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(goverment voice) we need to protect the children from pornography so our plan is to remove their eyes so they would never see something so traumatic. if you are against removing children's eyes you are basically a pedophile
• Loud, dramatic, and cocky. Definitely cums all over your stomach/chest just to admire the mess he made. If you’re giving him head, he is cumming on your face. He literally WON’T finish inside your mouth.
• Loves wiping it with his fingers and pushing it back into you, murmuring “you wear me so well, pretty.” He might even eat your pussy AFTER he pushed his cum back in.
• Bed = ruined. Pillows knocked off, sheets sticky, and he’ll still demand cuddles.
Kenma Kozume ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆
• Lazy but filthy. Usually finishes inside because it means he doesn’t have to move. He will finish inside your mouth if you’re sucking him off, but definitely pulls out before he is done so he can cover your mouth with cum.
• Low groans, head tilted back, whispering “stay like this for a minute.” He wants to feel you again and again.
• When he does pull out, he paints your stomach, then secretly takes a picture for himself before wiping you down.
• Bed = surprisingly neat, except for the giant wet spot where he made you cum multiple times.
Kita Shinsuke ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆
• Always finishes deep, calm but possessive: “don’t waste a drop, keep it in.” Same with a blowjob, won’t cum on your face unless YOU stop sucking him.
• Will keep you pressed to him after, hand on your stomach, waiting for his cum to settle inside you.
• Not messy in the sheets sense, but you’re dripping for hours after.
• Bed = still neat, but you’re the mess, trembling in his arms.
Atsumu Miya ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆
• He’s a messy little shit. Half the time he wants to cum on your face just to see it, the other half he’s finishing deep inside because he can’t help it. He’s VERY unpredictable. If you’re giving him head, best believe he is face fucking you, you gotta swallow.
• Filthy talker: “open wide for me, princess” / “don’t waste a drop.”
• Bed = disaster zone. Sweat, bite marks on pillows, cum stains. He’s proud of it.
Kuroo Tetsurou ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆
• Loves pulling out and cumming on your lower stomach, then rubbing it in with his thumb like he’s marking you. He definitely cums on your chest AND face after a blowjob.
• Will mutter “fuck, that’s a view” while his cock twitches against your skin.
• Bed = hair everywhere, sheets tangled, scratch marks down his back smeared on the pillowcases.
Bokuto Koutarou ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆
• THE messiest. Cums on your chest, your stomach, sometimes accidentally on the sheets because he pulls out too fast. Half the time he doesn’t know where he wants to finish, so he ends up doing both, inside, then pulling out to cover you with his cum. He probably pulls out last minute during oral, so his cum goes EVERYWHERE. Damn maybe even on the floor.
• Moans way too loud: “ahh, fuck!!” and laughs about it.
• Bed = destroyed. Sweat stains, cum on the sheets, toppled pillows, and somehow the blanket’s on the floor.
Tendou Satori ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆
• CHAOS. Sometimes finishes inside, sometimes on your chest, sometimes literally across your stomach because he thinks it’s funny. He will also try to cum on your face after a blowjob, just to see you vulnerable like that.
• Teases you like CRAZY “oops, missed your mouth, better clean it up.”
• Bed = warzone. Cum stains, sweat patches, blankets tossed halfway across the room.
Lev Haiba ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆
• Doesn’t know his own strength OR stamina. Finishes way too much, sheets, your body, everywhere. If he cums on your face after a blowjob, you WILL be COVERED in his semen. If he cums inside your mouth, you’ll probably have to spit half of it out. Don’t even think about swallowing that shit.
• Laughs awkwardly when he realizes the mess “uhh… I’ll clean it… later.” (He doesn’t.)
• Bed = absolute disaster. Good luck explaining those stains.
Iwaizumi Hajime ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆
• Always finishes deep inside, grinding his hips down until you’re trembling around him. Will probably finish inside your mouth too, unless he is feeling ‘rebellious’.
• Obsessed with watching it leak out afterwards, thumb smearing it along your slit while groaning “fuck, mine, all mine.”
• Lowkey likes to fuck you again while it’s still dripping just to make an even bigger mess.
• Bed = sweat-soaked sheets, claw marks down his back imprinted on the pillows, damp spots where he pressed you down too hard.
Suna Rintarou ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆
• Filth incarnate. Loves pulling out and painting your ass, thighs, stomach, chest — whatever he’s in the mood for.
• Loves murmuring “look at my mess, you look so good like this.”
• Will cum on your face if you let him and smirk when you blink through it. Doesn’t matter if it’s sex or a blowjob, he WILL cum on your face if you let him.
• Bed = sticky disaster zone. Smears of sweat, cum stains across the sheets, and him lying there like a satisfied cat.
track 6 ; your birthday present to kei tsukishima was letting him cum in you.
tags: breeding kink. possessiveness kink. marking/claiming kink. mirror play (one-sided window). public sex. impact play. hair pulling. dom!tsuki. obedience kink. eye-contact (if you squint). birthday sex. drunk sex (implied). loud sex. ruined clothes lol. praise-degradation hybrid.
notes: so... i've been in the process of moving AND my bf surprised me with tickets to a concert which explains the lag! also i'm still hella surprised to see everyone liked the rengoku fic LMAO! and since my birthday is next month, kinktober is getting extended for another week! so that means more of ur faves <3 - send in some requests! lastly, for anyone on the taglist feel free to update your tag preferences through this link!
kinktober navi ☆ track five ☆ kinktober prelude
it was one of your birthday presents to him – and boy did he cash that shit in.
the two of you hadn't seen each other in weeks, his game schedule keeping the two of you apart practically all of august. so when his birthday rolled around, it'd been the first time seeing your boyfriend in a month.
you missed him, to say the least. his teammates had planned this huge thing for kei's 21st, renting out a museum for the night, and inviting all of their friends.
however, after five shots, several glances across the room, and almost everyone attempting to steal the birthday boy for a chat, it took you less than ten minutes to end up fully naked, in a headlock.
your teeth sunk onto his bicep while his hips snapped again, hitting that sensitive spot your fingers could only venture to out of desperation. your mascara had stained his shirt, splotches of black ink terrorizing his deftones t-shirt.
"please! kei!" you cried.
"hmph," he whimpered, lip caught between his teeth. "need you full of me."
"p-please ngh- h-happy birthday kei!" you moaned shamelessly.
"nghh–pathetic. you thought i would pull out when you sound like this?" he grunts out.
his hand fumbled grabbing at the coat rack as he rocked into you. it's a miracle no one's heard you yet. the two of you had royally fucked up whatever this room was. papers, cups, and whatever else was on the table fell victim to tsuki's hands as he swiped everything off.
and then there was the coat rack and lamp. trying to compose himself with you under him while balancing only seemed to make the destruction worse.
"look at me." he groaned, using his other hand to tilt your head towards him.
and yet, you still couldn't focus. your eyes stayed glued to the one-sided window you stayed pressed against. his laugh was low and breathless.
"stay there then," he scoffed. "i want you to see who you belong to."
you cried out, a strangled moan that you couldn't bite down for anymore slipped out. "aah, kei – please, no–no don't pull out!"
"you said happy birthday didn't you? then you better take it."
"every,"
plap
"fucking"
plap
"drop."
he spilled inside with a final, ragged thrust. you screamed, biting down onto his hand as you clenched your thighs together, trying to keep him as deep as possible.
his lips met the side of your head, pressing a kiss to your hair.
"shit–look at this mess you made. can't even let me have a clean birthday, huh?" he chuckled, cum dripped down your thigh.
when the two of you stilled, your face was buried in his shoulder. black streaks staining his skin, his shirt, his neck – everything.
— a haikyuu fanfic // historical AUs for the haikyuu-verse men.
synopsis: you never thought you would found yourself entangled with a man like him, and yet here you two were, in the dead quite of the night. together.
pairing: afab!reader x aged up!hq men [ft. kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime, aakashi keiji, ushijima wakatoshi, keishin ukai]
cw: fluff and sm*t. first times for all. inexperienced reader x inexperienced haikyuu men. yearning. triggers specified for all characters down below. mdni.
old m.list | new m.list
☆ the cruel price, kageyama tobio;
cw: sm*t. p in v. cre*mpie. m*ssionary position. kageyama's a softie. fluff at end.
"father, i shan't marry that man! he-he's hic-! cruel!" you cried, eyes rimmed red and raw from your many-a-protests. your father held up a firm hand, his voice booming over the empty council hall. "your fate had been pre-decided when you were a mere child. you shall marry kageyama tobio. do not utter another word in protest."
no amount of jabs, cries and whines could deter your father. your fate was pre-decided, and fates were often cruel than not. you were to marry him. him. kageyama tobio. despite everyone knowing just how cruel he was, you had no choice but you give yourself away in the holy matrimony. nothing of which was holy!
god! self-centered, egoistic, with eyes sharp and wits sharper, kageyama never got along with anyone, always in his own lonesome company. you couldn't believe you could ever marry a man like this, much less come to fall in love with him.
after marrying him, you expected a tyrant king, a man maddened with power and hungry with bloodlust. instead, you found a reserved, ambitious young man. he didn't talk to you much, only showing face with you in public when necessary. but slowly... his walls came crumbling down, and behind the mask of cruelty, you found a lonely boy. eventually, you fell in love. it was hard not to. your love was quiet, it washed over you like the gentle laps of waves on a beachy shore. you weren't even sure how it happened, just that one day, you looked you at your husband and realized you loved him. you loved him. but did he?
to find answer to this question, you had knocked on his door, chest heavy with anticipation and eyes darting to find solitude in his silence. it was far too late in the night. when he had opened his chamber doors to you, his brows were furrowed.
"yes, m'lady?" he asked, sleep still lingering in the crevices of his words. you blinked up at him, your resolve now faltering. "i—" you sighed, looking down to the exquisite marble. "i just... something weighed on my chest. i wanted to have a conversation with you."
"yes?" he sounded puzzled but he opened the door further in for you. as you walked inside, he closed it. the guards outside cast their sharps gazes at the door, ready for if a tragedy were to strike.
you turned around, your eyes glossing over his handsome features. "your majesty—"
"tobio." he interrupted you. "just tobio is enough when we're alone. these formalities can be left for the world to see."
"i see... t-tobio." your voice cracked at the mention of his name. "there is something I have to ask."
"yes?"
"do you love me?"
he blinked at your question. his eyes met yours as cherry red blossomed all across his cheeks. "i do not know how to answer that..."
oh, but he had found a way to answer it, anyway. his hand interlocked with yours, his sharp eyes gazing into yours as the crowned tip of his cock circled your weeping entrance. your jaw hung agape as the intrusion of his member forced your entrance open. your eyes glossed over, "t-tobio?"
concern lined his brows, "does it— it hurts?" he was quick to still himself. you shook your head, squeezing his hand with your own, "no... no. please keep going."
he leaned down, pressing his lips to your rather chastely. his thick girth entered you inches upon inches, and your inviting cunt swallowed them graciously — like it was all she was made for. by the time he bottomed out, you gasped into his warm mouth, "s-so full."
he laughed against you, airy, "should I...?"
you answered it with another kiss, and he reeled his hips back and jammed them back in together. he started off slow, with careful movements that felt like he was just testing the waters, seeing how far in he could push you before you were to break. then, as the vigour of your words and the clenches of your pussy increased in fervour, he snapped his pelvis to yours. the lewd rhythm resounded throughout the vast chambers, coming back to you with such a sinful echo — especially when punctuated with his heavy groans and your sweet mewls.
your stomach began to tighten, eyes clenching shut as he kept fucking you feverishly. your thighs stung, breath stuttered and nipples brushed against his naked chest. "aaah—?! nghh—" you struggled to find the words to explain the explosion in your chest, something that tingled from the base of your skull to your tailbone. "i-it's... tobio." and that's all you could say, the chant of his name like it was something holy.
at the constant pulses of your warm cavern, kageyama groaned and felt himself coming undone. he released wispy ropes of pearlescent cums that sloshed about your insides. you felt warm — even more so as he collapsed atop you.
your skins stuck together with a clingy film of sweat, your breaths being surrendered into the crooks of each-other's neck. your lips wobbled out a rosy grin, "does... does this mean the feelings are reciprocated, your majesty?"
he raised his face to meet yours. he was just as flushed as you, with droopy eyes and wettened locks of hair. he gave you a grin, something which was hard to get from such a cruel prince. "why would they not be for my wife?"
you smiled, tracing a finger over his cheekbone, "i must confess. i had a much different image of you in my head."
he leaned into your touch, allowing his eyes to fall shut as he melted into the humanly warmth of your palm. "does this one compare?"
"it pales in comparison." your smile widened, "you're perfect."
──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!
☆ the irksome prince, tsukishima kei;
cw: enemies to lovers core. bickering. sort of hate s*x?? p in v. m*ssionary. they argue the entire time. tsukki's a dick, honestly.
"he seems like a fine lad!" your father had announced, rejoiced when the proposal for your hand had come from the kingdom of sendai. they wanted to marry their younger son to you. "intellectual, with a lithe body. he will surely make a fine husband for you, my child!"
and in theory, tsukishima kei was all you could dream off in a husband. tall, with sharp wits and handsome features. any woman would be overjoyed to call such a man her husband, but for you — this was not the case. for when you were married to tsukishima, toh realized wonderfully quick that he was not just a man with sharp wit, but with a rather sharper tongue.
"you have brought me the joy of stepping on my foot for the seventh time this evening, princess." he grunted, matching his steps with your own as the two of you twirled to the sound of the gentle waltz. you smiled, "have i? how about an eighth—?!" stomp.
he winced, eyes narrowing as a retort already formed on his lips. "you know what they say, eighth time is the charm."
the ball was for a charity, something that was tsukishima's idea. and although the event was going as wonderfully as one could expect, you and him were having the worst nights of your life. you couldn't help the bickering! not after how that meanmouthed man acted around you!
it was after the ninth time that you stepped on his foot and he made some comment, that you decided that you were going to confront this beast of a man today. knock some sense into him! tell him he couldn't possibly torment you with his words for the rest of your life!
as the event wrapped, the members of the royal family began to disperse back to their rooms. you had fixed your eye on today's target, though. you find yourself swiftly carrying yourself through the exquisite stone carved corridors to his room.
knocking, you awaited a response. when the door was pulled open to show him, he looked at you with a rather loud, irritated sigh. "how do you wish to torture me now?"
you tried to steady your breathing, stop your vision from fogging over red as you all but jumped your own husband. you attempted to smile, "may i come in for a quick chat?"
he opened his door wider, letting you in, but not without another little quip. "finally here to apologize for the thousands of times you had stepped on my foot tonight, princess?"
you watched him shut the door behind you and you turned, "i do not fancy you in the slightest."
at first, tsukishima just blinked — slow and steady. then, he barked out a jagged laugh, "and? the feeling is very mutual."
you took a step forward, "you are arrogant and insolent! you pretend as if you are a man of intellect but deep within, you are more alike to a toddler than a man!"
his face fell for a second, "and?"
his calmness unnerved you. your gaze darted about the room — from his face to the ceiling to the door behind him. you struggled to repeat the script you had thought of, "a-and nothing. that— that is all."
tsukishima kei scoffed. his eyes held you in deep regard as he stepped closer. "let us look at this from an objective point of view, hm? you — my dear wife — storm into my room, look me in the eye and accuse me of being an arrogant, insolent man." he paused, "what turn did you think this conversation would take?"
you swallowed, "i... i just wanted to share the grievances of my heart. that is all." you quickly bowed, "i will leave now, if you shall allow me."
as you brushed past him, quick in your step to get out of this increasingly stuffy room, tsukishima grabbed you by the wrist. he glanced back at you, grinning, "you cannot do what you just did without facing consequences for it."
the consequences of it came in the form of his length sinking into your velvety heat, slow and steady. his palms splayed against your naked waist, bringing your body down as he all but impaled you on the pink, glistening tip of his length.
you threw your head back, "nhghh— y-you said just an inch—?!"
and that was indeed, the deal. tsukishima kei had told you he would just ease the tip in, that he wouldn't even think of going forward anymore. but now, he was getting greedy. pulling you down to sink yourself fully onto his length.
his eyes met yours, "did I say that?"
you nodded, grinding down slowly despite the protests on your lips. slowly, you felt him bottom out. your eyes fluttered shut, "y-you did."
"oh, i apologize." he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your sweaty, naked body close to his as he began rutting upwards. his jaw ticked, words heavier, "i'm such an- hah- an arrogant, insolent fool that i forget my own words."
"kei." you would have thrown his a nasty glare had it not been for the smooth roll of his pevis under yours. he shifted your body, tugging it up and down in time with his own desperate thrusts so that you and him could be closer, could feel each other deeper.
his hot breath fanned across your face, his narrow eyes drowning in waves of ecstasy as you began moving in tandem with him, matching each of his vigorous thrusts with the up and down motion of your body. you gushing, pulsating cunt swallowed him whole so perfectly, that it was hard to ever think that there was a time where you and tsukishima weren't like this — tangled limbs and desperate kisses.
you gasped into his mouth as his pace increased in fervor, as he rocked you in his lap and your slick, honeyed luster fell down to his thighs. he snaked a hand in between your juncture of your sexes, thumbing your swollen, hungry clit. your jaw hung open, "kei! n-not there... p-please."
he only smirked deeper at your pleading mewls, feeling your slick cling to his thumb, "you surely are gushing waterfalls for an arrogant, insolent man like me, hm? how pathetic."
you rolled your eyes in time with your hips, "i-if my words hurt you so, there is no reason to- to do this with me, your royal ma-majesty."
"oh?" he thrusts upwards harder and you gasped, "but then who else do i go to, other than my wife?"
"s-such nonsense." you groaned, and he grinned. "are you not mine, dear?"
"e-enough." and you weren't sure if you were saying that to stop his nonsensical, jabbing blabber or the delicious roll of his cock inside you. well, probably not the latter.
──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!
☆ the cocky prince, oikawa tōru;
cw: again, bickering. semi-public s*x. c*nnilingus. dirty talk. oikawa is trashykawa in this one, guys.
you, aged five, stuck your tongue out at prince oikawa of sendai, "i hope you marry the ugliest woman to ever grace the planet!"
he, aged seven, stuck out his tongue much the same, mocking you. "oh then, i would have to marry you!"
"ugh!!"
"ugh!!!"
and though, the two of you had huffed and puffed and teased each other as two doe-eyed kids, you didn't expect those words to be your reality at the age of twenty. you were to marry oikawa tōru, the prince of a kingdom not too far from yours. at first, you were excited. it was... tōru, after all. sure, you hadn't had any say in your marriage and you hadn't seen the man in over a decade but it was tōru! out of a sea of men, this was definitely not the worst choice!
you regretted thinking that one week into your marriage. oikawa tōru was insufferable! he was cocky, bratty and always seemed to take you for a joke! if you could dismember him limb for limb, you would have! alas, your position as his wife didn't allow for the luxury.
it had now been six months since your courtship to the prince. six months of enduring him in those fancy galas and parties. six months of wanting to either bruise his lips with a bunch or a... kiss. it seemed like the last of which was coming true today.
the carriage jostled, making you and oikawa jump in your seats. he murmured something unintelligible under his breath and you turned your head away to the side to avoid looking at him.
"my, my." he finally uttered out loud, as if finally seeing you ignoring him. "first, these wretched paths and now, my wife seems to be in a mood."
you snapped your head to him, "no such thing, your majesty."
"the least you could do is smile to sell it." he mused.
you stretched your lips into the fakest, toothiest smile you could muster. grunting, thereafter, "this will do, sire?"
he shivered, dramatic in his rejection. "how rather gruesome. better not to smile at all."
you relaxed your face and looked to the side again. you two had been returning from one of the many diplomatic parties from the next kingdom. the road to the castle was bumpy and it was far too dark at night for the carriage to pick up speed. so, you and your husband sat in tormenting silence, waiting for the journey to come to an end. oikawa tōru sat right in front of you, arms folded, with that amused look in his eyes as he watched you. that was, until, the carriage jostled again and propelled him right against you!
you yelped as oikawa's face hovered right in front of you, both of his palms glued to your chest as he heaved. his eyes scanned your eyes, then your lips, and then your eyes. then, he stuttered. oikawa tōru stuttered. "a-apologies."
you expected him to pick himself back again, to settle back in his seat with haste. instead, the man pressed closer to you. your eyes widened at his actions, "h-his royal majesty...?"
"you're my wife." he said as if the statement was a fact, which it was. your lips trembled as you came to answer him, "y-yes...?"
"and I am your husband?" his eyes lingered against the curve of your lips as he hummed, "yes?" you managed a shy nod and he smiled, "then, is it... permitted for me to...?"
he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. next you knew, your heart hammered in your chest as you fixated your gaze on the man kneeling in front of you. he was under the shy covers of your ballgown, his hot breath steaming against your quivering cunt as he lapped up beads of arousal from you.
"t-tōru—?!" you clamped a hand shut across your lips, biting back the obscene iterations of his name. it was quiet outside and any unwelcome noise could tip the guards off to stop the carriage and check inside. you didn't want them to find you and your husband like this, with his face nestled in between your heat.
"never thought it to be so... so sweet." oikawa latched his mouth against your clit, suckling and kissing like a man starved as his long fingers circled the rim of your entrance. you bucked into his face, fisting the leathery covering of your seat in protest. this was torture. ofcourse, it was! he had found another way to boil your blood — this time by submitting you the whims and wishes of his tongue and mouth. oh, you hated that mouth. that smart mouth of his! and now, the very same was plastered to your throbbing core as arousal gushed out of you. he licked it up like an animal!
he teased his fingers inside and you bit down your lips, eyes rolling back to your skull as he pumped his digits in time with his lewd kisses on your cunt. the way he kissed you, it was so obscene — all loud squelches and drunken words. he kissed your inner thigh, and though you were devoid of the visuals, you could make out the satisfied hum in his voice, "hm, you're saccharine like."
your face flushed, eyes shutting to save yourself the torment of his words, "d-don't utter... such— hah, nonsense."
"nothing." a smooch to your thigh, "wrong." a smooch trailing inwards. "with." a smooch to your other thigh. "uttering." a smooch right onto your clit. "the truth, hm?" and then, he lost himself back into the feeling of your shy hole fluttering around his fingers.
you bet your sanity on a lost game, half-wondering if he had ever done it — done this — before, for it was absolutely proposterous for him to be doing so well on his very first try.
you felt your body tense, knees weaken you felt his swipe the tip of his pink, sultry muscle against your clit and submit his fingers to pet your gooey inside. a few more pumps and you were screaming out a rendition of his name, shaking your head and trying to push him away. you had never felt like this. never felt so warm and electric — positively buzzing in every sinew of your body.
at the sound of your scream, the carriage came to a crawling halt. by the time the guards snagged the carriage door open, concerned, they were met with a vision of a very flushed and sweaty you — shying your gaze away from them on one side, and on another, a flushed and sweaty oikawa — who was grinning like he had just been crowned king. he waved the heady air, "'twas nothing. the lady seemed to have caught sight of a bug."
the guards cocked an eyebrow, "that is all, your majesty?"
"indeed." oikawa nodded and you didn't miss the glint in his eyes as he faced you. "shut the door and resume the journey. there is still an hour to the castle, hm? leave us be. we are fine. more than so."
his eyes bore into yours, "is it not the truth?"
you swallowed hard and nodded meekly, "y-yes. it is."
──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!
☆ the restrained kingsman, iwaizumi hajime;
cw: yearningggg. mutual yearning. class divide?? p in v. both m and f org*sms. oikawa cameo.
you watched iwaizumi hajime stand tall, standing behind your brother, the prince oikawa tōru. you had watched iwaizumi all your life, growing up with him as he was your brother's keeper — his personal knight. he was never to be someone you were supposed to like, someone who's station was beneath you, someone who was to just protect your kin. but you couldn't help but fall for him.
he was straight forward in his words, not sugarcoating them even when the result could have led to him being guillotined. he was loyal, fiercely so. he was admirable, both in his leadership and in his cool-headed decision making skills. and... well, my my, you would either have to be a fool or someone blind to not notice his physique — broad shoulders, with taut muscles running along the expanse of his entire body. he was heavenly. and also, your brother's keeper.
though you had seen how he and your brother were the closest of companions, the same relationship never extended to you. iwaizumi never looked at you as a friend, much less a lover. he held his gaze lower, bowing and addressing you with the utmost respect. no matter how many times you insisted of him to shrug off the formalities, it seemed to only spur him on to hold his guard up higher. he only treated you by your station, as the younger princess of the kingdome he was to lay his life for.
but years of yearning had built up, snowballing into a catastrophic decision that was leading to the events of tonight.
the night before your engagement to the prince of the nearby kingdom, you found yourself at kingsman iwaizumi's door. he opened the door, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he took in your figure. as he registered your presence, immediately, his eyes widened. he bowed, "p-princess...?"
you stepped inside without permission, locking his door behind you. his eyes shot between the looming metal door and you, standing in front of it. you stepped forward and he stepped backward. you stepped forward again and he stepped back again in tandem. it would have been hilarious, if not for the thunderous beast called your heart in your chest. you could barely hear anything over the sound of the blood rushing through your ears.
"as... as you know, i am promised to be betrothed to the prince tomorrow." your words shook but you steeled your body, your tongue. "i just wanted you to know that though you do not see me as nothing more than the princess... i have always fancied you, kingsman iwaizumi."
his narrow eyes blew open at your admission. he swallowed and you watched his adam's apple bob in his throat. he fisted his hand, quickly unfisting afterwards. his expression quickly returned to normalcy, but there was a strain in his words. "i see. very well." he fisted his hand again, then unfisting it. "but you should rest, princess. it is... very late."
you lowered your bleary gaze, nodding, "understood." you turned around to open the door, to run away from the blunt rejection before tears of humiliation dotted your eyes but instead, you found his fingers circle your wrist as he pulled you back. before you knew, his lips were slotted against yours. you melted into him. h-he was kissing you?!
"forgive me." he grimaced against your lips, pulling your entire body tight against his own. "forgive me, for i am to cross all boundaries marked by my station."
now, you gasped out iterations of his name as his cock kissed the deepest parts of your cunt. your fingernails dug into his back, eyes rolling back as he drove his hips inside you with such gushing fervour.
"iwa—!" you cried out, tightening both the loop of your hands around his neck and the snug fit of your pussy around his length. he grunted at the sound of your voice, ruined at the way your sweet warmth sucked more of him in with every inch in. "p-princess. you're making such utterly lewd— hah, lewd noises."
you were babbling, nodding, "only for you! o-only for you, iwa—!"
"hajime." he kissed your jaw, drinking the river of sweat beading from your temple and trailing down your jaw. your cunt hugged him tighter as you moaned his name, "hah—! hajime! i-it feels heavenly nghh—!?!"
"lord." he groaned, licking a fat, primal stripe up your sweaty neck. your stomach curled inwards as his voice punctuated the entirety of his sleeping quarters, "w-why didn't you tell me sooner? i have held back- haah- for so, so long, princess."
your eyes nearly bulged out of your head as he paced his strokes quicker, harsher, harder, bullseyeing your insides with each snappy thrust. as you came, he groaned in your ears, "i-i have held back these obscene thoughts back for s-so long, only to have you like this?"
"haji..." your words got caught in your throat at his admission. your hands planted themselves against his flushed face, holding him gently. his eyes met yours and softened. a soft admission of your name finally on his lips.
a few stutters of his hips against yours and he was pulling out in haste, dumping his porcelain seed against your thighs. you looked at the kingsman, wide-eyed and flushed. he looked much the same, as if he couldn't believe what had transpired just mere moments ago.
shaking, he leaned forward, capturing your lips in a desperate kiss. when he parted from you, his forehead rested against yours, "do not marry that man. i beg you."
you nodded, already making a promise beyond your control, "i would never."
──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!
☆ the disciplined treasurer, akaashi keiji;
cw: keiji's kind of a freak in this one guys. f*ngering. overstimulation. female org*sm. service dom keiji.
the treasurer of your kingdom was a patient, level-headed, disciplined man. someone who took his role as the treasurer seriously. your father, the king, couldn't stop singing his praises — how honed to his craft he was, how precise in his calculations, how intelligent. you, on the other hand, found the treasurer intriguing for other reasons.
he was handsome — lean, with muscles rippling in his arms and thighs. you often found him training in the armoury with the soldiers. he was just... so handsome. intelligent, whilst looking all that handsome? rather unfair, wasn't it? the deity above surely had favourites and akaashi keiji was certainly his favourite. and god's favourite had positively scrambled your head.
the treasurer was just an object of your fantasies, just someone you could think of in those lonesome nights in your chambers. you knew you couldn't marry him, or even think to marry him. he was beneath your station. he was beneath you. that didn't stop you from sneaking glances, or weaving futile fantasies in your head, though. sometimes, you almost made yourself believe he was looking back at you, catching you looking at him with those sharp eyes of his.
then one night, you approached him in his office — where he was buried between stacks of notebooks and glistening glass bottles of ink. his eyes were heavy with sleep, but he raised his head up to meet your eyes. he stood immediately, bowing, "princess."
"sire akaashi, are you still working...?"
"yes." he cleared his throat, shaking his head as if to shrug off the sleep that clung onto so desperately. "a few bothersome documents." you shied your gaze away from him as he asked, "what brings you here, princess? at such an odd hour of the night?"
you blurted out the statement before he could think, or you could. "i fancy you."
you knew akaashi's answer before it ever came. he was to reject you, of course. not even out of contempt, but out of his duty to his post! instead, he swallowed and paused. for once, you had the ever-smart treasurer dumbfounded. now, you knew he was possibly calculating the possibility of his public execution if he attempted to romantically link himself to the princess. you knew it was futile, yet you fiddled your thumbs and looked at him with those beautiful eyes of yours.
akaashi finally circled 'round his table, approaching you with those heavy eyes of his, "princess... you certainly do know that we cannot be together. i am not of any match for you."
you swallowed meekly, "i understand. the truth weighed heavy on my heart, so, i had to confess is all."
his lips curved, if only slightly at your hushed voice. "but... i— i am to serve you, to serve the throne." he inched closer, "i am at the behest of your commands, princess. just... tell me what to do."
now his door was shut tight, his broad body pressed against yours as his forehead rested against yours. your breath intermingled with his as he curled his fingers inside you. your dress had been hiked up to your hips, your glistening core dripping down to his hardwood work desk as he submitted his face in the crook of your neck and sniffed in, slow and deep. your scent drove him crazy. your hands tugged at his hair, "s-sire—!"
"keiji." he mumbled against your skin, "just keiji. say it so."
your heart leaped to your throat, right where he was kissing you as you said, "k-keiji...?"
"hm?" he grinned dopily against your skin, and you could almost see his sanity waning with each curl of his fingers inside you. your chest arched into his chest, your eyes clenching shut as you felt him coax yet another orgasm out of your weak body, "it— haah... so warm."
"does it feel good?" he enquired, as if the details were to be documented. you nodded, quick and easy as the tip of digits searched for your gooey spots. he scissored your insides with ease, "have you ever done this before, hm?"
you shook your head, embarrassed at the answer. he smiled, sly and soft, at your shy attempt at communication, "if you wish to stop, just say one word and i shall."
your hands clamped down on his shoulders, face paling at the idea of him stopping. "n-no. please... do not halt."
your velvety pussy pulsed around his fingers, and though it was you who was being unraveled, the man in front of you seemed more distressed. he hissed through clenched teeth, feeling you tug at his fingers with such fervour. if you were sucking in just his digits so well, how would you his aching cock? well, he couldn't possibly think that. he couldn't possibly defile the princess.
so, instead he massaged your gummy walls with his achy fingers as if that was his sole job in the entire world, as if it was the very thing he had been created for. you mewled, throwing your head back as he continued playing with you despite your already near-splitting sanity.
"keiji-!" you whined, "too- too much."
"oh?" he pulled his face back from the crook of your neck, giving you a ruining smile, "did i serve you well, princess?"
heat broke across your face, both from his sweet words and from the gentle strokes of his fingerpad against your swollen nub. he was relentless. "y-yes..."
"good." he grinned, "that is what i am here for. to serve you."
as your orgasm dripped down your sex and down his wrist, you watched the man pull out his fingers and suck them off languidly. your eyes widened at the filthy action of such a patient, prim and proper man. he was surely not the treasurer your entire kingdom admired. no. this man was primal with need.
"like the sweetest nectar." once satisfied with his cleaning, akaashi leaned back in against you, capturing you in such a sinful kiss. he mumbled against your mouth, "taste yourself, princess."
you halted his movements, eyeing down the tent in his pants, "i... i wish to relish in the taste of your instead."
akaashi smirked, "your wish is my command, princess."
──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!
☆ the stoic crowned prince, ushijima wakatoshi;
cw: size kink. he is simply too big. making it fit. p in v. cre*mpie. multiple rounds. m & f org*sms. ushijima's a softie. fluff, to be honest.
your husband, the crowned prince, hated you. you were sure. ushijima wakatoshi was a formidable man — tall, hulking, intimidating. he possessed every quality of a good ruler, someone who took care of their kingdom with utmost pride and honesty. however, the man seemed to be severely lacking in the husband department. severely lacking.
you hadn't expected love to blossom between the two of you after tying the knot. this was a political alliance, after all. but you had expected that after a year of refering you as his wife, something would simmer in his heart, something akin to love, if nothing more. but no. instead, your husband only spoke to you in strict one-liners and carefully chosen words. you were growing frustrated. was he to never love you? were you to find another lover whilst you were here?! did he have another lover you hadn't caught wind of?!
when enough of your frustrations had boiled your blood, you came to the crossroads of a haunting decision — either to confront him, or to live with his silence forever. taking your pick, you decided to go into your husband's sleeping quarter late one night and close the door shut behind you.
he immediately stood from the edge of the bed, where he was previously sitting. as he regarded you with that intimidating stare of his, you couldn't decide if he was mad or unbothered by your arrival. he addressed you with a nod, "crown princess."
"your royal highness." your words came out breathless and timid, like one look from him had shattered all your confidence. "i-i wish to... enquire something."
he cocked an eyebrow, "indeed. anything."
"do you... do you have contempt in your heart? towards me?" his narrow eyes widened slowly, as you continued your ramble, "i understand that this marriage was a political alliance and i understand that perhaps i am not the woman you had hoped to find. but please, please, tell me the truth. do you wish you had not married me? if that is the case, tell me so. i do not wish to spend years fighting for your affection only for it to never come— mmph—?!"
your body went slack as ushijima closed the gap between you two, cradling your face in his hands as his lips pressed against yours. he was so much taller than you, broader too. at the force of him, you couldn't help but stagger back.
a swipe of his arms and he had picked you up against his chest, still kissing you. despite his physique, he treated you as if you were a porcelain doll. setting you down on the bed slowly, the man had that same expression — if only changed by the lusty droop of his eyes and flushed tinge of his cheeks. he rasped, "forgive me for my words, but you speak a lot."
you bit your tongue, "apologies."
"as for the truth." he looked down to your lips from your eyes, "i shall give it to you if you so demand it. but a question arises, can you handle it?"
and truthfully, you could not. it was too much. he was too much.
anyone with eyes could see ushijima wakatoshi to be a big man, you just hadn't assumed that the... bigness extended to his cock. thick, girthy, with veins littering his entire shaft. his cock, at it's full length, was enough to make a grown woman think twice about how she could possibly take it. and it was this very predicament that had stopped your husband from ever seeking you out romantically. he didn't want to hurt you. but how could he ever when you were practically drooling for him?
the very same inches of his achy cock filled you up. you felt like you couldn't breathe, as if his cock was lodged all the way to your lungs.
your eyes widened, lips parted in a never-ending gasp as he managed to sink one more inch of his thick, long shaft inside you. his eyes met yours, a careful expression in them. "i— i am aware if might be too much for you—"
"no." you shook your head instantly, looping your arms around your husband's neck. "no... it feels good. truly."
he blinked at your lewd expression, at the look in your eyes that begged him to bury his cock deeper into you even as you were physically breaking. his breath shook, "a-are you certain?"
you nodded with even more fervour, and ushijima brought his gaze to the obscene bulge of your cunt as it struggled to accomodate him. you were struggling as it was, with your velvety pussy trembling out rivers of slick that coated his entire shaft. you couldn't possibly take more. he couldn't possibly make you endure something like that.
"toshi..." your soft voice pulled his eyes back to your face. you had never called him that before. nobody had ever called him that before. he was the crowned prince ushijima wakatoshi but to you, he was just your husband. your toshi. "more. please."
he grit his jaw, almost cumming at your determination to take him whole. "promise me you won't break."
"i would not— nggh—?! haaah—!" the words had barely left your mouth when ushijima bottomed out inside you. your pussy walls clung to him, spasming with a maddening pulse as you felt yourself orgasming just from his fullness. he slapped his pelvis to yours, sinking himself into your addictive cunt over and over again. it didn't take him long, just a few deep strokes and he was painting your walls white.
his breath came heavy as he looked at you. "a-apologies. i... i have never felt something this heavenly before. i... lost control."
"toshi— toshi, toshi, toshi." you used that wretched name again and again, pulling him closer by his neck and babbling, "again. i wish to feel you again."
he hadn't even had a moment to catch his breath yet, and here you were, begging for another? he felt his erection harden inside your cunt, plugging the oozing orifice once more. he pressed his forehead to yours, his ragged breath in sync with yours. "promise me you would not break."
"i promise."
and for the first time in a long year, you watched your husband grin, "then, i shall."
──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!
☆ the elusive commander, keishin ukai;
cw: age difference. perv!reader x perv!ukai. power dynamics. d*bcon. c*nnilingus. overst*mulation. female org*sm. punishment??? DO NOT READ IF NOT COMFORTABLE.
the commander of the army was closer in age to your father than he was to yours. strong jaw, stronger biceps and even stronger legs. perhaps it was a sin to want the man so carnally, especially with all the years setting you apart but... it was ever a fantasy! not like you would ever get to be keishin ukai's wife!
he was unwed even at his ripe age, a state of affairs that left you dumbfounded. he was so handsome, what was stopping him from acquiring a lovely wife? there were rumors that swirled about him — everything from impotency to multiple illegitimate children. but the technicalities of his unmarried life never bothered you, for you were just a sweet little peach hoping to catch a glimpse of him every once in a while.
you had only watched the commander from a safe distance, observing him when the councilmen met and your father dragged you to court to mingle with them. he never spoke to you, limiting himself to the other counselmen. you assumed you were invisible to him — understandably so. you were younger, clearly off the table, and not so perverted to dream of a man old enough to be your father, correct?
you knew very few things about him. he was fond of his cigars, he was good with his sword and other than that, he had this odd habit — to train once the night fell, when almost everyone in the castle was asleep.
you had watched him for a few nights in a row. nothing serious, just a small peek of his training form to get you a good night's sleep.
today too, you peeked around the corner of the armoury, seeing his formidable form slice the thin air into two. at first, your gaze was innocent but then as you watched on, you noticed sweat glistening across his taut muscles. his moves were precise, his muscles simmered under the surface of his battle-scars worn skin. heat pooled in your stomach and despite being the eldest daughter of a nobleman, you found your fingers slipping under the hem of your dress. this was wrong. but no one was to ever find out, right?
your fingers pried your lips open, teasing the slit and you had just lost yourself to the sensation of pleasure when you noticed ukai meet your eyes. you froze, immediately pulling your hand out and stepping behind the armoury with a thundering chest. perhaps... perhaps he didn't notice! but that theory was soon discarded as he came to stand in front of you — flushed and sweaty.
he raised an eyebrow, "i have seen you before."
your breath staggered. had he seen you look at him for the past few nights. you lowered your gaze and shivered, "w-what, commander ukai?"
"in the counsel meets." he hummed, crossing his arms over his naked chest. "what are you doing here at this odd hour?"
before you could stutter out a pathetic reply and bolt, his eyes fell to your fingers — ones glistening with your slick.
"perhaps i know." amusement flickered in his irises, "having trouble with something at hand?"
and that is how you ended up in the armory, the door hastily shut as he had perched you on one of tables. ukai lowered himself to the ground, throwing your legs on either side of his naked upper torso as he kissed your wet heat. and once he started, he didn't stop.
now, twenty minutes later, your thighs shook with your second impending orgasm. you wanted to sob, to cry and to run off as far as your wobbly legs would carry you, but all of those options were futile. ukai had your thighs jammed with his beefy arms, pinning you down to the table so deliciously as he ate you as a man starved.
"quit your squirming, now." he grumbled against your heat, tightening his grip impossibly evermore around your skin. you were sure your thighs were to bruise, with the imprints of his lips and tongue still etched to your core when he were to finally part from you.
your back arched, hands struggling to grasp onto his longer locks. your orgasm was right there, as if awaiting your ruination. you could barely hold your tongue, too busy thrashing and squirming against his masculine body. "k-keishin! lord— augh— a-again—!?"
you felt his lips stretch into a grin against you, felt his arms pull your heat closer till his nose nudged your clit with every maddening stroke of his tongue. you covered your mouth with your hands, choking on muffled tears. "pleasepleaseplease— oh, keishin—!"
he sucked on your sweet heat, lapping up the nectar until he was sure there was none more to come. once done with his fill, he finally tilted his head back to look up at you. you had heard so many rumors of the man — ranging from him being an elusive commander to being the castle's most prominent manwhore. as the bottom of his face glinted lewdly in the dark, you found the latter to come true.
he wiped your honeyed slick off with the back of his hand, quickly darting his tongue out to collect it from his skin and onto his mouth. as if he hadn't had enough of this, of you.
"you see..." he started off slow, watching you like a hawk, monitoring every miniscule detail like the twitch of your thigh or the sweat drop beading on your temple. "it is not a rather noble thing to do. watching others without them knowing."
"w-what?"
"w-what?" he laughed, mocking your expression. "i have quite the eye, woman. do you think you have been rummaging around at night, watching me train without me seeing you?"
you swallowed thickly, finding your mouth drier than a dessert. he leaned closer to you, hooking his index beneath your jaw to match your bashful gaze. "hopefully, you have learnt your lesson now."
you swallowed, pressing your thighs together as he lifted himself up from between you. your teary gaze fell to the floor, "apologies, commander ukai."
you began to lift your body off of the table to walk back to your chambers when he nudged open your legs and slotted his body in between them. his eyes gleamed as he grinned, "who ever said that your punishment was over, now?"
a.n: NOT PROOFREAD. i have been thinking of making this since my knight!daichi fic. so, here it is. i am a sucker for anything historical so this is my submission to the haikyuu fandom. enjoy the filth mwuah mwuah.
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seijoh4 minus iwaizumi traps you in your own apartment so they could gift you to iwaizumi.
wc: 1.4k, no idc if them living tgt don’t make sense.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY IWA-CHAN :3
the scent of oikawa’s overpriced cologne was the first indicator that security had been breached. the second indicator was the colossal, neon-pink satin ribbon currently being looped around your torso with the frantic urgency of a group of teenagers trying to wrap a fragile porcelain vase before their parents got home.
“hold still, y/n-chan! if the bow isn’t symmetrical, the entire aesthetic integrity of the birthday surprise is compromised!” oikawa hissed, his fingers flying through the silky fabric as he knotted it around your waist.
“you’re going to suffocate her, you idiot,” matsukawa muttered from the corner, leaning against your kitchen counter while casually eating one of your strawberries. “and if she dies, iwaizumi will literally liquefy our bones and drink them like a protein shake.”
“i’m executing a flawless vision!” oikawa protested, stepping back to admire his handiwork.
you were sitting on your own living room rug, thoroughly bound from the waist up in a massive, glossy pink bow. you looked like a very expensive, slightly confused gift basket. the aoba johsai third-years had broken into your apartment exactly twenty minutes ago under the guise of ‘intelligent birthday operations,’ and instead of screaming for help, you had mostly just been impressed by how fast hanamaki could tie a double-knot.
“honestly, i feel like a fancy ham,” you said, shifting slightly to see if you could move your arms. you couldn’t. they were pinned quite securely to your sides. “is the candlelit dinner really necessary if i can’t even pick up a fork?”
“iwa-chan will feed you,” oikawa said, waving his hand dismissively as he lit the final tea light on your coffee table. they had cleared away your textbooks, replaced them with a white tablecloth, and ordered an obscene amount of high-end takeout. “in fact, he will probably view this as the greatest day of his entire mortal existence. now, quiet! i hear his footsteps. everyone, to the balcony!”
in a flurry of squeaking sneakers and hushed arguments about who was stepping on whose feet, the three boys scrambled out through your glass doors, shutting the curtains behind them just as the front doorknob jiggled.
the door swung open.
iwaizumi stepped into the apartment, his shoulders tense and his brow furrowed in that permanent, default scowl he wore whenever he had been left alone with oikawa for more than five minutes. he was carrying his gym bag, looking thoroughly exhausted by the mere concept of his own birth anniversary.
“oikawa, if you hid my keys in the bushes again, i’m going to—”
he stopped dead in his tracks.
the apartment was dimly lit, glowing with the soft, flickering warmth of a dozen tiny candles. the scent of cherry blossoms and spicy takeout filled the air. and there, sitting precisely in the center of the room, was you. wrapped in a giant pink bow like a prize-winning show pony.
iwaizumi’s brain stalled. his brain completely derailed, flew off the tracks, and exploded into a spectacular fireball of adoration. his gym bag slipped from his fingers, hitting the floor with a heavy thud. his eyes dilated so fast they looked entirely black, his chest heaving as his lungs suddenly forgot how to extract oxygen from the atmosphere.
“hey,” you said softly, giving him a little helpless wiggle of your shoulders. “happy birthday.”
the sound of your voice seemed to snap a cord inside him. iwaizumi was across the room in a fraction of a second, dropping to his knees before you with a force that rattled the floorboards. his hands hovered over you, trembling slightly, utterly terrified of touching you too hard but looking so intensely starved for your presence that it was borderline feral.
“what did they do to you?” his voice was a raw, low rasp, thick with a terrifying amount of protective instinct. his fingers immediately went to the knot of the ribbon, his knuckles brushing against your ribs, sending a massive jolt of electricity straight down your spine. “are you hurt? did that dumbass hurt you? i’ll kill him. i’ll bury him in the school yard.”
“i’m fine, i promise,” you giggled, the sound light and bubbly in the quiet room. “they didn’t hurt me at all. oikawa was very specific about not wrinkling my shirt. they wanted to give you a proper present.”
iwaizumi’s gaze locked onto yours, and the sheer, crushing weight of his devotion was enough to make your breath catch. he looked at you the way an ancient, desperate traveler might look at an oasis after a century in the desert. there’s a terrifying, beautiful affection in his eyes—a silent admission that you held his entire heart in your hands, and if you squeezed even a little bit, he would gladly disintegrate into dust for you.
“you’re the only present i want,” he muttered, his voice dropping so deep it resonated in your chest. his thumbs stroked over the fabric of the ribbon, his eyes tracking the line of the pink silk up to your collarbone, before snapping back to your lips with an intensity that felt like a physical touch. “you shouldn’t be wrapped up like this. it makes me want to lock you in this room and never let anyone else look at you again.”
your heart did a violent, joyful flip-flop against your ribs. “is that a threat, iwaizumi?”
“it’s a promise that once it happens again, i won’t hold back,” he growled softly, finally tugging the golden knot loose.
the ribbon slithered off your shoulders like water, pooling around your hips in a mess of pink satin. the moment your arms were free, iwaizumi didn’t waste another millisecond. he surged forward, his massive, calloused hands framing your face with a tenderness that completely contradicted his terrifying expression. his palms were warm, his thumbs sweeping over your cheekbones as if he were trying to memorize the texture of your skin for the rest of eternity.
when his lips met yours, it was less of a casual kiss and more of a total spiritual surrender.
he kissed you with desperate, heavy hunger, his mouth moving over yours with a frantic need to consume and be consumed. it was a bruising, deeply romantic sort of worship. he groaned against your mouth, his fingers tangling into the hair at the nape of your neck to pull you even closer, erasing every single millimeter of space between your bodies.
you wrapped your newly freed arms around his neck, pulling yourself up into his lap. he welcomed the weight instantly, his strong beefy arms locking around your waist like iron bands, anchoring you to him as if he were terrified you might evaporate into thin air if he loosened his grip by a single fraction.
“god, you taste so good,” he mumbled against your lips, peppering short, hard kisses along your jawline, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. “i’m losing my mind. you’re going to kill me one day, i swear to god.”
“you’re doing great for a dead guy,” you whispered, burying your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the crisp, comforting scent of sweat and laundry detergent that was uniquely him. you nipped gently at his earlobe, feeling the sudden, violent shudder that went through his massive frame.
“don’t do that unless you want this table knocked over,” he warned, his voice incredibly thick as his hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin through your clothes with a possessive strength that made your toes curl. he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes burning with a liquid, molten heat. “i mean it. i’m so crazy about you it’s actually making me sick.”
“good,” you said, reaching up to smooth down the unruly spikes of his dark hair, your fingers lingering on his forehead. “because i’m not planning on letting you go anytime soon.”
he stared at you, his expression softening into something so purely, profoundly tender that it looked almost painful for him to hold. he leaned his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as he just breathed you in, his thumbs tracing slow, heavy circles against your waist.
“happy birthday, hajime.”
“it’s a happy birthday now,” he murmured, his lips brushing yours in a soft, lingering seal of absolute devotion.
from the balcony, a faint, muffled snicker broke the silence, followed by the distinct sound of oikawa being violently elbowed in the ribs by matsukawa.
iwaizumi didn’t even open his eyes, his grip on your waist tightening just a fraction more as a small, wicked smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “ignore them. if they stay out there long enough, they’ll freeze, and then i can throw them into the trash incinerator tomorrow morning.”
n: sweet, sweet iwa. happy birthday :3
i have a discord server haha hi guys :3 we got a tag thanks to eme, soup, and maddy !
He was totally looking at you with heart eyes, just the sight of your divine face as your juice was leeking out, filled him with ego. "Ah— baby that's right..!" He exclaimed as he rushed to put two fingers to stop the leakage. Your hole clenching at the process.
His other palm caressing the back of your own palm. "Feel me, yeah? say something sweetheart.." His voice slurred already fucked.. God he loved when he could feel you this close. The sounds of your breath panting as you felt his lips grazing the back of your palm.
You were too fucked out, can't do anything much as your eyes was almost cowering from his stature. "Fucked you dumb, ya can't speak with me..?" He pouted, his smile drooped down to a small frown.
"t's alright, love.. I'll make you go dumb on my cock."
Bokuto Koutaro, Nishinoya Yuu, Haiba Lev. (any other character also works)
Immediately records it !
He had grabbed the phone from your nightstand, yes.. his clear case phone that had a polaroid of you two kissing. As he pampered your face with kisses. "Look up here, pretty.."
His velvety voice bounced off the walls as you whined. Your tear stained face makes him want to pound you more. Even with the flashlight on your face– you didn't mind how lewd you look. Your eyes stare back at the camera, as you stuck out your tongue like a puppy.
"Mmm, so good.. just for me yeah?" He whispers as his hand, with his phone immediately zooms into your puckering hole. It was filled, of course albeit to him. "It's oozing out of you.." He whispered, you couldn't help but whine.
You hesitantly bring two of your fingers down immediately, grazing your flesh just to insert it in. To keep it all in there. He chuckled as he stopped the recording, immediately taking pictures of your form.
"That's right baby, put me in your womb yeah..?"
Miya Atsumu, Oikawa Toruu, Suna Rintarō. (any other character also works)
Keeps thrusting !
He doesn't care how sensitive he was, he just kept pounding into you. The slaps of flesh heard throughout the entirety of the room. "no— more..!" You huffed through your tears, trying to stop them as you wiped.
"Not when you grip me so tight, baby..!" He exclaimed as his hips rocked back into you. His hands against the headboard, as your back sprawled out on the messy sheets. No he didn't want to pull out now.. not when you'll leak all of his cum out. Hell no.
Your cries were heard, poor neighbours but you didn't care about that much. He knew you loved it when people could hear you both get so dirty with eachother. "Fuck– s'tight ahh.. you're close yeah?" He also did not give a flying fuck if he already came before you, it just aided when he feels you tighten around him.
"S'fast.. wait.." Your bit your lip and he tapped your chin. You looked up at him as he pulled your bottom lip down, it glossed with your tears. "No no, let me hear you scream.." He chuckled so loudly as you were slammed once again.
"Cover up your voice again– I'll fuck you twice as hard again."
Kuroo Tetsuro, Tsukishima Kei, Iwaizumi Hajime. (any other character also work.)
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi is the type to never let you walk on the street-side of the sidewalk, but he doesn’t do it with some dramatic, sweeping gesture. he just quietly palms your waist, his thumb digging slightly into your hip through your shirt, and nudges you to the inside without breaking the flow of whatever story he’s telling you about his athletes.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi has hands that are always a little rough, calloused from years of gripping volleyballs and athletic tape, but he’s absurdly gentle when it comes to you. his favorite thing to do when you’re both unwinding on the couch is to drag the blunt tips of his fingers down the nape of your neck, tracing the edge of your collarbone until you’re practically melting into his chest.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi looks terrifyingly hot when he’s focused, especially now that he’s older, broader, and wears those fitted athletic polos for work. if you’re studying or working next to him, he’ll be staring intensely at his laptop screen, jaw tight, until he catches you looking. the way his expression immediately softens into this heavy-lidded, knowing smirk will absolutely ruin your ability to concentrate.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi isn’t a loud PDA person, but his possessiveness shows up in the quietest, highest-voltage ways. like how his hand always finds its way under your thigh when he’s driving, his fingers idly squeezing your skin right above your knee, or how he’ll pull you against him by your waistband in crowded spaces, his chin resting right on top of your head.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi is incredibly observant. he knows the exact temperature you like the shower, exactly how much milk to put in your morning coffee so it’s just the right shade of beige, and the precise moment your social battery dips. before you even have to say you want to leave a party, you’ll feel his large, warm hand slide down your spine, his lips brushing your ear as he mumbles, “let’s get you home, ‘kay?”
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi has a terrible habit of leaving his heavy, oversized hoodies at your place, and he fully expects you to wear them. but the real kicker is when you try to give them back, and he just pulls you into his lap, buries his face in the crook of your neck, and mutters that they smell way better on you anyway, his grip tightening around your waist so you can’t get up.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi is a teasing menace behind closed doors. he loves to push your buttons just to feel the flush creep up your neck. if you’re complaining about him being too distracting, he’ll just lean over you, trapping you against the kitchen counter with his forearms on either side of your hips, looking down at you with that lazy, confident gaze that says he knows exactly what he does to you.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi is your absolute biggest safe space. after a grueling day, there is nothing better than crawling into his bed and having him immediately haul you against his chest. he’ll wrap his thick arms and legs around you like a human weighted blanket, pressing slow, lingering kisses to the top of your head until all your stress completely evaporates.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi is so deceptively solid, and he knows exactly how much he outweighs you. when he’s feeling particularly impatient, he loves to casually hook a thick arm around your neck from behind, pulling your back flush against his broad chest in a lazy, dominant headlock. he’ll just hold you trapped there, his heavy bicep pressing right against your chin, flexing effortlessly every time you try to squirm away while he mumbles something entirely too hot in your ear.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi does this thing where he doesn’t ask you to move—he just moves you. if you’re in his way or if he just wants you closer, he’ll wrap his massive hands around your waist and physically lift your feet off the ground to set you exactly where he wants you. that casual, effortless manhandling is dangerous, especially when he deposits you right onto his lap or strands you on top of the kitchen counter so you’re at perfect eye level.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi has an absolute vice grip, a lovely byproduct of his years as a heavy-hitting wing spiker and trainer. when things get heated behind closed doors, he likes to pin both of your wrists above your head with just one of his hands. his fingers wrap completely around your bones, locking you down so easily that it makes your head spin. he’ll just look down at you, using his free hand to trace a line down your stomach, completely unbothered by how much you’re trembling underneath him.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi’s thighs and biceps are genuinely a public health hazard. he’s completely unbothered by using his weight to pin you to the mattress, straddling your hips so you can feel every single muscle in his legs locking you in place. if you try to push him off, your hands just end up gripping his tensed, solid biceps, which only makes him huff a dark, quiet laugh before he leans down to bite at your collarbone.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi gets incredibly needy in the dirtiest way after a long week of training. he won’t even wait for you to get to the bedroom; he’ll just crowd you against the nearest wall, his heavy thigh sliding right between yours to press up against you, making your breath hitch. he likes to slide his rough hands under your shirt, his calloused palms dragging harshly over your bare skin as he commands you to look at him while he ruins your makeup.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi loves the contrast of his rough, athletic hands against your soft skin, and he isn’t gentle about leaving his mark. he’ll wrap his hand firmly around the back of your neck, his thumb pressing into your jawline to force your mouth open for him. the way he handles you is so heavy and deliberate—he likes to leave deep, dark bruises right where your neck meets your shoulder, anchoring you to him while he takes his time pulling the most embarrassing, breathless noises out of you.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi is entirely too strong for his own good, and when he completely loses his patience with you, he shows you exactly how effortless it is for him to keep you right where he wants you. he’ll pull you onto his lap facing away from him, or crowd you from behind against the mattress, and lazily hook one thick, heavy bicep under your chin to lock your head back against his shoulder—keeping you completely pinned while he drives into you from behind.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi loves the view it gives him. with his arm locked securely around your neck, he can force your head back just enough to look down at your face, watching your eyes roll back and your mouth part as he hits every single spot. every time he drives home, his bicep flexes hard against your throat and collarbone, smothermuffling your breathless, high-pitched whines right into the crook of his neck while his other hand grips your hip so hard he’s going to leave bruises shaped like his fingers.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi uses his athletic weight to completely overwhelm you. you’re trapped between his solid chest pressing into your spine and the unyielding restraint of his arm holding your head steady, making it impossible to escape the relentless, heavy rhythm he’s setting. when you try to arch away from the friction, he just tightens the headlock a fraction more, his voice dropping into a dark, gravelly command right against your ear: “don’t move, just take it. you’ll be good for me, won’t you?”
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi gets so dirty when he realizes how much his strength turns you on. he’ll intentionally tense his forearm right against your neck as he plows into you, letting you feel the full, hard ridge of his muscle cutting off your ability to do anything but swallow the moans of his name. by the time he finally lets you go, your head drops heavily to the pillows, completely spent and dazed from the sheer, breathless weight of how thoroughly he just took you apart.
n: i’m at an all you can eat asian restaurant, mmm
REQUEST: pspspsps i hope its okay if i drop my request here since i saw that yours are open :D can you maybe do how kuroo, iwaizumi and osamu rejects reader confession ( they are best friend ) because they have feelings for another person but later they regret it when they moved on? i love it when the boys realize it later how much the reader means to them but y/n took the chance to move on and have a sexy glow up ✋😩 yessss i wanna see them suffer at the end >:) • by anonymous
WARNINGS: dumb boys hurting your feelings and you hurting them right back :/
NOTES: i feel like i’m not too good at writing angst lol but i made these blurbs instead of hcs!
no thoughts, just iwaizumi fucking you against your desk—you’re lying on top of your mounds of homework for uni, some papers crumpling from the movement, your computer in sleep mode from lack of use. your shorts and underwear decorate your ankle on the floor while your other leg is propped up on the chair, giving him that perfect angle to hit that sweet little spot that has you seeing stars and creaming all on him.
his hands grip your hips in a deliciously bruising hold as he fucks the stress out of you, whispering in your ear how you’re his smart girl who just works too damn hard. his smart girl who loves to go absolutely dumb from his fucking cock.
and when his smart girl is stressed… of course he’s gonna make you feel better.
“hajime—” your voice more of a breathy whine than a moan, “—fuck fuck—s’good, soo—ohh good.”
“yeah?” iwaizumi grabs a fistful of hair and pulls your head back to look at him. your eyes are glazed over in a beautiful, heady daze, reserved only for him. “am i fucking my princess dumb? can’t think about anything else?”
drool trickles down your chin as you babble out words you can barely articulate. “only you—fuck— oh my god… haji, ’m gonna—“
his hand comes down to your puffy little clit and rubs it just right for you to turn into a loud, whimpering mess. “c’mon—come for me, princess,” he groans, fucking you through it. he feels you clench around him, paired with a strangled, “‘m gonna make a mess! hajime!” before you finish—white clouding your vision. he groans as he nears his own finish, making sure you were finished with your own high before pulling out and jerking himself to come all over the swell of your ass.
and it’s been proven that every time he helps relieve your stress, you lock in and finish all your required assignments and get ahead on more. which, in turn, just means iwaizumi gets to tell you just how wonderful and smart his pretty girl is…
BOKUTO very much has a size kink. upon returning home after a match, he loves some victory sex—he’s wired up and just so badly wanting to sink his cock inside you. and truly, no matter how much it may sting in the moment (though he does like it), there’s nothing better than seeing the marks of your nails down his back the following morning.
when he finally gets you in bed, you—with your plush thighs spread and quivering—look up at him beneath your eyelashes as he pulls down his boxers.
fuck, he’s always so big.
“kou, please,” you whimper as he moves to hover over you, and his beefy body completely covers yours. he’s just so strong.
leaking with an angry red tip, his aching cock rests against your navel, positioned right on your belly where you can see just how deep it goes.
“kou—”
“i know, baby.” he lifts your legs to drape over his arms, noticing the slight bulge of his biceps as he holds them up. he grips his length to tease it against your clit, watching your hips buck up against it. oh fuck, he loves seeing you like this—makes him even harder, actually, as another little pearl of his arousal dribbles down his shaft.
sliding in, he’s slow and steady. he’s surprisingly patient with you, but that’s always because—
you whine, gasping out, “kou, too much!! can’t fit—”
oh, and bokuto loves a good competition.
“shhhh, pretty,” he whispers, wiping a little tear from your cheek, “breathe for me. it’ll fit—it always does.”
your sweet boyfriend AKAASHI, who lazily draws little shapes on your clit as he sits behind you. you’re gasping and hiding your face in the crook of his neck as he shushes you and reminds you to keep your legs open for him. you've been so stressed out recently, so he has to help his angel, doesn't he?
when he sees those pretty tears in your eyes and hears those soft whines of you asking him to please stop teasing, he finally relents and slowly sinks a finger in.
fuck, with your cunt so wet, it's almost too easy for him to slip inside, your warmth happily welcoming him. you croak out a "thank you" as he inserts another and curls his fingers, reaching that sweet spot that you seem to have trouble reaching sometimes.
"there we go, angel, feel me," he murmurs in your hair, watching as your thighs begin to tremble, "feel my fingers."
a/n: i want akaashi to help relieve my stress damn
and when he’s using his thick fingers to push his third load of cum back inside you, he adores the look of bliss in your hazy, half-lidded eyes. it never gets old.
maybe this load will be the one that takes, giving you a little baby that’s half you and half him.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ he has you sitting on and riding his face, with his hands gripping your hips to keep your weight on him—none of that hovering pussy shit—and guiding your movements until you’re crying out his name. death by pussy? his dream way to go.
BOKUTO KOUTARO, sawamura daichi, KITA SHINSUKE, motoya komori, MIYA OSAMU
₊˚⊹ ᰔ he bends you over the arm of the couch and fucks you, hard. with his hips snapping against your ass, paired with little grunts of “oh, baby, y’take me s’good—” that you forget all about everything because you’re just too busy creaming on his cock… what were you even sad about again?
₊˚⊹ ᰔ he gets you all comfy in front of a mirror and fingers you, alternating between little circles on your clit and curling his fingers inside your gummy walls, telling you to keep your eyes on yourself and to watch how pretty you look when you cum for him.
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