in which, toji accidentally slips your new vibrator onto himself and turns his dick like one instead…
I 𝓲. I mdni ୨୧ f! reader. usage of a vibrator. squirting. praising + degrading. pet names: baby. overstimulation. mentions of: cock rings. size difference.
note. repost from my old blog !! :p
TOJI NEVER ENJOYED TOYS in bed, thinking—knowing he, himself was enough. maybe too much even… how you could barely handle just his rugged body pressing against yours alone – full flush as his cock barrels deep into your sopping cunt was more than enough to keep you happy.
but the idea of bringing more fun into bed – just purely bullying your pussy at this point was a hobby for him. he just couldn't resist even then…
practically numb. your bundle of nerves tingle with the vibrations of the soft toy playing idly at your now puffy clit; feeling how toji rolls the intimate plaything and presses it harder as he nudges his cock in deeper. barreling himself bottomless and plunging with languid strokes almost agonizingly.
the vibrator alongside was setting off new sensations to run down your spine and coil neverending heat into your tummy. the different modes roll across your slit as the sauntering man above stuffs his cock in full chastity into your gummy walls, stretching them wide to his liking.
“atta girl-- told yah you’d like this stupid little thing,—” toji groans at the sudden slip when he leaned forward to plant a sloppy kiss to your puckering lips. the toy vibrating too fast in his barred hands, it slips downwards. accidentally adding pleasure to the base of his cock — catching him off guard.
““oh-- fuck.”” you both moan in unison.
leafy eyes flicker up to yours, catching how your stomach sunk in, “you… you felt that too?” and they flicker into cavernous fleeting thoughts as you try to nod…
toji kept the toy spinning.
planting it steadily at the base of his cock and leaving the rest of his length buried inside of you. he could feel the toy vibrate against his skin and forcing a jitter to his cock—practically making a toy of himself for you; and the foreign feeling of toji’s shaft jerking inside of you without the snapping of his hips was extending the syllables of his name until words were barely recognizable.
not only did it this sensation arch your back into a bow — creating the perfect parabola, but it made toji moan more louder, and it was such a turn-on hearing that bleak man howl out more like a bitch in heat.
creating a sopping mess below you, your needy cunt was webbing a translucent ring of slick around the crown of his cock in response.
“fuck-- yes! toji, yes!—” the pillow behind catches your swinging head—a head of mush. losing the ability to have coherent thoughts and to only babble out unknown words.
“i know-- fuck, i know.” toji’s voice is deeper now, more primal, and he punctuates the singular word of, “fuck.” with another deep stroke to your cunt. practically rutting against your body with shakes of trembling legs as your own bent above his broad shoulders, almost paralyzing.
your nails dig into the nearest surface with an agape jaw. only heavy breaths and wails of pleas spew out.
pretty lips pulling back in an action that left raw teeth marks to linger — ridden and puffy, just like your bundle of nerves. toji pressed a toying thumb at your soft spot on replace of the toy, rolling and pinching at the sensitive pearl as he fucked you raw.
this feeling of you both gaining the power of this little plaything was as if he could perceive your sins through the sparks of your rolling, sweating bodies together ‘till you bottomed out. falling into complacency when toji choose that moment to buck up into you just so.
bumping into your sweet spot in a way that caused an explosion of sparks to erupt in your brain.
your eyes peel back wide while held-back cries of exotic moans spiral out of control until your spongy walls spasm and clench tightly around his cock.
toji’s being far more insistent than a few seconds ago as his jutting dick vibrated deep inside of you only causing a fleeting across your body—shivers to crawl and a shameful tremble of pleasure to increase. you suck thick air through gritted teeth as cum glistened around his cock, some even pooling against the sheets.
he grunts, “one more time… cum f’me one more time before i do, baby… i know you can.”
maybe this toy wasn't such a bad idea, besides that it created more interest — more interest in bullying, your poor, weeping pussy for his sake!
“don't they make cock rings for stuff like this? we should get one after…”
ex husbands who are absolutely infatuated with you still. you broke off the marriage civilly and you co parent your 5 year old daughter. whenever he comes around, he always asks his daughter to ask if he can stay later because he knows that you could never say no to your precious girl. staying late ends up with him in your bed, on top, with one large hand dripping in your essence, and the other over your mouth to not wake up your daughter.
warnings?; toji jerkin it lol, touching from toji you obviously didn’t mind it.
perv!toji- who first spotted you at the small bakery close beside his new apartment. megumi was finally off to better things in life and eventually left his father. not that toji cared much, he kinda sought it as a new freedom. it typically had been awhile since toji seeked out to dating again. never succeeding it barely phased him though, wasn’t something he looked forward to. that was until he first laidideyes on you, sweet, delicate, and let’s be honest a bit oblivious. he jerked off to the remembrance of you that night, something that was rare of him to do let’s be honest. it was cute though, how you struggled to not be such a klutz, apologizing when in most situations it wasn’t your fault. not really understanding sarcasm and such, toji just seemed that maybe to other people they thought the same. he didn’t like that idea and he was obviously gonna fix it, and so he began to come more after declaring after that day he saw you he’d make you his.
perv!toji- who came in next day with hidden confidence and a nonchalant face, he wanted to play with you a bit cause why not? who set himself to a seat in the corner of the barely busy bakery far back. toji noticed you already taking another tables order, a group of teens. he would be lying if he’d say it didn’t annoy him seeing them taunt you. you being you though it didn’t really seem to bother you, you were just so oblivious to it all. after the 3 aching minutes of watching you take their order you spotted toji in the corner reading on the white decorated menu. he was a fine older man, fit and quiet he seemed to stay to himself. it made you bite your lip seeing his toned body and how he fit his muscle black shirt. walking over towards him toji couldn’t help but groan at the sight and take in a breath. you looked so beautiful, the way your skirt barely slipped pass your knees rising up anytime you bent over. the way your curls bounced with every step you took, just like your boobs. they looked so soft and sat up real nice, making toji squirm in his seat a bit. toji couldn’t take his eyes of your plumped glossed lips though, in a warm wide smile and done perfectly.
perv!toji- who knew from the moment he saw you what type of person you are, that’s why he was here to play with you. and of course make you his, that’s really all he wanted to do. toji who cleared his throat as you approached and eyed you down taking in the sight of your figure. god you were so much more perfect up close. “hi sir! are you ready to order anything…?” you sounded preppy and toji loved it, you were dedicated to the job and he found it cute. he hated that you were working in the first place, why couldn’t he take care of you? dick you down every day? making sure he spoils you and make you feel good? it wasn’t like it was impossible to do, but he wish he could’ve done it sooner. now or never though right? and that was his process with this plan of his. “what’s hot on the menu pretty? any recommendations?” he hummed out then made soft eye contact, he seemed so kind to you. just another big flirt who’d you fall for again, but did it matter to you? not really, plus toji was really sexy and thought you were pretty.
perv!toji- who scanned your every body part as you read out the menu happily not having a clue in the world he was checking you out. “i’ll just have a coffee sweets yeah?” he said stopping you mid sentence and smiled right back at him as he exchanged one. “alright sir, i’ll get that for you.” toji watched you as your frame walked away and watched as your skirt rose up with each step. his dick was hard in his pants the entire time, twitching, but you didn’t notice of course. it wasn’t long before you were back out serving the other table on the other side of the room. you finished up and smiled a reassuring look at toji that you’d be out with his coffee soon. he loved that you both made eye contact, made him riled up in his seat. toji who got so excited like a dog seeing their owner after awhile, if he had a tail it’d b wagging. toji who kept a friendly smile on his face as you came back with his coffee, pulling down your skirt on the process trying to hide it. you smiled at set it infront of him, “sugar..? or did you want cream?” toji nodded a slow no and smirked up at you. “nah thats alright pretty.. you’ve already done enough.
perv!toji- who drank his coffee as you stood waiting for his validation on it with a smile. you looked so damn cute, standing there hoping toji found it good. and it was, really good it put a smile on his face. “y’know how to make a good coffee..” toji spoke with a deep voice once again that made you jump a bit. “say.. what time do you get off hm?” toji asked awaiting your answer that you eventually told him. you couldn’t help but bite your lip speaking to toji and feeling so under him. toji noticed it and it just made his dick twitch more under his pants. he rubbed at your exposed thigh with his thumb slowly and smiled up at you. “hey, don’t be so nervous.. i won’t bite ya.” toji teased out and it made you unconsciously laugh, toji was visibly checking you out now and you saw. you couldn’t help being all flustered and told toji you’d be back for the bill later on. he didn’t let you go away that fast though and pulled your wrist not to hurt you or anything which didn’t happen. he stopped you with a smile and you looked back at him as he still held onto your wrist. “i’m ready for the check beautiful.” he said smiling and softly caressing your hand with his thumb. toji who paid and smiled the entire time you took the bill, tipping you 200$ for a coffee. you thought it was odd but at the same time who are you to complain? toji who left feeling satisfied and guaranteed to go back until he gets you. he went home that night and jerked off with the exact hand that he touched yours with, he couldn’t get you off his mind. he was enchanted with you and began going back every single day just to see you and leave a big tip. teasing you and leaving you on not that you mind, atleast he paid attention to you.
dilf firefighter Iwa, who fucks his baby sitter. that’s the thought.
this is your last year of college, and you babysit for iwa and he is happy to see you graduate, he loves hearing you talk about school, he can listen to it all day. you come over at 10 every-morning before he goes to work, and you, him and his daughter all eat breakfast together. he wants it to be a real thing a family thing, i mean when the three of you are out, people always comment on how cute your little “family” is and he thinks so too. only a ten year age difference, he’s 33 and still looks good and built. he goes off to work and reminds you about her play date with her friend at 1’o’clock. you two made smoothies but she ended up wasting hers all over your clothes. you get your spare clothes bag out the car and it’s just a red skirt, with a twist crop top, with a pair of thigh highs, with garter straps. wow. you change clothes and walk back into the kitchen to check your phone to see that Iwaizumi texted you asking could you bring him lunch after you drop her off. it’s 12:40 so you get her dressed quickly to take her over to her friends, and they tell you they’re gonna drop her off at home after they leave the park later. then you set off to get his lunch to bring it to him..when you make it to the station you walk in seeing all these big men, they’re so big, one of the guys comes up to you and ask did you need help, and you tell him you’re looking for Iwaizumi, and he takes you up to his office and as you’re walking you hear some men say “wow she’s here for the captain” and “yeah she must be his new little thing, she’s sexy”—- you walk in to see Iwa taking his gear off, he looks so good, so broad, how haven’t you noticed this before, oh wait you have, like the time you fingered yourself in his bed while his daughter was in her room sleeping, yeah, or that time you rode the life out your pink dildo thinking it was his cock, you’re starring at him, not even in the world. “well come in y/n” you shake yourself, closing the door behind you. and sit in the chairs in front of his desk handing him his food.. “why did you change clothes, you have somewhere to be?” he perks and you shake your head telling him that it was a little spill at the house. “well you look good” your face flush, he’s giving you little compliments as he tells you about work, and you’re getting turned on by it, you squeeze your thighs together and bite your lip starting off into space “what’s wrong baby?” you look at him shocked mouth wide, from the surprise “uh nothings wrong” did he just call you baby woah woah you’re going crazy in the inside “come here” he says fingers motioning you to come, throwing his empty lunch over into the bin, leaning back in his chair as you stand in front of him, he grabs your hand bringing you to sit on his lap, he brushed the hair out of your face “you’re so pretty baby” he stares up at you, pretty smile on his face “th- thank you haji” he grabs your hips grinding you onto his cock print, you can feel the imprint of the ring of his tip budging at your clit “do what you want with it baby” he tells you, you stand up a little unzipping his pants before taking his cock out, it’s so big, so long, so thick, with two veins. you stroke his cock, having to use both hands to fit it. “you’re doing so good”.
you can’t be quiet he’s fucking up into you so good, your tits bouncing out of your shirt, nipple piercings getting teased and slightly yanked by him, “i’ve always, w-wanted to get f-fuck by you daddy so good” you tell him placing your hands on his shoulders, he picks you up and sits you on the desk, for the best angle, “such a pretty pussy taking such a big cock, be loud i want them to hear you” he’s angling right at your gspot, making your toes curl and your eyes roll back “go harder, i can take it, i promise i can” you moan, you just wanna cum so you can get the best sleep of your life, he fucks into your harder making the whole desk move before he swoops you up and fucks u in the air, so strong, he looks down at the floor to see all ur cream leaking onto it, he wants you to look him in the eye, so you can know how intimate this is. but you can’t focus because your about to cum all over his cock, before you can even say anything you can’t control the way you squirt and leak all over the floor, “aw baby that was so good, daddy’s gonna cum too, where can i?” he slowing down his thrust so you can answer him “on my face please” he takes you off his cock gentle and you get on your knees stroking his cock over your face before he spurts it all on you, some dripping into your mouth and you gladly eat it making his cock twitch a little. by the time you two are all cleaned up, it’s time for him to go train the men. “i want you to stay the night with me, if you want” he tells you, while he walks you to your car, “yes i can stay, i’ll stop by my dorm and get some clothes” he kisses you telling you he had the best time. during the night, you cook dinner for them and watch a movie before you put the kiddo to bed. and late in the night you two fuck on the floor to keep the headboard banging on the wall while you have a pair of panties in your mouth to keep quiet
Hi Bella! I wanted to request HCs but wasn’t sure if you have some character limit so I’ll just ask for three ppl! Can you please do general sex/NSFW HCs for Nanami Gojo and Toji? Thank you!
What Nanami | Gojo | Toji are like in bed
A/N:I added a little more and my character limit is 6 I forgot to state it in my Navigation. Also does anyone know how to start a story with Gyomei I know he is blind so it’s a bit hard to start it (the story is Fluff to Smut)
Warning: NSFW obviously, Use of being tied with his tie, praise kink, spanking, ball sucking, breeding kink (For Nanami) praise and slight degrading kink, shower sex, hickeys, blind folding (For Gojo) Face sitting, hair pulling, face fuck, Degrading kink, overstimulation (For Toji)
Nanami Kento
When having sex with Nanami you don’t know what you’re gonna get for that day
If he had a bad day at work your hands are gonna be tied behind your back with his tie while he fucks you from behind until you’re filled to the brim with his cum
You don’t know how long you've been in this position all you know is that Nanami had to work overtime and he is pissed. your hands are tied behind your back feeling Nanamis cock plunge into your poor cunt, your cum, and his dripping down your inner thigh, your moans becoming breathy whines, your please barely being heard over his balls slapping your poor clit with each hard thrust. “Fuck sweetheart you're the only one that can make my day better especially when your tight cunt is wrapped around my cock”
If he had a good day he’ll have slow sensual sex with him praising you left and right still filling you to brim with his cum tho
“Oh sweetheart you feel so good, you’re being so good for me.” Moving his hips back and forth at a slow paste, his cock going deeper with each thrust making  exaggerated moans slip past your lips. Feeling Nanami empty yet another load of his cum inside, “shit Y/N hold it in like the good girl/boy/baby you are”
Whenever you give head to Nanami he always wants you to start with his balls, sucking on his balls has him finishing in seconds
When you first gave Nanami head you didn't think playing and sucking his balls would have him cumming on your face in seconds. So now whenever you want Nanami to feel good you start with sucking the head of his cock, then lead little kisses to his balls. Taking one in your mouth as one of your hands reach up to his cock, slowly moving your hand up and down as you suck one ball and play with the other. “Oh god dear, you always know how to make me feel good.”
Now if you purposely pissed off Nanami he will bend you over his making you count how many times he spanked your ass, not stopping until he’s finished and if you mess up the count or don’t count you’ll have to start all over
You've been laying across his lap for 30 minutes now, you've messed up the count 4 times. “Sweetheart, don't forget to count now you don't want me to start over again now do you?” “No” “Good so what number are we at” “15” “Good job dear”
Overall Nanami Kento is a man that goes back and forth between being mean/hard to being nice/slow. So he can be very “fun” or be very sensual
Gojo Satoru
When fucking Gojo you know what your getting into and sometimes you question it
Now this man is loud and obnoxious in bed either mocking your moans or just being loud it’s that bad that you hold his head in between your neck and shoulder but that just has him suck and bite your neck leaving hickeys and bruises
“Fuck baby you feel so good I would stay here all day if I could” feeling his cock reach all places inside your pussy, your moans becoming loud by the minute “fuck ‘Toru you feel so good” after letting out your desperate moan Gojo looks at you with a devilish smirk “oh ‘toru you feel so good, fuck Satoru your cock is so deep” he lets out little giggles in between each mimic he makes. still mimicking you, you pull his head to you neck to shut him up and that when you feel him bite, lick and suck on your flesh.
Since his job is very demanding he’ll always ask to take a shower which ends up with you getting your back blown out by him
You both have less than 20 minutes to finish or you’ll just be left high and dry. “Gojo we need to hurry up” you moan out as your front is pushed up against the shower door “just a couple more minutes baby you can do that right you can cum for me in a couple of minutes”
Now Gojo can’t decide if he wants to be mean or it he wants to be nice when he is dirty talking you so why not just combine them together right
You’re on knees giving Gojo head as you play with your clit, “oh your such a good cumslut baby” slowly moving your head to suck on his tip you feel Gojo move his shoe too your wet core moving it back and forth. “Good girl ride my shoe while sucking me off like a good whore”
But the one thing he LOVES doing to you is putting his blindfold on your face while fucking you and many different pastes
Gojo just walked into the house and being the caring S/O you are, you ask him if he needs to relax but his way of relaxing if blowing your back out as your bent over the couch, your eyes covered by his blindfold “oh baby you look so good with my blind fold on”
Overall sex with Gojo Satoru is wild with the way he acts
Toji Fushiguro
Toji can go hours when he fucks but the question is can you? The answer is no you get tired after your 5th orgasm which leads to him overstimulating you
You lost count on how many times you came but all you k ow is that Toji is not tired and will keep going until he is satisfied. “Toji please I can come no more” moaning out as he moves his hips at a brutal pace “You can give me one more right sweetheart” you’ve been overstimulated since your 6th orgasm you might be at 10 or more who knows all you know is that your cunt is so sensitive.
After coming home from a long day at work all Toji wants to do is fuck your face, he loves feeling your throat contort around his cock
Toji’s day was long and stressful so his only way to relieve that stress was to fuck the absolute shit outta your throat. With each thrust of his hips he feels your throat contort and gag with drool coming out of your mouth your nose hitting his lower abdomen he can’t find another way to feel better.
No matter what Toji will only degrade you
You’ve been going at it for hours now, the both of you facing the mirror in your room he holds your face up by your chin “Look at your my little slut aren’t baby” nodding your head feeling your climax coming as he ruts into your cunt
One of his favorite things to do is to have you sit on his face no matter how “big” or “heavy” you are he doesn’t care all he wants is for you to sit of his face not hover SIT
“What if I hurt you” you say this as you sit naked on his stomach and he slowly rubs your sides trying to coax you to sit on his face he lets out a deep sigh “does it look like I give a shit.” Whimpering as he pulls your body up to his face and forces you down his wet tongue. Sucking and licking at your clit ,Toji knows your enjoying yourself as you rock your hips back and forth on his face
One of Tojis favorite positions is doggy style because one your ass looks great another is because he loves pulling your hair
You’ve been going at it for hours now, his hands buried into your hair as he tugs and grips on it every time he moves. “Toji harder” you practically scream “you want me to pull your hair harder baby, huh?”
Overall you need to have a good stamina to fuck Toji Fushiguro
⸝⸝ A/N :: serial killer! toji makes me feel some type of way <3 5.2k words.
⸝⸝ SYNOPSIS :: you’re a college student, one dark night, the time was passing by normally, that is until infamous serial killer, toji fushiguro, breaks into your house with the intent to kill. you manage to run, but not for long, what will you do to save yourself?
⸝⸝ C/W :: dub-con, hunter and prey dynamics, mentions of murder / violence, breeding, mating press, slapping, degrading, mentions of impregnation, kidnapping, cheating, etc .
a/n. ♡ commissioned by a follower who i’m so very grateful for ♡ thank you thank you thank you for the commission!!! it was a blast getting to write two guys i normally don't get to write a ton, though oikawa makes me emo in this story jidfhygduuyf i hope you like the story my love!! thank you a million for commissioning me ♡♡♡
ushijima wakatoshi x fem!reader x kageyama tobio
There’s a sheen of sweat on Tooru’s forehead, gripping the bathroom table a bit too tight for your liking. Tight enough for the muscles to twitch, his knuckles white. You’re dutiful in your silence as you hang off his side, gently stroking down his back as he stares into the mirror before him lost, angry— and with his pretty chestnut brown eyes fighting a storm of defeat all of his own. You feel his shoulder blades shift before he pushes up and blows out a tense breath, and blinks through the wetness glossing his eyes. And your heart seems to go hot and cold all at once, hurting even a fraction like he is.
“It’s okay. You’re okay, Tooru,” you whisper into the pressing quiet of the fancy hotel bathroom, and swallow the tenseness down. And your perfect vision of a husband lingers, letting your arms come to his back to rub up and down in comfort. “Hey, breathe.” He looks like he’s fading just about now, coming apart at the seams— and Oikawa Tooru doesn’t falter often. In all of your years knowing the brunet, you can count on one hand the times his determination couldn’t get him past all the hurdles. Tooru fights until it cracks him; catches up to him to kick him in the face— and even then.
His eyes find yours, and he cups your cheeks in his large, calloused hands. Then he bends until your lashes brush together and his lips push against yours with a soft noise. Your hands still on his back, as he pulls you closer, kept so close to his chest it aches a little. “I’m sorry,” his voice breaks when leaving your mouth, “I’m just- just—”
“I know. This was important to you…” Your hands are a bit wobbly as you reach to grab his face too, nose to nose, “but you’ll get another chance. You always do.” Your husband’s hand comes to cover yours, the warm metal of his matching your fourth finger in stride. But even though you say it with as much conviction as you can muster, an Olympic stage doesn’t come around often. You know that. And why it hurts as much as it does to stand here before him and assure him that everything will be okay. Your lip wobbles, and you close your eyes when he kisses you again. Tender, loving… desperate. “You’ll be okay,” you chant against his mouth, hoping that saying it will make it true.
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The wind picks up enough to carry the whistles, shouts and cheers across the school grounds to your ear, as your friend pulls your arm with a pout on her pretty face. You want to indulge her, you do, but… “Come on~ there’s a bunch of hot guys sweating and playing sports in the gym, let’s go~” she pouts, giving you the kicked-puppy expression to match. “It’s Aoba Johsai playing, and you know what that means.”
“Do I?” you sigh back, grabbing her hand tighter before all her enthusiasm lets her fall face first over a pebble.
“It means Oikawa Tooru is here to gawk at.” She bites her lip with a little raise of her eyebrows, then nudges you. “I hear he’s a total hottie.” You roll your eyes, and fix your backpack on your shoulders, then let out a deep sigh. Before she can take it as a sign of defeat, you shake your head and attempt to walk into the further back of the massive Shiratorizawa schoolyard— for some much needed peace and quiet.
“I’m not going,” you breathe, and plant your feet into the ground.
You end up waving two purple pom poms around for almost three hours that afternoon, hot cheeks and baby hair sticking to your lipgloss more than once. And you can’t help but stare and shiver along with everyone else in the room when the balls bang onto the floor with a noise to kick the air out of your lungs, or cheer each time the crowd goes wild over another impossible save. The girl by your side chattering away between each break about the other school’s star setter, twirling her hair with a giggle. You can’t help but laugh along.
Only, when hazel-green eyes meet yours, that spark of joy bursts into an inferno in your chest, and you look away from the field without a second warning. You don’t like coming here anymore for a reason.
After the match you’re whisked down the stairs in a mess of classmates, arms hooked until the faux-redhead squeaks something about saying hi to Oikawa. You let her run off with joy. But you’re left standing by the gym doors for no longer than five minutes, before a warmth radiates over your back that has you turning in surprise. “You came,” the deep voice is soft but pointed, like you’re a novelty to the locals. You’re not, but the slightest bit of engagement is enough to have you floating. The tall man’s fresh out the showers, and smells so nice, it momentarily distracts you from the facts. You flush, and heat up on the inside, like someone’s shoved a hot poker down your throat as soon as he lifts his brows though.
“Not for you. My classmates wanted to see the match.” Then after a few seconds, you take your eyes off of his handsome, structured face to stare resolutely at the wall instead, willing yourself not to notice how his hand comes out to brush your hair away from your face, thinking better of it when you move back. “I’m still mad at you, Wakatoshi.”
“How much longer will you be mad for?” The dry question makes you huff, sucking air between your teeth. But you can’t be mad, not really. Not when those beautiful hazel greens find yours genuinely, as if hanging off your every word.
Your mouth snaps open, only to have you stop halfway to chewing him out. “I don’t know yet. Until you’ve learned your lesson. Until you say you’re sor—”
“I’m sorry,” he says instantly, and grabs the front of your shirt to gently coach you closer to his sturdy, perfect form. It’s infuriating too, that you’re so damn weak to it. He knows how to work your weaknesses by simply breathing. “I don’t like when we fight. Forgive me.” Ushijima goes in halfway for a hug, but lets you close the rest of the distance, and you do, easily. Too easily, probably. But when he leans in to kiss you, you back away enough to have his hand chase after your chin, trying and failing to grip it.
“Still mad,” you remind him, and pull your jersey closer around your body. And though you can tell he has something to say about the matter, a whirlwind of chatter coming from down the hall breaks your attention away. As the world would have it, none other than -what you can only assume is- the other school’s star setter walks down the hall, politely trying to maneuver through the gaggle of girls on his trail. It’s embarrassing, to say the least, to have so much sway over those poor girls with just a bright smile and a pretty face. And it is pretty, you instantly realize.
Tall, incredibly good looking, with chiseled features that could put a lesser girl to shame— you find yourself staring just long enough to catch the way he zeroes in on Wakatoshi’s face behind you. Who has gone even more uncharacteristically quiet. A tense moment passes, before Ushi breathes out a little sigh and acknowledges the other man. “Oikawa.” Some of the girls only stop chattering to look between the two of them with cautious eyes, some accusatory, some equally star-struck. But the pretty brunet barely stops walking and smiling.
The only thing that makes you aware of the tension in his face is the way his eyes are hard and sharp, not making the sudden hostility any more pressing. You feel a chill travel down your spine at the sight. “Ushi-waka.” You saw the match. Behind that ferociously determined spirit is talent and passion and years of practice, and the serves hitting the floor full force at Oikawa Tooru’s hands had been just as impressive as Wakatoshi’s in speed and power. But for some reason, the way he glares like he’d make the other drop dead on the spot scares you much more than any threat of physicality.
And Ushijima must sense something in the way you take the tiniest step back, because he puts a comforting hand on your shoulder and strokes the skin there with his thumb. It keeps your hairs from standing up, as you swallow, and go to turn away— showdown over. Only, as if just noticing you, Oikawa’s eyes slowly slide down, meeting yours. And he goes a little blank for a split second, before walking past. But you don’t miss the way he glances over his shoulder again, and makes every inch of your skin break out in goosebumps.
+
A lot has changed since your first meeting with the guy, you can’t help but muse, a little nostalgic at the thought. You tug at your dress to fix it proper, and blink at your stretched out hand to watch the golden band gleam in the warm light of the room. A room filled with athletes, some you know, some you don’t— some who tower over every ‘normal’ person around, and have to bend to get through doors. A gathering, courtesy of the Olympic village, to break any animosity or pretense of team rivalry outside of the court. It’s a sweet idea, but you can’t exactly blame Tooru for absolutely refusing to come. Ushijima isn’t a person who’ll choose to eat his words in order to spare someone’s feelings. You know that better than most.
Your brunet is holed up in your hotel room for the night, and will stay there. Still, you found it important to come, if only to keep up the pleasant facade that your husband isn’t eating himself alive. Over losing. Over being outdone. But most of all, over the creeping idea of not measuring up that still, still plagues him from time to time. Even for all the growth the man you love has gone through since highschool, no one is strong enough to stomach this. You get it. You do wish you’d attempted to find yourself anyone to talk to tonight, slowly sipping your champagne as you watch the familiar faces mingle.
But you don’t stay lonely for too long. A deep voice clears behind you. Familiar, it chants through your skull. You turn, and bite back a gasp, at having to tilt your head back even father since high school. Wakatoshi looks so grown, that’s the first thing that strikes you, his hands casually resting in the pockets of his white blazer as he wears a tiny smile. He looks good, hair a brighter brown, skin golden against the light jacket; and those pretty hazel greens pin you right in place.
He still says your name like it’s something to cherish, before giving you an up and down. One that last long enough to make shivers break out on your legs, blatant as ever. You flush, but don’t say anything when he reaches out to run a hand over your head.
A little too familiar for you not to brush it off. “Where’s the husband?” he asks after a moment of biting his tongue, making a point to look around for him.
“Tooru was practicing for hours after Monday’s match, and he’s been a bit feverish since. He’s not used to the springtime weather anymore.”
“Ah,” Wakatoshi wisely chooses to say nothing more, and glances at your face under those long lashes again. “You look- stunning.” It shouldn’t make something twirl in your belly. You’re told every day by your husband. But because of who it’s coming from… all actions and no talk, usually- it tickles a needy, nagging sense in your skull. He stands in all his tall, robust glory, sipping champagne; and your eyes instinctively go over his wide shoulders, tiny waist, thick thighs. He’s gotten even bigger. You didn’t know that was possible. And you can feel the way it churns in your brain, all messed up with memories of before, of how that body used to feel against yours, that it takes just a second longer to banish those thoughts far from your mind.
Wakatoshi doesn’t say anything if he notices the way you avert your eyes quickly after you realize, and instead makes a noise before moving. “Oh, I have someone you should meet.” He motions to another man from the group he’s mingling in to come stand to his side. “This is Kageyama Tobio, my teammate.” You’re perfectly aware of who the stranger is, of course. His black hair falls in little tufts over his brows as deep, ocean blue eyes find yours, the man before you swallowing tensely. “She’s the one I told you about,” Ushi says, then picks a fresh flute off the waiter when he passes by. “More champagne?”
You take the glass with a little smile, and shift your weight towards what you well know to be Oikawa’s junior. Despite that though, you never got to meet the guy. He’s also -handsome, go figure- with a cute, lost expression and high cheekbones, and that jawline, and body. You only really take note of the fact that you’ve been talked about when you look back at your long time acquaintance to lift a brow. “All good things,” he assures quickly, “we were looking forward to seeing you here tonight.”
Your giggle is one to smooth over whatever fondness you hear in his voice with indifference, twirling your glass. “I’m sure both of you are missing Tooru more than you’d have missed me.”
And Tobio, who at first seemed like a quiet, gentle type, shrugs to speak up. “Not really. Him not being here is… well, it definitely makes things easier.” The vague statement makes you look up, but the noiret only drops his eyes to your neck and down. Wakatoshi instead reaches out to gently wrap his hand around the wrist holding the delicate glass, and leads you a bit closer.
“I need you to know that I remember us well.” The statement’s so bold it makes you believe you must’ve heard wrong, but Wakatoshi doesn’t falter. “How good we were, how you felt on me—”
“—That is so inappropriate, Wakatoshi.”
“Oikawa’s been a pain in our asses for years, you know,” Kageyama joins in, staring you down as your face goes hot at how he leans down to get level with you. Like he expects an apology from you personally. Like you, by extension, are the same type of annoyance. You try to say anything about the ridiculousness of that, but Ushi’s grip on you remains so solid. And you don’t want to cause a scene. “We wanted to give him a present for his playing at the Olympics this year. Have to give it to him-”
“-he puts the monster in monster generation.” Ushijima almost looks pleasant when he smiles at the end of it, and then turns to face you more, making you get even closer to his sturdy chest. “Step out with me for a moment, will you?”
+
“I- I don’t-”
You’re lifted by your ass into his body, soft lips roaming wildly against yours as he melts to you, and moans into the deep, messy kisses. Tobio kisses like he’s got something to prove, tongue dominating your attempt to slow down by grabbing your face in both hands and forcing a deeper kiss onto you. “Pretty, he called you pretty,” Tobio huffs into your mouth, catching his breath while equally greedy hands roam your stomach under your dress. “Call that the understatement of the century.”
“You didn’t need any more convincing,” Ushi just says. His mouth is back on your pulse then, big, warm hands sliding down your tummy with your dress hiked up all the way to your midrif. It’s electric. And you want to cry with how desperately your body responds to their greedy touches. You feel horrible, you should fight. You should do anything except take it like this. But the locked room separates you from the other people, and from your purse and therefore phone. Tobio’s dragged out noise of enjoyment burns into your brain as you watch his eyes roll back into his head, cheeks pinker but eyes just as cold and calculating as they were earlier.
Still, he kisses you without pause, down your jaw, neck, tugging your top aside to lick down the valley of your breasts. “No, wait- s-stop. Stop touching me. Toshi—”
“You want it.” The brunet says plainly, no decorum as his hand cups your cunt over your panties. And sure, you’re not dry, but that’s only a natural reaction. “Don’t lie to yourself like this.” The cold tone makes way for a warmer hum when you squeak and reach to hold onto his large hand from touching further, but your fingers shake. “I want you too, baby. ‘Ve missed you.”
He rubs his crotch against your ass to make you feel just how much, his hard cock pressing hard against you. Big and needy. You’re letting out a surprised mewl at the touch, to which Tobio grunts. “Want to get eaten out?”
“No, no- I don’t- can’t,” you chant, and close your eyes, until a sharp pain hits your ass cheek and makes you jump. Tobio doesn’t bother to soothe the ache, kneading into the soft skin with a deadpan look.
“Do you, or do you not want to get eaten out?” he repeats. He pushes your straps off your shoulders to free your chest and pushes your bra aside, pawing at your tits as soon as they’re out. And you try to struggle, you do, but Wakatoshi’s grip on your hip is tight as he nudges your underwear aside and slick coats the digits. “You’re not getting out of this either way, you owe us this. Owe Ushijima san this for leaving him for Oikawa.”
“We were broken up, I didn’t leave anyone,” you snap, but quickly quiet when he flicks your nipples and leans to take one into his mouth. Ushi meanwhile rubs just a single of his long, thick fingers through your mess below and hums softly at the warm wetness, satisfied at your current state. He knows you get pouty and woozy when you have your pussy played with, using it to his full advantage as you bend under their touches.
“Quick, pick,” Tobio grunts, sucking on your other breast harder than before, and leaving a soft bite at the underside of your tit.
“Yes, y-yes-aw,” you jerk as he sucks harder, like he’s trying to mark you, and push his face away. There’s a tight, tense moment; before the noiret gives in and gets down to his knees. Ushi’s quick to slide your panties down your legs, taking with a thin line of slick down your leg as he drops them and Tobio grabs one thigh to put it high over his shoulder. You place a hand on his crown for stability as he dips his mouth to kiss the top of your pussy, then lower, using his tongue to spread you. One hand comes up to hold your ass and push you closer to his face, as he gets to work on the wetness that coats your bottom lips.
Meanwhile, Ushi comes to your front to watch you for a few moments, then nods and peeks his tongue out to wet those plush lips. “You look good like that. Here, let’s get you out of these.” The rest of your dress and your bra are discarded, tossed aside to make way for his large, rough hands that stroke all over your skin, down your tits, to push at your clit and make your hips buck. Tobio grunts into your pussy at that, and pushes the hand just as quick back up like it’s offensive. Instead his mouth comes to cover the sensitive but, as he sucks so hard it makes your eyes flutter. “Oh-n- fuck. Fuck, fuck.”
His tongue toying at the nub, up and down, and rocking your hips against his mouth with a hum. Ushijima grabs your face in his hands to lead you to him now, kissing you just as hard and deep as he used to. Grunts into your mouth when your hands go to grab at the front of his shirt, feeling the heat of his chest under your fingertips. You whine back, trying not to pull harder at Tobio’s hair as he buries his face into your wet cunt, or at the way Toshi lets his lips travel the expanse of your neck. “Get on my cock,” Wakatoshi suddenly breathes, taking you away from Kageyama’s face with a quick motion. You stumble off, careful not to knee the pretty noiret in the face.
Tobio’s not pleased by the way his eyes narrow at the other man, but gets up from his kneeling position to lick his lips and starts undressing too. “What he said.” He also pulls his phone out, and aims it at your face.
Something you panic over, trying and failing miserably to grab at it when he leans back. “Ah ah ah, stop that. It’s just to remember.” The phone makes a familiar ding, something that makes your skin itch. “Don’t look at me like that, it’s harmless. Unless you’d rather we open this door and fuck you like that.” No, your mind screams, fighting against Ushi’s hold harder.
“There’s people out there,” you balk, staring between them two of them like they’re crazy. “No, no, stop— I want-” Your head is floaty from the alcohol and the anxiety, but even you know that the door to the toilets won’t be enough to keep out the noise. “People will hear!” But Wakatoshi’s hands are rough as he positions you with your face towards Kageyama, and pushes between your shoulder blades until you’re clinging onto him too.
“Only if you keep being difficult,” Toshi says. You instead give the noiret a look, but he shrugs, and leans in to kiss your lips again, biting your bottom lip until it stings. “I will stretch you for it only if you’re quiet, so…” The rest of the sentence isn’t spoken aloud, but you understand the threat plenty when he presses a kiss to your throat, right where he used to love putting his hickeys. “If you don’t want Tooru to know, be good.”
Then he slips a finger into your pussy, other hand going under to support your belly. He slides his finger in and out a few times, pushing those long digits far into you, before pushing at your puffy clit. The touch makes your hips twitch, and he uses that as fuel to continue with a second finger. “You’re very wet.”
“Because she likes being treated like this,” Tobio coos a bit too smugly, puckering your lips by pushing on your cheeks with his fingers. He lords the phone right at your face, grinning from above you. “How about your use that pretty mouth, hm?” You’re pushed down even further to watch as Tobio slides his boxers down and a glossy, pretty cock almost hits you in the face. He taps the head on your lips a few times, then strokes himself against your mouth. The warmth of his cock rubbing all over your puffy lips. “Open up.”
Ushi’s quick to pop his fingers in and out of your hole to, rubbing over your clit again and again with rough but precise motions that drive you crazy. Every touch pulling the coil in your stomach a bit tighter. Each time he pulls out his fingers with a lewd pop, you feel slick run down your cunt and inner thighs, and shiver. “Wet. Still so wet for me.” He’s not wrong, and the knowledge makes your face burn like an inferno, closing your eyes as Tobio’s cock head sides past your lips. Big and heavy, he pushes it deep in with just one thrust ans makes your eyes water— so you close them.
Let him grab your face and use you, as Wakatoshi plays with your pussy and then pushes off his own pants and boxers too. You don’t need to see him to feel the way his cock twitches as he presses it against your ass and then between your legs. He’s so thick you have to widen your stance a little, and the brunet hums in agreement at the sight. “Good girl. You’re cute like this.” Tobio chuckles softly, and thrusts deep into the back of your mouth until you gag.
“Really cute, for sure.” Though you wanna glare at him through your lashes, he’s big enough to have the back of your mouth ache after just a few sucks. So you pop his cock out to take a deep breath, drool and precum on your lips and tongue, and suck his balls into your mouth instead. One at a time, until Tobio’s eyes go tighter and he bites his bottom lip. “Fuck, that’s it. You’re good at that.”
You don’t get to linger in the praise, because the brunet behind you pushes into your cunny with a low groan. So slowly you feel every inch he slides in more, more, more until he bottoms out the last bit in one sharp thrust, and knocks the air right out of your lungs. “Still my favorite pussy, so tight—shit.”
“Take my cock in your mouth again, little one, g-good, like that.” Tobio throws back his head to moan your name under his breath, then pushes you back a bit more until he’s fully fucking into your face. Until drool runs down your chin, and he pants a string of swears. “God, that’s it. How does she feel?”
“Like heaven.” Then Wakatoshi starts thrusting with a rhythm enough to make you go cross eyed, far into your soft, plushy walls. He bounces you on his cock as each pump into you hits that spot just right, and doesn’t stop rubbing your puffy nub even when you reach back to grab for him. Tobio keeps abusing your throat until tears and spit running down your face, and Ushi doesn’t stop either. The coil pulls too tight. You pull off Kageyama just quick enough as your thighs flex and shake, and white and black comes over your closed eyes hard. “Fuck— Toshi, Tobio-hg—angh. Stop, stop, ‘s too much—fu-ugh.”
“Cumming already?” Tobio chuckles, stroking his cock in his hand with a wet noise. You rest your head against his hip as you shake and shudder under your orgasm.
You’re clenching hard enough to slow the thrusts to a crawl, but only just, and as soon as he gets enough room— he starts fucking you again, just as hard into your overstimulated body. “We’re not done, doll.”
“We’re sending you back with a medal. Now, ‘aah’.”
when the two of you drop your kid off to one another it’s always some sort of chemistry and Hajime ask if you could stay for dinner with them.. and you don’t try to refuse because you were just gonna go home and watch some cheesy sitcom shows. You get dinner started your daughter sits in front of the tv watching disney movies.. you miss this actually, being with Iwa he’s all you’ve ever known since highschool.. honestly the two of you got a divorce because the lack of communication, both of you were busy plus the baby, instead of you two fixing the situation you just thought it’d be best to separate at the time.
As your cutting the food up you kind of go on autopilot
“do you feel like we should’ve stayed married” iwa’s voice snaps you out of your trance.. “well.. yeah sometimes i really wish we stayed together i miss you so much hajime” before he could say anything your daughter comes rushing in the kitchen wanting to know if the food is ready, her big eyes starring up at the two of you .. “of course princess go set the table up with mommy” iwa gives her a kiss on the forehead before she runs off dragging you along with her… Hajime fixes everyone plates and brings them to the table .. your daughter starts the conversation “how was work today daddy did the big volleyball guys scare you” she asks…both you and Iwa chuckled at her “no princess i train them to become big and scary” he growls at her to shake her up a bit “woah daddy you’re cool” she lights up giggling. she stuffs her mouth with rice balls before turning around in her chair to look at the tv across the room.. “how was your day beautiful” iwa grabs hold to your hand.. “it was ok i had a lot going on today but i managed” you respond.. by the time dinner is over your daughter’s head is trying to stay vertical but she keeps titling over from her sleepiness. Hajime picks her up and takes her to her bed where she sleeps peacefully for the rest of the night.. then, he comes up behind you while your washing the dishes giving your shoulders a nice massage trying to relax you because you’ve been tense for a while now he can see it. “why don’t you get some rest beautiful” you know Hajime means well. “ y/n i don’t want you stressing you know if you need a break you need to let me know i promise i’ll take our princess for a few extra days” .. you turn around to meet his eyes before kissing his lips tasting his vanilla chapstick “i’m not tense that type of way hajime” .. it takes a while for him to comprehend it before his eyes widening.. are you saying you’re sexually fustrated? the two of you haven’t had sex since the divorce.. and he’s has sex with women after.. so are u saying you aren’t having sex?
hajime has you spread across the bed legs wide, face on perfect display for him.. “if i’d known you haven’t fucked anyone after me, i would’ve came to fuck this pretty pussy when you needed me to doll” he kisses the tears on your cheek, rubbing the sweaty hair out of your face “focus pretty girl i don’t need you passing out for cumming on daddy’s dick” one of his hands cups your face and the goes to play with your clit.. you haven’t felt this in so long.. the blitz of cumin “only want u daddy fuck me please please” you love how he pays attention to your body, knows which spots to touch to get you going “missed you too baby never got to tell you earlier.. miss you and miss this pussy.. my pussy baby mine” in this moment you realize either way it goes you’ll spend the rest of your life with Iwaizumi Hajime “give me another baby please” that was like music to his ears he could give you however many kids you want aslong as “gonna be my pretty wife again first?” he’s asking while he ruts in you “ yes yes gona be ur wife again m’ bout to cum daddy” in the whole world you’re the only woman he needs “ gonna cum in this pussy make u full again” as he pushes deep into you to let his cum flow out you feel the sensation of his cock head touching your cervix pushing you over the edge.
“did you mean it you’ll be my wife again” he’s pulling you close to his chest just wants to stay like this forever “i mean it with everything i’ll be your wife”
honestly yes.. hes so possessive.. you can’t do anything unless it goes through him. once while he’s out with the team.. you decide FUCK IT you wanna go out too.. when his phone chimes that the front door has opened he checks and sees that your location moves too…he’s not gonna confront you while your out.. he’s gonna wait until you’re otw home and he’s in the living room waiting on you.. asking who you’ve been with and why did you tell him to come along too.. now you’re in trouble
