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hi! just a few things about me: i’m 21, an INTJ, and a scorpio. i somehow got dragged into anime halfway through quarantine and haven’t managed to claw my way out (not that i’m complaining) so here we are. my comfort characters are kita, iwa, and kirishima but i read/ write for everyone!
fandoms i write for / rb:
-haikyuu
-jujutsu kaisen
-my hero academia
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≣ contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, all characters are aged up, fem! reader, unprotected sex, squirting, overstimulation, cunnilingus, clit slapping, dacryphilia, size kink, riding, fingering, creampie
≣ notes ⋮ have not posted in a bit oops
𖧷 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎
gojo is mean under the ruse of being sweet, cupping your cheek tenderly as he chuckles at your tears. he likes watching you squirm, watching your hands pressing gently at his chest to push him away even as your hips meet his thrusts halfway. you’re sensitive, the drag of his thick veins running along your walls and the blunt head of his cock kissing the spongy spot deep in you, making you sob as you near yet another orgasm.
“p-please, toru—’s too much, i c-can’t—”
“aw sweetheart,” he coos, kissing the tears that slip from your lashline and coat your cheeks, making you whimper as you feel his navel bump along your clit. “don’t underestimate yourself,” he chuckles, groaning as you hug tightly around him, “you can give me one more, can’t you? just so damn needy for me, aren’t you, baby?”
his hips slam into you faster now, angling to hit you right against your sweet spot, making you cling to him as sob, legs hooking around his hips as your hands tug at his hair.
“toru, toru—oh,” you gasp, hips raising off the mattress as your orgasm crashes over you, pulling whimpers and mewls from your lips as your release coats him and soaks the mattress under you. gojo’s hips almost still as he watches you, entranced—and then he groans needily, bucking into you harsher as he chases his own high.
“fuck,” he curses, “think you can do that again, baby?” he asks desperately, lust in his voice even after all the rounds he’s fucked you through, “jus’ one more time, yeah? wanna see it one more time.”
𖧷 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎
geto hums against your pussy as your legs squeeze around his head, one hand moving to stroke your thigh soothingly as he licks another stripe along your folds. he’s fucking his tongue into you before flicking it along your clit, staring up at you with wide, hazy eyes as he watches your lips part with another moan.
“suguru—fuck, like that,” you plead, grinding your hips further against his face. his tongue plunges past your folds once more, nose bumping along your clit and making your fingers tangle into his hair. he groans when you pull at the strands, making you sob with pleasure as the vibrations run along your heat. there’s a mess of your slick and his spit along his chin and your inner thighs—but it only makes him want you more, the taste of you on his tongue not enough to satiate his hunger.
“c’mon princess,” geto mumbles as he presses a soft kiss against your clit, making you whimper as your hips buck for more friction, “gonna cum nice and hard for me, right? like a good girl?”
“y-yes—yes, gonna cum,” you gasp, biting your bottom lip when you feel yourself get closer and closer to falling over the edge—and when his lips wrap around your clit and suck, you can’t help but let go, the coil in your belly snapping with more force than ever. “su-suguru—”
you cut yourself off with a squeal as you cum, hard, gushing over his face as you release, making his eyes widen before they narrow with urgency. his lips don't leave your dripping cunt, making you whine as it becomes too much—but he’s determined to watch you cum like that again.
“sugu—” you sob, trying to push him away, but he wrenches your legs apart and slaps your cunt with a warning.
“don’t interrupt, baby,” he growls, “‘m not finished yet.”
𖧷 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈
toji likes to watch you struggle to sink down on him, the thickness of his girth almost too much for you to take even after so much prep. he smirks up at you, scarred lips forming a lopsided grin as he watches you huff in frustration. his arms are behind his head, lazily raking dark eyes over your figure before settling on your glistening folds, spread open as you take him in slowly, the head of his cock disappearing inch by inch as you whimper.
“‘s big,” you whimper pitifully, lips wobbling as they curl into a pout, “c-can’t—”
“need help, huh doll? can’t do nothin’ on your own?” he chuckles before flipping you over, slowly pushing past your tight cunt and bottoming out, making you squeal as your arms wrap around his neck. the sounds you make against his ear as he slowly rocks into you encourage him to pick up his pace, right until he’s bullying into you cruelly, hand reaching between your bodies to find your clit.
“‘m close,” you whine, “please, please—need it,” you babble, making him chuckle smugly as he kisses the skin of your neck.
“close, huh? already?” he mocks, groaning as you clench down on his cock at his words, a dull ache spreading to his heavy balls as he quickens his pace and chases his own high, “so fuckin’ tight, doll. feel so—”
“oh,” you sob, and then he feels his crotch soak, staring down in shocked, wide eyes as you gush all over him, wetting the sheets under you and leaving your skin glistening with your release. he blinks, before another cocky grin tugs at his lips as he rolls his hips and slams into you with a punishing pace.
“atta girl,” he rasps, “so fuckin’ pretty. be a doll and do it again for me, okay?”
𖧷 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈
nanami is gentle—delicate as he kisses between your brows, whispering praise against your skin as he trails his lips along your cheeks and jaw. your cries are muffled against his lips as he meets you with a deep kiss, his fingers sinking into your tight cunt and stretching you out, curling against the spot that makes your eyes roll and your lips part with a gasp. you feel the steady ache build, slowly bringing you closer to your high as his wrist thrusts to dig his fingers deeper.
“so pretty, love,” he hums, “always look so perfect like this. come on,” he presses a quick kiss to your lips, “cum for me. let go for me, yeah?”
“ken,” you whine, writhing when his palm glides over your clit as his fingers fuck into you fast, the squelching sound of his digits sinking in and out of you filling the room along with the soft moans you let out. “k-ken, ‘m…’m gonna—”
“let go,” he pushes, fingertips hitting your spot with perfect precision, making your back arch as you cum with a choked cry of his name, thighs shaking and toes curling at the intensity of your orgasm. he watches with labored breaths as your arousal coats his wrist, making a mess between your legs as your release flows from your dripping cunt. it makes his own erection throb against his boxers, straining to be set free and sink into your wet heat.
“good,” you gasp, “feels good.”
“fuck,” nanami curses, pulling his fingers out of you and quickly exposing his red, aching member, “need to feel you do that on my cock.”
𖧷 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀
yuta has lost count of how many times he’s cum in you, a ring of the mess he’s made formed at the base of his cock as he sloppily thrusts into you even as you both hiss with sensitivity. he can’t think straight—only aware of how badly he needs you, how there’s never enough when it comes to you.
“feels…feels so good,” he pants, his voice breathy and labored, “not enough, ‘s n-not enough. more,” he whines.
“yu—”
“jus’ one more,” he pleads, cutting you off, “need more, princess. please.”
you’re clinging to him, arms wound tightly around his neck and letting his cock bury deep into you with wet, squelching noises, muffled by the sounds of your whimpers and his low groans. his hands are everywhere—feeling you up as they trail over your skin and leave it burning with the feeling of his touch, bringing you closer to your high.
“o-oh god…gonna—yuta,” you cut yourself off with a shriek of his name, and suddenly, he feels something wet coat him, looking down to watch with wide eyes as you soak him with your arousal, the clear liquid glistening along his crotch as you sob through your high. it makes his hips stutter before he cums instantly, body falling over yours as he’s gasping into your neck, your walls spasming around him and milking him of his cum.
“fuck, fuck—again,” he pleads, “do that again. need to feel you again,” he babbles, hips still rutting into you as his cock twitches with each rope of cum he spills into your abused cunt.
CONTENT WARNINGS: brothers best friend trope, invasion of privacy, male masturbation, pics saved without readers knowledge, boss!keishin, pervyroommate!atsumu, panty stealing and sniffing, diary stealing and reading, teachersassistant!tsukishima, reader is kinda a bimbo, creepy behaviour
ADDITIONAL NOTES: this is sort of a rewrite of some of my earlier works,, i recently hit a milestone and i’m happy to see how far my writing has come in just a year. check out my milestone matchup event 💆♀️
i do not condone any of this behaviour irl! it is simply just a fantasy, and this behaviour is not acceptable in real life.
and a firm ask for minors to not interact.
IWAIZUMI HAJIME
❥ beach hangouts!!! or pool, or suntanning. anything where he can see you in a skimpy bathing suit
❥ ignores your protests of how much gas he's wasting each time, don't worry, it's all worth it for him
❥ ceo of ‘lemme take pics of us (you) for memories!’
❥ looks at the pics he takes later at night in bed with his fist wrapped around his cock
❥ his favourite photo he’s ever taken was when you were tanning, propped up on your elbows as you poked your tongue out at the camera.
❥ he could see the beautiful dip in your waist and your smooth, long legs on display. your tits covered by the little string bikini (that he bought you), and there were droplets of water all over your sunkissed skin.
❥ always ‘slips’ in the waves, and his hands find their way onto your thighs, on accident, of course.
❥ and trust me, he’s thought about pulling the loose knot at the back of your neck and finally getting a look at those sweet nipples, but he knows your body was too good for other men not to look at.
❥ sunscreen!!!!! omg he’ll offer to do your sunscreen all the time, even the parts you can reach, like your ribs and the side of your thighs.
❥ he’ll stand behind you, peering over your shoulder to get a peek at your tits, hands slathering the cream all over your back, the heels of his palms slowly digging into your lower back, stop just above the swell of your plump ass.
❥ and yk maybe he’ll invite the other three quarters of the infamous ‘seijoh four’ some time. it’s not like you would notice another three pairs of eyes and wandering hands, silly little oblivious you.
KENMA KOZUME
❥ he’s definitely not brave or confidence enough to go for just any girl he finds hot
❥ but his best friends little sister, she could be easy.
❥ of course you trust kenma, you’ve known him since you were a toddler! the small, awkward, short haired boy from across the street
❥ there was nothing weird about hanging out with kenma now that kuroo was gone, it just meant more time for the two of you to blossom your friendship
❥ takes any chance he can to get you to wear the most revealing clothes
❥ ‘shorts or skirt?’ ‘skirt.’ ‘jacket or no jacket?’ ‘no jacket.’ you get the gist of it.
❥ always hugs you! you don’t notice how much more physical he’s gotten since kuroo left, haven’t you?
❥ the feeling of your nipples pebbling up against his chest when he gives you a goodbye hug had him shifting not to grind his erection into your thigh
❥ he’ll try and fix your computer if it’s not working, free of charge because ‘you need a day off to relax at the mall’
❥ goes through your search history and almost creams in his pants when he finds the ‘cute virgin gets fucked by fat cock’ in your search history
❥ will go through all your photos, sending copies of them to his own phone as he quickly moves them into a seperate folder for him to find quickly later at night
❥ the picture of you standing in front of your mirror, arching your back as your ass pokes out? he’s gonna need that later.
UKAI KEISHIN
❥ shimada’s new girlfriend.
❥ you were a cute little thing, always following him around like a lost puppy
❥ and when you all met up for drinks at the bar one night, and you mentioned how much you needed a job, keishin was happy to help
❥ you looked so cute in your polo, the sakanoshita market logo sitting just above your left tit.
❥ speaking of your tits, they barely fit in the top keishin had given you. he had apologised with a sly grin when handing it to you, claiming it was hard to get a larger size on such short notice
❥ you always treated him so well. it was hard to get a job as a uni student, and keishin was so generous offering the position to you with no prior experience.
❥ he taught you how to calculate the stocks, pressing up behind you and whispering into your ear as his hand guided yours to write down on the clipboard.
❥ he’s thinking about changing the uniform to a skirt, but he hasn’t quite got there yet.
❥ he’s quite alright having you bend over to the lowest shelf, your round ass stretching out against your leather jeans.
❥ or, his personal favourite, when you can’t reach the top shelf, and come to meekly ask him for help, nibbling your bottom lip. he just hopes you can’t notice him pressing his erection against the counter top.
MIYA ATSUMU
❥ roommate 🙄
❥ he’s a pretty good roommate, just very annoying at times
❥ ‘if i do the dishes can we cuddle and watch clueless?’, he begs nearly every night, sponge and plate in hand.
❥ he knows how to play it cool if he gets caught. ‘why are you in my room?’, you’ll ask, returning from a bathroom break. ‘brought ya this’, he’ll answer with a grin as he hands you a frappuccino, slipping out with your diary and a pair of your used panties stuffed up his hoodie sleeve.
❥ he’ll press the soiled fabric to his nose, alternating between breathing in your scent and licking it up.
❥ holds your diary in one hand and uses the other to pump himself as he reads your documentations of trying to fit three fingers inside of your poor little pussy
❥ offers you his hoodies to wear all the time, and gets so possessive when he sees you wearing them.
❥ will wear the same hoodie later that day, nose digging into the collar where the sweet scent of your perfume laid, grinding against the crisp bedsheets.
❥ feels ashamed of himself when he throws your cum stained panties into his hamper, making sure to bury it beneath his other clothes.
❥ the guilt all but disappears when he sees you the next morning, dressed in flimsy cotton shorts and a brown cami.
❥ he only flashed a smile back at you, mind racing to figure out what you were going to write in that silly diary today.
KOTAROU BOKUTO
❥ kotaorou didn’t even realise his puppy crush on you, the new MSBY manager at first.
❥ it wasn’t until you had asked if there was something on your face one time when he was staring at you during your lunch break
❥ he only shook his head, looking away to make conversation with someone else. truth be told, his eyes were focused on your pretty lips, wondering if they would fit around his fat cock or how soft they’d be against his own.
❥ he’s surprisingly good at hiding his tendencies, from you, at least. meian is way too observant to not notice, and it’s not like he’d actually bring it up to him.
❥ sometimes, he can’t wait until he gets home to start fucking his fist. maybe it’s getting a bit concerning how he keeps disappearing every few hours, coming back after ten minutes looking for more relaxed. well, he was the starting outside hitter, it’s not like coach foster could really reprimand him.
❥ his favourite time to see you was during the hot summer days. bokuto licks his lips as you peel off your jacket, revealing your navy blue polo, taut around your tits. you tied your hair back with such femininity, it had him weak in the knees.
TSUKISHIMA
❥ i am a firm believer in tsukishima being a TA after he graduates college!!
❥ he really only chose to help out because he adored the professor, but once he saw you, practically spreading your legs for him under the table, he was hooked.
❥ gets an instant hard on when he calls you out in front of the entire class for getting you’re and your mixed up, burning the image of your glowing cheeks and eyes wide with embarrassment into his mind for later on that evening.
❥ he doesn’t have classes with you everyday, and it’s hard for him to feel any sort of pleasure when he hasn’t had a whiff of your perfume, or been flashed the delicious sight of your blue panties for the fifth time
❥ luckily for kei, you’re so dumb that your public instagram is just your full name. not to mention slutty, he adds on in his mind, quickly scrolling to bookmark and screenshot all of your photos of yourself.
❥ he lets out a bated breath once he scrolls upon a mirror selfie of you, wearing only a sports bra and skin tight booty shorts. it’s clear you’d just been working out, due to the sheen of sweat laying atop your cleavage, something kei only spots after zooming in.
❥he cums in record time that night, having his best nights sleep in a long time. when he shows up to class the next day, he immediately spots you, adorned in a familiar looking pair of spandex booty shorts. kei curses under his breath, missing the way your eyes trail over his figure, hoping he’d enjoy your new attire.
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[oh to be fucked by pro hero deku like this after he comes back from a long patrol shift, all he wants is to be close to you and make you cum all over his pretty dick, definitely would not pull out]
[edge him until he’s seconds away from coming, then stop and watch him come from nothing]
[if you have big tiddies, please fuck him with them, he loves it]
[thigh fucker, loves thighs, idc fight me on it]
[“massage” late at night in the dorms after a long day of training]
[absolute whore for overstimulation]
[tying a needy dekus hands behind his back as you stroke his pretty dick awe]
[knee/thigh highs make him absolutely feral, loves having them wrapped around his head while he eats his bby out]
[cosplay/roleplay lover, LOVES FUCKING YOU IN SKIRTS]
[riding izuku, god the way he’d grab your ass, helping you fuck yourself on his dick-]
[rutting against his pillow when you’re not around to let him use you<3]
from inbox: [deku when you’re gone for too long and he just can’t stop thinking about you]
[puts almost of his weight onto pushing your back further down into the mattress while he ruins your cunt]
[dekus backshots, dick so big you can actually see a little bulge 😩]
[buys you a collar with a bell so he can hear the way it jingles faster the harder he fucks you… would buy a matching leash]
[breeding you in his favorite skirt of yours mmmmmmm]
[training you to take his cock before he actually fucks you, so thoughtful <3]
[personal fav: would shove his fingers into your mouth, forcing his cum down your throat, the way you suck and take his fingers in without hesitation has him hard again in seconds. Enjoys choking you and controlling your breath before bringing his hand back up to your mouth to play with your lips and collect your spit, only to use that same hand to play with your pussy… then putting those fingers back in your mouth for you to taste yourself, I think I got carried away with this one]
is my deku brain rot too obvious..
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[pro hero deku sending you videos of him fucking a toy because he missed you when you’re gone for too long]
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[not a video// VILLAIN DEKU this just screams villain deku]
+ (happy birthday izuku <3)
[another risky fucker, but it works out because you just couldn’t wait until you got home for him to sink his cock into you, now you have to watch people walk by as they’re oblivious to the fact that dekus cock is sitting nice and deep in your little cunt<3]
[giving the birthday boy a pussy job before taking him inside, overstimulating him while he’s mesmerized at the sight of you covered in him cum]
[toying with your clit while izuku keeps only the tip of his cock submerged in your cunt, he loves the way it feels when your pussy clenches around him]
[p-p-powerbottom Izuku mmm]
[mutual masturbation with a hint of choking?? yes please]
[not sure if I’ve posted this before but holding each other while he fucks you, he loves the intimacy of it all… the things I would do to feel his hair hit my face with each stroke ughdhdjdhdh]
[gif// not rlly p*rn but this would be so cute with him]
[pussy too good hes coming in seconds :(… I’m just kidding, it’s his warm up round, we all know he can last way longer than that]
[spanks you when you can’t keep his cum in like a good girl :(]
[backshots with a hand on your head so he can keep you in place, his strokes slowing down when he feels that you’re about to cum, but he doesn’t want you to cum yet]
[Izuku is an absolute whore for sloppy head, having you suck on his balls before shoving his entire length down your throat, those strings of saliva and precum connecting your lips and his cock when you pull away… the way they don’t break even as you jerk him off]
[the way his cum would mix with yours and bunch up around your hole and at the base of his cock<3… he would definitely wipe away a bit and taste it before kissing you mmm]
[angry Izuku using you like the fucktoy you are before he gently cums on you]
[the leash…. he wants to see how far you’ll arch for him]
[gif//hard dom izuku using you for his own pleasure after a rough day at work, manhandling you and pulling you back by your neck mm]
[cock so big it stretches your little hole out, even has trouble staying in sometimes :(]
[little movie night for his birthday turns into mutual masturbation <3]
PARING. dom!iwaizumi hajime x f!reader x dom!tōru oikawa.
SUMMARY. after breaking off your engagement with your fiancé, you find yourself at a beach in south america, not realizing the two men who have been on your mind since high school are at that same beach—and they haven’t been able to forget about you either.
WARNINGS. smut. unprotected sex. threesome. sexual tension. mutual pining. mentions of breaking off an engagement. mentions of past male masturbation. handjob & blowjob. oikawa breaks your gag reflex. oral (f). head pushing. fingering. creampie. overstimulation. pet names like princess, pretty girl, sweet girl, baby. dacryphilia if you squint. light choking (its me cmon we all know how i am). probably too much plot. clear author bias (sorry tōru). oikawa is a fucking tease. shit ending but what's new.
WORD COUNT. 7.3k and not at all proofread.
NOTE. NO ONE LOOK AT ME.
it's irritating. the crushing weight of the feelings you've had for the two of them for what seems like ages now, knowing damn well you'll never get the chance to call one of them yours, let alone both. in the beginning, you told yourself it was because of the bad timing because they were so caught up in volleyball and you didn't want to ruin their flow with your dumb feelings that you imagined would go away after you graduated.
unfortunately, you were wrong and the pesky feelings you had for iwaizumi and oikawa stuck around even after you left miyagi to chase your dream of having a nice, successful career.
you thought your feelings for the boys would go away if you fell in love with someone else, but after relationship after relationship, you gave up. every time your new partner would take you on a walk, you'd find yourself thinking about how iwaizumi would offer to carry you on the way back, knowing your feet probably hurt.
every time your new partner would take you on a date to a carnival, you'd find yourself thinking about how oikawa would try to win you the biggest stuffed animal from a rigged game in an attempt to impress you.
every time you thought you were happy with your new partner, you would remember that they're not iwaizumi or oikawa, and you'd realize that your new partner will never make you as happy as the boys you've loved for years do.
eventually, you knew you had to settle, find someone to love, and pretend to forget about your high school crushes; pretend to not care when they stopped texting and calling, finally giving up hope on a response from you.
ignoring them was the best way to get over them, you told yourself, they're busy with their own lives anyway, it's not like they wouldn't forget about you at some point, right?
so you settled and got engaged to a man that resembled your boys, iwaizumi especially—a replacement for the man you couldn’t have. you met at a bookstore; both reaching for the same book that was the last one in stock, which ended him you allowing him to take it and him offering to buy you coffee in return for your kindness. he was nice, attractive, and liked the same things you do. he cared a lot about you and never did anything to hurt you, so why you chose to call off the engagement six months before the wedding was a mystery.
maybe you got cold feet and realized that wasn’t what you wanted, you’re too young to be married anyway, there’s still so much you need to experience before settling down with some boring man. maybe it was the promotion you just got, and how you’re expected to travel for it, and you couldn’t do that to your fiancé; long-distance isn’t his thing. or maybe it was because you saw tōru on the television the other day—he visited your old high school to sit in with the new first years who are interested in volleyball—and seeing him brought back all the feelings you had for him and made you realize that your fiancé wasn’t the right man for you.
so you went to south america, argentina specifically, a change is what you needed after all—not that leaving your fiancé and packing up all your things wasn’t a change itself.
you told yourself you would stay in argentina for a week, two max, but you fell in love with the weather, the people, the view, everything. and when it came time to board the flight back home, you couldn’t even bring yourself to leave your hotel room.
you had saved up enough money to go without work for a while anyway, so what was the problem? if you wanted to stay in argentina for the rest of the summer, you should be able to.
today is colder than most, possibly the coldest it’s been all summer, but it’s still warmer than the summer’s back home, so instead of cowering in the hotel room with the heater on high, you’re laying out on the beach under the sun in a bikini no mother would approve of.
despite the colder temperatures, the weather couldn’t have been more perfect and your day couldn’t have been better, until, that is, the sun goes away, confusing you. it’s not nighttime yet, you thought, i just got out here, there’s no way.
you sit up, looking up at the sky to check if the sun really has gone down, but you’re faced with two people blocking out the sun as they stand over you. you almost roll your eyes under your sunglasses, you really aren’t in the mood to deal with the people trying to sell you items. with a ‘no, thank you’ on the tip of your tongue, you pull down your glasses to look at the figures, only to be faced with the two people who have never failed to take your breath away with just one glance.
“y/n? what’re you doing here? looking for me, i hope,” the brunet asks, a flirtatious tone laced in his words, you swear there’s nicotine in his voice with the way you’re addicted to hearing him speak.
you hadn’t seen him in years but he had aged like fine wine, immediately reminding you of your feelings for him within seconds of seeing his cocky smile.
“oikawa…” you pan over to the man standing next to him, “and iwaizumi…” you push yourself up to get a better look at them, grabbing the hand iwaizumi offers to help you stand.
“you would think that after knowing me for so long you would call me ‘hajime’, but i guess you’ve always been like that,” iwaizumi pulls you into a hug, eliciting a small gasp from you, not expecting him to be so physical after so long; usually that was oikawa’s job.
after a moment, iwaizumi lets go of you and you allow oikawa to pull you into a hug as well, still shocked at the sight of them but you pretend like seeing them for the first time in years isn’t that big of a deal.
“so? when did you get to argentina?” oikawa repeats his question, looking down at the hand he is holding, not ready to let you go just yet, afraid you’ll disappear off the face of the earth again like you did years ago, but also to scan for a ring, having been told a while ago by a mutual friend that you were to be married.
you let go of his hand and hide your own behind your back, hoping he didn’t notice the faint tan your engagement ring left on your finger before you left your fiancé. you smile, “i’ve been here on vacation for a little over a month, i needed a break from… work. and you? what are you two doing here?”
“tōru went pro,” iwaizumi laughs, “never would’ve thought with how shitty’a volleyball player he is, huh?”
“oh, c’mon now, iwa, don’t be mean! i’m on the argentina national team, we’re about half-way through the season now! you should come watch sometime!” oikawa suggests, getting a little too excited about volleyball, but you don’t mind, you think he’s cute when he talks about something he’s passionate about.
“yeah, i might, uh…” your words fizzle out as you look over at iwaizumi, who is openly trailing his eyes up and down your figure, making you suddenly remember just how tiny your bikini really is. you’ve never been an insecure person, but the two of them had always made you nervous. you meet his eyes and force out the rest of your sentence, “i might come watch a game one day.”
you glance over at your bag on the ground, filled with your flip flops, hotel key, sunscreen, and probably sand. you don’t want to leave, but all this talking with the men you’re in love with is exactly what you’ve been trying to avoid.
they’re just… too much… standing too close, being too nosy, too touchy, you can’t stand it—you think your face will melt with how hot it’s gotten from their presence. they always managed to fluster you all too easily.
“you hungry?” iwaizumi asks. after knowing you for so long, he could easily spot the telling signs of you thinking of ending the conversation, and just like oikawa, he wasn’t ready to lose you again.
you said no, you really weren’t hungry, and they said they weren’t either, but you settled on tacos anyway, a food all three of you like that’s cheap and easy to find in the city you’re in. the restaurant the boys take you to isn’t nice, it’s a crowded hole-in-the-wall that you must have passed by a million times, but oikawa claims it’s his favorite place so you don’t complain—not that you were going to anyway, just happy to be with them after all this time, even if their presence was overwhelming.
oikawa thanks the waiter and orders drinks for the three of you, speaking perfect spanish as he does so which shocks you, but you don’t really pay it any mind; it’s been years since you saw him last, some things had to have changed.
“vacation, huh?” iwaizumi asks, easily seeing right through you, “you’ve never been much of a vacation kind of person, always busy with whatever work you could get your hands on.”
“yeah, haha, but a little change never hurt anybody, right?” you lie through your teeth, adding a smile after your words to make it convincing— sadly, they aren’t fooled.
oikawa shoves a chip drowning in salsa into his mouth as he looks over at iwaizumi, swallowing and wiping his face before facing you again, “so, we heard you got engaged, it’s that one guy from fukurōdani, yeah? what’s that like? the almost-married life, i mean”
“o-oh, i wasn’t expecting that, um,” your eyebrows raise and you look down at the table, staring at the drink in front of you as if it was going to tell you what to say in this situation. you take a deep breath, “i’m… not engaged anymore. i, i broke it off a little over a month ago.”
iwaizumi elbows oikawa in the side, calling him an idiot under his breath, “oh, y/n, i- i’m sorry, oikawa, fucking dumbass, didn’t mean to pry or bring up any bad memories or… anything.”
no one really knew what to say. what does one even say when the loves of your life bring up your ex-fiancé?
“did he hurt you? i’ll kill him, y’know. i know a guy who could make him disapp—”
“oikawa, stop,” you chuckle, kicking his leg under the table, “i’m actually the one that broke things off, not the other way around. he never hurt me, he was always very, very good to me… if anything, i was the problem.”
“‘problem’?!” oikawa protests, his hand hitting the table and knocking his drink over, effectively spilling it all over himself, “ah, shit! now i gotta- gotta go clean up, damn it. when i get back we’re going to talk about that, don’t move,” he stands up and begins walking toward the restroom, leaving you and iwaizumi, who’s trying to hold in his laughter, alone together.
iwaizumi bites his lip and swallows his laugh, sighing as he watches his best friend leave before looking back over at you with a small smile plastered on his beautiful face.
he knows exactly what he’s doing, you tell yourself, and two can play at that game.
you put your forearms on the table and lean forward slightly, reminding the brunet that you are still in the tiny bikini that leaves almost nothing to imagination, a small, almost transparent sarong being the only thing covering you.
iwaizumi takes a deep breath, and he realizes that keeping his eyes from falling to your chest is one of the hardest things he’s ever had to do. he already made the mistake of shamelessly sizing you up back at the beach, letting himself go for a moment while you were distracted with oikawa, he blames it on the shock of seeing you, not his attraction to you, and he swears he’s not going to do it again.
he pats oikawa’s seat, “come here, come sit next to me, let me get a good look at you,” iwaizumi breathes and you listen, standing up and walking around the table to sit, chairs so close it’s like you’re sitting on top of him.
you can’t breathe when iwaizumi reaches up and gently pushes your hair out of your face, his thumb sliding over your cheek in the process, “i missed you.”
“don’t tell me the iwaizumi hajime got soft over the last couple of years,” you tease, taking in the feeling of his skin on yours.
“oh please, you know i haven’t, i’m still the same iwaizumi from high school, it’s just been a while… yet, you’ve barely changed.”
“really?”
“yeah, haven’t changed a bit: still the same girl who caught my eye when i was just a little first year,” he mumbles, leaning in, unable to resist pressing his lips against yours oh so desperately. you don’t mind though, you’re just as desperate as he is, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you. his words lighting a fire inside you, making you realize waiting all this time for him wasn’t pointless like you thought it might have been.
the hand on your cheek moves, trailing his fingers down your neck and chest before landing on your hips. you fight back a groan, you want his hand lower and you would do just about anything to feel his touch beneath your bikini, even if it was just for a moment.
“h-haji, please,” you pant against his lips, hoping he wouldn’t make you tell him the thoughts that were flying through your head—hoping he would just take you right here, right now.
“fuck. i know, trust me,” he chuckles. iwaizumi takes your mouth in his again, he’s waited years to feel this, he’s not going to rush it now.
you don’t hear the approaching footsteps, only getting snapped out of the trance iwaizumi had you in when you hear oikawa’s voice loud and clear, “what the hell.”
“oh my god, o-oikawa! it’s not, um- it’s not what it looks like!” you exclaim, pulling away from iwaizumi and standing up to create distance between yourself and the man whose lips are just as swollen and red as yours are.
“it’s not?” they question and you look at both of them, frowning when you see the almost identical smug look they have on their stupidly perfect faces.
“no. no, it’s not.”
you lied. you’ve never been a good liar, especially when it comes to them— when it comes to them, lying to them is basically impossible. so when oikawa asked you how you were feeling, knowing damn well it was difficult to form a coherent thought with the way he was kissing you as iwaizumi undressed you on your hotel room bed, you knew there was no point in lying.
“good, so good. please, i need more,” you beg, grabbing his hand that is resting on your jaw and moving it down to sit on your chest, silently telling him that it’s okay to touch you.
he grabs your face and pulls your lips back to his with his unoccupied hand. a little noise of surprise escapes your lips as he moves your bikini top aside to flick and thumb over your nipple, but he swallows it with his tongue. it’s hot, the kiss that is, and filled with all the feelings he’s been shoving aside for years, holding inside of him so he didn’t ruin the friendship—but now he knows you have always felt the same way, and he’s not holding back anymore.
for a moment, you falter, failing to kiss him back, the feeling of both him and iwaizumi touching you, kissing your body, is too much. the way oikawa kisses you is making you dizzy, mixed with the way iwaizumi runs his fingers up your thighs, slowly, sensually, preparing you for what’s to come, and you’re worried you might forget how to breathe.
you’re not used to the way they’re treating you; your ex-fiancé was always gentle, too gentle, concerned that he might harm you in some way. oikawa, on the other hand, kisses you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, lips on yours so urgently, so desperately it almost hurts.
oikawa can feel you falling apart in his grasp, your breath catching in your throat every time his fingers brush against your nipples. with every gasp he pulls from you, he feels his cock twitch in his pants; his restraint quickly leaving his body, he needs to feel more of you.
you whimper when he takes your bottom lip between his teeth, teasing you as he pulls against it lightly until your body jerks below him, pressing you into iwaizumi’s touch, a soft pressure on your clit through your bikini that he has yet to rid you of.
you try to keep it in, but a soft moan escapes your mouth at the feeling anyway, the noise you let out went straight to their dicks, setting off a chain reaction—iwaizumi groans and oikawa chuckles against your lips.
iwaizumi can’t take it anymore, he pulls away and taps on your thigh, muttering a ‘hey’ to get your attention. you pull away from oikawa and look down at the man between your legs. and when iwaizumi meets your eyes, he completely falls apart. your hair splayed out prettily beneath your head, face flushed with embarrassment from being so easily affected by the boys, and lips swollen as a result of oikawa’s neediness.
he doesn’t have to say anything for you to know what he’s asking, his fingers brushing against the fabric covering you tell you enough. “please,” you breathe, voice ragged from the noises oikawa has been eliciting from you.
his eyes don’t leave yours as he tugs your bikini bottoms down your hips slowly, holding eye contact as he undresses you so he can take in your expressions before he loses himself in your cunt. you can feel your heart beating out of your chest, air leaving your lungs leaving you breathless, and iwaizumi— neither of them have done anything yet.
oikawa lets you take a break from kissing him for a moment, allowing you to focus purely on the way iwaizumi is kissing up your leg, occasionally nipping at the skin just to hear you gasp and whine all for him. instead he caresses up and down your torso, and his touch has goosebumps rising all over your skin. he loves feeling your body twitch in his hands, looking over your face as you whimper for someone else, it doesn’t matter though, ‘cause he’s the reason your lips are wet and bruised.
you can feel iwaizumi’s thumb on your bare clit, circling it slowly. and while that touch is just the first taste of what he is going to do to you, your back still arches slightly off the bed. he bends down, laying on his stomach to give you more. his cock was already straining against his pants, but the added pressure of the mattress pushing against it made his breath catch in his throat.
and then his tongue replaces his thumb on your clit and his hands move to your thighs to hold you in place; he wants to taste you properly without your twitching body ruining it for him. every lick of his tongue against your cunt has you letting out sweet noises and they were music to both of their ears.
iwaizumi takes your moans as a hint to keep going, and he runs the tip of his tongue against you real slow, savoring every bit of you in case he never got the chance to taste you again.
you’re unable to stop your hand from rushing down to thread your fingers through his soft hair, unable to stop the moan from leaving your throat, too. you whine, “oh my god, h-hajime, fuck.”
he looks up at you to make sure you’re okay, your pleasure above his, always, and when he sees the blissful expression on your face, he knows there’s nothing to worry about and ignores the way your fingers are tugging on his hair a little too hard—focusing only on the cunt in front of him.
you feel oikawa’s hand turn your face toward him, making you look at him, more so he could look at you, flushed and breathless, and he kisses you again. he kisses you harder and faster than before, if he wasn’t so dead set on you being the first one to cum, he would’ve had his cock so deep in your throat that pretty little tears would be streaming down your face.
your lips taste like strawberries and he’s jealous of iwaizumi, wondering what your cunt tastes like as well, but he decides that can wait until next time—too addicted to your lips to stop now, you’re like a drug to him and he hates himself for not doing this sooner.
you pull away for a moment and he’s quick to protest, but you ignore him, knowing he’ll understand in a moment. you untie your bikini top, finally ridding yourself of it, the feeling of the fabric still on your skin was frustrating, suffocating.
he hums and smiles, leaning forward to attach his lips to the soft skin of your neck and it sends a shiver down your spine. little whimpers leave your throat as he kisses you, he loves the way you’re keening for him.
you hands tug at the shirt on his chest, balling into fists in an attempt to silently tell him you want it off, and you know he hears you because he chuckles like the tease he is, but he waits for you to say it aloud.
“tōru- tōru, please, i want it off,” you plead and he immediately grabs the hem, pulling it up and over his head, revealing the toned muscles of chest and abs. you’ve seen him shirtless before, but never in this way, and you don’t know what to do other than try your best to keep the moan threatening to escape you buried deep inside as to not let him know how he affects you.
oikawa leans back down and attaches his lips to your throat once again, kissing up and down your neck and chest, only flustering you more. as he does so, iwaizumi flicks his tongue more aggressively against your clit, sliding it down over your dripping hole just to keep you on edge. he grabs your thighs and lifts them up over his shoulders to get a better angle. you’re squirming and shaking, that nice, hot arousal beginning to make itself prominent in your stomach.
“oh my god, hajime,” you moan and he can’t stop himself from grinding his hips into the bed. he knows he must look pathetic, but at this point, he was too turned on to care, needing nothing but to feel you cum on his tongue like you both deserve after years of waiting.
his tongue slides down to swallow up the slick that leaks from your cunt, eating you up like you’re his first meal in a decade. you can feel him pressing inside you, daring to feel your insides—and then he does it, he pushes his tongue inside you and your hips rut up against his mouth. your entire body was on fire, the tight hold on his hair that your hands have is the only thing keeping you grounded.
“more—shit, i need—haji, please,” you dig the nails of your free hand into oikawa’s back and you feel him inhale sharply against your neck.
“oh yeah?” iwaizumi asks, words mumbled against your cunt. he pulls away, mouth dripping in your arousal, “what do you need, pretty girl?”
“any- anything, just touch me, please.”
your begging goes straight to his cock, and oikawa’s, who detaches his lips from your tits to say, “iwa, dude, if you don’t fuck her, i will.”
iwaizumi gives oikawa a look before removing one of his hands from your thighs to rest the tip of his middle finger against your entrance, feeling the way your pretty little cunt flutters against his finger before he slowly presses inside of you. your mouth falls open in a silent moan and iwaizumi places his lips back on your clit, licking and sucking on your skin like he was before.
he can feel your cunt stretch around his finger, coating him in your arousal and pulling him in, squeezing him tight and pulsing against him. he thinks he might have died and gone to heaven, this is really too good to be true.
and you’re thinking the same thing, because while he’s barely done anything, it’s better than anything you’ve felt before. his fingers are longer and thicker than your own or your ex-fiancé’s, reaching deeper than you thought possible with just one finger, and the feeling has you jerking around beneath him.
iwaizumi is only feeding the fire inside you as he begins curling his finger inside of you, simultaneously sliding it in and out of you.
with one specific thrust of his finger, he finds the spot that makes your legs shake, and he rubs the pad of his finger right against it.
your breath is stolen from you as he does so, “f-fuck! hajime! don’t stop, i’m so close, please!” and so he kept doing it, over and over again until you were seeing fucking stars. you can barely keep your eyes open to look down at iwaizumi as you cum all over him, writhing in oikawa’s grasp as he toys with your nipples to ease you through your orgasm.
you open your eyes right as iwaizumi pulls his hand away from you to lick his finger clean, gently rubbing his other hand up and down your thigh to calm you down. you watch as iwaizumi presses a kiss to your lower stomach, lips soft and wet against your skin, and he makes eye contact with you, looking at you with a mixture of love and lust.
“god, okay, i can’t wait anymore,” oikawa utters, grabbing your face in both hands and pulling you into a rough kiss before sitting up and hurriedly tugging his pants down. iwaizumi continues massaging your twitching thighs, giving you a break and letting you focus on his best friend for a moment before he goes back to prepping your pretty little cunt for his cock.
oikawa’s head is filled with nothing but the thought of your swollen lips around him, thinking back to the times back in high school where he would find himself hopelessly jerking himself off to the idea of you, even going as far as quietly moaning your name in the dead of night, unable to control himself.
his name is on the tip of your tongue, ready to beg him to let you see his dick, the one you’ve imagined a dozen times. and when he finally does rid himself of his pants, you’re not disappointed in the slightest as it’s even better than you imagined. you think your mouth might even be watering at the sight of his cock. it’s pretty, from the way it twitches when your breath hits it to the pink tip you’re dying to wrap your lips around. you can almost feel your throat hurting already at the length of him, but you know it will feel good either way.
you reach your hand up before he can protest, wanting to have some control over the situation, even if it was just a little. your fingers curl around his cock that’s dripping in arousal and he moans, hot precum dripping down your skin. you can’t tell if it feels like it’s been forever since the three of you stumbled into your hotel room or if it feels like only a couple of minutes, but what you do know is that you don’t want this to end just yet, don’t want him to cum just yet—you want to savor the moments you have with him exposed to you like this while you can.
you slowly begin to pump your hand around the length of him, feeling iwaizumi press his touch up against your clit once again. you look down at him for a second before immediately focusing your attention back on the man in front of you who’s got his jaw slacked and eyelids heavy, watching as your hand works him in ways that draw breathy moans from his throat.
he’s blushing, his entire body red at the realization that every dream he’s ever had of you is finally coming true.
“fuck me,” oikawa whines when your thumb slides over the tip of his cock, and your insides tighten at the sight of him twitching in front of you. his voice travels straight south, you’re pulsing with need and you think iwaizumi can feel the fluttering of your cunt.
oikawa’s hand moves to rest gently on your jaw and you take that as a sign to open your mouth, sticking out your tongue as you bring his cock closer to you. you prop yourself up on your elbows, using the new angle to place your other hand on his thigh, right near his sensitive balls that were itching to get the same attention from you that his cock is.
you watch his expression shift as you drag the head of his cock over your lips, spreading the precum over your tongue, resting on your tastebuds. your lips are so perfect, he just wants to stretch them wide with his girth, he wants more, and he wants more now.
he tilts his hips forward, just the slightest bit, not wanting to overwhelm you, but silently tell you what he wants instead. your tongue comes out a bit more, mouth opening, sweet eyes looking up at him as permission to do whatever he wants. he exhales, “shit.”
oikawa pushes forward more and keeps going until he feels the resistance of the entrance of your throat, pulling back when he feels it in an attempt to keep you from choking. he lets his cock rest on your lips, speaking softly to you, “you alright?” you nod eagerly, wanting nothing more than for him to fill the sad emptiness of your throat. oikawa clicks his tongue, “need to hear you say it.”
“tōru, yes, please. i-i need you, please.”
he curses under his breath and taps his finger against your jaw, telling you to open your mouth as he pushes his cock inside again. his pace is slow, too slow for both of your liking, but he waits to speed up as he’s afraid he’ll cum far too fast if he does.
your lips stretch around his cock, body jerking whenever he brushes up against your gag reflex. he’s too much for you to handle, mouth and throat completely full of him and you still want more. before he finally picks up his pace, he pushes his cock all the way into your mouth, allowing himself to take in the warm, wet feeling as you deep throat him.
as he does so, iwaizumi surprises you by inserting two of his fingers into your cunt, ripping a moan from your throat, sending vibrations up oikawa’s spine. oikawa gasps, “god! fuck, iwaizumi, don’t do that,” and the other man snickers and begins to finger you, making your task of sucking oikawa off even more difficult than it already is.
oikawa pulls out and pushes back in, a fast pace set now as he continues shoving his pretty cock into your mouth. the new speed had soft groans leaving his throat every time he filled you. it only took a couple of bobs of your head for him to tighten his once gentle grasp on your jaw, using it to guide you and also to level himself, thinking he might have to stop for a minute to regain his composure with how fast he was falling apart.
iwaizumi’s fingers hit that spot inside you a few times before he removes them from your cunt almost as quickly as he had put them there, but you’re not disappointed as you know he’ll give you something even better. he taps your thigh, desperation in his voice, “get up, flip over. c’mon, pretty girl.”
iwaizumi takes off his pants as you flip over, positioning yourself on your hands and knees. oikawa moves to sit in front of you, wanting to get back to what he was doing as soon as humanly possible. when you hear iwaizumi’s pants hit the floor you look back, eyes searching for the cock you’ve been drooling over, dreaming of for years, and you have to hold back a moan at the sight of him fully undressed for you.
his cock is thick, and there’s so much girth, too much actually. he’s long, too, and you know he’ll leave you in tears, begging for more. his cock is very different from oikawa’s and for a moment you’re almost glad you’re sucking oikawa’s dick and not iwaizumi’s, believing he would have easily ruined your throat if the boys had switched positions.
“oh my god,” you breathe, making eye contact with him again, your glossy eyes tell him exactly what you want, but hearing you say, “please, fuck me, hajime” is what really takes the cake.
you’re so needy it’s pathetic, you’re basically begging him to shove his cock inside you until you can barely speak. the anticipation, while short lasted, is brutal—you can feel his cock sitting against your cunt, just waiting to be fucked inside, and it’s torture watching him take his time.
“hajime, please!” you sob, pushing back in an attempt to fuck yourself on his cock, but thankfully he gave in and quickly thrust inside you, making your mouth drop open, allowing oikawa to fill your throat with his pretty cock once again.
iwaizumi gave you a moment to adjust to the size of him, taking the time to regain his composure, the pulsing of your cunt squeezes his cock, already trying to milk him of what he didn’t want to give you just yet. his hands rest on your hips, waiting for you to give him a sign to continue, knowing you can’t speak with the way oikawa is relentlessly shoving his length down your throat.
one of your hands reach behind you in search of his hips, trying to grab ahold of his body to urge him, beg him to fuck you, to slide deeper—to make you feel good, you didn’t care how he did it.
he pushes inside a bit more, now pressed right up against the spot that had you moaning for more, cunt tightening around him, unaware that the squeezing of your cunt was making iwaizumi lose his mind. he grips your hips harder, the feeling of you wrapped around him like this was unbearable.
you take oikawa’s cock from your mouth, turning to look at iwaizumi, mumbling something along the lines of “more, give me more. please, i need you” and the brunet behind you wasn’t going to deny you, especially not with the way you’re looking at him.
his stomach clenches and tightens every time he draws his hips out, leaving just his tip inside before thrusting back in, reaching deeper than you thought he could and effectively stealing a choked up sob from your throat. you wish you could tell him how good he feels, wish you could ask for more, wish you could tell him how he’s too much for you, but you also can’t stop yourself from continuously running your tongue over the cock that feels so good in your throat.
oikawa doesn’t mean to get lost in the moment, but it’s not his fault, if anything, it’s your fault: sucking his dick like this, making him feel this good… it should be illegal. it’s your fault he’s teetering on the edge like this, unable to comprehend anything other than the way your swollen lips wrap so perfectly around the tip of his cock before you shove it deep inside your throat, staying there for a minute and allowing your tongue to do all the work, aided by the vibrations of the noises iwaizumi is pulling from you.
he puts his hands on the back of your head, liking the way you hummed at his actions, giving him the go ahead to use you however he pleases. he matches his thrusts to iwaizumi’s, making it so you were deep throating him at the same time iwaizumi’s cock was threatening to bump against your cervix.
“fuck, princess, that’s it,” oikawa praises, watching the way your lips stretch with the thickness of his cock, occasionally giving a harder thrust to slip even further down your throat, purposefully gagging you on his cock.
your cunt tightens at the pet name and iwaizumi groans, “shit- she likes when you call ‘er that.”
“yeah, i bet she’d like any name i call her, wouldn’t you, princess?” oikawa teases, every word he mutters shoots straight down to your cunt, sending another wave of arousal through your body. your eyes roll back into your head and every vibrating moan that came from your throat had oikawa’s hips bucking against your jaw that much harder.
you’re being fucked like an absolute whore, being used like a sex doll between the two of them. but they know you love it, you wouldn’t be crying on their cocks unable to hold back your moans if you didn’t—and it only threw them deeper into desperation.
you can tell oikawa is close, it’s obvious. he doesn’t want to cum yet, but he just can’t help it. the hand on the back of your head tightens its grip on your hair and he holds you down, pushing you further and further down his cock until he feels your nose press against his pelvis. oikawa keeps you there as he cums, orgasm so overwhelming that he struggles to breathe– just like you are as your throat clamps down around him, attempting to remove him from your mouth. the feeling of you choking and gagging on his cock is enough to send him over the edge, using you for his own pleasure as he cums down your throat, only pulling out of you warm and welcoming mouth when he’s shooting blanks, allowing you to finally breathe as he sits down on the bed.
you want to be mad at him, want to scold him for not warning you about what he was going to do, but you just can’t be mad at him, not when he’s as beautiful as he is; cheeks flushed and lips parted, eyes closed as he tries to calm down. even if he didn’t look the way he does, you still wouldn’t be able to be mad at him, not with the way iwaizumi is fucking you so good you can’t form a single coherent thought.
with your mouth now free from oikawa, you find yourself rambling nonsense, babbling on about how good iwaizumi is making you feel, crying for more as he makes you feel better than you’ve ever felt before. he pushes against your waist to force you down, face shoved into the sheets as he finds a different angle, one that’s even better, even deeper than the one before.
the feeling pulls a sob out of you, your hand flying down to your stomach, fully believing you’ll be able to feel his cock through your skin with the position he’s got you in. your other hand searches for something to grab onto, something to squeeze when your legs start shaking again, you find oikawa’s hand and dig your nails into it.
however, the position doesn’t last long as iwaizumi is quickly pulling you up and holding you by the neck against his chest. he turns your head to face him so he can take your lips in his, and you mentally agree with him that it’s been far too long since he felt your lips on his.
“fuck, baby. you’re close, right? you’re gonna—oh my god—cum for me, yeah?” iwaizumi asks, voice whiny and strained like he’s ready to cum at any given moment. you cry out at his words, telling him exactly what he wants to hear all while still begging for him to fuck you harder, begging for him to make you cum, begging for him to cum for you.
his hips ruthlessly snap against yours, only faltering every once in a while. every one of his thrusts push the tip of his cock against your cervix, but his thrusts are quick enough that he’s pulling out before you can register the pain as anything other than pleasure.
you pull away from iwaizumi’s lips to gasp when you feel another pair of lips on your body and fingers rubbing circles on your clit. you whine, “tōru, i can’t! too- too much!” and if you weren’t almost limp in their hold, you would’ve pushed oikawa’s hand off you; his movements causing your high to come faster and more intense than you would’ve liked. you’re struggling to take what iwaizumi is giving you and now you’re being given even more— you can’t handle it.
your pussy clenches around iwaizumi’s cock, drawing him closer to his own release, your high pitched whines only aiding his fast approaching orgasm. you feel his grip on your waist and neck tighten as his hips begin to struggle to push into you in the same rhythm as before.
“please. haji, cum, please,” and he does, thrusting as deep as he can possibly go and you can feel him in your throat when he cums, and you swear you’ll lose your mind with the way he’s invading all of your senses like this.
your vision goes white, everything around you blurring as the feeling of him cumming inside you sets off your own orgasm. you can barely hear the praises oikawa is throwing your way as you pulse around the cock inside of you. “such a good girl taking us like that. c’mon, princess, come back to me,” oikawa whispers and your head falls onto his shoulder, body still tense from cumming, aftershocks running through your body.
iwaizumi slowly, gently pulls out of you and you frown at the emptiness, but you allow it to happen anyway. you try to calm yourself as oikawa places you on the bed next to him, wrapping you in his arms, letting you relax against him.
you hear iwaizumi groan quietly, still kneeling on the bed by your cunt, trying to steady his breathing as he watches the mixture of his and your own cum seep out of you, so stick and damn near opaque and he has to hold himself back from bringing his fingers down to shove it back inside you. instead he moves to lay on the other side of you, rubbing his hand over your waist to help bring you down from your high.
after a little while of laying in between them, just listening to their heavy breathing as you teeter on the edge of falling asleep, you speak up, “can you guys, um, help me clean up?”
oikawa snickers and iwaizumi raises his eyebrows at your question, “who said we were done?”
“i still haven’t gotten my turn, pretty girl,” oikawa pauses and presses a kiss to your forehead, “i don’t want to break you though, so catch your breath… and then we’re going again, okay?”
you don’t respond, instead you exhale heavily and stare at the ceiling, mentally preparing yourself for what’s to come as you feel their hands on your body again, suddenly extremely thankful you came to argentina.
punishment with iwaizumi hajime. did you really think he’ll let it slide just like that after you threw tantrums? you are definitely wrong. he’ll wreck your orgasm for hours. he’ll watch you try to get off on your own while whimpering to ask for his help. iwaizumi will only laugh at your pitiful pleas. and the firm slap he gives to put you back in your place.
he is the best pussy eater out of all the guys; knows how to angle his fingers and flick his tongue ‘til you're squirting ‘nd creaming all over it.
hajime who gets so cunt drunk whenever he's in between your thighs because of how dizzy he gets just from how good you smell and how sweet you taste on his tongue that he can't help, but spread your puffy pussy lips to place a loving kiss to your clit.
prettiest cunt he's ever seen.
it's his favorite thing to say because it gets you embarrassingly wet at an embarrassingly fast pace. no matter how many times you try to snap your legs shut, his big arms will always be there to keep them spread so that he can watch his favorite pussy clench and drool for him.
he's a nuzzler—nuzzles his face into your fat pussy and laps like a dog in heat because you're so fucking yummy he just can't understand how a pussy can be so sweet.
he only ever pulls away when he needs to breathe.
he'll die by that pussy.
groans and heaves in deep breaths whenever he's out from between your thighs as you try to sneak in lungfuls of air before your legs shake as you feel him throw them over his big shoulders before he's diving back in to flatten his tongue over the entirety of your slit in one heavy, wet lick.
when he finally pulls away because the strain in his sweats are getting too much, he'll still savor you; taps his leaky pre coated tip on your engorged clit just to hear you hiccup and whine.
your pussy's slippery. slippery from his saliva and the cum he's managed to coax out of you.
you take in his breathy chuckles as you try to push at his hip whenever he rubs the mushroom tip of his cock against your pearl before he's pulling back to line himself up with your eager hole.
the push in is what gets to him.
you're perfect.
the warmth that travels from his shaft to the arch in his back as he holds his hips against your soft skin just so he can savor the feeling of being inside you.
it's not until he's forcing his eyes open, unbeknownst to then falling shut in pleasure and looks down to take you in. the way you're looking up at him through heavy eyes that nearly have a heart in each pupil.
the cock in his head is natural, more so to watch you deeper.
thinking about our boys with stretch marks. bokuto and ushijima with bicep/armpit stretch marks. tsukki and tendou with faint silver stretch marks on their hips. atsumu and kageyama with stretch marks on their calves and lower back. imagine the way their breath hitches when you kiss them there so gently, taking a quiet moment to appreciate their body, to thank it. imagine the cute flush on their cheeks when you lovingly trail your fingers over a part of them that they’re insecure about, a part that they’ve always seen as a flaw. they start to understand how you feel when they appreciate your body, and they like it.
—synopsis; having one of the best professional piercers around, sakusa kiyoomi, as your best friend definitely has its perks.
— content warnings; 18+, MDNI. f!reader, kiyoomi is very sweet, breast + nipple play -> brief titty worship, some possessiveness here and there, obvious mentions of piercings + needles, panty stealing, oral (f!receiving), glove kink, finger fucking, finger sucking, spit + drool, mentions of gagging, praise.
“How are you feeling, pretty baby?”
Kiyoomi cups one of your soft breasts in a gloved palm, giving the mound a gentle squeeze before his thumb rubs over your nipple. He hums when your body instinctively arches into him.
You puff out a breath and meet his eyes. It takes everything in you to dumbly nod your head so he knows you heard him, trying not to keen directly in his face due to all of his attention.
“I feel good! I wanna do this, I promise, Kiyoomi.” You blubber, staring at him. All of him. His delicate but handsome features, the silky curls perfectly styled on top of his head and falling into his face, the tattoos decorating the surface of his visibly strong arms.
Although you consider him a good friend, you’re still intimidated by his general aura, no matter how much you get to know him. Or ogle and squirm over him. One question hangs around in the back of your mind, is he always this touchy with his clients?
One hand fondles your chest, the other squishes the supple flesh of your thigh in an attempt to quell any fear simmering within you.
But you’re not just any other client, no. You’re the sweetest girl he knows. Kiyoomi has had this planned out ever since you drunkenly confessed that you want to get your nipples pierced, knowing damn well what his profession is.
A date was set, and he marked it down in his bookings planner with hearts surrounding your name. He even closed the shop just for you, deciding that he should be the only that gets to see you sitting pretty on a piercing table.
“Yeah?” It comes out as a purr. He trails his gaze back down to your exposed chest, your own follows the motion of his tongue slowly sweeping over his bottom lip. He leans in a little, warm breath ghosts over your skin just enough to make goosebumps travel along the expanse of your chest.
At this point, he’s mumbling and crooning to himself, “Gorgeous girl, what if I just…”
