★ iwaizumi hajime is always so horny when he gets home late.
you’re on the couch when he gets home, legs tucked under one of his old johsai hoodies, the apartment dark except for the glow from your phone. the door opens and hajime steps in like he owns the silence.
“you waited,” he says, voice low, rough from a full day of barking orders at pros who think they’re invincible. he crosses the room, grabs your wrists, pulls you up so your body slams into his. hard chest, hard grip. “told you not to.”
“couldn’t sleep.” your voice is small, but your hands are already sliding under his shirt, feeling the sweat-cooled skin, the muscles that still remember every spike he took in high school and every rep he pushes now.
he doesn’t answer with words. he just kisses you deep, tongue pushing in like he’s starving. his big hands fist in your hair, tilt your head back so he can bite your neck. “been thinking about my pretty pussy all fucking day,” he mutters against your skin.
your stomach flips. he walks you backward, never breaking contact, until your spine hits the wall by the full-length mirror. he spins you fast, chest to your back, his reflection towering behind yours.
“so wet already,” he whispers, one finger slipping inside, then another, curling just right. “feel that? how you open up for me?” he moves them slow and steady, thumb brushing your clit in lazy circles that make your knees weak. “i love this. love how your body knows it’s me.”
you watch in the mirror, his forearm flexing, your chest rising and falling fast, the way your lips part on soft moans. he pulls his fingers free, slick and shining, brings them to your mouth. you taste yourself on his skin, salty-sweet, and his eyes darken further. “see how good you taste? how much you want this?”
his pants drop, cock thick and heavy against you. he rubs the head through your folds, teasing your sensitive area, coating himself in you. “spread a little more, baby,” he breathes, voice husky. “let me see.”
you do, thighs parting wider. he pushes in slow… one long, smooth glide that stretches you perfectly, filling you until you’re gasping. “shit,” he hisses against your ear. “so tight. so warm. like your pussy’s made for me to fuck.”
he starts moving, rolling thrusts that make your reflection blur a little with each one. his hand stays between your legs, fingers circling your clit in time with his hips. “look at us,” he murmurs, eyes locked on yours in the glass. “look how you take me. how your pussy grips me like it never wants to let go.”
the rhythm builds harder but still controlled, skin meeting skin in a steady, wet sound. your tits bounce softly, his abs tightening with every thrust. “you feel so good,” he groans, voice breaking a little. “so fucking perfect around my cock. cum for me, baby. let me feel you cum.”
the pressure coils tight until you shatter around him, walls fluttering, crying out soft and broken. he follows right after, grinding thrusts as he fucks his hot cum inside you, so warm and thick, hips pressing flush like he wants to stay buried.
he stays there, arms wrapping around you from behind, chest heaving against your back. lips brush your shoulder, soft now. “love you,” he whispers, “so much.”
in the mirror, you’re both a mess, sweaty, tangled, and satisfied. he needed this tonight, needed to lose himself in you after the grind of the day. he could be rough here, he could be filthy, and real. because you took it all and gave it right back.
you wake to the smell of coffee and something sweet... cinnamon, maybe. kuroo's already dressed, tie slightly crooked, hair its usual disaster, leaning against the counter scrolling through his phone while your breakfast cools on the plate. "made you french toast," he says without looking up, like it's nothing, like he didn't set his alarm early just so you wouldn't grab some sad granola bar on your way out.
it's been like this since high school. since you were seventeen and he'd slide his lunch across the table because you forgot yours again, since he'd walk the long way just to make sure you got home okay. back then his affection was wrapped up in dumb jokes and volleyball stuff you pretended to understand. now it's in the way he kisses your forehead before heading to work, the way he texts you random reminders throughout the day like "drink water" and "love you btw."
you're not even surprised when he shows up outside your office at four-thirty, leaning against his car with that annoying smirk that still gets you. "left early," he says when you raise your eyebrows, catching your hand and pulling you close right there on the sidewalk. he's never cared who's watching. in high school he'd throw his arm around you between classes, kiss your cheek at lunch, let everyone know you were his while you wear his red varsity jacket. now he holds your hand at the store, kisses you while waiting for the light to change, keeps his hand on your knee at dinners with friends.
"you didn't have to leave early," you say, but he's already opening your door, already tucking hair behind your ear.
"wanted to," he says, and that's kuroo. that's always been kuroo—showing up for you, every single time.
the windows were fogged up when atsumu dragged you into his lap in the backseat. his hands grab your hips hard, yanking you down so his cock presses right against your pussy through his jeans. he kisses you rough, tongue shoving in, teeth biting your lip, groaning into your mouth like he’s starving.
“been hard for this cunt all goddamn day,” he mutters, voice wrecked. “gonna fuck you stupid, darlin’.”
his palms shove under your shirt, grabbing your tits, thumbs rubbing your nipples until they’re hard. you grind down on his bulge and he groans loud, hips bucking up, already leaking through the denim.
“so fuckin’ wet for it already,” he says, but his voice cracks. his hands grope everywhere... ass, thighs, tits, squeezing like he can’t stop.
you rip his belt open, shove his jeans down. his cock springs out thick, red, dripping precum down the shaft. you wrap your hand around it and he throws his head back, moaning like a slut, hips jerking into your fist.
“fuck...” he gasps, cock throbbing hard in your grip.
you tug your panties aside, line him up against your throbbing cunt, and sink down fast.
here's the fucking catch. the moment tip of his cock pops in, he’s done.
atsumu never told you he was a virgin. he never felt anything close to this tight wet heat, and the second that first inch squeezes around him his whole body seizes like he got electrocuted.
his whole body jerks violently, cock pulsing wildly as he cums hard inside you. hot, thick ropes shooting deep in frantic spurts, hips slamming up while he cries out broken curses. you feel every desperate twitch, every heavy spurt flooding inside your cunt, feel him shaking like he’s coming apart, filling you up so fast it leaks out around his base almost immediately.
“fuck! shit... no—” his voice cracks, face buried in your neck. “sorry, fuck, i’m sorry—never done this before, didn’t know it’d... shit—”
he’s still twitching, cock softening but not pulling out, his virgin cum dripping down your thighs. his arms lock around you tight, like he’s scared you’ll leave now that he’s embarrassed himself.
“‘tsumu...”
“don’t,” he mumbles, voice small and wrecked. “that was fuckin’ pathetic. first time and i couldn’t even last a second—”
you grab his face, make him look. his cheeks are burning red, eyes wet, usual cockiness completely shattered because he’s never felt this before.
“it’s hot,” you say.
he blinks. “bullshit.”
you roll your hips once. his oversensitive virgin cock jerks inside you, already hardening again despite the mess he made.
“see?” you whisper.
“yeah?” he rasps.
“yeah.”
he flips you onto your back on the seat, spreads your legs wide, and shoves back in, his cum and your slick making it filthy and easy. he starts fucking you hard and fast, no holding back now that the edge is gone.
“gonna make you cum this time,” he growls. “gonna fill this pussy again... fuck, gonna breed it till you’re dripping me all night,”
you clench around him and he moans loud, pace turning sloppy, desperate, chasing his second load while he watches your face like he’s addicted to it.
“cum for me, darlin’, cum on my cock while i stuff you full again...”
