sure, iwaizumi had brought girls home a few times. sure, they might have spent the night. he always had the same old routine when it came down to hooking up with them. usually, both parties would be satisfied and it would be left with that. but for you, he lost count of the amount of times you came over. although, there was no time to think about that shit.
not while his hands were gripping your hips as you settled yourself down on his lap. his fingers trailed back to your ass, squeezing the soft flesh tightly. you were lost in your own pleasure, eagerly taking in all of his cock. the size stung, he was probably the biggest you've had, but the way he suckled on your breasts took your mind off of the pain. it never mattered how many times he's fucked you. you were still as tight as ever.
he looked down, watching as your pussy swallowed his cock over and over again while you bounced slowly. the image was so lewd, but it only made him harder. it only made him squeeze your ass tighter. it only made him pull your body closer to his. your whimpers only encouraged him to thrust upwards and meet the pace of your hips.
"haji, please-"
"shh, i know baby."
and a warm hand met your throat, squeezing the sides gently. your eyes rolled to the back of your head while iwaizumi flipped you over, your back meeting his mattress harshly as he took in the scent of your strawberry shampoo. you were intoxicating and all he wanted to do was fuck you stupid until you cried.
that wouldn't be a hard task, considering tears were slipping down your cheeks and you were already whining, biting down his shoulder. and he can already feel you milking his cock. he can already feel your velvety walls clamping down on him, your pussy already creaming on his dick, and he feels like he's not going to last any longer. his grip on your throat slightly tightens and you feel lightheaded while his thrusts become erratic. your breasts bounce with every time he fucks into your sopping cunt and the very image of you under him is enough to send him over the edge.
iwaizumi fills you the brim with his cum, the first time he does that to anyone, and he falls in love the feeling.
his cock stays in you for a little while longer, his lips trailing kisses up your body until he meets your swollen lips with a sweet kiss. pulling out, a mix of liquids leak from your hole, but iwaizumi's already cleaning it up, gently using a rag to wipe the mess.
"when are we hanging out again, haji?"
"so that's what we're gonna call it." he smirks.
you let out a chuckle, throwing the nearest pillow at his head, and he smiles. a warm feeling fills his stomach at the sight of you in his bed. and when you leave small kisses on his shoulder, his heartbeat quickens.
now that you two laid in the bed, he had time to think about it. why were you two still fucking anyways?
kita’s never been a man to be dependent on you. he wasn’t a man to beg for your affection, though he would accept it. he wasn’t a man that constantly begged for your attention, though he knew he had it.
kita was kita. he was self sufficient, he was blunt, he was calm and collected. he was stable.
and though those seemed like qualities for a relationship that lacked the passion that every teenager craved, it only made his moments of warmth even more special to you.
the lack of pda means nothing. the lack of hardcore simping means nothing.
because at the end of the day, it’s raining. it’s cold and he insists that you stay at his house because he would hate for you to walk in this weather. and whenever shinsuke asks you to stay, you stay. he doesn’t have to beg, he doesn’t have to offer anything in exchange.
yes, at times, it seems like he doesn’t need you. it seems as if there would be no effect on him if you ever left.
but his head is on your chest and he’s sleeping soundly, little snores escaping his mouth and he unconsciously pulls you closer. you’re warm and he wants to absorb it all. you watch the raindrops race down the window of his bedroom while your boyfriend stirs in his sleep.
an hour passes by and his droopy eyes slowly open, trying to adjust to the lighting of the room. the first thing he sees is your sleeping face and a soft smile makes it way to his face. he leaves butterfly kisses on your chest leading up to your neck until he hears a small moan escape your lips.
“open your eyes, baby.”
“not now shin, i’m fucking exhausted.”
shin pouts when you refuse, but he’s determined. and so his mouth finds its way onto the soft spot of your neck and he sucks hard until your eyes open and roll to the back of your head. then you realize why you were here in the first place.
“shin!” you push him off your body, eyes widening at the realization, “our math homework!”
“we finished it earlier, remember? it started raining so you stayed.” you let out a sigh of relief.
“it’s not raining anymore, though.” you reply, staring at the window longingly, “i have to go home now.”
“no.” he pulls you back down onto his bed, “stay.”
the empty road was quiet, dark, and almost calming. it was only the faded smell of pinewood, the feeling of his hand resting on your bare thigh, and the soft music on the radio.
"you hungry?"
"no."
mattsun can feel your burning gaze, he wasn't stupid. he noticed the way your thighs moved closer together, the way you avoided eye contact with him, the way you played with your fingers. and he did not mind it one bit. the road was empty anyways.
so when you kiss his cheek and he pulls over, neither of you are surprised when you both make your way to the backseat of his car. neither of you are surprised when his tongue swipes your bottom lip and makes its way into your mouth.
everything was heated, the only sounds being your breathing and moans of relief. he pins you down, keeping you on the bottom. the position is uncomfortable, but he’s throbbing, his jeans feel a little too tight and when he grinds down on your clothed core, you can feel his hard member. it doesn’t matter if you’re uncomfortable, not when you’re this horny.
his jeans and his underwear were already pulled down while your panties were already discarded somewhere in the car. a finger slips into your slit and you let out a small moan as it curls at just the right spot. his hands are big and it’s no surprise that one digit already feels this good. another finger is added and his pace is ruthless, he’s rough and all he wants to do is hear you pretty little whimpers. the sloshing sound of your pussy and the way your walls tighten around his fingers only motivates him, but he halts his movements.
his digits are replaced with his fat cock and you’ve never felt so full. you’ve barely seen it clearly, but you can feel the prominent vein on the side, you can feel the girth stretching you out. you can feel him pound relentlessly, hitting your cervix and it almost hurts. almost.
rather, his size adds onto the fun. his hands keep a harsh grip on your tits, your legs wrap onto his waist as a silent beg to get closer, thrust faster, pound harder. your hands are buried into his curly hair and mattsun loves the feeling.
“f-fuck, issei! cum inside me, please!”
and he’s glad you said that, because with the way you’ve been milking his cock, he didn’t think he was going to last longer anyways. when your legs pull him closer, he can feel you creaming as you chant out his name. your high reaches you and all you can see are stars. all you can feel is him when he paints your walls white.
he collapses on top of you and doesn’t slip out. the warmth around him is comforting and you don’t complain, especially since he fills you up so well. the windows are fogged and you grin at the sight.
“i know i fucked you for some weed, but i was not expecting your stroke game to be that good.”
“thanks.”
mattsun laughs and leaves a trail of kisses from your breasts up to your lips.
warnings: angst, some insecurity, smut, characters may or may not be sober
fuck me good, fuck me long, fuck me numb
falling in love with atsumu was easy.
he was beautiful, charming, and childish. he sparked something in you that you couldn’t explain except the fact that he would leave you feeling warm and easy. heated cheeks, the imagination of heated kisses. it was so easy.
it was so easy, but somehow it feels like its your fault for falling into this trap.
he always had pretty girls surrounding him. it’s only a matter of time before he falls in love with one. and even though he’s your best friend, you feel like you’re left in the dust. even if he still texts you, even if he still brings you small trinkets, even if he still invites you to watch him practice, it’s still so fucking lonely.
you wish you were pretty.
you wish you had her femininity, her charm that matched up with his. you wish you had her smooth, long hair. her unmistakably long legs, everything. and it hurts. it hurts the more you think about it because it feels like years of support wasn’t enough for him to feel the same way.
whatever.
your mind is hazy when osamu sloppily kisses down your neck. your shirt is already gone and you honestly don’t even remember when it came off, but he’s swirling his tongue on your sensitive bud and your back arches.
his cock is thick, stretching you out, molding you until you can fit him and your tiny cunny is sensitive. you can feel every vein, every ridge, everything. tears slip down your eye and you can’t tell if it’s from the stretch of his cock or the slight guilt that’s currently fading with every movement of his hips.
either way, you confided in him and he’s making you feel so fucking good.
“always wanted to fuck this pussy.”
he groans and rambles while your nails dig into his back, silently urging him to go harder, faster. you feel another sloppy kiss on your lips as he slams back into you, an embarrassingly loud squelching sound filling the room. little mumbles spill from your lips and you feel like you’re floating.
“p-please,”
“please what?”
his pace quickens, the tip of his cock tickling your cervix over and over again as his hips snap up against yours. you could only moan, wrapping your legs around his waist desperately trying to pull him closer. at this point, he doesn’t much space to move, but he somehow works with it until you’re begging for him to cum inside you.
“guess, i fucked you numb. you don’t have to think about tsumu anymore, huh?”
you can feel your little pussy creaming around him and when his hand plays with your little clit, you clamp down hard on his cock and he wonders how you can get even tighter. he hits that spot in you again and again and you see stars as white hot pleasure invades your senses.
samu’s not done.
he fucks you good, fucks you long, fucks you numb.
your fingers trailed over his bare chest until they settled on a spot on the side of his neck. he stared up the ceiling, his fingers rubbing circles on your hip until your breathing stilled and he finally got the courage to look you in the eye.
"so that was interesting," you spoke up against the awkward silence, "is everything okay with you?"
he sighed deeply while analyzing each and every detail of your face. it's been a long time. it's been a long time since all of these feelings crossed his heart. it's been a long time since he was able to feel uneasy when looking at someone like this. it's been a long time for tobio.
"why are you with me?"
your eyebrows furrowed as you sat up on the bed, your blanket covering your chest, hair still ruffled from your activities just a few minutes earlier. you always thought the reason was obvious. while he did have a cold exterior, a low temper, and was often blunt, you did love him. he was also passionate, driven, always willing to put his all into the things he truly thought were important.
and one of those things was you.
you knew it from the way he moved around his busy schedule to spend time with you. you knew it when he attempted to cook you breakfast (which was not good but you can tell he tried). you knew it from the way he would give you small kisses on your forehead while you were half asleep on his bed. you knew it from the way he would drop everything to come over when you cried. you knew.
what a ridiculous question.
"because i love you."
an expression of confusion was plastered on his face. his eyebrows were pulled together, mouth slightly open, eyes squinting. he truly was speechless.
and you couldn't blame him. it was the first time. besides, you knew he loved you back. what was there to lose?
"i'm sorry."
oh.
both of you sat in awkward silence. this time, three feet apart on the bed. it was nighttime and you didn't want to walk home late, but you also didn't want to stay, but you also didn't want to have tobio walk you home.
"i'm gonna go home, tobio. i'll just put on my clothes."
"are you sure you don't want me to walk you?"
"no, it's okay."
"(y/n), you live ten minutes away, a lot can happen and it's really no trouble-"
"i said it's okay."
slightly shocked from your sudden outburst, he sat on the bed silently, his heart beating fast. it's not like he didn't want to say it back. it's not like he didn't feel those butterflies when he saw you at a game, too. it's not like he didn't wish you would stay longer. it's not like he didn't want to hold you. it's not like he wasn't in love with you. but that was the problem.
he was in love with you.
and he would never forgive himself. not when you two were heading two opposite directions in your lives. not when he was already committed to everything else that wasn't you. he thinks he knows what's going to happen. because it's already happened.
he still walks you to your apartment anyways and as you reach the door, you lean in close to his ear.
your first kiss, your first love, your first fuck. your first love.
it's pretty odd that he's standing in front of you with dried tears on his red cheeks and clenched fists and a slouched back and an inability to look you in the eye. it's odd. it hurts. a year and a few months of your formative years, you know the time would come when you had to go separate directions.
"i'm sorry, (y/n)."
"it's alright."
the lump in your throat paired with the dropping feeling in your chest was ignored as you held onto him for the last time. nearly everything was temporary and sometimes it included a high school relationship. it's not like tobio wanted to let go, but you both knew that it was going to happen at some point.
maybe you would cross paths with him again one day. maybe you two would have stayed together in another life. maybe it was meant to end just like this.
walking in, bokuto forget the whole reason he was here. his mind was already hazy. he didn't particularly like strip clubs much. despite his love for parties and attention, there was something about the atmosphere that irked him. he could never find a way to enjoy such a place the same way kuroo did. but there was one thing.
and he sees you dancing on the pole, collecting your money. he sees the red fabric, or rather the lack of it, adorning your body and he feels it. he feels the yearning, the invisible force that drags him to you. he feels his heart break all over again.
you both knew that you two were heading different directions, him in volleyball and you in grad school. he thought you guys would have been able to get through it. he thought you loved him.
but when you constantly woke up without him by your side, when it was almost every night that he came home late from extra practice, when the slightest change in your mood would lead to a dramatic swing in his, the end felt inevitable. you had to leave. you had to leave and let him do what he loved most.
yet he's there because he knows that's where he can find you.
you pause your performance and forget about the audience for a minute. even under the flashing lights, you can make out his spikey grey hair and his tall athletic figure. your shift ends in a few minutes anyways. he can wait.
and he does, he waits outside of the club. he notes the way you give a soft smile at the sight of him. he appreciates how graceful you look after work, even if your makeup is a little messed up. he can tell you were nervous from the way you struggled to look him in the eye. he knows you.
"so, what are you doing here?"
"what? a guy can't visit a strip club once in awhile?" he jokes. you give a small chuckle in response and he doesn't realize how much he's missed the sound.
"i need closure."
it was rare for bokuto to speak so seriously. in fact, it almost threw you off. but you would be lying if you said you didn't want the same.
"it's been two years, ko."
"i was in love with you, (y/n)."
you sighed, looking down at your feet.
the day you decided to end it was on a saturday. it was one of his few free days which was perfect since he wouldn't go to practice in emo mode and you would have some time to talk it out. yet, there was never complete closure. so, you can't really complain when that's exactly what he wants, right?
"i left because i wanted you to be happy."
"that doesn't make sense at all."
"i was holding you back from volleyball. and look!" your hands went up while a big smile was plastered on your face, "now, you're a pro! i'm proud of you, ko."
"but you aren't here with me."
your smile faltered as he took a step closer to you. you froze completely. but wasn't leaving him a blessing in disguise?
grey hair, pink cheeks, an intoxicating smile. the floral button up shirt he wore was cheesy, almost like it didn’t fit him, but still, he was still gorgeous.
the taste of lychee on his lips, the summer heat, the blanket underneath you, the waves of the ocean. he was there, under the sun, with you. he was there when you stared at the flowers which seemed to hold every color imaginable. he was there when the water would tickle your feet. his hand held yours when walking through the crowds of the market. his arms held you when the only source of light was the moon.
you’ve always hated the mix of heat and humidity that the summer brought, but osamu’s warmth changed your mind.
but summer is over. the reds, blues, and yellows of the flowers have been reduced to a lifeless stump of leaves and stems. and osamu?
his face is stiff and emotionless. and when he looks back you, nothing changes.
