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pairing: oikawa tooru x fem!reader x iwaizumi hajime words: 12k warnings: double penetration, spitroasting, virgin reader, oral (f receiving and m receiving), fingering, copious amounts of consent from all parties

This is for @semisgroupie’s poly collab. You can find the masterlist here

a/n: ok don’t come for me about this being my second poly!IwaOi fic ok? i’m just trash for these men and want them to do all the things they do in this fic to me. this was completely self-indulgent, and i don’t regret anything. so here’s a monster of a fic to hopefully satiate you while i write the next piece. love you babes

The sound of the string quartet sang through the open area, bouncing off the stone walls and falling upon your ears. The view from where you sat was unimpeded, allowing you full access to the event before you. Men and women twirled around the dance floor in a swirl of fabric and color, some muted while others stood out in stark contrast.

Your dress, however, was void of color, a bone-white that contrasted your skin nicely. The lace and beadwork were exquisite, and you could hardly believe that you were wearing it. You were used to finery, but this was on another level entirely. The seamstress who made it had incredible talent.

As you admired the beadwork, your gaze traveled down the long sleeves to your left hand, which now contained a large ring on your fourth finger. A sign of the marriage you just went through. You, the former princess of the Kingdom of Karasuno, married the prince of the Kingdom of Seijoh. It was a gorgeous ceremony, taking place in the magnificent throne room of the palace you would now call home, and your new husband was certainly something to look at.

But you still weren’t completely comfortable here. This kingdom was vastly different from your own, much more conservative and stuck in tradition, and you knew it would take time to get used to that. You had married the prince as a way of securing a treaty between the kingdoms, and you were happy to be able to serve your country. But back home, you had much more freedom than you would have here, and that was something you’d miss dearly.

A light touch on your hand broke you from your reverie as your new husband threaded his fingers through your own. Looking up to meet his eyes, you found yourself once again stunned by his beauty. He looked powerful in his ivory suit, pins of valor studded against the breast of his coat and golden thread weaved along the edges of the fabric. His chocolate hair fell softly against his forehead, supporting an ornate crown studded with turquoise and sapphires to honor the Seijoh national colors. But the thing that most caught your attention were his eyes, soft and warm beneath groomed eyebrows and looking at you intently as a smile gently lifted the corners of his mouth.

“Would you like to share a dance with me?” he asked, hope glimmering in those chocolatey eyes of his.

You gulped, mouth going dry as you slowly nodded. “Of course, my prince.”

Standing, he kept his hand in yours, helping you up in your heavy dress. Pulling you close to his chest, he leaned down to murmur in your ear. “Please, call me Oikawa. We are equals now, aren’t we?” His voice was smooth, sending a chill up your spine.

You nodded again, eyes stuck to the pins on his chest and too nervous to meet his own. “Of course… Oikawa-san.” He chuckled, shaking his head gently.

“That’s better, I suppose. We’ll get there though. There’s no need for formalities. We’re married now, it’s alright to just use my name without any honorifics.” His hand tightened gently around yours as he placed the other on the small of your back.

You didn’t know what to say. He was so much kinder than you had expected him to be. Before your wedding ceremony, he had come to check on you to make sure you were still comfortable with marrying him. It wasn’t as if you’d had much choice in the matter, as the treaty depended on your marriage, but his doing so had brought a certain warmth to your heart. You simply nodded, forcing yourself to look up and meet his gaze once more. He smiled, eyes filled with such warmth that you found your cheeks burning in response.

“Now how about that dance?” He turned to lead you down the short flight of stairs that led to the dance floor as the current song drew to a close. The crowd of people parted before you as you made your way to the center. This would be your first dance as a married couple and everyone looked on as you settled. The quartet began a new song that you immediately recognized as a traditional number from your homeland. You looked up in surprise at your husband, finding a smile upon his lips and a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“I picked this song just for you, I even learned the moves. I hope it’s to your liking,” he said softly, taking your other hand in his and pulling you to start the dance.

You were at a loss for words. This had been your favorite dance since you were a little girl. You knew every step, and he kept up with you, movements so flawless you knew he must have spent a great deal of time learning it. You met his eyes throughout the entirety of the song, gazing up at him in wonder. You’d heard rumors that he was pompous and arrogant, but he was so different from that. All you had seen from him was a caring gentleman who, despite having just met the day before, seemed to truly care for you. It was somewhat astonishing.

As the song came to a close, you bowed to one another and came back to stand before each other. He leaned down yet again, voice gentle. “I heard that was your favorite song, so I wanted it to be our first dance. I don’t want you to have to give up all of your heritage just because you’re in a different kingdom now. Besides, it’s a beautiful song. After all the dancing lessons I went through, it’s become one of my favorites.” His lips brushed your temple as he spoke, breath hot against your skin as he reclaimed your hand and brushed his thumb over your knuckles.

“Thank you, Oikawa,” you uttered, squeezing his hand and turning your head to place your lips gently against his cheek in a sign of your gratitude. He pulled back, a wide grin on his lips and a slight flush on his cheeks.

“Let’s go meet our guests, shall we?” He extended his elbow, which you graciously threaded your arm through, and pulled you close to his side as you moved through the crowd to greet the people around you.

The rest of the night was spent thanking your guests for attending. You met nobles from all around the continent, such as Lord Kuroo from the neighboring Kingdom of Nekoma. “Well don’t you two look the picture of elegance,” he prodded Oikawa in the side with his elbow jokingly.

“Well at least I found a wife before you, you mangy cat,” Oikawa laughed. The two must have had a history, one that you were curious to learn about.

“Princess Y/N, it’s an honor,” the lord bowed, taking your hand in his and pressing a short kiss to the back. It was a custom you were learning to be more comfortable with, as it wasn’t practiced in your country. Still, every time it happened, you couldn’t help the blush that spread over your cheeks. “I wish you the best of luck putting up with this one,” he jibed, sparing a sideways glance to the man at your side. “He can be quite the handful.”

“I’ll do my best,” you smiled, enjoying the back and forth between the two men. It helped to lighten the mood a bit, making you more comfortable. It was nice knowing your new husband wasn’t all business and had a humorous side to him.

Later, you came across Lord Bokuto of the Commonwealth of Fukurodani. He was one of the ruling leaders and you could see why. He had an air of dominance about him that you felt right away.

“It’s the happy couple!” he boomed, arms spread wide as he embraced Oikawa with a laugh. Pulling away, he turned to you. “May I hug the bride as well? It’s tradition back home,” he grinned. Pink bloomed on your cheeks as you nodded, releasing your husband’s hand as he engulfed you, gentle but inviting, and smelling of something warm and heady. He released you after a moment, leaving you somewhat stunned and bashful.

You returned your hand to Oikawa’s arm as the two began talking politics. You let your gaze roam, noticing the guards lining the perimeter of the large space. There was one in particular whose gaze sat intently on you and your prince. It was warm but heavy as you made eye contact. You nodded before looking away, but you could still feel it resting on the two of you. At least he was ready for anything to happen, you supposed.

“Let’s make sure to get together sometime soon for dinner,” Lord Bokuto placed a hand on Oikawa’s shoulder. “I’ll see you two then.” He shook both of your hands before setting off in the opposite direction.

You made your rounds, eventually finding yourselves back at the foot of the stairs you’d descended earlier. Waiting there was your older brother, Prince Daichi. He stood talking to someone before noticing you and excusing himself. He wrapped you in a familiar embrace before turning to the man at your side.

“Prince Oikawa, I see you’re treating my sister well so far,” he smiled, eyes flicking between the two of you. You leaned into Oikawa a little just to show that you were, in fact, content. “I just pray that you continue to do so. Otherwise, this treaty may not last.”

“I have no ill intentions toward your sister, Prince Daichi. She will be well cared for and loved here, I promise you.” Oikawa’s words were smooth, and he placed his other hand atop the hand resting against his arm. The gesture brought an unexpected warmth to your chest, and your brother looked satisfied.

Daichi turned to you. “It will certainly be less lively without you at home, but I think you’ll be happy here,” he said with a smile, but there was a touch of sadness in his gaze. “We can always write letters back and forth. and we’re not so far that you can’t visit too,” he took your free hand in his own larger one. “We love you so much, and I want you to be content with your life. If there is anything you need, please let us know and you will have it.”

You nodded, smiling bittersweetly. “I love you all so dearly, but I think I’ll be happy here as well. The grounds are beautiful and the people seem wonderful,” you glanced up at Oikawa to find him smiling at you. “So, I think I’ll be just fine.” You returned his smile with one of your own, allowing yourself to lean against him just a bit more. Daichi looked on with a smile, desperately hoping that this happiness would stay for the duration of your relationship. He truly wanted the best for you and prayed that Oikawa could be that for you.

Resting your head lightly against Oikawa’s shoulder, you let out a short sigh. Exhaustion had slowly crept up on you, and it sat behind the backs of your eyes now. Oikawa picked up on this, eyebrows coming together slightly.

“Are you tired, love?” He placed his lips against your hair, thumb stroking the back of your hand gently. You nodded, loathing to admit it but unable to deny it. “It’s certainly been a long day,” he chuckled. Looking at the large clock above the door, he found it nearly read one in the morning. “I suppose it couldn’t hurt to excuse ourselves if that’s what you’d like?”

“Yes, I think that would be nice,” you confirmed, rolling your shoulders in an attempt to rid yourself of the dull ache that resided in your lower back. He gave a nod of approval, and you met your brother’s gaze once again. “Thank you for coming to see me off, brother,” you said softly, leaving your place beside Oikawa to hug him again, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him close.

“If you need anything, I swear I will get it for you, even if it’s just to see someone from home,” he murmured in your ear, and you knew he meant it. “I love you, Y/N. I always will, even if you were a million miles away. You’ll always have a place back home. And I’m sorry mother and father couldn’t come to see you off.”

“I know they’re here in spirit,” you smiled as you released him and placed your weight back on your aching heels. “And thank you, if I need anything that I can’t find here, you’ll be the first to know. I love you so much and I’ll miss you.” Stepping back to Oikawa, you smiled once more at your brother. “I hope to see you again soon, Daichi.”

“As do I,” he nodded before reaching out to clasp Oikawa’s hand. “Treat her well, please,” he implored the other prince, eyes pleading.

Resolutely, Oikawa nodded, “I swear I will.” And with that, they shook hands and you were turned around and led back up the stairs. He announced your departure briefly to the crowd, and the two of you set off to your rooms deeper in the castle. You were escorted by four guards, one of which was the one you’d made eye contact with earlier. Now that you were up close, you could see he had forest green eyes, which met yours with a firm nod. You nodded back, diverting your eyes as heat crept into your cheeks. He’s quite handsome, you thought to yourself.

“How are you doing, love?” Oikawa asked, looking down at you intently.

“Honestly I’m a bit sore from standing so long,” you admitted, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear and looking down sheepishly. “I can’t wait to be out of this heavy dress.” He chuckled, and you realized what you’d said, blushing furiously at his reaction. “I-I mean I just—”

“No, no, I understand. I’m sure it weighs a million pounds, what with all that beading,” he replied good-naturedly. “This suit is incredibly stiff, so I somewhat know what you mean.”

You continued in silence for a stretch before you couldn’t bear the pain in your feet any longer. You stopped abruptly with a sigh, and Oikawa turned around, perplexed. You dug beneath your skirts to remove your shoes, the cold of the stone floor a welcome relief to the burning you felt just moments before.

A small laugh burst from his lips, “Not very ladylike, now is it?” His voice was playful, as he already knew what your answer would be but still wanted to hear how you’d phrase it.

“It felt like they were eating my feet,” you huffed, scowling down at the ivory heels. With a soft chuckle, Oikawa reached to take the shoes from your grasp. “I-I can carry those, it’s no trouble,” you sputtered indignantly.

“What kind of husband would I be to let my lady carry anything when I have two hands perfectly capable of carrying it for her?” he grinned somewhat playfully, laughing again as you pouted up at him. “It’s no trouble, I want to carry them for you.” Extending his elbow yet again, you reluctantly threaded your arm through it. You had to reach slightly higher than before due to the loss of your heels, but you didn’t mind. He was warm in the cool air of the hallway, so you clung to him.

You made idle chatter for the next few minutes as you continued through the castle at a leisurely pace, taking in all the flourishes of your new home. He explained things to you as you went along, like the statue of his grandmother who had established a care facility for young children, or the courtyard that held a moonlit rose garden that had been blooming since his great grandfather was king.

“It’s beautiful,” you gushed. “Roses are my favorite flower; I just think they’re so elegant and noble.”

He smiled down at you, “Then it’s all yours. Do with it as you please. The servants tend to it, but I don’t think any of them have a particular fondness for it. Since my mother passed, it requires some love and attention from one such as yourself.”

He gazed down at you with soft fondness that you hadn’t yet noticed as you looked out on the garden, taking in its beauty. In the center stood a large willow and a pond that shone in the moonlight, throwing light onto the branches above it. He loved to sit beneath that tree when he needed to think and to know that he could do that with you now brought an unfamiliar tightness to his chest.

“I’ll treat it with the utmost care and love,” you replied softly after a moment, looking up at him with stars in your eyes. At the sight of him smiling down at you, your cheeks heated once again, and you nervously hid your face by pressing your forehead to his arm. He chuckled softly, placing his free hand on yours, tightening his fingers around your own.

“You really are a sight, I hope you know that,” he murmured into your hair before pressing his lips against your skull. You meekly pulled away, staring down at the hem of your dress.

“I just hope I’m a good one,” you replied a bit playfully, trying to keep your confidence up to meet his gaze.

“You’re the image of beauty.” His voice was smooth in the quiet of the hallway. For a moment you forgot that there was anyone but the two of you in the passage as you nervously looked up at him. He met your smile with one of his own before breaking the charged silence again. “Let’s go help you out of that dress,” he said slyly, his soft smile shifting into a playful grin and igniting an unbearable heat in your cheeks and a low flame in your stomach that you’d never felt before.

“Y-Yes, that would be nice,” you stuttered, the image of him helping you out of your dress burning in your head.

“It’s not much farther to your chambers.” He guided you forward yet again, the guards moving with you. He wasn’t lying, the room was just around the next corner, and as you came to a stop in front of the door, he turned to face you. “Would you like to stay here on your own tonight, or would you be more comfortable sharing my room?” he asked softly, brushing your hair behind your ear.

You had to think about it for a moment. It might be nice to have your own space for the night to get used to sleeping in a new place. But it would also likely be lonely. Would you be able to fall asleep? You weren’t sure. Making up your mind, you looked up to meet his eyes.

“I think I’d… I’d like to share your bed tonight.” Your voice came out soft, barely above a whisper as your stomach tied itself in knots. His face quietly lit up as he nodded resolutely.

“Alright then, let’s do that,” he smiled. “It’s just up the hall.” He led you to the next door farther ahead, coming to a stop as he turned to address the guards. “Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Kyōtani, you’re all dismissed. Iwaizumi shall be enough for now. You can change guard throughout the night.”

The guards all nodded and saluted, holding their left arm across their chests and bringing their feet together. The three he’d dismissed turned and filed back down the corridor while the green-eyed one stood by the door.

“So your name is Iwaizumi?” You addressed the soldier, meeting his gaze once again.

“Yes, princess,” he nodded.

“He’s my most trusted guard. These four are my personal guard, but Iwaizumi is the captain among them.” You looked up at Oikawa, taking in the way he looked at the captain. It was something akin to… adoration? You weren’t completely sure, but you felt a tension between the two that went beyond protective duty. Looking back to the soldier, you found that his gaze was locked with the prince’s, almost yearning, and that solidified it in your mind. There was something between them, but you couldn’t be sure what.

“Well, I trust you’ll keep us safe,” you smiled at the forest-eyed man.

“Of course, princess,” he gave a soft smile in return and nodded. “No one shall get past.”

With a sound of affirmation, Oikawa pushed the door open and led you into the room. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but it wasn’t what you found. Books lined one wall, a ladder leaned against it to provide access to the higher shelves. The books framed a large fireplace with a pair of crossed swords on the mantle above the fire. The wall opposite the door was lined with floor-to-ceiling windows that let in the cool moonlight as the rest of the space was lit with numerous candles that provided a soft, warm glow. The king-sized bed, which sat beneath drapes of turquoise fabric patterned with gold foliage, looked as if it could be fully concealed if the fabric were released from its hold. An ornate headboard framed the bed, and the pile of pillows seemingly called your name, inviting your tired, sore body to dive into their comfort.

“It’s beautiful,” you breathed, stepping into the space. It was warm and inviting thanks to the heat of the candles and fireplace.

“I hope it’s not too warm?” He shut the door behind you as you moved toward the bookshelves. You ran your fingers over the spines and allowed your eyes to flit over the different titles.

You turned to look back at him with a smile, “No, it’s perfect, I’ve had a chill all night so the warmth is welcome.” He nodded, moving to undo the buttons of his jacket.

It was that moment that you realized… this was the first time you were alone with your new husband. You felt blood creep into your cheeks as you turned back to the books. You’d never been with anyone before, male or female, as both were acceptable back in your kingdom, so this was new. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t taken it all into account when you decided to share his room for the night, but the reality of it was all crashing down on you at once.

After a few moments, you heard a quiet thump of fabric falling to the ground, and Oikawa’s footsteps approaching slowly. He stopped just behind you, hands settling lightly on your shoulders. “Find anything that interests you?” He murmured, ducking down to place his lips just above your ear. You stiffened slightly, fingers pausing on a book entitled “Marvona’s Quest.”

Taking a deep breath, you steeled your nerves. “Nothing that I need to read right now,” you whispered, easily heard in the silence of the room. You leaned back into his chest; his skin was warm through the thin material of his shirt. He chuckled in your ear, low and sultry as his hands began to descend your arms. You were thankful for the lace and beading between your skin and his as goosebumps prickled in the wake of his touch.

As his palms met the backs of your hands, he laced his fingers between yours. “What are you comfortable with doing tonight?” His hushed tone had your eyes fluttering shut and lips parting. You felt that strange heat in your stomach again, unsure of its origin but not hating the feeling. The fact that he had enough respect for you to ask warmed your heart, and you felt that this marriage wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“I-I suppose we can see where this goes and… if I find myself getting uncomfortable, I’ll let you know.” Your voice was small in the vast space, but it was all Oikawa wanted to hear. Those words falling from your lips nearly sent him into a frenzy, but he knew that you’d most likely never been in a situation like this, so he wanted to take things slowly. He wanted to keep you comfortable to get through the entire experience.

“Is that alright?” You asked, unsure of whether it was based on the seconds of silence that had passed between the two of you.

“That sounds perfect,” he whispered. He pressed a gentle kiss to the base of your throat, fingers slipping from your own to meet the laces at the back of your dress. “We’ll take things at your pace.” You felt a tug as he undid the initial tie of the laces, and your heart leaped into your throat. This was happening.

He hooked his finger behind the first cross at the top of the dress and pulled it loose, continuing that motion all down your back as he kept your attention on his lips at your neck. As he neared the bottom, he gave your neck a soft bite, drawing a groan from your lips as you lay your head back against his shoulder. “So responsive,” he chuckled, voice heavier now. You sighed, blushing furiously at the fact that you had caved at such a small thing like a love bite. It wasn’t even a hard one either, but you were just so worked up that it slipped out.

“Just take my dress off already,” you huffed, getting antsy. The heat in your face nearly matched that in your abdomen, and you were slowly growing accustomed to the feeling. It wasn’t so bad, but it was slowly increasing.

Oikawa trailed his lips up your neck to rest them against the shell of your ear. “Feisty now, aren’t we?” he whispered devilishly, slipping his fingers beneath the edge of the shoulders of your dress, fingertips down against your skin. He began pushing it down, pressing his lips against the junction of your jaw and ear, the combination sending a shiver through your body. Your dress continued to be pushed down, releasing suddenly over the swells of your breasts, which were still covered by the thin silk slip you wore beneath.

Coming to the end of your arms, Oikawa helped you slip your hands from the sleeves before letting the fabric pool around your waist. He gently turned you to face him, taking in the sight of you, the sight of your rosy cheeks, and the flush creeping down your neck. He smiled before helping you pull the heavy dress up over your head and onto the floor, leaving you in just the slip and your underskirts.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, leaning his forehead to yours and closing his eyes.

His hands came to rest on your waist, thumbs brushing back and forth over the skin there. You wrapped your arms around his neck slowly, closing your eyes as well as you brought your lips to press softly against his. It was gentle, exploratory, lovely. It was your first real kiss, disregarding the formal one you had shared earlier during the wedding ceremony. You delved your fingers into his chocolate tresses, allowing his tongue entrance between your lips. His arm slipped behind the small of your back, pulling your chest flush against his to show you just how warm he was.

After a few moments, you broke off to breathe, inhaling deeply as he pecked down your cheek, making his way down your neck and chest. Your flush steadily crept lower as his lips made contact with the silk of your slip, yet he kept kissing farther down. You threaded your fingers through his hair again as he settled on one knee, lips nearly reaching your belly button, and fingers curling under the hem of your underskirts. He paused to look up at you, eyes kind and shining in the firelight as he untied the laces at the back of the skirts and let them fall airily to the ground, leaving you in nothing but your slip.

You felt incredibly bare, but not uncomfortable. The air was still warm, and he seemed genuine in his actions, so you let him continue. Returning to stand before you, he took your hands in his, raising them to the collar of his shirt. He placed your fingers against the button there, and you got the hint, undoing the first one with fumbling fingers. He patiently waited for you, allowing you to undo the buttons at whatever pace you wished with a gentle smile on his lips. You were fully focused on the task at hand, your skin brushing his now and then as your hands trembled lightly.

When you undid the last button, he untucked the shirt and let it fall to the ground beside your dress, and you finally allowed yourself to take in the sight of him. He was well sculpted, the lines of his muscles defined under the warm glow of the fire. You reached out to place the tips of your fingers against his collarbone, allowing them to trail down the center of his chest. His abs were hard beneath your touch, and you paused just beneath his belly button, where a well-groomed patch of hair began, your eyes flitting back up to meet his own darkened ones nervously.

“What would you like to do next?” He placed his hands on your hips, pulling you closer so his breath was warm against your hairline. You placed your hands on his chest, trying to stop the light trembling in your fingertips.

“Could we—could we turn around and undress? I think if you watch me I’ll never be able to get this slip off,” you admitted with a small laugh, resting your forehead on his chest. The feeling of his hot skin grounded you in the moment as your brain tried to remind you how embarrassed you should be. But this was your husband, you shouldn’t be embarrassed at all. You’d be spending the rest of your life with him, and you would get to know each other as you know yourselves. But that didn’t stop the rapid beating of your heart.

“Of course, love,” he chuckled, kissing your hair and stepping back. He turned to face away, and you were met with a new wave of beauty, as the flickering of the fire lit up the contours of his back. Your mouth went dry. What if he didn’t find you as beautiful as you found him? You hadn’t doubted yourself until now and mentally kicked yourself. This was ridiculous—he had already called you beautiful numerous times, so obviously he found you attractive. But the little voice in the back of your mind was relentless now. Sure, he may find your face attractive, but what about your body?

Shaking your head, you took one last look at him as he undid the ties of his pants, then turned to face the books once more. Taking the straps of your slip in your hands, you took a shaking breath before allowing them to fall down your arms. The snik of the silk hitting the floor was loud in your ears as you looked down at your bare form. The heat of the fire was enough to keep you warm, yet goosebumps still bloomed on your skin.

There was a soft thump of fabric followed by soft footsteps as Oikawa stepped out of his pants and shoes. “Are you ready, love?” His words were like honey in your ears, but they sent a shock of fear through your veins. No, you weren’t ready, you weren’t sure you could do this. You had never bared your body to anyone but your nurse, and you’d known her since you were born. No man had looked at you as Oikawa would, and now that you were here, you weren’t sure what to do.

“N-no, I—” you cut yourself off. Would he think less of you? Would he think you a prude and be unhappy that he’d married you? “I’m scared.” Your voice was barely a whisper as you forced the words out.

He paused, thinking for a moment before replying. “May I turn around? If not, that’s completely alright,” he added quickly.

You took a deep breath, shutting your eyes and bringing your arms up to cover your chest, although he wouldn’t be able to see it anyway. “Yes,” you murmured, almost ready to hear him gasp in disgust. You heard the patter of his feet approaching, and jumped slightly at the feeling of his hands meeting your shoulders.

“I’ve seen nothing but your back and I already know you’re gorgeous,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear as your heart hammered in your chest. “But as we agreed, if you’re uncomfortable, just say the word. We don’t have to do this tonight, we only met yesterday after all.” You could have cried at the genuineness of his voice as he ducked his head to kiss your shoulder, letting his lips press against your skin for a few seconds.

You contemplated. You knew that if you wanted, you could put on your slip right now and he wouldn’t be upset. But at the same time… it was your wedding night and you wanted to make it a good one for this man who had been nothing but kind and giving to you since you’d gotten here. Clenching your jaw shortly, you took a deep breath to steel your nerves before whirling around to face him. You saw the surprise register in his eyes before you took his jaw in your hands and let your lips crash against his own.

Oikawa stood frozen for a split second, unprepared for your forwardness, before placing his hands on your bare hips to pull you closer. The feel of your soft breasts against his skin should have felt like heaven, but though it was nice, he didn’t feel that tightening in his stomach like he usually did. It sent a pang of worry through him, as he wondered how he would perform tonight, what with the situation being so different from what it usually was…

Unaware of the worry running through your husband’s veins, you delved further into the kiss, taking a step closer. He instinctively took a step backward, and you continued this movement until his knees bumped the large, plush bed. Breaking away from his mouth, you ducked your head to look at the way your chest was pressed against his. Now that you’d made a move, you weren’t so terrified, and you were grateful for it because when you pushed slightly closer to him, you felt his member brush your lower abdomen. You froze momentarily, the gravity of the situation crashing back down on you, but you pushed the worry from your head. This was something everyone did, it was only natural, and you would be able to get through it, too.

He lowered himself to sit on the edge of the bed, eyes finding yours as he pulled you gently between his legs. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to your collarbone, making his way slowly down your chest. He trailed to the left as he came to your breasts, eventually taking the nipple in his mouth. He ran his tongue over the hardened bud, and you let out a soft gasp, fingers tangling in his hair. He playfully bit down, following the pressure with gentle kitten licks, and you pressed closer to him. He smirked against your skin at your responsiveness, his fingers tightening on your hips. You were slowly becoming more sure of yourself, more comfortable with being so bare in front of another person in such an intimate setting.

His right hand loosened on your hip, gliding down until his fingertips rested against your heat, making you inhale sharply, eyes snapping to his. He looked up at you questioningly, not wanting to continue without your consent. You nodded hesitantly, and he delved in. His calloused fingers were cool against your warmth and sent a shiver through you. He pumped them a few times between your lips to spread the slick that had gathered between them, effectively removing any friction that had been there. Then, he pressed against a spot you had never known about, a little bundle of nerves that sent a shock of heat throughout your body, ripping an involuntary moan from your lips.

He smirked up at you, realizing this was all brand new to you. Never before had you touched yourself; the thought never even crossed your mind as it wasn’t something that necessarily interested you. It wasn’t that sex was taboo in your kingdom, much the opposite. People were very sexually open, loving whomever they saw fit. Your mother and father were in a polyamorous relationship with another woman, and none in the kingdom questioned it in the slightest. But you’d never been particularly interested in the act. Not until now, at least.

As Oikawa massaged that little spot at the apex of your thighs, your head lolled back, eyes fluttering shut as you squirmed slightly in his grasp. The pleasure was overwhelming, shooting from the tips of your toes to your scalp, and it all emanated from that one tiny bud.

“D-Don’t stop,” you gasped, breath becoming ragged. He chuckled and increased his pace. Your hips twitched, grinding harder into his fingers as the coil in your stomach tightened.

His fingers slid further between your lips, teasing the hole there, and you groaned as he inserted one. It slipped easily inside thanks to the slick that had coated it, and you clenched tight as he slowly passed each knuckle. Once it bottomed out, he paused, letting you adjust to the feeling before pumping his digit in and out, thumb still working at your clit. You keened, hiding your face in his shoulder as you tried to adjust to the strange tightness in your stomach.

As you grew more used to the oddly pleasurable feeling, Oikawa added a second finger. The sound that came out of your mouth along with the lewd squelching that emanated from your throbbing cunt had you blushing furiously against his skin.

“You’re close aren’t you, sweetheart?” His voice was soft against your ear, his lips pressing against the shell of it. You nodded furiously, eyes clenching shut and unable to conjure words in your hazy state. “Come on, cum for me, you look so pretty on my fingers,” he cooed.

At his suggestive tone and muttered words, you felt yourself careening over the edge, stars bursting behind your eyelids and knees nearly buckling. Oikawa caught you with the arm that had been wrapped around your waist as his other hand fucked you through your orgasm. You’d heard about them but never experienced one, but you could now see the attraction to sex.

“That’s it darling,” he sighed, kissing your shoulder as you came down from your high. He rubbed circles on your back, the other hand coming to a stop in your heat. He leaned back so you could see him before bringing his slick-coated fingers to his mouth and placing them on his tongue. You looked on incredulously as he licked them clean, your cheeks burning at the fact that he was so lewd. “You taste wonderful,” he whispered, placing his forehead against yours.

“That was….” You huffed, catching your breath. “That was incredible. I can see why people do this all the time now.”

He chuckled, nodding before lifting his lips to meet yours in a soft kiss. You tasted an earthy something on his mouth, then pulled away with a squeak as you realized it was your release.

“As I said, you taste wonderful,” he laughed, charmed by your modesty. You hid your face in his chest, arms wrapping around his torso as you looked down, but you noticed something was off. His member, which should have been standing at attention according to what your nurse had told you, hung limp between his legs.

“Um, am I doing something wrong?” You asked in a small voice, returning your gaze shyly to his own. He brought his eyebrows together in worry, placing his hand against your cheek.

“What are you talking about? You’re incredible,” he cooed, thumb running over your cheek.

“It’s just that—” you stuttered, breaking off at the notion that you had to talk about something so intimate. “Are you… a-aroused?” You motioned to his groin abashedly, not sure how else to phrase it without being vulgar.

He froze, looking down slowly before a dark flush bloomed on his face. He looked back up at you before diverting his gaze. “I-I um, I don’t—” he stammered, unsure of what to say.

“If you’re not attracted to me like that, it’s quite alright,” you rushed to comfort him, unable to bear the sight of him struggling like this.

“It’s not that, it’s just—” He met your gaze again, a glint of fear in his eyes. “I’m just not sure if I’m attracted to your… gender.” His voice was a mere whisper and his eyes broke away at the last word.

You took in his words, unexpected surely, but not unbearable. You certainly had hoped that your new husband would be attracted to you, but you supposed that in any case that he wouldn’t be, this was the most preferable. At least it wasn’t you in particular, but rather your entire gender.

“Oikawa, that’s perfectly fine,” you said softly, turning his face to yours. “We can’t help whom we love.”

His eyes brightened at your words. “So… you’re not upset?”

“I mean, sure I’d hoped that my husband would find me attractive, but I suppose it’s not the end of the world,” you smiled, trying to keep the sadness out of your face and voice.

He shook his head, “I do find you attractive, Y/N,” he murmured, closing his eyes and leaning his head into your hand. “It’s just that… well, I guess not sexually if that makes sense?”

You nodded your head, smiling softly now that you knew he did find you appealing. “Yes, it does. Back in Karasuno people love whom they love, regardless of gender or anything else. I don’t know how things are done here, but I understand.” You pulled his lips to yours, hoping to convey your understanding to him through your actions. When you pulled back, he looked at you with misty eyes that made your heart flip in your chest.

“No one gets that here,” he whispered. “They’re so stuck in their ways and can’t see that love is love, no matter how people present themselves. Thank you for being that person for me.”

“I am your wife now, aren’t I?” You smirked down at him, brushing a sprig of hair from his eyes. You thought about what he had told you, about what you had seen of him, and suddenly, something clicked, and you looked at him with playfully narrowed eyes. “Is it the guard?” You asked slyly.

His eyes widened slightly, enough for you to know you were right. “W-What?” he stuttered. You weren’t sure if his cheeks could get any redder. “What are you talking about?”

“I saw the way you two looked at each other,” you giggled, slipping your hands down his arms to twine your fingers with his. “The way your hand lingered on his armor when you touched him? It’s all right there. I’ve seen that look plenty of times with my brother and my parents and friends. You love him, don’t you?”

Oikawa grew quiet for a time, looking down at your hands tangled with his own. He sighed; his voice was almost timid as he spoke again. “I suppose you’re not wrong,” he muttered, hands clenching yours softly.

You thought for a moment, trying to decide how best to move forward. You could just let this go and go to sleep with your new husband in peace. Or… “Should we invite him in?” you asked softly.

Oikawa’s eyes snapped up to meet yours, bright with something like excited apprehension. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I’m completely serious,” you nodded your head. “People have polyamorous relationships all the time in Karasuno. My parents themselves have a third lover. Not everyone knows about her, but those who do have no issue with it. I don’t see why we can’t do the same.” Your shoulders came up in a shrug as you brought one of his hands up to kiss the back of it. “I don’t want you to feel like you need to be someone you’re not just for my sake.”

He hesitated, brows knitting in thought as he looked at the fire behind you. His lips pursed slightly, his eyes looking somewhat worried. “I’m so used to people judging those like me, people who love their gender…” He met your gaze somewhat cautiously. “This is just a little new to me.”

You laughed lightly, “Same for me.” You leaned down to kiss the slight pout on his lips. “So, is that a yes?”

He gently nodded, taking a deep breath as you grinned and straightened.

“Iwaizumi!” you called quite loudly, wanting to get your voice through the heavy wooden door. A moment later, the door opened just a crack.

“Yes, princess?” came the guard’s voice. It reminded you that both you and Oikawa were completely naked, and you flushed at the implication that had. You were really about to do this, weren’t you?

You supposed there was no going back and took a short breath to center yourself. “Could you come in please?”

There was a moment of hesitation, as he thought about what the two of you could want. Much to his displeasure, you were having sex, weren’t you? He could just hear your soft cries through the door, and he had felt himself heating up at the thought of what you two were doing inside. Mostly though, his mind strayed to what Oikawa must look like as you cried out against his skin. Shaking his head to clear it, he raised his hand to shield his eyes and pushed the door open, stepping inside and shutting it once again. “Of course, princess.”

You appreciated the fact that he’d blocked your form from his vision, even though you were about to invite him into yours and Oikawa’s bed. “I know about you and Oikawa,” you blurted, unsure of how else to address the elephant in the room.

“It’s not—” he started, taking a step toward you then thinking better and shutting his mouth.

“It’s completely fine,” you assured him, and his shoulders relaxed a bit. “I invited you in here to…” you took a breath, preparing to jump off the ledge you were so precariously balanced on. “We wanted to invite you to join us if that’s something you’d be interested in,” you finished measuredly.

He froze, hand clenching at his side. “You mean… in bed?” he asked hesitantly.

“Yes, in bed,” Oikawa replied lowly, moving to stand. You took a step back to allow him to, and he raised your hand to press his lips to the back before releasing them and moving toward the other man. “We talked this over and think it might be… beneficial to have you join us. What are your thoughts on the matter?” He stopped before Iwaizumi in all his nude glory and waited as he thought, processing the request.

“But—” Iwaizumi stuttered, peeking at Oikawa from behind his hand to see if he was serious. The look of yearning he found on the brunette’s face was enough to convince him. Without another word, he nodded and slowly dropped his hand, moving to place his sword against the wall. “You’re helping me with my armor though,” he smirked at the prince. Turning his eyes to you, he let his gaze brush down the length of your body, cheeks growing rosy at the sight. “You really are beautiful, princess.”

Allowing your lips to curve into a flirtatious grin, you made your way over to him, joining your husband in freeing the guard from his heavy armor. “I would have to say the same of you,” you jibed, poking him in the side. He jerked away, narrowing his eyes at you even as a smile played on his features.

“So she’s a feisty one, eh?” Iwaizumi glanced at Oikawa.

“I never would have thought so myself, but she does have some bite.” He set down Iwaizumi’s breast and back plates and knelt to work the armor off his legs. You did the same, having freed him of his arm guards, and in no time, he was left in just his underclothes.

Iwaizumi lifted his shirt up and off his body with a soft grunt, revealing his torso. He was cut, if not more so than Oikawa. Noticing your gaze on his chest, he smirked. “Oikawa and I train two hours every day on sword work, as well as doing other various workouts every other day,” he explained, shedding light on how both men were so in shape.

Meeting his eyes, you hesitantly placed your fingertips against his jaw. His forest eyes hooded as he leaned down slightly, waiting for you to decide what you wanted to do. Steeling yourself, you rose on your toes and kissed him. It was gentler than your last kiss with Oikawa, much more hesitant, but as his hands alighted on your hips, his thumbs rubbing reassuring circles on your skin, you grew more sure of yourself. This was perfectly fine, both you and Oikawa wanted this, so there was no need for hesitation. You parted your lips, tongue meeting his as Oikawa groaned softly from his place knelt at Iwaizumi’s leg.

After another moment, the two of you broke off, eyes still shut, and foreheads pressed to one another as you caught your breath. “Now that is something I could get used to seeing,” Oikawa sighed, standing to meet the two of you. He had freed Iwaizumi of his pants without you realizing it, and now the three of you stood bare before one another. But you felt no shame, much to your surprise. Here with these two beautiful men, you felt like you belonged. With just Oikawa something had felt off, like a piece of the puzzle was missing, but now it felt complete.

Smiling, you took one of each of their hands and pulled them toward the bed, and climbed in once you reached it. The two men followed suit, and the three of you fit comfortably on the large mattress. Oikawa settled at your legs as you situated yourself between Iwaizumi’s legs with your back flush against his chest. He took your hands in his own, fingers intertwining as Oikawa spread your legs for him. You tried to stay calm as he traced his hands up your thighs toward your core, his fingertips leaving trails of magma in their wake.

He leaned toward you, and you assumed he was going to kiss you until his face moved past yours. You looked up to find the two men passionately kissing one another, tongues clashing and a deep groan emanating from Iwaizumi’s chest. He brought your hand up to cup Oikawa’s jaw, just as the prince’s hand came to cup your heat. His middle finger parted the lips there, gathering your slick and brushing your clit, sending a shiver up your spine. You shifted against Iwaizumi, drawing another soft groan from the guard as your lower back pressed against his hardening length.

You shut your eyes, head leaning back against Iwaizumi’s shoulder as Oikawa’s ministrations had you growing restless. Suddenly, his lips were on your collarbone, teeth nipping at your skin and drawing a small gasp from your lungs. He slowly trailed his kisses lower and lower, through the valley of your breasts to the dip of your belly button to stop on the expanse of skin above your core.

“Is this alright?” He looked up to meet your gaze, eyes warm and shining. You took a steadying breath before nodding, and he grinned. Returning his mouth to your skin, he kissed his way down your slit before parting it gently. He ran his tongue from the bottom up, sending a thrill up your spine and drawing a whimper from your lips. Grinning against your heat, he found the little nub at the apex of your thighs and lapped at it, making you squirm with pleasure against Iwaizumi’s chest.

You clenched your fingers around the guard’s hands as he placed his lips against your neck, gently sucking and biting the soft flesh there. As Oikawa had you falling apart on his tongue, Iwaizumi’s hands came up to palm your breasts, fingers pinching your nipples and rolling the buds between them.

“You’re being so good, princess,” he whispered against your skin, warm breath making goosebumps rise. His hands on your chest as Oikawa sucked at your clit had your back arching wildly against him. You let out a keening cry, eyes clenching shut and head thrown back on the shoulder supporting you.

Oikawa let his tongue venture further down, teasing at your hole as his thumb came up to press against your clit. He delved in, letting his tongue dip into you at a mind-numbing pace. You couldn’t hold back your moans, didn’t even try to, now that there was no one to worry about outside.

“That’s it, princess, let it out.” The deep rumble of Iwaizumi’s voice at your back had you falling apart, his hands roaming the expanse of your chest and stomach. He dug one hand’s fingers into your hip, securing your squirming form so Oikawa would have easier access.

The coil in your abdomen felt like it could burst at any moment as you neared your second orgasm of the night. “I can’t- I-I’m gonna—” you stammered as you arched farther. Iwaizumi gave you a particularly harsh bite on the neck, and Oikawa rubbed mercilessly at your needy bud, and everything shattered all at once. You fell apart, letting out a guttural cry and releasing all over Oikawa’s lips. He moaned against your core and continued circling your clit until you were writhing in his grasp, too sensitive to continue.

Grinning, he pulled away, lips and chin shiny with your release, making you flush a deep pink in your near intoxicated state. “You taste so good, my darling,” he cooed, tongue dipping out to lap up your essence before he leaned down to kiss you. Your taste was prominent on his lips, strong and heady against your tastebuds. He placed his hand against your cheek, brushing strands of damp hair from your forehead before pulling back to look at your tired face. “You did so well, sweetheart,” he whispered, and you smiled warmly at his words. You were glad to make your new husband happy, glad you had done your part well.

Iwaizumi gently lifted you off his chest, slipping out from behind you before moving you up to rest against the soft, feathery pillows. He smiled down at you and the likely numerous marks he’d left on your skin, before turning to the other man on the bed. Running his hand up Oikawa’s chest, he let their lips touch gently, and you could see the outlines of their tongues meeting with the backlighting from the fire.

Breathing deeply, you watched as Iwaizumi pushed the prince slowly onto his back, climbing atop to straddle his waist as their mouths worked against one another’s. Oikawa’s hands came up to tangle in Iwaizumi’s spiky black hair, mussing the strands and drawing a soft groan from the guard. After a few moments, Iwaizumi began to trail kisses down Oikawa’s jaw, making his way down his neck and leaving light marks in his wake. People would likely think those marks were from you, and those littering your skin were from Oikawa. You found it a bit humorous to think that they would be so far from the truth. It seemed the man atop your husband had a habit of leaving reminders of him wherever he went.

As Iwaizumi reached Oikawa’s chest, he trailed his fingers down the other man’s stomach, coming to a stop at his member. He sucked intensely at a spot as he wrapped his fingers around it, moving up and down in a slow, rhythmic manner. You watched closely, taking in every action as he was essentially teaching you what you needed to do to please your husband. Oikawa let out small whines, head thrown back and chest pushing up into his lover’s mouth. He moved his hands down to claw at Iwaizumi’s back, leaving crescent moons and red lines on his skin.

As you watched them, you felt that now familiar tightening in your stomach yet again. They were slow and sensual, and as they moved on one another, you couldn’t help but snake your hand down your chest, flicking your nipples and clenching your teeth. Your other hand made its way to your heat, hand cupping it and pressing down gently as you ground your hips into it.

Both men were rock hard now, both of their cocks standing at attention as they moved against one another. Oikawa looked over to you with lust-filled eyes, smiling as he saw you grinding into your hand. “I think she’s ready to go again,” he murmured, grunting as Iwaizumi bit down on his skin and gave a particularly hard jerk of his hand.

Now recovered from your last orgasm, you sat up and approached the two men. You placed your hand on Iwaizumi’s cheek, making him turn to you as he continued to pump Oikawa’s length. You couldn’t help yourself as your lips crashed against his in a feverish attempt to feel something against you other than yourself. He was hot and heavy, lips moving against yours quickly, and after a moment his hands came up to cradle your head.

You were slightly aware of Oikawa slipping out from beneath him, making his way behind you and pressing two fingers against your heat. You were bent over, and he had easy access to your cunt. You were already drenched from both your previous orgasms, as well as watching the two men pleasure each other, so his fingers slipped easily inside you. They pumped in and out, making you squirm against Iwaizumi as you deepened the kiss, tongue working against his own.

After a few moments, however, you felt something new. Oikawa pressed his length against your heat, slowly guiding it between your folds to gather the slick there. It was hot and thick but felt good against your aching pussy. “Is this alright?” he asked, leaning down so his voice was next to your ear. You groaned and nodded as Iwaizumi moved to kiss down your neck again, lips hot against your skin.

Oikawa straightened before guiding his now slick-coated dick to line up with your hole. He pushed the head inside, and you let out a cry at the stretch. He cooed about how good you were doing and how he knew you could take all of him as he inched inside. After a short time, he bottomed out, abdomen pressed to your ass as he paused to give you a moment to adjust. Your pussy ached, but it wasn’t a bad ache. You felt him deep inside you, and the longer he stayed there the better it felt.

Unable to stay still any longer, Oikawa slowly withdrew before pushing back in, setting a gentle pace that you would be able to handle. He gripped your hips to allow him to pull you back against him fully, and you reveled in the way his fingers dug into the soft flesh there.

“Iwaizumi, let her taste you,” the prince commanded after a few more thrusts.

You didn’t fully comprehend what he meant by that until the guard’s length was in your face. You understood what he wanted to do then, and licked a slow track up the underside of his dick, sending a shiver down his spine. You took the head in your mouth, moving up and down at the rhythm Oikawa set with his thrusts. You bobbed up and down, taking the man before you deeper and deeper into your mouth, taking a breath before he hit the back of your throat. You gagged slightly, impressed with yourself that you were doing so well. A line of drool mixed with precum dribbled down your chin, and Iwaizumi brushed it away, licking it off his thumb and humming lowly.

The ache in your core grew as Oikawa rammed into you from the back, and Iwaizumi pulled out of your mouth to give you a chance to breathe fully. As you did, you took him in your hand, pumping up and down his spit-soaked length. Catching your breath, you went to take him back in your mouth, but Oikawa stopped you.

“Let’s try something different,” he ground out, pulling out of you suddenly and leaving you clenching around nothing, and you keened at the loss.

Oikawa laid down against the pillows and pulled you on top of him, your arms and knees shuddering at the sudden movement. You moved to straddle him, lining him up with your needy hole before he guided you down onto his cock. You sighed at the return of his member inside of you before gasping at a new sensation. Iwaizumi was behind you now, middle finger collecting the combination of slick and precum from your pussy to run over your asshole. The sensation brought a new wave of pleasure, sending a chill up your spine and almost making you collapse atop Oikawa’s chest.

“Is this alright, princess?” Iwaizumi’s voice was deep as he leaned down to murmur in your ear. All you could do was nod as your husband drove up into you. He hummed in agreement before slipping his finger inside you, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips. He eased inside, the essence coating his finger allowing for minimal friction. He was in to the second knuckle when he curled his finger and drew a loud cry from your lungs. The sensation was unlike anything you’d felt so far, nearly making you fall apart, but you held on, wanting to see what they had planned for you.

Iwaizumi pumped his finger in and out slowly, reaching his third knuckle and curling his finger now and then just to watch you fall apart. Removing his finger completely, he grinned at the defeated sound you let out as he left you empty. He reached down yet again and found you had been gushing around your husband, collecting what he could and coating his middle three fingers before returning his hand to where it had been.

“I need you to relax, princess, this might hurt a little,” he commanded, and you did your best to stay relaxed as he pushed his first and middle fingers past your rim. The feeling had your head dipping down to rest against Oikawa’s collarbone as a deep groan released from your chest. He eased his way in again, allowing you to adjust before pumping his fingers in and out at the same rhythm as Oikawa’s thrusts.

Finally, he paused and added his ring finger, positioning his thick fingers into a triangle as they moved knuckle deep into you. You felt you might collapse onto the man beneath you as he whispered hushed praises into your ear while brushing your sweaty hair from your face.

You slowly adjusted to the feeling of both of them moving inside of you, and once you stopped whimpering with discomfort, Iwaizumi knew you were ready. Looking down to Oikawa, he motioned to pause. Removing his fingers from your ass, he guided your hips up and off Oikawa’s cock. He ran his hand up the other man’s shaft, collecting the wetness there and coating his own length with it before lining up with your tight hole.

“This might hurt, alright, princess? Just remember to stay relaxed.” His deep voice was soothing on your ears as you nodded, whimpering softly at being so empty.

Grasping your hips, he pushed past the muscle holding your hole closed and a cry tore from your chest. Your fingers dug into the sheets below, scrambling for something to ground you as his dick filled you so much more than his fingers. He inched his way inside, eventually bottoming out. He allowed you to adjust, clenching his teeth at the tightness and warmth of your body. Looking down at Oikawa, he found the other man staring up at him wantonly, waiting for him to say it was alright to enter you again. Iwaizumi pulled out as gently as he could, trying to ignore your soft whimpers, before slamming back into you, sending your body sprawling on top of the prince’s.

After a few more pumps, Iwaizumi nodded down at Oikawa, who took his time pushing back into your pussy. “A-Aaahh—” you cried, writhing between them. “So full~”

The two men began pumping in and out at the same time, cocks pressing against the thin membrane separating your pussy and asshole and sending shocks of pleasure throughout your entire body. You were so full, so gloriously full, and it drove you nearly mad with pleasure. This was what you were meant for—these two men made you feel complete, and now that you knew that, you never wanted to be without them both.

“I-I’m gonna—” you cried, unable to get the words out. Oikawa thrust as hard as he could, knowing he was reaching his limit, and from the way Iwaizumi’s face was scrunched, he assumed his lover was close as well.

“It’s alright, Y/N, cum for us,” Oikawa muttered in your ear, breath hot against your skin. “Give us everything.”

His words were all you needed to send you hurtling over the edge, falling apart at the hands of two men whom you’d only just recently met but already were learning to love. You clenched tightly around the both of them, pussy spasming around Oikawa’s cock while your asshole squeezed around Iwaizumi’s. It was enough to send both of them over their edges, and they both burst at nearly the same time. The rush of white that painted your insides completely was overwhelming, taking your breath away and sending even more stars across your vision than were already there. The feeling of fullness was so complete that you felt tears pricking the backs of your eyes.

The three of you lay there, you draped over Oikawa and Iwaizumi holding himself barely above your back. You all panted with exhaustion, particularly you after your third orgasm of the night. The wetness between your legs squelched any time any of you moved, reminding you of what you just did. You welcomed the noise, as it was a sign of the comfort you had just discovered between the arms of these beautiful men. You felt that this was where you belonged, and that brought a soft warmth to your chest. You’d been so worried about finding your place here in this new country, and yet you’d found it so soon after your arrival.

“Is there a bath already drawn, my prince?” Iwaizumi murmured from above you, glancing down at the man below.

“There should be. I had my servants sent ahead to set one up before we left the reception.” He reached up to caress Iwa’s face, smiling warmly up at him with those chocolate eyes. “It should still be warm.”

You felt him nod above you, too tired to do much else other than lay atop your husband’s warm chest. “Then let’s get cleaned up before bed,” the guard said in a hushed tone, slowly pulling out of you. You groaned at the loss of him, clenching around nothing and feeling his hot seed drip out of you. It was worse when Oikawa pulled out as you didn’t have the strong muscle there to prevent his cum from dripping down onto his legs.

Rolling off of you, Iwa put his feet on the ground, picking you up bridal style from the bed before turning toward the door against the wall. You slumped against his warm chest, eyes shut with your exhaustion as he held you.

“You did amazing, my lady,” he whispered against your hair. You heard the patter of Oikawa’s feet behind you as he followed the two of you into the large bathroom set behind the bedroom. It held a large pool filled with steaming water, the edge of which Iwaizumi set you atop.

The water was soothing against your legs, and you slowly lowered yourself into it, wincing at the feeling of cum dripping from both of your holes on the way down. Both men followed you in, Oikawa settling behind you and picking up soap to wash you with. He ran his hands through your now wet hair, his fingernails scratching your scalp gently. Meanwhile, Iwaizumi took out each of your limbs, scrubbing each with a soft towel coated in a sweet-smelling soap. He then turned to your core, running the towel over your heat then your bottom, coaxing any cum out that he could so you wouldn’t be sticky in the morning.

Soon, the three of you were clean and satiated, rising from the cooling water to be wrapped in soft towels to dry off. As Iwaizumi focused on drying your hair, Oikawa ran one of the towels over your body, leaving soft kisses across the skin of your legs, stomach, arms, neck, coming to stop on your chin just below your lips.

“This was a good idea, love, I’m glad you talked me into it,” he murmured before pressing his lips to yours gently. Your hands came up to caress his face, and you melted back against Iwaizumi, who stood behind you.

“Now let’s go to bed,” came the guard’s deep voice as it rumbled through your chest. You nodded, allowing them to lead you back to the bed on still shaky legs. They helped you up onto the mattress, heeding no mind to the slightly soiled sheets and just wanting to go to sleep. The servants would take care of it tomorrow. The two men followed you onto the bed, crawling to either side of you.

Oikawa laid down and pulled you into the crook of his shoulder as Iwaizumi waited for you to lay down before laying his head down on your chest. They were so warm and soft, and the feeling of being between them brought a full, loving feeling to your heart. This was where you belonged, this was where you were meant to be, not over in Karasuno. These two men would be your world for the rest of your life, and you were grateful for it. To have two to love instead of just one felt like a blessing from the gods, as it meant you’d have more love in return. So you lay there, in the arms of your new lovers, and had the best night’s sleep you’d ever had.

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