⤷ warnings: cursing, mature content and themes. smut: fingering (vaginal and anal), unprotected sex. kind of proof read but if you see a typo…no you didn’t.
⤷ word count: 6.4k
— a/n: set in the “FRESHMAN YEAR” universe, and is a continuation of “PRETTY IN PINK” - which i suggest reading before this. for those who wanted some real action after pretty in pink, this is for you <3.
— navi. | m.list
tagging: @tsumue @bootylikepeachy @chunhua-s
a couple of weeks had passed since the incident. at least that’s what you had been addressing the day you had sent photos of you modelling your new lingerie to iwa, as. things had seemingly returned back to normal, photo unmentioned, and still your steady friendship continued with the oblivious brunette.
and now november had announced its arrival, with your boots beginning to disappear under crunchy oceans of cherry, merigold and bronze, and the potent, musky-sweet smell of browning leaves swirling around the air. it was the tell tale sign that fall was well and truly here, and what better of a time to drive out of town for the day, and celebrate momijigari.
at least that’s what you had told yourself before, what was meant to be a two hour drive, turned into over three hours spent in a car with the oversized toddlers know as your best friends.
sike- i can't focus, i'm sending in my thirst!!🥺😩 just, @b0ba-chan match up messed me up so freaking much and all i can think about is semi semi (more than usual)
i just want to make out with my aesthetically pleasing boyfie who's damn jealous because he forced me to go out and a dude started flirting with me while semi was busy. i want him to be mad at me and just you know, mark me up in all the right and wrong places and have his beautiful fingers with cold silver rings explore my body and mayhaps choke me forcing my focus entirely on him. just do me, eita-san! happy birthday boy!
i'd bathe in holy water if i wasn't an atheist
for my wifey and baby, runa. happy birthday ily <3
semi loved to take his baby girl everywhere with him, especially to the high-end after parties he and his band were always invited to. you were just the sweetest thing, and he adored being able to show off how good his cute baby could be for him to everyone. yet tonight you had been anything but, flirting with that little fanboy right in front of him and his bandmates.
so what else was he meant to do except teach his naughty girl a lesson.
he had dragged you away, the metal of the rings he donned on his fingers digging into your wrist almost painfully, as he pulled you into a shadowed corridor of the vip lounge. semi wasted no time with forcing you back into the marbled walls, pressing his toned body right up against your own; parting your knees to accommodate his thigh between your legs.
“what was that all about, huh?
“w-what d’you mean, ei-”
a big, warm hand claimed itself around your lithe neck, fingers digging bruises into your skin. the other brushing over your collarbone; drawing a hot pathway down the side of your breast, leading downwards to squeeze your waist, before hitching your thigh to hook your leg around his hip.
“keep it here.” he gives you no chance to question his motive when suddenly he’s sliding his palm underneath the hem of your silk dress, toying with the crotch of your soaked panties. “oh so wet already? who’s this for?”
in a breathy moan you manage to hiss out, “you...s’for you...”
unsatisfied with your answer, semi moves your panties to the side; two fingers starting to tease the drooling slit of your cunny. craving his touch, you attempt to grind against his fingers, though he makes sure to deny any attention to your throbbing clit. desperate with the need for more, you resort to begging - he was never one to ignore what you wanted.
“please, e-eita, please...more, ah-!”
the hand around your neck reaches up to grab your jaw tightly, cutting you off, and smushing your cheeks together. whining as semi pulls his fingers away, he brings them up between the two of you, letting the rough pads of his fingers smear the pout of your bottom lip in your slick. his tall frame leans down to give you a peck, coating his own lips in your essence, and squeezing your cheeks one last time as he claims your mouth.
there’s nothing sweet about the kiss, its punishing, and possessive; his tongue swirling against your own, forcing you to taste yourself. each moan is swallowed by him, and when you try to wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer; he tangles his fingers into your hair and yanks your head back - a silver string keeping you connected. dark eyes take in how desperate you look, panting, waiting for him to give you what you want.
“hands to yourself.”
is all he says before he buries his face into the crook of your neck, plum love bites blooming across your sensitive skin as he marks you up. his hand finds its way back in between your plush thighs. humming in appreciation as he feels how wet you are, practically dripping down his hand, he slides two long fingers in your aching hole.
“f-ah-uck, eita!” you cry out.
“that’s right, baby, let everyone know who you belong to.”
the lewd squelching sounds of your cunny sucking up his long fingers, has you mewling and clenching around him even more. the thick digits were stretching you out, sliding so deep inside you that you could feel the cool metal of his platinum rings brush against the swollen lips of your entrance. when his thumb begins to rub slow circles on your sensitive nub, you’re at your wit’s end; a babbling mess that can barely keep yourself upright.
“eita! yesyesyesyes-!” just as the wound up coil in your belly is about to snap, semi completely pulls away from you. at the loss of support you fall to your knees, shaking thighs pressed together. “mmm, why wouldn’t you let me...?” you hiccup.
“you think naughty girls get to cum?”
all you can do is stare up at your boyfriend, tears brimming in your eyes at your ruined orgasm; and watch as he tugs his belt buckle loose with one hand. freeing himself, you come face to face with his pretty cock, its usual baby pink tip now an angry shade of red, twitching and leaking pre-cum. using his hand covered in your juices, he strokes himself, and shuffles closer to press himself against your smooth cheek.
“you wanna be my good girl again?” you nod your head eagerly, as a hiss escapes between semi’s clenched teeth. “then show me. go ahead and give me a kiss, baby. right there, just like that- fuck! you’re such a good girl.”
FOR THOSE WITHOUT THEIR SOULMATES ➽ HAJIME IWAIZUMI x READER
requested by: @aiiishiiiteru
➪ hmm mayhaps i could request some iwa fluff 👉👈 (ofc hehe), mmm maybe of him finally being able to confess how he feels to his best friend or anything fluffy with iwa please mwah 😚
genre: fluff
soulmate au: among the general population, only a select handful are born with soulmates. how do those without find love?
warnings: uhhhh this is my first time writing for iwa and i hope i did well for my darling wife nona 🥺 this reader insert will be neutral in appearance since it’s a request!
hajime iwaizumi isn’t one of the chosen few who are born with a soulmate. there’s no writing on his body, or special birthmarks, and he doesn’t hear whatever song his imaginary destined partner listens to. but that doesn’t stop his heart from racing whenever he thinks of you.
the you who put the stars in his night sky and danced under the moonlight with everything made of joy and happiness and unadulterated laughter. the you who sang the graces of the morning sun to him and played melodies of lavender meadows, where he could lose himself in everything that you had to offer. thoughts of you spin his world on its axis and pulls it along to a sweet tune that he can’t get enough of — the tune is every single word that falls from your lips, he latches on to them and drinks them up like the gospel itself. he considers, more than once, whenever he gets lost in your starlit eyes as you excitedly laugh about whatever you’re telling him; this must be what it’s like to have a soulmate. it must be the way your eyes shine with mirth and joyous laughter, the way it all sends bolts of electricity through his body. each and every part of him wants to hold you for longer than he’s allowed to as your best friend, and there are nights where he pictures himself crossing that blurred line and stepping into your court to kiss your hands, your cheeks, your nose and your lips. he’s hungry for everything that you’ll give him, but he hesitates, locks his hands in metal binds and ties them around his heart because he’s so afraid that if he does step into your court, that you’ll step away and put a divide between you. hajime iwaizumi loves you too much to consider losing you on his feelings, and so he seals them behind his lips and never dreams of showing them to your eyes that shine like midnight stars.
he exhales on a heavy breath, his body falling back into his mattress as the sappy kdrama’s credits play on. next to him is you, laying on your stomach to turn around and look back at him with a familiar grin that forms crescent moons on your eyes.
“so??” you urge eagerly, “what’d you think??”
he sighs once more, gazing at you from his comfortable place on his bed with his hands folded behind his head. he tries to ignore the fluttering of his heart at the sight of your smile, though it’s a losing battle as he sees you waiting for his answer. “i think,” he begins, lets his word hang in the air for dramatic suspense before he grins teasingly, “that you’re a hopeless romantic if you really enjoy stuff like this.”
he easily catches the pillow that you chuck at his head, his grin growing wider as he takes in your look of mock offense from his words. “it’s true!” he laughs, “it’s not like it’s anything new— you’ve always been like that!” he watches the way that you push your lower lip into a pout and tries his best not to let his heart run out of his chest. hajime iwaizumi wants to keep his affections for you a secret, but you make it harder for him to do so without even trying.
“well i take pride in my hopeless romantic lifestyle,” you huff, groaning with the effort it takes you to sit up and face him, legs folded beneath your body and arms pressing down into the mattress.
“oh yeah?” he rumbles with a chuckle on his lips. his gaze softens in something like a sleepy daze that causes your heart to flutter in your chest. he looks handsome like this, you think; he looks at you as if you’re the most precious thing in the world, and it causes the affections that you’ve been fighting down since high school to stir around inside your stomach and threaten to pour from your lips. iwaizumi’s right about you — you are a hopeless romantic, and you’re hopelessly in love with your best friend.
you pout, feigning annoyance as you turn your head away with a ‘hmph!’ hajime’s quick to recognize the beginnings of your pettiness and shuts it down quickly by wrapping his arms around your midsection, pulls you into his chest as your laughter rings out inside his room. he revels in the sound of it as his fingers dance around your sides, drawing more sounds of innocent happiness from you as you topple on top of him. “what was that?” he hums over your giggles, easily thwarting your playful resistance and turning you over on your back. he straddles your lower body with his legs and resumes his attack. “still wanna catch an attitude with me? hm?”
tears form on your eyes from your laughter as you push at his stomach, admiring the hard feel of his abs in the back of your mind as your cheeks begin to redden with all your giggling. “i wasn’t—” you gasp, “i wasn’t having an attitude!”
iwaizumi paused momentarily, allowing you to catch your breath beneath him. your face is flushed and your hair’s a mess; your lashes are wet with your joyful tears as you desperately swallow what air he’s allowing you to. the thought that comes to him is intrusive and causes his mind to hit against a sudden wall: you look absolutely blissed out.
he recognizes the danger and quickly tries to withdraw, moving to lay next to you instead of straddling your waist as naturally as he could manage. “uh-huh, sure—” the words are lost on his tongue, stolen by a moment of surprise when you suddenly push against his shoulders, climbing on top of him with vengeance gleaming in your eyes. confusion sounds dull beneath the sound of blood rushing through his body when your hands try to mimick his earlier ministrations on his sides, though as he recognizes what you’re trying to do, he grows a smug grin when your own smile falters slightly.
“huh?” you sound out. your fingers pause when you don’t get the reaction you sought for. there’s no panic or uncontrolled laughter that comes from the man beneath you, no pleas for mercy like you imagined hearing. there’s only hajime’s wide lipped smile that’s full of all the confidence that you’ve seen on the court, when he knows a set comes directly to his open palm for him to steal a victory. “huh??” you complain again.
“(y/n),” he smirks, propping himself up on his elbows, pretends that his face isn’t as close to yours as it appears to be in that moment. he feels the hunger and yearning for you turning in his chest like giant waves against the ocean cliff, but for these few seconds, hajime iwaizumi wants to be selfish. he wants to believe that the light shining in your (e/c) eyes isn’t just an illusion; that the reflection of the years he spend pining over you isn’t just a figment of his wishful imagination. in this moment, hajime can pretend that you love him too. he realizes too late that his broad grin has melted into something tender that pulls at your heart, and his next words come out on a whisper that he’s so scared to let out, for fear that it would break the fragile air that had settled around the pair of you. “i’m not ticklish.”
“you’re not?” the question you give to him is redundant, though every intelligent thought has long since faded from your mind, leaving behind nothing but the sight of the boy you love looking up at you as if gravity’s pulling him into you. right now, the green colour of his eyes are like emeralds in the darkness of his room, the light from his laptop causing them to glow so beautifully that you forget how to breathe. when your mouth opens, you’re certain that he can hear your heart crying out for him beneath the breaking in your voice as you breathe out a helpless “oh.”
the world slows, trickles until it stops, leaving the both of you in a pocket of time where the only thing that the only thing you hear is your hearts beating in tandem. the bump, bump, bump that bounces from your chest to his, the rushing of blood that sings on ballads and romance melodies, his eyes that pull you in and tangle you up in red strings, it’s enough to overwhelm you and drown your senses. it’s so much, it’s too much that it causes your eyes to sting behind unshed tears that blur his face beneath you. you don’t know why he’s leaning forward, but you don’t think too much of it when you meet him halfway — you can’t think about how’s of why’s when your lips are touching his, just like you’d imagine them doing so many times before. you feel your world tilting on its axis and something explodes inside your chest, your entire body feels as if it lights up with an all consuming flame as his mouth moves against yours. your breath vanishes on winter’s winds and leaves you desperate for air, desperate for more of him when your hands reach out for his face to pull him even closer. everything you’ve felt, every moment you’ve spent loving him is poured out from between your lips and he drinks it up like a man whose walked through the desert, like you’re the oasis that he’s been reaching out to for so long that the taste of you burns him deliciously. his heart sings your name in praise and glory when he pulls away from you, and he finds himself wanting so much more from you when he catches the sight of (e/c) fire that burns on embers in your eyes.
“oh...”
he can’t fight the smile that takes over his face at your weak voice. it’s hard to build his thoughts into anything comprehensible when he’s struggling to breathe again, basking in your weight on top of him and his arms locked unto your waist. your gaze on him is dazed, as if you’re wrapped up in a dream, wrapped up in him, and you look so perfect, so unreal, that he wonders if it’s a dream. “oh,” he echoes; his voice sounds deeper and rumbles with something that makes your body tremble. you burn with the feeling of it, you let it erase logic from your mind as you melt into his searing gaze.
“so, uh,” you stutter, “are we—” the words trap themselves inside your throat, hiding behind your lips as if speaking them would break you from this moment in time and cast you out from an illusion you don’t want to wake up from.
iwaizumi lifts one hand to hold your cheek, he runs his thumb across the reddening skin and smiles when your own hand comes up to hold on to him. the picture is so tender, so sweet and filled with the love that the both of you feel for each other; here in his room, nothing exists outside of the both of you, your world becomes iwaizumi and (y/n). “do you want to be?” he asks you gently. he hopes that you don’t notice the way he holds his breath and anticipates the words that you’ll say next, fearing that he’ll hear a rejection despite the way that you’re looking at him right now as if he held your heart in the palm of his hands.
he feels his breath escape on a single sigh when you nod, tears glistening in your eyes as you squeeze his hand. it’s so surreal to him, how within these passing seconds, he’s suddenly acquiring everything he’s ever wanted. it’s as if he only blinked and you’ve somehow become his on a single breath, and it causes his head to spin, he feels as if he’s been swept off his feet and tumbles past the softness of his mattress. he’s holding you so closely, the world in his hands and he can only laugh when you press your lips to his again. everything feels right, as if it’s all slotted into place around him and built a universe out of star-kissed dreams and galaxies that shine brighter than the sun. you are his galaxy, the woman who spins his world on its axis and pulls him into her each time.
he decides, as he holds your body and falls with his devotion, that even if he doesn’t have someone’s name printed on his body, or even if there’s no red string that connects him to someone halfway across the world, that he wouldn’t want a soulmate if it wouldn’t be you.
tadaaa!!! so i added a small twist to the original request to add it to the soulmate universe but for the most part i stayed true to it! writing for iwa like this made my heart a lil softer for him ngl 🤧 nona you have excellent taste in men. honestly iwa would be such a sweet boyfriend — i picture him as a place of comfort and someone who would always be there no matter what, like i don’t know how to explain it but.......... he’s quietly reliable? he won’t always declare it like someone like daichi or asahi would, but you’re always aware that he’ll be there for whatever you need him for, like he reminds you in small ways without actually meaning to push that point. he reassures you without trying to!
this is part of a series, so please send me an ask or dm if you’d like to be apart of a taglist! i’m currently taking request for haikyuu characters and soulmate au’s, so please come and leave your requests for those as well! thank you for reading! ♡
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Hello! Can I request relationship hc with Iwaizumi pls? Your writing is awesome 👉🏼👈🏼
here it is, i hope you liked it, and thank you so much that’s too sweet🥺
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Iwaizumi Hajime Relationship HeadCanons ❦
oh my god iwa
he allwayyysss smells good asf i don’t know how tf he does it, does he always have cologne with him? like wut?
you have so many of his shirts and hoodies and like you only ever asked for one (1) and he gave you like 25
if he’s out on a walk and notices any pretty flowers he will pick one and bring it to you and place it on your hair
you ended up always wearing his jersey or his volleyball jacket when you go to his games and every time he sees you his heart just melts
he could see you in his clothes a thousand times but he will never not get blushy when he sees you in them AWEEEE
little kisses all the time
he doesn’t really mind PDA, but he kind of keeps it to a minimum, because he wants to be the only one that sees you when you guys are being intimate
but he will sneak you little kisses everywhere, your face, your head, you shoulder
he knows exactly what your favorite drink is when you guys go out and he always gets it for you HE’S SO THOUGHTFUL IM SO JEALOUS
since dating iwaizumi is kind of a package deal with oikawa along, oikawa is somehow almost always around
and you guys NEVER hear the end of it
oikawa is always teasing you guys about how cute you two are and how his “little boy” has grown up so much flkdsjf
you ended up being good friends with oikawa but iwa gets grumpy when you’re with him too long because he thinks oikawa is extra annoying when you’re hanging out with him slfjdskl
if you ever feel frustrated and sad or anything he’s always there, he will pull you into somewhere where it’s only you two and he will just hold you and talk to you for as long as it takes for you to feel better
and he’ll play with your hair too which feels so good~
you’re the only one that gets to see iwa act as an actual crackhead and it’s the most hilarious thing ever oh my god
just seeing him be serious when out and then when it’s just you two and he starts being all silly with you, it’s so cute
i don’t know why im adding this but he knows how to braid hair, he just does
his mom shows you embarrassing childhood pictures of him every time you visit and he gets so embarrassed JKLSFJS
Reader: F
Character: Tōru Oikawa
Rating: E
Summary: You go to a Halloween party with your boyfriend Oikawa. You both drink and when you go to touch up your make up, he corners you. He wants more than just alcohol and candy.
Warning: Bathroom Sex, Drunk Sex, Smut, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Halloween
Tip Jar 🍸 | Ask Box: Open
Kink-o-ween: Day One, Day Two, Day Three, Day Four, Day Five, Day Six, Day Seven
✗ REQUEST: may i request a lil text fic of yn having the most juiciest 🍑 and taking pics in her lingerie to send to her female friends so they can help pic out which one is the prettiest but she accidently sends them to her best friend and crush iwa and how that would go?????
— iwaizumi hajime.
⤷ genre: college au - fluff (?) / crack (?)
⤷ warnings: suggestive / mature themes, cursing, and a photo thirst trap photo (?), also iwa talking about masturbating over your photo
⤷ word count: 2.8k
— a/n: for my big booty anon i would sell my soul for 🍑💖
this is set in the same universe as freshman year, so feel free to give it a read if you’d like!!
— navi. | m.list
life after meeting your boys had changed your daily routine in the best way. not a minute went by that wasn’t filled with the familiar craziness you had grown on.
free time was spent humouring mattsun by shifting the couches in their apartment around and engaging in a wrestling match, originally stemming from a fight the two of you had over the last slice of cake a month ago; the current score was an even tie of 14-14 though you had plans to take the lead. when it came to makki, he was more than happy to indulge on your self-care days; he’d even take part in your skincare routine, let you paint his nails, and liked it when you made smoothies to sip on while the two of you waited for your clay masks to dry. every other week was dedicated to retouching his roots with pink hair dye.
other days, you were set up on your bed; under the soft covers, stash of snacks next to you, while your laptop rested on your lap. and at exactly three a.m. you would receive an incoming call from, oikawa. since it would be three p.m. in argentina, he’d take to sitting out on his balcony, basking in the sun and interrogating you on the relationship, or lack thereof, you had with his dear iwa-chan.
speaking of sweet, gorgeous iwa - in your biased and majorly crushing opinion, hanging out with him was your favourite. though you’d never be heard saying that around anyone. just last week he’d all but solidified your love for him even more, when the two of you were up late, binge watching a new sci-fi show that caught iwa’s attention, and he got up to make you some coffee when you started to feel sleepy.
“here we go, coffee with two sugars for the pretty lady.” the warmth you felt run over your body settled before you grabbed at the steaming cup. taking a sip you realised you’d never told iwa how many sugars you preferred, and after asking him, you watched his faint blush bloom under the harsh light of the t.v. screen. “heh, i don’t know…just noticed it, i guess.”
but as much as you loved the guys, there were just some things you couldn’t do with them. things that required a strictly girls-only day out.
Saturdays were spent lounging around the house. Late homecooked breakfasts, light cleaning or grocery runs, midday naps, and a relaxing evening. Once a month, Mattsun’s old volleyball friends would all hang out, and this time they were coming over to yours for a movie marathon. You cleaned a little more in your living room and kitchen than normally while Mattusn picked up some snacks. You finished the final touches, lighting a candle as he opened the door. After putting the goods away, he collapses on the couch next to you.
“Not only did I not get a nap today, we barely saw each other since breakfast.” He wasn’t pouting but you knew he just wanted a kiss to feel better. You were in the same boat, Mattsun’s presence was very obviously missing from today’s routine. You didn’t have to account for his larger figure when walking down your narrow hallways. You had to climb on the counter to grab something from the top shelf that he already knows to get down when you start cleaning.
The clock is ticking in the background, counting down the minutes until his friends get here, but neither of you hears it as you move to straddle him. A goofy grin adorns both of your faces as you give him a kiss on each cheek and then his lips. “Do I taste red bean mochi on your lips? The snacks you bought are for later, Issei. ”
just a question who do you think is the type to smell their s/o's sweater or something when they get off and who would tell them 👀👀
ngl this is actually really hot. imo i gotta say kuroo and oikawa just because that makes sense ykyk but i also think akaashi and/or sakusa would love to smell your sweater while they pump their cock in their bathroom just thinking about you being all smiley in the sweater they’re nuzzling their noses into, imaging it was you who was stroking their length.
A/n: I got this ask in my other acc but ngl this is kinda hot so imma write a little drabble for you mwah
— He knew it was wrong. And he felt so dirty for doing it, but he couldn’t really help it.
You see, he imagined the first time sleeping with his s/o being all sweet and cute. With y’all nuzzling into each other and cuddling while absentmindedly mumbling random things to the other as you drifted to sleep. Not him getting a hard on while spooning you as you quietly snored on the other end.
Wet dreams weren’t a normal thing for him. But when they happened, they were often too intense. Leaving him with a massive hard on that usually didn’t go away unless he treated it, (if he hadn’t cum in his sleep already). And of course he’d be blessed with one the first time he got to cuddle his s/o, of course.
But what he was feeling the most guilty for, was for uncontrollably rubbing against your lower back/ass without you noticing. He couldn’t help it, he did it on accident while he was trying to get comfortable and it felt so good that now he just couldn’t stop. And before he realized he was already so close to cumming while he erratically moved his hips against you.
He was biting his lips so hard to prevent himself for making any noises that could wake you up. His grip on your waist tighening as he gave two last trusts before cumming. His orgasm being so intense that he almost moaned your name out loud.
The shame for doing something so dirty to your sleeping figure washed over him as he detached himself from you. Getting off the bed to clean himself and any evidence of his sinful 3am antics.
How Bokuto, Kenma, Kuroo, Tsukishima would convince their shy s/o to let them go down on them. >:-)
Bokuto Koutarou x Reader
Kozume Kenma x Reader
Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader
Tsukishima Kei x Reader
Requested: For Anon~ I really liked writing this one, I enjoy how it came out!! Oddly enough this took me longer to write than the paper I had to finish this weekend HAHAHA,,, I wonder what that says about me…. not too much I hope! Ahh I hope there aren’t too many errors, I apologize but my ass is so tired right now and I am bad at spelling!! HAHAH….
You let out a long sigh yet again with your back grazing against the bed sheet, soft moans escaping your lips as Sugawara continues his soft, steady thrusts into you. “Are you okay?”
Yes, one of the reasons why you fell in love with Sugawara Koushi is his gentle heart and kind demeanor. With him life is always vibrant, your heart always feels light and warm, like a warm spring air in the coldest winter day. Yes, you absolutely love his adoration towards you, always treating you like a queen and always making sure you feel loved and cared for.
But no, it doesn’t mean that you want him to see you as a fragile porcelain that might break if he handles you with less care. You’ve heard the talks amongst the teachers in the school, you were there when they talked about how scary and strict Sugawara was as a teacher. You’ve seen him multiple times in the detention room, his eyebrows furrowed and gaze as sharp as knife, settling himself on the edge of the table with arms crossed over his chest. You hate yourself for staring for far too long, for pressing your thighs together to relief the heat forming in between your thighs, and for fantasising such an inappropriate scene on a schoolground. The mere thought of his hands gripping onto your hips so tight that they will leave a mark as red as the small bruises on your neck, his hips jerking in and out of you so vigorously that his shape is engraved into your body; you want this side of Sugawara in the bedroom, the feral side that you know is somewhere deep within an undisclosed part of him.
Instead there he is, lazy thrusts and gentle kisses and the never-ending string of are you okay with his soft gaze lingering on your face. You don’t want to come across as rude, but that was the third time he had asked you the same question within the past two minutes and you are simply frustrated. With a tug of his hair you pull his face towards yours, crashing your lips on his for a feverish kiss as you groan into his mouth. Surprised at your sudden action he tries to pull back, but your arms around his neck are saying otherwise as you pull him in even closer to deepen the kiss.
But despite how desperate you are to deliver your message across, your lungs are screaming for air and you are forced to pull away from him, a loud moan escaping your lips whilst gasping for air. With flushed cheeks you look at him with fire in your eyes and anticipation is killing you with every rise and fall of your chest. But when he looks at you with eyes full of confusion and hesitance, you are simply at a loss for words.
“Don’t you get it?” A frustrated sigh escapes you amidst the short puffs of breath falling off your lips. Sugawara looks at you but looks away after a brief second; a habit of his that he is not aware of, but one that you have come to understand over the years of being together with him. He is an attentive person, after all, very observant of everything around him and always capable of reading any situation. You know that he knows, and the fact that he’s been deliberately avoiding it is making you even more frustrated.
“I don’t wanna hurt you,” he answers the question you have yet to ask him, but your response is a mere push on his shoulders so that he’s now lying down on the mattress.
“Forget about that.” His length is rock hard against his abdomen and you slowly wrap your fingers around it, swirling your tongue on its tip while locking eyes with him. “Just fuck me like you mean it.”
The feeling of your warm mouth around his erection is incredible, his hips jerking upwards involuntarily along with a loud hiss off his lips. He tastes salty, a mix of both of your juices and his, but you take it all in anyway, swallowing as much as you can and using your hand to stroke the neglected part. You love how his body trembles beneath you and how he’s slowly breaking apart underneath your touch, or how his fist finds your hair to get a clear view of your messy face as you struggle to take in his cock.
“You wanted this, right?” he asks you through gritted teeth while rutting his upwards into your mouth. He twitches inside of you, growing even bigger when he hits the back of your mouth and your gag reflex takes over. “Fuck, on all fours baby.”
You let go with a loud pop and with a loud thumping of your heart, giving his cock a few vigorous strokes before settling on your hands and knees. The cocky smirk on your lips is one that Sugawara will never forget, and as petty as it may sound, he wants to get rid of that grin and make you regret your decision. “Remember, you wanted this.”
And that was the last thing you heard before he is fully sheathed inside of you, unable to control the choked groan from leaving his throat as his cock stretches your walls. You press your face deep into the pillow to muffle your scream and your hands are gripping the bedsheet so tightly as the pleasure only builds up with each thrust of his hips. But Sugawara, unknown to you, has a different plan in mind while looking down at you with a sinister grin on his face.
His hand lands harshly on your ass and you let out a loud yelp, whipping your head around and glaring at him through your hazy eyes. “That’s what I wanna hear,” he chuckles, continuing his thrusts into you as he rubs the forming red spot with the palm of his hand.
“I want it louder than that, though.” Another hard smack on your ass and this time your loud yelp comes out as a desperate moan. He groans from behind you, feeling the sudden contract of your pussy around his cock as he lolls his head back and increases the tempo of his hips. He supposes this is the positive side of containing his desires for a fairly long time, because right now every single vein in his body is bursting with lust for you, for your cry of pleasure, for your scream of his name as you come undone underneath him.
“Fuck, I knew you’d like this.” By the third harsh landing on your ass you can no longer contain your desperate cry of his name. The sting on your skin is like fire, but it oddly amplifies the pleasure you’re feeling as Sugawara’s hips falter, hitting all the right spots in you as his cock prods your g-spot.
“Yeah? Louder, baby.” You don’t even bother bracing yourself for the next harsh impact on your skin and you let yourself drown in ecstasy, loud cries of his name rolls off your lips as you bring your thumb to rub vigorous circles on your clit. The building fire in the pit of your stomach clouds your mind and the next few seconds pass by like a blur. His tight grip on your hips goes beyond the fantasies you’ve been having, and by now you surely have remembered the shape of his cock with his unforgiving thrusts into your sopping cunt.
And then you lose control of everything as waves of pleasure takes over your body, a string of cuss words rolling off your mouth like a waterfall while trying to embrace the pleasure that’s slowly becoming too much. Sugawara groans loudly, satisfied with how you scream out his name, although he’s unsure if they are cries of pleasure or desperation, or perhaps both. The way his length slides in and out of you is the final trigger of his approaching orgasm and with one hard thrust he buries his cum deep inside of you, painting your walls white and marking you as his. You take a sneaky peak with one eye at how his face contorts in pleasure and how beautiful he looks when he throws his head back, his mouth slightly parted as he groans loudly into the night.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks after a while, and you silently note on how impressed you are with his duality.
“No,” you retort back, a mischievous grin on your lips. “I can handle more than that.”
You were a mess underneath him, worn out from all of the stimulation your boyfriend had already put you through. You were panting, mouth dry and chest heaving. To Kuroo, the worn- and blissed-out look on your face, covered in sweat was the most beautiful sight in the world.
He had never felt more content. Your warm walls still wrapped around his cock after your high, his still waiting to come, slick dripping down onto the sheets, the smell of sweat and arousal filling the air, your skin on his. Softly, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, stroking your sides.
“Kitten, you with me?“
All you could muster up was a whine, not even fully realising what he had said. Your mind was foggy and warm, like you were wrapped in one big, cuddly blanket. Was Kuroo finished yet? Was he even doing anything? You didn’t even notice him stilling his movements after your high, letting you come down and relax a little.
Kuroo smiled down at you. The biggest compliment you could give him was this. Letting him be so intimate with you, trusting him so much to still let him fuck you even after you were so far gone. He had been taken aback the first time you told him he didn’t have to stop after you were so blissed out but he quickly found out just how much he liked it.
“Kitten.“ His hand ranked around your neck softly, catching your attention. Weakly, you opened your eyes, a smile appearing as they met his, looking down at you with love and adoration. His fingers stoked the skin behind your ears, earning him a hum from you.
Tilting your head back ever so slightly, he murmured “Open up, kitten.“
Without even thinking about it, you complied, waiting for him to do what he had planned.
Had you not have been so far gone you would have noticed his cock twitching inside of you at the sight of his Kitten being so good and nice to him, complying without even knowing what for, trusting him so much. He relished in the sight of you, memorising every detail before leting down, his hand moving from your throat to gently cup your jaw, keeping it open as he let a drop of his own salvia drip down onto your sweet, little tongue.
He was planning on going easy on you after such an intense orgasm, he really was. But hearing your let out a gaps, smile and swallow his spit so willingly just drove his hips foward, hilting himself fully inside of you - and earning him another happy gasp as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
“Kitten, I.. I‘m gonna -“
“It‘s okay - You can do whatever you want, I want you to c–“
Maybe it was good that he started moving already. Had he heard you babble about how you wanted him to cum inside of you he really might have gone crazy.
