#daddy iwa

[mymegumi]

y’all what if i wrote for hq again. what would u do. would i die on the spot????

[uc1wa]

atsumu COME HOME

[iwaasfairy]

IWA HARSH PUSSY SLAPPPPSSS OR FINGERINGGGG

a/n. yea I made it dad iwa and also some oc bullshit fucking suE ME but it’s good i like this one yeAAAA I hope you enjoy BBYYYYY I know I liked writing it hahahHAHA

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tw. incest, dad x daughter, single dad iwa, reader’s a brat, obv age gap, size stuff implied, pussy slapping, (hard-ish) dom iwa, brat taming, noncon voyeurism, it’s a family affair, solo masturbation, jealousy wc. 3k

iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader, iwaizumi eiji and hitoshi x fem!reader

Its not his business that you’re a total nympho. Frankly, he could care less. Hitoshi’s eyes flick from under his baseball cap to the older sibling’s smug, almost accomplished smile when he runs a hand through his head of hair, before shaking some of the excess water out. The lighter brunet chuckles. “Our little sister’s laying on a towel with her tits out in the Oikawa’s backyard.”

“Dad’s over there, ain’t he?” Hitoshi responds, already back to scrolling mindlessly through Reddit to cure some of his boredom. Head of the Iwaizumi house said to ‘go outside for a bit’ so here he is, sweating his ass off in the lawn chair. What you’re up to really is none of his concern. Really. Eiji only smiles.

“And what? You think he’s gonna tell her off? Be for real for a second, Tosh.” There’s a look on Eiji’s face. Mixed in under the amusement and the bolstering, there’s something a bit tense. Impatient, and though he’d sooner die than admit it, Hitoshi recognises the glint that sits in the slight scrunch of his nose. He’s jealous. Yeah, you’re the type of little sister who gets away with having your tits out while they’re supposed to pretend not to see it. After sloppily patting himself dry with one of the towels, the oldest sibling slaps his phone out of his hands to grunt. “Get up.”

He responds before he thinks. “Fuck you, bitch.”

But it doesn’t bother his brother, who only tosses the towel back onto the table. “Stop intellectualising it and get up. You wanna get a look too, right? Dad’s over there right now to keep an eye on our little sister, and no one else is home. What do you think’s gonna happen.”

+

The sun’s so nice on your bare skin, glowing heat onto you and making you feel so sleepy and dazed. You’re all housesitting, which means access to the ridiculously nice pool of the Oikawa’s — and a secluded garden where you’re free to do whatever the fuck you want. The low voice is the only thing interrupting the peace. Daddy. “Babe. What do you think you’re doing?”

Your hat’s covering most of your view, but if you crack open one eye you can just about make out the way your dad crosses his arms over his wide chest, wife beater clinging a bit too tight to his muscular form. You push your lips out. “Sunbathing.”

��Put something on.” He sounds a bit tight, like he’s gotta clear his throat. Good.

“Why though?” You lift the hat up with one finger to look up further, see the slightly flushed visage of your father as he eyes you down. He’s a bit sweaty, yard work, and now has all his attention aimed at you. “I can’t get warm evenly all over if I do. Besides, no one’s home, and no one’s gonna look at me. The only people who can see into the yard is us, and Hitoshi nii’s not going to crawl out of his dungeon to spy on me, I promise you.”

It stays quiet for a few seconds as he takes in your words, before he sighs. Frowns just a bit, as he lets his eyes glide down your body just once. Enough to have his jaw clench, though. “I’m working here.” Then, after a bit more thought, he forces out the rest of the words. “You’re distracting.”

“Daddy~ please~” you start though, now pushing off the hat completely and wrapping your arm around yourself in mock-modesty. You have no intention of actually covering up. And looking at the way he’s breathing and already sweaty, he doesn’t actually want you to cover up either. “Nobody’s home. It’s fine. Please?” His olive green eyes flick to the way you’re pushing up your tits with your arms now, and those swimming trunks start feeling a bit tight on him if the way he shifts is anything to go by. The intense look would’ve scared you off before, but… well, it isn’t the first time you’ve gotten away with worse.

It also probably won’t be the last. “Once the sun is gone I’ll cover up to go back into the pool out front, promise.” You smack your lips, and give him those big puppy eyes that he seems to love so much. “Ei nii’s out there and I don’t want him to get an eyeful anyway.” You roll onto your side to send him your best smile. “Only trust you like that, daddy~” You’re audacious, a brat, but only because you know that gets him going. Wouldn’t do it this way if he really didn’t like it. When you go to lay back down with closed eyes, you can already hear him move in the grass.

A slight line works its way between your brows at that, at the idea that he’d walk away from you. But then a warm palm wraps around your arm to pin it beside your head on the towel, and you can feel the heat of him getting onto his heels beside you. Your breathing hitches, but you force yourself to keep your eyes closed. “Trust me to do what, exactly?” He rasps.

His other hand comes to your shoulder to push his thumb in, nice and hard, and works a moan out of you before you can think— working his way down in circles that pull goosebumps out of you. “What’s all this show really for? To make your big brothers jealous? Hm?” He gets close enough for the whispered voice to tickle your neck, hot thigh pressed against your waist before he places the other on your other side, straddling you. “You think that you can ‘daddy’ all your problems away? That if you look at me sweetly enough I’ll give?”

“I- didn’t-” your voice hitches when his mouth drags over your pulse, slight stubble and warm lips leaving kisses all down the length if it. The heat of the sun on your naked chest only makes the almost touch more irritable and itchy, and you have to fight the urge to just curl your body up against him already. “Didn’t want my big brothers to see. Wanted -you to.” When he noses at your collarbone you try to find your voice, and worm your wrist out of his grip to reach for his hair. “Wanted daddy to play with me again. I’ve been waiting since yesterday. Please.”

You can’t help but think back to last weekend, grinding down on his thigh with his fingers down your throat. Panties coated in stickiness and your entire body trembling with exhaustion. He laves soft mouthed kisses onto your throat enough to have you shaking now, too. But Hajime’s nothing if not consistent, as he noses the side of your breast and his hands slide down to squeeze your waist. “You know that I can’t, right?” He always says that.

You can’t help but laugh, humourlessly, and tug softly at the hair trapped between your fingers. “Then why are you?” And he is. As soon as he gets near enough, you arch your back automatically, still clenching your eyes closed. If you look now, the image will haunt you every day for the rest of summer. You’ll need daddy’s hands on you until you can’t go any more. Your tit is pushed against his cheeks because of your motion, and he groans a low, rumbling sound against your body. You can feel the heat of his bulge through his shorts. “Did you get jealous that Eiji might’ve seen me? Even a little?”

A second passes, before he finally grunts. “Fuck, yeah.” His mouth comes to your tits, tongue rubbing over hardened nipples too well, too knowingly. Knowing your daddy’s had other women before could make you green with envy, but he feels so good. His mouth, and hands feel so fucking good. Good enough to cry about it, trapped under his broad, heavy form as he squeezes and sucks your tits. “You’re a headache, you know that? Do you feel what you do to me?”

“Mhm.” You nod, panting, squirming under him. His hardening cock pushes against your thigh as you roll your hips, and he leaves impatient lovebites all over your tits. “Daddy.. d-daddy. Want you.” He’s so big and hot and heavy against you any time you get this close, it’s not your fault. You’re only a headache because he made you one. The clothed grinding against his covered, hard cock leaves your pussy awfully wet and sticky. Your breaths short. “Don’t you wanna- s-show your boys who your daughter belongs to, daddy?”

Your eyes shoot open when a sharp sting jerks your body, spreading through the flesh of your tit before he laves his tongue over the ridges where his teeth dug in. He clicks his tongue while grinding your other nipple between his fingers, making your bottom lip wobble. It feels so good, he always does. It’s not your fault. “Stop tempting me to make you regret your little stunt.” Your teary eyes meet his, dark and predatory before he pushes himself up, and yanks you closer by your thighs. “Legs up on my shoulders.”

“But-“

“Legs.” He says again, lower. You do, let him help your ass up to his mouth and reposition you so he’s level with your cunt. Your pussy clenches around nothing as he blows on your clit through the fabric, and only one hand keeps wrapped like a vice around your thigh to stabalize you. “I don’t wanna hear anything except how good it feels. Understood?”

You nod, before thinking better of it and speaking up. “Yes.” Fuck, it’s hot. He’s hot. You’re about to melt into a puddle with his face between your legs. He pushes your bikini bottoms aside with rough fingertips before pushing in. And you gasp, doing everything not to whine already. As his nose pushes against your sensitive clit, his lips find yours to leave a wet kiss on the opening, and he pushes his tongue against your sloppy lips without another warning. It’s already too much.

“Agh- d-daddy. You feel g- gh-ud.”

The big, hot tongue pushing you open, makes you grind against him while blood rushes both to your cunt and your head. His other hand flicks over your enterance a few times instead, before two thick fingertips push inside you, slow at first. He makes a show out of bottoming them out, and you can feel the way he smiles when it makes your pussy squelch. His tongue flicks over your clit hard and fast, before sucking. “Fuck, you’re so- good- g-good to me. Daddy!”

“Mhm.” The blood makes your ears ring. It makes you so dizzy it’s impossible to see much past daddy’s face and how good he looks, rubbing his tongue in rough motions over your pussy. He’s licking and licking and licking against your clenching muscles so good it’s almost unbelievable. The rough friction of his chin and stubble against your pussy, the way he nibbles just right at your clit, it’s all too much. It’s too much because it’s daddy— because he knows what he’s doing.

“D-daddy!”

You mewl as you curl your body against him and the push to your clit gets even better. Too good. You’re so sweaty his hand slips on your thigh, instead pulling you back by your heel and yanking you back up, right as your toes curl. His face is making a mess between your legs, and your mouth hangs open. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He- he’s already gonna make you cum. Sweat rolls down your back as your juices run down his chin and he buries himself as deep as he can, groaning your name into your pussy. “That’s my pretty girl, there you go.”

Your thighs squeeze around him and your eyes open through your tears, desperately searching for the eye contact you need to get there. But maybe because he knows you, he pulls back and drops you back down by your legs, spreading them by his thighs. “No, no- daddy pleas-uhh~ I wanna cum.”

“You’re coming on my cock.” He snaps back, before pushing you open more and slapping your pussy with a flat palm. “That alright with you, miss princess?” He says it like it’s an insult. For a moment, it does feel like it. Your mouth snaps shut against the cry you wanna let out, as his hand lands again before you can react. You jerk against the sting, clench your legs closed around his hand, but he pushes them back open to do it again. And again, and again, until slick is dripping down to your ass and your clit is tingling and swollen. You could burst out into a sobbing fit any second. “Can I do what I gotta do to get you there now?”

“Yes,” you sniffle back instantly, and open your eyes at him. Thick tears sit on your vision at it, you can’t help it. It’s all his fault you’re this way anyway. Your thighs wobble before your bottom lip does, and it’s this that makes him sigh.

“Aw, babe, shhhh— I’m sorry.” He takes only a moment to pull his shirt over his head, then gets back over you to wipe away the thick tracks. It doesn’t do much against the tears that keep coming, but it’s ok. It’s much better when you can place your hands to his bare chest and feel his heartbeat through your palms, reach up to kiss him. He tastes like you, and you suck on his tongue until he moans into the kiss. When he pulls back, that hot, big palm cups your cheek. “Was that mean?”

“I deserved it.” His dialated eyes search yours for a moment, before he kisses you back another few times. The tingling ache between your legs remains, but there’s a pit in your stomach that becomes more demanding again. “Please keep going?”

“Take me out.” Your hands instantly glide down his body at the order, hooking two fingers around the elastic band before pulling. Pulling down until you reveal the trail of pubic hair that leads down to his thick, flushed cock and down further. Down until the fabric can no longer hold him back from bobbing up against his stomach and he lets out a deep breath. You pull a little more to get a glimpse of his fat, heavy balls too, before daddy grunts and places both elbows by your head again. “Lead my cock inside you like a good girl, hm?”

“Uhuh.” Gladly. Your fingers reach for him, touching the dripping head first. Pre gets all over your fingertips, and you truly can’t stop yourself from putting two fingers inside your mouth with a whimper. Your hands return to squeeze around the head, need both to reach and stroke down a few times. Not that he needs it. He’s hard enough to feel his heartbeat through the skin, thick cock twitching as you shuffle around to line up. “‘s big.”

“It’s big to make you feel good.” He agrees, kisses your temple, and bucks into your palm. “Go on.” You line him up with a deep breath, before blinking your long lashes up at him with your lip between your teeth. The head kisses your hole as he hums, slides your slick around on the puffy mushroom head a few times before pushing in. “Ugh-always forget,” he grunts lowly, biceps bulging as he holds himself above you, “how fucking tight you are. My little baby.”

He starts rocking himself inside you bit by bit, and you can’t help but drag your nails along his flexing back to hang on. “Ah, ah, agh, daddy. You’re- so- big.” You throw your head back, and pant, tears still wobbling. You’re no longer sad though. Your pussy’s being forced open too big, too- fucking wide for you to clench around him properly- but it feels so good. He feels so fucking good, oh God. You want to fuck daddy all summer. You want him to never, ever stop.

+

Hitoshi’s so fucking hot it makes it hard to see straight. Cum’s gotten on his shirt, all over his hand, and he’s got boxers full of cum running down his fucking thigh. While his cock’s still hard and red in his fist as he forces his own hips not to buck. He can just barely hear your whines echo over the field to where they’re hiding— and you sound, predictably, just like how he imagined you do. You look good. Fuck, he’s sure you’d look just as good under him, but instead you’re clinging flushed faced, tits bouncing to your dad with his greying temples and letting yourself get used.

You’re pathetic, honestly. But he’s also not fucking blind. His cock twitches hard in his hand, and his other hand comes to cover the flared head as if that’ll keep a third load in. He’s trying to hold it so hard that he’s panting, balls pulling up to his body.

“Think she’ll let me eat the cum out of her when dad leaves?” Eiji’s pumping his cock without shame like there’s no tomorrow, getting drops of hot, clear liquid everywhere. He’s christened the plants with his cum earlier, too. Hitoshi just grimaces, before looking back at the way your body curls around the fat cock driving in and out of you, your cries about to make him bust again. “Huh?”

“I don’t fucking care, Ei nii.” He then furrows his brows so deep that you’d say he’ll get permanent wrinkles, not bothering to look over. “Why do you wanna eat dad’s cum out of her?”

“So I can fuck my own into her.”

Hitoshi’s too busy watching you and breathing through it to care about what he’s saying, so it takes a minute to filter through his hazy thoughts. “You’re a pig.”

Eiji just rolls his eyes. “Whatever you say, quick shot. Have fun trying not to cum when I go next.”

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[auragasmics]

HE LOVES IT WHEN I...

∞ ₒ ˚ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° ˚ ₒ synopsis! sugar daddies just love their sugar babies. but for you, these rich dilfs have a soft spot for your antics!

∞ ₒ ˚ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° ˚ ₒ pairings! sugar daddy iwaizumi hajime, kuroo testsurou, oikawa toru x fem!reader

∞ ₒ ˚ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° ˚ ₒ cw! 1.3k, drabble + headcannon format, age gap (hq men are early 40's, reader is late 20s), fingering, cl♡ t slapping, dom!iwa is a little mean, spoiled!reader, daddy kink (sry not sry, let's grow up ://) phone sex/video call sex, vouyerism, exhibitionism, mutual masturbation, pillow-tribbing

∞ ₒ ˚ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° ˚ ₒ xoxo, chris! love hq men...love and cherish them!

Sugar Daddy!Iwaizumi loves it when you throw tantrums!

He finds it all the most alluring, fueling the dominance within his veins. Whether it’s Every bit of attitude, pout, and sass you give him, he absorbs it, keeping careful count of each occurrence. 

Unbeknownst to you, Iwaizumi finds such joy in your little tantrums, especially right now. He knows how you’ve been crushing on some new bag, he still remembers your presentation of the newly released collection you swiped through a few nights before. To keep his precious girl happy, he’s taken the day off just to court you himself. 

But all that comes crashing down when the heel of your pearly white stilettos threatens to pierce through the glossy white floor of the boutique when he denies you of that purse you claim to need —oh so— much. He chuckles intently, guiding his pouty princess back out to the car with the driver waiting patiently. 

He gives you a few minutes to calm down, soothing you with soft pecks along the crook of your neck. He knows exactly what gets your legs spreading and those curvy hips bucking in the air. 

His girthy digits drift down to your panties, ripping the gossamer material to the side. Iwaizumi toys with your clit for a while, sighing at how easily the tender bud slips against his calloused pads. It’s satisfying to both of you, giving birth to the arousal brewing at the pit of your belly. 

“You must hate me, I know, I know. But y’re makin’ such a mess you’re making on my fingers, baby. So fucking cute,” he grins, teasing the slit of your cunt with pulsing fingers. Just when you prepare yourself mentally for the delicious stretch, an abrupt jab of pain distracts you—the fresh sting of Iwaizumi’s thick fingers crashing against your clit. 

“Hajime, wait!” His name comes flying from your gaping mouth. Your eyes peer down at Iwaizumi’s hand reeling back to land another slap. But there’s a certain detail that makes this little session of punishment even worse.

What makes it worse is how Iwaizumi’s display of dominance turns you on and the proof decorates his calloused hand. It’s disgusting how the flat of his palm glimmers in your slick—almost like the gems from the handbag you wanted so badly. 

Before you could even think, Iwaizumi laid his lips along your ear, his warm breath nipping at the flustered shell. He had a message for you and he thinks that this time, you’ll get it loud and clear.

“Don’t you ever embarrass me in public like that again, or else I’ll fuck the reminder into that thick skull of yours.”

Sugar Daddy!Kuroo loves it when you call his name!

He swears it fills his stomach with those innocent butterflies, hearing his bubbly muse coo his name. It’s a cute purr, flows right off your tongue, and ends in a smile that could make Kuroo empty out his bank account right at that moment. He likes to play dumb sometimes, claiming his hearing fades in and out from time to time. Yet, Kuroo always stands tall and giddy with perked ears, waiting for you to repeat yourself.

Kuroo especially loves when you call out to him in grace for his services, ranging in a multitude of forms. His favorite one, of course, is when your orgasm hinges at the tips of your freshly manicured toes, the nerves prickling at the surface of your supple skin.

With his cock buried so deep inside your—his—cunt, it drags along your walls with such intensity. But Kuroo doesn’t dare to increase the pace, his hips lagging behind a languid drive. Not as it matters, even without using a pummeling force, Kuroo still manages to have your body on edge. 

“Aww, what’s wrong, Angelface? Use your words, what do you want from me?” He’ll tease, using those thick fingers of his to squeeze your cheeks together, forcing out a wet pucker from your drooling lips. It’s all just overwhelming, the heat of the room, his hunkering frame shadowing above your own. 

Your hands claw at his forearm, proving his resolve to be stronger than your own. It wasn’t your fault, it was Kuroo’s stubborn ego, acting as the driving effort to see that his needs are met. Kuroo lays a trail of pecks up to your neck, lingering along your jawline and ending at your cheek, each one dressed with apathy.

His words are just teasing, the only solace being his hitching pants warming the shell of your ear as he spoke smugly. 

“Say it with me now, Te-tsu-rou…c’mon Baby, say it for Daddy. Tell me just how you wanna cum all over my cock.”

Sugar Daddy! Oikawa loves it when you send him pictures!

It’s a boost of confidence, sending the man photos whenever you decide to frilly yourself up for the day. Even if it’s just running to the store, Oikawa wants it all. 

He loves to have a collection of his precious baby looking her best, making up for all the times he couldn’t join you. Whether he’s away for work or tucked up inside a stuffy hotel room, he’s swiping through his file of photos reserved just for you and that gorgeous smile. Yet when it’s the ungodly hours of the night, he’s upping his game from pictures to full-blown videos, even video calls to please his fancy. 

Each one of these calls consists of you dollied up and dressed in his favorite set of lingerie. And with what he likes, it barely leaves anything to his imagination. To have those sheer panties hanging around your waist, just for the inner seam to leave you crotchless. What's better than getting straight to the chase? 

That’s what he likes and that’s what has your phone propped against the headboard, giving his heavy tourmaline hues the scene of you desperately rutting into his pillow on the bed. The satin pillowcase dragged along your clit, taunting the sensitive bud with its smooth material. 

Your inner thighs scrape along the plush fabric, your hips rocking into the cotton. Keeping a constant pace is key to your impending high, the soft moans flowing from your mouth like a crystal clear stream of the purest water. Oikawa had his sights pinned on you, watching your desperate search for a climax unfold before him. 

“Feels good, right Princess?” He’ll ask with a heavy chest, Oikawa wincing at how rough the palm of his hand was. It was nothing like your touch, the plush skin of your digits that would struggle to hold his length.

He was struck by an off sense of nostalgia, memories of his salacious youth being re-lived with each uncaring stroke of his fist. Just to even come close to your touch, Oikawa removed bits of his barreling strength, the pad of his thumb swiping at the blushing head of his dribbling cock. He bit his lip greedily, his ears piqued for your reply. 

You hum in response, clutching the puffy mass in your fist. It did feel nice, working yourself into an orgasm underneath Oikawa’s watchful eye. Knowing that he’s on the other side, stroking that fat cock of his with his rough hands, and wishing he had your sputtering pussy instead is all the motivation you need.

“I-I’m so close, wanna cum with you, ‘Ru,” you mew out, increasing your mere nudges to erratic bucks of desire. Oikawa could only growl in return, the frustration of his inadequate touch pitting him against time. Tossing his head back, the apple of his throat bobs at his staggering pace. At the final moments of his stability, Oikawa groaned out his final request of the night, something you couldn’t attempt to defy.

“Cum for me, Pretty. You better make a fucking mess for me to come back to, got it?”

∞ ₒ ˚ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° ˚ ₒ xoxo, chris! a repost from my old blog, but i hope you still enjoyed!

[causenessus]

cold kisses

part 0.8. DADDY'S HOME

PLAYING FROM KODZUKEN'S STREAM . . . new friends by malcolm todd

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extras <3

kuroo did not get back to y/n

when she first texted him and went "i have a very important question," behind his very suave "what's up" text, he screamed and when oikawa ran in he yelled "KITCHEN TABLE. NOW. PREPARE THE TEA"

his hands were shaking as he replied while oikawa tried to help him fabricate a response

it was really just "how much can we say without outright saying we told kenma to act like this was a real relationship"

and y/n just never asked about it again bc suna and iwa agreed with tsukishima (and noya's) interpretation so she already knew what kenma had meant but she just wanted to know what kuroo would say

and kuroo was obviously NOT doing his math homework he was making that all up on the spot

that shit is blank and sitting on a pile on his desk (it's due tomorrow)

cuddling on the couch is a very normal occurrence whenever y/n is over at suna/iwa's dorm

y/n was just laying against suna's chest while she was texting the gc and kuroo while he watched over her shoulder

and when iwa came in he just stood behind them despite their best efforts to get him to sit down

he'd shake his head and be like "no i need to go shower" and the continue standing there

y/n made him hold pinkies with her instead if he wasn't going to sit on the couch with her and suna

hinata and kenma had a game/movie night while y/n was gone (kenma won every game)

sometimes hinata rolls up kageyama's sleeve to draw on him in class and when hinata did it today kageyama didn't think anything of it until something bit him

also tsukishima's brother posted under noya's canceltsukishimakei2024 tag as a joke LMAO

they're no longer talking for the time being

noya went his entire freshman year typing out assignments and essays with his little bluetooth keyboard connected to his phone until his friend group all pitched in to buy him a laptop for his birthday <3

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[bokutizer]

Summary : The Iwaizumis are not very good at expressing their feelings

Tags : fem!reader, fluff, just iwa and his daughter being tsunderes

"She did what?!" 

You wince at Iwaizumi’s loud voice, especially once you feel your daughter's grip on your pants tighten. Despite his hotheadedness, him raising his voice at either of you two is not something that occurs all too often.  Except when it comes to his daughter’s short temper…

"You can’t just pull other people’s hair!" Iwaizumi exasperatedly plops down on the couch, the piece of furniture creaking beneath his weight as he sternly glares at your daughter. 

"I think you're being a little too rough there-"

"Trashykawa, don’t. Just- don’t."

Of course Oikawa had to visit you today, and of course Oikawa has something to contribute to this conversation.

"B-But, daddy. It was not my fault!" her voice is a little shaky as she speaks up determinedly, emphasizing her words with a final stomp of her foot. 

"What do you mean? Did she hit you?" he watches her shy back and her face redden with embarrassment. His curious eyes now switch back to you, and this entire situation seems to make less sense to him when he’s met with that mischievous grin of yours. "What?"

"It was a boy." you admit finally, biting your inner cheek while trying to contain a laugh. "The teacher said she walked up to him and suddenly started pulling his hair." 

"Oh." Iwaizumi’s frown softens the slightest bit, and when the gearwheels in his head start turning, putting two and two together: "Oh." 

"Well, I wonder where she got that from." Oikawa mumbles rhetorically with a teasing smirk that the athletic trainer so desperately wants to wipe off. Not in front of the child. Not in front of the child-

Iwaizumi sighs audibly and squeezes his eyes shut momentarily, composing himself before looking back at his mini-me. As soon as his arms are open, she’s throwing herself in his embrace, letting him pull her up on his lap. "You’re not mad?" she asks quietly. 

"No… I-I mean, yes!" he sighs again. She might have his temper, yet your ability to wrap him around her finger without even trying. "Princess, you have to talk to me or mommy when someone or something's bothering you, 'kay? Hurting your classmate was wrong, very so. Promise that you won’t do that again." 

"I promise!" she seals her words with a final hug and tightly wraps her arms around her dad's neck. You can ground her later, Iwaizumi thinks to himself while pressing a kiss against her temple.

"Iwaizumi-kun, you can’t just pull her hair!" his sensei scolded, her stern gaze making the five year old deflate visibly and stare at his shoes in shame. With a final gesture of her arm, she points to the little stool in the corner of the classroom before tending to you. 

"Stupid." Iwaizumi grumbles to himself, frustratedly stomping his feet with each step towards the corner. "Stupid, pretty Y/n."

[tired-kitten]

How would haikyuu characters react to someone flirting with their partner at a party?

Kageyama :

He would be so furious. Like he would go to his partner immediately and barks at the person who was flirting. He would also be angry with his partner afterwards (doesn't know why himself)

Ushijima :

He would think they're a friend that they're just talking so he wouldn't interrupt until he sees his partner uncomfortable. Then he would politely ask if there's any problem or what's wrong with his partner.

Asahi :

He would politely ask them to leave their partner alone if they ignore him he would ask again but if they still continue the action he would take his partner's hand, say they belong to him while they look at them in a scary way. (He would feel guilty afterwards)

Kuroo :

He would go to his partner while he take their waist and say "there you are love missed you already". He would continue his move by kissing or touching his partner if they don't leave. So they better be gone by then until Kuroo hasn't fucked his partner.

Iwaizumi :

He would rest his arm on their shoulder asking : "And what do you think you're doing? They already belong to someone". Most of the times that would scare them and they leave but if that didn't work, Daddy Iwa would hit them~

Tsukishima :

Tsukishima would be so angry but he would hide it blaming himself why he isn't enough until he sees his partner not being so good. So he would go to them threatening the person quietly in their ear 'till they run away.

[kensuio]

𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓰𝓪𝓶𝓮

- ❥ ft. oikawa and iwaizumi

- ❥ a/n: lord knows how much i miss iwaizumi athletic trainer (26) oikawa is jus here cus he’s a meanie nd a baby butttt i kindaaa luv it HAHAAHA

- ❥ cw: threesome, haji is so soft here nd toru’s the opposite!! daddy kink, fingering (fem rec.), oral (male rec.), penetration (fem rec.) pet names: princess, angel, and baby!

- ❥ wc: 5.4k

you and oikawa had been talking about wanting to do the threesome for the longest time but just didn’t know who would be a good fit. brought up by toru first, it was just something you guys wanted to try out once and see what the outcome would be like. if he were to tell you that his best friend would be the third partner beforehand, you would have been less embarrassed to see him at your door!

it’s not like you were scared of iwaizumi, further from it really. you were good friends with him and you both enjoyed each other's company in the absence of your boyfriend… but it was purely platonic. you saw him like a close friend who you could talk to and know you could depend on. so to say it was a slight shock with him standing in front of you was an understatement.

“iwa, you’re here!” oikawa walks towards the door and wraps his arm around his best friend’s shoulders. iwaizumi looked just as shocked as you. you knew they continued to keep in contact with each other after high school, but you didn’t know they were this close still. “i thought you told me she wanted to speak with me but judging by her face, she looks just as confused as me. what the hell did you do?” he says pulling away from oikawa’s arm. he’s still hotheaded after all these years.

“damn, you guys are mean! anyway …” his face gets slightly serious looking at the both of you. “i did tell him to come here but i didn’t tell her…” he points to you as if you’re not standing next to him, “because i knew how she would react if she knew you were gonna be the one to join us, so i didn’t. but iwa-chan! don’t act so shocked. i told you me and my angel..” he places one arm on your hip and the other on your neck, standing behind you. holding you intimately with his slender fingers as he feels your heartbeat quicken slightly. “have been thinking about doing a threesome for a while now, haven’t i?”

“ouch … why is it always me who has to have done something wrong? is it wrong for me to want my two favorite people in the same room as me?” your boyfriend pouts with his big brown eyes, he’s still the same playful boy you fell in love with at first. iwaizumi looks at oikawa with his eyebrow raised and you just cross your arms at him, knowing your boyfriend was always up to something whether he admits it or not.

“s-sure you did, but you can’t just lead people here on false premises. you didn’t even ask me if i wanted to be included shithead!” he stutters out his cheeks softly painted with a shade of pink, hand stroking through his black locks. “do you wanna be included… hajime?” you ask him coyly still under the arms of your boyfriend. “it’s not fair that you’re just being asked right now but i don’t mind p-personally. i just don’t wanna make you do somethin’ you don’t wanna do….” you look up at him and you noticed his mouth slightly drops open before he rubs the back of his head with his hand contemplating what you asked.

oikawa just smirks because he knows any man couldn’t resist your face when you were looking at them through your pretty little lashes, eyes staring directly into yours. you were a natural beauty, it was hard to say no to you! oikawa loved this about you so he knew his best friend would say yes because who wouldn’t wanna get a chance to fuck a pretty girl like you? “fine .. but next time just tell me straight up what you want asshole.” he walks past the both of you into your shared apartment, smacking oikawa on the back of the head before settling his possessions down.

“you don’t have to hit me! baby help me! tell him—tell him he doesn’t have to hit me…” oikawa reverts to his playful self now leaning onto you for support and reassurance. “i wish i could but he does have a point…” you say putting your hand in his hair before kissing his cheek. “be truthful next time. lying isn’t nice toru.” his face immediately displays shock and he puts his hands on his chest as if he’d been stabbed in his heart by his two most trusted people in the world.

“i see…” he says his eyes still wide and his hands still on his chest. he’d remember this of course, especially when he’ll have you in a short while. he wouldn’t let this go and he would have made sure to pay you back thoroughly for sticking with his best friend’s side and not his. he’s the one who came up the idea of inviting him after all, not even a thank you from you made his heart break! he’s gonna make sure his girl had to show appreciation for the things he did.

you talk to hajime after dealing with toru. “hey, so if you wanna freshen up before you can take a shower first and i’ll give you some of oikawa’s clothes. that sound good?” already sitting at the island of your kitchen, taking a drink of alcohol. he knows he didn’t need it but a drink would take the edge off the nervousness he felt for this and give him liquid courage. he was a good looking guy, so there was no reason he should be nervous, he just was. “sounds good, i’ll head in after this drink.”

you notice his body language is slightly anxious the way his leg shakes while he sits on the stool and the way his large fingers keep tapping on the glass. “hey, i’m sure you’re gonna do fine,” you place your hand on his thigh to stop it from shaking, “i'm really glad you decided to say yes, though i just need you to relax. everything will be fine!” you smile at him. his leg stops shaking and he downs the rest of his drink before looking at you. “thanks, i'm gonna head to the shower.” “okay, i’ll get the clothes ready!” you smile at him again before heading to the bedroom.

hajime didn’t mean to rush to the shower so quick, but you were so pretty, so caring, he couldn’t let you see his hard dick pulsating through his pants from that short interaction. your hand was soft and so warm against his thigh, he could feel as if it was placed against his skin and not against a pair of jeans. he places his hand on his dick in the shower, “fuck… why did i agree to this? i haven’t even had sex yet i’m here in a damn threesome. what the fuck …”

he contemplates and daydreams in the shower about what could possibly go down and how you would be in the moment. would he finally lose his virginity to you? would he get his dick sucked too? what the hell does he do with his hand? so many questions ran through his head while it hung beneath the shower tap, the water falling down his face onto his built body onto the tile floor. with every drop of water that fell was another thought going by in hajime’s head.

finally leaving the bathroom, the towel wrapped around his waist, he tried to look for you. he couldn’t find the clothes for left for him. seeing toru, he asks “you seen the clothes your girl was supposed to leave out for me?” “no… i didn’t even know you were in the shower.” he gets up back to the bedroom and finds clothes for hajime. “just take these and hurry up.” toru throws the clothes at hajime’s face and it scrunches up before he goes back to the bathroom.

you only get a glimpse of his body as you enter the room while he leaves with clothes in his hand. your face warm from seeing it. you’d think that because he was an athletic trainer it would make sense for his body to be chiseled like that. his arms were strong and you wondered what it felt like to be held down by them. his thighs were just as defined and you wanted to ride them while he gripped your hips and—

“don’t be dirty.” you hear oikawa at the right side of your ear, coming up to you while you were spaced out. “looking at his body like that practically drooling over him with your face burning up. you want him now, don’t you?” words… you needed to say words but none came to your mouth only as you open it and shut it quickly. your boyfriend chucked as he saw the way you bit your lip and your eyes moved up and down his body.

“i wish i could say the reason why i invited him was a mistake and i couldn’t find anyone else but, that couldn’t be further from the truth. i see the way you always look at him in the same way you’re looking at me right now… like you can’t wait to fuck him. am i wrong?” his hand reaches for your face and you just look at him, you couldn’t deny it cause he knew he was right and you knew he was right. there was nothing you could do but nod your head. “you’re so cute… hajime and i are gonna have fun with you.”

a second after, hajime exits the bathroom with his own clothes in his hand wearing a black wife beater and grey sweatpants. he looked good just for those to one: be your boyfriends clothes and two: make you wanna fuck him even more. you had to admit it, your boyfriend had an attractive ass best friend. taking hajime’s old clothes, “i’ll wash these and i'll give them to you before you leave.” you leave the room with hot cheeks and a now wet pussy.

coming back to the room, you see the two men sitting on the bed. you and toru both took the liberty of showering before iwaizumi came so you both were prepped. “come baby, sit right here.” your boyfriend pats the space in front of him near the frame of the bed with hajime sitting near the edge. they were clearly talking about something before you walked into the room, but stopped as soon as they saw you.

you find yourself seated in between the two of them (closer to your boyfriend) and you seem to be confused on who to focus on first. obviously, you have your boyfriend who you should start with, right? that only makes sense. before you even get a chance to move toru pulls your back to his chest, peppering small kisses along the juncture of your neck and shoulder. hajime just looks at the two of you and revels in the way your eyes close and your hand reaches back to tug on toru’s hair.

oikawa pulls away from your neck to now hold your cheeks with one hand. “look at these slutty lil lips. she wants you. kiss her.” he knew hajime would need a little motivation to start touching you, so he gave it to him. his degrading words going straight to your pussy, speaking just the way you like. toru’s hand moves from your cheeks to your tits, holding them only on top of your clothes. you knew how your boyfriend was. he was type to rile you up for so long until he felt it was time for you to get pleasured.

hajime swallows for a second, before his hands reach for your thighs softly. just feeling your skin against his hands like how you did to him earlier. “i don’t even know why she’s with you. you’re always so rough.” he look into your eyes before holding your chin. “she likes it rough, don’t let her cute face deceive you.” hajime just rolls his eyes at him and whispers, “gonna kiss you now, okay?” you nod your head, feeling his big hand on your face and it makes you feel small compared to the two large men around you.

his lips meet yours and they’re soft, so soft, and warm. he kisses you delicately, gently as if you were a flower that he had to be careful how he touched you or you would wither away against a rough touch. your lips dance together while your boyfriend’s hand snakes down your tits to your tummy, right above your pelvis, resting there. just above where you want it. hajime was a different kisser than toru. toru was a needy kisser but he was always teasing you with his tongue and teeth, nippin’ on you and sucking your bottom lip before pulling away, making you lean in for more.

hajime was softer and he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. his hand falls from your chin to your neck and it wraps around it softly at first so you can get used to the feeling. his tongue slowly coming out to your lips before pulling you closer by your neck to feel him closer. “don’t forget i’m here too.” your boyfriend talks to you as his hand reaches for your cute little shorts.

his slender fingers teasing your cunt, only rubbing the outside through your shorts. you moan against hajime’s lips at the feeling. he was gonna make you work for it if you wanted to cum. he always did. this only makes hajime pull away from your lips kissing down your cheek and to the other side of your neck that toru didn’t kiss. he pecks softly, after every kiss leaving a mental note to make sure to know exactly where he kissed you figuring out which spot made cute little noises come out your mouth.

“does it feel good?” he whispers against your skin pressing more kisses against the spot that made you whine quietly. he heard it, just barely though. your hand at toru’s hair falls and move onto hajime’s body now. you wanna feel him, pull him closer to you, never letting him go. you’d think you’re getting carried away with just small neck kisses and a short makeout, but hajime was making you feel good.

“yes haji.. feels so good…” you pull him closer before you feel a hand in your panties. “yes haji…” your boyfriend mocks you, “look at you. i’d be convinced you wanted to fuck my best friend before even getting with me by the way you’re acting. i wasn’t enough for you? you need two dicks until you’re fully satisfied?” your boyfriends harsh words at your ears almost makes your heart break.

“not true, you’re enough f’me toru.” you whimper out shaking your head at his words. “then why are you being so needy for him? i’m your boyfriend after all, show me some love…” his hand turns your face towards him and he kisses you, his tongue already inside your mouth. you wouldn’t say your boyfriend was jealous of his best friend in a threesome that was his idea.. he couldn’t be…

hajime’s hands were on your tits holding them and mouth lapping at them methodically. it’s like with every touch of hajime on your skin he had planned exactly how he was going to touch you before he did. it made your head spin with your boyfriend now fingering you. toru knew that spot that made you go crazy and he relentlessly hit it over and over again, not even letting you get a chance to get used to his long fingers.

“t-toru slow down…” he simply shakes his head at you. “you remember earlier you sided with my best friend ‘stead of me?” he whispers against your ear and you pause. if you would’ve known he was upset at that, you would’ve done it differently! “didn’t mean to do it toru .. r-really … ‘m sorry ..” you whimper, apologizing in the hopes that your boyfriend would show you some mercy, fingers still pistoning in and out of you.

“you did though, you were so excited to finally get a chance to fuck him you let it get to your head. i was gonna be nice to you by letting him fuck you first, guess that won’t happen anymore…” he tuts at you, disappointed in his girl. he knew you were hurt at the thought of you being disappointed in him for even a second.

you always wanted him to praise you for being so good and you always wanted to make him happy. you were his peace and his joy, being anything other than that just wasn’t what you wanted. “no no ‘m sorry daddy… wanna be a good girl for you...” hajime’s eyes light up at the word daddy. his dick is as hard as a fucking rock now against you.

“you made him so hard princess, why don’t you get on all fours ‘n suck him off while i get a chance to finally fuck your pretty little pussy… then if you’re good, i’ll make sure he gets a chance to fuck you too.” you follow toru’s instructions leaning down onto the bed with your ass pointed up in the air the way your boyfriend loved. “don’t forget to ask for permission first.” toru’s hands move to pull your panties and shorts down, giving your ass a small smack against your soft skin. hajime’s eyes widened while your hands reached for the sweatpants he’s wearing.

you pause before continuing, looking up at him. “can i touch you here? i promise i’ll make you feel really good..” he couldn’t help it but his cheeks were red once again. you were so cute and so obedient, it turned him on. never did he think there was a girl like you out there who was so good and so sweet to do anything for him.

his hand reaches for your head and his fingers run through your hair gently. “yeah you can, fuck you’re so pretty.” you smile up at him before taking his dick out and kissing the tip with your soft lips. his hands now hold your hair out of your face, while you press small licks against the tip, tasting the small buds of precum that formed. doing this you realized, hajime had a nice dick.

it was bigger than oikawa’s but was less thick with two veins on the left and right side. god, it made your mouth water before you even put it all the way in. as you open your mouth to suck hajime off, toru’s dick slowly enters your insides. he moves in making sure you take all of him inside your tight cunt.

“fuck daddy … s’ big…” you moan out and your mouth wraps around hajime’s dick. he was so big and twitching against your tongue, it was hard for your mouth not to water. while toru fucks your insides, it made your head spin and your pussy clench. your lips wrap around hajime’s dick so perfectly as if your mouth was made for him.

“your mouth is so warm… so good princess.” hajime talks to you while you suck his dick and your boyfriend ruins your pussy the way he knows you like. slow, deep strokes that hit that perfect spot inside to make your head spin. toru fucked you with intention, he knows you can barely hold yourself up with just him fucking you by yourself. combine that with hajime’s dick and you’re too far gone.

hajime massages your scalp while your head bobs up and down him. as a virgin, he couldn’t understand what was so good about sex. he wasn’t actively seeking someone to have sex with but it wasn’t his main focus. hajime iwaizumi the athletic trainer had clients to attend to, he didn’t have time to indulge in the sweet fruit that was sex.

but this moment right here, made all the wait worth it. to finally bite into the forbidden apple and get a small taste of what he’s been missing. it feels like this is a dream, but he knows he's living reality when your hot mouth pulls off his dick to suck only on his tip with your small soft hand wrapping around his dick, pumping him up and down.

your boyfriend was relentless. his strokes were no longer deep and slow. the pace was quickening and they were fast. your tits bouncing up and down between your thin tank top was a sight for your boyfriend to see. he appreciated the sight beneath him but he still had to let you know he was the one in charge, no matter if you were sucking his best friend’s dick right now.

his long, fingers reach for your clit rubbing harsh circles at the small pleasurable spot on your body. doggy style was a position he knew made you moan his name and apologize babbling a bunch of “‘m sorry daddy …” “won’t happen again… i promise..” just for him to have to put you in this position with his arms wrapped around your hips, holding you to make sure you don’t try to run away from him.

this was your punishment after all. he tried to do something nice for his baby, so they can feel prized like how they deserved. having another man getting to treasure you like this in your most vulnerable state was a sight to see. it was intimate, so so fucking intimate. why wouldn’t he share this with his best friend? you were so perfect to do everything he was asking.

“fuck fuck fuck fuck …. this pussy’s too good. pulls me in so fucking tight then when i try to pull out, pulls me in even harder as if it’s askin’ to me stay and fuck it even more. such a nasty girl.” toru’s dirty talk was different than hajime’s soft praises. you loved both of them and needed to keep on hearing both. it was like yin and yang combining to make a beautiful creation to satisfy you.

it was so hard for you to focus on sucking hajime with your boyfriend showing you no mercy. his fingers constantly rubbing your clit and his dick kissing your insides, hitting that same spot over and over ever so perfectly. he was ruthless. “t-toru … please.” your mouth pops off hajime for a second, a hand reaches behind you to somehow convince him to show you to the slightest ounce of compassion. “nuh uh that’s not my name. you know what it is, or maybe having two dicks finally made you go all dumb on me.”

“t- daddy please…” you stutter out almost saying your boyfriend’s name again. usually, having sex with him alone was just enough to make your brain turn to mush. you always felt satisfied with him. combining him with hajime, it was a euphoric feeling. it was a different kind of high that you would feel with just the two of you. this is only a feeling you would’ve felt in your dreams.

countless moans fall out of hajime’s mouth. “mmm- think i’m gonna cum … not yet ..” he asks you when your mouth goes back onto him, his thighs beginning to shake. you open your mouth wide, letting his dick continue to move in and out. you wanted him to cum down your throat and you wanted to taste him. you wanted to watch his face as he came and wonder what kind of praises will exit his mouth. his hand continues to massage your scalp while his thighs shake and falter.

“wait wait wait fuck....” he pulls his dick out your mouth and it’s all covered in a mix of saliva and precum. hajime looks down at you and he couldn’t believe his eyes. you were a mess. hair slightly messy from his fingers running up and down it, lips coated with saliva, your pupils blown to the max. he’d be convinced that you were an angel sucking his dick.

toru pulls out of you with his finger encircling your clit only. you clench around nothing at the loss of toru in your pussy. he was so warm, so big it made you feel so empty without him in you. you don’t know if you’d be able to handle hajime’s dick when toru’s was already making you this crazy. “she’s gonna cum. you can fuck her after. she’ll be obedient for you… she always is after she cums first.” his hands continuing to circle around your small bud with harsh movements.

you cum against his fingers and toru watches you come undone. “good job. so fucking nasty. you think you can take another dick right now baby?” he whispers in your ear while your body collapses onto the bed. “you think you can take me? i promise i’ll be gentle and i'll take it as slow as you want me to..” hajime’s hands hold your face that was previously pressed against the bed sheets.

they were warm and made you feel cared for. he kisses your lips softly before you nod your head at his question. “you’re so perfect, do you want me to put a condom on?” obviously between you and your boyfriend, you didn’t really use condoms. you just prayed in the pull out method and if you got pregnant, you guys would deal with the problem when it happened. (don’t do this use protection!!)

you wanted to feel hajime like how you felt toru. skin to skin, feeling how warm and hard he was. “no no no don’t use one. jus’ hurry…” you pout. hajime’s heart races at your words and he moves to the edge of the bed where toru was. he pulls down his sweats furher and his dick is fully out for you to see. god it was so beautiful.

hajime slowly puts the tip in with him on his knees, so you were on top. wanting you to get used to the feeling of him before he fucks you how he wants. “you feel me inside? shit, you’re so tight. feels like heaven in you princess.” he mumbles out praises his dick not even all the way inside you yet. “a-ah yes so good, so big…” your head leans forward towards hajime and toru comes behind you to make sure you don’t run away.

“look at you baby, you’re goin fucking crazy.” his hands reach for your tits, chest against your back and you see how fast his heart and dick are beating and pulsating behind you. toru could’ve fucked you for hours and hours on end. he basically had unlimited stamina like a fucking monster.

“i knew one dick wouldn’t be enough no, look at you…” his voice against the back of you ear whispers dirty truths that you won’t admit. “you fucking love his dick?” he asks as hajime is finally inside you all the way and he throws his head back in pleasure. “fuck, can you ride me princess? i know you can do it, i can help you if it’s too much.” his hands place themselves on your hips and he slowly helps you ride him.

riding him you felt every little curve and detail of his dick and it made your head spin. “h-haji haji im close.” you whimper out his name, your hands placing themselves on his shoulders. “i’m right here. i’m right here princess.” he assures you that he’s here with you and you feel yourself about the cum again already.

“don’t cum yet angel. not yet, i’ll let you know when you can.” you almost forgot your boyfriend's touch still caressing your tits and his lips pressing kisses towards your ear and the back of your neck, watching you come undone.

“i can’t.. i’m so close. p-please can i?” instead of talking to toru you look at iwaizumi, hoping he’ll convince oikawa to let you cum for a second time. “not yet angel, listen to him and be good, promise we’ll make you f-feel so good..” toru smiles at hajime’s reaction cause he was far gone too.

“what do you say angel? we’re both making you feel really good? what do you say when people give things to you?” a small whine comes out your mouth before you respond as the sounds of you and hajime’s body parts slap against one another. it’s enough to make you even forget what your boyfriend is asking you.

you close your eyes for a second before responding. “t-thank you daddy…” “who else do you say thank you to?” his hands wraps around your neck to make you look at haji, whose head is looking down at where you’re connected. everytime he pulls out and in back again, his dick pulses. almost as if his body is remembering every corner of your insides and how it pulls him in every time he pulls out.

“thank you hajime … so much thank you.” you pout out and thank him for making you feel good. “shit, you’re welcome princess. you’re so welcome.” “c—can i come now daddy please? please please?” you whine out in desperation wanting to cum after finally holding off for so long. it was so hard with hajime hitting that spot, every. single. time he fucked you.

“should she cum hajime?” his hand still at your throat as hajime looks at the sight of you. “y—yes. been so good, let her. i’m close t-too. “of course you say that, she has you weak in the knees. you’re letting that pussy get to your head.. but i’ll let you cum angel. cum on his dick like i know you want to.”

hajime’s thrusts get more and more messy and rapid as he keeps hitting that spot and you moan loudly between both big men in front and behind you. your head was spinning like crazy and your heart felt like it was gonna burst from your chest. hajime kisses you softly as your thighs shake against him and your soft whines and moans are covered by the sounds of his lips pressed against yours.

your boyfriend smiles from behind you as hajime moans against your lips while you kiss, pulls out, and cums against your tummy. “f-fuck …” he spits out, his breathing slowing down. “ah shit. sorry, lemme clean you up.” hajime realized he came on you and pulls his sweats up, heading to the bathroom to grab a warm towel to clean up.

as soon as he leaves, your boyfriend takes his hand and wipes hajime’s cum against his finger from your tummy, holding it in front of your mouth. “taste it, this is your reward for making him cum.” your open your mouth and swallow his cum. it was so sweet with a hint of bitterness. hajime tasted so good.

“good fuckin’ girl” toru coos. hajime comes back and leans down against the bed to clean you up then he looks up at your tummy to find the cum is gone! “ay, what the fuck’d you do?” he looks at oikawa, knowing that he had to have did something. “we just cleaned up for you, you should be thankful really. we saved you time.” he shakes his head at hajime, holding your head against his chest as you come down from your session.

“whatever..” he turns away from oikawa, “you okay? anything hurt?” he leans against the bed his hand in your hair, “‘m fine. thank you haji.” you lean into the touch in your hair. “see, she’s fine! always been a strong girl.” he smiles at you and kisses your forehead. “you were still too rough, you have to be gentle with girls. but i know you don’t know anything about that.” hajime rolls his eyes.

“not true! tell em, tell em he’s wrong baby! tell him how good i am to you!!” he asks you pulling your head up to his face, kissing your forehead again. “you can be a little tough sometimes toru..” you admit sitting up and he places his hands on his chest as if he’d been stabbed again, eyes wider than before this whole session started.

“oh i see…” he responds thinking he’d definitely punish you another time for siding with his best friend again. only this time, he knows his best friend would be there to clean you up after.

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・❥ 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 & 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 - 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢

ꕥ 𝙘𝙬 : 𝙬𝙘: 2.1𝙠 (𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮), 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙠!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧!𝙞𝙬𝙖 (𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙮, 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪), 100% 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡, 𝙨𝙪𝙗!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 & 𝙘𝙪𝙢 𝙨𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮, 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙛 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭 & 𝙩𝙤𝙮 𝙪𝙨𝙚 (𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚), 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙨��𝙞𝙩, 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜/𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 (𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙫), 𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 (𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 & 𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩), 𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙤𝙛 '𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮' (𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙚), 𝙞 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠, 𝙬𝙩𝙫, 𝙡𝙢𝙠 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 | 𝙢𝙙𝙣𝙞

✎ 𝘢𝘯 : 𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘤 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘸𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘫𝘪 𝘣𝘤 𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘰 & 𝘣𝘤 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦. 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘳, 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺!! ༄

You and Iwa were the life of the party girl and healthy life style boy duo. You had suggested going to the club with your friends, Oikawa also tagging along but Iwa chose to stay home. He hears knocking on the front door and goes to open it, being met with you and Oikawa's bright smiles.

"She's kinda-" Oikawa starts before you squeal, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend's neck. "Drunk? Yeah, I know." Iwa dead pans. He shoos his best friend away before he can suggest something dumb like going to Target at 3 am and locks the door behind him.

"Missed you so much, Haji." you purr, mischievous hands going underneath his shirt and feeling up his abs. Before he can reply, your lips are on his, giggling against his lips at the way he stumbles back. "Baby," he says against your lips but it falls on deaf ears as you continue kissing him. "Babe," he tries again but your hands are too busy trailing down to his pajama pants. Once he feels you beginning to tug them down, he wraps a hand around your neck, pulling away from you with narrowed eyes.

Of course it doesn't give him the reaction he intended to evoke, watching as you lick your lips as you eye him up and down. "Yes, daddy?" you giggle, not being able to keep your eyes off the way his muscles 'peek' through his tank top. "I'm not fucking you." You gasp dramatically at his words, practically feeling your heart crack into a million pieces. "But 'm so wet, Haji." you whine, rubbing your thighs together. "Gonna get you ready for bed so that you don't complain about it in the morning."

You let Iwa grab you by your hand, dragging you into the bathroom. He tells you to jump although it wasn't needed as his sits you on the countertop with ease. He slips off your heels and you can't help the warmth settling in your belly as he kneels to do so. You then watch as he grabs the products he sees you use to remove your makeup, having memorized your entire routine.

He takes your braids out of the half up, half down claw clip hairstyle you did and ties it loosely into a low ponytail and you feel all warm inside at the domesticity of it all. As he wipes off your makeup, you let your gaze linger on his lips, watching the way his tongue peeks out from time to time as he puts all his concentration into this simple task. He's too cute, you can't help but ask, "Can I have a kiss, Haji?" He would usually never deny you but your eyes clouded with lust tells him it'll be more than just a kiss.

"Just a kiss, baby?" You nod, scooting closer to the edge of the countertop. Of course he folds, leaning close so that you can press your lips against his. He tries to move back to continue getting you ready for bed but feels your legs wrapped around him. He doesn't process why he can't move for a second, giving you the opportunity to pull him closer and kiss him more eagerly than before. He groans into your mouth as you tug him closer by his shirt, feeling the way you nip at his lower lip. He pulls away eventually, smiling at the way you pout as you fail to chase his lips.

"Tired." you mumble, looking at Iwa with faux sad eyes. "Brush then bed." he tells you, letting you get off the counter. He places a kiss on your forehead before exiting the bathroom, letting you brush your teeth. Once you're done, you slip off your dress, leaving it on the ground out of laziness before dragging your feet over to your shared bedroom. Your horny feelings have yet to go away and you are determined to do something about it. Not with your abandoned rose toy you only use when Iwa goes on long trips, helping you to an orgasm over the phone.

Right now you need literally any part of his body and just needed some way to convince him. Iwa watches as you walk in, only covered by your bra that you wanted off immediately and the matching black thong you wore for your outing. You've sobered up a bit, reduced to tipsiness which is honestly the state where your horniness peaks. He approaches you, hands settling on your waist before trailing to your back to undo your bra.

You were making Iwa just as horny as you were with the way you were trailing kisses down his neck as he took off your bra but he had to stay strong for your sake. "You gotta drink wate-" you cut him off with a kiss, pushing him back until the backs of his legs hit the bed. His arms move behind him to catch his fall as you push him back, straddling him. "'m still horny." you pout, leaning down to kiss his awaiting lips.

He has to think quickly because knowing you, you'll find a way to be bouncing on his dick in the next 5 seconds. "Okay, baby, I have a proposal." You sit up on top of him, keeping your hands on his abs. Once he's sure you're listening, he speaks again. "I'll make you cum- wait!" he exclaims as you reach down his pants. "With my tongue. Then you go to sleep. Or, you don't get to cum at all and still have to go to sleep." You pout at the idea of not being filled up but it seems you'll have to settle.

"Want your tongue." you decide and in an instant he's flipping you around, spreading your legs as you lay on the bed. He watches your tits as your chest rises as you breathe before sliding your panties down, a string of your arousal connecting the fabric to your pussy. He throws it to the side, his arms going underneath your legs and wrapping around them before suddenly bringing you forward.

He grips the flesh of your thighs, nipping at your brown skin. You whine quietly, bucking your hips up as your impatience grows until you feel his tongue on you. You mewl as he licks a long stripe from your quivering hole to your swollen clit. He wraps his lips around the pearl, giving it a harsh suck and causing your back to arch up from the bed. "Haji!" you moan out, hands flying to his dark hair. You don't know if you're pushing him away or pulling him in but either way, the pleasure was too much.

"Sorry, baby, just teasing." he chuckles against you to which you shudder at. He licks your clit with a steady pace, reaching an arm up to grab at your tit and pinch your nipple. You hold onto his arm, whimpering softly as he occasionally lightly sucks on your pearl that twitches with pleasure. You're dripping at this point and he can't let it go to waste, lapping up all of your slick and groaning at the feeling of your pussy clenching around nothing.

"Does that feel good, baby?" he coos, using his other hand as he prods at your quivering hole. He's looking up at you as you nod, watching the way your head falls back against the mattress as he plunges 2 fingers into your cunt. He's trying not to let this moment get the best of him, his dick already aching in his boxers, but he made a promise and is adamant on keeping it. "Play with your tits, mama." he tells you, his fingers leaving your nipple to reach down to his own pants. You move your hands to your own tits, pinching and tweakin at your brown nipples the way Iwa would. He groans lowly into your cunt as he licks your clit once more, freeing his cock from it's confines and pumping it at the same pace he pumps his fingers inside you.

The pleasure he's giving himself shows in the way he eats your pussy, his fingers curving right into that spot you love so much. He gives you another harsh suck and you squeal at the pleasure, your thighs trapping him. He nips at your right inner thigh and you mumble out a cute 'sorry, haji', not realizing the way it made his cock weep precum. The only reason he made you spread your legs again was because he'd have to be able to breathe in order to continue licking your cute pussy.

Your thighs tremble as he fucks you on his fingers, thumbing at the head of his cock and using his pre as lubricant to stroke himself even faster. He feels like he's back in high school with how close he is already from his own hand and it's all due to the goddess he has above him. His mouth parts from your cunt as he lifts his head, looking at the way you play with your pretty tits as you moan. Your eyes open as you catch him staring at you with adoration and you feel a sense of need build up inside you again.

"Please kiss me, Haji." you whimper, beckoning him over with your hands. In just a moment, he's hovering over you, his fingers still pistoning in and out of your dripping pussy as he leans down to capture your lips with his. You groan deep in your chest as you taste yourself on his tongue, suckling on the pink muscle. He pulls away to latch his warm mouth on your hardened nipple, sucking so much into his mouth that you can't even see your areola.

You tug at his hair as you feel teeth on your nipple, whimpering his name. He gives your nipple one last suck before moving back to your lips as he fucks his fingers into you faster. You can't even kiss back anymore, reduced to moaning against his lips as he takes control over the kiss. His hand is still on his dick, stroking it hard with a tight fist, imagining your tight cunt being the one wrapped around it. It's not hard with the wet sensation around his fingers, your arousal only soaking his digits and making them prune.

"You coming, mama?" he asks against your lips and you nod, eyes shut tightly as your mouth opens in a silent cry. Iwa kisses the side of your mouth as he talks you through your orgasm. "Cum on my fingers, baby, that's it. Y'look so pretty when you're fucking coming." he begins to babble as he begins to reach his own orgasm. "Fuck, where do you want my cum?" he asks you, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he holds back from coming all over the sheets.

"My mouth, daddy." you breathe out, out of breath from your orgasm. He moves to sit up against the headboard of your bed, letting you crawl towards him. As soon as he feels your mouth on his tip, he's bucking his hips up, chasing after his orgasm once more. "You're gonna take it so good, right baby?" he moans out and you can barely nod as his dick hits the back of your throat. "Gonna cum, mama. Gonna cum down that fucking throat." he groans as he grips the sheets below him, fucking your throat. Your eyes widen as he shoots his cum into your mouth, thrusting up slowly now as he feels each spurt come out of his cock. "Swallow my cum, baby. Don't be messy." he tells you as he thrusts into your mouth. "So pretty when you suck my dick." he sighs, letting you off his cock after you've swallowed his cum.

You both share a moment of silence as you catch your breath. You lay down beside Iwa and hug his muscular forearm to your chest. He wants to shut his eyes right beside you but has to clean up the sticky mess on your bodies. He let's you sleep anyway, replacing his arm with a comforter momentarily as he settles for using the baby wipes on your night stand. He wipes between your thighs before placing a kiss on your pussy, laughing at the way your legs shut instantly. He then grabs your silk scarf from underneath a pillow, lifting your head up for .5 seconds as he wraps it around your head, protecting your hairstyle. You'll just have to sleep completely naked tonight, being covered by nothing but Iwa's limbs and a heated blanket.

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✩

[letshaikyuu]

can i um request sugar daddy au with kuroo bokuto ushi and iwa 😔👉👈

> haikyuu's sugar daddies.

a/n: i love this request and the amount of comments my friends and i make about wanting sugar daddies, this request is right up my alley AND APPARENTLY, there are 7 types of sugar daddy relationships so let's get started

warnings: if you don't like money or sugar daddies, do scroll past and i do mention sex a few times so under the cut ✂

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> kuroo tetsurou

"Sugar dating - combines the intertwined life of companionship with sex"

i can't see Kuroo as only being a behind the scenes man and sending you large amounts of cash out of the blue. nu uh, he's too interested in other people's lives, especially the life of his sugar baby.

the relationship will quickly developed if kuroo finds you interesting and his interest shows with him sending larger and larger sums of cash with each transaction.

as written above, sex does end up becoming a staple of this situation of yours. mind you, he is very upfront about his desires, so he immediately tells you that this situationship might turn sexual, giving you the opportunity to back out.

he does bribe you into doing things like: "if you give me a kiss, i'll give you 10€" or "give me a blow job and i'll buy you that new phone you've wanted"

> bokuto kotarou

"Compensated dating - monetary or material compensation for grabbing a coffee, a meal or attending a specific event together"

i don't think he'd have time or think much about having a partner, especially with a life as busy as his. so, that's where a sugar baby would come in! honestly, questions this possibility very frequently, but gives in in the end.

i feel like he'd ask you first how much money you'd like to be sent and if you need the number to be raised. will splurge on you all the time if you don't tell him to stop.

if he takes you out for coffee, it's a super pleasant experience because he's super nice and interesting to be around, and if he sees you reacting well to him, his behaviour and jokes, you bet your bank account is going to be singing as you finish your cup of coffee.

takes you to volleyball events as his "partner" and boy, the money you get afterwards is unbelievable. never pushes you too far and only does PG-13 things.

> ushijima wakatoshi

"Compensated companionship” includes a wider range of activities and often involves the person becoming more intertwined in the man’s life.

he'd want his sugar baby to be more of a partner to him, but without being labeled such? that sounds like such an asshole move, but oh well. also, this type of companionship rarely includes sex, like in this case.

he just wants someone who is willing to come to his games, greet him afterwards and go back to his place for a nice celebratory meal - no strings attached.

also the one who splurges unbelievable amounts of money and still thinks he's giving you too little. texts you quite often and asks of you to accompany him to the store, go buy some new gear for him and so on...always ends up buying you some stuff as well.

very very open about this situationship and isn't afraid to talk to anyone about it. it's his money and time he's spending with you, so why would anyone care about what he does?

> iwaizumi hajime

"Pragmatic love - the sugar baby is more than happy to let a sugar daddy care for them, and hopes eventually to be in a romantic, long-term relationship with him."

come on, who wouldn't want to end up with this man? he's like the epitome of all that's sexy, manly and appealing to the eye AND he's super cute and nice, so totally understandable. at first, he doesn't even know the effect he has on you.

out of the four, i believe he's the one who'd most likely convert or "upgrade" your situationship into a real relationship because iwaizumi seems like an emotional person - he loves love.

he also loves taking care of people, so besides giving you money for everything you need, he frequently invites you over to his place for a nice home cooked meal, movie marathon, some good sex if it's his birthday and such...it hits him pretty quickly that he's fallen for his sugar baby.

you don't have to wait long for him to properly ask you and start referring to you as his partner and not just someone he spends his money on because it feels nice to care for others.

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ending note: i forgot how annoying it is to tag things here...

[iwaasfairy]

dilf iwa bday sex !!!!

YeA YEA YEAAAA

just a quick lil thing for mY LOVE THE FIRE IN MY LOINS THE BEAT OF MY HEART Idk it’s so early I will revisit this w actual thoughts latER

tw daddy kink, breeding, implied age gap

“Happy birthday, Daddy.” Your grin is as coy as it is genuine, grabbing his bicep to teasingly squeeze, as Hajime’s brows furrow.

“Stop that.” He’s too busy finishing the French toast to look at you proper, but a slight blush still makes it’s way onto his ears. He looks so good with his shorter hair, undercut exposing more of his neck. Instead you place kisses onto his arm and repeat it, a few times — until those pretty olive eyes find your face when he finishes up cooking. “Stop calling me that. Go sit.”

“But you are,” you pout instead, picking one of the strawberries from the bowl to go lean against the table instead. “I can’t think you’re sexy anymore because you’re so much more mature than me now?” Hajime follows you with his eyes, before crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Want me to make you a daddy for real, daddy~?”

His Adam’s apple bobs, before he walks over to before you and towers like he does. His broad frame stands over you as you lean back onto your arms a bit more, let him brush a hand along your cheek and throat. Instead of brushing past his fingers ghost over your neck, the same one still bruised and full of marks — he can’t help himself. The raspy voice takes you aback, deep and steady and demanding. “Don’t tease me like this. You’re being a brat.”

You can never truly fluster him anymore. Hajime only raises his brows a little, as a tiny grin slips on when he leans in. “If you want me to hold you down and fuck the attitude out of you, you just gotta ask, baby.” His lips brush along your cheek to your ear, laying a meanly brief kiss there. “‘Daddy, daddy’ me all you want. If I breed you full right here, you’re not gonna complain, right? If I fuck this pretty, little cunt ‘til you go stupid?”

Your tongue gets stuck on the words, instead fluttering your long lashes up at him as he stares back at you so intensely. “Quiet already? I thought you had a lot to say. Hm?” The push of his thumb on your throat has you opening your mouth, and Hajime just chuckles. His other hand comes to squeeze your cheeks, then runs the pad of this thumb over your bottom lip and slips it into your mouth.

The glitter in his eyes is so sexy. “Go on. Call me daddy again.”

[iwas-princess]

iwaizumi hajime • princess wishes

“pl-please, iwa.” you sobbed pleadily, tugging against the tight ropes around your wrists.

your boyfriend just shook his head in protest instead, a dry chuckle leaving his lips as he paced around the bed, his predatory eyes boring into your bound body. each curve of the rope that dug into your plush skin melted his heart— and cock. the sight of seeing his precious baby all tied up and helpless made his mind go blank and attentively focus of the beautiful girl sprawled out on the bed.

his rough fingers gently traced along your figure, purposely missing your sensitive parts and angles to tease you more. whines of disproval at his actions left your lips, much to his pleasure. seeing you like this for him had his cock leaking in his pants and twitching impatiently. oh how he wanted to fill you— breed you— with his sticky cum until you were too sensitive for anymore. he wanted you too feel the stretch of him for days, his cock to leave an imprint of your cunnie, mold it for him only.

“please, iwa. please, make me cum.” you begged for him blindly.

iwaizumi only smirked to himself satisfied before grazing a finger along your cheek softly, tauntingly.

“oh, you poor princess.” his pretend sympathy laced his voice as he spoke to you ever so gently. “tell daddy what’s wrong? what way do you need to be touched, little one?”

you sniffled.

“need your cock, daddy.”

he hummed in satisfaction at your statement, appreciating your taught obedience. he did that. he taught you how to please him. that you were no one else’s; just his. fuck, he just loved you so much. he could never stop thinking about you, you were all that plagued his mind and the only thought that ever mattered to him. your beautiful plump body, the way it was built like the goddesses were and glew with such perfection that left him speechless. and it was all for him to cherish and protect.

his

“whatever my princess wishes.”

[mrs-kodzuken]

Two lovers and a stuffie ♡

Pairing: Haijme Iwaizumi x fem!reader x Tōru Oikawa

WC: 2.4k

Genre: fluff with hints of sadness

CW: fem!reader, age regressor!reader, caregiver!haijme, caregiver!tōru, poly relationship, age regression coping mechanism, mentions of period blood/pads, when reader is regressed they use the caregiver name of “daddy” referring to iwa & kawa, strictly and completely unsexual!! stuffed animal and pacifier used for comfort by reader, switches from 1st pov to 3rd omniscient then back to 1st for plot

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"Are you ready? You can sit with me if you'd like."

Kiyoko had offered me to sit beside her on the bus. We had been invited to a week-long training camp by the Shinzen. Even Aoba Johsai would be there too.

"Sure, thanks Kiyoko." I smiled, climbing to one of the front seats with her.

I snagged the window seat, wanting to watch the stars. Knowing I wouldn't be able to sleep on the way here, I stayed up. The fear of someone crashing the bus keeping me up.

Getting into my bag, I squeezed my stuffy's arm to calm myself. Usually, I'd have time to regress, but since we're going to be somewhere else, it would be almost impossible.

Even if both of my caregivers were going to be there. I still didn't want to risk it and get made fun of.

It was exceptionally hard to have both of my significant others in a different school too. I knew they'd be working hard and practicing, and it was about thirty minutes from my house to theirs.

The entire night, I watched Coach Ukai and our adviser, Takeda, switch between driving.

Somehow, during the night, my stomach started to churn, giving me a sick feeling. I didn't bother telling anyone because it would only cause trouble.

I never get sick during car rides, so I thought that must be it. I was just car sick.

Thinking by the time morning came about, it'd be gone. Just to my luck, it got worse.

It was like pins and needles had been continuously poking and prodding my abdomen.

I had to constantly keep my face a poker face and refrain from holding my stomach. I didn't want to cause any suspicion or worry.

"(Y/n)? Are you okay? You seem quieter than usual." I heard Kiyoko ask beside me while I was walking, going to put our stuff down in the managerial room.

All the managers from each team had an entire room to ourselves since all of us were girls.

"Y-Yes. I'm fine." I gave her a painful smile, trying to tell her I was alright.

I heard a bus across the lot pull to a stop, and it turned out to be Seijoh.

"Move your ass, Shittykawa." I heard my lover's voice, which soothed me. I practically relaxed while standing because of it.

"So mean, Iwa-chan."

Turning towards the voices, I watched them both, lovingly. But I refused to go over there, despite how much I wanted to; if I did, I'd melt into their arms.

Taking a deep breath in, hoping it would soothe my stomach. No such luck.

I quickly moved along with Kiyoko and Yachi, not wanting to be left behind when they started walking.

As the day drawn on, the pains in my stomach were getting so harsh. I even developed a headache that was pounding in my skull.

It was like the world was out to get me or something.

To make matters worse, I could hardly do my job as a manager due to switching between my headspaces. It felt like my mind was breaking in half.

I had managed to stay away from the two boys, but I was noticed by almost everyone else.

My head was loopy, making my footing weird as I walked to dinner.

"Are you sure you're okay? You haven't eaten anything today, and you're not eating dinner." I heard Sugawara say to me from across the table.

It was true; I had been pushing my food around, playing with it. I couldn't even eat because of the pain.

"I'm fine; I just am tired. I'm going to go take a shower, then go to bed." I reassured them, pushing my chair back, with a forced small smile.

I didn't care if my team's eyes were watching my every move, but I locked eyes with Oikawa and Iwaizumi on my way out.

As I turned the corner, tears brimmed my eyes just a bit. I wanted nothing more than to run into their arms and have them take care of everything. To take care of me.

I grabbed my futon in the manager's room and got it ready, but decided to lay down for a few minutes. An uneasy feeling settling in my stomach.

But when my head finally laid down, I was out like a light.

My eyes shot open, and I could feel bile rising in my throat. Immediately covering my mouth, I got up and rushed to find a bathroom.

There wasn't one in the room, but I did find one down the hall. I quickly slumped to my knees and let it all out within the, thankfully, clean porcelain toilet.

Tears welled in my eyes, wanting nothing more than the comfort of my daddies. I sobbed into the toilet, my body feeling hot and the salty tears trailing down my cheeks. My sorrow filled sobs echoed in the empty bathroom.

My stomach wasn't any better; it seemed to have gotten even worse. It was to the point where I couldn't even move if I wanted to.

I lay there sobbing, heavily deep in little space, sick. Another round of bile came about, which I released once again.

My left arm was hugging my stomach as my right one gave me support to lean on. I could feel my nose becoming stuffy, which only made me cry harder.

"D-Daddy." I hiccupped and whined, wanting them to take care of everything.

Whimpers escaped my mouth as I heard the door open. I was wishing for my daddies but was met with Kiyoko.

My eyes widened, "Please don't laugh at me! I just want my daddies!" I sobbed louder, afraid my secret would be out, snot running from my nose.

Kiyoko crouched down to my sickened state and started to soothingly rub my shoulders.

"I won't laugh, I promise. Can you tell me who your daddies are?"

"Tōru and H-Haijme." I squeezed my eyes shut as another wave of pain came from my stomach.

"Will you be alright while I go get them?" Kiyoko asked, still rubbing my shoulders.

I slowly nodded, taking a sharp intake of air.

Kiyoko had fast-walked to Aoba Johsai's room. She didn't want to leave (Y/n) in there by herself, especially in this condition.

She quietly opened the door, not trying to wake anyone. Kiyoko had walked inside, but to her dismay, she found two futons empty.

Huffing a bit, she turned around, exiting their room.

When she left, she accidentally bumped into the two people she had needed to find.

"Karasuno's manager? What are you doing up?" Oikawa had asked, eyeing her suspiciously.

"I think I have your little girl in the bathroom. She's asking for you two and seems quite sick."

The entire reason Iwaizumi and Oikawa were up anyway was to find the manager's room. They wanted to check up on their little girl, who had been avoiding them all day.

When those words left Kiyoko's mouth, they rushed to follow her into a bathroom.

I looked up from my slouching spot on the tiled bathroom floor after hearing the door slam open.

My half-lidded eyes recognized the two beings. "Daddy!" I cried, wanting to be in their embrace and take care of me.

A frantic look came upon both of their faces as they crouched down to where I was.

"Sweetie, what happened?"

"Baby, are you bleeding?"

They both asked simultaneously, and I looked down at the shorts I had been wearing during the day.

The gray shorts were leaking red liquid, causing a mess on me and the floor.

My eyes widened as I looked up, my eyes tearful. I began to apologize, sobbing louder unable to control my emotions in this state.

Haijme engulfed me in his strong arms, cuddling me softly. I leaned on his chest, relaxing.

I heard Tōru ask Kiyoko for any lady products I could use. While he was away, Iwaizumi picked me up in bridal style and he got a bubble bath ready.

He cleaned me up an brushed my teeth, too. All the while, I became sleepier as he whispered sweet nothingness into my ear.

Oikawa came back with a large shirt, his boxers, and some pads.

"Here, baby," Haijme gave me a glass of water and a couple of pills.

I easily swallowed them, trying to keep my eyes open and refrain from yawning.

Tōru picked me up while Iwaizumi had gone somewhere else.

I cuddled against Oikawa's chest while he carried me to his team's room.

Setting me down softly on a futon—well, two futons pushed together. He covered me up with the blankets.

Hajime came back with my (f/c) pacifier and stuffie.

He gently set the paci in my mouth while I brought (stuffies/name) closer to me.

Both of them wrapped their arms around me. They cradled me all night, knowing that there was a possibility of us getting into trouble in the morning.

Oikawa had started running his hands through my hair, while Iwaizumi gently massaged my stomach. That was all I needed to go to sleep peacefully this time.

When morning finally rolled around, most of the team was up. Well except for Iwaizumi, Oikawa, and (Y/n), who were still sleeping.

That morning, the guys had taken many pictures of the three of them. They laughed in adoration silently, not daring to wake them up.

But as always, there wouldn't be a day that went by when they wouldn't dare let their captain and vice captain get into trouble.

So they made up excuses till Oikawa and Iwaizumi awoke. The both of them staring at your beautiful sleeping form.

They kissed your forehead and cheek then wrote a small note on each side of you.

Once they were ready, they announced that you were sick and needed to be kept in bed all day.

Then everyone got confused as to why they, out of all people, would announce that.

"What did you do to our precious manager?" said by none other than Noya and Tanaka.

"She's our girlfriend," Iwaizumi answered, unbothered.

It seems as if Tanaka and Noya had frozen their raging attack.

"Whose?"

"Both of ours." Oikawa answered with a pointed look.

It seemed as if they both decided to reflect on their life choices after hearing that answer.

Waking up peacefully this time made me feel so much better. Cuddling my stuffie, I stretched my legs out. Realizing that me being on my period wasn't a dream, I shot out of the futon.

I was scared that I had leaked while I slept.

Luckily, I didn't, but I did need to change pads. After doing my business and washing my hands thoroughly, I laid back down.

I wasn't going to get up if I didn't need to. Looking to the left, I saw a small piece of paper lying there.

How the hell did I not see that when I checked the futon?

Picking it up, it was a sweet good morning note. It was from Haijme and also stated that Oikawa's was on the other side of me.

After I had read them, I put them in a spot where I wouldn't crush them.

I had been trying to fall back to sleep countless times, but when my cramps decided to come back, that's when I got up.

I went searching through Tōru's bag for some sweatpants because I'm not walking out of this room in just his boxers.

After sliding those bad boys on my lower half, I grabbed the notes, shoving them in my pocket and put the futons away.

I had no idea what time it was since my phone was back in the manager's room. So I decided to see what we'd be eating next to tell the time.

Walking into the kitchen, I was met with the smell of soup and, to be honest, it did smell quite good.

"Miss (L/n), you're up. The staff heard you were sick, so we whipped you up a soup. Feel better soon!" The lady handed me a fresh bowl of soup, and I thanked her while moving towards the dinner table to eat.

By the time I was done, I could hear some people coming in for lunch. I guess I had mine a bit early.

Anyways, I started shuffling back to the Aoba Johsai room; I had forgotten my stuffie and paci.

Picking them up I hid the pacifier in the sweat pants pocket so no one would see it.

When I shut the door, I turned around to head towards the room I should have slept in. My hair is probably a mess right now, and I should fix it.

I was stopped in my walk when I heard someone call out my name.

Turning around, I was ruthlessly jumped on by Tōru, I could tell by his intoxicating scent I loved. He tackled me to the floor, and we obviously fell.

"Ow, Tōru! Get off!" I shouted, trying to move his body.

"But you love me!" He leaned into my body more—that is, until we heard stomping coming from the hall.

I looked up to see Iwaizumi and smirked, because Oikawa was about to get his ass kicked.

"Oi! Get your heavy ass off of her, Trashykawa!" He ripped Tōru's body from mine, relieving me and slapping him.

"Thank you." I was gently pulled up from the floor, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"That's not fair! I want one!" Tōru pouted at me, his arms crossed.

I rolled my eyes at his playful behavior but still moved to give him a kiss on the cheek.

At the last second, the sly fucker moved his head so I'd kiss his lips. Which I should have expected from Oikawa.

"Amazing, why didn't I think of that?" Hajime sarcastically said, taking my waist and kissing me.

Just as Tōru was about to make another move, I quickly stopped him.

"No, I'm going to my room and I feel much better now. Thank you." I said that and turned to finally going down the hall.

I heard them talking about how I don't have to say thank you since they are the caregivers. I couldn't help myself, though.

When I got better, everything seemed to return to normal. I even apologized to Kiyoko because I had disrupted her sleep.

She said it was fine because she had always been a light sleeper. I just couldn't thank her and my boys enough.

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a/n: this is from my book “Haikyuu x Reader One Shots” on Wattpad! I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you have any requests!

the header is made by me, please like/reblog if used <3

[clairewriteshaikyuuxreader]

His kid asks him to stay away (Oikawa, Atsumu)

Inspired by two scenes from Gilmore Girls. 

Part of the AU: His best friend's wife (Osamu's side)

Oikawa is surprised but beaming when he finds his daughter standing outside his hotel suite. "Hey, princess!" He envelopes Yuma (悠真) in a tight hug, which she reluctantly returns.

"I'm sorry I didn't call–" 

Tooru shakes his head, squeezing her shoulders. "Nonsense. You're always welcome here. Hey, I made that corned beef that you like. The one with potatoes? I can heat them up right now. Come inside."

"No, that's okay. Listen, dad..." She takes a step back, pulling herself away from his arms. "Mom has a boyfriend."

Tooru blinks. "Oh."

"It's Uncle Iwa."

He inhales sharply. "Yeah, I...I heard."

Japan's team had a plethora of colorful characters, and the more noisy members liked to talk online and post photos of their unknowing teammates, coaches, and trainers. One particular trainer had many candid photos of him and Oikawa's ex wife in the background. You were never active in social media, so Tooru shamefully relied on his daughter's posts to see how you were doing. Her posts were always the same: friends, school, you and her together. You two were like the happier, healthier version of the Gilmore Girls. And there was no other man in your life as far as he can tell.

Everything was fine until last month.

Last month was your first birthday after the divorce. Tooru was in Argentina and could only send a polite greeting and of course, you only sent a simple 'thank you.' 

The same time, his daughter uploaded two photos: one was of you two, and the other was of you and his best friend, sitting awfully close to each other. 

He remembered that day like it was yesterday. After seeing Iwaizumi so close to you with the faintest red in his face, he had to know, he had to ask.

Three rings before the trainer picked up.

"What the hell, Trashykawa–"

"Are you seeing my wife?"

"..."

Tooru didn't even need an answer. The silence spoke for itself. But he wanted to hear what his friend had to say.

"Oikawa..."

"Please, Iwa-chan. Tell me the truth," he whispers. Iwaizumi had to have known how much Tooru still loves you, how much he wants to turn back time and fix everything. He had to know, because Tooru cried to him the night he signed the papers.

On the other side of the line, Iwaizumi inhales. Then he says, "She's not your wife anymore."

Tooru hung up. He was glad that Japan was an ocean away, because he would've driven straight to Iwaizumi's house and beat him up.

"Dad?" his daughter calls out to him.

"Sorry, sweetie, daddy spaced out for a bit."

His daughter examines his face, her own expression hesitant but determined. She sticks her hands into her coat pocket and speaks up again: "I want you to stay away from them."

Time stills and Tooru feels sick. "You...what?"

"Dad, I love you but...but you hurt mom."

"Honey, I– "

"And it doesn't matter if you mean to or not, you just do. You just do. And before you start, you should know that mom never speaks bad about you, well, not in front of me anyway--"

Tooru should be proud. Even at this moment his sweet Yuma retains his and your snarkiness. But right now he just wants to throw up. 

"My point," she continues, "is that I'm not here because mom says you're the devil."

"I know. Your mom isn't like that."

"So then you know that she doesn't deserve getting clobbered."

"... I do."

"She deserves to be happy, dad, and Uncle Iwa makes her happy. I know that you must be mad and hurt but I'm begging you to please let them be."

Tooru can't bring himself to open his mouth as his daughter brushes back her hair, trying to hold back her tears. "I'm still gonna visit you and you can visit me. You can get angry at them and me but don't do anything because... because you should see how mom smiles now."

He understands. Looking back at it now, he couldn't recall the last time you smile so genuinely when you were with him.

His little girl, acting not so little anymore, rubs her face. "Anyway, that's all I got to say. It was nice seeing you."

"Wait–"

"I still have to meet up with my friends."

"At least let me drive–"

"This isn't Argentina, dad," she points out. 

He doesn't have a car here. "Right." 

She gives him a pitying look but only mutters out a "bye" before leaving.

Tooru silently opens the door to his hotel room. 

He heats up the leftover corned beef from last night and sets down his plate on the table, settling in front of the TV.

But he doesn't eat or even listen to the news.

He cradles his head between his hands.

His only daughter, his sweet, little princess who should be free of troubles, came here just to tell him to stay away.

"Dammit." He swallows the lump in his throat as he fiddles with the ring he refuses to take off. "I'm pathetic."

You didn’t ask much. You always supported Atsumu, always defended him from your family when your parents accused him of abandoning you, always made excuses and did everything–everything to keep your relationship happy. 

You loved your job and if someone were to go back in time and ask you if you would sacrifice your career for a guy, you’d throw your head back and guffaw, because the idea was insane. But then you met Atsumu, and he wasn’t just some guy. He was the guy. He was sweet and funny and supportive. He adored his mother, he had a good relationship with his brother. He was passionate and he shone brighter than anyone. 

And you loved how much he loved volleyball.

So you didn’t ask for much. 

You didn’t complain when he had to leave you alone when he was off to Argentina or China for weeks and months.

You didn’t whine when he couldn’t accompany you to family reunions and weddings of close friends.

It was your idea to quit your job the moment the test came out positive. 

Sure, you loved your job–love your job–but Atsumu was your whole world. You never thought you’d have someone like him in your life and you were determined to be happy with him and the bundle of joy you two made.

Your son was born healthy. Hiroyuki (ヒロユキ), you decided to name him. Atsumu was there and he showed off the little runt to the doctor who delivered, to the nurses who helped, and your family members waiting outside.

You didn’t expect yourself to end up the way you did, but everything was fine.

Your boys were healthy.

Your husband was doing great. Every week there was always a shower of praise for your genius setter.

Your son grew up nothing like his dad though: while Atsumu was brash and loud-mouthed, his son was a quiet and polite boy who hated conflict; while Atsumu lived for volleyball, his son hated getting dirty and sweaty and preferred academics.  

You and Atsumu still wanted him to be healthy though, so you encouraged him to exercise and pursue other hobbies.

Your son only begrudgingly agreed to get you both to shut up.

Everything was great.

You were great. You were content. 

But then you saw it, a single message from an unknown number on your husband’s phone.

“I had an amazing night. Call me when you’re in the city.”

Your shining world crumbled in an instant.

You couldn’t remember what you did next. You vaguely recall smashing the device into a mirror and locking yourself in the guest bedroom. 

The next six months were a blur, too.

You froze out your husband though you didn’t tell your son the truth, only telling him that mommy and daddy just couldn’t be with each other anymore. Some people were appalled that you wanted to get a divorce. “Because so what if he cheated?” They had asked. “Think of your son.”

You did think of your son. Ever since you discovered you were pregnant with him, you always thought of your son. 

The divorce was for his sake as much as yours, because you had no guarantee that you wouldn’t end up murdering his father if you stayed next to him.

So you bought a different house in the next city, got your old job back, and got divorced. Shared custody. 

The whole ordeal felt unreal. Every day, you felt like you would float out to space, but you had Hiroyuki, who liked to tug on your pants and remind you: “I’m here, mama.”

You would laugh and give him the tightest hug every time. You wished you didn’t cry so much every time though. You wanted to be stronger for both of you.

And you were strong enough.

With your baby and your job back, you became too busy to even think about your cheating ex. 

Fast forward years later and it’s now your baby’s middle school graduation.

“You’re now a man!”

“Stop it, mom.”

“Whatever happened to ‘mama’?”

“Mom.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You kissed his cheek. “Your dad should be here soon.”

“It’s okay, I’m not a kid anymore, you don’t have to lie.”

You gently flicked his forehead. “I made sure to tell him.”

He blinked. “You did?”

“I did.”

“When…when did you tell him?”

“Last week–”

“You didn’t have to tell him.” 

“He’s still your dad.”

“Yeah, my dad,” he bitterly repeats. Although the lawyers agreed on shared custody, the man was rarely around. When it was Atsumu’s turn to take care of Hiroyuki, he was almost never at home and the people who took care of the kid were either his mom or his brother. Truth be told, Hiroyuki didn’t care. How could he possibly forget the many days he caught his mom trying desperately to hide her sadness and the many nights she sobbed in her bedroom when she thought her son was asleep? Children weren’t idiots. And Hiroyuki never bought into the idea that kids needed a mother and a father either. Why would he? He grew up with only his mother being there for him, so why would he need his father now?

“I would’ve called him myself if you really wanted him here,” he says.

“It’s not about me wanting him here, it’s about him having to want to be here, and he should be here. It’s his only son’s graduation.”

“Middle school graduation. It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing.”

“It’s a celebration in mediocrity.” 

“That’s a lot coming from the valedictorian and…” You fall quiet.

“What’s wrong?” He turns to follow your line of sight. 

He exhales when he sees his sperm-donor walking into the auditorium, dressed in a clean polo shirt and some woman hanging off his elbow.

His Uncle Samu’s right: the man’s an idiot.

“Hey, mom, could you get me a soda?”

“Huh?” You snap out of your trance. 

“I’m kinda thirsty.”

You try to protest but quickly quiet down before giving your son a sad smile and walking towards the cafeteria.

Hiroyuki inherited his father’s height so it only took a few strides before he caught up to the man and his plus one.

“Hi dad.”

Atsumu grins at his son. “There he is, the man of the hour. Happy graduation, kid!”

Hiroyuki bites his lip. He hates how oblivious this guy is. He hates how he could smile like this and bring this woman with him like nothing’s wrong and that everything is okay. 

He doesn’t say anything else and an awkwardness falls between the three of them.

Atsumu clears his throat and gestures towards his date. “Have you met–”

“–no.” Hiroyuki shuts him down. “Dad, can we talk? Alone.”

The woman looks peeved and makes a face, like she’s expecting Atsumu to get mad on her behalf, but the volleyball player only shrugs and pulls his arm away from her. “Sure thing.”

The two guys walk to a corner in the room, away from prying eyes.

“Hey, I got you some cash but it kinda feels like it’s not enough, so do you have anything you want for today?”

Without hesitation, Hiroyuki speaks up: “Stay away from mom.”

Atsumu’s head swerves and he is forced to look straight into the clear, unyielding eyes of his only son. 

There is a pause.

Atsumu lets out a nervous chuckle. “I’m sorry, I thought I just heard you say that you want me to stay away from your mom.”

“You heard right.” Hiroyuki crosses his arms. “Dad, I know what you’re trying to do.”

“What’re you talking about?”

“Bringing that woman here? I know you’re trying to make mom jealous.”

“That’s ridiculous! First of all, that woman is named Ochaco.”

“What’s her last name?”

“...”

“Dad, just stop. That’s the best thing you can give me.”

“Son–”

“I know you still love her.” Hiroyuki knows how the man looks at you, because it’s the same look you had whenever you heard his name or saw him on the news. He hates that you’re still in love with your ex, because those feelings blinded you from realizing how his Uncle Samu looks at you; Samu who helped you move, Samu who packed your things into boxes because you couldn’t bear a second longer in Atsumu’s house, Samu who made sure you and Hiro were always fed, Samu who could comfort you in ways Hiro couldn’t because you didn’t want to look weak in front of your boy. “But you can’t be together, not anymore, so please just stop these stupid games and go back.”

“What?”

“I have mom, I have Uncle Samu, they’re all I need.” 

“Hiro–”

The speakers blared with feedback before the emcee called for all graduates to find their seats. 

“I have to go. Bye, dad.”

Atsumu wants to pull back his son, to talk with him, but seeing his little boy walking confidently away from him broke his heart.

He bites his lip.

He really did f*** up. 

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could you maybe do another iwaoi ? I just wanted to say that it was really good written thank you ;)

a/n: thank you so much !! i'm glad that you liked it TT and also sorry for taking so long to reply :( btw, this fic doesn't really have relation or is a part 2 from the other iwaoi fic

TEASING

pearing: haikyuu!! — oikawa x iwaizumi x fem!reader

word count: 0.8k

content warning: timeskip!iwaoi | polyamorous relationship | threesome (mxmxf) | mommy & daddy kink | dirty talk | nipple play | iwaizumi calls tooru's pecs 'tits' | sligth mention of fingering & masturbation (m) | teasing | begging | mentions of oral (f) and (m) penetration at the end

summary: oikawa wants to try nipple play, and he rather begs his partners to play with his chest.

📎 side note: english is not my first language so, sorry in advice for any grammar mistakes.

"Bite 'em" Oikawa whined as his partners showered his chest with kisses, dangerously close to his sensitive nipples.

"Mmh?" [Name] mumbled, leaving a kiss on Hajime's cheek before turning around to Tooru again.

"Bite my nipples, kiss them, suck them, I don't know! But do something with them, they hurt" the setter pouts, looking down at his pecs.

"Your tits?" Iwaizumi mumbles, his right hand coming to cup Tooru's left pec on it. "They are already swollen, have you play with them in the shower?" his fingers started to play with the nipple, folding it with his thumb and index finger, making Tooru shiver.

"...Maybe" he mumbles, looking away from the both of you with flushed cheeks.

"Mmh, how naugthy Tooru. Where else did you touch yourself while you were in the shower, mmh?" [Name]'s lascive tone makes the setter's ears tingle as she lefts kisses all over his tummy and chest, finally reaching his right pectoral, also spreading kisses around the nipple.

"D-down there" he can't help but stutter, the feeling of his girlfriend's lips so close to his sensitive nipple makes him dizzy already, while his boyfriend is practically devouring his other nipple.

"Where exactly, baby? Here?" Iwaizumi asks, his free hand coming to take Oikawa's hard cock on a hold.

"Or...here?" [Name]'s hands also move to that zone, a little lower to tease her boyfriend's hole with the tip of her fingers, smiling at the way Tooru gasped. "Mmh, maybe it was both, don't you think Haji?" she asks her other boyfriend, turning around to grin at each other.

"Sure it was. Maybe it wasn't enough with just touching his dick, so he started to toy with his nipples" Iwa deduced, going back to suck on Tooru's nipple while starting to stroke his boyfriend's dick on his hand.

"Did that make you cum, Tooru? Do you want us to make you cum just by your nipples?" [Name] asks, fingers still teasing his hole while the tip of her tongue teased to make contact with his free nipple.

Oikawa couldn't handle it anymore.

"Yes! Please..." his hands moved to cup the back of both his partners heads, pulling them even closer to him, "just- play with them. I think I'm gonna cum faster if you are the ones that plays with them" he mumbled, clear enough for the both of you to hear.

[Name] was faster than Iwaizumi to take Oikawa's lips on a kiss, her fingers replacing her mouth and teasing his right nipple with her index and thumb, pulling and twisting it. Hajime also started to play with it with his hand, mouth now busy spreading kissing along Tooru's collar bone and neck.

"Fuck..." Tooru gets to pant after pulling apart from the kiss with [Name], only to be pulled in another kiss with Hajime.

[Name] takes the opportunity, and her warm mouth finally makes contact with her boyfriend's puffy and swollen nipple. She started to suck on it, before taking it in between her teeth carefully.

"Ah...baby" Tooru whines, throwing his head back as his two partners suck on his nipples with dedication.

"Look at him twitching, baby" Hajime calls for his girlfriend, who turns around to look at their boyfriend's cock twitching on the spot.

"He's even leaking" [Name] chuckles, her index finger running over the slit to take a little of the pre-cum that was spilling out of Tooru's tip. "Are you that close to cum already, pretty boy? We've just played with you for a few minutes" she took her finger coatted with pre-cum and put it in fron of Hajime's lips, who gladly took her finger in his mouth and licked it clean.

"Please..." the brunet begs again, squirming around the matress as his boyfriend and girlfriend limited themselves to kiss his torso. "Please...mommy, daddy. Make me cum from my nipples and fuck my needy hole" he begged, as whiny as he knew his lovers liked. "Nngh-ah!"

Iwaizumi and [Name]'s lips quickly attached to their boyfriend's pectorals one last time; lips, tongue and teeth torturing the setter's pink and swollen nipples like they were gonna get milk out of them.

Tooru hold them closer to him as he cummed untouched, spilling his hot seed all over his stomach and chest, his whole body shaking as his partners keep sucking on his nipples.

"You're gonna be the death of us, pretty boy" Hajime hissed once they pulled apart from his boyfriend's chest, fingers already scooping his own cum to use it as a lube on his hole.

"You're gonna eat me out like a good boy while our Haji fucks you, right baby?" [Name] asks, and regardless of her boyfriend's answer, she's already howevering over Tooru's face, her wet pussy in front of him.

The setter smirks, opening his legs for his boyfriend and locking his arms around his girlfriend's thighs.

"Yes mommy"