#i want to c.hoke him

[hiraethedits]

bro the fucking VEIN in corey’s neck tho in that second gif that looks like it’s about to burst from the fall 🤤🥵

[darabeatha]

/  pov: u enter his simulation room and its completely pitch black, yet u realize ur not alone the moment u hear the sound of organs hitting and splashing against the ground from above u

[kissofthespring]

Title: What a man...

Ship: Iwaizumi Hajime x F!Reader 

Genre: S.mut.

Content: C.hoking, f.ingering, v.ideos (from m.) 

Sum: Short little, quick and dirty, Iwaizimi Hajime. I didn’t edit this, oop.

Your fingers grip the edge of your skirt, flattening it for a moment. Under the streetlamp, Iwaizumi looked intimidating. Okay, he always looked intimidating. From his short-cropped hair to the subtle roll of his biceps as he gripped the steering wheel with one hand and shifted into park with the other. His hand came over to rest on your thigh for a split second before he grabbed your hand. 

"I had fun tonight."

"Me too! I didn't know that there were so many ways to fail at painting a unicorn, but…." 

He lifted your hand and pressed a kiss to the inside of your wrist, making your stuttering stop.

"You did better than me, for the record. When can I see you again?"

His words caught you off guard. Sure this was your third date with the athletic trainer, but still, you bit your lip. "I'm busy this weekend, but I should be free in the evenings if you're willing to maneuver a little bit."

His large hand moves to your chin, "Fine by me. Now, can I kiss you?" You give him a nod before allowing the distance between the two of you to close. His calloused palm brushed against your cheek before landing on the glass of the window.

The kiss grows heated, and he growls as he presses you against the window of the passenger side door. His teeth tug at your lip before whispering, "Can I touch you?" He doesn't make a move to continue the kiss until you verbally say, "Yes. Touch me Haji..."

His name dies on your lips as he palms a breast with one hand and slips the other one up your skirt resting on your thigh. The kiss deepening as he swipes his tongue along the seam of your lips. Your gasp is all he needs. His hand moves to your cloth-covered cunt, before pulling back to whisper, "I want to fucking hear you moan."

Capturing your lips again, the first swipe of his fingers against your clothed cunt makes you jump; when he pushes the fabric to the side and rubs your clit with his middle finger, your hips jolt. It feels good. You want so much more.

Grabbing his wrist, you cry out his name as you push his hand toward your hole that's currently clenching around nothing. "More, Hajime."

He drives his middle finger into your cunt, grinning at the gasp that chokes from your lips. His hand that was on your breast wraps around your neck. "I'll give you more, cute little dummy." He adds another finger to your cunt, his thumb sliding over your clit. "My dummy." 

It's dirty and lewd the noises coming from your body and your mouth as he fingered you. He's adding a third finger when he feels your body shake involuntarily, "That's it, baby. Let it go. Cum for me." He whispers against your ear, "Cum, Tsubaki. Show me how I make you feel." Your thighs are shaking as you cum with a gasp, his hand tightening on your throat to control the blood flow and how you were feeling. It was so good that a second one washed over you, leaving you in a euphoric state. 

When you finally felt like you could feel your brain again, you noticed the tent in his pants, "Hajime… What about you? Let me." He stopped your hand before staring you down, "I want to fuck you, but I don't have a condom, so I'll get off in the shower later or something. We already made a mess of you, and if you were to give me head… I wouldn't want to just stop there."

"I have condoms inside…."

"I want when I fuck you to be a marathon, we both work tomorrow; it can't happen tonight." He leans over to press a kiss to your neck confident that he left a mark in his wake, "But let me know when you have a day off, Tsubaki. I'll fuck you till you scream then." He winked as you collected your bag with a sigh and got out of his car. "Fine…"

You were pouting as you walked into your apartment and started to change for the night, going through your nightly routine.

Right before you got into bed, you check your phone to see a text from Iwaizumi. Upon opening it, you realize it's a video; at first, you see his face, his wet hair, and can sort of hear the shower. "When I said I wanted you, I meant it." He turned the camera down to his hand around his cock and flexed as he stroked himself. The camera fogged over, but it was enough. His moans were enough. Fuck. You couldn't wait for this man to fuck you.