#iwaizumi x reader smut

[forusomimiya]

He likes to have eye contact with you while his watching another man who is not him fucking you raw.

He likes to have eye contact with you with one hand on his cock, asking you to be obedient to the man who’s asking you to kneel down to fuck your pretty mouth.

He likes to have eye contact with you when you moan his name but it's another cock that's filling you.

He likes to have eye contact with you as he licks the other man's juice dripping out your pussy.

He likes to have eye contact with you when you cry and beg for his cock long enough to finally get it.

KAGEYAMA, BOKUTO, SUNA, KUROO, ATSUMU, OIKAWA, IWAIZUMI, ASAHI

[koushuwu]

They’re Beautiful

time skip!Iwaizumi Hajime x afab!reader | 18+ content | 1,137 words | established relationship, kinda rough sex, kind of hand fetish i guess, very mild choking. Iwaizumi finally understands your obsession with his hands.

Iwaizumi Hajime never had the largest frame in his social circle and he was well aware of that. Yeah, he was muscular with broad shoulders and it wasn’t like he was short either, but there was always someone taller or broader than him. What he did have though, was the largest and prettiest hands that you’d ever seen; something that you’d never neglected to remind him. Truth be told, the ‘big’ part was the thing you’d told him most often, but he knew you found the pretty as well.

He never really understood your obsession with his hands though. They were just hands after all. Of course, without them he wouldn’t be able to play volleyball, something he very much loved doing. So yes of course he liked them too. But it was clear to him that it was for very different reasons that you liked them. And to a very different extend. You’d always make sure to tend to his hands after a game. You played with his fingers when the two of you were hanging out, relaxing. He even noticed you taking pictures once or twice, when he’d held your hand in his.

He didn’t really understand it. At least not until the two of you started getting more intimate. That’s when he suddenly started seeing his own hands in a different light.

He had big hands alright. He noticed it the first time he cupped your breast in his hands. The way his fingers pressed softly against your skin made his mouth dry. He’d swallowed hard as he drank in the sight. He really had big hands, he noticed again, once when he held onto your hips when you were on top of him, clothed pussy riding his jean clad thigh.

Iwaizumi started actually understanding the liking you’d taken to his hands, but he didn’t entirely get it, before that one time when you grabbed the base of his hand with both of yours, lifting it to your lips. The two of you had been intimate more than once at this point, but not once had he experienced anything quite like watching you guiding his hand to your lips. Like watching the passionate way you wrapped your lips around his fingers. Your gaze had locked on his and kept him in a delirious chokehold as your tongue swirled around his digits, effectively covering them in saliva. His cock jumped at that point. His hand looked good in yours. It looked good against your skin. It looked so utterly delicious in your mouth. Maybe he actually began to really get it.

“I bet your hands would look good around my throat,” you told him once and forcibly suppressed a chuckle when his eyes widened and his adams apple bobbed in his throat. You’d crawled up in his lap as he was sat on the bed after a shower. Both of your lips were swollen from heated kisses shared. “Do you want to try?” His eyes searched your face even as his cock throbbed underneath you. He wanted to, that much was clear, but he wasn’t just going to assume. He wasn’t like that.

“Are you—“

“Sure?” You finished his question for him. “Hajime, please. I want to feel it. Don’t be shy, you can be a little rough if you want,” you said and took his hands in yours, guiding them from your hips and up. Up. Up. Iwaizumi watched in awe as you placed his hands against your throat.

“I—“

“Hajime,” you all but whined, rolling your hips against him. And at that point, Iwaizumi’s gaze flickered to his hands as he let them slide up further against your skin. Yeah. His hands were big. And you were right. They did look good against your neck. At that moment, Iwaizumi thought he finally completely understood. They were beautiful. But not because they were his or in themselves. They were beautiful in unity with your body. As if they were made for your body. It got it. He understood. That’s how it started.

Now he had you on all fours on the bed, cock buried inside of you. His rhythm had your eyes rolling back in your head and his gaze fell on his hands against your hips. They were beautiful. His gaze flicked up to where you threw your head back against a particularly harsh thrust of his hips.

“You said I could be a little rough, didn’t you?” Iwaizumi asked. Even now, as he found it so hard to resist, he wanted to hear you say it.

“Y-yes—“ your voice broke off and a moan tore from your throat. “Haji— Please—“ and that was what it took before you felt it. Iwaizumi saw himself moving before he realized that he was. It was as if he was in a trance when his fingers threaded through your hair and pushed.

“Haji—“ Your arms gave out as Iwaizumi forced your body to bend further, face smushed into the pillow. Your loud moans filled the air around you, as Iwaizumi changed the angle of his thrusts, to go even deeper.

“Fuck,” he cursed. “Look at me,” he urged and loosened his hold to let you turn your head further. You looked up at him, out of the corner of your eye, and even in this state, you couldn’t get past how beautiful he looked. His eyes were curiously fixated on his hand now resting against the side of your face.

“Hajime,” you babbled and he swore he could have cum right then and there. He didn’t. He managed to hold back, even as a low groan rumbled in his chest and he pressed down a little harder. “Harder.”

Iwaizumi obliged. Happily at that, with his gaze locked onto your face on the pillow and his hands against it. He rocked into you harder. Cock aching for release when a little cripple of drool slipped from the corner of your mouth. Iwaizumi relentlessly fucked into you, and watched up come undone by him. He watched your eyes rolling back, your tongue lolling out and your saliva slipping down on the pillow. He bullied his cock into your tight warmth until the both of you reached your climax and through it. Even then, his fingers twitched against your face.

With his thumb, he swept the drool off your chin, and he knew that he finally understood. He really did understand your obsession with his hands after all. And after that one time, Iwaizumi was never able to see his hands the same way again, because whenever he tried, he pictured them against your skin. He pictured them pushing your face into the mattress. He pictured them around your throat or with his fingers in your mouth. But he had to admit, that that truly was a beautiful sight.

tags: @prettyiwa​

[pin-k-ink]

Hey girl hey!!

Let me tell you a little about a dream I have constantly… it’s about Iwaizumi Hajime fingering you LIKE HOW ARE HIS ARMS SO BEEFY🤤🤤 it crosses my mind at least twice a day😍

Have a good day babes!!

a/n: this was way longer than what i intended to write 💀

just imagine, iwa keeping you in a headlock while he finger-fucks you in front of the mirror. youre clawing on his biceps, back arching against him, pressing your plump ass against his throbbing cock that’s been weeping pre-cum since you guys started. hes whispering the lewdest shit in your ear, watching your thighs quiver as you cum, squirting your juices all over the once-pristine mirror. and he doesn’t stop there, his thick fingers slowly drag themselves out of your sopping hole, the calloused pad of his thumb rubbing tight circles on your overly sensitive clit. he gathers your juices before his other hand tightens around your neck. he watched as your kiss-swollen lips part and he takes the chance to plunge his wet fingers inside your mouth. “clean them up for me, princess.” he humps your ass, relishing the way you whine, tongue lazily slurping away at your essence. “you’ll cum for again, won’t you?” you protest, mumbling incoherently against his fingers. his other hand had long abandoned your neck to paw at your breasts, squeezing the flesh and tugging at your tender nipples. “look at you, my pretty girl.” he took his fingers out of your mouth, trailing them down your sternum, your stomach, to finally rest right on top of your pelvis. “watch yourself in the mirror. don’t take your eyes off of it, got it?” he parted your puffy lips with his fingers, his middle finger immediately sticking out to press your clit. you whined and threw your head back, which earned you a light slap on your pussy. you jumped, unintentionally pressing his cock harder against your ass. iwaizumi hissed, bucking his hips up until he was rutting against you. “haji, no more..” you slurred, watching his fingers inch closer towards your hole. he bent down to place a tender kiss on your shoulder, trailing them up to the side of your neck. “just one more, my love. then we’ll be done, ok?” he gripped your jaw in his large hand, forcing you to face him. his lips crashed onto yours right as his fingers plunged themselves into your cunt, your screams muffled against his awaiting mouth. he wasted no time before he began to piston his digits in and out of your hole, drinking up all your moans as your hands came up to entangle themselves in his hair. iwaizumi continued to hump your ass, squeezing your body impossibly closer to his. his lips detached from yours, eyes immediately darting to your ethereal form in the mirror. “look at yourself. watch yourself while you cum around my fingers.” your thighs locked themselves around his hand, your smaller ones holding onto his biceps as you felt your oncoming orgasm. you could feel hajime’s thrusts behind you slowly become irregular, alerting you that he was just about to cum as well. “hajiii!” you screamed, your lower body lifting itself up as you squirted around his fingers once more. iwaizumi’s cock bobbed helplessly, spurting out cum, rope after rope as he stained the edge of the bed and the carpet.

[iwas-princess]

first post in a min...

no thoughts just thinking about iwaizumi holding your waist while you sit in his lap, eye liner in hand and tongue slightly poking out of your lips in concentration as you draw across his eyelid. thinking about how he would have the biggest smirk on his face, at both the fact that you're sitting in his lap and the way your free hand was cupping his cheek gently, while also freaking out internally because oh my god he has a pretty girl in his bubble. thinking about the way he would chuckle when you kiss his cheeks or nose after completing a step in the routine, pretending as if the butterflies in his stomach weren't there and this wasn't wrong. thinking about how he would purr at how soft the brushes felt against his skin. thinking about how he would never stop asking what everything was, and complementing your color choices, telling you how talented you are without even seeing the result yet. thinking about how he would pucker his lips for you as you put lipgloss on him, and of course he demands a kiss right after, blocking out the voice inside his head that screamed protests as his lips met yours.

this was wrong.

wrong

wrong

wrong

wrong

thinking about the way a few pecks would turn into his tongue swiping against your bottom lip, then an eager leaving his throat when you deny his access by pulling away. thinking about how the words 'haji... we really shouldn't' would make his cock stir about his heart speed up. thinking about the way his voice would strain when he groans out a reply, something along the lines of 'it's just us, baby, no one's gotta know' before his lips pepper sloppy kisses along your cheeks, leaving a wet trail as his thoughts begin to clear of nothing but you. the way his whole world would stop the moment you whimpered out 'haji-nii, this is very bad', but continuing his assault on your neck anyway, letting you completely consume his senses in every way possible. thinking about how his hands would wander down to yours sides, squishing the flesh softly, intimately before traveling to the curve of your delicious ass.

thinking about how he knows he should be the last person to ever touch you like this, yet the moral part of him is long gone and dying as his lips run across your soft, delicate skin. how this no longer feels wrong, and the pit in his stomach is no longer there, now replaced by the infatuating need for you; his little stepsister.

[lia7sthings]

-Thirst imagine-

Imagine, him fucking you with his tight suit and loose tie. Rubbing your swollen clit with his rough fingers. Gripping your hips until you see some marks. Squeezing your thighs as their climax approaches.

◇ Ushijima Wakatoshi, Iwaizumi Hajime, Osamu Miya, Daichi Sawamura, Kuroo Tetsuro, Matsukawa Issei

[ramblings-of-a-hopeful-heart]

𝕀'𝕞 "𝔻𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪" 𝕥𝕠 𝕐𝕠𝕦 ℙ𝕥. 𝟚 (ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎)

Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

Haikyuu!!!

Smut/18+

Tags: DDLG, daddy kink, manhandling, rough sex, face slapping, dacryphilia, pussy eating, punishment, explicit language, oral sex

*After an argument, of course you couldn't help but have an attitude. But...it seems that your husband found it necessary to remind you what he is to you. It doesn't matter whether you're fighting, whether you're mad, whether you wanna act like a brat.*

A/N: This is the last part. You can find part 1 here.

Feel free to request, my lubs. <3

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

~*~*~*~

"Here." You gasped, breathless as you were slammed against the wall. Hand holding your face against it. In the background, you swear you heard the click of your house door closing, but all you could focus on was the gruff voice against your ear as he ground his hips against yours; his bulge rubbing against your ass. "This is what you wanted right? Pissy bitch."

He freed your head, only to reach forward, hand gripping at your throat to pull your head back against his shoulder. Your panting breaths heaved; your own chest rubbing against the wall.

Your hips ground back against his, trying to get some friction where you really needed it, but it wasn't enough. God, you needed something inside you.

His hands kneaded at your breasts, unbuttoning your shirt as he pinched your hard nipples poking through your shirt.

"Ha-Hajime, plea-."

Suddenly, a loud slap echoed through the room. Face stinging, disoriented, tears pooled at the corners of your eyes as you rubbed your thighs together, desperate for any sort or relieving friction.

"We just fucking talked about this, didn't we y/n? Didn't we?" His grip tightened around your neck; voice low and deep as he growled into your ear. "Looks like you didn't reflect at all. What the fuck is going on with my little brat? You feelin' rebellious today huh?"

You cried against his grip, gasping as you tried to reach down to ease the throbbing of your cunt.

"Just fucking try touching yourself without my permission, see if I still let you cum."

Your hand stopped in its track, shaking as you brought it up to plant against the wall.

"That's right." He let go of you, stepping back to watch your body tremble. "Keep 'em there."

You bit your lip, trying to suppress your needy whimpers as you pressed your face against the cool wall to relieve the heat plaguing your face.

"T-Touch me p-please...D-Daddy," you cried, craving his touch. You wriggled your hips back, trying to feel him on you, but to no avail. He stepped back enough so that you couldn't feel him at all. "P-Please...it hurts."

"Aw, it hurts?" Gasping, you struggled to keep still, feeling the tip of a single finger grazing at your slit, ever so lightly, through the cloth.

You fought every cell in your body not to move your hips, knowing that he'll take back as easily as he'll give.

"Does my little princess' pussy ache?"

And again he was against you. You sighed, relieved to be caged in his warm body once more. His arm wrapped around your waist, another around your torso, a finger tilting your head back to look at him.

"Your pretty pussy throbbing, baby? You itchin' for my cock to spread those fat pretty pussy lips and fill that wet cunt up with my cum?"

His words caressed at your lips, lust-filled eyes locked onto your tear-filled, half-lidded eyes as your lips parted to match the way his lips moved with every word.

"Yes." You breathed out, lost in his intense gaze, face inching to feel his mouth on yours. God, to feel something, anything. "Fuck D-Daddy, y-yes please."

"Hmm, I'll think about it," he scoffed, his hand slipping into the waste band of your pants, then into your underwear, then down into your slit.

You fell back against him, whimpering at the calloused finger rubbing circles at your clit; hips jerking with every rub as he nuzzled his head against your shoulder, placing fervent little kisses along with stinging love bites.

"Horny little princess, so fucking wet," he mumbled against your shoulder, eyes immersed in the way you bit your bottom lip to keep your moans at bay. "Fuck...You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?"

He shoved you against the wall once more as sat himself down, back against the wall, face directly in front of your clothed pussy, skirt resting haphazardly on top of his head.

Shivers ran throughout your body, feeling his hot breath through the cloth as he ran his hands up your bare legs; fingers grazing against your calves; hands kneading at your plump thighs.

His fingers teased at at hem of your underwear, hands sliding in to rub at your bare ass, before burying his face between your legs.

Hands on your ass kept you in place as he pressed his face against your cunt, groaning as he breathed you in, feeling the wetness soaking your panties.

You pressed your forehead against the wall, eyes shut tightly as you felt that first kiss against your clit. The warmth of his wet tongue had your legs struggling to keep you up.

Slowly, he slid your underwear down, admiring the slick that came along with it as he brought the down for you to step out of.

"Fuck..." You whimpered at the breathy word fanning your bare cunt as a finger prodded at your wetness, slipping inside to hook against your g-spot eliciting a cry from your lips.

"Shit baby, you really are feeling it huh? My horny little baby," he mumbled absentmindedly before his lips finally latched on to your slit.

His guttural groans reverberated, sending vibrations throughout your body, as he lapped and sucked at your juices, adding another digit to his thrusting fingers.

"Da-Daddy...mmm, please...slow down." Whining, your hands balled into fists against the wall, struggling to contain the building pleasure in your womb. "I'm so close. God, I'm so close."

He hummed against your cunt, pressing his mouth harder against you as he focused on your clit, licking, sucking, nipping at the sensitive little bud all the while his fingers stretched out your sopping hole.

He could feel his cock throbbing painfully inside his pants, watching the way your juices dripped from his fingers, down to elbows, and onto his jeans.

The lewd squelching sounds of your pussy. The feeling of you fighting against his grip, trying to free your sensitive clit from his lips. Your cries getting louder and louder as you got closer and closer. The feeling of your gummy, wet walls, convulsing, clamping down on his fingers with every thrust.

He was going fucking insane.

He fucking needed to be inside you.

"P-Plea-Please...Daddy pleeeease," you cried, feeling that familiar coiling feeling building. Winding tighter and tighter, on the very verge of snapping until...it stopped.

Nothing.

No mouth. No fingers. Nothing.

You heaved, sobbing as your knees finally buckled, falling to straddle the man on the floor.

"W-Why...Why'd y-you stop?" Your hand gripped at his shirt, head pressed against his shoulder as you struggled to contain the trembling of your body.

"Did I say I'd let you cum?" He rubbed circles at your back, easing your jerking sobs, in contrast to his harsh words. "And did I say you could take your hands of the wall?"

"I-I...can't a-anymore." You mumbled, head still nuzzled against him.

"Hmm, you can't anymore." His voice was deceivingly gentle, but you knew this was far from over. You recalled all the times you woke up, not being able to move a single muscle from everything he does to you. "Should we stop then, baby?"

It was a useless question. He knew how badly you needed to cum...and he knew how badly you needed him.

"N-No...daddy. I wanna cum...please," you whispered, closing your eyes to breath him in this soft moment before he goes back to fucking you senseless.

"Good girl." You felt his hand slither up your back, tangling within your hair. Then with a sharp tug, he yanked your face away from his shoulder to face him, his eyes taking in your flushed, tear-stained face. "Don't fucking cry now, darling. You wanted this right? You wanted my cock, right?"

"Y-Yes daddy."

"Then put it in yourself, princess."

You bit your lip; his grip stinging at the back of your head as you nodded slightly and only then did he let go.

A hand gripping at his shoulder, you raised your hips, hovering above his lap and tugged his sweats and boxers down just enough to free his member.

His hands grasped at your hips, thumbs rubbing circles at your skin as he watched you sink down on his cock, legs trembling. You tried to ease his size in, until you finally inched him in to the base.

Panting, you pressed your head against his chest, fingers clenched at his shirt, as you let your walls adapt to his pulsing member.

"Hey..." he grumbled, hands kneading impatiently at your ass. "I didn't tell you to stop."

"M-My legs..."

"Your legs? Hmm...fine." A hand reached up, gripping at your hair, yanking your head back once more so he could devour your mouth with his. "I guess you did manage to put it in yourself...Should I reward you, baby?"

You could only groan out a response as he bucked his hips into you once, grinning at the way your jaw slackened at his sudden movement.

"Y-Yes pleasee." You were breathless, feeling the way he ground his hips against yours; the way his tip just rubs against your cervix in the perfect way.

You brought your shaky hands up, cupping his face between your palms as your hazy eyes looked at him, pleading.

"I-I love you...p-please..." you uttered, completely drunk on the throbbing cock inside you. "Please, daddy, I need you. Please...fuck me."

His grip on your hair loosened, coming to intertwine his fingers with yours, placing a gentle kiss on your palm.

"I love you too, baby," he whispered, holding your trembling frame as he gripped at your hips, lifting. "Daddy's gonna be nice now."

And with that, he thrusted his hips up, ramming himself into you as he yanked your hips down to meet his with a loud slap.

Gasping, your mouth opened in a silent scream; your hands now planted against the wall on either side of his head, trying to steady yourself as he plunged up into you with every strong thrust.

His mouth latched onto yours in an greedy open-mouthed kiss, hungrily consuming in each other in a messy frenzy. You felt saliva dribbling down your chin, mixing with the tears streaming down.

Your knees stung against the hardwood floor, the only relief being the way he thrusted up against you, lifting your body slightly.

Your thighs trembled every time his hips slammed into yours, squelching sounds proving exactly how sopping wet your pussy is.

He felt your body fall limp against him, your soft incoherent cock-drunk mumbles melding in with his grunts and the lewd sounds of your cunt as he brought your hips down on him over and over again. He could feel his soaked pants as your juices dripped down your thighs.

"-gonna cum...I'm-I'm...gonna-"

You were so close. God, you were so close. You had absolutely no energy left in your body. Your arms draped limply over his shoulders, your head nuzzled against your neck as you relished in his own moans.

You were in his hands. Nothing was in your control anymore. Your sore legs couldn't even move, let alone bounce on him.

"-ddy...d-daddy...slow-slowly...please."

You begged him to slow down, feeling yourself being thrusted to your high unbearably fast. It was coming. Fast. That coiling unbridled feeling in the depths of your gut wrenching and writhing, wringing tighter and tighter until...you came. You felt everything overflow, bursting out of you, surging out in streams of wetness interrupted with every slam of his hips.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Baby, did you cum? Did you cum for me? Fuck its so wet."

He watched it squirt out of you with every thrust, puddling onto the floor. He willed himself to slow down, trying so badly to let you come down from your high, but he couldn't. Not when he was so close to his own release like this.

Your jaw propped open, tear streamed eyes rolling back as unending plunging brought orgasm after orgasm.

"-dy...Da...ddy...please...e-enough...I-I c-can't..."

"I'm sorry, baby. Just a bit more. A bit more baby. I'm almost there. Almost there."

Your cries were in vain as he desperately chased his climax, thrusting and thrusting until with one final buck, he held his hips up against yours, his grip keeping you in place.

"Fuuucckkk," he gritted, spurting into you; your tight walls squeezing every last drop of his seed.

He plopped his hips back down onto the floor, exhausted as he pulled out of you.

He sighed, feeling your trembling sobbing body as he held you against him, one hand at the back of your head, keeping you nuzzled against his neck. The other rubbed soft circles at your back as he calmed you.

"I got you baby. I got you. Daddy's got you. I love you darling."

You panted against him, breathing in his scent, relaxation slowly taking over your body.

"-love...you too. I...love you...too," you mumbled, sighing as your eyes fluttered close, succumbing to the exhaustion as he held you, completely and utterly satisfied.

~*~*~*~

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

[oikawinakurva]

iwa, oiks and you having some fun time. ofc iwa is the dom one and loves to watch you and oikawa fuck like dumb puppyes <33

[strawberriebunn]

gmorning bunn (or when i send this it’s morning bc thirsts know no time frame)

we all know iwa is a dom when it comes to being in bed, but can we talk about soft dom iwa on the less exciting or fun days, where he’ll still probably bruise your hips but leave small kisses on your temple or forehead, making sure to savour every part of your body and whispering sweet nothings against your shoulders as he bites down into the flesh again — he’s making you come over and over again until you can’t think of anything but him, tears streaming and mind getting fucked out of control. you can’t even remember why you felt bad, and he’s so generously giving you all of him. god i love iwa -L

SWEET IWA SURPREMACY!!!

We stan that man, cause as much as everyone always wants him to rail the shit out of us, he can be gentle and sweet when he wants. Whispering his love for you in your ear while softly thrusting in and out of you, love literally being in the air. He’s running softly all over you cause he wants you to know how much you mean to him, wants to show you too.

[tetsuswhores]

Did I just make a brief plot of a series about Iwaizumi Hajime while brainstorming about a party collab fic I was supposed to write?

FUCK YES

[forusomimiya]

"Strip for me honey, slow. I want to savor every inch of you" with those lustful dark eyes burning into your skin, you stripped before him as he asked you to, leaving you only that lace outfit, and eager to be touched as soon as possible by that businessman, who had not yet taken off his suit, and who remained seated in that leather armchair, illuminated from behind with the lights of the city that could be seen from up there, as if it were a field of fireflies.

"This is going to be the dirtiest night of your life, c’mere" the tap on his leg forced you to walk towards him. Sitting on his lap and entwining your hands behind his neck, he hid his face between your breasts, smelling them, restraining himself from leaving the marks of his fingers on your waist with his grip, when he let his lips walk down your neck, in the direction of your ear, where he whispered to you: “try to stay quiet, understand?”

You nodded silently. The grip on your chin melted you so extremely badly, that when you looked up and read the "good girl" on his lips, you swore you whined.

Soon he would fuck you raw on that couch. He would make you kneel before him and make you choke on his cock under the nickname of "pretty cock sucker", which would snatch your first orgasm, and then give a good show to those watching from below that tall office block.

"Show them how pretty you get when daddy fucks you rough and let you cum around his cock after you've been good for him" the thought that someone might be watching makes the fear grow in your body, but, no one here knows you. You just came to meet that man who courted you two days ago in a bar, to fulfill your fantasy of being fucked by a businessman in his own office.

It didn't matter who was watching, ‘cause the reflection of the lights in the glass of the window in which he had you trapped, would show the details that you like in such a man, reminding you for an instant what you are doing with your life right now.

A tall, broad-shouldered man, dressed but with his blazer long forgotten. Sleeves rolled up, revealing a trail of veins on his forearm, and an expensive black and silver watch on his wrist. The top buttons of the shirt open, as a good and sexy solution to the heat on his body, but not for you when you focused on his boobs. So big... you drooled. His tie tied around your wrists, and while with one hand he leaned on the glass, with the other he held your chin, encouraging you to raise your head to see you suffer better.

He wouldn't be long before he dropped his hand on your neck to squeeze it, the veins on the back of his hand showing as he put more pressure on your throat

"C’mon pretty girl, cum with me"

This man would be your ruin in the coming months.

IWAIZUMI, USHIJIMA, OSAMU, BOKUTO, LEV, DAICHI, MATTSUN, ARAN, KUROO

[koushuwu]

Did You See That?

minors, ageless and blank blogs do not interact.

pairing: Matsukawa Issei x reader x Iwaizumi Hajime

summary: Matsukawa is not only someone who answers the phone during sex. he also decided to invite one of your shared best friends, Iwaizumi, into the bedroom to watch.

warnings/tags: AFAB!reader, established relationship, voyeurism, exhibitionism, v/ V/ soft dom tendencies, hair pulling, vaginal penetration, oral (f!recieving), threesome, hair pulling.

word count: 1,2k

A/N: so this is part two of “Did You Hear That” and i entirely blame @tenkoushimura​ for this. we had some of the same thoughts on what would happen after part one, and i wasn’t going to write it, until we talked about it so... Here’s dinner, darlings.

read part 1 here.

“We should invite him to join next time, don’t you think love? Would you like that?” The words Matsukawa had spoken were spinning wildly in Iwaizumi’s head, just as it had in yours when he said them. His words had left your pussy aching once more, and it had eventually led to this moment.

Iwaizumi sat in a chair across from you and Matsukawa’s bed, features painted a beet red. But despite the embarrassment portrayed in the deepest red, Iwaizumi couldn’t seem to tear his eyes off of you. Eyes catching the sheen of sweat on your skin. Dropping from your slack jaw, where Matsukawa had your head janked back by the hair, to follow a bead of sweat as it trickled down your neck, passing your throbbing pulse. Gaze dropping lower, taking in the jiggle of your tits, as Matsukawa thrust his cock into you from behind. For a moment Iwaizumi seemed mesmerized. He shifted in his seat straightening further, pressing his lips to a thin line to keep from making any noise, when his jeans pressed against his own cock.

“Hajime–” His name fell from your lips in a strangled moan. Gaze flickered up to yours before it made it further down, to the place where you at Matsukawa were connected. The obscene slapping noises filled the air between you. Made it feel thick.

“What is it, princess?” Matsukawa breathed against your ear, a teasing tone lacing his words. “What is it you want? Go on. Tell him,” he urged. In stark contrast to his words, Matsukawa’s pace quickened, making it near impossible to even form coherent sentences.

“Please—” The word punched from your lungs in a breathy gasp, broken off by a moan before you tried again, knowing that Matsukawa wouldn’t let up before you did as he asked. “Keep–Keep watching m–” the last word came out in a hiccup, but when your mouth slacked and Matsukawa caressed the skin of your neck, you knew you’d done well. You knew you’d gotten your point across when Iwaizumi shifted once more, crossing one leg over the other, in what seemed to be a futile attempt at hiding how much your words affected him. How much the whole situation affected him.

The relentless snapping of Matsukawa’s hips against yours, had your legs quivering. Back pressed against his chest, he kept you steady. Upright. Your gaze was locked with Iwaizumi’s when Matsukawa snaked a hand around your body to cup your tit. Pinching your nipple broke a moan into a sob on it’s way past your lips. 

“She sounds utterly delicious, doesn’t she?” Matsukawa grinned against your neck, watching Iwaizumi’s flushed features intently. 

“She does,” your friend agreed, eyes fixed on you like you’d asked of him. 

“Would you like a taste?” Iwaizumi’s gaze jolted to Matsukawa in surprise, just as a hiccup was torn from you at Matsukawa’s words. “Bet she’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you princess?” Matsukawa added to you. Looking back to you, Iwaizumi seemed to search your face for consent. That’s when Matsukawa nestled down against the bed, spreading your legs apart with his knees, cock still buried inside of you.

“Yes—“ the one word got punched from your lungs when Matsukawa’s cock thrust even deeper into you. Frantically nodding your head, you tried conveying your desire. Your consent. Part of you had been nervous about having Iwaizumi watching the two of you, but those nerves had long since vanished, leaving you instead with only an intense desire burning inside. 

“Don’t be shy,” Matsukawa urged when Iwaizumi hesitated. His eyes were still boring into yours, seeking that affirmation. Matsukawa dropped his head and sucked the skin of your neck in between his lips, teeth digging in and leaving you clenching down around him with a strangled whine. Matsukawa released your neck and tilted his head up to your ear. “Tell him.”

“Haji–” with Issei’s breath against your ear, all lingering shame seemed to disappear from your hazy mind as you moaned loudly. Letting one hand drop to your cunt with Iwaizumi’s gaze following, you used two fingers to spread your folds for him. “Hajime please– I n-need you to–” Your words punctuated by the thrusts of Matsukawa’s cock repeatedly pounding into you. But your point made it across, and practically salivating, Iwaizumi was on his feet in an instant, recognizing your consent for just that. He was in front of you in a flash, dropping to his knees in front of you.

“You sure?” Iwaizumi looked up at your face, watching as you bit your lip and nodded. And that was it. that was exactly the encouragement he needed as he scrambled forward and latched onto your pretty cunt. Your jaw slacked as a string of curses came over your lips. Your head fell back onto Matsukawa’s shoulder and your eyes rolled back as Iwaizumi sucked your clit into his mouth with Matsukawa still stretching you wide open on his massive cock.

“That’s it,” Matsukawa cooed at the both of you. Leaning slightly back on the bed, Matsukawa pulled you with him to give Iwaizumi better access and in the process his cock seemed to slide even deeper into your pussy.

Your hips bucked against Iwaizumi’s face. He groaned, for once that night not bothering to conceal it. Neither did he try and conceal the tent in his pants. Your sounds, your taste and this entire setting made him harder than he thought possible.

“Did you see that?” Matsukawa drawled at Iwaizumi. “So needy for your tongue.” Iwaizumi on his end hummed in response; something that vibrated through your clit and had your core tightening. Moving your hips as if on instinct, you chased your high against Iwaizumi’s tongue, speared on Matsukawa’s cock. Your back arched. Iwaizumi’s hands settled on your thighs pushing them even further apart, fingers digging into your flesh, something you were sure would leave marks in the morning. 

“Please–” You whined, fucking yourself harder on Issei harder. Faster. 

“Please what?” Matsukawa asked into your ear, thrusting up into you, to meet the roll of your hips. “Do you want to cum? ‘That it?” You nodded with your teeth clenched in concentration. “I thought I taught you to use your words, princess. Hajime would you?” A sharp pain shot through your thigh, having you literally creaming around Issei’s cock, when Hajime pinched you hard. A yelp that was more of a moan than anything echoed off the walls in your bedroom.

“Please,” you cried out against the pain. “wanna cum.” And with your words, Matsukawa’s thrusts got sharper. Harder. Iwaizumi hummed against your pussy, lapping at your folds and sucking on your clit, teasingly letting his teeth graze the sensitive nub.

“Go on then.” And you were done for. Your walls convulsed as your orgasm ripped through you, smearing your arousal all over Iwaizumi’s chin, dripping onto Matsukawa’s thighs as they carried you through your high; Matsukawa shooting his load into your tight warmth.

Once back down from your high, you slumped down in Matsukawa’s lap, but just then, he pinched your hip, making you jolt in surprise. When you looked to Matsukawa he nodded towards Iwaizumi.

“Don’t get too comfortable. Hajime’s still hard.” And indeed he was.

[sunarc]

Based on this nsfw audio

Boys who absolutely lose themselves when they sink their cock into your pussy. They go from being this beefy big scary man to a whimpering moaning mess. He has his face shoved into the crook of your neck while his hands grip your legs spreading them apart so he can shove himself deeper inside of you. His whimpers are so loud and anyone outside of you would never think that he would lose himself whimpering begging you to let him cum inside of you. 

“Oh fuck please baby let me make you mine baby please” he pants breathlessly into your ear. 

His moans sound so pretty paired with his wild thrust. He can barely think straight. The only thought that plagues his mind is how good your pussy feels sucking his cock in. He sounds like a broken record whining for you begging for your pussy. 

“Feels so good baby I- I cant stop” he stutters out barely able to form a dull sentence. 

He’s so pussy drunk off of you. His fingers dig into your skin as he plunges his cock into, fucking you as if he were feral. 

“Mine, Mine Mine” he chants like a choir. 

Your moans mix in with his creating a tune he never wants to forget. Moments like this he can’t help but fuck himself into overstimulation. He just loves the feeling of your warmth sucking him in, creating loud wet noises to match his reckless thrust. His voice is shaky as he whimpers about how good your pussy feels. His hands push your thighs up folding you into a mating press so that he can see how perfect your pussy looks sucking him in. He’s so mesmerized by the sight. The way your pussy creams around his cock creating a mess he promises to clean up with his tongue. 

“My pretty baby” his eyes are wide and filled with lust. 

He’s long gone consumed by the pleasure. His hips slam against yours as he promises himself to you whispering and begging you to let him be yours. To anyone else he’s a scary man looks like he could kill you with his stare alone but to you he’s a sweet baby who just needs to have his cock shoveled deep inside of you to feel good. 

“Fuck I’m gonna cum baby please can I cum in your pretty pussy please let me cum” his eyes are squeezed shut while he fucks his cock so deep into you, you can barely think straight yourself. You nod your head too weak to speak. He throws his head back whimpering a sighing thanking you for being his good baby. When he cums he gets louder. He grunts and whimpering trembling as his cock dips in and out of you while his cum drips down the side. He slips his cock out of you gasping at the sudden release from your hole. He kneels down licking a long strip of the cum that drools down between your folds. 

“Let me help clean you up baby, promise I’ll do a good job”

Gojo, Megumi, Yuta, Atsumu, Suna, Iwaizumi, Sugawara, Oikawa, Connie, Armin, Jean

[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.”

[nkogneatho]

𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐍

—cw: fem!reader, edging, overstim, spitting.

Men who have their arms locked on your thighs, making sure your pussy is easily accessible to their tongue. they don't start right away, but gaze at it. your heat melting in juices, flowing and staining the sheet underneath. they breathe over it, to tease it even more and she flutters in need. warm air grazing the skin enough to make it squirm but not enough to chase that high.

To make it more wet, more messy, they gather the saliva in their mouth before spitting on it, watching the translucent drop trail down and fusing with your juices. A wide smile appears on their face when they realize the effect it has on you, making your face heat up and your thighs squirm in his arms. but they're locked up. he's got it locked up so he could enjoy this pretty movie without any intermissions.

When they finally decide to give you the sweet satisfaction of having their tongue lap on your pussy, it comes with a price. There's no way you could win in anything when it comes to them. It's either craving their touch, or begging them to stop from the overstimulation. They are mean. They don't stick to a single pace. Instead, they start out slow, savouring all your heat on their tongue, then get fast making you a moaning mess and you scream—beg for them to keep going. you're close. but they change it back to being slow, depriving your pussy of it's climax. you cry and cry and cry. but they're doing this for you because,

when they actually give you the satisfaction—after what it feels like hours—you are gripping his hair, pushing him further in your pussy and jerking your hips forward at the same time. fuck does it feel so good. you're crying, moaning and screaming their name at the same time in multiple repetitions that has their dick jump up and slap against their abs and spluttered cum on it. shit. am i ruining her or is she ruining me?

[sir-kuroo]

𖦹 f!reader, just rough unprotected sex

HE HURT HIMSELF while playing volleyball again and just like the usual, you kissed his wound before keeping the medicine kit. "This hurts too," he whined and you gulped when he brought your hand over the huge bulge of his gray sweatpants, dragging it along his waistband, which you didn't hesitate to pull down. Your eyes widened as his erect cock popped upright. Your tongue reflexively moistened your lips at the delicious sight of it.

"Would you give it a kiss too?" He whispered under a sleazy grin.

"Which lips do you want?" You breathed out and you surely saw him get a tad bigger.

He ran his curled finger over your lips and you anticipated sucking it, but he pulled away.

"Is this one ready?" He asked while the tip of his fingers rubbed your pussy over your panties like he's squeezing the juice out of you. "Fuck..." He hissed, seeing how quickly he made you feel aroused. "Just the sight of my cock and you're this wet."

"P-Please..." You begged as you rolled your hips against his touch.

He groaned in return unable to hold back any longer. Positioning yourself over his lap, he set aside your panties and aligned his cock on your entrance. Without hesitations, he pushed his hips upwards, penetrating you deep.

You moaned and he grunted. He didn't bother taking it slow and he slammed with endless speed, making you wrap your arms around his strong body. "W-Wait! Wait! I can't...take it!" You pleaded but he didn't budge, instead he got both of his palms on the surface of the bed, pushing himself up and down against you and showing you who's in control. You felt your inside heating up as his dick felt like tearing you apart yet it felt so good you're about to lose your mind. Your head swung back not bearing the intensity and soon, you let go of your hold of him, your back falling in bed. He hovered you, not letting go. With such force, he rammed into you finishing himself. You convulsed, cumming hard around him at the same time.

You both caught your breaths and he placed gentle kisses on your temple. "Does this hurt?" He asked, tenderly touching your pussy. "Do I have to give it a kiss?" He whispered and you knew you couldn't stop him. Your head started spiraling when he sucked you in, bringing you back in bliss again probably for the entire night.

—♡ kuroo, bokuto, oikawa, atsumu, lev, osamu, iwaizumi, ushijima, terushima, daichi, hirugami

[tojisprettywife]

{note: *sigh* once again, unedited, not proof read, all characters are aged up. minors DNI.}

warnings: somnophilia?, nipple sucking, abt titty obsessed men

i keep thinking of how he’s so obsessed with boobs. even non sexually, stressed out?, his hands creep up under your top, just holding them. squeezing them, feeling their warmth. even in his sleep, he likes holding one titty in his palm. small or big, perky or not, he loves it. and when he wakes up earlier than you, feeling a little hot and bothered, his cock semi hard, he slowly lifts up your tee, his index finger tracing circles around your nipple. his breath warm on your nipples, causing them to harden. “mmh” you stir lightly in sleep but are too tired to wake up and notice what’s going on. he looks at you, to see whether you’re awake. he notices you’re still asleep, so he cups your breasts gently. both his index fingers, circling around your nipples, his eyes are fixated on them. he lowers his head slowly, taking one of your nipple into his mouth. his warm mouth, enveloping your hardened nipple. swirling his tongue, flicking his tongue on it, his hips slightly grinding against your thigh. he slightly whimpers, your tits either calm him down or turn him on a lot. his teeth slightly grazed your nipple, “mmmh” you stir awake lightly, look down at him. his eyes look into yours as his pretty lips are still around your nipple. “love?…” you softly say, registering what’s going on. you still keeps sucking on it slowly, looking into your eyes, his cock fully hard, pressing against your thigh. he pull away from your nipple, as a string of salvia connecting his lips to your nipple. he moves to other nipple, your hand finds his hair, gripping it as he sucks on the nipple harder. “ahhh” you moan softly, he pulls away lightly, pressing soft kisses on rest of your breast. “g’morning love” his voice rumbles in his chest, hoarse in the morning. “mmh morning baby” you say playing with his hair, as he keeps pressing kisses all over chest. “so pretty” he mumbles to himself, burying his face in between your breasts, grinding his clad cock against your clad sex. “baby….mmh” he tugs and pinches one of your nipples with his thumb and index finger eliciting a sharp moan. his soft kisses travel up to your neck, kissing that one spot that makes you shiver. his right hand slides past the waist band of your panties. “can we?…”

~ Choso Kamo! , Iwaizumi Hajime, Miya Osamu, Adriah Thomas, Chikara Ennoshita, Noritoshi Kamo, Megumi?, Rukawa Kaede, Miyagi Ryota!

~honorable mentions: Toji Fushiguro, Geto Suguru, Oikawa Toru, Mitsui Hisashi.