Tag: iwaizumi

So it suddenly crossed my mind, but between daichi, bokuto, iwachan, and ushiwaka, who gives the best hug? I mean the bear hug – holding you so tight all your troubles melt away type of hug.

mme-hajime:

RARAAAAAA Do you want me to rank the boys? Ahhh torture.

Daichi’s hugs would feel so warm and reassuring. His arms around your back, hand rubbing between your shoulderblades, his face close to your hair. He just holds you, giving you time to gather yourself. A happy hug, Daichi squeezed you as he whispers in your ear to tease you, fingers playing with your hair until you throw your head back laughing/grinning.

Bokuto just grabs you, holds you close, bone crushing. His hand in your hair at the back of your head, pressing you into his chest, his other one at your lower back, pulling you ever closer. He squeezes you, and it makes you giggle, the hug comforting and sweet, a little impulsive. Happy hugs involve lifting you anf twirling, laughter and kisses.

Iwaizumi would hug you slowly, draw you in and pat you, once he has gotten used to the closeness. He whispers reassurances, comforts, anything, holds you close and secure, but not squeezing the air outta you like Bo. A happy hug, run up to him, he’ll catch you, lift you up and squeeze you with a smile, kisses your head and bathes in your laughter.

Ushijima’s hugs feel safe, his arms wrapping around you like a blanket. It feels like everything else is shut out and there you are, just you and him, safe from the world. That ’s his kind of hug. Makes you forget anything but him. His happy hugs are warm and safe, feeling a lot like the other ones in that they make anything around you disappear, just more laughter and his face in your hair.

The perfect hug for any occasion. You tell me which one seems perfect to you right now 😀

Give me all the hugs!!!

Kinktober Day 15 – Uniforms / Over Stimulation – Iwaizumi / Semi

“Could you, for once, not make my job harder?”

Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, taking a last drag and flicks the butt  of his cigarette into a grate. “Well, if it weren’t for assholes like me, dickwads like you wouldn’t have a job, right? So really, who’s the altruistic one here?”

“You have a twisted way of thinking,” Semi says, still jotting notes.

As he writes, Iwaizumi glances up through dark lashes at the tall police officer and swallows against a dry throat. He may not like law and order but he appreciates a man in uniform… well, his man in uniform. Crisp, clean cotton with sharp lines, a perfect match to his sharper jaw, Semi is the prettiest cop he’s ever seen and he’s seen a lot. Oh to wreck that perfection, make it messy and debauched. He almost shudders at the thought.

“Maybe I just missed you and couldn’t wait until dawn when you crawl back from the dredges of this shit hole,” he says, drawing out his pack of cigs along with his lighter only to have both disappear from his grasp in a moment. “Hey! What the fuck!” he snaps, springing from his leaned position on the alley wall.

Semi tosses the items to the passenger side of his patrol car; “You know I hate those things.”

“Yeah but they’re not illegal! Give’em back!” Iwaizumi insists.

“They are for you when I’m around. Stop whining, you can go five minutes without sucking on something.”

Iwaizumi’s voice drops, a salacious smile replacing the scowl on his face. “Maybe you should just give me something else to suck on then.” He drops his gaze to below Semi’s belt and licks his lips.

Semi rolls his eyes despite the wealth of heat bursting in his gut at the thought of Iwaizumi on his knees for him.

They shouldn’t work, the pair of them, a literal bad boy and a cop. But Semi’s always been a sucker (pun not intended) for a man with tats and a “too cool for school” attitude, ever since he was in high school.

Besides, much as Iwaizumi’s mouth around his cock is appealing, he’d much rather have him cuffed and at his mercy.   It’s a stupid idea Eita, you could get in a lot of trouble, fired even.

He’s had this fantasy for a while; finding Iwaizumi in the hum of the city, cuffing him with his hands behind his back, or better yet, with arms and legs spread out over a bed, Semi doing whatever he wants to him while he can’t move.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about so hard ?” Iwaizumi purrs in his ear, palming the front of his pants, a sigh escaping at the feel of his cock pressed against the material.

Semi nearly drops his notebook and falls back against the side of his car. “Shit… stop…” He pushes back up, gets Iwaizumi off him.

“Awwww, come on! I wanna know…” He steps back into his space, the lingering smell of his tobacco with an undertone of cologne filling Semi’s nose.

“We can’t,” Semi hisses, “don’t make me get rough with you.”

“Oh but officer, I want you to get rough with me,” Iwaizumi teases, though he does move back; “Assuming you even could.”

Semi narrows his eyes.“I’ll show you rough, punk.” He snaps the notebook shut and nearly flings it to join the cigarettes and lighter in his car. Pulling out his cuffs, he grabs Iwaizumi’s wrist, twisting his arm behind his back as he pivots him to slam his face against the wall.

Iwaizumi grunts against the impact. Usually it wouldn’t hurt so much  but his cheek is already cut from his earlier tussle. “Sheesh, you weren’t kidding,” he complains but his voice betrays his arousal.

“You have the right to remain silent, I suggest you use it,” Semi growls, twisting the other hand to join its partner and clicks the cuffs into place. “Keep your hands here, understand?”

“You tell me to shut up and then ask me a question… ugh!” Iwaizumi grunts as Semi twists his arms up higher, straining his shoulders. “Ok, ok!” He nods and the pressure releases.

“See? You can stay in line,” Semi purrs, nipping the shell of his ear. His mouth trails down Iwaizumi’s neck, sucking his skin as he grinds his erection against his prisoner’s ass making him moan. Semi grits his teeth; he shouldn’t be doing this but he’s horny and it’s a slow night. Besides, Shirbau is more than capable of covering for him.  

Decision made, he pulls Iwaizumi away from the wall, opens the door to the back seat of his car and shoves him inside, not bothering to help him sit up properly.

“Where you takin’ me?” Iwaizumi asks a bit breathless.

“Somewhere it’s ok to make you scream.”

“Hngh! Fu… fuck! Eita! Come on!” Iwaizumi’s face is red, his body sweat covered despite the cool of the night. Pressed uncomfortably and at an awkward angle against the door of his boyfriend’s squad card, he trembles as the feel of Semi’s mouth and tongue sliding around his oversensitive cock; he’s already cum three times tonight.

But Semi doesn’t let up, keeps sucking his cock like… like… he can’t form a coherent thought let alone a comparison because fucking hell it’s just too much! “Ei.. ta… I can’t… I can’t anymore…” His muscles clench against the long fingers scissoring and stretching him, bucks his hips despite his own claims of needing a reprieve but it just feels so good when Semi tickles his prostate that he can’t help it.

Semi pops off, wiping his mouth. “Sure you can, Hajime, you asked for this you know… you wanted me to be rough on you… punish you like the bad boy you are…”

“No… please… no more,” Haijim pants.

Semi tuts tuts, winces against the feel of his hardness still pressed against his clothes as he leans back up. “In that case, I guess it’s time for the other…” He reaches forward, maneuvering Iwaizumi’s pants off, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of his bad boy looking so thoroughly wrecked with his mouth hanging open and sweat rolling down his neck, his shirt a rumpled mess. His arms probably ache something fierce but he’s a tough boy.

Slowly he unbuckles and removes his belt, tossing it to the front seat of the car where it bounces off to the floor, jangling as it falls. He unbuttons and pulls off his pants, sighing at the pressure release when his cock springs free. He folds them, neatly placing them on the front seat then removes his shirt and does the same with it; it wouldn’t do to get cum on on his uniform.

Iwaizumi watches him, still working to gain his breath but it’s momentarily stolen at the sight of how hard and thick Semi looks like this. He licks his lips, wants to suck him off so badly but he know he won’t let him… not right now… not until he’s…

The tearing of foil and pop of a cap confirms his suspicions.

“Wait… you just happen to have that with you?” Iwaizumi asks, his voice cracking thanks to the dryness of his throat watching Semi slowly stroking his condom covered dick, coating it with lube.

“Confiscated,” Semi answers simply.

“Wait, you’re fucking me with evidence? Now who’s the bad boy?”

Semi allows himself a small smile. “You make all the good boys bad, don’t you Hajime?”

“Only you,” Iwaizumi replies and it comes out much softer than he intended but it’s the truth.

“Don’t go soft on me now,” Semi chuckles. Slicked up and ready for action, he pats his thighs; “Get up here, bitch.”

Iwaizumi narrows his gaze. “The least you could do is help me up, jerk.”

“I’ve seen your abs, Iwaizumi Hajime, you’ll be fine. Now quit stalling and start moving.”

Grunting, Iwaizumi does as told, hauling himself up and shifting to his knees. It’s a bit of a stretch to crawl with his hands still restrained but he manages to get close to Semi who does at least help him straddle his thighs and guides him into position. He has to keep his head bent down so as not to hit the roof of the car.

“Go slow, I stretched you as best I could but still, ugh!” Semi groans loudly as Iwaizumi takes his cock in one downward motion. “Fu… fuck…”

“That’s your job isn’t it?” Iwaizumi teases, through a sigh, leaning down to kiss him.

Semi pulls away, grasping him by the collar of his shirt. “I’m gonna fuck you alright,” he grunts, setting a bruising pace immediately, his fingers digging into Iwaizumi’s hips for leverage to pull him down, increasing the level of penetration and teasing the edge of his prostate as he thrusts up into him.  

“Oh… oh!” Iwaizumi’s words and breath are stolen, the top of his head tapping against the roof as Semi fucks up into him making him bounce. He can’t even hold on, just has to trust that his lover will keep hold him steady, keep him safe. His arms are sore, the metal of the cuffs rubbing raw against his wrists and he’s sure to have some bruises after this but he doesn’t care, he wants marks from Semi.

“Fu… fuck baby… god that feels good!” Semi moans. He tugs Iwaizumi forward, groans at the feel of the ring in his tongue brushing against his as he invades his mouth.

They moan into each other, Semi still pumping up and down, his powerful leg muscles driving his cock deep into Iwaizumi’s willing body. It’s hot in the car, stuffy as their rapid breathing fills the cabin with carbon dioxide. The windows are cracked but the air outside is still and Semi feels his chest tightening just slightly in the thicker atmosphere.

But it feels too good to stop and who needs to breathe properly anyway?

Semi’s hand around Iwaizumi’s slowly firming cock, his strokes matching his thrusts makes him wince. “Fuck Eita! Too much! Too… damn it!”

“It’s not too much baby, you can take it, that’s a good boy, good… boy…” Semi punctuates his last words with even harder thrusts, his balls smacking against Iwaizumi’s ass.

Iwaizumi can’t hold back anymore, tears leaking out from his clenched eyes sending dark trails of eyeliner down his cheeks. He gasps, meets his glistening eyes to Semi’s half hooded gaze. “Please… please… Officer Semi… come for me… I can’t… I can’t take anymore.”

Semi lets go of his collar, moving his hand to his neck and traces the side of it gently. “Ok baby, ok. But you gotta come for me one more time… come on… you can do it…”

Iwaizumi cries out again as the friction of Semi’s fists against his dick increases, the sensation overwhelming as his ass gets punished by his cock. Self inflicted or not, he takes some solace in the fact Semi’s denied himself orgasm this whole time. He has nothing left, Semi’s literally drained him dry but the flutter in his stomach lets him know he’s gonna cum, even if nothing comes out of him.

“Ah… ah… Ei… Eita!” His body convulses, his fourth orgasm rolling over him from the top of his head to the very tips of his toes.

A moment later, Semi allows himself to positively erupt so violently he wonders if the condom can take the pressure. His hips stuttered, come to a stop as Iwaizumi collapses against him. They’re both breathing hard, sweat sticking their skin and the mess of their fucking tainting some of the back seat; Semi will have to have the car detailed tomorrow.

Slowly, Iwaizumi lifts his head, his face inches from Semi’s who leans into kiss him gently. “You did good, baby,” he praises.

Iwaizumi nods, slumping to the side. It’s a bit awkward getting disentangled from each other but finally Semi manages to unlock the cuffs, his face dismayed by the level of damage done to Iwaizumi’s wrists.

“Shit, Hajime, I didn’t even think… fuck! Are you ok?” he asks hurriedly.

Iwaizumi slowly pulls his arms forward, wincing until the strain of his muscles moving the opposite direction from where they’d been held for so long. He blinks down at his wrists; they’re red, some scratches actually beyond skin deep but he nevertheless gives a slow, satisfied smile to Semi as he lifts his head. “I’ve had worse than this and you know it, baby, don’t worry.”

Semi bite his bottom lip. “Yes, but… it’s never been because of me.”

Iwaizumi finishes buttoning his pants, drawing the other into a firm embrace. “I loved it. Now get dressed and take me out to breakfast, you sadist.”

Iwaizumi – Baby Talk

20. “I’m pregnant.”

58. "You look cute with a baby bump!”

For my dear Madame Iwa-chan! @mme-hajime I love you and hope you enjoy this and that you’re feeling lots, lots better!

From this prompt list

Iwaizumi loves watching her with kids. Her face lights up, her giggle is music and his heart swells a little more with love, his vision turning to the future; one he hopes isn’t too far away.

She’ll make a great mom someday.

Their first few years of marriage fly by–they were some of the first among their friends to take the plunge–but when the time comes to start building their family, time becomes the enemy and responses to other people’s joyful announcements are tinged in their souls with envy.

Why can’t we have a baby?

Elation is a word used too often incorrectly, Iwaizumi thinks. But it’s the only word that comes to mind when she speaks the words they’ve both been longing to hear.

I’m pregnant.

Having a co-ed baby shower was one of her best ideas to date, because of course they want every person who’ve been with them through the toil and pain of trying, trying, trying to be there when trying becomes success.

He scowls a little at Oikawa’s over enthusiastic “You look cute with a baby bump” but restrains himself from thumping the man on the back of the head; no need to teach his former setter’s children bad habits, that would just invoke poor parent karma.

So he smiles and kisses her temple and they laugh and talk and plan, take some advice (dismissing most) and bask in the glow of their impending sleeplessness.

Iwaizumi can’t wait.

hc for bokuto, kuroo, and iwaizumi. they find out their thicc fem!s/o is on the swim team so they go to one of her meets and they’re just shook at seeing them in a swim suit for the first time

Bokuto

  • Can.Not.Sit.Still  Seriously this boy is bouncing his legs so much he’s shaking the bench and his fellow spectators are not exactly thrilled about it.
  • But he can’t help it! You just look so good in your suit and he’s super excited to be here supporting you like you do for him and he just can’t wait to hug you!
  • At the end of your heat, he’s there with a towel he swiped from your manager, beaming smile and bright eyes. “You were fantastic, _____-chan!”
  • He wraps you in the towel, not caring about the smell of chlorine as he embraces and picks you up in a spin.
  • He plants a big kiss to your lips, pulling away with an audible smack. Then he leans in again, eyes growing a shade darker and smile falling to something more salacious. “I love you in your suit, but I can’t wait to get you out of it and into a shower…with me.”

Kuroo

  • Usually this boy has you blushing but oh ho no, you’ve got him dead to rights this time.
  • You’d asked him to show up early, supposedly to make sure he got a good seat but he sees the error of his thinking and the play of your game as you saunter out in that body hugging material, every curve on prominent display.
  • Swaying hips, tossing your hair, and half hooded eyes, you’re working this moment for all it’s worth and he can’t say he minds so much except that you’re going to end up leaving him with a very embarrassing problem.
  • He does his best to save face but he can feel the heat on his cheeks and he’s not been in the sun long enough to claim it’s from sunburn.
  • “Cute, _____-chan, very cute, just remember,” he leans in close, licking the shell of your ear, “pay back’s a bitch and I know how to make you mine.”
  • Now it’s your cheeks flushing and you’re so glad the water is at least cool.

Iwaizumi

  • Glaring, so much glaring. Not at you, of course, but at the plethora of other males ogling the swim team as a whole and having the gall to wolf whistle when you come out.  
  • He doesn’t want to get kicked out of the pool before your match or end up banned from future ones so he reigns in his inclination to punch them outright; they aren’t Shittykawa after all.
  • He does, however, make a point to walk straight up to you, tug you close and plant a big kiss to your lips, whispering against them, “Good luck today.”
  • His ears and cheeks, really his whole face, are aflame at this blatant public display but the smile on your face makes the embarrassment worth it.
  • After all, who is he to feel embarrassed when you’re the one who has to wear something so revealing?

Follower Appreciation Post #3

To my very dear friend Admin Iwa-chan. Thank you for always being such a great supporter of my work. I know you’ve been having a bit of a rough time of it and I wanted to give you something extra special. I thought about making one massive scene but then decided it would be good to get you a little mix of sweet and spicy with your top fave boys. I really hope you enjoy this and I hope things get better soon!

Semi – Sweet

Despite Tendou’s claim of his inferiority regarding fashion, Semi rather enjoys shopping and taking you–his lovely and ever so sweet girlfriend–to all your favorite places is a treat for him.

“Try this one,” he says, handing you a long skirt, “it will look nice with that halter top I think.”

“You really should change professions, Eita, you’d make a great personal shopper,” you say with a giggle.

“This only works because I know you,” he draws you closer, tickling the small hairs of your ears as he whispers into it, “and your body so well.” He licks the rim making your knees turn to jelly.

With valiant effort, you push away, giving him a half scolding look and a huff of, “Eita, behave.”

He merely grins before turning back to the peruse the racks once more. When you have a sufficient number of items to warrant a trip to the dressing room, Eita finds them and guides you inside; “I’ll be here, just come out and show me the stuff,” he says taking a seat on one of the couches in the waiting area.

You nod, move inside and lock the stall door.

It’s a bit of a long process, first removing your own clothes then putting on and taking off the various frocks he’s found for you but it’s also fun. You laugh together at things that simply do not work (“What was I thinking? That color would look horid on anyone”) and he enjoys the squeals of delight you let out at finding things that look amazing.

All in all, it’s a successful trip, with you acquiring a good number of flowy shirts (“Sleeveless to show off your sexy arms”), short cut pants (“It’s a crime to cover up such sexy calves”) and a few dresses (“We’ll go to that new restaurant that just opened so I can show you off”).

By the end of the afternoon you’re both a bit beat, but happy, having enjoyed the time together. Semi decided to really spoil you by paying for it all despite your protests.

“It’s not a big deal, besides I don’t have anything I like spending money on more than you, so shush.”

Your pout makes him snicker, drawing you closer to his side, his lips finding your ear again; “Or if you’re really worried about it, you can thank me at home in the best suit you own.” He suckles your ear lobe; “Your birthday suit.”

Iwaizumi – Spicy

“And then he yelled at us and I was trying not to cry but it was just so frustrating because nobody is listening!”

Iwaizumi clenches his fist; how dare anyone treat you like this!

He gives your hand a squeeze then stands, rolling his shoulders and stretching.

You look at him, confused. Why isn’t he cuddling you? Holding you tight and telling you things will get better even though at the moment nothing feels like it will ever change?

“Hajime?”

He turns to look at you, his face a mask of thunder; “I’m gonna kick that bastard’s ass,” he says, voice low and dangerous.

But to your ears, it sounds delightful. You stand hurriedly, wrapping your arms around his neck and plant a long, hard kiss to his lips. Momentarily off guard, it takes him a second to react but then his hands are on your ass, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist, settling comfortably on his hips.

He breaks away, leaving a path of hot, wet, lewd kisses on your neck, destination: Cleavage Town.

You gasp as his tongue swirls over the top of your breasts, tilting your head back to give him better access, fire erupting in your veins at the violent tug he gives to one side of your loose collar t-shirt exposing your bra. He licks over your lace cover nipple, drawing it to an almost painful peak making you writhe and whimper; “Ha…Hajime… please… now….”

You feel his wicked, sharp grin against your skin, exhale a sigh of relief when he settles you back on the couch only to draw the breath back in a sharp inhale when he actually rips your shirt and bra clean off leaving your top half exposed.

“Damn minx, distracting me,” he growls, eyes roving appreciatively over your disheveled state, lips parted and slick from his kisses.

You give him a sly grin of your own; “I just thought of a better use for that energy. Plus, endorphins are good mood boosters you know.”

Iwaizumi chuckles as he removes his shirt, tight abs and perfect pecs coming into view making your mouth water. He grins at you licking your lips; “See something you like?”

You merely nod, crook your finger in a come hither motion that sends him to his knees. He leans forward, capturing your nipple with his lips and sucks, palming the other breast roughly drawing a moan of his name.

“I hope you’re ready baby,” he grunts, shirking off your shorts and drawing your legs around his head, settling between your thighs, “I’m gonna make you see so many stars, Shittykawa will be jealous.”  

Your laughter morphs into a moan at his first lick. The angle is a bit awkward with you half lying on the couch but he makes you forget all about the discomfort, all about the asshole at work, all about anything but the feel of his tongue lapping at your creamy center.

Kiyoshi / Aomine – Blistering

It’s another blisteringly hot day sending you moaning to lay your head in the freezer. The relief is temporary and only for your face at best but at the moment it feels like heaven.

“Oi! Shut that door, the ice cream’ll melt!” Aomine’s voice calls from the couch.

You sigh, slamming the door and flop into a chair dramatically; “But it’s sooooo hot,” you whine. Your head tips back as you fan your face which does little good since all you have around you in hot air. The feel of more heat and wet against the side of your neck coupled with the press of a very hard and hot body against you makes you gasp.

Aomine swirls his tongue around the curve of your ear, his teeth nipping your lobe then doubles back to where it started on the side of your neck, lapping at your skin. One hand keeps him from laying his full weight upon you, gripping the edge of the chair, while the other slides under your shirt, up your stomach and lands on your braless breast, his fingers pinching the nipple.

“Daiki… fuck… it’s too… hot…” you pant, both from heat and from, well, heat.

“If you can’t beat the heat, fuck it,” he grunts, still working a good size hickey into your flesh.

“Damn it, Daiki, I can’t wear sweaters in this heat, you can’t mark me up there!” you protest, though your body betrays your pleas, your head tipping back to give him more access to overheated skin, your chest pressing harder into his own.

“What a sight to come home to.” Kiyoshi sounds amused as he goes through the motions of his homecoming routine: keys on the hook, shoes in the rack, bag in the bench; “Guess I’ll have to put these in the freezer for later.”

You hear the rustle of plastic, crack open your eyes and find he’s stopped by the little shop on the corner on his way home and brought back popsicles.  

Aomine glances at the bag then back to you; “I can think of something less cold and much harder I want these pretty lips to wrap around.” His thumb trails over your bottom lip.

“Agreed but that would require much less clothing and perhaps a change in location? I was thinking… cold shower?” Kiyoshi suggests, the sound of silk sliding against silk signaling the removal of his tie.

“Usually I take a cold one to settle this down,” Aomine says palming at the front of his protruding nylon shorts, “but I think princess here is gonna pass out without any help from us if we don’t cool her down some.”

You nod, taking in deep breaths of hot oxygen and wishing for a random thunderstorm. Even a hot rain would be preferable to this heat wave.

Aomine stands, pulling you up with him and throw you over his shoulder; “Fuck you are soaked and not even in a fun way,” he complains.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, idiot,” you snap back.

Kiyoshi’s chuckle rumbles out drawing your attention to him. He’s remove his dress shirt, leaving him in slacks and an undershirt, the latter of which gets removed next and tossed into the hamper.

You mouth fuck and he gives you that wicked grin not too many people have seen; the one that turns your legs to jelly or rather, lets you know that’s what’s coming.

Aomine sets you down roughly, whipping off his shirt and pushing his shorts to the ground leaving him fully naked to your and Kiyoshi’s roving eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I know I’m gorgeous, can we get to dunking and fucking now?” Aomine asks.

You huff but remove your own clothes, tossing them to join Kiyoshi’s in the hamper, Aomine’s left on the floor because he can pick up his own shit thank you very much.

Kiyoshi removes his pants, then pulls you into his arms. He’s hot and sticky but you’re past the point of caring, especially when he’s kissing you like this, his tongue coiling round your own, sucking the tip. His fingers trail lightly over your skin making you shiver despite the extreme heat but the feel of his large hands cupping your breasts makes you melt once more.

The sound of water hits your ears just as Aomine’s hand smacks your ass; “Oi, get in here,” he grunts.

He all but tosses you into the shower, it’s frigid spray making you shriek but it feels so good. You allow the water to pound onto your face cooling it down. It heats right back up when you turn around, open your eyes and find your boyfriends kissing heavily, Aomine groping Kiyoshi’s fine ass while his own hands rake through Aomine’s short cropped hair.

“Fuck that’s hot,” you breathe.

Aomine pulls away, giving a grin; “Yeah, we know. You ready to join us princess?”

For answer, you shove your way between the two of them, surrounding yourself with hard, hot, and heavy, the smell of their musk thick in your nostrils but you love it. You lean up on tiptoes, catching Aomine’s mouth with yours, tugging his bottom lip between your teeth. Behind you, Kiyoshi’s hands find your ass, palming and kneading the flesh making you moan into Aomine’s mouth.

“Why do you have to be so damn short?” Aomine complains, pulling the tap to turn off the water and shoving you back out of the shower, cutting off your sounds of protest with another searing kiss.

He hoists you up, carrying you to the bed and heedless of your still wet body dumps you on it, covering you with kisses.

You reach for Kiyoshi only to find him seated in the chair you’d placed in the bedroom for the times one of you just want to watch. He sees your pout and smiles; “It’s too hot for both of us baby, I don’t want you to overheat. Let Aomine take care of you, I like watching.”

That little admission has you heating up no matter what and you moan against the feel of Aomine’s teeth against the side of your throat. Against your skin he asks, “Front or back?” His question, you know, isn’t for you; it’s for Kiyoshi. The fact he even asks shows how far he’s come in curbing some of his innate selfishness since the three of you initially got together.

“Front, I wanna see her pretty face when she comes,” Kiyoshi replies, lazily stroking his half hard cock.

“Sounds good,” Aomine agrees, roughly placing you into position on hands on knees. His fingers trail over your pussy, rubbing your clit; “So wet baby, you want it that bad? You want my cock? You want me to fuck you, let Kiyoshi watch you fall apart?”

“Yes, fuck me please Daiki,” you moan.

“As you wish princess.” He presses the tip of his dick to your entrance, levels himself then pushes forward, bottoming out.

“Fuck!” you scream.

“That’s the idea,” Aomine chuckles. His hand wraps in your hair, tugging your head up. “Open your eyes, give Kiyoshi the show he so desperately wants.” You comply but it’s half hearted. Kiyoshi’s looking at the two of you with such open desire it makes your heart burn. Aomine sees it too; “Yeah, look at him, look how hard he is for you, for us. We’re making him feel good just by being together, isn’t that awesome? Look at that dick, don’t you just wanna lick it, let him fuck your face?”

“Yes, please,” your eyes meet Kiyoshi’s, “Teppei, let me suck your cock, please.”

“Well since you asked so nicely,” he says, standing and making his way to the bed.

Aomine repositions you to a better angle, releases your hair to allow your head to fall forward. You mouth at Kiyoshi’s cock, slicking it up with your tongue before drawing him eagerly in, filling your mouth as much as you can.

“Fuck that’s so hot,” Aomine breathes into your ear, watching as you suck.

Kiyoshi grunts, runs one hand through your hair to gather it at the nape of your neck while the other you know is rubbing over Aomine’s. The sound of wet, sloppy kisses fills your ears mixing well with the slick of your lips sliding over Kiyoshi’s dick. A wet pop, then your head is roughly tugged up, Kiyoshi’s tongue invading your mouth as he kisses you breathless, all while Aomine fucks into you, his hand smacking your ass for good measure.

“You look so beautiful,” Kiyoshi compliments, trailing a delicate touch over your cheek; “I love you.”

“I… love you… too,” you gasp; “And you Daiki, I… I love… I love you!”

Aomine keeps pounding, bringing himself to completion and filling you up.

He pulls out, spilling cum on the bedspread. Kiyoshi licks his lips, flips you to your back and buries his face between your legs. It doesn’t take him long to make you come, focusing all the attention of his tongue to your clit, lapping up the mess left by your and Aomine’s fuck fest.

Your legs are still shaking, your whole body is really, when you finally come back down to earth and watch with hazed eyes the sight of Aomine Daiki on his knees of all places sucking down Kiyoshi’s cock.

Kiyoshi’s fingers clench Aomine’s hair, tugging roughly as he pistons himself in his mouth; it’s much rougher than when he’s with you.

“Fu… fuck Daiki, your mouth’s good for some else beside running.”

Aomine mumbles something that sounds like “shut up” but his mouth is full of dick you so can’t be sure.

You’re still over sensitive but this sight is too good not to be fully enjoyed and you find your fingers pressing against your clit, rubbing in soft, slow circles at first until you can’t help but match the rhythm of Aomine’s bobbing head.

“That’s it, make yourself cum,” Kiyoshi groans watching you touch yourself, the commentary both for your and Aomine’s benefit; “Rub that clit, let me see how much watching Daiki letting me fuck his face turns you on.”

“Teppei… Daiki… fu… fuck!” You come again and so does Kiyoshi, pulling out to spray his load on Aomine’s chest.

The three of you stay motionless, you on your back, Kiyoshi standing and Aomine on his knees.

It’s the latter who says, “Now we really do need a shower.”

Happy Valentines Day Jade <3 I would love to receive a Valentines Gift fom Iwaizumi! :D

Hello sweetie, happy Valentine’s Day! Here’s your fave ace!

Iwaizumi paces back and forth, anxiety creeping in tensing his shoulders. This was a stupid idea! It’s so cheesy and cliche and you deserve so much better than that but it’s too late now and-

“Hajime, there you are!”

He stops short, palms sweating. Now it’s really too late. Swallowing his doubts and fear, he turns working to put a pleasant smile on his face but you know him, can see the strain in his eyes. 

Concerned, you reach out, brushing the tips of your fingers along his jaw, a gesture that usually calms him. “Everything ok?” you ask, voice soft. 

He nods, draws closer. “I, um, happy Valentine’s Day,” he remembers to greet. 

Thankfully it brings the smile, albeit a smaller one, back to your face. “Happy Valentine’s day.”

Looking in your eyes, he just can’t wait anymore. Lifting his hand out of his pocket, he holds up a box. “I love you,” he says, holding your gaze with an intensity that makes you shiver. He opens the box. “Marry me?” he asks, flicking his eyes to the banded diamond before returning them to your face. 

Tears in your eyes, you nod and he smiles, finally for real, as he plucks the ring from its velvet bed and slides it on your finger. 

“Iwa-chan!” Oikawa shouts from the bushes, “you messed up the perfect picture opportunity!” 

“Shut up, Shittykawa!” 

Iwaizumi- It’s The Simple Things

ASK: 

An Iwaizumi scenario where he looks at his girlfriend doing normal stuff like painting and baking and just hanging out on the couch and reading and he just realizes how much he loves her so he blurts out to her to marry him. Thanks! Keep up the great work!

Thank you so much for the encouragement, I’m sorry this took so long to get out, I hope you really enjoy it.

It was a simple day, warm but not too hot, the kind where debate between being indoors or out was non-existent because either way it would be pleasant.

“Let’s get some fresh air,” she commented, gathering her easel and paints. Iwaizumi nodded, moving to help despite her soft protests. They made way to the backyard, Iwaizumi settling into the hammock he’d put up the week before while she set up. Hands behind his head, Iwaizumi stared at the branches above but before long his head shifted, eyes falling back on her.

Perched on her stool, brush in hand making soft strokes against the canvas, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she blended. He knew that was what she was doing by the circular motion of her hand.

As he watched her work, he felt his eyelids grow heavy, the lull of the breeze and gentle sway of the hammock sending him into twilight slumber, her face the last image in his mind.

Descending into dream, the years of them together faded in and out like a black and white 8mm film reel, the highlights of their lives so far.

Meeting in college while sharing horror stories of their shared professor, unfortunately in different classes.

Him asking her on a date after much prodding from Oikawa.

Them making it “official” the first time he called her his girlfriend to off put some way too insistent guys bugging her in the cafeteria.

The smile she’d given him in that moment.

Now they were in their final year of school, each headed on the path of their chosen careers having faced both joys and sorrows such the death of her father followed closely by the birth of Oikawa’s unplanned daughter (and the subsequent falling in love with the little tyke as “uncle Iwa-chan” and “auntie, ____-chan” babysat from time to time to allow the frequently frazzled parents some peace and quiet).

And on that memory, new images burst into technicolor hues. Images of them married, living together, having children…

The image shook slightly, making him frown. It felt so real, so peaceful, so there he never wanted to leave. But now the motion was accompanied by a noise; the sound of his name.

“Hajime, come on sleepy head, wake up!”

He blinked his eyes open, staring up at her beautiful visage, hand absentmindedly reaching up to wipe his thumb against a streak of blue paint that somehow landed on her cheek. She smiled, that smile, and kissed his palm.

“Marry me,” he breathed out, barely above a whisper.

Her eyes went wide.

He struggled from his prone position, almost falling out of the wiley scoop of fabric. Finally to his feet, he stared into her eyes, leaned down and kissed her. “I know it’s not the most romantic way to ask but-”

With a tilt of her toes and the press of her lips, she sealed off his deprecation. Pulling away she giggled, “It was perfectly you, it was perfectly…us.”

He smiled, a true wide brighter than the sun smile, and picked her up, spinning about the grass and laughing like a fool but he didn’t care. Stopping mid turn, he looked at her again. “That was a yes, right?”

And her laughter rang out to the sky as she nodded. “With all my heart,” she assured.

D & R for Iwaizumi please 🐢

D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)

Iwaizumi tugged at her hair, latching his teeth to her neck pulling a gasp of his name from her lips. “Dirty little slut,” he growled, “wearing that short skirt when you know I don’t have time to properly fuck you.” He thrust his legs up, rubbing his clothed dick against her rapidly dampening panties. “Guess I’ll make the time now.”

“Ha…hajime,” she moaned against his mouth.

His fiery eyes met her half hooded ones. “You want it, don’t you?” He thrust up again. “You want my cock buried in your wet pussy.” Another pull of her hair. “Answer me.”

“Yes, Hajime, I wa…I want your cock. So, so bad! Please, please fuck me!”

He groaned, swiftly turning her around but made no move to remove either of their clothing. His hands trailed under her shirt, finger tugging and pinching at her full erect nipples as his teeth continued to mark the flesh of her neck. “You’re a bad girl, ______-chan,” he grunted, “so you’re gonna work to come. You better get to grinding that ass on my cock.”

She moved to stand but his hands kept her in place. “No removing clothes, now, get started. You don’t get any until I get mine.”

R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

  • Iwaizumi, when feeling horny, will be much more hands on and less worried about public displays of affection.
  • Like, literally, his hands are on you constantly. You’re standing beside him? Hand around your waist. Waiting in a queue? Both arms snaked around your waist, with his chin on your shoulder. Walking down the street? He’s holding your hand. Each of these seem strangely innocent to be indicators of lustful intent but when he doesn’t care who sees him touching you, you know he’s far gone and ready to take you against the nearest wall if you’d let him.
  • In fact, he may just do that, finding a secluded space between two building in the market area or an inconspicuous closet at school where he’ll cover your body with his, kissing you till both your lungs are burning with his hands roaming all over your body.
  • If he’s worked up enough, he may just push aside your underwear and pull down his pants for a quickie.