cw: afab! reader, fem! reader, slight dubcon, drunk iwaizumi, love potions, matting press, degradation, slight dom/sub dynamics, womb fucking (so much womb fucking, an unhealthy amount) breeding… a fuck ton of cum, multiple rounds, multiple positions, big dick iwa (duh), 69ing
for@introlovesonce upon a time collab! i’m so sorry it’s late, i just lost track of time (aka i didn’t realize it was already march) and sorry remi for bugging you in your inbox so much
this piece has not be thoroughly edited
the knights had been on their campaign for what felt like years but in reality, only two months had passed. they were faced with everything from wild boars and scaly dragons— each more difficult that the last. all being lead by the knight-prince himself, hajime from the house of iwaizumi.
trekking through the thick forest, even his white horse, who’d accompanied him through long nights and days, was getting tired. it was easy to see that his men, too were exhausted.
“at the first inn, we’ll stop and rest for the night. no camps, a nice bed for all of you.” he promised, raising the morale in the slightest. still, it was more than enough to keep them going for the time being.
it wasn’t long after he made his remark that the knights stumbled across what looked like an inn. moss was growing up its side, old brick, a small garden outside and frosty windows. surely, it could fit all them. if not, the prince would pay a hefty sum to persuade their hospitality.
“i don’t know,” he heard one of his men say, “there’s rumors of a witch in these woods…” that’s all iwaizumi thought of them—rumors. getting off his horse, he approached the front door, slowly knocking.
the wooden door opened soon after that and iwaizumi caught a glimpse of the inn’s owner. you were gorgeous, and he was instantly entranced. he watched as you bowed in front of him, recognizing him as a prince.
“we’d like to stay at your inn, if that’s alright.” he looked back, trying to roughly tally the number of knights he had with him but you only waved him off.
“all of you can rest here, what type of hostess would i be if i didn’t let the handsome prince and his men stay the night?” the prince nodded, gratefully, telling you he’d be sure to pay more than the full price. although, he tried not to let his face flush when you called him handsome.
like that, you showed the knights where to leave their horses, and where they could draw a bath if they liked. you also showed them the rooms available, preparing each of the cots.
“come, dinner!” you called for them after enough time had passed. the rowdy men gathered quickly, sitting down at the table as you presented their meal. as they collectively thanked you, your poured a chalice of wine for iwaizumi, whom you’d seated next to you.
what the prince didn’t know was that the rumors of a witch were true, and the reality of said rumors were much closer than he’d thought. unsuspectingly, he drank from the chalice you offered him, thinking nothing of it when in fact, it had been laced with a spell.
drink after drink, iwaizumi only began more extroverted, his cheeks burning pink at his drunkenness.
the men feasted the whole night as you observed them with cheery eyes. foolish mortal men, you thought to yourself, your hand finding your way to iwaizumi’s back. lightly tracing along his spin, your touch gave him the courage to stand up.
“alright, you’ve all indulge, now to your quarters and get some rest.” he ordered his men, but they snickered at the way he drunkenly slurred his words.
you finally had iwaizumi to yourself, though while they all scurried away and back to the rooms you’d prepared for them. leaning towards him, you were practically right next to his ear as you whispered: “why don’t you go get cozy in your room, your royal highness?”
iwaizumi grunted with a nod, making his way out of the dinning room. that gave you enough time to sneak into your workshop, taking a special love potion and putting a few droplets on your tongue. you amused it would be enough, those drops alone would give iwaizumi the stamina to last a fortnight.
from there, you found iwaizumi’s room, the largest one, second to your own of course. he was there, laying on his bed, his shirt undone, exposing his glistening abs. he perked his head up at your presence.
“i’m glad you’re here,” he said, and though the potion itself that laced his cup was not a direct love potion, it would unearth and heighten any existing romantic or even sexual feelings.
while locking eyes, you let the clothes you were wearing slip to the floor, revealing yourself to him.
“i’ve been thinking about you all night,” he remarked, petting your thigh as you sat down next to him, the bed dipping under your weight.
he started sitting himself up, placing his hand at the back of your neck and wasting no time pulling you in for a kiss. the prince was a sloppy kisser, his lips devouring yours like he was a hungry beast, which you happily allowed. your tongues slipped on top of each other and intertwined, letting the magic droplets seep into his blood stream at the same time.
iwaizumi was quick to position himself on top, staring down at your with lustful, focused eyes.
“to be exact, i’ve been thinking about how you’d look stuffed with my cock.” you smiled at his words, your grin challenging him. iwaizumi continued to kiss down along your neck, biting and sucking until you’d been successfully marked as his.
he spread your legs, exposing your bare cunt, already wet and ready. iwaizumi let out a heavy breath, one that he’d been holding for a while. his carefully broguht his fingers towards your folds, running his finger along your slit, collecting your juices.
while looking in your eyes, he placed them into his mouth, getting his first taste of you. it was enough to get him hard on the spot. he then put his digits into your own mouth, ordering you to suck on them.
you complied, seeing how he shuffled to rid himself of his own pants. fluttering your eyes shut, you circled your tongue, feeling how his fingers managed to reach close to the back of your throat, almost making you gag.
it was then that you felt the head of his dick against your pussy. he was thick, thicker than any man you’d taken before and you could already feel how it’s veins pulsed.
“fuck me until tomorrow morning,” you said, popping his fingers out of your mouth and tilting your head back. iwaizumi had no problem with that, cursing with he pushed his dick into you.
you let out a shameless moan, wrapping your legs around him to keep him close. he stayed sill for just a moment, basking in the feelings of you pulsing around him, your warm cunt sucking you in– it made him want to lift your legs up and fuck you into the mattress.
so he did.
he manhandled your body, moving your legs from around his waist to over his shoulders as the prince bent you in half. iwaizumi’s cock now was nestled even deeper than it had been before, kissing your cervix.
“this is what you wanted, hm? to get the prince all to yourself, to be fucked like a common whore?” if it were any other time, you would’ve laughed, told him you were more than a common whore but now, despite being a powerful witch, you whimpered at his words.
he began to fuck you, at an ungodly rate, making your mouth go slack, drool forming on your lower lip.
“more, more, please,” is all you could manage to say, and barely that. because even though iwaizumi was still wrestling with his sobriety, the love potion seemed to give him the strength to fuck you nice and good.
his hands gripped into your plush thighs, adding and extra sensation to you as the knot in your stomach was about to snap. if you weren’t being stretched apart with iwaizumi’s cock, you would’ve tried to hold out a little longer, but after taking some of the love potion as well, you couldn’t stop yourself.
iwaizumi grunted too, “fuck i’m gonna cum, fill up your womb all night until you’re little pussy can’t take anymore, do you hear me?” you nodded, having already gone dumb, your first orgasm of the night washing over your.
“this pussy’s squeezing me so good,” he groaned, throwing his head back as he pushed passed the opening of your cervix, doing exactly what he promised and filled your womb with his hot, white liquid.
his breathing was heavy, both of you coming down from your high, temporarily stalling your antics. iwaizumi slowly pulled out of you, hearing the wet noises of your shared juices spilling onto the bed sheets.
you panted, laying there for just a second longer as iwaizumi put his weight back on his ankles. cautiously sitting back up, your insides were missing the feeling of his cock; of his veins brushing against your sensitive spots, the way his thrusting made your brain foggy.
bringing yourself back up, you placed your hands on iwaizumi’s shoulders, seeing how small he made you feel, you guided him to lay down, wrapping your hand around his cock.
he was still hard, but now he was even more sensitive so while you stroked it, you were gifted the sight of his chest becoming a deep shade of red as he covered his face with the back of his hand.
“we’re not done,” you mentioned, straddling him and lining up you cum-dripping pussy with his fat dick and angry head. sitting down on his cock was a heavenly experience, eyes rolling to the back of your head while your core tensed.
he was so big, that was the only thing that was on your mind, the only thing you could think about.
“that’s it, ride my cock, just that like, like a slut, fuck.”your hands were on his chest, your own nails digging into his own skin as you humped his dick. once you built a comfortable pace you began to jump, putting scratch marks all over iwaizumi’s chest. surely the prince would blame it on some ferocious monster, which only made you grin.
“that’s right, i’m your slut, aren’t i?” you said in between gasps, hooking your feet under his thighs to give yourself a better stance.
“mhm, and i’m gonna fuck you like the slut you are, you like that?”
“yeah.” iwaizumi had added his thumb to your clit, making small circular motions, driving you crazy.
“i’m gonna cum again-” it was so close to your last orgasm but still you were at your tipping point again.
“then cum.” you heard iwaizumi growl, “cum on my cock.” with his command, your thighs trembled as you screamed out in pleasure. your body kept twitching, flinching into iwaizumi’s body as he chuckled?
“what’s wrong? had enough? wasn’t it you that said you wanted to fuck all night?” you nodded your head, embarrassed. youwere supposed to be the one in control, yet you so easily gave it up for this man. “besides, i haven’t had my way with you yet.”
iwaizumi was strong, undoubtedly so and with a swift motion, you were on your hands and knees, your ass high in the air, your hole ready for fucking once more.
the prince pulled apart your ass cheeks, letting a wob of his spit slip past his lips and towards your pussy, making you shiver at the cold sensation.
gripping his dick, he pushed himself back into you, the sticky sounds ringing once more and it was music to his ears. he held on tightly to your hips so much so that he’d most likely leave some sort of bruising but you didn’t care.
he snapped his hips into you at a steady pace because inevitably speeding up. iwaizumi snaked his hand around your waist, pressing down on your lower stomach, making you feel where his cock was buried.
he didn’t care if his men heard him, all iwaizumi could do was focus in on the way you reacted to his body. the way your pussy gripped his dick, the way you arched your back, or the way those sweet moans left your throat.
reaching forward, iwaizumi grabbed the back of your neck, pressing your face against the mattress. again, his dick was brushing against your cervix, leaving your a blabbering mess.
you whined when he left a harsh slap against your ass, his repetition left you sore and stinging but still wanting more.
iwaizumi rammed his cock into you, your own hand making its way back to you swollen clit. you tried to properly get yourself off but were too distracted by iwaizumi hitting every special spot inside you.
“let’s come together, yeah?” he panted, his voice low and seductive. you let out a small ‘mhm.’ increasing the pace of your fingers.
your poor abused cunt started to spasm for the third time that night, “good girl, good fucking girl–” iwaizumi breathed out, shooting his cum inside you, hitting your cervix once more. in attempts of getting it all out, he gave one last thrust, milking the last of that orgasm’s cum into your womb.
you were in a euphoric state, this was the first time your love potion had worked so well, especially when you could feel that iwaizumi’s cock was still rock hard inside you, ready to keep going.
but instead of continuing to pound you, iwaizumi removed himself, his booming voice echoing through the room.
“turn around.” and that you did, still on your hands and knees but this time met with his thick cock right in your face.
“taste yourself,” he told you and without a second thought, you leaned forward, taking his length into your mouth, swirling your tongue around, collected your mixed juices.
“fuck it,” iwaizumi let out, pulling you off him, leaving you whining at how badly you wanted to suck him off. instead he put his head again his pillow, signalling you with his finger to come over to where you were.
“let me see that pretty pussy.” and whatever he asked of you, you did, wiggling your ass in his face, giving him the perfect opportunity to stick his tongue into your cunt.
you happily sat on his face, grinding down on him as his skilled tongue went to work. he kitten licked your clit, sucking and flicking it with the tip of his tongue.
feeling how he moaned into your pussy, it only made you gasp with pleasure, but who would you be if you didn’t return the favor? leaning forward, you wrapped your lips around his dick once again, letting his cock head hit the back of your throat.
you could feel how he twitched and throbbed in your mouth, getting ready to take all his cum to go down your throat. at the same time, you were getting close again, loosing yourself in bliss while he ate you out.
“cum, cum again, fuck holy fucking his, swallow my cum.” iwaizumi’s voice was starting to become more strained and whiny, and just as he said that, you both came together, swallowing around him just like he asked.
your whole body was shaking as you could taste his cum on your mouth, slowly bringing yourself off of him. iwaizumi was clearly just as fucked out, letting you lay next to him.
he’d fucked you better than any man who’d come through those woods ever had, making you wonder if you should put him under a spell binding him to your inn.
although your thoughts were quickly interrupted as the prince kissed your lips, slowing himself down just a bit as his fingers found your nipples.
“don’t get tired now, okay? i think we can go for a few more rounds.” smirking at him, you nodded.
“whatever you wish, your highness.” that seemed to fuel his lustful fire anymore, leaving him to mount you and begin to suck on your breasts.
the moon was still high in the sky, giving you hours more of fun. and the prince, well he would surely be overstaying his visit.
+Bench presses three times your roundabout weight at the gym, records it (flexing afterwards with a smile on his face, as his shorts hang dangerously low on his hips and you swear you can see both his V lines and the beginning of his happy trail) and proudly shows it to you heavily hinting athow he can take the brunt of you riding his cock like an Amazon, while making sure to support you with his physical prowess and the strength, he certainly does not hide, of his shredded body so that your thighs do not burn, but instead slowly rock back and forth letting your walls clench around his thick length while he does all the work for you.
+ Bullshits that he knows how to deal with aphrodisiac ingredients, and that he is a pro in the kitchen, so he tries very hard to cook you a five course meal with recipes he found on the internet and that were even half decently made, but when it comes at the dessert, he says “I’d rather have you, as a dessert,” wanton and his eyes half lidded, because he might be a gentleman, as shown by the candle still burning in the middle of the table and the careful but elegant mise-En-place but he very much wants to lap and lick your pussy more than the passion fruit ice cream sitting in his freezer, looking into your eyes when you provide the only cream he actuallylikes.
+Tried to write verses of poetry for you and how he feels everytime that he sees you - which did not turn out very well, but he kept a rhyme and probably embarrassed himself reading them more than you did listening to them. However, as he makes a habit out of it, leaving you post-its or just simple scribbles of his ‘writing’, you find out that he also writes some other spicy ones (surprising better articulated) where he is sure you can’t see them and from which you get the idea that maybe he is very much into letting you give him head while he fingers you until you come on him and his leaking cock stuffs your throat, choking your moans.
it’s not most mornings when iwaizumi gets to wake up so peacefully. normally he’s waking up at the crack of dawn to the sound of his loud alarm, rummaging to turn it off before it wakes you. and every one of those days he wishes he could stay a little longer, that he could wrap his arms around your waist to see you wake up when the sun hits your eyes through the window.
thank god it’s his day off, he couldn’t handle another day touching himself in the shower to the thought of your sleeping form.
“h-hajime” you stutter. he grins, even in your sleep you’re thinking about him, whispering his name in such a sultry tone, could it have to do with the fact that he was rubbing the head of his cock along your folds?
“shh, you’re doing so good” he whispers, lazily stroking his cock alongs your cunt, and slowly slipping in. you’re still sore from last night, but he’s sure you’ll enjoy waking up to him filling you up to the brim with his cock, he can tell by the way a small gasp slips from your lips.
he cursed to himself, frustrated at himself for not being able to hold back. it’s your damn face, that blissful expression you have, your parted lips and the slight blush on your face, it drives him crazy. the grip on your waist tightens up, his fingers digging into the skin while he pulls out and slips back into you.
he does his best not to wake you yet, he’d much rather you wake up with his cum dripping down your thighs, but a few thrusts and your eyes are fluttering open, along with your whines and cries.
“ah- hajime! hajime, f-fuck!” you curse, desperately pawing at the sheets, looking for relief while you buck your hips back to meet his pace. his hand slips down your stomach, spreading your lips and gently rubbing your clit.
when you gave him full permission to do whatever he pleased with you while you were sleeping, you caught him by surprise. it’s not to say he didn’t enjoy the idea of having his way with you while you slept, but he always thought of you as such a dainty little thing. that’s why, even now as he takes you when you’re most vulnerable, he’s still gentle with you, his thrusts hard but slow at the same time, gently building up your orgasm.
“god, you look so beautiful like this, my pretty girl” he groans, leaving love bites along the skin of the back of your neck. his praise makes you clench around him, making it hard for him to keep bucking his hips into you, but making it more rewarding for him, knowing he was making his pretty girl feel thisgood.
“f-fuck iwa, ‘m gonna cum, please don’t stop, p-please” you whine, tears rolling down your cheeks. his fingers skillfully speed up, knowing just what he had to do to push you over the edge and give you your well deserved orgasm.
you cum around him, your whole body shaking and trembling under his touch, and god with the way you kept chanting his name over and over like a prayer, he followed shortly after, spilling his cum into you.
his thrusts were sloppy from his orgasm, but he didn’t feel like stopping until you tapped your hand on his shoulder, wordlessly telling him it was too much. he sighed in relief, happy to finally fulfill the fantasy that had been haunting his head for the past few days.
female body parts ! got this idea from tiktok, he calls u puppy
you mewled as you were laying on your stomach, your ass in the air, iwa’s dick in you but not moving. “iwa please” you begged, while starting to wiggle your hips around him. “you- fuck you gotta do it on your own puppy” iwaizumi said. you pouted but you needed some friction so bad so you started moving your hips on your own. ”that’s it puppy, use my cock” you started going faster but it just wasn’t enough. “iwa please want your big fat cock moving inside me”, you moaned, “please help your puppy, puppy needs you” iwa grabbed your hips and leaned over so he could whisper in your ear. “just because you begged so nicely puppy” and started moving.
Warnings: Cheating, dubcon, alcohol (jungle juice), a little bit of dom/sub bc of Iwa, Reader is called good girl and princess, doll, mentions of eventual foursome
a/n: I was originally going to just write this one, but I was convinced to write two fics for this collab. There is no beta reader besides Shae reading it well before it was complete, therefore the ending might be a bit shit. Any who, enjoy Iwa and reader at a frat party <3
warnings: smut, f!masturbation, phone sex kinda, overstimulation, creampie (please practice protected sex) message me if i missed anything
“You know I love fucking you, cause I stroke with intentions. Bet I make you remember baby how I made you cum for me. Well I guess it’s looking like you’re stuck with me.”
You know it’s wrong. You know you should stop. You know you’re not supposed to think about it, about him. That night was a mistake. It should not have happened. You both promised to not talk about it to avoid complications at work.
But you can’t stop thinking about that night, especially now that you have your fingers in your underwear, clumsily rubbing your clit for satisfaction. You whine, not able to feel any pleasure from your soft pads.
“Iwaizumi…” You groan loudly and shamelessly. You’re on your own in your apartment, doors locked and curtains closed. No one can hear you, that’s for sure.
“Hajime,” you moan his name, tracing your slit with your forefinger, teasing your own entrance.
This is all his fault. This is all Iwaizumi Hajime’s fault. If only the athlete trainer didn’t fuck you so good that night, then maybe you wouldn’t struggle with making yourself cum. He did you that good.
Everything he did was just perfect. The way he entered you, pounded into you, ate you, fingered you—everything. The amount of times you came for him in a single night is impossibly possible but satisfyingly painful.
Your phone rings, and you choose to ignore the first time. The second time, you reach for your phone in annoyance. You answer the call, your fingers still playing with your folds.
“(Y/N)?”His voice on the other line causes your breath to get stuck on your throat. You cough, clearing your throat. “You okay?”
“Yes, Iwaizumi. Why did you call?” Your eyes are shut, shame thrown out of the window. Maybe his voice can help you. A finger slip into your core, and you stop yourself from making any obvious sexual sound.
“Have you reminded the about the medical files I asked them to fill up?” Iwaizumi asks you, and you try so hard to comprehend his words as another finger is added inside you.
“Yeah,” you reply, your breathing becoming faster as you curl your fingers inside of you, hitting that certain part of your wall. “But I’ll remind them again.”
“Thanks. But are you sure you’re okay? You sound like you’re running out of breath,” Iwaizumi says and you can hear the concern in his voice.
“Yeah,” is all you can reply. You take your panties off, your foot kicking it off the bed. Your fingers dip in and out of your womanhood, making a loud noise that you hope the man on the phone can hear.
“Are you-? Did I disturb you? I’m sorry. Good b-” he sounds flustered. He finally realizes what you are doing.
“Hajime,” you moan his name loudly, your voice vibrating through his ears and straight into his member. The thought that you’re thinking about him while you’re touching yourself is turning him on.
“Y-yes?” Iwaizumi stutters, not knowing what to do. His hand is over his crotch, mind already going into different places.
“Come over. Please,” you plead, your breath becoming shorter and quicker. “Need you so bad.”
Iwaizumi wants to scold you, sermon you about how these activities can affect your work dynamic, but his dick is painfully growing hard in his sweats. His feet brings him to his apartment entrance as if it has it’s own brain.
“On my way, baby. Make sure you’re ready for me when I get there.”
You can’t think of anything else. The way Iwaizumi is stretching you out is all that can process. He has your knees, hands on your back as he thrusts his cock in and out of your aching core. He has made you orgasm twice before using his mouth and fingers, so you’re more than sensitive.
“I fuck you once and you can’t cum without me?” Iwaizumi chuckles proudly, his pace slowly increasing in speed. “I guess I’ll have to claim your pussy now.”
“So good… It’s so good,” you pant, cheek planted on the bed beneath you.
“Fuck, you’re too tight…” he hisses as he feels your walls spasm around his cock, the grip slowing down his movement. He groans as he pulls out of you and then slamming back in immediately. The tip of his manhood hits your cervix, making you arch your back. His hand holds onto your wrists, the other hand landing a slap on your ass cheek. He leans his body down, his chest pressed onto your back, his lips attaching to the shell of your ears.
“Who owns this pussy, baby?” Iwaizumi whispers, his mouth nibbling on your earlobe as he continues to thrust into you.
“You, Hajime! You!” You scream, his quick thrusts turning into harsh pounds. He lets go of your wrists and you swiftly grab onto the sheets tightly as he reaches deeper into you.
“I’m cumming,” Iwaizumi pants, his hands gripping into your hips. He pushes your hips to meet his, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
“Cum inside me,” you manage to say in between heavy breaths. Your words make him thrust deeper and faster. The pleasure causing your orgasm to build up. “Gonna cum, too.” After a few thrusts, you feel your orgasm wash over you, your body trembling from the pleasure.
Iwaizumi continues to slowly go in and out of you, feeling his own high approach him. Your flushed cheeks, sweaty body, and desperate moans makes him cum, just where you wanted it. Iwaizumi pulls out of you, watching his white creamy fluid drip out of womanhood. His dick hardens again as he sees your lips push his cum out. He flips you onto your back, eliciting a gasp from you. You can’t process anything at this point. Your legs are shaking and your mind is hazing.
Iwaizumi holds onto the base of his shaft, the tip of your other hole, gathering his cum that has reached there. He slides his cum back up using the head of his cock, then slam it back into your pussy.
“Hajime!” The sudden intrusion has brought you back into your senses. You can feel his cock growing inside you as you slowly pull him down for a kiss.
“Can you cum for me one more time?”
A/N: this is a smut series hahaha i’ll probably finish the whole song with different haikyuu boys. i hope you enjoy them
Warnings: NSFW, angst, hurt no comfort, questionable consent (but Iwa wants it), bottom Iwaizumi, college!AU, ‘and they were roommates’
Iwaizumi was currently sitting on the floor in front of the couch with a controller in his hands. Playing some war and getting way too intense about it. He almost didn’t didn’t hear Oikawa come in through the front door, but he did and decided to ignore it away. He took a quick glance at the clock sitting underneath the television, it read 3:14 AM. He continued to ignore how he could hear Oikawa stumbling to get his shoes off and his heavy footsteps headed in to the living room.
A few minutes passed before he could actually feel the other man’s presence next to him. He finally decided to chance a glance at him. He noticed he had discarded his jacket somewhere along the way, hoping that he actually brought it home, his tie was hanging loosely around his neck and the first few buttons undone on his dress shirt. “How was it?” he had asked referring to his night out with a few friends from their classes. Iwaizumi was invited, but turned down the offer not wanting to babysit all night.
“It was so boring without you Iwa, you should have joined.” There was a slight whine to his voice as he spoke to him leaning in closer. Iwaizumi made a point not to look at him again keeping his eyes fixated on the screen as Oikawa laid his head on his shoulder. He was able to smell the alcohol radiating from the other man as he added another death to his ration and groaning at the game.
Oikawa watched as it happened and snuggled closer. He shuffled so their bodies were side by side and pulled his knees to his chest. Iwaizumi snuck another glance down at him but didn’t linger. This went unnoticed “Iwaaa, pay attention to me.” He didn’t let the words get to him and as his character loaded on screen again he continued to play.
Feeling frustrated quicker than usual thanks to the copious amounts of alcohol still in a system Oikawa maneuvered his body around him again. This time, forcing his legs into the other man’s lap underneath the hands holding the controller. He attempted to force his head underneath his arm, but to no avail. Iwaizumi moved his arms away from him “Quit Kawa, you’re gonna make me die again, I was winning before your ass came in here.”
“But I’m so needy, please?” If there was anything that college taught Iwaizumi, it was that Oikawa always got like this while drinking. And he knew he wouldn’t give in, but he didn’t want to either. Oikawa was moving again, much more forceful this time, he pushed himself into Iwaizumi’s lap head under his arms so they’d be wrap around his back holding the control. His face lay against Iwaizumi’s shoulder nose brushing against his collarbone. He was carful to keep his breathing steady, not letting the other know this was getting to him.
He continued to play dying much more frequently now. But he instantly dropped the controller as he felt soft lips press against the skin over his collarbone. Oikawa giggled softly against him, the soft puffs of breath heating his skin. “What Iwa? You can’t handle a little attention yourself?”
“Cut it out, would you?” He pushed against his shoulders but Oikawa didn’t move much. In fact, he pushed and pulled back. Effectively bringing Iwaizumi to lay on the floor both men falling sideways. Oikawa was giggling more “get off me, you’re much heavier that you think”
Oikawa sat straight up pouting, looking at him underneath. The sight was enough for Iwaizumi to have to turn his face to the side cheeks tinting pink. Oikawa didn’t let this pass either. “Is that why your face is red? Because I’m so heavy.” He ground his hips down softly causing Iwaizumi to suck in a sharp breath of air and attempt to sit up but Oikawa was pushing him back down “what?” He asked feigning innocence so perfectly.
“I’m serious crappykawa. Stop, this isn’t funny”
Oikawa leaned down again, lips ghosting over his neck. “I think it’s a little funny” then made contact kissing and nipping messily.
Iwaizumi squeezed his eyes shut tightly head turning to the side. He so badly didn’t want to make him stop, but he also didn’t want this to be their first. Oikawa drunk and not understanding how much of an effect he was having on him, on his feelings that he’s kept well hidden for so long.
Oikawa always tried to make moves while drunk, and not just on him, but he’s never been this pushy or straight forward about it. He ground his hips down against him again and Oikawa let out a soft moan all for show. “Your mouth is saying no, but a different part of you is saying yes” he let his hands travel up and under his shirt. Iwaizumi’s own hands gripped in tight fist against the floor.
Then, Oikawa was skidding off his lap and further down his legs hands going for the waist band on his sleep bottoms. His head shot up to look down at Oikawa and he leaned up on his elbows watch. “Are you gonna tell me to stop?”
Iwaizumi didn’t say anything, just turned his head to side and his cheeks growing darker and breath getting heavier. Oikawa made quick work to pull the pants and his briefs down. The alcohol in his system making him quick and sloppy. But Iwaizumi still lifted his hips a bit to help get them down.
He was already embarrassingly hard but Oikawa didn’t seem to care as he leaned down and used the flat of his tongue to lick a wide strip all the way up his length. Iwaizumi brought one hand up to his mouth, biting on his knuckles to keep from making any noise. “Too bad that’s not what I’m interested in though.”
Iwaizumi looked back down at him as Oikawa pulled his pants off the rest of the way, pushing his knees apart and laying flat on his stomach between the man’s legs. He tucked both hands under his knees and pushed them up and apart. Iwaizumi grabbed the back of both his thighs on instinct before realizing what was to come next. “N-no no, you don’t have to do th-” but his own voice was cut off with a low groan as he felt Oikawa lick another fat stripe on his body, this time against his exposed entrance.
Oikawa still wasn’t wasting any time. Licking and poking at his hole, spitting on it and diving back in. Iwaizumi had never felt so satisfied off something so disgusting, quick, and messy. It didn’t take long before he was leaking pre against his own stomach. Doing his best to keep all his noises in, he failed as he felt Oikawa push a finger inside him, it felt amazing but Oikawa seemed displeased with the lack of resistance. He spit again to make sure it wasn’t uncomfortable before leaning up a bit “you let people fuck you often?” He asked sounding genuinely distraught about it.
Iwaizumi shook his head quickly causing a smirk to grow on Oikawa’s face “so you do it yourself then?” he asked a bit menacingly, adding a second finger. Iwaizumi didn’t respond to the question but it seemed he was ok with that as he leaned down and continued to lick around his fingers with his tongue. Spreading his fingers each time he pulled them out to stretch him quicker. Preparing him for the third finger he added shortly after. Iwaizumi could feel Oikawa’s other shoulder moving slightly and leaned up to look down, Oikawa had already pulled his own cock from the confines of his slack and was pumping it lazily. He continued licking and spitting around the three fingers inside him before pulling his face and hand away. Iwaizumi couldn’t help the small whine that felt his throat at the lack of contact.
“Don’t worry handsome, I’ve got something better for you.” he was attempting to be seductive as he made his way back over Iwaizumi but his drunkenness made him lose the effect. He watched as Oikawa climbed back over him. He could see the delay in his brain as he blinked slowly. He brought both hands up to either side of the man’s face while they looked down to line himself up against Iwaizumi’s pucker. Iwaizumi could feel the pressure before it slipped away. He wasn’t sure if Oikawa was trying to tease him, or if his coordination was that bad right now. Regardless, he reached a hand down between them to help him out. Lining him quickly Oikawa slowly began to sink in looking back up at the person below him. Iwaizumi leaned up to kiss him, but Oikawa turned his face to the side letting him make contact with his cheek instead. He nuzzled his face against his neck and Iwaizumi knew it was so that he didn’t have to reject another kiss.
Iwaizumi wrapped his arms tightly around his shoulders as he began with gentle thrusts. “Please tell me you’ll remember in the morning” he was answered with a particularly rough thrust. Not too hard, but much harder than the others, it made them both grunt but only one was with pleasure. Iwaizumi made sure to hold Oikawa tightly so that he wouldn’t lean up and see the tears forming in his eyes. He knew Oikawa would think it was from pain.
His thrusts sped up, and his timing was awful, Iwaizumi did his best to move his hips against him to keep a rythem but as Oikawa got closer it only got worse. Iwaizumi knew it was from the alcohol making him sluggish so he’ll try not to hold it as a standard. Oikawa brought one hand between there bodies, his hand having a bit better rythem but he was squeezing the tip a bit too tight making it feel too sensitive and intense. It still wasn’t a bad feeling, just bringing Iwaizumi closer the edge sooner then comfortable.
Oikawa didn’t say anything else to him. Not as Iwaizumi came between their bodies, or as Oikawa filled him with his release. He didn’t say anything as he sat up and pulled out. He didn’t say anything as he looked at Iwaizumi’s flushed tear stained cheeks. And he certainly didn’t say anything as he tucked himself back into his pants and left Iwaizumi a mess on the carpeted living room floor.
And when Iwaizumi woke up the next morning and walked into the kitchen to see Oikawa actually cooking, he asked Oikawa if he remembered coming home last night. And of course he couldn’t remember.
your hands wrap around the edges of the sink, your gripping it so hard that you feel it could break in your hands. his arms wrap around your waist along with you bunched up skirt. your eyes are screwed shut as his cock abuses your cervix over and over. his groans fill the air of the slightly dirty club bathroom.
he hates that you’re embarrassed of your facial expressions when he’s pleasuring you. when your hands cover your face in embarrassment he detaches his lips from around your nipple and looks at you unamused. he had prepared for this. the cuffs that he attached to his headboard came in handy. with your hands successfully restrained he goes back to work on your nipples.
“never hide your pretty face from me.” he mumbles against your chest.
forces you to watch him eating you out from the mirror that he somehow nailed to the ceiling. watches you as he licks at your pussy and if you dare to look away from the mirror he will stop, leaving you whining and begging for more. every time you whine he spanks your pussy before softly rubbing your clit to ease the pain.
“just do as i say and i promise i’ll let you cum.”
At a young age you learned a vital lesson: never hesitate. Whether you’re rejecting a confession or staring down the sight of a gun, split second decisions have been ingrained in your blood, so when your best friend is brutally murdered the choice is simple.
You’ll stop at nothing to exact your revenge on the man who took her from you, even if it means facing the three men you’d spent years running away from.
Can you survive a deal with Embertide University’s very own Archdemons, or will your dark history with them bring everything you’re working toward crashing down?
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Step Brother!Suna, Iwaizumi, and Matsukawa
ADDITIONAL NOTES: not proofread pls leave feedback
‘you sure you wanna do this?’, hajime asked, pulling away from your lips.
you were straddling his lap, needy and breathless as you nodded eagerly, giving an experimental grind down onto his cock to assure him.
he hisses deep in his throat at the action, squeezing your hips to steady you.
‘just wanted to make sure’, he rasps out, toying with the loose fabric at the bottom of your loose tank top.
you bite you bottom lip, smiling nervously as you guide your hands over his, giving him the ok to undress your upper half.
he regains his initiative, remembering that he was the one leading youhere.
he tapped your thigh, a signal for you to get up. he laid you down on the bed, splaying your hair out beneath you as he kneeled above you.
‘up’, he mutters, grabbing the hem of your top and lifting it up and over your arms. his breath hitches as your tits came into view, immediately cupping one in his large hand.
you nipple perks up under the cool air as hajime thumbs at it, listening intently to your small noises.
he cooed at how bashful you looked, clad in only your pajama shorts. your head was turned to the side, cheeks flushed as he held your tits. your eyelashes were fluttering shut each time he prodded at your sensitive nipples.
he had half the mind the life, but the other half got the best of him as he lowered his mouth down to your nipple, giving it a kitten lick to test the waters.
you breath out shakily at the motion, your inexperienced body arching up at the touch.
he wraps his lips around the hardened bud, lapping his tongue against it. his hand comes up to squeeze the other between his thumb and forefinger.
your whimpers only egg him on to suck harder, teeth grazing against your areola every few seconds.
one of your hands splayed out against your neck, the other combing through the back of his head as he switched to coat your other nipples with his saliva and teeth marks.
‘hajime..’, you sighed out in pleasure, rubbing your thighs together as the aching between your thighs grew by the second.
he hums into your skin, trailing sloppy kisses down your rib cage and tummy, stopping below your navel where your shorts blocked him.
he lays his hands on your hips, thumbs rubbing reassuring circles into the sides of your tummy.
‘this ok?’, he asks, sinking down to his knees and grinding his erect cock against the front of your bed.
you tilt your head forward, nodding down at him with lidded eyes as you continue to grind your thighs against each other in an attempt to relieve the constant throbbing at your sex.
he kept his eyes on your tentatively as you pulls your flimsy shorts down your thighs, knees, calves, then around your ankles, placing them on the floor.
your intimate parts were clad with pale pink panties, making you look all the more innocent.
‘so fucking pretty’, hajime muttered, mostly to himself. his warm hands found themselves on the top of your thighs, massaging the fat of them gently.
he wet his lips with his tongue, cursing under his breath when he noticed the small wet patch forming at the front of your panties.
‘hajime’, you whined out, embarrassed at how deeply he was looking at you.
he shushes you, spreading your thighs apart to see more of your sticky wetness absorb the cheap cotton of your panties.
you tilt you head back up, staring at the roof as your mind raced a million miles a minute. what if you smelt bad? what if you were too tight? what if he didn’t like it? what if you couldn’t make him cum?
you failed to notice amongst your racing mind that iwaizumi’s eyes had flickered up to your face, watching as your brows subconsciously knitted together in worry.
he tapped your thigh, bringing you out of your trance of worries.
‘can i eat you out?’
five words which had your stomach bouncing from nervousness and excitement. your hips jolted up at his words, much to your dismay, as you rasped out a quiet ‘please’.
he chuckled softly, quickly looping his fingers under the waistband of your panties, slipping them down with the help of you lifting your hips up. they dangled around one of your ankles.
he looped his strong arms under your thighs, hooking them apart so there was no chance you could try and hide from him. your legs spread, and for the first time in your life, you were showing someone your pussy.
‘fuck’, iwaizumi groaned at the sight of your glistening folds. you were clenching around nothing, and he swore he could see your clit throbbing. there was sticky wetness plastered all over your inner thighs, and without thinking he went to lick it up.
your breath hitched, feeling him lick up the juncture between your inner thigh and cunt. his tongue was so close to where you needed it, yet so far.
you took in a shaky breath, bringing your hands down to grip his hair like you’d seen in the few porn videos you’d watched.
you tugged up gently, directing his tongue to your twinging sex where he eagerly started to lap your juices up.
your fingers fell from their grip in his hair, sighing out in pleasure as all your body parts relaxed like you had never felt before.
‘aaah,hajime’, you hiccuped out as he suckled your clit into his mouth. the pleasure was like nothing you had ever felt before, mouth wide open as wanton moans fell from your lips.
your back was writhing up and down, trying to find the angle where hajime’s mouth felt best. his thumbs pulled your pussylips apart so he was able to tongue fuck you, reaching places you could never with just your fingers.
hajime’s tastebuds were on fire as his tongue flopped around like a dying fish, his want for you was insatiable, he was insatiable.
the lewd squelches and slurps were almost as loud as your moans, but he wanted to make them even louder.
he pulled his tongue out of your hole, watching in a pussydrunk haze with lidded eyes as it fluttered in want.
‘nghh, daddy please’, you whimpered out, albeit the second word was more of a whisper.
if it was possible, hajime felt like the luckiest man in the world. he was the first one to make you feel like this. first and only, that’s for sure. there was no way anyone else was ever going to see you like this.
‘daddy’s got you sweetheart, you taste like heaven’, he admits aloud, teasing your clit by nosing at it.
‘to-touch me’, you begged, hips wiggling around in discomfort and neediness.
he listens to you, flicking his tongue out and against your clit at a slow pace, letting you enjoy the pleasure and relaxation at first.
one of his hands stretches your pussy to the side, the other resting just below it as he slips his middle finger in, wiggling it around to find your spongy spot.
he finds it in record time, knowing he has by the stutter in your moans, just before they became a notch louder.
he continues his menstruations on your clit, squeezing in his ring finger beside his middle one.
you hiss at the slight sting, quickly replaced by a moan and hajime starts to flick his tongue faster against your clit, stimulating you generously.
your hands curl up into fists as you feel the intimate pool of heat in your stomach grow, and you know you’re only a minute or so away from cumming.
'you close?’, hajime mutters, hot breath hitting your clit. you hum needily in response, lifting your hips up to signal him to continue.
he lays his tongue back down against your clit and begins to use the tip of it to flick up and down your clit at an alarmingly fast pace.
'oh!’, you moan out, bringing your hands to your nipples to stimulate yourself even more. you pinch them between your thumb and pointer finger, and you swear you have tears in your eyes from the amount of pleasure on your body.
'gonna cum!’, you shriek out helplessly, back snapping back in an arch as hajime curls his fingers into your sweet spot and grazes your clit with his teeth. your hips thrash against the bed as you chase your orgasm, and he continues to press down on that one spot inside of you.
you let out a big, shaky exhale as your hips flop back down. your legs feel like jelly and you’re sure almost every inch of your skin is covered in a thin layer of sweat.
a small groan of discomfort leaves your lips as he pulls his fingers out, and you feel him lie down next to you. your eyes flutter open, looking at him for the first time in what feels like forever.
his lips are wet and shiny and covered with your fluids and juices. his cheeks are flushed a pretty pink and his eyes are clouded over with lust. his dark green eyes are locked onto yours, and you can’t look away when he slips the same two fingers that were inside you moments ago, into his mouth.
he makes a show of letting his mouth squelch, licking up every last drop of your essence before pulling them out of his mouth, using them to tilt your chin up.
'you still want me to fuck you?’, he asks with such bluntness that you forget why you were here in the first place.
you nod, eyes wide with want. he tuts, bringing his mouth down to your neck, just below your ear.
‘gotta hear you say it baby’, he whispers huskily into your ear, climbing back over you.
you bring your hand to the back of his neck, cupping it gently as you bring your mouth to hisear.
‘please, fuck me hajime’, you beg into his ear shyly.
he doesn’t respond, rather sits up as he pulls the grey tank top over his head, revealing his toned and muscled abdomen to you.
you gulp at the sight, your top teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he makes work of his briefs too.
you can’t help the small gasp that leaves your lips when you see how hard he is.
his cock slaps against his stomach, and it’s harder than you’ve ever seen it before (not that you’ve seen it too many times).
the tip is an angry red, leaking with pre cum as he pumps the base, spreading your legs apart.
your breath starts to labour as your knees fall apart, hands folding together and resting on your upper stomach.
he guides his cock to your pussy, tapping the head of it against your clit.
‘gonna put it in now, ok?’, he says, shifting his weight onto his left arm as his right hand cups your cheek and strokes it with his thumb.
you nod, muttering out a meek ‘ok’, as you gulp in anticipation and fear.
he grabs the root of his cock, taking in a deep breath as he starts to push the head of his cock inside of you.
it pops in easily, no doubt due to the work of his mouth and tongue earlier. you’re clenching around him hard, pupils dilated as you take the time to admire his handsome face.
you bring one of your hands to his shoulder, gripping it tightly as he pushes more of himself inside of you. he’s biting on his tongue to retrain himself from shoving the rest of himself in.
‘sotight’, he groans, pushing another few inches in. half of his cock was inside you now, and your legs were trembling as you tried your best to keep them open wide.
‘hajime’, you moaned quietly, lifting your hips up. you wanted him, all of him inside of you now.
‘put the rest in’, you pleaded, eyes wide and lips in a small pout. his eyes meet yours, jaw clenched.
‘you sure?’, he asked, letting the last bit of self restraint he had go.
you nod eagerly, lashes fluttering bashfully as he sheathes the rest of his cock inside of you, balls slapping against your asscheeks.
‘shit’, he moans, bringing his head to rest in the junction between your neck and collarbone.
your mouth is wide open, eyes squeezed shut as the sound of your angelic moans and whimpers filled the room.
you’d never felt so fucking full before. the tip of his cock was pressing in just the right spot which had you writhing and pathetically thrashing your pelvis upwards against his own.
‘move, please’, you whisper out brokenly, you’re not even sure if he could hear you.
he does, and lifts his head up, placing a quick sloppy kiss on both of your cheeks. he grips your waist, pulling his cock out of you slowly, before slamming back in, letting himself chase his pleasure.
you whine out lowly at the sensation, gripping his shoulders harshly. the sensation only eggs him on to fuck you harder, and he does.
his dick is covered in a translucent liquid, making it even easier for him to slip himself in and out of you.
each time he jabs his cock back in, his cockhead presses against a spot deep inside of you which has your clit twitching and vocal chords vibrating as you beg for more.
you’re crying out chants of his name over and over as your eyeballs roll to the back of your head in pleasure.
one of his hands snakes down to rub at your clit, and you’re creaming around his cock without even realising.
your pussy is wrapped around him like superglue, sucking him in as he uses every fibre of his body to keep fucking you through your orgasm and not cumming inside of you.
you’re basically a ragdoll as he keeps hitting that one spot inside of you, letting you ride out your orgasm as long as you can.
there’s tears falling from your lash line as you let out one last shaky moan, before your body falls limp, concluding possibly the biggest orgasm you’ve ever had, and will have.
he slowly pulls his cock out, using your cum as lube as he quickly starts to pump himself at the same pace he was fucking you mere seconds ago.
it doesn’t take long for him to spray his cum all over your stomach, some reaching your underboob. his eyes are locked on your lewd expression, eyes misty with tears and relief.
he throws his head back and let’s put a small groan as the rest of his seed splatters all over your tits, making your nipples perk up.
his now soft cock hangs down as he sits on the edge of the bed for a few moments, catching his breath.
stepping up, he walks over to your closet to grab you one of his old t shirts and briefs which he quickly dressed himself with.
he grabs a towel and washcloth from his nightstand, crawling over next to you.
‘was i good?’, you ask, grabbing the towel to clean your tummy and boobs with.
he wipes the sweat from your forehead with the washcloth, smirking down at you.
‘you were perfect baby. so good for me’, he praises you, watching how you blush and keen underneath him.
he grabs another old t shirt, this time for you to wear as he dresses you, much to your dismay.
‘i can dress myself, hajime’, you pout as your head pops up through the neck hole of the shirt.
‘just rest, my sweet’, he says, tucking you in and chucking the towels into the laundry hamper next to the bed.
he strokes your forehead for a bit, admiring your relaxed expression until he’s almost sure you’re asleep.
‘i love you’, he whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple before stepping up, tip toeing to the door so he could go start dinner.
‘hajime?’, you croak out, lifting an eyelid as he turns around in surprise, expecting you to be dozing off.
‘yeah?’
‘i’m glad you were my first’, you say, giving him a sleepy smile.
his tongue pokes into the corner of his cheek, filled his gratitude and wondering how we got so blessed with you.
‘me too baby. i’ll be your first and only.’
thank you for reading!! likes, reblogs, follows, and general feedback are all appreciated!
➥➥ Included Kinks: Oral (F and M Receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, Slight darker themes such a power dynamics, restraints, slight blackmail ig if you squint, orgasm denial, face fucking, gagging, hair pulling, smacking, some exhibitionism, anal play, squirting.
➥➥Kinks included- *Very dark themes*, Oral (F and M Receiving), fingering, CNC, cucking, voyerism, exhibitionism, bondage, knife play, full nelson, smacking, hair pulling, choking, spitting, dacryphilia, Double penetration, anal & anal play such as rimming, squirting, real aggressive sex.
The schedule will change, i’ll be adding stuff as I go along.
I have asks that I plan to work into this schedule if I can make them work out for the theme at hand.
Will try to incorporate diff fandoms too
Plan to use this as a time to also write stuff that I haven’t which you will start seeing as i will really be pushing myself with the big pieces on sundays. Posts that aren’t on sundays will be shorter, but more hyper detailed around 1 kink or so.
I have been gone forever bc i want(ed) to die :) half joke half not life has been kicking me rn uggg.
Warnings: Cheating, dubcon, alcohol (jungle juice), a little bit of dom/sub bc of Iwa, Reader is called good girl and princess, doll, mentions of eventual foursome
a/n: I was originally going to just write this one, but I was convinced to write two fics for this collab. There is no beta reader besides Shae reading it well before it was complete, therefore the ending might be a bit shit. Any who, enjoy Iwa and reader at a frat party <3
It was a typical Friday night, you and your two friends were getting dolled up in your apartment to head to a party. A frat party to be exact, one that was being hosted by Oikawa’s fraternity. It had become a common place for you to attend, seeing as you two were now officially together. You had met him through your best friend, who happened to be Iwaizumi’s girlfriend. You met freshman year when you roomed together and now 2 years later you’re still close as ever. Even joking from time to time about switching boyfriends for a night just to see what it would be like.
Little did you know, your boyfriends were ‘joking’ about the same thing and unlike you both, they were serious. They wanted to see if you both would willingly go with the other’s boyfriend, but they didn’t have the heart to openly ask you. Instead they decided to try it at a party when everyone would be drinking. They decided to make the jungle juice stronger than normal, not like you would notice at all. All it would take is a few drinks to lower both of your standards.
Arriving at the party an hour early, you were greeted by your boyfriend. Bringing him into a hug and kiss before going to put your bag in his room. You always stayed the night when you partied with them, mainly because Oikawa never let you out of his sight or grip at parties. Keeping a hand on you at all times, mainly around your waist or his hand tucked into your back pocket. He was possessive, but not overly so, he just didn’t want anyone touching his girl. Although you never realized that he would let his own best friend be an exception until later that night.
Music boomed through the house, and people had just begun to arrive. Your other roommate ended up coming a bit later, since Yaku had texted her to bring more alcohol. You knew when she arrived would be the only time you’d be able to talk to her alone and actually hold a conversation. Yaku and her always ended up sitting somewhere watching the party unfold, before they felt like putting on a show of some kind before disappearing for the night. When you walked back to the homemade ‘bar’ that was in front of the entrance to the kitchen, you saw the boys putting in the last of the mixers for the jungle juice. Empty bottles sat in a bag beside them, opting to keep it as clean as possible so they had less to clean the next day.
“Babe, you want the first drink before others start crowding around?” Oikawa flashed you a smile before grabbing you a cup to pour you a drink. You and Iwa’s girlfriend always got the first drinks, courtesy of your boyfriends wanting you to try it out since they made it differently every time.
“Well duh, I need to see what it will taste like this time.” Giving him a quick peck on the lips before going to take a drink. It was good, and it was hard to even tell there was alcohol contained within due to the fruit flavors and the lemonade they mixed in. Going for a second drink, you pulled your boyfriend in for a kiss to let him taste it himself, to which he happily accepted the kiss and whatever bit of the drink you gave him.
“Get a room you two lovebirds.” Iwa and his girlfriend both faking disgust at your kiss, before having a kiss of their own.
Once people began to arrive, Iwa and Oikawa had decided to give the job of pouring drinks to newer members of the frat. Wanting to drag their girlfriends out to dance before they put their plan in action. The music was composed of songs you knew, but could not give the name of, instead just letting your body move to the rhythm and the beat while dancing with your boyfriend.
You both had danced for about thirty minutes before Oikawa had gotten you both another drink, pulling you to sit down beside him, his arm automatically wrapping to rest around your waist. It was nice to take a break, especially since you started to feel the alcohol once you sat down. A light buzz forming as you leaned against his chest. When you were on your third drink was when they would separate you both and begin their journey into getting the other’s girlfriend into their bed.
Across the room you saw your third roommate and Yaku sharing everclear. She was never a fan of jungle juice and the pair preferred to bring their own drinks. Everclear mixed with lemonade or some other mixer, that’s what she told you they always drank. The harder alcohol hitting them a lot quicker than whatever you had been drinking.
When you got up to get your third drink, Oikawa had placed a hard slap to your ass, almost causing you to drop your cup. Looking back and giving him a slight glare and pout, he laughed and pulled you into a short kiss before telling you to enjoy the night and have fun.
When you had come back from getting your drink, you noticed he had slipped away, and your best friend was gone as well. Iwaizumi was the only one you saw from your small group of friends. It was unusual for Oikawa to not wait for you, but also sometimes he would get pulled away by other friends from time to time.
“Hajime, where did Tooru go?” The pout on your face evident you wanted to be with him all night after being busy the whole week.
“I think he got dragged off, same with Elise too. Am I not cool enough to hang out with?” He raised an eyebrow as he took a drink, waiting on your answer. The two of you never hung out alone, but it wasn’t like you were strangers.
“No you are! I just missed Tooru is all.” You sighed and took a drink, before falling into a casual conversation with Iwaizumi. Taking a seat on the couch you and Oikawa had occupied not even 10 minutes ago.
It was a shock to others in the frat that Oikawa had landed someone like you. You were decently well known on campus, mainly because you were kind and helpful. Constantly studying and keeping high grades, even going out of your way to help tutor others. It amazed Iwaizumi that you somehow fell for his best friend. Although anyone who saw the way you both looked at each other knew how in love you both were, and it was no shocker that you quickly got together.
For your birthday, Oikawa had gotten you a necklace that had ‘Tooru’ written on it. It was small and dainty, but you wore it like it was permanently attached to your body. It made Iwa a bit jealous since his girlfriend expressed how she wasn’t a big fan of wearing necklaces. He had decided that if he kept anything on you tonight, it would be that necklace you were so proud of.
As you talked, you finished your third drink, and had gotten up to get another. Iwa went with you to refill his as well, and noticed that some of the other members had set up beer pong in another room.
“Oi, y/n, wanna play some pong? See if you can keep up and make a few.” The tone in his voice presented a challenge to you, and he knew you never backed down from challenges. He had witnessed more than once the competitions that you and his best friend would get into. From how fast someone could eat or drink something, to dance competitions, you two were truly made for one another. He knew in another part of the house that Oikawa was making moves on his sweet girlfriend, and somehow that excited him a bit more than intended.
“You think I can’t make any cups? Or are you scared I’ll make more than you Hajime?” Your tone went from it’s typical sweet and honey to something closer to venom and cut glass. The look in your eyes telling him that this would be to see who could sink more cups for your team.
As you waited for the current game to finish, you could tell that Iwa was sticking close to you. He knew how Oikawa didn’t want others to try and hit on you, so in your mind it was him honoring your relationship with his best friend. Him leaning his arm on the wall behind you didn’t set off any alarms, and your brain was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol the more you drank.
Once the game finished, Iwa spoke up how it would be you two versus whoever wanted to play. The winners of the previous game stepped up to the other end, wanting to see how you both played. It wasn’t that you had never played beer pong before, but typically you ended up just watching instead. Although you knew the rules that they played by. It wasn’t that getting the bitch cup first came with consequences, but you got ridiculed for the rest of the game by not only your teammate, but the other team and crowd as well.
Once it was decided who would go first, Iwa nudged you and handed you the ball. “Ladies first, just don’t put it in the bitch cup doll.” You could feel the sarcasm drip from his words, he wanted to see if you would make it in the center cup first. He stepped to the side to let you throw, and to his amazement, you didn’t get the bitch cup, but the one to the left. “Looks like our little honor student has an arm.”
He took your place and landed a cup in the back row. Somehow you both made a good team. Managing to get the bitch cup in the second round of throws. As you went on, you realized you finished your drink. Another brother from the frat offered to get you a new drink since you were busy with your game. Thanking him as you took the drink and took a sip before turning back to your game. Your team had one more cup to sink while the other team had three left.
It didn’t take long for you and Iwaizumi to both sink the last cup, a cheer coming from you both before moving away from the room and giving thanks for the game. The alcohol was making your vision start to blur a bit, causing you to try and find something to steady yourself on. Iwa’s arm wrapped around your waist to steady yourself against him.
“You good doll?” He raised an eyebrow and feigned concern. Of course you weren’t alright, you were four and a half drinks in and just played a game of beer pong. At this point you wanted to either sit down or lay down.
The grip Iwa had on your waist was firm, ensuring that you weren’t going anywhere if he was beside you. “Yeah, ‘m good, just need to sit down is all.” you gave a soft smile up at him before looking towards an empty couch. Following your gaze, Iwa started to move you both towards it, holding you against the front of him so he didn’t lose track of you nor have you fall over. Pulling you down beside him as he sat down, his arm still securely around you.
“Just need a break to let your body catch up?”
“Yeah… I think I drank a bit too quickly so I just need to sit down for about ten minutes.”
“Whatever works for you doll.”
You sat in a semi comfortable silence for about fifteen minutes, the noise from the party ringing in your ears as you slowly drank your fifth drink. Eventually the music changed to one of your favorite songs, and you wanted to go dance, but that meant convincing Iwa to loosen his grip on you.
“Hajime… I wanna go dance, come join me.” You turned to him with a pout, before you felt him loosen his grip and wait for you to start getting up. You both finished your drinks by this point, but even though he drank just as much, you were much more intoxicated than he was.
As you made your way to the makeshift dance floor, you kept Iwa’s hand in yours. If your boyfriend wasn’t there with you, then at least you had Iwa to hang out with. Once you got to your destination, you turned your head to smile up at him before you began to dance, not realizing his eyes were scanning down your body as you danced.
Because you had drank so much, you almost forgot it was Iwa you were dancing with as he placed his hands on your waist to help steady you. Your brain couldn’t find the words to tell him to stop, instead you were incoherently singing the lyrics to whatever was playing. All while Iwa’s hands ever so slowly moved down from your waist to your hips, gently pulling you against him so you were now grinding on him.
“Hajime… should I really be so… close to you?” The words finally came out as you both continued dancing into the next son, his hands keeping a steady hold on you.
He took the time to lean down to bring his mouth next to your ear. “I did promise Tooru that I’d take care of you, can’t let some random stranger get so close to you.” As he finished, he brought one hand up to your cheek, forcing you to look at him. “Now, you’ll be good so I don’t get in trouble with him, right doll?”
A weak nod was all you could do, if Oikawa had asked Iwa to do this, then it must be okay. Plus, part of you was hoping that your boyfriend didn’t find you the rest of the night. Deep down you and your best friend did want to possibly trade partners for the night, and maybe this was your chance.
“You really are a good girl hmm?” Iwa placed a soft kiss to your cheek before his hand moved from your cheek to gently rest on your throat. Feeling arousal beginning to form in the lower half of your body. Not even Oikawa ever wrapped his hands around your throat, saying it wasn’t right for his ‘princess’, while Iwa casually did it like it was normal. “Now let me take good care of you for Tooru.”
Those were the last words he spoke before awaiting your answer, to which you gave a whiny ‘yes’. That was all he needed before he took his hand off your throat and started to direct you towards Oikawa’s room, since he knew that his was more than likely in use by his best friend.
He closed the door behind him, letting you stumble towards the bed before sitting and turning to him. “Isn’t this… Tooru’s room?” Your voice was quiet, but loud enough that Iwa raised an eyebrow your way.
“It is, but mine is a little occupied at the moment.” He ended up walking over calmly, his presence in the room becoming overwhelming. He was entirely in control and you were fine with it. It felt calming at the same time, letting you fall slowly into a relaxed mindset as he stopped in front of you. “I’ll continue if you want, I’m sure Tooru wouldn’t want his princess to end her night needy.”
A whine escaped your throat as you nodded, wrapping your hand around his wrist to bring him closer to you. Once he was close enough, your arm moved behind his head to crash his lips into yours. This should have felt wrong, but instead it felt right. Was your boyfriend with your best friend? Did your slight wish come true?
From there it didn’t take Iwa long before one of his hands landed on your hip while the other gripped the back of your head, a fistful of your hair in his hand. He made an experimental tug to see how you would react, and was satisfied by the whine you made against his mouth. You could feel his smirk as he continued kissing you, making another tug on your hair so he could gain access to your mouth. Slipping his tongue in before pulling you down to lay on the bed. His other hand was free to settle on your hip while the hand that held your hair remained where it was, keeping you pressed against his lips.
As his hand slipped under your shirt, you felt a shiver up your spine. His hand was cool against your skin, and as he slowly traced patterns up your side, a soft moan escaped. Pulling away briefly, Iwa’s eyes looked blown out with lust, catching his breath. “Does Tooru’s princess like their hair pulled? Hmm? Does he even know this?”
“N-no, he doesn’t…” your face felt hot. Tooru never thought to treat you like this, to him you were his princess. He treated you like glass. That doesn’t mean he had never been rough with other women, but he never was with you. The way Iwa had treated you in such a short time had your head spinning. “But… please don’t stop Hajime…”
“Do you want me to be rough with you? Leave all kinds of marks for Tooru to find?” He left soft kisses along your jaw, his voice low and demanding. Even if there was no threat made, the idea of leaving his questions unanswered was not an answer with this tone.
“Yes please… Be rough and mark me up.” It came out breathless as his hand continued to trail up your side before reaching your bra. “Want Tooru to see what I like.”
“Such a dirty girl, aren’t you?” His hand moved to your back, looking for the clasp of your bra. “Imagine if he heard his princess asking for his best friend to be rough.” It took a few tries since you were both intoxicated, but eventually your bra came undone.
Leaving open mouth kisses along your jaw and neck, Iwaizumi started to slowly lift your shirt up, his hand letting go of the hold he had on your hair. You lifted yourself just enough to help him lift your shirt over your head, and slid your bra off before bringing him back into a deep kiss. You felt one of his hands move to grope your now exposed breast as you whined in his mouth. Rolling a nipple between two of his fingers.
“H-hajime… please.” You pulled away for breath, your words coming out breathless. A soft moan escaping your mouth.
You knew this was technically wrong, begging your boyfriends best friend to fuck you and be rough with you. That thought left your mind once you felt Iwa’s lips against your neck, and while you might regret it the next morning, maybe this would get Tooru to stop treating you like you were glass.
You’re sure Tooru wouldn’t mind it if he was fucking your best friend, but maybe next time all four of you can join.
submission for:@cirigiri’sThe DILF ListCollab(DILF #17 — the friend’s husband)AND for iwaizumi’s birthday on the 10th of june.also,this is part 1,part 2 is coming out on the 21st,andpart 3 during kinktober <3
summary:while hajime iwaizumi is a highly successful athletic trainer, his marriage is in disarray. his wife ended up cheating on him even after having a son, kaito iwaizumi, when she went on a business trip to argentina; with his best buddy, tooru oikawa, of all people. he wasn’t the only one who had been duped, though. so were you, tooru oikawa’s wife, and with a daughter, melina jose oikawa. you remembered your pent-up sentiments for hajime while comforting each other, andthings start to take a spicy turn.|visual inspiration:this artwork by @/novak.rouge on instagram (@beware-of-the-rogue the way you and ella have spoiled me xD)and serena mendoza is inspired by serena van der woodsen from gossip girl(yes i love that show gtfo my case lol /j/lh)
brainstorming:@mxonigirimiya (this wouldn’t have been possible without you so thank you so so much *sobs* <33)
content warnings:hq timeskip spoilers, themes of infidelity, suggestive tones, angst, hurt/comfort, usage of swear words (this is so not me lol, i just had a rough couple of days, and this is me venting lol), serena’s called a bitch, paparazzi, mentions of body insecurity/dysmorphia (but not reader), the reader having symptoms of depression including having trouble with eating, mentions of consumption of alcohol, sexual tension, slightly dubcon (if you squint at the end) ‘cause iwaizumi’s speaking in a slurred voice,please lmk if i miss out on any tags
a/n:this took me a lot of while to come up with this lol, because it’s writing about my kinnie in a bad light, but it’s only for the sake of the plot y'all.but i honestly loved writing this, i’d been in a bad mood off late and i needed to vent out. also, please note that i don’t ever condone cheating. as always, likes, comments & reblogs, especially reblogs are appreciated.also, minors please dni, i will block you.
