Kaybitch☆

ʚ the birthday that felt like home ɞ

pairing. hajime iwaizumi x f!reader

iwaizumi never made a big deal out of his birthday.

even growing up, it was always simple. a cake from his parents, a loud call from oikawa that usually turned into an argument within five minutes, and maybe dinner somewhere decent if he wasn’t too busy with practice.

so when he wakes up that morning to the feeling of your fingers brushing through his hair, he assumes it’ll be another normal day.

his eyes crack open slowly.

18+ Osamu Miya has been fucking you for hours, and this man is still rock hard and greedy.

cw: overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, oral sex, messy sex, dirty talk, loud sex, mild dominance, consensual rough sex.

note: PRAISING YES PLS!!!!!!!

The room was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the air heavy and humid from how long you two had been at it. Osamu Miya had you pinned beneath him on the bed, his dark hair clung to his forehead, damp with effort, and his gray eyes were locked on your face like he was memorizing every twitch and gasp you made. Your legs were trembling uncontrollably around his waist, muscles burning from being spread so wide for so long. You’d lost count of how many times he’d made you cum—three? Four? Five?—but your body was a slick, oversensitive mess, pussy swollen and dripping around his thick cock as he kept thrusting deep and steady.

“Fuck, look at ya,” Osamu groaned, voice low and rough, a smirk tugging at his lips as he glanced down between your bodies. “Makin’ such a mess all over me. Soakin’ my cock, the sheets… yer drippin’ everywhere, baby.”

He punctuated the words with a particularly deep thrust, the wet, sloppy sound of your pussy taking every inch of him echoing obscenely through the room. You cried out, a high-pitched whine that broke into a moan as pleasure punched through your exhausted body again. Your walls fluttered and clenched around him, another orgasm threatening even though you felt wrecked.

“Samu—ahh—too much,” you whimpered, but your hips still rolled up to meet him, greedy despite the shaking in your thighs.

He chuckled darkly, leaning down so his chest pressed against your breasts, lips brushing your ear. “Yeah? But yer still takin’ me so well. Been fuckin’ this pretty pussy fer ages and yer still squeezin’ me like ya want more.” His breath was hot against your skin. “Want me to clean it off ya?”

You nodded frantically, barely able to form words. “Please… yes…”

Osamu let out a soft, amused laugh. He pushed his hair back from his face with one hand, the motion flexing the muscles in his arm, then slowly pulled out of you with a lewd, wet pop. You whimpered at the sudden emptiness, your pussy clenching around nothing. He slid down the bed, dropping to his knees on the floor and yanking your hips to the edge with a firm grip on your thighs. He spread you open wider, staring hungrily at your glistening, puffy folds.

“So messy,” he murmured, almost reverent, before diving in.

His tongue dragged through your soaked slit in one long, firm stroke, collecting your combined juices. You yelped sharply at the intense sensation on your oversensitive clit, back arching off the bed. Osamu’s hands tightened on your thighs, fingers digging in hard as he held you in place.

“Shh, baby,” he mumbled against your pussy, the vibration making you jolt. “I’m just cleanin’ ya up like ya wanted. Such a messy girl fer me… lettin’ me fuck ya this long and still creamin’ all over everything.” He sucked your clit into his mouth, tongue flicking rapidly, then lapped lower to push inside you, drinking down every drop. The wet, filthy sounds of his mouth working you over filled the room—obscene slurps and swallows mixed with your broken whimpers and moans.

Every little touch sent sparks shooting up your spine. You tried to squirm, but he held you firm, devouring you like he was starving. “Osamu—fuck—your mouth… ahhn!” Your hands flew to his hair, tugging as another wave of pleasure crashed over you, smaller but no less intense after so many before.

He groaned into you, the sound vibrating through your core. After several long, thorough minutes of sucking and licking you clean, he finally pulled back. His face was shiny and wet, lips swollen and glistening with your arousal. He wiped it off casually with the back of his hand, licking his lips afterward with a satisfied hum.

“C’mon, pretty girl,” he said, voice husky as he stood up, stroking his still-hard cock slowly. It glistened with your juices. “Think ya can handle one more?”

You nodded, eyes fluttering shut as you braced for it, body already buzzing in anticipation.

A gentle but firm hand gripped your chin, tilting your face up. “Eyes on me,” Osamu commanded softly. “Want ya watchin’ when I fill ya up again.”

You obeyed, locking gazes with him. He positioned himself at your entrance and pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch. The stretch was delicious even after everything, your walls fluttering around him as he sank deeper. You both moaned in unison—his low and guttural, yours high and needy.

“Shit… how is yer pussy still this tight?” Osamu groaned, eyes half-lidded as he bottomed out, hips flush against yours. “Fuckkkkk, yeah baby… that feels so good.”

He started moving, building up a steady rhythm that quickly turned punishing. His hips snapped forward, the wet slap of skin on skin loud and rhythmic. Every thrust dragged against that perfect spot inside you, making you see stars behind your eyelids. Your legs shook violently around him, toes curling as pleasure overwhelmed you again.

“Osamu—oh fuck—right there,” you gasped, nails digging into his shoulders.

His moans grew louder, unrestrained groans spilling from his throat with every deep plunge. “Fuck, ya feel incredible… takin’ me so deep… gonna make ya cum again, yeah? Want ya creamin’ on my cock one more time.”

The sounds he was making were getting dangerously loud—raw, animalistic grunts and long, filthy moans that echoed off the walls. Between desperate thrusts, you managed to whimper out a warning, voice hoarse.

“Samu—someone’s gonna hear you—ahh—fuck, quieter—”

He smirked down at you, not slowing down even a little. Instead, he leaned closer, pounding harder as if daring anyone to listen. “Let ‘em hear,” he growled, voice breaking into another groan as your pussy clenched around him. “Let ‘em know how good I’m fuckin’ ya. How many times I’ve made this pretty pussy cum tonight.”

One of his hands slid down to rub tight circles on your clit, and that was it. Your orgasm hit hard, ripping through your exhausted body like lightning. You cried out, back bowing, walls pulsing and gushing around his cock. Osamu cursed loudly, hips stuttering as he chased his own release, burying himself deep and grinding against you while you milked him.

“Fuck—yes, just like that—good girl,” he panted, riding out your climax with shallow thrusts before finally stilling, spilling hot inside you with a long, satisfied groan.

He collapsed over you carefully, both of you breathing hard, bodies slick and trembling. Osamu pressed lazy kisses to your neck, murmuring softly, “You did so good for me, baby. So fuckin’ perfect.” His hand stroked soothingly over your shaking thighs as you both came down.