#alba writes

You must not have realised he's just returned from a deployment tonight, because he hears you stumble through the living room, giggling. He hears a male voice, and he hears the way your giggles turn into moans when the mystery man kisses you.

Now he's listening to the bed creaking and your muffled whimpers.

The bloke barely lasts 10 minutes.

Simon can't sleep for the rest of the night. His back is acting up, and a migraine is definitely on its way, and his tinnitus seems worse than usual.

He listens to your quiet voices in the morning, listens to the front door open and close again.

Your feet padding across the floor.

Three knocks.

"Si?"

You peek your head in, and he looks at you.

"Hi," you say, a smile growing on your lips. "I didn't realise you were home."

"I figured," he replies, and you instantly become flustered, your eyes widening.

"Oh my god," you say, your mind catching up. He can tell the way embarrassment washes over you as you groan, putting your hand over your eyes. "Please tell me you didn't hear anything."

When he doesn't reply, you sigh loudly before stepping into his room and plopping onto his bed. Years of living together has made you overly familiar with him. He doesn't have the heart to correct it.

He doesn't want to.

"Please pretend it didn't happen," you ask, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

Simon looks back at you. There's a hickey on your neck, one that makes his molars hurt. He doesn't like that someone got to have you like that, in the way he so desperately wants. Got to sink their teeth in what's rightfully his.

"You're a grown woman," he states. "You can do whatever you want."

"Yeah, but I didn't mean for you to hear it!"

You push off the bed, but Simon is quick to grab your arm, pulling you back down. You land nearly on top of him with an "oomf", blinking at him, eyes filled with confusion.

"Was it good?"

"What?"

Your mind seems to struggle to catch up with what's happening, and you open your mouth before closing it again. Simon motions to the hickey on your neck. He wraps his hands around your throat, his thumb digging into the purple mark. Your mouth falls open.

"Was he at least a good shag?"

You flush, but you don't pull away this time.

"Did you even come?" he asks, and the way you pout tells him everything he needs to know.

"No," you say hesitantly.

"Why not?"

"I don't know," you say, hiding your face in his duvet. He lets go of your throat, patting your head instead. "His dick was big, but he didn't really know what to do with it."

Your voice is slightly muffled from the duvet, and your grip is tight around the fabric. You're clearly embarrassed. If anyone should be embarrassed, it's the bloke who failed to make you finish.

Simon feels lightheaded with the way his blood rushes south. He feels himself chub, and he imagines how you'd work to take his cock, how you'd struggle to adjust. How he'd target your sweet spot till you're crying.

"I bet," he says, grabbing you again so he can pull you on top of him. He knows you're feeling his erection, but he can't bring himself to care. "Most guys barely know what to do with pretty things like you."

"What, as if you know better?"

You're teasing him, but to Simon it's all the invitation he needs. He slips his hand underneath the waistband of your shorts, grinning when he finds you wet already. He doesn't waste time, gathering your slick before bullying two fingers into your soft pussy.

He groans at the way your walls give for him, adjusting with ease. Your pretty doe eyes go wide when he curls his fingers and finds your gspot, reaching deeper than you could ever hope to with your own fingers.

"Si," you whimper, clinging to him. He hums as he thrusts his fingers into you, revelling in the sound of your wet cunt filling the room.

You come embarrassingly quick, warmth curling in your stomach as you finish with a drawn-out moan. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you grind your hips erratically into his hands, drawing out your high. Pleasure curls through you from your core all the way to your toes.

"Good girl," Simon drawls, watching the way you twitch. He pulls his fingers out of your warm pussy, licking his fingers clean before patting your arse.

You blink sleepily at him. Post orgasm glow makes your brain foggy, especially with the way your roommate is looking at you, licking his lips hungrily.

"That was a way better shag than him," you say, giggling, but your eyes are droopy. You don't hear his response as you rest your head on his chest, drifting away.

You start to avoid him.

Something Simon finds incredibly annoying.

You're fussing. Definitely ruminating. Possibly spiralling.

He should've kept his cool, and not immediately finger fucked you into oblivion the second he got home. But the fact that you were with another man, just behind that thin wall between your rooms, made him lose his cool.

And now he's paying for it.

It's fair for you to hook up with others. He's barely home. He's not your boyfriend, he's your roommate. He's a soldier.

He's starting to realise he can't keep a clear head when he's with you. He doesn't want to wait. The long game isn't worth much when it comes to pretty girls like you. He'd rather just get it over with and make you realise you're stuck with him. That you're done with quick disappointing fucks once he gets to sink his teeth into you.

He goes to the pub with Soap and Gaz. It's rare for all three of them to be home at the same time, and Soap and Gaz are taking advantage, downing pints and talking away. Simon mostly listens, until his mind wanders to you.

His pretty bird, all alone at home.

He gets up without saying anything, adjusting his crotch that's already chubbing. Soap hollers after him, but he dismisses him with a wave.

He doesn't quite want to share you. Not even with Soap.

Wearing his T-shirt to bed is a particularly cruel move on your end. Simon has to bite back a groan as he climbs over your sleeping body, straddling you from behind. He grinds his dick against your panty-clad arse while he leans over you.

You're sleeping, blissfully unaware. It makes him harder, as he takes out his dick, rubbing it between your arse cheeks. You quietly moan, subconsciously pushing back against him.

He slips his cock into your panties, using your thighs to stroke him. His cockhead pokes at your clit, and he feels you start to grow wetter with each push and pull of his hips.

You let out a tiny moan in your sleep, and Simon grunts as he leans over you, trapping you underneath his weight. He licks and bites at your throat, right where the hickey is starting to fade. He wants to erase it, make you forget there's ever been anyone other than him.

You wake with a jolt when he bites down particularly hard, and he feels you tense up beneath him as your mind catches up to what's happening. You scramble, but he's pressed up so close behind you that you're immobile.

"Jus' me, love," he murmurs, and you whine, attempting to look over your shoulder. He feels you relax, but then he starts to fuck your thighs again, and you tense again, gasping at the feeling of his cock nudging your clit.

"Si?" you ask, confusion and fogginess from your sleep making you struggle to realise what's happening.

"You were wearin' my shirt, doe," he says, kissing behind your ear. He slips one of his big hands underneath your shirt, cupping your tit and squeezing till you moan. "Couldn't help myself."

"Why didn't you, ah, wake me?" you whine, arching up into him so desperately it makes him dizzy.

In a quick motion, he flips you so he can see your face. Your pretty face is puffy, your lips all pouty as you sleepily blink up at him. He slips his cock into your knickers again, watching the light fabric darken with his precum.

"Didn't wanna interrupt your beauty sleep."

That makes you scoff, and he slaps your tit in response, making you gasp in surprise. Before you can tell him off, his cock catches your entrance, head popping inside your tight cunt, and you let out a strangled moan as you squeeze down on him.

"It's too big, Si," you whine, starting to back up, but he grabs your hip tightly, pulling you back onto his cock. He presses another inch inside you, brows furrowing at just how damn snug you are. He presses soothing circles into your clit with his thumb.

"You can take it," he says, nodding at you while you shake your head. "You're a big girl."

A pitiful whimper leaves you when he presses in yet another inch, and his eyes roll back at how warm you are inside.

You're rendered speechless as he slowly pulls in and out, making you take inch after inch. It stings, but pain mixes deliciously with pleasure as he thumbs your clit and licks and kisses your throat.

"How much more?" you ask, staring at your ceiling with knitted brows. The man on top of you rumbles as he kisses your lips, licking into your mouth.

"Halfway," he replies, and your eyes widen, because he's already splitting you in two. You look down to where you're connected, and a rush of arousal hits youwhen you see how his fat cock is practically bullying your poor pussy.

Simon must feel you clench, because he laughs.

"You're doing good, baby," he says, and your concerned eyes find his, looking for reassurance.

"Yeah?"

"Uh-huh," he replies. Taking pity on you, he starts to fuck you like that, with only half of his cock. "My pretty baby,"

It's almost an art form. That he can fuck with half his inches and still have you writhing underneath him, whimpering each time his cock hits your sweet spot. Your cunt drools around his length, allowing him to slowly push further and further in, till you're taking him to the hilt without even realising. Too busy with your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Your orgasm creeps in on you, sweeping you underneath the waves of pleasure as you choke on air. Your cunt nearly squeezes the life out of him, and he leans over you, reminding you to breathe through it as you choke on a sob. You cling to him, digging your nails into his biceps, as he slowly fucks you through it till you're boneless beneath him.

Your eyes slip closed as sleep overtakes you again. It makes him groan, getting impossibly harder as he thrusts into you the last few times before spilling into your welcoming cunt.

He flips you around so you're on top of him, your poor pussy still stuffed with his cock and cum. Content, he gets the best sleep he has in years, despite the flare-up in his hip.

He doesn't know how long he's out for, but he wakes to the sweet sound of your moans. You're straddling him, bouncing on his cock with all your might. It must be hard on you, sweet thing. You're doing so well, though, despite your pinched brows. He traces his hand over your stomach, trying to feel himself in there.

You jolt when you realise he's awake, and a giggle escapes you.

"Good mornin', love," he rasps, and you lean down to kiss him. He grabs your hips, helping you ride him.

"Hi, Si," you say, pressing your lips to his. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah," he murmurs, licking into your mouth. "Don't mind being woken like this, though," he adds.

Your cunt clenches around his length, and he grunts.

"You're gonna make me come like that," he says, and you moan into his mouth.

"Want it," you gasp, raking your nails over his scalp. "Inside,"

You don't have to tell him twice. He rubs your clit in messy circles, pulling you over the edge with him as he spills into you for the second time, pumping you full. You whine, swallowing his moans with your sweet kisses, as both of you grow sensitive.

When you pull off him, it's with a wet pop, cum spilling out of you. Simon watches the sight, satisfied with his claim.

What a perfect roommate he has.

hi i started writing this last night but i fell asleep halfway through (ironic) so here you have it. i only edited it like two times so if you find any mistakes ignore itttt …. 🫪

"You know," you say, grin turning wicked. Iwaizumi rakes his brain, trying to figure out what you're talking about. He runs through the things you talked about, Mattsun and the funeral home, Makki being unemployed and broke, Oikawa's game last week, something about your shitty ex-boyfriend—

Oh.

The new girl Mattsun has been hooking up with.

"Cock warming," you say, giggling. Like you're reading his mind, realising exactly what he's thinking right now. He knows you saw. Saw the way his cheeks grew flushed at the conversation. Saw the way he avoided eye contact, while Makki was too distracted with teasing Mattsun.

"There's no way it can be that good," he'd said. Mattsun had leaned back against the couch and smiled lazily, the way he always does, the way Iwaizumi knows makes girls fawn over him.

Iwaizumi hadn't added anything to the conversation, hoping to stay clear of any suspicion. Apparently, that wasn't enough, because when he'd looked at you, you were already looking back. Smiling, in that way that meant your mind was going a thousand miles per hour. Planning. Scheming.

Your tiny tank top slipping off your shoulder all the while.

"Hajiii," you sing-song. His eyes dart towards his bedroom, hoping to escape, and you notice, your eyes narrowing at him. "C'mere,"

You pat the spot next to you on the couch as you sit up. He obliges, because what else can he do? When you're sitting there, hair slightly dishevelled from when Makki ruffled it on his way out, looking so, so sweet.

"Wanna try it?"

Your voice is syrupy sweet, dripping honey and temptation. You're halfway crawling into his lap, one of your hands placed on his thigh. Iwaizumi swallows.

"We shouldn't," he says, and it makes you pout, pushing further. You lean in, and he can smell your perfume now, something sweet and flowery.

You're always flirting with him, but this. This is something different, something heavier. There's no deniable plausibility here, no light teasing.

Iwaizumi will admit that he's always secretly basked in the affection you'd reward him. He's used to girls fawning over Oikawa, or making out with Mattsun at parties, or going on dates with Makki. But you. You've always danced around him, making him feel special. Lightheaded.

"Hajime," you pout, drawing him out of his thoughts. "Why not?"

He swallows again, throat feeling dry. Why not?

You're fully straddling him now, sinking into his lap.

Why not?

Wrapping your arms around your neck, you're looking down at him, still smiling.

"Have you ever tried it?" you whisper, while you play with the hairs at the back of his neck. Poor Iwaizumi has to hold back a groan as he closes his eyes.

"No."

"Do you wanna?"

You know you're being bold. But you've been holding back for so long. Who can blame you for finally breaking when you've been watching him squirm around all night?

"It could be fun. We could put on a movie or something," you say, and you grind your hips into his experimentally. Your grin widens when you feel that he's already half hard. His hands fly to your hips, holding you still as he takes a deep breath.

You can see the turmoil in his brown eyes, feel the storm rising in him.

"Okay," he says, releasing your hips.

The look on your face is victorious, and you move your hands down, squeezing his shoulders in excitement.

"I pick the movie," he manages to bite out, and you nod eagerly, hands flying down to the waistband of his shorts.

"Sure, Haji, whatever you want," you murmur, focused on the new objective at hand. Iwaizumi grabs your hands, placing them behind your back. You look down at him, frowning. Finally gaining some footing, Iwaizumi tuts at you, shaking his head.

"Let me pick a movie first," he murmurs. He keeps your hands where they are, with one big hand on your wrists, while he leans over you, grabbing the TV remote off the coffee table. He leans back on the couch again, casually opening Netflix. You stare, dumbly, waiting for the next instruction.

The thing you've always liked about Iwaizumi is that he doesn't let you get away with any of your antics. With Oikawa, it's a constant game of who'll back down first, of who can get away with the most. Mattsun is largely unaffected apart from the times when he'll tag along to help you torment the others. Makki is so easy to tease that it's not even funny.

When it comes to Iwaizumi, he's steady. It's always annoyed you a bit. When he's with Oikawa, it's like it's second nature for him to get riled up. But as soon as it comes to you, he's like a rock. He never lets your antics reach him. Not even the outrageous sleep sets you'll wear or the innocent cuddling when you're having sleepovers.

It's fun.

But now that he's finally given in, you don't know what to do.

"Go grab your blanket," Iwaizumi murmurs into your ear. It takes a few seconds before you spring into action, shuffling towards your bedroom. You quickly grab it, before checking yourself in your mirror before you head back to the living room.

Your face feels hot, and you fix your hair.

This is Hajime. Your Hajime. The guy you've known since you were fifteen, the guy who used to buy you sodas from the vending machine before class and save you from Oikawa's relentless teasing all the time. The guy you moved in with three years ago when you moved to Tokyo.

Because it's cheaper. And easier. And it's nice to have a friend in the apartment, to rant to and cook dinner with.

The guy you've been flirting with for as long as you can remember. Under the guise that it's friendly. And fun. And that there's definitely nothing more to it.

"Did you fall in there?"

"No!"

You pad back into the living room, blanket wrapped around you. Iwaizumi has already picked a movie. You think it's a comedy, judging by the look of it. He raises a brow at you, and you smile as you make your way back to the couch.

"Hi," you say, and he smiles back, patting his thigh.

"C'mere," he says, echoing your own words from earlier, and you oblige instantly, this time settling with your back against his chest. He lets you get comfortable, and you pull the blanket over you. The movie is already starting, but you're not paying attention.

Not when Iwaizumi smells so good.

"Why are you so nervous all of a sudden?" he asks, and one of his hands finds your hip underneath the blanket, making soothing circles with his thumb.

"I'm not nervous," you protest, and you feel him chuckle beneath you, clearly not believing you.

"Right."

A beat.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to."

He's giving you an out. A last chance to take it back, to not change your friendship into whatever this is. But even then, you know this has been a long time coming. You'd be an idiot to try to stop it.

"No, I want to," you say.

"We can just watch the movie."

"Hajime."

There's a warning in your tone, telling him not to worry anymore. You feel him relaxing, finally, and he grunts, settling into the couch at last. His hand not on your hip roams your side, before he settles on your tit, squeezing your soft skin.

"Okay, baby."

He flicks your nipple through the fabric of your top, and you gasp, squirming. You feel the bulge beneath your ass, and it makes you a little dizzy to know you have this effect on him.

You try to focus on the movie. A girl is screaming at her roommate, throwing things at her. There's a weird-looking dog. Iwaizumi's hand on your hip dips underneath the waistband of your shorts.

"Proper stretching is important," he says, cupping your pussy over your panties. "To prevent injury."

It makes you giggle, the way he speaks like you're one of his athletes. He keeps playing with your nipple while he thumbs your clit with his other hand, applying dull stimulation. You gasp softly, spreading your legs to give him more access.

You don't need to look behind you to know he's smiling. Especially when he dips his fingers into your underwear, stroking your folds and finding you soaking already. He spreads your arousal over your folds, still not giving you any real relief.

The roommates are in their principal's office. She's telling some other story, something about a real nightmare roomie.

"Did you seriously pick a movie about bad roommates?" you ask, and Iwaizumi presses his lips to your throat, planting a wet kiss there.

"It seemed appropriate."

"Excuse me, I am not a bad room— Oh,"

You're interrupted when he presses a finger inside you, testing the waters. When you melt into his embrace, he adds another finger, slowly working you open. It's easy when you're already so aroused, feeling like you've been ready ever since you saw his reaction to your friends discussing cock warming hours ago.

"You sure?"

"Uh-huh," you answer, too distracted to form proper words. He curls his fingers, and your mouth falls open in a quiet moan.

"Not even when you wear these shirts," He pulls your shirt down, as if making a point, exposing your tits to the cold air of your living room. "Constantly one bad move away from flashing me?"

"I'd say that's just philanthropy,"

He laughs, surprised. Moving your hair to the side, he kisses your throat again.

The main character in the movie is at a summer camp now. Desperately trying to make friends and failing.

Iwaizumi adds a third finger, and you squirm, getting used to the pressure. He palms your clit to help you, and you bite your lip. Even through your shorts and the blanket, you can hear the sounds of how wet you are, as he keeps a steady pace.

"Hajime," you gasp, feeling your orgasm already building. Iwaizumi seems to feel it too, with the way your warm walls flutter around his fingers. He removes his fingers from your pussy, bringing them to his mouth and tasting. He hums at the taste.

You watch over your shoulder, mouth agape. He grins, though his cheeks are flushed, betraying his otherwise calm demeanour. He plays with the waistband of your shorts.

"Take these off."

With his help, you shimmy off both your shorts and underwear, leaving you wearing nothing but a tank top and your fuzzy socks. Iwaizumi guides you forward with a hand on your back, so he can pull his cock out of his pants with the other.

You go to look over your shoulder, wanting to see, but he grabs your chin and points you towards the TV instead. The girl in the movie has made a friend now, and they're rooming together.

You hear the slick sounds of him stroking his cock, and then he taps your ass. With a pout, you straddle his legs properly and sit up so he can position himself at your entrance.

He slowly guides you back on his cock, and you whine at the stretch, still watching the movie, despite being unsure what the plot even is. The girl is angry because her roomie is messy, you're pretty sure. Your vision swims, and you find it hard to focus on anything at all.

"Ease up, baby," Iwaizumi bites out, and you try your best to relax as you sink down further.

Iwaizumi is big. Big and thick, and when your ass finally meets the back of his thighs again, it feels like he's in your throat. He makes you lean back, and you whimper, squeezing your eyes shut. He holds you tight by your hips, keeping your squirming to a minimum as you get used to the intrusion.

Finally, you feel like your pussy is getting used to the fullness, and you relax slightly, leaning entirely on his chest. He rubs soothing circles in your hips, resting his head on your shoulder.

"Good girl,"

He laughs when you clench, as he wraps his arms around you. You feel dizzy, warm all over. A light sweat is starting to form on your forehead, and you grip his arm.

The girls in the movie are at a party, all of them wearing a white top and a pair of jeans. Iwaizumi laughs into your ear, deep and warm.

"They look just like one of Mattsun's girlfriends," he states, and you slap his arm.

"Don't talk about Mattsun's girls when your dick is inside of me," you bite back, and he presses down on your stomach in response, making you moan out.

"You have Mattsun's girl to thank for this, don't you?" he teases, and you roll your eyes. When you don't say anything back, he hums, and you both settle into a comfortable silence.

It lasts about five minutes.

The main character is talking a guy, who you think might be her love interest, in a kitchen.

You can't focus.

It's too hard. It feels like all of your nerve endings are on fire, your pussy growing more and more sensitive with each agonising minute that passes.

You want him to move. To fuck you.

Iwaizumi has the patience of a saint. Maybe it's from the years of diligent volleyball practice every day after school, maybe it's from constantly keeping your three other best friends behaviour in check.

Whatever it is, it's certainly going to be your downfall.

He keeps you still in his lap, the only torturous friction you get being when he laughs at the movie. The movie that's really not that funny.

"Haji," you ask, with trembling lips.

When he doesn't reply, you squirm. That makes him take a deep breath, and he squeezes you in warning when you clench down on him.

"It's too much," you complain. Your mind is swimming, eyes going glassy. The only thing you can think about is getting fucked.

Preferably hard.

"You're being so good," he replies. He rocks into you slightly, making you whine. "You can keep being nice for me, right?"

"No," you say, shaking your head.

"This was your idea." Iwaizumi chuckles. His breath feels hot on your throat, only making your mind even fuzzier.

"I changed my mind."

"We can stop if you want to."

The hands on your hips start to push you away.

"No, please, no, no, no,—" you panic, digging your hands into his thighs as you lean back in his lap. The slight friction makes you moan, squeezing your eyes shut.

"But you changed your mind?" he asks. His voice is teasing, but there's a slight strain there.

Looking over your shoulder, you meet his gaze, batting your eyelashes the way that always works with Makki when you want to steal his snacks. Iwaizumi smiles, taking in the pout on your lips, the pretty way your brows furrow.

You look so cute.

So cute, he wants to squeeze you.

"Hajime,"

There's a lilt to your voice, a saccharine sweetness. The one Iwaizumi has always had a weakness for, even if you don't notice it yourself.

"Yeah?" he breathes. He nods, and you nod along, mirroring him.

"We could do something else instead," you say. He feels you clench down again. Your pussy is so hot and wet, it makes him groan. He thinks he'd do anything you asked of him right now.

The movie is long forgotten now. You're unsure if the roommates are still even friends at this point.

"What do you wanna do?" he asks, and when you lean down to kiss him, he moans, leaning into the kiss. He grabs your chin, angling you so he can kiss you better, moaning into your mouth.

The angle is slightly uncomfortable, and you pull away with a pout, like it's somehow Iwaizumi's fault. He groans, head falling back, when you sit up, his cock leaving your warmth with a slick sound.

You turn around so you're facing him, promptly sitting down in his lap again. It makes you both moan again when he reenters your slick heat. You run your fingers through his hair, tugging on the short locks.

"How are you gonna watch the movie now?" Iwaizumi smiles, taking you in. He must admit, it's better this way. When he can see your every expression, the way you're panting slightly. His gaze drops down to where you're connected. The sight makes his jaw slack, and he can't help but bring his thumb down to your clit, circling the bud slowly.

"I'm watching something more fun."

Your voice is whiny, but you're smiling. You grind your hips into his hand, and he feels you clench when the tip of his cock hits somewhere deep inside you.

"Is that so?"

"You're very handsome, Hajime,"

"That might be the nicest thing you've ever said to me," Iwaizumi says, breathless. You're gathering speed now, but you're still just grinding against him. It's a sweet kinda torture, the way he can feel your pussy pulsing around him, yet you're barely moving.

"That's not true," you object. You kiss him again, only a peck, letting him chase you. "I tell you nice things all the time."

"You question my patience all the time," he responds. He tangles his hand in your hair, holding you still as he ghosts his lips over yours. Your breaths mingle, and you moan into his mouth.

"Like right now, you mean?" you ask, and he nods, before he kisses you again. Firmly.

It's nice. It's nice to run your fingers through his hair and hear his little groans when you tuck hard enough. It's nice how warm and big his hand is on the back of your head. It's nice to feel the firm and steady pulse of his cock inside of you, lighting up all your sensitive nerve endings.

Iwaizumi is nice.

He's more than nice, but your head feels empty, unable to find another word, filled with nothing but the feeling of Iwaizumi's tongue against your own, as he kisses you silly.

"Fuck me, Haji," you whisper when he pulls away for air, and he chuckles, shaking his head.

"You're the one who wanted to change activities," he replies. "You do it,"

He leans back and pats your thighs. You glare.

"I'm the one who suggested movie night in the first place."

Iwaizumi raises a brow at you.

"Movie night?" he teases. You nod, attempting to be the picture perfect of innocence. "This is your version of movie night?"

He motions to where he's still buried inside of you. Where you're dripping, staining his joggers. Hopefully, you haven't stained the couch. Yet.

"Yes."

"Well, I picked the movie. So it's your turn to pick something now"

Something akin to determination washes over your expression. You put your hands on his chest, and slowly you start going up and down. You moan in unison, and your brow pinches as you start to ride him.

The slick sound fills your living room, and you pant, your thighs already beginning to burn. Iwaizumi notices. Because of course he does.

"Your form is—"

"Do not comment on my form," you cut him off, digging your nails into his chest.

"I was gonna tell you it's good." His eyes drop down to your tits, and the smug look on his face is worse than any comment. It only fuels your fire. You ignore the ache, doubling down as you start to ride him harder. You move your hands up, wrapping them around his neck. You don't press, just keep them there, and his jaw falls slack, eyes going lidded.

"Fuck," he says, nodding. He puts his hand over one of yours, and he moans when you press down lightly on his throat. You feel him twitch inside you, and it makes you smile.

"Haji, you gonna come, ah, just from me choking you?" you tease and, he laughs, voice soft, like he's out of breath.

"I'm gonna come from how good you look bouncing on my cock like that," he replies, without missing a beat, and the admission makes you falter. He whines when your knee slips, and before you can think, his hands are on your hips, guiding you up and down.

He does it like it's nothing, muscles tensing deliciously with each push and pull. You collapse onto his chest, moving your hands to his shoulders. He doesn't seem to take notice, too focused on the way you're clenching around his cock.

It doesn't take long for you to feel your orgasm start to build like that, not when he's hitting all the right spots, while telling you how pretty you look taking him. You barely get to warn him before it creeps up on you, making your toes curl as warm pleasure burns through you.

He moans, voice turning pitchy as he follows right after you, pulling you flush against him as he finishes inside, filling your cunt to the brim. It makes you whimper, and you rest your head on his chest. Your eyelids feel heavy as you both take a few minutes to collect yourselves. You listen to the way Iwaizumi's heartbeat slows as he comes down.

He runs his hands up and down your back, occasionally pressing into sore spots.

"You have a muscle knot here," he eventually says, pressing into a spot right between your shoulder blades. You yelp, twitching in his lap. Cum spills out from your sore pussy, dripping down his balls. "Are you doing the exercises I taught you?"

"Hajime!" you scold, getting off his lap. You grab your panties from somewhere on the floor, putting them on and stomping towards your room. Iwaizumi watches the way the insides of your thighs glisten with his cum.

"I was just asking," he says, putting his still half-hard cock back in his pants as he follows you. "Also, you should really go pee—"

"Shut up!"

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Today, you aren't. You're actually pretty annoyed because it's way too late for some random dude to be loitering around the school grounds, and after spending all evening grading papers, you just want to go home.

He turns to you, raising a brow.

"Sorry, I didn't know," he says, but he doesn't put the cigarette out. You can faintly hear the thuds of volleyballs being spiked from inside the gym, and you glance behind him. The man notices and smiles.

"Sorry. We're training."

"You're training?" you ask, unimpressed. He nods.

"Volleyball."

You raise a brow. It's no secret that the Karasuno volleyball club is not very good. You've only been working at Karasuno for two years, so you haven't ever seen the team in its glory days, but even so, you don't remember the team having a blonde-haired coach.

Surely, you would've noticed a guy like him.

The call of your name stops you, and you see Takeda appearing out of nowhere. Instantly relaxing, you smile, greeting your colleague.

"This is Coach Ukai," Takeda introduces.

You take the opportunity to look this coach Ukai up and down again, silently appreciating his broad shoulders and clearly athletic build. You're still a little annoyed, though, so you push those thoughts away.

"I thought Coach Ukai was older," you say. There's a lilt in your voice now that Takeda is here too. Ukai doesn't miss it, though the man beside him is oblivious. The instant change in your demeanour bothers him, for some reason. Why are you so icy with him when you have no problem being kind to your coworker? Takeda laughs, waving his hands in front of him.

"Oh yes, this is his grandson."

You nod, and Ukai smiles at you again, taking one final drag of his cigarette before throwing it on the ground and putting it out with his shoe. You frown at the action.

"You still can't smoke here." You stare pointedly down at the cigarette butt before you meet Ukai's gaze again. Takeda begins to apologise profusely, bowing to you. You shake your head, smiling.

"It's no worries! Now you know." You beam before you give Ukai one last look. Then you turn around, walking back towards where you were headed before you spotted the coach smoking.

God, Ukai already thinks he needs another cigarette.

Autumn comes, and much to your dismay, you don't manage to avoid flu season. You wake with a thrumming headache and your whole body hurting, and you groan into your pillow, dreading calling in sick.

You spend the morning and midday in your bed, wrapped in blankets, but eventually the hunger becomes too big to ignore. Staring into your empty fridge, you sigh loudly, wincing when another pang of pain shudders through your body.

Convenience store it is.

You don't usually frequent the convenience store that's closest to your apartment, instead opting for the one near your school since it's easier to do on your way home. Which is why you stop dead in your tracks when you enter the store, making eye contact with the blonde man standing at the register.

Ukai's eyes trail down your form. You suddenly feel self-conscious, sporting a pair of sweatpants and a baggy tee with a suspicious stain on it. You haven't done much to your hair either, and you think there might be several strands sticking in directions they usually don't.

"You done checking me out?" you ask as you begin to walk towards the cup noodle aisle. The blonde man trails after you, but he's careful to keep his distance.

"Damn, teach," he mutters, and there's a teasing edge to his tone you don't miss. "You sick or somethin?"

The banter makes you roll your eyes. You've been on greeting terms with the coach ever since your first meeting, but he has a habit of acting as if you're closer than you technically are. He's accepted that he can't smoke on school grounds, but somehow he manages to always have his smoking break right outside the school whenever you're leaving work for the day.

"What does it look like?"

You grab several bags of noodles before going towards the freezers. Ukai chuckles, still lingering while you fish out frozen soup from a freezer.

He lets you finish your shopping without anymore questions, which you're grateful for as you grab an array of snacks and somewhat-meals from the shelves.

"You need a bag for that?" he asks when you make it back to the till, and you nod, realising you forgot your reusable one at home.

He hums as he begins to bag the items for you.

"Oh, you don't have to. I can—"

"Don't push it."

His eyes flicker to yours, sharp gaze making the protests die on your tongue. You purse your lips, silently standing there while he finishes up.

"How much do I owe you?" you ask, reaching for your wallet. Ukai shakes his head, pushing the bag towards you.

"It's on the house,"

"Coach, I can't let you do that." You sigh, hesitantly staring at the bag full of snacks.

Ukai looks you over before he smiles.

"Think of it as me returning the favour."

"What?" You blink, confused as to what he's referring to. You don't remember doing him any favours.

"You let Kageyama and Ginger retake their tests earlier so they could make it to the training camp on time."

"Ginger?" You tilt your head, confused.

"Hinata."

Your nose scrunches for a beat, and Ukai finds it endlessly adorable. Even if you're sick, and your hair is a mess, and you're clearly wearing something you wouldn't normally leave the house in. He shouldn't enjoy it so much, the crack in your otherwise perfect teacher facade. But it is endearing to see you, who's always nagging at him not to smoke in front of the students, with a runny nose.

"You really shouldn't be calling the students names."

"Oh, please, carrot top doesn't care." Ukai dismisses with a grin.

You stare at him for a while. Then you smile.

"You care about them."

You smile as though you've found dirt on him, too. Ukai doesn't mind people knowing he cares about the boys. Even if he did make Kageyama and Tsukishima run laps till they could barely walk anymore just yesterday. But he lets you have it because he likes the way you look at him.

He holds out the bag for you, motioning for you to take it.

"Get out of my store before you get me sick too."

"Thanks, coach." You take the bag, winking at him. It makes him unable to retort anything smart, taken aback by your sudden… flirtations?

Is that what that was?

Ukai hasn't been with anyone recently enough to remember. All he thinks about is the store, his grandpa, bills, and volleyball. He watches you leave, eyes trailing your form.

Fuck.

A student caught cheating on their test. A parent screaming at you. The principal throwing you under the bus for something that wasn't your fault.

As if you’re not already also feeling the usual wear and tear that comes with the shorter, darker days in autumn, as well as the trees slowly going bald and the wind gaining more bite.

You're tired.

"Can I bum one?"

"What?"

Ukai is standing in his usual place, right outside the school. He looks as good as ever, wearing one of his tracksuits. His hair is pulled back by his headband, as always.

Your favourite delinquent.

"Sure, yeah," Ukai states, pulling his pack out of his pocket. "I didn't think you were a smoker."

You put the cigarette between your lips, and before you can ask for a lighter, he lights it for you. You inhale while looking at him, and he doesn’t break eye contact.

"I'm not," you eventually reply.

He stares at the cigarette in your hand. You do look good like that. In your dress shirt and skirt, smoking.

"I only smoke at parties, and with guys I find hot," you say bluntly. The tips of Ukai's ears turn a faint pink.

"You think I'm hot?" he asks. You don't reply, instead opting to take another drag as you lean up against the wall behind you.

"I'm so tired," you say, closing your eyes.

"Rough day?"

"You have no idea."

You stand in silence for a while before you glance over at him. He meets your gaze immediately.

"How's that volleyball thing going for ya?"

His grin turns wide, clearly delighted that you asked. He looks stupidly handsome like that, you think. Maybe you're not so over piercings and dyed hair or whatever you told yourself.

Not when it's on him anyway.

"It's good actually," he says. "Still a lot of work, but I see a lot of potential in them."

You nod. It's fun to watch him talk about volleyball. There's a glint in his eyes.

"Ginger's technique is… questionable. But he makes up for it with eagerness. And Kageyama's bad attitude is finally starting to melt."

You snort.

"I've always liked those two. Even though I think most of what I try to teach them goes in one ear and out another."

"They're probably thinking about volleyball." Ukai laughs, and you shake your head.

"I bet," you say. You exhale again, nearly blowing smoke in Ukai's face, and he teasingly bats it away. "As long as I manage to teach them something,"

"I'm sure you do." He replies, grinning at you.

You've reached the end of your cigarette. Ukai has too, but he's holding it between his fingers like it's still worth something. You push off the wall.

"Well, this was nice. I should get going," you say.

"I'll see you around."

He doesn't make a move to go. They're probably still training even though it's late. You've noticed Hinata sleeping in class occasionally. You don't have the heart to tell him off for it.

"Goodnight, coach." You wave at him, and he nods.

Stupidly handsome.

The walk to the school gym is as humiliating as it could be.

But it's already December, and you're concerned about a few of your students' participation in class.

You pass a few students on the way in, but they're too busy bickering to question why you're there. Something you're grateful for, since you're not sure what your answer would be.

The blonde man you're looking for is putting away the last supplies in the otherwise empty hall. Your heels are loud against the hardwood floor, catching his attention.

Ukai raises a brow.

"Shouldn't the students be doing the cleaning up?" you ask, teasingly.

He puts his hands on his hips, resembling a strict teacher. It makes you smile a little.

"I sent them home so they could get some sleep," he replies. "What brings you here, teach?"

You sigh, glancing around, taking in the volleyballs still scattered all over the court. Ukai is gathering them one by one, putting them all in a big net.

"I'm worried for a few of the third years," you reply, and Ukai nods. "They should be focusing on their finals."

"They are focusing," Ukai says, putting another ball in the net.

"On volleyball," you reply, tilting your head.

"On the Spring Tournament." Ukai retorts. He's stopped cleaning up now, instead focusing his whole attention on you. You feel warm under his gaze.

"That's not school."

"It's the nationals. For some of these kids, it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"Listen, I think it's important for the kids to have hobbies, but—"

"This is important to them." Ukai interrupts you, and you blink at him. For a second, you think of the older teachers in the break room, all talking about how kids these days don't take anything seriously enough.

Do you want to become like them?

As if Ukai can tell your inner conflict, he deflates before the corners of his mouth tilt upwards.

"Okay."

"What?" you ask, confused.

"Okay. I'll tell them. But what's in it for me?"

The air becomes charged. Different. You notice it instantly, and it makes you feel flustered.

"What do you mean?"

"What do I gain?" Ukai asks, stepping closer. He's taller than you, you notice for the first time. Quite a bit taller even when you're wearing heels.

"Huh, teach?" he says, and you have no idea what to reply.

"I don't—"

He kisses you then. Drops the volleyball in his hands so he can pull you in, and kisses you with a firm hand on your cheek, wasting no time to deepen it. You moan into his mouth, and you feel him chuckle as you cling to him.

It makes you a little dizzy, the way he licks into your mouth, exploring. Something hot curls in your stomach, and you pull him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He tastes like cigarettes and bad decisions, and it makes you relax instantly. He's a good kisser, attentive to how you like it, quickly getting the hang of it. It makes your knees weak, and you're too dumbfounded to speak when he pulls away. Ukai grins.

"I'll tell them, teach. But it's up to them what they want to do."

"Okay," you squeak, stumbling back. "Uhhh, thanks?" you say, and it comes out more like a question than you intended.

Ukai shrugs before he begins collecting more volleyballs.

"Get home safe,"

He becomes a ghost. You don't see him on his smoke breaks, despite the fact that you leave at the same time you always do. When they're at the tournament in Tokyo, you get it, but even when they return, and you know the club is training at home, you still don't see him.

In your stubbornness, you refuse to search for him. He's the one who practically threw himself at you, so shouldn't he be the one finding you?

You're not 16 anymore, so why are you pining over a guy like this?

Goddammit.

This is why you shouldn't trust blonde men, especially ones with awful dye jobs and sexy piercings.

Wait what?

So you throw yourself into grading exams and helping your students get ready for entrance exams. You pointedly ignore when your coworkers talk about how amazing it was that the volleyball club made it all the way to the Spring Tournament in Tokyo.

Towards the end of the semester, you've gone weeks without seeing him.

And then he's there.

Smoking on school property.

It's a cold and dark day in February, and he's the last person you want to see right now. Shivering, you pull your coat tighter around you, frowning at the sun that's already threatening to leave you in darkness for the rest of the day.

Your cheeks burn, despite the cold weather, when he looks up and smiles at you, tilting his head to the side.

"Hey, teach," he simply says.

"You still can't smoke here," you say, walking past him. He's quick on your heels, taking another drag.

"The students have all gone home," he says.

"It's the principle," you respond, sending him a glare. He's still smiling. You're starting to think he likes it when you're mad at him.

"Where have you been?" You ask. He raises his brows like he's surprised you didn't know. How could you possibly not when they've been the talk of the town ever since they made it to the Spring Tournament?

"What?"

"I haven't seen you in weeks," you say, embarrassed that you even have to explain this to him. "You don't just kiss people and then disappear."

"We were in Tokyo."

He looks bewildered. You cross your arms. Stupid man with stupid piercings and stupid, stupid, kissable lips.

"For a month? You pretty much ghosted me."

"I thought you knew?"

His puppy eyes won't work. He's not as innocent as he seems. He's evil, evil, evil—

He frowns, but it looks more like a pout.

"So that's it then? You just arrange your whole life around volleyball?" You ask.

"Yes?" He says, sounding unsure. The scolding glare you give him makes him hesitate. "Fuck, sorry, I mean—"

You begin to walk away from him, tired of his explanations. You aren't even dating. You shouldn't be upset. He's just a cute guy who got you snacks that one time. Nothing special.

"Wait up for a second," he calls after you, but you keep walking.

The call of your name makes you stop in your tracks. Authority seeps through his tone, making your knees weak and your mind quiet.

Did he just use the fucking coach voice on you?

You glare back at him.

"I do care a lot about volleyball," Ukai says, scratching the back of his neck. "I just kinda— I thought you'd be fine?"

You process the words, deflating. Ukai awkwardly stands there, waiting for your judgement. You should be fine. That's the problem. You should be, but you aren't.

He must really be an idiot.

It makes you scoff, more so at yourself than him, but your lips are already curling upwards, and Ukai's shoulders ease in response, his whole posture becoming calmer. You shake your head, but you're still smiling.

"You're actually the dumbest man I've ever met," you say, and he shrugs.

You begin to walk, and he watches you go.

"Are you still mad at me?"

"Ask me again tomorrow, coach."

The club your friends make you go to is three towns over. That was your only demand, given that you know some of your students have tendencies to be out and about late, and you're not interested in running into any of them off the clock.

Drunk and wearing the tiny dress your friend borrowed you.

Still, you're excited to let a little loose, dolling yourself up and wearing a pair of heels you haven't worn in months.

For the better part of the evening, it's nice.

You dance with your friends, accept drinks from a cute guy here and there. You do a round of shots, and then you dance some more. Somewhere between Rihanna and Charli XCX, you lose two friends, but you gather that they're together, so you give up on finding them.

Then your other friend finds some guy she wants to go home with, and suddenly you're alone.

Alone, sobering up, and very annoyed that your friends broke the most important rule and left you alone in a nightclub, 45 minutes away from where you live.

You exit the club, shivering at the early spring air hitting you. Despite the fact that it's march, your choice of clothing is far too optimistic compared to the weather. Still, it's nice to finally breathe.

Breathe… cigarette smoke. Annoyed, you glance at the man smoking against the wall right outside the club before you begin to search for your phone, hoping you can call the friends you lost earlier in the night.

"You clean up nicely."

You stop in your tracks, turning to look at the man leaning against the wall. Cigarette in his hand just like the first time you met him, yet this time he's already grinning at you. He's eyeing your dress with little shame. You're too drunk to care, and you grin at him, forgetting all about your friends.

"I always look good, coach," you say, stepping closer. He hums, taking another drag of his cigarette.

"Why are you here? You following me or something?"

Ukai let's out a genuine laugh, smiling down at you as you step into his personal space. You're so close so can smell his cologne, mixing with the cigarette smoke.

You shouldn't get so close. You shouldn't flirt so blatantly. You'll blame it on the alcohol later. You've had a rough night, and Ukai looks like exactly what you need to wind down after the clubbing fiasco you just survived.

Plus, he owes you this. For kissing you and making you all confused and then barely acknowledging it afterwards.

Like a jerk.

"Not following you, I promise."

"That's a shame."

"I— uhhh." Ukai's eyes flick down, glancing at your cleavage. "A few friends wanted to go out."

"Why aren't you with your friends?" You tilt your head to the side, and Ukai swallows. Your gaze follows his Adam's apple, and you smile.

"I'm not much for clubbing."

You hum sympathetically, and it makes it curl hot in his stomach.

"Neither am I."

"Can I?" you ask, motioning at the cigarette. He hums, like he's thinking about it. Then he takes another long drag and motions you to come closer, and you do, stepping so close you're nearly touching. He leans down, grabbing your chin and angling your head how he likes. He slowly blows the smoke at you, and you inhale in turn, keeping eye contact. The smoke stings a little, combined with the alcohol already in your system, but you feel the nicotine making you slightly lighter.

He pulls away again, and you exhale, still looking up at him.

"Did you drive here?" you ask, tilting your head. You look pretty, Ukai thinks, looking up at him through your lashes. He nods because his throat feels too dry for him to form an answer.

"Let's go," you say, grabbing his hand.

"What?" he asks, but he follows you as you march towards the parking lot.

"I want to fuck you."

Ukai feels as though you just stole the air from his lungs. He eyes your backside, appreciating the way your tiny dress clings to your hips. It's so different compared to the thing you wear when you're at work.

"So are you still mad?" he asks, with bated breath.

You glance over your shoulder, but you don't reply.

You make him show you where his car is parked, and then you fling open the door by the driver's seat and push him in. He can barely think before you're climbing into his lap and slamming the door behind you. The parking lot is dark, and there's no one near, but it's still risky. There are a few awkward seconds of him trying to adjust the car seat so you can move around in the cramped space better.

You crash your lips to his, and ignore the voice in the back of your head that screams that this is a bad idea.

It can't be, not when he tastes like cigarettes and beer, and everything you need right now. Not when his bulge is already pressing against your core, making you dizzy, not when his big hands grab your hips tightly, and he moans into your mouth.

You giggle, running your fingers through his bleached hair. You grab his stupid headband and throw it somewhere else in the car. Pulling back, you take him in, smiling at his dishevelled look. He's still panting, lips already swollen from your short assault.

"You really gonna fuck the volleyball coach in his car, miss teacher?" he asks, and you flush, but you still grind your hips into his again, just to watch the way his lips part.

"So what if I am?" you reply, tilting your head. Ukai only smiles, and one of his big hands trails up your back before cupping the back of your head and pulling you into yet another kiss. He licks into your mouth, tasting the fruity drink you had earlier. You moan in return, kissing him while you keep tugging on his hair.

You move your hips languidly against his, and you know you're probably staining his pants with how wet you already are. It's almost unbearable at this point, the way your clit is throbbing while you grind down in search of friction.

Ukai is not much better off, kissing you harder as he lets you control the pace of your hips. Yet his cock is straining in his boxers, desperate to be freed. He kisses down your throat, sloppily trailing spit across your skin as he pushes your hair out of the way.

"You're so fucking sexy, you know that?" he groans, as if you've committed a crime. You moan when he bites the junction of your throat and shoulder, the faint pain only making you more aroused. "Always waltzing around the school grounds like you own the place."

"Fuck off," you breathe, no real bite in your tone. Ukai pinches your nipple through the fabric of your dress, and you whine. The sound makes him lightheaded, and he pulls back so he can slip down the straps of your dress, pulling down till your tits spill out.

"Love this little number on you too,"

He motions at the tiny dress you're wearing, the one that's now bundled around your stomach. He doesn't wait a second more, quickly attaching his mouth to your nipple. You gasp, grabbing onto his shoulders at the sudden stimulation. He appreciatively squeezes your other tit, and he moans when he watches your skin spill out between his fingers.

"Love your tits,"

"You're so crude. Are you sure you should be working with children?"

"I'm a great coach, thank you."

He bites your boob gently, grinning when your hips stutter against his. Growing impatient, you fumble with his waistband, pulling his cock out of his pants. The sheer size of it makes your jaw drop, pearly precum already beading at his tip as you slowly stroke him. He moans, still drooling on your chest while you feel him twitch in your hands.

Despite the blissful expression on his face, he's clearly growing impatient too, as he bunches your dress up around your waist further. He whistles when he sees your pink panties.

"Were you hoping to get laid tonight?"

"I wear pretty panties cause I want to," you bite back, furrowing your brows at him.

"Of course you do, sorry, baby,"

The nickname slips off his tongue easily, and you don't correct him. You just squeeze around the base of his cock like a warning, making him hiss. He puts his hand over yours, while his other tightens on your hip. Slapping his cock against your stomach, you both gaze down.

He smears precum on you with no remorse for the fact that he's dirtying your soft skin.

"See how deep I'm gonna go?" he asks, tapping the head of his cock against your stomach, as he begins to slide your panties to the side. He runs his fingers through your wet folds before plunging a finger into your heat. You gasp, your soft walls squeezing around the intrusion.

He doesn't have to finger you for long before you feverishly press your lips to his in between moans, begging him to fuck you. You reach down and help him press his cock to your entrance, and he groans, throwing his head back, when his tip is enveloped in your warm heat.

"Fuck," he mutters, watching where you're connected. He pulls out again, teasing you like that, before he presses in again, this time giving you a few more inches. He feels your tight cunt slowly adjusting to him, allowing him to slowly feed you inch after inch.

By the time your clit meets his pelvis, you're dizzy, grabbing onto him for dear life. He is deep. Even the sight of his tip smearing arousal on your stomach couldn't prepare you for how it feels to actually have him inside you.

You hide your face in the crook of his neck, moaning helplessly when he begins to rock you back and forth, practically cooing at you.

"That's it, baby, you're taking it so well."

To hear him praise you so seamlessly only works to make you more dizzy, clinging onto him as you begin to move your hips in tandem with his, gasping into his ear.

"Feels good?"

"Yeah," you reply, too dumb to form a real sentence. Ukai seems to sense this too, and he laughs as he starts to actually bounce you in his lap, the slick sound of skin against skin filling the car. You can hear how wet you are, dripping all over him while he fucks you.

It feels good, as it feels irresponsible to be fucking him like that, in a dark parking lot in the middle of the night. Anyone could walk past, but you're too occupied with the thought of coming that you're not even sure you'd stop if someone did.

Ukai seems to be in the same headspace, groaning into your chest as he messily trails kisses all over your tits while you bounce in his lap. You gasp when he hits your G-spot, and he notices, grinning up at you.

"That felt good, huh?"

He angles you so he can hit your sweet spot again and again, repeatedly making a jolt of pleasure rush through you. You won't last long, especially not when he reaches a hand down to messily circle your clit.

The dual stimulation makes your jaw drop, and your moan feels forced out of you. Your pussy squeezes around him, making his hips stutter, before he quickly resumes the pace.

"Who knew," he mutters, out of breath, as his eyes ravenously take you in. "Who knew you just needed to get fucked,"

You whimper, shaking your head.

"No?" he asks, fake pity lacing his voice. "You sure that's not why you've been acting all fussy with me?"

Your eyes narrow, but you don't stop for a second, still riding him like your life depends on it.

"I'm not fussy," you pant, shaking your head. "You shouldn't smoke in front of the students."

You moan, messily kissing him again. You're so close you can almost taste it.

"No, I suppose it's better to be shotgunning pretty women in front of clubs," he teases, grinning at you. His thumb presses firmer circles into your clit now, and he feels the way you pulse and clench around him.

You come with a broken cry, collapsing against his chest. He lets you ride it out, guiding you with a firm hand as you twitch and pant, pleasure washing over you in waves.

When you come back down, he's pressing his lips to yours, cock furiously twitching inside you as he tries to keep himself from coming. He's not ready for this to be over yet.

You moan into the kisses when he starts moving again, grinding in that deep, slow way that makes your brain go static as you simply just take it, your body feeling like jelly.

You bury your face in his neck, breathing in his scent, biting and licking and kissing his skin. It only works to make Ukai begin to bounce you in his lap yet again, moving you up and down, a breathy whimper leaving him when your pussy clenches down on him.

Despite it, it doesn't take long for him to feel his orgasm approaching again, a telltale sign of heat blooming in his gut. He groans, and you whine in response.

"Wanna feel it, coach," you whine into his ear, nibbling on his earlobe. Ukai squeezes his eyes shut. It shouldn't, but you using his title does something to him. He feels the tips of his ears warming, probably blooming pink already, and he knows his face is no better.

"Please, please, please," you continue, and your hips begin to meet his own, as you deliberately grind your clit against his pelvis, moaning at the friction of his pubes against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna—“

You break before him the second time, but he's right behind you, gasping as he fills you up with sticky cum. You seem satisfied, though, humming into his ear.

You ride it out before you pull back, and both of you watch as you lift your hips, letting his messy cock fall against his stomach. Cum drips out of your swollen pussy, and you play with the mess.

Ukai watches, entranced. He wonders if you'd let him do this again. He really hopes so, because the image of his cum all over your messy cunt is ingrained in his brain forever. He's speechless when you bring two fingers to your lips, licking them clean. You keep eye contact with a spent hum, and he brings his hand to your mouth, replacing your own fingers with his thumb.

You wrap your lips around his digit without question, gently biting down with a glint in your eyes. If you feel the way his cock twitches, you don't acknowledge it.

He removes his thumb with a pop, and the giggle you let out is almost girlish, as you wrap your arms around his neck. You grind your pussy on top of his spent cock, and he hisses at the sensitivity.

"That was fun," you say, tilting your head to the side. "If you tell anyone, though, I'll kill you."

Ukai laughs unexpectedly. His cock twitches yet again at the thought of being your secret boy toy, and you clearly notice, because your smile turns wicked within a second.

"Drive me home?" you ask, and Ukai nods.

"Yeah, just gimme a second to—" he trails off, but you don't seem to mind. Happily, you put your arms through the straps of your dress again, and Ukai pouts when you pull it up, hiding those gorgeous tits of yours. You put your panties back in place, and then you climb over the console, getting in the passenger seat.

"There's probably gonna be cum on your seat," you say, wincing uncomfortably. Ukai laughs before tugging his cock back into his pants. The state of his boxers and pants isn't much better, still damp with your arousal.

"I'm still mad at you," you say, staring out the window as he pulls out of the parking lot.

"You are?" he echoes, and you nod.

"For kissing me and then acting as if it didn't happen."

"Ah," Ukai keeps his eyes on the road, but he doesn't miss the way you shift in your seat out of the corner of his eye. "I'm sorry about that."

You scoff a little, and Ukai reaches a hand over, squeezing your thigh. You watch the way his big hand digs into the soft fat of your thigh. Calloused and rough, probably from spiking balls since he was a kid.

"I didn't mean to ignore you," Ukai says. His thumb caresses your inner thigh, dangerously close to the sticky mess between your legs.

"I got scared."

"What?"

"You're sexy and intelligent, and you're always nagging me—" He sighs, stopping for a second like he can't quite find the words. "I didn't wanna mess up."

He glances over at you.

"And I do think about volleyball. A lot. Definitely more than the average person."

"You're an idiot," you say and Ukai groans.

"You can't say that, I'll get hard again."

This makes you genuinely laugh, and he squeezes your thigh.

"I'm sorry too," you mutter, and he perks up, grinning, but still looking forward at the road. "I overthink. And then it felt like you dipped, and I lashed out. I should've texted you or something."

"You don't have my number." He interjects, squeezing your thigh yet again.

"We should probably fix that." You huff, shifting again. His cum is slowly pooling in your underwear, and it makes your cheeks feel warm.

Letting him come inside before even having his number on your phone. This man is making you act seriously irrational.

"You're hot too," you admit, with a roll of your eyes that he doesn't miss. He grins, shaking his head.

"You're gonna give me a complex."

"You deserve it."

You spend the rest of the car ride in silence, aside from the radio in the background. When he pulls up in front of your apartment complex, you tilt your head at him.

"There's a parking lot behind the building."

Ukai blinks. He's delighted, but he'll admit part of him that’s scared, thought this was a one-time thing. By the look in your eyes, it's clearly not. He's excited. A little scared. He knows he still needs to earn his place beside you. He wants to learn what you eat for breakfast and how you like your tea.

"You're gonna walk me to the door, right, coach?"

ukai fumbling because he only thinks about high school volleyball is canon to me. thank you for coming to my ted talk. <3

this was just supposed to be car sex idk how it turned into 6k words . i don’t want to talk about it okay

thank you for reading!

“Why?” you ask, feeling some pity for your friend, and Satoru grabs your chin, directing your face towards the other end of the room. The couple isn’t hard to spot. Shoko and Suguru have found a couch, the former sitting in his lap as they make out. You grin at the sight.

“Fucking finally.” you say, and Satoru scoffs.

“Yeah, but there’s no way I’m sleeping in the dorms if they’re gonna fuck all night,” he whines, sending you a look that could rival a kicked puppy. “Please?”

For a moment, you hesitate. You remember the way your boyfriend kissed you on your way out, telling you to call him when you wanted to get picked up. He had groped your ass with the promise of something more, as you giggled and kissed him harder, telling him it was a shame he wasn't coming to the party.

You have a feeling he might not appreciate picking up Satoru as much.

“Who’s your friend, kid?”

Toji is not happy. As predicted. You send him an apologetic smile, slipping into the front seat of his car, while Satoru gets in the back, and you curse your weak resolve.

Stupid Satoru and his stupid puppy eyes.

“This is Satoru. Satoru, this is Toji.”

Satoru gets in the middle of the backseat, his gaze darting between the two of you, a smile growing on his lips. Even though you barely drank at the party, you still feel like you're too drunk for this conversation. Or maybe you're just not ready for these two worlds to collide.

Your friends don’t know about your little arrangement with Toji. At this point, they’ve all figured out that you’re seeing someone, but since you live off campus and the rest live in the dorms, they haven’t been able to find out who.

“Who’s this old geezer?” Satoru asks, and you sink into your seat, pinching the bridge of your nose. Toji gives Satoru a look before putting the car into gear and driving toward your apartment.

“Some manners,” Toji states, ignoring Satoru as he glances at you. You feel warm all over as you decide to just look out the window to ignore the two men having a weird jab-off.

“Thank you for picking us up, Toji,” you say, hoping to butter him up, and a light gasp leaves you when Toji reaches over and squeezes your thigh, his thumb coming dangerously close to your clothed cunt. He eyes your skirt before trailing up to the slutty little shirt you opted to wear for the night.

Even though he watched you get dressed hours ago, there's something charged in the way he's looking at you now.

Your cheeks burn when you meet his eyes. Despite just wearing grey sweats and a black shirt, Toji looks good. Delicious even, and you squirm in your seat. Toji smirks. Your eyes flicker to the rear mirror, and you catch Satoru staring at you wide-eyed.

“Slut.” he mouths, and you glare.

“What’s your address?” Toji asks, and both your heads whip towards him. He looks at Satoru through the back mirror as well, lips turning upwards, scar stretching. You squeeze your thighs together.

Satoru hums. “I’m sleeping at her place,” he states, eyes flicking to you in the mirror, and you shift in your seat again, looking out the window this time, trying to avoid inevitable doom.

Toji hums. It’s a low, threatening sound that makes you worry slightly for your well-being, especially when his hand on your thigh tightens for a short while before it’s back on the steering wheel.

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

You ignore the awkward tension rising in the vehicle, occasionally glancing awkwardly at the back mirror. For a second, you consider whether throwing yourself out of the car is a viable option to escape whatever is happening right now.

“How old are you?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, silently cursing Satoru, before you hear Toji chuckle. Toji’s hand finds your thigh again, and the thumb on the inside of your thigh caresses your skin.

“I’m thirty-six.”

Satoru whistles, leaning forward, one arm curling around the headrest behind you as he winks at you teasingly.

“You’re fucking a dinosaur, sweets,” he states, and you flick his forehead, ignoring his whine when he leans back.

“Thirty-six isn’t even that old,” you retort, eyes flickering to Toji when he laughs. He looks amused, you realise, and you can’t help but smile, rolling your eyes. “Besides, at least this dinosaur is actually getting some,” you add, and Satoru gasps in disbelief.

“Hey!” he starts, but Toji’s attention has seemingly been caught because he’s staring at Satoru through the rear-view mirror.

“What’s that supposed to mean, kid?”

You're not drunk enough to blame it on the alcohol, but regardless, you're feeling bratty, as you teasingly shrug and place your hand on top of Toji’s on your thigh. His hand is much bigger than yours.

“Satoru is a viiiiiiiiiiirgin.”

You regret your decision.

Never in your life would you have thought that Toji would take Satoru’s side over yours. It seems completely irrational, as if you’ve ended up in some alternate universe where oil mixes with water, and Satoru Gojo and Toji Fushiguro are somehow teaming up against you.

It's torture.

Your back is pressed to Toji’s chest, sitting firmly between his legs, something hard poking at your back. In front of you, Satoru sits, blinking at your ruined state, his brain completely short-circuiting.

It's hot.

You're sitting there, in Toji's lap, with flushed cheeks, messy hair, wet pussy, thighs all spread open just for him.

Or at least somewhat just for him.

Toji has one hand around your waist, keeping you still; meanwhile, his other hand pumps two fingers in and out of your sticky cunt, spreading you nice and open for both of them. He kisses your temple, murmuring pretty words, but his eyes are set on Satoru, lips turning slightly upward.

“A person’s virginity is something sacred,” Toji states, and Satoru feels his ears grow red, hardly knowing what to do with himself. It’s all so lewd, you sitting there in all your messy glory, meanwhile, Toji is completely clothed. Satoru eyes the arm holding you in place, almost gulping at his muscles.

Fuck.

“You shouldn’t tease your friend,” Toji adds, and you hiccup, eyes nearly rolling back when he curls his fingers up, locating your g-spot perfectly. “So, how are we going to make you apologise, huh?”

You bite your lower lip, eyes focusing back on Satoru, your brows knitting together. There’s an obvious bulge in his pants, and he looks bewildered at best, so out of his element that it’s almost funny. You can’t believe he agreed to do this.

But he did, wide-eyed and blushing as he followed you and Toji to your bedroom.

And while it doesn’t surprise you that Toji is a cherry chaser, you never thought Satoru’s virginity would be on the table.

“I’m sorry, ah, so sorry, Toru,” you whine, and when you reach for him, Satoru wastes no time, crawling forward and letting you cup his face. “Can you forgive me?”

He wants to come up with some sassy, smart reply, but it’s proving difficult when the sound of your slick pussy is filling the room, and little gasps and moans spill from your lips like honey.

“Of course,

Toji laughs, deep and rumbling, and Satoru feels himself grow even hotter, especially when you’re pulling him in, shaky hands zipping open his pants, attempting to get them off. He helps you without a word, quickly shrugging them off before he’s on you, kissing you messily. He’s greedy, swallowing you up before he’s pulled back by the hair.

Toji’s grip is firm on Satoru, and he shakes his head.

“Not so fast, brat,” he states, removing his hands from your pussy, ignoring your whine as he puts them in front of Satoru. Your jaw fully drops when Satoru opens his mouth without complaint, sucking Toji’s fingers clean of your slick. Satoru moans at the taste, and you feel yourself pulse with need.

“I’m letting you borrow my sweet thing; the least you can do is show some respect to your elders.”

You huff, squirming in his lap and rolling your eyes.

“God, old man, why do you have to be so–”

You don’t get to finish your sentence because soon Toji’s fingers are stuffed down your throat instead, letting you taste the remnants of yourself and Satoru, and you moan. Toji shushes you, kissing your temple.

“Holy fuck,” Satoru states, and you glare at him, hardly able to retort when your mouth is full. There are stars in Satoru’s eyes when he crawls forward, eager to get his hands on you.

Toji pats Satoru’s cheek before moving his hands down, pulling the younger man's dick free from his boxers. You gasp at the sight, your eyes going glossy. It’s so pretty, all red and leaking at the tip. He’s not as girthy as Toji, but he might be even longer, and you silently pray for the well-being of your cervix.

Toji seems to make the same observation as you because he removes his fingers from your mouth and strokes your cheek softly.

“Guess you won’t need more preparation, huh, sweetheart?” His tone is teasing because he knows he's bigger than Satoru, and you don’t miss the blush on Satoru’s cheeks, especially not when Toji brings his hand down, guiding Satoru’s dick through your slick folds.

“Please,” you whine, hands pulling Satoru closer, scratching his undercut and making him shudder.

“Fuck me,” he murmurs under his breath, eyes trained on your pretty, needy cunt, dying to feel your heat wrapped around him.

“You nervous, kid?” Toji asks. Satoru grins.

“Nah.”

The first push of his hips against yours is pure ecstasy, your walls sucking him in, as you claw at him. You’ve barely been fed a couple of inches, and you’re so cock drunk, wrapping your legs around Satoru’s waist, begging him to fuck you already.

Satoru’s eyes are squeezed shut, and he hides his face in the crook of your neck, feeling completely overwhelmed. The feeling of pussy is unlike anything he could’ve imagined, and his dick throbs inside of you, immediately ready to pump you full.

“Move,” you whine, always so impatient, and Satoru shudders, shaking his head.

“Gimme two seconds,” he says, taking a deep breath, and he feels your body vibrate when Toji laughs, somehow only making Satoru feel closer to his inevitable end.

He’s not exactly interested in giving too many thoughts as to why that might be, why the idea of Toji being here makes him feel so much dizzier. So instead, he slowly begins grinding into you. The mewl you let out is sinful, and you grip him tight, nails digging into his skin as you throw your head back on Toji’s shoulder.

Satoru’s brows fly up, and he meets Toji’s gaze.

“Is she always like this?”

Toji huffs.

“With me, she’s worse.”

That seems to start something, because soon enough, you’re getting your guts rearranged, every push and pull of Satoru’s cock causing pleasure to shoot through your body. It’s so good that you can hardly form a thought, let alone a sentence, wondering how the fuck this is Satoru’s first time when he’s making you feel this good.

Satoru is no better. His face is buried in the column of your neck again, practically drooling onto your skin as he bullies himself inside of you, revelling in every moan you let out. It’s all so new, especially when a big hand once again runs through his hair, and he’s eye-to-eye with Toji, who grins at him.

“Thrust upwards,” he states, and Satoru’s hips stutter for a moment as he processes the demand. Something delicious is turning in his gut, and he lets out a dumb huh, feeling completely stupid from the grip of your pussy. “Upwards, kid”,

Once his brain finally catches up, he does as he’s told, a faint voice in the back of his head asking him why he’s taking commands from some old man, but then the head of his cock hits somewhere good, and your sensitive walls constrict around him so tight it makes his eyes roll back.

The moan that leaves you is downright filthy, something between a sob and a whine, but it seems like a good thing, so he decides to focus his attention on that spot, hitting it over and over again.

"That's it.”

Satoru’s head snaps towards Toji, who’s kissing your neck, one hand grabbing your tit, rolling his thumb over your nipple, while the other snakes down your body.

“You close?” he asks, and Satoru nods, biting his lower lip to keep anything embarrassing from spilling. Toji chuckles. It’s deep and raspy, and it only makes the knot in Satoru’s stomach tighten as he grips your hips and fucks you harder.

“Ah, that’s not gonna work, dumbass,” Toji says, and the hand on your tit moves to Satoru’s abdomen, slowing him down. The other hand moves to your clit, rubbing firm circles that make you twitch and gasp for air.

"Toji”, you gasp, a hand flying down to grip his wrist, but it’s hardly effective, doing nothing to stop the assault on your poor clit. "It's too much,"

“Let me help you, baby,” Toji says, before turning his attention back to Satoru. “Steady pace, there you go.”

Satoru feels like his brain is melting, enchanted by your cunt and somehow also by Toji's presence.

“Good boy.”

He nearly blacks out when he comes, a broken whine leaving him as he spills inside you, fucking you through his orgasm. Toji’s skilled hand, along with Satoru burying himself as deep as he can go, tip pushing against your cervix makes you come soon after, your body going rigid as your eyes roll back.

It’s a glorious sight, and Toji groans, removing his hand from your clit when tears begin to spill down your cheeks. It takes Satoru a minute or two to come back down, but when he does, he giggles at your tear-stained cheeks.

“Always such a crybaby,” he teases, and you pout, especially when he pulls out, watching cum leak out of your messy pussy.

“I’m not,” you sob, feeling Toji wipe your tears before pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Not bad for your first time, kid.” Toji stays, and Satoru rubs his neck, shrugging. His eyes glance down again, and he can't help but run his fingers through your puffy, used pussy, smearing his cum all over your folds.

"Yeah. Thanks,” he says, distracted, when you twitch, slapping his hands away. Baby blue eyes meet yours, his cheeks still flushed pink, and for a second, you wonder if either of you can ever go back after this.

Realisation hits Satoru like a truck, and he's ready to retreat to the bathroom and clean himself up, but then you’re getting out of Toji’s lap and dragging Satoru down beside you, so you’re both between his legs.

This feels a little weird, and Satoru almost gulps when he looks up at Toji. His black hair is ruffled from when you ran your hands through it earlier, and he's smirking down at both of you.

Satoru hates to admit that the geezer is indeed very hot. Even if he is a dinosaur.

“It’s polite to return the favour, Toru,” you say, and he blinks at you, especially when you rub your cheeks against the bulge in Toji’s sweats, looking up at the old man with hearts in your eyes. “I’ll help you.”

It’s unbelievable.

Satoru is used to seeing you so dominant. You’re sassy, and smart, and most of all, you’re pretty much always teasing him, never letting him relax. Even with Suguru and Shoko, you're always pushing back. Always one to start arguments (even the ones you know can’t win).

With Toji, you’re sweet. A completely different woman, pliant, docile, obedient. Satoru’s not even sure if Toji has done anything in particular; the man radiates dominance, but you’re just so eager to please as you keep eye contact and pull his dick out of his sweats, immediately sucking on the tip. It’s like you’re a completely different woman.

Satoru’s eyes nearly roll out of his head when he eyes the sheer size of Toji’s dick, but then you’re turning your attention towards him, urging him to come closer, pulling off Toji's cock with a pop.

“C’mere”, you giggle, and Satoru almost whines, especially when you guide Toji’s cock to his mouth, and he licks a stripe down the side. “Good boy, Toru.”

Satoru feels himself twitch, and he gasps, especially when you join in, and now you’re both licking and sucking Toji’s dick, tasting the precum dripping out of his slit and worshipping him in all of his glory.

“Fuck”, Toji’s eyes are shut in bliss, and he puts a hand on each of your heads, guiding you up and down as he pleases. He cracks an eye open, pulling Satoru off before he guides your head down till his pubes are tickling your nose and you’re choking on it.

Tears prick in your eyes, and you moan, gagging as you grip Toji’s thigh while the other digs into Satoru’s hand. When Toji finally pulls you off, you gasp for air, and Satoru is just about to tease you, but then it’s his turn, apparently, and before he knows it, Toji is guiding his head down on his cock.

Satoru moans, especially when he feels your nails raking down his scalp; meanwhile, you’re crawling up, cupping Toji's face. He cradles the back of your head and kisses you messily, sloppily, meanwhile his hips are thrusting up into Satoru’s mouth, cock twitching each time the younger man gags on it.

Satoru barely feels the final twitch before Toji comes down his throat while releasing a series of sinful moans into your mouth. He keeps him there for a few seconds, riding out his high before he pulls Satoru off his dick, instead pulling him up, so he can kiss him on the mouth.

“You’re much more tolerable when my cock is down your throat,” Toji compliments, and Satoru can't help but grin, especially when you kiss him too.

“Mhm, thank you, Toru baby,” you add, kissing his neck. “Did so well.”

As if on cue, it seems that your tiredness catches up with you, and you sink into the comfort of your sheets, sighing. You feel the bed creak when Toji gets up, slapping your ass before saying something about cleaning up and getting a towel.

“Is he your boyfriend?”

It sounds like a question, but it seems to you that Satoru has already drawn a conclusion. Huffing, you attempt to ignore the beating of your heart and the tiny lump in your throat.

“No”,

“Does he know that?” When you open your eyes, Satoru is still grinning, wiggling his eyebrows at you, and you groan.

“Fuck off,” you say, glancing towards your door before looking back at Satoru. “There’s cum on your chin, by the way.”

Satoru only grins, climbing into the bed with you, hiding both your bodies underneath the sheets. You don't protest when he drags you close to him, arms wrapping around your middle. You mutter something about how it's gonna be even colder when Toji comes back to clean you up, and Satoru chuckles.

His white hair tickles your skin, but you settle comfortably against him, closing your eyes.

"Help me clean it off," he says, and you open your eyes, raising a brow at him.

"What?"

"Help me clean off the cum, then."

For a second, you stare at him, confused at his sudden confidence. He smiles at you.

He's still Satoru. Still your best friend.

You grab his chin and lean in, licking up his cheek. He moans and catches your lips in a kiss. It's soft and gentle. Probably what you should've started with, instead of a threesome with your older boyfriend.

You feel his dick twitch against your thigh, and you move away, pouting at him.

"I can not go a second time, my pussy is gonna be sore for days after this," you complain, and Satoru breaks into laughter, cupping your pussy.

"Maybe Toji can help you out," you add, grinning when his face breaks into yet another furious blush.

"I cannot wait to tell Suguru and Shoko about this," he retorts, and this time it's your turn to turn flustered as you place your hand over his mouth. He licks your palm, but you don't relent.

"You are never telling a soul about this," you say, and for a second, Satoru fears for his life.

He thinks about how pretty you looked when you came, how you panted Toji's name. How you panted his name. He doesn't want anyone else ever seeing it, he doesn't even want anyone imagining it.

"Promise," he says, voice muffled into your palm. He holds up his pinky, and you intertwine your own, an adorably serious expression on your face.

"What are you two whispering about?"

Toji enters the bedroom again, wearing a pair of black boxers. Satoru swallows, taking in his bulging muscles, mouth going dry. His dick twitches again, and you smirk.

You give the older man an appreciative one over as well, but clearly you're more used to the sight, because you're quick with your answer.

"Just about how Satoru wants you to suck his dick," you say, and Satoru splutters, his eyes going wide. He stares at you in betrayal, avoiding Toji's green eyes boring into him.

"No, what? That's not at all—"

"You sure, kid? I give great head," Toji replies.

"He really does," you agree.

Toji pulls the covers off you, and you whine, complaining about the cold air hitting your body. Satoru hides his face in his pillow, wanting to die.

With a wet cloth, Toji cleans your puffy pussy, almost cooing at it. You spread your legs, letting him do it, as you turn your head to look at Satoru. He meets your gaze, his cheeks still pink.

"Have you ever gotten a blowjob, Toru?" you ask, curiously.

Satoru frowns.

"Obviously not. The most I've done is making out, before tonight," he replies. He stutters when he feels the firm hand wrapping around his already half-hard dick. Seeing Toji settle between his legs makes him so dizzy that he thinks he might black out.

He makes a choked-out noise when Toji kisses his tip, his hips involuntarily twitching.

"Fuck," is all he can say, brows furrowing. Your hand roams his chest, as you settle against his side, tits pressing against his biceps.

Toji slowly begins wrapping his lips around his cock, swallowing Satoru's length with practised ease. The motion makes Satoru whimper, especially when you kiss and nip at his throat.

"That's it, Toru, just enjoy it," you say. Toji's mouth is warm and wet, and it doesn't take more than a few minutes for him to be a goner. Toji pulls off when he feels him twitch in his mouth, stroking him through his orgasm, as cum splatters over his stomach.

Satoru gasps, his blush having moved down his neck and chest. He looks so pretty, all flushed and sweaty like that. You murmur praises in his ear as he comes down from the bliss, blinking at the ceiling.

"I think I just died a little bit."

a/n: before anyone says anything, yes this is a repost. originally, the plan was to just post this on ao3, but then i was editing and suddenly there were 2k words extra of toji sucking dick. i dont know what to say, it's not my fault. girl whatever.

You hum, absentmindedly, already gone, and Toji chuckles, a deep rumble that goes through you by extension.

“Go get ready for sleep.”

You shake your head, despite your eyes being shut for several seconds before you manage to open them again. You snuggle closer to him and (not very discreetly) take a sniff of him.

Toji smells nice. Musky and manly and yours.

You hum, kissing his cheek. You miss a bit, hitting his jaw instead. With your eyes still closed, you decide to conquer him, throwing your leg over his waist as you drape yourself over him.

“Don’t want to sleep,”

Toji snorts. His hand curls around your thigh, while his other wraps around your waist. You whine when he sits up, clinging to him.

“You practically already are, kid.”

You hold on tighter when he stands up, letting the leg he’s not holding dangle in protest, till he slaps your ass with a scoff and wraps his hand around that leg too, fingers digging into your upper thigh, dangerously close to your butt.

“Gonna trip me and kill us both,” he mumbles. You dig your face into his neck, mouth opening to lick at spots you know are sensitive. It causes a shudder to run through Toji, and he groans while still abducting you to another part of your home.

You complain when he sits you on the bathroom counter, refusing to let go for several seconds till his tone with you grows dangerous, and you reluctantly let go. You also refuse to hold the toothbrush, instead just opening your mouth and letting your boyfriend do the heavy lifting.

Toji sighs, but the corners of his lips curl upwards. Just the tiniest bit, but enough for the trained eye to see. He tells you to spit, and you do. Then he claps your thigh, murmuring “good girl,” before brushing his own teeth.

You watch, feeling more than awake suddenly. Your body tingles pleasantly, and you can’t help but wrap your legs around his waist when he slots himself between them to do your skincare, giggling victoriously when he puts on your face cream too.

The journey to your bedroom is a lot less gentle—you’re unceremoniously thrown over his shoulder, a squeal leaving you when you’re thrown on your bed. He removes your pants first, then your shirt and bra, till you’re just in your cotton panties, prettily splayed across your sheets.

“What’s got you in such a mood, huh, baby?”

There’s an edge to his voice as he crawls onto the bed, keeping his clothes on as he looms over you. You flip around, settling on your tummy, purposefully wriggling your ass at him under the pretence of getting comfy.

“Don’t know whatcha talking about, old man,” you hum, and it pleases you greatly when you feel the mattress dip, his thighs settling on each side of your own, a pillow beside your head disappearing so he can lift your hips and place it under there. His hands roam your backside, massaging your body, occasionally grabbing your ass, running over your hips.

“I’m talking about you being a brat,”  he murmurs.

“I’m not,” you huff, hiding your face in your pillow.

Your breath hitches when you feel his thumb dangerously close to the inside of your thigh, right beside your cunt. You push your hips against him, hoping to urge him on. To get what you want.

“Where’s my good girl?” Toji sighs, and his hands leave you, and you hear the sound of his zipper going down. You try to look over your shoulder, raising your head, wanting to see it. Is it drooling and red for you? Already hard and ready to fill you up?

“I am good,” you whine.

Your pussy throbs with the need to get stretched out around his length, but before you can look, a firm hand is placed on the back of your head, pushing the side of your face into your pillow. You whine again. It comes out half muffled, and Toji chuckles.

“I spoil you far too much.”

His thighs on either side of your own force you to keep your thighs shut together as he grinds his cock over the curve of your ass, wetting your panties with his precum. You gasp when he puts his cock between your legs, head rubbing right up against your clothed clit as he lays down on top of you, hands moving to grip your hips for leverage as he burries his face in your neck.

It’s hot. You feel hot. He groans into your skin, fucking himself into your sticky thighs, groaning at the friction.

“Shit, baby, feels so warm and soft,” he murmurs, nibbling on your neck. “Almost as good as your pussy.”

The realisation of what is happening catches up to you, and you let out something between a sob and a complaint as you try to wriggle underneath him.

“Toji, ah, are you serious right now?” The friction against your clit is nowhere near enough, and your cunt pulses at the emptiness. He’s throbbing and leaking between your thighs, fucking himself back and forth, groaning into your neck. His hands on your hips tighten their grip, keeping you right where he wants you as he pushes you into the bedsheets.

“What, kiddo?” he asks, and you can feel his breath on your neck, sending tingles down your body. Arousal and embarrassment bloom at the nickname, and you squeeze your eyes shut, whining yet again. “You don’t wanna sleep, right? Be good for me instead then,”

You gasp, heat and flames eating at your core, confusion and arousal clouding your mind. He angles himself so his head is pushing against your clit, ruining your soaked panties and making you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Please, Toji,” you beg, moaning when he nudges your clit just right. “Please just fuck me, I’m sorry,”

Toji laughs. Sweat is beading on his forehead as he breathes in your shampoo, and he feels the heat heavy in his gut as he fucks your thighs with little to no remorse over how whiny you’re being.

“Shit, I should do this more often,” he mutters, slowing down so he can watch his length disappear between your plushy thighs. Normally, he'd force himself to last longer, but today the need to finish is already blooming in his abdomen, as he watches you wriggle beneath him. "Would probably keep you from being a brat too, huh?"

His hand is still at the back of your head, your eyes falling shut again, breathy moans and whines leaving you each time he drags himself over your clit. The friction feels so good, nearly enough, yet not at all, and your mouth falls open, drool gathering at the corner of your lips.

Everything feels fuzzy. Toji groaning above you, while kissing your neck. The warm sheets beneath you. Two firm hands on your hips. It's like each stroke of his cock is making you dumber, and he's not even inside of you. You'd be embarrassed if you weren't so horny.

"Tooooji," you moan, eyebrows pinching together. "I said I was sorry."

"Fuuuck, I'm close, baby," he groans, nearly squishing you in the process, his strokes growing sloppier. "Where do you want me?" he asks, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear.

"Here?" His hand roams your ass, squeezing. "Or perhaps here?" They skim upwards, fingertips burning your skin, as his hands slip between the sheets and you, cupping your tits.

"Inside," you huff, squirming beneath him. "I want you inside."

His laugh rumbles through you as he gives your tits a final fond squeeze before he moves your panties to the side.

Despite how wet you are, you're not prepared for the stretch as his tip nudges your entrance, pushing in. You keen, finally getting what you want, practically melting into the sheets beneath you.

Toji chuckles at the way you go pliant, as he continues to fill you up.

"That's good, baby, juuust like that,"

You moan, head too fuzzy to respond properly. He slowly feeds you inch after inch, till he's nudging your G-spot, nearly making you gasp for air. It hurts. You always need time to accommodate Toji’s impressive girth, but you’re so worked up, you don’t care right now.

"Now what do we say?" Toji asks, as he begins a slow pace that makes your core burn with pleasure.

"Mmmmhmm," you reply, lids falling closed, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your breath hitches when he bottoms out before pulling out again, one hand on your hip, the other gripping your jaw.

"Come on, kiddo. Don't make me go back to your punishment."

That makes your eyes flutter open, a pout forming as your pussy flutters around his tip.

"Thank you," you say, fluttering your lashes over your shoulder. He grunts, his hand squeezing your cheeks to make you pout again. He gives you a shallow thrust, not nearly satisfying enough, and you grip the pillow beneath you.

"You forgot something," he says, and you whine, trying to get him to move.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you—”

"Come on," Toji says, pulling out so he can stroke himself instead. "You know the word."

Embarrassment burns once again, both at the way your pussy is drooling and at the slick sounds of your boyfriend stroking himself above you.

"Thank you," you say, biting your lip. "Dad,"

"Thereeee we go," Toji groans, and before you know it you're being flipped around, with Toji now slotted between your thighs, cock once again pushing inside of you. You keen, back arching.

This time it's more focused, Toji no longer playing around with you, as he begins to fuck you in earnest, now with a goal in mind.

"Dad's got you, yeah?" he states, kissing you and swallowing up your moans. Your brows pinch, and you cry out. "My perfect baby."

Your head's too fuzzy to hear much after that, only hearing the blood rushing in your ears, as your orgasm approaches. It hits you hard and sudden, and you barely have time to react, body tensing beneath him.

Your jaw falls open, entire body tingling as he keeps fucking you through it, murmuring praises in your ear. He's not far behind you, finishing inside with a groan, pumping you full.

"Fuuck, baby, take it all," he says, giving you a final thrust before collapsing on top of you, with a satisfied groan.

You lay there for a while before you begin to nudge at his shoulders, annoyed.

"You're crushing me, get off."

Toji laughs, but gets off regardless, groaning as he stretches. He mumbles something about being too old for this, as he disappears into the bathroom again before he returns, wearing a new pair of sweatpants.

He doesn't bother cleaning the mess between your legs. Instead, he simply lies down beside you and grabs you with one big arm, pulling you flush against him. He spoons you like that, his big warm body heating your sore body. You hum in contentment, melting into his embrace.

"You did so well, baby," he murmurs against your hair.

Pride flutters in your chest and you giggle. You grab the hand holding you, so that you can intertwine your fingers.

"Thanks, dad," you reply, teasingly. He grunts behind you and leans his head down to nip at your earlobe.

"Careful," he says, grinding his hips against you once, just to make his point. You giggle again before you fall into a comfortable silence. It's not long before your soft snores fill the room. Toji kisses the top of your head, smiling to himself.

His sleepy, pretty baby.

hi i wrote this in 2025 when i was still doing the dilf next door series and then i remembered it when @deltamel and i was talking about dadboyfriendism™️ so now this finally gets to see the light. quickly edited. hope you enjoyed. mwah.

"What's up with you?" you ask, running your fingers through his hair. He's still sweaty from the game he just won, and there's a faint blush on his cheeks. He smells good, though, like the cologne you bought him years ago, and something distinctly Atsumu underneath.

"Why would you wear my jersey?" he complains, tugging at the black shirt you're wearing, before his hands slip underneath it to trace over your bare skin.

"Because it's your game?" you ask, raising a brow at him. "Would you prefer I wear an Adler's jersey?"

Atsumu's eyes turn sharp, and he laughs. You've definitely poked the bear now, but it's hard not to when he gets so easily affected.

"You think you're funny, huh?" he says, before turning you around, pressing you against the closed door. He pulls down your skirt, leaving it a jumbled mess on the floor.

You gasp when he runs his fingers through your folds, groaning when he realises how wet you already are. Your panties swiftly join your skirt on the ground. He gets on his knees, nosing at your cunt.

"I'm gonna need you to be quiet, baby," he says, and you moan when you feel his fingers prod at your entrance.

"That's not very quiet," he teases, and you glare over your shoulder. He looks pretty like that, on his knees behind you, grinning at you.

When he starts to work you open again, you fight to stay quiet, scrambling for purchases against the door. Atsumu hums, removing his fingers to replace them with his mouth, kissing and licking your pussy till you're nearly seeing stars.

Your orgasm approaches, and you begin to forget all about staying quiet as you push back into his face.

Right as you're about to finish, Atsumu pulls away, standing up.

"What was that for?" you whine, putting your forehead against the door with a thud, pouting in defeat.

"For even suggesting to wear an Adler's jersey," Atsumu says, as he pulls down his shorts so he can run his cock through your folds.

"Maybe I'll wear Kageya—" You don't get to finish the name, before Atsumu pushes his cock inside you, simultaneously putting a hand over your mouth, to silence the loud moan as you arch your back into him.

"I'm gonna stop you right there, baby," he grunts, and the sound of his hips colliding with yours fills the small space. You're certain if anyone were to walk by, they'd definitely know what was happening inside the supply closet, but it's hard to care.

"Tsumu," you whine into his hand, and your head lolls back on his shoulder as he hits your G-spot. Atsumu laughs into the crook of your neck, though it sounds a bit strangled.

"I can't believe you'd talk about another man like that after I just won an important game," Atsumu complains. His hand over your mouth moves to your neck, applying faint pressure, while his other hand grabs your hip, so he can move you back to meet his thrusts.

"I'm just motivating you to do better," you tease.

His thrusts grow harder, deeper, and you reach a hand back to card through his bleached hair, as you feel your orgasm approach again. Atsumu knows too, moaning into your ear at the way your walls flutter around him.

"Come on my cock," he begs, sucking a hickey into your neck. You freeze when you hear someone talking on the other side of the door, but Atsumu keeps a steady pace, pushing you closer and closer to that cliff. "Let whoever is on the other side of that door know you're mine."

You come with a strangled cry, slapping your hand over your mouth in a lousy attempt to cover it. The voices on the other side go quiet, and you shut your eyes, feeling warm all over.

Atsumu isn't far behind you, finishing with a groan as he pushes his hips flush against yours. You feel the warmth of him filling you up, and you rest your forehead on the door again, catching your breath.

Atsumu pulls out and puts his dick away again quickly before turning you around and kissing you.

"Say you're mine," he nearly whines, wrapping his big arms around you. You melt into the embrace, giggling.

"I'm yours, Tsumu."