#bedcchem

his hands grip your hips in a deliciously bruising hold as he fucks the stress out of you, whispering in your ear how you’re his smart girl who just works too damn hard. his smart girl who loves to go absolutely dumb from his fucking cock.

and when his smart girl is stressed… of course he’s gonna make you feel better.

“hajime—” your voice more of a breathy whine than a moan, “—fuck fuck—s’good, soo—ohh good.”

“yeah?” iwaizumi grabs a fistful of hair and pulls your head back to look at him. your eyes are glazed over in a beautiful, heady daze, reserved only for him. “am i fucking my princess dumb? can’t think about anything else?”

drool trickles down your chin as you babble out words you can barely articulate. “only you—fuck— oh my god… haji, ’m gonna—“

his hand comes down to your puffy little clit and rubs it just right for you to turn into a loud, whimpering mess. “c’mon—come for me, princess,” he groans, fucking you through it. he feels you clench around him, paired with a strangled, “‘m gonna make a mess! hajime!” before you finish—white clouding your vision. he groans as he nears his own finish, making sure you were finished with your own high before pulling out and jerking himself to come all over the swell of your ass.

and it’s been proven that every time he helps relieve your stress, you lock in and finish all your required assignments and get ahead on more. which, in turn, just means iwaizumi gets to tell you just how wonderful and smart his pretty girl is…

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but he just can’t bring himself to stop.

“oh, god, princess,” he groans in your ear at the drag of his thick cock in and out of your tight, sopping pussy. his hands grip your plush thighs, his lips pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses against your neck, careful to not leave any marks on your skin.

you gasp, chills running down your spine as his hips roll into yours at a slow, deep pace. “oh, hajime—” you whisper in his ear, your voice soft and saccharine as your lips brush against his lobe.

everything about this is so wrong. you are to marry another man—a wealthy duke—in a week’s time to fulfill your role as the nation’s princess and future queen.

and yet… your heart belongs to another.

“i love you,” you softly whine, your eyes glazed with both pained and pleasured tears.

iwaizumi’s eyes squeeze closed as he feels so damn close… “fuck, princess, i love you too—” he chokes out, “more than anything in this world…”

it seems as if the world is getting smaller, where nothing else matters besides the two of you, pretending that you are not a princess and he is not your guardsman. pretending that this illicit affair couldn’t cost iwaizumi his position and, possibly, his life. pretending that this forbidden love will not taint you—where every other experience you’ll have will just pale in comparison to the way iwaizumi makes you feel…

“hajime—!” you softly cry out, your eyes squeezing shut as everything became so damn tight. and as you fall into the throes of ecstasy, iwaizumi cannot hold himself back any longer, letting out a reserved, strangled groan as he paints your insides a creamy white.

your knight shall always be there. he has sworn an oath to the crown to protect you with his life, his entire being. and even if you must marry another man, you know the true gentleman who has your heart.

the one who holds it in his rough, calloused, armored hands.

a/n: knight!iwaizumi has me in a chokehold istg

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just washed some laundry? oops, it must’ve fallen out of the basket…

just showered? oops, accidentally left it in the bathroom…

whether it’s an accident or not, kuroo doesn’t know or actually care. and that’s okay. washed or unwashed, he always puts them to good use, either by wrapping your pretty black thong around his cock as he slowly strokes himself, or by licking that one little wet patch still left on your favorite lacy pair as he desperately humps a pillow. every time, he closes his eyes and imagines it’s your hand on him instead of his own, giving him the most agonizingly slow handjob, edging him well into oblivion, or that it’s your thighs he’s in between, tasting every drop of you straight from the source, not from a flimsy piece of fabric.

god, he’s pitiful.

he knows you’re so sweet, so shy, and that’s fine. it’s adorable, actually. the way he can hear you when you think he’s not home and at work. but oh no, he can hear everything. on the other side of the too-thin walls of the apartment, he can easily make out each sweet whimper and muffled cry of “oh, tetsu—!” and “oh, fuck yes—right there…!”

and in turn, he knows you can hear him above the sound of the shower when he grunts out a choked form your name when he’s coming against the pearly white tile. he can’t help but smile to himself when, just like clockwork, he always hears the little buzz of your trusty little vibrator after he turns the water off.

though outside of your bedroom and bathroom doors, you both pretend nothing’s amiss, like you both weren’t having the most intense orgasms to the thought and the sounds of the other the night prior. with normal laughs and kind smiles, you both put up a well-practiced façade of ignorance, with only the occasional shy touches passed between the two of you.

guess you two will endure another week’s routine of this… maybe one day kuroo will finally man up and ask you to dinner.

a/n: i have been perceived… hello to all one (1) of you who knows my true identity…

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“oh, shin…!” you softly cry out, your head falling back against the siding of your home. you’ve never really been able to get used to that first stretch of his cock when he eases himself inside, and this time is no different.

with your legs dangling over his biceps as he holds you against the wall, his hips meet yours at a deep, reverential pace. his breath is hot against your ear, letting out the lowest of grunts as he drags his cock in and out.

“sweetheart,” he murmurs against your ear, “oh, God… ya feel so good—”

the rain pours down on the two of you, hair sticking to your foreheads, soaked clothes clinging to skin, and everything feels so hot on this late summer night.

from the twinkle of the moonlight as you cover your mouth, kita sees the beautiful engagement ring he gave to you many months ago—remembering all over again that he gets to marry you in just a week's time.

"my... my beautiful wife," he whispers in your ear, pressing a soft kiss against the lobe as he feels that all too familiar growing tension in his gut.

your eyes are on him, feeling that familiar coil in your belly as well. "shin," you gasp as you remove your hand to tug on his hair, "i'm close—"

"me too, sweetheart, 'm close," he repeats back, his lips brushing against your own as your thighs begin to shake.

the two of you gasp in each other’s mouths, moaning out each other’s names as you ride out each other’s highs. and feeling that familiar warmth in your belly when he comes inside... well, there's really nothing better, is there?

a/n: snarling at the bars of my enclosure kita shinsuke i want you bad… also the two of you got colds after this,, can’t let y’all live in delusion for too long <3

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with that nice fuzzy feeling in your minds as you sit together on the couch, glasses in-hand, one thing led to another, and suddenly, you’re looking down at osamu on his knees, right in between your thighs. his mouth hovers over you, his tongue just barely darting out to give the wet spot on your panties the faintest kitten lick.

“‘samu,” you breathlessly chide, your mind already a mess, “don’t tease me tonight…”

his eyes shift to you from his spot between your legs, his tongue still poking out as he dares to give you another little lick. “hm?” he asks coyly, “but that’s the best part, darlin’.”

gently pulling your panties down your legs to discard on the floor, he’s staring. hard. it’s a ritual at this point—he knows he’s done this many times before, but he also knows he’ll never get tired of seeing that pretty pussy of yours…

taking the last swig of wine from his glass, he licks a fat stripe from your entrance to your clit, listening for that little gasp from your lips that quickly turns into the faintest moan. every time.

delving into your folds, so wet and inviting, he relishes the delicious mixture of alcohol and your essence on his tongue. his hands grip your thighs, his fingers digging into the plush skin, as he holds them up and spreads them to get that perfect angle.

“s-‘samu!” you cry out when his tongue swirls around your clit, slow and steady; your hands move to his hair and tug, like clockwork, and he lets out a low groan, feeling the vibration pulse through your body. you feel like you’re on fire in the best way possible.

your head falls back against the couch as he alternates between suckling on your sweet little clit and tongue fucking you, and, as always, his pants suddenly begin to feel so painfully tight. he’s so messy with it, with your juices dribbling down his lips and chin and his cock throbbing in his boxers.

“‘sa—‘samu, oh my god—“ you gasp out, feeling that all too familiar coil winding up in the bottom of your tummy, “‘m close, please…”

you can sense the smirk on his face as he pushes you further into the couch cushions, letting out strangled, muffled moans of, “ya taste better than the wine, darlin’” and “so fuckin’ good…”

when you come on his tongue, he’s always there, licking up every drop. his eyes are closed, on another planet completely—absolutely pussydrunk from the taste of you.

“fuuuck, baby, that’s it. good girl…” he groans against your folds, making sure he’s cleaned you up nicely and to his liking.

and so every week, osamu asks you what you want to do for date night, fully knowing where it would always lead to…

and he loves it.

a/n: wow this was not meant to be this long ANYWAYS

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☆ random blurbs (all 18+)

stress relief - h. iwaizumi

illicit affairs - h. iwaizumi

rainy day - s. kita

too shy - t. kuroo

night in - o. miya

mean - (dilf) k. sugawara

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