note: everybody about that dilf life rn, im trying to sit on dilf!iwa’s dick <333
warning: nsfw, age gap, daddy kink
tagging: @zumisace b/c dilf!iwa supremacy
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dilf!iwa knows how he affects you.
he’s not an idiot by any means. he notices everything.
he notices how you fail to suppress the urge to squirm underneath his gaze, thighs automatically clenching together when he briefly lets his eyes drop to the bottom hem of your skirt that clings to the curve of your ass.
he notices how your voice rises an octave higher and you let out a surprised little squeak when he compliments you about anything. it’s always a boost to his ego to see how his mere words can reduce someone as pretty as you to a flustered mess.
he notices how your eyes linger on his form when he decides to work out outside. you think you’re being discreet: subtly eyeing the way the corded muscles in his arms flex when he bench presses in his driveway, but iwaizumi can feel your heated gaze, and revels in the way you duck your head out of sight and quickly avert your gaze when he makes eye-contact with you.
but he ignores it all.
it’s not right.
you’re young, way younger than iwaizumi, and most likely just enjoy the idea of chasing after an older man that you can’t have. there’s no way that you’re genuinely interested in an old man like himself. iwaizumi convinces himself that your infatuation with him is temporary and will pass soon enough.
but it doesn’t.
and iwaizumi can’t remember why he chose to ignore all of the signs that you were attracted to him when he has you split open on his cock, writhing underneath him.
with your knees pressed against your chest and your legs thrown overtop iwaizumi’s sturdy shoulders, moans continuously spill pass your parted lips. your chest is heaving, and iwaizumi can’t tear his eyes away from the way your pretty tits bounce every time he thrusts his hips forward.
“f-fuck, such a good girl for me. isn’t that right, baby?” iwaizumi curses when he feels how you instantly tighten up around him when he praises you. your insides are so wet and slick, sucking him right back in when he slips his cock out of your cunt while thrusting. milky rings form around his length, evidence of the two orgasms he’s already managed to pull out of you.
“mhm, just for you, daddy,” you whine, interlocking your ankles behind iwaizumi’s head. you desperately dig your heels into his shoulders, beckoning him closer to you than he already is.
fuck, you’re trying to kill him. iwaizumi groans and trails wet-mouthed kisses along your calves. you let out a startled hmph when iwaizumi harshly presses his calloused hands on the back of your thighs, pushing and forcing your knees back until they’re even more firmly squished against your tits. the sudden change in angle has you seeing stars, and you feel iwaizumi’s cock reaching places that less-experienced men never have.
“such a pretty princess. nobody can fuck you as good as me, can they? i’m going to ruin this little pussy and make it mine,” iwaizumi grunts, punctuating the last word with a particularly deep thrust. his grip is bruising on your hips, fingers digging crescents into the soft fat of your ass.
you cry out, arching your back, when iwaizumi hits that sweet spot within you. he quickens his pace and pops a thumb into his mouth, coating it with saliva, before moving to rub tight circles around your swollen clit. his hips snap against your own while heavy balls slap against your ass in lewd wet smacks.
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— note: thots were thunk. miss mela’s (@miitsukai) hcs about nut videos inspired me to write this
— ft. oikawa tooru & iwaizumi hajime
— warning: cursing. nsfw. male masturbation.
— t. oikawa
❧ it’s not necessarily a surprise when you receive a snapchat from tooru in the middle of the day. he enjoys spamming your phone with selfies of himself, claiming that he doesn’t want you to forget his pretty face (as if you could ever forget his dumbass)
❧ however, it is a surprise when you see he’s sent you a video. it’s an even greater surprise when the first thing you see when you click to view the video is a shot of his half-hard dick hidden behind the flimsy material of his boxer briefs
❧ you’re thankful that you’re at home when you open the snapchat, not wanting to imagine the embarrassment you would’ve experienced if you had accidentally viewed the video in public. you turn up the volume and quickly make your way to your bedroom, closing and locking the door behind you even though it’s unnecessary
❧ oikawa’s palming himself already when you plop down on your bed. it’s entrancing the way he touches himself. his whining has you heavily swallowing, shifting around to try and assuage the growing burn in between your thighs
❧ “i wish you were the one touching me, y/n-chan.” he’s such a baby, but you can’t deny that the way he emphasizes your name has you shivering. he slips his cock out of his boxers. he’s hard - the head of his dick an angry red and leaking precum at the slit
❧ you hear him spit into his hand off camera before it reenters the frame. oikawa firmly wraps his hand around the base of his dick and slowly drags it all the way to the head
❧ he’s teasing himself, slowly and steadily building himself up to an orgasm. it’s cruel
❧ “wish i was fucking your pretty lil throat right now. you take me so good, baby.”
❧ the way he sounds is sinful. the prettiest moans and whines you swear you’ve ever heard coming through your phone’s speaker
❧ his hand speeds up, and you can tell he’s close to cumming. a few moments later, he’s loudly cursing, “oh fuck” over and over as he cums all over his lower stomach
❧ he flips the camera to show his face. it’s evident that he’s dazed from his orgasm, his eyes are glassy and sweat beads at his hairline
❧ he’s a dork, pressing a kiss to the camera, before ending the video by saying, “hope you enjoyed the show!”
— h. iwaizumi
❧ you slip your phone out of your pocket to see that you’ve received a text message from hajime. it’s already late into the evening, and you wonder what he’s still doing up considering he has a lecture early the next morning
❧ all it says is “check snap,” but with that, you already have an inkling of what he sent you. it’s been difficult to find time to spend together with finals coming up, and you’re assuming that iwaizumi may be a bit pent up. you know you are. studying for upcoming exams and chaste kisses exchanged here and there aren’t enough to quell your growing desire for iwaizumi
❧ your assumptions are confirmed when you open the snapchat to be greeted with the sight of iwaizumi’s leaking cock. it’s a bit dark to see anything too clearly, but the red led lights he has in his room suffice
❧ he’s laying in his bed, still wearing his shirt with his boxers pushed down to right below his knees. he lets go of his cock, sitting up a little bit, before fisting it once more. he must have already been jacking off if the loud slick sounds of his cock is anything to go off of
❧ “fuck, i miss my pretty baby,” iwaizumi groans, breath hitching as he drags his palm over the head of his dick, which is especially sensitive. “shit, i’m already close,” he curses
❧ “wish i was fucking you instead,” he says before cutting himself off with a low moan. he must be really horny if he’s no longer holding back any of his noises like he usually would
❧ iwaizumi’s close. no technique is being used as he thrusts into his fist. his pace increases and he soon cums, moaning your name
❧ iwaizumi’s labored breathing fills the air before the video abruptly ends
❧ you exit snapchat and reopen your messages to reply to hajime because why does he have to tease you like that. you’re surprised to see that you’ve already received a new text from him. he must have sent it while you were preoccupied with watching the video. his message has you scampering off of the bed and towards the door - “im on my way over rn.”
❧ all setters have such pretty hands and tooru is no exception.
❧ his hands are on the smaller side, but his fingers are long and slender.
❧ they’re relatively smooth and unblemished, but his palms are lightly calloused from all those hours dedicated to volleyball.
❧ he doesn’t wear rings a lot since he can’t wear them while he plays volleyball, but he never forgets to slip his promise ring back on following practices.
❧ his hands look especially pretty wrapped around your wrist while your own are placed at the base of his neck. lust clouds his eyes as you lightly press against the side of his neck as he releases breathy whines about he needs more.
— h. iwaizumi
❧ iwaizumi’s hands are so nice. not pretty in the way oikawa’s are, but beautiful all the same.
❧ definitely on the larger side with a few prominent veins running along the back.
❧ his hands are rough. dry and calloused because he’s always taping up players and frequently washing his hands to ensure he’s not spreading germs from player to player.
❧ you don’t mind how rough they are, his hands are your favorite necklace to wear after all. praises spill from his lips about how you’re such a good girl for him, ‘his good girl’, as he applies more pressure against your pretty lil throat.
— i. matsukawa
❧ god, his hands are literally massive, bigger than iwaizumi’s for sure.
❧ his fingers are long and thick, and adorned in simple chunky silver rings that draw your attention to his hands even more than if they were bare. they do nothing but accentuate the sheer size of his hands. they’re veiny too.
❧ matsukawa is just big in every sense of the word and he knows it.
❧ he would have you gushing around his fingers in minutes. he loves how you cream so prettily for him as you beg for him to give you more. all it takes is a single finger of his to bring you to the edge and another to send you over it.
— t. hanamaki
❧ hanamaki’s hands are on the smaller side with nice slim fingers.
❧ does nothing to take care of them, but they’re completely unblemished nonetheless. it makes absolutely no sense and is unfair in your mind.
❧ his hands are abnormally warm, but he uses that to his advantage to catch you off guard when he slips them under the hem of your shirt as he comes up behind you. you can’t help but slump back against his chest as his hands move up your sides to palm at your breasts, drawing moans from you as he begins to toy with your nipples.
— k. kyoutani
❧ to be honest, i don’t even thirst for kyo, but oh god his hands?
❧ not pretty in the typical sense.
❧ he gets into fights a lot so they’re bruised with his large knuckles tinged red. heavily calloused. big and rough.
❧ you wrap them in bandages following each of his fights. it’s exhausting to see him injured so often, but you know kyoutani does what he wants. he won’t voice it, but he doesn’t enjoy seeing you worried about him, he thinks as he caresses your cheek. his hand dwarfs the entire side of your face as his thumb dips in between your lips to part them open for you to suck.
- warning: very suggestive. nsfw. appreciation for nice thighs.
- tagging: @tetsukei because she planted the idea of yam’s thighs into my brain
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- t. yamaguchi
❧ blushy baby!!
❧ yamaguchi goes beet-red when you drag the pads of your fingertips across the tops of his thighs.
❧ he gets so shy about how sensitive he is, it’s so sweet.
❧ makes you wanna ruin him.
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yamaguchi sits ramrod straight as your head lies in his lap. he attempts to ignore how you’re mindlessly tracing random shapes into the bare skin of his thighs and instead focus on the movie you’re watching. he knows it’s a movie you’ve been dying to see ever since it came out on netflix, but yamaguchi has absolutely no clue what’s happening right now.
heat floods his cheeks and his grip on the bowl of popcorn you’re sharing tightens until his knuckles go white.
“dashi?” you call out to him. “you okay?” he tilts his head down, meeting your concerned gaze. your movements haven’t ceased, the feather-light touch of your fingers against his skin has yamaguchi swallowing the sudden lump forming in his throat.
“e-everything’s fine,” he squeaks out, face darkening to a lovely red hue as he miserably fails to convince you that nothing is amiss. he places the bowl down on the table in front of you and shifts his legs the slightest bit to alleviate the tension he’s feeling. you lift your head, allowing him to move around before placing your head down once more.
“you’re blushing ‘dashi,” you comment. he stiffens as you state the obvious. you sit up, settling beside yamaguchi who looks like he’s already nearing his breaking point. his hands are balled into fists, resting at his side as he avoids your heated gaze, hoping that he can somehow think of a reasonable excuse as to why he looks like he’s about to explode. you lean in until your lips ghost against the shell of yamaguchi’s ear and drag the blunt edges of your nails along his thighs, nearing the bottom hem of his shorts. “you’re sensitive, aren’t you?” you say it as if it’s a fact rather than a question. you already know the answer, looking down to see the outline of yamaguchi’s half-hard dick through the material of his athletic shorts.
“y-yeah,” he admits, in a sweet, shy tone that makes you want to eat him up right then and there. yamaguchi’s startled when you begin to slink to the ground, settling in the space in between his open legs. there’s a dangerous gleam in your eyes as you spread yamaguchi’s legs open further for you.
“mhm, don’t be shy about it ‘dashi,” you hum, smoothing your hands over the expanse of his thighs, causing a hitch in his breath. “i think it’s hot,” you breathe out against yamaguchi’s skin. your hands are relentless in their exploration of his thighs, dipping underneath the bottoms of his shorts. you look up at yamaguchi, your heated gaze pinning him to his spot. he quietly moans when you nip at his thigh, eliciting a large grin from you.
“let me take care of you baby.”
- k. sakusa
❧ sakusa doesn’t acknowledge how sensitive his thighs are.
❧ doesn’t think it’s important.
❧ will deny their sensitivity if you comment on it.
❧ the pretty noises he makes says otherwise.
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“s-shit.”
you tilt your chin, resting your head against sakusa’s bare thigh, and look up at your boyfriend from the space you’ve carved out for yourself in between his legs.
“what was that omi?” you bat your eyelashes at him, eyebrows knitting together in faux concern. the twitching of the corners of your lips assures sakusa that you’re toying with him right now. his thigh flexes instinctively as you trace deliberate circles into the thigh you’re not laying your head on. you don’t bother to hide your grin anymore, reveling in the feeling of sakusa straining underneath your touch.
“nothing,” he grits out between his teeth. he’s not going to admit to you how sensitive his thighs are, knowing how much you’d fucking tease him with that knowledge. instead, he tugs at your hair, placing a hand on the back of your head and guiding you closer to his clothed cock.
you break away from his touch, wrapping a loose hand around his wrist and moving it off to rest near his side. “i don’t think that was nothing, omi,” you say with a teasing lilt in your voice. your eyes swim with mischief as you smile just enough to reveal the sharp edges of your teeth. you dig and drag your nails into the pale flesh of sakusa’s thigh, provoking a repressed grunt from him. “that certainly doesn’t sound like nothing, does it?” you cease the movement of your hands, granting sakusa a momentary reprieve. it’s short-lived as you replace the blunt edges of your nails with the plushness of your lips, mouthing at his thighs, nipping and soothing reddened skin with a swirl of your tongue.
sakusa doesn’t bother to repress his groans any longer and threads his fingers into your hair, tugging you closer to him. this time, you allow him to as you continue to mark his previously unblemished skin, staining it with splotches of red. he feels the reverberations echo throughout his body as you hum and press kisses along his inner thighs.
sakusa scoffs when you say, “sound so pretty, omi,” while licking a fat strip along the curves of his flexed thighs.
your expression is dripping with lust as you murmur “gonna look even prettier when i’m done with you.”
❧ he wraps his fingers together with athletic tape whenever he plays volleyball.
❧ his fingers are mhmm a crime tbh. they’re long and skinny. his knuckles are super prominent and his hands are just kind of bony as a whole.
❧ and he knows how to use them.
❧ tsukki crooks his fingers at just the right angle so that they barely graze against your g-spot. he knows exactly what he’s doing when you attempt to grind down further on his fingers, whining for him. you’re on the verge of tears, frustrated with how close you are, but it’s just not enough stimulation for you to get off. he wants to hear you beg him to let you cum and once he’s had his fun teasing you, tsukishima’s fingers speed up, hitting your g-spot with pinpoint accuracy until you’re gushing around him. his fingers don’t stop moving even after you cum. tsukishima won’t be content until you’re crying from the overstimulation.
— t. yamaguchi
❧ my sweet boy. his hands are normally soft.
❧ they’re bigger than average, but not overly-so.
❧ they can get kind of clammy because he gets so nervous sometimes. you can tell they’re getting clammy when he begins to wipe them onto his pants every few seconds. he gets embarrassed by it which just makes it worse.
❧ he’ll get blushy if you make him compare hand sizes with you. you already know his hand dwarfs your own, but you live for the way his ears turn red when you comment on the size difference and just how big they are.
❧ yams is so cute, he’ll interlace your fingers together while he’s fucking your brains out.
❧ you’re just a mess below him, babbling about how it feels so good and how you love him so much as he continues to thrust into you. he loves when you turn stupid from his cock, thinks it’s adorable, truly. he dips his head to press a wet kiss into your neck as his hand tangles with yours.
— s. hinata
❧ it’s not unusual to see his hands bruised up with small cuts littering the backside of them. when you ask about why they’re bruised, he sheepishly tells you about how it’s from hitting the ball hard one too many times. you’re just happy he didn’t get hit in the face again. he has no clue how his hands got cut up though, he’s so clueless sometimes.
❧ you lecture him while wrapping small little bandages on the cuts so they don’t get infected.
❧ his hands always find their way to yours. it’s not something he’s even conscious of. he’ll be talking to someone and his hands will just search around until he can lace his fingers with yours.
— t. kageyama
❧ kags has really nice hands.
❧ i don’t think he’s aware of just how nice they are. he takes super good care of them and just thinks that everybody else does the same.
❧ his hands are medium-sized and his hands almost look dainty? in a way. they’re pretty, but it’s evident how strong they are when you watch him set.
❧ he moisturizes them often, but the pads of his fingertips tend to be a lil rough.
❧ he’s adorable !!!! he’s so stiff and awkward when he holds your hand. it takes him forever to relax into it.
— y. nishinoya
❧ similar to hinata, noya’s hands are quite frankly, a mess. splotches of deep purple splattered across the back of his hands.
❧ he doesn’t take care of them at all. noya’s mind moves so fast that he doesn’t really realize how bruised up his hands are until you bring it to his attention.
❧ his hands are so small, it’s adorable. it doesn’t bother him at all, he takes pride in every part of him, including his cute lil hands.
— s. daichi
❧ his hands are rough and heavily calloused.
❧ his hands are big and his fingers are thick.
❧ daichi is well-aware of how much you love his hands. even if you don’t voice it, he notices the way your eyes linger on them when he’s fiddling with a pen while filing out paperwork or drumming them against his desk as he works.
❧ awh he thinks it’s so cute how you shiver and let out a quiet moan for daddy when he kneads the soft flesh of your ass with his hands. he loves the contrast of how rough his hands are and how soft your skin is. thinks the way that the skin blooms red beneath him when he spanks you is oh so pretty.
— k. sugawara
❧ mhm fuck. suga’s hands are an actual crime. they’re not too big, but definitely not small. a perfect in between.
❧ he doesn’t do too much to take care of them, but he does enough.
❧ his hands aren’t quite as rough. his hands are so pretty, bordering on the side of dainty.
❧ his fingers are slim and slender.
❧ he knows how much you like his hands. you’re always telling him “koushi, your hands are so pretty, baby.”
❧ he wears a few rings - all gifted from you. a set of simple thin gold bands, nothing too flashy.
❧ when you’re good for him, he’ll reward you by letting you taste yourself on his fingers. he’s sweet like that and nothing gets the blood rushing to his cock faster than you wrapping your lips around his fingers and sucking on them as if it’s his dick in your mouth instead.
— a. asahi
❧ obviously his hands are big and his fingers are thick. they’re really warm too.
❧ they probably get clammy when he gets really nervous.
❧ he’s hyper aware of his size in general so he’s very cautious and gentle when he places his hands on your hips and runs them slowly up and down your side. he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you in any way.
— c. ennoshita
❧ his hands are firm.
❧ ennoshita is never rough with his hands but not gentle either. his movements are self-assured, his hands remain steady and unrelenting when he wraps them around your pretty marked up throat. he knows your limits well and never pushes too far past them. his hands are familiar with the contours of your neck, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your mind hazy with lust where the only thing you’re able to focus on is ennoshita’s grip on you.
— r. tanaka
❧ his hands are rough - pronounced callouses line his palm. his hands are also dry because he doesn’t believe there’s a need for hand lotion.
❧ his hands are abnormally warm. you think it’s because he’s constantly waving them around wildly as he and noya scheme.
❧ his hands are bare besides for the small minimalist tattoos he has on the back of his hands. he got them as a result of a bet, but they suit him well.
❧ his hands are always wandering. he just wants to be touching you at every moment and he doesn’t care where you two are. typically, his hands are on your ass no matter how often you swat them away.
— k. ukai
❧ keishin’s hands are large and worn. the contours of his palm are deep.
❧ he has a few prominent veins running along the backside of his palm even when he’s not flexing them. when he does flex them, whether it’s because he’s lifting boxes in the store or gripping at his clipboard too hard coaching, the veins become much more pronounced.
❧ there’s always a cigarette resting in between his index and middle finger.
❧ keishin’s hands are domineering, expecting you to bend to his will. you easily become pliant against him when he plays with your pretty lil pussy like he owns it. a cigarette in one hand while the other runs up and down your folds, collecting enough slick to rub against your clit causing you to moan for daddy’s cock.
— i. takeda
❧ takeda’s hands are covered in either chalk dust or pen ink from grading papers.
❧ his hands are so dry, please buy him some hand cream, he needs it desperately. he’s so cute, if you do give him some, he’ll carry it around with him and try to remember to use it, but he gets so caught with other things that he often forget, whoops.
❧ he’s just so cute, his movements get so nervous once he thinks his pump up speech for the team wasn’t as good as he thought it was.
❧ his hands dart every once in awhile to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose to keep them from falling off.
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iwaizumi lounging around in your shared apartment clad in only a pair of gray joggers that hang low enough around his hips that you can easily make out the wisps of dark hair that trail off beneath the band of them. fresh out of the shower, his hair’s still damp, and water droplets cling to his bare chest, slowly making their descent along the crevices and contours of his well-sculpted body.
you’re nearly drooling, it should be a crime for someone to be as attractive as iwaizumi is, but you’re more than happy to admire the parts of him that are on display for your viewing pleasure. dark reddened marks haphazardly litter the expanse of iwaizumi’s otherwise unblemished neck and a swell of pride blooms within your chest looking at your handiwork. your eyes trace over every inch of iwaizumi until they land on the space right beneath his waistband. his joggers do nothing to hide the outline of his cock. if anything, the thin material draws even more attention to it, making it difficult to tear your eyes away.
you’re openly ogling iwaizumi, but you’re not too worried about getting caught, he’s too preoccupied with doing something on his phone to notice you.
iwaizumi can feel your heated gaze boring into him, but if you’re not going to speak up and voice what he knows you want, he’s going to feign ignorance and pretend that he doesn’t notice how you’re practically undressing him with your eyes. only good babies get what they want, after all.
but iwaizumi knows it won’t be long until you cave in and seat your pretty little self on his lap, whimpering about how much you want him. you have to work for it, and iwaizumi won’t touch you in the way that you crave for him to if you don’t behave.
maybe after you make a mess on his thigh, iwaizumi will consider whether or not you deserved to be fucked.
iwaizumi spreading you open and pushing your knees until they’re pressed against your chest as he fucks you, rolling his hips languidly so you can feel the contours of his cock. you’re gushing and clenching around him while your eyes are transfixed on the glinting gold chain around iwaizumi’s neck that has your initials on it. his forearms rest around your head, caging you in, as the chain swings in your face every time iwaizumi thrusts. he groans when he realizes you’ve gone stupid on him, your fingernails digging crescents into his shoulders and your glassy eyes loosely focused on the chain around his neck that signifies he’s yours.
— note: there’s something about how big wakatoshi is that makes my brain short circuit. again miss mela inspired me !! @miitsukai
— ft. ushijima wakatoshi
— warning: cursing. minor timeskip spoilers. nsfw. discussion of nudes. male masturbation.
— w. ushijima
❧ ushijima is most likely ignorant of the practice of sending nudes / explicit videos. honestly, who can blame him? the man eats, breathes, sleeps volleyball. he has two priorities in his life: volleyball and you
❧ ushijima does not date for the sake of dating. okay, well he’s actually never dated anyone since he was much too focused on volleyball to give relationships any thought in his youth. that is until, you come into the picture
❧ it may be subtle to others, but ushijima is sure that you are the love of his life. you are it for him, and he intends for your relationship to last
❧ moving on, you’re going to have to be the one to initiate the idea of sending nudes to one another. you want to make sure you don’t accidentally cross any boundaries with wakatoshi, and you know if you dance around the topic, he’ll never get what you’re trying to say
❧ when you bring it up to him, he’s confused. why would either of you send photos or videos of an explicit nature when you live together and could just fuck instead? so you have to explain to ushijima that you get lonely when he has volleyball matches that force him to be away from home for more than a few days. you two honestly fuck pretty regularly. all the stress of being a pro-athlete needs to be released somehow <3
❧ so being away from one another for up to a week is a lot when you’ve grown accustomed to your boyfriend fucking your brains out every other day
❧ “if you masturbate while you’re at an away game, i want you to send me a video of it.” the vulgarity of your words does little to affect ushijima, who is mentally digesting your request. he meets your eyes and nods, telling you that he’ll do so, and that’s the end of the conversation
❧ by the time ushijima has left for another away game, the thought of your discussion regarding nudes and explicit videos has slipped your mind. you’ve been so preoccupied with other tasks that you completely forget about your request for wakatoshi. ushijima on the other hand has not
❧ so when you’re mindlessly scrolling through your newsfeed and open up messages to see what wakatoshi has texted you, you’re shocked to see a video attachment of his dick just out. heat crawls up your neck as you’re reminded of what you had asked of your boyfriend a few weeks prior
❧ you attempt to gather your composure once more before clicking on the video to watch. ushijima is relatively quiet, you can just barely make out his soft pants through the phone. he’s holding the phone at a decent angle. you’re able to see that he’s completely nude, your eyes trail down his defined abdominal muscles, appreciating how wakatoshi is literally built like a god, before making their way down to his cock
❧ just like every other part of wakatoshi, his dick is huge. only his hand could wrap completely around the shaft of it while yours could only dream of coming close to being able to do so. ushijima does not bother to slowly build up to his orgasm
❧ he values efficiency, and the speed at which his hand is moving up and down his cock is evident of that. the veins in his arm and hand are pronounced as he continues to drag his hand from the base to the head of his dick over and over again
❧ strained grunts and muffled curses fill the air as ushijima bucks up into his fist, one, two, three times before cumming all over his hand with a harsh exhale
❧ no words are spoken as the video abruptly cuts off soon after. exiting the video, you see that wakatoshi has sent you a follow up text - “i hope this is what you wanted.”
❧ you decide that ushijima deserves a nice reward for sending you that video, opening the camera app to film a quick video of your own
