#celeste.scribs

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.

“cum for me, pretty girl,” iwaizumi demands.

and who were you to disobey your daddy?

— 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.”

— t. oikawa 

❧ 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.