#no matter how you approach it i think you'd just end up with. functionally completely different characters

[commsroom]

Weird question Wednesday (I hope it’s still Wednesday-)

How might Hera be different if she were a man? (Conversely, how might Eiffel be different if he were a woman?)

hm. i've been thinking about this, so i'm afraid it is now weird question wsunday, but. i'm not sure? like, i think gender is such an individual thing, and such a complex interaction of personal and social factors, that any answer i could give to this feels either essentialist, or like it relies on too many other assumptions.

what this is making me realize is how much hera and eiffel both feel like very gendered characters to me (albeit very differently)? which isn't to say there couldn't be similar characters of different genders, just that how they're treated and how they behave would come across differently if not for their specifically gendered experiences.

hera has to fight for recognition of her gender, and that would be true no matter what, but what i really connect with in her is that she is a woman who has to navigate the impossible social bind of being treated as a woman without fully being seen as one. the way she's expected to present herself for others, knowing she'll be degendered and dehumanized if she steps out of line; her hyperawareness of her self-perception and how it's at odds with the way others see her; her constant vigilance both in terms of social and physical danger, etc. are all such major parts of how she navigates the world, and feel so intrinsically tied to transmisogyny to me that it's impossible to separate from my understanding of her.

on the other hand, eiffel feels very cis to me. he has a particular type of ignorance that stems from comparative privilege, and especially the privilege of not needing to consider how privileged you are. he is not at all self-reflective about his identity, but even if he thought about it, i think he'd still decide he was a guy. he perceives himself as a guy, he has some attachment to that, but it's not so much of how he sees himself that it starts to feel like compensation, which is like... to me, the most cis you can possibly seem. and narratively speaking, a lot of things about eiffel's life and behavior (and particularly the type of behavior being called out in shut up and listen) would just not have the same implications if he was anything other than a cis man.

[gyoobies]

Done Waiting

Pairing: Doyoung x Fem Reader (mentions of Jungwoo)

Genre: Smut, established poly relationship

Warnings:  Minors DNI, squirting, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap folks!) slight Dom behavior

Summary: Tired of waiting on Doyoung to make a move, you take matters into you own hands and play right into his.

Let’s play a game...is it proofed? 🤷‍♂️ have fun figuring it out!✌

Takes place after “The Way The Universe Works”

You wanted him, and as painfully obvious as it was to you, it was definitely not registering with your boyfriend. For fucks sake how could sifting flour be so damn sexy?!  You watched intensely as his fingers expertly kneaded the dough, imagining his fingers were gripping your ass just as firmly. You listened as he grunted with effort as he finished kneading the dough, ending with a sigh that sent a shiver down your spine and straight to your pussy. He had to know what he was doing to you, sleeves rolled up, forearms and hands covered in flour, on full display for you to drool over.

You definitely weren't lacking a sex life, your other boyfriend made sure of that, but even he was baffled that Doyoung hadn't fucked you once since your relationship started. Completely lost in your thoughts, you missed when Doyoung asked you a question.

 "Baby? Did you hear me?"

"Huh?" 

"I asked if you're ok?" Doyoung said as he approached you.  

You couldn't function with him coming toward you, looking like he'd walked out of a wet dream, specifically your wet dream. The look in his eyes as he finally stood in front of you made your heart race. 

"What's my baby staring at so intensely?" He said as he cupped your face and ran his thumb over your cheek, letting out a hum as he did so. 

"So pretty" He whispered just before leaning in to kiss you. 

You wanted him before, but now you needed him, desperately. Doyoung began to slowly pull away, but you quickly pulled him back causing him to smile against your lips. After kissing him for just a bit longer you felt him begin to pull away again. You wanted to pull him back in, but you also didn't want to seem desperate, even though you were. Too proud to beg, so you sat there horny and disappointed as he walked back over to the counter.  You watched as he separated the dough into pans and covered them to let them rise 

"Well, we've got some time to kill while we wait." Holding his hand out for you to take, the two of you left the kitchen and headed to his bedroom. Taking a seat at the foot of his bed he began to scroll on his phone, and you couldn't help but to grow even more frustrated than you already were. If he wasn't going to make a move you would. You stood in front of Doyoung and gently ran your fingers through his hair with one hand and tossed his phone to the side with the other.  He smirked at you as he leaned back onto his forearms. 

"Hmmm, finally want me bad enough to stop waiting for me to make a move? You were very patient, I'm impressed, although I'm sure if it wasn't for Jungwoo you'd have broken a long time ago." He said  as he gazed up at you with a smirk.

"Wow, you're evil."

"No, I just wanted you to want me." He said as he watched you pull your dress over your head revealing a blue lace panty & bra set.

"Blue, my favorite color. It must be my lucky day."

"It's always blue when we're together, from the first time you told me what your favorite color was." You confessed.

His dick twitched, now knowing you had been wearing blue underwear just for him every time you were together in hopes he'd get to see it. He sat up from his previous position to pull you down to straddle him.

"So pretty." He hummed against your neck as he moved up toward your jaw leaving love bites in his wake. You ran your fingers through his dark locs, gasping when he nipped you a little harder than before. 

"What do you mean by you wanted me to want you?" You questioned, thinking back to his earlier statement. 

"Maybe a better description would be crave. I wanted you to crave me.  If you'd had us both already, do you think you'd be this desperate for me?"

"Yes" 

Taking pause, Doyoung reached up to grab your chin forcing you to look into his eyes.

"You think so?"

"I know so, I've 'craved' you from the first time we met. I've given myself to you a million times, in a million ways since the first time we kissed."

He didn't know what he was expecting you to say, but he definitely wasn't expecting you to confess to basically fantasizing about him so often. He was flattered to say the least.

"You're blushing!" You giggled. "It's almost like you don't know how sexy you are." You said as you pushed at his shoulders, a request for him to lay back. "Did you forget that I flirted with you first?"

You felt Doyoung's hands creep up your thighs and take purchase on your ass, squeezing gently just like the dough you'd lustfully watched him knead earlier. "Was that what it was? Sure you weren't just trying to get rid of the creep that was hitting on you?" He smiled up at you brightly as he began to use his hands to  urge you to grind against him. 

"Well seeing as how you're the one that followed me that day, I didn't do a great job." You yelped at the sudden sting you felt on your ass when Doyoung slapped it.

"Such a sassy mouth, no wonder Jungwoo likes to stuff it." He said as he flipped you onto your back. Your eyes widened at the sudden change in power and the statement. 

You watched as Doyoung slowly unbuttoned his shirt. 

"What's wrong sweetie? Didn't think I knew about the things you do with Jungwoo?" He smirked.

"I didn't know you two talked about our bedroom activities, that's all."

"Bedroom? Now beautiful you and I both know the two of you rarely use a bedroom."

You  felt both embarrassed and aroused at his mocking statement, couple that with the sight of him slowly removing his belt and you couldn't hold the pathetic whimper that fell from your lips.

"Oh! Is my baby embarrassed? Or is she excited?" he said while running a hand up your inner thigh until his fingers made contact with the wet lace of your panties.

"Mmmm, I'll go with excited."

Doyoung stood from the bed to admire the full view of you as he completely undressed. He was everything you'd imagined and more. Broad shoulders, toned abs, a tiny waist, and a rock hard dick, you were almost drooling. Slowly stroking himself, he watched you practically devour him with your eyes. He couldn't resist a bit of taunting seeing how needy you were. 

" like what you see?"

"Love what I see actually. I had a feeling every inch of your body would be just as pretty as your face. Thank you for confirming."

"Thank me when I'm done." He said as he climbed back on the bed. He played with the waistband of your panties, so you lifted your hips to make it easier for him to remove them but Doyoung pinned your hips down and simply moved the delicate lace that barely covered your pussy to the side and gently began to rub your clit.

"Blue is my favorite." Is all he said as he leaned down to kiss you.

 One finger, then two, he slowly and expertly pumped them in and out of you while his thumb worked magic on your clit. You had always thought he'd be good with his hands and you were more than pleased to know you were correct. With every curl of his fingers you were pushed closer and closer to orgasm. You knew you were helplessly close, but had no idea how quickly you could reach climax until Doyoung trailed his lips from your neck to your breast. His soft lips wrapped around your nipple sucking it into his mouth as he curled his fingers one last time, hitting just the right spot and sending you spiraling, moaning his name and gripping his forearm so tightly there was sure to be a bruise.

"Good girl, you came all over my fingers, Just like you've been imagining all day."

You groaned at his statement. Had you been that obvious or was he just that observant?  Either way,  you felt a bit embarrassed and you weren't exactly sure why. You were never really shy when it came to your sexual desires, but there was just something about Doyoung, more specifically his bedroom aura that made you feel a little shy. You didn't have much time to dwell on these thoughts because Doyoung was not finished with you yet.

"So shy all of a sudden, no witty comebacks? No sass? Not going to tell me what to do like you tell Jungwoo?"

Now he was pushing it. He definitely could make you submit more than anyone ever had, but you were still you, and just because he knew all your dirty thoughts and deeds didn't give him a pass from your smart ass mouth.

"Aren't you tired of talking yet? I want you to fuck me Doey, but since you like to talk so much maybe phone sex would be better." 

He watched silently as you got up from the bed and headed toward the door. Just as you turned the knob, you were pushed up against it.  

"did you forget I have roommates or are you trying to show them what belongs to us?" He growled in your ear as he quickly removed your panties and turned you to face him. "You wanna be fucked so bad, as if Jungwoo isn't putting a hole in your mattress every other night. So fucking greedy." He whispered into your ear as he hooked his forearm under your leg to gain more access as he used the other hand to line himself up with your entrance.

"My mattress is fine, we rarely use a bedroom, remember?" You said mockingly. Doyoung simply smiled against your neck before slamming his dick inside you, effectively shutting you up. The first thrust was to shut you up, the bite that followed was to remind you who you belong to, but the sweet caress of your cheek was to let you know how much he cared for you. 

Chest to chest, cheek to cheek and yet you needed to feel more of him. Dropping your head, you trailed kisses from his shoulder to his neck before leaving your mark on him.

"Now we match, and everyone will know you're mine too." 

Doyoung moaned softly at your words before dropping your leg, and pulling out of you. Not given a moment to question why, you were already being guided to lay on his bed. 

Now it was your turn to stare. Your hungry gaze devoured every inch of him within your view as you watched him position himself above you. Doyoung kissed your nose as he opened your legs wide and pushed himself deep inside you. You gasped his name and he kissed you so gently that you were sure your body was melting. 

Deep, yet light and airy, Doyoung's moans were music to your ears. Once again he hooked his forearms under your knees and leaned into you, pushing your knees up to your chest. This new angle had you in a daze. Every slow deep thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through your entire body making your toes curl.

Doyoung's light breathy moans were now 

mixed with grunts, signaling how close he was getting. Pressing his forehead to yours, he looked you in the eyes and with that beautiful angelic smile said the words that would linger in your ears for days because of how it dripped with confidence.

 "I'm going to make you cum now." 

Doyoung lifted himself to his knees, firm hands on the back of your thighs as he pressed your knees further to your chest. He snapped his hips faster, and harder. You were sure there would either be a hole in the wall or a crack in his headboard by the time he was done with you. As badly as you wanted to hold eye contact with Doyoung as he continued to fuck you mercilessly, you just couldn't. You could feel your orgasm approaching threatening to break you at any moment, all it took was a quick peek at the man above you, head slightly tilted back giving you the perfect view of his beautiful neck, hair sticking to his forehead, bottom lip tucked between his teeth. He was just so damn sexy and you moaned at the sight causing him to bring his head forward to smile down at you. That smile is what did it, the smile you'd fallen for almost immediately the day you'd met him, was now the only thing you could visualize with your eyes closed as you came. Legs shaking, nails digging into his forearms, this was one of the most intense orgasms of your life and it felt like it lasted forever. Doyoung fucked you through it the entire time. Finally succumbing to his own climax, he pulled from your soaked pussy, painting your thighs with his release.

 You both laid there exhausted,  Doyoung's head resting on your breast as you played with his hair. He had begun to doze off until he heard you giggle.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Because I can't believe you made me squirt, I didn’t think I could, and I still can't believe Jungwoo tells you about our sex life"

"Are you embarrassed? We didn't think you'd mind since we're all in this relationship, but if..." You placed your hand over Doyoung's mouth to quiet him. "I don't mind, I actually find it kind of sexy."

"Good because I can't wait to tell him how you soaked the sheets." 

All you could do was groan and mentally prepare yourself to be fucked relentlessly by Jungwoo, no doubt he’d want to try to get you to squirt for him too.

[seita]

— better than (m.)

pairing : iwaizumi/reader

wordcount : 3.087

genre : fluff, smut, pwp

cw : college!au, athletic trainer!iwaizumi

tags : implied age gap (hes 27 reader is in college- age nkt specified. he's older tho), size kink, dom!iwa, pussy job (a lil bit), multiple orgasms, sensitivity kink (if u squint), squirting, fingering, creampie, aftercare.

note : this was just an excuse to write about how iwaizumi is better than any other boy <3 thank u to @toshisins for beta'ing this for me <3

+ summary : you're so tired of dumb college boys who hump and dump, with no stroke game, and can never even try to get you off. that is, until you meet 27 year old iwaizumi hajime.

When you first met Iwaizumi Hajime at the bar near your college campus, you noticed how good looking he was. Well, that was an understatement - he was tall, fit with tanned skin and a confident aura that made you weak in the knees.

You hadn't actually had the courage to approach him, however. Instead, you let some college boy buy you a cheap drink and take you home for some mediocre sex before kicking you out after not even 15 minutes of his reckless humping.

The second time you met him was at the same place. He was sitting at the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey that was almost empty. His back was to you and it gave you a wonderful view of his broad shoulders.

The mediocre lay from the last time you had been there attempted to chat you up again with false confidence, as if he had been the best fuck of your life. Naturally, you weren't having any of his bullshit - he tried to rub your clit like a scratch and sniff, forcing you to pry his hand away from it, there was no chance in hell you were giving him another second of your time. He definitely wasn't the type of guy who took rejection well, if not evident by the way he exploded and went off calling you a wide, colorful variety of names paired with numerous hurtful insults that had tears of humiliation filling your eyes.

“Hey now,” a smooth, deep voice had interrupted his very public spiel, “Don’t punish the girl for your own short comings, if she doesn't wanna fuck you again, don't you think that says more about your abilities as a man?”

The other man sputtered, muttering even more curses before storming out - probably not wanting to tussle with a guy who looked like he benched every second of his day.

There was something about Iwaizumi that just immediately had your heart skipping a beat over him. He was kind, a gentleman, and never seemed desperate or overbearing. He was confident and comfortable with himself and where he was in life.

You quickly learned that Iwaizumi was 27, almost 28 and worked as an athletic trainer so he traveled a lot.

For a while, your relationship seemed one sided with him. You'd text him and he’d reply but he rarely ever actually reached out to you. You tried flirting with him, asking him out for drinks, but it never seemed to pull him in.

It was frustrating. In basically no time at all, you had developed a stupid puppy dog crush on him. You felt like a middle school girl with a crush on a high school senior - like he was never going to give you the time of day. You were simply too young for him.

You eventually stopped trying with him, choosing to delete your message thread with him and continued on with your life.

You went through more college-boy hookups - all of them ending in disaster. Quite frankly, you were fed up with mediocre cock and being treated like shit when they were done with you. It wasn't a nice feeling, being kicked out after they didn't even bother trying to make you cum.

You couldn’t help but wonder what Iwaizumi would be like in bed. He was just so attractive, you knew he had gotten his dick wet more times than he could count. He definitely seemed the type who preferred relationships over hookups.

That's when it occurred to you.

You pulled out your phone and scoured your contacts. It had been a couple weeks since you spoke but you couldn't resist bugging him just one last time. You opened a new message thread with him and quickly typed the question that was now plaguing your mind.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

It was the question that had changed the course of your relationship with him.

When you asked, it was like everything fell into place. Perhaps it finally relayed to him the interest you had. All that really mattered was the fact he suddenly began talking to you, starting conversations and even venturing into phone calls with you.

You lost all interest in those college boys you once hung out with and went home with to get laid. None of them made you feel the way Iwaizumi could with a simple text message. He was everything a girl could ask for and you were shocked he was single.

Which was why you were quick to ask him on a date, not caring if it made you look desperate -- you practically were. You would be damned if he went off the market while you were busy beating around the bush.

Going on a date with Iwaizumi was like a dream. You were so used to dates at sleazy bars for a couple of drinks just so they could hurry up and take you home for a quick fuck.

Iwaizumi took the time to take you on several dates -- dinner, movies, walks around town to obscure shops he thought you might like, before it finally led to the bedroom.

You had never been nervous with sex but with Iwaizumi it was different. The routine was dumb college boys who usually fawned over your tits for a few minutes before their hard ons became the center of their brain function.

You found yourself completely bare on his bed as he stood at the foot, fully clothed. The way his eyes raked across your body like a lion eyeing its next, delicious meal had you curling in on yourself shyly.

His lips quirked up as your arms came across your breasts, shielding them from his predatory gaze, “Oh now, you know better than that, don’t you? What kind of good girl hides herself, hm? Acted so eager for my cock all this time, now you wanna be shy?”

You gasp, cheeks flushing hot as you register his words -- he’d known you wanted him that badly all this time?

He clicks his tongue, “You didn’t think you were subtle did you? Bet you would have done anything to get your paws on my dick when I got off work early the other day, hm? Showed up at your apartment...you were starin’ real hard at me, I’m right aren’t I?”

You think that to that day, lashes fluttering against your cheeks at the memory. He was wearing loose gray sweats and a muscle tank top that showed his biceps flexing with every movement he made. Your eyes had immediately been drawn, however more down to his crotch instead. Where you could clearly see the outline of his cock through the material.

You had stuffed your little fingers in your cunt for hours that night, thinking about how big he looked -- even soft, couldn’t imagine if he was hard.

“Ah, there you go again,” he muses, snapping you out of your haze, “Maybe if you ask real pretty for me, I’ll give you just what you want.”

“Please,” you immediately gasp, “Want you so much Hajime, i-it hurts. Can’t stop thinkin’ about you…”

“It hurts?” he huffs, finally reaching up to pull his shirt off, leaving you to ogle his pecs and defined abs, which flex as he works on removing his jeans, “Needy little cunt hurts ‘cause you don’t have a nice, fat cock stuffing it full? Such a dramatic little baby. I just know your phone is full of some little college boys’ numbers...why don’t you give them a call?”

You shake your head, “Don’t want them! I just know they’re not as good as you, Hajime, please...please make me cum, I'll do anything?”

“Aw, those idiot little boys don’t know how to make a pretty girl like you cum, is that it?” he asks, climbing onto the bed, making the mattress dip beneath you as he slots himself between your thighs.

“No,” you pout, letting him spread your legs, hands under your knees to open you up to his greedy gaze.

“So compliant with me, you just need a real man to get you off, huh?” he smiles when you nod, “Don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of you.”

Oh, you knew. Just from the way he moved his hips against yours, parting your folds so the head of his cock glided from your clenching little hole, dragging your slick up to your clit -- you just knew that he knew what he was doing.

As you looked between your legs, you felt yourself gush at the sight. His cock was so big, long and fat, drooling precum over your slick little slit, making a mess. He wrapped his fist around his length, making you whimper as his fingers couldn’t even wrap around the girth of him. He slapped his cock against your cunt, groaning at the strings of your slick that clung to him.

“Such a messy cunt,” he sighs, making sure to spank your clit with the head of his cock, laughing breathlessly when your thighs jumped in response to the sudden stimulation, “So fucking eager for me, aren’t you?”

“Uhuh,” you sigh, arching your hips, “Want you to fuck, please, Hajime, need it so bad.”

Much to your dismay, he shakes his head, “Can’t just put it in, pretty baby,” the pet name makes you whimper, “It’ll hurt too much, want you to feel good, yeah?”

“I can handle it,” you breathlessly reassure, canting his hips upward once more to drag your clit against that ridge on the crown of his cock, “Jus’ put it in…”

He doesn’t respond this time but still makes no move to put his cock inside. You’re distracted, however, by the way he now focuses on playing with your clit. Using his cock, he drags the underside across the hard little bud, slaps it once with the tip and before you know it your body is seizing up and you cum.

You let out a string of curses, falling limp against the bed as he works you through the quick high.

“See, that was so easy,” he chuckles, “Those stupid little boys you’ve been letting screw you have no idea what they’re doing, do they? Little cunts so sensitive, I barely even had to do anything to make you cum.”

You’re still trembling when you come down, licking your lips as you give him a dopey little smile and a nod at his cooing. He can’t resist leaning down, and pressing his lips against yours almost desperately. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him in a deep kiss while his hand finds its way between your legs, two fingers sliding easily into your slick little cunt.

You moan into his mouth, “Hajime ah! ...please, make me cum again.”

“Fuck, you’re so desperate for me,” he hisses through his teeth, “Clenching around my fingers so tight. If I crook my fingers...right here...I bet you’ll just…”

As if on cue, his fingertips hook on your g-spot and you squeal, legs kicking out as you gush around his fingers. He bites his lip and continues to fuck his fingers against that spot, watching your eyes roll back, mouth falling open in a silent cry as you cum for the second time in mere minutes.

“Y-You’re so good, Hajime…” you praise softly, “Fuck, please, give me your cock now!”

He laughs and sits up properly again, pulling his fingers from your cunt. He examines them for a second, slick with your cum and streaks of cream covering the digits before he pops them into his mouth with a moan, savoring the taste of you.

“Alright, baby,” he sighs after pulling out his fingers with a pop!. He grips you beneath the knees again and scoots closer until his tip prods at your entrance. You shudder at the feeling, “Relax for me, pretty girl, let me in…”

Iwaizumi begins pushing in, letting out a soft groan as the head finally buries itself in your cunt. You squeal at the feeling, pulling your knees closer to your chest. The sound of you moaning and whimpering just from his head has him throbbing almost painfully against your tender cunt.

“Almost there…” he huffs, grinning at the sight of your eyes rolling back, “Ah, does that feel good?”

“Yes!” you cry out, “Biggest cock I’ve ever had…’s full…”

“Yeah, baby? It feels so good to finally get your cunt filled with a nice, big cock huh?” he laughs when you nod eagerly, “It’s alright, baby. You won’t have to deal with any mediocre college boys anymore, yeah? This cock’s all yours now…you hear that? All yours.”

Your hand flies down between your legs, finding your clit. He watches with lidded eyes as you circle the little bud and squeal, keeping his hips still to let you cum around his cock nice and hard like you need.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he hums, “Get yourself off, you know what you need...atta girl…”

You sigh happily at his praise, licking your lips and relax against the bed once more. He takes that as his hint that you were ready, pulling his hips back before roughly slamming back inside your sensitive cunt. It knocks the air from your lungs and you cry out, unable to hold back your noises as he fucks you senseless.

He uses his strength to keep you pinned, forcing your knees against your chest, leaving your cunt open and vulnerable to his pistoning cock. Iwaizumi is so big that the stretch burns every time he sinks back into you, the tip touching your cervix with every calculated thrust, making your entire body ache with the deep pain of it.

But it all feels so good, you’d never been fucked like that before. He knew exactly where to aim his cock, keeping his eyes fixed on your face to watch your reactions, gaze flicking down to where his cock stuffs your cunt full to watch you coat him in your cream whenever he grazes that sweet little spot deep inside you -- a spot no other man had ever tried to find before.

“Feel good?” he questions, though he knew the answer even before you cry it out.

“Ah, yes! Yes, yes, yes!” you sob, “I-It feels so good, Hajime! Fuck, you’re so good at fucking me! You make me feel like a virgin all over again!”

He grins, “Yeah, I know I am, baby.”

His cocky, confident response would have been a turn off with any other man, but with him -- it only made you moan. He had every right to be cocky, he knew just how to use his cock and it was exhilarating.

“You gotta cum again for me, pretty,” he pants, “Cum again, one more time, let go.”

Your throat burns from how much you scream for him, the messy noises coming from him fucking your sloppy cunt should be embarrassing -- you’ve never made such a mess before. You’ve never been so wet, creaming and gushing all the way down his balls.

He didn’t seem to mind, instead he seemed to only be turned on by it.

“I want you to squirt, can you do that for me? Make a pretty mess for me.”

You shake your head, “D-Don’t know how...Can’t.”

“Yes you can, baby,” he purrs, “I can make you, you know that I will.”

You didn’t but, you couldn’t help but nod -- immediately believing him and trusting him. He shifts his knees just slightly, changing his center of balance before his palm curls over your pubic bone, thumb effortlessly finding itself pressed against your clit.

The change in angle lets him hit your g-spot even more brutal than before. You’re immediately arching and crying out for him, eyes rolling back into your head as you feel your orgasm slam into you faster than you’d ever experienced.

Instead of slowing you down, he works you through it, keeping the same, animalistic pace and keeps his thumb pressed against your clit, the rough pad of his thumb has you ogling. If anything, the calloused hands of Iwaizumi proves to you how much of a real man he is, those college boys have nothing on him.

“Give it to me, c’mon,” he urges, clenching his teeth together from the effort it takes to keep going to this hard and fast pace.

“H-Haji…” you cut yourself off as you feel yourself get thrown over the edge again. This time, something feels different and you can’t help but sob, “Please! I-I’m gonna-!”

“That’s it, fuck!” he moans, pace stuttering when you squirt -- your cum splashing against his abs as you shudder and squeal, “Good fuckin’ girl, my good girl. Shit, where do you want me to cum?”

“I-Inside! Fuck, please! I need your cum!” you immediately sob, nails biting in his biceps where you reach out to grip him -- trembling and crying from overstimulation as he works towards his own high.

“You sure? Shit,” you nod, breathless pleas falling from your lips as he finally stills, spilling his load deep inside with a long, drawn-out groan.

Everything is still for a moment and then he’s pulling out with a hiss. You whine at the feeling of your cunt gaping, yearning for his cock again, as his cum leaks out.

He hums, “Sorry about that, let me get you cleaned up.”

You sigh, and close your eyes, trying to relax and let your body settle its trembling. He comes back and quietly works on cleaning the mess between your thighs.

“Alright, up you go,” he sighs, taking your arm and helping you to your feet. You whine and wobble for a second, making him laugh, “You good?”

“Y-Yeah…” you stumble a bit and lean against his dresser, looking for your discarded clothes.

He has his back to you as he strips his sheets. Suddenly, you feel shut out -- like you shouldn’t be there anymore.

He brushes past you to his closet, pulling out some fresh sheets. You feel silly, standing there naked while he gets ready for bed. You bend down and grab your panties, clumsily putting them on before moving to pick up your dress, where it’s crumpled on the floor.

“What’re you doing?” he laughs, “That won’t be comfortable to sleep in.”

“Huh?” you tilt your head to the side and he pauses fluffing his pillows.

“What...you didn’t think I was kicking you out, did you?” he asks and scoffs at the face you make.

“Well I...usually I…” you shift on your feet nervously and he frowns, walking up to you.

He cups your cheeks and makes you look at him, “Jesus, who have you been fucking?” he laughs and gently nudges you towards the bed, “Lay down before you fall over.”

Fighting back a smile, you do as you’re told and sit on the bed, watching as he puts on a fresh pair of sweats, waiting for him to join you. When he does, he immediately pulls you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Take a nap, and then we’ll take a shower.”

“It’s 11 at night, it wouldn’t be a nap,” you counter with a giggle.

“Well,” he sighs, “Take a shower in the morning then, and then we can go get breakfast, yeah?”

You smile and relax against him, “Sounds good.”

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