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#i love dilf iwa next question
haiq-ality · 3 years
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I have some soft Dilf Iwa thoughts mainly body worship sjckh
He seems like the kinda guy that would absolutely worship your body and the ground you walk on, making sure to prep you to the max because he knows you won't be able to take him without pain otherwise :(( kissing you all over, making sure to pay extra attention to all your sensitive spots, and praising you for how good you are for him. He would also be the kinda guy to just stay in between your legs for ages, making sure you cum from his mouth before he even thinks of getting himself off :(( also loves it when you do the same to him, and he adores it when you get all soft and sensual together especially after a long day at work.
His aftercare?? Immaculate. Holds you so close and so gentle, rubs all the sore spots until you're completely relaxed, praising you and telling you how much he loves you :'(( I just love Dilf Iwa so much TvT
oh my god ohhhhh my GOD FELIX??? YOUR MIND????
Dilf Iwa is the standard for men. He's kind, respectful, considerate, and not to mention devastatingly attractive with the beginnings of fine lines around his eyes and salt and pepper in his hair. Age has treated him well. He's still fit, still big, but now has a certain softness about him that comes from years off the court. That's not to say he isn't a gym junkie, because he very much is - going in early for a morning workout or after midnight when he can't sleep.
It's during one of these midnight trips that he meets you. It's a bit obvious you're new to the gym scene with the the lack of muscle mass you possess and the way you eye the equipment with wariness. Naturally, being a seasoned athletic trainer and Grade A gentleman, Iwaizumi approached you with the intention of helping you. At least that's what he tries to tell himself.
Of course, it's a bit hard to keep up that line of thought while he's balls deep, pounding you from behind at a pace that steals your breath away and leaves you a mewling, whimpering mess.
Your tiny gym shorts are bunched around your ankles and Iwaizumi holds both of your wrists between one of his large, calloused hands. The other is busy pressing against your abdomen, pulling you closer, deeper, with every thrust. He swears he can feel himself in you - he's not going to lie, he's addicted to it.
You're currently in front of the giant mirror wall the gym possesses. It seems the only thing currently keeping you upright is Iwa's bruising grip on you; if not for his hold you would be a boneless pile of goo on the floor beneath you. You're the only two in the gym, where the staff is is anyone's guess but quite honestly you couldn't give a shit if you tried. Not with the way the man behind you was wrecking your guts.
It feels like the two of you had been at it for hours now. You weren't complaining though with how you're so thoroughly fucked out. Iwaizumi is undoubtedly better than any man you've ever bedded before and your incoming orgasm - your fifth of the night - is more than enough proof.
As you approach you climax, fluttering and squeezing Iwaizumi's cock in a vice grip, he pulls your back flush against his chest, puts his lips to your neck and sucks. You watch the way he bites you like some sort of feral animal and see your own blissed out expression in the mirror in front of you.
It's no surprise that the two of you reach your peak together less than a second later.
As you said, Iwaizumi is also an aftercare King. He's definitely the type to massage your muscles, grabbing a damp towel to clean you up, then asking if you feel alright. Truthfully you feel better than alright, and you let him know. The smile you get in return is blinding.
As the two of you finally get dressed and leave the gym, passing an obviously red desk clerk who refuses to meet your eyes, he turns to you once more. Gone is the confident sex god from earlier, and in his place a timid Hajime stands with an awkward blush on his cheeks and a hand on the back of his neck like he hadn't just fucked your brains out less than an hour prior.
"So I uh, was wondering... would- would you like to go get coffee? with me? we could watch the sun rise?"
A quick glance at your watch tells you it was, in fact, almost dawn. You feel a smile coming on at his sudden shyness.
"Yeah. I'd like that a lot."
Iwaizumi is the standard for men, yes. But that day he earned another title - "yours".
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