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You stare blankly at the ceiling. Your boyfriend's face appears in your head—so vivid you're almost certain it's a mild hallucination. You want to cry… but the sound of dramatic sobbing next to you catches your attention first.
Oikawa rolls over on the bed, hugging his pillow as he sobs profusely.
“Hajimeee~” he whines.
You sigh, get up, sit next to him, and gently pat his shoulder.
“Tooru, stop crying. I miss Hajime too.”
Oikawa immediately turns around, his eyes red and nose running, and hugs you tightly.
“RIGHT?!” he says quickly. “At least we have each other!”
He kisses your cheek—one, two, three times—until you laugh and push his face away.
“Enough,” you protest with a chuckle.
Oikawa grins. “Nope. It's a coping mechanism.”
And somehow, the longing feels a little lighter. You were still wrapped in each other's arms when an idea suddenly popped into your head.
“Hey… let's video call him,” you said softly.
Oikawa immediately stiffened. He looked up, hesitant.
“Now…? What if we bother him? Hajime always gets mad when I call him out of the blue.” he complained.
You chuckled, then kissed his cheek briefly.
“I’m his princess,” you said lightly. “He won’t get mad.”
Oikawa was silent for a moment, then sighed resignedly. He really had no objection.
You are their princess.
You got up from the bed, but Oikawa remained clinging to you tightly, his weight almost making you fall back down.
“It’s heavy. I’m need to get my laptop first.” you protested.
“Ugh… fine,” he muttered reluctantly, though his arms still refused to let go of you completely.
Once you managed to free yourself, you grabbed your laptop and turned it on. Once back on the bed, you sat between Oikawa’s legs. He immediately hugged you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder, as if afraid you'd run away again.
"If he gets mad, you're the one responsible." he whispered.
You smiled as you opened the video call app.
"Deal."
You pressed the video call button and waited, your heart pounding.
Then, the call connected.
The face you'd missed most appeared on the screen. His hair was a little messy, his expression tired, but he was still as handsome as ever.
"Hajime!" you both called.
His stern face immediately softened when he saw the two of you. The corners of his lips lifted, a small smile reserved only for you both.
"Hey there, babes," he said quietly. "Why are you calling all of a sudden?"
You bit your lip, hesitating slightly.
"Am I bothering you...?"
Iwaizumi stared at you for a moment longer, then sighed as if resigned to the inevitable.
"Never," he replied firmly. "Does my princess miss me?"
"Yes!" you replied without hesitation. “Miss you, Hajime.”
“M-me too!!” Oikawa immediately interrupted.
Iwaizumi laughed softly, sounding satisfied.
“Yeah?” he said. “Good.”
“Hajime, are you on break?” you asked softly.
“Hmm?” He glanced to the side of the screen briefly, then looked back at you.
“Yeah. Just finished my lunch.”
“Hajimeee,” Oikawa leaned closer to the camera, his voice exaggeratedly spoiled. “You miss us???”
Iwaizumi chuckled softly, shaking his head slightly.
“Of course,” he replied without hesitation. “I miss you guys. So much.”
Oikawa’s lips curled into a mischievous smile, a wicked idea beginning to form in his mind. He glanced at you. “We miss your cock too, Hajime... don’t we, princess?”
Your cheeks heated. “Eh?”
Iwaizumi’s smile widened into a grin, his eyes darkening with curiosity. “Oh? Is that so?” he teased, leaning closer to the camera, his defined jawline and handsome face filling the screen.
Oikawa took that as a green light, gently squeezing your breasts as he leaned in to whisper in your ear.
“Let’s show him how much you miss him too. Show him what he’s missing out on.”
You bit your lower lip, nodding slowly.
Your back was against Oikawa, legs spread wide and facing the laptop camera. The bright screen illuminated your heated face and your glistening pink pubic folds, exposed for Hajime to enjoy. Your chest heaved with anticipation, your nipples stiffening beneath the thin fabric of your t-shirt as Tooru’s muscular arms wrapped around you from behind.
“Look how wet she is, Hajime. I haven’t even touched her yet, and she’s dripping like this.” He slowly ran his finger along your wet slit, collecting your fluids, before holding it up to the camera.
Iwaizumi licked his lips. He ran to the restroom as soon as you took off your panties.
“Such a naughty girl, always so hungry for more. Tooru’s cock isn’t enough to satisfy you, hmm?” he teased, a smirk playing on his lips as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick, hard cock. He stroked it slowly, the thick veins and swollen head clearly visible, just inches from the camera.
You moaned loudly as Oikawa’s finger penetrated your wet vagina, your soft, smooth walls spasming greedily around the entry.
“Ahhh... yes...” you moaned, your back arching from Tooru's chest as he began to move his fingers in and out of your vagina.
Iwaizumi groaned, jerking his large cock while watching you on camera.
"Fuck, look at you, so desperate for it. Such a naughty slut. Tooru, play with her nipples too. She likes it."
Oikawa smiled, his fingers relentlessly attacking your wet intimate area. At Iwaizumi's command, he pulled your thin t-shirt up, exposing your bare breasts to the cool air and the camera's hungry gaze. Your nipples immediately hardened.
His large hands gently cupped your heaving breasts, kneading their flesh. His thumbs and index fingers pinched and rolled your stiff nipples, sending waves of pleasure shooting straight to your core.
You could only moan uncontrollably, your head falling back onto Oikawa's shoulder as he continued his sensual assault.
Your hips bucked, grinding against his hand as he added a third finger, pumping them into your convulsing vagina rapidly. The sounds were wet and lewd, mixed with your increasingly loud moans and cries of pleasure.
“Ohhh... ahhh... Tooru! Hahh... Hajime!” You moaned. Your vagina spasmed and quivered around his intrusive fingers, drawing him in deeper as your orgasm approached.
Iwaizumi moaned loudly, stroking his large cock with quick, rough movements. “That’s it, moan for us, princess. Let me hear how much you love having your pussy played with.”
Oikawa kissed your lips, swallowing your moans as he pinched and pulled your nipples, twisting and plucking at the sensitive buds. His fingers relentlessly attacked your intimate area, plunging in and out, curving to touch that special spot inside you that made your toes curl.
You could feel his hard, thick cock throbbing and twitching against your back. He ground himself against you.
“Cum for us, princess.”
Your back arched sharply as a scream erupted from your throat. Your vagina tightens and twitches around Oikawa's thrusting fingers. Your body convulses, fluids overflowing and gushing powerfully, wetting his hand and spraying onto the laptop screen. Oikawa also climaxes with his penis still covered by his pants.
Hajime growls, his hand moving rapidly over his thick shaft. With one final stroke, he throws his head back and lets out a moan of pleasure, his cock throbbing and quivering as he ejaculates. Glistening threads of cum shoot from the tip, staining the camera lens and giving you a close-up view of his orgasm.
The three of you sit in silence, taking deep breaths and calming down after your climax. Iwaizumi grabs a tissue off-screen and quickly cleans himself up, though his erection has begun to soften but still looks impressive. He hides himself and straightens his clothes before returning to the camera, his handsome face filling the entire frame.
“Break time is over, unfortunately. I have to get going now. But I wanted to say... I love you both. So fucking much,” Iwaizumi says.
Your heart fluttered at his words, a warm feeling spreading through your chest. You glanced at Oikawa, seeing the same gentle expression on his face as he looked back at you. Together, you turned your attention to the screen, staring at the man holding both your hearts in his hands.
“We love you too, Hajime.”