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—LUST II

NSFW: pornstars(hardcore, softcore, both)

Includes: Bokuto, Atsumu, Mattsun, Sakusa

cw: Twitter videos, poorly written smut

a/n: decided to make Atsumu’s just aftercare cause those damn videos took a toll on me ngl

aot version

—Bokuto; Softcore

#romantic, #solo, #lazyfuck

“Feel good, baby?” He smiled against your hair, moving his hips at a languid pace while pulling you closer to his body, wanting to feel every inch on your skin on his. The intensity of his thrust and his intoxicating scent sent you into a frenzy.

You could only whine and mewl into his chest as you eagerly nodded your head, clinging to him for dear life as his thick cock rubbed deliciously against your rigid walls. He felt so good, you could barely form any words as tears threatened to spill from the corner of your eyes.

For a moment, you both forgot all about the camera set up on coffee table. Only thing was on both of your minds was each other. Bokuto ran his hand from your waist to your clit and rubbed soft circles on the sensitive nub. You let out a moan, your cunt squeezing around him tighter, making him hiss at the feeling.

“Fuck yeah baby, keep squeezing me like that,” He pants, hips moving faster and rougher, he was no longer focused on dragging the pleasure out in a passionate love making session.

—Atsumu; Hardcore

#objectification(tw: asphyxiation), #misogyny, #tittyjob

“Hey, you alright?” The gentle voice of Atsumu draws you out of your haze. You lay pliantly beneath the cum soaked sheets, trying to catch your breath as you look up to see that the cameras had already been turned off. Atsumu crouched down with a wet towel in his hands and a robe draped over his shoulder, while multiple staff members huddled up to a computer to see the final footage.

His eyes were soft, completely different than the dark and intimidating ones minutes prior.

You still couldn’t process what was going on, your brain was still buzzing with the after shock of the multiple orgasms Atsumu has pulled from you.

“I’m okay,” You nodded, giving him a small smile as he helped you sit up and carefully placed the robe over your bruised body.

“You did well,” He smiled softly while gently cleaning your thighs. Aftercare wasn’t really practiced much in the porn industry, but Atsumu always came through with it.

“Thanks,” You mumbled before getting up on wobbly legs and heading to your dresser, Atsumu following behind like a lost puppy.

—Mattsun; Both

#fingering, #fellatio, #riding

“Come one baby, let me see that pretty pussy,” He muttered, pulling his gaze away from the road for a split second to take a look at your soaked cunt on display just for him.

“Fuuck,” He groans, lifting his hips up as if to try and accommodate his growing cock. You smiled proudly as you as you lowered your hand to play with your clit, your phone in hand, recording everything.

“Daddy please,” You pouted, lifting your hips up, spreading your slippery lips apart, urging him to touch you just the way you liked.

“Touch me please,”

“Nasty slut,” He smirks before rolling the windows down, causing your eyes to winded in shock, embarrassment pooling in the pit of your stomach. You went to close your legs, but he was quicker. His large hand slaps them apart as he slips his middle and ring finger in, immediately setting an unforgiving pace.

“Kawa, wait,” You moan, hand moving up to cover your mouth as you stop at a red light. The hand you were using to hold the phone was now shaky as you relished in the pleasure mixed with humiliation.

“Don’t act like you don’t want this, baby. I know how much you love showing everyone what a filthy whore you are for me.

—Sakusa; Both

#roughsex, #pegging, #lingerie

“Come one whore, don’t go passing out on me just yet,” He chuckles breathlessly, hips not faltering as they kept pummeling into your abused cunt at an unforgiving pace as you struggled to do as he says.

“Keep your eyes open, bitch,” He slaps your cheek harshly three times. You gasp, your eyes widening in response to the searing sensation.

Your face was covered in tears and spit—his spit. Your scalp burned from how hard he’s been pulling and the pleasure you were once feeling from his fingers and cock were replaced with pain as he continued to thrust into you, his pleasure the only thing on his mind. Yet you loved, you loved every second of it.

“hurts,” You whimper, yet the look of utter bliss on your face contradicted your words. You smiled lazily at him, eyes clouded with lust, silently urging him to hurt you more.

“Masochistic bitch,” He mutters, thrusting into you harder as the camera crew zoomed in on your smiling face.

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Another installment in my yandere pov series, and inspired by a few anon requests I got to paint dabi. 

Below the cut, as customary, is a one-shot I wrote for the backstory behind the portrait (Dabi x reader, 3k, dark themes). Hope y’all enjoy 🖤

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⤷  headcanon: your boyfriend wants you to ride his face.

›  pairing: suna x female!reader ›  genre: smut  ›  warnings: 18+, oral; female receiving, fingering, male masturbation, some dirty talk.   

›  note: thank you @bumblejoon​​ for the inspiration, this is for you ;)

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KUROO TETSUROU ∷ BREAK THE INTERNET!

∷ categories 一 haikyuu / camgirl!reader / smut (18+ content) / 9.3k words.

∷ synopsis 一 when you’re best friends with someone, you think that there are no secrets to hide. however, unbeknownst to kuroo, you have the biggest one yet.

∷ contains 一 aged up!kuroo, college!au, basically filth, porn with a plot yes, virtual sex, masturbation, sex toys, bit of ass play, friends with benefits!au, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, spanking, daddy kink, doll kink, crying during sex, slightly bratty reader, bruising, fingering, pussy slapping, degradation, dirty talk, rough sex, unprotected sex.

∷ notes 一 this is my first every haikyuu fic, ahhh!! honestly, this was completely self-indulgent and inspired by the song, cyber sex by doja cat because that song lives in my head rent free. anyway, please send some feedback, owo! it’ll mean a lot to me. <3

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“The air is so sweet today.”

It smells of rain as the outside ground is littered in rain puddles and the sun is shining brightly. The dark clouds are slowly disappearing, away they go as they’re being replaced and pushed aside for the baby blue sky. It’s a beautiful day out, according to you, as the small critters and animals that were seeking shelter from wherever they could find are coming out and in the near distance, you can hear a dark barking. 

You loved the rain. The stories you were told behind them. How the goddesses were crying up above and how they sought comfort in order to feel better. And when they do, they’ll sprout out a rainbow. It gave you a more optimistic approach to things rather than simply viewing the rain as gloomy and depressing weather. Why should the darkness always be associated with such negativity all the time? 

As you smile and kick your feet through the puddles, disregarding the water that seeps inside of your rain boots as Kuroo trudges behind you from a large distance. If you asked him what he believed as to why the clouds would rain, he would tell you the scientific reasoning, the boring and rather dull explanation, behind it all 一 precipitation. If you started Kuroo all up, he would explain to you how rain is simply precipitation and how precipitation was just the condensation of absorbed water vapor. Never indulging in your light-hearted and quite childish ideology, he loved to see how you frowned and begged for him to stop his scientific rambling. As much as you loved hearing him talk about something he’s passionate about, you knew he was doing it on purpose. 

You were his friends for how many years now and the rain is something he can’t quite grasp why you love it so. Though, he can’t quite grasp a lot of things about you. Like, your need to hold onto your childhood, still holding onto child-like things, such as your collection of Barbie movies or how you still slept with a few stuffed animals on bed. He couldn’t quite understand your little quirks, but he can’t say that he’ll ever change that about you. It makes him love you even more. If he’s being honest with himself, he likes when you invite him over to watch a few Barbie movies 一 even if you end up falling asleep early in and leaving him astray to watch them alone. (Barbie Rapunzel is his favorite of your collection.)

But, yes. The air is sweet today, you had said and it left Kuroo quirking an eyebrow. Of all your descriptions, the air smelling “sweet” is a new one. “Sweet?” He snorts. “It smells just the opposite. It smells like 一”

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sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs: iwa, mattsun daichi and doing the head between your thighs tiktok

ᴀ/ɴ: gender neutral pronouns

— 𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐡.

so he knows this trend already BAHAH

his fyp is questionable okay?? unfortunately he’s still kinda on straight tiktok

so only a couple times he’ll get something outside of that

and he saw the head between your thighs challenge and he didn’t immediately think about it

until he was actually sitting like that

he just started filming and posted it,, not really thinking abt the sexual connotations behind it

UNTIL IT GETS SPREAD AROUND THE SCHOOL

like you’re both in your bed, his hair is messy and there’s literally a hickey on your thigh uhhhhh

oikawa is low-key petty 😔

over the clout you two got and he didn’t BAHAH

“IWA PLEASE I’LL WEAR A MAID DRESS”

“no”

get fucked oikawa no clout for u 😌 (jk rail me)

— 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐢.

baby

he’s been wanting to do this SO BAD

issei thigh kink 2020

he almost always has his head resting in your thighs so baby his mind went straight to the trend

like yk the videos where they grab the thigh and act all cocky cuz they know everyone wants to be in that position?

yeah 😋

lemme tell you

you’re so embarrassed BAHHA all of the volleyball team sees it before you do cuz you were PASSED OUT when he made it

not to mention you’re basically wearing nothing

by that i mean shorts and your top had rode up your stomach

you try to get him to delete it BUT IT BANGS BAHAHA 100k likes 💀💀

— 𝐬𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐝.

bringing back the boomber daichi slander

he doesn’t know this trend so you actually do it BAHAH

he’s just chilling and you sit in between his thighs with your head between them

“what r u doing” 🤨🤨

nothing shut the fuck up 😹😹😹

anyways you post it and when you pan up to his face and he’s just staring with this confused face PLSS

the team see the tiktok and tanaka straight up spreads it around the school OMFF

anyways when daichi sees the views you got he almost keels over BAHAH he’s terrified his family will see it

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“Listen, I don’t belong to anyone” you said.

“We shall see” replied the Joker with his playful smile.

“Yes, we shall see indeed.” answered Loki, glancing at his rival.

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my actual mom passed but this helped so much🥺🖤

How about a scenario where Nash accompanies his s/o to visit her mothers' grave?

“Mother,” you smile, and though Nash can’t see most of your face from this angle, he can hear in your tone that there’s nothing happy about the smile, “meet my boyfriend, Nash.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” adds Nash. He receives no response - that’s obvious, what was he expecting to hear from a tombstone? - just the wind’s whistle, as the breeze slips through the trees towards them.

The whole situation’s awkward. It would have helped if you had mentioned, even if just briefly, that the bus you both took here would be stopping at a graveyard, and not at your family home, or even a nursing home. Hell, Nash had even brought flowers, for the special occasion of meeting your mother. It seems a waste seeing their still-bright petals curl up on the cold stone of the grave, but, hey, with the weather as it is, the flowers will die pretty soon, and then they too will fit the whole death aesthetic.

At least, you were happy about the flowers. He passed them to you, before you placed them on the grave, and, for a moment, you held them tight to your chest - tight enough that the thorns hooked onto your sweater. You told him thank you, and grinned - a genuine grin.

“No worries,” Nash muttered in response, blushing slightly - even this exchange felt a bit too much like PDA, in front of a grave, “I hope she’ll like them.”

You spend some time sitting by the tombstone, your fingers fiddling with the grass on the stone’s side, chatting quietly, so only the occasional word is audible to Nash. Not that he’s listening in either. That’s eavesdropping which usually Nash has no problems with (at least, when he’s doing it, and isn’t the one it’s being done to), but he’s convinced that some ghost will curse him if he does it here.

So he spends his time standing at a slight distance from the grave, with his head appropriately bowed as if he’s mourning - though he’s obviously not, because how can he mourn someone whose face he hasn’t even seen, and, besides, Jabberwock has a match in a couple days, and he needs to think up some strategies for that too, just in case their opponents aren’t shit (unlikely).

And he’s deep in thought about streetball and dinner and wondering whether Silver will show up to practice tomorrow, when you whisper, “I’m done now. We can go. Thanks for waiting.”

When you turn to face him, your eyes are a little red, though the wind has dried off any tear stains.

“Did your mother say anything about me?”

It’s only when the words leave his mouth that he releases how patronising they might sound.

“She said you seemed nice,” you say, “and she liked the flowers.”

“I’ll bring her some more next time.”

“Thank you,” your words are even quieter this time.

For the walk out of the graveyard, walking side by side, neither of you speak. Your hand reaches out for Nash’s, your fingers curl around his palm, and he doesn’t pull away.

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Matsukawa Issei x f!reader

Explicit scenes ahead. You have been warned! 🔞

TW: Underage sexual activity (non-con to con kinda)

Y/N L/N, third year high school student in Class 1. Vice captain of Aoba Johsai’s Cheerleading Squad.

6:55 PM

“o-ohh fuck..fuck..a-ahh!”

You laid on the bench, tits pulled out from your bra and your legs spread out wide with a bullet vibrator taped on your clit. The level of the vibrations was still on its lowest yet the intensity was starting to overwhelm you.

You glanced around the room double checking if no one was around and judging from the silence from the volleyball club room beside yours, it was still empty. Now you didn’t have any reasons on being distraught so you discarded the remaining garments and fingered your way to ecstasy.

But you shouldn’t have let your guard down.

Earlier, you were in the middle of dressing up. Standing infront of your locker clad in your matching bra and panties and since you were the last to change hence being the vice captain of the squad, you were asked to lock up the club room. It was getting late and you didn’t feel like going home yet. A month from now you’d be saying good bye to this room.

So why not do something memorable?

One, Two of your fingers sheath inside your hole trying to reach the deepest parts of your pussy. The position you were in was turning you on, the fact that you had your legs spread out near the unlocked door and window got you excited. The rush of feeling if someone caught you masturbating—maybe a few guys from the volleyball team—was getting to you. Your cunt creamed around your fingers at the thought of getting off with someone watching, ready to explode from your first orgasm.

“so good so good so near ohh fuck yes!”

High pitched and loud mewls filled the small room. Too busy getting off, you had no idea what was about to come. You should’ve heard the footsteps from next door but your moans were so loud that a single sound from the intruder slipped past you. The shadow looming over the window went to the door not even noticing the sound of the doorknob twisting open. Your loud shriek startles the intruder watching your arched posture, mouth wide open spilling lewd mewls from the vibrations of the little pink bullet assaulting your battered clit. You’ve spent almost an hour in this room, so why be cautious?

For the lad hidden in the corner, it was a sight to behold. The intruder would die a happy man. Your glistening slit was spread out prettily with a thin ring of translucent cum below, pussy lips not as swollen yet inviting and he was determined to get a taste. Not to mention the stark difference of your size had his blood pumping excitedly in his veins, shivering in his spot at the thought of breaking your small body with his big one.

Just one more push and you finally came, slick juices squirting around the empty place. The intruder leaned casually on the lockers watching how your chest heaved up and down coming from your high, the satisfied smile forming on your lips as you reach your high. A huge tent rested in his volleyball shorts waiting to be pulled out. He was clearly satisfied with your private perfomance.

“Fuck me, t-that felt so so good—Oh god! What are you doing here, Issei?”

Matsukawa Issei. Third year Class 1 from the Volleyball Team. One of the guys your squad would gush around. Talk about big dominant energy. This guy screamed big demeanor, rough and satisfaction. You squirmed in your position still high, your mind clouding with ludicrous thoughts of all the things he would do to you especially your current situation. You’d be lying if you weren’t interested in him. For you, he was a potential partner. Despite his dominant aura, you’ve always wanted a cuddly bear. Tons of girls would want to be in your position right now but it somehow felt wrong but you couldn’t deny it, you wanted something to happen. You were easily drawn to him, as was he. But you weren’t an easy girl. You’re gonna take this like a big girl. Maybe you’d win. Unless. You wouldn’t falter, right?

“Oh i’d gladly fuck you. Thanks for the invitation, Y/N.” Issei moved towards you who instinctively tried to close your legs only to be stopped when he held your ankles in the air keeping them open. “That was a nice show. Think you could do one more with this.” Even without pointing it out, you could clearly see the bulge on his volleyball shorts. Considering the thin material, he looked so huge.

Two can play that game.

“N-No. L-Let go, Issei!” You tried wriggling out of his grasp but he was too strong. He took a peek at your crotch finding the remote of the bullet vibrator beside you taking it before you could hide it. “This looks really nice, Y/N. What do you think will happen if I press this?”

“W-Wait no Issei—h-haah stop o-ohh p-please u-ughh!”

He switched the controller to its highest level, the buzzing sound against your clit caused your hips to jerk uncontrollably. You were in hysterics, still recovering from your high and yet you’re thrown to another one. He watched your glistening folds when it came in view, your pussy was small and pretty. But those pussy lips, he’d love to color it for you. The pink muscle around it was drenched with your juices and he wouldn’t mind having a taste. Issei slid the controller in his pocket and kneeled down before you. “W-What are you ahh d-doing?” You were too weak for his strength that instead of pushing him away you made it look like your were tugging on him. “I’m going to enjoy this meal, thank you very much.”

The erotic wail left your mouth as soon as his wet muscle touched your folds. You could feel his calloused fingers kneading the soft skin of your hips pulling you closer towards his face. His mouth was practically sucking you whole, alternately nipping at your inner thighs then went back on making out with your slit. Slurping noises of your slick juices filled your ears and let me tell you, it was heavenly. “Issei!” You cry loudly when he shoved two of his fingers in your hole. The stretch was undeniably pleasurable, maybe you were liking this. Too horny that you wanted someone to see you touching yourself, right? “D-Deeper, Issei! More—ahhh!” You harshly tugged on his curly hair, your legs wrapping themselves around his head, lunging your crotch forward moving your hips against his fingers.

The way he pressed a hand on your stomach while jabbing his fingers with leverage was too much. Too much that you couldn’t even feel the vibrations on your screaming clitoris but you twitch when the tightening coil pitting inside your stomach exploded, coming undone as your runny fluids coated his calloused thick digits. The size of his fingers was nowhere near your size. Even his mouth and fingers can break you. He pulled his fingers out, grinning maliciously at the sight of your not so stretched out hole. Maybe enough to fit the head of his dick. His heart was racing, he love how fragile and small you are. So easy to break yet here you are under the spell of lust, complying to everything he does. You might be a good partner for him.

He stood up taking his shirt and shorts off leaving him bare and to your panic, your eyes widened mouth agape staring at his cock. It was huge. It was what the rumors said, a fucking horsedick. Even with the foreplay he did earlier, you shook your head scared he’ll split you apart or literally rearrange your guts. “I-Issei. N-No more, please.” But there’s this tiny bubble of excitement building in you. You were curious on how your cunt would take it.

“You sure you don’t want this, Y/N? You wanted this to happen, right?” The latter smirked at your weak reply, ripping the taped vibrator from your clit and effortlessly carried you. He sat on the drenched bench letting you straddle him with your legs hanging loose around his hips. “God i’ve always wanted to fuck you when you did that little split in your performance, now stay still.” Your toes curled when your cunt made contact with his dick. It was so hard, warm and veiny that it made your tight little pussy clench at nothing. “I-Issei.”

“Be patient, slut.” He took his time grinding your wetness around his cock coating it with your juices serving as its lube. He knew this would hurt you but who’s here to stop him. Without warning you, he lifted you up inserting his tip in your hole slowly sinking you down his length. The pain was uncomfortable. Your trembling body slumped against his pecs, nails digging on his biceps for support. He pressed his mouth near your ear, whispering sweet nothings to soothe you but his cock was too much. “You’re doing so good, baby. That’s right take more in. Look at how good you’re taking me. What a good pussy you have.” You look down seeing not even half of his cock in you and when he pushed more into you, you threw your head back with a litany of curses escaping from your mouth. “Holy shit you’re too big, Issei!” When his fingers crawl towards your clit, the little bundle of nerves sending various sparks all over your body as he began rubbing the swollen nub numbing down the pain, watching your tight little pussy flutter around his girth.

“You’re taking me so well, Y/N. Hmm look down, baby. I’m fucking shaping your cunt to my size, yeah?” Your cunt was clenching and unclenching occupying his thickness. “I-Issei I f-feel something”You could feel the huge bubble getting ready to burst and when he bottoms up in one harsh thrust, you cum around his length creaming him from inside. “Well fuck, you just came from me entering you? What a slut.”

You kept grinding your hips in hopes of numbing the pain, prolonging the high you got off seconds ago until a loud smack echoed throughout the room, eyes widening at the sudden pain on your ass. “S-Stop, it hurts!”

“I said, stay still.” He brought a hand up gripping your throat as he continued slapping your ass. Every time you moved, another slap would come. Your shrieks phased from whimpers to moans. Dark red hand prints formed on your skin at the impact of his slaps. Have you seen those hands? He plays volleyball for crying out loud. “Such a brat.” You cringed at the feeling of his palm soothing the skin, it was too warm and the pain it came with wasn’t helping.

He grips your waist and starts moving your body up and down, all the pain slowly dissipated as the tip of his cock kissed the entrance of your womb making your whole body twitch at the sensation. His pace was getting rougher, your ass cheeks slapping against his thighs, you sob for him as pleasure fills your mind. All you could think of was his huge cock shaping your inside, stretching you open filling your womb with his thick cum.

“Yes yes yes Issei—it feels so good so good!” He watches as your face contorts in sheer pleasure, your brows knitting, mouth wide open with drool dripping down your chin. He anchored his hips and roughly pistoned your sweet spot. He was fucking you dumb, you couldn’t even speak let alone moan coherent words. You cling onto him letting him use your body as he pleases. He can only imagine how your pussy would look from below, stuffed with his cock, balls deep in you fucking you raw.

“Such a good slut letting me use her body. Want me to cum in this pussy, yeah? You want that slut?” The tone of his voice was sending you to the edge, you picked yourself up and grounded your hips meeting his thrusts. His hands tighten around your hips helping you move, you’re sure you’d be covered in bruises after this but you couldn’t care less. All you need was his him and his cum. “Yes! ‘wanna cum so bad! Make me cum and fill my pussy, Issei!” You slobbered and bounced wildly on his cock. Issei couldn’t help but grin at your needy pleas, he finally turned you his slut.

The smell of sex lingered in the room, deep heavy breathing, lewd moans and high pitched mewls echoed through the walls. He’d be dammed if your moans reached the gym. “I want your cum, your cum please Issei! Fill me up so so good! I want it!” At that moment, his pace was brutal. Fucking you mercilessly gripping your ass lifting your body to pound on you. The tip of his cock was grazing your sweet spot, your inner thighs started to burn from his brute force. You balled your fists and slammed them on his back in attempts of slowing him down but he was nearing his release. “S-Slow down fuck t-there—no Issei!” Issei groans loud as his cock throbs deep inside you, you watch him with half lidded eyes pressing your sweaty forehead on his. Both of your highs were so so close, just a little more and you’re gonna cum.

“You’re fucking me so good, Issei. I-I love your cock, only your cock can fill me like this. P-Please keep your cock in me—hmm!” He slammed his lips on yours swallowing your wanton moans, the kiss was high and messy. He tasted like mint and smoke. It was addicting. He picks up his pace if that was even possible, plowing in you at his fastest and when he hits it, you both snap moaning at your highs.

Everything went white, you came hard convulsing in his hold, your pussy contracting so tight that it pushed him over the edge, following you making him cuss as he spurts one huge load painting your walls with thick ropes of hot cum.

His hips stutters pushing further emptying himself in you. One of the best orgasms he had. He was right. You’re the perfect little sub he needs.

Still in his hold, you whimper when he doesn’t pull out instead continued thrusting his hips prolonging your highs, gently dropping both of you on the wet floor, panting heavily. “That was a good fuck but i’m still up for more.” A malicious laugh falls from his lips watching you wriggling your way out of his arms but he changes the position slamming your body on the lockers on your front pressed on the steel doors. With his bruisingly tight grip around your hips, he soothes the skin in circles prepping your lower body for another round.

“Now scream for me.”

Three, Four, Five—Six orgasms and you were done for. Completely destroyed. Both of you spent hours wrecking each other, tainting the club room with sex. Issei has made it clear that you’re his. Good thing you were on a pill. His stamina was too much that you nearly gave up and passed out. On the last round, both of you have come to an agreement to do this regularly. It bubbled excitement to your core at the same time scared seeing how long he does it.

Issei stood at the corner dressing up ready to leave the room. The volleyball team might have missed another presence, so he has to hurry up. He watched your drenched figure laying helplessly on the bench still in the zone moaning incoherent words, tits swollen and covered with red hand prints, neck marked with hickies, colored bruises around your hips and his favorite, your pussy stretched open full of your mixed cum, some dripped down on the floor making a little pool. He finally broke you. If he had extra time, he would’ve painted your face as well and you’d be a perfect masterpiece.

Beside you were your clothes, neatly folded and a note with his address and number. He fished his phone out snapping two-three pictures of your fucked out body, his self-esteem was at its peak. Grinning proudly admiring his work as you watch him with hazy eyes. He moved towards you pressing a kiss on your forehead. “Fuck I really did break you. You gonna be okay?” He took your timid nod as a yes before walking towards the door.

“Call me later.”

a/n: Yeah mattsun i’m so sorry. Mattsun is too hot like damn.

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Masterlist for Scenarios and Headcanons of knb characters✨

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• Aomine with a sick s/o who still tries to go to school

• You and your best friend, Aomine sneak out to go on drives together

• Aomine protecting his s/o from Haizaki

• Aomine x reader based on ‘Heather’ by Conan Gray

• Aomine being too tall to go on some rides at a theme park

• Cop Aomine gets called to an accident involving his s/o

• Making out with Aomine

• Finding out his s/o is pregnant

• GOM + Kagami’s reactions to Aomine with scratches on his back

• How Aomine would act around his crush

• Comforting his s/o who had a bad day

• Riding Aomine (nsfw)

• Comfort cuddles with Aomine

• Aomine reacting to his s/o looking at a magazine with hot guys in it

• A date with Aomine

• Sex being interrupted by a phone call (nsfw)

• Aomine getting rejected

• Reaction to his s/o shouting “I hate you” during an argument

• Trying to seduce you at a party

• Asking Momoi for help with asking you out

• Aomine’s s/o accidentally getting icing on her dress

💙 Headcanons

• Aomine with an s/o who wants to learn basketball

• Meeting his s/o’s overprotective siblings

• Aomine with an s/o who likes to snowboard in the winter and dive with sharks in the summer

• Reactions to his s/o taking care of their baby niece

• Aomine with a shy s/o who likes to cuddle and kiss

• Aomine with an s/o who’s insecure about their glasses

• Aomine with an s/o who overworked themselves

• Aomine with an s/o who he thought was older

• The style he prefers on his s/o

• Reaction to his s/o being friends with a really hot guy

[gemma2134]

— miscommunication | m.

pairing: matsukawa/f!reader

wordcount: 4.860

genre: smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

cw: camboy!mastukawa, established relationship.

tags: masturbation (m.), dirty talk, cam sex, daddy kink, pet names, praise kink, soft!mattsun, fingering, cock riding, big dicked mattsun, multiple orgasms, creampie, use of the word cunny.

note: might fuck around and do multiple cam boys fics tbh i love the au…anyway……this is my debut fic, my condolences.

+ summary: your highschool sweetheart makes a lot of money as a camboy. however, when you start watching his streams, things he says instills insecurity within you.

The second you met Issei Matsukawa, you knew that you were going to fall completely, irrevocably in love with him. There was just something about him; he was sweet, kind, attentive, and strong – among other things. 

Since you knew him in high school, word swirled around that when he was older he would be a dream man. They were right. 

You have no idea how your little puppy dog crush managed to catch his attention, but you were happy about whatever you did. 

When he graduated, he learned he could make money off of his body. He was tall, over 6 feet tall, and fit with a dominant personality and sweet voice that made you want to do anything he asked. 

It started off with him simply selling nudes and short videos of him simply stroking his cock. You were both baffled by how much people paid for a 15 second clip of him jerking off – not even finishing. 

He had sat you down one night and asked how you felt about everything. You would never tell him he couldn’t do something. Especially because it was his body. Besides, it’s not like it really bothered you. 

It didn’t take him long to evolve, creating a camming account that quickly blew up due to his good looks and dominant charisma. The spare bedroom, which had previously been a simple study room, had been turned into a studio for him to film in. 

He made good money, becoming one of the top creators on the platform. Things were going very well for a long time, you never really watched his streams either in real life or on the phone. His occupation wasn’t really something you ever thought too much about – he kept everything mostly to himself, never really talked to you about it or anything of the sort.

But one day, you got curious. As any normal girlfriend would.

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[gemma2134]

can i request for a threesome with sakusa and atsumu where youre sakusa's girlfriend and its your birthday and when sakusa asks you want you want for your bday u say a threesome with atsumu and who is he do deny u 🥵 so u ask atusmu to spend the night with u and sakusa

this is EMBARRASSINGLY long i apologize in advance❤️ feel free to skin to the good parts. ALSOOO i only read this over once so feel free to hmu w my mistakes 😋

pairing: atsumu  x reader x sakusa

contains: threesome!! issa spit roast, oral (m & f receiving), praise!! deg too cause i devour it, overstim by default

“I can tell you want to say it, so just spit it out.” Sakusa huffs, dipping his head low into the crease of your neck. You fidget nervously when he pulls back, focusing on how the veins flex in his arms with every motion he makes to hold himself up. “It’s a simple question. What do you want for your birthday?” 

Your breathing stutters when he crooks his fingers, looping arms around his neck to drag him in for a kiss that he grants you easily. The gratification builds slowly- a nagging need that pools tension low in your gut. It drags the words free; unclogging the thoughts you’d kept pent up- “S-sometimes I think about you…” 

“That’s a given.” Sakusa scoffs, rolls a thumb hard over your clit and slows the motions of his fingers until you make a move to complain, “Elaborate.” 

An insistent whine is dragged free when he refuses to move, “I-I think about you and- and,” Hesitation has your mouth drying, shaking you free from the dizzying cusp pleasure, ”And Atsumu-” 

Sakusa pauses at that, and you wait for that sting of rejection- of disgust. Only, it doesn’t come. His fingers slip deeper, nudging at your sweet spot so pointedly it makes you jerk, choking on a whimper. You crack your eyes open, finding two narrowed, curious eyes staring back. He looks intrigued rather than surprised, “Atsumu?” 

The reaction is what eases away the tension; it’s what makes you melt back into the mattress until another clever flick of his wrist has your back leaving it again, “Yeah-” You stammar, trying to find the strength to pull words together, “Yeah- think about you fucking me in the locker room after a game - ah!” 

“How filthy.” Kiyoomi croons, but there’s no judgement greeting you, every nerve seemingly reaching out to him, “Fantasizing about fucking my teammates? What a lewd girl.”  

And that night you cum harder than he’s ever felt, his name heavy on your tongue and your words weighing carefully on his mind. The plan is an odd one, but he knows that it wouldn’t take too much effort in his end. So, with you tucked carefully into his side, Sakusa grabs his phone and begrudgingly opens his contacts. 

-

The following day, your birthday, is perfect to say the least- a lazy morning followed by breakfast and an evening out with Sakusa. It’s late when you get back, fingers intertwined as you stroll through the door of your shared apartment. He shrugs off his coat at the door, neatly folding it over his arm before draping it over the back of the couch. 

You watch as he moves, quietly tidying up as if expecting company. Every movement is laced with a poise that seems almost accidental, but it’s so him you can’t help but feel absolutely in love with him. The staring gets his attention after a few unspoken minutes, and he quirks a brow, turning to face you. “Do me a favor. My sanitizer in the bathroom, could you grab it?” 

An odd request, considering there’s a bottle already tucked away in the pocket of his fancy slacks, but you agree anyways, disappearing down the hall to trifle through the cabinet. You finally have it after a moment, but by the time you raise back up, the chiming sound of your doorbell is echoing through the apartment. Curiously, you slip out of the bathroom, flicking off the light with the bottle in hand. 

Sakusa gestures you over when he sees you, moving out of the way and accepting the bottle when you pass it to him. He nods his head towards the door, crossing his arms over his chest. “Answer it.” 

It’s almost nerve wracking- not knowing what's on the other side, but your hand finds the doorknob anyways, twisting with a cautiousness that makes Sakusa snort. 

It’s… not what you expect. 

Atsumu grins at you when it finally clicks open, wolfish in a way that only he can manage to look good. The smile makes his eyes crinkle, such unbridled joy you can’t help but return it, albeit a little confused, “Happy birthday, pretty.” He tells you, and you smile your thanks. 

"You gonna let me?" Atsumu prompts. You seem nervous as you step back so he can enter, and you can’t close the door any faster. 

It doesn't click immediately- you can’t comprehend the meaning of him standing in your home but you’re being swooped up into his arms regardless, crushed against his chest so tight you can hear the creak of leather in the jacket he’s wearing. “I - uh,” You stammer when he finally let’s you go, ruffling your hair with a large, warm palm. “I don’t understand.”

"It's okay," Sakusa says, waving a dismissive hand. You realize he isn’t talking to you after a moment, eyes trained soley on the man slipping out of his own jacket. "I'm sure she’ll understand well enough."

You swallow, peering at him. "I don’t,” You finally offer, tongue feeling much too clumsy. 

"C'mon, baby," Atsumu teases, and you’re drawn to the way his fitted black shirt is stretched around his broad chest. It bunches when he moves, flashing tan skin that you want to run your tongue across. There’s laughter in his tone, making light of a situation that was soon coming to dawn on you. “You’re the one who asked for this, after all.” 

Kiyoomi comes up to your side, hand gliding over your lower back before it curls around your waist, squeezing lightly, “You do remember, don't you?” 

The room is suddenly much too hot. 

Atsumu has the gaze of a predator when he stares you down, and Sakusa isn’t too far off, sharp enough to make your skin tingle with pinpricks. It’s the feeling of being devoured, which certainly wasn’t too far off. You shift where you stand. “Ah,” You supply lamely, unsure how to continue, “That.” 

Seeing them in the same space- both with the same thoughts running through their mind, makes your mouth go dry. But when Atsumu steps forward and crowds you back against Sakusa’s chest, standing before you in all of his height, you conclude that there’s no place you’d rather be. 

You go to step back out of instinct but Sakusa’s movement silences you- eyes honing in on where he leaves you to slowly unbutton the cuffs to his shirt and roll the sleeves expertly up past his elbows. Fingers work open the collar next, and when he meets your gaze, his brow quirks. “Well?” He begins, matter of fact, “It's not a locker-room, but surely this will do?”  

Oh. 

Oh.

Your gaze snaps to Atsumu, falling to the shape of his mouth as he talks, shaking you to the core, “Well, princess? Thought you wanted to fuck me.” 

Sakusa inserts himself in after that, sliding the belt from the loops in his slacks with a clinical ease before winding it up tight, setting it on the back of the couch. “Answer him. Do you want him to fuck you?”

You want to be shocked, surprised maybe, but you had asked for this and all that could leave you was a strangled whine. Embarrassment blooms in your chest but Atsumu laughs, shaking his head. Without Sakusa there to support you, your knees go weak, buckling under the pressure of his presence. 

“Say it out loud,” He presses, just to watch the way you squirm. When his hand finders your cheek, thumb stroking over your bottom lip, Sakusa watches with quiet amusement, eyebrows pushing upwards towards his hairline, “I wanna hear it.” 

“Yes.” The word comes out so fast you nearly choke on it, and you can’t hurry to open your mouth fast enough, giving him enough access to sink his thumb past your lips. It hooks over your teeth, tugging your jaw further open. 

“Louder. Like you mean it.” 

Your brows furrow, a needy pleasure stirring deep in your gut and you’re flustered as you spit the words out, rushed and messy, “Yes- I want Atsumu to fuck me-please.” 

The manners seem to take him by surprise, eyes widening for a moment before something satisfied takes it place. You’re already on edge, breath shaking. “I- I didn't think you would agree.”

Two sets of eyes turn to you, and a hand curls beneath your jaw, knocking Atsumu’s out of place to drag your eyes to his. Atsumu peers curiously over Sakusa’s shoulder when he intervenes, studying the awkward mess of your face. “Sorry It’s just- I-” 

Atsumu snorts lightly, and Kiyoomi’s smile is oddly fond, thumb smearing over your lower lip in the same vulgar way Atsumu had. The blonde looks like he’s starving, eyes sparkling and wide awake, “You what?” Sakusa questions, voice low and heady, “It’s your birthday, isn’t it? How could I deny my pretty girl.” 

“Yeah,” You sigh, melting into his touch. Sakusa’s eyes narrow, softened by fondness but he can’t play this game anymore, and nothing stops him from yanking you close. Your mouths meet in the middle, gentle and guiding but it’s so unlike the usual domineering essence of his kisses it makes you squeal. Sakusa swallows it down and you wind hands around his neck to reach him better, grabbing and tugging at inky curls.

“Well, I’m starting to feel a little left out, Omi-Omi,.” Atsumu chuckles, dragging you back to the reality of the situation. You pull away from Kiyoomi and the hand he places on your lower back guides you towards the blonde. 

“Go ahead,” He tells you, nudging you closer, “I know you want to.” 

You do, you want it more than anything, and that’s what leads you into Atumu’s awaiting hands, stepping in close to feel the warmth that he radiates. You fidget nervously for a moment, looking over at your boyfriend for confirmation, relaxing when he nods. 

Atsumu’s chest is warm beneath your palm, heart beating through the fabric of his shirt and the rapid pace matches your own. His hand wraps around your wrist, dragging your palm up to coax you towards him. You slide it through his hair, coarse hair disappearing into soft blonde beneath your fingertips. ‘I-” You begin, but Kiyoomi is who silences you. 

“Shh,” He chides, pressing in so tight behind you you’re sandwiched between the two. His voice is in your ear, shivers racing down your spine, “None of that. You know better.”

You close your eyes for a moment, and Atsumu’s lips are on yours without any hesitation. Sakusa’s arms wind around your waist, Atsumu’s hands squishing together your cheeks as he kisses you within an inch of your life. You push hard into the kiss- sloppy and rushed and slick with spit. 

"Should've done this sooner." Atsumu comments when you pull apart, panting for air. He drags you in a second time and you chase after him, whining as he dodges and kisses down the side of your neck, mouthing at the underside of your jaw, groaning, “Fuck you were just dying for it, weren’t you?” 

“No,” You spit, but the word is cracked when he sucks hard at a patch of skin, nipping it lightly with his teeth. 

“It’s alright,” Sakusa purrs, chin hooking over your other shoulder, “Just a little whore, isn’t she?” 

You make to argue, to put at least some kind of protest but Sakusa squeezes your hips in warning, not hard enough to hurt, but it makes itself known. “Behave,” He murmurs, and excitement races through- makes your blood turn to tar and the need to rebel even stronger. 

“Make me?” You finally say after a moment. And a silence falls over the three of you. Sakusa moves wordlessly, shooting Atsumu a look that you can’t quite catch but the tension in the room shifts, spreading thin, and the challenge is clear. 

“Okay.” And Atsumu leans down to kiss you with a bruising force, one that almost hurts when you try to push back. He devours your desperate gasp anyways, dragging your hand to palm at the erection filling out his pants. 

And you have two of the hottest men giving you unabashed attention. 

“Yeah,” You sigh when he pulls away, licking gently at your neck. Sakusa watches curiously- taking in the flutter of your eyelashes and the way your head tilts to give him more room. 

“Yeah?” Atsumu parrots, hands trailing over your chest. You push into the touch, shuddering when he kneads at your breasts. “Use your words, pretty. What do you want?” 

“Want you to fuck me!” It finally breaks free, head falling forward before he forcefully tips your chin back up. 

“Good girl.” He smiles, but it's not friendly to say in the least. It’s devious, you realize as he steps away, allowing Sakusa to fill the space, “You have such a good girl, Omi- you should kiss her.”

Kiyoomi complies, although for a split second he doesn’t look too happy about following orders, but it’s a lot filthier than earlier. It’s unlike him- tongue licking past your panting lips. You can feel the twitch of his cock as it strains his slacks, grinding into you. Your mind blanks, even after all this time, for the man who reacts like this because of you. 

With a hand on your shoulder, Sakusa puts a soft pressure, pushing down until you get the gist and your knees bend, giving in to his touch. You ease yourself onto your knees, neck craning to look at the two men who come to stare after a moment. You’re kneeling before them, tongue darting out to slide across your lips. 

“Suck him off,” Sakusa says after a moment, almost like he’s just testing the words. He soothes a hand over the top of your head, and there’s the click of his shoes on the wood flooring. “I’m going to change. You two can come when you're done.”

There’s no room for argument, but Sakusa is gone before you can say anything anyways, the soft click of the bedroom door  echoing in the suddenly empty space. Atsumu rolls his eyes, moving towards you in one shift motion. He crouches down just enough to reach you, curling fingers around the back of your neck before turning your head up, forcing your eyes to meet. 

“You heard the man,” He cooes, and you swallow when he stands back up to his full fight, tugging his pants and boxers down just enough to free his hard, aching cock. His fist curls around it, and you’re drawn to the action, leading forward on your knees to reach. 

“Let’s show him how perfect you are, baby.” His eyes crease with the force of his smile; moving impossibly closer to press the head to your lips. You simper, breathing hot across the drooling tip, “Open wide, pretty.” 

Your jaw lowers without complaint, tongue slipping out for good measure and Atsumu groans at the sight, tapping the heavy weight against it. The taste is bitter but familiar; easing you into a lax state he can easily slide in between, brushing past your wet lips. “Aren’t you the fuckin’ prettiest.” 

There’s not a lot of control in his movements- hips thrusting shallowly into the wet plush of your mouth and you lick at what you can, closing lips around the tip when he gives you the chance. He hisses in a breath through clenched teeth, tightening his hold on the back of your head. “Fuck… Just like that. Letting me use you, huh? Such a good fuckin’ girl, gonna look so good gagging on my dick.” 

Your eyes roll at the words, pleasure searing through you with every ounce of filth that drips like nectar from his lips. He pushes in hard after a second and you’re choking; gagging lightly on the intrusion but he fucks into it, groaning at the noise it forces from you. He holds you still, using your mouth like a toy but it’s so fucking good; every sting it brings to your aching jaw and burning eyes is worth it.

Drool pools in your mouth, slipping past the seam of your lips even though they spread so thin around his cock. “Sorry.” He rocks in and out for a moment, watching the way it disappears. You hum around his cock in acknowledgement, reaching up to grip at his thighs in encouragement, tugging him forward. 

“You-you want me to-?” Atsumu looks; brows furrowing at the obvious request but you latch around the tip, swirling and lapping. You nod as best you can, shivering at the groan he lets out, head falling back in pleasure. “Fuck.”

He’s visibly torn, but when you swallow hard around him, his hips buck forward enough to graze the back of your throat. It almost makes you gag but you squeeze fingers in the bunched fabric at his thighs, a silent beg for more. It’s fucking perfect- better than anything when you lock eyes, just in time to catch the way he flicks blonde away from his sweat-slick forehead. 

The grip on your head keeps you still- keeps you gagging and willing when he pulls back and fucks hard into your mouth with a few quick strokes. 

Atsumu barely has the time to warn you, orgasm slamming into him so hard his muscles tense, cock twitching in your mouth but the hand on the back of your hand holds you steady as if you’d been planning on leaving in the first place. he pulls you down, nose flush with his skin and stretched wide around the root. You choke when warmth floods your mouth, too far back to taste but you swallow anyways, melting into the pat of his hand on your cheek. 

“Good girl- good fucking girl,” He pants, taking in shaky breathes, "To think he’s been keeping you all to himself. Selfish bastard." 

You laugh, and his gaze softens from some far out irritation into something kinder, sweeter when he meets your eyes. He cups your cheek, wiping at the glistening skin around your mouth and you let him help you up from your knees, stretching out the ache in your joints. “I have you now though, don’t I?” He grins, and you giggle to yourself. 

“Not for long,” Sakusa tuts, leaning from the doorway. He’d changed into something more comfortable, eyes narrowed in challenge when the two of you turned to meet his eyes, “Been a good girl, have you? Come and get your reward.” 

You stumble over your own feet when you first make your way towards him but Atsumu steadies you, following Sakusa when he backs into the bedroom and steps aside. 

You fall back onto the bed, sitting on the edge when they crowd you in and scoot you further back. The desire is almost unbearable, burning through you with the aching need to be filled. You clench around nothing, wincing at the damp spot that brushes against your skin.

“Bet you’re real desperate, huh?” Atsumu hums, climbing up onto the mattress. Sakusa stays standing, but after a moment of watching the blonde with distaste, he follows, kneeling. 

“Please,” You pout, gasping lightly when Sakusa yanks at your calf, sliding you up away from the headboard. Atsumu settles in the space behind you, stripping his shirt before throwing it off to the side. 

“Please?” Sakusa snarks, and he slips away your shorts and panties with a few swift tugs, folding them neatly before setting them to the side. “Please what?” 

“What, pretty?” Atsumu purrs behind you, pulling at the hem of your shirt until you lift your arms and let him guide it over your shoulders. You fall back to his chest, relaxing when he kisses his way down your shoulder, “Want your pretty little boyfriend to touch you? Make you cum?” 

“Yes!” You gasp at the first graze of fingers against your skin, sliding down the length of your calf. Sakusa smirks as he lifts it over his shoulder, kissing at the inside of your knee. 

“Don’t bully the girl,” Atsumu murmurs, and Sakusa rolls his eyes, dragging it through the slick dripping through your folds before sinking it slowly into your cunt. Atsumu clicks his tongue, muttering something that sounds like ‘stubborn’ as his hands dive beneath your bra, but you’re too busy keening to dwell on it. “She deserves it, such a good girl, aren't you?” 

The pressure lessons inside of you- not enough to fully satisfy the desperation but it’s getting there. A terribly loud keen is ripped free when Kiyooni listens, easing a second finger in with the first. He pumps them, curling testingly until fingertips meet your sweet spot and your knees knock into him. 

“Settle down,” He chides, deeming you good enough for a third, “Don't whine. I can feel how desperate you are.” 

You choke, not even bothering to come with a response but you don’t have the chance to anyways, not when Sakusa smiles like he’s about to commit a crime and curls them back into your sweet spot, dissolving any thoughts that might surface. 

“There you go. Just like that,” Atsumu encourages although it’s unneeded, licking along the column of your neck as he hugs you from behind, grinding his cock into your back. “God you fucking love that, don’t you? Can feel you shaking.” 

“Y-yes,” You answer as best you can, cutting through the fog Sakusa fucks you into with his slender fingers. 

“Of course she does,” Sakusa huffs, hoarse and thick. His eyes are trained on where your heat surrounds his fingers, swallowing them with ease. He takes pride in the way your back arches, caving in with every careful crook and curl. “Always such the perfect slut for me.” 

“For us,” the blonde corrects cheekily, blushing down his neck as he watches him work you open. You’re too incoherent to pay proper attention, trying to control the thrashing his touch brings. 

"Please." You croak, voice breaking. “Need you, Yoomi.”

Atsumu soothes fingers up and down your sides, brushing across your ribs and down to your hips where they rest. His cock bumps into your back, smearing wet along your spine but the thought is enough to make you flutter around Sakusa’s fingers. 

“Fuck me,” You breathe, eyes wide and pleasing. You can feel the ramble coming on- words at the tip of your tongue but the neediness isn’t lost on Sakusa, not when he shushes you, sliding his fingers even deeper into your willing cunt. 

"You should give her what she wants,” His chin hooks over your shoulder; whisper it he words in your ear although they aren’t meant for you. It’s nice that he’s there- encompassing your back in support and the comfort he brings lulls you into a state of security. “ Look at how needy she is.” 

That’s what hooks him, nostrils flaring as Sakusa begrudgingly caves, gentle despite the fact. “You’re lucky I love you. So fucking greedy.”  

He pulls away, kissing your calf in warning before he pulls his fingers free. You whimper, left achingly empty for a minute but you watch him reach for a condom next. When he returns to you, it’s to press his cock through your folds, sinking in to the root with one agonizing slide. 

The stretch stings- makes pain ripple like shock through your system but the pleasure that follows flushes it out immediately after; eyes rolling into your skull, “Fuck, Omi.“ 

“Look at you, pretty. Taking it so well,” Atsumu mumbles, but the words are distant; not quite spoken at you but they’re for you. “Scoot down a little bit, lift your hips.” 

You’re quick to obey, shuffling further towards Sakusa and you cry out when it forces his cock deeper, the pain of him bumping your cervix locking your body up tight. Kiyoomi’s lips curve at the sight, hoisting your legs over his parted thighs so he can sit back onto his heels. 

And you wail when he finally begins moving, hard and deep and him. Sakusa groans, Atsumu not too far off just at the sight alone and you’re right there with them, melting into every heavy, filling thrust. 

His thighs smack into your ass with each stroke, head rubbing against your sweet spot so often it makes you grit your teeth, rolling your hips in a clumsy attempt to match him. “Being so sweet,” Kiyoomi breathes, and the praise sets you on fire, cock hitting so deep you can feel it in your stomach. “Taking my cock so well.” 

You go a little limp, slurring out what agreement you can as Sakusa sets the pace, plunging in so deep it makes you go still. You’re pressed into the mattress; pressed into Atsumu who bears your weight and holds you steady. 

You’re almost settled- almost calming down into the groove of things when Sakusa brings his fingers to your clit, rolling the swollen bud in time with the clinical rhythm of his thrusts and that coil in your stomach grows unbearable, vibrating through your body so fast it takes you by surprise. 

He pulls back, thumb rolling hard as he slams back, so suddenly your whine is shattered off as you cum, clenching down tight but Kiyoomi doesn’t spare you a second thought; upping the tempo to chase his own release. 

You grip the sheets wherever you can, scrambling around for something to hold until Atsumu’s fingers curl into your own, an outlet for you to sink your nails into. Your face falls slack, eyes snapping shut as pleasure dissolves you. 

You’re drunk on it already- lost in the steady pump of his cock into your pussy. Atsumu’s eyes are watching too- watching the hungry, consuming slide as it disappears into you. “Fuck,” Kiyoomi hisses, “Take it.” 

They’re brutal by now- so deep and quick there’s barely a minute where he isn’t filling you again. Atsumu leans down, hunches over your head to pepper kisses over your face. The contest is rocking- distracts you enough to let Sakusa still and shudder, digging bruises into your hips when he finishes, panting heavily. 

By the time he pulls out, tying off the condom with a few practiced motions before throwing it in the bin, Atsumu is filling the space he left behind. You switch places easily but Atsumu nudges your shoulder, hoisting you up and over until you’re flat on your stomach, head and arms falling over Sakusa’s lap. 

“Up, up.” Atsumu sing-songs, tapping your hips until you force your knees up. Every movement makes your limbs shake, already sore despite how little time has passed but you don’t exactly mind. 

The latex is passed quickly between them- Atsumu crooks an eyebrow but doesn’t comment as he tears it open the packet, quickly sliding it over his clock. The touch makes him moan, a few easy strokes that make him hiss in a breath and press impossibly closer. 

His head nudges at your entrance- already stretched from Sakusa’s extensive prep but you still whine when he presses in, chest wracking with the shaky inhale you take. He’s not longer but thicker; so thick the weight forces your walls to cave in even more, stretching to accommodate. 

He stops halfway with a groan of his own, folding over your body so close he’s almost face to face with Sakusa. “Fuck,” Atsumu hisses, “Feels like you’re still way too fucking tight.”

Need is already pooling in you again, stirring your insides until your fingers curl in Kiyoomi’s thighs and he has to click his tongue in warning. You moan, trying your best to push back for more. “She’ll take it just fine,” He tells the blonde, stroking over your cheek. 

“You ready to know what it feels like when I fill up your little cunt, pretty?”

It sears through you, igniting a blaze hotter than you can handle and they made you tremble. You nod, or try to at least, but it’s difficult at the awkward angle. He chuckles, sliding a hand up your spine to push harshly at the space between your shoulder blades. 

“F’you say so.” Atsumu pushes the rest of the way in without a second of hesitation; the weight settling in your stomach from the angle. It drives you delirious; splits you open even further and it feels like you’re being fucked for the first time. 

With a few rough, testing thrusts, Atsumu easily finds a rhythm that drives you crazy. It was fast and deep- each motion bleeding into the next as he fucks you into Sakusa’s lap. “Yes, ‘Tsumu, yes!”

“Yeah?” He groans, grabbing hard at your hips, pulling them flush against his, “Fucking take it- that’s a good girl. Gonna feel so good creamin’ on my cock.” 

He’s so relentless it’s hard to breathe; to focus on anything besides Atsumu as he buries inside of you. 

“Hm.” Sakusa hums, reaching down to where your cunt is spread on Atsumu’s cock. He rolls his index over your clit, just enough pleasure to make you tremble but not enough to make it last. Your mouth falls open in a silent cry, body rolling down. “Maybe next time we’ll see if you can take two cocks at once. See if that finally satisfies your greedy little pussy, hm?”

The imagery is enough to stun you, and Sakusa feels you cum more than he hears it- can feel the way you shake and thrash as you clamp down tight on Atsumu, spasming with an orgasm and milking his cock for all its worth. Atsumu grits his teeth, physically restraining himself from burying deep in your pussy and chasing after his own release. 

The only thing that drags him back from that edge is Sakusa, who has nails digging into the nape of his neck and giving him a place to relieve that pressure but he swallows thickly around the lump in his throat, bucking softly until he can maintain a steady pace. 

You’re rambling before you know it, helplessness pleas and devastated cries. Sakusa lifts you up even more, letting you hold onto his arms as Atsumu makes your eyes roll back into your skull. He snaps his hips, ramming hard into your sweet spot, and you’re already too frantic to speak. 

“Barely got my dick in you and you’re already close? Again?” He's sliding in with another wet thrust, voice lilting and breathy, “You gonna cum after me fuckin’ you for just two minutes? You that easy?”

You sob, letting them hold you in place as he pounds away. You can’t pull enough air into your lungs, can’t do anything but lay there and take it as he overwhelms you with the pleasure. A hand presses into your stomach, Atsumu’s hand, and you can feel the bump of his cock as it strays even deeper. Tears sting at your eyes, arousal drowning you in it’s force and blinking them away only makes it worse. 

“Can you feel me, baby?” He purrs, and how can you not. “Feel how deep I am in your little cunny? You’re gonna make such a fucking mess for me.” 

“‘Tsumu, ‘Tsumu, please- ‘m gonna cum.” 

“No ones stopping you, baby.” But the cruel grin you can hear in his face makes you mewl before you can stop it, “Cant do all the work now, can I?”

You look up at Sakusa, eyes pleading and wide but when he quirks a brow, you know he won’t help you either. He only watches, face flushed despite its nonchalance and it makes you squirm even more. The feel of Atsumu’s cock drags against your walls, against your sweet spot, and you wail out a cry. 

You’re so spent already- babbling mindlessly as he rocks into you with his fat cock and you can’t stop yourself from clamping down like you refuse to let him go, gushing messily and squirting the mess of your release all over his thighs before you can warn them. 

“Oh shit,” Atsumu breathes, shuddering. It seems to hit him a second later and there’s pride gleaming in his eyes, a gleeful expression that makes them sparkle when he stares into your teary eyes. He fucks up into you, grinning at the wet slide. He looks up at Sakusa, untamed, “I made her fucking squirt. That was fuckin’ hot.” 

Sakusa did see- he was only centimeters away from your nervous face, and the look in his eyes was something close to animalistic. 

“Made a mess for him?” Sakusa whispers the words hot into your ear and shivers chase them down; makes your walls flutter and Atsumu whines. “You let someone else make you feel that good?”

His words are dripping with anger, with lust, and your body singes in response. You’re flipped over before you know what’s happening, back sitting to the sheets with sweat but no one cares to worry about it. 

“You’re mine.” Sakusa hisses, and Atsumu flinches anyway, tying off the condom after he slips out with shaking hands. Kiyoomi’s hand wraps around to your face, fingers curling into your cheeks hard enough to smush them together. He spares one to dart down your body, spreading apart your dripping folds to bare the leaky mess of your cunt.

Atsumu moans at the sight, throat bobbing. “Clean up your mess.” Sakusa tells him, but the blonde is too caught up in watching the creamy mess smeared across your inner thighs, still pooling slowly from your cunt, tongue darting out to wet his lips. 

“I said,” Kiyoomi’s face screws up tight, rage fluttering across his pretty features. His fingers curl in Atsumu's hair, wrenching a fist full to shove his head down. His nose brushes your stomach abruptly and you push greedily into the contact, eager for more. The pain makes him moan, a sound that tears through him so hard it shocks his body into compliance. “Clean up your fucking mess.” 

The order is absolute, given so hard it makes even you shudder and knock your legs further apart, the perfect accommodation. 

“Ye-yeah okay Omi.” Atsumu stutters, nervous and clumsy like he can’t do it fast enough, hands curling at your hips to lift them even higher. Hot breath fans across you and you whine at the overstimulation, squirming. “I can do that.” 

Sakusa rolls his eyes, “You’re a lot more bearable when your mouth is busy, anyways.” 

Atsumu pulls back, maybe to protest or let out another snarky comment but the heat is gone and you can’t help but dart down to grab him, using two fistufuls of bleach blonde hair to drag his mouth back to your pussy. “Hey,” You pant, staring down at him from your heaving chest, body sparking from the pleasure as he meets your eyes, “Who said you could stop?” 

He moans against your hot flesh and it reverberates, clanging down your spine in a violent shiver. You’re ravenous, so greedy you can’t help but want more. 

“Needy girl,” Sakusa clicks from behind you, but you can hear the amusement in his voice. Atsumu is kissing sloppily down your hip, roughly digging crescent shaped dents into your skin as he nips at your inner thigh. 

You use the fingers in his hair for leverage to grind against him, body shaking with every clever swipe but you don't care- can’t care anymore because his tongue is dragging through your drenched folds and Atsumu is carving his name into your clit with the flat of his wet, venomous tongue. 

He buries his face in like there’s no place he’d rather be and you buck up into him, releasing him to grapple for Kiyoomi even though he holds you steady. He shushes you, petting along your spine when Atsumu closes his lips around your swollen clit and sucks. 

He’s easing in two fingers, parting you with a wicked combination of lips and tongue but you’re too busy writhing to keep track, voice short of a scream he happily responds to. 

 “At-Atsumu!” You cry out when the orgasm sweeps through you; light flashing behind your eyelids. Every muscle reacts- twitching and spasming with shaky, uncontrollable motions but they hold you together even as you fall apart. 

The orgasm rips through you so hard your body thrashes, vision blacking out. 

“Sweet girl,” Kiyoomi soothes, pressing a kiss to your forehead, soothing it over with his hand, “You did good. Let’s get you cleaned up.” 

Atsumu is stretched out across the bed, feet and arms dangling off the sides but there’s a breathless smile on his face, glee flaring in his gaze when it settles on you. “That was fun. We should do it again.” 

“No.” 

“Omi!”