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đ TOYS R US: TOJI FUSHIGURO!
in which, toji accidentally slips your new vibrator onto himself and turns his dick like one insteadâŚ
I đ˛. I mdni ŕ¨ŕ§ f! reader. usage of a vibrator. squirting. praising + degrading. pet names: baby. overstimulation. mentions of: cock rings. size difference.
note. repost from my old blog !! :p
TOJI NEVER ENJOYED TOYS in bed, thinkingâknowing he, himself was enough. maybe too much even⌠how you could barely handle just his rugged body pressing against yours alone â full flush as his cock barrels deep into your sopping cunt was more than enough to keep you happy.
but the idea of bringing more fun into bed â just purely bullying your pussy at this point was a hobby for him. he just couldn't resist even thenâŚ
practically numb. your bundle of nerves tingle with the vibrations of the soft toy playing idly at your now puffy clit; feeling how toji rolls the intimate plaything and presses it harder as he nudges his cock in deeper. barreling himself bottomless and plunging with languid strokes almost agonizingly.
the vibrator alongside was setting off new sensations to run down your spine and coil neverending heat into your tummy. the different modes roll across your slit as the sauntering man above stuffs his cock in full chastity into your gummy walls, stretching them wide to his liking.
âatta girl-- told yah youâd like this stupid little thing,ââ toji groans at the sudden slip when he leaned forward to plant a sloppy kiss to your puckering lips. the toy vibrating too fast in his barred hands, it slips downwards. accidentally adding pleasure to the base of his cock â catching him off guard.
ââoh-- fuck.ââ you both moan in unison.
leafy eyes flicker up to yours, catching how your stomach sunk in, âyou⌠you felt that too?â and they flicker into cavernous fleeting thoughts as you try to nodâŚ
toji kept the toy spinning.
planting it steadily at the base of his cock and leaving the rest of his length buried inside of you. he could feel the toy vibrate against his skin and forcing a jitter to his cockâpractically making a toy of himself for you; and the foreign feeling of tojiâs shaft jerking inside of you without the snapping of his hips was extending the syllables of his name until words were barely recognizable.
not only did it this sensation arch your back into a bow â creating the perfect parabola, but it made toji moan more louder, and it was such a turn-on hearing that bleak man howl out more like a bitch in heat.
creating a sopping mess below you, your needy cunt was webbing a translucent ring of slick around the crown of his cock in response.
âfuck-- yes! toji, yes!ââ the pillow behind catches your swinging headâa head of mush. losing the ability to have coherent thoughts and to only babble out unknown words.
âi know-- fuck, i know.â tojiâs voice is deeper now, more primal, and he punctuates the singular word of, âfuck.â with another deep stroke to your cunt. practically rutting against your body with shakes of trembling legs as your own bent above his broad shoulders, almost paralyzing.
your nails dig into the nearest surface with an agape jaw. only heavy breaths and wails of pleas spew out.
pretty lips pulling back in an action that left raw teeth marks to linger â ridden and puffy, just like your bundle of nerves. toji pressed a toying thumb at your soft spot on replace of the toy, rolling and pinching at the sensitive pearl as he fucked you raw.
this feeling of you both gaining the power of this little plaything was as if he could perceive your sins through the sparks of your rolling, sweating bodies together âtill you bottomed out. falling into complacency when toji choose that moment to buck up into you just so.
bumping into your sweet spot in a way that caused an explosion of sparks to erupt in your brain.
your eyes peel back wide while held-back cries of exotic moans spiral out of control until your spongy walls spasm and clench tightly around his cock.
tojiâs being far more insistent than a few seconds ago as his jutting dick vibrated deep inside of you only causing a fleeting across your bodyâshivers to crawl and a shameful tremble of pleasure to increase. you suck thick air through gritted teeth as cum glistened around his cock, some even pooling against the sheets.
he grunts, âone more time⌠cum fâme one more time before i do, baby⌠i know you can.â
maybe this toy wasn't such a bad idea, besides that it created more interest â more interest in bullying, your poor, weeping pussy for his sake!ďżź
âdon't they make cock rings for stuff like this? we should get one afterâŚâ
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Hi Bella! I wanted to request HCs but wasnât sure if you have some character limit so Iâll just ask for three ppl! Can you please do general sex/NSFW HCs for Nanami Gojo and Toji? Thank you!
What Nanami | Gojo | Toji are like in bed
A/N:I added a little more and my character limit is 6 I forgot to state it in my Navigation. Also does anyone know how to start a story with Gyomei I know he is blind so itâs a bit hard to start it (the story is Fluff to Smut)
Warning: NSFW obviously, Use of being tied with his tie, praise kink, spanking, ball sucking, ďżźbreeding kink (For Nanami) praise and slight degrading kink, shower sex, hickeys, blind folding (For Gojo) Face sitting, hair pulling, face fuck, Degrading kink, overstimulation (For Toji)
Nanami Kento
When having sex with Nanami you donât know what youâre gonna get for that day
If he had a bad day at work your hands are gonna be tied behind your back with his tie while he fucks you from behind until youâre filled to the brim with his cum
You donât know how long you've been in this position all you know is that Nanami had to work overtime and he is pissed. your hands are tied behind your back feeling Nanamis cock plunge into your poor cunt, your cum, and his dripping down your inner thigh, your moans becoming breathy whines, your please barely being heard over his balls slapping your poor clit with each hard thrust. âFuck sweetheart you're the only one that can make my day better especially when your tight cunt is wrapped around my cockâ
If he had a good day heâll have slow sensual sex with him praising you left and right still filling you to brim with his cum tho
âOh sweetheart you feel so good, youâre being so good for me.â Moving his hips back and forth at a slow paste, his cock going deeper with each thrust making ďżź exaggerated moans slip past your lips. Feeling Nanami empty yet another load of his cum inside, âshit Y/N hold it in like the good girl/boy/baby you areâ
Whenever you give head to Nanami he always wants you to start with his balls, sucking on his balls has him finishing in seconds
When you first gave Nanami head you didn't think playing and sucking his balls would have him cumming on your face in seconds. So now whenever you want Nanami to feel good you start with sucking the head of his cock, then lead little kisses to his balls. Taking one in your mouth as one of your hands reach up to his cock, slowly moving your hand up and down as you suck one ball and play with the other. âOh god dear, you always know how to make me feel good.â
Now if you purposely pissed off Nanami he will bend you over his making you count how many times he spanked your ass, not stopping until heâs finished and if you mess up the count or donât count youâll have to start all over
You've been laying across his lap for 30 minutes now, you've messed up the count 4 times. âSweetheart, don't forget to count now you don't want me to start over again now do you?â âNoâ âGood so what number are we atâ â15â âGood job dearâ
Overall Nanami Kento is a man that goes back and forth between being mean/hard to being nice/slow. So he can be very âfunâ or be very sensual
Gojo Satoru
When fucking Gojo you know what your getting into and sometimes you question it
Now this man is loud and obnoxious in bed either mocking your moans or just being loud itâs that bad that you hold his head in between your neck and shoulder but that just has him suck and bite your neck leaving hickeys and bruises
âFuck baby you feel so good I would stay here all day if I couldâ feeling his cock reach all places inside your pussy, your moans becoming loud by the minute âfuck âToru you feel so goodâ after letting out your desperate moan Gojo looks at you with a devilish smirk âoh âtoru you feel so good, fuck Satoru your cock is so deepâ he lets out little giggles in between each mimic he makes. still ďżźmimicking you, you pull his head to you neck to shut him up and that when you feel him bite, lick and suck on your flesh.
Since his job is very demanding heâll always ask to take a shower which ends up with you getting your back blown out by him
You both have less than 20 minutes to finish or youâll just be left high and dry. âGojo we need to hurry upâ you moan out as your front is pushed up against the shower door âjust a couple more minutes baby you can do that right you can cum for me in a couple of minutesâ
Now Gojo canât decide if he wants to be mean or it he wants to be nice when he is dirty talking you so why not just combine them together right
Youâre on knees giving Gojo head as you play with your clit, âoh your such a good cumslut babyâ slowly moving your head to suck on his tip you feel Gojo move his shoe too your wet core moving it back and forth. âGood girl ride my shoe while sucking me off like a good whoreâ
But the one thing he LOVES doing to you is putting his blindfold on your face while fucking you and many different pastes
Gojo just walked into the house and being the caring S/O you are, you ask him if he needs to relax but his way of relaxing if blowing your back out as your bent over the couch, your eyes covered by his blindfold âoh baby you look so good with my blind fold onâ
Overall sex with Gojo Satoru is wild with the way he acts
Toji Fushiguro
Toji can go hours when he fucks but the question is can you? The answer is no you get tired after your 5th orgasm which leads to him overstimulating you
You lost count on how many times you came but all you k ow is that Toji is not tired and will keep going until he is satisfied. âToji please I can come no moreâ moaning out as he moves his hips at a brutal pace âYou can give me one more right sweetheartâ youâve been overstimulated since your 6th orgasm you might be at 10 or more who knows all you know is that your cunt is so sensitive.
After coming home from a long day at work all Toji wants to do is fuck your face, he loves feeling your throat ďżźcontort around his cock
Tojiâs day was long and stressful so his only way to relieve that stress was to fuck the absolute shit outta your throat. With each thrust of his hips he feels your throat contort and gag with drool coming out of your mouth your nose hitting his lower abdomen he canât find another way to feel better.
No matter what Toji will only degrade you
Youâve been going at it for hours now, the both of you facing the mirror in your room he holds your face up by your chin âLook at your my little slut arenât babyâ nodding your head feeling your climax coming as he ruts into your cunt
One of his favorite things to do is to have you sit on his face no matter how âbigâ or âheavyâ you are he doesnât care all he wants is for you to sit of his face not hover SIT
âWhat if I hurt youâ you say this as you sit naked on his stomach and he slowly rubs your sides trying to coax you to sit on his face he lets out a deep sigh âdoes it look like I give a shit.â Whimpering as he pulls your body up to his face and forces you down his wet tongue. Sucking and licking at your clit ,Toji knows your enjoying yourself as you rock your hips back and forth on his face
One of Tojis favorite positions is doggy style because one your ass looks great another is because he loves pulling your hair
Youâve been going at it for hours now, his hands buried into your hair as he tugs and grips on it every time he moves. âToji harderâ you practically scream âyou want me to pull your hair harder baby, huh?â
Overall you need to have a good stamina to fuck Toji Fushiguro
Š Bella 2022
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iâm hard rn OMG
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tw. dubcon, implied forced cheating, size kink, threesome, noncon filming, light manhandling, double penetration, creampie, voyeurism, male & female oral
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a/n. ⥠commissioned by a follower who iâm so very grateful for ⥠thank you thank you thank you for the commission!!! it was a blast getting to write two guys i normally don't get to write a ton, though oikawa makes me emo in this story jidfhygduuyf i hope you like the story my love!! thank you a million for commissioning me âĄâĄâĄ
ushijima wakatoshi x fem!reader x kageyama tobio
Thereâs a sheen of sweat on Tooruâs forehead, gripping the bathroom table a bit too tight for your liking. Tight enough for the muscles to twitch, his knuckles white. Youâre dutiful in your silence as you hang off his side, gently stroking down his back as he stares into the mirror before him lost, angryâ and with his pretty chestnut brown eyes fighting a storm of defeat all of his own. You feel his shoulder blades shift before he pushes up and blows out a tense breath, and blinks through the wetness glossing his eyes. And your heart seems to go hot and cold all at once, hurting even a fraction like he is.
âItâs okay. Youâre okay, Tooru,â you whisper into the pressing quiet of the fancy hotel bathroom, and swallow the tenseness down. And your perfect vision of a husband lingers, letting your arms come to his back to rub up and down in comfort. âHey, breathe.â He looks like heâs fading just about now, coming apart at the seamsâ and Oikawa Tooru doesnât falter often. In all of your years knowing the brunet, you can count on one hand the times his determination couldnât get him past all the hurdles. Tooru fights until it cracks him; catches up to him to kick him in the faceâ and even then.
His eyes find yours, and he cups your cheeks in his large, calloused hands. Then he bends until your lashes brush together and his lips push against yours with a soft noise. Your hands still on his back, as he pulls you closer, kept so close to his chest it aches a little. âIâm sorry,â his voice breaks when leaving your mouth, âIâm just- justââ
âI know. This was important to youâŚâ Your hands are a bit wobbly as you reach to grab his face too, nose to nose, âbut youâll get another chance. You always do.â Your husbandâs hand comes to cover yours, the warm metal of his matching your fourth finger in stride. But even though you say it with as much conviction as you can muster, an Olympic stage doesnât come around often. You know that. And why it hurts as much as it does to stand here before him and assure him that everything will be okay. Your lip wobbles, and you close your eyes when he kisses you again. Tender, loving⌠desperate. âYouâll be okay,â you chant against his mouth, hoping that saying it will make it true.
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The wind picks up enough to carry the whistles, shouts and cheers across the school grounds to your ear, as your friend pulls your arm with a pout on her pretty face. You want to indulge her, you do, but⌠âCome on~ thereâs a bunch of hot guys sweating and playing sports in the gym, letâs go~â she pouts, giving you the kicked-puppy expression to match. âItâs Aoba Johsai playing, and you know what that means.â
âDo I?â you sigh back, grabbing her hand tighter before all her enthusiasm lets her fall face first over a pebble.
âIt means Oikawa Tooru is here to gawk at.â She bites her lip with a little raise of her eyebrows, then nudges you. âI hear heâs a total hottie.â You roll your eyes, and fix your backpack on your shoulders, then let out a deep sigh. Before she can take it as a sign of defeat, you shake your head and attempt to walk into the further back of the massive Shiratorizawa schoolyardâ for some much needed peace and quiet.
âIâm not going,â you breathe, and plant your feet into the ground.
You end up waving two purple pom poms around for almost three hours that afternoon, hot cheeks and baby hair sticking to your lipgloss more than once. And you canât help but stare and shiver along with everyone else in the room when the balls bang onto the floor with a noise to kick the air out of your lungs, or cheer each time the crowd goes wild over another impossible save. The girl by your side chattering away between each break about the other schoolâs star setter, twirling her hair with a giggle. You canât help but laugh along.
Only, when hazel-green eyes meet yours, that spark of joy bursts into an inferno in your chest, and you look away from the field without a second warning. You donât like coming here anymore for a reason.
After the match youâre whisked down the stairs in a mess of classmates, arms hooked until the faux-redhead squeaks something about saying hi to Oikawa. You let her run off with joy. But youâre left standing by the gym doors for no longer than five minutes, before a warmth radiates over your back that has you turning in surprise. âYou came,â the deep voice is soft but pointed, like youâre a novelty to the locals. Youâre not, but the slightest bit of engagement is enough to have you floating. The tall manâs fresh out the showers, and smells so nice, it momentarily distracts you from the facts. You flush, and heat up on the inside, like someoneâs shoved a hot poker down your throat as soon as he lifts his brows though.
âNot for you. My classmates wanted to see the match.â Then after a few seconds, you take your eyes off of his handsome, structured face to stare resolutely at the wall instead, willing yourself not to notice how his hand comes out to brush your hair away from your face, thinking better of it when you move back. âIâm still mad at you, Wakatoshi.â
âHow much longer will you be mad for?â The dry question makes you huff, sucking air between your teeth. But you canât be mad, not really. Not when those beautiful hazel greens find yours genuinely, as if hanging off your every word.
Your mouth snaps open, only to have you stop halfway to chewing him out. âI donât know yet. Until youâve learned your lesson. Until you say youâre sorââ
âIâm sorry,â he says instantly, and grabs the front of your shirt to gently coach you closer to his sturdy, perfect form. Itâs infuriating too, that youâre so damn weak to it. He knows how to work your weaknesses by simply breathing. âI donât like when we fight. Forgive me.â Ushijima goes in halfway for a hug, but lets you close the rest of the distance, and you do, easily. Too easily, probably. But when he leans in to kiss you, you back away enough to have his hand chase after your chin, trying and failing to grip it.
âStill mad,â you remind him, and pull your jersey closer around your body. And though you can tell he has something to say about the matter, a whirlwind of chatter coming from down the hall breaks your attention away. As the world would have it, none other than -what you can only assume is- the other schoolâs star setter walks down the hall, politely trying to maneuver through the gaggle of girls on his trail. Itâs embarrassing, to say the least, to have so much sway over those poor girls with just a bright smile and a pretty face. And it is pretty, you instantly realize.
Tall, incredibly good looking, with chiseled features that could put a lesser girl to shameâ you find yourself staring just long enough to catch the way he zeroes in on Wakatoshiâs face behind you. Who has gone even more uncharacteristically quiet. A tense moment passes, before Ushi breathes out a little sigh and acknowledges the other man. âOikawa.â Some of the girls only stop chattering to look between the two of them with cautious eyes, some accusatory, some equally star-struck. But the pretty brunet barely stops walking and smiling.
The only thing that makes you aware of the tension in his face is the way his eyes are hard and sharp, not making the sudden hostility any more pressing. You feel a chill travel down your spine at the sight. âUshi-waka.â You saw the match. Behind that ferociously determined spirit is talent and passion and years of practice, and the serves hitting the floor full force at Oikawa Tooruâs hands had been just as impressive as Wakatoshiâs in speed and power. But for some reason, the way he glares like heâd make the other drop dead on the spot scares you much more than any threat of physicality.
And Ushijima must sense something in the way you take the tiniest step back, because he puts a comforting hand on your shoulder and strokes the skin there with his thumb. It keeps your hairs from standing up, as you swallow, and go to turn awayâ showdown over. Only, as if just noticing you, Oikawaâs eyes slowly slide down, meeting yours. And he goes a little blank for a split second, before walking past. But you donât miss the way he glances over his shoulder again, and makes every inch of your skin break out in goosebumps.
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A lot has changed since your first meeting with the guy, you canât help but muse, a little nostalgic at the thought. You tug at your dress to fix it proper, and blink at your stretched out hand to watch the golden band gleam in the warm light of the room. A room filled with athletes, some you know, some you donâtâ some who tower over every ânormalâ person around, and have to bend to get through doors. A gathering, courtesy of the Olympic village, to break any animosity or pretense of team rivalry outside of the court. Itâs a sweet idea, but you canât exactly blame Tooru for absolutely refusing to come. Ushijima isnât a person whoâll choose to eat his words in order to spare someoneâs feelings. You know that better than most.
Your brunet is holed up in your hotel room for the night, and will stay there. Still, you found it important to come, if only to keep up the pleasant facade that your husband isnât eating himself alive. Over losing. Over being outdone. But most of all, over the creeping idea of not measuring up that still, still plagues him from time to time. Even for all the growth the man you love has gone through since highschool, no one is strong enough to stomach this. You get it. You do wish youâd attempted to find yourself anyone to talk to tonight, slowly sipping your champagne as you watch the familiar faces mingle.
But you donât stay lonely for too long. A deep voice clears behind you. Familiar, it chants through your skull. You turn, and bite back a gasp, at having to tilt your head back even father since high school. Wakatoshi looks so grown, thatâs the first thing that strikes you, his hands casually resting in the pockets of his white blazer as he wears a tiny smile. He looks good, hair a brighter brown, skin golden against the light jacket; and those pretty hazel greens pin you right in place.
He still says your name like itâs something to cherish, before giving you an up and down. One that last long enough to make shivers break out on your legs, blatant as ever. You flush, but donât say anything when he reaches out to run a hand over your head.
A little too familiar for you not to brush it off. âWhereâs the husband?â he asks after a moment of biting his tongue, making a point to look around for him.
âTooru was practicing for hours after Mondayâs match, and heâs been a bit feverish since. Heâs not used to the springtime weather anymore.â
âAh,â Wakatoshi wisely chooses to say nothing more, and glances at your face under those long lashes again. âYou look- stunning.â It shouldnât make something twirl in your belly. Youâre told every day by your husband. But because of who itâs coming from⌠all actions and no talk, usually- it tickles a needy, nagging sense in your skull. He stands in all his tall, robust glory, sipping champagne; and your eyes instinctively go over his wide shoulders, tiny waist, thick thighs. Heâs gotten even bigger. You didnât know that was possible. And you can feel the way it churns in your brain, all messed up with memories of before, of how that body used to feel against yours, that it takes just a second longer to banish those thoughts far from your mind.
Wakatoshi doesnât say anything if he notices the way you avert your eyes quickly after you realize, and instead makes a noise before moving. âOh, I have someone you should meet.â He motions to another man from the group heâs mingling in to come stand to his side. âThis is Kageyama Tobio, my teammate.â Youâre perfectly aware of who the stranger is, of course. His black hair falls in little tufts over his brows as deep, ocean blue eyes find yours, the man before you swallowing tensely. âSheâs the one I told you about,â Ushi says, then picks a fresh flute off the waiter when he passes by. âMore champagne?â
You take the glass with a little smile, and shift your weight towards what you well know to be Oikawaâs junior. Despite that though, you never got to meet the guy. Heâs also -handsome, go figure- with a cute, lost expression and high cheekbones, and that jawline, and body. You only really take note of the fact that youâve been talked about when you look back at your long time acquaintance to lift a brow. âAll good things,â he assures quickly, âwe were looking forward to seeing you here tonight.â
Your giggle is one to smooth over whatever fondness you hear in his voice with indifference, twirling your glass. âIâm sure both of you are missing Tooru more than youâd have missed me.â
And Tobio, who at first seemed like a quiet, gentle type, shrugs to speak up. âNot really. Him not being here is⌠well, it definitely makes things easier.â The vague statement makes you look up, but the noiret only drops his eyes to your neck and down. Wakatoshi instead reaches out to gently wrap his hand around the wrist holding the delicate glass, and leads you a bit closer.
âI need you to know that I remember us well.â The statementâs so bold it makes you believe you mustâve heard wrong, but Wakatoshi doesnât falter. âHow good we were, how you felt on meââ
ââThat is so inappropriate, Wakatoshi.â
âOikawaâs been a pain in our asses for years, you know,â Kageyama joins in, staring you down as your face goes hot at how he leans down to get level with you. Like he expects an apology from you personally. Like you, by extension, are the same type of annoyance. You try to say anything about the ridiculousness of that, but Ushiâs grip on you remains so solid. And you donât want to cause a scene. âWe wanted to give him a present for his playing at the Olympics this year. Have to give it to him-â
â-he puts the monster in monster generation.â Ushijima almost looks pleasant when he smiles at the end of it, and then turns to face you more, making you get even closer to his sturdy chest. âStep out with me for a moment, will you?â
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âI- I donât-â
Youâre lifted by your ass into his body, soft lips roaming wildly against yours as he melts to you, and moans into the deep, messy kisses. Tobio kisses like heâs got something to prove, tongue dominating your attempt to slow down by grabbing your face in both hands and forcing a deeper kiss onto you. âPretty, he called you pretty,â Tobio huffs into your mouth, catching his breath while equally greedy hands roam your stomach under your dress. âCall that the understatement of the century.â
âYou didnât need any more convincing,â Ushi just says. His mouth is back on your pulse then, big, warm hands sliding down your tummy with your dress hiked up all the way to your midrif. Itâs electric. And you want to cry with how desperately your body responds to their greedy touches. You feel horrible, you should fight. You should do anything except take it like this. But the locked room separates you from the other people, and from your purse and therefore phone. Tobioâs dragged out noise of enjoyment burns into your brain as you watch his eyes roll back into his head, cheeks pinker but eyes just as cold and calculating as they were earlier.
Still, he kisses you without pause, down your jaw, neck, tugging your top aside to lick down the valley of your breasts. âNo, wait- s-stop. Stop touching me. Toshiââ
âYou want it.â The brunet says plainly, no decorum as his hand cups your cunt over your panties. And sure, youâre not dry, but thatâs only a natural reaction. âDonât lie to yourself like this.â The cold tone makes way for a warmer hum when you squeak and reach to hold onto his large hand from touching further, but your fingers shake. âI want you too, baby. âVe missed you.â
He rubs his crotch against your ass to make you feel just how much, his hard cock pressing hard against you. Big and needy. Youâre letting out a surprised mewl at the touch, to which Tobio grunts. âWant to get eaten out?â
âNo, no- I donât- canât,â you chant, and close your eyes, until a sharp pain hits your ass cheek and makes you jump. Tobio doesnât bother to soothe the ache, kneading into the soft skin with a deadpan look.
âDo you, or do you not want to get eaten out?â he repeats. He pushes your straps off your shoulders to free your chest and pushes your bra aside, pawing at your tits as soon as theyâre out. And you try to struggle, you do, but Wakatoshiâs grip on your hip is tight as he nudges your underwear aside and slick coats the digits. âYouâre not getting out of this either way, you owe us this. Owe Ushijima san this for leaving him for Oikawa.â
âWe were broken up, I didnât leave anyone,â you snap, but quickly quiet when he flicks your nipples and leans to take one into his mouth. Ushi meanwhile rubs just a single of his long, thick fingers through your mess below and hums softly at the warm wetness, satisfied at your current state. He knows you get pouty and woozy when you have your pussy played with, using it to his full advantage as you bend under their touches.
âQuick, pick,â Tobio grunts, sucking on your other breast harder than before, and leaving a soft bite at the underside of your tit.
âYes, y-yes-aw,â you jerk as he sucks harder, like heâs trying to mark you, and push his face away. Thereâs a tight, tense moment; before the noiret gives in and gets down to his knees. Ushiâs quick to slide your panties down your legs, taking with a thin line of slick down your leg as he drops them and Tobio grabs one thigh to put it high over his shoulder. You place a hand on his crown for stability as he dips his mouth to kiss the top of your pussy, then lower, using his tongue to spread you. One hand comes up to hold your ass and push you closer to his face, as he gets to work on the wetness that coats your bottom lips.
Meanwhile, Ushi comes to your front to watch you for a few moments, then nods and peeks his tongue out to wet those plush lips. âYou look good like that. Here, letâs get you out of these.â The rest of your dress and your bra are discarded, tossed aside to make way for his large, rough hands that stroke all over your skin, down your tits, to push at your clit and make your hips buck. Tobio grunts into your pussy at that, and pushes the hand just as quick back up like itâs offensive. Instead his mouth comes to cover the sensitive but, as he sucks so hard it makes your eyes flutter. âOh-n- fuck. Fuck, fuck.â
His tongue toying at the nub, up and down, and rocking your hips against his mouth with a hum. Ushijima grabs your face in his hands to lead you to him now, kissing you just as hard and deep as he used to. Grunts into your mouth when your hands go to grab at the front of his shirt, feeling the heat of his chest under your fingertips. You whine back, trying not to pull harder at Tobioâs hair as he buries his face into your wet cunt, or at the way Toshi lets his lips travel the expanse of your neck. âGet on my cock,â Wakatoshi suddenly breathes, taking you away from Kageyamaâs face with a quick motion. You stumble off, careful not to knee the pretty noiret in the face.
Tobioâs not pleased by the way his eyes narrow at the other man, but gets up from his kneeling position to lick his lips and starts undressing too. âWhat he said.â He also pulls his phone out, and aims it at your face.
Something you panic over, trying and failing miserably to grab at it when he leans back. âAh ah ah, stop that. Itâs just to remember.â The phone makes a familiar ding, something that makes your skin itch. âDonât look at me like that, itâs harmless. Unless youâd rather we open this door and fuck you like that.â No, your mind screams, fighting against Ushiâs hold harder.
âThereâs people out there,â you balk, staring between them two of them like theyâre crazy. âNo, no, stopâ I want-â Your head is floaty from the alcohol and the anxiety, but even you know that the door to the toilets wonât be enough to keep out the noise. âPeople will hear!â But Wakatoshiâs hands are rough as he positions you with your face towards Kageyama, and pushes between your shoulder blades until youâre clinging onto him too.
âOnly if you keep being difficult,â Toshi says. You instead give the noiret a look, but he shrugs, and leans in to kiss your lips again, biting your bottom lip until it stings. âI will stretch you for it only if youâre quiet, soâŚâ The rest of the sentence isnât spoken aloud, but you understand the threat plenty when he presses a kiss to your throat, right where he used to love putting his hickeys. âIf you donât want Tooru to know, be good.â
Then he slips a finger into your pussy, other hand going under to support your belly. He slides his finger in and out a few times, pushing those long digits far into you, before pushing at your puffy clit. The touch makes your hips twitch, and he uses that as fuel to continue with a second finger. âYouâre very wet.â
âBecause she likes being treated like this,â Tobio coos a bit too smugly, puckering your lips by pushing on your cheeks with his fingers. He lords the phone right at your face, grinning from above you. âHow about your use that pretty mouth, hm?â Youâre pushed down even further to watch as Tobio slides his boxers down and a glossy, pretty cock almost hits you in the face. He taps the head on your lips a few times, then strokes himself against your mouth. The warmth of his cock rubbing all over your puffy lips. âOpen up.â
Ushiâs quick to pop his fingers in and out of your hole to, rubbing over your clit again and again with rough but precise motions that drive you crazy. Every touch pulling the coil in your stomach a bit tighter. Each time he pulls out his fingers with a lewd pop, you feel slick run down your cunt and inner thighs, and shiver. âWet. Still so wet for me.â Heâs not wrong, and the knowledge makes your face burn like an inferno, closing your eyes as Tobioâs cock head sides past your lips. Big and heavy, he pushes it deep in with just one thrust ans makes your eyes waterâ so you close them.
Let him grab your face and use you, as Wakatoshi plays with your pussy and then pushes off his own pants and boxers too. You donât need to see him to feel the way his cock twitches as he presses it against your ass and then between your legs. Heâs so thick you have to widen your stance a little, and the brunet hums in agreement at the sight. âGood girl. Youâre cute like this.â Tobio chuckles softly, and thrusts deep into the back of your mouth until you gag.
âReally cute, for sure.â Though you wanna glare at him through your lashes, heâs big enough to have the back of your mouth ache after just a few sucks. So you pop his cock out to take a deep breath, drool and precum on your lips and tongue, and suck his balls into your mouth instead. One at a time, until Tobioâs eyes go tighter and he bites his bottom lip. âFuck, thatâs it. Youâre good at that.â
You donât get to linger in the praise, because the brunet behind you pushes into your cunny with a low groan. So slowly you feel every inch he slides in more, more, more until he bottoms out the last bit in one sharp thrust, and knocks the air right out of your lungs. âStill my favorite pussy, so tightâshit.â
âTake my cock in your mouth again, little one, g-good, like that.â Tobio throws back his head to moan your name under his breath, then pushes you back a bit more until heâs fully fucking into your face. Until drool runs down your chin, and he pants a string of swears. âGod, thatâs it. How does she feel?â
âLike heaven.â Then Wakatoshi starts thrusting with a rhythm enough to make you go cross eyed, far into your soft, plushy walls. He bounces you on his cock as each pump into you hits that spot just right, and doesnât stop rubbing your puffy nub even when you reach back to grab for him. Tobio keeps abusing your throat until tears and spit running down your face, and Ushi doesnât stop either. The coil pulls too tight. You pull off Kageyama just quick enough as your thighs flex and shake, and white and black comes over your closed eyes hard. âFuckâ Toshi, Tobio-hgâangh. Stop, stop, âs too muchâfu-ugh.â
âCumming already?â Tobio chuckles, stroking his cock in his hand with a wet noise. You rest your head against his hip as you shake and shudder under your orgasm.
Youâre clenching hard enough to slow the thrusts to a crawl, but only just, and as soon as he gets enough roomâ he starts fucking you again, just as hard into your overstimulated body. âWeâre not done, doll.â
âWeâre sending you back with a medal. Now, âaahâ.â
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