#💫ch.meian

[iwaasfairy]

𝙳𝙴𝙵𝙸𝙲𝙸𝚃

you love your big brother too much to get sick of playing his games. that's a type of luxury you're not allowed. for the intoxicated collab from the whorehouse! i'm so happy i got to join this one, please go support the amazing writers there as well ♡

.wordc. 4.5k+ tw incest, noncon/dubcon, manipulation, mafia meian, underage drinking, drug use, organized crime msby, implied violence/murder, mention of blood, reader is sick at the end

You’re almost instantly scared into silence when you offer a gentle hello, and your words are stomped into the floor with a glare. Sakusa, you only know his name from hearing it in passing, simply stares at you until you move out of the way, walking past you as you hang your head a bit lower.

To his credit, Sakusa doesn’t bother you. And you don’t bother him, that seems to be the unspoken deal you’ve come to. You only trail behind him as he walks through the living room, waiting at the stairs for you. And you fist your hands into your skirt, but bite through the anxiety of it to walk him to the second door and motion your head. “They’re waitin’ for you, I think.”

The noiret manages to give you a small nod, and you look from his handsome face to your feet. That’s probably all you’re going to get out of him, but still your mouth cracks open. “Go niichan was in a pretty bad mood earlier.” You watch as he seems to consider this, before knocking his knuckles onto the door and watching with only mild surprise as it swings open to reveal another man.

Big, buff, grey-haired, and looking straight past you as he drags Sakusa inside with a wide smile and some excited chatter. You don’t mind him barely seeing you, it’s almost better that way. Before you can go though, a dark gaze finds you at the door and Shugo calls your name. A shiver runs down your spine as you feel the pairs of eyes on you now, multiple, and glance across the room for him. You’re used to being treated as invisible by his friends, and while it used to bother you while you were younger, now it just scares you when they don’t.

You hear the things they used to say about your big brother and his friends in highschool, and now even years later, it’s only gotten worse. The rumors are no longer just that, and you’re more than happy to just shrink away from the spotlight when it comes to having them around your place. But Shugo’s still your big brother, he loves you, you know he does. The fact that he cares only makes it harder to pretend like all of this isn’t happening.

You’ve seen the way he comes home with blood splashed on his shirt and a darkness in his eyes that doesn’t belong to any sane person. You’ve seen the way his friends talk about death with a smile, like they’re on top of the world. You always stayed away from it all, only acting like a hostess from time to time, letting the heaps of men in. Watching when they carry guns into your home, or the occasional bloodied person. Those days are especially hard to sleep. Those days are the ones where you crawl into Shugo’s bed and cling to him for a semblance of normality. At least he lets you.

Where the men normally ignore you, probably Shugo’s order, they always dare to sneak glances when their leader calls for you. They sneak glances now, sharp eyes following the skittish way you walk in as he motions you over. Shugo nii is sat at the very opposite end of the dimly lit space, the furthest away from your escape to your own room, one arm swung over the back of the couch and flanked by two other men that scare you too much to really acknowledge.

You stare at the ground as long as you can, until a figure meets you halfway. You look up. Shugo sends you a wide smile as his hand drops on your shoulder, leaning down to level his eyes with you. “Hey, little bunny. You came just in time, niisan needs a little favor. Ya can do that, yeah?” The whispers in the room seem to swell until he lifts a hand, and then everything is suddenly deathly quiet. It feels like every ear is trained on hearing you two now. Your swallow feels too loud, and Shugo takes your hand with his free one. His fingertips are rough under yours, squeezing your hand slightly.

But you bite your lip and nod, keeping his eyes as long as you can. You remember when it used to be just you and Shugo, when you’d curl up in his safe arms and he’d stroke your hair ever so gently. When he would wake himself up with his nightmares and have to come find you for comfort too. It’s not that long ago, but it seems lifetimes apart from the way he carries himself now. Maybe that’s what power does to a man. He’s not bothered by your mental struggle, if he even notices at all. The smile only widens. “We need yer opinion.” Again you nod.

The hand around your shoulder seems to squeeze tighter in anticipation for your answer, and he peeks out his tongue a bit before he speaks. “Who do you think is the most dangerous here?” His voice is almost a whisper, it sets your hairs on end. You hate this. But you oblige his request by turning and looking around the room, trying to avoid looking at any of them for too long. But even if you don’t, the way their gazes seem to travel the exposed stretch of your skin and the intrigue in their eyes don’t stay away. You’ll never understand why Shugo likes making you a target.

Bokuto and Atsumu are both grinning too much to be safe options to pick, you definitely don’t want to feed into their egos more. The wide-eyed expression on Hinata’s face is even scarier, and you’d rather not have any more of his attention on you than you have to. You end up at a figure slumped into one of the seats at the side of the room, unbothered with the whole thing. Dark, curly hair, and a safer choice if nothing else. You take a deep breath. But when you turn back to him he has straightened out, towering over you as he waits, his eyes narrowed just slightly. He’s still smiling, but a bit too wide.

Whatever you were going to say would be the wrong answer, clearly. You bite your bottom lip, sucking it into your mouth to soothe your nerves just a little. And you instead point up at him, breathing tight under his stern expression. The room is still so quiet. Shugo just hums and moves his hand to instead cup your cheek, his warm palm enveloping your now cold skin, making you meet his eyes. “And who’s the least dangerous here?” he coos, thumb stroking the soft curve of your face.

“I am,” you breathe out the words, barely having enough strength to voice them, and again Shugo hums in agreement. He lets go of you now, instead turning you to face everyone else, and loops his heavy, strong arms around your waist to pull you close to him.

“If any of you say somethin’ like that about my little sister again, I’ll kill ya myself.” His hands roam down your waist to grab at your hips instead, as if anchoring you in place when he hovers his lips over your ear, making your embarrassment flare even more. “And if yer gonna be whoring yourself out to anyone, it’ll be me. Yer mine,” he presses a little kiss to the skin behind your ear, “don’t forget it.”

+

You only learn a couple days later what he really means, when your boyfriend’s phone keeps going straight to voicemail. You’d tried your very best to keep him out of everything, you never even introduced him to Shugo or anything. But you should’ve known better than to assume your big brother wouldn’t know. When you come back home that night, he’s sat in the couch, one hand hanging over it with a knife that drips blood in thick, heavy drops onto your floor. For a moment you consider just ignoring him, trekking back to your room without a word.

But he’s looking at you through heavy lashes where you stand, before you drop your bag at the door. There’s a slash from his collarbone down and spilling red into his shirt, as he pushes himself up onto one elbow to watch you approach. You don’t say anything as you take the knife from his hand and put it aside, not wincing at the strong scent of iron that fills your nose. You only get in between his thighs to start unbuttoning his shirt, carefully peeling it from his sweat-covered skin and pulling a few threads out of the wound. “Yer mad at me, right?” his deep voice comes, as you finish unbuttoning the shirt. You look up at him.

Blood is splattered and dried on his cheek, his deep blue eyes meeting yours, almost black in the dimness of the room. Despite everything, there’s still something there you want to believe is gentleness. Care. You just hope you’re not imagining it. “If this is about that kid, I did that for yer own good, ya know?” he starts, wincing a little when you maneuver his arm out of the shirt too sharply at the topic, pulling it out of the way. You hate having to patch him up, but if you don’t, no one will. And then you won’t have anyone. You’re not sure you can handle that.

No, you know you can’t. “He would’ve hurt you.”

“He wouldn’t have done anything, Go nii,” you snap, standing to get a rag and some disinfectant, before kneeling back between his legs. “He was a nice person. He cared about me.” As you start wiping down the blood, you take a moment to stare at your brother, chest shining with sweat and his head thrown back. Large, black tattoos going from his waist and chest all the way to his neck. His hooded eyes still on you when you sit up to scrub his neck too, a hand coming to the small of your back. When you pause, he leans into you until his forehead is pressed to yours, and lingers there.

You can feel the puffs of air on your lips while you look at him, stare, really. You’re always known that Shugo was attached to you. Even when he cut all of his old friends out of his life and started causing trouble every other day, he was there for you. He was yours, as you were his. But that was then, and now it no longer feels so platonic. They way he leans into the motion and hovers his mouth right over yours, lips brushing yours ever so softly, it shouldn’t— you should pull away. His hand winds up to your neck to keep you in place, before he dips down to close the last bit of distance.

And though it’s a soft kiss, as gentle as you know his big body can handle it, you feel wrong. His mouth on yours and the way he clings to you like you’re a lover is so wrong, and you pull back with a sigh. He doesn’t let go of you until you shove at his arm, separating your lips and falling back on your butt. It stings, but you don’t care. You just stare at him like he’s suddenly grown two heads, and scramble back up. “God, what is wrong with you?! Yer such a piece of shit, niichan! You just killed-”

“We belong together!” he snaps back, eyes hardening when you throw the rag towards him and look around the space. You don’t know what you’re doing, really, because hiding in your room when he’s mad at you doesn’t help. He’s kicked down the door before without hesitation, and you know he’ll do it again. Your eyes fall to the bottle of alcohol he must’ve taken out before, grabbing the glass.

“Is this expensive?” You shove the glass forward and some of the amber spills out onto the floor, and you’re glad when his frown leaves his face to stare at you. “It is, right?”

“That’s not for you,” he tries, but you’re already bringing the glass to your lips and chugging down the contents. Something you regret almost instantly when the harsh taste and the burning hits your throat, making you cough. You put the glass down and take the bottle anyway though, still trying to swallow down the vile taste as you glare at him. “I told you.” He just looks a bit defeated now, and you just hope it isn’t by your rejection of him. But you’re mad, and this is about the only time you dare to stand up to him.

“Screw you, Go nii!” you bite out, shaking your head at him. Your voice cracks a little when tears start to well up, from either the burn or his expression you don’t know. “You can’t just meddle in my life any time I do something you don’t like.” You walk out of there, but resist the urge to slam the door as you climb the steps and already feel a slight warmth spread from your belly to your lungs, hiding out into your room.

+

When you wake up in the middle of the night, your hair is matted to your forehead. It’s too warm, and you’re a bit dizzy. But most of all, there’s a distinct pit in your stomach that seems to dig deeper with every breath. You throw your blankets off of you and get out of the bed, staring at the heavily decorated bottle of liquid to your side. The moonlight catches the deep amber color and makes it shine a little, and you grab it with a sigh. You can’t in good conscience do something to hurt him, not really. Despite his overbearing nature, he’s always protected you. Maybe your boyfriend really did deserve it.

It’s a small fight you’re too drowsy to think about. Instead you just tiptoe out of your room and down the hall to the bigger bedroom, and push open the door. Your eyes have to adjust to the darkness for a split second, but when they do, you notice niichan is sitting up in bed. Slumped but clearly showered, and his gash has been stitched up. His chest rises and falls a few times. “Can’t sleep?” he asks. You’re not surprised he’s awake, but you are a little surprised he’s so soft as he asks it. You thought he’d be more mad, at least.

You walk over, put the heavy bottle on the bedside table, and crawl onto the mattress. Shugo lifts the blankets for you to crawl in. You do. “I’m sorry for earlier, niichan. I shouldn’t have gotten so mad, or drank your stuff.”

He chuckles a little when you shuffle closer until you’re able to rest your head on the uninjured side of his chest. The beating of his heart is calm, comforting against you. “How was it?” he smiles as he asks it, and even wider when you tilt your face to look at him.

“Horrible.” That makes him nod, and pull you a little closer by your shoulders. As you listen to the silence of the house, bathing in his warmth, he leans over to take a little box in hand and pop it open, taking one of the rolled papers and putting it between his lips. He’s quick to light it too, bathing himself in the faintest orange glow. He takes a few pulls, before blowing the smoke away from you, and you snuggle closer. It only makes you feel more guilty for earlier, though you can’t really figure out why.

Maybe it’s that despite everything horrible you know he does, you never have to see too much of it. He’s careful to keep most of that stuff away from you, knows you couldn’t watch a guy getting shot or worse. When everyone abandoned you two, you only had each other. Of course he’d learn to be reliant on you, and reliance builds love. It’s the way things go. You turn your head so you can comfortably watch him as he fills his lungs with smoke and then lets it slip back between his lips so casually. He smiles when meeting your eyes. “You can’t have this one, bunny, don’t even try it.”

“If yer gonna be like that I don’t want it anyway,” you pout, barely a second before he dips his face to yours and nudges your chin a bit more up with his finger. His lips press back to yours, but this time you don’t pull away. And he blows a bit of smoke into your mouth when you open it, before pulling back. Most of it escapes from your mouth, as you stare at him in surprise. His mouth corners pull up a little, but it stays at that, and the dart is back to his lips before you can say anything.

“You can try something else though,” he suddenly says, between pulls. “Don’t want yer first experience with alcohol to be that shit. If yer gonna do it anywhere it’s better to do it with me, right?” He moves you off of him to slip out of the comforter and leave you missing his heat, searching between all the bottles displayed next to the mini bar to pick out one with pink liquid in it. “Here, this is sweeter. You can have it.” He takes two pulls, before twisting open the cap and handing it to you, then slipping back into bed with you.

You give it a cautious sniff, but it does indeed smell nice. Fruity. You take a mouthful under his watchful eyes, wincing a little. The heavy alcoholic taste is still present, and it doesn’t sit well on your tongue, but the sugary coating does help. It’s not nearly as bad as that other demonic drink. Watching you keep it in your cheeks only makes him laugh more, grabbing your face and keeping his so close. “Swallow it, go on.” There’s a darkness in his hooded eyes as he watches you struggle to swallow the entire mouthful, but eventually you manage.

And though the taste isn’t pleasant either, the fruity sweetness that stays in your mouth after almost convinces you it wasn’t that bad. “Better,” you end up saying, though you poke out your tongue to wet your lips, and he nods. You take another gulp, and another. When you start feeling a little wobbly, he takes it out of your hands, but you reach for his arm with a whine. Your belly and chest feel warm, and your feet endlessly cold, and you just want to nuzzle your face into his chest.

“Wanna finish the bottle, do ya?” he smiles, and you only give a sloppy nod. In truth, you don’t really know if you do. Your stomach feels full and the burn in the back of your throat still hasn’t gone away, but it makes you feel so comfortable. So easy. You feel warm and nice, and his hand on your thigh feels really, really good. “Just slow down a little,” he says, before handing you it back and letting you take another smaller gulp.

Your tongue is heavy by the time he takes the empty bottle from your clammy hands, room spinning and your heartbeat seemingly pounding on both sides of your head. You don’t know when he took off his shirt, but when you crawl further onto him for more warmth, or closeness maybe, your cheek is resting against bare skin. You throw your head back to look up at him, the blown out pupils so wide they swallow up any color left. “Niichan,” you pout, and for a few seconds he waits for anything to follow after, but you don’t even know what you want yourself.

A large hand slides up and down your thigh a few times, before the long fingers curl closer to the inside of your leg, and that feels even better. Your entire body seems to cling to that little bit of touch, shivering when his voice breaks through our bubble. “Feeling good?” A little hum and a nod is all you can give him. The hand is joined by another, softly starting to part your legs so they’re either side of his waist, still rubbing the skin so comfortably. It feels so nice, the slight roughness of the pads of his thumb dragging along the most sensitive part of your thighs, higher and higher.

Until you shift back for the touch a little, pushing yourself up onto your forearms, and your center comes to his waist. You take a deep breath, now suddenly too aware of how sticky your underwear has become. Shugo’s still looking at you, his hands on your hips. He must notice your problem, because he rolls his hips against yours and you throw your head back with a soundless moan. And then again, and your palm lands on his solid stomach, shaking a little. “Nii—san,” you whine, unable to help it, it just feels so fucking good.

You rub yourself against the bump in his underwear, shifting a little until it hits right at your clit, moaning his name and trying your very best to keep yourself upright, and he chuckles. “Yer totally gone, hm bunny?” Before you can answer, he flips you over so his giant body can cover yours and keep you under him on the bed, and you just blink up at him with your mouth still cracked, shifting when his hand drags up your leg and he slots two fingers against your covered slit. Your camisole is thin and sticks to you, as your big brother descends on you.

No longer careful, he’s quick to pull his underwear down and reveal his hardening cock with a few simple tugs. It’s big— really big, you think too slowly as he spreads your legs, rubbing the flushed head of it between your lips and collecting some of the wetness there. “So fuckin’ wet, yer a little slut.” But he still takes a second to kiss you, melding his tongue with yours and taste you, humming into it.

He tastes better than your tongue does, still coated in the overly artificial sweetness, rubbing his cock between your legs over and over. “My little sister, so pretty.” He grabs for your tits through the fabric, pinching the pointed nipples and rolling his hips all at once, letting you mewl into his mouth. You can feel yourself dripping down to your ass, moaning when his balls press up against you each time he rubs the base of his cock against your slit and clit. “Knew you’d be mine. Yer made for me.”

It’s almost impossible to hear anything over the pounding of your own heartbeat between your ears and the swelling feeling of nausea in your stomach, making you hesitant to even move, let alone open your mouth. And Shugo nii is too busy lining his fat, hard cock up with your slit to notice, already pushing into you little by little. “Niichan!” you think you say, clinging to his shoulders and tearing up and the immeasurable stretch it requires to take even the first few inches of his cock, but he doesn’t stop.

“So tight,” he grunts, lifting one of your legs towards your chest. You shake your head side to side again, pushing at his chest, but he only pushes deeper. And it feels so good, because despite the ache he’s hitting inside you so much farther than you ever could’ve imagined. Your stomach tightens more as he bottoms out, hips slapping against yours and leaving you feeling so overfull it makes you tear up. But when he pulls back and bottoms out again, every fiber of your body suddenly seems to tell you no all at once, and you try to turn on your side.

“Don’t you dare be sick,” he growls under his breath, pulling you back to him, “shouldn’t have drank that much then.” He pumps into you again, and again, until it’s almost impossible to feel your toes and your breathing is so tight it hurts under your ribs. Shugo above you, focused on the way your tiny slit is taking his fat cock so well, glistening all around it and leaving a ring of white at the base of it. He only picks up the pace on your poor body more at that, and grabs your throat tightly. Not too tight to hurt, but enough to have your eyes rolling back and your brain even more vacant than before.

It’s just his breathing and moans that fills the buzzing of the room, and your occasionally garbled squeak for him to give you a second. Loud paps each time he bottoms out, filling you up. “Yer niisan makes you feel this good, and no one else. Got it?” You can’t even nod as you’re bounced on his cock, one leg over his shoulder and the other shaking pathetically, head lulling back and forth. “When ya wake up yer gonna tell me thank you, right?” Another thrust so deep it makes you moan out, walls pulling him back in each time he leaves.

“Yer gonna tell me how much you love me— hmng, how good I take care of you. Ah- And you’re never, ever going to look for anyone else -hng- again.” He grunts when kissing you, dragging his lips along your cheek and neck, all wet with tears, before getting onto his forearms and fucking into you so hard it slams the headboard into the wall with each thrust. Your back curls from the bed and rubs your tits against him, while he angles his cock into the soft, spongy part of your walls more, until you cum without any warning.

It hits you so hard your legs cramp and the pleasure zaps all through your nerves, vision going black with spots. You can’t even hear anything, but when you come back to the world Shugo’s ramming his cock into you with a sloppier pace before he cums too, biting down on your neck and shooting hot, white ropes of cum deep inside you. You’re both sticky with sweat and breathing heavily when he pulls out and collapses beside you, one arm around you. You lay in silence for a few minutes.

You don’t know when he leaves, but when he comes back he has a cold towel to press to your face, and helps you up sit over the bed, placing a bucket in front of you. Almost instantly when you try to lift your head you grip the bucket tighter, and he gathers your hair to keep out of your face.

“Stupid girl. What idiot drinks a whole bottle by themselves? Yer lucky it was me here with ya, at least.” You hear yourself cry before you feel it, and he rubs the cold towel down your spine. “‘S okay, I’ll take care of you if you’re hung over.”

“They say getting a few loads of cum in ya helps it. We can try that.”

#meian shugo smut #meian x reader #haikyuu smut #meian smut #meian shugo #💫ch.meian #tw.incest #tw.noncon #tw.manipluation #tw.blood #tw.dark content

[iwaasfairy]

fairyyyyy big hunky meian having a younger gf and ppl thinking she doesn’t get dicked down often, just because he’s older. they think maybe at most once a week, but in reality they fuck like bunnies all the time <3 you just feel so empty without his fat cock inside one of your holes, meian can’t have his baby upset!his stamina is 4/5 after all! the jackals hate going over to their house because every single time meian’s balls deep in his perfect little girlfriend. it doesn’t matter if they showed up on time to hang out, if meian wants to get his dick wet he will get his wish. ∩^ω^∩

i feel like i honestly ascended with this one,, it just,, hit something so primal in me, something so truly desperate my soul left my body and flew towards the light. the thing is too, this is absolutely true and meian doesn’t take very kindly to those kinds of rumors. He takes care of his baby more than well enough,, and also true, MSBY has walked in on you two fucking so much. Morning, afternoon, out drinking? doesn’t matter, he’ll be in your guts ꒰˘̩̩̩⌣˘̩̩̩๑꒱♡

tw semi-public, daddy kink, size kink, lil degradation

There’s a hand on your head as he keeps you in place, looking through the mirror at your reflection as he hisses, arching your back a bit more. Your hips propped up onto the sink and your one hand planted against the mirror as he slaps the head of his cock against your slicking pussy again, ignoring your pout when he takes another second to slip his boxers down his legs entirely. “Stop looking at me like that, angel.” Voice dropping low as he pushes your legs apart more with a knee and presses a kiss to your temple. “I’ll fuck you when I want, how I want.”

“You always want to,” you mumble though, moaning when he yanks your head back a bit and the sting only makes you wetter. “Daddy, please. Need you, need your fat cock inside. Hurry up please, I’m ready, I’m ready.” You shake your hips onto him, before you push back a little against his hold to feel the drooling head of his cock rub over your clit, but it’s still not enough. You whine when you catch his eyes in the reflection, then reach back to pull at the shirt he didn’t take off, watching as he pumps his cock in his slicked up fist a few more times. “Please stuff me full! I can take it.”

“I know.” When he does actually push in, you’re not sure whether to thank him for only having had you before you got ready because your slick pussy lets him push in a couple inches right off the bat, stretching you open so wide your eyes roll back. ‘Oh’ is all you manage to say when he pushes in more, one hand dropping your face to grab at your hips and slowly pull your cunny back onto him. It’s always a ridiculously tight fit. “Only because you can’t go half a day without whining for daddy’s cock. Walking around stretched and full of cum like that, my filthy baby. “ When he reaches the end of you you know he still has more to go, but you bite your lip and shake your head at him.

Your grip is so tight on the sink by now you’re scared it’ll shatter under your hands. You mumble a slurred sentence, and he chuckles as he reaches down to grab your tits, squeezing and pulling enough to leave you going towards the edge fast. Bottomed out and letting you adjust, he leans into you. “You’re really just my little cock sleeve.” As he starts pulling out you suddenly dig your nails into him, pushing yourself back onto him with trembling legs when he pushes up against your cervix from the ruthless position. If you do say something, the pressure between your legs and the surging heat is all you notice, but Meian must understand you because he hums. “It’s okay baby, cum on this fat cock. It’s all yours.”

“Ah, ah, ah!” He only rocks his hips back and forth the tiniest bit into your gushing, clenching pussy, sneaking an arm below you to rub and flick your clit. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck, gonna-” And before you know it you’re coming around him again for the nth time today, walls gripping so tight he groans and pulls out more to give you a few proper thrusts through your orgasm that make you jerk forward each thrust. “Hng, h- thank y- haaa, daddy! Holy fuck, feels- s’good!” You barely get time to think when a voice calls your name from the other side of the door, knocking with a hard fist.

“Is that you?” Atsumu asks, and you can’t even think of an answer when the man between your legs pushes in all the way again and makes you see stars, biting your bottom lip hard enough to make permanent indents. “Are you good?” Meian grunts softly as he lifts one of your knees onto the sink though, now really setting rhythm as his cock fucks you open and wet slaps fill the room. After another second of silence on the other side of the door, one you ruin by moaning when he rolls your nipple between his fingers and watches you push yourself back for his touch too. “Oh— are ya getting fucked again?! God damnit, I gotta use the toilet!”

The smacking only gets louder when his balls and skin pound into yours, your forehead dropping to the mirror. And it seems impossible, but you can feel it building yet again. “We’ll be—” you try, only to slap a hand over your mouth when a string of moans falls out.

“She’s trying to say we’ll be out in a bit. Now go away so I can fuck my girlfriend how she deserves.”

#🍯honey.pot #tw.semipublic #tw.daddy #tw.degradation #tw.sizekink #💫ch.meian #🥧voy.meian #meian shugo x reader #meian shugo #meian smut #meian x reader #haikyuu smut #msby smut

[iwaasfairy]

𝙿𝙴𝚃𝚄𝙻𝙰𝙽𝚃

he does his very best to give you everything, you know this better than most. so the least you can do is not get jealous. you don’t get jealous... just maybe get a little fussy instead.

.wordc. 4k+ tw (step)daddy, size kink, belly bulge, degradation, hairpulling, spit, jealousy

With his teeth in the crook of your neck with his strong arms looped around your -in comparison- tiny body, he pounds his hips up into you until your eyes roll back in your skull. “Needy- fucking- bitch,” the muffled grunts come with each thrust, and all you can do is keep your fingers stuffed into your mouth and holding onto the short hairs at the base of his skull. “Like having a cock too big to stuff your dirty, cockhungry cunt?”

“Yeah, love your— fat cock.” Each wet slap of your pussy being battered by a dick too big for you rings way too loud in the quiet of the otherwise abandoned room, his huge cock going so deep it pushes up against the edge of your poor walls. Your fingers and chin are covered in spit, eyes closed tight and tits bouncing with the motions, unable to even close your legs for a little reprieve. “So deep.”

The bench creaks against the motions. And he rests his forehead onto your shoulder for a moment to hold you down, breathing deeply. “Gonna cum?” His voice so low and gravelly, body radiating heat that leaves you both with sweat rolling down exposed skin. You think you nod in response, but it’s hard to tell when your head’s so cloudy you can’t tell left from right, trying to keep from crying out. “Wanted daddy’s cock so bad you had to beg for it like a whore, so you better.” Then he’s moving again, one hand dropping to your ass to help you along with the ruthless pace he sets in your wet slit.

“C-can’t,” you cry around your fingers when his chest brushes up against your overstimulated nipples, clenching around the heat and dripping all over him. “Wanna -quit, mhm-wan’cum. ‘S too big.” Your thighs strain with the effort to drop yourself at his rhythm, your muscles clenching more each time your clit rubs against the coarse hair around his cock. “So close, daddy!” Your voice, muffled and high pitched, is still no match for the lewd sounds that fill the room and his heavy grunts. You moan at the way his frown digs a little deeper, biting his lip in focus. “Yes, yes, ah-please!” With a few more thrusts, you drop down onto his cock all the way until it pushes against your cervix, and the tight coil in your belly snaps. “Sh- mhm— thankyouthankyou daddy!”

“Fuck,” he hisses, “milk my cock, slut.” Your walls clench around him so hard you see double, pulling your wet fingers out of your mouth to dig them into the hard muscles of his shoulders with a loud string of incoherent begs. And he follows close after, filling your belly with warmth until his thick cum spills out and makes even more of a mess. But he only stops until your body slumps entirely against his chest, so fucked out your toes tingle, and the blood rushing in your head is so loud you can’t hear anything else. He keeps you tight to his hot body, breathing deeply against your sticky skin.

Everything after that moves quicker, sadly. Your head is still pounding a little as he helps you off his lap and onto your feet, wiping your drool off your face and kissing your lips until you manage to lift your arms enough to get your shirt back on. You don’t even know how many minutes pass in silence as he helps you clean up, allowing you the time to come back to earth. “Tired?” he asks, and you nod along, collapsing against his chest with a deep whine.

“I don’t think I want to try walking for at least half an hour.” You stand and watch as he drops his boxers and digs through his bag for his gear, quick to put it all on. Though his grin grows wider the longer you stare at him, you’re not even trying to hide it. Jersey stretching over his wide chest and shoulders, before he tucks himself into fresh boxers and shorts.

“Enjoying yourself?” he chuckles when you bite your lip, nodding cutely. You go to stand onto the bench with a little sigh to motion him over, taking a brief moment to fix his hair as his large hand rests at the small of your back. Pretty hazel eyes watching you with a revering gaze. When you’re done, he clicks his tongue. “Gotta rush out there, pretty thing, I gotta go to warm-ups.” He presses a quick kiss to your pouty lips as he helps your underwear back up your body, but his gaze lingers for a moment too long for you to believe the responsible front he’s putting on. Even if he doesn’t admit it, the way his hands come to paw at your tummy says enough, pushing on it a little until you grab his wrist and squeak.

“Daddy!”

The wet squelch of his cum gushing out of you into the drenched fabric is enough to have heat rising to your face again. “Leaking my cum into those pretty panties?” You fake a frown, but enjoy the way his fingers trail up your body under his shirt. “Hm, that’s too bad.” The little purse of his lips quickly morphs back into a smile when you push his arms away from your body. “I’ll see you in a few hours,” he promises, stuffing his bag into the locker. Everyone’s definitely already warming up in the other gym. If anything you’re lucky that they haven’t come around to find their captain yet. “Cheer for me?”

“Of course, daddy,” you say back, eyeing him down a little longer. He really does look too damn unholy in the tight uniform, sending you a last little look that already has your insides warming again.

+

There’s very little that can make you jealous. You’ve won over a lot of obstacles to be with Meian the way you are, and though it’s technically a secret, the gazes his teammates send you when you cheer for your daddy or come around training a bit earlier than you should to watch him are far from unknowing. Of course the large majority of the crowd doesn’t know though, so it’s easy to blend into the cheers of the supporters. In all black and gold, there’s few things you enjoy more than showing off to everyone what you mean to him, jumping and cheering from the stands. You don’t care that they don’t know who you are, or that some of his fans send daggers into your back with their glares.

After all, it’s not for nothing that your skirt shows off the bruises and hickeys on your thighs, his jacket falling way down your body like it could be a dress. The number four on the back also painted on your face as you wave your banner excitedly back and forth. He sends a quick glance back, eyebrows furrowed to look for your face in the mess of people, and grins when he spots you. You wave and smile, letting your heart make a jump when he winks at you, then turning back to the team. This little game between you two is nothing new— hell, most of the players have their own little routines. The first set went by so quickly, and your side of the area is ecstatic, buzzing with excitement.

But as the whistle rings, there’s a distinct murmur right behind you that is harder to ignore by the second. “He winked this way, did you see?” “Who did? Him?” “The Captain, number 4. Meian Shugo.” You really try your best to ignore them, try to watch the game progress below you, but it’s so hard when they seem to be only one of two rows behind you. And loud at that. “At— that girl over there that’s wearing his number, you think? She looks way young.” “I know he got divorced not too long ago, you think that’s his new girl? What a shame.” The longer the conversation continues, the more you have to fight the urge to turn around, tapping your foot on the floor to quell your nerves.

“Ugh, just imagine what a man like that can do,” one of the girls sighs after a while, and even the man to your side turns around to give them a little glare. “What? Are we not allowed to talk?” she hisses, cutting her argument short when the man turns back at the sound of another whistle, the opposing team coming up to serve. They are clearly not here for the enjoyment of the sport, and though you can understand it to a degree, there’s a certain self consciousness that creeps up your spine when they continue, under their breath. “Whatever, even if he has a girlfriend, that doesn’t mean we can’t go say hi after the match. I wanna know what he’s like with a body like that.” “Yeah, same. I’d love to see what’s underneath those shorts. Ride him until he’s out of breath.”

The shrill laugh of the girls is all you can hear through the cheers, clinging a bit harder to the banner in your hands. And it’s so stupid to get jealous, but the way they talk about him hits a part of you that you don’t like giving into. After all, you’re living in the same house as him and currently have his cum soaking into your panties, but no one is allowed to know. And you’re not so sure if that’ll ever change. “If that’s really his girlfriend, I feel bad for him. She looks like she never takes charge in anything, let alone the bedroom.” Her friend snickers. “You’re so right, poor guy.” MSBY suddenly scores a point, knocking you out of your daze when the entire crowd jumps forward in cheers, squishing you to the bannister a little more. And Meian smacks the grey-haired spiker on the back with a smile, before turning back towards the stands to send you another glance.

But the smile you manage to send him is only superficial, fisting your hands into his jersey a bit tighter. The rest of the match continues mostly as normal after, with you ending up waiting patiently outside the changing rooms. And though you know you shouldn’t let it unnerve you, though you know it’s just simple gossip among friends, their words stick to the forefront of your thoughts while he keeps his distance as long as he’s with the team and through the crowd of interviewers until you both get into the car.

You get into the driver as he slumps into the passenger seat, exhausted and ready to get out of the mess of loud people to go home and sleep it off as soon as possible. “Don’t fall asleep yet, daddy, I won’t be able to get you out of the car.” You start the car with a few glances to the side of his face, a tired but contented smile on his lips when you back out of the parking lot and away from the mass of people, an agreeing hum low and calm in between you two for the first time in a few hours. Only then does his large hand find it’s way to your skin again, dropping into your lap to draw soft circles onto the inside of your thigh.

“I missed you, baby.”

“Yeah,” you drop your bottom lip from between your teeth, “missed you too.”

+

When you wake up with a jolt, the first thing you notice is how tight your chest feels. You’re hot all over, slotted against his chest on your side, and judging by how wet you are you’ve been this way for a while. Flushed, and your belly awfully empty. And you’ve learned what happens if you take care of yourself, definitely not in the mood to risk it. So you do the only thing you can do and shift your hips back more, pressing your ass against the bugle in his boxers. No wonder you woke up hot and bothered. “Hmm,” you whine a little when you push back more and rub your covered pussy up and down his center. You can’t help it, you want daddy’s cock more than anything right now.

It doesn’t take long for your motions to shake him awake, definitely when you bring your hand down between your legs to rub up against his half hard cock, grabbing him through the fabric. A deep rumble falls from his chest when you pull the boxers down enough to let his dick out, spitting onto your hand to grab for him. You rub your wet palm over the head of his cock a few times before wrapping your fingers around him— as much as you can at least with the size of it, still rocking your hips back against him and getting more wet by the second. “What d’ya think you’re doin,” he sighs under his breath as he cracks one eye open, grunting at the way you’re rubbing your desperate cunny along the length of him over and over.

“Woke up needing you so bad,” you bring out, just letting your panties get more and more wet the longer you continue. And his cock twitches in between your legs as you work your fingers around, rubbing the precum around all over the pretty head of his cock until he bucks his hips back against you. It presses up against you more the harder you try, tilting your hips to allow him to touch your clit over and over. “Need daddy’s cock inside,” you admit under your breath, shifting away for just a second to rid yourself of the fabric sticking to your pussy. When you’re barely done with that he’s already pulling you back to his body to push his cock between your folds a few times without actually going in. It makes your entire body heated, hairs standing on end and getting more slick by the second. You grab onto his wrist for support in pushing back against him. “Ha-nhg, please-daddy feels so good, so warm.”

You even shift your legs apart best you can to get more friction and access, something that makes him hum. His chest pressed up against your back makes you feel even smaller, packed muscles and strong arms caging you in against him. “You want it so bad, baby?” He shifts onto one elbow behind you to look at your face, how you’re tearing up with the overwhelming heat and need setting your body alight. The hot, leaking head pushes against your hole and pushes in a tiny bit, only to pull back and slap his fat cock against your pussy with a wet ‘pap’ each time. “Wanna have it in here, fill you up, filthy girl?”

“Yes!” you instantly reply, shivering when he uses his free hand to shove your shirt up your body to reveal your tits, rising and falling desperately against the heat. He rubs his thumb over each a few times, then grabbing your tits into his giant hand and squeezing softly. Still teasing the heavy head of his giant cock between your legs while you’re leaving your shiny wetness all over him. Your hips instinctively push back against him when he brings the head back to your hole, trying to lower onto it, only to be stopped by his hand on your hip. You can’t help the whine that comes out at that, still pushing back as much as you can.

“Pleasepleaseplease, daddy!! Ah-ple-hng.” You push his hand back away from your hip and reach between your legs again to push him back up to your dripping pussy again, slowly starting to sink yourself onto him. It never goes easy because he’s just that big, but the stretch of just pushing back on him is enough to have you moaning out, dropping your face into the plush. “Please, want your big -hm- cock. Wanna have daddy ruin me.” He keeps you in place again though, slowly rocking his hips around in circles to stretch you out more, popping back out again and you have to hold the overwhelming urge to kick your feet, instead arching your back and leaning into his hand when he pinches your nipples hard. “J-Fu— Wan’it, wan’it!” 

“Oh, the fucking brat knows what she wants?” he mumbles back as he guides himself back between your legs, not holding you down this time. Instead he just grabs onto your thigh as he rolls his hips, your eyes stinging with wetness. “Go ahead then. Got my cocksleeve all needy and worked up and I haven’t even done anything yet.” It’d be easier to ignore his taunting tone if it wasn’t paired with a thrust, shoving another two thick inches into your gushing cunny until you’re crying and shaking on his cock, not sure if you want to get back off or not. The stretch is so painfully good, walls fluttering around the wide intrusion desperately. You roll your hips though, whimpering at the feeling of him spearing you open so wide. It’s not fair. You had him earlier today, but it feels like you’re being stretched for the first time all over again.

“Daddy, please, wanna cream around it, have it break me open please,” you reach back to cling to his forearm, taking a few deep breaths and crying out when it causes his cock to slide even further in. But for as much as you’re struggling, you know that there’s nothing more you want than all of him filling you out. “Need it, ack, d-deep. More, daddy, quickly!” you beg, forcing yourself back and onto him more again, your eyes rolling back in your skull when you arch your back and his cock presses up so good against your gummy, drooling walls. “Please use my holes as you need, ‘s all for you, daddy.” At this point you’re so fed up not being able to take more at once that you pound your little fist onto his thigh a few times and shake your head through your tears, pulling his hand in between your legs. “Put it— mhm-ahh, deeper, please!”

The little request along with the way you roll your hips back on half of his cock like a bitch in heat leaves him stunned, gripping you close by your belly as the hand between your legs rubs messy circles over your clit. “Fuck— What’s got you so fucking desperate?” he hisses when you clench on his cock again, pushing in more at your whimpers. “That feel good?” The way he’s filling you up alone is enough to have your belly tightening like crazy, going crazy at the touches to your puffy nub.

“Yes-hng, yeah, more, moremoremore. Want it all,” you nod, squeezing your own tits and breathing, feeling how he slides in further and further and the messy, quick motions of his two fingers to your clit go even faster. “All of you, ple-ah!” Same time as you try to catch your breath a little, going lightheaded, he bottoms out inside you with a hard thrust, and the coil in your belly pulls so tight you can feel it all the way to your feet. He keeps rubbing, rutting his cock almost in place to stretch you out a little more, but you don’t even get to warn him as your eyes pull closed and your pussy clenches around him like a vice. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck— daddy!” You squirm as your orgasm travels through you, vision spotting black and white and that enormous heat filling your belly.

But you barely take a break to breathe before you’re turning over your shoulder to lean into his collarbones, grabbing onto his shoulder and breathing heavily against his skin. “Daddy’s cock is mine, all mine. Only for me,” you bring out, lifting your leg over his thigh for better access, tears being smushed around your cheeks. He obliges though, pulling out and pushing back inside faster, inside your sensitive cunny with the flushed head of his cock kissing your cervix each time he fills you out. 

Your brabbling is barely coherent anymore, sticking so close and rolling your hips as best as you can. “Only belongs inside me. Your pretty cock’s hmh-all mine.” Though you can’t see it though your tears, his lip is pulled between his teeth, pretty eyes focussed on the way your face changes with each thrust, in awe of your words. You’re not normally this mouthy, but the words just keep coming.“‘M gonna take all of your cum like a g-good- girl,” you moan and whine, and he pulls you even closer by your waist to thrust up into you a bit faster. “No one else.”

“Yeah,” he hums, now using his thighs to fuck up into you and to make your tits bounce, the bed banging against the wall with each thrust. He grabs onto your hair to keep your back arched for him and presses a kiss to your wet cheek, moaning. “S’all yours, pretty baby.” 

“No one else -ah-can touch your cock or sit on it, okay?” you mumble, mindlessly nodding your head when he grunts your name under his breath, the pace now knocking the air out of your lungs. “Just— your good girl- ah, ah, ah, f-forever! Wanna feel your cock up here until you can’t give any more, daddy!” You manage to bring your hand to your belly to push a little against the bulge that shows each time he bottoms out, balls and hips slapping against you and the wetness of your creamed pussy around his cock filling the room.

“Shit- Look at you being all possessive,” Meian takes a deep breath and brings his hand back between your legs again, cock twitching inside you. Each thrust of his fat cock inside your ruined walls brings you back closer to your high, and the heavy, dirty words he growls when your walls flutter around him. “Little, slutty cunt drooling all over me— fuck, baby, taking me so well. You like feeling daddy’s huge cock filling you up to the brim?”

“Yes, feels so good! So big, hng-good- inside, ah— daddy, daddy!” The heat between your bodies building so hot you can’t think straight. All you know is that you’ve never felt so good, his length driving you open and bulging your belly so perfectly. Your heartbeat is so loud between your ears, neck and back held tight in place and your ass jiggling with his relentless fucking. “Ahng! Ah, ah, ah, always want to cream on your fat cock, no one else gets to. Only me- f-for daddy!” More, tighter, it builds to a peak again like the rhythmic pounding of the headboard into the wall, your cries choked and drool covering your lips, swollen from your consistent biting. “Ah- haaaa, please, wanna cum on your cock again. Gonna—”

“Already?” He brings out a surprised huff, but keeps going and even faster, close as well.

“Mhm! Ah- yes, love your big cock so much, feels -mhm- s’good!” you cry as you’re bounced on his cock all pathetically, squeezing your own tits and nipples for the most amount of stimulation. It’s inevitable when he notices how close you are and rubs your clit even faster again, making your legs shake. “S’g-good, please, wanna c-cum. Don’t stop, don’t stop, wan’ -hmng- d- ah, cumming! Cum—ming-hng -ah, ahng!”

You hit your high even harder than before, vision completely blacking for a few seconds as he helps you through it without hesitating, thrusting your spasming walls open again and again and again. Pushing up against your cervix a few more times with pleasurable pain that leaves your body shaking and pussy creaming around his cock all over again. “Daddy, daddy, daddy!” you mumble out, as he spurts his hot ropes of cum into your pussy, fucking it into you until you’re both twitching from overstimularion.

He lets go of your hair and slumps into you then, keeping you warm in his arms and pulling you close to his sweaty chest. Both of your hearts hammering in different patterns against your rib cages, his cock kept inside you. It’s Meian who catches his breath first, slowly untangling himself from your body to look down at you through narrowed eyes, ever so slowly pulling out of you after all. “Baby,” comes his chastising tone first, and you whine at it, but he’s quick to keep you just as close to press his lips to your jaw. “That was so stupidly hot,” he breathes, “locking around my cock like a fuckin’ vice.” You crack open one eye to watch him inspect you top to bottom, then playing with the edge of the shirt still shoved up above your tits. “What the fuck was that all about?”

But you just give him a lazy grin, and snuggle closer to his chest. “I’ll tell you later, daddy.”

#tw.stepcest #tw.sizekink #tw.degradation #💫ch.meian #🥧daddy.meian #tw.spit #meian shugo x reader #meian shugo #msby smut #haikyuu smut #meian smut #meian x reader

[iwaasfairy]

imagine meian asking you to cockwarm him while he's having dinner with his teammates, but he's rubbing your pretty lil' clit so harshly bc he wants everyone to see that you're a slut for his monster cock 🤲🏻

i imagined, i saw the light, i want to lay down and curl up in a ball now because this isn’t currently happening to me and i’m not happy about it ( Ĭ ^ Ĭ ) but i hope you enjoy bby, thank you for the thirst ♡

tw cockwarming, voyeurism, semi-public, masturbation, size kink, praise

Your tears are blurring your vision, Meian’s cock enough to have your breath shallow and sliding so much deeper inside with each breath that you have to grip the edge of the table for support. “You like having this big cock stuffing that greedy pussy, dont’cha?” You can’t see them through your shaky vision, eyes refusing to focus on any of the guys around the table, only able to feel as his warm body presses up against you and has you a dripping, shaking mess. “Like being a little cockslut in front of everyone.”

But you know what is happening if the wet clicks are anything to go by, cocks being stroked to the sight of you, and soft swears blurring into the background when he laves open mouth kisses along your cheek and neck. “Shugo,” you manage to whisper though your gasps, “please fuck me, can’t take it anymore. I’ve- ah- been good, so please make me cum on your cock. Mhm— want them to see who -ah, ah, who I belong to.” You know what it does to him when you get wordy like that, but you can’t help it. Having to sit still on his cock is near impossible.

“Wanna cum in front of the guys that bad you can’t even control yourself, hah? We’re in public,” he mocks, and though you’re in a separate room that much is true. The table in front’s been cleared though, and now it’s only you and the fat cock snug inside you that’s holding everyone’s attention. “Wanna be treated like a little whore then?”

“Yes, yes,” you instantly coo, rolling your ass into his lap and squeezing around him. He grunts, before reaching up and grabbing a fistful of hair at the base of your skull. “Ah, Shugo, s’good, so— hng, big.”

“Come on Captain,” you think it’s Atsumu who mumbles it, but you’re too lost to notice. Or care. “Why are’ya teasin’ her?” You moan when he pulls out a few inches to slam back inside to fill you right back up, pushing against that spot so well it has you seeing stars. As if you hadn’t been close the entire fifteen minutes where he’d been working his cock into you without them knowing. Now you just want to cum, eagerly pushing back on him.

“Fuckin’ — fine,” he says, “watch my pretty cockwhore take it so well.”

Your mouth is cracked open when he pushes the head of his cock snuggly against your cervix, bumping it and having you shaking in his lap. And though it hurts, you can’t help but whine for more, twisting your hips back and arching your back. It’s adorable, and he tells you as much as he kisses along your jaw before grabbing your thigh to help you back up and down on him. Fat cock twitching when you slide back down, heat of his body against yours and all the eyes on you leaving you a sticky, aching mess. “Oh f-yes, thank you,” you mewl.

He smiles when you bend forward for him, giving more access to your dripping slit and the pretty way you suck him in, sliding back inside your heat. Even though your dripping down his cock and balls, it’s still a tight fit, taking him always leaving you a bit sore by sheer size. But you’re happy to spread your legs more for him, twitching when the rough pads of his fingers glide into the mess and collect your slick to bring it back up to your clit. “Feel good, doll?” You nod your head wildly when he tugs your hair, curving so prettily and sitting back down on his cock over and over with each of his thrusts.

His one hand rubbing your clit hard and fast, circling the bud a few times and then rubbing over it without end. With the giant length driving your narrow walls open, your tongue drops out, spit collecting on it and making a mess of you and the table. “You’re taking me so well, baby, so nice and wet. Y’like being watched like this, hm? Like being fucked so good in front of everyone?

The tight grip on your head doesn’t leave, but you’re too fucked out to give a response through the tears that run down your cheeks and the choked moans. Each time his huge cock pushes up against your womb you lose yourself a little more, eyes rolling back at the feeling of being split so wide. Wet slaps each time your skin meets his, being fucked open so well.

He pushes you down more after a second, leveling your chest with the cold table and standing up so he can properly fuck into you, growling your name. “Tell them how much you like having them stroke their cocks to you, come on.” The demand is almost lost on you with the heat swelling between your legs, orgasm so close you can taste it. But with the ruthless thrusts into your little pussy going so hard and fast, face squished against the table, you wildly nod anyway.

He leans over you more, gripping your hip so tight and hauling one leg up and resting it in front of Sakusa, who’s glistening cock is so red and hard it must hurt. You can barely see anything through your tears except the dark eyes aimed right at you and the way your pretty face is wet with drool and tears and sweat. Meian grunts as he spanks your ass, firm enough to have you squeaking out a swear at the sting. “I want them to remember your voice each time they cum, and how you’re all mine. Fuckin’ say it.”

“Love it, loveit— s-so much!” you cry, “love having your team watch us! Holy fuck, you feel so g-goo—d.” Your voice grows even more pinched and desperate when his hand slips under you to rub his middle finger over your puffy nub until you’re squirming in his hold, so painfully close. “Oh, fuck. Oh fuck! Gon- na— gonna cum, gonna cum, please don’t stop. God, please. Pleasepleaseplease.”

There’s more noise in the room, groans and grunts and the distinct sound of cocks being pumped into their fists, but you can’t pay attention to any of that when Meian fucks straight into that spot again each time he fills you, making you hold your breath.

Your vision blurs as your eyes cross, gripping for any kind of hold on the table as your knees lock and the muscles in your thighs strain so hard it hurts. “Aaah— haa Shugo,” you choke out, before biting your bottom lip with your head kept down. You come around the huge cock still thrusting in and out of you with soft, fucked out moans before he grips your hips so tight they’ll definitely bruise, and pounds into you even harder. You ignore the pain in favour of letting him use your spent body to cum too, before pulling you back down into his lap despite the sting of overstimulation so he can keep you close.

It’s only when you regain more awareness that you notice everyone’s already cum, and that the knocking at the door grows louder. “They’re here with the drinks,” Adriah says after a moment of hesitation, glancing between the room and the door with a huge flush on his handsome face. But Meian just wraps his arms around you to keep you nice in place around his cock, and nods.

“Well, don’t make ‘em wait.”

#haikyuu smut #meian shugo x reader #meian shugo #meian smut #msby smut #💫ch.meian #🍯honey.pot #tw.cockwarming #tw.semipublic #tw.voyeurism #tw.sizekink #🥧voy.meian

[iwaasfairy]

⛩ nonnie has the right idea. im a sucker for niichans more than little brothers, but corrupting a more innocent older brother?? please, meian wasn't always a virgin killer, and getting him to fuck you and lose his virginity was a task good for the both of you. he's a quick learner too, and will definitely follow your instructions/rhythm the first few times. he might be in tears from fucking his overstimulated cock into your messy pussy, but you don't care much about his feelings. but once he has the hang of it and knows how to pleasure you, he won't leave you alone until he's finally satisfied

yes yes yes yes yes oml i'm not big on virgin men (like in general writing, there's some situations where it can be so hot) bUT THIS SENT MY PUSSY FLUTTERING pLJDhfhgsd hope you like it bby,, and yes you're right ⛩ nonnie has great ideas

tw incest, virginity (?), dubcon-ish but not really, oral (giving)

You’re aware of your power as a woman now. You hadn’t always been, grew up in the shadow of your big brother, always the second thought, always the one running behind. That’s how it was, and maybe, if he wasn’t so single mindedly focussed on volleyball, that’s how it would’ve stayed. Shugo walking ahead, you playing second fiddle. But it didn’t, his large hand was only wrapped around yours until you couldn’t keep up in his tracks anymore. Slowly, ever so slowly he lost his grip. It wasn’t the end of the world.

You wouldn’t let it be.

“Go nii,” you whine, louder this time, as he glances over his shoulder at you and adjusts his headphones.

“Whadda’ya want?” he hisses under his breath, not really waiting until you respond to move his thumbs back onto the sticks and aim his eyes back at the screen in the dark of the room. You’re on the bed, his bed, shorts riding up and your neck stretched uncomfortably as you try to keep your attention on the character jumping around on screen. Your silence doesn’t go unnoticed, and he glances over his shoulder again, narrowing his eyes. “What?”

But you only get to pout before he mumbles something into the mic, glancing back at the screen. It’s been like this for the past hour. And sure, you didn’t expect the biggest reunion of a lifetime, he’s only been gone for a couple months since he came by, but you also didn’t expect it to be like — this. “Die, die, fuckin’ die,” he whipsers with strange focus, as you move your jaw back and forth. This won’t do.

You crawl further towards the edge of the bed until you’re able to place one arm on his shoulder, dangling your other hand over his right shoulder and leaning in. “Niisan,” you whine, losing all subtlety as you basically press your tits up against his neck and shoulders, pushing yourself forward to grab at the controller. “We haven’t seen each other in forever.” He tries to shift away from your hand with as much control over his character as he can muster, eyes glued to the pixels, until you huff out loud and hard. “Look at me.”

You can hear what must be Fukuro’s voice in the headphones that are still halfway on, before grabbing the stupid thing from his hands entirely. The character on screen drops dead as you wait, watching stubbornly as he moves his eyes from the screen with a deep frown, slowly over to you. If you weren’t so sure he really adored you, there would be something terrifying about the way his eyes meet yours with unwavering intent. The music stops when you press the off button, and it’s only then that Shugo seems to notice how you’ve shifted, how half your bodyweight is basically resting against his broad shoulders.

His eyes flick from your face down, before right back up, as his cheeks and tips of his ears get a tad more colored. You laugh at him, unable to help it. “Pay attention to me or else I’ll do much worse.”

He blushes. He full-on blushes as he tries halfheartedly to shrug you off of him, looking forward again. There’s something so cute about the way the red of his ears stands against his piercings, crawling slowly down his neck. “Yeah, whatever,” he mumbles back, then slumping into your hold a little bit. “Let go of me then, an’ we’ll do something together.”

“Don’t wanna,” you grin back, pushing off his headphones and watching them pop from his face down onto the blanket in his lap, Shugo trying and failing to grab them before they land.

He barely moves when you wiggle even closer, pushing your cheek up against his and wrapping your arms tighter around his thick neck, testing it now. He blinks too fast, long lashes spreading over his red cheeks, before he groans when you nudge your lips under his ear. You’ve always loved teasing him with your clinginess, but this is a new high, and you can’t find it in yourself to stop. There’s something beautiful about the way he pulls his bottom lip ever so slightly between his lips, clicking his tongue. “Are’ya just playin’ at being a brat or did mom and dad really let ya behave like this?”

You snicker softly against his skin when he shivers, not pulling back when you crawl off the bed without letting go, basically forcing his arms aside to take your place in his lap. No matter how big or how strong he gets— and he’s been both for too many years now— there’s nothing that he can do that’ll keep you away from teasing him into an attack. It’s too fun, too daring, and you only have one big brother to torment after all. “Only act like this with you around though,” you pout, and Shugo’s pretty eyes move from your eyes back to your lips for much too long to be a coincidence.

Even when you lean up and in so that your noses brush, he only swallows, arms limp at his sides. His eyes are blown out and unfocussed though, never straying far enough to leave your skin. It’s intoxicating, watching him swallow again, like it’s enough to fill the silence. “What’s wrong, niichan? Not going ta tell me off anymore? Ya used to be good at that.”

“What are’ya playing at?” he blows out against your lips, rolling his eyes and trying- but failing, again- to turn his head from yours. He doesn’t get anywhere because your hands come to cup his face, and now a nervous giggle falls from his lips. “Seriously. Ya’ve made your point, so ya can let go of me now.” You can’t. You should, this isn’t what you planned for when you started the night barging into his room. But the color of his lips is so pretty, and the way he can’t quite seem to make the space between you two any larger makes your head spin.

“I can hear your heart beating, Go nii.” You can. It’s hard and loud, and for a second you think it’s your own you’re hearing. But his blood is pumping so hard and fast it almost seems to show under his skin, ticking off the seconds like a clock. Still, it’s a low blow, but he almost trips over his own tongue trying to make up for it.

“Only because ya plopped yourself in my lap, s’not my fault.”

It’s a dangerous game you’re playing now. Grabbing the shorter hairs at the base of his neck you pull until you can hover your lips over his ear and feel the puff of breath on your neck, something like a groan at the tip of his tongue. Electric, you can feel it, it’s tingly down your throat. “Ya don’t like it?” you coo, the grin growing bigger on your lips. “Am I the first girl comin’ onto ya like this, nii—chan?” There’s the most miniscule twitch of his center under yours before he’s shifting and grabbing your hips so tight you almost squeak out loud.

“I told ya to stop messing around, now get off’a me.” It’s low and dark, and yet he seems to have no intention to let you leave at all. Instead you pull back to watch him, and how he closes his eyes when you try to meet his gaze, still bright red. Still fumbling over his own breathing like a—

“Are’ya really a virgin, Shugo?” you gasp out, right before he bucks you off of him and lets you topple onto the ground, legs still half splayed out in his lap. He clenches the blanket collected in his hands closer to his hips when he stands up, now absolutely towering over you. And yet, somehow, you feel like you got the upper hand when your mouth twitches, curling up up up and you sit down on your ass, looking at him, cocking your head to the side. “So focused on volley that ya never ever took time ta have a girl grinding on yer cock, niichan?” you smugly add. There’s a second it flashes in his eyes, lingers there as he takes another deep breath, before looking anywhere but you.

“Not talkin’ about this shit with ya. Get out of ma room and go bother dad for a change.” He looks so tense. Standing there like a scolded toddler, shoulders up to his ears and the blankets stubbornly covering what must be a growing hard-on, and all you can think is what a joy it is to have him so lost.

“Don’t wanna,” you mouth again, waiting for him to meet your eyes— which he eventually does, though they’re narrowed and blown out, before you suddenly get onto your knees and shuffle close. Way too close to get between your brother’s thighs, you know it too, but you can’t help it. You grab the blanket and pull hard and fast, not really leaving any room for argument. “Lemme see, niichan. I can teach you some things.” He’s quick to push your face aside but you already have your hand on his shorts and tug, until they’re bunched over his thick thighs and you can see the full damage you’ve done.

His cock looks so heavy and thick, even pushed sideways into his boxers and twitching against his thigh, you push your tongue into your cheek as you watch him. Well- watch the way he tries to explain away why he is sporting a raging boner and the precum is beading through the fabric, creating a pretty, glistening spot. You’re too distracted by the string of pre starting to drip down to listen to it, and just reach out to swipe at it, plopping it into your mouth before you can think. Shugo shudders from the top of his spine to the base as he throws his head back, and breathes out so tense.

You’re ready to talk him into the many dirty thoughts that spring up in your skull when he groans again at your touch, wrapping your hand around him and squeezing. A large hand so heavy on your head, pulling you— closer. Your eyes shoot up to meet his when he furrows his brow. “Either ya fucking take my cock into your mouth or I finish what’ya started for you. Stubborn fuckin’ brat.” And before you can think about the words falling so prettily from his lips, he shoves his boxers down too, grabbing himself to pat the head against your lips.

It’s heavy, swollen and flushed, he rubs the flared head along your wet mouth too easily. He doesn’t wait for you to even put out your tongue before prying a finger between your lips and pushing your mouth open, shoving the head into your mouth and gagging you. “Think yer so clever, dontcha? Go on then, little girl, teach niichan.”

#tw.incest #tw.virginity #🍯honey.pot #💫ch.meian

[iwaasfairy]

𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝚂𝙴𝚃

this is entirely self indulgent bc i dreamed this and needed to get it out of my brain. the cervix killer doms will now take up all of my brain power for the next four business weeks thank you (i really wanted to add romero and sokolov in there as well but i don’t know them that well so maybe in the future! they’re also cervix killers tho hmmmm)

.wordc. 2k+ (i tried so hard to keep it shorter than normal djshjnfks) tw gangbang, free use, anal, cockwarming, daddy, size kink, spit, age gap (meian’s pretty, young girlfriend being used ♡ the dream)

When you’re rocked awake, it’s because soft kisses are trailed down the expanse of your neck, your body feeling tight and heated already. It takes a few moments to come to, blinking your sleep-filled eyes against the light peeking through the curtain. “Mornin’,” a voice comes, a deep rumble that is breathed into your hair and trembles through your body with how close he’s pressed to your back. “My pretty baby,” he chuckles when a soft whine falls from your throat, then followed by a choked gasp when you remember the state he left you in when falling asleep.

Cock still hard inside you, your hole fluttering around it as he shifts his hips. “Ah, daddy—,” you whimper, sleep leaving your body much quicker when you realize how wet you are, “did you -hm, even sleep?” Your squeaked voice makes him laugh, pulling your smaller body back into his and tangling his long legs with yours. Every shift pulls a noise from your mouth though, because though you’ve taken his cock plenty of times before, it’s still a massive stretch to take him.

“Mhm. Woke up an hour ago tho.” Your cheeks heat up when he presses a kiss to your cheek, before suddenly grabbing onto your waist and shoulders. Before you can ask, not that you’re awake enough to say much of use anyway, he rolls the both of you over so he’s laying on his back and you whine at the teasing shift of his hips. “Gotta wake up, baby girl, m’gonna have to leave for practice in a bit.” He keeps your back on his chest as he motions his hand towards your thigh, and you whimper when lifting your knees towards your chest.

He grabs them for you and keeps them against your chest, before letting out a deep breath. “Such a good girl for me,” the affectionate words are pressed to your cheek, before he holds your hips in place to pull back out of your clenching hole so slowly. “Want daddy to fuck you like this?” he asks, and you close your eyes when nodding, trying not to tense up when the head of his cock is the only thing remaining inside you. You’re glad for the lube still covering your ass from last night, since it lets him slide right back in with minimal effort, filling out entirely and making your head tilt back with a hiss.

“Hmng- oh,” you gasp, grabbing your own tits to focus on the pleasure of the stretch even more as he pulls out and pistons back in so good, grunting. “Love your cock, daddy, love it- s-so much, feels so good.” He hums as he bottoms out faster, keeping you down against his thrusts as your tits bounce each time his cock fills you. You rub your own nipples to distract from the way your needy pussy clenches around nothing, but it still feels so good. Driving his fat cock into your ass and breathing praises into your ear, you almost forget when you hear the click of the door to the room next door, eyes shooting open.

Towel swung around his shoulders and face and chest still a bit flushed from the hot water, he pauses when glancing at the bed. You must look pretty pathetic right now, in all fairness. Hair a mess and holding onto yourself as Meian doesn’t stop fucking into you for a second, the wet slaps of skin meeting skin almost enough to cover the way you whimper with each thurst. But then Oliver cracks a smile, and closes the door to his hotel room. “Good morning,” he says, bending a little as he walks through the room to your bed. “In a hurry? We still have plenty of time.” He leans down to press a chase kiss on your lips, and when you pout, another one.

Meian grunts as he rolls over now, leaving you back on your side but facing the other man who kneels next to the bed, using the arm he’s resting on to reach over and grab hold of your throat. “Not -oh hmng fuck- in a hurry, just wanting her real bad,” he responds quickly, leaning onto his elbow to watch his teammate. “The rest?” he asks, ignoring the way you arch your back and open your mouth with little gasps, tears creeping up at the corners of your eyes.

“They’re on their way.” Barnes smiles when you whine at that, air constricted and blood rushing between your ears from the pressure, but still needing more. He slips his boxers down his thighs and drops the towel in the same spot on the floor before getting onto the bed with you, trying to give you some room despite the lack of space with two giant men on the bed. The poor queen size shakes, narrowly missing the wall each time Shugo fucks up into you like this. Your pussy dripping around nothing, aching to be filled.

“Daddy, daddy, m’close, please,” you whisper through a squeezed throat, trying to turn over your shoulder for a kiss. He can’t give it though, focused on the way your tiny hole stretches to take the thick length sliding in and out, glistening because of the lube. He lets go of your leg to spank your ass instead, as you whine and cry when the familiar surge of pain comes through you. 

“You know to use your words.” Another one comes down on the same spot, before he kneads the tender skin to soothe it a little. 

“Oh- f-fuck. Fuck, fuck, ahh- daddy,” you cry when he kisses along the side of your neck, biting there and making you shake, blinking against the tears as you drop your face back to the mattress to hide into it, “can you please touch me. M’gonna cum. Can I cum, pretty -hm- p-please?”

His hand quickly finds your clit, circling around it a few times to collect the slick onto his fingers, then rubbing back and forward over the puffy bud just right. You pinch your nipples as you shift, legs clenching and belly pulling so tight, as you’re bounced on his cock without slowing. “Oh- f—fuck, cumming! Daddy, thank you thankyouthankyou! Mhm- so good,” your squeezed voice comes. Your orgasm hits hard, leaving you twitching in his hold and knocking the air out of you. You see back dots before you shut your eyes tight, being fucked through the pleasure until the relentless rubbing of your sensitive clit starts hurting.

“Ah -aah, enough, daddy. Enough, please!” you try to cry against his hand, still tight around your neck.

But he keeps going until you feel him shudder, chasing his own orgasm without slowing his ruthless thrusts, pulling you even closer to his sweat-covered chest. And the overstimulation is worth it to hear his voice. “So —fucking tight, pretty girl,” he grunts, and another pump has him shooting ropes of hot, white cum into your ass as he fucks through it, finally letting go of the tight hold on your neck. Blood rushes back to your brain as you clench around him to milk the last of his cum into your spent body, before he stills behind you with a deep sigh. “Shit, baby, you’re squeezing my cock so tight.”

Oliver sits against the headboard, and reaches over his palm towards your face for a moment, as you try your best to stay coherent at all. “Spit,” he says and you hum softly at his order. As the man behind you kneads the soft skin of your thighs and trails his fingers in between your legs again already, you focus enough to open your mouth as your spit drips into his palm. He spits into his hand too, before wrapping it around his huge cock and moving it up and down so slow. So close, bead of precum going down the length of it and looking so tasty. And the thought alone is enough to have your walls tightening.

Your boyfriend groans when pulling out, before slowly helping you sit up onto the bed and gently tapping your cheek. “Good, doll?” When you let out a little hum, blinking and looking around the room, he blows out a warm laugh, pressing a few kisses to your shoulders.

You don’t react when the door is opened this time, Adriah’s face is still marred with sleep and his hair sticking out in weird directions. He too bends a little when walking through the entrance and dragging his feet over to the bed. He’s the only one who seems to not be a morning person, and you can’t help but relate.

“G’morning captain,” he croaks when coming to a halt next to the queen size, rubbing his eye a few times with the back of his hand. “When do we have practice?”

“All of us have to be in the gym in an hour or so,” an already awake and washed Fukuro cuts in as he walks through the door too, locking it behind himself and smiling a little at the sight splayed out in the room. You whine when Meian shifts to make more space, no longer pressing the entirety of his warmth into you and therefore leaving you empty and with goosebumps rising. “You look wide awake today,” the other captain jokes though, getting half a glare from you as you roll over onto your belly and drop your face into the dense mattress.

“Just do it, m’too tired to,” you huff into the plush, and you can hear Adriah mumble an agreement as he takes the spot next to Meian on the bed, running a hand up the length of your thigh until he reaches your dripping pussy and slides two long fingers in, shifting onto his hand and knees to nose at the curve of your ass.

“Me too,” he mumbles, and you almost feel bad. But then he jerks his curled fingers into you with a sigh, and your entire body jerks at the feeling. Meian laughs when you hiss and pull your face from the plush to rest it against his thigh instead, eyelids fluttering. Your little noises are soft compared to the lewd squelching of your pussy on Adriah’s fingers, mouth leaving a few marks on the soft skin of your ass before he bites through a yawn when pulling back. “Who’s turn is it?”

You shiver when the long fingers pull back out to slip lower, overstimulated clit being flicked again. Your mouth opens in a soundless cry, but your boyfriend just laughs it off. He knows how much you can take better than you do after all, and apparently you’re not quite there yet. “Oliver got here first,” Meian breathes when smiling down at you, brushing a hand over your hair. “So he can go first.” Then he gently lifts your chin for you so your face is aimed up towards him despite the effort it takes, and bites his lip. “Daddy’s gonna fuck your face right after everyone’s had a taste, okay?”

“Mhm,” you nod, smiling when he thumbs away your tears, “wanna be good for daddy and his friends.” You’re urged up onto your knees by Oliver and Adriah’s large hands, face still down into the bed, thighs urged apart with easy motions. It’s just so easy to fall into trusting all of them, being so much bigger and more experienced. Back pushed down by someone’s warm palm, you shake your hips a little as you feel someone settle in between them. “Want to make you all -ah, hmm, feel g-good,” you sniffle when Meian moves off the bed and the other men crowd closer, Oliver fucking his large cock into his fist before resting the warm head against your slit.

“You’ve yet to disappoint, princess.” Fukuro laughs when you try to push back on the thick length between your legs already, always too greedy to be stuffed overfull with cock like you haven’t been fucked for months. But it’s also what he likes about you so much, and how this even became a regular occurence in the first place. Meian’s pretty, cockhungry baby girl getting her pussy pounded by half the team. 

As the last to have stripped down and dip the bed, you strain to turn your head towards the brunet when he speaks. “While your daddy goes to take a shower and gets hard for you again, think you can take my cock into that pretty mouth?” He brushes his thumb over your lips for a second, waiting for a reply. And when you blink up at him and nod, mouthing a ‘Yes sir,’ so sweetly, he pushes his thumb between your lips, grunting when you instantly start sucking on it.

He nods. “Hm. Such an obedient cocksleeve. You really are too cute.”

#tw.gangbang #tw.sizekink #tw.freeuse #tw.anal #tw.agegap #💫ch.meian #💫ch.barnes #💫ch.fukuro #💫ch.adriah

[iwaasfairy]

𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙳𝙾

It’s not easy to get your big brothers’ attention when all they seem to care about is their mutual love for things. It’s also not easy to get that the main thing that drives them is their mutual love for you.

.wordc. 4k tw incest, dubcon, manipulation, fellatio, bit of masturbation of all three .note. 🌱 nonnie, as soon as i started writing an answer to your ask i realized this was going to be long, so I decided to just make it a full fic so thank you!!

It’s always like this. The three of you barely talk and you quickly retreat back to where you came from with your feet dragging. Go nii had been obsessed with volleyball from the start, but ever since Hajime nii got added to your family when you were still little, it had only multiplied in intensity year by year. The both of them. And with Hajime much closer in age to Shugo, not only did you lose your best friend to the damn sport, but during their teen years it even seemed like they resented you for trying. You wanted to join in with your brothers like any younger sister would but the ball didn’t seem to agree with you.

And any time you tried they’d laugh it off or told you they couldn’t practice with their little sister because they had real matches to play already. Big brother business. Anything that didn’t include you became big brother business in your mind, and therefore untouchable. Volleyball was one, so were old horror movie nights or going to the gym together.

When you finally got to highschool and Hajime was freshly graduated he offered once, but you declined— couldn’t accept knowing that you’d be compared to Go nii in his mind; now away at uni and having the time of his life. You hated it most when their business consisted of fights though. Because for as much as they got along, there were just as many things in which they didn’t.

Screaming matches about each other’s behaviour towards people; one too loose and one too rough, about the future, about who didn’t help enough or didn’t care to think before acting. If Hajime left for California then who the hell would help out mom and dad. If Shugo thought that way then why did he move to Tokyo.

They solved issues by violently clashing heads and you just couldn’t keep up with them in that either, too sensitive and kind and cautious to ever pick a side, which only made them more mad. They smoothed things out so easily though, leaving you behind in the dust so easily too. The quick tempers and wild accusations cooled down over the years, for better or worse.

By the time Hajime came back from his years abroad, they were already back to being the best of buds, and perhaps unsurprisingly— forgetting all about you in favor of more volleyball, more practice, more hard work. By then you’d long come to terms with it.

In their absence you had formed more as a person yourself, a more bubbly, bright individual compared to the shy, skittish girl your niichans had left behind when they went into highschool all those years ago and pretended that you weren’t part of their little circle. You had friends, had cycled through a few boyfriends, you enjoyed your classes well enough and uni life wasn’t all so different from what you’d experienced in highschool.

Which is why you— out of politeness, they hadn’t visited any of the previous years either— sent your big brothers new years invitations this year too. Along with your close knit group of friends and some of their plus ones, some old classmates and the stray ex because you can. Your parents had left the house in your care for the week, leaving you with plenty of time to throw a little party.

So of course, you didn’t expect them to actually show up. You can basically hear the murmurs swell in volume when the door glides open, your big brothers always standing taller than most people. You turn over your shoulder so quick you almost pull a muscle, glancing over the casual clothing of two men who you haven’t seen more than a few days this entire year. Not in person.

You almost want to smile at the characteristic frown Hajime wears, and the slight upwards curl of Shugo’s lips as people take them in. But you break from conversation with your friend to weave between the people towards them, the clicks of your heels drowned out by the music. As you get into view, Hajime spots you first, uncrossing his arms from his chest to take you in.

Shugo is only a breath behind though, darting forward and lifting you up into a hug as he smiles. “Hey, little sister,” he presses a surprisingly soft kiss on your cheek before you signal him to put you down, “there’s our favorite girl.” It’s not like you don’t know your big brothers are this big or fit, but it has been a while since you got your face smushed to his chest.

“Go niichan, Hajime niichan, what are you two doing here?” you mumble blankly, ignoring the way the oldest gives you an up and down.

“You invited us, didn’t you?” Hajime responds, also pulling you into a hug too. The heavy, dark smell of his cologne overtake your senses as he holds you in place a bit too long, filling you with a wave of nostalgia. But still you frown when you pull back, ignoring the pricks of eyes on your back or the people talking. It’s not every day you meet two national level athletes, not even you get that luxury. “We got a few days off for the new year before game season starts, we figured we’d spend some time with our big little sister. You’re so old now,” he grins, grabbing your fist when you try to pound it into his chest.

“Shut up,” you grumble, tucking your hair behind your ear as you send them both looks, “you two are old.”

“Not too old to put you in your place,” Hajime laughs, grabbing your face and squishing your cheeks together until your lips pucker and he holds you still, though you cling to his arm and try to push him off. But you’re more taken aback by the overly friendly hello, you feel like you haven’t had that for years. “Be nice, your niichans missed you. Just be glad we all got to be here for a few days at the same time, Shugo’s always fucking busy lately. But this year it’ll be all us.”

The straightforward explanation comes with an easy breath of air when he lets you go, but for some reason you still feel a bit on edge. Why didn’t they let you know they’d be here in the first place, or at least your parents? You pretend not to notice the way Hajime’s eyes fall to your exposed legs for a few breaths, before he looks around the room.

“O- Alright, I guess.” You look around for your friend between the people who’ve long gone back to their chattering and drinking, then back at them. Their sharp jaws and the heavy feeling of their gaze on you, it all feels so much heavier than what you remember it to be. It makes your cheeks and ears feel a bit warmer, filling your chest with the feeling of anticipation. But that’s stupid, because even with all of that, these are still just your big brothers.

The ones who used to bounce you on their knees to make you giggle and teach you how to swim in summer, and the ones who held your little hands when walking home from school along the big street. They aren’t strangers, you have to remind yourself. “Welcome home. Sorry for the amount of drunk college students, I’m sure you would’ve liked some people your own age to talk to but I wasn’t really expecting you to come.”

Shugo grins wide though, as he places his large palm on your head and purposefully messes up your hair, leaning down towards you. “It’s alright, we really just came to see you anyway.” He brushes your hair away from your face to take you in thoroughly once more, licking his bottom lip once. “You’ve really grown. Even prettier than when I last saw you.”

You don’t even pay attention to what he’s saying, only that his face so close to yours makes your hairs stand up, looking down too quickly. Hajime grumbles something about ‘hogging you’ under his breath to which the oldest just chuckles, but you’re so tense. And you’re an adult yourself, but you hate how much smaller you instantly feel when compared to them. How the hell did you get stuck with two older brothers that seem to take joy in making you flustered. 

You hate that the alcohol in your system is making their smell seem so good and warm, and you hate that you feel heated under the glances that they send you. You hate that somewhere in the back of your head you ache to show off to them just how much older you’ve gotten, and how much better you can keep up with them now. “Let’s get some shots. Just the three of us, like a happy family,” Shugo suggests after a bit, and you can just nod along when both of them take your hands and weave through the people in a little row. You completely miss the way Hajime glares at anyone who dares to look at you walking past, because you’re too focused on the heat that envelops your palms and fingers.

+

You must’ve been an idiot to think one night of change would’ve changed them around so quickly. But they’d been so kind, so accepting and caring just a few hours ago, even cuddling you in their laps and switching you around each time one of them had to get up, that it’s hard not to remember how much you missed it. How much you missed them being so close to you, even though you thought you’d gotten over this years ago.

But no, last night of them whispering compliments in your ear and making you the center of their entire world, only made you so much more desperate for their approval. You can’t spend another ten years trying to get over the fact that your brothers are constantly leaving you in their dust. So when the two of them spend the entire morning going on a run and giving each other tosses much like a flashback straight to your teen years of missing them, you feel so… helpless. 

The thick, needy sense of belonging digs into your ribs and sits there, heavy on your heart as you watch them laugh and talk, even more when Hajime nii only sends you a little glance, but no more. Is it really so wrong that you just want things to be like they used to? It’s when they come in and talk straight past you about something that you can’t laugh along with that your heart gets trampled a little more. And by the time the afternoon rolls around, you can feel that gash in your sensitive soul fester.

So it’s not really a surprise to you when they’re chatting over some new, pretty actress on the couch across from you, Shugo showing pictures on his phone, your heart breaks wide open. It shouldn’t be a surprise to them either. You stand only to push his phone from his hand and watch it drop to the leather, before angrily fisting your hands into the fabric of your shorts.

“Pay attention to me already!” you sneer, brows pulled so tight together it hurts. “You’re still treating me like a little kid even though you said- you promised- it’d be the three of us. You’ve ignored me for years and now that you’re finally home again, you still don’t wanna play with me or show me you love me.” Tears well up in your eyes as you stare at them both, flicking between both blank expressions over and over.

And you hate how small and pitiful you sound, but really— it only makes sense to come full circle. “What did I ever do to make you hate me so much,” you cry as your eyes squeeze shut, now bringing up your hands to rub your tears out over your cheeks, ignoring the splotches of wetness. “You probably don’t even remember that we used to get along so well, you u-used,” sniffles interrupt you every few seconds, but you can’t keep the words in.

Years of neglect taking a much heavier toll than you ever thought. “You used to play with me every day. I want that back!” And then when you drop your shoulders at their silence, you do your best to stop crying, but it hardly works. “Please.”

It’s only when you’re pulled into someone’s torso that you notice that they’ve already moved from the couch, Shugo’s huge body wrapping around you and patting your head as you try to pull away out of instinct. He doesn’t let you, grabbing your arm a bit tighter and keeping you in his arms as he rocks you on your feet a while, only letting go when Hajime clears his voice. “Told you.”

His hand finds your shoulder instead, turning you from one chest tucked into his instead, and lets out a deep breath. “Hey, don’t cry. We don’t hate you at all, alright? We just-”

“Can’t ever get along when it comes to you. We’re both… a bit too attached to you. We stopped hanging out with you for your own good,” Shugo finishes, a frown marring his handsome face when you look to the side in Hajime’s arms. You stay quiet as the last of your tears dry on your skin and you suck your bottom lip between your teeth, both men sending each other a glance over your head. Making up now won’t make up for what you’ve been missing. Softly, fingers come to your waist. You shiver when Shugo rubs little circles through your shirt, then letting them slip under your shirt and trailing up. 

“Niichan,” you breathe.

“You said you want us to pay attention to you, that’s what we’re doing.” He trails his hand up your spine more as you try to pull back from Hajime’s hug, but he keeps your arms right in place wrapped around him. Pretty eyes darkening when he takes your face in under his chin, warm cheeks and tears still glistening on your lashes. Lip swollen from biting them. Before you can even understand what’s happening, his lips are on yours, grip loosening on your shoulders so he can cup your face.

He kisses you softly at first, then harder and much deeper, and you whimper when his weight leans into you more like he’s trying to melt you into a puddle on the floor. His tongue pushing at your closed lips as Shugo nii grabs your hips and glides his hands up and down, pulling your waist back towards him. And warmth rushes down to low in your belly without you being able to help it.

“I-” You only get one split second to catch your breath before Haji nii dips down, pushing his tongue into your mouth again and sucking on yours, while another pair of lips suddenly presses at the crook of your neck. Dragging soft kisses over the skin as he paws at the edge of your shorts, pulling your hips against his.

‘Niichan,’ the cry is muffled and lost in Hajime’s kiss, before his hands too start roaming and rubbing over your chest through your shirt, one dipping lower to slip into your shorts. You pull away and stare at him as his fingers rub circles over your panties, while Shugo nii presses his center against you and rolls his hips. “Wait— no- what are you doing?”

Hajime cups your sex in your shorts as he hovers his face above you, pupils blown out as you struggle to hold in a moan as he moves his hand just right to have your pussy throbbing with want. So does the press of the big, hard cock being rutted against your ass, fingers teasing at the inside of your thighs. “You used to beg to be our wife so sweetly,” he breathes, and though you want to push at him that your little game of house didn’t count for shit, “always wanted to get married to your big brothers.”

He kisses you again, as Shugo’s large hands make work of your shorts by letting them drop down your legs, and pulling the panties to the side. “My turn,” the words are pressed softly against your neck, before he spins you around and captures you in a kiss too, this one messier than Hajime’s. He’s warmer and instantly tangles your tongue with his to lick and suck, fingers between your legs collecting some of the wetness already forming.

And you know it’s wrong for your big brothers to touch you like this— want them to touch you like this— but it feels so good. You can’t help but whimper into his kiss as his rough fingertip slides between the slick folds and then up to your clit. “I know you want to,” Shugo mumbles when he pulls back from you, his lips a pretty, swollen pink, “know you want to have your big brothers’ cocks to fuck you. No one else satisfied you before, huh?” The smug grin on his face when you moan again makes him look dirty, and only makes you wetter.

No, they didn’t, they weren’t- them. You know that’s not a thought you should have, looking around for Haji nii for help. He is just done peeling off his shirt and pants, only left in boxers in front of you. Hard lined muscles and a little line of dark hair leading into his underwear, you moan as you push yourself back on Shugo’s hand. His cock is hard and thick, even hidden by the dark fabric, and you stare for what must be a while, because it makes him chuckle.

“We can’t,” you say though, “Go niichan, you can’t,” looking back into Shugo’s bright eyes as he pushes the finger into your pussy and then flicks it right back out, which makes you whine in desperation.

“Our little sister is a fucking slut, look at her,” Hajime mumbles when he makes his way back to you, leaning over your shoulder to press his chest against your back and tilts your head back to kiss you too, pressing his hard-on into your hip and rocking his center against you. Squeezed between your two niichans as they grab at your tits and ass and finger you right in the living room, no shame on their faces. “Always fought over who’d get to fuck this pretty pussy first.” Hajime’s fingers reach up to tangle in your hair to give him more access to your throat, ignoring how you shake and squirm at the pleasurable feeling of their hands on you.

Your pussy sounds so wet that each teasing curl of his fingers slips right in with a little squelch, your cheeks heating up as you roll your hips into them to get more. It doesn’t take long for Hajime to get impatient with your hesitance though, slipping your straps off your shoulders and tugging your top down to reveal your tits with a growl, grabbing them.

“Beg for your big brother’s cock already. Say you want to get fucked like the little slut you were when we weren’t paying attention to you, whoring yourself out to others because you couldn’t get fucked by who you really wanted, huh. Thought we didn’t see you come back limping like you got done being fucked not an hour ago. Thought we wouldn’t want to have you that much more?”

A second finger slips inside your hole enough to stretch you just that tiniest bit, but not nearly enough, you just want to drop yourself on his hand and have his long fingers all the way inside you. “But you still want to get married to us, don’t you? Need your big brothers’ cocks and cum filling up that slutty hole to be happy. Our little sister’s a brother fucker,” Shugo adds, pulling his hand away and ignoring your whine. He slips his fingers inside his mouth with a little hum, then grins at you when your lip is pulled between your teeth. “Hurry up and give Hajime his answer, he’s been wanting to do this for so long.”

“Shut up, so have you,” he says, nosing your neck as his thumbs roll over your nipples, making you curl back against his strong body and pressing your thighs together. You instantly miss the friction of Shugo’s rough fingers on your slit. “Beg for it or you won’t be getting anything,” he whispers then, and you almost cry out when his hands leave you too, both men taking a step back to regard you where you stand.

Panties drenched and shirt below your tits, a pathetic, little sight. But as Hajime palms himself through his boxers, Shugo also starts undressing, giving you more skin, more muscle, thick thighs and the most delicious cocks hidden only by a flimsy bit of fabric.

You can’t help yourself from dropping to your knees as they both start jerking themselves slowly, blinking up at them. “Please.” Even with your voice a bit croaky and your chest rising and falling so quickly, gushing down your thighs, you want them. There’s no point in lying. Your hand is already between your legs, rubbing at the puffy nub at the sight. “Please let me have your cocks. Haji nii, Go nii,” your little voice growing louder when Hajime spits on his hand and slips it into his boxers, moving it more rapidly up and down his shaft. 

“Niichan, want— want you. Wanna feel you warm and big inside me, please.” ‘More,’ Shugo’s eyes seem glint as he watches you, as if watching you flick your fingers over your clit in front of them still isn’t enough. So you get on your hands and knees and crawl towards them, stopping at Hajime first, his ears flushed and brows pulled together as he watches you, watches you push your tits together and pout.

“Please let me have you in my mouth, oniichan. I’ll make you feel really good, promise.” You pull at his boxers until it reveals his pretty cock, flushed at the tip and drooling as he squeezes his hand a bit tighter. You reach out for a few licks before you moan, pressing a kiss to the head. You look up and at your other big brother, his huge cock tenting the fabric as he watches the two of you with an amused stare. “Please, Go niichan. Touch me.”

Then you open your mouth and swirl your tongue over the pretty, pink head of Hajime’s cock and slot your mouth over it while looking up at him, watching his eyelids flutter as you suck. His hand moves to roughly grab your hair and pull you down a bit more, making you tear up. But you dutifully glide your lips down his thick cock more, moaning as he grunts. “So fucking pretty down there. Take your big brother’s cock like a good girl.”

And you only notice Shugo has moved when he’s helping you onto your knees, kneading your ass between his strong, rough fingers and making you shiver. Hajime bucks further into your mouth once he hits the back of it, keeping you there for a few seconds as you struggle not to gag around him. “No— fair, why do-hng- you get to go first?”

He lets you up then, letting you cough as spit drips from your mouth and connects it in little threads to his cock, before Shugo’s taking out his cock and rubbing it between your legs. Hot and huge, rubbing the head over your clit as you whine. But he just grins. “We’ll take turns, Hajime,” his voice deep and calm as your pussy flutters at the rubbing of his fat cock over it, slick making the flushed head glisten, “but I am still the oldest. Only makes sense.”

#tw.incest #tw.dubcon #tw.manipulation #💫ch.meian #💫ch.iwaizumi #🥧meian.chan #🥧iwa.chan #meian shugo x reader #meian shugo #meian smut #haikyuu smut #msby smut #meian x reader #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime

[iwaasfairy]

Thanks to your page I’m a Meian slut now. Can I request Atsumu having a crash on meian’s baby girl and he lets it slide for the most part because he gets it. But after too much flirting and a little too much lingering touches and stares he gets fed up with Atsumu that he fucks his precious baby over Atsumu’s sleeping body? If he wakes up or not is up to you. Thank you I Iove you

Okay but any time you guys say I made you a Meian fucker I start glowing and twinkling and jumping for joy like the little gremlin I am. Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy my sweet baby!!

tw size kink, jealousy, voyeurism, daddy kink, degradation, the usual meian line-up yk

You’re a really pretty girl. He knows this, because not only was it one of the first things he thought when he saw you, it’s the first thing a lot of people mumble under their breaths when they first see you. And they wouldn’t be wrong, so he never minds. You’re gorgeous, younger than him and a bit of a flirt at the best of times, or well— you’re the type to interact with people like they are the most interesting human on the planet. It is what drew him to you, years of being single, though definitely not hopeless, kept him feeling a chunk less attractive than his confidence would make him believe. But you never made him feel anything less than important, and it’s a quality he’d never change about you.

But he’d also be a massive fucking liar if he said that right now— just at this very moment— he wishes you’d keep all that positive, gentle attention on him instead of the younger blond standing side to side with you. He’s a grown man, and though the two of you get plenty of comments of people trying to judge you or dissuade you, he doesn’t just get jealous. Saying that he’s just too old for you, what do you even have in common? That you’re young and could find someone your own age, that it would make you happier. He’s confident enough at least to know that you love him more than that, enough to ignore the people judging him for the years he has on you.

He’s sure enough about his decision that it doesn’t matter that everyone seems to find your company pleasant, or that you’d bend over backwards to make others comfortable. It’s the fucking reason he fell for you in the first place. Meian knows well enough that no matter how adoring your eyes right now, he’s the one who can make them glitter and shine with happiness and love just by holding your hand or whispering in your ear. So it is fine, this is totally— less fine — when Atsumu wraps his arm around your shoulders and your champagne swishes side to side in your glass from the motion.

Sakusa seems to understand the dilemma in his captain’s mind, because without any further prompting, he hands him a glass of whiskey or something alike. “She sure knows how to give morons like him an ego boost.” Kiyoomi’s face barely changes as he takes a sip of his own drink, putting it down on the table nearest to him and continuing as he crosses his arms over his chest. “No wonder the jackass squad loves her so much.”

“Yeah,” Meian nods, tilting the drink in his glass between the ice, catching your eyes from across the room. There’s a moment where you pause mid sentence, seemingly reading his mind when he lifts a brow and you’re quick to slip from under Atsumu’s hold with a little motion of your hand to slip away for your own overpriced drink. When you reappear between the people, Bokuto is already cheerfully motioning you over, but your eyes flick to Meian again when he throws half of the drink back at once. “I’ll have to do something ‘bout that.��

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The good thing about hotel rooms is that since they aren’t yours, you have less work cleaning up after yourself. Of course, it’s not very polite to leave a mess for the staff to clean, but he’s far past being polite tonight. It isn’t that hard to convince you to follow behind him at the distinct promise of getting your pussy pounded as soon as you get back to the room. And it’s really easy when you’re a bit tipsy and he’s got a second key to everyone’s hotel room, to just slip you inside and press you up against the wall, muffling your whines and moans with a kiss.

Tongue in your mouth as he makes quick work of shoving your dress down your body, too fed up and turned on to take it any slower. Your much smaller body pressed to the wall as he loosens his tie and unbuttons his shirt, watching as you fumble with the belt of his pants. Everything is tossed to the floor quickly, belt buckle dropping with a loud thud. Your thighs rub together in anticipation when you stare between your bodies at his hard cock, spitting into your hand to rub over the head.

You throw your face back and moan when it twitches in your hand, impossibly too big. But you always do your best to take it, even if you struggle to even get a hand around it. “Daddy, f-fuck, please hurry, I’m so—” you start, only to be shut up when he slides his fingers into your mouth and makes you suck them.

“You’re gonna be real quiet, yeah?” He mumbles under his breath, bending down a little more to allow you to grab onto his shoulders. Your pretty lips smeared with lipgloss and cheeks hot, you suckle and hollow your cheeks so pretty on his fingers as soft hums come from your throat. You let yourself be picked up against his wide chest, wrapping your legs around his waist and feeling your pussy throb at the press of that massive cock now rubbing between your legs against your slit. If you weren’t wet before, you definitely are now. “If you can’t do that we’ll have to stop, and I really don’t fucking want to,” Shugo mumbles. “Understand?”

“Yes, mhm-daddy,” you pull back to breathe, only to stick those long fingers back into your mouth. Chin full of drool and running down his hand, he drops you on the free side of the bed, right atop the light, golden bed sheets. The expensive mattress bouncing when you shift all your focus on him. “Daddy, daddy, hurry please. Needed you so bad all night, couldn’t think of anything else.” Your legs spread instantly to make room for him between them, locking at the knees to pull him towards you. “Please, want your pretty cock inside me.”

“My cock? Or any cock.” He leans down towards your body, able to cover you whole, then looking between his legs at the way the head of his fat cock rests at your slit. You’re so wet already, and normally he’d drag it out more than this, making sure his baby is nice and prepped to take something this size. But your pussy is already glistening and making his cock wet each time you roll your hips over the head of it. “Because you sure were laying it on fuckin’ thick tonight.”

As your mouth drops open with a silent moan when his cock pushes inside and spreads your slick pussy open too wide already, he grabs your little throat and pushes you down into the mattress more. “You’re my bitch. Mine.” The growled rumble of his chest has your pussy fluttering around him when he pushes in further, your head thrown back and mouth open as you grab onto his hand for support. “Say it.”

“I’m you— h-holy fuck,” you squeak, still being stretched wider the more he pushes in, “yours, yours -hng- ah! Please daddy, give me — ahhh.” You don’t even know what you’re asking for, only that you never want him to stop. Even when he fills you up to the brim and still has more to fit, thick thighs pushing against the bottom of yours to push in further. You mewl and grab at him more to pull him closer, further, deeper into you. It aches, but it doesn’t matter when it knocks the air out of your lungs each time he pulls out a little to pump the blunt cockhead back against your cervix, stuffing you so full your eyes roll back.

“G-good, feels- ugh-hmh feels s’good,” you cry, and he lifts you a bit further up the bed to lean down on you more, pushing his cock impossibly deep each building thrust. He only picks the speed up more, rattling the bed frame under you and making your tits bounce. Your gummy walls stretching and belly bulging with the shape of him and your breathing interrupted every so often with a teary gasp or hiccup. He leans down though, kissing you deeply and forcing you to be quiet as he sucks on your tongue, letting go of his leverage of your throat to grip your hips tight instead.

He pulls you back on him like a fleshlight again and again until you’re shaking on him, pushing at his shoulders for breath. “Gonna cum, mhm.”

“Already?” he can’t help but laugh a little when you bob your head up and down wildly, wrapping a hand around his strong bicep and digging your nails in. “Wanna cream all over me?” Again you nod, tears beading at your lash line, and his heart swells a little while looking at you so vulnerable underneath him. Too bad this isn’t exactly the most romantic situation. Still he gives in, dropping his hand to your clit and rubbing the rough pad of his thumb in tiny circles over your clit. “Go on then, baby. Cum on daddy’s fat cock. I’ll give you what you need.”

Cock driving between your legs and moulding your little cunt with his shape, a ring of white creaming around the base of his cock, wet slaps sounding out each time he fucks deeper into you. It’s his absolute favorite sight. The slight furrow of your brows and the ruined make-up, cheeks shining and skin covered in his hands. You only manage to take a choked breath before your muscles pull, toes curling and back arching off the bed as you clench like crazy around his cock. “Mhmdaddyfuckohfuck ohfuckyesyesthankyou.” 

He doesn’t stop, fucking you through one orgasm and already heading towards another when yanking up one leg to lift it towards his shoulder. “You can play with whoever you want, but don’t forget who owns you, hm?” he whispers, catching your lips again as you sniffle and moan, being overstimulated to hell. And while you cry out ‘yes’ over and over, Atsumu does his very best to still be asleep on the other side of the queen size. Not that you’ll be able to notice anyway.

#meian shugo #meian shugo x reader #meian shugo smut #meian smut #haikyuu smut #🍯honey.pot #tw.sizekink #tw.voyeurism #tw.daddy #💫ch.meian #🥧daddy.meian

[iwaasfairy]

P-pwease,,,, Meian just resting his cock on ur tummy to show u how big he is n ur hiccuping n sobbing b/c you’ve been trying so hard to fit him in ur teeny tiny cunny to no avail,,, so he just puts a spreader bar on u, ties ur hands, and sinks his fat cock in til he’s in ur womb 🥺🥺🥺 when ur done, ur tummy’s a lil distended from all of his cum in ur poor lil womb,,, Meian’s so proud of u for being his resilient lil cumdump tho!!!

that first part made my brain vibrate so hard that i think i broke something up there. but big daddy doesn’t really need to tie you down, he can just hold you in place. what will you do against him if he keeps your tiny, little wrists together in one hand?? the spreader bar though,, to keep you nice and open even when you cry and wiggle that it’s too much (❁´ω`❁)

tw (step)daddy, size kink size kink size kink (just tw meian? at this point)

“What’s wrong, princess?” He pushes your chin a little higher, wiping some of the drool from your face to place a kiss on your lips. “Is daddy’s cock too big compared to your little body?” A proud curl comes to his mouth when you whimper, nodding pitifully through your tears. You want it though, that’s the thing. No matter what you’ve gotta do to let him into you, you’d pay to have him inside. Meian’s staring in between your bodies, admiring the way his cock looks between your legs and poking too high above your navel. “Look at it compared to your tummy, being so greedy for something you can barely take.” He places the head against your hole again, just letting it kiss your wet opening as he pumps his hand up and down his shaft.

“Wan’it, please. Wanna feel you, I want -hm-” you can’t help but sniffle, “want daddy to feel good because of me -ah.” Your bottom lip wobbles when you close your eyes, rolling your hips up and down over the flushed tip, feeling it slip in and out with each motion. With a few kisses to your parted lips he pulls your attention back to him, as you softly attempt to rock yourself against him for friction. It hasn’t worked on him today, your normal begging. But still you try, because there’s nothing you want more right now than daddy. “Can I please have daddy inside? I want to feel you all the way inside me, breaking me open with your cock. I swear I’ll be a good girl and take it.”

“Oh, I know,” he nods, but he pulls back anyway. He’s quick to grab you under your thighs and flip you over, tits bouncing with the mattress when you land. You don’t even get the time to say anything before he hauls up your hips, grabbing them and placing you in place, cock pressing against your thigh. And your shoulders are held down with one hand, too heavy for you to get up from the position. “Stay like that.” By the time you fully realize what it is -and you’re forgiven from not knowing with how close you are to cumming already- he’s got the thing strapped to your ankles and is slapping his cock against your dripping hole. “You promise you’ll be a good girl?” You nod wildly into the pillow, trying to rub your pussy back onto him with no avail.

“Yesyesyes, promise, please. Please give it to me.” His hand drops to your hair and pulls your face to the side, tears marring the fleshly washed pillows as you take desperate, heavy breaths. “Want it, daddy -hng fuck.”

“Then lets see you be quiet as I stuff you, yeah?” he chuckles, pushing your head back down when you try to move to talk back, pressing his cock to your hole. “You get so whiny when you don’t get what you want, baby. Let daddy take care of you for once.” Then he starts pushing into you, your hips being pushed forward, and you reach your arms up to hold yourself back against the headboard. Your lip is tucked between your teeth, cunny being spread open so delishiously it makes your toes curl. You try your best to hold back the whines as he pushes in further and further, hands balling up in the mattress cover. So big, always so enormous inside you. “Good fucking girl. You’re gonna cum, huh?” You don’t need to say anything, his hand is already between your legs.

And you try to get away from his touch when he shoves the last half in painfully slow, rubbing your clit like crazy, but it’s no use. You cum as soon as he bottoms out and his fat cock breaks open your tiny slit, moaning like crazy. And he keeps rubbing until you sob out for him, pressing a few kisses to your teary cheeks. “You promised you’d be quiet,” it is with a breathy laugh that he says it, because he knows just as well that you could never be when he fucks you so well. “Guess I’ll have to fuck you stupid until you don’t have the energy to make noise anymore if you can’t do it by yourself. Hang onto something, baby.”

#honey mail #💫ch.meian #tw.stepcest #tw.daddy #tw.sizekink #🥧daddy.meian #🥧size.meian #tw.meian #nsjskwksk #meian shugo x reader #meian shugo #meian smut #meian x reader #msby smut

[iwaasfairy]

Step!dad meian fucking you with a hand over your mouth while you mom is in a video business meeting in the next room

thank you thank you thank you this was soooo hot to think about (ヾ;￣▽￣)ヾ

tw (step)daddy, cheating

The office is one door down the hall. About twenty steps from exactly where you are to the desk, and only one wall to separate your room from the stacks of papers and pending taxes. And you know this, because this isn’t the first time you’ve thought it over. Your mother is in that office, an hour into a meeting that you normally couldn’t care less about. But it’s the only thing you will yourself to remember with your fists clenched so tight in your blankets the knuckles peek through skin, biting down on your pillow. It’s so hard to keep from whining and mewling with each ruthless snap of his hips against you. But his fat cock drives in and out of your pussy again and again, his hold on your waist bruising.

The other is in your hair, holding you still into the bed while you’re pushed forward each time he bottoms out and overfills your cunny with his cock. Your eyes are squeezed shut, so you just pray he has enough foresight to listen out for your mom while fucking you, his baby girl, in her room like a little slut. Not that you care right now, the ability to focus on much else has long been taken out of you. You bite onto your bottom lip as a soft whine falls from your throat, and throw your hand back against his thick thigh, slapping it a few times. He just lets out a soft grunt, before turning your head to the side to look at you. You open your teary eyes when he slows his pace, careful not to breathe too loud or make the bed squeak. “What, baby?” he whispers, thrusting into you again to push the head of his cock against your womb.

And you almost bite until you taste blood to keep your noises in, clenching around his cock. “Gonna— cum, close the door please, daddy,” you whisper, breathing through your nose until you regain some of your sanity. “Can’t- s-stay quiet, please. Daddy, I’m gonna cum.” He hums, brushing a line of tears away from your cheek with his thumb, pumping into your dripping cunt a few more times, then gently rests you onto your knees again.

“Alright, hang on,” he whispers, slipping out of you with a soft hiss. Even that is enough to have your pussy fluttering, stretched hole letting slick run down your thighs. Your legs shake as you do your best to hold your tired body up, listening to the click of the lock. The heavy feet back to you help to ignore the way your mother speaks into the microphone in the other room, shivering when his large, heavy palm pets the small of your back a few times. When he comes back to behind you, he dips the bed with his weight, and slides back in. “There, baby doll.” The stretch of his cock back in your ruined cunny almost makes you cry out his name, and you hang onto his thigh with your nails. “Now let me help you cum, yeah?” he chuckles a little when you shake your head wildly in agreement. “Cream all over daddy’s cock.”

“‘M gonna make noise, daddy,” you warn, feeling the tight coil almost tipping over the edge when he starts his rhythm again, fucking you stupid. “Daddy, I can’t- take- it. Feels too good. Gon’cum on your perfect cock, please.” Without slowing down, he hauls you up against his body while you bite through a moan, and pries open your lips with two fingers. You have half a mind to let him invade your mouth and throat, sucking on them while dropping yourself onto him over and over.

“There. Now cum, so that you can get filled with my cum. Like a good girl.”

#honey mail #💫ch.meian #🥧daddy.meian #tw.cheating #tw.daddy #tw.stepcest #meian shugo x reader #meian shugo #meian smut #meian x reader #msby smut #haikyuu smut

[iwaasfairy]

𝙾𝙵𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙴

You want to be by his side as much as time will allow you. The end all, be all of your soul.  spencer @kamoniwa​ and i were screaming about this in dms & we gave each other the green light to write it so hfhdis thank you and also a big thank you to carrie @ourladyofseijoh​ aka queen of sacrilege for beta reading and all your help in general ♡ i hope you enjoy!!

meian shugo wordc. 4k+

tw priest!meian, sacrilege, (semi) public, coercion/manipulation, god complex, degradation, religious guilt/ trauma and a lot of catholic imagery in general, he’s called Father

There’s no place to escape prying eyes in the House of God. You’ve always felt this way when you were younger too, clinging to the cold of the thick pillars that carry the monstrous building, old and dark and unavoidable.

Even when there was no such sin to taint your hands and mouth, you could look up and feel the weight of eyes on you through the deep purple and azure of the stained glass, making your throat tight and fight small. Now, they are incessant, eternal, and with each passing moment standing in this place of good and light the walls seem to crumble a little more around you.

But most of all, you’re overwhelmed by the flicks of a gaze you can feel on your back, flitting ever so gently along the edges of your frame. They are soft, no longer suffocating like sand that fills your lungs. No— the prickly gaze you feel on the swell of your cheeks and down your shoulder is more than that. You light a candle and slot it along with dozen others, taking a deep breath. Unsteady, it trembles through your frame with the weight of this place on your shoulders. The dimness of the high ceiling, the chill of the wind that whips inside and brings goosebumps to your legs, none of it is enough to keep you away.

Not anymore, not since you… well. Faith takes shape in many ways, you remind yourself of those words, willing the nerves to die down as the groups of people take their seats and the pastor up front welcomes with kind words. Most of them are elders, some of which you recognize from when you were still a little girl and who you think will keep coming until death knocks. Strange you knew them before the looks started piercing through your soft skin and the image of unsettling loneliness was taken away. You linger in the back of the large room now, next to one of the pillars, carefully studying the plane of light that falls so perfectly on the pulpit. Golden crucifix catching a gleam, and keeping your eyes straight ahead.

Looming as the building is, sometimes you wonder how you’d fare if you simply stopped coming. If the eyes would follow you long after you’ve run around the corner and hid away under the plush of your blankets. You hope they don’t, but a sharp pressure to your chest tells you they would. And if not, the fear of being left all by yourself is what brought you back in the first place, you have no doubt it could drag you back by your ankles once again. The woman behind the organ starts a simple melody as the people rise to sing. Swirling voices that fill the room and seem to tip the peace off it’s axes, and then a simple breath.

Even though he remains a few steps away, the mere presence is enough to have your hairs standing up and your breathing feel laboured, a needed reminder that this— this is why you return. And that meeting him like this is the closest you’ll get to a religious experience again, that from the moment you met eyes with him and felt his gaze on your tear-strung lashes there was something worth saving. The slow melody of the song is interrupted by a deep voice, and you hold the urge to turn around to him right away.

“Back again already.” There’s something in his tone, always. Under layers of composure and confidence it sits, like a bite of fresh fruit, tempting you to take more, taste more, have all of him— He lets out a breath of amusement when you don’t move, burning his pupils into the side of your face. “It’s a bit soon, don’t you think?” It isn’t really a question, so you don’t answer. You only lace your hands together and look away from the pastor to stare at the floor. “Something to repent for that couldn’t wait until Sunday?”

“I wanted to see you,” you whisper, blinking aimlessly at the tips of your shoes. More than that, it hurt being away from him, ice growing on your veins the longer you waited, but you don’t think it’s fair to tell him that. A soft hum is all his response for a few seconds, before he leans over your shoulder to tower over you so easily. You can see his chest from the corner of your eye, the curve of his shoulder and a bit of exposed skin of his neck. And your tongue burns with a need, an unfair whisper of what could be. What secrets lie upon that skin that you’ll never be able to see.

But with his mouth close enough to your ear to raise the small bumps on your arms, he speaks, voice amused. “Little liar.” Those two words are enough to have your tongue rotting in your mouth, glueing it to the base and fighting through the defenses you want to put up. Because despite the hard tone, there’s a certain loveliness to the term. A sickly endearment for broken things. “I think you’re just looking for trouble so you can repent. So are you a servant of God or not, sweet thing? Because I’m starting to have my doubts.” With another step towards you you sway on your feet, hands clamping down on your shirt.

“I—” you try, stilling just as quickly. You don’t know a lot of things, you’re young and though you’d choose to be a bit smarter, a bit brighter; all you’re really sure of is that you start and end with him. And that from the moment you saw him, so holy and otherworldly, you were called to worship at his feet. You must be a servant of God, if this is all you’re reduced to around him. “I am, of course I am. I’m devoted, I swear.” Another chuckle as he presses up against your back now, voices and music fading into the void.

“Your honesty is endearing,” he whispers, bringing up his hand to the front of your throat and tilting your head back just a bit. The rise and fall of his chest seems more melodic than it should. You long to fall to that sound, let it take over your body and mind all at once. But for now his voice will suffice— and if anything, more than that would probably suffocate you. “But you’re just a sinner here. You shouldn’t be standing here like this. You should be on your knees, praying for forgiveness.”

“I will, Father Meian,” you shake as he squeezes a bit tighter, pulling your body against him more. Your breathing hitching, lips dropping open at the squeeze and the swirling in your brain. So lightheaded, like only he can make you feel. “I’ll repent in front of you a million times if that’s what you deem necessary. Please.” His hard-lined, strong body pressed against you, overwhelming every of your senses. He smells like something dark, a spice that interrupts your thoughts. And it’s unfair, so unfair, because he always tells you you smell sweet, but you’re sure there’s no lovelier scent in the world than him.

He hums as he places a soft kiss on your neck, before straightening out when the pastor up front ends his round of greetings and moves back to the pulpit. And you can feel the eyes that seem to look on from above, but now they seem to beg for you, beg to see your skin split open and be bled out from sin, and you know that only Meian could make that a reality. For as much as you are unknowing about, you do know this one thing. You’d pray at his feet for the rest of your days if you could, crawl on your knees and scrape the skin until your bones turn to ash.

If that’s what it means to worship, you think you could. For him. “What ungodly thing did you manage this time? Think you can tell me?” His large hands trail down the curve of your spine to up at your hips, settling there with soft circles and a deep breath. He pulls you back into his large, strong body, as you pretend that you can’t feel the need gush to your center and warm you up top to bottom. “What’s the matter, my little whore? Can’t tell a Father something so bad, is that it? You think I can’t help you when you tell me about how you opened your legs for me every night for the past month, stuffing your fingers inside yourself while you’re thinking of me?”

You gasp, whimpering when he starts pushing his hips to your backside and bunches up your long skirt to slip his hand underneath it. You stumble to the side a few steps to lean into the cold stone and turn your face toward it, quickly grabbing the front of your clothing to push it back down as much as the fabric allows. Meian chuckles behind you when his two fingers slide over the sticky, wet patch of your panties. “Confess. Or else I stop right now. And you’ll stay a filthy, sopping wet, unmarried slut with no place in the House of God.”

You whimper when those fingers slide under the crotch of them to rub between the slick folds of your pussy, letting you drop back your head against his chest where it rises and falls so gently, taking the most private part of you and making it his again. His breaths cascade down your neck when he leans down to kiss along your throat, and you’re so grateful that you’re hidden behind the pillar enough not to make a scene, because it’s impossible to stay silent when the two thick digits dip into you and slide up to curl your walls.

Making you drip down his hand when he pulls them back, then stuffing them right back in place and stretching you open with easy motions that have your eyes closing and legs shaky. “Confess,” he breathes.

“Yes, I-” you whimper, cold of the stone under your palm the only thing to keep you from floating up, scratching your nails into it, “I touched myself while wishing it was you. W-wanted your—” You’re cut off by your own strained moan that you try to keep in, as he scissors his fingers in you and presses the tip of a third inside too, legs shifting open to make more room. You bite through a cry when he grabs your neck and pushes you forward, now clinging to the stone with shaky fingers and your cheek pressed up against it.

“Want my what?” he taunts, curling his fingers again into the spot that has you seeing stars as he motions in and out of your pussy with ease, humming when you arch your back more and push back against him. “Tell me, pretty girl.”

“Your hands and your mouth— hnm,” even with everything spoken under your breath and the organ still echoing through the grand hall, you feel like the words pound between your ears. “And your cock, F-father, oh-” he pulls his index finger out to rest it against your clit instead, rubbing these as he fucks his fingers into you again and again with a ruthless determination, “ah, please Father Meian.”

When the pressure builds up so much that it’s impossible to focus on anything else, heat filling your belly and legs about to buckle, he lifts the back of your skirt up to expose the way his hand works between your thighs and dripping down his fingers with wet squelches.

You bite down on your own hand when the realization comes that you shouldn’t be getting touched this way in public -no matter how Holy Meian is- but stopping now is impossible. He grunts when your walls clench around him, the touches to your puffy clit becoming unbearable. “Always come running back to me so pretty.” And even in such simple words, you know aren’t imagining the care laced in those words.

“Always.” You reach behind you for his wrist when you get too close, throat catching and thighs shaking, digging your nails into the skin. “Oh- m, I- mhng, so close, please—” You can’t help the moan it drags from you, when he grabs your shoulders and pulls your much smaller body back against him, muscular arm pressed like a safeguard over your chest.

You let your eyes drop closed and lift your one leg for better access, before you’re shaking on his hand. “Cumming-” you cry, swallowing a moan when he grabs your throat and squeezes, the music suddenly falling away. You cum apart around his fingers, eyes clenched shut and shaking as he helps you through it, letting your body collapse into him where he holds you up.

“Quiet, pretty thing,” he mumbles though, “be quiet.” Your lashes are heavy with tears when you look around, stumbling back to your feet when his touch drops and he smears your wetness on the inside of your thigh, still keeping you close to his body as he turns you to face the congregation. Everyone is luckily still looking forward. You tremble when he slips his fingers from under your skirt to slide into his mouth. He leans around your other side to hover his lips over your ear. “See all those devoted people? That’s who I should be helping, instead of some stupid girl who keeps spreading her legs like a filthy, common whore.”

Finally, he lets go of you entirely, and you fist your hands in your white skirt when you finally turn to face him for the first time. Warm, angular eyes that seem to look through you, with pretty lips and a jaw to die for, the strong, intense features of the person haunting your dreams night after night. His one eyebrow raises. “Give me one good reason I should hear your prayers at all.”

“I- I,” you start, looking from him to your feet and then back as you hesitate. There’s so little you can say to him, it’s always been that way. You feel at a loss when you’re around him, but strangely, you feel an even greater loss not returning to him. Like the ocean forever chasing the beach.

“I meant it, I wanted to see you. Wanted to hear you and— want your h-help to get rid of this lust. I know it’s a bad thing but,” you swallow, ignoring the tiny twitch of his lips pulling upward, “but I can’t help myself, Father. Please help me.” He takes a moment to look around, before suddenly holding out his hand toward you. Like an offering.

You can only watch how he takes your hand into his giant palm, fingers wrapping around it to pull you away from the main hall to the side of the building. “Lets talk about this in private.” You’re pulled behind his big steps, frowning at the wet feeling of your panties between your legs. You really are some disgusting sinner, you think, as you’re walked through a smaller door into the sacristy. Not entirely separated, but enough to feel like you won’t be found out within a second if you look at him too long.

And you find yourself making that mistake often lately. “I think I know the cure to your problem,” he breathes, turning around to face you, and you drop your head all the way back to look at him as he speaks. “Here,” he drops your hand to his crotch, letting you feel his hard-on under his robes.

“Oh- I mean,” you feel the heat rise to your face now, looking away. You’d been touched and touched him plenty these last few months, the weight of his cock in your mouth still feeling as divine in memory. But when you try to sink onto your knees like you would normally, he keeps you upright, shaking his head. You blink. “N- How else can I—”

“You need something more than simple prayer.” You tremble a little when his hand comes to cup your cheek, urging you a little closer to his warm body as you feel his cock twitch in his boxers, pushing your legs together at the thought of feeling him there. You know it’s bad, but somewhere along the way lust must’ve taken hold of you too tight, because you feel like you can’t breathe. “Because you’re an unholy slut, a filthy little thing,” he whispers, now pushing the sleeves of your top over your shoulders with the murmuring of the pastor in the background. “You can’t be saved any other way, dumb girl. Take out my cock.”

You look into his pretty eyes as you take a breath, before doing as he says and lifting the black layers of robe. You push his underwear down, his huge cock slapping up against his stomach. The little breath you let out before spitting into your palm and wrapping your hand around him is soft, glancing over your shoulder towards the door. “Father, anyone could-”

“No one’s going to come in here,” he hisses, watching you pump your small hands along his shaft a few times, “if you’re quiet. What do you think they’d say if they found you here, stroking a Priest’s cock like a greedy little slut. This is your fault, stupid girl.” The low rumble of his voice is almost hypnotizing, keeping you right in place as he fucks his cock into your fists. You lean down, licking and sucking at the head of his cock with each thrust you get to feel him push between your lips into your warm mouth. But he stops you and motions you over to the table. “On here.”

Though your heart races in your chest, you do as he says. Laying down, kicking off your skirt and panties and spreading your legs for him with your eyes cast to the floor. He’s quick to grab your hips and haul you higher up onto it, pushing your knee up to your chest. His cock drools eagerly as he stands between your thighs, and you hold onto his hand as he pushes up against you. “Take a deep breath, pretty girl,” he whispers, slowly pushing the spongy head against your fluttering hole. “Let me help you. This is how you atone for your sins.”

Then he pushes into you, the thick head of his cock spreading you open and you instantly close your eyes at the stinging stretch, tearing up. “Aw, ah,” you squeak. You’re not a virgin, but it sure feels like it as your pussy is filled with him, pushing in more and more until you can barely feel anything but the way your stomach bulges to fit him. “Father, ah- M-Meian, it’s so,” your voice is muffled when you bring up your free hand to keep quiet, “big, s’big!”

“That’s it, good girl.” He holds still only a little when your poor walls are entirely filled by him, back arching to relieve some of the almost painful pressure in your belly. “My beautiful girl, there you go.” He pulls back, then pushing back inside with a snap of his hips, and you’re mewling to get away from him. It’s too good, too full and the stretch leaves you so empty each time he pulls back. But his large hands tighten on your hips as he forces himself back into your wet, gummy walls without mercy, speeding up the pace with each thrust. “Feel good?”

In the other room, the pastor’s clear voice echoes through the room.

And Jesus answered them, “Have faith in God.”

“Yes, yes,” you chant, letting him lift you up a little to drive his cock even deeper, pounding into your sensitive pussy so perfectly it has you seeing stars. You open your eyes enough to glance at his furrowed brows, enjoying your reactions more than he should. It’s clear when he shifts his hips up to push right into that spot, holding your legs as you try to snap them closed instinctively.

Have faith in God. Truly, I say to you, whoever says to this mountain, ‘Be taken up and thrown into the sea,’ and does not doubt in his heart, but believes that what he says will come to pass, it will be done for him.

Instead of going easy on you this only seems to motivate him more, fucking into you even faster. His hips smacking against your puffy clit again and again. “You feel so, hng- good! Oh my— mhm! Too good, t-too good, please give me more! Oh God!”

Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.

Meian doesn’t slow, but instantly lifts your other leg to your chest too, making the table scrape along the stone floor with each thrust into you. And if you’d be able to see through your heavy tears, you’d see the way his lips flatten and a strange determination comes over his eyes. He rests his entire body to hold your thighs up and snaps his hips into you, wet paps of his skin and balls pounding against you. And with that the only thing you can think of chanting is ‘Oh God, oh God, please,’ over and over again as he fucks the thoughts out of you entirely.

And whenever you stand praying, forgive, if you have anything against anyone, so that your Father also who is in heaven may forgive you your trespasses.

He suddenly pulls out and turns you over, letting you hips bump the edge of the table as you whine and moan, pushing back into your gushing hole as your eyes roll back. “Are you calling me God, baby?” he mumbles, holding your hips down and bottoming out with hard, impatient thrusts. “Calling me your God and coming undone on my cock like this, you want to be my personal whore, is that it?” You’re nodding before you can even realize what his words really mean, feeling his hand slip back between your legs to push over your clit with unfairly slow motions that don’t match his thrusts at all. “Pray to me.”

You do. “Help me, God my Savior, -ahh, for the glory of Your name.” He pounds you open until the pressure becomes so tight you’re clamping down on him, so close to another orgasm. “Deliver me and forgive me for my s-sins,” you cry, voice high pitched and shaky, “for Your name’s sake.”

The heat of his skin on yours seems to collect in your belly, aching to drop you into a second high. “Lord, I pray that You remove my guilt and wipe away my sins, hng- so that I can draw closer to You.” He moans when you clench around him, pounding your tiny pussy open and watching the way your glistening, slick pussy stretches around his fat cock a bit longer. “With You there is forgiveness so that I can, with reverence, serve You. I praise You for forgiving me for my sins even though I do not deserve it!”

You’re practically choking out the last part when he starts rubbing your oversensitive clit faster, with touches that leave your legs weak. “T-Thank You for -oh, God, thank You for loving me unconditionally, ah, ahng, A-Amen!”

“A little louder, baby, I can’t hear you,” he grabs hold of your face to turn it to the side as your mouth drops open and your tear stricken cheek is pressed to the table. It’s such a good sight to watch you completely destroyed on his cock, panting and shaking like a bitch in heat. You reach back to grab at his thighs for some support. Another flick of his finger makes you squeak.

“A—hng-ah Amen!”

“Where do you think God is now? Is he watching you get fucked right now? Do you think he despises you for being such a dirty slut? Tell me,” he growls. You clench around him so hard it’s almost impossible to pull out, sweat rolling down the valley of your breasts. “Or is he between your legs right now, making you cum like the pitiful bitch you are?” Each word is accentuated with the tilt of his hips. “Where. Is. Your. God?”

“You, you! It’s you!” you cry, before finally cumming with a moan of his name and your fingers digging hard into his skin. You squirm under him as he fucks you through it, before you can feel a few more sloppy thrusts. Hot, white ropes of cum fill you up as you try to catch your breath. “God Forgive me,” you whisper when he pulls out, a mix of both your cum dripping down when you push up.

He stares at your wasted body for a bit longer, before tucking himself back into his underwear. He helps you up from the table onto very shaky legs, leaning into the furniture. “You will be, you worked hard.”

You flush when he eyes you down with a smile, taking back your skirt when he hands it to you. And then he leans down to press a small kiss on your lips, before letting the grin pull wider. “See you on Sunday.”

#meian shugo #meian smut #tw.sacrilege #tw.public #tw.coercion #tw.manipulation #tw.godcomplex #tw.degradation #💫ch.meian #haikyuu smut #meian shugo x reader #msby smut #meian x reader

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daddy shugo fucking you in front of his teammates as punishment for being such a damn brat

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with this we set off the celebration week!! most of em aren’t going to be this long but I’ve been meaning to write some msby gangbang and this ask was just perfect for it (⌯⌅⌄⌅)

tw (step)daddy, noncon, gangbang, manipulation

You wish you would’ve made it easier on him. When you come back home so late it’s early, taking a little break out of the college chaos to visit your mom, and he opens the door with eyes that are still full of sleep, mumbling a gentle hello. When you get stuck at a gas station in the middle of nowhere, and he has to drive two hours out of his way to come get you. Those are times where you wish you weren’t too stubborn to admit that you’re in the wrong to slam the door when getting in. That you’re in the wrong to brush past him with a sarcastic huff when he offers to take you to the cinema with your friend on his off day. After all, it’s not his fault your parents split. 

All in all, Meian came into your life at a time where you needed the support the most, but at the age of thirteen you managed to convince yourself that all evil started with him, his stupid handsome smile that made your mom fall, and the way he desperately tried to be your friend. And even now, it’s hard not to remember that you spent hours of your teenage years shouting at him like this was still your dad you were fighting with. That wedge you instinctively drove between the two of you now seems rusted over, and though your stepdad is a good sport about letting you burn, you know it’s you that started the fire in the first place.

You like to think you get along a bit better now though, that you don’t blame the guy anymore for trying to support you when you clearly needed the help. You glance out the window at the gentle waving of the wind chime, shifting on the couch. “Surprised you’re spending your weekend here of all places, munchkin.” Your tongue pushes up against the roof of your mouth as you hold in the urge to groan, your foul mood radiating off your skin in angry swirls. “Your mom won’t be home for another few hours.” His deep voice reaches you again as he puts down the laundry basket, and you glance over at him. 

It’s always freaked you out a little how conventionally— attractive he is. Fit, tall, handsome and muscular; years of being a professional athlete keeping him strictly in the ‘fuckable’ category. Not for you, of course. Just… objectively. When you hum in response, he folds his muscular arms over his chest. “Are you going to go see some friends in town? Do you need some money?” Your lips twitch up at his gentle offer. He always used to let you go get milkshakes with your school friends when you’d cooled down from an argument when you were younger, something your mom found absurd. But looking back, it was probably the only way he knew how to deal with your complex set of emotions. It’s amusing he still does it now.

“I wanted to stay in tonight, if that’s fine by you.” And though his eyebrows raise, he nods, glancing between you and the tv.

“Yeah, of course. It’s not too often we get to hang out together. We can watch a movie or something.” You nod, smiling when he pats his stomach in thought, then walking out with a hum.

You want to be better. That night is one of the first you don’t have a frown for any of it, even allowing him to pull you into his side for a second to ruffle your hair when you make fun of him for mouthing the lines along, playfully wrestling over the bucket of popcorn. And maybe it’s the way he doesn’t blame you for having been a little jerk for most of your life, but the next weekend you come home too, going for cake with your mom in the city and buying him a scone for after practice. And the weekend after that, and soon you’re spending more of your free time with him than you have for the last few years. You grow more used to the gentle touch of his palm on your shoulder as he passes you in the hall, or the way he rests his elbow on your head before you shoo him away with giggles.

So when you help him out by changing the covers of the bed one afternoon, you don’t even notice when it slips out. “That’s the wrong way around,” you giggle, “heh, just— just let me do it, daddy.” You walk the length of the bed to pick the blanket from his large hands, standing side to side as you put it the right way around, then putting it down. You put a knee on the bed to toss it to the other end, flattening the covers with gentle motions. And then you straighten up to finish what you were doing. You only look back at him when it’s been entirely silent for a minute, skin feeling electric. His pretty eyes narrowed, frown harsh and tongue peeked out between his lips, he’s still looking at the place you were on the bed. “Are you okay?” you ask, seeming to snap him out of it.

The friendly, charming expression you’ve grown used to easily replaces the strange one. “Yeah. Thank you for helping.”

You nod. “You’re welcome.”

Not too long after you grow comfortable around Shugo, it seems he grows comfortable around you too. You never thought you’d be hugging and getting forehead kisses goodnight, but you really seem to have missed it. The easy way his fingers come to rest at the small of your back when you walk, or how he scoots you close to his side when it’s just you two and a show as background noise while you work on your laptop. Sometimes his hand goes a bit too low though, and you have had to turn around with heated cheeks in the bathroom too much for comfort when you accidentally walk in on him, but it hardly disturbs the normality you’ve built.

It doesn’t seem that weird when he asks for a massage when he comes home from the gym with his face scrunched in pain. You’ve done it for your mom plenty of times. You’re sat on his waist as you dig your fingers in and his hand gently kneads your calf where it rests, moving up the length of your thigh a few times. And when he groans out your name under his breath at a particularly tense spot, you pretend not to feel the way he shifts his hips against the couch. You pretend like the thought of it doesn’t make your belly tense, like it doesn’t make you a bit too hot. Your mom is happy, you’re not going to mess that up. Not even when he kisses your cheek as a thank you afterward, and his lips brush past the corner of your mouth. An accident, that’s all.

When your mom leaves to have a weekend with your aunts, Meian invites you along to a team dinner. ‘The guys are so excited to meet you, I’ve probably talked about you too much. They keep begging me to drag you along.’ And though you’ve seen the players on video before, you were never close enough to tag along with your stepdad. Now though, surrounded by top athletes in a big, private room as they talk and laugh and ask you so many questions, it’s natural to cling close to him. Your hands loop around his arm, and he only needs a second to see the look on your face. So he tucks you into his side with a chuckle, burying you in his warmth and in his scent, and you nuzzle into him a little in return. “You’re so precious,” he says when he presses a kiss to your temple and cheek. It’s so comfortable, so warm and nice that you entirely miss the sets of eyes sliding to your show of affection.

But everyone is so kind and welcoming, talking you through plays and practices and showing you pictures of their sweaty post-match grins, you can’t help but get swept up in the cheer. Even Sakusa -the somewhat broody wing spiker- seems to be relaxed. Throughout the evening you’re offered glass after glass by the guys, well meaning you’re sure, but you haven’t been a big drinker since your first year and your head soon feels tight and heavy. It definitely shows, because Atsumu keeps laughing at your heated cheeks and ears, flicking them sometimes. And then you hide even more into daddy, who brushes a palm over your head. “You’re wasted.” Though the tall brunet frowns, his voice still has a soft tone of amusement. “We’ll leave soon, okay princess?” he leans down to ask, dark eyes on yours. “Keep your head up so you don’t get too dizzy.”

And you nod, pouting a little. “Daddy, I’m sorry.” His eyes find yours again, eyebrow raising. “For being so annoyin’ in the past. I was just trying to be mean. But you’re really good to me, daddy.” As another glass is shoved over the table your way, you look across the table. Bokuto doesn’t take no when you try to say something about the thickness of your tongue and the warm, glowing feeling in your chest, and you’re too far gone to make a compelling argument not to, as Meian drops his fingers to the edge of your dress and rubs circles into the skin there. When you throw back another drink, it hits badly. You take a few deep breaths, then lean forward to press your head to the table. “Whooh, boy.”

“She looks pretty gone to me,” someone says to your side, as you groan. The hand on your thigh slides higher and higher, it feels so good. You can’t help but open your legs a little wider to allow more of the good feeling in, shifting in your seat.

You vaguely recognize Hinata’s voice when he breaks through the murmurs, but don’t move. “Yeah, can we start now, Captain?”

When you’re suddenly lifted from your seat and pulled up into a lap you let your head lull back, staring up into those familiar eyes. He places your legs either side and pulls you closer to his body by your hips, and you can’t even help it that your pussy clenches around nothing when your panty-covered center brushes over the crotch of his pants. “How are ya feeling, pet?” Atsumu coos to your side, sliding into the spot you were sitting just seconds before, but all your attention is on the brunet as he dips down his mouth while tilting your head up, and suddenly you’re kissing. A tongue in your mouth and hands on your side and you feel like you only blink before your dress is being shoved up your thighs and over your butt. And big hands squeeze your ass while your daddy kisses you, down your neck and shoving your straps down your shoulders. The others slide all the dishes aside, you can hear the noises behind you.

When he finally pulls back you manage to get out of your shock enough to look around, shuffling back. “Daddy, I—” He pulls you back by your thighs as another set of fingers trails down between your bodies to rub over your covered slit. At this you push onto his arm to try and break his hold on you, before looking back at Atsumu and then at Adriah who’s slipped into your other side. “Wait, stop,” you swallow, “let go of me.” You try to close your legs but fail to, and before you can even say anything else, fingers tangle in your hair and yank you backwards, falling onto the table. “Aah— let go! Daddy!!”

“I’m here, princess,” he mumbles as he hoists your hips onto the table, leaving you stuck in Kiyoomi’s tight grip as you try to struggle away. “This is just what you have to get to teach you a lesson though. You can’t be a brat and get away with it.” He pushes your legs wider, and though you try to fight back, there’s so many pairs of hands on your body that it scares you to really fight. Kiyoomi pulls your head back more as tears well up in your eyes, someone else rubbing three fingers into your covered cunny. “But I know you’re going to let daddy punish you. Because you’ve just been so good lately.” You close your eyes. You bite your lip when your dress is ripped off of you and someone spanks your tits with a giggle, then a mouth on your nipples.

“Please stop,” you cry. “Daddy, please. Don’t wanna.”

But it’s the sound of a belt buckle and the press between your legs that has your hairs standing on end. No, no, no. You might be sloppy and drunk— but this isn’t supposed to happen. You open your eyes and blink through your tears to search for him in the mess of undressing bodies and hands on you, shivering in the cold when your panties are yanked off. But it’s easy to find him, because he’s standing right between your legs, pumping his flushed, big cock in his palm. And when he pushes Bokuto’s hands away from your cunny to replace it with his cock, he squeezes your thigh so softly. ‘I love you,’ he mouths, before someone grabs your cheeks to pull you to their cock, as daddy pushes into you.

The words ring in your head when you open your mouth to get someone’s drooling head pushed in, with a ‘good girl’.

#tw.noncon #tw.gangbang #💫ch.meian #🥧daddy.meian #tw.daddy #tw.manipulation #meian shugo x reader #meian shugo #meian smut #meian x reader #msby smut #haikyuu smut

[iwaasfairy]

meian fuck his leetle girl sideways, backwards, upside down, out of consciousness and right back awake challenge *FROTHS*

thank you for letting me indulge in meian thirst. brrr brain vacant try next door

tw (step)daddy meian, size kink, brat taming

“Daddy, please put me on your cock and make me yours,” you beg, pushing yourself up in his lap onto his huge cock, rolling your center against the fat, drooling head. His hands are on your thighs, long fingers kneading the soft skin until you whine, pushing your face to his, lips pressing against his all desperate. “Want you to use me again, daddy,” you plead, moving back in to push your tongue into his mouth like it’ll convince him if you’re good enough. The rubbing against your clit feels heavenly, but you want more. “Please,” you beg, “please.”

“Shhh, settle down,” he chuckles, easily pulling you forward so you rest your little palms on his chest and your cheek can rest above his pecks. He looks over your shoulder to grab his cock and gives it a few lazy pumps, then shifting you to the side with one arm. “Lift your leg, baby girl,” he whispers, helping you into the unusual position with a strong grip. But this way he can press the tip against your slicked, little slit and rub it between your legs, before he presses a kiss to your cheek. “Go on, let me see how much you can take daddy.”

“Can’t,” you whine, tearing up at the stretch of his tip into your tiny pussy, “can’t do it on my own, you do it.” It’s just the tip, just one inch, but you’re already spread so thin. You dig your fingers into his wide shoulders with more moans and whines, closing your eyes and resting your face against him. It’s no use, he’s just that big. When he only teases you, pulling you back up from the cock you want inside you so bad, you cry out loud. “Daddy! Fuck me already.”

That’s the wrong thing to say, clearly. His breathing is still steady, but his eyes are narrowed. “You think you’re in charge here?” His one brow lifts, and you pout. “You’re just daddy’s little cocksleeve, princess. You were made to be fucked by me, see?” He rubs his cock over your hole again and again until it’s entirely wet, glistening with your slick. “Still think you can talk back to me like that?” The teasing continues, but you don’t dare meet his eyes. Instead you slowly drag our fingertips in little hearts over his skin, and pout.

“No, daddy. I’m sorry.”

A soft puff of air makes you pause, before he drops your leg from his hold. “Put yourself on it this time,” he orders, and you whine at that. You can’t, you want to say, but he doesn’t give you the chance, grabbing your face and pulling your face to his. “You wanna be such a cockhungry, little pet, then do it yourself.” But you shake your head and send him your best doe eyes, clinging to his shoulders.

“No, please, I’ll be good. I’ll be good, I promise daddy.” His palm connects with your ass just once, but it is such a solid hit you instantly breath out in tears and cling to him tighter, sniffling as you dangle your cunny next to his cock. “I wanna be your good girl, I wanna be fucked on daddy’s fat cock,” you mumble against his skin, enjoying the way his chest rumbles when he hums. The soft brush of his fingers over your soar spot only has your pussy drooling more, slick dripping down your thighs.

But luckily for you, he chooses to put you out of your misery, and wraps his strong arms around you to lift you to him. Knees leaving the bed, you cling to his neck, mouth dropping open when he puts you onto his cock. And pushes you down onto it while you stretch, and down and down and down. Your eyes flutter closed, feeling a bit crosseyed at the stretch. So big, so, so impossibly big, he keeps lowering onto you until he presses up against your cervix, and even further.

That’s when the chocked whines start, you’re unable to help it. “Da- ddy, daddy, da- ddy, please.” Once he finally bottoms out into you, he takes a deep breath, holding you close for a few seconds. He looks down to you to watch your teary-eyed expression, and nods.

“Hang on, pretty girl. We’ll find out just how good you are.”

#honey mail #vivi ily #💫ch.meian #🥧daddy.meian #tw.sizekink #tw.incest #meian shugo x reader #meian shugo #meian smut #meian x reader #msby smut #haikyuu smut

[iwaasfairy]

𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁

sometimes you meet a stranger on a windy balcony in the middle of the city, and sometimes you fall in love with him too.

.wordc. 4k+ tw yandere, implied noncon, toxic relationships, older meian, daddy kink, cunnilingus, brief drug use, fluff ??

If the light hits you right, you look infinite. And even if it doesn’t, you still look about a million miles out of his league for what he’s concerned. All bright smiles and quiet apologies when passing by people. He should be a waste of free time to you for all intents and purposes. A face in the crowd. The thought makes his chest feel a bit tight though, because despite the irrationality of it, he still wants to be here. With you, bathed in the glow of the sun and resting so peacefully beside him.

He doesn’t like feeling like just another guy, reminds him too much of his past disaster relationship. Which is why you’re so different, so perfect. Other people judge, you don’t. You never judge him, so he thinks the least he can do is the same in return. His ex-wife still has the keys to his place, though she doesn’t have the intention of using them ever again. She’ll lose the keys long, long before he changes all the locks. You still have to get settled into his bed first, but if you were to ask for the keys he’d let another set be made instantly.

Because he’s known you for only a little while and you already have his heart beating erratically. No longer overcome with the sense of longing. If anyone were to ask, and his friends do on occasion, he’d tell them this is it.

Now, there’s you. A stunning, young thing, beaming warmth and goodness from the seams. He’s not entirely sure what he’s doing here, truth be told, because as much as he stares at you through thinly veiled casual curiosity, there’s no changing the fact that he could be twice your age and you should most likely be disgusted by him.

He’d been coming to that quiet balcony staring out into nothing everyday for months. But you’d walked up to smoke beside him, resting your chin on the railing and looking so fucking small and vulnerable. Maybe it’s the way you don’t even spare him a second glance, not gawking at the huge, hulking attraction of a guy he finds himself being looked at so often, or the little tears that glisten at the base of your lashes as you take a deep pull and let the drug filter in. He guesses that to you, most people are big and overwhelming, considering.

He’s no longer in his prime. He knows it better than most, is confronted with it every time his reflection catches him. He’d thought it then, still thinks it now. Older, divorced and between being busy with work and his growing collection of dropped hobbies, there’s hardly anything he can offer you. He’s at least lucky he’s not balding, but he knows he looks pretty much his age with the thin lines here and there, slightly greying temples and stubble that doesn’t stay away long when he shaves. God, he feels old.

It’s a fucking miracle and a half that he managed to keep his usual wit, entertaining you in your nightly loneliness and carefully offering to walk you back to your street for safety. It’s difficult not to seem like a threat when you’re— him, but he’d been genuine. You were too tiny and kind to be out by yourself. You’d taken it, too sure that he was out for no harm. Looking back, that young naivety is something he should be worried about.

He didn't buy his way into your pants that night, but you’d clearly been some level of upset, so that first time had been a lucky lay. A one off, he’d thought. The way you creamed around his cock and moaned so softly, so beautiful when digging your nails into his shoulders. You could’ve told him it was a dream, slipped out like nothing ever happened.

He’d forgive you. At this point he’s almost certain he’d do anything for you. If you asked him to seriously injure your asshole boss for you, he wouldn’t think long. You’re too kind to ask that though, too forgiving too. He takes a few deep breaths as he thinks, finally tearing his eyes away from your cute, sleeping pout to look out the window.

There’s some noise from the waking city outside, he still worries it’s gonna wake you badly and you’ll curse him for one of the many mishaps he’s committed against you and walk right out. You could’ve, probably should’ve. But you’ve ended up in his bed a few times now, and every time it gets harder to just let you go with a coffee and a quick kiss that doesn’t promise much of anything. He’s not even sure that you have his number. But as long as you keep showing up to that balcony, he’ll give you whatever you want.

An almost unnoticeable tap comes to his shoulder. When he turns, you’re up, barely. Eyes open just the tiniest sliver, shuffling a little closer to his warmth. Fuck. You’re so fucking tiny compared to him, his huge, burly body sticking out like a sore thumb from the blankets while you’re buried deep in them. He stays on his back when he reaches over and runs a thumb along your cheekbones, letting the soft skin warm under it. You snuggle into his chest with the last of your fruity, soft perfume that clashes so violently against his.

It makes his chest feel like it’s caving in, pulling the air out of his lungs with each move you make. And he’s always had a bit of a possessive streak, but this is on a whole new level. He doesn’t want you to leave. He shouldn’t let you.

“Mornin’,” he offers, voice too deep and a bit raspy. You hum. Your palm presses to his chest, not hard enough to push, though that is what he thinks at first. Only just enough pressure to be present, to feel his skin under yours. Hesitantly, he rests his hand on your hip under the blankets, running the calloused pads of his fingertips over your exposed side. You mumble something about the light and the curtains, slurring the words and making him utterly weak once again. “Yeah, s’my bad.” He takes a deep breath, and you make no effort to get up.

“Have breakfast with me?” You look utterly content in his arms. Say yes. Say yes. “Or ya can use the shower, I think ‘m gonna take a day off.” He knows, actually, because he’ll at least drive you back home if nothing else. You’re not taking a tram all the way back to your apartment, he won’t let you. He doesn’t feel the need to tell you that right now though.

Doesn’t need to tell you how jealous he feels when he sees you text someone in the morning, but it’s only because he knows how lovable you are. It’s every soft breath, every time you talk or wrap your lips around your straw and each time you adjust your bra or panties or prance in with skirts that should be too fucking short to wear outside, or say his name in that lower, softer rhythm that has him going entirely crazy.

And with a mumbled agreement, he pulls you close and presses a kiss to the top of your head, as you let out a sleepy giggle and kiss his neck.

+

It’s been almost two months of unspoken routine. You don’t always show, but most nights you do. At least once a week for sure. You know the way to his place, hid out from the rain once. You know where he stashes the fresh towels and you’ve flipped through the pictures of him in the national hall with his arms thrown around his team, drenched in sweat. You talk over a glass of champagne that you admit to bringing to impress him with hot cheeks. It takes a little coaching but you let him in too, the few times he visits your apartment, your roommate out for the night.

But you look more at ease in his house, he thinks. Giddy being swayed in his strong arms and being lifted off your feet to reach the higher shelves. He guesses two months in you reach the honeymoon phase, though you’ve still yet to label it, which admittedly, gnaws at him. You don’t seem like the type to leave his house and run into someone else’s arms, but sometimes he thinks the one mark over the row of other splotches on your tits doesn’t look familiar enough to be his.

Sometimes he walks you to the tram and some guy sneaks a good look at your ass, and you don’t flinch. You smile at the next door neighbor, a guy frustratingly close to your age, and he smiles back. Maybe, maybe you’re fucking them too, it does seem to come naturally to you. He doesn’t resent you for it, but that guy— you wince when his fingers dig too hard into your hip. That’s when he has to soften, apologize and lean down to kiss you, which at least you don’t shy away from.

One Saturday you come to the balcony late.

Nervously picking at the elbows of your sweater, he takes a long look at you. You walk up closer after a breath of silence, before slowly wrapping yourself around his side. Your breathing is shaky when you cling on. “I’m glad you waited for me, I don’t— wanna be alone right now.” He knows he shouldn’t, but he tilts your head up into view to watch your teary eyes clench shut, you’re shaking. He might be too, but for different reasons.

You’re so perfect. An angel, his angel, no one should so much as look at you wrong.

“Who did this?” he breathes, and you flinch at the harshness of his voice. But he could never hurt you. Ever. There’s a sprouting seed of anger growing with each passing second though. He lets out a trembling breath. “Tell me who did this to ya.” He’ll kill them, he’ll kill them, whoever hurt you, he’ll—

“No,” you say. Why? His mouth is already opening again, but you tug at his shirt collar and look at him so sadly that for a moment he forgets all about anything else. Nothing beside you matters anyway. “Leave it, Shugo.” You all but pull yourself toward him by the fabric to make a little kissy pout, and fuck, there it is. His little baby. He kisses you, gently and slowly a few times as you whisper it to him again. You can sense that he’s mad, but there’s no way you know just how much.

He lets you kiss him deeper, tongue melting with yours and pull you up against his body for safety, lets you pretend that everything is okay and eventually laugh it off as you two stumble into his apartment with heavy pants, biting down on the skin of your neck hard. He throws your legs over his shoulders and buries his head between your legs and makes you cum, and cum and cum. Lets you fall asleep right after, brushing his fingers along your shoulder and so close he’s scared his heartbeat will wake you.

It’s an hour or so after that your phone shakes, lighting up with a message. Someone named Alex apologizing about the fight and about making you cry. More messages come, a group chat of your “friends” this time and how they should have been more understanding, that they too are sorry. The timing is too neat not to have been talked about too. Would you really miss a bunch of gossip like that?

The light shuts off again after a few seconds, and he stares down at you sleeping so peacefully. Is it so wrong to just want you to be happy like this all the time, not worrying about any of them? You’re safe in his arms. Other people are unpredictable. They cause issues.

You’re too sweet to see it though, but he’s got some years of experience on you.

After a shower early in the morning he goes out for coffee, back again before you wake up. He smiles a bit wider when you do wake and your troubles from last night seem to have evaporated with the sun. His innocent, perfect little flower. He'll never let you feel like that again.

Shugo watches you sit on the counters and talk as you lick at the whipped cream moustache, kisses you until you melt in his hold too. He asks you to be his girlfriend with a deep rumble of his morning voice, and you say ‘yes’, eyes wide with surprise but happy nevertheless.

He doesn’t tell you it when pushing your hair away from your face, kissing down your neck and feeling your legs wrap around his waist. But he really loves you, you know?

+

Your friend Alex is declared missing six days after your fight with him, and you’re inconsolable for a few hours when the police calls. He understands that, though the tears in your eyes are a bit too much for him. Your friend hurt you, wounded you, you shouldn’t be this sad. What comes around goes around, doesn’t it? But he understands that you’re too kind and naive to see it. However, he doesn’t understand when you tell him you need a few days to be alone.

It won’t do you any good, you’ll just be lonely and he tries to tell you as much, but you just get more upset at his touch. You push his hands off when he tries to pull you back, and he’s gotta admit, that stings.

“He’s just missing,” he ends up mumbling, “it’s not like he’s dead.”

Your eyes go wide, and you stare at him for a few moments, before getting off the couch and walking over to the hall and when he tries to ask where you’re going, you’re basically shooting him lightning, your tears running in crooked lines down your face. “I can’t believe you just said that like it’s no big deal that he’s gone,” you hiss, and maybe it’s that youthful fighting spirit that breaks out next when he tries to comfort you again. “Don’t fucking touch me, I’m going home.” The clock is so loud as it ticks. Oh, so that’s how it is. You’re attached to your friends like that, yeah?

He watches you stomp around his house as you collect your stuff, whispering curses under your breath when you can’t find your shoes fast enough. He stays quiet. You pause before leaving, tell him you’re going to your best friend’s place, and that he shouldn’t worry. He might have responded before you slam the door, he’s a bit too lost in thought.

You’re perfect for him, one little fight won’t change that, you’re not to blame here. But it becomes glaringly clear that he’s right. Your friends are no good.

+

Sometimes you feel like you’re here too often, considering it’s only been three months and a bit. You like Shugo a lot though, he’s as sweet as he’s big and you think it’s the former Captain in him that always seems to know you before you know you. It also doesn’t hurt that he’s so attractive it makes you dizzy. But despite all his best efforts, it’s been a bit lonely. And quiet. This isn’t necessarily a strange thing in itself, if not for the way you left it off with your friends. 

Dropping off your radar so slowly it’s barely noticeable, the people you talk to everyday don’t start conversation anymore. Your messages go unread for days at a time, and when they’re finally opened it’s the same short response. ‘Super busy, no time to talk.’ You in comparison have never had this much free time, but ever since the fight Shugo’s been on his best behaviour. He even made sure to move his work home so you wouldn’t be too alone while you’re still on break. His idea too, said the stress has clearly been taking a toll on you.

He’s not entirely wrong either. With everything changing so suddenly, you’ve never felt smaller. You feel fragile. Shugo’s good company though, never bothered by your attention being on him. You let out a breath, drumming your fingers on your knees, deciding it’s been a bit. You get off the bed and tiptoe into the living room where he sits with his eyes aimed at the screen, hair loose and dress shirt two buttons lower than it should be to keep you sane. 

You walk up behind your big hulk of a boyfriend to put your chin on his shoulder, hugging him close. Shugo makes a soft noise of agreement, and you rest your nose at his cheek. “Are you hungry? I can make you a snack.”

“S’alright, baby. ‘M gonna finish up ‘ere and pay attention to ya.” With a few clicks more he closes the laptop, getting up from the chair and sweeping you up into a bridal lift so quickly it makes you hick, giggles breaking out after.

“You’re already done?”

His pretty eyes are aimed down at you with a kind of shine you rarely see with other people. It’s so intense, sometimes it’s almost a bit scary. But to have been a top level athlete for years does take a ton of dedication, so it’s no wonder he’s dedicated in other areas as well. “No, just realized I’ve got a hunger for somethin’ else.” He easily carries you back to where you came from, tossing you down on the bed and kneeling over you. His lips curl a little when you blink up at him, before he nods at your chest. “Take that off for me.”

The flimsy top you’d thrown on comes off just as easily at the order, pulling the few bows and shrugging it off. You smile at him sweetly as you grab your tits, pushing them together a little. “Like this, daddy?” He grunts some agreement when he lowers himself, but you roll over before he can use his mouth on you like he so obviously wants to, grin slipping on. He doesn’t hesitate to pull you down on the bed more by your shorts and you squeak when his palm instead traces along your back, settling at the top of your spine and wrapping around your neck. The bed shifts when he sits down over your legs.

“You’re gonna be testy?” It barely takes a second for him to have you back the other way, yanking your legs up and pulling your shorts along with your underwear over the curve of your ass and up your legs. “I don’t fuckin’ think so,” he says, pushing one knee to your chest and you quickly hook your arm around it. He dips down to press a few kisses down your chest, then licking a stripe up the underside and taking your nipple into his mouth. You don’t think you’ll ever grow tired of how easy it is to let him take the lead, his fingers slipping between your legs to dip into your little cunt and rubbing your clit.

“Mhm, wet already?” He chuckles, sucking harder until you mewl under him and spread your thighs more. Tugging him a bit closer by his hair, he slips a finger inside and pushes his palm up to your sensitive nub, sucking marks all over the last ones. You shake under him, rolling your hips to meet the precise, practiced way his finger curls into you before he adds another. With a loud pop he disconnects from your other nipple to squeeze your tits together, then kneeling at the side of the bed. “C’mere.”

Your hips angled up to give him better access, he fucks his fingers into you faster and deeper, now instead starting to lick and suck at your pussy and your oversensitive clit. He lets you rub against his tongue and beg for more, giving into you so easily. And you moan louder as the feeling builds, being driven crazy. “Daddy.” You push softly at his head once you’re close, looking at him so blissed out between your legs. “I’m gonna-”

“Y’taste so fuckin’ good.” The short sentence is enough to have your head spinning, definitely when he dives back in again and fucks his fingers right into that spot. 

“Ahng, I’m gonna cum. Please don’t stop.” You know he has no intention to. Sucking over and rubbing his tongue along your clit until your vision goes white and your toes curl, back arching from the bed. “Holy — fuck, fuck, ah- daddy, daddy, thank you.” You cum so hard your head pounds, and only when you twitch from overstimulation does he pull away.

You sit up right away to pull him onto the bed and towards the headboard so you can ride him, but a flash of light catches your eye.

On the bedside table, your phone’s ringing. Only, it’s not ringing so much as it’s lighting up. And normally you wouldn’t care, but a thought worms it’s way out of you. “Is my phone on silent?” You didn’t do that. You wouldn’t have, considering you’ve been waiting for people to ring you back for ages. So… Shugo must’ve.

You reach for it, but his arms are longer and he snatches the device right from under you, something that makes your brows furrow. “Daddy, give it back, I wanna know who’s calling,” you pout, watching a bit absentmindedly as he turns the screen away and taps something.

“No one’s calling.”

Your brain whirls. “Yes, it was. Give it to me, I want to talk to my friend.” You would’ve let it ring, you’re still hot and bothered and Shugo’s very hard in his shorts, but you can’t make sense of it. “Shugo, give me—”

He holds it away when you reach for it again, and this time your brows furrow hard enough to look like a glare. But he doesn’t give in, frowning back at you. “It’s not gonna be your friends, ya know that, it’s a wrong caller.” You know that. Your head pounds harder, and another thought makes it’s way up, but you try to squash such an ugly thought. No way your boyfriend would have something to do with the radio silence.

He taps away as you try to make sense of it, you never once hesitated giving him your phone, you never had anything to hide. But the blocked numbers, the opened messages, all your calendar notes vanishing. You thought your phone was old, that the apps were freaking out. “There, ’s gone.”

“My friends—”

“Stop talkin’ about your stupid friends,” he snaps, wrapping his arm around you and pulling your vunerable, naked body into his lap as he tosses the phone aside in some laundry, “they’re no good. I’ll take care of ya.” And you try to pull back to look at him, really look at him, in hopes that this is some kind of joke. But he stares down at you like he’s making total sense, and you’re too confused and surprised to do much of anything. “They won’t bother us anymore, promise. I took care of ‘em.” With that he kisses you again, and you feel like the world crumbles around you.

He pulls you closer, rocks his hips into you and it’s almost automatic when you kick at his thigh to get out of his reach, falling back onto the bed. Part of you wants to ask, but a larger part of you just wants out of here. Far away from him for a while. Your stomach is so heavy, you don’t know what to make of any of this. Just that it isn’t right, the way he’s looking at you with such intensity isn’t all there. You start climbing off the bed, quickly fishing your clothes from the ground. But two strong arms wrap too tight around you, a hand coming over your mouth as he yanks you back into him. Grip painfully tight on your face.

“You can’t leave.” He pries the clothes from your grip, ripping them in half in the process. And you trash against him, tears welling up as you realize how terrifying this is. “You’re mine,” he coos it sickeningly sweet, grip loosening for only a second when you kick at his shin and claw at his arms. “Just—” It’s no use, he’s so, so much bigger than you. He drags you back and bends you over the bed, holding you by your neck and pressing his shin over your legs before he uses his entire body weight to keep you in place.

“You’re still mine, right?” The kisses he plants on the side of your neck are so cold now, they make you sick. He rubs himself on your hip, hard cock twitching. Like this is just some lover’s spat to him, like you aren’t crying your eyes out right now. He presses a kiss to your head. “Ya don’t have’ta be upset, it’s only ‘cause I love ya.”

#meian shugo x reader #meian x reader #yandere meian #tw.yandere #tw.noncon #tw.toxic relationship #tw.daddy #💫ch.meian #meian shugo smut #meian smut

[iwaasfairy]

Fairy you did not only introduce me to Hajime-nii but now Meian too? I want them both to stuff me full now if that is even possible

you’re the little sister of the monster generation’s trainer and you have captain big daddy meian vying for your attention too?? already too much. but then if you add them both wanting to fuck little baby stupid and it becomes perfection 👉👈

tw incest, double penetration, lil degradation

“Think you’re ready,” Hajime huffs, kneading the soft skin of your ass as he pushes the head of his cock against you, smearing the lube and collected slick over your puckered hole. “Niichan’s gonna put it in, okay?” You give a vague moan which could be an agreement, but it might as well be because you’re already stretched so tight and halfway to a second orgasm. Good enough though. He pries you from Meian’s chest and back into him, and you whine and whimper every second of it.

“Haji nii, niichan-ah, ah, anhgniichan!!” The head of his cock pushes against it until you take a few breaths and let him in more, slowly spreading for his fat cock. And your thighs start shaking as you lean back into his chest, spasming when the Captain gives a slight buck of his hips. “Mhm-mor’ want more, want you.”

“Fuck, feels like she’s getting even tighter,” Meian grunts under his breath, large palms sliding over your tits to grab at them, then pinching and pulling the nipples as you grow even louder. “You like being stuffed with two cocks too big for you, doll?” The soft chuckle as he pushes himself from the bed and wraps an arm around you is drowned out entirely by your moans as you try to look through your fat, welling tears at his face. It’s way too much. Of course it is. You’ve always been a glutton for punishment, Hajime supposes, pushing further into your clenching walls to stuff you so full of cock you forget your own name.

The captain grunts when you manage to dig your nails into his shoulder more, dropping your head back onto your big brother’s shoulder and whining like a little bitch in heat. “Feels good, huh, slutty girl?”

“Yes, yes, pleasemove, Hajime niichan—” you cry out when his cock gets to the tightest part, breathing so heavily. You’re all dripping with sweat, and Meian takes a moment to grab your chin to place a kiss on your swollen lips.

“That’s it. You’re doing so well, dripping all over our cocks like a damn river. You really like this too much.” Another kiss on your throat, as he makes eye contact with Hajime. Your big brother finally bottoms out inside you, but it’s almost impossible to know any of that, it’s impossible to feel anything but the way their cocks hit so fucking deep it’s driving the air out of you. “You like fucking your big brother, you nasty slut. Even bringing someone else in to see it.”

“’M not, I— just-hng, love him.” The captain softly grabs hold of your throat, as you squeak and clench around him, sweat dripping from your chin. “C-close.”

“Gonna move,” Hajime breathes into your hair, and you nod a few times, blinking through tears only to drop them closed again. Then he starts pumping into you, one hand moving to your hip to hold you still, other on your thigh. First slowly pulling out and pulling in, already leaving you a moaning mess. But then Meian starts moving too, and every though leaves you. Only the fat cocks pumping into you harder and harder, making the bed rattle with the force of it.

#tw.incest #tw.dp #tw.degradation #💫ch.iwaizumi #💫ch.meian #🥧iwa.chan #🥧dp.meian #this is my ideal scenario bye #two big men ready to snap me in half #bulge my stomach niichan and daddy pls #meian x reader #meian shugo x reader #meian shugo #meian smut #haikyuu smut #msby smut

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okay okay but this thought: whenever meian wants to punish you, he cums inside of your mouth and stops you from swallowing because he likes pressing his finger down on your tongue until youre gagging and slightly choking on his cum- that's his way of showing you that bad girls don't deserve the pleasure of properly tasting and swallowing his cum 🥺

i keep thinking about the snowballing thing you wrote for him zade,, it’s so fucking hot omFFGGGGG i can’t stop thinking about it over and over. thank you so much for your big brain thoughts, you’re so right. when you get him mad (and it doesn’t happen a lot) he’s ruthless. you get no mercy at all, after all you had plenty of chances to correct your behaviour (｡-_-｡ )人( ｡-_-｡) i hope you enjoy this little bit of hard dom meian ; ^;

tw hard dom! daddy kink, degradation, oral, (one) slap, lil bit of choking

It’s not easy to set him off like this, but you hardly could’ve known. That Atsumu had been making useless comments about basically everything and anything all day without end, and that Iwa had gone even harder on them in training than usual. So yes, you had been a tad greedy when nestling into his lap the second he plopped down on the couch, already slipping your hand into his sweats and pressing a longing kiss on the corner of his lips. And you had ignored the way he mumbled for you to ‘wait until after his shower,’ suckling at the crook of his neck as he grunts.

But now you’re sat between his legs, pussy dripping and untouched, it still seems so unfair. You sniffle when he ignores the way you peek your tongue out for him to rub the head of his cock along your lips and against your cheek, letting you feel his heat and the heavy smell of his arousal. “I’m sorry for misbehaving, daddy,” you mumble when he pulls away from you again to stroke his large, slicked up fist along his cock right in front of you, while you have to keep your hands on your knees and wait. “But— please,” every so slowly, little tears start to well up, and he lets out a sharp breath. “I want you!”

“You’re not getting your needy pussy fucked right now,” his deep voice sounds so gravelly and stern in the quiet of the house, only leaving room for more of your whimpers as you bounce up and down in frustration, ignoring the wetness in your eyes. A swift slap to your face shuts you up, feeling pricks of pain where the warmth spreads out, before he grabs your cheeks and forces your gaze up. 

“Knock it off, I’m not in the mood to deal with your bratty bullshit right now. You’re not in fuckin’ charge here.” The harsh way his eyebrows furrow as he looks down at you, cock dripping precum so close to you and him towering over you only makes you more wet, aching to be filled so bad.

“‘M not gonna feel sorry for you when you only think with your cockhungry cunt,” he hisses, though his huge cock twitches so invitingly. “Y’hear me, dumb girl?”

You give in enough to bob your head in his hold, and he soothes his fingers over the tingling part of your cheek as a soft hum falls from your throat. “My stupid puppy slut wants it so bad, huh? Wants to get her tiny cunny filled with a big cock? Wanna get fucked even dumber?” He pushes a thumb between your lips to urge your mouth open a bit, before leaning down and dropping his spit onto your tongue, making you taste him before pushing your mouth back shut.

But he’s so pretty even when mad. Dark eyebrows pulled together and hair loose from the clean hairstyle he normally has because of your greedy pawing, lips swollen and pink. And standing above you like this, there’s no way you’ll ever forget how big and muscular he is, lines of his body splayed out so deliciously above you.

“Yes, want daddy’s cock. Wanna f-feel you fuck cum into my belly, ‘m so empty. Want my pretty daddy to make me feel good, please.” You can’t help but stare at the trail of hair running from his abs down, and the fat, leaking cock standing between his legs, tongue flicking out to your bottom lip. “Can I be fucked open on your monster cock, please?”

Your chest rises and falls with each rapid breath, wetness of your pussy cooling on your skin the longer you sit untouched. You can feel it drip down your thighs, and Shugo’s cock is flushed and veiny, glistening with so much pre it’s impossible he doesn’t want this as much as you. But still he clicks his tongue, eyes narrowing when you pout, biting through your tears the best you can. “Please, daddy, please. Want to have my pussy used,” you beg.

“Oh, my stupid, little puppy slut,” he squeezes his fist a bit tighter around the head to push out another bead of sticky precum, “you really don’t get it, huh.” He hisses when pressing it to your bottom lip, and you swipe out your tongue to taste him. “Open up wide.” He pushes the hot, fat head of his cock between your lips with a little groan, grabbing your hair and pulling you down a few inches right away to make you choke, looking up at him through teary eyes. “I’ll -hmg- spell it out for you. This is the only hole that’s gonna get fucked, because it’s all you deserve.” He pinches your nose closed when pulling you down more, your body squirming around him. Even with all the trust in the world you can’t help but cry out around the invasion of your throat.

“Mhmm-hmh,” you hick, blinking away the tears best you can to focus on the heavy feeling of his huge cock aching your jaw and making your tongue squirm. But when you try to pull back he only lets go of your nose for you to fill your aching lungs.

“Through your nose, baby, that’s it.” The amusement in his tongue is clear when he makes you gag on him again, digging your nails into his thigh. “Gotta breathe, pup,” he coos again, waiting for you to take a few deep breaths through your nose even though you’re basically shaking, drool running down your mouth and face when he pulls back. The huge palm stays stable on your head though, already urging you back onto his glistening cock. When you moan out a soft ‘daddy’ though your tears, he hums. “Grind yourself on my leg if you want to get off that bad. I’m sure you’ll make it work.”

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