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mulberrysilk · 3 years
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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫
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𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 ‘𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐟 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫’ 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛 𝐛𝐲 @delirieum
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Hanamaki Takahiro x Milf!Reader
summary: being a wife and mother was difficult, even more so with a husband who would come and go due to being busy. Your little ‘getaway’ only being times when your son is at school and your husband was in the city. It was hard being the pretty and dutiful housewife all the time. It was summer and you were going to enjoy it regardless of the little time you had to yourself. But first of all, you need to get the pool cleaned.
cw: dubcon, lactation kink , cheating, infidelity, age gap ( reader is 27 and Makki is 21)
wc: 3.5k
a/n: I wrote this so long ago, I forgot the theme was summer getaway 🤡 but I tried to make it fit in a way? Afsgshjd anyways it’s an honour to be apart of this collab by @delirieum !!! It’s my second to date too!!! 🥺💕 also went for the colors of the collab post!!! Hehe so it’s in theme and sync with it huhu i hope y’all enjoy this hehe
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𝐌 𝐈 𝐍 𝐎 𝐑 𝐒 𝐃 𝐎 𝐍 𝐎 𝐓 𝐈 𝐍 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓
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A yawn escaped him at this little get-together by the pool, the children’s laughter and the parents chatter just background noise while he and Mattsun tried to get through this ordeal. A pool party that their parents dragged them to because everyone was bringing their kids. “Mom I’m twenty one now,” he had huffed the night before but like all sweet loving mothers, she replied with, “You’re still my little Takahiro”, topped off with a pinch on his cheek. So here he was. And naturally he had brought Mattsun along to suffer with him, their moms telling them to watch over the kids by the pool.
“Dude, this party blows.”
Mattsun joked, nursing the juice box in his hand that a little girl had given him. “Can’t we just slip away? I mean we’ve been here for the required time, not too long and not too short, this is the perfect time to ditch.”He tempted with a smirk, keeping an eye on his little brother and sister in the kiddie pool, floaties around their arms to keep them afloat.
“The barbecue is good though,” Makki uttered, opening his can of peach soda. “Plus, it isn’t so bad.”
A chorus of cheers and greetings sounded from where the parents were, the husbands by the grill and the wives sat around the white picnic table that slowly began to be decorated with food with each arrival. By the sliding back door of the Shimazaki’s house, entered the youngest mother in the neighbourhood. Hanamaki couldn’t help the way his body sat up from the pool chair to listen in to the grown-up’s conversation.
“Y/N, you made it!” Mrs. Hanamaki exclaimed with glee, clapping her hands. “You look fantastic!”
“Where’s Kisumi? Oh! Little Hayato has grown taller!” Mattsun’s mother squealed, waving excitedly at the five year old, his round floater around his tiny hips, eager eyes looking out at the pool.
“Kisumi is out of town, he has important business in Tokyo,” you smiled sweetly. “Oh but he did send desserts from Tokyo.” You showed them the expansively wrapped box from a popular bakery. “Thank you so much for inviting us.”
“Mama, pool!” Hayato bounced impatiently on the balls of his feet, tugging at your skirt. “Pool! Pool!”
“I guess it isn’t so bad,” Mattsun straightened up, like Hanamaki ogling your form. Not just them definitely, some of the husbands were guilty of eying you too, the young wife of a successful, busy businessman.
“I hope you don’t mind if I swim with Hayato and cut the talk short for now. He’s been excited the whole car ride here.”
They didn’t mind, the mothers praised you for your dedication as a mother while the men couldn’t stop staring as you set your tote bag on one of the pool chairs, right across where Makki and Mattsun had been sitting. Smart little Hayato had begun to dip his feet at the shallow end of the pool while you untied the pink summer skirt and blouse to reveal your body hugged by a modest yet skimpy black bikini.
“Shit,” Makki hissed, eyes drinking up every single inch of your body, stopping at your belly that was still a little bit plump from having given birth to Hayato. Nonetheless, still very desirable.
You gathered your hair up to the top of your head, tying your loosely in a bun, unaware of how the male gazes on you were watching the way your breasts jiggled every movement you made. The way you carefully entered the pool to join your son, wetting your skin and the thin bikini fabric that now stuck onto you like a second skin, nipples poking through the fabric.
“Is it me or has she gotten hotter?” Mattsun wetted his lower lip, gaze piercing through the clear water to see the fabric of your bikini bottom disappear slightly between your ass cheeks.
“It should be a sin to be that attractive,” Makki groaned, feeling his throat dry and his mouth water at the same time, not able to tear his eyes away from your full breasts. They were definitely bigger. They looked heavy too. Makki wouldn’t be opposed to holding them for you if it became too much for you.
“Oh, Hiro and Issei! It’s so good to see you both!” You made your way to them, smiling at the two handsome young men. “How sweet of the two of you to be here for your siblings. How’s college?” You leaned on the edge of the pool, the two boys becoming red in the face, your cleavage on full display.
“It’s all good, Ms.Y/N,” they beamed back at you, boyish grins both unsure if they wanted to keep a conversation with you. If they did it’d be harder to not be caught undressing you in their minds and wondering how those soft, full mounds felt beneath their palms.
“I don’t want to be that person to ask for favors in events like these but,” you carefully treaded, turning around so that you can watch the children play with your son, splashing around the water without a care in the world. “Hiro,”
Makki’s heart jumped at the use of his first name, a nickname even.
“Your mom told me you used to clean the pools in the big houses in the neighborhood for some extra cash,” you turned your head slightly, giving them a view of your profile. “If you wouldn’t mind coming over some time I would pay you extra even just for the service.”
Hanamaki played the scenario out in his head. Replays of the porn he’s seen before flashing before his eyes, the request you made making his throat dry. Mattsun too couldn’t tear his gaze from the exposed skin of your back, eying your shoulder blades and the thin string of your bikini tied into a ribbon. He nudged his best friend, knocking him out of his trance.
“I’d be happy to lend a hand,” Makki quickly blurted, warmth spreading in his chest when your eyes met his as you smiled thankfully up at him.
“Aren’t you usually in Okinawa during the summer?” Mattsun leaned forward, elbows resting on his thighs, a charming smirk playing on his face.
“Oh,” you paused, the sinking feeling you’ve been trying to ignore creeping up again. “Well, that was the plan. But my husband needed to work and Hayato is being sent to some summer camp. I honestly was a little nervous about wearing this swimsuit…it’s something I wore when was younger but it was the only one I have here. The others are in our beach house in Okinawa,” you murmured, readjusting the straps a little conscious.
“You look great, Ms. Y/N,” Makki complimented, not missing the way your cheeks flushed. He meant what he said. He really did. He’s had the biggest crush on you ever since you moved in during his final year in Seijoh.
“Thank you boys,” you giggled. “But please drop the Ms. We’re friends aren’t we?”
They nodded, both of them feeling the rush in their veins caused merely by your attention.
“I heard from Iwaizumi’s mom he’s doing well in California, and Oikawa is in Argentina! Even though I’ve only known you boys for a short time, I can’t help but feel just as proud as your mothers.” You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, the meek motion and the sweet, heartfelt words making them melt before you.
“You’re too sweet, Ms— I mean, Y/N,” Makki tried to brush off, his cheeks probably as red as cherry but anyone would mistake it caused by the heat.
Mattsun and Makki stayed throughout the whole gathering.
The sun had begun to set, a warm orange glow touching everything around them as the kids were being dried and dressed inside the Shimazaki’s house now. Makki stood behind the kitchen counter, a glass of water in hand watching you, Mrs. Shimazaki, and his mom talk on the couch in the minimalist all-white and cherry wood living room. You had changed into a white summery dress, thin straps and a neckline that came inches below your collarbone, low enough to flaunt your swelling cleavage that sent Makki’s imaginations into overdrive.
The way the fabric clung onto you snuggly accentuated the curve of your breasts and waist where a white ribbon was tied before it flowed loosely all the way down to your knees. Makki couldn’t stop the way his cock twitched the longer he stared, hardening each second the more he indulged in his thoughts. Thoughts of his mouth latching onto your swollen breasts, rolling his tongue around the stiff peaks of your sensitive nipples and sucking on them, maybe even lapping and tasting your milk while he gropes and fondle the soft pillowy flesh.
A twinge of jealousy began to spread in his chest. Your husband was a lucky man, and he was envious of him. He was rich, well off and had a stable job, and to add to that he had you, a goddess of a wife waiting for him to come home and warming his bed. He wondered about the faces you’d make when your tangled between the sheets, moaning and being filled with cock. How it would sound when you cried out his name, how hot your skin would feel against his, and how sweet you’d taste. Makki wanted that. He wanted you.
Makki tugged the crotch of his shorts, trying to hide and relieve a little bit of the tightness against his cock. It felt impossible to tear his eyes from you but he should. You were older than he was, married to someone who gave you a comfortable life and loved you. He didn’t want to come in between the perfect life you had created with your husband. Plus, you seemed so content. The perfect mother. The perfect wife.
Your eyes met his, catching his gaze that wasn’t on your face but lower, on your bosom. It was so inappropriate and yet…his attention made you feel, desirable. Something you haven’t felt in a long while. Your cheeks grew hot beneath his stare trying to busy yourself with brushing your son’s hair but when his eyes finally were able to lift from your chest and onto your face, his breath caught in his throat.
He swallowed thickly, not sure if he should look away at this point and cover it up with a smile. Something about the slow bob of his Adam’s apple as he looked at you with lust filled eyes and rosy pink blush on his cheeks, you offered him a warm, comforting smile. It made him feel more guilty, like a pervert.
Makki looked away and struck a conversation with Mattsun’s dad and Mattsun, talking about the latest affordable and eco-friendly car models. Distracted by this, Makki couldn’t shake the feeling that you were still looking at him. But that couldn’t be, right? He was probably just imagining things and kept telling himself that it was impossible. You were happily married. Right?
“Y/N-san is hot as fuck,” Mattsun whistled, the two of them strolling down the neighborhood after dark, on the way home. “She’s not that older than us either. She’s 27 from what I’ve heard. And after having a kid, she’s still a fucking babe.”
Makki agreed wholeheartedly, feeling less guilty about his lustful conscience, that at least he wasn’t the only one who saw you that way.
“Do you still have a crush on her?”
Mattsun was responded with silence and the chirping of crickets and grasshoppers. He sighed and placed both his palms on the nape of his neck, stretching as he continued walking.
“You remember the time Y/N came over to Oikawa’s house with her homemade cookies when the team was having victory dinner?”
“Yeah, Toru’s mom made sukiyaki,” Makki hummed, the memory a fond one.
“The whole team found her hot. So you’re not alone.” Mattsun grinned. “She’s like the only milf in the neighborhood so…”
“Hey don’t call her that,” Makki nudged him in the side.
“Am I wrong?”
Makki was silenced once more, blushing as he recalled the sight of you today. Issei wasn’t wrong. It’s just that term was taboo wasn’t it? Along with all his thoughts too. It wasn’t just taboo, it was plain wrong.  He had stared at you like a hormonal teenager seeing breasts for the first time and you had caught him staring.
“Keep it in your pants when you go clean their pool alright,” Mattsun teased, smacking Makki on his ass before jogging ahead to avoid getting slapped back but his best friend chased after him, their yells turning to laughter till they were glared at by the grandmother next to Makki’s house.
“I could hear you and Issei from across the neighborhood,” his mother had chuckled when he entered, stood by the kitchen counter putting the leftovers in the fridge.
“Sorry mom,” he shrugged, hands deep in his pockets.
“It’s alright. It takes me back,” she laughed, closing the fridge door. “Can you believe that Y/N is only six years older than you are?”
Makki couldn’t believe it either. How someone as young as you was a beautiful wife and mother already. He remembered your soft tummy beneath the summer sun, skin glistening from the pool water, glittering like some fertility goddess. Feeling himself get hard again, he excused himself and quickly headed upstairs to his room, quietly locking his door.
Sprawled on the duvet, the silence of the house became louder, his little sister fast asleep and mom quietly working away downstairs. His feet hung over the end a little, having grown a couple more inches whilst in college. He rubbed his face a little, wracking his brain on how he was going to function when he came over to your place whilst telling himself over and over that his fantasies were just fantasies, and that he didn’t feel your eyes on him in the Shimazaki’s house.
He chanted “it’s just a part-time job”, “nothing is going to happen” and “I’ll be in control”, over and over as he made his way down the street, the houses becoming more modern and bigger as he reached the higher, hill part of the neighborhood.
Makki’s palms had been sweating seconds before he even stood by your door after letting him in through the gate through the intercom.
“Thank you for coming, Hiro,” you chirped, opening the front door, his eyes immediately looking you up and down, blushing at how high the hem of your cotton shorts was and how snug your long sleeve shirt was on you.
“Good morning,” he greeted back, remaining silent as you guided him through the house, passing the very large living room that looked out at the garden where the swimming pool was located.
He wasted no time getting started, kindly accepting your offer that if he should need any refreshments you’d gladly serve him some. He’d be lying he wasn’t glancing every now and then through the big window of a wall that looked into the living room, watching you as you prepared your son for that two week summer camp, swallowing the lump in his throat as he thought about how he’d be left alone with you once the driver arrives. You’d be alone for two weeks.
“Baiii baiiii Makki!” Your son waved at him, the sound pulling him from his train of thought. He waved back, watching as the little boy skipped his way to the front door with you trailing behind in those cute little shorts.
BUZZ. BUZZ.
The vibrations made Makki almost drop the net he was holding, cursing to himself as he stole a glance at his phone. A message from none other than his best friend.
‘Keep it in your pants okay? If not…give me details later.’
Ass, Makki snickered to himself.
“Hiro, it’s going to rain,” your sweet voice spoke from behind him, catching him off guard, phone slipping from his hand and into the water. You screamed at the boxy device sinking to the bottom of the pool. “I’m so sorry! I’ll get you a new one. Oh no, I’m so sorry Hiro.” You knelt by the edge of the pool, an apologetic pout on your face, reaching your hand into the water to try and salvage it.
“I-it’s fine! Hey, be careful!” He dashed to you before your body could come in contact with the water, pulling you backward with such force he stumbled and fell onto his back, your own body flush against his.
Groaning, he opened his eyes only to be met with your glossy lips and wide timid eyes, inches away from him and he couldn’t, no matter how hard he tried, ignore the softness of your breasts pressed up against his chest.
“Hiro, I’m so sorry,” you murmured, flustered and scrambling to get off of him, stuttering when you felt an all too familiar hardness against your crotch. Makki panicked at your widened eyes, detaching yourself from him as if you had been touched by fire. “I-I’ll— you have a scratch on your knee. I’ll go get you a band-aid!” You scurried back into the house, leaving him stunned and unblinking, and with a semi-hard cock.
In an uncomfortable silence as you retrieved the first aid kit, Makki found himself sat on the sofa in your living room, bewildered and screaming internally at how soft you felt against him and how good you smelled. He was stiff and avoiding your gaze the whole time you treated his knee. And it didn’t help that you were kneeling on the soft carpet, tapping on his joint with an alcohol soaked cotton ball. While his brain thought of something else.
“Did you hurt your back?” You asked him. “I feel awful that I caused you so much inconvenience.”
Had you always been a klutz? He wondered.
“N-no it’s fine. It’s just a scratch and it’s just a phone. None of it is your fault, Ms. Y/N. I should’ve been more careful,” he reassured you, hoping his words would remove your guilt-ridden, worried expression, and trying not to get turned on with you being this close.
“I’ll get you a new phone, I promise.” You swore, placing a band-aid on his now disinfected gash. “There we go, all done.” A small triumphant smile adorned your face, his heart almost jumping out of his chest when your lips kissed his little wound.
His breath hitched and his eyes were wide.
“Oh! Sorry! It’s a habit. Whenever my son gets boo boo’s I’d kiss it to make the pain go away,” you shyly looked down, telling yourself how wrong it was for you to have done that and that it could make Makki assume the worst of you.
“You apologize a lot,” Makki tried to break the tension, rubbing the nape of his neck as you moved to sit next to him on the couch. “And…the kiss…made it feel all better.” He muttered the last part softly but you had heard it.
Giggles bubbled from your chest. “I’m glad.”
The rain you had told him about began to pour, the heavy droplets crashing outside on the fresh lawn and water, creating a thousand ripples. With the sudden change of weather, you had asked him to help you prepare tea in the kitchen to ward of the cold.
Conversations with you were easy, you laughed at the littlest things and got interested in not-so-exciting anecdotes of his, it was cute. But when your back was turned towards him and when you’d move about the kitchen looking for the tin of biscuits to go with the tea, he noticed you wincing and placing your palm on the small of your back.
He wondered if you were okay.
“I-I’m fine,” you replied with a forced smile. You weren’t fine at all, he could tell.
You were trying to hide some discomfort and it became more evident when he sat one seat away from you on the couch, sipping his tea.
“Are you sure? You seem to be in pain, Ms. Y/N. Should I call your husband?” He didn’t want to call your husband, he wanted to be alone with you even more.
“No need for that,” you quickly responded, your cup of tea untouched and only warming your hands. “It’s embarrassing to say…”
“It’s not embarrassing if you’re in pain. I’m actually a little worried,” he laughed nervously, trying to meet your shifting gaze.
You took a breath. “My…chest. I-It hurts.”
Chest pain?! “Do you want me to call an ambulance or something?”
“No, it’s nothing like that!” Your voice got higher, waving your hand to dismiss his initiative. “I—,” your tone softened, placing your cup on the coffee table, hands folded on your lap. “I still breastfeed Hayato…and it hurts a little that’s all.”
Makki swallowed, eyes on your plump breasts. “Oh…”
“I did feed him before he left but he didn’t really drink much…”
“Pumping the milk out makes it better right?”
“Yeah,” you blinked a couple of times at him. “How did you know that—
His hands moved before he could think, cupping the soft mounds, feeling their weight against his palm, and mouth-watering at how pillowy and squishy they felt.
“H-Hiro!” You squealed, your hands wrapping around his wrists as his large hands groped and massaged your breasts, guiltily finding relief with his touch. “W-what are you doing!?”
“Just wanted to help you, that’s all,” he replied, eyes glued on your tits, desire stirring in his lower belly. You weren’t even wearing a bra! How was he supposed to stop?
“D-don’t—hey! Wait!”
He pulled down the hem of your blouse, tits spilling out, bouncing freely and nipples puffy, he couldn’t help but play with your sensitive nipples, pulling and rolling the peak, the sensation shivering down to your cunt.
“S-stop that,” your voice was breathy, chest heaving and back arching when he played with them a little too harshly. “Hiro, please stop. This is—wrong!” You protested, denying over and over how good it felt. “Don’t be so rough with them.”
Not listening to your pleas, he pushed you to lie on the couch not giving you enough time to think as he latched his mouth on your mound, hot tongue flattening against the stiff nub before he began to suck. You squirmed and whimpered beneath him, trying to fight off the young man who pounced on you. But he was much bigger, taller…stronger. It was futile. The way he suckled at your aching breasts brought you relief, melting away your resolve.
“H-Hiro, if you keep sucking like that, m-my…” before you can even say it, relief washes over you, sweet milk spilling on Hiro’s tongue, the man groaning at the taste as you shiver. His other hand made sure your free breast was getting attention too, massaging the heavy flesh, squeezing and pinching your nipples, your milk trickling from the stimulation.
“You taste so good,” he moaned, mouth full on your tit, his cock now straining against his jeans.
“We shouldn’t be doing this—Ah—you shouldn’t,” you tried to string together but you were too lost, too sensitive to his touch, pleasure easily clouding your mind.
“But don’t you feel better?” He released your breast with a lewd pop, beady eyes darkened with lust looking at you. To make his point, he pushed your breasts together attempting to take both leaking nipples in his mouth, sucking harshly, a moan breaking through your once bitten lips. “It hurts when they’re too full right?I can help with you that. Since you were so nice to me, I wanna be nice to you too.”
Logic was thrown out the window and his conscience was replaced with the whispers of the little devil on his left shoulder, telling him that you wanted this, that he should take his chance to fuck the woman that kept him up at night, pumping his cock to the thought of you.
“H-Hiro,” you mewled, pressure building in your core, ashamed and embarrassed that you were getting turned on, that you were close to cumming just with the way he lapped at your tits.
One hand slithered down your abdomen, to the place that you haven’t been touched in for a long while, the place that had undeniably become damp with arousal. Under the fabric of your shorts, fingers pushed your underwear aside, proving your protests to be useless.
“Are you getting turned on by me milking your tits?” He teased, squeezing your breast harder, milk spurting into his open mouth. He licked his lips as he began to rub circles on your clit, fingertips gliding so easily. “You’re so fucking wet. Didn’t know you were such a slut, Y/N-san.”
“Don’t t-talk to me like that,” you turned your head away in shame, walls clenching around nothing at the delicious feeling of his fingers toying with your clit.
“You have such pretty tits, so heavy…so full of milk,”he groaned, now sucking on your left breast.
Two digits slipped inside your aching hole, a soft moan leaving you and bouncing off the walls of the living room. His fingers scissored and curled inside your gummy heat, leaving you a panting mess and even having you wrap your arms around his neck, pushing him further into your chest.
“I-I’m gonna cum, Hiro. If you don’t stop, I-I’ll cum,” you whined, hips bucking and grinding into his hand.
He only hummed, continuing to suck on your breast, pumping his fingers faster in and out of your dripping cunt. Feeling you clench around him, he quickly slipped his digits out, vigorously rubbing your swollen clit, a lewd cry erupting from you as you came all over his hand, soiling your underwear and shorts.
You fell back into the couch, limp and trying to catch your breath, mind in a haze as your thighs and hips trembled from your orgasm. Your fogged brain tried to string together what had happened, inner thighs slick with your cum and breasts tingling from pleasure. Floating in cloud nine, you didn’t notice Makki pull your shorts and underwear down and him removing his own clothes.
You were in your own world and Makki adored that hazy, fogged look in your eyes. Your lips were parted as you panted, brows furrowed as your body processed the shock of pleasure he had caused. Well, he wasn’t done with you yet.
Staring at the heaven between your thighs, he licked his lips, the taste of your milk and the sight of your throbbing pink cunt clenching around nothing, made him feral. If he had a little more self-control, his face would be buried in your pussy, fucking you with his tongue till your thighs squeeze around his head. The ache of his cock was painful, it needed attention. It needed to be in you.
“I’m sorry, I’m doing this Y/N. But I just can’t help myself,” he spoke, voice deep and laced with desire.
He settled himself between your thighs, kneeling before you as he rubbed his length against your folds till he was coated with your slick before letting the tip catch at your entrance, the sensation bringing you back to your senses. Your palm pressed against his chest, a look of shock and rejection on your face.
“D-don’t. We can’t—ah!”
In one swift motion, he buried himself to the hilt, groaning when he felt your walls constrict around him, tip nudging against your cervix, your back arching.
“Fuck!” He hissed, grabbing onto your breasts as he slowly pulled back, relishing the velvety hot grip of your walls around his cock, even stealing a glance to get a good look at your hole stretched around his girth.
Issei was not going to fucking believe him. He wished he had his phone with him right now, so that he could take a picture, hell even a video of you letting him fuck you.
The scrape of his cock along your walls was intoxicating. All shame left you, your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, the guilt of taking another cock other than your husband’s melting too quickly with each thrust.
“H-Hiro,” you whined, body jolting whenever his hips met yours, the pace fast, cock kissing your cervix over and over.
“Fuck, I dreamed about this for so long,” he groaned, folding forward, mouth latching onto your tit, hips unceasing of their desperate rut into you. The sweet taste of your milk on his tongue was like an aphrodisiac, he couldn’t stop his hips and he was filled with nothing but the thought of filling your cunt till you were dripping with his cum. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Hiro, s-stop! Too rough. Please, slow down,” your voice was high pitched and your words were cut off by pants in between.
“You’re gonna cum aren’t you?” His lips left your breast, white milk leaking from your puffy nipples. Makki’s eyes met yours, the glossy dilated look in them along with your parted lips where the sweetest squeaks and moans left them, made him go faster. Gripping your hips, he began to pull you down to meet each of his thrusts, groaning and moaning like a dog in heat and using your pretty pussy as his fleshlight. Your walls were clamping down on him tighter and tighter as he assaulted that spongy spot inside of you mercilessly, cries of pleasure and incoherent babbles being all you could manage.
The sound of your heart drumming in your ears and the moans leaving the pussy drunk man before you was all you could focus on, everything else other than him was blurred. You couldn’t believe you were enjoying this, it’s as if his cock was made for you, it was too good. The obscene squelching from your cunt sucking him in would attest to that. His toned chest was painted with splatters of your milk when he groped or squeezed your breasts too hard, and his chin had remnants of them too. Not even your husband has done what he has.
His name began to carelessly ring out throughout the house, your arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him to your chest, holding onto him. You could feel it. The sensation that you had been deprived of for months due to a busy husband, the core tightening, intoxicating feeling of reaching the edge.
Makki was close too but he wanted to make you cum  first, he needed to. Latching on to your left tit and giving it a harsh suck, forcing a flow of your milk to shoot on his tongue, made your walls clamp down around his cock, so tight he had to stop moving as your hips bucked and trembled erratically. Warm wetness sprayed and coated his cock and his lower abdomen, your body limps onto the couch, panting heavily, trying to catch your breath.
“You’re such a slut, Ms. Y/N,” he purred, licking his lips, fingers playing with your already over-sensitive nipples. “You squirted all over me from getting fucked and having your tits milked.”  He slowly continued to roll his hips again, your release making it easier to slide in and out. “Has your husband ever made you cum like that? When was the last he even touched you?”
“D-don’t talk about him please,” you whimpered, gummy walls getting scraped by his cock again. “Hiro, stop. I’m too sensitive.”
“I’m not done with you yet,” he smiled softly, ignoring your words as he continued the pace he had before, making it hard for you to conceal your cries and moans of pleasure. There was no way, you told yourself, there was no way you were enjoying this. You were happily married to Kisumi and have a son with him who you love and would do anything for, but Takahiro was different from him. The way he made you feel was different. Why did he feel so good?!
He pushed your thighs to your chest, reaching deeper and easily brushing your g-spot again, which had you shivering. As your body bounced from the piston impact of his hips made against yours, you couldn’t help but admire how handsome he looked. Soft pink hair matted on his forehead, dark brown eyes warm with lust, and freckled cheeks pink as he chased his release.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of your pussy,” he growled, words you’ve never heard from your not so vocal husband. “You’re so hot. Fuck, Fuck. Fuck.”
You didn’t know what possessed you to say what you did. Maybe a part of you deeply wanted it. But a wife who loved her husband dearly, the words that left you were traitorous.
“Cum inside me, Hiro,” you placed your palm against his cheek, his eyes shooting up from your cunt to meet your eyes. All hazy yet honey glazed. “Go ahead,” you smiled, sweetly, the look of pure desire in his eyes making you fully succumb.
Hips stuttering and the pressure in the base of his spine tightening, he leaned forward to capture your lips. The first time he had ever kissed you. His tongue sloppily tangled with your own, the taste of your breast milk lingering on them. He kissed you. He kissed you with such passion that filled your chest with warmth and your cunt tingle with something more than pleasure.
His guttural groan was muffled by your connected lips, his hips stilling. Hot, spurts of white, shoots into your womb, the sensation making you softly moan and deepen the kiss with Makki, legs locking around his hips to make sure he emptied himself completely inside of you.
Makki was floating on fucking  cloud 9. The sweet eureka-like release and the way your cunt was milking his for all his worth made him collapse on top of you, cheek planting onto the soft pillowy flesh of your breasts. He was breathing just as hard and heavy as you were, limbs tangled with one another, a sweaty mess of the soft plush couch. The loud downpour of the rain crashing on the roof and the yard provided a calming aura to both of you as you both came down from each other’s high. The rain being something that muffled the obscene noises you two had made, and if anyone looked into the yard or just the structure of your house, no one would know what had happened.
Arms falling limp beside you, Makki moved to pull out, not wanting to discomfort you with his weight. You sighed when his cock slipped out of your cunt, his eyes glued to the excess white that dribbled out.
You giggled sultrily, your own fingers moving to your pussy, feeling his hot release at your entrance. “You came so much, Hiro.”
Your words made him blush. The feral sex crazed man he was a couple of seconds ago, gone.
“I better clean you up, Y/N.” He stuttered, realizing what he had done, all the reason and logic he didn’t listen to now crashing down on him like a boulder.
Makki moved to go to the laundry room for a towel but you gently grabbed his wrist, not letting him go.
“Did you really dream about me like this, Takahiro?” You asked him, body glowing from post-sex bliss.  Just like that he felt himself become the stuttering and blushing eighteen year old boy he was when he had first met you.
“I—,” he hesitated. But he had nothing to hide. Not after this. “Yeah…”
“I didn’t know you had a little crush on me,” you teased, pulling him back to sit down on the couch. “Did thoughts of me make you hard?” You moved closer to him, your other hand wrapping around his semi-hard cock.
He winced at the sudden contact, moaning when your silky palm glided up and down his cum slick shaft. Makki was shocked, your sudden change of demeanor making him freeze up. And yet, his blood was pumping with excitement in disbelief that his fantasies were becoming true one after the other.
He nodded at your question, a cute little pout forming on your glowing face, heart racing when you crawled onto his lap.
“And you had to deal with it all by yourself?” You cooed with sympathy, kissing his cheek and rubbing your cunt along his cock. Makki quickly nodded again. “Awe, poor, Hiro.” You sweetly embraced him. “It must’ve been painful.” His cock was rock hard again, ready to bury itself in your cunt. The hardness pressing against your inner thigh gave you a boost of confidence. The desirable feeling he made you feel with just his lingering gazes now something you were addicted to.
“Do you want me to make it all better?” You kissed his cheek, his hands gripping your hips and guiding you along his cock, the stimulation of him gliding between your slit and on your clit making you softly moan in his ear.
“Want you,” he choked out, lifting your hips up a little so his tip caught at your entrance. “I always wanted you.” He confessed, groaning when you slowly lowered yourself on his cock.
“Oh, sweet, sweet, Hiro,” you purred, resting your arms on his shoulders and looking at him, his cute desperate expression making your core clench. “You’re such a good boy aren’t you? Always so good to me and to think you have wanted me all these years. Such patience.”
You let out a lewd moan, cock buried to the hilt again, Makki was itching to fuck up into you and make you cry his name out over and over again, till you tell him that he fucks  you better than your husband ever had. But you were so entrancing, he was strung along with every single word you said, wondering if he had broken you. Wondering how the woman he was faced with now was the same clumsy, elegant, demure housewife everyone believed you to be.
“Don’t you think good boys should be rewarded?” You rolled your hips, his grip tightening on them, the slow tantalizing movement making him lose all those years of patience.
Switching your positions, he had you kneeling on the couch, your hands gripping the backrest and ass, revealing your soaking cunt that was painted with his cum. His hand struck your rear, a gasp leaving you at the sweet pain that bloomed. Without warning he roughly sheathed himself into you, his upper body pressed against your back, his lips pressed against your ear.
“Then I’m going to claim four years’ worth of rewards.”
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satoribaby · 3 years
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tendō satori, would definitely grab onto your throat when kissing you. it doesn’t matter if it’s quick and simple or long and passionate, his hand always finds its way around your throat. his favorite place to do it is when you both are in public and everyone just stares and he can feel your cheeks warming up in embarrassment but he refuses to stop because he just loves his puppy so much <33
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kkitsune-roses · 3 years
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[ intro ] literally an 18+ blog dedicated to my fave smut fics. minors pls don’t interact. pls note that i may reblog dark fics on occasion and they will be tagged appropriately
[ common tag’s # ]
#hq.smut -- haikyuu!! smut
#bsd.smut -- bungou stray dogs smut 
#aot.smut -- attack on titan smut 
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#yandere.content - writing with yandere characters
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#tsune.thirsts -- thirsts, horny thoughts, you know
#smut.hc’s -- smut-related headcanons 
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mulberrysilk · 3 years
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Shiratorizawa (Ushjima, Tendou, Goshiki,Yamagata, Semi) x fem!reader
summary : Goshiki pined over no one else other than the teams manager, you, his sweet darling senpai. So loved and respected by the team, that you were so close to the third year line up. He didn’t question it, everyone loved you. But there had been rumours. Rumours that slowly died out after Ushijima, and his fellow third year’s graduated. He just didn’t expect that in his final year at Shiratorizawa , during a training camp with the alumni he would discover that those rumours to be true.
warnings : senpai/kouhai relationship, gangbang, cream pie, slight coercion, manipulation, size kink, anal, Goshiki’s v-card is gone now,
words: 5.5 k
a/n: this turned out to be actually FILTH. hjsfkafsjddla this is just self indulgent cause um Shiratorizawa men make my brain go brr brr  my hell pass has been revoked. Devil revoked it :<
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ღ   tip me on  ᴋᴏ-ꜰɪ    ღ
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“Tsutomu-kun,”
He never knew his name would sound so beautiful in his life. It was definitely because it was you saying it. You gave him a smile and handed him a water bottle and a towel, your fingers brushing against his own making his already red face even redder.
He bowed in thanks, his gaze on the tip of your white trainers and your ankles covered by the dark magenta track pants. The image of you sporting their school uniform during class hours crossed his mind, remembering how your skirt would flit against the wind or when you walked, your legs exposed for all to see.
Sometimes he wanted to take off his blazer and wrap it around your waist to keep wandering eyes off of you.
Goshiki wouldn’t let anything happen to his senpai.
Besides, why would anyone want to do something horrible to someone as nice and pretty as you? In fact, everyone he’s ever come across in Shiratorizawa adores and looks up to you, and those praises would fill his chest with pride, even more so when other freshmen would ask him about you.
But among the upper-classmen, there were rumours. Rumours that had started when you and the third year line up had turned 18. Whispers that were kept from the first years, murmured now and then by the second years but discussed almost too freely by the third years. Goshiki didn’t miss the way some of the third-year girls would smile your way when you passed only for that same deceiving smile to drop into a snarl when you weren’t looking, muttering words Goshiki refused to believe was true.
What’s worse were the male third years. 
They’d corner you in the hall or in between the shadows of the buildings on campus, surrounding you till you had nowhere to go and hounding you with remarks that had your eyes welling up with tears and a timid bashfull look to appear on your face. Hands would be on your lower back only to travel and wander to grope your ass and breasts, your small dainty hands trying to push them away, and your quivering voice begging them to stop.
He’d hear them say the same rumours that went around but these boys added their own comments to add more bite to it, to scare you into submission.
“C’mon, don’t be such a tease.”
“Bet your legs open so willingly when they tell you too huh?”
“Are you really their manager? Or are you just their little whore?”
“Do they take you all at once or do they take turns?”
“Don’t be shy, Y/N. Don’t you think it’s not fair that only they get to have a pretty little cum bucket like you?”
“Do you let them fuck you before their games?”
Every time this happened, Goshiki was ready to pounce and save you. This slander was clearly hurting you as you tried to pry their greedy hands away. What they said couldn’t be true. It can’t be. It was absurd. The volleyball club members loved you, they would never do such a thing. He was ready to save the damsel in distress and be seen a hero to your eyes and maybe win your favour too...but he never gets the chance. Because Ushijima always beat him to it.
He even felt his heart get stepped on every time Ushijima-san glared at the other boys who disrespected you as he pulled you to his side where you’re almost clinging to him so helplessly like he was your lifeline. Was Ushijima-san really going to beat him at everything? He looked up to him and sought after his approval during practices, all this so that he too could become an even better ace. But did Ushijima really have you all to himself?
Yamagata, Tendou and Semi would be around you often during school hours, even Rheon. Goshiki didn’t think much of it since it made sense you all were close since you were in the same year as them but as days passed and weeks went by, he slowly began to notice some things that didn’t feel right. The way you’d be flustered and breathing heavily before practice, with Ushijima arriving after you, changed into his practice wear and an impassive expression on his face, but his eyes always glanced at you.
Semi would flirt so openly with you during practices and breaks, Yamagata would always touch you when he had the chance but it was so discreet that no one would bat an eye, but what was far more disturbing was the way Tendou-san would look at your from across the court or hall, how his hooded eyes would narrow with mischief when you were around as if he could see right through you, as if he knew something so incriminating about you. Plus, he was the most handsy of them all. His arms would wrap around you whenever he had the chance to, his fingers would caress your neck and brush against your thighs.
But all this was because you guys were close right?
Goshiki treated you as if you were an angel made of porcelain, a goddess would be a better word. He would do anything to make you happy and keep you safe, he even would ask you to tutor him just so he could spend time with you which the older third years were a bit teasing about. He didn’t listen to the rumours. The team would never do that to you and those mean assholes probably only said what they did because you were so nice they knew they could they advantage of you for it.
Fast forward to now, his seniors have graduated and he was on his final year. The alumni were invited to the training camp and he didn’t expect to have seen you here too. Hair longer than before, a couple of centimetres taller and radiating that college girl sophistication. Still, so pretty, he noted, feelings from the past resurfacing and making his heart race in his chest.
‘I’m the ace now, senpai. Told you I could do it! Are you proud of me?’ He thought to himself and beamed up at you as his former seniors greeted the team.
But on the fourth night of that one-week training camp, when he had finished up practising his serves in the gym and was about to go to change in the club room and call it a night, he heard voices. The door to the clubroom was slightly ajar, lights were off and it was eerily silent but that silence was broken in a matter of seconds because he heard a familiar grunt that he knew all too well, a sound that was usually accompanied by the most powerful spikes.
“Toshi, mhmf—ah..wait...” you whined out breathily, your voice easily recognised by Goshiki. “Too big...wait.”
Goshiki gulped at the sultry softness of your voice. Were you being hurt? He held his breath as he looked through the small gap of the door, a familiar tall frame huddled around whatever was happening on the laid out futon in the middle of the room.
“Awe, she’s so cute,” a voice cooed. Semi-senpai? “God, her expression takes me back.”
The silver-haired was shirtless and wearing the matching gym shorts that went with their jacket, and on his lap was you with your back curved against him, knees pulled to your chest by Semi while the hulking broad frame of Ushijima hovered above you, his pelvis connected with yours.
“After all this time, she still struggles to take Wakatoshi-kun,” Tendou chuckled , the red haired watching eagerly at how your tight little cunt struggled to stretch and take Ushijima’s cock. “But she loves his cock the best. Don’t you Y/N-chan?”
“Can feel you so d-deep,” you cried out when Ushijima bottoms out, legs trembling to close but Semi kept them up, giving not only him but the olive haired captain a view of your tight, drooling, pink cunny stretched around his fat cock. You wriggled back into Semi as Ushijima began to thrust in and out of you, his movements deep and powerful.
“It feels so good doesn’t it, baby?” Semi kissed your forehead, his cock rubbing against your rear and his fingers caressing your stomach before rubbing slow tight circles on your swollen clit, helping you get even wetter for Wakatoshi, the squelching of your walls hugging his cock with a vice grip filling the club room.
“We missed you so much,” he cooed, your mouth falling open when Ushijima easily found your sweet spot. The sweet spot that once found would have you so pliant. It was like a switch where your mind just goes off, no logical coherent thoughts, the spot that would have you begging for more, getting your fill of all their cocks because you never wanted one of them to feel left out, and if they were lucky, you’ll beg them to cum inside of you too.
Tendou stepped forward, kneeling beside your jolting body, tits bouncing with every thrust. He tucked your hair behind your ear.
“Y/N, why don’t you take Semi too, Hm?”
“Ah! C-cant, too f-full,” you yelped, Ushijima’s cock stretching your soft walls and abusing your cervix, that particular spongy spot inside sending a gushing wave of tingling, mind fogging pleasure.
The redhead leaned close and kissed your cheek, the saltiness of your tears exciting him, his finger teasing your puckered hole. “Are you sure?” He softly and teasingly hummed, knowing by the heavy-lidded look in your eyes and the way your tongue was lolling out meant that they’ve flipped the switch. Their sweet, not so innocent, manager has been reduced again to nothing but a cocksleeve who wanted to please them.
Wakatoshi halted briefly, a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead as he hoisted you into his arms so easily with your calves resting over his shoulders, cock still buried inside of you while Semi took his place behind, his chest pressed against your back.
“Go ahead, Semisemi,” Tendou chirped, making the former setter mutter about not calling him SemiSemi as he lined his cock at your other entrance, the juices spilling from your cunt lubing you enough to make it easier for you.
Goshiki couldn’t believe what he was witnessing. There was his beautiful, sweet and loving senpai, being used. Your sweet moans of pleasure bounced off the walls as Ushijima and Semi rutted into you, their own groans and grunts melding with your sounds.
His hands balled into fists, nails digging into his palm.
The rumours that were whispered back in the day, were true.
He didn’t want to believe them but he’s seeing it happen with his own eyes. There was no way of sugar coating or even trying to find a reason to explain what this was. So many questions wracked his brain but all the blood that drained from his face at the revelation rushed to his groin.
No! He told himself. This was wrong. He kept trying to deny and deny those feelings but every moan that slipped from your lips and how you were whining blissfully at how you wanted them to feel good, made his cock harden.
And it didn’t help that in his eyes, you looked so beautiful, even like this. Your body with a sheen of sweat appeared to glitter in the dim lighting, your soft supple breasts bouncing at the fast tempo rhythmic motions and your pretty eyes were helplessly looking up at Ushijima. The love and adoration you had for the team still present in them.
“Gonna cum,” Ushijima grunted, the snap of his hips never faltering in pace.
“Heard that Y/N? Wakatoshi-kun is going to fill you with his cum,” Tendou murmured, hand slipping between you and Ushijima to rub your clit. “I bet you missed that. Missed us making you feel good like this.”
“Toshi,ah! Toshi!” You whimpered, arms dangling around his neck as Semi filled you up. Whenever Wakatoshi pulled back, Semi thrust in, and it was like clockwork, you couldn’t think straight at all. No coherent thought was able to form in your head as you babbled on and on. “Want Toshi and Semi to feel—ah! G-good!”
“We do feel good, baby. You’re so nice and tight for us,” Semi rasped against your ear. “You’re gonna cum nice and pretty for us aren’t you? Never fucked anyone else while you were away at college right?”
You shook your head. “Didn’t want anyone else other than ah—all of you,” clutching onto Ushijima’s shoulders. Goshiki wanted you to look at him that way too...with such want, such need.
“She’s still our little pet,” Tendou hummed in approval, shoving two fingers in your mouth that you eagerly sucked and swirled around with your tongue, the way you knew Tendou liked.
“Goshiki,” a deep voice rumbled from the back.
Startled he turned around, ears flaming red and heart pounding against his chest, he was met with the team’s alumni libero. He took a glance over Goshiki’s head and chuckled.
“Looks like they started without me,”
‘Even Yamagata-san...’, Goshiki’s mind repeated over and over, nagging him.
“Oh, look, Y/N, Yamagata is here!” Tendou announced with a wide grin on his pale face, his fingers popping out of your mouth. His smile dropped so quickly at the other uninvited figure... his innocent little kouhai. “What’s this? Tsutomu-kun...what a surprise.”
“Seems like he’s been watching for a while,” Yamagata guided the boy in by the shoulders and closed the door behind him, Goshiki felt like he walked into a trap.
“Fuck!” Semi groaned, unloading himself inside of you, his hot cum painting your plush walls and still thrusting slowly, pushing it inside of you.
“Mine,” Ushijima growled against your ear, rutting into you like a beast in heat until nothing but broken moans and gasps sounded from you. Panting, you tried looking at him, the man who you deeply admired since you first met and had fallen deeply in love with, you kept your gaze locked on him, wanting to see how his face would relax in bliss when he reached his release.
Ushijima noticed your look and even he could see how your swollen pink lips screamed at him to kiss you, and he did exactly that. A couple more sharp thrusts and you clamped around him and Semi, your orgasm ripping through every fibre of your being, and Ushijima crashed his lips unto yours, muffling your lewd noises as he spilled inside of you. Thick hot ropes of his cum filling you up. You whimpered when you still felt him cumming. There was so much. So much that you were already so full that the excess was seeping out of your fluttering cunt. But you didn’t mind. No, you didn’t mind at all because it’s your darling Wakatoshi.
Semi pulled out of you first, catching his breath while Ushijima held you in his strong arms, not letting go and parting from you till your back was pressed softly against the futon again. The now Schweiden Adler player, realising how much he actually missed you since you all parted after graduation.
“Ah, looks like they’re done,” Tendou tore his piercing gaze from Goshiki to gaze at your glowing form instead, your eyes were shut, completely blissed out.
Pulling out, Ushijima watched as his cum dribbled down your throbbing hole, beautifully painted white that he couldn’t help but shove some of his seed back in with his two thick fingers, making you squirm. Tendou licked his lips at the sight.
“How beautiful,” he sighed before remembering Goshiki was here. “Oh right! Guys looks like we’ve been found out!” His tone was far from worried nor guilty.
“What?” Semi’s eyes widened, glancing towards the door only to see the red in the face blushing captain of the Shiratorizawa team. Yamagata on the other hand walked towards you and gave Goshiki a sly smirk before kneeling down beside you, caressing your body before placing your head on his lap and gently waking you from your fucked out state with a gentle nudge of his cock against your lips.
“We really tried to keep it secret, Tsutomu-kun,” Tendou got up, his height towering Goshiki’s.
“S-senpai,” he stuttered not knowing what to say, his eyes shifting from Tendou and to you...your head bobbing up and down Yamagata’s length, your pretty hand wrapped around the base to stroke the parts you couldn’t take fully in your little mouth.
Tendou followed the youngsters gaze before looking him up and down, red eyes darkening with twisted glee when he saw the tent in his shorts.
“C’mon Tsutomu-kun!” He placed his hands on his shoulders, guiding him closer to where you were sucking Yamagata off, Goshiki’s steps light and hesitant as if the floor beneath him would give way. “You’re now apart of this secret of ours.”
“He is?” Semi raised a brow.
“Tsutomu-kun has had a crush on our manager-chan for the looongest time,” Tendou sang, the tune void of mirth.
“Well it’s clearly more than a crush,” Yamagata huffed, eyeing Goshiki’s erection and pushing your head further down till the tip of his cock touched the back of your throat, making you gag and cry around him.
Semi grinned, getting hard again at the sight of you still being the little cumslut they had trained back then. “I bet he wants in.”
“Fuck!” Yamagata swore, his release spilling down your throat, his callous hands keeping you from moving away til he was done. “Good girl,” he praised, petting your head as you obediently swallowed his cum and even opened your mouth to show that you didn’t let a single drop go to waste.
Goshiki was glued to his spot. Everything was going too fast. His conscience kept telling him to say no, walk away and never speak of this again. But the ache of his cock, numbed those thoughts, more so when you shifted onto your back, your body that was far more beautiful than his imaginations, on full display.
“I bet you touched yourself thinking of our cute little Y/N, haven’t you Tsutomu-kun?” Tendou grinned, pushing down at Goshiki’s shoulders, whose knees buckled and collided with the futon too easily. “Thought about how her soft lips would wrap around your cock.”
Tendou knew that being this close to you would drive him mad, and the adrenaline was pumping in his veins as he enjoyed the sudden turn of events.
He was like the devil over Goshiki’s left shoulder.
“Go on, touch her. Don’t be shy,” he whispered the temptation in his ear.
“Tsutomu-kun?”
No. No. Don’t say my name like that. Please no. I won’t be able to control myself, senpai. Goshiki looked at anywhere but you, Tendou noticed this and held Goshiki’s head in place to fix his gaze on your form.
“Tsutomu...” you sighed, eyelashes gently batting up at him. “I’m sorry you have to see me like this...”
Why were you apologising? He didn’t understand.
“Do you want me too?” You asked, your tone almost so innocent, knocking Goshiki out of his daze that had been ogling your naked body. His eyes met yours that has noticed the bulge in his shorts, he tried to cover himself with his hands. “It’s okay if you want to, Tsutomu-kun...” you slurred, it was as if you were drunk. “Unless...” your voice softened, eyes watering a little. “...you’re disgusted to find out the rumours that were said about me were true...”
“No!” He protested, cheeks growing hotter as his lips trembled. “S-senpai would...I would never see you like that.”
“Y/N-chan, look at Goshiki...he’s gotten so hard at the sight of you. Even looks painful,” Tendou caressed your thighs, he’s already had his turn before Semi and Wakatoshi. He wanted to be a good senpai and give his kouhai a taste of what has been reserved and exclusive to them. “Why don’t you relieve him, hm?”
Tendou kissed your knuckles lovingly, before placing your hand on Goshiki’s hard-on, the noirette wincing at the mere touch. If this kept going, Goshiki was going to snap. Was it so bad he wanted to bury himself into his senpai too? Was it bad that he wanted to kiss you, touch you and make you moan so sweetly just like they did?
When your nimble fingers wrapped around his throbbing length, his hips bucked into your hand so eagerly, body betraying him. They were so soft. So soft and warm. You tugged his shorts lower before leaning closer seeing the glisten of pre-cum of his swollen pink tip. Your hands slowly gliding up and down his shaft.
It felt good. He was literally in the palm of your hands. But when you gave him a little kitten lick, he let out a choked moan. Yamagata has positioned himself behind you, holding you by hips and teasing your cum dripping entrance with his cock, making you moan around Goshiki’s length.
“Don’t hold back too much Tsutomu-kun, once in a while you need to wind down. Y/N-chan has made that so much easier for us back in the day...” Tendou tempted once more. “Makes me play better on the court too.”
You cried out softly when Yamagata took his turn at your pussy, cock pounding into your throbbing walls that squeezed around him for more.
“Fuck, I missed this pretty little cunt,” he hissed, massaging the flesh of your ass.
Goshiki watched the way your face melted into that blissful lewd expression, looking up at him through wet lashes, lips around his cock and deep in your throat, Tendou’s fingers tangled with your hair, guiding you up and down Goshiki’s sensitive cock.
Soft moans were escaping him, the swirl of your tongue and the tightening of your throat bringing him embarrassingly close to climax already. He couldn’t believe that you had your lips around something so lewd like his cock, the same lips where praises and words of encouragement came from.
He couldn’t take it anymore.
“S-senpai!” He croaked out, pulling out abruptly from your mouth with a pop, drool dripping down your chin and Tendou side glared at the blunt fringed boy. Was he not grateful to him for giving him this chance to fuck you? But a sadistic smirk formed on the red head’s face knowing that contorted blushing and panting expression anywhere.
Your eyes shut as warm hot ropes of cum splattered against your cheeks, your body still jolting from Yamagata’s thrusts that were becoming quicker signalling his second climax.
“He came,” Tendou sighed, loving the way you looked so beautiful defiled with all that cum on your face.
Yamagata released all over your back, your knees trembling and giving way, body falling into the mattress and panting hard.
“Fuck, she needs to rest,” Semi stepped forward, concern written all over his face a cigarette dangling in between his lips.
“S-senpai, I’m so sorry,” Goshiki apologised, embarrassed and ashamed for making such a mess on your beautiful face as if he didn’t imagine it countless of times.
“Tsutomu-kun,” you called out softly, flipping into your back and with whatever energy you had left, parted your legs for him, making him even redder.
“Awe, would you look at that?” Tendou smiled softly down at you, wiping the mess on your face with a towel. “My little paradise still has some fight left in her. She wants you, Tsutomu.”
“N-no...I can’t,” he stuttered. “I shouldn’t.”
Ushijima made his move, his actions making a heavy aura wash over the room, like a lion approaching his prey. He knelt down on the mattress and placed you easily on his lap, your back melting into him and head resting in the crook of his neck.
“Toshi?” You raised your head to look at him only for him to catch your lips in his in a kiss so gentle it was almost uncharacteristic of someone as strong as him.
Warmth bloomed in your chest at Ushijima’s rare act of affection, the man you’ve loved and supported on the sidelines kissing you as if he loved you as much as he loved you.
His large hands hooked under the back of your knees and folded them to your chest, bodies sticky and warm with sweat.
Goshiki felt jealous...he wanted to kiss you like that too. He wanted you to melt into him like you do with Ushijima.
“Don’t be shy, Tsutomu-kun. Don’t leave her waiting, it’s rude,” Tendou commented, eyes on you and Wakatoshi. “If you don’t take your turn now, Wakatoshi-kun is going to have it. This won’t happen again you know.”
Tendou’s words came out almost empathetically, luring him into a false sense of belief that he fell for. Goshiki might not see you again after this, that much was true. As much as he wanted to deny the offer, his still hard cock was erect and aching once more.
“Toshi...” You moaned, his fingers massaging your clit nice and slow, hips bucking with need.
“Shit, I wanna go again,” Semi groaned.
Legs moving on their own, Goshiki found himself closer to you, closer to where you were just open and ready to be used again.
The underside of his cock rested against your pussy that he could feel it throbbing like a heartbeat. 
He took a breath. Was he really going to do this? Lose his virginity to his senpai?
“Tsutomu-kun...”
He raised his gaze, his conflicted expression so evident.
“It’s okay,” you reassured him, neck being kissed and marked by Ushijima. “I won’t get mad, I promise.”
And just like that, the tip of his cock popped inside you, making you sigh blissfully as if you wanted his cock for so long. You felt so warm too and inch by inch he was being enveloped by your plush velvety walls.
He’s never felt anything like this in his life. Never imagined that his first time would be with his senpai.
“Tsutomu,” you moaned, feeling him all the way inside of you, filling you up nicely. “Are you o-okay?” You managed to ask.
And you asking would’ve made him stutter as usual, but he processed it differently.
“I’m not a boy anymore, senpai,” he spoke, hands caressing your inner thighs. “Can you stop treating me like I’m nothing but your little kouhai?” He snapped, slipping out and thrusting deep inside you, making your eyes roll back.
“Ah! Tsutomu!”
He set his pace and focused, focused on making you feel good. Show you that he was man. His thrusts were shallow and deep, reaching and stimulating that part inside you that made you feel as if you were melting.
“S-senpai—agh—feels so good,” he sputtered out, looking at how your cunt was split apart by his cock. He was inside of you. He was connected with you.
Tendou chuckled from the side, perched on a chair watching with wide eyes.
“How does she feel?”
“L-like—ah,” his voice faltered, too focused on gliding in and out of your walls, the friction, a sensation he found addictive. “Like she’s sucking me in.”
“True that,” Yamagata snorted from the corner, enjoying the little show.
Your head was spinning at this point. Years of not seeing your boys, making your body overwhelmed from the sudden touches and sensations that you missed so much. Funny how in your college everyone thought of you to be such a goody two-shoes, turning down every guy who asked you out and not even going to parties. You didn’t want anyone else to touch you or even be with you, you reserved yourself for them. You often wondered if it was really your choice or if they had conditioned you to think that way. But what didn’t change was the love you had for them and especially Ushijima, who now was kissing you and caressing your skin as Goshiki fucked you.
He gasped and moaned with such a cute expression, your heart was swarmed with the feeling of wanting to embrace him close. Sweet little Goshiki. Opening your arms Goshiki was quick to lean forward into your embrace, his torso pushing against your hoisted legs, cock reaching deeper and forcing another orgasm to snap within you.
“You made her cum, Tsutomu. Good job,” Tendou heartily cheered from the side, Semi rolling his eyes at how much he teased the younger man.
Goshiki blushed, your lewd fucked out expression something he burned into his mind to remember and felt your essence slick him wet and drip down your thighs. Your walls clamping around him tightly, making his movements stutter.
“G-gonna cum,” he panted, still rutting in and out of you, your arms wrapped around his neck and gazing up at him so sweetly.
“Go ahead, Tsutomu-kun.” You caressed his cheek, his heart pounding against his chest.
You looked so sweet beneath him that he completely forgot that Ushijima was right behind you, holding you almost possessively as if to tell him that you were his. But Goshiki couldn’t think straight, not when your cunt was still throbbing and tightening around him. Everything was foggy, all he saw was you.
“Y/N-san,” he whined, your heavy-lidded eyes blinking at him and he leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours, sloppily kissing you. “Mhmf...Y/N-san,” he moaned. Your lips were so sweet despite having remnants of saltiness from Yamagata’s cum, they were so soft and perfect like everything else about you.
A strangled sound escaped Goshiki, a mix of a moan and a gasp, as his hips slammed against yours one last time and stilled.
The room well silent and only yours and Goshiki’s heavy panting was heard as he came inside of you, cum shooting into your womb making your body tremble.
Goshiki before he could crush you in his weight, pulled out before lying on his back, panting and gaze blurry, adjusting to see the lamp that seemed to swing on the ceiling.
Tendou wore a satisfied victorious grin and laughed softly to himself because he just witnessed what he thought could only ever be seen or happen in hentai or manga.
“Tendou, hand me a towel,” Wakatoshi’s low voice seemed to boom as it broke the silence.
“Yes, sir!” He saluted before doing as he said.
“I’ll go get her some water. Yamagata get her some clothes,” Semi added, this routine of aftercare still like second nature to them even after all this while.
Goshiki eventually collected himself, still in a haze, in a dreamlike state. But when his eyes adjusted to his surroundings, he saw you. It wasn’t a dream.
You were now wearing an oversized t-shirt and on Ushijima’s lap, cradled in his arms while the rest sat around you. Softly talking and catching up with each other as they took care of you. And you were finally a little level headed.
“Tendou, why is there a hint of vodka in this chocolate?” Yamagata asked, face scrunching up.
“It’s my new concoction. Vodkalate,” he announced proudly and you softly giggled.
“Don’t worry Y/N-Chan, I have a special box just for you! Your favourites!”
Goshiki wondered how after all that, everything seemed to be back to normal. Has it always been like these for you five?
“Tsutomu-kun, what are you doing there sitting all alone? Come closer. Tendou brought chocolates,” you kindly invited him, your hair a beautiful matted mess.
“I made those for you—“ Tendou sighed. “Fine. Since he lost his v-card I guess he can have some.”
Even when he sat with all of you half clothed, he still felt as if he was watching everything from the view of a window. He was there but he wasn’t truly with all of you. There was a bond that he could never come between in.
“Next time we do this,” Ushijima spoke as he fed you a piece of heart-shaped chocolate, warmth creeping up at your cheeks. “No one else can cum inside of her.”
“And why not?” Semi scoffed.
“That is my business,” Ushijima answers vaguely, all of them giving him a pointed look before signing.
“Fine.”
“Y/N-san,” Goshiki finally spoke your name, too scared to have done so after having such an experience with you, an experience he will never forget and cherish.
“What is it, Tsutomu?”
He rubbed the nape of his neck still feeling the division of senior and junior between him and the rest.
“A-are...” Are you in love Ushijima-san? “Are you feeling okay?”
He couldn’t ask that. He’s found out enough today.
You giggled and gave him a warm smile, while you reached for Yamagata’s hand who was on your side and the other gently cupping Ushijima’s face.
“I’m more than fine. I missed my boys so much.”
“We missed you more!” Tendou attacked you with a bone-crushing hug, almost pulling you away from Ushijima.
“T-that’s good,” Goshiki sputtered, blushing.
“Geez, if that’s your pillow talk game...”Semi began to comment but you nudged him with your foot. “Ah, okay! I’ll shut up.”
“Tsutomu-kun, before you go...can I ask you of something?”
Like the lovesick puppy he’s been for years, he eagerly nodded. Y/N-san needed him to do something? Just say the word.
“Don’t tell anyone the truth. It’ll be our secret okay?”
Your smile was sweet as ever but there was something hiding behind your eyes that Goshiki will never see, a look that only Yamagata, Tendou, Semi and Ushijima knew. The one that you subtly gave that always has anyone doing anything for you.
“Our little secret.” You winked.
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Iwaizumi Hajime x f!reader (ft. Mattsun. Makki, Oikawa)
part 1 here
summary: Iwaizumi’s sweet, innocent, vanilla girlfriend, is eased to the four men’s fantasy. The three best friend’s were finally going to have a taste of Hajime’s precious girlfriend.
words: 7.6k+
cw: smut, gang bang, corruption kink, dubcon/noncon, degradation, size kink, unprotected sex, innocent reader, tummy bulge cause of Issei’s BD , voyeurism, mean dom Oikawa, hints of jealousy
a/n: took me so long to finish this oh my goshhhhhhh. I was scared it would not be up to people’s expectations cause I feel like I set the bar high with the first part BUT anyways I did finish it. And I’m sorry for the longggggg wait!!! So here it is!!! So yee, if you like it reblog, like or even send an ask :> thank you for waiting and sticking around even when i disappear out of the blue. ( might change header pic for this post laterz hmmm let’s see)
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Iwaizumi nudged the door open with his foot and walked in with the tray, admiring your sprawled out body on his bed. You had shifted to sleep on your stomach, one leg over the other and extended long like a cat asleep beneath the warm morning sun.
He’d love to keep you like this, your face relaxed with no signs of any discontent or pain, and hair cascading over your shoulders, it was like one of those paintings he once saw in an art gallery that Oikawa dragged him along with. But he had to wake you up to give you some food to replenish from last night’s endeavors and to talk to you about a certain proposition.
Gently laying the tray on the empty spot beside you, he traced along the bare skin of your shoulders before pressing a kiss on them and with utmost care, caressed and nudged you to wake you from your peaceful slumber.
“Babe, it’s morning and I made you a little something,” he whispered in your ear, placing lazy kisses from the crook of your neck and up to your cheeks as you finally stirred.
The warm fluttering against your skin woke you from your dreamless sleep and when your eyes fluttered opened only to squint at the sunshine lighting the room, your body so slowly started to wake up one limb at a time.
“There she is,” Iwaizumi chuckled, sitting on the edge of the bed as you slowly gathered yourself, eyes shifting around you and limbs stretching so delightfully, the tension being released making you moan a little.
“Morning...” you mumbled, burying your face into the pillow once more, still drowsy.
“Y/N, you have to eat,” he gently shook you again and you whined a little. He smiled to himself. That was cute.
“Guess, I’ll have to eat these pancakes myself,”
Pancakes? You turned your head and took a peek at him with one eye, your line of sight immediately going to the tray that he was holding, golden fluffs of pancake with butter slowly melting on the top and drizzled so decadently with maple syrup.
“You don’t have to eat them yourself,” you shot up, clutching the blankets to your chest to keep your naked body warm. You wiggled closer and reached for the cutlery to indulge yourself in the breakfast treat that Iwaizumi knew you loved so much.
“You okay?” He asked, minutes after you had begun eating. Your cheeks were adorably full of pancakes,  your hair was matte and messy but nonetheless, you were effortlessly glowing in his eyes.
“Mhm..fine...” you mumbled too busy with the delicious pancakes, squealing a little with joy at how fluffy and sweet they were.
Iwaizumi was ready to bring up the topic, not sure on how to tread on it without frightening you or weirding you out. But when you smiled up at him so sweetly after another satisfying bite of the pancakes he made, he hesitated.
You were still fragile for that type of thing...
shit. Iwaizumi swore to himself, feeling a pang of guilt for trying to put you through such an ordeal...if you had thought he was rough last night then he and his friends combined would obliterate you. But he was lying if the prospect of seeing your innocence crumble before him with mind-bending sinful pleasure didn’t turn him on.
“Hajime, you okay?” You placed your hand on his shoulder, breaking him from his intense trance completely clueless to the dark sexual fantasies that crossed his mind when he looked at you.
“I-I’m fine, babe,” he softly smiled, cupping your face and making you crawl closer to get more comfortable.“I hope I wasn’t too rough last night.” He caressed your cheekbone with the pad of his thumb while his other hand guided you to his lap, the tray of half-eaten pancakes abandoned on the left side of the bed.
“I didn’t hurt you did I?” 
You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your body against his, the blanket slipping from your form being the only thing separating your skin from his.
“No...” you murmured, burying your face into the crook of his neck as you recalled last night vividly.
Last night was intense, it was a side of Hajime you’ve never seen before. Even just remembering that aura of dominance around him triggered your body to respond and react to the thought of how he had gripped your waist and how fast, deep, and strong every snap of his hips was.
“If anything gets too much in the bedroom, you have to tell me okay?” He whispered in your ear, the concern contrasting so greatly to his possessive predatory one last night.
“I will,” you kissed his neck, the warmth of your lips making him shiver and wrap his one arm around you tighter. “Last night...I kind of...”
You felt embarrassed to say what you wanted and Iwaizumi could tell. He could feel how hot your face was on his shoulder.
“I liked it.”
Not knowing how your words played in him and his friends’ scheme, it gave him the green light, that dark twisted feeling deep within him waking once more.
Maybe he was wrong, Iwa thought, pressing a deep kiss onto your forehead.
Maybe you could take it.
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The door to the bedroom closed, the click of the lock falling into place echoed throughout the silent living/dining room, catching the attention of the three other men.
Iwaizumi walked down the hall tray in hand, food eaten, and placed it on the kitchen island before looking at his friends.
They were on the edge of their seats.
“So?” Makki broke the silence, comfortably reclined against the chair. “What’d she say?”
Iwaizumi scratched the back of his head then leaned against the counter, hands firm against the marble.
“I didn’t bring it up,” Iwaizumi finally responded, fighting the blush that grew hot in his cheeks.
“What do you mean, Iwa-Chan? Didn’t take you to be a scaredy-cat.”
Just like that Iwa’s glare darkened.
“He’s scared it might freak her out,” Mattsun spoke up as if he knew you all too well. “Also, he’s a bit protective, aren’t you Iwaizumi?”
“It’s not like we’re going break her,” Makki chuckled, taking a sip of his half-empty glass of juice.
“We just need to guide her...the idea is foreign and also let’s be real, it’s very unconventional for a girl to have 4 lovers at the same time.” Iwaizumi thought out loud, heart melting a little at how precious his girlfriend was. You’d do anything for him wouldn’t you?
“Ooo, lovers,” Makki cooed, legs bouncing up and down excitedly. “Sounds official.”
“You sure she’s comfortable with this?” Mattsun wanted to reaffirm, surprising not only Iwaizumi but Makki and Oikawa as well. Was his crush on you simply just a crush? Or was it stronger than that? He put his own desires aside to make sure that you were comfortable with it despite lusting over you for so long.
“She’s shy...but she likes to please. Besides she’s warmed up to you guys a little. I just need to pace her through it...” Iwaizumi replied before trailing off deep in thought, formulating a plan. Was he a bad boyfriend for doing this?  “When we first did it, I had to guide her all the way... It was cute.”
It made sense to them now.
Iwaizumi didn’t bring it up because he knew the idea would scare you. Trying and learning to please your boyfriend in the bedroom was one thing, and pleasuring his three other friends was going to be another. It was taboo. It was unheard of. It was the kind of thing you’d only hear whispered by word of mouth or seen in exaggerated hentai.
“We just need to guide her...” Oikawa hummed, thinking it over with sadistic glee. He always loved the innocent timid ones. Guiding you was just another way of saying, to dominate you.
“Roger that,” Makki nodded, an enthusiastic dark grin on his face.
“That’s that then,” Mattsun concluded. “We’re all in, Iwaizumi.”
“Right. You guys are coming over again next Friday then. Till then, keep your dicks in your pants alright? ”
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The week passed excruciatingly slow for the trio, they were so looking forward to Friday night, and seeing you on campus was both a good and bad thing.
The good was that you couldn’t look them straight in the eyes and would blush whenever they were near, always moving behind Iwaizumi to hide a little. It was adorable and it stirred their want for you even more. Their excitement for when they’d go to Iwaizumi’s place again also showed during their practices, they were far more motivated and driven. Oikawa’s spikes, if possible, increased in strength, Hanamaki and Matsukawa were quick in their feet, the duo, even more intimidating on the court and never missing a single score. Their Ace, reliable as ever.
The bad thing was, seeing you around and hanging out with you on campus tested their self-control. The number of times they had to hold themselves back from attacking your neck greedily whenever you threw your head back as you laughed, or the times where you would innocently place your hand behind your skirt as you bent over to pick something up, or even when they walked you and Iwaizumi home, their light touches desperately wanting to be rougher.
But good things come to those who wait.
“Do you guys want any popcorn or sparkling soda?” You asked them from the kitchen, the movie flashing on the tv long forgotten.
“We’re good babe,” Iwaizumi called out and from where you stop with your glass of water, you smiled at him.
“Okay, well, I’m going to bed,” you waved before making your way to the bedroom, feet bare against the tiled floor and only clad in Iwaizumi’s hoodie, its sleeves going past your hands accentuating how small you were compared to them.
“Baby, come here,”
You tilted your head to the side questioningly but like an obedient little pup your feet carried you to your boyfriend sat in the middle of the couch, legs parted, inviting you to his lap.
Iwaizumi gently held your hand in his and tugged you onto his thighs, throwing a blanket over your legs, your face already going different shades of red as your body melted into him in front of his friends who you thought were watching the movie. He wrapped his arms around you, the position the two of you were in being familiar as you two have cuddled like this before.
He was quite clingy today...you guessed you’ll just fall asleep in his arms. But he had other plans. 
“Hajime...not here,” you whispered, wincing at the sudden touch of his hands wrapping around your waist beneath his baggy hoodie.
Oikawa with his arms folded over his chest, watched the two of you in the corner of his eye, the blinking LED screen being the only source of light in the dark living room.
“If you stay quiet, no one’s going to notice,” he muttered, warm breath against your ear and callous hands cupping your breasts, massaging the soft plump flesh, and pinching your nipples.
“Hajime,” you whimpered, voice softer than the commotion in the film. Your hand grabbed his wrists, barely wrapping around their width as you tried to stop him from doing something so inappropriate with his friends so close.
Makki was slumped at the foot of the couch, his strawberry blond tufts of hair close to brushing your bare thighs, Mattsun was right beside Iwaizumi, eyes focused on the screen, while Oikawa occupied the armchair like a king sat upon his throne.
“You’ll be good for me right?” Iwa rasped, tongue flicking along the joint of your jaw, the same skillful tongue that had sent you over the edge last night.
“Haji...” you wearily mumbled, clutching his wrists to stop his hands from feeling you up which had you squirming and wriggling on his lap. What if his friends see? You didn’t want them to see you any differently or find you disgusting...
Your heart stopped when a hand rested on your thigh, squeezing the flesh so gently and thumb rubbing soothing circles on your skin. That wasn’t Iwaizumi. You knew how his hands felt, this hand had longer fingers and a slightly much more callous touch.
Mattsun felt you tense and that sent an excited shiver down his spine. Your skin was so soft and warm, he was tempted to let his hand travel further up and you looked so cute squirming on your boyfriend’s lap. Was your ass grinding against him unknowingly?
“Issei...” you murmured his name, your eyes meeting his. Your confused, furrowed brows and flustered expression, was sparking the long awaited need that’s been pent up for the past week. And god, you called him Issei. Not Mattsun, not Matsukawa, but Issei. You were really asking for it huh?
“Will you be good for us, baby? We promise to be gentle,” Iwa nipped at your earlobe, a delightful shiver running up and down your spine. “They want you so bad.”
No, they don’t, you denied silently in disbelief, mind fogging up with how Iwaizumi’s hands massaged your aching breasts and Mattsun’s fingers lingered between your inner thighs, so close to your clothed core.
You didn’t know what to do. You were so sensitive to their touch, it was embarrassing. Iwaizumi though relished at how responsive you were. Of course, you were so sensitive and responsive, the chastity he tainted had only got a taste of gentle, vanilla sex and he wanted nothing more than to explore some darker fantasies with you that he never realized he had til he met you.
He wanted to be the one who takes away your innocence completely...you were his to love and to ruin.
Makki was fully aware of what was happening and he felt his excitement bubble in his chest, he glanced at Oikawa who was actually focusing on the film almost like he forgot why they were here in the first place.
Feeling your thighs slowly inch apart, your breath hitched when you felt a warm soft breeze blowing against your core. You tried to squeeze them shut but your ankles were hooked around Iwaizumi’s parted legs, and Matsukawa’s strong hand aided the third person beneath the fleece blanket.
“Hajime..I’m—ah!” You squeaked when pressure was applied onto your clit, those same fingers beginning to slowly trace the shape of your slit through your cotton panties, the shock filling your chest making your thighs pathetically attempt to shut again.
Makki below the blanket and between the valley of your soft thighs, leaned closer, breath against your core, and rubbed your cute little cunt through your underwear, biting his lip when you involuntarily began to soak the fabric with your arousal.
“No...please,” you wriggled, your lower abdomen heating up the same way when Iwaizumi would touch you like that. But it wasn’t your boyfriend. It was Hanamaki.
“How is she down there?” Mattsun asked, voice low and caressing your thigh.
“She’s getting wet,” Makki responded, taking an experimental lick at your core, getting a taste of your juices that soaked your underwear. “She smells and tastes so pretty.” He groaned then buried his face into you, making you jolt on Iwaizumi’s lap. Makki’s finger hooked the fabric aside and his hot tongue dragged up your slit.
“Hear that Y/N?  Makki says you taste pretty,” Iwaizumi whispered in your ear. The way his fingers worked at your breasts while Makki lapped at your core made your head spin as you tried to make sense of what was happening.
Was this normal? Do other girls with boyfriends have their friends do this to them too?
“She’s a pretty little whore in the making,” Oikawa’s voice dipped, words and change in tone frightening you.
“Oikawa-san,” your voice quivered, sinking into Iwaizumi’s body like prey cornered by hunters. He was so unlike himself. His chocolate brown eyes were dark and his pupils were so dilated that in this darkness he no longer appeared as the pretty charming prince that captivated everyone, instead he looked like a devilishly handsome demon.
Makki traced his fingers around your entrance, collecting your wetness before plunging inside you without warning, mouth sucking and tongue playing with your sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Makki!” You cried out, back arching at the sudden intrusion.
“Holy shit, she’s so fucking tight,” Makki moaned against your cunt, the vibrations of his voice adding to the pleasure you tried so hard to deny, your walls clenching tightly around his fingers.
Only Iwaizumi was supposed to touch you like this, why are they— “Ah!” Your hands gripped Iwaizumi’s wrist as Makki’s long fingers began to curl and pump inside of you.
“Feels good doesn’t it, baby?” Iwaizumi hummed, letting go of your breasts to lace his fingers with yours in an attempt to comfort you.
You shook your head left and right, still in denial, thinking this was some sort of test to find out how loyal you were to Iwaizumi.
“No? But do you hear how wet you are?”
Your body was betraying you, the wet squelching sound of your cunt being pumped with Makki’s long fingers filled the room, and you could even feel how wet and slick covered they were. And his tongue, gosh, it had you tightening around his fingers every time he sucked and played with your clit. How could you let yourself be touched like this by his friends? Why was your body responding to them? Why wasn’t Iwaizumi stopping them?
Oikawa stood from his seat, height towering over you and casting a shadow over your body being fondled and played with by his friends. You were adorable like this, panting and helpless before them. He traced his finger along your jaw ignoring Iwaizumi’s dark predatory gaze watching him.
“You were always so cute, Y/N-chan,” he tilted his head, a dark smile on his face that gave you the urge to hide or run away. “But you’re a little slut too aren’t you? You like being touched like this. Why deny it?” His thumb ran along your wet plump lips.
“Is Makki going to make you cum?” Oikawa pouted with faux concern, peeling the blanket off of your lap to reveal your legs spread open and Makki playing with your cunt. His eyes observed your body tremble and jolt, grinding on Iwaizumi’s crotch unintentionally, his cock hard in his sweat pants.
“You bet I will,” Makki mumbled against your core, fingers not ceasing their fast pace, scissoring inside your velvety walls, your breathing was ragged and only whimpers and whines sounded from you.
“Bet your pretty little mouth can take—
Before Oikawa could finish his sentence, Mattsun, flicked the setter’s hands away and gripped your chin, turning your head to face him as he crashed his lips on yours.
Your eyes screwed shut as his tongue delved into you, lips kissing you fervently. Iwaizumi continued to attack your neck with his own lips, not stopping his friends. Oikawa pouted at being interrupted and gently wrapped his hand around your dainty wrist, guiding it to his crotch and placing your palm against his clothed erection.
Mattsun pulled away to catch his breath, the taste of your sweet lips lingering on his, wanting to take a good look at you. Tears were in your eyes and they stained your cheeks, your mouth was agape, gasping for air and whining for Makki to stop. His eyes flickered to your reddened lips, the lips he has dreamed so much about, be it kissing his own lips or wrapped around his cock.
“Makki, if you keep doing that I’m g-gonna—,”
“Cum?” Makki grinned, licking his lips stained with your essence, fingers curling in your gummy walls and hitting that spot inside you without fail that had your thighs trembling. 
“Go ahead, baby. Let Makki make you cum,” Iwaizumi pinched and rolled your nipples between his fingers. “You sound so cute whimpering like that.” He nuzzled his cheek against yours momentarily before Mattsun captured your lips once again the exact moment your core snapped.
Your eyes widened and a cry struck your vocal cords as pleasure rippled throughout your body, your sounds muffled in the sloppy hot kiss Mattsun trapped you in. You writhed on Iwaizumi’s lap, trembling as Makki continued to lap every single drop of your climax, tasting you and suckling at your essence like it was honey.
Your heavy-lidded eyes flickered to Makki on his knees with his face buried in your cunt. Through your tear-stained lashes you blearily blinked at him, his own eyes locked with yours as you came on his tongue.
“Good girl,” Iwaizumi praised over and over in whispers against your ear, caressing your head. “Makki made you feel good, didn’t he? You don’t have to lie, princess. It’s okay.” He reassured you. Iwaizumi had to be the voice of calmness and reassurance at this moment, knowing that his friends had no intention to go gentle on you. He had to support you and guide you through this.
Makki awaited your response with bated breath, and let out a triumphant exhale and smile when you looked away shyly parting from Mattsun’s lips and nodded, chest rising and falling heavily.
“You tasted so sweet, Y/N,” Makki gathered your slick in his fingers again, your core still throbbing from the orgasm he forced out of you. “I could do this all day.”  He licked his fingers clean, making you blush even further.
“Kiss her Makki,” Oikawa ordered, his hand still wrapped around your wrist that had your hand against his hardened member. “Let her taste herself.”
Makki grinned and instantly leaned up to kiss you, your fingers clutching into Iwaizumi’s forearm. You were supposed to find this completely dirty and embarrassing but tasting yourself on Makki’s lips and tongue, a part of you actually liked it.
“She’s so obedient,” Oikawa hummed in approval, tugging his trousers down, low enough to free his cock and guiding your soft dainty fingers to wrap around him.
Your heartbeat quickened. What were you going to do? You haven’t done that before, your panic was easily read by Oikawa.
“You’ve never given Iwaizumi a hand job before?” He raised a well-groomed brow.
Makki pulled away to rid himself of his shirt, allowing you to catch your breath. You were about to shake your head but Oikawa gripped your chin.
“Use your words,” he commanded in a sing-song voice that didn’t comfort you or lift the tension at all.
You felt so small around them. Even smaller than they already made you feel with their stature.
“I haven’t....” you admitted, holding Iwa’s hand.
“It’s okay baby,” Iwaizumi reassured, gently kissing your cheek. “You could always learn. It’s nothing to feel bad about. It’s not your fault.”
“You’re being too gentle with her Iwa-chan,” Oikawa tutted. “She should get some punishment for not putting in the extra effort to learn.”
You shut your thighs closed and began to sink against Iwaizumi, the word punishment scaring you. In their eyes, you were a cornered kitty with nowhere to go.
“Did you ever use your pretty mouth on him?” Oikawa questioned, guiding your hand up and down his shaft. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes. “Answer me, Y/N.” His voice darkened again.
“No,” you meekly answered.
“See, not so hard to use words isn’t it?” Oikawa caressed your cheek, while you wished Iwaizumi wasn’t so silent and as if he read your mind, he swatted Oikawa’s away.
“I told you to guide her through it, not be a dick about it,” Iwaizumi scolded his friend, Oikawa’s dominating facade cracking a little at Iwaizumi’s tone.
“I am guiding her. You should thank me, I’m gonna teach her how to use her cute hands and pretty mouth,”
“With your dick?” Iwa scoffed.
“Her hands on my cock and her mouth for you,”
“Just...” you finally spoke up, all eyes on you. “Please be gentle...I just don’t want to disappoint all of you...don’t want to disappoint,Hajime.”
A chord was struck within all of them.
This was what Iwaizumi meant when he said you loved to please. It’s not even because you loved it, it was in your nature. Your sweetness and desire to please rooted from childhood when you saw how pleasing others be it with good deeds or merely obeying, made them happy.
Their want for you if possible increased. That part of you just fed to their twisted fantasies, they could mold you to their desire, make you theirs so easily. With you, they knew that they could have you at the palm of their hands, they could condition you to love them and only them, to mark you as theirs and carve your walls with the the shape of their cocks that you wouldn’t want anyone else.
In fact, you should consider yourself lucky. They were going to teach you everything.
Oikawa sighed in defeat, deciding that he will be nicer to the Angel on Iwaizumi’s lap. He caressed your cheek, the warmth in his brown eyes returning.
“You can never disappoint us,” he promised, the trust and belief in your eyes sparkling before him. So obedient. So naive. You’d believe anything they would say.
As if to make you believe them even more, Mattsun pressed a kiss on the left side of your neck.
“We’ll help you,” he reassured, hand snaking up beneath the hoodie to cup your left breast. He groaned at their softness, they felt even better against his hands.
“But you have to be a good girl,” Oikawa was thrusting his hips in languid motions, your hand still wrapped around his cock. “You have to do as we say because I know, you know what happens to good girls who disobey. They get...”
“Punished...” you winced, when your darling boyfriend behind you had his hands on your hips, grinding your bare cunt against his clothed cock, the friction of the cotton fabric making you grip Oikawa’s cock a little more not knowing what it would do.
The setter groaned. “Mhm...Just like that.”
“Go faster, baby,” Iwaizumi whispered in your ear. “Move your hand faster. Up and down...good girl.”
You followed his instructions and Oikawa let out a moan while Iwaizumi ground against your core, his touch being something so familiar that your body reacted instantly.
“Your hands are so soft,” Oikawa hummed, running a hand through his hair, hips rocking forward and back assisting your motions. But when his eyes flickered to where your cunt drooled over Iwaizumi’s hard cock, staining his sweat pants, he grabbed your wrist to stop you. Worry flashed in your eyes.
“D-did I do something wrong?”
“No, no,” Oikawa smiled soothingly, hands grabbing the hem of the sweatshirt to pull it over you. He discarded it in the corner and your arms instinctively crossed over your breasts, not used to anyone else other than Iwaizumi seeing you so vulnerable. “We just need to switch up the positions a little bit. It’s not fair to keep the others waiting.”
You batted your lashes with confusion as he took your hand guiding you to your knees, trembling in anticipation and eyes glancing at Iwa for reassurance.
The brunette tucked your hair behind your ear and placed a kiss on your forehead before his voice got cold again and deep, making you feel as if you were standing on thin ice.
“I want you to ride our dear Mattsun,” he commanded, turning you to face Mattsun, his long legs spread wide open and the rest of him reclined lazily on the couch, his brows in their usual unamused arch.
“I think between Makki and me, Mattsun should be the first to fill your tight little cunt,”
“F-first?” Everything was happening so fast, your brain couldn’t take it all in. What did Tōru meant by first?
Mattsun’s hands found their way to your hips, caressing and feeling your skin, his eyes hungrily ogling your breasts and glistening core.
“He crushed on you long before Iwa-chan and you began dating.”
He what?
Oikawa with his firm hands on your shoulders pushed you forward to stand between Mattsun’s legs, the outline of his erection making you gulp.
“He’s been needing you the longest. Why won’t you be a good girl and straddle his lap, hm?”
Scared of the consequences if you did not listen, you placed your legs on either of his lap your hands resting on his shoulders as you looked at anywhere but him, embarrassed to be straddling another man right in front of your boyfriend.
“You’re so beautiful,” Mattsun whispered in your ear making sure only you heard what said. “He’s telling the truth you know? I always wanted you.”
“Issei,” you whimpered, when he pulled your hips down against his crotch, his hardness rubbing against your clit over and over. As much as you hated to admit it, your walls were clenching around nothing, begging to be filled and stretched, you could feel how wet you were and it showed when small wet stains marked the fabric.
“Do you want me, Y/N?” One of his hands left your hips, untying his trousers and freeing his cock from them, hand around his girth as he positioned the bulbous head of his cock leaking with pre-cum at your entrance.
Your hands gripped his shoulders when he began to trace the slit of your pussy with the tip, slicking himself with your arousal.
“You’re so nice and wet,” he praised, kissing your collarbone. “Take a look.”
You wished you didn’t. His cock was far bigger than you thought. It was lengthy and thick, it differed greatly from all his friends and you weren’t even used to how Iwaizumi’s own cock would stretch you every time the two of you had sex. How were you going to fit that inside of you? It was going to tear you apart.
“I-Issei, I don’t think it’ll fit,” you murmured, nervously clutching his shoulders. Yet your body was tingling.
“We’ll make it fit,” he simply responded, slowly pushing the tip of his cock in.
“W-what? Wait!” You slumped against him. “W-wait! Please—
“Y/N I’ve waited too long for this,” he growled, self-control fading fast at how your tight walls clenched around him at the first half inch. Fuck, he needed to feel those heavenly walls around his cock. He pushed your hips lower, watching the way your lower lips split open to try and accommodate his size. “Fuck.”
It stung. You really believed you were going to break.
You felt so utterly full and when you glanced down to see you were only halfway down his length, tears had begun to wet your lashes. This was wrong. That place was supposed to be only for Hajime. And yet, your boyfriend was watching, cock in hand and pumping at the sight of you trying to take his friend’s fat cock.
“Issei, it hurts,” you cried onto the crook of his neck.
“Never took a cock this big huh?” He kissed the side of your head, eyes crazed at how your little cunt was trying to swallow his length. This was far better than his dreams. “You feel so good. So tight.” His thumb circled your clit, helping to soothe and distract you from the unfamiliar stretch. “But we need to put your pretty mouth to good use too. Don’t you think?”
“W-what?”
Before you knew it, you were on your hands and knees, Mattsun repositioned himself behind you, toying with your clit while you were at eye level of Oikawa’s chiseled abdomen, his eyes judging and observing you with such strictness as you bobbed your head up and down, his cock twitching and hot in your mouth. The loss of Mattsun’s cock inside of you, made your core ache and it didn’t help that he was only playing with your clit at the moment and teasing the tip at your entrance.
“Hm...not bad,” Oikawa hummed, running his fingers through your hair, eyes closing as enjoyed the warmth of your mouth. “Use your tongue...just like that.” He groaned, bucking his hips ever so slightly into you making you shiver backward when his cock reaches in far too close for comfort. “Awe, princess, you’re still not so sure on how to do it Hm? That’s okay, I don’t mind doing it myself.”
Himself? You cried around his length when he began to thrust in and out of your mouth, your eyes wide when you feel him down your throat, your tears flowing down your cheeks as you helplessly let yourself be used.
Distracted with the dizzying rough ministrations of Oikawa’s cock in your mouth, Mattsun slid his cock all the way in your tight cunt once more, making you cry and moan onto Oikawa’s length, the vibrations of your throat making him groan and increase his speed.
Iwaizumi bit his lip, cock painfully hard in his grasp as he watched you. Your frame was so tiny compared to him and his friends. So fragile, and yet you were holding up with their rough actions. With observant eyes, he could see the bulge that came and went in your throat when  Oikawa’s cock glided in and out of you, and with Mattsun’s hard fast thrusts, Iwaizumi and Makki swore he could see Issei’s cock bulging out your lower abdomen.
“That’s so hot,” Makki chuckled, giving Iwaizumi a squeeze on the shoulder like the ones he did before he went on court, and nestled his way beneath you, mouth latching on to your breasts.
“Do you feel Issei here?” Makki grinned, placing his hand on your lower belly, feeling the jolts of the collision between Mattsun’s cock and your cervix. You cried out at the pressure, trying to pull away from them in hopes to ask if they could be more gentle. “Shit, Mattsun, you’re really deep inside her. I can feel you dude.” 
“Yeah? Lemme feel,”
There was so much going on. Your mind couldn’t process every movement and their words. You felt and heard them but they were muffled like your cries and moans, all drowned out by the maddening pleasure ripping through every fiber of your body.
Issei was stretching your walls and filling you up from behind, and you were so utterly full. You believed your mind was going to break from all this and Oikawa fucking your throat just added to this madness.
“F-fuck,” Tooru hissed, fingers tangled with your hair as he suddenly stilled. Then you felt it, his climax dripping down your throat. You desperately tried to pull away, you felt suffocated even though you were breathing in through your nose but your reaction made the setter growl and hold you in place. “Where do you think you’re going? I thought you were going to be good. Don’t waste a single drop, Y/N...or else.”
Your wide teary eyes looked up at him so weakly, so pathetically as you heed his commands, allowing the warm cum to spill down your throat till he was finished before pulling out. A string of his cum and your saliva went from his cock to your swollen lips, you did your best to try and let the oxygen flood your chest but that proved difficult with how Mattsun was pounding into you, his hands gripping your hips harshly.
“Let me see.” Oikawa gripped your chin, tilting your head up to him, your mouth open as you panted, no remnants of his cum in your mouth. The sight made the setter smile softly at you. “Would you look at that, Iwa-chan,” he chuckled mirthlessly. “She swallowed every drop.”
Iwaizumi from the armchair groaned at the sight of your dark pink mouth, cum swallowed clean from them.
“Ah. Issei!” You moaned, chest collapsing onto Hanamaki, your rear still hoisted up by Mattsun. “T-too deep.” Makki kissed your temple as you clutched onto him for comfort, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you whimpered and whined. “G-gonna cum!”
Your exclamation, if possible, made Issei go faster, repeatedly without fail hitting the sweet spongy spot inside you that dulled all reason and logic completely. All you could think about was his cock and the way it was making you feel.
Iwaizumi from his spot watched a twinge of jealously swelling in his chest as Mattsun fucked you dumb. It was definitely a sight that turned him on, your cute face was wet with tears of rapture, your moans and whimpers that gradually got louder and shameless were signs you were so close to falling apart and your body jolting at the sheer force of his friend’s thrusts made jealously and lust mix together.
Did you really look that pretty when he fucks you? Also, he couldn’t shake off the uneasy feeling of how you didn’t reach out or call out to him for comfort after his friends had you complying with their will.
‘Don’t want to disappoint, Hajime,’ your words from earlier echoed in his head. It was all for him. You were doing this for him. It was sweet really. And you were far too naive to know better, to know that a guy letting his friends fuck you weren’t normal at all. That this was just a sick twisted fantasy that he wanted to be fulfilled.
You were wholeheartedly his, and now theirs as well. But Iwaizumi knew, no matter how good they fucked you, you never loved them as much as you loved him.
Mattsun’s hiss pierced Iwaizumi’s ears but the soft refrain of your final cry dampened his sound, your body trembled from head to toe and it arched into Makki as you clamped around Issei’s cock, gushing around him while he unloaded himself into you. Hot spurts of his cum filling you up till it leaked from your abused cunt.
Iwaizumi scorned the look of adoration in Mattsun’s face as your body collapsed into Makki’s, panting against his neck and still shivering from the bliss. The way he looked at you. So fondly. So…enchanted.
Then Makki, took his turn, laying you down on the couch, parting your doll limp legs, and aligning himself at your entrance, a mix of yours and Mattsun’s cum leaking out. But Makki stuffed it back in by sheathing himself inside you, your walls hot and slick already.
“Ah, fuck! She’s so tight,” he groaned, moving in and out of you slowly, relishing each drag of your walls being stretched over and over with each thrust. “Even after taking Issei. F-fuck—“
“Makki, wait,” you whimpered, hand pushing against his hip. “I’m still too—ah!—sensitive.” But he didn’t stop, he’s dreamt of this for far too long too. “Hajime!” You cried out and he was immediately by your side, looming over you, eyes impassive as blearily looked at him.
He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear as your body bounced with each thrust. You looked so slutty like this, your furrowed brows and plump parted lips, eyes squeezing shut now and then when the sensation feels too much. So pretty, he thought. 
“Go on, Y/N-Chan,” Oikawa chuckled your hand around his cock again as you pumped him mindlessly. “Show Iwa-chan just how good your mouth is.”
Without any hesitation, you opened your mouth, tongue poking out, so easily bending to their whims as the boys reduced you to nothing but a fuck toy. Your boyfriend did his best to not be as rash or rough as his friends have been, but the way your tongue and mouth worked wonders on his cock, had him losing his own self-control and rutting his hips hard, the tip of his cock reaching the back of your throat.
“Good girl,” Iwaizumi groaned, your eyes gazing up at him like he was your salvation making him buck his hips a little into you to feel your throat squeeze his cock. A soft smile adorned his face. Your heart swelled and you kept your teary eyes locked with his, the intensity of adoration they conveyed sending Iwa on the edge, cumming down your throat.
You moaned around his length when you felt his seed spill and the vibrations of your sounds made Iwa’s dick twitch in your mouth, another long groan of satisfaction leaving his lips. Then your body was engulfed by nothing but hot warmth, another orgasm shaking all over your body to your core. Makki’s cum mixed with Mattsun’s inside of you while Oikawa finished on your tits, his cum painting your skin white.
You weren’t able to gather what happened after that, the next thing you knew you were in yours and Iwa’s shared bed with him holding you in his strong arms with him asleep. Had all of that been a dream?
The ache between your thighs when you shifted on the bed told you it wasn’t and softly, outside in the living room, you could hear them. Your boyfriend’s friends, laughing away and talking about something you couldn’t quite make out. Your head felt light while your body felt the opposite, your cunt felt sore and your throat, was dry and coarse.
“Hajime—,” you croaked, an unpleasant raspy sound but his ears picked it up immediately. His eyes flew open and you were met the dark brown eyes that you trusted and loved with all your heart.
“What’s up, baby?” He asked, throwing an arm over your stomach and nestling his head into the crook of your neck.
Before you could say you were thirsty, you coughed and he was quick to grab the prepared glass of water by the bedside table, bringing the rim to your lips and helping your drink, the cool water soothing your parched and itchy throat.
“You did so well,” he cooed softly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his chest. Your cheeks instantly warmed his approval meaning the world to you.
“I still only love you,” you murmured nervously, lacing your fingers with his, feeling a little embarrassed to have been fucked by his friends and to be seen so vulnerable as you only had been with Hajime. And yet, the pleasure they made you feel…it was on a whole new level.
Iwaizumi held back his laughter, your attempt of reassurance cute. He knew that already. Even long before he agreed his friends to indulge.
“I know baby,” he hummed, feeling you relax in his hold, melting into him, still fatigued. “I only love you too.” But then an image of how you looked at Issei when he had you and how Issei gazed at you with nothing but want and adoration, sparked hints of jealousy deep in his chest.
“Did you have fun?”
Reluctant to answer, you couldn’t deny that the sudden turn of events was erotic…and it was fun.
“Is it bad that I did?” You tilted your head to look up at him, his brows relaxed and not furrowed, his expression reassuring you a little. You were sure it wasn’t normal to fuck your boyfriend’s friends…the idea felt forbidden. Like a dirty fantasy that one cannot admit to having ever thought about.
“No.” His voice pierced your thoughts, making them part like dark clouds and finally letting some sunlight peek through. “What matters to me, was that you felt good. If those idiots couldn’t make you cum and didn’t care about making you cum, I would’ve beaten them to a pulp.”
Softly, you laughed, a smile etching its way on your face as relief washed over you, and the comfort and ease between you and Iwa returned, stronger than ever.
“You looked so fucking sexy though,” he whispered in your ear, the image of what had happened making his cock twitch under the covers. “So pretty.” He peppered kisses on the crown of your head. “I honestly didn’t think you’d be able to take it.”
You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “I’m not made of glass, Hajime.”
“Is that so?” He smirked, and you found yourself flustered once again and even shoved one of the pillows into his face, telling him that before he could have any ideas, he should let you rest first.
And he did let your rest, before slipping out of the warmth of the bed and slipping on his sweat pants. He walked out into the living room to see his friends lounged about with another video game on the tv. They were in high spirits and he went over to where Makki and Issei sat, playing away, and smacked both the back of their heads.
Oikawa blinked, pausing his aimless scrolling through social media.
“Dude, what the fuck!” Makki groaned. “I felt like my head was going to be spiked off my neck. What’s the deal?”
“You idiots came inside her,” he growled, knocking their heads against each other this time.
“You didn’t say we couldn’t!”
Iwa’s teeth ground against each other, his jaw clenching. Makki was right, he didn’t mention it. That was his own fault. If only they knew how annoyed he was to be cleaning you up only to wipe away cum that wasn’t his.
“Next time you two pull that shit again, I’ll punch you both in the stomach.” He warned but his ultimatum wasn’t what they took away from his words.
“Oh? There’s a next time?” Oikawa smirked, thinking of having his turn with you.
A vein protruded in Iwa’s forehead, holding back curses and swears at their beaming faces. Instead of responding to the question they wanted to be answered, he turned around and made his way back to the bedroom, ignoring Makki and Oikawa’s boos and whines. Issei’s silence and laid back, uninterested gaze, making Iwa weary.
“Keep it down and lock the doors before you go to bed,” was all he said before disappearing into the room that separated him and his friends, in this room it was a tranquil moment and a place where you were wholeheartedly his. Not theirs. But his.
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Hanamaki Takahiro x f!reader (with Matsukawa Issei)
summary: you were slowly getting the hang of being him. Getting to know enough of what made him tick that you tried your best to avoid any conflict. But as much as you wanted to please him, you had your priorities too. Too bad for you, you were going to learn that Makki knew what was best for you.
cw: bully!Makki, dubcon, creampie, spanking, cuckholding, coercion, manipulation, gaslighting, degradation, noncon filming, overstimulation
wc: 5.4 k
a/n : this became longer than I thought. So this is just an installation to the whole bully!Makki universe afsgshd though it says part 2, there’s no any set plot yet just thinking of making it a series of one shots that are connected to one another with no strict chronological order so yeeee just am a sucker for Makki and Mattsun. Bully!Makki be my guilty pleasure tho huhu thank u so much for all the love for my bully!Makki fics adsfsghsd
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You told him. You told him you didn’t like this. Didn’t like the way the music pounded on your ear drums you swore was the cause of your head aches, didn’t like the stench of alcohol, the heat of foreign bodies against your skin and how they’re thrashing on the dance floor, forced you to move through the crowd. You didn’t like it at all. And yet, he convinced you that he’ll only be awhile and was meeting with old friends from highschool. But they piled right after the other, their graduated kouhai’s and you sat in booth.
It didn’t help that it was Friday night and unlike Makki, you had Saturday classes. You couldn’t help but tug on his jacket countless of times, telling him you wanted to go home, before desperately saying you needed to be home.
“It’s past 3 am Hiro,” you murmured, his head craned low to listen to your voice. “I have a really important group presentation.”
He responded with a heavy sigh. “Tell them you’re sick, they’ll understand. Plus, they don’t deserve you. You put in way more work than they have.”
You blinked back at him. The realisation of how your group mates were basically free loading off of you making your heart sink and yet flutter back into place, heat blooming in your cheeks because Makki sounded like he cared.
Still, you weren’t one to miss classes, it wasn’t like you, especially when it weighed heavily on your grade.
“H-Hiro…” you froze when he threw you a glare. “Please…”
Makki was annoyed. He was here having a good time with friends and free booze. If he was sober, he would’ve been nicer and not actually get pissed off.But his weak had piled on top of him and he wanted nothing more than to drink and have fun with his friends, as well as you. That’s the reason he took you here anyways, so you could relax too.
“Fine,” he uttered, downing the remnants of his pint before slamming the glass down, grabbing your wrist harshly. “Gotta go home now guys. Ms.Goody Two shoes here just told me she had an important presentation tomorrow.”
“I told you before we left,” you whispered quietly to yourself, eyes down on your toes, feet aching in the occasional heels you barely wore and missing the look Makki threw Issei, that had the tall, charismatic, man bid his farewell to the group before trailing a few steps behind you and Makki. An unlit cigarette hung loosely between his lips,watching how you trip over your feet as Makki dragged you out of the club, completely aware of the many lust filled gazes on him.
The drive back home was silent, you uncomfortably sat in the passenger seat, glancing every once in awhile at Makki who hasn’t looked your way since you two left the club and with Issei in the backseat, smoking, you couldn’t help but feel as if you were hostage. And it was silent too on the way up to your apartment dorm, the two of them right behind you as you opened the door. A part of you hesitated to enter your own home…if you walked in there with them, you felt something bad will happen.
“I’ll go to bed now…I’m sorry, Hiro,” you whispered softly, before scurrying off to your room.
But an iron grip on your wrist stopped you.
Issei appeared far more menacing with the light behind him, his features dimmed dangerously by the shadows and the lit cigarette between his lips slowly being eaten away by the dark amber that turned to ash. He was towering over you as Makki closed the front door, the click of the lock falling into place making your throat dry.
No words were exchanged between you and Issei. You diverted your eyes, shifting them to Makki who in this situation was your only source of help but he was just shrugging of his jacket and removing his shoes, oblivious to whats going on behind him.
“You know you’re in trouble right?” His best friend’s deep, rough, voice broke the silence. Your eyes widen and your heart began to pick up its pace, mind wracking your brain for what you had done wrong. You didn’t answer him but instead tried to tug away from his grip, eyes glaring at his much larger hand wrapped around your wrist, the size difference adding more fear to rush through your system.
“Behave,” he tutted, twisting your arm to your back and pushing your body against the wall, cheek flat on the cold surface. You whimpered at the pain that shot through your arm pinned against your back.
“Hiro…”
Makki moved past you and Issei, switching on your lamp by the couch and closing the curtains of your balcony as if he had not heard you call out his name.
“M-Mattsun…you’re hurting me,” you sniffled, trying hard not to cry. You squeaked when he pressed his body against yours, sandwiching you between him and the wall, his other hand caressing the spot below your rear, on the back of your thighs.
“Punishments are supposed to hurt,” he stated in a matter of fact, as if it was common knowledge.
“Mattsun, c’mon man. Go easy on her,” Makki spoke, his words salvation to your ears. Mattsun clicked his teeth in annoyance before stepping back and letting you go. “C’mere baby.”
Makki cooed sweetly, sitting down in the middle of the couch, a soft smile playing on his face as he patted his lap. At that moment, you had perceived him as your saviour and like a dumb little bunny, you scurried off to him, far away from the predator that had seized you just seconds ago.
Your heels clicked unpleasantly throughout the room as you approached him, eyes watery and glossed lips in a pout. Just as you were about to obediently sit on his lap, he stopped you, shaking his head with that same smile he wore.
“I didn’t ask you to sit.”
Brows furrowing, your fingers find the hem of your skirt, playing anxiously at the ruffles as you searched his face for answers, about what he wanted and what was going on. Usually at times like this it was best to remain still, to wait for him to make move. His hand trailed up your arm, fingers softly caressing your skin before they wrap around your wrist that had begun to bruise from Issei’s tight grip.
“Awe, he hurt you?” He pouted, thumb skimming over the blooming discoloured blotches. You nodded your head, seeking comfort…from him. It was dumb of you, you knew that but despite everything he’s done to you, a part of you believed deeply that Makki was a good man. The sweet memories of him actually caring for you and being an actual boyfriend seemed to dim the dark beginnings of your relationship. You had hope.
Your cheeks grew hot when he brought your wrist to his lips, kissing the bruised skin as if to make it all better. The softness of his lips made your heart flutter and the warmth was addicting. You wanted to be held by him, you needed to. Maybe he cooled down and was finally sobering up.
Well, you were right about the second part.
Issei watched the two of you, dark eyes finding amusement at the tooth rottenly sweet sighs before him. He drew in a heavy breath, inhaling the sweet fumes of tobacco before softly blowing the smoke out, strings of dark grey ribbons wafting up in to the air.
Makki finally, perched you on his thigh, his fingers now putting away the fallen strands of hair from your face. “You know I had a really tough week….” His arm wrapped around your waist. “It was horrible and I was really looking forward to spending time with my girl and my friends to relax.”
“I’m—,”
“And if my pretty girlfriend wasn’t so much of a brat and actually cared for me, she would’ve let me have my fun…”
“Hiro, I told you before we left that I had an important presentation, my group members rely on me,” you blurred out hurriedly, citing your defence, Issei’s scoff from behind striking you like a knife.
“I rely on you too,” he stroked your cheek, his touches slowly becoming less comforting your squirming on his thigh. “They’re not important. They fucking freeload off of you, baby. That girl member of yours lied about being sick, she was out with friends in Harujuku instead, and the other two guys, I saw them drinking at a pub near campus. Don’t you hate them just a little bit?”
You didn’t hate them. What weighed heavier on your heart was how they lied to you and used you…you couldn’t stop the tears that fell from your eyes.
“You’ve been pouring your time into work that’s supposed to be done by four people. And if you had did what I said, texting them that you’re sick and skip out of the presentation you so naively handed over to them…,” his hand that had been caressing your face now had a fistful of your hair. He pulled you close so that his lips hovered above your ear. “I would still be with my friends and drinking my horrible week away. We could’ve even danced.”
Guilt ripped at your chest, and you wanted nothing more then to apologise to Makki…even though it wasn’t your fault. Was it? He could’ve went to the club alone but he insisted you to come, reassuring you that it won’t keep you guys for long. Still, if you had paid attention, you would’ve know he was having a bad week.
Then it dawned upon you. Flashes of the time spent with him this past two weeks had been normal. Memories of him getting back from late night lectures and crawling into the bed with you, only to wrap an arm around you and bury his face into your neck, were vivid. Cuddling on the couch with the tv on for background noise had become a routine, he was even more sweeter than you ever thought he was capable of. Too busy with assignments you didn’t notice how he had been seeking comfort from you from a week that has worn him down. You were the one thing he was looking forward to see at the end of his day and you failed to see that.
“Hiro, I’m so sorry,” you sobbed, throwing your arms around his neck and crying into his chest.
Mattsun moved from his spot, where he was leaning on the wall casually watching you two, when he saw Makki’s expression. It grew gentle, his arms moving to hold you as well.
“You won’t let her go that easily won’t you, Makki?” Issei’s voiced out, snapping his friend from letting his walls completely crumble before you. He was vulnerable like you were, yes, but if he wasn’t in this state right now, he wouldn’t have let you off so easily.
“He’s right, baby,” he peeled your arms away from him, the action cutting through you. “If I’m too easy on you, you’ll never learn.”
“B-but I’m sorry,” you croaked out pitifully, the brokenness in your voice making Makki’s jaw grind against each other, trying to keep it all together.
“I know you are. You’re a good girl, right?” He cupped your face, thumbs wiping your tears away, mascara smudging on the corners of your eye. You nodded, sniffling and trying to stop your sobs.
“You know what you have to do.” He simply said, making you stand so that he could sit properly, knees almost touching, his lap no longer inviting. You knew what he wanted but the shame of doing it, made your tremble. “It’ll be over soon.”
He tapped his thigh. But you didn’t move. You couldn’t. You were frozen in your spot. Makki’s eyes slowly lost the warmth that they had been glowing with milliseconds ago and that frightened you.
A heavy hand on your shoulder pushed you down , making you stumble uncomfortably over Makki’s lap. Your fingers gripped the fabric of his jeans, the cold breeze blowing up your skirt making you squirm uncomfortably. You’d be good for Makki. But this was just…degrading.
“I’m not a child,” you mumbled, unable to stop your legs from trembling especially when there was another heated gaze staring at you in this compromising, embarrassing position. The wandering eyes of his best friend that Makki dismissed as nothing whenever you brought it up, even when he was being touchy.
“You aren’t,” Mattsun replied back to you, flipping your skirt up, bunching the fabric to your waist exposing your backside, his thumb tracing the hemline of your panties, the cute white lace making him hum.
“We’ll do seven,” Makki announced, his personality shifting in an instant,his palm against your ass cheek, squeezing the fat a little and massaging. “Since it was seven days of shit. Make sure to count, babe, or else we’ll start all over again.”
You remained slumped across his lap in defeat. Maybe you did deserve this. Even if it was mean…he has been making it very clear that he cares about you. You convinced yourself that this was just his way of showing how much he loves you and you wonder, if he will ever say those three words to you.
Mattsun took a seat the edge of the couch, arms crossed over his chest as he spreads his legs, tongue swiping over his lip at the sight of your cute ass, exhaling smoke.
Smack!
It was harsh. Unrelenting.
The collision shot lighting through your body and your hand came over your mouth to muffle your scream. Your right cheek began to sting and burn, without a doubt the skin turning red.
You sucked in a breath before you shakily spoke, “One.”
The second was just as painful, tears had begun to collect once more in your eyes but you swallowed them down and counted two. Then three, then four. By five both cheeks were a glaring red, the fifth one making your body tingle in a way it shouldn’t from the pain. Seconds go by and you made a mistake. You forgot to count.
“Guess we have to start all over again,” Makki shrugged, massaging your swollen cheeks as you shook your head.
“Hiro, no more please! I’m sorry!”
“It’s too bad, you only had two more to go.” He tutted, before his palm slams onto your burning cheeks once again. You cried into your hand, your thighs shaking from the pain, the undeniable throb in your belly growing.
“One.” You croaked out.
Mattsun clicked his tongue to get Makki’s attention, a smirk was on his face as he nudged his head at the direction of your ass, your cunt snug against your panties, their eyes zeroing in the small wet patch that formed.
“Are you getting turned on? How fucked up is that?” Makki snickered, his and Issei’s chuckles intensifying your shame. “I knew some part of you liked it rough, but I didn’t think it’d be this much.” He went on, landing another hit, the smack bouncing off the walls.
“Two…” you whispered in defeat,but when his fingers brushed against your mound your thighs rubbed together. They snickered and teased once again. You had squeezed your eyes shut by now, awaiting the next blow, bracing yourself for the pain.
Makki’s hands leave your body immediately, only for him to pin both your arms on your back while another hand freely roamed your swollen, throbbing, skin as it had done many times before.
“You’re cute like this,” Mattsun spoke, thumb softly tracing the darkened skin, before withdrawing his touch completely. Then you felt two fingers prodding at your entrance through your panties.
“S-stop, that’s—
“Fuck, she’s fucking wet, Makki.” Mattsun hissed, rubbing his fingers along the silhouette of your slit, your arousal now leaking through the crotch of your underwear. You bit back a moan but with the way your hips were trying to move away from his touch, told him your body was reacting to him. “Do you like it when I rub you through your panties?”
You shook your head, denying it.
Makki tugged the fabric down, the two men sucking in a breath at the sight of your glistening cunt, a string of your slick connected to the crotch of your panties.
“Baby, do you get turned on when you’re being all good for me?” Makki grinned, grabbing your ass, the soreness of your cheeks dulling into an unfamiliar sensation of pleasure. “Did you get turned on cause Issei was watching us? I bet you want him to watch when I fuck you too huh. Give him a live show for once.”
“Hiro, please…I—he’s scary,” you uttered under your breath, eyes screwing shut when you felt the rough pads of his fingers start massaging your clit.
“If he’s so scary, why are you getting so wet?”
You didn’t know why either. Issei’s fingers felt good, knowing you were being good for Hiro felt good. That’s all you could gather right now as well as the way, two thick digits slipped inside of you. “Ah!”
“Would you look at that. Your little cunt is sucking my fingers in,”
“Hiro,” you whimpered for help, finding it wrong for his best friend to be touching you like this. “Make him s-stop. Please. S’not you. It’s not right.” You tried to string together your thoughts but splayed on his lap while his best friend slowly scissored his fingers inside you, you couldn’t ignore the hardness inside Makki’s jeans poking at your stomach.
Makki stared at Issei’s fingers, slipping in and out of you, covered in your slick. It was hot. He glanced at you to see your expression, lip between your teeth, eyes screwing shut when he curled his fingers a certain way. You were trying so hard to be good for him, loyal and sweet. But Makki knew your body was enjoying this despite how you battled with your moral compass. You were probably confused too. Why was he letting Mattsun touch you the way he does? Simply because he didn’t mind sharing you with his best friend. You were his but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t thought about you being split and fucked with Mattsun’s cock.
“Don’t be rude.” Makki hummed, massaging the fat of your ass to soothe the pain he inflicted on you. “If Mattsun hadn’t started this, you would still be counting and getting spanked. It’s your fault for getting turned on by it.”
“Hiro,” you whined, Mattsun’s fingers working in and out of you faster, your walls clenching around his digits greedily.
“I’m not the one touching you. Say his name.”
No. You couldn’t. If this was some test to see your loyalty to him, you weren’t going to fail it. But that resolve was fading bit by bit with the way he thrusts and periodically scissored his fingers in your traitorous cunt.
And yet as you were reaching your peak, his name was slowly rolling of your tongue. Too lost—no, succumbing to him and how he made you feel.
“You’re making such a lewd face,” Makki chuckled, one hand restraining both your wrists behind you still, the other moving your hair over one shoulder to get a better look.
A squeak left you as your body tensed suddenly before going slack, thighs trembling from the orgasm that washed over you. You could feel your slick dribbling down the inside of your thighs, Mattsun slipping his digits out of you only to slowly rub your clit to prolong your bliss, mouth watering at how you came all over his fingers.
He brought his fingers to his lips, lapping up your juices and humming at the sweet distinct taste.
“I could just eat you up,,” Mattsun growled, shoving his digits into your mouth, making you taste yourself. “Lick it up, kitten.”
You helplessly looked up at him through your lashes before reluctantly swirling your tongue round his thick two fingers and sucking it the same way when Hiro would do the same.
Makki released your hands, effortlessly propping you up to sit legs apart on his lap, his hands now roaming under your dress, removing your bra and discarding it somewhere in the room. He teased your nipples til they harden, rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers.
“Did you like that? Like Mattsun’s fingers inside your greedy little cunt?” He rasped against your ear, squeezing your breasts just a little harder. “Since you couldn’t follow my instructions to count, my sweet girl can’t have my cock.”
“N-need you, please. I’m sorry,” you whimpered, hips needy and grinding down against his erection, a soft sigh leaving you when his hard on against his jeans rubbed against your clit. “W-want Hiro.”
In any other time, Makki would’ve loved to give you exactly what you asked for. But brats need disciplining.
“What you want doesn’t matter right now baby. You want to make it up to me right?” He coped, kissing your cheek. You nodded immediately. Yes, you did.
Mattsun stood between your legs, Makki’s hands hooking behind your knees to pull and fold them to your chest, exposing your sex to his best friend. Attention fully on Makki, you didn’t notice how Mattsun was dangerously close, black jeans discarded and cock hard against his abdomen.
“If you want to make it up to me, stay like this.”
Something hard and thick prodded at your entrance, your eyes whipping to your parted legs. You felt your stomach churn. Long and thick, the leaking tip of his cock glared right back at you, it was hot against your cunt as he rubbed his tip along your slit.
“N-no, it won’t fit,” you murmured, wriggling away from Issei’s cock. “Hiro, please.” There was no way that was going to fit inside of you, it’ll rip you apart. You’ve only ever had sex with Hiro, and you still remember how it felt when he first breached your chaste walls, taking your virginity. If that had been painful, you can’t imagine how it’d be with Issei.
“You wanted to make it up to me right?” Makki’s tone darkened dangerously, and his grip on your legs tightened as he kept you open for Issei, the fat head of his cock pushing at your entrance, already stretching you wide.
You wanted to make it up to him. But how was this that? This was still punishment. You were sure of it. Especially when Issei slowly leaned in, impaling his thick cock into your hole, both men hissing and cursing at how your puffy lower lip stretched to accommodate his length while you gasped. There was no way he was going to fit all the way inside. No way, and yet he kept pushing in till the bulbous tip nudged against your cervix.
“It’s—too much,” you whimpered, eyes glossy with tears as you stared up at Issei, his eyes dark with lust and glued to where you two were connected. You swore you could feel him in your womb, he was just—“t-too big.”
“Holy shit,” Makki exhaled, your pussy stretched around Issei’s cock, his own cock painfully hard against his jeans. When Issei slowly drew back, relishing the sweet, plush, grip of your walls, his length was covered in your slick, a white ring of cream an inch from the base.
The tip lingered at your entrance, your heavy lidded eyes blinking at his cock, not believing that it had gone inside you but you were quickly reminded of the sensation when he slammed his hips against yours, heavy balls slapping against your ass and you swore you felt him deeper than before. A broken sound, a mix of a whine and a cry left you, the stretch still so unfamiliar and the weight of him inside of you as he thrusted in and out was dizzying. He was so thick, your walls pulsated erratically, the sparks of pleasure blooming in your lower belly.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” Issei groaned, hands placed behind your thighs, replacing Makki’s.
“She looks so hot being split by your cock, man,” Makki commented, his hand snaking around you to play with your clit, your head thrown back at the added sensation. It was too much.
“Have you ever fucked her in the ass?” Mattsun groaned, keeping conversation as he sets a pace, fucking in and out you till he had you moaning.
“Not yet, dude. I’m taking it slow,” Makki responded, massaging your clit, more slick dripping from your cunny. “Oh, and told you she’s a whore for cock.” He snickered, slapping your clit making you cry out.
“M’ not a w-whore ,” you mustered out, body jolting with each thrust, panting as the scrape of Issei’s cock against your walls started to feel good and you were even greedy for him, your reluctance earlier now replaced with eagerness.
“You’re nothing but a cumdump for me, baby,” Makki chuckled, his thumb brushing against your swollen lips. “And now Mattsun’s.”
“No, not inside,” you cried, his thrusts getting faster and faster, rutting into you with reckless abandon, you couldn’t think anymore. Just feel. Feel the way his cock slams over and over again against your cervix, the way his cock stretched you out whenever he pulled back and sunk back in. His name fell from your lips in chants, soft moans that Issei couldn’t get enough of. Your cute little tongue poked out of your lips, reduced to nothing but a babbling and moaning mess.
Hanamaki whipped out his phone. “Dude, slow down and pull out, film the way you stretch her out,” he handed Mattsun the phone, his rhythm slowing. Drawing back till his cock completely left you, he pressed record, the flash lighting up and making your wet pussy shine.
Mattsun’s hand caressed your stomach, slowly moving down to your cunny, spreading the lips for show for the camera before positioning his cock once against at your entrance, his length coated with your slick.
He pushed in, cock opening up and stretching your tiny cunt, a soft whine emitting from you, body growing accustomed to the sinful sensation of his cock. It was entrancing really, the way he stretched you out, how your walls fluttered and squeezed his him.
Mattsun reared his hips back, slowly fucking into you, cock sliding almost completely out and back into you to exaggerate just how much of his length you could take. What made this time different was how you were freely moaning, whimpering and groaning at how he filled you up.
He zoomed the camera out, your whole body and your flustered face in the frame. Your skin was glistening with a thin sheen of sweat and your knees by your ears, showcased your split cunt so pornographically for the camera. Close to his release, he quickly picked up his pace, capturing the way your body jolted with each thrust and recording your higher pitched moans. His hips slammed over and over against your ass, the sound of skin slapping on skin bouncing off the walls of your apartment.
“Fuck,” he groaned, bucking his hips harder than before as he stills inside you, shooting his hot cum inside your quivering walls. You moaned out wantonly , thighs shaking as you cum at the feeling of warmth exploding in your lower belly, his cock twitching inside you as he coated your insides white.
The camera continued to record, he slowly pulled back already missing your warmth that enveloped him, only to be rewarded with the sight of his cum spilling out your abused hole, globs of white dribbling down your ass.
Switching off the phone, he threw it back on the couch, two fingers pushing his cum back into your pulsating cunt.
“S-stop,” you panted, shaking from the overstimulation. “No more. I cant!” His fingers sped up, curling them directly at that spongy part inside you and Makki continued his ministrations, littering hickeys on your neck while he played with your tits, harshly groping and pinching.
You cum the second time, juices coating Mattsun’s hand and now completely limp against Makki as your head spun and your breathing was laboured, thrown high into ecstasy. In that haze, you only could remember bits and pieces of what happened next, you were on your hands and knees on the couch, cheek against Matsukawa’s thigh as Makki had his turn. Next thing you knew, the hot tip of Mattsun’s cock was tapping against your cheek then buried in your mouth as the two had their way with you.
You couldn’t remember much after that, just felt. You felt the stickiness that clung to your thighs, the heat in your mouth when Issei came, the numbing pleasure in your core as Makki pounded into you. You were so out of it, you couldn’t really make out what words they were exchanging with one another.
“Cant believe you had this tight little cunt all to yourself,” Mattsun groaned, sheathing himself inside again, pushing Makki’s cum back inside.
“Yeah? I knew you couldn’t wait to have your filthy paws on her,” Makki chuckled, sitting on the edge of the couch by your head, your face pressed down into the cushions, moaning and babbling nonsense. “She’s so fucked out.” He caressed the crown of your head, your little tongue lolling out and your hips on its own, was moving to meet Mattsun’s thrust, drunk on both their cocks.
“She’s such an obedient little thing,” Mattsun gripped your waist, pulling you down on further on his cock as he neared his third release. “Fuck, cant get enough of her.” He grunted as he pumped you full of cum once again, cute ass jiggling as you were pushed into another orgasm.
By the time they were done, the dark navy blue sky had become a gradient to a light blue. Before Makki cleaned you up, he and had laid you on the bed, legs parted and cunt oozing with the mix of their cum. They snapped a couple of pictures. And when you woke, your mind was blank. Your eyes scanned the familiar walls and furniture of you bedroom but when you shifted in your spot only to find yourself wedged in between two warm bodies, memories of what had happened flashed before your eyes and only then did you notice how heavy your body felt against the soft mattress, how sore your inner thighs were.
A soft groan brought you back to earth, the familiar scent of Hanamaki filling your nose as he nuzzled his face into your neck, his locks of strawberry blond hair soft against your cheek. His arm was draped across your stomach, crossing over another arm from your left side. Your heavy lidded eyes squinted in the dark to look at the clock, the time making your body click to automatic mode. You had class. But even if you tried to move, you weren’t strong enough.
“Go back to sleep, babe,” Makki murmured against your neck, his voice deeper from sleep. “I messaged your professor you caught a fever.”
“But,” your voice was painfully scratchy along your throat.
“Don’t worry baby,” he shifted closer, naked skin touching and warming your own. “I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry your pretty little mind about anything, yeah?”
You shut your mouth, struggling to keep your eyes open.
“You did so well for me last night. Such a good girl for me aren’t you?” His words of praise seemed to fill your chest with warmth. To know that you had pleased him. “My pretty girl.”
“I-I’m sorry, Hiro,” you croaked out, an ugly weak sound to your ears but Hanamaki raised his head to meet your eyes.
“I know you are, baby. I know.” He cooed softly, caressing your cheek. “You were so pretty being such a good girl and taking Issei’s cock. So fucking pretty.”
“A-anything for Hiro,” You slurred in response with a small smile not able to muster anything more than that as you fell into the hands of deep slumber.
The words resonated within Hanamaki. A slight pang of guilt washing over him as he played over and over the sweet, docile way you had said that. He wondered if you knew that he’d do anything for you too. He wasn’t going to let you go so easily, he’s never wanted anyone as much as he wanted you. If he was even to ponder about it, he was lucky he had you. That you were his naive and dumb little bunny that he had sunk his teeth into.
And he was going to have so much fun with you, along with Issei too.
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mulberrysilk · 3 years
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just another day thinking of Ushijima with Baby Fever and breeding you whenever he can
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Ushijima Wakatoshi x fem!reader
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cw: SMUT. breeding kink, Ushijima Wakatoshi and his big—, so cockwarming, unprotected sex, baby fever , voyeurism
a/n: this sat in my drafts for a week and I think I forgot to post it lmao afgajdkd anyways I cannot think of Hubby Wakatoshi without him wanting to breed you, because manz want a little small squad of future v-ball players like him afsgjskd okay bYeeeEee
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Your knees almost gave way, your body jolted forward onto the cool counter, your fingers gripping the edges as you bit back a moan.
“H-honey, Toshi, wait,” you squeaked out, quietly as you could but the fat head of his cock rubbing against your walls as it glided in and out of you with such ease due to how slick you were despite the wrong timing, made your mind all fuzzy. “Someone could see us.”
“Need you now,” he simply responded, pushing the hem of your summer dress higher up your waist, exposing your bare ass and your glistening cunt, split around his cock. The sight only made his hands on your hips tighten and slam you back into him, your eyes wide at how deep he’s gone.
“Wakatoshi—mhmf—.”You tried to make your tone firmer but you only moaned. The more he rocked in and out of you, fucking you over the kitchen counter made your resolve crumble.You could feel your arousal leak down your inner thighs and the soft squelching sounds of your cunt being filled by your husband’s fat cock bounced off the walls, the sound of the television and the guests, his highschool friends, chatting and laughing with each other faintly heard down the hall.
“I want one,” Ushijima grunted, brows furrowed as he focused on the sensation of your tightening plush walls. “Want a baby with you.” He accentuated his desire with a harder thrust, your hands flying to your mouth to stifle and muffle the moans that he so easily pulled from you.
The sudden baby fever came to him so suddenly when his friends spoke about their own wives and their children, it made him wonder why he hasn’t had one with you at this point of your marriage. He never pulled out, he much preferred to come inside of you. so why weren’t you swelling with child yet? Maybe it was because he never had the intention of getting you pregnant in his mind whenever you two had sex. He assumed thats what it was. It’s hard for a person toreach a goal without action, without intent.
“Y/N-chan, if you don’t mind—“
Ushijima was quick to still, leaning back onto the high stool by the counter and embracing you close, cock still buried deep inside of your cunt while you pretended to organise the assorted cakes and biscuits on the tray, hands trembling with a thin sheen of sweat on your forehead.
“Ah, I see, Wakatoshi-kun came in here to be all mushy and soft with you,” Tendou chuckled, head poking out of the kitchen entry way. “Just wanted to check on you two. Wanted to help—
“It’s fine Tendou,” Ushijima interrupted his best friend, the ache of his cock, twitching and close to release clouding his own senses just a little bit, unlike you who has completely stilled. “Just wanted to steal her away for a bit.” And to make his lie more convincing, he softly smiled and pressed a kiss on your temple, the red head sighing blissfully at his love struck friend before returning to the living room once again.
“Toshi, cum.”
It was so soft he almost couldn’t hear you. He rested his chin on your shoulder to hear you better and his breath hitched when your hips began to move, guiding your slick cunt up and down his length.
“Cum inside, please,” your hand reached behind you to tangle your fingers in his olive locks, the need for release so imminent.
And as a husband, he was dutiful and compliant to your requests. His large hand covered your mouth as his weight rested on his heels once more, in perfect position to fuck into you in the same or much faster pace than he had been doing.
You were glad his hand was over your mouth, your breath was hot against his palm as you moaned and whimpered. Ushijima was pounding into you, cock stretching and colliding with your sweet spot over and over again, keeping you creaming on his cock.
“You always take me so well,” He whispered in your ear, his baritone range making a shiver run down your spine and your walls clench tighter. He snakes a hand around you, palm pressing against your lower abdomen where your womb would be and caressed it with care. “You want me to cum, darling? Want me to cum inside you?”
You nodded, panting again his hand and greedily meeting his thrusts. Earlier you were trying to repress your desire and be firm with him for initiating sex when there are guests around but the more his cock was moving and out of you, the more your senses numbed and you thoughts were filled by the desperate need to cum.
With a final guttural grunt, he spilled inside of you. A moan vibrated your vocal cords as your walls clenched and you saw white, body spasming in his string hold as you gushed around his cock.
“So good for me,” he whispered in your ear, kissing your head. “You’re going to make me daddy aren’t you? I need to fill you up more regularly to make sure it takes.”
You slumped against him, trying to catch your breath. He dropped his hand from your mouth and moved his hands to your hips, massaging your flesh as he remained still inside you, his hot cum painting your walls and the excess dripping down, splattering on the floor.
Ushijima returned to the living room first with tea and when he was seated on the armchair, in you came with the cakes and biscuits, his friends eyes on you with admiration in their gaze. His perfect wife as they liked to refer to you.
And it was true, you were perfect.
He was never short of your love, affection and care. You were patient and understanding, and when he needed your perspective on something, you’d give a much more wider outlook that would let him see things clearer. You’d make him bentos for lunch , dinner would be waiting for him when he gets home, you’d wear the prettiest things for him and some of them, pretty as they were, half of the time would be discarded on the floor past the midnight hour.
Absolutely perfect.
That’s how they saw you and Wakatoshi couldn’t help the rush of adrenaline mixed with love, when you sat on his lap laughing and talking with his friends. What he didn’t expect was for your dainty hand to reach behind you, freeing his cock from his sweatpants and then under your skirt, where you pretended to shift your position only to slip his cock inside of your cum slick pussy. His breath hitched to be inside your tight walls once again, the vice grip you had on him making his eyes shut momentarily to collect himself.
“I’m surprised you and Wakatoshi don’t have kids yet,” Yamagata chuckled, popping a strawberry into his mouth.
“He clearly can’t keep his hands off of you,” Tendou chuckled, eyeing you two observantly.
“We haven’t really planned it...but we hope soon,” you replied to Yamagata with a patient and warm smile, as if Toshi’s cock wasn’t hardening inside of you, stretching your walls once again.
“Ah, I can’t wait to see little Wakatoshi’s running around,” Tendou sighed, slumping against the couch with a hopeful smile.
“Me too,” Ushijima hummed, a small smile on his face, another very rare occasion where his friends were able to see that gentle expression.
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mulberrysilk · 3 years
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Hanamaki Takahiro x f!reader
summary: people are never really what they seem to be with first impressions. You should’ve known better. If you had, you wouldn’t be in this situation. Wouldn’t have been afraid of him. Wouldn’t be losing your virginity to him…
cw: bully!Makki, noncon, dubcon, coercion, non-con video taking and photo taking, manipulation, gaslighting, fingering, loss of virginity, degradation, oral ( male receiving)
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Breaking out in a cold sweat during the day had become a daily occurrence, everyday you felt as if your blood ran cold, watched and followed as if you had the tip of a knife held against your back or as if you had a collar around your neck with a chain to yank and pull you form freedom. You didn’t know how it came to this. How you ended up in this situation.
As a young teen in high school, you had no problem getting along with everyone, you kept your head low enough not to garner too much good or bad attention. You were just there and no one really minded you. You weren’t a complete outsider for sure, you were always invited for parties, gatherings, and outings but you’d kindly decline and thank them for the offer, opting to focus on your studies to get into a good university.
And you did. You got into your first university choice and had graduated high school not completely unknown and not too popular. You were friends with everyone, treated everyone kindly, and listening to people with an empathetic heart. So, how did it come to this?
“Don’t keep me waiting, hurry up,” he drawled out, voice deep and bouncing off the small enclosed darkroom of the storage room on campus.
“Hanamaki-san,” your voice quivered, uttering his name striking you with fear and intensifying your trembling. It was a miracle your knees haven’t given way, especially with how close he was. “Please, I-I don’t want to do this. Please don’t make me.”
Makki was never really the bullying type…well…till he met you. Till the moment he saw you across the lecture hall during introductions, timidly saying your name and bowing politely for the whole class, your knee-length white dress and cute light blue cardigan screaming innocent. But not as loud as it screamed, virgin. You were just so cute. He couldn’t help but enjoy the way you reacted with his light teasing at the welcoming party, unable to look him in the eyes and keeping to yourself whilst pretending to drink the mix of alcohol in your red cup. Well, you could’ve avoided drinking all night was it not for him, making his own concoction. A sugary sweet drink that he knew a first-timer like you would be able to take.
“This might be more to your liking,” he said, handing you a new cup, replacing the cup you had held for an hour that removing felt as if something was out of place. “Don’t worry there’s not much alcohol in it, mostly cranberry juice.”
You had thanked him then, murmuring his name, a sweet rendition of it before taking a sip of the scarlet red drink, nose not even scrunching at the subtle hint of alcohol. Well, he told you it was just a little but your drink was basically watered down vodka with lots of cranberry juice.
With that he got you to open up but after several more sips till only a quarter of your drink was left, you were leaning against him, eyes struggling to stay open, lashes blinking so confused and cute, Makki was hooked. Since he was with you all night, the girls you came with were tipsy enough to tell him where your small apartment dorm was and even praised him for being such a great guy for escorting you home. Hanamaki should’ve left you on your bed and locked up for you, but with the way you laid there softly mumbling at how hot it was and peeling off your cardigan, the one with the little daisies sewed in the hem, revealing your heaving chest beneath your cute flowery dress, he couldn’t help himself.
Makki remained at the foot of your bed, dark eyes scanning your form, drinking in the skin you always hid. Your skirt had ridden up dangerously high and the thin straps of your dress were slipping off your delicate shoulders. So immersed with your entrancing little display, he was tempted to crawl on top of you to kiss the unmarked skin of your neck, to smell the scent of your perfume, and to feel the warmth of your skin on his. But that was too easy. He wanted to feel the same rush in his veins when you’d fluster with his jokes and teasing, the very same rush he felt earlier when he had urged you to drink, the unsure look in your eyes mixed fear making his cock twitch in his jeans.
So he decided to prolong his fun as long as he could. Whipping out his phone, he took a video of you stripping before him in a drunken stupor. A souvenir for him for his late-night endeavors. A video that had brought you into this lovely situation. Lovely for him. Not so much for you.
“C’mon, baby, don’t be like that,” he cooed, reaching out to place his hand on your waist. Though your back was facing him, he could feel how you trembled and could imagine the ashamed look on your face. “I don’t have a lot of time till my next class, so just bend over and let me see your cute little pussy.”
His lewd words made you shiver, your nails digging into the flesh of your palms. “You don’t want me to share the video with anyone else don’t you?”
You quickly shook your head, wondering what he meant by ‘anyone else’. Had he shown it to someone? His friends? The image of his best friend flashed before your eyes. The humiliation was making your chest tighten, you could feel the hot tears threatening to fall from your eyes as you held them back.
“Go on then,” he lets go of you, stepping back to sit on the chair.
Shaky hands lifted your skirt, the trembling getting worse when inch by more inch of your was being exposed to the cold air. You bit the hem between your teeth, thighs pressed together as you show him your clothed core and his eyes gleamed with delight at the mere sight.
“Take them off,” he commanded. You turned around and slowly bent over to not lose your balance, providing him the view he wanted as you shimmied your panties down to your ankles before placing your palms against the wall to keep you steady. His breath hitched while you shivered at the cold breeze against your naked folds. “Fuck…give them to me.”
“B-But I still have classes for the day,” you blurted out, turning your head a little to look at him, wishing you didn’t because your eyes easily caught sight of the outline of his cock in his slacks.
“That’s not my problem,”
“Hanamaki—,” he rolls his eyes and teased the pad of his middle finger at your entrance making you cry out.
“Keep it down why don’t you. I thought you didn’t want people to know,” he tutted, gathering the slick that had begun to drip from your pussy the more he caressed you down there. “Are you enjoying this?”
“I—,” you were about to protest loudly but you quickly softened your tone. “I’m not.”
“Then why are you getting so wet?” He hummed, spreading your arousal to your clit, massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves, cock aching to be freed from his pants when he saw how your legs buckled. You were too cute being all sensitive like this.
“I don’t want this,” you whimpered, hoping that denying it over and over would make your body stop reacting to his touch and not give him the satisfaction that he was actually making you feel good.
“You say that but your pretty pussy says something else,” Makki chuckled.
His touch left you and you breathed out a sigh of relief, if he had continued going like that, you would’ve cummed.
Reclining in his seat, he spreads his legs, getting comfortable as if to watch a movie or a show. “Spread your lips for me baby, and touch yourself. Make yourself cum.”
“W-what? No! That’s,” your voice grew small.
“It’s what?” His tone shifted.
“It’s humiliating.”
Makki sighed, taking out his phone. “Guess I have to show the school how much of a slut you really are and that you aren’t that prim and proper after all.”
“No! Makki! Please, anything but that!” You begged, falling to your knees before him, your hands balled into fists by his feet. “W-Why?” You sniffled. “Why are you doing this?” You were crying now, unable to stop the stream of tears that fell from your eyes.
He let out an exasperated breath, leaning forward and wiping your tears away with his thumb, adoring the way you cried so prettily because of him. “Do I need to have a reason?”
His words confused you and didn’t help to calm you down, especially when he pulled you up onto his lap, spreading your legs and hooking your feet around his calves.
“What are you doing?!” You struggled against him, a hand groping your breast through your bra while the other traveled south.
“Gonna do what I asked of you for you, I should’ve guessed you wouldn’t know. Have you ever even touched yourself?” Your cheeks bloomed with heat at his words and your wriggling stopped, knowing that it was useless to fight back.
“I—I have…,” you shyly admitted, wanting to opt for touching yourself rather than him touching you like this. You hoped he would change his mind. “I’ll do what you say…”
“It’s too late for that now, you’re on my lap already anyways,” he dismissed your words, fingers finding your clit once more and rolling the nub between them, whistling at how wet you had become. “No one has ever touched like this haven’t they?”
You shook your head, walls clenching around nothing, the growing feeling of the need to have something inside of you becoming stronger.
“Good,” he purred. “Because this pussy is mine.” He slid two fingers into your tight hole, his hand on your breast squeezing tighter as your back arched off him at the sudden intrusion in your chaste walls.
“Makki,” you cried, trying to pry his hand off of you. The lewd squelch of your cunt and your pants filled the room. “Stop that—ahh!”
He thrusted his digits deeper, reaching places you couldn’t, reaching that sweet spongy spot inside of you that had your toes curling and your resolve crumbling. He picked up his pace, curling and scissoring his fingers relentlessly, you could feel your wetness drip down your hole to your ass.
“Such a dirty girl, making such a big mess,” he teased before latching onto your neck, kissing the soft skin and nibbling at it to leave marks. “Your walls are sucking me in. Do my fingers feel that good?”
Softly panting and moaning, your head bobbed up and down against your will, too lost at how his fingers filled you up better than yours could. You shouldn’t be enjoying this. Even though you had a small crush on him before the party incident, this was wrong. What he did to you, what he was doing for you, it was fucked up. The times he made you trip over your own feet and sarcastically say sorry, how he would spill his water all over your blouse or dresses so that he could see the fabric cling to your skin and your bra and the constant pinning you against the wall or between the high shelves of the library to whisper the nastiest things in your ear. So why? Why were your walls clamping around his digits as the heat inside you exploded, the striking wave of an orgasm washing over you?
“Fuck,” he groaned against your ear, the deep guttural sound making your pussy throb as you cum all over his fingers. “Holy shit, you squirted. Fuck that’s hot.”
You slumped against him, light headed and trying to catch your breath, trying to ride out the high he pulled from you. Dazed out that you didn’t realise how his grip on your breast was gone and had been replaced with his phone, capturing the footage of him toying with your cunt till you came.
You hated him. You hated the way he made you feel, how he broke your moral compass. You didn’t think it’d escalate like this, you thought all the times he stole you away like this in the middle of the day to have alone time with you was enough for him.
But it wasn’t.
Maybe you should be thankful that he held you in his arms after that, waited til you caught your breath before getting up and readjusting your clothes for you, shoving your panties into his pocket before he smacks your ass playfully.
“Same time tomorrow and I’ll meet you later after classes, alright?” He glanced at his watch. “Shit, I’m ten minutes late to class. You’re gonna have to pay for that later Princess.” Was all he says before he leaves you in standing in the middle of the storage room, your slick running down your thighs, neck hot and aching from the kisses he left there and disheveled.
You felt numb for a while till you felt the remaining sparks of pleasure sparking from your core. Your fingers slowly dipped between your folds, whimpering at how slick your cunny was and shivering at the contact, fear blooming in your chest. Fear of how your body came undone with his touch, how your body betrayed you.
Tears threatened to fall from your eyes again but you pushed down the overwhelming thoughts that slowly swallowed you, and began to clean up the room before leaving it.
You shut the door behind you, the hallway would’ve been eerily silent were it not for the other students leisurely leaving their lectures or rushing to one. Readjusting your cardigan and your bag, you turned around to make your way to the one class you didn’t share with Hanamaki, finding relief to have some moments of peace on the way there. But too lost in your thoughts, you collided with another student. You hurriedly blurt out an apology, eyes widening at your clumsiness.
“Mhm?” The person hummed in front of you. You glanced up at who the victim was only to have the sudden urge to sidestep and walk past him. “You’re Makki’s girl right?”
Your breath was trapped in your throat, your mind scrambling to find an answer or way to get out of the situation as you stood there frozen, craning your neck up at him, eyes wide like a deer in headlights.
His full brows were raised in an unamused expression but a small smile played on his lips, the type of smile that Hanamaki had given you the first time you met. They surely can’t be the same right? His eyes dropped from your shaken expression to your neck, a small chuckle leaving him at the sight of the blooming hickeys on your skin. Your hand instantly covered the area, your cheeks growing hot. You averted your gaze and quickly shuffled around him, walking hurriedly to your next class with one hand weighing down your skirt behind you.
Issei bit his lip as he watched you scuffle down the hall, already having an idea of what has gotten you all bothered and ashamed. Makki was right, you were cute when you’re all flustered but not as cute as the video he had sent to him. Girls like you were hard to come by nowadays. So innocent, untouched by any man, and naive.
His best friend was gonna have so much fun with you he was almost jealous but, he knew when the time was right when Makki has sunken his teeth into your pretty little neck he’d be able to join yours and his best friend’s little play dates.
Burying his hands in his coats pocket, he continued his way to the courtyard, humming and singing softly to himself a little nursery rhyme as he takes out his lighter and pops a cigarette between his lips.
“Eenie, meenie, miny mo, catch your kitten by her toes, if she screams don’t let her go,”
Seated in your class your phone buzzes, Makki’s name lighting up in your notifications. You gulped and glanced around you, the students focused on the lecture and the professor pointing at his presentation. You had to reply, it was bad not to with Makki. Stealthily, below your desk, you checked the message only to muffle your gasp with your hand.
On your screen was a picture of his hand cupping your pussy, your thighs glistening with slick. You couldn’t believe he had recorded that. Your lip trembled as you bit back sobs that wanted to escape from you.
Your phone buzzed again. A message this time.
‘Still can remember how warm your pussy was against my palm. I’ll pick you up after your class and we’ll go to your place to chill. Want to see you work your pretty mouth on my cock and take my cum.’
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“Awe are you crying?” He cooed as if he cared, your vision blurry from the tears that fell from your eyes, throat constricting around his length that he had begun thrusting relentlessly into your mouth, not caring for your comfort. You drooled and choked around his cock, the taste of it foreign to you and the weight of him heavy on your tongue. His balls slapped against your chin drool dripping down your chin as he moans and cusses at how good you were making him feel.
You had to admit, he looked pretty like that. Head thrown back in pleasure, eyes closed and lips parted as he focused on the sensation of your mouth, sucking and working your tongue the way he wanted.
But he was too rough.
“Fuck! I’m gonna cum. Open your mouth,” he ordered, cock slipping out of your entirely, his hand wrapping around his length and tapping his cock on your cheek to hurry you up. You caught him taking out his phone once more, recording you on your knees naked and obediently parting your lips for him. His fists his cock fast, a low guttural groan scraping his throat as strings of white shoot from swollen pink tip of his cock messily into your mouth, hot cum splattering on your cheeks and dribbling down your chin. “Good little fucking cumslut. Fuck.”
The salty-sweet taste lingered on your tongue as you helplessly look up at him, into the camera’s lens, mouth still agape not knowing what to do next. His hand released his cock and gripped your chin instead, squeezing your cheeks almost painfully as he stared down at you with that look in his eyes that made you afraid of him.
“Swallow.”
You did as he said, letting his seed rush down your throat and even opening your mouth again so you could show him how there was none left, he heartily laughed at the notion.
“What a dumb fucking slut. You like the taste of my cum, Hm? Wanna be my little cumdump?” Makki seethed, tapping your cheek harshly as you sniffle and whimper at his feet. His words were so degrading and yet each one made your clit throb. The conflicting emotions were overwhelming you couldn’t help but cry.
He sighed. “What a fucking cry baby.” Scooping you up in his arms, he sat by the headboard with you on his lap, hands caressing your body almost lovingly. You thought it wasn’t over but instead, he just held you. Sure he was scrolling through his phone now but you were still cradled in his arms. What did this all mean?
“Look at ya,” he moved his phone to your gaze, your fucked out expression making you bury your face into his chest out of shame and embarrassment. “Pretty little whore.”
Rewatching the video, you could hear the slurping and gurgling sounds of him fucking your face, his moans making your nipples harden against his chest and Hanamaki noticed. The video was getting him hard again, it was easy to anyways cause it was you. Snaking his hand down between the two of you he cups your breast, rolling the stiff peak between his fingers and harshly tugging at them.
“Makki,” you mumbled, clenching your thighs together. You weren’t sure why you had uttered his name like that. Was it to protest? To urge him on? You didn’t know and you didn’t have much time to think as Makki was quick to lay you on your back, caging you beneath him so he could suckle and play with your sensitive tits. Each tug and lick around your nipples caused your cunt to ache and throb, wanting to have some attention down there as well. But you can’t. You’ve never slept with anyone before.
His tongue flattened against your nipple before rolling around it again, sucking as if he was trying to milk you. Makki cherished the way you wriggled and whimpered beneath him, he could see the way your brows knit at his ministrations, your lips part to pant, and your eyes close. He was waiting for you to moan, to moan wholeheartedly for him, he wanted to hear your voice that you usually muffled and kept from him.
His other hand snaked down to your throbbing core, fingers tips skimming teasingly on your apex before slotting his fingers between your lower lips, middle finger finding your clit and massaging it the way he knew would drive you mad.
“Ha…hanamaki,” you breathed out, your belly growing hot with need.
“Want me to stuff my fingers inside your needy cunt, isn’t it? I know that’s what you want,” he growled against your tit, toying with your clit, cock throbbing at how wet you had become.
“Wanna cum,” you mumbled softly, hands gripping his shoulders, hips bucking into his hand, the shame you had felt earlier melting from his touch.
“What did you just say?” Makki was taken by surprise. That was probably the first time he’s ever heard you like that, so needy and honest. He needed to hear you again, needed to hear filth spill from those pretty pink lips of yours. You whimpered and whined, grinding down against his hand, eyes glossy and panting for release. He’s never seen you like this.
Makki smacks his palm against your cunt, your thighs shaking from the impact and the stinging making you moan instead of cry. Your head was spinning.
“Wanna cum, Makki, please,” you stuttered out, eyes closing at the friction you were receiving with the way your hips betrayed you. “Please make me cum.”
“If that’s what you want and since you asked so nicely,” he pulled away, a broken whine of disappointment leaving you at the sudden loss of his touch. Your eyes snapped open wondering why he stopped touching you and a part of you wish you didn’t.
Knelt between your legs, he had his hand wrapped around his stiff cock, tip pink and leaking with precum. “W-what…” your throat went dry, your tongue poking out as if it wanted to taste his cock again. “What are you doing? You can’t—no way!” Your thighs threatened to close when he shifted closer, close enough so that the underside of his cock rested against the slit of your mound before rocking back and forth languidly, catching your clit and rubbing the nub.
“Fuck,” he hissed, the feeling of your cunt against his cock enough to drive him mad and he could see how your little hole was clenching around nothing. He adjusted his cock so that the tip could catch at your entrance making you whimper.
“S-stop that! I can’t!” You sniffled, eyes wide and glaring at the bulbous head of his cock pressing against your entrance. His hand slid up the back of your thighs pushing them so that your knees were by your ears, exposing your glistening cunt even more, embarrassment making you shiver. You were never actually prepared to take his cock, you didn’t think it’d get this far. But apart of you hated and yet didn’t mind losing your virginity to Makki, and the very conflicting thought of it was making your eyes tear up again.
“I know you’re a virgin,” he teased, pinching your waist as he slowly rocked back and forth again, enjoying the view of his length slotted between your pretty lips. “I’ll be gentle.”
“W-what makes you think…I’ll believe you,” you whimpered, lip trembling as you tried to hold back your tears and pent-up emotions. You know you shouldn’t talk back to him like this, who knows what he’ll do but you couldn’t help it. You had seen him in a different light before he started acting like this, started bullying you. “You’re so mean to me…it hurts. I don’t know what I did to make you hate me this much.”
Makki froze. You got it all wrong.
“You think I hate you?” His voice softened, yet it was grim. You kept your gaze away from him, scared to look him in the eyes. “Hey, look at me.” You couldn’t. “You asked me to make you cum. I’m being nice right now by actually obliging your request sweetheart.”
You pouted in defeat, his words making you feel as if you were the bad person in this situation.
“Plus, I can see your cute little hole clench around nothing, just begging to be filled,” he leaned close to your hear, the pad of his thumb massaging your clit before he kissed along your neck, marking you as his. “I don’t hate you, baby.” He positioned his cock at your entrance, a shiver of excitement running down his spine at the way your breath hitched at the sensation, your nails digging the flesh of his shoulders. “If I hated you, I wouldn’t be thinking of you every single day, fucking my fist at the mere imagination of you when I’m alone and even hang around you. Would a person who hates you do all that?”
You didn’t know, you couldn’t fathom it not with how the head of his cock popped inside your tight hole, crying out at the slight burning feeling. “Makki, it hurts!”
“Shh, it’ll go away, it’s like that. Don’t worry baby,” he kissed your tears away, the sudden gentleness, the almost lover’s care he was giving you, making your heart flutter when it shouldn’t. “You feel so fucking good,” he moaned prettily, his cock sinking further into you, stretching your chaste walls.
Your arms wound around him tightly for comfort, burying your nose into the crook of his neck. “Hiro, c-can feel you inside,” you whimpered, breaths, hot and heavy.
“Yeah? Feels good, doesn’t it? To have my cock stretch your Virgin pussy?” No coherent words could form and slip from your tongue, not with how the pain dulled into something dangerous, having you agree with the lewd words he rasped in your ear. “Told you so.”
“Hiro,” you obscenely moaned, a sound you never thought you were capable of. The use of his first name made him groan and press into you even further till he bottomed out, exhaling heavily, his handsome feature contorted in pleasure. His light strawberry blond hair matted and clinging onto his forehead, brows knitted, and eyes drunkenly looking into your eyes as your walls pulsed around him.
With the way he looked at you, you would believe that it was the way two people in love looked at each other and that maybe he really didn’t hate you. He was being generous by being gentle during your first time, and you almost felt thankful. The warmth of his skin no longer felt like spiders crawling on your skin, it felt welcoming and safe, a heat that you wanted to be enveloped in for as long as you can. Was this really the same boy who teased you till you cried and blackmail you?
“H-Hiro,” you murmured softly, almost so sweetly.
His forehead pressed against yours, his breath fanning over your lips as he satisfactorily hummed,
“Good girl. I knew you’d be a cock hungry little whore,” his harsh words made your lips tremble once more, the urge to cry resurfacing. “I’m gonna fuck you till your leaking with my cum for days. Gonna breed this pretty little cunt.”
“D-don’t say that,” your cheeks heated up in shame. Was that how someone who loves another person speaks to someone they loved?
“Too crude for you?” He chuckled deeply, drawing his hips back to glide his cock out of your hot gummy walls and slowly sink back in again, making you moan the stretch of your hamstrings long forgotten. “Better get used to it princess, you belong to me now. You’re mine and mine alone. If anyone asks, I’m your boyfriend.”
“W-what about me…what am I to you?” You panted, trying so hard not to get overwhelmed with how delicious his cock felt dragging along your walls but it was futile.
“I told you already. Mine.”
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is there a possibility for a crush pt 3? 😳 also; yn and the 4 fall asleep in the living room after drinking and yn wakes up to someone playing her, thrusting their fingers insider her from behind, thinks its iwa until a figure a few feet from them turns in their sleep revealing her boyfriend and she finds out its mattsun behind her and he starts breeding her
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C R U S H | BONUS 2
Another anon asked : crush 2 filled my thoughts w mattsun ntr-ing iwa's gf but darker 😫 like maybe he found something he can blackmail iwa's gf for and they shag ++ he gets off on fucking her while iwa is near and might catch them
Imma kill two birds with one stone. This thought was so sexy mhmmmmm ( maybe it won’t have new parts, unless I decide to make a 3rd part) but these little spin offs of your thirsts based on Crush AGHHH are bonuses huhu [ honestly this could be considered as a third part so yeah ]
Matsukawa Issei x fem!reader
cw: [ READ WARNINGS BEFORE READING THE FIC ]noncon, somno, netotare, cheating, noncon filming, manipulation, blackmail, also kinda dubcon in some parts, noncon breeding, size kink , coercion
wc: 3.6k +
Crush : Part 1 , Part 2 , Bonus 1
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For once, it felt normal.
The way Makki struggled to put the tiny person pieces into his car and how Mattsun would sometimes spin the wheel of life too hard that it flies like a U.F.O  off the board, Oikawa making the most predictable and even most dick move decisions with Iwaizumi telling him that he was shitty for his dumb egoistic choices that only benefited him, all this made it seem your friendship with your boyfriend’s friends normal. It was just any other game night with banter, jokes and some beer and chips.
By 1 am the ‘Game of Life’ was forgotten for Twister but that just ended up with everyone drunkenly piling on top of each other. Hajime’s cheeks were flushed from alcohol as he sloppily tried to reach for the blue circle with Oikawa bent over in front of him.
“Oh, Iwa-chan, I didn’t think you’d want me like that,” Oikawa winked, joking in slurs while you laughed at your boyfriend’s flustered and scowling face. Iwaizumi swept Oikawa by the ankle with his feet making the setter fall flat on his face and you double over with laughter, tipsy and close to drunk.
Then charades ensued after Twister was abandoned which was the last game that tired everyone out to the point everyone passed out in the living room floor with you curled up into your boyfriend’s warm body, nestled between him and his friends, several blankets draped over you bodies.
Mattsun stirred and squinted at the balcony to see the sky still dark and moonless, waking up from a very pleasant dream. He knew what he had dreamt he just at the moment couldn’t recall what but when he shifted from his back to his side, so close to the familiar scent that haunted him for years and brushing against the warm body, it came back to him instantly.  And he was immediately aware of his rock hard erection nudging against the plump of your ass. 
“S-shit,” he hissed, the mere friction on his cock making him repress a moan. It didn’t help when you wriggled closer to him your back pressed against his broad, tall torso, a soft hum leaving you at his warmth and snuggling beneath his blanket.
Mattsun took steady and deep breaths, telling himself to calm down and take care of his problem on his own but how could he do that when you were just right there? So close to him that his groin was nestled against your rear.
Fuck it. They’re all passed out drunk anyways, I’ll just jerk off. He told himself but how did his hands find the curve of your body instead of his aching cock?
In a trance, he let his hands roam your body beneath the oversized t-shirt, feeling your skin prickle at his cold touch, your nipples hardening instantly with a simple brush of his index finger. He inched closer, curving your body against his  and gingerly hoisting one leg over his hip to open you up for him as he cupped your breast gently, feeling the soft flesh while his other hand travelled down your abdomen, slipping beneath your panties to find your clit massaging the bud in a slow, languid pace.
“Mhm…”you softly responded, brows furrowing and squirming a little but you still remained asleep.
Mattsun buried his nose into the crook of your neck, kissing and nipping the skin. He rolled the stiff nipple of your breast between his fingers, tugging and pinching but soothing it with soft squeezes. He felt your hips jerk slightly up into his hand, he smirked at how slutty you were even when you were asleep. Taking his time, he spread the lips of your pussy  with his index and ring finger, the middle one dipping into your entrance feeling the wetness that flowed out of you before spreading it all over your cunt. He felt his cock throb, remembering how he had once fucked you, split you with his thick cock and filled your cunny with his cum. That one time. He hasn’t been able to have a taste of your cunt in awhile, Iwaizumi being mad about him and Makki cumming inside of you that he willed that they weren’t allowed to fuck you till he deemed it proper. Instead, Iwa made them watch him fuck you, allowing them to play with your tits and pussy with their hands or toys, and to only jerk off and cum on your skin.
Well, Mattsun wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip from his fingers. No. He was going to get his fill of you.  He wanted to see that tear glazed gaze of yours when he fucked you. He had felt something different then, something magnetic. He was sure you felt it too.
Once his fingers were coated enough with your slick, he pushed two digits into your tight hole slowly, feeling the way your walls open up and wrap around his fingers. You whimpered at the feeling and clenched around him.
“Good girl,” he purred, not caring that you didn’t hear him. He sunk his fingers in till he was knuckle deep inside of you, his finger tip brushing against the hard yet soft fleshy gate of your cervix. More wetness dripped from your cunt, getting aroused even in your passed out state. Experimentally, he curled his digits inside you. Your back arched, pressing your ass against his cock again making him rub himself on you, carefully humping you.
He thrusted his fingers in and out, emitting soft squelching noises from your dripping wet cunt and even the cutest moans from your lips. They were soft melodious refrains to his ears and he relished the soft gummy walls clinging around his intruding fingers.
“Hajime,” you moaned.
Mattsun’s teeth ground against each other but still he continued, in fact, he found himself getting off at how’d you’d react when you find out it wasn’t him. His fingers fucking into you gently at first grew rougher, the assault and the shocks of pleasure waking you up.
“Hajime, what are you—
“Sorry to break it to you Y/N,” a deep voice that was familiar but did not belong to your boyfriend growled in your ear. “But guess again.”
Your body stiffened, walls tightening around the fingers knuckle deep inside your cunt that it began to sting rather than stoke your arousal. Eyes snapping open, you forced them to adjust to the dark room trying to wriggle away from who you were sure was supposed to be Iwaizumi.
But no.
Your sweet Hajime was a foot away from you, lying on his back, mouth ajar as he slept soundly. You opened your mouth to call out to him but the hand that had been keeping your breast warm and playing with your sensitive peaks cupped your mouth and that voice spoke again.
“Shh, baby, you don’t want to wake him up, do you?” Mattsun slipped his fingers out of you, your thighs trembling at the sudden emptiness but jerking when his fingers messaged your sensitive throbbing clit. “Do you really want Iwa to wake up to you moaning like a whore around my fingers instead of his?” His hand returned to your cunt immediately.
“Issei,” you whimpered. Finally, you called out his name. You craned your neck to look at him, only to be met by intensely dark, pupil blown eyes. “D-don’t do this. We can’t. Iwa will get mad.”
“Well he won’t if he doesn’t find out,” he applied more pressure on your clit. You bit the inside of your cheek to not let a moan escape you. You couldn’t. You mustn’t.
“Fuck, baby, do you feel how wet you are? You’re making such a mess,” he whispered in your ear, his fingers spreading your slick all over and your walls  clenched around nothing, now completely aware of how embarrassingly dripping you were. “You want a cock to stuff your needy little pussy don’t you? Of course you do. Remember how good my cock felt inside you? Filling you up, spreading your pretty lips apart.”
“Issei, stop, he might wake up!” You hissed, trying to move his hands off of you, unaware of how his hand that wasn’t shoved down your drenched panties was nudging his sweats down, low enough to let his cock spring loose.
“Yeah? Well then keep quiet or else I’ll tell your boyfriend how you begged me to stuff your cunt since he couldn’t,”He pulled the flimsy fabric aside and rubbed the round bulbous tip along your slit, your thighs shaking at the feeling that mixed with fear and guilt.
“But that’s not true,” you whimpered, lips trembling and close to crying. “Issei, you’re being mean. Please stop.”
“Stop being a cry baby, you know I’m weak for you,” his gaze sharpened, making you feel so much smaller than you already were. “You know that right?” He pulled you plush against him, the head of his cock caught by your entrance. He groaned as he felt the pulsates of your pussy, his patience wearing thin. “I fucking adore you. It’s not fair that Iwa gets to have you all too himself. Didn’t you miss how I feel inside of you? Remember how good that felt?”
You did. How could you not remember? You had never taken a cock so thick and long before Issei. The greed for touch and for the relief of the ache in your lower belly that he had created was beginning to fog all logic. His deep voice uttering such lewd words in your ears that sent a shiver straight down to your core and the way his hands groped and fondled you, your body couldn’t deny how good it feels.
Issei popped the head of his cock inside your entrance, electric pleasure shooting through your body.
“Do you really want Iwa to see how slutty you look? He’ll believe me more than he would believe you should he see us,” Mattsun knew he was being harsh with you, instilling fear so that he could have his way with you, to feel you, to have a chance to make love to you. His threats sounded so plausible but you didn’t know that it was just a lie. Iwa would believe you in a heartbeat, there was no doubt about that. But sweet and gullible you, didn’t have to know that.
Your lip was caught in between your teeth, not sure if you were trying to fight back the moans that wanted to escape or to cry. Your fingers clutched the blanket draped over you and Issei, hiding your almost connected bodies from the rest and your sound asleep boyfriend.
Guilt and shame clawed at your chest. You were lying so close to him, your heart ached. It would break his heart if he catches you like this, with Issei’s cock invading your cunt.
“Issei,” you whimpered, trying to wriggle away but his hold on your hips was strong and kept you trapped against him. You didn’t know what to say. The lips that peppered gentle kisses along your neck didn’t soothe the ache in your heart.
“Be a good girl for me, hm?” He pushed his cock further, your hand covering your mouth to muffle your soft cries, the sensation of him opening and stretching your walls being all too much for you. It was just as it had felt before. The feeling as if you’re being stretched to the brim, struggling to accommodate his thick, hot, throbbing length. “Relax, baby.” He cooed, his fingers resuming to massage your clit, a high pitched muffled moan leaving you. “That’s it. Good girl. You’re doing so well.”
It was too much. The scrape of his cock gliding through your walls had your cunt clenching, wanting to suck him inside of you despite the fact it wasn’t your boyfriend. You didn’t know what it was but everything felt heightened, you could feel every microscopic movement and touch, even the veins that protruded his length that were so mouth-wateringly pretty from your memory.
If you didn’t go through with this… You couldn’t finish that thought, too frightened of the consequence should you not comply. Too lost in your thoughts and forcing yourself to remain as quiet as you could, you didn’t hear the soft sound of a phone beginning to record.
His hand had left your clit and had grabbed his phone, angling it in a way your lower lips split around his cock was in frame, the way his length disappeared inside of your wet hole caught on camera.
Mattsun stilled once he was all the way inside you, eyes closing and tummy filling with mild satisfaction to be buried inside your velvety walls. Without giving you a warning, he began to move, cock gliding in and out so easily that he couldn’t believe you didn’t want this. You couldn’t see the flash on his phone beneath the thick blanket recording the way your body betrayed you, creaming around his cock while you were too busy trying to focus on not making a sound and calm your pants, mind still in conflict despite how full he made you feel.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he purred in your ear, setting a steady rhythm, the throb in your clit and the friction against your walls making you whine and flutter round him. Why did it feel so good? Your body was melting for him the same way it does for Hajime. How could you do this? You were keeping your eyes shut, too scared to open them since Hajime was only a foot away from you.
Mattsun put his phone away after a couple seconds and pulled out, only to crawl on top of you and forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist as he buries himself inside of you once more, the new position making him bury even more deeper than before. Your arms wrapped around him as if to embrace him as his hips began rutting into you, your body jolting with each deep stroke and sending continuous rippling waves of pleasure through your body.
“Issei,” you moaned into his neck, holding onto him for fear life, legs tightening around his waist. “You’re so deep—Ah!”
Mattsun captured your moans in his mouth, his lips kissing you passionately and tongue invading your parted lips, with you unable to stop him. A low grunt came from beside the two of you  and you froze, body tensing and instantly shamefully relieved when you heard the soft snores form Iwaizumi continue. He mustn’t know, you told yourself repeatedly, glueing your palm to your mouth when Issei pulled away.
Unlike you, he was on cloud nine. His hips were in a trance that felt unending, his body craved to remain one with yours. Your lashes were wet as you keen, taking every thrust so obediently. Mattsun would be lying if he didn’t find the sight of you like this, falling apart on his cock, so erotic. And the thrill of Iwaizumi finding out should he wake up was a rush that had him fucking harder into you, knowing his friends all too well that they’d be dead asleep whenever they get drunk. Despite the other bodies lying on either side of the both of you, others who also wanted to be in his place, he had you all to himself.
Breaths hot and heavy, your nails dug into the skin of his back, feeling the movements of his muscles as he rocked into you. The pressure inside you had been building up since the first thrust and had increased a thousandfold as he got faster, harder, rougher, easily bringing you close to your release. Til he had you digging your nails into his back and biting your lip so hard you could draw blood.
“Fucking take me baby, fuck,” Issei rasped in your ear, feeling the delicious way your cunt had begun to suck him in, clenching around him tighter and tighter. He wanted to feel you cum all over his cock, he needed to feel your release splay onto his thighs and drip down yours, despite wanting to keep this secret, he wanted you to make a mess. “Taking me so well. C’mon baby, tell me I fuck you better than Iwa. Tell me how good my cock makes you feel.” He whispered, words entering one ear and going out the other, not really absorbing them as your mind was fogged with none other than the sweet pleasure he was making you feel. If you were in anyway having your senses together, you’d feel ashamed and even guilty with his words.
But a deeper part of you wanted to respond, wanted to tell him how good his cock feels, how it made you feel so full and needy. It was dizzying.
“I’ll breed your little cunt when and where I want to,” he growled, the snap of his hips growing unbearably faster it was a miracle none of them had woken up yet.
And just like that, you couldn’t hold back. You lost yourself. Right or wrong didn’t matter. How could it with the way pleasure ripped through your body, a fluttering orgasm that wet his cock and your spasming thighs.
“No,” you murmured, palms pressed against his chest, a poor attempt to stop him from chasing his release. “Don’t—Issei. Not inside. Don’t.”
Your desperately whispered words fell on deaf ears when his lips against your ear let a deep groan slip pass, his hips stilling, his cock twitching. Then you felt it. That famair sensation of heat filling your lower belly, something only Iwaizumi has ever done. You could feel every drop spill inside your womb as he breathed hot and heavy in your ear, body not able to move from your orgasm.
In your moment of shock, Issei had the time to relish the feeling of spilling his cum inside you, feeling the excess that your womb could no longer take drip out your cunt. His hand fumbled for his phone, pulling his cock out a little to see the mix of yours and his cum coating his length, and quickly took another short video. Thrusting into you slowly, his cum making the glide in and out easy, he caught the sight on camera. Your pussy stained and dripping with his cum as he slowly fucks it into you, making sure to even pull away from the close up to capture your blissed out, eyes shut furrowed expression.
Something to show Makki some time with bragging rights but hide from Iwa and Oikawa, knowing that if he showed Tooru, he’d tell Iwa. Not only that, with this, he had something to hold against you so that he could have you to himself like this morning often.
He wanted to say sorry. He really did but there was no point in saying it when he didn’t feel remorse.
Gently, Issei placed a kiss on your temple before pulling out and readjusting your underwear back in place, assuming the position before any of this had happened. You were too breathless to move, body recovering from bliss that Issei wrongly pulled from you.
“Hey,” he softly spoke, pulling you close to him. “I didn’t hurt you did I?” He caressed your cheek, readjusting the oversized t-shirt you wore. You blinked up at the ceiling for a couple moments, lip between your teeth feeling your body tremble and tears slowly stream down your cheeks.
He held you closer. Your face was buried into his chest as he cooed and hushed you, having no choice but to cry and seek comfort from him since you couldn’t and wouldn’t tell Iwa about what happened.
“Issei,” you sobbed quietly, fisting the fabric of his shirt unsure if what you felt was anger or sadness.
“Im here, Y/N, I’m here.” His large, lean arms wrapped around you, trapping you in an embrace. “Iwa won’t have to know, baby. It’s our secret. I just couldn’t hold myself back…” he went in circles, trying to find the right words. “I just…I love you. You understand that right?”
You couldn’t answer, too busy softly crying into his shirt, confused and emotions mixed.  “I—I told you,” you sniffled. “Not to come inside.”
“You’re mad about that?” He asked, frowning a little. That was it? You answered him with a nod, unaware of how he stared at your flushed, puffy face with adoration. He deeply sighed and held you tighter, telling you what you wanted to hear. “It’s okay. Iwa doesn’t have to know. Besides I did it the first time remember? You looked so cute filled with my cum.” He says all this while pressing soft kisses on your face, hearing and feeling you calm down in his hold, hesitantly succumbing to him.
Yet that foreboding feeling in your chest didn’t subside.
Eventually, Issei had fallen asleep, your silence in the dead of night made him think you were too, but you weren’t. Your heart ached to reach out for Hajime, to guide you, to tell you everything was alright…to forgive you. But you couldn’t tell him and Issei got that right. You couldn’t even begin to process if it was Issei’s fault or yours. He merely loved you and you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t enjoy yourself.
The living room was gently lit in a light blue hue, the sun taking it’s time to rise. You slowly peeled away from Issei’s hold and turned to your other side, to your right where Hajime was peacefully fast asleep.
And like a kitten that remembers home, you shifted closer to him, wanting to feel the simple familiarity of him. With your head on his chest, ear pressed on it to hear the beat of his heart and an arm draped over his frame, you closed your eyes.
“You okay love?” His soft, gruff voice croaked out sleepily.
You opened your eyes to life your gaze to his face. His eyes were still closed and his breathing was a steady as ever. He wrapped his arms around you and you shakily let out a breath, yours and Issei’s secret eating away at you.
“I—,” you hesitated. The moment of silence something a sleepy Iwaizumi wouldn’t be able to decipher. “I’m fine.”
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mulberrysilk · 3 years
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ushijima being totally clueless about his size and when he’s making love to u he sees ur tears streaming down ur cheeks as u whimper about how u can barely take him even after prep 🥺🥺 and he’s so clueless he’s fucking u dumb 🥰🥰 also being confused about why ur begging but also saying u cant take him ☹️☹️ he’d def get worried and ask if u want him to slow down or pull out and u shake ur head while mumbling u want it more rough and fast smh 🙄 don’t confuse the big bb he loves u but thinks ur annoying when u send mixed signals just cuz of ur size kink 💕🥺
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Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader
a/n :Size kink + Ushijima is like my fave of all time ughhh I love this big man 😭 bless u anon foe this cause AHHHHHH UGHHHHH
cw: rough sex, dacryphilia, size kink, overstimulation, Toshi fucking you til your dumb
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You couldn’t help it. You just…couldn’t stop it.
It wasn’t his fault that you were struggling to the point tears manifested in your eyes when you feel the way he inches into you, opening you up and stretching your walls. You steal a glance at your boyfriend. His brows were pinched together in deep concentration, his cheeks were flush and he was taking deep breaths as if this was all too much for him too. Your slick dripping from your cunt after being made to cum on his thick fingers and his assaulting tongue wasn’t enough to prepare you for this. For the entirety of him.
“Toshi,” you whimper, gripping his forearm, nails digging into the skin when he pulls out and slides back in, a subtle hint of a groan rumbling from his broad muscular chest. His grip on your hips tighten as he sets his pace and the next thrust he gives you feels as if the wind got knocked out of you, you couldn’t stop the cry of overwhelm that scrapes your throat.
Wakatoshi takes that cry as a good sign and began to fuck you in reckless abandon, cock slamming against your cervix and stretching your walls to what you felt was your limit. He groans against your neck when he feels your walls pulsate around his length, the snap of his hips against yours resounded loud in the room, skin against skin.
He glances down at where you two were connected, his eyes growing darker when he sees the ring of white half an inch away from the base of his cock, your lower lips split to try and fit what you could of him. He wanted to praise you. Wants to tell you how good you were making him feel and how you were taking him so well. But when his gaze moves to your face in hopes to see your out of breath, needy and wanton expression, his heart sinks and even stops a little to see your tears.
Why were you crying? Has he hurt you? Was he fucking you too rough? He prepped you enough didn’t he?
“T-too …” your words catch his ears. “T-too big.” You bit your lip but a sound the mix of a cry and a moan leaves you.  Despite the way he was fucking hard into you and how it was always such a challenge to take all of Wakatoshi, your body craves him. And loved the way his cock impales and fills you up. It was so overwhelming good, you were in tears.
But sweet, Toshi, didn’t know that.
The rhythmic thrusts of his hips weaken, like a piston engine coming to a slow stop, but he remains buried inside of you.
“T-toshi,” you whimper, hips wriggling to tell him to keep going, making his brows furrow. “D-don’t stop. Keep going. Please. Toshi, need you.” You try to move your hips up and down against his length but it wasn’t the same when it was him thrusting into you. It wasn’t as good.
“You’re crying,” he breathes out, large hand coming to cup your cheek to wipe your tears away with his thumb, swallowing thickly at the sight of your swollen plump lips that he has imagined one too many times, sucking his cock.
“N-need you,” you whine, body aching to be touched, you cup your own breasts as if it could relieve some of the need to reach euphoria. The sight of your own hands playing with your soft mounds made Toshi want to continue thrusting into you, hard and fast that you’re body bounced on his cock. But he had self control. He needs to know why you were crying.
“I can stop if it hurts,” he says, his one hand grip on your hips loosening and now caressing your side lovingly. The cogs in his brain move even slower when you shook your head not wanting him to stop.
“No,” you breathe out, glancing down at your stretched lower lips that accommodated his thick, fat cock. “S-so big. Please move,” you squeeze his shoulders.
“Are you sure?” He asks you, still confused as more tears stream down your face when he slowly drew back, a sweet moan ripping from your throat.
“More, please, Toshi,” your legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his taut glutes . “Fuck me harder please. Want to feel all you.”
He didn’t understand why you were a mixture of cries and obscene moans but some part of him adores the tears that glistened on your flushed cheeks, and the way you were begging for him had him carnal. If you wanted rough, he’ll give it to you.
He rears his hips back while his grip on your waist tightens and he pulls away from you, getting a good view of your body and your face, adoring the way your face contorts in pleasure when he begins to thrust in and out of you, each stroke deep and strong, brushing against your walls so deliciously.
Euphoric. That’s the word that describes how you felt. You never knew you could want someone this much but when Ushijima came into your life, that changed. And he could say the same.
Your eyes were struggling to keep their gaze locked with his, your tongue lolling out out as no words could form in your brain in this hot haze. Ushijima had a rush. A rush of adrenaline that feels alike to how he felt when he was in court, that pump of speed that flowed in his veins and muscles that made him unstoppable.
He flips you over with your ass up in the air with his hands gripping your hips firmly, he stares for a moment at how your back curved when your face was against the plush pillows, breathless. His hips snaps into yours and the collision of his pelvis against your rear was a loud smack that resonated throughout the bedroom, and not only was his pistoning in and out of you, at the same time he was pulling you down onto his cock deeper, your cries and incoherent babbles and chants of his name, pulling a growl from him.
You shouldn’t confuse him like that. Telling him you couldn’t take him and crying about it but then telling him you didn’t want him to stop. But a part of him can’t deny that it stroked his ego, it made him feel powerful to know that he made you feel this way, so lost in the way he touched and pleasured you.
Your walls clench around his length, cumming hard as you sob, the orgasm ripping through you and crashing down on you like a ginormous ocean wave. His hips stutter momentarily at the suction of your cunt, walls twitching and trying to milk his seed but he wasn’t done with you. Not yet.
“Toshi,” you whimper helplessly, his pace picking up from its fast tempo, your body rocking forward into the bed as he didn’t stop. The smack of his pelvis against your skin begins to sting but his cock gliding in and out of you with your release made you moan through the overstimulation, and as Ushijima expected, more tears dampen the fabric of pillows.
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Matsukawa Issei x f!reader (ft. Makki)
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summary: ( post time skip ) He loved to tease you. Didn’t matter when, where or why. He just wanted to. He loved you of course but he also loved how needy you become after pushing your buttons which was so easy since you were such a crybaby. But he loved that too. It was supposed to be another normal night out with friends but for some reason, he felt particularly meaner tonight.
warnings : pwp, mean dom!Mattsun , mean dom!Makki, daddy kink, sub/dom dynamic, slight degradation, cuckholding, breeding kink, fingering, public setting, car sex, spanking , overstimulation, blowjob, kinda mind break? kind of birthday sex cause it’s like before his bday
words: 5.5k
a/n: so yeah, this came about because it was Mattsun day, so I just had to write it. Supposed to be a Mattsun centric fic where he’s just being a mean dom, but I just had to add Makki to the fray cause idk they’re like a packaged deal asdfghjkl anyways! enjoy lovely people!!! this just proves that my recent obsession are these two 
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Leg bouncing underneath the table, you glanced at the clock in the other end of the bar and sighed when you saw it’s barely been fifteen minutes since you got here with your boyfriend and his fellow tall towering friends.
He’s been at it for 5 minutes. It all started with his hand on your thigh, thumb caressing the smooth skin and him making a side comment about how short your skirt was but obviously, he really didn’t mind it, it was convenient for him.
Your body jolted when he sped up his massages on your clit, your lip between your teeth as you held back a moan. You kept trying to swat his hand away but Issei was adamant about playing with you while he hung out with his friends.
Issei moved the fabric to the side, the cold air blowing against your now exposed folds but the coolness quickly disappeared when his warm fingers slotted themselves between them, collecting your embarrassingly quick arousal and spreading it all over your pussy.
You shifted in your seat, thighs shutting close but Issei threw down at you a look of disapproval that sent a shiver down your spine and you, obediently inched your thighs apart while his sharp gaze softened and a small smile formed on his face, the lighting hitting his features in all the right places.
“As I said, this woman, right, made me forget who on earth Shakira was,” Oikawa concluded, a wistful smile on his face at the memory and drink in hand. “Her hips did not lie.”
“If she was so great what was her name?” Iwaizumi threw a curveball at him, directly striking Oikawa whose nose scrunched up as he tried to remember her name. Hanamaki chuckled, his chin resting on the palm of his hand and lazily rolling the liquid in his glass around, the banter between Oikawa and Iwa never ceasing even after all these years.
“Issei,” you softly whimpered, your fingers clutching the lapel of his coat.
“Are you okay Y/N?” Hanamaki suddenly asked, all their eyes on you now.
Mattsun grinned at your wide-eyed expression, like a deer caught in headlights. Your pink cheeks could be easily taken as an effect from the half-empty glass on the table.
“Oh...I’m just a little—ah—,” your breath caught in your throat, Issei’s thick fingers stuffed in your cunt.
Makki’s brows raised, warmth rising up to his cheeks at how that little exclamation sounded far from innocent. Was it just him who heard that? Or...
“She’s probably had too much to drink,” Issei played it off like nothing. Like he wasn’t pumping your tight plush walls with his scissoring fingers. “You could never hold your liquor.” He pressed a kiss to the side of your head.
You only nodded, burying your face into Issei’s arm, praying that they don’t catch on to your boyfriend’s antics.
“Gosh, you two make me so jealous,” Makki whined, ruffling his own hair. “You guys are just literally everything I want in a relationship. The last girl I went out with kept bringing up how I should get a stable job. We didn’t last more than three months. But the sex was great.”
“Was the last part really necessary?” Iwaizumi raised a questioning brow, on his second round of beer while Makki gave him a deadpan look.
“Y/N is a bit of a pillow princess really,” Issei spoke so casually.
“We can tell,” the three of them said in unison making Issei laugh heartily and you blush even more. You would usually try to defend yourself but you couldn’t think straight with how Issei was thrusting his fingers in and out of your drooling cunt.
“Always needs me to do everything for her, don’t I, baby?” He cooed but it was far from reassuring.
You tried to throw him a glare but it immediately melted into the expression he knew so well, pinched brows and your lips parted, tongue almost poking out of them, and your sweet eyes having that pleasing look to them.
“Issei’s being mean,” you muttered, hiding your face behind his shoulder.
“Am I?” He pulled out abruptly only to give a harsh slap to your pussy, making your hips writhe. The chatter from around and the bass of the music that pumped through the bar easily hid the sound of his smack that almost made you cum.
You were definitely going to get spanked when you got home if you say anything further, he might even make you count each slap and make you start again if you missed one.
“But she’s a good girl, just like she always has been since high school,” Issei added his eyes on his friend’s expressions that were far too curious about his sex life with you. “Plus, she gives immaculate head.” He praised proudly, fingers resuming to soothingly rub your aching nub.
Makki groaned in frustration, head falling onto the table as he threw a little fit. Whilst Oikawa gazed at you in a way he did back in the day, the way where he wanted to have a bite of you too but Issei had beat him to it. Iwaizumi on the other hand was red in the face and was looking away, drinking his beer in an attempt to make his silence less awkward.
“Well I can’t agree with you till I experience it,” Oikawa lightly joked but his tone was far too serious.
“Is that so?” Issei then turned to you, his lips against your ear, whispering but loud enough for only his friends to hear. “Hear that baby? Oikawa here wants you to suck him off. What do you say?”
“I’ll give you a good time, Y/N-chan,” Oikawa sang with a competitive smile.
“Choose wisely,” Issei lowered his voice, rolling your clit between his fingers.
“Just want Issei,” you let out, voice barely above a whisper as your hips began to hump against his hand, to stuff his digits deeper inside you but he had abruptly halted his ministrations.
“What did you say, my love? Could you say that a bit louder? Couldn’t really hear you,” Issei teased, teasing your entrance by barely letting his fingertips inside.
“I only want Issei,” you said louder, glazing your eyes at Oikawa who had an all too knowing look on his expression and you felt your heart drop.
He’s caught on. He knew what Issei was doing.
“You sure, chibi-chan?”
“Oi drop it Shittykawa,” Iwaizumi intervened seeing the vulnerable expression on your face like you were on the brink of crying.
“Y/N,these two idiots are just teasing,” Makki reassured, reaching for your hand on the table and giving it a gentle squeeze, offering you a comforting smile.
You wished he didn’t do that because you had an iron grip on his hand now as Issei plunged three digits into you, his pace unrelenting. The stretch didn’t hurt, it was far from being painful, Issei’s cock was still a challenge even after being together for so long but you knew he loved that. He loved it when you whined and cried at how big he was, how he stretched your little cunt, and how you could feel him nudging against your womb.
“Are you okay?” Makki asked again, his concern making you feel guilty. “They’re just teasing. Just like back in the day. Don’t mind it.”
“She’s more than fine,” Oikawa butted in a sinister grin on his face. “It’s just the alcohol isn’t it, Y/N-chan?” He giggled. “I don’t understand why you always drink with us when you’re such a lightweight.”
“Trashykawa, I swear to god if you don’t shut your pie hole I’m going to—,” Iwa grumbled like a beast ready to pounce and Oikawa immediately stiffened, raising his arms in surrender.
“Iwa-chan!” He whined.
“You two I swear...” Makki sighed, his hand still holding yours and rubbing soothing circles on it.
“Cum all over my fingers,” Issei whispered in your ear seductively, grinning at how your legs were opened wide for him now compared to how it was a while ago when you were trying to close them to stop him. “Won’t punish you when we get home, I promise. I’ll be nice and give it to you nice and deep. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
He said all this in the midst of Oikawa’s and Iwaizumi’s bickering and you nodded quickly, all coherent thoughts out the window and a pool of heat boiling in your core as you thought about later. You wanted exactly what he said. You wanted his fat cock to stuff your cunny full of his hot cum.
“Good girl,” Issei kissed the crown of your head with a proud satisfied smile. “Go ahead and cum.”
You never understood how your body always followed his commands. Everything about you just craved for him and it showed when your walls clamped around his fingers, and your legs attempted to snap close as you came.
Panting over his shoulder and shivering from your orgasm, so lost in the bliss of it, that you had completely forgotten that you were holding Hanamaki’s hand who winced at how tight you had gripped him.
Issei smirked at his best friend and the strawberry blond whose eyes almost bulged out of his eye sockets because he knew that smug look all too well, choked on his drink. Makki’s knee brushed against your own and you flinched, sensitive to anything and everything that would come in contact with your body. Makki knew that you did that after se-- How did he know that? Oh well, that’s because he picked up on it after several times of coming to yours and Issei’s place with his own key late at night. He noticed that every time you two went at it, you’d wince and your smile would falter when Issei or he touched you.
Makki gulped. ‘Issei you sly dog,’ he telepathically sent to the dark brunette with a glare. But he wasn’t gonna lie, he wanted in.
“Issei, can we go home...” you mumbled, batting your lashes at him pleadingly.
“You shouldn’t have drunk too much, baby.” Issei lightly chided, tapping your nose lightly.
“Sorry...” you stared down on your lap, pulling your skirt down.
“It’s okay, man. You two can go home. She already seems out of it,” Iwaizumi spoke up, ignoring the tension at your shared table. “Can you drive?”
“Yeah, don’t worry about me, Iwa. Worry about Makki, who’s gonna freeload off of me again and not pay for gas.” Issei threw a look at Makki who still held your hand that you squeezed gently for comfort. Your boyfriend removed his coat and draped It over your shoulders as the two of you got up, Makki following suit and sandwiching you between them protectively.
“I’ll pay for gas this time,” Makki uttered, paying his share for the drinks while Issei paid yours and his tab.
“Awee, the fun was cut short,” Oikawa pouted. “That’s okay. We can all hang out again at Mattsun’s place soon.”
“Oh? Yeah sure,” Mattsun shrugged. He didn’t really mind and if he was in a good mood, maybe he’ll let you suck Oikawa off just to prove how much of a good girl you were for him. Besides, he’ll be off to Argentina soon.
“See you later guys,” Oikawa waved as the three of you stepped out of the bar and onto the parking lot, the cold mid-autumn air making you wish you had worn tights.
You went to open the passenger seat, wanting to curl up in its warmth but Issei stopped you.
“Sit in the back with Makki,” he commanded with a kiss to your forehead before sliding into the driver’s seat, not even allowing a millisecond for you to protest.
You did as he said and stumbled a little in your heels but Makki was there to catch you should you fall. 
The car ride was almost silent were it not for the music on the radio softly humming. Head resting against the headrest, you rubbed your thighs together and shivered slightly at the dampness of your underwear that had become cold, a mess that Issei had created. You wondered if Issei would be gentle tonight...or be rough and mean, either way, you didn’t feel less loved.
“Honey,” Mattsun called out, eyes on the road and both hands on the steering wheel, you were just about to drift off to sleep.
“Hm?” You made a sound, alerting him that you were still awake.
The lamplights that he drove past by flickered against your bodies and lit up spots in the car momentarily. Issei switched off the radio. He only ever called you honey when he was going to ask something of you or was in a particular mood that you could never predict but half of the time it lead to sex.
“You okay, dude?” Makki piped in, his fingertips that were tapping his thigh to the music still tapping a steady rhythm.
“Honey, could you do me favor?”
You softly rubbed your eye, Issei watching you through the rearview mirror, heart melting at how you almost appeared to be like a lost puppy but with the will and eager to please.
“Suck Makki’s dick.”
Your eyes widened and your lips quivered, cheeks turning a bright shade of red. “W-what?”
“Go on, baby. Aren’t you going to be good till we get home? Don’t make me ask twice. Won’t give you what you want later if I do.”
Just like that, your dainty fingers were fumbling over the buckle of Makki’s belt, the strawberry blond frozen in his spot not quick enough to respond to what was happening.
“Y/N, you don’t have to!” He blurted out, heels digging into the car floor and trying to back away from you despite his cock hardening with the mere brush of your fingers.
“Don’t worry, dude, it’s fine.” Issei brushed off stopping at a red light. “She wants to. Don’t you Y/N?”
Tugging the hem of his trousers down, your dainty hand wrapped around his growing erection, swelling with every passing second. His head was thrown back as his breathing became ragged.
“Do you not want me, Hiro?” You asked him so innocently, fingers unmoving but still wrapped around his throbbing length, and you felt your walls clench around nothing.
“No. It’s not that—,” he stuttered when he felt your gentle warm breath on the head of his cock.
“Don’t be shy Makki. I know you thought about this countless of times.” Issei chuckled, shifting the gear. “Besides, you don’t want her to get punished do you?”
There was a small squeak from you when the word punished slipped from his lips and you leaned forward, Makki’s cock slipping past your lips and into your mouth.
“Ah fuck!” Makki hissed, his fingers tangling with your hair not sure whether if it was to stop you or urge you further down his length.
“She’s good isn’t she?” Mattsun hummed, feeling himself get hard at the sound of you eagerly giving Hanamaki head. He can imagine how your tongue must be swirling around him and how you hollowed your cute cheeks as you tried to take him further down your mouth till his cock hit the back of your throat, moaning at the feeling rather than squirming away when you had first started to learn to give head.
“Ah, shit. Shit, fuck! Just like that,” Makki uttered, hips jutting upwards into your throat and hissing when your it tightened around him when he did. Through heavy-lidded eyes he did a quick look over at you, getting turned on even more, to see your hand between your thighs, playing with your cunt as you bobbed your head up and obediently, his gaze lingering on the glistening slick between your inner thighs.
“Good girl.” Mattsun praised, thumbs drumming on the steering wheel, excited to get home and have you begging beneath him like a bitch in heat to fuck you hard into the mattress till you were begging to be filled with his cum. His smile dropped when he saw your hand between your thighs and immediately one hand left the steering wheel to smack your behind, making you cry out around Makki’s cock.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?” He tutted, squeezing your rear and slapping your ass again, the stinging pain spreading through your skin.
You pulled away from Makki’s cock, knowing he’d get mad if you didn’t answer, allowing the strawberry blond to catch his breath and catch a glimpse of the string of your drool and his pre-cum, connecting from the tip of his cock and your lips.
“No...” you embarrassedly reply, your hand retracting from your aching and throbbing cunt.
“Then why did you do it?” Another resounding slap bounced off the car’s interior, your fingers clutching on the fabric of Makki’s pants, tears wetting your lashes and streaming down your cheeks.
“Oi, Mattsun--,”
“Because I need daddy.”
Makki’s eyes shut at the way that nickname rolled of your tongue so sweetly. He’s heard you cry and moan it out through the walls but it was muffled, and right here right now was the real deal, and it was twisting his desire.
“You need your cunt stuffed so bad huh? Little slut.” His words sliced right through you but it only heightened your arousal.
“‘M’not a slut,” you sniffled, your hunger for Issei’s touch and your ache for release overwhelming you.  Hanamaki wanted to wrap his arms around you to comfort you but he was a bit hesitant to intervene between you and Mattsun.
“I bet you wanted to have Oikawa too hm? Lied right in front of my face that you only wanted daddy but I bet you wanted him to fuck you. Greedy little slut.”
“I wasn’t lying,” you whimpered pathetically. “I only wanted Isse—daddy. I did as daddy said.” Your lower lip jutted out. “Daddy said he wouldn’t punish me.”
“I know I did but you touched yourself when I told you not to whether I’m around or not,” Mattsun’s voice was stern and your heart was racing in your chest, eagerly waiting for him to tell you what you could do to atone for your mistake. You didn’t want him to spank you.
“I’m sorry,” you quickly apologized, shifting your body on the backseat to face him. “I’m sorry, daddy. Please, I don’t want to be punished.”
Makki was getting so turned on between yours and Mattsun’s exchange that he was so so so close to just pinning you down the plush leather seats and fucking you raw. But Mattsun was in a particularly mean mood tonight. He was going to make his pillow princess earn it.
“You really want to cum so badly?” Mattsun asked, dark eyes looking at you through the rearview mirror the indirectness of it not making it less intense. “Don’t lie to me.”
Makki took your hand and wrapped it around his cock, guiding it up and down, making you look away from him, trying to hide your face in the shadows.
“Come on Y/N, tell him the truth,” he broke his silence, a grin forming on Mattsun’s face as his best friend decided to join in the teasing. “Can I touch her Mattsun?”
“Be my guest. You better slap her ass if her fingers go anywhere near her cunt.”
“Roger that.” Makki reached down to your pussy, two digits tracing your slit that was absolutely slick. “You’re dripping wet, Y/N.”
“Like I said, a greedy. little. slut.” Mattsun repeated, each accentuated word making you flinch but your fear melted away when Makki began rubbing your clit. You leaned against him, breasts pressed against his arm and your knees digging into the seat. “Answer Issei’s question baby. I don’t think you want to make him madder than he is now.”
You immediately shook your head, teary eyes gazing up at him.
“I wanna cum,” you shamefully admitted, even humping against Makki’s fingers and whining at how good it felt to relieve your ache even with the slightest bit of contact.
“Wasn't so hard now was it?” Mattsun sighed, tugging at his pants and readjusting his cock that strained against the fabric, well more like bulged against it. He knew if you saw the imprint of his cock, you’d be drooling and on your knees, face pressed onto the floor with ass up in the air, spreading your lower lips and begging him to put it in you.
But he was driving and the ride home was a solid 45-minute drive from Shibuya.
He guessed today was Makki’s lucky day.
“If you want to cum so badly, then ride Makki.”
“Shit dude, for real?” Makki grinned like he received the noble peace prize or something but before Mattsun could even reply, you crawled into Hanamaki’s lap, straddling him. If you defied Issei once more, you’ll get punished. You bunched up your skirt high above your waist and moved your panties to the side before you rubbed yourself against Makki’s erection, your hands on his shoulders squeezing him as you coated his shaft with your slick.
He wrapped his hand around his cock, the other gripping your hips to prevent you from moving, making you whine. Why were they being so mean? Your legs shivered when Makki began slapping his cock on your clit.
“No more teasing please,” you sniffled, almost collapsing onto Makki’s chest. “Please, Hiro.” You swayed your hips a little in an attempt to line him at your entrance.
“She’s so pretty when she begs, Mattsun,” Makki commented, the two of them talking again as if you weren’t here with them, making you feel ignored and at your vulnerable weak-minded state, making you cry a little.
“She’s a crybaby,” Mattsun added, glancing every now and then at the two of you through the mirror.
“Well, we knew that since highschool. Are you always this mean to her?” He questioned, popping the head of his cock into your throbbing cunny making you gasp and whine even more because you knew that you weren’t allowed to move till you were told.
“Teasing her is fun. She makes that cute little pouty face. But when you fuck her good?” His lips tugged into a smile before sighing. “My baby is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Issei’s praise made your heart swell and your already foggy mind that he over the years, unknowingly conditioned to cater for him, told you to try to hold back just a little longer because if you were good, daddy would be nice and sweet.
“Issei,” you murmured, turning to look at him but before you could meet his eyes in the mirror, Hanamaki slammed you down onto his lap, your ass colliding on his thighs as he plunged his cock into you, a cry ripping your vocal folds.
Makki’s head fell against your forehead as he groaned, your cunt sucking him in so tight that he felt as if he wouldn’t even be able to pull out while you instantly became a babbling mess, your sentences broken.
“S-so deep,” you exhaled shakily. “T-too much...can feel you inside.” Your body had collapsed into him now, the tip of his cock nudging at your cervix. He wasn’t as wide as Issei but he was just as lengthy, and he easily reached the same exact spots that would have you gushing around him in minutes.
“Why are crying, baby? Didn’t you want this?” Makki purred, hoisting your hips up to let his cock glide out only to slam you back down, making you cry once more. “Fuck, she’s so fucking wet. She’s making a mess all over my lap.” He groaned, bouncing you on his cock.
At the next stoplight on the empty road, Issei took a glance, eyes darkening when he saw the ring of creamy white around the base of Makki’s cock.
“Greedy little whore,” he spat, landing another smack on your ass but not as hard as he does when he punished you, it was the slap that he knew would have you creaming even more around Makki’s cock.
“G-gonna cum!” You sobbed, hips meeting Makki’s upward thrusts.
“Already?” Makki teased, his fingers wrapping around your fragile neck where a thin string of silver with a cute little heart pendant wrapped around it. “Such a slut to come so easily. We just started baby.”
“Need to cum, please. L-let me cum. Daddy please!” You babbled, tears and your mascara running down your cheeks the slight restriction of airflow to your lungs making the heat in your core intensify even more.
Makki groaned when you had addressed him as so, Issei’s ears picking it up instantly as the sound easily bounced off the walls of the car while Makki bounced you harder onto his cock, your clit colliding every so often on his pelvis making you keen.
“You’re just a little cocksleeve aren’t you?” Makki growled, releasing your neck, your arms wrapping around him for support, his face buried in your breasts.
“Y-yes, yes, yes, I’m a slut!” You moaned out shamelessly, hips rolling to match Makki’s fast pace, the head of his cock kissing your warm cervix over and over again. “G-gonna cum all over daddy’s cock.”
“Yeah?” Issei licked his lips. “You like the thought of having two Daddies? You know that means double the trouble, princess. Double the punishment too.” Oh, he really couldn’t wait to fuck you senseless when you two got back home.
“Want H-Hiro and Issei. Want daddy to cum inside!” You panted and moaned, Makki’s hands under your blouse groped and squeezed your aching breasts.
“S-shit, she’s sucking me in. Fuck— so tight!” Makki guided your hips faster.
You chanted over and over like you were losing your mind. Babbling about how good he felt inside, how you wanted to be stuffed full of his hot cum as Issei does, and how desperate you were to cum.
Then, the knot inside of you. finally. snapped. Back arched into Makki and head thrown back, your mouth hung open as you clamped around him, your hips convulsing as the release you’ve been delayed of finally struck you. And it struck you hard.
But then you began to shake even more, Makki was still thrusting in and out of you, overstimulating you as he chased his release. Pistoning so quick until thick hot ropes of his cum shot into your velvety walls that still gripped him with such vice.
“Don’t let a single drop of Makki’s cum go to waste. Keep it in till we get home.” Issei demanded, his tone making you whimper as your body jolted with every thrust.
“Fuck,” Makki hissed, eyes glancing to where you two were still connected, your essence a mess between your inner thighs and his lap, and the best of all, with his cock still deep inside of you, his cum seeped out of your abused pink entrance. “Good girl.” Hanamaki praised, wrapping his arms around you till you recovered, pressing kisses all over your face and thumbs soothingly caressing your hip bone. “Such a good girl for us.” 
Mattsun pulled up to the parking lot, the timing just right. The windows had fogged up due to the heat exerted from yours and Makki’s body, and the car smelled like sex. The vehicle halted its vibrations as he removed the key from the ignition, and with the sweetest smile looked at you and Makki as if he wasn’t absolutely mean to you earlier.
“She’s good isn’t she?”
“Good is an understatement,” Makki exhaled, lifting you off of his cock and looping his arms under your knees to carry you into the house.
“I-Issei,” you mumbled, eyelids fluttering open your mascara smeared beautifully around your eyes.
“Don’t worry, baby. Daddy will fuck you nice and hard too.” He smiled, wiping the mascara ink from your cheeks with the pad of this thumb.
Your stomach flipped when you thought of Issei having his turn. You were already so tired and blissed out from Hanamaki, who now as he carried you bridal style in his arms wrapped in Issei’s coat, appeared so sweet and kind, pressing a kiss on your forehead every step of the way to the bedroom. You couldn’t believe you had sex with him...you couldn’t believe how his dominating side turned you on and how you wanted to be used by him again.
But all thoughts of Hanamaki were stripped away the same time Mattsun ripped your blouse apart and tugged your skirt and cum stained panties down your trembling legs, grabbed you by the ankles, and dragged you to the edge of the bed. Whilst Makki was laid comfortably near the pillows while your lower body dangled off the bed, the fat head of Mattsun’s cock teasing your entrance that was now drooling with arousal again and Makki’s cum.
“So, so, so messy,” he tutted, smacking your rear once again, the skin turning a bright shade of red, and before any more droplets of Makki’s cum goes to waste, Mattsun shoved it back in by burying his fat cock inside you in an instant, not giving you the pleasure of adjusting to him and already began rutting into you.
Your hands gripped the sheets, knuckles white as his pelvis and his balls slammed against your ass, a mix of his name and ‘daddy’ falling from your lips like a broken mantra.
Makki watched with a smug look on his face, enjoying the way your face contorted so obscenely with each thrust, already fucked out and begging for more. And to think he only used to overhear the two of you going at it when he walked into your shared apartment like it was his own. Now he gets to watch and even better, get to fuck you too.
“She’s so cute,” Makki sighed, unbuttoning his shirt.
“She is, isn’t she? Sorry, it took this long for you to join us, man,” Issei spoke almost normally were it not for the grunts in between when your gummy walls would tighten and flutter around him.
“Man, I would wait that long again if it meant I get to fuck her till she breaks.”
“I wasn’t kidding when I told her about having the both of us.”
Makki raised his brow. “Is this you officially inviting me to your bed?” He snorted.
“Yes,” Issei grunted, hand wrapping around the nape of your neck, pressing down to keep you still. The sound of skin slapping against skin and your whiny little moans filling the room.
“She’s so fucked out man,” Makki whistled, seeing how your eyes rolled back and shut, and drooling as Issei fucked you like a savage.
“My baby is a spoiled little brat,” he accentuated his thrust, pushing against your cervix making you cry out. “But she’s an obedient little kitten. Aren’t you?” He tugged you by the hair, raising your gaze to Hanamaki but you were so out of it you couldn’t even reply.
And when you felt Issei’s hips stutter and unload inside of you, you were in cloud nine. Your body convulsed from your own orgasm and you laid limp on the bed, trying to catch your breath as his cum overflowed inside of you. You were even a little sad that some of his cum would drip out and go to waste but the way he was kissing along your shoulder blades told you that he was happy. He was satisfied.
Matsukawa Issei can be a mean tease but he was still your man, your lover, your best friend—and you’d do anything for him. Blissed out, he carried you in his arms laying your head on the soft cloudy pillow, Hanamaki caressing your lower abdomen lovingly and whispering sweet nothings in your ear while Issei began his aftercare routine. They talked to each other while he cleaned you up so gently like you were a China doll, their words not really heard and not processed in your brain.
Just before your heavy eye lids could shut close, you caught a glimpse of the clock hanging above the bathroom door.
12:05 am
“Issei...” you managed to say, your voice small and sweet.
“What is it, baby?” He asked, lying down on your left, his face hovering over yours. The mop of curly dark brown hair on his head was a mess and his thick brows were raised conveying an uninterested expression but his eyes were vibrant and warm, and his smile was gentle...it was pure.
With whatever strength you had left, you cupped his cheek and managed a small smile that radiated nothing but your love.
“Happy birthday.”
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mulberrysilk · 3 years
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Pre-Game Ritual
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Suna Rinatarō x reader
summary: You had merely brought to him his volleyball shoes, that he may or may not purposely forgotten to lure you here pre-game...
cw: pwp, hardDom!Suna,coercion-ish, degradation, manipulation, voyeurism, use of nickname bunny, overstimulation, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it yall), locker room sex, takes place post time skip, National Team athlete Suna 🥴
words: 1k+
a/n: I know it’s been while ....uni has me so busy but I’m still working on some full length pieces and a commission sooo for now, here’s a Suna Rintarō thought I had a couple of weeks ago and finished writing today 🤡 also not that proofread 🥺sowwwyyy
—minors do not interact—
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He was tricky, that you were sure of. But as confusing and unreadable he may be, it never was something you’d call a hurdle in your relationship. It was something that kept you on the edge of your seat and it was the greatest rush you’ve ever felt in your life.
When you’d think he was going to move to leave from the comfort of the couch, he only merely shifted to lay his head on your lap, fingers lazily tracing along your thigh, pale eyes glued to the television. He could be sweet like that when he wanted too but it always made your heart race a little. Whenever you’d expect for something to be innocent it was always far from it. You supposed you would get used to it after being with him for so long and yet...he always caught you off guard.
“Suna, please,” you whimpered, his warm hands cupping your ass and his lean toned body pressing you against the wall. “Not here,” your voice barely above a whisper, eyes wildly glancing around the two of you, the hustle and chatter of the crowd reaching the locker rooms.
You had merely brought to him his volleyball shoes, that he may or may not purposely forgotten to lure you here pre-game.
Suna didn’t speak a word, only continued to suck and nibble at the sweet spot along the column of your sensitive neck, and two thick long fingers prodding at your entrance, spreading your slick all over your cunt.
“I need you to do this for me,” he whispered against your ear, his breathy desperation making your thighs clench together, only trapping his hand shoved in your panties. “No one’s going to see, I promise.”
He didn’t need to hear your response, he knew you were going to melt into him as usual. You were a needy little thing, he thought to himself as he felt a shiver of delight run down his spine at the cute gasp that left you when the tip of his cock made contact with your entrance.
“J-just—,” you sighed, breath shaking and nails digging into your palms against the wall. “Be quick.”
You should’ve been more assertive when you said no. But whenever you thought of saying no, a part of you wanted it. Wanted him to grab you by hair and growl filthy words that has always struck you so deliciously in your core. Was that bad? Was it so bad to say yes to the person you loved who needed you?
“So sweet and obedient,” he cooed , his tone void of mirth as he shoved his cock in with one swift thrust, and his other hand let go of your hip to cover your mouth knowing that you’d scream from the sudden intrusion.
Your cries were muffled and he felt your slick coat his cock despite his callousness. You were his good little slut of a girlfriend, his slut. His cum dump. His little whore. Suna praised you for taking him all the way, feeling the way your tight walls tightened around his cock, sucking him in.
Your breathy moans were hot against his palm and he felt it’s breeze quicken when he began a fast and rough pace, thrusting in and out of you harshly, heavy balls slapping against your dripping cunny.
“You’re always so wet for me,” he groaned against your ear, his hand releasing your face only to latch onto you neck, squeezing it the way you liked it. You panted as you gasped for air, shocks of pleasure rippling through your body.  “You’re spoilin’ me, Y/N.” His right hand snaked it’s way down to find your clit, pressing against the puffy swollen nub and rubbing tight circles that matched the pace he pistons in and out of you, successfully and easily, making you nice and dumb for his cock.
Just the way he liked it.
Suna expected as much. Years of being with you, he wanted to carve only the shape of his cock into your slutty cunt, so that it will only  remember and want him. Sounds impossible but the closest thing he got to that was this. The moment his cock was buried inside of you, you could never say no.
“Suna, feel s-so good,” you moaned out, body arching into the wall so that your rear stuck out more to feel his hips slam against you. The mess of your drooling cunt dripped unto the floor and the sight made Suna grin.
“You really are my sweet girl aren’t you?” He snickered, giving a slap to your clit making you keen.
“Yours. Suna. I’m yours—” You squeak, the stinging pleasure like being electrified.
“You know I love to hear you say that.” He thrusted even harder, increasing his pace to get his adrenaline going, to keep his body nice and warm before his big match. “You’re squeezing me so tight, baby, you gonna cum?”He cooed, slapping your ass this time, a moan falling from your lips.
“Yes, yes, Suna, make me cum, please,” you babbled, making meek attempts to meet his thrusts. His cock rammed into you non-stop, it was dizzying. It dragged along your walls making you tingle without fail and whenever his tip collided with the sweet spot inside you that he knew so well, made your mind go blank with nothing but the thoughts of being filled by his pretty cock.
“You won’t mind if I cum inside you then?”
You shook your head without hesitation.
But again, you should’ve not been shocked that it wasn’t just that.
“But you gotta keep it in inside of you through the  game. Gotta keep it inside your cunt till we win and get home. Can you do that?”
A string of incoherent yeses mixed with your moans lowered all you could babble. When you felt his hips stutter and still, a deep grunt rumbling in his chest, your walls fluttered around him as the start of a blissful release began to thrum throughout your body.
“Good girl,” he praised, rubbing  your clit in tight fast circles, making your walls squeeze him tighter, a low guttural grunt reverberating in his chest. “Gonna cum for me pretty girl? Gonna cream all over my cock?”
“Rin—Rin, please, please...” What were you begging for? You didn’t know, it’s just the words that flew out of your mouth as the coil inside you tightened further. It’s always like this with Suna. Just as easily as he coaxed you, you easily gave in, body and soul. 
The stickiness of your arousal slicked your thighs and his toned pelvis,  the slapping of skin against skin and your gasping moans filled the empty locker room, or what once was empty.
“Rin, please cum, hurry,” you whined, hips moving to meet his rough thrusts.
“Don’t rush me bunny,” he growled, a harsh slap to your rear following his words. The stinging on your skin only made you shamelessly moan, the collision embarrassingly sending you over the edge.
“Did my little bunny cum from that? You like that Hm?” He smirked, squeezing the flesh of your ass only to smack the supple skin, walls fluttering around his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm. “Fuck—take it. Fucking take it.”
“T-too much, Rin!” You cried, palms pressing against the tiled wall. “Wait—too much.”
Suna internally rolled his eyes and stuffed two of his fingers into your mouth, your drool wetting his digits and dribbling down your chin as your eyes began to roll back, body trembling still with pleasure.
A final grunt left your boyfriend as another warm rush washed over you, hot spurts of cum shooting into your womb and painting your walls.
“Rin,” you whimpered, feeling the heat in your lower belly and the excess of his hot cum dribble down your inner thigh.
“Good girl,” he praised, slowly fucking his release into you. “Better keep that all inside till the game is over or else...
“Rin,” you whispered weakly as he pulled away from you, stuffing his softened member back into his shorts. You shivered at the sudden emptiness and the thought of the consequences if you didn’t do as he said. Suna pressed a chaste kiss on your forehead, readjusting your outfit, pulling down your frilly skirt and spoke over your shoulder.
“Oi, Tsumu, you better finish  soon. Game is starting is 7 minutes.”
Your eyes widened at his words and leaned close to him, burying your face into his chest, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. 
“Shut up, Rinrin,” Tsumu roared back appearing from one of the shower cubicles and giving you a wink as he passed the two of you as if he wasn’t just jerking off to you and Suna fucking.
Atsumu washed his hands and did a quick check of his nails before motioning his teammate out the door. Suna followed him, stretching his neck as they made their way to the main gym, their voices echoing in the hall as you collected yourself in the privacy of the empty locker room.
“Can I join next time,Suna?” Tsumu casually asked, hands behind his head in a laid back manner.
You didn’t hear your boyfriend’s reply but still, you squeezed your thighs shut. The idea of the blond setter joining Suna’s whims making you shiver. Would Tsumu be rough? Or gentler than your Rin? Would Suna say yes to Atsumu?
You wondered for over an hour as you watched the National Team consecutively score against their opponents, but your answer was finally given when Atsumu’s eyes fell on you during their victory bow at the audience. The smirk on his face spoke louder than words and you nervously looked away to your Rin, only to see the rush of adrenaline in his eyes.
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mulberrysilk · 3 years
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and then there were two
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Hanamaki Takahiro, Matsukawa Issei x fem!reader
words : 1.5k (sorta rushed cause I needed to write it out before it disappears from my brain)
cw : stepcest, dubcon, pseudoincest,cream pie, slight degradation, mean Issei, manipulation, Makki and Issei. Yes these two are warning cause they are 🔥
a/n: just some Mattsun nii-chan thoughts ( little ficlet) 🤡 with Makki. This is my first time dabbling in stepcest agshsjs I was very much inspired to write content like this because of Queen @iwaasfairy , whom I binged all her nii-chan fics REEEE
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“Makki, we shouldn’t,” you whimpered, heat growing in your core as he nipped and sucked the sensitive column of your neck. “Please, stop.” You sucked in a breath when he rubs his clothed erection against your crotch, the thought of you having caused that making you gulp. Your nii-chan told you to never let other boys touch you. “Nii-chan will get mad.” Your hands pathetically tried to push him off.
“Issei? Pft, it’s not fair that he gets to have fun with you,” he scoffed, cupping your breast through your cotton camisole as you froze beneath him. Does he know about yours and Mattsun’s interactions? Did he hear the two of you that one night nii-chan was so needy, he went to your room right next to his where Makki slept, and fucked you with his large hand over your mouth.
“That’s not true,” you denied and Makki moved his gaze to you, brows raised and his heavy lidded eyes conveyed a look of disbelief, almost telling you to not lie to him. “Please, Hiro, nii-chan will get mad. I don’t want you to get in trouble.”
Makki’s heart melted at that little sentiment. His lip jutted out in a pout, mockery and faux empathy behind them, but you didn’t know that. “You don’t want me to get in trouble? That’s so sweet of you Y/N,” he cooed, still remaining on top of you. “I didn’t know you cared for me like that. Do you like me sweetheart?”
Your eyes widened and your face grew hot. You turned your face away in attempt to hide your fluster and your little secret crush on him. But your reaction only answered his question.
“Don’t be shy,” he chuckled softly, still straddling you on your mattress. “I have a crush on you too. So don’t push me away.” He leaned in to kiss you but you turned your head away, looking at your door scared that Issei could walk in any moment. “You know we only get in trouble if we get caught.”
“Huh?” Before you could process what was happening, your panties were pushed to the side and his hard bulbous tip poked at your entrance, somewhere Issei-nii forbade anyone else to touch. “Hiro, n-no,” you protested fists pounding again his chest. “Issei-nii is just next door—ah!”
“Fuck,” Makki groaned, cock buried inside of you in one swift thrust. Tears welled up in your eyes at the sudden fullness in your tummy, you whimpered pitifully as your walls fluttered and burned, not having had enough time to adjust to his cock. “I always dreamed about fucking you.”
Your hands flew to your mouth to muffle the screams and even moans, that were leaving you as Makki set a pace, fast and deep.
“Shit, you’re creaming around me, baby,” he grinned, eyes set on where the two of your were connected, the pretty little cunt of his best friend’s little sister split around his cock. “Do you like my cock that much?”
Your swayed your head from side to side, too scared to move your hands from your mouth as your body reacted to his ministrations on it own.
Makki sighed, pausing for a moment. Maybe he’ll go away. Maybe it’s over. Maybe you saying you didn’t like how he felt inside you, which your body actually did, would make him stop. Stop you from getting in trouble with nii-chan and get away from his punishments.
But no. It wasn’t enough. His hands pushed your knees to your chest, your eyes widening at how much exposed your traitorous cunt was.
“That’s too bad...” he snickered and reared his hips back till the tip almost left you, only to thrust back in. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t change your mind.”
You screamed into your hands, pleasure dulling the pain and horror of everything that was happening. You had to stay quiet but at the same time you wanted to call for Issei. Makki was rough, too rough. He wasn’t as soothing as your Issei-nii. He wasn’t kissing you to make the pain of the stretch go away. Yes you had a crush on him. But you didn’t like how he was doing this to you right now. Didn’t like the way he went about it.
“Issei-nii,” you softly croaked, hands gripping the sheets as you sobbed.
“Wrong name, baby,” Makki grunted, moaning at how your walls sucked him in, tight and warm as Mattsun had once told him.
Little did you know, your step brother was outside in the hall, palming his hardened cock in his sweatpants as he listened to you and Makki. How sweet of you to call out to him while his best friend fucked you. Makki won’t be too happy about that which was too bad for you.
Soon enough, he entered the room, the light from the hallway pouring into the dark and lighting your disheveled figure beneath Makki, cunt drooling around his cock, so wet that it stained the white sheets.
Your eyes shot to the door, the tears in your eyes making Issei’s cock twitch with need, and he really almost lost it when your little hand reached out to him while Makki pounded into you.
“I-Issei—ah!—Issei-nii,” you cried out, the knot in your stomach tightening further. “I’m sor—
“Save it, Princess.” Okay that was a little too harsh of him but did he really care? The hurt in your eyes as he said that only made him want Makki to fuck you even harder. “It’s rude of you to say my name when Makki’s the one filling your greedy little cunt. I’m disappointed.” Your heart sank. “I thought I taught you better than that,” he sighed. “And he’s in love with you too.”
He said he liked you. He didn’t say he loved you. And just like that, guilt stabbed you in the chest.
“H-Hiro,” you nervously squeaked, panting when his length dragged along your sensitive walls. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings—ah!” He flipped you over on to your stomach, his hands gripping your hips as he slammed his pelvis unto your rear, his pace not faltering as he took you in this position that had him reaching deeper.
“We can forgive you,” Makki hummed, squeezing the flesh of your ass. “Can’t we Mattsun?”
Mattsun sat on the edge of the bed, observing your face that was buried into the mattress, your cheek pressed onto the white sheets and tongue lolling out as you moaned, so close to cumming.
“Of course we can.” He caressed your cheek. “Only if she will agree that she’ll be our little slut. What do you say Y/N?”
Makki stopped just when you were about to cum.
“N-no, no! Don’t stop,” you sniffled, close to crying at how your orgasm was denied. “Need to cum, Hiro. Please make me cum.”
“So now you want me to fuck you,” Makki teased, slowly rubbing your clit. “I’ll make you cum if you answer Issei’s question. Will you be our little cum slut? Hm?”
“Yes!” You cried out. At this point you didn’t care or truly understand what you were getting into, you just needed that high you were so close to getting. “I’ll be Hiro and Issei-nii’s cum slut, please, Hiro. Make me cum. Please.”
“I love it when she begs,” Issei groaned.
“She’s so cute when she does. God, and to think you had her all to yourself,” Makki began to pick up his pace, thrusting in and out you, already a moaning babbling mess for him.
“Good girl,” Issei praised, petting your head lovingly. “Why won’t we make Makki’s first time with you memorable Hm? Why won’t we let him cum inside you.”
“Fuck, dude, for real?” Makki’s brows pinched together close to cumming.
“Go ahead,” Issei shrugged off like it was nothing. That was all Makki needed to continue fucking you even through your orgasm, over stimulating you till he pumped you full of his cum.
“Nii-chan,” you whimpered, one of your hands had managed to lace with his large ones when all this was happening. Your thighs were trembling and you shivered when you felt Makki’s hot cum drip down your thigh.
“Shh, you did so well,” he hushed, caressing your tear stained cheek. “Think you can let nii-chan fuck you too?”
Your eyes shifted to his lap where his length bulged through his sweatpants, the one that took your first time, the thick fat cock that stretched you every single time without fail. One your nii-chan made sure to have you crave for after several instances of him telling you that what you two were doing was okay and that you were just helping him out, relieving his stress and the ‘painful ’ ache of his cock.
“Will nii-chan be gentle?” You looked at him through your lashes, breathing heavily as you tried to calm your breaths.
He laced his fingers with yours and gave a gentle kiss to your knuckles. “I can’t promise I will but I’ll try. I’m a little jealous that Makki has you so breathless...do you think he fucks better than me?”
“Clearly, I do,” Makki chuckled, pulling out and watching with adoration the way his cum leaked from your cunny.
“Nii-chan,” you whimpered, Issei pushing Makki aside, deep chuckles rumbling in their chests as he settled between your thighs, ready for his turn.
He pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead, knowing exactly how it’d fool you into a false sense of security and have you deeply believe in him, that you obeyed without hesitation.
He loved you, he really did. He would never let anyone hurt you nor touch you like he does. That was his privilege and now Makki’s. He trusted Makki with his life and in the end of day, if you end up marrying him, it gives Issei a peace of mind cause it wasn’t some good for nothing stranger. Him and Makki knew you, in and out. Besides with his best friend in the equation, people would never catch on to how you let your sweet good ol’ nii-chan use you like a cocksleeve.
“Let’s show Makki how cute you really are when you’re properly fucked.”
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Miya Osamu, Miya Atsumu x f!reader
summary: they were sweet, fun and caring friends to have in your life, it was almost so easy and comfortable to be with them, as if you had those sitcom friendships that always had each other’s backs. But that’s what they wanted you to see. Blind to their lingering gazes and touches, Miya Atsumu and Miya Osamu pined after sweet, gullible you. Their mere crush grew possessive, they had come to an agreement that they would both share you, after all they were brothers. Their little long term plan to woo you was interrupted when you strayed from the path they were creating for you…so before they could lose, they had to seal the deal. Show you how much they loved you, and how you belong to them.
cw: yandere behaviour, kinda slow burn, smut, dubcon, panty stealing, possessiveness, praise kink, jealousy, manipulation, coercion, size kink, creampie, kinda mind break
words: 5.6k+
a/n: finally finished this commissioned piece for @belpomme !!! It took me so long cause there was so many ways to go about it and I rewrote the events quite a lot till I was satisfied. But Ah!! It’s done! Thank you so much for commissioning me! It’s so flattering and humbling that you trusted me to write your idea/fantasy for you. I hope it meets your expectations!
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“Atsumu, could you help me with that?”
Tearing his gaze away from the little heart shaped pendant resting just below that part where your collarbones almost met, he got up from his seat.
The library was particularly empty this afternoon and the spot that you always studied or hung around at was always secluded from where the crowd usually studied.
Even though you had asked him for help, you were still attempting to reach for the book high on the bookshelf, skirt rising higher, a part of him chanting for it to go higher and reveal what cute panties you were wearing today beneath your modest outfit. He easily reached over you, intentionally standing behind you to have you stumbled backward into his chest, a smirk forming on his face as his fingers skimmed through the spines of the books, to keep you closer.
“Which book was it?” He said in a nonchalant tone, his nose close to the crown of your head where he could smell the sweet scent of your shampoo. Did you change it? It smelled more like Jasmine than lavender today.
“This one,” you stood on your tiptoes, finger tapping the red bound book, unknowingly rubbing your ass on Atsumu’s crotch, his breath hitching.
Little tease. Atsumu clenched his jaw but plastered on a smile, retrieving the book for you, admiring the way your eyes sparkled with thanks. He wondered if they’d sparkle like that when your pretty pink-tinted lips were wrapped around his fat cock.
“This is the book I need to tutor Samu with later,” you murmured to yourself, flipping through the pages with care.
Atsumu raised a brow. Samu? Needs tutoring? Since when?
“You share a class with my brother this semester?” He asked, hands finding their way deep in the pockets of his jeans.
“Mhm,” you hummed, packing your stuff into your bag. “We have English class together. He’s having a little trouble with some grammar but I know he’ll be quick to catch on once he gets it.”
Atsumu’s eye twitched but he plastered on a smile, offering to carry your bag on the way out of the library, heart racing when your smooth fingers brushed against his momentarily. Just the effect he wanted to have on you.
“Could I crash at yours for a bit? Just wanna chill before I go for volleyball practice,”
“Oh, yeah sure,”
Too easy. Atsumu internally sighed. What if it was some other guy? Would you have let them into your room like this? Or was it only something he was allowed to do? The latter made him giddy.
In the spacey one-bedroom apartment, he could just smell you. This was heaven for him and the fact that he came here often because of how good he was as your ‘friend’, was a perk he was never giving up. And it seemed to be completely normal now to have both him and Samu come over to yours.
“I’m going to shower real quick okay.” You announced, throwing your keys into the white little dish that also had spare change sat upon the surface of the wooden accent table.
He gave you a thumbs up watching you comfortably (as if you two lived together), disappear into the bathroom, towel in hand. He stretched his long limbs to not seem too inconspicuous and the moment he heard the squeak of the shower knob and the loud gushing sound of the water colliding with the bathroom tiles, like he’s done so many times before, he made his little sweep.
Atsumu scanned every inch of your apartment for any signs of any changes or anything that he could learn more from you. He stepped into your bedroom, eying your made up bed that he wanted to ruin as he pinned on you on it, littering kisses along your unmarked skin, fantasies going wild before making his way towards your drawers, pulling them out just a little but enough to see what they contained.
It was still organized the same way. First drawer, shirts, and strappy singlets. Second drawer, your sportswear. The last two were his favorites. Your cute variety intimates. He wondered which were you going to wear after you had showered. Was it going to be the pale pink bra with flower-patterned lace? Were you going to match it with the pale pink panties too? Or were you going to opt for no bra and wear those white cotton panties that were an ironic classic for cute girls like you?The thought of it made his cock twitch in his jeans and the reminder of how your ass rubbed against it earlier made him groan. How easy it was to be around you...maybe it’d be easy to have you too...make you all his. Slowly but surely.
Minutes before you got out of the shower, Atsumu poked his head inside, your body’s silhouette seen through the shower curtain. Your hand caressed your sides, lathering your body with the vanilla-scented shower gel and as much as he’d love to watch, he was here for another souvenir.
Turning to the hamper by the door, he lifted the woven lid and smirked at the sight of the pretty intimates that you had used today. The white bra and matching underwear were on top of everything else and he bit his lip at the thought that you had worn these earlier when you two were at the library.
Hearing the shower water halt, he tensed and quickly picked up the white lace panties, and shoved them in his pocket before quickly slipping out the bathroom and lying down on the couch in a lazy manner.
And just as you always have, you didn’t expect a thing.
“Samu’s close by,” you uttered, walking out of the bathroom in an oversized sweater and cotton shorts, and damp hair wrapped in a towel on your head, phone in hand.
The view of you like this was so domestic, the private you that you didn’t show anybody else, he imprinted your loungewear in his brain every single time he was here. If you were all his, he’d see you like this every day won’t he? If you were his, he’d have you not wear any panties at all around him…
His cherished alone time with you was short-lived when he recognized that sweater that he had stolen— he meant, borrowed, before.
Fifteen minutes before the stroke of 4, Samu arrived, not giving his older twin any notice, the same unamused expression on his face.
“Y/N...that’s my sweater,” Osamu pointed out.
Atsumu’s ears caught those words immediately. Jaw clenching and seeing red. He was right.
“It is?!” Your cheeks burned up.“No wonder I didn’t recognise it. I thought I had bought it and forgot...I’m sorry Samu,” you sputtered, hands waving in front of you as you bashfully tripped over your own words. 
“It’s okay,” Samu chuckled, a small smile forming on the dark ash greyed hair twin, taking off his shoes before stepping inside, his frame towering over you as he gently patted your head. “Looks better on you anyway.”
And you, easily flustered at his attention.
Atsumu’s hands balled into fists. He didn’t miss the subtle taunting smirk his brother threw his way as he walked in.
“Ah, Tsumu, you’re here too? Don’t you have practice?” Osamu asked innocently, sitting himself down by the coffee table where the two of you were going to study.
“I’ll be going soon,” Atsumu turned his nose up and huffed.
“You better tuck that in better, Tsumu,” Samu deadpanned, his voice soft so that only his twin could hear him.
“Eh?”
Osamu’s finger was pointed at his jeans pocket where a part of the white fabric of your panties stuck out and immediately, he shoved it in deeper before you could walk out of the kitchen.
The younger twin grinned, masking his annoyance.
“You’re such a pervert.”
“Shut yer trap,” Atsumu hissed, arms crossed over his chest. “You’re just as bad.”
“How so?” He leaned back into his palms, unfazed.
“You don’t need tutoring. You’re a liar..”
“So are you. We all have our secrets, Tsumu.”
That was undeniably true.
But they shared one secret together and that was you. Their desire and want for you. It was evident to them the moment they met you, that they were both going to get in each other’s way of vying for your love and attention. One would even say they were at each other’s throats to be able to claim you, if people only knew the situation they would pity you instead of gossip behind your back about what on Earth both gorgeous Miya twins saw in you in horrid green jealousy and how oblivious you were. Or if you actually liked having them at your disposal, on a string.
But it wasn’t like that. No, it was far from it.
The Miya twins were effortlessly playing you like a symphony, no note missed, all notes played with precision, all in perfect tempo, and the piece was far from done, it was still in the development stage. The high point was yet to come. They just needed to make sure that no one would get in the way of their plans and most importantly, that you don’t truly catch on to their double meaning intentions.
“Samu,” you giggled one cool spring day, Osamu playfully tickling you after he teased you about how ticklish you were, the homework on the coffee table forgotten for now as he pinned you beneath him, enjoying the rush of adrenaline of the thought of how it would be so easy to kiss you from his spot. “Tsumu, help!!!”
Atsumu from his seat across you only jutted out his lip and tilted his head, enjoying the image of you pinned down by his brother.
“Samu! That tickles,” you tried to push him off, giggling and laughing, your hand shyly covering half of your face when you laughed too hard. “Stop!” His fingers attacked your sides, making you squirm.
Atsumu thought of the many ways he could make you squirm and when that time came, you wouldn’t be laughing.
“Stop! You’re making me laugh all ugly! Stooppppppp-
Samu’s gentle smile fell at what you said and before you could even blink, your wrists were pinned on either side of your head, a furrowed expression on his handsome face. His older brother tensed at the sudden change, not liking where this was going. Was Osamu going rogue?
“Yer’ always pretty, what are you talking about?” He spoke as a matter of fact. “You don’t ever have to hide or feel shy around me Y/N. I accept you for all that you are….Besides, we’re close.... aren’t we?”
Heat exploded in your cheeks and you turned your face away, not able to withstand the intense gaze of those gorgeous grey eyes. You didn’t think Samu would ever see you like that and your heart raced in your chest in anticipation, realizing the position you were in right now and how inappropriate it was. Osamu’s thighs straddled your waist and you wondered if he could feel how hot your body was becoming, little did you know he did.
“S-Samu,”
But Osamu decided it was not yet time and it was enough that he had begun planting the seeds of his thorny vines, not missing the way his brother’s eyes darkened and how a smirk was plastered on his face.
“We should get back to studying,” Osamu moved away from you, your heart sinking at the loss of his touch and warmth. But that lack of touch would be made up with him intentionally leaving his jacket or sweaters in your apartment, knowing how much you’d like them, and knowing that it would make the romantic girl inside of you, giddy.
More so, he enjoyed how you would wear them to classes. Atsumu would throw him a glare because he’s borrowed those same pieces of clothing as well, annoying him and making him pout cause it felt like he was rubbing it in his face. To wear your significant other’s clothing was a reminder that they were taken, that they were marked and claimed by someone.
But despite the competition between them, they worked together and when they did, they were meticulous with every single action to make sure you’d never catch them. Never catch them stealing your panties when they felt like it or catch them ogling you while you napped so comfortably on the couch with your head on either Samu’s or Atsumu’s lap unsuspecting of their so-called devotion to you.
The twins were slowly digging their claws bit by bit as the weeks and months went by, they were getting close, so close, so finally close for their talons to pierce through your soft skin and make you completely theirs.
The two handsome men were basically roommates of yours now with how often they hung around you, and you never second guessed it. How could you? They only showed you what you needed to see. 
But who, who was this other contender garnering your attention from them? Who has begun messaging you when you’re with them and whisking you away from your usual hang out with them on campus? And how did he easily steal you away from them? Who did he think he was?
Atsumu grumbled to himself as he watched that tall brunette place a kiss on your forehead, his large hand resting low on your back, so close to the curve of your ass in that cute mini skirt.
“Who is he again?” Osamu calmly asked from beside him, opening the can of coffee from the vending machine.
“Some guy from the Swimming Varsity,”
“He’s got his hands on our Y/N,”
“Apparently they’re dating,”
“Really? She never mentioned him at all.”
Atsumu sighed. “Well, from what I’ve heard, that guy is Mr. Perfect. Everyone likes him. Couldn’t even get any dirt on him too.”
“Nobody’s perfect, Tsumu.” Samu concluded, crunching the coffee can in his fist before shooting it in the bin. 
And he was right.
Atsumu heard from the gossiping hens in the class mention your name during their break in between classes, whispering bad things no doubt.
“She was always so nice...wouldn’t think she’d be such a slut though,” Mia twirled their hair in her finger, eyes on her phone as she spoke.
“I thought she was with Atsumu—or was it Osamu?”
“I bet she was fucking them both,” Mia scoffed, her pretty face and well-groomed aura screaming nothing but self-centred and bitter. “They probably got tired of her and she latched onto the next guy who gave her any attention.”
“But she was always so nice to me...she doesn’t seem like that.” Another girl said.
“We never know how people really are,” Mia’s voice softened, feeling a slight pang of guilt as the thought of you were just naturally completely naive and unaware of the boys in your life using you. Now that, she thought, would be tragic.
Atsumu for once agreed with the girl and decided to keep an eye on Eiji, not liking the way he has you wrapped around his arm when you should be with him. 
“Are you seeing anyone Y/N?” Osamu suddenly asked, tone monotonous and his eyes glued to the movie on the screen.
It was Saturday night. Movie nights were on Friday’s but you had been occupied that day. And that DIDN'T sit well with the twins.
Squeezed between the two you shifted in your seat, a telltale sight that you were too shy to talk about such a thing.
“Why’d you ask ‘Samu?” You answered him with a question, hands fidgeting with the hem of your oversized shirt, not really remembering if it was Atsumu or Osamu’s.
“There’s a hickey on your neck,” he pointed out, Atsumu masking his laughter with coughs.
Your cheeks and ears burned, and your hand came to your neck where Eiji had kissed you when he had tried to take things further but was cut off from doing so when their coach called for a meeting, leaving you all hot and bothered.
Atsumu took a peek and grinned. “He really left a mark. Didn’t take you to be that kind of girl, messing around like that,” he teased, poking your side causing your fluster to increase a thousandfold, heart beating fast as you remembered the way Eiji’s hands had touched and caressed your skin.
“Why do you guys care anyway!” You tried to slap Atsumu’s hands from tickling your waist.
“Just wanna make sure that you’re well taken care of,” Osamu answered as calmly as ever, Atsumu half expected his brother to be pissed off.
“Aren’t we enough for you, Y/N?” Atsumu suddenly questioned, catching you off guard.
“Enough? What are you guys—!” You squeaked when Atsumu’s breath fanned over the hickey left on your neck, lips brushing against it making your thighs squeeze together as suddenly you felt sandwiched between the two.
“Or were you just trying to get our attention?” Osamu purred in your other ear, his hand on your thigh inching up dangerously high.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you whimpered in Atsumu’s hold, his arm wound tight around your waist and his nose buried in the crook of your neck as he shifted you onto his lap.
“Oh, Y/N, if you wanted our attention you could’ve just said so,” he hummed while Osamu caressing your calves gently extended your legs so that he could settle between them.
“Guys, what...” you couldn’t process what was going on and what was worse, was all words seem to fail you.
“You didn’t have to go make us jealous by hanging out with some other guy,” Atsumu continued warm breath against your ear, his hands below your breasts.
“That’s not what I was doing—,” once again your sentence was cut off when he groped and squeezed your breasts through your shirt. “Tsumu!” You exclaimed, cheeks burning and feeling utterly embarrassed.He pinched your nipples between his fingers making you wriggle and squirm on his lap, legs attempting to shut close but Osamu obstructed them.
“Did Eiji touch you here too?” There was jealousy laced in Atsumu’s voice as he fondled your breasts, prickles of warmth tingling through your skin. “Stop it,” you tried to push his hands away. Your breath hitched when Osamu’s warm hands caressed your inner thighs, throwing one leg over his shoulder so that he could trail kisses along your thigh. “This isn’t funny,” you whined, squirming. “Both of you—
“Oh...looks like he’s left a mark here,” Osamu spoke, voice cold as his fingers traced the faint spot of darkened skin. Calm as he was on the outside, he was actually fuming. He could feel his blood boil at the thought of someone else getting this close with you, marking your skin, kissing you in places that were so intimate. “Do you open your legs for just anyone?”
“N-no, I’m not like that,” you protested, voice breathy and shaking, trying to pull down the hem of the oversized shirt to cover your intimate area. ‘Samu blinked at the sight of your cotton underwear, holding his breath at the thought of you being in this same state with another man.
“You know, you can only be like this around us right?” Osamu asked, pressing his palm against your mound making you gasp and writhe.
“Samu!” His fingers were hot against your sensitive area,  he traced the slit of your cunt before settling to rub circles on your sensitive nub. “N-not there!”
But they didn’t listen. Small shy whines of embarrassment left you as they played with your body, Atsumu pinching your nipples and fondling your breasts, Osamu toying with your cunt, fingers spreading the growing slick all over your folds. Your breaths were heavy and your body was warm, and there was a scorching heat pooling in your lower belly.
“Has he touched you here, Y/N?” Osamu asked, two fingers poking at your entrance. Through heavy-lidded eyes, you looked at him. His gaze at your cunny made you want to squirm away but when his grey orbs met yours with a steel stinging stare, you shook your head. “He didn’t? That’s good.”
“Only we can touch you like this right Y/N? Eiji wouldn’t be able to make you feel as good as we do.” Atsumu purred in your ear, nibbling at your earlobe, a warm shiver shooting down your spine all the way to your aching core.
“I—I,” you tried to find your words, not sure what theirs meant, your mind hazy from the sensation of both their touches. “I don’t know.” 
“Awe, hear that Samu? She’s not sure,” the blond cooed, pressing a gentle kiss on your neck. “Which only means we have to prove it to her.”
“P-prove what?” Your voice trembled, searching Osamu’s dark grey eyes for an answer but his gaze was where he was touching you.
“Prove that only we can make you feel good.” Atsumu went on, his hands now underneath your shirt cupping your breasts and rolling your stiff nipples between his fingers without the layer of your shirt, eliciting a shaky gasp from you.
“Prove that you only need us,” Osamu added firmly, voice low, tugging down your panties with such care and discarding them somewhere in the living room. “Look how pretty, Tsumu.” His fingers were trailing along your folds, undoubtedly slick from the way they have been touching you.
“St-Ah! Stop,” you whimpered, Osamu’s thick fingers spreading your cunny to get a good look, your heart racing the closer he got to your heat that betrayed you as it pulsated and throbbed. But when you felt him, felt his wet tongue flick against your swollen clit, you moaned.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Atsumu groaned, rubbing his groin against your ass, the sensation of his stiff cock against you making your skin tingle. “Be good for us, Y/N, and we promise to take such good care of ya.”
“Mmfhf!” You bit your lip, not able to reply or let Atsumu’s words settle in, how could you when Osamu buried his face into your cunt, sucking your clit while two thick digits that felt like three of your own were curling inside of you. “S-Samu.” Your fingers flew to his fading ash grey tresses.
You could feel him smirk against your core, heat building quick in your tummy, and walls contracting around his fingers. His tongue didn’t cease its attack on your clit, licking and sucking the sensitive pearl that got you wetter. Atsumu’s kisses grew rougher, the feeling of your skin being nipped and sucked on making you slip into this drunken state.
“You’re close aren’t you?” Atsumu purred and you finally responded to his words with a quick nod, eyes shutting as Osamu brought you closer to the edge. “Good girl, you like that don’t ya? Once Samu’s done, you’re not gonna leave me out in all the fun right?”
You nodded again without any thought, the curl of his Osamu’s thick digits inside you increasing in speed, an obscene wet sound filling the room. Feeling a third finger try to fit their way into your tight hole, you cried out, feeling full as it slowly joined his other two. Once it was in, your lips parted in a silent scream as you saw white, body arching off Atsumu, and legs shaking over Osamu’s shoulder, cumming quickly with a pang of shame within you at how three of his fingers made you cum so easily.
A hum of delight rumbled deep in Osamu’s chest and he lapped your release greedily, his hands hooked around your thighs to keep you from moving, prolonging your orgasm.
“Ah!” Your hands went to push him away as you writhed, his tongue still unceasing but Atsumu grabbed both your wrists and kept you from pushing his twin away. They both relished at the way your body convulsed with pleasure, your face contorted in lewd contemplation as your slick dripped down your core, a sight that made Atsumu lick his own lips.
“You made such a mess baby,” he cooed, holding you in his arms as Samu pulled away, letting his brother carry you to your bedroom and following the two of you.
“Tsumu,” you whimpered, fingers clutching onto the fabric of his shirt. Your body was tingling all over and your cunt pulsated from Osamu’s assault. No logical thought formed in your mind as you floated in this plane where all you could feel was warmth and how sensitive you were to their touch.
“I’ll make it all better, Y/N,” Atsumu reassured you, cock straining in his pants at how you sweetly murmured his name. He laid you gently on the bed, dipping his fingers between your folds, groaning at how slippery and hot your arousal was. He couldn’t hold back from pressing on your clit despite knowing that you were still sensitive.
Samu nestled himself to your side, gently tilting your head to face him so he could kiss you before you had the chance to gather your thoughts and utter words of protest. The taste of you lingered on his lips and you could taste yourself as his tongue sucked gently on yours, kissing you in a way you’ll never forget about him.
Atsumu took this chance to free his cock from his sweats, stripping himself quickly and discarding his clothing without a care of where they ended up, he wrapped his fingers around his cock, fisting his length a couple of times he aligned himself at your entrance, spreading his precome all over your cunny.The fat head of his cock was pushed into your little hole with a gentle lean of his body, your walls clenching immediately at the sudden intrusion.
“Tsumu…” you breathed out, whimpering at the feeling of the head stretching your cunt. You glanced at where he was connecting with you only to feel your heart jump in your chest at the sight of how pretty his cock was, and thick. Thicker than you’ve ever had. Osamu watched as your puffy cunt tried to take his brother, licking his lips at how it seemed to struggle to accommodate his size as Atsumu slowly sunk into you, groaning when he pushed through the first tight ring that made him slip inside easier.
“T-too big!” You whined, nails digging into Osamu’s forearm draped across your waist.
“You can take it,” Atsumu cooed, pressing his palm against your lower belly. “You can take me, can’t you?”
“I-I don’t know, Tsumu,” You cried, feeling him inch deeper inside you, stretching your walls and filling you up, a fullness you’ve never felt before. “S-Samu.”
“I’m right here baby,” Osamu whispered in your ear, hand snaking down your abdomen to give attention to your swollen clit. The pad of his finger against the nub made your hips buck up, unintentionally pushing against Atsumu, his cock fully sheathing inside you, hot tip nudging against your cervix.
“Ah, fuck,” he hissed, his fingers squeezing the flesh of your thighs. “So tight. Look Y/N, I’m all the way inside of ya. Feels good doesn’t it?”
You shook your head from side to side, chest tight as you breathed heavily, trying to adjust to his size. You should have had more fight in you to reject their touches, the touches that left a scorching heat on your skin, in every fiber of your being. But…they felt so good.
A broken moan left you when the electric pulsates of pleasure twitched in your throbbing core, Osamu’s fingers rubbing circles on your clit making your walls hug Atsumu’s cock. Not even Eiji has gotten this far and you felt almost guilty for not feeling bad or disappointed that it wasn’t him you were with.
“You’re such a good girl, Y/N. You’re taking me so well,” Atsumu praised, rearing his hips back till the tip of his cock left you only to sink back to the hilt, scraping your walls deliciously. Your back arched as your whole body throbbed. Then he began to move, that taut feeling in your core tightening further. You could feel the way that prominent vein in his cock felt against your walls, being opened up and stretched over and over with each thrust he gave you.
The room began to fill with the lewd wet sounds of skin slapping against skin and Atsumu’s groans and filthy words, and your own moans, that shamelessly fell from your lips as you succumbed to the tingling pleasure that took control of you.
“You’re making such a mess,” Osamu rasped against your ear, fingers drenched with your overflowing essence. He brought his hand up to your eye level to show you his slick covered digits. It was hard to keep focus when your whole body was jolting with how Atsumu rutted mercilessly into you.
Samu brought his fingers to his lips, tongue darting out to lick them. “Why don’t you taste yourself Hm?” Before you knew it, Osamu’s two thick digits were shoved into your mouth. Your tongue fought against his fingers, crying around them as the burn in your inner thighs from where Tsumu’s hips slapped against yours began to sting.
“P-Please,” you croaked out, not entirely sure why you chose that word.Osamu withdrew his fingers from your mouth, making you gasp for air, your hips beginning to try to meet Atsumu’s thrusts, greedily like a touch starved whore. “Tsumu, please.” Your resolve, gone.
“Use your big girl words, Y/N,” Osamu purred in your ear,  hand skimming along your abdomen teasingly, making you crave attention to your swollen, throbbing  clit. You panted hard, the whistles of your breathing mixed your whines and your head spun as you stared entranced by where you and Atsumu were connected, his cock slick every time he drew out of your cunt, shocks of pleasure crashing and going like waves.
“Want to cream all over my cock don’t ya?” Atsumu hissed, hands on your hips becoming bruising tight. You nodded eagerly, your hands wrapping around his wrists for leverage as you moaned and babbled about how good he was making you feel.
“F-feels so good!” You cried out, back arching the moment Osamu’s rough fingers finally began to rub your clit, your eyes rolling back at the numbing pleasure.
“Only we can make you feel good right, Y/N?” Samu grinned against your neck, sucking and nipping at the soft skin.
“O-only Tsumu and—Ah! Samu!” This was far intense than any hookup you’ve ever had, you felt as if you were losing your mind. Your thoughts consisted of nothing but where they touched you, how Atsumu’s cock was stretching and ramming into your cunt, and their filthy words of praise that shot straight down your throbbing clit.
“Good girl,” Tsumu cooed, feeling his cock being squeezed by your hot velvety walls. He accentuated his thrusts, your cries of pleasure bringing him close to cumming. “I’ll breed this pretty little pussy. Fill you up so full of my cum.”
You babbled thoughtlessly in agreement, your moans growing louder and whinier as you approached your climax, hips uncontrollably moving in tandem with his while Osamu applied more pressure to your sensitive puffy clit, getting faster and faster.
“Please! Make me cum! Wanna cum,” you cried, clutching onto Atsumu’s wrist as if they were the only thing that would keep you grounded and from completely losing your mind.
“You’re so pretty when you beg,” Osamu hummed, speeding up his pace matching it with his brother’s, whose groans were getting louder and louder. “Since you asked so nicely, you can go ahead and cum. Go on.” He nipped at the sensitive part of your earlobe, the cherry on top that sent your whole body thrashing as a white was all you could see.
“Fuck!” Atsumu hissed, his hips stuttering, feeling the way you came around him so messily, the clamp of your cunt around his cock sucking him in, making it hard to pull back but that didn’t stop him from riding out your orgasm till he tipped over the edge, shooting his hot cum into your plush walls. Samu captured your lips in a kiss, hand drenched with your cum. Your body was shaking from the intense orgasm they pulled from you, your whole body throbbing and your pulse drumming in your ears.
Atsumu gazed at your abused hole, pulling out slowly to watch his cum drip down the pussy he’s always dreamt of fucking. He clicked his tongue before he began to stuff his white seed back into you, not wanting it to go to waste. The number of times he’s come in your panties late at night with his hand fisting the fabric around his cock, he finally stuffed his cum somewhere it belonged, inside his sweet little Y/N. You whimpered as you felt his fingers inside your aching walls, Osamu whispering sweet nothings in your ear, his praises lulling you into a trance.
“Let her rest, Tsumu,” the younger twin spoke, holding your twitching body, glistening in sweat.
“Don’t you want to have a go?” His mirror image raised a brow, massaging the fat of your thigh.
“Next time…” he muttered, glancing down at you. Your brows were furrowed and your eyes were closed, and your lips were swollen and parted, trying to catch your breath and your hands loosely gripped his forearms.The sight of you so fucked out and limp against his hold, made his cock twitch.
“How are you so sure there will be a next time?”
Just by looking at you, the younger, much more perceptive twin, could tell by the way you held onto him for dear life and how plush you were against him, strengthened his conviction.
“I think she knows we can give her so much more than he could. She’s ours now, Tsumu.”
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mulberrysilk · 3 years
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Anon asked: Do u think Bokuto has a daddy kink?
Yes. Yes. He does. And not only in the way it snaps something inside of him to dom you, no. I bet ya dollars to donuts this man will melt when you’d pout with puppy eyes to entice him or tease him. Also will definitely rail you like there’s no tomorrow ( which is like no surprise? Man’s got stamina for days) makes a full 180 when you call him daddy in bed.
reposting cause i accidentally deleted it. *face palms*😔
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Bokuto Koutaro x fem!reader
tw : daddy kink, breeding kink
( reminder characters are post-time skip age)
It was in the heat of the moment, it slipped from your lips so enticingly the Pro-Athlete stilled his movements for a second,letting the way that word ring in his head a couple more times. The more it ricocheted in his mind, the more the rush of adrenaline and the need to hear it again consumed him.
“Bo—
Before you could even utter the last two syllables of his name, his large hands grabbed your waist and flipped you over. He reared his hips back and slammed back into you before you could ask if he was okay.A cry of both pleasure and pain ripped through your throat as he began a brutally, fast pace. Each thrust felt as if he was knocking the wind right out of your body only to breathe in air that clouded and dulled your senses.
“Say it again, baby, lemme hear you.” His voice was lower. In fact, it was a guttural growl that sent shivers down your spine. And even at the pace he was going, so fast and hard, you could still feel each deep drag and stroke of his big thick cock filling your greedy, drooling pussy.
You didn’t even know what you were saying at this point, words that you didn’t even think about were slipping so easily and wantonly from you like a slut.
“Daddy, too much! G-gonna cum! Daddy, please!” You babbled to Bokuto’s delight.
He hooked his arms beneath your elbows to lock you in, to easily trap you and slam his hips against your rear, his heavy balls slapping against your clit making you keen.
“My pretty baby is so good for me isn’t she? Always taking me so well,” he groaned as your little fingers clutched the sheets beneath the two of you, knuckles going white and tongue lolling out, a lewd, dazed out look in your eyes.
“It’s too much! I’m gonna break. Daddy, daddy, daddy,” you slurred, body bouncing on his cock, your tone shifting from cries and moans due to the sudden, lightning speed of overwhelm that was blurring your vision.
“Daddy’s gonna fill your tight little cunt with my cum. Gonna give my sweet little baby what she wants.”
“Yes, yes,please, daddy, yes” you muttered, feeling your release near, the sudden switch of slow, passionate sex into something that was far more intense than being rough, dumbed you out. It was cute to your loving boyfriend, so cute that you were fucked out. “Cum inside me, daddy. Please!”
Bokuto’s ears and with the way his brows raised, it appeared his slicked up hair moved too, perked up. His chest filled with bubbly excitement and greed, absolutely giddy at how you were begging for him so greedily. So needy that you wanted him to cum inside of you.
“I love you so much baby,” he praised, giving his last collection of thrusts all that’s he got, not stopping even when you clamped and gushed around his cock seconds before he unloaded himself inside of you with a satisfied, guttural groan.
He remained inside of you, eyes closed and his torso pressed against your smooth back, relishing in your warmth and his orgasm. His hot breath against your ear.
“Daddy...” you whimpered softly, adorably so, Bokuto’s cock twitched again inside of your cum filled cunt making you whine telling him to wait, telling ‘Daddy’ to let you rest.
But Bokuto was far from done, how could he be? This new little kink was a trigger. It wasn’t his fault that you said it so sweetly with such want, it wasn’t his fault your walls squeezed him even tighter when he’d tell you what ‘Daddy’ was going to do to you.
“Can my pretty baby be nice and let Daddy cum again? Can you feel me inside you?” Your back was against the mattress once more, your legs hooked over his shoulders trembling from the ecstasy that still rippled through your body.
You meekly nodded your head, his cock still hard inside your cunny that was already filled with so much cum after one round.
“What do you say Y/N? Can you make Daddy feel good again?” Bokuto cooed, caressing your side’s lovingly and gently. On the inside, Bokuto was chanting ‘ Say yes, say yes, say yes’. But your reply was even better than a mere yes. It was so much better.
Again it wasn’t his fault when he went absolutely feral when you had said, “Anything for daddy.”
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iwa-chan discovering his crush is a cam girl gets chosen randomly to control her for a session, he chooses a machine and controls her as he watch and stroke himself on her squirming form from his monitor
Dirty Litte Secret
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Iwaizumi Hajime x f!reader
tw:.camgirl +.soloplay + masturbation + use of adult toys
Characters are aged up.
words: 1.5k
a/n :Oof , I just 🥺😭 yes. This was hot omggg and I sorta got carried away and even made those fake texts thingies for extra spice
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Everyone had a little dirty secret.
And this one was his.
One bored night with the need of release, he found himself on one of those websites, specifically the one were pretty girls communicated with their audience and touched themselves in front of them. It took him awhile to find one he liked, quite a while he thought his hard on was going to disappear but when he came across a specific one, where the voice was one that was so familiar, his breath hitched.
There was no way, he told himself. There was no way that same sweet soft spoken voice that he loved to hear on the daily could belong to the girl on the screen. The girl whose back was facing the camera, naked with only the cutest pair of thigh high stockings  with ribbons on the hem and hips sensually rolling on a dildo.
“Fuck...” Iwaizumi muttered, sitting up on his chair and leaning forward to have a better look at the cam girl that finally caught his eye. His eyes were wide and his pupils were blown with lust, his eyes drinking in the very much naked body of his crush.
He scoffed a little. Was this how you could afford to treat your friends to cafes? Was this how you could afford that pretty little satchel bag from Dior or pay for you tuition fees? Or were they gifts from the one thousand viewers or more who were also watching you ride a girthy pink dildo?
And when his trial minutes had expired, he immediately bought a subscription to your channel.
“Mhm...” you hummed with delight, your eyes glancing at your phone screen that lit up with the notification of a new subscriber. And when you threw your hair over one shoulder to give the camera up it side profile, Iwaizumi squeezed his cock, gliding up and down slowly to the same space your hips bounced on the dildo. “Thank you for the subscription.”
You leaned forward a little more, arching your back to give the audience a better view of your pussy split around the girth of the the lucky toy that disappeared in and out of your pussy, your slick coating the silicone.
And that was the beginning of his addiction to you whenever he sought for release. His go to pornogrpahic visuals to cum to.
Iwaizumi tipped you the most, even sent you gifts under his pen name. And when he saw you wearing the new lingerie set he bought for you in one of your streams and thanking him for the pretty fit that he knew you would like, he would already be palming himself in his sweats.
He wondered if his friends knew you did this on the side.
Their precious highschool friend now in college doing something so obscene and very much out of character from the sweet, spunky girl they knew, but to Iwaizumi this was a gem, a service that he never knew he needed.  
And today was one of his luckiest days, he had won the little competition to be able to choose the next toy you’d play with.
“So, he sent over the toy yesterday and I have to say, he surprised me,” you giggled, wearing the outfit he requested. An outfit that was similar to your highschool’s old uniform, but skimpier.
Your eyes looked directly at the camera as you smiled. It was as if you were really looking at him and only him, even when he was all the way in California.
“You’re real sneaky and smart to choose a toy that you can control from where you are. I’m excited and I promise to be a good girl,” you winked before giving a little strip tease, the comments going wild as you removed each piece of fabric til you were left in nothing but the short skirt and white thighs highs.
Iwaizumi groaned when you settled yourself on all fours, your little beige plaid skirt rising up to reveal your bare  ass, your cunt dripping with your slick having prepared and relaxed your body enough for him to play with. He knew this wasn’t the right way to fulfil the fantasies he had of you. You were just supposed to be a high school crush. Not an obsession or a thought when he daydreamed of having a relationship. Maybe he should’ve said something back then. Would he’d have a chance then?
Slowly, you pushed your hips back, biting your lip as the dildo connected to the machine split your lower lips  apart and slipped inside your walls, filling you up just as good as a real cock would...expect it lacked that human warmth. Nonetheless, it was good.
Iwaizumi gripped his cock in one hand and the other held the remote that would control the machine on his end, he imagined it was him that you were sinking your pretty pink cunt on.
A little surprised yelp slipped past your lips when he pressed the button to start it up, the machine coming to life and beginning to slowly thrust in and out of you. You whined at the feeling, thanking your follower silently at his gift and idea. It almost felt like the real deal. It made you try to remember the last time you have had hooked up with anyone, and with the cam girl persona you took up when you started college to pay for the bills, you really didn’t look for a hook up.
Iwaizumi on the other end, eyes on your glistening core, dialled the machine a little higher, the speed increasing causing a beautiful moan to vibrate through your vocal cords.
It was slightly embarrassing to be dripping this wet but you knew your viewers found your arousal enticing, and with  the specific follower who has been spoiling you lately who somehow knew all the things you like but was very respectful, you didn’t want to disappoint. And you couldn’t shake the feeling of familiarity with their letters and gifts. 
Was it Makki? Mattsun? Oikawa? They were bound to catch on cause if one found out, they’d tell the other.Before the name of the next friend could cross your mind, the cock inside you sped up. Your plush walls were squeezing around its girth and the bulbous tip easily rammed into your sweet spot, your cunt creaming all over the toy.
“Fuck,” you moaned, your head pressed into the pillow, your rear up for your paying audience to see.
Iwaizumi groaned. The sight of the white creamy ring at the base of the toy made him all sort of jealous. That should be his cock instead. It should be him pounding into you til your nothing but a babbling mess. He had half the mind to book a ticket this very weekend to just see you and spill. Confess that he’s been in love with you, tell you it’s been him sending you gifts and in a way, supporting you financially.
But the reality was he was here in California and you were over there.
Little did Iwaizumi know, whenever you’d touch yourself or stuff your cunt with either your fingers or a toy, you would think it was him. That it was him filling you up, thrusting in and out of your sloppy pussy. That it was him making you feel good.
“G-gonna cum,” you repeated in hushed,broken moans and Iwaizumi grunted, speeding up his strokes on his painfully hard cock, pressure building up in the base of his spine.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned. He really wished it was him instead of the machine. Hell, he would fuck you on cam if you asked him too. He’d show the fucking world how you should be fucked right and how needy you’d be for his cock. 
And when you finally came, legs trembling and moans turning into whiny, he made sure to slow down the machine, the cock sliding in and out of you slowly to ride out your orgasm as his own release spilled over his own hand fingers. He wished it was on you instead, wished your skin was painted white with his cum and even better if it was inside of you. What he’d give to have his load leak out your abused cunny.
Coming down from your high, your eyes glazed over the screen, tips and more tips being donated by the second as you caught your breath, lying down on the bed legs folded over each other in your skimpy little rendition of your old school uniform.
Iwaizumi wished he was there to care for you, help you feel better after the toll of your activities and hold you in his arms.
“Thank you for all your sweet tips everyone,” you smiled gently at the camera, Iwaizumi knowing how that smile would tug at the hearts of men and hook them you, like you do him. You answered a few questions before thanking the audience again and shooting them a wink before logging off.
Iwaizumi glanced at his phone, a message in yours and his friends groupchat.
*this is my first time doing these chat thingies AFSGAHS I hope it works lmao*
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