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Hello thank you for the sweet tags on my Hiro fic!

awe you're welcome ! thank you for writing that fic, reread it again and i still love it 💕 love how u wrote hiro 🥰🩷

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watari is tired (+brown hair yahaba ver. under the cut)

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Thinking about Oikawa who gets so flustered when you genuinely compliment him. Oikawa who’s actually just joking when he says how lucky you are to have such a pretty good looking boyfriend like him but then you agree with him and he completely malfunctions.

He’s blushing when he feels your soft palm against his cheek and looks away when you call him “my pretty boy.” Who doesn’t know what to do when you tell him your favorite feature on him are his pretty brown eyes so shuts you up with a kiss.

“You’re so nice to me today,” he points out amusedly. “Careful or I might get used to that.”

He’s swooning on the inside at the way you so softly smile up at him and gathers you in his arms where he places his chin on the top of your head. Oikawa knows that he is actually the lucky one, with the constant praise you give him and reminders that you love him and only him. He’s just unbothered and happy because he loves you and he knows you love him.

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Let Me Show You

Banner by @lilchopin1

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Summary: Takahiro is feeling insecure and you help reassure him of your love…with your mouth.

WC: 882

TW’s: GN!Reader X Hanamaki Takahiro, Oral (M receiving), Gentle face fucking, Cum swallowing, Kissing after cum swallowing. Praise (M recieving), Dirty talk, Baby as pet name.

Laying in bed with Hiro, his head is leaning against you and his fingers are tracing the freckles on your arm.

“You sure you love me?” His eyes peak up at you as he asks the question. “Sure this isn’t some long elaborate prank?” You chuckle, setting down your phone that you’d been scrolling on. “I’m very sure Hiro. I love you.”

“But are you sureeee? Sometimes it’s hard to believe that you love me. I’m just a jobless loser that doesn’t have his life figured out.” You frown at his self loathing, carding your fingers through his strawberry brown hair.

“Where is this coming from? Did I do something to make you feel this way?”

“No…it’s just…I feel unworthy of you sometimes.” He buries his face in your stomach and sighs.

“You’re so worthy Hiro. Sometimes I feel the same way. I feel so lucky that I have an amazing partner that loves me like you do. I love you so much that I can’t even put it into words. When we’re together everything just feels complete and right. You’re my best friend.”

He peeks his head up a little at your praise. “You mean it?“ A small smile cracks on his lips. You grasp his chin and pull him to face you.

“I mean it” you punctuate by kissing him gently on the lips. His face is such a cute color of pink, you see it dust over his nose and his cheeks along with his freckles. There are some old acne scars that are slightly visible, reminders of when you were both just teenagers meeting in highschool anatomy class, falling for him when he made a stupid joke about the class skeleton arm bone, asking if you found it ‘humerus.’ You don’t think he’s ever made you stop laughing since then.

“Can I show you how much I love you baby?” He nods as you kiss his nose, pushing him to lay back into the bed. You start with his cheek, his ear, his neck. His breath hitches as you trail your mouth down his collar bone and press wet kisses down his chest before lifting his shirt up to flick your tongue against his pink nipples. You mouth down his chest, getting messier as you go down his navel and follow his happy trail. Following it down, down, down until you’re taking his zipper in your teeth and pulling it down. Hiro is panting, lip between his teeth as his pupils are blown wide. You’re devouring him with messy kisses over his bulge through his briefs, sucking the wet spot over his tip and cherishing the salt from his precum.

You hold eye contact as you moan in appreciation at his taste.

“I love you Hiro” you say as you pop off of his tip and start to pull his pants down.

“F-fuck…love you” he lifts up to help you take his pants and boxers off all the way. You don’t waste a second more as his cock is revealed. It’s so long and pretty and an angry red shade at the tip, so so hard for you. His fingers card through your hair gently but firmly. Holding you steady as you kiss and suck and lick him. He’s so responsive, bucking and shaking as you devour his cock greedily with your hot wet mouth.

Suddenly, you take him whole. Swallowing as you feel him hit the back of your throat. As he cries out in ecstasy, you grab his hand that’s in your hair and show him that you want him to use you however he’d like. You hold eye contact as he guides you in fucking your throat, humming around him in bliss. You love being used by him like this. He looks so fucked out as he lifts his hips up to join your bobbing head. Drool pools past your lips and drips down his balls as he picks up the pace.

“Fuck I’m going to cum” he whimpers as he cries for you. “Fuck, I love you. I fucking love you. Take my cum baby.”

It’s the most beautiful sight as his eyes cross and he shakes as he cums for you, eagerly swallowing everything he has to give you, making sure you stay as deep as possible until you feel his cock stop throbbing. You giggle and stick your tongue out as you pop off to show him that you swallowed it all.

All of a sudden he grabs you and pulls you up to him, kissing you hard and messy. He moans into your mouth, enjoying his taste on your tongue.

“You believe me now?” You tease as you press your forehead to his. He laughs

“Yeah I think so. You had a pretty convincing argument.”

Taking your hand, he kisses each knuckle. He spends a second longer on your ring finger. Thinking of the engagement ring he has hidden in the back of the closet. “Can I show you how much I love you, though?” He asks with a teasing smile. You feel his cock harden again underneath you. You both spend the rest of the night wrapped up in eachothers arms making love to each other. But neither of you can win the competition of who loves each other more.

Notes: Thank you for reading! This was my love letter to Takahiro as he is my favorite character ever and is so underrated. If you liked please reblog comment and give a follow! I’d love to be friends!

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sans sweep? ok.

wait, you didn’t want me to sweep him off his feet? shoulda said so earlier

eh, fuggedaboutit. happy valentines day

Photos by Dragon Dreams Photography

Images are recreations of the following fanart: [1] [2] [3]

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on friends and soulmates and that type of love that feels like it's going to burst right out of your heart

@/zmije / @/leptodiera / @/bichopalo / lyrics from two best friends by bb bean / animatedjames on youtube / @/killingmyselfbutnotdying / unknown / @/sadiekane / friedrich neitzsche / katfish draws / @/elytrians / @/wormbus-art aka @/angel-pond / @/mushysuggestion / the unsent project / mhairi mcfarlane / unknown

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can you maybe do another matsukawaxreader nsfw? any scenario as long as we get that horse dick 🤠🥵

A/N: Was totally not typing this with a straight face during a 2-hour meeting. Yukio, if you’re reading this. This is your fault.

Warnings: NSFW, PWP, Thirst Drabble

Above Average (Matsukawa Issei x Reader)

You and Matsukawa would claim that you both have average sex drives. You’re both pretty laidback, chill, and simple people. Enjoying spending time with each other, going on quiet dates, cuddling, on the couch, etc. In both of your opinions, your relationship is progressing in a good but relaxed pace. Well, that’s until you guys actually started having sex. You both can’t explain it. Hell, you both didn’t even notice it, but you’d both agree the sex was addicting.

Every time he’s fucking you with his massive cock, you’d be crying from the mix of pain and pleasure. Your moans pitch higher and higher with each hit at your cervix. In the beginning, Matsukawa was worried for you. He didn’t want to hurt you. He’d say how he doesn’t mind taking it slow. But by now he’d be whispering praises by your ear as you take him in your cunt. “Good girl, that’s my good girl. Fuck– babe, your cunt’s taking me in so well.” He can’t help enjoying the faces you make – when your eyes roll back, drooling down your chin, mouth swollen from his kisses, babbling mindlessly how good his cock is making you feel.

“Does it hurt, babe? Fuck– want me to pull out?” You’d grab his biceps, nails digging in his skin making him hiss as you fervently shake your head. Your pussy clamping around him, your warm and velvety walls holding onto his cock – he can’t pull out even if he wants to. And he definitely doesn’t want to. “Fuck– shit, fuck, babe– fucking tight–”

You’d be humping each other like rabbits every spare time you get at home. Matsukawa pulling you by the waist, his cock already hard and poking your ass. Or when you straddle him on the couch, grinding your hips against his as his hands trace up your bare legs. “Eager for my cock again, babe? Fucking work your hips, then.” You’d be scoffing as you slowly lower yourself on him, smugly smirking how Matsukawa groans and throws his head back. “What was that? Eager for my cunt again, Issei? How ‘bout you put in more work this time?”

Not being able to keep your hands off each other outside of home. Matsukawa teasing you with his fingers in a restaurant. Palming his crotch in a crowded train ride. Unable to wait any longer, Matsukawa pulling you in a dark alleyway, carrying you as you wrap your legs around his hips. “Shit. Issei! Someone could see!” He’d just growl, tip already pushing in. “Let ‘em watch then. Let them see how I fucking spread your pretty cunt open.” “Issei–” “Don’t pretend you don’t want this, babe. You’ve been eye-fucking me all night. Your fucking pussy’s dripping.”

Matsukawa can no longer go about his day without thinking of you. How soft your skin is, the way your tits would bounce every time you ride him, his red handprint on your ass, how your juices squirt on his face… Next thing he knows, he has a fucking hard-on and it just gets worse when you send him such an innocent text, “Miss you, babe.” The feeling is mutual, the context probably not.

Or maybe you’re also missing him and his cock, as you finger yourself in the bathroom of your office. Biting down your lip to hide your frustrated whimpers, your fingers just can’t compare to Matsukawa’s. Startling when your phone vibrates and you see a picture of him – shirts unbuttoned showing you his defined muscles and his hard cock in hand with precum leaking. You can’t see his face but you can easily imagine his smug smirk.

Quickly sending back an image of your spread pussy, your fingers and thighs obviously sticky from your activities. Cue Matsukawa quickly excusing himself, basically sprinting to the bathroom.

Things even getting worse for your sex-craved minds when Matsukawa came in you for the first time. The sight of his cum leaking out of your abused cunt, dripping down your thigh – it was pretty life-changing for him. Since then, he’d be filling you up before you get to work, fucking you over the kitchen counter promising he’d do the dishes if you let him fill you up. “Issei– I’ll be late! Fuck–Oh! Right there, please– ““Then hurry up and make me cum, babe.”

During dates, Matsukawa would drag you in a private restroom, making you sit on the sink counter as he squats down inspecting your pussy. Tsking when he sees his cum had dripped out, your thighs a sticky mess. “Need you to fill me up again, Issei.” And being the massive simp he is, how can he resist when you’re asking so nicely?

It’s probably apt to say that you and Matsukawa had average sex drives. That is, until you met each other.

A/N: Hey, can you guys let me know if you like these thirst drabbles? Or would you prefer full drawn scenarios? I never really classified the difference between the two, but I tag it as a thirst drabble if it’s not a proper scenario. I find these faster to write (equals faster updates); but if you guys like the full scenarios (Break for Luck, Please..., Catching Up, Wolves, etc.), I can practice writing more smut scenarios instead!

Please consider supporting me through my Ko-Fi. (Haha, plz. It’s hard to pay bills.)

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I really love your artstyle! Could I maybe get some tips on how to give variety to faces? My style has a little same face syndrome unfortunately.

personally i found that when i used to sameface its because i was afraid of making an ‘ugly’ face but!! imo an ugly but interesting face is more fun than a good-looking but boring face. go forth

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when he sees you putting night cream on your face:

“can i hydrate your face with my cream instead?”

— ATSUMU, kuroo, BOKUTO, suna, HINATA, OIKAWA, tendou, MATSUKAWA, HANAMAKI, osamu (he whispers it to you)

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𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞

pairing: hanamaki takahiro, iwaizumi hajime, matsukawa issei, oikawa tooru x f!reader

summary: every sorority has their own form of initiation; it just so happens that the initiation rites of the sorority you’re pledged to requires the assistance of a certain fraternity.

genre: smut, frat au

warnings: 18+. dubcon, gangbang, objectification, sleazy and slightly misogynist seijoh 4 (they’re frat boys duh), corruption, virginity loss, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, reader is blindfolded, exhibitionism, voyeurism, size kink, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), face-fucking, facial, bukkake, handjobs, dacryphilia, spanking, spitting, hair pulling, pussy slaps, nipple play, degradation, praise, creampie, cumplay

word count: 8.3k

author's note: (this fic is also known as sororitite <3) um so i didn't think it would be this long....but whatever it's seijoh four anyway <333 remember to stay away from frat boys if they're not 2d ! ! ! please let me know if i missed any warnings! (MINORS DNI)

no beta fly high 🕊🕊🕊

[9:15 PM]

“you really know how to pick your pledges, emi-chan.”

the smooth and lilting voice makes you shiver involuntarily, causing goosebumps to rise over your arms as you hug yourself. your bare feet nervously shuffle over each other as you bite your lower lip in anticipation.

you’re sure you wouldn’t have reacted this strongly over a voice if it weren’t for the fact that you’re just in your matching set of underwear in a room full of people—boys—you don’t know, save for your future sorority president.

what makes matters worse is that you’re blindfolded with a thick black cloth that emi made you cover your eyes with just before you entered the door. temporarily losing your eyesight already made you jumpy, but it’s the fact that you’re half-naked in a room with college boys that’s making you more apprehensive.

and for what? because it’s all part of the initiation to a sorority you don’t wholeheartedly want to be a part of?

it sucks being a naïve freshman who got warped into the webs of greek life after a few choice words and most likely empty promises of ‘sisterhood’, but to someone like you who always wanted to feel a sense of belonging, emi’s warm eyes and saccharine words sealed the deal.

you just wish you knew what kind of initiation her sorority had before you pledged yourself to it. is this even legal?

you have an inkling on what’s going to happen which makes you scared and deep down, kind of excited? the little angel on your shoulder is telling you to scurry out of here while the devil on the other side is coaxing you to stay, to accept what’s going to happen. after all, did you really experience college if you didn’t do something wild at least once? is what the little red girl is saying and judging by how your feet are still rooted on the cold floor, it’s safe to say who won over your brain, isn’t it?

“where are your pledges, huh?”

gauging by the whiny tone of her voice, you can picture emi with her arms crossed, accentuating her assets paired with her signature pouty bottom lip jutting out. a deeper, more gravelly voice cuts in and you can’t help but incline your head to his direction as you try to form a face in your head. your movement doesn’t go unnoticed, however, because you feel the bed dip on either side of you as two large and warm hands rest on your bare thighs.

their heated touch makes you jump, letting out a small noise as your temporary blindness makes all your other senses more intense.

“you got a voice kink or something?” the raspy voice in your right ear makes you jerk away from the proximity, but not before bumping into another warm body on your other side.

“stop teasing her, dude. look at how the cute thing is shaking,” a softer, more laid-back voice quips in, making you whimper as he bites your earlobe between his teeth.

“but i gotta say, sweetheart. your bra and panties are sexy as fuck. you wore this for us?” he whispers sultrily against your ear, his fingers playing with the thin strap of your bra as he drags it down your shoulder, making you whine as he presses soft kisses on your flushed skin.

you’re not used to attention like this. no one has even touched you like this at all, for fuck’s sake. but his trail of questioning is cut short when someone clears their throat, and you just know it’s the guy who kick started this.

“anyway, they’re off doing their own initiation,” he says boredly, pausing for effect as your ears catch the tell-tale signs of moaning and thumps against the wall, making your hot skin flush even more. the guy toying with the waistband of your panties scoffs, and you can imagine him rolling his eyes from the tone he’s using towards your president.

“that could be us and this cute little pledge right here too, if you hadn’t insisted on joining in ‘dropping’ her off. is she your kid or something?”

“fuck off, dickhead.”

emi’s choice words make you wince but the four guys in the room are undeterred, and she huffs even more when the one she gave an attitude to just chuckles at her. if you aren’t wearing your blindfold now, you’d see how there’s practically steam coming right out of her ears.

“run along, emi-chan. we know what we’re doing here. you don’t have to worry,” the smooth voice attempts to placate her, but it backfires because you hear her make an angry noise as her heels click against the floor.

“you told me that you’re just going to watch, not participate!”

“i don’t recall saying anything like that at all, emi.”

“fuck you, tooru!” she shouts at one of them before she closes the door with a resounding slam. one of them sigh heavily as they get up and lock the door, effectively making sure that you won’t be interrupted.

the two boys on either side of you chuckle at emi’s spectacle, but are not unphased by her actions, seeing as they have yet to keep their hands and mouths off of you.

“she’s mad that you didn’t fuck her during freshman year when you were both pledges,” the raspy voice quips, his tone light and teasing. ‘tooru’ sighs as he clicks his tongue and you hear him walking over to where you’re being teased and touched. even without seeing him, you know he’s looking down at you, at your parted lips, flushed cheeks, and slightly heaving chest.

“it wasn’t my choice. she got to fuck the president at the time anyway, didn’t she?” he says as he lightly caresses your cheek, the intimate action making you lean your head into his palm.

if you could see him right now, you’d see that his brown eyes are glowing with mischief as a smirk graces his handsome face.

“let’s cut the crap with this blindfold shit, emi won’t know anyway. right, pretty girl?”

just as he says it, the guys on either side of you pull on the ribbon tails that emi tied. you make a small sound as the thick cloth is ripped away from you and your eyelids twitch from the sensation of light hitting them.

“open those eyes for me, yeah?”

you follow him, fooled by the softness in his voice as you rub your eyes, slowly opening them as you adjust to the dim yellow-orange lighting of the room. when your eyes finally fall into focus and the blurriness dissipates, the first thing you notice is the shirtless, tall, and lean form of whom you vaguely know as oikawa tooru, the current president of the gamma zeta nu fraternity—allegedly emi’s boyfriend.

judging by how the room doesn’t look like a regular frat boy’s den, it’s probably his, which brews even more discomfort inside of you because you know…you’re half-naked in the room of your sorority president’s boyfriend.

you gape at him, confusion swirling in your head as you try to make sense of everything. you clear your throat, gulping down a multitude of questions threatening to burst from you.

“but…but we’re supposed to keep it on since we have to guess the order of who…you know,” you bite your lip as your voice trails off at the end of your sentence, face heating up even more at what you’re too embarrassed to say. the two boys beside you laugh as they lean back on their arms on the bed, while the brooding and unamused vice president—who you know as iwaizumi hajime—just watches the whole ordeal with an intensity that he’s infamously known for.

“then i guess you shouldn’t tell emi that you’re a bad girl who cheated, hmm?” oikawa taunts you as he boops your nose, relishing in your doe-eyed confusion and innocence. you’re a stickler for the rules, huh? he can’t wait to see just what you’re made of.

“besides there’s no fun in fucking a girl when you can’t see her eyes,” one of the boys from your side—mattsun—quips and you wince at his crudeness which makes his pink-haired best friend makki laugh at your uncomfortable body language. he doesn’t let up, however, joining mattsun in goading and teasing you. “for sure, there’s always something about a girl’s eyes when your cock first enters her pussy.”

oikawa quietly chuckles at his friends’ antics while iwaizumi grunts noncommittally. he wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t interested in indulging in whatever fucked up iniation rites they have going on, right? he’s an expert with the tough guy act, after all.

“something you’ll find out soon enough, sweetheart,” mattsun whispers in your ear and you gulp when both boys kiss the sides of your neck. your head is starting to swim and the warmth and softness of their lips is making your tongue loose, so you can’t help but blurt out and stutter the one question that’s been plaguing your mind. it doesn’t help that oikawa is just standing in front of you—the guy who you have so many questions for.

“a-aren’t you emi’s b-boyfriend? she’s…she’s clearly not okay with this,” you say weakly and that seems to break mattsun and makki from their mission of melting you into a puddle because they all laugh—even iwaizumi—who leaves you just a teensy bit star struck because of how handsome he looks while laughing.

“sure, if your definition of a boyfriend is someone who fucks anything with a pulse,” iwaizumi replies after his chuckles die down, his eyes still crinkling at the sides with the corners of his lips slightly upturned. he regards you with his dark and deep green eyes, making you shiver at the intensity with which he observes your half-naked and flushed body.

“emi’s just obsessed with him, doll,” he informs you, eyes boldly checking you out. “but i think we know why emi tagged along today,” iwaizumi smirks to himself, as if he’s satisfied with what he has seen and discovered.

“she’s worried cause you’re competition,” oikawa reveals, which doesn’t help at all because you’re even more confused than before. makki and mattsun groan at your lack of awareness, guess they have to take matters into their own hands. literally.

“i mean look at you, you’re sexy and hot as fuck,” mattsun whispers in your ear, but his words fly over your head because you whimper when his hand cups your barely covered pussy, his middle finger gently stroking your slit through the fabric.

“bet you’re a virgin too, huh?” makki adds, having changed his position on the bed until his bare chest is pressing against your back, which isn’t the only thing that’s pressing against you, by the way. his hands cup your tits, slender fingers softly pulling and tweaking your nipples until they’re hard and pointed.

their groping and petting has you moaning into the air, your breathing turning into pants as your eyes gloss over. oikawa and iwaizumi observe the turn of events with great interest, not even bothering to hide the tenting of their shorts.

“the virgins always turn out to be the sluttiest.”

iwaizumi’s words make you whimper and before you can even stop yourself, you whine as you push your hips towards mattsun’s hand, your pussy throbbing at the new sensations you’re receiving. your back arches until makki has the perfect grip on your tits, making him bite your earlobe as he tries to stifle his groan.

oikawa clears his throat loudly and the two of them stop moving, and your foggy pleasure-ridden self whimpers at the loss of stimulation. the brunette coos at you, his voice a bit strained.

“before things get really heated, you’re on the pill right?” he questions you seriously, which instantly clears your hazy mind as you address him square in the eyes.

“y-yes—”

“good, cause we don’t like to use condoms.”

“raw feels better anyway, baby. you’ll see what we mean,” mattsun says sultrily, teasing you even further by applying more pressure on your dampening pussy, his middle finger drawing lazy circles on your slit.

“are you down for getting creampied?” iwaizumi asks bluntly and you jolt from the seriousness and richness of his voice, letting out a small whimper when you see just how burning his gaze is. even so, his expression doesn’t match what he says because it’s as if he’s asking you a life or death question, not something so lewd.

you’re more nervous than ever, your feet rubbing against each other as you recall the less than friendly videos you indulge yourself in, remembering just how appealing it is for you when you see trails and strings of white leak from utterly spent cunts. you’ve fantasized about it more than you would like to admit, but there’s no turning back, is there? not when it’s being offered to you so openly.

the flush on your cheeks becomes hotter and you’re burning like a furnace. you just can’t help but bite your lip and nod meekly, your head falling back into a sigh when makki’s breath ghosts over the shell of your ear as he squeezes your tits.

they all groan when you nod, their bodies and cocks becoming stiffer as they imagine the myriad of positions that they can do to shoot their load into your willing pussy.

“see? fucking told you. virgins are sluts,” iwaizumi groans through gritted teeth, shamelessly palming himself as he closes his eyes tightly. you’re filled with newfound warmth when you see the brooding man’s unabashed reaction, a complete 180 from his stoic disposition from before.

oikawa clears his throat again, shaking his head as the mop of brown waves on his head become unruly from the action. he blinks once then twice, trying to keep himself composed—for now—to inform you of a very important detail. he walks closer to you until his shins bump against the foot of the bed while mattsun and makki sigh deeply, knowing it’s their cue to let the president have his way with you first.

mattsun swipes his finger one last time on your wet panties while makki pinches your nipples between his fingers. the simultaneous sensation makes you cry out and you can’t hide the pout on your lips when they pull away from you, leaving you panting and longing for more.

you really want to punch yourself for falling into the cliché naïve-freshman-girl-gets-fucked-by-a-group-of-seniors scenario, but can you really blame yourself? your resolve is not as strong as you would like it to be and god, the way they were touching you—it’s a miracle you didn’t cum then and there.

“we’re clean by the way, don’t have to worry your pretty little head about that,” oikawa assures you softly, his brown eyes staring down at you with faux innocence because whether you believed him or not, they’re going to fuck your virgin pussy one way or another. iwaizumi grunts in agreement, backing up his friend as he adjusts his position on the couch, rolling his eyes when the two mischievous boys join him.

oikawa’s gaze shifts down to the junction between your thighs, his brown eyes smoldering as he smirks at the darkened patch on your panties. your face heats in embarrassment as you close your legs abruptly, the evidence of your arousal and neediness clear as day for him to see. you look down on your lap when you hear them chuckle at your reaction, your face burning up more when mattsun and makki wolf whistle and say even dirtier things.

oikawa shushes them as he cups your cheek, his breathing even while his thumb rubs your warm skin. “ever sucked a guy off, pretty girl?”

you gasp at his question which gives him the opportunity to slip his thumb in your mouth, pressing it flat on your tongue. you make a small sound at the back of your throat and since you’re unable to speak, you hesitantly shake your head from side to side.

“fuck,” oikawa’s curse is long and drawn out as he tips his head back, exposing the milky column of his neck. his friends echo his reaction, their blood running even hotter at the inevitable fact that they’re going to ruin you and your “pure” image.

“wanna make a bet, makki?”

“you’re on, man. whoever makes her cum the hardest gets a pass on doing the laundry.”

the two shake on it while iwaizumi scoffs at their antics. your chest tightens at their nonchalance to your predicament and it shocks you how your virginity is equivalent to skipping chores to them. but again, you shouldn’t have expected so much from college frat boys, no matter how attractive they are.

oikawa glares at them, hissing at them to shut their mouths because he’s annoyed that your attention was taken away from him. he huffs to himself when he presses more firmly on your tongue, making you moan as you turn your focus back to him.

“so me and my friends are going to be your first everything, then,” he says matter of factly, his thumb rubbing circles on the muscle. you can feel your saliva pooling on your tongue with how long your mouth has been open. oikawa doesn’t wait for you to reply before he pulls his thumb out and shamelessly sucks it into his mouth, chuckling at your scandalized expression.

“we’re going to have so much fun with you, baby. bet you’re a fast learner too.”

“get on all fours,” he orders you as he widens his stance by the foot of the bed. you swallow the lump in your throat, your face hot with shame at how drool almost dropped from your open mouth. you hesitantly maneuver yourself, the sheets twisting as you shuffle on his bed.

one blink later and you find yourself face to face with the prominent bulge in his shorts and you bite your lip as you look up at him with wide eyes. oikawa clenches his jaw with a hiss at how innocent you look, his cock twitching as he takes in your expression.

the other boys lean back into the couch, getting comfortable at the show they’re about to watch. devilish smirks form on their faces because they know that oikawa’s self control is hanging by a very thin thread.

you weren’t born yesterday so you can tell by the quirk of his brow and the smolder in his brown eyes that he’s getting impatient at your snail’s pace, you’re about to sit on your haunches until he clicks his tongue and says a firm no.

your sigh is exasperated as you balance yourself on one hand, the other pulling down his shorts slowly. as they drop down to his ankles, you let out a surprised sound when you’re immediately met with his hard cock, pretty and pink and shining as it bobs against his abs, precum slowly leaking from the tip.

your face heats up when you remember the whispers of how pretty oikawa’s cock is and it’s embarrassing how you knew about the graphic description of his dick before you had an actual conversation with him—not like you’d be able to do any kind of talking with him at all.

he’s so hard that he’s twitching, the heat emanating from it is making your body hot with desire and anticipation. his hand takes hold of his cock, slowly stroking his shaft as it points towards you. suddenly you realize just how hungry you are and instinctively lick your lips. because you’re so near, the swipe of your tongue catches on his tip and he hisses with a throaty grunt as you moan softly at the slightly salty taste of his precum.

he quickly shakes it off and clicks his tongue in disapproval, clearly fed up with how slow you’re being. his fingers grip the strands of your hair, tugging at your roots with a firmness that makes you yelp.

“you don’t need to use your brain to give me a blowjob, sweetheart. just need your mouth and tongue,” he croaks impatiently, his other hand stroking himself. he shuffles closer to your mouth and taps your lips with his tip, precum making them slick and shiny, earning a soft moan from you.

thank heavens he’s blessed with the patience that he has, because if it were up to the three restless boys on his couch, your throat would’ve been filled up with cum by now. he’s only giving you so much leeway because he enjoys the inexperienced and nervous look in your eyes, which makes a light bulb in oikawa’s head go off.

his scrunched up expression turns into a sinister smirk, his grip on your hair becoming tighter. “tell you what, sweetie. since this is your first time, how about you let me do what i please? you don’t have to do anything but keep your mouth open and teeth tucked in. sound good, yeah?”

his offer entices you, your nervousness abating because at least, you don’t have to wrack your brain to remember blowjob tips and tricks the sorority sisters were talking about over brunch. with a new resolve, you keep your eyes trained on him as you open your mouth as comfortably as you can. all the boys groan at your display and oikawa wastes no time in putting his cock in your mouth eagerly.

“was it so hard to just open your mouth? you wanted to hear me say that i’m going to fuck my dick down your throat, is that it?” he groans, not bothering to make you adjust to his size before he hits the back of your throat, making you gag and tears spring into your lash line. your surprised whimper is muffled and your hands hold on to his firm thighs, nails leaving red crescent marks on his milky skin as he starts to thrust into your mouth.

“fuck, you’re even prettier with your lips wrapped around my cock,” oikawa moans, eyes glazed over as he watches tears run down your cheeks, mixing with the drool and precum seeping from the sides of your mouth. he raises his knee on the bed, resting his weight on the mattress as he pushes you further to the middle of the bed, fucking your mouth like how he fucks needy and slutty holes.

“yeah, you like getting used like this? like a fucking cocksleeve?” he grunts through gritted teeth, sweat building on his hairline as he breathes heavily. as if your face and mouth aren’t messy enough, oikawa spits on his shaft and it’s so unnecessary because his cock is already slick with tears and drool, making him glide easily as your jaw aches from his thrusts. he did it because the mess turns him on, especially with the sounds of you gagging on his dick. he wants to wreck you.

your eyes are crossed and blurry as muffled moans and cries vibrate against his cock; you’re not used to getting treated like this, you’ve never been treated like this at all but judging how your pussy is aching from neglect, it turns you on as well.

too engrossed by letting oikawa fuck your throat, you don’t see or hear mattsun crawling behind you. his smirk is devious, dark eyes burning a hole through your practically translucent panties. his large hands rest on your ass, causing you to jerk from his hot and rough touch.

your instinct tells you to look back and see who’s behind you but oikawa doesn’t allow it. in fact, his grip tightens in your hair and his thrusts become faster, his balls slapping against your chin as his plush lips part into loud groans. meanwhile, mattsun plays with your panties, pulling them up until the crotch part of the fabric becomes a thin wet string and it rubs on your clit.

your whine is high-pitched and muffled as you kick your legs. he lightly slaps your thigh, silently telling you to stop being so skittish. he sighs dreamily when your juices leak out of you, his hands pulling your panties back and forth as he rubs your slit with it.

“you guys should see how fucking wet she is,” he groans, eyes round with lust as he teases your cunt with his fingers. he bends down, your body shaking from oikawa’s thrusts. “her pussy’s pretty like her, too. you’re so damn hot, baby.”

it’s the last thing he says before slapping your ass, making you arch your back as his hands squeeze the jiggling skin. your body lurches as your eyes flutter from the sting of his palm before he slips the flimsy fabric to the side and licks a broad wet stripe along your folds.

the two boys on the couch watch the spectacle with different expressions—iwaizumi biting his lip as he watches spit and drool dripping down your chin and makki sulking on the couch with a childish pout on his face because he lost to mattsun in rock, paper, scissors on who gets to eat you out first.

your head swims as your loud cries are garbled and lost to oikawa’s cock, feeling mattsun’s lips wrap around your aching clit. your tear stained eyes flutter when he sucks it loudly into his mouth, the vibrations of his groans going straight to your pussy.

the new and pleasant sensation of having someone eat your cunt gets your body trembling with pleasure and when he shakes his head from side to side with his clit in your mouth, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you moan around oikawa’s pistoning cock, your hands gripping his thighs as your nails leave red welts on his skin. your body’s moving back and forth as your hips undulate against mattsun’s skilled mouth, chasing the flicks and swirls of his tongue.

your cries are pained when he lets it go with a loud pop, a strained groan leaving the curly haired boy’s throat as his cock throbs in his shorts. “you’re already this wet from getting your face fucked? fucking whore.”

you whine at his mean words, quickly jerking when he slaps your ass in quick succession until you feel a cold ball of spit on your folds, shivering when it slides down to the opening of your pussy. mattsun goes back to eating you enthusiastically and you can’t help but continuously moan at the attention your cunt is receiving.

oikawa’s groans are in sync with yours as he feels the tightening of his abdomen, signaling that his orgasm is close. with the way your moans vibrate around his cock, he’s not going to last any longer. he wants you to see him cum down your throat, fill your mouth with his seed, so he shakes your head with his tight grip, prompting you to widen your hooded eyes.

“look at me when i cum, baby. i’m s-so clo—fuck!” he ends his sentence with a shout and his cum spilling in your mouth unexpectedly. there’s not a lot of things that surprises oikawa and makes him cum like that, but you caught him off guard with your fucked out expression and naughty hands, the pupils of your eyes blown wide as you hollowed out your cheeks and fondled with his balls—just like how emi advised you.

“when you’re sucking a guy off and you know he’s about to cum, look at him with ‘fuck me’ eyes and play with his balls—that’ll get him to cum like a little bitch boy.”

oikawa pulls out his cock with a loud and wet pop, the rest of his cum spilling down your lips as you struggle to swallow most of it, courtesy of mattsun eliciting pornographic moans from your throat.

speaking of the devil, he doesn’t give you time to smugly relish the shocked and blissed out expression on oikawa’s face because he flips your body with strength that knocks the wind out of your lungs, making you yelp as your back hits the bed. he adjusts your ruined panties to the side, continuing to make a mess of your pussy. now that your mouth is free—although sore and with the heavy taste of cum—your moans can be heard clearly as your legs thrash around, your body squirming and grinding against mattsun’s mouth.

“she learned that from the sorority, didn’t she?” iwaizumi asks with a chuckle, pertaining to what you did to make his best friend cum. oikawa doesn’t grace him with a reply, too hypnotized by your broken cries and moans as your fingers tangle in mattsun’s hair. not like iwaizumi cares, because he doesn’t tear his eyes away from your writhing body as mattsun gives you the second best head you’re going to receive in your life.

‘second best’ because you haven’t had him in between your legs yet. and when he does, when you let him have his way with your pussy, mattsun’s head game is going to pale in comparison.

his lewd train of thought gets cut off when you let out a choked scream, making his cock jump at the shrill and pleasured sound. iwaizumi can see mattsun’s arm moving quickly, and from this angle he can tell that mattsun’s got two fingers up your sweet cunt. he grunts at the good view of your face twisted in pleasure with drying cum on the corner of your lips.

“o-oh mattsun! that’s too much—oh my god—feels too good!”

mattsun lifts his head from your pussy, his chin shiny with his saliva and your juices, eyes hooded as his thick fingers scissor inside of you, curling and uncurling against your sweet spot.

“you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” he says with a lazy smirk. “your cunt’s squeezing my fingers…wonder what this feels like around my fat cock,” he hums to himself, watching your hips buck against his hand.

“your pussy’s so tight, sweetheart. do you even touch yourself?” mattsun says with a mocking tone but he doesn’t give you time to answer because he curls his fingers harshly and dives his head to pay attention to your pulsing clit. his tongue swirls around the swollen bud, kitten licks against it as he bobs his head before sucking it into his mouth and curling his fingers at the same time. the knot in your lower stomach snaps, your vision becoming blurry as you arch your back and tug on mattsun’s hair.

“fuckfuckfuck i think i’m gonna—!”

you don’t even finish your sentence because your voice breaks off into a scream, your vision genuinely blacking out as your body convulses, thighs shaking around his head. you’re shaking like a leaf, brain going dizzy as your legs cramp from curling your toes too much. mattsun groans against you, his tongue slurping up your juices, coating his tongue with your sweet and tangy taste.

you’re a mess of whimpers and hiccups as you weakly push his head away from you, making him chuckle at your fucked out expression. he licks one long and wet stripe along your pussy before sitting up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“how’s that for a first orgasm, sweetheart?”

makki scoffs at his friend’s smug tone, huffing to himself as he stands from the couch to make his way over to you. mattsun laughs as he sees the pink haired boy hop on the bed with you still flat on your back and brain still clouded in your post-orgasm haze.

“think you can beat that, makki? remember our bet,” mattsun taunts him with a singsong voice as both boys switch positions. their eyes catch the dark and wet patches on the front of their shorts and you half expect them to make fun of each other, adding to their banter but instead, they chuckle and high five each other. you frown at their immature display. boys.

your distasteful expression quickly turns into a surprised one because each boy gropes your clothed tits and squeezes them in their big hands. “your tits are so soft, baby. you’ll let us fuck it, right?”

you answer them with a squeak as they grope your chest one last time before they turn your body. oikawa slides in at the head of the bed, chest heaving with one hand wrapped around himself as he lazily strokes his cock, watching you as they set your head down on his crossed legs.

iwaizumi joins the foray with mattsun and makki on either side of your body. you’re caged on all sides by four hot guys, all with rippling bodies and lustful gazes. you’re a prey who tumbled in the lion’s den and it’s evident with the way iwaizumi holds your ankles, keeping you down on the bed.

it’s the first time he’s touching you and you sigh from his big and warm hands—even if he’s keeping your legs spread for his friend whose hand is slowly trailing down from your tits, your stomach, then to your soaked panties. it feels uncomfortable, the fabric sticky and wet on your skin. it’s embarrassing and the feeling in your chest worsens because makki points it out.

“you still have this thing on?” he groans as he pulls on the waistband, the elastic snapping against your sensitive skin. “lucky for you, i like your panties, no matter how ruined and wet they are.”

“looks pretty on this pussy anyway,” he whispers to himself, and you whine loudly when he doesn’t waste any more time when he slips them to the side and inserts two of his fingers inside your walls.

“makki! s-slow down!” you cry out, eyes fluttering when the loud squelches of his fingers thrusting in and out of your cunt rings loudly in your ears. all four boys groan at obscene sounds you’re making, iwaizumi’s grip tightening on your ankles as your hips buck wildly to chase makki’s rhythm.

but he doesn’t slow down, too deep in his desire to make a complete mess out of you. their eyes are hazy as they watch you whimper and thrash around the bed with your hands tangled in the sheets, your face contorting into a scrunched expression as you try to tone down your volume, but to no avail because makki’s other hand finds your pulsing clit.

both oikawa and mattsun take the opportunity to pull the straps of your bra down your shoulders, pulling down the cups of your bra until your tits are exposed to the air. mattsun bends down to your left breast and takes the nipple into his mouth, groaning as he gives it the same treatment like what he did to your pussy earlier.

oikawa opts to twist and pull on your other nipple instead, making it harden and peak as your moans become broken and whiny from the added stimulation to your body. your eyes close tightly, mouth open as continuous cries of pleasure leave your throat.

“think you can cum harder for me than you did for mattsun?” makki asks as he rubs your clit harshly. you didn’t plan on replying to him but then the hand rubbing you slaps your pussy, his fingers catching on your clit, causing you to cry out and jerk, your wet walls clenching around his fingers.

“shit, you liked that?” makki asks in surprise, eyes widening at your reaction. “want me to do it again?” and he does do it again, several times, in fact. by the time he’s had his fill of rendering your clit swollen and numb, with you half heartedly begging for him to stop, his cheeks are pink and flushed.

“damn, little miss virgin likes getting her pussy slapped,” he teases you before he bends down and joins mattsun on your chest, sucking  your other nipple into his mouth. your hands fly to their heads, shaking fingers tangling in their hair as they lick and nibble on your tits. their techniques are different, but still pleasurable, nonetheless.

you whine as you tilt your head, your hair tickling oikawa’s legs while you attempt to kick out and shy away from iwaizumi’s iron grip on your ankles. your moans increase in volume when makki alternates between thrusting his fingers and his thumb applying pressure on your clit, rubbing it with long drawn out circles.

makki’s fingers have a certain finesse that mattsun lacks, probably because his fingers are longer and slender, hitting that spot at a certain angle that’s making you see stars. the sensation causes your vision to swim, and it doesn’t help that iwaizumi is staring at you with an intensity that makes your body tingle and tremble.

his large and warm hands keep you anchored to the bed and you cry out when both boys bite your nipple before soothing it with their tongues. makki pulls away and sits up straight, his eyes hungrily watching the way your cunt is greedily taking his fingers. copious amounts of your slick drenches his hand and wrist, forming a puddle underneath your ass as you try to squirm away from his fingers. from the expression on your face with your teary eyes crossed and your high-pitched cries, breaths panting like a bitch in heat, he can tell that you’re close.

“why don’t you cum and be a good girl for me?” he coos at you, his empty praise, along with the curling of his fingers and firm pressure on your clit has you crying out his name, both of your hands tugging on his arm while mattsun sucks your nipple harshly.

“m-makki!”

“fuck yeah—that’s it doll. cum all over my fingers,” makki moans, feeling your pussy pulse and suck them in as your cunt gushes all over him. your body is shaking as he pulls them out with a wet and lewd popping sound, causing you to whine in embarrassment.

his fingers are so wet and shiny, dripping with your release as he wipes it on your stomach, making you whimper at the sheen it leaves on your skin. he sucks them into his mouth, groaning unabashedly as he does so. mattsun mimics his movements, pulling away from your chest as he stares at your wet and leaking pussy.

makki takes hold of your thighs as iwaizumi finally lets go of your legs, noting how there’s marks of his hands on your ankles from stopping you from kicking. makki spreads your legs even further, showing off your gushing pussy to mattsun.

“i think i don’t have to do the laundry.”

“i gave you a head start, dumbass. oh, no pun intended.”

“shut up and move,” iwaizumi growls and the two instantly become quiet as they shuffle around the bed, positioning themselves on either side of you as they kneel on the ruined sheets. oikawa, who’s been quiet all this time—save for a few groans as he came from watching you cum—finally speaks up again.

“there’s a reason why iwa-chan’s been so calm ever since the start of this, sweetie. he knew he was going to be the one to pop your precious cherry,” he reveals with a lilting tone, watching in amusement at the shocked sound you made. you’re so screwed, literally.

“lucky bastard.”

“whatever.”

the two boys on either side of you mutter bitterly, and as if on cue, all three of them discard their damp shorts with eagerness that can only be attributed with frat boys who are about to get their dick wet. realization dawns on you and if your cheeks weren’t on fire before, then they definitely are now because you’re aware of how you’re literally surrounded by leaking and bigger than average cocks.

fuck, don’t even get started with what mattsun and iwaizumi are packing. it’s then you register that rumors weren’t just rumors and that every bit, every inch was true.

“yeah, yeah, these two got pornhub cocks…whatever,” makki pouts, his expression petulant as he holds his dick, squeezing the shaft as precum leaks from the tip. your gaze turns to it and it’s nothing to laugh at, either. it’s pretty and long, similar to oikawa’s.

iwaizumi scoffs, disregarding the comment as he nods to both of them. like clockwork, they each take hold of your ankles and raise your legs high up in the air until your thighs are folded towards your chest. the stretch in your legs makes you wince, whining as you fist the sheets. your lower half is bared for iwaizumi to scrutinize and you must be a sight right now, since your panties are ruined to the point of no return at this time.

iwaizumi chuckles deeply, enjoying the wide eyed look on your face as he takes hold of the waistband, ripping the fabric in two. your whimper is music to his ears as he makes a show of sniffing it before he throws it to the boys holding you open for him. the stuffy air breezes through your bared pussy, making you shiver in both anticipation and trepidation.

he does the same thing with your bra and throws it to oikawa who’s resting comfortably against the headboard. you’re completely naked right now and there’s an uncomfortable pit in your stomach because try as you might, you can’t even cover yourself because mattsun and makki took the liberty of holding both of your wrists as they guide your hands to their cocks with your tattered panties wrapped around it. the remnants of your bra are wrapped around oikawa’s too as he lazily strokes himself.

“shit, my cock looks even bigger in her hand,” mattsun moans, throwing his head back as he relishes the feeling.

“yeah, that’s it, sweetheart. stroke me and issei like that,” makki grunts, his hips gently thrusting into your hand that’s experimentally stroking them. they’re both so hot and heavy—mattsun infinitely heavier—with their shafts slippery with the leaking precum from their slit.

“her hand is so soft…feels so fucking good.”

both of them groan loudly as they thrust into your hand, the patterned fabric of your panties a stark contrast to your smooth and soft palms. the difference in stimulation makes them both shiver, their cocks throbbing and twitching as they squeeze your wrists tighter.

iwaizumi has had enough of their display because he nudges his large body between your legs, your focus immediately going to him. his cock is intimidating to be honest, it’s so big and menacing and the way his fingers barely meet each other as they wrap around him has nervousness brewing in your chest, tremors shaking through your body. it doesn’t help that oikawa is just snickering at your predicament.

“h-how will you f-fit—oh!”

your question doesn’t even have the time to register because iwaizumi slaps your swollen pussy with a heavy hand, making you cry out at the prickling pain. he pushes your legs open wider as he guides himself to your leaking hole. the fat head of his cock breaches past your lips and you can’t help but instinctively squeeze the two cocks you’re holding. their curses and groans mix with your loud and broken cries as your walls are stretched for the first time.

“i-iwaizumi, you’re s-so big—”

“not as big as me, doll,” mattsun quips with a throaty groan, but it quickly turns into a pained one when iwaizumi punches him on his arm.

“you’ll take my cock because i said so,” iwaizumi says through clenched teeth, his hands squeezing the back of your thighs as he eases his cock inside of you.

“open your pretty pussy for me, yeah?” he groans breathlessly, the tightness of your cunt literally knocking the breath out of him because of how you’re fluttering around him. his pleading words soothe you for the time being and your body follows through.

“shit—that’s it, that’s it. oh fuck, your virgin pussy is so fucking tight.”

“how does it feel, hmm? first time taking cock and it’s this big?” iwaizumi taunts you through your moaning and whimpering. just as he finishes his sentence, he bottoms out and you wail, tears pooling in your eyes because it hurts, but it hurts so good—the sting, the stretch, everything. the burning and tingling sensation has your tongue lolling out of your mouth, your eyes fluttering and crossing as you register the feeling of having something so big inside of you.

“i-i…”

“y-you,” he mocks with a sneer, voice deep with lust as he angles his hips. “that good, huh? can’t even speak properly, dumb slut,” he spits, pausing only for a millisecond before he starts thrusting, the squelches are so obscene, the accumulation of saliva and your juices ringing loudly as they join the slick sounds of cocks being stroked and pulled.

“s-stop c-calling me a s-slut!” you manage to whine and it makes iwaizumi raise a dark brow as his grip tightens on your thighs. he answers back by increasing the strength and speed of his thrusts, making your tits bounce even more on your chest.

“don’t be stupid, baby. that’s what you are—a stupid little slut who lets four guys—oh, fuck—use her like a toy.”

“i know you like the attention,” he continues, chest heaving in between grunts and pants. “bet you’re even willing to let mattsun fuck you with a cock like his.” the man in question groans louder at the thought, imagining your cute little pussy taking all of him.

“god, i can’t wait to see your slutty cunt take him.”

iwaizumi’s masculine groans go straight to your pussy, along with the image of you getting fucked by the cock you’re stroking rapidly on your left has you clenching involuntarily around his pistoning cock.

“oh you like that? felt your pussy clench around my dick when i said that,” he laughs at you, his thrusts becoming even heavier and deeper as he fucks you with a strength that has your entire body moving on the bed, your head bumping against oikawa’s legs.

“n-no, s-stop saying embarrassing stuff!”

“gonna fuck the shape of my cock in this stupid. little. cunt.” iwaizumi ignores your outburst, opting to shut you up by punctuating the last three words with thrusts so heavy that you can feel it in your throat.

“you’re so cute when you try to deny the truth, sweetheart,” oikawa cuts in, doing the talking for now since he can sense his vice president starting to lose his mind to your pussy.

“you’re in no position to talk. you’re folded in half, legs high up in the air with two guys holding you by the ankles—guys who you’re jerking off by the way.”

“and you got my vice president pounding your cunt with all his strength,” he continues with a moan, squeezing his balls as he drills the facts into your mushy brain.

“god, the sounds your pussy is making. bet the next room can hear how much of a dirty slut you are.”

“you’re servicing three cocks, isn’t that what a whore does, hmm?” he says as he leans forward, his other hand tugging on your hair. to be honest, you can’t hear half of what he’s saying. your sinful cries and little screams are drowning out his words and you can’t even find yourself to mind him, not with the way iwaizumi’s cock is deliciously gliding along your walls.

“look at iwa-chan’s cock, sweetie,” oikawa urges you, bending your neck forward. “look how much you’re creaming around him.” his hand moves from your hair to one of your folded legs, pushing your knees further apart so you can get a better look of iwaizumi fucking you.

his pelvis is shining with your slick and the base of his cock has a white ring from where he’s thrusting in and out of you, his heavy balls slapping against your ass while your combined juices leak from where the both of you are connected. you’re so dizzy from their lewd words, stimulation, and the feeling of the warm and small spurts from mattsun and makki over your chest and stomach.

the feeling of your past orgasms are catching up to you, feeling that you’re about to reach your peak again. for the last time, you hope. iwaizumi’s hitting spots inside of you that you didn’t even know existed, places only a cock like his could reach and it has your pussy quivering and pulsing. when the head of his cock hits that spot, there’s nothing stopping you from screaming.

“fuck, i’m cumming—oh my god!”

your scream triggers their own orgasms and you’re immediately met with warm and thick and sticky ropes of cum filling your pussy to the brim as well as staining your face and torso. all boys cum with a shudder, their bodies trembling from one of the most intense orgasms of their lives on greek row.

oikawa’s shameless as he kneels over you, squeezing out all his cum on your face, causing you to shut your eyes tightly with a whine. mattsun and makki are trembling while they spread their release all over your chest and stomach, groaning as they do so. they drop your boneless legs to the bed, numb from being held up for so long.

“fuck, we gotta take a picture of this.”

iwaizumi’s the last to react, too busy gathering his bearings from cumming so hard that his ears were ringing. his fingers gripped you so tightly that there’s marks of his nails on your skin. he groans as he pulls out of you, his cock coming out with a loud pop as fat drops of his cum drip from your battered pussy.

your whine is pained as you weakly push his hand away, too sensitive from getting played with, much less a finger being inserted to ensure that no drop goes to waste.

“that’s the best pussy i’ve ever fucked in my life,” he admits breathlessly, shakily lifting himself off of you. you whimper as you wipe your face, trying to sit up as you attempt to scoot away from them and the disgusting sticky sheets.

you haven’t even sat up properly before you’re rudely flipped to your stomach with mattsun’s tip hovering over your face and makki’s dexterous fingers raising your hips. mattsun’s smirk is devilish as his gaze falls on the disbelief and shock on your cum-stained face, his thick cock lazily spreading the trails of white on your cheeks.

“oh, you thought that was it? silly girl, we’re just getting started.”

[10:56 PM]

[mawenskiblue]

HOW THE SEIJOH 4 BOYS EAT YOU OUT 

relationships: oikawa x reader, iwaizumi x reader, hanamaki x reader, matsukawa x reader (all f!reader)

summary: They all had different styles but one thing they had in common was they loved to eat you when others were around.

warnings/contents: 18+  cumplay, eating out, spit kink, choking, public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism,  gangbangs, mdni (everything will be under ‘keep reading’

notes: okay, so this was meant to focus on how the boys ate you out but one thing led to another. this is just basically my headcanons how the boys eat you out, and then how it leads to you being shared by the four seijoh boys, because who doesn’t want to be shared by the seijoh 4? 

word count: 3.1k+

masterlist | busy thinking about the seijoh 4 18+

OIKAWA

A tease 

Loves to drag it out when he can 

Little nips here and there

Giving you a taste of what you want but moving back before he gave you any actual pleasure

This man is patient, let me tell you

Can go for hours to edge you

Keep reading

[mawenskiblue]

YOU GET JEALOUS OF THEIR MANAGER

Relationships: atsumu x reader, matsukawa x reader (issei calls reader ‘my girl’ once)

Content/Warnings: angst, fluff, suggestive in both parts (highly suggestive in matsukawa’s part), mdni. atsumu is a lil bit toxic but he redeems himself. me bullying oikawa for five minutes straight. 

Summary: You get jealous of their managers. 

masterlist | kuroo’s part| daichi’s part | bokuto’s part

notes: this is absolute word vomit and very self indulgent, hope you enjoy. i do have a daichi one in the drafts, it was supposed to go in here but it was just too long so i’ll probs put it up later. if y’all like this, let me know, and if you want others hmu, if i can, i’ll write it! 

Atsumu 

Dating Atsumu meant two of many things. 

1. that you were prone to see girls fawning over him, constantly, no matter where the two of you were. 

Whether it was at school, the park, the grocery store, or even on public transport. 

You were used to it. But that didn’t mean that you felt comfortable with it. 

2. Atsumu absolutely loved teasing you. 

It was the first week back, and you knew that there was a new manager for the volleyball team. 

The team wanted you to try out for the manager, knowing that you would get it but with your study load and extra activities there was just no time at all. 

Turning the position down called for external recruits. 

While it looked fun and maybe would have brought your social status up by being the manager of the volleyball team, it was also hard work. Especially when you had someone like Atsumu on the team. 

Which is why you were happy when you visited the team after the first week back and saw that the manager was getting along with your boyfriend. 

At first it was fine. Atsumu could have friends that were the opposite gender, just like you were. 

You visited as much as you could but each time it seemed like they got closer, it didn’t help that Atsumu was raving about her to you every time you hung out. 

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someone else tries to kiss them

“immediately no.” -stops the person before they can even open their mouth. just places their hand in front of the person’s face, not caring if he seems rude. he’s happy with you and he does not have any respect for anyone that tries to break that up. 

sakusa, suna, osamu, meian, iwaizumi, kenma, ukai jr, tsukishima 

“no, thank you.” -listens to the person to be polite, but will never, ever entertain the thought of it. literally his mind is you, it’s like your face is that bouncing dvd thing when you pause it. when he finishes listening to the person he just goes ‘no, thank you’, turns around and leaves to find you. 

ushijima, kita, daichi, aone, bokuto, hirugami bros, hinata, barnes, yamaguchi 

just makes out with you. -doesn’t even listen to the person, just turns you around in his lap and sticks his tongue down your throat. doesn’t care that it seems obscene or it’s disgusting, he wants the world to know that he’s lucky enough to call you his. doesn’t stop even when the person leaves. 

atsumu, suna, oikawa, bokuto, kuroo, mattsun, terushima, ukai jr, futakuchi 

judges and stares at them until they go away. -he doesn’t open his mouth, doesn’t move from his spot, all he does is raise an eyebrow until the person gets the silent message. it’s awkward and it’s uncomfortable, and that’s what he exactly wants. he wants the person in front of him to feel like they screwed up, which they did. clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth before he turns around and wraps his arms around you. 

sakusa, oikawa, akaashi, kuroo, kageyama, mattsun, hanamaki, kenma, shion, futakuchi, tsukishima 

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but i love you, so please, let me go

Relationship: seijoh 4 x reader 

Warnings: angst to fluff, more like a comfort fic. 

notes: second interpretation of ‘but i love you, so please let me go’. this one more focuses on friendship, and sometimes how you have to move on but that doesn’t mean the people and the memories will leave. picture yourself as a second year at seijoh -at least that’s how i wrote it in mind. (also, fun fact, notice where i put the commas in the title)

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You knew that it was going to happen, you’ve prepared yourself this whole year for it, so why does it still break your heart watching your best friends take their final step from high school? 

“(Y/N)-chan!” Tooru beamed at you as he waved his diploma over his head. He fully ran to you, picked you up and spun you around. “Can you believe it?” 

“Tooru!” You scolded, “Off me, right now!” He gave you a smile but kept his arms around you. “Can’t believe that even on your last day you’re still bugging me.” 

“But you love it (Y/N)-chan-,” before Oikawa could finish his sentence he was hit by a flying piece of clothing. He turned around a pout already forming on his lips. 

“Shitty-kawa, stop bothering (Y/N),” Iwaizumi picked up his jacket from the ground and grinned at you. “Thanks for coming today.” 

“Yeah, stinky, thanks for coming today,” Makki jogged up to where you were and pinched your cheeks. You looked behind him and sure enough Issei was slowly trudging along. 

“Oi! I’m not stinky,” you rebutted, giving him a brief punch. 

“You are, you’re very stinky, stinky,” Issei grinned as he finally reached you guys. 

You rolled your eyes and pulled from the group, “You know for very recent graduates, all of you are very immature.” You looked towards Iwa and grinned at him, “Not you though, Haji, love you.” 

Iwaizumi winked at you which you replied with a wink back. Issei walked up to you and pinched your nose lightly. “Love you too, Issei.” 

“Stink!” 

“Love you Makki,” at that you received a grin and peace sign. You turn to Oikawa who has a bright smile on his face. “And none for you, Tooru, sorry!” 

At that his face fell, and you prepared yourself for, “Hey! I thought I was your favourite!” Oikawa whined as he stood between you and Iwa, “I’ve been friends with you longer (Y/N)-chan!”

“By like two hours, Whiny-kawa,” Iwa bumped into Oikawa’s shoulder and started walking alongside you. 

“Two hours longer than you, Iwa-chan!” 

As if the bickering was the go ahead for them to start walking, you stayed a couple of steps behind. You looked at the four boys that were all huddled by the gate of Aoba Johsai, a familiar site that’s greeted you more times than you can count. Something heavy in your gut fell, and a tight hold on your heart clenched more times than you would like. This, this will be the last time that you’ll see this. 

“Come on, (Y/N)-chan! You know that the mochi you like will run out if everyone gets there before we do!”

You could see them there in front of you, Iwa and Oikawa bickering, as Makki and Issei share a knowing look. Issei turns to face you and gives you a lazy smile, he beckons with his hand for you to meet them. 

Yes, this will be the last time you see them waiting for you like this at Aoba Johsai.

As you jog up to them, like on instinct, Iwa and Oikawa take the front, still bickering, you take the middle space between Issei and Makki, the former wrapping his arms around your shoulder. 

Makki takes one look at you and smiles, “You okay, little fern?” 

A cool breeze sweeps through the five of you, and your heart tightens one more time before letting go. “Yeah, Makki, I am.” 

But you know that your boys will always wait for you, no matter where you all are.

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UNCONVENTIONAL LOVE AFFAIR ┊ SEIJOH FOUR

synopsis: the relationship you and your four best friends shared had always been looked upon with scrutiny. after a reunion and a little bit of liquid courage, you realise the suspicion wasn’t all that unfounded.

tags: AFAB FEM reader x seijoh 4 (Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Matsukawa Issei, Hanamaki Takahiro), best friends to lovers, M/M and F/M action (we all fucking each other, it do be gay folks), oral sex (m!receiving & f!receiving), fingering (vaginal), 69 position, dry humping, group sex (fivesome), vaginal penetration, masturbation, handjobs, alcohol (they’re only slightly tipsy), protected sex, after care, fluff and smut, polygamous vibes (nothing about this screams casual lol), affectionate petnames (baby, pretty girl, good girl, angel)

wc: 5k

It's been a long time since the five of you have been together in one place. Naturally you'd seen all four of them on separate occasions, sometimes meeting up with Issei and Takahiro for a meal, or visiting Hajime and Tooru when they were home for the new year. But this weekend you were all finally in the same country, same prefecture, same bar, for the first time in years, and you could feel something inside you become whole again.

Truthfully you hadn’t realised just how much you’d missed it; the light hearted banter and the laughter, how loving and playful and handsy you all were with each other. The friendship you shared with these boys was something you'd be hard pressed to find anywhere else. It was special, and you savoured every moment you had with them.

The night itself had been fun, a large majority of it spent catching each other up on things you’d already said through text, talking so much you’d barely even touched your drinks. You hardly wanted it to end, your heart aching at the thought of having to part with them again.

“Fucker gets prettier every time I see him,” Hajime mutters offhandedly, drink held loosely in his hand, staring off in the direction that Oikawa had walked to order another drink, having finally finished his first. You grin, feeling a little predacious.

“And your biceps get bigger every time I see you,” you reply, arms crossed over the table surface and leaning closer so he can hear you over the distant music, “you don’t see me complaining”.

His eyes meet yours heavily, the pull of a smirk at the corner of his mouth as he flexes the arm holding up his glass. A little tipsy and unashamedly he asks, “want to feel ‘em?”

“You’re an idiot,” you snort. He laughs along with you, the years and distance haven’t changed your friendship at all. It’s every bit as easy as it used to be.

“That a no?”

“You know it isn’t,” you grumble, scooting around the booth and sidling up against him, resting your cheek against his thick shoulder and wrapping your hand around his bicep. At least attempting to, the muscle too dense and built for you to encircle with one hand.

“Hey, I want to feel Hajime up too!”

You hear a distinct and recognisable whine of complaint. Oikawa appears back at the head of the table with a new cocktail in his hand, bottom lip shining and jutted into a pout that you’ve seen many times before it no longer works on you.

Maybe if Iwaizumi was still a teenage boy he would’ve spluttered in embarrassment and told Tooru to get lost, but now he wordlessly offers his other arm to his best friend and the brunette lights up.

“Man, you three got friendly while we were gone, huh?” Hanamaki grins, throwing himself back against the cushions of the booth, Issei joining him with four new drinks between his large hands. You let your stare linger on them for a moment, maybe a little too aroused by the rings adorning his fingers. A drink slides in front of you and you catch Issei’s knowing gaze. Caught.

“Are we finally acknowledging how obscene Iwaizumi’s arms are?” Makki drawls, reaching for his own drink, shaking his wrist out as he does to reposition the watch locked around his forearm.

“Actually we were talking about how pretty Tooru is,” you say with faux nonchalance, dutifully ignoring Hajime’s quick glare. Issei notices and bites back a laugh of his own. Oikawa’s face pinkens and he tilts his head toward the two of you coyly, “you think I’m pretty?”

“We already know you’re pretty, we’ve been subjected to it our whole lives,” Makki groans in protest. “Everyone wanted to fuck you, let someone else have a turn!”

Oikawa latches onto the admission tightly, teeth bared as he grins. “Everyone?” He lilts, eyes narrowing and his expression smug like he thinks he’s won the argument but Takahiro huffs, completely unperturbed and confesses loud and clear:

“Yes, everyone”. The us included goes unsaid.

You watch on as Tooru’s expression morphs into surprise, suddenly becoming very interested in his hands and unable to make eye contact. Issei finally lets himself chuckle unrestrained.

“The great Oikawa Tooru rendered speechless by jobless Hanamaki Takahiro—”

You press your face further into Hajime’s bicep to hide your amusement, feeling him shake with laughter as Makki interrupts Matsukawa with the swipe of his hand in offense.

“Well, it wasn’t just me,” Oikawa cuts in and clears his throat, spinning his cocktail glass in the puddle of condensation that had formed beneath it. He glances at you, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip and leaving a shine behind it.

“It was you, too,” he clarifies. Under their rapt attention the booth feels much smaller, and the heat simmering under your skin can no longer be entirely blamed on the alcohol, especially not as they all murmur in unanimously in agreement.

“I remember the first and second years following you around like a puppy,” Makki muses to the group, an endeared smile on his face as he recalls the memory, “even Kentaro. Remember when he got hit in the face by a serve because he was staring at you?”

“The only puppies I remember following me are you four,” you deflect hastily, swallowing the saliva pooling beneath your tongue, “you shitheads never left me alone”.

“That's cause if we did someone would come snatch you away from us,” Tooru chimes playfully, stretching his hand out to poke the swell of your cheek. You hope he can't feel how hot it is.

“So you all just wanted me to yourselves, is that it?” you reply in jest, but something far hungrier settles behind Oikawa’s eyes, as if you were cornered prey.

“Why do you think we scared away all your little boyfriends?” Hajime adds, though he has the decency to appear somewhat embarrassed about it, gaze flickering between the glasses settled infront of him.

“None of ‘em were good enough for you”.

“Oh, but you all were?” they collectively seem to restrain a smirk at the incredulity in your voice, pitched and flustered by the onslaught of attention.

“Of course,” Takahiro sighs theatrically, leaning his upper body across the table surface towards you, “I would treat you right”.

Oikawa rolls his eyes, cocking his head in a mocking manner. “And who’s paying for her dinner? Your mother’s pocket money?”

“Fuck you, Oikawa!”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

The tension does not settle, but it no longer feels suffocating, eased by their familiar banter. Again, for what may be the hundredth time that evening, your stomach is tight with laughter. The knowledge that they all want you gradually settles into your thoughts, clicking into place as you accept it.

“Maybe you’re not entirely wrong,” you confess aloud after another short sip of your sake, warm and fond, "no one makes me happier than you four idiots. I’m surprised it wasn’t obvious”.

“People spread all sorts of rumours about the five of us back in high school”.

“Like what?” Hajime asks lowly, but as you turn to answer him Matsukawa's voice cuts into the conversation.

“They all thought we were fucking each other”.

The silence that then descends upon the booth isn’t awkward or uncomfortable, rather it’s heavy, magnetic. Anticipatory. It only worsens as it stretches, nobody bothering to speak up in denial.

While the rumour may have had no truth to it, you couldn’t lie and say you hadn’t thought about it.

"Well, I wouldn't be opposed..." Hanamaki eventually mutters with his gaze pointedly averted to the ceiling. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, silently agreeing with the sentiment, an outlandish suggestion waiting on the tip of your tongue.

Between the five of you, it was clear you were thinking the same thing.

“Are we genuinely all considering this?” Issei asks dubiously.

“Isn’t it kind of unbalanced?” Hajime grimaces, his gaze falling to where you're seated beside him, “and it’s an uneven number—”

“Hajime, are you seriously thinking about the logistics of our possible fivesome right now?” Oikawa grins, pink cheeked and tipsy, “you’re so cute”.

“Speaking of logistics,” Makki interrupts with arms stretched up over his head with a satisfying click, the hem of his shirt lifting to reveal his soft stomach, “who the hell has a bed big enough for all of us?”

You still. That’s where you would come in. It wasn't often that you spoiled yourself, but your bed was your favourite place, emperor sized and taking up most of the room — weighted and heated blankets galore. It could probably fit four men over six foot tall.

Probably.

“My place might work?”

That's how you find yourself sitting anxiously in the middle of your bed, the familiar covers thick and comfortable beneath your knees. The mattress dips, then you feel the heat of another body close behind you, following you toward the headboard.

Getting here had been a quick affair, money thrown onto the table and an uber already waiting. But now you're restless and waiting, the boys busy arguing under their breath about who should go where. Impatient, you pull your shirt over your head and cast it aside, taking note of the suspicious silence that befell the room, and reach to unhook the clasp of your bra. Practiced and easy, the straps slip into the crook of your arms and the cups fall forward, revealing your breasts.

“Fuck,” a chorus of rough voices, all of them thick with want and all of it for you. The sheets shift, and then a large tan hand is pressing you down into the pillows.

“What’re you doing?”

“What I want,” Issei hums, kneeling between your legs to lean toward your exposed chest, eyes looking to you for permission. You nod sharply, and the corner of his lips quirk up at your eagerness.

“Just go with it, and don’t think so much,” he mutters offhandedly over his shoulder to the others before taking your nipple into his mouth. You inhale sharply, spine bowing to press into the touch.

“Shit, okay,” Hajime grunts, approaching the bed. With more tenderness that necessary, he turns your face with both hands cradling your cheeks and kisses you. Hesitant at first, his lips are gentle and reassuring, growing fervent as you respond with enthusiasm. He licks into your mouth, tongue languidly circling your own, a hand slipping down the side of your throat so his thumb can brush over your pulse. It’s unbearably fast.

Another warm body falls to the right of yours, ears pricking to the recognisable sound of tongues and teeth meeting. A familiar ache of arousal pulses between your legs at the sound of Tooru’s distinct whimper, plucked skilfully from the back of his throat. You feel pulled in every direction, overwhelmed, struggling to focus your attention on Hajime as Issei's hand begins to massage firm circles into your inner thigh. Your breath hitches as it slides closer to your pussy.

Hajime notices and pulls away from you momentarily, a string of spit hanging between the two of you, peering over to where you suspect Oikawa is laid. You swallow thickly as his eyes glaze over, struck by the sight, and you find yourself wanting to look too.

You empathise with his reaction, throbbing as you take in the image of Oikawa pinned under Hanamaki, engaged in a wet kiss as their hips roll in synchrony. It's an awful push and pull, aroused yet find yourself frustrated, wanting to touch them, touch all of them, and not being able to.

Takahiro catches your stare in his peripheral through half lidded eyes and smirks knowingly, stretching himself across Tooru to get to you. Unexpectedly, his arm passes over you, hand cupping the back of Hajime’s neck and pulling him down until the three of your mouths meet in the middle. It’s hot, clumsy and wet, your jaw falling slack as Issei strokes his fingers across your pussy. Hiro exhales a laugh at your whine.

"Keep touchin' her like that".

Warm hands roam the length of your body, barely cognisant of who they might belong to, startled by a hot breath against your clothed pussy. You turn away from the kiss to collect yourself and find you’re nose to nose with Tooru, flushed a beautiful red and watching you unblinkingly, like he’s scared he might miss something. You tilt your chin forward to kiss him, too, because it hardly seems fair that you haven’t yet. Gently sucking his lower lip between your teeth, you taste a faint hint of strawberry from his flavoured chapstick and feel yourself smile. It’s sweet, like him, and his lips are devastatingly soft. Pillowy, plump in a way that makes you want to take a bite out of them.

There's the hard press of a cock against your hip, accompanied by a choked moan that you’re sure belongs to Hajime. There's the rough murmur of Takahiro's name, followed by a quiet breath of laughter from between your legs. Issei begins to pull down your underwear from beneath your skirt, nuzzling his mouth into the plush of your thigh and leaving behind a path of kisses to the inside of your knee.

“Fuck, look at you,” he rasps, throwing your pants to the other side of the bed, reverent as he parts your legs. His exclamation draws the attention of Hanamaki, who immediately leans back to catch a glimpse of your pussy.

“She’s so wet already,” he murmurs, and Issei hums in agreement, thumbs sliding back down your thighs to gently pull your lips apart. Takahiro reaches down, his long nimble fingers stroking through your folds, collecting your slick and pausing over your clit to massage tight circles against you.

“You’re all still too dressed right now,” you whine in complaint, keenly aware of your vulnerability being the only one in the room without clothes on. They’re all hasty to appease you, movements endearingly clumsy as they tug the material of their shirts and pants off, kicking them off the side of your bed and barely giving you time to consider the mess they’re making.

Oikawa remains at your side, pawing at you, nails leaving small crescent moon indents along your hips and waist, kneading his fingers into the meat of your ass like he's mapping out your body for himself. For those few moments you guiltily forget that the others are with you, and you’re drawn into a bubble in which only you and Tooru exist, his fingers careful as they outline your cunt and slowly press into you.

Brows drawn and jaw slack, body curling into the touch, open mouths pressed together and panting. Blindly you search his body, fist circling his cock in return, thumb swiping through the pre-cum leaking from his slit. With bangs stuck to his forehead and cheeks doused in pink, Oikawa swipes his tongue lazily along the middle of yours, spit falling from the corner of his mouth. Around you the mattress rests uneven, dipped beneath the wait of the three men looming over you, fucking their hands as Tooru fucks you on his fingers. It's voyeuristic, salacious, and dirtier than anything you've ever done.

“God,” Hajime growls, rough hand curling under your knee and folding it against your chest to broaden their view. Heat shoots through you, an imposing and familiar tightening in your lower stomach, your grip on his cock tightening instinctively while Oikawa moans wanton into the crook of your neck.

Right there. His touch curls upwards towards your belly, and you fight weakly against Hajime’s hold to press your thighs together, chest rising and falling in rapid succession as you near your peak.

“Gonna cum,” you whimper, back arching and rolling weakly into the thrusts of his fingers. There is a moment of suspension before you feel yourself tipping over the edge, hips canting up and the muscles of your legs seizing, an embarrassing cry catching in your throat.

“That’s it pretty girl,” Hajime’s voice murmurs from above you. A gentle movement across your cheeks to brush your hair from your face, your leg released from his hold as you’re being turned onto your side, Tooru's fingers sliding carefully out of your pussy.

Hajime shapes his body around yours from behind, caging you against his chest, his cock sliding easily through your wet folds. “Is this ok? Can I fuck you?” he asks, trembling like a man restrained, waiting diligently for your consent. With that you reach over your shoulder to thread through his hair, cupping the back of his neck in reassurance.

You nod.

“We should use condoms,” he stammers at the last second, desperately trying to remain responsible, biting his cheek when his cock catches on your entrance. You’d almost forgotten about using them yourself. Issei is the closest so you point toward your bedside table, the box sitting in the pull out drawer.

Once he has rolled the condom on, Hajime reaches down to guide his cock between your legs. You stretch readily around him as he sheaths himself inside of you, grunts muffled against your shoulder and hips slow, soft pecks left at the nape of your neck.

Tooru scoots closer to your front in a bid for your attention, sandwiching you between their firm bodies and slotting your lips together in a desperate kiss. His is hand now fisted around his own cock, stroking himself languidly and twisting his wrist as you still recover from your first orgasm. Still wanting to make him feel good, your fingers cascade down his lean chest to his nipples, and his hips jerk upwards when you pinch them.

“Hiro? ‘Sei?” You mumble against Tooru's mouth, worried about their absence, wanting to make sure everyone was okay and still with you. Wanting them to feel wanted.

“We’re here baby,” Issei reassures you warmly from somewhere in the room, then moving around the mattress to seat himself behind Tooru's head by the bedframe. While Hajime fucks into you with long, purposeful strokes, Hanamaki busies himself by lapping messily at your clit, completely unperturbed by the passing of Iwaizumi’s cock, his other hand resting idly on Oikawa’s calf.

Issei spreads his thighs and positions himself over you and Tooru, knees sinking into the pillows by the headboard. His cock hangs heavy and twitching with impatience, so you tilt your chin up from the kiss to welcome him into your mouth.

“That’s it baby,” he groans, the tip hitting the back of your throat. You clench unceremoniously at the praise and Hajme hisses, his thrusts quickening and chasing the sensation. Overwhelmed, your other hand flies to tightly grip Takahiro's hair in a pathetic attempt to ground yourself and he groans, fingers digging into the smooth skin of Tooru’s leg as he eventually comes up for air. He's a mess, chin and cheeks slick with spit.

A thumb soon replaces his tongue on your clit and Hiro turns his attention to groping at Oikawa’s defined glutes, fingers inconspicuously disappearing behind the curve of his ass, cock red and throbbing against the pale freckled skin of his thigh. You stare with hunger, debauched and lost in your attempt to suck Issei’s cock, as Makki leans his head up toward Issei to silently ask for a kiss.

The room fills with hot pants, the sharp slap of skin and a cacophony of groans. You’re completely encaged from all sides, the large built bodies of your friends weighted and unrelenting. There’s an air of desperation between the five of you that’s hard to ignore, clearly influencing each other’s actions, frantic and wanting. Oikawa’s breathing hitches, a feeble whimper tumbling from his lips, brows creased and his fist speeding up around his cock. He’s close, you realise.

Your childhood best friend is about to cum all over you while the other is fucking you from behind.

“Figures he’d be pretty even when he cums,” Hajime rasps, bucking into you at the sound, forcing your mouth further down Issei’s cock. You gag helplessly around him and Tooru laughs, the sound cut off by a sharp intake of breath, his entire body seizing as he cums against the soft skin of your stomach.

Issei pays you a small mercy then, shifting his hips away, thick cock leaving your mouth drenched in spit. In that same moment, Tooru recovers and takes a hold of Hajime’s chin, pulling him over your shoulder into a lewd open mouthed kiss. It tips Hajime over the edge, has him driving his cock into your pussy without thought, the crude slapping of skin reverberating in your ears as Hiro tries to synchronize the speed of his thumb over your clit with each thrusts.

When Hajime cums his entire body quakes, cursing tumbling into Oikawa’s mouth as his feet kick out across the covers.

Your orgasm washes over you much more abruptly than the first. You feel yourself bearing down around Hajime’s softening cock, vision flashing black as your eyes squeeze shut. “Haji-” you gasp, his name caught in your throat, sore and wrecked. A hand threads through your hair as you ride it out, another pair of lips to your ear whispering sweet nothings, an arm around your waist caressing the small of your back. You’d never felt more held than in this moment.

“How many times do you think you can cum?” Oikawa wonders aloud, nosing affectionately against your temple, “it’d be fun to find out”.

“Are you trying to kill me?” you groan feebly, wincing at the sensation of Hajime pulling out of you, littering kisses of apology along the curve of your shoulder before moving to get off the bed and dispose of the condom.

Takahiro is quick to claim the vacant spot, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “I wanna know too,” he grins mirthfully. Issei remains seated at the headboard, languidly stroking his cock with eyes settled on you.

“Think you can take one more?” Hiro asks, his question genuine, an air of concern about it. They’re worried about pushing your limits. It’s sweet, but it’s not necessary.

“How do you want me?” is your soft response, determined to see this through, to satiate their curiosity. Issei finally moves at that, lifting himself off the pillows and making his way to the foot of the bed.

“Hiro, c’mere,” Issei says with a slight air of authority, and you notice that he’s holding another condom packet between his fingers. Takahiro glares petulantly but complies, shuffling to the end of the bed as he’s told to. Issei then directs him to lie on his back with his head pointed toward the end of the mattress rather than the headboard.

“Now you,” he signals with the nod of his head, a gentle smile resting on his lips that's betrayed by the predacious glimmer in his eyes. Tooru helps you up and you crawl over to them on all fours, ignoring Hanamaki’s playful whistle.

“Sit on his face with your back to me and suck his cock, can y’do that for me?”

You huff at the instructions, covering for the fact that his condescending tone shoots right through your body, pussy already aching. Hiro has no complaints, eagerly lifting his upper half off the sheets to meet you with his tongue before you’ve even taken a seat, and you whine at the sensitivity.

Leaning forward onto your forearms you take Takahiro's cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head, tense as it passes teasingly over his frenulum. You’re rewarded with a rough groan against your pussy, the sound vibrating sweetly against your clit.

“That’s it angel,” Tooru praises, laid on his front watching you take Takahiro down your throat, gagging around him as you feel the tip of Issei's cock slide through your folds. As he presses into you he takes two handfuls of your ass, rocking you back down onto his length, the weight of your body pressing Hanamaki into the sheets.

Any concerns of suffocating him are quickly placated, Hanamaki's hips jolting upwards in pleasure as he drags the flat of his tongue over your clit, tilting his head back further to lap at the underside of Issei's cock.

He's a little bigger than Hajime. The stretch is apparent, a gentle sting but not uncomfortable. It’s as if your entire body is alight, reactive to the smallest touch, accompanied by the weightless swoop in your stomach. Each pass of Hiro’s tongue draws you closer to the edge, body winding tighter around the drag of Issei’s cock, his fingers bruising against your hips.

“Not gonna last long,” Issei pants, the words strained. Hanamaki murmurs in agreement, and you feel him throbbing heavily on the flat of your tongue. You’re holding yourself up with shear determination alone, arms trembling and threatening to give way, when a hand enters your field of vision.

“I’ll help you out, ‘kay?” Tooru smirks, clasping around the lower half of Hiro’s length. With a particularly powerful thrust from Issei, you let yourself collapse against Hiro’s thigh, watching as he fucks Oikawa's fist. You hear his uncharacteristic growl, cock pulsing as he begins to cum, spilling over onto his navel.

With Issei still holding your hips up the change in position has his cock repeatedly kissing your sweet spot. Hiro is quick to collect himself, tensing his tongue and flicking it rapidly over your clit, the pace continuing even through his own orgasm.

You're left squirming with your thighs clamped either side of his head. “Fuck, I’m already—” the warning is interrupted by your own drawn out moan, back arching up obscenely and an unforgiving grip on the sheets. Your third orgasm ripples through you, intense and unending, the pleasure ebbing through you in its aftershocks. A string of disjointed curses fall from Matsukawa's mouth with a final jerk of his hips, pulling you firmly against his pelvis, keeping his cock nestled inside you as he cums. He continues to undulate his hips even as he softens, and you cry weakly at how raw you feel.

You feel yourself clench around the emptiness as he eventually slides himself out of your pussy, begging him to stay. Gathering the little strength you have left, you roll yourself off of Takahiro's stomach, snorting at his dramatic inhale of breath. If you still had feeling in your arms you'd swat at him.

Issei bows to press a kiss to your cheek, leaving a hushed murmur of 'good girl' before going to dispose of the condom, Hanamaki following him into the bathroom soon after. Hajime appears at the edge of the bed in his boxers with a pint glass of water and a damp rag in his grasp. He hands the cloth to Tooru and he uses it to wipe down your stomach, apologising quietly for the mess he made, completely lacking in sincerity judging by the pleased grin on his face. Indulging yourself, you allow Hajime to tilt your chin up and help you with taking a drink, the cool liquid like balm against the rawness of your throat. He clicks his tongue.

“We got too carried away,” he murmurs, the guilt clear in his tone.

“I’m fine, Haji,” you reply. The rasp to your voice doesn’t help to convince him, but the tension in his shoulders bleeds out at the knowledge that you weren't upset.

“Post-coital cuddles are in order!” Takahiro calls out as he returns from the bathroom, still naked as the day he was born, cock soft and swaying between his thighs. Tooru glares in his direction, completely affronted.

“I never want to hear you say that again,” he grimaces. Hajime snorts in amusement, kneeling back on the bed and wrapping a strong arm around your stomach, lifting you against his chest much like he had before and sinking into the pillows resting by the headboard. You turn to tuck your face into his collar,

“Make room for us,” Hiro complains, pressing himself up against your side and latching around your middle. Issei joins without comment while Hajime extends an arm to Tooru in invitation, which he accepts with enthusiasm.

They all make sure to have a hand on some part of you, Issei rubbing your back and Hajime affectionally playing with your hair. Sleep is calling to you, but there’s the lingering of anxiety of everything left unsaid, of all the lines you'd crossed.

As if he can sense your anxiety, Oikawa squashes his cheek comically against Hajime's bicep, looking every bit exhausted as you feel. "We should do that all the time," he mumbles.

You grin, happiness and satisfaction seeping into your bones, surrounded by the men you care for the most. “Yeah,” you slur, eyes falling shut, “we should…”

[mawenskiblue]

Happy pocky day with baby Seijoh 4!!!