#[ 𓃥 ] – inarizaki

[kurosukii]

𝐞𝐜𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲

pairing: miya atsumu, miya osamu x f!reader

summary: there’s a fuzzy feeling in your stomach when they choose you to taste the new onigiri flavor for the restaurant, but little did you know...

genre: smut, mafia au

warnings: 18+. noncon/dubcon, yandere themes, somnophilia, drugging (they give you an aphrodisiac), dacryphilia, bastard and sleazy miya twins, objectification, multiple orgasms, threesome (no brother action), slight bondage, corruption, praise, degradation, pussy slaps, spanking, hair-pulling, fingering, nipple play, spitting, oral (f and m receiving), face-fucking, facial, squirting, double penetration, anal, creampie

word count: 4.7k

author's note: for @iwas-baby crime and punishment collab! thanks for letting me join! pls i was heating up while writing this . (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI) @hqintheclub

no beta we fall like heroes <33

[12:14 PM]

the background laughter and conversations amidst the soft music playing through the speakers are probably some of the things you loved about onigiri miya.

the food is amazing, the atmosphere is calming (despite the occasional group of rowdy youths that grab a bite) and because it’s a family-owned restaurant, everyone is so friendly, even towards newcomers like you.

of course, it doesn’t hurt that the owner is a sight for sore eyes. grey-haired with brown roots, coupled with even darker grey eyes and a muscled frame hidden underneath his black long-sleeved uniform—it’s no wonder that you and the rest keep coming back.

he introduced himself to you as miya osamu, accompanied with a crooked smile that had you weak in the knees.

“may i interest you with one of our specials? it’s on the house,” he had said, causing you to gasp and fumble with your hands, frantically replying “no! um, it’s alright, i’ll pay!”

osamu just laughed and shushed you, not minding your shocked expression. he insisted, and you would have argued with him further had he not winked at you slyly.

you’re a sucker for guys like him and it’s proven with the way the butterflies in your stomach fluttered like crazy.

since then, you’d been forgoing your packed bentos in favor of visiting your new favorite restaurant every lunch break. your cheeks burned in embarrassment when you realized that you just have a tiny crush on the handsome owner.

it went on like that for weeks, skirting around each other, sending flirty smiles and gazes, cracking jokes, and sharing little anecdotes of your life in the hopes that the other would finally make a move.

it’s your routine with osamu until it got disrupted when you finally met his brother and their...who was it? old friend?

osamu never really gave much away from his private life. he was very tight-lipped about it, but you guessed that he was just really a private person.

maybe if you had prodded further, things would’ve turned out differently.

“sweetheart! right on time, want ya to meet my scrub of a brother and uh, our very dear friend.”

it’s the first thing you hear when you open the doors into the restaurant, and your eyebrow quirks in confusion when you realize that it’s empty. funny, you didn’t see any ‘closed’ sign on the glass doors...

the pet name didn't go unnoticed, however, it never does, and osamu loves it when your cheeks flame in response to his teasing.

your attention is taken by his brother—you learned that his name is atsumu—when he bristles and frowns at osamu’s insult, immediately punching him in the arm.

“oi ‘samu! why’re ya calling me a scrub in front of the pretty lady?!”

you duck your head at his compliment, giggling at their brotherly antics when their quiet friend makes his presence known.

his hair is like osamu’s, but a couple of shades lighter and he regards you with a small smile as he raises his head in approval. you notice a dark shape protruding from his neck, is that a tattoo?

“kita, at your service,” the shorter man says, bowing his head in greeting as he keeps his clasped hands behind his back.

atsumu interrupts kita by taking your hand in his much larger and calloused one and drops a kiss on your knuckles. he’s definitely the more shameless twin.

it’s uncanny how he and osamu share the same face; the only way you can tell them apart is by their eyes and hair—atsumu’s eyes are warmer, more on the chocolate side and his hair is ash blonde and brown at the roots.

“ya already know my name, pretty,” he winks, smirking when an embarrassed expression crosses your face.

“stop harassing her, tsumu!” osamu scowls, pulling you from atsumu, cause your back to crash against his warm and firm chest.

kita watches the spectacle with thinly veiled amusement before clearing his throat and making the twins stand up straight.

somehow during their bickering, the twins sandwiched you, leaving a small amount of space in between that has your blood racing with how close and warm they feel.

“before i was so rudely interrupted by my brother, i was gonna ask if ya don’t mind tastin’ this new flavor me and kita came up with?”

osamu says in his deep voice, his large hands resting on your hips as his thumb draws slow circles on your covered skin.

“m-me? to what do i owe the pleasure?” you ask, clearly shocked at osamu’s statement. you totally miss the way atsumu’s eyes flash when you say pleasure.

“you’re a beloved patron of onigiri miya, so we want to run it by you first. besides, osamu values your opinion.”

kita finishes, and while your brain deduces that this is probably the reason the restaurant went under an impromptu closing, you feel someone discreetly sniffing your hair. you don’t have time to question it because the loud blonde pipes in.

“i value your opinion too! i know we just met but i can see why samu’s so smitten with ya,” atsumu reveals, and his brother quickly swears and punches him in the chest.

your heart swells at the idea that maybe your affections are returned; the other miya is quickly growing on you too, he’s different from his brother but it’s a good kind of different.

kita watches from the sides, silently appraising osamu’s—and by connection, atsumu’s—newest toy. you’re a pretty little thing, it’s no wonder that osamu has been so taken with you—so taken that he’s been neglecting his other duties.

such as testing the new party drugs their clan has been brewing at the basement of their compound.

like the dynamic of most twins, atsumu quickly catches on to his brother’s newest obsession; it’s why he couldn’t waste the opportunity of seeing you in the flesh and he definitely likes what he sees, you’re such a cute girl.

like osamu, he’s already had multiple fantasies of you ever since his brother showed him a picture of you sleeping. your pretty face would look so nice moaning in ecstasy and your luscious lips would look divine wrapped around his thick cock.

atsumu guesses that maybe you might need a bit of an enhancer so to speak, something to encourage you to let him and his brother have their way with you.

their lucky stars must be shining down on them because kita needs a dry run of the product, and it just so happens that the drug amplify the user’s sex drive.

so why not kill two birds with one stone?

“c’mon, i hear samu’s new onigiri flavor tastes amazing,” atsumu says, chuckling to himself as if he knows something you don’t.

osamu plants a small kiss on the crown of your head, shocking you and making you squeak. but he just smiles at you, grey eyes twinkling with mischief as he guides you by the arm towards the kitchen of his restaurant.

you miss the way he nods to kita as the older man nods back, placing his hands in his pockets before he strides towards the doors and into a waiting black car by the sidewalk.

“...she’s so fuckin’ wet, samu.”

“‘course she is. our pretty baby is a fuckin’ whore for us, ain’t she?”

their voices are a bit muffled, but you can definitely make out what they’re saying, as opposed to when you were streaming in and out of consciousness previously.

but this time, you’re finally torn from your fitful sleep because your body feels like it’s being kissed by fire.

you try to wipe your eyes to clear out the fogginess and stray tears but quickly discover that you can’t even move your hands.

“look at her buckin’ her hips against your mouth while she’s half conscious.”

that’s osamu’s voice, isn’t it? and what is he—?

“f-fuck!” you shriek, your chest heaving when you feel someone suckle your puffy clit harshly into their mouth. your body is slick with sweat, clinging to the soft and silken sheets beneath you.

you find out that the person responsible is atsumu, and the said miya is between your trembling legs, blonde hair in disarray as his tongue licks and sucks on your aching clit.

atsumu catches your eye and winks, lifting his head to blow you a kiss before returning to the task at hand. (more like at mouth.)

“finally, you’re awake, sleepyhead. didn’t expect that the drug would knock you out like that,” osamu says, more to himself than you as he sits on his haunches.

he palms your breast and his fingers give a quick pinch to your nipple, causing you to moan and buck your hips against his brother’s face. atsumu groans at your movement, and the vibrations send a shiver down your spine.

“w-what did you do to me, o-osamu?” you question him with tears in your eyes. the tears are from the pain of how hot and tingly your body feels, rather than the absolutely fucked up situation you’re slowly starting to realize you’re in.

you wail when you feel atsumu’s tongue bury inside of you, and your eyes roll back from the sheer pleasure of it all. your thighs threaten to close around the blonde’s head but his strength overpowers you.

his arms wrap around your thigh, preventing you from suffocating him as he bobs his head in a fashion that has your pussy gushing even more, causing you to gasp and moan his name brokenly.

was this the work of the drug? the fire you’re feeling in your veins and belly?

osamu tuts, displeased by how his twin brother is monopolizing your attention. he holds your chin with one hand so you can face him, while the other slowly strokes his leaking cock.

your eyes widen at his size, but you can’t help but become even more aroused at the length and girth that osamu’s carrying. it even looks more enticing when you realize that his entire left arm, as well as his shoulder, is covered with a myriad of tattoos that are all intertwined.

just who the hell are these people?

“kita-san wanted us to test out the new product. he’ll be damn well pleased to know it’s working.”

“p-product? what the hell—”

“shh, pretty girl. that’s enough talkin’. won’t you let me fuck your mouth, hmm?” osamu cuts you off by slipping his thumb between your lips, pressing down on your tongue as you struggle in your bonds.

your struggle is futile, the twins know it—you know it.

because with the way atsumu is practically making out with your pussy and combined with osamu’s saccharine words, your resolve is slowly crumbling.

it doesn’t help that the drug is finally showing its desired effects. the aphrodisiac in the onigiri osamu fed you is spreading through your bloodstream and increasing your sex drive, making you hornier and needier than you would normally be.

osamu knows it as well. a smirk graces his handsome face when he sees the pupils in your eyes practically disappear. you’re a hot mess; loud and needy whines erupt from your mouth, muffled by his thumb.

your chest is rising and falling rapidly, your breathing picking up as your hips move on their own accord. you’re riding his brother’s face and atsumu groans, slapping your thighs to show his approval.

“tsumu’s happily eatin’ your cunt, won’t you suck my cock? please?” osamu pleads, his grey eyes feigning hurt at your ignorance of his problem.

you nod vigorously as you whimper. you want, no, you need more. you need to be filled.

“open up, baby,” osamu orders as he removes his thumb, groaning when he sees a string of spit connecting his finger to your mouth. you whine when he guides his cock to you, smearing his pre-cum as he taps the tip of his cock on your cheek.

you squeak when atsumu’s teeth graze your clit, then moan long and hard when he soothes the little bite with his tongue, sucking the bud into his mouth. osamu seizes the opportunity and deftly slips his cock between your lips, and you can’t help but whine when his girth stretches your lips to the point where it aches.

osamu shivers when the vibrations from your moan go straight to his cock. he barely gives you a few moments to prepare yourself before his fingers tug at your hair and shoves his entire length in your mouth.

your squeal gets muffled, gagging as tears spring into your eyes at the sudden intrusion. but you find it so arousing that your mouth is being used as a cocksleeve. your arms struggle against the silk cloth tied around your wrists but not because you want to push the twins away.

rather, you want to run your shaking hand down osamu’s abs, and through atsumu’s soft blonde strands. you just want to touch them like how they’re touching you.

osamu moans when his cock reaches the back of your throat, his other arm holding the headboard as he pulls his hips back to thrust into your mouth. his grip on your hair tightens as he controls the movements of your head, his lips parting as he watches the tears mix with the drool that’s seeping from your mouth.

you’re making an even bigger mess of his cock and you can’t control your cries of pleasure either—though it’s all garbled—because atsumu pushes your legs up to your chest, holding your thighs as the folds of your pussy squeeze together.

from what you can gather through the mess of limbs and your blurry vision, atsumu’s right arm is moving rapidly with his hand wrapped around his cock as he jerks off with a speed equal to osamu’s thrusts in your mouth.

another notable thing about his arm is that it seems like it’s parallel to osamu’s tattoos; the entire sleeve, along with his shoulder as well, are covered with the black ink but your thought gets derailed quickly by the fact that atsumu is a savage pussy eater, uncaring of the sounds or mess he’s making.

whatever they’re doing, it doesn’t change the fact that both twins are on a mission; one’s determined to take pleasure from you and the other one is determined to make you cum all over his mouth.

“fuck yeah, that’s a good slut, letting me fuck her mouth,” osamu hisses as the headboard creaks beneath his tight grip. his grey eyes flutter as you choke and gag all over his dick, his fingers tightening in your hair as the vibrations from your mouth increase in intensity.

his abs clench and balls tighten from his incoming orgasm, eyebrows furrowing when his twin gets even louder and messier where he’s eating your slutty cunt. there’s practically a puddle where atsumu’s eating you and your slick is smeared across the back of your thighs and crevice of your ass.

eyes even blurrier through the cascading tears, it seems like your body is only getting hotter the nearer you get to your orgasm. your clit is throbbing and painful from atsumu’s ministrations, your lower stomach tightening until the spring threatens to snap.

osamu’s cock thrusting in your mouth feels so good too, you feel like you’re about to burst with all the pleasure you’re feeling—just a few more thrusts, a few more slurps, and suckling—

“fuck i’m gonna cum!” osamu groans, cutting your train of thought as you feel atsumu’s moan rumble against your pussy. all three of you cum together, the cries of your pleasure bouncing against the walls of the room as your body stiffens then shakes as the fire in your veins stretch throughout your sweaty form.

“fuckin’ shit, yeah take my cum baby, that’s a good slut, c’mon swallow it.” osamu says through gritted teeth, jaw clenching as he empties his load down your throat. there’s so much cum that it spills around the sides of your lips, leaving a white ring around his cock as tears stream down your face.

atsumu’s too busy smearing his release all over your throbbing pussy, spreading the white strings between your folds and teasing your clit with his continuously leaking tip as he lets out a couple of groaned expletives.

“want me to paint your face with my cum?”

your eyes flutter at osamu’s question, the grey-haired twin getting an idea as he watches his brother make his mark on you with his leaking cock. your shiny eyes look pathetic, wide, and pleading to get branded by osamu’s cum. he moans at how slutty and needy you look, pulling his still hard cock out of your overused mouth.

he bites his lower lip as he presses the tip of his dick on your face, watching intently as droplets of white mark your sweaty cheek. fuck, if this isn’t an explicit sign that he, and begrudgingly his brother, have ownership over you, then he doesn’t know what is.

“fuckin’ slutty bitch, wish you could see how messy your face is.” atsumu croons, brown eyes watching with glee as his brother smears his cum over your pretty face.

“shit, haven’t jerked off like that since i was a teenager,” atsumu quips to himself as he winces at how sensitive his cock feels. his balls are still so heavy, the only way he’ll feel satisfied is if he empties himself inside your cunt.

“you got a real good pussy on ya, princess.”

you whine, jerking against your bonds when atsumu slaps your hypersensitive pussy, whimpering pathetically as more slick gushes out of you. you can’t control the way your hips involuntarily roll against the air, searching for something to fill you up with. your body is still burning from the aphrodisiac and even though atsumu is talented with his mouth—you need more.

“look at her samu, still horny as fuck. want your other holes to be filled that badly, huh?” atsumu teases, giving your pussy a few more slaps. the bed sinks underneath his weight, brown eyes piercing through you. “good thing me and samu are good guys. don’t worry, you’ll get your cocks, sweetheart.”

the twins move quickly; you squeak when your wrists fall to your stomach, immediately realizing how sore your arms feel from being held up for so long. osamu’s holding a shiny knife, clearly having freed from the silk cloth.

he returns it to the drawer while atsumu makes himself comfortable against the headboard, mirroring your position as he pulls you on top of him, your palms finding purchase on his warm and defined chest.

he observes the dried cum on your face with interest as his tattooed arm makes its way between your legs. two of his fingers prod and play with your pussy before he inserts them inside, causing you to whine and instinctively ride his fingers.

atsumu clicks his tongue in disapproval as he holds you still while osamu takes his place behind you. osamu pushes your lower back none too gently, further deepening your arch as your body trembles from flames of unadulterated desire.

osamu spreads your cheeks, loudly spitting on your asshole. the wetness on your puckered hole makes you squeal and squirm as his fingers spread the globule of spit around the tight ring of muscle.

“have you ever had your ass fucked before?” he asks but doesn’t wait for you to answer because his fingers circle the rim of your ass, smirking when your back arches even more. atsumu probably curled his fingers inside of you, miffed at the way osamu captured your attention.

osamu’s question hangs in the air, you have never had your ass fucked, and usually, the apprehension of partaking in something foreign would weigh you down, but then again, that’s what the drug is for—removing one’s inhibitions, to formally speak.

the brothers stimulate your holes with their thick and skilled fingers, their mouths spewing filthy words as they watch you take them, causing your cheeks to burn. your nails scratch along atsumu’s chest, grunting when osamu inserts his index finger in your ass down to the knuckle.

the tip of his tongue rests on his lower lip as he swirls his finger inside your ass, stretching you out so you can take his cock. he spits again before his middle finger stretches you further. your head is hung low as you slowly move your hips along the rhythm of their fingers, gasping when the twins probe at an extra sensitive spot.

osamu removes his fingers from your stretched hole while atsumu continues to torture you, his other hand holding your chin as he pulls your face towards his. he captures your lips with his own, not caring about the taste of his twin’s cock lingering in your mouth.

you moan against atsumu’s lips when osamu taps his heavy cock on your ass—as if he’s saying hello—before the tip nudges your hole. red streaks from your nails cover atsumu’s pecs as osamu’s dick splits your ass open.

“your ass looks so pretty stretched around my cock—fuck, you’re so tight,” osamu hisses when he bottoms out, prompting atsumu to remove his fingers from you as he sucks and nibble away at your bottom lip. one of his hands squeezes your waist as he guides his cock to your pussy.

atsumu slowly brings you down on his lap, causing all three of you to cry out in pleasure. the skin separating them is thin and they’re both so thick that they can feel the weight of each other’s cock. both of them are cursing while you’re just there, cross-eyed and drool freely dropping from your mouth as your body trembles from practically being split in half.

atsumu bottoms out and the two brothers groan, your name mixing with a couple more colorful expletives. they take one long deep breath before osamu pulls out, only leaving the tip inside. he goes back deep in your ass with one hard thrust, your whimper turning into a scream as your body jolts forward.

atsumu takes that as his cue to mirror his brother’s actions and soon they fall into a near-perfect rhythm that only twins can do. osamu’s large hands are holding your hips so hard, his fingers surely leaving bruises on your skin. atsumu, on the other hand, is slapping your ass so hard that there are imprints of his palm on your jiggling skin.

just like the twins’ rugged and edgy looks, they fuck you rough and fast, greatly encouraged by your loud and pathetic cries as they take turns ruining your holes.

“this good enough for you, whore?” osamu hisses in your ear, hips thrusting wildly as he pulls your body back and forth on his cock.

“both your holes will be overflowing with our cum, ain’t that what ya wanted?” atsumu teases you, groaning when you tighten around him. the smacks of his hand on your ass mix with the slaps of your thighs on his lap.

“more, more!” you beg, face messy with fresh tears, drool, and dried cum. atsumu groans at how completely wrecked you look—his pretty baby, reduced to a mindless whore by his and his twin’s cocks.

“you really just can’t get enough, huh?” osamu grunts, his hips stuttering as he feels you tighten around him. one of his hands tug your hair by the roots. you squeal when he pulls your head towards him, your neck straining from the sudden movement. “we’re already splitting you open and you’re still begging for more?”

his raspy voice against your ear makes you shiver, the deep timbre sending tingles down your spine. you’re inconsolable, their filthy and degrading words not registering because all you currently care about are the two cocks pistoning in and out of you.

“please! need you, need your cocks— fuck, please!”

“yeah? then that’s what you’ll get, pretty,” atsumu rasps, his voice husky as he and osamu make eye contact, their twin telepathy playing in motion. they subtly nod to each other, their thrusts  increasing in intensity and with shortened intervals.

they’re not leaving you enough room to breathe due to their eerily precise movements that are particularly exclusive to twins. they’re loud and noisy, sweaty skin slapping and rubbing against your trembling form; it’s just so messy.

everything is dripping, making an obscene squelching sound as the twins fuck your creamy slick back into you. you’re a blabbering mindless mess and the only thing you know how to be is a glorified sex doll to these wayward brothers as they fuck you with a vigor that nobody has ever had in your life.

the twins are rutting into you, one from below and one from behind. the bed is creaking with your combined weight and movements as the headboard behind atsumu’s back is thumping against the wall. your nails leave red welts on his chest and your neck is aching with how osamu is bending your neck so he can see your fucked out expression.

eyes crossed and unseeing, your eyelids flutter as the pleasure takes over every nerve ending in your body. your vocal cords feel raw with how much you’re stressing your throat (and from osamu’s brutal face-fucking).

you’re clenching and unclenching around them, unintelligible words coming out of your drooling mouth as the twins snatch your breath away from you, tits swaying all over your chest from their powerful and hard thrusts.

“i’m gonna cum,” osamu grunts, voice tight as you clench around him. his eyebrows furrow in concentration, droplets of sweat traveling down his abs.

atsumu whines, not quite at the same place as his twin. “wait samu!”

“hurry the fuck up, dumbass.”

“m-my clit, please!” you plead, eyes wide and bright. you’re almost there, almost. osamu obliges you, one hand from your hip goes down your stomach as he spreads your folds, giving atsumu’s other hand reaches down as he furiously rubs your clit before pinching it.

you scream as you clench around them, causing them to moan your name as their hips jerk and stop abruptly, hot and thick spurts of cum spilling inside of you. their orgasms trigger yours, wailing as clear liquid shoots out of you, drenching atsumu’s abs as your nails scrape his pecs.

your eyes roll to the back of your head just as atsumu gasps, garnering osamu’s attention. the said brother was resting his forehead on your sweaty back, breathing heavily as he languidly raises his head.

“samu! she squirted!”

loud groans fill your ears as more ropes of cum spill from their cock, overflowing your battered pussy. the squelching of mixed fluids is deafening to you, their shallow thrusts pushing out rivulets of white as they moan quietly through their lips. you’re a whimpering and whining mess, the twins stopping their movements as the three of you pause and take a breather.

osamu pulls out and watches with wide-eyed interest as a thick globule of his cum leaks from your ass, traveling down the crevice to run down atsumu’s balls and onto the drenched sheets. you’re shaking and numb, atsumu’s whine sounding far away as he lifts you off of him.

osamu ungraciously crashes on the other side of the bed, breathing heavily with his arm across his eyes. atsumu’s shaking his disheveled blonde head from side to side, trying to gather his wits when his phone rings on the nightstand.

his phone lights up to indicate that it’s kita-san and he immediately scrambles to answer it with a stuttered and breathless greeting. it’s scary, actually. their boss always has an eerie and impeccable timing.

“h-hello?”

“judging by your heavy breathing, am i correct in assuming that it worked?”

atsumu nods slowly, forgetting that kita can’t see him, too entranced by how you’re still able to go at it because you’ve climbed onto his twin’s lap, vigorously bouncing on his cock as your tits sway around your chest with every movement you make.

osamu’s practically immobile on the bed, groans borderline sounding pained as his hazy grey eyes watch you fuck yourself on his aching cock. your voice is weak and soft as you cry out and whine more, more, more!

kita sighs at the lack of response from atsumu, and he quickly hangs up the phone because ultimately, he got his answer by hearing your pleasured whimpers traveling down the line as you fuck his enforcers to overstimulation.

the twins have been bitching about the lack of a—quote on quote—“pretty baby doll they can regularly sink their cocks into”.

well, now they got what they wanted. they should be thankful that you stepped through the doors of onigiri miya that one afternoon, and the fact that kita technically played matchmaker.

[3:04 PM]

[kurosukii]

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“she’s a pretty little thing, isn’t she, samu?”

the rough cadence of atsumu’s voice caresses the nerves of your body like a sweet lover’s touch. it’s wrong, but it feels so right.

they’re your dad’s friends—basically your uncles. but can you really blame yourself for succumbing to their touches? they’re so attractive for men their age.

greying hair at the sides, smiling lines at the edge of their eyes, and a myriad of knowledge on how to pleasure a woman that can only come with age. men like them are the star of your dreams, and it seems like your dreams are coming true.

they should be ashamed, fooling around with their old friend’s daughter like this, but they can never resist the charms of a sweet thing like you. the divorced brothers are lonely and not to mention, they still have needs.

you’re just what they need to feel alive again.

“does princess like it when daddy plays with her cute cunt like this?” atsumu coos in your ear, curling his thick fingers inside your tight pussy. his bare chest is so wide and firm, giving you a sense of security that only your daddies can give you.

“yes daddy, i do!” you whine as you lean on atsumu’s shoulder, your legs attempting to thrash around the bed, but your other daddy—osamu—stops you from doing so.

“be a good girl and sit still, sweetheart,” osamu chastises gently, large and calloused hands holding your thighs open. his grey eyes are bright with desire, intensely watching the way your pussy swallows his brother’s fingers.

osamu retracts one hand to stroke his cock, his thumb smearing the pre-cum from his tip down to his shaft as he watches you whimper and mewl under atsumu’s dexterous fingers.

osamu’s the more gentle of the two, but no less hungry and aching for you. he thinks you’re still too doe-eyed and innocent for his wayward brother.

even if you’re moaning wantonly while getting your pussy played with—there’s still some semblance of innocence in you.

besides, atsumu is the more playful one, teasing is his forte. while osamu, the younger but more serious twin, would rather give you what you need. what his princess wants, his princess gets.

he wants to see your eyes visibly go blank when he sinks his cock into your virgin cunt, watch your tongue loll out of your mouth as you whine you’re too big, daddy! and osamu will coo at you shh, i know, i know but our pretty girl can take it, hmm?

atsumu clicks his tongue as he removes his fingers, causing you to immediately whine at the emptiness, but he quickly plants kisses on your neck, murmuring sweet praises.

“samu will fuck you now, pretty. be patient.”

true to his word, osamu reaches forward. he pulls your hips closer towards him until your ass is resting on his lap. atsumu’s hands cup your breasts, his fingers twisting and pulling at your hard nipples.

you whimper at his touch, biting your lip as you squeeze his wrists. osamu smiles at your needy expression as he guides his cock towards your dripping sex, tapping the tip on your engorged clit a few times.

your hips jerk at the sensation, moaning when he slots his dick between your puffy folds. the heaviness and heat from his cock makes your eyes flutter as you look up at atsumu’s smirking face.

“daddy’s gonna put it in now, m’kay princess?”

you cry out at the stretch of his cock, your pussy sucking him in like a glove. fuck, he’s so big. the twins groan as they watch your tiny pussy swallow a fat cock.

osamu finally bottoms out, his more rounded stomach smushed against your pubic bone. atsumu’s massaging your breasts to alleviate the stretch, voice soft as he comforts and praises you.

“what a good girl, baby. tight little pussy taking your daddy so well.”

osamu groans loudly when you clench around him, head thrown back as his hips thrust on their own accord. he takes your ankles in his hands, putting them on his shoulders as he fucks you with more fervor. 

atsumu laces his large hands with yours, squeezing your palms as you moan and whine from osamu’s heavy thrusts.

you’re so beautiful, tits bouncing on your chest with every movement, eyes glossy and teary from the pleasure. 

it doesn’t matter that you’re too young for them, that you’re their old friend’s daughter, or that the door to your room is wide open and they can hear the voice of your father announcing that he’s home.

the only thing that matters is you’re theirs.

“you’re ours, princess. ours to fuck, ours to love.”

[kurosukii]

thinking about being in a relationship with atsumu for like five months...but the only nasty things you’ve done together are blowjobs, handjobs, dry humping (basically things that don’t directly give you pleasure) and it’s not because atsumu doesn’t try to get his mouth, hands, cock, and whatever else on you—in fact, he’s the complete opposite.

you’re the one who doesn’t want to let him touch you (perhaps due to your insecurities and such) but fuck, the moment you spread your legs for him, watch his slightly trembling hands peel your panties down your soft thighs and dewy legs, there’s literal stars in his eyes and a little bit of drool on the corner of his mouth.

“can’t believe you’ve been hidin’ my pussy away from me for so long, baby.”

he hasn’t even fully removed your panties from your ankles before the few strings of his self control snaps, and he quickly dips his head towards your pussy, mouth and tongue quickly licking and suckling away at your glistening folds.

the groan that erupts from his throat is louder than the high-pitched moan coming from you, and he doesn’t waste his time anymore, quickly lapping and sucking your clit into his mouth, tongue swirling over the bundle of nerves as your cries spur him on.

he eats you like he’s been doing this since the start of your relationship and he technically has—but only in his dreams. it’s only in his dreams where he has made you cum so hard that you get headaches from the overstimulation. but now, sweetness and musk emanating from your cunt cements one goal on his mind and he proceeds to eat your pussy like a man starved of his favorite meal. if only you knew how long he’s been wanting to do this.

his large hands push your thighs to your chest, folding you in half to give him better and unrestricted access to your dripping cunt, shining with your slick and his saliva as your fingers tug and tangle within his blonde strands.

“gotta make you feel good too, y’know?” he grunts in between licks of your clit, finally pushing his tongue inside your hole. your hips jerk and back arch from the new sensation, instinctively grinding against your boyfriend’s face as you build towards your orgasm.

atsumu’s groans vibrate through your core and your eyes are glossy from the pleasure you’ve been shying away from for so long. he bobs his head in sync with his ruts on the mattress, instantly addicted to the taste of you on his tongue.

the slurping noises are obscene, but it only serves to make the knot in your stomach tighten and toes curl. atsumu’s nose is nudging against your clit and it has you reeling, the swipes and swirling of his tongue inside your tight walls has you hearing colors.

his fingers are hot against the sweaty skin of your thighs, imprints of his fingertips on the softness of your flesh as he loses himself in you. he abruptly pulls his tongue out and quickly pays attention to your pulsating clit, his tongue switching between sloppy licking and wet sucking. the squeaks of the mattress are getting louder by the minute, same with the cries of pleasure and relief that’s coming from the both of you.

“atsumu! oh my god—f-fuck, ‘m g-gonna cum!”

and you do, you cum so hard that the scream of his name bounces off on the walls and the pleasure coming from your mouth shoots down his cock and he can’t stop himself—doesn’t even want to—from cumming in his shorts like a young boy. his groan of your name against your clit makes you squeak, hips grinding his face as your back arches off the bed, riding the last vestiges of your orgasm.

you think it’s over, only whimpering his name as his cheek rests against your wet cunt, inhaling the scent of your slick that’s invading his senses. you think he’s going to let you rest, let you recover from your very first orgasm with him, but evidently—he has other plans.

his strong hands flip you until you’re lying on your tummy, quickly maneuvering you until you’re on your knees.

“what—?”

“you think i’m gonna be satisfied with one orgasm, sweetheart?” he scoffs, spreading your cheeks as he reveals your puffy folds to his caramel eyes once more.

he groans as he watches a clear trail of slick leave your hole, traveling down to your clit as he licks one long and wet stripe, moaning as he tastes your fresh juices once more. you whimper as you bunch the sheets in your hands, shivering from the determined look in his eyes—the same expression when he’s playing a difficult match.

“i have months to catch up on,” is the last thing he says before he ducks his head, mouth and tongue latching on to your pussy for the second time that night, and he’s definitely nowhere near the last.

now that he finally knows what you sound like, what you look like, what you taste like—it’s going to be a cold day in hell before you can keep miya atsumu away from his pussy ever again.

[kurosukii]

𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

a/n : i get so hoeknee when i think about atsumu. also the pawrn link is one of my favorite ways of how atsumu eats my pussy <3.

☀︎ MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY — filming a sex tape, oral (f receiving), fingering, spitting, praise, kind of exhibitionism. you and atsumu are scandalous ! 1012 words.

miya atsumu, for lack of a better term, is an absolute nightmare to the PR team of the msby black jackals.

blurry photos that are allegedly him lounging in sex dungeons, standing outside of a sex shop holding two large bags, and other scandalous ‘accusations’ not fitting for a star athlete.

they’ve held one or two press conferences where he apologizes, but they know it’s futile because he’s going to have another ‘issue’ in a few weeks.

atsumu claims that he’s not hurting anyone (which is technically true) and something as arbitrary as his public image is stupid to him, and it makes them want to wring his neck but unfortunately, he’s right and how is he any different?

other athletes actually have scandals that could end their careers and not to mention, he brings great revenue for the team so what’s a few rumors about how he spends his time off the court?

so imagine the relief they felt when he met you and became less wild and wayward. no more incriminating photos and anecdotes because he’s now acting like a mature adult.

they honestly feel like a miracle has occurred in osaka until one sunny afternoon where they caught wind of a video on the internet that is apparently him eating your pussy.

his phone is pointed towards the plush couch of your shared apartment, where you’re sitting, naked and legs spread wide. you’re holding the back of your trembling thighs, keeping them open while atsumu messily devours your cunt.

the lighting is sensual, soft yellow hues and r&b playing in the background (no to white lights because atsumu wants it homemade and intimate).

he’s got a thing for attention. he wants people to know how well he eats your pussy and the pretty noises that come from your mouth while doing so.

“hnng, too sensitive!”

“can’t help it, baby. your pussy tastes so good,” atsumu groans softly, careful not to let his phone catch his voice.

his tongue is licking up and down your glistening folds, chin dripping with your juices. and as if it’s not already messy enough, he spits on your pussy, making you jerk and squeeze your thighs as you throw your head back and moan.

he chuckles at your reaction and you’re reminded that atsumu is as good in playing volleyball as he is in eating your cunt, and you feel like it’s been hours since he kneeled between your legs and latched on to your poor swollen clit.

you don’t even mind that he’s filming this, knowing that this is probably the hundredth sex tape you’ve filmed with your cheeky boyfriend, but you know this time is different.

it’s different because this is the first video of the two of you that he’ll be posting on the internet. you can’t help but admit that there’s a certain thrill in doing something so risqué and it bleeds into the way atsumu’s vigorously bobbing his head on your pussy while he’s harshly sucking your clit into his mouth.

“m’gonna, g-gonna cum!” you whine loudly, biting your lip so hard that it almost draws blood, but it doesn’t matter because you have to stop yourself from screaming your boyfriend’s name.

it’s one thing for the internet to see your pussy and the signature two-toned hair of your boyfriend. as long as your faces aren’t seen—it’s fine. but to scream his name? you’re practically begging to have a scandal.

atsumu moans into your cunt, his tongue licking every patch of wet skin he sees while his two fingers slip inside your pussy with no friction whatsoever. you cry out and your hands let go of your thighs as your fingers tug on his hair, pushing his face further between your legs.

his hooded caramel eyes make contact with your teary ones, his cock twitching in his shorts at the sight of a thin string of saliva falling from your lips as they form the perfect ‘o’ shape.

he groans loudly, and coupled with the vibrations of his mouth on your clit as he curls his two thick and long fingers towards your sweet spot, you find yourself moaning loudly as you push his head, your legs shaking and body convulsing around his pretty face.

he softly hums while licking and slurping your juices for a few moments before he pulls away and stops the recording on his phone. he rests his head on your trembling thighs, softly kissing the glistening skin as he goes to his dummy account in twitter and uploads the video, throwing his phone to the side when it’s already there for the whole internet to see.

“you’re such a good girl for me, lettin’ me film you and postin’ it on twitter. your cunt definitely deserves some fuckin’, sweetheart.”

he groans as he joins you on the couch, pulling down his shorts to his thighs and his cock springs free, hitting his abs as he wraps your legs around his waist. he rubs the head of his dick on your clit, smearing his pre-cum before sinking into your pussy, causing the both of you to moan as his cock nudges the deepest part of your tight walls.

atsumu leans over your body, your chests rubbing together as he starts thrusting into your drooling cunt, the sounds of sloppy kissing and skins slapping filling the apartment as your cries of pleasure drown out the music.

a few hours later, while atsumu is in the middle of fucking you on the kitchen counter, his phone starts blowing up with pings and notifications, and his groans turn into half chuckles because he knows what it’s about.

but he doesn’t pay it any mind because the sound of your cries and stuttered whimpers of his name while he wrecks your pussy is so much better than dealing with angry and uptight higher ups (and a few jealous teammates).

and hey, if the volleyball thing doesn’t work out, you’re one hundred percent sure that atsumu can make it as a pornstar. he’s a natural born entertainer after all.

[kurosukii]

Not a sandwich but can I just have them in the same hole....

bestayyyy ur mind. YOUR MIND.

☀︎ MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY — threesome, light alcohol consumption, double stuffing, very messy, lots of cum, twincest (kinda cause their dicks touch HHH if this isn’t up your alley pls scroll), praise, creampie, overstimulation, cockwarming

“jus’ a little more, baby. i can fit—shit, so fuckin’ tight.”

you genuinely feel like you’re going to be split in half. 

it was just supposed to be a harmless joke, but you should’ve known better—nothing is ever a harmless joke when it comes to the infamous miya twins. everything to them is a challenge.

you should’ve kept your mouth shut, but you guess your lips became too loose after a week of gruelling exams. also, what are the odds that atsumu had an off day at practice and osamu had issues with his restaurant? it’s almost like the world was plotting this coupling for the three of you. 

“f-fuck, y-you guys are s-so big.”

you’d be embarrassed by how much you’re stuttering, but with the way a thick cock is lodged inside of your messy cunt, with another squeezing in, you guess you have every right to be a blubbering mess. 

osamu groans at the added sting of your nails raking his shoulders. it’s already hard (pun intended) to keep a level head with the tight fit of your walls attempting to suck him and his twin’s fat cocks.

it’s a good thing that they made you cum two times prior and it’s a damn good thing that all of you had the backing of liquid courage, or else this wouldn’t be happening right now, maybe. 

all three of you release sounds of pleasure when atsumu finally squeezes in alongside his twin’s cock. their shame and disgust are nowhere to be found because the heat and tightness of your velvet walls is enough for them to start panting like dogs. 

“fuuuck, you’re amazing, sweetheart. taking two fat cocks in your pussy like that?” atsumu groans, his forehead resting on the nape of your neck as he watches his cock disappear in your pussy. 

your lower lips are stretched so wide, and you know the two of them are too afraid to move, too afraid that they might shoot their load inside of you without sneaking a couple of thrusts in. 

it feels so fucking good that you can't stop the moans and whines from just taking the two of them in the same hole. both of their cocks are thick and long, and you don't know which veins go where because they’re a mess inside of you.

the twins are breathing and groaning loudly, their hands leaving a bruising grip on your waist and hips as they try to compose themselves. osamu leans back on the headboard as he moans and atsumu’s sweaty chest covers the entire expanse of your back as he gives an experimental thrust. 

“c-can’t take it anymore—shit—g-gotta move,” atsumu whines, fixing his grip on you as he starts thrusting, uncaring of the way his dick rubs against his twin’s. atsumu would rather die a thousand painful deaths before he admits it, but the friction of rubbing against osamu’s cock adds to the growing pleasure in his abdomen.

unbeknownst to him, osamu is thinking the same thing, but he quickly shakes it off as he starts thrusting inside of your pussy. everything is so tight, you’re shrieking in pleasure as every area inside your walls is getting the attention it deserves. 

tears stream down your face from the intensity of their thrusts as the loud slaps of skin meeting skin fill the stuffy room. the squelching of your pussy and cocks are so loud that it makes your cheeks burn at how messy the three of you are down where all of you are connected. 

“g-guys—fuck, i’m gonna cum!” you wail, body jostling on osamu’s chest as their dicks alternately hit your spongy sweet spot. the twins groan at your admission, they can tell you’re close by the way you clench around their dicks, suffocating them and snatching the breath out of their heaving chests. 

you squeezing around them is the last straw before they groan long and hard, crying out your name as their bodies simultaneously shudder when you scream their names as your orgasm racks through your body. 

endless ropes of hot and thick cum shoot inside your battered pussy as your trembling body crashes on osamu, little whimpers and whines erupting from your scratchy throat as your pussy flutters around their softening cocks. 

the juices trickle outside of you, staining your thighs while the rest fall in droplets down their balls and you hide your face in osamu’s chest when your combined releases make an audible sound while atsumu shifts his body. 

atsumu’s shaking arms give way, crushing you between him and his brother, causing you to squeal from being trapped between their sweaty and heaving bodies. 

“oi! get off, you’re heavy as fuck!” osamu hisses, a dark scowl on his face as he tries to push atsumu off of you. atsumu just giggles, a tired grin on his face as he attacks your face with kisses, making you giggle with him. 

osamu’s narrowed eyes soften when he hears your sweet giggles. he bites his bottom lip as he looks to the side, cock twitching as he utters a sentence that has you and atsumu gaping at him. 

“we should do this again sometime...”

[kurosukii]

𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

REPOSTED CAUSE IT GOT FL4GGED WELP

pairing: miya atsumu x f!reader

summary: going to your friend’s daycare center on his time off awoke something in him.

genre: smut, timeskip au

warnings: 18+. breeding kink, lactation kink, mommy kink (he calls you mommy but not in the femdom way), multiple orgasms, slight oral fixation, overstimulation, dumbification, praise, degradation (‘dumb baby’), motorboating, squirting, fingering, creampie (lots of cum like a lot), cumplay, mating press (this is so messy bc tsum likes it like that omg sorry)

word count: 3.4k

author's note: for @mindninjax domestic daydream collab! thanks for letting me join! (let me know if i missed any warnings) (MINORS DNI) @hqintheclub

° thank you to @kurinoot for beta reading!

[3:34 PM]

the thought of having kids never really graced atsumu’s mind, not until he saw the little chubby toddler giggle in your arms.

“c’mon, tsum! it’ll be fun! my friend’s hoard of kids are the cutest and nicest bunch you’ll ever meet!”

cutest bunch? atsumu will not argue with that, but nicest? that’s definitely debatable. the only reason why he was able to escape from their chaos was because he was basically a giant to them.

no seriously, just as he was taking his shoes off by the door, hand-in-hand with you, all the kids stared up at him with awe. little ooh’s and ahh’s filled the room as they looked up at your muscular and tall husband.

you giggled at their reactions—both the kids’ and atsumu’s—before cooing at the children and playing with them, loud laughter and excited shrieks filling the pastel yellow room littered with paintings of animals.

atsumu will hand it down to you. visiting kids on his time off was never on his mind, but he admits that their radiant smiles definitely took a weight off his shoulders.

he was in his own corner, playing with the other kids, but he always kept a watchful eye on you. the longer he watched you excitedly playing with the little scrubs, the faster the stirring in his belly grew.

the stirring that atsumu has been feeling ever since the both of you arrived finally has a name—he wants to put his baby in you.

“hng—it’s embarrassing tsumu!”

you squeal loudly, cheeks burning with how mortified you are, but what do you expect?

atsumu’s a grown man with a heart and mind of a teenage boy, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise to you when his large hands then cup the soft skin and flesh of your chest as he buries his pretty face between the valley of your tits.

he shamelessly presses your breasts to his cheeks before promptly shaking his head from side to side. it’s absolutely embarrassing, and you’ve been trying to push his face away for the past five minutes.

but he just can’t get enough. his mind has been set ever since he hauled your ass out of the daycare. the minute the both of you entered your house, you were a flurry of rustled clothes and tangled limbs, lips locked in a messy and passionate kiss as atsumu stumbled up the stairs with you in tow.

you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t know what this was about or where the sudden need for him to devour you came from, because you know exactly what’s on his mind.

it’s a conversation meant to be had over a cup of coffee, with maybe a shot of something stronger in the cup, but with the way atsumu made you cum two times prior—maybe it isn’t so bad to let him have his way this time?

your husband has always been addicted to you and your body, practically insatiable, even. but this time’s different.

this time, he has a definite goal.

“i‘m gonna fuck a baby into you, sweetheart.”

he states seriously, as if the both of you are discussing a serious legal matter. he doesn’t give you any time to protest because he smothers his face in your tits again, blowing raspberries into your skin.

he would have definitely killed the mood if it weren’t for his talented mouth latching on to your nipple. atsumu rips a pleased whine from your throat as your fingers tangle in his messy blonde hair.

his free hand palms your other breast, skilled setter fingers tweaking and twisting the sensitive peak. god, he wants to ruin you. he releases your nipple with a loud pop and a satisfied groan, before his greedy mouth envelops the other one and gives it the same treatment.

you feel so hot, but you only have atsumu to blame. his large body is draped over you and he feels like a furnace. waves of warmth transfer from his body to yours, making your body slick with sweat.

the whole ordeal feels so juvenile, like you’re both young college students who have just started experimenting with each other’s bodies, but seeing the way atsumu is enjoying himself, you can’t help but feel so turned on by him and his actions.

the hard planes and dips of his body makes you feel protected and feminine. he’s just so warm. your free hand reaches out between the miniscule space between your bodies, your palm rubbing his shining and chiseled torso.

atsumu interrupts your appraisal of him when he sucks your nipple harder into his mouth, clearly enjoying the feeling of you touching him when his teeth gently nip on the nipple he’s sucking on.

you moan softly when you feel his stiff cock rubbing against your thigh, humping you like it’s his first time with a woman. little groans and whines fall from his lips, and you’re sure that it’s because of the slight relief he feels—based on the pre-cum that’s staining your thigh, but no.

atsumu’s eyes are tightly shut, his mind vividly giving him images of your sore and aching breasts leaking with milk. he never thought that he’d be into it but fuck, every scene that his brain conjures quickly becomes his fantasy as long as you’re the star of it.

“gonna make you mommy, would ya like that?”

he rasps in your ear, fingers stealthily playing with your slick folds. you yelp, jerking towards his body at the prodding and swirling of his fingers, pussy clenching around nothing as your body remembers the previous orgasms he gave you.

atsumu’s so sweaty, his blonde hair is sticking up in all directions but he’s never looked so attractive to you. his angular face is flushed with a pink color, lips swollen and rosy.

his caramel eyes open, wide and burning with unconcealed desire. his defined abs glisten with a thin sheen of sweat—yeah there’s no way you wouldn’t let him be all over you.

he looks like a god, your god.

“tsumu, please,” you beg, and you feel his cock jump at the whiny plea in your voice. your nails claw against his broad shoulders, leaving red streaks as you whine for him to stop teasing you. you need him, need his cock inside of you.

atsumu gives one last hard suck to your nipple before lifting his head, lazily smiling at you when he sees the needy expression on your face.

you sniffle as you whimper, eyes teary and wide because you’re aching all over—your tits, pussy, basically anywhere atsumu has touched you. you don’t really care that you’re whining like a dumb baby because the only thing on your mind is that you desperately need your husband’s cock pounding into you.

“shh, don’t cry. just gotta get you as wet as possible, s’all. fuckin’ love it when you’re drippin’ for me,” he coos, making you moan loudly when his thick fingers slip inside of you with no friction whatsoever.

his pupils are blown wide, rosy lips parted as he watches your messy cunt take his fingers, drenching his hand while the other one presses down on your abdomen.

he smirks devilishly when you wail, watching your eyes roll to the back of your head as he increases the pressure and speed of his fingers. it’s too early, he guesses, but he can’t help it—he loves it when you’re all dumb and whining for him.

you’re already so wet. you feel like a puddle has formed on the sheets below your ass, and the fact that his fingers are drilling into like nobody’s business isn’t helping. he already pulled two orgasms out of you and he still thinks you’re not wet enough?

“a-atsumu! g-gonna cum!” you scream as both of your hands reach for his wrist, practically anchoring yourself on his arm when you feel the tell-tale sign of the coil in your lower stomach tightening, preparing yourself to cum all over atsumu’s fingers.

“fuck, atsumu! so good,” you cry out, biting your lower lip so hard that the skin almost breaks. the loud squelching noises from your cunt spurs atsumu on and when he curls his fingers towards your sweet spot, he can’t help but marvel at the way your bent legs shake from the pleasure, cheeks flushed and eyes fluttering as you ramble incoherently.

“you’re so damn beautiful when you cum, baby.” atsumu praises you with a groan, pulling out his dripping fingers from your cunt. you watch with blurry eyes as he puts them in his mouth, moaning at the taste of your essence flooding his tongue.

you should be used to atsumu’s shamelessness by now, but he never ceases to surprise you. he catches you by surprise when he slips his spit-soaked fingers into your parted lips, humming as he urges you to suck them. this beast of a man, you swear in your head.

he chuckles, smirking boyishly when you copy his movements from before. his cock throbs at the lust in your eyes, promptly pulling his fingers, making you whine at the loss.

atsumu coos at you again as he expertly maneuvers himself, his large body now hovering over you as he nudges your legs open, revealing your dripping pussy to him. he braces himself with one hand beside your body while the other guides his cock to your sex.

“gonna put it in now, okay?”

it’s probably the last thing you hear clearly because a familiar ringing fills your ears. even after having sex with your husband regularly, daily—if you are to be specific, his cock still stretches your little cunt as if it’s your first time taking him.

he’s just so long and thick, it doesn’t even help that the veins on his cock drag inside your walls deliciously, leaving you a whiny and teary mess. atsumu never fails to make you go crazy and beg for him.

“shit, you feel s’tight, my god,” atsumu gasps, his breathing coming out in short and quick pants when he bottoms out. he reaches for your legs and wraps them around his lithe waist before leaning over you.

your heaving breasts are squished against his chest as he kisses you sloppily, moaning and whining in between the clicks of your tangled tongues.

“i stretch your cunt every day and you’re still suffocating my cock, sweetheart,” atsumu grunts as he jerks his hips, trying to sink even deeper into your pussy. the way your tight walls squeeze his cock makes him dizzy and the muscles in his back tense as your sharp cries and mewls fill the air.

shit, he swears he can just cum from your pussy clenching around him—but he's a man on a mission. it's not enough that he fills you with his cum, he wants your mind to be filled with just him. he’s greedy like that, after all.

“i-i love it every time you’re inside of me, tsumu, feel so full.”

you whine, body jolting with every heavy thrust he makes. it starts calculated, with atsumu never failing to get into his rhythm but he quickly loses it as well, even faster now that he’s fucking you with a definite purpose.

he’s definitely as drunk you are, rutting into you as the bed shakes and the headboard thumps against the wall. his guttural moans vibrate against your ear as he blabbers his inner thoughts with his raspy voice.

“you’d look so pretty, swollen and round with my kid. your tits would be heavy and aching too,” he whines, sucking your nipple into his mouth while thrusting in and out of you. “can’t wait to taste your milk, baby.”

your cheeks flame at his admission, eyes fluttering as his cock stretches you. atsumu finds your hands and holds them, pinning them on either side of your head.

your tits bounce and jostle with his rough movements but his mouth will always find a way to suckle your nipples—it’s practically one of his skills at this point.

“yes, ‘tsumu, please. fill me up with your cum!” you cry, your ankles locking together as your heels dig into his ass, but it's not necessary anyway, because the only place atsumu’s going to cum is inside your cunt, and he won’t waste a drop of it.

his balls slap against your ass and he untangles his hands from yours so he can press down on your stomach and draw tight circles on your clit, making you scream and fist the pillow by your head.

your lower half is pulsing in anticipation, back arching from the pleasure of atsumu’s cock curving against your sweet spot. you’re close, he can tell, he can see. the way your eyes go blank, mouth forming into a perfect ‘o’ as loud moans fall from your lips.

“yeah, s’okay sweetheart, i’m gonna fill you up—fuck!” atsumu moans, thrusting so deep that he teases the entrance to your cervix. his entire body tenses and stiffens, before he cums with a whine of your name.

he gasps as his body shudders, abs tightening when his cock shoots out his load into your creamy pussy. his bangs fall over his eyes as his hips jerk with small thrusts, making sure that you’re milking all of him.

his cum is so hot and thick and heavy. you can’t stop the high pitched whines escaping from you, how can you? your insides feel so warm and full.

atsumu looks down to see your pussy overflowing with your combined juices, groaning when your cunt clenches and flutters around him, leaving a white ring on the base of his cock.

he sighs contentedly, but you know he’s not done yet, because he’s still hard and pulsing inside of you. your husband’s stamina is a force to be reckoned with.

atsumu straightens his sweaty body as he clicks his tongue in disapproval at the cum that’s spilling out of you. his fingers play with the thick and viscous puddle of white where the two of you are connected, and the next thing he says makes your heart race even faster.

“hmm, not enough, still gotta fill you up more.”

he stops playing with you, in favor of hooking his hands behind your knees. he pushes your thighs towards your chest and snickers when he hears you squeak in protest, your face scrunching up in a wince when you feel the stretch in your legs from being folded in half.

atsumu slips his head in the small space between your raised legs, and kisses you with all the fervor and passion he holds. your breath catches when his chest squishes your thighs further, feeling the hot and throbbing cock hovering over your leaking cunt.

he moans unabashedly as he drives into you again, his jaw clenching as he grits his teeth. his cock is so sensitive that it hurts—but he’s a masochist and he loves the way you whimper and tighten around him.

your calves rest on his broad shoulders as you fist the sheets next to your hips. broken whines fill atsumu’s ears and he pulses even more, cock twitching inside you.

he still has a lot of cum to give and he’ll empty himself inside your pussy before he even thinks of falling flat on the bed. his eyes are glossy with unshed tears from the onslaught of pleasure but compared to yours, he’s basically a stream and you’re a waterfall.

your face is slick with sweat and tears. it’s so messy but so fucking hot at the same time and the tension in your thighs is nothing but a delicious pain as atsumu presses into you.

your body jolts with every thrust, your ankles dangling over his scratched shoulders as he brutally pounds your pussy. the loud squelching of your mixed juices, combined with the slapping of sweaty skin makes the sex so feverish and dirty.

“gonna make sure you’re so full of my cum, alright? i got you, don’t worry,” atsumu babbles as his large hands fist the pillow your head is resting on. he nibbles on your lower lip, moaning when he feels you clench around his cock.

“that’s a good girl, c’mon milk my cock—fuck yes,” he hisses, pelvis smacking against the back of your thighs as you practically suck him in. your hips buck against his with whatever little space you have, wailing when the curve of his cock hits the spongy spot inside your cunt.

“yeah baby, take my cock, take my cock.”

you’d be embarrassed at his volume if you weren’t so busy getting pounded into the mattress and it’s clearly obvious that your husband doesn't care if the neighbors hear him, and why would he? he’s fucking the best pussy of his life.

“wanna give you a baby tsumu! cum inside of me please!” you whine, tears cascading down your cheeks as your pussy throbs, juices leaking out of you and creating a huge mess of cum and slick between your bodies.

“yes, tsumu! right there!”

atsumu’s eyes roll to the back of his head at your high pitched cry. his thrusts have no rhythm to them anymore, just sloppy and heavy smacks of his hips, growls and whines coming from deep within his chest.

there’s a tight and fragile spring in your lower abdomen, and the pressure of his weight on top of you, your thighs squished against your tummy—everything—renders you mindless.

nothing but broken cries of his name and profanities come out of your mouth, a symphony of pleasure that’s starting to become too much for you. one particularly powerful thrust from atsumu makes you keen, arching your back towards him and the spring just snaps.

you moan long and hard, head buried deep in the pillow as your legs stiffen for a few moments, before they tremble and your toes end up curling so hard that it’s starting to cramp.

clear liquid shoots out of your pussy in short spurts, drenching your thighs and his abs as your eyes flutter from what is probably the most earth-shattering orgasm atsumu has ever given you.

“holy shit, you squirted all over me, pretty girl. you’re so fuckin’ beautiful.

atsumu stares at you in shock and wonder, stopping for only a second before he fucks you with all the force he has, sloppily kissing your messy mouth before his muscles become taut with tension, moaning your name against your lips.

he fills you with his hot and heavy cum once more, his breath coming out in choked gasps as he shudders from his orgasm. your ruined pussy is definitely sucking him in and he curses at how it hurts so damn good.

“pretty little cunt takin’ all my cum,” he moans brokenly, lifting his body off of yours with his trembling arms so he can stare at the hot and sticky mess that’s connecting the both of you.

you blacked out for a bit there and saw stars. rivulets of your combined juices travel down the crevice of your ass, staining the sheets below you and forming a puddle.

you feel lightheaded and dizzy, chest heaving so hard as atsumu removes your legs from his shoulders, straightening them on either of him. you’re mumbling unintelligibly and atsumu mirrors you, hiccuping as he pulls out with a loud and wet pop that has him blushing profusely.

his eyebrows furrow, wincing at how his cock is rubbed raw but he wants more. he still has a few rounds left in him.

you sigh in contentment, eyes drooping as the exhaustion from your activity catches up to you. but you’re in for a rude awakening because atsumu unceremoniously flips you to your stomach.

he pushes your back into a deep arch and you whine brokenly, but words have since left you and your bones are practically jelly, too mindless to push him away.

he’s literally as fucked out as you are, his body trembling with the same intensity. but he’s not finished, far from it.

atsumu’s brown eyes are hazy and shiny, drool falling out of his lips as he looks down at the junction between your ass with a tired and semi-satisfied grin.

he eases your twitching by massaging your thighs to relieve the tension. he lines himself up to your battered and dripping pussy, thighs messy with trails of white smearing into your skin.

he leans over your back and his lips kiss the sweaty skin where your neck meets your shoulder, and a dopey smile stretches his lips when you moan and wiggle your ass. you want more too.

“we’re not done, sweetheart. gotta make sure you get pregnant after all.”

[6:55 PM]

tagging: pls omg sorry for the tags again but this baby got flagged so if u can give it some love again ehe .

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[kurosukii]

“don’t ya want to make me a happy man?”

the puppy eyes and heavy pout on atsumu’s face is not fit for a man of his age and stature, but considering that, well, he’s miya atsumu, this is just an every day thing for you.

especially when he wants something and that something is for you to sit on his face.

“c’mon baby, please,” he drags out the last word as his fingers squeeze your hips, forcefully dragging you from your straddled position over his clothed and throbbing cock. there’s a wet patch over it, definitely from your naked pussy that’s been grinding on him.

it’s juvenile, really—how both of you hump each other like teenagers more often than you would like to admit, but it’s so thrilling, so naughty. but you guess it isn’t enough for him, with the way he begs you to sit on his face, ride his tongue, and ‘make an honest man out of him’ as he likes to say.

you’re totally on board with the idea but it’s fun to surprise atsumu from time to time and from your conversation with osamu’s girlfriend, her googly eyes while talking about riding osamu’s face is enough for you to take the leap too—take a seat, rather.

“samu’s girl sits on his face all the time! every time i see him, he’s got a dopey smile on his ugly maw!”

you laugh at his indignance, your own hands tracing the lines over his abs as he goes on and on about how “samu never stops bragging!” and “samu thinks he’s better than me!” all the while not knowing you’re slowly creeping up along his chiseled torso.

“that stupid scrub keeps sayin’ shit like—oh. hello there, you awfully close to me, huh? your pussy’s wet and pulsin’ over my chest,” atsumu smirks, stopping himself from talking smack about his brother in lieu of paying attention to your pussy’s close proximity to his face.

you’re dripping steadily, eyes hooded with desire as you stare down at your boyfriend whose eyes are equally as hungry and dark. you blow him a kiss as you hold the headboard, your folded legs squirming as you try to relieve the ache between your legs.

“fuck yeah, don’t mind if i do, baby.”

it’s the last thing he breathes before his mouth latches on to your clit, tongue expertly moving around, flicking and circling over the swollen nerves. the sudden pleasure knocks the wind out of you and your lower half loses its strength as you drop your weight on his face.

both of you moan from the new development and as you try to scramble and lift yourself, atsumu growls and chases your pussy, his large hands pushing your ass down as he smothers his own face with the taste and smell of you.

one of his hands leaves your skin and he haphazardly pulls down his underwear, freeing his twitching cock that’s leaking with pre-cum down the shaft. he strokes himself a few times, thrusting into his hand but ultimately goes back to squeezing and kneading into your skin because he knows he can’t stop touching you, making you whine and cry for him.

“tsumie!”

a particularly hard suck on your clit and the sneaky twisting of your nipples have you fluttering your eyes, head thrown back as you grip the headboard tightly.

“that’s it, baby. i’m gonna put my tongue in your pussy and you’re gonna ride it, ‘kay? be a good girl for me,” he says in lightning speed and if you weren’t well versed in the language of miya atsumu, you wouldn’t have understood what he said.

and he follows through, inserting his tongue into your wet and tight walls, his big hands urging you to grind on his face as his nose nudges your clit. the pleasure is so intense and your hips voluntarily ride his tongue as you heed his wishes. not needing his guidance anymore, one of your hand cards through his hair, your nails gently scraping his scalp as you move his head at the pace you like.

he’s got one hand fisting his cock and one squeezing your hips. it’s so messy and wet and the shared slick along with the saliva drips down his chin, coating the entire lower half of his face with your essence as you use his mouth for your pleasure.

your legs are shaking, toes curling as you whine and chant atsumu’s name like a prayer, hands squeezing the pillow where his head is resting on as you fuck his face like there’s no tomorrow. you’re close, you can tell. the coil in your stomach threatening to snap the longer you stare into atsumu’s lust-blown eyes and handsome face squished between your thighs.

the sight of him like this, along with the heavy and loud groans coming from him finally sets you off and you keel over, mouth parted into loud scream of his name as his tongue wriggles and licks your spasming pussy.

“atsumu!”

his hips thrusts into the air, thick and white spurts of his cum coating his hand, abs, and thighs as he moans into your pussy, body twitching from the intense orgasm. his clean hand gently taps your thigh and you immediately get off him, moving down until you’re resting on the base of his cock, gently rocking over his sensitive shaft as he shudders from the heat of your pussy.

your whines are soft as the head catches your clit, watching your boyfriend melt into the bed as he sighs in pleasure, uncaring of the way his face is drenched with your juices and his saliva. his hooded caramel eyes focus on you, smirking as he guides your hips over his throbbing cock.

his smirk turns into a triumphant smile, making you laugh because you know what he’s going to say. everything is a competition to this guy.

“gotta tell samu about this,” he spits, playfully rolling his eyes as you laugh at his competitive streak. but his playful expression turns into a lustful one, enough to heat your body up again because you know fully well that one orgasm from either of you isn’t enough to satisfy him. the slow grinding stops, and when he tells you to lift yourself up a bit so he can hold his cock directly below your fluttering pussy—you know that the real show is about to start.

“but first, i gotta make an honest woman out of ya.”

[kurosukii]

what about…what about dilf miya twins giving dilf kita a taste of you…bc when it comes down to it he’s their old captain after all…and it’s only right that if you’re going to get passed around, he gets you first

i hage totdmskee i Hate uYYOUUUU that is correct!

☀︎ MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY — dilf kita. dilf kita. dilf kita. voyeurism, exhibitionism, oral (f receiving), praise, daddy kink, bratty and spoiled reader

there’s no one on the old inarizaki team who doesn’t know about the miya brothers’ relationship with suna’s daughter. kita—who is newly divorced, now a single dad—vehemently disapproves of it, but maybe that’s just because the ugly face of jealousy is pooling low in his stomach.

he’s jealous of the twins’ relationship with a cute thing like you. you’re young and sweet, you make the brothers happy, make them feel like they’re young men again, but perhaps, you’re a bit too...spoiled.

and because osamu and atsumu respect kita so much to the point where they hate to see him dark and brooding, they decide to let their old captain have fun with you—you’re a ball of sunshine after all, there’s no way you wouldn’t make kita-san happy.

“your daddies spoil you too much, sweetie.”

kita says in his melodic voice before planting a quick kiss on your clit. your lips are formed into a deep pout, eyes narrowed at him, basically screaming no, i’m not!

kita arches his brow as if to say yes, you are and you whine at him, thighs squirming in his grip as you look to your daddies sitting on the couch. they look sheepish, probably because they know that kita’s right, but how can they not spoil you?

a pout on your lips and a few bats of your eyelashes will have osamu and atsumu giving you everything you want.

kita wants to teach you a lesson on patience, that there’s a different sort of gratification when things are done slowly, delicately.

you’re used to the fast and rough pace the twins regularly indulge you in, but only kita can show you the real pleasure of taking it slow, being thorough.

which is definitely why he’s been purposely shying away from your clit, languidly licking your folds and nipping the skin of your inner thighs. (he’s not saying it explicitly, but it’s a lesson for the twins too)

he taps your thighs, bringing your attention back to him as his thumbs rub slow circles on your marked skin.

“a cute pussy like yours deserves to be eaten slowly.”

and he dives in, lips gently sucking your clit as he keeps his eyes trained on your face. you moan at the relief, bunching the sheets between your fingers as your legs begin to shake.

kita’s grip on your thighs tighten to prevent you from moving around too much, his throat is humming a tune that sends vibrations through your clit, sending tingles down your spine.

he’s definitely slower and more gentle than the miyas, but his skill is no less pleasurable. in fact, it’s like you can feel his tongue even more—they way it slowly swirls around your clit, the little flicks, the details that the twins often forgo.

your hand reaches for his hair, tugging at the roots to push his face further into you, but the more you push, the more you whine, the slower kita makes his movements, so you resort to whimpering and gently stroking his hair instead.

“k-kita-san, that feels good,” you sigh, dropping your head back as you moan towards the ceiling. who knew slow pussy eating could feel equally as good?

kita repeats his slow movements for minutes on end until you become noisy and whiny again, fussy at his teasing. he decides that maybe, you have learned your lesson. if not, he can always do it again—if you let him.

he puts more pressure into swirling his tongue, alternating between circles along with up and down motions until your whimpering becomes louder and your thighs are visibly trembling.

“kita-san, please!”

you’ve been a good girl, he’ll let you cum. the tight spring in your lower stomach snaps, and your body convulses as kita licks and swallows your cum in his mouth, groaning out loud for the first time since this lesson started.

you taste like heaven, no wonder why the miya twins are obsessed.

he decides to have mercy on you, pulling away as he observes your glossy eyes, flushed cheeks, and heaving chest. you find yourself looking down on him shyly, and he gives you a beautiful smile.

he rubs your shaking thighs, kneading the skin with his calloused fingers as he plants small kisses. the brothers’ cheeks are flushed, having clearly enjoyed the change of pace.

“would you like to do this again?” kita asks you as he rubs down your arms comfortingly. you look to your daddies for approval, and they nod.

“yes, kita-san,” you say as you nod shyly, hugging his neck as he carries you towards his bathroom. he kisses the crown of your head and whispers against your hair.

“i’m your daddy now too, don’t forget that, my sweet.”

[kurosukii]

tHInk abOUt iT hear me out.

mutual masturbation with you on the other side of the camera while the miya twins get themselves off for the entire internet to see but you are left there with them not touching you at all 🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍

MmMmmMm this awoken something in me .

☀︎ MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY — mutual masturbation, shameless camboy!miya twins (cause they’re in the same room jerking off LMAO), degradation, blue balls (but the girl version HHH)

“bet you’re touching yourself right now, aren’t ya?”

even through the speakers of your laptop, his strained voice rings loud and clear. a normal person would be a bit weirded out by the fact that their twin is just a few seats away jerking themselves off—but that isn’t the case with the infamous miya twins.

people get off on it, actually. watching two very handsome brothers with nearly identical cocks (both thicker and longer than average) pleasure themselves in one screen is actually a kink for many.

it’s a kink for you too, and the brothers know it. well, they don’t exactly know you, but the mere fact that you’re present every time there’s a miya stream and steadily donate to them using one hand while the other plays with your aching pussy is something they appreciate very much.

the ring light illuminates the room and sheen of sweat on their bodies, their hands stroking their respective cocks in an eerily identical rhythm. it’s uncanny really, they’re like a well oiled machine, their mouths spewing filthy things as they look directly into the camera, directly into you.

“i know she’s playin’ with her pussy, samu. but she damn well knows that we can do better.”

atsumu’s right—their thicker and longer fingers can reach places yours can’t, but you’ll just have to make do. you’ll just have to make do with what you can see and let your unsatisfying fingers do the work.

“is that right, baby? you playin’ with your cunt without our permission? fuckin’ slut,” osamu hisses, his hips jerking into his hand as he leans back on the bed.

atsumu moans, throwing his head back as his balls and abs tighten from his nearing orgasm. osamu’s close too, and they look like a french painting—throats exposed, chests heaving, and the sexiest groans leaving their mouth as they buck up into their hands.

your finger draws circles on your clit, but it’s not enough. you want it to be them, want their large and calloused hands all over your body, fingers leaving indents on your skin as they fuck you.

a few more flicks of their wrists and you hear their guttural moans as spurts of their cum stain their abs and thighs. loud consecutive pings fill their ears as a multitude of lewd comments flood their chat.

you whimper and cry out in frustration, jealous of the other people who got their orgasm from their own hands. you’re flushed and sweaty, breathing heavy as the painful knot in your stomach wasn’t alleviated by your own fingers.

you fucking hate it, you wish it was atsumu and osamu pleasuring you instead. you sigh deeply, dropping a few more donations just as the twins end another very successful stream.

you’re about to lie back against your bed, ready to re-evaluate your choices in life when you hear a ping from your laptop.

Message from MiyaBros:

you up for a private show, pretty?

[kurosukii]

i just thought of atsumu finding out about your “thing” with bokuaka and- like, he’d notice that bokuto is in top form like never before and akaashi goes to practice more often and he was like ✨ sus ✨ so when practice was over he accidentally overheard you guys talking about your next threesome and when you came back to the gym he’d say smth like “don’t get me wrong, but you’re such a dirty slut, huh? letting someone who isn’t on the team fuck this pretty tight pussy... think i should teach you a lesson, yeah?”

☀︎ MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY — consensual cucking, voyeurism, mxm action, dom!akaashi & sub!bokuto, handjob, sleazy!atsumu, ‘slutty’ mention, kind of objectification.

bokuaka would only let him get a taste ✨ONCE✨ since ya know the three of you are planning to get serious 👉🏽👈🏽

akaashi would say (while atsumu is fucking you): look at our slutty girl, kou. getting her little pussy fucked by miya-san and enjoying it. but don’t you think she screamed louder when we were fucking her?

atsumu would bend you over the bench while your two soon-to-be boyfriends sit on the cold metal beside you. atsumu’s kind of annoyed, you know? he thinks you’re fucking hot too, why didn’t you let him get a taste of your pussy?

he doesn’t even care that akaashi’s busy fisting bokuto’s cock, the silver and black haired man’s moans echoing in the gym as his gold eyes watch you get pounded by his teammate.

you’re a mess, really. having three different cocks stretch your pussy in such a short time? well aren’t you quite the popular girl.

nevertheless, atsumu’s cock feels good. the man is prone to jealousy and the way his setter fingers leave indents on your hips as he fucks you from behind is riveting. he’s going hard and you like it. but he’s also trying to teach you a lesson, which unfortunately, won’t stick.

why would you choose one cock when you can have two? two is better than one as they say.

akaashi knows this, which is why he allowed this to happen, but bokuto needed a little encouragement.

after all, it doesn’t matter if you get fucked and used like a cocksleeve by the entire team while they watch, it doesn’t matter if you enjoy every second of it. the men who you will come home to, the men who will know, love, and fuck you better than anyone will always be akaashi and bokuto.

[kurosukii]

miya sandwich screams overstimulationnnn ahhhh reader's crying too, limp and drooling, slightly shaking hhhh pls want sandwich so bad

☀︎ MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY — double penetration, threesome, overstimulation, dumbification

you bet it bestie . they’d even fuck you standing too. osamu’s taking your ass while atsumu is drilling your pussy.

you’ve long given up on supporting your own body, one legged hooked over atsumu’s forearm, basically just letting these two muscled and strong men hold you upright as they alternately fuck into you (they tried thrusting into you at the same time but it’s proven to be too much for you but don’t worry, they’ll ease you into it)

they find it so hot that you’re completely fucked out, tears staining your cheeks with drool spilling out of your mouth. you think that they’ll be louder than you, being grown men with booming voices and all, but your cries of pleasure overpowers theirs as your sweet voice bounces against the walls, accompanied by the slapping of skin. 

broken whimpers and whines straining your vocal chords as atsumu hits your sweet spot repeatedly, their large and heavy hands leaving indents on your sensitive skin. they’ve fucked you countless of times, pulling orgasm after orgasm.

it seems like these two will only be satisfied when the only thing in your mind are their names and their respective cocks leaving imprints inside of you, waiting until the next time they can fuck you together again <3 

[kurosukii]

wonder what would happen if our father found out we were fucking the twins (cough suna’s the dad)…would he fuck the twin’s kids? if they’re around our age i mean

i like the way you think,,, very nice,,,

☀︎ MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY — accidental voyeurism (suna’s your dad and he catches you LOL), doggy style, male masturbation, ‘whore’ mention . this is technically not a cest but somehow it feels like it is...

what the twins (probably) won’t care about is that suna actually came home from fucking their daughters <3

suna hears the moans and cries from your room, heart pounding thinking that you’re hurt but he can’t explain the relief he feels when he sees you on all fours, biting the pillow while atsumu pounds your pussy from behind.

osamu’s eyes widen when he sees suna, his grip loosening around his cock, but quickly resumes when the hazel eyed man lazily leans against the wall with arms crossed as he watches his daughter get fucked dumb into the mattress.

you’re the only person who hasn’t noticed your father coming to your room, too cockdrunk and an utter mess with your face deeply buried in the pillow.

atsumu chuckles, not ashamed by how his hips are loudly smacking against your ass, or the fact that suna caught him making a whore out of his daughter.

“don’t worry man, we’re takin’ good care of her—as you can see and hear—just like how you’re takin’ good care of me and samu’s kids.”

[kurosukii]

thinking about getting your nails done, the freshly painted acrylics complementing your skin nicely and how it looks so pretty wrapped around suna’s dick ♥️

it was all you could think about at the salon, rubbing your thighs together as you fight to stay still on the chair. he’ll love it, you giggle to yourself and the nail technician who smiles at you is none the wiser about the naughty thoughts running through your head.

“fuck yeah, baby—shit. stroke my cock like that,” suna moans loudly, his hips bucking up in your hand as he chases his high. his thighs twitch with every pump your hand makes on his shaft, his abs flexing with each heavy pant he makes.

his thick fingers are buried in the sheets, teeth biting his lower lip as he watches your lust-blown eyes twinkle up at him. your long nails looks so pretty around his cock, the color contrasting well with the redness of his tip, pre-cum leaking from his slit and coating your hands with a wet sheen.

your nails look even brighter with his slick covering the paint and it makes your pussy throb with pleasure.

“you like ‘em, rinnie?” you ask sweetly, your other hand palming his balls as he jerks in your hold. suna groans in reply, his chin bumping his heaving chest as he looks down at you with stars in his eyes.

it’s a beautiful scene—your tall and hulking boyfriend visibly shaking as he sits naked on the bed, his head thrown back as he groans your name and thrusts against your hand again and again.

suna can feel his balls tightening as he nears his orgasm and the loud and wet sounds of your palm squeezing and pulling away at his cock makes him so dizzy that his vision blurs.

“baby, faster—please. ‘m gonna cum!”

you heed your boyfriend’s commands, moaning along with him as the pulsing in your pussy matches the pumps and strokes you’re making on his cock. your colored nails flashing in your vision as you speed up your pace, using both of your hands to give him the orgasm he’s asking for.

“cum for me rinnie, paint my nails white,” you moan, biting your lip as you look into your boyfriend’s hooded eyes. your face is the last thing suna sees before he closes them tightly, groaning your name as he spills over, thick and warm rivulets of his cum shooting out of his tip as it drenches your hands.

suna’s body is shining with sweat, his breaths loud and heavy as he opens his eyes, watching you lick his release from your fingers with a loud pop, the taste him heavy and hot on your tongue. he shivers when you drag your index finger through his slit, your nail scooping a drop of his cum as you play with his dick once more.

suna smirks at your neediness, your hunger for his cock as he cups your face in his palm, thumb rubbing your cheek as he coos at you.

“how about we see how pretty your nails look on my back, baby?”

[kurosukii]

dom!Kita taking out his stress on me <3 him being low key possessive <3 screwing and breeding me in the changing room after practice <3 like yes please <3

☀︎ c.w: possessive and jealous kita, breeding, creampie, cumplay, cockwarming, spanking, doggy style

☀︎ MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

nonnie, hope you don’t mind i changed this to after the inarizaki team visited you and kita at the farm hihi

you’ve always known kita to be a patient and diligent man. never straying from his routine, always doing what’s necessary. nothing more, nothing less.

until it comes to you.

“i know you’re not dumb. i know you saw the way my old teammates were looking at you.”

he’s had a pretty stressful day, the harvest wasn’t to his liking and on top of that, his high school teammates showed up without informing him or you.

usually, he’d take it in stride. let his kouhais do what they please because deep down, they’ll never lose that youthful feel to them, but today was just icing on the cake.

“s-shinsuke please! don’t stop!”

you moan, cheek squished into the pillow as your boyfriend fucks you from behind. drool drenches the fabric as your body jolts forward, the headboard shaking from kita’s thrusts.

kita’s right, you aren’t dumb. you know the way atsumu, osamu, and suna were looking at you tonight and it gave you an idea—and that idea is what landed you in this position.

kita’s mind is always clear, level-headed, but you just bring that caveman instinct out of him. the need to provide and protect and what he wants to provide now is a healthy dose of thick and hot cum inside your messy cunt.

“maybe i have to put a baby in you for them to back off, huh? would ya like that?”

kita grunts, his hand swinging as he slaps your ass. you cry out, back arching as the sting sends tingles down your spine. his fat cock is dragging along your walls, leaving loud squelching sounds.

“y-yes please s-shinsuke! put your baby in me—fuck!”

you whine, pushing yourself up on your shaking arms as you meet kita’s thrusts. your breasts sway as you roll your hips in tandem with his, moaning his name as you do so.

kita takes hold of the fat of your ass, squeezing and kneading the skin before his palms come down and spank you again. he leans over you ear, sweaty chest covering the expanse of your back.

“as you wish, sweetheart.”

his hands on your hips are near-bruising as his thrusts become faster, harder. his thick and heavy balls slap against your clit, tightening as they prepare to blow his load inside your dripping pussy.

“shinsuke!”

you scream, body trembling as kita’s hips jerk once, twice, before he groans your name, throwing his head back as thick and hot spurts of cum coat your velvet walls.

you crash on the bed, whimpering his name as his cum overflows and leaks out of your cunt, dripping down to the sheets.

kita sighs, wrapping his arms around you as he brings you with him, landing on the sweaty sheets on your sides.

he kisses the back of your neck, whispering in your hair as he closes his eyes, fingers reaching down to push his cum back into you.

“i know you’ll be a good mother, sweetheart.”

[kurosukii]

how about,,,,how about panty thief!atsumu...

panty thief!atsumu who is your roommate and always volunteers to do the laundry. you’re so relieved that he’s not just another loud mouth and pretty face; he can actually pull in his weight around the apartment.

panty thief!atsumu who doesn’t care if what he’s doing is immoral. one whiff of your dirty green cotton undies and he fell down the proverbial rabbit hole that is your sweet and tangy scent.

panty thief!atsumu who doesn’t care about what kind of underwear you have. your granny panties, cotton panties, lacy panties, etc because anything that touches your pussy is a treasure to him.

panty thief!atsumu who makes it a ritual to at least keep two pairs of your panties inside his pillowcase; one dirty and soiled, one fresh from the dryer. your scent never really goes away even if it’s newly washed, and he loves it.

panty thief!atsumu who wraps the soft cloth around himself, one large hand fisting and stroking his cock while his other hand pushes the soiled pair to his face, practically inhaling your smell; sometimes he balls it up and puts the rumpled fabric inside his mouth while his tongue licks them.

panty thief!atsumu who thinks he’s being subtle about pocketing your panties, but how can you not put two and two together when your undies keep disappearing? “the dryer ate them up!” really, atsumu? and not to mention atsumu’s pleasured noises every night when you’re 100% sure that he didn’t bring a girl over.

panty thief!atsumu who you indulge, making the blonde’s fantasies come true when you burst into his room mid-stroke, him scrambling and telling you “it’s not what it looks like!” (it’s exactly what it looks like) but you shush him and hop on his cock, sliding your panties to the side as you immediately start bouncing on his dick.

panty thief!atsumu who still continues to steal your panties even when you’re already regularly fucking each other because “they’re my prize, sweetheart.”

the idea of a panty sniffer!atsumu literally gets me so whoreknee what the fuck JDNXMDNSM if u guys have any thoughts to share with the class, pls do so i don’t have any words just complete horniness ,,,

[kurosukii]

⌜ CURRENT TAGGING SYSTEM ⌟

TRIGGER WARNING TAGS

[because of dumblr’s stupid policies, here’s my new way of tagging triggers]

all triggers are tagged as “ tw.[insert trigger here]. ”

example: tw.noncon. / tw.incest. / tw.dubcon. / etc.

please filter/block them accordingly.

GENERAL BLOG TAGS

[ 🂡 ] – jul replies ⇢ answered asks

[ 🂢 ] – nonnie | [ 🂢 ] – (blog name) ⇢ blog visitors

[ 🂣 ] – games ⇢ tagged games

[ 🂤 ] – reblogs ⇢ reblogs/posts i like

[ 🂨 ] – quiet ⇢ rambles

[ 🂩 ] – jul core ⇢ me

[ 🂥 ] – nasty ⇢ thirsts

[ 🂦 ] – pron ⇢ not safe for work visuals 

[ 🂧 ] – luv ⇢ me simping

CONTENT TAGS 

[ 🁣 ] – jul scribbles

[ 🁤 ] – drabbles

[ 🁥 ] – hcs

[ 🁦 ] – words

[ 🁧 ] – visuals

[ 🁨 ] – recs

[ 🁩 ] – hq loved

[ 🁶 ] – bnha loved

[ 🁷 ] – jjk loved

[ 🂐 ] – kny loved

[ 𓃠 ] – nekoma

[ ❃ ] – aoba johsai

[ 𓃥 ] – inarizaki 

[ 𓅓 ] – fukurodani 

[ 𓆉 ] – itachiyama

[ 𓅛 ] – karasuno 

[ 𓅃 ] – shiratorizawa

[ 𓃦 ] – msby

⌜OLD TAGGING SYSTEM ⌟