#[ 🁣 ] – jul scribbles

[kurosukii]

𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞

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

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

genre: smut, frat au

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

word count: 8.3k

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

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[9:15 PM]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“where are your pledges, huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“fuck off, dickhead.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“open those eyes for me, yeah?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“y-yes—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“wanna make a bet, makki?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“fuckfuckfuck i think i’m gonna—!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“m-makki!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“lucky bastard.”

“whatever.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“h-how will you f-fit—oh!”

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

“i-iwaizumi, you’re s-so big—”

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

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

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

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

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

“i-i…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“fuck, i’m cumming—oh my god!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[10:56 PM]

[kurosukii]

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝

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

summary: one night was all it took for you to become the resident stress-reliever for the infamous athletes of your university.

genre: smut, college au

warnings: 18+. seijoh four as sleazy college boys, objectification, dacryphilia, gangbang, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, dirty talk, spit-roasting, double penetration, anal, ass play, degradation, praise, hair pulling, slight size kink, spanking, slight face-slapping, oral (m and slight f receiving), facial, face-fucking, creampie, cumplay, cum eating, squirting, spitting, nipple play, dumbification, overstimulation, slight matsuhana action

word count: 3.5k

author's note: the long awaited sequel to checkmate (go read it if you want to be fully immersed/have an idea of what this nasty thing is about or not cause this is literally just pawrn HHH) but yeah here's a gangbang with seijoh 4 <3 (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI)

no beta cause we go down swinging !

[10:34 PM]

it would definitely be a lie if you said you had no idea how this entire debauchery started because deep down, you knew exactly what was going to happen when oikawa invited you to ‘do the project’ in his luxurious apartment off-campus.

but what you really didn’t expect is that his best friends would be involved in the party. if you knew, you would’ve probably told oikawa to fuck off and do the project on your own, or so you’d like to tell yourself.

what was supposed to be a gruesome school project turned into a cliché plot for a porno.

“iwa-chan, i feel like—f-fuck—you’re angrier a-at her than i am,” oikawa hisses through gritted teeth, his abs clenching when his cock hits the back of your throat because of iwaizumi’s harsh thrusts.

“gotta teach this bitch a lesson,” iwaizumi growls, his thick eyebrows furrowing in concentration as he pushes your back in a deeper arch. one large and rough hand comes down on your swelling ass and you moan unabashedly, though it’s muffled thanks to oikawa’s dick in your mouth.

the pretty setter isn’t even moving his hips anymore because the force of his best friend’s thrusts is enough to push you towards his hips. he’s got both of his hands in your hair, his lithe fingers tugging on your roots as he smirks down at you with glossy eyes.

“hear that, pretty? iwa-chan’s mad at you for being such a naughty brat,” oikawa chuckles in between his moans, slightly slapping your hollowed cheeks to keep your teary eyes trained on him.

on a normal night, oikawa would already be passed out from the multiple orgasms he’s had, but your presence in his personal space—where he has envisioned the position you’re in more times than he can count—flipped a switch inside him.

you guys had a thirty-minute break before resuming your activities. despite the halt in momentum, the adrenaline in his veins is pumping, even rivaling his energy and stamina when he’s playing a close and intense game.

you’re so messy—mascara staining your face, running down your cheeks as you look up at him with your lips obscenely stretched around his dick. it turns him on so much, watching your usually venomous mouth get fucked by his cock. coupled with the vibrations of your whines and whimpers, oikawa can't help but thrust at the same time as iwaizumi.

a garbled squeal erupts from your throat and the two other occupants of the room groan in unison as they lazily stroke their cocks. the sight of you choking and gagging with copious amounts of saliva and cum dripping from your stretched mouth has mattsun and makki shuddering in pleasure as their hooded eyes watch you get fucked by their best friends.

“never knew it’d be this hot watching her get fucked like a whore,” makki groans, throwing his head back as he tugs on his cock. “dude, she’s been practically begging to be put in her place ever since she gave iwaizumi the evil eyes,” mattsun hisses, one hand working on his shaft while the other plays with his heavy balls.

“besides, look at her,” he nods to you, lips curling into a sinister smirk as he watches your hips not-so-subtly roll and meet iwaizumi’s brutal thrusts. “the slut’s clearly enjoying it.”

mattsun’s observation of your traitorous body has you clenching and fluttering around iwaizumi, causing him to curse as his hips lose their rhythm. his dark eyes flash, his large and rough hand coming down to slap your ass again.

“you like getting called names, huh? fucking dirty bitch.”

the roughness of his voice and perfectly angled thrust to that spongy spot inside your velvety walls make you whine around oikawa’s cock, causing the brunette moan as he throws his head back, abs clenching as he feels his impending orgasm ripple through his body.

“god, this pussy is still so tight even after getting fucked multiple times,” iwaizumi hisses through gritted teeth, the veins on his neck clearly defined as he feels droplets of sweat roll down the column of his throat. “shit, i’m gonna cum.”

oikawa hums in agreement, his adam’s apple bobbing as he freely takes hold of your hair, fingers digging in your scalp as he pushes his cock further into your mouth. his brown eyes are hooded and glossy as he looks down on your teary and red ones, his pink lips parted as he heavily pants through them.

“i’m gonna cum on your face, pretty girl. brand you with my cum—oh yes,” oikawa moans as he feels your tongue wriggle along his shaft, your shaky hands gripping his ass when your chin bumps his balls. iwaizumi groans loudly behind you, and it has you—and even the other three men—shiver with how purely masculine he sounds.

“take it all, cockslut,” iwaizumi grunts, his hands gripping your hips so tight that it’ll leave bruises, threatening to even cover the ones oikawa planted on you at the beginning of the night. he throws his head back just as his balls tighten, thrusts becoming erratic and when you consciously clench your pussy around his thick length—he can’t help but groan your name along with other colorful words that has your aching cheeks heating up.

sensing that iwaizumi is filling you with his cum, oikawa pulls his cock out of your mouth and for the nth time this night, you gasp and choke, finally feeling oxygen properly go down your lungs. your celebration is short-lived, however, because oikawa still has one hand tangled in your strands, keeping your head in place while the other is rapidly stroking his shaft.

he whines your name just as hot ropes of his cum splatter on your face, his mouth parted in a gasp as he watches you close your eyes just in time. you feel his hot and sticky release coat your cheeks, mouth dropping into a whine when you feel iwaizumi’s quick and short thrusts in your battered pussy, your stained cheeks burning when you feel the warm trails of your mixed juices run down on the inside of your thighs.

oikawa takes the tip of his cock and smears the strings of his cum with the messy black lines of your ruined mascara, groaning at the sight of your face branded with your drool and his essence. mattsun and makki are breathing as heavily as the three of you on the bed, their thighs, stomachs, and fingers coated with their release as they watch iwaizumi slap your ass one last time, earning a high-pitched yelp from you as he pulls out with a wet and loud pop that has them groaning with how lewd it sounds.

the sounds of breathing and gentle whining are all that’s heard throughout the hazy and stuffy room. you’re practically flat on the bed, boneless with how spent you feel and you can’t even move away from iwaizumi’s thick fingers as he spreads the mess of your juices all along the back of your thighs.

oikawa looks to his couch, his sweaty chest heaving as he chuckles when he sees the excitement and anticipation in mattsun and makki’s eyes. he whistles to iwaizumi who’s still torturing you with his fingers to give way to their other friends that are eagerly waiting for their turn to have a go at you.

“it’s our turn now,” makki says with an airy tone as he laughs while giving oikawa a high five, uncaring of the way they’re all naked. it’s not like they haven’t seen and played with each other’s bits before. when makki reaches his scowling vice-captain to also give him a high five, iwaizumi just pointedly stares at his hand streaked with remnants of his cum.

mattsun snorts in amusement, hand poised to slap iwaizumi’s bare and firm ass until the latter growls at him threateningly, dark eyes narrowed into slits, causing mattsun to quickly shuffle on the drenched and messy bed, cooing at you with faux concern in his eyes as he maneuvers your limp body.

he settles his back on the headboard, with makki joining a few seconds later after he successfully dodged iwaizumi’s punch to the gut. makki makes his way behind you, his lean chest pressing against your sweaty back as he widens your stance so that your messy cunt is directly above mattsun’s impressive length.

if you thought that iwaizumi’s cock was already a bitch to take, then mattsun’s will give you other things to worry about.

you brace yourself on the shoulders of the smirking man in front of you, whining when they each take handfuls of your bruised ass. their fingers expertly knead the warm skin before they pull and let go, watching in amusement while your ass cheeks jiggle from their ministrations.

“you know,” makki quips, his fingers lazily spreading your folds as he plays with the cum leaking from your pussy, groaning when he sees a thick globule of white land on the tip of mattsun’s reddened and angry cockhead. “i always have to fuck the girl first before issei does, prepping her for his horsecock and all,” makki chuckles as he bites your ear, then licks it as he hears you yelp in surprise.

mattsun chuckles along with him, his hands reaching out and cupping your tits in his warm palms. “but i don’t have to do it with you since those two over there already stretched your cute and slutty pussy.” makki gestures to the men lounging on the plush couch of the room.

“so i’ll just fuck your ass instead.”

mattsun groans at makki’s statement, tilting his head as he lazily strokes himself. his eyes are hooded as he watches your shocked expression at the way his cock is leaking so much pre-cum. “like what you see?” he rasps, thumb smearing the pearly white drop all over his tip.

“ever had your ass fucked, doll?” makki whispers against the column of your throat, nipping the junction where your neck and shoulder meet while he slaps your ass with both of his hands.

you shake your head, too hesitant to speak because the taste and feel of oikawa’s cum down your throat is still fresh, still raw from his face-fucking. you wince as you feel his cum drying on your face, unable to wipe it off because there’s no space for movement between them and you have a feeling that oikawa will just ruin your face again for his own malicious benefit if you dare try to remove his branding.

“no? you’re in luck, then. i heard i’m the best ass fucker on campus. just ask issei.” makki winks at the said man and mattsun flips him off, grumbling under his breath at the proclamation. makki chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eyes while he shuts himself up by focusing on your neck, leaving marks and trails of saliva as he does so.

you whine as you arch your back, breasts shaking as mattsun plays with your hardened nipple. he speaks up, and you’ve come to the realization that these two are talkative compared to the other duo lounging on the couch.

“even if oikawa and iwaizumi didn’t stretch your pussy, i think you can take my cock, sweetheart. you just have that look.” look of a whore, he wants to say, but you already know that—pretending that you’re not like the other girls but in the end, you want to be used and fucked by the four of them. well, you just got your wish.

“yeah, this pussy is made to take cocks as big and fat as mine. look at you,” he says in awe while looking at his three thick fingers snugly fitting inside your cunt. you moan as you bite your lips, eyes fluttering when you feel makki’s hard cock resting in between your ass.

your grip on mattsun’s shoulders tightens as his thumb presses on your clit, making you arch your back while makki’s hands cup your tits as he squeezes and rolls the soft flesh in his grip. mattsun watches in fascination as the essence of his other best friend coats his fingers as he curls them in your velvety walls.

“fuck, you really are the perfect cumdump.”

“the two of you are so fucking chatty, get a fucking move on.”

“mmm, we like it when you order us around, iwa.”

iwaizumi growls at makki’s teasing, willing himself not to beat the strawberry blonde into a pulp. makki blows him a kiss before focusing on your trembling body, he dips his fingers down to your messy cunt, clashing with mattsun’s as he drags the thick and sticky cum up to your puckered hole.

“iwa’s cum is still so warm, sweetheart. bet it feels like heaven to be buried in your cunt,” he whispers in your ear, nipping on the soft cartilage as his fingertips circle and prod at your slightly stretched hole.

earlier on in the night, oikawa promised that he would claim every part of you, and that included your ass so while you were taking your supposed “break”, his two fingers were knuckle deep inside your ass while he carried a normal conversation with his friends—as if you weren’t squirming and begging him to do something.

so you know that it’s unnecessary for makki to thoroughly prep you, the sly bastard just wants to play with your ass.

mattsun pulls his fingers out of your pussy, causing you to whine at the loss of stimulation while he just winks, making a show of putting them in his mouth and sucking them clean while he watches you whimper from makki’s fingers in your ass.

oikawa and iwaizumi take a deep breath at the display, knowing fully well that those two are fucking nasty and kinkier than they are. but it’s ten times hotter when you are the one sandwiched between their wilder friends.

“just fuck her already,” oikawa whines, his cock twitching in his hand. iwaizumi grunts in agreement, his stony gaze searing into them as they laugh before adjusting the angle of your body.

makki pulls his fingers out of your ass and takes hold of his lengthy cock as he taps it on your hole, saying something along the lines of knock knock before pushing it in.

“makki!”

mattsun uses your distraction to slip his own cock inside of your pussy, groaning when the heat of your cunt welcomes his tip nicely. your nails dig into his shoulders as he stretches you wider than the ones before him.

“yeah, look at you,” he hisses, watching the way your eyes roll to the back of your head as your jaw drops from the way their dicks stretch your walls. “taking my cock so well.”

“you like how me and makki feel inside you, baby?” mattsun coos, and you nod helplessly, unable to give him a coherent answer because all that’s coming from your mouth are broken syllables of their name and tiny yes yes yes’s.

makki bottoms out in your ass and he moans your name, his fingers rolling and twisting your nipples as he nuzzles your neck. mattsun pulls the both of you closer until the only space between you is a hair’s breadth away, until your arms are tightly wrapped around his thick neck and your heavy pants are fanning his face.

“touch your clit for me,” he whispers against your lips. you obediently follow him, removing your arm around his neck as makki’s thrusts from behind jostle your body. your hand squeezes in between your sweaty bodies as you touch the bundle of nerves. “there you go, baby.”

you can’t help but moan into mattsun’s mouth just as you circle your fingers on your swollen clit, jerking at the added stimulation and making all three of you cry out.

mattsun isn’t even moving his hips, opting to let you and makki do the work as he sloppily kisses you, not caring that he can taste oikawa on your tongue. the way your velvety walls drag along the thickness of his cock has him dizzy. you’re so tight that it hurts, but it’s the good kind of hurt that has him squeezing your hips as he rolls them in tandem with makki’s thrusts.

makki tugs on your hair, pulling you away from mattsun as he tilts your head until you’re facing him. “open up, sweetheart,” he orders, voice strained while he maintains the rhythm of his thrusts. you don’t need to be told twice since your mouth is parted from all the sinful cries coming from your throat. he smirks slyly, his adam’s apple bobbing as he spits in your mouth.

you whine as you swallow without being told, and makki groans as he spanks your ass before going back to ravaging your neck, his breaths fanning your sensitive skin as he tells you what a good girl you are.

“fuck, i’m close.”

you whine when you hear mattsun’s raspy voice groaning in your ear, his hips jerking towards yours as he frantically chases his orgasm. “me too, shit,” makki hisses, his sweaty chest rubbing against your back as he pushes you closer to mattsun.

both boys reach for your throbbing clit at the same time, their trembling fingers tangling with each other as they make you reach your limit for the night.

“cum for us, sweetheart,” makki grunts in your ear, his hips loudly slapping against your ass. “cream all over my cock—fuck yes—your cunt’s squeezing me so tight,” mattsun groans, his other hand gripping your waist so tightly that there will be several hand-shaped bruises by the morning.

“gonna fill your pretty ass with my cum—oh fuck,” makki moans in your ear, his hot breath fanning the side of your face as you feel fat drops of tears leaving your eyes.

you’re way past the point of uttering intelligible words, the only thing all of the men in the room can make out are jumbled syllables of their names and a high-pitched f-fuck, gonna cum! your face is something that came directly from an adult rated film; your eyes are glazed over and crossed, tongue lolling out with drool dripping down your chin—there’s no doubt that the four of them have effectively reduced you into a mindless slut.

you’re so dizzy from the hazy and musky smell of sex in oikawa’s room  and with the fast circles from both mattsun and makki’s fingers that they’re subjecting your overstimulated clit to makes the knot in your stomach snap.

your orgasm hits you so hard that there are no words coming out of you, only a choked scream as your body stiffens for a few seconds before convulsing so much that you don’t even notice or feel the way clear liquid shoots out of your cunt and on to mattsun’s abdomen.

when both men see and feel you squirt, it triggers their own orgasms as well, causing them to thrust into you one last time before they loudly groan your name as they simultaneously fill your holes with thick and hot spurts of their cum, painting and coating your insides white as they breathe heavily.

the three of you are shaking and whimpering and your body gives out so you can’t stop yourself from falling on mattsun’s chest. they hiss when they hear their cocks slip out of you with an obscenely loud pop, causing everyone witnessing the mess to moan as their cum dribble out of your ass and pussy.

Makki lifts his lean body off of you, not crushing you between them anymore as he lifts your head and sloppily kisses you. he quickly tugs on mattsun’s hair and pushes his face towards yours and it’s just so messy.

the three-way kiss with the two of them consists of them licking each other’s tongues before they focus back on you. when they’re done fooling around, you immediately find yourself on your back with makki in between your legs, his bright eyes wide as he stares at the cum dribbling from your pussy.

oikawa, still as naked as the day he was born, walks up to your trembling and very overstimulated body as he smirks down at you, his fingers rubbing his dried cum on your face.

“down for this again, pretty?”

there’s a dopey smile on your lips but it quickly gets erased when you moan, feeling makki’s tongue slurping all the juices flowing out of your pussy, practically cleaning you up.

iwaizumi is leaning on the couch, his sweaty chest heaving as he smirks at your pathetic whines while your hands weakly push makki away from you. it’s futile because mattsun’s hand is buried in makki’s hair as he guides the strawberry blonde’s head in making an even bigger mess between your legs.

oikawa chuckles as he sits beside you again, lean arms crossed on his chest as he looks at your fucked out expression.

“that’ll teach her a lesson on disrespecting me,” iwaizumi spits, his dark eyes trained on you.

“excuse me? i’m the one she was the brat—”

“shut up, shittykawa.”

[12:15 AM]

[kurosukii]

𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞

pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x f!reader

summary: as a broke and desperate college student, you resort to becoming a camgirl—not knowing that the professor you despise the most is your number one viewer.

genre: smut, college au, camgirl au, student x teacher

warnings: 18+. noncon/dubcon, manipulation, coercion, abuse of power, student/teacher (prof sakusa is a perv), sex work (camgirl reader), sex toys (reader gets boinked by a sex machine), exhibitionism, voyeurism, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, male masturbation, sir kink, praise, degradation, overstimulation, hair pulling, oral (f (slight) and m receiving), face-fucking, slight biting, nipple play, spitting, squirting, spanking, creampie, cumplay

word count: 6.4k

author's note: for babie L's @bokuroskitten a-are you filming this? collab! thanks for letting me join boo! i really enjoyed writing this hihi (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI)

º thank you @chicoree​ for beta-ing <3 (i finally got around to posting it ehe) 

everyone pls thank my bff for planting the seeds of professor x student in my mind—this is the result .

[5:57 PM]

your literature professor is arguably the most irritating and most attractive man you’ve ever seen in your life.

he could definitely pass off as a high fashion model with his elegant and sculpted features, and with the way his iron-pressed dress shirts cling to his broad shouldered and muscled frame, he could definitely pass for an athlete too.

college students are scavengers. they scour for information that can either be used for good or bad or, in everyone’s case, to add a fantasy to their spank bank. through the power of social media and avid lurking, some students found pictures of professor sakusa back in the day.

much to your absolute dismay the pictures went to your spank bank too, to be used when you’re doing your other, definitely more lucrative job every friday night.

lo and behold, that hot robot of a man was an athlete. volleyball was his sport, and even though the atrocious color of his uniform could burn anyone’s corneas with how bright it was, it still didn’t hide the fact that he was nothing but attractive in his younger days before he finally hung up the jersey and ventured into academia.

he’s the most infuriating man in academia, if you were to be asked. seriously; the man walks, talks, and acts like he has a proverbial stick up his ass all around the clock.

“your paper lacks depth; are you sure you read the instructions clearly? it says to ‘thoroughly explain the presence of the recurring theme in pride and prejudice to the modern era’. this paper is lackluster for a third year english literature major. i will have to ask you to make major revisions.”

what a complete prick. never mind that the people who read your paper were singing praises about your insights and words, of course nothing will ever be up to par with professor sakusa and his array of accomplishments that no mortal human can achieve.

he’s your first class on fridays, so you always go through the day with a permanent scowl etched on your face.

at least this gruelling day is finally done, you mutter to yourself as you step inside your shared dorm with your roommate who’s nowhere to be found. shit, it’s friday.

you were so engrossed with the bad energy from your professor, you forgot that it’s streaming night. you skip to your room, practically giddy as you remember the box you picked up from the post office.

it was supposed to be a one-time thing, but money is a drug and a broke and scavenging college student like you quickly becomes addicted. not to mention—the boost of confidence in your own body that quickly came after that realization.

like most broke girls, you’ve fallen into the spectrum of sex work and camming. it’s good money and the numerous comments about people wanting to fuck your sexy ass body—as they always say—never fail to leave you wanting for more.

a megawatt grin graces your lips when you see the non-descript box in the center of your twin-sized school issued bed. there’s a small envelope on top (you’re glad that the employees at the post office didn’t mess with it) and you take it, sitting on the bed as you bite your lip in anticipation.

the envelope looks like it came out of the classic literature books you’ve read and studied. it’s cream colored, sepia at the edges, and with a blood red wax seal at the center.

you don’t miss the letter imprinted on the wax: D in a gothic font. your body heats up as you gently peel off the seal, revealing a note inside.

it’s my size and shape. - mr. darcy

it’s printed in black ink and you’re secretly disappointed because you wish it was handwritten. but for safety purposes, there’s no indication of who it might be. after all, you accepted the package under a pseudonym (never mind the less than legal process you went through for an id).

mr darcy. you’d squealed like a schoolgirl when his user popped up on the paid private chats after one of your streams. a couple other people messaged you but this one was different. there’s a regal air to him, despite the fact that he’s paying to jack off to your body.  

it doesn’t help that your username is lizzybennet. what are the damn odds? he’s always present, practically your number one viewer with the amount of money he gives you.

just a few days ago, he told you he was going to give a gift, in celebration for you reaching 50k subscribers. the box on your lap is the gift and you have an inkling of what’s buried underneath the crepe paper.

you rummage through the packaging and once you see it, you gasp. it’s a mini sex machine. your eyes are wide as you inspect the contraption and you notice that there’s a note attached to the mechanical body of the toy.  

“a celebratory gift for you amassing 50k subscribers. please use it on your next stream; i have the controller.”

how can he be so eloquent when there’s a literal fucking machine on your lap? he’s taking this whole mr. darcy thing down to the bone.

you gulp, nervous and excited about the last part of what he said. fuck, he’s basically going to fuck you with the machine.

your pussy flutters at the idea, wetness immediately dampening your panties. your eyes wander and what catches your attention is the dildo that’s attached to the body.

this dildo is his dick in silicone? is he joking? this looks like it belongs in the superhuman section of bad dragon.

it’s thick and long, curving a little bit to the right with multiple veins running down the shaft. the color is bright, like a neon highlighter and in the back of your mind, it seems familiar but you can’t quite place it.

it’s cold to the touch and you rub your thighs, excited to use it and give your viewers a show they’ll never forget. you set it down and stand up from the bed, doing all the necessary rituals for your weekly stream.

“hi guys! i guess you all know by now that i’ve reached a milestone! so i want to do something different this time,”

you chirp, voice sweet and  saccharine. you’re dressed in your favorite lingerie, fiddling slightly with the straps as you shift around the bed, face still out of view from the camera.

the toy is propped on a stool that’s also out of view and you take a deep breath, calming yourself before pushing through with your face reveal. luckily, the site doesn’t allow screenshots and quickly kicks out any user who does.

“i figured you guys deserve to see my face with how good you all have been to me.”

slowly moving forward, you reach for the camera and adjust it, your face finally coming into view. pings start coming in and you giggle at the excitement of your viewers.

fuck, you’re gorgeous.

can’t believe you’ve been hiding that pretty face, baby.

god damn, your face already makes me hard.

everyone has some kind of dirty laundry, and it just so happens that the seemingly stoic professor’s dirty laundry is watching camgirls as his nightly routine.

a man has his needs and because he’s so busy and surrounded by geriatrics and stinky hormonal college students on a daily basis, he doesn’t have enough time or energy to look for a hookup.

imagine his relief when he found someone who reminded him of you as he was scrolling through numerous profiles. lizzybennet got him hooked because his username was already mrdarcy.

the resemblance of the voice and skin tone was enough to reel him in and for sakusa, it was instantly a match made in heaven. she quickly reminded him of one of his favourite students who he shamelessly fantasizes about all the time.

he supposes that he should feel disgusted with himself, but he doesn’t.

and now, his eyes are wide and his usually cool head is spinning. his blood is rushing, down south, in his ears, everywhere. the odds of him jacking off to a girl who uncannily resembles his student, only to find out it’s actually you.

he doesn’t know what to feel, but the way his cock is already standing at attention in his pants, well, he’s about to get his money’s worth.

shirtless and racking up a cold sweat, he unbuttons his pants and pulls out his cock, hissing as it throbs at the sight of you in lingerie. lingerie you bought with his money.

“one of you sweeties sent me a gift and i’ll definitely be putting it to good use,” you giggle, cheeks becoming warm at the lewd comments and occasional wholesome compliments.

you sit back on the bed, leaning further until you can’t see the chat anymore. hooking your ankle on the leg of the stool, you drag it to the end of the bed, between your legs as the pings get louder.

sakusa clutches the controller in his big hand, the other softly stroking his cock. biting his lower lip, his dark eyes sear into you and he wonders what it would be like if he were the one to ruin your pretty pussy with his cock—his real cock.

taking the bottle of lube beside you, you smear it over the toy, moaning as you pump it a few times while imagining it’s a certain professor’s dick.

he’s the star of your fantasies and the reason why you always cum so hard. thankfully, your mouth is kind to you and doesn’t blurt his name when you’re pleasing yourself on stream.

once it’s wet enough, you pull your panties to the side and your fingers play with your folds, closing your eyes as you bite your lips and get into the zone.

“shit, i wish it was your fingers playing with my pussy,” you whine, your free hand pulling the straps of your bra down, exposing your breasts to the camera, nipples hardening at the growing pleasure in your veins.

you take a nipple between your fingers, twisting and pulling gently as you whimper at the sting. the fingers playing with your folds are wet enough with your slick, and you insert two of them in your cunt, stretching yourself for the toy that’s about to fuck you.

your breathing picks up after scissoring yourself for a bit and you pull them out, showing the screen your soaked fingers before putting them in your mouth, moaning as you suck on your digits.

on the other side of the screen, sakusa groans as he leans back on his chair while holding his shaft, pumping his cock slowly as pre-cum leaks from the tip. his eyes flutter as he imagines fucking your pussy with his dexterous fingers, pulling whines and moans from your lips.

you position yourself on the bed and adjust the toy so that it’s directly in front of your dripping hole, fingers holding your panties to the side.

you look to the camera and your sultry gaze goes straight to sakusa’s cock and he hisses, squeezing himself as he flips the switch on the controller, preparing to turn the dial.

“ready when you are, sir,” you tease, slowly licking your lips as you wait for the toy to enter you.

sakusa growls under his breath, bristling at your challenge as desire courses through him when he hears the title fall from your pouty lips.

he turns the dial and the machine whirs to life, and your eyes glaze over in wonder as you spread your folds, watching as the toy slowly enters you.

you whine at the size; it’s cold and lifeless, but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s practically splitting you open. your legs tremble, toes curling as you play with your clit, causing more slick to gush out of you.

sakusa watches through his screen as you squirm and moan, the toy finally bottoming out in your cunt. his dark eyes flash and he gulps as your pussy swallows the toy.

you can definitely take him and he’ll make sure that it will happen, soon.

he doesn’t bother letting you adjust to the toy, a toy that’s bigger than all the ones he’s watched you fuck your pussy with. after all, you’re a slut and you can take it, right?

the toy increases in speed and you cry out, hands immediately bunching the sheets between your fingers as you throw your head back. pleasure courses through your body as you pant heavily, moans steadily rising in volume.

you close your eyes tightly as your chest heaves, starting to think of him.

stupid man and his stupid black curls that freely flip around his face, dark eyes always narrowed as they dart over you.

what would his hair feel like between your fingers? would they be soft from the clean and citrusy scent that wafts off of him when he roams around the classroom?

how would his eyes look up at you? would they be swimming with unbridled hunger as his skilled tongue flicks and laps away at your clit? would his deep voice reverberate through your shaking body when he groans as your taste coats his mouth?

would his large hands, adorned with long and slender fingers, squeeze your thighs, holding you still as he buries his face in your cunt?

all these vivid images flow through your brain, the constant pings of steady donations mere background noise as you imagine your professor’s deep voice ordering you, commanding you to cum.

“wish it was you fucking me right now—oh shit!” you moan, words blending together as tempo of the sex machine is increased.

the buzzing sound of the machine is in sync with your fast heartbeats as the silicone cock thrusts into you, lewd squelching filling the room as your moans and cries become choked and broken as your orgasm looms close behind.

not a lot of things can topple professor sakusa kiyoomi off of his pedestal, but the sight of his favorite student getting her pussy fucked by the toy that he gifted is definitely worth his jaw going slack for.

you’re so pretty, cheeks flushed and lips parting into the perfect orgasm face as your shaking arm reaches for your clit, eyes so hooded that you can barely see the screen in front of you.

sakusa’s hand pumps his cock a little faster, following the rough and fast circles you’re subjecting your aching clit to. it delights him to no end that you really know how to work your body.

he allows himself to groan loudly, gripping the arm of the chair as he thrusts up into his hand, pre-cum spilling over his shaft.

the controller is long forgotten to the side of his laptop, the dial turned to the highest setting as the machine fucks you hard and fast.

your high pitched moans are music to his ears and the twitching of your legs are proof of the pleasure that he’s indirectly causing.

your head’s thrown back, exposing your neck as your hips roll against the toy, juices from your cunt sliding down your ass as it drenches the sheets below you.

“sir, sir please! can i cum? please let me cum! i’ve been a good girl!”

tingles run down sakusa’s spine as he hears your whiny voice beg. even when he’s not touching you, he still has control over you.

“cum for me,” he groans under his breath, chair creaking as he fucks his hand and as if you heard him, you pinch your clit and scream, body convulsing as you cum all over the toy.

sakusa follows suit, moaning your name as white spurts of cum shoot out of his cock, staining his thighs and abs. eyes dark and mind hazy from his orgasm, he forgets to turn the dial off and his attention is called when he hears you crying and squealing.

“s-sir, p-please turn it o-off! it’s t-too much, fuck!” you cry out, tears stream down your face as the machine continues to pound you, hands fisting the sheets as overstimulation quickly washes over your body.

sakusa’s eyes are wide, staring with rapt attention as the toy abuses your cunt. he can turn it off if he wants to, but he doesn’t because he knows you can easily scoot back on the bed and end your supposed agony, but you don’t.

instead, he smirks as he watches steady tears roll down your cheeks as you beg and beg. your body is glistening with a fine sheen of sweat and because sakusa has watched your body countless of times, burned the curves and dips of your frame into his mind—he knows you’re going to cum again.

“f-fuck, fuck, fuck! i’m cumming again!” you wail, back arching off the bed as you cum once more. your body stiffens at the uncomfortable position and this time, a stream of clear liquid shoots out of your pussy, drenching your soiled sheets even more.

the pings are louder than before, and if you had your audience in your room, they would definitely be in awe as they watch you squirt over and over again.

sakusa’s hand returns to his cock, movements slow as he watches you whimper and twitch from the mind blowing orgasm. having mercy on you, he takes hold of the controller as he slowly turns the dial, the buzzing of the machine turning into soft whirs as the toy stops fucking you.

your eyes are heavy and lidded when you sit up, chest heaving and nipples aching as the toy slowly leaves your pussy, whining as you feel your juices slide down your ass.

you surprise everyone, including your professor, when you fumble around the machine and dislodge the toy that’s shining and glistening with your essence.

you put the wet and warm toy in your mouth, sucking and licking like you would on a real cock. sakusa hisses, closing his eyes as he hears you moan, tasting yourself on the toy.

his brain forms images in his mind, imagining you doing that to him, choking on his cock before he grabs your hips and slaps your ass, entering your needy pussy in one hard thrust.

you practically crawl towards the laptop, eyes sultry and inviting before you pull the toy out of your mouth with a wet pop and throw a dazzling smile at the camera, as if you didn’t get ruined by a silicone cock a few moments before.

fuck. this is your best stream ever lizzy.

shiiit, wish you squirted all over my cock like that, sweet cheeks.

i’d pay to cum on that pretty face any time, liz.

you’re so fucking beautiful, can’t believe i can finally picture a face to jack off to every night.

the last comment makes you giggle; men really are one and the same, huh?

the cursor hovers over the bright red button, and before you press it, you speak to the camera and although it might sound like you’re talking to all of them, you’re really just talking to him.

“i hope you enjoyed the show, sir. but i wish it was your real cock that made me cum and squirt like that.”

with one last wink to the camera, you end the stream.

sakusa didn’t get to sleep that night—but you did. slept like a baby too, because of the hefty amount that dropped in your bank account after the stream ended.

mr. darcy was like that—he preferred to do things all in one go.

“i expect that all of you have finished the required readings. we will have a unit test tomorrow. class dismissed.”

you sigh in relief as you pack your things in your bag, glad that your class with him has ended. there are perks, you guess, of him being your only class on mondays because it means that you’d have enough time to recover from his snarkiness, and it doesn’t even matter that he’s attractive as hell.

sometimes you’re happy that you sit at the top of the auditorium (of course professor sakusa requested his classroom to be there) so that you can have more time engraving his alluring features in your mind, but other times—like now—you wish you sat right beside the door.

you’re about to make a run for it when his deep and melodic voice calls your name.

“i would like to talk to you about your performance,” sakusa says, but there’s a weight behind the last word, like there’s a double entendre. “what do you have to say about it?”

you tilt your head to the side, legs robotically descending the stairs. why is he asking this now? your heart’s pounding and you try to ground yourself, ironically thinking about him and his quirks.

he’s always wearing a mask—like he did when he was in high school, something you noticed in his pictures—outside of classrooms and you guess he’s a clean freak, which is evident with the clinical organization of his desk.

he’s prim and proper personified, or so you think.

“i-i think i’ve been doing w-well, sir.”

fuck, why did you stutter? your mental beration at your nervousness quickly dissipates when you hear your professor’s groan. eyes wide, you focus back on him and his fists are clenched as he shamelessly adjusts his slacks that are currently housing a very prominent bulge on his crotch.

before you know it, you’re standing before him and your nervousness shows itself once more. half rimmed glasses rest on the bridge of his perfect nose as his fingers reach for it, folding them as he places it on his desk.

his weight sits on the wide, dark red desk as his dark eyes bore into you while he neatly folds his sleeves up to his elbows. too afraid to make eye contact, you stare at the moles on his forehead, peeking behind the stray curls.

“yes, you’ve been doing well. very well, isn’t that right, lizzy?”

a choked gasp leaves you and you feel like you’re going to faint as a finger traces your cheek, jaw, then lower lip. there’s cotton in your ears and your heart is about to jump out of your chest when sakusa slips his thumb between your parted lips.

he pushes down on your tongue and you stare at him helplessly. his usual exasperated expression is replaced with something sinister, a smirk gracing his rosy lips.

“such a beautiful girl...skilled with her fingers, skilled with her mouth, definitely skilled with that pussy,” he whispers to himself, trailing off as his other hand sneaks under your skirt, resting on your ass. you shouldn’t have worn that pesky piece of clothing.

his thumb rubs your tongue for a few more moments and his large hand squeezes your ass, earning a broken squeak from you. he retracts them and crosses his arms over his chest. you follow his movements as you breathe heavily, eyes round at his corded forearms.  

“p-professor, i-i don’t know what y-you’re talking about—”

“oh, but you do. i’m actually thrilled that you put my gift to good use, angel,”

he whispers, and with how quiet it is in the auditorium, he might as well have yelled because the implication of his words are ringing loudly in your ears.

like a predator, he slowly circles around you, the soles of his shoes softly clicking on the linoleum floor. you should run but it’s like your feet are cemented to the ground and all you can do is whisper in a tiny, broken voice.

“a-are you-are you going to report me?”

he raises one thick eyebrow as he stops in front of you. there’s a hint of confusion in his eyes and hope blooms in your chest and once again, you’re thankful that screenshots aren’t allowed by the website.

“you don't have solid proof that it's me,” you say with more conviction, hope brewing in your chest, but unfortunately, it quickly dies.

“that may be so, but you wouldn't want those kinds of allegations against you, no?” sakusa taunts you, his low voice suddenly appearing beside your ear.

“i could easily pass it off as an anonymous tip, they would never know it was me, their beloved professor sakusa kiyoomi.”

your breath hitches when you feel a rough and calloused hand, ghosting over your thigh underneath your skirt. sakusa smirks at your reaction, leaning closer to nibble on your earlobe.

“moreover, word will spread. people will be tempted to check your account; people you know, people that you may have been intimate with,” he continues, hot breath making you shiver.

his hand suddenly cups your mound, the heat emanating from your pussy making his cock twitch in his pants. you let out a soft cry as your body leans towards him, your chests touching.

his other hand wraps around your waist, bringing you closer to him and crushing your body against his.

“taking screenshots may not be allowed and your streams disappear, but what about the pictures and videos that you post? they will definitely recognize that sexy and provocative body anywhere.”

you want to retort but it’s like your tongue is glued to the roof of your mouth and the only time you make any kind of sound is when sakusa touches you. pathetic.

“either way, your name still gets tarnished and my reputation would be clean as a slate. i’m the professor who has a camgirl student—not the one who watches her streams every friday night.”

sakusa’s thumb reaches for your cheek and wipes a tear that unknowingly escaped your eye. your vision is getting smaller and your professor’s dark eyes are the only thing you can clearly see.

“p-please tell me...what i-i can do for y-you to not say anything,” you stutter in the softest voice, and sakusa’s eyes flash at your whiny plea.

“your begging sounds even better in real life, sweetheart,” sakusa hisses, his middle finger teasing your covered slit as you whimper against his shoulder. “i think you know what i want.”

“i’ve been paying you good money. don’t you think i deserve to get the real deal?”

you whimper as his large hand puts pressure on your shoulder.

“get on your knees. don’t keep sir waiting.”

your lower lip trembles as you lower yourself to your bare knees, face to face with the growing bulge in his slacks.

sakusa leans against his desk, hands on either side of his frame as he stares at you from under his lashes. your shaking hands fumble with his belt, the sound of metal echoing in the empty room.

“where’s the confident girl that got fucked by my toy?” sakusa tuts, tilting his head to the side as his fingers tap on the wood, feigning disappointment.

you wince, but don’t bother replying because as you pull his pants and underwear down, his cock springs free and bobs against his covered abdomen.

he wasn’t lying about the toy. it’s definitely his size and shape, but facing the real thing? it leaves your mouth dry as you try to swallow the lump in your throat.

there’s a bead of pre-cum on his tip and sakusa holds his shaft, thumb smearing it over his head. he guides his cock to your lips, dragging his length across it, leaving a wet sheen.

“open up.”

your lips part obediently as sakusa’s other hand takes hold of your hair. his thick cock slowly enters your mouth, your jaw aching as it tries to accommodate his size.

you gag when he hits the back of your throat, balls resting against your chin. his thumb caresses your cheek as he coos at you and wipes at your fresh tears.

his cock is hot and heavy in your mouth, veins dragging along the sensitive skin. not giving you enough time to adjust to his length, he pulls your head until only the tip is inside and thrusts back into your mouth.

you choke as your hands fly to his strong thighs, attempting to cry out as his hips thrust harshly, mindlessly using your mouth as a fleshlight.

“i’ve waited so long to fuck this slutty mouth—shit,” sakusa groans, throwing his head back as he bobs you on his cock.

tears mix with your saliva and drool as it coats his length, making it glide easily inside of your mouth. your throat and jaw are aching, never had you sucked a cock this thick and long in your life and yet here you are, getting used like a sex toy for your professor’s pleasure.

he’s not shy about his volume, letting out loud groans and grunts as he fucks your mouth. in your peripheral vision, you can see that the blinds on the door are closed, but anyone can walk in and see your compromising position.

“fuck, i’m going to cum,” sakusa hisses, both of his hands taking hold of your hair. you moan around his cock, the vibrations making sakusa growl as he thrusts harder as your grip on his thighs tighten.

his dark eyes find yours, searing into you with his pretty pink lips parted as his balls tighten, slapping against your chin.

“fuck, fuck, fuck!” he groans loudly, hips jerking as his cum shoots in your mouth. your whine is garbled as you forcefully swallow the viscous liquid.

sakusa’s seed is too much for you to take and some of it ends up seeping through the corners of your mouth as he slowly pulls out.

“don’t waste it, slut,” he says menacingly, and you whimper at the venom in his tone. he roughly wipes the mess around your mouth, long fingers pushing his cum between your lips.

you blink twice and next thing you know, your aching knees are relieved from the cold floor and you’re face down on his pristine desk, which is going to be ruined soon.

you can't deny that you’ve been dreaming about this for the longest time, but certainly not like this.

you’re too busy wallowing in your thoughts to realize that sakusa is flipping up your skirt, exposing your wet panties to the cold air of the room.

a loud crack rings across the room as his large hand comes down and smacks the globes of your ass. lurching forward on his desk, you yelp as the sting spreads throughout your body.

“you just sucked my cock and you’re already this wet? you really are a slut, huh?” he sneers, teeth nipping the skin of your ass before he spanks you again.

you whine as sakusa pulls your panties down your shaking legs, placing it on his desk as he spreads your cheeks, baring your pussy to his hungry eyes.

he catches you by surprise when he holds your leg, folding it as he places it on his desk. you whimper as you grip the edge of the table, embarrassed at how you’re so exposed to him.

he spits on your cunt, not giving you time to process what’s happening before his tongue licks one long and sloppy stripe on your folds.

your body instinctively jerks, crying out as you feel the warmth of his tongue against you. sakusa ignores your whines of protest as he skillfully avoids your clit, softly chuckling as you try to find the stimulation you need.

you end up moving your hips, trying to chase the movements of his tongue so it can flick against your aching clit until he abruptly pulls away, heavy hand coming down to slap your ass.

“did i tell you that you can move, hm?”

you whimper at his reprimanding tone, nails scraping on the wood when he slaps your ass again.

“a good student answers when she’s being asked,” he hisses, his hand connecting to your ass again, aching and warm from his spanks.

“n-no sir! you didn’t tell me to move!”

“exactly, but i think i’ve teased you long enough,” he hisses, finally standing up to his full height, cock hard again as he reaches out to wrap his hand on the back of your neck.  

sakusa guides his cock towards your hole, breathing heavily as he feels the heat emanating from you. you exhale noisily, wondering if his dick will feel the same as the toy. probably not, because as much as you loved it, nothing beats the warmth and throb of a real cock.

you squirm when his tip slowly breaches past your muscle, soft whines leaving your lips as he stretches you. you’re so wrong; the toy is nothing compared to him. he feels bigger, and the veins on his shaft drag deliciously against your walls.

you can’t help but clench around him, which earns you a hiss and smack, making you moan loudly. there’s a bead of sweat on sakusa’s temple trailing down his neck that disappears into his chest, a few buttons undone to show off his fair and glistening skin.

heavy pants replace his words, too drunk on the way you’re taking him. both of you moan loudly when he finally bottoms out, his tip nudging your cervix as his forehead rests on your back, scrunching his nose when he feels your shirt soaked with sweat.

“s-sir, y-you’re too big.”

sakusa smirks at the delirium in your tone, cheek squished as you turn your head back to look at him, his curls wild and shining. he pays you no mind, hands holding your hips in a bruising grip, immediately setting up a brutal but rhythmic pace.

the articles on his desk shake and fall, smashing to the ground as he fucks you, practically pushing your body into the desk. the drag of the fabric on your hardened nipples sends a delicious tingle down your spine, making you shiver.

your moans increase in volume as your cheeks flame, hearing his heavy balls slap against your clit as he pulls your hips back and forth along his throbbing cock.

the humiliation of you creaming around your professor’s cock brings tears to your eyes but it quickly gets replaced by the delicious sting of him spanking your ass, complete filth coming out of his mouth—a jarring contrast to the way he usually talks during class.

“fuck yeah, i’ve been thinking about fucking this tight little pussy for the longest time.”

what was once soft but stern is now commanding and rough. it makes your head spin, moaning his title as your pussy sucks him in. who knew your professor had a dirty mouth on him?

it turns you on, as much as you hate to admit it, but you can’t help it. he feels so good and you can’t get enough of him. your body feels the same, rising on your trembling arms as your hips roll, pushing back on his cock.

“come on, that’s a good girl. my cock’s better than the toy i gave you, hmm?” sakusa coaxes you, thrusting harder when he sees you reciprocating his movements.

“definitely worth my money,” he growls in your ear, stopping you from moving as he takes control of your body once more.

shivering at the ice in his tone, you cry out as your hands instinctively fly to the back of your head where he has a death grip on your hair, tugging at your scalp.

“sir, please! harder!”

sakusa’s eyes flash, muscles rippling and tensing at the way you beg so pathetically for him. he’s a professor, and professors always want the best for their students.

“look at you, begging for my cock like a good. little. bitch.”

he punctuates the last three words with hard thrusts, burying himself so deep in your cunt that the desk is resting against the whiteboard.

a mixture of incoherent words and broken moans fall from your lips, your head falling forward when sakusa let go of your hair to hold your bruised hips again.

“are you going to cum for me?” he leans into your ear, biting the lobe as the slapping of skin and squelching of your pussy echo throughout the empty auditorium.

“fuck, yes! g-gonna cum!”

you wail, the knot in your stomach tightening the faster and harder sakusa fucks your leaking cunt.

“yeah? then cum,” he growls, hips losing their rhythm as they jerk, cock throbbing as thick and hot spurts of his cum coat your walls.

he groans your name just as your voice shakes, whimpering his title as your trembling bodies slowly stop moving, reveling in the haze of your orgasms.

soft cries and whimpers fall from your lips, wincing when you hear your mixed juices leak out of you, staining the once pristine desk.

you crash down on the desk, body limp and cheek squished as you breathe heavily, drool seeping from your parted mouth.

sakusa groans and bites his lip as he pulls out, drops of white dripping from his cock. you whine, squirming uncomfortably when more juices leaks from your battered pussy.

you crane your neck in his direction as his shaking arm reaches for the discarded panties beside you, inspecting the soiled fabric. your eyes practically bug out of your head when you see him put your panties in front of his nose with a loud satisfied inhale.  

he grins at your dumbfounded expression when he wipes his cock with your underwear before tucking himself back into the confines of his pants, his zipper ringing loudly.

“i can’t get my slacks dirty, now can i?”

he says with a thick eyebrow raised before he pulls your leg, chuckling when he sees how much you’re still shaking.

kneeling on the floor, sakusa loops your legs through each hole, calloused hands dragging up your sweaty skin before they rest on the swells of your ass.

his large hands knead and caress the bruised skin, and he rises up to his full height as he looms over your ear.

“you’re wasting my cum by letting it fall to the floor.”

you let out a garbled sound, making him smirk as he watches you stand up straight with your knees wobbling.

he traps you between the desk and his thick frame as his hot breath ghosts the shell of your ear, biting it before he whispers in his low and husky voice, “don’t think that this is going to be a one-time thing.”

for good measure, he slaps your ass again, dark eyes gleaming when you stumble and yelp, bumping the table forward.

“i’ll see you tomorrow at my office, miss bennet.”

[6:59 PM]

[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]

JAPAN'S NATIONAL TEAM FOR MEN'S VOLLEYBALL vs THE ‘ANTI-SEX’ BEDS

a/n : because the olympics is starting soon 😳 plus i really really need to tell u guys what they think about it (ik it’s debunked but let me have my FUN)

☀︎ MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

— laughs at how the officials think the bed is the only place where you can have sex; proceeds to fuck you on it just to spite them

ATSUMU, yaku, SUNA, hoshiumi

— fucks you on the floor, chair, against the wall, in the showers, etc because “i don’t want to damage the cardboard boxes”

BOKUTO, USHIJIMA, HINATA, komori

— actually follows the ‘no sex’ rule during the olympics (but fucks you on the last day bc he misses his pussy and deserves it)

SAKUSA, aran, kageyama

[kurosukii]

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞

pairing: bokuto koutarou x f!reader

summary: sometimes your overeager puppy needs to be put in his place.

genre: smut, hybrid au

warnings: 18+. feral puppy boy bo, kinda subby and masochistic bo, panty gagging bo, kinda mean dom!reader, bondage (use of ball gag and silk ropes), overstimulation, begging, slight pussyjob, fleshlight usage, mentions of somnophilia and thigh-fucking, spitting, creampie, cumplay, riding, mating press, vv messy cause puppy bo has so much cum and drool, you and bo kind of switch roles at the end

word count: 3.3k

author’s note: happy birthday to the love of my life <3 the man that i feel safest with and has the fattest and biggest breeder balls in haikyuu. i luv you, this goes out to you, baby boo. <3 (also my first attempt at dom f!reader omg)

no beta we fall like heroes and i finished this today hhh

[2:23 PM]

there are two things that your puppy hates the most in the world—getting punished and fucking anything that isn’t your pussy.

of course, you leaving him alone in the apartment is the third thing, but that’s nothing a few (a lot) dirty clothes and panties in the hamper can’t fix.

no, one of the things bokuto’s puppy brain can’t handle is watching the disappointment in your eyes as you scold him for ruining half of your closet with his cum. i can’t help it, i just miss you so much is what he would always say before he grovels at your feet.

his lips would jut out in a pout, lower lip quivering as he whines and nudges his mess of a grey and black head on your stomach, his gold eyes glossy with unshed tears as he murmurs, won’t do it again, i promise.

you always end up sighing heavily, your hand rubbing his floppy ears as his keen nose sniffs your crotch, his thick tail thudding on the floor showing his excitement at your softening stance.

because no matter what bokuto does, you’ll never stay mad at him for long. he’s just too cute, and you know that he doesn’t have any malicious intentions. after all, he cares about you and only you (and a couple of head pats and ear rubs of course).

truthfully, you’d be saving your breath if you didn’t scold him anymore because his promises are almost always empty. he’d soil your wardrobe with buckets of his cum again and again, and he’ll pull the ever irresistible puppy pout and you’ll just begrudgingly let him off the hook again.

but sometimes, sometimes, bokuto needs to be taught a lesson. reprimanding your puppy with words isn’t enough, so you resort to teaching him a lesson the only way he knows, the only way he will fully understand.

“i don’t think you’ve learned your lesson at all, bo.”

a series of loud and pained whines ring in your ears amidst all the haze and slick sounds of your puppy’s cock meeting the overused toy. bokuto is a mouthy puppy and you’d be hearing his complaints and begging if it weren’t for the ball gag that’s strapped between his rosy lips.

his thighs are taut with tension, fighting so hard not to thrust his hips towards the fleshlight you’re punishing him with. it’s wrong! bokuto shouts indignantly in his head. fucking anything that isn’t your pussy and enjoying it is practically criminal in his eyes.

but what can he do? he disappointed his favorite person in the entire world and he didn’t get away with it this time, much to his chagrin. instead, both of his wrists are tied to the headboard and he can feel the drool from his mouth seeping through the sides, dripping on his chest and abs.

to his puppy brain, this is the ultimate form of torture.

bokuto’s ears are flat on his head, droplets of sweat and tears mixing together as you rapidly stroke his cock with the toy. his gold eyes are wide and round, practically begging you to stop what you’re doing and give him real relief.

his watery eyes tug at your heartstrings and you stop your movements, feeling the way he cries out and sags against the headboard when you pull the fleshlight from his cock with a loud pop as you watch in amazement at the thick rivulets of his cum dripping from the toy’s hole.

your hands make way to the back of his head to unstrap the gag, carelessly throwing it on the other side of the bed. he’s drooling everywhere and he’s tripping over his words, barely coherent but through all the garbled words and incessant whines, you know he’s begging you to let him fuck your pussy.

you take the fleshlight in your hands, waving it in front of your puppy’s face as you jut out your lower lip, mirroring his pleading expression—only yours has malice in it and you’re doing it to mock him.

“you like this toy, bo?” you ask him, your voice sickeningly sweet as strings of his cum land on his heaving stomach.

“no! i hate it!” he cries indignantly, squeezing his eyes shut as he pouts heavily. “then why did you cum so much?”

bokuto’s golden eyes shoot open as he growls, then whimpers at the heat of your narrowed eyes and sharp stare, shaking his head vigorously to the side as his ears flop around his head.

“only your cunt can milk me,” he whines, his hips jerking against the stuffy air. “please, i wanna drown in your pussy, please.”

the wood is creaking loudly against the strength of him tugging at his restraints while his squished tail jerks wildly behind him, wincing at how long he’s been sitting on your bed. you know he can break free from the silk ropes any time, especially with his inhuman strength.

but deep down bokuto knows that his punishment will be even more severe if he disappoints you further. if anyone were to see him right now, they’d think he’s being held against his will, but they don’t know better. they don’t know that your big puppy secretly likes being treated like this because, in the end, you’ll always indulge him.

his face is messy with tears and drool, streaks of it staining his angular face as he pleads for you to let him touch you. the expression in his eyes resembles a kicked puppy—but your bo has always had the flair for the dramatics. actually, it's dramatic to you but it means everything to his cute puppy brain.

“please, please. need your pussy so bad!” he cries, his naked and flushed body shaking in impatience. his cock is still hard and leaking, his balls heavy with the cum he’s still storing for you.

you click your tongue, slightly pinching his muscled thigh to quiet him down but your touch on his sensitive skin only makes him moan, his hips jerking towards your hand as more white strings dribble from his slit.

“i didn’t give you permission to fuck my thighs while i was sleeping and yet you did it anyway.”

“but—”

“but nothing,” you hiss, holding his jaw with one hand and squishing his cheeks. he whimpers at your tone, your eyes boring into his while he blinks slowly, lips quivering and golden eyes even glossier at the annoyance radiating off of you.

even though you’re scolding him, the feeling of your warm fingers on his face is a reprieve from the cold and lifeless toy so he can’t help the way his cock twitches again at the feel of your hand on him, making him whine and hips involuntarily thrusting against the air.

you would've let it slide—just like you always do—if it weren't for the fact that you explicitly told him, no funny business while i’m sleeping, okay? because you had an important presentation at work the next day and you needed a full eight hours of sleep.

but no, you groggily woke up to him groaning with his cock peeking between your thighs, feeling the warmth of his cum dripping on your shorts as he rutted through the glistening skin.

it’s safe to say that he didn’t let you go back to sleep when he noticed that you were awake, and you swear that no matter how many times you cleaned yourself up, his cum was still dripping out of your cunt and messing up your skirt at work.

“i’m just giving you what you want, puppy. i’m giving you the orgasms that you want so badly.”

he hiccups at your menacing tone, his sore wrists aching as much as his balls, bumping his head on the headboard as more tears run down his cheeks at the painful throbbing of his cock. no matter how many times he came in the toy, it’s just not enough.

it can't empty his balls like your pussy can, it's not as wet, and it's not as warm. nothing in this world can milk his cock for all its worth like you can.

meanwhile on your end, you’re astounded that his balls are still so fat and heavy. you still can’t get around the fact that your puppy can literally cum bucket loads.

not to mention, the fact that he's whimpering and shaking while the angry redness of his cock is practically begging you to pay attention to it just proves that he can give you so much more than what he was giving the toy.

you tilt your head to the side as you bite your lip, contemplating on finally giving the true relief that your puppy needs. he’s been begging pathetically for the past hour so, surely he’s learned his lesson by now, despite you saying that he hasn’t.

“do you even still have any cum left for—”

“always! a-always have cum f-for y-you…”

his pout and large teary eyes tug at your heart, your expression softening when he leans forward as he uncharacteristically gives you chaste kisses and light nips on your lower lip. his body is practically vibrating with impatience and anticipation, his ears straightening on his head as his squished tail squirms behind him.

his abs and thighs are stained with streaks of white, his cum drying up and flaking on it. the fleshlight is long forgotten, strings of his release dripping from the abused hole while the two of you are moaning into each other’s mouths as he sloppily licks your lips.

his arms are starting to become numb from being tied up for so long but he doesn’t pay it any mind because he’s busy slobbering all over you, sucking your tongue into his mouth as you finally straddle him. the feel of your soft lingerie-clad body on his muscular and toned form makes him shiver and groan in delight at the feeling of your weight on him.

like the caregiver you are, you concede to your puppy’s wishes and grind on his leaking cock through the thin fabric of your panties. bokuto lets out a whine, more relieved and less pained as he watches you remove them, his eyes widening and tongue lolling out as he watches a thin string connecting your pussy to your panties.

“you want this, puppy?” you whisper sultrily, bunching the cloth in your hand as he nods vigorously, clicking his tongue while his gold eyes watch the small and flimsy fabric dangle in front of his face.

you wipe the mess on his face, giggling when he leans into your touch. you boop his nose with two fingers before sliding it down to his plump lips, rubbing the plush skin as you slip them inside his mouth, moaning softly when he obediently sucks on them.

your bare cunt continues to grind on his shaft, his ears drooping as he moans around your fingers while he rolls his hips, his cock sliding between your wet folds. the bed creaks with the intensity of you humping him, his moans spurring you on while his saliva drips down his chin.

deciding that you’ve teased him enough, you pull your fingers out of his mouth, causing bokuto to whimper at the loss. you coo at him, voice placating while you gently pull his chin down, signaling him to stick out his tongue.

you praise him for being such a good boy, making him shiver while his hooded eyes watch your every move as he waits for you. you spit on his tongue and his entire body shudders from the lewd but welcome action. before he can swallow your spit, you swiftly put the rumpled panties inside his mouth and he moans so loudly that it makes you tremble, his eyes visibly rolling to the back of his head.

giggling at his reaction, you kiss his nose as you position yourself, hovering over him while he gathers every ounce of his strength to not thrust his hips upward. you place one hand on his shoulder while the other, the two fingers he was sucking on earlier, spreads your folds as you slowly sink down on his pulsing cock.

his growl vibrates in your ears at finally being enveloped in your cunt, your hips jerking when he pulses inside of you. the animal in his dna rushes through him, the primal instinct to fuck his chosen mate is taking over. the last vestiges of his barely present control finally snap and he plants his feet on the bed as he starts rutting into you with strength and force that immediately has you seeing stars.

the bed shakes from his weight and thrusts as you moan and cry out praises for him. your arms wrap around his thick neck as he nuzzles his face in the junction of your throat while he lets out a mix of growls and whines.

“good boy, bo. good boy, your puppy cock is made just for me, right?” you moan into his hair, your eyes fluttering at the drag of his veiny cock against your walls. he nods fervently, rubbing his sweaty face on the column of your neck while his affirmations are muffled by your panties.

your fingers shakily tug at the silk ropes secured around his wrists and in his puppy mind, it means he’s finally allowed to touch you. in the midst of your pleasured cries and slapping of skin, you hear the sound of fabric tearing.

bokuto rips them off effortlessly and through his moans and growls, he flips your bodies and you find your back on the bed as he haphazardly throws your legs over his shoulders, crushing his body against yours, all the while not stopping his harsh and heavy thrusts.

the ache in your thighs from being put in such a position isn’t new but you can’t deny that you’ll never get used to the way bokuto easily folds you in half so he could be closer to you, fuck his cock deeper into your cunt.

“mine, mine, my pussy. s-so tight, warm, wet,” he says in a guttural moan, half of the words muffled as your panties dangle out of his mouth.

he roughly pounds you into the mattress, clearly making up for lost time. the volume of your whimpers rivals his as you pull your panties off your face and grip his shoulders, your nails leaving red crescents on his tan skin.

“don’t keep my pussy away from me ever again,” he growls against your lips before shoving his tongue in your mouth, licking your teeth as he slobbers all over you. your foreheads touch while you moan and cry into his mouth, your eyes crossing from the pounding your pussy is taking.

the sound of his balls slapping heavily on your ass is practically deafening and your thighs ache from being pressed so close to your chest. bokuto pulls away from your mouth with a groan as he lifts himself off your body, intently watching the way your covered tits bounce from his thrusts.

he only keeps that position for a few minutes before he lowers himself again, this time nuzzling your cheek with his as he alternates between licking and nibbling your ear, his floppy ears tickling your face while his tail rapidly sways behind him, showing his excitement and pleasure at finally being inside you.

it’s nothing new, but the way your mixed fluids leak from your pussy, coating his cock in a creamy white while it drips down his balls and your ass still gets you embarrassed. but evidently, it’s so fucking hot, the way you and your puppy always have messy and sticky sex.

you don’t hear any more words and barely coherent sentences from him because he resorted to just growling and whining. the human part of his brain is turned off as the only thing swimming in his mind is fucking you silly and covering your body with his cum.

as if the two of you aren’t close enough with the way he has you folded in half, he takes hold of your hips with one hand, the other supporting himself as he practically squats on the bed, and lifts your lower half off the sheets as he pushes your pliant body towards his pelvis.

his inhuman strength allows him to keep your lower back off the bed, so you could be in sync with his movements as he makes you meet his every thrust. he’s fucking you so deeply and harshly that you’re sure you’re going to have bruises inside your cunt.

your fingers grip the sheets so tightly that the skin of your knuckles is stretched as you let your puppy use you like his personal fleshlight. his tail twitches with every deep thrust he makes, the tip of his cock kissing the entrance to your cervix.

your eyes are cloudy and dizzy, tongue lolling out as your toes curl from your impending orgasm. it doesn’t help that his toned and ridged pelvis keeps rubbing against your clit as he thrusts back into you.

“p-puppy, gonna cum! ‘m so close, puppy. m-make me cum, yeah? w-want me to cream all o-over your cock,” you babble, clenching and unclenching your pussy around him. bokuto moans your name, his eyes crossed as his thrusts become even sloppier and erratic as the squelch of him meeting your creamy cunt sends him into overdrive.

“oh my god, bo! right there-fuck yes!” you scream, body convulsing as his cock hits your sweet spot at the right time. the feeling of your cunt pulsing around him makes bokuto’s hips stutter as he shouts your name, his own sweaty body shaking from his first real orgasm of the day.

he crashes on top of you, his lips parted as strings of spit and saliva coat your lips, golden eyes hazy as his hips jerk in quick thrusts. he lets you milk him dry and he moans at the heat and thickness of his cum coating your stretched walls, infinitely times better than the toy you subjected him to earlier.

you whine at the rivulets of cum seeping from your hole, face heating up at the wet popping sound you hear when your puppy pulls out and lifts himself off of your heaving chest. he makes a distressed sound when he sees his cum leaking out of your pussy, immediately pushing it back inside with shaky fingers as you whine and weakly swat away his fingers.

“don’t wanna let it go to waste!” bokuto whines childishly before licking your lips and planting a sloppy kiss. you blow him a raspberry and expect to feel him curl up against your side, nuzzling his face on your tits, his tail tapping a neat rhythm as both of you drift into a post-sex nap but he only makes you rest for a few seconds before you yelp as he flips you on your stomach.

bokuto raises your hips so you’re presented to him the way he likes, the way you’re supposed to be fucked, and doesn’t give you any warning before plunging his cock back into you. the wet sound his cock makes as he nestles inside your pussy is so loud that it embarrasses you but you don’t have time to comment because he’s already pounding you, his hips slapping against your bouncing ass.

he’s still as hard as ever, balls still heavy as they smack against your clit and you dreadfully realize that instead of you instilling the lesson of heeding and respecting your words into his puppy brain, you ended up getting fucked to the brim with his cum.

but you can’t find it in yourself to complain because he’s fucking you so well, his cock splitting your pussy again and again. you’re just as bad as him when it comes to it, to be honest. because now it seems like the tables have turned and you’re the one receiving the punishment.

“gotta make it up to me, baby. wasted so much cum on that toy when it could’ve been my cute pussy taking it all…”

[4:32 PM]

[kurosukii]

𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x f!reader

summary: having an internship in the promotions division of japan’s volleyball association is hectic, but your cat-eyed and mischievous boss makes it worth it.

genre: smut, timeskip au

warnings: 18+. dubcon, abuse of authority, age gap, sleazy kuroo (he says ‘pop your cherry’ PLS), coercion, corruption, virginity loss, pet names (kitten), mentions of drug/alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, slight pussy job, praise, biting, nipple play, fingering, creampie, cumplay

word count: 3.6k

author’s note: for yuli babe’s @anime-nymph firsts collab! thanks for letting me join! i missed writing for my first boyfriend hehe <3 (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI) @hqintheclub

no beta we fall like heroes LMAO

[9:25 AM]

they were right when they said you’ll experience a lot of ‘firsts’ in college (if you hadn’t experienced it in high school). the first hit of the joint, first shot of vodka, first heartbreak, first time having sex.

and yet here you are in your last year of college, cherry still intact and pristine. you’ve done all the other stuff a college student would have done, except for the sexual exploits.

but who could blame you? the sexual experiences—which are closer to horror stories—that your friends tell you is enough for you to lock your pussy in a chastity belt forever.

college boys are not it, you decided. luckily, you weren't victimized by their cheap colognes and even cheaper pick-up lines, you had your hands and trusty vibrator after all.

being swamped with final projects and applications for internships was also a good distraction. you weren’t expecting much eye candy anyway, and you doubt that there would be a man who would ignite the ‘flames of desire’, as your friends so eloquently put it, in you.

as it turns out, you were so wrong.

“see me in my office in five minutes. i’d like to discuss something with you.”

the clicking of your fingers on the keyboard stops as your eyes slowly look up from the monitor towards the smirking man standing before you.

kuroo tetsurou was nothing you imagined your boss to be like. when you applied as an intern, you expected a man with a beer gut accompanied by an airy attitude of a has-been or a sulking man who didn’t get drafted, effectively ruining his dreams of being a professional athlete.

but no, the heavens just had to grace you with an attractive, well-groomed, and hulking 6’5 of a man who just happened to be your boss; a man who also has the power to decide if you’re eligible for graduating.

seeing him was the first time you felt the desire stirring in your gut, squirming uncomfortably in your pencil skirt whenever the smoky scent of his aftershave would waft around the office.

kuroo clears his throat, one eyebrow raising as his lips stretch into a thin line at your lack of response. he fiddles with the lapels of his suit jacket, silently watching you underneath his lashes as you scramble for a reply.

“y-yes, kuroo-san! i’ll s-see you in a while!” you reply, voice shaking as your body heats up from his honey gaze. kuroo’s smirk grows wider, winking at you before he stalks off to his office, nodding at the other interns and employees watching the exchange.

as soon as the double doors to his office close, the clicking of keys resumes, along with shameless whispers of what the boss would want to discuss with you.

what did he want to discuss with you?

five minutes pass and you begin the dreaded walk to his office, not minding the whispers and barely hidden envy of your colleagues.

your mind racks up all the possible topics of discussion: you filed the reports assigned to you, personally delivered the memos to—

“come in.”

huh, guess you knocked on the smooth wood of the door amidst your ramblings. you take a deep breath and turn the knob, hearing his cheery voice as you enter his spacious and sleek office.

years and years of service to the association has clearly benefited him, looking like a ceo with all the monochrome colors accentuated by streaks of red furniture and decorations.

he rises from his luxurious chair, suit jacket draped over the back of it as he gestures for you to take a seat on the plush, blood red couch. you definitely don’t miss the way his tanned and muscular forearms contrast nicely against the white fabric of his dress shirt.

your heart’s thudding harshly in your chest as your nervousness begins to plague you, will he reprimand you? you’ve done all your tasks diligently and efficiently, surely he’s not the cliché nice on the outside, terrible on the inside kind of boss, is he?

“relax, i’m not here to scold you or anything,” he chuckles, joining you on the couch. he’s a little too close for comfort but you don’t mind, his warmth is a comforting presence in the fast-paced environment you find yourself in.

“you’re here because i’d like to reward you.”

you’re thankful that you were only reaching for the glass of water he was offering you, because you would’ve done a spit take if you had taken a sip. kuroo laughs at your reaction, gold eyes twinkling in amusement.

“my bad, didn’t realize that it would sound inappropriate,” he says, but he doesn’t look sorry at all. in fact, his eyes suddenly have a hidden gleam to them. “but i’m serious, you’re doing a good job. my best intern, to be frank.”

his praise at your stellar performance goes straight to your core, making your thighs subtly rub together to alleviate the growing discomfort between your legs. but nothing passes kuroo’s sharp gaze—he has you, a sweet inexperienced intern,  wrapped around his finger, softly purring like a feline basking in the warm sun.

his voice becomes huskier as his large hand rests on your exposed thigh, the warmth from his palm making your stomach flutter with desire.

this is wrong, you think but make no move to stop him from leaning closer, his scent invading your senses as his hot breath ghosts over the sensitive skin of your neck. your eyes threaten to close, almost giving in to the slow and gentle rubbing of his hand until you feel his teeth nibble on the column of your throat.

“kuroo-san, i—” you protest, attempting to remove his hand from your thigh but his grip only tightens, stopping you mid-sentence as his other hand cups your cheek and softly caresses it with his thumb.

“shh, call me tetsu when we’re alone, kitten.”

his soft whisper against your neck, along with the new pet name, makes your eyes grow wide as alarm bells ring in your head with the situation taking an unexpected turn.

you can’t help but shiver though, the low timbre of his voice sending tingles all throughout your body as he continues to mark and kiss your neck. no, you have to get yourself under control, you have to strengthen your resolve.

he’s your boss for christ’s sake, someone old enough to be your uncle—a hot uncle. but still, he should know better.

“t-this is unprofessional, kuroo-san. i will—” you squeak, but you’re quickly silenced by kuroo rubbing your lower lip sensually with his thumb. “you’ll what? tattle on me? don’t think you actually want to, kitten.”

“you clearly like this,” he whispers sultrily, emphasizing his point when his hands and lips lazily drag across your supple skin. “you like it when i rub your thighs, nip at your pretty neck…”

“you’re melting in my arms, my sweet girl.”

his skilled seduction breaks your resolve, warm lips and soft fingertips earning a desperate moan out of your throat. you feel lightheaded, the air in the room becoming stuffy as you breathe heavily.

kuroo smirks at your burning cheeks and heaving chest, satisfied with how desperate and wanton you look. he doesn’t waste a second in claiming your lips, smirking at your surprised squeal.

your eyes close on their own accord as kuroo expertly maneuvers your body, pushing you until you’re lying on the lush cushions of the sofa. muffled moans and pants leave you as you tug on his messy black hair, kissing him like a starved woman—which you most definitely are.

he becomes even more shameless as he grinds on you, hard cock digging into your covered pussy as you kiss each other sloppily, spit and saliva mixing. kuroo matches your pleased sounds with his own, low groans leaving him as his touch ignites tingles on every part of your body.

he tastes sweet, like bubblegum candy, but you don’t have more time to appreciate it because his hands are slipping under your skirt, bunching them up to your waist as he reveals your damp panties to his hungry gaze.

planting one last kiss on your mouth, kuroo pulls away as his hands slowly drop from your waist down to your thighs, spreading them wide as if he’s presenting you like a gift before him. eyes glazing over, he boldly stares at the wet patch on the thin fabric that perfectly outlines your folds.

kuroo licks his lips slowly, making you shiver at how predatory he looks. like a frightened kitten, you whimper and squirm. your movements make kuroo groan when he notices fresh slick gushing out of your cunt.

“won’t you let me touch your pretty pussy?”

you immediately gasp at the crude words coming out of his mouth, eyes fluttering at the vision of his fingers driving deep in your cunt. kuroo chuckles at your reaction, making you sport a doe-eyed expression, pupils blown wide with unbridled desire at the picture it paints in your head.

nodding vigorously, you bite your lower lip as his fingers reach out to rub your slit through your panties. to hell with this being unethical, you think but your train of thought gets interrupted when you moan at his warm touch, throwing your head back on the sofa.

the realization that he'll be the first man who’s going to touch you so intimately dawns on you like a bucket of ice-cold water, but it's not like you’re complaining—he clearly knows what he’s doing.

so you let him take the lead, leaving him to draw lazy circles on your clothed clit. deciding that he’s teased you enough, kuroo swiftly pulls your panties to the side and starts touching your bare skin. you cry out at the new sensation, his thumb steadily drawing circles on your clit as you whine and squirm under his touch.

kuroo is entranced—he’s never encountered a woman who’s as responsive as you. you’re a hot mess, nipples clearly poking through your blouse, lips swollen from the kissing, and wide eyes just begging to be touched, to be filled.

the idea of you being inexperienced has definitely crossed his mind and judging by your reaction, he’s near to confirming his suspicions. his dirty thoughts of you make his cock throb; you’re a sweet intern, not knowing that she’s entered the lion’s den.

kuroo shakes his head, knowing that he stalled long enough. without warning, he inserts two fingers into your quivering cunt, making you moan loudly and shout his name.

“tetsu—!” you whine as both of your hands scramble to hold his forearms. he gives an experimental roll of his wrist, eliciting more cries from you. kuroo’s cock twitches in his pants. “oh? so you like that? you’re so damn tight, kitten. mind showing me how you play with this cute little cunt?”

his fingers are thicker and longer than yours, reaching far deeper than you could ever go. he’s definitely more skilled too, unlike your shy and fumbling fingers.

but who are you to resist the boss’s orders?

you give an ample squeeze to his forearms, your hips rolling on their own volition. clearly, your body is more adept at searching for pleasure than your mind. so you sigh and close your eyes, succumbing to him.

“c-curl your f-fingers, please,” you request after a few moments. “like this?” kuroo asks, eyes flashing when you jerk and moan loudly. you instinctively squeeze around his digits, feeling them curl inside your wet walls.

your grip tightens on his forearms as you follow the motions of his fingers, hips rolling and jerking as your toes curl in your heels.

“yeah, just like that. fuck my fingers, kitten. shit, you’re so beautiful.”

you keen at his praise, moaning loudly when kuroo reaches for your blouse, tearing the fabric and making the buttons fly everywhere to reveal your bra-clad breasts.

“you expect me to resist a sweet young thing like you? tsk, i’m only a man,” he whispers, leaning down to your ear as he fucks you with his fingers. his other hand pulls down the cups of your bra, revealing your hardened nipples to his predatory gaze.

loud squelching noises accompany your pleasured moans and squirming. kuroo’s warm and large calloused hand feels so hot on your tits, his skilled fingers twisting and rubbing your sensitive nipples.

you can feel the juices sliding down your ass, ruining his once pristine couch. your legs begin to tremble as you feel the tell-tale sign of your incoming orgasm.

your toes curl in your heels, mindlessly chanting kuroo’s name as your eyes well up with tears, body overwhelmed by the pleasure you’re receiving.

if this is how you’re reacting to his fingers, then you can't even begin to imagine what it would be like if his cock is the one plunging in and out of you.

“t-tetsu, f-fuck, i’m gonna cum—!” you wail, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you cum with a loud cry of his name. your feet are practically cramping in your heels, legs trembling as the powerful orgasm courses through your body.

kuroo groans at your fluttering cunt, wet walls sucking his fingers in as you desperately try to come down from your high.

“strutting around in your tight little skirt just makes me want to have a taste.”

he hisses, pulling his dripping fingers out as he puts them in his mouth, eyes closing as he groans at your taste spreading on his tongue. he makes quick work of his pants, tugging his underwear down until his cock springs free. it bobs against his abs and your eyes widen at his length and girth.

you’re not backing out, no, you’re far too excited and ready to have him, but he’s just so...big.

“i-i’m a virgin, tetsu…” you say nervously, biting your lip as your fingers fiddle with your rumpled skirt. his dick twitches as his eyes practically glow with hunger. he’ll be the first man to ruin you? fuck your slick and warm pussy?

“fuck, kitten. my cock will be the only thing you’ll ever want after i’m done with you.”

kuroo says, his voice strained as his wet fingers stroke his cock until more beads of pre-cum falls from his slit. he was right, you’re as inexperienced as they come and he can’t wait to fuck you.

“you want me to pop your cherry, hm?” he coos, knuckles nuzzling against your cheek. your throat bobs as you try to ease the lump that’s stuck in it, the words he said are crude but you can’t help but shiver at what's about to happen.

you look up at him with a pleading expression on your face, cheeks burning with a thin sheen of sweat as kuroo’s body looms over you. the heat from his cock makes you squirm in anticipation, your small whimpers filling his office.

your breath catches in your throat when you feel the weight of his length rub between your folds. a loud whine escapes from you when the tip of his cock nudges against your clit, kuroo’s hold on his shaft tightening the more he rubs himself between your lower lips.

“just a little more, kitten—god damn,” he chokes out, teeth biting his lip as he suppresses the urge to hastily thrust inside your virgin cunt. you’re so wet and warm, making him sigh dreamily at the slick that’s coating his shaft.

just like when he fingered you, kuroo doesn’t give any warning when his cock hovers over your pussy as his large hand guides himself, breaching past the tight ring of muscle. your hands immediately scramble to grip something, anything, just so you can have an anchor for suddenly taking him.

your hand squeezes the cushions of the sofa while the other holds the back of your knee, spreading you open for him. your whimpers and moans reach kuroo’s ears, making his eyes flutter as half of his cock rests snugly inside of you.

the stretch stings, but it's quickly soothed when kuroo’s thumb presses on your clit. he draws lazy circles on the bud, making you gush out more juices to ease his entrance. your bare chest heaves at the added stimulation, causing your breasts to sway slightly.

you’re so tight that it’s actually making him dizzy and see stars. kuroo exhales heavily, willing himself not to prematurely blow his load into you like a teenage boy, especially when only half of his length is inside your cunt.

your lower lip is so swollen with how much you’re biting it; your eyes are hazy and foggy as the feeling of him stretching you is the sole thing in your mind.

only when the entire length of his cock bottoms inside of you does he allow himself to make a sound—and he sounds so sexy.

kuroo moans, biting his lip as he hangs his head down, honey gaze watching your glossy eyes, breasts rising and falling as you breathe heavily from having something so big inside of you.

this is nothing compared to your fingers and the vibrators you’re accustomed to. this one is hot and heavy and pulsing, riddled with veins that deliciously throb against your walls.

kuroo starts to move, eliciting pleasured cries from both of you. fuck, he needs to get his shit together before he embarrasses himself.

he slowly pulls out until only his tip remains inside, giving you a few seconds of reprieve before he quickly thrusts back in. his bright eyes go round at the way you and your tits jolt, your mouth forming into the perfect ‘o’ when you moan at his thrust.

kuroo instantly finds himself addicted. the heat finally gets to him and he frantically pries open his dress shirt until the buttons pop off with the strain, revealing his chiseled abs glistening with sweat.

his hands hold your waist, lifting your ass off the couch as he rests you on his lap before resuming his quick and deep thrusts. the new angle hits your sweet spot directly and you’re instantly reduced to a moaning and whimpering mess.

you cup your bouncing tits, your fingers pinching and tweaking your nipples as your moans turn broken from kuroo’s thrusts. muttered and incoherent words fall from your lips as his balls smack against your ass, the loud slaps of skin meeting skin echoing in the office.

the both of you are a sight to behold—your blouse unbuttoned, kuroo’s abs clenching as he thrusts inside of you, your tits bouncing with every powerful movement he makes.

it’s a scene taken directly out of a porno and you would definitely be embarrassed at how cliché it is, how easy you were if it weren’t for the expert movements of kuroo’s hips and witty tongue dishing out dirty remarks that have your cheeks flaming.

you can't think of anything else but the feeling of his cock driving into you again and again, along with his hands that are simultaneously gripping your hips and tweaking one of your nipples, you’re a goner.

“want me to go faster? harder?” he grunts, not waiting for your reply as the strength of his thrusts increase, his abs clenching from how tightly you’re squeezing him. “fuck i can do this all day.”

“w-where should i—shit, you’re so tight—fuck you next, huh?” he stutters, thoughts of you having sex on table, chair, against the wall, and any other solid surface has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

just like him, you can’t resist temptation. you’d let him fuck you anywhere he wants to.

“fuck, i’m close,” he growls, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he feels his balls tighten, preparing for his impending release. his grip on your waist tightens while his hand on your nipples travel down your body, until he’s playing with your pulsing clit once more.

“m-me too, tetsu, oh my god,” you wail, legs trembling as your back arches, allowing his cock to rub against your sweet spot perfectly. your hands find purchase on the back of your thighs, having the unobscured view of kuroo’s pelvis bumping into you.

“where do you want my cum, kitten?”

“i-inside m-me please!” you cry loudly, legs wrapping around his waist as you pull him further into you. you’re on birth control anyway and you don't want to be separated—not even for a bit because he feels so good.

kuroo’s loud groan of your name followed by the thick and hot ropes of cum spilling into you triggers your orgasm as well. high pitched whines of his name coming from your throat as your nails scratch his forearms, pussy fluttering around his cock as your cum mixes with his.

the soft thrusts of his hips make your mixed juices spill out of you, dribbling along the crevice of your ass as it drips on the sofa below you. kuroo hisses, large hands squeezing your waist as he empties the remnants of his load inside your overflowing pussy.

his chest heaves with every exhale he makes. the exhaustion finally catches up to him, causing him to crouch over you and make you squeak at his weight. he chuckles weakly, supporting himself with his shaking arms as he messily kisses you.

“your pussy’s the tightest i’ve ever fucked, baby.”

his husky voice whispers against you, tongue slipping out to boldly lick your swollen lips. his dick jerks and you squeak when you realize he’s still inside of you.

you’re about to tell him to pull out but a timid knock rings through the room, making you immediately remember where you are.

a panicked expression replaces the blissful one, your hooded eyes instantly widening, but kuroo doesn't pay it any mind, opting to bite your lower lip and dragging it out until he lets the sensitive skin go.

he lifts himself up for a bit so his hand can reach your mouth, his thumb rubbing the area he just bit as he smirks at the dumbfounded expression on your sweaty face.

“i’m going to have to make it a habit of rewarding you, kitten.”

[10:07 AM]

[kurosukii]

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x f!reader

summary: your world turns upside down when you and your boyfriend get kidnapped in the dead of the night by japan’s leading mafia, and to your horror, it seems like their boss has taken a liking to you.

genre: smut, mafia au

warnings: 18+. noncon/dubcon, cnc, violence, gunplay, manipulation, mentions of blood, kidnapping, cheating (not on any hq character), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, exhibitionism, voyeurism, choking, biting, nipple play, hair pulling, spanking, daddy kink, dacryphilia, degradation, fingering, pussy slaps, creampie, cumplay, doggy style

word count: 4.1k

author's note: for @inarizahki mafia collab! thanks for letting me join! (yeeaahh mind the warnings y'all PLS) (let me know if i missed some!) (MINORS DNI) @hqintheclub

º thank you @vanille--kiss for beta-ing this mwah <33

[1:32 AM]

never in your life did you imagine your soft spoken and golden retriever of a boyfriend to get involved with very intimidating, heavily-tattooed, and gun-bearing men in all black suits.

and never in your life did you ever imagine sitting on the lap of a green-eyed mafia boss with the remains of your panties discarded on the black hardwood floor.

shaking like a leaf, scared whimpers leave your lips as fat tears roll down your warm cheeks. your fingers squeeze the armrest of the spacious throne-like chair as you attempt to break free from the ropes around your wrists and ankles.

it just so happens that the ropes are inconveniently tied to the legs of the chair, rendering your attempt at freeing yourself futile.

you feel the rumble of your captor’s chest, deep chuckles reverberating down your spine as his large hand lifts your tattered skirt up to your waist, baring your cunt for all the men in the room to see, including your beaten up boyfriend who’s bound to a chair.

you whimper when the men in the room wolf whistle and jeer, making comments about your dripping pussy, about how you’re soaking their boss’s lap, and if they can have a go at you.

the last comment makes the man behind you scowl menacingly and they immediately shut their mouths, leaving you and your boyfriend to be the only ones breaking the tense silence in what seemed to be their lounge room—you with your whimpering and your so-called-boyfriend’s heavy breathing.

“you’re such a fucking crybaby. shut up before i actually give you something to cry about.”

the harsh tone of their boss makes you wince and it only serves to make you cry even more, terror coursing through your body as you involuntarily disobeying his command.

iwaizumi hajime. the man your boyfriend is indebted to. you’ve always wondered how your boyfriend was able to afford such a lifestyle with his meager salary.

every time you asked him, he would be tight-lipped about it and immediately change the subject, acting like he didn’t even hear your question.

well, now you know why it was such a secret.

this man, this hauntingly beautiful man—as much as you absolutely hate to admit it—apparently owns pretty much half of japan. from what you had gathered on the less than pleasant ride on the way here, he’s untouchable, the law having no bearing on him and his underground organization.

if you were to use an analogy, then iwaizumi is the devil and your boyfriend is the naïve and foolish human being. didn’t he know that the devil would eventually come and collect his payment?

“i think you should play with her more, boss,” his right hand man hisses, brown eyes gleaming with malice as he nods to the gun resting inside the holster on iwaizumi’s waist.

iwaizumi’s lips stretch into a cruel smirk and although you can’t see him, you know he’s agreeing with whatever the man said. your shivering doesn’t stop, in fact it only increases when you feel two thick fingers slide inside your mouth, roughly pushing down on your tongue as your cries become muffled.

“good thinking, oikawa,” iwaizumi agrees, raspy voice tingling against your ear as you squirm around his lap. you stop when he growls, feeling a heavy and hard lump poke against your ass.

your boyfriend’s too incapacitated to even breathe out words. the sadistic men beat him to a pulp until he was bruised and broken, leaving just one eye that wasn’t swollen shut only so he could watch their boss toy with you.

he’s a sorry sight, right eye swollen shut as his mouth is covered with duct tape. bruises litter his body as his chest staggers from his heavy breaths, rendering him useless in saving you. as if he even could.

iwaizumi’s fingers leave your mouth and find your abused clit, rubbing it as you cry out, tasting the salt from your tears as you try to get away from the stimulation. his free hand fumbles with the holster on his belt, unclipping his gun from the leather.

iwaizumi grunts, slapping your pussy with more force than necessary. you let out a pained whimper, begging him to stop as loud smacks float around the room while his men look on with smirks and bared teeth, some even laughing at your pathetic cries.

“stop moving around, bitch,” he hisses, cold green eyes flashing at your disobedience. you follow him, whimpering quietly as you let him have his way with your body.

his fingers go back to playing with your cunt, and you’re truly ashamed at how your body is so responsive to his touches, like he knows your body like he knows the back of his hand. your skin crawls even more when the sounds of your slick meeting his digits reach your ears, making you bite your lip as you try to muffle your moans.

iwaizumi grips the handle of his nine millimeter, bringing the imposing weapon in front of your face, large hand waving it around as if it’s a mere toy.

you stop breathing as your eyes widen, lips parting with a loud yelp when iwaizumi curls his fingers against your walls before stopping his movements. he chuckles at your reaction, flicking the safety on the firearm.

the blood in your body drains as you finally realize what play meant as he brings the weapon closer to your mouth. your vision becomes blurry again as fat tears fill your eyes at what this vile man is going to do to you.

“open up—unless you want this inside of you dry? i mean, your cunt’s definitely wet and stretched enough, hm?” iwaizumi taunts you, deep voice chilling your spine as his fingers lazily move inside you again.

all of his men laugh while some of them yell crude comments, making your cheeks burn from humiliation. you open your mouth, and the younger men cheer as they watch their boss slowly insert the barrel of the gun.

“suck it like how you would suck my cock. show your boyfriend just how much of a whore you are.”

you can’t help but comply, you have no say in the matter anyway. humiliation courses through you, causing you to close your eyes tightly. fat tears escape your closed eyes, soaking your lashes and cheeks.

the cold barrel of the gun tastes metallic, and you gag when the acrid taste of gunpowder spreads on your tongue. you don’t even want to think about your boyfriend right now, too disgusted with yourself as you lick and suck away at the metal.

iwaizumi groans at the drool seeping out of your mouth, hips slightly bucking against your ass. his fingers scissor inside of you as he watches your pathetic self slobber all over his gun.

he pulls out his fingers, making you whine at the loss as he grips the roots of your hair, exposing your neck to the occupants of the room. it’s like a zoo in the lounge room, with the rowdy men cheering you on as if you’re chugging a drink.

he removes the gun from your mouth as well, spit and saliva covering the barrel as he lowers it between your legs. his hot breath ghosts over the shell of your ear, tongue slipping out to lick the sensitive skin.

“what do you think, baby? you gonna be a good slut and fuck my gun like you did with my fingers?”

iwaizumi whispers in your ear, laughing when you shake your head vigorously at what he’s saying. he can’t. it’s completely fucked up, but you’re a fool for thinking that there’s some sort of moral high ground among these men.

“c’mon, gotta give a good show to your boyfriend, remember?” he tuts, hiking your skirt further up your waist as he brings the gun dangerously close to your slit. “besides, it’s not like you got a choice anyway, right, sweetheart?”

it’s a miracle how you’re not passing out from dehydration, you must’ve cried your whole weight in water and yet you still have more to give. you know there’s no use in crying, these men don’t and won’t show any kind of mercy.

in fact, iwaizumi is a sick and twisted bastard. every time he sees fresh tears roll down your wet cheeks, his cock jumps and twitches in his pants.

you’re broken from your stupor when you feel the cold and wet barrel slide up and down your slit. the men stare intently, watching your soft and rosy colored folds greatly contrast against the hard and black metal of the gun.

your eyes are glassy and unseeing as iwaizumi’s free hand wraps around the column of your neck, long and thick fingers slightly squeezing your throat.

you have no defense against him, not with his dark aura and raw strength enveloping your entire body. iwaizumi strokes your slit a few more times before stopping to look around the room.

he smirks when he sees your boyfriend meekly fighting against his restraints before giving a stiff nod to a group of younger men to the side.

one guy immediately dashes over and iwaizumi sneers at the tent on his pants that he’s trying to cover. he’s definitely a runner, too scrawny to be the muscle to the organization.

greed fills his gaze as his wide eyes scrutinize your cunt and iwaizumi clicks his tongue to call the attention of the young man.

“hold the gun for her, won’t you? but don’t touch her or else i’ll blow your head off,” iwaizumi orders him, and the young man gulps and nods, his shaking hand reaching up to replace iwaizumi’s grip on the handle.

now that his hands are free to roam, iwaizumi takes the hem of your shirt, swiftly ripping it into two pieces and throwing it to the floor. your bra gets the same treatment, and he wastes no time in cupping the soft mounds on your chest, thumb and index finger pulling at your sensitive nipples.

your whine is loud and high pitched and your body jerks at the added stimulation. iwaizumi’s motions are rough, his calloused hands rub deliciously against the softness of your breasts.

“what are you waiting for? fuck my gun, slut.” he says harshly, pinching your nipples and you whimper loudly, squirming in his hold.

you exhale a loud breath as you look down at the man holding the gun, his head turned to the side as he gives you a warped sense of privacy.

the runner adjusts his grip, positioning the gun right in front of your hole. you bite your lip as your hips slowly roll towards the cold barrel, movements hindered by the ropes tied around your ankles.

you cry out when the barrel breaches past your pussy, making the men shift and adjust themselves as they watch the metal slowly disappear inside of you.

“bastard thinks i wasn’t serious when i told him his pretty little girlfriend would be the collateral if he didn’t pay me back,” iwaizumi hisses, and they all laugh and snicker. one guy kicks the back of the chair your boyfriend’s tied to.

you’re trembling and whimpering as you take the entire barrel, mind too numb to notice anything else. the wave of the cold and unfamiliar sensation makes you pause as you try to adjust to it—as much as you can.

iwaizumi’s not having it though, his jaw clenching in dismay as his fingertips twist your nipples roughly. you cry out at the sting, sniffling from his harsh treatment.

the man below you doesn’t move, as if he’s a statue, and he vehemently avoids looking at your naked and trembling body. iwaizumi clicks his tongue and tilts his head, and a pink haired man smirks slyly as he pulls out his own gun and stalks towards your boyfriend.

“if you don’t start moving your hips, makki here is going to shoot your boyfriend in the head,” iwaizumi whispers huskily in your ear, as if he’s your lover who’s saying all the sweet and dirty things to you.

you hiccup loudly as you watch the makki fellow dig his gun to your boyfriend’s temple with a sinister smile on his lips, sending tremors down your spine as you decide to heed the boss’s orders. if that’s the price to pay for you and your boyfriend to leave this place alive, then that’s what you’ll do.

you grip the armrests so hard that the skin on your knuckles becomes taut with tension as you breathe heavily through your tears. iwaizumi chuckles, his lips nipping at the skin of your neck as your hips begin to move slowly.

the barrel is so cold, so different from what you’re used to. the shape, obviously, is different and it’s so jarring that you can’t quite get the rhythm right.

but if you are going to survive, you have to get used to it and fast, because iwaizumi is impatiently huffing and his hands are becoming rough again.

your head falls on his shoulder as your hips roll and thrust against the gun, squelching sounds from your pussy making the rest of the men in the room hypnotized at how easily you’re taking it.

“look at him, all bloodied and bruised, watching his girl get fucked by my gun,” iwaizumi growls, hands leaving your aching tits as his hands guide your hips. he spits out curses under his breath as he feels the friction it brings on his clothed and throbbing cock.

“bet you’re squeezing the barrel like you squeezed my fingers, huh? fuckin’ whore.”

iwaizumi sneers, watching the unadulterated bliss on your face as you let him guide your wanton movements. you want to scream at yourself for enjoying this depravity, but the pleasure beats your logic and morals.

your cries and moans fill the stuffy room, and the young man holding the weapon in his shaking grip is red in the face with how lewd and needy you sound. you’re close, you can tell.

iwaizumi can too, seemingly in tune with your body’s response. his fingers travel to your pulsing clit, thick digits toying with the sensitive skin as the coarseness of the rope rubs on the skin of your wrist and ankles as you thrash around with limited movement.

“you’re really made for this shit. look at you making a mess on my lap, why don’t you cum for me?” he says in a tone meant to hypnotize you. your whine is high pitched as the deep rumble of his voice goes directly to your pussy and you can’t help but follow the movements of his fingers, lazily pinching and swirling circles on your clit.

“i-i can’t!” you scream, trying hard not to debase yourself even more as you lose control of your hips. iwaizumi has no problem moving you with one hand, clenching his jaw as your pitiful moans beg him to stop.

“you can.”

and so you do, throwing your head so far back that your neck is going to be sore later. iwaizumi pinches your clit just as he bites your neck, broken moans leaving you as your legs shake and toes curl.

your essence gushes out of you, drenching the barrel as the rest drips to the chair, soaking the velvet cushion. iwaizumi growls and the young man scampers away, leaving the gun inside your twitching walls.

he abruptly pulls it out of you and you whine, pussy dripping with more slick. iwaizumi quickly tucks it into his holster as he produces a sharp and gleaming knife from the other side, slicing away at the ropes like butter.

he pockets it as he carries your body with ease, long legs carrying you towards your boyfriend. you’re not sure, but it looks like he’s definitely crying, matching the tears and whimpers that are steadily coming from you.

“you think i’m done with you? that was just foreplay, sweetheart,” iwaizumi hisses, dropping your limp body to the floor as he manhandles you, bringing you on all fours as the men jeer and laugh.

you notice that they’re giving you a wide berth, as if they’re scared to get into yours and iwaizumi’s personal space. the imposing man kneels behind you, covered cock twitching against your ass.

he unbuckles his belt and the clank of metal is loud in the quiet room as they all watch. shame and embarrassment courses through your body from being so wantonly displayed, being the only naked person and right at the feet of your boyfriend.

you’re so humiliated that you lower your head and bite your lip to stifle the sobs threatening to burst out of you. the slight reprieve ends all too quickly when iwaizumi pulls your hair from the roots, earning a yelp from you as you wince at the abrupt stretch in your neck.

his knee nudges your thigh, spreading your legs further as you whimper at how exposed you are to him. his body leans forward, making you keenly aware of the heat and defined planes of his torso.

“keep your eyes on him while i fuck your slutty cunt. don’t even think about closing your eyes,” iwaizumi whispers menacingly as he rolls his hips, turning your head slightly so he can lick the tears off of your cheeks.

you let out a disgusted sound, trying to pull away but his grip on your hair is unyielding. he pulls away as he lowers his pants with his free hand, pulling his cock out and guiding it towards your hole.

iwaizumi’s movements are torturously slow as he slides the leaking tip along your slit before entering you with one swift thrust, making you jolt forward towards your boyfriend’s legs.

you scream as your nails claw against the floor from the sudden intrusion. if you hadn’t been thoroughly prepped beforehand, you’re sure that he would’ve split your body in half with how thick and long he is.

he only gives you a mere second to adjust his size before he pulls out again and thrusts back inside, harder and deeper this time as he throws his head back and groans loudly.

“fuck, that’s a good pussy,” he hisses, his hand finding purchase on your waist as his hips slap against your ass, setting a brutal pace that has your mind turning into mush.

your teary eyes find your boyfriend’s and because your traitorous body is enjoying the pleasure it’s being forcefully given, you can’t apologize to him, beg for his forgiveness for allowing yourself to be used like a sex object by this cruel man.

instead, sinful cries and moans fall from your lips and you can only show him how sorry you are through your glossy and blurry eyes.

“please...please...stop..." you beg in between moans, but iwaizumi only smirks, doing the exact opposite as he increases the force of his thrusts. how can he believe you? your body and face are betraying you.

his hand tugs harder on your roots as he turns your head towards him. his cold green eyes gleam upon seeing your expression of pure pleasure as your eyes flutter, face wet with tears and drool.

your pussy is basically suffocating his cock, as if you don’t want him to leave your tight walls. “better accept that you’re a whore, you know? stop pretending you don’t want this.”

he follows his statement with a loud smack, ass jiggling with his harsh movement. the sting of the slap makes you arch your back and you squeal, the new angle letting his cock repeatedly hit your sweet spot.

iwaizumi’s grip on your hair is painful, your hand flying to his wrist to ease his hold. coupled with his heavy and powerful thrusts and your unsteadiness—your upper body falls to the floor, breasts squished by the wood as his movements don’t falter. his hips continue their unforgiving pace as his hand spanks your ass in succession.

“my men wish they could fuck your tight pussy but they’ll rot knowing that only i can use your cunt.”

said men grumble and mutter amongst themselves but you don’t pay them any mind as your cheek rests on the floor, tears and drool staining the polished wood.

your broken and shaky cries—along with the loud and wet slapping of skin on skin—fill the room, making all the men, except for three, shift uncomfortably.

they would be touching themselves to the delicious sight of their boss fucking your sweet pussy but they’re not allowed to, only his three closest and high ranking are free to do what they desire.

“p-please!” you beg and iwaizumi leans over you again, shirt soaked with sweat. “please what?” he chuckles, grip loosening on your hair as his hand snakes around your stomach, already knowing what you’re going to ask for.

never in your life did you ever think you were going to beg a dangerous man to give you your release but it hurts. he’s far from gentle and with his size, the ache in your pussy and lower stomach is starting to prickle.

“m-make me c-cum, please,” you cry out, the dreaded words burning your throat but what can you do? you want this sweet torture to end so you can drop limply to the floor and rest.

you hate it, you hate him for making you feel good and acting like a common whore.

“as you wish, sweetheart,” iwaizumi says, tone uncharacteristically soft before straightening his body and thrusting even deeper and harder as his fingers furiously rub against your clit.

it’s too much and you can’t hold it anymore, the knot in your stomach snapping as a high pitched scream is ripped from you. you’re pretty sure you black out for a few seconds from the intense orgasm as your body shakes and convulses.

your velvet walls clamp down on him as he groans loudly, his hands gripping your hips as he thrusts so deep that his cock teases the entrance to your cervix.

spurts of his thick, hot cum shoots into your pussy as his hips slow down. his sharp eyes watching his thick length slowly fuck the overflowing cum back inside of you, creating a dense white ring around the base of his cock.

iwaizumi’s clothed chest heaves with every heavy exhale as he feels your mixed juices dripping down his balls. his thick fingers play with his cum, spreading it across your warm and sensitive ass.

eyes wide and glossy, you’re a shaking and writhing mess—completely fucked out with iwaizumi’s cock still inside of you. the grumbling and agitated men file out of the room, back to their duties as they leave you, your boyfriend, iwaizumi, and his three men.

after a few minutes of heavy breathing and tense silence, he kisses along your spine, going up until he reaches your head. he pulls you up so that your trembling and sensitive body is resting on his sweat soaked dress shirt.

iwaizumi grips your hair and gently turns your head towards him, sloppily kissing you before pulling away, pecking your lips.

“how was that, princess?” he says in a tone that's only reserved for you, his woman. his three closest friends are the only ones privy to the softer side of their usually cold and intimidating boss.

and you’re the only person in this entire world that knows iwaizumi, infamous mafia boss, inside and out.

“you were rougher than usual, daddy. you only fuck me with your gun when you’re angry, he really ticked you off, huh?” you question him in your sweet and saccharine voice, a complete 180 from the helpless girl you were before.

your finger traces his clenched jaw as your wet doe-eyes stare up at him, squirming slightly as you feel his cock twitch inside of you.

“of course, fucker was going to skip town with you in tow. not like i wouldn’t be able to find you,” he grumbles the last part as he nuzzles your neck, rising from his heels as he walks back to the throne.

“who knew my princess would be a slut for danger?”

his most trusted men groan and sigh, knowing that they’ll take over because they know the two of you are in your own world now. they try their best to ignore the slick sounds of you bouncing on their boss’s lap as you seductively moan his name in delight.

“you’re lucky he didn't shoot you on sight, man,” makki, the one who held the gun to your supposed boyfriend’s head, says as he tugs his pants up his messy thighs as he lazily smirks towards the sorry sight of the man tied to the chair.

“bet your beaten up brain’s wondering what’s going on, huh?” another guy—mattsun—says with his dark eyes focused on your bouncing ass.

“let me make it simple for you, you’re too fucked up to understand long sentences anyway,” oikawa says in his teasing voice, wiping his hand on a handkerchief as he stands over your “boyfriend”.

“you’re the poor and unsuspecting prey while the two of them are the predators, and you know what they say, right? predators love playing with their food.”

[2:56 AM]

[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 .

@anime-nymph @semisgroupie @rosesandtoshi @tetsuswhore@kuroohoeee @chaotic-fangirl-blog @alaina-rose13@devilgirlcrybabiey @moonlit-mizukage @omiikeii @slutawara @yams046 @fairyxkisses @lov3glore @bucinhajime @scnwanna @cute-mute @criesinpisces @thotthumb @bunbyy @kinsurou @chiefinvestigatoremma

[kurosukii]

𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟

pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x f!reader

summary: he knows losing is part of the job, but when it’s against his rivals? then it’s a damn good thing his stepsister is there to help him blow off some steam.

genre: smut, stepcest au

warnings: 18+. noncon/dubcon, pseudoincest (stepcest), cnc (noncon) role play, dacryphilia, corruption kink, size kink, unprotected sex, oral fixation, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dirty talk, degradation, praise, dumbification, hair pulling, squirting, spanking, creampie, cockwarming, nipple play, oral (m receiving), mating press, riding, doggy style, oc mom character

word count: 4.2k

author’s note: for @dilfhub​‘s everything-cest collab! thank you so much for letting me join! (pls mind the warnings pls) (i hope i did a decent ushy gushy characterization omg) (let me know if i missed any warnings! (MINORS DNI)   

º thank you so much to @meiansmistress @anime-nymph for beta-reading and editing <33

[4:34 PM]

you never knew what went on inside toshi-nii’s mind—until you moved in with him.

ever since your mother married his father when you were still in high school, he has only spoken to you when it was absolutely necessary.

otherwise, it was just the usual nods, one to two word answers, and grunts of acknowledgement every time you passed each other in the hall.

your relationship—if you could even call it that—stayed that way until you finally graduated from high school and went off to university in tokyo.

nonetheless, it still surprised you when he insisted over family dinner one time that you stay with him in his fancy upscale apartment in koganei—courtesy of his budding volleyball career.

as a fledgling college student, you couldn’t resist free housing and the promise of a soft fluffy bed, away from all the uncertainties of random people.

so with fervor, you nodded and accepted his offer, and for the first time in maybe forever, he smiled at you, olive-green eyes twinkling.

you were happy at the notion that your relationship with him would most likely improve through this opportunity, and you’d been longing for.

you just didn’t expect how close that bond would become, however, if it weren’t for the fact that you ended up tangled in your stepbrother’s sheets every night since you moved in.

“you like it when nii-san fucks your dirty pussy like this?” toshi growls, hand squeezing the back of your neck as he pushes your face further into the pillow.

you cry out, tears and drool pillowcase the sheets as you bunch them between your fingers. you wince in pain at his heavy thrusts, thick thighs hitting yours while his balls slap against your ass.

“t-toshi-nii, p-please stop! it hurts,” you beg, eyes blurry with tears as your body jolts with each deep and hard thrust he makes inside your pussy. your cunt flutters all around him, fat cock stretching you so wide that he’ll definitely leave bruises inside of you.

“why do you always cry every time i fuck you?” he grunts, slapping your swollen ass cheeks with his large hand, palm red with how hard he’s been spanking you. he groans, throwing his head back as your pussy squeezes his cock.

you whimper and bite your lip when you hear the loud crack it makes as it connects with your skin. toshi’s spanks are no joke, with practicing volleyball nearly every day and his natural brute strength—his spanks are definitely made to bruise one’s skin.

“don’t you love your nii-san’s cock?” he asks you, pulling your hair by the roots so you’re kneeling on the bed, your back plastered to his sweaty chest.

your tits bounce on your chest as his thrusts shake your body. you sputter unintelligible words, face contorted in unwanted pleasure while your step-brother fucks you dumb.

you wince and cry out when his fingers tug your hair harder, causing you to raise your arm and squeeze his wrist to ease his vice-like grip.

“n-no nii-san! t-this is so wrong!” you squeal, body trembling at his powerful thrusts. toshi smirks, olive eyes flashing with unrestrained hunger.

“then why is your slutty pussy squeezing me so hard?” he breathes heavily into your ear, chuckling lowly when you mewl as he bites your earlobe.

he brings his free hand down your body, fingers ghosting over your hot skin. his thick fingers find yours and he intertwines them. he brings your joined hands down to your neglected clit and circles it in a lazy manner, contrasting his wild thrusts.

“i’m going to cum inside your cunt and you’re going to take it,” he growls, his thrusts growing sloppier. the sound of skin slapping and heavy pants ring loudly in your ears.

“toshi-nii! p-please don’t!” you whine, voice cracking at the never-ending pleading you’ve been doing all afternoon. the bed creaks louder as the headboard thumps against the wall, the sound mixing with toshi’s loud grunts and groans as he nears his orgasm.

he lets go of your hair and hand, nudging your body until you land on your trembling arms. he grabs the back of your neck and smothers your face in the pillow, muffling your cries and moans.

“i’m going to cum, baby—fuck!” he groans, throwing his head back as his hand quickly finds your clit and pinches the swollen bud between the pads of his fingers.

you scream into the pillow as you feel the knot in your stomach snap, making your pussy gush and cum all around his throbbing cock. toshi quickly follows after you, his hot cum mixing with yours and overflowing in your battered pussy.

he leans his forehead on your sweaty back, trying to catch his breath. he leaves a kiss on the middle of your back, making you tremble even more. you yelp when his heavy weight causes you to fall flat on your stomach with him still inside of you.

you whimper and sniffle when you realize he’s still moving his hips, moaning when you feel your mixed fluids trickle out of your pussy. you can’t believe your nii-san actually came inside of you.

the overstimulation is making your cunt ache and you squirm, hoping that he gets the idea and pulls away from you. thankfully, he does and brings your trembling form with him.

he maneuvers your sweaty bodies until you’re lying on top of his broad chest, slightly moving up and down because of how hard he’s breathing. you mewl when you feel your juices slide down your thighs, drenching toshi-nii’s abdomen.

you look up at him, cheeks stained with dried tears. the both of you make eye contact and his eyes smolder into yours with an intensity that makes you suck in a breath.

before you can even say anything, he cups the back of your head and captures your lips in a bruising and sloppy kiss. you moan into his mouth, eyes fluttering closed as your hands reach up and tug at his damp hair.

he slips his tongue between your parted lips and massages yours with his. your face warms at the lewd clicking sounds your joined mouths make, saliva mixing and making drool fall from from the corner of your lips.

his free hand palms your bruised ass, gently kneading the burning skin. he pulls away, a string of spit still connecting your lips. your eyes open and you look at him, his mouth slightly upturned at the corners.

“thank you, baby,” he says quietly. you laugh and peck his lips, eyes crinkling at the sides. you nuzzle your noses together and toshi’s cheeks redden at the intimacy.

“anything for you, toshi-nii,” you reply, your flushed cheeks looking at him in wonder and awe. your nii-san may be stoic and serious, but there’s no doubt that he’s one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen.

never mind that you’re not supposed to have these kinds of thoughts about your stepbrother. hell, you just role played with him.

you know it’s absolutely fucked up, but you get so fucking turned on by the idea of your big and beefy stepbrother taking advantage of you, his poor and unsuspecting stepsister.

granted, you were really taken advantage of the night you moved in.

you finally understood why he was insistent on taking you under his wing. it was so he could fuck and fool around with you without your parents barging in whenever toshi was home for the weekend—he stayed in the dorms at shiratorizawa, so your “relationship” didn’t have enough time to develop.

you didn't even think he saw you as a desirable woman, but it just so happens that he’s pretty vocal—the complete opposite of who he is when he’s with others—about his thoughts whenever he’s pounding your pussy and making you cream all over his cock.

and he made sure you knew exactly what he thought about you when he trapped you underneath him on his feather down couch and fucked you until your throat was raw from all the begging and crying.

over time, your pleas for him to stop became half-hearted and you soon found yourself begging like the whore you are for his cock. and as fucked up as it sounds, the not-so-little desire to pretend that your step-brother was taking advantage of you never really went away.

so when toshi wanted to relieve his stress from volleyball practices and games—especially when he lost them—he liked to regain some sort of “control.” just like that, you’d fall into the right headspace and endure his rough and wild fucking.

of course, there’s always aftercare. after using you like a personal cocksleeve, he’d fuck you gently and slowly. he’d always pepper your skin with kisses and nips, whispering about how you’re such a good girl to your nii-san.

but this time is different.

earlier in the afternoon, the door slammed just as you shut the tv off and you turned to his tensed body. his eyes practically screamed i need you. now. and that’s where you found yourself draped on his body, breathless and aching.

his heavy sigh breaks you from your thoughts and you see his troubled and cloudy green eyes. your heart tightens at his forlorn expression and you cup his sharp cheekbones with your hands.

“it’s not your fault, toshi-nii. volleyball is a team effort, you know that,” you say softly, thumbs caressing his cheeks. his eyes are hard, jaw clenched as his negative feelings brew in his chest.

it doesn’t help that it’s the first game of the season and what added salt to the wound is that the game was against the msby jackals—so you know how much it means to your nii-san, even if he doesn’t say it.

he just grunts, refusing to say anything more about it and you click your tongue. you reach forward, dragging your nipples on his sweaty chest and you peck his lips.

“let me help you, toshi-nii. let me do all the work,” you tell him gently, eyes twinkling with love and care. he raises an eyebrow and he’s about to tell you off before you silence him with a finger to his mouth.

“what kind of imouto would i be if i don’t relieve my nii-san’s stress?” you ask him rhetorically before your lips find their way to the glistening skin of his neck.

he sighs, softly this time, as he leans his head on the pillow and relishes the feeling of your soft lips on his skin. he raises his arms, closing his eyes as he puts his hands behind his head, making his large biceps flex.

you make your way down his neck to his chest, lips never leaving his warm skin. you remember your nii-san’s obsession with sucking and playing with your nipples and you wonder if he doesn’t mind you doing the same to him.

well, you’ll just have to find out.

you giggle quietly and latch onto his nipple, kitten licking the tip. his eyes shoot open and he groans, cheeks flaming with embarrassment. your tongue circles around his nipple as your fingers twist and pull on the other.

his abs clench as he sucks in his breaths, letting little pleased sounds out of his mouth. so he does like it, you think. your lips stretch into a satisfied smile as you continue playing with his nipples.

toshi’s face is a clear picture of pleasure as you work on him. he’s about to move his hand to your head, ready to tug at your strands before you let his nipple go with a pop.

he lets out a disgruntled sound, unamused that you stopped your ministrations on him. you giggle and pinch his nipple, making him yelp at the sting. you wink at him and lift your sweaty body, crawling down the bed until your face to face with his wet and hardening cock.

his dick is still glistening with all your mixed fluids, and you see a pearl of cum resting on the tip. your eyes flash as you hold his shaft and stick out your tongue, slowly licking in between his slit.

he throws his head back as he groans at the stimulation, resting on his elbows. your lips and tongue play with his cockhead for a few minutes before you pull away, a translucent string of saliva connecting your mouth and his cock.

“your cock always tastes so good, nii-san. even better when it’s mixed with my juices,” you moan softly, relishing the musky flavor of your mixed fluids.

you make eye contact with him, desire and hunger swimming in the depths of your eyes. you don’t break it, even when you move your head down where his balls are.

your mouth captures one of his heavy sacs into your mouth and he hisses. he immediately sits up straight, hands bunching the sheets between his fingers. you moan and the vibrations make toshi twitch and clench his teeth.

the hand holding his shaft slowly moves up and down, drenching your fingers with cum and slick and filling the room with the sound of your palm meeting his sensitive skin.

your other hand rests on his thigh, and on instinct, he flexes the muscle as you rub his hot skin. you suck on his balls faster as your hand strokes his cock at a rapid speed, the fluids and new slick coming out of his tip giving you an easier time.

his loud and guttural groans reverberate through his chest and he can feel his hips move on their own as he fucks your hand. he senses the knotting of his abdomen, signalling his incoming orgasm.

you moan loudly when you feel his balls tighten in your mouth. the bed shakes with how much toshi is thrusting up into your hand and he feels the knot in his stomach snap, making him choke out a groan.

your mouth immediately leaves his balls and you take him, gagging slightly as you deepthroat his long and girthy cock as he cums inside your mouth. toshi grunts and he holds your head, keeping you down on his dick as he empties himself.

he cums so much that some drips down his shaft and leaves your lips to drench his balls, staining the sheets below you. you bob your head for a few moments, gathering more of his cum and making a bigger mess of his dick.

his grip loosens and you raise your head, showing your mouth that’s filled with his cum. you wink at him before you swallow it down in one gulp.

not many things can make toshi speechless but watching you swallow his cum like that, well that just leaves his jaw slightly hanging. you giggle at his reaction, hands on his chest as you push him to lie down on his back once more.

“i’m not done with you yet, nii-san. i need to make you forget,” you promise him as you straddle his waist. you rest one hand on his abs as the other guides his twitching cock directly under your clenching hole.

you rub his tip on your folds, moaning at the heat of his cock before you sink into him, taking his length inch by inch. even when he’s lubed up with fluids and your juices, you still wince whenever you put his dick inside of you.

toshi-nii is so big, proportionate to the rest of his body. he sits up and holds your waist, relieving some of the work you have to do, hissing all the while as your tight and wet cunt takes him again.

“such a good girl for nii-san, hmm? always making him feel good with your tight little pussy,” he praises you as you finally rest on his lap. you whine when you feel his entire length inside of you, the tip reaching the entrance of your cervix.

you said you were going to do all the work, but exhaustion has finally caught up to you and your muscles are screaming for you to stop and rest—but that doesn’t matter because toshi wraps his beefy arms around your middle and lifts you off his cock.

you whimper and throw your head back as toshi pulls you down on his cock again. you wrap your hands around his neck when he starts bouncing you up and down, moans and unintelligible words falling from your lips.

“s-so g-good, t-toshi-nii, faster please!” you stutter, body trembling as the sounds of skin slapping fill the room. toshi bounces you faster, his grunts filling your ears as you fuck each other.

he rises on his knees, not stopping his thrusts as he rests on his haunches for better leverage. the back of your thighs hit his lap as you slightly lean backwards.

“m-more!” you beg, your hand guiding his head to your bouncing tits, and on instinct, he takes a nipple into his mouth. he groans around it, tongue mirroring your movements from before.

your hands tangle in and tug on his sweaty hair as you squeal at the pleasure of his hard and deep thrusts, making the bed creak under your moving bodies.

the loud squelching sounds of your juices meeting his skin ring in your ears. this angle of thrusting makes him hit your sweet spot perfectly and before you know it, you’re screaming as you cum all around his thrusting cock.

“toshi-nii, i’m cumming!” you scream, tugging hard on the strands of his hair as your pussy clenches and flutters around him.

the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing him makes him bite your nipple as his hips become jerky with his thrusts. you feel the thick and hot spurts of his cum shoot up inside your messy and cum-filled pussy, making you whine at the full feeling.

the juices trickle out of you, staining the inside of your thighs and his lap. toshi lets your nipple fall from his mouth as he leans his head on your shoulder, breathing heavily from his second orgasm of the day.

you lean your chin on his head, softly kissing his hair. your chest is rising and falling rapidly as you catch your breaths. your ears are still ringing from the intense orgasm and you mumble a few words, eyes drooping with how tired and fucked out you are.

you yelp when you suddenly find yourself on your back, head on the foot of the bed as you look at toshi-nii above you. he looks different—like he found a renewed sense of energy.

his green eyes are glowing with hunger, clearly ready to devour you again. his cock is still inside of you and you squeal when he grabs the back of your thighs, pushing your knees to your chest.

he spreads them and he slaps the hot skin, watching it jiggle under his palm. the stinging pain serves to only make your pussy gush, the juices feeling sticky as they travel down the crevice of your ass.

“i’m not done with you too, imouto-chan,” toshi growls, throwing your words back at you as his hips move once more. you whimper at the full feeling, your cunt is so drenched with his cum that it drips the more he rolls his hips.

“hold your ankles for me, i want to see your hungry cunt take my cock, my little imouto,” he says through clenched teeth, large body looming over yours. he puts his hands on either side of your head, bunching the sheets in his fingers so hard that you hear a little ripping sound.

you do as he says and wince at the stretch, your shaking arms reaching for your ankles to hold your legs high up in the air. you know he still hasn’t let out all of his frustrations from today, and even though you’re tired from cumming and moving, you’d do anything for your nii-san whom you love so much.

“fuck me as hard as you need to, toshi-nii. i can take it, i’ll be your good little imouto,” you whine softly when his cock hits a good spot. toshi groans at what you say; you sound so needy, so hungry for his cock—as if you haven’t been fucking him all afternoon.

toshi wastes no time and thrusts deeply into you, making the both of you cry out at the pleasure. you’re reaching your limit—you can feel it in the way your eyes roll to the back of your head.

toshi’s thrusts are so hard that it shakes your body and makes the headboard thump against the wall. all you can do is babble and whimper, tongue lolling out of your mouth as he fucks into you.

he rests his forehead on yours, heavy breaths mingling with each other, whispering about how he can fuck all the way into the evening if you’d let him—if you don’t pass out by then, that is.

his thrusts are sloppy and erratic, meaning he’s reaching his limit as well. he moves his hands to the back of your thighs and raises his head, watching the way he disappears in your cunt that’s squelching and leaking out all the accumulated juices.

you feel tears form at the corner of your eyes, aching from the overstimulation. sweat drops from your temple onto the bed as your tits bounce on your chest. you bite your lip from begging him to stop—knowing damn well that he needs this.

toshi delivers a particularly hard thrust that has you creaming even more around him, the jolt of pleasure effectively shooting straight to your mind and sending you into a haze.

“g-gonna cum, nii-san. cum with me too, please,” you beg him in a weak voice, tears falling down from your eyes. you hope he cums with you as well, because you’re so sure you’re about to pass out from all the thrusting and shaking.

toshi fucks you harder and faster, sweat running down his back as the bed creaks from his thrusts. he’s letting out sounds akin to a wild animal, signalling that he’s nearing his end.

your legs shake as you arch your back when he rubs your clit, making you scream from the extra stimulation. coupled with the continuous fucking and orgasming, you feel yourself cum so hard that you convulse around him, moaning long and hard.

not only that, but you feel yourself release spurts of liquid from your soiled pussy. toshi sees you—as clear as day—squirt on his abdomen which sends him to orgasm, hips halting inside of you.

he throws his head back as he shouts your name from pleasure, hot cum filling your pussy so much he’s surprised that your stomach hasn’t distended from all the sticky fluid.

“made you squirt again, baby,” he says smugly, albeit weakly as he lets go of your thighs and drops to his elbows. again, because he makes it a habit to make you squirt at least three times a week.

he may be a volleyball player, but even he has his limits. he’s never breathed so heavily in his life, he thinks as he feels a drop of sweat on his nose.

you couldn’t reply even if you wanted to because you’ve been literally fucked dumb. your body is still convulsing and your mind is filled with nothing but the feeling of his cum and pleasure.

you’re as sweaty as he is, and you’re breathing so heavily that you don’t care about the drool that’s seeping from the corners of your mouth.

your eyes are completely glazed over, your legs and arms falling as he came inside of you, muscles exhausted from holding them up for so long. your body feels like jelly and you’ll be very surprised if you can even move tomorrow.

toshi sees the trail of drool on your mouth and licks it. you moan when he kisses you languidly, lips following his movements. his cock is still inside you when you feel him moving again.

you whimper in distress and he pulls away to shush you, saying that he’s not planning on fucking you any more and he just wants to feel and hear his cum soiling your pussy more.

he goes back to pinching and playing with your nipples, and you smile weakly into his mouth because you know it calms him down when he keeps his hands moving.

you’re busy mewling and kissing him when you hear the door swing open followed by a gasp, making toshi stop playing with your nipples but not letting go of them. he lifts his head from your mouth with a distinct click, a trail of spit connecting your lips.

the both of you turn your heads to the door and to both your horrors, it’s your mother with a scandalised expression.

she covers her mouth with a hand as her frantic eyes trail over you—her daughter whose naked body is sweaty and flushed—and her stepson whose larger and equally sweaty and flushed body is draped all over you.

she just wanted to visit and comfort her stepson after watching the loss of his team on tv. she clearly didn’t expect that she would see you comforting him in that way.

but even so, damn your mother’s penchant for showing up unannounced and never knocking on doors.

[6:29 PM]

[kurosukii]

𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞

pairing: hinata shoyo x f!reader

summary: your summer job at your uncle’s hotel and resort turns unforgettable when you meet an orange haired man who is just as bright as the sun.

genre: smut, strangers to lovers au, timeskip au

warnings: 18+. balcony sex (public sex), exhibitionism, voyeurism (dubcon), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, praise, sixty-nine, oral (f and m receiving), size kink, fingering, nipple play, cockwarming, creampie, mating press

word count: 4.7k

author's note: for @atsumuscumslut f*** me right here collab! thanks for letting me join! also, BRAZIL HINATA x10 and HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO EVERYONE'S FAVORITE SUNSHINE HINATA SHOYO <333

(let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI) @hqintheclub

º thank you @karasunowo for beta reading <33

[7:12 PM]

you never expected that this would be the summer that you’ll never forget—courtesy of the man whose presence charms everyone he meets.

you watch in awe when he shouts to his teammate, a tall and pretty brown-eyed brunette. from your vantage point, you watch him jump—no, fly—before he quickly slams down the ball to the sand, making it spray everywhere.

based on what your gossiping cousins discovered, his name is hinata shoyo. what’s a cute japanese guy doing all the way here in rio? you had asked them, to which they giggled and said, “apparently, he wanted to learn how to play beach volleyball.”

you still didn’t understand him, but his bright eyes and wide smiles quickly won you over. you remember how hard you laughed and amazed you were when you found out that his stay at your uncle’s hotel and resort was all expenses paid—all because he won a game against one of the rich patrons.

ever since then, you’ve been captivated by him. unbeknownst to you, you’ve caught his eye as well. if it weren’t for oikawa’s perceptiveness, hinata wouldn’t have realized that you’re the pretty girl who leaves him food, water, and electrolytes after every intense game under the hot brazilian sun.

oikawa pushes him to talk to you, teasing him about how he’s supposedly a grown man but still acts like a schoolboy with a crush. because it’s true, it’s so obvious that you both like each other.

hinata’s never been good at wooing girls, but hey, he’s older and in a different country now. initially, he was here to learn about beach volleyball, but where’s the harm in having a summer love here and there?

you set hinata’s snacks down on the table, heart beating fast with a giddy smile on your face. you’re about to hit yourself with the round silver tray you’re holding to snap yourself out of it, until you hear someone clear their throat behind you.

you gasp, whirling around until you’re finally face to face with the man himself, the man you’ve been not-so-secretly crushing on. you scrunch your nose involuntarily, hearing your cousins giggling and whispering in the distance.

hinata is as nervous as you, if not more so. he’s sweaty and shaking, shirt soaked through and hands constantly fidgeting. not only that, but his face is red like a tomato and incomprehensible words are coming out of his dry lips.

the tall brunette that’s always with him laughs loudly from behind and that seems to break hinata out of his turmoil and near-breakdown. being the one who has more grip on their bearings, you decide to put hinata out of his misery and offer him the bottle of water, accompanied by a small hi.

“t-thank y-you for doing this f-for m-me,” hinata stutters in his heavily accented voice, face so red you’re worried that he might burst. your fingers brush each other’s, making him yelp when he takes the bottle from you.

he then begins to bow repeatedly and you’re trying to stop yourself from laughing. he might dislocate his brain or something, you chuckle to yourself as you hold his arms, stopping his movements.

your cheeks instantly burn when you feel how firm his biceps are and you can’t bring yourself to feel disgusted at how sweaty he is, the warmth from him spreading through you.

hinata instantly freezes, eyes wide and going back and forth from your face to your hands. your eyes twitch when you hear your cousins’ and his friend’s loud laughter. good thing no one’s looking at this spectacle, you sigh to yourself.

you choose to look at him from head to toe instead and while he isn’t what you would call freakishly tall, his presence and aura more than makes up for what he lacks in height.

hinata finally comes back down to earth and breathes heavily through his nose, calming himself down. you slowly remove your hands, secretly missing the firmness of his biceps.

he closes his eyes and takes one swig from the bottle, nearly finishing it while breathing deeply. when he opens them, you're taken aback at the determination and hardness in his deep brown eyes, along with a hint of wonder and nervousness and you’re reminded of how he looks when the ball meets his palm.

hinata clenches the bottle in his hand, mumbling to himself as his laser eyes sear into you. you put the tray in front of your body, suddenly nervous and shy because his gaze makes you feel like he can see through your entire being.

“willyougooutwithme?” he blurts out quickly, and because his accent is heavy and the words tripped over each other, you tilt your head in confusion.

he stutters again, shaking his head and you squeak when he slaps his red cheeks with both of his hands. he says it again, calmly and more confidently this time.

“will you go out with me?” he says with all the hope in his eyes and you can’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, so childlike and eager but still making you feel like a giddy schoolgirl.

“shoyo, right? yes, i’d like to go out with you,” you say and he smiles, the biggest and brightest one you’ve ever seen, one worthy of rivalling the sun.

you can’t help it, you lean forward and kiss his cheek, quickly running away with the tray over your head. you stand with your cousins who are laughing and one of them say, over all the laughter, “i think you broke him...”

you raise your eyebrow, and when you look back at him, it looks like he's not breathing anymore and his soul is separated from his body. his brunette friend is in front of him, waving a hand in front of his face.

“shoyo! meet me at the hotel’s reception at eight pm later! wear something comfortable!” you shout, giggling when he breaks out of his trance and turns his orange head to your direction.

“y-yes, t-thank you!” he shouts back and you laugh at him again before going back to the hotel, so you can do your job without getting distracted by a certain tangerine man.

one date turns into two then turns into three and before you know it, you’re spending every night with hinata under the cool night sky of brazil, riding through the streets together with your trusty scooter.

everything with him feels sweet, as if you’re living in a bubble and then it gets popped when you realize, with a bittersweet feeling, that he asks you on one last date the night before he returns to japan.

all your previous getaways were spent on the streets of rio, basking in what the foreign country has to offer besides beach volleyball and scorching sun.

but this one last time, it’s spent on the balcony of hinata’s luxurious hotel room. he took the liberty of meeting you at the reception, just like you always do, taking your hand in his tanned and calloused one before leading you to the elevator.

“you look very pretty in that dress,” hinata compliments you, cheeks rosy and brown eyes shining with adoration. the dress you’re wearing is something he bought you a few nights ago at the flea market and you’ve been saving it for his last night in rio.

what he will find out soon, however, is that the dress is the only thing you’re wearing. a special parting gift for him.

“thank you, shoyo. you look very handsome tonight,” you reply, your hungry eyes raking over his tanned and freckled skin in a blue tank top, contrasting well with his orange hair. you lean forward with the intention of pecking his lips but it quickly turns into a heavy makeout session.

by lucky chance, you guys are the only occupants in the elevator and you’re so damn tempted to pull down his shorts and hike up your dress so he could thrust his cock in your pussy.

this wouldn’t be the first time both of you have gotten frisky in public spaces either. one thing you learned about him is that not only does he have boundless energy for volleyball, but also sexual and illicit activities.

every date night ends with your pussy dripping with his cum and your panties tucked into his pockets. you also found that he has a penchant for fucking you in public spaces, such as the alleys between streets and locker room for hotel employees.

who knew the idea of the risk of getting caught would turn you on so much?

“n-not here, shoyo!” you whine, quickly pushing his hands away from your thighs. if he finds out early on that you’re bare down there, well that would take the surprise away, wouldn’t it?

your other, more innocent gift to him has long since made camp on the marble floor. you quickly dropped it to the floor when the kiss became heated and handsy.

he groans into your neck, nipping away at the skin before he pulls away reluctantly and pouts like a baby. he grumbles out a small fine before he behaves, wrapping his muscled arms around your waist and kissing every part of your face.

the elevator dings and you crouch to get his gift. hinata’s heart swells, having an inkling on what it’s for. he intertwines his hand with yours and exits the elevator, swaying your hands between the both of you as you walk down the hallway that leads to his room.

you stop before the white door and he kisses your nose, timidly asking you if he can cover your eyes. you laugh, nodding as you bring his hands to your eyes.

he opens the door and quickly covers your vision again, the heat of hinata’s body covering your back as he guides you inside the dimly lit room.

you hear the slight breeze and smell the sea air as you walk towards what you assume is the open glass sliding doors that lead to the balcony—a perk that comes with staying in the suite.

“tada!” hinata exclaims, removing his hands from your eyes. you blink a few times to adjust your vision and you gasp at what lays before you. the sun has long since disappeared over the horizon, leaving the stars and moon to shine in its wake.

from your view, you can see the statue of christ the redeemer and how the full moon illuminates the concrete and soapstones. now that you’re on the balcony, you can hear the waves crashing on shore along with the chatter and laughter of the people down on the beach.

the twinkling fairy lights on the railing catch your attention, and you notice a soft and fluffy black mat on the tiles. there’s a basket of food and a gift box similar to the size of the one you’re holding and you smile softly, heart warming at the thoughtfulness.

“d-do you like it?” he stutters, his hand rubbing the back of his neck in a nervous manner. you walk towards him and cup his cheek, softly kissing his lips.

“i love it, sho,” you whisper against his mouth, kissing him a few more times before you pull a dazed hinata to sit on the floor with the mat with you, removing your sandals when you’ve settled down.

you cross your legs, careful in covering your naked pussy as you place your gift beside his. you rummage through the basket, chuckling when you see strawberries and melted chocolate.

“is that too cliché?” he asks as a blush creeps up on his cheeks. you dip one strawberry into the chocolate, holding the fruit in front of his mouth.

“not at all,” you say seductively, eyes hooded as you watch him bite the strawberry. hinata almost chokes on the fruit but quickly composes himself, following your lead and slightly licking your fingers when he takes the last bite.

you gulp as his sharp and wide eyes gleam, challenging you into a game that both of you so often play during your times together. the sexual tension thickens the more you guys feed each other, only thinning when hinata reaches for his white-ribboned gift box.

“a gift...for the amazing time we spent together,” he says, voice thick with emotion as he places the box in your hands. there’s a lump in your throat and you can only nod in thanks as you untie the ribbon.

you gasp when you see a thin gold band nestled in the velvet cushion. taking it out of the box, you can see two pendants that are parallel from each other—a crow and a volleyball.

the crow is a symbol of his high school days, one of the best times of his life spent with the people that he’ll forever treasure and the volleyball, one of—if not, the most—important thing to him.

“it’s beautiful, shoyo,” you whisper in awe, caressing the jewelry. he smiles, kissing the side of your head as he takes it from you. he pats your leg and you stretch it out, your movements slow so as not to flash him and interrupt this intimate moment.

he takes your leg and places it on his lap, unclasping the band and securing it around your ankle. he locks it, then he leans down and kisses your leg, making his way up to your knee. you whine in alarm, stopping his head before he can make his discovery.

“let me give you my gift first, okay?” you say breathily, pulling his head up while he pouts at you once again. you take your gift and he eagerly accepts it, tearing through the wrapping and letting out a small wow, then a confused head tilt as he observes the pendant of the necklace.

“it's a tray...a smaller version of the one i was holding for dear life when you approached me for the first time,” you say shyly, wringing your hands together as you wait for his reaction.

he laughs then smiles at you, his amber eyes twinkling. at that moment, you’re entirely convinced that he’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen in your life, brighter than the midday brazil sun.

he gives you the necklace, abruptly turning around as he gestures for you to put it on him. you unclasp it, looping the jewelry around his neck. he holds the pendant in his fingers as you kiss the nape of his neck, making him shiver. his lips part, releasing a loud exhale.

“i’m really gonna miss you, you know?” he says, voice raspy as he turns around and faces you again. his rough hands cup your cheek as he brings his face closer to yours, hot breath mingling with yours.

“me too, shoyo,” you whisper before he captures your lips in a bruising kiss. you moan into his mouth, tasting him and the flavors of the strawberry and chocolate.

hinata takes this opportunity to slip his tongue between your lips, the hot and wet muscle massaging yours as he slowly pushes you onto your back.

his thumb caresses your cheek while his other hand slides down, rubbing your thigh before going under your sundress. your sweet moans are swallowed by his mouth, your fingers tugging on his hair as you squirm from the touches of his calloused hand.

hinata groans loudly when he reaches your center, feeling warm and bare skin on his fingertips. he quickly pulls away from you, a string of spit connects your lips. eyes wide and hands shaking, he pushes the hem of the dress up to your waist.

you swear his eyes roll back at the sight of your naked and glistening pussy, as if it’s his first time seeing you laid out before him. you giggle, spreading your legs wider as you offer yourself up to him.

“no panties?” hinata states the obvious, not believing his eyes as he breathes heavily and feels his cock twitch in his shorts. you hold his wrist, guiding his thick fingers up and down your slit, biting your lip as your eyes flutter from the small jolt of pleasure.

“i think you took enough of my panties to fill a drawer, shoyo,” you say breathily, moaning while you throw your head back on the fluffy mat when his fingers play with your folds.

“besides, i know my panties are your most favorite souvenir from rio, hm?” you say seductively, rolling your hips along his hand. he growls, leaning over you to whisper in your ear.

“no bra as well, i’m guessing? i can see your nipples baby, fuck,” hinata groans, his accent becoming heavier the more he gets worked up over you. he raises his body, looming over you as his brown eyes note every rise and fall of your chest.

two of his fingers hover over your pussy, inserting them slowly, making you whine and squirm at stretch. his free hand pulls down the straps of your dress, exposing your breasts and hardened nipples to the cold sea breeze.

“s-shoyo,” you whimper, his fingers knuckle deep inside of you as they stretch your walls. he dives down and takes one hard nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling and flicking around the bud. you cry out, hands reaching for his hair as you arch your back.

hinata fumbles around for a bit before he finally gets into a rhythm that has your legs shaking. his free hand comes up and squeezes your breast before two fingers roll and twist your nipple between his fingertips.

you moan loudly, rolling your hips as you watch his arm move back and forth, cheeks flaming at the wet sounds coming from your pussy. he groans around the nipple in his mouth, teeth grazing and nipping at the sensitive skin.

the tingle makes you whimper in pleasure, eyes fluttering at the stimulation. cunt throbbing and the knot in your stomach tightening, your shaking hand reaches down your body, finding your neglected clit.

your fingers draw hard circles around your bud, jerking when your body feels the added stimulation. hinata’s licks and touches on your tits spur you on, and coupled with his thick fingers going in and out of you, you’re seeing stars and crying out his name in no time.

“fuck, shoyo!” you scream as you lightly pinch your clit, body trembling as your cunt squeezes his fingers, gushing all over them. he groans, sucking your nipple into his mouth harshly as he slows the pace of his fingers.

hinata pulls his wet digits out and quickly puts them in his mouth, brown eyes fluttering and cock throbbing as your taste spreads in his mouth. after licking them clean, he pulls them out and immediately pulls his tank top over his head.

he doesn’t give you any time to appreciate the planes of his muscled body and the freckled skin of his shoulders because he’s under you in a flash. his face is directly under your still gushing cunt as you look forward to the twinkling lights on the railing.

“let me eat this pussy,” he growls in his native language, bobbing his head as his tongue quickly licks two stripes along your slit before plunging the muscle in your cunt.

you cry out, falling forward and gripping the mat as you directly hover the bulge on his shorts. you decide to return the favor, pulling down his shorts and seeing his thick cock spring free.

gripping the veiny shaft in your hand, your tongue swirls around his tip, licking the pearl of pre-cum through his slit before your mouth envelopes the head.

hinata moans, hands quickly coming to squeeze your ass as his hips slightly buck into your mouth. one of the things you enjoyed about fooling around with him is that he’s not shy about making his pleasure known. you know when you’re making him feel good.

just like now, feeling the vibrations of his mouth and the strokes of his tongue in your wet walls are enough to make you bob your head and pump his shaft. your other hand fondles his balls, making him thrust his hips in your mouth again.

both of you are a mess of moans and sweat, uncaring of the volume you’re emitting as you chase your pleasures. your hips grind on his face, legs quivering as his tongue swirls and licks every crevice of your velvety walls.

hinata’s hips jerks on their own accord, making you choke and gag on his fat cock as he relishes the warm and wet heat of your mouth. your eyes are tightly shut, feeling every moan and movement of his tongue.

his grip on your ass goes to your thighs, thick fingers squeezing the flesh so hard that they’re definitely going to leave bruises. your hand tightens around his shaft, pumping it along with the bobbing of your head, saliva and slick making obscene sounds.

before you know it, you’re cumming again, cunt spasming as you gush all over hinata’s mouth, your body shaking from your second orgasm of the night. his hips jerk to a stop as you feel rather than hear him groan, cock stiffening as hot spurts of his cum shoot into your mouth.

you swallow his cum noisily, licking up and down his cock as the white liquid trails down his twitching shaft. hinata does the same, his rough hands rubbing your thighs as he slurps your juices, not wasting a damn thing.

you whine when he maneuvers your trembling body on your back once more, your head near to the glass doors leading away from the balcony.

your dress is bunched around your waist, soiled with sweat and cum. he kicks off the rest of his shorts as his sweaty body hovers over you, the pendant of the necklace you gave him dangling on your chest.

hinata rests on his elbows as he matches your heavy breathing, his mouth and chin shining with your essence. his eyes are wide and the fairy lights are making them sparkle to an amber shade, pupils blown wide from the all the eating he had done.

“i’m going to fuck you until the sun rises,” he whispers against your mouth, quickly capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss, not giving a fuck that he can taste himself on your tongue.

you may not have understood what he said but with the way his hard cock twitched against your thigh, you know you’re not getting any wink of sleep tonight.

hinata straightens his body, sitting on his haunches as he grips the back of your knees and raises them until your feet are planted on the mat. he spreads your legs, baring your cunt to him as he licks his lips, watching you clench around nothing.

he fits his body between your legs, gripping your thighs and pushing them toward your chest. you wince at the stretch, your hands coming to support the back of your knees, keeping you wide and open for him.

“good girl,” he praises you, thumb reaching out and rubbing your puffy clit slowly. you whimper, spreading your legs wider to accommodate his body.

he holds his shaft with one hand, pumping it a few times before guiding it over your clenching hole. the tip of his cock teases the entrance of your pussy a few times before he slowly inserts his length.

“o-oh my god, s-shoyo!” you moan, biting your lip as his thick cock breaches past your tight muscle. no matter how many times you’ve taken him, his impressive girth will always leave you in a moaning and writhing mess.

“breathe, baby. that’s a good girl, you can take it,” he encourages you with his soothing and seductive voice, rubbing your thighs while he goes in, inch by inch. he finally bottoms out in your pussy and both of you cry out in pleasure.

“so fucking tight,” hinata moans, mumbling incoherently in japanese as he leans forward, arms on either side of your sweaty body. soft cries leave your mouth as your cunt clamps down on his throbbing cock.

hinata growls, fingers gripping the fabric of the mat as he starts to move, only the tip of his length inside of you before he thrusts back into your wet pussy.

“shoyo!” you whine when your body jolts with his heavy thrust, your hands tightening around your knees as he puts your ankles over his shoulders, the anklet he gave you dangling and shining under the dim yellow lights.

hinata leans towards you, folding you in half as he starts thrusting in and out of your glistening hole. your mouths are barely a hair’s breadth away from each other, breaths mingling as pleasured sounds come out from both of you.

your tits bounce on your chest as he his hips thrust into you heavily and harshly. unlike his speed when you see him play volleyball, hinata fucks you at a pace that may seem like torture to others but with how hard and heavy his thrusts are, it still makes your mind crazy with all the pleasure.

“h-harder, please! i need you to fuck me harder, s-shoyo!” you beg, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when he heeds your pleading, heavy balls slapping against your ass, babbling unintelligible words when his thick cock hits your sweet spot.

“yeah? you fucking love my cock, huh? when i get you drooling and moaning like a good girl?” he says directly into your ear, his voice akin to a whine as the rumble of his native language sends shivers throughout your jolting body.

hinata groans, picking up his pace when your pussy clamps down on him. his hips roll into you, the sounds of your skin slapping drowning out the music and laughter of the people down by the beach.

drool seeps from your mouth as your body moves and shakes along with his thrust, your legs trembling from his powerful and delicious thrusts. his name is the only thing falling from your mouth, eyes fluttering when he licks the saliva at the corner of your lips.

“want me to cum in this pussy? my pussy? gonna fill you up that it’s gonna drip everywhere,” he growls, thrusts becoming erratic and jerky the more his abdomen clenches from his approaching orgasm. he smirks devilishly, seeing his necklace sway over your bouncing tits as he fucks you harder and faster.

“i-i’m c-cumming, s-shoyo! oh my god—fuck!” you wail, screaming as his cock hits your sweet spot for the last time, sending you into an earth-shattering orgasm, toes curling as your body convulses and tight walls squeezing his thrusting cock.

hinata shouts your name as he cums, thrusting so hard that his cock teases the entrance of your cervix. his pulsing cock jerks and spills inside of you, coating your velvety walls with his thick and hot cum.

your ankles fall from his shoulders, jelly legs crashing on the sweaty mat as you breathe loudly, soft whimpers leaving your throat. you wince at the sticky feeling of your drenched clothing, nose scrunching cutely.

hinata laughs weakly, using the last vestiges of his strength and pulling it over your head, your naked body finally exposed to his eyes.

he groans, covering the entire expanse of your front when he drops to his elbows, resting his forward on yours, sweat dripping down his back as he kisses you languidly.

your shaking arms reach around his neck as your mouths move lazily against each other’s. your legs twitch when you feel your mixed juices leak from your pussy, sliding down to the crevice of your ass.

both of you freeze when you hear the door slam shut, footsteps crossing the room until a figure stops by the sliding door. you turn your heads to the intruder and you gasp when you recognize him—hinata’s pretty brunette friend.

“what do we have here?” he says smugly, crossing his arms against his chest as he stares at you hungrily. you’re frozen like a statue, eyes trained on him as hinata pays him no mind, cock twitching inside your pussy as he kisses along your neck.

oikawa kneels by your head, his knuckles caressing your sweaty cheek before his lilting voice purrs out a sentence that has you squirming and clenching around hinata in anticipation.

“have room for one more cock, princesa?”

[8:34 PM]

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pairing: bokuto koutarou x f!reader

summary: like any other couple wanting to have children, you were instructed by the elders of your village to summon a fertility god to bless you and your husband. too bad this god definitely has his own hidden agenda...

genre: smut, mythology au

warnings: 18+. noncon/dubcon, yandere themes, power tripping, possessive bo, cuckold (noncon), voyeurism (noncon), exhibitionism (noncon to dubcon), aphrodisiac, virginity loss, unprotected sex, breeding kink, corruption kink, size kink, cumflation, cumplay, creampie, facial, face-fucking, oral (f and m receiving), dirty talk, praise, degradation and gagging (not to you), nipple play, reverse cowgirl, doggy style, cockwarming, multiple orgasms, invisible hands, nipple clamps

word count: 8.3k

author’s note: for the haikyuu headquarters nsfw server collab! thank you for being such cool ppl and letting me join! (i promise the next piece i’m going to write for bo isn’t an au anymore HHH) (let me know if i missed any warnings) (MINORS DNI) 

º thank you so much for @meiansmistress and @vivianvampyric for beta reading and editing <33

[10:16 AM]

you feel nervous, but it’s expected. you’re about to attempt to summon a fertility god after all. 

you sit on your haunches, wringing your hands in your lap as you replay the conversation you and your husband had with the elders of your village a few nights ago.

“elder yamiji, what is his name? what does he look like?” you timidly asked the grey-haired man. he pushed his falling thin spectacles up his nose, sipping his steaming cup of tea. he set it down on the wooden table and his apprentice, a young girl named yukie, refilled the cup.

“he has gone by many names, my dear. the most recent was bokuto koutarou and it is said that he assumes the form of a pearly white unicorn,” the elder stated, making eye contact with you. you squeezed your husband’s hand, nervousness brewing in your body. even just talking about this god was already giving you the jitters.

elder yamiji cleared his throat and continued, “from the words of those who have had the luck to be graced in his presence, they said he transforms into a man. a man so riveting that they fall under an enamored trance once they lay their eyes on him.”

“he commands respect and nothing less, for he brings fortune and prosperity to those deserving,” he said, linking his hands together and pressing them flat on the table.

you shifted in your chair, body shivering at the elder’s story. his other apprentice, a doe-eyed girl named kaori, offered you a soft wooly blanket.

too engrossed in the elder’s story to notice the girl, your husband took it instead and quietly thanked her. he placed it around your shoulders and kissed the side of your head.

your focus was interrupted, however, when elder nekomata entered the receiving room you resided in and interrupted elder yamiji. the smaller, round-faced man smiled at you and your husband then proceeded to continue the story, as if elder nekomata was there the entire time.

“however, he doesn’t always come—for a god does what he wants—and he has to deem the couple worthy of his blessing,” elder nekomata said, sitting beside elder yamiji and pouring his own cup of tea.

“many moons ago, when a young couple—much like the two of you—wanted to bear children, they sought him,” he continued, giving you his undivided attention. you could feel yourself growing entranced once more, determined to soak up every word that fell from his mouth.

“to their delight, he materialized in a billow of light golden dust and spoke to them in a lilting and soothing voice.” you felt goosebumps rise on your arms at the small description of him.

is he so powerful that mentioning such a small aspect about him makes you tremble in reverence?

“they said he placed his hand on the woman’s womb and recited an incantation in the language of the old religion. one morn a fortnight later, the couple discovered that they were with child.”

gasps were heard all throughout the airy room—save for the elders and yours anyway, since your breath had already left the moment you sat down on the frayed chair of the receiving room.

you had no idea why you were reacting this way. naturally, anyone would be shell shocked and trembling whenever a god is being spoken about, but you felt different. like you had to hear each and every word the elders had to say.

“they were beside themselves with joy, of course. when the child was born, they doted on the babe like their lives depended on it. loved the child with all they had because she was a blessing given to them by the god,” elder yamiji continued, bushy brows furrowed and expression formed into a grimace.

you just brushed it off as his usual appearance, what with being the main elder and having to deal with most of the issues—if there ever were any—of your small and quaint village.

“but that was a long time ago. he has not come back since then, but the people never lose hope,” elder nekomata ended the story with a pointed look towards elder yamiji.

you chuckled to yourself. these two were always stepping on each other’s boots and it was comical to watch elder nekomata’s round face scrunch up in indignance while elder yamiji’s square jaw would clench in annoyance.

“h-how did they summon him?” your internal musings were interrupted by the soft questioning tone of your husband. if you had your wits about you, you would have asked the question. but you were still entranced, so you only hummed in agreement.

“no one knows the exact way to summon the god. all they did was offer him fruits and trinkets. he took them, but he made it clear that it was not a guarantee that it would always summon him,” elder yamiji explained matter-of-factly, wrinkled fingers lightly tapping on the table.

“he did not volunteer that particular information either and the couple did not dare question him. instead, they only vehemently thanked him. the only farewell he bid them was a gust of light golden dust,” elder nekomata finished, setting his empty cup down on the table.

all of you, including the apprentices, basked in the silence of the knowledge bestowed by the elders. you felt suffocated, in all honesty. not because of the overwhelming influx of information but because of restlessness.

if you were to describe it, you were itching to get out of there and summon the god without going through the proper process. you were about to jump out of the chair until your husband held your arms down.

“are you alright, honey?” he asked, worry swimming in his eyes. you stared at him, unable to answer him right away. to be honest, you don’t feel like yourself at all today. the girls looked concerned as well, bodies rigid and expressions wary because of your unusual behavior.

you were about to attempt to reply before elder yamiji interrupted.

“she’s most likely trying to absorb all the information we have given. fear not, it’s nothing to fret about,” he assured you both, calculating grey eyes studying you and your strange behavior.

“better to let all the doubts and nervousness out before you meet with the god—hopefully,” elder nekomata added, his once warm visage looking grave.

you would never understand these elders. once you gained your bearings, you and your husband stood up and bowed deeply, sincerely thanking the elders and apprentices for their time and hospitality.

you and your husband left the cottage and journeyed back to your own house, eyes twinkling while walking hand in hand.

present

you turn your head to the sound of rustling bushes and smile softly at the sight of a rabbit peeking out of the leaves. you beckon it towards you and your smile widens when it hops to you.

“come here, little one. are you hungry? i’ll give you some blueberries,” you coo at it, rummaging through the overflowing basket of fruits until you see the bunched blueberries and tear a couple of them.

“this is for the fertility god, but i guess he won’t mind if i give a few berries to you, hm?” you ask rhetorically, eyes crinkling in mirth when the rabbit’s little pink nose twitches and it eats the berries on your palm.

you pet the rabbit’s fur until it finishes eating, looking you straight in the eye as its nose twitches. you feel like it's telling you something with its red eyes, but it then hops back to the bushes, leaving you alone with your nervousness and thoughts once more.

you wipe your palms on your skirt with shaking hands, the hem swishing as you rise to your feet. you look around the foliage and notice that everything is brighter and more colorful.

the sun high in the sky is casting rays through the leaves of the trees. you sigh in contentment, eyes closing and inhaling deeply, relishing the fresh scent of dewy air.

“good on you for feeding the little creature, my lady,” a deep and melodic voice interrupts your flying thoughts. your head turns to the voice and you couldn’t help but let out a loud gasp at the man before you.

wait, no, not a man, but a god. you’re sure this is him—bokuto koutarou, as your elder said. he feels regal, and if you squint, you can see flecks of golden dust surrounding his body. fuck, his body.

your face feels warm as your eyes trail over his exposed abdomen, defined lines crossing his body until you reach the veins that led to his lower region.

your cheeks flush more as you observe the bulge that’s hidden by his worn black pants, letting out a squeak as you see it twitch.

your eyes immediately move up his torso—he’s so big—and you notice the shining gold necklace around his thick neck with a spiral pendant resting between the swells of his chest.

“like what you see, my lady?” his baritone voice muses, chest slightly vibrating as he chuckles. you gasp and immediately try to drop to your knees, bowing your head as you prepare to apologize profusely. before you can bend your legs, he catches you by your arms.

“there’s no need for that, my lady. i’m quite happy that i’m to your liking,” he says smoothly, his hand holding your chin and guiding your face until you’re eye to eye with him.

you feel your breath hitch. his round golden eyes bore into yours, pupils thinning into slits.

your eyes move on their own accord, studying his plump pink lips, strong nose, and thick eyebrows. you softly chuckle at the style of his hair, black at the roots with pointed, frosted tips.

his bright eyes beckon you back and you swear you’re seeing flashes. flashes of you under him, moaning and writhing as he drives into your tight virgin cunt again and again, large hands leaving bruises on your hips.

“so, why are you alone? where’s your husband?” his voice breaks you out of the visions. i’m a married woman...why did i envision that? you internally curse yourself, slightly rubbing your thighs together as you feel an unfamiliar ache in the lower pit of your stomach.

you’re married, yes, but you haven’t consummated your marriage. you chalked it up to your husband “waiting for the right time” but in truth, you just didn’t feel right about doing it with him. good thing your husband is a kind and understanding man.

“he’s out in the rice fields and i-i just felt that i should go alone. my conscience was whispering to me, to meet you alone—if ever you came, that is…” you trail off, shyly making eye contact with him again. he hums, looking deep in thought.

“good thing you listened to your conscience, my lady. i only appear when sweet virgins call for me,” he chuckles, snaking his arm around your waist. he leans towards you and nuzzles his cheek against yours. you can’t see it, but his eyes hardened at the mere mention of your husband.

you gasp at the skinship—this god is touchy. your body melts into his, sighing at his warmth and intoxicating scent of fresh rain and fruits...?

your eyes widen at the floating basket of fruits beside you. the god, bokuto, pulls away from you, albeit reluctantly. his arm is still around you, humming a tune as he rummages through the array of fruits. he plucks a bright red strawberry, placing the slightly damp fruit in front of your lips.

“let me?” he says shyly, round golden eyes beaming with child-like hope. your cheeks flush—you’re supposed to be the one serving him, not the other way around. you’re about to interject until he presses the strawberry on your mouth, parting your lips.

“the lady always gets her fill first,” he says as he slowly licks his bottom lip. you oblige quickly, closing your eyes as you moan at the taste of the fruit spreading in your mouth. bokuto’s eyes darken at the sound, making his cock twitch under the thin fabric of his pants.

you moan louder, unconsciously rubbing yourself on his front, the heat emanating from his cock making slick fall from your pussy. after you swallow the remnants of the fruit, you open your eyes and there’s a certain fogginess in them before it clears.

bokuto smirks, confident that you have no idea that you rubbed yourself on him like a bitch in heat. that was just an appetizer and besides, he’s a patient man. he’s been waiting decades for you, what more is a few hours?

his smirk turns into a smile, the gold dust around him becoming more potent, brighter. he straightens your body and studies you from head to toe. his cock twitches again, excited that he’s so close to having you.

while you’re still recovering from his magic, he takes the opportunity to lean down and boldly kiss you on the corner of your lips. the action makes you softly shake your head, shedding the trance he put you under.

he steps a few feet away from you, golden dust swirling around his feet until it covers his entire body. you squint and cover your eyes at the brightness. you marvel at how the birds seem to be singing a lively tune while he transforms into his animal counterpart, a unicorn.  

the brightness dims and you bring your hands down. you gasp at what you see—the tales did not do him justice.

your eyes widen at the shining white unicorn before you, his horn tinged with gold and his eyes just as round and golden in his human form.

his silky white mane flows freely, as if there’s always wind around him. he bends his legs as his body slowly descends to the ground, specks of gold dust flickering around him.

you hear his voice in your head, as soothing and melodic as before. your body warms at the caress of his voice in your mind and you feel your knees buckle.

“ride astride back, my lady. i believe your husband is done with his duties. it is time for me to bless your womb with a child.”  

after the couple left…

“we should’ve told them the real story, yamiji,” elder nekomata lamented, sighing because he knew it would be a futile attempt anyway.

“that wretched god would have taken the life of the earth our entire village is standing on if i so much as breathed a word of his true intentions,” elder yamiji grunted, hands gripping the edge of the table.

“you know as well as i do that not only can he give life, but he can also take it,” he intoned, sighing in defeat as he flattened his hands on the jagged surface.

both elders heard two sets of gasps, making them raise their heads as they turned to the young girls peeking out from the corner of the door.

elder yamiji sighed while elder nekomata beckoned them over. the girls timidly walked to the table, huddling together on the bench as their wide and questioning eyes looked at the elders.

“my children, the story we told was only a half-truth,” elder yamiji started, running a wrinkled hand down his face as he looked at the girls.

“indeed. the god blessed the couple and gave them a babe—but it was the god that sought them. however, he did not tell them why he did so,” elder nekomata continued, picking at the chipping paint of his bracelet.

“what we also did not divulge was the dreadful promise the god laid out. he declared that when their child became of age, he would come back and claim what is his,” elder yamiji spat out, the knowledge of what he knew was a bitter taste on his tongue.

“s-so the woman—?” kaori stuttered, hand squeezing yukie’s out of fear and nervousness.

“that child is the woman that just walked out that door,” elder yamiji revealed, causing the girls to cover their mouths in a gasp.

“b-but she has a husband! the god must respect that! does she know that she is the child?!” yukie exclaimed indignantly, contempt filling her body at the revelation.

“unfortunately, he is a god. there is nothing we can do—and my child, do you think she would have come here, asking about him, if she knew she was the one the god was after?” elder nekomata asked rhetorically, his mouth turned up into a sardonic smile.

“w-what happened to her parents then?” kaori asked in a whisper.

“one night—without telling the true nature of their departure—they left their babe in the care of their neighbours,” elder yamiji said with a faraway look in his dark eyes.

“they travelled to another village in order to learn more about him—to find a way to escape his promise. sadly, they met their demise in the form of an unknown sickness on their travels,” he ended the grim story, eyes shadowed in what the girls saw as sorrow and grief.

“they risked the wrath of the god and paid the ultimate price—their lives,” elder nekomata sighed, feeling the same pain and anguish as elder yamiji.

“no one knows the real story—except for us elders—for the god left a letter on this very table the morning after,” elder yamiji gritted out, eyes glaring at a certain spot on the table.

“it said, ‘try to interfere again and i will make sure the ground swallows your village whole, save for her.’” he said in a chilling voice, making the girls shiver where they sat huddled against each other.

“a god is not one to be trifled with, my children. especially one that is possessive and obsessed like him,” elder nekomata ended, sending all occupants on the table into a long silence.

silence that the two elders hated, because they now realized that he was finally going to come for her.

you sit astride bokuto’s back—shivering at the thought of saying his name in your head—his long legs trotting along the forest until you leave and you see the cottages of your village.

you giggle as bokuto picks up the pace, making you slightly bounce on his back. the golden dust surrounding you shimmers even more as it shows his excitement.

before you know it, you’re walking up the path leading to your cottage, smoke rising up from the chimney. your husband is probably cooking lunch and you hope he doesn’t embarrass himself in front of bokuto.

you’re too busy enjoying bokuto’s little magic tricks to notice that there is nobody outside of their homes. granted, it’s midday but there are always a few stragglers hanging around. this time, it’s like they knew a deity was coming. a deity with deviant intentions.

his large equine form stops in front of the steps leading to your door, body bending down so you can step off his back. you stand on the ground with wobbly legs, wincing as you felt slick gush out of your pussy. what the hell? you wonder in your head, face flushing in embarrassment.

bokuto’s golden dust swirls arounds him once more, turning into his ravishing and devilish human form. your cheeks warm once you see his beautiful and fit body again. he really is a god, you affirm in your head.

your hungry eyes rake over his naked torso as you unconsciously bite your lower lip and rub your thighs together. the ache in your lower belly only becomes more uncomfortable.

he smiles at you, mischief swimming in his eyes. his black and silver hair sways in the wind as the midday sun makes his tanned skin glow brighter. he sticks out his thick arm for you to hold, ever the gentleman.

“shall we?” he says, eyes darkening once he hears your husband murmuring to himself and rustling around your house.

you don’t notice bokuto’s change in demeanor because you are too entranced by the way his golden eyes glow, the dust surrounding him becoming brighter.

your head feels light as you enter through the door, arm in arm with bokuto. your house isn’t much but it’s small and homey, and bokuto’s larger-than-life presence makes your cottage look smaller than it already is.

so it really isn’t a surprise when you hear the clangor of pots falling to the floor accompanied by the surprised gasp of your husband.

“h-honey w-who’s this man?” your husband asks nervously, sweat building up on his brow. bokuto smiles brightly, eyes hard and body rigid.

“i think you know who i am,” bokuto says smugly, bare chest puffing out in pride. your husband is no small man, but in the presence of bokuto? who’s an actual god? he might as well be an ant under his boots.

“how did my wife summon you?” your husband asks skeptically, not missing the way bokuto’s jaw clenches when he calls you his wife. your head finally comes down from the clouds and you answer your husband before bokuto can fling him out the window from anger.

“he said he only appears when maidens call for him!” you say enthusiastically, eyes round as you look at bokuto, making the bigger man smile affectionately at you.

your husband raises his eyebrow at your very friendly interaction while a pressing question rises at the back of his mind.

“maiden? but you’re marr—oh,” your husband interjects, stopping himself when he realises what bokuto meant by maiden. he almost forgot that you’re still pure, untouched by any man.

bokuto feels his muscles tense and coil, itching to use his magic to bury your husband alive, but he controls himself. he’d rather your husband watch what he’s going to do to you.

he’ll teach your husband a lesson about knowing his place. and that place is nowhere near you and your body.

bokuto uses his magic to teleport all three of you to your shared modest bedroom. you and your husband gasp at the sudden change in setting while bokuto stares you down, golden eyes glinting like a predator.

he watches the slow rise and fall of your chest, his sharp vision focusing on your pebbling nipples under the fabric of your vest.

he smirks at the way your body knows it belongs to him.

“w-what’s going on?” you question timidly, head swimming with confusing emotions. your body feels hot, like you want to rip your clothes off and rub yourself on the nearest warm body, that body being bokuto’s.

“i’ve waited so long for you, my love,” bokuto says in his melodic voice, somehow deeper and more sensual. he walks towards you, not minding the presence of your stupid husband.

“what the hell are you saying? you—!” your husband exclaims, but he’s unable to finish his interjection because bokuto flicks his wrist.

your husband grunts in pain as he suddenly finds his entire body bound and incapacitated to the chair. he wiggles and thrashes against the bonds of cloth tied around him, but to no avail.

“why are you doing this?!” your husband shouts, shaking himself and the rickety chair as he tries to spring free.

bokuto scoffs, offended that this scum would dare step out of line by questioning him. what’s even worse is that this roach is interrupting his precious time with you.    

“don’t you remember what your wise elder said? a god does what he wants,” bokuto sneers, gold eyes flashing in contempt.

“it just so happens that this god wants to claim what is his.” his voice is deep and seductive as he finally turns his attention back to you.

you watch the entire exchange without caring that your husband is tied to the chair and struggling. your mind is too muddled with the golden dust to care about that obvious pressing matter. why don’t you care that bokuto restrained your husband?

when bokuto’s round eyes land on you, you instinctively whimper and rub your thighs together. your body feels hotter the longer he keeps himself away from you.  

bokuto smirks at your neediness. your body and brain is filled with only one thing in mind and that is the sweet feeling of release. release that only he can give.

“i think it’s time for you to be quiet,” bokuto growls, flicking his wrist once more. your husband’s cries and shouts of indignance are silenced by the cloth that gags him. he casts a silencing spell so that no sound can come out of his mouth, no matter how much he yells through the fabric.

his eyes widen as he watches bokuto stalk towards your surprisingly upright body. he struggles even further but the bonds only squeeze around his body more.

he’s hoping that you’ll snap out of the trance the god put you under, but it seems like there’s no way of snapping you out of it.

“your body feels hot, doesn't it? it’s calling for me, my love, let me help you. only i can relieve the heat,” bokuto purrs, large hand cupping your cheek. you softly moan at his touch, nuzzling your cheek into his palm.

he wraps his thick arm around your waist and you sink into him. you lay your palms flat on his warm chest, fingers curling against his hot skin.

“p-please, bokuto. my body f-feels so hot! touch me,” you beg, rubbing your aching body against his. he smirks and not wasting any more precious time, his lips meet yours. you moan into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck.

his lips are so soft, greatly contrasting the hard lines and planes of his body. you whimper as he licks your bottom lip, tongue slipping between your joined mouths and massaging your own.

you’ve never kissed any man like this before, not even your husband.

said husband watches in pain as you kiss the bastard god wantonly, whimpers and moans coming out of your throat. his chest fills with disgust as he’s forced to listen to the lewd clicking sounds of lips connecting. his teary eyes widen as you hike up your skirt-covered leg on bokuto’s hip.

bokuto groans as he feels the heat of your pussy directly on his throbbing cock. he knows what you’re silently asking for, his roaming hands going down to grab the back of your thighs and swiftly lifting you in his arms.

you moan loudly into his mouth at the new position. you’re now eye-to-eye with him which makes kissing him easier. so close yet so far. there’s too much fabric between your bodies for you to feel any sort of relief.  

like he read your mind, bokuto begins pawing away at your clothes, eager to remove the pesky fabric that’s separating your soft and supple body from him.

you’re too busy drowning in the taste of his lips to question how exactly he is tearing at your clothes while simultaneously squeezing your ass.

another one of his little tricks, bokuto conjures phantom hands—hands that are shaped eerily similar to his—to do the work of removing your clothes.

the worn fabric tears at the seams and soon your heated body is exposed to him. you moan as your dripping cunt leaves a damp spot on the crotch of his pants while he rolls your hips on his covered dick.

“i need you, please,” you whimper, pulling away from his lips to get some air. your breaths mingle as you lay your forehead on his.

“i’m here, my love,” bokuto coos, pecking your lips a few times. you feel your hard nipples rub against his chest and your inner thighs are coated with your slick, unused to the wetness and throbbing ache in your lower abdomen.  

meanwhile, your dejected husband watches you, eyes wide as he stares at your naked body for the first time. bokuto feels his eyes on you and swiftly turns his head to your husband.

he growls threateningly, the sound reverberating through his solid chest, causing more slick to flow from your pussy and a soft mewl from your lips. he sounds so primal, so possessive.

“don’t fucking look at her like that, bastard. be grateful i’m even allowing your scumbag eyes to see her bare body,” bokuto snarls, squeezing your body closer to his heated torso.

your frantic husband looks to you, hoping that you’ve come to your senses, but to his horror, he finds you glaring at him.

your narrowed eyes quickly flutter as you feel bokuto’s warm lips suck and kiss the sensitive skin of your neck, clearly tormenting your husband while he walks to the bed that’s in the middle of the room. before he can set your naked and aching body down, he stops short and scrutinizes the state of it.

“your husband was planning to desecrate your divine body on this rickety bed? well that just won’t do,” he says as he shakes his head, making you giggle and nuzzle your head at the crook of his neck.

he chuckles and whispers a few words under his breath, transforming the once shoddy bed into a four-poster bed, complete with a tulle canopy the same shade as his magic dust.

you gasp at the extravagance, eyes wide as you realize that not only did he change the bed, but also the size and interior of the room. his eyes crinkle at the sides, happy that you’re amazed by something that he did for you.

“only the best for you, my love,” he whispers, looking smugly at your disheveled husband. bokuto gently sets you down on the plush bed, pushing you flat on your back. his golden eyes dilate as he studies your body, memorizing every dip and curve.

“you’re so beautiful. you have the body and face of a goddess,” he says in awe, large hands spreading your legs. your face warms at the wet sounds it makes at the separation.

“perfect pussy too,” bokuto groans, spreading your legs even further to fit his large body between them. you gulp at the large bulge between his legs, his cock tenting the fabric. he sees where your eyes are and he slightly shakes his head. not yet.

he places his hands on either side of you, large body looming over yours as he kisses you once more. he can’t help but give an experimental roll of his hips, causing the both of you to moan at the stimulation.

as if on instinct, you grind your wet cunt on his clothed cock and you throw your head back, moaning loudly at the jolt of heat it sends straight into you.

bokuto takes this opportunity to shift your bodies until your husband has the perfect view of the both of you. he catches the eye of the shaking man, as if to say watch and learn.

bokuto focuses on you once more, eyes zeroing in on your slightly bouncing tits as your chest rises and falls. he can’t help but palm both of them, moaning at the softness and warmth of it.

you cry out at the heat of his hands. he relishes the sweet sound you made, fingers teasing your nipples and rubbing them between his thumb and index fingers.

“that feels so good, bokuto—fuck!” you mewl, teeth biting your bottom lip as you squeeze both of his wrists. you feel wetness trickle out of your pussy the more his skilled fingers play with your nipples.

“look at your breasts, they’re so lovely,” he groans, one hand stopping its ministrations on your nipple as his mouth replaces it and sucks the hardened tip with a lewd slurp. you whine and buck your hips at the swift movements of his tongue.

“can’t wait for them to be filled with milk for our child,” he says as he pulls away. you whimper at the loss of his mouth but he quickly returns to swirl his tongue around the tip. you yelp and your hand goes to tug his hair when he bites and pinches your nipples at the same time.

“b-bokuto please, i-i need more!” you whine, body on fire while your pussy gushes and clenches around nothing.

your husband winces when he hears your whine, his pride and ego shattering—what’s left of it anyway—the moment you beg another man to pleasure you.

meanwhile, bokuto’s own pride and ego rises as he watches your pleading eyes and shaking body beg for him. his throbbing cock twitches in his pants, ready to stretch your virgin pussy wide open.

no matter how much he wants to fold your body in half and pound you into oblivion, he knows you’re not yet ready to take his fat cock. besides, he’s been dying to taste your pussy the moment he saw you in his forest.

“soon, my love. your virgin cunt isn’t ready to take my cock yet,” he says with a devilish smile, head rising from your breasts as he kisses a path down your sensitive body.

he finds himself kneeling on the floor while he drags your body down the silky sheets to the edge of the bed. he places his large hands on the back of your thighs and spreads your legs, baring your aching pussy to the two lone occupants of the room.

your husband chokes on his gag when he sees a trail of slick fall from your pussy down to the curve of your ass. bokuto sees it too and he wastes no time in ducking his head and licking the trail, tongue slurping as he licks your slit.

you cry out at the stimulation, hands flying to his silver-black hair and tugging at the strands. nothing has touched your pussy before—aside from your experimenting fingers.

but his tongue. it makes pleasure spread through your body like wildfire and you can’t help but push his head further between your legs.

he groans into your pussy, your scent invading his senses. his tongue quickly finds your clit and sucks it into the damp heat of his mouth. your eyes close as your back arches, squealing at the onslaught of pleasure coursing through you.

“your pussy tastes so sweet, love. as sweet as the strawberry you ate,” he says in your mind, too busy slurping and sucking away at your sopping cunt and swollen clit to lift his head.

the sounds coming from down there are so obscene that your face heats in embarrassment and you move your arm to cover your lewd expression. you aren’t able to, however, because his smoky phantom hands reappear and hold your hands down on his hair.

“don’t cover your beautiful face, my love. let him see how good i’m making you feel,” bokuto orders you, hands squeezing your thighs. your eyes immediately open and land on your crying and shaking husband.

whatever love you felt for the poor man is gone and replaced by the pleasure and passion bokuto is giving you.

your dilated eyes are unseeing as you maintain eye contact with him, mouth falling open as you shake off the phantom hands holding yours. you place your arms on the silky sheets, bunching them between your fingers.

you moan loudly and throw your head back as you roll your hips, riding bokuto’s face with reckless abandon. bokuto moans into your pussy, his lips and tongue licking and sucking your puffy clit.

“bokuto, fuck!” you let out a high-pitched scream when his teeth gently nips at the bud. he chuckles and continues to bite it more. your legs start trembling and the knot in your lower abdomen is so tight that it can snap at any moment.

“i know you’re close, my love. let go, that’s it. cum for me,” he coos, willing your eyes to meet his glowing golden ones. once your eyes connect, the tight knot in your stomach snaps and you gush all over his waiting mouth.

you scream and blabber incoherently as your entire body shakes, toes curling from the intense orgasm—the first orgasm of your life. bokuto groans as he swallows all your juices, licking everything that’s leaking out of your cunt.

your throat strains at the soft moans coming out of your mouth. your clit is throbbing from the pleasure and it hurts, but it hurts so fucking good that tears form at the corner of your eyes.

your husband is tearing up too, but certainly not from pleasure as he watches another man make you cum. bokuto feels his pain and torment and he never felt so godly.

he’s then reminded of his neglected cock and he hisses at the pain and heaviness. he rises from his kneeling position and stands in front of your sweaty form, ripping his pants off his body.

you’re still recovering from your orgasm but once you see his cock, your breathing practically stops and your pussy clenches. you’ve seen one in books before, albeit poorly drawn and certainly not as realistic as the one you’re seeing now.

however, even if the one you saw was drawn with artist hands, it still wouldn’t have prepared you at all.

bokuto’s long and thick cock twitches against his abdomen. your mouth is agape as your eyes follow the white pearl fall from the glistening tip, running down on the single vein on his shaft. you shiver, worrying if he’s even going to fit inside your cunt.

that isn’t all. you didn’t know it was possible, but the tip is adorned with a golden ring. it shines in the dim light of the room and you gulp in nervousness, intimidated at the jewelry.  

bokuto holds the base of his cock and slowly strokes his shaft, groaning as his sharp eyes watch your reaction. his plump lips part, pants coming out of his mouth as his hand makes that schlick schlick sound.

“not now, my love—shit—the first time i’m going to fuck your pussy is with my bare cock,” he says out loud, and you sigh at his voice. he sounds wonderful in your head, but nothing beats hearing his deep voice ring in your ears.

he chuckles, then groans as his cock twitches, the veins in his neck straining. he waves his free hand over his dick, golden dust swirling around the accessory until it disappears.

you’re about to sigh in disappointment until you squeal at the chime of bells. you thought he made the ring vanish but as it turns out, he just changed it into a chain with clamps.

clamps that are now attached to and pinching your nipples.

not only that, but there’s a third chain leading down your stomach and you discover that it’s a replica of the spiral pendant in his necklace. the pendant rests above your pubic bone, swaying slightly.

by this point, your husband has stopped struggling and thrashing. the broken shell of a man stares dejectedly at you, eyes drooping.

he’s tried numerous times to close his eyes as a small reprieve to not see what’s happening, but whatever spell bokuto chanted, he can’t close them. instead, everything is burned in his memory.

meanwhile, bokuto’s head is thrown back, eyes shut as his hand strokes his cock at a rapid speed. his white essence spills all over his moving hand, hissing at the stimulation he’s experiencing.

you’ve heard the village girls giggle about it before, talking about pleasuring a man’s cock using their mouth, and you decide that you want to do it to bokuto as well—even though you’ve never done the lewd act before.

bokuto’s knees hit the bed as he kneels on the mattress. grunts leave his gritted teeth, watching his pre-cum stain the bedding. you catch him by surprise when you get on all fours, the tiny bells on your nipples jingling as you position yourself.

you look up at him with innocent doe eyes, your flushed and sweaty cheeks stretching as you open your mouth and stick your tongue out in invitation.

use my mouth, bokuto, your eyes say. he lets out a sound akin to a whine before he removes his sticky hand and tugs on your strands, bringing your head in front of his dick.

he wastes no time in plunging his aching cock into your waiting mouth, hitting the back of your throat. you gag and choke around his dick, saliva seeping from the sides of your lips but you don’t want him to stop.

he makes a sound and you can tell that he’s about to pull away, but you make eye contact and moan around his cock, tongue licking the underside of his shaft.

keep going, i can take it, you say in your mind, hoping he can hear it. he does, because he smiles at you and continues thrusting in and out of your mouth. he doesn’t break eye contact, too entranced with the way your mouth has no problem taking all of his length.

he’s close to cumming, feeling that familiar tug in his abdomen and tightness in his balls. a mixture of groans and hisses fall from his lips, his hands tugging at your hair as his hips thrust erratically.

you whimper both in pain and pleasure. tears falling from your eyes and mixing with the saliva on his thrusting cock. your cunt gushes with how sloppy and messy cock-sucking is.

your body shakes with his thrusts, making the clamps tug on your nipples. you moan, the vibrations from your mouth sending bokuto into completion, spilling his hot cum down your throat. he moans your name loudly, throwing his head back.

he quickly pulls his cock out of your mouth and releases his cum on your face. he holds your shoulders and pushes you on your back, spraying the rest all over the front of your body. you moan at the lewdness of it all, eyes squeezing shut and legs trembling at the heat of his essence.

you moan at the sticky and thick feeling of his cum, shaking hands spreading it on your stomach and aching tits like it’s pomade, staining the pendant and clamps.

you become even more aroused as his essence fills your senses. you’re moaning and whimpering the whole time, so pleasured by being stained with his cum.

he’s studying you intently, hand stroking his still hard cock. you look at him with half-lidded eyes as you drag a trail of his cum from your stomach down to your pussy to play with yourself.

“that’s right, my love. smear my cum on your cunt,” he encourages you, head turning to your husband. his eyes sparkle with delight when he sees how pale and weak he looks.

“show it to your husband, let him see whose cum is making you mad with desire,” he mocks him further, eyes thinning into slits.

bokuto stands to his full height and he reaches down to lift you in his arms, switching your bodies until he’s the one sitting on the edge of the bed.

he maneuvers your sweaty and sticky body, the chains and bells rattling as he positions your back to his front. your ass rests on his lap and the heat of his dick is scorching against the curve of your ass.

his hands—along with the smoky ones—caress and knead your cum-stained skin, and he swears he could study your body for hours, waiting until he sinks himself in between the softness of your thighs—but not right now.

his real, golden-skinned fingers find the back of your thighs and he folds them to your chest, then spreads them wide.

you yelp, hands finding purchase on the sheets as you become slightly unbalanced, bells tinkling and pendant swaying.

“it’s a good thing you stayed a virgin, my love. wouldn’t want your pretty pussy to be soiled by some measly human cock,” he leans down to whisper in your ear, looking straight at your husband and smirking. you moan in agreement, head resting on his shoulder.

“least of all that fool right there who thinks he can take what’s mine,” bokuto growls, biting your earlobe and making you whimper in pleasure.

you mewl as the phantom hands play with your pussy, separating the folds of your lower lips and showing your husband just how pink you are inside, silently telling him that he’ll never get any piece of you.

bokuto drops your legs to the floor as the invisible hands move to your clamps, playing with the clasps and making you squeal and arch your back against his leaking cock.

he leans back, hands on either side of him as the smoky ones take hold of your hips and carry you over to his dick, making you hover over it.

a stool materializes out of thin air and you put your shaking hands on it for leverage as you look ahead, nervous to see how bokuto’s cock will split your pussy.

the phantom hands softly move your hips, grinding your clit on the tip of bokuto’s dick—making the both of you sigh in pleasure.

it then positions your dripping hole over the head and slowly, slowly drags you down his shaft until you’re sitting on his lap with his fat cock inside of you. you slightly whimper in pain and scratch the stool because of the stretch.

“shhh, it’s okay, my love. you can take it, your pussy is made for me, remember?” bokuto reminds you softly, voice straining as he stops himself from thrusting up into your pulsing cunt.

you pant heavily as his large hand massages your ass. you turn back to him and softly nod your head. the phantom hands quickly return to your hips, lifting you up until you’re hovering over his dick once more.

the hands disappear, letting gravity do its job and you fall directly onto his cock, making bokuto bottom out before you could even blink.

bokuto groans out expletives as he clenches his fists on the sheets while you scream and keen at the sudden thrust of his cock inside of you.

this time, it’s bokuto’s real hands that find purchase on your hips and like a rope that snaps when it’s been coiled for so long, he loses half of his control and starts bouncing you on his cock.

“your pussy’s worth waiting decades for. so hot, so tight around me—fuck,” he whines, the sound of your moans and whimpers—along with the slapping of skin—is music to his ears.

“f–faster bokuto, please!” you beg, face contorting into pleasure as his thick cock stretches and fills your clenching pussy.

your eyes roll into the back of your head when he bounces you faster on his cock, your shame long gone as you let moans and whines freely fall from your lips.

“no one can fuck you better than me, my love. always remember that,” he growls, hands squeezing your hips so hard that it will definitely leave bruises.

bokuto stands from the bed, never stopping his deep thrusts. you yelp as your feet hit the floor. you balance yourself on the stool, legs trembling as he pushes your back down to form an arch.

“you want a baby, right?” he asks rhetorically, voice deepening as he thrusts faster and harder. your high-pitched moans and ringing bells form their own tune as his hips increase in speed and strength.

“well, let me give you one, my love. let me fill you with my seed,” he grates, voice guttural as his muscles tighten, signalling his approaching orgasm.

you would reply, but at this point all you can scream out is his name and unintelligible words. the phantom hands make their appearance once more, pinching the clamps on your nipples.

“bokuto!” you arch your back as you scream his name. coupled with his sloppy and practically inhuman thrusts, you cum long and hard around his throbbing cock. you don’t see it yet but the spiral pendant that’s hanging from the chain starts to glow brightly, illuminating your body.

bokuto follows suit, growling like an animal with his head thrown back as he pulls your shaking body on his cock, thrusting so hard and deep that his cock teases the entrance of your cervix.

you whimper when you duck your head and see your cum-stained stomach pooch with how much hot cum he’s spilling inside of you.

so much that you see the mixed juices escape your battered pussy. you watch in amazement as it leaves a white trail on the inside of your legs. some directly drips from your hole, staining the floor even more.

“s-so m-much c-cum,” you stutter, legs just about ready to give out but his shaking arms catch your form. you squeal as he lets the both of you fall back onto the bed, making your connected and sweaty bodies bounce on the soft sheets.

“well, i am a fertility god,” he chuckles weakly, chest rising and falling rapidly as he chases his breaths.

it’s the best orgasm of his life and that’s saying something because he’s had plenty—owing to the pretty long life he has lived on this earth.

meanwhile, your husband’s head is hung low. he lost consciousness a while ago because his poor heart couldn’t withstand the suffering and agony of watching you get brainwashed and fucked silly by a deranged god.

“you’re never leaving me,” bokuto says in your mind after a few minutes of rubbing your inflated lower abdomen that’s sticky with his dried cum. the action causes more cum to trickle out of your pussy and around his cock, dripping down to his balls and then the sheets.

his words are laced with subtle paranoia—he’d do anything for you to stay by his side, not caring who or what has to disappear for that to happen.

you whine softly when you feel his cock twitch inside of you, your eyes threatening to close as the exhaustion finally catches up to you.

your half-opened eyes see his golden dust fly around the room and before you succumb to sleep on top of him, you ask yourself one thing.

why would you ever want to leave him?

[2:06 PM]

@tetsurouskuro​ @rosesandtoshi​ @kurinoot

[kurosukii]

𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝

pairing: oikawa tooru x f!reader

summary: your university has an official sex ed club and because you’re curious and desperate, you enlist their services and choose a guy who you think can satisfy your fantasies.

genre: college au, sex ed au

warnings: 18+. bondage (shibari), traffic light system, sex work (technically), protected sex, rope play, multiple orgasms, dry humping, dirty talk, masturbation, oral (f receiving), nipple play, fingering, slight biting, pet names, finger sucking, overstimulation, praise, aftercare

word count: 8.3k

author’s note: for @hqintheclub​ server collab! thanks for letting me join! this was really phew to write,,, (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI)

º thank you so much to @meiansmistress​ (FR😭♥️) and @miyans​ for beta reading and editing! <33

[6:17 PM]

you are by no means a virgin, but you haven’t exactly explored the kinkier and more “taboo” practices of the sexual spectrum.

which is why you’re currently biting your lip while bobbing your leg up and down on the couch in the waiting area of your university’s famed sex ed club.

you were already nervous when you conducted official business in the club room at the main building of the school, getting everything sorted out before you went to their clubhouse.

which only intimidated you more because as it turns out, they are the only club in the university that has their own house on campus.

you of course knew of their existence, but you didn't exactly expect that you’d find yourself waiting for your name to be called so that you could be escorted by one of their esteemed members.

oikawa tooru. the thought of his name alone sends tingles down your spine. you know him, or more specifically, you know of his reputation. it’s nothing bad, but it’s enough for you to haphazardly sling your bag over your shoulder and sprint out of the reception, leaving flying dust in your wake.

deemed as “chairperson” of the club, he’s third in command and that in itself is already nerve wracking for you. imagine your reaction when the rumors proved to be true—that he’s the one in charge of guiding and teaching the new members.

teaching what exactly? apparently the art of sex and pleasure—women’s pleasure, to be exact.

it can definitely be safe to assume that this man knows exactly what he’s doing in the bedroom and excelsat it too, if the testimonies of wide-eyed and glowing students were to be trusted.

truth be told, you were skeptical about the whole thing—especially of their unofficial motto of making sure their partners cum at least twice—because what the fuck do college students know about sex and pleasure?

even so, there’s still that small glimmer of hope inside of you that this club walks the walk and talks the talk. you’re definitely hoping that after fooling around him, there will be no doubt that you’ll leave the house satisfied and satiated.

one of the starry-eyed volunteers for the club calls your name and  you jump in your seat, wincing when your knee bumps against the low coffee table before you finally notice two people sitting on the other couch across from you.

your eyes land on a tall and lithe figure, long legs crossed at the ankles as he sprawls lazily on the couch, almost taking up the entire space. it’s him.

his twinkling brown eyes boldly check you out and he hums quietly to himself, stretching his long arms on the back of the couch. the girl who called you clears her throat, clearly flustered by the man that’s casually playing with the strands of hair on her shoulder.

she calls for your attention once more, asking you for the necessary information to move the process along. seriously, their super organized and formal system makes you feel like this is a doctor’s appointment, not a—for lack of a better term—dick appointment.

oikawa only stares at you while you converse with the volunteer, calculating eyes scrutinising every inch of you with a small smile tugging at his pink lips.

you fidget, your nervousness manifesting in the way you play with your fingers. oikawa leans forward, reaching out one large and calloused hand across the table, boldly taking yours.

you gulp as you bow your head, thanking her before she stands and disappears down the hallway, leaving you alone with him. well, not necessarily alone, since there are people milling about, eyes sneaking glances at the both of you.

his six-foot-something body stands up and rounds the table to where you’re sitting, gesturing for you to stand up as well. you follow him and your cheeks burn when he bows, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing each of your knuckles.

“oikawa tooru, at your service,” he says, his musical voice soothing to your ears. your cheeks burn even more, flustered at the suave and gentlemanly gesture.

“h-hello, o-oikawa-san,” you stutter, heart racing a mile a minute. you know it’s too early to say, but his aura and body language alone are enough to squash out the doubts you ever had of him satisfying you.

“call me tooru, pretty girl. i know it will definitely sound good coming from those luscious lips,” he teases, voice deepening as he winks at you.

you let out a tiny noise and he chuckles, tugging your hand and making way for the stairs that lead to the upper floors of the house.

you’re too busy having an internal turmoil to notice the other newer members and stragglers observing the two of you, eyes narrowed with envy.

“why does oikawa-san always get the prettiest girls?” one of the new recruits grumbles, eyes following your form. akaashi—the club’s treasurer—makes a noncommittal sound as he scrolls through the list of club expenses over the last month.

“they go to him because he’s good at what he does,” he says, sighing loudly when he sees how many unnecessary things bokuto had charged on the card.

as you ascend up the stairs, you unconsciously squeeze oikawa’s hand, mind racing as you rack up all the information you’ve got on him, both official and unofficial. you gulp as you remember the things stated on his file.

oikawa is one of our most versatile members. unselfish with his knowledge through years of experience, he’s been a valuable asset to the club and wholeheartedly guides our newest members. he has a taste for the more complex and intricate forms of pleasure, stating that bondage (specifically shibari) is his favorite among his sexual repertoire.

you recall that you paused after reading that paragraph, cheeks flaming in embarrassment about how they so casually talked about oikawa’s sexual preferences as if they were advertising a new variation of milk bread.

you’re shaken out of your musings, still hand in hand with oikawa, when you hear a smooth lilting voice greet him as you stand in the hallway of the third floor.

you see two lithe bodies walking towards you, one taller than the other. you vaguely recognize the shorter gray haired man as kita shinsuke and the taller black haired one as kuroo tetsurou. your throat dries when you remember who they are—the president and vice president of the club.

the two men now stand before you and oikawa grins, not letting go of your hand as he and kuroo clap each other on the back. he nods respectfully to kita, and kita returns the gesture.

their eyes are now focused on you, shamelessly inspecting you from head to toe, as if assessing if you are worthy of their chairperson’s services.

you squirm under their intense scrutiny, oikawa notices your nervousness and he gently squeezes your hand in reassurance. kita then nods to himself and surprisingly smiles at you, his lips slightly turning at the corners.

kita then walks away from the both of you, leaving kuroo behind. the said man smirks when your eyes land on him and he slowly walks towards your slightly shaking form. he leans towards you, his smoky scent invading your senses as oikawa observes your reaction.

“he’ll take good care of you,” kuroo whispers, honey eyes glinting with mischief as he straightens his body and follows kita down the stairs without another word or glance behind him.

“that’s enough of a detour,. shall we?” oikawa asks, gesturing further down the hall as he tugs your hand. your frozen feet slowly move, each step heavy as you walk side by side.

your cheeks burn and you duck your head as you pass by the closed doors, the unmistakable muffled sounds of pleasure coming through them.

oikawa’s unfazed and why wouldn’t he be? he hears it 24/7 and you know damn well that he participates in making the very same noises.

“that’s going to be you soon, pretty girl,” he teases, eyes darkening when he meets yours, and you gulp. of course that’s going to be you soon. oikawa will make sure of it.

you can’t deny that you’re both excited and scared for what’s about to happen. oikawa carries himself with a certain confidence and sureness that not a lot of men own—that in itself is already a testament that he’ll make you feel good.

“not just good, baby. i’m going to make you feel mind blowingly amazing,” he promises, chuckling as you sputter, trying to save face because you’ve unknowingly said your thoughts out loud.

you stop in front of a large white door at the end of the hall, eyes wide as you read oikawa’s name engraved on the wood. he laughs lowly at your reaction as he turns the knob, revealing his dimly lit room.

he pulls you inside with him, gently closing the door and locking it. the soft click of the lock is loud in your ears and your mouth feels dry as if it’s been stuffed with cotton.

“you don’t have to be so nervous with me,” he whispers in your ear and the sudden proximity makes you jump, letting go of his hand as you squeak like a mouse.

damn, was your hand clammy the whole time? talk about embarrassing.

oikawa chuckles at your skittishness, akin to a little lamb that spotted the big bad wolf. he takes hold of your arm and guides you to his king-sized bed, urging you to sit down.

you expect him to sit beside you as well, but he stands above you, his large hand coming up to your face. his thumb rubs your lower lip, leaving featherlight touches that make your eyes close involuntarily.

his soft touch fades as you hear muffled footsteps. you open your eyes and you see him standing beside a black shelf with numerous drawers.

his brown eyes glow under the low light of the room as he locks gazes with you. you play with your hands on your lap as you bite your lip, nervously maintaining eye contact with him.

“before we get down to business, i want us to get to know each other on a more personal level. you know, just to make the experience more intimate,” he croaks, voice raspier and deeper than before.

the sexual tension between the both of you is crackling. if the tension you felt when he kissed your knuckles was a warm and comforting heat, then the tension now is a burning fire, raw passion waiting to be spilled.

“i-i noticed that some doors don’t have their names on them? d-does that mean anything?” you ask him quietly. it’s not exactly a personal question but your curiosity got the best of you.

oikawa smirks, straightening his body and swiftly walking towards you. he sits beside you on his bed, making it dip with his weight, and you feel a different kind of warmth on your side.

he leaves no space, sitting thigh-to-thigh, boldly placing a hand on your covered skin. he strokes it lightly, the warmth from his palm seeping through the fabric.

you feel dizzy, his overwhelming presence and citrus scent invading your senses as he draws small circles on your thigh, making you shiver at the sensual touch.

“only seasoned members have the privilege of having their own room in the clubhouse. gotta earn it, you know?” he replies, his hot and minty breath fanning the side of your face.

his words have an underlying meaning to it, and you’ve deduced that men in this club love speaking in riddles.

you’re about to reply but your body suddenly feels weightless, and before you know it, you face oikawa and straddle his waist, a squeak leaving you.

your cheeks burn at the intimate position. usually you’re on your back or all fours whenever “dealing” with a man, so this position is definitely new to you.

your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, balancing yourself and making sure you’re as still as a statue. you don’t want to awaken anything down there—yet.

oikawa pulls your body closer until your front is completely plastered to his and you can’t help but revel in the contrast of your bodies. he lets out a soft groan, enjoying the way your soft and warm skin feels against his hard and chiseled body.

his warm lips find the skin of your neck and he lightly kisses it, genuinely hoping to ease your nerves. however, it backfires because you’ve never been kissed so intimately and with such tenderness.

you moan softly as you squirm in his lap, your center grinding on his crotch. he groans at the warmth and friction and his hands firmly squeeze your hips, silently telling you to stop moving.

his hands move to the small of your back, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt, leaning back so he can get a good look at you as you gulp at the desire in his hooded brown eyes.

“i only have one question before i have my way with you. with your explicit consent of course,” he chuckles, adding the last part quickly before he loses himself in your sweet scent and warm skin.

“have you ever been touched? worshipped?” he asks, seriousness in his voice as he intently studies your face. his focused eyes are saying i’ll know if you’re lying to me so tell me the truth.

“y-yes i have been,” you say in a small voice, shivering when you feel his fingers move under your shirt. his hands are warm but not enough to be uncomfortable. he watches your expression, asking if this is okay with you.

you nod, cheeks flaming as his hands press on the small of your back, kneading away at the skin.

“properly?” he probes, not quite believing you. he’s been in the “game” for too long not to recognize a woman’s body language. he knows not to judge a book by its cover but he also knows that his intuition never lies.

which is why he stopped the girl from calling your name, saying he wanted time to study you. and he was definitely spot on with his suspicions.

his train of thought is interrupted when he shivers, feeling your hands absentmindedly play with the strands of hair on the nape of his neck. that area is a particularly sensitive one for him, aside from the junction where his neck and shoulder meet.

you bite your lip and say no, ducking your head in shame. that’s why you had decided to sign up for the services of the club, hoping that you chose correctly.

aside from teasing touches and one soft kiss, oikawa is proving to be a man of his word. you were nervous before, worried if he could really satisfy you and that fantasy of yours.

but now? you’re worried that you bit off more than you can chew, seeing as how oikawa’s somewhat relaxed and flirty demeanor transformed into a determined expression, eyes smoldering with a promise that he’s definitely going to fulfill.

“you came to the right man, pretty girl,” he smirks, eyes flashing when he realizes that he has so much to show you, so much to do to you. but obviously, he’s going to slowly ease you into it, into him.

he’s going to own your body until it knows nothing but him.

“may i kiss you?” he asks softly, his calloused hands reaching up to your face, thumbs slowly circling the apple of your cheeks.

“you may, tooru,” you reply, and he wastes no time in closing the distance between you. his lips fit perfectly to yours and you relish in the softness of them.

clearly an expert in this field, he nibbles and sucks on your bottom lip, making you moan at the slight sting. you boldly mimic his action and he groans when you nip him.

he takes control of the kiss again, this time swiping his tongue on your bottom lip, making you gasp at the warm and wet muscle. he uses the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, quickly finding your tongue and massaging it with his own.

your cheeks burn when you hear and feel how sloppy making out with him is and you can’t help but squirm in his lap. the lewd clicking sounds of your joined mouths spur him on and he gently grinds into your core.

you moan freely into his mouth and you reciprocate the movement as well. he grunts when he feels the heat of your pussy on his hardening cock. his hands fall from your face and hold your hips, guiding them on his crotch.

you feel wetness pool in your panties at the pleasure, broken whimpers swallowed by his talented mouth. your head feels fuzzy from the lack of oxygen and you’re about to pull away until oikawa flips your body.

you squeal when your back meets the bed and he chuckles into the kiss. he lifts his head from yours, a thin trail of spit still connecting your mouths. he licks his lips as he looks deeply into your eyes.

your face is flushed and your breathing is rapid after that heavy make out session. but oikawa isn’t satiated, not in the least. he holds himself up by his arms as he moves down to kiss and nip at the skin of your neck.

your pulse was already racing before, but now it’s like your vessels are about to burst. you moan and tilt your head, exposing more of your neck to him. the skin is extra sensitive and you cry out when he sucks the skin into his mouth, letting go and blowing gently on the marred flesh.

you shiver at the cold breeze and he lets out a pleased hum before he gently kisses the bruising skin. his lips travel down your covered body, kissing a path until he’s on his knees on the floor, hissing when his cock twitches in his shorts.

you sit up on the bed, hands on either side of you as you look down on oikawa’s red and flushed face, swollen pink lips parted as he breathes heavily. his body feels hot and he abruptly tugs his shirt over his head, revealing his beautiful and sculpted body.

you gasp when you see his naked torso, face burning as you notice the rather large bulge on the center of his shorts. he smirks, chest puffing out in pride because he elicited that kind of reaction from you.

“can’t wait for you to see what i have to offer, pretty girl,” he teases, hands resting on your thighs. they move up until they’re hovering over the hem of your shirt.

he makes eye contact with you and asks if he can remove it, and you reply with a small yes that’s accompanied with a shy nod. he slowly raises your shirt, brown eyes capturing every sliver of skin that’s being exposed to him.

your cheeks burn as you raise your arms, giving him a full view of your covered breasts. he leans forward and kisses the swells of your chest and you whimper at the dampness and softness of his lips.

your breathing becomes heavier when you feel his hand hover on the clasp of your bra and he looks into your eyes, silently asking for permission. you nod, pupils blown wide at the want running through your body.

oikawa expertly unclasps your bra with one hand and removes it with the other, throwing it to the floor. he sucks in a breath as he stares at your breasts, your cheeks flaming when he kisses the valley between them.

“pretty tits for a pretty girl,” he whispers before palming both of them, the wet heat of his mouth enclosing over one hard nipple. you cry out and tug at his hair, your other hand squeezing the wrist that’s pinching and rubbing at your other nipple.

“t-tooru…” you moan, rolling your hips and grinding on the bed as he sucks and nibbles at your tits. his hands move down to your waist, rubbing the skin as he lets go of your pointed nipple to pay attention to the other one.

skilled hands make quick work of your pants as he groans around the skin in his mouth, making you jump at the vibrations. his mouth lets go of your nipple with a pop as he leaves open-mouthed kisses down your body.

you watch with interest as he takes your pants off, lifting your hips so he can drag them across your legs. he kisses down your thighs, calves, then ankles before your pants join your bra on the floor.

he straightens his body until he’s chest level with you again. you’re shaking where you sit, the cold air of the room causing goosebumps to rise on your exposed skin. the hardness of your nipples feel borderline painful, making you wince.

“do you want me to eat your pussy?” oikawa growls, eyes focused on the damp patch on the center of your panties. his hands spread your thighs wide, fitting his body in between them.

“i-i want y-you—” you stutter, eyes downcast as you feel embarrassed with the half sentence that came out of your mouth. oikawa interrupts you, clicking his tongue.

“look at me when you say it, pretty girl. show me the need, the desire you’ve been hiding,” he says gently, one hand gripping your chin and raising it until you’re looking into his eyes.

you gulp, clearing your throat. you look at him with new found determination and tell him what you want.

“i want you to eat my pussy, tooru.” you say without stuttering, eyes flashing with confidence. your heart jumps when you see his eyes darken, smirking devilishly when he hears the words fall from your lips.

“with pleasure, pretty girl,” he hisses before his fingers hook on the waistband of your panties and pull them down your shaking legs, groaning when he sees a trail of your slick follow the path of the damp fabric.

he throws your panties on the floor and wastes no time in grabbing the back of your thighs. he places them on his broad shoulders, before kissing along your soft skin, humming as he reaches your core.

“t-tooru...please don’t tea—shit!” you cry out when his skilled mouth kisses your pussy and quickly finds your aching clit. he sucks it into his mouth, tongue swirling and flicking against it.

you moan his name loudly, hands tugging on his hair as you arch into his mouth. the sensation makes you throw your head back and your eyes widen when you see a pair of long and thick black bars attached to the ceiling.

how did you not see that?

maybe because you were too busy shaking in your skin to notice the intimidating accessory oikawa has in his room.

your surprise gets cut short, however, when his long fingers squeeze your thighs, shaking his head side to side with your clit in his mouth. you whine, biting your lower lip when he hums, the gentle vibrations making your spine tingle.

his head bobs between your legs and he groans when the taste of your juices spread all over his tongue. your wetness drenches his mouth and chin, smothering his face with your arousal and leaking pussy.

your hips arch into his mouth, following the motions of his talented tongue. his closed eyes finally open, pupils blown wide. he winks and he sucks your clit into his mouth harder, the slurping sounds filling your ears.

your mouth falls open, practically screaming his name when he gently bites your clit. your eyes roll into the back of your head as you cum, body convulsing and toes curling.

your thighs tighten around him, hands keeping his head in place as your cum fills his mouth. you’re whimpering and moaning nonsense, eyes shut as you ride out the intense orgasm.

you fall back to the bed, chest rising and falling as your body trembles in pleasure. the slurping and sucking sounds don’t stop, and your cheeks burn at the obscenity.

“tooru, oh my god,” you whimper, his tongue lapping up your essence, catching the cum that’s gushing out of your pussy. he licks long stripes up and down your slit, making sure to taste everything.

“can’t let anything go to waste, pretty girl,” he laughs, tongue going inside of your cunt as he greedily licks around your fluttering walls.

you squeal at the sudden intrusion, squirming around the wet muscle. he pulls his head back, letting out a loud slurp as he climbs over your naked body.

his lips are red and swollen from eating you out, glistening with your juices. he licks his lips as he dives for your lips and you yelp in surprise as you taste yourself. this kiss is harsher, more carnal than the previous ones, as if he’s trying to devour you.

his hand finds your cunt and he inserts two fingers into your leaking hole, groaning at the tightness. his hard cock twitches against you, and you notice that the spot there is wet. did he cum when he ate you out?

you moan and buck into his hand, holding his wrist as he scissors his fingers in and out of your pussy. the thought of him spilling over himself in his shorts would normally turn you off but the fact that he enjoyed your pussy so much that he came with you?

well, that’s enough to boost a woman’s ego and pride. it doesn’t even look like he’s embarrassed about it, either.

suddenly, it’s like there’s a coil in him that snapped, making him a madman that’s intoxicated with you and your body. he moans into your mouth, so addicted with how you taste so sweet and how you’re so responsive to his touches.

he pulls away but stays close enough that both of your lips are still brushing against each other’s, heavy breaths mingling as little whimpers and moans come out of your mouth.

“tell me what you want me to do to you,” he whispers against your mouth, fingers squelching as he thrusts them in and out of your pussy, causing slick to slide down your ass.

you whine loudly, unable to form proper words because he curls his fingers and hits your sweet spot. he bites your lower lip and you arch your back at both the pleasure and sting.

“i know exactly what you need but i want to hear it from your pretty lips,” he says, curling his fingers again before he takes them out and places them inside your parted mouth. you let out a garbled whimper, squirming on the bed at the loss of stimulation.

“do you want me to tie you up?” he asks you, wet fingers pressing down on your tongue as he tilts his head, studying your lewd expression and pleading eyes.

“the things you’ve read about me are very much true, pretty girl,” oikawa says sensually, lips ghosting over your flushed cheeks. his soft kisses make your skin tingle and you shiver at the goosebumps.

“i love tying people up, especially pretty things like you,” he whispers, gently biting your cheek causing you to moan around his fingers. you suck on them and your eyes flutter when you taste your slick.  

“i know that’s the reason why you chose me. you want me to tie you up like a beautifully wrapped present. all nice and ready for me,” oikawa hisses as he licks the shell of your ear, making you shiver at the sensation. this man is really good with his mouth.

“so come on, say it,” he says roughly, removing his fingers before he puts them in his mouth and licks along the digits. you whine, both in embarrassment and pleasure, watching as your cum and saliva mix in his mouth. he pulls them out with a wet pop and laughs at your reaction.

“t-tie me up in your ropes, tooru. please,” you beg shamelessly, aching body grinding up against his. you’re desperate for any kind of friction and you’re hoping that he won’t tease you any longer.

“that’s my good girl,” he praises you, making you shiver and moan as he gives you one last sloppy kiss before he gets off of you and the bed, cock throbbing in his shorts.

he’s used to the ache, only being satisfied once he sees someone tied up and helpless in front of him. looking at you now, he knows that he’ll definitely enjoy his time with you.

oikawa goes to the shelf and pulls out a drawer, rustling through the contents. you take this time to admire his toned back and shoulders that are shining with a sheen of sweat. you hum to yourself, appreciating the view of oikawa’s muscles.

he turns around and you gulp at what’s in his hands. a bundle of thick crimson red ropes and a pair of heavy duty scissors are in one hand while the other holds a box of condoms—extra large, from what you can see. you squirm, involuntarily closing your legs.

he smirks at your reaction and sets the scissors and box down on either side of your arms. your cheeks burn when he caresses the center of your body with the bundle of rope, making you shiver at the soft and firm texture.

“since you’re new to this, i’m going to ease you into it, okay? we’ll try something restrictive but not overly so,” he promises, voice sweet and reassuring. he unbinds the rope, showing you the full length of it as the ends hit the floor.

you obey him when he tells you to sit up and you’re well aware of him catching glimpses of your breasts. you feel embarrassed but he doesn’t give you time to wallow in it because he immediately brings one end of the rope and softly traces your chest with it.

“do you know the traffic light system?” he asks, brown eyes studying your expression. your face scrunches up in thought, familiar with the term because of your friends and their exploits. you tell him that you do and he makes a sound of approval.

“i’ll be asking you from time to time and don’t hesitate to tell me if you want to call it off, okay?” oikawa says in a no nonsense tone. this isn’t new to him but it is to you and he wants you to be as comfortable as possible. you’re the one calling the shots after all.

“your body is made to be wrapped with my ropes, pretty girl,” he whispers, tracing the roundness of your breasts. you moan when he drags it along your nipples, biting your lip as you look up at him with pleading eyes.

“looks so good on your soft skin,” he says in awe as his cock twitches in his shorts. he groans at the ache, palming and rubbing over it.

“stand up, pretty,” he orders. you stand up with wobbly legs and your hand automatically catches his bicep for support. you look to the side in embarrassment when you feel wetness trailing down on the inside of your legs.

unconsciously, you rub your thighs together and squeal when oikawa dips his fingers between them, drenching his fingers with your slick. you look up at him, silently begging him to do something, anything. he removes his fingers, the skin glistening with your slick as he takes hold of the rope.

“what i’m going to do is a bondage rope dress. it’s not that elaborate but it gives a decent amount of restriction,” he explains, bringing either strands of the rope around the back of your neck. he makes an overhang knot that rests between your shoulder blades, one hand keeping it in place.

he kisses your shoulder and smiles before tying a knot on the center of your chest, beneath your collarbones, all while humming a small tune. he ties three more knots on the midline of your body that are equally distanced from each other—but not without caressing and kneading at your skin.

your breathing is labored the whole time you watch him intricately and expertly tie the knots, moaning softly as you feel the rope gently dig into your shaking form.  

“color?” he pauses shortly, noting your little noise. you say green breathily and he smirks at your starry eyes. you’re slowly understanding the pleasure of why people like this, why oikawa likes this.

he winks at you as he ties the final knot that conveniently rests on your clit. you whimper, hands tightening on his biceps as you feel the rope tease your aching bud when you rub your thighs together.

“this is called a happy knot, pretty girl,” oikawa whispers sensually into your ear, causing you to shiver. he pushes the knot on your clit and you cry out at the new sensation.

“t-tooru…” you moan, pushing yourself more on his hand. god, how horny are you that this is causing you to act so needy?

“you know, i can make you cum without touching you at all,” he says as his hand applies more pressure on the knot, making you whine and proving his point. “but that’s for another time, pretty girl.”

he grabs your thigh, hooking it around his waist as he pulls the remaining rope between your legs. he kisses your lips softly before setting your leg down and turning your body until your ass is presented to him.

you exhale deeply when you lose sight of him, staring straight at the patterns and designs above his headboard. he squeezes your ass, making you squeal, laughing before he pulls the rope through the first loop he made between your shoulder blades.

oikawa  separates the rope and brings it to your front, between the two knots on your chest. he tightens it until it’s firm but comfortable, slightly digging into your skin.

“is this good enough for you?” he asks softly, his breath ghosting over your ear. you nod, scared to use your voice in fear of what you might blurt out.

he clicks his tongue and softly flicks your ass, making you yelp and jump in surprise. the sudden movement makes the ropes and knot on your clit press into you.

“use your words, pretty girl,” he coaxes lightly. you finally say yes in a small voice and thankfully, it’s enough to appease him before he continues looping the rope between the knots.

he ties a friction knot on your back, securing the rope in front. oikawa repeats the process, his lilting voice humming and murmuring words into your ear until he finishes looping the rope between the last two knots.

oikawa pulls the ropes behind you, making another friction knot for the last time. to secure the rope on your body, he tucks the excess rope through the maze-like pattern he made on your back before he turns your body to face him again.

oikawa lets out a low whistle at your visage before him, definitely pleased with how you look—he won’t tell you, but the ropes are just an added bonus. you’re still divine without them.

“you’re so beautiful, pretty girl. maybe next time, you’ll allow me to take a picture of you so i could have a souvenir, hmm?” he teases, making your cheeks flame at his boldness.

the feeling of the ropes is new but certainly welcome. you might be restrained—but you have never felt so free.

“do you want to see yourself?” oikawa asks, caressing your cheek with his knuckles. you shake your head, still too shy to see how the ropes look on your skin.

“maybe next time then. let me enjoy you for now,” he whispers, pecking your lips before he straightens his body.

oikawa’s cock throbs in his shorts, making its presence known after that whole intimate spectacle; he winces, silently berating himself for getting so distracted by you.

he walks towards you and you walk backwards until your knees hit the bed, every movement your body makes causes the ropes and knots to shift, the texture deliciously digging into your sensitive skin.

you let yourself fall back on the bed, spreading your legs and raising your arms over your head, so oikawa can see all of you.

his eyes smolder as he sees the entirety of the rope dress that’s covering your beautiful body. he reaches out a hand and softly traces the skin between the ropes, engraving every dip of your body into his mind.

“so beautiful…” he whispers in awe, marvelling at the art before him. he has done shibari too many times to count but he’s sure that no one has ever looked as elegant, as alluring as you.

the ache between his legs throbs again and he groans, hands quickly pulling down his shorts and kicking them off. his leaking cock springs free and bounces against his abs. you gasp when you finally see his dick, clearly impressed and pleased with what oikawa is offering.

he’s long and not overly thick, but that doesn’t really matter because you know he can still do some damage with it. his large hand takes hold of his shaft, stroking it slowly.

“is my cock to your liking, pretty girl?” he grunts, twisting and pulling his cock. more pre-cum leaks out of the tip and he groans as his thumb catches the bead of slick. he hisses when he smears it around, lubing up his shaft and making small slapping sounds.

you bite your lip and squirm around as your pussy gushes on the sheets, clearly turned on from watching oikawa play with himself. he curses when he lets go of his cock, hand glistening with his essence.

kneeling on the bed and making it dip underneath his weight, he pushes the scissors off the sheets and grabs the box of condoms. he opens it and takes one packet out.

you won’t tell him but you’re slightly disappointed because you want to feel his cock, no holds barred. you’re not very subtle though, because he sees you frown and chuckles.

truth be told, he wants to feel your pussy envelop the skin of his cock too, but it’s mandatory to wear protection because of the club rules.

oikawa tears the foil, but before he puts it on his twitching cock, you suddenly sit up and stop him. your wide eyes look up at him, asking permission.

“c-can i?” you ask softly, shaking hands taking the condom away from him. oikawa gulps, clearing his throat and nodding as he watches you.

“f-fuck…” he groans, throwing his head back and clenching his fists as your soft hand rolls the condom on his cock. you hold the base of his shaft, biting your lip as you feel the heat and every throb of his length.

your cheeks flush when he slowly thrusts into your hand, his half-lidded eyes smoldering as he stares at you holding him. after securing the condom on his cock, you pump his shaft a few times, giggling when he hisses and leaks into the condom.

“enough playtime, pretty girl. i’m going to fuck that tight cunt now,” oikawa growls, pushing you back on the bed. you squeal, the wind knocked out of your lungs as your back hits the bed.

he hooks his hands around your knees and pulls you to him, your ass resting on his lap as he sits on his haunches. he spreads your legs, baring your clenching hole to him, rolling the knot on your clit, making you moan and squirm.

oikawa watches in fascination as the slick from your pussy slides out of you and down the curve of your ass. he groans, one finger catching the trail before smearing it over your slit.

the rope between your legs is darker than the one wrapped around your body, clearly drenched by your leaking juices. he smirks as he pulls the rope to the side, creating a clear path for his cock. the knot still rests on your clit, albeit lopsided.  

he brings one leg over his shoulder, the other hooked around his hip, as he takes hold of his cock, guiding the tip to your slit and rubbing it up and down your folds.

oikawa hisses as he feels your wet heat through the thin rubber. he moves to your leaking hole and inserts the tip in slowly. you whimper, feeling his tip inside your clenching walls.

“breathe, pretty girl,” he coaxes in a strained voice, half of his cock throbbing inside your squeezing pussy.

you follow him, deeply exhaling as he goes inside of you, inch by inch. it takes some time but he finally bottoms out, making the both of you moan long and hard. fuck, you feel so full.

“so fucking tight, pretty. you’re gonna make me cum in seconds,” oikawa groans, his hands squeezing your thighs. you moan at the fullness of his cock stretching your walls.

“move, tooru. please,” you beg, squeezing his dick. he groans at your needy voice, determined to please his pretty girl and make her feel good.

he brings your leg down to his hip and takes hold of your thighs, dragging you further up his lap and hooking your legs around his waist. the ropes dig into your back as he pulls you, making you wince at the friction.

you yelp when he pulls you up, your arms automatically holding his neck for balance. both of you moan as his cock moves inside of you. he holds your hips, squeezing the skin before he looks into your eyes and drags your body up his cock until only the tip is inside of you.

his lips capture yours into a harsh kiss as he pulls you down on his cock. you whimper into his mouth, your tongues tangling and massaging as he bounces you on his lap.

the sound of your skins slapping and pleasured sounds fill the room. the friction of the ropes on your skin makes you feel like your body is on fire and oikawa’s ruthless thrusts inside your pussy cause your eyes to roll into the back of your head.

you pull away from him to gasp and catch your breath. oikawa groans and hisses in your ear, his biceps flexing as his hips thrust into you.  

you moan loudly and bite his shoulder when his cock hits your g-spot. oikawa groans, increasing the pace of his thrusts when he feels your teeth dig into his shoulder.

“you feel good, pretty?”  he hisses in your ear, biting the lobe as the squelching and slapping sounds increase in volume while he fucks you hard and fast.

“s-so good, t-tooru! c-cock feels g-good!” you stutter, voice shaking as your rope-covered body trembles and shakes in his lap. your legs tighten around his waist as his cock continuously hits the spot.

“y-yeah? so good that you’re gonna cum for me?” he grunts, thrusting harder when your walls clamp down on him. you whine, hands letting go of his neck and falling back, your shaking arms supporting you on the bed.

your new position makes your eyes zone in on the black bars on the ceiling once more. you have an inkling on what he uses them for but before you can even finish thinking, your eyes roll into the back of your head once more as oikawa changes his position.

oikawa shifts until he’s kneeling on the bed, holding your hips and getting a better angle to fuck you. beads of sweat run down his temples as he pants and groans through his parted lips.

you whine as your trembling arms give way and you crash to the bed, lower half tingling and breasts bouncing on your chest as oikawa thrusts into you deeply, making the bed shake and thump harder against the wall.

you pull on the ropes instead, creating more friction and sensation on your trembling body. oikawa grunts and hisses, squeezing your hips harder as he feels his balls tighten, a sign that he’s about to cum.

your legs squeeze his waist harder, walls squeezing his cock when you feel the familiar ache and flutter in your lower abdomen. you whimper, hands gripping oikawa’s wrist as you arch your back.

“gonna cum, tooru! f-faster!” you beg loudly, arching your back even more when oikawa follows your plea. sweat runs down his body as he moans, feeling your cunt squeeze and flutter around his cock.

his hand moves from your hip and he finds the knot on your clit, rubbing the drenched rope on your pulsing bud. you scream, body contorted into an arched position as you cum and gush around his cock.

“gonna cum too, pretty girl!” oikawa whines, following suit as he finishes with a shout of your name, his body trembling from the orgasm. his hips jerk and stop, cock pulsing as he spills all of his hot cum and filling the latex.

even through the condom, you can feel the heat of his cum and you whine, walls clenching around his throbbing cock and making oikawa sputter, his blunt nails digging into your hips.

he thrusts a few more times before he pulls out his softening cock, removing the filled condom and tying it before he gets off the bed to throw it in the trash can.

he goes back to you and gently maneuvers you to your side, detangling the rope and untying the loops. he pushes you onto your back and thoroughly checks for any marks or rope burn. you moan at his touches, your sensitive skin tingling from his soothing fingers.

you smile at how tender he’s being and he takes the opportunity to lean down and kiss you sweetly, smiling into your lips and pecking them a few times before asking you for your color.

“green.” you whisper into his lips and he hums in satisfaction, pecking you one last time before going to what you assume is his bathroom, leaving you a sweaty mess on his bed as you watch his attractive backside.

you hear the faucet running and steam immediately leaves the open door. your chest rises and falls  deeply as you try to regain your bearings.

oikawa comes out and and hovers over you, leaving kisses on your skin, showering you with soft praises as he massages the marks on your skin. he then carries you with no effort and walks towards the steaming bathroom.

you gasp at the extravagance and you realize how no money is spared on this club. oikawa chuckles at your reaction and sets you on the edge of the bathtub that’s steaming with water.

he takes a basket on the counter and asks you to choose a bath bomb. you pick the one that you like and it hits you that it smells like him. he smirks at your choice and puts it in and you watch as he swirls the water.

he carries you again, gently placing you in the warm water. you moan in delight as the water soothes your sore muscles and marked skin. he gets in, water splashing as he sits behind your back with his long legs on either side of you.

both of you sit in silence while his fingers trace shapes on your back. wanting to break the silence, you thank him in a small voice. he chuckles and kisses the back of your neck and resumes tracing your back without another word.

“i-i would like to do that again, tooru,” you admit to him shyly and he lets out a contented sigh. he leans down and kisses your ear before whispering to you, his hot breath making you shiver.

“oh, i intend to do that to you again and again until you’re addicted to me. just like how i’m now addicted to you.”

his hands stop tracing your back as he brings them down your arms, lithe fingers slightly squeezing your wrist as his chiseled front covers your back.

“i know you saw the bars on the ceiling, pretty girl,” he chuckles, raising your arms in the air. he tells you to keep them there and you follow him obediently, but not without wincing at the soreness.

“when you’re finally accustomed to shibari, here’s what i’m going to do to you,” he says, voice deep and promising. his hands hold the back of your knees, caressing the soft skin there.

“i’m going to tie your wrists together, then i’m going to tie the rope to the bars, leaving your arms in the air—just like now,” he says, desire emanating from his voice as he draws small circles on your skin.

“then, i’m going to push your pretty thighs to your chest,” he murmurs in your ear, his hands following his words. you moan at the vivid picture he’s painting in your head, excited for it to happen.

“i’m going to tie your thighs and calves together, so they’ll stay in this position,” he groans, cock hardening at the thought of you pliant and helpless before him.

you whine, head lying on his shoulder and swishing the water as your pussy quivers at his promise.

“and when i’m finally satisfied with how you look suspended in the air, i’m going to fuck your pretty pussy until you’re begging me to stop,” he growls, grabbing your chin and kissing you harshly, making your arms and legs fall into the water.

you moan into his mouth, body turning to face him as you kiss each other sloppily, clicking sounds filling the air in the bathroom. you practically melt into him, his arms squeezing your body closer to his.

one thing’s for sure—if there’s such a thing as a seasoned client for this club, then there’s no doubt that you’ll be one of them.

[8:05 PM]

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𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐨𝐰

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x f!reader

summary: you’re excited and ready to welcome the monastic life—until a certain incubus decides to make himself known the night before you take your vows. 

genre: smut, demon au

warnings: 18+. noncon/dubcon, sacrilege, monster fucking (technically), somnophilia, dacryphilia, corruption, manipulation, virginity loss, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, edging, size kink, belly bulge, cumflation, dumbification, degradation, pussyjob, gagging (with a tail), hair pulling, creampie, cumplay, cockwarming, spitting, oral (f receiving), biting, spanking (with a tail), mating press, doggystyle

word count: 2.9k

author’s note: for @chiwhorei heavenly bodies collab! thank you so much for letting me join! also, belated happy birthday to the sexiest athletic trainer, iwaizumi hajime <3 (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI) @hqintheclub​

º thank you @anime-nymph, @vanille--kiss, and @meiansmistress​ for beta reading and editing!! <33

[8:50 PM]

“in the name of the father, and of the son, and of the holy spirit, amen.”

you recite the words that are second nature to you, feeling peaceful and content. tomorrow is the day, you think as you do the sign of the cross.

the breeze from the open window makes your long cotton chemise sway around your calves when you rise from your kneeling position. you tilt your head in confusion; you’re sure you closed it before you started your nightly prayer.

you sigh, shutting and locking the window you think about what awaits you in the morning. you’ve never been more certain of anything in your life because serving the lord and being his messenger is your calling.

you lie on your bed, hands on your stomach, as you stare at the ceiling. too busy wallowing in your own thoughts, you don’t notice the shadows move, leaving one black feather on the floor.

you close your eyes as your mind wanders, and you start to feel sick to your stomach when the gnawing guilt that eats away at you rears its ugly head. the guilt that has you shaking and crying every morning, begging and praying for forgiveness.

every morning you wake up in a puddle of your own wetness, thighs sticky and pussy aching from your sex dreams. it’s the same man every night, even though your mind can’t quite form a clear picture of his face.

it’s the same mouth and fingers that feel so real and you hate that you enjoy it, enjoy him. the sweet caress of his voice, whispering dirty things before he sucks your clit into his mouth, making you arch your back as you scream into the night.

he revealed his name—hajime—on the first night he appeared in your dreams. “remember my name, pet. you’ll be screaming it,” he whispered in your ear, just before he plunged his thick fingers inside your pussy.

moaning softly at the memory, you squirm on the bed and before you know it, the smokey scent and soft beats of feathers lull you into a deep, eventful sleep.

“h-hajime, p-please don’t stop!” you whine, tugging on his hair as your thighs squeeze his head. he growls, the vibrations making your body tremble as he increases the pace of his fingers.

his long tongue swirls faster on your puffy clit, making you whimper and grind on his skilled mouth. you attempt to cover your mouth in an effort to muffle your cries.

iwaizumi grunts, his tail circling around your wrist and pulling it away from you. there’s no way he’ll allow you to silence yourself—he wants to hear you scream for him.

he rolls his hips on the bed, making the headboard thump against the wall, in sync with the beats of his wings.

“i-i’m g-going to cum!” you, bundling the sheets in your hands as your back arches and hips push into his mouth. your voice shakes as you chant his name, his tongue and fingers moving at an inhuman speed, lewd squelching sounds filling the room.

cum for me, his deep voice demands in your head. on his command, your mouth opens into a scream as your body stiffens, cunt gushing all over his mouth.

iwaizumi growls loudly, the furniture and pictures on the wall shaking as your taste spreads on his tongue. he slurps and licks your pussy as your body convulses from the overstimulation.

“n-no m-more—!” you beg, pushing his head away as your legs thrash around. your feet land on something soft and smooth, something cold to the touch, and you freeze.

in all the dreams you’ve had, you never felt anything like this—only the hot skin of his back and the ripples of his muscles.

yes, this dream is unusual. recovering from your orgasm, your dream blurs and you wipe your bleary eyes, chest rising and falling with your heavy breaths.

“enjoying ourselves, are we?” iwaizumi croons, smirking at you. his vibrant green eyes glow in the darkness, thin pupils scrutinizing you from between your legs.

you gasp, eyes opening as the gravelly voice materializes out of nowhere. your wide eyes land on a man resting his chin casually on his fists, eyes flashing with malicious intent.

“i think it’s time you meet the man—demon, rather—of your dreams, my cute novitiate,” he mocks, moonlight illuminating half of his face.

you swear tears fill your eyes, looking at someone who looks so angelic but rough at the same time. thick dark brown hair covers his head, adorned with rosy lips that are pulled into a devilish grin.

his chin is glistening with your juices and for the first time, you realize this is the man who’s been haunting your dreams.

his forked tongue slips out, licking the wetness around his face. seeing your reaction, he smirks, baring his teeth. are those fangs?

he breaks you out of your trance when he playfully bites your thighs, making you whine. he smirks as he soothes them by licking the marked skin.

his midnight colored wings flutter, a gust of cold air breezing through your ripped chemise. you’re about to scream, finally realizing that this is not a dream, when he kneels on the bed, his long tail whipping out and covering your mouth.

it’s not slimy but it’s cold and smooth, bearing the same shade as his wings. the end, pointed as sharp as an arrow, pokes at your cheek, and he tuts, crossing his thick arms over his chest.

“shh, wouldn’t want to wake your congregation, now would we?” he growls, wings fluttering behind him.

“actually, i’d be surprised if they aren’t awake by now. you’ve made quite the noise, louder than the usual,” he rasps, two more tails whipping out from behind him.

they rip your chemise and undershirt to shreds and throw them to the floor beside your soiled white panties. you whimper, the cold air on your naked body making you shiver.

the two new tails wrap around your legs, rubbing against your inner thighs and making you whine. you claw at the tail covering your mouth, desperately trying to call for help.

“no one can help you, pet,” he scoffs, tails tightening around your thighs and spreading them wide for his large body.

iwaizumi rips off his pants, cock springing free and bouncing against his defined abdomen. your eyes widen at the sight, multiple veins running along his thick shaft and flaring out to an angry red cockhead.

one of his large hands stroke his cock and he groans deeply, a pearl of pre-cum coming out of his slit, his thumb smears it over the tip, thick fingers squeezing his length and you watch in shock as more pre-cum gushes out of him.

iwaizumi’s cold tail loosens around your mouth, resting around your neck—it serves as a reminder.

try to scream and i’ll choke you, his menacing voice says in your head.

you whimper, tears filling your eyes as he lifts your legs by the back of your knees and pushes them toward your heaving chest, making you wince at the stretch in your calves.

the tails hold your legs in place and the one around your neck now slides towards your wrists, pinning them over your head. your body is bare for iwaizumi’s demon eyes to see, eyes glowing brighter at how you’re pathetically presented before him.

please let this be a dream, a horrible dream. please.

“dumb little slut, you’re lying to yourself. you know you want this,” he mocks you, free hand reaching out, rubbing your clit harshly. you whine, trying to pull away from his hot touch, greatly contrasting the coldness of his tails.

“you’re such a fucking hypocrite, you know? you moan and writhe under my touches but draw the line at actual fucking,” he growls, lowering down his hips so his cock can snugly fit between your folds.

his sheer size has you trembling in fear, unprepared to have a cock so thick and long near the place that is so off limits.

but you’re only human—you’re riddled with hidden disgusting desires, sinful sexual instincts, so you cry out at the pleasure his veiny length is giving you. more slick leaks from your pussy, coating iwaizumi’s cock and making him glide more easily against your puffy folds.

“w-why me, h-hajime? i’m a woman of god!” you whimper weakly, crying out and jerking when the head of his cock bumps against your swollen clit.

“really now? a woman of god? does a woman of god cum on my mouth and fingers every night when i visit her?” he grunts, his hips moving faster and making lewd sounds throughout your room.

“you want to know why i chose you? it’s because i know this is your deepest and darkest desire, you lying whore,” he growls in your ear, his wings spreading as he guides the tip of his cock towards your hole.

“my little novitiate, if you’re trying to keep your dirty desires a secret, then you’ve been doing an awful job,” iwaizumi mocks you, his forked tongue licking his fangs. your whimpers increase in volume as he slips his tip inside your tight pussy at an agonizingly slow pace.

“n-no, p-please don’t! i'm still a v-virgin,” you whine, squirming as you tug on his tails. tears fill your eyes at the uncomfortable but delicious stretch, ashamed that you’re so responsive to him.

“even better. wanna see the look on your pretty face when i sink my entire cock in your pure little cunt,” he mocks, eyes flashing and hands squeezing your thighs as he feels the tightness of your walls around him.

“your god can't save you now,” he growls lowly, leaning over your stretched legs. he licks the shell of your ear then bites it before thrusting deep and bottoming out in your pussy before you can even blink.

you scream at the sudden thrust, moaning incoherently as his cock throbs inside your pussy. you can feel him everywhere—he’s so thick and long that the stretch hurts, but the pleasure of him inside you is greater than the pain.

“fuck, look how my cock’s stretching you,” iwaizumi says in awe, large hand pushing on the bulge his cock makes in your stomach. you whine at his touch, involuntarily tightening around him.

“even other demons have a hard time taking me, but look at you—taking my demon cock so well, huh? you really want this, don’t you?” he groans, hips slowly thrusting as he feels the pressure from your cunt.

your contorted body starts jolting on the bed, his heavy thrusts shaking the frame as it thumps loudly against the wall. your pleas and cries fall on deaf ears as his tails tighten around your wrists and thighs.

“h-hajime p-please—!” you beg, voice choking when he thrusts hard, heavy balls slapping against your thighs. to be honest, you’re glad you didn’t complete your sentence because deep down, you know you’ll just beg him to go faster, harder.

too bad for you, he knows exactly what you want and he indulges you, growling as he fucks you harder and faster. your breasts bounce with every powerful thrust, tears mixing with the drool seeping from your mouth.

you’re way past the point of being coherent, shaky moans and unintelligible words falling from your lips. iwaizumi’s groans and growls fill the room, eyes trained on the way he’s moving in and out of you.

you’re chanting his name like a prayer, which is pretty ironic seeing how you’re committing a grave sin and partaking in something so unholy. but you don’t care at this point—not anymore. all your muddled brain is thinking about is iwaizumi and his demon cock.

your toes curl as you feel your orgasm approaching, pussy suffocating his cock. loud squelching noises accompany wanton moans and deep growls, making your eyes lose focus and stare unseeingly at iwaizumi’s glowing green eyes.

before you can comprehend what’s happening, he pulls out and unbinds his tails from you, flipping your body to all fours, moving you around like a rag doll until your body is horizontal on the bed, facing the door. you yelp when he yanks your hair, his sweaty chest plastered on your back and wet cock dripping on your thighs.

“you don’t cum until i say so, got it?” iwaizumi orders in a chilling voice, pushing you and taking hold of your hips, grip so tight that it’ll definitely leave bruises.

he thrusts back into you so hard that you’re thrown off the bed, hands flat on the floor. you scream as he starts a brutal pace, rougher than the one before. wetness and mixed juices slide down your inner thighs, drenching your sheets.

your nails scrape the floor as you beg him to stop, blood rushing to your head because of your position. your eyes widen when you feel his tail wrap around your throat, the end slipping inside your mouth.

you gag on it, tears and saliva staining the floor the harder and faster he thrusts. your back arches deeply when his remaining tails spank both sides of your ass harshly, making you whimper on the tail in your mouth.

“why? do you think you’re still pure? do you think you will still have a spot up there knowing that you’re getting fucked and pleasured by a demon?” he growls, voice deeper and more gravelly than before.

iwaizumi’s wings flutter heavily, in sync with his unforgiving hips. the gust from his wings makes your already trembling body shiver from the breeze, goosebumps rising on your sweaty skin.

“you’re wrong, pet. you’re going down there with me, where little hypocritical whores like you belong,” he grunts, one tail latching onto a white bottle on your shaking nightstand—your holy water.

the pointed end of his tail breaks the cap and he brings it to his mouth, spitting in it before he tips the bottle, pouring it all over your body as a mockery of who you once were.

more tears fall from your eyes, both from the pleasure and shame of what you’re doing. his tail throws the empty bottle across the room before it goes back to slapping your ass.

the other pulls on your hair, tugging on it until you see the door. the cross mounted on it shakes vigorously before it drops to the floor. you know what it means, but you’re too drunk on iwaizumi’s cock to care about the consequences.

your eyes roll to the back of your head when he continues to hit your sweet spot, and it hurts. you want to cum so badly but you physically can’t, body under his spell and order.

his pelvis slaps loudly against your ass, rivalling his sinful inhuman groans. his hands push your lower back until you’re wincing from the stretch, the ache in your battered pussy and swollen clit adding to the tight knot in your lower abdomen.

“i should’ve fucked this slutty cunt sooner. can’t believe i waited so long for this,” he groans loudly, head thrown back as the sound reverberates through his chest. the room shakes from the sound, going straight to your pulsing cunt.

“i think you deserve to cum, hmm? for being such a good little whore,” iwaizumi taunts you, growling when your walls squeeze him tightly. his cock nudges the entrance of your cervix, making you moan in pain.

your hands tremble, body growing weak from the intense pounding. drool freely drips the floor as he removes the tail in your mouth. the three tails loop around your shaking body, the ends going down in one direction.

two of them spread your folds even more, exposing your aching clit to the air. you whine weakly when the last tail latches on it, pointed end flicking and twirling around the bud. coupled with iwaizumi’s brutal thrusts, you’re seeing stars in no time.

“cum for me,” he growls, his wings stretching to their full wingspan as his hips thrust erratically, jerking to a stop as his large cock spills hot cum in your pussy.

white-hot pleasure courses through your veins, making your body convulse while you moan loudly, throat dry from all the sounds you’re making.

iwaizumi is so deep inside you that you won’t be surprised if his cum goes directly to your womb. his groans are soft as endless spurts of his cum fill your pussy, inflating your lower stomach.

his hands loosen their grip on your hips and you wince at the incoming pain from the bruises. your chest is heaving, breaths loud as you try to recover from iwaizumi’s brutal fucking.

he pulls your upper body from the floor, head dizzy with all the accumulated blood. his tails are still around your sweaty skin and his wings flutter, retreating inside his large body.

he places your trembling form on his chest, sweaty back lying on his defined torso. he’s not even winded as soft purrs fall from his mouth, his thick fingers playing with the cum that falls from your connected bodies.

his cock is still hard inside of you and you whine at the fullness and heat of his cum. he shushes you, large hand rubbing the inflated portion of your lower stomach. more cum spills from your pussy, dripping down his length and balls, drenching the soiled sheets even further.  

articles from what was supposed to be your future life lie on the floor, shattered and desecrated. exhaustion creeps up on you, too fucked out to even care about the searing pain on your wrist.

iwaizumi chuckles deeply, grabbing your wrist and showing your blurred vision a glowing orange mark—his mark, denoting his ownership over you. mind, body, and soul.

“you’re mine—now and forever, my sweet novitiate.”

[9:48 PM]

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[kurosukii]

𝐞𝐯𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞

pairing: akaashi keiji x f!reader

summary: forced to work from home because of quarantine, you end up spending some much needed time with your boyfriend, until that time of the month rolls around and it looks like he’s willing to help...

genre: smut, fluff, established relationship au

warnings: 18+. period sex (mentions of blood), shower sex, unprotected sex, slight blood kink, fingering, thigh riding, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), slight masturbation (m), praise, pet names, dirty talk, spoiler of his timeskip job

word count: 4.8k

author’s note: welp i wrote this when i was on my period . (promised that i would come back with something nasty and i literally did lmao) (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI)

° songs in the shower: like i want you - giveon | hit different x good days - sza | separation - kiana ledé ft. arin ray | girls need love - summer walker ft. drake | something - tone stith | every kind of way - h.e.r | feels - kehlani | true colors - the weeknd

° thank you @kurinoot, @meiansmistress​, and @ssrated1volleyballplayer​ for beta reading <33

[6:30 AM]

most of the time, you love mother nature, but right now? you practically despise her.

your alarm woke you up, and you were hoping to get some final editing done, but aunt flo decided to finally rear her head today. of course, you tracked your cycles so it was honestly just wishful thinking that she would go away.

it also didn’t help that akaashi wasn’t next to you when you woke up. his side of the bed was still warm and his clean scent of sage was wafting through your nose. you couldn’t help but grab his pillow to squish it to your chest and bury your nose to inhale his comforting scent.

it was just another regular day. well, as regular as it could be, with quarantine reaching its first month. you admit that you missed going out terribly, but due to the circumstances, you actually spent more time with akaashi than you did during your regular hours.

however, the both of you still worked your “office hours.” the only good side was that you could be beside each other, sometimes holding hands under the table like bashful teenagers. granted, you work under the same publisher but he’s in the manga department and you’re in the literature department.

a fateful team-building outing somehow brought your two departments together and you ended up being grouped together for a ‘heart to heart’ session. funnily enough, you found out that you sort of ‘switched’ departments because he wanted to be where you were and you wanted to be where he was. his mellow voice and slightly thick-framed glasses lured you in, and you’ve been smitten with him ever since.

you smiled softly at the memory of how you two got together before a twisting pain in your abdomen increased, and you quietly cried out, with a hand on top of your lower stomach slightly pushing down to lessen the pain.

it helped, but only a bit until you finally decided to get out of bed and take a much deserved long and hot shower before starting your day diving into the screen of your laptop and suffering in silence. you, however, knew that it wouldn’t get past akaashi’s sharp eyes. he would insist to have a day off so you could rest, and he would dutifully comfort and take care of you until the pain subsided.

but that was the thing, you couldn’t afford to have a day off because you were sort of running behind schedule on one of your projects, and you had no one to blame than your surprisingly cunning and insatiable boyfriend.

during the early weeks of quarantine, you had a whiplash at how akaashi’s often quiet and calm personality quickly did a 180 ever since the two of you were forced to work from home. he was practically fucking you any time and any place he can. he said it was something about “making up” for lost time. no, he was just addicted to you and he could finally act on his urges with no holds barred.

break from work? he’d push you down on the table and drill your pussy on to it. finished a long and tiring day? he’d gently wrap his arms around your waist and bounce you up and down his cock, telling you what a good girl you are and how he’s so proud of you.

sometimes, when he’s brimming with need, he won’t care about what he’s supposed to be doing. he’d just flip you over, push your panties to the side, spit on your damp cunt, and shove his cock inside of you.

he’d even fuck you while he was in a meeting. his colleagues would just be droning on and on while he fucked your pussy from behind. his camera and microphone would be off but the doubt was still there. however, you found that you really didn’t care all that much. not when akaashi’s cock was making you feel so good.

the sex only increased more the week before you were due, owing up to the fluctuating hormones inside of your body, which only made you hornier than you usually were. akaashi definitely didn’t mind your growing sex drive since he knew that it was almost your time of the month.

he also didn’t mind your emotional outbursts because he knew it was also a hazard of your cycle. in between the sexy times, he cuddled and doted on you, like the sweet and loving boyfriend that he is.

the sweet smile on your face got wiped off as you moaned in pain. you reached for your phone before you dragged your zombie-like body off the bed and waddled your way to the bathroom, not looking back because you were half aware of the stain it left on the bed.

you winced at the trickling feeling and hurried your waddling so you could have your long awaited hot shower. this was your sacred ritual because it alleviated the heaviness, deliriousness, and cramps you felt on the first day.

however, it didn’t alleviate the horniness you felt—because you knew only one person could quell your desire—and that person was most likely buried in his work. for the record, it’s practically carnage down there and you’re too embarrassed to ask for ‘help’, even if you did feel so needy.

you placed your phone on the sink and unlocked it to play your lofi shower playlist. you removed your clothes and threw them haphazardly on the floor and made your way to the shower. you didn’t bother to close the shower door because you only had two things ringing in your mind: hot water and orgasm.

you flipped the knob and turned it to the temperature where akaashi claimed the water was ‘flowing lava.’ you smiled at the memory; he always complained about it but he would jump in the shower with you anyway.

you moaned in delight at the feeling of the hot water cascading down your aching body. you brought your hands up to your neck and started sensually touching yourself, the water only stimulating your sensitive body even more.

your fingers started trailing down your body, fingertips ghosting over your sore and aching nipples. you closed your eyes as you imagined it was akaashi’s fingers instead. you knew that he used to feel insecure about them, but after playing with his fingers—both innocently and lewdly—he now had a newfound confidence and appreciation for them, especially when they’re inside your mouth or cunt.

you lowered your arm down your stomach, following the path of the water. you whimpered when you put your hand between your shaking legs, heat emanating from your pussy. you leaned your head back as you moaned from the feeling of cupping your sex. keiji’s hands feel so much better, you lamented. 

you spread your legs to make room for your fingers, pussy aching from the sensitivity of your touches. you leaned your head gently on the wall as your middle finger circled your clit. “keiji…” you moaned as you increased the speed of your finger. somehow, it felt better thinking they were his fingers making the slow ministrations on your aching bud, but it wasn’t so it made things more difficult.

you were moaning in frustration, tears brimming in your eyes as you desperately rubbed your clit. frankly, you’re too scared to plunge your fingers inside your bloody cunt, unprepared for the mess that you’ll see. the clit stimulation was good but it wasn’t enough and it wasn’t akaashi’s fingers.

the music drowned out the sound of the bathroom door opening and the rustle of clothes being removed. engrossed with the need to cum, you didn’t notice the naked warm body looming behind you.

akaashi was always quiet, more so when he was studying the curve of your back as it met the pert cheeks of your ass. his sharp eyes caught the crimson trail on the inside of your leg and it confirmed his suspicions.

he believes that he’s a good boyfriend, and good boyfriends always make their menstruating girlfriends feel better no matter what.

“i’m offended that you didn’t call me to help you relieve your pain, sweetheart,” akaashi whispered in your ear as he wrapped his long arms around your waist, his large hand covering yours, stopping you from furiously rubbing away at your clit.

“keiji!” you squealed and jumped at the warmth of his body enveloping yours. you didn’t hear him at all but you weren’t surprised. you sighed in relief and leaned your head on his shoulder as he left kisses on your neck, cheek, and temple.

there’s no place on your body where akaashi hasn’t kissed and the shower just happened to be the place of intimacy for the both of you. showers with him are your own form of therapy away from everything else. there was a certain kind of loving that the outside couldn’t give which made the sex softer and slower.

“you’re abusing your little clit, darling. is that how i taught you to do it?” he said as he nipped the top of your ear. “this is how it’s supposed to be done,” he whispered as his nimble fingers replaced yours. you moaned sweetly, squeezing his forearm as real pleasure bloomed inside of you.

“you circle it slowly, slower now that you’re extra sensitive,” his voice rasped, two fingers circling your clit with the right pressure. he knew your body better than you did, as if he had memorized each and every nerve ending. you bit your lip and whimpered, hips slightly following the direction of his fingers.

you felt the warmth and hardness of his cock on your lower back. he squeezed his cock with his free hand, softly groaning at the stimulation. while his fingers were slowly drawing circles on your clit, he was smearing his pre-cum on your wet skin.

“feels better, doesn’t it? now you move my hand, control the pace,” he ordered you softly. he let go of his dick to push your wet hair to one side and peppered kisses on the sensitive skin of your neck, then took hold of his aching cock again. you followed him, using both of your hands to maneuver his fingers.

“c-can i put your finger inside my pussy, keiji? i-i need something inside me,” you whined pitifully, mind delirious with the need to have your release. so delirious that you forgot about the predicament you were currently in.

unlike you, akaashi was lucid and truth be told, he was very curious about doing sexual activities while you were on your period, but he never really had the courage to ask you, until now.

“yes you can, baby. use my fingers as you please,” he groaned in your ear, the slick sounds of his hand stroking his cock ringing in your ears. you didn’t waste a second and inserted two of his fingers in your dripping cunt.

the both of you moaned loudly, you felt fuller than you had minutes before. they were much longer and thicker than your own, taking up more space than your fingers did. you gripped his wrist as you controlled the movements of his hand. 

akaashi wasn’t one to disappoint—he knew when to curl and scissor his fingers inside your tight cunt. it was so hot and wet that he groaned at the new feeling. he never fingered you on your period before, so this was also uncharted territory to him.

“your pussy’s so fucking wet, sweetheart. my fingers are just sliding in and out,” he purred lowly, regaining control of his hand. you squealed as akaashi increased the pace of his fingers.

your eyes crossed as they became half-lidded, mouth forming into a tiny “o” as your moans became louder and louder. you leaned your head back as you succumbed to the pleasure of the hot water and akaashi’s swift fingers.

“k-keiji, fuck! that feels so good!” you screamed, legs trembling at the pleasure. you squeezed your eyes shut as your tongue lolled out.

“i’m fucking close baby, cum with me?” akaashi moaned, his forehead leaning against your shoulder as he watched his hand fist his cock. his hips thrusted against your back, so close to spraying his cum on your ass.

“y-yes keiji! fuck gonna cum, gonna cum!” you moaned loudly, palms flat against the wall as you thrusted back on his fingers. you bit your lower lip as you tried to silence your screams.

“come on sweetheart, give me your cum. fuck!” akaashi growled as he squeezed his cock. his cum sprayed on your back, spurts of white dripping down between the cheeks of your ass.

you followed suit, cumming with a scream of his name, legs finally giving out. akaashi caught your limp body, your back completely molded with his chest. both of you were panting hard, trying to catch your breaths.

“do you feel better, my love?” akaashi asked you softly, his fingers still massaging your cunt. now that you orgasmed, the post nut clarity hit you hard and you squealed at the leaking red trail on the inside of your legs.

“k-keiji! y-yes but i’m a mess down there! don’t look!” you pleaded with him. akaashi just laughed at you and shushed you with a sweet and long kiss to your lips.

“it’s fine sweetheart. i quite like it, actually. you’re more sensitive and your pussy is wetter and hotter,” akaashi punctuated each word with a kiss down your back until he was face to face with your cum-stained ass.

he pulled out his fingers and you moaned at the movement, your jaw dropped as you watched your blood-stained cum travel down your legs. akaashi watched it too, and he licked his lips at the sight of it.

he was on his knees behind you, the water on the floor swishing as he moved. his throbbing cock twitched and he kissed both of the cheeks of your ass before he spun you around and hooked your leg over his shoulder, leaving bloody fingerprints on your outer thigh—which were eventually washed away by the running water.

“k-keiji...what are you do—!” you didn’t get to finish your sentence because akaashi sucked your sensitive clit into his mouth. he matched the licks on your clit with the strokes of his hand on his cock.

he moaned at the stimulation and metallic taste of your bud. you winced as your head hit the back of the wall, both of your hands fisting into his wet hair.

“t-too sensitive, n-not too fast keiji!” you begged him, his mouth was slurping and making lewd sounds on your clit. he listened to you and slowed his tongue, but he didn’t change the pace of the strokes on his aching cock.

his tongue followed the motions of his fingers when he joined you in the shower, slow and teasing. you whimpered as you made eye contact with him. he winked when your eyes met, fingers squeezing the fat of your thigh.

you were nearing your orgasm once again, sensitivity making your nerves come alive and akaashi’s tongue was only adding to it. you tugged his hair and closed your eyes, moans freely flowing from your mouth.

“g-gonna cum again, keiji!” you squealed when akaashi bit your clit softly. you couldn’t control yourself even if you wanted to. you came all over his mouth with a scream while he groaned as his own cum stained his stomach.

both of you breathed heavily, chests rising. you looked at him and gasped at his appearance. his chest and neck were covered with red splatters of your cum. your face burned in embarrassment at the mess you caused but akaashi just chuckled at your demeanor.

you never knew akaashi had a thing for blood until now, much less period blood. his mouth and chin were covered with bits and pieces of it and all you could do was gape at him.

“it doesn’t disgust me, sweetheart,” he said with a smile, rising to his full height and angling the shower head to rinse off the extra pieces off of him.

your jaw was still slack, caught unaware at akaashi’s statement. one thing you’re sure quarantine did was awaken akaashi’s hidden sexual desires.

once he was clean, he turned off the shower and scooped you in his arms and sat on the wide shower bench he had installed when you moved in together. you squealed at the sudden movement and wrapped your arms around his neck, sensitive breasts pressing up against his chest.

he settled you on his lap, his still hard cock bouncing against his abdomen. he didn’t waste time and started kissing your neck, fingers gently pulling your hair to expose more of the skin to his mouth. you whimpered at the feeling of his soft lips on your neck.

“i know you’re still not satisfied darling,” he said as he pulled away from your neck. his skillful hands massaged your lower stomach, making you moan in delight at the soothing feeling.

the feeling of his hands felt too good for you to form words. you nodded in agreement and he hummed. he would give you his cock, but he wanted to try one more thing before he plunged his dick in your extra lubricated pussy.

“can you ride my thigh, baby?” he asked shyly, as if he hadn’t had blood all over himself a few minutes prior. your cheeks flushed at his request, but mouthed out a yes as you positioned himself over his thick thigh.

his volleyball days didn’t leave him, that was for sure. he still possessed the same strength and physique. that was evident in the way his muscles rippled every time he fucked you. your hands would trace his chest and you would kiss his palms, silently easing his insecurities about them.

you balanced yourself on your knees, internally wincing at the hardness of the bench underneath you. but you didn’t care, akaashi’s thigh was there and that was all that mattered.

you reached between your legs and spread your folds to reveal your clit. you gasped as droplets of cum and blood landed on his skin. he immediately gripped his cock with one hand and stroked his shaft at the sight.

he groaned and leaned his head on the wall behind him, his other hand squeezing your hip. you lowered yourself and slowly ground your clit on his thigh.

you moaned loudly at the feeling of his slick skin gliding against your puffy clit. he stroked his cock faster at the heat of your pussy enveloping his thigh.

“go faster, baby,” he moaned, his hand tapping your hip. you heeded his command and started sliding your overstimulated clit faster. your arms wrapped around his neck as you moaned wantonly in his ear.

he let go of his cock, pre-cum leaking from the tip and placed his large hands on top of your ass. he raised his eyebrow in question at the sticky feeling until he remembered that it was his cum from when he came on your back. he groaned at the memory and bit his lip.

he squeezed your ass with two hands while you ride his muscled thigh. he would grope and fondle your tits but they were too sore and tender, he figured that you would cry out in pain more than pleasure if he did so.

“that’s a good girl. feeling good, baby?” he purred as he kissed and sucked at the sensitive skin on your neck.

“yes, keiji, so good,” you whimpered, hips grounding on his thigh. your whimper quickly turns into a squeal when he flexed his thigh and it just so happened to be the area you were dragging your pulsing clit on.

“yeah? ride my thigh faster, pretty girl. i can see you’re about to cum aga–fuck yeah, just like that,” akaashi moaned, his hand moving back to his cock and matching the speed of your hips.

he grabbed the back of your head and kissed you hard, tongues and moans clashing together. the slick sounds of your clit sliding on his thigh coupled with the low music playing served as background noises to your kissing.

“keiji, i’m g-gonna cum again! oh my god, my clit’s fucking aching,” you cried out, tears in your eyes as you trembled from the pleasure and pain.

“come on baby, yeah that’s it. cum for me, cum for me,” akaashi groaned loudly, his hand squeezing his shaft as his warm cum landed in between your bodies.

“oh my god—yes! i’m cumming!” you screamed when you felt akaashi’s cum paint your body. you stiffened, slick and blood gushing out of your overstimulated pussy and drenching his thigh.

you were whimpering, trying to push through your overwhelmed senses. you ended up crashing on his chest as his arms embraced you. your chests were heaving up and down, still high from both of your orgasms.

you stayed in that position for a few minutes before akaashi pulled away and settled his hands on your waist, ignoring the mess on your lower bodies.

“do you–do you think we can have sex baby?” he asked softly. you’ve had three orgams and if you said no, he’d understand, but it’s the one thing he wants to experience. his hands were slightly shaking out of nervousness as he looked at you with child-like hope in his dark blue eyes.

“but-but it’s disgu—” you stuttered. your clit was practically begging you to stop but you were just so fucking drunk on desire and akaashi just kept surprising you. he interrupted you, however, before you could sway him.

“it’s not disgusting, baby. it’s natural,” he said matter-of-factly, slightly indignant at your implication. “why would i find something that’s supposed to be natural, disgusting?” he questioned you, hands rubbing your hips.

“besides, i-i read somewhere—it’s a credible medical website, don’t worry—that sex alleviates cramps due to the contractions of the ute-”

“fuck me, keiji, now.”

you ended his rant with your demand. akaashi just gaped at you, disbelief covering his pretty features. he blinked and he was on his feet, cock bobbing along with him.

“where are you going?” you asked in a small voice, confusion clear in your eyes. you were sat on the bench, the water soaking your ass and thighs.

“i’m going to get a towel, baby. don’t think i didn’t notice your discomfort when you rose to your knees,” he said as he walked out of the shower.

you shivered. now that you were separated from the warmth of akaashi’s body, you realized just how cold the shower became, even when the glass walls were foggy from your activities with your boyfriend.

he came back with a fluffy dark grey towel and a shy smile on his pretty lips. your heart warmed at the sight. even when the both of you did all those things, he was still his shy self underneath it all.

“move a bit, sweetheart. i’m going to put this under your knees,” he said sweetly. you followed him, eager to finally get fucked by his cock. your clit was complaining awhile ago, but now it’s aching for his dick.

once you were on all-fours, akaashi bit his lip and traced one long line down your spine, making you shiver in delight. his chest puffed out in pride at your ass that was still coated in his cum.

“hold the handles tightly, sweetheart. don’t want you slipping now, do we?” he whispered in your ear as he settled behind you, his large hands finding purchase on your hips.

he kissed the back of your neck, lips leaving a trail of warmth until he reached your tailbone. he straightened his body before holding his cock and lining it up with your hole.

he rubbed his tip against your slit, making you moan at the familiar and needed slick of his cockhead. he moved his hips ever so slowly, his jaw clenching at the extra tightness and heat of your cunt.

“shit sweetheart, i know how wet you get every time we play and fool around, but this?” he said through his teeth as he bottomed out in your pussy, in his favorite place. you whimpered when he squeezed your ass to emphasize his point.

“we should have been fucking on your period a long time ago,” akaashi lamented, his mind starting to be consumed by your tight hole clamping down on him.

he moved his hips until only his tip remained inside and he thrusted back in with half a thought. you both moaned loudly at the movement, your knuckles turning white with how hard you’re gripping the handles.

he pulled out and thrusted inside again, his hips finding the perfect rhythm to drill your pussy. his hold on your hips tightened with every thrust he made, your mouth falling open in pleasure and body shaking along with his thrusts.

“more, keiji! i want more, feels so good!” you cried out, words sputtering at the end as akaashi increased the strength of his thrusts.

he happened to look down at where the two of you were so intimately connected and his brain short-circuited when he saw your blood mixing with his pre-cum and covering his cock in all your juices.

“not too deep, keiji!” you moaned when he thrusted deeply and hit the entrance of your cervix.

“sorry baby. your pussy is just so fucking hot, and the way your juices are covering my cock–it’s making me so hard, baby,” he groaned, head thrown back as he thrusted, softer this time, but still enough to make you feel so full, so complete.

you moaned wantonly, entirely intoxicated with how good akaashi is fucking you. you moved your hips along with his thrusts, making him hit all the good spots inside your pussy.

“yeah, you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” akaashi praised you as he watched your hips move, making your ass jiggle and bounce back against his pelvic bone.

“your pussy’s always so good, so needy for me,” he growled, one hand leaving your hips and reaching around your stomach to toy with your clit.

“keiji! play with my clit, make me cum for you one last time!” you begged him as your body jolted upwards with the feeling of his fingers on your clit.

“come on baby, be a good girl for me and cum all over my cock,” he moaned as he maintained the strength of his thrusts but increased in pace.

“yes, keiji! i’m cumming, i’m cumming!” you screamed when his fingers circled your clit and pinched it. your legs shook as you moaned long and hard, covering akaashi’s cock with your juices.

akaashi came with a shout of your name, his hot cum spilling inside of your pussy as he squeezed your hips. his thrusts slowed down as he groaned in your ear, his teeth absentmindedly nipping your earlobe.

he fell forward and covered the expanse of your back. your hands felt numb now from how hard you squeezed the handle when you came.

once you were facing akaashi, you smiled at him and kissed his pink lips. he pulled you on his lap and kissed you back, the smile never leaving his lips as he breathed out praises and thanks.

you made out in the shower for what felt like forever until your teeth chattered from the cold. akaashi stood up and supported your body as he placed the both of you under the showerhead and turned the knob to your wanted temperature.

he sighed as the hot water rinsed your bodies of your shared fluids. this was your favourite part of showering with akaashi—the lathering and washing of your soft and pliant body, leaving sweet kisses on every patch of skin he can.

once he deemed the both of you clean enough, he carried you outside of the shower stall and grabbed a fluffy towel along the way.

“how are you feeling sweetheart? not aching anymore?” he asked you, voice gentle and mellow while he dried you with the towel.

“feel so much better, keiji. doesn’t hurt that bad anymore. just tired, that’s all. you did quite a number on me back there,” you teased as you wrapped your arms around his neck. he blushed, his cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink.

he pecked your lips as he wrapped the towel around your semi dry body and carried you out into the cool temperature of your shared room. he gently laid you down on the center of the bed, expecting your usual naked cuddles and loving whispers.

you thought that was what akaashi had in mind as well, until he ripped the towel off of you and quickly placed it under your ass and spread your legs wide, baring your sensitive and dripping pussy to his eyes once more.

it was a productive work day, but just a different kind of work.

[8:08 AM]

[kurosukii]

𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞

pairing: bokuto koutarou x f!reader

summary: spending your friday night unwinding at the club with your friends is a common occurrence, but meeting a guy like him just made your night even better.

genre: smut, club au, strangers to lovers au

warnings: 18+. unprotected sex, pet names, face-fucking, facial, fingering (public), bathroom and mirror sex, slight dubcon (because of alcohol), size kink, multiple orgasms, panty gagging, oral (f and m receiving), dirty talk, exhibitionism, voyeurism, swearing, alcohol consumption, degradation, praise, sir kink, hair pulling, slight manipulation, slight humiliation, slight oral fixation, motorboating, cockwarming

word count: 7.5k

author’s note: this was supposed to be fluffy and suggestive and a songfic but it turned out like...this. making that iwa smut sent my brain to overdrive and since bo was next in the wips, he kind of got victimized by my horny self...it has a bit of a plot that’s why it’s so long. (unedited) (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI)

° listen to the weeknd’s song professional when you reach the line “the music playing above...” for a more immersed reading experience ;). 

[12:27 AM]

“you come here often?”

you sighed exasperatedly, eyes rolling as you walked passed another drunkard trying to pull the moves on you. and seriously? ‘you come here often’? can this guy get any more cliché? you didn’t bother to grace him with a glance as you made a bee-line towards your friends standing around the table, coming from the restroom of the dimly lit club.

it took a longer time to reach them as the press of sweaty bodies pushed you around, body swaying in your heels, partly from their shoving and partly from the alcohol that’s swimming in your system. you really didn’t mind clubbing, especially when it’s with your friends, but you would absolutely be fine without the hazards that came with it. hazards in the form of shitfaced people trying to score and find a body to warm the emptiness of their beds, and you kind of feel guilty thinking about it because you were one of those people too. sometimes.

“hey girl! glad you made it back safely!” one of your friends giggled, words slurring as the alcohol made its way into her system, petite body swaying to the bass of the music, making the floor shake with every beat drop. you’re actually surprised that you heard her, considering how loud it was, but you guess it was an advantage that your table was nearer to the back, where the drinks are. easy access, you smiled to yourself.

“what are you smiling about? did you finally notice the hottie that’s been eye-fucking you since we got here? he’s looking at you like an eagle or was it a hawk? maybe an owl?” your friend giggled once more, laughing at her own ‘joke’ as her words piqued your interest. like any curious person, you looked around the vicinity of the high end club you had no idea how your friends managed to get a table in. yeah, it had the usual scene of the clubs that you and your friends frequented, but this club, winged tiger, felt different, classier, more sensual. you slightly shook your head as you focused back on your task, looking for this so called hottie that’s been eye-fucking you, your body flushing from both shyness and anticipation.

you came up short, however, as you didn’t see anyone of significance, aside from the leers of the drunk patrons who tried to make a pass at you, and you politely declined, followed by an ‘uptight bitch’ which just made you roll your eyes at the bruised ego. i’m too sober for this, you thought.

slightly disappointed that you didn’t find your mystery man and the notion that you might go back to your apartment alone without a stumbling body to blow off some steam with, you turned back to the table as your friends cheered loudly at the shot glasses and bottle being placed on it. one of your friends took the liberty of pouring the tequila in the shot glasses before she monopolized the entire bottle for herself, making your other friends protest at the ‘unfairness of it all’. you just laughed at them, taking one glass of your own as you downed the alcohol in one swallow, throat and chest burning from the heat of the liquid. you made a face as you sucked on the lime to ease the acrid taste of what you deemed as demon liquid, shivering from the aftertaste and also, the feeling of eyes roaming your body.

unbeknownst to you, bokuto koutarou was definitely eye-fucking you. bottom lip between his teeth as he had the perfect view to study the dips and curves of your sinful body, only accentuated by the skintight dress you were wearing. his hands gripping the railings of the second level, the vip floor, of his club as he imagined how you would look wrapped around him, his fat cock pounding your pussy as you moaned his name over and over.

he could feel his body coil in tension as his blood went south, cock aching in his pants as he imagined all the nasty things he would do to you and your sexy body. how your lips would look like wrapped around his fat cock, mascara streaks running down your face as you tried to take all of his length. how his fingers would make a mess of your pussy, long and thick digits going in and out. he growled lowly as he stretched his neck, forcing himself away from the railings as he walked to the stairs at the side, beginning his descent, and stalking towards you.

“guess he found his fucktoy of the night,” his long-time friend konoha smirked as he watched bokuto walk towards the direction of you and your friends’ table. “it’s going to be a long night for her,” akaashi said. his mellow voice slightly laced with pity at the fact that you were unaware of the things his best friend was going to do to you. “good thing i brought ear plugs this time! going to pass them around later,” konoha laughed as he walked back to the booth, where the rest of their friends were. akaashi just shook his head and smiled at konoha’s antics, following him to the grey cushioned seats.

as you downed shot after shot, confidence building up and inhibitions going down, you shivered as you felt a looming presence pass behind you. since the table was situated near the bar, you had a good view of the man before you.

your breath hitched in your throat as you took in his form. he was easily the sexiest man you’ve ever seen. even through the fabric of his dress shirt, you could still see the definition of his muscles, body rippling as he leaned on the counter and laughed with the bartender. his silver and black hair sticking up in two pointed directions, normally you’d snort at such a bizarre hairstyle, but this sexy motherfucker was making it work. you loved the way his pants hugged his ass and thick thighs, slightly aroused and jealous of his assets. you rubbed your thighs together to relieve the building discomfort in your pussy. what the fuck, you thought to yourself. are you seriously getting this worked up by just looking at a man?

“pssst, girl! that’s the hottie i was talking about earlier! the one that was eye-fucking you! damn, he looks even hotter up close,” your friend slurred. if you were sober, your face would’ve heated in embarrassment at the bluntness of your friend, but since you had enough alcohol, you just giggled at her statement. “girl! he’s looking at you right now! oh my god! go to him! go to him!” your friend squealed in delight as she grabbed your arm and jumped up and down, how she did it in her heels, you had no idea. you stumbled a bit as she pushed you forward to silver and black haired man’s direction.

you narrowed your eyes at her then straightened your body. you fiddled at the hem of your dress, pulling it down your legs to cover your ass, an action to try to ease your nerves. thankfully, you had the power of liquid courage to push all those intrusive thoughts away as you faced the man that’s currently making your pussy quiver in anticipation.

you were about to take a step towards him until your eyes locked with his. the intensity of his golden eyes was enough to root you to your spot. he leaned his arms against the counter of the bar, one ankle across the other as he tilted his head at you. he raised his eyebrow as he smirked at you, a sliver of his pink tongue wetting his bottom lip. come here, his eyes beckoned to you, and just like that, your legs had a mind of its own as it closed the distance between you and him.

you settled on the high chair beside him. he scrutinized your face with his owlish eyes for a few seconds until he stretched his lips into the brightest grin you’ve ever seen. the shine of his teeth under the low light of the club mesmerizing you. you couldn’t help but let out a timid smile of your own as his eyes crinkled at the sides.

“what drink can i get you, beautiful?” he said smoothly, leaning his chin on his hand as he focused on you and only you. you mirrored his actions as well, placing your chin on both of your hands as your eyelashes fluttered at him. you didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered down to your cleavage, squeezed together by your arms. he wasn’t even being subtle about it, tongue licking his lips as he stared. you can’t help but admit to yourself that the small action made your cunt clench and you subconsciously rubbed your thighs together. he didn’t miss your reaction either, smirking as he straightened his body and made eye contact with you again.

“tell me your name first before i let you buy me a drink,” you said boldly, thank fuck for liquid courage. he laughed lowly at your demand before he indulged you, he reached out a large calloused hand and smiled at you. “bokuto koutarou, at your service,” he said suavely, you placed your hand in his, smaller and daintier. you told him your name as he brought your joined hands to his plump lips and kissed your knuckles. your face heated at the gentlemanly gesture, both from arousal and wonder. he repeated your name back to you and you slightly shivered at how good and sensual it came from his lips.

“a fitting name for a stunning woman like you. now, your drink?” he praised you, face heating up even more as he still held on to your hand, his thumb slightly rubbing small circles on the skin between your thumb and index fingers. “strawberry daiquiri,” you told him, transfixed at the way his eyes seemed childlike, seemed to know everything but still remained shuttered, like he was hiding something beneath.

“one strawberry daiquiri for the beautiful lady coming right up!” he said enthusiastically. you couldn’t help but laugh at how cheerful he was being. he made things lively and you felt so at ease with him, well, you also had to thank the help of alcohol to loosen you up during the conversation.

a hazard of you getting drunk was your sex drive increasing by a shit ton. you realised that you were already nearing inebriation when all you were doing was staring at the way his plump lips moved, tongue slightly snaking out as he talked animatedly. your hazy mind filling your head with fantasies of how he tasted like, how his lips would feel around your nipple as he licked, between your legs as he sucked on your clit—fucking hell. why the fuck was he just so fucking hot.

bokuto knew you were getting hornier the longer you talked to him. he could tell in the way your pupils dilated and breathing become heavier, making your tits move up and down your chest. he swallowed a groan as he discreetly palmed his bulging cock through his pants. he was actually impressed at his restraint, since his cock has been aching the moment he saw you.

he had half a mind of swiping the counter of the glasses and other shit placed on them, maneuvering your sexy body on the counter as he hiked up your sinful dress to your hips, pulling your panties to the side as he quickly unsheathed his thick cock from the confines of his pants as he buried himself balls deep inside your cunt. hips snapping on your skin as he fucked you for everyone to see, for everyone to hear you begging him to go harder and faster.

not now, he growled to himself, feeling his cock leak through his pants. he downed his whiskey in one go and faced your needy body.

“you wanna dance with me, beautiful? can’t have a complete night without busting out some moves on the dance floor,” he said as he swayed his hips side to side. you laughed and nodded at him, horniness slightly fading away as you took his hand in yours.

he twirled you dramatically causing you to trip over your feet and you fell towards his solid and warm chest. hands bracing yourself, you felt the warmth of his body and pleasant scent of his cologne invade your senses. the arousal that went away for a bit came rushing back as his big hands were burning on your waist as he steadied you, golden eyes burning into yours making his breathing pick up. you absentmindedly rubbed your breasts to his front and gulped at the heavy warmth against your stomach. fuck, he’s big. he cleared his throat and straightened your body, guiding you to the sweaty bodies littering the dance floor. he picked a spot where there were less people hanging around, giving the both of you more space to dance and enjoy yourselves.

the music playing from the speakers above you was sensual, perfect for the ambience of the club. the heavy bass boosting, making the floor shake. you were equal parts hypnotized and surprised at bokuto’s dancing skills, his body moving like free flowing water while the rest of the people around the both of you were moving like violent waves against the shore. you wrapped your arms around his neck, slightly tiptoeing even if you’re wearing killer heels because he’s so big and tall. you feel so secure in his arms as he moves your bodies, in sync to the beat of the weeknd’s song professional.

his hands lowered from your waist to your hips as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “are you having fun, baby?” he asked, warm breath tickling your ear as you felt giddy from the new endearment. you shivered at his closeness, your drunken mind inhaling his lavender and sea salt scent. “yes, i’m having fun, bokuto,” you replied breathily as he caressed your hips, dangerously close to your ass. he moved his hands to cover the expanse of your pert ass, the warmth from his palms comforting you. he hummed as he squeezed the fat of your ass.

“do you want to enjoy yourself more, baby?” he whispered seductively, hands becoming bolder as he groped and kneaded your behind. his one hand going to your front and cupping your pussy, his thick middle finger teasing circles on your clit through your panties. you moaned out a yes at what he was implying, slick dampening your cunt. fuck, were you finally going to see the massive cock he’s hiding and get it wet with your pussy?

“turn around, baby,” he said. you followed him and turned around, you took a step to practically run for the doors of the club, blood heating at the thought that yes, you were going home with someone after all. before your foot even landed on the ground, bokuto wrapped his thick arms around your middle and pulled you back to him, his whole front molding your back, the prominent bulge on the curve of your ass burning. you were about to question what the fuck he was doing until he squeezed you firmly.

“where are you going?” he questioned you genuinely, his beautiful features contorting into confusion as he tilted his head to the side. you were equally confused, did you read the room wrong?

you were burning with embarrassment at the thought that bokuto might have meant something else, and not the carnal idea that has been brewing in your mind ever since you sat beside him at the bar—but his hand was under your dress just now, surely the both of you are on the same page? fuck. you wanted the ground to swallow you whole, but bokuto eased your worries. for that issue anyway, because you swore your body was drained of all of its blood at the following words that came out of his sinful mouth.

“who says you can’t enjoy yourself, right here, right now?” he smirked at you, suave self returning as he realised the misunderstanding. your breath hitched, right here? on the dance floor? where people can see you?

“b-but people are going to hear bokuto! they’re going to see us,” you cried at him, voice high pitched at his proposition. he chuckled as he brought his hand up to gather your hair at one side, his mouth peppering kisses on your sweet neck down to your exposed shoulders, effectively increasing your arousal.

“that’s what makes it even more fun, right baby? the idea that you’re getting fucked by my fingers with everyone around us?” he said, pausing his assault on your neck. you moaned as your pussy clenched at the vision he was painting in your mind. “your juices drenching my hand and your thighs while you beg me to make your dirty cunt cum all over my fingers? doesn’t that sound so fucking hot, baby?” he finished his statement with a suckle to your neck, bruising the thin skin. well, when he put it like that…

normally, when you’re sober, you’d shut the idea down, but you’re not sober, and you’re starting to feel that familiar ache in your pussy. you bit your lip, prolonging your decision as you felt bokuto grind his clothed cock on your ass.

“play with my pussy and make me cum, bokuto, i need you,” you moaned, leaning your head on his shoulder. bokuto hissed as your needy words went straight to his cock, making it twitch in his pants. “your wish is my command, beautiful,” he said as he nipped the top of your ear before he maneuvered your body to a more comfortable angle.  

his lips went back to kissing your neck as he brought his hands under your dress, hiking up the hem to your hips as he exposed your wet panties to anyone who can see. “a thong? were you expecting something tonight, slut?” you moaned at his quick change in demeanor, his deep voice making more slick fall from your pussy.

he used his left hand to pull your panties to the side as his right hand ghosted over your mound. he slowly ran his middle finger down your slit, the other two separating your folds. he gathered all the slick he found on his middle finger and rubbed slow and agonizing circles on your clit.

“so fucking wet, i’m surprised you’re not forming a puddle around you with how fucking drenched your cunt is,” he growled in your ear, you moaned at his voice, the vibrations only adding to the stimulation of his finger on your clit.

you were about to beg him to put it in when he cut your train of thought as he shoved two of his long and thick fingers knuckle-deep in your pussy. you cried at the force, his fingers so different than your own, more satisfying.

“fuck, you’re so tight, your pussy is clenching my fingers so hard, your cunt is so greedy,” he groaned in your ear, his fingers picking up in speed as you moaned loudly. you’ve never been more grateful for the dark colours of the club, the only source of light were the purple and blue strobe lights that were randomly hitting the ground from where you and bokuto stood.  his left hand travelled up your body to the sweetheart neckline of your dress, pulling it down until your tits were exposed to the cold and stuffy air, nipples hardening.

dear fucking god. you would pull away from bokuto right now if there was no alcohol in you. but honestly, even if you were sober, you wouldn’t want to leave his embrace because his fingers were working magic in your pussy, and you didn’t want to admit it but the thought of getting caught, of people witnessing you fall apart in bokuto’s arms as his skilled fingers thrusted in and out of you,  stroking your walls, was exhilarating.

“oh my god, yes bokuto, right there, fuck!” you threw your head back on his shoulder as you mewled loudly, arching your back to his front as his fingers hit that spot. your hips rolled, trying to fuck his fingers harder.  

“it’s sir. whether i’m playing with your cunt, eating it, fucking it, it’s sir. understand, bitch?” he growled in your face. “now, answer me, do you like what i’m doing to this nasty pussy? address me properly,” bokuto hissed as your cunt squeezed his thick fingers more, your juices trickling down your legs. “yes sir, i like what you’re doing to my nasty pussy so much, oh fuck yes,” you moaned loudly, uncaring of the volume of your moans because all that mattered to you was him and his fingers.

“look at how loud you’re being. you like putting on a show for everyone, hm? a few minutes ago you were still hesitating, but look at you now. what a fucking slutty whore,” he said as he taunted you, his teeth nibbling your lower lip as you moaned from his dirty words. he took the opportunity to kiss you hard, teeth clashing against yours. you cried into his mouth when his fingers found your sweet spot. he groaned while kissing you, so turned on from the way you were practically melting in his arms. he couldn’t stop his hips from rutting against your ass, but it was only a small reprieve because he knew that he’d only be satisfied once he was either inside your mouth or cunt.

“sir please make me cum! fuck please!” you pulled away from his lips while you begged pathetically. bokuto let go of your hair as he snaked his hand down to your pussy. coupled with his fingers curling inside your walls as he hit your g-spot and drawing circles on your puffy clit, he had you seeing stars. “yesyesyes oh my god right there fuck–” you screamed as you closed your eyes, so tight that it hurt. you could feel the wetness of your orgasm trickling out of you, passing bokuto’s hand as the rest went down your trembling legs.

“that was so fucking hot,” bokuto groaned, eyes wide as he brought his soaking fingers near his face. he was observing the translucent strings, separating his fingers over and over again, playing with your essence. he slipped them inside his mouth and his eyes practically rolled to the back of his head. his aching cock twitched as he moaned at your sweet taste, and he decided that he needed to taste it directly from its source, from your dirty cunt.

you were breathing so hard, naked chest heaving up and down. if it weren’t for bokuto’s hulking body, you would’ve collapsed into a heap on the floor. that was probably the best orgasm you’ve ever had in your life, and you shuddered at the idea that if his fingers can do that to you, what more if it’s his cock?

coming down from your high, you remembered where you were and humiliation settled in your gut. your eyes cleared up as you took note of your surroundings. people around you were either actively facing away from you and bokuto or openly staring at the show you just put out. surprisingly, you didn’t feel any ounce of regret. hell, you’d go through this again if it meant that bokuto would treat your pussy the way he did just now. you felt embarrassed, however, because not everyone wanted to see that spectacle.

“come on baby, let’s go somewhere private. let me show you what i can really do to your sexy body and greedy cunt,” bokuto said confidently, not really caring that the both of you basically gave everyone a show. a damn good one at that. if it were up to him, he’d throw your body in one of the booths and start pounding your pussy the way it deserves to be pounded, roaming eyes be damned. he’d show everyone how it really looks like when a pussy gets fucked into submission, but from what he learned about you during your conversation, that’s not something you’d really approve of.

“damn, that shit was actually hot as fuck,” konoha whistled lowly, eyes wide as he took in what just happened. he was one of the people who were openly staring at yours and bokuto’s display. “that’s the first time he’s ever done something like that,” akaashi said contemplatively. unlike konoha, once he heard your whines and moans, he took the ear plugs laid on the table and popped them into his ears, giving you some privacy. well, he tried anyway.

bokuto scooped your limp and shaking body into his strong arms as he carried you bridal style. you would have protested if it weren’t for the fact that you literally couldn’t walk. he walked towards the stairs that had two burly men guarding it. vip was plastered on the wall beside them. you turned to him and opened your mouth to ask if you were allowed there but he cut you off. “i own the club, baby. you go where i want you to go,” he said as he winked at you, sweat glistening on his eyebrow. your eyes widened like saucers, no wonder why he didn’t give a fuck about what happened, it was his club. he could do anything he wanted to do.

come to think of it, that’s the reason why he was comfortable with the bartenders and some of the patrons. he swaggered around like he owned the place because he actually did. but it’s more than that, there was a certain confidence and security about him that couldn’t be shaken. maybe that’s why you enjoy his company so much—aside from the fact that he had talented fingers—and soon enough, you’d get to experience other parts of him as well.

“okay then, mr. bigshot, where are we going?” you questioned him in amusement, never mind the fact that your pussy was still gushing slick, making you squirm in his arms at the discomfort. “somewhere private, baby. you’ll see,” he smiled devilishly at you, his hold on you tightening as he nodded at the men guarding the stairwell, they nodded back at him. your face flushed in embarrassment while you subtly hid in bokuto’s neck. they most likely witnessed what their boss did to you earlier. said boss walked up the stairs to the vip floor with a spring in his step, clearly excited for what’s going to happen, his blood heating up and cock straining at the idea of ravaging your body.

when you finally arrived at the second floor, bokuto stalked towards a nondescript black door, not bothering to acknowledge the other people lounging around the velvet cushions, smirking as they went back to their own drinks.

even if bokuto gave you a mind numbing orgasm, you were still horny as fuck. clearly, the alcohol in your body was still doing its work on you. he set you down before the door, hurriedly turning the knob as he dragged you inside the surprisingly well lit room. before you even got the chance to study the room, bokuto slammed the door and pinned your body against it, lips claiming your own in a bruising kiss as you moaned at his eagerness.

he tasted like whiskey and bad decisions but you didn’t care, not when his warm tongue is massaging your own, hands squeezing and playing with your tits. you rubbed at his chest and abdomen, trying to unbutton his shirt with your shaky hands. bokuto abruptly pulled away as he ripped his shirt off, buttons flying away. you gasped at his strength as he chuckled at you, quickly resuming his assault on your swollen lips.

you wrapped your arms around his thick neck, moaning into his mouth as he made quick work of removing his pants. the sound of his belt unbuckling only making your legs squirm against each other as you felt your pussy quiver.

he detached himself from your lips as his strong hands pushed on your shoulders, getting you down to your knees. because you were busy kissing his soft and pink lips, you were only now noticing the package between his legs. your eyes widened, mouth slightly drying because his cock is the biggest one you’ve ever seen. long and thick, with veins littering his shaft, pink head leaking so much pre-cum it was dripping down to the floor. it hit the navel of his abdomen, twitching the more you gaped at it.

“like what you see, baby? this cock has been so ready for you, leaking everywhere,” bokuto moaned, breath panting as he slowly stroked himself, effectively smearing his slick over his monster cock as makeshift lube. he walked closer to you, one hand bracing himself against the door. he guided his cock to your kiss-swollen lips, tracing it as he left white trails behind on them. “open up baby, sir’s gonna fuck that pretty little mouth of yours and make it his own fleshlight,” he hissed as your tongue slipped out of your mouth, giving his slit an experimental lick.

you opened your mouth wider as he pushed himself in, jaw already aching at his length and girth. fuck, he’s not even halfway through. he threw his head back as he moaned unabashedly at the heat and wetnes of your mouth. you moaned too, the vibrations going through his cock and down his spine. he pushed himself inside your mouth more, hand grabbing fistfuls of your hair. once your mouth had enough, you raised your hands to hold the rest of him that you couldn’t fit inside of your mouth.

“your mouth looks so good around my cock, baby. i’m going to fit my whole cock inside your mouth before this night’s over, i promise you that,” he growled as he tightened his grip on your hair. he gave a light thrust as you moaned at his words.

sensing your own readiness, you started sucking on his cock, head bobbing on it as drool and slick was falling out of your mouth. bokuto moaned as he rested his forehead on the door, golden eyes observing the way his cock pistoned in and out of your mouth. one hand was pulling and squeezing the rest of his shaft while the other was fondling and playing with his heavy balls. you could tell that  bokuto really liked that a lot with how loud he was being. “yeah, yeah, like that, fuck, mouth f-feels so good,” he stuttered as your tongue played with his slit, then licked the veins on the underside of his shaft.

this was definitely the first time that you’ve ever enjoyed sucking dick, bokuto’s moans and grunts only adding to your confidence. bokuto was moaning so loudly that you blushed at his lack of shyness, but he sounds so fucking hot though.

“shit yeah, look at you, your face is so messy with my slick and your saliva, you like that i’m fucking your mouth? using it as a fleshlight, hm?” he taunted you, hips snapping against your mouth, you could feel the tears running down your face as his cock kept hitting the back of your throat. “fuck, look at the mascara running down your face, you look so fucked out right now, bitch. yeah sir loves it when you’re gagging and choking on his cock, fuck yeah,” he moaned, thrusts going faster and faster. his orgasm was so near that the only thing in his mind was reaching it.

before you knew it, he thrusted his dick so hard that he fit his whole monster of a cock inside your mouth all the way to his base, your nose rubbing against his abdomen as you moaned all around him. he came with a loud moan as your throat felt his hot cum pouring down on it. he was still cumming so hard when he pulled out of your mouth as you gasped for your breath. he guided his cock to your face as cum still spurted out of his slit, spraying your lips, nose, and face with it. “you look even more beautiful with your face painted in my cum,” he breathed out in fascination as he smeared the cum on your face with his sensitive tip, his body shuddering at the extra stimulation.

he panted hard as he chased his breath, defined chest heaving up and down as he came down from one of the most satisfying orgasms of his life. you panted hard as well, throat all used up, but you realised that you’d do it again and again because bokuto looked like a fucking god above you, even if he was under your mercy.

you noticed that his cock was hardening again, and you wanted to have another go at him, bravery suddenly fueling your bones. “the next time i’m going to shower you with my cum is inside your slutty cunt,” he said as he moved to stop your mouth from licking the underside of his shaft, his cock still sensitive from the orgasm. now that you were calming down, you noticed the room you were in. it was a fancy bathroom, coloured in black, gold, and white. perfect for a vip floor, you thought. there was a black marble sink and counter lined with gold. your eyes travelled around the rest of the room as it landed on the soft black velvet couch to the side. 

bokuto was looking at you studying the bathroom, clearly sensing that you approved, which made his chest puff out with pride. he kicked the rest of his clothes off as he stood naked in the bathroom, his large body rippling with muscles. you turned back to him and your breath hitched, of all the things in the room, he was easily the most beautiful. he was built like a god, your mouth watering at the planes and dips of his body.

he smirked at you from above as he crouched to lift you, walking to the couch at the corner. he gently set you down on it, and you marvelled at the way it felt. it was as soft as it looked.

“i believe i owe you a pussy eating baby,” he said as he settled down between your legs, cock bobbing against his stomach. you took the liberty of pulling your dress down your body. bokuto helped you as well, hands caressing your sensitive skin. you realised then how drenched you were down there because every movement made your pussy squelch with all the accumulated juices, first from your orgasm then second from when you sucked bokuto’s cock.

you were about to lean down to unstrap your heels, but bokuto lightly pushed you back on the couch. you were about to question him until he gripped your heavy and aching tits and squeezed them together, forming a deep cleavage between them. bokuto buried his face between them and shook his head from side to side as he reveled in the softness and warmth of them. your face heated at his display as he raised his silver and black head.

bokuto made eye contact with you, golden eyes staring you down. “the heels stay on,” he stated firmly as he lowered his head and kissed your thigh. he raised his head as he hooked his thick fingers on the hem of your soaked panties. “play with those heavy tits as i remove your panties, slut,” he hissed as you moaned out a yes. your fingers reached up to twist and pull at your sensitive nipples. bokuto kissed every path your panties travelled, only further enhancing your arousal.

he bunched up the drenched material in his hands as he pushed your legs up to your chest and spread them wide. “hold your legs for me, bitch,” he growled as he finally saw your pussy, swollen lips glistening right at him, the clit that he played with not too long ago puffy and waiting for his tongue. you pinched your nipples one last time as you let out a sigh, obediently following his order as you hooked your hands on the back of your knees.

“look at this dirty cunt, dripping and soaking and it’s all for me,” he groaned, cockhead leaking pre-cum. he brought the cloth in his hand to his cock as he wiped your panties on it. your jaw dropped at such a lewd and dirty action, but he didn’t stop there. he brought your cum covered panties to your twitching cunt and swiped it up and down your slit. you moaned at how dirty bokuto was being. seeing your mouth ajar, he slipped your soiled panties in your mouth, groaning at the dirty sight of you being gagged with your panties that were soaked with your shared fluids.

“keep it in your mouth, yeah?” he said before he buried his face in your pussy and inhaled. he groaned at your scent as he squeezed his cock. he kissed your pussy before he opened his mouth to suck your erect clit with a slurp. your hands tightened on your legs as you threw your head back on the couch with a loud moan that was muffled by the panties in your mouth, finally feeling the warmth of his lips on your cunt. his tongue peaked out of his mouth, drawing fast circles on your clit.

he brought his fingers to your pussy and inserted two of them as he sucked hard on your bud. your hips rocking on his face as you arched your back. you leaned your neck and you noticed that the entire ceiling was one big mirror. the reflection you were seeing was so lewd that your cunt spasmed around bokuto’s fingers. your legs spread wide and anchored to your chest by your hands, bokuto’s head moving between your legs, his arm moving back and forth as he thrusted his fingers in and out. 

you moved your head back when you heard bokuto’s moans increase in volume, vibrations from his mouth making your legs shake. you moaned as you tasted the fluids in your panties, bokuto’s slightly salty cum mixing with your musky taste. you tightened around his fingers while you fucked yourself on them.

he pulled out his fingers from your cunt but he quickly switched it with his tongue. his hot and wet muscle reaching inside of your walls, nose rubbing on your clit. you cried at the new sensation, he was literally eating you out. your chest was heaving, tits shaking as your needy cunt fucked his face. his other hand reached your clit as he played with it, pinching and rubbing. you mewled at the extra sensation, stomach tightening as you were nearing your orgasm. bokuto knew you were close so he furiously rubbed at your clit while his tongue stroked your walls faster. “fuck yes, fuckfuckfuck, right there bokuto, oh my god yes yes–YES!” you cried, muffled by the panties as you orgasmed in bokuto’s face, pussy clenching his tongue. he groaned as he shot his load all over his stomach, staining the white marble floor.

bokuto pulled away as he stood to his full height, mouth dripping with your cum as his cock bobbed. he hauled your shaking body with him, making your legs trip over the heels you were wearing, the only thing you were still wearing. he lightly shoved your body on the sink with you facing the mirror as he hiked up your right leg on it, making you balance on one wobbly leg. he pushed your back down into an arch, making your body shudder as you felt the cold marble on your entire front, nipples rubbing against it.

he didn’t even warn you when he shoved his monster cock in your pussy with one quick thrust as he bottomed out in your soaking cunt. he threw his head back as he let out a loud groan while you simultaneously screamed, making the panties in your mouth fall to the sink. you picked it up and placed it back in your mouth, used to the taste of your shared juices. fuck, he was so fucking thick and long.

“look at how your cunt’s taking my cock, baby. fuck, your tiny pussy’s stretching all around me,” he moaned at the tightness of your walls that were squeezing his cock, keeping him in a vice-like grip. even if he already made you orgasm twice, the stretch still stung due to the sheer size of him. you squirmed around him as you tried to relieve the slight pain.

“can’t believe i waited this long to fuck this dirty cunt,” he growled as he delivered a particularly hard thrust that had you drooling even more around the soiled panties in your mouth. he started moving his hips, thrusts so strong and deep that you gripped the edge of the sink so hard that your knuckles turned white. once he got his bearings, he began to pound your cunt while his balls loudly slapped against your ass.    

“fuck, you’re such a fucking whore,” he groaned as he pulled your hair so you were looking at yourself in the mirror. “yeah, look at you. look at how much drool’s coming out of your mouth. you like the way sir’s big fat cock is drilling into this pussy, hm?” he taunted you, moans muffled by your panties as you tried to fuck yourself back on to his cock, your way of telling him that yes, i love the way your cock is pounding my pussy.

“i’m going to ruin this cunt for everyone else. gonna mold the shape of my cock into your pussy so that nothing but my cock will ever satisfy you again,” he moaned as he squeezed the fat of your hips tighter, heavy balls slapping against your ass while his thrusts became faster and harder.

“you like that, bitch? wanna be sir’s cumdump? his personal cocksleeve?” he growled as you moaned loudly at his dirty words, eyes tearing up at all the stimulation he’s giving you. he reached around your body and pulled the panties from your mouth, dropping them to the sink. “come on, tell me,” he hissed as he punctuated each word with a hard thrust.

“yes sir, i wanna be your cumdump, your personal cocksleeve! you own my pussy and only you can make me cum like a whore!” you cried loudly as you arched your back even more, cunt fluttering around his cock. bokuto moaned at your praise, his hips starting to lose their rhythm as he chased his orgasm. his abs tightened as he felt your cunt clench his cock even harder.

“s-sir, i’m-i’m going to c-cum-oh shit yes–!” you screamed as you reached a hand down to play with your clit. “then cum, you fucking bitch,” he growled. “fuck yeah, sir’s gonna cum too-fuckfuckfuck,” he moaned, voice going higher as he thrusted one final time, making the both of you orgasm together, your mixed moans filling the small space of the bathroom. he collapsed on your back, arms shaking as he supported his weight on either side of you. both of you were panting hard, breaths mingling as your musky scents mixed together in the bathroom.

he rested his head on your shoulder while his hand caressed your leg that was perched on the counter. “that was so fucking good, babe,” he breathed into your ear, softly kissing your lobe. you hummed in agreement, throat raw from his fucking and your screaming. he was still inside of you, warm cum sloshing around inside your pussy.

he lifted your spent body from the counter and carried you back to the couch, not caring about your sweaty bodies and never separating his cock from your ruined cunt. he lied down against the softness of cushions, his head resting on the arm of the couch, your back plastered to his front. you winced as he moved you around, soft cock still inside of you.

“stay with me?” he questioned you hopefully, thick arm wrapping around your waist as his fingers slowly circled your clit. you whined, pushing his hand away because you were still recovering from his fucking. “okay,” you replied softly, head nuzzling his neck. “that’s my good girl,” he purred as you felt his cock harden inside of you again.

akaashi was right, you were definitely in for a long night.

[3:02 AM]