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[shorkbrian]

That submissive reader fic with aizawa and present mic? How would they break darling in for the first time to fuck her at the same time? I feel like they'd be perverse enough to take her pussy at the same time

(Ngl I never know how to differentiate between fics and one shots and drabbles and thirsts lol but I’m glad u enjoyed that fic abt them (This fic))

Oh man, they so would.

It would be Hizashi who’s super into it. He bugs Shouta about it, brings it up over breakfast, asks his husband for his thoughts about the idea while they’re brushing their teeth together and you’re already asleep.

Shouta isn’t too sure. You’re so sensitive, and a little bit of a crybaby honestly, scared of most new things that they try to introduce to you. He remembers the first time they had brought out toys to play with one night, how wide your eyes had gotten at the sight of their collection of dildos and clamps and massagers.

You had cried then, had to be restrained before they could show you how the toys worked, using them on each other before using them on you.

So it takes some convincing from Hizashi before Shouta even begins to consider it.

How hot you would look, bouncing on both their cocks, stuffed full and being claimed by both of them. They’d be able to feel each other inside you, their cum would mix and froth in your pussy, you’d moan so sweetly when you got too fucked out to be anxious or scared.

Shouta insists ‘Zashi has to try it out first, taking Shouta’s cock and a dildo in his own hole before subjecting you to it. Lots of lube was involved (they’d have to purchase more to use with you), but the payoff was incredible in terms of sensation and intimacy. Shouta was hooked.

It takes time to relax you.

One of them fucks you, then adds a finger or two while you’re crying and trembling through your orgasm, gasping out that it’s too much, that you can’t take it, no more.

They play with dildos, sizing them up larger and larger until you’re sweetly begging them not to put it in you, that you’d much rather get speared on one of their (smaller) cocks instead. That you’d do anything, you don’t want to get torn apart.

Shouta shows you that you can take it, that your hole will stretch and you won’t break. Hizashi helps.

It’s still way too soon, far sooner than they had planned, but Hizashi is excited and feeling good as he gets to hammer away at your “pretty ‘lil princess parts”.

They’d introduced you to wine and alcohol earlier that evening, Hizashi laughing brashly when you had made a sour face at the taste, claiming you didn’t like it. Shouta sipped his own glass at the end of the couch, suggested to his husband that he should mix a couple of drinks for you.

You didn’t mind alcohol when you couldn’t taste it underneath the sweet tang of soda.

Now you’re buzzed and pliant, tolerating the attention they’re showering you and your body with.

“Sho’, c’mon, slide in here with me. She can take it, she’s a champ.”

You’re so focused on the feeling of his cock hammering into your sweet spot that you don’t really register the words and don’t have time to panic.

“I don’t thin-”

“Don’t think, just do baby. She feels so good honey, is gonna feel even better with you right here with me.” Hizashi pleads, hugging you to his body as you’re dragged along his cock.

Surprisingly, Shouta relents.

You feel his warmth slide up to your back, pressing you ever closer to the blonde, his hands planted on your ribs. Then everything gets wetter, slicker and messier - Shouta’s added lube into the mix, absolutely drenching his cock in the goo and rubbing it onto your pussy. Hizashi doesn’t have the patience to fully pull out, instead just stilling his hips inside you so Shouta can maneuver into place.

“What’r’y-mmhn...” You slur, feeling fingers slip in beside ‘Zashi’s length. They’re warm and familiar at this point as they slowly work to scissor you open, stretch you even more.

Time passes in a fuzzy fog, your world slowly gaining more clarity as you fade from the high of getting fucked, instead just basically cockwarming the pretty blonde while his husband tries to shove four of his fingers in alongside ‘Zashi’s length.

Then the fingers squelch free, and there’s another blunt, hot cock head pressed to your entrance.

Your eyes shoot wide open, panic zipping through your veins. 

“WaIT-!!!!” The frightened shout tapers off onto a terrified squeal as Shouta gives a little thrust, popping the tip of his length past your opening as he let out a little groan.

There’s hands on your waist, hands on your shoulders and on your ribs. You don’t know which ones belong to who, but you’re not quite sure that it really matters at this point.

Not when you’re being slowly fucked by two cocks. In the same hole.

But surprisingly, there isn’t much pain besides a slight uncomfortable burn and the stretch of a filled-to-bursting space. They had done a good job with preparing your body. But hardly any prep had been given to your mind.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my-”

“Sweetie, look at you. You’re so fuckin’ sexy and beautiful.” Hizashi breathed, voice a bit tight and strained. He was holding himself back, blunt fingernails scraping uselessly at your skin as he struggled to keep himself from rabbiting his hips against yours. 

“It’s alright, just breathe.” The dark haired man pressed to your back purred.

The piercings in Hizashi’s cock were hitting you just right, being pressed even harder against your walls as Shouta slowly slid home beside him, both men moaning in pleasure.

A kiss was pressed to your shoulder, then Hizashi was sweetly accepting his husbands lips on his own while your watched with a detached sense. 

Was this really happening?

Did you really have... two cocks inside your poor body?

Hizashi pulled back, and then your lips were connected to his. Moments passed where the only movement was the three of you exchanging kisses, tongues slipping together wetly, gentle little smacks and licking of lips and soft smiles as you all breathed the same air.

Then the blonde had finally had enough. 

“God Sho’, ‘m sorry but I gotta move.”

“Try to-”

“I know, I ain’t trying to hurt our girl.”

His hips moved so fluidly against yours, all three of you gasping at the initial rocking motion that was made.

Shouta groaned low in his throat, falling forward to rest his head between your shoulders blades. You could feel the goosebumps on his arm.

None of this felt real. It was like a bad dream. A very very bad dream.

A dream that kept speeding up, with Hizashi moving against you, encouraging his husband to move, giving the dark haired-man a kiss when he gave in, slowly rolling his hips.

They fell into an easy rhythm, but you still couldn’t keep up - gasping and trying not to move too much, choking up at the dual sensations battering against your pussy, Hizashi’s pubic piercing rubbing quickly against your clit on every upward thrust.

Too much for your body to handle.

“Oh! Jesus chri-” Hizashi choked on his words as your walls spasmed, tightening up and bearing down on their cocks. His thrusts stuttered, then stilled as his thighs shook.

There was no room for his cum inside you.

As Shouta continued to thrust, it began dripping out slowly, warm and viscous. Hizashi didn’t pull out though, breathing heavily as his cock softened, whimpering a bit as it began to raw from overstimulation from Shouta thrusting up against it, from your walls milking you both.

But he didn’t move.

You could feel Shouta smiling against your skin, feel his teeth as he slowly sank them into your flesh, biting down but not hard enough to hurt, just enough to grab and anchor himself.

Their cum mixed together, white and thick and frothy, sliding out of you in thick globs even as Shouta buried himself balls deep.

Hizashi had been right - it did feel good for them.

You still weren’t sure that it felt good for you.

[iwaasfairy]

𝙷𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙳 𝙿𝚃 𝟸

Another massive thank you to Rhi @yanderexbabydoll​ for encouraging me and basically sparking this idea way back, and to everyone who waited for the part 2 and stuck through me rewriting parts like seven times!! I hope you enjoy ♡

tw mafia!big 4, noncon, branding, blood play, double pen, anal, cum play, overstimulation, one (1) hit, collaring, coercion, light mindbreak, it's pwp and they're all feral that's all i can say .wordc. 6.5k+

horrid pt 1

When you’re finally put down after a few minutes of tense silence, you immediately curl your arms in on yourself, pulling them close to your belly. The concrete floor under your knees is tinted bronze, stained. You stagger back when you realize.

Blood, dried blood that can’t be scrubbed from between the stone well enough to stay traceless. Makki giggles when you hit your head against the wall in your scramble, before crouching down. “I’ll tell you a secret,” his teeth are too white in the dimmed room, too sharp on your retinas, “but you can’t tell anyone, ‘kay?” The others don’t seem to pay him much mind. They remain in hushed conversation for a little while, as you shiver.

Suddenly, your head is shoved forward, cheek pressed into his lap. “Well?” Makki’s grip loosens slightly when you bring out a sob, nodding frantically. He drags his fingers along your neck, clicking his tongue. It all sounds so casual, so playful. You feel a bit sick. “I know you’re a good girl. You’ll do us a favour, right?” He allows you to look up, only to bush his rough fingertips along your ear. “Because if you don’t listen well, you’ll end up like that.”

Blood, deep red and suffocating, you can almost feel it pumping through your body. “But that won’t happen if you’re good. You’ll be good, won't you?” Oikawa breathes out a faint ‘Iwa-chan,’ before said man kneels down behind you. The hands that grip your hips are large, with strong fingers already too tight in your covered skin.

“Please don’t hurt me,” you whimper, closing your eyes when the hands slip under your shirt and tug. The top rips too easily. The tearing sound is like a whine for justice, one that Iwaizumi is quick to ignore. You hide your face into the thigh of the strawberry blond.

“Hah, ‘course she’s a crier. Should’ve figured since Iwa picked her,” Issei says, too close. “It’s okay, pretty girl, the scary man won’t hurt you too bad.” His hands are on you as well, starting to shimmy down your skirt. You’ve never been much of a fighter, but there’s hands in your hair, on your sensitive sides, along the curve of your ass and instantly you feel it bubbling up. The urge to punch and kick and bite no matter how grim the present. Like it suddenly possesses you.

“Get your fucking hands off of me!” you yelp. “Let me go!”

When long fingers dip between your legs you shift, kicking one of them in the thigh. “Get off me!” You claw at Makki’s arm from him to let go of you and manage to wiggle far enough away to get out of reach of them both for a second, but it’s barely a moment of freedom before you’re pushed to the floor by your neck, a leg pressing painfully hard on your thighs to keep you from moving. Face squished against the cold floor, the fingers tighten around your sensitive throat until your head pounds so loud it becomes hard to think.

“Stop. You’re not going anywhere,” the voice is gravelly and more growled than said, heat of the body on top of you making you feel nauseous. You recognise the dark, heavy scent as he hovers there, mouth pressed to your ear and his fingers still pressing harder around your throat. Your eyes go blurry, like everything’s suddenly soft edges. “You’re gonna lay here and take it.” Iwa presses down on your lower body with his knee as you whimper at the painful pressure, keeping you on the ground feeling like a snared bunny. “And if you don’t want to we’ll make you.”

You shift under him to no avail, grabbing at his hand to push it off of you and allow you some more air, but he’s too strong. Someone calls for him, you think, it’s hard to hear over the rushing of your blood. He loosens his grip a little. You gasp, sputtering for air. Tears and sobs fall from you before you can help it, thick, warm lines of beady tears that must make you look so pathetic, but you don’t care. You squeeze your eyes shut when someone’s foot stops in front of your face. “Please just let me go, I won’t -hph- tell. I won’t, I- hch- swear.”

“Shh, shh, shhh.” Long fingers brush over your head, petting you. It’s sickening, but the momentary comfort does help. “I know you’re scared, sweetheart, but listen,” Tooru lowers his voice, soft tone filling the since for a second. It sets your hairs on end, because as much as you want to trust the sweet mumbles, there’s nothing to be misconstrued here. You’re just another toy for them to play with, to ruin.

“We need you to be quiet, okay?” His fingers trail down your neck, past Iwa’s hand between your shoulders and then down to the dip of your exposed back, raising goosebumps all over. “If you can’t do that, we’ll be forced to have our fun with you in ways that I can guarantee you won’t like.”

“She’s so pretty with her face all teary and dirty. So cute.”

Something cold and hard comes to your face, rubbery, pushing down enough on your face to make your sobbing louder. At this point it’s hard to tell who is where, only that there’s pairs of hands all over and Oikawa still hasn’t moved his hand from the small of your back, like he’s an anchor keeping you there. “Little whore got some fight in her after all,” a low voice mumbles from above you, pushing your face around a little with his foot. “I was about to be disappointed.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Iwa snaps back, and he shifts on your body to sit on your thighs, pushing them apart with his free hand to slot his calloused fingers over your slit, palming your pussy. “Me first. We’ll see how much she can fight once she’s split open on my cock. Isn’t that right,” he rolls his hips to your ass, dragging a finger over your covered hole and pushing against your flimsy panties, “slut. Getting fucking wet for me.”

A little tap sounds out before the foot is pulled from your face and you’re yanked up by your hair, forced to look around with your mouth cracking open from the pain. “Are you going to be good for us, or be a filthy, little brat?” Tears flow freely out of your puffy eyes when the pretty brunet smiles down at you, brushing some hair away from your face with his other hand. “You don’t really want to get us in trouble, do you? No, you’re a sweet thing.” You don’t have the energy or focus needed to respond, something Oikawa seems to realize well.

He motions the pink haired man over instead, letting your head drop back to the floor while Iwa’s hands grow more rough, more careless with every passing second. “Makki, you take care of her pretty mouth. She needs some company if Iwa-chan’s going first.” Iwaizumi gives a little grunt, finally removing his hand from your throat and letting the blood gush all back so fast it makes your vision black. You feel sick. And his hands are still prodding with your traitorous pussy that’s slicking up.

You don’t want any of this, but your muscles are pulled so tight you can barely move, and— your gaze falls back on the ugly, gross stain on the floor. You don’t want to end up like that. Makki’s by your face before you have a chance to say anything, pushing at Iwa’s shoulder to get him to move. “Scoot over for a second, will you?” It only makes Iwa’s grip tighter on your hip, so hard it feels bruising, but he obliges. A little. You want to reason with Makki as he gets under you, your lips shaking as he pulls on your ear with a little giggle. “I want to hear her cry, so make it hurt.”

You’re shifted back into Makki’s lap, cheek pressed to his thigh and his hands on your face, cradling you so sweetly it makes your head spin. They’re all just as awful. You think it’s Iwa who grabs your skirt, taking a breath before he pulls and pops the seams of the fabric right open, tearing it off you too easily. But more long fingers are already pushing your panties aside, stretching the band and doing the same with your last bit of clothing. “Hands off,” Iwa grunts, “or I fucking break ‘em.”

“Mattsun, don’t get him too riled up. You know how possessive Iwa-chan always gets over our toys,” Oikawa says, further away than he was earlier, but you can’t lift your head from Makki enough to look for him. There’s soft noises around, you strain to hear them. But for some reason, you doubt that there’s anyone around that can, or will, help you. “But you’ll have to wait a little longer.”

“No,” Iwa barks, and before you have time to take a breath he’s pushing two thick fingers inside your pussy, filling you too quickly. “Want it now.” They’re long and thick and reach much further than yours, pushing up against your sensitive walls before he pulls back and in again, lewd clicking noise of your pussy being violated filling the room. Pumping them inside a few times and making you shiver, you hate that it feels good.

But Matsukawa grabs at his shoulder to push back, and the invading pressure between your legs leaves again.

“He told you to wait.” You don’t need to see Iwa’s face to feel the fuming anger radiating off of him, pussy clenching around nothing as your tears finally still for a second of reprieve. ‘Don’t touch her,’ you think the spiky haired man mumbles under his breath, but you can’t be sure when Makki squeezes your cheeks a bit harder and rolls his eyes, as if you’re just having a friendly conversation.

“They’re always like that.” He rubs his digits along your lips, cooing. “Don’t mind them.” Then he pushes the two fingers between your lips, hard, forcing you to allow them inside and gagging around his push as he hums sweetly.

“Such a good girl, that’s it. Don’t bite, okay?” He grins, entirely ignoring when you shift and try to get up from the floor, already being shoved down again and having your hip bones pushed harshly against the cement. “You don’t want the neighbors to hear all the dirty things you’re doing, right? How much you’ll beg for us to fuck you later?”

You dig your nails into his thigh with one hand and try to force his hand away with the other, but he only shoves in deeper and holds your tongue down so that drool and spit collects on your tongue and runs down his hand. And Iwa and Mattsun seem to have figured out their differences enough to keep hold of your thighs either side, as steps make their way back to you.

“I know they’re all a bunch to handle,” Oikawa coos to your side, kneeling by you to brush your hair away from your neck, “but we do get along in some ways. And we know how to spoil a new pet when we get one.”

Swift fingers work on your neck as you’re kept in place by the other three, something cold and leather wrapped around your neck and locked into place, as Makki pulls his long fingers from you. Finally getting a proper breath again, you couch out and let the excess spit fall to the floor, heaving for a second as you’re urged up on your hands and knees. “Tch, so messy.”

Your head hangs, your poor body trembling of both the cold and fear, naked under their gazes. But it’s still less embarrassing than having your face forced up, your teary eyes back and sniffling pathetically as they eye you down.

Cocks straining against their pants, it makes you clench. Sadly, you’re pretty sure you’re not getting out of this. The collar around your neck is tight and pinches your skin, leash held in Oikawa’s hand. “Look here,” he pushes Makki forward a few steps, having him right in front of your face, then leans down to you a little like you’re nothing more than an actual pet. “We’re going to take out our cocks for you, and you’re going to suck them well, hm?”

“Nice and easy, princess,” Mattsun agrees, already shoving his big hand into his pants and pulling his cock out. You’re so cold, your nipples hard and your eyes teary and wide, but at this point you can’t even do anything to disagree. You can only watch as they take out their leaking cocks, kicking pants off and pulling their shirts over their head.

Only Oikawa doesn’t undress, moving closer to your body and squishing your cheeks between his fingers. “Be good and we’ll be good to you.” Then he lets go again, allowing Iwa to take a place in front of you with his hard cock up against his stomach. Drooling precum and flushed, he only gives it a few pumps before he takes hold of your head and you blink through your tears at him, bottom lip wobbling.

You think he whispers something along the lines of ‘gentle’, but it seems more a reminder to himself than a promise to you. He pushes the head of his cock to your lips, holding your head tight and staring down when you look at him. He’s big, and you haven’t even gotten your breath back properly. “Open,” he says, slowly. So you do, dropping out your tongue and letting him rub the hot head of his cock on your tongue, making you taste him.

Only for a second before he slides in further and makes you open wider, jaw loosening as you breathe through your nose and allow his cock far back in your mouth, then even further into your throat. He’s gentle for a few seconds when pulling back and thrusting back in, but when your throat squeezes around him through your tears and hicks and desperate noises, a growl makes it’s way out and he places both hands on the back of your head.

You lift your hands to push back on his hips but they’re snatched instead by the other two men and wrapped around two more hot, twitching cocks that you can’t even pay attention to if you tried. Iwa fucks your face hard, bobbing your head along his length for you and groaning out filth as he does, with your eyes clenching shut and breathing getting harder. “Fuck, little throat’s so tight,” he grunts, bucking back into your mouth and making you gag, not letting you up for air.

“Feel good, Iwa-chan?”

Your hands are wrapped tight around their cocks as they use your fingers to fuck into, Makki spitting on it a few times as he moans. And you twitch when looking back up, watching his eyebrows screwed together and mouth dropped open as the muscular man fucks your face without a care. Black dots swim at the edge of your vision when you whine around him, trying to control your gag reflex when he hits it again. “Yes, -hng, shit.” He lets you up for a second, where you cough and splutter again, before another hand pulls your face up by your chin and a thick, big cock is against your lips.

Mattsun chuckles when you shake your head, but smacks his drooling, red-flushed head against your lips a few times. “Tongue out, baby, I won’t make you choke on purpose,” he’s not patient either when using a finger to urge your mouth open again with force, yanking you closer by your leash. The head alone hurts your jaw, already tired out from Iwa, body shaking and weak as you get back onto your bruised knees. “Not too hard at least.”

He shoves his cock in a few inches at once, forcing your jaw open as he makes your mouth his personal fleshlight, grin on his face watching you struggle. You look around as you sob, taking the slower pace as the only ‘break’ you’ll get. Iwaizumi’s fucking his hand, cockhead slipping in and out of his ring of fingers again and again with his lazer focus on your body and fucked out face, while Makki’s toying with his balls and tip, stepping a bit closer impatiently. The fat cock hits the back of your mouth too hard, having you heaving around him and pulling back, falling onto your butt.

It stings, the painful treatment of you throat, the ache in your jaw, the ice cold floor under your knees. And you sob, unable to help it as you rub the back of your hands over your teary eyes to just have it all pass. You know they won’t be so merciful though, definitely not when you’re crying only seems to excite Makki more, pretty cock twitching eagerly. He takes your leash from Mattsun’s hands, yanking you closer. “Here, Iwa,” he beams when rubbing his cock along your cheek, and when you back away Mattsun’s on the other side still.

He hands Iwa the leash, pushing his cock past your lips and fucking into your mouth, shallow, soft thrusts that push on your tongue. Out of all of them, he’s by far the most affectionate, but the glint in his eyes as he looks down at you doesn't ease your nerves. Because it’s just as vicious and mean-spirited as Iwa is, if not more. He coos when you suckle on his cock a bit harder, letting him in deeper. “Ah, our baby takes my cock so well.”

And Mattsun hums as he uses your hand to stroke him up and down the thick shaft, “her hand tightens every time she chokes on your cock.” He throws his head back, and Makki thrusts harder into your mouth just to prove him right, making you gag and pull away again, but you’ve got no room to go.

The light haired man groans under his breath, your name falling from his lips so gently you can almost convince yourself he means it. “Sweet thing can't even handle one cock.”

Before you get to finish him off and get this over with, the band around your neck is pulled again. Iwa’s brows are still angry, though he’s only slipping the pretty head in and out of his fingers at a lazy pace. Makki’s cock slips out of your mouth, spilling more spit and precum down your chin as another cock is pushed against your lips.

You close your eyes, shaking your head when someone rubs his hot, drooling head against your cheek and wraps your hand around it again.

“Wanna fuck her already,” Iwa suddenly says, grabbing your head again by your hair and situating you to his cock, pushing in harshly and aiming to make you choke by thrusting too far in, your body jerking at the painful, rude intrustion. But he has no mercy, growling with the rhythm he sets in your mouth and spitting onto his own cock to add to the mess. “Take it -hngg-fuck, that’s it.”

The other two fuck their hands, your hands, making you squeeze them hard and tremble in their hold. Every time Iwa hits the back of your throat your hands tighten, cocks twitching in and around you.

“Wanna cum in her mouth, move over,” Makki says, forcefully moving Iwa’s hand from your hair and yanking you back to him, clicking sound sounding with the rapid stroking of his cock against your lips. “Here you go, pet, open up wide.” You obey, not that you have much choice otherwise. “Look at me,” he orders when pushing his cock into your wet mouth, making you take his slicked cock, taste heavy on your tongue. You shake your head though, don’t want to look at him—

Smack. The sharp sting comes to your cheek that has your eyes shooting open with more tears, a rude awakening that travels through your skin. It’s a miracle you haven’t run out yet with the fluids leaking from your mouth, eyes, pussy.

The painful sting of his hand against your cheek lingers as you hick, wrapping your tongue around him and sucking. You’re looking, ignoring the overjoyed look on his face. “That’s it, eyes on me, pretty girl. Isn’t that much better?” Mattsun mumbles something from your other side, but you’re too scared to move your eyes from him.

His hand speeds up jerking his shaft into your wet mouth, before his cock twitches and eyes flutter. “Ah,” he pulls your leash harder, so hard it cuts off your air, “there’s a good pet.” Hot ropes of cum shoot into your mouth, coating your tongue and your face when he pulls out too quick, spilling all over your face, down your neck, tits. Making you an even bigger mess. When he’s done he stops the excruciating hold on your leash, but uses your gasps to push his cum back into your mouth and make you suck it all up.

“Let me fuck her now, yeah?” Iwa grunts, his cock even harder and more flushed than before, fist screwed so tight around the base of his cock it must hurt. It’s hardly a question when he rounds on you, taking your chin and forcing it open to spit into your mouth, dipping down to kiss you. It’s hard, demanding, his tongue claiming yours and forcing you to take more yet again, but at least it’s a break. Just that little moment, before he pulls back and you’re forced to stare into those hard, green eyes that watch you so critically.

“Oikawa,” he barks after a second, looking at the man behind you while gripping his cock harder. 

But the man clicks his tongue. “She’s been good, so we should reward her first. You’re too rough.” A scraping sound rings through your ears and you look back, watching him place a fancy chair in the middle of the room. He slumps down into it casually, eyes glinting as they meet yours, before patting his thigh. “Bring her here for me.” You dare to sneak a glance back at Iwa, whose jaw is locked so tight you’re scared he’ll hurt himself, but you force yourself not to care.

Mattsun pulls you up by both your arm and collar to your feet, holding you to his body for a moment. His hard cock twitching against your thigh, as he runs his fingers down your cheek and along your jaw. But it’s too short to be sweet, before his grip on your arm tightens and he pulls you over to the chair, making you stumble on your weak legs.

When you’re close enough, Oikawa pulls you back into him, settling you on his lap and rolling his hips to you. Even covered in his pants, you can tell that his cock is hard and needy, but he clearly has more patience than some. His lips hover over your ear for a second as he motions Makki closer. “I think our Makki’s taken a liking to you, better not to disappoint him.”

Said man is quick to push your legs apart more, spitting on your dripping pussy before he slides his fingers in, and you can’t help but curl your toes at it. He reaches so deep, so good, and after all the mistreatment your pussy is aching for any pleasure it can get. Whatever he’s doing different, you hope he never stops, mewling when his fingers curl and twist with each pump inside you.

You arch your back and let out a little moan, head resting on Oikawa’s shoulder who cups your tits, playing with your nipples and setting every nerve on end. And when the man between your legs adds his tongue to your ignored clit, you shudder and almost snap your legs closed around his head. “Ah, please,” you breathe, leaning into their ministrations so sweetly.

Oikawa chuckles as he pushes his lips along your jaw, rutting his clothed cock against your skin. “Aw, Hiro, she loves the way you're making her feel.” The rolling of your nipples gets sharper, more pinched, bringing you closer to an orgasm. “She keeps grinding down on my cock like a greedy, little slut. Is that it, pretty girl?" You moan again when Makki wraps his lips around your clit and sucks sharply, one hand finding his hair and pulling his closer instinctively. “Someone wants to cum, huh?”

A chuckle against your pussy is all the response you get as he curls his fingers into that spot more, and Oikawa groans when you roll your hips into the motions more rapidly. “Iwa-chan, you take her hand. Mattsun, mouth.” You can’t even think, let alone look when more touch returns back to your body. But where it was terrifying before, now it’s just overwhelming, dangling you on the edge of your orgasm and thighs shaking.

“Gonna cum,” you cry, throwing your head back and moaning when someone kisses you, pushing a hot tongue back into your mouth and muffling your whines. Someone else has your hand, and you’re just so hot, so close, every hair standing on end. You let everything happen to you until it becomes too much, your legs snapping closed against wide shoulders as you mewl into the kiss, cumming so hard it makes you dizzy. They don’t stop, none of them do while fucking you through the mind-numbing orgasm, only disconnecting from your pussy when you push at his head, hard.

Your legs still tremble when Oikawa slowly helps you slide off his lap and into someone’s arms, resting against their chest. Their breathing is hard and fast, but nothing compared to the way your heart is banging violently against your skin. You take a deep breath. When you come back to earth a little, you hear Oikawa’s laugh. You don’t know what he’s laughing about, only that the arms around you wrap tighter, the loud rumble of someone’s voice to your ear. The laughter clears, and you slowly catch your breath again. “Yes, Iwa, now you can fuck her.”

It takes only a split second to have you on your back, back on the cold floor and your legs being folded up, still a bit hazy but coming too quicker when you realize that it’s Iwaizumi who’s got a hold on you. His fingers tight on either side of your hips, he’s already lining up above you and shifting you a little so he can let the thick head of his cock kiss your spent pussy, rubbing it into the mess a few times.

He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t have to for you to understand the glimmer in his eyes. He pushes in, slowly enough that it sends a gush of overstimulation through your body and you twitch and curl against him, making him bare his teeth. “Stop wiggling,” he grunts, pushing your shoulders back down with a thick, muscular arm over your chest as he gets over you and raises himself on one arm.

“Hngg-ah, fucking tight,” he leans down to press his forehead to yours, looking absolutely feral. Teeth dug into his bottom lip, beads of sweat along his hairline and muscles bulging and straining as he pulls back and snaps his hips into yours. Experimentally at first, then harder and deeper. You can't help but cling to his arms, digging your nails into the smooth skin as his cock reaches even further than their fingers, much deeper, spreading you open so perfectly your eyes cross with each thrust.

He raises himself onto his knees then, using all his weight to fuck into you, and picks hup the pace so much you’re bounced in place. “Oh— fuck, ohfuckohfuck,” you squeal, head falling back and eyes pulling shut harshly, tits bouncing and thighs locking against his hips in an attempt to soften the pace a little, but he’s intent on tearing through you. Each time he bottoms out it drives the air out of your lungs, both painful and feeling so good with the pressure against your cervix.

“Careful, Iwa-chan. Don’t break our new baby.”

You’re away from the world as soon as someone pulls your hair, settling over your face again and pushing a big, long cock back into your mouth. The angle is almost impossible, but you still let him slide in as far as he can go, tears running down your temples and your throat bulging. He slides further into your throat each time Iwa ruts himself into your accepting walls, your breathing heavy and your vision with splotches black and white.

“Mattsun, let her breathe,” someone says, before the cock is pulled out of your mouth for a second and you cry at the painful sting, but also the loss of pressure. You can’t help it, everything feels so good now. You’re bounced on cock still, back to sucking and getting spread open as someone pushes on the bulge in your throat and makes you choke, tightening around Iwa in the process. They let go again and there’s a giggle, before you can feel Matsukawa stiffen and grab hold of your chin to pull you closer.

The man between your legs too, leaning down to press a row of possessive, open mouthed kisses along your collarbones and tits, before he fucks into you with purpose, chasing his own orgasm. It’s so hot you almost forget everything but the bodies currently connected to you.

Mattsun fucks your face with a brutal pace, matching Iwa’s thrusts in you to leave you totally wasted on them, before he grunts your name and pulls you as far on his cock as you can go, drool seeping out the sides of your mouth.

When you’re already over your limit, Iwa sits back to make room for Makki, still gyrating his hips into you without slowing as each breath grows more heavy and grunted. The third grabs your bouncing tits and pushes them together, before rutting his cock between them and squeezing. It feels good, so overwhelming and hot that you feel you might pass out, every nerve being stimulated at once and the lack of air making your thoughts so slow.

Makki fucks your tits for a few thrusts longer, before holding still when Iwa slows. “Mine, my pet, gonna take my cum inside.” His hands are so tight around your hips, creating marks that’ll be sore for days to come. Everything sounds muffled because of the pounding and the groans of the men fucking into your holes.

But Iwa comes first, filling up your pussy with ropes of hot, white cum and fucking it into you until your belly is full. Then Mattsun, holding you in place and spilling all his cum down your throat with a gravelly moan, holding you down until you’ve taken every last bit.

Is it over? The little bit of rest they give isn’t enough, not by a long shot. But when you push at Iwa’s hips to urge him out of you, he grabs it and yanks your wrist away from him. Your bottom lip wobbles at his harsh glare.

“Iwa’s gonna keep going, pretty girl, you better hang on,” Makki snickers, backing off enough to help you up from the floor and between Iwaizumi’s thighs. True to his friend’s word, his cock is still hard inside you. He digs his teeth into the side of your soft neck as he quickly pulls your arms back behind your back, holding onto them so tight it stings.

“Aw, aw,” you beg, only for a moment before your whimpers get muffled by a kiss. Makki grins when he pulls back, looking back at Mattsun and Oikawa for a second.

“My turn, right?”

The brunet, who’s been sidelined for better or worse this entire time, gets more comfortable in his seat, lazily stroking his cock while watching. If you could think right now, maybe that’d spark a few alarm bells. You still haven’t even taken him yet. But you’re instantly more concerned when Makki flicks the little tool in his hand, making it glint in the low light. Below you, Iwaizumi pounds into you still, his body clinging to yours and his mouth on the side of your face and neck distracting.

Makki smiles as he creeps closer to you. “Look here, baby,” he nods, the knife held still, “this is for you. Our last pet kept trying to escape or run away, and she failed of course.” It sends cold shivers all over your body, leaving you even more breathless when Iwa’s grip on your arms gets tighter and he pulls you back more. “But it really hurt our feelings. So now we take more drastic measures so you remember who owns you.”

His voice is so calm, but the way he drags even the blunt edge of the knife up your thigh and over your stomach has you whimpering, twitching to get away. “No, please, I won’t— run.” Iwa grumbles something into your skin you can’t make out, so you look over at Oikawa. “I’ll be good, I’ll be good, I- ah, s-swear.” The knife is dragged up the valley of your tits as your eyes flick wildly between all the people in the room. “I’ve been good, please don’t- don’t hurt me!”

“It’ll only sting for a second, pretty girl,” Makki smiles, brushing his free hand past your cheek. He watches in fascination as he pushes the edge of the knife right above the swell of your breasts, the thin skin there giving too easily. Instantly you try to shift away from it, but it’s no use with Iwa holding you still on his cock as it twitches inside you. It burns like hell, and you look away when Makki leans down to bring the knife to his tongue, trembling a little as he licks your blood from the blade.

You don’t look back as he pushes your tits together and slides his cock back between them, using your blood as extra lube and motioning Iwa to move again. It’s too much, way too much, your eyes aim at the ceiling as they fill with tears yet again and your tits are fucked, your pussy and your jaw still aches. Makki grabs your face and leans down to kiss you, moaning into your mouth when you try to pull back from him. “You’re so fucking pretty like this. Our pretty baby.” He kisses your cheeks, stroking his cock with the mix of your slick and cum and blood, lewd noises pounding in your head.

It’s all just too fucking much, you want them to stop.

“Please stop,” you cry, sniffling. “I wanna go home.”

They don’t listen. Iwa pushes you forward into Makki, squeezing your ass between his strong fingers. He pounds his hips deep into you again and again, bumping the edge of your walls every time. “You’re ours,” he grunts, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back so he can place a kiss to your tear-strained cheek, “not gonna go anywhere.” He speeds up a little more if even possible, fucking you so hard every thrust has you seeing stars, and then moans. “Hmh, take- take my cum. Stupid, little cumslut, ‘s what you want, hm?”

He stiffens over you, shooting more hot, white cum into your already filled pussy again, pulling out this time with a hiss and making room for the next, all while Makki sits back and watches, fingers pink with the mess on his hands. It’s gross.

Mattsun’s quick to take Iwa’s place, sliding his fat cock between your slicked thighs. He pushes up to your pussy, breath thick as he rubs the head between your legs, pushing against your slit. Your arms are too tired to hold you up. It hurts, it fucking hurts, even the first inch is too much. “Still so fucking tight, fuck,” Mattsun says, grabbing your hips to hold you still.

But he’s just so big that your muscles lock, walls tightening around him. “Aw, please stop. It’s too big,” your crying doesn’t stop, not even when Oikawa kneels by your side to pet along your back, “too big, I can’t.” Both men hesitate for a second, before the soft spoken brunet blows out a breath. “Please, pleasepleaseplease, I can’t.”

“Can’t break our new pet already.” He sounds disappointed, eyes narrowing when Mattsun pulls out and your muscles relax enough to let the cum drip out of you. His long fingers pick it back up and push it back inside, scissoring you open a few times. Then he grunts. “Well, Mattsun, how about you fuck her thighs while I take her other hole. Little girl’s clearly too tired for much more.” He pulls up your head a little then, forcing you to watch his eyes as they glint in the low light. “Isn’t that right, pretty one?” You nod. As if they care.

But being pulled back into Oikawa’s warm chest, his hands so gentle as they explore you properly for the first time today, feels so good. You can almost pretend that you asked for any of this, when he presses kisses along your ear and jaw. “We won’t go too easy on you though.”

Mattsun pushes your thighs together and folds your legs over his shoulder as he slides between them, glancing over you at Oikawa as he presses two fingertips against your puckered hole and starts pushing in, making you melt more. “Filthy girl likes having this much attention on her, just look at her.” Voice deep, eyes narrowed, Mattsun grabs your chin and forces you into another kiss. It distracts you just enough for a moment of relaxing, when Oikawa’s fingers slide in more and stretch open your slick hole. You moan into the other’s mouth.

He doesn’t give you much time to prep before he pushes his cock to your hole, rubbing it up and down the wetness and then pushing inside. And you want to pull away for breath, to ask him to slow down, but Mattsun keeps your mouth to his, tongue tasting yours and making you a pathetic mess.

Each breath he slides a little deeper, and you hate it but it feels so fucking good. Iwa felt so good already, that when Oikawa bottoms out in your ass with a groan, you cum from the pressure alone. Mattsun pulls back to watch your face scrunch up, toes curling and your head fall back as you mumble slurred curses, and all the men give their own groans.

“Our new pet loves being used as a fucking cumdump, look at her. Creaming around nothing.”

Oikawa gives an experimental thrust into your ass at the same time that Mattsun’s thick cock slides back between your legs, rubbing up against your clit with each thrust. Your brain feels so foggy, vision so blurred. It’s hard to make out anything but the sweat between your tits and the feel of their fat cocks sliding in and out of you. “Bet you’ll be so soft filled with all our cum.”

+

You don’t know how long they continue. Only that your legs are so numb and weak by the end of it that you can’t feel your toes, and that all the fluids are sticky and drying on your skin. It hurts to even cry, let alone speak.

You think it’s Oikawa who brings out a little hum, staring down at your fucked body and turning your face over to him. His eyes are pretty, you notice, shivering at the chilly breeze that comes from under the door. He smiles at you, then looks around. “Everyone satisfied?”

You don’t even hold your breath anymore, and sure enough, Iwa speaks up. “I could go again.”

“Of course you could,” Mattsun grunts back, pulling you up from the floor and into his arms to wrap his jacket around your shoulders. It doesn’t help against the cold, but you’re happy to nuzzle into his chest when he hums. “C’mon, pretty girl.” He helps you up and picks you up to his body, and you whine a little, but he presses a kiss to your temple. “I forgive you for not being able to take me. I’ll teach you to.”

And as they barely clean up after themselves, Iwa smirks when pulling your collar with two fingers and you whimper. “See. Fucked the fight right out of her.”

“Just shut up.”

[meowdarame]

50 for the ask game <.<

tell me ab u n shion and u n satori hehe any headcanons that come to mind

CAT I LOVE UR SEXY MIND GIMME A KISS MWAH

i’ve been feeling whorish™️ lately so i literally haven’t stopped thinking about poly!diontori agenda…. just me, shion, and satori living in cute lil apartment in paris <3

i luvvv giving them head at the same time and making their tips touch in my mouth <3 ugh i’ll rub their slits against each other and mix their precum 😵‍💫 at first they were weirded out by it but now they love it (esp once they saw how much i liked doing it LMAO)

riding shion’s face while sucking off satori? fucking heaven. and shion doesn’t care if some of my drool or satori’s cum spills out of my mouth and lands on his forehead (esp bc he knows that when that happens i’ll help him wash his hair and he lovesss the extra care and attention heh)

DP! DPDPDPDP!!! ohmygod shion’s lowkey thicker than satori (but satori’s longer) so satori will take my ass while shion takes my cunt <333

one time they got into a petty argument over who fucks me better and i (seeing the opportunities that could arise from the situation) decided to egg them on, which led to them fucking me all night until they were shooting blanks LMAOOO rip my cooter but it was so worth it

NSFW ASK GAME!!

[iwaasfairy]

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

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

tw incest, double penetration, lil degradation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[iwaasfairy]

I have been having very heavy thoughts on being sandwiched between gao and meian.....

Could you imagine gao trying his hardest to get you to say his name bc he's competitive but meian gets you too call him daddy so easily

I shall try to erase gilf thoughts

yes yes yes thank you let me cleanse the dash of all this nonsense 💝

tw double penetration, choking

To be fair, Gao has you shaking pretty easily. He’s big, he manhandles you onto the bed head down and ass up and dripping down your thighs. He grips your hips and squeezes and makes you beg for his cock as it rubs up against your thigh,, but Meian is only patient for a little while. He’s gracious enough to let you get fucked by another man, the least you can do it suckle on the pretty head of his long, thick cock too.

As Gao pushes up to your clenching, little hole, you just keep mewling for daddy though, clinging to Shugo’s hands that help keep you up and sniffling and whining it out even with each inch that disappears inside. Even with Meian’s cock in your throat you’re making desperate little noises that Gao can almost imagine are more calls for the other man.

But he’ll get you to cry out his name no matter what. Even if he has to lay your head over the side of the bed and squeeze his fingers around your neck until you go lightheaded. If you’re so fucked out you barely know what’s happening anymore there’s no way you’ll be able to ignore him breaking you open and filling you up <333

[iwaasfairy]

okay i can offer boozy bubble tea and my thought on being shared between issei-nii and maki to this party 🙈

Bubble tea 🥴😪 yes pls I love it so much mango are my favourite bubbles so far but I haven’t gotten to try it much bc we don’t have any shops close by

tw incest, dp

But gOD issei nii is so hard to understand sometimes :// tells you you’re all his but then makes Makki touch you, tells you you’re not deserving of his cock but then can’t go more than a minute without having it inside you to make you cream around him. And Makki is just nasty sometimes. He spits in your mouth and makes you suck on his tongue and likes getting your niichan’s cum out of your cunny to feed it to you >:| but it’s okay bc when you’re stuffed full of them both it just feels so so good and Makki whispers so sweetly that you’d forgive him for most offences. And Issei nii, well, he’s your big brother. Of course you do anything he says, he always takes good care of you anyway :))

[matsukawaissei-wife]

I thi k we need a psrt 3（//･_･//)

𝙷𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙳 𝙿𝚃 𝟸

Another massive thank you to Rhi @yanderexbabydoll​ for encouraging me and basically sparking this idea way back, and to everyone who waited for the part 2 and stuck through me rewriting parts like seven times!! I hope you enjoy ♡

tw mafia!big 4, noncon, branding, blood play, double pen, anal, cum play, overstimulation, one (1) hit, collaring, coercion, light mindbreak, it’s pwp and they’re all feral that’s all i can say .wordc. 6.5k+

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