thinking about the first time toji gets to fuck you in your bedroom surrounded by stuffed animals. he knew you were a girly girl and he absolutely adored that about you, your always glossy lips, pink outfit and short skirts were what made him approach you at first.
being older and making more money than you, toji had a better apartment, a spacious and nice located flat, so the first few encounters were always there until things started to get serious and he asked to go to your place tonight.
toji was far from surprised when you open the door and he was welcomed to a colourful living room and a sweet vanilla smell, he noticed a couple teddy bears by the couch and a few action figures next to the tv, but as soon as you started to make out on the couch you got up and took him by the hand to your bedroom.
“wow” he let it scape when he saw all your plushies, the big ones were in the floor, a bunch on the shelves and a few more in the nightstand, “sweetheart are you sure this is your room and not a 6 year old’s?” he teased and chuckled when you slapped his chest.
“i like them okay? most of it is from those claws machines so it’s not like i spent crazy money on it…”
“oh yeah? and you got all of those in the first try?” he poked your waist as you laid down in your bed.
“well…” no you didn’t “never mind, kiss me please” you pulled him by his shirt and he placed his knee on the bed before hovering you.
“i’m not gonna support this addiction of yours you know” he reached back and pulled his shirt off.
“shut up smoker” you giggled and proceeded to take your clothes off as well.
nights with toji usually escalated very quickly but that night he seemed more distracted and a bit uneasy. when he finally had you on your hands and knees his pace was not as fast as normal, in fact he seemed to be shifting a lot.
“toji? you okay?” you asked looking over your shoulder.
“we’re switching.”
“wha—“ before you could process he had already laid on his back and manhandled you onto his lap, “toji~” you whined.
“be a good girl and ride me” he slapped your ass as he helped you sit on his dick, and how could you deny when he bosses you around like that, “that way i don’t have to see those…” he murmured and slapped away some teddy bears in your nightstand. you stopped your movements and started to laugh.
“wait is that the reason?” you chuckled but one hard trust he gave you made you lose your balance and fall on his chest.
“there must be like a thousand eyes in this bedroom” he said looking around and massaging your waist to relieve his own tension.
“oh come on old man” you teased biting his lobe, “those thousand eyes watch me touch myself every time i think about you and you’re not around” that seemed to be enough to bring the big man back to his usual self. toji placed both his feet on the mattress and proceeded to fuck into you as you got up from chest to find a better position holding onto his flexed knees.
“and who gave you the right to touch my pussy huh?”
suddenly the stuffed animals were not a problem anymore.
𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓. he was the very definition of a ray of sunshine. so it didn’t come to much of a surprise when your innocent friend confessed that he was a virgin. what did surprise you a little was hinata asking for your help with that matter.
he wanted you to show him how to make someone feel good. if anyone else had asked you would have said no, maybe even have called them gross but this was hinata. sweet hinata who only ever had good intentions. how could you possibly say no?
you weren’t sure what you were expecting. maybe for hinata to be a little more nervous? you were sitting on his lap in nothing but your panties after all but he only gave you a casual smile. perhaps that just spoke to his naivety? whatever the reason, you asked shoyo if he was sure about this before you proceeded.
“mhm i’m good” hinata assures nonchalantly. ignoring the confusion lingering in the back of your mind, you start grinding against hinata’s clothed member. doesn’t take long for a tent to form in his grey sweats.
“let me know if you want me to stop shoyo,” you whispered, placing gentle kisses along hinata’s neck as you reached down to pull his cock out. hinata’s reaction is to laugh. you’re not exactly sure what that means but you don’t ask either. instead you give his dick a few pumps before pushing your underwear to the side to sink down on his cock.
moans fall from your lips as you try to take all hinata has to offer but he’s relatively quiet. quieter than you thought imaginable for someone who was feeling a pussy for the first time but you don’t give this much thought. focused on making your sweet friend feel good, you start bouncing on his lap.
to your slight shock, hinata confidently grabs your hips. apparently you weren’t moving enough for his liking because he begins guiding you along his shaft and pounding up into to increase the pace.
what was this? how was he showing so much initiative? if you could recall, hinata had asked you to show him the ropes. it was him who needed to know how to make someone feel good but right now he was doing most of the work.
it could have been chopped up to him being a fast learner until hinata gets fed up. he can’t stop his mask from following. throwing all care out the window, he flips the script quite literally. before you know it you’re laying under hinata with his cock still buried in your cunt and he’s looking down at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes that you don’t recognize.
mouth ajar in disbelief, it takes you a moment to utter a single word. as soon as you regain the ability to speak you finally realize. “you’re not a virgin”.
the smirk hinata flashes you sends a shiver running up your spine. “what do you mean [y/n]? you don’t think i’m lying, do you?” shoyo coos, a condescending hint to his sugary tone. “i could never. i’m just so innocent, right?”.
even if you knew how to respond to that you couldn’t. the only thing that falls from your lips is a choked moan when hinata pulls out, only to roughly thrust back into you. his harsh pace doesn’t let up either. he’s treating you like you’re nothing more than a fleshlight that he can fuck as he pleased.
“‘sho- i- oh god. please, too much” you slurred, vision blurry as his length drags against your sensitive walls. your nails are digging into his freckle covered shoulders but hinata doesn’t appear to care. all he does is snicker back at you.
“too much? no it’s not. you can handle it,” hinata moaned, using his firm hands to hold down your hips to stop you from squirming away from him. “not gonna stop until i fill you with my cum. maybe you’ll stop telling everyone how innocent i am after that, huh? not so sweet now, am i?”.
shaking your head, tears of pleasure prickle in the corners of your eyes. “‘m sorry sho. didn’t know-“.
“didn’t know how good i could fuck you? don’t worry, i’ll make sure you never forget” hinata promised, leaning down to suck harshly at your neck.
you never would have expected that hinata of all people would be covering you in bruises and abusing your little pussy but here you were. to make things worse, despite him lying and using his angelic aura to trick you into this, you liked it. you liked it so much that you were mindlessly begging for him to stuff you full.
“you first. cum and i’ll give you what you want” hinata ordered, pinching and flicking your nub. whining, you feel the coil in your tummy snap. just like that you’re leaving a white ring around hinata’s cock. satisfied with that, hinata spurts his own seed into your hole.
he gives you a few more pumps before he pulled out to admire his handy work. “there you go. didn’t that feel good?” shoyo hums. “bet no one else has fucked you that good”.
you’re about to mumble out a no until you feel hinata’s tip suddenly push it’s way back into your cunt. overstimulated you cry out as your body convulses at the invasion. hinata shushes you without care. “did i say i was done with you? no. 𝐁𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓”.
first of all, I've only just met bimbo!reader and loser!suna but I would protect them with my life, what sweeties 🥺.
second of all, i can see bimbo!reader offering to suck off Suna just because it's what they're best at BUUUT i like to think that bimbo!reader is obviously fitting in some flirting during their study sessions, he's so cute and she cannot resist, "wow Suna, thank you so much for meeting me on a friday night, I know you must have had to turn down so many dates to be here" (and she sincerely means this!) and he guffaws, nearly chokes on air, gets red in the face and scratches his neck before assuring her that it's no trouble, he's never gone on a date or hooked up with anyone. To bimbo!reader this is an injustice, unfair that someone so hard working and smart and kind has never gotten to truly ~ relax ~ and she has to remedy that immediately and maybe hope he falls in love with her via his dick
"you—you don't have to do this," suna whines, making no effort to push you away. he's gripping the arms of your desk chair, doing everything he can not to cum. the warmth of your mouth is so much better than his hand. jerking off has been ruined forever now.
but you just felt so bad for him. how could nobody want to date such a sweet guy like him? he's so smart and does your homework for you and takes your photos for your instagram. sucking him off just seems like a fair deal.
besides, he just looks so cute with drooling coming from his mouth and his cheeks a deep red. it's a win for you too.
"but i want to, rinnie," you beam, kissing the tip of his cock and it's so cute how he squirms.
maybe if you get him to cum in your mouth, he'll want to hang out more and if you go a bit farther and get his dick in you, he'll have no choice but to fall in love.
it seems like a sound plan, even if all your teeny tiny brain thinks about is makeup and dick.
Notes: Should be studying for my finals but yuannaoi and her mouth watering fanart keeps distracting me so this happened instead.
Genre: NSFW 18+, business man/brat tamer!Toji
Warning:18+, SMUT including overstimulation, sex toys, breath play, impact play, manhandling, hair pulling, dirty talk with praise/degradation, bondage, slight aftercare, explicit language, and mentions of manipulative behaviour/toxic relationships. Readers discretion is advised.
WC: 2.5
“Sweetheart, the other guests are looking,” Toji whispered into your hair, grabbing your shoulders and pulling you back into him. “Wipe that look off your face…or I’ll wipe it off for you.”
tags: 18+ smut mdni, unprotected sex, cockwarming, teasing, use of daddy, breeding
toji never lets you study. you should know better than to even bring your books with you, but you needed this last course to graduate. you kept telling him you refused to play housewife without at least a degree to your name, but toji was not a patient man. he’d sit and watch from the couch with a scowl on his face as you had your face in your book, tapping his fingers against his thigh. it was always only a matter of time before he got bored, or horny, whichever came first.
Genre: fluff; love at first sight; strangers to lovers; Meian and the prompt “I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater”
A/n: Meian is a lovestruck buffoon; I may not believe in love at first sight, but he surely does. there’s something about Meian that incites the need to write excessive imagery.
The first time Meian sees you, it is spring. He is finally able to shed the extra layers winter forced him to don, and on his walk to the gym, the sting along his skin is just a faint memory as golden sunlight warms his arms. There’s an invincibility in his step that he blames on the pristine weather. Gone are the days where he has to bundle up like brittle sticks. Today, he feels reborn. He takes extra care as he walks into the gym with his greetings. And as he speaks to the head physical trainer about a plot hole he’s found in the latest Fast and Furious movie, you pass by him in maneuvered grace. Just a whiff of your scent and the wisp of your wear, and Meian suddenly feels smitten. The indomitable air slips right under him as his legs wobble at just your passing. Your steady steps resolutely walk away from him while he almost scampers your way like a waddling duck but you’re already out the door before his brain can send the message to his legs.
And it’s the way that the image of you blooms something right in his heart. It takes hold, twining its roots through the bronchi of his lungs, taking his breath away in a manner Meian never knew he liked. It sprouts right at his core, in the upper left quadrant of his chest.
There’s something about being left breathless, how he almost feels depraved but human, that he craves. He doesn’t know your name but you’ve scattered spores throughout his chest.
So he calls you spring.
Summer comes in an overwhelming way. He finds you lingering in his thoughts it’s almost troublesome. How has a five second interaction become a months long fascination? It feels like opening a hot oven that singes his skin and when the sun is not belting against the pavement, torrential rain replaces it. It is how he and his team end up trapped in a diner on a free day before their next game.
“I want one of those short cats. Munchkin cats.” Shion pulls out his phone. A few clicks and he turns his phone around to show the cat in mention. “They’re cute aren’t they?”
There’s a resounding agreement among the group but Atsumu spends a little longer analyzing it.
“They’ve got short legs just like you, Inunaki.” Atsumu observes with a finger to his lips before he’s given a quick karate chop across the top of his head from the libero.
“No, it’s because they’re cute like me.”
“And short too.” He mentions once more with a rub to his new wound.
“Keep pressing, Atsumu.” Inunaki glares at the setter. “See what I put in your conditioner when you’re not looking.”
At this, Atsumu flops to his knees in a beg to his senior, “Not my conditioner!”
“I want a bird.” Sakusa ponders quietly despite the ruckus his teammate causes beside him. Somber laces his statement that captures everyone else’s attention. Sakusa on the other hand, keeps his gaze out the window, watching the rain flick against it, lost in thought as if remembering a fond memory. “I had one as a child and loved him quite a bit. Komori and I even threw him a funeral in my backyard.”
“Oh,” Adriah starts, and just like everyone else, finds himself speechless. Thunder passes with a tremendous force and rattles everyone back to their senses. “That is actually surprisingly sweet.”
“It’s not that deep.” Sakusa is terse and expresses it in body language when he crosses both his arms and legs. “Leave me alone.”
Bokuto, as always, moves the conversation along swimmingly and turns himself to the left to face his captain. “So then what about you, Captain? What kind of pet would you want?”
Meian immediately groans at the sound of Barnes’ laughter, who after a quick recollection, answers for him. “He’s already got a pet. A duck.”
Meian simply covers his face with his palm, but oh, goodhearted Hinata looks up in fascination. “I didn’t know you had a duck, Captain! Do you have any pictures?”
“He wishes!” Barnes continues to speak on his behalf. “If only he could find his duck again.”
Barnes clarifies for the group after a few more chuckles, explaining that the mysterious person he so happened to pass months ago goes by a new moniker: Duck.
“For Duck Tape,” he explains with a toothpick lazily placed between his lips. “Because they’re stuck in Captain’s mind all day.”
So summer continues to be insufferable. Meian struggles to find escape from the heat and reprieve from the monsoon rain.
And though his teammates are persistent in calling you Duck, he names you summer.
Autumn falls into step and the season begins fruitless. His search for you hasn’t gone well. He’s gone around the gym and asked if they knew anything of you but a quick description of his five second glimpse of you and a three page long summary of the way you made him feel makes no good use for wanted posters. So the thought of you diminishes, falls flat in the crisp air and crunches beneath his feet.
You fade into the backdrop of a beautiful autumn, simply a golden memory hidden underneath a pile of bronze leaves. Meian busies himself with other things. He spends time rewatching the Fast and Furious series and becomes heavily invested in procuring rare tea leaves. For the first time in years, he spends an afternoon in a library and it is there, basking in the residual heat of the floor to ceiling windows, is he hit with a clarity of peace. It washes over him, akin to stepping into a bath of perfectly warm water, and Meian finds himself ageing perfectly in his body. He feels like wine that has been decanted, like he can finally breathe.
The season settles into its peak and he finds himself running late to the team manager’s engagement party. Lost in thought at the store, he walks through the wine aisle with a genuine care, trying to find the perfect bottle to celebrate their union. He does the same in the card aisle, running his pointer finger along each piece of cardstock until he finds one that expresses love in a manner he envisions.
He stops at the curb of their manager’s home, next to the lamppost as he scrounges for a pen in his jacket pocket where he spends a moment conjuring a quick, heartfelt message. Meian is halfway though his scrawl when you trip over the curb and stumble into his arms. The bottle thankfully stays within his grasp, but his pen and paper flutter to the ground. You’re exclaiming apologies left and right, hands grabbing his forearms then wrists, before you reach for what has fallen, but there’s no way Meian can focus on anything but you. You’re here, absolute, and definitely not a figment of his imagination.
“--didn’t mean to do that.” Meian finally catches. “I can’t believe I fell on top of the captain of the MSBY Black Jackals before walking through the front door.”
You laugh in disbelief and Meian has to literally clench his fist and toes, grappling onto the physical world before he has another out of body experience.
“I’m not even drunk yet!”
“You know me?” He’s baffled and there’s no way he can hide it.
“Of course. I go to the games every once in a while. Midori is my cousin and I visit on occasion.”
A moment passes and even more blinks. If he had the mental capacity, he’d feel sorry for you and how much effort you have to put in to carry the conversation. “You’re a lot different than expected.”
“How so?” He’s an idiot. He’s spent months being plagued by the thought of you and now that the moment has come, all he can muster is the lexicon of a grade one student.
You fiddle with the edge of the card, “You can tell a lot of someone by what kind of card they choose.” Then you lift it up to face him. “‘Congrats to the Plantastic couple?’” He thought it was funny when he read it, but in your inflection, it brings out a goodhearted chuckle.
“It’s funny!” He takes the piece of paper in his hand. “Ain’t that what love is about?”
“You’re a sap!”
Meian laughs even harder. “Was that pun intended? That’s hilarious!”
“No,” But you grin up at him anyways. He’s taken back to spring, where his lungs breathe no air, mind holds no thoughts, while his heart hammers against his chest to compensate.
But the air is crisp and the vision of you is clear.
So he calls you fall.
It is frigid when winter comes along, but Meian remains cozy. His long legs tuck into the cushioning of the couch, and though the heater is on blast, a nippiness in the air endures and makes his fingers stiff. A romcom plays in the background, fitting for the season, and when he sees the main character profess his undying love to the lead while he munches on a crispy piece of bacon, he cannot help but feel his own heart warm again. So he turns his head, and looks at the source of all things good in his life. You, in his sweater, fingers barely peeking through the oversized sleeves as you hold a mug of cocoa to your lips, stilled by the action on the screen.
When you’ve had enough of his staring, you cast him a playful glare, “What?”
“Nothing,” Meian grins, but his own mouth betrays the words he just spoke, taking a hand of yours and placing a kiss. “I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”
“You sentimental sap.” You place your mug onto the coffee table, but lean in for a kiss between his brows.
“Speaking of,” Meian murmurs into your throat as his hands bunch the fabric that runs along your arms. “I got you another card.”
“Not another one.”
“You’ll like it.” He promises, and reaches for the lower shelf under the table.
You bend your legs below you, “I feel like you enjoy this more than I do.”
“Maybe so. But it makes me happy.” He hands the envelope to you, this time a pristine blue. Giddiness runs along Meian’s lips and you’ve found you like sharing this joy. It feels like no other, something unadulterated, something yours.
“'I love you snow much.'” You read and Meian guffaws despite your deadpan delivery.
The snow falls peacefully outside and settles along the bank but the sound of Meian’s raucous laughter accompanied by yours imprints itself onto the crystalline canvas of white.
You could call him winter, but instead, you call him yours.
Which Haikyuu boy(s) would be into getting cucked? LOVE watching their girl getting fucked hard by their friend(s) while he just sits and watches, not even joining~
i luv ur brain
☀︎ MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY — cucking <3, riding, doggy style, male masturbation, nipple play, hair pulling, dirty talk
❖ — SAKUSA KIYOOMI
“she feels good, doesn’t she, motoya?”
sakusa sounds so far away—or is it just because of the way your loud moans and cries overpower his deep voice?
yes, it’s definitely because of that. it’s because of how you’re pinned to the bed, nails scratching another man’s back while your boyfriend watches with lust-blown eyes, stroking his cock with his large hand that matches the speed of his cousin’s heavy thrusts in your leaking pussy.
komori’s got one of your legs draped over his shoulders, his shaky hands grabbing and squeezing every sliver of skin he can reach as his head is buried in the crook of your neck, trying—but failing—to muffle his groans of pleasure in your ear.
“m-motoya, f-faster, please!”
god, he’s wanted to fuck his cousin’s girlfriend for so long. who knew that this opportunity would be lounging on his bed, wearing lingerie in his favourite colour?
“y-yeah, kiyoomi—oh shit—your girl’s got the best pussy ever—fuck.”
❖ — TENDOU SATORI
“so glad to see you enjoying yourself, wakatoshi.”
tendou’s got his head leaned back on the chair, his body practically melting into the fabric as he lazily strokes his cock to the vision of you getting pounded from behind by his best friend’s monstrous cock.
“tell me, sweetheart, how does wakatoshi-kun’s fat cock feel in your sweet cunt?”
“s-so big, ‘tori! god, hnng—he’s so fucking big!” you practically scream your reply, but there’s nothing wrong or exaggerated about what you said. because it’s true. your boyfriend’s big, but ushijima.....he’s on a league of his own and the way his thick cock is dragging deliciously inside your pussy, pulling babbled moans from your sore throat—well it’s no wonder how your vision is blurry as you drop your head, your drool staining the sheets as your trembling arms fight to support you on all fours.
ushijima disapproves, however, thinking it’s only respectful that you maintain eye contact with your boyfriend while he thrusts deeply into your slick cunt again and again, his breathing heavy and ragged as the loud squelches of skin meeting skin ring in his ears.
you yelp as you feel thick and long fingers tangle in your scalp, pulling your head back until your back is arched deeper than before, tears prickling in your eyes as this new angle makes the fat tip of his cock hit your sweet spot continuously.
“keep your eyes on tendou while i fuck you, baby.”
❖ — MIYA OSAMU
“she got the prettiest tits, right, ‘tsumu?”
osamu’s tone is mocking towards his twin but his eyes and breathing tell a different story. lip caught between his teeth as he watches you bounce on his brother’s cock, your pussy lips stretching to accommodate the eerily similar thickness he and atsumu share—it’s like he’s fucking you but obviously not.
either way, he’s enjoying the scene in front of him, his large hand wrapped around his cock as he squeezes himself to emulate the tightness of your cunt, but he knows nothing can compare to it.
nothing can compare to what he’s letting his twin experience.
atsumu’s reply to osamu is a loud groan, his blonde hair matted to his sweaty forehead as he cups your tits in his hands, twisting your sensitive nipples in his thick fingers as you whimper brokenly from the sharp sting it sends to your pussy.
atsumu swears he’s in heaven, with his back flat on the bed, the creaks of the mattress loud in his ears, and hooded eyes fluttering as he watches his brother’s girlfriend fuck herself on his cock. all the nights of him jerking himself off while you and osamu were having sex were so worth it.
“y-yes, tsumie! f-fuck, i love your cock—oh god.”
your high-pitched whine makes atsumu dizzy with desire, his groans guttural as he raises his hips and thrusts back into your tight pussy, meeting your every bounce on his lap.
“this better not be the first and—fuck—last time i’ll ever fuck this creamy cunt, ‘samu—fucking shit.”
relationships: seijoh 4 x f!reader (and secret person x reader)
warnings/contents: gangbangs, mention of drugs, double penetration, orgy, public sex, cockwarming, spit kink, ass play, cumplay, somnophilia (all of this is under ‘keep reading’).
notes: let me know what y’all think and if you ever want to send lewd to my inbox, i highly encourage you to do so (it is highly welcomed!) there’s more from where this came from. happy week for y’all, something to tide you over with until my next upload on the 19th of november!
words: 1.5k +
masterlist | how the seijoh 4 boys eat you out
busy thinking about…
seijoh 4 who won’t hesitate to call you a bitch and degrade you to hell and back, but you bet your ass if one of them ever hear someone else call you that, they’re going to knock the fuck out of them
seijoh 4 who knows the rumours going around the five of you but doesn’t care enough to address it, they only do when it particularly gets to you
his former volleyball team rubbed off on him, hard. kenma always has an urge to call you kitten when you two are alone, it sounds more endearing right now.
right now is when his dick is shoved inside your wam and pulsating cunt, the pretty pink tip slipping in and out the entrance to tease you before kenma bottoms out, the veiny sides brushing against your velvety walls, he groans and tugs on your pretty red choker, a dainty bell ringing everytime he thrusts.
kenma cooes about how pretty you look, his pretty kitten taking him so well. and he can't help but move a bit faster when you whimper, moan or babble back only for a small inaudible response to leave your lips, the sheets you lay on scrunched as you try to grip on it, kozume's free hand cupping your cheek.
“my precious kitten, you're taking it so well. but i know you can take more, yeah? you'll do it for me right? for me, kitten?”
kotaro bokuto
kotaro can't take seeing you misbehave, trying to lead him on, trying real hard so you can get fucked well, like how he always does. but when you get too bratty, he has to put you back in your place.
thighs pushed up to brush against your reddening ears, breathy whimpers coming from you, followed by the continued sorries and begs for forgiveness as kotaro fucks into you animalistically, fat tears falling down your cheeks as you watch bokuto get too into watching you sob yet clench on to his cock like a vice, he makes a small “tsk!” sound and it shuts you up
your pretty eyes getting puffy but you beg for more, and more, you want him to continue. “don't worry puppy, 'm not gonna stop till you're beggin' me to, and till that already empty head of yours gets filled with thoughts of only me and my cock, yeah. i know you'd like that” he promises, smirking when he sees your eyes widen and how you frantically try to hide your tired expression, his calloused hands grabbing your cheeks, “no, no puppy. you look at me while i fuck you, watch how i ruin your insides and claim it as mine, watch. let's see how much cum will be enough to give us puppies, yeah?”
atsumu miya
you already know you're fucked when he calls you by your nickname, “bunny.” that's always a warning, when he calls you that, it either means you've done something wrong, or you're gonna get ruined.
atsumu spits inside your open mouth, and as you swallow it, he shudders. “dirty fuckin' bunny. bet ya dream 'bout 'samu doin' this to you too, fuckin' slut.” you immediately try to squeak a silent no, but mere whimpers come out your mouth, mind hazy as you try to remember how many orgasms you've already had, not even a single condom in sight but splatters of both your cum was spilled on your bed.
thoughts flying away when you hear atsumu hiss again, “are ya gonna answer me, bunny? or yer just too stupid ter answer now? can't even talk properly, cock's the only thing on yer mind right now huh?” you squeak a yes yet atsumu still doesn't look pleased. his golden eyes look down on your hickey-filled and cum-splattered body. “this ain't enough, gonna breed you like a real bunny, so ya can't act like a stupid slut fer my brother too. gonna make ya a mommy and give us lots of baby bunnies to take care of, bunny loves that, i know you do.”
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.
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.”
summary: tengen was gone for a little while and hinatsuru, makio, and suma wanted a new toy to play with to satiate their own desires. then tengen arrived...
word count: 2.5k
mature content warnings:
polygamy, fivesome, finger fucking, thigh riding, cunnilingus, scissoring/tribbing, face-riding, tongue fucking, impact play/slapping, breeding kink, creampie, size kink, objectification of reader [being called a toy], praise + degradation, overstimulation
from em: currently catching up on kny manga and i can't get their relationship out of my head, hinatsuru specifically makes my heart go brrrr. so here's the four of them sharing you <3 as always, minors dni and enjoy! hope i did them justice <3
it was all so sudden - hinatsuru's sweetly parted lips meeting yours, her skin soft and covered with a sheen of saliva.
even without suma's mouth sucking gently on your neck and makio's smooth hands dragging under the hem of your shirt, hinatsuru's lips alone were enough to send you into a trance.
a very light, pleasurable, lust-glimmering trance.
coaxes of "c'mon, have some fun with us. tengen won't be back for a little while," in whiny, pleading pitches was what brought this all on.
the three of them couldn't satiate their own lust, and their own willing desires to indulge in their fantasies prompted you to become their new little adventure.
your fingers trailed through hinatsuru's silky, dark hair as you free hand held suma's cheek, who was still nipping and sucking softly at the crook of your neck.
"doesn't it feel good?" makio smiled meekly, her hand grazing through your hair. she whispered onto the shell of your ear, "being touched by all of us at once."
shudders tingled down your spine, your tongue flicking against hinatsuru's as you felt it all get slowly more desperate. "mhm," you murmured into the kiss, watching a sliver of saliva fall on her chin as she pulled away.
their gentle smiles were so genuine and kind, but the resonating lust glimmering in their eyes shook you to your core - it intoxicated you.
everything about them was so enamoring - the sweet yet sharp scents of their skin, the depth and emotion held in their eyes, and the gentle and matronly tones dripping like honey from their voices.
it drew you in slowly, ensnaring you in the moment until you felt just as desperate for pleasure as them.
"you're getting hot, too," hinatsuru muttered, her lips grazing against yours. "i can feel it."
you nodded slowly, finding suma's hand on your jaw craning your neck towards her. she had a meek expression on her face, seeming significantly shyer than her co-wives. but it wouldn't stop her from getting her fair share.
"c-can i get a turn?" suma queried, moving to sit beside you on the couch you'd been perched on. "hinatsuru's been hogging..."
suma's lips felt smooth in a different way, her every movement laced with repressed desire. your hands slithered through her hair, needy pants ensuing each time your lips broke apart before connecting again.
makio's hands slid over your waist, grasping the bottom hem of your shirt only to pull it over your head. your watering mouth found suma's yet again, whimpering into the kiss as makio sucked and licked the flesh of your breast.
"such a beautiful body you have," makio murmured, her hands groping and massaging your breasts as her mouth found your nipple.
you gasped into suma's mouth, her tongue making its way to dance along yours. makio's tongue flicked and swirled wetly around your nipple, heat slithering like snakes through your veins.
"let's see that pretty pussy of yours," hinatsuru cooed, her fingers flirting with the waistband of your panties under your skirt. "my co-wives can't have all the fun, can they?"
you felt so vulnerable, so exposed - yet, they made you feel safe. you found yourself in a state of eagerness, your repressing desires fully fleshed as you were surrounded by three enamoring women.
more, more, more. you just wanted... more. more touching, more groping, more sucking, more kissing, more licking. more. give me more.
hinatsuru pulled your dainty panties off of your legs, her eyes widening softly as she stared in focused cognizance. "look how pretty," she murmured, her fingers gracing your folds and relishing in the slick feeling. "and wet, too. the three of us turn you on, don't we?"
"i can't wait any longer," makio whined out, her thighs rubbing together to get any kind of friction on her cunt.
"let me help you, then," you responded, slipping off her own panties to reveal her nude cunt, eager and smothered in slickness. she spread her thighs bashfully, a slight blush on her face as your fingers moved skillfully in circles on her clit.
"oh, f-feels so good," she whimpered, grinding her hips slowly in desperation.
"what about me?" suma muttered meekly, her eyes flicking downwards in overt shyness. "can i at least ride your thigh?"
hinatsuru slipped her fingers into your wet cunt, delving them as far as possible and curling them forwards against a spongey part in your walls. you whined out airily, suma's lips hovering over yours as she straddled one of your spread thighs.
you slipped your own fingers into makio's cunt, her hips bucking against your hand as you curled them again and again. suma's lips met yours, her breath whiny as she dragged her wet cunt against your thigh desperately over and over.
slick was smothered on fingers, whimpered moans filled the air, and pleasure was bursting through each of your bodies. it was so dirty, so undignified. so desperate.
hinatsuru's mouth found your nipple, swirling her tongue around it as she fingered you again and again relentlessly. your fervent moans and gasps filled suma's mouth, her hips grinding even quicker against your thigh.
"i'm g-" makio mewled, her head throwing back as her cunt pulsed around your fingers. "gonna cum, please don't stop."
you didn't dare, curling your fingers faster against the front of her walls as she shuddered on the couch. she gasped once, her cunt tightening and releasing around your delicate fingers as she came, wet sounds flooding the quaint living room.
"oh, look how much you came," you cooed, slipping your slick-smothered fingers into your mouth and letting the taste roister on your tongue. "tastes so sweet."
hinatsuru's own desire enveloped her, possessing her to drape her thigh over yours and bump her wet cunt right up against yours.
suma was still relentlessly grinding against your thigh, slick liquid smothering your skin as she dragged her cunt against you. "jus' a little more," she whined out in neediness.
"ah, shit," hinatsuru cooed, her hips rolling against yours as her clit throbbed from the friction. "feels so good."
your own slick and hers tangled together, painting your folds as your own pulsing clit bumped again and again against hers.
"oh, my god," suma whimpered, her lips crashing against yours in desperation. the pants and shallow breaths leaving her lips brushed against your skin, her body starting to shudder on your thigh. "gonna cum on your pretty thigh."
"good girl, c'mon, cum for me," you murmured against her cheek, grasping her hip as she rolled it again and again. her body shook immensely, her head craning back in ecstasy as she came. her hips continued their grinding, riding out a long-overdue orgasm.
pleasure was bursting through the air like lightning strikes, little whines and heavy breaths flooding the air before a loud noise came from the front of the house.
the women each gasped, eyes lighting up in roistering excitement.
"tengen!"
and there he saw you - sprawled out on his couch, hinatsuru's cunt pressed right up against your own needy, slick-dripping one as suma straddled your thigh.
"oh, who's this?" tengen let out a pearled sneer, his muscles rippling enigmatically with each step he took towards the living room. "a new little toy you picked out?"
"mhm," suma nodded, her eyes still mildly half-lidded from coming gloriously on your thigh.
"just having some fun," makio responded, a small giggle leaving her lips. "you shouldn't leave for so long, y'know..."
"but i'm here now, aren't i?" tengen spoke, his fingers finding suma's chin and pressing a gentle kiss on her lips that left her mind boggled. "at the right time, it seems."
there was something enamoring about him - his brawny shoulders, enrapturing suave, and biceps so swollen that they could simply crush you.
you felt meek, exposed - your body naked and writhing against hinatsuru's cunt so desperately to cum.
"let me help," tengen smirked, eagerly admiring the position that you and hinatsuru were in. "why don't you lie down for me and let my wife ride your face, hm?"
you nodded mindlessly, lying back on the couch and spreading your thighs apart sheepishly. tengen knelt before you, freeing his cock from his pants - and your face dropped.
it was so big - girthy and veined, enough to stretch you out so relentlessly. but fuck, you wanted it so badly.
it was all so new, indulging shamelessly in such a dirty act with four other people. the throbs and sears of pleasure burned with vulnerability, making you hotter by the second.
makio's lips found the head of her husband's cock, slipping her tongue in circles before bobbing her head up and down. then she stopped, letting spit dribble from her mouth onto the shaft and fisting it with her hand.
and she did it all in preparation for you.
hinatsuru straddled your face, her knees pressing onto the couch on both sides of your head. the look on her face was sweet, yet her eyes were glittering with lust for pleasure, lust for more.
"sit, darling," you told her, wrapping your hands around her hips and forcing her to let all her weight lie on you. you squeezed the plush flesh of her thighs, letting her wet cunt smother your gaped mouth.
it tasted so good - the slickness dancing on your tongue and setting your taste buds ablaze. you whined out, the sound muffled against her cunt as you slipped your tongue between her walls.
"ah- i love your tongue," hinatsuru murmured breathily, her hips starting to buck against your chin, her clit bumping against your nose. "tengen, she's such a good toy."
"i'll have to see for myself, won't i?" tengen sneered brashly, grasping your inner thigh as he let the head of his cock slip through your folds. "such a slutty little fuck toy you picked out."
you gasped against hinatsuru's cunt, tengen's cock starting to stretch you so elegantly. you whined and ground your hips eagerly, tengen's light grunts flooding the room as he bottomed out in your cunt.
it was so fucking big - you couldn't figure out how these women took it so easily so often. but you couldn't get enough.
tengen wrapped his broad hands around your waist, his hips going into motion and forcing his thick cock deep into your smothered cunt. a jolt of pleasure shocked your nerves as the head of his cock bumped against your cervix, any and all whimpers muffled by hinatsuru's cunt on your face.
"she's doing so good," makio cooed, her mouth leaving delicate kisses and flicks of tongue on your breast. "takin' all of your dick like that, tengen."
"you picked out a good one," tengen sneered, his grasp forcing your thighs to fold against your chest to fuck you even deeper. "such a wet little pussy."
"oh, fuck, fuck," hinatsuru whined, your grasp on her hips taut as she ground her hips onto your tongue. you pushed your wet tongue as deep as possible, letting her clit drag against your nose.
you peered up at hinatsuru to find suma sucking on her neck, making her whine and buck her hips even faster against your face. "you look so pretty riding her face," suma whimpered to her co-wife.
the way they all knew each other's bodies so well was enticing, working together to coax the two of you into a well-deserved, shaking and stuttering orgasm.
tengen's cock rutting into your tight cunt left your mind boggled and thoughts strewn about, your breath hitched and shallow against hinatsuru's pretty pink cunt.
"fuck her harder, tengen," makio cooed, her lips smothered in saliva after sucking on your breast. "see how much she can take."
tengen groaned, adjusting his hips and digging his thick fingers into the plush flesh of your thighs. he stopped moving, then altogether started rutting his hips at almost an inhuman speed.
your body shuddered, grasping hinatsuru's hips even tighter in response and leaving red imprints. she whined, moving her hips faster against your face as you dug your tongue into her cunt.
"ah- don't stop," hinatsuru whined, her hands grazing through your hair and pulling at the roots. "gon- gonna cum on your pretty face."
"mmf," you murmured whiningly, begging for it. tengen's cock filled you up euphorically, your chest burning and roistering as you felt your own climax boiling in your body.
each thrust of his thick cock brought swelling pressure into your gut, feeling filled to the brim and your body shuddered in ecstasy.
"ah-" hinatsuru panted against suma's lips, her body stuttering on your face as her cunt pulsed and released around your tongue. you thrusted your tongue in and out, not daring to let a drop of her cum go to waste.
the taste of her on your tongue was heavenly, a sweet slick that left you gasping and shuddering.
hinatsuru freed your mouth of her weight, allowing you the pleasure of breathing. her thumb dragged along the saliva and cum smothering your chin, admiring the fucked-out look in your eye as you took all of tengen's cock.
"look at her shaking," makio admired, her fingers gliding across your breasts and lightly flicking your nipples, making you whine. "you can tell she's gonna cum soon."
your head craned back, a hitched gasp flooding the living room as tengen slammed his hips again and again against yours.
"what a good girl, takin' all of us," tengen sneered, wet noises ensuing as your cunt tightened around his shaft. "how 'bout i cum in that tight pussy? i'm sure my wives wouldn't mind."
"not at all," suma cooed sweetly, brushing her hand through your hair delicately. "fill her up. wanna see it drip out."
your mind was hazed, fully immersed in the moment of unbridled pleasure searing like boiling water through your skin. you couldn't last any longer, it was too much.
"gon- gonna cum on your cock," you whined breathlessly, your vision blurry from the overstimulation. it was hard to form coherent sentences, your thoughts scattered, "so... big."
"you can take it, though," tengen grunted, his palm slapping your thigh as he rutted his hips into your fucked-out cunt. "such a good little fuck toy, cum all over my cock."
those words sent you reeling over the edge, your body shuddering on the couch as your cunt pulsed around his shaft. it was simply euphoric - a heavenly build-up leading to a wave of pleasure crashing down on you.
"oh, so fuckin' tight," tengen groaned shakily, his cock throbbing desperately inside of you as your cunt squeezed him so eagerly. "think i'm gonna fill you up real nice."
"give it to me, give it to me, please," you pleaded and begged mindlessly, clutching harshly onto the cushion. "fill me up, i want it."
"dirty girl, huh?" tengen smirked, dragging his tongue along his bottom lip as his face tensed harshly. "i'll oblige."
tengen snapped his hips forward, the head of his cock bumping against the hilt of your cunt - and then you felt it.
a hot sensation flooded against your walls, his cum seeping so far into your cunt and your gut bulging in response. you whined and gasped, his cock revealing again, smothered in both of your cum.
"c-can i taste it?" suma pleaded, her eyes widened and mouth watering at the sight.
tengen stood, allowing suma's lips to greet the head of his cock, her tongue catching the slick liquid covering every inch of him. makio soon joined, their tongues working gently to let the taste roister on their tongues.
"mm, tastes so good," makio cooed out.
"look at it drip out," hinatsuru admired, her finger slipping along your folds and catching the white liquid painting your skin. she sucked on her finger, indulging in the taste of the two of you. "maybe we'll have to bring her over more often."
"we did pick out a good one, didn't we?" suma smiled.
⤷ CW. AFAB reader, Size kink, dirty talk, dacryphilia, degradation, choking, doggy style (bc I refuse to write mating press in a quickie), possessiveness, voyeurism, brat taming(?), clothed sex (naked female, clothed male), daddy kink, MDNI
⤷ Synopsis: You get punished for being a brat and flirting with another Hashira before a Hashira meeting.
⤷ Note. Pfft, imagine whoever you want as the "other Hashira". I'm going with Sanemi. Not proofread lmao.
#tags. @festive (viv imagining giyuu ik it) @i4nanami @manjiken @r1nf4iry
You could hear Mitsuri's chatter through the thin walls,"You're getting wetter," Soft silver strands caress your skin while his deep voice falls melodically on your ear,"Does it turn you on to know that they could hear you if you're not quiet?"
You whimper at his jab, nails digging into the carpet and a sweet plea falls from your lips. A breathy chuckle sends shivers tingling through your spine,"Not much of a brat now, are you?" Painted nails left tiny crescents on your skin as his hips pressed flush to your squirming ones,"Just needed a good dicking down." He muses, strumming his fingers around your waist till he reached in between your legs,"And you're back to being an obedient slut for daddy." Tengen presses the pads of his fingers on your aching clit, rubbing deft circle on the puffy nub.
Your hands trembled under the weight of his broad chest against your back, the material of his vest flush on your bare back. A loud moan breaks through your restraint as you tumble over with a sudden hard thrust from Tengen,"Careful there," Teeth pull your earlobe in a teasing bite when you bury your face behind your folded arms, chest pressed to the scratchy carpet now, "Wouldn't want them to find out what a slut their fellow hashira is for the God of flamboyance, hm?"
A scoff bubbled up in your throat but it died as soon as Uzui's cock knocked at your cervix with the new angle,"Daddy! T'deep, please!" Your mewl satiated the burns of jealousy in his chest that were alight ever since he saw you flirting with the other Hashira. It might be hypocritical of him to be envious if you want another man, because he's got three wives but the insecurities in his veins won't let him admit it, that he's scared you'd leave him. So, he's here taking out his green sparks of anger on you, thick cock abusing your cunt in an unrelenting pace. Your kneecaps ached from kneeling on the floor, skin scratching with each thrust from the man behind you.
"Shhh," A huge palm covered your mouth, thick fingers draped over your lips. Eyes saturating with salty drops as you cry out in his hand,"Oh-fuck- you want them to find out, don't ya'?" Tengen bites back a grunt, faltering to grasp at the tiny tendrils of restraint he had to not cum right away because your cunt is gripping his length tighter than ever before,"Or maybe you're hoping he'd come over and fuck you." His words made you moan, the coil in your belly ready to snap.
"What a fucking whore you are, y/n." The hand slides down your jaw, the metal of his rings burning cold on your skin as his fingers wrapped around your neck,"Then I guess I'll have to fuck you like one," You yelp when his cock head kisses your cervix again, bruising your walls with such powerful deep thrusts,"Let them hear you getting fucked like you deserve." His voice is almost drowned out by the filthy wet slaps and you're sure if the other Hashiras didn't hear you yet, they absolutely can hear you now,"Like the whore you are."
"Maybe he'll hear you too." Tengen is merciless with his taunts,"And he'll realise that he can never fuck you like I can." He growls, hunky body lurching over your tiny one. You press your cheek to the bulge of his bicep as you feel his veins pulse against your gummy walls. You won't deny that having him all possessive over you turned you on but will you let him know? "Maybe he can fuck me better than you," Your eyes meet his with a turn of your head,"Daddy." Fuchsia orbs haze into darkness upon your words,"We'll see about that." Thumb and index finger pinches your clit harshly, a smirk tugs at the corners of his lips as your face twists, the coil snapping with wet warmth drenching his throbbing cock.
Tengen's gaze locks on the intruder's eyes, his hand gripping your jaw to tilt your face up to display the expression of ecstasy,"Doesn't she look pretty when she cums?" Through the ringing in your ears from the blissful orgasm, you register your boyfriend's strained growl before your tear hazed eyes focus on the other man at the doorframe.
tell me why im writing a toji fan fic and i needed to know the color of megumis eyes and i was like omg they're green. BING BONG THEM HOES ARE BLUE IN THE ANIME?!?!?!? I STG IF THAT MEANS TOJIS EYES ARENT GOING TO BE GREEN IN THE ANIME IM GOING TO ENTER MY VILLIAN ARC
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