10.31, kinktober friday four – 4 big guys feat. seijoh 4
pairing: frat boys!iwaizumi, matsukawa, oikawa & hanamaki x freshaman fem!reader
cw: MDNI, nsfw, seniors vs. freshman, gangbang, fingering, edging, dirty talk, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, messy blowjob, cum on tits, big dick mattsun (again), size difference, p in v, unprotected, backshots, hair pulling, spanking, creampie, double penetration, anal, double creampie & more!
the chill in the autumn air bit at your bare legs as you made your way up the familiar steps of the seijoh frat house. the bass thrummed against the soles of your knee-high boots, a promise of the chaos and revelry within. tonight was halloween, and the seniors of seijoh were notorious for throwing the kind of parties that became legend before dawn. as a freshman whose reputation for turning heads preceded her, you'd received a personal, almost imperious, invitation from oikawa himself. not that you needed one, you were the kind of girl who was always on the guest list, even if it was just in the minds of the hosts.
your costume was meticulously chosen, a statement that was both alluring and unsettling. patrick bateman, but with a feminine twist that made it undeniably you. the crisp white dress shirt, slightly unbuttoned to hint at the cleavage beneath, tucked into a black mini skirt that barely skimmed your thighs. a sharp black blazer, a blood-red tie loosened around your neck, and those knee-high boots that added inches to your already statuesque frame. the pièce de résistance was the transparent raincoat, artfully splattered with fake blood, giving you the air of a woman who knew how to handle business, even if that business involved an axe and a huey lewis and the news album. you were a walking dichotomy: polished predator, irresistible prey.
pushing through the front door, you were immediately enveloped by the humid, boozy air, thick with the scent of cheap beer, sweat, and something vaguely herbal, definitely not sage. the house was a labyrinth of bodies, pulsating to the beat of a dubstep remix of a pop song. fairy lights, cobwebs, and plastic skeletons adorned every surface, but the real spectacle was the costumes. you spotted a dozen harley quinns, a few generic vampires, and a surprisingly authentic-looking pennywise.
then, you saw them. the four horsemen of the seijoh apocalypse, holding court in the sprawling living room.
hajime iwaizumi, a brooding, muscular tyler durden, leaned against the archway leading to the kitchen. his iconic red leather jacket hugged his broad shoulders, a cigarette dangling casually from his lips, the smoke curling around his perpetually intense gaze. he was the kind of handsome that didn't need to try, radiating an effortless, primal magnetism. he caught your eye, a slow, knowing smirk playing on his lips, and you felt a familiar flicker of heat in your gut.
beside him, practically glowing under the dim party lights, was toru oikawa. he was ken, but not just any ken. this was the ken, with a perfectly coiffed blonde wig that defied gravity, a pink denim vest, and matching jeans that hugged his toned physique. he was a vision of plastic perfection, utterly ridiculous and utterly captivating. he was holding court, surrounded by a gaggle of girls, his dazzling smile and theatrical gestures drawing all eyes. he spotted you, and his smile widened, a predatory glint in his cerulean eyes that promised mischief. he blew you a kiss, a playful gesture that still managed to make your cheeks flush.
lounging on a beat-up armchair, looking utterly at home amidst the chaos, was issei matsukawa. he was the dude, an almost spiritual embodiment of the big lebowski character. his tattered bathrobe was surprisingly chic, sunglasses perched on his nose despite the dim lighting, and a half-smoked joint held loosely between his fingers. he had that languid, cool confidence that made him irresistible. he raised his joint in a silent salute, his eyes, hidden behind the shades, undoubtedly assessing you.
and finally, perched on the armrest of matsukawa's chair, was takahiro hanamaki. captain jack sparrow, a surprisingly good one at that, complete with dreadlocks, smudged eyeliner, and a perpetually tipsy sway. he was laughing at something matsukawa said, his voice a gravelly chuckle that carried over the music. he saw you, and his mischievous grin widened, a twinkle in his eye that promised debauchery. he gave you a wink that was both charming and utterly inappropriate.
you navigated the throng of bodies, accepting a red solo cup filled with something suspiciously strong, and made your way towards them. the air around them felt different, charged with an almost palpable energy.
"well, well, well, if it isn't our very own patrick bateman," oikawa purred, his voice a smooth caress even over the thumping bass. he took your hand, his touch sending a jolt up your arm, and pressed a dramatic kiss to your knuckles. "looking absolutely killer tonight, darling. though i'm not sure if i should be flattered or terrified."
you chuckled, pulling your hand back, a playful glint in your eyes. "why not both, ken? it's halloween, after all." you gestured to his costume. "though i must say, the pink is… bold."
"only for the boldest of kens," he preened, striking a pose.
iwaizumi, ever the stoic one, took a drag from his cigarette. "don't encourage him, y/n. he's already insufferable enough." but there was a hint of affection in his tone. he looked you up and down, his gaze lingering on the bloodstains on your raincoat. "nice touch with the blood. really sells the i just murdered someone vibe."
"thanks, tyler," you replied, meeting his gaze evenly. "it's all in the details, y'know?"
matsukawa, from behind his sunglasses, finally spoke, his voice a low rumble. "dig the outfit, man. very… american psycho." he offered you his joint. "care for a hit?"
you took a drag from your drink, the potent mix burning a pleasant path down your throat. "don't mind if i do, dude." you accepted the joint, taking a slow, deep inhale, the familiar burn spreading through your lungs. you held it, then exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl around your lips. the world around you seemed to soften at the edges, the music becoming more immersive.
makki, leaning closer, his jack sparrow accent surprisingly convincing, slurred, "careful, lass. that stuff'll make ye see double. or maybe that's just the rum." he winked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
you laughed, handing the joint back to matsukawa. "i think i can handle it, captain." you took another sip of your drink, feeling the alcohol and weed starting to meld into a warm, buzzy haze. the conversation flowed easily, a mix of witty banter, exaggerated party stories, and increasingly flirtatious remarks. you found yourself drawn into their orbit, the undeniable chemistry between the five of you crackling in the air.
hours bled into each other. more drinks were consumed, more joints passed around. the crowd in the living room had thinned slightly, but a core group remained, sprawled on beanbags, couches, and the floor. the music had shifted to something a little more chill, a little more psychedelic. someone suggested a game.
"spin the bottle!" a girl with cat ears shrieked, her voice slightly slurred.
a collective groan went through the group, but it was quickly overridden by a chorus of "why not?" and "let's do it!"
a large, empty liquor bottle was produced, its label long since peeled off. the group formed a loose circle on the floor, you finding yourself nestled between makki and oikawa, with iwaizumi across from you and matsukawa a little further down. the air was thick with anticipation, the scent of cannabis and cheap perfume mingling with something undeniably primal.
the first few rounds were innocuous. a kiss on the cheek, a silly dare. the bottle spun, landed on a guy, then a girl, then back again. laughter, groans, and the occasional awkward peck. the alcohol and weed had lowered inhibitions, making everyone more daring, more open.
then, it was the cat-eared girl's turn again. she giggled, giving the bottle a hefty flick. it spun, a blur of glass and potential, slowly losing momentum. your eyes followed it, a strange sense of inevitability settling over you. it wobbled, teetered, and then, with a soft clink, came to a complete stop.
the neck pointed directly at you.
a hush fell over the group, followed by a ripple of excited whispers. all eyes were on you, then on the cat-eared girl. her grin widened, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"alright, y/n," she slurred, her voice laced with playful challenge. "truth or dare?"
you met her gaze, a slow smile spreading across your lips. "dare." you weren't one to back down from a challenge, especially not tonight.
she giggled, then leaned forward, her eyes darting between you and the four seijoh seniors. a slow, wicked grin spread across her face. "i dare you…" she began, drawing out the words for dramatic effect, "to fuck with all four of them. tonight. right here." she gestured grandly at the four men surrounding you.
a collective gasp went through the group, followed by hoots and whistles. your heart hammered in your chest, a thrill of adrenaline shooting through you. you glanced at the four men. iwaizumi's eyes were sharp, assessing, a faint flush on his cheeks. oikawa's playful smirk had transformed into something darker, more intense, his gaze fixed on you like a predator. matsukawa had pushed his sunglasses up, his eyes wide and unblinking, a look of genuine surprise mixed with something else, something hungry. makki, still leaning close, had a wolfish grin, his eyes practically gleaming in the dim light.
you took a slow sip of your drink, letting the moment hang in the air. the dare was audacious, scandalous, precisely the kind of thing that would become legend. and you? you were exactly the kind of girl to accept it.
you lowered your cup, your eyes sweeping over each of them, a slow, confident smile gracing your lips. "well, boys," you purred, your voice low and husky, "looks like you just won the lottery."
the living room erupted. the cat-eared girl shrieked in delight, high-fiving her friends. the other partygoers started chanting, "do it! do it! do it!"
oikawa was the first to move, his hand snaking around your waist, pulling you closer until your hips brushed against his. his eyes, usually so full of playful mischief, were now burning with an unadulterated desire. "oh, darling," he whispered, his breath warm against your ear, "you have no idea how long i've been waiting for a dare like this."
iwaizumi pushed himself off the wall, his gaze never leaving yours. the intensity in his eyes was almost palpable. matsukawa slowly took off his sunglasses, his eyes now fully visible, dark and smoldering. makki chuckled, a low, guttural sound, his hand finding your thigh and giving it a possessive squeeze.
you felt a surge of power, an exhilarating rush of control. you were the center of attention, the object of their collective desire, and you were ready to play.
"alright, party's over, folks!" iwaizumi's voice boomed, cutting through the noise. "show's about to begin, and it's a private viewing." his tone left no room for argument. slowly, reluctantly, the other partygoers began to disperse, some still glancing over their shoulders, whispering excitedly. the cat-eared girl gave you a thumbs-up and a triumphant grin before being herded out by her friends.
soon, the living room was empty save for the five of you. the music still played, but it felt like a distant hum, the real soundtrack now the thumping of your heart and the heavy breathing of the men around you. the air was thick with anticipation, a raw, sexual tension that was almost suffocating.
oikawa pulled you to your feet, his hands never leaving your waist. he spun you around gently, his eyes devouring every inch of your costume. "so, patrick bateman," he murmured, his voice a low growl, "ready to unleash your inner psycho?"
you met his gaze, a playful challenge in your eyes. "are you ready to be my victim, ken?"
he chuckled, a dark, throaty sound. "i've been dying to be your victim." he pulled you closer still, his body pressing against yours.
and then his lips were on yours.
it was a kiss that was both sweet and savage, a slow burn that quickly ignited into a raging fire. his lips were soft, yet demanding, tasting of alcohol and desire. his tongue traced the seam of your lips, asking for entry, and you readily granted it. his tongue danced with yours, a sensual tango that left you breathless. his hands moved from your waist, tracing the curve of your spine, pulling you even tighter against him until there was no space left between your bodies.
as oikawa deepened the kiss, his fingers deftly unbuttoned the top buttons of your white dress shirt, sliding inside to caress the soft skin of your cleavage. you whimpered softly into his mouth, your hands tangling in his blonde wig, pulling gently.
then, his fingers, long and elegant, slipped under the hem of your mini skirt, brushing against your bare thigh. a shiver ran through you. he trailed his fingers higher, teasing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, making you arch into his touch. his thumb brushed against the lace of your panties, sending a jolt of pure arousal straight to your core.
"you're already so wet for me, aren't you, doll?" he whispered against your lips, his voice husky with desire.
you could only nod, your breath catching in your throat as his fingers found your clit, circling it gently through the fabric. your hips instinctively bucked against his hand. he chuckled, a low, satisfied sound, and then, with a practiced ease, he slipped his fingers under the lace, parting your folds and sinking into your slick heat.
a gasp escaped your lips as his fingers began to work their magic. he knew exactly where to touch, how to stroke, how to tease. one finger, then two, plunged inside you, stretching you, filling you with an exquisite pressure. his thumb continued to circle your clit, drawing out whimpers and moans that you couldn't suppress.
"fuck, you feel incredible," he breathed against your neck, his lips trailing hot kisses along your jawline. "so tight, so wet. just like i imagined."
you clutched at his pink denim vest, your nails digging into the fabric as he picked up the pace, his fingers moving in and out, teasing your sweet spot with every thrust. your legs began to tremble, your hips grinding against his hand, desperate for more.
the other three watched, their eyes burning with hunger. iwaizumi's jaw was clenched, his eyes dark with desire. matsukawa had shed his bathrobe, standing in just a t-shirt and boxers, his erection clearly visible. makki was leaning forward, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his hand subtly stroking his growing bulge.
"look at her," oikawa whispered, pulling his lips from your neck just enough for you to hear, his eyes still locked with yours, "so beautiful, so responsive... you're making me so fucking hard, darling." he pushed his fingers deeper, hitting a spot that sent shivers down your spine. your back arched, your head falling back, a guttural moan escaping your lips.
"more… please… more…" you panted, your voice barely a whisper.
he grinned, a wicked, triumphant glint in his eyes. "as you wish, my love." he intensified his rhythm, his fingers moving faster, deeper, his thumb relentlessly teasing your clit. your vision blurred, your body tightening, sensations overwhelming your senses. you were on the brink, teetering on the edge of a precipice.
just as you felt the first tremors of an orgasm building, he pulled his fingers out, leaving you gasping, desperate, and utterly undone.
"no!" you cried out, your voice raw with frustration.
he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "patience, darling. we're just getting started." he looked at iwaizumi, a silent communication passing between them. "i think it's tyler's turn to clean up my mess."
iwaizumi, his eyes still blazing with unfulfilled desire, strode forward, his red leather jacket rustling. he pushed oikawa aside, his strong hands taking your waist. he lowered you to the floor, guiding you to sit on the edge of the large, plush rug. you were still panting, your body humming with unreleased tension.
he knelt before you, his gaze locked on your eyes, a silent question passing between you. you nodded, your breath catching in your throat. he gently pushed your mini skirt higher, revealing your wet, swollen pussy. the sight of it, glistening and exposed, made you gasp.
his eyes devoured you, a primal hunger in their depths. he leaned forward, darting his tongue out to taste the very essence of you. a shiver ran through your entire body as his hot, wet tongue made contact with your clit.
"fuck," you moaned, your hands fisting in his dark hair, pulling him closer.
he began to lap at you, his tongue tracing patterns, swirling around your clit, dipping into your folds, sucking gently. the sensation was exquisite, driving you insane. you arched your back, pressing yourself against his mouth, desperate for more. his lips were soft, yet firm, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure. he ate you with a fierce intensity, his breath hot against your sensitive skin.
"god, haji," you gasped, using the familiar nickname, "you're so good at this."
he groaned, a low, guttural sound from deep in his throat, his tongue never breaking rhythm. he sucked harder, his lips pulling at your clit, making you writhe with pleasure. your legs trembled uncontrollably, your fingers digging into his scalp. you were close, so incredibly close.
"you're so wet, baby," he mumbled against your pussy, his voice muffled but undeniably hot. "so fucking delicious."
with a final, powerful suck, he sent you over the edge. your body convulsed, a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure washing over you. you cried out, a loud, uninhibited moan that echoed in the suddenly silent room. your orgasm was intense, a full-body tremor that left you weak and breathless, your muscles spasming.
he pulled away slightly, his face smeared with your juices, a triumphant glint in his eyes. "that was just the warm-up, princess." he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, tasting of you.
but he wasn't done.
as you lie there, still quivering from your first climax, he went back to work. his tongue was relentless, his lips sucking, teasing, devouring you once more. your body, still hypersensitive from the first orgasm, responded instantly. another wave of pleasure built, faster and even more intense than the last. you were a mess of gasps and whimpers, your body arching, your fingers gripping his hair with desperate urgency.
"cum f'me again, baby," he rasped, his voice rough with desire. "let me taste every drop."
and you did. with a final, earth-shattering moan, you came again, a torrent of pleasure that left you breathless and utterly spent. your body was still shaking, your breath coming in ragged gasps.
as iwaizumi continued to lap up your juices, a new presence knelt beside you. makki, still in his jack sparrow costume, but now with his shirt unbuttoned, his chest exposed. he took your hand, pulling you gently until you were propped up on your elbows, your legs still spread open for iwaizumi.
"now, lass," makki murmured, his eyes twinkling with mischief, "captain jack sparrow needs his treasure." he pushed a hand through your hair, guiding your head towards his crotch.
you looked up at him, your eyes still hazy with pleasure, and then down at his prominent bulge, straining against his trousers. you grinned, a wicked glint in your eyes. "aye, captain."
he grinned back, unbucling his belt and freeing himself for you.
you took him into your mouth, his scent filling your senses. he was already hard, thick and throbbing. your lips closed around him, your tongue swirling around the tip, tasting him. he groaned, a deep, satisfied sound. you began to suck, slow at first, then with more confidence, your tongue tracing the length of him, your throat working to accommodate his size.
makki gasped, his fingers tangling in your hair, guiding your head, setting the pace. "fuck, that's good, pretty. you're a natural."
as you continued to give makki a messy blowjob, iwaizumi remained between your legs, his tongue still teasing your clit, ensuring you stayed on the edge of arousal. the combination was intoxicating, a sensory overload that made your mind swim. you could feel makki growing harder in your mouth, his hips starting to thrust gently.
"take it all," he panted, his voice ragged. "take all of me."
you bobbed your head, your throat working, taking him deeper, trying to swallow as much of him as you could. your lips were slick with his pre-cum, your cheeks bulging with his thickness. you could hear his gasps, his groans, feel the tremors running through his body.
suddenly, he pulled back slightly, his eyes wide with urgency. "i'm gonna cum, babe! all over you!"
you looked up at him, a mischievous grin on your face, and then back down at his shaft. "do it, captain," you whispered, your voice husky. "cum all over me."
with a final, desperate groan, makki spilled his load, a hot, thick gush that erupted from him, coating your face, your chin, and cascading down onto your already glistening breasts. you watched, mesmerized, as his cum streamed down your skin, mingling with your sweat. he shuddered, his body shaking, his eyes rolling back in his head.
"fuck," he breathed, his voice hoarse, "that was incredible." he pulled you up, pressing a cum-smeared kiss to your lips, tasting of his own release. "you're a goddess, lass."
you licked your lips, tasting him, a primal satisfaction settling deep within you. you were covered in cum, glistening and proud.
then, matsukawa stepped forward, his bathrobe now completely discarded, leaving him in just his boxers, which were stretched taut around his impressive erection. he stood over you, a dominant presence, his eyes dark and intense.
"my turn, bateman" he rumbled, his voice low and commanding. "and i like it rough."
he reached down, his strong hands gripping your waist, and turned you around, pushing you onto your hands and knees. your ass was now perfectly presented, your wet pussy still glistening from iwaizumi's ministrations. you glanced back at him, a thrill of anticipation shooting through you.
he ripped off his boxers, revealing a thick, dark shaft that made your breath catch in your throat. it was big, very big, and throbbing with a life of its own.
"ready, princess?" he whispered, his voice a low growl.
you nodded, your ass wiggling slightly in anticipation.
he knelt behind you, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you back against his hard cock. the tip brushed against your wet folds, sending shivers through you. he took a deep breath, and then, with a powerful thrust, he pushed inside you.
a gasp tore from your throat as he filled you, stretching you to your limits. he was thick, incredibly thick, and you felt him push deep, deep inside, filling you completely. your body arched, your fingers digging into the rug, trying to brace yourself against the overwhelming sensation.
"fuck, you're tight," he groaned, his voice raw with pleasure. "so fuckin' tight around me."
he began to thrust, slow and deep at first, then picking up the pace, each stroke pushing him deeper, making you gasp and moan. his hips pounded against your ass, a rhythmic beat that matched the thumping of your heart. he pulled your hair, making you arch your neck, exposing your throat.
"that's it, baby," he panted, his breath hot against your ear. "let me hear you scream for me."
you did. you screamed, you moaned, you whimpered, lost in the raw, primal pleasure he was delivering. he spanked your ass, a sharp sting that quickly turned into a delicious throb, making you buck your hips even harder against him.
"you're so good at this, baby," he praised, his voice rough with lust. "such a perfect little slut for me." smack. "love that ass." smack. "love how you take me."
he pulled your hair harder, tilting your head back, exposing your neck to the other three, who were now watching, their eyes wide with hunger, their hands already moving to their own burgeoning erections.
"look at her, boys," matsukawa grunted, his voice thick with passion. "she's built for this. a fuckin' goddess." he pounded into you, his thrusts powerful and relentless. you were being fucked senseless, your mind a haze of pleasure and sensation.
you felt the familiar tightening in your core, the build-up of another orgasm. "i'm gonna cum!" you screamed, your voice hoarse.
"yeah? cum for me then, princess," he roared, his thrusts becoming even more frantic. "cum on my cock!"
with a final, earth-shattering thrust, he sent you spiraling into another intense climax. you screamed his name, your body convulsing around his thick cock. he groaned, his own release building rapidly.
"fuck!" he cried out, his body tensing, "i'm cumming, baby! so deep inside you!"
he emptied himself inside you, a hot, thick gush that filled you completely, making you gasp. he shuddered, collapsing against your back, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "god, you're amazing." he pulled out slowly, his cum dripping from your pussy, mingling with your own juices.
you panted, your body trembling, feeling utterly spent and incredibly satisfied.
but the night was far from over.
as matsukawa pulled out, you felt two new presences behind you. oikawa and iwaizumi. you were still on your hands and knees, your ass still in the air, wet and glistening.
oikawa laid down beside you on the plush rug, pulling you on top of him, his face flushed with desire, his eyes burning with an almost manic intensity. "my turn, darling," he purred, his voice low and seductive. he reached between your legs, his fingers finding your slick pussy, still dripping with matsukawa's cum. he guided his hard, throbbing cock to your entrance.
at the same time, iwaizumi positioned himself behind you, his own thick erection pressing against your ass. you instinctively tensed, a thrill of fear and excitement shooting through you.
"easy, baby," iwaizumi murmured, his voice rough but reassuring. "just relax for me."
oikawa pushed into you first, his cock sliding into your pussy, stretching you, filling the space matsukawa had just vacated. you gasped, your body already so sensitive, so full. he was long and thick, and he filled you completely.
then, you felt a gentle pressure against your ass. iwaizumi, with a slow, deliberate push, began to enter your other hole. a sharp sting, quickly followed by a stretching sensation, made you cry out.
"shh, baby," oikawa whispered, his lips against your ear, his hips beginning to thrust. "just breathe. you can take it."
iwaizumi continued to push, slowly, inch by agonizing inch, until his thick cock was fully buried in your ass. you whimpered, your body trembling, a strange mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure washing over you.
two hard cocks, filling both your holes, stretching you to your absolute limit. oikawa thrusting into your pussy from below, his movements slow and deliberate, while iwaizumi pounded into your ass from behind, his rhythm a steady, powerful beat.
mattsun and makki watched, their eyes wide, their hands already working furiously on their own dicks, jacking off to the spectacle before them. their grunts and moans mingled with your own, creating a symphony of raw, uninhibited lust.
oikawa began to whisper dirty things in your ear, his voice husky with desire. "you're so good, darling. so incredibly tight. i can feel every inch of you." he picked up his pace, his hips grinding against yours. "look at her, taking both of us like a pro! such a greedy little slut."
iwaizumi, his face pressed against your back, grunted with each thrust. "fuckin' incredible," he gasped. "so tight, so hot. i could stay in here forever." he pulled your hair gently, his hips pounding into your ass, driving you forward onto oikawa's cock.
you were a mess of sensations, your body screaming with pleasure, your mind completely overwhelmed. you could feel oikawa's cock sliding in and out of your pussy, hitting your g-spot with every thrust, while iwaizumi's thick cock stretched your ass to its limit, filling you with an almost unbearable pressure.
you were crying out, a continuous stream of moans and gasps, your body bucking and grinding against both of them. matsukawa and hanamaki were a blur in your peripheral vision, their hands moving faster, their faces contorted in pleasure.
"cum for me, darling!" oikawa urged, his voice thick with lust. "cum on my cock!"
"let it all go, baby!" iwaizumi roared, his thrusts becoming even more powerful.
you felt it building again, a tidal wave of pure ecstasy. your muscles tightened, your body convulsed, and you screamed, a raw, primal sound as you came yet again, your pussy clenching around oikawa's cock, your asshole spasming around iwaizumi's.
they both groaned, their bodies tensing, their own releases building rapidly.
"i'm cumming!" oikawa cried out, his body shuddering as he emptied himself deep inside your pussy, filling you with his hot, thick cum.
almost simultaneously, iwaizumi let out a guttural roar, his body convulsing as he shot his load deep inside your ass, filling you to the brim.
you collapsed, spent and utterly sated, your body trembling, still impaled by both of them. their bodies shuddered against yours, their breath coming in ragged gasps. mattsun and makki groaned, their own orgasms erupting, their cum splashing onto the floor and their own hands.
the room was silent save for the heavy breathing and the distant thrum of music. you lie there, pinned between two powerful men, filled with their cum, your body tingling with the aftershocks of multiple orgasms. you were a glorious, cum-covered mess, and you felt utterly, completely alive.
oikawa pulled out slowly, then iwaizumi, leaving you slick and glistening, your holes gaping slightly. you rolled onto your back, looking up at the four men who stood over you, their bodies covered in sweat and their own come, their eyes burning with a mixture of satisfaction and adoration.
"holy fuck," mattsun breathed, his voice hoarse. "you're a fucking legend."
makki, his eyes wide, just shook his head in awe. "never seen anything like it, lass. never."
oikawa knelt beside you, his hand gently stroking your cheek, wiping away a smear of cum. "my beautiful, insatiable girl," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "you truly are a wet dream."
you grinned, a triumphant, satisfied smile. you were covered in cum, your body aching in the best possible way.
iwaizumi, still breathing heavily, just looked at you, a slow, appreciative smile spreading across his face.
"best damn halloween party ever."
i am SO late this time helppppp so sorry about that! but i rlly hope you guys enjoyed it, cuz i did (a lot) while writing this one :) unlike all the other (song-inspired) one-shots i've written, this is the only one where the song came later and only as inspo for the title (cuz it's a terrible song, i feel miserable listening to it), so i'm not even attaching the link lol if you wanna listen (which i don't recommend), search for 4 big guys by digbar
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