fairyyyyy big hunky meian having a younger gf and ppl thinking she doesn’t get dicked down often, just because he’s older. they think maybe at most once a week, but in reality they fuck like bunnies all the time <3 you just feel so empty without his fat cock inside one of your holes, meian can’t have his baby upset!his stamina is 4/5 after all! the jackals hate going over to their house because every single time meian’s balls deep in his perfect little girlfriend. it doesn’t matter if they showed up on time to hang out, if meian wants to get his dick wet he will get his wish. ∩^ω^∩
i feel like i honestly ascended with this one,, it just,, hit something so primal in me, something so truly desperate my soul left my body and flew towards the light. the thing is too, this is absolutely true and meian doesn’t take very kindly to those kinds of rumors. He takes care of his baby more than well enough,, and also true, MSBY has walked in on you two fucking so much. Morning, afternoon, out drinking? doesn’t matter, he’ll be in your guts ꒰˘̩̩̩⌣˘̩̩̩๑꒱♡
tw semi-public, daddy kink, size kink, lil degradation
There’s a hand on your head as he keeps you in place, looking through the mirror at your reflection as he hisses, arching your back a bit more. Your hips propped up onto the sink and your one hand planted against the mirror as he slaps the head of his cock against your slicking pussy again, ignoring your pout when he takes another second to slip his boxers down his legs entirely. “Stop looking at me like that, angel.” Voice dropping low as he pushes your legs apart more with a knee and presses a kiss to your temple. “I’ll fuck you when I want, how I want.”
“You always want to,” you mumble though, moaning when he yanks your head back a bit and the sting only makes you wetter. “Daddy, please. Need you, need your fat cock inside. Hurry up please, I’m ready, I’m ready.” You shake your hips onto him, before you push back a little against his hold to feel the drooling head of his cock rub over your clit, but it’s still not enough. You whine when you catch his eyes in the reflection, then reach back to pull at the shirt he didn’t take off, watching as he pumps his cock in his slicked up fist a few more times. “Please stuff me full! I can take it.”
“I know.” When he does actually push in, you’re not sure whether to thank him for only having had you before you got ready because your slick pussy lets him push in a couple inches right off the bat, stretching you open so wide your eyes roll back. ‘Oh’ is all you manage to say when he pushes in more, one hand dropping your face to grab at your hips and slowly pull your cunny back onto him. It’s always a ridiculously tight fit. “Only because you can’t go half a day without whining for daddy’s cock. Walking around stretched and full of cum like that, my filthy baby. “ When he reaches the end of you you know he still has more to go, but you bite your lip and shake your head at him.
Your grip is so tight on the sink by now you’re scared it’ll shatter under your hands. You mumble a slurred sentence, and he chuckles as he reaches down to grab your tits, squeezing and pulling enough to leave you going towards the edge fast. Bottomed out and letting you adjust, he leans into you. “You’re really just my little cock sleeve.” As he starts pulling out you suddenly dig your nails into him, pushing yourself back onto him with trembling legs when he pushes up against your cervix from the ruthless position. If you do say something, the pressure between your legs and the surging heat is all you notice, but Meian must understand you because he hums. “It’s okay baby, cum on this fat cock. It’s all yours.”
“Ah, ah, ah!” He only rocks his hips back and forth the tiniest bit into your gushing, clenching pussy, sneaking an arm below you to rub and flick your clit. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck, gonna-” And before you know it you’re coming around him again for the nth time today, walls gripping so tight he groans and pulls out more to give you a few proper thrusts through your orgasm that make you jerk forward each thrust. “Hng, h- thank y- haaa, daddy! Holy fuck, feels- s’good!” You barely get time to think when a voice calls your name from the other side of the door, knocking with a hard fist.
“Is that you?” Atsumu asks, and you can’t even think of an answer when the man between your legs pushes in all the way again and makes you see stars, biting your bottom lip hard enough to make permanent indents. “Are you good?” Meian grunts softly as he lifts one of your knees onto the sink though, now really setting rhythm as his cock fucks you open and wet slaps fill the room. After another second of silence on the other side of the door, one you ruin by moaning when he rolls your nipple between his fingers and watches you push yourself back for his touch too. “Oh— are ya getting fucked again?! God damnit, I gotta use the toilet!”
The smacking only gets louder when his balls and skin pound into yours, your forehead dropping to the mirror. And it seems impossible, but you can feel it building yet again. “We’ll be—” you try, only to slap a hand over your mouth when a string of moans falls out.
“She’s trying to say we’ll be out in a bit. Now go away so I can fuck my girlfriend how she deserves.”
imagine meian asking you to cockwarm him while he's having dinner with his teammates, but he's rubbing your pretty lil' clit so harshly bc he wants everyone to see that you're a slut for his monster cock 🤲🏻
i imagined, i saw the light, i want to lay down and curl up in a ball now because this isn’t currently happening to me and i’m not happy about it ( Ĭ ^ Ĭ ) but i hope you enjoy bby, thank you for the thirst ♡
Your tears are blurring your vision, Meian’s cock enough to have your breath shallow and sliding so much deeper inside with each breath that you have to grip the edge of the table for support. “You like having this big cock stuffing that greedy pussy, dont’cha?” You can’t see them through your shaky vision, eyes refusing to focus on any of the guys around the table, only able to feel as his warm body presses up against you and has you a dripping, shaking mess. “Like being a little cockslut in front of everyone.”
But you know what is happening if the wet clicks are anything to go by, cocks being stroked to the sight of you, and soft swears blurring into the background when he laves open mouth kisses along your cheek and neck. “Shugo,” you manage to whisper though your gasps, “please fuck me, can’t take it anymore. I’ve- ah- been good, so please make me cum on your cock. Mhm— want them to see who -ah, ah, who I belong to.” You know what it does to him when you get wordy like that, but you can’t help it. Having to sit still on his cock is near impossible.
“Wanna cum in front of the guys that bad you can’t even control yourself, hah? We’re in public,” he mocks, and though you’re in a separate room that much is true. The table in front’s been cleared though, and now it’s only you and the fat cock snug inside you that’s holding everyone’s attention. “Wanna be treated like a little whore then?”
“Yes, yes,” you instantly coo, rolling your ass into his lap and squeezing around him. He grunts, before reaching up and grabbing a fistful of hair at the base of your skull. “Ah, Shugo, s’good, so— hng, big.”
“Come on Captain,” you think it’s Atsumu who mumbles it, but you’re too lost to notice. Or care. “Why are’ya teasin’ her?” You moan when he pulls out a few inches to slam back inside to fill you right back up, pushing against that spot so well it has you seeing stars. As if you hadn’t been close the entire fifteen minutes where he’d been working his cock into you without them knowing. Now you just want to cum, eagerly pushing back on him.
“Fuckin’ — fine,” he says, “watch my pretty cockwhore take it so well.”
Your mouth is cracked open when he pushes the head of his cock snuggly against your cervix, bumping it and having you shaking in his lap. And though it hurts, you can’t help but whine for more, twisting your hips back and arching your back. It’s adorable, and he tells you as much as he kisses along your jaw before grabbing your thigh to help you back up and down on him. Fat cock twitching when you slide back down, heat of his body against yours and all the eyes on you leaving you a sticky, aching mess. “Oh f-yes, thank you,” you mewl.
He smiles when you bend forward for him, giving more access to your dripping slit and the pretty way you suck him in, sliding back inside your heat. Even though your dripping down his cock and balls, it’s still a tight fit, taking him always leaving you a bit sore by sheer size. But you’re happy to spread your legs more for him, twitching when the rough pads of his fingers glide into the mess and collect your slick to bring it back up to your clit. “Feel good, doll?” You nod your head wildly when he tugs your hair, curving so prettily and sitting back down on his cock over and over with each of his thrusts.
His one hand rubbing your clit hard and fast, circling the bud a few times and then rubbing over it without end. With the giant length driving your narrow walls open, your tongue drops out, spit collecting on it and making a mess of you and the table. “You’re taking me so well, baby, so nice and wet. Y’like being watched like this, hm? Like being fucked so good in front of everyone?
The tight grip on your head doesn’t leave, but you’re too fucked out to give a response through the tears that run down your cheeks and the choked moans. Each time his huge cock pushes up against your womb you lose yourself a little more, eyes rolling back at the feeling of being split so wide. Wet slaps each time your skin meets his, being fucked open so well.
He pushes you down more after a second, leveling your chest with the cold table and standing up so he can properly fuck into you, growling your name. “Tell them how much you like having them stroke their cocks to you, come on.” The demand is almost lost on you with the heat swelling between your legs, orgasm so close you can taste it. But with the ruthless thrusts into your little pussy going so hard and fast, face squished against the table, you wildly nod anyway.
He leans over you more, gripping your hip so tight and hauling one leg up and resting it in front of Sakusa, who’s glistening cock is so red and hard it must hurt. You can barely see anything through your tears except the dark eyes aimed right at you and the way your pretty face is wet with drool and tears and sweat. Meian grunts as he spanks your ass, firm enough to have you squeaking out a swear at the sting. “I want them to remember your voice each time they cum, and how you’re all mine. Fuckin’ say it.”
“Love it, loveit— s-so much!” you cry, “love having your team watch us! Holy fuck, you feel so g-goo—d.” Your voice grows even more pinched and desperate when his hand slips under you to rub his middle finger over your puffy nub until you’re squirming in his hold, so painfully close. “Oh, fuck. Oh fuck! Gon- na— gonna cum, gonna cum, please don’t stop. God, please. Pleasepleaseplease.”
There’s more noise in the room, groans and grunts and the distinct sound of cocks being pumped into their fists, but you can’t pay attention to any of that when Meian fucks straight into that spot again each time he fills you, making you hold your breath.
Your vision blurs as your eyes cross, gripping for any kind of hold on the table as your knees lock and the muscles in your thighs strain so hard it hurts. “Aaah— haa Shugo,” you choke out, before biting your bottom lip with your head kept down. You come around the huge cock still thrusting in and out of you with soft, fucked out moans before he grips your hips so tight they’ll definitely bruise, and pounds into you even harder. You ignore the pain in favour of letting him use your spent body to cum too, before pulling you back down into his lap despite the sting of overstimulation so he can keep you close.
It’s only when you regain more awareness that you notice everyone’s already cum, and that the knocking at the door grows louder. “They’re here with the drinks,” Adriah says after a moment of hesitation, glancing between the room and the door with a huge flush on his handsome face. But Meian just wraps his arms around you to keep you nice in place around his cock, and nods.
Thinking about MSBY and how they most likely have really dedicated fans and groupies and what a joy it would be to be right in front in the stands, wearing Meian’s spare jersey and cheering for them :(( and when they throwing the signed balls he motions for you to catch it but you shake your head because you’ve got plenty of signed things of his at home.
When you refuse to catch it he’ll throw it to the crowd with his smile just a tiny bit off because he’s trying not to frown. So instead he’ll come to hop over the barricades and pull you into him to kiss you so deep and long like no one’s watching. Even when security is ushering him back to the court he keeps smiling at you all proudly, because he’ll never let anyone forget you’re his.
Same with his team. They won’t ever forget who owns you, because Meian makes it his mission to have you crying out his name in the showers, fully aware that the entire team is walking in and out of their own stalls. He’ll have you marked up top to bottom wherever you two go and pulled into his side at all times with a little curl of his lips. He’ll make out with you in the changing rooms right after the match when he’s still sweaty and a bit blissed out, rocking your hips gently on his crotch.
He tells Sakusa to lock up instead of him for once before picking you up and dragging you to the nearest empty room. So maybe he abuses the fact that he’s got the keys for every place of the gym a tiny bit, but you really can’t complain when he fucks you over the barricades of the national training facility where you always stand to cheer for him, making sure that you’ll think about it any time you stand in that spot.
Osamu is the reasonable one, you like to think, as you’re dragged behind him with his long fingers wrapped around your small wrist. He was the one standing up for you when Tsumu would get fed up and throw a fit as kids. And he’d egg him on for sure, but at least the tension wasn’t directed to you. You grandmother’s house barely knew rest with those two constantly demanding your attention. Osamu is safer, most of the time, but he’s also much harder to read. “Where are we going, Samu?” you pout, “I’m going to miss my train if you don’t hurry up.”
His grey eyes meet yours as he turns over his shoulder, but then he’s already leading you down the stairs, further and further away. “C’mon, Tsumu begged ya. Ya can’t leave ‘im hangin’.” You pass other passengers, hauling your suitcase behind with a sigh. If you miss your train you’ll never forgive the blond, even if he is family. Hell, you’ll never forgive Osamu either, just for going along with it.
“Why can’t you just tell me?” you try again, but then he stops walking and shoves open a staff door, letting you in. You barely make it a few steps inside before you’re pushed, tripping. “Aw, what the hell, Samu!”
“Yeah, Samu,” another voice pipes up, “gotta be careful.” Atsumu is standing cross-armed, while the heavy door drops closed behind you and leaves the three of you in the pitch black. You shuffle back, but you can feel Osamu towering over you from your spot on the floor.
The tiles are cold, much like your mood now. Your eyes adjust to the dark enough to show Tsumu closing in on you, dropping into a squat to tilt his head. He smiles. Even in the lack of light, it’s too bright, too— wide. It’s angry and vicious, and you suddenly feel too small between your two cousins.
“Guys, what are-” you start, pushing yourself from your butt, only to have Osamu’s hands on your shoulders, keeping you in place.
“Yanno, it’s strange,” Atsumu cuts in, fiddling with his belt. The clicks of the metal and your strained breath is the only sound for a moment. “Yer no liar, yet—”
“Ya weren’t gonna go tellin’ us yer leavin’?” Osamu’s grip gets tighter as Atsumu pulls out his belt, grabbing onto your chin with his free hand. And he slides the belt around your neck, when you start struggling against them. You kick at his leg, but Samu is quick to wrap his long arms around you and keep you in place, and Atsumu darts forward with a feral grin on his lips, yanking you closer.
“Stop, let go,” you whisper, eyes going wide when Tsumu crawls close and pins you in place against Samu, who whispers soft praises into your skin, but you’re more focused on the other twin. He pulls the belt tight, hovers his mouth over yours.
“S’yer fault for makin’ us do this.” He grabs hold of your hands with one of his, and grips them so tight it hurts. “Samu, hurry yer ass.” Osamu lets you go, zipping down and shuffling closer to you. He grabs a fistfull of hair when you open your mouth again and yanks back so you’re forced to rest your head on his shoulder.
“She’s missing ‘er train anyway, Tsumu. Take yer time.”
