Kiyoomi was known for his stubbornness and long fits of pouting holding strong on a point he’d made, but the situation ended hours ago, you thought you’d apologized enough, why was he still being so cruel.
“Kiyoomi, you can’t be serious-“
“I want you to stay on your side of the bed.”
“I can’t sleep without you holding me!”
“You bit me six times today, fuck off!”
Okay. In his defense, Kiyoomi did warn you. He knew you liked to… well… bite, it was something you did to convey your cute aggression (you bit him in place of dogs and babies because you can’t bite them, and that’s the only reason he made this conclusion.)
But in your defense, he’s just so pretty! He’s so handsome while doing the most mundane things, like folding the laundry or flicking through channels on the tv, which were each times you got him today; but it seemed like the final straw was in the shower.
“You came in, asked me for a fucking hug while I was showering, I let you get undressed and come into my. shower. And you bit me in the ribs!” He lifts up his shirt to reveal the left side of his ribs, which look so pretty butterflied out as he stretches, the bite mark settling pink on his smooth, pale skin- “you’re literally going to do it again! I see that feral look in your eye!”
You pout and paw at him as he pulls his shirt down, “I won’t do it again tonight!”
“‘Tonight’,” he scoffs.
“You’re just so yummy, so handsome so perfect so pretty-“
“I’m not Atsumu, you can’t sway me with cute words.”
“Pleaaaaase!” You whine, ignoring his wishes and crawling on top of him. He’s groaning in annoyed agony, but not making any moves to actually still your body. “Let me cuddle you.”
“I don’t want you to cuddle me,” he grumbles, grabbing a pillow to shove between your face and his. You gently nudge it away with your nose, and he groans in defeat. Despite his facade, his arm is keeping you tight to him, still just as comforting and protective as he always could do.
He sighs, “if I feel one fucking gnasher on me, I swear to god.”
“No biting,” you agree, burying your face into his neck. It doesn’t take long, however, for you to start mouthing at his neck, and he groans out in faux agony and lets his arms drop from holding you.
“I’m gonna cry,” he whines around some soft snickers, one of his massive hands coming up to scrub his face. You laugh too, trying your best to nudge him to have his arms around you. “I’m so annoyed at you right now, I just want to sleep. Go away you freak.”
Snorting, you plant a few kisses of truce on his chin and jawline, “you’re literally so dramatic, shut up. You love me and you know it.” Just as a reminder of that, you softly bite at his jawline, relishing in the way he grumbles out but doesn’t make a move to shove you away.
Kiyoomi sighs as he finally lowers his hand, the glare he sends you is weak and shrouded in amusement. “I do,” he mumbles, one of his hands moving to settle on your lower back, his thumb stroking the dimples softly. “And I’ve never forgiven myself for that.”
He’s constantly hovering over his little boy, there’s no where in sight that the newborn is, that he isn’t right behind him.
And it’s good, that way. Rin’s always been able to keep his infant calm and from screaming, something he teases he’s also good at when it comes to you (he puts a fake pout on his face when you give him a playful smack on the back of his head), and in turn, you’re able to handle your domestics with minimal hassle. Rintaro loves his son, he’s so good with him and he’s so good at soothing him before he’s able to cry too much.
But then Rintaro goes back to practice. And you’re finally thrusted into your very own seventh circle.
You’re convinced your new little boy hates you. Clean and simple. The way he screams and cries is absolutely nothing short of constant, no matter the circumstance.
You put him down for a nap, he’s screaming, you try to feed him, he’s refusing to nurse, in the rare instance he does stop crying and you sit down on the couch, he wails once more, and you feel your sanity slip.
You’d cry yourself, if you had the time and mental strength. If you had time to think about it, you’d feel hurt at the idea that your infant likes Rin so much more than you, that he’s the only one who can soothe the baby and you’re the one he’s stuck with at home.
Lucky, for the both of you.
After the absolutely grueling day, you finally manage to make him stop crying, just in time for Rintaro to come home to the two of you- both exhausted and in shambles and covered in poop, but to you none the less.
He smiles the minute his eyes lay on your disheveled form, shrugging off his duffel bag making his way towards you. “Hey momma bear,” he hums, reaching out to hug you. “How’s my beautiful, sexy-“
“Back off,” you snap, watching Rin’s hand fly back as if you’ve bit him. “Your son just projectile shat on me, and I’m not in the mood for your flirts.”
You glare at your husband as he fights, with all his might, to not cackle at your tense words. “I-I’m sorry, he what?”
“I was changing him,” you snarl, your whipping the pack of baby wipes at him. “And I thought he had to fart, but instead, he fucking shit himself. Everywhere.”
Sharp eyes follow down the stain at the edge of your shirt, forcing back a snort once again with a grin, “everywhere?”
“Everywhere,” you growl. “And Rin, so help me God if you laugh I’m filing for divorce-“
“Hey hey, come on now,” he says softly, wrapping an arm around you. Despite not wanting to be touched, you can’t deny how good it feels to be back in his arms. “No need to throw around the ‘d-word,’ you know I was going to laugh regardless of what you say.”
“Asshole,” you growl, but any facade of true anger melts into one of tears, and Rin pulls away slightly to look at you in concern. “… he hates me, Rin.”
“No he doesn’t,” he promises, shushing you softly. “He adores you, you know that.”
“He won’t stop crying,” you wail. “And he wouldn’t eat, he wouldn’t sleep, I haven’t peed for nine hours, for gods sake he shit on me-“
“And that’s because he’s two months old, baby,” Rin says, kissing your pounding temple. “He’ll do that. For a pretty long time. That’s what babies do. They’re not really picky with that, they kinda hate everyone.”
“He doesn’t do that with you-“
Rin chuckles, “you just don’t happen to see it. You’re out and about being super mom, all I can do is hold the fort until you get home. And you don’t see the chaos he can cause, yeah?” When you say nothing, Rin nudges his nose against you. “He loves you, babe. He just doesn’t know it yet. And that’s okay.”
He plants a kiss to your head, his warm hand settling on your belly to rub soothing circles in- carefully avoiding the poop stain- and when he finally feels you melt against him, he smiles encouragingly and guides you back into the bedroom where your son lays on his back in the middle of the bed.
“Hey, lil’ dude,” he hums, laying on his side next to the baby, while you blink in exhaustion. “You makin’ mommy crazy?”
“Yes,” you whine, laying on the other side of the baby boy, who grunts and smacks his lips up at his father. Your eyes close in a feeble attempt to ward off the migraine that’s forming, but when you hear a soft “I’ve taught you well,” followed soon by a “pound it,” you scowl up at your husband, whose fist is balled and ready for a fist bump. But even you can’t fight the chuckle that breathes through your nose when a tiny, mitten clad hand knocks against Rintaro’s, an excited “yesss,” easing past your husband’s lips.
Green, sharpened eyes flick over to you, and he offers you a loving smile before re-lifting his fist to you and mouthing another “pound it,” directed at you this time. Your smile falls to a frown, and you whine an exasperated “no,” before pinching the bridge of your nose with your fingers. Instantly, a noise of distress comes from your son, and Suna clicks his tongue, “babe you’re making him upset, we need to pound it!”
Reluctantly, you lift your fist to bump against Rin’s, and he sighs happily as he looks down at your son, “and that’s how you were made, little man.”
You scowl and smack his hand, a playful “ow,” falling out of Rin’s mouth. You watch the hand you’d smacked rub soothing circles on your baby’s belly, his lips pressing small kisses against his chubby cheeks.
“Well, I’m proud that you are making mommy crazy,” he begins, resting his head against the bed to lay his forehead against his son, almost as if he’s recharging.
He’s so sweet and domestic, always helping you blow dry your hair and helping with your skin care . His nimble fingers gently combing your hair , untangling the knots and massaging your hair . He’s not so sweet anymore when he accidentally tugs a lock of your hair too hard and he hears the prettiest moan from you . He can’t stop himself when he pulls you into one of the hottest make out session that resulted in your hair being all messy and tangled again . Guess he would just have to help you untangle it again .
An: THIS ISNT DONE BUT I DECIDED TO POST THIS BECAUSE MY ACC IS SO DRY HELP ( idk what is this but again I don’t proof read my works 💀 I rly should tho JFHHSS anyways I hope you guys have a great day ahead )
He would be the kind of guy that was still in love with his first love and married you purely out of convineince-sake because you were his best friend . What he didn’t know is that he is that you loved him , so much it hurts . You knew you were nothing more but his best friend but he married you and had a kid with you . It must mean something right ?
Day after day , though you knew his heart was with another. You tolerated it . You knew the kiss on the cheek he gave you everyday after getting off work didn’t mean anything more to him and he was just fufiling his husband duties. You knew , he would check other girls out trying to scour for his first love when your family of three was out in town . You knew he didn’t see you as a wife , person or a woman , just as his obedient best friend cum personal maid .
He was pushing you to your limit. You weren’t his maid , you didn’t deserve this pain. You really has hoped that this marriage would work out , for you , for him , for your child. You had hoped your child would grow up with a complete family with a loving pair of parents . You hoped your son would not have to suffer like you . So you tried , you knew he did not love you but you tried , you really did . You hoped he would love you someday and accept that his first love was not coming back to him.
You were his bestfriend , you know him inside and out . You and him both now he can’t hold his liqour for the life of him . Both of you knew he could get drunk from a glass of beer . So why ? why did he go and get drunk with his besfriend ? Was something bothering him ? Is he alright ? Is there trouble with work ? Those were the questions that plagued you mind when you were walking to the cafe his best friend owned .It did not help that it was raining so heavily that night too . Thank god your son was sleeping over at your moms place .
You hoped he wasn’t super drunk . That would be bad .
“ what’s so great about marriage , it’s nothing more than an obligation two people fill because of the circumstances. There’s nothing great about it . It’s fake and tiring . Marriage is tiring “ you hear him lament loudly from inside . Dropping the umbrella and getting drenched in the rain was the last thing on your mind as your heart broke into millions of tiny pieces.
Bf!kiyoomi x reader; very much.. thots inducing domestic drabble, mostly funny because I like crack, THE JOKE CRACK NOT THE ACTUAL KIND, no pronouns used, very neutral except 'good girl' used at the end of the drabble; tw: cursing, ‼16+‼, again,,, VERY SUGGESTIV do not read if under 16, respect my wishes.; wc: 700+ (yes i wrote a drabble, yes I'm proud i was within the limits of 1K)
a/n: please spare me children don't read it, those over 18 tho.... *twirls my hair* heeeyyyyyy 😻 also kept thinking abt ale while i wrote this, bae if you're reading this.... i will not improve my typos <3
"You have my name saved as oni.”
Nodding your head, you move and kiyoomi slips in next to you on the sofa, looking at your phone’s screen, "Yes, I’m aware."
Your boyfriend side-eyes you as a grin stretches your face, “What is all that about?”
“What?” Turning your body towards him, you grin even wider with a shrug to accompany it which makes him narrow his eyes even more. You doubt he can see with the way he’s squinting at you but it doesn’t matter to kiyoomi, he loves to play along with your antics.
“Don’t tell me—” his face full of suspicion is replaced by a smug look with a smirk creeping up his lips before he utters the most atrocious words to ever leave his mouth, “— was it a typo and you just didn’t notice?”
Your jaw drops with the way he’s insulting you right now— sure you make typos here and there— but is he insinuating that you haven’t noticed the blunder for the past 3 years? How insulting.
You scoff, “As I said, oni, I am well aware of what I have typed.”
“Yeah and what exactly does it mean?”
Oh.
So, he’s straight up being a dick now.
Your boyfriend doesn’t let you reply— instead, he adds to his previous statement with a raised eyebrow “It means ‘demon’, if you didn’t know?”
Wow.
Kiyoomi notices the way your lip twitch disturbs the worst deadpan expression you’ve ever thrown his way and despite the absolute annoyance you have displayed on your face, he can’t help but want to get on your nerves even more. It’s about time he turns the tables around.
You let out a short chuckle in amusement and somewhere in kiyoomi’s brains all the sirens go off at the same time.
“Oh, baby, my cute, adorable oni.” You put your phone on the side table and slide across the sofa, draping your arms around his neck as you slip into his lap, “Perhaps, cute and adorable aren’t the right words, if you know what I mean..”
“Huh.” A doubtful look settles on his face as if he’s calculating all your moves. His face is acting defensive but his body accepts you as he adjusts his position, wrapping his arms around your middle and pulling you closer.
“Let me elaborate, my dearest boyfriend.” You reduce the distance between your faces as kiyoomi quips in between with a grumble ‘only boyfriend.’.
You smile as you get comfortable by cupping your boyfriend’s face for the show that is about to unravel in front of your eyes,
“I fully know that ‘oni’ means,” Your eyes drift down once as you utter the last blow, “monster.”
Without quite moving your head, you peer back up at him and you can see the gears turning in his head. What follows is possibly the best reaction you have pulled out of kiyoomi for the past 3 years— a blushing, embarrassed sakusa kiyoomi.
The skin underneath your fingertips heats up as blood roars in kiyoomi’s ears, crawling up his neck, ears to his face. Your grip on his face tightens to prevent him from hiding his face and you hook your feet under his thigh to lock him in the current position as he groans about how ‘you’re so insufferable’ and something along the lines of ‘you need to get your head out of the gutter’ to which you happily reply with a persistent “I thought you wanted to know the truth, omi? Oh sorry, should I say ‘oni’?”
“You need to shut up.” He groans as he stuffs his face in the crook of your neck, pulling you tightly against his body, leaving no space for even an atom to fit.
You smile deviously at his words, “Why don’t you shu- ouch!” but you’re interrupted by kiyoomi’s hand leaving a sting on your ass which you’re sure will develop a mark, sooner or later.
Your boyfriend grunts,“You’re a fucking menace. Now c’mon—”
Now the gears click in your brain as he lifts you up.
“Omi, it’s nearly 11 o'clock in the night, please-”
“Oh, I’m omi now? I thought it was ‘oni’?”
Your wide eyes and begging only adds fuel to the fire you lit inside him, “Baby, omi- I have work tomorrow, please-”
“Well then you’ll own up to the consequences of your actions like a good fucking girl, won’t you?”
The next day, your colleagues awed as your way-too-smug boyfriend came to pick you up from work when you decided to clock out earlier than usual.
no I'm not obsessed.
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tags : gn!reader, fluff, short and sweet, suggestive, unspecified relationship, little suggestive, mentions of alcohol / drinking, small descriptions of (fake) blood, 0.5k words
okay, but hear me out: suna dressing up as a vampire for halloween. and i’m not talking the cheap classic bram stoker’s kind of vampire — though knowing him, he one hundred percent would when he’s feeling lazy or unmotivated.
no, i am talking about more like the hot but creepy kind of vampire. black clothes head to toe, maybe some smokey dark eyeshadow around his eyes to give that like tired dead look. oh, and, how could he forget the fake blood. and he doesn’t go light on, oh no, it's messy and all over his chin and halfway down his neck. if you hadn’t seen him (and suggested) mix together some corn syrup and red food dye, a tiny part of you may have thought he actually hurt himself — or, worse, someone.
if suna dressing as a vampire isn't enough, imagine him managing to rope you into a couples costume kind of thing. as much as he loved the idea of you also being a vampire, there is no way he could pass up you being his human victim. and when you step out of the bathroom with the finished ensemble — fake blood and bite mark and all — he is more than tempted to say screw the halloween party, he has much more fun plans in mind for the night.
he’s practically glued to your side the whole party, face tucked away in the crook of your shoulder. and he doesn’t even try to hide it, not that the wandering hands and constant bites at your neck are anywhere close to subtle. you do your best to ignore him and engage with everyone, but suna is far too good at making even something as simple as talking hard to do. you know what he’s scheming, that each nip at your ear and nuzzle of his nose is to slowly chip away at your resolve.
and it works, because it’s suna and the alcohol in your system has you feeling warm and the party was starting to bore anyway. so, grabbing the hand stuck to your hip, you discard your empty cup and pull him away somewhere dark and hidden from view. he doesn’t bother to tease something witty or flirty. a hand sliding up your shirt and the other tilting your head, thumb under your jaw and the veins of his hands flexed so beautifully. he uses his weight to pin you against the wall; the few drinks he downed aren’t much help for his balance.
the smudge of fake blood and puncture on your neck is licked off in favor of his own love bites. you have to dig your teeth down hard on your bottom lip to keep from drawing attention, even if you are out of sight. the gentle scrape and poke of his fangs — another part of his outfit you graciously helped with — makes your voice hiccup in your throat. his breath feels hot but the silver rings decorating each finger feel cold, an exciting contrast on your skin.
your quick pulse jumps against his lips and suna can’t help but smile to himself. “relax. we’ve barely even gotten to the fun part.”
you can't count the number of times you've heard that name in the past thirty minutes and it's really starting to bother you. you haven't been able to go from one room to the next without someone stopping you to bring up this suna figure. did you and suna come together? i didn't know you and suna were so close. oh my gosh, you and suna are the cutest! every mention of the name confuses you because 1) you have no idea who suna is and 2) what the hell does he have to do with you?
it was easy to brush off at first but the more you drank and the more his name came up, it was beginning to get a little harder to quietly sit back and ignore. after all, it's difficult to enjoy a party when every other person that passes you is asking you about some guy you don't know. so, in an attempt to save your fun, and in the holiday spirit, you decide to take on the mystery that is suna.
you quickly learn that the task is a lot easier said than done.
firstly, you aren't even sure of what you're looking for. you've never heard of this guy's name before tonight so it's a safe bet to assume that you don't know what he looks like. and on top of that, the large crowd and your tipsy state don't make your search for the elusive man any easier.
running into suna's friends seems to be much more likely than actually coming across the man himself. when you canvas the game room, you meet atsumu who tells you that suna is probably tucked away (by himself, on his phone) in a corner of the living room. you don't find him there but you do find komori who suggests peeking into the bedrooms upstairs—parties have never really been suna's thing, he tells you. the rooms that aren't locked on the second floor are vacant and with no new guide appearing to hand over a helpful clue, the last thing you can do is check the growing line for the bathroom.
shocker—he isn't there either.
after this wild goose chase that has yielded absolutely nothing, you're beginning to think that everyone at this party came together to play an elaborate prank on you. suna must be a ghost or not exist at all because it's impossible to have not found him after looking for so long. you've never considered yourself to be a quitter, but it's starting to sound like a pretty tempting title as you sit at the counter in the mostly empty kitchen sipping from your solo cup.
maybe i should just give up, you think.
yes, it'll be annoying to spend the rest of halloween as the package deal to some random dude but as soon as you come to the realization that he's probably putting up with the same strange treatment, you think it can't be that bad—at least there's someone to share your suffering with. the thought is meant to be reassuring but it only makes you want to find this guy even more. though, at this point, it would take a miracle from an angel for you to run into him before the night is over.
"there's my angel." the unfamiliar voice (and the seemingly telepathic abilities of its host) causes you to stiffen before you regain your composure and turn around to see who's addressing you. if the descriptions you got from atsumu and komori were accurate, this has to be suna. there are plenty of guys on campus with dark hair but you doubt any of them have eyes similar to the gray-yellow ones currently staring you down.
you're about to ask if he's the suna you've been hearing about all night when you get a look at what he's wearing. atop his thick strands of dark hair sits a headband with red curved horns and you can just barely see a matching pointed tail sticking out from the waistband of his pants. he's even spinning a trident lazily in his hand. it's only then that you realize why he called you angel; you're decked out in white with a pair of wings attached to your back and a fluffy halo hovering over your head. you click your tongue, "you've gotta be fucking kidding me."
"woah," he raises his hands in mock surrender, a smirk pulling at his lips, "this angel has quite the potty mouth."
the furrow in your brow deepens with his remark which only makes suna's grin widen. he has to admit, the unwarranted assumptions of his "new relationship" he'd been hearing about all night piqued his curiosity. he couldn't have imagined the reason everyone kept approaching him with questions and their congratulations was that the two of you wore an accidental couple's costume. suna finds the fiasco and your reaction to it hilarious. you, on the other hand, aren't as entertained.
in fact, you're a little irked that you wasted a chunk of your night away because someone just so happened to wear a costume that complimented yours. if you had been a little less inebriated, you would have apologized for your uncalled-for outburst and tried to enjoy the rest of the party but the swimming feeling in your head brought on by the punch you've had a little too much of has other plans.
you swallow down the remaining contents of your cup, licking your lips to collect the sticky liquid that lingers. your eyes find suna's before you ask him, "where have you been? i was starting to think you weren't real."
"around," he replies with a shrug and then smiles upon seeing the way your lips part in annoyance at his answer—or lack-there-of. he clears his throat to keep the laugh bubbling up from spilling out. there's a wobbly smile plastered on his face as he continues, "it was kinda funny, watching you roam around looking for me."
you're beginning to question whether or not the horns and tail attached to suna really are fake because he truly is devious. "you chose a fitting costume."
"thank you," he says despite your statement not being a compliment. he purses his lips in deep thought, spinning the triton in his hand. "you're not really living up to your angelic image, though. are you sure you dressed appropriately?"
that, you can't help but laugh at. in all honestly, you think that this exchange would have been a lot more pleasant on your end if you had run into suna earlier—before you started drinking, before people made the connection that you two were matching, before he had time to play that game of cat and mouse with you.
you have a feeling you might regret this decision tomorrow when you're sober, but after putting so much time and effort into finding him, it wouldn't make sense not to give suna a chance to get to know you. for the first time since you've seen him, you smile at suna. "stick around and you'll find out."
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⌈✘⌋- cw: MDNI! unprotected sex, threesome, double penetration, anal play/penetration, using spit as lube (</3), cum play/eating, mentions of overstimulation, praise, creampie
⌈✘⌋- wc: 3.8k (will i ever write anything under 3k fml)
⌈✘⌋- summary: A dark room with a luminescent ceiling replicating the night sky, paired with the full moon itself. Sneaking around is impossible as each step you take is heard by the dangerous werewolf that’s stalking around. But he’s on the hunt for more than you would think. Be weary.
a/n: happy halloween!! i hope you enjoy this fic hehe im posting this and running away !!! <3 if they seem ooc… no they aren’t. just roll with it idk <//3 i haven’t written for them before !! O:
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A howl pierces through the air as soon as you step into the next room. It looks like it was trying to replicate a hazy graveyard in the midst of a forest. The air was thicker in here, thanks to the dry ice flowing over everything. A chill ran up your spine, the room felt 10x colder here than anywhere else.
Taking a few steps forward, a batch of fake bats zoom past you, the rush filling your ears as you almost jump out of your skin. The eerie music playing seeps into your nerves, fraying them at the seams more and more each second.
There were two people up ahead in between the trees, tangled up with each other. As you got closer, it was clear it was two men pressed up against each other, the one with lighter hair had his lips pressed against the other's neck. Part of you felt like you were intruding but the other part had no shame.
“‘Tsumu- We don’t have time for this. She’s going to be here soon.” One of them said. The other just laughs and continues what he was doing. “W-wait. I think she’s here. Get off of me.”
The man pushes the other off before slipping behind the trees and out of sight. The other one in question quickly looks around before his gaze fixated on you. He was still covered in the artificial darkness but easily made his way over; each step oozing confidence as he saunters towards you.
“My my, are ya lost little lamb? Why, I could just eat ya up.” He drawls on with each step.
The closer he got, the more you realize how built he was. His shirt was hanging open like someone had ripped it earlier – the top two buttons were torn right off, exposing the expanse of his chest. The pants he had on were turned into cut off short, gripping around his meaty thighs for dear life. It was incredible that they were still intact.
“i’m not lost.” you pout, taking a small step back as he keeps making his way to you. You stop as your back hits one of the trees in the room with him now towering over you.
“Ya sure ‘bout that?” he smiled down at you. The moment you eyes met his were you reminded of what had just happened in the other room. They looked almost identical, save for the hair and the fact that this guy had a different attitude than the other.
“Wait-”
“Ya know, I had a real problem with Samu getting to ya first.” Chills ran up your spine as he stepped closer into your personal space, his large hand grabbing onto yours before he pulled you even closer. “But I guess the best for last.”
His lips crash into yours, effectively pinning you up against the faux tree as he swiftly dug his thigh between your legs. in an instant, all your senses were full of him. It felt like he was touching you everywhere but at the same time, it wasn’t enough. There was too much of a barrier in between you two and it needed to get out of the way.
He pulls against his shirt roughly, ripping the rest of the shreds off of him, leaving him bare. Your hands glide over his chest before wrapping themselves around his back. His lips graze over your neck — leaving a soft kiss, moving down to give your collarbone the same treatment.
“Best for last? You do realize this is only the third room, Miya.” A monotone voice broke the silence, causing you to jolt away from ‘miya’. But his hold only tightens around you, pulling your body close against his warm chest.
“I thought ya ran off on us, didn’t think you’d be up for it.” He smirks, nudging his nose against your cheek as if he was claiming you.
“And miss out on this? Don’t be stupid.” He steps closer, the shadow lifting off his face as he comes into the light. “Or is that too hard for you to do?”
He’s beautiful – breathtaking even. His dark eyes met yours with a small smirk, taking you in just as you took him in. The twin moles on his forehead were delicately kissed by the artificial moonlight. His glossy, curly locks covered part of his face. Every inch of his body was made of muscle that was held in the mesh black shirt he wore. Even though it was dark, you could still see through it and drool over each defined muscle.
“Yer an ass.”
“Just shut up and keep going.” He steps into your space, tucking his finger under your chin. “Hopefully the brute isn’t bothering you too much.”
“He’s not.” Nerves fill your stomach as his gaze sets almost too intensely onto you. His almost black eyes seem like they were piercing under your skin, already figuring out different ways he could ruin you. The look of a starved man who was about to devour a feast.
“Good. Can I kiss you?” He asks sweetly, like he wasn’t just undressing you with his eyes. He seemed so well-put together but there was something else there that was lying under the surface, just dying to break free. You nod and within the next second, his lips are taking over yours. His tongue glides against your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth. You moan around his tongue, causing Miya to squirm behind you.
“Oi.” He barks out, roughly pulling you away from the vampire. “Don’t hog her, Omi.”
“Don’t hesitate then.” You purr up at him, catching him off guard. His face melts back into the smug smile he was wearing earlier as he pulls you back in for a kiss. Omi let Miya have his way for a moment, directing his attention to your plush thighs. He trailed his finger up your leg, taking in your reactions as you moaned into Miya’s mouth.
“Better start prepping her, Miya.” His hand smoothes over your ass, effectively flipping your skirt up. His pinky brushes over your puckered hole, sending chills up your spine. As if he was waiting for your permission, he briefly pauses before whispering. “This okay?”
“Yes, just go slow.”
“Don’t worry angel, I'll help ya feel good while he preps you.” Miya said, swiftly getting down onto his knees before putting his face right in front of your cunt. He starts lapping at your clit like a man starved, swirling his tongue over every spot he can reach. Meanwhile, Omi stayed behind you, pressing himself up against the tree to steady him and you.
“Open your mouth.” He orders, his voice gruff. You immediately complied, opening your mouth as he slipped two fingers in. “Get them nice and wet for me, alright?”
“Always so bossy.” Miya mutters, taking a short break from devouring you. He winks up at the pair of you before getting back to more important matters. Each vigorous drag of his tongue had you leaning back against Omi, sucking on his fingers like your life depended on it.
He leans in closer, his artificial fangs dragging along the expanse of your neck. Even though they were fake, they still pressed into your skin deliciously, eliciting chills all over your body. He removes his fingers with a pop as Miya continues playing with your clit. Your hips had a mind of their own as they start to grind against his face. You were quickly losing control – but you hardly cared.
Omi takes his other hand and spreads the globes of your ass for better access. Right as your body tenses from the small action, Miya slips a thick finger into your cunt. You mewl out, his fingers already feeling so good inside of you. It only made you more eager for the rest of him.
Omi’s finger poked at your puckered hole, slowly sliding into you. His movements were direct, concise but also cautious enough for it not to be too fast for you. He didn’t want you to be uncomfortable so he eases his finger in slowly. The stretch was strange but the more he filled up the space, the more you craved.
“Already taking me so well.” He purrs lowly in your ear, kissing down along your neck. “Such a good girl for us, right Atsumu?”
“Ya taste so delicious too. I could be down ‘ere all night and be happy.” Atsumu agrees, pulling apart from your clit for a moment just to answer. He gives you another wink before going back to devouring you. You grip onto his surprisingly silky hair as he has his way with you. Each drag of his tongue more determined than the last.
Omi starts moving his finger, stretching you out more. The sting of pain mixed with the overwhelming pleasure Atsumu was feeding you was making your head dizzy.
“Ready for another one?” Omi asks sweetly. Atsumu peeks up during his ministrations, his darkening eyes making direct contact with yours, almost more eager for your response than Omi.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” He pushes, his finger teasingly trailing along your entrance.
“Yes please.” You whine, pushing your hips back against him.
“Good girl.” He chuckles, sliding his next finger in. The grip on Atsumus' hair tightened, sending a moan directly into your cunt. Your back arches off of Omi as you feel your core start to tighten up, effectively taking his fingers in deeper. He stretched you out as Atsumu pulled away. A whine slipped past your lips and all he could do was offer his smug smile.
“I can't wait anymore— ‘need to be in ya.” Atsumu said, getting up to fish his achingly hard cock out of his pants. He didn’t even give you a chance to fully look at it before you felt the thick length slip between your thighs, rubbing itself against your slick folds. You let out a gasp that was easily consumed by Atsumu, his lips overpowering yours as Omi continued his onslaught.
“Ready f’me angel?” He spoke against your lips. All you could do was nod. “Can’t hear ya, need ya to tell me. Just noddin’ and grindin’ on my cock isn’t enough. Gotta know ya really want it.”
Omi lets a chuckle out from under his breath as he slips a third finger in, muttering something about how much of a tease Atsumu can be.
“Please ‘Tsumu-” The nickname you heard earlier slipped out. Little did you know it was one of his weaknesses. He didn’t bother responding, his head was dizzy with your sweet cries. He pushes in, his cock bullying its way all the way for his tip to lightly kiss your cervix. You grip into his biceps, leaving little half-crescent moons in its place.
“So tight–” he pauses for a moment as he feels you suffocating him between your warm walls. He rests his forehead against yours for a moment, trying to collect himself. “Omi, ya gotta hurry up, gotta fuck her right now. I don’t think I can wait.”
“Patience, Miya. Have a little self-control.” He chastises, flicking his wrist in all the right ways as he continues to stretch you out. You swore he was made for this, each motion had you clenching around him, and Atsumu.
“Ya slip into her little pussy and try to have self control.” He mumbles with a pout, moving his hips forward. You weren’t even sure if he was aware he was doing it – he just felt too lost in the way your walls hugged him so tightly. As Atsumu starts to hump against you, Omi slipped his fingers out of you and started to unzip his pants.
Atsumu hips move a little faster, picking up the speed as he lets out a vulgar groan when he feels you squeeze his cock. Omi’s cock lays along your backside, and your eyes widen in surprise. From the feeling alone, you could tell it was big – really big.
“Darling – relax.” Omi cooes in your ear as his fat, mushroomed tip presses against your entrance. How the hell was something that big going to fit inside of you? As if he could read your mind, he reassures you. “Don’t worry, it’ll fit.”
Atsumu reluctantly slows down to a stop, keeping his cock in place as Omi prepares to push into you. The pair were being extra reassuring, placing featherlike kisses all over you as you tried to grind back onto Omi, more than ready to take him on.
“Omi-” you mewl out. In a flash, his mouth ghosts the edge of your ear, breathing out a soft chuckle against your skin as he roughly pushes the rest of himself in. A broken moan slips past your lips as your fingernails dig further into Atsumu’s biceps.
“It’s Kiyoomi.” He murmures, stealing a quick nip from your earlobe. Heat rushes to your face as his hand slides all the way up from your arms to your shoulders before he loops his fingers around your throat. He pulls you closer into him from his hold on your neck so you’re leaning back onto him as he slowly starts to move his hips.
The stretch was incredible, you had never felt so full than you did now but you still craved more. As if Atsumu could read your mind, he slipped two of his fingers into your mouth. Your tongue swirl around them. Atsumu lets out a low groan at the sight as he shoves them further down until you’re happily gagging on them. He immediately moved them so he could capture your lips with his, absolutely intoxicated by how good you feel around him. His cock brushes against Kiyoomi’s, separated only by the thinnest barrier. Everything was setting him off and he needed to release all the pent up energy he was holding in.
“Takin’ yer time Omi? Or are ya just tryin’ not to bust already. It’s okay if it’s too much for ya, I can take care of her from ‘ere.” Atsumu teases as his thrusts start to pick up speed. Similar to his brother, the more lost in the feeling he got, the thicker his accent got. Omi quickly shot him a glare before he roughly grips onto your hips, pushing you back into him as he starts to drive his hips against yours.
“Just easing her into it.” He said, his thrusts moving in time with Atsumu’s. “Wasn’t trying to ruin her – but if you insist.”
“Hah– I can feel ya omi,” Atsumu lets out a gasp, “God, yer cunt just keeps suckin’ me back in. Tell me how ya feel sweetheart – how good we’re makin’ ya feel.”
“So good-” you mewl out, trying to ground yourself by piercing your fingers into Atsumu’s biceps.
“Yeah? C’mon, tell me more.” He pushes, driving into you harder as you try to collect yourself. Everytime to try to open your mouth, more moans spill out. “Need ya to say it.”
“So full, can feel both your cocks so” you hiccup, “so deep.”
“She’s so damn tight.” Kiyoomi says, reaching over your head to give Atsumu a searing kiss. You could hear their tongues swirling together and it only made you want them more. You reach up to join in, the two eagerly accepting you as you take part in the three-way kiss. Everything was so messy, you weren’t sure who’s spit was whose but it didn’t matter. The three of you were getting lost in each other and all you could do was ride the high.
Their hands grab at different parts of your body as they drill into you. Atsumu was constantly moving, never staying in the same place for long. But Kiyoomi had his hands nestled onto your hips, trying to push as deeply as he could into you as he kept your skirt lifted up above his grip.
Atsumu savord the feeling of how your cunt fluttered and tightened around him, trying to coax him into an early release. But he’d be damned if he finished before you or Kiyoomi. He snakes his hand down to play with your clit. Not one to be one-upped, Omi follows suit and reaches his hand down as well. You let out a choked moan as the two wrestle their fingers over your clit. They find a decent rhythm that drives you all the way to your high.
“‘M gonna cum.” you choke out, holding onto anything you could get your hands on. You settle for grabbing onto Atsumu’s bicep while your other hand reaches around to pull at Omi’s hair, eliciting a deep groan from the ravenette.
“Then cum for us,” Omi cooes, sinking his teeth in the junction between your neck and shoulder.
“Yeah c’mon angel, show us how good we’re makin’ ya feel. Wanna hear how sweet ya sound when ya cum all over our cocks.” Atsumu’s words have you tumbling over the edge as elongated, saachirene mewls fall from between your lips.
Atsumu's pace slows down a little bit as he watches you come undone over his cock, relishing in the sensation of you clamping down on him with all your might as you reach a blissed out harmony. Omi on the other hand, didn’t relent. It only spurred him on when you came, allowing him to chase the high he desperately sought.
The grip on your hips tightened to the point where you knew there would be bruises in its place tomorrow, but you couldn’t care. Overstimulation started to set in as your eyes threatened to spill tears you didn’t even know were lingering along your lashes. Atsumu hurried his pace along, eager to reach his high as well.
Kiyoomi was the first to cum with a beautiful groan as he quickly slips his cock out to release all over your lower back. You can feel his arm quickly moving behind you, no doubt as he furiously fucked his hand through his orgasm. He graces your shoulder with a small kiss of gratitude before leaning his head back against the tree he was still pushed up against.
Atsumu followed shortly after, but with much less grace. He pulls your body impossibly close, not even bothering to pull out as he spills into you, loud moans filling your dizzying mind. His lips flew all over your neck and shoulders, kissing every inch of you he could as he slowed his hips to a stop.
“You weren’t supposed to cum inside of her, idiot.” Kiyoomi gave Atsumu a disapproving look.
“Well, yer the vampire. Can’t ya just suck it out of her?” He smirks. “Otherwise we’ll both get in trouble.”
“I swear you’re going to be the death of me, Miya.”
“What a hell of a way to go though, right?” He wiggles his eyebrows over at you and you suppress the urge to giggle. Kiyoomi turns his attention back onto you before stepping closer into your space.
“Ignore him and just focus on me. I’ll take good care of you.” His voice tickling your ear before he slowly starts kissing down your body, taking his time with each soft touch. Kiyoomi drops to his knees, eagerly situating himself between your thighs before he bit a small mark into your inner thigh, smoothing it over with a messy kiss. You let out a slight gasp, causing his eyes to flit up to yours.
“Kiyoomi please-” You whine out, trying not to rub your thighs together. He keeps them spread apart as his tongue trails up your thigh, collecting any cum that was already flowing out of you.
He dug his nose against your clit before lapping against your folds, taking in everything that Atsumu left behind. He did it in a fashion that felt like he was used to cleaning up after him – that he had a nasty habit of fixing Atsumu’s mistakes. Once he slightly sucked against your clit, you felt your high start to overpower your senses. You latch your fingers into his thick curls, tugging on them slightly as he moans directly into your cunt.
Each slow drag of his tongue against you had your head spinning. He was eating you out like his life depended on it, getting every last drop of Atsumu’s cum. Your eyes flicker up to Atsumu who was staring at Kiyoomi’s handiwork with an intense gaze. His eyes met yours a moment later, watching you unravel against his friend’s tongue.
As if it wasn’t enough, he threw one of your legs over his shoulder, trying to drown in your essence. One hand was firmly grasping your ass while the other was gripping the top of the thigh of the leg tossed over his shoulders. You could hardly get a word out, the only thing leaving your mouth were broken moans and low whimpers. It only drove him to give you more, to try and pull out every kind of noise he could get from you.
“That’s it, show him how good he’s makin’ ya feel.” Atsumu encourages you as your head hits the back of the tree. Everything was building up so quickly, your second orgasm threatening to snap with each flick of his talented tongue. “He gets off on that.”
Kiyoomi hummed in approval, vibrations being sent through your cunt and directly up your spine. Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the feeling, digging your fingers further into his beautiful hair. One last swipe of his tongue over your clit was all it took to push you over the edge. He didn’t bother relenting as you release over his face, crying out into the void as blinding pleasure took over. Atsumu quickly silenced you with his lips, consuming your sweet sounds, feeding off of them as if it was his lifeline..
They both pull back at the same time as you pant heavily. Kiyoomi rises up, your release evident all over his mouth and lower jaw. Atsumu notices it too, quickly taking action as he grabs him by the back of the head.
“I wanna taste too.” He said, pulling him in for a deep kiss. You watch as the two have their way with one another. They pull apart, focusing all of their attention back onto you.
“You were divine.” Kiyoomi said, kissing your cheek as he helps adjust your dress. Atsumu smiles as he kisses your other cheek.
“Agreed. But I think we agree that the werewolf fucks better than the vampire, right?” He smirks over at Kiyoomi who just rolls his eyes.
“Ignore him. No need to answer as we all know the truth here.” He easily replies, putting his fake fangs back in his mouth. Atsumu gave him a pout before turning back to you, waiting for your approval.
“I’d say it was about even. But maybe we can test it out another time.” You suggest, fixing your hair as you start making your way to the next room. “But only if you can find me, of course.”
The two can only watch as you walk off, each of them already planning on what they’d like to do to you the next time they see you.
HELPP i just realised all my works are always littered with some kind of grammatical error because I always don’t proof read it 😿😿 sorry about that guys 😭🫶🏻
“You look so pretty, finally trapped against me. What’s the matter? Your face is flushing, baby. Am I making you nervo-”
“God, fuck, just fuck me already! ‘Ve been wanting you for so fucking long, stop making me wait! I want it, wan’ it s’bad, give it to me. Please.”
It was a blur, fast and rushed, but fuck did it feel good. Your bodies were crammed into the small space- janitors closet, bathroom stall, dark corner of an alleyway - that didn’t matter. All that mattered was getting inside you— feeling you. He’d go slower later, make love to you in the confines of his bedroom, he decided. But for now, fuck, for now he needed you and his head was spinning because you wanted him just as bad. Your hands were clutching and gripping any part of his body you could, nails digging bright red lines in the skin that made his stomach churn pleasantly. You were loud. Moans and whimpers and slurred cries of please and faster and love you, y’r s’fuckin good t’me. His body trembled at the last one, hips fucking into you faster and faster until his legs felt like they were about to give out. His cum dripped out onto the floor, making him growl and shove it back in, and it was only then he noticed the slight red tint of the slick coating your skin.
“I- oh god, you were a virgin?! I was so rough with you! W-why didn’t you tell me?! Do you feel okay? Does it hurt?”
“Feel good. Feels s’good. M’so full of y’r cum…want more. Pretty please?”
“Fuck. Anything for you. I’ll take care of you. Promise.”
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