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happy birthday, Yuuji!  ✧  03. 20

mattsun x makki x reader; kissing lessons

a/n: this has been in my drafts for so long, figured might as well post it haha. idk it was funny to write bc i love matsuhana & want to be besties with them so badly

“Dude, she was bawling and I only put the tip in!” Mattsun and Makki were currently exchanging stories from their oh so impressive sex lives.

“No..fucking way.” Makki’s mouth hung agape.

“Told her she could just suck my dick instead, but guess what sh...” Mattsun continued to indulge him, but you stopped listening.

You were always honored to witness the enlightening conversation that took place every time you hung out. Note the sarcasm. The only difference was, the conversations always centered around a new hookup.

You released a long and loud groan that caught their attention when you couldn’t block them out.

“You guys never shut up, do you?” You facepalmed. Their attention now shifted over to you.

“Hey, princess,” Mattsun started, “don’t get jealous we actually get action.” He slapped Makki’s chest and prompted the laughing.

You turned your head, shooting a sharp glare in their direction.

“I get action.” You barked. 

The two boys sarcastically nodded at your statement.

“Makki,” Mattsun eyed your shared best friend.

“Yeah, Mattsun?” Makki gleamed.

“Remind me the last time Y/N got some action.”

The peach-haired boy hummed for what felt like forever, running circles over his chin, pretending to think before he came to a sudden pause.

“Ahh.” Makki finally spoke. “Remember that boyfriend of hers in junior high?” He reminded him.

“Junior high!” Mattsun exclaimed at you, slapping a hand down on Makki’s shoulder. You only rolled your eyes.

“Does that even count though? They broke up after like two days.”

“Humor us, Y/N,” Your smug brute of a best friend smirked, “why did you break up after only two days?” You wanted to bite off the two digits Mattsun held in front of his face. The elbow he had on the kitchen island propped up his hand which held the weight of his big ol’ head. He was so amused, completely enjoying tormenting you.

“It’s really none of your business.” You spat. You couldn’t even call him an ex. Your body cringed at the memory of the breakup text you received from him. You weren’t bothered by his form of communication as much as you were the reason he decided to dump you after two days.

You heard Mattsun’s “Oooo” and that only meant he was going to provoke you.

“What? Did he hate the way you’d profusely sweat while holding his hand?”

You rolled your eyes even harder at him if that was possible.

“Or did he find out you were the worst kisser ever?”

Your body tensed up at those last set of words. And to your luck, it didn’t go unnoticed by thing 1 and thing 2. They also took notice of the way your hands tightened around the pillow you were holding.

“No...” Mattsun started,

“Way.” Makki finished. They looked between each other, then at you.

“W-what?” You stuttered, trying to register what they were thinking.

Only they didn’t answer you. Your two best friends only howled and broke into loud fits of laughter. You couldn’t believe you had given yourself away that easily. Stupid stupid body. Screw you, sympathetic nervous system!

You began to protest, mentioning that you were young and inexperienced, but your voice was overshadowed by the boisterous laughing. You huffed and dramatically crossed your arms and waited for them to be done laughing at your trauma. Could you even call it that? Yes, yes you could.

“Y/N probably kissed him like this.” Mattsun stuck out his tongue and messily emphasized the actions of what looked like a makeout. You turned your gaze to your second best friend.

“Maakkiii, please make him stop, puh-leaze!.” You begged him with your eyes.

Makki tried to stifle a laugh, but it was very apparent he himself was struggling very much. “Mattsun, knock it off.” He said in between laughs. Except Mattsun only continued, pretending to grope the air now. Makki’s laughter only boiled over. So much for his help.

You aggressively threw your head back into the couch, drowning your face into the pillow you held. You groaned into it. They were never going to let you live this down. Why didn’t you think to come up with a good lie, at the very least?

You were so busy groaning and scolding yourself that you hadn’t noticed Mattsun and Makki move from their spot in the kitchen until you felt the pillow on your face slowly being uncovered. You were greeted by a wide grinning Mattsun who sat to your right side. Makki sat on the other. They seemed to have collected themselves for the time being.

“Okay, I’m done.” Mattsun raised his hands in defeat. Makki nodded to confirm it was, indeed, true. You huffed air from your chest.

“We’re sure you’re a lot better now, Y/N.” Makki reassured you. And you were sure he’d be right--that’s if you hadn’t taken a vow to never kiss a guy after the day your little heart was shattered. You took your bottom lip between your teeth and chewed.

“Uh oh, Makki. Y/N’s doing that thing.” Mattsun glanced over at Makki. He shook his head disapprovingly.

“Y/N,” Makki spoke, “you only do that when you’re hiding something or when you’ve been caught red-handed. So which is it?”

“What? That’s so not tru—” You noticed the shared expression on their faces. It was one that called your bluff. “Okay, fine! I...never kissed anyone after him.” You softly whispered, eyes focused on your lap.

You heard a groan escape from Mattsun’s lips.

“Our sweet sweet innocent little Y/N. You know you could’ve just asked us for help.” He dragged a finger under your chin. You glanced up at him then at Makki.

“Yeah, we totally would’ve.”

“But y’know, It’s not too late to ask.” Mattsun spoke slowly. You glanced between him and Makki to make sure they weren’t pulling some joke on you. There was no sign of mischief.

“B-but we’re friends.” You brought to their attention. Makki only chuckled.

“And aren’t we supposed to help a friend in need?”

You hesitated but silently nodded.

“So go on, ask us.” Mattsun smirked. He couldn’t be serious...if his idea of helping was humiliation then he’s got it down. You glanced at Makki for aid, but he only mirrored Mattsun. Wow, he truly was no help today. You decided to swallow your pride.

“Could you guys,” You closed your eyes to block out their annoyingly eager expressions, “please help me?”

“How so?” Mattsun further asked. You shot your eyes open.

“MATSUKAWA ISSEI, I AM NOT GOING TO FORMALLY ASK YOU TO GIVE ME KISSING LESSONS!” You almost bit his head off. You heard Makki laughing to your left.

“I’m only teasing you, didn’t hafta pull out the full name, mom. So much for no formality.” Mattsun chuckled.

“Well, now that that’s that,” Makki clapped his hands. “how should we do this?” You had no idea, but were relieved when they began to talk amongst themselves, almost like you weren’t even there.

“Since I’m pretty well versed in this field, if I do say so myself, I think it’s only right I teach her first.” Mattsun declared.

You rolled your eyes. “We get it, Mattsun, you’re quite the bachelor.” It was Makki’s turn to chuckle.

“Well, go on, babe.” A chill ran down your spine at the new pet name Makki granted you. You felt Mattsun’s finger back under your chin. This time, he was closing the distance between your faces. He halted when your lips were only a centimeter apart.

“I’ll lead, you follow.” He whispered. You only hummed in affirmation, too flustered to say anything. Mattsun personally admired the nervousness that was written all over your face. It boosted his ego knowing it made you this uneasy to be so close to him.

You felt your breath hitch when Mattsun closed the gap between you. His lips claimed yours with warmth. You hummed into it. Mattsun softly gripped your chin, cueing you to part your lips as he had. That you did. You felt his teeth lightly bite at your bottom lip. “Pucker your lips a bit in between.” He advised you. His breath felt warm against your face. “Don’t think too much about it.” You did as he told you, matching his movements.

After a couple more times, it didn’t seem too bad. It was basically like a lip massage. You even felt your eyes flutter in pleasure. Were you supposed to like it this much, or was Mattsun really just good at this? Regardless, you didn’t care. You felt his warm hand cup your cheek, drawing you closer. You felt yourself ease up against it. 

You suddenly felt Mattsun’s teeth graze your lips. You shot your eyes open in confusion. He swiped his tongue across your lip before pulling away with a smirk.

“Not as bad as I thought. Maybe I’m just that good of a teacher.” Mattsun hyped himself. You only rolled your eyes but didn’t say anything. “Only thing, make sure to show some more lovin’. Use your hands Y/N. We don’t bite that hard.” He winked.

“I think I might throw up.” You pretended to stick a finger down your throat.

“Glad you didn’t do it before. Now, go show Makki how well I taught you.” Mattsun ushered you to Makki who seemed to be breaking out of a trance.

“Y-yeah, that didn’t look bad at all.” He complimented, raising a thumb at you both. You sheepishly smiled, drawing your body closer to his. You felt slightly more confident after their feedback.

Facing Makki, you didn’t hesitate when you took possession of his lips. And he wasn’t shy in wrapping his hand around your waist, drawing your body even closer than you already began with. He had a passionate but eager way of caressing your lips with his. It had you wanting more and before you knew it, your hands were roaming his hair, pulling his head closer. You didn’t know what compelled you, but your tongue possessed a mind of its own, finding its way into Makki’s mouth. You could feel him smirk against your lips. His tongue claimed dominance in your mouth, pulling a mewl from you.

“M-more, Makki.” You sounded breathless. He fulfilled your wishes by reconnecting your lips. You explored his mouth, running your tongue under his, inside his walls, and reaching the roof of his mouth. You felt your throat grow tighter for some reason and as if on cue, Mattsun took it upon himself to separate you and Makki.

“Sheeesh Y/N, Makki’s not going anywhere, relax.” Mattsun laughed at your eagerness. “That was a whole makeout sesh!” You turned away from Makki to take a couple deep breaths. You didn’t know if your face was heating up from the lack of oxygen, or Mattsun’s words. All the while, you threw a pillow at his face—which he dodged. You cursed years of volleyball for his quick reaction. You seriously had no idea what took over you.

“Sorry, Makki.” You mumbled, refusing to look at him.

“Don’t you mean “m-more Makki?”” Mattsun had the smuggest grin on his face. He was so impressed with himself.

If looks could kill, Mattsun would be six feet under.

You sharply rose from your seat.

“I’m going home, I’m going home, and it’s all thanks to Matsukawa!” You announced distastefully.

“It’s cool, Y/N, that was actually pretty fun.” Makki chuckled, and it only made your face heat up all over again.

“And it’s unfair for you to leave before I get my turn at that.” Mattsun lifted his eyebrows up and down, the smug grin still entertaining his face.

You simply rolled your eyes before you sank back into the couch.

no thoughts just 6'3 huge intimidating papa wakatoshi pulling up to little toshi's school wearing a cow onesie while little toshi is dressed like a farmer beating everyone in the costume party

bang chan nsfw headcanons

bang chan nsfw headcanons: 

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ik over here on Sems Diarie™️ we like to get rawed and that’s great but let’s talk about kissing 🥺 with fushiguro, I’d imagine if he and his partner were standing up he’d probably wrap his long ass arms around their waist (bonus points if they’re curvy/chubby!!), maybe lightly trail his fingers up their spine and sides lightly. OR if they’re on a bed, he’d link their fingers together and stare right in their eyes before kissing deeply. 🥺🥺🥺 I’m whoreknee for affection ok bye JDKSKSMS

oh 🥺 oh oh 🥺

please kissing is so romantic im in love-

something real pretty echoes in the background while you sit preen and dainty in megumi’s lap. blinks up at you in amazement, the way you melt under his fingers, how sometimes you shiver or jump ‘cause you’re a little ticklish. megumi devours all of it, wants you in his lap all the time. with the sun beaming through his window and the wind making you tuck yourself into him just a little closer.

runs his hands over your waist n squeezed gently every now n again. trails his fingertips up your spine. cups your face to bring you in closer. once you let him kiss you, there’s no going back for him—he’s hooked. and it’s so much more than kissing.

s’like your heart rates sync up. and your skin on his is so soft. don’t even get me started on how his eyes roll into the back of his head when you flick your tongue over his lip. making out with megumi is an act of professing love in and of itself. the way his long fingers tangle in your hair, the way he gently sways you in his lap with a big hand on your spine—it’s megumi’s way of whispering, don’t go, stay, need you, let me love you how you deserve.

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clouds.

pairing: fem!reader, gojo satoru.

genre: angst, smut.

summary: ignorance is a bliss.

cw: age gap, manipulation, violence, cursing.

wordcout: 2.7k.

you and gojo met a long time ago, through mutual friends.

one of your friends was dating one of gojo’s friends. sheer coincidence, you thought.

you two would meet often, along your friends. for some reason, you and gojo happened to be intimate friends of each friend in common, so you’d often find yourself sitting by gojo’s side while the couple chatted and kissed lovingly. gojo didn’t talk to you at first, neither did you. he was older than you, much more, and you were too intimidated by his appearance. you’d rather stay in silence then talk to him and make yourself look like a fool.

but gojo wasn’t like that - at first.

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i’ll never get over this

MINHO LITERALLY TRIED TO ASK JISUNG IF HE LIKED HIM IN A ROMANTIC WAY

minho: do you…like me but like do you like me in that way or… jisung hella confused:……what sort of way should i like you hyung? what? minho completely flustered: ahhh so….i don’t really know *awkward laughing from both of them* minho: i know it but i don’t know how to actually express it *jisung bursts into a song and minho joins*

wowwwwwww

8 Ways of Love.

– kim hongjoong

according to the ancient greeks, there are eight different types of love. here is:

･*:༅｡ the one known as mania, the obsessive love.

aka, the kind of love that can lead you to obsession, jealousy, and madness and can be toxic if not kept under control.

TW // sexual harassment. 

* italic text indicates flashback.

8 ways of love series; part ii

A not-so-healthy love story in which you reach your breaking point in your relationship, giving Hongjoong an ultimatum – to fix his toxic tendencies or to let you walk out on him forever. 

love catalyst: survival.

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synopsis: iwa’s got a little present to bring the team closer together.

starring: bokuto, hinata, suna, atsumu, ushijima, sakusa, aran, and iwaizumi.

featuring: cumplay (it’s a bukkake), oral sex (m recieving), vaginal sex, blindfolding, light bondage (hands tied), degradation, impact play, technically objectification, fem!reader, reader wears a headband and has their hair pulled but length/texture isn’t specified, reader is described as having “fat tits” and “big, wet, cow eyes”, atsumu is pretty mean, reader is iwa’s girlfriend, idk if this counts as voyeurism?...i think that covers it

director’s cut: soooo....this is for the farmhouse collab we planned ages ago. y’all wanted to see this really badly so i channeled my focus towards this! i hope it lives up to your expectations! also i simply can’t write for some characters so that’s why i just drew a handful from the team. and isnt the banner so cool???? its different from what i usually do but its so cute!! i was honestly possessed by the Spirits of Horny when i wrote this and i’m physically incapable of proofreading, so i don’t know what you should really expect here...but i hope yall like it!

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You whine as someone roughly tightens the blindfold over your eyes. You’re painfully aware of the cool air against your bare skin, the rope digging into your wrists, and the wetness that’s already beginning to coat the inside of your thighs.

Despite your excitement, you can’t believe you ever agreed to this.

Hajime had seemed stressed when he mentioned how some guys on the team just weren’t clicking well. “Old rivalries die hard,” he’d said, “and these guys are going down like a fucking boulder.”

“So give them a bonding experience! They aren’t rivals anymore. Have them do something that’ll bring them together, Haji.”

If only you’d kept your big, stupid mouth shut. If you had, maybe you wouldn’t be kneeling in the middle of a hotel suite, naked other than the little cowbell dangling from the choker on your neck and the cow-ear headband that presses against your hair.

“Here are the rules.”

The soft murmurs of the room fall silent as your boyfriend speaks, a strong sense of authority behind his voice.

“Number one: if she says her safeword, she is done. I take her home, and you all forget you ever got to see her like this.”

Someone snorts. Iwaizumi continues:

“Number two: do not aim for her hair or her eyes. She doesn’t like that, and neither do I.”

You nod in agreement, your lips pressed tightly together.

“Number three: no kissing. She’s still my girlfriend, even if she is here to do you all a favor. Are there any questions?”

A hand lazily rises into the air. In your haze of lust and anxiety, you can’t quite place the speaker.

“What is her safeword?”

“Meadow,” you say softly, speaking for the first time.

“Meadow,” Iwaizumi repeats. “Is there anything else you wanna add, baby?”

You scrunch your nose, shifting slightly as your knees dig into the silicone mat that’s been placed under your body.

“Um...please warn me, I guess. If you’re aiming for my face, I don’t wanna flinch ‘nd accidentally get it up my nose, or something. Otherwise I think Haji covered it all.”

There’s a hum of noise around the room, half of the athletes cooing at you while the other half snicker at the use of your nickname for your boyfriend.

Iwaizumi rolls his eyes.

“Alright. Then let’s get started.”

The room falls silent once again, and you can feel the eyes that drag slowly across your skin.

You shrink in on yourself, ducking your head and folding over as much as you possibly can with your wrists bound behind you.

“Aww…”

Someone approaches you with the far-too-sweet coo, his hand tilting your chin upwards. Your mind races to place his voice and, as you listen closely, you absently note the sounds of zippers sliding down around you.

“...is little calf feelin’ nervous?”

You gasp softly as you finally identify the speaker, with his lilting accent and his ever-present smirk practically audible; Atsumu Miya, the setter. You remember him well enough. You’ve seen him play with his V League team, but you’d never imagined kneeling naked before him as he and his teammates prepared to use you like a cumrag.

You shake your head, finally giving him an unnecessary answer to his question. He chuckles at you.

“You’re lyin’. Those fat tits ‘re jigglin’ from how shaky you are.”

The shuddering of your body had gone unnoticed until now, but you were suddenly aware of every small tremor in each of your limbs.

“I….no, I—”

“Shutup. We oughta gag that lyin’ mouth too.”

You feel something press against your bottom lip, and your back stiffens as the instruction slides off his tongue.

“Open.”

You obey, your lips barely parted before he presses his cock against your tongue, a groan sounding out above you. You wish you could look up at him, see if his head is tossed back the way you hope it is, but instead you focus on the feel of the dick in your mouth. A vein pulses along your tongue as it slowly slides along, threatening to tap at the back of your throat. You gag at the sensation, and the setter lets out an exasperated grunt.

“C’mon, Iwaizumi, you said she was good at sucking dick. I haven’t even done anythin’ yet and she’s already gaggin’.”

You feel Atsumu pull away, and you assume he shakes his head as he speaks based on the way his voice fluctuates in volume.

“Was gonna be nice t’her, but now I don’t feel like it.”

The slick, unmistakable sound of a hand sliding back and forth across wet skin fills your ears, and it seems to double when Atsumu cruelly grabs a fistfull of your hair and presses the head of his cock to your cheek.

“I’ll just cum on this stupid cow. Y’don’t deserve anythin’ nice, baby. Not from me, anyway.”

You feel your eyes water, but the blindfold stops any real tears from escaping. Iwaizumi, however, recognizes the familiar quiver of your bottom lip.

“Hey,” he growls, his voice full of venom, “watch the way you talk about my fucking girlfriend, Miya.”

You hear a laugh from above you, and you can feel the tip of his cock slipping away from its spot on your cheek.

“That wasn’t a rule. You never said we couldn’t talk to her any particular way.”

You hear Atsumu grunt, and you flinch as you feel something warm and wet slide slowly down your forehead. The substance slides over the blindfold and finds a home dripping off of the tip of your nose.

Atsumu sighs in obvious satisfaction, his hand coming to grip your chin and tilt your face up towards him.

“There you go, little calf. Now maybe everyone won’t feel so bad about usin’ you the way they’re meant to.”

You whimper at his implication, and he harshly snatches his hand from your chin.

“You’re done, Miya. Put your pants on and get back to your room.”

“Aw, why? You said she’s the one doin’ us a favor.”

“Yeah, and you already broke one of her rules. Get outta here.”

There’s grumbling as Atsumu zips his pants and exits the room, calling out a small “Worth it!” over his shoulder as he steps into the hallway.

You can practically hear Hajime roll his eyes. He calmly addresses the rest of the group, irritation dripping from his tongue.

“If anyone else feels brave enough to break a rule, we’re done. And everyone else will be able to blame you for not getting off tonight. Behave yourselves.”

You don’t hear anything else for a few seconds. Everyone seems surprised by the way events have unfolded so far tonight, and you don’t blame them.

Heavy footsteps move toward you, and you feel yourself tense up as a large, warm hand cups your cheek.

“Hey, relax. None of us are gonna hurt you, dollface.”

You don’t recognize the deep voice, but your brain absently registers the sloppy sound of a cock being pumped not far from your head as the hand on your face shifts, the owner’s thumb and pointer finger pressing into your cheeks until your mouth falls open. You let your tongue loll out, disregarding the drool you feel slipping from the tip of the muscle.

His strokes gain speed as your own spit drips onto your chest, painting cool, glossy streaks as it glides across your skin. His breathing is heavy, and it isn’t until he moans out a quiet fuck that you recognize his voice; it’s Aran Ojiro, the team’s outside hitter. You almost can’t believe how sweet he’s been to you as his hand tugs furiously at his cock.

“Stick that tongue out a little more...oh, that’s it. Good girl, fuck. Gonna cum on your tongue, alright? Don’t swallow, just let it drip out, y’got that sweetheart?”

You nod at him, nothing but a small whimper squeaking from your throat. You hear him moan above you, and you so desperately want to reach up and snatch off your blindfold.

“Cummin’, dollface, fuck—”

Your tongue twitches as the first thick spurt lands against it. The taste reminds you faintly of an unripe strawberry—sweet, with a lingering sour flavor just past the initial taste.

Your tongue is completely coated as the athlete groans above you, his release sliding from the surface of your tongue and dribbling over your chest and thighs.

Aran adjusts your headband and tenderly caresses your cheek before calling out to your boyfriend.

“Iwaizumi. Was the no kissing rule specific to the lips, or is there a zero tolerance rule here?”

You hear Hajime sigh, and you want to stamp your foot and demand he takes this stupid blindfold off. You want to watch each man stroke himself as he stares down at you, his glassy eyes bouncing from your tits, to your face, and back down to your sticky thighs. You want to see their faces twist as they eagerly paint your body, taking great pleasure in the act of using you as their toy. You know that all you have to do is ask, and Hajime will slip the blindfold from your head and plant a kiss between your eyes. But with a mouthful of Aran’s cum, all you can do is whine as your boyfriend grants the man permission to press a kiss to your forehead.

Cool fingers tilt your chin upwards, and you hear a sound of obvious displeasure. Someone else has approached you, and Aran has walked back to his seat while you were lost in your own thoughts.

“I would’ve preferred to go first, but Miya enjoys ruining whatever he can for me.”

A chill pricks at your spine. Kiyoomi Sakusa.

He’s quiet as he works himself over, much to your dismay. He’s so composed, so careful with his words normally—you want to hear him moan and say your name as he cums across your tits.

You whine loudly, still unable to take your tongue back into your mouth. Aran’s cum still drips slowly from the muscle, and you were instructed to let it all slide off and rest sticky against your thighs. You’d be damned if you disobeyed just to whine about a stupid blindfold.

But God, you’re so frustrated. You can’t help the way your eyes water with tears of irritation, the moisture immediately being absorbed by the fabric of the blindfold.

“What is it, honey?” Sakusa speaks to you softly, his thumb rubbing across your chin.

You shake your head, trying in some way to signal to him that the blindfold is your issue, that you want to see him. The outside hitter sighs before he calls your boyfriend over. You’d like to laugh at the irony of it all—you’re dressed like a little cow, and each man calls over your handler every time he has a question.

Iwaizumi presses his lips to your ear as he mumbles at a volume only audible to you.

“What’s the matter, baby? Talk to me.”

You swallow what’s left on your tongue, hoping Aran won’t mind that you haven’t exactly obeyed him, and turn your head towards your boyfriend’s voice.

“I want the blindfold off. I wanna see them all.”

You’re met with silence—presumably from Hajime’s surprise. He’d suggested the blindfold when you had expressed concern about tonight’s events. You were worried you would freeze up, or feel absolutely mortified at the sight of all those people staring at you. Your solution? The silky fabric he’d tied around your head.

But now, as he unties the blindfold and tosses it carelessly over his shoulder, you can’t recall why you’d agreed to it in the first place.

You blink slowly as your eyes adjust to the dimly lit room, noting the silhouettes of several men still waiting for their chance to mark you with their release.

You smile at Hajime, rising slightly on your knees to plant a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you, baby.”

He gives you a sweet smile. “Always. Have fun.”

With that, he retreats back to his point of observation, which you now see is an easy lean against the suite’s bedroom door.

You stare up at Sakusa, the same wide grin stretched across your face as your eyes meet his. He runs his thumb across your chin once again, pure lust painting all of his features.

“Are you ready now?”

You nod eagerly, subtly pressing your thighs together.

“Yeah. Wanna feel you cum on me.”

Sakusa groans, tossing his head back as he slowly finds his pace again. You eye his hand, watching the way his grip tightens every time he slides over the head of his cock.

“Tilt your head back and stick your chest out,” he groans out, pulling shallow lungfuls of air as he gazes down at you with heavy lidded eyes.

You obey him, pressing your tits together as you lean your head backwards.

“Yeah, good girl. Fuck, ‘m gonna—”

Sakusa gasps as he cums, painting thick white streaks just above your nipples. His load is the thickest so far, and you feel as if your entire chest is covered in warm cream.

His pumps come to a slow stop on his cock, and he steps away from you without another word. Before you can find the time to lament his lack of any real engagement with you, Bokuto and Hinata approach you. Both of them are already eagerly stroking themselves, their eyes drinking in the sight of your body before them in a lust-ridden haze.

“Sho, ‘m gonna cum on her thighs, what about you?”

Hinata grunts, picking up the pace as he takes an infinitesimal step closer to you.

“I dunno yet, but for now I’m gonna fuck her face.”

You’re given no time to react before the athlete places his hand on the back of your head, the tip of his cock pushing past your lips. He moans loudly, forcing your mouth further along his length without a second thought.

Your eyes dart up to his, finding them squeezed shut as he guides your head at an ever-quickening pace.

“Fuck, think I’ll cum in her mouth,” Hinata grunts, paying you no attention. Being completely ignored has you pressing your thighs together, feeling acutely aware of the sticky arousal that now has your cunt nearly glued to the material beneath your body.

But a quiet fury also licks at the inside of your chest. They’re talking about you as if you aren’t even there. You’ve been so nice to all of them, letting them coat your body in their mess, following their requests on how to position your body to their liking...and between Atsumu, Sakusa, and now Bokuto and Hinata, you’re starting to think the MSBY manager specifically gave their players a step by step guide on how to piss you off.

You meanly hollow your cheeks around Hinata’s cock, your brows knitting together in determination as his moans rise in pitch. You want him to see your face whenever he closes his eyes on a long night spent with his fist. He won’t be able to ignore you if he tries.

“Oh fuck—yeah, that’s good! I’m gonna cum for you, baby.”

Hinata pants above you, relinquishing control over your pace entirely to you as you swirl your tongue around his cock.

On the other side of you, Bokuto’s hand slows, the outside hitter completely mesmerized by the sight of your mouth on his teammate’s dick.

“Is it….good, Sho?”

“Yes, hell yeah it’s good. She’s—shit, I’m cumming, wait—”

Hinata cuts himself off with a sound that’s nothing short of a wail of pleasure, yanking your head away from him and furiously pumping his shaft as he cums messily over your collarbone.

Not a second after his junior is finished, Bokuto pushes your face towards him, an eager grin stretched across his lips as he pushes the tip of his cock against your mouth. Pre-cum paints your lips as you listen to the almost alarmingly wet sound of his hand sliding along his shaft in slow, even strokes.

“Suck on the head, baby, go on,” he instructs, his voice tight with restraint.

You adhere, tongue flicking over the tip before you wrap your lips around him, sucking harshly at the swollen pink skin.

Bokuto all but yells at the sensation, unintentionally bucking into your mouth. He’s pulling out before you can even gag, pointing his cock at the skin of your thighs before he begins panting desperately through his high. Sticky cream streaks over your thighs, and the next few spurts of cum shoot out a little harder as Bokuto catches sight of his release tainting your skin.

Still gasping for breath, he lets his cock fall from his hand, a lazy smile on his face as he addresses the next person.

“She’s real good with that mouth. Watch out.”

You turn to see who you’ll be servicing next, and you can’t help but smile up at Rintarou Suna as he positions his cock at your lips.

“Might as well see what all the buzz is about, right? Open your mouth, little cow.”

You let your jaw fall, and Suna doesn’t hesitate before shoving his full length into your mouth. He grunts at the feeling of your throat gliding against his tip, quickly finding a rough pace as he pistons his hips and quite literally fucks your face.

“Shit,” he mutters, “Atsumu was fuckin’ lying. You’re fuckin’ fantastic at this, baby.”

You watch with pride swelling in your belly as the middle blocker, who is known for being largely unreactive, slowly begins to fall apart at your touch. It doesn’t take long before his thrusts lose their rhythm and grow sloppy, his orgasm threatening to wash over him at any second.

You note the sound of someone behind you pulling at their cock, but you can’t tell if it’s someone finding their second wind or someone entirely new.

Your question is answered as a warm liquid shoots onto your back, neatly finding a home sliding down the skin of your spine and eventually dripping down over your ass.

The deep, familiar voice of Wakatoshi Ushijima rings out behind you, his tone somewhat sheepish.

“Sorry. Forgot to warn you.”

You should be more irritated at his disregard for your rule, but instead, another wave of slick drips from your hole. You can’t explain why being disrespected in such a way is making your clit throb and your walls clench around thin air, but you know that you fucking like it, and it makes you long for Suna to cum on you as well.

You hollow your cheeks, pressing your tongue up against the underside of his cock with a newfound passion as the athlete whimpers above you, much to your own pleasure.

“That’s it, fuck. Work for your fuckin’ milk, little cow. Gonna cum on those tits, keep suckin’.”

It only takes a few more strokes of your tongue before Suna is pushing you back by your forehead, his release dripping down to your chest. The viscous fluid slides over your nipples, dripping off of the hardened points and onto your thighs.

He releases your head with a sigh, chest still heaving as he backs away and flops onto an empty armchair.

“Best team bonding ever.”

A quiet laugh echoes around the room, various sounds of agreement coming from each of the players as your boyfriend shakes his head good-naturedly.

Iwaizumi rises from his surveillance spot, tilting your face up to his and grinning down at you knowingly.

“But you’re not done yet, are you baby?”

You shake your head, a whimper pulling from the back of your throat.

“N-no. I wanna cum too, Haji, please?”

Your eyes water with pure, desperate want as you squirm, gliding your pussy against the mat beneath you.

Iwaizumi sighs, though you can tell his annoyance is feigned. He steps behind you, and suddenly, his hand is pushing at the back of your head as his foot finds its way under your body and rises unceremoniously, forcing your face to press against the cum-covered mat as your ass raises into the air.

“Look at you,” he scoffs, “this little cow cunt is drooling.”

It’s true—slick drips steadily from your opening, and you’re sure that the throbbing in your clit is so strong by now that it must be visible. The familiar sensation of your boyfriend’s fingers gliding over the hot skin of your lower lips draws a mewl from you, your hips pushing back without your instruction.

“You liked being a cumdump that much? You nasty little bitch.”

He lands a smack to your cunt, fingertips barely grazing your clit, and you squeal lewdly, tears leaking anew from your eyes. His other hand presses your cheek against the mat with no regard for the cum that presses against your skin.

“Lick it up then, and I’ll give you a little more in this slutty cow cunt, alright baby?”

You wiggle back towards him, babbling affirmations. You want something, anything at this point. All you know is that if you don’t get something against your pussy in the next five seconds, you’re going to fucking cry blood.

Thankfully, there’s no need for your tears to burn red, because Hajime pushes into you in one clean thrust. Your back arches, fists clenching as they rest behind your back. A sob of pleasure rips from your chest as he bottoms out quickly, his balls just brushing your sensitive nub.

“Remember what I said. If you want me to fuck you, drink your milk,” your boyfriend reminds you gruffly.

You whimper, sticking your tongue out and lapping at the cum by your face as best as you can. You don’t go unrewarded; Hajime quickly pulls out and plunges back into you fully, finding a rough, steady pace. He’s mesmerized by the sight of your arousal dripping off of his cock, running down his thighs in neat streaks of translucent cream.

“You’re a little cumslut, huh baby? Let half the fucking national team use you like a damn towel. S’all you’re good for, baby?”

Shrieks fall from your open mouth at every thrust, your clit screaming to be touched as you mindlessly agree with your boyfriend.

“All ‘m good for, please! Cum inside, please, need it, please, Haji!”

You hear him grunt behind you, and your body jerks violently as his fingers find your clit. You faintly hear him announce his orgasm, promises that he’ll fill that worthless cow cunt drowned out by the ringing in your ears. When you feel his hips stutter before he presses himself fully inside of you, fingers meanly pinching your clit as cum pours into your walls, you can’t help how hard your orgasm hits you.

Your eyes roll back as you scream, cunt pouring cream over your boyfriend’s cock and gluing your hips together. You’re so overwhelmed with pleasure, distracted by the burning liquid inside of your pussy and the stinging of your clit, you don’t even notice when your body begins to go limp and your vision darkens before blacking out completely.

When you finally come to, you’re sitting inside of a bathtub, shallow water resting up to your waist. The headband and choker lay on the bathroom counter. Hajime sits next to you, just outside of the tub. His hand rests against your neck, cradling your head so you don’t fall over. He smiles softly as you open your eyes.

“Hi, baby. How are you feeling?”

You groan in response. Your limbs feel like lead, and your skin is still sticky despite the water around you.

“Where’s…” your inquiry is slurred, but Iwa understands and hums in response.

“They went back to their rooms. They wanted to stay and check on you, but I thought it might overwhelm you.”

It was your turn to hum, and you tilt your face towards Hajime. The corners of your lips pull upward as you gaze at him.

“Thank you Haji. Y’think it helped them?”

Iwaizumi laughs loudly, his head tossed back as the joy springs from his stomach.

“Yeah, baby. The team is definitely a lot closer than they ever were before.”