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Making a sex tape with the Dekusquad

— Note: made them more dominant than usual because I got a lot of requests for more dom!boys

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it’d take a lot of convincing to get him to try it

when he does agree, it’d have to be a position that doesn’t show either of your faces to protect both of your identities

will tease and degrade you the entire time

“You’re such a slut, princess. You like getting filmed while I fuck you? Yeah, you do.”

he honestly loves the feeling of being filmed but he’d never admit it

it would definitely be a POV video

him fucking you from behind, camera focused on his cock pistoning in and out of your pussy at an animalistic pace

he’ll slap your ass and make you say the most lewd and embarrassing things

“Say it! Tell me how much you love daddy’s cock, you want my cum? You want me to fill you up? Then say it, slut.”

definitely bites his lips and tries to keep his voice down to be able to hear your cute moans and whines

he’s the type to watch the video afterwards and see what he can improve on, definitely gets hard watching the video

10/10 experience, it won’t happen often but he would be open to trying it again

will be a blushing mess when you ask him to try it out, he’s not opposed to the idea though

probably does research, he just wants to know what to do and where to start

sets up the camera with a tripod or stand, it’d be like one of those amateur videos

wants to focus on your pleasure, he’ll eat you out and kiss and worship your body

then he starts off with soft touches, slowly fucking you, kissing down your neck and lightly groping your ass and tits

“Does that feel good, puppy? Just like that, you like it, don’t you? You’re so naughty.”

hearing your moans and how riled up you are for him makes him a lot rougher and bolder

“Fuck! You’re clamping down on me so much, puppy. You’re so good at taking my cock, aren’t you? My naughty girl.”

starts choking you, pulling on your hair and teasing you

“Look at the camera, baby. I want to make sure we see all those slutty expressions you’re making.”

near the end, you’ve already been fucked dumb and he’s lost control of his moans, he’s honestly as loud as you

will keep the video, definitely uses it to jerk off when he’s missing you or away on hero work

he’ll ask why you want to film it but otherwise he has no problems trying it

it’d give off the same vibes as one of those sensual videos on ✨ the hub ✨

will spoil you the entire time, all of his attention is on you and what makes you feel good

makes you hold the camera while he’s going down on you

he goes all out and smirks up at you when you’re basically screaming his name

“Come on, baby. Keep the camera on me, I wanna hear those pretty moans.”

“You look so cute, moaning my name. Wanna cum for me, baby? Do it, cum on my face.”

also loves recording you when he’s recieving, he’ll push the hair out of your face to get a good shot of you choking on his cock

“Just like that —oh, feels amazing, princess. Take it deeper, yeah.”

as soon as he starts pounding you, he’ll be focused on making sure he gets every single inch of your body on video

your eyes rolling into the back of your head, hands gripping his biceps tightly as he’s cumming and filling your insides

definitely pulls out and films his seed slowly dripping out of your pussy

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Wakatoshi smut.

You grab eggs from the chicken coop and accidentally drop one in the barn. Ushijima looks over at you and scowls. “We are an eco friendly farm and you just wasted a perfectly good egg.” He bends you over, makes you slide off you jeans and smacks your ass so hard you can’t walk. If he’s feeling generous he’ll unzip his own denim slacks and pound your pussy puffy and bred with his cum. The Olympic Japanese athlete will kiss your cheek and pinch your ass one final time before pulling out to admire how well he breeds you and how well you take him every time. “Good baby.” He praises you before yanking your head back to spit in your mouth then swirls his tongue against yours in a final display of dominance on his farm.

he’s so gorgeous and for what cr. dwellingsouls

How do you feel about mean dilf bakugou w. Dummy thick reader ??

Honey, if I’m being honest...

I genuinely get so excited whenever I see you ask something LMFAOOOO I’m like this bitch is about to have me obsessed over whatever she suggests for days!!

Cw: spanking, choking, use of the term Daddy

But, oh god, he’s such a mean old man! You always hear from his friends about how much Bakugou liked to tease and fuck with people—I mean he still does, but they say it’s not as bad as he used to be—so you can’t help it! You’ll poke and tease with him, just to see how he’ll respond back.

It’s usually quips, mean little remarks that make you shut your mouth and pout until he apologizes with a new purse or shoes. But you’re back on your bullshit by the next week, teasing and picking until one day, he just explodes.

It’s cold out. He’s in his early 40s and has a hard body after years of hero work. He’s old, okay, and the cold makes his old bones a little rickety. Cut him some slack, shit!

You’re in bed playing on your phone when Bakugou walks in. He’s scowling, a hand on his lower back, grunts slightly when he bends over to pick up one of your stray heels. He opens his mouth to scold you for it, when you beat him to the punch.

“Damn, old man. Cant even bend over without making allat noise, huh?” You smirk, glancing up at him above your phone. He pauses, still slightly bent over as his ruby red eyes cut at you quickly. Being the dumb little girl you are, you continue.

“Might have to trade you in for a younger guy soon, huh? Next thing you know, you won’t even be able to get it u—”

That old man moves a lot faster than you expect him to. Your phone is smacked out of your hands, his own warm ones wrapped around your throat, the other pinning your wrists, his thighs caging you in. You can only open your mouth to gasp when he’s growling down at you, eyes aflame and irritated.

“I’m sick of your shit.” He snaps down at you, teeth bared. “You and that smart fucking mouth, you’re nothing but a spoiled fucking brat. I’ve been trying to be nice, princess, but I’m tired of it.”

Bakugou shakes your neck slightly, gripping a little harder and laughing at the way you choke. You can feel his bulge against your thigh as he towers over you, whispers against your gaping lips,

“And no, you won’t be getting another useless fucking purse or shitty designer jeans your ass is just gonna bust out of, after this.” His words make you whimper, eyes already glossing up as you pout your bottom lip. He doesn’t even bat an eye at your attempt to dissuade him from punishing you.

You’re over his knee in a second. It’s embarrassing, someone as big as you being spanked so petulantly, mocking you as if you were a child. Bakugou only laughs at every cry, every hiccup, every sob, never easing up on his slaps. His thick palms, thickened after years of quirk use, feel so heavy and hard against your plump ass, even the extra fat there doesn’t soften the impact.

“Bad fucking girl, princess. Think someone’s gonna want your stupid, bratty ass?”

“They’ll only want to fuck this fat ass, these pretty little thighs, but that’s it. No ones ever gonna spoil you like I do.”

“And that’s the fucking problem! I spoiled your ass! Even when you were being a spoiled, dumb little fucking brat, I rewarded that shit because of your stupid cute face and nice little body and fuck—”

You can’t help the wobbly smile at his confession. His spanks slow down as you look at him over your shoulder. You think his resolve is cracking at the soft eyes he gives you, before that same sneer is on his lips in an instant. He uses one hand to slam your face back down into the mattress and starts reigning slap after slap against your bruising ass.

“Don’t give me those eyes, princess, it’s not gonna work.” He growls, sounds like he doesn’t even believe himself. You wriggle and squirm in his lap, sobbing apologies as the spanks seem never ending, now traveling down to the backs of your thighs.

“Don’t be sorry now, smart mouth. You’re nothing but a little girl with a fat ass that needs to learn her fucking place. Ya understand me?” Bakugou snarls, grabbing mean handfuls of your ass, making you squeal and fight to get off of his lap.

“Tell me you understand, or you’re not getting shit for your birthday.” You know he’s bluffing, knows he would never let his pretty princess go without on her birthday, but you nod anyway, whimper.

“Y-yes, daddy, I understand!”

“Good.” He says, rubbing soothing circles on your sore ass. You’re still sobbing, eyes leaking like a faucet as Bakugou pulls you up to settle in his lap. You wrap your arms around his thick neck, cry your apologies for being so mean to him, let him coo and soothe your raw ass with a heated palm.

When your crying finally trickles down into soft whimpers, the rubbing slides down between your legs, plays with the hem of your panties. You grunt, pull away to look up at Bakugou, watch the way his eyes scan over your face as he bites his lip.

“Daddy?” You ask. “What are you...” you taper off when thick fingers find your clit through your panties. Bakugou smirks, swipe away your tears with his tongue. He speaks gruffly against your cheek,

“Your punishments not over yet, princess. This is for the weeks you’ve been fucking with me. Be a good girl and take it, yeah?”

You can only nod, sob softly, and let your Daddy punish you for being so mean to him. You deserve every slap, every name, every painful orgasm. As long as it’s from him, you’ll take whatever he gives you.

happy birthday baby

𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐨𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

<3 warnings: swearing, my luv for seijoh four showing again, me slandering hiro 🥰

<3 things to know: usually my works set in the timeskip but this is set in highschool cause that’s prime seijoh four </3 and there’s nothing nsfw or anything so dw!!

<3 note: felt like i haven’t written or put anything out in so long so here <33 . reblogs are greatly appreciated

© k1ttykawa 2021. please do not repost or modify on this or any other platform.

.: makki spams the gc at ungodly hours of the night. always selfies but he’s holding the phone so you can see his bare ass in the mirror behind him. ‘accidentally’ sent a picture of his dick once

.: issei’s house is the house they always hang out/ sleepover at cause his mom loves them and doesn’t mind them being loud cause she’s never there at night cause of her job.

.: iwa gets pranked the most cause he’s a scaredy-cat and always claims ‘they didn’t get him’. every time.

.: oikawa gets ‘randomly picked’ to pay for their food when they go out but the other three just always decide to pick ‘kawa anyway without telling him.

.: the first time they went out to a nightclub every one got in but haji. all bc he was a few centimetres shorter than the others. it took half an hour of convincing the body gaurd to let him in, which he didn’t believe cause hiro n issei wouldn’t stop pissing themselves laughing the whole time.

.: only listen to queen, mötley crüe, ABBA and nicki when on road trips.

.: issei was the first one to get a car n one time they all snuck out at 3 am to drive to some mountain to watch the sunrise and got lost until 8 am.

.: issei n hiro ‘help’ haji flirt with girls bc he can’t do it himself for shit.

.: toru’s nephew like the others more than him

.: makki’s sister always tells the boys things she catches him doing.

.: they all ft nearly 4 times a week and they could be in stiches laughing together, then next thing, hiro has the phone propped up while taking a shit, issei’s showering with the curtain open 🤨, oikawa is cleaning his room while blasting nicki and iwa is trying not to get his ass beat by his mother who’s giving out bc he’s laughing so loud.

.: for toru’s 18th birthday they had a garden party cause it was summer and they didn’t expect to get that drunk. they ended up playing some shot board game that got them absolutely shit faced and they ended up sneaking out to the bar down the road while stumbling in the middle of the literal road singing and spent the next three hours doing karaoke before they went back home and they can’t even remember what happened between 7am and 4pm when they woke up.

.: issei is always stuck babysitting his siblings cause his moms working and can’t come out to them as much as he’d like to so they come to his house and help him.

.: went on a ‘boys holiday’ to ibiza when they all turned 19 and lets say they went for a week and only remember about 4 days of it.

.: oikawa was the only one who had a date to their third year prom thing. but he didn’t actually like her as much as he thought so decided to just go with the boys as the four of them and they have so many pictures to show how fun it was.

.: has game and movie nights at, again issei’s. they don’t like watching that many new movies so the ones they always watch are: all three of the hangovers, mamma mia!, white chicks, fast n furious, all the shreks, both bad boys and godzilla for haji.

.: plays multi player games on their play stations nearly every night and they all get in trouble for laughing so loud at 3 am cause of how shit hiro is.

.: personal hc moment <3: at a random sleepover they were just sitting talking about life and then hiro came out to them and they were all just like 😟. toru was like i knew already 🙄cause same. then they had a lil cute chat about relationships n shit <3

.: they all have atleast one piercing and get them together when they do. haji has both his lobes with just studs, toru has his helix and wears tiny hoops in his lobes, hiro has his double lobes, nose, helix and his rook (really wants his belly button but his father would crucify him & issei has his right lobe right helix, matching lil rook with hiro when they were drunk in ibiza <3, nose and his eyebrow. also sei’ n iwa got tattoos idcidc.

.: makki and issei facetime each other with just them two and have their speakers playing songs like “super freak, more than a woman and pretty woman” while they dance in their socks, boxers and white button ups.

.: issei is one of the only ones that can actually sing well and gets embarrassed whenever they bring up that one time they heard him singing “girls just wanna have fun”

.: on that note, they all know how to play an instrument cause they fancy school boys, iwa knows electric guitar and the saxophone, hiro also knows guitar and violin, ‘kawa plays piano n acoustic guitar and issei knows drums and bass.

.: they all cried when toru n haji had to move away for vb and uni. then 6 months later issei n hiro moved to tokyo together.

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Not sure if I’m doing this right, but here’s my request for your Valentine’s Day event! I read your previous ones and they’re so great 😍

Can I please request the “smiling into a kiss” for Nanami, adding that Gojou and Yuuji/the other kids walk in and sees?

Female reader please 🥰

Thanks for requesting! 😊💕 I hope you enjoy!

Note: Some suggestive comments and memories.

• • •

Nanami + “smiling into a kiss” + others walk in

When you see Nanami’s text, you wave at Gojo to get his attention. He’s currently holding court on a nearby couch, bragging to the first years about how much chocolate he receives each year on Valentine’s Day. Only Yuuji seems to be paying attention, while Nobara scrolls on her phone and Megumi looks painfully bored.

“I need to step out for a minute. Feel free to start the lesson without me.”

Gojo lazily shoos you away. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep your kiddos out of trouble.”

The “kiddos” in question, the Jujutsu Tech second years, turn in eerie unison to give him a collectively-disparaging look.

“Oi,” Maki grumbles. “Are you actually going to teach today, or just talk about your imaginary girlfriends?”

You miss Gojo’s affronted response as you slip outside and find Nanami waiting for you on the front steps, a carefully-wrapped bento box in his hand.

“You forgot your lunch this morning,” he chides, but his words are soft.

“I can’t feel too bad,” you say, offering him a bright smile, “because now I get to see you. Working late today?”

“Not if I can help it.” His voice is serious as he readjusts his glasses. “I’ve made very important plans.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Is that so?”

Nanami’s free hand tenses at his side, resisting the urge to touch you. He generally avoids public displays of affection, even now, after you’ve managed to somewhat weaken his resolve over these past six months. Private ones, however, are an entirely different story...

“You said you didn’t want to go out for Valentine’s Day. So, we’ll cook dinner together at my place. I’ll buy groceries on the way home. We can listen to some music —”

“Your smooth jazz playlist?” you tease.

“— open a bottle of wine...” He keeps talking, ignoring your jest with a wry smile. “You could probably use a back massage.”

You sigh happily at the prospect of his deft hands kneading the tension from your muscles. “You’re too good to me.”

“No such thing.” He reaches up and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “And after that...”

You know that look in his eyes. It reminds you of things you definitely should not be thinking about during the workday.

“We can sleep in tomorrow,” you murmur. “Wake up late...”

“You’re terrible.”

“For suggesting that we relax?”

Nanami looks mildly exasperated. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“I know, I know... I’m a foul temptress.”

“Among other things.”

You laugh. “But don’t lie to me, Nanami Kento. I know you were thinking the same thing.”

He reaches out, fingers sweeping across your cheek, tracing the line of your jaw down to your mouth. “I used to have rules, you know.”

“Don’t worry. You still do.” You tilt your head down just enough for your lips to brush against his fingertips. “You just bend them a little more these days.”

“How unfortunate,” he murmurs, grasping your chin before kissing you. It’s soft and tender, a hint of more to come later this evening.

“Senseeeei, we need your — WHOA!”

Nanami flinches at the sound of Yuuji’s voice and quickly pulls away. The look on his face is a priceless combination of shock, embarrassment, and annoyance, and you try — and fail — to hold back a laugh.

When you turn around, you see that Yuuji, Nobara, and Gojo are crowding around one another in the doorway. While Yuuji looks astounded, Nobara looks smug, and Gojo is clapping his hands together.

“Do it again!” he cheers, and you can feel Nanami bristling behind you.

Nobara vanishes, shouting, “Panda! You owe me 1,000 yen!”

And Yuuji, having shaken off the initial surprise, looks back and forth between you and Nanami with a wide, bright smile. “I didn’t know you were together! So cute! Nanamin has a girlfriend!”

But then his expression abruptly shifts to one of fear, and Gojo grabs his shoulders, pulling him back toward safety. “We’ll just... leave you two lovebirds alone! Nothing to see here...” 

You wonder just how terrifying Nanami looks, looming behind you. But by the time you turn around, he merely looks tired, pinching the bridge of his nose with a long sigh.

“Has your reputation been ruined?”

He shakes his head. “This is why —”

“— you keep your work and personal life separate, I know. It makes sense.” You take the bento box from him, allowing your fingers to slide over his in a small, comforting gesture.

“That being said,” he continues, gazing at you fondly, “I’d be lying if I said I completely regretted it. What have you done to me?”

“Stolen your heart. No big deal.” You wink at him, inspiring a huff of laughter in response.

“You’re impossible.”

And you know he means it in the best way — that you’re the one thing in his life he never could have expected, an impossible wish that somehow came true, taking him by complete surprise.

When he first explained it to you, the two of you were tangled in your bedsheets, his face pressed into the crook of your neck, your fingers threaded through his soft hair, which smelled like your shampoo. It was so late it was early, and his lips had been loosened by exhaustion and contentment, mumbling pure poetry into your ear as sleep slowly overtook you.

Now, you reach out and squeeze his hand. “I love you, too, Kento.”

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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!

runtime: ~4k words

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.”

hiraeth ♡ lee minho

♡ genre; angsty, vv angsty

♡ pairing(s); gn!reader x minho ft. comforting chan

♡ word count; 1k

♡ description; hiraeth (n.); a homesickness for a home you cannot return to, or that never was.

♡ notes; i cried multiple times while writing this. lino is my baby don’t touch me:( starts below the cut! i don’t expect this to do well bc it’s so old but hhhh

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