Pls I Just Want Them All In My Mouf Thank U

pls i just want them all in my mouf thank u

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a/n: yeah, i’m back at it again with dick descriptions. this time for jjk. special thanks to my bby carter @cartersweb​ for screaming about dicks with me <33 ily. goes without saying, all characters are aged up. kids fuck off. depending on how well this does i’ll do toji, sukuna, toge & mahito in part two! 

cw: gojo, yuuji, megumi, junpei, dicks. that’s all. just dicks. my love language <33

read my mha one here!

— gojo

hello, daddy.

mhm

pretty dick very very pretty dick

same smooth slightly tanned color as the rest of him

absolutely ethereal looking like his dick looks like a painting from the renaissance era

very very pretty pink head like it’s a dark pink reminds you of fruit punch or something it’s just really pretty

keeps his pubes low or completely shaved off but if they are grown they’re well maintained and actually quite pleasant to look at

don’t think he has a massively thick dick but there’s definitely weight to it

but he most certainly has a long dick

fuck

that thang just thangin down there 😩

overall beautiful dick i want it to find refuge in my mouth

— megumi

another member of the pretty dick society

honestly megumi gives me classy vibes so i feel like he has a classy dick

that being said

his father is toji. 

so.

the apple does not fall far from the tree

baby boy has a thick dick

don’t think it’s too long, maybe around 7 inches? 

but GOD that bitch is thick

leaning a bit more to the veiny side but just slightly, nothing over the top 

same color throughout, a bit more tan towards the top, dark colored tip like a mauve-ish color 

probably very sensitive bless him 

same size throughout but i feel like it has a very gentle curve to the side like not too noticeable but when its inside you def can feel it

overall good dick 

to be expected of daddy ‘gumi <33

— junpei

is this the pretty dick society post

junpei has the prettiest dick of them all 

sweet subby baby boy <33

not too big and not too long 

very average size really maybe a bit on the thinner side??

straight as a ruler 

but God is it pretty

lighter pink tip it’s so pretty too 

very very sensitive 

blow on it and he’ll precum immediately 

he’s so reactive too

gets really shy when you look at it too long 

he might cry the second you lick it you’ve been warned 

don’t think he’s veiny or anything it’s just a very pretty ethereal looking dick

10/10 would suck feverently like he deserves

— yuuji

yeah this is just the pretty dick society post at this point

yuuji has a very nice dick

you just wouldn’t know initially because he doesn’t fucking shave 

someone please give this man a razor 

some nair 

a wax 

something

sukuna takes over one day for the sole purpose of shaving yuuji’s fucking balls because he’s sick of looking at that mangrove of pubes that made home on yuuji’s body

everyone say thank you sukuna cause now we can actually see how pretty yuuji’s dick is

yuuji is a strong boy so he has a strong cock

thick, like quite thick

not very long though he’s probably same range as megumi

megumi & yuuji eiffel tower me challenge

tanned, darker towards the base, dark tip 

like more towards the purple spectrum 

heavy 

curves oh God it curves to the left a little bit

he likes positions where he hits at an angle so you can get the full brunt of his dick fuck

im not a yuuji fucker nope im not a yuuji fucker

part two?

in your dreams | m.

pairing: xiao/f!reader

wc: 7.140

genre: smut, hurt/comfort

cw: exes to lovers

tags: past toxic relationship, alluded past abuse, blood and violence, xiaos love language is touch, soft!xiao, dom!xiao, fingering, squirting, wet&messy, spitting (lit once), reassurance kink, very mild dumbification, dacryphilia if u squint, aftercare

summary: your life had finally become normal without him. but it took one encounter to undo a millennia of hard work.

note: it isn't specified what reader is but she is not human and is very old as well as she's known xiao for a long, long time.

+ also adepti do not need sleep in this fic so!!!

this blog is a dark content blog please dni if you don't like it.

Winding up at Wangshu Inn wasn’t in your plans. Tired and worn out, a sudden thunderstorm was the final straw.

You climbed the steps of the Inn, out of breath by the time you reached the front desk. Your room was cozy for the most part, so much so that you felt out of place soaking wet and dripping onto the wooden floors.

You didn’t even have a change of clothes. You opted to shed your outermost layers, the thick material having kept your undergarments dry for the most part. Hanging up your soaking clothes, you place a towel on the floor to catch the dripping water and climb into bed.

The sound of thunder and rain lulled you into a restless nap to pass the time.

It wasn’t often that you dreamt. In fact, many years had passed since you recall dreaming. This one was particularly vivid. Featuring a face you had hoped to never see again.

The golden eyes of your ex lover sent shivers down your spine. The wind blew, tousling his hair every which way. He stared at you, regarding you with the same neutral face you’d known him to wear for all of his existence.

Still as cold as ever, he didn’t speak.

Just as you opened your mouth to say something first, you jolt awake.

You frown and sit up in bed, the sheets falling around your waist haphazardly. Running a hand through your hair, you wince as your fingers catch the tangles.

“I see you still enjoy sleeping...like some kind of human,” the familiar voice has you gasping, whipping around to look at where the voice came from.

He leans against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. His eyes are closed, almost as if he were tired but you know that’s not the case.

You scoff, “I knew you were here. Awfully bold of you...sneaking into my dream like that.”

He doesn’t say anything more. It’s silent after that, save or the lightning striking the ground occasionally, mixed with the white noise of raindrops.

“Why are you here Xiao?” you finally ask, knowing that beating around the bush will get you nowhere with him.

“Why are you here?” he retorts, finally opening his eyes to glare at you, “You knew I was staying in this Inn yet you come here anyway. But you still have the audacity to ask me why I’m here?”

“I didn’t know you were staying here,” you spit, suddenly remembering you’re in only your bra and panties. You casually pull the sheet back up to cover yourself.

“That’s a lie,” he scoffs, finally pushing himself away from the wall, “Are you that desperate for my attention that you come crawling back to me under the guise of a mistake in hopes I’ll take you back? Pathetic.”

His words sting just as much as the tears filling your eyes, “No,” you spit, tossing the sheet off so you could get out of bed, “I was worn out and got caught in the storm. If you must know, I didn’t know you were here because frankly I avoid learning anything about your whereabouts!”

His eyes follow you as you tug your still wet clothing down from where it was hanging. Its freezing cold against your warm skin and makes you flinch as you begin to put it on.

“Where are you going?” he asks, voice sharp as ever.

“I’m leaving!” you snap, ignoring the way your voice cracks from your tears.

He scoffs, “Of course you are, all you do is run away.”

“You don’t get to say that to me!” you whip around suddenly, “When you’re the one who ran away in the first place!”

He bares his teeth, “I didn’t run from anything. Instead I got rid of something.”

His eyes narrow and you take a moment to look into them. Eyes you once loved held no softness or light that they once had. You barely remember those times, instead all you remember is the hurt.

You don’t have it in you to speak anymore. Everything that needed to be said had already been spoken. Whether it be now or in the past, there was nothing else to say.

He didn’t flinch as you walked past him, shoulder bumping into him as you headed to the door.

“Make sure you don’t come back here,” he spits the final, parting warning.

You pick up your pack and sling it over your shoulder, opening the door and leaving.

When you’re finally gone, he takes a seat on the bed and sighs, eyes unfocused as they stared into nothing. Lost in thought, he doesn’t know how long he sits there for.

The rain doesn’t show any signs of letting up as you continue on your journey. You don’t have any real need for sleep but your body feels worn, overexerted. You do your best to bypass monsters that lurk around, knowing you don’t have the strength to defend yourself.

Any strength you had had been stripped from you the moment you were confronted with Xiao.

His words hurt just as much as they had a millenia ago. The new, negative feelings festered along with the brought up memories of once upon a time.

He always knew just what to say to you. The two of you had known each other perhaps too well. It had allowed him to see every weak spot you had, he had learned exactly what to push to hurt you most. And he always succeeded.

Xiao’s past was not one that was happy. It was filled with pain, anger, and bloodshed. Much of it by his own hands, actions that haunted him. He had been so consumed by it all that he lost control, becoming a volatile nightmare that only sought to hurt and destroy.

And that is exactly what he did.

There hadn’t been a single ounce of hesitation in the words he’d spewed at you. Hands you once loved holding raised in aggression, laughing at the misery that had been painted on your face. You had been scared of him and yet he didn’t show any regret.

It had been naive of you to try to get him back at first. You were so sure that it wasn’t the real Xiao. You knew him to be a soft, gentle man. But in the blink of an eye, it was replaced with hatred and darkness.

Your attempts to redeem yourself in his eyes, to keep him by your side had been in vain. The final time you had met him, almost a millenia ago, had only ended in bloodshed and tears. He had succeeded in damaging everything you had to offer, dealing irreparable damage to your emotions.

You had vowed that you would never allow yourself to be in his presence again. You didn’t even allow yourself to hear his name, all of his tales fell on deaf ears.

The less you knew about him, the better.

It had been peaceful, not knowing of his whereabouts. You would sometimes catch yourself wondering if he was even still alive before vanquishing those thoughts. What did it matter? The man wished death upon you once, laughing all the while.

You shuddered at the memories, wrapping your arms tighter around yourself. The cold was seeping in quickly and you felt like all your energy was sucked out.

Under the heavy rainfall, and the absentmindedness of your own thoughts, you didn’t realize the man snuck up on you until you felt the knife plunge into your back.

Hands desperately cupped your cheeks. They were warm, such a contrast to your own cold skin. Your ears were ringing but when your eyes opened a fraction, you could only barely make out the darkened silhouette of a person hovering above you.

When your eyes opened once again, there was no sound. The storm had passed and you were tucked into a bed. It didn’t smell like freshly made laundry, instead it smelled familiar. Like almonds and qingxin flowers. You couldn’t help but melt into it.

After a moment, you heard the door open. It clicked shut softly, no doubt in an effort to let you continue your rest. The figure moved across the floor, footsteps light before you heard the light sound of something heavy being placed on the side table.

The person paused and you kept your eyes closed, sleep almost overcoming you once again. But the soft feeling of fingers on your cheek had you rousing once more.

You didn’t open your eyes, instead allowed the stranger to continue on. They moved away but didn’t leave the room.

Slowly, you opened your eyes.

It was dark out but the room was dimly lit by lanterns, casting a calm, yellow glow around the room. You blinked a few times to let your eyes adjust before looking around.

Your breath caught in your chest as you looked at him. He had his back to you, leaning against the wall once again. But his gaze was cast out the window, unaware of the fact you had awoken. You swallowed nervously at the sight of him, only to realize how parched you were, tongue sticking to the roof of your mouth. Glancing to the side, you realized the object he had placed had been a pitcher of water. Condensation dripped down from the glass, pooling on the wooden tabletop.

You attempted to sit up, your head swimming as you did but you fought it. The bed creaked as you finally sat up, almost desperately reaching for the pitcher only to realize you had absolutely no strength to pick it up.

Familiar hands intervened, brushing yours away to lift the pitcher up, grabbing the glass he had brought along with it so he could fill it.

Your hands were reaching out for it before he could even offer it. He allowed you to take it, placing the pitcher back down once again. You brought the cup to your lips and took several large gulps before it was ripped from your hands. You gasped and looked up at Xiao to your stolen cup in his hand.

“Drink it slowly,” he orders, rough as usual, “You’ll make yourself feel worse.”

You nod your head and reach out for it again. He keeps it out of your reach, however, eyeing you as if you were plotting something. You whine and attempt to get it back once more before he finally takes pity on you and allows you to have it back.

His eyes burn into you as you take sips, keeping them slow and intermittent despite the fact your body begged for you to down it all.

“Lay back down, you’re still recovering,” he says before taking your empty glass.

You do as you’re told, hunkering back down into the soft bedding, watching him once again. He pours more water into the glass and leaves it there for you to take when you need it.

“Why am I back here?” your question makes him visibly stiffen as he places the pitcher down again.

Your eyes follow him as he moves around. You can’t tell if he’s making himself look busy to buy himself time or not. The question is answered when he returns from the wash room with a damp cloth.

He sits at the edge of the bed and begins to softly pat at your skin, cooling your skin down and making you relax. You close your eyes against the stinging burn of tears that come from his caring actions.

You don’t know what he’ll do if he realizes you’re crying.

It had been so long since you had been close to him like this. No aggressive or negative feelings weighing you both down. It had been even longer since you felt his gentle touch, a touch that didn’t have you flinching away from him.

“You almost died,” he finally says, removing himself from you.

You immediately miss him. It takes you everything not to pull him back to you, to not cry out for him not to go. But you stay silent. He is too.

You’re not sure if he realizes how close to crying you are, but he doesn’t say anything more. He doesn’t press you. You swallow the lump in your throat and open your eyes again.

He’s standing in front of the window once more. You can see his face now, the way the moonlight makes his eyes glow.

“I did?” you finally ask.

He looks at you again, a simple sideways glance before nodding, “You did.”

“I see,” you respond, looking down at your hands folded above his blanket.

You suddenly realize you’re not wearing your own clothes, instead wearing some unfamiliar ones. You don’t comment on the fact that Xiao had probably undressed you and redressed you.

You’re too busy thinking that you don’t notice the way he fists are clenched tight at his sides. His entire body is stiff and trembling, jaw clenched tight to keep the pathetic noises that want to free themselves inside.

“You almost died,” he suddenly spits, repeating his words from earlier. You pause and look up at him, the uncharacteristic emotion in his voice catching you by surprise.

Finally, you take in his disposition. His head hung low, hair veiling over his face, preventing you from seeing the expression he wore. But from the way his shoulders tremble, you’re sure he’s...crying.

“I thought you were dead,” he hisses, “You were so cold...you weren’t moving. What the hell was I supposed to do then, huh?” He’s not looking at you and you’re not sure if he’s speaking to you or monologuing. Still, you remain quiet and let him talk, “You’re not supposed to die.”

“I didn’t die,” you finally speak, making him fall silent.

“I was...scared,” he admits, so soft that you almost missed it, “I was so scared it felt like I was losing my mind.”

“Xiao…”

“No,” he snaps, finally looking at you. His eyes are glassy, tears clinging to his lashes and the sight makes your heart ache, “How could I have ever...What would I have done if you died? What if you died...and all you remember of me was...the hatred and anger?”

“Is that not what you feel towards me?” you ask softly, “I can’t say I remember the time before you hated me anymore. I don’t know if I even want to. It’s so much easier knowing you hate me now, than remembering that you once loved me.”

“Love,” he whispers, making your brows furrow in confusion, “Don’t say it like I don’t anymore.”

“Xiao…” you sigh, shaking your head, “You don’t have to feel guilty. Truly, it doesn’t bother me anymore.”

He takes a few steps towards the bed until he’s standing right in front of you. You don’t dare look at him but he reaches down and touches your cheek with gentle fingers, “Then why are you crying?”

You scoff, “Why are you crying?”

“Because I know I’m not strong enough to keep this going,” he admits, “I’ve spent so long remembering everything I did to you. Everything I said to you...years upon years of guilt and regret. I tried so hard to pretend like I didn’t search everywhere for you. When I was finally freed of those shackles, when I was finally...faced with everything I had done...I looked for you. But you had already gone.”

“You wanted me gone,” you spit, knowing how bitter you were beginning to sound, “Don’t you remember what you told me?”

“Every word,” he breathes, hand returning to your person to pet your hair, “I’ve spent every moment of my life remembering. I didn’t have any control of who I was back then, ______,” The sound of your name falling from his lips has a sob breaking free from your chest, “I’ll never be who I was before everything. I carry these sins upon me as I deserve to. But I will never be the man who hurt and scared you again.”

You feel him tug you forward, burying your face against his chest as he cups the back of your head. His chin rests atop your head and you cry. He lets you exhaust yourself, lets out a deep sigh when you finally wrap your arms around his middle.

He holds you, allows you to ask him questions before answering with a gentleness he hadn’t allowed himself in what felt like eons. He told you his story, explained every detail of his life, of the dark past, of the vile atrocities that he had been forced to commit against his will.

You listened, heart aching at the pain he had to endure for so long. He was jaded, scarred and burnt from his past. It haunted him so deeply, actions he could never atone for weighed on him as heavy burdens.

“If you’ll let me…” he whispers into your hair, “I just...if I can have one thing in the end...I want you.”

“You’ve done so much,” you reply, “To repay the debt and to protect...and you really just want me?”

“More than anything,” he replies, not hesitation.

You pull away from his embrace and he allows you, meeting your gaze with utmost sincerity. You can see it in the way his eyes shine with hope, searching yours for an answer.

The easiest way to answer him is by cupping his cheek and pressing your lips to his.His entire body relaxes and his hands return to your person, gripping you tight as if you were going to slip away. He kisses you back, every emotion he feels being poured into it.

You tangle your hands in his hair and pull him down. He catches himself on his hands, framed on either side of you. Pulling away from the kiss, you chase him and he sighs.

“You’re still recovering, I don’t want you to get hurt,” he breathes.

You whine and shake your head, reaching out to touch him, “Please, Xiao? ‘M okay, I promise.”

He still hesitates and you decide to take it a bit further to entice him. You reach down for the hem of your shirt and carefully pull it off. When you can see again, Xiao’s eyes are burning as he stares at your body.

“God…” he breathes, resting his forehead against your shoulder, peering down your body as his hands begin to venture across your skin, “Just like I remember…”

His breath comes in pants, smoothing his thumbs over your ribs before he finally cups your breasts. You whine at the feeling and arch your back but he’s quick to click his tongue, “Stay still or I stop.”

You go limp at the threat of him stopping. Instead you reach up and wrap your hands around his biceps. He pulls his head from your shoulder and leans back over you properly to kiss you again.

You whine into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold him close. He allows it with no complaint, simply continues palming your breasts, thumbing over your nipples. You swear you feel him smile when your whole body trembles at the feeling.

“Xiao…” you whimper, moving your hands from around his neck. He sits up, resting back on his heels to run his hands down your body.

He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even react to your call of his name. Instead he shifts so he can tear the blanket from your body. You squeak when you’re finally completely exposed, tits bare and your bottom half just the same.

You feel your face flush hot, quickly closing your thighs and curling them in on yourself. Xiao clicks his tongue once more at the display of shyness, hands coming to grip your knees.

“Why are you hiding from me?” he asks, voice gruff with lust, “Won’t you let me see all of you?”

“Y-You’ve still got all your clothes on,” you mutter, looking to the side so he can’t see how flustered you are.

He regards you for a moment, memories bouncing around in his head. Memories of you and him. The first time you let him touch you all the way to the last time he’d ever touched you. Both had such contrasting emotions to them. He wonders if you think the same -- if you remember that time. How you had cried, how he had made you cry.

“I’ll take them off later,” he whispers and you finally look at him.

His eyes are locked on his hands, where they rest on your knees. His brows are furrowed, as if lost in thought and you have half a mind to question him on it. But you choose not to. Instead, despite the trepidation you feel at being so vulnerable in front of him again, you let your legs fall open.

He inhales sharply through his nose, a noise of surprise and approval. His eyes lock onto your cunt, folds glistening from how wet you already are for him. He mindlessly licks his lips, one hand trailing down your inner thigh -- slow, as if he’s waiting for you to stop him at any minute. But you don’t of course, you want him so much. You have no idea how long you had been craving the familiar, loving touch he once had. But now that you’re reminded of the tenderness he once displayed, you desperately want to feel it again.

“Pretty,” he mutters under his breath when his digits finally meet your folds, which he eagerly spreads open with two nimble fingers.

It makes you squeak and hide your face in embarrassment as he analyzes you, takes in every detail. The way your entrance clenches every so often, drooling your sweet juices, to your little clit that throbs and begs for his attention.

He’s more than willing to give it.

Collecting the slick at your entrance with his thumb, he drags it up to the tender little bud. The sound you make when he finally presses his thumb against it is heaven. His own mouth falls open in wonder as he makes soft, slow circles. Your thighs tremble and your hands mindlessly grapple for whatever they can, which happens to be his bedding and thigh. Though your nails bite into his skin, he pays it absolutely no mind. He’s entranced by how messy your cunt becomes in a matter of seconds. Such a simple touch has your body responding beautifully.

He briefly wonders if you’d ever been with anyone else. He certainly hasn’t. Did you make such a mess for those you had bedded? His jaw clenches at the possessive feeling that overcomes him.

Unlike in the past, it’s not a toxic feeling. It isn’t one that scares him, instead it has him leaning down to press his lips against the soft skin of your stomach. You’re his now. You’re his once again. That’s all that matters.

He trails his lips up your body, now using two fingers to play with your clit. He doesn’t want the sweet sounds you make to stop.

Once he reaches your breast, he eagerly wraps his lips around your nipple. You cry out immediately, hands tangling into his hair. He hums at the feeling and your whole body twitches.

“Xiao…” you gasp, one hand leaving his hand to reach between your body. He continues to mouth at your breast, humming when your hand gingerly wraps around his wrist, “Want more, please…”

His eyes nearly roll back in his head at the sweet sound of you begging. He finally pulls his mouth away and looks at you, eyes sharp as ever, “Tell me what you want.”

He can feel it, of course. The way your pretty hands desperately push on is fingers, all he’d have to do is slide them in. You mindlessly rut your hips against the digits and he growls.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay still?”

“‘M sorry,” you gasp, “Please don’t stop, Xiao. Want it.”

He bites back a groan. You’re just as sweet and pliant as he remembers. The almost blind trust you have in him not to hurt you has him flooding with emotion.

“What do you want? Say it,” he orders, voice much softer than before.

“Put them…” you press his fingers against your entrance and whine, “Inside. Please?”

He’s not prepared for the way you so greedily accept them. You gummy walls stretch so easily to accommodate him. You’re already dripping down his hand. He moves his fingers slowly, watching your face intently as you adjust to being filled.

Your lashes flutter and you sigh almost as if you’re breathless before your eyes open again and you meet his gaze. He sees the bashfulness return but before you can cower away, he crooks his fingers up and finds your spot as if he had it memorized after all these years.

And truthfully, he had. There had been many nights that he had been plagued by memories of your body, of touching you. No one had ever made him feel the way you do.

“Xiao!” you squeal, hands slamming down on the bed as your legs kick almost helplessly under the onslaught of pleasure.

“Mhm?” he hums, pinning one of your thighs down with his free hand to keep you nice and spread open for him. His eyes are glued to where your cunt swallows his fingers greedily.

“Right there, please,” you gasp, shamelessly whining and begging.

He huffs a laugh through his nose, “So noisy.”

“‘M, ah, ‘m sorry,” you babble, “Feels so good.”

He loves how responsive you are, how sensitive you are. The way you tell him what it is you’re feeling, how he’s making you feel, makes him painfully hard. But he’s not willing to move on from this just yet, he wants to be greedy for once. He wants to take everything you’re willing to give him.

Your cunt flutters around his fingers and he allows himself to moan softly at the feeling. He knows you must be close, your little tells hadn’t changed after all this time. The way your thighs jump and tremble to the way your hot little cunt gets so messy. You’re creaming around his digits, he can see the way white slicks his knuckles.

You’re muttering nonsense, feet kicking the bed helplessly. He wants to chastise you for moving around so much but he knows you can’t help it. With how tight you squeeze around his fingers, he knows you’re dangling precariously over the edge.

All you need is a final push. The fact that you need him to send you over, need him to do something for you to cum is a rush.

You watch with wide eyes as he puckers his lips suddenly and noisily spits on your cunt. It lands on your clit and in seconds, his thumb is rubbing it in.

The entire thing is too much and you cum with a breathless cry. His arm pins your hips down, keeping you from moving around too much as you thrash, cumming nice and hard for him as he works you through the high. He slides his fingers out and lightly circles your clit, easing you down as you shudder and whimper before finally falling still.

You’re panting by the time he removes himself from you, allowing you to close your thighs as the feeling of vulnerability washes over you again.

He can feel your eyes on him as he stands. Suddenly, you’re sitting up and wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Hey--” he’s ready to force you to lay back down, eyeing the burning scar on your back but he’s cut off by you tugging at him.

“Don’t go,” you whimper and he softens immediately, running his hand through your hair.

“I’m not,” he responds quickly but you still don’t let him go.

He opts to begin stripping himself despite the fact you’re still clinging. Once his upper half is bared, you look up with wide eyes. He can see the way they sparkle at the sight of him and he nearly melts.

Cupping your cheek, he pulls you in for a kiss, allowing you to tug at the materials adorning his waist until he’s finally as bare as you. Keeping you locked in a kiss, he carefully lays you back down in bed, cupping the back of your head as he does so.

He easily handles your body, pulling your thighs open again so he can slot himself between them. Your knees press into his ribs and you cling to him once more, as if you really believe he’s just going to leave you.

“‘S okay,” he breathes softly, pecking your lips a few times, “‘M not leavin’...”

His words begin to slur together the further he gets dragged down into the lust. He ruts his ips forward and you both sigh when the underside of his cock finds your core. His hips work slow, passing over your folds as he slicks himself up with the mess he’d forced out of you. Every time he grinds against your clit you whimper into his mouth, thighs jumping at the overstimulation.

It makes him want to tease you, to torture your poor, sensitive little cunt and to hear you cry out for mercy as he forces you to cum over and over for him.

But that would have to wait for another time. Right now, he wants nothing more than to be with you, to indulge in your love.

You reach down before he has the chance to, wrapping your hand around the base of him. He pecks your lips again before he looks down, allowing you to guide him inside.

You stretch to accommodate him, the width wider than his fingers had stretched you. But the burn feels deliciously familiar. You keen and whine the further he pushes inside.

He watches how more and more of him disappears, groaning at the feeling of you pulsing hot around him. Before he bottoms out, he suddenly pulls his hips back until just the head is left. His length is glistening from how wet you are.

“So messy,” he spits softly, licking his lips at the sight.

“Mhm,” you whine, hands grabbing at his biceps on either side of your head, “‘S for you.”

Your little confession has him cursing under his breath, sheathing himself inside you in one smooth roll of his hips. As his hips meet yours, you let out a sweet cry that he eagerly swallows as he kisses you.

“‘S mine,” he whispers against your lips. You nod and whimper as he fucks you in earnest.

Though Xiao can keep his touches and kisses soft, as soon as his cock is inside you, he can’t help but use you however he wants. You always love it, however, the way his cock has your mind going blank is otherworldly.

Though you had never had any other lover, you knew that you would always be ruined for anyone else. No one would ever make you feel the way he did, the way he so easily made you cum undone. The soft, filthy words he whispers to himself, as if you’re not even listening. Hissing vulgar things through clenched teeth, like your cunt makes him go feral.

“So tight,” he mutters, eyes still locked onto where the two of you are connected. It’s like he’s entranced, hypnotized.

“Xiao!” you cry out, tossing your head back, “‘M close, please, jus’ a lil more!”

He huffs, changing the angle of his hips just a bit. You squeal, knees knocking against his sides as you begin to squirm.

“Too much!” you cry out, hands pressing against his chest as your body is racked with stimulation.

“You can take it,” he huffs, grappling your wrists in one hand to pin them above your head.

He uses the leverage to fuck that spot harder. Every time he sinks in, he rolls his hips, making sure to grind against your clit. Tears build up in your eyes as you sob, entire body trembling but unable to get away from it as he pins you down with his body.

“Cum,” he orders breathlessly.

And you do.

He groans at the feeling of you squeezing around him tighter than ever. He slows the movements of his hips, the tightness making it difficult for him to keep his pace. He rocks mindlessly into you as you tremble and cry through the intense orgasm.

Before you can recover, he’s releasing your hands and sitting up, gripping you beneath the knees before pinning them to your chest. Neither of you care about your injury, you don’t even feel anything but pleasure anymore.

“No, no, Xiao!” you sob, remembering all too well the damage he can cause in this position.

He shushes you and presses down on the back of your thighs, pulling out until just the tip is inside. You hold your breath, eyes wide as he simply fucks the tip in and out.

You wait for the inevitable, biting your lip as you tremble. He waits for you to release the breath you’re holding. Though he’s not looking at you, he pays attention to every minute detail about you.

When you finally let out that soft little exhale, he swings his hips down, sheathing his cock inside. Your legs kick in his hand and your hands slap helplessly against him but he pays it no mind. He continues pulling his cock out before quickly stuffing you nice and full again.

“‘S too much!” you sob, tears trickling down your cheeks. He ignores your weak complaints, knowing you want it just as much as him, “I-I’ll make a mess! Xiao!”

He groans at your warning and nods his head, “Touch yourself.”

It’s a cruel little command that you can’t help but obey. He can see your hand is trembling as you reach down to swirl timid little circles around your clit. He watches, bottom lip caught between his teeth at the sight. Your walls hug him tight as you continue the circles in time to the deep, penetrating intrusion of his cock.

“Xiao--” you gasp, quickly abandoning your task to press your hands against his hips.

“Stop pushing me away,” he spits, slapping your hands off of him.

“It’s too much!” you repeat your complaint.

He huffs, “You can take it. You’re almost there.”

He meets your gaze after a moment, taking in the wide eyed, open mouthed look on your face. The pressure in your core intensifies and your whole body begins to tremble. Your hands return to his body, though they wrap around his biceps once again, nails biting into the skin. You leave red lines across the green of his tattoo. He hisses at the pain but it doesn’t deter him.

Though your eyes are open, he’s sure you’re not seeing anything but stars.

“You’re gonna cum,” he mumbles, he takes one of your hands and laces your fingers together.

You blink up at him and sob his name. He softly shushes you, tenderly kissing your forehead as if his cock wasn’t stuffing you full.

“‘S okay,” he whispers into your hair, “C’mon, give it to me.”

You cry out his name again, your free arm wrapping around his neck, scratching his back. He’s panting, growing close to his own end quickly.

“I know,” he whispers, knowing you’re overstimulated and wound too tight. The way you cling to him as if he’s a lifeline has him pressing the softest of kisses against your skin, squeezing your hand between his, lacing your fingers together. A reminder that he’s there to ground you, that he’s with you, he’ll get you through it. You just need to let go.

You go completely still for a split second before your back arches. He slips his arm beneath your back to hold you close, supporting you as you thrash and cry. You bury your face in his neck, muffling the lewd noises in his skin. Your hands grab onto any part of him that you can as he continues the same, brutal pace of fucking you.

“Ah!” you squeal, your orgasm dragging out for much longer, only growing in intensity.

He can feel it. The way you squirt, gushing around his pistoning cock. Every movement has you gushing over and over again, wetting not only your skin, but his and the bedding as well. Neither of you can be bothered to care about it, however.

“That’s it,” he coos, finally slowing after a moment.

Your entire body is trembling, harder than you had all night. He pulls himself away from you despite your desperate cry. He folds you back into the previous position and you sob, shaking your head.

He shushes you, the same as he had been all night, “‘S my turn,” he assures.

You relax into the bed, arms dropped on either side of your head. You watch him through lidded eyes as he begins to rock into you once more. He avoids grinding himself against your clit when he sinks inside, knowing it would, in fact, be too much for you right now.

He looked down at where you were connected.

Strings of your slick connected your skin and his every time he pulled back. Your cunt was puffy, clit throbbing in the aftershocks of the intense orgasm. A ring of white was at the base of his cock, a symbol of just how hard you had cum.

The mess you’d created made his cock throb. You were such a good girl, so sweet for him. He looked back up at your face, at the dreamy look on your face and he groaned.

“So pretty,” he whispers, his own blunt nails biting into the underside of your thighs.

You whine at the pain but make no complaints. He has half a mind to feel embarrassed as you watch him cum. Your hand reaches down to caress his chest and stomach as you feel him pulse inside you, the warmth of his cum filling you up.

You sigh, a happy sound that makes his heart warm.

Pulling out of you, you wince at the feeling of his cum dripping from you but neither of you comment on it. Instead, he leans back over you and presses his lips to yours once more.

Your hand tangles in his hair and he sighs, allowing you to hold him and cling to him for a moment. He feels you shiver and frowns, watching as goosebumps rise over your skin.

Suddenly, too sudden for your liking, he pulls away. You squeeze your thighs closed and subconsciously cover your breasts with your hands, watching as he climbs off of the bed.

He takes the rag he had used earlier to wipe your skin, to clean the mess that covered him.

You can feel your heart hammering so loud it makes your ears ring. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even acknowledge you as he moves around the room, slipping his clothes back on --though without all the accessories.

He runs a hand through his hair, straightening himself out before he heads to the door. You sit up quickly, eyes wide as you watch him open it. Before you can call out to him, he’s shutting the door behind him.

You’re left alone and feel a deep ache in your chest. You let yourself fall back into the bed, ignoring the soreness of your body as you tug the cover over yourself. The silence of the room is deafening, but before long it's filled with your sad, pathetic sniffles.

Mentally, you shame yourself for being so foolish. Even after so many years, you were just as naive as before. You can’t actually believe you’d been stupid enough to allow yourself to believe any of it was real. You’d gotten a taste of him once more, and now you were being punished for being so greedy.

It hurt to think that, just for a moment, you remembered what it was like to be loved by him.

You were so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t hear the door open again. You also didn’t hear his weary sigh.

He moved around the room, glancing at you curled up on the bed, assuming you had fallen asleep. His own mind was abuzz, processing everything. It was easy to fall into the rhythm, no matter how long it had been since he performed it.

He knew you liked a nice, soft cloth to clean you up. The harshness of a normal cloth was too much given how sensitive you always were afterwards. You would also no doubt be craving some water -- though he made tea for you instead. He wasn’t quite sure what you enjoyed about it so much, but he was more than willing to indulge.

When he finally moved to the bed, he sat down, placing the cloth and bowl of warm water on the table. He turned to you and tugged at the sheet, making you gasp. You looked over your shoulder and he frowned at the sight of your tears.

His heart lurched in his chest -- worry that he did something wrong, that he hurt you, or even that maybe you were feeling regret in accepting him back.

“Y-You’re back?” you ask it, sounding so pitifully broken that he can’t help but pull you into his lap.

You’re easily adjusted, allowing him to lean back on the headrest with you curled into his body, still sniffling and crying.

“Did you think I left?” he asks softly, petting your hair.

You solemnly nod and he sighs, “I’m sorry I just...I want to believe that you...But I…”

“It’s okay,” he assures, “I haven’t earned your trust back. But I will.”

“Xiao…” you whisper, looking up at him.

“Let’s just get you cleaned up, alright?” you nearly start crying when you see he had gathered everything he would have back then.

BY the time you’re clean and curled up in bed, you’re exhausted. The tea had made you nice and warm and as you snuggled against his chest, you began to doze. Though you didn’t particularly need sleep, your injury had weakened you enough to warrant it lest you get worse.

Xiao’s body is worn but he chooses to lay there in the darkness of the bedroom. He stares at the ceiling, listening to the sound of your breathing. He desperately wants to close his eyes and, for once, sleep as well. Just so he can experience sleeping with you again.

But he can’t bring himself to. He’s terrified that if he opens his eyes, you’ll be gone and nothing will have changed. He’s not sure if he would survive if all of this had been a dream.

So he stays awake until he’s sure.

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Paring: sniper mask x guardian angel! reader

Summary: being his guardian angel is tough :/

Tags: defilement, eavesdropping, corruption kink, glove kink, mask kink, cnc/dubcon(kinda), coercion, manipulation, clothed sex, creampie

wc: 2.1k

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“Hmm angel, you gonna tell me no? I don’t like the sound of that.”

You whines were music to his ears, how could he resist you after hearing you touch yourself to him a few nights ago, hearing your moans and whimpers a few doors down leaving him unbelievably hard. 

Knowing he was the cause after shamelessly teasing you for weeks, your poor little self probably didn’t even know what you were feeling. Even if you weren’t a virgin your mind and body forgot. 

You don’t remember anything before you came here, it getting even worse after you put on the mask. Not even remembering your name, him just calling you ‘girl’ until a few weeks ago.

“It’s your duty to take care of me angel.”  The same way he took care of you, seeing you in a corner surrounded by men with no masks, your frowning one knocked on the floor cracked up, trying to ignore it and go on about his day, but mind read you as okay. The first time he’s ever sensed that.

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hahaha the sexual tension between me n the checkout button for a cow print bikini?? crazy rn

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 there 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.”

SATORI-SAN IS HOT OMG

(He is VERY HOT now in the Shonen Jump magazine)