Hello,,, If U Need Me I Am Currently Out Of Commission

hello,,, if u need me I am currently out of commission

you definitely give me kiyoko and akaashi vibes baby !!!

🥺👉👈 thank u mommy dora ily very much n my lil heart went fluttery over this aksjdkdkdkf 🥺💖💖💖💖 kiyoko n akaashi have such like... good vibes... lil tears of happiness are streamin down my face hsjskslskdd

tell me whose vibes u think i have?

pls i just want them all in my mouf thank u

down below.

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?

I think we should cancel Osamu for setting unrealistic standards of hotness for business owners everywhere and for having nice titties

osamu better send out an apology on onigiri miya official social medias

oh my god cloud m shaking

house of wolves. ✗ fushiguro megumi.

“woe to the deer who is courted by the charismatic wolf.”

ᴊᴊᴋ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ.

content warning: 18+ content including implied age gaps, housewife!reader, mentions of toji + daddy kink, misogyny, dubcon, cucking, pseudo incest if you squint, infidelity, rough sex, condescension, degradation. breeding.

“So daddy, huh?”

You nearly drop the glass you’re drying off. The polished glass would have exploded into glittering shards if you hadn’t regained your composure.

It’s shameful how the word alone causes your face to heat up, considering it fell from Megumi’s lips and not Toji’s. Nonetheless, visions of the bigger man hovering over you with his hands splayed over your knees, keeping your legs nice and spread take over your mind. It’s obvious in the way you suddenly brace yourself on the edge of the counter. Megumi scoffs at the pathetic display. Just like his father would.

“It’s bad enough that he brought you in here and made you some sad, little housewife,” He continues cooly. The lack of emotion in his voice has always put you on edge, “but now I have to deal with you crying for daddy in the middle of the night, too?”

What is he expecting? For you to stand up for yourself? Or perhaps, it’s the tremble in your thighs that he wanted to see? After all, the latter is more inevitable than the former when it comes to you.

He steps closer, close enough to press his chest to your back before his hands find your hips, beneath the layers of fabric covering you. A sundress and a simple frilly apron, paired with nothing underneath because Toji doesn’t like when anything, even flimsy lace gets in the way of his desires.

“Megumi, we shouldn’t—” You breathe, turning your head to meet the deep blue of his irises. Your eyes flit to his lips, a thin line quirked upwards at the very edge. His features mimic his father’s perfectly, but the deceivingly delicate look he has is unmissable.

“Shouldn’t what?” He muses, “I haven’t suggested anything. All I’ve done is touch you a bit, and you’re already questioning your faith.”

You’re breathing becomes ragged. The slow, deliberate breaths rattle in your lungs while your mind races. Are you really this easy? You can’t deny the heat that covers every inch of you, or the tingle in your fingertips. Much like Megumi can’t deny his hardening cock that’s nestled between your thighs.

A mistake— you consider the way you push your hips back to create some friction against your puffy, drooling cunt a mistake. Despite the evident mess of your arousal that transfers onto Megumi’s pants.

“You might as well beg me for it.” Every word is growled. All you can do is sigh his name in response, and lean over the counter a little as you struggle to keep yourself standing upright in the haze of your arousal, “Daddy got himself a whore of a wife.”

“‘S not true...” You finally retaliate. You don’t recognize your own voice. So small and weak, and absolutely no match for the man defiling you as he presses your face against the counter.

“It is,” he hums, lifting up the hem of your dress to expose your glistening cunt now that you’re properly bent over the surface beneath you and ready to be put on display. “Nothing but a whore. I don’t even need to get you ready. Used to being used, huh?”

One second you’re sniffling over his harsh words, and the next you’re moaning. Melting into the cool counter top as the blunt tip of his cock teases your hole, before he stuffs himself inside of you to the very hilt, making your hips knock into the edge of the counter and your toes curl against the floor.

“‘Gumi!” You slur when he wastes zero time and immediately begins fucking into you with a sense of vengeance you’re not familiar with.

“Shut the fuck up,” A hand presses down on the back of your head, keeping your face down and smooshed as drool slips past your pouting lips, “You’re too fucking noisy— that’s what got you here.”

Here meaning fucked senseless by your husband’s son. After that, you tune him out. You focus on the feel of his throbbing cock rubbing up against your tender walls, hitting each spot that makes your legs kick up a little every few seconds. The feel of his hands controlling your every move, between keeping your pretty face down and making sure you can’t run away from his thrusts with a nasty grip on your hip.

Toji’s cock is nearly monstrous. It’s long, fat, and causes you to feel painfully full. Whether he bothers to prep you or not. You still cream all over him, but Megumi’s... it’s almost perfect. A mind numbing combination of length and girth that leaves you hanging off of the edge with every stroke.

You’re bordering on incoherent by the time your cunt flutters around his cock, warning him that you’re ready to cum as if your broken babbles aren’t enough, “Gonna cum, ‘Gumi. Please, please—”

“What are you begging me for?” He grits through his teeth, “You don’t even know, do you? Cum on my cock if you want to so bad.”

With the way you writhe following his command, you’d think you’re burning from the inside out. You claw at the now warm, sweat slick marble under you, slamming your hips back into Megumi’s as your orgasm sweeps away the last of your inhibitions.

The sight, the way your cunt suffocates his cock and grips him like a vice brings him right to the end with you. A subdued groan from behind you is all you hear over your own pounding heartbeat.

“I may knock you up before my old man gets the chance to,” He grunts with one final rut of his hips, hanging his head to watch his hot cum gush out of your abused cunt and around his cock.

ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪsᴛ.

@suhkusa @pebblechan @miyasbaby @kuroosusagichan @ohjiro @arixtsukki @amortentiaxo @cosmickeiji @ukais12thkid @claireisabiscuit @greasywall @4k0taro @zukuroo @kentoruu @sheireenyx

avert your eyes its soft dora hours ahskshs

Hi ains!!!! Ummm, I got a request for the boys, whichever ones you want, and either them or the s/o gets babyfever and how they would react please. Like the boys get babyfever how would their s/o react or vice versa or both if you want. I love your writing so much, it’s really calming to read. My heart always longs for them to be real 😔

HAIKYUU BOYS WITH BABY FEVER

characters - timeskip!miya atsumu, oikawa tōru, iwaizumi hajime, sakusa kiyoomi, kuroo tetsurō

a/n - plsssss i love requests like this >:( tysm for the request my love mwah hopefully i did it justice <3

☾ ATSUMU it was in the supermarket, feeling his heart warm as he watched the child in the cart next to him giggle as they reached for him - a hopeful smile and tiny fingers and miya atsumu feels his own smile bloom when he looks at you, because he can’t help but picture that same child’s eyes looking maybe just a little more like both yours and his, maybe they’d have his hair and your laugh, hopefully your heart too. thinking of the same super market trips but with the addition of baby food and milk formula and his hand feels warm holding yours. he turns again to look at the baby - watching it wave goodbye as it’s parents leave the isle and he smiles because his hand still feels warm intertwined with your own, turning to kiss your forehead gently with a mumbled love confession under his breath as he hopes that in a few years, maybe months, he’ll be speaking that same “i love ya” for two.

☾ OIKAWA laughs as he makes a face at the child in the restaurant, heart warming when the same child lets out a cheerful laugh before clapping their tiny hands, his eyes flicking to you as he notices the way your eyes are instead locked on him - your chin in your palm and your lips upturned and he swears he feels his heart stutter, imagining that same look of love as it grabbed for him from your chest - chestnut eyes like his but there’s a fire in them like yours. his heart rate quickening at the thought of three dinner plates at the table instead of the usual two, tiny fingers clasped around the ring on his fourth finger - forever, he thinks. that same childish giggle from the table over bringing him back to reality as he smiles back at you, hand reaching for yours over the table as he imagines how a giggle similar would sound mixed with yours.

☾ IWAIZUMI feels his cheeks flush as he looks down at the child wrapped around his leg, he chuckles as their mother approaches from behind and apologises before lifting their son from his leg “you alright there big guy?” theres a teasing tone to your question, probably noticing the dusting of pink on his cheeks but he doesn’t mind, because he knows if he turns around he’ll be met with a familiar grin as you try to stifle your laugh but he’s always thought the image looked a lot like love, iwaizumi feels himself flush brighter because maybe it’s that imagine that helps him realise that he hoped his future looked a lot like that, like you - a toothy grin similar to your own except smaller as it clings to his leg, you being the one to pick them up but instead of an apology there’s an “i love you.” and a smile, and as he turns to be met with that same one - he can only think it looks like forever.

☾ SAKUSA watched you sway with your neice, your eyes a little tired from baby sitting but there was a softness that seemed to follow you - smile gentle, humming a love song that hes sure was the one that was playing on the radio during breakfast this morning, but he thinks he prefers the way it sounds like this. your eyes meet his as you giggle, offering him the baby as you watch the panic in his face for a moment before it’s replaced, he’d decline but he knows you’d smile and he’d melt again, just like he always did. his hands uncharacteristically shaky as he reaches for the baby, shuffling to get comfortable as he looks at you - is this okay? but when he sees that smile that still makes his cheeks flush he knows it’s better than that. looking at the child in his arms and then back at you - he can’t help but agree that maybe this, felt just like it was supposed to.

☾ KUROO smirks as he watches you grin at the baby infront of you two at the store, a childish giggle ringing through the air and his heart warms because yours follows. his thoughts moving to a house, no - a home, probably one too many pillows on the bed but its fine because at that moments it’s a bed for three, three sets of kitten slippers tossed haphazardly to the side, one pair half the size of the other two and again, his heart warms - probably some kids show on the tv but hes watching you, smiling just like you are now with his child, your child on your lap, amber eyes, another childish giggle and then again comes yours but this time it’s his own that follows. his own heart beat bringing him back as you smile up at him “everything okay tetsu?” his smirk reappearing, wobblier this time, laced with teasing but also love “everything’s perfect kitten.”

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!

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 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.”