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Cigarettes: Oikawa, Osamu, Sakusa, Kageyama, Atsumu, Iwaizumi

God this is soo good, so so good <3 love this acc so much

okay so like, virgin!reader having sex with sugawara and once he slides in his cock is just too much for her little cunnie and it stings so he coaxes her through it as he continues to push in, praising her and telling her how good she is for him , slight dacryphillia cause sugas a kinky lil shit.

*head in hands*

— cw ; dacryphilia, pain during sex, possessive sugawara, soft dom! sugawara

he looks so pretty above you, his hands are placed on either side of your head, you can feel the muscles in his back work as he leans down to press kisses against your mouth.

there’s slight trepidation in the way you move, shaky hands touching his chest, fingers splayed out against him.

he knows you’re nervous, but the way you’re so receptive to his touches, makes it hard for him to not fuck you.

the fact that he’s the one who’s touching you like this for the first time, he’s the one who’s going to map out the naked parts of your body, his cock is the one that’s going to split you open for the first time has him dizzy.

you whine, finally, giving him the okay.

he sinks down more, lips trailing past your mouth to suck marks against your neck.

“be good for me, okay?” he whispers, his beautiful voice husky with need.

you nod, biting your lip as he moves his hand down to guide himself against your cunt.

the feeling of his cockhead against you is so good, the weight and heat of it has you gushing out some more of your arousal, helping him pop the head in.

sugawara hisses, feeling your virgin hole clench as he pushes in some more, it’s all so so good.

you’re whimpering, your hands that were still pressed agaist his chest pushing out just a little.

he lifts his head from your neck, looking down at you.

he can see the way your lip is held against you teeth, eyes wide and wet.

“oh baby, it’s okay, it’s okay. i know it hurts.” koushi comforts you, his own eyebrows down turned in worry.

he knows it hurts you, but the nasty, disgusting part of him hiding back revels in the way you’re squirming, he knew there would be discomfort, he knew when he fingered you for the first time that your tight little pussy wouldnt be able to handle the girth or length of his cock.

you whine once more, biting back the pain in favor of seeing the concerned lines iron out from his face, you breathe in once, slowly moving your hips up against him.

“thats it, you’re doing so well.” he sighs watching your thighs tremble as you push up against him, slipping more of him inside you.

but he stops you, pushing a hand against your tummy to steel you down onto the bed, he’s the one who’s going to be in charge of how much and fast you take him.

he does love the enthusiasm you’re showing, knowing you’re putting a brave face to please him.

it makes him think you’ll be such a good fuck for him, he’s going to have you trained so nice, he’s going to mould your cute little cunt so he’s the only cock you’ll ever be able to take well.

he finally shifts his hips so he’s sinking down into you, that hand against your tummy pressing down slightly, the effect it has on you is immediate, you’re practically yelling out his name, unable to move your hips he’s in control of it all.

you’re crying at the final stretch, hiccuping while the tears stain your face, his cock is so fat it has you clenching down, but it only furthers the sting you’re feeling.

he can feel the tension, knowing he has to remind you to calm down.

“hey, cmon relax for me, i’m almost all the way in.”

he’s kissing you again, murmuring against your lips just how much he loves you.

you do as your told, knowing he knows what’s best.

when you do, it gives him room to finally, finally press his hips against your own, balls resting so nicely against your ass, the pressure of his lower body pressing against your clit too.

the euphoria of it washes away the sting, hes grinding against you, the smoothness of his pelvis basically rubbing your clit raw.

you feel like you’re going crazy, eyes not able to focus on his pretty face anymore, hands moving to grab at his biceps, this is a feeling you’ve never felt or been even close to feeling.

“koushi, f-feels so good. it feels so so good.” you sob, clenching at every jump of his dick.

“more.”

you didn’t even notice the word slip out of your mouth until he rocks back, slamming down into you for the first time, following the rhythm that has you arching off the bed.

he thinks it could be a mortal sin the way your now ruined cunt is still leaking out arousal, he doesn’t think he’s ever had a pussy so responsive.

and of course it doesn’t take long, or much, to have you cumming.

he thinks you look like an angel with the fat tears rolling down your face, panting out nothing more than his name. so cute in the way you’re shaking, knees coming up to press against his body. he simply holds them back down, cooing at the way it looks like you’re trying to get away.

“feels good doesn’t it?” he groans, but you can’t hear him.

it’s all hazy, but he fucks you through it, slow and steady.

he knows you’re good when you finally exhale, no longer clamping down on him like a vice grip.

“there’s my pretty baby.” he smiles, kissing the freshly fallen tears.

“was that good?” he asks, and you nod.

“t-the best.” you keen, knowing he’s still hard and heavy inside your poor pussy.

he lets out a laugh, once again pressing his nose against your neck.

“you going to let me fuck you as a reward for making you cum like that?”

you can’t help but shiver at the way he says it, filthy words masked by such a pretty voice.

“yes, please.”

it makes him smile, hearing you say it like that. with a need to please him.

he holds you close while he fucks you, drills into you, using everything he has to fuck you nice and stupid.

it’s intense, using you like this, but he knows you love it with how you’re clawing at his back, holding you close.

Cigarettes

Based on the LOVELY @shoyokuns post found here (with their permission of course)

Lmao this got wayyyyy longer than expected, very h word

Warnings: (Intended as consensual but could be taken as non so I’m putting this on my DC list to be safe) Sadomasochism heavy, D/s in parts, human furniture sorta, pet names, mentioned (but desired) punishment, exhibitionism, begging (for it), f!reader, please read with caution

I just picked a couple characters from each category because I couldn’t make up my mind.

I’m so tired lmao I’m sorry for typos

Starts after the cut so I don’t hog your dash

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Get It to Fit

Takes place in my college au where iwa/kawa/reader are attending the same uni and dating

Description:  Oikawa is just too long to get balls-deep in your pussy usually, but he's determined to change that today. He and Iwaizumi thoroughly fuck and ruin every bit of your body, making you just a thing for them to unload in.

This one is hella nasty lol

Warnings: f!reader, threesome, established relationship, BDSM, Size Kink, Cock Warming, Clothed sex (sorta), pet names, bondage, cum play, cumshot/swallowing/sharing, spit kink, degradation, creampie, light breeding kink, dirty talk, light dehumanization, dumbification, vaginal sex, oral sex (m!receiving), aftercare!!!!! Again, don’t do this stuff without proper negotiation and aftercare and safewords/actions

Sometimes, it really hits home just how fucked up you are, letting them do this to you. It makes your cheeks burn brighter than before, like a sunburn that fades down to your collarbones. The embarrassment is something you can’t voice, but they know you feel it every time you embark on a new sexcapade.

Oikawa is just slightly bigger than Iwaizumi in height, but he’s a few inches bigger dick-wise. You joked once that it was the gods making up for him not having an ass, and your ass was sore for a whole day from his retribution. You revel in it.

Issue is, while Iwaizumi fits balls-deep in your pussy easily, Oikawa can’t always bottom out. Sometimes he prefers your ass for that reason, and you both enjoy that arrangement, or rearrangement as your guts would say. But he’s been mulling something over for a long time, and he confronted you with his idea today.

He and Iwa and you all three had a day off. It’s rare, but it’s a Saturday so there’s no classes, and somehow your work schedules aligned perfectly too. So what better way to spend it, according to Oikawa? Watching a movie together. It’s nostalgic, since you all were at your weekly movie night when you first decided to date, and the first time you three fucked. You shouldn’t have been surprised, really, when he and Iwa brought out the cotton rope.

Fucking riggers, you think to yourself as you squirm. They’ve got you trussed up and immobile and sat deep over Oikawa’s cock, like a fleshlight. Your job is to keep his cock warm during the whole film, “Like a good girl,” Iwaizumi said.

Your legs are spread wide over Oikawa’s on the living room couch. Iwaizumi is to your right, just lounging into the pillows. Strong arms hold your waist from behind. They’re both fully dressed, which makes you more bashful to be fully naked, and you only stop squirming from it when Oikawa lands a harsh smack right to your thigh.

“Hold still, I’m trying to watch the movie,” he says, but his hands wander just enough that you know he’s busier watching you. His fingers skim over your stomach, the delicate ties over your hips, tug at them a little to the one on your clit stays tight enough to almost hurt. Iwaizumi is no better. Every time you glance at him, his eyes are on the screen. He’s so nonchalant. But occasionally, a strong hand will creep over and twist one of your nipples until you gasp, which makes Oikawa slap your thigh again in punishment.

The cock inside you isn’t making this any easier. He’s hard, but too big to take in, so you just get to fully sit your weight on a cock that’s pushing against your walls, gravity making the stretch painful. You can’t help the twitches of your cunt, trying so hard to gain satisfaction from the pulsing, burning dick spearing you, but Oikawa isn’t fucking moving til this movie is over.

Iwaizumi yanks on the rope between your legs to push a much louder moan from you as the rope upbraids your clit again, and Oikawa whispers in your ear.

“You know why you’re sat on my fat cock, baby?” he says, and it’s only halfway through the movie, but he and Iwa aren’t even trying to make it look like they’re focusing anymore. You shake your head.

“I want you to take all of me today, you’re gonna stretch out all good for me so I can finally fit inside.” His big hand presses on your abdomen, hips angling back to push his dick forward against your stomach so he can feel the head poking through your skin. He thrusts up, once, and you feel his cock knock into his hand and press your skin thin, and it sends your back arching into him. “It’s about time you let me bash that cervix in, little slut.”

Iwaizumi pushes his hand away so he can feel your stomach, and Oikawa presses you harder down, so you’re already crying out from the pain. But it’s so good somehow, the pain making you want more pain, more pleasure, more of his cock. You have to bite your lip to keep the pleads in, eyes tight shut.

“Fuck her Shittykawa, I want to feel you.” Iwaizumi says it, though you can barely absorb the words.

“Yes sir,” Oikawa purrs back, and then his hips are bucking, and he can’t get any deeper but somehow he manages, your whole body moving with him since he’s at a dead end. You feel the dick in you pressing harder against Iwaizumi, who’s pushing back hard enough to make you lightheaded. He spreads his thick fingers apart like a peace sign and the men both groan lowly.

“Fuck, baby,” Iwa swears.

You bring your head up from Oikawa’s shoulder and look down as best you can, and you can see how thin Iwa’s fingers are stretching the skin on your belly, just so you can see a big cockhead poke up. You almost orgasm on the spot, your legs twitching and head tossing back again as you moan. You know it’s fucked up, all the shit they do to you, basically using you to fuck into. But the agony they give you also gives you the knife edge of sharp ecstasy, stabbing your guts like Oikawa’s cock is.

Iwaizumi is almost in your lap with his he’s leaning over you, watching you tremble while Oikawa stills again.

“Trying not to beg, brat?” he coos, coming between your gaze and the ceiling. His fat fingers push into your mouth, and your tongue wraps around them without question. You’re almost mindless with it already, too busy feeling your walls flutter around your other boyfriend. His expression changes from sadistic to biting his lips trying to hold back a noise. You feel his hips rock and he shuts his eyes against the feeling.

It takes effort but you lift your head again to look at what made him get so affected. Your eyes are greeted with Oikawa’s hand wrapped around Iwa’s now free cock, rubbing just below the head. Iwa’s trying not to buck into it, because it’s just a dry fist and can’t feel great, but the hand moves a second later to spread your lips and delve inside a finger at a time. You can taste the salty musk of Iwaizumi, and you moan when all four fingers thrust in and out of your mouth, slathering them with your saliva. You work hard to cover the whole thing, every inch. Iwaizumi watches raptly while your mouth is thrust into, and he follows the hand when it withdraws. Oikawa spits into it before wrapping tight over Iwaizumi’s cock, which is throbbing at your display.

“Like that, Iwa-chan?” Oikawa moans into his ear, drawing out his name like a moan. “Both our spit mixing for you, to make you feel good so you can fuck my hand?”

“Shut the hell up,” Iwaizumi grunts, fighting a losing battle to stay still. You understand, hips rotating on Oikawa at the sight of Iwaizumi stripping his shirt off and grinding his hips, humping into the warm, wet fist supplied. His muscles ripple and he huffs little sounds full of sin. “Yeah? Feeling desperate for it huh?” Oikawa taunts, and Iwaizumi doesn’t have an answer beyond making their lips meet in a soaking mess of a kiss.

Seeing them so bothered is driving you wild, now lifting your hips as much as you can, only centimeters, and dropping down on Oikawa’s long dick. The pain has you gasping again, but with how much you’re dripping, you’ve crossed into the headspace where pleasure is pain and pain is pleasure and everything is bliss, and when you tilt forward your pearl is touched just right by the rope, and when you hear Oikawa moan into the kiss and feel his cock slam into you, you’re fucking gone.

Iwaizumi is taken by the sight of you coming apart. “Dirty slut came from watching us huh? Like the cock that you can’t take, bitch? You enjoying this?” he babbles. He may not last long either. Oikawa is still bucking into you, throwing you straight into overstim territory and groaning as the tears leave your eyes.

“So fucking tight, baby, so so tight,” he says between throaty groans in your ear. You can tell he switches to looking at Iwaizumi, still a beauty humping his cock to get off, head poking out of Oikawa’s fist on every upstroke. “Iwaizumi, come on her face.”

Iwaizumi is on his feet on the couch cushions before you know what’s happening. You open your mouth, asking for him to fuck your throat through your teary gaze, but he shakes his head. He props a foot up on the back of the couch, stroking and staring down at your wrecked body. “Next time, baby, but just leave your mouth open. Let me...” his voice is trashed as he is, so close, “I wanna paint you, taste it for me.”

You stay how he wants, you and Oikawa watching the sexy man above you, biceps and forearms bulging at the movement, hips pressing to fuck his own hand. Oikawa leans his head back next to yours. “Me too, Iwa-chan,” he says, licking his lips. “I want to eat it.”

At that, Iwa spreads his legs wide and kneels on the back of the couch over both of your heads. You leave your mouths open, Oikawa pinching your cheeks to widen your lips to get as much as possible inside. It stings but you don’t protest, wanting to be useful. It doesn’t take more than a few minutes for his breath to hitch, eyebrows furrowed, teeth gritted, keeping his eyes open to watch. Strings of sticky come spurt from his twitching head, first hitting your cheeks, next in Oikawa’s mouth. Iwa strokes harder and lowers to your mouth to give you some too, and you close your lips over the head and suck, and he bites into his hand to muffle his oversensitive cries. You get a nice drink of his come, and that’s all you wanted. Oikawa leans over you, cheeks full, and you know he didn’t swallow his yet.

You and he angle your mouths together so Iwaizumi can watch as you push his come back and forth. It’s gross, drool and semen mixing and you slurping to gather it all up, licking over Oikawa’s chin to catch any remnants, and he cleans your cheeks of it to add to your French kiss. It doesn’t taste great, but you crave it, and you nearly forget about how full you are until Oikawa thrusts shallowly against you again. You gasp so loudly that you lose some of the come, and Oikawa tuts at you.

“Messy brat,” he says, and pushes all of his mixture into your mouth so he can clean up your neck. You have to focus hard on keeping the come in your mouth, cheeks full as you make eye contact with Iwaizumi.

Iwa is totally wrecked, blush coloring all of him, hand tight over his base. He can’t stop staring at the raunchy picture you and Oikawa make with every movement, worshiping and playing with his come.

Oikawa’s full mouth finds your nipple, and he sucks it in to swish the semen around it, and you gurgle through the mouthful you’re holding. Iwaizumi tilts your head back, pushing a thumb in your mouth until you open for him to look inside. Your eyes tear up when Oikawa bites hard into your skin, and Iwaizumi groans.

“I want a fucking picture of this,” he says, “of you two whores.”

You’re so aroused you can’t think, you can’t even fucking function. You feel like a thing for them to use like this, and you want them to keep using you forever, and oh my god you feel so fucking good just holding one’s cock and the other’s come like a good little receptacle that you’re clenching over Oikawa.

“So pretty,” Iwa swears quietly, sincerely, and the only thing keeping you still and quiet is that if you move or moan, you’ll lose the gathered come.

Oikawa pops off your chest, having collected all the spilled semen and thoroughly punished your soaking nipples, which cool from the air around. Iwaizumi puts his fingers there to feel them harden and to pinch them himself, jolts of pleasure making it even harder to keep your load in your mouth.

Oikawa’s ruffled, messy hair covers your vision when he leans over you too. He spits the rest of the come into your mouth, wipes the back of his hand over his lips. “You’re holding that so well, little slut.”

Iwaizumi nudges him to the side, and you can see him gathering saliva in his mouth before he spits it harshly into yours. “There, now you have all of our spit to mix with my cum.”

Oikawa is kissing the column of your neck and his hands are playing with your labia, around where he cock is still lodged. “Don’t you love it? Tell us how you love it.”

You can’t even make a sound with your mouth this full, so you just gurgle with it.

“Answer us, whore,” Iwa says, slapping your thigh. You’re making nosies deep in your throat, but that isn’t what they asked for. It’s impossible. They just love watching you splutter full of cooling, sticky fluids, struggling. Desperate. While Oikawa starts rotating your hips over his twitching cock, enjoying the scene, Iwaizumi plunges two fingers into your open mouth. He feels along your tongue and stirs the mess up, making you taste it more. You whine at them as best you can, totally at their mercy.

“Fine, swallow baby. You did well,” Oikawa allows.

You close your mouth around Iwa’s fingers to swallow the gunk, which takes several tries from the sheer volume. As soon as your mouth is clear, you cry out at how hard Oikawa is thrusting into your stomach again, going hard now that you can’t spill anything. Iwa is hard again from your torment.

“Time to kick it up a notch,” you hear Oikawa’s sexy voice say before you’re moved to the couch on all fours. Iwaizumi moves to make room for the movement. He sits in front of you, legs spread and stroking his cock again to enjoy the show.

“You know, you can get so much deeper like this,” Oikawa says, and proves it by how he sinks another inch in your dripping, aching cunt. You bury your own face in the cushions to muffle your scream, it hurts but it’s so intense and you feel so, so full, like there’s not enough room in your gut. His plush head shifts at his rotation, sticks against something deep inside you, and your eyes rocket open. Your jaw drops when he grinds his cock into it, eyes rolling.

“That’s your cervix little slut, feel it? Feel my cock slamming at it to make you open up more?” Your hands dig into the couch, back arching to feel it more. “Oh, you like that don’t you?” His voice has become placatingly sweet. “You pitiful thing, so empty all the time.” His hips pull back for the first time tonight, and slam right back into the space his cock vacated, hitting your apex hard enough to make you scream into the cushion again.

And again.

And again.

The pace Oikawa sets is the most brutal you’ve had to endure from them, but you’re dripping down your thighs at how good it feels. You can’t focus your eyes to see Iwaizumi inches in front of you from how hard their crossing, screaming from the rough pounding.

Oikawa leans over you, holding your hips and yank you back into his fucking. “You love this, don’t you? Tell me you love it,” he orders.

“Love it! Oikawa, Oikawa I love it I fucking LOve IT please,” you beg, insensate, voice trembling as much as the rest of you.

“Good, goooood, good fucking girl,” Iwaizumi groans, and you can hear the wet slapping sounds of him jacking off again. To the sight of you getting absolutely hammered. That makes you all the more worked up, more than the cock stabbing at the furthest point of you.

“Finally got balls deep, just to find out you’re a slut for it.” Oikawa always talks when he’s coming undone, ranting whatever fantasy, fucked up shit crosses his mind. “If I was trying to impregnate you, this’d be it. My come will pour right up in here,” his hand pushes on your guts again, and you both shudder at feeling his dick poke through again, “my sweet whore, and it’d have nowhere else to go but into that womb of yours. Want it? Wanna soak up my come and keep in in you for me? Be useful, be a good girl?”

Your sloppy lips and fucked-stupid mind can’t form full sentences, and you barely sound like you’re speaking a language when you moan and stutter over your begging. He’s thrashing your pussy too hard to expect coherency, and boy is he not getting it; you jolt like you’re electrocuted with every fuck, every word, feeling like you’re coming constantly. Oikawa’s pounding has the ropes tightening into your skin, rubbing you raw like his cock is, grating your clit and you scream when you come.

“Oh I love it, I love when you scream, I love you my good little slut,” he grits out between clenched teeth from the compression of your insides on the full length of his cock. “Coming-coming-come=urgh,” he groans.

He wasn’t wrong.

You feel the warmth spill into a new space, creaming your insides even more uncomfortably full. You must be frothing at the mouth, you think, because you can’t think, only feel.

Oikawa moans and rides out his post-orgasm on your abused, puffy cunt. You can feel him hit what must be the internal bruises, and it makes you want to go again, but you know you’d pass out for real at anything more.

Iwaizumi pets your hair back from your face. “Move, Shittykawa.”

Oikawa pulls out, and he makes a pleased noise at the sight of his dick. “She bled on me, look at that Iwa-chan,” he says behind you, and Iwaizumi whistles. You don’t have the energy or brainpower to react.

Oikawa squats on the floor by your head, muttering praises and thanks in between delicate kisses. “You took me so well, thank you sweetie. Hold on just a little more for us.”

You brace yourself just in time for Iwa’s thick cock to push into your throbbing insides, sinking so slowly. You feel his fist let go of the base of his cock when he’s deep enough for it to interfere, and you bite the fabric in front of you to be able to bear the sensations flooding your overused body. You feel every inch, every pulse of his blood, lubed up by Oikawa’s come in your slit.

Two deep, punishing strokes that have you yelling through your makeshift gag, and there’s more semen coating your insides. You scream at it, body tensing so tight you force his to stop fucking your vag through his aftershocks. Oikawa tries to stabilize you by continuing his whispers, but the feel of Iwa pushing against your resistance and fucking you anyway is too much for your fucked brain to handle, and you come again totally untouched. This orgasm hurts so fucking bad that you drool, you love every second, and Iwaizumi is moaning loud at how tight you’re choking his dick. You can’t tell what’s happening for a few minutes. You’re seizing, and drool pools on the couch between your teeth, soaking the fabric.

You come back down when someone undoes the last knot holding you immobile for their use, and two mouths press gently and slowly on the red marks left behind. It doesn’t overwhelm you, luckily, just brings you peace and some deep breaths later, you’re human again.

Praises come quietly from both parties, thanking you for pleasing them and for being so good, and you thank them in turn when your tongue cooperates. The first thing you do is wind your fingers in each set of hair, hauling Iwaizumi’s face to yours for a sweet, loving kiss. Then you swap him for Oikawa, whispering against his lips, “I loved taking your full cock, baby, thank you for bruising my cervix.”

You had to say it, and your cheeky smile makes Oikawa blush.

Iwaizumi laughs lowly. “You blush at that? Stupid, you just spouted all kinds of filth.”

“That was during sex! That’s different!” he pleads defensively, pouting. Iwa kisses it away. It’s all in good fun, so you three rib each other some more before moving the party to enjoy a nice, long bath. Hopefully that way you won’t have to feel the pain every time you sit for the next few days.

You feel it anyway, though. It’s a radiating soreness. Every time you sit down, you were thrown back to memories of hearing sexy groans while your cunt was broken open, and it makes you love being able to still feel it.

“We have to fuck that deep more often”, you send to your group chat.

Iwa replies almost immediately “I second that, Oikawa do it again so I can watch her scream.”

Oikawa replies just as fast. “Your wish is my command~ ;)”

You reply with, “Our neighbors must hate us by now.”

Iwa-chan: Lmfao yeah they do

Oikawa: At least they know our names B)

You blush really hard in class that day, and when asked why, you just hide your face.

prompts: being tied up by tsumu and suna + “oh we’ll show you how it feels to be submissive, just sit back and watch. don’t make a sound, yeah?”

wc: 1075

warnings: smut, restraints, oral (m. receiving), fingering, spit, pussy spanks, daddy as a title, unprotected sex

a/n: @atsumuse​​ and i did a live collab on the dash as a mini event and wrote this lil bebe 💗

You were always told that your smart mouth would get you into some trouble.

Joke’s on them, your smart mouth landed you exactly where you want to be, naked and restrained, perfectly laid out for two of the hottest professional volleyball players in the country: Suna Rintarou and Miya Atsumu. Your wrists and ankles are tied to the bedposts with Suna on your right side, sitting on the edge of the mattress lazily stroking his cock, and Atsumu on your other, tucking your hair behind your ear and trailing kisses from your earlobe down to the base of your throat.

Kind of the opposite of a problem, really.

“Are you ready to behave now, slut?”

You nod and Atsumu’s fingers find your nipple and twist, making you yelp as his movements progress to open-mouthed kisses on your neck, sucking marks into your skin. Squirming in your confines, you gasp as he murmurs in your ear, voice deep and commanding.

“Wanna try that again?”

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A Place for Everything, and Everything in Its Place

Okay so this is the first work I’m posting from my ao3 account

Takes place in my college au where iwa/kawa/reader are attending the same uni and dating

Description:  Being naked, tied up and gagged in a men's gymnasium bathroom is a new and exciting experience. You're waiting while your boyfriends finish up another college volleyball game; you're going to be a surprise treat for Iwaizumi, letting him use your cunt for some much needed stress-relief. Oikawa won't be far behind, either, and you get to be their helpless little slut. Be careful, though, or the rest of their team may hear.

Warnings: exhibitionism, bondage, BDSM, vaginal sex, f!reader, pet names, hair-pulling, slight degradation, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, asphyxiation, breathe play, aftercare!!! Don’t do this shit without negotiation and aftercare.

18+ only

You can hear the crowds cheering from outside the bathroom. Cleats squeaking across floors, the dull thud of volleyballs hitting hands or the ground, screams and yells echoing. It’s a big game for your university’s volleyball team, but they’re favored to win. You hope they win with every fiber of your being. From the cheers of the pep squad, it seems like the boys are doing well, luckily.

It’s cramped in the bathroom stall. The furthest down from the door in the men’s gymnasium locker room. It’s humid, and chilly, too, so you were a bit uncomfortable, but that was mostly because you don’t have clothes on. Your bare nipples stiffen from the stifling air around. The door is only shut, not latched, which only adds to your spiking anxiety. Anyone could enter.

The ropes are starting to numb you a little, but you will admit they’re tied very well. One wraps around your right forearm, binding it to the handicapped bar on the side of the stall. Your knee is tied to that elbow, holding it up and away so you have to balance sitting on the toilet seat. Your other arm is bound behind you to a collar from your neck, making you keep your arm twisted back or suffocate. That combo was bound to a cloth gag, firmly between your teeth, and your lower back had a loop tied to the tank. Only your left leg was free, and that you had to spread to the side for balance or risk falling. Every movement is a dangerous game of tilting back and forth on the seat. You try not to shift at all or make any noise.

Time leaks by in small drips with nothing to distract you. Only beige, tiled walls to stare at, and the yellow light from long ceiling fixtures bounding off the metal door. At least it was mostly clean, as clean as a men’s bathroom could be. It smelled of stale sweat and socks. But eventually, you hear the screams and stomps and chants of a victorious crowd, and your heartrate skyrockets as you hear your team open the door to the locker room. You tug on the ropes instinctively; there’s no give. The men chatter and laugh and slap each other on the back, and you hear the captain praising the star setter.

Oikawa Tooru.

“Where’s the girlfriend? She’s usually here to cheer you on.” The captain says it to Oikawa, wince he’s more talkative, but it’s also aimed at Iwaizumi Hajime.

“Ah, she’s pretty tied up today and couldn’t make it,” Oikawa deflected. Ha-ha, very funny.

“Too bad, I know you love it when she’s here.”

You can hear that infuriating smirk in his voice. “Yeah, we really, really do.”

As they chat, some people walk away to the showers to clean off, and other’s step into the toilet area. With every set of footsteps headed your way, adrenaline pulses harder through your veins. Your gag is soaked through, drool turning cold on your jawline, shivering from either fear or excitement or the chill, or some combination. Only one person uses the last stall.

Iwaizumi Hajime opens the door and freezes when he sees your shaking form. You worry even more, scared someone will catch sight of you. All trussed up and sweet for Iwa, bound and docile. There’s even a helpful note written on your abdomen: “Fuck me, please”. There’s more words in colorful paint pens, like a raunchy work of art. “I’m a slut” “Fill me up with your cock” “I need it” “Property of Oikawa and Iwaizumi”.

Iwa is speechless. He drops the towel he had to mop up the sweat at the back of his neck, then his cheeks dust red. He closes the door behind him, and you relax for just a moment, head bobbing down. This tugs on your arm and you wince. The ace walks closer, gets in your face.

“Shittykawa left me a present, huh?” he whispers, right into your sensitive ear. You shake your head.

“No? I think you’re lying.”

His big hands come to rest on your thighs, and you try to move your free leg to close them, but you throw yourself off balance and end up abrading your wrists and neck. You try so hard not to make any sounds, but a teammate shouts over.

“You good Iwaizumi?”

He looks at you with those black eyes of his, a warning to shut up in the squeeze of his hand. “Yeah, all good,” he calls back.

You have to open your legs again or risk making noise, but to Iwa, it just looks like you’re spreading them for him.

“Naughty girl,” he chastises, but his smile gives away his pleasure. “I’ll thank Oikawa later.” He presses a kiss to your temple, and you flinch at the soft feeling. His hands are quick about finding the space between your thighs, the sensitive, leaking pussy that’s been neglected til now. You flinch even harder at that, head jolting, pulling harder on your twisted arm. This time you fight down the gasp to avoid being caught. The men outside are still talking about the game, having no idea about a slut stuck on a toilet. The idea is as thrilling as it is scary.

Iwaizumi notices your restraint and rewards you with a peck over your gag. “Good girl.”

His calloused fingers rub over your inner labia gently, stroking until they part on their own, but all at once pushing two fingers deep into your pulsating insides. You have to focus on being quiet when he probs at your walls, scissoring his fingers apart for a cursory stretch so he fits inside you at all. It doesn’t last.

His ball shorts come off with his underwear. Iwa runs a hand over the droll slipping down your neck. He’s already half hard before he wraps that hand around its girth, using your spit, stroking slow over a flushed head and a vein running along the side. Him and Oikawa both believe in not having sex before a game, you know this, so he’s raring to go at the sight of your leaking cunt, of you at his mercy in such a public way.

He’s staring at your body as he jerks off. He’s clearly thinking, but you can only guess as to what about. You feel the slickness seeping from you and expect it to get cold, but with Iwaizumi so warm and sweaty from the game in such a tight space with you, the air gets warmer and warmer. His touch is heating you up, too, and the smoldering look in his eyes. They never leave your body. You feel heat rise in your skin, so unused to the deadly focus he levels only at volleyballs. Like a predator.

He’s fully stiff, and grunts like he’s made up his mind about something. Two huge hands grab your hips tight enough to bruise, and he’s tilting up, and up, and you almost shriek as you tip backward. You narrowly avoid smacking your head on the toilet as your hips are lifted higher than the rest of you, leg and forearm still held tight to the bar to the side, which spreads you wide as possible for Iwaizumi. You’re almost totally upside down, which makes you want to struggle, especially as your arm pulls down on your neck from gravity. Some of you is supported by your ties to the wall, but Iwa has most of your weight. Your forehead almost touches the flush pedal by the tank, that nasty rusted thing. It only riles you up more.

Iwaizumi doesn’t give a damn. He’s busy angling his aching cock between your folds, rutting against you again and again, smushing his head against your clit while he tries to part you with only that. The pressure on your pearl is electrifying, and you bite down on the cloth in your mouth. You shouldn’t but you want him inside, inside inside inside inside in-

His dick finally aligns, after a torturous eternity, and he’s balls deep half a second later. Your eyes roll back at the sudden bashing, surprised no one noticed the loud shlup from how agonizingly wet you are for him. It takes a lot of effort, but you twist your head up to look at Iwaizumi even though it strangles you. The sight has you clenching over his hot girth.

He’s bitten right through his lip, eyes firmly focused on where your folds flutter around him as blood drips from his mouth. He’s still flushed from the game, sweat dripping from his biceps and trailing down his thick neck, high off of victory and ravenous at the state you’re in.

“Is this really a present for me? Or was it a present to you,” he asks, hushed tones. You can’t deny that you’re a wreck for him. You lose the strength to hold your head up, so you go back to being hung upside down. Just maneuvered however he wanted to stick his cock in you. Being used. His hips rock into you, not pulling far out to avoid letting his team hear just how wet you are, a slow grind of cock that brushes your clit every time.

There are footsteps right outside the stall. Someone is walking toward yours, and you and Iwaizumi freeze. You wonder if it’s Oikawa, but you hear his loud laugh from the lockers, and you know it couldn’t be.

The teammates shoes stop outside, you can see the shadows from under the stall. Your eyes are wide, praying he’d go away. No luck, he pushes on your door, cracking it-

Luckily, Iwa wraps an arm around your hips to support them while he slaps the door back shut. “Occupied, jerk!” he yells.

“Shit, sorry man,” the teammate replies sheepishly, taking the stall next door instead.

Meanwhile, your nails are digging right into your palms as your legs twitch. When Iwa shifted, he tilted your pelvis into the perfect spot, shockwaves of bliss coating your nerves. And him supporting you with one arm like it’s nothing, like you don’t weigh a pound to him, muscles bulging and rippling as he moves.

He looks at you, notices how affected you are and tilts his head in confusion. He faces you totally again, shifting his cock even deeper, and you have to push down on your own arm to cut off a moan by choking. You feel his cock twitch in you and whimper.

Iwa keeps holding you like that, balanced perfectly, and leans forward to put his other hand on the wall. He looms down, and now you can see his face backlit by the yellow lights as he grins like a devil at how needy you are. Dried blood makes a trail down his chin, adding to the disheveled and fearsome look until you’re shivering from a whole new reason.

“Like that, huh?” he asks, as if he couldn’t tell from how tight you are around him. He starts up the same motion as before, sill not drastic movements to keep his dick in that delicate spot in you, and you’re lightheaded from how great you feel. Or maybe from being upside down while a crazed man ruts you like he’s starving.

It’s becoming harder for him to stay quiet now, too, and he leans down to set his face on your chest to muffle himself. His lips mouth the soft flesh there, sliding his lips across to suck on a nipple, sinking his teeth in until you jerk in his hold from the sharp sensation. You feel him mouthing either praises or degrading insults around the flesh, leaving teeth marks while his hips’ rhythm makes a mess of your lower halves. You can feel his full, heavy balls slap against your asshole, slick from your pussy and his sweat. The door shutting as players file out drowns the noise, so Iwa deepens his strokes.

The orgasm you crave is just beyond reach, but you just feel like you’re climbing higher, and higher, and higher, on a never-ending course of ecstasy. Iwaizumi only gets thicker as he thrusts, stretching you out but simultaneously making you clamp down harder. Strings of your drool hang down from your gag. There’s no way you can hold onto a single thought right now, not with your cunt being filled by a beast like Iwa. He stops chewing on your bright red nipple, pulling back to blow on the saliva there so it ices over, and with a final thrust you’re convulsing in his hold, hitting cloud nine like a train.

Brain totally clear, you shudder and shake and accidentally cut off your air again. It’s lucky you did because there’s no way you could have stopped from screaming as he hammers inside, pushing you into overstimulation until he comes himself. Hips twitch against yours as he jolts out his high, semen pouring into your waiting body.

“Well that looks like fun,” you hear an annoyingly smooth voice say behind Iwa.

He turns his head to see Oikawa behind, looking at the scene he orchestrated perfectly. Oikawa steps inside and latches the door behind him, shirt already missing.

“You missed the first load I gave to our little slut,” Iwa informs him. You’re too busy shaking and sobbing from the intensity of the last round to care. Iwa’s thumbs rub circles into your waist as he rights you, blood rushing from your head.

Oikawa pushes your hair back from your face, puts fluttery kisses over your eyes to replace the tears until you can breathe easily again. You relax into their hands, at their mercy. “Mm no, I saw the whole thing. You’re lucky everyone left. Or did you want to get caught, naughty girl?” A sinister smile finishes his sentence, and you know you’re not done yet. A thrill of panic or excitement courses through you. At least now you won’t be caught.

“Fuck her again, Iwa-chan.”

The great king has spoken, and you know Iwa is perfectly willing to do what he says. He rubs his cock against your stomach to get back into it, balls hitting your aching clit, making you gasp every time.

“Sensitive already, huh?” Oikawa says, and the tone of his voice warns you he’s about to torment you. His fingers find your overused clit and pinch, and you cry out through the cloth, even more so when he rolls it. Your pained noises bring Iwaizumi back to full hardness quickly, and Oikawa smiles down at you like a villain. It’s hot, you’ll fully admit, but you’re too busy focusing on the dick about to push back inside you.

“Hold on,” Oikawa says, and slips a hand behind you. Fingers trail over your ass, smacking without warning just to see your eyes pop open wide.

“Sadist,” Iwaizumi accuses.

“Yeah, duh,” Oikawa confirms. He unhooks something at your back, and suddenly the rope over your stomach is detached. You arm is free from your collar a moment later, but he loops it tightly to the collar on the front before you can do a thing. You’re grateful for the change in position since that one was hard to maintain. Feeling comes back to your arm slowly, now curled by your chest.

Then the two men are shifting you around, and Oikawa is behind you, which makes you nervous. Your tied-up leg is stretched even further when Oikawa holds your back to him, making your free leg support you on the ground. You feel his firm chest press tight to you, heat from exertion radiating through to your core. He addresses Iwaizumi with a peck to his lips.

“Fuck her like this, yeah?”

Iwa didn’t need to be told twice. He tosses his jersey over one shoulder with the opposite arm, flexing his muscles in the process, and really, he had no right to be that hot when you’re already so fucked out. He takes your thigh from Oikawa, lining up and letting his cockhead just barely brush your hole. He stays like that. You look at him inquisitively, wondering what he hell the holdup was for you being stuffed again, and you rock down so he slips into you another inch.

You get another hard slap to your ass, stinging with setter intensity. “Be patient slut.”

Funny of him to say when he’s rubbing his own cock between your ass cheeks through his shorts because he’s so on edge. With both men essentially teasing you, it was hard to not react, so you let your head loll back onto Oikawa’s shoulder. You allow your little moans to slip out, hips twitching from you holding back.

Iwaizumi hates holding back, so it isn’t long before you’re shaking from his powerful thrusts once more. He’s rubbing over your sensitized walls so well, texture dragging against your sweet spots, and you almost come again just from that.

Oikawa’s magic fingers really seal the deal when they seal over your clit with just the right amount of force. You let loose, muffled screams just urging them on, slick pouring from you over Iwaizumi’s cock. He, again, doesn’t give you a moments rest even with your senseless babbles through the gag. His lips mark up your neck while he takes out his aggression on you. You can’t even see, you’re so far gone.

You’re abruptly brought back to the land of the living, though, when a second soaked cock brushes your tiny opening. You shake your head, chest arching up and hips tilting into him, body sending wildly mixed messages. You don’t want to use your safe action for even a moment, desperately wanting to experience everything they have to offer you.

“Aw, sweetheart, you know you want this, right? I mean, look at how wet you are baby,” Oikawa coos in your ear. He’s totally right. A long finger slips in by Iwa’s dick, pulling backward toward your ass to lever you open, more of your come dripping out in the process. You can’t stop shaking.

“Look at the honey spilling out, Iwa-chan.”

Iwa lifts his face from your shoulder after a last hickey, just in time to see Oikawa’s soaked fingers near him. He follows the silent command and his lips part to clean up your mess presented to him, tongue slurping up and around each digit in turn. Oikawa twitches against you and decides he can’t take it anymore. Iwa slows down to let him in but never stops entirely.

A fat cockhead breaches your opening next to Iwa’s already thick shaft. You’re sure it can’t fit, and you shriek in surprise when he sinks two inches inside in a fast shove. It’s a steady progression from there, getting deeper every moment, and the air feels like it’s been stolen from your lungs at how open you are.

“Fuck yeah, feels even better Shittykawa,” Iwaizumi moans into your ear.

“Taking us so well, tiny little slut hole opening up for us,” Oikawa says, panting from the pressure of your cunt on the two invading dicks. It’s only a matter of time before they both bottom out, immediately moving back and forwards hard enough to jostle you around.

“Shocked you didn’t break open, brat.” Iwa tells you. He’s staring at your stomach, how it looks more rounded than earlier, and a firm hand presses down to confirm it’s because you’re so full of cock your guts had to move. You feel the pressure mount from the outside, clit twinging at the extra stretch of your flesh, and you pray they don’t touch it again. You might just come untouched this time with how good your pussy feels from their friction, your slick making the slide feel like a drug.

“Our good little cumdump? Noo, how could you doubt her, Iwa-chan?” Oikawa says, teeth gritting from focusing on holding your waist still.  His nails dig into your ribcage, thrusts increasing in power until you’re jumping from every stroke. “See, she’s made for this.”

Iwa nods, still feeling up your stomach, almost reopening the bite in his lip from pleasure.

You’re floating somewhere beyond reality, nothing but the cocks crashing into you over and over hypnotizing you into a lustful haze. Their chests compressing you tighter and tighter, Oikawa against the wall and thrusting up, Iwa crushing you both from his power. They kiss over your left shoulder, a deep French that gives you sloppy sounds right in your ear, driving you wild as they are. You’re all moaning and sweating, and your drool makes lines down your neck that Iwa chases with his tongue. Oikawa yanks at your hair to give him more space. His lips against your neck tingle like your scalp, and the difference between the two have you begging behind the gag. You want so much, so much you can’t articulate, and these men are giving it to you, every inch.

It doesn’t take long for you to be shaking apart at your stuffed seams. Oikawa switches to pulling and twisting your nipples while they work your cunt into a frothy mix, while Iwa sucks at a spot below your ear, and with a genuine scream, you almost black out. Everything goes blank white, ringing ears and twitching limbs and a cunt absolutely clenching and gushing around the thick cocks inside like it wants to keep them in.

The men don’t hesitate to pour all their come into your aching cunt, enjoying the spasms from your seemingly never-ending orgasm. It takes an eternity for your breath to calm, for your hands to unfurl, for your cunt to be loose enough they can slip out of you finally. Iwaizumi holds you close, Oikawa making shushing noises and petting your hair. You come back to earth from their pampering. Someone unties you completely, kissing along the rough rope burns and rubbing your jaw. It hurts, but their care makes it dull to a quiet throb, nothing compared to the punch your nethers took.

You think it’s Iwaizumi who picks you up to take you to the handicapped shower so you can all get clean at once. Your legs are nearly vibrating from exhaustion when they stand you up again, and you let them wipe you down. Iwaizumi is holding your weight for you, so Oikawa does most of the work. The strength to open your eyes reveals a kneeling Oikawa cleaning your legs reverently. He catches your gaze and sends you a winning smile, kissing your belly button. You can’t help but grin back, especially as the water streaks the paint over your abdomen. He picked aqua for their names, his favorite color.

They turn you so Oikawa can wash your backside, and you look up at Iwaizumi. The steam is flattening his hair spikes a little, and you grin at him too when his lips duck down to yours. Your tongue is heavy in your mouth, so he leads, a chaste smooch that makes your heart flutter.

Oikawa finishes up and steals a kiss from you himself, taking you from Iwaizumi’s arms so the man can shower himself properly. You curl into Oikawa’s warmth, thankful the showerhead was wide enough for you all to stay mostly beneath it. You don’t have the energy for anything yet but breathing with him, chests rising and falling in sync. His firm hands sooth the knots in your muscles from holding hard positions so long, making tiny noises fall from your mouth against your will.

When Iwa finishes, they switch, and Iwa cradles you to him instead. You see him watching Oikawa over your shoulder, so you turn too, and get an eyeful. Oikawa has his hands up sudsing his hair, water pouring down that pretty body of his, head tilted back. You forget the man could be a model if he wanted. Iwa’s hand tightens on your back.

You know Iwaizumi gets insecure sometimes; you all do, so you all try to help each other as much as possible. You take his hand and kiss his knuckles, looking up into his deep, dark eyes while you do. “Beautiful,” you whisper, and watch as the man who reamed you into the wall blushes. He is, really, and the blood rushing to his cheeks from your sincerity makes him just glow. It kind of makes your heart hurt, how glad you are to have them both, and you close your eyes and rest your cheek on his hand to bask in it.

You feel a little better now, and it just improves when Oikawa sidles up behind you to join the love. He kisses your head, then him and Iwaizumi share a longer kiss, sighing in content. Both your boys, happy and sated and in your arms.

“Guys?” you say, and watch their heads turn toward you. You grin at them. “Congrats on another great victory, I’m really proud.”

Oikawa beams. “A prize like that was all the congratulations I need.”

Iwa elbows him, and he whines “Iwa-chaaan!” but Iwaizumi placates him with another kiss.

“I can’t believe you two schemers surprised me like that.”

You chuckle. “You said you’d be down for it sometime, so we wanted to reward you for all the hard work.”

“Did you have fun?” Oikawa purrs to him, twining his fingers with Iwa’s. Iwaizumi nods immediately, then pulls you closer.

“Was that okay? I know we discussed this before, but I want to check with you.” Iwa’s concern always fills you with joy.

Oikawa seconds him. “That was really intense baby, you held up so well for us. But are you okay?”

It took a lot of trust and negotiation to hand them so much control, but the rush you got from it was incomparable. You nod happily to them. “Thanks for checking on me anyway, you make me happy.”

They both blush, but Iwa’s flustered and Oikawa’s ego is pumped.

“Are you two okay?” you check, “Everything okay?”

Oikawa gives you a dorky thumbs-up. “It was all good for me. Iwa?”

Iwa thinks a moment, a hand on his chin. He looks at you, a little hesitant. “…next time, I’d like to confirm you remember the safe-action before jumping in. It felt weird for me to ask halfway through when I know you know it well, but it’d make me more comfortable to triple check.”

You nod. “Okay, thanks for telling me. I know you have trouble breaking the scene and keeping us on track sometimes.”

Oikawa ruffled his spikey hair. “I’ll remind you next time to make sure.”

“Oi, Shittykawa-“ they grapple a little, smug smiles and giggles all around as they play. Oikawa hides behind you, but Iwaizumi tickles you til you squirm and surrender, then you grab Oikawa to offer up as a sacrifice in exchange, laughing as it’s his turn.

You admire them both, not subtly, standing soaking wet beneath the water with you. And, gods, your heart is full.

“Now come on, let’s go home and make tea,” you say, and when Oikawa gets loudly excited about it, he gets a soft smack to the shoulder from Iwa. You giggle at them and demand to hold their hands, happy you’re with these dorks. You wouldn’t change a thing.