usagi

"Oh? And where do you think you're going?"

You really messed up this time. Something must have possessed you for you to believe that trying to sneak out of the house these two ruffians confined you in whilst they were home was a good idea. Sure, they left you unrestricted during the times that they were home, but that didn't mean you weren't being supervised.

In a sense you were like an unleashed dog running off from its owners on a walk around the block. Although it would be a hassle to take time out of their day to retrieve you, they'd still do it in a heartbeat because you mattered to them. That didn't mean that it wouldn't still entail punishment; they couldn't just let you off the hook after pulling an immature stunt like that.

And the worst part was that you weren't surprised that you were caught red handed whatsoever. Dazai had eyes and ears everywhere. How foolish could you possibly be thinking that he wouldn't catch on with your little escape plan? Hell, you didn't even manage to make it past the welcoming mat before you were stopped dead in your tracks.

It was frustrating beyond belief how nonchalant he seemed about it, because you knew damn well that he was just as livid as his partner, Chuuya. Only difference was that Chuuya was visibly smoldering with anger, whereas Dazai just sported a condescending grin that had vexation written all over it.

Stood at the bottom of the stairs near the door, you cowered away from the two seething males like a cat, coincidentally backing yourself into the nearest wall. Good going. It felt like your heart was pounding out of your chest with all of the nerves you were feeling, because you knew you were royally fucked. These two certainly didn't play nice, not even with their beloved girlfriend.

It was hard to shake off their blazing glares burning holes into your figure. You couldn't tell if Chuuya was about ready to either eat you alive or tear you to shreds. Either way, he'd at least be quick in his movements; it made him the lesser of two evils. Dazai would probably take his sweet time in tearing you apart, relishing in the way your face would contort in agony. It really shocked you that people called this man a masochist.

"I-I'm sorry! Please, don't hurt me.." You whimpered, hugging your body as if it would provide protection from the two males staring you down like a piece of meat. It really sucked that you were even stuck in this position in the first place. Your relationship with the two boys started off pretty innocent, but there was a point in time where they lost trust in you for whatever reason. Their insecurities poisoned your "unbreakable" bond, driving them to lock you up and hide you away from the public eye.

The mischievous pair both shot each other a look, before Dazai calmly approached your cowering figure. He wrapped his slender fingers around your wrists, forcefully pulling them off of their spots on your sides. "Dear [y/n], you're not gonna get out of this with just a tap on the wrist.." Dazai trailed off, giving his partner a chance to finally butt in. "We've been way too fucking lenient with you. It's about time you learn your place." The hotheaded male barked, watching as you automatically flinched at the increase in volume. However, it wasn't as if you could instinctively hide your face in your hands. Not with Dazai forcefully prying them apart with his iron grip on each wrist.

Before you could retaliate, Dazai was already carrying you bridal style towards your shared bedroom with Chuuya hot on your trail. Yeah, shared bedroom. With all three of you. Every single night you'd be sandwiched between the two, with Chuuya hugging you from behind like a teddy bear, and Dazai with his lanky arm draped over your side and head sitting atop yours. Even without any technical forms of restraint, they still offered you no opportunity to slip from their grasps whilst they slept.

After taking a seat on the edge of the king bed, Dazai bent you over his knee within a fluid movement. Meanwhile, Chuuya sat adjacent to Dazai in order to wrap his fingers around your jaw and forcibly tilt your head upwards towards his. You could feel your blood rush to your cheeks in embarrassment. The fact that there were two of them getting off to this only added insult to injury.

"Ahh, I'm going to have to take your bottoms off, my darling. You've been quite naughty, haven't you?" Dazai purred into your ear, unable to contain the smirk that stretched across his face at the sight of his partner glaring you down. His snarl made him look like a feral animal foaming at the mouth. It almost tore your attention away from Dazai wrapping his lengthy fingers around the elastics of your shorts and panties, pulling the clothing articles right off of your body with one harsh tug.

"Osamu please—" Your pleads were abruptly cut off by Chuuya's free hand swiping across your cheek, causing an ear deafening smack to echo through your ears. It took a second for you to process the stinging sensation left on your skin.

However, before you could really brood on it, Dazai's calloused hand was already gently rubbing on the skin of your lower cheek. It may have seemed like a loving gesture, but you knew all too well what it entailed. The way he ran his hand over your rear rivaled the way a nurse would wipe your arm before injecting it with a needle. It was merely preparation for the real thing.

Words couldn't describe how agonizing it was anxiously awaiting Dazai's next course of action. It wasn't as if you could anticipate when it would come, not with Chuuya forcing your head in place with his fingers digging into your jaw. All you could do was pathetically stare into the shorter male's eyes as you idly stood by.

Chuuya, however, had a perfect view of your rear end and could easily predict when Dazai would finally begin your dreadful punishment by watching him finally swing his open hand down towards your ass cheek. "Count." Chuuya's stern voice overlapped with the sharp sound of Dazai's hand delivering a hefty smack to your rear. A shrill yelp escaped your lips at the all too familiar burning sensation.

"O-One.." You stuttered, feeling slightly intimidated with Chuuya's gaze burning holes into you. There wasn't anything you could do to avoid it with the way his hand locked your face in place. You had no other option other than to stare into your tormentor's eyes as his partner assaulted your rear end with his large hand.

By the time that Dazai had delivered the final blow to your rear, you felt hot, salty tears pouring down your face and onto Chuuya's hand. Nine spanks must not have been enough for him, judging by the way he made you count to ten. The reddened skin of your ass cheek felt like it was on fire with the burning sensation Dazai had inflicted upon it.

A small smirk tore across Chuuya's face as he finally let go of your aching jaw, diverting his attention towards your previously assaulted cheek. The way your skin rose ever so slightly in the form of a vibrant, red handprint left his cock twitching in his pants. It seemed that Dazai for once shared the same mindset with Chuuya, seeing as his clothed bulge was poking onto your bare leg. They had to be joking. Wasn't humiliating you by holding you down and bruising your ass under their scrutiny enough of a punishment? Your body would probably give out if they kept going at this rate.

Unfortunately for you, these two men were insatiable and held absolutely no regard for how you felt. They'd dish out any type of punishment that they deemed necessary; you did this to yourself, anyway. They weren't holding you at gunpoint when you pathetically tried scampering away from them. Everything that you did was all on your own accord.

Dazai ran two fingers along your folds from behind, tracing the sensitive skin in a V motion. Meanwhile, Chuuya was unbuckling his trousers whilst staring you down with a menacing grin tearing across his face. This was just great; your most sensitive parts were being rubbed and prodded at like a toy, and your mouth was about to be used as a fuckhole. That damned smile on his face told you everything you needed to know.

Whilst you unintentionally rubbed yourself against Dazai's thigh in order to create friction, his slim fingers dipped into your needy hole, automatically evoking a sharp gasp from you. Chuuya took advantage of your parted lips and slipped his erect cock into the warm, wet caverns of your mouth. His lengthy cock felt foreign in the confines of your mouth; his length never looked like something you'd be capable of taking without gagging, but the aching pains he left on the back of your throat after bruising you with his tip proved otherwise.

"Take it like the good little whore that you are. You like that, gagging on my fat cock while getting your pretty little cunt fingered at the same time?" Chuuya grunted, tangling his fingers into your sweat permeated hair. Your lack of responsiveness seemed to tick Dazai off, because he suddenly began pumping his fingers in and out of you at a hostile pace, sporting a distinctive glare that would most definitely send chills running up your spine had you been able to see it.

What were you supposed to do? It wasn't as if you could speak with a massive cock stuffing your mouth full and a pair of fingers knuckle deep inside of you. All you could really do to help your case was focus on breathing and try not to gag. Chuuya was already infuriated enough.

It was when Dazai began palming your clit and curling his fingers on that spongy spot inside of you that you began to feel the coil in your stomach begin to grow tight. It was unbelievably difficult to contain yourself with Dazai's fingers continuously curling up against your g-spot, and Chuuya's swelling tip hitting the back of your throat at a bruising pace. 

Tossing all rational thoughts to the side, you felt yourself clench tightly around Dazai's nimble fingers. However, once your hips stilled on his hands, preparing to release your juices on his fingers and coat them with your slick, his movements completely ceased. What?

"Aw, [y/n], did you forget? Bad girls don't get to cum." He mockingly cooed into your ear, watching as Chuuya forced your head in place in order for him to shoot ropes of cum into your wet cavern. Thanks to the sticky substance flooding your mouth, rendering it impossible to breathe, you weren’t given a chance to sulk on the absence of Dazai's fingers.

You did, however, notice him abruptly drag your hips towards the center of the bed with him, forcing you to release Chuuya's cock from your mouth. It barely gave you enough time to frantically swallow his seed. But you knew damn well that if you spat it out on the sheets, Chuuya would simply make you lick up your mess like a mutt.

This was all your fault. None of this would have happened if you had just stayed in your lane and knew your place. If you had just been obedient from the start, you wouldn't have to whine at the feeling of Dazai's tip prodding against your weeping hole. You wouldn't have to cast your eyes towards the floor whilst Chuuya jacked himself off at the sight of his partner slowly easing himself into your tight hole. Hell, you'd probably be cuddling up with the two on the couch right about now if you had just listened like a good girl.

"Fuck, look at you. Do you like getting used like a fleshlight? Because that's all you're good for." Chuuya spat into your ear with malice lacing his tone. If you weren't so hung up on the feeling of Dazai vigorously pummeling into you from behind, you would've been hurt by his harsh words. 

"O-Osamu— please, slow down!" Asking him to stop was out of the question. The most you could do to defend yourself was to at least try and get him to alleviate his bruising pace. If he continued at this rate, his palms would end up leaving dark contusions on your hips and his ferocious thrusts would weaken your lower body strength, immobilizing for who knows how long.

Alas, your pleads fell upon deaf ears as Dazai only fastened his feral pace. "Ahh, keep singing for me, my darling!" The bandaged brunette practically moaned, relishing in the lewd mewls and keens that fell from your lips. Within every moment that passed, your walls would hug around his cock even more tenaciously. It would only be a matter of time until his end neared.

The once silent room was now filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping, synchronized grunts, and pathetic whines. Chuuya finished himself off a lot quicker than Dazai, as he pumped his throbbing cock one last time before spilling his seed. However, this time his aim was towards your face, his fluids permeating your skin and a bit of your hair.

"Lick it off." Chuuya ordered in a stern tone, admiring his grotesque handiwork from afar. He made a complete mess of your face, his cum smudging your makeup and dribbling down your chin. You made a pathetic attempt to stretch your tongue out and lap up whatever remaining cum you could reach on your face.

It wasn't easy to pretend that you couldn't see the triumphant smirk etched across Chuuya's face as you halted your movements, overwhelmed by the feeling of Dazai's tip hammering your cervix. If it wasn’t for your cervix blockading your womb, he'd probably be fucking that as well. With each bone breaking thrust, it felt like he impossibly reached deeper into the constricting walls of your cunt.

It was when Chuuya forcibly melded his lips with yours in a viciously hungry kiss that you finally broke, your cunt clamping around Dazai's cock, lubing it up with your slick. As you rode out your long awaited orgasm, Chuuya swallowed your gasps, exploring your wet caverns with his skillful tongue.

"Are you trying to drain me dry? Very well, you call the shots, [y/n]. I'm sure you would look a lot cuter with my baby in your arms." He cooed, training his eyes on Chuuya's contorted expression as he rapidly rocked his hips against yours, almost as if aiming to shoot his seed as deeply as possible inside of you. "You shithead! I'll cum inside 'er too once you finally get off!"

In any normal case, you would've tried stepping between them by now. But their clashing of heads meant nothing when Dazai's twitching cock was readying itself to empty its contents inside of you. God, you weren't ready to be a mother. You didn't deserve this. You didn't—

"Osamu, let me go!" You began wailing and screaming, but it was to no avail. It wasn't hard for Chuuya to shut you up by forcing your face down into the mattress with the simple shove of his hand.

With one last hostile thrust, bottoming out inside of you, Dazai shot his load into the fluttering walls of your cunt, completely draining his balls directly into your womb. He painted your insides white with each thick spurt of cum. "Ahh, sorry, what was that?" He taunted before reluctantly dragging his cock out of the twitching walls of your heat at an agonizingly slow pace. Once he finally pulled out of your weeping cunt, he watched with utter bliss as his semen began pooling out of your quivering hole.

Without another word, Dazai tucked his cock back into his pants and began to retreat from your trembling form. However, before he stepped out of the room, he shot Chuuya one last glance, watching him flip you over and throw your useless legs over his shoulders. "Try to make it quick. I know you have the freakish stamina of an animal but I'd like to feed our [y/n] some dinner before bed, okay?"

"I'll do what I want, shithead!"

atsumu has always been quite full of himself, so he can’t help the cocky grin that tears across his face when he peaks over your shoulder and finds you posting on your blog dedicated towards himself and his twin. he’s clearly not one to care much for fangirls, seeing as he dubs them as ‘squealing pigs’ whenever cheering him on, but the fact that it’s you just gives him an unneeded ego boost.

as for osamu, whilst he’s not quite as cocky about it as his twin, he’s still pretty pleased to find that the feeling of admiration is mutual. on any normal cirsumstance, the apathetic wing spiker would be utterly repulsed by the idea of someone running a fan blog in his name, but you’re quite the exception.

letting your admirtation for their talents become explicitly known was a terrible move on your end, because now the twins practically expect your worship at this point. they rely on your praise like puppies wanting to please their owners, but at the same time snap at you if you don’t give them the validation they wholeheartedly believe that they deserve. whilst they’re suckers for your attention, they’re not at your mercy and you certainly aren’t in as much control as you’d like to think. if anything, these two use your admiration to their advantage.

don’t think you’ll ever get out of attending any of their matches or games. now that they’re in on your dirty little secret, they’ll drag you to each and every one of their games and expect your undivided attention as they compete with the opposing team. if they find you doing even so much as stealing a glance from any of the other players, be it from their own team or their opponents’, they’ll be sure to take initiative. osamu will whisper threats towards the said player into your ear and atsumu will act upon them if need be. you wouldn’t want that guy ending up with a swelling black eye just because you looked his way, would you?

this sicko gets aroused by just about anything that ends in your torment. his cam shows will escalate from him tying you up and fucking your brains out, to him beating you to a bloody pulp. what adds the icing on the cake is when he uses your battered and bruised body as a fleshlight once he’s done blowing ruthless punches and kicks. kuroo takes using and abusing to new extremes.

your body’s marred by ugly purple bruising, whilst your back is completely scraped up from being mercilessly thrown to the ragged ground in nothing but your flimsy undergarments, just waiting to be torn off of your body. if you were actually allowed to leave the vicinity, someone probably would have assumed that you had just gotten jumped by multiple thugs. but alas, it’s all just your prince charming, kuroo, beating the ever living daylights out of you all for his stupid little cam show.

choking — nico soaks in the sight of those doe eyes of yours practically rolling to the back of your head as he wraps his slim fingers around your throat, squeezing and cutting off the airway. he’ll leave a macabre necklace of purple contusions in the shapes of his fingers. and he definitely won’t allow you to try and cover up the markings with any sort of clothing or makeup because he’s awful like that.

breeding — don’t get me wrong, nico is not a family man whatsoever, but the pure look of fear upon your face as he hammers your cervix and readies himself to cum inside of you is absolutely thrilling. the thought of tying you down to him sends blood rushing to his cock.

drugs — nothing beats fucking your brains out whilst you’re too zonked to comprehend what’s happening to you in nico’s opinion. sometimes he’ll even lace your green with other drugs that’ll cause terrifying hallucinations. he gets a sickening kick out of rearranging your insides whilst you’re too busy worrying about being on the brink of death thanks to the horrifying hallucinations.

degradation — this one’s an obvious one. you can easily deduce that nico has a superiority complex with the way that he constantly treats you as if you’re below him. he’ll force your head into his pillow and drill your aching hole with his throbbing cock as he fires insult after insult into your ear, inevitably turning on the metaphorical faucet behind your eyes and making you cry. your tears, however, only egg him on. you’ll be a bloodshot, tear stained mess by the time that he’s done with you.

exhibitionism — it’s not that he gets off on other people watching you two, but rather the thrill of being caught with his cock balls deep inside of you in a public space. nico is as possessive as it gets, he doesn’t want some street scum to feast their eyes upon all of your bare glory. that being said, he still wants everyone to know exactly who you belong to. fucking you on each and every surface possible, be it in public, is the best way to do so. it’s really just an internal battle he has with himself, because whilst he wants the world to know that only he gets to defile you, he doesn’t want to give anyone the liberty of seeing the lewd expressions you make whenever he hits a sensitive spot. those expressions are strictly reserved for him.

there’s nothing that turns ukai on more than seeing his favorite little manager clad in nothing but a skimpy school uniform. it’s not as if you’re wearing the skirt wrong or missing any buttons on the blouse— the tight fabric just hugs your curves and does way too much justice on your body. not too mention how unbearably short your skirt seems to be. he could only imagine what you’d look like with nothing but your black knee high socks on squeezing your thighs, kneeling on all fours just for him. day after day, his insatiable lust for you only grows stronger. it isn’t long until he decides to act upon his needs and fulfill his own filthy desires.

he does this by cornering you into the gym’s storage closet after practice hours. you can hear the annoying chirp of the crickets lurking outside when he pulls this stunt on you, it’s so late. you shouldn’t have put so much trust into the coach, because he took advantage of your careless vulnerability and cornered you where nobody could see nor hear you. you’re all alone, save for the perverted coach with a raging hard on before you.

“you’re really trying to tempt me with that slutty outfit, huh?” a complacent smirk covered ukai’s features as he spoke. you look so weak and puny beneath him, it does nothing but harm your current case. looking up at him with pleading, begging eyes only causes the small tent in his pants to grow into an unsightly buldge.

you turn your head and press your cheek to the cold flooring in order to avoid ukai’s enigmatic gaze. “this.. this is inappropriate. please, sir, get off of me—”

you’re abruptly cut off by the said male’s hands rapidly tugging down the hem of your skirt, soon following with your panties, the last piece of fabric barricading you from his lustful gaze.

flashing you a devious grin, he forcefully pries your legs apart in order to catch a glimpse of you in all of your bare glory before aligning himself up with your quivering hole. he must’ve taken his cock out whilst you were spacing out, because you didn’t remember hearing his zipper coming undone or his trousers sliding down.

on surface level, ukai is nothing short of a chill guy that anybody would want to have as their mentor. hell, he was one of the few elders in your life that had genuinely earned your trust. so why did he have to break it by pulling a stunt such as this? what possessed him into thinking that shoving his monstrous girth into the heat of your untouched cunny was a good idea?

you feel like you’re being torn apart from the inside of your walls with each and every bone breaking thrust. it’s not as if you can push him off of you or get him to stop, he’s ten times stronger than you and most likely has the keys to the closet. you’d only be digging your grave further by using aggressive means. you have to either pathetically beg him for mercy, or lay idly whilst he continues to ravage your innards.

unfortunately for you, you don’t have much of a choice in the matter. even if you let out an entire mantra of pleads, they’ll simply enter one ear and go out the other. ukai seems to treat you like nothing but a lifeless sex doll when he defiles you, completely shutting out your cries and wails as if he simply cannot hear them.