#!manipulation

it doesn’t take much effort though to pin you against the wall, slipping your flowy silk pajama shorts to the side to prod his fingers in your drooling cunt. after a little bit of pleading no and slapping his chest, you go pliant against the wall as his rough fingers slip in and out of your drooling cunt.

“why didn’t you say yes in the first place? youre drooling, of course you want my cock. be a good girl and make me feel good.” he orders, but even if you do go against him, it wasn’t like you were able to stop him. slipping his sweatpants and boxers down, his hard cock slaps against his right thigh; too heavy to hold up its own weight.

you whine as he lifts you up, hooking his arms under your knee. you cling on out of instinct, wincing when he pushes his tip in.

“g-gao please, no! not now!” you sob and weakly slapping his broad shoulders. he says nothing, only pulling you closer and pushing his cock deeper. you cry into his neck, spit and tears soaking his shirt. with each sniffle, you smell the heavy scent of sweat from his workout.

once he has you fully stuffed with his dick, he glances at your puffy face. gao coos as you cross your eyes when his tip kisses your cervix. pulling you off from the wall, he starts bouncing you on his cock. your moans were nothing more but stuttery babbles and silent screams. you clamp down around him, already forming a white translucent ring around the base of his length.

“a-atsumu-ji, i dont think we should do this.” you whimper softly as his large hands grip your hip, moving your hips so youre dragging your clothed cunny on his thigh. as his calloused hands start moving under your blouse, you still keep grinding on his thigh.

“we shouldnt? then why are you still humping me like a little bitch? youre also wearing such a slutty outfit, what were you thinking.” he laughs under you and undoes your bra with ease, which makes you question how many times has he done this. you huff in embarrassment when he called you out, plopping your head into his neck as you continued to grind on his thigh.

atsumu was always so nice to you and bought you whatever you wanted when he took you out. he always told you not to worry about the price, saying professional volleyball paid well. you were spoiled by him, given more attention by him than your own parents. but of course when he sat you on his lap you were hesitant but meekly did what he asked. he gave you so much anyways.

“s-suna-kun?” you stutter from unter him. the fight, flight or freeze instinct kicked in and your whole body froze. as much as you were scared of him, this felt like out of a fantasy you had with him. but you felt like you were ready for this to happen so fast. his hand was already finishing up unbuttoning you shirt and you watched him in silence. he loosens his tie and your thighs try to clench close, but suna’s knee was keeping you from doing so.

he leans down and brings you into a kiss, running his free hand under your skirt. you kiss back a bit too eagerly, but he bites your bottom lip to slow you down. you shiver as you feel him touch the hem of your panties. you recognize those hands, the same hands from the train. but you were too nervous to say anything, not wanting to ruin this once in a life time opportunity. so you spread your legs open for him to let him feel you up more. rintarou leaves your lips and leans into your ear. “take off your bra, little girl. you wanted to show off to me so bad, why dont you impress me now?”

with a blush painting your cheeks and chest, you shrug off your shirt and unclip you bra. suna’s fingers have been dancing over through your slit over your panties. the feeling was overwhelming, as well as having his scent be all over you. his lips attached to your nipples, using his fingers to move your panties to the side and slides a finger into you. you whine softly ans grip his hair, grinding down on his hand has he adds another finger. he scissors your hole open and adds another finger for good prep. “will you let me feel good with your body, little girl? itll feel good for you too.”

unsure, you still nod, opening your legs for him to slide your panties off. there was a was a wet patch on the crotch of his panties. smirking at you, suna looks you dead in the eye and licks the patch making your face flush. he pulls his pants and boxers down, lining himself up. “r-rintarou, what about th-the condom?” you look up at him with doe eyes, nervous as it was your first time. your heart breaks a bit as he frowns at yoy. “itll feel better for the both of us. i promise, little girl. wont you be good.”

your eyes water up and you nod, letting him start pushing in. you cry a bit at the stretch as his cock penetrated you wet cunt. “r-rintarou slow down.” you whine but he doesnt, but he does stop when hes balls deep. youre sobbing and he just looks down at you. he sighs a bit and leans down to kiss you to calm down. he starts thrusting, eating up you whines and moans. though the stretch still burn, having it being suna felt so good as the knot ing your stomach started to form. you clung to his arms and squeeze your eyes shut as he pounds into you, kissing your cervix every once in a while. as the feeling sends you over the edge, rintarou paints you walls white and moans. “fuck fuck. clamp down on me like that. good girl.”