#;depravity

“Hey bunny,” Suna mutters from behind you, his lips ghosting the skin where your neck and shoulders meet. You’re sitting in between his legs, eyes gleaming proudly as you stare at the roster of the Japan Olympic players—more specifically, on Suna’s profile amongst the list.

You hum in response, leaning further back into his chest.

“What d’ya think about getting fucked by the team?” His voice is so casual, teeth teasingly nipping on your skin. He barely needs your audible response to know the answer, when he hears the hitch in your breath and the immediate way your thighs clench together.

“The team?” your question almost comes out as a squeak, suddenly hyper-aware of him.

“Mhm,” His lips move up your neck to your ears, his breath against your skin making goosebumps rise through your body.

 “Just wanna show off how pretty you are all sensitive and fucked out,” He whispers, his hand sneaking between your thighs where your wetness pooled.

 “Besides…” He trails off, “My birthday’s comin’ up.”

You feel like a little bunny in a den of foxes all ready to pounce on you. You try not to squirm under their stare, yet the rising heat from your neck, flushing your face, is enough indication.

Suna’s soft with you—for now, at least. It’s different when it’s just the two of you; and even more different when you’re being subjected under everyone else’s gaze. He’s sitting behind you on the mattress as he keenly observes you, chuckling as he watches you grip anxiously at the end of your silk robe—the only thing covering you.

“You okay, bunny?” He asks, large hands rubbing soothingly along your shoulders.

You nod, something that makes Suna hum, “Use your words and relax.”

His words make you exhale, sighing out the breath you’ve been holding, “’m okay,” you confirm. Suna gives you a soft pat on the head.

“You’re familiar with most of them, yeah? Atsumu, Aran-kun, Omi—” he pauses, looking back at them.

Atsumu winks back at you, giving you a knowing smile, years of playfully flirting with you making you feel less tense. Along with Aran, whose familiarity offers you a sense of comfort. You’re close enough with them that it gives you the sense to relax.

Your gaze drifts to Sakusa, his dark eyes staring down on you so intensely—you shy away, biting down on your lip. With Sakusa, it’s different; you don’t know him much except for the times you’ve met him, but the thing about him is that you’ve always had a small crush on him—that’s what makes you squirm and flush a darker shade of red.

“Next to Omi is Hinata,” the orange-haired boy gives you a bright smile, easily catching your eye, “And next to Hinata is Bokuto.”

Bokuto looks back at you inquisitively, yet with his eyes gleaming in anticipation.

“Ready, bunny?” This time, Suna looks back at you. You give him a shy smile.

“Yes.”

“That’s my good little slut,” He praises you, hands travelling around your waist, the tie of your silk robe in between his fingers, “Tell them what you want then.”

Your lips part, wanting to speak, yet your shyness mixed with a hint of embarrassment stops you—Suna catches on to your hesitance quickly.

“C’mon, be good for us,” he encourages you, finally pulling on the tie; your robe coming undone, slightly exposing you.

You can hear them curse under their breath, watching the teasing way Suna peels away the silk from your body, exposing you completely. The hairs along your skin rise, you can feel their eyes raking up and down your body.

Suna’s hands travel in between your thighs next, parting them. Your pussy is glistening with your wet slick, as he spreads your folds apart for all of them to see.

You whine out as his fingers run up and down your slit, head falling back to his shoulder and legs parting further apart unconsciously—as if you’re inviting them. It’s almost taunting, the way you tilt your head back with a loud sigh escaping your lips as Suna rubs against your clit in playful vexation.

“Want… Omi, please,” You finally answer breathlessly, wanting more. A few eyebrows shot up, Sakusa? But Suna could only chuckle—you’re just so predictable.

“Awww, bunny wants her crush to touch her, huh?” There’s an odd sense of humiliation to his question while Sakusa steps forward, nearing the both of you.

You’re unsure how Sakusa ever agreed to this, how Suna even brought it up to him—to them—but there wasn’t a single beat of hesitation to Sakusa’s actions as he grips on the back of your thigh, settling between your legs.

Suna directs your attention back to him with a simple tug on your hair—it’s harsh and commanding. Tears quickly spring up the corner of your eyes as you stare back into Suna’s eyes, heavily lidded and easily seducing, “You’re just such a greedy little whore, huh?”

You whimper. Suna’s raw possessiveness seeps through his words and how harsh his every action becomes—his every word becomes demeaning and mean, but it’s what makes you press your thighs together, already aching in need.

Suna slaps on the inside of your thigh as a warning. You moan at the pleasurable sting, a mark of his hand printing on your skin. You part your legs again and Suna is quick to dip a finger in your pussy.

“A crush on me…” Sakusa eyes you down like he’s judging you for it, uncaring about your current state. His gaze trails along your naked body until it snaps back up to meet your eye, “Any hard limits?”

You shake your head the best you can, “No sir, just watch out for the safe word,” you answer him, you can feel Suna’s fingers retreating from your drooling cunt, moving towards your mouth—you make sure you open up immediately, latching your lips around his fingers, looking up at Sakusa through your lashes as if you were an innocent little thing.

Slowly, Suna’s grip on your hair loosens until he lets go completely, pleased with the way you clean his fingers off your arousal.

You release Suna’s finger with a pop, finally sitting up and crawling towards Sakusa closer, looking up at him with wide eyes as you palm him through his pants, cock straining against it so painfully.

“Can I have you in my mouth, please?” You ask, your hands already fumbling to undo his pants.

Sakusa’s hands run through your hair so softly before he grips it with a harsh tug, making you gasp in surprise.

“Hurry up if you want it so bad,” his voice is cold, almost berating without the need for the actual words slipping out of his mouth.

You pull Sakusa’s cock out of his pants, hand immediately wrapping around his length and your tongue darting out to lick a stripe along the huge vein along his cock, from the base to his tip, giving it a chaste kiss before sucking on the drooling precum.

You let out a sudden moan when you feel Suna’s wet tongue run along your slit before latching on your clit. His ministrations make you moan around Sakusa’s cock as you take more of him in your mouth.

Sakusa groans as his cockhead hits the back of your throat, tightening around him when you gag, fresh tears already forming at the corner of your eyes.

You started bobbing your head along Sakusa’s length, taking him in so greedily. Wanting nothing more than to prove yourself, to get his approval.

Your thighs tremble from beneath you, reveling in the way Suna sucks on your folds, pushing his tongue inside you while you drip down the sheets.

Suna always knew how to make your body react exactly the way he wants you to; you can feel a familiar coil in your stomach building up, yet you make the mistake of moaning louder as you feel your first orgasm fast approaching—just like that, Suna’s mouth leaves your drooling cunt, clenching around nothing and aching for more.

You resist the urge to whimper, focusing on Sakusa’s cock stuffing your mouth full, trying to please him the best you can.

Suna chuckles at you, amused. “Such a spoiled brat, always asking for more,” He criticizes you, moving out of the bed to stand and watch you work your mouth around Sakusa.

“Thought you wanted Omi, though? Present yourself for him, bunny.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You release Sakusa from your mouth, moving in position with your ass up, head down the mattress, spreading your glistening folds.

“Please fuck my messy little pussy, sir,” you nearly beg, looking at him from the side, a string of curses following your words. Sakusa’s breath hitches, tongue darting out to lick over his lips.

All of them are thinking nearly the same thing: You’re such a well-trained slut.

Sakusa moves to the bed, kneeling behind you, your anticipation increasing when you feel his hard cock pressing against your folds.

“Nngh—! Fuck,” You cry out when you feel him push his cock into you in one swift thrust and in the moment you did, he tugs on your hair again, bringing you up to him.

“You’re going to keep quiet like a fuckdoll, alright?” His hand slapping over your mouth before you can let a sound out again.

The pain in your scalp stings, and it continues every time Sakusa thrusts into you, pulling on your hair with it.

You’re not sure when Suna got around to it, but when your eyes search for him, he’s sitting behind a small table—deadpan expression looking back at you.

What truly takes your attention, though, is the camera settled on the table, directed at you, red light blinking back at you so tauntingly.

Sakusa’s movements are firm and precise, the stroke of his cock pushing into your walls is delicious —the streak of harshness to it is sadistic.

Suna hums from the side where he sat, watching you with amusement, seeing your drool trailing down your cheeks, looking completely fucked out already. Moans you try to keep in coming out in high pitched whimpers.

You squeal when you feel Sakusa’s cock hit your sweet spot, mind-numbing from the pleasure.

Sakusa lets out a noise of disapproval, “Pathetically dumbed out already,” he comments, your cunt immediately clenching tightly around him at his degrading words, making him groan.

“Hinata,” Suna suddenly calls out.

“Yeah?” Hinata answers almost immediately, eyes sparkling in excitement.

“Help y/n shut up, won’t you?” Hinata’s eyebrows shot up, already understanding what Suna meant.

Hinata’s quick to move in front of you, taking his thick cock out for you. This is what makes Sakusa finally let go of your hair, hands retreating to the curve of your waist.

You look up at Hinata as he presses his cock against your lips—his precum smearing over, you look dazed and fucked out, yet you smile at him—opening your mouth like a good pet.

“You look so pretty, Y/N!” He exclaims with an encouraging smile, not wasting any time to push his cock into your mouth.

You really do look so pretty. Everyone in the room can agree, your body shines under the thin sheen of sweat but there’s a glow to your heated flushed face and dazed expression.

Both of Hinata’s hands rest on the back of your head, guiding you further down his thick length. You’re drooling around his cock,  messily sucking him off, your tongue running over the head.

Hinata’s hips push forward unconsciously, wanting more of your mouth, warm and wet around his dick as you suck him off. You hollow your cheeks, bobbing your head in a steady pace, focused on making him feel good.

He looks down at you mesmerized, unabashed by the moans slipping out of his mouth every single time he hits the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex.

Your pussy is convulsing around Sakusa’s cock as if you’re trying to milk him of his cum while he’s pounding into you, his thrusts helping you push Hinata’s cock in and out of your mouth.

Hinata groans, praising you, “You’re so go-good at this, y/n,” he stutters, absorbed by the pleasure. You moan around him, pleased at the praise even as his grip on the back of your head tightens, “Your lips look so nice around me.”

The thrill of feeling used like you’re nothing but a hole only increases when Sakusa’s thrusts become more and more erratic and careless. Your moans vibrate around Hinata’s length, his head tilting back while you work your mouth, pulling back and licking over his slit.

You pull your head back, looking up at him before speaking, “Cum in my mouth, pretty please?”

The faux innocence in your voice and in the way you look while you’re sticking your tongue out and pumping his thick length in your smaller hands is what does it for him.

Hinata cums in thick spurts, your mouth taking his length down your throat again. Your cunt clenches around Sakusa with your attempts not to gag on Hinata’s cock.

Sakusa, he grips around your waist so tightly that you’re sure it’s going to bruise as he chases his own high—his moans finally coming out more freely.

You swallow Hinata’s cum shooting down your throat before you take him out of your mouth with a pop with your body slacking—yet Sakusa takes your complete attention back to him with one particularly harsh thrust that has you coming undone around his cock.

“What a disgusting whore,” he leers at you, suddenly shoving your face down the mattress.

Your pussy squeezes around him, tensing so tightly he could barely move as his hot seed paints your walls white. You’re squirming and your moans are wanton, loving the feeling of being filled up.

It takes a moment before your walls relax around Sakusa. Everyone in the room is breathless, watching you and the slow drag of Sakusa’s cock leaving your pussy—gaze fixated on your cunt dripping with his cum while you clench around nothing.

Sakusa flips you over, his movements calculated and gentle. Humming, he eyes your fucked out state; you’re panting and the skin on your waist is already blooming with marks of his fingertips.

“You’re quite a good little cocksleeve, aren’t you?” he comments. It takes a while to process but you feel him pat your head softly, not waiting for your reply before turning away from you.

“Rin?” you call out to Suna weakly, head still swimming under bliss.

Suna is quick to stand from his seat, moving towards you immediately, his touch gentle. He presses a kiss on your forehead, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“You okay? Need a moment?” He asks, observing you and how your body is reacting to his touch, running a knuckle down your cheeks.

You shake your head, “No,” you lean to his touch, “Gotta be good and make you proud, daddy.”

You take Suna’s wrist, keeping your eyes locked to him as you move his hand between your legs, spreading them apart again. Taking his fingers in your hand, you use them to push the dripping cum back inside your pussy.

“Holy shit,” Atsumu curses, slack-jawed.

It was always obvious to him how submissive and pliant you are with Suna—Atsumu always seeing red stripes along Suna’s broad back whenever they change for training—but seeing this, you, right in front of him; so eager to be filled up and fucked, only fuels the hot desire that was already in the pit of his stomach.

You look over to Atsumu, giggling lightly. His dick almost hurts with the urge to finally take you—but you had other things in mind.

Your gaze fleets towards Aran before it darts back up to lock with Suna’s. “Prep me for Aran-kun, please?” 

Suna’s hand runs down your waist, rubbing lightly in soft affection yet silent possessiveness. He nods, already understanding what you want.

He moves away, walking towards the bedside table, opening a drawer. You move your attention to Bokuto, who’s slightly leaning over, looking like he couldn’t sit still any longer.

You catch his eye and he’s quick to offer you a bright grin.

“Hey, Bokuto,” you began, “Can you come take care of me?” You ask him, voice hypnotizingly inviting.

Bokuto stands from his seat, making his way over to you. He’s quick to capture your lips to his—kisses passionate and greedy, hands running over your buzzed out body, skimming every curve, every sensitive part.

Bokuto’s touch is rough with a sense of hurry to them, almost like the way Suna handles you whenever he’s pent up and frustrated. He pulls away just in time as Suna comes back with the lube in hand.

“On all fours, bunny,” Suna comes up behind you with a command, opening the cap of the lube. You follow through, but you don’t take your eyes off of Bokuto.

Your swollen lips are slightly parted, anticipation rising up your body as you watch him unzip his pants, taking his cock out.

The lube is cool against your skin, trickling down your ass. You give Bokuto all your attention, though, taking his length in your hand—he’s thick and long, the head of his cock glistening with pearly white precum.

Suna’s touch remains soft and soothing against your skin as he brings the lube over your ass, almost giving off the impression that he’s always like this with you—soft and patient.

But he’s always had a streak of sadism to him, too—something he never lets you forget. Suna pushes his thumb in your ass the least you expect him to, making you shriek.

This makes your grip around Bokuto’s cock slightly bit tighter. His hips buck into your hand eagerly.

“Oh god, baby,” He moans, wanting nothing more than to fuck your pretty little cunt. You run your hand around his length, giving his cock delicate little kitten licks, obviously provoking him.

Bokuto sucks in a harsh breath as he stares down at you—sure, you’re a sensitive little thing, but you’re so much like a vixen, asking for more even when it’s as if you can’t even take any more.

Suna lets out a low chuckle, always so amused by the way your body reacts to everything—and just when you thought he’s done, Suna’s palm comes down to your ass in a painful spank. 

It’s meant to hurt—it’s almost like he’s branding you, making sure he’s leaving his mark on you. You’re choking in a sob. It’s not the first time Suna’s spanked you this hard—but he does it always when you least expect him to.

It’s the shock that runs through your body that makes you cry, tears immediately running down your cheeks. Bokuto’s eyes brighten at the sight of you—you look so pitiful yet so, so fucking pretty with your tears streaming down your face.

“Aw…” he coos at you, his hand cupping your cheek to bring your face closer to his now; he grabs your attention so easily, so completely.

You’re almost embarrassed with the hiccups slipping from your mouth, tears free falling—yet the embarrassment melts away as if it was never there when he kisses your tears away, “You’re a really pretty crybaby, sweetheart.”

The praise blooms in your chest, feeling his cock twitch around your palm.

Bokuto is intoxicating enough that you don’t hear Suna call Aran over—you only snap out of it when you feel your body being lifted so easily, your back pressing against Aran’s chest.

Atsumu can’t help but let out a low whistle under his breath, seeing you sandwiched between Aran and Bokuto makes you look so tiny.

You wince when your ass meets Aran’s bare thigh, his hard cock pressing against your back, the feeling of his shaft pressing against you makes you want to moan—already imagining how he feels buried inside of you.

Aran, out of everyone, is softer. So much softer, it’s what provides you comfort and helps your overwhelmed state.

“Suna’s a bit too mean with ya, isn’t he?” He whispers in your ear, his large hand running over your ass soothingly, blooming with Suna’s handprint.

You nod in response, looking back at him. His eyes are captivating, pupils dilated, clouded with lust—yet he remains soft with you.

Your whole body feels hot with want, but he keeps you at bay as Bokuto brings his cock in between your folds, running up and down teasingly.

Aran spreads your legs further apart, lining up his cock to the entrance of your ass. Your body tenses up, forgetting to breathe for a moment.

“Hey, relax, pretty girl. We got ya,” his words are encouraging and undemanding. You let out a breath, leaning to his body further.

Aran’s hand travels between your thighs, fingers rubbing your sensitive nub to help you relax. 

Bokuto’s impatience and excitement gets the best of him, though, grabbing your attention by pushing his cock through your folds—your pussy almost immediately clamping down around the head of his cock.

“So tight, baby,” he grunts. You whimper, feeling like you’re being split open.

“Nngh—! B-Bo-” You try to call out his name, but you’re already crying again at the slow stretch, he’s barely completely inside yet he already feels so, so deep inside of you.

When he bottoms out, his eyes are trained on your belly—you’re too dazed by the sensation of his thick cock inside of you to notice when he’s pressing his palm to the bulge in your belly. It makes you squeal, legs jerking and mouth parting completely.

“Look how deep I am in you, baby,” he presses further—your hands immediately shooting down to wrap around his wrists, trying to make him pull his hand away, but you’re creaming around him and babbling nonsense so he doesn’t understand what exactly you want.

You feel overstimulated. Your cunt is dripping and gushing with your juices, running down to your ass as Aran starts to push himself inside of you too.

You gasp at the thickness of Aran stretching you out. It’s almost uncomfortable if it wasn’t for the delicious stretch of his cock and Bokuto’s, stimulating you until you feel like your head is underwater.

Aran is careful though, slowly letting you adjust to him inch by inch. You feel so, so full—so stretched out, and they revel at your tightness clenching around them.

You don’t even notice the way you’re already clawing at the both of them; nails digging so painfully into their skin.

Their thrusts start at a steady pace, steady rhythm, making sure you get the time you need to adjust and slowly get into it.

When their pace picks up, it’s breathtaking. Your eyes are rolling back, grip on their arms so tight that it stings yet it doesn’t matter to them.

Bokuto is quick to get caught up in the pleasure though, while you’re crying at the intense pleasure, tongue lolling out, he’s fucking into you harder and harder.

“God, you feel so nice around me,” one of his hands on your waist leaves, pressing down on your belly once again where his cock bulges every time he bottoms out.

And you look so adorable, so pretty, stuffed with two cocks too big for you and your body barely visible in between the two of them.

Suna takes his cock out, painfully straining against his pants, stroking himself at the sight of you—just enough to satiate a little bit of the ache.

Every squeal that leaves your mouth, Bokuto takes it as a sign that you love what he’s doing—and you do—but it’s too much and it’s what has your body jerking and twitching in between the two of them.

“You make the cutest sounds,” Aran tells you with a grunt.

It’s Aran who holds your legs apart as they both thrust into your stretched little holes. It’s Aran who continues to whisper reassurance and calming praise even as they abuse your holes.

The sound of skin slapping and squelching echoes through the room more erotically than it is embarrassing; and between Aran and Bokuto, you look like you’ve been reduced to nothing more but a hole to fuck.

Aran’s lips find your shoulder blades, sucking hickeys into them, you can feel him throbbing inside of you and his own thrusts are becoming more hurried than the usual carefulness to them.

You’re not sure how many times you’ve cum around them but there’s a slight pain as you feel the coil in your belly start to snap and you’re crying out again—face contorted into pleasure and eyes shut close as your orgasm wracks through you.

Your orgasm is what triggers theirs, their thrusts both stuttering before their hot cum shoots inside you, filling you up completely.

Their cum in you feels hot and satisfying, your throat is sore and you can feel your body slightly aching yet numb from pleasure at the same time.

Aran slowly pulls out of you first; your ass gaping and oozing with his cum. He gives you a kiss on the cheek, brushing your hair away from your face.

“Ya did so well for us, sweetheart,” he praises you, your chest rising and falling heavily.

Bokuto pulls away from you next, eyes glinting at the sight of your clenching pussy dripping with his cum.

His hand reaches out, fingers coming down to his cum oozing out, pushing back into your used hole—your thighs immediately closing together at the contact, still so sensitive and whimpering against the sheets.

This time, Suna doesn’t wait for you to call out to him. You look so spent, body covered in cum and sweat, your cheeks still stained from your tears.

He takes you in his arms, settling you on his lap, your back pressed to his chest.

“Really like makin’ me proud, huh?” He noses on your neck, breathing you in.

You mewl, leaning further to his body again. You’re so needy, so accustomed to him, so eager to please him.

Suna’s touch helps you relax; he knows this and always uses it to his advantage—hands running over your body so greedily, coaxing you out of your overwhelmed senses.

Suna’s slow, sensual touch feels like praise—the best kind. It’s what allows you to gather your thoughts.

He pushes your hair to the side next, lips pressing to your exposed neck, littering affectionate kisses down to your shoulder blades, his other hand slowly moving to wrap around your throat.

There it is. You think. His ever-present possessiveness engulfing you once again.

People say actions speak louder than words, and with Suna, there’s nothing more true, nothing more obvious.

Suna’s minimal action holds so many words behind them, a simple glance, a light squeeze around your throat, a tug on your finger—it’s constant and methodical to the point where your actions and his were borderline telepathic.

“You can take more, right, bunny?” He finally asks you.

Your response is immediate, just the way he likes it.

“Yes, daddy.”

“And what do sluts do when they want something?” his head tilts, nodding from you towards Atsumu.

“They present themselves,” you answer firmly.

“Go on then,” Suna takes his one hand away from your thighs, yet the other remains resting around your throat.

You part your legs again, slowly, eyes trained on Atsumu who stood not too far in front of you.

There’s a peculiar fire in his brown eyes—like he’s finally catching on to something. Something that Suna himself already knew.

There’s always been a silent rivalry between the two—barely the conscious kind either, but more like how the fates always entangle them in the same direction, like both of them going pro and reaching the same division, or making it to the Olympics, or… Atsumu’s obvious attraction towards you—whether it went beyond physical, you don’t know.

Your breathing picks up in anticipation as Atsumu finally nears you, his expression, for once, unreadable.

He takes your chin in between his fingers, making you look directly at him. Usually, Atsumu’s playful—an open book, you might even say—but as he stares down at you, you can’t help but shiver in intimidation.

“Yer quite sly for such a delicate little thing, aren’t ya?” Your voice is caught in your throat, even as your lips part, you’re not sure what to say.

He gives you a mirthless laugh and his gaze feels more like a glare.

“Tell Suna what ya want me to do to you,” there’s a challenge in his voice, daring you to actually do it, finally letting go of your chin.

You swallow a lump in your throat, swallow the hesitance that comes along with it, your lips parting to say it out loud.

“Hurry up, princess. I don’t have all day, look at him and tell him what ya want,” he pressures you further.

You tilt your head, looking back at Suna’s intense gaze.

“I-I want… ‘Tsumu to fuck me like you do, Rin. Want him to fuck me against you…”

Suna sucks in a breath, you can feel him twitch against your backside, his hand around your throat tightening.

He brings his mouth to your ear, “You’ve got a lot of goddamn nerve, bunny.” His voice is low and threatening, and for a split second, it scares you.

Atsumu brings your attention back to him by gripping on the back of our knees, bringing them against your chest.

“Ya heard her, Suna. Give her what she wants,” Atsumu smirks, he sounds smug—condescending, even, like he just won against Suna on something.

Suna glares at him before looking back at you, aligning his hard cock against your ass. “Remember bunny, you asked for this.”

He pushes inside of you in one glide, your mouth parting open in an instant like you’re about to scream but no noise comes out of you. It shouldn’t be as bad as it seems, Aran pumped your ass full of his cum, after all—but the stretch is sudden while you feel it all at once.

All you could do is whimper when you feel Atsumu lining the tip of his cock to your cunt, prodding at your entrance.

Atsumu shoves his fingers into your mouth before he pushes inside of you—shuddering at the feeling of your warm walls hugging around his length—not wasting any time before he’s rutting into you at a brutal pace.

Suna’s hand is wrapped around your throat. You feel light-headed, each one of Atsumu’s erratic thrusts pulling out mere squeaks from you. Your body is twitching in between the both of them, Suna’s cock nestled inside your ass—so deliciously stretching you out.

“Such a teasing little slut. Knew yer gonna get fucked so hard like this, huh?” Atsumu sounds almost angry, pushing in and out of your sloppy cunt with sharp thrusts despite the pitiful sounds you’re making. Fucking you like he hates you.

You’re gripping on their arms, drool spilling from your mouth, eyelids heavy and your consciousness already slowly slipping little by little.

Atsumu’s thrusts moves you against Suna’s cock buried inside of your ass, increasing the already consuming wave of pleasure racking through you.

You look so helpless. Like a dumb little slut put to her place, little incoherent babbles about how Atsumu’s so deep, how it’s too much, uselessly coming out of your mouth until your moans come out louder and your body starts tensing up in between them.

Your holes clamp around them, making them groan. Suna’s hand unconsciously squeezes around your throat tighter, a guttural grunt spilling out of his lips, giving you one sharp thrust before emptying his cum inside of you.

You thrash in between them, your thighs trembling under Atsumu’s hold, squirting all over his abdomen, throwing your head back at the feeling of Suna filling you up.

With a curse, Atsumu stills as his cum spills inside of you, moaning out your name.

When Atsumu pulls his softening dick out of you, he’s quick to shoves his fingers in your oversensitive cunt. Your cum and his coats his fingers before he pulls it out and shoves it back inside your mouth.

“Taste how fucking slutty ya are, princess.” He tells you.

Your brain feels foggy but you do as he says, swirling your tongue around his fingers the best you can, sucking ever so lightly.

You go completely limp against Suna just as Atsumu pulls his fingers out of your mouth, the last thing you feel is the affectionate kiss pressed against your neck.

When you wake up, it’s nearly midnight. You’re in Suna’s arms, in his clothes, his face buried on the crook of your neck. You’re all clean but your body aches all over.

You pull away slightly, looking over to see Suna’s pretty face, calm and relaxed as he holds on to you.

He grumbles silently, peeking one eye open to look at you. “Sleep. You need rest,” he mumbles, pulling you closer.

You can’t help but laugh a little, smiling at his sleepy behavior.

You reach out, cupping his face in your hands and pressing your lips to his, “Happy Birthday, Rin.”

You can feel him smirk against your lips, “Damn right it was happy.”

Suna’s cock twitches in his sweatpants, slightly straining against the fabric; he lets out an annoyed sigh, bringing his attention back to his phone in hopes to let the thoughts pass.

But your body shifts from your seat, and your every move is like magnet to his eyes. He watches you bite your lip, chewing on it as you pause to ponder on whatever you’re studying. He doesn’t know whether to be frustrated or be proud about the fact that you just look so irresistible, your every little action teasing him. And you don’t even know it.

The last straw is the groan that erupts from your throat, throwing your head back in frustration with your eyes squeezed shut—no doubt from the paper you’re writing, but it’s what prompts Suna to finally stand from the bed, moving towards you.

He easily takes your attention, your warning glare up at him is immediate, which he pays to mind to. He never does.

“I’m studying, Rin,” you remind him.

“Get up,” he answers you like he didn’t just hear you. Bored eyes filled with a familiar glaze.

“Rin, I told yo—” your own words cut off by a gasp that escapes your lips when you feel yourself getting lifted off your seat.

Suna settles on your seat, bringing you to his lap, your back pressed against his chest; it doesn’t take long before his lips are pressed against the skin on your neck, his hands skimming under your top and cupping over your tits.

“C’mon, go back studying,” he mutters against your skin.

“I can’t,” your protest comes out as a moan as you feel Suna’s fingers around your nipples, his hard cock pressing against your ass.

“Sounds like a you problem, bunny,” he whispers in your ears before biting on your earlobe, his hot breath hitting your sensitive skin.

You try to collect your thoughts, attempting to ignore Suna’s hands all over you. You swallow a lump in your throat, looking at the screen in front of you.

You reach out to take your pen until Suna’s other hand pries your legs open, his hands quick to slip under your skimpy sleep shorts, letting out a pleased hum as he presses his fingers against your damp panties.

“Rin,” you whine, unsure if it’s more of a complaint or a beg, but you can feel his smirk against your skin.

Suna presses his thumb over your clit, before rubbing lightly against it through the thin fabric, just enough to make you keen, “What is it?” He asks so sadistically as if he doesn’t already know it.

You grit your teeth together, a frustrated sound tumbling past your lips. “St-stop it,” you answer out of defiance, but you don’t mean it, and it’s evident with the way you buck your hips his finger slipping up and down your wet slick.

He pushes a finger inside your tight cunt. “Stop what?” He asks, feigning ignorance.

“Stop teasing,” you hiss in annoyance.

Suna pinches your nipple, his finger dragging against your walls in and out at such an agonizing pace, his mouth latched on the sensitive part of your neck, sucking harshly.

You can’t see it, but you know there’s a smug smirk against his lips, but you can’t yourself to care about it.

“Beg for it,” you hear him say, and it almost makes you want to cry. Suna was the worst kind of tease, always making you say it out loud enough to humiliate you or swallow your own words.

“God, you’re so mean!” You scoff, your hips moving to grind against his clothed cock, wanting nothing more but to have him stretch you out.

Your outburst halts hands and fingers working on you, pulling his fingers out of your drooling pussy, “I’m mean, huh?” he repeats, you feel him slightly lift you off his lap, pulling his cock out before pressing you back against him.

His larger hand finds its way around your neck, the other gripping on your thigh bruisingly tight, spreading your legs open. You hold your breath in anticipation as Suna tugs on your shorts and panties to your knees.

Suna’s cock slips in between your thighs, almost drooling at the sight, pussy aching in need. He lines the tip against your entrance, sheathing his cock inside you to the hilt in one full thrust—cockhead brushing your cervix.

Your head tilts backwards, meeting his shoulder, your eyes rolling back and mouth falling open with a choked moan echoing in the room.

What Suna would’ve wanted was to fuck you into the mattress until your glasses were slipping out place, your hair sticking to your face, a mess against the pillow, and your expression all dumbed out.

But he supposes he can do that later.

“Since I’m so mean, bunny,” he starts, his hands now moving to your hips, condescending tone lacing his words, “Go ahead and study, then.”

Your eyes snap open, a look of betrayal across your features, “Huh?” You squeak out.

He pouts at you with fake sympathy, “I said,” he takes the pen you were trying to reach earlier in his hand, putting it in your hands, “Go back studying,” he pulls your body upright until you’re completely facing the screen and your notes again, “and maybe I’ll think about letting you cum, yeah?”

“Bu—” you try to reason, only to be cut off with a slap against your clit. You gasp, your pussy creaming around his cock and begging for more.

“You got something else to say, bunny?”

You shake your head, tears blurring your vision. The words on the screen and the pen in your hand never looked so taunting until now.

you let out a squeal of surprise, mixed with the pleasurable feeling of the tip of his cock pressing against just the right spot, enough to have your vision blurring momentarily.

you clench and unclench around Suna's thick cock as his large hands grip the back of your thighs, moving them to press against your chest. you hear Suna hum in satisfaction before he pistons his hips again, knocking the breath out of your lungs with the delicious way his cock pushed in and out of your tight pussy.

“s-so big, Rin—feel so f-full,” you whine, clawing on his arms as he continued to fuck into you; his narrowed eyes watching your face contort in pleasure and your mouth hang open, the corner of your eyes springing with tears as you take his cock.

“yeah? makin' you feel good, huh?” he prods, if you weren't being fucked dumb right now, you could've seen the smug look across his face as his eyes remained trained on you, traveling down to where both of you connected—only for something else to catch his eyes.

Suna leans forward, capturing your plump lips into his, the action making him drive deeper into you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix but he bites your lower lip, slowly pulling away sensually, enough to distract you from the painful intrusion.

you feel one of his hands leave the back of your thighs, taking one of your hand gripping on his biceps before he pulls away. then, you watch him guide your palm to the bulge on the bottom of your abdomen until he presses lightly; something that makes you tilt your head back and gasp.

"you feel that, bunny? so fuckin' deep in you," he hisses before thrusting into you again, and you can feel Suna's dick move in and out of you as he continues his thrusts—the pleasure overwhelming your senses and making you cream around him.

"take my cock s' well, bunny. c'mon, cum for me one more time," he grunts as his thrusts turn sloppy, your legs trembling as you feel a coil build up inside you. your whole body tenses as your orgasm washes over you, your pussy spasming around Suna's cock, milking him of his cum as you moan his name in between curses.

"fuck, shit, y/n," he curses as his languid strokes lose its rhythm, feeling his warm cum shoot inside you.

"S-so deep, Rin," you manage to moan out as he slowly pulls back, his cock dragging against your velvet walls deliciously.

"Yea? Making my baby feel good, huh?" he grunts as his hips piston towards you. You arch your back, eyelids turning heavy from your already fucked out state.

Suna's pace is quick to turn relentless and brutal—like he didn't just finish a race mere minutes ago, promising you a win with a chaste kiss before running off inside his car.

And he came through, winning the match so easily with a smug aura and light twitch on the corner of his lips, grabbing you by the waist before pulling you away, only to have you folded into a mating press inside the same car he raced with.

From the way the car rocked and fogged from the inside, anyone could easily tell what was happening inside—and just how hard infamous street racer Suna Rintarou was fucking his pretty girlfriend, the one who was always in his matches, every time. 

There's a knock against the window, abrupt, but it's loud enough for both of you to hear. Suna looks annoyed but he spreads your legs and leans over you.

Suna's breath feels hot against you, it makes you feel all the more sensitive.

"Louder, slut," is the only thing he says before he snaps his hips forward, abrupt like the knock against the car's window.

You cry out his name, loud. Loud like he told you to, louder like he wishes, and you cry out louder with every time he bottoms out.

His vice grip on the back on your legs getting impossibly tighter—it hurts but it only makes you clench around him tighter, your cunt sucking him in every time he pulls away.

"Fuck—that's my girl, so good too me, aren't you?" he groans as his rhythmic thrusts turn sloppy, the lewd sound of your wet pussy is loud inside the car, almost embarrassing you—yet you nod, you nod desperately as you feel pleasure coursing through you; a familiar knot of pleasure.

"Creaming 'round me so good," your walls clamp around his cock with his words. So sensitive, you're so sensitive for him—only for him.

You chant his name like you're begging for him as you cum around him, your walls convulsing—it's what triggers his own orgasm, cursing through his teeth as his hips stutter and rides your high out until you're trembling from the overstimulation—hot ropes of his cum shooting inside you, slowly oozing out with your own and dripping down the expensive leather.

You whine as Suna slowly pulls out; your pussy clenching around nothing and making you feel empty.

You hear Suna tsk, humming as he eyes your pussy drooling with his cum and making a mess against the car seat before his eyes lock with yours again.

His hand wraps around your throat with a slightly tight grip, pulling you forward and slowly positioning you before he moves his hand to grab your hair until your face is facing the cum-covered leather of the car seat.

"Lick it up, baby, don't be so messy," he says it like he's chastising you, but you're quick to obey, looking up at him as you dart your tongue out, giving kitten licks on the leather—you do so until the corner of his lips quirk up, letting out a hum in approval before he directs his phone at you; the camera surely capturing you in such a lewd, degrading state.

"Say, "Daddy," baby," he smirks as he captures you.

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When he fucks you, it's cruel. His lips never find purchase to yours, instead, he presses them all over your neck, your chest, your shoulders; always marking you like it mattered to him who you belonged to.

Whatever Suna does to you, he does it for his own pleasure. Only for his. When he's rubbing his index finger over your puffy clit with you sat on his lap, completely bare, back pressing against his chest, it's because it satisfies him—it's never for you and you remember this whenever he holds your trembling body against him and you cry from the overstimulation.

Suna loves seeing you fall apart for him, loves seeing all the things he could do to you, but that doesn't mean he loves you.

Whenever he litters marks all over your body, kisses and bruises, marks of his fingertips blooming red, blue, purple, his hand print stinging against your delicate skin—it's not because he wants you to know who you belong to, it's only because you're his canvas to paint and do as he pleases with.

His words are derogatory, too. He never calls you sweet little nicknames, calling him "Rin," earns you a slap across your face as he brutally thrusts in your wet pussy—the squelch humiliating and erotic.

To him, you remain a whore to use whenever he pleases; never stopping to look into your adoring eyes.

When Suna calls you, it's deadpanned and commanding, your body never failing to tense up at the sound of his voice. Like clockwork, you come to him without waiting for him to tell you to come.

He always looks at you first like this, when you're standing in front of him, fidgeting as if this is all too new to you.

And it hurts, it always hurts. The bored expression he has, the lack of spark in the way that he looks at you—it squeezes at your heart tighter than a noose.

There's only very little Suna offers you, too. His touch feels like a luxury you could never afford—so you beg, and beg, and beg until he pulls you down to your knees and shoves his cock down your throat.

And it's pathetic that he does it only to appease you, only does it so you could finally shut your mouth.

"Sit," he tells you, parsimonious with his words. There's only very little I can give you, he says—and Suna Rintarō isn't the type to dabble on lies.

 Your movement is timid and borderline robotic, your legs parting to sit on his lap, cunt pressed against the hard bulge in his pants.

Suna rests his hand on your bare thigh, eyeing your panties peeking out from under your skirt. His palms feel cold against your skin, moving your skirt and letting it bunch on your waist.

Then, you watch him take his phone out, camera open.

If there's anything with Suna you could take pride in, it's how he loves to take pictures of you—never in the way you wished he would, but it was enough that you were all over his gallery, in lewd positions: of your legs spread open and panties damp, of your body bent over and ass bright red with his spanking, or of your cunt dripping with his cum.

Suna lets out a quiet hum, heavy lidded eyes darting back to yours, filled with anticipation and clouded with lust.

Suddenly, his arm circles around your waist, lifting you so easily and laying you down the carpet. He spreads your legs further before his cold fingers pull your slick-covered panties to the side and directs the camera over your body, surely capturing your wet pussy.

He takes one picture, two, three—until he's satisfied. 

Finally, he pushes his phone away. Looking over you again, breathless and biting on your lip so harshly to stop yourself from begging for more.

Whores like you aren't in the place to ask for more, that's what Osamu and Suna both tell you. And you suppose they're right—you're lucky enough to be in this position with them, offering yourself to the two people you love most.

You swear, you swear you would never ask for more; yet, while they both don't love you like you do, they knew you better than you knew yourself.

You would always yearn for more.

"Please," you can't help but plead, hips bucking to meet his. For once, Suna doesn't comment on it, doesn't punish you for it.

Suna pushes his sweatpants down, his hard cock slapping against his abdomen, making you squirm. He pushes your top to your chest, leaning over to take your hardened nipple in his mouth and biting lightly—you mewl.

His cock is pressing in between your folds, sliding up and down slightly, coating with your slick.

"R-Rintarō, ngh—!" You moan as the head of his cock nudges your sensitive nub.

"God, do you ever shut up? You're annoying," He grunts, finally pushing his cock inside of you in one thrust—not giving you the time to adjust. After all, why should he care?

The stroke of his cock is euphoric, filling you up so deliciously and making you cream all over him.

Then, he holds your leg, bringing them to his shoulders, and with a sharp thrust, the tip of his cock kisses the opening of your cervix. The pain is pleasurable, and he knows you get off on it.

Suna watches your eyes roll to your skull, your back arch from the carpet, your eyelids slightly closing and your tits bouncing as he moves inside of you.

And that's the only time Suna likes you: fucked dumb and mindless as you take his cock in your little cunny, sucking him back every time he pulls out to snap his hips towards you again while you cry.

He takes your jaw in one hand, squeezing your cheeks harshly.

"Open up," he leans over, and you try, you try your best to open your mouth despite his grasp.

He spits in your mouth and groans at your pussy clamping around him instantly. You swallow, cause that's all you're good for; then he presses your face down the carpet until it stings, until he's filling you up with his cum.

Cause that's all you're good for.

But with Osamu, it's completely different but cruel all the same. It's Osamu who actually acknowledges you for anything else, yet always careful that it's never as much attention as he would give Suna.

Osamu isn't mean, but it hurts all the same because he only ever uses you when Suna is away for a game. Osamu isn't mean, but while Suna fucks you knowing it's you—Osamu fucks you and never lets you forget that he's fucking you in place of Suna.

Osamu fucks you with a pillow over your face and thrusts inside of you as if it's not your smaller, pliant body that he was fucking.

He fucks you and with every grunt, your gummy walls spasming around his length, he hisses a curse and Suna's name. Each time, he uses your body, pumping you full of his cum as if it's to remind you it's only him that gets to call Suna "Rin."

It will never be you.

But like Suna, he loves seeing you fall apart for him, struggling to fuck yourself on his cock. He makes you ride him with your back facing him and his hands locking your arms behind your back.

You come down on his cock with your eyes rolling back and legs trembling, your juices gushing out.

"'Samu—p-please! Can't–nngh, need you!" Your nails dig into his thighs, trying your best to keep fucking yourself on his cock with your numbing legs.

"Rin's been spoiling you too much, just letting ya lie down and take it, huh?" He clicks his tongue with a sigh, sitting straight from his relaxed posture against the headboard of your bed.

"Can ya even do anything on yer own?" He pulls his cock out of your drooling pussy, kneeling behind you and pushing your face down.

"I-I'm sorry, 'Samu," you sob against your sheets, your tears creating a wet patch.

"Yeah, you'll be sorry," he says before pushing inside of you again with a bone rattling thrust.

And he'll keep making you say sorry as you cry and cry, until your legs give up and your insides feel raw from overstimulation.

Osamu, unlike Suna, kisses you like he actually loves you. His breath is hot against your skin when he lets you ride his thigh and make a mess all over. Osamu, at least, takes care of you. He offers you praise and listens to you as if he’s your best friend.

Sometimes, you think you could even forget for a moment that he doesn’t love you like that—until you see him and Suna sprawled on the couch together like the couple they are, until you see them walking out the door for a date you’ll never join them in.

Until they forget about you unless they need you again.

When they use you, you can feel the pins and needles prickling at sight of them so obviously lovesick, so obviously devoted, so obviously never meant for you.

Suna fucks your mouth with almost no thought in his mind that it's you as he pulls Osamu to a kiss you could only ever dream of receiving. You're always dazed and fucked out of your mind enough not to cry at the pain that blooms in your chest, but never enough to pretend you don't feel it at all.

The thing is about them when they fuck you is that they cum all over you, smearing it all over your body, like a true cum dump, they say.

"'S-Samu! Please—it won't fit," you sob, thighs pressing together the best you can with Suna's huge cock nestled deep inside you.

It's Suna who responds to your protest, tugging on your hair harshly to meet his bored gaze at looking back at you. "We'll make it fit, yeah? And if we don't… Guess we'll just have to look for someone who can do i—"

"No!" You cut him off, shaking your head fervently, tears already slipping from your eyes.

"No," you say weakly, heart stinging in your chest, "Please don't replace me."

Osamu's hand reaches out for your cheeks, softly wiping away your tears, "I want you and 'Samu, please," you cried, looking back at Suna with wide eyes, pleading.

"Then you'll take it, won't you?"

This time, you nod, parting your legs to accommodate Osamu on top of you.

You squeeze your eyes shut when you feel the tip of his cock pressing against your hole—already filled to the brim with Suna alone. Suna brings his finger to your clit, rubbing lightly to help you relax as Osamu slowly pushes inside of you.

Your nails dig into Suna’s arms, whimpering at the painful stretch.

“C’mon, be good for ‘Samu,” Suna whispers behind you, not a flinch even as your nails sink into his skin and makes him bleed.

Osamu leans over, lips pressing against yours—Suna sucking on the sensitive skin against the pulse on your neck, distracting you from the slow ease of his cock inside of you, until he bottoms out.

Your mind turns foggy as they start to move inside of you slowly. You head falls back to Suna’s shoulders, sighing heavily.

This is the only time you can feel Suna act the least bit tender with you, with both his cock and Osamu’s thrusting inside you so sensually, so slowly—as if they loved you like they did each other.

Just for this moment, you don’t mind that Suna never kisses you on the lips, or lets you call him Rin. Just for this moment, you don’t mind that you never hear your name slipping from their lips when they use you only for their pleasure.

Suna doesn’t stop rubbing against your clit, and it doesn’t take too long before your body feels limp between their bigger bodies while you gasp, you mewl, you keen at everything they make you feel.

The room echoes of heavy breaths, dazed with pleasure, of skin slapping against skin, of your soft moans turning into a higher pitch as you feel the familiar coil building in your belly.

By the time you’ve adjusted, you’re panting heavily against them, head spinning from pleasure. They’re fucking you but their hands are on each other, lips pressed in a passionate kiss while your tears fall and they ignore you.

You start to wonder why you’re crying, if it’s still from the intense pleasure, or your orgasm racking through you that has them hissing at the tight fit of your cunt around their cocks, or if it’s the reminder that you’re not there because they love you.

You realize it’s the latter when their thrusts become sloppy, losing its rhythm. They chase their own high while your mind numbs from the overstimulating feeling of their cocks still spearing inside of you after your orgasm.

You realize it’s the latter when you hear them say “I love you” and you know it’s not for you.

You could only wish you passed out sooner if it meant you didn’t have to hear your heart breaking as their cocks throb inside of you, filling you with their cum like they owned you.

It’s Osamu who takes care of you after. Suna retreats to their room pressing a chaste kiss against Osamu’s lips and a reluctant kiss on your temple.

Osamu cleans you up with him in the shower and dresses you up in one of Suna’s shirts that he gave with a grumble, then brings you to your room and tucks you in.

Finally, he leaves you too, back to his room with Suna.

Separated from yours, just like their love is.

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you whimper, trying to catch the loud moan slipping from your lips by attempting to cover your mouth—something rin didn't let you dare do.

rin easily grips on your wrists, locking them behind your back. "rin—fuck!" you try to protest, earning you a hard spank against your ass.

"if you weren't such a fuckin' bitch struttin' around and teasing then you wouldn't be here," rintarō snarls, evidently still frustrated at you; his thrusts unforgiving and careless while your eyes roll to the back of your head, the sensation of his cock pressing against that sweet spot numbing you from thinking coherently.

"p-please rin—n-need to cum," you beg, uncaring now about your guests inside the apartment, you're sure all of them know what's happening by now.

"no," rin's answer is enough to make you cry, legs trembling and weak as you clench around his cock, trying not to cum because you know—you know you'd be paying for it so much more later if you do.

"slutty whores like you don't get to cum," rin grunts, fucking into you for his own pleasure only yet it's what makes you continue to plead and plead until—

"oi, suna! let the girl cum already," you hear atsumu yell from inside the apartment, and it's what has you coming undone all over rin's cock, your cum dripping down your legs and his balls.