#cw.gangbang

It’s just supposed to be a little get together was what you were told. Two hours later, each old teammate of Bokuto was still downstairs, chatting and laughing. Every time Bokuto laughed so joyously, it rubbed you the wrong way. It was like he forgot about you, sitting back and talking to his old teammates. You were supposed to be hidden out of sight, but your needs needed to be met and if that meant walking downstairs to remind your brother you were still waiting for him, that’s what you’d do.

You didn’t expect him and his friends to wave you over.

“[Y/N]! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you! Visiting your nii-san, eh?” Komi asked, an eyebrow raised. ‘Visiting’ was one way to put it, but you were actually living with Bokuto, guest room still unused as your belongings were in his bedroom.

“Guess you could say that,” Bokuto threw out, then continued. “She’s going to college here, so it’s easier to live with me than pay for on-campus living,”

“Saving money, I see,” Akaashi piped up, taking a drink from his glass. It was just water, which meant they weren’t drinking alcohol. Bokuto had a soda, but everyone else looked like they were drinking tea or water.

“Hey, [Y/N],” Bokuto tapped you on the shoulder, making you turning your head towards him. “Can you get me another drink?”

“Of course, Kōtarō-nii,” taking his empty bottle, you go into the kitchen to see where he keeps the soda. Since he doesn’t want you to have any, they’re usually up high. Standing on your toes, you still can’t reach the sweet drinks. To speed up the time, you hop on the counter only to feel someone’s hands guiding you off.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” Bokuto says, caging you to the counter. “I thought I told you to stay upstairs,”

“I was bored, nii-san,” you whine, pressing yourself against him. “You’re ignoring me,”

“I’m entertaining my guests. You need to learn how to be patient,” he whispers, one of his hands rubbing at the spot between your thighs. “You’re dripping. Have you been touching yourself?”

“It’s not the same, plea—”

“If you’re good, I’ll fill you up so many times you’ll be swollen with my seed, how about that?” You nod your head, still pressing yourself against him. “Stop pushing yourself on me or I’m gonna have to punish you,”

With a final warning, Bokuto gets his own drink and removes himself from you, sighing as he sees your pout. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he pats your head. “Just another hour, okay?”

That’s what he said.. an hour ago.

Sitting beside him was almost too much to bear. Knowing he could take you whenever he wanted to and him knowing you’re desperately waiting for him to touch you, it’s all too much. Even as your thoughts swim with the image of him absolutely ravishingly you in front of his friends, your pleading eyes and a pout his way whenever he glances at you, yet all he gives is his arm around your shoulders. As a good big brother should, but this is getting to be too much.

Sarukai is the one who decided to play a game. It was a silly card game you played as kids, but it was fun to pass time. Since you didn’t wanna play, you had to sacrifice your spot to Akaashi, your bottom instead being placed on Bokuto’s thigh. A warning squeeze on your hip was all you got, quickly telling them that you were cold which they all brushed off, going on with the game. He was like a heater, warmth rising from beneath his clothes, but it just made you more hot and bothered. It wasn’t until he started rubbing a hand on your thigh — inner thigh, included, his fingers brushing against your sensitive area — did you really feel impatient.

You hoped nobody would notice as your body started moving, and it seemed like they didn’t. Legs on either side of his thigh, you rubbing yourself against him, trying to get as much friction as you could. Bokuto doesn’t stop you, his hand instead rubbing soothing circles into your hip as you continue to grind against his thigh. Eventually, you end up humping his thigh as the rubbing effect wears off, only to have him lean down to your ear. “You can’t wait, can’t you? Such a needy slut needs to be punished, you know?”

There’s no other warning, you suddenly being pushed in the middle of the game as everyone shoots back in shock, surprised at Bokuto’s actions. “You’ve wanted this for a bit, haven’t you? That’s why you’re even wetter, isn’t it?” He smiles down at you, prying your shorts off. He then addresses the guests of his abode, “you guys get to see how much my beloved sister loves me,”

With your shorts and panties off, you’re staining the wooden table with your dripping juices as Bokuto gets his cock out. His friends seem into it, sitting back on the couches and chairs, eyes glued to the way Bokuto spreads your sopping cunt, clenching around nothing as you wait for him in anticipation. Licking his lips, he sinks into you, without letting you adjust as your legs tense and your toes curl, squeezing him as he pushes himself all the way in.

“Did you already cum?” He asks, seemingly dumbfounded by your sudden orgasm. You don’t answer, simply keeping your head against the table and having your eyes rolled into the back of your head. With no response, he decides to roughly thrust up into you, making you gasp as he pushes in so far, feeling so full as he snaps his hips to yours, your hands grasping at the edges of the table as you moan. Through your blurry vision, you’re able to see his old teammates with their own cocks out, hands around the thick appendages as their eyes are trained on how well you take in their former captain’s cock.

It’s only mere seconds before you’re mewling, back arching as you’re clamping around his cock again, body twisting with the force of your orgasm as you shake. Bokuto removes himself from your cunt, though, making you whine. “Don’t worry. I’m gonna let my friends have a turn with you, though. You seem eager Akaashi, wanna go first?”

“I’d much prefer her mouth than her pussy, Bokuto-san,” he says, moving around to your head. His cock comes into view, to which you eagerly open your mouth to take him in, tongue killing out to lick at the tip.

“I won’t pass up free pussy,” Konoha chuckles, taking Bokuto’s position and pushing into you. “Thought she’d be loose after taking a cock that big, but you’re tight as a virgin!” He laughs, pinching your clit as you squeeze down on him even more, muffled moans coming from your throat which is stuffed with Akaashi’s cock.

“Mhm! I taught her well, didn’t I?” Bokuto hums, guiding one of your hands to his cock. “Don’t forget about me, baby girl,” he says, low as he watches your hand jerk him off. Despite your eyes not being anywhere around his form, your hand works expertly from experience of handjobs. Akaashi seems pleased himself, fingers occasionally tracing your jaw and throat, only to close your nose as he face fucks you. Konoha seems to be enjoying himself, as well, your legs secured around his waist as he thrusts into you, his thumb rubbing at your bundle of nerves that has milky fluid coating his cock with each thrust.

“I’m close, can I do it inside?” He asks, looking at Bokuto, using his own hand to guide yours.

“No. You can cum in her ass, but not her cunt. That’s only for her nii-san, isn’t that right?” He directs the last bit at you, fingers pinching your nipples as your body jerks. Konoha decides to pull out, letting his semen paint your stomach white as he groans, making sure every drop lands on your skin. Akaashi is right behind him, closing your nose as he shoots his own load down your throat, your eyes glazed over as you drink it all.

Konoha takes it upon himself to push back into your cunt, feeling your walls clamp around him once more time. It’s too much and you feel something warm fill your insides, eyes widening as you think he put a load in you. When he pulls out, however, you feel it trickling out as the warm liquid drips from your cunt. “Seems she’ll only take cum, not piss,”

“She’ll take it, won’t you, pretty girl?” Bokuto coos, fingers keeping your mouth open as Akaashi takes his turn, warm liquid filling your mouth as you struggle to not let any spill. Once he’s done, Bokuto closes your mouth and nose to force it down, your eyes squeezed shut as it tastes bitter. “See? Just gotta know which hole to use. It’s okay, I’ll clean her out so you can use her again,” he hums once more, pushing his thick cock into your still leaking pussy. The force of his thrust has you mewling, drool spilling from your lips as your body jostles with each thrust. “There’s a cute little trick her cunt will do if you give her a bit of pain,” he grunts, fishing a lighter out of his pocket. Your eyes widen at the familiar click of the item, brief light before it’s shut off. He hands it to Konoha, who then flicks it on as he brings the fire close to your face, the light dancing ridiculously close to your cheek. Akaashi keeps you fron moving your head, sweat beginning to form as Konoha brings the lighter closer, the flame barely licking your skin as you scream, tongue lolling out as your squirt all over Bokuto’s abdomen, his groan overwhelmed by your cute noises. With another thrust, he’s spilling his own load into you, fill you up exactly how you wanted him to.

Konoha shuts off the lighter, then locks across the mark against your cheek where the flame touched you, pressing a sweet kiss in apology to the hot skin. “Now, what do we say, [Y/N]?”

“Thank you for filling me up nii-san. I’ll take anything you give to me, I promise,” you sweetly say, another moan as you feel Bokuto’s piss fill you up as well, his thumb rubbing your clit.

“Don’t worry, baby. Only I’ll be able to breed you, but my friends can have their fun, can’t they? I’ll promise to give you all my attention later, is that okay?” Your response is a nod of the head, the rest of his friends eager to have your holes and your hands around their cocks.

Semi owns the high structure, running a legal business while his longtime business partners help with his illegal business. In one of the offices, he discusses work related activities while his friends sit at the table, each enjoying a drink and a smoke. He leans back in his large chair, one hand holding a glass of champagne while his other hand wraps around your waist, keeping you on his lap. One of your arms is circled around his neck, fingers playing with the flap of his professional shirt. Your other hand holds a glass of champagne as well, swirling the golden liquid around the glass as you gingerly sip at the sweet nectar. It’s the only alcohol you’re allowed, of course, as Semi refuses to let your sweet lips taste the bitterness of whiskey his friends enjoy so much.

Ushijima drinks sake that he shares with Yamagata and Tendō, much preferring the warm and smooth liquid compared to the chilled burn that comes with whiskey. Goshiki and Shirabu eagerly discuss their next operation with Semi, swirling the caramel liquid around their own glasses.

“We could always get quite a bit of money out of vulnerability, if you know what I mean,” Shirabu mentions, smiling as he says so. He doesn’t make eye contact with you, but you look at him in confusion. “After all, that one Family has picked up quite a few girls recently”

“I don’t pick on helpless girls, Shirabu. You should know better than to suggest such a thing,” Semi says back, his voice colder than the whiskey in Goshiki’s hand. “It’s not my cup of tea, after all. We’re not Nohebi — we don’t hurt those who have not wronged us,”

“I- I apologize. I shouldn’t have spoken of such things,” Shirabu immediately says, bowing his head. “Any punishm-“

“Don’t worry. I won’t kick you out just for a rotten suggestion. You’re still useful, so stop begging like a mutt,” Semi says, a hand tightening around your waist as you begin to grind on him. “Not now, pet,” he whispers in your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Shall we stick to our normal activity, then?” Ushijima suggests, his large hand on top of a map of the city. It highlights roads and underground areas that nobody every looks or goes down, making them ideal for smuggling. “A dealer from America has offered a hefty price for 50 kg of cocaine. Shall we take the deal? It’s also been offered to the Karasuno and Aoba Johsai family,” he adds. Semi downs the rest of his champagne, setting the glass on the table as you take the opportunity to continue pressing yourself against him. A warning squeeze is on your hip, then it leaves, your lips tasting the sweet liquid once more as you act coy.

“Perhaps. How much money is he asking for?” Semi finally asks, letting Ushijima drop a big number. Whenever money is involved, everyone always gets so loud and annoying, trying to reason why the money should or shouldn’t be used. Of course, you’re never a part of it, instead focusing on trying to get your darling Semi to break.

“Hey, hey, let’s all calm down for a bit, huh?” Tendō suggests, standing up as eyes train on him. Even your eyes flicker to him as he pulls out something wrapped up from his pocket. “I knew we’d end up getting all tense from this, so I brought a little relaxer. Don’t worry, it’s just a puff and you’ll be feeling a bit better,” he says, putting the blunt in his mouth before lighting it. The smell immediately envelops the room and you cringe your nose in disgust. It’s weed, of course, probably a stock given to Tendō for helping with the recent operation. After a few puffs, he passes the blunt to Ushijima, who takes a few puffs himself.

It continues like this, with Tendō lighting another blunt to share between him, Ushijima, and Yamagata. As Goshiki takes a hit from it, the blunt is passed to Semi. Waiting for your turn, he takes another before passing it on to Kawanishi. You whine as he shushes you, kissing you as you can taste the cannabis on his breath, the smoke not quite dissipated. When he parts, he licks your lips and gives you another peck. “Can’t have you touching your lips to something another man has touched with his. After all, you are my good girl, aren’t you?”

“Mhm,” you moan against his lips, desperate for more. He can obviously feel you literally pulsing on his lap, his hard cock pressing against your bare pussy. You’ve been desperate for him since he plopped your ass on his lap and promised he’d give you what you wanted when business was done with. While everyone was passing around the blunt and getting high, you just wanted them to finish talking so he would finally bend you over the table and fuck you.

But he was a patient man with an iron rule.

“Stop teasing,” he hisses in your ear, eyes looking at everyone in the room. “If you don’t stop, you’ll be left a needy mess all night,”

“But— But nii-san,” you beg, hoping to use your trump card. You see pink adorn his cheeks, pleased at the name, but he shakes his head. Huffing, you turn away from him as if you were a spoiled child, unable to play with your favorite toy. Deciding that if he won’t be tempted with sweet words and desperate moves, he’d be motivated or you’d get your own fill by someone else.

Getting off his lap, you make sure your dress is covering your rump, giving Semi a kiss before heading over to the champagne table. Taking your empty glass over there, you let it slip from your fingers and clatter against the carpeted flooring. Despite it being glass, it doesn’t break, but you do make sure to bend down when you have attention on you, making sure the air of the room freely hits your exposed pussy, before rightening yourself and putting the glass on the table. Grabbing another full glass, you go to head back to Semi, only to be pulled down by Tendō.

Tendō, amongst other things, is Semi’s right hand. Ushijima is muscle and is close with Semi, but Tendō’s the one who he confides in. Tendō is also the only one who can pull you into his lap without immediately getting shot in the chest. Passing his blunt on to Ushijima, Tendō grins at you as his hands rub at your ass, practically visible under the skirt. “What do you think you’re doing, prancing around and showing us all your goodies? I don’t think your big brother likes that, little one,” he says, smiling as you pout.

“Nii-san is being a meanie, so I figured maybe someone else could entertain me. After all, it’s so boring listening to all this big talk. I just wanna be filled up, is that too much to ask for?” You whine, curling up to Tendō and using your hand to encourage his further. He’s so close to your pussy, you can practically feel the warmth radiating from his fingers. When he gets much too close, Semi stands up and has Tendō immediately backing off, hands raised in the air as he has a teasing grin on his face while you pout.

All it takes is for Semi to curl his finger towards himself to get you moving, hips moving to draw attention to them. You’re quickly put in your place on Semi’s lap, his hand coming down against your ass before positioning you properly. “Such a needy little girl. It seems someone likes all the attention on her, hmm? How would you like it?” He practically sneers, spreading your legs as the air completely hits your folds, already soaked in just your incessant rubbing on him. Moving his hand between your legs, you throw your head back and let your nails dig into the muscle of his arm, moaning as he just grazes over your pussy, spreading them for his friends to see. “Absolutely drenched. Such an innocent looking girl, too,” he hums, brushing his fingers over your clit before pushing two into you. Biting down on your lip, you roll your head to gaze at the state of Semi’s friends.

Each one sports a large tent in their slacks, Tendō and Shirabu more debouched enough to have taken themselves out of their pants, rubbing against the hardness. The fact that they’re getting off on your brother — their Boss — touching you so sinfully has your toes curling as his fingers ease in and and out of you. It’s almost enough — almost. Retracting his fingers, Semi chuckles as you whine from the loss of contact.

“You wanted all this attention, didn’t you? Don’t be shy, boys. Go ahead and let her know what she’s doing to you,” he says, taking his own cock out of his slacks. You’re then pushed down, your hands grasping onto the edge of the table as Semi brushes his cock over your folds. Taking his words as a command, Shirabu and Goshiki are the first ones to bring their cocks over to your face. Shirabu lets the tip touch your cheek, precum dribbling on the skin while Goshiki pumps his own cock, desperate movements as he looks at you. Semi takes his pocket knife and cuts the straps of your dress, startling you, and pulls the top down, letting your breasts free. “Now be good a put on a show,”

Pushing past your folds is always pleasureful for you, feeling his cock easily slide into you. With him finally giving you what you want, you moan and Shirabu takes this opportunity to put his cock in your mouth, your tongue eagerly wrapping around him. Yamagata and Kawanishi are on your other side, one of them bending down to play with your nipples, a mouth coming around one. The other one presses his cock against your other cheek, you taking one hand to wrap around it. Goshiki moans as he reaches his end, his seed covering your back and dripping down your sides. Semi continues to thrust into you during all of this, hands tight around your waist as his friends play with your breasts and mouth.

Shirabu pushes you off of him, finishing over your face and watching some of his cum drip onto your tongue. Licking your lips, you giggle as Kawanishi brings your mouth over to his cock, deciding to finish off over your face, too. Popping off his cock, you give a couple of teasing licks before hearing him groan, his cum splattering across your face. Yamagata finishes almost at the same time, biting down harshly on your nipple as you hear his cum splash against the floor. Him biting on your nipple had you clenching around Semi, your orgasm hitting you so suddenly as you mewl, his cock rubbing your sweet spot.

Tendō, Reon, and Ushijima are the next takers. Semi takes your arms in his grip, keeping you suspended as the men hang their hard cocks in front of your face. “Open up, little girl,” Ushijima grunts, you complying as his large cock enters your mouth, almost hitting the back of your throat as Semi continues to bounce you on his cock. You’re quickly pulled off of Ushijima, your mouth then being filled by Reon’s cock, then by Tendō’s. You end up continuously alternating between the three cocks with your mouth, giving each one a lick and a hard suck, giving them all the love you can. Semi’s thrusts get rougher and harsher than the one before it, signaling he’s getting close to his own end.

Keeping one wrist in his grasp, he lets your right wrist go so you use that to give a handjob to Ushijima, alternating your mouth between Tendō and Reon. Semi’s right hand goes between your legs, rubbing at your clit that has you moaning around Reon’s cock, immediately being pulled off as he finishes all over your face, getting some of the milky liquid on your lashes and in your hair. Tendō puts your mouth on his cock, moving your head back and forth with Semi’s thrusts, your second orgasm overwhelming you as your legs give out, Semi catching you as he fills you up, making sure your cunt has every last drop of his seed. On the floor, Tendō and Ushijima give you their own cum to paint your face, your eyes completely blissed out as the alcohol makes you drowsy.

Soon enough, you’re passing out in Semi’s arms, the last thing you hear being the cheers from his friends.

A filthy fantasy your boyfriend had turned into this. A mess all over your carpet, your body, and your mind.

With cum splattered against your stomach and your face, you found yourself quickly overcome with overstimulation each time one of the men surrounding you had their turn with your pliant body. Even now, with your ass in the air and Matsukawa plowing his thick cock into you, all you could do is beg for more and whine for more, pressing kisses to Hanamaki’s cock as he pet your hair, singing praises to you. A gentle kiss to his slit before you’re opening your mouth with your tongue hanging out, glancing at him through your eyelids and putting him in you. He’s nice and big, his cock fitting nicely inside you, except his knot, and you moan around him, closing your eyes as you feel Matsukawa’s thrusts get sloppier. It’s the only warning he’s about to finish, with his knot being pushing past your walls the next one. A mewl comes from you, feeling him groan as your insides are coated white once more. With him stuck inside you, you focus on bobbing your head on Hanamaki’s cock, tongue lapping at the underside while he throws his head back on the couch, groaning at the sensations. “A proper slut, she is. You sure trained her well, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa says from behind you. Your boyfriend grunts in response, but you can feel his eyes trained on you.

“A needy omega, that’s all she is. This is a treat for her, after all. She’s been dealing with heats alone for most of the time,” Iwaizumi finally says. It’s true, you often spent your heats with your hands between your legs and a dildo inside you. Iwaizumi was always busy, so you couldn’t make him skip work just for you. Oikawa just chuckles in response, but says no more. You don’t worry about them too much, focusing on how Matsukawa ruts against you and how Hanamaki’s knot is getting bigger, your lips popping off of him to open your mouth, jacking him off the rest of the way with your hand. Feeling his seed spill out and clash against your face, only a few droplets enter your mouth, but you drink what you do get and lick your lips, lapping at his cock some more.

Matsukawa’s knot has deflated by the time you’re done cleaning Hanamaki’s cock and your face, already whining for more as previous loads seep from your cunt. It’s not enough, your fingers plunging into your cunt to push the cum back inside and to spread your folds, turning to Iwaizumi and Oikawa. “Never one to deny a lady in need,” Oikawa says, shrugging his shoulders as he walks to you. He’s had his turn before, so Iwaizumi decides to join in to the fun, picking you up so your grasping onto his broad shoulders. Pressing his lips to yours, you moan into the kiss as he bites on your lip, deepening the kiss. Oikawa takes this opportunity to push into you, forcing you to break the kiss as you moan and arch into him. Iwaizumi slides into your cunt, too, spreading you even further apart. It’s almost too much for your tiny little cunt to handle, their harsh thrusts into your stuffed and sticky hole.

Iwaizumi’s growls keep Oikawa from letting you hear his own grunts and groans, but his hands hold onto your waist as he drives himself into you, pressing his lips to your throat. Iwaizumi takes over your lips, muffling your moans as he bounces you on his and Oikawa’s cocks, knots begging to be inside you. You’re soon finding yourself creaming on their cocks, walls spasming as they both growl out, Iwaizumi attaching his lips to your bond mark, sinking his teeth into the marred flesh. Oikawa’s moaning himself, pushing his knot into you to release himself deep inside, Iwaizumi not too far behind him. A scream rips from your throat, feeling them both plugging you up to the fullest as they fill your fertile womb with two heavy and thick loads of cum.

well-fed by Bokugaos - MSBY 4 + Meian

Controller by Baehyukng - MSBY 4

Horrid by Iwaasfairy - Seijoh 4 ; mafia au, includes noncon, yandere, and sexual harrassment

Get Set by Iwaasfairy - MSBY!Meian, Barnes, Adriah, Alders!Fukuro ; I included this because underrated characters deserve love and damn.

positions by Suhkusa - MSBY 4 ; includes some watersports, slight somnophilia

The finals proved to show that Aoba Johsai couldn’t reach as high as their captain had wanted. Everyone had their own qualms and reasons why they lost, but in the end, nothing would change. Whether it was Oikawa’s leadership lacking, the manager’s inexperience in her role, or even Kyotani’s improvisation and spur of the moment actions, it didn’t matter. In the end, it just meant that Aoba Johsai wasn’t cut out for beating Karasuno. A lost everyone felt hard.

As captain, Oikawa decided to make it so there was a way to improve everyone’s morales. He asked for your consent, of course, to which you readily agreed. Only a few would be in attendance, but the setting of choice would be your house, while your parents were on vacation. It was also a bit of a present for Oikawa, since he mentioned leaving Japan to go to Argentina for studies and his professional volleyball career. Iwaizumi would make sure of that, just as the rest of the team would make sure you weren’t left out.

That’s how you found yourself like this.

With your throat being invaded by Hanamaki’s long cock and your cunt and ass being split open on Kindaichi’s and Kunimi’s cocks. Oikawa was in a similar position, his hole being ravaged by Iwaizumi while Matsukawa took his throat. The squelching of slick and juices dripping from both you and Oikawa had the alphas picking up the pace and the moans spilling from your lips to get louder, though muffled. Hanamaki made sure to keep his pace to fuck your throat, making sure you knew he was in control. Kunimi was thrusting into your cunt, lips wrapped around your nipples as if they’d start leaking milk. Kindaichi was inexperienced, but he kept a steady pace in and out of your ass, the warm lube creating enough wetness for him to glide in and out.

Oikawa’s moans drowned out yours, him taking the two much bigger cocks of the team. Iwaizumi was thick, with his knot enlarging to an even more enormous size, and Matsukawa’s was long and thick. Gagging and choking sounds mingled with mewls and Oikawa’s eyes were rolled back, tongue occasionally peaking out as it lapped at the drool spilling out. Iwaizumi was relentless and merciless in his thrusting, aiming to send Oikawa to Argentina with a special present. It was the same for all of them — to breed you both and watch all of your holes oozing with their seed.

The sensations violating your body was too much, feeling Hanamaki’s knot grow in size until he held your head flush against it, shooting a thick load against your throat walls. Kindaichi and Kunimi weren’t far behind, Kindaichi moaning as he held onto your hips and pushed his knot into you, mouth unlatching from Hanamaki to scream. Warmth flooded your insides, only for Kunimi to paint his own seed on your walls, his knot entering you much easier than Kindaichi’s. Walls spasming around Kunimi’s cock, he groans as he moves his mouth to your neck, licking at your scent glands.

Iwaizumi’s grunts mix with your keening whines of your orgasm, his own knot plugging up Oikawa as he spills a load inside his omega. Matsukawa takes control of Oikawa’s mouth, pushing him down as far as he can go as Oikawa’s moans rise in volume and drool spills around the top of the knot. Soon, white globs of semen spurt out and dribble down Oikawa’s chin, falling to the hardwood floor of your living room.