you drop the remotes onto the bed in front of you and reach a hand forward, letting your palm roll over his leaking tip, so flushed that it looks painful.

suna recoils immediately, desperately trying to shrink away from your touch as you rotate your wrist, making sure to run a finger along his sensitive slit. he jerks, arms straining hard against the restraints, and throws his head back as you wrap your fingers around him.

"i need to cum, fuck ple-ease—"

his voice cracks and you look up at his face, surprised to see pearly tears streaming down his pink cheeks. he's gnawing at his lip, giving you pleading eyes that'd break anyone—his green irises are diluted with unshed tears, his watery gaze praying that you'll give him permission to cum.

"not yet."you blindly reach for a controller and push a button—it's the plug's—and he wails, blabbering mindless nonsense as the toy massages his prostate.

"oh god," he cries, body shaking. "it's too much—fuck, it's too much—i can't take it anymore."

he inhales sharply as your hand begins moving up and down his cock. 

"i gotta cum, please—baby, fuck, please lemme cum, i gotta cum, i gotta cum so bad—"

you quiet him with a kiss, one that he desperately moans into. he whines when you pull away, but he quickly forgets about it as you mess with the other remote. 

the vibrations along his cock get stronger and he shudders, singing out high-pitched mewls. 

"no more," he begs, voice fragile. "no more, no more, i have to cum, i need to cum, fuck, i need it, baby—please please, i fucking need it, i need it so bad—"

"you can take it," you purr, pressing the vibrator more directly against his shaft. he sobs, struggling uselessly, the muscles flexing uncontrollably as his hips jump. 

"h-how much longer? i can't—i gotta—"

you smile sadistically, fully aware that five minutes have passed.

"five more minutes."

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“fuck, fine. fine, fine, fine, please just make me feel good, please i want it so bad, miss you so much—”

“yeah?” you feel heat start pooling in your gut but push it aside for the sake of toying with him. “you miss me? you miss my hand on your cock stroking you faster and faster ‘til you’re crying underneath me? hm?”

“god, yes,” he whimpers. his hand slaps more aggressively against his lower stomach, the squelching noises of his pre-cum against his skin getting louder. “i love it when you touch me and tease me and make me cum.”

“aw, is that right?” you readjust yourself on the bed so that you’re able to touch yourself, slinking a hand down your pants. “and my mouth? you miss that, too?”

he’s barely able to respond, only letting out a high-pitched moan before speaking. “your mouth,” he says breathily. “always so hot and wet and fuck! fuck, why can’t you be here with me, why can’t you be here fucking me and making me cum over and over and over and—”

his breathing stutters, the thrusts of his hand getting sloppier and sloppier and you hear it. you can practically see the way his tongue is lolling out of his mouth, how his abs are tightening erratically, how his adam’s apple is bobbing with every desperate swallow. the visualization sends a bolt of pleasure down your spine and you scramble not to get lost in your own desire.

“but you miss being inside me the most, don’t you? or even better, me inside you—”

bokuto moans, a pained sound that perfectly encapsulates his longing, his need, his yearning for you. “please i’m gonna—please let me—”

“don’t cum.”

at that, he wails, a string of senseless sobs and babbles flowing into your ears. “no, why, why, why, baby? need you so bad, need to cum so bad, just please let me cum, baby, fuck! lemme cum, please, please, god please—”

“don’t do it, kou,” you warn, bringing your phone closer to you to unlock it. “i mean it.”

“but i—” 

his voice falters as you push the video call button, the musical ringtone echoing through the call. he immediately picks up and you’re met with the absolutely sinful sight of his tear-tracked face and bitten pink lips, his big golden eyes looking at you on his screen like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world.

you stand your phone against the headboard before positioning yourself so that the lower half of your body is in the frame. craning your neck so that your face pops in for a second, you give him a mischievous smile.

“you see, kou, patience is a virtue. and i’ll let you cum, but at least let me join in first.”

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you hum, moving the two of you backwards so that your back is against the wall. “don’t think about anything, alright? all you have to worry your pretty little head about is making mommy feel good. you think you can do that?”

he nods, his fingers getting bolder as he runs his thumbs over your nipples, watching in unabashed awe as they harden under his touch. “gonna make you feel good, mama,” he mumbles, before enveloping a bud in his mouth.

a small moan escapes your lips as you cradle the back of his head, encouraging him to continue. he detaches himself from your areola to suck at the soft skin around it, obsessed with the smell and flavor of your fruit-scented body wash. he just wants to lose himself in you, and he can feel his problems dissipating with the steam coming from behind the bathroom door.

“you’re such a good boy, shinsuke,” you coo, hand traversing downwards to feel the growing bulge in his pants. he whimpers as your palm makes contact, shuddering at the light stimulation and desperately trying to suppress his noises by lapping more fervently at your breasts. 

his tongue swirls small circles along your curves, the occasional vibrations rumbling through your nerves as he moans and whines. a particularly teasing squeeze of your hand on his cock forces him to throw his head back, a line of silver spit connecting your tits to his mouth.

kita’s absolutely wrecked, face flushed red with desperation and lips glossy with drool. “mama ‘m gonna—”

his words are cut off by a sharp gasp as his forehead falls onto your collarbone, hands trailing downwards to grip at your hips. he tries to focus on sucking at your other nipple but it’s messy—his mouth keeps falling open and saliva can’t help but cascade from his lips as he cries in pleasure.

“cum for me, baby.” 

“can’t,” he protests weakly, mumbling something along the lines of but i wanna make you cum, too while groping at your flesh. 

“you deserve it, you’ve been so good,” you insist. “so cum for mommy.”

he complies almost instantly, pushing you both further into the wall as he practically collapses onto you with the force of his orgasm, mewls tumbling from his mouth. “thank you, mama, thank you.”

you stroke his back, letting him relax into your embrace. “feel any better?”

“yeah,” he says in a hushed tone before looking up at you with a bashful smile. “it’s good to be home.”

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the movement of his cock inside you is getting less and less controlled, the cup of lemonade you'd been sipping before he cornered you getting precariously close to the edge of the table, shuddering with every push of his hips. you have half a mind to reach out and grab it, your trembling hand barely grasping around the bottom of the cup as the liquid starts splashing over the sides.

"w-wait, it's gonna spill." you know your words fall on deaf ears—it's not like atsumu, or you for that matter, give a damn about some lemonade, but you don't want to express your worry that someone could walk near the pool and see you in this position, getting fucked out of your mind. "'tsumu don't, it's gonna get all sticky."

he shoves his cock all the way into you as he cums with a low groan, his chest completely laying over your back, squishing you further onto the table. you follow suit, cunt spasming as you reach your high, trying your best to quiet your moans by biting down on your lower lip.

when the two of you have caught your breath, you become aware of your hand, soaked with lemonade, the skin sticky and sweet. "look what you did," you pout, turning towards atsumu and waving your hand in front of his face. "got lemonade all over me."

there's not an ounce of remorse on his face, just a hungry smile as he brings your hand up to his mouth and sucks on your fingers, relishing in the tangy sourness of the drink. he drags his tongue along your wrist, tracing a single drop of lemonade that's trailing there.

"it's okay, baby," he mumbles, glancing up at you and giving you a gaze full of lust. "gives me an excuse to lick you up."

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your head jerks towards the edge of the bed as you see a very angry-looking kuroo, tie haphazardly loosened and dress shirt partially untucked as if he’d rushed to get here. “tetsurou?” your mind is still hazy with sleep, and you’re not really sure why he’s home so much earlier than usual. “what are you—”

in an instant, he’s on top of you, caging you in with his arms and wearing an expression of absolute infuriation. “what did you think was gonna happen, huh? sending me such a slutty picture in the middle of my meeting?”

you struggle to find a justification for yourself. “well i didn’t mean to—”

“you know i had to leave early because of you? i got so fucking hard,” he growls, “and i had to tell them i had a ‘family emergency’ because i have to put you back in your fucking place.”

becoming keenly aware of the familiar throbbing between your legs, you let your eyes trail across his heaving figure, admiring how hot he looks in office attire. you’re too busy eye-fucking him to realize that he’s asked you a question, and it’s not until he grabs your face and forces you to make eye contact with him that you realize you’re in big trouble.

“what was that?”

“i said,” his voice is dangerously low, “how many times did you cum?” for a brief second, you consider lying, consider saying that it was all a rouse to get a rise out of him and you didn’t actually decide to masturbate, but the evidence is clear—you fell asleep with your hand still in your underwear. 

“three,” you whisper.

he whistles. “three? you’ve got nerve. alright, so you owe me that much plus interest, so let’s say six.”

your eyes widen. “six? there’s no way i can take that much, you’ve gotta—”

kuroo immediately moves your panties to the side and latches onto your clit, teasing the bud with his tongue and prodding at your hole with his fingers. the pressure’s already mounted—within a few minutes you’re trembling, hands on either side of you fisting the sheets, as you reach an earth-shattering high that leaves you panting.

“that’s one,” he murmurs. his hands grab at your waist and flip you over like a ragdoll so that you’re on your stomach, ass high in the air. he gives you a teasing pinch on the skin of your hips before yanking your panties down your thighs and lapping at your slit, moaning at the wetness. 

you shake helplessly as his tongue coaxes you open, and then he’s fucking you with it, licking at the soft flesh of your pussy. one of his hands reaches over to arch your back further, giving him an angle that makes you scream in pleasure. with just a few flicks of his tongue, you’re twitching as yet another orgasm crashes down onto you, your cum making its way into his eager mouth.

“two,” he says smugly.

kuroo shuffles, shifting his weight on his legs, and you’re granted a rare moment of clemency, taking advantage of it to catch your breath and calm the beating of your heart. 

it doesn’t last long, however, because you hear the tell-tale clink of a belt buckle and the sound of fabric being thrown onto the ground.

“wait,” you gasp. “i need a minute, just need a breather.”

“no, no, no,” he tsks, shaking his head with a shitty smile on his face. “did you take a breather when you were busy playing with yourself? didn’t think so.”

you shove your face into the blankets as he pushes his cock into you without warning, muffling your moans. with every thrust, you feel yourself getting dizzier and dizzier, the pulsing of your cunt almost hurting in sensitivity. at some point, you collapse onto the bed, forearms giving out in exhaustion and succumbing to the force of his body pistoning into yours.

“aw, baby,” he purrs condescendingly. “don’t pass out just yet.”

“can’t take it,” you say weakly, voice raspy.

“you can do it,” he grunts, the sounds of skin-on-skin getting faster. “you’ll have to, because we’re not even halfway there.”

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you feel so full that it makes your head dizzy—your pussy's already being split by his girth, and the addition of something stretching your hole has you panting. 

he draws his hand away, leaving you whining at the loss of stimulation, and he chuckles.

"so impatient," he tsks. "don't worry, baby. i got it right here."

the 'it' in question is a bright pink dildo—it's significantly smaller than iwaizumi's cock but big enough to make you squirm as he eases it into your ass, already slick with lube.

"o-oh," you whimper, clutching at the sheets as he guides the toy inside of you. "oh m'god."

iwaizumi hisses as he watches you through the recording on his phone screen. 

"fuck," he groans. "look at you. suckin' it right up. fuck, that's hot."

focusing the camera lens on your backside, he records the lewd way your ass is stretched around the pink silicone, dribbles of lube and your slick gliding along the sides as he moves it inside you.

he pulls the dildo out a bit before pushing it back in, getting into a rhythm with his own movements—dildo in, cock out. within a few seconds, he's fucking you from both ends and you're drooling, shoving yourself into the pillow to quiet your desperate moans.

"ah, ah!" 

iwaizumi picks up the pace—you feel stretched to the brim, like you'll break at any moment.

it's amazing.

"ha-ji-me," you cry. "feels so good."

"i know, pretty girl, i know." 

he grunts as you clench erratically around him, clearly getting close to your orgasm. 

"can feel you—shit—squeezing me. can feel you squeezing so hard i feel the fucking toy."

all you can manage are choked moans as his skin smacks against yours, the wet noises of your arousal and lube ringing through the air at an embarrassingly loud volume. 

"god, you're so hot," he manages through heavy breaths. "such a sexy fuckin’ girl getting fucked by two cocks like this."

at his words, you keen, throwing your head back as you eyes roll. you're so tantalizingly close—it won't take much to make you cum. 

"l-look here," iwaizumi breathes. "look at the camera. lemme see your face when you cum."

you crane your neck to the side in a way that's borderline painful, your watery eyes barely able to see straight. you catch a glimpse of iwaizumi—his brows furrowed and lips parted—and the image of how turned on he is sends you hurtling into your orgasm. 

you can't help but shut your eyes and moan, filling the phone speakers with you angelic noises as you tighten around iwaizumi's cock. 

"fuck!"

 iwaizumi cums immediately, the vision of you in bliss combined with your wet heat around him cutting away the last strings of his self-control. 

you lay there panting for a few seconds, iwaizumi tenderly massaging your hips and ass with calloused palms. 

"how was," you mumble, "the video?"

"you were great," iwaizumi says with a smile, brushing the hair that's been plastered to your forehead away from your face. "but i'm not sure if my camerawork was all that good."

you giggle. "mm, i didn't know having something in my ass would feel so good. we should do it again."

iwaizumi tries not to make his nod seem too eager. "definitely."

he brings his lips closer to your ear and you shiver. "i've never been more jealous of a dildo. maybe next time we'll see if you can fit me in there, hm?"

“fuck next time,” you say, a dazed smile on your lips. “let's film a sequel right now.”

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“you good, baby?” mattsun doesn’t look at you when he asks you the question—his eyes are trained on the table before you where two of his friends and their partners are waving you over, responding with a wave of his own—but the low tremor of his voice is clearly directed towards you. 

“never been better,” you say between clenched teeth, plastering on a smile. it’s getting harder to control your body even though it’s only been around ten minutes since he stuffed the toy up your panties and turned it on—you, without a doubt, underestimated the kind of effect it would have on you.

you’re certain that your underwear is soaked by now. the way mattsun quirks his eyebrow and gives you a shit-eating grin at tells you that he’s certain of that too.

“that’s great to hear.”

he rests a hand on the small of your back, leading you to the inside of the booth and then shuffling in beside you so that you’re between him and the end of the bench. you’re keenly aware of the pocket of his pant leg pressing against you—more specifically, the remote control to the very vibrator that’s inside you in the pocket of his pant leg pressing against you.

he slides his hand into the pocket and you suck in a breath.

“so, how have things been going lately?” makki, who’s sitting on the other side of the table, gestures between the two of you. “heard you're thinking of getting a new apartment.”

“oh yeah,” you reply. “just thinking so far. i’m being considered for a promotion right now, so if all goes well we’ll be moving out soon.”

iwaizumi, who’s next to makki, makes a face. “don’t tell me your boss is still that creepy guy who has a thing for you.”

your jaw drops into an exasperated smile as you turn to mattsun, shoving him slightly. “did issei tell you that? he does not have a thing for me—”

“—yes he does.” mattsun interrupts with a dry laugh. “i’m not an idiot. he never takes his eyes off of you.”

“i don’t blame him,” makki interjects, amusement glinting in his eyes. “you’ve got a very pretty girl there, mattsun.”

you shake your head, smiling. “psh, stop i—”

biting down harshly on your lower lip, you cut yourself off, your body jerking forward as the vibrations in your pussy increase in intensity. you shoot a glare at mattsun, who’s looking at you expectantly, as if he’s daring you to do something about it.

his hand is still in his pocket.

you can’t help but press your thighs together in an effort for more stimulation, the need to orgasm beginning to overwrite your common sense. all you want to do is throw your head back, close your eyes, and let mattsun finish what he started, but you’re in public and you’re with his friends.

“hey, are you okay?” iwaizumi’s got a look of mild concern on his face as your nails dig into the wood of the table.

“yeah, i’m fine,” you breathe. “just...” you look to mattsun for some help—you really can’t manage to think of a convincing lie, not when you’ve got such a big distraction—and he surprisingly takes pity on you.

“period cramps,” he explains.

makki and iwaizumi nod their heads, though neither seems particularly persuaded. you swear you see them share a look.

after a few minutes of small talk, something you’re barely able to participate in without your voice wavering, the waiter comes by to take orders. you’re granted a moment of relief where you’re not wrapped up in trying to maintain a conversation while wanting nothing more than to get off as makki and iwaizumi chat with them about one of the dishes.

“nice save,” mattsun rumbles in your ear, tearing your gaze away from the menu before you. “almost thought i had you with that one.” he pushes another button on the remote and you nearly slam the table with your fist, instead choosing to dig your fingers into your leg.

“well, don’t hold your breath,” you shoot back once you’ve regained the ability to speak, your voice hushed and shaking. “i can take it.”

“we’ll see,” he replies, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to pull you in closer. “after all, we haven’t even started eating yet. i’ve got all night.”

you never really know what you’ll get with deviations. that’s why you suppose the two of you like them so much.

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100%, without a doubt, kita is an amazing brat tamer.

not even in the traditional way that he punishes you into submission, more like he’s so good to you that he makes you question why you ever wanted to act up in the first place.

he’s so kind, so understanding, so keen to satisfy you—why would you ever test his patience? what would compel you to do such a thing to the perfect man that has never done you wrong?

guess he’ll have to fuck some sense into you since you apparently can only think with your pussy and not your brain.

he was planning on disciplining you once you got back home from the reunion, but the way you were fawning over his former teammates was making him see red.

if he heard another coo about how strong “tsum-tsum”’s arms looked or how muscled “’jiro”’s thighs seemed, he was positive he’d break his jaw from how harshly he was clenching it.

he might’ve held it together if it weren’t for the way you were so blatantly dismissing him, even daring to say “not right now, shin’”, waving him away while shamelessly tracing the tattoos on suna’s arms.

that was the last straw. 

you wanted attention? you wanted to have an attitude? you wanted to be a bitch to your loving, caring boyfriend? fine. kita could deal with brats like you.

he’d make sure you remembered how kind he was when he was knuckle-deep in your cunt. even if he had to break you.

“are ya happy now? happy that i gotta put you in your place like this?” kita’s voice was practically dripping venom. if your thoughts weren’t so muddled, you’d definitely be shocked at how he sounded: he’d never been this mad at you before. ever.

you could barely manage a few whines; the way his fingers perfectly thrusted in and out of you pushing the air from your lungs. “d-daddy,” you gasped. “’m sorry. ‘m so sorry, i won’t do it again, i s—” you choked on your words as he prodded at your g-spot. “i swear. i promise!”

his thumb brushed over your swollen clit, sending you keening. “i don’t believe ya. ya were so rude, ya know that? pushed me away when i brought ya a drink, told me ya were busy when i got ya yer jacket, said ya liked ‘samu’s cookin’ better than mine... ya got nerve. i’ll give ya that.”

tears were flowing freely down your face now, though you weren’t sure if they were from the guilt pooling in your stomach or the overwhelming pleasure in your cunt. 

“s-sorr—”

“i don’t wanna hear it. ya know what girls with attitudes are?” he scissored his fingers, making you clutch to his biceps, fingers digging helplessly into skin.

he paused, waiting for a response, slapping your thigh when you stared at him blankly, lower lip trembling. you shook your head vigorously, small sobs escaping your mouth. you knew what he was going to say, what he was going to call you. “no, daddy! ‘m not a—”

“bad girls,” he cut you off. “girls with attitudes are bad girls. ya know what that makes ya?” he adjusted his wrist, immediately sending you over the edge. you gushed over his fingers, soaking his forearm with the spray of you cum.

“n-no!” you mumbled, brain running wild from your orgasm, burying your head into his neck. “‘m not bad! ‘m a good girl. your good girl!”

his gaze hardened. “that makes ya a bad girl.” he continued, ignoring your pitiful cries of protest. “and bad girls get punished.”