#ojiro.spice

Don’t make them upset. Don’t make me upset. He didn’t specify what kind of entertainment you’d be offering to them, but the feeling of uncertainty was quickly replaced by humiliation and red hot embarrassment. Watery eyes occasionally flickering to the previous teammates of your brother, their cocks in their hands while you’re on your knees, scratched and burning from the rough fucking on the floor. Cheek pressed against the flooring, it’s cool against your hot skin, drool dripping from your slightly open lips, a puddle forming under it.

Shinsuke didn’t mind it, you’d clean up your own mess afterwards anyways. Although you didn’t know how much of a mess you’d make, seeing as the wetness between your thighs and cum oozing onto the floor was only from Shinsuke’s first load. He was good at making a complete mess out of you, his energy hardly spent by the time the only thing you can think about is how good you feel. Even as his hips snapped to slap into your skin, the stinging sensation of his brutal thrusts was almost just a memory as your mind focused on reaching your own end, craving release. A hand moving in between your legs was quickly smacked away, your whine following as Shinsuke held your hand in his own.

“Wandering hands get you punishments, don’t you remember? You know better than to disobey my orders,” despite drilling himself into your sopping cunt, his voice is at an even level and doesn’t betray him for a second. You, on the other hand, are not that controlled.

“Shin, plea- please!” Your tongue feels heavy as you plead for some more friction, desperate to have your own release. He doesn’t change his facial features, so you panic. “I’ll be good, I promise! Plea-”

“Shut up,” he growls out, pushing your head back onto the floor. “You’re just here for entertainment,”

“Why don’t you let us scratch that itch for her?” Atsumu’s voice reminds you of all the eyes on your body, your head snapping to see hes completely undressed himself. “I’d be happy to help,”

“I don’t see why not,” Osamu’s voice is next, him shedding clothing to match his brother. “It’d be better for us if we could have a taste, wouldn’t it?”

“I suppose so,” Shinsuke’s voice is low, as if he’s still mulling it over. He removes himself from you, your body falling limp against the floor before being picked up and placed in Shinsuke’s lap. In a moment, Shinsuke is inside your walls once more, fitting snugly as if he belongs there, your legs on the sides on him. “Time to put in the effort,” he whispers, hands kneading your breasts.

Osamu takes his position, on the floor as his mouth descends on your clit, making you gasp and buck all at once, leaving you to moan and let Atsumu push his cock into your mouth. The sudden intrusion had your eyes scrunching up as your tongue wandered around his cock. It wasn’t too long until you heard the shuffling of other clothes and the other members making their way to you. Eyes open to see Suna pushing his cock on your face, his phone in front of his face so you couldn’t see much. Aran was next, his cock falling on your face on the other side.

“Please them too, [Y/N],” Shinsuke ordered, fingers still tweaking your nipples as his lips pressed themselves behind your ear, a sensitive spot he found months ago. A mewl had you popping off of Atsumu, a hand moving to his and Aran’s cocks while your tongue flicked against Suna’s tip, eyes glancing up to see the camera still angled down at you. Behind the camera, you could see him smirking down at you, your cunt fluttering as you continued to look into the camera, taking him into your mouth and licking up the underside of him. Your hands continued to work on Atsumu’s and Aran’s cocks, but you had to tend to them with your mouth, too.

Pressing a kiss to Suna’s tip, you changed hand positions, having your mouth pressed to Aran’s cock. His hand found itself in your hair, gentle tugs as you struggled to take him all into your mouth. He’s big, much bigger than you expected, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth as your eyes roll back, feeling Osamu flick his tongue against your clit before sucking on the nerves. Shinsuke wasn’t doing much of anything, the occasional kiss against your hot skin and his hands busying themselves with your breasts, but your legs were burning from the erratic bounces on his cock, desperate for friction inside.

The kept going, with your mouth alternating between the three men before you and hands tending to the ones left without a hole to fuck, Osamu keeping your cunt gushing with juices as his tongue works at your nerves. Shinsuke barely does any work, but he does occasionally rock his hips when your walls flutter around him, when Osamu sucks on your clit and sets your nerves on fire. It isn’t until Shinsuke is digging his fingers into your thighs, forcing you to move more on him to you realize they’re close to their own ends. With Shinsuke’s desperate, the others remove themselves from you while you bounce on his cock, moans freely spilling as your head is thrown back, cunt dripping with your own release and coating his cock.

With a low groan, Shinsuke forces all of him inside you once more, your legs twitching as clear fluid sprays against Osamu’s face, dripping onto the floor, as white cum fills your awaiting cunt. Hot cum paints against your face, the three men aiming to coat your face with their own seed. Suna captures each second, even as your eyes open, only to be out of focused and lidded, cum oozing onto your chest as your tongue collects some of the white liquid, tasting all of them.

“Now it’s my turn, Kita,” Osamu says, wiping your cum off of his face. Shinsuke pulls out of you, your mewls making their cocks twitch as you’re lain on the floor, cunt gushing with cum.