WARNINGS: pseudocest, stepcest, cheating, wombfucking, semi-public sex (in an alley), extremely light dumbification, breeding kink, spit kink, Osamu has a dick piercing
4.5k words. thanks to @waka-chan-out and @vanilleswtmacaron for beta reading this and reassuring me that it doesn’t suck lol
ao3 link here (aha its not too long mobile just sucks!!) part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || extras || only you, too
You sighed as you tapped your fingers on the table. Your mom had decided it was high time for you to meet your new stepdad, who you had put off meeting for the past three years. You smiled as you remembered the perfectly timed appendicitis that had you missing the wedding. You couldn’t have planned it better if you tried.
Your dad had only passed away a little under four years ago, leaving your mom to remarry only six months later. You’d opted to live with your grandmother, citing her health as a reason to live with her on her farm. Your plan had worked perfectly, and you hadn’t had to meet Osamu for three years.
Now though, with your grandmother in the hospital, your mom thought it was a great time for you to come and visit and finally meet the great Osamu.
“Osamu should be home any minute,” your mom said, smiling happily over the takoyaki she was making. “He’s bringing your favourite!”
“Yay,” you said, unenthusiastically. You glanced at the time on your phone. You were almost wishing Osamu to be here so you wouldn’t have to spend another awkward second with your mom.
You and your mom hadn’t been close to begin with, you always being a daddy’s girl from the day you were born. And after remarrying so quickly, you’d drifted even further apart. At this point, you had nothing to speak to her about.
“I’m home!” Someone called. The door slid shut behind them and you glanced around, waiting for them to appear in the kitchen. “And I brought umeboshi onigiri!”
The man who stepped into the kitchen nearly knocked you out of your seat.
He was handsome. Devastatingly, heartachingly, handsome. He was tall, with brown hair and deep grey eyes, and thick. His t-shirt was pulled taut over his broad shoulders and his thighs in his shorts were almost indecent.
The next thing you noticed was that he was young. Probably only a handful of years older than your twenty-one, definitely closer to your age than your mom’s.
God, why had you put this meeting off? Had you known your mom was married to an actual god, you would’ve actually visited.
“Hey, honey,” your mom greeted, smiling at him. Your stomach twisted as she leaned over, puckering her lips for a kiss. Osamu pecked her lips quickly and turned towards you.
“Hey, I’m Osamu,” he greeted, smiling widely at you. Your heart skipped. “I heard ya like umeboshi onigiri so I made you some.”
“Th-thank you,” you stuttered. “I’m Y/n. It’s nice to meet you.”
“It’s nice to finally meet ya,” Osamu said. “Was starting to think ya were avoiding me!”
“More like she was avoiding me,” your mom said. “She was always a daddy’s girl.”
“Oh?” Osamu asked, looking at you. Your cheeks burned. “Well, I’d never try to replace yer dad, but if ya ever need some daddy/daughter time, I’m here for ya.”
You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from saying something stupid.
“I really appreciate that,” you said.
“Oh, I’m so glad you two are getting along already!” Your mom squealed. She carried the takoyaki to the table and smiled as she sat down. “Dinner is finally ready.”
“Itadakimasu,” you mumbled, already loading your plate up with onigiri and the other food on the table.
“So, how is university going?” Your mom asked.
You shrugged as you slurped up some noodles. “It’s going. Made nationals.”
“Oh? What sport do ya play? I don’t think yer mom ever mentioned,” Osamu said. You rolled your eyes. Of course she hadn’t mentioned volleyball, it wasn’t like you’d been playing since elementary school or anything.
“Volleyball,” you said. “I was on the Niiyama girls team in high school. Hoping to go pro after uni.”
“Volleyball? I played in high school! My brother, Atsumu, and I were on the Inarizaki team,” Osamu exclaimed.
“Not Miya Atsumu, right?” You asked, excitedly. “MSBY Black Jackals Miya Atsumu?”
“The very one!” Osamu said.
“No way! They’re my favourite team! I have a signed poster in my room, it’s my prized possession!” I exclaimed. “I heard a few members are going to the Olympics this year.”
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me she plays volleyball,” Osamu said, glancing at your mom.
“Must’ve slipped my mind,” your mom said.
“We should go to a game sometimes,” Osamu said. “I can get an extra ticket to the MSBY, Adlers game later this week.”
“That sounds great!” You said, smiling widely.
Your mom ate in relative silence as you and Osamu traded stories about your volleyball times, only ever inputting something every once in a while. After dinner, Osamu found a Sendai Frogs match.
“I’m currently in the nation’s top 3 setters,” you said, proudly. “I’m number two behind Takao Michi.”
“I’ll have to start coming to yer games,” Osamu said. “See ya in action.”
“I’d like that,” you said, honestly.
“Why don’t ya come to work with me tomorrow? I can introduce ya to a few of my friends that are in town,” Osamu said.
“Absolutely,” you said.
“Don’t get me wrong though, I’m putting ya to work while yer there,” Osamu said. Your mom yawned.
“You all have me worn out from all this volleyball talk,” she said. “I’m going to bed.”
“Night, mom,” you said as she stood up.
“Osamu?” She questioned, turning back to glance at him.
“Oh, we’re going to stay up a bit longer,” he said. “The Schweinden Adlers have a match after the Frogs.”
“Oh, okay,” she said. You could hear the disappointment in her voice.
Osamu waited until you heard the bedroom door click shut before speaking.
“I know this is probably too much information about yer mom but she must think I’m some sex robot,” Osamu said, huffing. “A guy can only do so much.”
You crinkled your nose. “Gross, I did not need to know that.” You tried to hold steady but laughter bubbled up through your lips. Osamu laughed loudly and you joined him, holding your gut with how hard you were laughing.
“We need- we need to be- to be quiet!” Osamu laughed. “She’s trying to- tryin’ to sleep.”
You giggled a few more times before quieting down.
“So, how old are ya?” Osamu asked, standing up. “Old enough for a beer?”
“I’m twenty-one,” you said. “Old enough for a beer.”
“We got wine coolers if ya would rather have that,” Osamu said, stepping into the kitchen.
“Please,” you said. “So, how old are you? Can’t help but notice you’re quite a bit younger than my mom.”
“Twenty-five, twenty-six in October,” he said, grabbing a beer and a wine cooler out of the fridge.
“Follow up question,” you said, “and I don’t mean any offence, I’m sure she’s great in some ways, but why my mom? I mean, surely there’s no shortage of people your age that are wanting you.”
Osamu took a long drink from his beer before answering. “Ask me after I’ve drunk a few of these.”
You pursed your lips and took a sip of your fruity drink. “Fine,” you said. “Then let’s play a game. Every time the Adlers score, I’ll ask you a question and every time the Tachibana Red Falcons score, you get to ask me a question.”
“Deal,” Osamu said.
“Oh! Score!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands up. “Another untouchable spike by Ushiwaka!”
“Shush, yer mom,” Osamu giggled. You rolled your eyes and chugged the rest of your fifth drink.
“You shush, it’s my turn,” you said, plopping down on the couch next to Osamu. “So, now tell me,” You hiccupped. “My bad. Now tell me, why my mom? Why not someone your age? Because I’m gonna- I’m gonna be honest, you’re hot and my mom is, like, she’s not, like, ugly, but, like, she’s, like, fifty.”
“I could just like cougars,” Osamu teased. You rolled your eyes and popped the top on your next drink.
“Tell the, the truth, ‘Samu,” you slurred.
“Fine, but this stays between us, as best friends,” he said.
“Bee ef efs,” you slurred.
“Yer mom helped fund my restaurant,” he said. “So, I felt bad. She’s so nice and sweet. So, I married her.”
“Now you have a step kid that’s only four years younger than you,” you said.
“Yeah, she didn’t really mention ya before we got married,” he said. Osamu leaned in close to you. “She didn’t mention how attractive ya were either.”
Your cheeks flushed. You turned your head away from him, looking back to the television.
“Oh, Falcons scored,” you said. “It’s your turn to ask a question.”
Osamu took a sip of his beer before speaking. “Why have ya been avoidin’ yer mom?”
You took a large gulp from your drink. “I haven’t been avoiding her,” you lied. Osamu blinked at you slowly.
“Fine, fine!” You exclaimed. You sipped from your drink, then responded, “Mainly because she remarried so quickly after Dad died. And to someone only four years older than me. But we’ve never been close. She and I never really saw eye-to-eye. She was the love of my dad’s life and he was just another guy to her. Not to mention, she’s never been remotely interested in anything in my life, she’s always been so self-absorbed. I doubt she even knew I still played volleyball, that’s probably why she didn’t mention it to you.”
Osamu stayed silent as you chugged the remainder of your drink.
“I know it’s probably not comforting, but I’ll be there for ya if ya need me,” Osamu said. “Even if yer mom and I separate, I consider ya a friend now.”
Osamu’s words were oddly comforting. You nodded as you reached for yet another wine cooler.
“I’m oddly comforted,” you said, popping the top easily. You fiddled with the top, thinking of what to say next.
“Tired already?” You teased, elbowing him in the side. “Old man.”
“I’m twenty-five,” he argued, yawning again. “But I am going to bed. Let’s call a rain check on our game.”
“Deal,” you said, raising your bottle to him. “Might as well go to bed, too. Night, Samu.”
“Night, Y/n,” Osamu said, standing up. He stretched out before padding down the hallway to your mom’s room.
You sighed loudly once you heard the door click shut. You gulped down your drink. “Good going, Y/n. You finally found a guy you like and he’s your stepdad.”
You finished your drink before gathering all the empty bottles and cans, throwing them in the recycling before walking towards your room. You collapsed onto your unmade bed and passed out before your head hit the pillow.
“Two salted salmon onigiri,” you said, placing the plate in front of the professional volleyball player. “And onion soup.”
“Go ahead and join them,” Osamu said, placing a few plates on the same table. “I’ll bring you out some umeboshi onigiri.”
“Thanks,” you said. You could barely contain your excitement as you took a seat between Miya Atsumu and Bokuto Koutarou.
“So, yer a setter?” Atsumu asked, taking a bite of his onigiri. You nodded.
“Number two in the nation,” you said.
“She’s better than you were, Tsumu!” Hinata Shoyo exclaimed. You smiled widely.
“In high school, I was ranked number one under nineteen in my second and third years,” you said. “I even got to play in the junior Olympics in high school. We only won silver, though.”
“We’re playing the Olympics this year,” Bokuto said. “And a few of our friends from the Adlers.”
“Kageyama Tobio, Ushijima Wakatoshi, and Hoshimiumi Kourai?” You asked. “I’ve been keeping up with everyone considered for the Olympics.”
“Maybe you’ll be playing in the next Olympics,” Sakusa said.
“That’s the goal,” you said, smiling. Osamu set a plate in front of you. “Thank you.”
“So our little star setter is here for the next week,” Osamu said, placing a strong hand on your shoulder. “We should play a game while she’s down, see how good she really is.”
“I’m game!” Bokuto exclaimed. “I wanna see those number two in the nation skills!”
“Probably nowhere near the level of you guys,” you said.
“We do have a few years on ya,” Atsumu said, ruffling your hair.
“Literally only four,” you said, fixing your hair.
“Leave the kid alone, Tsumu,” Osamu said.
“Hey, she’s my niece now, I reserve the right to tease her,” Atsumu said.
“Uncle Tsumu,” you teased.
“That’s right, Uncle Tsumu and Daddy Samu,” Atsumu said.
Your stomach flipped as the MSBY boys laughed. Osamu looked down at you and winked. You clenched your thighs together.
“All right, quiet down before ya disturb my payin’ guests,” Osamu said.
“Lunch on Samu-kun!” Hinata exclaimed. Osamu rolled his eyes.
“Once yer finished, I want ya back in the kitchen,” Osamu said. He rubbed your back before walking into the kitchen.
“So, you plan on going professional after university?” Bokuto asked.
You nodded as the table fell into casual conversation.
“I already have offers to go play in France and Brazil,” you said, taking a bite of your onigiri.
“Brazil is fantastic,” Hinata said. “I played there for a while.”
“You liked it? I’ve been debating back and forth between the two. Can’t decide which one I would enjoy more,” you said. “Does Brazil have good food?”
“The best! Unless you’re looking for Japanese food,” Hinata said. “There’s no good Japanese food.”
“Noted,” you said, smiling.
“What are you studying in school?” Sakusa asked.
“Education,” you said. “If volleyball doesn’t work out I want to teach Japanese in another country.”
“Smart,” Sakusa said.
“So, any boyfriends? Girlfriends? Significant others?” Atsumu asked.
You laughed. “With what time?”
“Oh, come on, there has to be someone!” Atsumu exclaimed. “We all find time for a lil’ somethin’.”
“There was a girl,” you admitted. “On my volleyball team, but we both cared more about volleyball than each other.”
“Any crushes?” Bokuto asked. He winked at you and flexed his arms playfully.
You pursed your lips. “And why should I tell you if I do?”
“Because we’re all best friends now!” Hinata shouted, slamming his hand on the table. He ignored the looks from the other customers.
“There is this guy I have my eye on,” you said. “He’s tall, nice, and beefy as hell.”
“Ooo, tell us more,” Bokuto said.
You shook your head. “No use talking about him. He’s strictly off limits.”
“He’s gay,” Atsumu said, nodding his head.
“What?! No!” You laughed. “He’s taken.”
“Ah, university relationships aren’t always serious, you can probably still get him,” Hinata said, waving away your worries.
“He’s married,” you said. The boys all hissed in sympathy.
“Ask for a threesome,” Atsumu said. Your face must’ve shown your disgust because the boys all laughed at you.
“She must be ugly,” Bokuto said.
“We don’t get along the best,” you said. You sighed as you looked down at your empty plate.
“Better get to work before Daddy Samu grounds you,” Atsumu teased.
You rolled your eyes, but stood up.
“It was nice meeting you guys,” you said. “I hope we can get a game together before I leave.”
“Oh, we definitely will,” Bokuto said.
“I’ll hold you to it,” you said, smiling. You waved bye to them as you entered the kitchen.
Osamu was leaned over the stove top, stirring a large pot of soup.
“Have fun?” He asked, wiping sweat off his brow with the towel thrown over his shoulder. You nodded.
“They were all super nice,” you said. “I feel like we’re actually friends now.”
“That’s good,” Osamu said, smiling at you. “Ya wanna start putting together a couple of onigiri?”
“No problem,” you said, washing your hands quickly.
“We need five salted salmon and three umeboshi,” Osamu said. “And then out to table three.”
“Got it,” you said.
The rest of the day went by relatively quickly and smoothly. It was finally around midnight when the last customers finally left and you and Osamu could close down shop.
“Come into my office and I’ll show you how to count all the money,” Osamu said, locking the main doors.
You followed him into his small office.
“Okay, whenever you count the money, make sure the door is closed and locked behind you,” Osamu said, closing the door behind him.
You held your breath as he slowly slid past you, your chest brushing against his.
“A lil’ cramped in here, sorry,” Osamu said, sitting at his desk.
“It’s fine,” you mumbled, sitting in the folding chair next to him.
“So, d’ya have a good day?” Osamu asked, casually thumbing through bills.
You nodded. “It was good! It was nice meeting your friends. I really liked them.”
“Ooo, any of ‘em catch yer eye?” Osamu teased. You rolled your eyes.
“I already have my eye on someone,” you said.
“Oh?” Osamu questioned.
“He’s taken though,” you said. “Strictly off limits.”
“Ask for a threesome,” he said.
You laughed loudly. “Funny, Atsumu said the same thing. But no, I don’t get along with his wife.”
“Wife? That sucks,” he said, placing a wad of cash in an envelope.
“Yeah,” you agreed.
“Well, I, for one, think yer a catch,” Osamu said, sealing the envelope. “Anyone would be lucky to have ya.”
“Thanks, Samu,” you said, face burning. He patted your thigh.
“Anytime, princess,” Osamu said. You clenched your thighs together at the new nickname. “Well, we’re all done here, let’s get home.”
You trailed after him like a lost puppy as he double checked all the appliances were off and flipping the lights off.
You shivered as you stepped into the cool, night air.
“Cold?” Osamu asked, already peeling off his Onigiri Miya hoodie.
“Yeah, a little,” you said, gladly taking the hoodie from him. You tugged it over your head and breathed deeply. “Smells good. Half expected it to smell like onigiri.”
“It will soon,” Osamu said, smiling. “It’s new. Just got the shipment in last week.”
“I’ll have to get one,” you said.
“Keep it,” Osamu said. “Ya look cute in it.”
You blushed deeply. You bumped his shoulder with yours gently.
“It’s like, way too big,” you said.
Osamu shrugged. “Oversized is in. Besides, I thought girls loved to steal guys’ hoodies.”
“Yeah, guys they like,” you said.
“Well, ya took it from me,” Osamu said, bumping your shoulder. “Ya must like me a little.”
“Whatever,” you said, cheeks burning. Osamu laughed.
“Someone has a crush!” He sang.
“Shut up! I don’t have a crush on you,” you said.
“Ya did call me hot last night,” he said.
“I was drunk, so it doesn’t count,” you said. He rolled his eyes obnoxiously.
“Ya have a crush on me, just admit it,” Osamu said. “I won’t tell anyone, pinky promise.”
“You’re my stepdad, in case you forgot,” you replied. “That’s basically incest, isn’t it?”
“So ya admit it?” Osamu asked. You shoved him playfully.
“I actually have a crush on Atsumu,” you said. “He’s the hotter twin.”
Osamu pushed you into an alley and caged you against the cool bricks of a building.
“Oh?” Osamu said. “Ya think Atsumu is the hotter twin?”
You nodded slowly as Osamu looked down at you.
“It’s the hair,” you squeaked.
“Oh, yeah, forgot that girls love a guy who doesn’t know what toner is,” Osamu said, leaning down. “I think yer lying.” His nose was nearly touching yours.
“I’m not,” you mumbled. Osamu’s hands moved from either side of your head to your hips.
“You are,” Osamu whispered, lips brushing against your ear. You shivered.
“And if I am?” You asked.
“I don’t like bad girls,” Osamu said. “Lying is grounds for punishment.”
“Punishment?” You asked.
“I’d bend ya over my knee and spank ya until ya begged for mercy,” he said. You sucked in a sharp breath.
“It’s a good thing I’m not lying, then,” you said. By now, Osamu’s lips were nearly against yours, so close you could feel the heat from his breath on your lips.
Osamu ground his hips against yours, firmly pressing his hard on against you.
You bit your lip and glanced down. His cock was straining against his jeans, eager to be released.
“Tell the truth and I’ll think about not putting ya over my knee,” Osamu said, lips softly brushing against yours.
“You’re the hotter twin,” you said, putting your arms around his neck. “And I have a crush on you. And I want you to fuck me in this alley.”
“There we go,” Osamu said. He finally kissed you roughly, like he wanted to devour you. You moaned as he ground against you.
“Samu,” you moaned, pulling back. He wasted no time, kissing down your neck, sucking and biting at your sensitive skin.
“Been thinkin’ about pushin’ this lil’ skirt up all day,” he growled, pushing your skirt up around your waist, revealing the pretty pink lace of your underwear.
“Please,” you gasped as he shoved his jeans and underwear down, releasing his cock. You nearly moaned at the sight of it, long and thick and leaking precum from the swollen tip.
“Gonna wreck this cute little cunt,” Osamu said, tugging your underwear down and letting them fall to the ground. He dragged the tip of his cock through your wet folds, teasing your clit and hole.
“Is- Is that a piercing I feel?” You asked, feeling cool metal against your warm folds.
“I’ll give ya a closer look later,” he said, teasingly pushing the tip in and out of your hole. “Wanna be in ya now.”
“Fill me up, please, Samu,” you begged, digging your fingernails into his skin. Your walls fluttered around nothing as he lifted you up. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.
“Good girl,” he muttered, lining his cock up with your hole. “Beg for my cock, princess.”
“Please, please, please!” You cried. “Want your cock in me, need it! Please, Samu, want you to fill me up.”
“Of course, baby girl, anything for my princess,” Osamu said, kissing you softly. He rutted his hips up into you, stretching you out suddenly.
You moaned loudly and let your head fall on Osamu's broad shoulder.
“So big,” you moaned. “Hurts.”
“Shh, shh, yer takin’ me so well, baby,” Osamu said. “Squeezin’ me so tight, wanna bust just bein’ in ya.”
You whimpered as Osamu slowly pulled out. He pushed back in slowly, giving you time to adjust to each inch. Your walls clenched around him, sucking him in deeper and deeper until the swollen tip was kissing your cervix.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “Gonna ruin ya.” Osamu pulled out until just the tip was in and slammed back into you.
You gasped loudly as his cock breached your cervix, going deeper than anything had ever been in you and stretching you more than anything ever had.
“Samu!” You cried, throwing your head back and digging your nails into the nape of his neck. “Fuck, harder, please!”
“Feel that, baby? I’m so deep in ya,” Osamu said. “Fuckin’ past your cervix, yeah?”
You nodded as you bit back your moans as Osamu pounded into you. You buried your head into his shoulder and bit down, quieting your too loud moans.
“Next time, ‘m gonna have ya somewhere ya can be loud as ya want,” Osamu grunted. “Wanna hear yer pretty, little moans.”
You let out a soft moan in his ear and he snapped his hips up harder into you.
“Ah, Samu,” you moaned, struggling to keep your volume down. “Gonna cum.”
He pinched your clit as you gushed around his cock. You looked down to where your bodies met and watched as your juices leaked down his cock, dripping on his heavy balls. You moaned.
“Gonna fill ya up, baby,” he growled lowly. “Come ‘ere.”
He pulled your head up by your hair and squeezed your cheeks until your mouth fell open, tongue lolling out. He gathered spit in his mouth and spat it on your waiting tongue.
“Don’t swallow,” he said. He kissed you deeply, licking into your mouth and sucking your tongue. He kissed you messily, spit running down your chin and a thin strand of it connecting you two when he finally pulled back.
“Such a messy, little slut,” he said, slamming his hips against yours. “Taking my spit so well. Gonna take my cum like that?”
You nodded, unable to speak beyond gasps and moans as his cock abused your cunt.
“Can’t speak? Fucked ya dumb, huh?” Osamu asked. He chuckled. “My cock makin’ ya dumb, little baby?”
You whined. God, you wanted him to fill you up so bad.
“Cum. Inside.” You gasped out.
“Oh? Want me t’ breed ya? Make ya big and swollen with my baby?” Osamu asked, hips moving faster.
You nodded furiously. He rubbed your clit in tight, fast circles.
“Cream ‘round my cock one more time, baby,” he grunted.
“Samu!” You exclaimed. Your stomach tightened as your walls fluttered like crazy.
“Yeah? Gonna cum again for me?” Osamu asked. You let out a high pitched moan as the coil in your stomach snapped.
“Fill me up, please!” You moaned as you came. Osamu’s hips stuttered as he pushed into you deeply before painting your womb white. You cried out, letting your head rest against his shoulder as he moaned.
“Fuck, yer still so tight around my cock,” he hissed. Your walls fluttered. “Perfect little cunt, princess. Milkin’ me dry like a good girl.”
You whimpered as he slowly pulled out. Your legs went limp, falling from his waist.
“Can’t stand,” you mumbled, legs shaking with the weak attempt you made. Osamu held you up as he pulled his pants back up and pulled your panties back on.
“Come here, baby,” he said, swooping you up bridal style. “Let’s go home, princess.”
You nodded lamely as he carried you. You must’ve fallen asleep, because the next thing you heard was Osamu talking to your mother.
“She was practically dead on her feet,” Osamu said. “Fell asleep while I was counting the money.”
“You could’ve called, I would’ve brought the car,” your mom said. You felt Osamu shrug.
“It was no problem,” Osamu said.
“Well, go lay her down in her bed,” your mom said. “Then maybe she’ll be out for the rest of the night.” You frowned at her suggestive tone and cuddled deeper into Osamu’s chest.
“I’ll go lay her down,” Osamu said. He carried you down the hall and entered your bedroom carefully.
As he laid you down, you grabbed his arm and whined, “Don’t go.”
“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered. “I gotta go to my own bed.”
“Don’t- Don’t fuck her,” you mumbled. “Please.”
“Don’t worry, princess,” he said, softly brushing your hair out of your face. “It’s only you from now on.” You nodded. Osamu kissed your forehead before leaving you alone.
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“Not at once though,” you said. “What if I end up focusing too much on one person?”
“Ya won’t,” he said.
“What if I get overwhelmed?” You asked.
“Ya’ll say yer safe word,” he said. “Ya remember it?”
“Pineapple or red to stop everything,” you said.
“Ya say either of those words and I’ll kick everyone out and we can cuddle, okay, baby?” Osamu asked. You nodded. “Is everything ready?”
“Towels, water, and lube are already in the living room,” you said. “I took my birth control this morning and I’ve been wearing my plug since you put it in this morning.”
“Good girl,” Osamu said, kissing your cheek. “Daddy can’t wait to see ya filled up with cum.”
You heard a knock at the door.
“They’re here,” you said. You looked down at your white lace lingerie and toyed with the ribbon that tied your sheer robe.
“Want to go let them in?” Osamu asked. You nodded.
Osamu pulled away from you. He leaned in and pecked your lips before letting you go.
You slowly made your way to the front door. You peeped through the peephole. Atsumu, Koutarou, Kiyoomi, Shoyo, and Rintarou all stood there, waiting patiently to be let in. You opened the door, stepping out of the way as the five men poured in.
“Aw, ya look so cute, doll,” Atsumu said, eyeing the white suspenders attached to your stockings.
“Thanks, Uncle Tsumu,” you said, softly. Rintarou pinched your side.
“Where’s Daddy? I’m surprised he’s let you out of his sight,” Rintarou said.
“I’m right here,” Osamu said, closing the bedroom door behind him. Your eyes traced his bare chest as he stood with his arms crossed.
“You bought this just for us?” Kiyoomi asked, tugging at the ribbon that kept your robe closed. The ribbon untied and your robe fell open, fully revealing your lacy bra and panties. “I’ve never seen this piece.”
“I’ve been saving it,” you said. “Since we first started talking about the gangbang.”
“That’s my girl,” Koutarou said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You smiled as he pulled you into him and kissed your temple.
“You look so pretty, Y/n,” Shoyo said, eyes looking you up and down.
“I say we get started,” Atsumu said. He greedily eyed you as Kiyoomi wrapped his hand around the back of Atsumu’s neck.
“Come here, baby,” Osamu said, opening his arms for you. You walked over to him, melting into his arms. “What do ya want first?”
“Can Daddy eat me out?” You asked, looking up at him.
“Of course, baby,” Osamu said. He set you on the couch, kneeling in front of you. He spread your legs, giving the guys a good view of the wet spot at the crotch of your panties.
“She’s already soaked,” Rintarou groaned, palming his cock through his jeans.
“She’s just waitin’ fer us to fill her up,” Atsumu said. He took a seat and unbuttoned his jeans, shoving them down and releasing his hard cock.
“No touching yourself, Tsumu,” you said as Osamu leaned down, pressing his lips to your clothed core. Atsumu groaned as Kiyoomi took a seat next to him.
“She didn’t say anything about touching me,” Kiyoomi said, grabbing Atsumu’s hand and placing it on his cock.
“Can I?” Atsumu asked. You nodded.
“Don’t make him cum yet,” you said as Osamu pulled your panties to the side. You whimpered as he licked through your folds. You clamped your thighs around his head.
“Such cute little noises,” Rintarou cooed, grabbing your thighs and spreading your legs. Osamu sucked at your clit harshly, making you moan loudly.
“Come on, take her panties off, I wanna see her,” Shoyo said, leaning around Rintarou and Osamu.
“What about it, baby? Want me to show everyone yer cute, lil pussy?” Osamu asked. You nodded.
Osamu unhooked your suspenders. He pulled your garter belt off then hooked his fingers on the sides of your panties. He slowly pulled them down and handed them to Koutarou.
“Thank you,” Koutarou said. He held the lace up to his face and licked the wet spot. “Tastes so good, sweetheart, I can’t wait until I can get a real taste.”
“Please,” you begged as Osamu kissed your inner thighs.
“Ya want Bokuto to eat ya out?” Osamu asked, looking up at you. You nodded. Koutarou fell to his knees next to Osamu, spreading your legs out wider.
“Gonna make you cum on my tongue, sweetheart,” Koutarou said. You gasped as he buried his face in your cunt, tongue digging deep into your hole and nose bumping your clit. He ate you out ravenously.
“Kou-Koutarou!” You moaned, bucking your hips against his face. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you in place.
“Feel good, baby?” Osamu asked, sitting on the couch next to you.
“Yes, Daddy,” you said as he pushed his boxers down. You watched as Osamu gripped the shaft of his cock, squeezing lightly.
“Hey, eyes on me, sweetheart,” Koutarou said, pinching your thigh. You looked down at him. “I’m the one making you feel good, pay attention to me.”
You nodded. “Sorry, Kou.”
He sucked your clit softly, rubbing two fingers over your hole. You moaned as he slowly inserted his fingers in your wet core.
“So tight,” Koutarou said. He licked your clit, scissoring his fingers. You moaned as his fingers curled against the spongy spot inside you.
“Right there, right there,” you said, rolling your hips. Your eyes rolled back as Koutarou flicked his tongue against your clit and added another finger.
“Gonna cum on my tongue, sweetheart?” Koutarou asked. He thrusted his fingers in and out of you, making you moan loudly.
“Yes, Kou, make me cum, please,” you begged. He pulled his fingers out of you and wiggled his tongue into your hole. You gasped as your back arched.
“Gonna cum, baby?” Osamu asked, pumping his cock slowly. You nodded as Koutarou dug his fingers into your thighs.
“Fuck, cumming!” You exclaimed as your orgasm washed over you. Your juices gushed out, coating Koutarou’s mouth and chin as he continued to lap at your cunt. You tugged at his hair, pulling him off of your sensitive cunt.
“So, who’s first?” Shoyo asked, eyeing you hungrily.
“I want her ass,” Koutarou said, tugging on the bejewelled plug in your ass. “Wanna see this little hole swallow my cock, sweetheart.”
“I wanna see her little cunt overflow with my cum,” Shoyo said, palming his cock through his shorts. “You want that, don’t you, meu amor?”
You nodded. “I want everyone to cum in me at least once. And no cumming anywhere else except for in or on me.”
Shoyo groaned. “Fuck, you’re such a little cumwhore, aren’t you, meu amor? You wanna be filled up and covered in cum? Why don’t you suck my dick and if you’re good, I’ll cum all over your face.”
“Please, Shoyo,” you said. You got off the couch and got to your knees in front of him.
“If you’re sucking him off, I’m going to take your ass, sweetheart,” Koutarou said.
“Let me get on the couch,” Shoyo said. He sat down on the edge of the couch and motioned for you to come over to him. You crawled over to him and leaned your head against his thick thigh as you stuck your ass out for Koutarou. He came up behind you, holding his phone out as he filmed.
“Hey, sweetheart, smile for the camera,” Koutarou said, holding the camera to show your face. You smiled softly, slowly stroking Shoyo’s cock. “Now take Sho-kun’s cock in your mouth.”
You leaned up and took the head of his fat cock in your mouth. Shoyo easily had the girthiest cock of all the guys, and you always struggled to take all of it down your throat.
“Fuck, so good, meu amor,” Shoyo said as you hollowed your cheeks. You moaned around him as you felt Koutarou pull your plug out.
“Lube?” Koutarou asked.
“Right here,” Osamu said. You heard Osamu moan and glanced over to see Rintarou on his knees between Osamu’s thighs. You hummed as Rintarou bobbed his head.
“Hey, eyes on me,” Shoyo said, lightly tapping your cheek. “You jealous someone else has Daddy’s cock in their mouth?”
“Want Daddy’s cum,” you said, pulling back and pumping his cock.
“Ya’ll still get it, baby,” Osamu said. “Ya know Rin likes to share.”
You nodded and took Shoyo’s cock back in your mouth. You struggled not to gag as he hit the back of your throat.
“Ready, sweetheart?” Koutarou asked, pressing the head of his cock against your fluttering hole. You pushed back against him.
You gagged as Koutarou suddenly thrusted, pushing you further on Shoyo’s cock. Shoyo moaned and pushed your head down, forcing you to swallow around him as his cock slid down your throat. The corners of your lips burned as they stretched around his girth.
“Fuck, take all of me, meu amor,” Shoyo groaned, throwing his head back. Koutarou pulled out of you, only to thrust back in roughly.
You moaned around Shoyo’s cock as your nose pressed into neat, orange curls. You tapped his thigh twice and he pulled your head back. You moaned loudly as Koutarou pounded your ass, balls slapping loudly against your skin.
“Bo, did you even prep her?” Atsumu asked, watching as you leaned against Shoyo’s thigh, whining and whimpering.
“She had a plug in,” Koutarou said. “Prepped enough. ‘Sides, you like when it hurts, don’t you, bunny?” He slapped your ass.
“Kou, harder, please!” You moaned. Shoyo tapped his dick against your face.
“Suck,” he said. “Or at least open your mouth so I can fuck your face.”
You opened your mouth widely.
“Fuck, meu amor,” Shoyo swore. He grabbed your hair and thrusted into your mouth at the same brutal pace Koutarou set.
You felt Koutarou’s fingers dig into your hips as he placed a foot on the ground, bracing himself as he thrusted harder. Shoyo held you down on his cock as you frantically dug your nails into his thighs, lungs burning.
“Yeah, choke on my fucking cock, little bunny,” Shoyo groaned. Your head spun as he pulled you back, finally allowing oxygen to flood your system.
“Open,” Shoyo ordered, stroking his cock. You opened your mouth just in time for Shoyo to cover your face in his thick cum. You moaned as you licked it off your lips.
“Thank you,” you said. Koutarou reached up, grabbing a fist full of your hair and yanking you back. You cried out as he pulled you against him, his muscular chest flush against your back.
“You look so cute covered in Shoyo’s cum,” he said, wrapping his arms around you as he fucked into you. He rubbed his fingers over your clit and you went limp against him. “Gonna fill you up, sweetheart.”
You moaned loudly as he grabbed your breast with his free hand, pinching and pulling your nipple.
“Kou, gonna cum,” you whimpered as his fingers moved faster on your clit.
“Come on, bunny, make a mess for everyone to see.” He slapped your clit harshly, making you yelp.
“Kou,” you moaned, head falling back on his shoulder. His hand left your breast and wrapped around your throat. You moaned as he squeezed gently.
“Cum for me, bunny,” he whispered in your ear. You cried out as you came, squirting around nothing. Your juices leaked down your thighs, dripping onto Koutarou’s strong legs.
“Fuck,” he hissed. His cock twitched as he flooded your ass with his cum. He grabbed your plug before carefully pulling out and shoving your plug back in you. “Keep my cum in you, okay?”
You nodded and fell forward as he let you go. Shoyo guided you, letting you fall against his thigh.
“You still want Daddy’s cum?” Rintarou asked, leaning over and turning your head forcefully. You perked up and nodded, crawling next to Rintarou. Rintarou wrapped his lips around Osamu’s cock, pumping what couldn’t fit as you sat back on your feet, waiting patiently.
“Fuck,” Osamu moaned, throwing his head back. “Fuck, ‘m gonna cum, Rin.”
Rintarou hollowed his cheeks, stroking Osamu’s cock faster. His other hand wrapped around the base of his own cock, squeezing it tightly.
“Cum in his mouth, Daddy, please,” you begged, laying your hand on Osamu’s thigh.
“Daddy, please,” Rintarou said, looking up at Osamu through long lashes.
Osamu groaned and grabbed a fist full of Rintarou’s hair, pulling his head back.
“Open yer mouth,” Osamu grunted. Rintarou’s mouth fell open just as Osamu’s cock twitched. Cum poured into Rintarou’s waiting mouth as you licked your lips. “Both of ya, come here.”
Both you and Rintarou crawled on either side of Osamu. He placed a hand on the small of your back as you kneeled next to him.
“Let me see,” Osamu said, grabbing Rintarou’s chin with his free hand. Rintarou opened his mouth, cum dripping down his tongue.
“Wanna taste,” you said, pouting as cum dripped from Rintarou’s tongue onto his broad chest.
Rintarou pulled you over Osamu’s lap, pulling you into a messy kiss. You crawled over Osamu, pushing Rintarou back against the couch. You straddled his hips and pulled back, gasping for breath. Rintarou’s chest heaved. He was a sight, with his lips swollen and covered in a mix of spit and cum and his eyes heavily lidded as he stared at you. His big hands wrapped around your hips, dragging your bare cunt against the thin fabric of his briefs. You moaned, digging your nails into his abdomen.
“Wanna ride me?” Rintarou asked. “Be a good girl and I’ll fill up your sweet, little cunt.”
“Rin,” you moaned. You felt Osamu’s hands travel up and down your sides.
“Take us both, baby?” Osamu asked, kissing the back of your neck. You nodded as Rintarou bucked his hips.
Osamu pulled Rintarou’s briefs down, tossing them into a pile of clothes in the corner. He guided you up, grabbing Rintarou’s cock and pumping it a few times before carefully lining it up with your tight hole. Osamu slowly guided you down on Rintarou’s cock as you moaned softly.
“Fuck, so soft and warm around me, sweetie,” Rintarou said. Rintarou moaned, tossing his head back and arching his back as he bottomed out.
“Rin,” you breathed, dragging your nails down his chest. He gasped as your nails gently caught his nipples.
“Bounce on my cock, sweetie,” Rintarou said, grabbing your hips. “Wanna see you fall apart.”
You moaned as you lifted yourself off his cock and slowly sunk back down. You whimpered as the head of his cock pressed against your cervix. Rintarou groaned and squeezed your hips.
“Ya ready, baby?” Osamu asked. He pressed on the bejewelled plug in your ass before lightly pulling on it.
“Daddy,” you moaned, arching your back as he slowly fucked you with the plug.
“Lube?” Osamu asked. Koutarou handed a bottle to him before taking a seat next to Shoyo on the loveseat. Both of their legs were spread open and their cocks stood proudly. Your mouth watered as Koutarou’s long fingers wrapped around his cock and Shoyo desperately fucked his own fist.
“You’re drooling,” Rintarou said. “You want something in your mouth that bad?”
You nodded as Osamu shoved three fingers in your asshole. You gasped, bucking your hips forward and clenching down on Rintarou’s cock.
“Someone needs to put their cock in the little one’s mouth,” Rintarou said. Osamu twisted his fingers. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan as you felt Koutarou’s cum leaking out around Osamu’s fingers.
“Atsumu, why don’t you let her suck you off?” Kiyoomi asked, pulling Atsumu off his cock. Atsumu breathed heavily, lips swollen and eyes watering. He nodded and stood up on weak legs. His cock was painfully hard in his briefs. He sighed as he pushed them down, freeing his cock. The tip was an angry red, leaking precum and throbbing. You eyed Atsumu closely before realising what was different.
“You got a new piercing!” You exclaimed. You reached out, grabbing Atsumu’s hip and pulling him closer. There, going right through the very tip of his dick, was a freshly healed Prince Albert. “Is this why you haven’t been around lately?”
“Had to wait for it to heal,” Atsumu said.
“Does it feel good?” You asked, looking at Kiyoomi.
“It feels fucking fantastic,” Kiyoomi said. “You’ll get to feel it soon, darling.”
You opened your mouth to respond but gasped loudly as Osamu buried his cock in your ass.
“Daddy!” You exclaimed as Osamu wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against him. You cried out as every one of Osamu’s thrusts bounced you on Rintarou’s cock.
“Come ‘ere, doll,” Atsumu said, standing next to you. You leaned down, taking the red tip into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around, teasing the new piercing. Atsumu groaned and tangled his fingers in your hair. You gasped around him as Rintarou lifted you slightly, thrusting up into you at the same time Osamu pulled out.
“Fuck, she’s so tight,” Rintarou grunted, digging his fingers into your hips. You moaned around Atsumu’s cock.
Atsumu moaned, throwing his head back as you took him down your throat. Your eyes burned as you gagged on his cock.
“So pretty when all yer holes are full,” Osamu said. “My pretty girl takes cock so well.”
You pulled away from Atsumu’s cock, stroking his length as you caught your breath. Your eyes watered, filling your lashes with tears. Osamu bent you over, pressing you flush against Rintarou’s chest. You cried out as he pushed his cock deeper, stretching you in places he’d never hit before. Rintarou choked as your gummy walls clamped around him.
“Gonna cum?” Rintarou asked, pulling your hair back so you were looking up at him. You nodded as tears ran down your face. You cried out as Osamu reached around you, rubbing your clit. Your walls clamped down as the heat in your stomach spread. You fell limp against Rintarou as you came, gushing around his cock.
“Someone should be sucking my cock,” Atsumu said.
“Does it matter who?” Rintarou asked. “You can use my throat.”
Atsumu glanced over at Kiyoomi, who was lazily stroking his cock. Kiyoomi nodded.
“Fuck, Sunarin, come ‘ere,” Atsumu said. Rintarou shifted, hanging his head off the couch and opening his mouth.
“Fuck his throat,” you said. “He lets Samu do it all the time, he can take it.”
Atsumu guided his cock into Rintarou’s mouth, moaning as his cock disappeared down Rintarou’s throat. You groaned at the bulge in Rintarou’s throat, reaching up and wrapping your hands around it. You could feel Atsumu thrusting in and out of Rintarou’s mouth, his cock stretching Rintarou’s throat. Rintarou groaned around Atsumu’s cock.
You felt Osamu’s hand in your hair and suddenly, he jerked you back, holding you against him.
“Two cocks in ya and yer still focused on another,” Osamu growled, holding you against his chest. You moaned as he reached down, rubbing your clit. “So fuckin’ cock hungry. Sunarin and Daddy not enough for ya? Ya need more?”
“Yes, Daddy!” You cried as he pounded into you. “Want all my holes filled!”
Immediately, the three boys on the sidelines were surrounding you. Osamu pushed your head down and Kiyoomi tapped his cock against your cheek.
“Come on, darling, don’t you want my cum down your throat?” Kiyoomi asked as you licked away a bead of precum from the purpling tip of his cock.
You twisted around as much as you could, taking Kiyoomi’s cock in your mouth and wrapping your hands around Koutarou and Shoyo’s cocks.
“Happy now? A cock in every hole and both hands,” Osamu said. He squeezed your hips tightly, bruisingly. You whined around Kiyoomi’s cock as Osamu pulled out.
“Fuck, her hole’s just gaping,” Shoyo gasped as you pumped his cock. “Don’t be mean, Osamu-san, she obviously needs your cock. Just look at her, one cock isn’t enough for her little holes.”
“Just wanted to take a picture of this,” Osamu said. “Remind her how much she fuckin’ gagged for all this cock.”
Osamu pushed your head, gagging you on Kiyoomi’s cock. Kiyoomi grunted, holding your head down on his cock. Tears ran down your cheeks as your lungs burned.
“Fucking choke on my cock, good girl,” Kiyoomi said. You gagged again and swallowed around his cock. Your head spun. You felt Osamu’s hand on the small of your back. Your lungs ached, begging for oxygen.
Osamu snapped his hips. You surged forward, once again gagging on Kiyoomi’s cock. Rintarou’s cock slipped out of you and the man beneath you groaned.
You couldn’t think. Not only could you still not breathe, but also, Osamu was pounding into you so hard that where your skin met his stung.
You dropped Shoyo’s cock, weakly tapping on Kiyoomi’s thigh twice. He pulled your head back. Drool connected your mouth to his cock. You gasped for breath, only for it to be knocked out by Osamu’s powerful thrusts. You let out a rough, broken moan before Kiyoomi grabbed your hair, pushing you back down on his cock. You swallowed him easily this time.
“Fuck,” Rintarou swore. Atsumu was jerking his cock into Rintarou’s face, moaning and whimpering the closer his orgasm got. Rintarou reached down, carefully positioning his cock so that it slid back in your wet heat. You moaned around Kiyoomi’s cock.
“Rin, fuck, let me cum down your throat,” Atsumu whined. Rintarou opened his mouth, letting Atsumu shove his cock down his throat. Atsumu’s head fell back with a loud moan. He came with a soft grunt, his cum overflowing from Rintarou’s mouth, running down his chin.
Kiyoomi came without warning, filling your mouth with his hot cum out of nowhere.
“Both of you should share,” Kiyoomi said. He grabbed your hair and pushed you down, your face just inches from Rintarou’s. He opened his mouth, showing off the silvery white cum that painted his tongue and cheeks. You opened your mouth, cum pouring out of it into Rintarou’s waiting mouth. You moaned as cum overflowed over the corners of his plush lips. You leaned down, kissing him deeply. Your tongues worked together, scooping and pushing cum from his mouth to yours and back again. Kiyoomi jerked you up.
“Tongue out,” he said, squeezing your cheeks. Cum dripped from your tongue onto your chest. Kiyoomi shoved his fingers in your mouth, gagging you once more before pulling away. “So fucking messy.”
You finally swallowed the cum in your mouth. Osamu slapped your ass.
“Come here,” Koutarou said, grabbing your chin and pulling your face towards him. “Open your mouth.” Your mouth fell open just as Koutarou’s first spurt of cum hit your chest. You whined as hot cum hit your cheek.
“My mouth, please,” you said, sticking your tongue out. Koutarou groaned and pumped his cock some more. You hummed in contentment as salty, bitter cum hit your tongue and lips. You swallowed and smiled widely as Koutarou covered your face with the remainder of his load.
“Ah, fuck,” Rintarou hissed. His head was thrown back, mouth open in a low moan. His hands wrapped around your hips, squeezing your plush flesh. “Want me to fill you up, sweetie?”
“Please, Rin,” you begged. “Want your cum in me.”
“Fuck— wait just a minute,” Osamu grunted, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you against him. “Let’s fill her up at the same time, Rin.”
“Fuck, okay,” Rintarou said. You cried out as the rhythm changed and suddenly Rintarou and Osamu were both thrusting simultaneously, both burying their cocks deeper in you with every thrust.
You keened, arching your back and digging your fingernails into Rintarou’s stomach. Rintarou moaned as your nails bit into his skin.
“I’m gonna—“ Osamu’s fingers circled your clit, cutting off your words. Your walls clamped down around them as you came. Your vision went black and you fell limp in Osamu’s arms as heat spread over your body. Osamu was still rubbing your clit, fingers moving so fast you couldn’t focus on them.
Rintarou whimpered as your walls fluttered around his cock.
“Samu, Daddy, gotta cum,” Rintarou said. His jaw clenched as he fought not to cum.
“Fuck, go ahead,” Osamu said. Rintarou moaned loudly as his cock throbbed and twitched. His balls tightened and you moaned as hot cum painted your walls.
“Rin, Rintarou, fuck,” you moaned as he filled you up. Rintarou’s hands tightened on you hips as Osamu continued to fuck you.
“Daddy,” Rintarou groaned. Osamu snapped his hips, balls slapping against your skin as he buried his cock in you.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Osamu grunted as he spilled inside of you. Your head fell back against his chest as he hugged you to him. You whimpered as Osamu pulled out slowly. You fell forward, against Rintarou’s chest.
“My turn, meu amor,” Shoyo said. You nodded. Shoyo carefully lifted you up and sat down on the loveseat, pulling you in his lap. He faced you out, so you could see the room of fucked out men, all watching you as Shoyo spread your legs over his.
“Gonna split this little pussy open, bunny,” Shoyo said, slapping his cock against your messy cunt. You winced as the head of his cock tapped your sensitive clit.
“Shoyo, please,” you whined. You could feel Rintarou’s cum leaking out of you, and you needed someone to plug you up.
“Gonna take it all?” Shoyo asked, popping the fat head in your cum filled hole. You bit your lip. Shoyo’s cock wasn’t the longest, but he was by far the thickest. You’d always had trouble taking him all without copious amounts of lube. “Did you hear me, bunny? You already been fucked stupid?”
“Wanna take it all,” you said, rolling your hips. Shoyo grabbed your bruised hips, pulling you down on his thick cock. You whimpered as he forced his cock in, stretching your pussy more than it had been in a while.
“Fuck, you’re always so tight around my cock,” Shoyo said, resting his forehead on your shoulder. He pressed a small kiss to your skin.
“Hurts, Sho,” you whimpered. The stretch burned and you almost felt like you were tearing in half.
“It’s okay, bunny, you’re almost there,” Shoyo cooed. He wrapped his arms around you and rubbed your clit slowly.
“She’s gonna fuckin’ rip apart,” Atsumu said. He still greedily eyed your stretched cunt, slowly palming his half hard cock.
“She can take it,” Osamu said. He had Rintarou still laid out on the couch, knees pressed to his chest as Osamu fingered his ass.
“Daddy,” Rintarou moaned. He looked fucked out already, mouth opened and his tongue nearly hanging out. You sighed as Shoyo bottomed out and stilled.
“Good girl,” Shoyo breathed.
“Spread her legs more,” Kiyoomi said. He was sitting next to Atsumu on the other couch. He was slowly stroking his cock, eyes locked to where Shoyo was stretching you.
Shoyo spread his legs, spreading yours with them. You moaned as he spread your folds, showing off even more of your cunt. Koutarou kneeled in front of you, snapping a picture before sitting on Atsumu’s other side.
“You ready, meu amor?” Shoyo asked, holding your hip with one hand as his other rubbed your clit. You nodded. He slowly dragged you off his cock. You whined and whimpered as your hole clenched around nothing. Shoyo guided your hips back down, bouncing you up and down at an average pace. Your head fell back on Shoyo’s shoulder.
You moaned, the painful stretch burning away, leaving only pleasure as Shoyo’s thick cock continued to stretch you out.
Osamu had Rintarou on all fours on the floor, his back arched beautifully and his head held up by Osamu’s hand in his hair. You moaned and reached out to them.
“What is it, bunny?” Shoyo asked. “Tell me what you want.”
“Bring her down here,” Osamu said, placing his hands on Rintarou’s thin waist. “She wants a friend to play with while ya fuck her.”
Shoyo lifted you off his cock, placing you on the floor, facing Rintarou.
“Rin,” you mumbled, cupping his face with one hand as Shoyo kneeled behind you. Rintarou leaned forward, kissing you messily as Shoyo slowly slid his cock in your wet hole.
“Y/n,” Rintarou mumbled against your lips. You moaned into his mouth as Shoyo grabbed your hips, thrusting into you at a steady pace. Osamu pulled Rintarou’s hair, pulling him away from you.
“Ready, babe?” Osamu asked, pressing the head of his cock against Rintarou’s fluttering hole.
“Fuck, yes, Daddy, please,” Rintarou said, pushing back against Osamu. You watched as Rintarou’s head fell, his arms shaking as Osamu’s cock stretched him out.
“Fuck, squeezin’ me t’ death,” Osamu moaned. “It’s been so long, hasn’t it, babe?”
“Too long,” Rintarou slurred, falling to his elbows. “Daddy, please, fuck me.”
You were yanked back by your hair.
“Pay attention to me, meu amor,” Shoyo said, holding you against his chest. You moaned at the change of angle. “You’re the only person I know that gets distracted while taking my cock.”
“‘m sorry,” you said, eyes squeezing closed as Shoyo played with your clit. “Just, wanna watch.”
Rintarou was moaning loudly as Osamu rutted into him. He was barely holding himself up, head only up because of Osamu’s hand in his hair. His tongue was hanging out, drool was running down his chin, and his eyes were starting to cross.
“I need someone to film it,” you said. Koutarou set up your phone, camera pointing at Rintarou and Osamu.
“Now, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t fucking speak,” Shoyo said. He bent you back over on all fours. He grabbed your hips, planting his foot on the floor before snapping his hips. Your eyes rolled back and your mouth fell open with a moan. Your whole body shook from the power of Shoyo’s thrust and you collapsed to your elbows, the hardwood biting against your skin painfully.
“Fuck!” You gasped. Shoyo pounded you, his balls slapping against your skin.
“Taking me so well,” Shoyo said. “You’re so fucking tight and you keep clenching around me, fuck.”
Shoyo grabbed your hair, shoving your face against the floor. You moaned as Osamu did the same thing to Rintarou. You faced each other, both looking as fucked out as the other one felt.
“Shoyo,” you moaned, thighs shaking.
“Go ahead and cum, meu amor,” Shoyo said. “Gonna cum all over my cock, yeah? You like being split open, huh? Imagine if someone fucked your ass while my fat cock split you open.”
You moaned. God, what you wouldn’t give to have someone in your ass right now.
“Oh? You like that? Why don’t we move to the couch so someone can fill your needy, little hole,” Shoyo said.
“Please, please,” you moaned. Shoyo pulled out of you, pulling you off the ground. Rintarou whined and reached out for you.
“Hey, yer fuckin’ me right now, not her,” Osamu said, snapping his hips. Rintarou’s eyes rolled back.
Shoyo sat on the couch, pulling you in his lap again, this time facing him. He pulled you down, spearing you on his cock. You moaned and threw your head back against someone’s chest. You opened your eyes, meeting Kiyoomi’s deep brown ones.
“Omi,” you moaned as Shoyo bounced you on his cock. “Gonna fuck me?”
“We’re gonna see how much you can take, darling,” Kiyoomi said, wrapping his hand around your throat. You furrowed your brows.
“What do you- oh, fuck!” You moaned loudly as someone shoved three fingers in your tight hole.
“Ya can use yer safe word whenever ya want,” Atsumu said, kneeling beside you. His fingers thrusted in and out of you, rubbing against your silky walls.
“Ugh, she keeps clenching around me so tight,” Shoyo groaned, throwing his head back.
Atsumu added more lube to your hole, adding his pinky finger. Kiyoomi squeezed your throat tighter.
“Tsumu!” You moaned. Shoyo slapped your ass. “Sho, your cock is stretching me out so much, fuck me harder, please.”
Shoyo held you in place, planting his feet on the floor as he snapped his hips up, burying his cock even deeper. The head of his cock painfully punched against your cervix as he fucked you.
“Fuck, can ya take more, doll?” Atsumu asked. He twisted his fingers in you and added more lube to his hand and your hole.
You nodded. Atsumu slowly pushed his whole hand in you as you moaned, throwing your head back and clenching your eyes shut.
“Slow, Atsumu,” Kiyoomi said. “Don’t hurt the little one.”
You whined as your rim stretched around Atsumu’s hand. Everyone had stopped moving, watching you, except for Atsumu, who, once his whole hand was in and your rim was stretched around his wrist, slowly curled his fingers inside you. You cried as he made a fist and pushed it deeper, deeper than you’d ever taken anything. Tears ran down your cheeks as his fist snagged against your stretched rim as he pulled it out of you.
“Atsu-Tsumu,” you choked.
“Ya okay, baby?” Osamu asked. You nodded.
“Full,” you breathed. “So. Full.”
You could hardly breathe as Atsumu pushed his fist back in you. You felt like he was in your lungs, he was so deep.
“Takin’ it so fuckin’ well,” Atsumu said. “Ya like having my fist in ya?”
“Want you to move,” you said. “Wanna cum.”
Shoyo reached down, rubbing your clit.
“Ready, bunny?” Shoyo asked. You nodded. He slowly thrusted in you, letting you get used to the sensation as Atsumu matched his pace.
“Such a good girl, taking everything we give you,” Kiyoomi said, tilting your chin up to look at him. “Open your mouth.”
You opened your mouth, mentally preparing yourself for his fingers to be shoved down your throat. Instead, he leaned over you and spat a glob of saliva on your waiting tongue.
“Don’t swallow,” Kiyoomi said, pressing his fingers against your tongue. You gagged as he shoved his fingers deeper, tears gathering in your eyes. “So messy.”
Kiyoomi’s eyes glittered as tears rolled down your hollowed cheeks. Spit ran down your chin as he fucked his fingers in your mouth.
“Fuck, wish I could put my cock down your throat,” Koutarou said, sitting next to Shoyo on the couch.
“You can have her sloppy cunt next,” Shoyo said, slapping your clit. You jumped and moaned. “After I fill her up. Isn’t that right?”
You nodded. “Want you to cum in my messy cunt, Bokkun.”
“Why don’t you jerk me off until you can sit on my cock, bunny?” Koutarou asked. You reached down, wrapping your fingers loosely around Koutarou’s cock. His was nearly as thick as Shoyo’s and almost as long as Osamu’s. He moaned softly as he thrusted into your fist.
“Atsumu, pull out,” Kiyoomi said. You whined as Atsumu pulled his fist out of you. Kiyoomi leaned down, whispering something in Atsumu’s ear.
“Ya still got that dildo, doll?” Atsumu asked.
You nodded and pointed towards the bedroom.
“Top drawer on Samu’s side,” you said. Atsumu stood up and walked into your bedroom as Kiyoomi slotted his cock against your gaping hole.
“Your hole’s just begging to be stuffed full,” Kiyoomi said. “One cock isn’t enough for your slutty hole.”
You shuddered as Kiyoomi pushed into you. While he didn’t stretch you out any, your walls were so sensitive that the drag of his cock sent shivers down your spine.
“Found a bigger one,” Atsumu said, showing off the dildo in his hands. Your face burned. Your brand new dildo was a copy of Osamu’s cock, complete with the piercing that decorated his tip, and used on the nights when Osamu was away at the Hyogo restaurant or when you just needed more.
“That’s definitely Osamu’s dick,” Koutarou said. Atsumu scrunched his face, handing the dildo and the lube to Kiyoomi.
“I morally cannot lube that up for you,” Atsumu said. Kiyoomi rolled his eyes and generously lubed up the dildo.
“Wait,” you said, finally realising what was going on. “Omi, wait.”
“What is it, darling?” Kiyoomi asked, pulling out of you. “Nervous? Don’t be, I’ll make sure you’re stretched enough to take both.”
“Omi…” you said as he pressed the dildo against your hole.
“Colour, baby,” Osamu said. He sat on Shoyo’s other side. You reached for his hand, squeezing it tightly.
“Yellow,” you said.
“I’ll go slow,” Kiyoomi said. “Promise I won’t hurt you, darling.”
You hesitated before nodding. Kiyoomi slowly pushed the dildo inside of you. You hissed as the cool metal from the piercing dragged against your walls. The dildo bottomed out easily. Kiyoomi pushed two fingers beside the dildo, stretching your rim.
“Omi,” you moaned. You fell forward, draping yourself over Shoyo’s shoulders. Kiyoomi slipped another finger in. He pulled the dildo out slowly, pressing the head against your hole. You shuddered as you felt the warm, blunt head of Kiyoomi’s cock pressing next to silicone.
“It’s okay, baby,” Osamu said, leaning over and placing a kiss on your cheek.
“Where’s Rin?” You asked. Rintarou climbed into Osamu’s lap and leaned on Osamu’s shoulder, facing you.
“Hey, sweetie,” Rintarou said, pushing your hair behind your ear. “Everything’s okay, yeah? You know you can tell Kiyoomi to stop.”
Kiyoomi was slowly pushing into you, with both his cock and the dildo.
“Hurts,” you mumbled. The stretch burned up your spine, and tears were starting to form in your eyes.”
“I know, baby,” Rintarou said, cupping your cheek and rubbing his thumb along your face. “Colour?”
“Green,” you said. Osamu looked at you, eyebrows furrowed and frowning.
“Are you sure, baby?” Osamu asked. You nodded.
“I can do it,” you said. Kiyoomi rubbed your back.
“I’m almost there, darling,” Kiyoomi said. “Just a little more, you’re taking me so well.”
Shoyo rubbed your hips with his thumbs.
“You’re so tight, meu amor,” Shoyo said. His cock throbbed inside you. “So good for us.”
Tears rolled down your cheeks once you felt Kiyoomi’s balls against your skin.
“Fuck, look how well her ass swallows me,” Kiyoomi said. Atsumu grabbed your ass cheeks, spreading them out as Kiyoomi slowly pulled out.
“You look so pretty, sweetie,” Rintarou said, wiping your tears away. “You gonna let them fuck you?”
“Yes, please,” you said, arching your back. You let out a high pitched moan as Kiyoomi sank back into you. Your hand shot out, grabbing Osamu’s forearm.
“I’m here, baby,” Osamu said, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers. You squeezed his hand tightly as Kiyoomi fell into a steady pace.
“Sh-Sho, move, please,” you mumbled, bracing your hand on his shoulder.
“You sure, bunny?” Shoyo asked, holding your hips. You nodded.
Your eyes rolled back as Shoyo slowly thrusted into you. You were stretched out more than ever with three cocks inside you. Your body went limp as Shoyo matched Kiyoomi’s steady pace. Your head fell forward, resting on Shoyo’s shoulder. You moaned loudly, the heat in your stomach already spreading.
“Fuck,” you whined. You reached between yours and Shoyo’s bodies, pressing two fingers to your clit. You rubbed small, lazy circles. Your walls fluttered.
“Oh, fuck,” Kiyoomi groaned, snapping his hips against your ass. You moaned as your stomach tightened.
“Gonna— gon’ cum,” you slurred, head spinning as Shoyo and Kiyoomi both fucked into you.
“Cum for us, bunny,” Shoyo cooed, squeezing your hips. Your head fell back against Kiyoomi's chest as your vision went white. Heat flooded your body and your walls clamped down around Shoyo and Kiyoomi.
“Fuck me,” Kiyoomi swore, cumming seconds after your juices gushed around Shoyo’s cock.
“Sho, cum, please!” You exclaimed as Kiyoomi buried himself deep in your ass, spilling his hot seed into your silky walls.
“Fuck, just a little more, bunny,” Shoyo said, biting his lip as he pounded into you. Your eyes rolled back as his cock throbbed inside of you. Your walls fluttered, begging him to fill you up. “God, so fuckin’… gah!”
Shoyo grunted as he spilled into you. You sighed as Kiyoomi slowly pulled out, leaving the dildo plugged in you so his cum wouldn’t slide out.
“You have a bigger plug?” Kiyoomi asked. Osamu hopped up, walking into your bedroom.
“How do you feel, baby?” Rintarou asked, pulling you into his lap. He brushed your hair out of your face.
“Empty,” you mumbled. Osamu came back holding a large plug.
“Come here, baby, let me plug you up,” Osamu said. You crawled over his lap, bending over. He slowly pulled the dildo out, replacing it with the plug.
“Do you need anything, baby?” Osamu asked, rearranging you in his lap. He cradled you in his arms as Rintarou pushed your hair back out of your face.
“Want to make Tsumu and Bokkun feel good,” you said.
“Ya don’t have to, doll,” Atsumu said. Koutarou nodded.
“We’re fine, sweetheart,” Koutarou said. “Just watching you get off made me feel good.”
“Yeah, we just call first next time,” Atsumu said, smiling at you.
You nodded tiredly and yawned.
“I need a shower,” Kiyoomi said, stretching his arms out. He leaned over and kissed your forehead. “You did a good job, took me so well, darling.”
“Yer such a good girl, taking everything we gave ya,” Atsumu said, grabbing and kissing your hand.
“You’re the best, taking six guys like that,” Shoyo said, smiling widely. “Next time we should invite a few of your teammates. I’ve been dying to meet Nana.”
“You’re such a sweetheart,” Koutarou said. “Next time, I’ll have you crying over my cock.”
You smiled as the boys got dressed. They all pressed a kiss to either your cheek or forehead before leaving you, Osamu, and Rintarou alone.
“Let’s get you two cleaned up and into bed,” Osamu said, standing up with you still in his arms. He carried you into the bedroom and laid you down before going back into the living room. He laid Rintarou next to you.
You curled into Rintarou’s side as Osamu stepped into the bathroom.
“You need something, sweetie?” Rintarou asked, hugging you closer.
“Feel empty,” you said. Rintarou sat up, leaning back against the headboard.
“Wanna sit on my cock?” He asked. You nodded and crawled over him, straddling his hips. You let out a soft moan as his cock slipped between your cum covered folds. You sighed and wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his shoulder.
The bed shifted as a freshly showered Osamu climbed on it, holding a damp washcloth.
“Come here, baby, let me clean ya up,” Osamu said, pulling you away from Rintarou. You whined as his cock slid out of you. “Oh, yer not finished yet?”
“Feel empty,” you said as Osamu wiped you down. He carefully pulled your plug out. You squirmed as cum ran down your thighs. Osamu wiped it up quickly then tossed the washcloth into the hamper. With another washcloth, he wiped Rintarou clean before letting the both of you go. You let Rintarou pull you back into his lap. You both sighed as you sank back down on his cock.
“Either of ya want anything?” Osamu asked. “Water or something to eat?”
“Water, please,” you said, relaxing into Rintarou’s hold as he rubbed your back.
“I’m hungry,” Rintarou said.
“What do ya want?” Osamu asked.
“Taiyaki,” you said.
“Seconded,” Rintarou said.
“I’ll be right back,” Osamu said. He leaned over, kissing your cheek before walking into the kitchen.
“Rin,” you said, looking up at him.
“Yes, sweetie?” He asked, rubbing your back up and down.
“Why did you stay?” You asked.
“Do you want me to leave?” Rintarou asked.
“No!” You exclaimed, shaking your head. “I always want you around! I was just wondering. All the other guys got out of here as quickly as they could.”
“The others don’t feel about you and Osamu how I do,” Rintarou said, grabbing your hips. He made small circles with his thumbs.
“How do you feel about us?” You asked. Rintarou closed his eyes as he rested his forehead against yours.
“I’ve been in love with Osamu since high school,” he said. “And I’ve been falling in love with you since the day we met.”
“Rin…”
“If you don’t feel the same, it’s okay,” Rintarou said. “We can forget this happened.”
You cupped Rintarou’s cheeks with your hands. “Rintarou Rintarou, we cannot forget your love confession. Haven’t you noticed that you’re the only one besides Osamu that can call me ‘baby’? Or the fact that no one else is allowed to kiss me on the lips except for you and Osamu? What about the fact that out of the entire group, only you’ve fucked me without Osamu?”
“So, you feel the same?” Rintarou asked. “What about Osamu?”
“Babe, are you blind?” You asked with a laugh. “He was glued to you during the entire gangbang. And he even brought you to bed. If he didn’t feel the same, he would’ve told you to leave with the rest of the guys. Of course he feels the same!”
“Who feels the same about what?” Osamu asked, popping into the bedroom holding two plates, two trays, and two bottles of water.
“Sunarin here has something to tell you,” you said. You lifted yourself off of Rintarou’s cock, pecking his lips before sitting next to him. Osamu propped a tray up over your thighs, setting a plate of taiyaki in front of you.
“What is it?” Osamu asked, propping a tray over Rintarou’s thighs.
“I’ve been in love with you since high school,” Rintarou said, taking a sip from his water.
Osamu smiled widely. “I love you, too, Rintarou.”
Osamu leaned over, tilting Rintarou’s chin up before kissing him softly.
“Me, too!” You exclaimed, puckering your lips. Osamu laughed before leaning over Rintarou to place a kiss on your lips. He pulled away and Rintarou smiled before kissing you quickly.
“Now, you two need to eat,” Osamu said. “I’m going to make some real food for dinner.”
“Taiyaki is real food,” you said, taking a bite of the pastry.
“You need something with more substance,” Osamu said. “Vegetables and meats.”
“Can you make curry?” Rintarou asked.
“Of course, babe,” Osamu said. Osamu pulled on a pair of boxers before going back to the kitchen.
“We should probably shower,” you said. You took a sip of your water.
“Sounds like a good excuse to have shower sex,” Rintarou said. You shoved his shoulder.
“I just got fucked by six guys and you think I’m interested in having more sex right now?” You asked.
“So no shower sex?”
“Of course we’re gonna fuck in the shower,” you said. “You shouldn’t just assume, though.”
You both finished your taiyaki quickly. You carefully folded the trays and set them at the end of the bed.
“Come here,” Rintarou said, pulling you to him. You giggled as you stumbled into him. He intertwined your fingers and pulled you into a bruising kiss.
“Rin,” you moaned as he led you to the bathroom.
“Yeah, baby?” He asked, starting the water before kissing you again.
“Want you,” you mumbled against his lips. Rintarou backed you into the shower, caging you against the cool wall. Your skin prickled where the cool tiles touched.
“My first official act as your boyfriend is going to be making you cum all over my cock,” Rintarou said, lifting you up. You wrapped your legs around him.
“Boyfriend? Is that what you are?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Yeah, I am your boyfriend,” Rintarou said, kissing down your neck. “Why, you have a problem with that?”
“Not at all,” you said, smiling. “I like it.”
“Good.” Rintarou slowly guided his cock through your wet folds, gathering your slick on the head of his cock. You moaned as the head of his cock nudged your clit.
“Rintarou, please,” you begged as he teased your entrance. He smirked as you whined. “Rin, I’m going to revoke your boyfriend status if you don’t fuck me.”
“No take-backs or returns,” Rintarou said, pushing into you. You moaned softly as he bottomed out.
“So good,” you moaned, resting your head against Rintarou’s forehead. “Fill me up so well, Rin.”
“I know I’m not as long as Osamu or as thick as Shoyo, you don’t have to exaggerate,” Rintarou said, rutting into you.
“Not exaggerating,” you breathed. “You’re so perfect, Rin, you fill me up so well. You- fuck- you hit that spot inside of me so fucking easily. No one can fuck me like you.”
Rintarou kissed you roughly. His soft lips molded against yours, tasting like taiyaki.
“I- fuck!- I love you,” Rintarou said, pulling back from you. His hips moved faster. You moaned as he hit that spongy spot inside you with every thrust. Your walls clenched as your stomach tightened.
“So soon?” You teased. “Even Osamu waited a few days before telling me.”
“Don’t care,” Rintarou grunted. “Had to tell you.”
“I love you, too, Rin,” you said. You moaned loudly as Rintarou held you with one hand, the other snaking between your bodies as he rubbed your clit.
“Rintarou!” You cried as your walls clamped down around his cock. You dug your fingernails into his strong, broad shoulders.
“That’s my girl, cum around my cock, baby,” Rintarou said. You moaned high pitched as you squirted around his cock. Your head fell back against the cool tiles as your eyes rolled back and your vision went black.
“Rin, Rin, Rin,” you moaned weakly as he continued to thrust into you.
“It’s okay, sweetie, you can take it,” he said, furrowing his brows as he chased his high. “Gonna fill you up, Y/n. You gonna take my load like a good girl?”
You nodded. Your legs shook from overstimulation and you weakly kissed up Rintarou’s neck.
“Rin,” you moaned softly, kissing just below his earlobe. “Cum in me.”
“Fuck, say my name again,” Rintarou said.
“Rintarou,” you moaned. “Fill me up, please? Please, Rin, I want your cum so bad. I need it in me, Rintarou, please.”
Rintarou groaned loudly as he buried himself in your cunt, painting your walls white. You smiled as he rested his head on your shoulder, breathing heavily.
“You’re a menace,” he breathed, setting you on your feet. Your legs wobbled slightly. Rintarou leaned down, kissing you as he held you against him. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up so we can eat.”
Rintarou carefully helped you wash up before you traded spots. You hummed as Rintarou kneeled down so you could run your fingers through his hair. You leaned down, pecking his lips before helping him up.
“Food’s ready,” Osamu said, poking his head in the bathroom.
“We’ll be right there, baby,” you said, wrapping a towel around yourself.
You dried off quickly and pulled on a fresh pair of underwear and an old shirt of Osamu’s while you gave Rintarou a pair of clean briefs he’d left before.
“Have fun?” Osamu asked, wrapping his arms around you as you entered the kitchen.
“With our boyfriend? Yes,” you said.
“Boyfriend?” Osamu asked.
“Yes, baby,” Rintarou said, pecking Osamu’s lips. Rintarou bit Osamu’s bottom lip as he pulled away, staring at Osamu with hazy eyes.
“I’m okay with that,” Osamu said, wrapping one arm around Rintarou’s waist and pulling him into Osamu’s side. You giggled as Rintarou wrapped an arm around both you and Osamu, forming a small huddle. They leaned down, kissing your cheeks before nuzzling either side of your neck, pressing small kisses against your skin.
“The food’s going to get cold,” you said, giggling.
“Don’t care,” Osamu said, sucking on a spot right below your ear.
“Who are you and what have you done with my Miya Osamu?” You teased.
“Ours,” Rintarou said, nipping at your neck.
“What have you done with our Miya Osamu?” You corrected.
“Better,” Rintarou said, licking over the bite mark.
“We better eat,” Osamu said, reluctantly pulling away from you.
You sat at the table with Osamu and Rintarou on either side of you as you loaded your bowl with the fresh curry.
“Thank you, baby,” you said, leaning over to kiss Osamu’s cheek.
“Thanks, Samu,” Rintarou said, scooping up a spoonful of rice.
“It’s no problem,” Osamu said. You sat in a comfortable silence until Rintarou spoke up.
“So, did you have fun today?” He asked, glancing at you. You nodded, smiling widely.
“Yes! I always love when the boys come over!” You exclaimed.
“I was worried when Kiyoomi brought out that dildo,” Osamu admitted. “I thought ya were going to safeword.”
“It was an experience,” you said. “But it ended up being a good one!”
“I thought I was going to have to kick him out,” Rintarou said. “You looked really scared at one point. I thought you were going to cry. Like, in a bad way.”
“It was overwhelming,” you said, hugging your knees to your chest. “But I trust Omi.”
“Baby, if ya ever feel scared ya can always call for a timeout,” Osamu said.
Rintarou nodded. “No one would ever be mad at you.”
“I know,” you said. “If I felt scared at any point I would’ve safeworded. But I was just a little nervous, not scared. I know Omi would never hurt me.”
“None of us would ever hurt ya, ‘less ya asked for it,” Osamu said.
“I don’t think I could ever hurt you,” Rintarou said, face softening as he looked at you. “Even if you asked. I just don’t think I have it in me.”
“Aw, babe, that’s okay,” you cooed, climbing into Rintarou’s lap. You kissed his cheek softly.
“I guess I’ll be the one to dole out punishment,” Osamu said, stacking the dishes and carrying them to the sink.
You rolled your eyes. “He says that like he ever punishes me. Samu’s just a big softie.”
“What was that?” Osamu asked, looking back at you as he washed the dishes.
“I said you’re a big softie,” you said, louder. “Especially for your baby.”
“Yer right,” Osamu said, smiling softly at you. You slid out of Rintarou’s lap, crossing the kitchen and wrapping your arms around Osamu’s waist. You buried your face in his muscular back.
“I love you, Samu,” you mumbled, hugging him tightly.
“I love ya, too, baby,” Osamu said. He turned in your arms and kissed your forehead.
Rintarou smiled from the table, just watching you and Osamu interact.
“Rin, come here!” You called, whipping your head around to look at Rintarou. He walked across the kitchen, stopping a few feet away from you. “Rin!” You grabbed the elastic of his briefs, pulling him closer to you. You threw your arms around his neck, smiling widely.
“What is it?” Rintarou asked, resting his hands on your waist.
“Dance with me?” You asked, looking up at him with wide eyes. “It’s an after dinner tradition.”
“Of course, baby,” Rintarou said, smiling down at you. The two of you swayed around the kitchen, bumping into Osamu every few steps. Rintarou spun you out, letting Osamu spin you into his own arms. Osamu smiled widely as he held your giggling body against his own. You grabbed Osamu’s hand, spinning him across the kitchen, letting Rintarou grab his hand and spinning Osamu into his arms.
You smiled as the two men waltzed around the small kitchen. Osamu smiled, pecking Rintarou’s lips before grabbing your hand and pulling you between them.
“Hey,” you said, facing Osamu.
“Hey, baby,” Osamu said, running his hands down your sides.
“Hey, sweetie,” Rintarou whispered in your ear. His hands ran up your shirt, running over Osamu’s and resting above them on your waist.
As Osamu ground against your front, Rintarou ground against your back.
“Haven’t danced like this since we won nationals,” you said. You grabbed Osamu’s forearm with one hand and rested your other hand on Rintarou’s.
“Baby,” Osamu breathed, nibbling your earlobe. “Let me feel ya.”
You reluctantly moved your hands, pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it across the kitchen. Rintarou immediately slid his hands up, grabbing your breasts and squeezing them.
“You know, I don’t think we paid enough attention to these earlier,” Rintarou said, licking a stripe up your neck. You shuddered as he sucked your earlobe into his mouth.
“We didn’t,” Osamu agreed, pushing Rintarou’s hands out of the way. Osamu squeezed your breasts before pinching your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
“We can always change that,” Rintarou said.
“Let’s get her to the bedroom,” Osamu said. Rintarou scooped you up easily and followed Osamu into the bedroom. He laid you down in the middle of the bed.
With both Osamu and Rintarou staring down at you, you felt a smidge self conscious. You crossed your arms over your chest.
“Oh, no, baby,” Osamu said, pulling your arms away. “Let me see ya.”
Your arms dropped to your sides. Rintarou crawled into the bed as Osamu crawled in from the other side.
“Can I?” Rintarou asked, glancing at your chest. You nodded. Simultaneously, two pairs of plush lips wrapped around your nipples. You moaned at the sudden stimulation, back arching. While Rintarou suckled, Osamu nibbled at your sensitive skin.
“Rin, Samu,” You moaned, tangling your fingers in their hair, pulling them closer. Their lips dragged against your skin, meeting in the valley of your breasts. Osamu reached up, grabbing Rintarou’s hair and pulling him into a heated kiss.
“Samu,” Rintarou groaned as the chef pushed him back on the bed next to you. Osamu sat up, sitting back on his feet on the foot of the bed, staring up at you two.
“Osamu,” you whined, reaching out for him.
“Be quiet,” Osamu said, pinching the soft fat of your thigh. “I’m trying to decide who gets my cock first.”
You got to your knees, crawling next to Osamu and running your hands along his chest.
“Daddy, you never fucked my pussy today,” you said, kissing along his collarbone.
“Ya had how many cocks in yer cunt today and yer still wantin’ mine?” Osamu asked.
“No one fucks me like Daddy does,” you said. Rintarou slithered up next to you, grabbing a fist full of Osamu’s hair and pulling his head back.
“What if I wanted you on my cock?” Rintarou asked. You perked up. “Y/n can even bounce on your cock while I fuck you.”
Osamu groaned as Rintarou tugged his hair, waiting for an answer.
“Daddy, please,” you said, pulling his arm. “We all get what we want that way.”
Rintarou pulled Osamu’s hair again.
“Fuck,” Osamu gasped. “Rin, I want ya to fuck me.”
Rintarou grabbed Osamu’s chin, pulling him into a bruising kiss. Osamu followed after Rintarou as he pulled away.
“Come here, baby,” Rintarou said, cupping your face. He kissed you softly. “We’re gonna make Daddy cry.”
“What the fuck have I gotten myself into?” Osamu asked. Rintarou laughed as he pushed Osamu back on the bed.
“You’re stuck with us,” Rintarou said.
“Forever,” you added.
“Forever,” Rintarou agreed.
“Forever is a long time,” Osamu said, smiling up at you.
“If I love you for every second until my dying breath, it still wouldn’t be enough,” you said.
“If?” Osamu teased.
“I don’t want to be presumptuous,” you said. Osamu grabbed your hips, pulling you on top of him as he smiled at you. He tickled your sides, making you giggle and curl up.
“I love you two,” Rintarou said, straddling Osamu behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder.
“I love you, too, Rin,” you said, turning your head and nuzzling your nose against his cheek.
“I think yer okay,” Osamu said, resting his hands on Rintarou’s thighs.
“Samu!” You exclaimed, lightly slapping his chest. Osamu laughed loudly.
“I love ya, too, Rin,” Osamu said, rubbing his thighs.
“A rain check on sex?” You asked. “Kinda just wanna cuddle.”
Osamu grabbed your hands, intertwining your fingers.
“Anything ya want, baby,” he said.
“Are you sure?” Rintarou asked, kissing your neck.
“Suna Rintarou, stop trying to seduce me,” you said, smiling as Rintarou kissed your jaw.
“Is it working?” He asked.
“Only too well,” you said. Rintarou’s hand rubbed over your stomach before dropping down under your panties.
“Let me make you feel good,” Rintarou said, rubbing your clit. His other hand squeezed your breast, rolling your nipple between his nimble fingers.
“Rin,” you moaned, letting your head fall back against his shoulder. He carefully moved you, laying you against the bed next to Osamu.
“Just… lay back and let me take care of you,” Rintarou said, hooking his fingers on your panties. He slipped them off, tossing them away before spreading your legs. “Pretty, little cunt. Whose cunt is this, sweetie?”
He spread your folds with his fingers, revealing your swollen nub.
“Daddy’s,” you said. Osamu smirked.
“Hurts my feelings, baby,” Rintarou said, rubbing your clit with his thumb. “I’ll just have to show you who owns this cunt.”
He spread your folds, and leaned down, spitting directly into your hole. You let out a wanton moan.
“Wow, no one would know you were stuffed full earlier with how needy you are,” Rintarou said. He pushed two fingers in your hole, stretching you needlessly.
“Rin,” you groaned. “Gimme more.”
“You want more?” Rintarou asked, adding a third finger. “Tell me exactly what you want, sweetie.”
“Your cock, please, Rin,” you begged, bucking your hips against his fingers.
“I don’t know…” Rintarou said, pulling his fingers out of you. “I wouldn’t want to use Daddy’s pussy without permission.”
“Rin!” You whined, fisting the sheets.
“Daddy, what do you think?” Rintarou asked, looking over at Osamu, who had propped himself up against the headboard and was watching the scene unfold.
“I don’t know,” Osamu said. “I don’t know if she deserves it.”
“I do!” You cried, grabbing Rintarou’s forearm. “Please, please, I’ve been a good girl, Rintarou.”
“You did take me so well earlier,” Rintarou said, ghosting his fingers over your clit. Chills went up your spine as you let out a short, breathy moan.
“Yes, Rin, please touch me,” you pleaded, back arching as Rintarou teased your clit.
“She has been a good girl, today,” Osamu said, interlocking his fingers and putting his hands behind his head. “But she was such a lil princess, letting us do all the work.”
“Should we make her work for it?” Rintarou asked.
“Daddy, no!” You whined. Rintarou pushed two long fingers deep in your cunt. “Rin was a princess, too!”
“Yer right, baby,” Osamu said, reaching out with one hand and brushing your hair out of your face. “Maybe I should make ya both work for it.”
Osamu made a show of slowly wrapping his fingers around the clothed imprint of his fat cock.
“Who wants it bad enough?” Osamu asked. You and Rintarou scrambled around until both of you were laying on your stomachs, facing Osamu’s covered cock.
“I want it, Daddy,” you said, tracing the outline with a single finger. Osamu shivered as you dragged your finger down his length.
“I want it more,” Rintarou said, pressing a kiss to Osamu’s thigh.
“Show me how badly ya want it,” Osamu said. He lifted his hips, pushing his boxers down. Rintarou pulled them down his thick thighs and threw them off the bed.
“Fuck,” you murmured as Osamu’s cock bobbed. It was almost too heavy to stand.
Rintarou wrapped his hand around it and leaned in, sucking Osamu’s fat balls into his mouth.
You whined before leaning up and sucking the dark pink tip in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around, pressing it flush against the familiar cool piercing. Osamu groaned, letting his head fall back against the headboard.
“Fuck, just like that,” he sighed. Rintarou tapped your cheek, signaling for you to lean up.
“Wanna try something,” he said. You nodded.
“Okay,” you said.
“Daddy, can you lay down for me?” Rintarou asked, sitting up on his feet.
“Sure, babe,” Osamu said. He slid down the bed, laying down with his head in a pillow.
“Now you sit on his face,” Rintarou said. You looked up at Osamu.
“C’mon, baby,” Osamu said, smiling at you. You crawled up the bed, straddling his face. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you in place as he tentatively licked up your slit.
Rintarou spread Osamu’s legs apart, pushing his knees up. He leaned down, kissing and sucking on Osamu’s inner thighs, leaving fresh, red bruises on pale flesh. You squeezed your eyes shut as Osamu pressed his tongue firmly against your sensitive clit.
“Daddy,” you moaned softly, running your hands over his chest. Osamu let out a moan as Rintarou pressed his tongue against Osamu’s tight, untouched hole.
“Oh, fuck,” Osamu groaned. His words vibrated against your cunt. You moaned, bucking your hips against his tongue.
“You taste so good, Daddy,” Rintarou said. He licked around Osamu’s rim, moaning softly. Osamu’s hips wiggled, desperate for more friction.
“Think he wants more,” you said as Osamu moaned against your clit.
“Lube?” Rintarou asked, looking up at you. You pointed at Osamu’s bedside table.
“Top drawer,” you said. Osamu wrapped his lips around your swollen nub, sucking harshly. You yelped, digging your fingernails into his stomach.
“Baby, come help me,” Rintarou said, kneeling between Osamu’s legs. You slowly crawled off of Osamu, knees shaking.
“What am I doing?” You asked, kneeling next to Osamu.
“I want you to prep him,” Rintarou said, handing you the lube.
“Me?” You asked. Rintarou nodded and moved next to you.
“I want you to stretch him out for my cock,” Rintarou said, tilting your chin towards him. “Can you do that for me, baby?”
“Yes,” you breathed as Rintarou leaned in. He kissed you softly.
“That’s my good girl,” he mumbled, kissing you again. You pulled away, breathlessly. You crawled between Osamu’s legs.
“Fuck, someone do something,” Osamu whined, thrusting his hips up. Rintarou pushed his hips down.
“No whining,” Rintarou said. “Before I gag you.”
“I think you should gag him anyway,” you said, smearing lube over Osamu’s tight hole. Osamu moaned loudly as you traced his rim. You slowly pushed a single finger past the ring of muscle.
“Fuck, baby,” Osamu moaned, throwing his head back and arching his back. You smiled as you curled your finger against his prostate. Osamu cried out, fisting the sheets beneath him.
“Don’t tease him too much, sweetie,” Rintarou said. “We don’t want him to cum just yet.”
“He’s so tight,” you said, twisting your finger. “Are you sure he’ll be able to take you?”
“Don’t worry,” Rintarou said. He reached out and wrapped his fingers around Osamu’s purpling cock. “He’ll be begging for my cock by the time you’re finished.”
You slowly added another finger.
“‘m gonna cum, Rin, fuck,” Osamu moaned as Rintarou pumped his cock. You prodded at his prostate and his eyes rolled back. “Please, please, wanna cum, need to cum!”
“Uh-uh, Daddy,” Rintarou said, wrapping his fingers around the base of Osamu’s cock, stopping him from cumming. “Not until I’m in you.” Rintarou looked down at you, scissoring your fingers in and out of Osamu. “Cock ring?”
You shook your head. “Never needed one,” you said.
“I’m ordering one as soon as possible,” Rintarou said. “Do you have a ribbon or anything?”
“Check my bedside table,” you said.
“More, please, baby,” Osamu begged. You added a third finger. Rintarou shuffled around in your drawers before pulling out a silky, pink ribbon that had previously been used to tie your wrists. Rintarou carefully tied it around the base of Osamu’s cock.
“Does that feel okay, baby?” Rintarou asked. Osamu nodded. “You look so pretty in pink, Daddy.”
Rintarou leaned down, pressing a kiss to the angry, dark pink tip of Osamu’s cock. His tongue poked out, teasing the metal barbell that went through Osamu’s tip.
“Rin, baby, please,” Osamu choked as you twisted your fingers. “Need ya t’ fuck me.”
“You want my cock, Daddy?” Rintarou cooed, twisting his hand around Osamu’s cock.
“Yes, please, I need it!” Osamu begged. “Need ya t’ fill me up, Rin.”
“Baby,” Rintarou said, ignoring Osamu. “You wanna sit on Daddy’s cock while he takes my cock? See how long he lasts before he’s crying?”
You nodded, pulling your fingers out and wiping them on the sheets. “Which way do you want me, Rin?”
Rintarou thought for a moment.
“Why don’t you face Daddy? That way we can both see him cry,” Rintarou said. “And I don’t want your cute face distracting me while I’m pounding Daddy’s ass.”
You straddled Osamu’s hips, sandwiching his cock between your folds. Osamu let out a soft moan as you rubbed against his throbbing cock.
“Don’t tease,” Rintarou said, pinching your thigh. You pouted, but slowly sank down on Osamu’s cock with a long moan.
“Wait, Rin,” you said, reaching back to grab his arm. “I wanna see you fuck him.”
“Already filming, sweetie,” Rintarou said. He leaned forward and kissed your cheek. “I know you, Y/n-baby.”
“For the love of all things holy, please!” Osamu cried. “Please fuck me, I need it!”
“Fine,” Rintarou said. You gasped as he snapped his hips, shaking the entire bed frame. Osamu’s cock jumped inside you, throbbing against your walls. All three of you moaned lowly.
“R-Rin,” Osamu stuttered, eyes rolling back.
“F-Fuck, Samu,” Rintarou moaned. “So fucking tight around my cock.”
Rintarou tilted your head, kissing you roughly. His teeth clashed against yours and his tongue searched every inch of your mouth.
“Rin,” you breathed. He pulled back, biting your lower lip as he did.
“Pass that on,” he said. You nodded, leaning down and kissing Osamu just as passionately as Rintarou slowly thrusted into Osamu.
You carefully matched his pace, bouncing on Osamu’s cock. Osamu moaned and grabbed your hips.
“Samu,” you moaned as he squeezed your hips.
“Harder,” Osamu moaned. You didn’t know who he was talking to but both you and Rintarou moved faster. You took him deeper, until his cock was threatening to punch through your cervix and Rintarou grabbed Osamu’s hips, pulling him into his thrusts.
You reached down, rubbing your clit faster the closer you got to cumming.
“Not, not gonna last,” Osamu whined. “Please, need t’ cum.”
“Not yet, Daddy,” Rintarou said. “Not until baby cums.”
You slowed your fingers on your clit. Osamu whined.
“Cum on my cock, please, baby,” Osamu begged, pressing his fingers into your flesh. “Please, I’ll do anything ya want.”
“Anything?” You asked. Osamu nodded furiously. “I want you to cry for us, Daddy.”
You pulled your fingers away from your clit and braced your hands against Osamu’s stomach, rolling your hips and clenching around his cock.
“Ah, fuck!” Osamu cried. He let go of your hips and reached up, grabbing the headboard. The wood creaked under the force of his grip. “Please just let me cum, please, please!”
“You heard her,” Rintarou said. “Just cry for us and then she’ll cum.”
Osamu breathed deeply as tears welled up in his eyes.
“Baby, please,” he whimpered, looking at you with teary, blue eyes. “Please, I need ya t’ cum around my cock.”
You hummed as your walls fluttered around him. Your orgasm was barely being held back as your legs and arms shook. Fire burned through your veins as you bit your lip.
“Fuck, baby,” Osamu moaned as tears ran down his cheeks.
“Daddy,” you moaned as you came. You rubbed your clit slowly as you squirted around Osamu’s cock, drawing your orgasm out. Your legs shook as you fell forward against Osamu’s chest. Rintarou reached up, untying the ribbon with one hand.
“Oh, fuck,” Osamu moaned as his hot cum flooded your walls.
“Fuck, gonna fill you up, Daddy,” Rintarou moaned. His thrusts jostled you, forcing you to bounce on Osamu’s cock. You moaned softly, burying your face in Osamu’s neck as his cum was forced out of you.
Rintarou grunted loudly and froze before he collapsed next to you and Osamu.
“Fuck,” Rintarou breathed. “Give me a minute and I’ll clean you two up.”
You hummed as Osamu wrapped his arms around you.
“Take yer time,” Osamu mumbled. The three of you sat in silence, all trying to catch your breath.
“I’ll run a bath,” Rintarou said, rolling out of bed. He walked into the bathroom.
“He’s already fitting in with us,” you said, looking up at Osamu.
“Was there any question?” Osamu asked. You smiled at him.
“Just didn’t think it would be this easy,” you said. “I mean, we’re adding a whole other person to our relationship.”
“If it was anyone else, I wouldn’t be able to do it,” he said. “But Rin… he makes everything feel… not complete, we weren’t incomplete, but he makes everything feel more.”
“I get what you mean,” you said. “He makes us new. Everything is different now.”
Osamu nodded. “Exactly.”
Rintarou popped around the bathroom door. “Bath’s ready.”
You and Osamu both walked on wobbly legs to the bathtub. Rintarou wiped both of you clean before helping you into the bath.
Once all three of you were in, you climbed into Rintarou’s lap and leaned on his shoulder.
“I love you, Rin,” you mumbled, kissing his neck.
“I love you, too, sweetie,” he said, holding you close to him.
“Ya are too cute,” Osamu said, smiling at both of you. “I love ya two.”
You smiled softly.
“I love you, too,” you said.
“Only me?” Osamu asked.
“Only you,” you said. Rintarou playfully pinched your side. “Only you, too.”
WARNINGS: pseudoincest (stepdad and uncle), threesome, daddy kink, creampie, cum eating, lowkey miyacest but not really, anal (f receiving), oral (f receiving), double penetration, painal, anal fingering, light degradation, dacryphilia, rimming (kinda), UNREALISTIC AND UNSANITARY SEX DON’T DO THIS
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part one || part two || part three
“How’d’ya like the show, Tsumu?” Osamu asks.
Your head jerks around to see Atsumu standing across the room, palming his cock through grey sweatpants.
“Oh, it was great,” Atsumu says. “Liked that part at the beginning. Something about taking us both at the same time?”
“U-uncle Tsumu!” You exclaim, still sitting on Osamu’s softening cock.
“What is it, doll? Tell Uncle Tsumu what ya want,” Atsumu says, coming up behind you. His hands run down your sides and back up your shirt, cupping your breasts.
“Want Uncle Tsumu to fuck me,” you breathe, bucking your hips as he pinches your nipples. Osamu hisses from the overstimulation under you.
“Yeah? Ya want this?” Atsumu asks, moving one hand to grab his bulge. You nod.
“Want you to fill me up, too, Uncle Tsumu,” you say, rolling your hips. Osamu’s cock twitches deep inside you, beginning to harden again.
“Want me to cum inside yer ass while Samu fucks yer cute, little cunt? Ya said ya would take both of us, doll,” Atsumu says, twisting your nipple. You moan lightly and grab Atsumu’s forearm.
“Wanna be full,” you moan as Osamu bounces you lightly on his fully hard cock.
“Is daddy not enough for ya, doll?” Atsumu asks, pulling your shirt off and tossing it across the room.
“Tsumu,” Osamu growls, squeezing your hips tighter.
“Daddy fills me up so well,” you say, running your hands down Osamu’s muscular chest. Osamu thrusts into you hard, pulling a broken moan from your lips.
“Stop hoggin’ her,” Atsumu says, pulling you up and off of Osamu’s cock. You let out a gasp at the sudden emptiness. Osamu’s cum pours out of you, running down your thighs and your eyes burn.
“Daddy!” You cry, reaching out for him.
“She’s not a fuckin’ toy, Atsumu,” Osamu sneers. Atsumu rolls his eyes as he carries you to his room.
“Are ya comin’ or not? How are we both supposed to fuck her on the couch?” Atsumu calls.
“Damn it, Atsumu,” Osamu swears, tucking his wet cock into his pants and following.
“Feel empty,” you pout. Atsumu lays you on his plush mattress gently.
“Don’t worry, doll, I’m gonna fill ya up real nice,” Atsumu says. He spreads your legs wide before pushing them up to your chest, revealing your messy cunt. Osamu’s cum oozes out of you, running down to Atsumu’s sheets.
“Daddy,” you whine as Osamu appears next to Atsumu.
“What is it, baby girl? Tell daddy and Uncle Tsumu what you want,” Osamu says. Atsumu catches the cum leaking out of you and slowly pushes it back in. You let out a small moan.
“I think I want her sloppy cunt, ‘Samu,” Atsumu says, sliding two fingers in you.
“Uncle Tsumu,” you moan as he scissors his fingers, needlessly stretching you out.
“Why don’t ya prep her ass, then?” Osamu suggests, pulling his shirt off. “Bet her little hole is so tight. Ya got lube, Tsumu?”
“Middle drawer,” Atsumu says, pointing at his nightstand. “Bet I won’t need it. She’s so fuckin’ wet, she’s makin’ a spot on the sheets.”
Atsumu pulls his fingers out with a lewd, squelching sound and presses one finger against your tight asshole.
“Ts-Tsumu,” you choke as he slowly pushes his pointer finger in. “H-hurts so good.”
“She’s so fuckin’ tight,” Atsumu grunts. “She’s suckin’ my finger in like a slut.”
“Relax, sweetheart,” Osamu says, squeezing your thigh as he hands Atsumu the lube. “Lube. Now.”
“I think she likes the pain,” Atsumu says. “Is that right, doll? You like it when it hurts.”
You nod. The burn only makes everything feel so much more sensitive, and before long you’re fucking yourself on to Atsumu’s finger, begging for more.
“More, want more, Uncle Tsumu,” you whine, grinding your hips down, trying to get more friction. The burning is all but gone and you find yourself missing it.
“Do ya want the lube, baby doll?” Atsumu asks. You shake your head.
“Wanna feel you,” you say.
“Are ya sure, baby? I don’t want you to hurt too bad,” Osamu says.
“Wan’ it to hurt,” you moan. “Feels so good.”
Atsumu breathes deeply before slowly adding another long, thick finger. You let out a high-pitched moan, fisting Atsumu’s white sheets tightly.
“Fuck, she’s so tight,” Atsumu groans. “Almost wanna fuck her just like this.”
You clench around his fingers at the thought of him taking you with barely any prep. Your virgin hole stretching around his cock, with only Osamu’s cum and his own precum as lube. You moan as Atsumu scissors his fingers, stretching you out.
“Ah, she likes that,” Atsumu says. “Ya wanna take my cock just like this? Feel it for days, doll, ya wouldn’t be able t’ sit without feelin’ me.”
“Wanna be full,” you whine. You moan as Atsumu roughly twists his fingers deep inside you.
“Samu, why didn’t ya tell me yer little girl was such a pain slut? Look at her, practically beggin’ me t’ fuck her dry,” Atsumu sneers. He adds a third finger suddenly. The new stretch knocks the breath out of you, your back arches off the bed and you gasp as Atsumu quickly pumps his fingers in and out of you.
“Hurts,” you moan. Your eyes roll back as Atsumu gathers spit in his mouth and spits directly into your hole.
“Aw, the little baby can’t take it, huh?” Atsumu coos, using his spit as lube.
“Do ya need lube, sweetheart?” Osamu asks, staring down at you worriedly.
“She can take it,” Atsumu says, fingers not slowing down. “Look at her, practically fuckin’ herself on my fingers.”
Your hips were meeting his fingers with every thrust. The stretch was burning all the way to your core and your juices were mixing with Atsumu’s spit, lubing his fingers in the process.
“She likes it so much, she’s creamin’ around nothin’,” Atsumu says. “Rub her clit, Samu.”
Osamu rubs his fingers through your wet folds before rubbing figure-8s over your clit.
“Oh!” You gasp, back arching. “More, more, please!”
Atsumu leans down and licks over your hole boldly before adding a fourth finger.
“What a slut, taking four fingers with no lube,” Atsumu sneered. “Bet ya could take my whole fist, isn’t that right, doll?”
“Atsumu,” Osamu warns. “Shut the fuck up before I end this.”
“Daddy, ‘m close,” you whine, walls clenching around nothing. “Wanna cum!”
“Go ahead, baby,” Osamu says. “Cum for daddy and Uncle Tsumu.”
You cum with a loud cry. Neither twin slows down, milking every last second of your orgasm. Your thighs twitch with overstimulation.
“I think she’s ready,” Atsumu says, pulling his fingers out. You whine at the empty feeling.
“Fuck me, please, I want it so bad, daddy, Uncle Tsumu,” you beg.
“You heard the princess,” Atsumu says. “How do ya want to do this?”
“Want daddy to hold me,” you say.
“I’ll be on bottom, then,” Osamu says. He leans against Atsumu’s headboard and pulls you on top of him, legs splayed out over his thighs. “Ya gonna be a good girl and take us both?”
You nod as you lift your hips. Osamu drags his cock along your slit. You moan as his cock catches your hole.
“Fuck me, daddy, please,” you whine, bucking your hips. “Please, I want you in me.”
Osamu lines his cock up with your hole, “Go on, sweetheart, take what you want.” You slowly sink down with a low moan.
“So good,” you breathe. “So deep in me.”
“Ya ready for me, princess?” Atsumu asks. His bare chest is warm against your back and you can feel his cock pressing against your ass.
“Please,” you say, arching your back slightly. “Wreck me, Uncle Tsumu. Make me hurt.”
“Fuck, yer sayin’ just what I want t’ hear, princess,” Atsumu groans. The fat head of his cock presses against the rim of your asshole. “Ya want it t’ hurt, huh? What’s the matter, daddy doesn’t give it to ya hard enough?”
“Yer a dick, Tsumu,” Osamu snaps.
Atsumu ignores Osamu as he pushes the head of his cock past your rim. You gasp and jerk forward unintentionally. Atsumu clamps down on your hips with an iron grip.
“Nah, princess, ya said ya wanted it t’ hurt,” Atsumu says. “I’m only givin’ ya what ya wanted.”
“Atsumu,” Osamu warns. You shake your head as tears burn at your eyes.
“More,” you grunt. “Hurts good.” You were more stretched than you’d ever been and Atsumu was barely in. Any pain you would’ve felt was washed away by the excitement of having both twins seated deep in you. You could already see the way your lower tummy would bulge once they were both balls deep. A shiver of excitement ran up your spine.
“Daddy’s so soft with me,” you say, slightly pushing back on Atsumu’s cock. “Want someone to fuck me until I’m broken.”
“Oh, I’m about to fuck ya until yer dumb, princess,” Atsumu says. You can hear the smirk in his voice.
“Daddy’s gonna remember that, little girl,” Osamu whispers in your ear. Your walls clench around him at the thought of punishment.
“Might wanna hold her still,” Atsumu says, slowly sliding out. His grip on your hips hasn’t loosened and Osamu wraps his arms around you, holding you firmly to his chest. Atsumu leans down and presses a small kiss right below your ear.
“Still want it t’ hurt?” He asks, lips brushing against your earlobe. Before you can say anything, Atsumu’s cock is buried in your ass in one, quick movement. You lurch forward, trying desperately to escape the painful stretch. There’s no relief in the motion since you’re caged in by identical iron grips.
You let out a squeak of pain as tears cascade down your cheeks.
“So pretty when ya cry, princess,” Atsumu says, turning your head to the side. “I thought ya wanted it t’ hurt?”
You swallow a sob before you can reply. “S-so full, Uncle Tsumu. Gonna tear in half.”
“She’s fuckin’ chokin’ my cock,” Osamu moans. “She liked it. Her walls are just milkin’ me.”
“I told ya, ya had a little pain slut on yer hands,” Atsumu says. “She’s clenchin’ me so tight I can’t pull out.”
“Let her adjust a little, Tsumu,” Osamu says, “she’s already cryin’ like a little baby.”
“‘m not!” You protest, burying your face in Osamu’s chest.
“Oh, princess, ya shouldn’t’a said that…” Atsumu says. His hands tighten on your hips. “‘Cause if yer not cryin’, well then, I’m just not goin’ hard enough, am I?”
You hiss when Atsumu pulls out of you slowly.
“No, no, ‘m sorry, Uncle Tsumu!” You cry. “I’m crying!”
Atsumu slams into you with a near thunderous clap . Your back arches as you dig your nails into Osamu’s stomach and you let out a loud yelp.
“Ts-Tsumu!” You cry as he pounds your ass relentlessly. The intense pain brings more tears to your eyes. Atsumu reaches around and roughly grabs one of your bouncing breasts.
“What’s the matter, princess? Too hard for you?” Atsumu grunts, rolling your nipple between his pointer and middle fingers. You moan loudly.
“Hurts!” You exclaim. “So good!” A sob wracks through your body. Atsumu moans as you tighten around him.
“What a pain slut,” Atsumu says. You nod as you cry. Osamu gently thumbed your tears away, pulling you down for a soft kiss.
“Yer such a good girl, takin’ us both,” Osamu whispers.
“Move, daddy, please,” you beg. Atsumu’s hard thrusts were pushing Osamu’s cock deeper in you but you needed more.
Osamu’s hands wrapped around your sides as he lifts you slightly off his cock. You whimper as Atsumu’s cock abuses you at a different angle. Osamu’s slow, deep thrusts were just enough to cancel the persistent pain caused by Atsumu’s hard and fast ones. You threw your head back in ecstasy as the twins fell into a brutal rhythm.
“Daddy,” you moan, hands running up Osamu’s thick chest. Atsumu grunts and twists your nipple. “Tsumu, ‘m so full.”
Your hand drifts down your own abdomen, tracing around the bulge where Osamu was seated deep in you. You moan before letting your fingers drift a little more until they reach your clit.
“Gonna cum,” you whimper as you rub the sensitive nub. Your legs twitch from all the stimulation.
“Go ‘head, baby, cum for daddy,” Osamu says.
Atsumu knocks your hand away, placing his own fingers over your clit, rubbing vicious circles around it. You moan loudly.
“Cum for me , princess,” Atsumu says. “Right. Now.”
You let out a high pitched moan as the coil in your stomach finally snaps. You gush around Osamu’s cock, walls squeezing around him as he moans.
“Fuck, squeezin’ me so tight, yer milkin’ my cock, sweetheart,” Osamu moans. His hips falter as his cock twitches deep inside you.
“Fill me up, daddy, please,” you moan, bouncing on his cock. “Want your cum in me.”
“Yeah? Want me to fill up yer slutty, little cunt?” Osamu asks. You nod. “Come ‘ere, sweetheart.” Osamu pulls you into a breathtaking kiss as he pumps you full of his seed.
“That’s enough o’ that,” Atsumu says. He pulls you up off of Osamu and into his chest. He easily manipulates your body until you’re face down in his mattress and your ass is up in the air. “Gonna fuck ya real well now, princess.”
“Fill me up, please, Uncle Tsumu,” you beg, arching your back. “Cum in me.”
“Fuck,” he swears. “Wanna cum in that sweet cunt o’ yers.”
“Please, please,” you moan as he continues to fuck your ass. “Want you to cum in my cunt.”
Atsumu looks at Osamu with the question written on his face.
“Go ahead, fill ‘er up, Tsumu,” Osamu says.
Atsumu pulls completely out, leaving your knees weak. He wraps one strong arm around you and plunges into your pussy.
“Oh, fuck!” Atsumu swears. “So tight, even after Samu’s filled ya up twice.”
“Fill me up, Uncle Tsumu,” you moan. “Cum in my tight, little pussy, please!”
“Whatever ya want, princess,” Atsumu moans. His hips stutter as you clench around him. “Fuck, gonna fill you up so good. You gonna cum for me again, princess?”
You nod as you reach down to play with your clit. “Want your cum in me, Uncle Tsumu,” you say.
“As soon as you- fuck!- as soon as you cum around my cock,” Atsumu says. “Want you gushing around me, milking my cock, princess.”
“So close, Uncle Tsumu,” you breathe. “Need more.”
Atsumu pulls out, flipping you over, before pounding back into you. He wraps his arms around you, lifting you into his chest. You moan loudly as he hits that spongy, little spot inside you head on.
“Cum on my cock, princess,” he whispers in your ear as you wrap your legs around him. You nod as he fucks you deeper than before.
“Fuck, fuck,” you moan, digging your fingers into his shoulders. You drag your nails down his skin as you cum hard, juices gushing, mixing with Osamu’s cum. “Please, fill me up, Uncle Tsumu! I need it, I need your cum in me!”
“Fuck,” Atsumu grunts as his cock twitches deep inside you. You roll your hips and your walls flutter around him as he paints them white.
“So, full,” you breathe as Atsumu fucks you through his orgasm. Your walls milk him until he hisses from overstimulation.
“Fuck, yer such a good girl, princess,” Atsumu says, laying you down next to Osamu.
You frown as you feel cum leaking down your thighs.
“It’s leaking,” you whine. “Wanna be full.”
Atsumu spreads your legs wide and leans down, licking a broad stripe up your messy slit. You gasp as his tongue pushes his cum back inside of you.
“Just gonna clean ya up, princess,” Atsumu whispers, pushing your legs up to your chest.
You clench around nothing, pushing his and Osamu’s loads out of your cunt. Atsumu licks it up with a low slurping noise.
“Come on, give me more, princess,” he says. He uses his thumb to rub circles over your clit. Your walls spasm from overstimulation.
“Tsumu!” You cry as you cum. Your juices squirt out, drenching his face.
“That’s my princess,” he praises, licking his lips. Atsumu wipes his face off before climbing up his bed to lay on your other side. “Come here, princess.”
You twist out of Osamu’s arms to face Atsumu. He grabs your chin gently and pulls you into a slow, soft kiss.
“I love ya, princess,” Atsumu mumbles, cupping your cheek. Your cheeks burn.
“I love you, too, Uncle Tsumu,” you say. Osamu’s arms tighten around you. “I love you, too, daddy.”
“I love you, sweetheart,” Osamu says. You yawn cutely and snuggle into the soft sheets below you. Atsumu yawns and tosses an arm around your waist.
“Next time, I get her cunt,” Atsumu says, closing his eyes.
“You’ll get what I give you, dumbass,” Osamu says.
“Bastard.”
“Bitch.”
You smile as the sound of the twins arguing fades as you fall asleep.
WARNINGS: slight (consensual!!) somnophilia, cockwarming, public sex, semi-public sex, daddy kink, oral (m+f receiving), Osamu has a dick piercing
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part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || extras || only you, too
You woke up to Osamu crawling into your bed.
“Good morning, princess,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around you.
“Morning,” you mumbled as he kissed your forehead.
“Go back to sleep, baby. I just wanted to hold ya for a lil’ while,” he said. You nodded and closed your eyes again.
Osamu’s cock was pressing against your clothed cunt.
“Samu,” you groaned.
“Just sleep, princess,” he mumbled, pushing down his boxers. He rutted his cock against your pussy. He buried his face in your neck, kissing and sucking along your skin as he rutted against you. You spread your legs slightly, giving him a better angle.
“Good girl,” he breathed. He reached down, rubbing your clit through your thin panties.
“Want more,” you moaned.
“Wanna warm my cock, princess?” Osamu asked.
“Please,” you whimpered as he played with your clit. He pushed your panties to the side and slowly slid inside you. You moaned as he pulled your leg over his hip to push deeper inside of you.
“There we go,” Osamu sighed. You sighed as you closed your eyes and cuddled against his broad chest. “Go back to sleep, baby.”
You yawned and nodded, drifting back to sleep, stretched and full.
The second time you woke up, Osamu was gently rocking into you.
“Samu,” you mumbled as his cock brushed against that spongy spot inside you.
“Shh, shh, baby, let me take care of ya,” he said. He reached down and circled your clit with his fingers. You moaned softly.
“Ya were squeezin’ me so tight in yer sleep, must’ve been havin’ a good dream,” Osamu teased.
You had, in fact, dreamed of something along the lines of this.
“Dreamt about you,” you moaned, moving your hips against his.
“Yeah?” Osamu asked, timing his slow thrusts with yours. “What about me?”
“This,” you said. “‘Cept you kissed me.”
“Like this?” He asked, kissing you softly. You sighed into the kiss.
“Yeah,” you said, breathlessly after he pulled away.
He leaned his forehead against yours, looking at you with soft, grey eyes.
“Gonna fill ya up again, okay?” Osamu asked. You nodded.
You whined as he pinched your clit, driving you closer to your own orgasm.
“Samu,” you moaned. “Gonna cum.”
“Cum with me, baby,” he moaned. You cried out as you creamed around his cock as he painted your insides white.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss.
“Good morning,” you said, pulling away from him.
“Do you want to go to Osaka with me today?” He asked. “I’m opening a new location and need to look at a few different areas.”
“If you make me breakfast,” you said, smiling.
“Deal.” Osamu pecked your lips and slowly pulled out of you before hopping out of your bed.
You sighed happily and laid back in bed for a moment. You listened to Osamu moving around in the kitchen before hopping up and walking into your bathroom.
You quickly showered and brushed your teeth before getting dressed in a short, black skirt and a white Onigiri Miya shirt.
In the kitchen, Osamu had opted to make omurice. He was just plating the second plate when you entered.
“Who said ya could be so cute?” Osamu asked, looking you up and down. You smiled as your cheeks burned.
“Who said you could be so handsome?” You shot back. Even in just a pair of black briefs, Osamu was the most handsome man you’d ever seen.
“Bon appetit,” he said, placing both plates on the table. You smiled as he pulled your chair out for you.
“Thank you,” you said. You ate in relative silence, playing a childish game of footsies under the table.
“Let me go get dressed and we’ll leave,” Osamu said after the two of you finished eating.
“I’ll be here,” you said as he kissed your forehead.
You fiddled with your phone as you waited. You had a few new texts, all from the MSBY boys who had all apparently gotten your number from Osamu the day before.
‘hey it’s uncle tsumu,’ Atsumu texted. You smiled and saved his number under ‘Uncle Tsumu’ before texting back.
‘hi uncle tsumu,’ you responded. You opened and responded to the rest of the boys, saving their numbers and momentarily fangirling over the fact that you now had your favourite volleyball players’ numbers.
“Ready?” Osamu asked, stepping into the kitchen. He was dressed casually, in jeans and an Onigiri Miya shirt that matched your own.
“Nice shirt,” you teased.
“It’s my restaurant,” Osamu said.
You laughed as you followed him out of the door and to the car.
“We have to be back by 7 to pick up yer mom,” Osamu said as he started the car.
You frowned at the mention of her.
“Hey, no pouting,” he said. “I didn’t even sleep with her last night. Like you asked.”
“She’s still your wife, you’re going to have to eventually fuck her again,” you said.
“What do ya want me to do?” Osamu asked. “Leave her?”
You stayed silent.
“Give it some time, it’ll be suspicious if I ask for a divorce right after I met ya,” he said, resting a hand on your thigh.
“How much time?” You asked.
“Let’s say, six months,” he said. “That’s long enough that it doesn’t seem suspicious.”
“You won’t sleep with her?” You asked.
“Promise, princess,” he said.
“What about when I go back to school?” You asked.
“I’ll come visit you,” he said. You nodded, satisfied with his answers.
The ride was long and filled with questions of you and Osamu getting to know each other better.
When you finally arrived in Osaka, Osamu grabbed your hand as you walked towards the subway. You smiled widely and intertwined your fingers with his.
“Don’t wanna lose ya in the crowd,” he teased, pulling you closer to him. You grabbed onto his arm and smiled up at him.
“You’re so tall, I’m pretty sure you could spot me if we got separated,” you said.
“Maybe I just want to hold yer hand,” he said.
“Maybe I want to hold yours,” you said.
He smiled down at you.
It took a few hours to check out three locations for the new Onigiri Miya.
“We still have a few hours before we have to be back,” Osamu said. “Ya wanna go get lunch?”
“Are you asking me on a date, Osamu?” You teased.
“If I am?” He said.
“I’d say yes,” you said.
“Then, I definitely am,” he said, leaning down to press his lips against yours.
You ended up in a small restaurant near the last location you had checked on.
“You come here often?” Osamu joked as you sat at a small table.
“I actually do go to school around here,” you said.
“Really?” Osamu asked. You nodded.
“Kansai University in Suita,” you said.
“Oh, so yer not just good at volleyball, yer smart too?” Osamu asked.
“I am,” you said.
“And humble, wow,” he said. You smiled at him.
“Where did you go to school?” You asked.
“Otemae in Nishinomiya,” Osamu said. “Majored in business.”
“And then you opened Onigiri Miya right after you graduated?” You asked.
“Yep,” he said. The two of you chatted as you ate.
“Ooo, we still have two hours before we have to leave,” Osamu said, glancing at his phone.
“We can just walk around until we find something,” you said. “Who knows, we might find somewhere to put Onigiri Miya.”
Osamu nodded as he paid for your food.
You grabbed his hand as you stepped out onto the street and immediately pulled him down a street of cute, little shops. You wandered into shop after shop, dragging Osamu behind you as you tried on clothes.
“That’s cute,” Osamu said as you twirled around in a sundress covered in sunflowers.
“You think?” You asked. “Not too short?”
“Oh, definitely,” Osamu said, running his hand up your bare thigh. “I can already see the cute little panties you wore today.”
“Samu!” You exclaimed as he popped the elastic of your panties.
“Come on, try something else on,” he said, pushing you back into the dressing room. He closed the door behind him and pushed you against the wall before kneeling in front of you
“Samu,” you whispered as he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder.
“Cute, little cunt,” he said, shamelessly licking over your already wet panties. “Wanted to taste ya since I first saw ya.”
“Samu!” You hissed as he pulled your panties to the side and licked deep into your core.
“Taste so good, baby,” he moaned. You bit back a moan of your own as his plush lips wrapped around your clit.
“Samu,” you moaned softly. You heard a knock at the door.
“Is everything alright in there, Miss?” An employee called.
Osamu sucked harshly at your clit as you tried to respond.
“Ev-everything is fine!” You called back. “Just a little trouble with a zipper.”
“Okay, let me know if you would like any help,” she said.
“Thank you,” you responded.
“Cum for me, princess,” Osamu whispered, inserting two fingers in your sopping cunt. He curled them just right, pressing against that spot inside of you.
“Fuck, Samu,” you moaned. “Gonna cum.”
“Come on, let me taste ya for real,” he said.
You leaned against the wall and tangled your fingers in Osamu’s hair, shoving his face deeper in your pussy as you gushed all over his face.
Osamu pulled back as you breathed heavily. His face glistened with your juices as he smiled widely up at you.
“Fuck you,” you gasped out.
“That’ll have to come later, baby,” he said, standing up. “I’m buying you that dress.”
“Okay,” you said, not having the energy to argue. You slowly redressed in your original clothes and followed Osamu out of the dressing room with the sundress in hand.
The employee pursed her lips as she noticed there were no zippers to be found.
You smiled at her apologetically and left quickly after Osamu paid.
“Wanna suck my dick in a public restroom?” Osamu asked, only half-joking.
“Thought you’d never ask,” you said, smiling as you pushed him into the bathroom only a few doors down from the shop you’d just been in.
You locked the door behind you and fell to your knees in front of Osamu. His cock was straining against his jeans, begging to be let out.
You quickly undid his jeans, pushing them down. His cock bobbed heavily as you pulled his briefs down.
“Fuck,” you mumbled, wrapping your hands around his length. The girth was so great your fingers couldn’t wrap all the way around it. You placed a kitten lick on the pierced tip, slurping up the leaking precum.
“Go ‘head, princess,” Osamu said, grabbing your hair.
“It’s so big,” you said, marvelling at his size. “Is the piercing sensitive?”
“Why don’t ya find out, baby?” Osamu asked. You nodded and took just the tip in your mouth. You gently tongued at the apadravya as Osamu moaned above you.
“Fuck,” he hissed, struggling not to just force his cock down your throat and you sucked the tip. “Can ya take more, princess?”
You hummed and slowly took a few extra inches into your mouth. Your lips were stretched around his cock as you struggled to take more down your throat. You wrapped a hand around the remaining inches and pumped him slowly as you bobbed your head up and down his length.
“Fuck, so good for me,” Osamu moaned. “Made to take my cock, huh? My lil’ cock sleeve.”
You moaned as he pulled you back by your hair. His cock fell from your mouth along with a whine.
“‘m sorry, baby, just need t’ be in ya,” Osamu said. “Promise I’ll let ya suck my cock later.”
Osamu shoved your skirt up and pulled your soaked panties to the side before plunging two fingers in your cunt.
“So wet and ready for me,” Osamu said, curling his fingers inside of you. He pulled his fingers out and sucked them into his mouth, licking them clean. Osamu pushed you against the sink, lifting you up and sitting you on the cool porcelain.
“In me,” you moaned as Osamu’s cock teased your wet folds. “Samu, please.”
“I know ya need me, princess,” Osamu said. “Need me fillin’ up yer sweet, lil’ cunt.”
“Need it,” you whined. He slowly pressed his cock into you, stretching your walls. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan.
“Samu,” you moaned, softly. He nodded as he gently rutted into your tight cunt.
“S’good ‘n tight around me, princess,” Osamu moaned. He reached down and his fingers circled your clit. “Not gonna last long, baby.”
“Make me cum, please, daddy,” you begged.
“What was that, princess?” Osamu asked, moving his fingers faster over your clit. His hips snapped against yours roughly.
“Wanna cum on your cock, daddy,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you.
Osamu groaned as his hips moved faster. “Say that again, princess.”
“Daddy,” you moaned lightly in his ear. Osamu moaned as your walls clenched around him.
“Gonna make you cum on daddy’s cock, princess,” Osamu said. His forehead leaned against yours as he thrusted into you harder. Your walls fluttered as your stomach tightened.
“Daddy, gonna cum,” you gasped. Osamu teased your clit with long fingers.
“Cum around daddy’s cock, baby,” he cooed. You bit his shoulder to muffle your cry as you came. His cock twitched deep inside you and Osamu filled you up.
“Fuck,” Osamu groaned as he came. The two of you panted for a moment, trying to catch your breath.
“Oh,” you breathed as Osamu slowly pulled out of you. He pulled your underwear back over your pussy and helped you stand and straighten out your skirt.
“We’re insatiable,” you said, smiling widely. “Like a bunch of horny teenagers.”
“If you give me a few minutes, we can go again,” Osamu said, fixing his hair in the mirror.
“Well, if we leave now, we can probably fuck in the car on the way back,” you said.
“After you, princess,” Osamu said, holding the door open.
“How was Osaka?” Your mom asked as the three of you sat around the table.
“Fine,” Osamu said. “None of the locations were right, though.”
“We did go to this cute, little restaurant, though,” you said, taking a bite of rice. “And there was this nice boutique we went to.”
“You get anything?” Your mom asked.
“Just a sundress,” you said. “Might wear it to the game tomorrow.”
Osamu coughed and banged on the table as he choked. You patted his back as your mom handed him a glass of water.
“Okay?” You asked as he stopped coughing.
“Fine, fine,” Osamu said, taking a sip of water. “Wrong pipe.”
“You should try on the dress, let me see it,” your mom said, leaning back in her chair as Osamu calmed down.
You bit back a smirk as you nodded. “Of course, Mom. Give me one second.”
You padded down the hallway to your room and quickly changed into the dress.
You twirled around in your dress as you stood in front of your mom and Osamu.
Osamu narrowed his eyes at you as you faced them.
“It’s-It’s a little short, no?” Your mom asked.
“I think it’s cute,” you said, smiling.
“It is a lil’ short,” Osamu said, casually. You glared at him. “Maybe ya should wear something else to the game?”
“Wouldn’t want to distract the players,” your mom said. “Or let someone get too handsy with you.”
“They’re professional athletes, they won’t be distracted,” you said, waving their comments away. “And I’ll be with Osamu, so I’m sure no one would try anything.”
“Wear what ya want,” Osamu said, going back to his dinner.
You rolled your eyes as you sat down at the table. “Was planning on it.”
“Hey, I don’t want you two to argue over this,” your mom said. “You’ve been getting along so well.”
“I’m going to go get ready for bed,” Osamu said. He stood up abruptly, shaking the table.
“Osamu,” your mom called as he walked down the hallway. “What has gotten into him?”
“He’s a man,” you said. “He’s just pissed I wouldn’t listen to him.”
“He probably just wants you to be safe,” your mom said.
“I’m going to change,” you mumbled, standing up. You were walking down the hallway when Osamu pulled you into the bathroom suddenly.
“What the fuck?” You asked as he pushed you against the door. “Mom’s right in the kitchen.”
The shower was running and steam was filling the bathroom quickly.
“It’s that fuckin’ dress,” Osamu said, grinding against you. The towel wrapped low on his hips threatened to fall to the floor. “Jus’ wanna rip it off ya.”
“You’ll have to wait until tomorrow,” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist.
“Ya better not leave my side,” he said, kissing your lips.
“Promise,” you mumbled against his plush lips. “Now let me go before my mom catches us in a precarious situation.”
“Get outta here,” Osamu said, opening the door. He smacked your ass as you crossed the hallway into your room.
You changed into a t-shirt and shorts before going to the living room where your mom was watching TV.
“So,” your mom said, looking over at you, “I noticed you had a few… bruises on your neck.”
Your eyes widened as you pulled your phone out and used the camera to look at your neck. It looked like you’d been in a fight.
“I can explain, Mom,” you started.
“So which one is it? I figure it’s one of Osamu’s friends you met yesterday at the restaurant?” She said.
“Uh, yes! Exactly!” You exclaimed. “I actually didn’t work at the restaurant all day.”
“So which one?” Your mom asked excitedly. “Is it Hinata? He’s so cute, I just want to eat him up! Ooo, maybe Sakusa? He’s so dark and mysterious.”
“It’s, um, well,” you stuttered. Osamu chose that moment to enter the room, wearing just a pair of basketball shorts.
“What are we talking about?” He asked, sitting next to your mom. You tried not to frown as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side.
“Just which one of your friends Y/n here was with yesterday,” your mom said, leaning into Osamu’s touch.
“Yesterday?” Osamu asked.
“Oh, you don’t have to keep covering for her,” she said. “Look at her neck! You’re the only one she’s been with, so surely you didn’t give her those.”
“Ah, her neck,” Osamu said. He mouthed an apology as your mom turned back towards you.
“So which one was it?” She asked.
“Um, Bokuto,” you said quickly.
“Bokuto?” She questioned. She looked back at Osamu. “Isn’t he older than you? Sweetie, isn’t he a little too old for you?”
“Surely you don’t have a problem with age gaps,” you said, looking at Osamu pointedly. “Bo’s twenty-six. That’s only five years.”
“You should bring him to dinner before you leave,” your mom said. “Wouldn’t that be nice?”
“Mom, we’re not really, like, a thing,” you said. “It’s really just a casual thing.”
“Nonsense! Invite him over,” she exclaimed.
“I’ll, um, see if he’s free tomorrow at the game,” you said.
“Oh, I wish I could go now!” She said. “I should’ve taken off work.”
“It’s too bad,” you said.
“I’m glad you and Osamu are bonding, though,” she said. “Maybe you’ll come visit more often.”
“Maybe,” you said, noncommittally.
“Well, I’m going to bed,” Osamu said with a yawn. “You two have fun talking boys.”
“I’m actually going to head to bed, too,” you said. “Guess all that travelling today wore me out.”
part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v | part vi || extras || only you, too
“She’s going to be here soon,” you yawned as Osamu reached around you to press his fingers against your clit.
“It’s only six,” Osamu mumbled against the back of your neck. You moaned softly as he slowly slid into you from behind. Osamu grunted as he bottomed out.
“Osamu,” you moaned. His arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly against him. His thrusts were slow and deep and his fingers never stuttered as they rubbed over your clit.
“Feel good, baby?” Osamu asked. You nodded and turned your head, puckering your lips for Osamu to kiss you. He eagerly complied, slotting his lips against yours immediately.
He swallowed your moans as your stomach tightened and your thighs shook.
“Fill me up?” You asked softly, lips brushing against his.
“Gonna cum already?” He asked.
“Can’t help it,” you said. “You feel so good inside me.” You moaned loudly as he rolled his hips.
“Gonna make ya gush around my cock,” he said. You nodded as his fingers rubbed your clit faster.
“Samu,” you moaned. He lifted your leg to get a better angle.
“Gonna fill ya up, sweet girl,” he said. “Make ya a mommy, yeah?”
You nodded again, unable to speak as his cock repeatedly slammed against your cervix. The metal barbell that decorated the head of his cock dragged against your gummy walls deliciously.
“You-you ever thought of more piercings?” You asked as he kissed your neck and groped your breasts.
“Mmm, why?” Osamu asked. His hips slapped against your ass with a particularly strong thrust.
“Jus’ think a jacob’s ladder would be interesting,” you said, thinking of the way the row of piercings would constantly be dragging against that spongy spot inside you.
“Takes too long to heal,” Osamu said. “Can’t be away from this tight cunt that long.”
Osamu grunted as your walls clamped around him. You let out a high pitched moan.
“Samu, Samu! Gonna cum,” you moaned. Your walls fluttered as Osamu thrusted harder.
“Hold on, princess,” he said, gritting his teeth. “Cum with me.”
“Can’t wait,” you whined, pressing your ass against him to feel him deeper.
“Jus’-jus’ a lil more,” he said. Your eyes burned with tears as you struggled not to cum.
“Samu,” you whined, dragging his name out.
“Fuck, now, cum now, princess,” he swore. You cried out as his teeth sank into the soft flesh of your shoulder. His cock twitched as your walls clenched around him.
Your juices gushed around his cock as your walls fluttered, pulling more and more cum from him.
“Gonna milk me dry,” he moaned. His tongue ran over the tender bite mark he left.
You relaxed into his hold as your orgasms finally ended. You could feel his cock twitching, trying vainly to stay hard in your warm, wet cunt.
“Whatta ‘bout you?” Osamu asked.
“What?” You asked, resting your hand on top of his. You slotted your fingers between his.
“Ever thought about getting any piercings?” He asked.
“Why, you have any suggestions?”
“Well, these cute, lil nipples are just begging for attention,” he said, playfully pinching your nipple.
“Maybe,” you said, smiling as his free hand rubbed up and down your stomach.
“Wasn’t kiddin’ when I said I’d make ya a mommy,” he said. “Wanna see you big and round with my babies.”
“One day,” you said, cuddling into him.
“Wanna start trying in the shower?” He asked.
You laughed. “I think we’ve been trying all week.”
“Okay, wanna try, again, in the shower?”
“Samu, she really will be here soon this time,” you said as Osamu wrapped his arms around you from behind.
“I can’t just hug my love?” He asked, resting his chin on your shoulder as you washed dishes.
“That would be so much sweeter if I couldn’t feel your erection digging into my back,” you said. You flicked water from your fingertips into his face.
“I can’t help it,” he whined. “Ya look hot when yer being all domestic.”
“That’s your misogyny kicking in,” you teased, rinsing the last of the dishes.
“So what if I think ya would make my perfect housewife? Isn’t a man entitled to his thoughts?” Osamu asked.
“Nope,” you popped. You smiled widely and twisted around to face him. You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I’d be your little housewife. But only for you. Don’t let my friends know, I’m supposed to be a big, bad feminist.”
“You can be a big, bad feminist and a housewife,” Osamu said. “‘S’long as ya chose to be one.”
“Oh-ho, when did you get so knowledgeable?” You joked.
“I was in an all-girl feminists club in college,” he said, cockily.
“Mhm, how many of them did you sleep with?” You asked.
“None!” Osamu exclaimed. You just looked at him. “They were all lesbians.”
“Sounds like a club I’m interested in,” you said.
Osamu smiled. “Oh?”
“Wait, baby!” Osamu whined. You laughed as he pouted.
“I’m joking, joking!” You laughed. “Partially.”
“Oh? Really now?” Osamu asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
“If you make even one threesome joke, I will leave you for Atsumu,” you said.
“I would never joke about a threesome,” Osamu said. “I’d be completely serious.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Calling Atsumu as we speak,” you said, pulling your phone out of your pocket. You held the phone up to your ear. “Hello, the hotter Miya twin?”
“Ouch,” Osamu winced. “Ya really got me where it hurts.”
You pocketed your phone and cupped Osamu’s face with your hands.
“I love you,” you said, smiling.
“I love ya more,” he said. He leaned down, pecking your lips. You giggled as he peppered your face with kisses.
“I love ya, I love ya, I love ya,” he said in between kisses. “I love ya.” He kissed you deeply.
“Cute.”
The two of you jumped apart as your mom’s voice cut through the kitchen.
“You’re home!” You exclaimed.
“We all need to talk,” she said, placing a stack of papers on the table and sitting down.
You and Osamu sat across from her.
“Divorce papers,” she said, sliding them across the table to Osamu.
“That was quick,” Osamu said, reading over the first page. “No fault?”
“I figured that was the quickest and easiest route,” she said.
You nodded as you read the papers over Osamu’s shoulder.
“We each get to keep what we came with,” she said. “I get the house, you get the restaurant. I’m willing to buy out your half of the car.”
“That sounds fair,” Osamu said. He flipped through the pages, reading each one carefully.
“More than,” your mom said.
“What about me?” You asked. The entire time she’d been here, your mom hadn’t once even glanced your way.
“Frankly, I have nothing to say to you,” she said, finally looking at you. “In my eyes, you’re nothing but the other woman.”
A pang of hurt shot through your heart. You’d known you’d hurt her, you just hadn’t expected her to write you off completely.
“He’ll get tired of you, too, sooner or later,” she said, sourly. “You’ll be ready to grovel at my feet for forgiveness once he gets rid of you.”
Tears pricked at your eyes. You glanced at Osamu, who was gripping a pen tightly.
“You have no right to say that to her,” Osamu said. “I didn’t get tired of you. If anything, you got tired of me. Always flirting with other men, going home with them, pretending like I didn’t know.”
Your mom gaped at him, speechless. “I-I…”
“Yeah, I knew about the other men. I know you tried Atsumu and the rest of his team,” Osamu said. “And I know that this is what you did in your first marriage. So don’t talk about Y/n being the other woman.”
“You cheated on Dad?” You asked, tearfully.
“She did, with me,” Osamu said. You looked at him. “I didn’t know she was married when we met, much less that her husband was dying.”
“Don’t turn this on me,” your mom said. “This is about your infidelity!”
“This is all around fucked up,” you said, wiping a stray tear away. “Just sign the papers and let’s go.”
You stood up abruptly, storming to your room where your bags were already packed, along with a few of Osamu’s bags.
You sat on your bed, head in your hands. You’d known she’d been a bad wife, but you’d never thought she’d cheated, much less while your own father had been on his deathbed.
“Baby?”
You looked up at Osamu in the doorway.
“Are you ready?” He asked. You nodded. You slung your backpack on your back and pulled your suitcase behind you.
“I just want to leave this house,” you mumbled. Osamu kissed your forehead as he grabbed his own bags.
“Let’s go,” he said. You followed him down the hallway.
You didn’t say anything to your mom as you slipped on your shoes at the front door.
“I’ll be back for the rest of my things later this week,” Osamu said.
“My apartment should be ready tomorrow,” Osamu said as you dropped your bags in the hotel room.
“The one in Osaka?” You asked. “Near my school?”
“The very one,” he said, wrapping his arms around you. “Now, tell me how ya actually feel, baby.”
You broke down. You buried your face in his chest and sobbed. Osamu rubbed your back as you cried.
“I can’t believe she cheated on my dad,” you cried. “She was- she was the love of his life!”
“I know, baby, I know,” he said, resting his chin on the top of your head. “Let it out.”
“He was on his deathbed, and she was out with some kid,” you sobbed. “He loved her so much and she just doesn’t deserve it! I wish she’d died instead!”
“I’m glad she didn’t,” Osamu said. “Never would’ve gotten to meet ya if she had.”
You nodded. “That’s probably the only good thing she’s ever done for me. Bring me to you.”
“I love ya,” Osamu said. “No matter how it happened, I’m here and I love ya so I can’t be too mad.”
“I love you, too, Samu,” you said.
“Are ya finished crying?” He asked, wiping away your tears. You nodded as he cupped your face. “Good, yer too pretty to cry. Now, I paid extra for a room with a jacuzzi, just for ya.”
“Just for me?” You asked. He nodded. “So you won’t be joining me?”
“Okay, maybe it’s for both of us,” Osamu said, smiling down at you.
“Good,” you said, resting your head against his chest. He hugged you tightly, kissing your forehead.
“Let me start the jacuzzi, yeah?” Osamu said, pulling away from you.
“Hurry up,” you said as he walked towards the bathroom. He turned and smiled at you.
“Almost sounds like yer gonna miss me,” he said.
“I’ll miss you terribly,” you said, dramatically clutching your heart. “Be careful with my heart, you’ve taken it with you.”
“As long as you’re careful with mine,” he said. You smiled as he disappeared into the bathroom and fell back onto the large bed.
Your phone rang from your pocket. You pulled it out and saw that Atsumu was video calling you.
You smiled widely as you answered.
“Uncle Tsumu!” You exclaimed as Atsumu came into focus. “What’s up?”
“The boys and I are on our way to the Olympics!” Atsumu exclaimed. You heard Bokuto and Hinata whoop in the background.
“That’s great!” You said. “Wait, does that mean you’re with the Ushijima Wakatoshi?”
“He’s sitting right across from me,” Atsumu said, turning the phone so that Ushijima was on the screen.
“Introduce me!” You screeched, sitting up excitedly. “Please, please, please!”
“What do I get in return?” Atsumu asked.
“I’ll convince Samu to let you join again,” you said quickly. Osamu poked his head out of the bathroom.
“Who’s joining what?” He asked.
“Atsumu if he introduces me to Ushiwaka,” you said.
“Ushijima-san, can you come here?” Atsumu asked, looking offscreen.
“The jacuzzi is ready, by the way,” Osamu said. You glanced at him.
“Just a minute,” you said.
“This is L/n Y/n, the number two setter in the nation right now,” Atsumu said.
You smiled and waved at the camera.
“I’ve heard of you,” Ushijima said. “You play very well. I can see why you are so highly ranked.”
“Oh, thank you!” You said, beaming. “I just wanted you to know I’m a big fan. You’re basically the reason I kept playing volleyball in high school.”
“Thank you,” he said. “Continue to play well.”
Ushijima disappeared offscreen.
“You’re the best uncle ever,” you said as Atsumu appeared back on screen.
“Of course, anything for my favourite niece,” he said.
“Baby, that water’s going to get cold,” Osamu said.
“I have to go, I’ll talk to you later,” you said. “Good luck at the Olympics!”
“Bye, doll,” Atsumu said. You ended the call and tossed your phone on the bed.
“I’m coming, baby,” you called, stripping from your clothes as you walked towards the bathroom. Osamu was slowly sinking into the steaming water. You climbed over the side and made yourself comfortable in Osamu’s arms.
“What’s this about Atsumu joining us again?” Osamu asked, wrapping his arms around you.
“He introduced me to the Ushijima Wakatoshi,” you said. “He deserves it.”
“I introduced you to four professional volleyball players,” Osamu complained.
“Have I not more than paid you back for that?” You asked. “I mean, I’ve barely spent more than an hour away from your cock this week.”
“Still not enough,” Osamu said, leaning down to kiss your neck. His hands drifted to your waist, holding you as his hips ground up. You moaned as his cock slid through your folds.
“Samu, wanna feel you,” you said, grabbing onto his arms. You bit your lip as he grabbed his cock, lining it up with your entrance.
“Whatever you want, baby,” he said, slowly pulling you down on his cock. You moaned softly as your walls molded around him. He pulled you back against his chest and held you closely.
“Love you,” you said, relaxing into his hold.
“I love ya more,” Osamu said, coiling his arms around your waist.
You leaned your head against his chest, closing your eyes as Osamu gently bounced you on his cock.
“Doin’ so good,” Osamu said. He moaned lightly in your ear. “Yer lil pussy is clenchin’ me so tight.” You reached down to rub your clit in slow circles. Osamu pulled you flush against his chest, rutting his hips up, forcing his cock deeper.
“Oh, Samu,” you moaned as your thighs trembled. You rubbed your clit faster, matching the pace of Osamu’s thrusts. “‘m gonna-“
“I know, baby, g’head and cum around my cock,” Osamu said. “Feel ya flutterin’ and clenchin’ ‘round me. Cum on my cock, sweet girl.”
You threw your head back as you gushed around Osamu’s cock. Your fingers slowly came to a stop, unable to move anymore. He knocked your useless fingers out of the way and placed his own fingers on your clit. You squealed as his fingers moved wildly over your clit.
“Samu!” You yelped, grabbing his forearm. He leaned down and kissed your neck sweetly.
“Ya got more in ya, sweet girl,” he murmured against your skin. “Gonna make ya squirt on my cock.”
You moaned as he lightly pinched your clit. Osamu smiled against your skin as your back arched against him.
“Gonna cum again,” you moaned, fingernails biting into Osamu’s forearm.
“Good girl,” Osamu said, kissing your neck. You cried out as Osamu’s fingers sped up.
“Samu, Samu, Samu!” You cried. Your eyes burned with tears as your walls clamped around him and you came for the second time.
“Still didn’t squirt around my cock,” Osamu said, disapprovingly. You frowned as he pulled his hand away from your clit.
“No, no, no-“
“Come on, baby,” Osamu said, lifting you up. You whimpered as his cock slid out of you. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make you cum again.”
He carried you into the bedroom and tossed you on the bed. Water droplets dripped onto the blanket below you.
You whined and reached towards Osamu. He looked at you from where he was kneeling on the foot of the bed. He seemed downright predatory as he eyed your wet, naked body. His grey eyes darkened as you spread your legs.
“Samu,” you whimpered, rubbing your swollen, sensitive clit. You whined. Your fingers weren’t enough. Weren’t big and calloused and long like Osamu’s. “Samu, I need you. Please.”
“Can’t make yerself cum, baby?” He asked, crawling towards you. “Need me to do it for ya?”
“Yes!” You cried. Your fingers moved faster as Osamu pressed his lips against the inside of your ankle.
“Maybe try fingering yerself,” Osamu said. He kissed up your leg slowly, lips never leaving your skin.
You desperately shoved three fingers in your wet heat. It still wasn’t enough. You needed Osamu. His fingers, his tongue, his cock.
You pumped your fingers in and out of yourself, crying in frustration. You just couldn’t reach that spot in you. Even when your fingertips did brush against it, they just didn’t feel right. You’d become accustomed to rough, calloused fingers and cool, smooth metal.
You whined in frustration as your thighs shook. Osamu’s lips were pressed to the bend of your knee.
“Samu,” you whined.
“What is it, sweet girl? What’s the matter?” He asked, softly.
“‘S’not enough,” you said, frustrated. “Need you, now.”
“Keep tryin’, baby,” he mumbled, kissing the inside of your thigh. He was so close to where you needed him, you could feel his body heat on your sensitive skin.
He pressed a kiss to your pubic area, and you nearly sobbed in relief.
“Samu,” you said, reaching down to touch his hair when he moved and pressed his lips to your other ankle. You couldn’t help it. You burst into tears.
“Baby, don’t cry,” Samu said, immediately abandoning your leg to cup your face in his hands.
“I-I-I need you!” You sobbed. “Need you in me, Samu, please!”
“I’m sorry, baby, let me make ya feel better, okay?” He asked. You nodded. “Now, don’t cry, my sweet girl. Okay? Let daddy take care of ya.”
Osamu lined his cock up with your entrance. He braced his arms on either side of your head and in one, swift motion, his cock hit your cervix.
You moaned loudly, wrapping your arms and legs around him. Your eyes rolled back as he pounded into you, his hips slapping against yours almost painfully.
“Feel better, my sweet girl?” Osamu grunted. You nodded, unable to find the right words. “Ya were made for my cock, takin’ it so well. When yer my lil housewife, ya’ll be takin’ like this whenever I want, isn’t that right, princess?”
“Yes, daddy,” you moaned, digging your nails into his back. His muscles flexed under your touch. “Gonna take your cock whenever you want. Always want your cock in me.”
“Gonna be my sweet, lil housewife?” Osamu asked. You nodded. “Move in with me.”
“Samu,” you gasped. He threw one of your legs over his shoulder, thrusting into you even deeper.
“Tell me ya will,” he said. He bit his bottom lip as your walls clenched around him. “Can’t- can’t live without ya.”
“Yes, yes!” You exclaimed as he reached between your bodies and rubbed over your clit with two skillful fingers. Your back arched as he pushed your other leg up, knee knocking against your chest.
“Fuck, I love ya,” he moaned, rubbing your clit furiously.
“L-love you,” you stuttered as your stomach tightened. “Gonna, gonna cum!”
Osamu’s hips sped up.
“Come on, squirt all over my cock, sweet girl,” Osamu said. “And I’ll fill ya up, just how ya like.”
You pulled him down, kissing him roughly. Your teeth clicked together painfully, but Osamu’s tongue pressed against yours made it easy to ignore the pain.
Your walls fluttered around him and he groaned into your mouth.
“Fuck,” you hissed as Osamu pulled away.
“Come on,” Osamu said, gritting his teeth as he pushed your legs against your chest. He slapped your clit.
“Samu!” You moaned. His eyes lit up as he slapped your clit again.
“Squirt. On. My. Cock.” Each word was accented with a brutal slap against your clit that had you screaming. Your thighs shook as your back arched. Your hands balled into fists in the wet blanket below you as your orgasm exploded out of you.
“Fuck, Samu!” You shouted, throwing your head back. Osamu moaned as your juices covered his stomach, dripping down to his heavy balls. His balls slapped wetly against your skin as he chased his own orgasm.
“Gonna fill ya up,” he groaned. It took all of your energy to stay conscious as he rutted into you.
Osamu moaned loudly and buried his cock deep as it twitched and spurted out his cum.
“Fuck,” he breathed, collapsing next to you. He cuddled into your side, nuzzling your neck as he wrapped his arms around you.
You smiled weakly as cum leaked out of you and down onto the blanket.
“I love ya,” Osamu murmured, pressing his lips against your neck.
“I love you,” you said. You twisted around to face him. “You really want me to live with you?”
“Of course,” Osamu said. “Can’t imagine it any other way.” He pecked your lips and pulled you closer. “I wanna wake up next to ya every mornin’ and fall asleep next to ya every night.”
Tears burned at your eyes. You rubbed them furiously, trying not to cry.
“Aw, baby, why are ya cryin’?” He asked, smiling at you. He wiped away your tears with his thumbs.
“I just- I really, really love you,” you said, sniffling. Osamu smiled and pulled you into his chest, kissing your head.
“I really, really love ya, too, baby.”
“I just think the bed should go a little more to the right,” you said, watching as Osamu and his friend, Suna, moved the heavy frame. “Hmm, does that seem centered to you?”
“It fucking better be,” Suna said, standing next to you. “Actually, a little to the right.”
“Fuck ya,” Osamu said, pushing the frame. You bit your lip as his arms flexed.
“Stop being horny,” Suna said, pushing you gently.
“I’m not!” You denied, smiling. “I’m just appreciating the view.”
“I’m not moving this damn thing another inch, I don’t care if it’s centered or not,” Osamu said, standing up. He pushed his shirt up as he placed his hand on his side.
“It’s good, baby,” you said. Osamu wrapped his arm around your waist.
“Let’s take a break,” Osamu said. Suna whipped out his phone.
“Let me show you all the embarrassing photos I have of Osamu and Atsumu,” he said with a grin.
“Ooo, yes, please,” you said. You leaned over to look at his phone.
“Baby, no,” Osamu groaned, grabbing your hand and tugging you away. “Don’t look at those. Why do ya even still have those?”
“Because I like to show Atsumu’s fans him getting his ass kicked,” Suna said, following the two of you to the living room.
“He did get his ass kicked a lot, didn’t he?” Osamu said, smiling.
“So you won?” You asked, sitting on the couch.
Osamu scoffed as he sat next to you. “Of course I did.”
“Atsumu is a pussy,” Suna said, handing you his phone. You giggled as you watched high school Osamu and Atsumu roll around on the gym floor.
“Can you send me that?” You asked. “I need it for when Atsumu gets on my nerves.”
“Give me your number,” Suna said. You typed in your number, saving it under your name.
“Come here,” you said, pulling Suna closer to you. “Smile.” You snapped a selfie and saved it as your contact photo.
“Come on, let’s finish the bedroom before ya two bond anymore,” Osamu said, standing up. He stretched his arms out, shirt riding up and showing just a sliver of his tanned stomach. You licked your lips.
“Shouldn’t you be happy that your girlfriend and best friend are getting along?” You asked, standing up.
“Yeah, we could hate each other,” Suna said.
“I knew ya two would get along,” Osamu said. “I almost didn’t want to introduce ya because of it.”
“What? Scared we might replace you?” You teased.
“Yeah, yeah, let’s just finish the bedroom.”
“All that’s left is the bookshelf and the bedside tables,” Suna said.
“The bookshelf is oak, so it’s pretty heavy,” you said. “I want it facing the bed.”
“Come on,” Osamu said, bracing himself on one side of the large bookshelf. Suna grabbed the other side and grunted as they lifted it.
“Careful,” you said, following them to the bedroom.
They carefully sat it down in front of the bed and pushed it back and forth until it was centered.
“There,” Osamu said, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. “Now you can start unpacking your books while we get the bedside tables in here.”
You nodded as he leaned down to kiss you.
“Ew,” Suna said, wrinkling his nose.
“You wanna kiss, Sunarin?” Osamu asked, puckering his lips. You giggled.
“Shut up and let’s get these bedside tables in here so I can leave you two to your domesticity,” Suna said.
“Can you help me move the books in here first?” You asked. “It’s the three boxes by the front door.
Suna and Osamu nodded.
“Thank you,” you said.
Suna and Osamu lifted the boxes with a huff as you pushed yours across the hardwood floor.
“Work smarter, not harder,” you said, smirking as they struggled to carry the boxes.
“Why do you read so much?” Suna asked, carefully dropping the box in front of the bookshelf.
“Yeah, why can’t ya read on yer phone like everyone else?” Osamu asked, dropping his box next to Suna’s. You pushed yours across the bedroom and shrugged.
“I like real books,” you said, opening the first box. You grabbed an armful of books and carefully arranged them on the bookshelf.
“Don’t tell me you’re one of those people,” Suna groaned.
Your face burned. “I like to have a system,” you said, defensively.
“I think it’s cute, baby,” Osamu said. “Do ya want me to help?”
“Thanks, but I’ll do it myself, you two finish up the bedroom,” you said. Osamu nodded and gestured for Suna to follow him into the living room.
You quickly organised the bookshelf, adding in Osamu’s few books alongside your own as you went.
“I think we’re done,” Osamu said as you stood up, stretching out. You looked around the finished bedroom. “All that’s left is unpacking our clothes and whatever.”
“We can do that tomorrow,” you said, standing in between Osamu and Suna. Osamu wrapped his arm around your waist.
“We’ll have it really looking like home tomorrow,” Osamu said.
“I’m excited,” you said, smiling widely. “It’s our first night in our apartment.”
“We’ll have to break it in,” Osamu said, winking at you.
Suna gagged. “I’m taking that as my cue to leave. Call me if you need my help tomorrow, I’ll be in town for the next week.”
“Thanks for your help, Suna,” you said as the three of you walked to the front door.
“It’s no problem,” he said.
“I’ll make dinner one night this week, you should come by,” Osamu said. “Just as a thank you.”
“Let me know when and I’ll be here,” Suna said. He slipped his shoes on before saying goodbye.
“Bye!” You called after him. You shut the door behind you and immediately, Osamu was pulling you into him, kissing you and running his hands down your sides and up your shirt.
“Wanted to do this all day,” he mumbled, not pulling away from you for even a second.
“S-Samu, we should shower first,” you said as he kissed down your neck. “We’re all dirty and sweaty from moving.”
“Who cares?” He asked, pushing you against the door. “Jus’ gonna make ya dirtier and sweatier.”
“Sa- ohh.” You moaned as he bit and sucked at a spot on your neck. “Samu.”
“Come on, I wanna break in that new bed we got,” he said. You wrapped your arms and legs around him as he lifted you.
“Careful,” you mumbled, licking and sucking on his neck.
“Need ya,” he groaned, dropping you on the unmade bed. You pulled him down on top of you as you leaned back.
“Samu,” you moaned against his lips.
“Jus’-Jus’ let me take care o’ ya,” he breathed, pulling away and taking your shirt with him. You bit your lip as he took off his own shirt, revealing his lightly toned stomach and the faint happy trail that disappeared into his shorts.
“You’re so…” you said, running your hands along his stomach and up to his chest. “Fucking hot.”
“Baby,” he moaned as you pinched his pebbled nipple.
“I can’t keep my hands off of you,” you said, pushing him onto his back. You straddled him and pulled your bra off. Your hands went back to his chest as you groped and kneaded his pecs. You pinched and teased his nipples before leaning down and kissing his jawline.
“Stop- ah- teasing,” Osamu moaned as you rolled your hips. Even through four layers, you could feel his fat cock throbbing.
“No,” you said, kissing down his neck, leaving red bruises in random spots leading all the way down to his pecs. You rolled your hips again and groaned as his cock twitched under you.
“At least let me feel ya,” he said. His hands fisted the sheets as you sunk your teeth into the soft flesh of his right pec.
You rolled off of him and shimmied out of your shorts, leaving you in just a pair of white, cotton panties. You unbuttoned Osamu’s shorts and pulled them off before straddling him again. You leaned back down and sucked one of his nipples into your mouth while one of your hands groped his chest and the other played with the elastic of his boxers.
“Fuck,” he swore, throwing his head back as you ground yourself against his cock. “More, more, I wan’ more, please, baby.”
You pulled back, admiring the masterpiece that was Osamu’s chest, painted with bite marks and bruises. He was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling.
“Open,” you said, grabbing his jaw lightly. His mouth fell open, tongue poking out. You leaned over him and shoved three fingers in his mouth. “Suck.”
He drooled as he sucked on your fingers, gagging as your fingers hit the back of his throat. You moaned as you rolled your hips.
“Good boy,” you said, pulling your fingers away. Osamu leaned up, following them before leaning back. “Now watch me.”
You leaned back on one arm as Osamu propped his head up on a pillow. You shoved your spit covered hand down your panties, rubbing your clit slowly. You moaned softly.
“Samu,” you breathed. You felt his cock jump under you. “Samu, feels so good.”
“Wanna see,” Osamu groaned, grabbing your hips. “Please.”
You shook your head as you moaned again. A wet spot formed in the crotch of your panties, turning the thin fabric translucent. Osamu groaned and bucked his hips, looking for anything that would give him the friction he wanted.
“Gonna cum,” you gasped, rubbing your clit faster.
Osamu whined as the wet spot on your panties grew. “Samu, Samu, Samu!”
You sucked in a sharp breath as your walls clenched around nothing and your juices gushed out, coating your panties and fingers. You rubbed your clit slowly, moaning as you milked your orgasm. Cum dripped down, wetting Osamu’s boxers as you leaned up. You struggled not to just collapse in Osamu’s chest as you braved your hands on his stomach. You could feel his cock throbbing against your wet cunt.
“Wanna taste,” Osamu pleaded. You rolled off of him, breathing heavily as you pulled your ruined panties off.
“You really want a taste?” You asked. He nodded. “Open up.”
Again, his mouth fell open without a second thought. You shoved your panties in his mouth, gagging him. He let out a muffled moan.
You slowly inched his boxers down, releasing his heavy cock. It bobbed before laying against his stomach. You straddled him again, slotting his cock between your wet folds. You dragged your hips against him. The head of his cock teased your abused clit as you whimpered from the sensitivity. You tensed as cool metal shocked your hot skin. You relaxed as Osamu grabbed you hips, guiding you as you ground against him. You reached down and guided the tip of his cock into your entrance. You whined as you teased yourself with just the tip.
“Mm-mff,” Osamu said, his words muffled by cotton. You reached up and pulled your panties out of his mouth. “More, take more. Please, can’t take it anymore.”
You shook your head, rotating your hips. His neglected cock throbbed.
“Please, please,” Osamu begged. His fingernails dug into your hips. “Let me be in ya.”
“You teased me until I cried last week in the hotel,” you said, letting the tip of his cock fall out of you. He whined. “So until you cry, I’m not stopping.”
You rolled your hips. His cock dragged against your clit deliciously as you used his body.
“Con-consider yourself lucky I’m not riding your thighs,” you stuttered, moaning as his piercing teased your clit. “I thought about it.”
“Baby, please,” Osamu begged, eyes wide and lower lip poking out in a pout. “Wanna be in ya, wanna cum.”
“I’m not stopping you,” you said.
“Wanna cum in ya,” he said, frustrated. He’s eyes were glossy and you knew it was only a matter of time before tears started rolling down his cheeks.
“I want you to cum inside me, baby,” you cooed, rubbing your hands over his tense stomach. “But you know what I want.”
“I-I can’t,” he stuttered. You tutted and rolled your hips. The tip of his cock snagged your hole and Osamu let out a whimper.
“Come on, baby, I want you in me so bad,” you said, arching your back. “Want you to breed me, want you to knock me up with your babies, please daddy.”
“Baby,” Osamu whimpered as you took the tip inside your tight walls.
“Gonna cum again,” you moaned, rotating your hips. You moaned loudly, reaching down to rub your clit. Your walls clamped around the head of Osamu’s cock, milking it as you came.
“Baby, fuck, no, I’m gonna cum,” Osamu cried. His lashes were filled with unshed tears as you pulled away from him. His cock twitched as he came. You ran your fingers through the pool of cum that was on his stomach and licked them clean.
You hummed. “Baby, what‘s the matter? I thought you wanted to cum inside me.” You pouted as his lower lip wobbled. He blinked slowly and a tear ran down his face.
“Oh, baby, don’t cry,” you cooed, cupping his face. You kissed his tears away. “Gonna make you feel better.”
You pumped his cock a few times, bringing it back to hardness.
“Baby, please,” he whimpered as you thumbed his slit. You glanced up at him. Tears were still falling down his cheeks. “Please, I wanna be in ya.”
You smiled at him and straddled him once again. You both moaned as you sank down his length.
“Thank ya, thank ya, thank ya, I love ya so much, wanna fill ya up, fuck, please,” Osamu babbled. You wiped his tears away then grabbed his hands as you bounced on his cock. He intertwined your fingers, bringing both of your hands up to his lips. “I love ya.”
“I love you, Samu,” you said as his cock nudged your cervix. “Fuck, ‘m sorry for making you cry, baby.”
“Liked it,” he mumbled. He threw his head back with a moan as you swivelled your hips. “Liked it so much. Feels so good.”
“Oh?” You said. You moaned as Osamu rolled his hips. “You like when I take control?”
“Yes, yes!” He gasped as you sped up. You let out a choked moan as his hips lifted to meet yours.
“Let me choke you,” you moaned, running one of your hands up to his throat. He nodded as his eyes closed. You squeezed lightly. Osamu groaned loudly, his throat rumbling under your hand.
“More, more,” he said, reaching up to grab your wrist. You squeezed harder and his eyes rolled back with a moan.
“Fuck, so pretty,” you said. You moaned loudly as he bucked his hips up.
“Fuck,” Osamu choked out as his cock twitched. You loosened your grip on his throat, letting oxygen flood his lungs. “Gonna cum, gonna cum!”
“Fill me up, Osamu, please,” you moaned as his cock nudged your cervix. “Please, wanna be full.”
Osamu moaned loudly, pulling your hips down to bury his cock in your cunt as he painted your walls white. You reached down to rub your clit as he filled you up, clenching around him as you came. You both breathed heavily as you collapsed against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you.
“So, I thought Atsumu was the sub,” you breathed.
“I can still flip ya over and bend ya in half,” Osamu said. He chuckled as you snorted.
“I doubt either of us could move that much right now,” you said.
“I think yer wrong,” Osamu said. “I plan on fucking ya in every room of the apartment before the sun comes up.”
“I say we continue this in the kitchen then,” you said as your stomach grumbled. “I’m starving.”
“We only have rice,” Osamu said. You groaned and rolled off of him.
“Pizza or sushi?” You asked, grabbing your phone from the bedside table.
“Sushi,” Osamu said. “Ya think we can christen the living room before they get here?”
“Only one way to find out,” you said, dialling the number to the sushi place. You winked at Osamu as the phone rang.
He molded his body against yours, nuzzling your neck as you ordered the food.
“We have twenty-five minutes,” you said, placing your phone back on the bedside table.
“More than enough time,” Osamu said. He scooped you up from the bed and carried you to the living room.
“No, no, absolutely not!” You exclaimed, laughing loudly.
“Come on, let me try it!” Osamu said.
“You are not eating sushi off my body, sorry, but no,” you said, shaking your head.
“I’ll feed ya, too,” he said. You laughed as he pouted.
“Okay, fine,” you said. “But not tonight.”
“I’ll plan it,” Osamu said. “Maybe I’ll even invite our friends.”
“Oh, absolutely not,” you said. “Atsumu is not eating sushi off of my naked body.”
“What about Rin?” Osamu asked.
“I thought you didn’t like to share,” you said. “Food or otherwise.”
“Is it a crime to want to show off my beautiful, amazing, sexy girlfriend?” Osamu asked. Your face burned.
“Shut up,” you said, stealing a piece of sushi from his plate. “We can discuss details later.”
“I love ya,” Osamu said, smiling widely.
“Yeah, yeah,” you grumbled. “Love you, too.”
Osamu smiled again, and held out a piece of sushi for you. You smiled before copying him.
“Suna’s not allowed to take pictures,” you said. “In fact, I don’t want him to have his phone at all.”
“Fair enough,” Osamu said, shrugging and finishing off his roll. “Wanna help me wash dishes?”
“Yes,” you said, chewing the last piece of sushi as Osamu gathered the trash and dishes he’d insisted you’d used.
You followed after him, wearing only his t-shirt. Osamu dropped the dishes in the sink then immediately caged you against the counter.
“Ya look cute in my shirt,” he mumbled, nosing at your neck. He kissed your skin softly before leaning up to kiss your lips.
“Why, thank you,” you said, putting your arms around his neck. He lifted you and sat you down on the edge of the counter, pushing the too long shirt up to reveal your leaking cunt. His loads from earlier were coating your thighs as they slowly leaked out of your used cunt.
“Aw, baby, yer leaking my cum everywhere,” Osamu cooed, gathering his cum on his fingers and pushing it back into your hole. “Ya want more?”
“Please,” you begged as his fingers pumped in and out of you. He held his cum covered fingers up to your lips. You grabbed his wrist as you took them in your mouth, sucking and licking them clean. You looked up at him through your lashes. His eyes were dark and dilated as he watched your tongue move up and down his fingers.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. He pulled his hand away and shoved his shorts down around his ankles. His cock bobbed heavily.
“Gonna breed me again, Samu?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his chest and pulling him closer, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Gonna put your babies in me?”
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, lining his cock up with your entrance. “Gonna make ya a mommy, fuck.” He moaned as his cock slowly filled you up, still stretching you out even after filling you up twice before this.
“Osamu, wanna have your babies,” you moaned as he thrusted into you at a nice, normal pace. You let your head drop onto his shoulder as he thrusted deeper, cock pressing painfully against your cervix.
“You will, baby,” he said, thrusting harder. You whimpered as his cock head broke past your cervix.
“S’too deep,” you moaned. Your fingernails dug into his back as he pushed deeper and deeper.
“Shh, shh, you can take it, baby,” Osamu said as you whined and whimpered. “Takin’ my cock so well, yer so good for me, princess.”
You moaned into his shoulder as he pushed your shirt up, squeezing and groping your breasts. He rocked into you at a steady pace, focusing more on thrusting deeper and deeper than harder.
“So deep in me,” you moaned against his warm skin. “Can feel you in my throat.”
“What was that, baby?” Osamu asked. “Want me in yer throat?”
“Can feel you in my throat,” you said, louder. “You’re so deep in me.”
Osamu snapped his hips against yours, punching past your cervix again, and stilling. You let out a long, low moan.
“Ya can feel me here, baby?” Osamu asked, pressing his hand against the small bulge at the bottom of your stomach. You whined and nodded. “What about here?” He pushed you back to face him and wrapped his hand around your throat.
“Samu,” you moaned as he gently squeezed the sides of your throat. Your walls clenched around him. He slowly started to thrust into you again.
“If ya wanted me t’ choke ya, ya jus’ had t’ ask,” he said. You breathed shallowly as he squeezed harder.
“More, more,” you breathed, holding on to his wrist as your lungs started to burn. “Fuck me.”
“Ya want more?” Osamu asked. His hips sped up, slapping against your noisily as he pressed down on your throat.
You couldn’t speak as he pounded into you, fucking past your cervix with every thrust. Your lungs burned and your head spun from lack of oxygen.
“Sa-mu,” you choked, holding onto his forearm loosely. He grunted and thrusted into you harder.
“Gonna cum around my cock, baby?” He asked, grunting as your walls clenched around him. You couldn’t answer, not even able to nod your head in response.
“Can’t answer? Aw, is my baby fucked dumb?” He cooed. You could barely comprehend his words as your head swam.
“My dumb, lil baby,” Osamu cooed, letting his hand loosen. You gasped as oxygen flooded your lungs. Your head spun and you moaned as your walls fluttered around Osamu’s cock. “Cum around my cock.”
“Cumming,” you gasped as Osamu’s hand tightened around your throat again. Your eyes rolled back as you gushed around him. Osamu fucked you through your orgasm, each thrust accompanied by the sound of Osamu’s skin against yours and a loud squelch as your juices dripped down your skin.
“Feels so good to be in control,” Osamu said, smiling wickedly as he choked you. “I control everything you do. When you cum, when you breathe. I love that you let me use you like a lil doll.”
You smiled as Osamu kissed you roughly. He released your throat and pulled back.
“Samu,” you whined.
“Open.” He didn’t give you a choice as he squeezed your cheeks, forcing your mouth open. You stuck your tongue out as he gathered spit in his mouth.
“My good, sweet girl,” he cooed. He spat in your mouth before kissing you messily. A mix of yours and his spit ran down your chins as he devoured you.
“Gonna cum in you,” he groaned as he pulled back, strands of saliva still connecting you two.
“Please, please,” you begged, wrapping your arms around his chest and digging your nails into the back of his shoulders. You pulled him in deeper with your legs wrapping around him tighter. “Knock me up, Samu, please.”
“Ya gonna cum with me?” He asked, rolling his hips. You nodded as he reached down to rub your clit. You moaned loudly.
“Gonna fill ya up, sweet girl,” Osamu moaned. You nodded and let your head fall against his shoulder. He moaned as you licked and sucked at his neck.
“Fuck,” you hissed as his cock twitched inside you. “Cum in me.”
Osamu grunted as he slapped your clit.
“Wan’ ya to cum ‘round my cock,” he said, slapping your clit again. Your thighs trembled as he rubbed your clit in fast circles.
“Samu, Samu,” you cried. “Gonna cum.”
You moaned, long and high pitched as your walls clamped down around him. He groaned as you gushed around him. His cock throbbed and he spilled inside you, filling you up with his cum.
You whimpered as he pulled out, clenching around nothing and pushing his cum out. He tutted and used his fingers to push it back in.
“Be a good girl and keep my cum in you,” he said.
You nodded and leaned back against the cabinets as he pulled his shorts up and started washing the dishes.
“Samu,” you murmured, carefully climbing off the counter. Your legs wobbled and you quickly wrapped your arms around Osamu, trying to keep yourself upright.
“Be careful, baby,” he said, drying the dishes. “You should’ve stayed on the counter until I was done. Come ‘ere.”
He gently twisted around in your arms and scooped you up, holding you closely to his chest.
“I love you,” you mumbled as he carried you through your bedroom and into the connected bathroom.
“I love ya, too, baby,” he said, kissing your forehead as he set you down on the marble countertop.
He started the bath and turned back towards you. “Now, stay there until I get back. Okay?”
You nodded and leaned back against the mirror. You could feel Osamu’s cum leaking out of you, so you leaned down and pushed it back in. You moaned softly as you thrusted your finger in and out, coating them in Osamu’s cum. You licked your fingers clean and pushed them back into you.
“What’s this?” Osamu asked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe.
“D-Didn’t wanna lose your cum,” you moaned, using your other hand to rub your clit. “Kept leaking out.”
“Want me to get ya a plug, baby?” Osamu asked, watching hungrily as you fingered yourself. You nodded.
“Don’t wanna lose any,” you said. You moaned as your walls fluttered around your fingers. “Wanna cum.”
“G’head, baby,” he said, stepping closer to you. He kneeled in front of you, spreading your legs as your thighs shook. “Come on, cum fer me.”
“Daddy,” you keened, back arching. You moaned loudly as you pulled your fingers out of your heat and focused on your clit. You cried out as Osamu spread your legs further. “Fuck, gonna-gonna—“ You cut off with a loud moan as you squirted into Osamu’s face. Your thighs rested on his shoulders as your juices dripped down his face.
He closed his eyes slowly. “Fuck me,” he groaned, palming himself through his shorts. “Yer so hot, baby.”
You slouched down as he turned the bathtub water off and then returned to his spot between your thighs.
“Samu, no, no more,” you moaned as he buried his face in your cunt. You tangled your fingers in his hair, trying to pull him away as he licked up your slit.
“Ya got more in ya,” he said, pulling back. He kissed the inside of your thigh gently before licking into your wet, hot heat. You squirmed as his tongue pushed into your hole, his nose bumping your clit as he slurped up a mixture of both of your cum.
“Samu,” you whined, tugging his hair. He groaned, sending vibrations straight to your cunt. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked roughly, desperately wanting you to cum in his face again.
“Come on, want ya t’ cum in my face,” he said, pulling back to breathe.
“Samu, it hurts,” you cried as he shoved three fingers in your abused hole. He ignored you as he flicked his tongue against your clit. Your eyes burned as your legs shook from overstimulation.
Osamu added a fourth finger as he thrusted in and out of you. His other hand palmed at his half hard cock through his shorts.
“Samu!” You squealed, thighs clamping around his head as he curled his fingers in you, dragging against that spongy spot. He curled his fingers again and again, sucking at your clit harshly.
“Fuck, fuck! Gonna cum! Samu!” Tears rolled down your cheeks as he pulled his fingers out of you and shoved his tongue in your stretched out hole as you came. Your juices gushed around his tongue as he moaned.
“That’s my girl,” he said, smiling as he leaned back on his feet. You breathed heavily as you leaned against the mirror, chest heaving. “Ya wanna get in the bath, now?”
You nodded. He carefully pulled his shirt off of you and pushed his shorts down before gently picking you up. He eased into the bathtub, rearranging you once he was comfortably leaning back in the hot water. You leaned against his chest. You crossed your arms and intertwined your fingers with his as you closed your eyes.
“Hey, baby?” Osamu asked.
“Hmm?” You hummed. He nosed your neck, pressing a few kisses against your skin before speaking again.
“Ya know I love ya,” he said, lips brushing against your ear. “Right?”
“I love you, too, Samu,” you said, leaning your head back on his shoulder.
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“Can’t I just stay the night?” Atsumu groaned as he got dressed.
“We’re going out tonight,” Osamu said, throwing Atsumu’s shirt at him.
You rolled over in the bed, pulling the blanket over your nude form. You propped yourself up on your elbow, appreciating Osamu’s strong body as he pulled his boxers up.
“Good morning, baby,” Osamu said, smiling as he leaned down to peck your lips.
“Mmm, morning,” you hummed. “What time is it?”
“Five in the afternoon,” he said. “You only slept for a few hours.”
You nodded, stretching out and yawning. “I’m going to shower,” you mumbled, sitting up.
You looked at Atsumu, who was still standing in your room.
“What?” He asked, finally noticing you staring at him.
“Get out,” you said, gesturing towards the door.
“Like I wasn’t just balls deep in yer pussy,” he grumbled, crossing his arms and walking out.
“Like you didn’t nearly cum in your pants while I choked you!” You called after him. You smiled as you heard him grumbling from the hallway.
“Ya okay?” Osamu asked.
You shrugged as you stood up on wobbly legs. “A little sore.”
You took a step towards your bathroom and your knees buckled. Thankfully, Osamu managed to grab your waist before you could fall.
“Let me help ya,” he said, holding you steady as you shakily walked to the bathroom. He sat you on the edge of the tub as he started the shower.
“I’ve got it from here,” you said. Your legs shook as you stood up but they stayed under you.
“Call if ya need me,” Osamu said, helping you into the shower.
You showered quickly. You brushed your teeth and fixed your hair before joining the twins in the living room.
“You never said where we were going tonight,” you said, curling up by Osamu on the couch. “How should I dress?”
“Casual,” he said, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer. “What you’re wearing now is fine.”
You glanced down at the sundress you were wearing. It was longer than your other one, so it already had Osamu’s stamp of approval.
You nodded and rested your head on his shoulder.
“We’re getting dinner? Great, where are we going?” Atsumu asked, plopping down next to you.
“We’re getting dinner and yer goin’ home,” Osamu said.
“Worth a try,” Atsumu said, shrugging. “Kiss goodbye?”
“I’m gonna kick yer ass,” Osamu said. Atsumu stood with a smirk.
“Not even a lil one?” Atsumu said. You smiled and stood up, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“Don’t forget to cover that bruise on your throat,” you said, sitting back down. Atsumu whipped out his phone, swearing loudly when he saw the hand-shaped bruise across his neck.
“Damn it, what am I supposed to tell the boys?” Atsumu asked.
You shrugged as you cuddled into Osamu’s side.
“That you like getting choked by cute girls?” You suggested. “Nothing to be ashamed of.”
Atsumu groaned out a goodbye as he left.
Osamu pulled you into his lap and peppered kisses on your face as you giggled.
“Not that I don’t like it, but what was that for?” You asked, smiling after he kissed your lips.
“What, I can’t kiss my girlfriend?” Osamu asked, kissing your nose again. “Just wanna remind ya who ya belong to.”
“Never forgot,” you said, pecking his lips. “Need I remind you whose name I was moaning the whole time?”
You cupped his face and peppered him with kisses. “I love you, Miya Osamu.”
“I love ya,” Osamu said, kissing your lips one more time. “Let me go get dressed and we can go eat.”
“I guess I can let you go,” you said, moving off his lap. You laid on the couch, watching him walk down the hallway.
You checked your phone, responding to a few messages from your school friends and checking your socials. As expected, your mom’s ‘it’s complicated’ status had garnered a lot of attention. Comments ranging from ‘oh, i’m sorry sweetie’ to ‘i never liked him anyway’ to, to your joy, ‘he was too young for you anyway, don’t you have a daughter his age?’.
You cackled as you scrolled through the comments. Your mom had even responded to some, stating ‘he knows what he did’. You rolled your eyes and closed your facebook.
“Ready?” Osamu asked, stepping in front of you.
“When you are,” you said.
The restaurant was small and cozy, with the scent of fresh bread filling the air. You smiled as Osamu led you to a table in a secluded corner, pulling out your seat for you before sitting across from you.
“Everything here is fantastic,” Osamu said as you read over the menu. “My friend from uni runs this place, he’s almost a better chef than I am.”
“Almost?” You questioned. “So humble, Osamu.”
“Miya-kun!” A man exclaimed, rushing towards your table.
“Takahashi-kun,” Osamu greeted, smiling at the man.
“It’s been a while!” Takahashi said. “This the wife?”
You winced.
“Ah, not yet,” Osamu said. “I’m actually in the process of getting a divorce. This is my girlfriend, L/n Y/n.”
You smiled widely. “Hi, nice to meet you,” you said.
“Nice to meet you! It’s nice that you managed to get Miya to drag you out here, he rarely makes time to come visit his old friends,” Takahashi said. “I think I met the wife once? Maybe twice.”
“I have my own restaurant to run,” Osamu said. Takahashi rolled his eyes. “You can also visit me.”
“I have my own restaurant to run,” Takahashi said with a small laugh. “Speaking of, what can I start you off with?”
Your food came out quickly. Takahashi made polite conversation before leaving you two by yourselves.
“So, tell me about your childhood,” you said. “I feel like we only ever talk about me.”
“What do ya wanna know?” Osamu asked, taking a bite of his rice.
“What are your parents like?” You asked.
“My ma raised us alone,” Osamu said. He smiled before continuing. “Our dad wasn’t that great, he left when we were still babies.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” you said.
Osamu shrugged. “He wasn’t a great guy, anyway. Leaving was probably the best thing he ever did for us. He used to abuse my ma. He tried to come back when Tsumu and I were in high school, but we ran him off.”
“Ran him off?” You asked.
“He got a lil too hands-on with ma, and Tsumu and I kicked his ass out the door and told him not to come back,” Osamu said. “And that was the last time we saw him.”
You hummed. “Good for you, then.”
“But yeah, ma raised us by herself, never remarried or anything. She worked two jobs just to support us and put us through volleyball,” Osamu said. “But she never missed a game.”
“She sounds great,” you said, taking a sip of your drink.
“She is,” Osamu said, smiling fondly. “I can’t wait for ya to meet her.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” you said, smiling. “Tell me something else, I want to know everything.”
Osamu smiled at you before reaching across the table and grabbing your free hand.
“Tsumu and I have always been really competitive,” Osamu started. You smiled at him as he spoke.
“I really enjoyed the food,” you told Takahashi as he cleared off your table. “And thank you for the dessert, it was amazing.
“Anything for a friend!” Takahashi exclaimed, stacking the two empty plates in his hands. “And don’t worry about the bill, consider it on the house.”
“I owe you one,” Osamu said.
“I’ll take salted salmon onigiri and your miso soup any day of the week,” Takahashi said, smiling widely. “It was nice meeting you, and Miya-kun, it was nice seeing you again. Don’t be a stranger!”
“I’ll try to come by more often,” Osamu said. You both stood after Takahashi disappeared into the kitchen. Osamu grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the restaurant.
“That was nice,” you said, swinging yours and Osamu’s arms.
“It was,” Osamu agreed. “What do ya want to do now?”
“I don’t know, do you have anything in mind?” You asked.
“There’s a club I like that’s not too far from here,” Osamu said.
“That sounds fun,” you said, smiling. “You’re buying the first round of drinks.”
“Deal,” Osamu said. He stopped abruptly, tugging you into his chest and leaning down. “I love ya.” He pecked your lips.
“You keep saying that like the world’ll end if you don’t,” you teased, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him again.
“Jus’ don’t want ya to forget,” Osamu mumbled. “Gotta remind ya.”
“I think it’s sweet,” you said. You intertwined your fingers with his and brought his hand up to your lips. “I love you, too.”
You smiled as Osamu handed you a glass.
“One vodka cran for my princess,” he said, sliding into the booth next to you.
“Thank you,” you said. You took a sip of your drink and made a face. “A little light on the cran.”
“Lightweight,” Osamu teased. He tossed back his glass of whiskey and shivered. “Ugh.”
“Lightweight,” you mocked, elbowing his side. You downed your drink. “Dance with me?”
“Of course, anything my princess wants,” Osamu said. He pulled you out of the booth and onto the dance floor.
Osamu’s hands rested on your hips as you ground against him. It wasn’t long before Osamu was turning you around, pulling you against his body as his hips moved to the beat. Your bodies moved together, grinding and bumping against each other as the two of you felt the rhythm.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to face you.
“Ya look like a goddess,” Osamu breathed in your ear. “Every guy in this club has his eyes on ya.”
You let out a shaky moan as Osamu’s hips dragged against yours.
“Come on,” Osamu mumbled, pulling you through the dancing bodies.
Osamu led you into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. He sat you on the edge of the sink, lips slotting against yours sloppily.
“Samu,” you said, running your hands up his shirt as he pushed your dress up around your waist. “Wanna feel you.”
“Later, princess,” he said, pushing his jeans down just enough to release his cock. “Gotta be in ya.”
He tugged your panties to the side and pressed the head of his cock flush against your entrance.
“I love ya,” he said, pecking your lips before pushing into you. You let out a high moan as he stretched you.
“Gen-gentle,” you stuttered. “Still sore from earlier.”
“Oh, princess, I got ya,” Osamu said, tip kissing your cervix. He held you tightly against him as he slowly thrusted into you. You moaned softly as you rested your head against his chest.
“Love ya so much, jus’ wanna fill ya with my babies,” Osamu said. You moaned, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him in deeper.
“Love you,” you moaned, kissing his neck. Osamu reached between you and rubbed your clit slowly, in time with his thrusts.
“Not gonna last,” he groaned. The fingers on your clit sped up. “Cream around my cock, princess.”
Your hands clenched in Osamu’s shirt as your stomach tightens. Your thighs trembled as you moaned in his ear.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Osamu groaned. His cock twitched as your walls clamped around him. You came with a soft moan, burying your face in his neck as Osamu filled you with cum.
“Samu,” you whined as he pulled out. A mix of yours and his cum slowly leaked out of your stretched hole.
“Hold on,” Osamu said, kneeling in front of you. He tossed your legs over his shoulders and licked a bold stripe up your cum coated folds.
“Osamu!” You exclaimed, legs twitching as his tongue licked deep into your hole. You moaned as he ate you out like a man starved, slurping up cum and spreading your pussy lips with his fingers to lick deeper.
“Taste so good with my cum leakin’ outta ya,” Osamu moaned. He stood up and kissed you, pushing cum into your waiting mouth. You moaned and swallowed instinctively.
You hummed and kissed him again. “Mmm, thank you,” you mumbled against his lips.
“Come on, I’m about ready to get ya outta that dress,” Osamu said, lifting you off the sink. Your legs shook as you stood up, and Osamu wrapped his arm around you to keep you steady.
“Let’s go home,” you said, smiling at him.
“Baby, no,” Osamu groaned as you sat up in your bed. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back down against his chest.
“We’re supposed to meet the boys in an hour,” you said, struggling to escape Osamu’s iron grip around you. “I need to shower and get my stuff together.”
“Can’t we just cancel?” Osamu asked, holding you tighter. “Just, I wanna spend the day with ya. We can do whatever ya want.”
“Baby, we still have three free days before my mom gets back,” you said. “Let’s just go play this game and then we can come back home and spend the rest of the day in bed.”
Osamu pouted but let you go.
“Thank you,” you said, crawling over him. You pecked his lips before you rolled out of bed. “Come shower with me?”
Osamu was up immediately, following you to your bathroom.
Your shower lasted longer than it should’ve, thanks to Osamu. As soon as the water hit your body, his lips were glued to your skin, his hands on your waist. Before you knew it, you were pressed against the cool, shower wall as he fucked you from behind.
“We’re gonna be late,” you complained as you got dressed.
“Didn’t hear ya complainin’ when ya were cummin’ ‘round my cock, princess,” Osamu said, kissing your head.
You swatted him away, glaring at him.
“You’re insatiable,” you grumbled, tossing a pair of black spandex shorts in your gym bag.
“I’ll show ya insatiable,” he said, hugging you from behind. His hand slipped down the front of your skirt, teasing the edge of your panties as he sucked on your neck.
“Samu, no,” you said, making no move to push him off. You bucked against his hand as his fingers circled your clit.
“Come on, baby,” Osamu mumbled, lips pressed against your skin. “Let me make ya cum one more time.”
You huffed. “Five minutes, then we’re leaving.”
“More than enough.”
“Hey, hey, hey!” Bokuto exclaimed, hugging you tightly as you walked onto the court.
“Bokkun!” You exclaimed, smiling widely as he spun you around.
“Y/n-chan!” Hinata exclaimed, hugging you as soon as Bokuto sat you down.
“My favourite niece!” Atsumu shouted, running across the court to greet you. Sakusa followed after him, offering you a casual nod as Atsumu hugged you.
“I might as well not even be here,” Osamu said, crossing his arms.
“Osamu-kun!” Hinata exclaimed, throwing himself at the man. Osamu immediately caught him, and tossed him back on his feet.
“Just a hello would’ve been fine,” Osamu said.
You giggled as he walked over to you, gluing himself to your side.
“Let us go change and we can get started,” you said.
“Locker rooms are that way,” Sakusa said, pointing towards the end of the gym. “Hope you don’t mind using the men’s, the women’s is locked up today.”
“It’s fine,” you said, shrugging. You followed Osamu into the locker rooms and changed quickly.
“Hey,” Osamu called before you could walk out. You turned towards him. “I love ya.” He pecked your lips before following you out of the locker rooms.
“Okay, let’s play!” You exclaimed, clapping your hands together.
Hinata whooped loudly as he jogged towards you.
“We’re gonna crush them!” He exclaimed. Bokuto high fived you both as Osamu joined Atsumu and Sakusa.
“Let’s warm up first,” you said, smiling.
You stretched out, rolling your shoulders before getting into position. You set a few balls for both boys before Sakusa called for the game to start.
The game lasted five sets, your team winning three of them. After Hinata scored the last point, Bokuto pulled you into a tight hug, spinning you around.
“Aha! Suck it!” You shouted once Bokuto put you down. Atsumu flipped you off, smiling regardless.
“We let you win,” Osamu said, ducking under the net. You rolled your eyes as he pulled you into a hug.
“Oh, sure,” you said.
“No hugging the enemy!” Atsumu exclaimed. Sakusa slapped him on the back of the head before hugging you quickly.
“You’re good, probably better than Atsumu,” Sakusa said. You smiled widely.
“Thanks,” you said as Osamu wrapped his arm around your waist. Bokuto and Hinata both gave you a look.
“I have something to tell ya,” Osamu said. You cocked an eyebrow as you looked up at him. “M/n and I are getting a divorce.”
“Finally,” Bokuto groaned. “I couldn’t take her hitting on me every time we saw each other.”
“So, you’re with her daughter now?” Sakusa asked. Your face heated up as Osamu nodded.
“And this isn’t just you trying to get back at her for trying to sleep with us?” Sakusa asked.
“No, I love Y/n,” Osamu said, glancing down at you with a smile.
“And I love you,” you said.
“As sweet as that is, isn’t it a little fast?” Sakusa asked.
“Probably,” you said. “But who cares? My mom’ll probably be remarried by the end of the year.”
“We know the relationship is a little taboo,” Osamu said, “but we just can’t help it.”
“Pay up,” Hinata said, grinning widely as he held his hand out to Bokuto.
“Fuck you,” Bokuto grumbled, handing a bill over to Hinata.
“What exactly did you two bet on?” You asked.
“When you two would get together,” Hinata said. “Bokuto-kun bet it would be the next time you visited.”
“Should’ve known Osamu-kun would move fast,” Bokuto said, hair drooping.
“Shut up, you literally caught us,” you said, shoving the blond twin.
“But it was my twin senses which led me to catching you,” Atsumu said. You rolled your eyes.
“Anyway, lunch?” You asked.
“Baby, you promised,” Osamu groaned as you sat up in bed.
“Promised what?” You asked, stretching your arms out.
“We could spend one of our days in bed,” Osamu said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you back down.
“One, I never promised that,” you said. “And two, I need to pee. Then I’ll come right back to bed.”
“Fine,” Osamu said, pouting. He released you from his hold. You hopped up and walked to the bathroom. You showered quickly and brushed your teeth before redressing in your pajamas (Osamu’s t-shirt and a pair of his boxers).
“Ya take too long,” Osamu grumbled as you crawled back into your bed. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest.
“I took ten minutes to shower and wash off, sue me,” you said, rolling your eyes.
Osamu rolled over, pulling you on top of him. “Why wash off when I’m about to make ya dirty again?”
You laughed. “That was so bad, Samu.”
Osamu pushed your shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the floor. He grabbed your breasts, squeezing them and teasing your nipples with his fingers.
“Samu,” you moaned, running your hands over his broad chest. “Let me.”
Osamu pulled his hands away from your skin as you leaned down. Your plush lips wrapped around his left nipple, your tongue teasing the cool, metal barbell as you pinched his other nipple with your fingers.
“Fuck,” Osamu hissed, lowly. His back arched as your free hand drifted to his half hard dick. You palmed him through his boxers, heart racing as you felt him harden beneath your touch.
You pulled back, a string of saliva still connecting you to Osamu. You pinched his swollen, spit-covered nipple, drawing out a high pitched moan from him as you switched to the other.
“Baby,” Osamu breathed, tugging your hair as you suckled his nipple. You hummed in response. “Feels good.”
You smiled against his skin as you continued to palm him. You pushed his boxers down, freeing his cock. You pulled away, straddling him.
“Wanna watch you,” you said, running your hands over his soft stomach.
“Watch me what, baby?” He asked, settling his hands on your hips.
“Wanna watch you get off,” you said. “Please, Samu, I wanna watch you touch yourself.”
“Why would I do that when yer right here?” He asked, moving your hips so you ground against his cock.
“Please,” you begged. “Please, I wanna know what you look like when you’re getting yourself off. Please, daddy, for me.”
Osamu sighed. “Fine, just for ya, princess.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you said, leaning down and kissing him. You moved off of him, watching as he kicked his boxers off.
Osamu wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and let out a shaky breath. He pumped himself once, twice before letting his free hand drift to his puffy nipples.
“Y/n,” he moaned, softly as you leaned back, pushing your hand under the waistband of Osamu’s boxers you were wearing.
“I’m right here, baby,” you said, reaching out with your free hand to touch his shoulder. He relaxed at your touch and pumped his length slowly.
“Doesn’t feel like ya,” Osamu whined as he thumbed his slit. You pressed two fingers against your clit as he gathered precum on his thumb.
“Let me taste,” you said, grabbing his arm. He lifted his hand to your face, letting you suck his thumb into your mouth, licking the precum away.
“Just want ya to touch me,” Osamu said as you hollowed your cheeks around his thumb.
“After you get yourself off,” you said, rubbing your clit in slow circles. Osamu whined as you let out a soft moan.
“Samu,” you moaned, rubbing your clit. “Let me see you.”
Osamu gripped his cock once again. Precum leaked down the side as he slowly pumped himself.
“Baby, take ‘em off,” he said, tugging at the boxers you were wearing. You pushed them down and spread your legs as Osamu watched you dip your fingers into your wet heat.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pinching his nipple and pumping his length faster. His thumb teased the metal barbell as he moaned.
“Samu,” you said, holding your wet fingers up to his face. He groaned at the scent and sucked your fingers into his mouth, licking them clean as he gently squeezed his balls.
“Please, please, I want you to touch me,” he moaned as you pulled your fingers away. You pushed his hands away and straddled him. His cock slotted neatly in your wet folds as you ground against him. You moaned as the head of his cock rubbed against your clit.
“So fuckin’ wet,” Osamu groaned, intertwining your fingers with his. “Just for me, isn’t that right, baby?”
“Just for you,” you moaned, rolling your hips furiously.
“Let me fuck ya,” he said. “Need to be in yer sweet cunt.”
You shook your head. “Sore from yesterday.”
Osamu’s head fell back with a groan. “And with any luck ya will be sore the rest of yer life.”
“Just- just cockwarming,” you said. Osamu nodded and carefully slid the tip into your wet heat.
“Son ofa bitch,” Osamu swore as your gummy walls clenched around him. He slowly bottomed out as you moaned in his ear.
“Oh,” you moaned as his fat cock stretched and molded your cunt. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned your forehead against his. “Feels so good.”
“Takin’ my cock so well,” Osamu breathed. He wrapped his arms around you and leaned back against the headboard, holding you closely. “Good girl.”
Your walls tightened at his praise. You sighed as you rested against Osamu’s chest.
“I want this forever,” you mumbled.
“My cock?”
“You, dummy,” you said, smiling as you looked up at him. “I want you forever.”
“Ya can’t say shit like that,” Osamu said, rolling his hips. “Makes me wanna flip ya over and put yer ankles over my shoulders.”
“Do it,” you challenged. Osamu groaned as he flipped you over.
“Yer askin’ for it, lil girl,” he said, pushing your knees up to your chest. You moaned as he pulled out, only to snap his hips against your ass.
“Samu!” You exclaimed as he split you open over his cock.
“I love ya, baby,” he grunted, grabbing your ankles. You cried out as he spread your legs out. You fisted the sheets beneath you as he pounded into you.
“L-Love you,” you stuttered. His cock hit every spot in you, without trying. The cool metal that teased your walls only added to the stimulation.
“Want ya to squirt all over my cock, baby,” he said, putting one of your legs over his shoulder as he reached down to slap your clit. You squealed as he slapped it again before rubbing two fingers over it.
“S-Samu!” You cried as he pulled out. He grabbed your ankles with one hand and pushed them up, folding you in half.
“Such a cute, lil pussy,” he cooed, rubbing his fingers down your slit. Your walls fluttered around nothing. “She’s just cryin’ fer me.”
“Samu, please,” you cried. Osamu leaned down and spat directly in your hole before shoving three fingers in you.
“Clenchin’ ‘round my fingers like a whore,” he said. “Ya want my cock, baby?”
“Please, please!” You moaned loudly. “Samu, please, I want your cock in me!”
“Oh?” He asked, pressing the head of his cock against your clenching hole. He ran the head through your folds, pausing to tease your swollen clit and fluttering hole.
“Daddy!” You cried. “Daddy, I want it!”
Osamu pushed forward, shoving his cock in your tight core. You moaned as he bottomed out, the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix.
“Does my baby feel better with daddy’s cock in her?” Osamu cooed, dropping your legs on his shoulders.
You nodded. “Love daddy’s cock in me,” you moaned.
“I know, baby,” Osamu said. “Ya were made to take my cock. Isn’t that right, princess? Yer just a sweet, lil cocksleeve, meant to take daddy’s cock whenever he wants.”
“‘m jus’ daddy’s cocksleeve,” you moaned. “I was made to take daddy’s cock.”
“Good girl,” Osamu praised, slowly thrusting into you. “Yer gonna be my lil housewife, pregnant with my babies.”
You moaned, unable to speak as Osamu shoved three of his fingers in your mouth.
“Suck,” he ordered. You hollowed your cheeks, tears running down your cheeks as you gagged on his fingers. “Good girl.”
“Wanna be your good, little, housewife,” you moaned as he pulled his fingers away.
“Aw, baby, ya will be,” he said. He reached down to circle your clit. “Cream around my cock, baby.”
“Daddy,” you whined as your stomach tightened. Osamu thrusted into you harder. You cried out as your walls clamped around him, juices gushing.
“There’s my girl,” Osamu said, continuing to thrust into you. You whimpered as his cock twitched inside you.
“Cum in me, daddy, please,” you begged. “Breed me, breed me, I want you to fill me up!”
“Gonna give ya my babies,” he grunted. Osamu moaned loudly as your walls fluttered around him, finally milking an orgasm from him. His balls tightened as he filled you up. Cum dripped down your skin as he fucked you through his orgasm.
“Too much, too much,” you whined as Osamu rubbed your clit.
“Just one more,” he said. You whined as he pulled out. Quickly, before his cum could leak out, he pushed his fingers in you.
“Samu!” You whimpered as his thumb rubbed over your overly sensitive clit.
“Come on,” he grunted, rubbing your clit faster. You moaned loudly.
“Samu, Samu, Samu!” You moaned. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking harshly as he fingered you.
“Cum in my mouth, princess,” he murmured. Your thighs shook as his tongue pressed against your clit.
“Samu!” You exclaimed as you squirted into his open mouth. A mixture of your juices and his cum dripped onto the sheets and down Osamu’s chin.
“That’s my good girl,” Osamu said, wiping his face with the back of his hand.
“You’re too much,” you huffed, relaxing into the bed. Osamu smiled at you as he laid next to you.
“Breakfast in bed?” He asked. You shook your head.
“We have to clean these sheets,” you said, glancing down at the wet spot below you.
“But then we can get back in bed, right?” Osamu asked.
You smiled and nodded. “After we eat and wash the sheets, sure. And you need a shower, you smell like sex.”
“Join me?” He asked.
“No funny business, Miya Osamu.”
“Omurice and onion soup for one princess,” Osamu said, setting a plate in front of you. You smiled at the cute, panda-shaped omurice.
“Thank you,” you said. Osamu sat next to you with his own plate.
“I was thinking tomorrow we could go visit the Izanagi shrine,” Osamu said, slurping his soup.
“I’ve never been to the Izanagi shrine,” you said.
“It’s dedicated to Izanagi and Izanami,” Osamu said. You nodded.
“Sounds good,” you said. “Izanami is the goddess of creation and death isn’t she?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Izanagi was her husband. The moon and sun were born from his eyes.”
“That sounds interesting,” you said. “I’ll go.”
You ate in silence, apart from music playing from the tv in the living room.
“Back to bed?” Osamu asked after washing the dishes. You smiled and nodded.
“Back to bed,” you confirmed. Osamu lifted you easily and pecked your lips as he carried you back to bed. The freshly made bed was quickly ruined as Osamu laid you on your back, gently.
He kissed you softly before kissing down your neck. He made quick work of removing your tank top and sucking your left nipple into his mouth as he teased the other with his fingers. You moaned softly as he switched then continued to kiss down your stomach.
“Samu,” you said softly, threading your fingers in his hair.
“Jus’ let me take care of ya,” he breathed, running his fingers down your thighs, pulling your underwear down. You sighed as Osamu kissed up your inner thigh, stopping at your pubic area.
“Such a pretty pussy,” Osamu said, running his finger through your folds. “Gonna make ya cum on my tongue, princess.”
“Samu,” you moaned as he licked broadly up your slit. He moved your legs over his shoulders and wrapped his lips around your clit. He alternated between teasing it with his tongue and sucking at it softly.
“One or two?” Osamu asked.
“Two,” you said.
Osamu slowly pushed two fingers in your opening. Your mouth fell open with a low moan as he scissored you open and tongued at your clit.
“Osamu,” you moaned, tugging his hair. Osamu groaned, vibrating against your clit. “Oh?”
You gave another experimental tug, receiving the same response.
“Ya keep pulling my hair and I’m gonna fuck ya without finishing down here,” Osamu said, pulling away from you. You stared him in the eyes and pulled his hair again.
He moaned then glared up at you. “I wanted to treat ya real nice before I fucked ya again.”
“And I just want you in me,” you said. Osamu crawled up your body, hovering over you as he kissed you deeply.
“What my princess wants, she gets,” Osamu said. He kicked off his boxers and flipped you over so that you were on top.
“Want you in my mouth,” you mumbled, staring down at his hard cock. Your mouth was watering as his cock rested against his lower stomach, head swollen and dark pink, leaking precum.
“What was that, baby?” Osamu asked.
“Wanna suck you off,” you said, looking up at him. You scrambled down the mattress before he could say anything, spreading his legs slightly.
“G’head, baby,” he said, putting his hands behind his head as you placed a kitten lick to the leaking tip. You moaned at the salty taste.
You ran your tongue down his length, stopping to tease his balls. Osamu hissed as you sucked one in your mouth, gently running your tongue around it.
“Fuck, baby,” Osamu said, reaching down to grab your hair. You pulled back and pumped his cock once, twice, three times before taking the tip in your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks as you pumped the rest of his length.
“I know ya can take more than that,” Osamu said. You ignored him as your hand came up to play with his balls.
“Leave me alone,” you said, pulling back. “Just let me make you feel good.”
You took the tip back in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. Slowly, you took more of his cock in your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. Tears burned at your eyes as you gagged. Osamu groaned and bucked his hips.
“Good girl,” Osamu groaned, pulling your hair gently. You moaned around him, bobbing your head and wrapping your hand around whatever couldn’t fit in your mouth. Your other hand squeezed his balls lightly.
“Fuck, gonna cum,” Osamu grunted as his balls tightened in your hand. You pulled back.
“Cum in my mouth,” you said. You wrapped your lips around the tip and sucked. Your tongue swirled around, moaning at the taste of his precum.
“Fuck, fuck,” Osamu swore, pushing your head down his length as he came down your throat. You swallowed most of it before crawling up the bed and meeting Osamu with a messy kiss. Spit and cum ran down your chins as your tongues danced together.
“I love you,” you mumbled, as Osamu wiped your chin clean with a discarded shirt before wiping his own.
WARNINGS: anal (f receiving), threesome (ffm), rimming (f receiving), face sitting, girlxgirl, bisexual characters, filming, sharing pics/videos, unsafe sex, oral (m+f receiving), face slapping, established safe words (not used), squirting, daddy kink, spit kink, size kink, voyeurism, exhibitionism, sex toys
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You cheered loudly as your wing spiker scored the winning point. You hugged her tightly, lifting the tall girl off the ground before the rest of your team crowded around you two. You pressed a kiss to her cheeks before pulling back, allowing the rest of your teammates to congratulate her. You smiled widely as your team celebrated.
“That’s my girl!” You exclaimed, clapping your wing spiker on the back. She smiled widely, holding her arms up as she cheered.
“Couldn’t have done it without my captain!” She exclaimed, clapping you on your back. She grabbed your hand and lifted it into the air. “To Y/n! The best damn volleyball captain in Japan!”
Your team whooped and clapped.
“Okay, okay!” You shouted, still smiling. “Let’s get cleaned up so we can go out and celebrate our nationals win for real!”
You dragged behind your team as they clambered to the locker room. Osamu was standing on the sidelines, arms held open and smiling wide.
“Samu!” You exclaimed, throwing yourself at him. “I thought you couldn’t make it!”
“Like I would miss my baby’s last nationals game,” Osamu said, pulling you into a tight hug. “The guys made it, too.” Osamu pointed towards the stands.
You turned to look, immediately finding a tall group of guys. Atsumu, Suna, Sakusa, Hinata, and Bokuto were all cheering. You waved at them.
“They all insisted on being here for you,” Osamu said. Your eyes burned with tears.
“I’m glad you all could make it,” you said, rubbing your eyes.
“We wouldn’t miss it,” Osamu said, hugging you again. “Now go get clean so we can go out.”
“One vodka cran and a jack and coke!” You said to the bartender. He nodded and made your drinks, quickly handing them to you and Osamu, who hovered over your shoulder.
You followed Osamu back to the area where your team stood around.
“Now that our lovely captain is here, let’s get fucked up!” Your libero, Hanako, exclaimed, raising her drink in the air.
The rest of the team cheered and raised their glasses. You raised your glass then chugged the contents of it, setting the empty glass on a side table.
“I say we start the night with shots!” You exclaimed. Your team cheered.
“I’ll get them,” Osamu said.
“I’ll help!” Hinata exclaimed, following Osamu back to the bar.
“So, MSBY and an EJP Raijin showed up to our game, then they came out with us to celebrate,” your wing spiker, Mai, said, standing next to you.
“You forgot Olympic gold medalists,” a middle blocker, Kanae, said, sipping her drink.
“Want me to introduce you?” You asked. “Tsumu and Omi have a little thing going on, but Sunarin, Sho-kun, and Bokkun are single.”
“You’re on nickname basis with Olympic gold medalists,” Kanae said.
“Oh, you don’t know the half of it,” you said as Atsumu walked up to you. He threw his arm over your shoulders.
“My favourite niece! Y/n-chan!” Atsumu exclaimed. Kanae and Mai both raised an eyebrow.
“Inside joke,” you said. You faced Atsumu. “Where’s Kiyo-kun?”
“He’s getting our drinks,” Atsumu said. “Who are these pretty, young ladies?”
He winked at Kanae and Mai, making them blush deeply.
“This is my starting wing spiker, Mai. She’s the one who scored the winning point,” you said. “And this is my middle blocker, Kanae. Mai, Kanae, this is Miya Atsumu, setter for MSBY Black Jackals and resident pain in my ass.”
“She loves me,” Atsumu said. Sakusa wandered up, holding out a fruity looking drink for Atsumu while he sipped a glass of dark liquor.
“Unfortunately,” you teased. “And this is his better half, Sakusa Kiyoomi, outside hitter for MSBY Black Jackals.”
“Hello,” Sakusa said.
“Oh, this is Mai and Kanae, my wing spiker and middle blocker,” you said.
“Who wants shots?!” Hinata exclaimed, walking up with a plate of shots. Osamu followed behind him with another plate.
“Hell yeah!” You exclaimed. The team all grabbed a shot, toasting before throwing them back. You grabbed an extra and tossed it back easily.
“Careful,” Osamu whispered in your ear.
You smiled at him as you grabbed a third shot. “Careful is my middle name.”
The night passed in flashes. One moment you were throwing back your third shot, the next you were on the dance floor, grinding against Hanako as the small girl groped your hips. Nana, your opposite hitter, was dancing against you, caressing your sides.
You could see Osamu watching from the sidelines, sitting in a leather chair and looking for all the world like he owned the club. He took a sip from his drink as he caught your eye.
“Hey! Eyes on me!” Nana exclaimed, grabbing your face. Her thumb traced your bottom lip. “I heard they’re doing body shots at the bar!”
You nodded and let her drag you to the bar. You laid across the bar and sat still as they salted your body, pouring tequila in your belly button and placing a lime between your lips.
Osamu appeared in your vision as Nana licked the salt from your skin. He was blocked as she grabbed the lime from you with her teeth. She bit the lime and swallowed the shot before pulling you up into a sloppy kiss. The bar raged as her hands found their way up your cropped shirt and her tongue danced against yours. You met Osamu’s eyes again as your hands caressed Nana’s sides. His eyes were dark as he watched you grope the other girl’s ass.
“Samu,” you mumbled, pulling away from the kiss. Nana kissed down your neck, licking and sucking.
You moaned as Nana bit your skin and Osamu came closer.
“That’s more than enough,” Osamu said, grabbing Nana by the hair. The tall girl let out a moan as her head fell back. “If y’all wanna fuck, let’s not do it on the bar.”
“Samu,” you said, hopping off the bar with wobbly legs.
“Come on,” he said, letting Nana go. “Ya wanna come?”
Nana nodded quickly.
“Uber’s outside,” Osamu said. You and Nana followed him obediently.
He opened the door to the car and helped you both in the backseat.
Nana crawled in your lap as soon as Osamu shut the door behind him. You looked at him.
“G’head,” he said. You kissed Nana deeply, teeth clashing and tongues battling for dominance.
“Y/n,” she moaned as you kissed down her throat. You moaned as she ground against you, forcing her short dress even higher on her hips. Osamu pulled her from your lap into his.
“I think it’s kinda rude just to play with my toys without askin’,” Osamu said. Nana whimpered as Osamu’s hands pushed her dress up, revealing her lace covered ass.
You moaned as Osamu kissed her, tongues messily sliding together and spit running down their chins. Is this what it looked like when you kissed?
Osamu slapped Nana’s ass heavily, making the opposite hitter jump and thrust her hips against Osamu’s. You whined, wanting to feel him under you.
“Samu,” you whined, reaching out and grabbing his shoulder.
The car came to a stop in front of your apartment building. Osamu handed the driver a wad of cash and climbed out of the car, still holding Nana as she kissed down his throat. You followed after them, stumbling in your heels.
“Come ‘ere, baby,” Osamu said, turning towards you. He moved Nana to one arm and held out his other for you. You grabbed his arm and stumbled alongside him as he led you to the elevator.
The elevator ride was quick and before you knew it, you were being pressed against your door by Nana as Osamu watched.
Nana pushed your shirt up and over your head, releasing your bare breasts. She looked at Osamu.
“G’head,” he said. She leaned down, kissing and biting your breasts as Osamu came up behind her. He pushed her dress up around her waist and kneaded her ass as he kissed her neck.
“Nana,” you moaned as her hand pushed down the front of your skirt and panties. She hummed as she rubbed your clit. “Bedroom.”
Osamu led the two of you to the bedroom, pushing you both on to the bed. He pulled his shirt off and Nana immediately got on her knees, still on the bed, and ran her hands over his broad chest.
“You’re selfish,” she said, turning to look at you. “Keeping this all to yourself.”
“Not all to myself if you’re here,” you said, kneeling next to her. Your fingers flicked at one of his pierced nipples as Nana wrapped her lips around the other. Osamu grabbed both of you by the hair and pulled you back. Nana let out a whine.
“I want you both on the floor on your knees,” Osamu said. You both scrambled to the floor as Osamu undid his jeans, kicking them off, along with his boxers.
His cock bobbed heavily between his legs and your mouth watered. Nana, on the other hand, paled.
“You really take all of that?” She asked.
“And more sometimes,” you said, nodding. You watched as she kitten licked the pierced tip.
“Be a good girl and don’t tease,” Osamu said, tapping his cock against her cheek. Nana nodded and sucked the tip in her mouth, hollowing her cheeks. You kissed along the thick shaft, teasing the prominent veins with your tongue as Nana bobbed her head.
Osamu moaned as he tangled his fingers in her long, black hair.
“Good girl,” he moaned, forcing her to take more. She gagged but forced herself to take more.
You sucked one of his balls in your mouth, gently squeezing the other one. You pulled away and pulled Nana away. You pulled her into a bruising kiss, biting her lower lip as she pulled away. You took Osamu’s cock in your mouth and wrapped your hand around what you couldn’t fit.
“That’s my girl,” Osamu said as you forced yourself farther on his cock. You pulled back and jerked his cock, feeling his cock twitching in your hands.
“Gonna cum, daddy?” You asked. Osamu moaned and nodded.
“Want him to cum on my face,” Nana said. Osamu knocked your hands away and pumped himself quickly as you and Nana waited.
“Open yer mouths,” Osamu said. Your tongue fell out of your mouth just as hot cum spurted from Osamu’s cock. You moaned as it landed on your tongue and cheeks. “Don’t swallow.”
You pulled Nana in for a messy kiss, pushing cum into her mouth. She moaned as cum and spit ran down your chins. You pulled back, strands of cum and spit still connecting you to Nana.
“Fuck,” Nana swore. You grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it off, leaving her in just a pair of white lace panties.
You kneaded her breasts as you kissed her again. Osamu pulled your skirt and panties off.
“How do you wanna do this?” You breathed. “You want Samu’s cock first?”
Nana glanced at Osamu, who was currently kissing your shoulder.
“Want to sit on your face first,” she said. You climbed on the bed and laid back. Nana slowly peeled her panties off before climbing next to you. Osamu slapped her ass, making her jump.
“Gonna look so cute on my baby’s face, sweetheart,” Osamu said. You smiled at him before Nana straddled your face, facing Osamu between your thighs.
“Watch how well she takes me,” Osamu said, spreading your legs as you placed a few kitten licks to Nana’s cunt. You felt Osamu’s cock slap against your clit a few times before he pressed it against your tight hole. You moaned in anticipation.
“It-It looks too big,” Nana stuttered as you sucked at her clit. “It’s not gonna fit.”
“I have my baby well trained,” Osamu said, patting your thigh. “I’ll have ya takin’ the whole thing, too, by the time the night’s over. Ya’ll be beggin’ fer me, sweetheart.”
Nana shivered as you slurped up her juices. You wiggled your hips, desperate for Osamu to fuck you.
Osamu slowly pushed his cock in, stretching your cunt. You moaned under Nana, wrapping your arms around her thighs and pulling her down more. Your tongue flicked against her clit as Osamu rutted into you at a steady pace.
“Fuck, she’s so stretched out around you,” Nana moaned, bucking her hips. “I want it.”
“She takes me so well,” Osamu grunted. “Her lil cunt just sucks me in.”
Nana whined as Osamu reached forward and squeezed her breast, pinching and pulling her nipple.
“Osamu,” Nana moaned. You slapped her ass.
“Someone’s jealous,” Osamu teased, snapping his hips against yours. You whimpered as his cock threatened to breach your cervix.
“I can see how deep you’re in her,” Nana said, running her hands along the small bulge between your hips. Osamu moaned as she pressed down. “So— fuck!— so deep!”
You sucked harshly at her clit.
“Come ‘ere,” Osamu said, pulling Nana forward. Their lips molded together as Nana bounced on your tongue and Osamu pounded into you.
You whined as Nana’s slim fingers rubbed fast circles over your clit. Osamu hiked your legs up, throwing them over his shoulders as his balls slapped against your ass.
“Gonna cum,” you gasped. You pulled Nana back down and sucked at her clit. She gasped as she came over your face, cum gushing out and coating your chin. She whimpered as you lapped at her messy cunt.
“Too much!” She exclaimed, bucking her hips. You let her thighs go and she fell to the side, laying next to you as Osamu continued to fuck you. She breathed heavily as you licked your lips.
“Samu!” You cried out as he slapped your clit.
“Come here.” Nana pulled your face over to meet hers. You moaned against her lips as the knot in your stomach tightened.
“Gonna make a mess in front of yer friend?” Osamu asked, pushing your legs against your chest. You nodded. “G’head, make a mess fer me.”
“Fuck, daddy!” You moaned. Osamu reached down and pinched your clit lightly. You moaned loudly as the knot in your stomach snapped. Your orgasm squirted out of you, juices coating Osamu’s stomach and dripping down to the bed.
“Fuck,” Nana said, watching with starry eyes as your eyes rolled back. Osamu pulled out, holding the base of his cock.
“Wanna taste?” He asked, gesturing to your leaking cunt. Nana nodded enthusiastically and crawled down the bed before burying her face in your cunt. You whimpered as her tongue licked into your hot core.
“Tastes good,” Nana said. She looked up at Osamu. “Would taste better with your cum leaking out of her.”
“Why don’t we find out?” Osamu asked. Nana moved over as Osamu thrusted back into you. It only took one, two, three thrusts before your gummy, tight walls milked his second orgasm. You moaned as you felt his hot cum fill you up. Nana leaned down, licking around where Osamu’s cock met your stretched cunt.
“Fuck, eat my cum out of her,” Osamu said, pulling away from you. You moaned as Nana’s tongue dug into your hole.
“Fuck,” you hissed as she pressed two fingers into you. She licked a broad stripe up your slit, slurping up a mixture of your juices and Osamu’s cum.
“I was right,” Nana said, leaning back on her feet as you gasped for breath.
“Ya ready to take me, sweetheart?” Osamu asked, rubbing his hands over Nana’s back. Nana nodded.
“How do you want me, daddy?” She asked, turning her head up to look at Osamu. You moaned softly.
“Oh, I’m gonna fold ya in half, sweetheart,” Osamu said, pushing her down on the mattress.
Nana laid beside you on her back, spreading her legs and reaching down to spread her folds, showing off her tight hole.
“Condom?” Osamu asked. Nana shook her head.
“I’m clean,” she said. “Want you to cum inside me, daddy.”
“Fuck, okay,” Osamu said.
You crawled down the bed, kneeling behind Osamu, watching over his shoulder as he lined up the fat head of his cock with her tight entrance. You ran your hands over Osamu’s shoulders, then wrapped your arms around his chest. Your hands rubbed over his chest as you rested your head on his shoulder. Nana whined as he teased her clit with the head of his cock.
“No teasing!” She whined. “Want you in me, wanna feel your fat cock stretching me out.”
“Ya sure you can take it?” Osamu asked, pressing the tip in. Nana moaned.
“Want it,” she keened. “Please, daddy.”
“If ya insist, sweetheart,” Osamu said. You kissed his neck as he snapped his hips forward. Nana’s back arched as she let out a loud moan.
“Ah, ah! Hurts!” She exclaimed, fisting the blanket below her. Osamu stilled, allowing her time to adjust. He rubbed her clit softly, helping her relax.
“Yer so tight, squeezin’ me t’ death with that tight cunt o’ yers,” Osamu said, rolling his hips shallowly.
Nana let out a breathy laugh. “Can hardly understand you.”
“His accent gets thicker when he can’t think,” you said, nipping his neck. “He can’t think when he’s getting his dick wet.”
“Shut up,” Osamu said, smiling at you. “I can think a lot o’ thoughts right now. Like how I wanna pound this lil pussy ‘til she cries.”
“Do it,” you challenged. “I wanna see her cry over your cock.”
Osamu slowly pulled out. Nana moaned.
“Ready, sweetheart?” Osamu asked. She nodded. Osamu pushed her legs into her chest.
“She’s the most flexible on the team,” you whispered in his ear. “Can put both of her feet behind her head.”
Osamu groaned and pushed further, until her ankles were parallel with her ears.
“Fuck,” Osamu swore. He thrusted into her at a steady pace. Nana whimpered as his cock hit her cervix and his piercing dragged against her walls.
“More, more, please, daddy,” she gasped. You moved around the bed, holding her legs in place as Osamu grabbed her thick thighs, pulling her to meet his powerful thrusts. Their skin slapped together noisily and you moaned at the sight of Osamu’s cock disappearing into her wet cunt.
“Fuck her harder,” you said. Osamu’s hips sped up. “You’re so wet, Nana. You’re leaking all over my blanket.”
“S-Sorry,” she stuttered. “Sit on my face so I can apologise?”
“You’re not going hard enough if she can still speak coherently,” you said, letting her legs go. You straddled her face. You moaned loudly as her tongue slid through your folds, teasing your clit.
Osamu grabbed her ankles and spread her legs apart as he pounded into her.
Her tongue circled your clit. Your back arched as she wrapped her arms around your thighs.
“Rub her clit, want her t’ cum ‘round my cock,” Osamu grunted. You nodded and leaned down, rubbing your fingers over her clit. Her tongue stopped as she moaned against you. You bucked your hips, eager for friction.
“Just stick your tongue out,” you said. Nana obeyed, letting you grind against her tongue.
“Fuck, she’s squeezin’ me so tight,” Osamu moaned. He snapped his hips harshly and Nana cried out.
“Fuck, he’s— Fuck!” She screamed. Osamu slowed down. “Keep-Keep going!”
“He’s fucking past your cervix, yeah?” You asked. “Hurts but feels so fucking good.”
Nana moaned and her arms fell limply to her sides as Osamu roughly fucked her.
“Tongue,” you said. She stuck her tongue out again. You moved your hips back and forth, dragging your clit across her tongue. “Gonna cum, Nana.”
She suckled lightly at your clit as your juices gushed over her face. You ground against her face as your thighs shook from overstimulation.
Nana moaned out, her words muffled by your cunt. You crawled off of her and fell limp beside her.
“Gonna cum,” she repeated. Her eyes rolled back and her fingers dug into the blanket as Osamu moaned. You reached down and rubbed her clit. She tensed up and cum gushed around Osamu’s cock as she cried out.
“Good girl,” Osamu praised. He knocked your hand out of the way and slapped her clit. “Gonna make ya cum again and again, sweetheart.”
Nana whimpered as Osamu continued to fuck her and alternate between rubbing and slapping her clit. You leaned back and slowly rubbed your own clit.
“Fuck, fuck,” Nana moaned. “Hit me, hit me.”
Osamu slapped her clit and she shook her head.
“Tell daddy what ya want, sweetheart,” Osamu said.
“The face, slap me in the face,” Nana moaned. “Please, daddy.”
Osamu’s hips stuttered as he looked down at Nana.
“Fuck, okay,” he said. He leaned forward and his hand connected with her face with a light slap.
“Harder,” Nana said, looking fucked out. Osamu slapped her harder and all three of you moaned as her face turned. “Again.”
“What a fuckin’ naughty girl,” Osamu said. His hand connected to her face with a loud slap.
Nana moaned and you rubbed your clit harder.
“That turn ya on, baby?” Osamu asked, looking over at you. You nodded.
“Want it,” you moaned.
“Come ‘ere,” he said, reaching over and yanking you up. You leaned back on your elbows as his hand rushed towards you. Your head spun as his hand connected and your head turned with a moan.
“Oh, fuck!” Nana swore, throwing her head back as she squirted around Osamu’s cock.
“Want me t’ fill ya up?” Osamu asked, fucking her through her orgasm.
Nana nodded. Osamu braced his foot against the bed and pistoned his cock in and out. He let out a long moan as his hips stuttered. He breathed deeply before pulling out.
You watched as Osamu’s cum poured out of her, dripping onto the bed.
All three of you breathed heavily as Osamu collapsed beside you.
“Bathroom?” Nana asked after she caught her breath.
“Through those doors,” you said, pointing to the connected bathroom.
Her legs wobbled and she fell back on the bed. You stood up, wobbly legged, and helped her to the bathroom.
“You really take that on a regular basis?” She asked, sitting down on the toilet.
“Every night if I’m lucky,” you said, sitting on the counter. “Sometimes more.”
“How do you just walk around like you didn’t get your insides rearranged?” She asked. “You come to practice and run around like your soul didn’t get fucked out of you.”
“What about you? You like to get the fuck slapped out of you,” you laughed.
“Apparently, so do you,” she shot back.
“It was nice,” you said, sighing happily. “You should try choking, though. Once, Samu choked me until I passed out, best orgasm I ever had.”
“Maybe I will,” she said, standing up. The two of you stumbled back to bed, where Osamu had pulled on a pair of boxers. You crawled next to him and held your arms open for Nana. She crawled in and wrapped her arms around you, burying her head in your neck. You sighed happily as Osamu slung an arm around your waist.
“No, like this,” you said, pumping Osamu’s cock. “You gotta twist.”
“Okay, okay,” Nana said, copying you. Osamu groaned as he woke up.
“Morning, baby,” you said, smiling up at him. Nana leaned down and licked down the side of his cock.
“Mornin’,” Osamu mumbled. You leaned down and licked the other side of his cock, tongue meeting Nana’s in the middle. You both moaned around his cock. Your lips met around the tip and you twisted your tongues together.
“Fuck,” Osamu swore, grabbing both of you by the hair and pulling you back. “One o’ ya is gonna take my cock down yer throat.”
You leaned in and took the tip in your mouth, bobbing your head as Nana leaned down and kissed his sac.
“Come on, I know ya can take more than that,” Osamu said, pushing you down on his cock. Your eyes watered as you choked around him. The corners of your mouth burned as your lips stretched around his cock, but you ignored it as Osamu groaned. Nana pulled away as Osamu forced you lower. Your jaw ached but soon your nose was buried in soft curls.
“Fuck, I can feel you in her throat,” Nana said, wrapping her hands around your neck.
Osamu held you there until you got lightheaded from lack of oxygen. You tapped on his thigh and he pulled you off his cock. You gasped for air as spit ran down your chin.
“Tongues out,” Osamu said, tugging at his throbbing cock. Nana leaned down next to you just as the first spurt of cum hit your tongue. The next landed on Nana’s waiting tongue and the rest landed on your chests.
“Clean her up,” Osamu said, shoving you into Nana’s chest. You licked the cum off her breasts, flicking your tongue over her pebbled nipples.
“Did I say you could swallow?” Osamu asked, grabbing Nana’s jaw roughly. She shook her head and Osamu’s hand connected with her already red cheek. She moaned.
“Sorry, daddy, I couldn’t help it, you taste so good,” she said as you pulled away from her.
“Show her how good girls hold daddy’s cum,” Osamu said, grabbing your hair. Your mouth fell open, showing off all the cum you’d licked off Nana’s chest. “Come ‘ere, my sweet girl.”
Osamu pulled you into a deep kiss, pulling your body against his, covering his chest with the cum on your breasts.
“Now, clean us up,” Osamu said, pulling you down next to him. Nana crawled over Osamu, straddling his waist as she leaned down and licked his chest clean. She leaned over to you and licked the cum off your breasts.
“Good girl,” Osamu said as she showed him the mouthful of cum. He pulled Nana into a kiss, pulling away when cum dripped down her chin. “Now you can swallow.”
“Thank you, daddy,” she said. She rolled over to Osamu’s other side and curled into his side.
“Breakfast?” Osamu asked, holding both of you against him. You nodded. “Pancakes alright?”
You both nodded again. You whined as Osamu sat up. He rolled over you, kissing your forehead before pulling his boxers on and wandering out of the bedroom.
You scooted over until you were flush against Nana.
“Still horny?” She asked, slotting her thigh between your legs. You nodded as you ground down against her thigh. She pressed her lips against yours, grabbing your hips and guiding you.
You moaned softly against her lips as your clit rubbed against her flexing thighs. She rolled you over so that she was on top of you.
“Hold on,” she mumbled. You pulled back as she crawled down the bed, spreading your legs. She pressed two fingers into your wet heat and leaned down to lap at your clit.
“Oh,” you moaned, throwing your head back. She pushed your knees into your chest, and pressed a kiss to your ankle.
“Hold your legs up for me,” she said. You wrapped your arms under your knees as she pushed three fingers into your core,
“Harder, harder,” you moaned. Her other hand came down on your clit as her fingers pumped in and out of you.
“Next time, I’m gonna give you my strap,” she said. You moaned and nodded.
“Please, please, want your strap,” you begged.
“Have one even bigger than Osamu,” she said, strumming your clit. “Just for size queens like you.”
“Want it,” you whined.
“Yeah? Osamu not enough to please your little cunt? You need more? Maybe we’ll fuck you at the same time. He ever take your ass?” Nana asked. She pulled her fingers out of you and slid one down, pressing it against your other hole.
Your eyes flew open as she pressed her finger past the tight ring of muscles.
“Nana!” You gasped. She slowly pushed her finger all the way in.
“So fucking tight, bet you’ve never had anything up here, have you?” Nana asked. Your face heated up as you shook your head. “I’m gonna stretch you out and then we’ll see if Osamu can fit his cock in here without breaking you.”
“Feels weird,” you mumbled as she thrusted her finger in and out of you.
“Good weird?” She asked. You nodded and moaned as she added another finger. “Think you can cum just from this?”
“Dunno,” you said. You threw your head back and moaned as she scissored her fingers, stretching your hole.
“God, I wanna see you take his cock,” Nana groaned. She pulled her fingers out and spat directly in your hole as you clenched around nothing. “He’s not gonna last once he feels how tight you are. It’ll be over in seconds.”
“Sa-Samu can keep going,” you moaned as she inserted three fingers. “He can fuck me through his orgasm.”
“Oh?” Nana asked, twisting her fingers in you. “Aw, look at your little pussy, just clenching around nothing. You got something I can put in there?”
You nodded and pointed to Osamu’s bedside table.
Nana leaned over and pulled out a sparkly pink dildo. It was barely anything compared to Osamu, bought as a gag gift by Atsumu. It was six inches long and of average girth.
Nana ran it through your folds, slapping your clit with it a couple of times before shoving it in your needy hole. You moaned loudly as she thrusted it in and out of you, following the pace her fingers went in your ass.
“Oh, oh, oh!” You moaned. “Nana, so close, please, please!”
She shoved the dildo in you deeply and leaned down to suck on your clit.
“Gonna-gon’ cu—“ You came with a shout, clenching around the silicone toy and Nana’s fingers and squirting into her face.
“Yes, yes, fuck,” Nana moaned, licking your juices off her lips. “Fuck, you’re so hot. Squirting in my face like that. If I was Osamu, I’d never be away from your cunt.”
“He-He isn’t,” you said, smiling weakly as you tried to catch your breath. “I have to beat him off with a stick sometimes.”
“Pancakes are—“ Osamu paused, taking in the scene in front of him. The pink dildo was still shoved in you and Nana’s fingers were still knuckle deep in your ass.
“I’m just prepping her for you, daddy,” Nana said, innocently. She twisted her fingers, drawing a moan from you. “You think three fingers are enough or should I add another?”
“Add another,” Osamu breathed, coming closer. His eyes were blown wide and his cock strained against his boxers. Nana added a fourth finger and you bucked your hips.
“She’s so tight back here, daddy,” Nana moaned. “See how she’s just sucking my fingers in?”
“Fuck,” Osamu swore, palming himself through his boxers. “Let me just—“ He grabbed the base of the pink dildo and moved it slowly. You arched your back and moaned.
“Daddy,” you keened, fisting the blanket. “Daddy, I want you in me.”
“What hole, baby?” He asked. “They’re both so needy.”
Your face burned again. “Want you in my ass, daddy,” you mumbled.
“What was that, sweet girl?” Osamu asked, smiling cheekily.
“My ass, daddy!” You exclaimed. “Wanna feel you stretch me out.”
“That’s my girl,” Osamu said, pinching your thigh lightly. He pulled the dildo out and handed it to Nana. She moved out of the way, leaning against the headboard next to you. “There’s lube in that top drawer.” Osamu pointed to his bedside table.
Nana reached over and grabbed a small bottle of lube and handed it to Osamu.
He generously lubed his cock and drizzled some on your stretched asshole, rubbing it around with two fingers.
“Ya ready, princess?” He asked, pressing the fat head of his cock to your virgin hole. A shiver went up your spine as you nodded.
“Yes, daddy,” you said. He nodded and slowly popped the mushroom head of his cock in.
You whined at the intrusion. Even four of Nana’s fingers didn’t prepare you for the stretch Osamu’s head caused.
“Slowly, daddy, slowly,” you said. Osamu nodded again and slowly, slowly, inch by inch, stretched your ass.
“So- fucking- tight,” Osamu grunted as he bottomed out. Nana moaned as she rubbed her clit. “Hand me my phone.”
Nana reached over to the bedside table and handed Osamu his phone.
“Think the guys will enjoy this?” Osamu asked as he started recording. His cock slid slowly in and out of your ass. He pulled out and watched as your little hole fluttered around nothing.
“Daddy,” you whined, bucking your hips desperately. “Need you.”
Osamu zoomed the camera in as his cock stretched your hole out.
“Think ya can take more?” Osamu asked. You nodded. “Nana, bring that dildo down here.”
Osamu zoomed out and turned the camera towards Nana as she crawled down the bed, holding the pink dildo in her hand.
“Say hi,” Osamu said, smiling. Nana waved to the camera before she slowly slid the pink dildo into your cunt. Your back arched off the bed as you moaned.
“So full,” you moaned. They fell into a nice rhythm, one pushing in when the other pulled out, so you were never empty.
“Look how tight she is,” Osamu said, moving the camera closer to you. “She’s the best lil cocksleeve. Who’s making ya feel good, baby?”
“Daddy and Nana,” you moaned. Osamu snapped his hips against your ass.
“Yer clenchin’ ‘round me so tight, ya gonna cum?” Osamu asked. You nodded.
“Gonna cum for daddy and Nana,” you moaned.
“Come on, cum around his cock,” Nana said. You whimpered as they changed the rhythm, both pumping into you at the same time.
“Fuck,” you hissed as Osamu’s piercing dragged against your sensitive walls. Your walls clenched around silicone and flesh as your stomach tightened.
“Come on, cum for daddy,” Osamu said, pressing down on the bulge between your hips. He turned the camera towards your face. You moaned loudly as your eyes rolled back and your walls fluttered. You gushed around the fake cock as Osamu gasped.
“Fuck, she’s so tight,” he grunted. You fell limp as they continued to fuck you. Nana sighed. “What is it, sweetheart?”
“Need something in me,” she said.
“Fuck yerself with the dildo,” Osamu said. She leaned back next to you and shoved the dildo deep in her cunt with a loud moan.
Osamu filmed her as she fucked herself.
“Not enough,” she whined. “Not enough after taking your fat cock.”
“Oh, yeah? Ya want my cock again?” Osamu asked. She nodded. “I ruined ya fer any other cock, isn’t that right, sweetheart? Don’t worry, after this ya can ride my cock ‘til ya cry.”
“Please, please, daddy,” she cried, moving the dildo faster.
“Daddy,” you whined, upset with the lack of attention you were getting.
“What is it, baby? Ya want daddy’s attention?” Osamu asked. “My cock isn’t enough fer ya?”
“Want you to cum in me,” you said, reaching down to rub your clit.
“Oh, my baby wants daddy’s cum?” Osamu asked, tilting your hips up with his free hand. You moaned loudly. “Don’t worry, baby, I’m gonna give it to ya.”
Osamu held his phone tightly as he pounded your ass.
“Fuck, baby, squeeze ‘round me again,” Osamu said. You clenched around him. He landed a smack on your clit, making your walls clamp down.
“There we go,” he said. He zoomed the camera in as his cock throbbed. “Fuck, gonna fill ya up, baby.”
“Please, please, daddy, please!” You cried as he slapped your clit again. He let out a low groan as his cum flooded your ass.
He fucked you through his orgasm, each thrust highlighted by a nasty squelch as his cum was forced out of your hole.
“Fuck, baby,” Osamu said, pulling out. Your ass clenched around nothing, forcing his cum out. He moved the camera closer as his cum dripped out of you. “Both o’ ya, come ‘ere.”
You whined as you crawled down the bed, kneeling in front of Osamu next to Nana.
“Clean me up,” he said. You both leaned down, licking up the sides of his cum coated cock. Your tongues met around his tip. You kissed Nana messily, pushing cum into her mouth and moaning when she pushed it back.
“Open,” Osamu ordered. He grabbed your chin roughly and held his phone to your mouth. “Now swallow.”
You swallowed his cum greedily. He shook your face and you opened your mouth again, showing off the lack of cum.
He grabbed your tongue and shoved his fingers in your mouth as you gagged.
“Good girl,” he said. He turned his phone towards Nana and gave her the same treatment.
“Say bye to the boys fer now,” Osamu said, leaning back to get you both on camera.
“Bye bye,” you said, waving at the camera with a wide smile. Nana waved at the camera with a sultry smile.
“So, who are the boys?” Nana asked, after Osamu sat his phone down.
“Just the guys from last night,” you said. “I suspect the group chat’ll be popping off soon.”
Almost immediately, your phone started going off. You grabbed it from the bedside table as you leaned back against the headboard. Nana leaned next to you as Osamu went back to the kitchen.
uncle tsumu: ‘fuck, i want her ass next time, samu’
kiyo-kun: ‘who’s the extra one? is she going to be a regular addition bc fuck she’s hot’
sho-kun: ‘nana deserves a nice cock too’
sho-kun: ‘more than willing to volunteer’
sunarin: ‘how are you going so hard this early in the morning?’
bokkun: ‘send more girlxgirl action’
uncle tsumu: ‘^^ seconded’
“Should we send them a little something?” You asked, looking over at Nana.
“Definitely,” she said. You opened your camera and held your phone out as you pulled Nana into a sloppy kiss. You grabbed her breast, rolling her nipple between your thumb and forefinger.
Nana smiled against your lips and bit your bottom lip as she pulled back. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
You stopped the recording and sent the video in the group chat before tossing your phone to the side.
“Who said I can’t finish?” You asked, pouncing on top of her.
“Me,” Osamu said, coming in holding two plates in his hands. “Food first then sex.”
Your stomach grumbled as he propped up a tray and sat it over your lap. He propped another one over Nana’s lap.
“Chocolate chip and pecan pancakes for my baby,” Osamu said, handing you your plate. He handed the other plate to Nana. “And chocolate chip for my sweetheart. I didn’t know what ya liked so I played it safe. I can make ya something different if ya don’t like them though.”
“Chocolate chips are good,” Nana said. “Do you have syrup?”
“Blueberry and maple,” he said, holding out two bottles.
“Blueberry, please,” Nana said. Osamu poured syrup over her pancakes before moving to yours.
“Thank you, Samu,” you said, taking a bite.
“Thank you,” Nana said. Osamu sat cross legged at the foot of the bed as he ate. You leaned forward, offering him a bite of your pancake.
“Thank ya, baby,” he said, chewing. You smiled at him.
You leaned back and closed your eyes once you finished.
“Want me to run a bath?” Osamu asked. You glanced at Nana.
“It’s big enough for two,” you said. You glanced at Osamu. “Or three.”
“I could go for a bath,” she said.
Osamu nodded and grabbed your plates and trays, taking them back to the kitchen before returning and entering the bathroom. You heard the water start.
“Is he always like this?” Nana asked, leaning her head on your shoulder.
“Like what?” You asked.
“This. Making breakfast, offering to run you a bath, actually making you cum,” Nana said. “I don’t know, perfect?”
You smiled widely. “Yeah, he’s always like this. He doesn’t have a mean bone in his body.”
“Ready?” Osamu asked, peeking his head around the bathroom door.
“I am,” Nana said, rolling off the bed. Her legs wobbled slightly but she stayed upright. You weren’t as lucky, falling back onto the bed as soon as you stood up.
“Let me get ya, baby,” Osamu said, coming over and swooping you up.
Nana was already sinking into the steaming water when Osamu lowered you down on the other side of the tub.
“Do either of ya want anything?” He asked. You both shook your heads. “Call if ya need anything.”
Osamu left the two of you alone. You moved over to sit beside Nana.
“I’m gonna be walking funny for a week,” you said. Nana laughed.
“With any luck, so will I,” she said, winking at you.
“People are going to think we got beat up,” you said. “Bruises on our cheeks and limping.”
“That’s how you know it was good sex,” she said. She pulled you on top of her, so you were straddling her.
“You’re as bad as Osamu,” you murmured as she kissed your neck.
“Oh, I’m worse.”
You let out a breathy moan as she nibbled your neck. When you opened your eyes, Osamu was watching from the counter.
“Samu,” you moaned as he palmed himself through his boxers.
“Uh-uh, you’re not paying attention to him right now, just me,” Nana said, grabbing your chin and turning your head. She shoved her thumb in your mouth. “Suck.”
You obediently sucked on her thumb, hollowing your cheeks as she guided your hips on her thighs.
“Want more,” you mumbled, lips still wrapped around her thumb. You bucked your hips.
“Take it,” she said. You whined as she flexed her thighs. You glanced over to Osamu, who had pushed his boxers to the floor and was slowly jerking his cock.
“Eyes on me,” Nana said. She rubbed your cheek before placing a sharp slap on it. You moaned. “Forget Osamu’s here. He’s not getting you off right now, I am.”
“Can’t- can’t help it,” you said. “He’s so fucking distracting.”
“If you look at him again before you cum, I’ll make you watch him fuck me and you will not be getting off,” she said. You nodded as she bounced her thigh. Osamu let out a breathy moan that had you struggling not to turn your head.
She pulled you into another kiss, slotting your lips together and sucking your tongue. You moaned into the kiss as she groped your breasts, pinching and tugging on your nipples.
“Fuck,” Osamu hissed. You could hear the slick sounds of his hand going up and down his cock. You closed your eyes.
“Nope,” Nana said, grabbing a fist full of your hair and pulling your head back. “I said, eyes on me.” You moaned as she kissed down your throat.
“Can I film?” Osamu asked. You fought the urge to look at him.
“Go ahead,” Nana said, lazily looking over at him as you sucked on her neck. “Remember, no looking at him.”
You heard Osamu’s feet hit the ground as he left the bathroom. You ground against Nana’s thighs, pointedly ignoring Osamu as he came back in, holding his phone on the two of you.
“Say hi,” Osamu said. Nana turned and waved at the camera.
“You don’t wanna say hi, Y/n?” Nana asked, smirking at you. You shook your head.
“Come on, let me see yer pretty face, baby,” Osamu said. You shook your head again.
“Wanna get off,” you said, bucking your hips against Nana’s thighs.
“The boys are gonna be so upset they can’t see your pretty face,” Nana said.
“Yeah, baby, why don’t ya just look at me and give me a big smile?” Osamu asked. You looked down to where your pussy was grinding against Nana’s strong thighs, ignoring Osamu.
“Eyes up, babe,” Nana said, tilting your chin up. You looked up at her. Her dark eyes were swallowing you whole as she took you in.
“Shit, baby, gonna hurt my feelin’s,” Osamu said, stroking his cock as he filmed you. “Look at daddy.”
“Can’t,” you whined, throwing your head back. “Wanna, so bad, daddy.”
“Look at me,” Nana said, once again tilting your chin to face her. She kissed you deeply. You rutted against her thighs, eager to cum. You could feel your orgasm building in your stomach.
“Nana,” you moaned, grinding down harder.
“Gonna cum, babe?” She asked. You grabbed her shoulders, nodding.
“Wanna look at the camera while ya cum, sweet girl?” Osamu asked. You shook your head.
You panted as you got closer and closer. Nana leaned down and sucked one of your nipples in her mouth, kneading the other one while her other hand guided your hips.
“Fuck, fuck,” you moaned, throwing your head back. Your walls fluttered around nothing as you came over Nana’s thighs. The water washed away your slick as Nana grabbed your ass.
“Good girl,” she praised, grabbing your hair. she pulled you into a bruising kiss, biting your bottom lip. “Wanna look at daddy now? He’s about to cum.”
Your eyes flew to Osamu. One of his hands was holding his phone while the other was wrapped around his cock.
“Want my cum, sweet girl?” He asked. You nodded and leaned over the side of the tub. He pointed the camera down to film you taking the tip of his cock in your mouth. “Fuck.”
He spilled into your mouth, filling it up and running down your chin. He grabbed your chin.
“Open yer mouth,” he said, tracing your swollen bottom lip with his thumb. “You know Bokkun loves seeing yer mouth full of cum.”
You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out. Cum dripped from your tongue onto your chest. Osamu patted your head like a dog.
“Share with Nana,” he said. You were reluctant to look away from him but you turned away from him and kissed Nana messily. She moaned into your mouth as you snowballed Osamu’s cum back and forth.
“G’head and swallow,” Osamu said. You pulled back and swallowed the cum in your mouth then turned and showed the camera your empty mouth. “That’s my girl. Nana, you too.”
Nana showed the camera the cum in her mouth then swallowed, showing the camera her clean tongue.
“My good girls,” Osamu praised. He stopped filming and sat his phone on the counter before walking to the tub.
“Come ‘ere, baby,” he said, opening his arms. You left Nana’s lap quickly, being pulled into Osamu’s strong chest.
“Daddy,” you said, kissing his chest. Nana stood up behind you, kissing your neck. “Wanna focus on daddy.”
“Let’s go back to the bedroom,” Osamu said. “Someone still has to ride my cock.”
You and Nana padded after him like ducklings. Osamu rolled onto the bed, leaning back on his elbows.
You crawled next to him, leaning down and taking one of his nipples in your mouth. You pressed your tongue against the pierced bud, and looked up through your lashes to see Nana doing the same thing on his opposite side. Osamu moaned and fell back.
“Samu,” you moaned, reaching down to palm his half hard cock. Your hand met Nana’s and you slowly pulled away.
“Wanna ride him,” Nana said, looking at you. You frowned.
“I wanna ride him,” you said.
“Be nice,” Osamu said, reaching down and swatting your ass. “Ya can sit on my face while Nana rides me. Ya can ride me later.”
You pouted but nodded.
“Stop fuckin’ pouting before I make ya watch,” Osamu said, pulling on your bottom lip.
“Being mean,” you said. Osamu grabbed your jaw roughly.
“Watch yer tone,” he said. You puckered your lips. Osamu rubbed his hand over your cheek, just like Nana had before she— Slap!
“Daddy,” you cried, clutching your cheek. Your cheek stung and your pussy throbbed.
“Hit her again,” Nana said, looking at you with wide eyes.
Osamu shook his head. “She’ll be a good girl now, won’t ya, baby?”
“Yes, daddy,” you mumbled. You sniffled as tears burned at your eyes. Osamu caressed your red cheek gently.
“How are ya, baby?” He asked.
“Green,” you sniffled, rubbing your nose.
“Ya sure?” Osamu asked.
You nodded. “Liked it, daddy. Green.”
“Good girl,” Osamu said, patting your cheek. “Come ‘ere, baby.”
You shuffled into his arms, letting him pull you against his chest. He kissed your head before letting you go.
“I love ya,” he mumbled.
“Love you,” you said. You pulled away and watched as Nana straddled him, slotting Osamu’s hard cock between her folds and grinding down.
“Come sit on my face, baby,” Osamu said. You straddled his face and leaned over to grab your phone.
“Can I film you?” You asked as Nana teased Osamu’s cock by grinding against it.
She nodded and grinned, running her hands down her body and onto Osamu’s. She arched her back as she ran her hands over his abdomen and chest.
“Gonna take him all?” You asked. You whimpered as Osamu’s tongue flattened against your clit.
“Gonna bounce on his cock until I can’t move,” Nana said. You smiled.
“Don’t worry, if you can’t move, he’ll move you,” you said. You moaned as Osamu buried his tongue in your warm core.
“Daddy’s cock is so thick,” she said, rolling her hips against his cock. You saw his cock throb.
“Go ahead, sit on his cock,” you said, zooming in on where Nana’s folds enveloped his cock.
Nana reached down and tapped his cock against her clit a few times. Osamu groaned into your folds.
“Samu,” you moaned.
Nana slowly aligned his cock with her entrance.
“Come on, sink down on his cock,” you said. Osamu’s fingers dug into your plush thighs as Nana popped the head of his cock inside her. She moaned softly and swivelled her hips.
“Take more,” you said. Osamu flicked his tongue against your clit.
“Don’t rush me,” she said, sinking down a few inches. You zoomed in to where her pussy swallowed his cock.
“Oh, fuck!” You swore, nearly dropping the phone as Osamu sucked harshly at your clit. You steadied the phone and bucked your hips, desperate for more friction.
“Oh,” Nana moaned, finally sinking all the way down.
“You have a bulge,” you said, leaning forward to show the camera the small bulge Osamu’s cock made between her hips.
She ran her fingers down her stomach and pressed down on the bulge. She and Osamu both moaned.
“Fuckin’ move,” Osamu said from beneath you. “Before I move ya.”
“Y/n, grind down on his fucking face so he can’t speak,” Nana said. You smiled wickedly and ground down against his tongue.
“Can’t speak if you’re doing your job right, Samu,” you said, grinding against his face.
He smacked your ass as Nana slowly moved up and down his cock. You moaned as Osamu’s nose nudged your clit as his tongue dug into your hole.
“Fuck, his cock is so big,” Nana panted. “Fuckin’ hurts.”
“Just get used to it,” you said. “Roll your hips.”
Nana rolled her hips and moaned. Her eyes rolled back as Osamu rutted his hips up.
“Osamu, no,” she moaned, bracing her hands on his stomach. Osamu grabbed her hips and pulled her down on his cock. He planted his feet on the bed and thrusted up.
“Fuck, fuck, Osamu,” she moaned, throwing her head back. You whined as Osamu focused on fucking into Nana and ignoring you.
“Daddy,” you whined, grinding down on his face. He stuck his tongue out, letting you grind your clit against it.
You showed the camera Nana’s fucked out expression before lowering it down to her bouncing breasts, then even lower to where Osamu stretched her out.
“Gonna cum,” Nana moaned. She reached down and rubbed her clit.
“Cum on daddy’s cock,” you said, zooming out to fit all of Nana on the screen.
Osamu snapped his hips up and sucked at your clit at the same time.
Nana squealed as she squirted around Osamu’s cock, her cum pooling on his stomach and dripping down to the bed. She shook as Osamu continued to fuck her.
“‘S’too much, too much!” She exclaimed, back arching.
“You can take it,” you said as Osamu’s plush lips wrapped around your clit again. You reached forward to rub her clit. She weakly tried to push your hand away.
Osamu suckled your clit, all the while pounding into Nana’s sensitive cunt. She cried out as she came again, gushing over Osamu’s cock. Creamy, white cum coated Osamu’s cock as he fucked her.
“Fuck, fill me up, please, please,” Nana begged, thighs shaking.
“Not before Y/n cums,” Osamu said, voice muffled under you. He used one hand to pull you down and the other held Nana in place.
Osamu’s tongue thrusted in and out of you while his nose rubbed your clit.
You moaned as your stomach tightened and a fire burned low in your gut.
“Gonna cum,” you whimpered. Nana grabbed the phone from you and turned it on you.
“Which boy loves seeing you ate out?” Nana asked.
“S-Sunarin!” You cried, throwing your head back. Osamu slapped your ass and sucked at your clit.
“Oh? Daddy doesn’t like it when his baby moans another guy’s name?” Nana asked. “What about the guy who loves to see your tits?”
Nana leaned forward, grabbing and groping your breast with her free hand.
“Bokkun!” You moaned. Osamu slapped your ass again and ate you out vigorously. His hips slowed down as he grabbed your thighs, spreading them wide.
“Guy that loves to see your hair pulled?” Nana asked, yanking your head back. She moaned as Osamu snapped his hips up.
“Kiyoomi!”
You cried out as Osamu dug his fingernails into your ass, spreading your cheeks.
Nana grabbed your chin roughly. She leaned in and kissed you.
“Guy that would spit in your mouth?” She whispered, pulling back.
“Sh-Shoyo-kun,” you whimpered. Nana forced your mouth open and spat on your waiting tongue.
Osamu shifted you, and licked lower. You gasped as his tongue circled the rim of your asshole.
“Samu!” You exclaimed. You felt him smile against your skin.
“Come on, cum on his face,” Nana said, showing the camera your fucked out expression. Osamu spread your cheeks, digging his tongue past the ring of muscles. You moaned and dug your fingers into Osamu’s chest.
“Fu-uck,” you moaned, voice wobbling.
“Cum on daddy’s face,” Nana said, dragging her nails down your body. You let out a high pitched whine as Osamu moved back to your cunt. His fingers rubbed over your asshole, threatening to break through the tight ring of muscles.
You gushed on Osamu’s tongue, and he lapped it up eagerly. You slumped over, leaning your head on Nana’s shoulder. Nana moaned as Osamu rolled his hips.
“Fill me up, daddy,” she said, rotating her hips. Osamu groaned as his cock throbbed in her tight walls. He thrusted into her and painted her walls white.
You took the phone back from Nana as she dropped her arms.
You crawled off Osamu, legs shaking. You zoomed in on Nana’s messy cunt as she lifted herself off of Osamu’s cock. Cum spilled out and you reached forward, pushing it back in with two fingers.
“You’re supposed to keep daddy’s gift,” you said. Nana fell back on the bed next to Osamu.
You moved the phone closer to her leaking cunt, fingering it back in her slowly. She moaned softly.
“For Tsumu,” you said, spreading her folds with your fingers so the camera should catch sight of her messy hole. You flipped the camera on to your face and filmed as you licked your fingers clean. You winked at the camera before saving the video and sending it to the group chat.
uncle tsumu: ‘fuck do y’all even take breaks? i’m just now getting over the last video’
sunarin: ‘already love it based on the thumbnail alone’
You glanced at the thumbnail and saw Nana spitting into your mouth.
kiyo-kun: ‘this is a long one’
bokkun: ‘fuck i’m still jerking to the last video’
sho-kun: ‘stop blowing up the chat i’m trying to watch the video’
you: ‘enjoy’ You sent your text along with a selfie.
“Come here,” Osamu said. You crawled over him and snuggled into his side. “What are the boys saying?”
“They’re watching it now,” you said.
“We’re feeding them a lot today,” Osamu said. “They’re gonna be expecting daily videos now.”
You shrugged. “We fuck enough.”
“You two are literally the most insatiable people I’ve ever met,” Nana said, laying on Osamu’s chest with his arm around her.
“What, you too tired to go another round?” You asked. “What happened to that volleyball stamina?”
“Another round, are you kidding me?” Nana asked. You shrugged and looked up at Osamu.
“He hasn’t filled up my cunt yet,” you said, running your fingers down his chest.
“Give me a minute and I’ll fill ya up ‘til yer swollen with my cum,” Osamu said, looking down at you.
“You can count me out,” Nana said. “I’m taking a shower and heading home. I can’t take anymore.”
“I’ll get you some clothes to wear home,” you said. “And I insist that you eat lunch before leaving.”
“Is that all you two do on your off days? Just fuck and eat?” Nana asked.
“Sometimes,” you said. “Gotta replenish.”
“You two are like robots,” she laughed. She stood up, before falling back on the bed.
“Help her to the shower,” you said, pushing Osamu towards her. He grunted as he stood up and offered his arm to her. She grabbed onto it graciously and they slowly made their way into the bathroom.
You grabbed your phone and went to the group chat, which was blowing up.
bokkun: ‘might fuck around and come over just to cum in your mouth’
sunarin: ‘seriously i want to see you swallow my cum like that’
uncle tsumu: ‘how tf does samu end up with two girls on his cock’
kiyo-kun: ‘didn’t you see him at the bar? he looked like he owned the place’
kiyo-kun: ‘you’re lucky i didn’t go home with him’
bokkun: ‘the way you moaned my name…’
bokkun: ‘shit i busted my nut’
bokkun: ‘let me give you a real reason to moan my name’
sunarin: ‘i smell a gangbang in the near future’
uncle tsumu: ‘^^ seconded’
sho-kun: ‘literally omw rn’
sho-kun: ‘u think i would spit in ur mouth?’
sho-kun: ‘ur right’
you: ‘literally talking to samu rn about a gangbang’
you: *photo* ‘literally so wet just thinking about it’
bokkun: ‘wet enough to take this?’ *photo*
sunarin: ‘literally no one here wants to see your dick’
uncle tsumu: ‘yeah this is for Y/n nudes only’
you: ‘well i think we should change that’
you: ‘it’s not fair if i’m the only one sending nudes’
you: ‘and i for one liked seeing bokkun’s cock’
sunarin: *photo*
you: ‘is that my libero?’
sunarin: ‘brought her back after the bar’
sunarin: ‘she’s so cute taking my cock’ *video*
sunarin: ‘but you’d be cuter’
sho-kun: ‘are we sharing nudes?’
sho-kun: *photo*
you: ‘aw, the curtains match the drapes’
sho-kun: ‘:(‘
you: ‘don’t be sad i’d still drool all over it bb’
sho-kun: ‘oh?’
uncle tsumu: *video*
you: ‘next time cum inside me’
uncle tsumu: ‘aw doll i’ll fill you up’
uncle tsumu: ‘just wait until my cock is back in you’
sho-kun: ‘atsumu-san u have a piercing?’
you: ‘a very nice one’
you: ‘feels good dragging against my walls’
kiyo-kun: *photo*
you: ‘:O’
you: ‘^^ how i’m gonna look next time i see you’
you: ‘want you in my mouth, ugh’
daddy samu: ‘if you want something in your mouth just come to the bathroom’
daddy samu: *photo*
daddy samu: ‘he misses you baby’
you: *photo*
you: ‘i miss you too daddy’
you: ‘want you in me’
sunarin: ‘send pics’
bokkun: ‘you can always come sit on my cock little girl’
you: ‘one of these days i’m gonna take you up on that’
bokkun: ‘it can always be today’
You smiled as Nana and Osamu walked back into the bedroom.
“Fuck, let me get you some clothes,” you said, hopping up. “You want Osamu’s shirt or one of mine?”
“Osamu’s,” she said. You pulled out an Onigiri Miya shirt and a pair of old shorts and handed them to her.
She pulled them on as Osamu pulled on a fresh pair of boxers and you pulled on Osamu’s t-shirt from the night before.
“Onigiri for lunch sound good?” Osamu asked. Nana nodded. “What kind do ya like?”
“Tarako,” she said.
“I’ll run down to the restaurant and grab some,” Osamu said. He pulled on a pair of basketball shorts and a shirt and threw on a hat. “I’ll be right back. I love ya, baby.”
He leaned down and pecked your lips quickly before leaving the apartment.
You grabbed a clean pair of panties and went into the bathroom. You quickly used the bathroom and washed your face before tugging the panties on and wandering to the living room, where Nana was sitting on the couch.
“I had fun,” you said, sitting next to her. “I hope this won’t make anything awkward between us.”
“Definitely not!” Nana exclaimed. “I’m just thinking about how I’m supposed to walk around knowing you’re getting the ultimate dick down every night.”
You smiled. “Well, this doesn’t have to be a one time thing,” you said. “Samu says he doesn’t like to share but he’s a liar.”
“I can tell,” she said. “You got more jealous than he did.” She playfully knocked your shoulder.
“In my defence, that’s totally Samu’s fault,” you said. “He has me spoiled, I’m not used to someone else having his attention.”
“Babe, I barely had his attention,” Nana said. “He was so focused on you the entire time. I didn’t even know a man could focus on something else with a girl on his dick.”
Your face burned hot with embarrassment.
“Shut up,” you mumbled.
Osamu entered the apartment carrying a bag of food and boba.
“I forgot to ask what kind of boba ya like, so I just got ya brown sugar like Y/n,” Osamu said, setting the food and drinks on the kitchen table.
You and Nana made your way to the table. Before you could sit down, Osamu pulled you into his lap. You giggled as he kissed down your neck.
“Gross,” Nana teased, biting into her onigiri. You stuck your tongue out at her.
Osamu lifted your onigiri to your lips, feeding you sweetly.
“Thank you, baby,” you mumbled, chewing carefully.
“Anything for my baby,” Osamu said. You lifted his drink up for him to take a sip.
“You two are too cute,” Nana said, smiling widely.
She grabbed your phone and opened the camera.
“Smile!” She said. You both smiled widely as she snapped a picture. “Cute!”
You looked at the photo and quickly changed it to your phone home screen.
You ate mostly in silence, polishing off your onigiri with onion soup and brown sugar boba.
“We should do this again sometimes,” Nana said, holding her clothes from last night as she stood at the door.
“Definitely,” you said. You hugged her tightly.
“I’ll see you later,” she said, walking down the hall.
“Bye!” You called after her. Osamu waved. Once the door clicked shut, Osamu had his arms around your waist.
“I think I owe ya something,” he said, kissing down your neck. You twisted around in his arms and wrapped yours around him.
“I think you do,” you said, leaning on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his jawline. He rutted his hips against yours.
“Gonna fill ya up, baby,” Osamu said, pushing you down on the couch. He pulled your panties down and tossed them across the room.
“Wait,” you said, grabbing your phone. “Sunarin wants pictures.”
“Hold yer legs to yer chest,” he said, opening the camera. You wrapped your arms under your knees and pulled them to your chest. Osamu snapped a photo of you, groaning as he palmed himself through his shorts. He pressed two fingers into your hole, snapping another photo.
“So tight even after taking that dildo earlier,” Osamu said, scissoring open your hole. “Was it not enough fer ya, sweet girl?”
You shook your head. “Need you, daddy. Nothing’s ever enough.”
“Fuck,” he groaned. He sent the photos to the group chat and tossed your phone to the side. “Gotta be in ya.”
He pushed his shorts down just enough to free his aching cock. You moaned at the sight of his cock springing out.
“In me, in me,” you whined. He quickly lined his cock up with your entrance and thrusted into you. You both let out a long moan. He draped your legs over his shoulders and pushed your shirt up, palming your breasts.
“Already squeezin’ me so tight, ya gonna cum already?” Osamu asked, pushing in deeper with his next thrust. You shuttered as the head of his cock pressed against your cervix.
“Needed you so bad, daddy,” you moaned, reaching for his hand. He grabbed your searching hand and intertwined your fingers.
“G’head and cum, baby, it’s okay,” he said, slowly thrusting into you. You came with a moan, gushing around his cock. He leaned down and kissed you as his hips rocked steadily into you.
“I love you,” you mumbled, squeezing his hand. He smiled against your lips, resting his forehead against yours.
“I love ya, too, baby,” he said. He furrowed his brows as his cock twitched. “Not gonna last long.”
“‘S’okay,” you said. “Just want to feel you.”
Osamu bit his lip, trying to stave off his own orgasm. He closed his eyes and cried out as he spilled inside you.
“Samu, Samu, Samu,” you moaned, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling him down into a kiss.
“‘M sorry, baby,” he murmured, leaning his forehead against yours again.
“It’s okay,” you said, combing your fingers through his hair. You pecked his lips. “I love you.”
“I love ya,” he said. He pulled back and rearranged you so that you were sitting on his lap. He carefully slipped his cock back into you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. You relaxed against him.
You grabbed your phone and opened the group chat.
you: *photo*
you: *photo*
you: *photo*
kiyo-kun: ‘i want a taste’
sunarin: ‘damn even sakusa-kun can’t hold back his thirst’
sunarin: ‘i would also like a taste’
bokkun: ‘i don’t see how that tiny little hole fit both osamu-kun and atsumu at the same time’
uncle tsumu: ‘i wanna stretch that lil hole out again’
sho-kun: ‘i wanna see that little hole stretched around my cock’
bokkun: ‘next time i wanna see her taking two cocks in her ass’
bokkun: ‘i volunteer as one of the cocks’
You smiled and rolled your eyes.
you: ‘i just started doing anal and we’re already discussing dp?’
Stepdad Osamu x Fem!Reader, Miya Atsumu x Fem!Reader
WARNINGS: pseudo-incest, threesome, double penetration in one hole, daddy kink, wombfucking, TWO pierced dicks, clit slapping, breeding kink, choking (m receiving), slight femdom, snowballing, facial (f receiving), cockwarming, exhibitionism, voyeurism, male masturbation, nipple play, dry humping, dacryphilia
5.8k words
part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || extras || only you, too
“What the fuck is this?”
Osamu immediately shielded your body with his arms and hands as your mom stood in the doorway.
You stared up at her, frozen.
“M-mom,” you stuttered. She turned on her heel and stormed away.
You stumbled out of the bathtub, nearly falling over the edge as you wrapped a towel around your body.
“Mom! I can explain!” You exclaimed, following after her into the living room. She spun around, arms crossed and tears streaming down her face.
“Explain what? The fact that you’re sleeping with my husband or the fact that you’re both apparently falling in love?” She spat.
“I-It’s not like that,” you said. “Well, it is but, believe me, we didn’t want to hurt you.”
She let out a dry laugh. “Oh? Didn’t want to hurt me? Well, sleeping with my husband surely wouldn’t hurt. Of course not! How could I be so stupid to be hurt by this, this brutal betrayal of trust?!”
“M/n, you weren’t supposed to find out like this,” Osamu said, coming up behind you.
“You! You thought it was okay to sleep with my daughter?!” Your mom exclaimed, poking a finger against Osamu’s bare chest. “Your stepdaughter? You sick bastard!”
“It’s not like he raised me,” you said. “And anyway, you’re the one who married a man half your age!”
“Oh, you are not turning this around on me!” Your mom shouted. “You’re the slut that fucked her stepdad!”
“And you’re the whore that married a man six months after your husband of twenty years died!” You yelled. Osamu stepped between the two of you, pushing you both back.
“Both of ya calm down!” He exclaimed. He turned to your mom. “Ya, sit down on the couch. And ya-“ he turned to face you. “go get dressed.”
You huffed as you turned and walked down the hall to your room. You pulled on the first clothes you saw and went back to the living room.
“We both know it wasn’t working out anyway,” Osamu said, standing in front of your mom. “This was a marriage of convenience for both of us.”
“I would’ve been fine with anyone else, but you slept with my daughter, Osamu,” your mom said.
“For what it’s worth, I wish Osamu hadn’t been my stepdad,” you said, sitting on the opposite end of the couch.
“Is this your way of getting back at me for getting married so soon after your father died?” Your mom asked.
“No! I’d never use Osamu like that,” you said, glancing at Osamu. “I really like him. That’s it. I wish I didn’t, but I do. I’m sorry.”
Your mom sighed. “I have to leave for Tokyo. I only came back because I forgot my laptop. We’ll discuss this more when I get back. I can’t just sit here and pretend I’m okay with this.”
“Okay,” you said. You awkwardly stood up as your mom did. “I’m really sorry, Mom.”
“I know,” she said. She disappeared into the bedroom, grabbing her laptop.
“And we’ll discuss more when you get home,” Osamu said as your mom stood at the door.
She nodded. “You can move your things to the guest room.”
“I’m sure you are,” your mom said. She turned and left quickly.
You stood behind Osamu, both watching as she pulled away.
Osamu turned and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Well, she knows,” Osamu said, holding you closely.
“Wish she didn’t find out this way,” you mumbled, leaning your head against his chest.
“Hey,” he said, tilting your chin up so you were looking up at him. “It’s all going to work out, baby. Everything is going to be just fine.”
“Famous last words,” you said.
“What’s the worst that could happen?” Osamu asked. “She never talks to us again?”
You sighed. “She is my mom, Osamu. Even if we don’t always get along.”
“And you’re her daughter. She’ll forgive you,” Osamu said. “And if she doesn’t, I’ll be there for ya.”
“Thanks,” you said. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a short kiss.
“Now, what do you want to do all day?” Osamu asked.
“Honestly?” You asked. “Cry in my bed.”
“We’re not doing that,” Osamu said. “Wanna watch a movie?”
“Can I pick?” You asked. Osamu nodded. “We’re watching the new Demon Slayer movie.”
You sniffled and rubbed your eyes as the movie ended.
“Are ya crying? I thought ya’ve seen this?” Osamu asked, glancing down at you.
“How are you not crying?” You asked, wiping your eyes. “It’s sad! Rengoku’s my favourite!”
“It’s just a movie,” Osamu said, yawning.
“Yeah, well, it’s a sad movie,” you said. “You’re just heartless.”
“We barely knew Rengoku!” Osamu exclaimed as the credits rolled.
“I knew him!” You exclaimed. “He deserved more!”
“Baby, you’ve seen this movie before. Ya knew what was going to happen,” Osamu said.
You sniffled, “I always hope it happens differently. I hate Akaza!”
“Ya literally just said he could get it,” Osamu said.
“That was before he killed Rengoku, my love!” You exclaimed.
Osamu kissed your temple. “Yer lucky yer cute.”
“Cute enough to make lunch for?” You asked.
Osamu sighed and stood up. “What do ya want?”
“Surprise me?” You asked, stretching out on the couch.
Osamu nodded and wandered into the kitchen. You followed after him, mindlessly, sitting at the bar, watching as he gathered ingredients.
“Do you want any help?” You asked as he chopped up some vegetables.
“Can you start a pot of water to boil?” He asked. You nodded.
Osamu seasoned the water and let it boil before adding in the vegetables and noodles.
“Hope ya like Korean food,” Osamu said, adding a spoonful of Korean chili powder.
“You’re in luck,” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist as he stirred the ramen. You rested your head against his back as he hummed.
“Baby, grab some bowls, please?” He asked. You nodded, tiredly, and grabbed two bowls. You sat them at the table before grabbing some spoons and chopsticks.
Osamu quickly filled the two bowls and placed the extra back on the oven before joining you at the table.
“Thanks,” you said, slurping up some of the spicy broth.
“So,” Osamu said as you ate. “Let me take ya out tonight.”
“Like, on a date?” You asked, perking up.
He nodded. “Like, a real date. I know we don’t really have a traditional relationship, but I want to take ya out. Really wine and dine ya.”
You smiled. “I’d like that.”
“Say, around 7?” Osamu suggested.
“Sounds like a plan,” you said, smiling as you took a sip of your drink. Osamu smiled to himself.
“I really want to do this properly from here on out,” Osamu said.
“So no more fucking until the third date?” You teased.
“That’s not what I’m saying,” Osamu said. “But, like, I want to properly date ya. Not just sneak around and fuck, even though I like that.”
“Ooo, sounds like someone has feelings for me,” you teased, playfully knocking your foot against his.
“I definitely have feelings for ya,” he said, knocking his foot against yours.
“Good, because I have feelings for you,” you said, smiling.
You finished lunch quickly, chatting about nothing in particular.
“They beat us our first game,” Osamu said. “Everyone was shocked because they were nobodies from Miyagi and we were set to win that year.”
“That’s the power of having Hinata Shoyo, Kageyama Tobio, and Tsukishima Kei on your team,” you said. “Still though, I can’t believe they beat you.”
“It happens,” Osamu said, shrugging. He stacked your bowls and took them to the sink. “And it’s not like our team was weak. We had Tsumu, Suna Rintaro, and Aran Ojiro. And I could’ve gone pro if I hadn’t opened Onigiri Miya. I just like food more than volleyball.”
“I’m glad you didn’t go pro, otherwise who would make my favourite food?” You said, padding after Osamu. You wrapped your arms around his waist as he cleaned the dishes.
“Someone’s clingy today,” he said. You pressed a kiss against his spine.
“Just realised we only have a few days left together,” you mumbled against his skin. “And the whole mom finding out situation is stressing me out.”
“Hey, I like you being clingy,” Osamu said, twisting around in your arms. He wrapped his arms around you. “I want to spend the rest of my days in your arms.”
“Cheesy,” you said, looking down and smiling. He tilted your chin up and kissed you softly.
“You like it,” he said, peppering your face with kisses. You giggled as he kissed your nose.
“I know it’s only been a few days, Osamu, but I—“
“I love ya, too,” Osamu said, kissing your lips slowly.
“Let me at least say it first,” you grumbled. “I love you.”
“I love ya,” he said, kissing you again. He smiled into the kiss. “I love ya, I love ya, I love ya. I don’t even care that yer mom found out. I’m just glad I don’t have to hide it. I could shout it from the rooftops, I love ya so much.”
“We’re crazy,” you said. “It’s been less than a week.”
“That’s how love works,” Osamu said. “It’s weird and crazy and sometimes ya fall in love in three days, so let me hear ya say it again.”
“I love you,” you said. Osamu grinned widely.
“I love ya,” Osamu said, leaning down to kiss you again. His hips pressed against yours as he kissed down your neck.
“Samu,” you moaned rolling your hips against his hardening cock. “Need you.”
“Let me hear it one more time,” he mumbled, lifting you on to the counter. You moved your arms around his neck and wrapped your legs around his waist
“Samu, I love you,” you breathed, letting your head fall back as he nibbled and sucked on your skin. “I love you and I need you, please.”
“I know, baby, I know,” he said, pulling back. He pulled your shorts and underwear down in one quick motion before he was back on you, wrapping your legs back around him. “I love ya, too, princess.”
You whined as you ground your pussy against his clothed erection. He pushed down his shorts, letting his cock free. You moaned as he slapped you clit with the purpling tip.
“Such a good girl,” Osamu praised, pressing the head of his cock into your wet heat. “Daddy loves ya so much.”
“Love you, daddy,” you moaned, trying in vain to move your hips forward. Osamu’s iron grip on your hips kept you firmly in place.
“Gonna make ya scream it, baby,” Osamu said, pressing forward an inch. You moaned at the stretch.
“Want more,” you said, tangling your fingers in the back of Osamu’s hair and pulling him into a kiss. “Fuck me, please, Samu. Want your cock in me, need it in me.”
“Need it? How bad, baby?” Osamu asked, pushing in another inch. You rested your forehead against his as your mouth opened in a silent moan.
“Gonna cry,” you said, “if you don’t fuck me. Need you to fuck me full of your cum. Need your cum in me, breed me, please.”
“Aw, my little girl’s gonna cry if daddy doesn’t breed her tight lil cunt?” Osamu said. Your eyes burned with tears of frustration as he slowly pushed his cock in another inch.
“Daddy, I love you,” you said, softly. “I love you so much, wanna be tied to you forever. Please, want you to breed me.”
“Fuck,” Osamu hissed. He rutted his hips forward, the head of his cock kissing your cervix as he buried his cock in you. “Love ya, too, princess.”
You moaned and tightened your legs around him as he thrusted into you. His heavy balls slapped against your ass and his cock pushed past your cervix more and more with each strong thrust.
“Still so tight,” Osamu grunted as your head fell against his shoulder. “Squeezin’ me just how I like it.”
You buried your face in his shoulder to muffle your loud moans.
“Nuh-uh, baby,” Osamu said, pulling your head back by your hair. “Let me hear ya.”
You moaned loudly as he kissed your neck. Osamu bit his lip as your walls clenched around his cock.
“Don’t cum yet,” he mumbled. “Wanna cum with you.”
You nodded your head, biting back a moan as Osamu’s piercing continuously dragged against your sweet spot.
“What did I say?” Osamu asked. “I wanna hear ya, baby.”
“Sorry,” you moaned. You yelped in shock as he landed a quick slap against your clit.
“There we go, let me hear you, princess,” Osamu said. You let out a low moan as he rubbed your clit, soothingly. You whined as he slapped it again.
“Gonna- gonna cum!” You gasped as he landed three rapid slaps against your clit. “Samu, please!”
“Gonna fill ya up, baby,” Osamu grunted, hips stuttering as his cock twitched inside you. “Just one second.”
You bit your lip as your walls fluttered around him.
“C-can’t hold on much longer!” You whined. “Daddy!”
“Fuck, let me hear it again,” Osamu said.
“I love you, Osamu,” you moaned.
“Fuck,” he grunted as he spilled his seed in you. Your head fell back against the cabinets as you gushed around him, milking his cock with your spasming walls. “I love ya, too, Y/n.” You breathed heavily as your head fell against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to his warm body.
“Don’t pull out yet,” you mumbled, wrapping your legs tighter around him. “Don’t wanna lose your cum.”
Osamu groaned as his cock twitched. “Don’t say that, makes me wanna fill ya up again.”
You pulled him closer to you by your ankles, forcing his softening cock deeper into you.
“Come on, let’s move to the couch,” Osamu said, lifting you up without pulling out. He sat down, keeping you in his lap. You rearranged yourself carefully, resting your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around Osamu’s chest.
You dozed happily, full and satiated until someone knocked on the door.
“Who is it?” Osamu called.
“It’s Atsumu,” Atsumu called. You whined as Osamu lifted you off of his cock, which was hard once again.
“No, daddy,” you pouted. “Wanna stay full.”
“Baby, Tsumu wants to come in,” Osamu said. You twisted around until you were sitting in his lap, back flush against his front, and pulled a blanket over you as you guided his cock back in you before too much of his cum could leak out.
“Yer a naughty girl,” Osamu said, smirking at you. “Yer lucky it’s Tsumu. Come on in!”
The front door opened and closed quickly and Atsumu appeared in the living room.
“What’s up?” Atsumu asked, sitting in the recliner next to the couch.
You shifted slightly. Osamu pinched your thigh.
“Just watched the Demon Slayer movie,” Osamu said. “Ate some lunch.”
“That’s all? Because M/n changed her facebook relationship status to ‘it’s complicated’,” Atsumu said, leaning forward to show you two his phone screen.
“What?” You asked, grabbing his phone. Osamu hissed quietly as your body jostled. “I can’t believe she would do that! You know what, actually I can.”
“She caught us this morning,” Osamu said. Atsumu cringed as he grabbed his phone back.
“I guess in a precarious situation,” Atsumu said.
“We were in the bath,” you said. “Basically confessing our love.”
Atsumu hissed. “Damn, that’s almost worse than being caught fuckin’.”
“We were still naked so it was plenty awkward,” you said. Osamu gripped your hips to keep you from moving.
“What did she say?” Atsumu asked, leaning back as he propped the recliner’s footrest up.
“She called me a sick bastard,” Osamu said.
“And she called me a slut,” you said. “Then she said we’d talk about it when she got back.”
“Damn, what did ya say when she called ya a slut?” Atsumu asked.
“I called her a whore,” you said, smiling proudly. Osamu shifted your weight, causing his cock to press against that spongy spot inside you. You covered your moan with a cough.
“Badass,” Atsumu said. “She definitely deserves it. After all, it’s not like she hasn’t cheated on Samu before.”
You sat up abruptly. “What?”
“Oh, yeah, plenty of times,” Atsumu said.
“That’s why she doesn’t get along with Atsumu,” Osamu said, pulling you back against him. “He called her out on it.”
“And I turned her down,” Atsumu said. “I mean, of course I’m the hotter twin, but I would never sleep with any of Samu’s girls without his permission.” Atsumu winked at you.
“Yeah, well you can keep waitin’,” Osamu said, holding you tighter. You bit your lip as his cock was forced into you deeper.
“Well, why not? Yer cockwarmin’ right in front of me,” Atsumu said. He sat up and leaned forward and snatched your blanket away.
You yelped and instinctively reached forward as Osamu covered you up with his hands.
“Tsumu!” You squealed, as he pulled the blanket out of your reach. He smirked at you.
“Come on, let me watch,” Atsumu said. Osamu rolled his eyes.
“Watch what? She’s just cockwarming,” Osamu said.
“Fuck her,” Atsumu said, leaning back. His cock was straining against his jogging shorts. “Come on, I saw ya squirmin’.”
Osamu slowly moved his hands to your hips. He leaned forward, whispering in your ear. “Ya want to, baby? Wanna give Uncle Tsumu a show?”
You nodded. “Want Uncle Tsumu to watch me, daddy.” You spread your legs, showing off your full cunt to Atsumu.
Atsumu groaned as he sat up and palmed his cock in his shorts.
“Good girl,” Atsumu groaned. “Rub yer clit for me, doll.”
“Yer not givin’ orders, Tsumu,” Osamu said. He reached down and spread your folds apart, revealing your swollen clit. You moaned as Osamu rubbed small circles around the nub.
“Just watchin’,” you moaned, rolling your hips.
“Fuck, just wanna get off,” Atsumu whined, thrusting his hips up against his hand.
“He’s such a fuckin’ sub,” Osamu said, kissing under your ear. “Just tryin’ to pretend he isn’t. Won’t do anything without yer permission.”
“Really?” You asked.
“Tell him what to do,” Osamu said.
“Stop touching yourself,” you said. Atsumu whined as he moved his hand away from his cock. You smiled as his hips kept rolling upward, searching for friction.
“Watch me,” you moaned as he shut his eyes. You bounced up and down on Osamu’s cock, moaning at the way his piercing dragged against your walls.
“Please, please, wanna touch myself,” Atsumu begged, squirming as he watched you. You smirked.
“You’re always so cocky,” you moaned. “Can’t believe I have you begging. Beg for me, Tsumu.”
“Fuck, please, please,” Atsumu begged. “Please, doll, wanna cum for ya.”
You hummed. “Pull your cock out, Tsumu.” Tsumu quickly pushed his shorts down, letting his cock out. It bobbed heavily between his legs. It was slightly longer than Osamu’s, with a slight curve to the right instead of the left like Osamu’s, just a smidge thinner, with an ampallang going horizontally through the dark pink head, opposite Osamu’s piercing. You moaned at the sight, immediately wondering how it would feel, stretching you out with Osamu’s.
The dark pink head was nearly purple and leaking precum steadily. Atsumu wrapped his large hand around the base, and pumped once, thumbing his slit and running his thumb over his piercing.
“Fuck,” he hissed, gathering precum on his thumb. Your mouth watered, wanting to lick it clean.
“Wanna taste,” you whined. “Tsumu, give me.”
Atsumu leaned forward, offering you his precum covered thumb. You wrapped your plush lips around his thumb and sucked. You hollowed your cheeks and swirled your tongue around, licking the salty precum away. You pulled off with a soft pop.
“Who said ya could taste him?” Osamu asked, jerking you back by your hair. You moaned.
“‘m sorry, daddy,” you said. Osamu slapped your clit, making you jump in his lap.
“Remember who makes the rules, baby,” Osamu said. You moaned as he pulled your hips down roughly, forcing the head of his cock past your cervix. You looked down at where your stomach poked out with the stretch of his cock. “Look how deep she takes me, Tsumu. Fuck, she’s takin’ me so well.”
Atsumu pumped his cock in time with Osamu’s thrusts, moaning and whining as his balls tightened.
“Want him to cum on me,” you moaned, watching Atsumu as he got closer and closer to cumming. “Please, daddy.”
“Where, baby?” Osamu asked. “Want him to cover yer cute tits? Maybe yer lil face? Huh? Tell daddy what ya want.”
“My face, daddy,” you said. Atsumu moaned and wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock, holding back his orgasm.
“Ya heard her, Tsumu,” Osamu said. “Cum on my baby’s face.”
“Fuck, okay,” Atsumu scrambled up, standing in front of you. “Fuck, gonna look so cute covered in my cum, doll.”
“Cum on my face, please, Uncle Tsumu,” you moaned. He jerked his cock quickly as it twitched.
“Open yer mouth,” he said. You opened your mouth, tongue eagerly hanging out. He moaned as his balls tightened and cum spurted out, covering your tongue and splattering on your cheeks and chin.
“Samu, please,” Atsumu begged.
“Just this once,” Osamu said.
“Don’t swallow,” Atsumu said, leaning down. He kissed you messily, scooping his cum out of your mouth before pushing it back in, making it run down your chin. When he pulled back, a strand of saliva connected you two. You moaned as Osamu bounced you on his cock.
“Gonna cum,” you moaned as Osamu pinched your clit.
“Yer clenchin’ ‘round me so tight, baby. Is it just for Tsumu?” Osamu asked. “If I knew ya liked him so much I woulda suggested this sooner.”
“Daddy,” you whined. “Wanna cum for you and Uncle Tsumu.”
“Go ‘head, baby,” Osamu said, swiping his fingers over your clit furiously. You let out a high pitched moan as you squirted around Osamu’s cock, wetting his shorts as well as Atsumu’s.
“Fuck, doll,” Atsumu breathed as Osamu continued to pound into you. He kneeled in front of you.
“She’s my messy, lil girl,” Osamu said, smirking. “Isn’t that right?” You nodded, leaning back against Osamu tiredly.
“Want you to fill me up again, daddy,” you moaned, softly.
“Fill ‘er up, Samu,” Atsumu said, pushing your legs out wider. “Wanna see her dripping with yer cum.”
You moaned, feeling Osamu’s cock twitch inside you.
“Samu, please,” you moaned, walls tightening around his cock. “I love you so much, wanna be full of you.”
“Fuck, baby, I love ya, too,” Osamu grunted as he painted your walls white. Atsumu’s cock twitched as Osamu pulled out. Cum slowly leaked out of you, coating your thighs.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Atsumu said. He glanced up at Osamu questioningly.
“Ask her,” Osamu said.
“Let me fill ya up,” Atsumu said, looking up at you.
“Just this once,” Osamu said.
“I don’t know,” you said. You looked up at Osamu, trying to gauge his emotions.
“What do ya want, baby?” Osamu asked. You looked at Atsumu.
“Are you okay with it?” You asked, looking up at Osamu. “Really? You said just yesterday you didn’t want to share me with him.”
“It’s whatever ya want,” Osamu said. “‘S’long as ya remember who ya belong to.”
“I want you both,” you said. “Wanna be really full.”
“Fuck, we haven’t done that in a while,” Atsumu said.
“Want us to ruin yer lil cunt?” Osamu asked. “Stretch ya around both of our cocks?”
“Please,” you whimpered as Osamu teased your folds with his hardening cock.
“Let’s take her to bed so she can be comfortable,” Atsumu said. Osamu nodded as lifted you easily.
Osamu led Atsumu to your bedroom, where he tossed you on the bed. The twins loomed over you, staring down at your half dressed form.
“Let’s get rid of this,” Osamu said, tugging your shirt off. You instinctively crossed your arms to cover your breasts.
“Oh, no, doll, no hiding from us,” Atsumu said. “Let us see those pretty tits, please.”
You breathed deeply and dropped your arms to the side, releasing your breasts.
Atsumu looked at Osamu, who nodded. Atsumu climbed over you, palming your breasts heavily and pinching your nipples.
“So pretty, doll,” Atsumu breathed. “Let me have a lil taste, please.”
You nodded as he leaned down. He placed a kitten lick to your right nipple before sucking it in his mouth. He mouthed at the pebbles nipple messily, spit running down his chin and down the mount of your breast. You moaned softly, and tangled your hands in his blond hair, pulling him closer.
“Tsumu,” you moaned. Osamu crossed his arms, watching carefully for any hint you weren’t enjoying yourself.
Once your right nipple was puffy and sore, Atsumu pulled back before switching to the left.
He rolled his tongue against your sensitive flesh, gently grazing his teeth along it. You moaned as he pulled away with a pop.
“Say my name again,” Atsumu said, spit running down his chin.
“Tsumu,” you moaned, tugging his hair.
He glanced back at Osamu, once again questioning his next move.
“Ask her,” Osamu said.
“Wanna kiss ya,” Atsumu said. You looked at Osamu, who nodded.
“Okay,” you mumbled. Atsumu leaned up and kissed you deeply, messily. He kissed wildly, with teeth clicking together and tongue licking into your mouth, like he just couldn’t get enough fast enough.
“Want it,” Atsumu whined against your lips.
“Tell me what you want,” you said, breathlessly as you pulled back.
“Want you on top of me,” Atsumu said. You nodded. He flipped you over and you straddled his hips.
“He wants ya to spit in his mouth,” Osamu said, coming up behind you. His lips brushed the lobe of your ear. “He just doesn’t know how to ask.”
You looked down at Atsumu, and ran your hands over his chest.
“Can you ask?” You asked. “I wanna hear it from you, Atsumu.”
He whined, bucking his hips up, grinding his clothed cock against your bare pussy.
“Please, please,” he begged. “Want ya to spit in my mouth.”
One of your hands circled his neck as you leaned down, while the other squeezed his cheeks, forcing his mouth open.
“Tongue out,” you said. Atsumu eagerly stuck his tongue out. You gathered saliva in your mouth and hovered over him. You let your spit fall out of your mouth. Adrenaline rushed in your veins at the sound of his moans under you. You could feel the vibrations under your hand on his throat. You squeezed lightly as he swallowed.
“Fuck,” you said as Atsumu moaned again. You squeezed a little harder.
“Wanna-wanna,” Atsumu stuttered. He grabbed your hand around his throat, holding you there. “Harder.”
You applied a bit more pressure and squirmed as Atsumu let out a choked moan. You ground your cunt against his shorts as you choked him.
“You like that?” You asked, letting out a moan as your clit dragged against the rough fabric of his shorts. Atsumu nodded. His face was flushed and his pupils blown as you ground against him.
“Fuck, gonna get off just from choking you,” you moaned.
“Please, please,” Atsumu breathed.
“Let up a lil,” Osamu whispered in your ear. “Then press down again.”
You loosened your hand, letting Atsumu suck in a quick breath before squeezing again.
You moaned in sync with Atsumu.
“Gonna cum,” you gasped as you practically rode Atsumu’s thighs. You gasped again as Atsumu rolled his hips up. “Fuck.”
You gushed around nothing, surely leaving a wet spot on Atsumu’s shorts.
Atsumu moaned as you released his throat.
“Now, aftercare,” Osamu whispered in your ear. “Comfort him.”
“Such a good boy for me,” you said. “Letting me use you to get off. You did such a good job.”
You leaned down and pressed a few soft kisses along his throat. “Looked so pretty under me.”
Atsumu whined as you peppered his face in kisses. You pecked his lips last and pulled back.
“Good boy,” Atsumu repeated. You nodded and ran your fingers through his hair.
“Yes you were,” you said, smiling down at him. “My good boy.”
“Yer good boy,” Atsumu echoed.
“Does my good boy wanna fill me up, now?” You asked, pushing his shirt up and over his head. “Stretch me out until I’m crying over your cock?”
“Please,” Atsumu breathed. “Wanna be in ya.”
You scrambled down Atsumu’s legs, tugging his shorts down. His cock bobbed heavily, leaking precum. You couldn’t help yourself, you placed a small lick along his slit, tasting the salty precum and moaning.
“Don’t,” Atsumu choked out. “Don’t wanna cum yet.”
You leaned up and crawled up his body, straddling his hips again.
“Just wanna make you feel good, Tsumu,” you said, grinding your wet cunt against his cock. He let out a broken moan. “Where do you want to cum?”
“In ya, in ya!” He exclaimed.
“Move up for me,” you said. “Lean against the headboard.”
Atsumu pushed himself up right, leaning against your headboard. You reached down and ran his cock through your folds, teasing your clit with the swollen head.
“Please, jus’ wanna be in ya,” Atsumu moaned. You sank down on his cock with a low moan. “Fuck, so tight.”
“Her pretty pussy’s always so tight,” Osamu said, crawling on the bed behind you. He kissed your shoulder softly. “Too bad we’re gonna ruin it.”
Osamu bent you over, pushing your chest flush against Atsumu’s.
“How’s this lil hole gonna fit us both, baby?” Osamu asked, placing a hand on the small of your back as he forced his forefinger in your already stretched out hole. Your jaw dropped in a silent moan and your head fell on Atsumu’s shoulder as Osamu stretched you out.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow,” Osamu said, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you. Thankfully, Osamu’s cum from earlier provided enough lubricant that his finger slid in easily.
“M-more,” you moaned after a few minutes. Osamu added another finger, slowly.
Atsumu held you tightly against his body, playing with your hair as a distraction so he wouldn’t cum just from being in your tight walls. You whimpered as Osamu added a third, thick finger.
“Does it hurt, princess?” Osamu asked, carefully scissoring his fingers. You nodded as tears pricked at your eyes.
“Hurts good,” you said.
“Yer almost ready, princess,” Osamu said, leaning down to kiss the base of your spine. “Just a lil more.”
“‘S’okay, doll,” Atsumu said, wiping a stray tear away. You nodded as Osamu added a fourth finger.
“Ya’ll be feelin’ good in a minute, baby,” Osamu said. You felt the head of his cock nudge your entrance. “Ready?”
You nodded and gripped Atsumu’s biceps tightly. Osamu slowly pushed in, stretching you out even more.
“Daddy,” you whimpered as Osamu and Atsumu moaned. Atsumu rubbed your back as Osamu gripped your hips. His thumbs moved in soothing circles on your skin as he bottomed out.
“Fuck,” Osamu hissed. “Squeezin’ me so tight, baby.”
“Full,” was all you could choke out.
“She’s so full, she can’t speak,” Atsumu said.
You could barely think. With each breath, your insides tightened. With each heartbeat, a piercing was pressing against that little spot inside you. You wanted so badly for someone to move, but at the same time, if anyone did, you’d break in half.
“Gonna pull out now,” Osamu said. You reached back and grabbed his forearm.
“No,” you said. “Wanna be full.”
You took a deep breath and glanced down. At the base of your stomach, you could almost trace where Atsumu’s cock was. You pushed down on the small bulge and moaned.
“Go ‘head,” you breathed, releasing Osamu’s arm. He slowly pulled out most of the way, leaving just the tip.
“Gonna ruin ya, princess,” Osamu whispered in your ear. You shivered and he rutted back into you.
“Samu!” You cried, falling against Atsumu’s chest.
“‘S’alright, doll?” Atsumu asked, moaning in your ear.
You nodded. Osamu grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you against his chest, his free arm wrapped around your waist.
“She’s alright, Tsumu, look at ‘er, fucked out already,” Osamu said. You moaned loudly as his cock pushed in and out of you.
“Samu,” you moaned, arching your back against him. He reached down and pressed two fingers against your clit. Your body spasmed with the added stimulation.
“Gonna cum!” You cried, walls fluttering around their cocks. Atsumu bit his lip, trying to stave off his own orgasm.
“Already, baby? I thought you could handle us?” Osamu said, hips pounding against yours. You could already feel the bruises forming.
Tears rolled down your cheeks as your orgasm squirted out of you. Osamu’s hips continued their brutal pace.
“Such a messy girl,” Osamu cooed, pinching your nipple. He rolled it between his fingers and cooed when you cried out.
“S-Samu,” Atsumu stuttered. “Gonna cum if you don’t slow down.”
“Come on, fill her up,” Osamu grunted, slapping your clit. More tears ran down your face. “She wants to be full, Tsumu. Tell him, baby.”
“Wa-wanna be full!” You moaned, rolling your hips back to meet Osamu’s thrusts. “Cum in me, Tsumu!”
Atsumu moaned out your name as he came hard. His twitching cock spurted out more cum every time you tightened around him.
“Want you to cum,” you moaned as Osamu continued to pound into your abused cunt.
“Just a lil more,” he grunted. Atsumu moaned from the overstimulation. His cock twitched, trying, in vain, to stay hard.
You clenched around them, desperately trying to make Osamu cum. He pinched your clit.
“Cum again for us, baby,” Osamu said, rubbing your clit. “Make a mess.”
You cried out as he slapped your clit.
“Samu’s mean!” You cried as he alternated between slapping and rubbing your clit. Your walls fluttered and you gushed around them just as Osamu came.
“Good job, baby,” Osamu praised. He slowly pulled out of you, leaving you to fall in a heap on Atsumu. Both of you breathed heavily as Osamu collapsed next to you.
He tugged you away from Atsumu.
“No,” you whined as both of their cum leaked out of you.
“Come here, princess,” Osamu breathed, pulling you on top of him. You fell limp on his chest. “Ya okay?”
You nodded, tiredly.
“Share her, I want cuddles, too!” Atsumu exclaimed. You shifted to lay in between them. Atsumu immediately wrapped an arm around your waist and buried his face in your neck. Osamu wrapped an arm around your waist, below Atsumu’s arm and nuzzled the other side of your neck, pressing soft kisses against your skin.
You turned and curled into Osamu’s side as you fell asleep.
