#sunarin thoughts

“Don’t be nervous, baby,” Osamu said. “Ya’ve already fucked everyone that’s coming.”

“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.

“Patience,” Kiyoomi said, squeezing 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.

“Don’t swallow yet,” Kiyoomi ordered. “Let me- fuck!”

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.