— Any questions? — Y/N asked turning to the classroom nervously, it was the first time that the whole class was silent after a long lesson that seemed to have lasted three hours even though not even 45 minutes had passed. — If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask, that's exactly why I'm here.

Scanning the classroom full of people a bit younger than you, yours eyes noticed some nodding their heads in agreement with what you said and others simply finishing writing down whatever notes they would have taken during the class and about it.

— You all are dismissed, dears. — You spoke loudly before getting ready to gather your things on the spacious table reserved for the teachers who eventually taught in that room.

It was lunchtime and since you were a new teacher at the university with no aptitude for making friends quickly, the chance that you would have lunch alone again today at some restaurant around the university grounds was practically one hundred percent. The older professors just looked you in the face to give you some tips on how to deal with rooms that are either too crowded or too empty, no middle ground, and you also didn't want to look like an abandoned dog going to ask some group of professors if you could have lunch with them. And honestly, you wanted to eat in peace. Peace is precisely the only thing you wanted after a stressful week of things that were not even consequences of your actions.

From the beginning of the week these three guys had started to get on your nerves, and you were too kind and naive to disperse their onslaughts, so it wasn't hard to see them following you around the streets and occasionally asking you to get into the car that belonged to one of them. A minute around those three seemed like an eternity of torture for you, and they seemed to enjoy themselves too much by saying dirty, lewd things while looking at you with cocky smiles only to see you look away in embarrassment and falter in your own voice. It was exhausting, stressful.

As you finished packing up your things and left the room without looking back, you walked down the wide, airy corridors of the different floors of the university with the intention of reaching the faculty lounge to put your things away and pick up your wallet on the first floor. Yours eyes focused on an open window and then went to check if the air-conditioning system was on. It was, so, not to waste him unnecessarily, you went to close the window and your brow furrowed as soon as your attention fell on a pink-haired man with scars at the corners of his lips that were still fresh in your memory. "Oh, no... not again, until today?", you thought taking a deep breath as you looked away and saw the two tall men with lilac hair and purplish eyes. As you look again at the man with the pink mullet, you are confronted with an amused smile decorating his lips and see him waving his hand in your direction.

Without answering anything back, you just turn away from the window, finish closing it nervously, grab your wallet and leave the university lounge almost in a hurry to get to the exit. Fixing the black pencil skirt around your waist as soon as your feet left the building, you left walking down the street without looking around, with your head down, and not wanting to pay attention to your surroundings.

— Are we in a hurry today, princess? — You felt your head hit something soft and almost lost your balance being held in each arm by Rindou and Ran, and as looked up, you found yourself standing in front of Haruchiyo's chest with the same amused smile as before.

— S-Somewhat, to be honest. — Y/N said regaining her balance and turning away from Haruchiyo.

— Oh, really? — Haruchiyo glanced down at her clothes and raised his eyebrows as if to say he liked what he saw. — You look more beautiful today, what have you done differently?

— Can I just... have lunch alone today, please? — You felt a heavy arm pass through your arms, and when you looked away you bumped into Rindou.

— Why don't we have lunch together? Where do you want to eat?

— I-I said "alone”. — Your shoulders shrugged as soon as Haruchiyo leaned toward you with one eyebrow arched.

— Don't you enjoy our company, princess? — You looked at him with your breath caught in your throat, not knowing what or how to answer.

— I-I like it, but... but I'd rather have lunch alone, that's all.

— You're such a persistent girl. — It was the first time Ran had spoken that day. — Even when we are so nice to you, you still try to keep us away from you, isn't that kind of mean?

— So mean. — Haruchiyo answered, and you inevitably started looking for someone walking down the street who could help you out of that situation, and no one even seemed to look at you.

And then you inevitably felt your eyes slowly fill with tears just because the situation seemed hopeless and more suffocating and stressful than usual, especially when Ran slid one of his hands up the sides of your body, caressing your waist, moving slowly down your hips and lodging just above where the hem of your skirt began, threatening to push it up with his slender fingertips.

— Why don't you get in the car? — Rindou leaned over to brush his lips against your earlobe. — You know that "no" is not a good enough answer, right?

— You'll love spending time with us. — Sanzu remarked, turning his back on you and walking to where his car was parked.

Eventually you were shyly walking to the car as well and watching Ran open the back seat door while Rindou was already getting inside the car and the older brother was holding the door for you, at this you looked at Haruchiyo sitting in the driver's seat staring at you through the open window beside the passenger seat.

— Can I… — The three of them looked at you and yours shoulders suddenly shrugged. — Can I ride in the passenger seat?

— But they will take such good care of you, princess. — Haruchiyo answered you, and you knew there was no way he would let you ride up front with him.

Soon you were sitting between Ran and Rindou with your back sunk against the soft seat back of Sanzu's automobile, who didn't take long to turn the key in the ignition and drive off to whatever final destination the three of them were taking you to. The car was silent and you didn't dare raise your face enough to face Haruchiyo in the rearview mirror or one of the two brothers on the sides, but as the four of you passed through your own neighborhood and as soon as you noticed how far away your workplace was getting, you said:

— I still have class to teach in the afternoon today and....

— Oh, yes, yours classes. — Rindou interrupted you with a hand resting on one of your knees. — How were yours first two weeks on the job? — You frowned at him, how did he know that you had only been working for less than a month?

— How do you… — Before you could finish speaking, your other thigh felt fingers snaking across the skin of your other knee and the hand that owned those fingers belonged to Rin's older brother.

— Actually, sweetheart, we know quite a bit about you, more than you think, actually. — Sanzu stopped at a red light and looked at you through the rear-view mirror before turning around and leaning his arms on the passenger seat to get a panoramic view of the way the Haitani brothers were sneaking around and groping your body. — You're so naive and stupid it's cute. — At his words you tried to close your legs, which were kept open by the two brothers' hands while Haruchiyo leaned toward you and grabbed your chin with one hand, forcing you to make eye contact with his clear eyes. — Can't you see that we are obsessed with you? Or maybe you're busy trying to be the nice girl who's always cool to us and thinks that someday we'll leave you alone, right? Or even worse: maybe you're the kind of girl who likes to be groped by three different guys.

Ran's hand brushed his fingers with more pressure against the soft, sensitive skin of your inner thigh, and you gasped involuntarily, opening your mouth wider than you wanted or should have, and it was the perfect propitious moment for Sanzu to remove his hand from your chin and press two fingers against your tongue, almost making you choke on your own saliva in the process. You desperately tried to hold the older Haitani's wrist to stop him from proceeding with his actions, but hearing a "Tsk" from both Rindou and Haruchiyo made you rethink your next actions.

— Uh-hm, you should know how to behave with us, pretty girl. — Rindou commented, looking suggestively at Sanzu.

— She just needs to be trained properly to become a great bunnycunt. — Haruchiyo commented, entering your mouth a little deeper with his fingers, without forcing them against your uvula. — And I bet she'll love having the three of us degenerating her body knowing that I took the liberty of installing some small cameras in my car already thinking about the day we could grab her. — A shiver ran down your spine and your eyes filled with tears and you didn't even know what exactly you wanted to cry for.

By now the traffic light had turned green and the only car still parked in front of it was Sanzu's, but he couldn't care less about the world outside the windows of that car, especially since they were covered with a dark film that prevented free visual access to what was going on inside.

— Oh, Haruchiyo, you disgusting fucker, making our little bunny cry. — Ran leaned to the side getting a good view of your watery eyes.

— But isn't she cute when she cries? — Sanzu answered with an arrogant smile, as if the blackmail he was claiming to be able to do to you was nothing more than a trivial matter of his life. — If you want to keep your job without me leaking the video of you spreading legs for three different men in a car to your superiors at that university, you're going to have to work hard at being our fuck bunny, understand? — At your hesitation to answer, his fingers sank deeper against your mouth and you choked around them. — Do you understand? — And then you moved your head positively in a frantic manner and desperately pulled air into your lungs as soon as his digits left your mouth. — Good girl, you'll learn to behave better soon enough.

And then for the rest of the trip to your final destination, which turned out to be the luxurious home of the Haitani brothers, your mouth kept fighting the urge to let moans and whimpers escape as the fingers of the very owners of the residence Sanzu was driving to teased your insides with light squeezes and pinches that sent waves of pleasure straight to the part of your body where you needed the most stimulation and attention.

You were not used to that kind of arousal coursing through your body and making you desperately want to beg one of them to simply sink his fingers into your cunt, you had barely had any kind of sexual contact before. Anything they ventured to do on your body while exploring it would be something new and, who knows, welcome.

When the car stopped in front of the house, your legs were wobbly, barely able to get you to your feet in a non-clumsy manner, and Ran took the liberty of helping you out of the car before also guiding you into the residence while his younger brother and Sanzu had already entered and were waiting for you two in the living room.

— Come here, little bunny. — Rindou patted the vacant seat next to him on the huge white sofa in the middle of the room and his wobbly legs immediately walked in the direction indicated.

Soon after that the one who took the seat next to you was the older Haitani, and Sanzu leaned briefly against the coffee table without taking his eyes off you. You stared at him for a few seconds before you felt two different lips of varying softness brush against each side of your neck, dispensing kisses, bites, hickeys and licks; your thighs pressed hard against each other and one of your hands desperately grabbed Ran's forearm as you didn't know what to do.

— Why don't you open your legs a little for us, hm? — Haruchiyo spoke, looking at you suggestively and a sultry moan escaped yours lips the moment Rindou let a hard bite run against the curve of his neck.

Your legs spread slowly, but just enough to make the hem of your skirt rise a little and let Sanzu get a glimpse of the wet bottom of your panties.

— Yes, just like that, pretty girl. — Ran whispered against your ear as he slid one hand down the hem of your skirt to brush fingertips against yours inner thighs the same way he did in the car and eventually pressed the index finger against your covered clit. You could feel a wet puddle soaking the bottom of yours panties and a cocky laugh escaped the older Haitani's lips. — I bet you have never been touched like this, right? That's why you're so nervous.

— Of course our bunny is a virgin, she would never be a dirty slut. — Rindou replied, now focusing on using his hands to unbutton the light-colored social shirt you were wearing, eventually freeing your breasts from both the shirt and bra.

— But we could easily turn her into one. — Haruchiyo commented, shrugging and glancing down your body as you began to shed the layers of clothing.

You didn't know exactly if you were aroused only by the lewd and expert touches of the Haitani brothers or if Sanzu's dark stare and dilated pupils on you were also having some kind of effect on your body. However, it didn't matter much, especially since your mind was busy craving more and more of whatever dose of pleasure the three of them could give you indirectly or directly.

And then Rindou's mouth closed around one of yours breasts to suck on it and one of his hands slid down your abdomen to unbutton the top two buttons of the skirt while his older brother's fingers went from slowly stimulating your clit to invading your extremely tight interior without warning with one of the digits. The sharp pain that hit your body made your back arch and legs try to close up and be held forcefully by the other brothers hands that were now brazenly possessing your body.

— Damn, she is so tight, a good virgin pussy, she barely lets my finger in and out. — Ran spoke slowly pumping his finger against yours gummy walls and taking advantage of your natural lubrication to help him in the work of widening your interior.

— P-Please, I can't... can't... — Your head fell back with you not knowing if you wanted to rub your hips against Ran's hand or if you wanted him to back off.

— Fuck, look at you, we barely started playing with you and you already can't even formulate a sentence right. — Haruchiyo commented with an amused laugh now with his eyes focused on Ran's single finger moving in and out of you.

Rindou finished unbuttoning your skirt and pulled it up, fully exposing your pussy to Sanzu's thirsty eyes, soon after, you felt his hand slide down, spend a few seconds circling your clit and then force the tip of his middle finger against your entrance to invade your insides just as his brother was doing.

— I can't, argh... please, p-please, does... d-does not fit. — And although it was coming out of your mouth, yours hips were desperately straining against the brothers' hands.

Paying no attention to what you were saying other than being aroused by the occasional timid moan escaping your mouth, Rindou reached inside with his ring finger and grunted as he came to the same conclusion as his brother. The two of them began to move these digits inside you slowly, although the younger brother's rhythm was a little more abrupt and rough, and your head began to feel like it was spinning, it was simply too much prior stimulation for a person who had not even kissed on the mouth properly before. They could play with your body in any way they desired and you would promptly be drooling and crawling towards them just wanting to keep feeling good.

And then when Ran's finger curved upward and your body violently spasmed, your mind seemed to go completely blank and a slurred moan escaped your mouth not knowing what exactly was going on inside. Oh, sweetheart. You just had cum so precociously into the fingers of the Haitani brothers and Sanzu reveled in the image of a Y/N desperately clutching their shirts while simultaneously wetting the palms of those two and some of the surface of the couch below the three of you.

— Aww, did our little bunny make a mess? — Haruchiyo spoke up, walking towards the three of you, kneeling in front of you and rubbing your swollen clit between his index finger and thumb, making you experience the sensation of having overstimulation coursing through your body for the first time. — It's okay, little pets can't help themselves with these things, in the end that's exactly what you are: our little pet, aren't you? — And as Ran and Rindou continued to widen your tight interior, your head nodded frantically and Sanzu blew some cold air against your clit before leaning his head forward intoxicated with the essence of your arousal and brushing his warm tongue against you.

Your head was trying to process all the pleasure coursing incessantly and yours hands inevitably latched onto Haruchiyo's pink hair as a way of indicating that you needed him to keep working his tongue against your intimacy.

— Hmm, I can feel her tightening around my finger. — Rindou commented forcing his finger up against yours walls and beginning to increase the speed, watching your face contort with shameless pleasure.

Now that Sanzu was abusing your bundle of nerves, Ran had fastened his lips to your neck leaving a trail of bite marks where he passed and your pussy was dripping more and more, you could feel the tight knot forming deep in your belly. Fuck, would they make you cum in sequence? Yes, they would and your second orgasm swept over your body just as Haruchiyo let a light moan escape against your clit and the Haitani brothers curved their fingertips reaching deeper points inside your cunt.

— Fuck, look at you. — The younger Haitani said as he withdrew his finger from inside you slowly watching a trickle of the liquids of your arousal joining the tip of him to your entrance. — You really are a pathetic virgin, look how messy your pussy has become with just a little work in it. — He brought his finger to your lips and pushed it against your tongue, forcing you to taste yourself. — If I had known that you would get so wet with so little, I might have fucked you in Sanzu's car anyway.

— Isn't she adorable? — Haruchiyo commented rubbing your clit with his fingertips. — Almost all braindead with so little. — Just after he finished speaking, he grabbed Ran's wrist that was still propelling his finger inside you, pulled it out of your walls and licked the length of him. — Who do you want first?

— W-What? — You asked breathlessly with glossy eyes.

— What? Would you prefer that we share you? — Sanzu returned the question with his eyes fixed on your still leaking pussy.

— Let her be a pillow princess for a while. — Ran spoke up, sliding your body forward and off the couch, causing you to fall into a sitting position on Haruchiyo's thighs, who put his hands around your waist to keep you from sliding to the floor.

— Don't you want to use her pussy today? — Rindou seemed skeptical of his own brother's actions as he removed his own clothes.

— What good does it do her to let us abuse her bunnycunt and not know how to use that pretty mouth of hers for other things? — The older Haitani replied with a tone that indicated the obviousness of what he was saying. — You two can share her princess parts.

— You are so humble, Ran. — Haruchiyo replied with an cocky laugh before unbuttoning his own pants and slowly pulling them down along with his underwear.

As soon as your eyes reached his completely stiffened cock you began to wonder how exactly a man could have a member like that. Sanzu was so fucking long, yet skinny and curved upwards and his tip was so beautiful, pink-ish. Your hands rested on his chest and your body tried to pull away, even though his hands went back to your waist to keep you in place.

— No worries, bunny. — He whispered, looking you straight in the eye before bringing his right hand to your wet folds and pulling them apart more gently than he thought possible. — I'll make it fit inside you, so why don't you try to relax, hm?

— Will it hurt? — It was the only thing that came out of your mouth as your breathing continued to rapid, and out of the corner of his eyes you watched as Ran also finished removing his own clothes just like his brother.

— Hmm... — Haruchiyo made a thoughtful face before slowly lowering you against his cock, making a point of calmly invading your insides with the intention of making you feel every last drop of that pain that seemed to tear you apart from the inside, almost as if you were being ripped open. — I don't know, what do you think? — Yours eyes filled with tears, and although you wanted to let your head fall back because of the pain, he continued to hold your face to force you to maintain eye contact with him.

Rindou got up from the sofa, knelt down next to where you were connected to his friend and took a good look at your abruptly enlarged cunt almost to its limits.

— Isn't she tight? — Rindou asked, looking up at Haruchiyo and arching one of his eyebrows. — Even after widening her bunnycunt with fingers it doesn't get any easier to fuck her.

— Fuck! — Sanzu gasped, forcing his hips up a little and letting Ran grab Y/N's face with one hand, pull your head back and let a trickle of saliva fall from his tongue onto your own. — She swallows practically everything, it feels so fucking good.

— Let's see if she does the same thing with her mouth. — Ran replied, rubbing the tip of his own cock against yours lips and smearing them with precum.

— Our little bunny probably doesn't even know how to suck a dick properly. — Rindou answered by putting his hand on the back of your neck and pushing your face without too much force against his brother's cock, even though you could barely get half the length in and choked as soon as Ran's tip hit your throat.

— Breathe through your nose instead of trying to pull air through your mouth. — The older Haitani advised you at the same time that Sanzu half came out of you and slammed his hips against yours not necessarily hard, but fast, before letting out a grunt of pure pleasure, you gasped with rolling eyes to soon after focus them on the handsome face of the older brother above you. — Move her head slowly back and forth, Rin. — Ran looked at his brother suggestively and he complied with the request, your tongue rubbing against the veins of his length and slowly the pain caused by Sanzu in your now no longer virgin pussy slowly disappeared as the brothers concentrated on distracting you.

Haruchiyo's efforts to get in and out of yours tight walls made you remember the sensitivity there and you couldn't classify whether the moans coming out of your mouth around Ran's cock were from pain or pleasure, but it was so good for him that at one point his hips ended up forcing themselves against your face almost fucking your mouth and it was impossible not to choke on it.

Rindou used his other hand to grab one of yours, put it on his painfully hard cock and guide you with up and down movements there. Sanzu's rhythm inside you was almost bestial, he didn't really care if your body was already tired, if yours hips would hurt afterwards, if you were more than just inexperienced. It felt so good to finally feel your walls squeezing him hard, milking his dick without any kind of shame. And to be honest, you didn't know that you might be able to get so many lewd sounds out of three guys at the same time.

— Damn… — Sanzu felt his own cock twitch against yours walls and moaned loudly. — Gonna breed you so well, fill you up until your stomach has a little budge. — He spoke up, tightening his grip on your waist and taking a few more hard thrusts inside you before he really did end up crumbling inside you and painting your walls white for the first time of your life.

You couldn't hold back for more seconds before you collapsed against his cock still spurting cum against your warm interior and your orgasm occasioned Ran's own climax, which consisted of having him squirm against your tongue and ejaculate exactly on your throat and inevitably making you swallow every last drop of his thick, salty liquid. Once Haruchiyo and the older Haitani were out of you, there wasn't much time for your body to recover from its string of orgasms before Rindou put his hands on your hips, pulled you away from Sanzu with his cum leaking down your thighs, propped your back against the couch and spread your legs to invade your insides with his cock that desperately needed a release.

Before giving you time to assimilate the actions and moaning in a mixture of pain from the sensitivity and pleasure from having Haruchiyo's cum being pushed deeper inside you, Rindou covered your lips with his in a quick kiss before starting to move so slowly that it made you have the impression that your body would end up collapsing if you couldn't cum soon.

— Ple... ase, Rindou, argh, please. — Your hands dug their nails into his forearms as yours hips forced themselves up against his. — You can... ahn, fuck... — Your breathing was so ragged that you almost struggled to think.

— You're so hasty, Sanzu did a great job of turning you into a cockslut, didn't he? — Rindou took your chin and forced you to look him straight in the eye as he began to increase his pace inside you, making a mess inside you and mixing both his precum, Haruchiyo's cum and your own liquids. — Now the only thing you know how to do is to beg to be fucked even though you've already cum three times in a row, such a nasty, lewd bunny.

And then he continued whispering several dirty, naughty words in your ear, each time feeling you clench around him harder. The moans coming out of his mouth were different from those coming from Ran or Haruchiyo, they were almost too sweet in contrast to the harsh actions he took with you. You would easily get used to hearing that beautiful melody coming from him.

And when he came inside your pussy? Fuck, the gasping whimpers and your name coming out of his lips in the form of high-pitched, hoarse moans was enough to eventually bring you to your fourth orgasm and your body slumped against Rindou's completely tired, with all your energy reserves drained until there was nothing left but fatigue and the desire for rest.

— Such a good girl. — Ran whispered in your direction pulling you up and eventually making his little brother's dick escape from inside you and the mixture of his and Sanzu's cum wet your thighs. — Look at this mess, you look so pretty for us. — And as he spoke, Haruchiyo lifted his body a little to bring the index and middle finger to yours folds and spread them apart for the visual pleasure of seeing your leaking entrance.

𝟏. 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞.

From childhood, you were brought up to always respect the authority of the Archons, who watched over the Inazuma region and gifted your people with a wonderful and luscious experience, always properly observing the holidays and celebrations, and making sure to punctually present your offerings in the times of worship. 

Having been born a female, you knew you could not bear the blessing of a vision with your frail and sinful will and duly followed your father’s teachings to learn the ways of the housewife so as not to disappoint the will of the gods. Whilst your brothers trained relentlessly in their adolescence, you were to stay at home and assist your mother in the kitchen, perfecting her recipes, following in her steps patching up their training clothes whenever they got tarnished during missions and learning how to keep a perfect household running steady. 

The only escape you were granted was dreaming of the moment your parents would present you with your future husband, the faceless figure you were indoctrinated to long for since old enough to comprehend your life wasn’t just yours, your existence was part of the bigger design drawn out by the Archon themselves, and to reject it would be to repute not only your entire being, but so the faith your family and clan were built upon, and such disgrace could simply not be an option, as the dishonour and disgrace you would curse yourself and your people would be immeasurable, so you chose to keep your head low and be keen, always keeping sweet, yearning for the day your prince would finally come to sweep you off your feet and take you away to make you his wife.

That day finally came a couple of years after your coming of age, during the spring celebrations, your clan had decided to host that year’s festival, lavishly decorating the entire compound to live up to the past festivities, full of colourful lanterns, lavish food stands littering the streets, wonderful activities for the guests at every corner and most important of all, the entire complex’s flora in full bloom. Amongst the falling petals of magnolia is where your father presented you to your future betrothed, a tall light blue haired man named Ayato Kamisato, his presence akin to a demigod, standing tall amongst the numerous personnel members accompanying him, he bowed in such a regal manner and held your hand with such gentleness before he whisked you away to accompany you through the festival, you couldn’t be more thankful for your father’s choice. 

And whilst he stepped away from you to gather some food to eat while you finally got to know each other since, in his words — a proper lady should not take part in such trivial matters like money —  you looked up at the night sky thanking the Archons for they had truly blessed you with such a godly husband.

𝟐. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐭.

The wedding preparations had been such a stressful endeavour for you, especially after discovering you were not marrying just a man, you were set to marry the head of the renowned Kamisato clan, this single information had been enough to send you spiralling into an endless pit of overthinking, questioning if you even were worthy enough to look upon such glorious and decorated man, doubting yourself if you were to ever be capable to fill the empty place at his side so many others, who you thought to be worthier than you, desperately longed for. 

Now, not only did you have to fulfil your destiny to become a godly wife, but you also had to uphold the honour of your clan as a chosen representative in front of the notorious family, not a single step nor word was to go unplanned so as not to fall in disappointment to the Kamisato clan’s members scrutiny.

The weeks prior to the ceremony had both your body and mind as tight as a string, ready to whine out in frustration at any inconvenience or problem you were presented with, from the dress not fitting properly and having to perform the proper wedding ritual perfectly replicating even the position of your toes, to the choice of which flowers and decorations to use as the banquet’s centrepieces. But as thin as you were stretched you never snapped nor wavered, always upkeeping your soft spoken and gentle facade you were taught was proper, in a weird way almost reflecting the one of your future husbands, already unconsciously stepping up to the role of a proper consort with each day that passed. 

The most worrisome inquiry though, remained the first night together, having been brought up on the notion you were to save yourself and remain pure for your future husband, as he was the one the gods assigned to educate you and guide you in your marriage, you had to remain so ignorant of the subject as not to taint your mind. Funnily enough, you weren’t even aware of the anatomical differences men and women were born with, even though you were brought up around your numerous brothers.

So much so that that night, when Ayato bared himself to you, after having thoroughly enjoyed unclothing you of the pure white cloth you were dressed with earlier in the morning, and having explored and marked your body with his mouth as to claim it as his for eternity to come, you were shocked to see his virility in all its glory. 

You were left so speechless and devoid of any thought he took it upon himself to guide you, opening you up with his slender fingers, closely examining every change of expression you would go through, your thanks and pleas for more of this foreign feeling only helping in arousing him more. 

But his gaze held darker thoughts behind the apparently enamoured facade.

Such a pure little thing, so beautiful, graceful, and most important of all, untouched. So sheltered and primed for him to corrupt and take apart, only for him to put back together with the way he ought to be more suitable to his tastes. He couldn’t wait much longer as he watched you writhe underneath his ministration, he knew he should have prepared your virgin cunt with better care so as to not make it hurt, but he was also sure you wouldn't have cared either way or better you couldn’t. So ignorant of sex and its mechanism he could manhandle you as he pleased, mistreat you and trick you into following his lead because your husband knew best, and you were to trust him and his every word, as that was the faith you were indoctrinated with.

Ayato had obtained many things in his life, his swordsmanship, his honour, the leadership of his clan and even the control of the Shuumatsuban, but all paled in comparison to claiming you, his cock sitting snugly inside you, slamming against your cervix with how brutally he was fucking you, your thighs clamped around his sharp hips, and one of his hands was free to roam and trace the bruises and teeth imprints he left with his mouth, whilst the other slowly wrapped around your throat, holding you right against the mattress perfectly still so he could watch your eyes roll back into your head as he finally let himself succumb to pleasure before passing out.

𝟑. 𝐀 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐭, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.

Every morning you would wake up in the Kamisato estate, you would thank the archons for looking down upon you and securing you with such a prosperous opportunity, before getting out of bed and allowing the maids to take over to aid you in getting ready for the long day ahead of you. The first thing on your list was to cook a fulfilling breakfast for your husband, even though his staff was plenty equipped to do so on their own, you couldn’t let your talents go to waste and so you settled for overseeing the cooking staff and guiding them into following your husband’s wishes for the day’s meals he communicated to you the night before.  

After helping him dress and get ready for the day you would bid him goodbye at the door like a proper wife would as he’d leave the household to tend to his duties as clan leader, leaving you to arrange the homely duties, such as staff shifts, organising events for the fellow clan’s members, basically just busying yourself with all possible tasks related to the household or social norms whilst waiting for your beloved to come home.

It was not uncommon or out of place to talk about children as a married couple, especially if you considered it was part of Ayato’s duty as the clan leader to conceive a male heir, to continue the bloodline, but after the first night as a married couple your husband had started to demand for you to let him breed you regularly as to ensure an offspring as soon as possible, which you didn’t quite understand the purpose of, considering you thought that only one time would have been enough according to your threadbare knowledge of basic biology, but he’s your husband, after all, he knows best. 

You’d be a bad wife if you questioned him.

So you always happily obliged, flipping up your skirts and bending over the dresser every morning to let him cum inside you, always making sure to thank him for gifting you his seed to impregnate you, before picking up your discarded underwear and making sure it fit snug enough around your entrance as not to waste any of your husband’s precious gift. 

You had learned that if you managed not to spill any down your thighs during the day he would reward you by giving you a subsequent second round of breeding, many times have you ride him right at the dinner table as a form of personalised dessert as he liked to call it, uncaring of the many eyes observing you from the walls of the grand dining room, all the while praising you for being such a good subservient wife for him, his precious blessing gifted to him by the Archons.

However, if you didn’t, he would ensure to remind you that wasting such a precious thing like the Kamisato’s seed had consequences, making sure to have you personally clean any spillage by licking it up yourself from the floor under his supervision, and with each misspent drop, you could be sure to anticipate at least five strikes of his trusted bamboo stick he liked to keep in his office, sitting right before the outer edge of his desk, always ready for him to be put to use as he saw fit, to keep all of the people the gods had put below him in check.

𝟒. 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

Your parents and elders had indoctrinated you with the belief that your husband was to be considered as holy as the god themselves, anything he chose for you was for your own good as he knew better since he was born a man, made in the image of the gods themselves, and so above you. Everything he did was for the greater good, he knew how to decipher the design the gods had in plan for both of you and nothing would stray him from fulfilling the glory you two were destined to obtain.

Hence why, when you awoke for the first time from a foreign pulsing sensation, somewhat panicking at the unusual weight you were feeling constrained under, only to realise your husband had decided, unbeknownst to you, to use your sleeping body to satisfy his burning desire, you simply let him. 

You didn’t object nor even so moved a single finger, happy to lay there and let him use you as he saw fit, after all that’s what you were taught. Always be a good wife, lenient and pliant for your husband, you are just a tool for him to reach his true godly glory in the eternal life, after all, you are there to aid him into leaving a legacy for the future to witness and as such you should always be ready for him, conscient or not.

And as you laid there, balancing on the edge between sleep and awake, you listened to him talking down onto you, how you laying there oh so peacefully had tempted him, that your body being sprawled in such provoking position had caused him to have sinful thoughts and because of them he needed to punish you by using you and could cleanse himself of his sin if and only he managed to finish inside of you. All the while battering your insides, uncaring of any discomfort you might have to face in the following morning, his gaze zeroed in on your soft features, never stopping the venom spilling from his mouth.

But like any good and righteous wife would, you apologised to him, apologised for your sins with half asleep mumbles you barely managed to conjure up from your slumber plagued throat, croaking feeble asks for his forgiveness, to please not hate how his wife could not restrain her sinful temperament as it was your original sin and cross to bear in existence when the gods created you to be born as a woman, that you would do anything and everything to help him cleanse his being, starting from letting him use your body to expel this deplorable affliction, with each and any hole he decided to use to rid himself of his disgraceful lust.

𝟓. 𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲.

There were many things you still didn’t quite understand about your marriage, considering the only example of a relationship you ever witnessed up close was the one between your parents, but you thought each clan had to have their own traditions, or at least that’s what you would tell yourself every time your faith even threatened to waver in front of your husband’s actions. 

You wondered if your mother had to go through the same treatments as you as you stood in front of your bathroom mirror tracing the marks Ayato would leave behind on your innocent body early in the morning, in those brief moments before he woke up, the only window of time you had to think of yourself before quickly hiding the bruises underneath layers of eccentric fabrics, along with those shameful thoughts, and scurrying off to the kitchen to see if his breakfast was ready to be served.

You pondered on why exactly your beloved husband would feel the need to punish you so cruelly before the bout of doubtful thoughts got shattered by the sharp impact of the bamboo against the flesh of your ass, quickly washing away any considerations and substituting them with meek and genuine apologies for the inexcusable behaviour you were guilty of, knowing it was your place to submit and obey to your husband, and the consequences of not adhering to said conditions were to be felt and earned on your bare skin.

You constantly asked yourself was truly what the gods meant for you, every time he would choose to bend you over and empty his balls inside you, at the most random moments of the day, in any setting private enough for him to do so, uncaring if the mansion’s servants were present or not, if this was truly your greatest calling, if because of how you were born you couldn't have had any higher inspiration in life than to bear your husband’s descendants, if being used akin to a breeding cattle was your one and only purpose.

But you never voiced these complaints, always remembering the mantra that had been ingrained into your brain since you were born, you were to keep sweet and so you did. Always remaining perfectly pliant, bending and jumping over backwards to carry out each of your husband’s requests, and making sure you would deliver in the most godful way.

After all, you were born into this world just a mere woman, your private doubts were of course the seed of sin that had been planted in you by the evil polluting this world, tainting your form and impeding you from achieving the greater good and that’s what made you unworthy of being above your husband. The meddlesome hesitancy that underlined your very being was to be ignored and shoved down like a bitter pill to swallow, you were born a sinful being in your essence, tainted at birth by this cruel world, unlike your husband, who was born godly and blessed.

Who were you to go against his teachings and beliefs but a mere flawed being. 

And so you didn’t. You made sure to be soft-spoken and kind mannered and kept sweet, always prim and proper for Ayato to use as he pleased, keeping your head down and never making a peep unless authorised to do so. Submitting fully to his, and by the default, the Archons’ higher design.

"Wives, submit yourselves to your own husbands as you do to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior. Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything." - Ephesians 5:22-24

flirty brown eyes meet yours through the tinted glass of your sunglasses, his handsome smile making your heart skip as you sit up and take the cold drink from his hands.

oikawa takes the seat next to you, handing his phone over to you to let you choose the next song. his fingers trace the rim of his beer bottle as he watches you type something on the screen before leaning back against the chair.

“my dad will yell at you for giving me alcohol,” you peer up at him, taking the straw between your lips.

he takes a long sip of his beer in hopes of calming down the myriad of thoughts swirling in his mind. it’s sinful how the wet fabric of your swimsuit clings onto your form while you lie under the sun—unbothered. but it’s even worse how the star of those thoughts it’s his best friend’s daughter.

“you’re an adult, you’re allowed to have fun.”

you scoff, “tell him that.”

iwaizumi has never been a strict parent but he likes to play the overprotective dad role every once in a while.

“he’s your dad. it’s kind of his job,” he tilts his head in his friend’s direction, his stare serious before switching into a playful one, “and mine is to be the cool uncle.”

you can’t help but snort, “who said you were cool?”

oikawa fake gasps at your statement, but his posture immediately tenses up as uneasiness takes over his body. 

he doesn’t have an idea when it all started, or when did the playful banter between you two turned into this unbearable sexual tension. many nights he has been haunted in his dreams by your cute but taunting smile, poking fun at him until his lips land on yours, and kissing you until you’re reduced to a pathetic whimpering mess.

“–kawa you asshole!”

hanamaki’s voice snaps him out of his trance, both of your heads turning to look at said man as he scolds matsukawa for spilling his drink on the table.

“don’t stay under the sun for too long,” oikawa suddenly stands up, shooting you a forced smirk, “or you’ll get wrinkles.”

you stick your tongue out at him and watch him walk away, staring at his back while a silly smile settles on your lips.

—

the sun has already set when you make your way inside.

you ignore the two drunk men passed out on the couch as you look around for your dad, but when you fail to catch sight of him, you decide to take a look in the kitchen.

oikawa’s shirtless back greets you, his muscles bulging under his tanned skin as he seems to be struggling with a bottle of wine.

“you’re doing it wrong.”

he immediately halts his movements and turns to look at you, “i’m sorry?”

you smirk, “you’re forgiven.”

he scoffs at your little joke, but when you see the hint of a smirk tugging his lips upwards you know he’s enjoying it as much as you are. with a push of your hips, you shove him aside and grab the corkscrew from his hands.

“this, is how you do it.”

he leans on the kitchen counter with his elbow as he observes you do your thing, “you’re being too awfully cocky lately.”

“not my fault you can’t open a wine bottle the right way,” you shrug before smiling triumphantly once it's open, taking a swig of the bottle.

it’s probably the way your eyes gleam under the dim lights, or how your lips look plump and glossy after drinking the wine. either way, the words leave oikawa’s mouth before he can think twice.

“oh? care to tell me what else i don’t do the right way?”

you watch as he takes the bottle from your hands and takes a sip, “you’d be surprised. i know more than what you may think.”

“i doubt it.”

“try me.”

the words hang in the air, the hidden meaning begging to be addressed but you stare at each other in silence, your chests heaving up as you wait for the other to make a move.

“do you know what’s been on my mind lately?” he’s the first one to break the silence, his figure looming above you while his hand moves to rest on your hip.

your breath hitches as you shake your head. gone is the playful gleam in your eyes, his stare feeling as if he’s a predator and you the helpless prey.

“you.”

he pauses, gauging your reaction while you feel your heart pounding wildly in your chest.

“oi!” 

you both jump at the sound of your dad’s voice. iwaizumi stands behind you with his car keys on hand, exhaustion evident in his posture.

“they’re hammered, i’m going to drive them home. you need a ride?”

the question’s directed at oikawa, who’s suddenly feeling like a deer caught in the headlights.

did he see anything? he wonders. but the tired look in his best friend’s face lets him know he doesn’t suspect a thing.

“nah, i’m good,” the odd look iwaizumi sends his way prompts him to come up with an excuse, “i’ll clean up and then i’ll be on my way out.”

on a normal day, iwaizumi would’ve refused. but if he could escape your mom’s wrath after the mess they made, then he’d take it in a heartbeat. good thing she’s out on her casino night.

“thanks, man. see you around.”

you both watch as he exits the kitchen, the tense atmosphere remaining even after hearing the front door close behind the three men.

you can’t help but deflate a bit, sensing the ‘moment’ between you is gone.

“where were we?”

your eyes widen and refuse to meet his, choosing to fiddle with your fingers as you repeat what he said earlier in a small voice, “you said… you said you were thinking of me.”

oikawa has to stop himself from cooing at your nervousness, humming instead as he takes one step in your direction.

“mhm, all day,” his hands snake around your waist to pull you flush against him, “i’ve been thinking about fucking you.” 

a small gasp leaves your mouth, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“you enjoyed teasing me, didn’t you? parading around in that slutty swimsuit of yours with your tits spilling out of your bra?”

he hauls you up by your waist and places you on the granite counter, settling himself between your legs, “i could see your nipples getting hard, begging to be kissed,” one of his hands leaves your waist and moves upwards to pinch your nipple. he can’t help but coo at the faint whimper that escapes your lips, “hmm, so cute.”

oikawa’s lips connect with yours, his other hand holding you by the back of your head while the other keeps rubbing the hardened nub. once his tongue glides into your mouth, breathless moans fill the kitchen.

“a-ah, uncle tooru,” you run your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.

he starts to make his way down, kissing your neck and collarbone before he reaches your chest. his teeth graze your hard nipple, toying with it while a large hand moves down between your legs and pushes the fabric covering your pussy aside.

two long fingers prod between your folds, sliding in easily and making you groan.

“naughty girl, so wet already,” he rasps in your ear, throat dry at the sight of your wet folds.

the wetness dripping from your hole immediately coats his digits, making it easier for him to tease your insides. the pads of his index and middle fingers curl upwards to touch the soft walls, massaging them in slow movements.

“mm, fuck–” it’s exhilarating how good he’s making you feel just with his fingers, pulling moans so effortlessly out of you.

“feels good, hm?”

“yes, yes, so so good–” your head falls limp against his shoulder, your hands resting on his biceps as you try to hold onto something, “please… faster.”

the pace of his hand picks up while his thumb brushes over your clit, watching you lose yourself in the pleasure. his cock hardens at the filthy sounds of your pussy sucking his fingers in and your wanton moans.

“so needy,” he murmurs, a breathless chuckle falling right in your ear, “be a doll and cum for me. will you? c’mon, baby. i know you can do it.”

your grip on his shoulders tightens, his encouraging words awakening something in you that has you cumming right after. warmth floods your body as you chant his name desperately, the friction of his finger against your clit prolonging your high and making it difficult to catch your breath.

it takes you a minute to recover from the daze, his body-heat overwhelming you and fogging up your mind.

it’s not until he takes his fingers out of your dripping core and has a taste of your juices when he truly feels the lust take over him.

oikawa immediately picks you up from the kitchen counter, your legs wrapping around his torso as he blindly makes his way to your room.

his mouth moves hungrily against yours, your bodies occasionally colliding against the walls since you refuse to let go of each other. once you reach your bedroom, he pushes the door open and places you on the bed, climbing on top of you and latching his mouth onto your neck.

“baby, i need to– hmm,” the roll of your hips against his front causes his cock to twitch in his shorts, “need to fuck you.”

your eyes close when he moves your bra down and starts sucking on your nipple, one of your hands tangling in his hair and pushing his face onto your chest.

“want you so badly, please.”

“don’t worry, princess. i’ll make you cum again, so many times, and fill your needy cunt with my cum,” he murmurs against your chest, his tongue gliding over the sensitive skin while he rolls his hips against your core, “you’re gonna be a good little slut for me, right? bounce on my cock like a bitch in heat?”

you have never heard something so filthy leave his mouth, the promise of another orgasm sending a jolt down to your center.

“y-yes, i’ll do whatever you want! just please, fuck me.”

“yes, what?” his eyes glint with malice as he looks down at you, waiting for you to reply.

“yes... sir.”

a captivating smile graces his lips as he moves up from your chest to your face, his mouth hovering right above yours, “good girl.”

before you can process his words, he flips you on top of him, his hands going straight to your ass and squeezing the flesh. you notice the hardness underneath you and you have to stop yourself from bucking your hips against it.

with a tap on your butt, he signals you to lift your hips, taking off his shorts and turning to the side to place them somewhere. but in your drunken state, all you can focus on is on the cock in front of you, the flushed head glistening with pre-cum and causing your mouth to water.

he’s turning around when you wrap a hand around his girth, making him jolt under you before you lift your eyes to stare back at him.

“patience, baby. i’m not going anywhere,” he chuckles at the same time you rub his cock between your folds. his eyes stare intensely at you, watching you coat him with your juices before aligning him with your hole, “shit, i wish i could watch you like this forever.”

“you can have me whenever you want, sir. i’m yours.”

his cock parts your lower lips as you start sinking down, the vein on the underside of his shaft rubbing deliciously against your walls until he’s bottoming out. his hands rest on your hips, letting you get used to the stretch before he starts to rock you back and forth, slowly.

“feels so good… m-more.”

strong arms wrap around your waist, bringing your torso down until your breasts are pressed against his chest. his thrusts become intense, making you squeal as his laugh reverberates in his chest. he slaps your ass with one hand, groaning when your walls clamp down around him.

“tightest cunt i’ve ever fucked,” he groans.

“h-harder, fuck me harder,” you plead and, in a matter of seconds, he’s ramming his cock into you just like you asked. the friction of his length against your insides makes you dizzy, your mind wandering to how would it feel to be filled with his seed, “god– ugh, want your cum.”

“hm? my pretty little cumslut wants to milk me dry?”

he pushes you up as he slows down his pace, whines leaving your mouth in frustration. oikawa helps you bounce on top of him, his pelvic bone brushing against your swollen clit which causes your orgasm to approach faster than expected.

“‘m so close,” your rhythm falters, hips moving back and forth desperately in search of that delicious friction, “gonna cum, sir. please, make me cum.”

oikawa’s grip on your hips tightens, one of his hands moving down to your clit and rubbing it in fast circles, “shit– so tight,” he moans when you clench your muscles around his cock, feeling it twitch inside of you, “fuck, fuck, i’m cumming!”

he barely manages to rasp out before warm spurts of cum paint your walls, his cock throbbing against them while he keeps moving in and out of your hole. you follow suit, your pussy trembling around him as you both ride out your orgasms.

his cock visibly twitches once it's out of your cunt, lying flat on his stomach while white cum slowly drips on top of it. spreading your asscheeks, he stares at your glistening cunt and watches your juices coat him before flipping you onto your back. his entire weight rests on top of you, caging you in a mating press and entering your raw walls again.

“s-sir, no more! ‘m too sensitive– ah,” your legs are shaking at the overstimulation, his cock reaching so deep that you can feel it nudging at your cervix.

he grunts as he keeps thrusting into you, his balls slapping against your ass while you try to fight him, “one more, baby.”

“i-i can’t! no, no, no, please...” your nails dig in his muscles, a futile attempt to get him to slow down.

the slapping of skin on skin is loud, your cries encouraging him to drill harder into your pussy until he’s flooding it with his thick cum.

“shit, princess. of course you can. isn’t this what you wanted? you’re such a slut for me, i’ve known it all this time.”

you know you want to cum, but another tingling feeling settles on your belly and, after a perfectly directed thrust from his part, you gush around his cock.

“holy shit.”

everything seems to stop around you, drooling and babbling nonsense as you’re sent into a high that leaves your mind floating, your body growing limp under oikawa as he continues to fuck your hole until he’s filling it again.

the euphoria stops you from noticing when he pulls out, also missing how he remains above you with his softening cock in hand and pumping it slowly. a groan escapes your mouth when a sudden warmth soaks your sweaty skin, making you close your eyes and bask in it.

“fuck, baby,” he angles his cock in your direction, allowing his piss to pour down onto your ruined pussy and down your bedsheets, “look at you, my pretty little slut.

your craving for him was so powerful that you failed to notice the phone standing on your bedside table, angled directly at you. even when familiar moans blare through its speakers after oikawa picks it up, smiling down at it as he readies himself to enter you once more.

And Kuroo’s more or less content with the free drinks he receives, the frequent raises his boss dishes out, and the one-night stands he easily gets as a perk of his little power. He really does enjoy the gifts other people seem to drop into his lap and the temporary flings he always finds himself in.

But he’s bored.

He wants more. He’s had enough of the short-lived gratification every time he persuades another pretty girl to come home with him.

So when he sees you walk by his office window, with your head always ducked low and your modest outfits all prim and put-together, it’s out of a passing curiosity - just a whim - that he starts his experiment. He wants to know just how far he can go in suggesting ideas and replacing thoughts, just how deep he can reach, and you’re perfect. You’re an unassuming and quiet coworker, you don’t attract attention, and he can tell that you’re one of those good girls just from the way you flush and avert your gaze when he talks to you.

Besides, he’s always wondered what your ass would look like in tighter skirts. Or, alternatively, with no clothes on at all.

Kuroo decides to make a project out of you.

As the days pass, he makes sure to time his coffee breaks so they sync up perfectly with yours. He makes sure not to do anything too overt, though - he doesn’t make you give him your number right off the bat, or ask you out immediately, or even drop any compliments. He wants to play it a little more subtle this time.

You find that you can’t help but take note of him, partly due to his constant presence, but also because you just can’t seem to tear your eyes away. Suddenly, there’s an insistent urge in the back of your mind constantly telling you where to direct your gaze, a little voice that whispers out how good his collarbones look, or how his back muscles ripple out under his shirt when he stretches. Your eyes seem drawn to his - and every time you make eye contact, you start flushing furiously, a tingling warmth spreading down your spine and into your cunt.

When you pass by his office, all he has to do is flash a cheeky grin, wink, and just like that, your panties are fucking soaked. You don’t know why you’re no longer able to control yourself around him, but it must be natural, right? It’s normal to have a relationship with a coworker go from completely platonic to you fantasizing about him stuffing your cunt full, right?

If he’s going to be honest, Kuroo likes seeing how horny he can make you every time he’s close by. He likes the way your face heats up, the way that cute body of yours seems to tense up, the way you cross your legs a little bit tighter when he walks by.

It’s not hard to make up fantasies to put in your mind, either - Kuroo thinks about you nearly all the time, after all. So when he finds himself drifting off in his office, thinking of the way you’d moan and scream and mark up his back if he were to pound you into the mattress, or maybe of how your pretty face would look dripping with his cum as he grips your hair and fucks your face, he doesn’t mind sharing them with you. And the look on your face when he does - oh, baby, it’s so precious.

You must be barely more than a virgin with how absolutely ashamed you act.

And slowly, of course, your wardrobe begins to change. When you find yourself at the mall, you’re no longer looking for conservative sweaters and cardigans that disguise the shape of your body. Maybe you’ve just lost interest in that style, especially with the way you find yourself drawn to the more… vivacious section. Now, you find it empowering to sift through racks of the tightest skirts, of v-neck blouses that give away your cleavage whenever you lean over.

When you show up at work, legs clad in tight stockings and your breasts pushed tight up against your shirt, you feel almost proud when Kuroo sees the way you’re dressed. In fact, when you find your gaze drawn to his, looking into his dark pupils blown wide with arousal, you feel that intense, throbbing heat in your cunt flare up again.

You feel good. You feel happy. You dress this way because you want to.

And when he finally asks you out to dinner, it’s easy - almost second nature - for you to say yes. Why would you ever want to say no when you’ve been so fixated on him for the past few weeks, when your mind has been filled with the dirtiest, unspeakable thoughts, when you’re so undeniably attracted to him?

On that date, you can barely think straight.

You’re just so fucking turned on the entire time, aren’t you? You can’t stop thinking about the way his cock would feel dragging up against your tight, wet, heat, about how his fingers would feel methodically taking you apart, how the flat of his tongue would feel flicking up across your clit.

You don’t care about the food. You barely even notice how much the bill for the dinner comes to. All you can think about is him.

Kuroo finds it almost endearing how tightly you cling onto his side during the taxi ride to your place. He can feel how warm you are, your shallow breaths puffing in and out, the way you tremble when he brings a thumb up to caress your cheek.

His experiment was so fucking worth it. You’re putty in his hands, a little plaything he can mold and shape to his liking.

That night, you are very much to his liking.

You pull him out of the taxi, whispering into his ear how much you’d like to show him around, but he isn’t fooled. You’ve invited him up not because you want to give a tour of your living area, but because you need him, because you don’t really have a choice with the way he’s been conditioning you for the past few weeks.

Barely five minutes have passed before you drag him to your bedroom, stripping off every useless item of clothing off. “Please,” you whimper. “Fuck me. Please. Please. I want it so bad.”

He knows you’re telling the truth, and as he grasps your thighs with his large hands and spreads you until you’re open and dripping, he’s only too happy to oblige.

Sucking gentle kisses along the crook of your neck, he bites at your soft flesh, running his tongue up along your pulse point until you shiver. He reaches down, trailing his hand over your chest and tummy until he arrives at your clit, and rubs slow, feather-light circles that leave you squirming and shaking, bucking into thin air until he grabs your hips and holds them down firmly in place.

He knows you want more. He can tell by the way your puffy clit pulses, swollen and tender, and the way you mewl whenever his fingers brush against your entrance.

“More,” you whisper, eyes wide and pleading. “I need more. Please.”

His cock twitches at the ragged desperation in your voice, and he almost wants to draw it out for a bit longer. You make such a pretty picture - he wants to run his hands through your disheveled hair, all mussed up and soft, wants to hold your face, glowing with sweat and flushed pink, wants to sear how depraved you look into his mind forever.

But who is he to deny you when you’re begging so nicely?

Weeks of pent up frustration have left you so, so sensitive - after all, your short, stubby fingers can’t reach nearly as far as his can, and the angle he’s able to hit every time he curls his fingers in a come-hither there motion isn’t something you could ever replicate. It’s so easy to make you cum when you’re desperate, and he indulges you, making you cream around his fingers as he thrusts them deeper and strokes at your walls.

And when he’s done prepping you, Kuroo finds that fucking into a needy cunt is so much better than just a willing one. Your pussy, slick and dripping wet, almost seems to suck his cock into your hole, and the lewd moan that falls from your lips as he bottoms out sends heat rushing to his core. He goes slow and careful at first - he wants you to enjoy this, after all - but your pussy feels so good, so warm and velvety, that he can’t help but speed up and ram his cock into you until you’re squealing like a bitch in heat. It might feel better without the condom he has on in the way, but that’s okay - he’ll save fucking you raw for another day.

After that night, you only grow more eager. You start doing things you never would’ve even imagined prior to his little interventions - you send him nudes from the work bathroom, slutty pictures that show off the curve of your ass and your tits covered in lace, candid shots of your lips wrapped around your fingers, sucking on them like you would his cock, even pictures of your cunt right after you’ve been touching yourself.

And just days after he’d fucked you for the first time, you find yourself at the pharmacist picking up birth control. You want to feel him cum inside you, to paint your pussy white and stuff you full until his seed is dripping out of you and dirtying the sheets.

Most of all, you want to please him. You want to make him feel good so that he’ll fuck you, offer you some sweet relief from the persistent ache in your cunt that gets particularly intense whenever he’s nearby.

You let him fuck you almost anywhere, anytime. He bends you over the sink in public bathrooms, running his fingers along your folds, or sprawls you out on his lap in his car, his cock deep in your cunt. You don't really mind if other people see the two of you - as long as he's gripping your hips tight, bruising your cervix until your skin blooms black and blue, sticky drool leaking from the corners of your mouth - he could be showing your naked cunt off in the middle of Times Square for all you care.

Kuroo can’t help but beam with pride at the way your demeanor has changed as of late. You used to blush whenever he would make eye contact with you, and now you’re begging him to get you off during rush hour on public transportation.

He likes this new version of you very much.

-

Months go by, and you find that it gets harder to focus at work. Early on, it was easy to ignore the heat curling in your stomach whenever your thoughts drifted to Kuroo, but now the artificial glare of the screen gives you a headache, and the numbers and letters on the spreadsheets all seem to meld and jumble together until you can’t tell which is which.

You don’t really care about your boss’s performance review anymore. The customers can scream all they like. The most pressing concern on your mind, the one that you just can’t stop thinking about, is the insatiable need for Kuroo to fuck you, to lift you up against the wall and bounce you on his cock like a ragdoll.

Why would anything else matter?

To be completely honest, Kuroo hadn’t anticipated this particular side effect, but he supposes it makes sense that the more thoughts he replaces, the less original ones remain. There’s no longer as much of who you were before left, and - oh, Kuroo really shouldn’t be doing this to you, should he? But he finds that he doesn’t really care, doesn’t really mind, because you look so much better in your tight skirts, so much happier being the slut he’s slowly trained you to be.

He did like you for your personality - he really did. It was nice seeing you cute and quiet, but there’s just no room left for who you were anymore.

We’re all shaped and molded by our environment, aren’t we? The people we surround ourselves with, the places we grow up and live our lives in - it just happened that for you, your environment was Kuroo, and he did the work that society probably would have done anyway - albeit a bit differently, a bit more extreme.

Of course, he’s not delusional. He knows he’s responsible for the way you are now, so when you eventually get fired, he takes you in and lets you live with him. This way, you’re safe and warm and taken care of, and in exchange, he gets easy access to your cunt whenever he wants. There’s no more need for midnight calls or texts, because his pretty little fuckdoll is always waiting for him when he comes home.

He doesn’t have a spare room, but that’s not a problem. He lets you sleep on a couch at first, but the nice, comfy cage he orders for you comes in after just a few days. After all, he doesn’t want all his hard work to go to waste, and besides - you’re content with the few amenities your new accommodations offer: food, water, air, and cock.

Kuroo often finds himself admiring your pretty face, an expectant, needy expression plastered on your features and your eyes glazed over, stuck between the dirty metal bars like a dog waiting for a treat from its owner. He can’t help but think that this is how you were always meant to be, that this is the perfect relationship that makes both of you happiest.

Considering the state you’re in, you really don’t know any better, do you?

"You're such a needy slut. I bet your cunt is already drenched and I haven't even touched you yet." You knew you were in trouble from the way Tsukishima smirked,  a devilish glint in his eyes. "What, cat got your tongue, little baby? You want me so much that you won't even wait for your dessert to arrive?"

"Kei, what if someone hears you? Y-You shouldn't say things like these in public," your cheeks felt on fire, his words stirring something deep in your core. You rubbed your thighs together under the table to relieve a bit of the pressure, your needy cunt aching to be touched. Even that little bit of friction felt so good, but you needed more. 

"Don't think I don't know what you're doing, I can see your legs shifting. I know you're trying to get off. And you say I'm the pervert? Aren't you scared they'll notice how hungry you are for my cock?" You felt his hand rub your knee, his fingers pinching painfully at your exposed skin. "Tell me, baby, would you rather have the chocolate mousse or my fingers fucking you deep inside your cunt?"

You knew when you got dressed for your date that your outfit was going to drive Tsukishima crazy. It was his favorite color and the cut of the dress hugged your hips just right. But you still didn't expect him to start teasing you like this in the middle of the restaurant. His words were sending shivers down your spine directly to your core and the last thing you wanted was for people to notice how flustered you were. 

"I don't think it's polite to leave before our order arrives, Kei." There was a note of hesitation in your voice and judging by the grin on his face, you could tell he noticed. You hoped he’d let it go, but you knew him better than that. Oh, he would use every last bit of ammunition. You braced yourself, his grip on your knee tightening, nails digging into the supple skin just enough to pull a soft mewl from you. 

"So you think it's more polite to parade that shapely ass of yours in that low-cut dress, hmm? I can perfectly see your every curve, you could as well be naked." How you wished you could wipe that confident smirk off his face. But you couldn't, not when you could barely look at him, too embarrassed to hold his teasing gaze for more than a few seconds. "Tell me, did you wear that dress so everyone could see how much of a slut you are, or did you just want to get my attention?"

"Kei, I thought you would like it," you confessed reluctantly after a moment, your eyes darting to his to gauge his reaction. He looked pleased. Too pleased.

Tsukishima lifted his hand from your leg and grinned, a hint of something darker in his tone as he spoke “I’ll ask for the check and for the dessert to go. I think someone needs to learn what happens when they try to tease me.”

He ordered a taxi and the whole way to your apartment his fingers would wander up and down your leg, getting closer and closer to the hem of your panties. Whenever you looked up at him though, Tsukishima was looking out the window with a disinterested look on his face.

 He feigned indifference so well that you would think the way he played with you did nothing for him. But you could see the outline of his cock twitching in his pants whenever he brushed his hand against the cloth separating it from your heat. If only he moved his fingers a little bit up so it would graze your clit. You wanted his touch so badly you thought you were going crazy. 

Still, he gave you no satisfaction. But once inside your apartment, he grabbed your hand and pulled you to his chest, tightening his arms around you. You gulped. “Where do you think you’re running to, baby? There’s no getting out of this. You wanted my attention and now you got it, pretty little slut. Yeah, you know just what you're doing strutting that ass around, don't play coy now."

He released his hold on you, but before you could do anything he grabbed you by your hair, commanding in a saccharine tone "Now, be a good girl and get on your knees, I know how desperate you are for my cock.”

You felt your folds grow wetter at his words. You knew he was right, you were a slut. Otherwise, why would the way he degraded you make you into such a needy mess? Why did you want so badly to push him, to have him take control of you?

"I need to get changed Kei, can’t this wait a bit?” You knew that disobeying him when he was in this mood spelled punishment for you, but punishment was exactly what you craved. You wanted him to use you, make you his little sex toy. 

“Now, now, you know what happens to whores who talk back, don’t you?” in a flash his hand was between your legs, middle finger probing at your covered slit. “I can already feel how soaked you are. Don’t try to play me, we both know you want to choke on my cock.” His other hand reached for your neck and with a sadistic smile on his face he clasped his fingers around it painfully, cutting your blood flow. “Tell me, will you get on your knees or do I have to make you?”

You let out a whimper, making a desperate attempt to nod. He loved seeing you like this, his smart and beautiful girl reduced to a dumb slut at his fingertips. The way your eyes widened and your mouth opened and closed without making a sound, pliant body shaking and squirming, it sent pleasurable jolts to his cock. 

Once he finished admiring you, he released your neck, eyes still locked on yours as he started to unzip his pants, freeing his erection. You kneeled, looking up at him “Open your mouth and suck it”. Without putting up any resistance you parted your lips, taking his throbbing cock inside your hot mouth. His precum coated your tongue and his scent filled your nostrils. It was intoxicating, you felt your panties getting drenched with your juices.

He grabbed your hair, pushing you deeper against his shaft, making you choke on his length. Your neck hurt, burning from the way he choked you. His tip hit the back of your throat with each thrust and he roughly pulled at your hair, fucking your face with little regard for how it felt for you. He was using you. But why was it tuning you on? You wanted him to touch you, craved to feel more of him, wanted to be used. But mostly you wanted him to help you alleviate some of the pressure that had been piling up in your core for the past hour.

“Don’t assume I don’t know what you want, baby. I can see you looking at me with those pleading eyes, like a famished little cockslut. Is pleasing me not doing enough for your hungry cunt, hmm?” you whimpered at his words, his pace picking up “If you want me to indulge you, show me that you’re a good girl. Take my whole cock down that slutty throat of yours and I’ll make you cum.”

After a couple more minutes, Tsukishima stopped his thrusts with a smirk and let you take control of the movements. You braced yourself, taking his cock deeper and deeper, inch by inch, desperate to please him. Tears welled up in your eyes from the strain and before long they were running down your face, ruining your perfect makeup. He pulled his length out of your abused throat and cooed, cupping your cheeks with a twisted smile “Now, that’s my good little slut. It wasn't that hard now, was it? Go lie on the bed and wait – no touching yourself.”

A few moments later he was between your legs, fingers brushing your thighs as you moaned, his feathery touches setting your skin ablaze. “K-Kei, I-I need you, p-please, I can’t t-take the teasing. I-I need more!” you begged as your hands gripped the sheets.

“Tsk, tsk, you should know by now that telling me not to tease you will just make me want to tease you more. I'm disappointed, I thought you would be smarter than this. I have nothing else to do tonight and I can just stay here and touch, fondle, kiss and fuck you to the brink of orgasm until you’re begging for me to make you cum and then stop. Rinse and repeat. I know I said I will reward you, but I didn’t say I would be making it easy for you, no, no, no,” he chuckled.

Reaching the hem of your panties he pulled them down, slowly, making sure to leave lingering touches on your skin with each movement. Every one of his movements and actions were designed to drive you insane. You were beginning to regret wearing that dress.

You felt a finger gently brush against your clit and then slowly sliding between your sopping folds. “K-Kei, please," you cried loudly, the ache in your core becoming unbearable. The pain in your abused throat dulled, the pleasure in your cunt overshadowing it. 

“You’re fucking drenched. So pathetic. You’ll make a mess of the sheets at this pace. Are you sure you don’t just want me to stop?” He laughed at the way your eyes widened, tears threatening to spill once more.

“P-please, Kei, I don’t care about the sheets,” you pleaded. You needed this, you didn't know how much more teasing you could take before your sanity slipped from you. 

Gathering your slick, he pushed the finger slowly inside you, feeling each ridge of your walls as they instantly started tightening around it.

“Don’t tell me you’re such a needy slut that you’re coming from just my finger. I’ll have to punish you in a different way then," he shoved another finger inside you, picking up the pace while his thumb was rubbed at your clit. You came undone in moments, moans erupting from your lips, body thrashing violently as your juices spilled all over Tsukishima’s hand and on the bed. Still, he didn’t slow down, finger-fucking you through your orgasm. He was nothing if not determined to break you tonight.

Without letting up, he leaned over you, taking a clothed nipple into his mouth, tongue rolling over the sensitive bud before he sank his teeth into the soft flesh. You screamed, you could feel the coil in your stomach tightening more and more, the high from your previous climax barely having passed.

“P-please, slow down, it’s too much,” your words were barely intelligible between the mix of moans and cries. Tsukishima didn't care anyways. You were responding so nicely to him, your body going into overdrive and he didn't even put his cock inside you yet.

Adding a third digit, he sped up his pace stretching your walls even more. “K-Kei” you cried out his name as an orgasm washed over you once more, your body contracting violently beneath Tsukishima. You could barely control your muscles, your eyes shut close and tongue falling out of your open mouth. 

“I hope you’re ready for the main course, baby. I’ll use that cunt of yours, watch how it desperately sucks in my cock. You're so pathetic, I wonder if I'll even feel anything with how fucking wet you are.” 

You were delirious, barely making out his words. Popping his fingers out of your sopping hole, he cleaned them on the already messy sheets and placed your shaking legs on his shoulders. “I think you had enough of a break, what do you say?” he chuckled as he pushed his length inside you. You loved it, the mix of pain and pleasure from the stretch. He knew you couldn't answer, but talking to you while he fucked you dumb was giving him a twisted satisfaction. He relished watching you struggle to understand what he said, too busy taking his fat cock up your cunt.

Your tongue was lolling out of your mouth, eyes rolling at the back of your head with each thrust, hands frantically gripping the sheets, desperately trying to steady yourself as the array of sensations was overtaking your body. Tsukishima’s thumb was back on your clit, rubbing, your walls clenching around his cock and milking as you kept cumming and cumming around it. He reached out his hand, palm clasping firmly around your neck once more.

“Dumb sluts don’t need air, do they, baby? They just need to be railed, fucked until cock is the only thing left on their mind. How many times have you cum already, four? Five? You enjoy it when I choke you? Like giving me complete control over you, hmm?” soft whimpers were all you could muster, your body too sensitive.

You felt Tsukishima’s cock getting harder inside you, his cockhead smacking your cervix. You were spent and your mind was blank, consciousness slipping, but your cunt was still reacting to his cock moving in and out of you, still squeezing him with each thrust. Through the haziness you felt your climax approaching and bursting yet again as his movements came to a halt. Hot cum spilled from your overused cunt, mixed with your own juices. 

He released his hold on your neck and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. He collapsed on top of you, trying to shift his weight so he wouldn’t crush your much smaller body under him. Your chests were heaving, exhaustion settling in your bones. 

Tsukishima lightly brushed the hair from your face, placing it behind your ear. “You did so good, baby," he cooed, voice soft and a gentle smile on his face. "I’ll come clean you up and then move you to the couch so  I can change the sheets. Then, we can cuddle, okay?" You nodded, barely aware of what was happening around you.

 "Was I too rough?" he asked later after he got under the sheets next to you.

"No, I would've used the safe word," your voice was laced with exhaustion as you spoke. He cradled you in his arms, gently rocking your body and planting sweet kisses on your hair. His good girl.

— 5 years old, [Y/N]

“You need to stop hanging around that boy, [Y/N],” your mother had said to you one evening. You had looked at her confused, wondering what Kōtarō had to do with your homework. She continued, ignoring the look on your face. “He’s presented as an Alpha. You need to stop hanging around him.”

“That doesn’t matter, mommy. He’s my friend,” you had said, not quite understanding. “I don’t want to hurt him.”

“[Y/N], listen to me. He doesn’t want to be with someone like you. Stop hanging out with him.” At the time, you didn’t understand what your mother was saying. You thought that she had thought your friend didn’t want you as a friend. You’d prove her wrong when you finished your homework.

You had finished the work and immediately went to yours and Kōtarō’s spot, seeing the familiar spiked up hair on the young boy. His frown was unusual, though. “Kō-chan?”

“My mom said we can’t hang out anymore,”

— present day

You woke to the alarm from your phone, the rhythmic beat of the song shooing away the traces of sleep. Your eyes fall to the calendar across your room, seeing you had to work today. With a promise of a hot bath and a treat of ramen after your shift, you are able to get out of bed and get ready to start the day.

Your work shift was simple, just taking orders and making coffee for customers, occasionally bringing treats to customers at the tables. It was normal, right down to when your friend walked in. “Keiji!”

“[Y/N],” he smiled, not having the same enthusiasm but enough to satisfy you. You had met Keiji after you moved, shortly after Kōtarō ended his friendship with you. Keiji had presented as a Beta, just like you, so yours and his mother encouraged playdates and study sessions at each other’s house, hoping a relationship would bloom. “The usual, please,”

“You sure? The season specialty is here! I know you like pumpkin,” your smile turned into a smirk, knowing you had got him when his eyes widened. The season specials were ready to serve, but nobody had switched the menus up.

“Hm, I think I’ll go with the pumpkin latte for today,” he finally said, after weighing his options. You smiled and put in the order, knowing exactly how to work his buttons. “I’ll have to let my boyfriend know,”

“Oh?” That was new information. A week ago, Keiji said he was going to die single because everyone’s an idiot. Now he’s got a lover? “Do tell,”

“He’s an Alpha, but his parents don’t care. Don’t tell mom. She thinks you’re my soulmate, still,”

You guffawed at that, shaking your head at the memory. You remembered when you got older when Keiji’s mom had started giving you lessons in cooking and sewing, typical ‘wife’ things. Keiji smiled at your dramatic scene of laughing, knowing it was how you were.

“Wait till she finds out you’re mated to someone else,”

“I prefer to term courting to mate, since I’m plain and boring. He’s anything but, honestly,”

“Perfect match for you, Kei-chan,” you winked, seeing Keiji’s cheeks turn a bit pink at the inside joke. You laughed again, finishing up the last details on the latte.

“He reminds me a bit of you, actually. But without control or a filter,”

“Maybe I am your soulmate, you just don’t like me,”

“Haha, very funny,” he replied, walking off with a little wave. You wiggle your fingers, waving goodbye to him. After watching your friend leave, your shoulders sag a bit, remembering the young boy with white-and-black hair. Back then, you wouldn’t call it a crush. More of an admiration for the boy with no fears and a clear future. With more experience under your belt, you could admit it was a crush. The boy had stolen your heart and crushed it the last time you saw him.

You clean up the counter as the clock ticks, slowly telling you your shift is coming to a close. You feel like you want to cry, but you don’t know why.

The next day, your phone dings with a text message from Keiji, surprised he would shoot a text. He usually called unless he was busy in a meeting or something. Your eyes glance at the screen, trying to finish your essay for one of your classes. The message doesn’t strike you as immediately needing attention, so you ignore it, focusing on the paragraph you’re typing out.

Another ding takes your attention away from the screen completely, knowing Keiji really needed your attention.

[Keiji ❤️ - 12:17 pm]

- Can you bring some fruits to my apartment? I forgot to get some at the store. I’m busy.

[Keiji ❤️ - 12:18 pm]

- please im hungry

The last message startles you, seeing as Keiji always punctuated his texts because, well, he was like that. You quickly typed a reply and made sure to save your document before heading to your kitchen.

[Sweetcheeks😘 - 12:22 pm]

- I’ll be there asap Kei

— 5 years old, Kōtarō Bokuto

“Kōtarō, I need to talk to you,” his mom had said. He looked up at her, a paper hat on his head, a smile on his face. “You need to stop hanging out with [Y/N] so much, baby,”

“Why? Did we do something bad?” He frowned, not understanding. What did he do?

“No, baby, not this time,” she laughed, smiling down at him. Her smile was not full of love and joy, it was sad. “Her mother doesn’t want you two hanging out so much. She said they’ll be moving soon, so I don’t want you to be hurt anymore than you already will be.”

Kōtarō didn’t smile for the rest of the day. After he told his friend they couldn’t hang out anymore, his mother held him in her arms while he cried. It wasn’t fair.

— present day

Kōtarō had been sent home early, with his rut steadily approaching and his fights with Atsumu and Shūgo getting more intense. His ride home was full of anxiety, knowing Keiji couldn’t quite handle ruts very well since he was a Beta. Omegas were meant to handle Alpha ruts all the way through, but Keiji could only handle half of the rut. The last time Kōtarō’s cycle had started, Keiji had to come to where he was, huddled up in an apartment. Keiji couldn’t walk two days after the rut ended, even though he dealt with three out of seven days of the rut.

Kōtarō’s arrival to Keiji’s apartment was slow. His instincts told him to run, but he was able to restrain himself. Keiji opened the door almost immediately after the knock, wrapping his boyfriend in a hug. “I’ve missed you,”

“I’ve missed you, too, Akaashi,” Kōtarō said, indulging in the coffee and minty scent from Keiji, although there was a bit of pumpkin, too. He involuntary let out a growl.

“I had a pumpkin latte earlier,” Keiji immediately said, expecting Kōtarō’s reaction. Instincts came first the closer he got to his rut, Keiji had learned. He could feel the Alpha deflate a bit in his hold, just hugging and scenting. Keiji smiled at that, knowing he would be in for a rough week. “I made a nest. It’s not as good as an Omega’s-“

“You didn’t have to do that,” Kōtarō’s voice was clear and sharp, halting anything Keiji was saying. “You’re not an Omega. You don’t have to act like one,”

“I-I know, Bokuto-san,” Keiji stuttered out, the look in his boyfriend’s eyes startling him a bit. It was intense, but it wasn’t necessarily bad, per se. “I just-“

“I’m not here right now because of your sub-gender. I’m here for you,” Kōtarō’s voice was once again clear and sharp, going right into Keiji’s bones. He’s sure if he was an Omega, he’d be kneeling and begging. For fuck’s sake, he’d have probably entered a heat cycle.

“I know, Bokuto-san. I know,” Keiji leaned against him, reveling in his smell. He couldn’t scent Kōtarō or smell a distinct scent, but Kōtarō obviously came straight to the apartment after practice. He smelled like sweat and deodorant, a strangely pleasant combination.

Kōtarō let out a growl as he felt his rut come on, his hands moving towards Keiji’s ass. In turn, Keiji blushed and cleared his throat, backing up from Kōtarō. He smiled and held up a finger. Kōtarō grinned, straightening his posture. Keiji smiled and ran towards the bedroom, knowing his Alpha was hot on his heels.

The following day, the two lovers were still going at it. Keiji hardly had any rest, only getting his rest once Kōtarō needed to rest, even if Kōtarō claimed he passed out after their third round. A small tease and a mischievous grin had sent Keiji back to being railed by a feral Alpha, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Keiji threw his head into the pillows, drool spilling from his lips and he moaned, having his third orgasm of the day from Kōtarō’s forceful thrusts. On the other hand Kōtarō had only orgasmed once, knotting Keiji and spurring the Beta into a second orgasm almost right after the first. The thrusts didn’t cease, Kōtarō chasing his own release in his mate was the only thought in his mind.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Keiji,” he groaned out, plugging him up with another knot, his orgasm following it. Keiji’s eyes rolled back, digging his nails into Kōtarō’s biceps at the sensation. It stung and was a lot more pain than pleasure, but he couldn’t complain too much.

Kōtarō finished painting Keiji’s walls white, resting his forehead against the man underneath him and catching his breath. Keiji gave him a swift peck on the lips, assuring him he was okay. However, Keiji’s stomach growled at that moment, sending heat to his cheeks.

“I haven’t eaten today,” he realized, talking out loud. Kōtarō may have been an Alpha in a rut, but he was also an Alpha with a mate. Mates needed to be protected and cared for, so his instincts told him he needed to feed his mate. Kōtarō’s eyes immediately went wide. “Don’t move!”

“Ah— sorry! I always forget,” he laughed, adjusting their position so he could lay on his side. Keiji just shook his head, smiling. Kōtarō was a wonderful mate, truly, he just happened to be overly passionate about things he cared for.

Keiji thought to you, how you’d probably enjoy having an Alpha to take care of you. Keiji knew you often overworked yourself and forced yourself to do things, trying to be as independent as possible. He couldn’t be your mate, but he’s had a thought that ends in all sides benefitting - hopefully, at least.

Kōtarō moaned as he slipped from Keiji’s abused hole, the knot finally deflating. “I’ll get you a snack.”

“I have leftovers in the fridge. Bottom left drawer,” he mumbled back, wincing from moving too much. Kōtarō immediately nodded, jogging off to the kitchen, butt-naked. Keiji couldn’t say much. He enjoyed the view.

He winced as he rolled over to his phone, glad he put it on the charger near the Nest yesterday before he got pounded into the mattress. He opened the messages, typing out a quick message for you and sending. He hoped his plan would work out well, but he had faith his calculations were correct.

Hearing the microwave beep meant the food was ready and Keiji still hadn’t gotten a response from you. He typed out another message, hoping you’d actually read this one and put his phone on the floor, face down. Just in time, too, as Kōtarō walked into the bedroom with a freshly heated plate of food.

“Food’s ready!”

— back to you

You had gathered some fruits together, slicing and dicing them as an added flair. Sliced bananas, strawberries, diced watermelon, mangoes, and sliced avocados on slices of bread and cream cheese. You felt like an American middle-aged woman about to attend a brunch with your food choices, but Keiji liked specific fruits specific ways and you knew he only ate avocados on bread with cream cheese.

The ride to Keiji’s apartment only took five minutes, but it felt like it took an hour, your anxiety eating you up at the thought of what Keiji is doing or needs help with. You assumed he needed help with something, but you weren’t positive on what. It could just be as simple as he can’t leave home because his anxiety was too high or it could be something worse — what if his mom got in an accident? The thoughts didn’t stop, making the five minutes much, much longer.

Arriving to Keiji’s apartment, you noticed how dead it seemed outside. You saw a woman on the way up the stairs who gasped as she left her apartment, quickly locking the door and running down the stairs, almost running into you. Confused, you noticed the lights seemed to be off in the other apartments, but that wasn’t too strange. It was a Saturday, but it was midday so people were probably out.

You had a spare key for Keiji’s place, seeing as you often checked up on him; he had a spare for your place, too. Entering the apartment, it was deathly quiet, putting you on edge. There was a certain air about the room that made you feel like you were in a horror movie. As you made your way to the kitchen, you noticed the messily placed dishes in the sink, the shirt in the hallway leading to Keiji’s bedroom, and the duffel bag beside the door. You’re confused. Keiji doesn’t have a duffel bag — not since the old one ripped a couple of years ago.

You ponder whether to go into Keiji’s bedroom or not, worried someone might’ve broken in —that shirt is definitely not his. That’s when you feel a presence. At first, you freeze, wondering if Keiji’s playing a trick on you. It is October after all. You place the container of fruits on the counter and hear a growl, immediately turning around to meet golden eyes and familiar hair.

His eyes were narrowed, obviously pissed, but then his face changed. He seemed confused first, then a dawning came upon him. Next thing you know, you’re picked up and having the life squeezed out of you. “[Y/N]!”

“Kō?” Your tiny voice whispers. You can hardly believe it. Your ex-best friend and childhood crush is in your best friend’s apart— uh oh. “Uh oh,”

“What-Oh?” His voice repeats, looking at you. The Alpha of your dreams is the Alpha of Keiji’s dreams—what a day it’s been. “[Y/N]?”

“I should, um, can you let me down?” He obliged, letting you stand on your feet again. “I need to, um, go. Uh, Keiji wanted fruits so I, uh, brought them. I’m gonna go,” you turned, hoping to tears would stay in until you left. You weren’t expecting Kōtarō to cage you in, effectively trapping you. As a Beta, you didn’t immediately obey an Alpha’s command, but the look in his eyes told you to stay. You obeyed.

“Don’t go. Please,” is all he said, his eyes twinkling. You shook your head, deciding this was a bad idea. “[Y/N].”

“You don’t get to act like nothing happened, Bokuto-san. You stopped being friends with me, remember? I expected you to be breeding an Omega by now. Looks like it was just me,” you spat, feeling the anger you held in boil over. The feeling of your best friend leaving you because of your sub-gender, the feeling of betrayal, remembering how your mother sighed at you and rolled her eyes, telling you she was always right and your friend would never look your way again.

“What?” He peered down at you, no longer hunching over. You realized just how tall he had gotten. “I stopped being friends because you were leaving. You being a Beta had nothing to do with it,”

“Sure, I guess now it doesn’t. Since, you know, you’re with my new best friend. It’s okay, I get it,” you once again tried to leave, but Kōtarō wouldn’t budge. “Move, Bokuto-san.”

“No.” His voice was clear and sharp. You were sure if you were an Omega, you’d be on your knees crying. “I don’t want it to end like this. I want to make amends.” Good thing you weren’t an Omega.

“Well, I don’t care what you want. Let me go,” your own eyes narrowed at him, his face not changing. His body unmoving. You rolled your eyes, deciding to not play this game anymore. Going to duck under Kōtarō’s arm, but his body moved to pin you to the counter. “Dude!”

“You smell different.” Is all the warning you got before you felt his nose in your neck. You felt butterflies at the contact, but also cringed at the display. You then noticed a shadow in the hallway. Attempting to pry Kōtarō off you wasn’t working, so Keiji got to see his boyfriend hunched over you.

“Good, you seem to be getting along again,” he said, a gentle and lazy smile on his face. Surprisingly, Kōtarō didn’t turn around at his mate’s voice, just kept rubbing his nose against you. “I hope you can take care of him,”

“Akaashi Keiji, what the fuck,” you muttered. He didn’t seem concerned his boyfriend was currently nuzzling against you. You noticed the limp in Keiji’s walk and he had one of his hands on the wall.

“I’ve been keeping track of your cycle. You should be ovulating by now. Bokuto-san has told me about his childhood friend before and it took me a while but I figured out it was you,” Keiji kept talking, limping his way to the couch. “I’ll get the fruits later. Bokuto-san, don’t hurt her too much,”

“Hurt me?” You squeaked, eyes widening at the implication. “Keiji, I can’t—“ you started, a scream interrupting your sentence as Kōtarō picked you up and hauled you to the bedroom. He displayed his strength earlier, of course, but the fact you were were on your back in what looked similar to an Omega’s Nest within seconds of the ground leaving your feet was a display that turned you on immensely. If Kōtarō wasn’t currently attempting to strip you, he would have been with the sickly sweet scent you exuded.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” he growls out, his hands deciding to rip your very nice shirt into shreds, deciding your movements to get them off were too slow. He offered the same treatment to your bra, your short scream of disbelief when it was torn. He was nice enough to pull off the pants you were wearing, along with your panties. “Ever since my first rut,” he continues, his nose buried against your thighs, his tongue licking a hot stripe against it. You whined at the contact, full on knowing he could smell your arousal. “I thought I’d never find you again.”

“Boku-“

“No. Not here. Call me your Alpha, little Beta,”

“Uh-“ you stopped, unsure of the situation. Kōtarō, regardless of your feelings, was with Keiji. That alone made you hesitant, even if Keiji literally told Kōtarō to go for it. You felt weird having to call him your Alpha anyways, since you were never subjected to those Alpha/Omega relationships. You can’t say you weren’t interested in it, often just having fun with other Betas and maybe an Alpha or two during their ruts (you vividly remember helping an attractive Alpha in your last year at Nekoma, rendering you unable to walk for the next two days). Neither of them called you by your sub-gender, nor made you call them Alpha. You obviously hesitated, taking a trip down memory lane much too long, since Kōtarō’s hand had wrapped itself around your jaw, forcing you to look at him. You didn’t think your old childhood friend would be so.. rough.

“I’m waiting, little one. Call me your Alpha,” he growled out, again. The growling was doing wonders to you, making you wetter by the second. Another growl came out, spurring you to speak.

“I- Alpha, we can’t do this. We need to talk-“

“You can try to talk, but I’m gonna fill you to the brim until my cum is seeping out of your cunt. Let’s see how well you do.” Kōtarō immediately went down to your nether regions, your folds glistening to show him just how turned on you were. Your face was hot, practically burning when his eyes locked on, unmoving from the sight. He wasn’t looking long, getting a startled scream from you as he buried his face between your legs, lapping at your juices. Your hand went to his hair, the hair as soft as you had hoped, as he continued to drink from your pussy as if it was his last drink on earth. Your other hand was bunching up a nearby shirt, one you had left at Keiji’s two days ago after a night of drinks. If you weren’t so busy rolling your eyes into your skull as your mouth hung open, moans spilling from your lips, you’d have noticed the mix of yours and Keiji’s clothes in the Nest.

Kōtarō continued to be relentless, pushing two fingers into your heat as you were clenching your thighs around his head. You were worried you’d hurt him, but he was an Alpha in every shape and form — if he wanted to stop you, he’d do it. He knows he’s in control. Adding a third finger brought you to your first orgasm of the day, feeling exhausted afterwards. Kōtarō rose from between your legs, his eyes immediately finding your glossy ones. He smiled and licked his lips. Then, wiping the slick from his lower face with his hand to get the excess that his tongue couldn’t get and then licking it off, his eyes never breaking contact.

“So sweet, I’m already addicted,” his grin got darker, his body crawling up until his hands were on both sides of your head and his lips were slotted against yours. His tongue darted between his lips, into your already open mouth, deepening the kiss. You were so in bliss from the after-orgasm high and kissing your crush, you didn’t even feel the head of Kōtarō’s cock pushing into you.

Kōtarō threw his head back, moaning at the tight fit. You mewled, it being some time since someone entered you, the feeling almost foreign. It didn’t hurt, thankfully, the wetness Kōtarō created more than enough to help him slide in. He didn’t stop, he just kept pushing in until the beginning of his knot was flush against you. Another growl erupted from Kōtarō, the only warning you got before he pulled out only to slam back in. The sudden movement had your back arching and your head against the plush pillows of the Nest. It was the green light for Kōtarō.

Your knees were pushed to your shoulders, the position momentarily uncomfortable until your mind was replaced with the burning and overwhelming sensation of Kōtarō pounding into you liked a man starved. Moans were bouncing off the walls, along with Kōtarō’s grunts, mixed with the sound of skin slapping skin as his thighs continuously met your ass. Your hands switched from fisting fabric to winding around Kōtarō’s neck as he buried his face into your neck, his panting and grunts loud in your ears. You felt the coming of another orgasm, the familiar tightening in your abdomen and the arching of your back being a few indicators. Your nails raked against Kōtarō’s back, leaving angry red streaks in their place. Another grunt from Kōtarō and you felt a painful sensation you hadn’t felt before — a knot. The added pain before the height of your pleasure sent you over the edge, mewling out Kōtarō’s name as you did.

Kōtarō had you plugged up, him spilling his seed into your hot walls. You whined at the feeling of fullness. He sighed at the feeling himself, indulging in your scent. You figured now was as good as you’re going to get to talk. “Um, Kōt-“

“Alpha.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes. “Alpha, um, this is an awkward time, I suppose, but can we talk about, like, us?”

“We don’t need to, but we can,” he looked at you, moving his position so you guys were on your sides. More comfortable for each other. “What do you wanna talk about?”

“Okay, um, the Alpha thing is weird, but I’ll let it slide since obviously you’re in a rut. Obviously Keiji isn’t an Omega, so he can’t take you throughout the entire rut. Um, I don’t wanna be your booty call for ruts, this whole situation is so fucking weird-!”

“You’re not the ‘booty call’, as you said. Akaashi mentioned he had a surprise for me, but I didn’t think he’d offer me you. After this, I hope he lets me court you, too. So I can be your Alpha, too.”

“Kō- Alpha, we’re no longer friends because you’re an Alpha. That’s why you broke off our friendship so long ago, isn’t that right? You deserved an Omega, which I am not, but you found Keiji and that is fine. I am not a part of this.”

“I don’t care about sub-genders. That’s why I’m with Akaashi. I stopped being friends because you were moving. It hurt a lot to end things, but I didn’t know what else to do. That was Mom’s advice, at least.”

You were confused. Your mother said it was because he cared about sub-genders, but now he’s saying it was because of the move? Your friendship ended before moving, yes, but it was almost a month before moving. You could have stayed friends, anyways. Did your mother lie to you? Did his feelings change? “My- My mother said you needed an Omega so I-“

“She was wrong. She’s the one who set you up with Akaashi, yeah? She didn’t even care what my family thought about us. That’s in the past, we can move past it.”

“All these years...” you muttered, feeling the tears from before coming back. The knowledge that your own mother forced your friendship to end made you angry, but everything was fine now. Kōtarō was your friend again. At least, you thought he was. “I don’t know if I want a relationship, though,”

“Too bad,” he grunted, his cock leaving you feeling empty. A whine was all you needed to do to have yourself pinned under Kōtarō again, his cock filling you up again. “I’ve been dreaming of this for so long, as if I’ll let you leave so easily.”

Kōtarō continued his relentless pounding into you, the constant fucking rendering your lower area numb. Eventually, your world went black after a— what was it, 6th orgasm? Kōtarō’s second knot was the only thing you remembered before you tuned out completely. The grunting, whines, moans, all of it faded into silence. While you had passed out, Kōtarō panicked, thinking he went overboard. Keiji’s words echoed in his mind: “Don’t hurt her too much.” Was this too much?

Kōtarō, stuck inside you because of his knot, called for Keiji to help him. Of course, Keiji came as fast as he could (not very fast, poor man is still recovering) to see Kōtarō, who is close to tears, above your blissed, fucked, and passed out form. He sighs, shaking his head. “Bokuto-san, I think you went too hard,”

“Akaashi...” he whined, his strong arms curling around you. Even passed out, your body reacted, curling into him as you softly moaned. “Akaashi...”

“It’s okay, she’ll be fine. Her body isn’t used to it. At least, not yet.” A moan from Kōtarō let Keiji know his knot had deflated, him pulling out of your cunt and the copious amounts of cum he filled you with spilling out. It made even Keiji aroused, seeing it seeping out of you. Kōtarō knew he was aroused at the sight and came upon a solution.

“Akaashi! Maybe we...”

Waking up was next thing you remember. You felt so, so full, like you were plugged up in both ends. As you flutter your eyes open. You expected to see your ceiling, having woken up from intense dream or something. You maybe even hoped to see Kōtarō grinning down at you, sweat dripping down his face and his chest. You did not, however, expect to see Keiji smiling down at you, gently caressing your face. “Kei?”

“Hey there, pretty baby. How are you feeling?” The nickname threw you off — Keiji never called you a nickname. He was very formal, even saying your last name until only recently. You obviously showed confusion, or maybe you hesitated, because a rumble was felt behind you, a familiar voice following.

“She’s probably feeling pretty stuffed, Akaashi. Stuffed full inside and out, I hope,” Kōtarō’s voice said. You turned your head, hissing at the pain in your neck, to see Kōtarō grinning at you, just like you hoped. However, wasn’t Keiji resting?

“I should thank you for the fruit. It was delicious and cut up so cutely and delicately. I was getting a bit jealous to hear Kōtarō having so much fun with you. I was hoping to have my own fun with you when he rested after his rut, but he was kind enough to share. Isn’t that nice? I don’t think I can get you pregnant, but I want to try. We’d have such cute babies together, you know?”

“I was hoping she’d carry my pups first, but you can pump her full next time. We have all the time in the world, after all.”

“Excuse me? Wait, wait!” You shouted, suddenly realizing the whole ‘filling you up’ speech wasn’t just an Alpha’s instincts — it was their intention to impregnate you. “I can’t have kids! I’m in school and-“

“I can provide for both of my mates, right Keiji?” Kōtarō said, his eyes holding nothing but love as he gazed at Keiji. It made your heart squeeze at the love between them. Keiji smiled and nodded, deciding at that time to roll his hips. You threw your head back and mewled, sensitive from the consecutive orgasms previously.

“I’m glad you’re still sensitive. There’s no evidence to back it up, but I heard the more orgasms a woman has, the more likely it is she’ll get pregnant. Of course, Omegas have a fertile cycle, but you’re a Beta, so I had to track your cycle for about three months. I hope it was enough.”

“Three months?! Akaashi Kei- oh!” You screamed, feeling Kōtarō move. He was filling up your back entrance, adding to the fullness. Also, it explained why you were on his chest.

“I also need to cut out your caffeine, that’s a bad habit you need to cut out anyways. No more nights of drinking while binge-eating. Your body needs to be in peak condition if it’s going to carry our offspring,”

“I can’t wait till you’re all swollen and wobbling. It’ll be so cute. And then we’ll do it again. And again. And I don’t know if I wanna stop, babe!” Kōtarō laughed, thrusting his hips up, making you jerk at the feeling.

“Maybe we can stop after five. We’ll need a bigger house, too,” Keiji continued, rolling his hips in rhythm to Kōtarō’s thrusts. You closed your eyes, one hand fisting Kōtarō’s hair while the other gripped Keiji’s shoulder, hoping to ground yourself. “You’ll look so beautiful when you’re pregnant. This is what our families want, after all. You’ll bear my children and Kōtarō also gets what he wants in the end. He gets his own offspring. This all works out,” he grunted, snapping his hips after almost pulling all the way out. “In the end, at least.”

If you could form a coherent sentence, you’d tell them to stop, but the only thing on your mind was how stuffed you were. Keiji was thrusting into your puffy, abused cunt that was overflowing with Kōtarō’s cum, rolling his hips every so often to increase pleasure. Kōtarō’s grunts were heightening your arousal and sending you hurling towards another orgasm. Your eyes rolled, your tongue sticking out as you clenched around Keiji, sending him towards an orgasm of his own. A curse and a stutter of his hips and he was spilling his own seed into you. He knew his genes wouldn’t take, not when you’d been pumped by Kōtarō multiple times. He had looked for the chances between a Beta and Alpha genes in a Beta, but he only got Omegas, which were made to take Alpha seed and breed easily. A small part of him wanted to try and overpower Kōtarō, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to compare to the amount you’ve already taken.

Kōtarō was still going, his strong, warm hands holding your knees to your chest, keeping you spread open, as he thrusted up into you. He knew Keiji had finished, the face he was sporting a familiar scene to the Alpha, so Kōtarō was chasing his own high. A high-pitched whine from you as Keiji rolled his hips again, earning a growl from Kōtarō in return. You pant as your hand leaves Keiji’s shoulder, ghosting over your sensitive clit as you attempt to close your thighs, overly sensitive from all the rounds you’ve been forced to go through. Keiji saw your hand brush over it, taking his own hand to replace yours and apply pressure onto the nub, rubbing it.

A scream was ripped from your throat, another orgasm around Keiji’s cock as Kōtarō buried himself, shoving his knot in your tight hole. You were twitching at the extra feeling of fullness, the hot spurts of cum in your ass and the oozing cum from your cunt, even if Keiji was plugging you up. A sigh escaped your lips, your eyes rolling back as he attempted to catch your breath. Kōtarō brought a hand to fondle your breast, earning another whine for him.

“I could get used to this,”

“So could I. Good thing we’ll get to see much more of it,”

You normally would have told them no, attempting to push Keiji off and out of you, but you just sighed, trying to kiss Kōtarō. He smiled and obliged, licking your lips before kissing you, enjoying the taste of you. Keiji smiled at the scene, bringing his mouth to your perky nipple from Kōtarō’s earlier fondling, biting gently on it. You mewled, shifting your legs up Keiji’s hips and he moved in deeper. Kōtarō growled, his hand rubbing the red and swollen nub between your legs. You wouldn’t normally let this continue, but you could hardly think.

If you could think properly, you might have noticed the bags of clothes you don’t remember bringing to Keiji’s. You might have seen the handcuffs nearby. You might have seen the extra lock on the bedroom door, so out of place. You normally would have been able to think properly, but the only thing you could think of was being stuffed with Keiji’s and Kōtarō’s thick cocks, filling you up to the brim.

Sequel -> The Perfect Family [tw includes dubcon/noncon, use of the word r*pe, water torture/attempted drowning, gunplay, pregnancy, blood, abuse (mentally and physically), bit of watersports]

and you know better than to act otherwise— memories of him disciplining you with his rough & calloused hands striking against your face, leaving red marks in the shape of his hands on your cheek while salty tears stream down your face. him merely laughing off your idea of getting a job as well so he doesn’t have to work as hard— telling you that you’re just too dumb to handle having a job & to not worry your pretty little head about it, just stay at home & worry about what to cook for dinner instead.

but wakatoshi still loves you, you’re certain he does. why else would be leaving feverish kisses all over your neck from behind you as you’re cooking— eventually beginning to start humping the soft mounds of your ass or if he really has no self restraint, he’d pull his pants down & pull your panties aside as he shoves his big cock into your unprepped cunny all while demanding that you don’t stop cooking.

why else would he demand you to start sucking his cock the moment he gets back home, feeling stressed & tensed from his day’s activities—calling you his ‘perfect little slut’ as he releases his warm cum into your mouth & orders you to swallow it all. why else would he keep fucking your cum filled cunny even after you cry out to him that you’re too sensitive & can’t handle it anymore, for him to please just stop, until you’ve succumbed into a state where you’re a babbling & fucked mess all because he wants to keep breeding his little wife.

people find it weird & start to question it slightly. you were doing so well academically in school & was set getting a job, until you belonged to ushijima. and the way your first instinct was to let ushijima explain everything was also slightly concerning. “wakatoshi just wants the best for me and the both of us. he just doesn’t want me to be working when i don’t have to!” you’d convince them, it sounds as if you’re trying to convince yourself as well.