#tw.pegging

Camboy! Takemichi who needs to find a different source of income, his job at dvd shop isn’t paying him enough and his landlord is only giving him two more weeks to pay rent.

He’s too embarrassed to go to his friends and ask them for help so he looks for different options. Nothing stands out to him until he goes on Twitter later in the day, one of his favorite...artists is promoting their Only Fans and cam-sites, that’s when it clicks. It all seemed easy, he could just make a video and post it on one of these sites, and someone would pay to see it.

Camboy! Takemichi who makes a new Twitter account to post a test video to see if anyone likes what he’s willing to put out. It’s a 2-minute video of him stroking his fat cock, it’s embarrassing the way he moans and whines into the mic, desperately bucking up into his hand. A cute piercing gets covered in his cum while he twitches in his hand. He has to turn off his notifications when he finally posts the video, not wanting to see any comments but he’s pleasantly surprised a few hours later. A ton of people in the comments and retweets asking for his site or Only Fans and he rushes to make an account.

Camboy! Takemichi who struggles with taking pictures and videos, people are sending him money and tipping him so much, that he feels disappointed in himself for having such amateur shots.

He practices different poses and camera setups before he gets the perfect angles. He’s so fucking slutty that his viewers can’t believe that he just started out, he wears a face mask that covers the lower half of his face. He even opens up a P.O. box because people want to send him stuff! He wears the pretty lingerie or the exposing costumes with a bright blush from underneath his mask.

Camboy! Takemichi who finally gets to move out of his shitty apartment and gets to move into a nice apartment complex, he doesn’t have to worry about rent as long as he spends his money wisely. His friends are so proud of him and they wonder what his new job is! He just laughs it off and changes the subject, he trusts them but he doesn’t want anyone finding those videos he makes.

Camboy! Takemichi who tries sex toys for the first time after a fan sent him some, is a mess the entire time he preps himself but the pings that signal tips coming through only encourage him to keep going. The first time he uses a dildo and a vibrator, the stream ends up being an hour longer than it was supposed to. The poor thing nearly passed out from overstimulation. His eyes rolled back, cheek pressed up against the mattress and his hand tried to push the bright pink toy deeper as he mindlessly babbled.

Black curls sticking to his sweaty forehead and his sensitive cock shooting out blanks. He smiled dopily through his mask after saying goodbye and turning off the stream. He was sore for the next few days but it was worth it. Being able to take his friends out for dinner and cover the bill, being able to pay rent on time— actually having the motivation to clean up his apartment. This was great. He loved his new job.

Camboy! Takemichi who starts talking to other creators idly, he mainly does it because he has no one else to talk to. He doesn’t expect to actually form a connection with you. You two start texting almost every day— you even trade numbers! No one’s seen Takemichi smile this much in a long time.

Takemichi didn’t think he would find anyone who would want him after he and Hina split. She seemed like the only person willing to deal with him..to be able to handle everything that came with him. Yet talking to you felt refreshing, not to mention how you always comforted him whenever he stressed over minuscule things. He couldn’t help but run to you every time, you always had an answer. You would take him out to lunch, go shopping with him— help him run errands, anything to ease his mind.

You were so sweet, so gentle with him. Something he needed after everything he went through, trying to fix everyone's problems— never getting to fix his own. You didn’t know the entire story..he dulled down a lot of things so you didn’t think he was insane but you still understood. You stayed up on the phone with him whenever he had a nightmare— sometimes you would even come over if things got especially bad.

You’d let him cry and cry until he eventually lulled himself to sleep out of pure exhaustion. When he woke up he was pleasantly surprised to see you still with him, a blush rising from the back of his neck to his cheeks when he saw how close you two were. He was practically tucked into you, your chin resting on his head while his face was buried in your chest, one of his legs tossed over yours while the other was bent towards his chest. He could get used to this.

Camboy! Takemichi who shyly asks you to join him on stream months later. You two only grew closer as time passed and you happily obliged, under certain conditions, you would be in charge. He had no problem handing the reins over to you for the night. He didn't expect to have cum this much in the last two hours, you really knew how to work magic— your eyes focused on him the entire time but moving so smoothly for the camera.

The only time you looked away was to read comments and thank people for tips since he could barely even talk with babbling. He lets out pathetic moans for his “mommy”, begging you to let him cum again and again.

Camboy!Takemichi who has his cheek pressed up against the mattress while you fuck him, desperate whines and moans escaping his lips as he begs for you to fuck him harder. He’s so close and he just needs you to brush up against that sensitive spot one more time. Your hand is wrapped around his sensitive cock, stroking slowly to match each of your thrusts while he grips the white sheets under you two.

Camboy! Takemichi whose whines quickly turn to tears while you suddenly pull out to try a new position with him. You lay back and he crawls into your lap, his eyes trained on your lips as you tell him to set his own pace and cum like a good boy while he rides you. He doesn’t think twice before sinking down onto your strap, his legs and arms shaking as he starts to move, every now and then you give a small thrust upwards that makes his entire body shake and writhe with pleasure.

He leans down and pulls you into a kiss, his thoughtful bouncing mow turned to desperate humping as he chases his high, cumming for the nth time and going lax against you.

Camboy!Takemichi doesn’t let you clean up right away, he pushes you against the bed before you can turn off the stream and nestles between your thighs. You’ve been taking care of him all night but you haven’t gotten off at all. He can't stand the thought of leaving you unsatisfied so he takes matters into his own hands.

His shaky hands push your lacy panties aside, his mouth practically watering like a starved man when he sees your pussy up close. God. You’re fucking beautiful in every aspect— he wants to scream. He never thought he'd be this lucky.

Camboy! Takemichi who makes the stream hours linger than it should’ve while he gets pussy drunk off eating you out. Your legs resting on his shoulders as he relentlessly sucks on your sensitive clit, his fingers working you open— curling inside of you. He’s not sure how many times you’ve cum but he can't get enough. The more you pull on his hair trying to get him to stop the more he wants to keep going.

He only moves his head away when he decides that he has to fuck you. His mind is blank with your slick dripping down his chin as he abruptly turns off the stream, closing his laptop and tossing the webcam aside before he’s in between your thighs again. He’s lining up his fat tip to your entrance and your whining for him to fuck you already.

Camboy!Takemichi pushes in real slow and takes your hands in his, pressing his body up against yours while he fucks you in a haze. Breathy moans escape both of your lips as you get lost in the moment. His hands only leave you so he can reach down and rub your sensitive clit, hooded eyes focused on you as you cum for the nth time that night. He cums one more time inside of you before pulling out and collapsing onto the bed next to you.

The two of you take a while before Takemichi gets up, going to his bathroom to run a bath and guiding you inside. He gets in with a mumbles a soft sorry and a string of apologies for taking it too far. His heart melts when all you do is smile and tell him that it's okay. He hums under your touch as you run your fingers through his black curls and press a soft kiss to his lips, telling him not to worry.

Camboy!Takemichi who curls up with you in bed— after you two change the sheets, your limbs tangled together and his head resting on your chest. He couldn’t be happier in this moment as you wish him a good night and press a kiss to his forehead. Your fingers rub small circles on the small of his back until he falls asleep.

Your eyes went from the immaculate page of the book between your hands and rose to glance at the trembling figure of Inui slowly approaching you with hands clutching the edges of his shirt.

Ever since you had come home from work, showered and finished reviewing the information passed to you by your boss, your favorite puppy would not stop grunting and panting trying to babble that he needed your help and you had told him that it was for him to explain to you on what exactly he needed help with, even though it was already known.

But, Seishu was so pretty humiliating himself to get your attention that it was cute because he looked stupid.

"What's it, pretty boy?", you asked, putting the book aside and leaning an elbow on the desk placed in the bedroom a few months before you ended up adopting that young puppy with blond hair like a bay leaf.

"I...", he began to speak approaching you and placing himself kneeling in front of you; yes, Inupi was very well trained, "I need help..."

"And I had already told you to tell me what you need help with, darling. If you can tell me you need help, you can also tell me what d’you need, can't you?"

Your eyes scanned his countenance and took long minutes admiring the scar that marked the right side of his face.

You knew that Inui was not the biggest fan of that firebrand, especially since, when you went to adopt him, he even coyly told you that "there were others you could have instead of a defective one like him".

And every time you tried to ask your pretty boy why he found that mark ugly, being that it was the most unique part of him, Seishu would just back away and look away, not knowing how to answer.

It was more than a wound on his self-esteem, it was a scar on his dignity.

"C'mere, darling...", you called out to him with your index and middle finger so he stood up until the collar around his neck was at the perfect height for you to grab it and pull his face closer, "You wanna me to touch you?", Inui promptly nodded whispering a breathless 'Yes', his cock was aching inside his underwear, "Good, good... let's make a deal? If you tell me why you think your pretty scar is ugly, I'll touch you."

And then Inui immediately tried to pull away with his cheeks flushing and hips forcing themselves against one of your legs. He wanted so badly to have anything coming from you around his dick, he needed it, but his insecurity about that scar made him almost want to get off without your help, even though he knew it wouldn't be enough and that he would probably come crawling back to you.

"Y/N, p-please, I...", Seishu swallowed dryly as soon as you pulled his collar tighter and forced him to continue with his face close to yours, "M-My dick is... ngh, please, I need it, I need you!"

A small irritation began to rise in you for his avoiding the deal.

And besides, how did Inui have the nerve to find something about him ugly? He was literally the most angelic, most handsome, most heavenly man you had the pleasure of seeing.

"Tell me, Inui.", your tone was firmer, sent shivers down his spine and made his cock leak more pre-cum against the fabric of the underwear.

It was possible to see an extremely obvious wet spot on it.

"Bed."

That was the only thing you commanded before you let go of his collar and listened to the clinking of it as Seishu stumbled pathetically on his own feet to reach the spacious bed in the bedroom.

You got up from the armchair, walked over to your closet and picked up the small box of sex toys stored at the bottom of it. And Inui looked at you fearfully, he was hoping that he would be the one to pound your pussy and not that you would be the one to fuck him.

And yet, his dick leaked more just imagining you pushing the biggest strap-on into him and he had to bite his lips to keep from letting a shameful moan escape as your hands put on clean latex gloves and wet three of your fingers with the lube also stored in that little box.

"May I ask why the fuck you're still wearing this?", you asked looking from his face to his thighs suggestively before you finished wetting your covered fingers in that clear liquid.

" 'M sorry, sorry!", he whined screwing his hands into the underwear and lowering it to let you see his hard and cute cock leaking out in droves.

A sideways smile appeared on your lips.

"Oh, I might say your cock is the most pretty part of your body if your scar didn't already occupy that position, puppyboy", you whispered running your other hand down his wiry shaft and his cheeks flushed violently.

"Ple-ahn-se, don't...", your hand wrapped around his dick and began pumping it slowly, the wet sounds making your own pussy pulsate, "Don't talk about my mhmm scar..."

You raised eyes to him, before sliding your hand with lubed fingers to his ass and teasing it.

"Hm? Why can't I talk about it?", you asked increasing the pace on his cock and enjoying watching him whimper and moan trying to force his hips against your gloved hand, "Are you giving me orders, mutt?"

Inui denied with his head and before his mouth could verbalize anything other than a gasp, you shoved all three fingers inside him without calm or warning.

A disobedient puppy does not deserve kindness.

"Where did your voice go?", you asked forcing a semblance of disappointment and beginning to move your digits in and out slowly, his cock leaking more and more as the pleasure of having his prostate stimulated increased, "Tsk, always thinking with that puppydick of yours without bothering to answer, I trained you better than that, Inupi!"

Seishu gasped without being able to reason straight, the only thing he could do besides focus on the pleasure coursing through his body and making his thighs quiver was to whisper and babble littles "Sorry, sorry, sorry".

He knew he looked stupid like that because of you and it turned him on all the same.

"Oh, look how your cutie puppydick pulses every time I fuck you faster with my fingers", you moved them faster in and out and Inui couldn't control himself for another second before he ended up fully cumming with a long moan and his dick pulsing in your hand.

Inui's eyes rolled up forcefully and his head falling back against the pillows as your palm continued to move up and down on his sensitive shaft, spreading his thick white cum all over it.

His swollen, pink tip letting more and more of his milk leak out, the overstimulation starting to make all his senses overloaded and yet Inui couldn't not force his body against both of your hands.

"Please, please, I.. cannot, more! 'M gonna-nhn!", Seishu tried to pull away from you and your hand went from his cum-soaked cock to slap one of his trembling thighs.

"Don't try to pull away from me when I'm treating you so well, mutt", you spoke in a firm, not angry, tone, before leaving his ass empty, removing your gloves to throw them into the small trash can beside the bed and tying your biggest strap-on around your waist, eventually feeling the support rubbing and pressing against your clit.

In fact, you were as wet as your puppy.

"Do you know why I'm not gonna let you fuck my pussy that you love today, Inupi?", you asked spreading his legs apart and following with the eyes a trickle of his cum dripping down his shaft and into his ass.

" ’Cause...," he gasped trying to prop his elbows up on the mattress and sheets, "I was a bad boy...? ‘Cause I didn’t tell you... about the scar...?"

A mocking chuckle escaped your lips and keeping the bands of his ass apart, you buried yourself inside him hard. Inui choked on his own saliva and arched his back painfully, his dick beginning to leak again as before, a sharp pain spreading through his hip and making every muscle in his back stiffen and flex.

"You're so stupid it's cute, baby", you whispered leaning over his body, placing a hand on the back of Seishu's neck and pulling his face up until his mouth was close to your tits, "I'm fucking you to teach you a lesson, puppy, I never wanna hear you call your scar ugly again, got it?"

Inui raised his dilated pupil eyes to you with a shy and bashful countenance before he agreed with the head, slid his hands down your body and lifted your pajama top so that he could cup one of your tits and suck it the way he always knew you liked it.

His hips grinding against your dick as you began to push it deeper and deeper into his ass. Inui's loud, gasping moans and his mouth molesting your nipples with sucking and biting served as fuel for you to fuck him harder and harder, for you to further amplify his overstimulation and force him to turn into a drooling mess.

His arms around your hips helping you to thrust deeper and deeper into him and the strap-on holder serving to rub your clit with more and more pressure. The knot at the bottom of your belly beginning to show and indicating that your own orgasm was near.

The less you both expected, Inui was cumming again with his dick pulsing against his defined abdomen and licking both you and him with cum and you kept forcing yourself into his ass until you felt your own body climaxing with a loud moan and head falling back.

And Seishu thought you were so fucking beautiful that he started leaking even more, until the last drop of milk drained out of his balls.

By his collar, you pulled his face up and away from your tits before whispering: "Don't forget what I told you to do, ‘kay? If you're my pretty boy, you should be able to follow what I say, right?"

Inui readily agreed with a sly groan and you slowly removed your strap from inside him.

Just then your body fell onto the bed beside him as soon as your hands got rid of the cock used to fuck him and Seishu immediately went to hug you tightly.

What would he be without you? The woman who loved even his most sordid and shameful details?

Every time you two fucked and the aftercare was just enjoying each other's company in each other's arms for long minutes, it was almost possible to see him with a fuzzy little tail wiggling back and forth excitedly.

"oh no," atsumu say sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "sunarin's gonna have his hot girlfriend drooling all over him because he wears a stupid dress. what a tragedy."

suna pops his head out of his shirt and cocks an eyebrow. "you think my girlfriend's hot?"

the air hangs awkwardly as the blond scratches the back of his head.

"...no?"

"oh, so you don't think she's hot?"

atsumu furrows his eyebrows, the tip of his tongue poking out between his lips as he thinks very hard and very carefully about what he says next—a rare occurrence.

"no?" he tries. "yes?" he groans. "i don't know what ya want me to say, you're making my brain hurt."

aran shoves suna, almost making him roll over. "stop teasing him. this idiot'll take forever to figure out what to say."

"oi, i'm not an idiot!"

"yes, you are."

"no 'm not! if anything, you—well not you but—'samu's more of an idiot than me!"

"i highly doubt that."

suna lets the bickering fade into the background as he stares up at the blinding fluorescent lights hanging from the ceiling, trying to figure out how the fuck's he's going to get out of this one.

"oi, rintarou!" your voice echoes through the hallway as you close the front door behind you, unceremoniously throwing your bag onto the dining table and shedding your coat, hanging it on a chair. "where're you?"

it was an off-day for the japan team, so suna didn't have practice and had the whole day free. typically on days like these, you'd find him sprawled on the couch, halfway through his sixth nap of the day, a chuupet hanging out the corner of his mouth as the tv blares the comical sound effects of some miscellaneous american cartoon. it was surprising to see the couch not only empty, but organized—the pillows aligned at their places on the edge of the sofa and knit blanket folded—with absolutely no sign of your boyfriend.

the mystery deepens as you walk through the apartment in complete darkness. not a single light is on, save for the soft glow of a lamp in your bedroom. you make a beeline for the room, haphazardly shoving the door open, seeing a very sneaky-looking suna crouching, with his entire upper half in the closet.

"jesus," you say, startled. "what the hell are you doing?"

at your voice, suna jerks, his head hitting the bottom of the shelf he'd been looking under. "shit!"

he rubs his head, looking at you with a mildly-panicked expression on his face, shifting his body to face yours while nudging a white box out of your line of sight with his foot. you narrow your eyes, picking up on the action immediately.

"hey, welcome home," he says, plastering on a strained smile. "uh, i was gonna order your favorite for dinner, so i'm gonna go do that—"

he makes a move to get up, straightening his knees and hurrying past you to get out the door, but you stop him with a firm hold on his arm.

"what's in the box?" you raise an eyebrow at him, and he swallows nervously. his eyes dart around the room as if he's trying to pinpoint all possible routes for escape.

"what box?" suna's voice cracks and he fails to cover it up with a cough.

you grip tightens. "don't play coy, rintarou. what's in the box?"

maybe you're being dramatic—that's not entirely out of character. it could just be a surprise gift or something, but if you're being honest with yourself, you're a bitch.

a bitch that really likes seeing suna squirm when he's been caught doing something that he doesn't want you to know.

you're just about to take matters into your own hands and see what's in it for yourself, but the music of your ringtone catches you off guard as it plays from your purse. glancing at suna, you glare.

"this isn't over. move the box and you're dead."

he gulps, nodding. he's already resigned himself to his fate—unlike you, suna knows exactly what's going to happen once you find out. he's screwed.

literally.

walking out of the bedroom, you shuffle through your bag and pick up the phone, lip curling distastefully at the screen when you see it's atsumu calling. that's never good.

"yo!" his obnoxiously cheerful voice sounds tinny as it spills through the speaker.

"hi, atsumu," you respond, already losing your patience. "what's up?" there's the sound of shuffling in the background.

"did sunarin tell you about what we gotta do for the fundraiser? the olympics one?"

your eyebrows furrow—you have absolutely no idea where he's going with this. "no, he didn't. is there something i should know?"

"not really. we're doing a maid cafe cus, like japan," he chortles. "so we've all gotta wear these maid costumes. sunarin was acting all weird about telling you for, uh, reasons, so i figured i'd help him out."

the puzzle pieces start clicking together—that explains your boyfriend's insistence on keeping the box hidden and his weird behavior. you almost want to laugh out loud—it's a fucking maid costume!—at your stroke of luck.

oh man, is he gonna get it tonight.

nine months ago, suna had propositioned you with an interesting offer—something to spice up your sex life.

"i'm not fucking wearing that, you perv," you snorted, looking at the tiny, lacy number that suna had bought for you under the guise of a 'cute costume'. it was a maid costume that strategically showed more skin than not—something straight out of a teenage boy's hentai fantasy.

"aw, come on." suna waved it front of you, the doily of the skirt swaying in the air. "you'll look sexy."

"i always look sexy," you retorted, crossing your arms across your chest. "why do you want me to wear this anyway? is this a sex thing?"

"of course it's a sex thing. it says 'sexy maid costume' on the package."

you rolled your eyes. "forget i asked."

suna moved closer, holding the costume in front of him to see how it would look on your body. he squinted his eyes and tilted his head to the side, a mischevious smile growing on his face. "damn," he whistled. "you'd look really sexy in this."

"shut up."

"i'm serious!"

you chuckled, turning your face to the side in a half-attempt to hide your smile. "okay, fine."

his ears perked up.

"let's say i go along with this. just once," you emphasized. "i dress up and we do this stupid little roleplay and i become your stupid little maid. what's in it for me?"

suna grinned, something playful simmering just underneath the surface. "easy. if you wear this dress," he swished it in front of you for good measure, "i'll wear a maid dress too, and you can do whatever you want to me. anything."

"huh." you hummed, tapping your chin in thought. "anything?"

"...anything legal."

"aw man," you pouted. "so i guess murder's off the table." your lips stretched into a smirk that made goosebumps prickle his skin. 

"so i can peg you?"

suna immediately regretted bringing it up in the first place.

his eyes widened. "uh, well..."

"'uh, well...' what?" you laughed, stepping closer to squish his cheeks with your fingers. "come on, what were you thinking about doing to me in this little thing? huh?"

he mumbled something quietly. you released his face.

"didn't hear you."

he coughed. "anal."

"i fucking knew it! so it's fair: an eye for an eye." you pointed to yourself, "maid dress and anal," and then turned your finger around to point at him, "maid dress and anal."

"fine," he grumbled, confused at how he'd won and lost at the same time. "maid dress and anal for everybody."

"exactly!" you hummed, rubbing the fabric of the dress between your fingertips. "karl marx would be proud."

you snicker to yourself at the memory. that was months ago—the sex was great, and you'd done anal plenty of times after that first try, but you'd also completely forgotten about that promise. now that there was such a stark reminder in front of you of your agreement, well, it's no wonder suna was so nervous about bringing up the fundraiser.

that fucking sneak.

"thanks for telling me, atsumu."

"uh, yeah, no problem! just... don't tell him i told you, alright? he has too much blackmail on me, i don't want to get on his bad side."

"of course, of course, don't worry about that! this is just between you and me." you hear a relieved sigh on the other side of the line. 

"alright well, that was it. talk to you later, i guess."

"yeah, totally. have a good night."

you stroll back into the bedroom with a smug smile on your lips, heavily contrasting suna, who's so pale and nervous that he looks like he's going to pass out.

you wave your phone in front of his face. "so, a dear teammate of yours told me something interesting."

he groans, dragging a hand down the front of his face. "was it atsumu? i swear to god i'm going to kill that son of a—"

"—i'm neither going to confirm nor deny that statement," you quip. "but someone told me that you've got a maid costume in your possession."

"yeah, well," he flounders for an excuse, before dropping his head. "yeah."

you make an amused sound. "maid costume... maid costume... i remember something about a maid costume... a bit of a quid pro quo. that ringing any bells for you?"

he fiddles with his fingers, looking anywhere but you. "uh huh."

"i think it was something along the lines that if i wear a maid costume and get fucked in the ass, you wear a maid costume and get fucked in the ass. that sound right?"

he winces. "you sure it wasn't, like, i wear a maid costume and make you breakfast-in-bed? 'cus i make great pancakes."

you give an apologetic smile—you both know that you don't mean it, not in the slightest. "no, i don't think so. i think you agreed to get pegged."

suna grits his teeth. "yeah, i guess i did."

you walk towards him until he's pressed against the wall, gazing at you with barely-concealed lust. his heart beats wildly in his chest as you run your thumb over his lower lip, his cheeks flushed pink and pupils dilated. his lips part slightly as you wedge the finger between them, and they close over the first knuckle.

you chuckle. 

this is suna rintarou—behind his otherwise disinterested exterior, he's really nothing more than a desperate cockslut if you press the right buttons. with some light touches and filthy words, it's easy to get him all cute and flustered and needy.

he suckles on the tip of your thumb as you push it further into the wet heat of his mouth, pressing down on his tongue until drool trickles from the corner of his lip. satisfied by his near-immediate submission, you pull it out of his mouth and he makes a small sound at the loss.

you tilt your head towards the box, still on the floor and half-buried in the closet.

"why don't you go put that on, hm?"

suna inhales sharply, and you watch as he walks towards the closet, retrieving the white box. he lifts the lid and removes the dress, letting it hang over his arm. you’re too caught up in thinking about how it’ll look on him, how cute he’ll look all dressed up, your eyes zoning out on the dress. it’s only when he clears his throat that you draw your attention back to him.

his face is flushed, dashes of pink across his cheeks and nose. he doesn’t meet your intense gaze, fiddling with the frilly hem of the dress. “don’t watch,” he mumbles.

you chuckle, granting him some mercy and averting your eyes.

“don’t look.”

you huff. “i won’t.”

you hear the shuffling of clothing and see a flash of mahogany as he whips his shirt off and throws it somewhere, waiting patiently. after a few moments of silence, curiosity gets the best of you, and you sneak a quick glance in suna’s direction.

you’re met with a pair narrowed, celedon-colored eyes staring at you from across the room.

“bitch,” he hisses. “i told you not to look.”

turning towards him, you cock an eyebrow. "do you really want to take that attitude with me right now, brat?"

he stills, face flushing bright red.

"sorry," he mumbles, flattening the pleats of the skirt with his palm. "i don't wanna be a brat."

"go lay on the bed," you say, voice disinterested. you try not to smirk at the way the fabric of the dress twitches as suna's cock hardens at your words. you open a drawer and yank out a bottle of lube before tossing it to him. "and loosen yourself up for me, would you?"

you head out of the bedroom, leaving behind a very flustered and very needy suna, eyes wide and mouth slack-jaw as he watches you leave.

pushing open the bathroom door, you immediately head to the small closet in the corner, reaching behind a pile of towels and paper towel rolls that inconspicuously hide the black strap hidden behind them. you blindly grab until you feel the squishy silicone shaft and the leather of the harness, smiling as you pull it out of its hiding spot.

you nearly rip off your clothes in haste, images of suna's fucked-out face flashing in your mind and making your clit throb as you shimmy into some black lingerie. posing in the mirror, you let your hands trail along your tits, down your sides, and across your ass, admiring your soft curves and sharp edges.

"man, i really am sexy," you whisper to yourself.

the cherry on the top is the strap—you lift the leather straps up your legs, tightening them so they're snug on your thighs. you look back in the mirror, giggling quietly as you swing your hips and the dildo swings with you.

"and i'm sexy with a dick."

you examine your face for a quick second, eyes darting over the reflection of your features while you try different faces: snarling, blowing a kiss, biting your lip.

you're just about to pretend to give yourself a handjob, snickering all the while, when a muffled moan makes your ears perk up.

oh yeah. suna's in there... fingering himself...

the thought makes you embarrassingly wet, and you slip a finger just over your clit to alleviate some of the tension.

this isn't the first time suna's subbed for you and had something in his ass—the two of you have experimented with fingers and toys—but never have you tried anything so... intimate.

never have you fucked him.

your body burns with arousal as you creep back into the bedroom, and you gnaw at your lower lip. 

when you walk through the door, you're met with suna on his back, legs bent and spread wide, two fingers inside his hole, slick with lube. his head is thrown back onto the pillow, hair disheveled as it plasters to his forehead, and eyes are closed. quiet curses float through his lips—he probably doesn’t want to be too loud so that you hear him from the other room.

with every move of his fingers, he writhes, hips shifting as he tries to get his fingers in deeper. he adds a third, rotating his wrist and curling his fingertips. suna lurches, eyes shooting open, as he moans loud from the direct stimulation to his prostate.

his watery gaze focuses on you and he whimpers, taking in you in your full glory—the outfit that you're decked out in accentuates your body perfectly, emphasizing his favorite parts of you, and his eyes widen at the sight of the strap hanging from your waist.

he chokes on a sob because oh my god, you're going to be inside him.

"please," he whines, removing his fingers from his ass, careful not to touch the white frills of the dress that rest on his upper thigh. "i need it so bad."

you exhale, approaching the bed with an unreadable expression on your face, before crawling over him. you lean forward so that your tits are brushing against his chest, lips teasingly close to the sensitive spot on his neck. you blow lightly, snickering at the way he shudders at the cool sensation.

"aw, baby needs it? you need mommy's cock inside you?"

he drops his head onto the bed, looking at you with pleading, glossy eyes. spreading his legs wider, he gives you room to shift your weight and lightly grind the strap against him, making him shudder. 

"yes, please fuck me. i want you to fuck me, i need you to fuck me, please—"

his words stumble off into a strangled groan as you slick up the silicone with lube before pushing, just the slightest, into his hole.

he clenches around the tip, body trembling at the intoxicating intrusion. you hike up his legs a little more, raising your hands to hold the soft skin on the underside of his thighs, pushing his knees to his chest.

you rock your hips in another inch and suna keens, eyes rolling back and hand coming to clutch your wrist in an attempt to keep himself grounded.

"f-fuck," he breathes as you give little thrusts that force him to take more and more of the dildo. he mewls at the stretch. "i f-feel so full, oh fuck!"

"yeah?" your voice is strained as you see suna below you, the erotic position making you even hornier. "you feel good?"

he whimpers, his hands coming up above his head to tangle themselves in the sheets. he loves this—just laying back and taking whatever you give him however you want to—the perfect pillow princess.

"feels s'good, mommy," he gasps, shutting his eyes tight. "you fill me so well, fill me so much, gonna make me—"

you bottom out, pressing the spongy tip of the strap directly against his prostate, and he sucks in a breath like the wind's been knocked out of him. 

"holy shit."

noting his reaction, you aim at that spot again, his thighs flexing at your sides. "does this feel good? right here?"

"mm, yeah," he hums, back arching off of the bed to urge you deeper. "right there, fuck, right there!"

you establish a steady rhythm, the slick noises of your hips meeting his ass filling the room. suna's untouched cock bobs helplessly along his abs, drooling pre-cum, and you almost feel bad at the way he pitifully glances down at it.

"will you—can you touch me? please, mommy?" he gives you puppy dog eyes, lower lip jutting out, before you thrust in again and his eyes close as he moans.

"sure, baby," you hum, dropping one of his legs to wrap your fingers around his cock. "all you had to do was ask."

you slowly stroke up and down, matching the movement of your hips.

"ah, mommy, feels so so good," he sobs mindlessly. "so good, mommy, you feel so good inside me."

you bite back a moan of your own as his words soak your pussy, the ache in your clit incessantly begging you to indulge yourself. 

and god, you want to—you want to slip a finger or two down your panties and swirl them in patterns that make you see stars. you want him to stuff his cock inside you and hit that gooey spot that turns your limbs to jelly. you want it so bad—you're selfish—and it honestly pains you to see suna like this, writhing in pleasure, with absolutely no physical relief for yourself, save for the occasional pressure on your clit.

"can i stop?" you begin slowing your thrusts, making suna crack his eyes open.

"y-yeah, of course," he says, voice hoarse. "why, do you not like it?"

you shake your head, fingers trembling as they remove the harness. "no, fuck, i love it," you insist. "but i just," your hands trail up his chest as you straddle him, "god, i want you inside me so bad."

his eyes widen as you hover over him, lining up his cock with your drooling pussy. you glance up, a hesitant expression on your face. "that okay with you?"

he groans, hands coming up to rest on your hips. "shit, yes. use me, mommy. do whatever you want, fuck."

with that, you slowly drop down, letting your walls adjust to the stretch of his cock. "hngh, you're so big," you breathe. "feels amazin'"

suna can't respond, only choked whimpers coming from him as your tight, wet cunt envelops him and makes his stomach pool with arousal. his eyes are locked onto the erotic way your tits bounce as you rock your hips, his fingers tightening their grip on your waist as you begin picking up the pace.

your knees and abs are screaming, already exerted from when you were pegging him, as you lift your body up and drop it down on his cock again and again and again. you're so pent up—you can already feel your orgasm creeping up on you after just a minute—and as suna twitches inside you, you know that he's close too.

"m-mommy," he whispers. "kiss me? please kiss me, i've been so good, a good boy just for you, yeah? please?"

you almost scoff—good, my ass—but he looks so desperate and you feel so desperate, that you consider letting it slide just this once.

at your silence, he slowly begins panicking—he's gonna cum soon and he wants to feel you, he wants to feel your lips on his, he wants it more than anything he's ever wanted before, so why won't you just say yes?

"please, mommy," he begs, voice pitching upwards. "god, please, fuck, mommy, please? kiss me? 'm gonna cum, please kiss me when i cum? please, please, please, 'm sorry, i want it, i need it, fuck, mommy, kiss m—"

you cut him off with a hungry kiss, your hands pushing down on the planes of his chest to balance yourself. it's like the two of you have been starving as you lap at each others' mouths, tongues and teeth licking and nipping. the rumbly vibrations of his moans flow through your lips as he bucks his hips up, eagerly getting more friction from your gushing cunt.

the sounds of your skin and mouth against his are downright lewd, but they just turn you on more as you gyrate your hips, wanting to get even dirtier noises from suna.

one of his hands trails down your waist and across your stomach to toy with your clit, and you jerk, the muscles in your abdomen clenching painfully. 

"oh, fuck," you say breathily, throwing your head back. "that feels so fucking good."

his thighs quiver as you continue fucking yourself onto him. "shit," he hisses, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes at the overwhelming pleasure. "you're so fucking tight, mommy, shit. gonna fucking milk me dry—"

with another movement of your hips, you're sucking in a breath—the feelings of being so full, having your clit stimulated, and seeing this debauched version of your boyfriend quickly, quickly sending you to your peak.

"'m gonna cum," you moan airily. "cum with me, fuck, be a good boy and cum with me."

"yes, mommy." suna's wrecked—tears are streaming down his face and neck, his lips are bitten raw, and his face is so flushed—he just looks so fucking cute. with another flutter of your pussy around him, his eyes roll back in his pretty, empty head, and a whine is ripped from his throat.

"cumming!"

you feel hot spurts of his cum inside you and in an instant your thighs twist and you're cumming with him, a high washing over your body and dousing you in indescribable pleasure that has your veins burning in desire and limbs shaking in a full-body shiver. you all but collapse onto suna's sweaty chest, the two of you panting and catching your breath.

he gently wraps his hand around the back of your neck and pulls you into a lazy kiss. "you should peg me again," he whispers into your lips. "just, properly next time."

you make an offended noise. "it's tiring!"

"mhm, okay." he presses his lips against your forehead before yawning, shuffling you so that you're laying on top of him. "we'll clean up in a few."

"sure," you say, exhausted. "because we never fall asleep."

within a few minutes, you've both dozed off in each others' arms, bodies simmering in the glow of post-sex haze.

the next day, atsumu gets a twitter notification bright and early. he groans, opening his eyelids just a sliver to see that it's from suna tagging him in something. shrugging it off, he makes a big show of turning over, burying his head under the pillow.

he almost immediately regrets the decision of ignoring the post, because approximately seven seconds later, his phone is pratically blowing up, the dings and whistles of notifications of every single social media app he has bouncing around the room.

exasperatedly, he unlocks his phone, eyes widening to the size of saucers as he clicks on the very first notification and opens twitter.

@sunarin posted a minute ago: “atsumu miya farts in his sleep.” > click to view video

hands shaking in fear, atsumu clicks the link only to see exactly what was advertised: a video of him passed out in a hotel room, farting and then mumbling in his sleep. to his horror, the video only continues, shifting to another clip, another clip, and yet another clip, all of them showing the exact same thing in different times and different places: him farting in his fucking sleep.

it's a fucking compilation of all the years suna's known him. some of them are even from his time at msby—how the hell did he get his hands on those?

“i have eyes everywhere,” suna'd once told him back in high school. “i'm like big brother. so it'd be in your best interest not to piss me off when you're famous.”

“well, shit," atsumu mutters to himself, scrolling through the endless line of notifications, each of them accompanied by emojis and amusing comments. "suna's just committed social murder."

he racks his brain for something that could've set him off, when his mind immediately flashes back to his conversation with you.

"there's no way..."

"rin, you really didn't have to do him like that," you say between chuckles, absolutely no force in your words. "public relations is gonna die trying to fix his image."

suna nuzzles further into your neck, his phone long-forgotten in the bedsheets. "that fucker deserves it," he responds sleepily, leaving a line of kisses along your collarbone. "i told him not to fuck with me."

"yeah, but," you gently scratch his scalp and he lets out a happy noise, "you got some good sex out of it. so—"

"—not just good sexy, baby. really good sex. like amazing sex."

"so shouldn't you be thanking him?"

suna opens his mouth to speak and then closes it again, the gears shifting in his head. "i mean, i guess."

you snort, rolling your eyes. "gosh, rintarou. you're so immature."

your phone rings and you reach to pick it up, raising an eyebrow when you see atsumu's calling. you flip the phone so that suna sees it.

"speak of the devil," he jokes.

"what the fuck am i supposed to say?" you hiss, glaring at your boyfriend, who has a shit-eating grin on his face. "this is your fau—" suna suddenly taps on the green answer button. "—hey atsumu! good morning!"

"don't 'hey atsumu' me. did you tell him?"

"tell... who what?"

you hear him slap his forehead through the phone. "i can't believe you told him. i told you not to tell him!"

snickering, you make crackling noises with your mouth. "uh, i think you're breaking up—"

"—don't you dare—"

"—can't hear you, bye!"

you disconnect the call with a laugh and put your phone on do not disturb as suna wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer.

"you're a menace, you know that?"

"mhm," he hums.

"they should kick you off of twitter like they did to trump."

"okay."

"you're a stain on the fabric of society."

"are you done?"

"...yeah."

"okay," he whispers. "let's go back to bed then."

“okay."

"love you."

you smile. "love you too, rintarou."

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lube. so much lube. even with how small and skinny you're starting with, you don't want to hurt him. you try to keep your composure, hide how excited and nervous you are that he's finally letting you do this, but you slip up when you pour a little too much lube into your hands that it spills onto your sheets. he chuckles at you for that, a snarky remark on the tip of his tongue but it twists into a fractured gasp as you circle his hole with your middle finger.

he's just so pretty, you know? so lovely when he presses his hips back, trying to benevolently to catch more of you inside. you stretch him out on one finger, then two, then three, and he's just mumbling, babbling for more. and you give, because you're kind, because you want him to want this. he's so shy, hiding his face behind his hands and behind pillows that you have to pry away to see the rosy tint in his pale cheeks. so pretty.

you smooth a hand up his torso, cradling his jaw in your palm. "you ready?" he's got a pillow stuffed under his hips to ease him into it, the way you crowd over him and guide your cock into his overlubed hole. it's sticky, a little messy but the first catch of the head against his hole makes him grasp at the sheets; he's not used to something as big and blunt as your strap.

it's not easy. there's no pop-slip moment, no magical ring of tightness you have to break before he's loose enough to fuck valiantly. you have to work your way inside, cooing at him to relax, it's just me, okay? massaging his thighs, kicked back so his ankles hit his hind.

"how much more?" he whimpers.

"'m about halfway," you whisper. "we don't have to use everything."

"no," he shakes his head, voice trembling on shaky keys. "i want to."

and so you work your way into him. you watch his face closely for any sign of reluctance, any pain, but you find none. instead you witness the way his eyes cross a little when you bottom out, when you whisper, "i'm all the way in, baby." the small whimper when you pull back, and thrust back in. the drool that leaks from the side of his mouth when he's about to cum.

If anyone pressed you for the details of how you wound up in the bed of a Tokyo baddie, you’re not sure you’d be able to provide them. And not just for the sake of confidentiality. It’s more that you can’t be too sure yourself.

You know one drink became two, and then an offer to bring you home- the hour late and streets suspect. You remember accepting, the walk, the train ride, the joints passed back and forth between you in the comfort of your livingroom. But precisely how you managed to fall into bed with Haitani Ran eludes you. And you can’t be fucked to figure it out when all that truly matters is fucking the brat out of him.

He curses again when you get the angle just right, arms bent and palms scrabbling against the sheets for a tether. A something to make his eyes uncross; that he can pour his frenetic buzz into. And that ‘something’ becomes your thighs, his nails digging into the sensitive underneath of your flesh. Again, it’s not something you can find it in yourself to be bothered by when his hair lays in every direction thanks to your handling and his fight, curtaining wild eyes and parted lips as he looks back at you like he could kill you if you weren’t fucking his ass within an inch of his sanity.

Your hold on his inked back tightens, his arch forced deeper, and he moans like the heavens aren’t listening.

“You paint a real pretty picture, you know that, Ran?” For all your effort, your words fight against exertion- a testament to how furiously you drive your silicone cock into his only too accepting body. His own heavy erection smacks against the smoothed chisel of his stomach where every impact buries him lower within the depths of mindless pleasure. But that depth is Ran’s playground. The freedom he knows there is endless and suddenly he’s fighting to push himself up by his arms; an attempt you immediately squash with a hand and weight at the back of his neck.

You almost have to stop and wonder if that’s what he wanted in the first place with how his eyes roll back at the leveraged strength behind your thrusts, jolts sent through his system with every slap of your hips to his ass.

“Don’t cum so soon, brat. Don’t even deserve it f’r giving me sucha hard time.” And because he wants to remind you he still can, he throws his hips back and you off-kilter. Just to make sure you know even though it earns him a stringing slap to the already cherry curve of his ass. “You just don’t fucking quit.”

“N-ahh!” he tries, and fails when you tear the breath out of him back by the roots of his silken hair. “Never will. Get used to it, angel.”

“Only thing I’m gonna get used to,” you sneer, winding your hand from hair to throat, fingers pressing into the hollows within his human structure, “is hearing you scream my name like I own you.”

His breath puffs heavy from inside his chest, punctuated by noises you can feel him make beneath your unrelenting grasp, and a need takes hold. Not just hear, but to see him when he wails. Eat up the sight of him when his cum arcs over the half-of-a-whole that denotes his most trusted.

It’s almost cute to hear his alarmed whimper when you pull out, a fear he really won’t get what he wants, until you flip him violently on his back and settle imposing between his thighs even as you push them back ‘til his tailbone lifts from the mussed bedding. And for as much as you’d hate to tell him in this moment, you can’t help but think he’s beautiful between the shallow crests and dips of his chest. The strands of his hair that stick to his drool-coated lips. The wide-eyed anticipation he stares at you with, daring you to move. Or don’t. Deny him. Or want him any worse than you already do.

Maybe you simply fell into his trap.

When the bait was one of the most virile and violently attractive men in the city, who could blame you?

“Fuck me.”

Truly, the fault is all his and the only recourse is to, yes, fuck him.

Inui looked so pretty in them, but he looked the prettiest with his little ass perked up for you—him whining against the couch on D&D motors as your bruising grip propelled your pushes forward. If only Draken knew what transpired in the shop every time he left Inui in charge.

Inui couldn't keep his mouth shut, not with how your hands grasped his hips, thrusting your strap in and out. You kept hitting that spot in his prostate; he felt hot, a full-body sensation, tingles in his groin. Your hand shifted towards his blond hair, pulling and making him stretch his neck in your direction. You could see his Adam’s apple bob in rhythm with your hips. Inui’s eyes were shining with unreleased tears as his mouth left tiny sounds in between puffs of hair—your name being one of them. Twisting your position, you felt Inui tense. The blond felt that building pressure hit the point of no return—his balls tensed as strings of sticky white cum dirtied the couch.

Now strap on the floor; grunts and moans filled the air as you pumped his cock, helping him with his release. A still panting Inui pulled you towards him, begging with his eyes. He still wanted your touch. He needed it. And you obliged, telling how he was such a good boy for you—always listening and eager for you. Kissing Inui is a fantastic experience, soft lips, long lashes fluttering against your cheeks, little mewls as your tongue invaded his mouth.

Somehow Inui ended on top of you as the kiss prolonged. He dragged his chest on yours just to feel your nipples roll on his skin. You felt his softening member stroke your folds; he was slightly humping his cock against your cunt.

“Oh? Does my baby wants more?” you cued at his desperate humps, the rocking of his hips never stopping.

Another mewl left Inui as he tried to speak; he knows you want answers, and Inui doesn't want you upset. So he tries, “I- I-” hot puffs of hair hit your sweaty skin, “I w- want you- u to feel g- good too,” he could barely let out as your juices dampened him the more he rubbed his cock against you.

“faster mommy”, tōru whines as you slowly fuck his cute little asshole with a glass dildo. it smoothly glides in and out of him and perfectly hits the one spot that makes him feel so good with every stroke.

you have been teasing oikawa for a while now with the slow pace and he started desperately humping the pillow beneath him, whining and with tears in his eyes. he’s babbling something incomprehensible between all the “faster"s and "mommy"s he’s whispering. tōru is so needy and all he wants is to finally release.

he looks so cute with his eyes closed shut, tears staining his flushed cheeks and his ruffled hair. tōru’s ass is high up in the air, moving back and forth in an unstable rhythm, hardly slapping against your hand making the dildo reach even deeper inside him. he whines and moans loudly from the friction.

oikawa reaches down to stroke his dick being squeezed by a cockring but you pull away his hand and press his lower back down onto the bed, making him hump the pillow harder. you pick up the pace with the glass dildo and fuck him harder and faster, pushing tōru closer and closer to the edge. by now he is a crying and whining mess, still fucking himself deeper by rocking back and forth, face pressed into another pillow beneath him, babbling inaudible nonsense.

you finally reach down to his little cock and start jerking him off, finally giving him what he wants. you can tell he’s close by the way his cries are getting louder and so he finally releases on the pillow beneath him, he has been humping so desperately, whining your name combined with endless amounts of "fuck"s and "shit"s. you overstimulate him and keep stroking his small dick until he’s begging you to stop, his whole body shaking. you turn him around on his back and kiss his forehead, telling him what a good boy he is and all you get is one last needy whine.