#tw.rimming

But the thing you weren't used to? Is how they can both ignore their competition when it comes to you. When it comes to torturing you. How they can both be at each other's throat but when they spotted you. Oh god, it's your turn. It's your fucking turn to be their stress toy, to be the one to let out their frustrations on.

“Keep working on that tongue slut, remember you won't get to cum unless I do” Mai's tone was nowhere near joking, nowhere near being nice. Besides being nice? there isn't a word like that in their vocabulary. You're their fuck toy, and toys needed to be played with until they're satisfied.

Mai pushed your head forward, grinding on your face, the wet and rough feeling of your tongue made her moan. You tried to accommodate her relentless pace, how she kept on grinding and grinding, uncaring of how you can't keep up.

“Hm what a sight, your hole is on full display. Do you like it when we don't argue? Do you love how our attention is on you?” God how you wish you could look at Maki right now, how absolutely hot it is to look at his mocking expression.

But not with how her twin is being rough with you, not with the way she practically suffocates you by gyrating her hips on your face, on your tongue.

Slap, the pain stings, causing you to jerk forward, earning another mewl from Mai. “Brat, after all we've done for you, you're not even gonna answer me? What you're already that dumb from eating out my sister” you couldn't answer, couldn't when Mai is pushing your head hard, leaving you no room to escape. “Fine then don't answer”

Maki's hands massaged your ass, the hand print from earlier still evident, a clear proof of your disobedience. She smirked at her work, this is one of the things she takes pride in, one of the things she's good at. You felt her hands left, it made you wonder for a second, is she going to slap your ass again or she'll bring another toy like last time.

The thought made you moan, sending vibrations into Mai's pussy. You felt good, too good, better than those lame guy hookups she had, better than those toys she bought. They're nothing compared to you, how you're so willing, so enticing, addictive. So smart and dumb at the same time.

Shutter, you heard the sound of a camera from behind. “Gonna remember this handprint forever” it wasn't that she never did this before, she probably even had an album of you naked, every part of you in every position. But everytime you think of Maki taking a picture of you and perhaps even masturbating, it never fails to make you wet.

With the thought in mind, you sucked on Mai's clit harsher, pulling the little pearl lightly, slurping noises can be heard from the room.

“Maki stop taking photos prep her already” compared to how they talked to each other on a daily basis, this one is much gentler, needier. With you their tone always flips to 180, how they always cooperate when it comes to you.

Maki sat behind you, ass lifted into the air, tempting her to have a taste, leave prints all over your body. She blows air into your quivering hole, watching it twitch with want and need.

You felt her tongue poke your rim, licking a stripe but never inserting it, but the feeling of her hot and wet tongue is enough to make you shiver in anticipation.

“Mph” without any warning she slipped her tongue into your entrance. Thrusting her tongue deep inside you, slurping all your juices. It felt captivating, her tongue felt like heaven. How her tongue works like magic, makes you see stars.

“M-maki fuck please wanna cum, make me cum” you whined, scratching your nails into Mai's thighs, grinding your ass into her. Riding her tongue, relishing the feeling of your tongue.

Slap, and another, the stinging pain made you jerk forward, crying out from the pain. Tears peaked from the corner of your eyes, it burned, it ached, it's much harsher than what you receive earlier. But that doesn't mean you didn't like it, Oh no, you love it even.

“Who says you can order me whore?” No one, that was your fault though.

“Hah! Already that dumb that you forgotten your place? Come on you know better than that, haven't we fucked that sense into you”

She threaded her finger into your hair, a gentle act– that almost made you fell for it, until she pulled on your hair, directing you to hair leaking core. Your scalp aches but the pain can't compare from the smack you had earlier, but still it hurts.

Their onslaught still continued, Mai throwing her head back in satisfaction and ecstacy. Maki eats you out like a starved man, greedily sucking your clit. She moved away for a second, the loss of contact made you want to cry out. “Keep going, you said you wanted to cum right, make her cum then”

The pleasure was unbearable that you want more, you need more, you crave for more. The tantalizing feeling of being eaten out by Maki, and the addicting feeling of eating out Mai, it's excruciating. You wanted to cum, to seek relief, but you forgot that you're not that one in charge.

That in order for you to get what you want, you should do what you must.

Everyone could tell that Bokuto was much more chipper these days, each play reflecting his mood as each ball made it in the line and managed to not get blocked. If they did, he simply just smiled and laughed it off, but his gaze always turned to you and smiled your way, wishing for your approval. A small clap of the hands would do it, showing small appreciation. When he turned away from you, you’d end up dropping the smile and hands, looking down at your notebook and fiddling with a pen.

It was scary, that one night, finding yourself unable to do anything against Bokuto as he took the last thing you had going for you away, so it was hard to even look at him sometimes. The only people on the team who didn’t worry or scare you as much anymore was Hinata, Iwaizumi, and Aran. Even then, Iwaizumi was the only one who checked up on you and made sure nobody was going too far. When he asked you how you were the day after, you were still processing the night and lied, telling him nothing bad has happened yet. He smiled and told you to tell him if anything does happen, he’d be happy to set someone straight. As you sit on the bench, you wonder if he’d be upset at you for lying about anything bad happening, even if you were just startled when you told him.

The whistle from the coach signaled a break, which usually meant you spent 15 minutes on your knees in the bathroom. Sighing, you clicked your pen and closed the notebook, setting them down as the coach told everyone to take a break and what he’d focus on continuing after the break. When he waved them off, Atsumu was almost quick enough to get to you first, but Bokuto had clasped his hands in yours before Atsumu could say a word.

“Bokkun, you’re always spendin’ time with her on your breaks! Give the rest of us a chance,” he huffed, a bit miffed. You couldn’t blame him, seeing as Bokuto has taken Atsumu’s place in monopolizing you. There hadn’t been any fights like that one day, Bokuto in too much of a good mood to bother with Atsumu.

“Hm, maybe it’s just cause she likes me. Don’t you, manager?” He smiles, one that you’d find comfort in if the situation was different. A shaky smile paints on your lips, a shallow nod as Bokuto’s eyes practically shine. He says nothing more to his teammates as he briskly walks out of the gym. This time, instead of going into the men’s restroom, he goes into the women’s.

“Bokuto, what are you doing? We don’t usually come in here,” you ask, finding your nerves coming back as he drags you in. There’s a bit of a walking distance between the two restrooms and you’re the only one using the women’s restroom, so it’s hardly used and practically empty all the time.

“Didn’t want anyone to accidentally get a glimpse of my pretty manager’s pussy, that’s all,” he hums, deciding to push you up against the wall at that moment. Quickly realizing what he means, you tell him that you shouldn’t do that right now, promising to let him do what he wants later, but he’s ignoring you as he unzips the jacket. “I just need a taste to continue to my game, don’t worry, baby. Your pretty mouth gets a break,”

“Bokuto, I won’t be able to walk straight afterwards, everyone’ll know!” You harshly whisper, worried about the looks you’ll get. Bokuto simply licks his lips as you say that, getting on his knees as he tugs down your pants. The sweatpants pooled around your ankles and your panties followed soon after, Bokuto pressing a kiss to your bare knee as he hiked up your leg, keeping it bent. With the position, you felt goosebumps on your skin as the air of the room hit your exposed pussy, arms crossing over your chest as a shiver ran up your spine. Bokuto doesn’t seem to mind, his lips leaving a trail on your inner thigh until they’re pressing a kiss on your folds.

He doesn’t seem to mind the lack of wetness, diving between your folds with his tongue as he sucks on your clit. It’s pleasureful, but your worries keep you silent as you let him do what he wants to do. You know he’ll be unsatisfied until you finish, which means you have a time limit, making your anxiety worse. While you’re trying to calm your nerves and focus on the pleasure, Bokuto is blissfully stroking your pussy with his tongue and pushing it into your cunt, gathering juices on the tip. He’s eagerly slurping, a few nibbles on your clit that has your body jerking, making your legs weak as you put a hand in his hair, not sure whether to pull him away or push him closer.

Sensing you want him closer, he lets out a moan that vibrates against your skin, adding to the pleasure as you try to not fall. It eventually fails as he gives you one long lick, swirling his tongue around your clit as your knee buckles. He’s quick, grabbing your thighs so you don’t fall and puts them on his shoulders, keeping his face deep in your pussy to keep you pressed against the wall. A few moans are let loose from your lips as your back arches, eyes shut as he pushes two fingers into your cunt, lips and tongue focusing on your clit. He keeps this up until you’re letting out a scream, muffling it with your hand as you whole body twitches with the force of your orgasm. He doesn’t leave you, slurping up any excess as he moans in delight, giving your clit a few kisses in thanks as he does.

Nobody has come to get you yet, so you’re glad he managed to make you finish so quickly, but your worries come back when he wraps your legs around his waist, keeping you pressed against the tile as he gives you a long and deep kiss, moaning into your mouth as his hand finds itself trailing to between your legs once more. “I want more,” he groans, eyes lidded as he keeps his face close to yours.

“No, Bokuto, not here,” you whisper, “not now.”

He goes to say something else, his hands moving to his practice shorts as he hooks his thumb in the hem of them, but is cut off by Hinata shouting for him. “Bokuto-san! [Y/N]! Break’s over!”

“Fuck,” Bokuto swears, releasing his shorts as he drops your legs. He’s still hesitant, noticeable in how he gently puts on your panties and longfully looks at them as he pushes them up. You end up putting your pants back on yourself, having to pull them on over your shoes, while Bokuto watches, still close. Once fully on, he hugs you close and gives you another kiss, one hand on your back as the other grabs a fistful of your ass. “We’ll continue this later, hm?” He hums, not waiting for your answer before he goes to leave. You may be worried of others knowing, but his goal is to make sure everyone knows he’s getting special care from you.

Hinata seems surprised when Bokuto leaves the women’s restroom, but not too surprised when you’re following after him. Even with wobbly legs, you’re able to act as if everything’s normal as you wave off any concerns, telling him you’re fine. Bokuto seems to hang back a bit, waiting for you to follow him. Hinata also notices this, but just walks back to the gym without mentioning anything. Once you’re walking in front of him, Bokuto follows, his smile never leaving his face.

By the time the next whistle blows, signaling it’s dinner time and the boys need to go wash up, your legs have stopped their wobbliness. Bokuto made sure to ask for lots of water and an extra towel, making sure you had to walk in front of everyone and he made sure to smile your way every time you did so, chest puffed with pride. Your worries were probably useless, knowing he’d have bragged about it if anyone asked him questions. Even when you got your stuff and had to bend over, grabbing the bucket of water bottles, Bokuto couldn’t help but pat your ass as he walked by. Bearing with it, you pretended like nothing happened when you went to leave, managing to keep a calm facade. Not only had you made sure you wouldn’t have your back facing them when you bent down, but you were out of the way, so Bokuto deliberately went to you just to grope you. It’s nothing you shouldn’t expect, but it’s still embarrassing and very much out of your comfort zone.

Bokuto doesn’t call for you that night, as you spend your time before bed in Aran’s room. He’s been one of the few to not ask for favors as much, but you felt he needed something after a stressful day of dealing with a whining Atsumu. Not only do you spend time with Aran, who happens to be respectful of your comfort levels, but you also get to be occupied when Bokuto goes looking to ‘continue’ what he started that afternoon. Bokuto also is one of the more well-endowed members of the team, but Aran is right up there with him. After slurping up any extra cum from his cock, you give his tip a kiss as he thanks you.

“Whenever you need me,” you chirp, waving goodbye with a smile. You sigh heavily once leaving the room, but find yourself holding your breath as you pass by Bokuto’s room. The sound of snoring calms your nerves, seeing he couldn’t wait for you to be done. Tooting your own horn, you gave Aran’s one of the best blowjobs you could give as long as it drew it out as long as you could. With a brisk and silent walk into your room, you finally felt yourself fully relax once you were inside. Exhausted from the day, you simply undressed and put on a large t-shirt, deciding to shower in the morning when you weren’t as tired.

As you took too long to finish up with Aran, Bokuto ended up falling asleep while waiting for the moans and obscene noises to cease from the room. The rooms weren’t soundproof, which taught him that Sakusa was a heavy sleeper since he didn’t hear the bed creaking that one night, but that means he could hear Aran’s low moans as you went down on him in the next room. Bokuto found himself getting turned on from the noises, his mind running laps as he imagined what you could possibly be doing to get Aran to let loose with his moans, but after a quick handjob to the noises, he felt exhausted to wait anymore. However, that was before most people were asleep, right after dinner. Too early for him, usually, so he ends up waking up to a dark room and quick check on his phone shows it’s only a little past midnight, making him groan.

He can’t stop thinking about the noises, though. Just a wet dream of you servicing his cock and making him sound like that had his cock springing up once again, another groan as he accidentally rubbed it against the mattress when he rolled over. It may be late, but surely you wouldn’t mind if he wanted to get another taste. If you’re up, he’ll have to ask you for some lip service instead, but his hopes are dashed when he sees your light is off. Hoping it’s just the light, he goes to open your door and is surprised to find it unlocked, seeing as you usually lock it when you go to bed. Opening the door, sure enough, you’re asleep, not even under the covers as you sleep so peacefully.

Still as vulnerable and helpless as ever, he can’t help but grin as he shuts the door, eager to take advantage. You don’t even move as he kneels on your bed, crawling over your body as you stay still. A couple of noises leave your lips as he finds his hands massaging the flesh of your thighs and ass, testing your tolerance. He gets a movement, you putting your face into the pillow a bit more as you push your weight to the other side. Finding himself to be lucky, he slides two fingers underneath the panties, pushing them into your cunt as he’s surprised to find you’re quite wet. Thinking you might be having a dream of him as he’s had one of you, his cock twitches as he pulls off your panties. He doesn’t want to rip them off, hoping he can pull them back up you after he’s filled you up, so he’s gentle as he tugs them down your legs.

Even when he pulls your ass into the air by your waist, you don’t wake up. Your legs aren’t very good at keeping you up, but he manages to line his cock with your entrance, using his own body to keep yours stable. Without you squirming or screaming, he finds it a bit lackluster when he bottoms out easily. You don’t struggle against him, your walls parting easily for his cock. Leaning over you, he grabs fistfuls of your breasts, pushing your loose shirt all the way up as he starts a slow pace. He may have wanted you asleep, but he misses the fire you have when you’re awake.

A deep groan in your ear as he feels you squeeze his cock, sucking him back in as he rocks himself out of you. A more harsh thrust has you gasping, fingers grasping at the pillow beneath them and a moan spilling from your lips. Soon after, your eyes are fluttering open as you try to understand what’s going on. The thrusts in and out of your cunt have you going on alert, wide eyes searching behind you to find Bokuto, smiling down at you. “Nice of you to wake up,”

“Bok— Bokuto?” You sleepily reply, brain processing everything. Each drag of his cock in your walls had you clenching around him and a moan escaping your throat. “What are you doing?”

“I missed you after you spent some time with Aran. It sounded like so much fun, I had a dream about you so I came to see you. You sounded like you were enjoying it, so I didn’t see a reason to stop.” He can feel you squeezing him more, your body rigid as you squirm under him, it’s much better than just fucking your limp body. It’s like you’re trying to push him out as if your cunt wasn’t sucking him in before your eyes opened. “Just gotta let me fill you up, okay?”

“No, no, stop!” You shake off the sleepiness, trying to squirm away but he just pushes your head into the pillows, using his other hand to keep your hips still. With your mouth against the pillows, you can’t tell him to stop and you can’t even try to get him to take his cock out of you, so you just have to lay there and take it as your nails dig into his arm and wrist.

“Feel so fucking good,” he groans picking up his pace as he slaps his hips against your ass. “All mine,” he mumbles, barely audible over his mixture of moans and groans. He doesn’t bother trying to keep quiet, even making sure the bed frame hits the wall with each harsh thrust. Screwing your eyes shut, you try to block everything out until you hear the door creak open. Bokuto, however, never ceases in his pace.

“Bokuto-san? Wha— Why are you in here?” Hinata’s voice whispers. It’s loud enough for you both to hear it, even over the squelching noises. “I didn’t—”

“Fucking our cute manager, what else?” Bokuto replies, cocky as ever. It’s like he’s showing off a prize, a special treat he got. Squirming some more, hoping maybe Hinata will see your dilemma, you manage to free your face from the fabric and look towards Hinata. There’s a blush coating his cheeks as his eyes are trained on where Bokuto’s hips are slamming into you, mesmerized by the way your cunt accepts his cock. When his eyes move to you, he just stares at you, probably noticing the tears on your cheeks. “Pretty, ain’t she?”

“Help,” you whisper, hoping Hinata can see your lips. “Hinata, please,” you manage to get out, although your voice is hoarse. He doesn’t really move, but you try to move your hand to reach out to him, but Bokuto seems to sense what you’re about to do. Using his hand to lift up your head, your throat is strained so you can hardly say anything and your hands fly to his arm, digging your nails into them.

“I see you looking, Hinata,” Bokuto says, pushing two of his fingers into your mouth and pressing them against your tongue to keep your voice muffled as you try to scream. “It’s a good scene, isn’t it?”

“N-No, I-” he stutters, but then you manage to watch as his hand moves to his sleeping shorts, covering his growing erection. Knowing he’s getting turned on by Bokuto fucking you, your hopes of help are dashed. Does he know you don’t want this? He should, Hinata knows you better than most — you would’ve told him about the decision to sleep around rather than just give blowjobs.

“Enjoying the show a bit? Lock the door and I’ll let you get a closer look,” Bokuto then says, a predatory grin on his face as he stares at Hinata. There’s a beat and a small swell of hope, but then Hinata’s moving to lock the door. The resounding click feels like it echoes in the room, then you notice Bokuto’s thrusts have slowed down until they’re hardly noticeable. He’s then pulling out of you, flipping you over so your back is to the mattress and crooking his finger to bring Hinata closer. You think he’s gonna have Hinata enter you as well, but instead he just tells him to sit back and watch.

Bokuto swiftly pushes back into you, hand covering your mouth as you scream. “God, I missed that. You’re so compliant when you’re asleep,” he groans, grinning when tears form in your eyes again and your nails dig into his arm once more. You can hardly do any damage, his body rock hard as he keeps you pinned down as his hips slam against yours. It’s powerful, heard each time and the sloppy wet noises of your slick coating his cock with each thrust make your stomach churn.

Hinata watches, eyes hardly leaving your form as he drinks up each movement. Bokuto makes sure to adjust your leg, pushing it to your shoulder so Hinata has more room to look. You can’t bear to look at Hinata, feeling sick when you watch him pull down his shorts, freeing his hard cock as he jacks himself off. He’s getting off of the way your cunt eagerly accepts Bokuto’s cock, especially the sticky wetness that coats the shaft each time he pulls out. Each thrust Bokuto gives to you, Hinata’s matching the pace with his hand and squeezing down on his cock each time Bokuto groans, swearing.

When Bokuto takes his thumb and starts rubbing against your clit, your legs tighten as your back arches, your mouth free as you freely let out a mixture of a groan and a mewl, elbows digging into the mattress as you do. A dark chuckle from Bokuto brings you down from the temporary high. “So much fight, yet easily giving up in the end,” he says, flicking your little bud with his thumb so you can’t properly reply. Soon enough, your walls are constructing around his cock as you grit your teeth, drool spilling from the corner of your mouth, legs shaking as you orgasm.

Bokuto groans, sighing as he pulls his cock out of your cunt, making sure to show Hinata the sheen on it, all of your cum. It’s short-lived, as Bokuto’s pushing back into you and chasing his own end now. You don’t get the small pleasure of being uncaged, feeling Bokuto’s weight on you before you can process anything and his relentless harsh pace begins again, low moans in your ear as he keeps your legs bent and up towards your torso. His heavy balls slap against your ass as he coats your pussy and ass in your own slick, you feeling the fluid dripping down your ass. Before Bokuto finishes, you hear Hinata let out a moan, a strangled moan, as if he’s holding back, but then Bokuto’s pumping you full of his cum as he fists the sheets under him. A few lazy thrusts and then he’s pulling out, watching his cum ooze from your stretched cunt.

Bokuto then spreads your legs, signaling Hinata closer as he continues to fist his cock. He looks like he’s about to explode, but he gets closer to you as his hand slows. Bokuto brings him a little closer, guiding his cock against your sloppy pussy and patting it against you, the final touch before Hinata’s cum is splashing against your stomach and chest, some getting on your shirt. All you do is gasp, dipping some fingers into the gunk as Hinata finishes, with the help of Bokuto using his own cum as lube.

“It— It looked so good, I’m sorry,” Hinata pants out, trying to clean the excess cum off his cock. Bokuto seems to be obsessed with pushing his own cum back into you as you just lay back, unsure of what to do. “Can I.. Can I have a taste?”

“Wait, no,” you try to stop him, but Bokuto’s encouraging him, moving behind you as he keeps your legs spread for Hinata. Hinata, like Bokuto had earlier in the day, gets on his knees before your dripping pussy and laps up the cum oozing from it. You’re biting on your lip, hands finding themselves on Bokuto’s arms as you twitch. Still sensitive, you can only sit there as Hinata cleans you up with his tongue.

Seemingly not minding the taste, he hums in satisfaction as he licks and slurps up the creamy liquid, licking his lips even. With a pat on your thighs, Bokuto tells Hinata to put his hands against them and he does, leaving Bokuto’s hands free. He decides to play with your breasts, rubbing your nipples between his fingers pulling them, getting your back arching. Hinata may not seem as strong as Bokuto, but he keeps a firm grip on your thighs and keeps your legs from closing. Once he’s slurped up most of the cum, he pushes his face all the way into your pussy, tongue flicking in and out of your cunt and as whine, squirming again at the feeling.

Bokuto coats two of his fingers in his own spit, rubbing the saliva against your nipple before playing with it again. His other hand moves down to rub at your clit, getting you clenching around Hinata’s tongue before he goes back to slurping and gentle sucks. With Bokuto rubbing your clit, Hinata finds his lips trailing lower to focus on your cunt, until his tongue grazes over your ass. Jolting with a yelp, you attempt to move away. “Oh, seems like she enjoyed that. Do it again, Hinata.” Hinata does exactly that, tongue tracing around your puckered hole as you whine and squirm.

“Wait, no, not there, please,” you beg, getting Hinata to hesitate. Unlike Bokuto, who would continue regardless. A short hesitance, then Hinata’s back to tracing his tongue around and over. He never pushes it in, thankfully, but his nose does tend to nudge your cunt as he moves his tongue and lips around your other entrance. That, combined with Bokuto’s onslaught on your nipple and clit, has you trying to close your legs as you twitch, a groan as your juices splash against Hinata’s face, combined with some of Bokuto’s cum. He doesn’t seem to mind, lapping it all up and cleaning it off the rest of his face. When Hinata stands up, he turns pink when he sees how hard he is, hand grabbing his cock and giving it a few pumps. You think he’s gonna just coat your inner thighs in his cum, but Bokuto has other plans.

“I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you gave her a little creampie, would she?” He hums, hand grasping your chin a bit harshly. “I’ll even tell you her sweet spots, what do you think?”

When Hinata furiously nods his head, letting Bokuto guide his cock into your cunt, you whine from the sensitivity and from annoyance. Hinata keeps his hands firmly on your thighs as he thrusts into you, making sure to drag his cock against your walls, while Bokuto brings your hand to his cock, eager to have you servicing him somehow. When tears stream down your cheeks, Bokuto simply wipes them away with his finger, but Hinata leans closer to lick them away, his tongue sticky from your cum coating it.

“Hinata, stop,” you whine, trying one last time. This time, Bokuto doesn’t interfere, but it’s still useless.

“I always expected to take your virginity, you know? I was your friend first,” he rambled off, never looking away from how you sucked in his cock. “I like you, a lot, so I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, okay?”

Another late night working, your feet ache and your arms are sore from constant drink mixes, but your pockets have a weight in them they don’t usually have from the day shift. Bags hang from your eyes, but you don’t let that dampen your mood when customers arrive.

“Welcome! What can I get started for you gentlemen today?” Your voice is chipper, a smile on your face as you shake a mix.

“I’ll take a White Russian,” one of them says, holding two fingers. “Two, please,”

“Sure!”

“Do you do Appletini’s? If not I’ll take some Amber Ale,”

“We do both! I’ll get you the Appletini,” you nod, then receive orders from everyone else. The last one to order is an older man, a smile on his face as you greet him.

“I’ll take a Mai Tai,” he says, sliding a card to you. “I’ll pay for their drinks,”

“So an open tab?” You clarify, taking the card, watching as he nods. “Any cause for celebration?”

“Just won a game. They’re looking to get smashed, I suppose. If they get rowdy, we’ll leave,”

“I appreciate that, sir. I’ll get right on that Mai Tai,” you say, taking the card to the register. There’s a small slot beside it that holds cards for open tabs, so you put the card in the slot. With everyone’s orders, you get to making them along with Jackie, your coworker.

A few drinks in for each one, except the man who you learned is named Takashi, and your feet feel worse than before. “Ugh, I’m so tired,” you whine, mixing up another Appletini. That one guy loves ‘em, so it’s all he’s ordered. You, on the other hand, are tired of picking up the apple liqueur bottle and smelling it as you pour. Your coworker hears you complaining, and lightly nudges your shoulder.

“Boss said to stop complaining when we have customers. Just because we’re out of eyesight doesn’t mean out of earshot. Plus, you’re doing this torture for a reason. I bet you’d get a hefty tip from this, too,” she winks, giving another playful nudge to your arm.

“First off, he’s not ‘boss’, he’s our manager, and secondly, I know how to whisper,” you whisper the last bit quieter than before, giving a wink before taking the Appletini and a shot of Bacardi to the front. Most of the guys are just spewing whatever nonsense comes to mind, loudly thanking you for the drinks. Jackie stays back, mostly making drinks to avoid any unwanted situations, since too much alcohol can give people wandering hands. Thankfully, none of them seem to bother with you, just a few playful compliments and an offer you refuse, the guy shrugging before cheering with his friends. Recalling their victory, you leave them to it as you bring a glass of water to Takashi, who’s spent most of the night on his phone or breaking up the start of a fight.

“Oh, thank you. I didn’t quite catch your name,” he suddenly says, bringing you off guard. After fumbling out your name, managing to not trip over your feet, you leave him to his glass as you check on the others.

Within the next few minutes, Takashi is closing the tab and rounding up the players. You say goodbye to them, waving them off as you take the tips left for you. A whopping $500 dollars in hundreds sits on the bar, so you generously decide to split it with Jackie. Clearing the money, you also find a small piece of paper wrapped inside of them. Curious, you unwrap it as Jackie comes to get some glasses.

“What’s it say?” She whispers, making you jump as you didn’t hear her. “Sorry,” she laughs, covering her mouth. “You seemed so focused, I wanted to see if I could scare you,”

“Uh, well, apparently Takashi heard us talking about money problems. He gave me an offer,” you say, awkwardly leading off as you crumple the paper again. However, she knows what you mean.

“You got yourself a sugar daddy! Oh my god, what are you gonna do?” She excitedly exclaims, holding onto your arm. Thankfully, no one else is in the bar or else they would’ve heard her exclamation.

“Well, firstly I’m not going to yell about. Secondly, I don’t know. Am I sugar baby material?” You hold out your arms, as if to present yourself. “I don’t think so,”

“You’re only thinking that because you haven’t tried it! If it doesn’t work, drop him. And if he’s a creep, call me or the police,”

“I’ll have to think about,” you finally say, getting her off your back. Sighing, you continue to clean up and prepare to close, making sure to split the tips of the night with Jackie.

Getting home that night, you decide to just text the guy, thinking maybe he meant to give it to someone else or even if it was just a misunderstanding. A small //ding comes from your phone quickly, a message from Takashi who clears up any misunderstanding and even asks if you’d like to come over tonight.

Between texting him and Jackie, you decided to go on ahead and take up his offer, Jackie knowing where you’d be going in case you called her. He didn’t even try to mention going to your apartment, thankfully, so you felt a bit more comfortable since he didn’t know where you lived. Of course, he seems nice but you’re still wary, ready to back out as your eyes land on his house. It’s more of a small mansion, rather than a large house, complete with palm trees surrounding the driveway.

You send Jackie a message before calling Takashi, seeing him come out of the house. He waves you over, telling you to come on through the phone. Reluctant, but willing, you do end up following him into the house to see it’s just as fancy on the inside. “Make yourself comfortable, please,” he offers, then stops you. “Shoes,”

Looking down, you notice his shoes are at the door, so you follow the example and place them at the entrance. Walking around, Takashi leads you through his home as he tells you about them. “This is the living room, with access to the pool, if you wanted to go swimming,”

“Oh! That’s pretty cool, actually. Do you host game days here? I see that you have a lot of game trophies,”

“Well, I’m proud each time my team wins, so I usually keep the awards and trophies that aren’t given to each player, so nobody fights over who gets them. They sometimes come over here, but usually one of the members hosts a party for everyone to attend,” he explains, you nodding along. Despite not having much knowledge with sport days, having parties for them even, you did manage to understand most of what he said. Continuing around his house, the last stop is the bedroom. A king-sized bed in a room with space, definitely something to envy. Feeling hands on your shoulder, you turn to look back at Takashi. “Anything on your mind?”

“Well, yeah, actually,” you clear your throat, looking away for a moment. “I’m completely inexperienced in these things, so I’m a bit nervous.” You expect him to brush it off, maybe even poke fun at you, but he just gives you a gentle smile and nods.

“If you’re too nervous, we can just explore each other’s bodies. So you can get used to it. Or perhaps you’d prefer to go at your own pace?”

“N-No, I’m okay with.. doing it, I just need some guidance, I suppose,”

“I’m actually quite good at helping others, so I’m the best one to teach you,” he whispers the last bit, making you shudder as he spins you around, pressing his lips to yours. You let him kiss you, hands moving up to his shoulders as his move to your hips. Easing you back, you follow his footsteps until your legs are hitting the bed. Sitting down on the bed, Takashi tells you to lay back, against the pillows, so you do, making yourself comfortable against them. Prepared for the night, Takashi turns off the main light, letting a soft glow from the moon and a dim lamp be the only light in the room. “To make you more comfortable, unless you’d prefer lights on?”

“Perhaps another time, dim lighting is fine,” you say, watching as he pulls out two things from a drawer. One you recognize as a condom, but the other is a medium-sized bottle.

“We’ll take it nice and slow, I promise,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple. A sweet sentiment, you think, as his hands slide under your shirt, pulling it off in a single tug, his lips pressing to your skin. Gentle and slow, he doesn’t rush, making sure his lips press to each expanse of skin, his hands sliding down your arms until they find yours, clasping together. One of his hands leaves, running down your side as breathless sighs leave you, head pressing into the pillows as he brings his lips down your chest, up to your navel where he stops.

His hands move to your jeans and easily undo them, tugging them down and off along with your boxers. Completely bare before him, your legs move up in embarrassment as your hands find themselves resting on your chest, looking away from Takashi. He doesn’t seem to mind your embarrassment, shuffling down until his face is right against your cock. With no warnings, he presses his tongue to the side, feeling you jerk as you moan, arms moving to cover your face. He continues, adding in kisses along with his lips to the side of your cock, making you nice and hard as he does so. Eventually, he’s running his tongue over your slit before wrapping his lips around the head, making your back arch as you groan, eyes rolling back. He doesn’t keep his lips there for long, going back to pressing kisses down your cock until he reaches your balls. His hand makes sure to pump your cock, wet and sticky from his spit and your precum, keeping his lips and tongue servicing your balls. He makes sure to keep one hand on your thigh, but your other legs tightens around his head with each slurp and kiss he gives you.

Pulling himself off of you, he looks down at you and calls your name. Peeking from your arms, you see him smile as he picks up your legs from under your knees. “Can you hold these up? Keep yourself nice and spread for me,” he winks, making your cock throb as you numbly nod. Freeing your face of your arms, you hold your legs close to your chest as Takashi dives back in to servicing your cock, hands free to pump your cock as he sucks on your balls. Watching him between your legs has you moaning with each lick, suck, and kiss he gives you. Throwing your head back as you grip your legs tighter, you can only feel as his tongue slides from your balls to the tip of your cock, swirling around the head before going back down. With one hand on your cock, he keeps another on your ass as his mouth moves lower, past your balls and onto your puckered rim. A strangled moan leaves your throat as he wiggles his tongue into you, pressing his lips to the outer rim as he shallowly tongue-fucks you.

The sensation of his hand squeezing and pumping your wet cock as his tongue doing wonders has stars popping from behind your eyes, back arching as nails dig into your skin. He doesn’t stop pleasing you, helping you ride out your orgasm as milky fluid splashed across your abdomen and his bedsheets, dribbling between his fingers. A few more strangled groans leave your throat, heavy pants mingled between as Takashi removes his tongue from you and laps at your cum coating his hand. “How was it?” He asks you, patiently waiting for your answer as he touches the puddle of cum beside you.

“Fuck,” is your only sensible answer, closing your eyes as exhaustion washes over you. Takashi seems satisfied enough with your answer, getting off the bed. You think it’s over, but you look over to see him undressing himself, sliding off his boxers to see his hard cock as your own cock twitches. He goes over to his dresser, picking up the condom and bottle from earlier. He then turns back to you, crawling on the bed.

“Let’s get you into a more comfortable position,” his voice is still gentle, encouraging, as his hands guide you to move. Your legs and arms ache from holding one position for too long, but you manage to get on all fours as he moves behind you. “I’ll take it nice and slow, so you gotta tell me what you want, okay?”

With a nod, he gets to work. His spit isn’t enough to properly prepare you, so the bottle opens as he pours a bit of the liquid in his hands. Rubbing it between them, warming it up, he then rubs his hands over your ass, bringing two fingers to your entrance and pushing them in. You eagerly accept them, a low moan as your hips move back, but his other hand keeps you steady. He’s just spreading you out right now, fingers pressing to your walls as he moves them in and out. He’s in no rush, continuing to use the two fingers while you let out breathless moans under him.

With your approval, he adds in a third finger, rubbing his middle finger against your prostate as his other hand massages the skin of your ass and hip, making sure you’re calm. You’re face down in the pillows, muffling your moans as he continues to ease his fingers into you. Occasionally, he adds more lube, completely drenching your hole with it as he fucks his fingers into you. When you ask for more, he gives it, moving his fingers faster as he makes sure to rub against your sensitive spot, your back arching from the pleasure. Your cock is aching for release once more, the only friction it getting is from the occasional rub against the sticky mattress. A sharp moan has him removing his fingers, a whine that surprises you leaving your throat as you look back at him.

“Seems someone’s eager. Not feeling so shy now, huh?” He smirks, bringing his hand to grip your face. Leaning down, he presses his lips to yours once more as you rub your ass back on his cock, moaning into the kiss. He breaks it, moving back as you ready for him to enter you. “Are you ready?” A nod doesn’t satisfy him, as he encourages you to use your words.

“I’m ready,” you pause, swallowing a lump in your throat, “for your cock,” you finish, adding in an arch to your back as he grins, giving you a wink. He takes a moment, rolling on the condom before he slathers himself in lube. He applies a bit more to your entrance, running his finger over the rim before he pushes in, shushing you gently as your hands tighten in the bedsheets. It’s a painful stretch, but it’s bearable as he fully enters, your walls constricting around him as he does. He groans, a sound that’s low and deep in your ear before he finally stops, bottoming out. Moving a hand to your stomach, he runs his hand down to your cock, giving it some more attention. “God, Takashi, please move,”

“As you wish,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the dip in your back before giving you a soft thrust. It’s just enough to have your eyes rolling, moan spilling from your lips. His hand just squeezes your cock, giving you stimulation that equals what your walls give to his own cock. Some more soft thrusts that are slow and shallow, making you bite your lip as you move your ass back against him, eager for more. When he doesn’t get the hint, you use your words to get him moving faster, harder, sharper.

Each thrust after that has you practically lurching as you see stars. Each drag of his cock against your walls brings you closer to pleasure, eyes screwing shut as your mouth hangs open in a silent scream, feeling your cock pulse in his hand before cum splatters across the bed under you. A blurry vision adds to the depravity of the situation, your head thrown back as your mouth hangs open, drool spilling from the corner of your lips as you can only ride out your orgasm. “You’re doing so well,” Takashi praises, more gleeful kisses to your back as he slams his hips against your ass. He hardly sounds out of breath, soft pants as he continues to drill himself into you. It’s so much, his cock splitting you open that has you seeing stars and feeling absolutely full, your cock is still hard and twitching. It aches so much, you feel tears in your eyes because of it. Each squeeze of his hand brings you closer to another orgasm, strangled groans leaving your lips while soft ones leave his. He holds himself back just enough, letting your own noises fill the room.

Another orgasm washes over you when he brings his free hand up to tweak at your nipple, rolling the bud between his fingers while your whole body twitches from the stimulation. Thankfully, he’s close behind you as he lets out a loud moan, hands removing themselves from your chest and cock, bringing your hips to his as he ruts up into you once, twice, then fills the condom up. A moment passes while he stays inside you, catching his breath as you catch yours. When he pulls out, you moan from the empty feeling, your ass gaping as it clenches around nothing. He leaves the bed temporarily, coming back and picking you up.

Sensitive to every touch, he’s gentle with you as he wipes you down in the bathroom. You decline a bath, too exhausted to want to bother with such a thing, but you’re in no way able to drive home. He lets you stay the night, changing his bedsheets while you let Jackie know you’re okay and you’ll be late to work tomorrow morning. With clean bedsheets, a warm comfort around you, you completely forgot about the arrangement. It’s okay, there’s a check in your bag so you won’t forget it tomorrow.

Oikawa was quickly out, Iwaizumi and Matsukawa’s scent stronger and more powerful than his. Essentially benched until further notice, he crawls over to Hanamaki to delve into some pleasure. Hanamaki’s eyes flicker from the two Alphas to Oikawa, his tongue flicking out against his hot skin as his eyes focused on the Omega beneath him. He wouldn’t dare try to scuffle with the other two right now, with Matsukawa holding Iwaizumi down and rutting against him, cock hard and leaking with precum. No, he’ll just have a taste.

Tracing his tongue across Hanamaki’s skin, Oikawa presses kisses to supple flesh, occasionally dragging his teeth across it. It’s only a moment until Oikawa’s lips are removed from Hanamaki’s skin, sucking on the tip of his cock as a tongue flicks over the slit. It’s erotic to watch, Oikawa keeping his eyes on his while putting his mouth to good use. Even in his rut, his mouth seems to be running. With his tongue, Oikawa is definitely a force to be reckoned with. Open mouth kisses are pressed to the side of Hanamaki’s cock, Oikawa moving down to Hanamaki’s hole. A sweet taste for Oikawa, his tongue flattens against the skin, his hands keeping Hanamaki spread while lips and a tongue tease his hole.

Oikawa makes quick work of Hanamaki, one hand moving from his inner thigh to his cock, wrapping around it and brushing his thumb over the slit. With a loud pop, Oikawa removes himself only to put Hanamaki in his mouth, cleaning the mess he made. It’s only then do Iwaizumi and Matsukawa seemed to have sorted out their differences, Iwaizumi sporting new marks upon his skin. Dark blotches where Matsukawa dug too deep or where his teeth got ahead of himself. Red and pink marks litter his neck and shoulders, moving as his muscles flex under skin while he crawls to Oikawa.

Matsukawa has less marks on him, the most of them on his chest while he holds none that are too dark. It shows a clear winner — Matsukawa. Iwaizumi nudges Oikawa out of the way, practically growling at him as he pushes him to the ground, effectively putting Oikawa in his place. Hanamaki’s slick will make it easier for them, but it still proves Oikawa got ahead of himself. Moving out of Matsukawa’s way, the two of them position themselves near Hanamaki’s head.

Matsukawa turns Hanamaki over, putting his ass in the air while his cheek is pressed against the fabric of the nest. It’s tasteful, a cherry ready to be picked and on display for an Alpha ready to feast. Iwaizumi makes sure Hanamaki doesn’t forget about him, fingers digging into the Omega’s hair and bringing his head next to Iwaizumi’s hard cock, eager for attention. Oikawa whines, moving closer to rub against Iwaizumi, desperate for his own attention. Hanamaki is so focused on using his hands to rub the two Alphas’ dicks, he forgets about Matsukawa.

At least, until he feels a finger enter him.

Hanamaki arches his back, moving his ass closer to Matsukawa and the finger is joined by another, gently stretching him out. Despite the slick dripping from his hole, the sloppy sounds of it like an engine in his ear, Matsukawa refuses to give into his instincts until he’s 100% sure Hanamaki is prepared.

With Hanamaki’s mouth opened, moaning as he feels another finger enter him, Iwaizumi takes the opportunity to move Hanamaki’s mouth onto his cock. Iwaizumi doesn’t force his head down all the way, keeping the knot out of his mouth. Hanamaki continues to pump Oikawa’s hard cock, shallowing bobbing his head on Iwaizumi’s, all while Iwaizumi presses his lips to Oikawa’s, keeping them both entertained.

Matsukawa rests a large hand on Hanamaki’s rear, a small warning of what’s to come. The fingers are removed, but something else pushes into Hanamaki, the stretch more unbearable than the three fingers. Long and hard, Matsukawa pushes his cock all the way into Hanamaki but leaves the knot out. After all, his is quite large.

Hanamaki’s moans add vibration to Iwaizumi’s cock, the Alpha groaning at the feeling. Fingers tighten in pink locks, Iwaizumi not forgetting about his hand and the control he has over Hanamaki. Matsukawa starts his thrusts, leaning over Hanamaki to press kisses to his back and shoulders, trying to be gentle. It doesn’t last long, him soon picking up the pace as he growls, arms flexing with each thrust.

Iwaizumi suddenly pulls Hanamaki off of him, the Omega’s back arching even more as he feels thick, hot streams of cum cover his face. Hanamaki makes sure to keep his mouth open and his eyes closed, licking off any excess as he moans. Matsukawa takes this opportunity to grab Hanamaki’s collar, keeping him in that position as his thrusts get harder, forcing Hanamaki to use both of his hands to stabilize himself.

Oikawa and Iwaizumi don’t like that, his hands occupied while his mouth releases sweet sounding moans. Instead of ruining such a state, they paw at their own cocks, rubbing and pumping while staring at Hanamaki. His eyes are rolled back in his head, the collar digging into his throat as his mewls get more strained the harder Matsukawa goes. A few more groans, another growl, and Matsukawa’s pushing himself fully into Hanamaki, making him scream in pain and pleasure. Mouth perfectly held open, eyes rolled back in bliss and his tongue

hands out, Oikawa and Iwaizumi both come to their ends, whining and groaning as thick globs of cum land on Hanamaki’s face and a bit on the nest.

But it’s not quite over yet. Each one of the Alphas get a turn.

"Use your tongue some more, little omega. I'm sure Yūtarō would be making sweeter noises, then," Kunimi's voice comes from behind you. You obey, moving your hands to tease Yutaro's cock while your tongue darts out to tease his balls. A sharp thrust from Kunimi has you whining, moving your tongue down to his dripping hole. Kindaichi's moan has Kunimi rolling his hips, his cock rubbing against your sensitive walls the way you like it. Praises fall from Kunimi's mouth, praises to both of you that has Kindaichi blushing as he moans more, and you working your hands and mouth faster.

Each time Kunimi thrusts into your sopping entrance, he always adds a roll of his hips as he ruts against you. His knot pushes against your skin, hot and wet, but you know you won't get it until Kindaichi finishes. With a fervor in your ministrations, Kindaichi falls back against the bed, fingers grasping at the sheets as you go back to sucking his cock, fingers thrusting in and out of his hole. You can't reach too far inside him, but the way your tongue swirls around his cock as him hurling towards his own release. Sure enough, thin liquid sprays inside your mouth, dripping down your throat as his juices cover your fingers, making a mess on the bed.

Without a word, Kunimi adds pressure to your clit as ruts himself against you some more, pressing a kiss to your head. The sensations have you mewling, drool spilling from your lips as you hurl towards your own orgasm. Kunimi's knot pushing past your walls is last straw, your walls constricting around him as you squeal, pressing your nose into Kindaichi's inner thigh as you gush around Kunimi's cock. He's right there with you, hot and thick spurts of his cum coating your inner walls as he's locked with you.

It's not common for an alpha to have two omegas, but you rather like it that way.