#tw.scratching

☆ Fucks you standing up, starts with you against the wall but will pull away so he’s the only thing keeping you up fucking you in the full nelson position. Grabs your hips and lifts you up, lets gravity drop you back down on his cock.

Warnings: explicit content, 18+, size kink, strength kink, marking, scratching, links to sex position images, squirting, daddy kink, minor mirror sex, thigh grinding,

☆ When you’re riding him, his feet are planted on the bed and he’s thrusting his hips into yours. Large hands clenched on your hips bouncing you on his dick

☆ Probably no definitely gets a mirror installed on the ceiling so you can see his back muscles whilst he’s fucking you

☆ When you’re bad (or good) he makes/lets you grind on his thigh

☆ Picture it: you straddled on his thigh, knees planted in the sofa cushion on either side of his hips. Short pleated skirt barely grazing the bottom of your ass, you white pants with the pink words ‘daddy’s princess’ soaked through, wet patch forming on his jeans embarrassingly quickly

“That’s a good girl, look at that. Princess made a wet patch on daddy’s trousers”. Getting bored Steve clenches his thighs to increase the friction on your clit. You throw your head back and moan. Wanting to bully you more, the blond bounces his leg just to see the fat tears drip from your waterline. Black trails run down your cheeks but you don't dare stop in your grinding motion. Eventually, Steve takes pity on you and coos that you’re too dumb to get yourself off with his thigh on your own and grabs your hips to control your rhythm. When Steve wants to hear you whine, he pushes down on your hips and grinds you a little harder. To an untrained ear, your hiccupy moans would seem like you're not enjoying the rough handling but the way your juices explode out of you, drenching the material of the chair and dripping down to darken the carpet, the fabric straining to cover Steve's muscular thighs already soaked through, is an indication of how much you enjoy it.

☆ Loves loves loves when you grip his shoulder/biceps to hold on. If you dig your fingernails into the skin oof he will flip you over and make you squirt on his dick

☆ Loves it when you mark him but no visible hickeys- he's still America's golden boy. Adores when you drag your fingernails down his back so the next day can hear all the hushed comments on the 10 red lines running parallel to each other down his back. Steve can’t stop smirking as he changes

☆ Will let out the whiniest fucking keen if you leave a love bite on the ‘v’ of his adonis belt like imagine being on your knees biting his flesh and you look up this sculpted Adonis of a man to see his blue eyes hidden behind his eyelids, head tipped down and plump lips open to let out the such a sexily pitched noise. You gush at the power you suddenly have (always had) over him

☆ Sparring sessions that end with him sweeping your legs out from under you and caging you down on the mat. Hands above your head, one of Steve’s wrapped around both of your wrists. No matter how much you struggle he keeps you pinned down. Animalistic sex partly from the adrenaline coursing through the two of you and also the risk of getting caught

☆ Lingerie is destroyed partly because his hands are so big Steve can’t easily remove the delicate hooks but also because the blond can get too impatient and just rips it off. Whispers into the meat of your thighs/breasts/neck he’ll buy another set. Not as in one set matching bralette and pants but the entire collection and in all the colour options.

☆The lap dance position/full nelson but Steve’s sat down with his forearms hooked around the backs of your knees and spreads your legs. He pushes your knees till touching they’re touching your shoulders and fucks up into you. Probably wraps one hand around your neck. If you’re un/lucky, one hand will slide down and rub figures of 8's onto your clit until you’re too overstimulated to babble anything greater than 3 words. You cannot move in that position at all, it’s Steve letting out all his anger and frustrations on your body

☆ Italian chandelier position but you don’t need to do anything to hold your weight, Steve does it, a hand on the small of your back all he needs to keep your lower body up

Other positions he uses to show his strength to fuck you:

Asian Cow

Apollo

Elephant

Descent

Flying Dutchman

Hood (Steve would spend all night going down on you)

Lace but also standing 69

Prison Guard

You walk into your shared apartment, a sigh of relief escaping your lips at finally being home. Your lectures had been long and work had been tiring. All you want is to watch a, preferably Disney, film; snuggle with your boyfriends and have some food. Speaking of boyfriends, you scan the small flat you three rented, hand on the wall to keep balance as you toe off your shoes. You don't see either Iwaizumi or Oikawa and you pout a little. Once your shoes are neatly on the shoe rack, you head over to the kitchen to pour a drink but you freeze as you pass the sofa, your ears picking up a faint noise. You abruptly change course and march to your bedroom. The closer you get, the louder the moans become and you have more than a faint idea what's happening behind the closed door. The doorknob is cold as your hand wraps around it, wrist rotating to open the door and peek into the room.

Sure enough, both of your boyfriends are naked on the bed. Oikawa is on his back, both arms above his head, held there by one of Iwaizumi's. The setter's back is arched and his head is tipped back onto the mattress in pleasure, mouth open to let out another moan as Iwaizumi thrusts deep inside of him. You can just about make out the tear tracks along his cheeks. The smaller male is leaning over him his other hand gripping Oikawa's left hip tight. It slides down to cup one of the two muscular thighs that are wrapped around his waist, pulling it higher so he can watch his hard dick disappear into Oikawa's hole.

"Huh, seemed you couldn't wait for me." You alert them to your presence, leaning on the doorframe as you watch Iwaizumi fuck Oikawa. The setter jumps at your voice, head turning so he can speak to you. A high keen falls out of his plump lips instead as the man on top directly hits his prostate. Iwaizumi grins at you and you're fairly certain he had known you were there.

"(N-Name)-chan," Oikawa pants, words slurring as Iwaziumi continues to pound into him. The sight of his blissed-out face is enough to make you bite your lip, your pants beginning to get damp. Your eyes rake over his chest, seeing the multiple love bites and hickeys that your lover had left on him.

"You joining us or not?" Iwaizumi asks, like he isn't also fucking the daylights out of Oikawa. The setter whines as Iwaizumi slows down. The man tuts and rolls his green eyes. "So needy," he tells the male underneath him before his eyes turn to you. You've pushed off the doorframe and are making your way over to the hot males. He smirks, eyes roving up and down your body and tells you in a husky voice, "strip."

You tear your clothes off as quickly as possible, not trying to make it in any way sexy. The small flame of arousal that had been ignited at the sight of them had grown into an overwhelming need to have something in you. Once on the bed, Iwaziumi lets go of Oikawa's arms so he could grip both of his hips instead; you throw a leg over Oikawa's waist so you're straddling him. The setter looks up at you with tears in his gorgeous brown eyes and whimpers at the sight of you. You send him a soft smile and leans down, your hair falling around the two of you in a curtain. You're quick to press a kiss on his lips. They've swollen from him biting them to keep the noises in. Both of your hands slide up his chest to cup his jaw as you kiss him. Oikawa's mouth opens almost immediately and your tongue slips into his mouth. The kiss soon becomes sloppy and you hear Iwaizumi groan from behind you at the sounds of your open-mouthed kiss. He's shallowly thrusting into Oikawa, wanting to partly tease the man and also watch you two make out. It wasn't a well-kept secret he loved watching you two do anything from kiss to fuck.

You pull away, nipping Oikawa's bottom lip and then trail your lips down his neck. The right side has fewer marks on it and you proceed to gently bite the skin, tongue soothing the skin after each one. Your hands softly move down- you smile when you hear Oikawa giggle at the ticklish feeling- your left hand resting on his front so that your fingertips just skim his collarbone whilst the right pinches his nipple. Oikawa bucks into the touch, a low whine coming from his lips. You raise your head from sucking a hickey into the column of his neck and notice that his hands haven't moved from where Iwaizumi must have placed them earlier. Long fingers curl into the mattress cover, the duvet having been kicked down to the bottom of the bed before you arrived.

"You can touch me, Tooru," you whisper. Before the permission completely leaves your lips, his hands snap down to clench into your hips, long fingers digging into the fleshy tops of your buttcheeks. You moan at how large his hands are and over the fact that there will most likely be bruises there tomorrow. You feel Iwaizumi press his chest against your back and you almost groan, loving the feel of his muscles against your golden skin as

Iwaizumi pulls you into an aggressive kiss, his mouth claiming yours easily. All you can do is whine, your right hand reaching out to snag the hair at the back of his head and press him closer to you as you let him dominate the kiss. He pulls off, eyes scanning your neck for a second before his head descends and he places a harsh bite on his chosen spot. He presses a quick kiss on it and then moves to add another mark.

Oikawa writhes under your thighs, wanting one of you to give him something. Iwaizumi hasn't stopped his small thrusts but it is not enough to give him much pleasure nor are your bites and he can feel himself slowly drifting away from the edge that the other male had brought him to. The setter's eyes are glossy, lips open and panting as he bucks up. Your fingers glide down his abs to his waist, your fingernails scratching him a little. Oikawa jerks at the pleasurable pain and you wear a smirk as you watch ten red lines appear on his flesh; your smirk falls though when the male behind you trails his hand up your side to cup your breast. He squeezes it and you let your head fall back onto his broad shoulder, eyes falling closed as he pinches your nipple.

"(N-Name)... Ha-Hajime... Please," Oikawa whines. You turn your head to Iwaizumi, breath hitching as his teeth lightly nip at the area where your neck joins your shoulder.

"What do you think? Should we let him cum?" You ask Iwaizumi, voice dropping into a purr. The man hums into your skin and you would smile at the ticklish sensation but your attention is drawn to Oikawa who is rutting up, the tip of his dick rubbing against the curve of your butt. Your right hand falls from the back of Iwaizumi's head to just above Oikawa's hip to help you balance whilst your left hand drops behind you to take his erection in your hand. Your thumb smears the bead of pre-come that leaks out of his slit and you begin to jerk him off. Oikawa keens at the pleasure but it's cut off when the muscular man behind you wraps his larger hand over yours and stills your movement.

"(Name), please. Please. Just.. gah," Oikawa begs. A small bottle is placed into your hand and you glance over your shoulder to see that it's lube. Your eyes flick to Iwaizumi and he grins encouragingly at you. You shuffle a bit, hushing Oikawa who's lost the ability to speak coherently now, and rise a little. One finger flicks the bottle open and you manage to a bit clumsily drizzle it onto your first three fingers. A huff escapes your mouth as Iwaizumi drops the hand that had been squeezing your breast so that he can hold onto both of Oikawa's hips. It's through your knees, that bracket Oikawa's sides, that you feel Iwaizumi begin to fuck Oikawa again as the body beneath you moves at the force behind each thrust. A lubed finger slides easily into your pussy. You're aroused enough that there's no resistance for the first two fingers but there's a slight burn when you slip the third finger in. Normally it's you in Oikawa's place so your thinner, smaller fingers don't give you the same stretch or pleasure as the two volleyball players manage without fail to give you. You know from experience you need some prep before you take either one's dick and this is especially true now since you haven't had much foreplay but you're too impatient to wait much longer. Oikawa's not the only one who likes his sex with a slice of pain.

Iwaizumi is quick to grab your hip to still you as you raise to kneel, about to sink down on Oikawa and bury him to the hilt in your pussy. Both you and Oikawa groan at him. He glares at you and you shut up. The man lets go and grabs the lube, pouring a generous amount over Oikawa's dick. The man bucks into his fist as Iwaizumi makes sure he is slick enough for you and to reprimand him, the spiker squeezes the base of his cock. It has a grumble tumbling out of the pretty male's lips but he settles down. You discreetly roll your eyes at Iwaizumi's actions, not wanting him to see and punish you; he was always the responsible one during sex. Thankfully he doesn't stop you when you hold Oikawa's cock and guide it into you. Your breath leaves in a drawn-out sigh as you lower yourself until you're resting on Oikawa's lap. His hands squeeze your hips again but he doesn't take control and bounce you up and down on his cock as he'd usually do.

It doesn't take too long before you and Iwaizumi find a pace that works, him thrusting in every time you raise. Judging by the way Oikawa's gasps and mewls increase in frequency, it is a good rhythm. His eyes are half closed like he's not sure if he wants to close them fully and revel in the pleasure he's finally being given or keep them open to watch you pleasure yourself on his cock. To him, you look like a Goddess, each breath coming out in a short pant; your tanned breasts bouncing and sweat dripping down your body. His fingers clutch at your hips and he jerks up, seeking

Placing more weight on your left palm, the fingers of your right hand curl into his hair and push him forcefully into your cunt. The pleased moan he gives sends vibrations along your wet lips and you tug him up by the hair so he concentrates on your clit. His expert tongue soon has you moaning loudly, alternating from rapidly flicking your clit to slowly circling it, all the while the two long fingers in you continue to thrust and curl, massaging your g spot and sending bursts of pleasure through your body. Slightly precariously, you shove your second hand into his hair and try and pull him even closer to you. His mouth encloses your clit and sucks simultaneously sliding a third finger into your cunt. You moan in delight at the stretch and begin to move your hips, feeling yourself beginning to peak. Oikawa renews his efforts at sloppily eating you out. His tongue paired with his fingers are a gift like no other and, with the combined clit and g spot stimulation, you orgasm with a wail.

Oikawa doesn't stop his tongue from flicking your clit and while his fingers remain buried in you, they don't move. Your pelvis spasms at the aftershocks of your orgasm, made even stronger from the small break you had had after Oikawa came. He slurps up all your juices and it's only when the pleasure dips too much into being painful that you finally pull him up from between your thighs. He darts up and places his lips against yours. Your head tilts instinctively as you lick his lips, not caring that his lips are shiny from your fluids. Your hands wrap around his shoulders as your tongue meets with his in his mouth. You pull him closer wanting to taste the combined flavours of you and him. The taste lingers only slightly but it's enough to have you moan.

"Alright, you two." You pull away from Oikawa as Iwaizumi finally make his way back to you. He has at least two, perhaps three, wet clothes in his hand. You're unable to reach out and grab one as Oikawa takes that time to bury his face into your chest. Automatically you wrap your arms around his head, dragging your nails along his scalp and coo down at him. His arms loop around your waist, back arched in order to lay on his legs with his face in your chest. To save him from the back pain he will undoubtedly have if he continued to stay in that position, you roll over, managing to take him with you. Once on your sides, he snuggles into you more, moving down a little so he can press his head against your stomach. Whenever he comes down from subspace, Oikawa preferred the softness of a female over the hard body of Iwaizumi. Your hands never stop carding through his hair as you try your hardest to comfort him and make him feel safe. Iwaizumi kneels on the bed and begins to clean Oikawa. He looks up at you but you shake your head, not wanting Oikawa to feel trapped if Iwaizumi decided to lean over him to clean you.

You stay like that for a while, Iwaizumi sitting behind Oikawa whilst he curls up to you. You know when he begins to resurface as he flops back up to rest his head on your chest. His eyes stay close as he peacefully breathes. It's when his fingers begin to trail up and down your back, getting dangerously close to the beginning of your butt, that you know he's out of his submissive headspace. You pull back but his arms lock, preventing you from leaving. You sigh and give up, looking up to Iwaizumi instead.

"So, what happened to him?" You ask, a curl of anger clinging to your voice. You can be extremely protective of Oikawa, especially when he goes into his subspace as it is when he feels the most vulnerable. Having dated the male for such a long time, you know he tends to fall into the need to be absolutely wrecked when he begins to doubt his skills. It normally happens when someone insults him and his insecurities boil over. It's something that you try your hardest not to happen. You love Oikawa and don't want him to feel insecure at all.

"Nothing," Iwaizumi tells you fondly, look down at Oikawa with a rare smile. "He just needed to let off some pent-up steam."

"You'd make a good domme, (Name)-chan," Oikawa tells you, looking up from where his head rested. You pull a face at that, which has both males laughing.

"I'd rather walk a mile on lego than be a domme," you confess. The only reason you had been able to do what you had done with Oikawa was because you had known what he would have wanted, having often been in his place. Oikawa chuckles, burying his face into your breast as a yawn overtakes him. Iwaizumi takes it as a sign that he's finished coming down and crawls so he can drape his body along Oikawa's. The brunet whines as his childhood friend pulls him up the bed with his strong arms (it has both of you swooning) so he no longer has his head in your chest. You wiggle closer to the two, arm draping across Oikawa's side to rest on Iwazumi's side.

Your lungs began to burn, a sure sign that you had to stop kissing. You pulled back and exhaled the breath you had been holding, Zoro darting forward to press another kiss to your lips. His hands trailed up your sides, dragging your top further up. Your hands locked behind his neck as you pulled him down for another kiss, your lips quickly parting to dance with his tongue. Zoro's big hands cupped your breasts, squeezing them through the material of your clothes. He soon got bored of feeling them through your clothing and stripped you of your top and your bra. The cold air made your nipples begin to perk, Zoro's hands warming the chilled skin.

He descended to kiss you again. The sound of kissing and moaning filled the room, every so often he would squeeze the flesh in his hands, his fingers tracing your nipples and pinching them. Your hips bucked into his every time he did it, rubbing your dripping cunt against the noticeable tent in his trousers, making you both groan in pleasure. Zoro trailed his lips from your lips, kissing your skin as he went down to your neck. He nipped the skin gently, soothing it with tongue immediately afterwards. If you weren't so distracted you would wonder how he got so talented with that mouth. Your fingers curled into his green hair, nails scratching his scalp in encouragement. Zoro sucked your skin, a mark quickly forming. The swordsman placed a few more hickeys on your neck of varying sizes. Satisfied with the marks, he moved down, placing a love bite on your collar bone.

His mouth wrapped around one of your nipples and you arched into him again, clutching his head to your chest. Zoro grazed his teeth against your bud and you whined, tossing your head back in pleasure. You could feel his smirk on your flesh but you were too busy rubbing yourself shamelessly on him to care. Your legs wrapped around his hips, your ankles crisscrossing and resting on his back. A light bite above your nipple had your legs tightening. Zoro kissed his way to your other breast placing little bites as he made his way to your nipple. You keened as he sucked your nipple into your mouth, sucking it then soothing it. He placed another love bite on the other side of your boob and you moaned, lost in the pleasure he was giving to you.

Zoro pulled back and you whined at the loss of contact until Zoro grabbed his top and in one motion shed his shirt, throwing it to the side. You took in his abs, unconsciously licking your lips and reached out with a hand beginning to trace his abs, feeling the muscle twitch underneath his skin at your feather-light caress. You pushed Zoro back so he was laying on the bed and straddled his hips. You smirked down at him, grinding your sex into his. Zoro grinned up at you, one hand reaching up to slide along your side and splay his fingers on your back to pull you down to kiss him. This time, you took charge, placing two hands on his face as your tongue traced his bottom lip. His lips open and you let your tongue glide in, tilting your head to get a better angle as your tongues began to swirl around each other. Zoro's hands rested on your hips squeezing them hard enough you were sure you were going to have bruises tomorrow.

Your nails raked down his naked chest and a deep groan rumbled out from him, closing his eyes. Smirking at this new sight, you began to bite his neck, not being particularly gentle with it. Zoro thrusted up, rewarding you with pleasurable friction. Your eyes rolled closed as you ground down on him but opened again when you realised you were supposed to be in charge. You bit his right pectoral in retaliation, your teeth scraping his skin as you dug your nails further into his skin. A loud groan left Zoro's lips and you felt a proud sense of achievement.

You shuffled down until you could reach the buckle of his black trousers, quickly undoing it and dragging his trousers down. Once off you smirked down at him and ground against him again, clearly showing that you had more clothes on than him. Zoro dug his nails into the skin on your hips and you moaned again, finding the sensation was oddly pleasant. You took his boxers off and fisted his dick, pumping it experimentally a few times. You finger the slit at the top, a bead of precum leaking out. Bending down you licked it off, Zoro groaning at the sight. Without giving him any warning, you took him in your mouth, hallowing your cheeks. Zoro jerked up, making you have to pull back to stop yourself from choking on his dick.

His hand went down to tangle in your hair to guide your head. You relaxed your throat and went down as far as you could staying there for a few seconds. Your hand wrapped around the part of his dick that you couldn't reach, your fingers barely touching as you pumped him. You pulled up making sure to suck slightly harder at the top of his dick. You tongued his slit, tasting the salty precum. You began to bob your head up and down, his hand in your hair tightening as you brought him closer to orgasm. Just before he could, he pulled you off of him and smirked at you.

"As much as I want to cum all over your pretty little face, I have something else planned," he told you as he flipped you over and proceeded to pull your skirt off. Your flimsy pants didn't fare as well, Zoro deciding to just tear the drenched material instead. Judging by how wet they were you weren't sure you could wear them again. Zoro wasted no time, a finger pushing into your cunt. He went slowly, letting you get used to the feeling as he pumped it slowly in and out. When he deemed you ready he added a second one, stretching your walls. He curled them and massaged your g-spot, instantly making you shout and jolt at the pleasure dancing through you.

On their own accord, your legs wrapped around his waist again, giving him more access to your dripping hole as he added a third finger, hitting your g-spot every single time. His thumb began to circle your clit, giving you enough pleasure to send you over the edge. Your orgasm rushed through like fire, your body locking up as you rode out the waves of pleasure. Zoro shifted his fingers and aftershocks rushed through you, your hips rolling. Zoro pulled his fingers out, licking your fluid from his fingers and grinned.

"Later I'm gonna have to get you to sit on my face so I can eat you out." Those words normally would have made you blush but they just aroused you more. You pulled Zoro down and kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips as you rub your cunt on Zoro. He chuckled at your actions, smiling at how needy you were. He reached over to his bedside table and opened the middle draw, taking out a condom. Zoro ripped it open and rolled it fluidly over his dick. His hands hold your thighs, bruises already beginning to form which make you moan at the thought, and eased your legs apart slightly, giving himself more room as he lined himself up with your hole. The swordsman stayed like that hearing your desperate whimpers as you tried to move your hips to get him in you. His tip brushed along your folds, slickening the top of his dick. He just laughed at you as you whined and rolled your hips.

"Zoro, please!" You whined up to him. Zoro squeezed your thighs one last time before pushing in. You moan as he entered you, his dick filling you in the best way possible. He stayed still letting you get used to him. You rolled your hips shortly after and he pulled out, slamming back in, hitting your g-spot perfectly. Your toes curled as he began to pound into you, his hands finding purchase on your hips, creating new bruises on top of the older ones. Your fingers scrabbled along his shoulders, nails leaving red lines as he continued to thrust into you taking you higher than before.

One of his hands slid into the space between you and him and began to stimulate your clit. Your spine arched at the feelings racing through you, your breasts brushing his chest. Zoro dropped his head a bit and took a nipple in his mouth nipping it as you wailed in delight. Your legs curled around his waist, one hand clutching at his back the other in his hair. You bit into his shoulder trying to muffle your screams of pleasure. Soon it was too much for you and you orgasm again, your body shuddering at your release. Zoro continued to pound into you, thrusting harder as he rushed to reach his own completion, the fluttering of your walls helping him to orgasm. He spilt into the condom groaning at the high he felt. He rested his forehead on your shoulder, sweat dripping off and rolling down the valley in between your breasts. Zoro was tempted to lick it off, his eyes never leaving the bead as it made its way down your body, his dick twitching in you. You moaned and tried to stop panting, your hand in his hair keeping him there.

There was a silence before Zoro finally had the strength to pull out of you and dispose of the condom. When he returned to the bed, his hands slid along your legs coming to a stop at your hips. He lifted you up and you automatically wrap your legs around his waist, your cunt sliding on his toned chest. You moaned into his shoulder as your overstimulated nether regions pulse. Zoro took you into his bathroom and put the shower on. Whilst it warmed, he placed you on the sink counter, the cold helping you cool down. He kissed you again, his thumbs rubbing your hips as you kiss back, your arms resting on his broad shoulders. He pulled back as stream began to fog the mirror behind you, resting his forehead against yours as he stares into your eyes.

"Let's get you cleaned up," he says as he lifted you up again, as if you weighed nothing, and carried you to the shower. He finally set you down as he began to lather soap all over your body, massaging your body and kissing the bruises and bites he had placed on your body. Afterwards, it was your turn and you bathe him, pressing a tender kiss to every red scratch on his back, the lines starting at his shoulders and ending mid-back. Once finished washing, Zoro caged you between him and the wet tiles. He smirked down at you and pulled you closer to him, kissing you again as his hands began to creep to your clit.