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But between said abduction and your ensuing rescue by the gigantic alien robots and the spaceship they called home, you hadn't exactly had a lot of time to yourself. And after days melted into weeks and you eventually began to lose track of how long it had been since you had been plucked from Earth, you were starting to get a little… wound up.

Most days were spent in between the massive metal fingers of a robot that you were pretty sure was named Rodimus as he shuttled you from room to room and presented you to his fellow crew members like a first-grader showing off their new pet hamster. But despite the glaring communication barrier and the ever-present threat of being squashed under foot, Rodimus was very careful with you. He made sure you were safe and comfortable, never picked you up without letting you know ahead of time, and did his best to communicate simple thoughts and ideas with you through hilarious, size-difference charades. It could be a little awkward sometimes, but he was nice! It was nice.

And then, about a week ago, Rodimus accidentally made you cum so hard you almost blacked out. And you couldn't stop thinking about it.

But honestly, how were you supposed to stop thinking about it? Sure, it was an accident, (or you were pretty sure it was, at least. Giant robot charades isn't always a perfect system) but it was an accident that refused to leave your mind. When Rodimus would lay on his big slab of metal to sleep, or recharge his batteries, or whatever it was that giant robots did at bedtime, you'd be lying awake in the little habitat he'd built for you out of his desk craving the sensation of sitting on the world's best and most attentive washing machine and letting the vibrations spark stars behind your eyelids.

So maybe it was a bit stupid, and horny, and frankly desperate to search out that feeling again from a guy four times your size who could crush you in his hand like a grape if he ever wanted to. But God damn if it wouldn't be worth it.

So that's how you found yourself in the position you are now. Naked, sprawled back against the surface of the desk with one of Rodimus's massive hands cradling your upper body, and a giant finger from the other tracing up the inner curve of your thigh. He seemed almost enchanted by the way your goosebumps rippled to the surface beneath his touch, letting out a pleased, mechanical warble.

He seemed to adore your softness compared to the rigid metal of his own skin, as Rodimus liked to squish you quite a bit. Never enough to hurt, just enough to feel the warm press of your skin between the joints of his fingers and hands, or to drag a curious fingertip down your cheek. But there was a particular meekness with the way he touched you right now, like he was only just realizing how easy it would be for him to hurt you. It was painfully sweet, and if you weren't absolutely aching for something more right now you may have been content to let him continue his gentle fondling.

"C'mon, big guy." You murmured instead, resting your hand around his wrist and pulling him up closer to the apex of your thighs. He let out a soft, surprised revving sound at your boldness, glancing at your face a few times before finally pressing the top of his finger up between your thighs, lying flush against your folds. If you had to compare the sensation, you'd say the feeling of leaning a little too far forward on a motorcycle seat was similar. It was warm, rumbling, pressing up against all the right places, but not quite enough to get you anywhere you really wanted. Still, you couldn't stifle your shaky moan, and that seemed to really get him going.

"Yes?..." He all but purred, one of the few words you had actually managed to learn between the two of you. The pointed chevron of his brow seemed to quirk up a bit on one side as he glanced down at his thick finger between your legs before back up to your gaze.

"Yes. It's good, I just… want more." You knew he couldn't understand your words, but the slow roll of your hips and the slick coating of your arousal over his knuckle seemed to get the message across just fine. He rocked his finger up against you, wet with your drooling heat as the jut of the joint slid up and over your clit again, and again, and again. Still slow, yes, but almost painfully good. Your hips jerked towards the sensation and he cooed, engine rumbling louder to course vibrations up through your aching cunt.

He murmured your name, or the best that he could approximate in his echoey, mechanical trill. From the hand cradling your upper body his massive thumb slid forward, dragging along the curve of your jaw and down to the jut of your collarbone with a delicate curiosity. Panting, you let yourself melt into his touch, rolling your hips against his other hand and shuddering at every other press that seemed to hit just the right spot. Fuck, this was good. Better than good, you felt like your brain was going to melt out of your ears, molten heat pooling low in your stomach as a pleasant buzz of arousal seemed to crawl through your muscles and out to the tips of your fingers and toes. It was probably way too early to be cumming, but you'd been pent-up for far too long already and the relentless vibrations only pushed you higher and higher, a rubber band threatening to snap as you gasped and shuddered and tossed your head back against Rodimus's enormous metal palm.

It was all you could do to keep your feet from kicking out as your orgasm washed over you, the aching clench of your cunt around nothing making you whine as his fingers slowed to a lazy, comfortable stroking. You blinked blearily up at him, a look of incredibly sly pride on his face as you went limp and content in his palm.

"Fuck, Rodimus." You groaned. It startled you, the sheer volume of his engine's snarl in response to your simple, fucked-out sigh of his name. But more surprising was the sudden press of two blunt fingers against your messy hole, slippery with your own arousal as they tried to work their way into you. "W-Wait! Rodimus, fuck, it's not gonna fi-MMGH!?"

With a wet pop, the tips of his two massive fingers slipped into your still-twitching cunt, stretching you wider than you'd ever been before. Even one of his fingers was more than big enough for you, but he somehow fit two? Your entire body trembled as you flopped back, slave to the impossible stretch and press of unrelenting metal against your most sensitive spots. Whimpers and groans were forced from your body with each minute flex and press of his fingers deeper, deeper, scraping spots you could never reach with your own two hands and stuffing you so full you felt like you couldn't breathe in properly. The heat that had only just receded was building again, impossibly quick, a tingling jolt underneath your skin that made the muscles of your legs twitch and kick outside of your own control as your mind struggled between spearing yourself further on this impossible stretch or wriggling helplessly away.

He was talking again, an incomprehensible clutter of mechanized boops and whirrs that you only barely managed to process in your pleasure-drunk mind. Then, with a sudden rush of motion and swoop of your stomach with the G-force, you were cradled off of the table with his free hand and held up to his face. There was a glow to his cheeks, a bead of liquid trailing down the side of his helmet as he gazed down at you. Robots could blush? And sweat? Apparently this one could, a gush of warm heat rolling over your body as he huffed, mouth hanging slightly open. Behind his giant teeth you could see a peek of a silver-grey tongue, a rippling smooth expanse of rubber and metal-mesh that crept towards you until Rodimus dragged it oh-so-carefully up the length of your cunt.

"FUCK!" You wailed, hands scrabbling for purchase against the joints and bends of Rodimus's hand as he swept his massive tongue between your folds. He let out a low, growling groan at the taste, burying his face between your thighs as he stroked and massaged your pulsing clit with the tip of his tongue. His fingers kept working, curling up towards your stomach on each thrust as you sobbed, abandoning your grip on his hand to clutch to the yellow chevron on his brow like your life depended on it. Your head was swimming, buzzing so intensely with heat that you could barely form a thought beyond the deep, impending well of your next orgasm. It pulsed from so deeply within you, a relentless wall of pleasure rushing towards you faster than you could prepare yourself for. All you could do was cling desperately to Rodimus's brow and hold on for the ride, sobbing and gasping and shivering as it crept ever higher, warmth blossoming out from your cunt and crawling across your shaky frame as pleasure exploded behind your eyelids. You wailed his name again, barely comprehensible, as each press of his fingers forced a gush of slick from your quivering hole and spattered into his giant palm. As quickly as it came his tongue swept it gently away, fingers slowing and letting out a low, melodic hum as your wails and moans trailed off into soft, sniffly whimpers. Finally, finally, after what felt like an eternity but couldn't have been more than a minute at most, he began to lower you carefully back down onto the desk, thumb rubbing a tear from your cheek as he pulled his fingers from your puffy, overworked cunt.

He cooed your name again, cradling your body in both palms. "Good?" He murmured, warmth from his metal palms seeping directly into your sweaty skin and aching muscles. You heaved another shaky breath, unable to form words so you instead shot the giant mech a wavering thumbs-up. In any other scenario that may have been a cripplingly embarrassing response to what was possibly the best orgasm of your life, but it pulled a beaming smile to Rodimus's face regardless.

In a few minutes the tacky feel of slick and sweat and robot saliva drying on your skin would begin to border on intolerable, and you knew you'd eventually have to rise to fawn-like legs and stumble to clean yourself up. But for now you were more than happy to lay sprawled in your giant companion's grasp.

Sunstreaker rutting into your tight valve, transfluid leaking from where you two connect. His hips wetly slapping into yours. Your stomach bulging from the large spike rearranging your insides.

And you struggling to take Sideswipe's spike in your intake while your digits toy with his valve. Drool and fluid leaking down your chin, tears sliding down your face as you struggle to breathe.

"Takin' our spikes like a champ, sweetspark."

"Such a greedy valve! Keeps suckin' me in like you want me to overload early-"

Soundwave is fast in disconnecting the line, shutting the video off and telling Laserbeak to get back to base prompto.

But that leaves the decepticons in silence.

What had they just seen? Cybertronians can interface with fleshies? What nonsense! That can't be right.

It starts off as disgust, but then they start talking and realizing this has been going on for ages.

"Those twins hate humans out of every autobot, so how did a fleshy manage?" Starscream speaks, venom dripping in his voice.

"Wait...wait remember when we attacked their base to get that energy switch, and we came across them, and Prowl nearly offlined Thundercracker?"

The room falls silent again.

Every instance comes flooding back to them, ones they would have never thought twice about are all starting to make sense. The autobots always became a bit more aggressive and protective when it came to defending you.

Even Optimus Prime himself nearly offlined Rumble for getting close to you, before picking you up and placing you with Bumblebee to get to safety.

"So...are all of them with one human or just those two?" Skywarp didn't even want to know, but of course if there is some weird romance thing going on, they could probably use that to their advantage.

Megatron sighs, looking to Soundwave "Tell Laserbeak to go back and pick up more evidence, as much as I hate to say that."

The larger bot sneers, loathing the idea of seeing more.

But Soundwave and Laserbeak do as told.

The minicon avoids the area he first saw you, Sideswipe, and Sunstreaker, making an effort to thoroughly explore the other areas, making note that Prowl and Jazz seemingly take guard duty at night.

By the next day you and those twins seem to have went back inside the base, where Laserbeak couldn't reach.

"Sir, we might need to send someone to sneak inside their base."

Megatron glances at Soundwave, who doesn't look away from the screen. They both know getting inside that base will be dangerous, especially with how protective those bots are when you're involved.

"Let's hold off on that, since they seem to enjoy fragging outdoors, I'm certain we will get something else."

Soundwave nods, and continues watching as nothing interesting shows up on camera.

Starscream groans, rolling his optics not believing this is what they are up to anymore, just waiting to see some human all bare taking a spike much too big for them.

How patheic!

He could easily break your valve in, much better than those autobots!.....wait...NO! He shakes his helm, getting rid of any thoughts of you he's having.

Grumbling himself about your stupid attractiveness, you're just some stupid fleshy that's probably so soft compared to him, and no doubt your valve would struggle to take him.

But he keeps up a disgusted act, not wanting anyone to know what he's thinking.

However Thundercracker is silent, optics not leaving the screen, watching whatever Laserbeak catches on camera.

His expression looks bored, but he's freaking out inside.

He can't believe a human could actually handle interfacing with a Cybertronian, and you took two like a champ! You look so cute, pretty valve stretched so wide just to take Sunstreaker.

Greedy little thing.

He wants you, he wants to know what it's like, wants to leave here and live somewhere peacefully with you in some far off woods.

He's only here out of fear.

But he can't believe he's letting himself fall for a human he's barely met, but he can't stop his thoughts from trailing off to you, picturing you crying out begging him for more.

He wonders how your valve tastes, and if you'd like he bury his glossa in your heat.

Thundercracker is broken from his thoughts by Starscream screeching.

"Have they no shame!?"

Several optics look back at the screen, only to see you with Hot Rod.

The flashy bot clearly rushing off with you, giggling as you two go through the trees to get a peaceful spot away from base.

Faintly through Laserbeak's mic they can hear you.

"Oh, you don't know how much I missed you, little light!"

You giggle, finding all his kisses to be tickling you.

"I missed you too, Roddy. I hope your missions haven't been to exhausting." You kiss him in turn, smiling when he lets out a dopey chuckle.

"Nothing I can't manage, I just wanted to get back to you safe and sound."

"Something tells me that's not the only reason." You tease him, your poor lover gives you a pleading expression.

"I got all my work done? Missions were a success since the decepticons have been quiet, oh! And I got my reports done!"

He's shaking, nearly vibrating in place waiting for something.

But you let out a dramatic sigh, playfully shaking your head.

"I suppose since you've been such a good boy then."

You kick your pants off, tossing them to the side, before plopping yourself down on his servo, spreading your legs wide for him.

"A good boy deserves a reward, right?"

Hot Rod drools, muttering 'thank you's over and over again as he buries his glossa into your greedy hole.

Moaning with you, unable to help himself when you taste so good!

The decepticons all look at each other, then to Megatron, awaiting his orders but even he is baffled.

Just how many bots do you have after you? How many do you already have under your thumb? In the fights where he has gotten close to you, you reek of Optimus far too strongly.

So you're with him too.

Do you have the entire autobot base at your beck and call?

"Megatron, what are your orders."

Soundwave's voice shakes him if his thoughts.

"If we can get ahold of that human, we might have our answers, however I'm not even sure we can with how frag addicted those filthy autobots are."

"Seems the human is never alone either, which would make that even harder."

he introduced himself to you as miya osamu, accompanied with a crooked smile that had you weak in the knees.

“may i interest you with one of our specials? it’s on the house,” he had said, causing you to gasp and fumble with your hands, frantically replying “no! um, it’s alright, i’ll pay!”

osamu just laughed and shushed you, not minding your shocked expression. he insisted, and you would have argued with him further had he not winked at you slyly.

you’re a sucker for guys like him and it’s proven with the way the butterflies in your stomach fluttered like crazy.

since then, you’d been forgoing your packed bentos in favor of visiting your new favorite restaurant every lunch break. your cheeks burned in embarrassment when you realized that you just have a tiny crush on the handsome owner.

it went on like that for weeks, skirting around each other, sending flirty smiles and gazes, cracking jokes, and sharing little anecdotes of your life in the hopes that the other would finally make a move.

it’s your routine with osamu until it got disrupted when you finally met his brother and their...who was it? old friend?

osamu never really gave much away from his private life. he was very tight-lipped about it, but you guessed that he was just really a private person.

maybe if you had prodded further, things would’ve turned out differently.

“sweetheart! right on time, want ya to meet my scrub of a brother and uh, our very dear friend.”

it’s the first thing you hear when you open the doors into the restaurant, and your eyebrow quirks in confusion when you realize that it’s empty. funny, you didn’t see any ‘closed’ sign on the glass doors...

the pet name didn't go unnoticed, however, it never does, and osamu loves it when your cheeks flame in response to his teasing.

your attention is taken by his brother—you learned that his name is atsumu—when he bristles and frowns at osamu’s insult, immediately punching him in the arm.

“oi ‘samu! why’re ya calling me a scrub in front of the pretty lady?!”

you duck your head at his compliment, giggling at their brotherly antics when their quiet friend makes his presence known.

his hair is like osamu’s, but a couple of shades lighter and he regards you with a small smile as he raises his head in approval. you notice a dark shape protruding from his neck, is that a tattoo?

“kita, at your service,” the shorter man says, bowing his head in greeting as he keeps his clasped hands behind his back.

atsumu interrupts kita by taking your hand in his much larger and calloused one and drops a kiss on your knuckles. he’s definitely the more shameless twin.

it’s uncanny how he and osamu share the same face; the only way you can tell them apart is by their eyes and hair—atsumu’s eyes are warmer, more on the chocolate side and his hair is ash blonde and brown at the roots.

“ya already know my name, pretty,” he winks, smirking when an embarrassed expression crosses your face.

“stop harassing her, tsumu!” osamu scowls, pulling you from atsumu, cause your back to crash against his warm and firm chest.

kita watches the spectacle with thinly veiled amusement before clearing his throat and making the twins stand up straight.

somehow during their bickering, the twins sandwiched you, leaving a small amount of space in between that has your blood racing with how close and warm they feel.

“before i was so rudely interrupted by my brother, i was gonna ask if ya don’t mind tastin’ this new flavor me and kita came up with?”

osamu says in his deep voice, his large hands resting on your hips as his thumb draws slow circles on your covered skin.

“m-me? to what do i owe the pleasure?” you ask, clearly shocked at osamu’s statement. you totally miss the way atsumu’s eyes flash when you say pleasure.

“you’re a beloved patron of onigiri miya, so we want to run it by you first. besides, osamu values your opinion.”

kita finishes, and while your brain deduces that this is probably the reason the restaurant went under an impromptu closing, you feel someone discreetly sniffing your hair. you don’t have time to question it because the loud blonde pipes in.

“i value your opinion too! i know we just met but i can see why samu’s so smitten with ya,” atsumu reveals, and his brother quickly swears and punches him in the chest.

your heart swells at the idea that maybe your affections are returned; the other miya is quickly growing on you too, he’s different from his brother but it’s a good kind of different.

kita watches from the sides, silently appraising osamu’s—and by connection, atsumu’s—newest toy. you’re a pretty little thing, it’s no wonder that osamu has been so taken with you—so taken that he’s been neglecting his other duties.

such as testing the new party drugs their clan has been brewing at the basement of their compound.

like the dynamic of most twins, atsumu quickly catches on to his brother’s newest obsession; it’s why he couldn’t waste the opportunity of seeing you in the flesh and he definitely likes what he sees, you’re such a cute girl.

like osamu, he’s already had multiple fantasies of you ever since his brother showed him a picture of you sleeping. your pretty face would look so nice moaning in ecstasy and your luscious lips would look divine wrapped around his thick cock.

atsumu guesses that maybe you might need a bit of an enhancer so to speak, something to encourage you to let him and his brother have their way with you.

their lucky stars must be shining down on them because kita needs a dry run of the product, and it just so happens that the drug amplify the user’s sex drive.

so why not kill two birds with one stone?

“c’mon, i hear samu’s new onigiri flavor tastes amazing,” atsumu says, chuckling to himself as if he knows something you don’t.

osamu plants a small kiss on the crown of your head, shocking you and making you squeak. but he just smiles at you, grey eyes twinkling with mischief as he guides you by the arm towards the kitchen of his restaurant.

you miss the way he nods to kita as the older man nods back, placing his hands in his pockets before he strides towards the doors and into a waiting black car by the sidewalk.

“...she’s so fuckin’ wet, samu.”

“‘course she is. our pretty baby is a fuckin’ whore for us, ain’t she?”

their voices are a bit muffled, but you can definitely make out what they’re saying, as opposed to when you were streaming in and out of consciousness previously.

but this time, you’re finally torn from your fitful sleep because your body feels like it’s being kissed by fire.

you try to wipe your eyes to clear out the fogginess and stray tears but quickly discover that you can’t even move your hands.

“look at her buckin’ her hips against your mouth while she’s half conscious.”

that’s osamu’s voice, isn’t it? and what is he—?

“f-fuck!” you shriek, your chest heaving when you feel someone suckle your puffy clit harshly into their mouth. your body is slick with sweat, clinging to the soft and silken sheets beneath you.

you find out that the person responsible is atsumu, and the said miya is between your trembling legs, blonde hair in disarray as his tongue licks and sucks on your aching clit.

atsumu catches your eye and winks, lifting his head to blow you a kiss before returning to the task at hand. (more like at mouth.)

“finally, you’re awake, sleepyhead. didn’t expect that the drug would knock you out like that,” osamu says, more to himself than you as he sits on his haunches.

he palms your breast and his fingers give a quick pinch to your nipple, causing you to moan and buck your hips against his brother’s face. atsumu groans at your movement, and the vibrations send a shiver down your spine.

“w-what did you do to me, o-osamu?” you question him with tears in your eyes. the tears are from the pain of how hot and tingly your body feels, rather than the absolutely fucked up situation you’re slowly starting to realize you’re in.

you wail when you feel atsumu’s tongue bury inside of you, and your eyes roll back from the sheer pleasure of it all. your thighs threaten to close around the blonde’s head but his strength overpowers you.

his arms wrap around your thigh, preventing you from suffocating him as he bobs his head in a fashion that has your pussy gushing even more, causing you to gasp and moan his name brokenly.

was this the work of the drug? the fire you’re feeling in your veins and belly?

osamu tuts, displeased by how his twin brother is monopolizing your attention. he holds your chin with one hand so you can face him, while the other slowly strokes his leaking cock.

your eyes widen at his size, but you can’t help but become even more aroused at the length and girth that osamu’s carrying. it even looks more enticing when you realize that his entire left arm, as well as his shoulder, is covered with a myriad of tattoos that are all intertwined.

just who the hell are these people?

“kita-san wanted us to test out the new product. he’ll be damn well pleased to know it’s working.”

“p-product? what the hell—”

“shh, pretty girl. that’s enough talkin’. won’t you let me fuck your mouth, hmm?” osamu cuts you off by slipping his thumb between your lips, pressing down on your tongue as you struggle in your bonds.

your struggle is futile, the twins know it—you know it.

because with the way atsumu is practically making out with your pussy and combined with osamu’s saccharine words, your resolve is slowly crumbling.

it doesn’t help that the drug is finally showing its desired effects. the aphrodisiac in the onigiri osamu fed you is spreading through your bloodstream and increasing your sex drive, making you hornier and needier than you would normally be.

osamu knows it as well. a smirk graces his handsome face when he sees the pupils in your eyes practically disappear. you’re a hot mess; loud and needy whines erupt from your mouth, muffled by his thumb.

your chest is rising and falling rapidly, your breathing picking up as your hips move on their own accord. you’re riding his brother’s face and atsumu groans, slapping your thighs to show his approval.

“tsumu’s happily eatin’ your cunt, won’t you suck my cock? please?” osamu pleads, his grey eyes feigning hurt at your ignorance of his problem.

you nod vigorously as you whimper. you want, no, you need more. you need to be filled.

“open up, baby,” osamu orders as he removes his thumb, groaning when he sees a string of spit connecting his finger to your mouth. you whine when he guides his cock to you, smearing his pre-cum as he taps the tip of his cock on your cheek.

you squeak when atsumu’s teeth graze your clit, then moan long and hard when he soothes the little bite with his tongue, sucking the bud into his mouth. osamu seizes the opportunity and deftly slips his cock between your lips, and you can’t help but whine when his girth stretches your lips to the point where it aches.

osamu shivers when the vibrations from your moan go straight to his cock. he barely gives you a few moments to prepare yourself before his fingers tug at your hair and shoves his entire length in your mouth.

your squeal gets muffled, gagging as tears spring into your eyes at the sudden intrusion. but you find it so arousing that your mouth is being used as a cocksleeve. your arms struggle against the silk cloth tied around your wrists but not because you want to push the twins away.

rather, you want to run your shaking hand down osamu’s abs, and through atsumu’s soft blonde strands. you just want to touch them like how they’re touching you.

osamu moans when his cock reaches the back of your throat, his other arm holding the headboard as he pulls his hips back to thrust into your mouth. his grip on your hair tightens as he controls the movements of your head, his lips parting as he watches the tears mix with the drool that’s seeping from your mouth.

you’re making an even bigger mess of his cock and you can’t control your cries of pleasure either—though it’s all garbled—because atsumu pushes your legs up to your chest, holding your thighs as the folds of your pussy squeeze together.

from what you can gather through the mess of limbs and your blurry vision, atsumu’s right arm is moving rapidly with his hand wrapped around his cock as he jerks off with a speed equal to osamu’s thrusts in your mouth.

another notable thing about his arm is that it seems like it’s parallel to osamu’s tattoos; the entire sleeve, along with his shoulder as well, are covered with the black ink but your thought gets derailed quickly by the fact that atsumu is a savage pussy eater, uncaring of the sounds or mess he’s making.

whatever they’re doing, it doesn’t change the fact that both twins are on a mission; one’s determined to take pleasure from you and the other one is determined to make you cum all over his mouth.

“fuck yeah, that’s a good slut, letting me fuck her mouth,” osamu hisses as the headboard creaks beneath his tight grip. his grey eyes flutter as you choke and gag all over his dick, his fingers tightening in your hair as the vibrations from your mouth increase in intensity.

his abs clench and balls tighten from his incoming orgasm, eyebrows furrowing when his twin gets even louder and messier where he’s eating your slutty cunt. there’s practically a puddle where atsumu’s eating you and your slick is smeared across the back of your thighs and crevice of your ass.

eyes even blurrier through the cascading tears, it seems like your body is only getting hotter the nearer you get to your orgasm. your clit is throbbing and painful from atsumu’s ministrations, your lower stomach tightening until the spring threatens to snap.

osamu’s cock thrusting in your mouth feels so good too, you feel like you’re about to burst with all the pleasure you’re feeling—just a few more thrusts, a few more slurps, and suckling—

“fuck i’m gonna cum!” osamu groans, cutting your train of thought as you feel atsumu’s moan rumble against your pussy. all three of you cum together, the cries of your pleasure bouncing against the walls of the room as your body stiffens then shakes as the fire in your veins stretch throughout your sweaty form.

“fuckin’ shit, yeah take my cum baby, that’s a good slut, c’mon swallow it.” osamu says through gritted teeth, jaw clenching as he empties his load down your throat. there’s so much cum that it spills around the sides of your lips, leaving a white ring around his cock as tears stream down your face.

atsumu’s too busy smearing his release all over your throbbing pussy, spreading the white strings between your folds and teasing your clit with his continuously leaking tip as he lets out a couple of groaned expletives.

“want me to paint your face with my cum?”

your eyes flutter at osamu’s question, the grey-haired twin getting an idea as he watches his brother make his mark on you with his leaking cock. your shiny eyes look pathetic, wide, and pleading to get branded by osamu’s cum. he moans at how slutty and needy you look, pulling his still hard cock out of your overused mouth.

he bites his lower lip as he presses the tip of his dick on your face, watching intently as droplets of white mark your sweaty cheek. fuck, if this isn’t an explicit sign that he, and begrudgingly his brother, have ownership over you, then he doesn’t know what is.

“fuckin’ slutty bitch, wish you could see how messy your face is.” atsumu croons, brown eyes watching with glee as his brother smears his cum over your pretty face.

“shit, haven’t jerked off like that since i was a teenager,” atsumu quips to himself as he winces at how sensitive his cock feels. his balls are still so heavy, the only way he’ll feel satisfied is if he empties himself inside your cunt.

“you got a real good pussy on ya, princess.”

you whine, jerking against your bonds when atsumu slaps your hypersensitive pussy, whimpering pathetically as more slick gushes out of you. you can’t control the way your hips involuntarily roll against the air, searching for something to fill you up with. your body is still burning from the aphrodisiac and even though atsumu is talented with his mouth—you need more.

“look at her samu, still horny as fuck. want your other holes to be filled that badly, huh?” atsumu teases, giving your pussy a few more slaps. the bed sinks underneath his weight, brown eyes piercing through you. “good thing me and samu are good guys. don’t worry, you’ll get your cocks, sweetheart.”

the twins move quickly; you squeak when your wrists fall to your stomach, immediately realizing how sore your arms feel from being held up for so long. osamu’s holding a shiny knife, clearly having freed from the silk cloth.

he returns it to the drawer while atsumu makes himself comfortable against the headboard, mirroring your position as he pulls you on top of him, your palms finding purchase on his warm and defined chest.

he observes the dried cum on your face with interest as his tattooed arm makes its way between your legs. two of his fingers prod and play with your pussy before he inserts them inside, causing you to whine and instinctively ride his fingers.

atsumu clicks his tongue in disapproval as he holds you still while osamu takes his place behind you. osamu pushes your lower back none too gently, further deepening your arch as your body trembles from flames of unadulterated desire.

osamu spreads your cheeks, loudly spitting on your asshole. the wetness on your puckered hole makes you squeal and squirm as his fingers spread the globule of spit around the tight ring of muscle.

“have you ever had your ass fucked before?” he asks but doesn’t wait for you to answer because his fingers circle the rim of your ass, smirking when your back arches even more. atsumu probably curled his fingers inside of you, miffed at the way osamu captured your attention.

osamu’s question hangs in the air, you have never had your ass fucked, and usually, the apprehension of partaking in something foreign would weigh you down, but then again, that’s what the drug is for—removing one’s inhibitions, to formally speak.

the brothers stimulate your holes with their thick and skilled fingers, their mouths spewing filthy words as they watch you take them, causing your cheeks to burn. your nails scratch along atsumu’s chest, grunting when osamu inserts his index finger in your ass down to the knuckle.

the tip of his tongue rests on his lower lip as he swirls his finger inside your ass, stretching you out so you can take his cock. he spits again before his middle finger stretches you further. your head is hung low as you slowly move your hips along the rhythm of their fingers, gasping when the twins probe at an extra sensitive spot.

osamu removes his fingers from your stretched hole while atsumu continues to torture you, his other hand holding your chin as he pulls your face towards his. he captures your lips with his own, not caring about the taste of his twin’s cock lingering in your mouth.

you moan against atsumu’s lips when osamu taps his heavy cock on your ass—as if he’s saying hello—before the tip nudges your hole. red streaks from your nails cover atsumu’s pecs as osamu’s dick splits your ass open.

“your ass looks so pretty stretched around my cock—fuck, you’re so tight,” osamu hisses when he bottoms out, prompting atsumu to remove his fingers from you as he sucks and nibble away at your bottom lip. one of his hands squeezes your waist as he guides his cock to your pussy.

atsumu slowly brings you down on his lap, causing all three of you to cry out in pleasure. the skin separating them is thin and they’re both so thick that they can feel the weight of each other’s cock. both of them are cursing while you’re just there, cross-eyed and drool freely dropping from your mouth as your body trembles from practically being split in half.

atsumu bottoms out and the two brothers groan, your name mixing with a couple more colorful expletives. they take one long deep breath before osamu pulls out, only leaving the tip inside. he goes back deep in your ass with one hard thrust, your whimper turning into a scream as your body jolts forward.

atsumu takes that as his cue to mirror his brother’s actions and soon they fall into a near-perfect rhythm that only twins can do. osamu’s large hands are holding your hips so hard, his fingers surely leaving bruises on your skin. atsumu, on the other hand, is slapping your ass so hard that there are imprints of his palm on your jiggling skin.

just like the twins’ rugged and edgy looks, they fuck you rough and fast, greatly encouraged by your loud and pathetic cries as they take turns ruining your holes.

“this good enough for you, whore?” osamu hisses in your ear, hips thrusting wildly as he pulls your body back and forth on his cock.

“both your holes will be overflowing with our cum, ain’t that what ya wanted?” atsumu teases you, groaning when you tighten around him. the smacks of his hand on your ass mix with the slaps of your thighs on his lap.

“more, more!” you beg, face messy with fresh tears, drool, and dried cum. atsumu groans at how completely wrecked you look—his pretty baby, reduced to a mindless whore by his and his twin’s cocks.

“you really just can’t get enough, huh?” osamu grunts, his hips stuttering as he feels you tighten around him. one of his hands tug your hair by the roots. you squeal when he pulls your head towards him, your neck straining from the sudden movement. “we’re already splitting you open and you’re still begging for more?”

his raspy voice against your ear makes you shiver, the deep timbre sending tingles down your spine. you’re inconsolable, their filthy and degrading words not registering because all you currently care about are the two cocks pistoning in and out of you.

“please! need you, need your cocks— fuck, please!”

“yeah? then that’s what you’ll get, pretty,” atsumu rasps, his voice husky as he and osamu make eye contact, their twin telepathy playing in motion. they subtly nod to each other, their thrusts  increasing in intensity and with shortened intervals.

they’re not leaving you enough room to breathe due to their eerily precise movements that are particularly exclusive to twins. they’re loud and noisy, sweaty skin slapping and rubbing against your trembling form; it’s just so messy.

everything is dripping, making an obscene squelching sound as the twins fuck your creamy slick back into you. you’re a blabbering mindless mess and the only thing you know how to be is a glorified sex doll to these wayward brothers as they fuck you with a vigor that nobody has ever had in your life.

the twins are rutting into you, one from below and one from behind. the bed is creaking with your combined weight and movements as the headboard behind atsumu’s back is thumping against the wall. your nails leave red welts on his chest and your neck is aching with how osamu is bending your neck so he can see your fucked out expression.

eyes crossed and unseeing, your eyelids flutter as the pleasure takes over every nerve ending in your body. your vocal cords feel raw with how much you’re stressing your throat (and from osamu’s brutal face-fucking).

you’re clenching and unclenching around them, unintelligible words coming out of your drooling mouth as the twins snatch your breath away from you, tits swaying all over your chest from their powerful and hard thrusts.

“i’m gonna cum,” osamu grunts, voice tight as you clench around him. his eyebrows furrow in concentration, droplets of sweat traveling down his abs.

atsumu whines, not quite at the same place as his twin. “wait samu!”

“hurry the fuck up, dumbass.”

“m-my clit, please!” you plead, eyes wide and bright. you’re almost there, almost. osamu obliges you, one hand from your hip goes down your stomach as he spreads your folds, giving atsumu’s other hand reaches down as he furiously rubs your clit before pinching it.

you scream as you clench around them, causing them to moan your name as their hips jerk and stop abruptly, hot and thick spurts of cum spilling inside of you. their orgasms trigger yours, wailing as clear liquid shoots out of you, drenching atsumu’s abs as your nails scrape his pecs.

your eyes roll to the back of your head just as atsumu gasps, garnering osamu’s attention. the said brother was resting his forehead on your sweaty back, breathing heavily as he languidly raises his head.

“samu! she squirted!”

loud groans fill your ears as more ropes of cum spill from their cock, overflowing your battered pussy. the squelching of mixed fluids is deafening to you, their shallow thrusts pushing out rivulets of white as they moan quietly through their lips. you’re a whimpering and whining mess, the twins stopping their movements as the three of you pause and take a breather.

osamu pulls out and watches with wide-eyed interest as a thick globule of his cum leaks from your ass, traveling down the crevice to run down atsumu’s balls and onto the drenched sheets. you’re shaking and numb, atsumu’s whine sounding far away as he lifts you off of him.

osamu ungraciously crashes on the other side of the bed, breathing heavily with his arm across his eyes. atsumu’s shaking his disheveled blonde head from side to side, trying to gather his wits when his phone rings on the nightstand.

his phone lights up to indicate that it’s kita-san and he immediately scrambles to answer it with a stuttered and breathless greeting. it’s scary, actually. their boss always has an eerie and impeccable timing.

“h-hello?”

“judging by your heavy breathing, am i correct in assuming that it worked?”

atsumu nods slowly, forgetting that kita can’t see him, too entranced by how you’re still able to go at it because you’ve climbed onto his twin’s lap, vigorously bouncing on his cock as your tits sway around your chest with every movement you make.

osamu’s practically immobile on the bed, groans borderline sounding pained as his hazy grey eyes watch you fuck yourself on his aching cock. your voice is weak and soft as you cry out and whine more, more, more!

kita sighs at the lack of response from atsumu, and he quickly hangs up the phone because ultimately, he got his answer by hearing your pleasured whimpers traveling down the line as you fuck his enforcers to overstimulation.

the twins have been bitching about the lack of a—quote on quote—“pretty baby doll they can regularly sink their cocks into”.

well, now they got what they wanted. they should be thankful that you stepped through the doors of onigiri miya that one afternoon, and the fact that kita technically played matchmaker.

The contact must fluster him because he stutters something about grabbing drinks for the both of you before darting off toward the bar. You shake your head, glancing around the room to see who has already arrived. You recognize some of them from interviews you helped with over the season, and luckily that sets your heart at ease. Nothing to be worried about, you tell yourself just as Yamaguchi comes back with two drinks, telling you it’s time to get ready after you finish them.

The first few interviews go well, even with butterflies flying around in your stomach. Most of the players like Ojiro Aran and Komori Motoya are easy to interview thanks to their easygoing smiles and banter; others like Suna Rintarou and Ushijima Wakatoshi are a bit harder thanks to their straight-forward natures and cut and dry responses. Eventually the only team left is the winner of the V. League that year: the MSBY Black Jackals.

You’ve only interviewed their captain Meian Shuugo before, and he greets you with a warm smile like you’re old friends. His teammates shuffle in behind him—Hinata Shouyou first, then Bokuto Koutarou, Miya Atsumu, and—

“Is Sakusa-san coming?” You ask as you look around for him.

“Oh, he’s in the bathroom as usual, washin’ his hands probably,” Miya Atsumu jokes as he raises an eyebrow at you. “Though if he knew what a pretty little thing our interviewer is, he mighta made it on time.”

You laugh politely at his flirtation though his words do nothing to you. You’re used to Alphas like him, dripping scent all over the place, cocky smiles trying to entice a Beta or an Omega for the night. Meian shakes his head, elbowing Atsumu in the side and telling him to knock it off so the interview can begin.

This team is the easiest you’ve had yet. Hinata and Bokuto answer any question you have with excited smiles and cheers; Meian is as professional as ever, and Atsumu actually takes the interview seriously, especially when the topic comes to the mistake that almost cost them the finals. You’re too focused on Atsumu’s answer to see the fifth member slide into view, but you certainly hear him once Atsumu is finished talking.

“Apologies for being late.”

As soon as your eyes flit over to the man, your entire body throbs.

Sakusa Kiyoomi.

This is the first time you’ve ever seen him in person. He stands tall next to Hinata, black mask covering up the bottom half of his face. There’s not a curl out of place, his hair parted to show the two beauty marks above his eyebrow. His piercing stare regards you almost coldly, and your breath catches in your throat, all words dying on your tongue. There’s a tingle in your spine, a warmth that crawls up your back and spreads to the ends of your fingertips, making you clutch the paper tighter in your hands.

“That’s alright,” you return, but it’s airy, wispy, your breath stuck in your lungs and refusing to come out correctly.

There’s a spike of heat directly in your throbbing cunt and you immediately know.

This can’t be happening.

Galas and award ceremonies are always the worst. There’s no need for this many people to loiter around, just to congratulate them on another finished season with fake niceties and the usual “I’ll get you next year!" that's not really meant. If he wasn’t contractually obligated to go, Sakusa would be comfortably at home, already watching highlights to prepare for next year.

Instead he’s stuck in his stuffy suit, answering question after question of the same shit: What will you do during the off season? Do you think you’ll win next year? Any special someone you’ll celebrate with? After the second-to-last interviewer’s sweaty and clammy handshake made him nearly vomit, he’d excused himself to the bathroom to wash his hands (then wash them again), not caring if he was late for the last interview.

When he finally walks back into the ballroom, he sees that the rest of the team is already in the midst of the interview so he slides into line as quietly as he can, muttering an apology for the lateness.

As soon as you lock eyes with him, he can smell you. Arousal drips off you in waves, assaulting his nose and making him clench his jaw. His stomach churns with heat, flaring out to every part of his body and making his fingers flex. There’s a shiver down his spine the longer he stares at you; your arousal is like a blanket that wraps around him and nearly suffocates him.

Omega. Shouldn’t you know better than to come to a room full of Alphas without taking your medicine, when you’re this close to a heat? It makes his eyes narrow, checking on the rest of his team from the corner of his eye. Bokuto and Hinata are as clueless as ever, staring at you with dopey smiles, none-the-wiser. Meian and Miya are a different story; their eyes glint as you shift on your feet, and Sakusa can see the flex of your thighs from under the fabric of your dress.

“Continue,” he orders as he stares down at you. The faster this interview is over for the both of you, the better.

“R-right,” you stutter, lifting your paper again. He can see the way your fingers tremble as you read off the next question, your voice shaking as you shift on your feet again.

He can practically hear Miya salivating from two spots down and it makes his fists clench, the growing scent of your arousal nearly drowning him. Why haven’t you left yet? Why haven’t you finished the interview early and gone back where you’d be safe from the men staring at you strangely? You’re starting a heat; that much is obvious. Are you an idiot or do you just not realize? Judging from the sweat beading on your forehead and the way your breath comes out in ragged pants, you have to know. So why are you still here?

“Omi-san.” Hinata’s voice sounds like it’s far away, his ears thundering with his heartbeat and the itch at the base of his skull.

“What?”

“She asked you a question.”

When he locks eyes with you, you give the smallest gasp, shifting on your feet enough that the photographer next to you glances at you strangely.

“Repeat it,” he orders. His voice is gruff, angry, deep enough that he hears Bokuto mutter a, what’s gotten into Omi-omi?

“I, um. I asked if you have any advice for new players on what they should focus on from a young age?”

He wants to answer but his throat is dry, his own breath coming out in short puffs that make the inside of his mask warm and dewy. The longer he stares at you, the more the churning in his stomach gets worse, and the more he has to force his arms to keep still so he doesn’t grab you in front of all of these people. A glance to his right shows him Miya and Meian aren’t nearly this affected; they’re keeping calm so why can’t he?

“No.”

“Sakusa, don’t be so rude,” Meian smiles calmly and answers in his stead. Something about how practicing every day will help, but he doesn’t care. Sakusa can tell you’re barely paying attention to Meian anyway, your eyes glazed over as you clutch the paper so hard in your hand that it crinkles and nearly rips.

“Omi-san, is everything okay? Your fists are white.”

Hinata’s voice makes him jolt and he looks down at his hands by his sides. He’s been clenching them so hard that his knuckles are discolored, and the inside of his palms have half-moon shaped crescents from his short nails.

“I’m fine,” he mutters, but he isn’t sure it’s the truth.

Because as soon as your photographer puts his hands on your shoulder and whispers something in your ear, Sakusa takes a step forward to rip the man’s hand away from you. He has to pull himself back before he can, legs trembling with the effort to curb his need to bring you to him and make sure no one else touches you.

Fuck, this is more than a heat, isn’t it?

Sakusa Kiyoomi is a smart man. He knows more about Betas and Omegas than his counterparts, having actually paid attention during his school years compared to others like Miya. He knows what this means; what this entails.

That’s why, even though he’s in the middle of an interview, even though each step spikes pain in his stomach, he turns and walks away.

The water feels cool against your skin as you splash your face, taking a deep breath as you will yourself to calm down. The emergency suppressant works as quickly as the doctor said it would, but your body is still flushed with a heat that you weren’t expecting. It’s nowhere near time for a heat, not after taking your suppressant daily, so you don’t know why this is happening to you now. It felt like you were drowning, consumed by a fire that raged throughout your entire body and left only one thought: want him, want him, want him.

You’ve been through heat before, huddled up in your little apartment for a few days, making friends with your fingers or your vibrator until it passed and you were able to work again. This felt nothing like that; it was hard to breathe, hard to keep standing, hard to listen to Meian answer your questions before Sakusa stalked off and your trembling lessened.

At least the emergency suppressant helped.

You feel like yourself again as you fix your face in the mirror, able to breathe for the first time that hour. You make sure there’s no traces of sweat left anywhere on you before you take a deep breath and make it back to the ballroom. The award ceremony is halfway over by the time you slip back into your seat, and you listen to the host drone on and on about winners in between highlight reels showing this year's triumphs and failures.

When everything is finished, the true party begins with a bang—literally. Confetti shoots out from the ceiling once the Black Jackals take the stage, and you pointedly avoid looking at Sakusa Kiyoomi just in case. There’s a lingering itching in the back of your brain, a small little voice that tells you your reaction earlier wasn’t just a coincidence, but you force it down with the champagne you take a sip of.

“Good work today,” Yamaguchi says once people stand and begin to mingle, and you join them with a smile.

“You too.”

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just got nervous.” The lie is easy, made easier because you avoid his eyes to glance around the room. “Are you going to stay?”

“For a little bit. There’s, um, someone I want to talk to.”

You follow his gaze to a bright spot of orange near the stage, and you have to suppress your smile when you realize that the ‘someone’ is the Black Jackals’ MVP of the year.

“Sure. I’ll see you later then. Good luck.”

Yamaguchi speeds off with cheeks redder than the sun and you laugh, hiding your lips behind your hand as you watch him nearly trip over himself to greet Hinata. Your attention is drawn away by a tap on your shoulder, and Meian stands to your left with a drink in each of his hands.

“You certainly look better,” he compliments as he hands you a flute of champagne, and you keep the smile on your face even though you want to sigh.

“Feeling better,” you answer then glance around him. “Where’s your fiance?”

“She’s talking with one of her friends. I thought I’d check up on you before dragging her home.”

It’s no secret that Meian is one of the lucky Alphas, able to find his mate out of all the people in the world. It’s something you daydreamed about as a younger child, though you squashed it down once you became of age, focusing on making it big as an Omega in an Alpha-dominated world. Still… that little voice in the back of your head is back as you stare at the attractive man before you. Talking with him both tonight and during prior interviews had been fine; he hadn’t triggered anything, hadn’t so much as made your heart flutter because you knew he was taken. Then why…?

“I’m alright, don’t worry,” you try to placate the captain, looking toward the stage where the rest of the team used to be. Hinata and Yamaguchi talk excitedly near the stairs; Bokuto is speaking with a pretty black-haired man in glasses; Atsumu is standing next to Sakusa near the bar and—

There’s a flash of heat in your body when you realize Sakusa is staring right at you, eyes narrowed so dangerously that his gaze feels like knives. Atsumu is saying something to his right, the blonde’s eyes flicking over to Meian and back without even regarding you. But Sakusa hasn’t taken his eyes off of you, his arms crossed over his chest, suit jacket pressed up against his arms and showing his muscles. His scent, wafting from all the way over at the bar, ripples off of him like—

Another flash of heat; another breath pulled from your chest. It nearly makes you drop your champagne glass and you have to cling to the empty table next to you to steady yourself on your feet. This one is stronger, hotter, flooding your body with a heat that makes you whimper. Meian is saying something to your left but you can’t hear him, blood rushing to your ears as your core throbs, hot and needy. You can feel how wet you are, slick pooling in your cunt as Sakusa’s strong scent of dewy rain hits you like a freight train. There’s a warm hand on your back, Meian in your peripheral vision, and you set the champagne flute down on the table to keep it from falling out of your trembling hands.

“I-I’m fine,” you stutter as you try to catch your breath. “I just need to get to the bathroom, I—”

“Captain.”

“Sakusa.”

Sakusa’s deep voice makes you shiver, and you don’t dare look up at him out of fear you won’t be able to hold yourself back. Meian’s hand is immediately off of your back, replaced with a rough hand around your upper arm. “I’ll take care of her.”

“No, I—”

You need to go. You need to get away from these Alphas, get back in the car, and get home to make it pass on your own, just like every other time.

Sakusa’s voice is nearly a growl as he regards you. “Be quiet and follow me.”

You don’t have any other choice. You’re dragged out of the ballroom, nearly tripping over your feet as he leads you toward the elevators. Your body is so hot, nearly scorching where his hands hold onto your arm, and your voice is a whine when you ask him to slow down.

“Please, I just need—I need to—”

Sakusa doesn’t listen to you at all. He punches the button and the elevator doors swing open, and your back is against the elevator wall before you can even ask where he’s taking you.

“S-Sakusa-san—”

“I said be quiet,” he warns you before ripping his mask off and pressing his mouth to yours.

You’re so responsive, kissing him back immediately, your fingers digging into his suit jacket. It’s like your mouth was made to be on his, your body pressed up against his as he worms his tongue into your mouth. He doesn’t even care that your fingers find his curls, tugging on his hair as your tongue moves against his desperately, your hips already grinding against his for some relief.

Everything is so hot, and he nearly rips off the button of his suit jacket with how hard he fumbles with it. It falls to the floor by his feet, and he forgets all about it once your fingers grope along his dress shirt, trying to pop open the buttons before the elevator reaches his floor. You whimper when his hard length presses against your thigh, shifting your legs open so he can press in between them and grind his cock on your covered pussy.

“You should have taken your medicine,” he berates you when he pulls back the slightest bit to take a breath.

“I did, I did, it’s just—you—”

Sakusa swallows the rest of your words with another kiss, tongue still flicking over everything it can reach. He can’t breathe, your arousal choking him so badly that his entire body pulses, flooding with the need to fill you up over and over. He needs to be inside you now, making you cry out, feeling the slick run down your thighs as he squeezes and gropes at them.

The elevator stops and dings when it reaches his floor, and he wastes no time wrapping your legs around his waist, hoisting you up. You break the kiss only to gasp, arms wrapping around his shoulders as you let him lead you. His suit jacket stays in the elevator as the doors close, forgotten as he gropes your ass and thighs, doing his best not to make you bump into anything as he hurries to his hotel room.

He makes it to his door and presses you against it, lips incessantly on yours once more as he jerks your dress up. There’s a ripping sound that you both ignore, too focused on moving your tongues together, the sloppy sounds louder than the thundering of his heart in his ears. Sakusa tugs a little harder on your dress, pushing the fabric up to your waist so he can feel along your thighs with his lithe fingers.

“Need you,” you pant against his cheek when you pull away to breathe, groaning when his fingers brush against your covered cunt. You’re wet, slick already staining your panties and making him curse into your neck. His lips and teeth find everywhere they can, sucking and nipping every inch of your flesh to mark you as his. Your whimpers are like music to his ears, his cock pulsing in his pants when he pulls aside your panties and feels your slick covering your folds.

“Left pocket.”

His gruff command makes you nod, and your fingers grope along his thighs and ass to find his pocket as he trails his lips down your shoulder. You start to slip down and he hoists you back up, pressing you even harder against the door, your breasts pressed against his chest. You shift against his fingers, moaning as he continues to run them up and down your wet folds as you work. His mouth finds yours again, distracting you for a second with his teeth nipping at your lower lip, but he growls hurry up against your skin and you move again.

The moment you pull the card from his pocket, he takes it from you, fumbling to let you down and get the door open. The lock clicks open and he pushes you inside, trapping you against the wall before the door even closes behind him.

“Sakusa-san—”

“Dress off.”

You take a split second to breathe, but then your dress is on the floor by your feet and he’s kneeling on top of it, hands tight around your thighs. He takes a deep breath, breathing in the scent of your arousal until goosebumps form on his arms. His thumbs dip into the slick that’s already gathered around the edge of your panties, and with barely a flick of his wrist, they’re pooled at your ankles by the backs of your heels.

Sakusa wastes no time diving into your wet cunt. If the stifling scent of your arousal wasn’t already killing him, the sweet taste of your slick would be doing the trick. You keen when his tongue pushes deep inside, flicking all over your walls as his fingers grope at your shaking thighs. With unsteady hands, he helps you out of one of your heels so he can throw your leg over his shoulder and press even deeper. His hands grope your ass as he laps you up, your moans going straight to his already hard cock.

Your hips jerk violently when he finds your clit and he has to hold you steady with sharp nails into your flesh. Once he starts to suck your nub, you grind your hips into his face, slick dripping down your folds and rubbing against his chin. You sound so good chanting his name, back arching off of the wall as you shudder. It makes him work faster, tongue circling your clit as one of his fingers probes your entrance.

You take him easily, long fingers sucked in by your tight heat. His thrusts are quick and dirty, a second finger pushed in after only a few strokes. He scissors them as he fucks you, stretching you wide so you’re more than ready to take his cock in a few minutes. Your walls clamp down on him, pulsing faster the more he works your clit, and slick drips down his hand as you gush for him. His name is the only thing on your lips between heavy breaths, and there’s a loud bang when you throw your head back against the wall, fingers digging into his hair again.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum,” you chant, thigh trembling on his shoulder. And then, the most beautiful sound falls from your lips: “Fuck, Omi!”

Your walls clamp down on him so tightly that he can barely move his fingers to help you cum, hips grinding against his mouth as he sucks on your swollen clit. You taste so good, so sweet, and he rips his fingers from you so you can gush into his mouth instead, so he can lap up your slick feverishly. His wet hand clings to your ass, pulling you impossibly close as you continue to orgasm, your entire body shaking as you whimper his name again and again. You tug at his hair, whining that it’s too much, but he shakes you off with a warning growl deep into your cunt. He isn’t finished—not until he’s lapped up every single drop you have to give him.

When he’s satisfied, he pulls back, licking his lips to revel in your remaining taste. You tug him close as soon he stands, fingernails digging into his covered shoulders as you press your lips to his. One orgasm and you’re still just as fucking needy, sweaty body trembling as he holds you close.

“Omi,” you whine as your fingers work to unbutton his dress shirt. Of all the people to call him that, you’re the only one he’ll allow without complaint, the only one that makes him shiver as you whimper it. As soon as the last button is undone, he throws his shirt off, pulling away from you just enough to take his undershirt off too. You unclasp your bra and throw it aside, standing before him naked and trembling, lips parted as you gasp for breath.

A swift push and you’re on your back on the bed, and he’s right there on top of you, lips covering yours. You part your legs for him to slip inside, moaning when his teeth tug at your bottom lip, your fingernails raking down his back. It makes him shiver, mouth even more insistent against yours as rocks his bulge against your slick pussy.

“I need you,” you breathlessly beg him, digging your nails into his sides to pull him flush against you, bare chest to bare chest.

It takes every bit of willpower not to tear off his suit pants right then and there. His mind goes red as he hurries with his belt and button, and he hears something rip as he tears off his pants to settle between your legs. His cock throbs, angry and needy as strong hands keep your legs parted. Your thighs squeeze his sides as he sits on his haunches, running his cock over your wet folds to gather your slick on his flesh.

“Omi, please.”

“Go on, tell me what you need,” he growls. Growls. He’s never done that before, never needed to fill someone up so badly, to push into their messy cunt and make them cry out his name.

“Fuck me.” Your eyes are shining with resolve, practically begging him to enter you and make you his. “Fill me up, I want you so badly. Please, please, I need it—”

A sound that sounds like a sob tears out of your mouth the second he pushes into your cunt, and his mind goes blank the moment he fills you up to the hilt, all except for one thought: mine. One hand grabs onto your hips, the other onto your breast, forcing you to match his quick thrusts once he starts moving. Your fingers rake down his arms as he squeezes and kneads your breast, tugging at your nipple as he moves. His body trembles as he slams into you over and over, hips snapping and making you cry out as you cling to him. Deeper, deeper; he needs to get deeper, needs to fuck you until you’re dripping with his seed, until you’re swollen with his pups, until his sharp teeth are buried in your neck and claiming you as his.

Your loud moan echoes in his mind, ringing his head and taking over all of his senses. He leans forward to nip around your shoulder, and you hook your ankles around his back, pushing him even faster with firm heels into his back. Your fingers dig into his hair, pulling him back up for a messy kiss, saliva dripping down your lips as you move your tongues quickly. Sakusa groans when you squeeze around him, and you tug on his curls as you move your hips to match his quick thrusts, teeth scraping along his bottom lip.

“Shit,” he groans before he flips you, hands on your hips to steady you on top of him.

He shifts his legs, digging his heels into the bed so he can fuck up into you. You cry out, steady your hands on his chest as you bounce on his cock, barely needing him to help you with how fast you’re going. Your eyes shine as you watch him with lidded eyes, bottom lip pulled between your teeth. You look so fucking pretty sitting on his cock, tits bouncing as you move, nails making red lines down his chest as you whimper his name. He can feel your slick dripping down, coating your thighs as the smack smack smack of your hips rings in the room.

When his thumb finds your clit, you moan, head falling back and pussy squeezing him like a vice.

“Good, so good,” you gasp, body shuddering as your second orgasm approaches. Your words are mixed in with whimpers and whines when he hits deep within you and then, crystal clear: “Omi, my Alpha, I—”

Fuck fuck fuck.

The growl that’s ripped from his throat can’t even be masked by your loud cry as your orgasm crests. He watches you shake and shudder for him, hips stuttering as your slick runs all down his pulsing length. Sakusa helps you through it, moving your hips so he can continue to slam into you to prolong your pleasure. When you finally stop moving, angry pants for air the only sounds you make, he pushes you down again, settling you on your hands and knees.

“Alpha—”

You gasp again when he enters you, and he doesn’t give you any time to breathe before he’s fucking you hard, hand on your back pushing your chest into the bed. Drool drips out of your open mouth like the slick that dribbles out of your cunt, the loud squelching sounds echoing the squeaking of the bed.

“Fuck, take it,” he commands lowly, hands groping at your jiggling tits so he can thrusts into you even harder. He can feel his knot growing, the tingling in his spine, the pressing need to give you every single bit of him until he’s empty. He’s got to have you in every way, got to make you his, his, his—

As soon as he releases and his knot is pushed inside of you he leans forward, his teeth digging down into the side of your neck hard enough to make you scream. He tastes the iron in your blood, smells your sweet scent before heat rushes through his veins, pleasure making his mind go blank. He doesn’t let go of your neck, sweaty chest pressed to your equally sweaty back, teeth still buried deep within your skin as he keeps his hips flush against yours. It’s like a slow trickle of consciousness, a small creek that gives way to a river that explodes into an ocean of realization.

He just claimed you.

“Omi,” you whisper when he finally lets go.

Sitting dark red above your scent glands are a perfect imprint of his teeth, ones that will scar over and bond you as his for the rest of your life.

He stares down at you, watching the same realization settle into your eyes as you turn your head to look at him.

“Did you…?”

“Yes.”

“You’re… you’re my mate?”

It isn’t so much a question as it’s a confirmation. By the way you’re staring at him, he knows you figured it out, just like he did when your heat triggered in front of him, when he couldn’t stand to see Meian or any other alpha like Miya touch you.

“Yes.” He runs his thumb over the mark on your neck as he curls an arm around your waist, pulling you close to his chest. He settles you both on your sides, a nervous hand tapping against your stomach. Now that his mind is clear, a heavy weight settles on his chest and makes him curse. “I should have used protection.”

“I’m on birth control,” you tell him with a light smile as you shift back further into his embrace, tucking your head under his chin. With your hand, you run it up and down his sweaty arms, the gentleness in your touch making him shiver. “Don’t worry, my Alpha.”

His chest rumbles with his purr, acting on instinct as he leans down to nuzzle his nose into the mark he made, tongue lapping at the indents. You’re so warm, pressed up against him like you’ve always belonged there, like you’re perfectly at home in between his arms. Showering is the last thing on his mind when you hold his arms closer, melting against his chest so you can feel the vibrating in his chest for yourself.

※ Kiyoomi Sakusa

"It's not gunna' fit, Omi-" Your slurred words tapered off into a low moan as he slapped his cock head on your cunt, smearing precum on your puffy clit. Something about the slight fear in your eyes made his cock twitch in anticipation

"It will fit," Sakusa pumps in slowly, pushing just the tip inside,"I'll make it work." Even if this isn't your first time, it hurt when he thrusted all the way in with a forceful roll of toned hips. Black hair awry on his forehead as he smiled down at you sadistically,"Told you, it'll fit."

"Too big, Omi, I can't, it hurts," Your tiny hands pushed st his broad shoulders that remained unmoving,"Ain't I good to you?" His question makes you pause, a doubtful haze clouding your mind before a yelp tore through your mouth when he thrusted in hastily

"Won't you repay me by being a good girl n' taking my cock?" Sakusa's patience is wearing thinner by each second he's inside your sweet cunt and unmoving, waiting for you to adjust,"Won't you be my good girl, y/n?" You give a hesitant nod at his words, regretting it soon as he starts pounding into your pussy with vigor,"Omi!"

Your sweet cries of having a dick so big as his inside you, rearranging your guts for the first time had Sakusa growling,"That's right, you're my good girl." You barely detect the possessive tinge to your volleyball player boyfriend's voice over your moans,"Mine."

You whine mindlessly under him, unable to do anything but take his huge cock forcing through your poor hole,"My dumb little princess."

※ Atsumu Miya

The mirror in front of you is all fogged up with your hot breaths,"Ya' look good like this." When your gaze locks on the blurred reflection, you notice your state- mascara running down your cheeks with wet tears, hair in a frenzy and lipstick smudged all over your swollen lips- absolutely wrecked, just as your setter boyfriend likes it

"Tsumu, slow down-ah!" Your hands catch on the sink to keep your balance as he bucks into you. Leaning over, you find his brown eyes through the mirror, begging,"Please, they'll hear us."

"Not m’problem, sweet." Your breasts are squeezed roughly through your soft dress as he kisses your neck,"I just wanna make my girl cum on my dick." Atsumu trails a hand down your belly and smirks when he finds your clit,"That's not a bad thing, yeah?"

He's just trying to make you feel good, how can you deny him? Especially with the way his cock is throbbing inside your walls so deliciously,"Hmm, no," Your forehead touches the cool mirror lightly as you let him fuck you in the bathroom. With each stroke of his cock at your sweet spot, the worries of his teammates finding out went poof,"'M s'close, please,"

You mewl and it had him grinning in victory,"Then go 'head n' cum on my cock, pretty girl." The green sparks of jealousy he had felt when he saw Bokuto and Hinata hog all your attention before are satiated as you soak his length in your slick, moaning loudly like there's not a single thought in that pretty head of yours.

And oh, Atsumu hopes that they hear the pretty sounds he can pull from you.

※ Koutaro Bokuto

Two thick fingers press wet on your lips,"Go on, clean 'em up," With fluttering eyes, you swirl your tongue on his fingertips, his low groan falling to deaf- ringing ears, your previous orgasm left your body limp under your hunk of a boyfriend,"What a good girl,"

The praise falls smoothly from his lips as he holds your hips down, rubbing the tip at your sensitive folds,"Kou," Humming in ignorance, Bokuto pushed in with a sigh,"Still s'tight, even after cumming twice."

"'m too tired," You whine, squirming under his grip,"C'mon baby," Golden eyes bore into yours as he purrs in your ear, giving a hasty thrust,"It's only fair that you make me cum too." Any retort bubbling in your mind died on the tip of your tongue when the tip of his shaft hit that rough patch inside you,"Yeah?"

The thought of coming of as self centered burned your chest with guilt, so you nod a small "yeah" For him. A toothy grin spreads on his lips as he gives another deep thrust to your overstimulated cunt. Your walls fluttered around his thick shaft, the burn of being stretched and being forced to yet another oncoming orgasm tearing high moans from the back of your throat

"Please," That's the only word your brain could conjure up, too busy drooling on his cock to bother with a vocabulary,"Oh, you gonna cum 'gain?" Bokuto growls, his biceps flexing beside your head as he jackhammers his aching cock in you,"Fuckin' cum f'me then."

※ Shoyo Hinata

If Hinata loves anything more than fucking your tight cunt till it's the shape of his cock, it's to fuck your warm little mouth,"Oh fuck- oh baby," He loves the way your muffled moans and whimpers vibrate on his heavy cock. Carding his fingers through your hair, he pulls you head forward to meet his thrusts

"Use that tongue, y/n," You lift your tongue to lick at the sensitive underside of his cock, flicking against the pulsing vein and it had him grunting,"Ah yes, just like that," Your thighs press together, cunt clenching around empty air, desperate for a friction,"Fuck, you're s'good at this," Hinata stutters, throwing his head back as his leaky tip hit the back of your throat.

A muffled yelp of complain followed by your hands pushing at his muscular thighs had him chuckling softly,"I call you good n' the very next second you turn into a bad girl?" Blinking away the tears, you stare up at him with hurt eyes. Your tangerine boyfriend is always big on praises, showering you in sugary words no matter what,"What? Hurt that I called you a bad girl?"

Pulling out his cock, he cradles your hot face. Gentle fingers remove the strands of hair sticking to your sweaty forehead,"Then be a good girl and take my cock, baby." As he thrusts back into your mouth, your eyes screw shut. Even if the lack of air made you dizzy, you bit back any whimper for him. His chest rumbles with low growls as he nears his release.

With both hands behind your head, Hinata fucks your face hastily till he's shooting ropes of tangy cum deep in your throat,"See, now that's my good girl." He muses as his thumb pushes the drop of cum dribbling down the corner of your lips.

An airy chuckle escapes him before he coos down at you some more, loving the pitiful expression on your pretty face. “Answer me, princess.”

You wanted him so badly, he knew that, but he needed to hear you say it.

“Why don’t you tell daddy what you want, hm? Use your big girl words.” he groans out. It was getting harder and harder to hold back, the way your velvet walls clenched around his cock so perfectly had his hips quivering — instincts begging to be let out.

He desperately tries to ignore the overwhelming need to fuck you, in the end he knew you’d break first, you always did.

“C’mon, pretty, don’t tell me I’ve fucked you stupid already?“ you blink away a few stray tears, and your back arches off the mattress as he pulls out, letting his throbbing length land just on top of your pussy.

A shaky breath pushes past his parted lips, and his hands lightly grips the base while he watches you with half-lidded eyes. Teasingly slapping the head of his cock against your puffy clit that’s just been aching for attention.

“O-omi..” you cry out, and it only gets your cunt another light tap.

“That’s not my name right now, is it? Try again, angel.” it’s finally too much, and suddenly the desperation that’s been building up inside you has you clinging to him.

“Please- please, just fuck me! Need you to make me cum.. make me feel good, daddy.”

“Fuck, atta girl.” That was it, that was all he needed to hear. There’s no time wasted as he lines himself back up with your entrance, suddenly burying himself deep into your tight cunt once more.

“Gonna let me cum inside you like a good girl, yeah? Better not waste a fucking drop of my cum.”

“yer pretty lil pussy can’t take it all? that it angel—s-shit—“ atsumu drawls from above you, leaning back to admire the mess he’s already made of your pussy, a mixture of his cum and your slick pooling on the sheets below you every time he sinks his fat cock back into your doughy cunt. he’s so fucked out, bliss surging through him while he looks down at you with heavy eyes, every one of his thrusts heavy and practiced until he falls forward again, hips twitching as he buries his face into the crook of your neck with a low groan. “squeezin’ real fuckin’ t-tight baby—oh, fuckk—look so fuckin’ perfect when yer full of ma cum.” atsumu moans, heavy balls smacking against your ass with each smack of his hips. his cock throbs at the feeling of your nails dragging along his skin until he’s babbling, pushing down on you harder and the feeling of your walls fluttering around his already sensitive cock has him spilling inside of you with a low growl, kissing and sucking pretty dark marks onto the sensitive skin of your neck as he fucks another load into your twitching cunt, whimpering your name against your skin “holy shit, baby—ain’t ever gonna get tired of yer fuckin’ pussy.”

૮Ꮚ MIYA OSAMU

another man with a thick load and heavy balls (it’s a twin thing) the thought of you looking so fucking domestic, swollen with his children has his cock thickening in his pants every time he sees you busying yourself around the kitchen, with that tight little apron tied around your waist as you shoot him a gentle smile.

osamu swears he can hear his heartbeat in his ears as he fucks into you. your ankles almost hanging over his shoulders with how he has you folded, his huge body keeping you caged between his broad chest and the kitchen counter behind you. you’re so full, feeling his cock head brush against the spot that has your breathing hitching, your walls fluttering and making osamu’s jaw clench as he tries to keep his composure. “yer so fuckin’ tight sweetheart.” he growls, his thrusts become sloppier when his heavy eyes focus on the way your pretty tits are hanging over your cute little apron that he’d almost ripped off earlier “look like—hnghhh—such a pretty lil fuckin’ wife.” your body jolts each time his hips slam against yours and when you whimper those sweet words of “p-please daddy.” samu feels his cock thicken, heavy balls throbbing as he forces himself inside of you with a surprised grunt—shallowly thrusting his creamy load into your ruined cunt as low grunts and praises rain from his lips “yer too good to me, baby, gonna f-fuck a baby into this perfect lil pussy, shit—so tight.”

૮Ꮚ BOKUTO KŌTARŌ

he is literally like a feral animal when it comes to breeding you, the sight of your ruined cunt stuffed with his cum has his mind blurring as he growls lowly above you “you can take another, baby. i know you can, right?” his fat cock purple with how many loads he’s given you already, but he’s so pussy drunk he can’t stop.

“k-kou, so full! fuck, please—“ you whimper, voice hoarse and scratchy as you thrash under bokuto, his heavy body keeping you caged between him and mattress below you while he fucks into you ruthlessly, your thighs pressed snugly against your chest with the way he’s almost got you folded in half. “more, baby—nghhh—lemme g-give you one more—oh fuck!” bokuto moans, so fucking lost in the way you’re squeezing down around him as his cum oozes out of you every time he sinks his heavy cock back into your needy hole, the lewd squelching noise growing louder when his pace quickens. he’s so fucked out, his cock burning from overstimulation—he’s lost count of how many loads he’s fucked into you, beads of sweat dripping from his chin while the headboard bangs against the wall behind you, pupils dilated and eyes glassy with pleasure. “s-shitshitshit, fu-uckkk babe—“ bokuto cums with a low groan, almost collapsing on top of you while his hips stutter and twitch, filling your pussy with yet another thick load until he’s whimpering from overstimulation, fucking you without pause and not caring about the way his cock is screaming for him to stop, because he can give you one more.

૮Ꮚ IWAIZUMI HAJIME

you’d caught him off guard when you’d begged him to cum in you, the grip he has on your waist tightening and his hips stuttering at how fucking hot that would be. eyebrows furrowing as he focuses on feeling you cream around him before he finally gets to fill you up, trying to pretend he hasn’t been dying for you to ask.

he’d always wanted to do this, the idea sparking something predatory in his veins and his eyes narrow at you, his mind cloudy as you scream into the pillow—so focused on the way you’re squeezing down around his cock, your body jolting with each of his thrusts but the firm grip he has on your hips keeps drags you back, his rhythm harsh and unforgiving but fuck it’s good. “p-please cum in me, hajime.” you babble, and it’s those smooth words that have iwaizumi’s pace stuttering “f-fuck, doll—are you fucking s-serious? shit—“ reducing the usual intimidating man into a mess of harsh pants and primal grunts. he leans forward, trying to hold off losing himself in the feeling of you until you’re choking out a “yes—please.” those words being all it takes for him to cum, his hips slamming against yours as he feels his orgasm light up every nerve ending and drag out a choked moan from his chest, the sound alone causing your own orgasm to wash over you. “fucking take it, baby—tell me who owns t-this fucking perfect pussy, shit.”

૮Ꮚ SAKUSA KIYOOMI

he loves how messy it is and he always found it hard to pull himself away from you when you feel so good—he was still so sensitive, your walls still so tight no matter how many times he fucks you. the first time you suggested it you’re sure he almost came untouched.

“s-so close.” kiyoomi gulps as he rocks forward, his hands smoothing up your back intimately before they grab at your waist—pushing your chest to meet the mattress before he’s tugging your hips back to slam against his. you’re both groaning and gasping, the sensation of kiyoomi’s balls slapping your clit with each thrust causing the cord in your stomach to tighten. his words are breathless, whispered under his breath as his pace stutters at the feeling of your cunt clamping around his sensitive cock. “y-you want me to fill up with pussy?” pausing before he gulps at his next words “look so pretty filled with my c-cum. fuck—only mine.” you feel him curl forward with a groan as your walls twitch around him, pretty curls covering his lust blown pupils as his thrusts grow loud and clapping, the sheets muffling your moans as you cum. the sudden sensation causing him to spill into you with a breathier groan, cock thickening while he drags his nails gently down your sides, burying his face in the nape of your neck as he tries to catch his breath. “y-you’re irresistible.” he whispers, fingers tracing along your spine as his cock softens inside you.

૮Ꮚ KITA SHINSUKE

he loves the idea of a family with you. promising you every time his fat cock drags along your tight walls how good he’ll be for you both, working extra hard to make sure you never have to worry before he’s filling you up, making sure not to waste a single drop when he plugs you after.

it’s rare to see kita look so desperate. his eyebrows are furrowed, fingertips leaving crescent moon marks in your skin with the firm grip he has on your sides, his voice strained and husky—trying to keep a tonight leash on his self control, but losing himself in the feeling of your tight walls clamping around him, it’s like you need him to fuck a baby into you. “gonna see ya swollen with my baby, gonna look so beautiful.” kita breathes, his cock gliding along your sweet spot to accompany his words as his palm presses against your lower stomach, allowing you to feel just how deep he is. he always knew your body best, hitting the spot that has the coil in your stomach snapping almost immediately with perfect precision, pounding into you. “need all of ya, sweetheart.” leaning forward to rest his forehead against your own as his eyes clench shut, finally losing himself in the feeling of your tight walls when he cums with a low groan, marking your insides as his “take it so well, so perfect. feels—so good.” he forces out behind clenched teeth, riding out his high—leaving gentle kisses to your neck with each shallow thrust while his fingers trace along your stomach.

૮Ꮚ SUNA RINTARŌ

he gets so fucking pussy drunk whenever he fucks you, drunk on the way you whine for him to fill you up, making you beg for his load like he’s not already on the brink of cumming anyway because fuck you feel too good for him to hold back. green eyes dark and heavy when he watches it drip from your ruined cunt.

“so fucking tight, pretty girl.” suna grunts, clenching his teeth and grinding down into you, sinking into you even deeper and giving your clit the perfect amount of stimulation—the blunt head of his cock brushing against the spot inside of you that has your back arching from your place underneath him. his eyes are narrowed, tongue peeking out to lick his lips and allowing you to drink in every curse he whispers under his breath when you clamp around him for the nth time already. “t-that’s it, baby—shit, just like that.” suna’s voice is a husky rumble, your hands tangling in his hair pulling a deep moan from the man above you when he finally cums, choking out your name when he paints your inner walls with his seed—pulling back with a blissful smirk to admire the mess he’s made of your pussy before allowing the final few drops to streak along your clit. “look at that, baby—pretty as fuck.” suna breathes, eyes foggy as he watches his cum drip out your pussy before pushing it back in with two thick fingers, bringing the messy digits up to his mouth after as he licks them clean, so drunk on the taste of you both “we taste so fucking good, princess.”