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sugawara-sweetheart · 2 years
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babe i cannot stop thinking about stepbro eren who spoils his dumb little sister. he’s always in ur room, watching you pick out clothes and do ur makeup. loves when ur dolled up and ready to go out with historia n ymir cus you have no idea that he’s gna cum on your face and fuck ur throat instead. you call historia while he’s balls deep in ur cunt and tell her you cant make it <3 eren’s cock makin’ you even dumber thsn you already are <3 he loves his little bimbo bitch and loves ruining ur pretty makeup with cum too !
screaming crying cumming rn
warnings: stepcest, recording, some lil degradation, facefucking, all under cut, not proofread bc im tired and just a lil horny ngl
no but stepbro!eren who's a bit mean when your parents first marry. he's sarcastic and snarky but he always says everything with just a smirk tugging on his lips that's all you can think about. and besides, you're just a bit too dumb and starstruck by him to really get his snide remarks, to know that he's not just playing around when he grabs your ass in that tiny skirt or pinches your pebbling nipples through that thin top- you just giggle and squeal his name like the dumb pretty bitch you are <3
stepbro!eren that knows you're obsessed with pretty boys and dick and you love having one shoved down your throat that the first time your parents are away together he doesn't hesitate to corner you in the living room, pushing you to your knees and telling you to suck because that's what good girls do
stepbro!eren who reminds you that it's lucky you're hot because your head is empty, reminding you youre a dumb lil cutie when he's buried in your tight pussy, your eyes unfocused, babbling his name through your moans.
stepbro!eren who always sits at the end of your bed, watching you from the moment you get out of the shower in just that tiny lil towel. he chooses out your clothes for you, tells you you look like such a pretty slut when you have your makeup all done, lashes fluttering and that pretty lip gloss pout making him all hard
stepbro!eren that says now because you look so pretty he's all hard and it hurts and it's all your fault so you can't go out with historia and ymir till you've helped him! he just loves it when you sigh and roll your big doe eyes. ‘alright, eren! quickly!’ you’re so dumb you don’t realise you’re not going anywhere when you pepper the pink leaking tip with kisses
stepbro!eren who loves all the cute noises you make when he fucks your throat, one hand gripping your straightened hair, knowing he’s making it a mess. he loves calling you a messy slut, letting the tears and drool and precum make a mess on your face
stepbro!eren who tells you to smile at the camera as he starts to record you and you’re so dumb you just smile around his cock, panties getting damper by the second
stepbro!eren who answers the phone for you when historia calls because you’re late, forcing it to your ear as he pounds into your tight cunt, squelching filling the room as you stumble over your words, gasping as you tell her you don’t think you’ll be able to make it. he loves how he can hear her question you further but you’re already losing focus, whining as you can only gaze at eren with glossy eyes, so fucked out you can’t even respond to historia’s voice until eren finally snatches the phone back, ending the call as you moan out his name
stepbro!eren who only ever cums on your pretty face, loving seeing his release ruin your pretty makeup just to have you giggle, all lost in a haze as he slaps your messy cumstained cheek. “aw did i fuck my lil cutie dumb? is that head of yours even emptier?”
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sugawara-sweetheart · 2 years
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dilf!sugawara, who's so gentle with you, but can also be a bit condescending. handles you with such care and knows exactly what buttons to push. if you're being a little bratty, he'll have you in tears, overstimulating you. youre begging for him to stop, but his fingers keep thrusting into you, and eventually, he'll have you bouncing on his cock too... bonus points if he's your stepdad 🥴
-💜
warnings: cheating, stepcest, overstim, squirting, age gap, daddy kink, reader + her mum have a difficult relationship
sugawara who never really gets involved when you and your mother argue. he always stands at the side with a cup of coffee, watching the two of you scream at each other until finally your mother spits something- something usually along the lines of ‘i wish you were never born’ or ‘go live with your dad then’ and then she storms out of the house. and you go storming off to your bedroom and sugawara has to choose between the two of you. and he always chooses you.
he lets you sit on his lap in your bedroom as you cry about how much you hate your mother, how mean and controlling she is, even when you’re a legal adult now and sugawara listens so attentively, humming as he strokes your thighs and gropes your chest, peppering your neck and jaw with kisses. 
“i know, my sweet girl. it’s not fair, is it? shall daddy cheer you up?” you nod so eagerly, smiling as you nuzzle your face into his, loving his warm plush lips against yours, his stubble scratching against your skin. “but baby, you know you shouldn’t aggravate your mother. you know you shouldn’t give her attitude, it’s not nice, is it?” he slaps the inside of your thigh as you whine. 
“sorry, daddy.” you mumble. 
“i’ll have to punish you for that, you know that, right?”
and that’s how you end up with your legs spread over sugawara’s, squealing and almost crying as he fucks his fingers into you, fast and hard. his fingers curl at that sweet spot, you’ve already cum and you’re so close to another climax, his fingers and your thighs wet with slick. 
“t-too much- oh my god-” your back arches off the mattress as sugawara just hums contentedly, loving how your walls clamp around his fingers as he reaches to brush a tear off your hot cheek.
“you know, you should really try to get along better with your mother. then i could treat you instead of punishing you, hm, angel?” you’re nodding but you don’t really care what he has to say, not when you just need him to stop, need that tight coil in your stomach to be relieved. “i know you’re a good girl really, you just need to show it.” he presses a tender kiss to your forehead, cock twitching as he feels your walls tighten around him as you gasp, your fingers clinging to his wrist. he keeps going, even when you cry out, your juices spraying out, soaking his hand and the bedsheets below you. his lip curls, fingers finally leaving your abused cunt to slap against your puffy folds and throbbing clit. 
“aw, is my sweetheart okay?” he knows you’re not, not with your glossy eyes so vacant, your chest heaving with heavy pants. “you did so well for me, i think it’s time you get daddy’s cock.”
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sugawara-sweetheart · 2 years
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wait hear me out,,, sukuna corrupting religious y/n,,, 🥺
-💜
warnings: noncon, sacrilege, fingering, squirting, public sex, spitting, lil bit of degradation
sukuna who doesn’t care for coming to church- he doesn’t get religion, doesn’t care for it and doesn’t believe in it. he’s happy to go to hell, but he’ll definitely be dragging you down with him.
sukuna teasing you for being so devout and good! look at you in your long skirts looking like a prudish lil virgin and prayer beads twined around your hands, thanking the lord for this and that. he loves to come sit down next to you in church, spreading his legs so his thighs are pressed against yours, loving how you squirm and glower at him. sukuna who loves to trail a hand along your thigh, hearing you stammer over your prayers, the virgin mary’s glassy eyes cast over you. he loves to finally reach your cute cunt, dripping in your panties bc sweet lil virgins like you are so sensitive. and when you try to stammer out a protest, sukuna just clicks his tongue sharply.
“good godly women keep their mouths shut in the house of god.”
sukuna who fingers you brutally in the church seats, leaving you squirming and gasping as you try to clamp your thighs shut around his relentless hand. he calls you a ruined lil slut, who’ll never see the gates of heaven because she’s too busy getting defiled. sukuna who spits in your mouth, calling it a ‘holy cleansing’, who demands you call him god when he makes you cum around his fingers, juices squirting in a sticky mess as your legs tremble. sukuna who forces you down on your knees, commanding you pray to him and you serve him. sukuna who absolutely ruins you, gets you addicted to his cock so bad you don’t care for going church anymore when you can be on your knees for him instead.
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sugawara-sweetheart · 2 years
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ive been thinking of perv choso-nii. just, straight up disgusting and filthy choso who volunteers to do your laundry and jerks off to your underwear...........
warnings: incest, perv!choso, gn!reader
pervy choso nii whos just absolutely obsessed with his precious little sibling.
choso nii just starts off simple- cuddles to help you sleep, not minding how you fidget so much with your body pressed to his but because you fall into sleep so quickly wrapped in nii-san’s arms you don’t feel his stiffening cock pressed against your ass. choso nii who always to feed you, a sick smirk growing on his face when your lips wrap around his fingers, tongue lapping at the coarse pads of his fingertips.
choso nii who can’t quite stop himself from growing further and further. watching you in the bathroom through the misty steam of your shower. humping against your pillow, loving the fact you’ll be resting your pretty little head there every night unknowingly. insisting on doing your laundry just for the opportunity to steal your underwear, to bury his nose in it and breathe in your scent, fisting his cock to an orgasm. he loves to coat your underwear in white ropes of cum, smiling sickly as he just slips it back into your drawer. “all freshly washed.” he grins.
send me thirsts!!
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sugawara-sweetheart · 2 years
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Hi if it isn’t too much to ask, could you please do the whole yandere alphabet for Oikawa.
I love your blog sm😍
❣︎oikawa toru // yandere alphabet❣︎
letters: a-z
this alphabet belongs to @.dear-yandere
warnings: yandere, abduction, abuse, manipulation, implications of murder, starving, threats, dehumanisation, humiliation, mentions of: mindbreak, restrains, stalking + hacking, punishment and death
affection: how do they show their love and affection? how intense would it get?
oikawa’s love fluctuates- one day everything is perfect. he’s joyous and happy, he’s so loving towards you, smothering you with kisses and hugs, telling you you’re the best thing in his life, how every day is so much brighter since you got here, how there’s no world for him without you. he’ll treat you like an angel, feeding you your favourite foods and treating you so delicately. but it changes just as quickly as it comes and the next morning he can be cruel and mean, ignoring you, belittling you, mocking you and reminding you of how nobody even loves you, how nobody cares that he’s taken you, that he’s the only person you have left in your pathetic little life. 
blood: how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
very messy. he’s too driven and too ambitious for his own good that nothing will stand in his way. he’ll be ruthless taking down every threat, using whatever means he can and not feeling an ounce of sympathy. it’s almost sadistic, inhumane, the way he smiles triumphantly when the blood of your ex who threatened to thwart his plans paints the floor in red and he’ll bring home a severed finger like a trophy, telling you it’s proof of his love. who else would do this for you? 
cruelty: how would they treat their darling once abducted? would they mock them?
it’s almost like a source of joy. it’s heartless, the way he mocks you for your tears, scoffing and spitting at you at how pathetic you look, how stupid you are crying for help when nobody is ever going to come for you, nobody cares about you. he’ll be harsh, not just emotionally, but the way he manhandles you, fingernails piercing into your skin, his pinches sharp and tinged with pain, the way he grips your hair and yanks when you try to fight back. but the strangest thing is how he soothes you afterwards- how he cradles you and shushes your sobs gently, rubbing your back and reminding you to breathe, it’s just a panic attack, you’re okay, he’ll go get you some water. it’s jarring how he smiles so sweetly afterwards he’s broken you down, cupping your face and telling you how lucky you are to have him, how lucky you are that he loves you so much, that he’s the only one that’ll ever love you this much and this is why you can never leave him. 
darling: aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
one of oikawa’s favourite things to do is to mark you. he can easily restrain you when you to try to stop him- it’s easy to muffle your screams of protest and grip your wrists together in just one hand as he presses his lips to your skin, biting and sucking till an array of purpling bruises litter the sensitive skin of your throat and chest. he’ll tell you you look so pretty, even when your voice is cracked and eyes bloodshot from crying, from trying to stop him. he tells you you look so wonderful being all his, and by that time you can’t deny that his touch has induced a deep throbbing in your cunt that it isn’t entirely truthful to say you don’t want him. 
exposed: how much of their heart do they bare to their darling? how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
everything about oikawa seems like a facade. his smiles don’t quite reach his eyes and his words are too saccharine, too honeyed to feel genuine that nothing about him seems entirely real but when he’s all you know other than the same four walls of his basement, it’s all you can believe. it’s strange how much he insists he loves you, how much he cares for you and adores you that he needs to have you, he needs to own you when he doesn’t actually make himself vulnerable to you at all. after all, that would suggest this whole thing is equal, like you’re two lovers who respect each other- but you’re not oikawa’s lover. you’re his little pet to play with 
fight: how would they feel if their darling fought back?
a part of him would feel scorned but he’d also feel somewhat thrilled. this would be entertaining to him, seeing the utter hatred painted on your face, feel the pain of your teeth sinking into his flesh when you try to fight back, seeing the red scars when you scratch him and kick him- but he’d probably like it in the sense of bittersweet masochism. but he doesn’t want you to ever win. he’ll never let that happen, the mere idea of it striking so much fear into him, it’s the sort of thing that keeps him up at night. so oikawa will make sure to break you down so you can never fight back properly. 
game: is this a game to them? how much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
oikawa would not like it all. he doesn’t like feeling threatened and you trying to escape, no matter how successful or unsuccessful you are, is the biggest threat to him of all. he’ll be mean when you fail to escape, mocking you, scorned, forceful and rough with you, warning you to never fucking try that again. you’re lucky he’s being merciful- you know he can break both your legs?
hell: what would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
the worst experience has to be when oikawa’s in a bad mood. maybe he’s had a bad day at work or he just got out of the wrong side of bed or maybe he just feels like it but he won’t hesitate to take it out on you. ignoring you just for the fun of it, just to make you feel crazy as you sob for attention or for food or being vicious and nasty, spitting insults and threats at you, pulling your hair, leaving you chained up in a cold basement when usually at least he lets you upstairs. every single little problem of his becomes yours when he punishes you for it. 
ideals: what kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
oikawa hasn’t really considered what he’ll do with you eventually. he knows he won’t kill you- he doesn’t have the heart for that- but he isn’t sure how long he’ll keep you around for. a part of him wonders whether he’ll ever get bored, but then out of sheer pettiness he doubts he’ll ever let you go then. but currently, he wouldn’t mind for it to stay like this forever- you, his little pet by his side daily. maybe eventually you’ll stop crying.
jealousy: do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
oikawa gets incredibly jealous. he doesn’t like it when you think of another man that isn’t him. he pouts and whines if you call an actor on the television handsome and he’ll shut down and give you the silent treatment if you even dare mention an ex or a friend that he’s always suspected likes you. when iwaizumi’s around, he doesn’t let you speak to him- he doesn’t even like you to look at him. when he is jealous, he doesn’t hesitate to take it out on you, reminding you that nobody else loves you like he does, that nobody else wants you, only he does and you shouldn’t forget that. meanwhile to everyone else, he gloats and brags about you, making sure they know you’re only his. 
kisses: how do they act around or with their darling?
the way oikawa acts with you depends entirely on his mood. on good days, he’s actually nice company because he’ll hang out with you, not even feeling the need to touch you more than a kiss to your forehead. he’ll watch tv with you and paint your nails and whine about how much his boss overworks him and how mean iwaizumi is. on bad days however, oikawa is cruel. he’s mean and ruthless with his harsh words and even goes as far as ignoring you, letting you starve as you cry hopelessly.
love letters: how would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
initially oikawa would be nervous. he’s got enough of an inferiority complex that he’s sure you won’t love him, that you love someone else so the moment you’re sweet to him, oikawa’s rushing to make you his. he’s good at wooing you- he’s flirtatious and playfully teases you, knowing how to play with your hair or your pendant necklace to make you blush. he gives you attention and notices everything about you to make you feel special, pays you compliments and invites you out, painting himself as the perfect nice guy. 
mask: are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
oikawa thinks he’s a master of facades and pretences, playing the sweet doting boyfriend around others. however it’s always a bit too saccharine that people can read between the lines, they can see how you always squirm when he touches you and how his grip on your hand is a bit too tight. the insecurity that drips off him is indicative enough that he isn’t entirely secure about the two of you, his jealousy and pettiness clear. 
naughty: how would they punish their darling?
oikawa would punish you in a multitude of ways. small punishments aren’t the worse- a slap to the cheek or refusing you a meal, letting you sleep hungry. but other punishments can be worse- ignoring you for days on end till you feel insane and like you’ll die, destroying the small  number of belongings he’s bought for you, verbally abusing you, cutting your hair in humiliating ways- anything to dehumanise you. 
oppression how many rights would they take away from their darling?
oikawa wouldn’t take away all your rights. he’s a busy man who can’t be around you all the time and he’s not entirely used to someone relying on him a hundred percent of the time. rather, he just controls you. you can leave the basement (on his good days) and live in the house but he wants to control what you wear, what you eat, what you do. he’ll let you dress yourself and feed yourself and you can go out into the garden but you can’t leave the property without him. you can speak to him without being spoken to first but keep your tone pretty.
patience: how patient are they with their darling?
surprisingly oikawa’s quite patient. when he first abducts you, he doesn’t expect you to be okay. he knows it’s hard for you to adjust so he does give you time, he does let you lash out, he can’t apologise but he’ll try his best to make you feel better. however he doesn’t like his patience being taken advantage of so he’ll get angry and mean if he can sense you’re being rebellious for the sake of it. on bad days though, oikawa’s patience is next to nothing so be careful.
quit: if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
to the outside eye, oikawa would seem like he’s coping well. but only the sharpest could sense how badly he’s struggling; he’d never be able to fully let go of you. if you died, he’d feel mournfully betrayed. how could you leave this world without him? grief would paint his world grey, everything would remind him of you, of what could’ve been, of what beautiful future together had been snatched away. if you escapes, he’d be scorned, almost vengeful. his heart would weigh heavy with the anger that you’d left him, that you beat him and he’d never be able to forgive you nor could he ever forget you. he always hopes he’ll find you again, even if it’s just by glimpsing you on the street because once he has you again, he’ll never let you go. 
regret: would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
oikawa doesn’t feel guilty often. it’ll only be when it’s late at night after he’s badly punished you and he can hear you hiccuping in the quietness that his chest will twinge a little. he doesn’t feel guilty as such- no, you deserved it, but he feels a little ashamed of himself for acting like that, for making you feel like that. he wishes it could be another way, that you two could just be in love like normal. the only other times he’ll feel close to guilty is when iwaizumi comes around on the bad days and he sees how you’re gagged and shackled, how you’re crying and pleading silently, how you flinch when oikawa looks at you. iwaizumi gives him a smack around the head that’s hard enough that he starts to think maybe yes, there could be a better way to discipline you than this. 
stigma: what brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
being the best is hard and oikawa knows what it’s like to fail. he knows what it’s like to not be good enough, to be rejected, to fail at something you try so hard at and really, he hates it. he hates himself and he hates feeling alone and that’s why he’s like this over you- he’s scared to not have you, to not have you love him, to not be good enough for you. 
tears: how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
fear is the first thing oikawa feels when he sees you like this. it’s such an inhumane cry that falls from your lips that he’s always scared he’s gone too far and just broken you too bad when he sees you act like that. at first, he’ll try to make you feel better. he’s sweet and soothing and caring, just so tender and gentle but eventually he starts to think it’s gone too far and his patience will eventually wear down when he thinks you’re being excessive.  
unique: would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
surprisingly, oikawa would let you still be yourself. sure, you’re not allowed to leave him ever but once you’ve settled in a little oikawa will buy you things. he’s often busy so when he comes home he likes to see that you’ve cooked a nice meal or you’ve painted something or read a new book or wrote poetry- whatever you enjoy. he’ll also take you out- sure, you best not to scream or try to escape but shopping sprees and walks in scenic parks are nice. 
vice: what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
oikawa’s need to be better. don’t try to make him feel inferior- no, he’ll get defensive and just be a thousand times worse. but pleading with him, begging him that you’re in pain and things don’t need to be like this- if he’s sweeter, kinder, if you lets you live normally, you’ll be happy with him optionally. you can choose to love him, he just needs to let you because neither of you are really truly happy like this. eventually oikawa will start to ponder your words, wondering whether maybe he should offer to let you go because of course you’re going to choose to stay.
wit’s end: would they ever hurt their darling?
yes. both physically and emotionally. oikawa is erratic and impulsive over his emotions, often driven by pettiness. he won’t hesitate to hurt you, loving that sadistic thrill he gets knowing you’re in pain. 
xoanon: how much would they revere or worship their darling? to what length would they go to win their darling over?
oikawa will never openly worship you. in fact, to everyone else it seems he loves you a normal amount. but privately, he’ll be infatuated with you. he has photo albums on his phone filled with thousands of pictures of you, he’ll learn how to code just to hack into your laptop camera to watch you for hours on end, he’ll stalk you on his days off, write elaborate love letters he’ll never send, he’ll be consumed by you. 
yearn: how long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
oikawa would pine for years. you’ll never know how long he’s loved you for because he hides it so well but eventually he snaps and he can’t hold back. years of bottling his love has caused it to erupt when he’s suddenly obsessed. 
zenith: would they ever break their darling?
yes- but most likely accidentally. he goes too far after a punishment and suddenly you’re not the same anymore. he won’t like it- he hates it and hates himself for what he’s done, trying his best to fix you even though you’ll never be the same. though there are aspects he likes, such as the fact that you never fight back anymore but oikawa would miss you and he’d lie awake every night, holding you close as he wishes he could change back the clocks. 
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sugawara-sweetheart · 3 years
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𝔫𝔦𝔦 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔰𝔱 (𝔪)
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❥dabi x fem!reader
❥summary: dabi knows everything about his little imouto-chan, including how to make her cum
❥warnings: incest, degradation, pussy slapping, squirting, ruined orgasm, innocent reader
❥word count: 0.8k
❣︎anon: hi so my birthday is coming up on the 15th of this month and i was wondering if i could get either a dabi x little sister where he teaches her about herself (nsfw) or a yandere todoroki with a reader who’s developed stockholm syndrome for him please and thank you ! up to you and there will be no hard feelings if you don’t, i love your fics regardless :) mwah!
happy birthday, sweetheart! i hope you have an amazing birthday and plenty more to come! this may be a teeny tiny bit rushed and i deviated just a lil bit from your req but i hope you like it anyways. as for yandere shoto with a reader with Stockholm syndrome, ive already written a piece on that which you can find on my bnha dark masterlist <33
“nii-chan knows you better than you know yourself.”
dabi had told you those same words all your life. ever since you had been little kids and you’d known him by touya, when he’d told you no you didn’t want banana milk over chocolate milk and you don’t really like that bubblegum candy- you’re just trying to copy him and you’re lying that kakashi is your favourite character from naruto- he really knew you better than you knew yourself. and he was never wrong. it’s no wonder you’d still remained so attached to him, even after all these years he’d been gone. nii-chan really knows you best.
he knows what you’ve been doing. he can see it on your flustered face, the lust swimming in your darkened eyes and how you press your legs together hurriedly, swiping your sticky fingrs along your thighs when he enters the room. he can hear your little whines from the other side of the door, so desperate and needy. he knows you too well.
“are you still struggling?” you gasp at his words one night, but dabi just smirks, sliding an arm around the back of the headboard as he leans close to you. “are you still struggling to make yourself cum?” there’s a little pout on your lips and a small whine escapes you as you slide your hands between your legs, grinding your hips desperately against your hand as you cup your cunt through your leggings.
“nii-chan, p-please.” you whimper, widened begging eyes filling with tears. “need to cum so bad. please help me.”
it’s enough to make the blood rush to his cock as he inhales sharply, smelling the sweetness of your shampoo as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. you shiver as his lips graze your skin, hands gripping your waist as he pulls you towards him.
“take off your panties then.” you’re quick to pull down your leggings and panties in one go, strings of slick clinging from your damp folds to the soaked fabric of your panties, making dabi groan as he slides his fingers along your cunt. “you’re drenched. look at how sloppy this cunt is.” he can tell you’ve been at it for a while- how your hole flutters, how swollen your clit is, how you jerk and squirm with every sensitive touch.
“n-nii-chan- please- make me cum.”
he doesn’t hesitate to start swirling your clit, his fingers damp with your wetness as you sigh breathily, eyes fluttering shut whilst your head rolls back. slick squelches lewdly and dribbles down between your legs as he slides a finger into your hole, your quivering walls immediately clamping down tight as you moan.
“you’re so wet.” dabi growls as he pumps his fingers steadily. you squirm, legs trembling and you cling to his wrist as he fucks them faster into your hole, adding another to stretch out your tight walls. “and so desperate, look at you practically rutting against my hand. do you want to cum that bad?” you whine in response, wetness soaking dabi’s hand as he fingerfucks you hard and fast, his fingers reaching so much deeper than your own, hitting all those sensitive spots that make you squeal and squirm. “so pathetic.” your walls tighten around his fingers at the sharp hiss, dabi’s own cock twitching in the tight restrains of his pants. oh. he didn’t know you liked that. “pathetic, dumb little girl can’t even get herself off- she needs nii-chan to do everything for her right?” you nod eagerly, whining as you grind against his hand, nails piercing into the skin of his arm.
“yes! only n-nii-chan can help me.”
“that’s right.” he croons, mouthing a kiss to your jaw. “only nii-chan can make you cum.” his lips meet yours, desperate and messy and feverous as you whine into his mouth, letting him lick and slide his tongue against yours.
your walls squeeze tighter as he curls his fingers, stroking it forward against your spongy walls whilst you cry out, your body trembling and back arching. your cunt throbs around his fingers, soft pathetic whines of ‘nii-chan’ falling from your lips. “cum for nii-chan.”
“n-nii-chan- i’m gonna make a mess.” you whimper but dabi just fingerfucks you faster, his thumb pressing to your clit.
“then do it. make a mess with your sloppy cunt all over nii-chan’s hand. go on- cum.”
loud cries fall from your lips as you cum, wetness spraying from your cunt and drenching the bedsheets and his hand as he rips his fingers from your cunt, hand slapping against your clit repeatedly.
“nii-chan!” you look scandalised, jerking away from his touch as your legs shake and your skin feels hot as your cunt still throbs with need. “why-”
“aw, was that not enough?” he teases, hand reaching for the hem of your shirt. “guess then nii-chan will just have to make you cum again- properly this time on my cock.”
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❥oikawa tōru x fem!reader
❥summary: your new husband, oikawa toru, is the epitome of hell
❥warnings: forced marriage + abusive parents, forced isolation, yandere-ish and controlling behaviour, emotional abuse, dubcon/noncon, ill-prepped sex + blood, sacrilege, breeding kink + babytrapping *if i have missed any please let me know!!!!!
❥word count: 3.2k
your funeral dress is your wedding dress. a white gown that should be black, a bouquet of bright flowers that should be wilted roses, the knife slicing into the cake that should be cutting right through your heart and a forced watery smile and happy tears that should be mourning sobs as you feel every last fighting part of your soul collapse.
you should’ve known it was coming. it’d been your reality for months leading up to it, coming to terms with the darkness enclosing in on you. the first time you saw his face it was a photograph on your mother’s phone, a little smile on her face.
“this is him. isn’t he handsome? you’re a lucky one.” you can’t deny that he isn’t. tall with an athletic build, warm brown eyes and silky hair, skin bronzed from the Argentinian sun. he was supposed to be every girl’s dream- a star volleyball player with a luxurious home, paparazzi and journalists clinging to his every word, sponsorships and photoshoots and a charming character everyone glorifies.
but not you. maybe it was his superficial smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes or the heavy instinctual twinge that settled in you when you stared at his face, but you didn’t like this man. the very sight of him made your stomach turn and as you turned to your parents with pleading eyes, you begged. anyone. anyone else- you didn’t care about money, about their job, about them but as long as it wasn’t this man sending shivers down your spine. but they refused. badly. angry snarls and bitter words burned in your ear, heavy threats and viciousness that you were really left with no choice. the only thing you could do was hold back your stinging tears as you forced yourself to read sports magazines and articles till your teary eyes were sore and bloodshot, trying to pretend that you could love this man. that you could force a lifelong commitment of marriage, be his wife. the woman he’d lie in bed with at night, the one he woke up with, the one he was going to be intimate with but also show to the world. he was the man whose kids you’d be forced to bear, who you’d be bound to for life.
the first time you meet him is on your wedding day. oikawa tōru.
he’s the perfect charm, but in between the ceremony, the speeches and the dance you don’t get to speak to him alone till you’re in the hotel room. your wedding gown is stiff, the corset cinching your waist till it’s painful, the lace sleeves beginning to itch and a thick lump resides in your dry throat as you settle at the end of the bed. how superficial is this glorious honeymoon suite of a luxurious hotel with the baskets of fruit and chocolate, the complementary champagne with the congratulatory greetings card. all fake. all a facade concocted by your parents and oikawa- and how he’s able to smile at you so sweetly as he loosens the tie of his tuxedo, like none of this is wrong, utterly confuses you.
“you must be tired.” his smile is all wrong, even the little crinkle in his eyes, his saccharine voice. it makes your blood run cold and you want nothing more than to curl up in on yourself, to get away from him as much as possible. but you can’t. he’d find you, or your parents would find you and drag you back. there’d be nowhere to go. no escape. “would you like me to help you undress?” he steps forward but stops suddenly when you raise your hands in protest, a look of surprise etching on his face.
“i can undress in the bathroom.” is all you say as you walk across to the hotel suite away from him.
you inhale sharply, locking the bathroom door and pressing yourself against it, wishing there was more than two inches of wood separating you and that man you’re forced to call your husband. shivers run down your spine as you gaze at yourself in the mirror. y/n oikawa. you’re his now. you stare at the unfamiliar figure until tears blur your vision too much and you can’t see yourself anymore.
you stop in the doorway when you return to the main suite, your throat growing dry as you stare at oikawa lying on the bed. he beams at you, eyes sparkling as he takes in your figure and you’re suddenly feeling too exposed in the silk nightdress your mother prepared.
“come on,” he smiles, winking cheekily as he pats the space next to him. “i don’t bite.” your legs shake as you stalk towards the bed, swallowing at its size. you’d never thought that a spacious king-sized bed would be too small, too suffocating when you have oikawa staring at you, a strange gleam in his eye that gives you a harsh sense of unease.
you’re tense when you lay down and oikawa props himself up, smiling as he rakes his eyes over you. it’s horribly scrutinising- it’s like being under a microscope as he picks you apart with just his sugared smile, orbs narrowing and his smile seeming so wry.
“you’re a very beautiful woman.” he finally speaks. it sounds like a lie. so horribly sweet it’s sickly and you have to resist the urge to flinch when he reaches out to twine a stray lock of hair around his finger. “i’m so happy i chose you.” your mouth tastes sour and your body feels icy as he releases your hair, trailing a finger down your throat, along your collarbone. he hooks it under the flimsy strap of your dress and that’s when you can’t control the panicked squeal that escapes you.
“please. n-not tonight.” oikawa looks half surprised, half stunned at the sudden bout of emotion you release.
“fine.” he smiles, but it doesn’t fill you with relief when he releases your strap, grazing his finger back along your collarbones and throat. it lingers too long on your neck, his brown eyes piercing into you and your stomach drops when you realise he’s not looking into your eyes.
you finally realise why you feel so uneasy when he stares at you.
he looks at you like you’re prey.
it’s anxiety-inducing, living with oikawa tōru. even after the honeymoon when you finally return to his home, you’re in a constant state of unease. you don’t seem to be able to sleep well, staring at the dark ceiling for hours with your body tense, even way after oikawa’s breathing falls slow and steady. your appetite has dissipated, your tightly-knotted stomach now churning with nausea and every time you hear that silky, saccharine voice and feel his coarse fingers tracing along your shoulders- his favourite way to make his presence known- you can’t help but start, heart pounding against your rib cage. you’re certain he’s noticed- his eyes are sharp and perceptive- but a part of you wonders whether he enjoys it, whether his wide smile is out of sick entertainment.
but he isn’t a bad husband, which seems to confuse you the most. it’s strange living in a new country with the hot sun beating down on you, unfamiliar language surrounding your ears and no friends or family for company. the only person you have is oikawa, and he knows it. his hand grips yours tight whenever you leave the house, and it only ever is with him. he talks a lot but he never tells you the important things. he doesn’t tell you important words you may need to know like ‘help’ or ‘police’ or ‘phone’ but instead laughs when you ask about them, waving a dismissive hand. he points out the best department store for the finest clothes and makeup but raises an eyebrow when you ask where the closest train station is, amusement glimmering in his eyes.
“and why would you need to know that when i’m here, y/n?” he taps the tip of your nose and a sour taste lingers in your mouth as you hold back the nasty words you want to spit at him. how humiliating.
oikawa becomes all you know. your day is empty spent in a luxurious home, looking beautiful in the pretty yet stiff clothes your husband buys you, painting your face in the makeup he fills your draws with yet you have nothing to do. the maids who clean your home and leave the food in the fridge don’t look at you as they work and the gardener barely gives you a second glance, leaving you feeling invisible with only your alienated thoughts filling your mind. the silence is deafening yet lonesome, that when the front door slams shut and you hear oikawa’s footsteps against the marble hallway floor, you’re rushing to greet him with your cheeks burning.
you’re never happy to see him. no, your life would be a thousand times better if he hadn’t ever been forced into it, but you still run like a dog at a bell whenever he comes home from a long day of training, his tanned skin and brown locks wet with sweat.
“tōru!” you breathe, and hearing his soft voice, his sadistic chuckle, breaks the suffocating silence you’re confined to. maybe he enjoys it. maybe he enjoys seeing your face lighten up with human contact because when he opens his arms and pouts his lips to press a kiss to your forehead you don’t resist.
but he’s not your husband because you want him to be. just when you think you’re okay with him insisting on kissing your cheek or feeding you the fruits he bought home from the market or pulling you into his arms when you’re watching a television show in a language you don’t understand but he knows perfectly, your skin crawls and you remember that you hate him.
your voice cracks on the first phone call home back to your mother. her cheery, almost proud voice rings in your ears, not knowing she was part of the reason why you feel so numb, so broken and so trapped.
“mum, i don’t like it here.” you tell her quietly, playing with the thick telephone cord. “please let me come home. i don’t like him.” she laughs at you, an awkward titter that has tears stinging your eyes. you’re tired.
“give it some time, you just need to adjust. stop being ungrateful.” she scoffs and you can imagine her rolling her eyes, her tone mocking like she’s speaking to a child. “he’s a good man.”
an icy coldness runs over your tensed body when you hear the shuffle in the doorway and you turn to lock eyes with oikawa. his brown orbs look so dark, his brow furrowed slightly and even though a smile stretches across his face, it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
“ah, y/n-chan,” he beams. “tell your mother i said hi.”
oikawa isn’t quite the same after that day. if it didn’t already feel like a noose was hanging around your throat, it definitely felt tighter, like the life was being squeezed from you. suddenly oikawa is everywhere, weighing down on you but it’s heavy, oppressive, cruel. you can expect your phone to call every hour, the picture of himself he set on your phone flashing up on the screen like clockwork with the same mindless questions. he knows you have nothing to do, no one to speak to, no life except the moment he gets home and infests your space with his existence. but he was sweet before, even if it still made you shudder. now he was nasty.
disapproval is etched on his face as he watches you get ready in the morning, your hand shaking as you apply lipstick when you see his eyes pierce into you in the reflection of the mirror. it makes your heart race, cold sweat dampening your palms as your stomach churns in anticipation from what words would fall from his lips.
“red lipstick makes you look like a whore. i don’t want people thinking my wife is a slut.” he spits. you don’t hesitate to wipe it off.
there’s always more. humiliating you with harsh jokes and only speaking in spanish when you meet his teammates, leaving you alienated as you try to cling to their words, try to laugh along when they sneer and chuckle at you, oikawa’s laugh always ringing the loudest. chastising in a cruel, sneering tone over the simplest of things leaves you anxious and wary, hands trembling whenever you intend to do just the slightest, most natural of things because you’re aware of his heavy gaze piercing into you, scrutinising you for faults, leaving you scared almost for whatever harsh words will be spat from his lips this time. your comfort was little before, being forced into being the wife of a stranger you didn’t want in your life, but now all of that had been diminished. you aren’t just unfortunate now. you’re trapped.
“i bet you feel so lonely here.” his words cut through the silence one day, eyes fluttering open and locking onto yours. and with his head in your lap, your fingers forced to run through his hair like a puppet doll, you can’t look away, you can’t ignore him or the smirk tugging at his lips. “having no friends, no family, no one except me.” he chuckles but you’re not sure what’s the funny bit. “your parents don’t call much do they? and your friends forgot about you when you left japan?” he shakes his head a little, eyes sparkling with cold amusement. “you really don’t have anyone to care about you except me, right?”
your throat tightens as his words ring in your mind and you realise he’s right. it doesn’t matter if you hate him, if you feel sick and trapped and hopeless when looking at him and his cruel smile, you really do have no one but him. there’s nothing to do but be his.
the scent of vanilla hangs heavy in the bedroom, orange candlelight illuminating but it’s anything but romantic or peaceful when you’re pinned onto the mattress. oikawa’s legs are on either side of your body, trapping you in with his hands pressed against your shoulders. it hurts, his nails pierce into your skin and your throat is tight, barely being able to breathe in the warm, thick, perfumed air that lingers.
“i’ve waited long enough.” he groans, slowly rocking his hips against you. your silk nightdress is bunched at your waist, your fingers gripping the cloth as his stiff, hard cock glides against your folds. you can’t deny that you’re getting wetter, each brush along your cunt building sensitivity as you shudder. oikawa looks drunk, his eyes growing heavy-lidded and cheeks flushing with a pink glow, a brief smile tugging at his lips between breathy sighs. “you’re my wife. this is right.” it stings when he pinches your chin and traces his fingers on the soft skin of your face before his lips meet yours.
it’s the first time you’ve kissed him. his lips are too much and you cringe at the feeling of his tongue sliding against yours, forcing itself between your lips and invading your mouth. you mewl, but it’s laced with discomfort as your back arches off the bed, but you have nowhere to go with oikawa weighing you down. “my sweet wife.” he purrs, resting his wet lips agsinst yours and curling his fingers around your throat.
“tōru,” you hiss when his cockhead meets your entrance, your sweating hands gripping the cloth of your nightdress tighter, heart thumping against your ribcage. “w-wait-”
“be a good wife to me, y/n-can.” it sounds sweet, like a gentle plead but his fingers tightening around your throat and the cockhead almost nudging into your hole gives you no choice. “God of creation, in the beginning, You told adam and eve to be fruitful and to multiply and to have dominion over the animals here on earth.” a shaky cry falls from your lips as he slowly slides the weeping head of his cock into your tight hole. it burns, the stretch stinging even with the first couple of inches and your walls clamp tight, a distressed groan escaping. his hand releases your throat, the skin pulsating and bruised, to travel down to your chest, pinching your nipples sharply through the thin fabric, making you wince. “father, i pray that in our marriage we continue to be fruitful and multiply.” his words ring in your ears, sounding so distant like your head has been plunged underwater. it burns, his cock forcing itself into your cunt and ripping through the flesh as deep groans fall from his lips. “let us do this physically with children who are blessings that come from You.” his fingers pinch your nipples harder, pain rushing through you. your throat tightens. the tears are hot streaming down your face. “let us also do this spiritually by birthing ministries that You have called us to birth and by making disciples that You have selected.” his moans are heavy gasps, eyes rolling to the back of his head when he sheaths the last few inches of his throbbing length into your tight pussy, his chest pressed against yours and his breath hot and heavy as it ghosts your lips. “a-amen.” orange candlelight orbs and his brown eyes glimmer through your tears as he grips your face, tugging it to face him as your cunt aches with the searing pain. “say it, sweet girl.”
“a-amen.” his lips press against yours, swallowing the weeps that fall from your lips as he starts to rock his hips into you.
the pain never fully dissipates. scarlet bleeds out onto the pristine bedsheets, dyed in the candlelight. his shadow flickers on the walls as he fucks into you, chanting your name with deep groans and heavy-lidded eyes rolling to the back of his head, harsh fingertips pinching and swirling your clit. your bloodied, torn walls cling tight to his cock, your own moans muffled as you bite your trembling bottom lip, trying to bury your face into the pillow as he pounds into you but there’s no evading his hungry kisses or the bites he traces down your throat.
“cum for me.” he coos and you shudder as his tongue darts out to lick up the silvery tears that roll down your cheeks. “cum for me right now.”
beaten down into submission. his wife. your orgasm is forced from you, bloodied slick drooling from your pussy as he swallows your moans, his hips snapping against yours faster and groaning as your walls clench around him.
“i’ll give you my cum.” he murmurs against your hot, bruised skin. “i’ll fill up your pussy with my cum, make you nice and swollen with my child. then you’ll always be mine.”
you cry out when his cum floods your pussy, so deep and warm and sticky, filling you up entirely as you whine. your hands tremble as you lift your dress, horrified to see the pink globules dribbling down your thighs when he pulls out.
you’re frozen when he lies beside you, wrapping his arms around your shaking body and pressing tender kisses to your shoulder. “you’re such a sweet wife to me.” he murmurs. “i’ll never let you go.”
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❥shigaraki tomura x fem!reader
❥warnings: incest, noncon somnophilia, dry-humping, mentions of thigh-fucking + masturbation, degradation, humiliation, drunk!reader, misogyny + slut-shaming
❥word count: 3.6k
❣︎note: i had this written up a while ago but because it’s tomura’s bday here’s a fic🥳i think she deactivated but thank you to @.koiibito for helping me with the ideas for this fic. i miss her </3 but happy birthday shigaraki!!
it was always just you and him. y/n and tomura- there wasn’t a need for anyone else. family, friends, associates- nobody else mattered because all shigaraki knew was that he had you, and you only had him. it was pretty much an ego boost to be the centre of your world. nothing mattered in comparison to him, the sun and the stars and the moon didn’t shine as bright compared to him, your precious little otouto.
until it changes. shigaraki isn’t sure when it did, but the realisation came too late when you stumbled into the abandoned bar just a mere hour away from sunrise. you’d stumbled against the wooden door, giggling into the sleeve of your coat as shigaraki watched you with his crimson eyes, taking in your dishevelled hair, the lipstick smeared across the corners of your swollen lips, the purple bruises scattered down your throat, disappearing under the low neckline of your tiny bodycon dress. he hadn’t spoken to you for a week after that and his neck had bled from how he’d clawed at it. but you didn’t care. you didn’t clean up the little scars he’d itched onto his own throat or give him a sweet kiss on the cheek and tell him to stop worrying so much, you just simply went out at nightfall and returned in the early hours of the morning, drunk and high on pleasure again and again.
to put it simply, you’d become a slut. his precious, pure, kind neechan is a slut, shigaraki decides as he stares at your sleeping form sprawled across the bed. you’d passed out as soon as it seems; makeup still painted on your face, mascara smudged and lipstick smeared across your chin, your tiny little dress riding up your thighs enough to reveal the tiny lacy thong that he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from. there’d been a strong smell of alcohol clinging to you when you came in, and he clearly saw the hickeys along your neck when you’d plastered drunken kisses over his cheeks, a bit too close to his lips pressed in a grim line. what had you been up to?
you’re too deep in sleep to stir when he sits at the end of the bed beside you, gazing at you carefully. he could almost see it- see the stranger who you’d knelt for, batting your lashes as he took out his cock. you must’ve been such a whore you must’ve been moaning when he shoved his cock down your throat, fucking your face as tears ran down your cheeks and drool spilled from your lips. you probably let him simply slide your panties to the side, let him stroke your wet folds to feel how fucking soaked you were, let him swirl your clit and fuck you, biting and sucking hickeys along your throat, groping your tits fuck-
sheer hot, red anger floods shigaraki as he stares at you. you look so innocent, so carefree as you sleep but he knows that’s all a lie. that you’re disgusting and cheap and you’ll do anything to have a cock down your throat or in that cunt of yours, and he hates you for it. why do you need so much attention from men? you were desperate for it, always joking around with dabi and mr. compress and you were proud of it- he’d heard you telling toga all about your secrets on how to charm men because you’d know exactly how to do so. you’re such a stupid, needy, attention-seeking bitch and he hates it.
or maybe it’s jealousy. maybe his own imagination has spurred him on too much because shigaraki can’t push away the visceral images of you getting fucked in some back-alley behind a club, your dress hiked up to your waist and legs wrapped around some stranger’s waist, moaning into his mouth as he kisses you messily and slick dribbling down your thighs as you let him fuck your pussy. he hates the thoughts- but he can’t push them away, not as blood rushes to his cock and he can feel it harden in his pants. he gazes at you again, taking in your peacefully sleeping face, your tits pushed up in that padded bra and the curve of your plush ass- it’ll serve you right. you’ll never know and it’ll serve you right to be used by your otouto, to make you into a disgusting, sick little pervert.
you don’t move as he crawls into bed beside you, slotting his body against yours. you’re warm and soft, smelling of alcohol and your peach body wash mixed together, familiar enough for shikagaraki’s eyes to flutter shut as he inhales it in deeply. your chest rises and falls with your slow, steady breathing, body still and warm as he slides an arm around your waist, pushing you flush against him. a small groan falls from his lips as he feels the softness of your ass pressing against his crotch- his dick is hardening, growing stiffer against the tight restrains of his pants and a low soft moan escapes him as he slowly starts to grind his hips against you. you don’t move. nothing. it’s the perfect chance for him to continue as he starts to rut against you faster, the layers of fabric providing friction to rub his hard, sensitive cock against. warm pleasure runs through him, permeated with a sick thrill. this is what you deserve, his dumb, attention-seeking nee-san who thinks she can get away with being a whore, with going out every night with random men and acting like he doesn’t exist. this is what you deserve, to be used by your little brother in a sick, disgusting way.
shigaraki groans as he buries his face into your hair, your soft strands smelling so much of you as it tickles his face. you’re so warm as he presses his hardened cock into you, rubbing it against your ass faster, the bed shaking slightly against the headboard as the coil in his stomach grows tighter and tighter- and it snaps. his moans are muffled in your hair as he climaxes, hot cum spurting out into a sticky mess in his boxers, the front of his pants darkening as he gasps.
and you’re still sleeping without a care in the world of how sordidly you’ve been used. of course-  shigaraki knew you’d like this.
it only seems to encourage him more. it’s so easy when you’re so deep in sleep from your regular night-outs that the moment your head hits the pillow you’re fast asleep, a small, peaceful smile painted on your face as shigaraki watches you from the doorway. your chest heaves with every slow breath and your dress always rides up, tits pushed up that he’s already palming himself as he creeps towards your bed. and it seems with every high he needs more and more. rutting against you in his sweatpants till he’s creaming them soon turns into him tugging them down, spitting on the palm of his hand and groaning lowly as he strokes his cock. you don’t stir as he pumps his dick to your sleeping body, not even when he tugs down your dress enough for your pretty tits to pop out, nipples pebbling in the cool night air. and when he’d gotten tired enough of that, he easily moved on to more. guilt became dull when he’d started to ignore it enough- after all, morality is just a myth. and the ugly heaviness in his chest that made his skin crawl was easily overpowered by the pure euphoria flowing through him at sliding his cock between your soft thighs, fucking the smooth skin and feeling the warmth of your cunt glide over his stiff cock, the growing wetness warm against his veiny skin, to bury his moans into your body and spurt cum all over your skin, leaving it to dry into hardened crust by morning. your sleepy whines were always so cute, little sighs and the corners of your lips twitching as shigaraki used your body, as he pinched your swelling clit and your sensitive nipples- but you never stirred, too lost in the abyss of sleep, lost in dreamworld. maybe your dreams were just as perverse as reality- that you were only getting wetter because your mind was filled with the image of your little otouto using you, of keeping you to himself, because you’d like that, wouldn’t you?  
and you’re none the wiser. you wake a hazy, groggy mess, giving shigaraki a sleepy smile as you’re making your morning coffee whilst he watches you with a gleam in his crimson eyes.
“did my little otouto sleep well?” you coo, pinching his cheeks and pressing a kiss to them which makes him scoff as he shoves you away, toga and dabi trying to hold back their snickers.
“what about you, nee-san? did you sleep well?” your smile is so innocent, so unsuspecting as shigaraki’s lip curls under his mess of blue locks.
“i slept like a log. best sleep i’ve ever had in a long time.” his cock throbs with the thrill as he watches you pour your coffee and sigh as you take the first sip. you know nothing- know nothing of how your lewd little brother uses you to get off, how he fucks between your thighs, gliding his cock along your cunny and drools all over your hardened nipples till he creamed all over you, how you probably still have his sticky cum clinging to the inside of your thighs underneath those sweatpants, how you’d mewled and sighed as he used you without your knowledge. how disgusting you were. how sinful and degenerate and gross you are.
but the thing with vices is that they’re addictive.
shigaraki releases a low groan as he slides into your bed. you’d come home earlier tonight, still smiling lopsidedly as you stumbled through the bar, pressing yourself into him in a hug with your chest squished against his.
“my little tomura,” you’d giggled sleepily, locking your arms around his neck as you kissed his cheek. “you’re such a sweet little brother.” he’d taken you to bed before you’d passed out in his arms, your eyelids drooping and by the time he’d pulled the bedsheets over you, you’re fast asleep. your chest heaves with your slow, deep breathing, a peaceful smile grazing your lips as your eyelids flutter with fantasy dreams. peaceful. and still. it makes his cock throb.
you don’t stir as he peels off your tiny little dress, the cool air making your skin prickle with goosebumps and your nipples pebble, before he reaches for your skimpy little panties. entirely naked- the sight makes him inhale sharply, his stiff cock hardening more than he thought possible in his sweatpants as he ruts his hips against your thighs. you’re completely still as he leans close to your face, a slight twitch apparent when his blue hair tickles your cheek but you smell so soft, even after a night-out surrounded by alcohol, by gross disgusting men sweating all around you. he could see it right now- how you’d been such a cheap whore, kissing strangers, letting them grope you through your clothes, letting them grind their cocks against your ass. what other dirty things had you done? but never mind that, shigaraki thinks as he brushes your hair out of your face, his eyes lingering on those plump lips of yours, painted with lipstick. it’s nothing compared to the way he was using your slutty body, the way he was ruining you in the most perverse, degenerate ways and like the dirty whore you are, you like it.
your lips taste of alcohol when he presses his to them, kissing you for the first time. but they’re addictive, making him groan against you as he grips your jaw, prising it open enough to be able to force his tongue through. he licks along your still tongue, against your mouth and in your sleep you barely make a sound as he makes you a drooling mess, finally pulling away for your red lipstick to be smeared across the corners of your lips, lips swollen and wet.
“dirty slut.” shigaraki mutters. your mouth is open, enough for him to stretch it out further with two fingers against your tongue. you start to salivate already, his fingertips growing wet with your drool before he spits, the wet globule landing down the back of your throat. you cough slightly, still lost in sleep and it makes the corners of his lips curl into a dark smile. “fuck, you’re filthy. aren’t you?” he pulls his wet fingers from your mouth, ghosting them down your skin which pebbles with goosebumps, a little shudder pulled from your sleeping form, till he reaches your nipples.
a soft mewl falls from your lips as he pinches them, gritting his teeth as his dick throbs in the tight restrains of his pants, and your sleeping face relaxes as he begins to rub them. slow at first and he knows even though through your sleep, you’re sensitive still. so responsive, it makes disgust leach into him.
“you’ll take any chance to be used, huh?” he murmurs, lowering his face to your chest. “you love being a whore this much?” he groans a little as his lips wrap around the other bud, sucking and flicking his tongue over it whilst you groan, a little crease appearing between your brows as you twitch. you’d never been this responsive before- but after all, this is the first time shigaraki’s using you so much. and yet all your little noises, your little movements- you love this. you love your gross little brother touching you in such perverse, degenerate ways.
he releases the bud with a wet pop, travelling down your body to push your legs apart, revealing your cunt. he’d played with it plenty, but never once actually used it and the anticipation was making him desperate already, a groan stuck in his throat as he begins to rut against you. his hand trembles as he reaches out for it, fingertips tapping against your swelling clit at first before sliding down to your folds. it isn’t hard to pick up on the wetness slickening his fingertips or the little sigh that falls from your lips as he strokes your pussy, your head turning on the pillow with a soft moan.
“fucking slut.” he hisses. still fast asleep, you groan as he slides a finger into your tight little hole. your walls clamp down hard, wetness growing as he pumps it. “your whore cunt’s getting wet already and i’ve only put a single finger in it. how greedy are you?” he still adds a second, fucking them faster whilst his thumb presses to your clit, your face contorting through your sleep. your walls grow tighter, clinging to his fingers as he curls them, rubbing along those deep spongy walls, watching carefully as your slick dribbles down his hand. “do you like your otouto touching you this much? is your little brother better than all those men who you whore out this slutty cunt to?” his fingers thrust hard but he knows you won’t wake- you never do, too drunk to even stir as he uses you as he pleases. in that sense, you’re the best nee-san- the best, dumb, slutty nee-san he could ever wish for. “you’re creaming already- god, you’re disgusting.”
wetness seeps down his hand as your throbbing walls convulse around him, soft mewls permeated with sleep falling from you as your legs quiver slightly. he fucks his fingers into your cunt through your climax, wondering if reality is bleeding into dream. are you thinking of him? is your mind filled with him spreading your legs, fucking your dirty pussy whilst you moan for him?
shigaraki’s hand is drenched in strings of your slick when he pulls his fingers from your cunt, your hole fluttering with the sensitivity of your orgasm. he groans at the feeling of the hot fluid on his skin, not waiting any longer to rip down his sweatpants and wrap his wet fingers around his stiff length. he moans as he strokes it, rubbing the red, leaking tip as he lays down beside you, hooking an arm under your leg and pulling it to his chest, leaving your wet cunt exposed.
“fuck- it’ll be a miracle if this sloppy, whore cunt is even tight anymore.” he grunts as he slides his cock along your folds, cockhead nearing your entrance before he sheaths it in, slow and deep. warmth envelopes his dick, your tight walls clamping around him, your body shuddering at the sensitivity as his nails pierce crescents into your thigh, his hips stuttering as he resists the urge to fuck into you as his cock throbs, filling up your cunt entirely. you’re so tight, so warm and wet it makes him groan as his eyes roll to the back of his head, savouring the feel of his nee-san’s pussy fluttering around his cock.
“dirty slut.” it���s a low hiss, permeated with a moan, when shigaraki rocks his hips into you, fucking you slow and deep. your walls quiver around him with each thrust, little, quiet, sleepy moans falling from you as he fucks into you. “you love having your little brother fuck you? you like having your disgusting slutty cunt used?” he scoffs as your walls clench around him, making him groan as warm pleasure floods through him, his cock pounding into you faster, rubbing against your spongy walls, the long prominent vein and the curve hitting those deep, sensitive spots.. “you’re disgusting- a stupid, degenerate whore getting all wet from her brother using her. you’re this greedy for cock you’ll take anyone’s, won’t you?” his moans are choked in his throat, mind hazy as all he can focus on is the pleasure as he drives his dick into you that he doesn’t even register your movement till he feels the gentle fingers caressing his dampening cheek.
shigaraki freezes as his eyes meet yours, wide and open. his heart pounds as he stops his thrusts, his cock still buried deep in your cunt as you raise your brows, lips pursed as you take in how he holds your legs open, how he’s fucking you before you blink slowly.
“tomura?” his cheeks burn and no words can form from his lips as all he can still focus on is the feeling of your warm cunt pulsating around his throbbing dick, even when hot tears sting his eyes. “aw, tomura, what’s wrong?” you’re smiling and it angers him more, a scorned hiss escaping him as the embarrassment leaches into him. “are you embarrassed because you got caught fucking nee-san’s cunny? it’s okay-” you’re cooing and giggling at him like he’s a child, pinching his cheek and cupping it tenderly. “nee-san feels good, don’t i? that’s why you’re so hard-” you moan- sinful and loud and euphoric- as he resumes driving his hips into you, his cheeks hot with the wet tears streaming from his crimson eyes, his grip tightening into a bruising hold onto your leg.
“shut up.” he growls. “you’re a- you’re a fucking whore.” you’re moaning unrestrained, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he fucks you, the lewd sounds of slick squelching and skin slapping against skin filling the room. he can feel your wetness dribble down his cock, down your thighs. “you’re so disgusting.”
“mm, and you’re the one fucking me. you’ve been doing this for ages, taking advantage of your drunk nee-san in her sleep. it’s okay,” you smile at the bitterness on his face, moaning sinfully when he slams into you harder. the bed rattles against the wall, his cockhead almost bruising your cervix. “i know you’re a dirty otouto. a gross, degenerate, little pervert- it’s okay, nee-san still loves you. it’s okay, you can kiss me.” he hates that his cock throbs between your wet, gummy walls but he grips your face as he kisses you, wet and messy with his tongue thrashing against yours, drool spilling from the corners of your connected kips as he continues to still fuck into you. your hand snakes down your body, your hot, breathy moans melding with his deep groans as you rub your clit, walls tightening around his dick.
“tomura- tomura- that’s it- right there! make nee-san cum!” your back arches as you cum, walls squeezing tighter as wetness gushes from you and it feels euphoric for shigaraki, his groans loud as he rocks his hips faster, pushing himself to his own orgasm. the tears are bitter and stinging in his eyes, shame and humiliation hanging heavy in his chest as he feels nothing but scorn but your warm, tight cunt feels so good, milking his cock. “cum for nee-san, tomura.” you coo, brushing his blue locks out of his face. “go on, i know you want this. you’re a sick, nasty boy, aren’t you? you want to cum deep inside your nee-san’s cunt, right?”
“shut up, you stupid cumslut.” he growls, reaching over your body to slap his hand against your pussy, making you gasp as your body jerks, walls clenching tight around his twitching cock. he moans, heavy and loud, when he cums, his warm sticky release flooding your cunt as he ruts into you till he’s spent, panting and oversensitive with his body twitching before he pulls away. his skin is damp with sweat and he can barely meet your eyes as you lie naked on the bed, panting with a smile tugging at your lips.
“little tomura’s all grown up now.” you taunt as you reach for his softening cock, rubbing the sensitive head whilst he whines at the oversensitivity, gripping the bedsheets whilst you laugh. “you wanted to make nee-san all yours this bad?” he hates how humiliated he feels, but he can’t stop his cock from growing hard again when you sit up, kneeling to his crotch and darting your tongue out to lap at his cum-stained dick.
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sugawara-sweetheart · 3 years
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𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯 (𝔪)
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❥sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader
❥summary: cousin sakusa has missed you so much
❥warnings: dubcon/noncon, incest, humiliation, degradation, spitting, hair pulling, marking
❥word count: 3.1k
your brother has always been more family-orientated than you are. family makes him happy, seeing the familiar faces all linked by blood and love joyous and well together, creating and sharing happy memories.
you just wish you could’ve felt the same.
komori’s birthday brings you anxiety. your stomach churns as you stand awkwardly in the hallway between your older brother and your mother, kissing your aunties and hugging uncles, grinning at your cousins you’ve not seen in so long. you’re waiting, your stomach turning with a nauseating sickness engulfing you. would he even come? surely he was too busy these days- you’d seen his face on magazines and billboards, on the television with his black onyx eyes boring into the screen, piercing into you with a horrible darkness you’d know you’d never be able to escape. maybe he wouldn’t come.
you glance at your brother subtly, heart twinging at the wide grin on his face and the lopsided birthday hat on his brown head of curls. he’d always been closer to your cousin from the two of you, even though throughout childhood you all shared the same memories. giggling throughout the night in sleepovers you begged your parents to let you have, sharing toys and walking to school together, all the way throughout high school. but then things started to change, and you didn’t hang out with them so much. whenever komori would peak his head into your bedroom, announcing that he was on his way to kiyoomi’s he’d wait expectantly for you but you wouldn’t budge, claiming you had too many assignments to get through. whenever a family event would arise, you’d always be careful to ask your mother beforehand about it. “who else is invited?” and as she listed all the names of familiar family members, your heart would sink at the sound of one.
“omi!”
you could be sick. your heart thuds against your rib cage and a cold shiver runs through your icy blood when the front door opens and in steps your cousin. it’s been a while since you last saw him in person but you’re shivering all the same, taking in his tall, broad body that towers over you. his white face mask conceals half his face but it just makes his depthless eyes even more piercing, a thick lump rising in your dry throat when they bore into you, sharp as daggers.
“motoya,” his voice is calm. deep and slow, almost soothing you hate to admit, as he walks to your brother. komori’s grin is wide as he reaches out to hug him, but sensing the way your cousin tenses he just settles on patting his muscular arm instead. “happy birthday.”
“thanks!” komori grins when he takes the gift bag from sakusa and you’re half-surprised that he even thought to bring a gift. but then you realise that’s not entirely fair- he wasn’t entirely a bad person. not to your brother. “i’m surprised you came! you must be busy, huh?”
“yeah. a lot of training but i managed to find the time.” you’re holding your breath when sakusa steps towards you and your hands tremble as you curl them into the sleeves of your shirt, trying to avoid his heavy eyes that are practically cutting into you. but your mother gets there first, and it’s a huge relief to be able to breathe when you slip away from the busy hallway as she pulls him into a hug he can’t refuse.
you manage to avoid sakusa for most of the party. you’re thankful for all the family members crowding your house, and the fact that your cousin still hates crowds because it puts a huge distance between you. you’re able to slot yourself into groups where you know he won’t join. but it’s not enough. you can’t ignore the vicious thoughts and pungent memories, too visceral and too painful, bleeding out into your mind when you’re telling your aunts all about your new job, and you can feel the eyes burning into you when you’re playing with your cousins’ children out into the garden, wishing you can just focus on the laughter spilling into the warm, sticky air instead. even when you’re singing happy birthday, watching the candlelight illuminate komori’s grinning face in a warm orange glow, your stomach churns and your voice wavers, cracking too much that you eventually give up singing. your eyes settle on sakusa’s instead but he isn’t watching your brother blow out the candles, watch him make a silent wish. they’re focused on you, and his clenched fists is enough to make the tears well in your eyes.
the scramble for cake is the perfect time to slip away into the quiet upstairs of your family home. it’s peaceful with the music and the chatter sounding so distant beneath the floorboards and you can breathe, you can relax your racing heart as you slip into your bedroom, shutting the door behind you. those inches of wood is enough to separate you for now until someone- your mother probably- notices you missing and calls you back down again.
how horrible. your eyes clench shut but all that burns in the back of your eyelids is the pale, stoic face of your cousin sakusa kiyoomi. the family member your parents and relatives brag about as the pride of the family- successful pro-athlete, the one they watch clips of on youtube and show off to strangers. sakusa kiyoomi, the one presence at family functions that’ll have everyone beaming, even when he’s cold and brooding, everyone adores his presence. except you.
“you know, i never liked being around too many people either.” the calm voice makes you freeze, your heart suddenly racing against as your throat grows dry. you hadn’t heard the door creak open and you don’t dare face it as it clicks shut behind you. no. this can’t be happening.
but it is.
the footsteps are slow on the carpeted floor, heavy with his weight and the mattress dips behind you, his presence heavy with the faint smell of hand sanitiser burning in your nose. you hadn’t that smell, that horrible pungent smell of ethanol that’s scarred your memories.
“it’s been a long time, y/n.” sakusa says. “i’ve missed you.” you shudder when he trails a finger along the back of your shoulder blades, his skin cold and you swallow hard as he twines his finger around your hair, tugging slightly at the lock to induce a lingering of pain. “you stopped coming to a lot of family functions. motoya was always there, but never you.” you can’t reply- you think you’re going to be sick if you try and your legs tremble too much you’re sure your knees will give out if you even dare to get up. then he’d know you’re scared.
he always looked different whenever you were scared. you remember the wide grin and the gleam in his round eyes when he showed you the bug he found in the garden, slipping it down your shirt to make you scream and run to his mother in tears. you remember the smirk tugging at his lips, the way he’d scrutinise you after telling you a scary story in the dead of the night that’d have you paling, begging komori to walk you to the bathroom. you remember how his lips were smiling against your skin when he was pressed against you, cornering you in his bedroom as the smoke and aroma of the barbecue wafted in through the open window, carrying up your family’s laughter, as you cried, begging him to let you go.
“i think- i think my mum’s calling-”
“no one’s calling you, y/n.” you can hear the smile in his voice, the malicious, sadistic joy carried in his knowing words. “i dont even think they noticed you slipped out. but i did.” you tense, not being able to resist the small whimper that falls from your lips as sakusa edges his face closer, the tip of his nose grazing along your jaw as his hand grasps the back of your neck, thick fingertips pressing into the sides to make you gasp. “i’ve been waiting to see you for a long time.”
you’re forced to look in his eyes when he turns your head,  his eyes locking with yours as he scrutinises you carefully. he notices it all- the trembling of your bottom lip, the tears building in the corners of your eyes, the goosebumps pebbling along the back of your neck as you clench your fists to hide the shaking. he likes it- he always has. the only time you saw your cold, stoic, unexpressive cousin smile so wide was when he was watching the tears roll down your cheek, when he was the one causing it.
“kiyoomi, can you let go-” you’re cut off by his lips pressing against your cheek and you cringe as you realise the tip of his tongue slides along, gathering your tears and leaving his saliva cold on your hot skin. “s-stop that!”
“doesn’t this just remind you of old times? all the fun times we had alone?” sakusa’s proud smile just makes you cry harder and you’re horribly aware of how he shifts his body to press himself into you, letting you feel his hard throbbing cock pressed against your thigh. but you’re not an innocent eighteen year old girl anymore.
“it wasn’t like that! get off me, you creep!” you hear the crack of his hand against your face before you even register it. you gasp at the hot pain searing through your cheek. blood rushes in your ear, your face throbbing as hot tears sting your eyes. “k-kiyoomi-” your skin is tender to touch and you’re trembling as you scramble away from sakusa, tears streaming down your face as you clutch it.
“don’t act like you didn’t fucking like it.” he hisses. there’s no trace of sadistic amusement evident in his depthless black eyes now, teeth gritted with a blue vein throbbing in his temple as he crawls towards you. you flinch when he grips your thighs, dragging you towards him and you’re no match for his size or strength, your thrashing useless as he pins you down onto your own bed, caging you in.
“let go-” your desperate cry is muffled by his hand slamming onto your face, his other hand reaching for the hem of your dress to flip up as you squirm and try to prise his fingers off you but it’s futile. too strong. he’s always been too strong.
“since when did you become such a bitch?” he sneers, fingers probing into your mouth. they’re big and invasive, weighing down on your tongue and aching your jaw as you almost choke on your own saliva. “you weren’t like this before- what, you think you’re too good for your cousin?” he scoffs at the idea, pucking his lips and spitting directly into your open mouth. you clench your eyes shut at the sensation of his cold saliva hitting your tongue, mixing with the saliva that pools in your mouth and trickles down your chin, making him grimace with disgust. “messy slut. what’s happened to you?”
your sobs are muffled and choked with his fingers in your mouth, your face hot with stinging pain and bitter tears whilst you try to scratch at his hand that snatches down your panties. but you’re helpless, a horrified sob ripping from you when the cold air hits your folds.
“can you stop crying? you look really pathetic.” sakusa sighs, pinching your drooling tongue sharply before he rips his fingers from your mouth. strings of saliva coat your chin and he merely rolls his eyes as you turn your head to bury it in the comforter, your hands gripping the bedsheets. why was this happening to you? it’d been years since you last saw sakusa, so many years you managed to avoid him and now it was all happening again, just when you thought you were safe.
“you want me to fuck you like a slut?” he taunts, pressing his wet fingers to your clit and rubbing it slowly. you hate that your toes curl with the warm pleasure, a little sigh escaping you amidst the muffled weeps and he chuckles as his other hand roams up your body, groping your breast through your dress. “i can do that.” you gasp when he yanks down your straps, your tits hanging out of the dress and a snicker escapes him as he harshly pinches the pebbling nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp from you as you squirm below him.
“k-kiyoomi- stop this! please.” he groans at your words, burying his face into the crook of your neck and his teeth sting as he presses open-mouthed kisses along your sensitive neck.
“why? you like this, you just want to act like you’re not some sort of perverted bitch that wants her cousin’s dick. look how wet you’re getting, it’s disgusting.” his words sting and you hate that you’re wrapping your arms around him, fingers clinging to his broad shoulders as he swirls your swelling clit with his thumb, fingertips sliding along your folds with your obvious wetness dampening them. “you want me right?”
you shake your head wildly but it’s hard to cry no when the pleasure builds, the coil in the pit of your stomach tightening. it’s wrong, it’s disgusting and dirty and you don’t want this but your hips are bucking up into sakusa’s hand, walls fluttering as the sensitivity heightens and your orgasm crashes through you in heavy waves. sakusa chuckles in your ear, his teeth catching your lobe as your slick trickles down between your quivering legs, toes curling as you bury your choked, teary moans into his shoulders.
“see, i knew you’d like it. you just came all over my fingers.” there’s an uproar of laughter from downstairs and it makes you cry harder. the shame festering in your chest hurts and you just wish you were downstairs, safe and surrounded by your family, not caged under sakusa, being his dumb little prey time and time again. “you want my cock, right?”
“no, kiyoomi, i don’t!” but he doesn’t listen to your weak protest when he flips you over, pushing your tear-stained face into the mattress with a strong grip on your hair that sends pain burning in your scalp. you grip the bedsheets, trying not to collapse under his chest weighing down on your back as you hear the unbuckling of his belt, the little clink as he tugs down his pants, freeing his cock.
“god, no!” you try to pull away from him when you feel the drooling cockhead graze against your bare ass but sakusa’s grip on your hair is too strong, keeping you pinned in place. it’s suffocating- you feel like you can barely breathe with the your face pressed into the comforter and blood pounds in your ears but his harsh voice cuts through too clearly.
“you won’t be calling out god’s name when i’m done with you, whore.”
it burns when he shoves his cock into your cunt, his thickness stretching out your tight walls. you can’t even moan, your mouth falling open with drool pooling onto the bedsheets, pain burning deep between your legs as he fills up your cunt. he’s long and thick, veins pressing against your tight walls as he groans, the grip on your hair tightening enough to induce fresh stinging tears in your eyes. so wrong. it feel so wrong, so painful and you cry bitterly as you realise nothing’s changed- he’s still using you as his cocksleeve all these years later.
“you’re so tight.” he hisses when he snaps his hips into you. there’s a dull ache each time his cockhead slams against your cervix but sakusa’s relentless, fucking you for his own pleasure with one hand gripping your hair and the other slapping and groping your ass, nails piercing into the soft flesh. “but fuck- you feel good.” you cringe when he leans down to press a kiss to the back of your neck, a cold shiver running through you amidst the pain and the slight pleasure as he fucks against your spongy walls. wetness drools from your aching cunt, his balls slapping lewdly against your ass and you’re so full you can’t hold back the choked moans that spill into your bedsheets as you grip them tight. “i’ve missed this cunt. you’re made for me, aren’t you? this messy pussy is all for me.” it’s no use begging him to stop. the pressure builds in the pit of your stomach as he pounds into you, wetness squelching lewdly and your walls squeezing tighter every time he tugs on your hair, pain searing through you. you feel like you’re being split apart on his drenched cock as he drives it into you, letting you feel every ridge and vein. it hurts- sakusa had never done this for you ever- but you can’t deny that part of it feels good, and you hate that it does, you hate that your walls tighten around him when he brushes a sensitive spot and a deep moan falls from your lips, not muffled enough by the bed.
“is that it?” sakusa grunts, stilting his hips and rubbing his cock against that spot again and again. “will this make you cum, you messy bitch?” wetness spills down your thighs as his cock brushes against your sensitive walls, pleasure building in you as you jerk below him. it’s wrong and you feel so tainted, so dirty and disgusting but you can’t resist arching your back, letting him fuck you deeper, letting him push you over the edge. sakusa fucks you through your high, his hand yanking your head back sharply as he presses you down onto the bed, his weight squeezing the air out of you as you gasp.
“that’s it, cum all over your cousin’s cock, you dirty girl. say my name,” he groans. “say it.” you don’t want to but with his grip tightening in your hair, his throbbing cock driving into your gushing cunt and prolonging your climax, you can’t stop his name from falling from your lips in breathy moans. it’s not right to chant it like a prayer, to let your eyes roll to the back of your head before you fall limp on the bed, panting as he pulls out of you.
you don’t have the energy to fight back. every inch of you feel bruised and sore and your teary eyes flutter shut as sakusa cums with a deep groan, hot ropes of sticky fluid splattering over your clothed back.
it hurts. it hurts when he kisses you messily, gripping your face tight with his nails piercing crescents into your tear-stained cheeks. it hurts when he drags you out of the room without even letting you look in the mirror but you know why. fresh tears fill your eyes when you’re pushed into the living room, your aunts and uncles, your mother, your brother komori staring at you in horror when they see the swollen lips and dishevelled hair, the bruises littering your throat, the glistening sheen coating your thighs and the white stains clinging to the back of your dress.
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sugawara-sweetheart · 3 years
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𝔞𝔭𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔱𝔢 (𝔪)
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❥sugawara kōshi x ta fem!reader
❥summary: sugawara can’t stop thinking about the pretty ta and what a wonderful mother she’d be
❥warnings: dubcon/noncon, forced breeding, brief lactation kink, yandere/obsessive behaviour, delusion
❥word count: 2.4k
❦note: miss nads (@obscureamor) <3333 gave me this idea like she literally said bitch fuck takeda x student (i came for her man) write this instead so here it is!!! nads if you see this (which you shouldn't bc I told you not to read my work) ily <3
whether it was sheer luck or destiny that you were the new teaching assistant for sugawara’s class of thirty-something little five year olds, he didn’t know but either way sugawara woke every morning with a bright smile, your face burning in the back of his eyelids, and a thankful prayer on his tongue that god had placed you in his life.
you were absolutely radiant. beautiful, feminine, elegant yet so tender, you were a bundle of warmth and goodness that made his day so much brighter. every day at work was pure joy when you were around it was no surprise he’d fallen in love with you so quickly, how could he not? so delicate and so sweet, his students weren’t the only one completely captivated by you.
he’d watch every morning when the students came into the classroom, beaming toothy grins on their chubby, flushed faces as they ran to you, hugging your legs as they clamoured to tell you about their weekends, how they got a new pet and went to the park and got new toys. any sane adult would go insane surrounded by a gaggle of loud, squealing children but not you. so patient and lovely, you crouch down to be eye level with the children, smiling as you laugh at their stories. and so angelic, sugawara is sure you’ve fallen straight from heaven with how beautiful your laugh is when it rings through the classroom and he can’t resist fluttering his eyes shut, searing it into memory like he does with everything of you. your sweet scent of jasmine perfume and lotion that lingers in his nose every time you step close to him is the same scent he’s filled his home with- jasmine candles and diffusers and plants along the window sills and patio- so that he can imagine he’s surrounded by you, that you’re with him when he’s cooking and bathing and eating, when he’s humping his pillow and groaning into his hand, wishing it was your plush body he was rutting into, that it’s your lips swallowing his moans instead of his clammy palms.
there’s no doubt about it. sugawara knows his future lies with you, it’s all he thinks about. he sees how you speak so gently to the shy kid who tucks themselves away in the corner of the classroom, how your eyes soften and you smile so encouragingly. he sees how much the children adore you, and he knows you adore them too, that you’re always ready to read to them and compliment their brightly-coloured, blobby drawings of stickmen and you sound so genuine, so happy. and you’re so beautiful too- you look so pretty in your clothes that accentuate all your curves and compliment your skin tone, that you always smell so fresh and clean with your hair perfectly styled, your lips that alluring crimson shade of red that always has sugawara’s eyes dipping down to gaze at them. he wants to know how they taste, how you taste, how you feel, how you’d moan his name, how beautiful you’d look swollen with his child.
it’s fate, sugawara decides. it’s fate that you became his TA and you’re just his perfect, wonderful woman. he knows that he doesn’t have to seek for a soulmate anymore because he’s already found you.
a smile grows on his face as he watches you clean up the scraps of paper the children have left littered all over the table and floor. it’s past four, the school quiet with the sky outside darkening into indigo, the tangerine sun setting in the distance. you’re so helpful and all throughout the arts and crafts session you helped the students so well. you’d make such a perfect mother, sugawara knows you would. he can see it, he can see how well you’d raise his child, how he could come home from work to have you, the love of his life, greet him at the door with his child, how you’d kiss him and show him the beautiful drawing your child did. a little stickman drawing of mummy and daddy and baby and the family pet cat all outside a little cartoonish house with the yellow sun in the corner, complete with a smiley face.
“you do so much for me, y/n.” sugawara smiles as he gets to his feet from his desk, strolling over towards you. you laugh as he approaches, glancing back from where you’re stood leaning over the table and trying to wipe glitter off the wood.
“i’m just doing my job, sugawara sensei.” your pure, radiant smile and crinkled eyes sends blood rushing to his cock, and from the way you’re half bent your skirt hugs your ass so well he knows he can’t hold back anymore. you tense slightly as he stands behind you, close enough that you’re almost pressed against him and your smile falters as he gently places his hands over your shoulders.
“you always do it so well. you’re always so good with the kids.  i know you’ll make a brilliant mother.” his words sound sweet but you don’t quite smile at them, your body stilling even more and an anxious laugh falls from your lips as sugawara brushes your hair out of your way, sweeping it over one shoulder.
“thanks, sensei, i appreciate that but-” he doesn’t see the look of discomfort on your face, not when his cock throbs as he pushes it against your ass, eliciting a sharp gasp from you as your mouth drops open with startled surprise.
“please, call me kōshi.” he almost wanted to laugh- there’s no need for formalities here, not when he was ready to secure his love with you, just like he’d been waiting for months. “i think we’re ready to be on first name basis.”
you swallow, eyes clenching shut when his lips press against your jaw. your skin is soft and your scent is so sweet it just makes sugawara hungrier as his kisses grow heavier. he pushes you into the table, sucking and nibbling on your sensitive skin as you shudder in his hold, but you don’t resist his hands that roam your body till they reach your hips, grasping them tight. you’re just frozen, eyes wide and your bottom lip trembling.
“sugawa- k-kōshi, what are you doing- this isn’t profes-” you glance worriedly at the door and sugawara just chuckles as he turns you around, nudging you onto the desk as he gently holds your chin, stroking his thumb over your cheek.
“don’t worry, nobody will see. and even if they do,” his smile grows as he leans in closer, his lips ghosting yours as his eyes sparkle. “what does it matter when we’re in love?” he doesn’t see the confusion, the panic, etched on your face as his lips meet yours, his kiss passionate and ferverous as his fingers thread through your hair, holding you in place. he moans into your lips when your hands slide up his chest, pressing against him and like an aphrodisiac, it just makes him hungrier as he ruts his clothed erection against you.
“y/n,” he groans when you push him away, your face crumpling but sugawara just snatches your hand, pressing it against his painfully hard cock. “look what you do to me, i need you so bad.” all he’s been thinking about for months is this moment- this chance to fuck you and fill your warm cunt with his cum, pump you so full of his seed you’ll definitely be swollen with his child. he can already see it; your glowing skin and heavy breasts and how he’d massage your sore nipples for you, maybe even taste the droplets of white milk they leak. you’d taste so good and your stomach would be so round and swollen with his child.
“we can’t do this, please.” your voice is a meek little whimper, cutting through his fantasies but easily silenced as he kisses you hungrily, swallowing your protesting whines.
“yes we can,” he breaks apart for a moment, lips wet with your mixed salivas to wink at you cheekily. you don’t even smile. “it’s kind of exciting to do it where we could get caught.”
shock paints over your face as you squirm, your nails clinging to his wrists when he pushes you flat onto the desk but you’re no match for his strength as he readily unbuttons your shirt, rutting into your clothed cunt as he settles between your leg.
“su- kōshi- wait-” your skirt rides up, bunching up around your waist as your cheeks burn with embarrassment, sugawara’s body blocking you from pressing your legs shut and with his clothed erection rubbing against your folds you can’t deny the slick beginning to build.
“it’s okay, let’s just be quick.” sugawara laughs as his fingers tug down the cups of your bra. you gasp as your tits fall out, hands moving to cover yourself up but he’s quicker, his fingers twining with yours as he presses them to the desk and wraps his lips around the pebbling buds, lapping and sucking on them. one day they’ll be filled with milk, enough to sustain his child and it’ll taste so sweet, so wonderful coming from you.
“but i don’t think-” a soft sigh falls from your lips despite the look of anguish painted on your face but it just makes sugawara groan, his cock throbbing as his fingers find your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub through your dampening panties.
“shush, it’s okay, angel.” he grins. “i know your pussy’s going to feel so good around my cock. i know you will.” your hand tightens around his entwined fingers as the coil tightens in the pit of your stomach, your toes curling in your shoes as the pleasure builds but before you can come, sugawara pulls away, chuckling when your mouth falls open with surprise.
“you can cum on my cock, sweetie.” he coos, kissing you sweetly as his fingers hook under the waistband of your panties, tugging them down as you squirm.
“w-wait but- but you need a condom-” you’re cut off with a pained moan when he slaps his fingers against your pussy, your hips jerking before he tugs down his pants.
“aw, let me fuck you properly, my angel.” his hard cock slaps against his clothed stomach, painfully hard with the flushed head leaking beads of precum. you struggle slightly but the hand on his hip does nothing to prevent sugawara from sliding his cock along your folds before he plunges it into your hole, head falling back with a heavy moan.
it feels like heaven for him. your warm walls cling to his throbbing length, slick squelching as he fills up your cunt, stretching out your tight walls. your pussy tightens around him when you squirm, a string of soft moans falling from your lips and despite the tears building in your eyes, despite your bottom lip quivering and your body shaking as nothing but utter fear and pain is etched across your face, all sugawara can think about is how right this feels.
“oh, baby, you’re so beautiful.” he coos, rolling your nipples between his fingers as a small sob escapes you. “you’re taking my cock so well. your pussy’s so good,” his smile grows as he leans close to you. “just like you were made for me.” he pulls out of you, his length coated in a thick sheen of your wetness before he slams back in, eliciting loud moans from you both. your eyes clench shut as sugawara fucks you, each thrust a deep stroke with his cockhead nudging towards your cervix, letting you feel every inch of his veiny length.
“such a good girl.” he murmurs, grinding his pubic bone against your clit with every thrust and flicking his tongue against your nipples. “you’re taking my cock so well.” your moan is choked with a sob at his words, one of your hands clawing into the table and the other trapped in sugawara’s, your nails piercing crescents into the back of his hand.
“k-kōshi- hurts!” each thrust slams against your cervix, a dull ache rushing through you as you jerk but sugawara just shushes you gently, groaning as his fingers find your clit, swirling the bud slowly.
“sh, it’s okay- fuck-” his thrusts become sloppier and harder, wetness squelching lewdly, when he brushes against a sensitive spot that has your walls tightening around him. beads of sweat glisten off his flushed face as he fucks you faster. “i’ll make you cum, and then i’ll fill up this pretty cunt with my cum.”
your eyes shoot open, red and filled with tears and rounded with shock as you shake your head wildly.
“no! i’m- i’m not on the pill- you can’t-” your feeble protests are drowned out by sugawara’s deep groan, a manic gleam in his eyes as he pounds into you harder. his thrusts are hard, pain shooting through you and panic overriding the pleasure as you squirm desperately, trying to pull away from his cock but with his chest pressed against yours, you’re trapped.
“you’ll look so pretty swollen with my child. i’ll cum so deep in you i’ll fuck a baby in you.” he pants heavily against your face between the sloppy kisses he presses to your skin, looking dizzy with the pleasure rushing through him.
“s-stop, i’m begging you!” the tears streaming down your face and the weak kick of your legs should’ve evoked pity in sugawara but for some reason, it just makes the throbbing in his cock harder, the pressure building in the pit of his stomach as he groans, burying his face into the crook of your neck.
“you’ll be all mine.”
his teeth bite into the soft skin of your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark when his cock twitches, thrusts staggering. you gasp, stilling as his cum floods your cunt, warm sticky ropes of it filling you up and your heart sinks as you realise there’s so much of it. but sugawara just pins you against the table, his softening cock keeping the cum plugged in your cunt as he traces kisses along your jaw, caressing your soft cheeks and not minding about the tears rolling down them.
“so beautiful, you’ll look so beautiful with my child.” he smiles tenderly. “we’re going to be such a happy family.”
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𝔰𝔦𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔞𝔩𝔯𝔶 | 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔦𝔦 (𝔪)
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❥akiteru x innocent fem!reader x kei tsukishima
❥summary: after finding out you have a secret boyfriend, your brothers are intent are making sure you know who you really belong to
❥warnings: incest, noncon, mindbreak, jealousy & possessiveness, heavy degradation, unprotected sex, slapping, spitting, mentions of age gap, threesome/spit-roasting, voyeurism
❥word count: 4.6k
part ii requested by anon
how oblivious you are.
you don’t notice that akiteru’s sweet smiles these days don’t reach his hardened eyes, that his sugary sweet words are sprinkled with malice, that he has nothing but murder etched on his face every time he looks at you. and of course you don’t notice, tsukishima realises. because you’re dumb. their dumb, stupid little sister who obviously thinks she could get away with being such a whore.
it’s almost laughable, tsukishima would’ve thought, if he didn’t feel utterly scorned. whilst he was so preoccupied with you falling into akiteru’s delightful, endearing little trap, he didn’t ever think you’d be falling into someone else’s. suddenly it all made sense- the little gifts of jewellery and chocolates you’d show your mother so proudly, the giggles from your bedroom late at night, going out less with your brothers and more with your mysterious friend before returning home with a soft scent of cigarette smoke clinging to your clothes and hair and your ruby lips swollen. you didn’t notice, but your brothers noticed everything. how could they not when their entire lives revolved around you?
and to be truthful, tsukishima had never seen akiteru quite like this. he was always the mellow, sweeter, calmer older sibling, the one who doted on you with a patience and affection tsukishima didn’t care for. yes, he loved you too, but there was something so utterly pathetic about your stupidity, something so fragile about your softness that made you entirely ruinable, and tsukishima wanted to do that. he wanted to be the only one to break you down into nothing but his dumb, little girl, to make sure he was the only god in your life for you to revolve your whole world around, to love him forever. and akiteru was an enemy to that, but first there was a bigger enemy the two of them had to overcome together first.
the perfect opportunity arises the weekend your mother goes away to visit your grandparents a few towns over. maybe if you’d been smarter, more perceptive you’d have noticed the danger brewing. maybe you’d have begged your mother not to leave rather than being so quick to usher her out of the door with a kiss to her cheek, telling her of course you’ll be good for your nii-chans, when are you not? maybe you should’ve noticed tsukishima’s eyes burning into your back with a mixture of malice and vengeance. maybe you should’ve picked up on akiteru’s wry smile and the tightness of the grip he presses to your shoulder when he agrees. “oh, we’ll definitely take care of her.”
tsukishima forces you into the car when he’s sent to go grocery shopping in exchange for akiteru cooking. of course the older brother insists you stay home with him, that you help him prepare for dinner in the kitchen, just like when you were children playing house. of course, tsukishima could see right through his older brother’s facade- beneath that sweet smile and sparkling brown eyes, there was that lewd fantasy of you being his good little housewife, his domestic goddess to fuck his children into, play happy families with. disgusting.
but tsukishima knows he isn’t any better- he doesn’t want to be away from you, he doesn’t want akiteru near you so he tells you you can come to the store with him, sakanoshita store in particular. the name of the local convenience store you’d often frequent back in your days at high school is enough to make akiteru freeze but you’re too busy grinning and rushing to check yourself in the mirror to notice the deathly looks your brothers exchange.
how stupid of you. you don’t think tsukishima notices his old coach’s eyes focusing on you the moment the little bell rings.
“tsukishima-kun, how are you?” the blond man smiles and your brother has to force a smile at his old coach, has to bite back the words that threaten to escape him when he replies. that stupid old man. and you, his stupid little sister, giggling so sweetly and playing with the necklace around your neck- the gold chain that was surely far too expensive for a college student to buy herself. you don’t think he notices how you and ukai’s eyes keeps locking when he’s ringing you up, how the smoke that rolls from his smirking lips smells the same as the scent that clings to you when you come home, how you wave so sweetly when you both leave.
you dumb little girl, tsukishima’s hissing to himself as his mind flicks to akiteru. how did you think you could get away with this? he should’ve known you’d be like this- a stupid, simpering slut pandering after an older man, thinking he can give you the world. he should’ve known from all the times you’d insist on coming to practise to watch him back when he was at high school, how you’d spend all your weekly allowances in the store, rolling your skirt higher and buttoning your shirt lower. he just didn’t think it was for that man out of all people.
it’s after dinner when akiteru’s taking your plate away that he turns to you with a wide smile across his face. but his eyes are cold. so cold tsukishima can see you’re recognising the malice that’s manifesting in them. he can see you squirm awkwardly in your chair, even if you’re intent on keeping that smile plastered on your face.
“dinner was so delicious, akiteru-nii! i loved it so much!” you giggle. “would you teach me how to cook?”
“did you think we wouldn’t find out?” his voice is ice cold and hard. it strikes right through the tense room, your smile falling as your widened eyes flicker from akiteru to tsukishima, confusion etched on your face.
“f-find out? find out what, nii-chan?” how pathetic. that little simpering baby voice may work on softening akiteru, but this is exactly why tsukishima would win.
“that you’re a fucking whore for ukai keishin.” the name makes you choke, your eyes roundening as you stare at tsukishima with utter shock, mouth hanging open. you don’t even get to splutter a response before he chuckles, continuing with his voice a harsh snarl. “how long have you been his little slut? was this why you’d always want to be at my matches? you hoped that if you cheered loud enough he’d fuck a gaping hole between your legs?” you look scandalised at his words, wounded even to be reduced to nothing but a dirty slut but the hurt flashing across your eyes gives tsukishima a thrill. more. he needs to see more. break you down into nothing but an utter mess.
“kei-nii!” you cry, your hands started to tremble as you point a shaking finger in his direction. “akiteru-nii, tell him not to say that!” you trail off when you notice how hard akiteru’s looking at you, his jaw clenched and his arms folded across his chest.
“why’s that, y/n-chan?” he says softly, but the darkness in his eyes is different. his footsteps are cold echoes across the kitchen tiles before he lowers his face to yours. “why would i stop him when he’s saying nothing but the truth? you’ve ruined yourself.”
your face crumples slowly, the tears building in the corners of your eyes starting to flow freely down your cheeks. how beautiful. how pathetic. your soft cries fill the room, shaking hands raising to bury your face in them but akiteru’s quicker when he grabs your tear-stained cheek, jerking your face roughly with his fingers pressing deep into the soft fat.
“why are you crying, y/n? we’re just confronting you about the truth- that you’re getting taken advantage of because you want to be a dumb, little whore.” he punctuates his words with mocking slaps to your cheeks, not harsh enough to actually hurt but you flinch and sob harder at every one.
“for such an old guy too.” tsukishima tuts, getting to his feet and towering over you. it makes you cower, your entire body quivering as you cry pathetically. don’t you know it just makes tsukishima even more excited, that breaking you is going to be just as fun as he imagined it to be? “you’re disgusting, you know that.”
“come on, kei.” akiteru chuckles, smiling coldly as he wipes your tears away. “she’s just a dumb baby- she didn’t know what she was getting into.” you look hopeful as you slowly raise your head, blinking at akiteru so fearfully with tears clinging to your lashes. “but that doesn’t mean you can get away with it- if you like older guys so much, you should’ve realised that nii-chan is right here.”
tsukishima can see the moment utter fear strikes right through you. you scramble to your feet, horrified sobs escaping you but akiteru’s too quick. his hand grabs your hair, tugging you back against his chest with his arm around your waist, easily lifting you off the floor as he grins wide.
“stop struggling. your nii-chans are going to help you to realise that you don’t need anyone else.”
“you don’t need to be such a slut for a man that’ll just fuck you and throw you away. so dumb.” tsukishima adds, smiling softly at the way you struggle against akiteru, crying feebly. “don’t make this harder for yourself.”
“nii-chan- no!! please-” you’re sobbing and trying to fight against akiteru’s grip but it’s in vain- he carries you out of the kitchen with ease, hissing with every kick you deliver to his shins as you wrestle in his grip.
“stop it, y/n- be good for me. come on.” he shushes you, gritting his teeth as he grips you tighter. your screams are louder, hysteric sobs and tsukishima slowly follows behind up the stairs, your wide, teary eyes meeting his. begging.
“stop being so loud, stupid girl.”
akiteru throws you onto your bed when he reaches your bedroom and you scramble away desperately, sobbing loudly but it’s too late. the door snaps shut behind tsukishima and he stands in the doorway, a twisted smirk stretching across his lips as he feels the blood rush to his cock. how pathetic. how feeble you are backing away to the edge of your bed, eyes wide with fear.
“n-nii-chin-” you hiccup. “please, i won’t see keishin again- just- just don’t do this to me, i’m begging you-”
“oh, baby.” akiteru coos, reaching out a tender hand which you flinch away from. he chuckles softly, glancing back at tsukishima with an amused smile tugging at his lips, one that tsukishima can only seem to return. it isn’t often he gets along with his brother, but this was definitely something they could bond over.
and then he’ll be beating him.
“isn’t she so cute?” you shake with fear, your face crumpling as you cry softly, making akiteru coo as he reaches out for you. you’re no match for his strength when he pulls you onto his lap, one hand pinning down your thigh and stretching them out whilst the other slides up to your clothed chest, holding your back flush against him.
“nii-chan- let me go!” tsukishima scoffs as he nears the bed, his lip curling as he watches you, hardening cock beginning to press against the outline of his pants.
“let me go first.” he demands. there was no way he’d let akiteru have a taste of you first- he simply didn’t deserve it. the older brother had spent too much time fawning over you, spoiling you with his sickly sweetness and look what it’d done to you.
“what? why would i let you go first?” akiteru scoffs, laughing mirthlessly as his grip tightens on you, making you squeal as you shriek.
“no- nii-chan, stop him please! i don’t want you to do this!” but neither brothers take any notice of you, the irritation and jealousy that’d long festered in tsukishima bleeding out as he scowls at his older brother.
“you’ve already ruined her with how much you’ve pampered her- now she’s some attention-seeking, greedy cockslut.” he hisses. “that’s why she’s whored herself out to fucking ukai keishin.” a cold smile stretches across his face as he turns to look at you. how pretty you look utterly heartbroken and hurt with your teary eyes wide and mouth hanging open. he knows his harsh words are ringing in your ears, that your heart is starting to break. maybe ukai keishin does love you. what were the words you’d used- ‘the one’? but you’re easy to break, tsukishima can see, as his cock twitches against the tight fabric of his pants. a little bit more, a good fucking till you’re dumb, and you’ll never think about that man again- any man again. you won’t be able to.
“that’s right, isn’t it?” tsukishima sneers as he crawls onto the bed. you squirm on akiteru’s lap, trying to force your head away but from the angle the eldest sibling holds you there’s no escape. “akiteru-nii made you think you're so special that you can have anyone right? that’s why you think ukai loves you? is that why you think you’re going to marry him? pathetic.” his nails pierce into your skin as he drags his hands slowly up your bare thigh, edging towards the hem of your skirt. “you’re nothing but a dumb cockslut to him. nobody will ever see you as anything more than a dumb slut- but not nii-chan.” you sob heavily and tsukishima hates that even now you’re looking at akiteru, begging him with your pathetic weeps and your weak, bloodshot eyes filled with tears.
“akiteru-nii, please-” but akiteru smiles calmly, shushing you gently as he presses a soothing kiss to your temple.
“be good, y/n. stop crying, that’s a good girl. nii-chan will take care of you afterwards, okay?” you shake your head wildly as his fingers begin to undo your shirt, begging one last final time but it’s in vain.
akiteru slips off your shirt just as tsukishima tugs off your skirt, leaving you bare and exposed in just your panties. a humiliated shriek escapes you but akiteru merely chuckles, his hands pushing your arms back and groping your bare tits, rolling the nipples between his fingertips as he presses soft kisses to your jaw.
“don’t be shy,” he coos, hips slowly grinding against your ass. “you’re so pretty.”
“for a little slut.” tsukishima snaps. his hand slaps against your clothed cunt, hard enough that you gasp and jerk in akiteru’s hold, your eyes filling with a fresh wave of tears and your bottom lip trembling.
“n-not a slut-” you whimper but he merely tuts, yanking down your panties to reveal your bare cunt.
“is this what you let ukai use, huh?” his voice is harsh and mocking, prising open your legs as you try to force them shut, your wails loud and drowning out akiteru’s reassuring shushes. “have you let him fuck this pussy yet? that’s the only reason why he’s interested, right?”
“n-not true!” you cry, body tensing as you squirm in akiteru’s hold. tsukishima meets your eyes, the fear evident in your widened orbs- but it just makes him want to ruin you more. it’d be so satisfying to see you reduced to nothing, getting fucked into a dumb, drooling mess on his cock, make sure you know nothing except him- no ukai, no akiteru, just your entire world permeated with him.
“akiteru-nii, let me go please- i-i won’t tell anyone.” you whisper. your voice cracks as you plead with your brother- even now when tsukishima’s the one unbuckling his belt you have the audacity to beg akiteru?
“look at me.” he growls, slapping the inside of your thigh to make you squeal, your legs quivering as the skin reddens.
“y/n, come on- just be quiet and take it like a good girl.” akiteru smiles, reaching out to massage the sore skin. “nii-chan will take care of you, don’t worry.” he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, pressing kisses that make you whine but tsukishima doesn’t seem to care- not if it makes you stay still as he pulls down his pants.
his hard cock is throbbing when it slaps against his clothed stomach, the flushed head leaking beads of precum and you begin to cry again when your eyes fall on it, your nails piercing into akiteru’s thighs.
“no- no- i can’t! nii-chan!” an agonised scream rips from your throat when tsukishima forces his cock into your tight little hole. it’s dry but your tightness feels so good around him, his dick being forced into your warmth as he groans with the pleasure, forcing himself to keep his eyes open to watch the tears stream down your face, mouth falling open with heavy pained sobs. you squirm, trying to pull away but with akiteru keeping you on his lap, there’s no escape from tsukishima driving his cock into you, filling up your little cunt as he thrusts as your spongy walls.
“you’re so tight.” he groans. “i would’ve thought ukai had stretched out this slutty pussy enough.” he sneers nastily when your face crumples, body shaking as your head falls onto akiteru’s shoulders, tears staining your cheeks. “hasn’t he used this cunt yet? cause that’s all you are to everyone, right? nothing more than a hole to fuck.” he slaps his hand against your swelling clit, the pressure making you jerk with the pain and you look so broken, so hurt when he grips your face, jerking you roughly to look at him. “well?”
“h-hurts.” is all you manage to whimper, voice hoarse as you break into soft tears. “please.”
“what, you’ve never taken dick before?” tsukishima snickers, thrusting his cock harder into you. your walls grip his dick tight, every vein and ridge rubbing against your spongy walls as you whine.
“kei,” akiteru murmurs warningly but it just irritates tsukishima more- how does his eldest brother always act so righteous, so sweet and saintly when he’s just as disgusting as he is, just as perverse and degenerate, that he wants to ruin you just as much as tsukishima does. “you’re going too rough.”
“so?” tsukishima spits, snapping his hips faster as you bounce in akiteru’s lap, gasping as you writhe. “a slut like her, she’s probably used to it.” he grits his teeth when akiteru snakes a hand between your bodies, his fingers pressing against your swollen clit and swirling it slowly, lips pressing soft kisses that clash with the rough way tsukishima pounds into your throbbing cunt. “that’s why you’re getting so wet- you like this, don’t you?”
“n-no!” you cry, your face falling as tsukishima grips it tightly, akiteru’s brown eyes burning into you with a growing darkness. “it hurts- stop!”
“but you’re getting so wet. you must be liking this.” tsukishima continues to croon, akiteru’s fingers rubbing faster to make your walls clench tighter. your growing wetness begins to squelch, beads of sweat layering over your skin and none of you can ignore how you sound less agonised, your pants breathy as you cling to akiteru.
“you really love dick, huh? dirty slut- how disgusting.” your walls clamp around him with each insult and despite the tears building in the corners of your eyes, you’re squirming with slick dripping down between your thighs.
“is that right, y/n?” akiteru murmurs, his eyes softening with a sadness that makes tsukishima want to punch him square in the face. you turn away from tsukishima to look at your oldest brother, your eyes widening as you register the grave disappointment etched on his face.
“no! ak-akiteru, i-i don’t- i’ve never had-”
“look at me when i’m fucking you.” tsukishima growls. he slaps akiteru’s hand away from your clit, gripping your jaw with the other, fingertips pressing deep into your tear-stained cheeks to force your mouth open. “stop trying to pretend like you’re not a cock-hungry, dumb slut.” he punctuates each degrading insult with harsher thrusts, his long fingers forcing their way into your mouth, making your eyes widen. your walls tighten around him as he presses his fingers down on your tongue, drool pooling around his limbs as he smiles sadistically. “go on, say it. say it and i might just let you come.”
“kei, not too much.” akiteru breathes heavily but tsukishima ignores him- he can see his brother’s hips grinding into you, his pupils dilating as his cheeks grow more and more flushed. how sick- he wants to pretend like he’s better than him, like he’s trying to help you but the sick bastard is getting off on it just as much.
“speak, slut.” tsukishima growls, pushing his fingers further down your mouth. he groans when his fingertips hit the back of your throat, your walls tightening around his throbbing cock as you gag, tears and drool spilling down your face. “what are you?” your words are garbled, saliva dripping down your chin and his hand as you try to speak, making him scoff as he rips his hand away from your mouth.
“how gross- you can’t even control yourself. what the fuck does ukai see in you? he really must be using you for this dirty cunt.” you sob hard when tsukishima makes sure to spit directly onto your face, the saliva clinging to your skin as you try to bury your face into akiteru’s shoulder but the older brother is slowly sliding you off his lap, laying you down on the bed as he kneels beside your face. the change in position doesn’t irritate tsukishima- in fact it gives him better access to fuck you deeper, his cock throbbing as the coil in his stomach grows tighter.
“y/n,” akiteru coos, wiping your messy face gently. “do you want nii-chan to make you feel better?” you nod desperately, clinging to his thighs that it sends a surge of jealousy striking through tsukishima- enough that he snaps his hips harder, shoving a hand between your bodies and pinching your clit.
“kei-nii!” you gasp. it’s beautiful- the sound of his name falling from your lips makes him grunt but it doesn’t last long before akiteru shoves his cock into your mouth.
your eyes widen at the intrusion, saliva spilling over his dick as he moans blissfully, holding the back of your head as he slowly rocks his hips into your face and as much as tsukishima hates it it’s the final push to the edge. the sadness and betrayal building in you, the hurt, the loss of innocence, the fact that you’ll never have that sparkle in your eye again is enough to make him cum with deep heavy moans. his cock twitches, hot ropes of cum splattering over your folds just as he pulls out.
you’re sobbing when akiteru pulls out from your mouth, a string of saliva clinging to his hard dick and although he shushes you gently, his eyes are only fixated on your ruined pussy.
“that’s what happens when you act a slut and whore yourself for men.” tsukishima spits. “you get treated like one.” you cry harder at his words, curling into a little ball but akiteru’s hands on your thighs stop you first, a small smile growing on his lips as he clambers over you.
“oh no, don’t cry, don’t cry. kei-nii didn’t mean it like that- every other man will treat you like that but not me, not nii-chan.” you sniffle at his words, rubbing your teary reddened eyes that you don’t even notice akiteru sliding his reddened, leaking cockhead along your cum-stained folds, gathering a mixture of slick and cum. “you didn’t cum, right? don’t worry, nii-chan will take care of you.”
tsukishima isn’t sure whether to feel disgusted or entranced when he watches akiteru slide his cock into your pussy, your wetness offering little resistance. you whine at the intrusion but you’re cut off by akiteru’s lips meeting yours, his kiss sweet yet feverous as his fingers twine with yours, pressing them onto the bed. as tsukishima watches, ignoring the slow stirring of his cock, he can’t help but feel the jealousy leaching into his veins; this almost could’ve been mistaken as something intimate, like two lovers- only it’s his siblings, after he forced himself onto you, degraded and humiliated you all because he doesn’t ever want you to be for another man. and watching you turn your head away from akiteru and crying as you stare at the ceiling, realising that you’ll never be rid of the stains of their violation, ruined for all men except them, gives tsukishima the biggest thrill he’s ever felt in his life.
“pretty girl, you’re taking nii-chan’s cock so well.” akiteru moans, one of his hands slipping down to swirl your clit, your soft moan barely audible under his heavy moans. “so good for me. nii-chan’s perfect girl, aren’t you?” you don’t reply, your lip trembling as you watch akiteru lower his face to your chest with teary eyes, a soft groan escaping when he wraps his lips around your nipple.
“but she’ll take any dick though, won’t she?” tsukishima spits as he wraps his hand around his cock. it’s not the same- it doesn’t feel anywhere good as your warm, velvety walls clinging to his length, the perfect hole to fuck. “you’d let anyone use you.”
he shuffles closer, stroking himself as akiteru begins to fuck you faster, ignoring your little whines of discomfort- or perhaps pleasure- as his head falls back with heavy moans.
“y/n- you feel so good- so good- such a good girl for nii-chan.” he doesn’t object to tsukishima forcing your hand away from his grasp, instead watching with widened eyes when he forces your hand around his cock, thrusting into your fist. you don’t try to fight it, instead lying limp and placid, your eyes glassy with soft moans the only sound escaping from you. “nii-chan will make you cum- don’t worry. nii-chan is the only one who can make you cum.” you whine when akiteru fucks you faster, his fingers rubbing your clit fast and each thrust making your eyes roll to the back of your head. it’s so sinful, so lewd to hear your moans grow louder, your hips almost bucking up to meet akiteru’s thrusts before you finally cum. a squeal escapes you as akiteru fucks you through your high and tsukishima can’t tear his eyes away from watching your wetness dribble down your thighs. he can only imagine what akiterus’s feeling- your warm walls clamping down on his length, pulsating around his throbbing cock and your slick drenching him-
fuck. tsukishima groans loud when he cums again, this time the sticky fluid splattering over your face. your mouth drops open with shock but it just makes it better- the stringy ropes of cum cling to your tongue and lips, ruining you in him.
“y/n, y/n, y/n-” neither of you register akiteru cumming until he’s chanting your name over and over, cheeks flushed pink as his hips stutter, head falling back as he releases in you completely. he pulls out slowly, smiling as the two tsukishima brothers watch globules of cum leak from your abused hole, a success to ruining you. but only one can win.
“you came in her?” tsukishima snaps. the anger flooding through him is hot and envious, made worse by the sweet innocent smile akiteru plasters on his face.
“well, someone has to do it for the first time. and what better person suited for it than me?” he looks at you with a wide smile, rubbing your leg softly and not minding about the finger marks beginning to purple on them. “nii-chan will always look after you, y/n. that’s why you don’t need anyone else- i hope you know that now.” you don’t reply, instead staring blankly at the ceiling with tears rolling down your cum-stained face. but akiteru doesn’t mind as he brushes your hair out of your face. “i’ll get you a glass of water and then clean you up, y/n. we can watch a movie afterwards- you can choose it.”
as akiteru leaves the room, tsukishima stares at you. you don’t move as you lie naked on the bed, the cum drying on your tear-stained face and your pussy a ruined mess and that’s when he realises how empty your glassy eyes are, how much hurt must be wrenching your heart now, how broken you must be.
maybe he should feel sorry for you. maybe he should feel disgusted with himself. but why doesn’t he? why is his mind instead whirring with all the lewd ways he can one-up akiteru and really make you all his?
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sugawara-sweetheart · 3 years
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❣︎tōru-nii❣︎
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warnings: incest, mature, virgin!reader, corruption kink
you aren’t like your brother, tōru-nii. he’s popular, talkative, charming. he has a long line of ladies waiting after him that you know he’s experienced judging by all the blurred faces you see leave oikawa’s bedroom on sunday mornings.
he just doesn’t expect you to be edging into his bedroom one night, your eyebrows drawn in worry and your bottom lip tugged btween your teeth, hands twisting together anxiously. he’s always tried to be a sweet brother so it’s almost natural for him to pout, to put on that soft voice of faux sympathy.
“y/n-chan, what’s wrong?” he asks, patting the spot next to him on the bed. you whimper as you sit beside him, playing nervously with the hem of your skirt.
“tōru-nii, i-i’m…” you’re shy and obviously flustered, your eyes fixated on the floor. “you know i’m a virgin?” he inhales sharply. he knew you were innocent...but this innocent still? your body was still so untouched? so pure, so easily ruined. he has to hold back a smile as he nods at you to continue. “i want to lose it! i want to be experienced like you, nii-san! help me, please!” his eyes widen at your words, the blood rushing to his cock as you stare at him so needily, tears clinging to your pretty eyes and his shirt balled up in your fists.
oikawa hates to admit it, he’ll always keep it a secret but he just loves you so fucking much. he loves your pretty tits and your plush thighs and soft ass that always looks so good in those skimpy night shorts you wear, your plump lips and the innocence of your round eyes. he’ll never admit it but whenever he’s fucking those girls, it’s your sweet lips he imagines tasting, it’s always your tits he imagines he’s groping and suckling, that it’s your warm thighs wrapped around his head, your tight, wet cunt that takes his cock so well.
“okay, i’ll help you, y/n, just because i’m a good nii-san. let’s start off easy, have you ever been kissed?” his cock hardens as you shake your head. so fucking innocent. so easy to ruin. “that’s okay, nii-san can teach you how to kiss.” you’re smiling wide as he grips your chin, tilting your face into a kiss.
so he teaches you to kiss, leaving you with a flushed face and wet, swollen lips. then he seats you on his lap and adds tongue, licking into your mouth and sucking on your tongue and nibbling on your bottom lip so you’re moaning into his mouth. once you get restless, he gropes you and then prises your clothes off so he can suck and nibble on the delicate skin of your throat, your chest, the soft skin of your inner thighs. you taste so good on his tongue and when he finally forces his cock into you, making you moan and gasp and your mind go hazy from how well tōru-nii fucks you, his ego just swells. he’s so lucky to see his cute, innocent little sister get tainted and ruined for the first time and of course who’s cock is better for her to cum on for the first time ever than her precious tōru-nii’s?
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sugawara-sweetheart · 3 years
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𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔟𝔦𝔡𝔡𝔢𝔫 𝔣𝔯𝔲𝔦𝔱 (𝔪)
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❥ukai keishin x fem!reader
❥warnings: tw voyeurism, tw stepcest, age gap (18 y/o reader), masturbation
❥word count: 2.5k
❣︎anon: Can I has a crumb 👌🏻 of step dad Ukai lusting after his step daughter, even standing in the bathroom while she takes a shower beating his dick and slips out before she's done?
i loved this too much to just keep it a thirst so here we go!!! its a fic of step daddy ukai tee hee thank you for requesting <333
ukai didn’t think he’d get married so early. he wasn’t even thirty yet, and already he’d settled down. he had a gold band around his left ring finger, a family home with picture frames on the wall and a pet cat always snoozing at the end of the bed, a bed he shared with a woman to call his wife. and he had a daughter too- or rather, a step-daughter as his wife was considerably older. it wasn’t that he minded though- she was beautiful, wealthy, accomplished and all of that really showed in you.
he’d only met you a few months before the wedding at some fancy restaurant, forcing the feel of familial intimacy under the rose-coloured lights. you’re sweet and polite, ignoring the blatantly obvious fact that your mother’s new boyfriend is closer in age to you than he is to her, but you answer all his questions of how you’re studying at a prestigious university and what you like to do in your free time and how you’d be more than happy to help him at the store on the weekends.
in fact, ukai went home that night deep in thought but it wasn’t about his girlfriend. it was about you. he couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful you looked- so similar to your mother but better. your plush lips and sparkly eyes, your beautiful body looking so pretty in that dress and your sweet, delicate voice that still rang in his ears the whole way driving home. suddenly his whole mind was permeated with the thought of you that when he laid down in bed, cock twitching as his palm drew towards it, it wasn’t quite accurate to say he was imagining his girlfriend, but maybe a younger, softer, similar yet different enough version.
maybe getting married wasn’t so bad after all.
moving into your mother’s home feels natural to ukai. there’s something calming about going downstairs to breakfast to see you in the kitchen, your morning lips plump and your bare face so naturally beautiful as you ask him if he’d like coffee. he’ll watch you as you fill the kettle with water, your tiny sleeping shorts clinging to the curve of your ass, soft supple skin of your legs and arms on show and the thin fabric of your cami top doing nothing to conceal your puffy nipples protruding. it feels satisfying almost to sit beside you on the couch, his thigh pressed against yours as he asks you what show you’re watching or to lean over your university books splayed over the dining table, nodding with acknowledgement of how smart you are, his smart little girl- and the wide grin that stretches across your face and the sparkle in your eyes at his praise is so beautiful to him.
in essence, he just can’t stop thinking about you. even when he’s pounding into your mother, his cock driving into her pussy and his hands groping her tits, he wishes it’s your walls clinging to his length and your slick coating him, that you’re the one chanting his name like a prayer and it’s your sweet lips he’s tasting in the passionate kiss. he knows you’d taste of cherries- it’s your favourite lip balm.
wednesday mornings are ukai's favourite. your mother leaves for work before either of you are awake and karasuno doesn’t have practise, leaving him the rare time to lie in the warmth of the bedsheets, eyes fluttered shut as an image of you paints in the back of his eyelids. the bedsheets pulled up to his chin smell of lavender, your mother’s favourite and he knows you love it too, catching you burning the oils in your bedroom and dabbing spots of perfume on the insides of your wrist, behind your ear- is that your sweet spot? what would you smell like if ukai were to press his face into the crook of your neck, what would you feel like if he were to ghost his lips over your skin? what sounds would you make when he sucks on the delicate spot there?
the sound of water splashing drags ukai out of his thoughts even though his cock still throbs, blood rushing to it as it dawns upon him- you’re in the shower. naked, water splashing all over your body and glistening off your skin, your scented body wash and shampoo filling the bathroom and your skin soapy with white suds. it’s pornographic. he needs to see it for real, to feed his insatiable craving because the imagination just isn’t enough anymore.
he can’t deny some guilt trickles into his chest, heavy and weighing him down as he pulls back his bedsheets. he’s your step-father- he’s married and he’s a parental figure to you and you’re so young, just a fresh innocent eighteen year old.
“y/n’s never had a proper father.” your mother’s voice rings in his ears. ”so i’m really pleased of how well you’re getting along- she’ll finally have the chance of having a proper dad now with you around.”
this isn’t how fathers should feel- but he’s not your real dad. it’s not really that wrong. ukai swallows hard as he gets to his feet, softly padding out of the bedroom and edging down the hall towards the bathroom. it’ll just be once- nobody will know. and he’s certain you’re not so innocent either. the thoughts have plagued his mind plenty- do you touch yourself? do you have a burning need that drives you to sneak your hands down into your pretty panties and rub that sensitive, swollen nub till your back is arching and your toes curl as waves of pleasure crash over you? have you ever fingered yourself? how do your walls feel around your fingers- or maybe you’ve fucked someone? have you been such a whore to let another man kiss you and see your naked body, to see your pretty pussy and be inside you?
he exhales heavily when the door handle pushes down under his grasp. his cock twitches with anticipation, hard outline pressing against his boxers as he steps into the bathroom. you don’t hear the click of the door behind him under the stream of water, your body turned to face it instead. you don’t see him either, not through the steam and ukai sighs with relief when he sees that you’re massaging white suds of shampoo into your hair. the sweet scent of it permeates the steamy air and he can almost imagine that he’s buried in your scent- maybe kissing your neck and biting purple marks into the delicate skin or face buried between your legs. it gives him the perfect opportunity to lean against the cold tiled wall and watch you.
your body’s beautiful, he admires. it’s exactly how he imagined- but better with your pretty tits on show, your nipples pebbling under the warm water and your ass there for him to see plainly- not hidden underneath cotton shorts. gorgeous. everything he’s ever wanted to see from you- he can’t tear his eyes away from you as his dick throbs with pure need, he needs to touch himself, he has to. but what would happen if you see him? would you scream? would you tell your mother, sobbing to her about what a disgusting pervert her husband is? or would you enjoy it? would you be such a little slut that you’d like to see your step-father all hard for you, craving you?
his body shudders as he trails his hand down his boxers, hissing through gritted teeth as his fingers close around the warm weight of his cock, pulling it out from the restrains of fabric. the pressure feels good, a soft sigh falling from his lips and dissipating into the cloudy, perfumed steam building in the bathroom, the steam that smells of you and your shampoo as you hum in the shower, water splashing all over your body as you tilt your head under the shower head. he licks the palm of his hand, wishing it was your tongue running along the veins instead before he wraps it around the shaft of his thick cock, stroking it along with rubs at the sensitive head, thumb swiping across the leaking slit as warm pleasure runs through his veins, heightened as he watches the water rinse down your body. the wet drops cling to your skin, sparkling in the daylight, and carrying down the soapy suds. your tits look so pretty with the water washing off the white foam and ukai pants heavily as he pumps his cock faster, hips jerking as he tries to hold back his moans.
it’s harder when he starts to picture your hand instead of his- how would your small hands look wrapped around his cock, fingertips straining just to reach around the full thickness of his throbbing length- the same hands pushing your wet locks out of your face as you sigh breathily. ukai watches greedily as you run your hands down your body, rubbing your soft skin as the water pours over you. he’s not supposed to see this, but the thrill of it just makes him pump his cock faster, his grip tightening as he rubs the sensitive red head. it’d feel so good to have your hand wrapped around him- or even better, you kneeling before him, maybe just as you look right now. you’d look so pretty with your hair wet, leaking droplets all over your skin and letting them roll down your hard nipples. your pretty eyes would look so beautiful pleading for his cock level with your face, water clinging to your lashes and your pretty, cherry red lips pouting and saliva drooling from your mouth because you’re so hungry for his cock. maybe you’ll let him smear the leaking cockhead over your lips, let them glisten with his precum or slap your hot cheek with his dick, reduce you to nothing more than a little slut.
ukai isn’t sure if he can keep the deep moans that threaten to resonate concealed as you continue to stand under the water, letting it all wash over you with your hands tucked under your chest. it just pushes up your tits more and hot pleasure washes over him as he bucks his hips into his fist, biting so deep into his lip to control the groan that threatens to escape. he doesn’t want to tear his eyes away from you- this beautiful display- but there’s that hot pink on the floor in the corner of his eye and with a quick glance he notices it’s your panties. they’re soft to touch and the thin fabric smells of you as he buries his face in it, cock twitching as he swipes the sensitive head. fuck. this is what it’d be like to be buried between your legs, he realises as he stares at you. this is what you’d smell like if he was fucking your hole with his tongue, nose rubbing against your clit as your wetness drools from your pussy, coating his tongue and smearing across his cheeks. you’d have your legs on his shoulders, thighs pressing into his head and toes curling from how well he fucks you on his tongue. maybe you’d pull his hair- your mother doesn’t do that enough- and be screaming his name, tugging on his blond locks. fuck- he has to taste you and he’s glad for the pink fabric pressed against his mouth to conceal the deep moan that drags from his lips when his tongue presses against the damp fabric.
he freezes when he watches you move, only you’re reaching for the showerhead and confusion etches on ukai’s face as he freezes. his cock is still throbbing in his grip, the angry red head oozing precum and an insatiable desire to cum still flooding him but what are you doing? will you turn to look at him- catching him with his hard dick in his hand and your dirty panties pressed to his face? but you don’t. instead you’re just adjusting the stream to a high pressure jet and hoisting a leg on the side of the bathtub and-
oh.
ukai’s cock twitches and your soft moan filling the damp air drowns out his own groan. so that’s what you’re doing- one hand holds the showerhead to your pretty pussy, the stream of water directly splashing against your swollen clit and the other hand teases between your folds.
so you do touch yourself.
he can see your fingers teasing your pink hole and you eventually slide one in. he fucks his cock into his fist in time to your fingers thrusting in out of your wet cunt, slick and water running down between your thighs and he just wants to know how it feels- how would your spongy walls feel around his cock, hugging his length and letting him thrust deep into your pussy, letting you feel every ridge and vein of his cock? he could take you right here- press you against the cold tiles and pound his dick into you, letting your slick coat him and your nails rake down his back as your heavy moans of his name dissipate into the misty clouds of steam. the skin of your thighs would feel so soft to grip and wrap around his hip and your lips would taste so sweet, maybe minty from toothpaste and you’d be moaning his name. he’d swirl his thumb around your swollen clit, let you mewl into his mouth as he sucks on your tongue. like a little nymphet of sin, you’d bite his lips and moan for him as your walls convulse, your wetness gushing all over him and cunt milking him for his cum-
fuck. he tears your pink panties away from his lips when his cock throbs, the coil in his stomach tight. he can’t help the deep grunt that escapes- hoping your moans are loud enough to drown out his but he isn’t sure he cares anymore, not when you’re cumming too. your head falls back, legs trembling as your soft cries echo off the tiled walls, face contorted lewdly. he wants it to be his name- he wants to hear ‘keishin’ fall from your lips over and over as you cum all over your fingers- he wants it to be his cock. he wishes his fingers were your warm cunt as the sticky cum spurts from the throbbing cockhead, splattering over your pink panties and staining them in him. as he pants, his ears ringing and mind rushing, he just wishes his cum was clinging to your skin instead. you’d look so beautiful like that.
ukai’s eyes widen when he looks up from your stained panties and his still-hard cock to meet yours. you’re staring at him, skin hot and jaw hanging open, the hand holding the showerhead trembling as water continues to pour. it’s too loud for the tense silence. coldness strikes through him, heart thudding against his ribcage. what does he say? how does he justify himself?
but you don’t say anything. you just turn away. your body shakes as you refit the showerhead, fingers trembling when you reach for the bodywash and loofah and your sweet humming fills the bathroom, leaving ukai only to wonder how much did you want him there?
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sugawara-sweetheart · 3 years
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parasite | part ii (m)
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❥oikawa x fem!reader x kunimi x kindaichi | seijoh x fem!reader 
❥warnings: mentions/descriptions of somnophilia, public sex, rough sex, biting | minor implication of cheating | Stockholm syndrome, manipulation | noncon, heavy degradation, humiliation, spitting, voyeurism, nipple play, dacryphilia, handjob, choking, slapping, cock-slapping, facial + creampie
❥word count: 5.4k
hell has always been depicted one way. crimson fire and blood sweeping across, anguished face melting into skulls, darkness plaguing. but that’s wrong.
this is hell.
being oikawa tōru’s dirty little cumslut is hell.
you thought it would’ve gotten better after almost three years of finishing high school had passed but it’s the same. you wake with a heavy heart, stinging tears building in your eyes and oikawa’s cock forced its way into your aching cunt, his lips pressed to your throat, staining fresh bruises over the old ones. it was foolish to think the day you folded up your aoba johsai uniform for the last time ever that you were free of your dirty time at the school, but you were so wrong.
and it isn’t just oikawa. it isn’t unusual for iwaizumi to turn up at the door of oikawa’s doorstep, not just to see his best friend because the two are still inseparably close, but to demand you.
“come on, you’ve been hogging her for too long, making her into your slut. stop being greedy and learn to share, shittykawa.” is all he spits, tugging you away roughly by the arm whilst oikawa merely laughs.
“play nice, iwa-chan!” is all he calls, waving you away.
sometimes iwaizumi just can’t wait. more often than not he’s fucked you in his car, the cold windows steaming up as he grunts in your ear, hips snapping into yours till his hot white cum spills all over your clothes, clinging to the fabric. and then when you finally return back to his apartment it happens all over again. you can’t find it in yourself to cry anymore but maybe iwaizumi’s more careful than oikawa; there’s always a tenderness in his eyes when he brushes your hair out of your sweating face, asking you if you’re okay. but what are you supposed to say? tell him no, you’re fucking done with this shit, as if they’d ever let you go?
even makki and mattsun hadn’t fully let go. the two may have moved away to tokyo for university but they still return often, sometimes together, sometimes alone. too many assignments. close deadline. girlfriend is pissing him off. and all oikawa does is laugh cheerily, swinging his arm around his shoulder, a suggestive gleam in his crinkled eyes.
“need some stress relief?” and you’re whoever’s for the night to use as they wish.
maybe if you had applied to another high school or another club or you weren’t so outgoing, things would’ve been different.
but instead you’re oikawa’s little toy to be passed around as he wishes, and he’d always been a good senpai to his underclassmen, a good captain to his former teammates even to this day.
yahaba gets you first after he graduates. you don’t know what happened to the sweet, charming boy who always went out of his way to treat you like a delicate angel because the way his hand strikes your cheek burns with a sting as he drives his cock into your cunt relentlessly, spitting about what a dirty slut you are, how you’re only good to get fucked, the only thing you can do is take cock. but he isn’t as bad as kyōtani. you were sure you were lucky to be alive, after his hands locked around your throat too hard, squeezing your airways tight till black spots began to appear in your teary vision.
even iwaizumi and oikawa had been stunned when you’d returned. deep bruises stained your arms and bite marks etched into your legs, handprints on your throat and welts on your cheeks, pink cum clinging to your panties. neither of them had been able to say anything but there was a deep crease between iwaizumi’s brows as he rubbed the ointment carefully onto you.
“gonna kill him.” he hissed to himself when you winced with the pain and flinch at his movements. but they still didn’t refuse the next time kyōtani came around asking for a go.
but even after everything- even after he lets you be used, be spat on and slapped, have your hair pulled till strands are ripped from your burning scalp and there’s bite marks bruising your skin- the only time you feel cathartic calmness wash over you is when you’re in oikawa’s arms, his fingers brushing through your hair, his clean scent filling your nose.
“oh, you’re such a cute, little slut. a good girl.” he hums, nuzzling his face against your cheek with a smile on his face. if it had been different, you’d have looked like an adorable couple perhaps. but this was anything but.
one night when you’d been lying next to oikawa, staring up at the dark ceiling, fantasies began to paint in your mind. what if your innocent teenage crush on oikawa had been reciprocated differently? maybe you’d be lying beside him optionally, that you would choose to kiss him and let him touch you and he wouldn’t laugh at you and mock you for sobbing even though your wetness is drooling from your tight, slutty hole- and even if he did, it’d be okay because it’d just be a fantasy and you know he’d love you. or what if you had refused that night what feels like so many years ago? what if you had pushed him away, asked him to leave, if you hadn’t given in to the heavy sense of not wanting to disappoint weighing down on you?
“what you thinking about?” you start slightly at oikawa’s saccharine voice purring in your ear as he shifts, pressing his body against yours and resting his hand over your waist. you try not to tense too much- he always hates it when you do. “don’t you trust me, y/n-chan? you know i’d never hurt you- why would you think i would?” he’d pout, scandalised and hurt by the idea of you being scared of him, even though you know he doesn’t really care. in fact, you’re sure he likes the fear.
“i’m just thinking.” you breathe. you can feel his eyes piercing into you, even in the darkness as your eyes flutter shut. that fantasy of being free is so beautiful. “tōru, would you ever let me go?”
“let you go?” he laughs but you feel his arm tighten around your waist. “where would you go?” you don’t reply but his legs tangle with yours and he pulls you into his hold, resting his lips against your ear. “i care for you here. i give you a home, food, clothes- anything you want i give you. you wouldn’t have anyone else like that in the world.” he sounds hurt, voice mocking and it makes your chest twinge. he wasn’t wrong; he was busy practising and playing volleyball, heading towards his dream of being a pro-athlete and competing at the very top nationwide- worldwide even perhaps- but he still always came home to you. he still always had time for you. “why would you want to go?” there’s a heavy pregnant pause and your throat feels tight before you can mumble out an apology, shaking your head to dispel the fantasies you crave. the tension washes away and you can feel his lips stretch into a smile as you curl into him. “that’s right, sweetie. you’d never want to leave me.”
spring used to be your favourite time of year. cherry blossom always looked so beautiful and there was nothing as exhilarating as finishing the long, strenuous academic year and getting to admire the beautiful pink blossom decorating the trees, drifting in the light airy breeze. before you would celebrate- it used to be sweet, happy memories to be sipping peach tea under the cherry blossom trees as the warm, spring air carried your laughter with your friends: oikawa, iwaizumi, hanamaki and matsukawa. oikawa still takes you to see it, but now pink blossom bleeds into scarlet with his fingers gripped around your wrist, a bitter taste weighs heavy on your tongue.
one spring night oikawa invites kunimi and kindaichi round. their cheeks are flushed pink with tipsy joy in the warm living room as they sip cold beers, laughing over old memories with the sounds of a volleyball game on television playing in the background. it’s supposed to be a nice thing- a senpai, a captain, treating his underclassmen for finally graduating, but your stomach still churns with anxiety, cold sweat dampening your skin even when you shuffle closer to oikawa. the soft scent of his cologne doesn’t calm you now and your glass of juice weighs heavy in your hand. you’re sure if you even try to open your mouth you’ll be sick.
but you don’t mind.
it’s better to feel ignored as you sink into the couch, staring at the blue and yellow striped ball flashing on the television than to acknowledge kunimi and kindaichi’s eyes boring into you. something about them makes your skin crawl- it’s been a few years since you’d left high school but it feels different now. back then they had adored you- you were their manager, their senpai who always gave them the coldest water bottles first, who defended them from the other senpais, who always cheered them on and offered to buy them ramen and meat buns after practise. and now you can’t say exactly what it is but they look at you differently.
“another beer?” oikawa asks and the two dark-haired boys nod. you try to swallow the thick lump in your throat when he gets up from beside you on the couch, prising his arm away from you even if you try to cling to his sleeve and the living room door snapping shut behind him makes all the little hairs on the back of your neck stand up. you try not to look at them, staring at the television screen but it’s hard to focus when the bright light stings and bleeds out into white lines from the hot tears building in your orbs. there’s a flash of movement. your heart drops as you sink into the couch, horrified to find kindaichi has moved from the other end closer, kunimi standing from the armchair and towering over you.
“you guys okay?” your voice wavers and you grip the hem of your shirt tight, hoping it’ll mask how your hands tremble but you can’t even meet their eyes piercing into you.
“we’re not stupid, you know.” kindaichi spits first. you can see it now, hear it- the disgust laced in his tone, in his narrowed eyes. “we want our turn.”
“w-what?” kunimi scoffs next, shaking his head as a somewhat amused smile tugs at the corners of his lips.
“don’t play dumb, y/n. we know you’ve been their little fucktoy for years now. and now it’s our turn to use you too.”
an iciness strikes through your chest as you stare at the two boys, cowering as you sink into the couch, shaking your head furiously.
“n-no! it’s not like that!”
“really?” there’s a harsh mocking to kindaichi’s tone, his eyes widened in faux disbelief. “are you saying yahaba and kyōtani were both lying? that your cunt was the tightest little hole they’d ever fucked? that you weren’t so good at taking dick right now down that little throat?” you gasp, spluttering  on your words as you try to protest. they edge closer as fear rises in you, and a desperate squeal falls from your lips when kindaichi’s heavy hand grips your shoulders, pushing you flat against the  couch.
you cry out as his fingers fumble for the buttons of your shirt, your hands clawing at his and legs flailing, and he grunts when your foot strikes into his stomach.
“you fucking bitch.” kunimi hisses, grabbing your hands as kindaichi clambers over your legs, his sheer weight feeling like it’s crushing your bones.
“stay still, dumb whore- do you think anyone’s going to help you?” the buttons come falling off your shirt as kindaichi rips it open and your scream is lost when kunimi sticks his fingers into your mouth, your throat closing up on the drool that spills from your lips.
but then the door opens and oikawa stands in the doorway, mouth hanging open and three beers in his hand.
“what’s going on?” you sob heavily when kunimi pulls his fingers from your mouth and releases your wrists, your hands immediately falling to your chest to cover yourself up and neither kindaichi nor kunimi try to stop you when you scramble away from them, hurrying to oikawa. he lets you fall into his arms as he places the beers down on the coffee table, holding you and swaying you gently with gentle shushes.
“t-tōru, t-they-” you shake as you cling to him, wet tears staining your cheeks as you bury your head in his chest and he coos as he cups the back of your head.
“oh, it’s okay, sweetie. don’t worry, i’m here now.” his voice is so gentle. but then he chuckles. his chest vibrates against your head as you tense in his hold. it doesn’t feel like safety anymore.
“you guys couldn’t wait, huh?” tuts oikawa, lifting a brow as he stares at kindaichi and kunimi, a mocking smirk tugging at his lips.
“everyone else got a go on her.” says kunimi. “so why can’t we fuck the slut too?” you flinch at his words, clinging to oikawa’s t-shirt tighter as he merely laughs.
“you can- i’m not saying you can’t. but do you even know how to fuck a woman?” you shake as he pulls you away from him, cupping your face and tilting it up so his eyes can lock with yours. he always scrutinises you, taking in your watery eyes that waver with fear, your trembling lips that whispered begs fall from.
“what was that, sweetheart? i can’t hear you.” the only sound in the room other than the ignored television is your heavy pants as you can barely gasp for air. blood rings in your ears and your heart pounds, knees feeling weak as you cling to oikawa.
“p-please, tōru- d-don’t let them.”
“aw, baby.” your eyes clench shut as he grips your face, swiping his thumb messily over your cheeks, rubbing your tears into your flushed skin roughly enough that it hurts. “don’t worry, i’ll take care of you.” you groan when his hand suddenly reaches under your skirt, grabbing your clothed cunt as you squirm but he’s too strong, pressing his fingers against your clothed clit and rubbing it through the fabric as kindaichi and kunimi stare hungrily.
“tōru, stop it!”
“oh, don’t act like you don’t want it.” you struggle as he spins you around, forcing you to face the two men with your back pressed to his chest. one of his large hands easily grip both your wrists and the other rubbing your pussy through your panties. it’s humiliating, how they both stare at you like you’re nothing more than a piece of meat, darkened eyes lustful and hard outlines of their cocks pressing against the tight restraints of their jeans. “you were such a good manager to them too- it’s only fair you let them watch. besides,” you shudder as he presses a kiss to your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “they might pick up one or two things for when i'm not here.”
“please-” you try to turn your head to face him, pleading eyes wide. you’d been used so many times before. you’re exhausted by now. and now, there’s more of them to use you? would there be any end to this? “tōru, i-i’ll do anything else, just-” fresh tears build in your eyes as you try to wrestle his grip around your hands. it starts to feel warm between your legs, your panties growing damper. your toes are almost starting to curl in your socks as oikawa’s fingertips rub swirls on your swelling clit. “j-just not like this.”
“aw, that’s rude to our guests, y/n-chan.” you hate the feeling of his hot breath dancing on your skin between the open-mouthed kisses he presses to your neck and jaw, still damp with the tears that stream down your cheeks. “besides, you’re getting so wet. are you sure you don’t like this?”
“bet she loves it, the slut.” kindaichi scoffs, voice permeated with a groan as he palms himself through his jeans.
“oh, you bet.” oikawa smiles. his hands are forceful when they shove you onto the couch, making you groan as your back hits it harshly, but you have nowhere to run as he cages you in. his large hands grip your thighs, spreading them out with his nails piercing into the bare flesh of your thighs and you’re horribly aware of the little wet patch in the centre of your panties, clinging to your folds, when he tugs down your skirt, letting it pool at your ankles. your half-torn shirt comes off next, your bare nipples pebbling in the cold air.
“tōru-” it’s a pathetic pleading whine as you try to cover yourself up, try to push your legs together but you can’t, not with oikawa between them. “don’t want to.” it’s humiliating, it always has been every time you’ve been stripped bare and shared between a group of men you thought were your friends, but time has desensitised you to that. but now it’s different, it’s new yet nightmarish images flash in your mind. you had been so young then, so young and scared and feeble. and you’re falling back into that. or maybe you never left it.
“oh, don’t whine, baby.” he pouts, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head.
a gasp falls from your lips when he leans to your chest, his tongue flicking and swirling around your pebbled nipples, making your eyes flutter shut as you squirm below him. you don’t want the whines to fall from your lips but they’re hard to control. “she’s really sensitive here. look.” he rolls his fingers against the little buds, causing you to jerk and your toes to curl in your socks but hurt is etched all over your face, making oikawa simply laugh as he continues to flick his fingertips along your sensitive buds. “cute, right?”
“i bet she’s so wet.” sneers kunimi, his eyes flickering up from your chest to your face. through the hot tears brimming in your eyes you can clearly see the coldness he stares at you with. you’re nothing. there’s no mercy for the girl he’d respected as his senpai, his sweet manager-chan who he’d let ruffle his hair and tease him for being so lazy. you’re nothing but a mere- “slut.”
“look at her still struggling.” you whine at kindaichi’s snarl, but it bleeds out into a breathy gasp as oikawa wraps his lips around one of your nipples, sucking and lapping as he chuckles against your skin, kunimi scoffing with agreement.
“she does this a lot.” oikawa smiles when he releases your nipple with a wet pop. you feel like a little doll on display, there to be used for entertainment. and even though you’re not new to it, it still hurts all the same. more possibly. “but once you keep going,” his grip around your wrists tighten as he sits on your kicking legs, making you groan at the pain of his weight, and his other hand grabs your jaw forcefully, fingertips pressing into your cheek roughly. “she starts to like it.” the manic grin on his face sends shivers running through you that you fall frozen. all you can see is oikawa blaring in your mind like a horrible hallucination. “like the horny bitch in heat she is. she’s an insatiable cockslut.”
he prises your mouth open with his fingertips squeezing your cheeks and you flinch when he spits, a cold globule landing on your tongue. the horrible sensation makes you cringe but you’ve been conditioned, almost like a dog, that your pussy clenches.
“messy bitch.” you barely even get to process kindaichi’s words before oikawa’s shoving his fingers into your mouth, weighing down heavy on your salivating tongue. they edge towards the back of your throat, your throat tightening as you gag and you jerk under his weight, making them laugh sneeringly and stinging tears well in your eyes.  how pathetic.
“she really is.” oikawa smiles, his eyes flickering between kindaichi and kunimi. “and she’s good with her mouth too. because she’s a good little slut, aren’t you?” he nods his head slowly, almost like he’s urging a toddler to speak and you can only glower at him through your tears with his fingers forced in your mouth. “go on, say it.” kunimi and kindaichi watch with keen interest, horrible smirks plastered on their faces and you can clearly see the way they’re palming themselves so eagerly. how is it all the men you’d trusted, the same men you considered good enough to be family, were all so depraved?
“y/n-chan…” you try to force the humiliating words out but  it’s pathetic with drool bubbling from the corners of your lips, making you slobber all over oikawa’s hand and your own chin. your chest wrenches with the deep grunt kindaichi releases, the buckle of his belt clicking and a fresh wave of hot tears arise in your eyes again. this is embarrassing. worse than embarrassing.
“look at her crying.” says kunimi with a twisted smile on his face. “cry some more, bitch.” and you feel pathetic when you do, your face crumpling as hot tears run down your cheeks, your sobs muffled by oikawa’s fingers in your mouth. he groans as he slowly rocks his hips into you, grinding his erection against your body whilst kindaichi slowly strokes his cock.
“she looks pretty when she cries, right?” oikawa smiles.
you gasp for air, your throat feeling tight, when he finally rips his fingers from your mouth. strings of saliva break and splatter over your messy chin and he coos at the drool glistening off his fingers.
“messy girl. but it works as the best lube for your sloppy pussy, doesn’t it?” he releases your wrists and immediately you bury your sobbing face into your trembling hands, the tears running into the drool as oikawa spreads your legs wider.
“tōru, please- this is enough.”
“we’ve not even started yet, stupid bitch.” kindaichi growl cuts through harshly and you flinch when he grabs your hands, yanking it towards his cock. “just shut up and take it.” you recoil at the sight of his dick, slapped against his clothed stomach. he’s thick, the bulbous head leaking beads of precum and the prominent veins lacing along, but you don’t have a choice when his strength easily overpowers yours, grabbing your hand and spitting into the palm of it. his saliva feels horrible on your skin but it’s surely worse when he forces your fingers around his length.
“you’re a natural, kindaichi.” laughs oikawa. “do you like that, y/n-chan? do you like his cock in your hand?” you hate it. you hate the warm weight you’re forced to squeeze as kindaichi exhales heavily- but you barely get to cry out any protest before oikawa shoves his fingers into you.
it burns- three fingers already stretching you out with sharp scissoring motions that makes you gasp, your hand tightening around kindaichi’s cock and you hate the moan it draws out for him. oikawa isn’t usually like this- he’s rougher with his sharp fingerfucks against your spongy walls, your saliva mixing with the squelching wetness that fills the room.
“oh, she’s so tight just around my fingers.” oikawa hums. “just imagine how tight you’ll be around my cock.”
“and so wet too.” kunimi’s eyes are widened slightly as he watches how your pussy sucks in oikawa’s fingers, drenched in a thick sheen of your glistening slick. “fuck.” he groans under the sound of his zipper being undone and you cringe as you see him pull out his cock from the corner of your eye. it’s too much- warm pleasure begins to swirl in you, your toes curling at the rush as the pressure builds in the pit of your stomach, oikawa’s hips grinding his hard cock into your leg, kindaichi forcing you to stroke his length and kunimi jacking off right by your face. it’s horrible. it’s suffocating and you feel like you’re drowning-
a heavy moan falls from your lips and your hips jerk at the sudden hot flash of pleasure that rushes through you. a bright grin spreads across oikawa’s lips as his fingers stutter, and then he does it again. and again. his fingers rub against that sensitive spot that has the pleasure surging so much faster through you. your moans are harder to hold back, even though you hate them, but wetness drools from your cunt so much more.
“she likes that.” oikawa chuckles. “didn’t you say you didn’t want this? now look at you, soaking my hand and moaning like a whore.” you groan as he puckers his lips, spitting directly onto your glistening folds as slick dribbles down between your spread thighs.
“her cunt is so messy.” kindaichi murmurs.
“yeah.” oikawa exhales. “it’s this spot right here when you curl your fingers. it’ll make her cum so hard, just like a dumb whore she is. won’t it?” his voice sounds distant but his mocking tone is harsh as blood pounds in your ears and pleasure builds higher and higher. your skin feels hot and you’re so wet, walls gripping his fingers tighter. “you’re going to cum, right? cum now.”
your orgasm rushes through you, heavy and forceful as a string of moans fall from your lips. wetness gushes from your cunt, soaking oikawa’s hand in your release as your hips buck up into his hand, your own tightening around kindaichi’s cock. he and kunimi stare hungrily, entranced by the strings of slick that cling to oikawa’s fingers as he smiles proudly.
“wasn’t that nice?” you feel so fucked out. your mind is cloudy, blood pounding and heart racing as you stare at oikawa, dazed and breathless.
“she’s so fucked out.” kindaichi says and you don’t even flinch as he taps your cheek harshly, his fingertips stinging against your hot skin. “already?” oikawa hums in response as he unbuckles his belt, a happy smile painted on his face.
“oh yeah. it makes her a whole lot better to fuck when she’s a dumb, fucked out slut.”
he groans as his wet fingers close around his cock, spreading the slick over the veiny skin as his head falls back. he strokes himself slowly, squeezing the head and  chuckling at the precum that oozes from the flushed slit.
“oh, this cunt is going to feel so good.” his cock is heavy as he slaps it against your swollen clit, making you jerk with the sensitivity but his hand pins your hip in place with a bruising grip as he slides his cock into your wet hole. with the amount of wetness pooling below you the sting is minimal but you hate his deep, pleasured groan, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as your walls cling to his length.
“t-tōru-” his name falls softly from your lips and you want to push away at his hips, stop him from filling you up any further with his thick cock as the sensitivity makes you shudder. “t-too big.”
“take it, y/n-chan.” he grunts through gritted teeth. his hips are sharper as he pushes into you, making you gasp as it takes.
“that’s what you’re here for.” kunimi hisses. “you’re just a cockslut.” you flinch at his words, your face crumpling as tears stain your cheeks once more but this time it makes oikawa groan louder, his hands circling your throat as he bottoms out in you.
“oh, you look so pretty when you cry.” you hate the feeling of his wet tongue on your cheeks, lapping at your tears with his fingers around your throat, but it ends quickly when he quickly pulls away, frowning at kunimi. “you can use her hand, you know.”
the younger man doesn’t hesitate to snatch your hand, dragging it towards his cock and you shudder as he licks your clammy hand, his wet saliva coating your skin before he forces it around the base of his cock. he’s thicker than kindaichi, longer too, and a deep breathy moan escapes him as he forces your hand along his length, just like kindaichi.
“now watch.”
a cry escapes you and your head fall back as oikawa starts to pound into you. he’s rough and fast, cockhead almost slamming against your cervix and hipbones snapping into yours.
“h-hurts. please.”
“i said take it.” oikawa’s voice is a deep, primal growl, rumbling deep from his throat as his fingers tighten around your neck, squeezing the air out of you. your walls clench tighter, body tensing but it just seems to make it hurt more as your eyes clench shut, pain pulsating through you as he pounds into your cunt for his own pleasure. “or cry. i don’t care, it just turns me on more. right, guys?” a breathy laugh, half a moan, falls from his lips as kunimi and kindaichi chuckle in agreement.
“she looks like such a slut right now.” the latter breathes. his hips buck up into your hand faster as he watches oikawa’s cock drive into your cunt. “getting railed with two dicks in her hands.”
“well, she’s taken more than this.” oikawa smiles. “you know back when we were in third year, we could pull her into the locker room before a game and she’d jack all four of us off. a real cumdump.” he taps your cheek mockingly as you glower through your tears whilst kunimi and kindaichi both moan at the lewd idea, their hands around yours forcing you to pump their throbbing cocks faster.
“when we get her, i’m gonna ruin her.”
oikawa laughs at the idea, releasing your throat to cup your face as he continues to drive his cock into you. your wetness drools all over his length, squelching lewdly as he smiles sadistically.
“pretty when you’re get fucked, aren’t you?’ his sweet lips press against the corners of your mouth, soft and tender. but the palm that strikes your cheek moments after isn’t- your head swinging limply to the side with your tender skin burning. “she likes it rough, you know? anything goes really”
“oh yeah? this too?” your scalp burns when kindaichi tugs you and you flinch when he grips the base of his cock, slapping the warm weight against your wet lips and cheek. and you hate how it makes oikawa and kunimi groan, the former fucking you faster whilst the latter bucks his hips up into your hole, forcing your fingers into a hole for him to fuck his cock in.
“oh, i think she likes that, kindaichi. she’s squeezing so much tighter.” oikawa laughs as he finds your clit, swirling it slowly as he tugs your face back to him. you can tell he’s taking you in carefully with his sadistically gleaming eyes- he likes seeing your wrecked makeup, your tears and drool, the hurt and pain. “do you want to cum? i’ll make you cum now, baby. you’ve been so good for us tonight after all.”
it used to be a trap. he’s said it plenty of times before- but it didn’t stop until he wants it to. or iwaizumi, or whoever the fuck is using you.
so you have to take it- you take oikawa’s cock pounding into your tight hole, him spitting onto your drooling cunt and swirling your thumb whilst kindaichi and kunimi use your hands, bucking their hips up into your fingers. you don’t know how many times you cum, time blurring but you’re exhausted and your throbbing cunt aches as oikawa’s thrusts become sloppy, his fingers squeezing around your throat again.
“i’m going to cum.” he groans. “going to cum in this tight little cunt. oh, you’re going to take it, won’t you? you’ll take my cum just like the perfect little cumdump-” he breaks off with a loud string of moans, cock twitching and warm spurts shoot into your cunt, flooding your warm walls. and kindaichi and kunimi aren’t far behind- their cocks hang in your face as they jack off with fast pumps, deep moans and breathy swears falling from their lips as you’re forced to watch them till hot ropes of sticky cum shoot from the flushed slits, splattering all over you. it’s everywhere- clinging to the skin of your chest, your tear-stained face, your hair whilst oikawa’s loads drips from your abused hole.
“what a fucking mess she looks.” kindaichi mutters. he looks disgusted.
“a proper cumslut.” oikawa just simply laughs, brown eyes crinkling with sheer amusement.
“well, at least you guys know how to have a fun time so make sure you show her that next week. i’ll be angry at you kouhais if they don’t.”
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𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔰𝔦𝔱𝔢 | 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔦 (𝔪)
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❥seijoh 3rd years x fem!reader / oikawa x fem!reader
❥warnings: dubcon/noncon, manipulation, blood, multiple smut scenes, forced orgasm, begging, praise kink, voyeurism, spit-roasting and implied double penetration, slapping, degradation, free use
❥word count: 4.0k
❣︎anon: hello thereeeee :) so i was hoping to request a dark fic for the seijoh team X reader who is their manager. So early on she joins and she it and is friends with all the boys and slowly they all manipulate her into doing sexual things with them but like before anyone could try anything they had to clear it with Oikawa and Iwa. I think Oikawa would use you the most and prob be the the one to break you so u only trust him. Maybe one day Kindaichi and Kumini try to punish you and corner u in the locker room with Oikawa and you run to him clutching his shirt begging him to protect you and he’s just there with a shit eating grin and decides to show his underclassmen how to treat a woman (sorry this is so long)
based off this ask- but changed a bit + split into 2 parts for age reasons as i dont write underage characters :) 
manager of aoba johsai high- the role is one that has filled you with pride from the moment you received it in your first year of attending the prestigious school. over the next few years of being manager, the team had grown to be like your family. you’re like another addition to your fellow third years; oikawa and iwaizumi are your closest friends and matsukawa and hanamaki treat you almost like a younger sister even though you’re the same age, kyōtani is never quite so rude to you like he is to others and every day you can count on yahaba to greet you with a sweet, unique compliment. the first years look up to you like an older sister, trust you, care for you. the volleyball team are the group of people you love the most that on your eighteenth birthday when your fellow third years buy you a sweet cake with teal icing and your name scrawled in buttercream and lit the candles, when hanamaki cheers that you’re finally eighteen, the last one of them to be an adult and oikawa holds out his phone to take pictures of you, you wish to have them in your life forever.
maybe if you knew what were to come of you that night you’d never had wished for that.
oikawa starts off nice at first. he walkes you home, the back of his hand grazing against yours and a bounce in his walk that you almost start to feel that light, electrifying hope bubble inside you. it’s obvious that over the course of three years the handsome, charming captain had become extremely popular with the ladies and you’d be lying if you said a small part of you doesn’t hope that maybe he’d have an extra sparkle in his eye for you, that his heart would flutter a little bit faster when he’s around you, that the cool, collected, charismatic oikawa tōru would feel a little flustered around you. so you don’t refuse him when he stops at your doorstep, shifting his weight from side to side as he rubs the back of his neck, his cheeks tinged a little pink under the white strobes of the streetlamp.
“it’s a bit late so i’ve messaged my dad to come pick me up from here.” he says with that charming signature smile stretched across his face. “you don’t mind if i wait inside with you, do you?” the light feeling of joy buzzes too much in you, your head spinning at the idea of your crush being alone in your home with you that you don’t even pause to wonder when he messaged his dad, his phone having been in his pocket the whole walk home.
it starts off normal enough when you take him up to your bedroom. your house is quiet with your parents still at work and oikawa has a smile tugging at his lips as he strolls around your bedroom, admiring the photographs you have on the wall and his fingers playing with the fairy lights strung around the room.
“have you enjoyed your birthday so far?” he enquires and you grin as you settle at the end of your bed, nodding.
“it was so fun! thank you so much for the cake- who’s idea was it?”
“it was mine, of course.” you roll your eyes at oikawa’s remark, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as he settles beside you, his thigh pressed against yours. you’d never been so close to him before, especially alone and as you squirm slightly you can feel his eyes piercing into you, a gleam held in his chocolate brown orbs.
“you’re eighteen now, you’re a big girl.” you chuckle as he lays down across your bed, holding himself up with his chin propped in his hand and his eyes rake over you slowly. “no longer an innocent little girl.” you’re not really sure what to say but you can’t deny there’s a suggestive lilt in his voice, one that makes your cheeks burn and your palms feel clammy as you fumble with the hem of your teal polo shirt. “have you done anything naughty yet?”
“what?” you’re laughing awkwardly but your heart thuds against your rib cage as oikawa reaches out, grazing his finger along your thigh to send shivers running down your spine.
“come on, you’re a pretty girl and you’re officially old. you must’ve done some nasty things, or maybe you haven’t? are you innocent, y/n? pure?” he laughs as you lower your head, not wanting to meet his eyes and you’re just hoping that you’ll hear a car pull up. sure, your parents won’t be pleased that you let a boy up in your bedroom but you’d rather be grounded for a weekend or have a bad scolding than be alone with oikawa for longer. but nothing. when was his dad going to come?
“have you ever touched yourself?”
“tōru, i- i don’t really like what you’re aski-”
“it’s okay if you haven’t.” oikawa beams, sitting up and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. “i can help you out there.” his smile makes you feel cold and it’s no surprise- with all the fangirls trailing after him, hanging onto his every word it’s no surprise he used them to his advantage but the way he’s looking at you now makes you tense your legs, pressing them together as you clench the hem of your shirt.
“i-it’s okay-”
“no.” he’s smiling sweetly but his voice is too firm. you don’t like the feeling of his hand splaying over your thigh, gripping the soft fat but not letting go. “please, let me treat you- consider it a birthday gift.i’m your oldest friend- you’d rather do it with someone you know and trust than some stranger.” he’s grinning and you don’t know if it’s because of the dim lighting and the half-shadows of your bedroom but it looks like a horrible leer that makes your blood run cold. “i’ll take care of you. i’ll make you feel good, and you’ll never have to regret or worry about your first time ever again because it’s all done. then when you go to college you won’t have to worry about being inexperienced!” he’s almost there. he leans close, tucking a loose lock of hair behind your ear. “you like me, right?” you’re hesitant but the way he’s studying you so closely, his eyes boring into yours, you feel naked already. so exposed. you can’t lie. you nod your head slowly and oikawa inhales sharply. “that’s what i thought. and i’ve always liked you, y/n. you’re so pretty. so can i?”
you want to say no. you want to move away, not let his lips that are ghosting yours press any harder. you wish his dad was here already, or your parents or maybe if iwaizumi had walked you home instead. but you feel so pinned under his gaze, so trapped like a rabbit caught in headlights, you only nod.
it isn’t bad. but it isn’t comfortable. oikawa kisses you too sloppily, his tongue melding with yours and drool spilling over your chin. it feels weird and foreign for his tongue to invade your mouth and his hands roam over your body too greedily, groping at your chest and hips in pinching ways that leave you squirming. he pulls off your clothes roughly and your cheeks burn with humiliation when he leaves you bare on the bed, straddling over you and spreading your legs to see everything. he fingers you first, his long limbs stretching out your walls and it hurts a little from the rough thrusts of his fingers. but then when he curls them and rubs at those sensitive spots that makes you squirm, it feels good- even better than when you’re alone. and oikawa is oddly sweet, cooing in your ear about how pretty you are and swallowing your moans with his heavy kisses and swirling your swollen clit gently and slowly till you’re finally cumming over his hand, drenching it in your slick. but that doesn’t make you any less scared, a protest dying in your throat, when he tugs off his clothes and his hard cock slaps against his stomach. he’s painfully hard and thick with precum oozing from the flushed tip. you want to pull away but from how he’s caged you underneath his body there’s nowhere to go. there’s nowhere else to look except into his cold brown eyes and your cries go unheard over his moans.
“so pretty.” he smiles as he slides his cock along your folds. it’s warm and heavy and you jerk when he taps it against your sensitive clit but he’s sweet, kissing your forehead as he edges his length towards your entrance. “i’ll take care of you so well- no one will ever make you feel this good except me.”
“tōru-” your anxious whine just makes oikawa inhale sharply before he slides his cock into you, groaning at how you bury your face in the crook of his neck and your nails rake down his back, hard enough to surely make him bleed. his cock throbs in your walls that seem to burn with the stretch and you feel so full with pressure building in the pit of your stomach.
“look how good my cock fits in your pretty little cunny. this pussy was made for me.” his teases make you whimper but he softly presses a tender kiss to your forehead before his lips meet yours in another desperate kiss. they don’t stop- tracing down your throat, the little bites stinging with possession as your soft moans fill the room, pleasure infused with pain, before his lips wrap around your pebbled nipples, sucking and nibbling and pushing you closer to the edge.
“you’re such a sweet girl,” oikawa smiles when he’s dressing himself, milky cheeks flushed and his eyes glittering as he gazes at you lying on the bed. you feel heavy, weighed down with the ropes of cum splattered across your stomach and chest, and with your heart feeling cracked with every heartbeat you can’t even move. your skin burns all over wherever oikawa touched you and scarlet pools below you, staining the bedsheets but he just smiles at you like you’re the best thing. “i’d be a fool to ever let you go.”
you’re bound to oikawa forever.
you don’t know why but after that day being stuck in school sends you into a panic. being surrounded by tall, broad strong boys every day in that vast gymnasium makes your ears ring, black spots filling your vision as your world spins. everything sounds so distant like your head is plunged underwater, and then two firm hands press on your shoulders. the clean smell of oikawa’s aftershave fills your nose, his perfume strong too, and his brown hair tickles your cheek as he leans down to you, smiling wide. everything starts to clear.
“you okay, y/n?” watari enquires, his eyes a little wide. “you seem pale.” the other boys watch you closely with intrigue, not looking so convinced even when you nod and force a shaky smile.
“just felt a bit dizzy.”
“you’ve got ro remember to take your vitamins, y/n-chan.” oikawa chastises you, but there’s a broad smirk on his face as he wraps his arm around you, pulling you into his side. “it’s okay, you can sit here on the bench with me.” your racing heart starts to slow when he takes you to the side, sitting down beside you and resting his hand on your thigh as you watch the boys resume practise. you’ve not been the same since that night, but for some reason even then you can only cling to oikawa to make you feel okay, even when he was the first one to ruin you.
you think it would just be him. that he’d be the only one who’d let some sweet words flow from his lips and even though your mind would scream no and your heart would feel heavy, you’d still pull off your clothes and let him have his way with you, hoping the kisses and the soft cuddles afterwards would make you feel better, even though they never do.
how naïve of you.
“we’re going to iwaizumi’s house tonight.” oikawa smiles at you after practise one friday evening. you hesitate a little, glancing at your other friend who’s lips twitch into a mere smile but you can’t voice your confusion. usually oikawa’s favorite friday evening activity is fucking you into the mattress till you’re a drooling mess whether you like it or not, but this time iwaizumi is here. a small semblance of hope ignites in you- maybe you’ll just hang out as normal friends and do normal things like watching a movie like you’ve been craving for so long, that a small warm smile grows on your face as you nod happily.
“let’s get meat buns on the way home then!” you cry, turning to eagerly stuff your notepad into your bag to get out of the gym quicker. you don’t see the smiles they exchange.
iwaizumi’s house is empty when you all arrive but you’re too excited to have a fun normal time with two of your closest friends, just like old times, to notice the thick tension brewing. or perhaps you don’t want to see it. you don’t mind iwaizumi nudging closer to you as oikawa feeds you bits of pizza and you don’t shake off the vice-captain’s hand that finds its way onto your thigh, grasping it tight through your teal sweatpants. it’s only when oikawa gets to his feet that you become aware of how close iwaizumi is to you, his grey eyes piercing into you, and your heart hammers against your chest as you try to cling to oikawa’s arm.
“w-where are you going?” you squirm at the bruising grip iwaizumi holds onto your thigh, tightening when your eyes widen at the smiling captain. “d-don’t go.”
“shittykawa,” iwaizumi growls. his voice is permeated with anger, brow furrowed as he glares at his best friend. “i let you go first but not to turn her into your own personal whore.” your throat goes dry when oikawa lets his high laugh ring in the room, piercing through the throbbing in your ears as you feel your throat tighten.
“i can’t help it if girls like me better, iwa-chan.” you wince when iwaizumi hisses, his nails piercing through the fabric of your pants, but the pain fades as oikawa leans down, cupping your face gently. the malicious look on his face is anything but soothing. “be a good girl for iwa-chan. i’ll be back.”
the door snaps shut and you whine as iwaizumi pulls you onto his lap, mouthing kisses to your neck and jawline as you squirm, gripping his shoulders tight. there’s no denying the unmistakable stiffness pressing against your clothed cunt, the shifting of his hips pressing it into you.
“oikawa isn’t the only one who can treat you.” he groans, tilting your face to lock your eyes with him. you swallow hard, nodding as you’re frozen with your heart pounding against your chest, nausea churning in your stomach. “you like me too, right?”
you can’t deny iwaizumi’s hot. if there was another person you’d have fallen for on the team, it would definitely had been the ace- the funny, muscular, intimidating ace who never failed to take care of you, just like an older brother. but that was before all this, and as you nod slowly you realise he’s just the same as oikawa. you really don’t know your friends at all.
his kisses are rougher than oikawa’s, the taste of his lips bitter but the familiar scent of his cologne is all you try to focus on, trying to calm your racing heart, as he pushes you against the couch, peeling off your sweatpants. heat rushes to your cheeks as you try to press your legs together but one warning glance from iwaizumi, you force yourself to relax, blinking back tears as you stare up at the ceiling, gripping the cushion underneath you.
“that’s it, angel.” iwaizumi mutters against the soft skin of your thighs. you wonder if he’s simply ignoring how much you’re trembling as his coarse fingertips grazes along your folds. “open up for me, let me see my pretty girl.”
it isn’t awful. it isn’t as bad as your first time. it’s just your friend, it’s just iwaizumi, and oikawa wouldn’t have left you if if he didn’t trust his best friend. so you try to tell yourself it feels good when iwaizumi presses his face against your cunt, sucking your clit and licking at your wet folds whilst his fingers stretch you out, that his roughness is nice as he fingerfucks your pussy and that your orgasm isn’t entirely forced when the hot waves of pleasure crash over you exactly at the moment he demands you cum for him. his cock is thick and it burns as he stretches you out, your tears staining the soft fabric of the couch and your nails clawing at it whilst he grasps your hips, groaning as he fucks you from behind, telling you how beautiful you look dripping all over him, how well your pretty pussy takes his dick, forcing you to beg to cream all over his cock as if its something you want.
“did you both have a nice time?” oikawa smiles when he returns to the room, carrying a warm washcloth. “i really do wish i could’ve stayed and watched.”
“shut up, trashykawa.” iwaizumi spits, grabbing the cloth and you can’t help but flinch as he reaches to wipe the cum he released all over your bare back. oikawa chuckles as he crouches by the edge of the couch, his face inches away from yours and for the first time you want to spit at him. spit. yell. cry. claw the horrible satisfied smirk spreading across his face as he gazes at you like you’re nothing more than a damn pet. but you don’t. you let him kiss the tip of your nose and stroke your hair, blood ringing in your ears as your two former best friends talk about you, how good your cunt is, how tight you are, how you’re such a pretty little thing, like you’re not even there.
a pretty pet. a little plaything. a cumdump.
that’s all you’re reduced to, chained to oikawa and iwaizumi to use for their own pleasure. you’re swapped between them whenever they want- a bad practise match or an empty house, if iwaizumi’s extra annoyed at oikawa, if iwaizumi’s been hogging you too long. the rest of the team don’t notice a thing- they don’t see how you come stumbling out of the boys’ toilets after oikawa with your lips swollen and your knees weak, a far, distant look in your glazed eyes and the stains of tears drying on your cheeks. or perhaps they ignore it, just like they ignore iwaizumi’s pointed look after oikawa’s pissed him off that makes you run to his side, nodding when he tells you he’ll be walking you home tonight. or maybe it’s something else entirely, you consider when you feel the eyes burning into you at practise and you look up to see hanamaki and matsukawa staring at you from their positions on the court, smiles tugging at their lips that only they seem to understand.
makki and mattsun, as you’d endearingly used to call them, see it as a game. their laughter sounds like a manic nightmare in your pounding head when they tug you onto the floor- not even a bed, but the hard wooden floorboards of oikawa’s bedroom- and tug off your clothes. your tears stain the floorboards, nails scraping against the wood as you plead oikawa and iwaizumi. stop it. stop them. please. but your sobs go ignored and end up being muffled by mattsun forcing his cock between your lips, the leaking head bruising your throat as makki’s fingers force their way into your dry cunt.
“aw, poor baby.” oikawa coos from the other side of the room where he and iwaizumi lounge, the latter clearly sporting a hard-on. but oikawa’s brazen, not even bothering to hide how he gets off on this, watching you sob and gag with hungry eyes, stroking his cock lazily. “doesn’t she look so pretty when she cries?”
“so pretty.” sneers mattsun, slapping your tear-stained cheek that bulges lewdly with his cock stuffed in your mouth. “she looks real good taking my cock down that slutty throat.”
“wait till she’s taking not just one cock but two like a good pretty whore.” hanamaki’s hand is harsh as it slaps down onto your bare ass and your legs wrestle weakly, fingernails clawing at the floor, when he shoves his cock into you.
any other club. whether it was netball, athletics, even the fucking occults club that barely just survives with three members- anything would’ve been better than becoming the manager of aoba seijoh’s volleyball team. hamartia had crashed down onto you earlier than you expected.
your last year of high school is pathetic. the only catharsis you can find is numbness- it’s easier to push away all the dark feelings that fester inside you. whore. cumdump. slut. only good for sucking dick. you almost become immune to the words groaned at  you when they’re pounding into your cunt, fingers gripping your hair tight and tongue wet with the saliva they’d spat into your mouth. an everlasting torture. oikawa insisting on you coming round to his house, easily charming your parents and everyone else with a sweet smile so he can spend the weekend fucking your mouth or cunt- whichever he preferred. whenever he’s angry, upset, overjoyed- every emotion is bruised into your body when he uses it, soothing your sobs and pain by kissing away your tears and promising to make you cum because you’re so wet you must be enjoying it, you’re taking his cock so well, you’re so good for him. if it’s not oikawa, it’s iwaizumi’s taking he wants- demanding gruffly that he wants you. he’s always so rough, his grip bruising on your hips and your scalp burning as he tugs your hair back to leave a trace of bruises along your throat but he’s different- his sweet words afterwords aren’t laced with a malicious gleam, not like oikawa.
and of course, makki and mattsun aren’t done with you. you can always tell when it’s their turn, impended with the bright grins they flash at you or throwing their arms around your shoulders at practise. it’s funny how you look like a normal group of friends but you’re anything but- no group of friends force you into the empty locker room before a game, pushing you down onto your knees and forcing their thick lengths into your mouth one after the other till all you can taste is their cum. it’s no better after games, but you just always hope that they win so they can be nicer, they can at least make you cum after they’ve jacked off all over your teal tracksuit. but if they lose, hell swallows you in fiery flames when you’re a crying mess forced down onto two cocks ripping you apart, only your sobs are ignored for your face to get fucked.
the worse was after nationals. you’d cried with the rest of the team following their loss, when victory was snatched from their hands just as they were so close to tasting the sweetness of victory, but it wasn’t for the same reasons. it’s because you knew you were going to get ruined, be left a bruised aching cum-stained mess.
the day clubs end for the third years, you’ve never felt so much more relieved. tears of happiness well in the corners of your eyes when you’re forced into taking picturess with the team, oikawa’s grip on your arm burning but at least you’re free. free from this hell, free from him.
you never learn from being so naïve.
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❣︎tōru-nii + his friends❣︎
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warnings: incest, voyeurism, implied gangbang, innocent!reader
you hate when tōru-nii’s friends are over. gone is all his attention on you and you’re left discarded on the side as he games with his friends, their loud shouts filling the room. it’s like you don’t even exist to tōru-nii anymore and it hurts because you want his attention! you’ve missed him so much whilst he’s been away training and now he’s back you want him to coo over you and kiss you and fix that throbbing need between your legs. you want him!
“tōru-nii,” you whine as you linger in the doorway. he doesn’t even look at you from the gaming monitor, making you whimper as his hum of response is drowned out by iwaizumi’s loud growl when he gets shot in the game. “tōru-nii!!”
“bro, your sister- tell her to go away.” matsukawa remarks with a roll of his eyes, making you pout as oikawa finally turns his head your way, a smirk tugging on his laps.
“what’s wrong, y/n-chan?” he coos and there it is, that bright, sweet, saccharine tone that makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter as you smile.
“nii-chan, i want you!” none of the boys are paying attention to you when oikawa beckons you over with his finger and you’re beaming as you skip over to him and settle yourself on his lap.
iwaizumi is the first one to notice, doing a double take as he stares at you both before hanamaki and matsukawa realise too. little frowns are etched on their faces but you don’t seem to realise as you nuzzle your face into his neck, a little whisper falling from your lips and hips rocking slowly. 
“what’s that, sweetie?” he teases, smiling gleefully as his friends watch with sordid interest. “i don’t know what you want unless you tell me.”
“i want- i want you to pay attention to me! i want your cock, nii-chan.” there’s a sharp intake of breath from iwaizumi and hanamaki and matsukawa exchange looks of pure shock as they stare at you grinding shamelessly on oikawa’s dick, your arms locking around his shoulders as you plaster kisses over his jaw. neither you or your nii-chan pay his friends any notice as he smiles and nods, tilting your chin for your eyes to meet his.
“go on then, baby. take it.”
he sits back against the couch as you slide down to your knees in front of him and his friends, batting your lashes prettily with your mouth watering already as you unbuckle his belt. 
“what the fuck?” iwaizumi mutters but he doesn’t look away as you take oikawa’s pretty dick out of the confines of his pants, giggling when he grows harder as you stroke him. you’re beaming as you give the sensitive, leaking head little kitten licks, moaning when you wrap your lips around him and sink your wet, drooling mouth on his cock with his closest friends watching you.
“such a needy girl for your nii-chan, aren’t you?” oikawa chuckles, cupping the back of your head to push your head down further on his cock. “you just always want attention, don’t you? attention and cock.” he pulls out of your wet mouth, making you whine at the loss, but you’re silenced as he slaps his dick against your cheek, smearing precum and saliva over your skin. “seeing as you’re so greedy for it, how do you want three more? you want to be a cumdump for nii-chan and his friends?”
with the clothed erections iwaizumi, matsukawa and hanamaki barely bother to hide and the game long forgotten, their eyes all fixated on you, you’re not exactly in a position to say no.
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