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daddy? sorry - billy hargrove x reader smut

wc: 5.6k

genre: SMUT

pairing: billy hargrove x fem/afab/fem anatomy reader (no pronouns I don't think but he calls you mommy and wants to get you pregnant real bad lol)

summary: you accidentally call billy daddy one too many times, and he's now determined to level the playing field and make you a mommy.

warnings: HELLA breeding kink, a lot of daddy and mommy (mostly billy calling you and him mommy and daddy), mild neck grabbing, petnames (dollface, sweetcheeks, angel, doll, sugarlips, toots, slut, whore, mommy, pretty thing), a lot of good girl-s, boners and grinding, groping, you actually say "daddy sorry" once lol, billy is kind of mean and teases you a bit, light humiliation, edging, some use of the phrase "knock you up", billy is very dominant, a loooooot of eye contact (some face grabbing to ensure eye contact), billy is swole as fuck, some unintentional temperature play, billy is wearing rings, some biting, praise, degradation, praise AND degradation, a lot of kissing with tongue, referenced oral (f recieving), billy has a MONSTER shlong, fingering with 2 - 3 fingers, fingering with rings, manhandling, some spanking, praise kink, billy pays a lot of attention to you (attention kink???? does that exist???), minor handjob/m recieving foreplay/prep, legs over shoulder position, restraint (he holds your hands above your head), cervix kissing, buff billy + size kink, "use your words", billy loves your tiddies a lot, multiple orgasms, PROLONGED EYE CONTACT, billy is kind of obsessed with you, some misogyny (as a treat) (could also be interpreted as sexy fun slutshaming if you squint??), nipple and boob play, finger sucking, belly bulge, a lot of pregnancy dirty talk, overstimulation, mating press, sexy threats to keep you pregnant?????, unhinged feral primal billy, cockwarming and cum plugging, some dumbification, I think that's it dear god

music rec: I feel like I was made for lovin you by kiss fits p well (i'm still working on my billy playlist lol)

a/n: so....... a lot happens in this. i've been thinking non stop about this for a while. billy hargrove can toss me around like a ragdoll and call me wifey any fucking day. also can we talk about how fucking hot he looks in this gif??????? also kind of want to write some darker billy fics, more posessive smutty stuff yk

please let me know what you think of this i'm fucking obsessed

also I read a fic once where billy said "daddy daddy, don't call me daddy unless you want me to make you a mommy" AND I CAN'T FIND THE FIC NOW (IF I CAN FIND IT I'LL LINK IT HERE CAUSE WOW)

tags: @hopefullhearts @littlewinter1917 @thatawkwardlittlefangirl

AS WITH ALL NSFW WORKS ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP TO 18+

The first time was an accident. An honest to god slip of the tongue that you insist was not your fault. Seriously, if anyone else had had Billy Hargrove, fresh out of the shower and adorned in nothing but gray sweatpants smack their ass with that cocky smirk of his, you're sure they would have let a 'daddy' slip out as well. Nevertheless, you’d blanched. Mortified, you had been ready to politely pretend it hadn’t happened and move on. You expected nothing but the same from Billy, maybe the occasional teasing comment at worst. What you had decidedly not expected was for Billy to place his hand on the back of your neck and lower his lips to your ear, voice breathy and dangerous.

“It’s really in your best interest if you don’t call me that again, dollface.”

And that was it.

You took his word, not calling him that, not even bringing up the incident itself. As weeks and weeks pass, you soon begin to find it progressively harder not to call him that. You’re sure it’s just because of how adamant he was that you not use that particular pet name, but for reasons still beyond your understanding, now it was suddenly all you could seem to think about. Every time you see him, every time you think of him, your brain repeats it over and over, and you find yourself having to stifle it manually a lot more than you did before.

Your mind is suddenly torn from these worries one day when you find yourself leaning against the kitchen counter, clinging to Billy’s muscular arm wrapped around you. His chest is warm, pressed up against the curve of your back, lips pressing playful nips and kisses along your neck. His half hard dick is pressing against your ass, and his other hand finds its way down your pants, palming you through your soft panties. He murmurs dirty nothings into your ear, heel of his hand grinding down on your puffy clit. You’re so swept away by his touch that for just one moment, you lose focus. And in that one moment, it somehow slips out, breathy and desperate.

“Daddy…”

You both freeze. Heat rises to your face and you scramble to recover, and Billy is now fully hard behind you, a rush of heat pooling in his core as what you said rings in his ears.

“Sorry,” You sputter, “I- I didn’t mean that, I, uh…”

You’re so nervous and it’s so cute, Billy thinks, as you fumble for an explanation, that he can’t help but tease you a little. Maybe more than a little. He begins to play with your clothed cunt again, pace agonizing.

“You meant…” he prompts, voice low and expectant. You’re clearly having trouble focusing on what you were trying to say, which he exacerbates by once again, grinding the heel of his hand into your clit. Don’t say daddy, don’t say daddy, don’t say daddy, don’t say-

“Daddy- sorry!” you slip again. Your words hang in the air. He lets out a breathy chuckle, enjoying this way too much, as he lazily plays with your burning heat, warm and puffy, sensitive to his touch from the extent of your arousal. He leans closer to your ear, consumed by a new kind of hunger.

“Daddy, daddy,” he whines mockingly, voice treacherously sincere, “I warned you last time, sweetcheeks,” his gestures get sharper, punctuating his words, and his breath fans over your neck.

“Don’t call me daddy unless you want me to make you a mommy.”

You can’t restrain yourself from letting a whiney moan slip out in spite of your best efforts to stay quiet, to not let his teasing get a rise out of you no matter how effective it is. The sound rings beautifully in his ears, and his fingers push aside the fabric of your underwear.

“You know,” He begins, dipping between your folds, spreading around the sweet sticky wetness with his fingers, and your eyes flutter closed at the skin on skin contact you’ve been so desperately needing, heart pounding in your chest, loud and heavy. His tone of voice is almost too light, too casual, and you know he’s enjoying seeing you like this so goddamn much. He continues, getting lower and more gravley in your ear, “if I didn’t know better, I’d think you want me to knock you up.”

His voice, his words alone are enough to send even more burning heat to your core, and your grip tightens on his arm. You can feel yourself dripping, squeezing out thick wet beads that drip down his fingers. He’s still edging you, and he can tell by your reaction that he’s doing a bang up job of riling you up, getting you all hot and bothered just for him.

“Huh?” he asks rhetorically, “You want that, doll?” You tilt your head back against him, trying to hold on to your senses. He finally begins to pump his long, thick fingers into you, just a little, and your grip tightens even more. His rings brush against your sensitive skin, the metal cool and rough, and it sends even more electricity through you. He cranes his neck, face moving closer to yours.

“You want to make me put a baby in you?”

“Yes,” you pant, without a second thought. He’s finally about half way in, scissoring your spongy elastic walls, stretching you out for what’s coming.

“Yes…” he prompts, coaxing more out of you. He wants to hear you say… what, he’s not exactly sure. Anything would sound nice coming from your lips at a time like this, and his repetition of your answer hangs between you, waiting for you to continue.

You squirm in his rock strong grip, ass grinding back against him, managing to half twist around enough to look up at him. You stare up at him, biting your lip with those big fuck me eyes that drive him wild. You look at him for a second, pulling all the breath from his lungs so easily, the way only you seem to be able to.

“Yes daddy.”

Everything leading up to this had been rumbling in the horizon, a premonition of what’s to come, and now with your words, you’ve happily sealed your fate. You’ve awakened something in him, in both of you. He lets out an excited chuckle, disbelieving how turned on two words from you have made him.

In one swift movement he pulls down your pants and hastily shoved aside panties, and has you sitting up on the counter, facing him, as he stands between your legs. The cold countertop sends a shiver up your spine, providing a stark contrast to your burning hot, fully exposed cunt. One hand comes up to the side of your face and he runs his thumb over your lip. You part your lips gently at his touch, and he uses this opportunity to connect his to yours. His kiss is deep and with purpose and you instantly want more.

One hand on the back of your neck, the other grabs at the soft flesh of your hip and thigh, making its way back down to your cunt. You’re grinding against his hand before he can even plunge his big, long fingers back into your dripping heat, and he bites your lip as a silent warning. Behave. You can practically hear him saying it, in that playful dangerous way of his, where you’re never quite sure how empty his threats to punish you and turn you into a good little slut for him are.

His tongue prods past your lips, curling and thrashing in your mouth, warm and full. He flicks it against yours, and you know the gesture is deliberate - reminder of how good it feels between your legs. It’s not lost on you, especially now, as his fingers expertly pump and curl against your tight walls, scissoring and stretching you out for his throbbing cock. God, you wish it was already inside you, but you know he’s so big you can’t realistically take him without plenty of prep. Plenty of fingering and licking and stretching that Billy is more than happy to provide.

He slowly works in a third finger, and you clench around him. He hums into your mouth, sending low reverberations through your lips. You can tell from how he’s working his fingers against your tight wetness, ensuring you’re thoroughly stretched out, that you’ve really excited him. He focuses all his energy on you, on making you feel good, and tries his hardest to resist the urge to start humping your leg while he does. By the time you’re moaning into his mouth, hands grabbing desperately for his cock, he feels he’s done his job sufficiently.

Feeling how tight you got around him in the last few minutes, he drags his fingers up and down, focusing on the spot that makes your hips jerk, and finally, you cum hard around his fingers. The euphoric sensation swims through you like champagne, and he lets out a loud moan that makes your cheeks hot. Feeling you pulse and throb, tight against his fingers, is driving him fucking crazy. He knows now more than ever that he needs his cock inside you, right fucking now.

He pulls his fingers out, dripping and wrinkled from your wetness, already missing your tight embrace. Your walls flutter around the noticeable absence, and you feel so empty. You whine at the loss of contact and he smirks.

In one fluid motion, he hoists you up over his shoulder, carrying you with one arm. You squeal in delight as he makes his way to the bedroom, landing a very firm, satisfying smack to your exposed ass and pussy, sending electricity to your cunt and heat to your face. He’s left with a wet patch on his hand, and an even stronger desire to fuck you till you can’t think straight.

Moments later, he walks you both into the bedroom, effortlessly tossing you onto the bed. You bounce when you land, scooching further back as he takes off his pants and shirt, crawling on top of you. He approaches like a hungry jungle cat, dangerous and anticipating you. Any other time he’d take plenty of time to admire you thoroughly, gaping and dripping just for him, just from his fingers. He would fawn over you, telling you what a pretty pussy you have, how he can't wait to stretch you out and ruin you, can't wait to make you scream his name.

But this time, for once, he can't wait. He guides your hand with his, moving automatically to his cock (which you can’t even wrap your hands all the way around), and you begin to pump him a few times to get him all warmed up. He lets out a heavy breath, your touch euphoric. Right as you start to drag your finger across the head, he lets out a moan, removing your hand before it becomes too much for him to bear.

Propped up on your elbows, he tears off your shirt, gazing at your newly exposed chest. He takes in your form, cheeks flushed. He pushes you down flat against the soft bed, where you land with a bounce. His large hands move to your thighs, groping the soft flesh, filling you with a hazy warmth.

"I love it when you touch me like that," you breathe, and you can see the anticipation, the hunger building in his eyes. He smirks looking down at you with a smoldering expression that sends a fresh wave of butterflies through you.

"There’s plenty more where that came from, toots."

Before you can even blush, his grip on your thighs tightens as he throws your legs on his shoulders, leaning over you, and presses a hot, open mouthed kiss to your lips. He’s not stopping at folding you in half, you realize as he proceeds to pin both your arms over your head, holding your wrists with one hand, gripping the sheets with the other. He begins to roll his hips into yours, and he moans, fully inside you in just a few thrusts.

If he hadn’t rendered you both speechless and breathless in a mere few seconds, you’re sure you’d be a moaning mess, too. Somehow, in spite of all that, he manages to draw a moan out of you, which is instantly muffled by his tongue fucking into your mouth. He loves that. He loves the feeling of you desperately whining against his tongue. It makes his grip on the sheets tighten even more, knuckles going white against the cool metal of his rings, and the chain of his necklace grazes against you in sync with his hips.

He pulls apart, letting out a long, low moan that quickly turns into a chuckle, his breath fanning over your skin. His eyes bore into yours, and you can feel him rubbing up against your cervix with every deliberate thrust. It’s a feeling that was entirely foreign to you until you had met Billy. Not only is he the only one you’ve met that’s actually big enough to reach your cervix, but he also knows exactly what to do and exactly how to do it to make you feel so, so good - a skill he’s most definitely using to his advantage right now. It adds a whole new layer, another pleasurable hum to the symphony he’s creating with your bodies.

“Atta girl,” he praises sweetly, eyes never leaving yours, “just like that…”

Jesus Christ, you look so goddamn hot and fuckable when you’re splayed out beneath him like this, all submissive just for him. That doe eyed fuck me look on your face, while his hand is wrapped around your wrists, legs pinned down, it makes him want to fill you up even more than he did before. He knows for a fucking fact that if he could see your pussy right now, it would look amazing.

He’s really, really glad he’s hitting it raw right now, because if he somehow wasn’t currently about to knock you the hell up, he’d do whatever he had to to make sure he could. All he wants right now is to make you feel good, and fuck a baby into your needy little cunt. Based on the volume and frequency of your whiny moans and other noises, he’s doing a pretty damn good job.

He’s looking at you with this wild drive, this intensity, this hunger you haven’t seen anywhere else. His broad shoulders and muscular torso press into you, providing a nice sense of weight and pressure that somehow makes all this feel even better. The heat from your bodies radiates off each other as you pant, trying in vain to catch your breath from everything he’s done to you, everything he’s made you feel.

You snap out of the thought, stretched and accustomed to his size after a few moments, and he finally begins to move. The pace he sets is agonizing and perfect and you let out a long, breathy moan. A deep satisfaction begins to work its way through you as you’re stuffed with his cock, finally feeling full the way you’ve been craving for… a while, you realize. You didn’t notice how badly you missed Billy’s touch, his cock, the way he fills you up and stretches you out.

It hasn’t even been that long since the last time he rearranged your guts, you suppose, you’re just a little bit addicted to his cock by now. He hits a spot inside you that has you whining again, and you reluctantly admit to yourself you’re more than a little addicted. Much more. You feel him twitch inside you, making you even more aware of how well he fills you up, how deep and thick he is inside you, and you let out a shuddering sigh as he moans, breath fanning each other's faces.

Meanwhile, Billy can’t help but revel in how tight you are. You have a vice grip on his cock, squeezing him more perfectly than he could imagine, and no matter how many times you fuck, you always feel so much better than he expects. You’re warm, and tight, and wet; exactly the right grippy texture to make his cock twitch and leak tons of precum. You stimulate him better, more perfectly than anyone or anything he’s ever encountered.

He dwells on this feeling for a few seconds as you adjust to the swell of his cock, and the rhythm he’s splitting you in half to, simply allowing himself to really enjoy the feeling of being inside of you. Under any other circumstances he’d do things a little differently - he’d for sure go down on you until you cum at least three times, and that’s just to start with - but tonight is different. Tonight, he’s not just fucking you, he’s not just going to pleasure you until you’re both seeing stars. No, tonight, he’s on a mission to get you pregnant. Right fucking now.

It takes every single ounce of restraint and self control he has to maintain the pace he’s set, which is just slow enough for you to feel every single sensation he’s giving you, but not slow enough for your focus to stray from him for one moment. Every single thought you have is Billy, Billy, Billy, which is exactly how he wants you. You whine, trying to squirm below him, but you can’t move much with the way he has you pinned down below him. The noises you make, the way you writhe against him, the way you say his name in a breathy little sigh has him fighting to keep his composure.

It’s so difficult for him not to go absolutely feral with you beneath him like this, when he’s made you like this. He wants you, he craves you. It’s taking everything in him not to rush into this like a bull, but god dammit he is determined, he is going to knock you up tonight. And make you cum as many times as he can during that process. He can’t help himself as he starts growling out the filthiest shit he can think of, letting every dirty thought he has about you flow out of him.

“How does that feel, angel?” he asks, eyes burning into you, and you let out another whine in response.

“Good girls use their words,” he pants in your ear, voice low, “you want to be a good girl for Billy, don’t you?”

He’s barely gotten started and his words are already flooding you with heat, making you throb around him.

“Yes,” you manage to choke out, and he lets out a growl, satisfied with your response. He increases his pace and he fucks into you, deep and fast and hot. He lets out a moan, feeling you squeeze around him.

“That’s it,” he praises you for responding, “good whores follow daddy’s orders.” he growls. You let out a whiney, breathy moan and tighten around him. He continues his torrent of dirty talk, loving the reactions he gets out of you.

“You gonna follow orders? Huh?” he coaxes, “You gonna take my cock, be obedient for me, angel?”

You nod, whining again. His free hand releases its grip on the sheets, making its way to your stomach, pressing down. You can both feel his bulge inside you, going in and out, even more than you did before.

“Maybe I should start calling you mommy, get some practice in for when I knock you up…” he muses, voice gravely with lust. He can feel the soft, squishy flesh of your tits pressed up right against him, and they jiggle rhythmically in response to every one of his thrusts. His hand leaves your stomach, moving back up to your jaw to angle your face towards his.

He plants messy, hot kisses all over your mouth and neck, continuing to growl dirty shit right into your ear. You can barely pay attention to his very, very hot words, because Jesus fucking Christ his cock feels so good inside you. He fucks you so good, you can barley wrap your mind around it. You know later when you’re catching up with your friends over coffee they’ll ask about Billy, they’ll take one look at you and know. He’s barely gotten started with you, and you’re already cock drunk. Great.

He can see your eyes glazing over, and he knows what that look means.

“Already, sugarlips?” he asks rhetorically, a cock, teasing tone to his voice. You’re a panting, writhing mess that he’s made you into, so of course he’s going to tease you about it. You wouldn’t expect any less from him. You moan again, sounding like you’re straight out of a porn - and looking like it too, he thinks - and you try to bury your face in his neck. He doesn’t let you, kissing you more instead, so he can keep looking at your gorgeous, fucked out face.

“ ‘m close-” you manage to moan into his mouth, but he knows. Of course he knows, look at you. He can feel your muscles slowly contracting around him. He pumps into you a few more times, and somehow you tighten around him even more as you cum intensly around him. He’s balls deep inside you, and he knows if he tries to move like this he’ll come undone in an instant, which he does not want - not yet, at least. Instead, he grinds his pelvic bone into your clit to carry you through your second orgasm of the night. It works, and you convulse and writhe below him, legs shaking over his shoulders.

“Good girl…” he moans, voice dripping with praise, and just a little condescending. Just the way he knows you like it. You pulse around him, and once your grip lets up enough, he begins to pound into you again. He’s now made you cum at least twice, and does not plan on stopping. Heat floods to your cheeks as he once again takes up that relentless pace again, never ceasing to make you feel anything but euphoric.

His eyes are locked on yours, boring into your soul. The way he looks at you is so intense, and every time you squeeze them shut, or look away, he’s still staring just as intensely when you look back. The truth is, Billy really can’t get enough of you. There’s a certain high he gets from having all your attention, from being the thing that makes you feel so good you can’t stop moaning and screaming his name in spite of how much you might try.

He craves that attention from you more than anything. And dear god, you look so goddamn cute when you get nervous like that. When you look away, all blushy and flustered and fuckable, it just… does something to him. It makes that attention, that connection, so much sweeter. After you look away again, he takes his free hand and grabs your face, locking your eyes with his once more.

“Look at daddy when he’s fucking you.” he growls, and you moan relexively. He chuckles, eyes staring into your soul.

“You like that, don’t you dollface? Course you do… pretty thing like you just loves gettin’ tossed around by a big strong man.”

Fuck. He’s right, and you both know it. There’s no use trying to deny it, your moans and noises, the way you clench around him at his words are all the answer he needs. The heat generating between you two has a thin glistening sheen of sweat reflecting off his smooth skin in the low light of the room. Every noise you make (and you’re making a whole damn lot of them) is just turning Billy on more, continuing to encourage him to get you pregnant and full with his child. And he is going to get you so, so pregnant.

His free hand moves from your jawline to your tits, vehemently groping the soft flesh. He starts to play with your nipples, hard from arousal, and previously brushing against his chest, sending heat to your core. Now the heat they’re sending to your core is intentional. And it’s straight from Billy.

After a moment, he brings his thumb into his mouth, then his index finger into yours. You wrap your lips around him, sucking automatically. He pounds into you harder, curling his finger against your tongue the way he’d curled it inside you earlier.

“So good, so, so good… you gonna be a good little slut for me? Huh?” You moan, nodding as he gently finger fucks your mouth. Once he’s satisfied, he retracts his finger, hand making its way back to your tits. You spit mixes on your skin as he begins to tweak and rub your nipples again.

“Parading that tight little ass around in those shorts…” he plants another affectionate smack on your hip, grip on your wrists tightening, “calling me daddy,” he growls, pace relentless, “like that’s not gonna get you knocked up.” He chuckles as you clench around him.

Yeah, you’re definitely going to have a bruised cervix after this, but dear god it’s worth it. He’s panting, breath fanning all over you, making you even warmer than before. He fills you up so good, fucking you deep into your guts, making your head swim. Shit, you can’t get enough of him. No matter how much you fuck, you’re always craving him, craving his touch. He can’t seem to get enough of you either, practically everything you do turns him on. He’s relentless and you’re insatiable - you make a surprisingly good pair.

You’re close again, and you moan as it snaps you out of your train of thought. He can make you cum so fast it’s almost embarrassing. And you know he absolutely fucking loves it. He adores every minute of this. He loves how blushy and embarrassed you get when he’s made you cum half a dozen times back to back. You look so sweet and fucked out and flushed below him, practically drooling over his cock. He loves overstimulating you, he loves getting to watch as he actually fucks your brains out. He starts babbling out more praise, unable to hold back.

“Takin’ my cock like such a good, obedient girl,” he moans in your ear, placing hot kisses all over your face and neck. His hand is now pressing down on your stomach again, feeling his bulge stretch you over and over. The added sensation to your walls has you whining in a way that makes him throb inside you.

“F-fuck,” he chokes out, “you already feel all swolen ‘nd knocked up… gonna be so fuckin’ cute when you’re all pregnant, gonna make such a good little mommy-”

God dammit, it’s enough to send you over the edge yet again. You cum hard, convulsing around his cock, letting out a torrent of porn worthy moans.

“Fuck, Billy!” you cry out, clamping and shaking around him. You’ve finally brought him to the edge, and he can’t hold back any longer this time. This time, he cums with you.

“Shit- fuck!” his moan is torn from his throat, and he almost laughs at the end. You can’t imagine feeling any more full than you do with Billy’s cock stuffed inside you, his hot body and muscular chest pressing up against yours, but when he starts pumping you full of thick, hot cum, a new kind of satisfaction washes through you.

He lets out gravely moans, almost growling into your ear as he humps into you, riding out your highs. You expect him to stop after that, or at least slow down. Your eyes, glazed over with pleasure, widen in excitement and anticipation as he continues, speeding up to the pace he was keeping before. He fucks his cum deeper inside you, and with your hips slightly angled upwards, he knows he can keep every drop inside you. The realization sends blood rushing to his cock, and you feel him harden inside you.

He continues pistoning into you, your sweet moans like music to his ears. In spite of how close he has you, he’s overwhelmed with desire for you. He wants to touch you, wants to squeeze your soft tits and feel you pressed up against him without your legs in the way. He wants to be even closer to you. So, he leans back without pulling out, and brings your legs off his shoulders, wrapping them around your waist. He inches his legs forward so he has you in something akin to a mating press. He pins you back down, pressing against you even more than before.

“There’s a good girl,” he coos, thrusting into you like your lives depend on it, “such a good girl for daddy huh?”

You moan in agreement. You cling on to him, already feeling the dizzy beginnings of another orgasm building up.

“Gonna make such a good mommy,” he breathes, in between pressing hot open mouthed kisses along your neck, “gonna be so fuckin’ cute… all full and pregnant…”

It lasts for hours. You lost track of how many times you’ve both cum, you’re either at or well into double digits by now, his baby fevered dirty talk never ceasing. He cums into you again, and again, and again. He’s cum inside you so many times now you’re actually starting to look pregnant. The bulge in your stomach is bigger than before, and you’re stuffed full of more than just his cock. He touches your stomach, and you can tell he’s thinking the same thing.

He continues to pound into you, hitting that spot that makes your brain short circuit. His hands are all over you, groping your soft flesh, feeling you up and gripping the sheets until his knuckles turn white. You cling onto him, scratching his back and pulling his hair.

“Maybe I should keep you like this, huh? Keep you nice and pregnant,�� he lets out an animalistic growling moan, laughing deliriously at the idea, “Keep fuckin’ brats into you as quick as you can push em out…”

His cock twitches at the mere thought. He’s drunk on you, on the idea of breeding you, keeping you constantly filled up to the brim. Honestly, he seems a little unhinged at this point, and it’s really, really hot.

He cums again as he finishes the thought, and you're sure you can't possibly feel any more full than you do right now. Eventually he begins to slow down, finally stopping still, and you can feel his cock and balls twitching against your sensitive walls. Still sheathed inside you, he collapses his weight on top of you, causing your breathing to shallow slightly. His hot breath fans over your face and neck as he kisses your jawline, exhausted, and praises you for a job well done.

"Such a good girl for me… taking daddy's cock so well…"

He rubs soothing shapes into your skin.

"Gonna make such cute little babies…"

His touch is enamored as ever, providing a sense of comfort entirely unique to him.

"... Be fuckin' gorgeous, all soft and round…"

He continues to murmur every loving, still very hot thought that crosses his mind into your ear as he kisses your neck. You're both totally blissed out, and you lay in each other's embrace, enjoying the warmth and touch you share.

After a little while, you're not sure how Iong, he begins to push himself up slightly.

"I should get cleaned up…" you begin, feeling his cum sloshing around inside you, kept firmly in place by his cock. You move to scoot out from under him, but he stops you. He pushes you back down to the bed, tits jiggling.

"Ah ah ah," he says in a warning.

"Billy," you start, fighting off a flustered giggle. He grabs a pillow, sliding his hand under the small of your back. In one swift motion, he lifts you up and places the pillow under your hips. He lays back down on top of you, all without pulling out of you for a moment. You let out a noise as he moves against your sensitive flesh, grunting as he settles against you.

"I have to get cleaned up…" you trail off with a giggle.

"Oh no, no you don't sugarlips," he says, in that cocky, dominant tone of voice, "I'm gonna keep you stuffed full of me like this for a while."

He thrusts into you once or twice to emphasize his point, causing you to squirm against him - a feeling he really, truly can not get enough of.

"Cause otherwise," he continues once he’s settled back on top of you, gently crushing you with his weight, "I'd have to fill you up all over again. And I know how much you would hate that." Cloying sarcasm drips from his lips, and he feels you flutter around him and the statement, unsure if it's a threat or a promise or both.

You know he definitely knocked you up, there’s no way this didn't work exactly how he wanted it to. But you don't think that you’d mind trying a couple more times, just to make sure. On top of you, fighting off sleep to revel in your presence, your touch, your warmth, and press even more kisses into your soft skin, Billy is thinking the exact same thing.

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𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞

pairing: hanamaki takahiro, iwaizumi hajime, matsukawa issei, oikawa tooru x f!reader

summary: every sorority has their own form of initiation; it just so happens that the initiation rites of the sorority you’re pledged to requires the assistance of a certain fraternity.

genre: smut, frat au

warnings: 18+. dubcon, gangbang, objectification, sleazy and slightly misogynist seijoh 4 (they’re frat boys duh), corruption, virginity loss, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, reader is blindfolded, exhibitionism, voyeurism, size kink, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), face-fucking, facial, bukkake, handjobs, dacryphilia, spanking, spitting, hair pulling, pussy slaps, nipple play, degradation, praise, creampie, cumplay

word count: 8.3k

author's note: (this fic is also known as sororitite <3) um so i didn't think it would be this long....but whatever it's seijoh four anyway <333 remember to stay away from frat boys if they're not 2d ! ! ! please let me know if i missed any warnings! (MINORS DNI)

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[9:15 PM]

“you really know how to pick your pledges, emi-chan.”

the smooth and lilting voice makes you shiver involuntarily, causing goosebumps to rise over your arms as you hug yourself. your bare feet nervously shuffle over each other as you bite your lower lip in anticipation.

you’re sure you wouldn’t have reacted this strongly over a voice if it weren’t for the fact that you’re just in your matching set of underwear in a room full of people—boys—you don’t know, save for your future sorority president.

what makes matters worse is that you’re blindfolded with a thick black cloth that emi made you cover your eyes with just before you entered the door. temporarily losing your eyesight already made you jumpy, but it’s the fact that you’re half-naked in a room with college boys that’s making you more apprehensive.

and for what? because it’s all part of the initiation to a sorority you don’t wholeheartedly want to be a part of?

it sucks being a naïve freshman who got warped into the webs of greek life after a few choice words and most likely empty promises of ‘sisterhood’, but to someone like you who always wanted to feel a sense of belonging, emi’s warm eyes and saccharine words sealed the deal.

you just wish you knew what kind of initiation her sorority had before you pledged yourself to it. is this even legal?

you have an inkling on what’s going to happen which makes you scared and deep down, kind of excited? the little angel on your shoulder is telling you to scurry out of here while the devil on the other side is coaxing you to stay, to accept what’s going to happen. after all, did you really experience college if you didn’t do something wild at least once? is what the little red girl is saying and judging by how your feet are still rooted on the cold floor, it’s safe to say who won over your brain, isn’t it?

“where are your pledges, huh?”

gauging by the whiny tone of her voice, you can picture emi with her arms crossed, accentuating her assets paired with her signature pouty bottom lip jutting out. a deeper, more gravelly voice cuts in and you can’t help but incline your head to his direction as you try to form a face in your head. your movement doesn’t go unnoticed, however, because you feel the bed dip on either side of you as two large and warm hands rest on your bare thighs.

their heated touch makes you jump, letting out a small noise as your temporary blindness makes all your other senses more intense.

“you got a voice kink or something?” the raspy voice in your right ear makes you jerk away from the proximity, but not before bumping into another warm body on your other side.

“stop teasing her, dude. look at how the cute thing is shaking,” a softer, more laid-back voice quips in, making you whimper as he bites your earlobe between his teeth.

“but i gotta say, sweetheart. your bra and panties are sexy as fuck. you wore this for us?” he whispers sultrily against your ear, his fingers playing with the thin strap of your bra as he drags it down your shoulder, making you whine as he presses soft kisses on your flushed skin.

you’re not used to attention like this. no one has even touched you like this at all, for fuck’s sake. but his trail of questioning is cut short when someone clears their throat, and you just know it’s the guy who kick started this.

“anyway, they’re off doing their own initiation,” he says boredly, pausing for effect as your ears catch the tell-tale signs of moaning and thumps against the wall, making your hot skin flush even more. the guy toying with the waistband of your panties scoffs, and you can imagine him rolling his eyes from the tone he’s using towards your president.

“that could be us and this cute little pledge right here too, if you hadn’t insisted on joining in ‘dropping’ her off. is she your kid or something?”

“fuck off, dickhead.”

emi’s choice words make you wince but the four guys in the room are undeterred, and she huffs even more when the one she gave an attitude to just chuckles at her. if you aren’t wearing your blindfold now, you’d see how there’s practically steam coming right out of her ears.

“run along, emi-chan. we know what we’re doing here. you don’t have to worry,” the smooth voice attempts to placate her, but it backfires because you hear her make an angry noise as her heels click against the floor.

“you told me that you’re just going to watch, not participate!”

“i don’t recall saying anything like that at all, emi.”

“fuck you, tooru!” she shouts at one of them before she closes the door with a resounding slam. one of them sigh heavily as they get up and lock the door, effectively making sure that you won’t be interrupted.

the two boys on either side of you chuckle at emi’s spectacle, but are not unphased by her actions, seeing as they have yet to keep their hands and mouths off of you.

“she’s mad that you didn’t fuck her during freshman year when you were both pledges,” the raspy voice quips, his tone light and teasing. ‘tooru’ sighs as he clicks his tongue and you hear him walking over to where you’re being teased and touched. even without seeing him, you know he’s looking down at you, at your parted lips, flushed cheeks, and slightly heaving chest.

“it wasn’t my choice. she got to fuck the president at the time anyway, didn’t she?” he says as he lightly caresses your cheek, the intimate action making you lean your head into his palm.

if you could see him right now, you’d see that his brown eyes are glowing with mischief as a smirk graces his handsome face.

“let’s cut the crap with this blindfold shit, emi won’t know anyway. right, pretty girl?”

just as he says it, the guys on either side of you pull on the ribbon tails that emi tied. you make a small sound as the thick cloth is ripped away from you and your eyelids twitch from the sensation of light hitting them.

“open those eyes for me, yeah?”

you follow him, fooled by the softness in his voice as you rub your eyes, slowly opening them as you adjust to the dim yellow-orange lighting of the room. when your eyes finally fall into focus and the blurriness dissipates, the first thing you notice is the shirtless, tall, and lean form of whom you vaguely know as oikawa tooru, the current president of the gamma zeta nu fraternity—allegedly emi’s boyfriend.

judging by how the room doesn’t look like a regular frat boy’s den, it’s probably his, which brews even more discomfort inside of you because you know…you’re half-naked in the room of your sorority president’s boyfriend.

you gape at him, confusion swirling in your head as you try to make sense of everything. you clear your throat, gulping down a multitude of questions threatening to burst from you.

“but…but we’re supposed to keep it on since we have to guess the order of who…you know,” you bite your lip as your voice trails off at the end of your sentence, face heating up even more at what you’re too embarrassed to say. the two boys beside you laugh as they lean back on their arms on the bed, while the brooding and unamused vice president—who you know as iwaizumi hajime—just watches the whole ordeal with an intensity that he’s infamously known for.

“then i guess you shouldn’t tell emi that you’re a bad girl who cheated, hmm?” oikawa taunts you as he boops your nose, relishing in your doe-eyed confusion and innocence. you’re a stickler for the rules, huh? he can’t wait to see just what you’re made of.

“besides there’s no fun in fucking a girl when you can’t see her eyes,” one of the boys from your side—mattsun—quips and you wince at his crudeness which makes his pink-haired best friend makki laugh at your uncomfortable body language. he doesn’t let up, however, joining mattsun in goading and teasing you. “for sure, there’s always something about a girl’s eyes when your cock first enters her pussy.”

oikawa quietly chuckles at his friends’ antics while iwaizumi grunts noncommittally. he wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t interested in indulging in whatever fucked up iniation rites they have going on, right? he’s an expert with the tough guy act, after all.

“something you’ll find out soon enough, sweetheart,” mattsun whispers in your ear and you gulp when both boys kiss the sides of your neck. your head is starting to swim and the warmth and softness of their lips is making your tongue loose, so you can’t help but blurt out and stutter the one question that’s been plaguing your mind. it doesn’t help that oikawa is just standing in front of you—the guy who you have so many questions for.

“a-aren’t you emi’s b-boyfriend? she’s…she’s clearly not okay with this,” you say weakly and that seems to break mattsun and makki from their mission of melting you into a puddle because they all laugh—even iwaizumi—who leaves you just a teensy bit star struck because of how handsome he looks while laughing.

“sure, if your definition of a boyfriend is someone who fucks anything with a pulse,” iwaizumi replies after his chuckles die down, his eyes still crinkling at the sides with the corners of his lips slightly upturned. he regards you with his dark and deep green eyes, making you shiver at the intensity with which he observes your half-naked and flushed body.

“emi’s just obsessed with him, doll,” he informs you, eyes boldly checking you out. “but i think we know why emi tagged along today,” iwaizumi smirks to himself, as if he’s satisfied with what he has seen and discovered.

“she’s worried cause you’re competition,” oikawa reveals, which doesn’t help at all because you’re even more confused than before. makki and mattsun groan at your lack of awareness, guess they have to take matters into their own hands. literally.

“i mean look at you, you’re sexy and hot as fuck,” mattsun whispers in your ear, but his words fly over your head because you whimper when his hand cups your barely covered pussy, his middle finger gently stroking your slit through the fabric.

“bet you’re a virgin too, huh?” makki adds, having changed his position on the bed until his bare chest is pressing against your back, which isn’t the only thing that’s pressing against you, by the way. his hands cup your tits, slender fingers softly pulling and tweaking your nipples until they’re hard and pointed.

their groping and petting has you moaning into the air, your breathing turning into pants as your eyes gloss over. oikawa and iwaizumi observe the turn of events with great interest, not even bothering to hide the tenting of their shorts.

“the virgins always turn out to be the sluttiest.”

iwaizumi’s words make you whimper and before you can even stop yourself, you whine as you push your hips towards mattsun’s hand, your pussy throbbing at the new sensations you’re receiving. your back arches until makki has the perfect grip on your tits, making him bite your earlobe as he tries to stifle his groan.

oikawa clears his throat loudly and the two of them stop moving, and your foggy pleasure-ridden self whimpers at the loss of stimulation. the brunette coos at you, his voice a bit strained.

“before things get really heated, you’re on the pill right?” he questions you seriously, which instantly clears your hazy mind as you address him square in the eyes.

“y-yes—”

“good, cause we don’t like to use condoms.”

“raw feels better anyway, baby. you’ll see what we mean,” mattsun says sultrily, teasing you even further by applying more pressure on your dampening pussy, his middle finger drawing lazy circles on your slit.

“are you down for getting creampied?” iwaizumi asks bluntly and you jolt from the seriousness and richness of his voice, letting out a small whimper when you see just how burning his gaze is. even so, his expression doesn’t match what he says because it’s as if he’s asking you a life or death question, not something so lewd.

you’re more nervous than ever, your feet rubbing against each other as you recall the less than friendly videos you indulge yourself in, remembering just how appealing it is for you when you see trails and strings of white leak from utterly spent cunts. you’ve fantasized about it more than you would like to admit, but there’s no turning back, is there? not when it’s being offered to you so openly.

the flush on your cheeks becomes hotter and you’re burning like a furnace. you just can’t help but bite your lip and nod meekly, your head falling back into a sigh when makki’s breath ghosts over the shell of your ear as he squeezes your tits.

they all groan when you nod, their bodies and cocks becoming stiffer as they imagine the myriad of positions that they can do to shoot their load into your willing pussy.

“see? fucking told you. virgins are sluts,” iwaizumi groans through gritted teeth, shamelessly palming himself as he closes his eyes tightly. you’re filled with newfound warmth when you see the brooding man’s unabashed reaction, a complete 180 from his stoic disposition from before.

oikawa clears his throat again, shaking his head as the mop of brown waves on his head become unruly from the action. he blinks once then twice, trying to keep himself composed—for now—to inform you of a very important detail. he walks closer to you until his shins bump against the foot of the bed while mattsun and makki sigh deeply, knowing it’s their cue to let the president have his way with you first.

mattsun swipes his finger one last time on your wet panties while makki pinches your nipples between his fingers. the simultaneous sensation makes you cry out and you can’t hide the pout on your lips when they pull away from you, leaving you panting and longing for more.

you really want to punch yourself for falling into the cliché naïve-freshman-girl-gets-fucked-by-a-group-of-seniors scenario, but can you really blame yourself? your resolve is not as strong as you would like it to be and god, the way they were touching you—it’s a miracle you didn’t cum then and there.

“we’re clean by the way, don’t have to worry your pretty little head about that,” oikawa assures you softly, his brown eyes staring down at you with faux innocence because whether you believed him or not, they’re going to fuck your virgin pussy one way or another. iwaizumi grunts in agreement, backing up his friend as he adjusts his position on the couch, rolling his eyes when the two mischievous boys join him.

oikawa’s gaze shifts down to the junction between your thighs, his brown eyes smoldering as he smirks at the darkened patch on your panties. your face heats in embarrassment as you close your legs abruptly, the evidence of your arousal and neediness clear as day for him to see. you look down on your lap when you hear them chuckle at your reaction, your face burning up more when mattsun and makki wolf whistle and say even dirtier things.

oikawa shushes them as he cups your cheek, his breathing even while his thumb rubs your warm skin. “ever sucked a guy off, pretty girl?”

you gasp at his question which gives him the opportunity to slip his thumb in your mouth, pressing it flat on your tongue. you make a small sound at the back of your throat and since you’re unable to speak, you hesitantly shake your head from side to side.

“fuck,” oikawa’s curse is long and drawn out as he tips his head back, exposing the milky column of his neck. his friends echo his reaction, their blood running even hotter at the inevitable fact that they’re going to ruin you and your “pure” image.

“wanna make a bet, makki?”

“you’re on, man. whoever makes her cum the hardest gets a pass on doing the laundry.”

the two shake on it while iwaizumi scoffs at their antics. your chest tightens at their nonchalance to your predicament and it shocks you how your virginity is equivalent to skipping chores to them. but again, you shouldn’t have expected so much from college frat boys, no matter how attractive they are.

oikawa glares at them, hissing at them to shut their mouths because he’s annoyed that your attention was taken away from him. he huffs to himself when he presses more firmly on your tongue, making you moan as you turn your focus back to him.

“so me and my friends are going to be your first everything, then,” he says matter of factly, his thumb rubbing circles on the muscle. you can feel your saliva pooling on your tongue with how long your mouth has been open. oikawa doesn’t wait for you to reply before he pulls his thumb out and shamelessly sucks it into his mouth, chuckling at your scandalized expression.

“we’re going to have so much fun with you, baby. bet you’re a fast learner too.”

“get on all fours,” he orders you as he widens his stance by the foot of the bed. you swallow the lump in your throat, your face hot with shame at how drool almost dropped from your open mouth. you hesitantly maneuver yourself, the sheets twisting as you shuffle on his bed.

one blink later and you find yourself face to face with the prominent bulge in his shorts and you bite your lip as you look up at him with wide eyes. oikawa clenches his jaw with a hiss at how innocent you look, his cock twitching as he takes in your expression.

the other boys lean back into the couch, getting comfortable at the show they’re about to watch. devilish smirks form on their faces because they know that oikawa’s self control is hanging by a very thin thread.

you weren’t born yesterday so you can tell by the quirk of his brow and the smolder in his brown eyes that he’s getting impatient at your snail’s pace, you’re about to sit on your haunches until he clicks his tongue and says a firm no.

your sigh is exasperated as you balance yourself on one hand, the other pulling down his shorts slowly. as they drop down to his ankles, you let out a surprised sound when you’re immediately met with his hard cock, pretty and pink and shining as it bobs against his abs, precum slowly leaking from the tip.

your face heats up when you remember the whispers of how pretty oikawa’s cock is and it’s embarrassing how you knew about the graphic description of his dick before you had an actual conversation with him—not like you’d be able to do any kind of talking with him at all.

he’s so hard that he’s twitching, the heat emanating from it is making your body hot with desire and anticipation. his hand takes hold of his cock, slowly stroking his shaft as it points towards you. suddenly you realize just how hungry you are and instinctively lick your lips. because you’re so near, the swipe of your tongue catches on his tip and he hisses with a throaty grunt as you moan softly at the slightly salty taste of his precum.

he quickly shakes it off and clicks his tongue in disapproval, clearly fed up with how slow you’re being. his fingers grip the strands of your hair, tugging at your roots with a firmness that makes you yelp.

“you don’t need to use your brain to give me a blowjob, sweetheart. just need your mouth and tongue,” he croaks impatiently, his other hand stroking himself. he shuffles closer to your mouth and taps your lips with his tip, precum making them slick and shiny, earning a soft moan from you.

thank heavens he’s blessed with the patience that he has, because if it were up to the three restless boys on his couch, your throat would’ve been filled up with cum by now. he’s only giving you so much leeway because he enjoys the inexperienced and nervous look in your eyes, which makes a light bulb in oikawa’s head go off.

his scrunched up expression turns into a sinister smirk, his grip on your hair becoming tighter. “tell you what, sweetie. since this is your first time, how about you let me do what i please? you don’t have to do anything but keep your mouth open and teeth tucked in. sound good, yeah?”

his offer entices you, your nervousness abating because at least, you don’t have to wrack your brain to remember blowjob tips and tricks the sorority sisters were talking about over brunch. with a new resolve, you keep your eyes trained on him as you open your mouth as comfortably as you can. all the boys groan at your display and oikawa wastes no time in putting his cock in your mouth eagerly.

“was it so hard to just open your mouth? you wanted to hear me say that i’m going to fuck my dick down your throat, is that it?” he groans, not bothering to make you adjust to his size before he hits the back of your throat, making you gag and tears spring into your lash line. your surprised whimper is muffled and your hands hold on to his firm thighs, nails leaving red crescent marks on his milky skin as he starts to thrust into your mouth.

“fuck, you’re even prettier with your lips wrapped around my cock,” oikawa moans, eyes glazed over as he watches tears run down your cheeks, mixing with the drool and precum seeping from the sides of your mouth. he raises his knee on the bed, resting his weight on the mattress as he pushes you further to the middle of the bed, fucking your mouth like how he fucks needy and slutty holes.

“yeah, you like getting used like this? like a fucking cocksleeve?” he grunts through gritted teeth, sweat building on his hairline as he breathes heavily. as if your face and mouth aren’t messy enough, oikawa spits on his shaft and it’s so unnecessary because his cock is already slick with tears and drool, making him glide easily as your jaw aches from his thrusts. he did it because the mess turns him on, especially with the sounds of you gagging on his dick. he wants to wreck you.

your eyes are crossed and blurry as muffled moans and cries vibrate against his cock; you’re not used to getting treated like this, you’ve never been treated like this at all but judging how your pussy is aching from neglect, it turns you on as well.

too engrossed by letting oikawa fuck your throat, you don’t see or hear mattsun crawling behind you. his smirk is devious, dark eyes burning a hole through your practically translucent panties. his large hands rest on your ass, causing you to jerk from his hot and rough touch.

your instinct tells you to look back and see who’s behind you but oikawa doesn’t allow it. in fact, his grip tightens in your hair and his thrusts become faster, his balls slapping against your chin as his plush lips part into loud groans. meanwhile, mattsun plays with your panties, pulling them up until the crotch part of the fabric becomes a thin wet string and it rubs on your clit.

your whine is high-pitched and muffled as you kick your legs. he lightly slaps your thigh, silently telling you to stop being so skittish. he sighs dreamily when your juices leak out of you, his hands pulling your panties back and forth as he rubs your slit with it.

“you guys should see how fucking wet she is,” he groans, eyes round with lust as he teases your cunt with his fingers. he bends down, your body shaking from oikawa’s thrusts. “her pussy’s pretty like her, too. you’re so damn hot, baby.”

it’s the last thing he says before slapping your ass, making you arch your back as his hands squeeze the jiggling skin. your body lurches as your eyes flutter from the sting of his palm before he slips the flimsy fabric to the side and licks a broad wet stripe along your folds.

the two boys on the couch watch the spectacle with different expressions—iwaizumi biting his lip as he watches spit and drool dripping down your chin and makki sulking on the couch with a childish pout on his face because he lost to mattsun in rock, paper, scissors on who gets to eat you out first.

your head swims as your loud cries are garbled and lost to oikawa’s cock, feeling mattsun’s lips wrap around your aching clit. your tear stained eyes flutter when he sucks it loudly into his mouth, the vibrations of his groans going straight to your pussy.

the new and pleasant sensation of having someone eat your cunt gets your body trembling with pleasure and when he shakes his head from side to side with his clit in your mouth, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you moan around oikawa’s pistoning cock, your hands gripping his thighs as your nails leave red welts on his skin. your body’s moving back and forth as your hips undulate against mattsun’s skilled mouth, chasing the flicks and swirls of his tongue.

your cries are pained when he lets it go with a loud pop, a strained groan leaving the curly haired boy’s throat as his cock throbs in his shorts. “you’re already this wet from getting your face fucked? fucking whore.”

you whine at his mean words, quickly jerking when he slaps your ass in quick succession until you feel a cold ball of spit on your folds, shivering when it slides down to the opening of your pussy. mattsun goes back to eating you enthusiastically and you can’t help but continuously moan at the attention your cunt is receiving.

oikawa’s groans are in sync with yours as he feels the tightening of his abdomen, signaling that his orgasm is close. with the way your moans vibrate around his cock, he’s not going to last any longer. he wants you to see him cum down your throat, fill your mouth with his seed, so he shakes your head with his tight grip, prompting you to widen your hooded eyes.

“look at me when i cum, baby. i’m s-so clo—fuck!” he ends his sentence with a shout and his cum spilling in your mouth unexpectedly. there’s not a lot of things that surprises oikawa and makes him cum like that, but you caught him off guard with your fucked out expression and naughty hands, the pupils of your eyes blown wide as you hollowed out your cheeks and fondled with his balls—just like how emi advised you.

“when you’re sucking a guy off and you know he’s about to cum, look at him with ‘fuck me’ eyes and play with his balls—that’ll get him to cum like a little bitch boy.”

oikawa pulls out his cock with a loud and wet pop, the rest of his cum spilling down your lips as you struggle to swallow most of it, courtesy of mattsun eliciting pornographic moans from your throat.

speaking of the devil, he doesn’t give you time to smugly relish the shocked and blissed out expression on oikawa’s face because he flips your body with strength that knocks the wind out of your lungs, making you yelp as your back hits the bed. he adjusts your ruined panties to the side, continuing to make a mess of your pussy. now that your mouth is free—although sore and with the heavy taste of cum—your moans can be heard clearly as your legs thrash around, your body squirming and grinding against mattsun’s mouth.

“she learned that from the sorority, didn’t she?” iwaizumi asks with a chuckle, pertaining to what you did to make his best friend cum. oikawa doesn’t grace him with a reply, too hypnotized by your broken cries and moans as your fingers tangle in mattsun’s hair. not like iwaizumi cares, because he doesn’t tear his eyes away from your writhing body as mattsun gives you the second best head you’re going to receive in your life.

‘second best’ because you haven’t had him in between your legs yet. and when he does, when you let him have his way with your pussy, mattsun’s head game is going to pale in comparison.

his lewd train of thought gets cut off when you let out a choked scream, making his cock jump at the shrill and pleasured sound. iwaizumi can see mattsun’s arm moving quickly, and from this angle he can tell that mattsun’s got two fingers up your sweet cunt. he grunts at the good view of your face twisted in pleasure with drying cum on the corner of your lips.

“o-oh mattsun! that’s too much—oh my god—feels too good!”

mattsun lifts his head from your pussy, his chin shiny with his saliva and your juices, eyes hooded as his thick fingers scissor inside of you, curling and uncurling against your sweet spot.

“you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” he says with a lazy smirk. “your cunt’s squeezing my fingers…wonder what this feels like around my fat cock,” he hums to himself, watching your hips buck against his hand.

“your pussy’s so tight, sweetheart. do you even touch yourself?” mattsun says with a mocking tone but he doesn’t give you time to answer because he curls his fingers harshly and dives his head to pay attention to your pulsing clit. his tongue swirls around the swollen bud, kitten licks against it as he bobs his head before sucking it into his mouth and curling his fingers at the same time. the knot in your lower stomach snaps, your vision becoming blurry as you arch your back and tug on mattsun’s hair.

“fuckfuckfuck i think i’m gonna—!”

you don’t even finish your sentence because your voice breaks off into a scream, your vision genuinely blacking out as your body convulses, thighs shaking around his head. you’re shaking like a leaf, brain going dizzy as your legs cramp from curling your toes too much. mattsun groans against you, his tongue slurping up your juices, coating his tongue with your sweet and tangy taste.

you’re a mess of whimpers and hiccups as you weakly push his head away from you, making him chuckle at your fucked out expression. he licks one long and wet stripe along your pussy before sitting up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“how’s that for a first orgasm, sweetheart?”

makki scoffs at his friend’s smug tone, huffing to himself as he stands from the couch to make his way over to you. mattsun laughs as he sees the pink haired boy hop on the bed with you still flat on your back and brain still clouded in your post-orgasm haze.

“think you can beat that, makki? remember our bet,” mattsun taunts him with a singsong voice as both boys switch positions. their eyes catch the dark and wet patches on the front of their shorts and you half expect them to make fun of each other, adding to their banter but instead, they chuckle and high five each other. you frown at their immature display. boys.

your distasteful expression quickly turns into a surprised one because each boy gropes your clothed tits and squeezes them in their big hands. “your tits are so soft, baby. you’ll let us fuck it, right?”

you answer them with a squeak as they grope your chest one last time before they turn your body. oikawa slides in at the head of the bed, chest heaving with one hand wrapped around himself as he lazily strokes his cock, watching you as they set your head down on his crossed legs.

iwaizumi joins the foray with mattsun and makki on either side of your body. you’re caged on all sides by four hot guys, all with rippling bodies and lustful gazes. you’re a prey who tumbled in the lion’s den and it’s evident with the way iwaizumi holds your ankles, keeping you down on the bed.

it’s the first time he’s touching you and you sigh from his big and warm hands—even if he’s keeping your legs spread for his friend whose hand is slowly trailing down from your tits, your stomach, then to your soaked panties. it feels uncomfortable, the fabric sticky and wet on your skin. it’s embarrassing and the feeling in your chest worsens because makki points it out.

“you still have this thing on?” he groans as he pulls on the waistband, the elastic snapping against your sensitive skin. “lucky for you, i like your panties, no matter how ruined and wet they are.”

“looks pretty on this pussy anyway,” he whispers to himself, and you whine loudly when he doesn’t waste any more time when he slips them to the side and inserts two of his fingers inside your walls.

“makki! s-slow down!” you cry out, eyes fluttering when the loud squelches of his fingers thrusting in and out of your cunt rings loudly in your ears. all four boys groan at obscene sounds you’re making, iwaizumi’s grip tightening on your ankles as your hips buck wildly to chase makki’s rhythm.

but he doesn’t slow down, too deep in his desire to make a complete mess out of you. their eyes are hazy as they watch you whimper and thrash around the bed with your hands tangled in the sheets, your face contorting into a scrunched expression as you try to tone down your volume, but to no avail because makki’s other hand finds your pulsing clit.

both oikawa and mattsun take the opportunity to pull the straps of your bra down your shoulders, pulling down the cups of your bra until your tits are exposed to the air. mattsun bends down to your left breast and takes the nipple into his mouth, groaning as he gives it the same treatment like what he did to your pussy earlier.

oikawa opts to twist and pull on your other nipple instead, making it harden and peak as your moans become broken and whiny from the added stimulation to your body. your eyes close tightly, mouth open as continuous cries of pleasure leave your throat.

“think you can cum harder for me than you did for mattsun?” makki asks as he rubs your clit harshly. you didn’t plan on replying to him but then the hand rubbing you slaps your pussy, his fingers catching on your clit, causing you to cry out and jerk, your wet walls clenching around his fingers.

“shit, you liked that?” makki asks in surprise, eyes widening at your reaction. “want me to do it again?” and he does do it again, several times, in fact. by the time he’s had his fill of rendering your clit swollen and numb, with you half heartedly begging for him to stop, his cheeks are pink and flushed.

“damn, little miss virgin likes getting her pussy slapped,” he teases you before he bends down and joins mattsun on your chest, sucking your other nipple into his mouth. your hands fly to their heads, shaking fingers tangling in their hair as they lick and nibble on your tits. their techniques are different, but still pleasurable, nonetheless.

you whine as you tilt your head, your hair tickling oikawa’s legs while you attempt to kick out and shy away from iwaizumi’s iron grip on your ankles. your moans increase in volume when makki alternates between thrusting his fingers and his thumb applying pressure on your clit, rubbing it with long drawn out circles.

makki’s fingers have a certain finesse that mattsun lacks, probably because his fingers are longer and slender, hitting that spot at a certain angle that’s making you see stars. the sensation causes your vision to swim, and it doesn’t help that iwaizumi is staring at you with an intensity that makes your body tingle and tremble.

his large and warm hands keep you anchored to the bed and you cry out when both boys bite your nipple before soothing it with their tongues. makki pulls away and sits up straight, his eyes hungrily watching the way your cunt is greedily taking his fingers. copious amounts of your slick drenches his hand and wrist, forming a puddle underneath your ass as you try to squirm away from his fingers. from the expression on your face with your teary eyes crossed and your high-pitched cries, breaths panting like a bitch in heat, he can tell that you’re close.

“why don’t you cum and be a good girl for me?” he coos at you, his empty praise, along with the curling of his fingers and firm pressure on your clit has you crying out his name, both of your hands tugging on his arm while mattsun sucks your nipple harshly.

“m-makki!”

“fuck yeah—that’s it doll. cum all over my fingers,” makki moans, feeling your pussy pulse and suck them in as your cunt gushes all over him. your body is shaking as he pulls them out with a wet and lewd popping sound, causing you to whine in embarrassment.

his fingers are so wet and shiny, dripping with your release as he wipes it on your stomach, making you whimper at the sheen it leaves on your skin. he sucks them into his mouth, groaning unabashedly as he does so. mattsun mimics his movements, pulling away from your chest as he stares at your wet and leaking pussy.

makki takes hold of your thighs as iwaizumi finally lets go of your legs, noting how there’s marks of his hands on your ankles from stopping you from kicking. makki spreads your legs even further, showing off your gushing pussy to mattsun.

“i think i don’t have to do the laundry.”

“i gave you a head start, dumbass. oh, no pun intended.”

“shut up and move,” iwaizumi growls and the two instantly become quiet as they shuffle around the bed, positioning themselves on either side of you as they kneel on the ruined sheets. oikawa, who’s been quiet all this time—save for a few groans as he came from watching you cum—finally speaks up again.

“there’s a reason why iwa-chan’s been so calm ever since the start of this, sweetie. he knew he was going to be the one to pop your precious cherry,” he reveals with a lilting tone, watching in amusement at the shocked sound you made. you’re so screwed, literally.

“lucky bastard.”

“whatever.”

the two boys on either side of you mutter bitterly, and as if on cue, all three of them discard their damp shorts with eagerness that can only be attributed with frat boys who are about to get their dick wet. realization dawns on you and if your cheeks weren’t on fire before, then they definitely are now because you’re aware of how you’re literally surrounded by leaking and bigger than average cocks.

fuck, don’t even get started with what mattsun and iwaizumi are packing. it’s then you register that rumors weren’t just rumors and that every bit, every inch was true.

“yeah, yeah, these two got pornhub cocks…whatever,” makki pouts, his expression petulant as he holds his dick, squeezing the shaft as precum leaks from the tip. your gaze turns to it and it’s nothing to laugh at, either. it’s pretty and long, similar to oikawa’s.

iwaizumi scoffs, disregarding the comment as he nods to both of them. like clockwork, they each take hold of your ankles and raise your legs high up in the air until your thighs are folded towards your chest. the stretch in your legs makes you wince, whining as you fist the sheets. your lower half is bared for iwaizumi to scrutinize and you must be a sight right now, since your panties are ruined to the point of no return at this time.

iwaizumi chuckles deeply, enjoying the wide eyed look on your face as he takes hold of the waistband, ripping the fabric in two. your whimper is music to his ears as he makes a show of sniffing it before he throws it to the boys holding you open for him. the stuffy air breezes through your bared pussy, making you shiver in both anticipation and trepidation.

he does the same thing with your bra and throws it to oikawa who’s resting comfortably against the headboard. you’re completely naked right now and there’s an uncomfortable pit in your stomach because try as you might, you can’t even cover yourself because mattsun and makki took the liberty of holding both of your wrists as they guide your hands to their cocks with your tattered panties wrapped around it. the remnants of your bra are wrapped around oikawa’s too as he lazily strokes himself.

“shit, my cock looks even bigger in her hand,” mattsun moans, throwing his head back as he relishes the feeling.

“yeah, that’s it, sweetheart. stroke me and issei like that,” makki grunts, his hips gently thrusting into your hand that’s experimentally stroking them. they’re both so hot and heavy—mattsun infinitely heavier—with their shafts slippery with the leaking precum from their slit.

“her hand is so soft…feels so fucking good.”

both of them groan loudly as they thrust into your hand, the patterned fabric of your panties a stark contrast to your smooth and soft palms. the difference in stimulation makes them both shiver, their cocks throbbing and twitching as they squeeze your wrists tighter.

iwaizumi has had enough of their display because he nudges his large body between your legs, your focus immediately going to him. his cock is intimidating to be honest, it’s so big and menacing and the way his fingers barely meet each other as they wrap around him has nervousness brewing in your chest, tremors shaking through your body. it doesn’t help that oikawa is just snickering at your predicament.

“h-how will you f-fit—oh!”

your question doesn’t even have the time to register because iwaizumi slaps your swollen pussy with a heavy hand, making you cry out at the prickling pain. he pushes your legs open wider as he guides himself to your leaking hole. the fat head of his cock breaches past your lips and you can’t help but instinctively squeeze the two cocks you’re holding. their curses and groans mix with your loud and broken cries as your walls are stretched for the first time.

“i-iwaizumi, you’re s-so big—”

“not as big as me, doll,” mattsun quips with a throaty groan, but it quickly turns into a pained one when iwaizumi punches him on his arm.

“you’ll take my cock because i said so,” iwaizumi says through clenched teeth, his hands squeezing the back of your thighs as he eases his cock inside of you.

“open your pretty pussy for me, yeah?” he groans breathlessly, the tightness of your cunt literally knocking the breath out of him because of how you’re fluttering around him. his pleading words soothe you for the time being and your body follows through.

“shit—that’s it, that’s it. oh fuck, your virgin pussy is so fucking tight.”

“how does it feel, hmm? first time taking cock and it’s this big?” iwaizumi taunts you through your moaning and whimpering. just as he finishes his sentence, he bottoms out and you wail, tears pooling in your eyes because it hurts, but it hurts so good—the sting, the stretch, everything. the burning and tingling sensation has your tongue lolling out of your mouth, your eyes fluttering and crossing as you register the feeling of having something so big inside of you.

“i-i…”

“y-you,” he mocks with a sneer, voice deep with lust as he angles his hips. “that good, huh? can’t even speak properly, dumb slut,” he spits, pausing only for a millisecond before he starts thrusting, the squelches are so obscene, the accumulation of saliva and your juices ringing loudly as they join the slick sounds of cocks being stroked and pulled.

“s-stop c-calling me a s-slut!” you manage to whine and it makes iwaizumi raise a dark brow as his grip tightens on your thighs. he answers back by increasing the strength and speed of his thrusts, making your tits bounce even more on your chest.

“don’t be stupid, baby. that’s what you are—a stupid little slut who lets four guys—oh, fuck—use her like a toy.”

“i know you like the attention,” he continues, chest heaving in between grunts and pants. “bet you’re even willing to let mattsun fuck you with a cock like his.” the man in question groans louder at the thought, imagining your cute little pussy taking all of him.

“god, i can’t wait to see your slutty cunt take him.”

iwaizumi’s masculine groans go straight to your pussy, along with the image of you getting fucked by the cock you’re stroking rapidly on your left has you clenching involuntarily around his pistoning cock.

“oh you like that? felt your pussy clench around my dick when i said that,” he laughs at you, his thrusts becoming even heavier and deeper as he fucks you with a strength that has your entire body moving on the bed, your head bumping against oikawa’s legs.

“n-no, s-stop saying embarrassing stuff!”

“gonna fuck the shape of my cock in this stupid. little. cunt.” iwaizumi ignores your outburst, opting to shut you up by punctuating the last three words with thrusts so heavy that you can feel it in your throat.

“you’re so cute when you try to deny the truth, sweetheart,” oikawa cuts in, doing the talking for now since he can sense his vice president starting to lose his mind to your pussy.

“you’re in no position to talk. you’re folded in half, legs high up in the air with two guys holding you by the ankles—guys who you’re jerking off by the way.”

“and you got my vice president pounding your cunt with all his strength,” he continues with a moan, squeezing his balls as he drills the facts into your mushy brain.

“god, the sounds your pussy is making. bet the next room can hear how much of a dirty slut you are.”

“you’re servicing three cocks, isn’t that what a whore does, hmm?” he says as he leans forward, his other hand tugging on your hair. to be honest, you can’t hear half of what he’s saying. your sinful cries and little screams are drowning out his words and you can’t even find yourself to mind him, not with the way iwaizumi’s cock is deliciously gliding along your walls.

“look at iwa-chan’s cock, sweetie,” oikawa urges you, bending your neck forward. “look how much you’re creaming around him.” his hand moves from your hair to one of your folded legs, pushing your knees further apart so you can get a better look of iwaizumi fucking you.

his pelvis is shining with your slick and the base of his cock has a white ring from where he’s thrusting in and out of you, his heavy balls slapping against your ass while your combined juices leak from where the both of you are connected. you’re so dizzy from their lewd words, stimulation, and the feeling of the warm and small spurts from mattsun and makki over your chest and stomach.

the feeling of your past orgasms are catching up to you, feeling that you’re about to reach your peak again. for the last time, you hope. iwaizumi’s hitting spots inside of you that you didn’t even know existed, places only a cock like his could reach and it has your pussy quivering and pulsing. when the head of his cock hits that spot, there’s nothing stopping you from screaming.

“fuck, i’m cumming—oh my god!”

your scream triggers their own orgasms and you’re immediately met with warm and thick and sticky ropes of cum filling your pussy to the brim as well as staining your face and torso. all boys cum with a shudder, their bodies trembling from one of the most intense orgasms of their lives on greek row.

oikawa’s shameless as he kneels over you, squeezing out all his cum on your face, causing you to shut your eyes tightly with a whine. mattsun and makki are trembling while they spread their release all over your chest and stomach, groaning as they do so. they drop your boneless legs to the bed, numb from being held up for so long.

“fuck, we gotta take a picture of this.”

iwaizumi’s the last to react, too busy gathering his bearings from cumming so hard that his ears were ringing. his fingers gripped you so tightly that there’s marks of his nails on your skin. he groans as he pulls out of you, his cock coming out with a loud pop as fat drops of his cum drip from your battered pussy.

your whine is pained as you weakly push his hand away, too sensitive from getting played with, much less a finger being inserted to ensure that no drop goes to waste.

“that’s the best pussy i’ve ever fucked in my life,” he admits breathlessly, shakily lifting himself off of you. you whimper as you wipe your face, trying to sit up as you attempt to scoot away from them and the disgusting sticky sheets.

you haven’t even sat up properly before you’re rudely flipped to your stomach with mattsun’s tip hovering over your face and makki’s dexterous fingers raising your hips. mattsun’s smirk is devilish as his gaze falls on the disbelief and shock on your cum-stained face, his thick cock lazily spreading the trails of white on your cheeks.

“oh, you thought that was it? silly girl, we’re just getting started.”

[10:56 PM]

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