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iwaasfairy · 3 years

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𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙺

Meeting strangers at parties isn't too out of the norm. Your friends do it all the time. And really, what could go wrong in the first place? a/n. ever since rhi and I talked about shin and atsu being friends in uni we've been saying we need a shinatsu threesome. so >_> i felt my calling jhbfggef @seijorhi shinatsukurookawa fivesome when??

.wordc. 4.5k+ tw noncon/dubcon, coercion, intoxicated sex, threesome, degradation, unrelated blood mention, yandere-ish ♡

Stay away from the athletes. You hadn’t understood it very well when your friend had leaned over at the doorstep, squeezing your hand for attention. You had turned to her with questions unanswered when the doors were opened and you were both pulled into the swarm of partying college kids, slightly overwhelming still.

But you understand her warning now, when you accidentally get pushed much too far into the crowd on your way to get another drink, shoulder to chests and arms between the groups of louder guys. You try to push from between two particularly tight woven groups into the open space of the kitchen that you can just about see at the end of the room, when you trip over something.

A lost sweater or a bag maybe hooks on your toe and you’re sent flying, holding your hands out just in time not to connect too hard with another person, dropping the rest of your drink on the already-sticky floor. You’re not too balanced on the best of days, but with the alcohol in your system you’re definitely not quick enough, and you connect hard with the person trying to catch your fall too late, instead wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you from doing any further damage. “Woops,” the man snickers, before helping straighten you back on your feet as you clamp a hand over your nose for the sting. “You okay there?”

“Yeah, I’m so, so sorry,” you quickly try to right yourself into the more mature drunk you, not wanting to show how badly you hold your liquor in front of these people. “The floors here are trashed, I didn’t see—” When you look up to meet bright eyes, warm but sharp, you clamp your mouth shut. The man in front of you is huge, towering over you and wearing one of the colorful flower sashes they’d been giving out at the entrance, his smile widening by the second when you seem to shrink even more.

You look from him to his side where another equally tall, muscular young man is staring you down with similar intrigue, light, chestnut brown irises that catch the neon lights of the room. They’re both handsome, bafflingly so, and both standing between you and your escape to the kitchen. Very vaguely, they look familiar, you must’ve crossed paths at some point during your year here— but it’s all blurry and you’re more than a bit distracted by the exposed arms and the stretch of skin of the unbuttoned polo the second is wearing.

The darker haired one -the one who caught you- seems to radiate giddiness at the way you’re shifting under their eyes, biting your lip and sucking it into your mouth. The other doesn’t pay too much attention at first, you can’t have been the first girl to tumble head first into their circle for the night and you certainly won’t be the last, but when you just stand there, unsure what to do with yourself, it does catch his attention. He stares intently at your face for a few seconds, as if studying you, before something seems to flash in his eyes.

Not quite familiarity, but something close. You wrack your brain trying to recognize him in turn, but come up empty. Your lipgloss is sweet and tingly on your tongue when the one with blond in his hair puts on a little smile, leaning down a little to your ear. “That was your drink that you sent flying over my feet, right?” He luckily doesn’t sound mad, and you hear his low chuckle when you give him an apologetic agreement. “I was just getting us some, I’ll get you a new drink too?”

“Thank you,” you instantly squeak, watching him give you a little up and down before he leans into his friend’s ear, telling him the same thing— you presume. They seem to have a little unspoken conversation when the other motions his face towards you, before the one nods and the lighter brunet leaves the two of you between the other drunk young adults.

“Here,” the one left with you motions you closer as he finds a spot to lean against the wall, tucking you gently into his side as you watch him. “Let’s stay out of the way a little.” Another drink would be nice to untangle your nerves right about now. He’s so handsome, and warm, and smells so nice despite the sticky pressure of the people flanking you.

No longer cast with the obnoxious pink and red lights, you do have a notion of who they are, really you should have from their build alone. Tall, fit, a winning smile plastered on his face, he’s definitely one of the ‘athlete’ types your friend would scold you for talking to. You definitely saw him on one of his early morning runs before. “I’m Shinnosuke,” he gives you a pleasant nudge, holding out his hand that you shake with a growing smile, unable to help it. His eyes are bright and interested every time you catch them, leaving your own guard coming down much easier.

You fall into comfortable conversation way too soon, and it’s really all because of how easy Shin -as he insists you call him- makes it. “I haven’t seen you here much before, this your first party?” As hard as it is to talk over the pounding base and the swelling murmurs of the group of people, it doesn’t feel strange to lean towards his ear and he to yours, he places a hand on your lower back to keep you stable on your toes.

“I’m usually on the other side of campus.”

“Ah.” He pulls back a little, letting his eyes glide more intently over your features before leaning back in and pulling you a little closer by your waist again. “That makes sense. I would’ve remembered you.” It basically bakes you from the inside with the heat radiating off of him and the way your tummy flutters, traitorous drunk mind convincing you that maybe it’s love. But can you really be blamed when you know for a fact that plenty of girls here would stomp on each other for a chance like this.

“Why’s that?” you blink up at him, and he hovers over you with a knowing grin when your throat bops up and down.

“You’re stupidly pretty,” he says then, as if it’s a given. As if he doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing when he lifts a hand to brush it over your cheek and then dragging his thumb along your bottom lip. It sends shivers down your spine, watching those narrowed eyes take you apart within seconds. “But you knew that already, didn’t you?” You have half a mind to pull away, but he wins out when he giggles and drops his hands instead to your hips, looking across the room for a second. You’re so fucked, you realize in that moment, there’s no way you’re leaving here tonight not thinking of him.

He gives you some of his beer to drink, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth that only seems to amuse him when you lean in more, burying your face into his chest and he wraps an arm around you, mumbling softly in your ear. When about fifteen minutes pass and the other young man still hasn’t returned, Shin breaks away to give your side a gentle squeeze. “Atsuko probably got distracted,” he chuckles at the pout you send up, “and since your friends dropped you here, I can’t leave you, hm?”

He leans down close enough to your face to have you swooning entirely. You’d think the wait would’ve taken some of the haze off, but it’s far from it. You’re more than tipsy before, and the strobe lights only make it harder to find your balance. “Think you can handle following me, babe? Or do you need my help staying up?” he teases again when you look up, this time basically brushing his lips to yours with how close you are. You can only swallow, nodding in the hopes that he’ll take you with him.

Before you can though, you accidentally drop the plastic cup and watch it bounce a foot or so away, and your body moves quicker than your brain to grab it, right when one of the people behind you is shoved back and your knee connects with your mouth, instantly making you taste blood. “Oh, shit! Sorry,” it’s vaguely called, not that you care. That hurt. The cup is long forgotten when a strong hand helps you back up by your collar like a kitten, your eyes filling with tears as you pull your lip into your mouth to suck the tingling wound, and Shin looks at you with a pout.

“Damn, baby, what’d you do that for?” He sounds worried— but though your tears it almost looks like he’s wearing a smile, and you sniffle as he pulls you a bit closer under his chin, still looking down at you. When he clicks his tongue, the position only makes you feel smaller, and really -kind of stupid- but it was just a stupid accident. “Tch, silly, little girl; let me see.” He reaches up to nudge your lips, and you jut it out pathetically at his order. “Ouch, yeah,” he instantly pouts, wiping your tears away now with his thumbs, “that’s pretty bad.”

Your brain hurts now. The strobe lights and the people and the noise, the blood and the heavy, lingering taste of alcohol, all of it makes your head feel like it’s aching, and you bend at the waist with a soft whine to lean your face into him, something he eagerly accepts. He’s quiet for a few seconds, before he places a finger under your chin to make you look up yet again, forcing you to face the obnoxious surroundings again. “Does it hurt?” You nod, and he brushes your cheek. “Yeah, huh? Want me to help you out?” Again you nod, instinctively, of course you do. The blood is still coming, the inside of your lip tingling and painful, but it’s starting to close up.

And then he leans down all the way to your face, hovering your lips, before he presses them so softly against yours. The soft kiss turns into a harder, more possessive kiss when you don’t pull away, feel his hands on your hips and pull you as close to his strong body as you can go. He presses his tongue to the seam of your lips, your one hand grabbing at his shirt and the other sliding up to the hair at the base of his skull. He hums into the kiss when you yelp, your lip still painful, but his hands get more pressing and tongue melts to yours. When you finally pull away for breath he doesn’t waste a second to let you calm down, grabbing your hand and pulling you through the people, as you try not to trip over your own feet.

He gets to the other end of the room much quicker than you could, before leaning down again and grabbing your cheeks to pull you back to his mouth, kissing you so good your legs almost shake. Down your jaw and neck, under your ear, he holds you up against the wall as you shiver. “Feel better?” he asks with a laugh, and this time you laugh along when you nod. He nods as he takes an abandoned drink from the table next to him, chugging half of it and handing the rest to you, making you follow without a doubt. The beer is still not good, and it’s not even cold anymore, but you swallow it anyway. “Come on, lets get out of here.”

“Where to?” you mumble when you finish the drink, swallowing again to get rid of the nasty aftertaste. Your heart warms a little when he gives you another peck.

“My dorm is just around the corner, I probably have a bandaid for you or something.” You don’t question it. You just trail behind him with interlaced hands, because he’s sweet. He’s been nice to you. You’ll just find your friends again when you come back to the party, no big deal.

You don’t make it to the dorm before he’s on you, basically dry humping each other against every wall you pass on the way, laving open mouthed kisses all along his pulse as he breathes deeply, grabbing a fist full of hair and pulling back. “Fuck, baby, I knew you’d be a good girl. All doe eyed,” he kisses you again until you’re breathless, it’s almost a wonder you even make it into the hall at all. “You’re a slutty, little thing, huh? Don’t even have to do anything.” You don’t bother to pretend knowing what he’s on about, just that the heat you feel should never stop.

Everything moves fast, not just because of the alcohol swimming in your system now. It doesn’t help though, and you can barely stand as he yanks open his door and pulls you inside, up against his body, rutting his hard cock against you as you throw your head back and moan. He’s quick to push the straps of your top over your shoulders and let it slip down, grabbing your thighs and walking to the bed to lay you into it. He gets onto the bed too, lifting your legs over his thighs and he kisses you until you can’t tell where you end and he begins. He sucks on your tongue until you pull away with heavy, fast breaths, and he grins.

His shirt is quick to go too, tossing it aside as he lifts one of your legs and urges your hips up to slide your shorts over the curve of your ass and up your legs, long fingers working easily as they squeeze your thighs and you can feel yourself losing control. Your head is tight and heavy and so dazy it’s hard to even think. Shin drops your clothes with his, then leans in again to place open mouthed kisses along your neck and chest. “My friend is coming too,” he mumbles, right when pushing your bra down to take a nipple into his mouth.

“Huh?” Heart pounding, you arch your back to get closer to his touch, rubbing your panties against his thigh.

“Atsuko is coming too,” he says again, holding your legs together to pull your panties off in one easy motion before he nudges them back open, groaning a little. But you must’ve missed something at some point, because the words ring in your head. Atsuko… coming? What? You don’t even get the chance to ask, because as soon as you try to sit up he pushes you back down and unbuttons his pants, pushing them down to reveal the tent in his boxers. He squeezes your tits, licking and biting and pushes himself up to you to rub his covered cock between your legs until you’re strung so tight your nails dig hard into his shoulders.

“Fuck, Shin, hurry,” you moan, squeezing your eyes closed, and he chuckles. “Please. I want it- want you so bad.”

Those long fingers just trail around your pussy, but don’t dip in how you want him to, no matter how much you try to meet his touches. “Just a little longer, babe.” He does begin to rub the rough pad of his thumb over your puffy clit, making your legs twitch until you can barely keep your voice down. You just hope everyone in this dorm is at that party, and— the door is pushed open, making you squeak and wrap an arm over your tits, peering at the figure against the hard lighting of the hall.

“I was starting to think you weren’t coming,” Shin sighs, and he pushes the waistband of his boxers down. His hard, leaking cock only distracts you for a few seconds though, swallowing as the door is closed and you’re cast back into darkness. The guy that just entered is -the one from before- and it makes your drunk mind spin, feeling more than a little exposed. Why is he here?!

“I fucking ran for it,” he throws something Shin’s way who catches it easily, before giving you a wide smile as he eyes you down. He peeks his tongue out of his mouth, before also pulling his shirt over his head and making you see even more hard muscles and thick biceps, walking closer. He quickly kicks his sweatpants off too, kneeling next to the bed. “Hey, pretty girl,” he says, before leaning in to kiss you. Now, you’d been shocked enough to stay frozen through all of it, but this is enough to have you take a deep breath, and as his soft lips press hard and needy against yours, you let go of yourself to push at his shoulders.

“Let me go, what’s wrong with you two?!” you call, watching how Atsuko only looks mildly amused with the attempt, grabbing your hand and sliding it around his neck. Shin grabs your thighs either side of his body and just pats the thick head of his cock against your wet pussy, and mumbles something you can’t make out. “No, s-stop, I—”

“Don’t make a scene, babe, you were doing so well. It’s fine.” It really isn’t. It so isn’t, your chest is tight and though your skin feels like it’s positively on fire, they should’ve told you, right? Or maybe they did tell you and you just forgot, but still. “You’re going to be good for us, aren’t you?” The edge in his voice is enough to have your heart racing. You’re naked, your clothes thrown across the room, and you know from the way the walls seem to close in that if you were to stand you’d probably fall.

“‘Course she is. Smart girls keep their mouth shut.” Atsuko’s eyes are already on your tits, grabbing them and placing a few wet kisses to the skin and another kiss to your pouty lips, rolling your pebbled nipples between his strong fingers. He seems entirely unbothered at the way you wiggle and twist under them when Shin rubs against your clit until you’re unable to hold back a moan. “If you stay nice and quiet,” Atsuko breathes over your ear then, pinching harder, “we’ll treat you good. If you don’t this’ll be a long night for you. And we’ll make sure you remember most of it when you wake up.”

The threat is paired with a little smile, before he kisses down your neck to your chest, grabbing one of your legs to hook his arm around your knee and keep you spread open as he sucks hard at your tits. Shin instead pushes the head of his cock into you, before slipping back out, stroking his cock a few times and doing it again, and this time you can’t hold back the moan that falls from your throat. “She’s tight,” he mumbles, and Atsuko giggles into his open mouth kisses.

“Will you hurry up already?” he says instead, getting up from the floor to join you on the bed. Your legs are kept open either side of Shin, slick dripping down your skin as you watch him line up and push in now, and your muscles pull together as you feel him sink into you. Atsu on the other hand rubs his hands over his crotch, grabbing himself through his boxers as he turns your face his way. “Say ‘aah’,” he takes himself out with one hand as the other grabs your chin, and though you’re tearing up at the stretch of your walls, he just cocks his head. “Open up, doll, I’m not going to tell you again.”

You do, tasting the heavy taste on your tongue that isn’t quite concealed by the bitterness of the alcohol, and letting him push your wide open as you take a breath through your nose. “Fuck, this cunt is so tight, s’like you were made for me.” Shinnosuke pulls out slowly, gliding back in much quicker than you expect and making you choke as Astu fucks into your mouth, coughing when he pulls back. Your tears are spilling over onto your cheeks, thrusts getting harder and more precise as you take the cock back into your mouth too. “You were just made to take cock, hm? Sucking me back in like a whore, you cockhungry bitch. Does Atsu taste good?”

You can only meet his eyes for a second before he pushes back into the spongy part of your walls, hard and fast and your eyes shut against the tears, sucking the other man off as best as you can manage. He twitches in your mouth, bringing up your hand to wrap around the part you can’t fit, and lets out soft groans as he fucks your mouth. Hard and relentless, filling your mouth and throat too much, you dig your nails into his lower back and try to slow down a little, but he doesn’t. It only seems to make him want to go harder, giving you a raised eyebrow when you open your eyes.

“He asked you if I taste good, princess, it’s not polite to ignore us.” You shiver when his hand comes to grab your head and holds you on his cock for a few seconds, making you twitch and clamp down on Shin’s cock in turn, and he groans out a string of swears. Atsu chuckles. “Looks like it tastes good. Spit ‘s dripping down your face.” He lets you up again and you cry at the painful sting, aching for breath and trying your best to catch it, hoping he’ll be a bit more gentle. But he keeps the hold on your face to push the flushed head against your lips again. “You like sucking cock, don’t you? Love getting used like this, that’s why you are taking it like a pretty, little slut.”

Loud, wet slaps fill the small dorm room each time either of them bottoms out, your pussy filled so well as the pressure in your throat is enough to make you even more lightheaded. And Shin grips your hips tight to pull you to meet his thrusts, as the orgasm just builds and builds. You push at Atsu’s hips until he gives you some room, taking a deep breath as you throw your head back. “‘M- ah- please- hm-make m-me cum,” your voice is so squeaky and tiny it’s barely audible, but someone chuckles.

“You heard the lady. Make her cum.” The pounding of your blood between your ears is disrupted when a faint buzzing sounds, the vibrations suddenly being pressed to your clit. “Atsu brought you a present.” The wave of pleasure is so strong it hurts, a long moan crawling out of you as you clench your eyes shut, hard. Your back curls off the bed and your thighs clench so tight with the circles it draws on your sensitive bud until you’re coming with your bottom lip held tight between your teeth until you taste blood.

Black and white flashes over your vision as you feel electric all over, and a groan from between your legs as the rhythm falters, filling you up with more heat. You fall back down a sweaty mess, unclenching your thighs as you try to catch your breath and the body between your legs pulls out. But it isn’t enough time before your legs are pushes to your chest again, and you feel a hard cock rub between the mess of your fucked pussy, pushing in. “My turn.”

You wake up with a startle, staring at the arm wrapped around you for a few seconds before you get your bearings. Your head is pounding miserably, and your muscles are tense as you look around the dorm room with realisation crashing down on you. You don’t remember much. You went along with your friends to some party, and— you turn to look at the man sleeping next to you, a little pout on his lips. He looks soft in this light, nice, but you still don’t want to admit that you absolutely forgot his name.

So you slowly lift his arm, hesitating when he groans, and slip out of the bed. Your clothes are still where you must’ve left them, and though the bright light coming through the blinds and the bend for them makes your head feel even tighter, you manage to put on your shorts and a shirt quick enough. Your bra and panties are nowhere to be found, and you let out a tense sigh. No phone, none of your stuff is anywhere to be seen, which must mean you left the party without them and you’ll have to go asking for them at some frat house later.

Before you can make it out the door though, someone walks from the bathroom and you freeze, mortified for just a moment. The man before you gives you a small smile, tossing his towel onto the free bed and walking in. “G’mornin’, you’re up early.” He is only in boxers, blond streaks of his hair sticking up in little tufts as he walks into the small kitchen to start digging through the cupboards, and you rub your palms on your shorts.

“Uhm- good morning. I don’t-” you cut yourself off, because really, what is there to say? You just watch as he picks out a tub of yoghurt and sticks in a spoon, before looking over your shoulder at the other half naked man still sleeping.

“Oh, don’t worry,” he smiles, leaning onto his elbows as he takes a spoonful, “he’s not waking up any time soon. Shin sleeps until he can’t sleep any more, and then some.” He motions the spoon towards you then, and rolls his muscular shoulders for a second. “You hungry yet? I can make you some eggs if you’d like, I have to get going soon but Shin would kill me if I didn’t take care of you right now.” And you take that as the perfect escape, and shake your head.

“No thank you, I’m alright. I have a bit of a headache so,” you slowly walk yourself to the door, rolling your foot onto your toes as you reach for your shoes, giving him a little smile. “I really appreciate it though.”

He waits for a moment until you push a foot in, before his curiosity finally builds enough to have him laughing, cocking his head in confusion. “What are you doing?” He plops the spoon back into the yoghurt, and takes a little step towards you.

“I- I’m going to get freshened up at home,” you frown back, eyebrows digging together.

“You can do that here,” he says though, as if it’s a given. He points over to the bathroom then, and then stares back at you as if you’ve suddenly grown two heads. “I went to get you some fresh clothes last night, and your shampoo if you’d like. I’m not that much of an ass to fuck my friend’s girlfriend without anything in return.”

“Girlfriend?! I’m not anyone’s girlfriend, I don’t even know how I got here.” The shrill call you let out hurts your own ears, and the man holds out his hand towards you as if to calm you down a little. When he’s standing in front of you, you have to tilt your head back to meet his eyes, and your stomach drops a little at his casual expression.

“Listen, you can argue that with Shin, okay? I really don’t care. All I know is that last night, you were sucking dick like your life depended on it and I could barely pry you off me to go take a shower. And you seem pretty out of it right now too, so how about you sit down and eat something.” He grabs onto your shoulder to turn you around and walks you back to the free bed, putting you down like a misbehaving child. When you stare up at him with a pout, he smiles, following your gaze when it shifts to his friend. He squeezes your arm, before letting out a long sigh. “He told me not to let you leave. If you try to run,” his gaze isn’t even on you anymore, as he stretches his long arms above his head, “I’ll run faster.”

“So how about you be good and let me enjoy my breakfast, yeah?”

#tw.noncon #tw.dubcon #tw.coercion #tw.yandere #💫oc.atsuko #shin is rhi's my loves!!#kuroo shinnosuke

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