#yamaguchi smut

[forusomimiya]

"Honey, not now! I'm in the middle of a game!" he whispers, pulling the microphone away from his mouth, careful not to be overheard by the others as he watches you there, under his desk table between his legs, like a hungry little puppy.

He keeps his eyes on the screen, and the movement of the mouse under his hand is slippery when his hand starts to sweat as he feels his trousers unravelling. His heart beats fast. You can hear the guys on the other side of the headphones groaning as their team dies. All your fault.

"Why?" you vocalised softly, letting go of his cock. "They won't know."

"But you know I can't cont- BABE!" But it's too late for complaints. Your mouth is already full and your hands help you take him deeper. You can't forget about his balls either, his weak spot.

"Aggh, you piece of sh-" You watch as he quickly take off his helmets and settles into the chair, but not before helping you to remove the tracksuit shorts that blocked him from opening up more for you. "You know what you have to do”.

You give him a smile before lowering yourself back down to his balls as you watch how fast he pumps his cock, cursing and moaning your name with each lick and suck on them.

"Do you like when I take such good care of ya?"

"Shit yeah... always being so good to me. What a good girl"

"What would your friends think if they heard how you cum on my mouth? Wouldn't they be jealous?" Your tone grows more arrogant with every word, but you drive him crazy just thinking about his friends on the other side of the line hearing the mess you're making. Your tongue runs from base to tip. Both of you in contact.

"They should... you d- don’t get a sweet girl like you between your legs every day" His other free hand has moved to cup the back of your neck to cling tighter to you.

“Enjoy the show then”

They would, they fucking would, ‘cause your bastard boyfriend forgot to mute the microphone.

KENMA, TOBIO KAGEYAMA, Suna, Akaashi, YAMAGUCHI, LEV HAIBA

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[perzawa]

TAKING YOUR VIRGINITY

pairings: kuroo, bokuto, kageyama, terushima, sugawara, yamaguchi, tanaka

warnings/tags! loss of virginity, kisses, mentions of pain

kuroo; he’s so sweet. when you tell him you’re ready to have your first time, he doesn’t rush you. instead, he allows you to really confirm that you want him like this. he makes sure he’s careful. he’d leave rose petals, regardless of how cliche they are, in the hall leading to your shared bedroom. lit candles will reside on your bedroom dresses, providing a dim light. you’d think it’s perfect. once your lover’s sure you’re ready, he’d kiss down your chest, spreading your thighs wide for him. he’d watch for your little reactions each time his fingers stroked your clit. he’d feel himself strain against his shorts the more your eyebrows twist, giving him insight into just how good you’re feeling. it takes everything not to destroy you when he’s inside you. “you’re so pretty for me, sweet girl,” he’d whisper to you as he bottomed out, refusing to set a pace until you’re completely adjusted. you’re absolutely gorgeous under him. 

bokuto; once you told him you haven’t lost it yet, he was taken aback. it’s not that you need to lose your virginity, but it was surprising that someone like you hadn’t found the right one yet. he doesn’t rush you though. after that day, the topic of sex was never really mentioned until you both ended up in bed after a halloween party. you almost forgot you were a virgin – but he didn’t. bokuto didn’t think it was suitable to lose your virginity tipsy and in a messy room. he was sure to be slow with you. his pace was slow and deep, never taking his eyes off you to watch for any opposition. despite the circumstances, he made sure your first time was perfect. 

kageyama; unfortunately, he wasn’t aware you were a virgin until after the fact. you’d only been dating for a few months, but after scoring a victory – you’d decided you wanted to celebrate your lover. even if he wasn’t aware, it was your first time together. it was special, even if it was in the back of a car. he had you pinned to the leather seat, pressing chaste kisses to your face as he plowed into you. it may not have been slow and sweet, but you wouldn’t have had it any other way. 

terushima; he almost couldn’t help himself when he felt you for the first time. he asked for confirmation numerous times, of course. is it okay to keep moving? do you need a break? does it hurt? terushima almost couldn’t hold back the first few seconds of feeling your tight heat wrap around him. he’d made you feel comfortable before speeding his pace, losing his sanity in the way your velvet walls clung to his aching cock. the thought of wiping away your innocence fueled his arousal, making it increasingly harder for him to stay slow and gentle. he tried but eventually failed – completely losing his composure and pounding you into your mattress. 

sugawara; he took your virginity in a heated moment after a long day. you’d never actually discussed sex, but he assumed you both held the same level of experience. afraid of disappointing him, you never told him your predicament. he’d already been removing your clothes, hard cock slipping past your lips and inside you. he hadn’t bottomed out yet before you were tearing up and asking him to stop. he obliged, worried he’d done something wrong or moved into things too fast. at the time, you felt ashamed, admitting it was your first time. he was more upset about himself and not checking with you – than with you. “oh, baby – we don’t need to do anything you don’t want,” he’d tell you, apologizing as much as possible. you decided to take your time and wait since, really, you weren’t ready. 

yamaguchi; both of you were equally inexperienced when he took your virginity. you decided together that you’d wait for the time that felt right. after dating for a year, you both decided to discover each others’ needs. you both took your time sharing kisses and moving slowly until you were ready for something deeper. he felt too good – but he wanted you to feel just as good. yamaguchi barely moved, questioning how you were feeling after each deep thrust inside of you. once your winces began to wither away, he allowed himself to go a little faster, hand pinning yours above your head gently. 

tanaka; the entire time, he made jokes in order to make the moment less serious. of course, losing your virginity can be serious, but he didn’t want you to think it was everything – so he made jokes here and there before it got too serious. he was gentle with you, caressing your stomach and hands while pressing soft kisses to the corners of your mouth. he whispered in your ear, basking in the way you moaned for him. he felt so honored to be your first. he felt honored to be yours at all. “you’re so pretty under me, baby… just too good for me, huh?” 

#haikyuu #haikyuu smut #haikyu x reader #haikyuu bokuto #bokuto smut #bokuto hcs #haikyuu hcs #kuroo smut #kuroo hcs #kageyama smut #kageyama hcs #terushima smut #terushima hcs #sugawara smut #sugawara hcs #yamaguchi smut #yamaguchi hcs #tanaka smut #tanaka hcs #oikawa smut #oikawa hcs #oikawa x reader #kuroo x reader #haikyuu headcanons #bokuto headcanons #kuroo headcanons #oikawa headcanons #sugawara headcanons #kinktober

[sir-kuroo]

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐒 ♡

𖦹 ft. haikyuu boys 𖦹 themes: 18+ sex toys, mentions of bondage, pet play, semi-public sex, teasing 𖦹 notes: characters may repeat on type of toy, they might be using all of these but I categorized this as their favorite to use on you ♡

♡ LOVENSE LUSH KENMA, *atsumu, *KUROO, ushijima, hoshiumi, suna, *OIKAWA, bokuto, daichi, kageyama, sakusa

he loves this ldr toy because he can rein in you by playing with the vibration patterns through his smartphone. watches you pulsate on VC your own liquid spilling out of your pussy. biting his lower-lip as he pumps his dick so hard and ready to explode. *maxes it up and tones it down playfully to tease you. watches you secretly in public, strain on his pants as he put himself on the edge, enjoying the risk of being caught watching you drenched, convulsing and moaning his name over his earphones.

♡ VIBRATING COCK RING kyoutani, sakusa, suna, bokuto, HINATA, yamaguchi, SUGAWARA, lev, kita, hoshiumi

wears the ring, though it barely even fits him. he loves to rile you up with extra cock power! you feel both the size of his dick and the vibration coming through that you might have cum at the very instant he inserted his dick inside you.

♡ CUFFS & LEASHES KUROO, osamu, ATSUMU, semi, HIRUGAMI, kageyama, ushijima, DAICHI, kyoutani, hoshiumi

not really a toy but it has to be mentioned. your hands in collars you and drags you in a leash as you suck him, hand runs through your hair as he guide your head with your mouth around his cock. lovingly pats your head afterwards for being the good girl pet that you are.

♡ MASSAGE WAND *AKAASHI, kita, SUGAWARA, yamaguchi, YAKU, hirugami, HOSHIUMI, bokuto, lev, kenma, hinata

he loves it when you reach out for his head from behind as you sit on his lap, your moans so close to his ear as he has the full access to your neck. whispers "that's my good girl," "my princess" as he runs the wand against your nipples and thoroughly on your pussy. your ass massaging his dick, making him hard as fuck while you squirm against him.

♡ WIRELESS VIBRATING EGG *OIKAWA, *atsumu, *OSAMU, *KUROO, kenma, suna, *tsukishima, IWAIZUMI, SEMI, *tendou

remote's in his hand and shamelessly will control it while you're outside as he acts so naturally like he's not stirring your insides. it can be whenever like when you're just for a walk in the park or in the gym doing the treadmill. sometimes, he'll do it as punishment for you acting like a big brat and you have to keep it inside you and not let it fall in between your legs or else everybody will find out. *when you can hardly keep your whine to yourself, he'll whisper "so dirty, can't keep it to yourself?"

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#haikyuu smut #kuroo smut #kenma smut #Kageyama smut #akaashi smut #sugawara smut #kita smut #osamu smut #sakusa smut #tsukishima smut #iwaizumi smut #semi smut #yamaguchi smut #hirugami smut #bokuto smut #ushijima smut #atsumu smut #oikawa smut #daichi smut #hinata smut

[a-kaash-me-outside]

not fair - ch4

in which your boyfriend is perfect in every single way... except for one and kei can't just sit back and watch you suffer...

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// "what? you want to watch me fuck your ex?" ~ ᴛsᴜᴋɪsʜɪᴍᴀ ᴋᴇɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ʏᴀᴍᴀɢᴜᴄʜɪ ᴛᴀᴅᴀsʜɪ ~ 12431 ᴡᴏʀᴅs

a look into this chapter/tw: 18+ minors dni super nfsw!, cheating (seriously, major plot point), threesome, cucking, vouyerism, size kink, weird feelings, use of character first names, degradation, oral m!receive, dom/sub undertones, coming untouched, stop light system, dirty talk, name calling, coming twice, plot-heavy, cross posted from ao3, afab reader she/her pronouns

send an ask and i’ll add ya to the taglist! ~ ♡ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ♡

If you could’ve never returned to this place, you wouldn’t have. If you could’ve left it all behind, ran away from the thought of confrontation and explanation, honest to God, you would have. 

You waited it out as long as you could, made do with the things you had at Kei’s place so that you didn’t have to go back to that house, to the space you and Tadashi had once shared. It was annoying, sure, having to figure out how to function without any of your things, but it sure beat the alternative. 

You wanted to convince yourself that this was the rest of your life, living down the street from everything you’ve ever known and owned, but never making any attempt to bridge the gap. 

But you couldn’t survive like this, you knew that, not without your entire wardrobe and your laptop and all of the furniture that you could have considered yours. 

So, yes, if you could’ve never returned to this place, you wouldn’t have. And, absolutely, if you could’ve left it all behind, ran away from the thought of confrontation and explanation, honest to God, you would have, but unfortunately, that’s not how it works, this whole having an affair with your boyfriend’s best friend thing.

So you were there, begrudgingly, standing in front of the front door that you used to push through every single day without a second thought, the key weighing heavy in your pocket as you opted to knock instead because it wasn’t yours anymore with Kei in tow behind you to lift all of the things that you had no interest in moving and also just because you’re not sure you could have done it on your own.

When Tadashi answers the door, when you see him in front of you for the first time in two months you realize that maybe you’re not the only one that’s been sulking in dread since the moment you made these plans. He looks good, better than you expect him to look considering the circumstances, but maybe you just had low expectations.  

He doesn’t greet you, doesn’t acknowledge Kei behind you. He barely looks you in the eyes as he speaks, detached, but not nearly as annoyed as he has every right to be. “Most of your stuff is still upstairs except for the few big things in the living room and kitchen.”

You can see past him inside the house, can see everything in seemingly the same way that you left it, picture-perfect and undisturbed, but you don’t make any move to break the barrier, not even when he turns on his heel and nods towards the upstairs. It’s not until you feel a strong hand on your lower back, encouraging, but not pushing, that you snap out of your own thoughts.

“I’ll start on the few things in the living room and kitchen and you can get whatever you need upstairs. We’ll be out of here fast,” Kei assures, because he knows that you need some type of affirmation just to step inside the house. 

“Right.” 

You expect it to be this big feat, this huge mountain to conquer, stepping back into what was once all you knew, but it’s not. You step over the lip of the front door, carefully and cautiously, and when the tip of your shoe skids across the welcome mat, you feel no different than you did on the car ride over. You can still feel the tightness in your chest and your palms still feel clammy, but that’s it. 

There isn’t any realization that hits you as you walk into the living room, nor is there a huge revelation that takes over you as you peer up the stairs and imagine your old room just the way you left it. When Kei’s hand leaves your lower back, when you’re on your own in foreign grounds, you’re okay. It’s not this dramatic, overwhelming experience. It doesn’t have to be. 

It’s the same thing walking into your old bedroom. This task that you’ve been dreading for as long as it’s been set in stone, and even before, feels, dare you say, manageable. It’s not the same as how you left it. For one, the drawers to Tadashi’s dresser are closed neatly and his bag isn’t lying open on the floor with miscellaneous clothes hanging half out of it. But more than that, the bedspread is completely different down to the sheets and the pillowcases and the curtains are changed, the ones that you helped Tadashi pick out, and the entire room smells like him. This room is no longer a culmination of the two of you, it’s undeniably his just with the pieces that you left behind. 

“I would’ve packed it all up, but I didn’t really want to touch it,” Tadashi comments, sliding an empty box towards you as you approach your dresser.

He’s not lying. You notice, now, how your things are all untouched, strewn across your dresser in the same way that you left them before the fight: a bottle of fragrance with its cap on the other side of the dresser, an open moisturizer, a burnt-out candle, things that could have been tossed without a second thought that he couldn’t so much as push to the side.��

“No, yeah, that’s fine,” you reply, shaking your head as you start to clean up the mess you left all those months ago. 

It’s not a monumental feat, sure, but it is so disgustingly awkward. 

The room is quiet save for the sounds of scrapping furniture from the floor beneath you and the sounds of drawers opening and closing. You have nothing to say to one another anyway. No, that’s a lie. You both have things that are clawing at your throats, things that are fogging your heads so badly that it feels almost hard to breathe, but neither of you is saying any of them.

For you, it’s mostly apologies, better ones than what you left him with that night or what you left on his answering machine numerous times, ones that you’ve thought endlessly about, ones that you mean wholeheartedly even if he wasn’t to accept them, ones that are trying so hard to come out, but are trapped. 

You don’t know what it is for Tadashi, what’s going on in his mind right now, or why he looks so conflicted and distracted. You have a few guesses, inclinations that feel right given the situation you’re both in, but you don’t prod. You move in silence, slinking past him a few times before you notice that he hasn’t moved in a while, stuck in the same place with the same facial expression with the same book in his hands.

You stop pacing, stop packing your things. He doesn’t notice your cease in movement, or if he does, he doesn’t show it. You want to say his name, call out to him and ask if he’s okay, because you’re not sure that anyone’s asked him that in a while, but you can’t get it out of your throat. Instead, you reach out, gently wrapping your fingers around the book and pulling it out of his grasp. 

The contact doesn’t shock him, but it does prompt his moving. He lets his arms fall back to his sides and he turns to look at you, really look at you, for the first time since that night. 

“I don’t,” Tadashi sighs, “why?”

“What?” you ask, because those three words, despite how filled they are with emotions that you can’t quite place, aren’t enough for you to understand. 

“You said that it was bad… with me… but how bad was it?” he asks, so slowly that you’re sure he’s handpicking every single word.

“I-,” you start because you don’t want to leave the question that he’s been internally struggling with all day unanswered, but then you stop because you just can’t fathom answering a question like that. Out of all the things you thought you were going to talk about today, your failed sex life with Tadashi was definitely at the bottom of the list. “Sorry, what?” you ask again, not because you needed him to repeat, but just because you needed time to think.

“How bad was it? Our sex?” he asks again and you struggle to identify the tone that he’s trying to convey. You want to hear the annoyance, the hatred, the disgust, the judgment, but you can’t find any trace of animosity. You don’t reply, still trying to conjure up some sort of response, so he keeps talking, desperate for an answer, “How could he be so much better?”

And then you hear it, not sadness or betrayal, but confusion, no, curiosity.

“I think about it a lot and I can never come up with an answer that makes sense, but I think it’s just because I don’t know enough,” Tadashi continues, mumbling now.

“Dashi,” you start, hesitating for a moment only because the nickname feels so foreign on your tongue, “I don’t really know how to answer that.”

“Honestly,” he says, the curiosity still lingering, but a sense of urgency and entitlement motivating it, “That’s a good place to start.”

“It might be because you don’t know enough,” you offer, using his own words to try to soften the impact. “Kei knows what he wants and he’s precise and he takes care of me, not because he has to, but because he gets just as much pleasure from it as I do.”

He flinches at the sentence but nods along anyway. 

You feel like you’ve said too much already, but Tadashi’s facial features have morphed into a look of intrigue and you can’t help the details that continue to spill from you, “I think with us it was like we were both…” you trail off, trying to find the right words, “Kei has this control, this power over me that I can’t explain, one that you never did.”

You watch the intrigue shift into something else for only a split second, something that looks eerily familiar in this setting nonetheless. He shakes his head, brows furrowing as he fights off the conflict that he’s feeling. “I just, I don’t get it. It doesn’t make sense to me and I wish that it did. I wish that I could understand how he could be so much better than I am,” he says, exasperated and frustrated. “If I could just see-” He doesn’t even get the chance to finish his sentence. 

“What? You want to watch me fuck your ex?”

The voice comes as a shock to both of you, backs turned away from the doorway that Kei now stands directly in the center of. His arms are crossed over his chest and he doesn’t have to be towering as tall over top of you as he is for you to feel as small as you do, but it definitely doesn’t help. 

You’re not exactly sure why you’re feeling this embarrassed. It’s not you that the question is directed at and it’s not you that’s almost pathetically incriminated by your own words. It feels like Kei knows something now that he shouldn’t. That conversation was private, the things that Yamaguchi was admitting to you were private, and now Kei knew them all. You don’t know how much he heard or how long he had been standing there, but you know that it was enough to warrant the permanent cocky grin on Kei’s face. It’s borderline ironic, the embarrassment you were feeling from the lack of privacy given that this is exactly what landed you here in the first place. 

“Is that what you want?” he asks, louder this time, a patronizing laugh following right behind it. 

“Kei,” you begin to object, but he puts his hand up, pointer finger extended up to quiet your attempt to de-escalate the situation, and it works. Whatever argument or defense that you were going to spew has dissolved into nothing.

Kei walks forward, slowly, towards the two of you. He doesn’t say a word, gives Yamaguchi ample time to protest, but he doesn’t. Yamaguchi is standing next to you, stuck in place, his eyes perfectly on Kei as he approaches you. 

“Do you want to watch me do all the things to your ex that you couldn’t? Do you want me to physically show you so that you understand?” Kei asks Yamaguchi, but he’s staring directly at you, closing the gap between his lips and your face, leaning down so leisurely, waiting for some sort of objection from either party. 

His lips brush up against your ear, his breath floating over top of your skin so lightly. Your eyes flutter closed, your breath already uneven as you wait for the contact, but it never comes. Instead, it’s just words, confirmation and the antecedent that you’re so used to by now. “You know the scale, baby. This works the same way, okay? If you get uncomfortable, just say the word,” he says into your ear, soft enough so that Yamaguchi can’t make out what he’s saying. 

You nod and he presses a kiss to your ear, “Good girl.”

He pulls away far too quickly, his absence just making you want him more, but he’s facing Tadashi directly now, forcing his gaze, not physically, but just from the command of his stare. “I’m going to need some sort of verbal consent before I destroy your ex right in front of you, Tadashi,” Kei says and the tone of his voice is so perfectly reminiscent of how he used to talk to you in the beginning, stern and abrupt enough to elicit a response from anyone, especially someone as awestruck as Tadashi.

“Yes,” Tadashi answers, finally. You’re expecting some sort of withdrawal, or regret at the very least, to settle in after and you think Kei is too, but it doesn’t, not even in the pause that Kei allows once Tadashi’s finished speaking. 

“Yes, what?” Kei asks, tilting his head to the side.

“Yes, I want to understand,” Tadashi responds, the confidence in his words quickly decreasing as he realizes how humiliating it all actually is. 

“No,” Kei denies, his attention fully on you once again, his hands sliding up the sides of your neck to cup your face between his palms. 

“What?” Tadashi asks, evidently confused as he watches Kei begin to touch you. 

“No. That’s not what you’re saying yes to,” Kei explains, softly stroking the sides of your face, “You’re saying yes to sitting there and watching me fuck your ex. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Tadashi says, dimly and not nearly as confidently as the first time, but it’s an agreement nonetheless. 

The second that the confirmation comes out of Tadashi’s mouth, you hold your breath. You don’t need to see the way Kei’s wicked grin spreads across his face or feel the way that his fingertips dig into the back of your neck to know that he was going to put on a show for Tadashi tonight at your expense. 

Kei steps backward, your face still clutched in his grasp as he drags you with him, 4 long strides until he’s colliding with the edge of what used to be your bed. Tadashi’s left standing in place, his back to the dresser as he watches Kei sink into the bed until he’s seated with both of your legs on either side of his own. 

Kei hooks both arms around your waist, pulling you into him, hard, until your stomach is pressed against his chest, and then down, slowly, so that your body rubs against him until you’re seated in his lap. He nudges your head to the side, exposing your neck and humming at the clean canvas in front of him.

He drags his teeth down the side of your neck just hard enough for you to feel the path even when he’s pulled away. He replaces his teeth with his tongue, running the tip of it against your skin before sucking patches of it into his mouth. You let your eyes close gently, focusing on the feeling of his tongue repetitively swiping against the sensitive areas of your neck, and for a moment you forget that Yamaguchi is in the room with you entirely. 

Kei molds his hands around your body, letting them conform to your curves as he slides them to your waist and plants them there, tightly. His fingertips dig into your sides, holding you perfectly still as he grinds his hips up into you. You couldn’t hold it in if you tried, the whimper that escapes your lips at the feeling of his growing length. 

Kei laughs loud enough for everyone in the room to hear it, shows you both how pathetic he thinks you are for acting the way you do in response to such a small movement. He moves his fingers, grabbing at the hem of your shirt and lifting it over your head, quickly throwing it to the side. You have no time to even think before he’s unhooking your bra, kissing down your neck to your collarbones as he discards it as well. 

You’ve been naked in front of Yamaguchi plenty of times before, but it’s so different now. Kei is undressing you as he wishes, stripping clothing off of you at whatever pace he wants. You have no control of what Yamaguchi sees or doesn’t see and it’s making you flush in a way that you never have. You’re sure that they can see it, both of them, the way your body is reacting so involuntarily to whatever Kei wants to do to it. 

He pulls off his own shirt so that he can feel his skin against yours so that he can show Yamaguchi how in control of the entire situation he actually is and you’re so acutely aware of how fast everything is moving. His fingers are on the button of your pants, working so effortlessly to undo them, kissing down your chest as he does so before pulling away. 

“Go on,” Kei states, a smirk pulling at his lips with his hands planted firmly at your hips, “Show Tadashi everything that’s no longer his.”

You hesitate, not moving despite the fact that Kei’s thumbs are pressing into your hip bones, pushing you backward. He doesn’t push harder when he feels the resistance. He stills, cocking his head, holding back a scoff as he speaks again, lower, almost offended, “Do I have to repeat myself?”

You shake your head, standing up from his lap and slipping your thumbs into the waistband. “My underwear too?” you ask because you don’t want to get it wrong. 

“What do you think, Tadashi?” Kei asks, looking past you now at Tadashi standing in the same frozen place that he was minutes ago. 

“Yes,” he answers, perhaps too eagerly for how quiet he is. 

“Wrong.”

Tadashi jumps, unaware that the question of what he was thinking had a wrong answer, but he tries again regardless, “No?” It comes out more like a question. 

“Wrong,” Kei repeats.

Tadashi opens his mouth, brows knit together in confusion. Kei doesn’t help him, doesn’t offer guidance, but you know exactly what he wants to hear. It’s quiet in the room for a few moments as Tadashi tries his hardest to understand, to get it right. 

“What do you think, Kei?” he finally answers.

“Good boy,” Kei praises, only letting the gentle cadence linger for seconds before directing his attention back at you, hand slipping into his own waistband as he strokes himself to attention inside his pants. “Take ‘em off.”

You pull them down, facing towards Tadashi as you discard them. You can feel eyes trained on you, both Tadashi’s and Kei’s, and it’s causing a heat to rise into your core and the highs of your cheekbones. You don’t have time to revel in the feeling of exposure that’s taking over you, because Kei is already calling you back over. “Come be a good girl for me.”

When you turn to face him, you watch him spread his legs, his head tilting down to the floor between them as he pushes his pants and boxers to his ankles, exposing himself completely. He doesn’t look any bit remorseful or embarrassed. If it were at all possible, you’d be convinced that he looked somehow even prouder than before, being on display in front of your ex as he barks out commands that you listen so well to.

And you do listen, walking over and taking place between his legs on your knees, sitting back into your heels as you wait for whatever he tells you to do. You know this game well, know how perfectly obedient you have to be when he gets like this, how small of an error you have to make to be punished. “Be on your best behavior, now, okay? We’ve got guests,” he coos at you, sliding his fingers under your chin and curling them against your skin. 

You nod, once, just a short movement of your head for him to know that you will, indeed, be on your best behavior. No taking your own liberties or trying to get a rise out of him on purpose or pushing the boundaries of what you could and couldn’t do, you were going to be good. 

You sit there, perfectly still, not moving at all as he wraps his hand around the base of his cock, angling it down so that his head rubs across your lips, smearing the beads of precome that have already accumulated. He places it gently between your lips, parting but not passing them. 

“Lick your lips, baby. Taste it for me.”

You run the tip of your tongue against your bottom lip and then the top, staring directly up at Kei as you do so, savoring each drop that he left behind. Your tongue barely makes it back in your mouth before he grabs your face. “What do you say?”

“Thank you,” you say, urgently, overlapping the end of his question, but he doesn’t seem to mind, not when your gratitude to him is so instinctual. 

“You want more, don’t you? You want to feel it down your throat, don’t want to be able to breathe, right?” he asks, already lining himself up between your lips. 

You answer without hesitation, “Yes, please, Kei.”

In an instant, his hand is on the back of your head, fingers laced into your hair as he pulls you down on his cock in one fluent motion. It takes everything in you not to gag at the way his head jams against the back wall of your throat. He holds you there, your lips at the base of his cock as he groans at how warm you are around him. 

You’re waiting for him to pull you off completely or, at the very least, give you a moment to catch your breath, but he doesn’t. Your hands are gripping onto his thighs and your eyes are shut so tightly trying not to tap out, trying to show him and Yamaguchi how good you can be for Kei. 

“Stay there, baby, you’re doing so good,” he praises, but you can barely focus on the words. The grip on his thighs is getting weak and he can feel you trying to gasp for air around his cock and he still has so much more planned for you so he pulls you forcefully off of him. He uses the fistful of your hair to guide your attention, your chest heaving and mouth agape trying to get in as much air as you can. You can feel the spit dripping down your chin and are only now aware of the tears streaming down your cheeks. 

“Look at Tadashi. Show him how pretty you are when someone knows how to use you,” Kei coos. 

You turn your head just far enough to make eye contact with Tadashi and however you thought that he was going to react is completely thrown out the window. He’s staring at you, wide-eyed and timid, swallowing thickly as his eyes scan every inch of your face. He might even be more affected by Kei using your throat than you were. 

“Isn’t she pretty, Tadashi?” Kei asks, talking about you as if you weren’t sitting right between his legs. 

Tadashi nods but doesn’t say anything, too shocked, you’re sure, to form thoughts, let alone sentences and responses. 

“Back at me,” Kei commands, any ounce of adoration gone from his tone now, “Open.” You move to turn back to Kei and you catch it so briefly, the tent in Tadashi’s pants that twitches at the sound of Kei’s voice. 

You open your mouth as wide as you can manage, breathing consistently as you wait for his cock. He slips back into your mouth, more attentively this time, letting the underside of his cock slide against your tongue so that you can feel every pulsing vein and wrinkle of skin. “Close your lips around it, nice and tight like a little hole for me to fuck, okay?”

You hum around his cock in acknowledgment and form a tight ring around him. “I’m going to get as deep as I can and you’re going to swallow around me.” You hum again, the vibrations of your lips causing him to shudder. “Keep your eyes open, look directly at me.” There’s this authority in his eyes, one more intense than the ones he’s had in the past, one that’s so sure that you’re going to obey him. 

And you do. And you will. 

He pulls you deeper onto his cock until your face is pressed against his skin. You struggle to keep eye contact with him in this position that he’s forced you into, but you still do, desperate to keep listening to him. You swallow around his hard length, allow the ring you’ve made around his cock to loosen for only a moment as you suck in all the juices that you’ve created so that you can swallow again. Your throat massages his length and his head and you know how good you’re being for him because the fist he has in your hair tightens, his fingers shaking as he mutters a fuck . 

“Fuck, look how well she listens,” he groans, talking about you, not at you once again and you can feel yourself flood because of it, from being talked about, over top of, as if you’re not even in the room, like you’re not on your knees being used like a whore. “I’m going to fuck her throat now. I think she’s earned it, being such a good girl for me.”

Kei continues, “Watch closely. You’ll see how much she loves being used like this.” He starts moving your head up and down his cock, letting your spit coat his cock and drool onto the base. It’s forceful, but it’s not the worst that you’ve endured with Kei’s cock in your mouth. Until he lifts his hips off of the bed to meet your face, thrusting upwards to slide down your throat as far as he can and as hard as he can.

He wraps his fingers around your neck to feel the bulge that he’s created. He presses his fingers into it, groaning as he massages his length through your throat, simultaneously not allowing you to breathe. “God, you’re so fucking good.” You swallow around him again, trying to pleasure him in whatever way you can, trying to prove to him that you’re so fucking good, but you can be better. You stick your tongue out, gagging at how deep he is, convulsing around his thick cock. 

And then your mouth is empty. 

You look up at Kei, clearly now that your head isn’t bobbing violently around his cock. You can see his toned chest rising and falling and the look in his eyes of fading composure and you feel much prouder than you probably should given the amount of control you even had in that situation. “What?” he asks, breathy, but still just as much of an asshole, “Do you want a prize for doing what you were supposed to?”

He doesn’t give you time to answer. He leans forward, his mouth positioned directly above yours and you know what’s coming so well that you open your mouth before the word has even finished coming out of his mouth. He spits down your throat, harshly so that you don’t even have time to appreciate the taste. 

“Thank you,” you say without prompt. 

“On the bed. On your back. Legs spread. Heels into the mattress,” Kei barks out, paying no mind to your gratitude, despite how much he knows you want to be praised for it. He stands up from the bed, giving you room to crawl onto the middle of it into the exact position he’s described. 

“This is how you liked to fuck her, huh, Tadashi? Missionary? Was it so that you could see her pretty face while you fucked her?” He grabs your face, rests your chin in between his thumb and his pointer finger and then claws all five digits into your jaw. He jerks your head in his hand, showing you off to Tadashi, your eyes half-lidded just waiting for Kei to finally fill you. 

“There’s no way it could look as wrecked as it does when I fuck her, so I don’t really see the appeal for you,” Kei says, and then he stops moving, turning with your face still in his hand as he looks at Tadashi, “Or was it because you just didn’t know any better?”

Tadashi doesn’t answer, not with words anyway, rather, he mumbles something inaudible. Kei ignores whatever he’s trying to say. It was a rhetorical question. He didn’t need Tadashi to answer. He already knew the answer. 

Kei moves onto the bed, right in between your legs. He hasn’t touched you, has only used your mouth for his own pleasure, and yet, you’re so dripping wet that there’s already a dark spot on the blankets below you. He places an open hand on your stomach, pressing down to hold you in place as he rubs the tip of his cock between your lips, moaning at the feeling of your wetness slicking his head. 

“Sit,” Kei commands, but it’s not to you, it’s to Tadashi. He doesn’t point or gesture, just stares at the edge of the bed that neither of you is occupying. 

Tadashi listens after a moment of reluctance, taking slow, careful steps towards the side of the bed that Kei was looking at, as if moving any faster would result in punishment. You can feel the dip in the bed and you turn your head to look at him. There’s uncertainty painted all over his face, but the curiosity still remains. 

Your attention returns when you feel Kei push inside you just enough for you to swallow his head. He moves his hand from your stomach and his hand from the base of his cock and he uses them, now, to grab any part of your body that he can touch. He lets his fingers curl over your skin, kneads your tits and brushes his thumbs against your hard nipples, scratches red marks down your neck and chest, anything to keep your focus on him and not the third-party observer. 

You’re so busy focusing on how handsy he is, on thinking about where his touch will float to next, that when he slams inside of you without warning, a high-pitched scream tears from your abused throat. His hips are pressed against the insides of your thighs and he doesn’t move, just stares down at your doe-like eyes as you silently beg him for more. 

He pulls out of you, leisurely, feeling how tightly you’re squeezing around him, suctioning him back in. When he fucks into you again, you’re more prepared this time. The sound that leaves you isn’t a surprised scream, it’s a thankful groan. You know that if he wanted to, he could make you come in seconds, but he’s drawing it out, letting Yamaguchi watch how destroyed you get from such slow, methodical movements. 

When he sets a nice pace, fucking in and out of you, purposefully missing your g-spot so that the pleasure is coming only from how deep he’s going and how full you are, the surprise aspect fading away, for now, you’re intently aware on how close Tadashi is sitting next to you. If you were to reach out your arm, you could touch him. He was there, sitting on the bed, watching you get fucked better than he could ever manage. 

You turn your head to face him once again. You want to know what he looks like while he’s watching you and it doesn’t disappoint. His lips are parted so slightly and they’re sheened from spit as he keeps licking his lips and swallowing harshly. Your eyes follow his neck and his heaving chest and you catch a glimpse of how hard he is for only a moment before Kei’s hand is grabbing your jaw, forcing you to look back at him.

“Don’t look at him,” Kei snaps, his hips slamming into you harsher now, the sound of them slapping against your thighs getting louder, “Look at me. Focus on me. Don’t pay attention to him. He’s just there to watch. I’m fucking you.”

You stare up at him, eyes unfocused as they dart around Kei’s face and you want to listen to him. You want to be absolutely faultless for him, but when Kei mentions that Tadashi is just here to watch you, Tadashi whimpers. It’s soft and you can feel the embarrassment radiating off of him the second that it happens and you want to see him.

Your eyes wander for only a moment, flicking to the side to see if you can catch a sliver of whatever Tadashi looks like right now. The entire situation is so new, everything is developing so quickly, and you want to listen, but you’re just as curious as Tadashi is. Kei’s fingers dig into your chin harder, his hips pressed flat against yours in an instant as he speaks through gritted teeth, “Do you want him to fuck you?”

You start shaking your head, verbal disagreement coming out of your mouth, but he interrupts you, “No, that’s fine. He can fuck you and I’ll leave if that’s what you want.”

“No, no, no, no, please, Kei, I’m sorry,” you babble, the words leaving your mouth on pure necessity, “I’m so sorry. Please don’t leave. Please fuck me.”

“Then fucking pay attention to me,” Kei pulls out and fucks the breath right out of your lungs, “only me.”

Any amount of curiosity you could feel doesn’t outweigh the need you have to be fucked so rawly right now. Tadashi isn’t even a second thought anymore. 

“Yes, fuck, okay,” you nod, tears filling your eyes as he starts to pound into you again, “only you,” you murmur repetitively as he picks up speed. You don’t ask before clasping your fingers together behind his neck, pulling his head down to your level, and pressing his forehead into yours, but he doesn’t protest. His chin is pressed against his sternum, looking down at your body and the way that every inch of his length is being swallowed by your hole. 

He can feel you tightening around him like you always do when you’re about to come. You don’t even have to tell him anymore, he just knows, but you know that he likes to hear you anyway. You talk softly, the admittance feeling like betrayal given the other person in the room, but your want to appease Kei overrides that tenfold. “Gonna come,” you murmur. 

“You want to watch her come?” Kei asks, and Tadashi doesn’t even try to hide behind reservation, “Like, actually come? Not fake it like you typically see her do?” Tadashi’s nodding fervently, no remorse or apprehension to his desperation. “Well then, let’s show him how good you actually look when you’re coming all over a nice, thick cock, (y/n).”

He picks up the pace, pistoning into you faster than he was before, reaching one of his arms down to rub tiny circles into your clit, and angling his cock to rub against your g-spot right as you reach your edge. You pull Kei into you deeper as you come, your fingers gripping around each other and Kei’s neck as you clench around him. Thank yous are leaving your mouth incessantly, one after the other so quickly that they’re overlapping.

He doesn’t stop after you’ve finished, keeps going with his repetitive motions that brought you over the edge, knows that you’re already feeling sensitive from your first orgasm and uses that to his advantage. “That wasn’t enough. Come again. Show him how much power I have over you that he never did.” And you do. You’re screaming this time, nails digging into the back of Kei’s neck as he brutally fucks into your hole as it floods even more. 

“Look at Tadashi when you’re finished. Tell him how good it was,” Kei says, and you don’t see his face, not when you’re so delightfully blissed out from two consecutive orgasms, but you can hear the smirk in his tone. Kei pulls away from your grasp and without the grounds that his strong body was giving you, your arms fall to your sides. Your head falls against the pillow, ear flat against it as you look at Tadashi.

“It was really good, Dashi. He made me feel so good.” It slips out of your mouth without much thought, your brain on autopilot, just listening to Kei’s directions and you only notice the weight of them as Tadashi’s eyes widen. He’s marveling at the power that Kei has, at how quickly you listen to him, and how harshly he made you come in such a short amount of time and it looks like it clicks. 

It looks like he understands now, the difference between him and Kei, the reason that sex with him wasn’t as good, how Kei is so much better than him, why Kei deserves the attention you’re giving him, why he deserves to be ignored, and he’s not mad. He wants more. 

“How else did you like to fuck her?” Kei asks and when Tadashi doesn’t answer right away, he continues, “I know that there aren’t a lot of options to choose from, so this shouldn’t be too hard.”

Tadashi speaks, stammers through his words because no matter what answer he comes up with, it won’t be a confident one, “Um, I- Doggy style.”

“Yeah?” he asks as if he didn’t know all along what his answer would be. “On all fours,” he orders. “Face Tadashi so he can actually see what you look like when you’re getting wrecked, okay?”

You turn over, positioned on the bed on your hands and knees with a direct line of sight on Tadashi who is staring at you in awe. No matter how humiliating this is for you, it’s nothing compared to what Tadashi is sure to be feeling right now, but it seems like he’s soaking in it. You feel Kei move behind you, hear him spit onto his cock and then line himself up, pressing forward between your lips.

Kei roots both of his hands onto your shoulders and you close your eyes in anticipation. He pulls you back onto his cock, thrusting his hips to meet you halfway. He uses the grip on your shoulders to control his movements so precisely, to dictate how much of his cock he’s giving you, no matter how much you’re begging.

“You want more, sweetheart?” He lets the name drip off of his tongue like venom-laced honey. You’re not sure if he sees the shock that washes over Tadashi’s face or if it even matters to Kei, the exact reaction that it pulls from your observer. All you know is that you get to see it in full view. You watch the astonishment settle in first and then the disbelief, all followed by betraying arousal. The tent in his pants twitches, a small dark circle forming at the very top and you can’t take your eyes off of it. 

Kei’s thrusts are getting rougher, the sound of his hips against your ass matching the volume of your moans and drowning out the tiny whimpers that are coming from Tadashi. Kei’s name comes out of your mouth, breathy and sandwiched between moans that he’s coercing out of you, but that won’t do. 

The sound of his palm flat against your ass fills your ears before the sting sets in or the warmth starts to spread. “It’s okay. Say my name nice and loud while you’re getting fucked from behind,” Kei coaxes, the back of his hand making contact with your already red cheek, “It’s not like he hasn’t heard you say it before.”

Tadashi groans, embarrassed and trying to hold back how turned on he is by the whole situation. You close your eyes. You can’t bring yourself to look Tadashi in the face right now, can’t muster the courage as you listen to Kei. His name leaves your mouth much clearer now, actually audible this time. “Because who’s the only one that can make you feel good?” he asks, fucking into your g-spot with such purpose. 

“You, Kei, fuck, you’re the only one that can make me feel good, Kei,” you moan, “You’re the one that’s making me feel so good. ‘m close already, Kei, fuck, all because of you.”

“Already close?” Kei asks, snickering as he does. “You’re about to come for the third time, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

You nod because all he has to do is say the word and you’ll come around him again. You want it so badly, for him to let you come again. You’re waiting for it, breathing softer so that you don’t miss the words, but they don’t come, not in the way you want them to, at least. “Why don’t you ask Tadashi if you can come? He’ll tell you when to come.”

Your first thought is to ask why, but you know that’s not your place. You open your mouth to obey, to ask Tadashi if you can come, but Tadashi is the one questioning, “Wh- What?”

Kei answers so matter-of-factly that you’re sure his intention is to make him feel stupid for even thinking it. “Well, you’ll never make her come so you might as well have the privilege of telling her to come and then watching her actually come.”

Tadashi doesn’t look any less confused than he was when Kei first said it, but he listens nonetheless. He doesn’t wait long, the falter probably coming from him trying to find the right words rather than to control your orgasm. “I- Yo- You can c-,” Tadashi stutters through. It feels awkward coming out of his mouth, any sort of power. You can tell how much he hates having this sort of control, how uncomfortable he feels telling you what to do. 

But you’re still close. Kei’s still hammering in and out of you relentlessly. You’re about to let go, reveling in the feeling of Kei slamming into you while waiting for Tadashi to finish his sentence just as you would let Kei finish his when Kei pulls out of you in one quick motion. 

“No,” is the first word to leave your mouth followed by the same word over and over again, “no, no, no, no.” You were so close, completely on the edge, only needing permission to actually come and it was ripped away from you so easily. You feel so empty, clenching around nothing now as your high leaves you so quickly. 

Kei laughs from behind you and you’re not sure who exactly he’s laughing at, you begging so desperately for him to let you come, to slide back into you so that you can just feel him inside of you, or Tadashi who is sitting there, so fucking hard, like his life has been changed in that single instant. Control was dangled in front of his face and it was gone instantaneously, or maybe, it was never there in the first place. 

“You’re nothing,” Kei laughs, “You have no power over her. Only I do.”

Actual tears are forming in your eyes. You arch your back, trying to get his attention. You just want his attention. “Kei, please, please, no, please make me come, Kei, please,” you beg. He lets out another breathy laugh, clicking his tongue at how pathetic both of you are. 

It all happens in the same moment. He grips onto your hips, digging his fingers in so harshly that you can feel the crescent moon indents that he’s making. He pulls you backward, violently, but controlled. And he commands, so spitefully that doing anything else would have felt like you were personally wronging him.  

“Come for me.”

He doesn’t fuck you through your orgasm, but you don’t need him to. Just the feeling of him filling you to the brim with his fat cock is exactly what you need. Waves of pleasure ripple through you and you can feel it in every inch of your body, but somehow, that’s not the most important thing that just happened.

You’re about to close your eyes, to just relish in how good Kei can make you feel from doing so little, how grateful you are for him, but then you see it. You see Tadashi’s face scrunch into ecstasy, the dark stain on his pants growing as the tent throbs and twitches, untouched. The strangled noises that are coming from his throat demand to be listened to and you can’t take your eyes off of him as he comes, unabashed only as he rides his high. His hips are thrusting upwards into absolutely nothing and you’re positive that you have never seen him look this wrecked while he’s come ever. 

The second that he stops grunting, the moment that his cock stops twitching against the fabric of his pants, he places a hand over his mouth. He breathes heavily against his palm and the distress sets in. His cock is still hard even after he came, untouched and unintentionally in his pants to a command that was meant for you. Kei notices right away, pushes past the surprise that even he’s experiencing to taunt Tadashi in this perfect state he’s in right now. 

“You just fucking came and you’re still hard seeing me buried deep inside your ex?” Kei asks. Previously,  Kei let Tadashi’s captivated eyes answer the questions. He didn’t need words, not when he knew exactly what Tadashi was thinking and what he was trying to say without even really saying it, but this time, he wanted to hear him. “Answer me.” The strictness in his voice makes you tighten around him on instinct. 

“Yes,” Tadashi answers, his voice fragile as he continues because he knows it’s not enough to satisfy Kei, “Yes, Kei, I’m still hard.”

“So you are capable of lasting more than one round? (y/n) said that you couldn’t,” Kei smirks, knowing fully well that he has an entire arsenal of things, just like this one, that you told him in confidence, that you thought would never get back to Tadashi. “Well, you might as well come on purpose this time.”

Tadashi’s voice is as shaky as he is as it leaves him, “C- can I?” 

“Can you what?” Kei questions, tilting his head to the side. He knows exactly what Tadashi wants, but he wants him to work for it. 

A flush falls over Tadashi’s soft features, intensifying until you can see it in the tips of his ears. “Can I touch myself while you fuck her?” It’s the clearest thing he’s said all night. It’s quiet, but each word is crisp so that Kei can’t miss a single one. 

“Are you going to listen as well as (y/n) does?” he asks. 

“Yes, Kei,” Tadashi answers, quickly and assured. 

“You better make yourself last for once. I saw how quickly you came without even touching yourself. Make sure you don’t come as quickly as you usually do, understand?” Kei asks, pulling out of you, slowly so that you can feel his entire length as it leaves you.

“Yes, Kei,” Tadashi repeats himself, his voice wavering as the realization hits him, how much Kei knows about his sex life. He fumbles with the waistband of his pants, pulling them down as quickly as he can manage. 

Tadashi isn’t small. You know that. You’ve told Kei that. And yet, compared to how much bigger Kei is than him, how much girthier and how much longer his cock is, you can’t help but notice a difference, to feel like Tadashi should be insecure with his size. Kei scoffs as he watches Tadashi wrap his fist around his cock. “I guess (y/n) wasn’t lying when she said I’m able to hit all the spots you never could. Might be difficult for you to.”

Precome drips from Tadashi’s head, his cock twitches at the mention of his inadequacies, and he’s nodding right along to Kei’s humiliation. His strokes are unsure at first, hesitant and slow as he adjusts to the thought of touching himself to you getting fucked by his former best friend. 

There isn’t a single part of your sex life with Tadashi that Kei doesn’t know about, Tadashi realizes now. Every tiny detail and major part of your intimacy has been laid out in front of Kei to nitpick and assess. He knows everything. He didn’t even get to consent to it, to the humiliation that he’s feeling so heavily now, and somehow that just makes it hotter for him. 

He’s in such a submissive headspace now, feels himself slipping with no regard into a place of listening and only doing what he’s told and he doesn’t want to go back. 

“C’mon, baby, you gotta show Tadashi how good you ride me,” Kei says, helping you to your feet before lying on the bed, his hard cock standing straight up for you. “Give him something to jerk his small cock to, yeah?”

You swing your leg over top of him, pressing your knees into the soft mattress as he lines himself up with you. His head is sliding between your lips, slipping so messily against your pussy from how wet he’s made you and how many times you’ve come around him. 

You arch your back, pushing backward until you feel his head enter you and then you don’t stop. You keep pushing backward until you engulf every inch of him with your warm walls. Your chest is resting on his as you slide up and down, your tits rubbing against him as you fuck yourself with his cock. You run your fingers through his hair, pushing stray strands out of his face as you look down at him. For all the talk that he does about how ruined he makes you look, he hasn’t really taken into account how he looks when you have an ounce of control.

“You never rode him like this, have you?” he asks, swallowing thickly as you circle your hips and shake your head, biting down on your bottom lip as you fuck yourself as meticulously as he normally fucks you. 

“No, baby,” you shake your head, a look of faux concern gracing your features as you coo down at him. This is what happens when he gives you an inkling of control. The smirk that’s normally on his lips finds its place on yours and the dazed look on your face finds its place on his and typically he soaked in it, in letting go and giving you the reins if only for a few minutes, but he had a reputation to hold up, one of demands and steadfast power. 

He sits up, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist and the other arm extended behind him, giving him some sort of leverage as he pushes you up as well. You’re fully seated on his cock now, can feel it so deep inside of you that you never want to move. His fingers mold around your ribs, pressing into the bones as he picks his hips up, lifting you with them. 

He leans his forehead against your shoulder biting small nips into your flesh as he raises you up enough to fuck his cock into you. Any amount of control that you had moments ago is gone now as grips onto you tightly, grunting as he moves both of your bodies in time with one another. 

He never pulls far enough out to make you miss the feeling, fucks you by moving only inches, but you’re crumbling so quickly paired with everything else. You can’t move, don’t want to even if you could. He has such a death grip on whatever he can reach of you and you can feel his hot skin in every single place that it’s making contact with your own. You have no idea how he’s managing to fuck you so brutally when he’s so close to you the entire time. The backs of your thighs feel like they’re on fire from how hard he’s thrusting up into you. Your legs are shaking and you don’t even notice how hard you’re breathing until you watch him kiss your chest. 

“Kei, I’m gonna come,” you mutter, swallowing whatever’s in your mouth because your throat feels so dry, “I’m gonna come, Kei, fuck.”

“No,” he scowls, his cock ramming into you harder now, “Don’t. Not yet. Not until I tell you you can.”

“But, Kei, please,” you choke out, “Please.”

“What did I just say?” he asks, impatient and testing and you know that you shouldn’t push it any further, but your core is tightening and your pussy is throbbing around him and you can hear the sounds of Tadashi whimpering as he jerks himself off barely 2 feet away from you and it’s so much.

“Kei, I need- please-”

With the position that he’s in, he can’t reach you with his hands, they’re far too busy. You know that if you were in any other position, his hand would be on your throat or in your hair or against your cheek at the first sound of disobedience, but he can’t. He can’t put his hands on you and also keep destroying you so perfectly, so he sinks his teeth into your neck, rolls the skin between them before migrating down to your collarbone and doing the same thing there. You can feel the imprints of his teeth, the marks that he’s leaving behind with the lingering pain and it’s making it that much harder to hold it. 

“I won’t repeat myself again,” he grunts into your skin. 

“Yes, Kei,” you oblige, closing your eyes as he continues his pace. You try to let your mind wander, to find other things to focus on while you’re getting fucked so good , anything to distract you from how close to the edge you actually are. 

You hold it for much longer than you think you will. You just want to make him proud. You can feel the sweat on his forehead as it slips against your shoulder and you can see the shine of his stomach and feel his grip getting weaker and you’re confident that he can’t possibly make you wait for your reward any longer. Your cunt is clamped around him so tight that you’re not even sure how he’s still able to fuck you so consistently. 

His thrusts slow four times. You count every single one, every slow fuck into you. If you had been with Kei for less time, you’d think he was giving you a break, but you haven’t. You’ve been with Kei for a handful of time now, know him and how he fucks you so well that you’re barely surprised when he starts fucking you even harder. You’re barely phased when he lifts you with his hips so harshly, keeps you in that position with one solid grip, and then rams into you with a force you didn’t think he could muster in this position.  

“‘m sorry, Kei, I-,” you breathe, tears forming as you rest your cheek against his head. “‘m so sorry. I can’t hold it. I can’t. I can’t.”

“Hold it,” he orders, so sternly that disobeying him feels that much more satisfying. Your eyes roll back in your head, your body begins to fall backward, but Kei holds you in place. With the way you’re positioned, how your weight is pushing back on his arm, he can’t pick you up anymore, can’t fuck into you as deeply as he wants to. Instead, he keeps you seated on his cock as he circles his hips, rocks them against you so that you can feel him move inside of you, against your g-spot and it’s absolutely ruining you. 

He lets you fall backward now, flat against the bed between his legs. You’re barely cognitive after how hard you just came, but he pulls you out of it. “I told you not to come,” he says, grabbing your face in his hand and guiding your gaze so forcefully that your neck hurts. His harsh grip fades, but his touch still lingers, soft now, as he scratches gentle lines into your neck. “But you couldn’t help it, could you?” he asks. 

You shake your head, a confirming noise leaving you in response. 

“I just make you feel too fucking good?” he asks, but not really. He’s not really saying it for you. He’s saying it for Tadashi, for him to hear not just once from him, but twice, repeated back how much power Kei has. 

“You just make me feel too fucking good, Kei, I’m sorry,” you apologize, eyes boring up at him as you try to catch your breath.

“See? You can’t make her come even when you try so hard, but she can’t stop herself from coming for me,” Kei says, looking away from you and towards Tadashi on the edge of the bed. He’s nodding along, hanging onto every single word that comes out of Kei’s mouth, wanting to listen to just how much better he is than him. 

“Because you’re pathetic, sitting there, jerking yourself off while I fuck your ex, huh?” Kei taunts, cocking his head. His condescending tone makes Tadashi throb in his own hand as he tugs on his cock desperately, moaning affirmation. 

“Am… Am I doing good, Kei?” he asks, all caution thrown to the wind now as he flat-out requests praise. He wants to hear the same praises that you were being told. He wants Kei to call him a good boy again.

“Are you doing good?” Kei repeats the question, standing up and walking over to him, lowering himself to look directly at his cock. “I don’t know. Show me.”

Kei doesn’t touch Tadashi, isn’t even close enough for Tadashi to feel his breath, or the ghost of potential contact, but Tadashi looks like he’s trying so hard. “Yes, Kei.” His strokes are more methodical now, less haphazard as he pays attention to his grip and his pressure and the way that his thumb swipes over his head. 

Kei’s eyes don’t leave Tadashi’s cock as he directs you, “Come here. Legs off the side of the bed right next to Dashi.”

It takes everything in you, every ounce of strength you still have to move where he wants you to. You’re so close to Tadashi now that you can feel the heat radiating off of him, can hear the sounds his hand is making sliding up and down his cock so well now. 

“You’re doing so good, Dashi,” Kei finally says, his fingertips hovering over Tadashi’s thighs, but not touching. “Such a good boy for me.”

Tadashi’s strong strokes falter, stutters so noticeably that the words that come next are no surprise. “Can- can I come, Tsukki?” he asks, the nickname slipping from his lips unapologetically as you both watch him stroke himself faster.

Kei could have edged him for hours, would have loved every second of it, but you’re not sure if Tadashi could’ve handled him like you could, not yet at least. “Since you asked so nicely,” Kei smirks, “Come for me like a good boy.”

Tadashi nods enthusiastically, thanking him repeatedly as he thrusts up into his hand, his strokes becoming sloppy as his breathing gets heavier. Kei watches him, eyes fixed as Tadashi spills over his hand, coming in thick ropes that shoot up onto his shirt, adding to the mess he’s made on his clothes today. “Thank you, Kei, thank you,” he says coherently as soon as he’s caught his breath. 

Kei stands up, barely moving to get in between your legs. You reach your hand up, letting it fall over his stomach, trying to touch him in whatever way you can. “Are you going to use me to make you come, now?” you ask, innocently enough. 

He doesn’t reply, just slips inside of you so quickly that you can feel him stabbing inside of you. There’s no waiting for you to get adjusted or giving you a moment to take in the fullness, he’s just fucking into you relentlessly now. “Are you going to make me come?” he asks, matching your tone with a bit more arrogance.

“Yes, Kei,” you reply, the words being fucked out of you right alongside your breath with every stab inside of you. You squeeze around him, your tight hole massaging his length, coating him with the slickness from how drenched he’s made you. 

“Play with yourself,” he groans, “Wanna see you play with yourself.”

You snake your hand down to your clit, rubbing exaggerated circles into your sensitive nub, whining Kei’s name as you bring your fingers to your lips and suck your taste off of them. 

“I’m going to come so fucking deep inside her and you’re going to eat it all out. Every last drop,” Kei orders Tadashi. Your pussy clenches at the thought, tightening around Kei’s length as his hips stutter at the sudden tightness. 

“Please, please, wanna feel you come so deep, Kei, please,” you beg, grabbing onto his wrist in desperation. You can see his resolve slipping, can feel his cock begin to throb against your walls. You place one hand on his cheek, coiling your fingers against his skin. But it’s not the touch that does it or the way your throat is so raw that your words come out weak, it’s Tadashi that pushes him over the edge. 

“Wanna eat your come, please,” Tadashi says so softly, so sweetly that even Kei couldn’t deny it. 

Obscenities leave his mouth as his chin falls to his chest, pushing himself so deep inside of you that you can follow the pulses of his cock from the base to the tip. Each throb is another stream, another rope of come that fills you fuller and fuller. He doesn’t move, doesn’t fuck it deeper into you and let it coat his length. He stills, his hips pressed into you until he drains himself completely inside of you, not letting anything drip out. 

You don’t want him to leave, don’t want to feel empty, but you know what’s coming next and the thought is making your toes curl. “Dashi, on your knees,” Kei instructs and you hear the thud instantaneously. “Don’t you dare waste a single drop.”

“No, I promise,” Tadashi swears eagerly, more ready than he’s ever been to eat you out.

When Kei pulls out of you, there is only a momentary second that you can count, a beat of cool air against your sloppy pussy before Tadashi’s lips are placed around it, his tongue diving so deep into you that you’re almost convinced that Kei’s never even gotten that deep. 

Your pussy is so sensitive from Kei’s relentless pounding and your own touches to your clit that you feel a familiar heat rise into your stomach. Your hands are shaking as they part Tadashi’s soft hair, grabbing onto it gently so you don’t disturb him. Though, you’re certain that you couldn’t tear him away from between your legs if you tried.

His tongue is delving into your hole, using the tip as a scoop to coax out any bit of cum that is too deep for him to shallowly lap up. He places his lips around your hole and sucks, pulling any drops that he can’t get out with his tongue, suctioning as hard as he can. And when you’re positive that you’re no longer filled with cum, he doesn’t stop. He continues to run his tongue between your lips, pressing the flat of it so mercilessly into you, flicking the tip against your clit so perfectly that it almost feels intentional.

It’s not, God, it’s not. The amount of times that you tried endlessly to help him understand, to show him what you needed never proved to be successful, but in this moment in time, it’s perfect. Everything about this second, this experience is perfect and it doesn’t matter how convenient of an accident it is. 

“Kei, Kei, I’m-” You’re staring up at Kei, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, swallowing harshly, “He’s- he’s gonna make me come.”

You’re not even sure that Tadashi heard you, so focused on getting any last morsel of the cum out of you, any remnant that Kei left behind, so sensitive, so much. 

“Fuck, that’s so good, Dashi,” you reposition your hands in his hair, not guiding, just to ground yourself. “That’s so good, don’t stop.”

Kei calls down, tells Tadashi to play with your tits as he goes, tells him that it’ll drive you crazy and he does. It does. It’s not as meticulous as when Kei does it, because of course, it’s not. His fingers aren’t as long as Kei’s and they don’t move as rhythmically as Kei’s, but his tongue is diving into you with an intent he’s never had before and you’re so sensitive and it’s so much and-

You’re coming, hard, right against Tadashi’s tongue, rolling your hips, not because he’s doing anything wrong or because you need something more, but because you can’t help yourself. Your body is reacting on its own, grinding onto Tadashi’s face, fingers so tight in his locks that he’s whimpering against you, but he doesn’t stop. 

Tadashi couldn’t do this on his own. You know that more than anyone. You’re not even sure that he was trying to make you come. You’re sensitive from Kei, on edge from him filling you so full without letting you come, and Tadashi pushed you exactly where you needed to be with the head start he was given.

“Fuck, you’re such a good boy,” you moan when you can finally see straight. He hasn’t stopped, no one’s told him to, and Kei doesn’t look like he intends to, but you’re so sensitive that it almost hurts and you want to see his face, so you rest your hand on his shoulder. “Dashi, you can stop, you did so good.”

“Can- Can I come again?” he asks, looking up at Kei, his face still hovering over your pussy. 

“Are you hard again, Dashi?” Kei asks, overwhelming shock showing on his face, whether it’s intentional or not. 

Tadashi shakes his head, “No, but I- I have to come. I want to come so badly.”

“Then come, Dashi, you’ve earned it. You finally made her come for once. You’re not completely useless after all,” Kei says, watching the bliss take over Tadashi’s face as he speaks, “Come for us again. Show us that you can listen and be a good boy for us and maybe we’ll fuck you again.”

It looks almost painful, the way his eyes squeeze so tightly and his mouth opens so wide as the most strangled noise comes out of it. He rocks against his own hand, his heavy breaths against your sensitive pussy feeling so warm. He just wants you to be proud of him, for both of you to be. 

“So good, Dashi, that’s a good boy,” you praise.

When his eyes flutter open again, when he regains whatever amount of coherence that he can, he thanks you. Neither of you has even touched him tonight and, still, he looks so grateful. You can only imagine how wrecked he’ll look when you actually get your hands on him. The thought stops you in your tracks. You look over at Kei and how he’s looking down at Tadashi in awe and you wonder if he meant it, what he said about fucking him again. 

“Here, let’s get you into bed,” you say, sitting up. It feels weird being on this side of it and not completely in Tadashi’s position, being tucked into bed after being wrecked so hard. He doesn’t refuse. He lets you and Kei help him to his feet and get him into bed. You know how taxing it is to be in that position for the first time, for sex to finally be good for you, even if he barely participated in the actual act itself. 

“I’m still mad at you, y’know,” Tadashi mumbles as you pull the blanket up over his chin. “I have the right to be mad at you, both of you.”

“Dashi,” you say as you exhale, but he cuts you off. 

“I’m not finished,” he says, “I’m still mad at you because it was a really shitty thing to do to me.” He pauses, not trailing off, but letting you both really hear the words, “But I think I understand now in some weird way, not just how our sex was not good at all, but how important it is.”

“I’m sorry, Tadashi, honestly, I am. I should have told you. I should have talked to you about everything and I didn’t and I’m sorry,” you say, letting the apology that’s been in your brain for weeks finally come out. 

“I know,” he says, yawning now as everything catches up to him. “I know and it’s not okay, but it’s getting there.” 

You go to reply, open your mouth to respond, but Kei stops you, shaking his head as he gestures to the way that Tadashi’s breathing is even now and his eyelids are no longer fluttering. Then, he gestures to the door, picking up your clothes from the floor and handing them back to you before putting on his own. 

There are boxes scattered on the floors, an ample amount of things that are not packed up that should be. Honestly, this room is far more of a mess now than it was when you got here, but at least he’ll feel okay pushing your things to the side now. 

You shut the front door, locking it behind you with your key. Kei waits for you patiently, his hand extended out for when you’re ready to grab it. You intertwine your fingers with his. 

“Not necessarily how I thought moving your things would go, but I’m not mad about it,” Kei says, breaking the silence. 

“Of course you weren’t, you had two people to control. What a dream come true for you and your superiority complex,” you joke, though it’s not really a joke. He knows that. He doesn’t mind. 

You walk hand-in-hand, forgoing the car that’s parked in Tadashi’s driveway and making the quick commute back to Kei’s on foot. The fresh air is nice and you’re almost positive that if you were to sit down, even just in the front seat of a car, you wouldn’t be able to get up. 

“I can’t believe it,” you say, “how has fucking you both ruined and begun to repair my relationship with Tadashi?”

“I’m just that good,” Kei scoffs, shrugging as if it were obvious. You push your shoulder into him, letting him lose his balance and regain it all by himself. You squint your eyes at him. He laughs before correcting himself, “I think he just didn’t know that sex could be that good, just like you didn’t.”

You’re about to take his answer as it is, let it slide and continue on with your conversation. It makes sense to you, especially having grown in the same way Tadashi had, albeit more so, but this was his first time.  His response is enough to make you feel content, but he continues, for himself or for you or for Tadashi, you’re not sure. “Tadashi’s never been good at being honest with himself, at knowing what he wants, let alone voicing those wants to other people when he finally figures them out, and that’s fine bu...” Kei pauses, letting you hang onto every word of his observant explanation, “that just means without someone there to help… without us there to help,” he corrects himself, “sex is going to be really shitty.”

You hum. You thought that you were happy with the answer before, but this one sits with you so much better, and yet, even with his mention of you both helping him, your question still comes out not nearly as confident as you need it to be. “Were you serious about fucking him again or did you just say that to make him come?” you ask into the brisk air. 

“I was serious,” he answers quickly, “Have I ever said anything to you just to make you come?”

You shake your head in response, swinging your arms together as you come to conclusions, make connections in the silence between the two of you. “So, do you think we could do it again?” you ask, “But a little different next time.”

“Different how?” Kei questions, and you tell him. Maybe you’re a bit too excited, but as soon as you start talking, the ideas keep coming. They don’t stop, not as you step inside of your house or as you step into your bedroom or as you flop onto the bed or as you get under the covers. 

“Is that really what you want?” Kei asks when you’ve finally finished talking. 

You nod, not saying a word because you’ve talked a lot as it is and your throat is still sore. 

“Then, yes, I think he’d love that,” Kei agrees, pulling you deeper into him and mumbling a final thought into your hair, “And I would too.”

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𝙋𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍 𝘿𝙐𝙊 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝘿𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙊𝙉𝙎

𝘠𝘼𝘔𝘼𝘎𝙐𝘊𝙃𝘐

such a pretty baby. has a pretty dick too. tip is pink with a slight magenta at the tip.

not to girthy, but long. around 7.6 inches with a few blue and green veins running up his dick.

SUB OR SWITCH. he likes to be dommed like a lot. sometimes he likes to take control but her loves when you suck his cock or ride him while you praise and degrade him.

100 % has a thigh, ass, and tit kink. when your fucking him or hes fucking you, he hand will go straight to one of these places. so hot.

praise and thigh riding kink. mmmmm.

𝙏𝘚𝙐𝘒𝙄𝘚𝙃𝘐𝙈𝘈

𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘢𝘮𝘢, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘮𝘨. 𝘐𝘛𝘚 𝘈 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘾𝙊𝘾𝙆. ALMOST 8 INCHES OF DICK. WHO GAVE U THAT PERMISSION TO HAVE THAT MUCH DICK?

dom. you can try and dom him but trust me. it won't end well.

very rough when he fucks you. fucks you hard, you can barely walk after. legs be feeling like jelly.

very vocal, he grunts, moans, whimpers. he loves the way you feel.

degrades you when your riding him.

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Ours. - Chapter 2!

A/N: Gosh, I wasn't expecting this to have such an overwhelming response! Thank you all for your reblogs and likes, it really means the whole world!!

Warnings: hair pulling, sloppy blowjobs, sub!yamaguchi, dom!tsukishima, degradation (slut, whore), fingering, use of pet names (angel, good girl) not really a warning but the boys are referred to by their first names MDNI 18+

You looked at yourself in the mirror, flattening the skirt of the forest green dress that you were wearing. Your hair was slightly curled, falling in little ringlets along your forehead. It was weird, getting dressed up like this, but you were told that you were going to a fancy restaurant, so you needed to look the part.

When you first moved in with Kei and Tadashi, you saw the two of them as your best friends. Tadashi more so because he would always let you come into his room and tell him about anything that was on your mind. He knew more about you than anyone else, including when you lost your virginity at that high school party. Kei also knew things about you now that you were close, and sometimes took the liberty of teasing you about things. A soft knock on the door brings you back to reality.

"Come in." You say, adjusting the neckline on your dress.

Tadashi walks in, a soft smile on his face. He wears a nice pair of khakis, a navy blue button down, and his favorite dress shoes. He looks absolutely adorable and you can't help but return his smile.

"You look stunning." He says. "I knew that dress was going to look amazing on you."

"Thank you Dashi." You reply, looking down at the skirt. "It has pockets!"

You giggle as you spin, hands in the soft pockets of the velvet dress. Tadashi chuckles, shaking his head softly. "Are you excited?"

You look up at him, taking your bottom lip between your teeth.

"I'm nervous." You admit. "I don't know why."

"Well, I was terrified on my first date with Tsukki." Tadashi says, sitting on the edge of your bed. "It's totally fine to be nervous. Is there anything I can do to ease your nerves?"

You smile, running your hand through Tadashi's hair. He leans into your touch, something that he does whenever you play with his hair.

"I don't think so," You say softly. "I just feel like I need to make a good impression for some reason."

Tadashi giggles and looks up at you. "You already made an impression, angel." He says. "That's why we want to do this. You're so beautiful and amazing and we want to make you ours."

You feel your cheeks flush as you look down at him, his cheeks also sharing a similar crimson.

"C'mon you two!" Kei calls from downstairs. "I made a reservation, so we need to leave in the next 10 minutes."

Tadashi stands up, giving you a grin before kissing your cheek. "I promise it's gonna be okay." He says. "You look beautiful. And don't mess with your hair, I promise it looks perfect."

**

At the restaurant, you sit next to Tadashi in a booth while Kei sits across in a chair. Like Tadashi said, it's super fancy. There are so many people in dresses and suits. Each table has a chandelier illuminating it and a bouquet of roses sitting in the center of the mahogany wood.

"Wow, this place is gorgeous." You breathe, looking around at the surrounding decorations. "How did you get a reservation so quickly?"

"I know a guy." Kei shrugs a shoulder. "I wanted a place that was almost as gorgeous as you."

The flush on your cheeks seems permanent as the two boys dote on you the entire evening. Tadashi peppers kisses along your face and neck, making you giggle, while Kei places his hand on your knee under the table.

It's dizzying in a way. You'd fallen for the boys sometime last year, when you were sick with a stomach bug. Both boys had taken the day off work to care for you. It was so out of character for Kei, even when he wore a mask and would tsk at you whenever you did something that he thought was 'too strenuous'. He showed you that there's a secret, loving side of him underneath that harsh exterior. It first presented itself when he took your temperature and it was a pretty decent fever. You'd never felt so cared for.

A soft nibble on your earlobe sends you crashing back down to earth again. You gasp and shiver, making Tadashi chuckle.

"Stop daydreaming, Y/N." Kei teases with a grin. "We're talking to you."

"S-Sorry."

"As I was saying, the relationship that Tadashi and I have isn't exactly traditional, obviously." Kei starts, taking a sip of his water. "Have you ever heard of a dom and sub dynamic?"

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. "Yeah, I know what that is."

"That's what we are." Tadashi says with a smile. "Tsukki takes such good care of me."

You give Tadashi a smile, remembering how he would sit in your room for hours, gushing over Kei and everything that they did. Even if it was 3 am and he woke you up.

"If it's okay with you, we'd like to add you into the equation." Kei says, hunger in his eyes.

"How would that work?" You ask. "I've never...done this before."

"You'd basically be dating both of us, and we'd be dating each other as well." Kei explains. "A polyamorous relationship. Everything is equal, we would all love each other the same."

You nod slowly, taking in the information. You weren't expecting Kei to completely dumb it down for you like that. It did seem interesting though. Having two opposites. Kei's dominant and straight forward nature mixed with Tadashi's submissive and timid nature seemed to appeal to you like nothing else ever had.

"We'll go slow, I promise." Tadashi said.

You nod as Kei fiddles with his tie, something that you observed when he's nervous. His eyes were still filled with lust and hunger, but his hands shook. It was clear that he didn't want to mess this up.

"I'd like to try it." You say. "I know you boys will take care of me."

**

Back at home, you quickly get out of your dress to shower. As beautiful as a velvet dress looked on you, it was a bitch once you got sweaty in it. Who even thought about putting long sleeves on a dress anyway?

You're showered and in comfy clothes in about a half hour, which is pretty incredible since you usually took such long showers that the hot water would run out. You sit on the couch, curled up with your book. As much as you enjoyed the two boys, they really interrupted you right when the book got good.

You're engrossed in the chapter you're reading when Kei comes downstairs. His heart pangs in his chest as he sees you wearing one of his shirts. It hangs off your shoulder in a way that makes him nearly drool. He needs to mark your skin, needs to hear the sounds you make. So, as you finally get to the good part of the book yet again, you feel his lips on your neck.

You let out a gasp, shivering at the contact.

"K-Kei, I was just getting to the good part." You whine, a moan leaving your lips as he bites down.

"I still can't believe you read for fun, you nerd." Kei mumbles against your skin before licking the now bruised area.

Tadashi walks in, instantly pouting. "I wanna play with her too!" He whines.

With a nod, Tadashi is now kneeling as your legs are spread.

"Pants off." Kei orders in your ear. "Panties too."

You do as you're told, slipping out of your pajama bottoms and favorite panties. Tadashi licks his lips, hand already palming himself through his pants.

"Can I please taste her?" He asks, large amber eyes looking up at Kei.

"It's up to Y/N," Kei says, smiling at you. "What do you say, pretty girl? Want our boy to make you feel good?"

You nod, nearly panting already.

"Words, whore."

"Y-Yes please." You whine.

In an instant, Tadashi's lips are on your cunt. His tongue flicks up your folds and circles your clit. You barely have time to gasp before a moan tumbles out of your mouth. Tadashi hums as he tastes your juices, tongue prodding your hole.

"That's a good boy," Kei praises, tugging on Tadashi's hair. "Make our girl feel good with that slutty mouth of yours."

Tadashi moans against your pussy, sending electricity through you. Your hands find their way to his hair and tug him closer. You're nearly humping his face already.

Tadashi pulls away for a second, your slick covering his mouth and chin. "Can I finger you, angel?" He asks, swallowing thickly.

You whine at the loss of contact, nodding your head. You arch your back as Tadashi goes back to eating you out, gently nipping on the skin of your inner thighs as one finger rubs against your hole. Slowly, he inserts a finger, immediately finding your g-spot. He presses it with a harsh suck to your clit and you cry out.

"That's it, slut." Kei growls, palming himself roughly. "Cum all over his fucking face."

Your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth is open in a silent scream as you begin to unravel. A high pitched moan leaves your lips as your thighs press against Tadashi's head. Your heels dig into his back as you cum on his face, juices dripping down his finger. He laps at your cunt as you finish cumming, hair sticking to his forehead.

"Such a good boy Tadashi." Kei praises. "Isn't he good, angel?"

"S'good Dashi." You manage, swallowing. "S'good for me."

Kei runs a hand through your slightly sweaty hair. He presses a kiss to your temple, smiling against your skin.

"How do you feel?" Kei asks.

"Good." You breathe. "So, so good."

Kei nods, cupping your chin so you look at him before crashing his lips to yours. The kiss is everything you imagined it would be. Rough, possessive, dominant.

"Do you want to continue?" He asks.

"Yes please."

Soon, it's your turn to kneel, as Kei tugs his pajama pants down. His cock springs out, precum nearly dripping from his swollen tip. Kei sits down, legs spread slightly.

"Let's see how good you are at oral." He says, running a hand through your hair. "Suck my cock, angel."

You look at his cock. Despite his slightly thin appearance, Kei's very thick. The tip is pink and swollen, precum finally making its way down his shaft. You wrap your fingers around the base, watching as Kei's hips twitch slightly. With your other hand, you swipe your thumb over his slit, causing him to hiss. Using the precum as lube, you pump his cock.

"I said," Kei groans. "Suck my cock, slut."

You lick a stripe up from his balls to the tip before sucking the head into your mouth. Kei watches, eyes glazed over as you gently suck the head of his cock. He's in awe of how quickly you've made his balls tighten just from a little lick.

"Go ahead, take more of me." Kei orders.

You ease more of his cock into your mouth, breathing through your nose as you relax your throat. Tadashi watches from the couch, his own cock being pumped like his life depended on it. Kei thrusts, making you lurch and gag on his cock, spit falling down your chin.

The noises Kei makes are primal as he fucks your throat. Your eyes water as you drool. Looking down at you, remnants of mascara dripping down your tear stained cheeks, how you're holding onto his thighs as he fucks your throat, Kei's starting to fall in love.

"G-G'na cum down your throat, whore." Kei grunts, his thrusts growing sloppier. "Don't swallow."

You feel Kei's warm cum paint your throat before he pulls out, cum spurting on your lips and chin. He wipes his cock along your face, spreading the bubbly cum all around.

"That's my girl." He says with a smirk. "Covered in my cum. Come add to it Tadashi."

With a whine, Tadashi cums on your lips as well, one rope landing on your forehead. Soon, you're completely covered in cum, and you honestly feel hotter than you ever have.

You look up at the two boys, who are looking back down at you with such adoration it almost makes you cry.

"Such a good girl for us." Tadashi says, smiling at you.

"So beautiful." Kei adds, running a hand through your hair.

**

After showering a second time, you meet the boys in Kei's room for aftercare. You're almost instantly snuggled between the two, Kei's arms wrapping around your waist as Tadashi nuzzles up to your chest. You're so warm and fuzzy that the throat pain is almost worth it.

You adjust yourself so you're looking at both of them.

"I made up my mind." You say.

The boys both turn to you.

"About what?" Tadashi asks before gasping. "Wait, really???"

You just giggle, running. a hand through his hair with a nod.

"I'll be your girlfriend." You say.

Tadashi squeals, hugging you tight. Kei sighs with relief, nuzzling his face in your hair. That evening, you fall asleep in the safety of their arms, and you don't even mind the feeling of Kei's semi-hard cock on the small of your back.

You're safe. Protected. Theirs.

Taglist (aka my new best friends): @awkwardaardvarkforever @driftwoodsun shookykookie30 ti-mame bollzinurmouth

This has not been proofread, so I hope it's good! As always, thank you so so much for all the love on my stuff. It seriously makes me smile whenever I see new tags or a reply. Love yall!

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[forusomimiya]

⛓️ Who HQ guys likes to be humiliated vs. likes to humiliate ⛓️

They are in control, and you could beg them for more that they would always do the same; torture you slowly and pleasurably. They absolutely know what to say or do to get on your nerves, and of course they would take advantage of that. They would push you to the limit very well, and knowing how far you can go, you would let yourself go for one reason only:

‘Cause you can't resist so easily to the dirty treatment they give you in bed.

"Aww, too hard? Too bad... you'll have to deal with it some more."

You've never found any satisfaction in being degraded before, but they make you feel like shit and, fuck, nobody knows how good it feels to be a fucking throwaway object to them. Knowing how to humiliate you is one of their greatest virtues.

"Hah, that's it... proving yourself to be nothing more than another cock-hungry whore. You want more? Is that what you want? So keep begging... keep begging until you get me sorry enough to feed you, cutie."

SUNA, DAISHOU, SAKUSA, BOKUTO, KUROO, TENDOU, MATTSUN, DAICHI, TERUSHIMA

Well, what can you say about boys with a slight praise kink. Bipolar when it comes to control in bed. Sometimes they're kings, sometimes... just slaves. They love, they fucking love how you use them, giving themselves to you body and soul, letting you play with their bodies in the most impure way possible. The one they desire.

“Come on boy, I know you can take more, yeah?”

“ ‘s too much please… gonna cum soon a- ah… again” You keep using his aching cock as an object of pleasure without even thinking about how exhausted he is. As long as it stays hard, you'll keep fucking yourself with it.

“Ah, ah, ah, not yet boy. Wanna fuck ya more, so shut your pretty mouth and fill me up one more time”

SEMI, ATSUMU, OSAMU, OIKAWA, YAMAGUCHI, TOBIO, HANAMAKI, HAKUBA GAO, KITA

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[perzawa]

NAVIGATION

HAIKYUU! MASTERLIST

HEADCANONS AND DRABBLES

taking your virginity - kuroo, bokuto, kageyama, terushima, sugawara, yamaguchi, tanaka

size kink - bokuto, kuroo, ushijima

eating you out - asahi

KOUTAROU BOKUTO

splash! - boyfriend bokuto x fem!reader

words: 2.0k

bondage, wax play, dirty talk, no protection, crying during sex

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[sir-kuroo]

𝖙𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝖍𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

PICK A PIC FROM ABOVE 1 → 2 → 3 〔N!SFW〕

Let's discover how your HAIKYUU hubby will seduce you and get you hot and burnin' 🥵❤️‍🔥 Belated happy heart’s day, my loves 🫶!

1.Close your eyes and think of your HAIKYUU s/o and focus on the pictures above. 2. Select which one your eyes guide you into. You may choose a different heart per character. 3. Go under the cut to find your scenario!

Fan girl with me! I’d love to know which pile you picked and who is your hq s/o!

♡ This shall not be reproduced, reposted, modified, translated in any form or by any means.

PILE #ONE 01:00 ━━━━⬤─────── 03:00

Your hq s/o might start with caressing your thigh or by massaging your back. His languid movements paired with his nose so close at the bare skin of your neck were enough to put you in a hazy trance. His hand will travel further to unhook your bra or slide his fingers inside your panties.

As you gasp, he'll cup your chin...his thumb running over your lower-lip wetting his digit by massaging your thumb. He'll take a chocolate, grape or even wine in his mouth. He'll gently open your lips and next thing you knew, he's already feeding you and you're already drinking him in. He'd taste so sweet and intoxicating. His tongue exploring the inside your mouth as you helplessly rocked against his thick fingers inside your pussy.

He'll move his fingers deeper inside, finally reaching your g-spot. He'll rub that sweet spot, moving his wrist until you moan against his mouth, your hand clutching against his shirt in and his hand was drenched with your juices.

Seeing you so messed up just encouraged him further. He'll part from you, finally getting on his knees in between your legs. He licked his lis and brushed a hand through his hair before he digs, flat-faced into your pussy, pumping your clitoris by sucking on it on and off switching with his index finger rubbing the knob in circles.

You squirmed over him. Your face will tell him that you want mooore. A bright idea came to his filthy brain as he fetched the cute little vibrator he gifted you for valentine's. He turned it on and run it across the lips of your pussy with just a light touch. He watched as you twitched while he told you how fucking beautiful you are looking so needy and crazy. You'll be begging him, calling for his name. He's been waiting for it...the moment your tone would sound like you wanted to be fucked hard by nothing but his cock.

The moment slammed right into you so deep and hard, you came so heavy around him. He wouldn't pause, but he'd hover to engulf you in a messy kiss as he'd continue to pound you over and over.

▎SFW version for those who haven't read it yet 💗💗💗

PILE #TWO 02:00 ━━━━━━━━⬤─── 03:00

Your hq s/o will seduce you with something he prepared and planned for. After your date, you'll be surprised to see a romantic candle light set-up in your bedroom after you finished your bath. He'll invite you to bed, asking you to sit. He'll sit behind you and slowly slide down your robe. He'll get your favorite aromatherapy oil and pour it over your bare body. The liquid hitting your skin and your hardening nipples made you shiver. Sensually, he'll massage your back—his hand occasionally and ever so lightly touching your breasts. His fingertips grazing your nipples from time to time until your head fell back against him.

He'll lay you both down to bed as he headed south, capturing your pussy with his mouth. His tongue massaging your labia until he thrusts it in between your folds. His finger dialing your clit as your grab on his hair, writhing beneath him. Seeing you're finally sopping, hovered you and held you in his arms, giving you a slow and passionate kiss. You can feel the tip of his penis kissing the lips of your pussy as you devour each other. He'll pull away to slap his hard cock against your entrance. Your hips involuntarily moved in pure desire to have him inside you.

He'll slide right in and lovingly fuck you while he catch your lips in another deep messy kiss. Your arms wrapped around him as he thrusted deeper and deeper than he can. He placed his hand under your thighs pushing them over both side of your body. With his strength, he managed to almost get your ankles on your neck level. He rammed so hard and deep inside you. The sound of your skins slapping echoes in your room. In no time, you're screaming his name. He'll let your legs down, giving a sweet kiss on your temple afterwards. He laid beside you, gazing at you in the most tender way. He'll spoon you before you close to his arms, but as you thought it is over. You know he didn't cum and his hard cock still pokes your back. You felt him slide in between your legs, finally pushing himself in back to your anticipating pussy. Just like that, as you lay sidewards, he thrusted slowly in and out of you, rocking and fucking you to sleep.

▎SFW version for those who haven't read it yet 💗💗💗

PILE #THREE 03:00 ━━━━━━━━━━━━⬤ 03:00

This one is like a combination of the first two batches. Your hq s/o might get a little playful. You know there's something hot happening that night. He'll ask you to relax and lay down on your back. The next think you knew, he's placing a blindfold over your eyes.

Your heart beat fast in excitement and thrill. You bit your lip down as you felt something cold over your nipples, making them stiff. You felt the same coldness over your stomach and running down over your labia. You gasped as you felt his mouth, licking and sucking the inside of your pussy while toying the ice cube he stuck in between your folds with his tongue. The coldness and his teasing make your arch your back in shivers. Your hands gripping your sheets. His cold tongue found your clit, giving it gentle flicks until he builds up the intensity finally fucking your hole with his tongue. He tastes you real good as your arousal creamed around his mouth.

Seeing that you're about to cum any moment now, he pulls back and places open kisses over your stomach, up to your breasts, messily sucking each of your tits with his mouth full. He reaches over your neck, intentionally living his marks. He has your chin in between his teeth, giving it a big munch until he reaches your lips for a wet and sloppy kiss.

He removes your blindfold and you are welcomed with sight of him stroking himself. His head falling back as he calls on your name. This is how bad you got me, love. You felt your throat dried up as you the want to have him in your mouth builds up. You want this? You nodded your head and he asked you to sit down on him. Slowly, he opened the lips of your pussy with his fingers and guided them down his long and erect cock. You let a soft moan as soon as you got yourself in his lap. His cock hitting the deepest part of you. He has his hand squeezing your ass as your ride him to your heart's content. He's crazy so lost over you asking you to use him however your want. His cock is all yours so take it in! Take it all in. His encouragements made you jump on him even harder and harder as he lasciviously spanks your ass every time you go more vigorous. You screamed your way as you came around him. Just as you are trembling, he laid you down on your back, not withdrawing his cock inside your pussy. This time he fucks you hard with so much love, his tip hitting your womb deep as he moves tenderly just like the first time you ever made love.

▎SFW version for those who haven't read it yet 💗💗💗

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[simpforanyanimeguywithdarkhair]

What are you personal thoughts on the HQ Kusuo boys + Coach Ukai's first time eating out their s/o? And I mean it's their first time doing this at all, not just with their s/o

Ooohh I love the thought of some pussy eating virgins 😌

Includes: Timeskip Karasuno + Coach Ukai and Takeda

Warnings: Pussy eating, saliva, fingering, humping, cum eating, fem reader, praise

Minors for the love of all that’s holy please DO NOT interact , thank you :)

Note: I know you asked for the boys but I also added the girls ;) (I used ‘guys’ as a neutral term)

These guys would be the hesitant, shy ones. They’ll slowly open your legs with reddened cheeks and a flustered expression while they gaze down at your beautifully wet pussy. They’ll slowly look up at you and your nod is all the confirmation they need to bend down and get a closer look at your dripping hole. They stare marvelled at the bare sight of you, unable to comprehend how much they want to taste you and how a mere body part can look so appetising. However while their mind screams at them to devour you, they’re still nervous because all they want to do is make you feel good and they don’t want to fuck that up.

So with shaky hands they’ll grip your legs and bring their mouth closer to where you both want it and tentatively give a kitten lick to your clit. Your surprised moan and twitching body has their head snapping up to look at you, so afraid they fucked up and hurt you. Your velvety smooth voice reassuring them it felt good has their tense body calming down and returning to the task at hand. While they may have been new to this, they were a quick learner and after seeing your reaction to their tongue on your clit they knew that was where to focus. Slightly less hesitant than before, they placed a gentle kiss on your puffy clit before lapping at it with soft strokes that slowly got bolder the longer they heard your whiny moans and voice telling them how good it feels. Your hands snaking themselves into their hair further encourages them to pick up the pace, alternating between using their tongue on your clit to sucking it into their mouth - both of which had you crying out their name.

They take a break from your clit to lap at the juices leaking out of your hole, the taste of you transporting them to a place of total euphoria and has them groaning into you “taste so fucking good baby and its all for me”. The once shy demeanour has now morphed into a self-assured one that would make you think they’ve been eating pussy for years, their movements are confident and every lick and suck is well placed - as if their body is now perfectly in-tune with yours and they know what you need. That seems to be the case as it doesn’t take long for them to make you come on their tongue and greedily lap at your release and refuse to release your thighs until they’re satisfied, “that was so hot baby, can we do that again?”

Daichi, Asahi, Kinoshita, Hinata, Kageyama, Tadashi, Takeda, Yachi

These are the fake confident guys. They’ll act all assertive and pretend they know what they’re doing but on the inside they’re terrified - because just like the other guys they want to make you feel good but are insecure about being bad at it. However one thing they do have that gives them a bit of a leg up is exposure to these acts, they’ve read and watched plenty and are confident they can replicate what they’ve seen or read.

So with bold movements they’ll grip your legs and drag you towards them while throwing a self-assured smirk your way but unbeknown to them you can feel the slight tremble in their hands that they’ve tried to suppress. When their eyes move from yours to your pussy, the brave facade they previously wore crumbles for a few seconds, they sit gaping at the sight of your pretty pussy covered in a sheen of slick and they swallow the saliva gathering in their mouths - no pussy has got them as turned on as yours just did. Full of curiosity and desperateness, they bring their face level to your cunt and spread your sticky lips apart with two fingers, softly blowing on your throbbing clit. The jump of your hips and low whine has them lowly chuckling and there’s no hesitance in sight.

Licking their suddenly dry lips, they waste no time in enveloping you into their mouth, their tongue licking the length of you while paying special attention to your clit, swirling it with their tongue before gently sucking it. They’re full of curiosity and can’t wait to try out everything they’ve read and heard about and with that thought they gather a glob of saliva before letting it dribble down your pussy, making sure they rub the wetness into you. You cry out at the feeling of their warm spit and it’s contrast to the cool air, trying to close your legs in pleasure. They softly tut you while holding your thighs apart as they resume eating you out. Their noses grind against your clit while their tongue experimentally makes its way inside you, curling it upwards as you grip the sheets and hump their face. They’ll playfully pull away and tease you “see I knew I’d make you feel good baby” before inserting a finger and harshly flicking your clit with their tongue- the dual feeling has you spasming around them in no time, chanting their name while you hold them against your clit “you taste better than I could ever imagine”

Sugawara, Ennoshita, Tsukishima, Kiyoko, Coach Ukai

Whiny subby little babies that’ll do anything to make you feel good and don’t trust themselves so they’ll just lie there and let you sit on their face and hump their tongue and nose to get off. They’re fully in heaven when your juices smear across their face and you grip their hair/head to get better leverage.

While you hump his face with your head thrown back, they’re grinding against air as their hard dicks strain to be released. They’ll have their tongue lolled out while you grind your clit against it and then guide him to to insert it into your hole- something that took a bit of time because they’re new to this after all. After their tongue is inside you probing your walls, you slowly lift yourself up and down, fucking yourself on his thankfully long tongue. Every time you bounce back down their nose deliciously hits your clit and has you clenching around his muscle- the foreign feeling has his eyes rolling back and hand making its way to his cock. It doesn’t take long for you to cum, clenching around him one last time as he happily sucks your release into his mouth and licks you clean. Once you move yourself of him, he lies their in a daze with a fucked out smile and wet pants fresh with his release “thank you, thank you baby for letting me make you feel good”

Nishinoya and Tanaka

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[feijyoro]

Study Session

Tsukishima Kei x fem'reader x Yamaguchi Tadashi!

Warning(s)?! : threesome, overstimulation, blindfolding, (almost) forced sex, fingering, oral /fem receiving- tying,slapping,cursing- (slight r!xakiteru)

A/n: ...tired but of course,writing! ~The characters are aged up on this dw~

"Y/n? Y/n!" you heard Tadashi behind you,as you look at your back,he waved at you,and you saw a familiar boy he's with. "This is Tsukki, he's from Karasuno too! Let's go home together!" Wow,he's tall. Your eyes' met and Tadashi giggled. "Let's go,let's go!"

"So y/n,is it okay if we visit his house first?" Tadashi smiled at you before he looked at Tsukki. "I'm just going to tutor him." He said coldly, holding his headphones. "I'm not busy,so sure. What are you going to tutor him then?" He didn't replied,instead,he put his headphones in his ears and continued on walking.

"Rude!" you shouted. "Hey y/n! Let's go? He's always like that!"

When y'all reached Kei's house,he quickly locked the door and asked his Mom and his Brother to not disturb the three of you,since they're gonna have a tutor session. After,you run upstairs and sit on his bed.

You lay on his bed comfortably and you hugged the pillow. "This is comfortable!!" You shouted. "Tsukki!" Kei entered the room and locked the door. "Hey,you're suspicious you know! Why are you locking the doors?" You asked. "It's not like this is something important.." You added. He took off his headphones and got something under his bed. "Y/n? Can you turn around for me?" Kei asked. "Huh?" "Just do it." You turned around confused as you felt him hold your back.

He placed your hands behind you and tied it with rope,the rope is so tight that you feel kind of uncomfortable,but then he blindfolded you. "Hey?! Are you going to kidnap me?"

"Ah Tsukki?! What are you doing?!" "Yamaguchi,come here." "Huh?!" "Come here." You felt someone sit up at the bed and you're hearing their conversation clear.

"Tsukki!! You're hurting her!"

"Pass me my phone."

"Why?!"

"Just pass it!"

Tsukishima Kei: Mom,I'm just gonna tutor them how to do balancing so please ignore the weird noises,these two are shits.

Sent.

"Okay,lay down- What the fuck y/n."

You were crying, obviously heart racing. It's not like you're dramatic,it's just your body's hard to control from the rope and the blindness on the blindfold.

"Tsukki!!" you heard Tadashi called nervously.

Kei lay your body down on the bed, trying to straighten your body. "Calm down dumbass,ain't going to kill you or something."

"Yamaguchi, try to do something."

"Like what?! Are we killing her?!!"

"No?"

Kei held Tadashi's hands as he put them on your chest. You were actually squirming, almost shouting "Let me go!" and crying but then Kei slapped you. "Tsukki!!!!!" It's an actual scream from him. Kei then kneel on the bed and then.. ripppp!

"T-Tsukki?!"

"Here." he points at your skirt. "Pull it up."

"What?! Why? T-T-Tsukki!!?"

Rip! He then unclipped your bra,exposing your chest. "T-Tsu-Tsu-" Tadashi felt like he's gonna collapse,but he's actually worried,but slowly getting turned on,but still scared. "Tsukki!?!"

Kei made you sit up and climbed on your back,hugging your shoulder close to him as his free hand opened your legs. "I told you to pull this Yamaguchi." "C-Can't! What are you doing?!" He just laughed off and pulled your skirt upwards,holding the waistband of your panties,he slid it off. You kept on kicking and squirming so Kei held your legs open. Tadashi was covering his eyes,but Kei pulled away his hands,then whispered at you. "Shut the fuck up or I will not let you leave this room,understood?"

Slap! He slapped your left breast as he kissed your ear. "Yamaguchi,your hand." Tadashi shakily brought his hands near him,then Kei grabbed it and put it between your legs. "There we go." Tadashi is almost dying,but Kei held his fingers gently then guided it in your cunt.

Tadashi is actually scared of hurting you,but the heat that his hands felt is actually getting him to feel good. "Tell me what you feel,so she'll know too." Kei let go of his hands and hugged your waist,Tadashi's hand and fingers are still touching your heat,his flushed and reddish face's looking directly at your heat. "It's.." "What?"

Kei starts on rubbing your nipples by his fingers,as he starts to massage it. "Tell me." "Warm.." His face almost blows up. "W-Wet.." Your face heated up of mixed embarrassment and unknown feelings inside you,your sensitivity's increasing.

"Okay! Now.." Kei held his fingers into a fist,then guided it to put up his middle and ring finger. "Put this inside her." Tadashi's scared,he's gonna hurt you, possibly. "N-No.." "No? Okay but like this." Kei positioned his hand between your legs as he spread your labia apart from the other hand,then entered your awaiting walls. Whines and little moans came out of your mouth as you kept on squirming,the little moans' being louder as he got his fingers faster, curling it upwards, tears' still spilling on your eyes. Tadashi is staring,scared but wanted to try so.

Kei curled his fingers as he reached something squishy,but wet. "Here,Yamaguchi,the sweet spot is here." he exclaimed as he pulled out his fingers. "Yamaguchi?" He looked at Tadashi,who's completely shy and scared,yet.. "Yamaguchi,come here for a minute." He got close to Kei then he kissed Tadashi's neck, licking it up and down and leaving bites on it. "Hmm!!!" Tadashi is blushing,but as soon as Kei pulled away the kiss on his neck,he stopped on blushing,but it's obvious that he's actually scared,somehow.

Kei touched the visible bulge on Tadashi's pants,then rubbed on it. Small moans came out of him. You're shaking,crying, you're actually inexperienced.

As he saw that the green-haired man is already harder than a while ago,he laughed. Kei stood up and got to the other edge of the bed, then pushed Tadashi to you,his head's so close to your cunt, dangerously making you feel his warm breath on it. "Yamaguchi,you never touched a girl before,now's the time." he said, pushing his head closer. "I swear,I never touched that girl before too,just imaginations. Yet,I know there's eagerness inside you." Tadashi blushed at his words,then Kei let go of his head.

Tadashi gulped hard then held your knees,right now, his anxiety's starting to fade. He then didn't hesitate to dive in between your legs. His tongue is fast,licking every single wetness on your heat,then started to lick your clit up and down. His tongue then travelled lower,then licked your hole in and out,he brought his fingers then sucked on your clit,pushing the two digits Kei taught him a while ago inside of you.

You can't form words,his fingers and tongue are working faster than you imagined. Drool starts to pool your mouth as you came. The breath that you get starts to fade away again as he continued on what he's doing. Kei laughed.

"Yamaguchi." he called. Tadashi's not answering,instead got faster of his eating your poor sensitive heat. "Yamaguchi,you can stop now." he's not even listening,the slurping sounds just got sloppier,but faster. "Ah- Ah Kei-" Kei looked at you then pulled Tadashi away,then whispered. "Give her another way of pleasure,okay?" Tadashi licked his lips clean then Kei helped him unzip his pants,he then unzipped his too,then climbed on the bed,on your back. He pulled the blindfold away of your eyes. "Y/n?" "K-Kei.." "You're doing so well." "Kei-" you got cut off when Tadashi directly entered you,the pain starts to reach your body. "Impatient right now,are we?"

Tadashi didn't respond,instead,he put your legs on his shoulder then pushed deeper. His thrusts are getting faster and harder,every thrust,he reaches your cervix in no time.

Kei then pushed you up to sit you,then entered your other hole. You felt so full,the cocks entering your holes are too much,the orgasm from earlier gave you the sensitivity. "Ah.. You're actually a b-bottom? I thought you'd be- Ahh- Ah- a top.." Kei laughed at you. You held hardly on Tadashi's shoulder,moaning both their names and cries of lost on words came out of mouth. Your orgasm washed over you,as Kei and Tadashi came inside you.

Right after the session,the three of you are left panting,Tadashi is hugging you,his cock's still buried inside you.

"Tadashi... Kei.."

"Y/n."

Tadashi kisses your lips and Kei kissed your neck,leaving bites on it. While kissing you,someone knocked at the door that made you flinch. "Kei,Mom made juice and pancakes,we kind of heard you,you must've been tired from the tutor session!" His brother,Akiteru said as he left and walked down stairs.

"Y/n,come here." Kei turned your head and kissed you,then pulled away. "Wear one of my shirt first."

The three of you walked downstairs then sit on the chairs at the dining room. "Mom came to the store." Akiteru said. "Kei, Tadashi." They both looked at him.

"You think I don't know what you're doing at the room?"

Tsukki almost spit the juice and Tadashi blushed a little. "What? Tutor session? Why?" Akiteru smirked. "I'm directly at your door the whole time." Akiteru said,handing you a small medicine. "Just in case.." he looked at Kei. ".. you know." then handed you a cup of water.

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yamaguchi tadashi x afab!reader, 0.5k words warnings: use of force (but no violence), mention of body hair, spit, clit pinching. nsfw — minors do not interact.

yamaguchi snaps on your ninth attempt.

it wasn’t even your intention to turn the tide this way; you just wanted some of his attention for a bit while he studied. he’s had his full concentration on his textbook the entire morning—what’s the point of inviting you over, on a day where there’s no one at home and there’s a fresh strip of condoms in his bedside drawer, if he’s not going to fuck you?

so on your ninth attempt where you drape yourself across his back, feeling him up under his shirt and tweaking his nipples and whining into his neck, he snaps.

in a flash of white and brown and blue, yamaguchi’s room warps before your eyes and you find yourself flat on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, before your boyfriend pokes his head into your line of vision.

“h-how many times?” he hisses, a blush crawling up his neck and tinting the tips of his ears.

“huh?” you shoot back, breathless from being flipped over so quickly.

your eyes stray from yamaguchi’s face to the curve of his bicep, straining against his tight white tee with the effort of pinning you down. sometimes you forget just how strong he is, but now—now you remember.

“hey, look at me. don’t make me ask again.”

your eyes flit back to your boyfriend, bewildered. he’s never spoken to me like this before, you note, and a lick of heat coils in your lower abdomen at the way his eyes darken and his brows furrow handsomely.

“how many times have you bothered me today?”

“i— it wasn’t on purpose. i didn’t know i was disturbing you,” you responded meekly, shifting under him.

his grip on your wrists tighten almost painfully. “you’re making excuses now. i’m asking one more time—how many times have you bothered me today?”

“…nine.”

“nine, huh?”

yamaguchi lets go of your wrists, and the look he shoots you made you know better than to move from where he wanted you.

one hand slams itself down on the bed besides your face and you wince at the whoosh of air that rushes by to your left.

his expression remains unreadable, eyes trained on you intensely, as his other hand slides down past the waistband of your cotton shorts, of your panties, to the fluff of hair down below.

“nine times too many,” he mumbles, and his expression softens ever so slightly before he crashes his lips to yours. the kiss was nothing like your usual ones—this kiss was all teeth and tongue, with so much spit that you’re left choking in surprise.

“if you want attention,” your lover starts when he pulls back, swiping away the thick line of saliva that connects his bottom lip to yours, “i’ll give it to you.”

the hand in your pants dips between your already-slick folds to pinch your clit roughly. you wince, and then squeal in pain when yamaguchi twists your sensitive nub.

a tinge of concern shadows his expression at your cry, but disappears as quickly as it came when he sees the way your pupils dilate lustfully.

“nine orgasms and i’m not done studying yet,” yamaguchi muses. “let’s hope your body can keep up, dearest.”

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🎁Tiny Town

CW ˏˋ°•*⁀➷      just pure fluff

AN~ just thought this would be cute for the holidays. Have a happy holiday guys🤍

You and your boyfriend wander the streets looking for your favorite sweet shop. Window shopping was one of your favorite things to do during the holidays, your boyfriend just likes to watch. 

You gasp pointing at the window. “look at how cute that is!” The tiny town made your heart melt. He leans down looking at the miniature snowman. He glances at your face. 

Maybe it was the warm yellow light that made your face glow, but you never looked so bright. He takes your hand and leads you into the store. “Go look for something you like.” 

You smile and dash off. He chuckles at how child like you were. He wanders off to the store clerk and points to the window. “Ah I see you like our tiny town set.” He walks towards the window and bends down. Opening the bottom drawer beneath the window, he pulls out a box. 

“Here is the last set. Would you like to buy it?” He looks at you admiring the jewelry section, he smiles then looks back at the clerk. “How much?” The clerk smiles.

You arrive at you and your boyfriends shared apartment. “M’so glad to be home! It’s so cold outside.” You kick off your shoes and put your coat on the wall rack. You both sit on the floor ready to exchange gifts.

You hand him a small black box with a red ribbon on top. You bite your bottom lip waiting for him to open it. He flicks open the box with his thumb revealing a gold and silver Rolex, his name engraved on the back of it.

 He look at you then the watch, then you then the watch again. “MERRY CHRISTMAS!” you blush. He returns the smile with a tight hug. You hug him back, happy he likes the gift.

He plops the red wrapped gift on you lap tapping the top, urging you to open it. You eagerly unwrap the gift and lift the box up in the air. You squeal ready to build your tiny town.

You empty the box on the table. The rest of the night was filled with laughter  And quick pecks on the cheek as the two of you built the small town together, eventually falling asleep on the couch with the small town lights illuminating the living room .

It truly was a merry Christmas. 

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[a-kaash-me-outside]

not fair - ch5

in which your boyfriend is perfect in every single way... except for one and kei can't just sit back and watch you suffer...

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It’s one of those phone calls that you hope goes to voicemail. 

Hey, Tadashi, just wanted to let you know that Kei and I were coming to get the car and boxes tomorrow. Sorry it’s been there for so long. That’s all it had to be. You’re repeating it in your head, waiting for the polite message and tone to come. 

It doesn’t.

You don’t remember what Tadashi says when he answers the phone, don’t even know if he said anything at all. You pull the phone away from your ear, making sure that he didn’t answer and hang up or that the space between the rings isn’t just skipping. The numbers are counting up, seemingly slower than seconds typically pass by. 

“Hey, Tadashi,” you start. You should have practiced or wrote a script or something, because any words, phrases, questions in your mind are gone now, leaving Tadashi to pick up the pieces once again.

If it weren’t for the tiny breath from the otherside of the phone, you might’ve hung up waiting for a response. He mutters your name first, practically lost by the hestiance and heaviness of the word. “Are you calling about coming to pick up your car?”

“Right, yea, I’m so sorry we left it there and haven’t, uh, been back to get it. We kinda just wanted to give you time because of everything and didn’t want to, yknow, rush anything or give you any trouble or-” you’re rambling on, nervous to stop. Kei rests his hand on your lower back just to let you know that he’s there. 

“It’s fine, really, just, are you guys coming to pick it up?” he asks, interrupting your nervous spiel.

“Yes,” you reply, knowing that you have so much more to say, but not ready to say any of it. After being so intimate with him and Kei, you’d think that it would be easier to talk, like everything’s already been out on the table. It’s not until Kei raises his eyebrows, lets his thumb graze under your shirt and against your skin that you actually get the words out. “Do you think we could come in, too?”

Tadashi isn’t stupid. He has to know what you’re implying or, at the very least, know that the two of you want to talk with him. Kei is staring at you, the room is dead silent, and every second that Tadashi doesn’t answer is more confirmation that you’ve just made a fool of yourself. 

You’re about to take it back, to backpedal without remorse in an attempt to salvage civility, but Tadashi clears his throat, unknowingly interrupting you. “Yeah, that would be okay.” 

Almost too stunned to speak, you’re sure that the surprise was written across your face. “O-Okay, yeah.” It’s heavy in your throat, banging at the back of your teeth, you want to ask, clarify, make sure that you’re on the same page, but you also feel like you should quit while you’re ahead. Kei’s confusion turns to understanding when you give him a wide-eyed, short nod. 

“Alright,” Tadashi replies, but still doesn’t hang up. 

Tsukishima doesn’t grab the phone from you, but he talks loud enough for his voice to make it through the receiver. “Like last time?” 

“Like last time,” Tadashi confirms quickly. “I’ve gotta go, but I’ll see you guys tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah, for sure, see you then,” you reply, “Looking forward to it, Dashi.” You can faintly hear the hitch in his breath followed by the low clear of his throat. 

“Me too.” Click.

You bring the phone down from your ear. The weight on your chest isn’t as unbearable with the assumptions off the table. There’s still a lingering force quickening your heartbeat, but at least you can breathe for now. 

“Thanks,” you say, looking up at Kei.

He shrugs. “That’s what I’m here for, bluntness.”

“And doing the hard things that I can’t,” you scoff. 

He bends down, pressing a kiss onto your forehead and pushing your hair out of your face. “Definitely not all the time. It’s probably like half and half,” Kei says and then tilts his head, “Mm, maybe 60/40.”

You nod, “Yeah, but that seems pretty fair to me.” You pull back, wiping your palms on your pants. “I should bring the thing, right?”

“Why else did we buy it?”

“No, I know, I guess I’m just nervous,” you admit.

“No reason to be. You’ll be great and Tadashi will love it, you know that,” Kei reassures you. 

In theory, you did know that. If you really thought about it, you knew that. The evidence backs it up, the reciprocation in excitement backs it up, and yet you can’t help but doubt the ideas that have been swarming your head since that night. 

The entire walk to Tadashi’s feels heavy, steps dragging, bag weighted, Kei’s hand in yours evident. So many thoughts are taking place in your head. You try to rid them, but you can’t. The conversation from that night is on repeat in your mind. Maybe it’s a good thing, maybe it’ll make you more decisive, maybe the repetition will hammer in these clouded thoughts. 

You thought that the first time coming back felt weird, but coming back the second time comes with a mix of eerie comfort and looming taboo. 

It’s a blur, really, Tadashi answering the door, inviting you inside. You remember the small things like taking off your shoes and placing them neatly next to the spot that you used to every single day and when you shake your head no at Tadashi politely asking if you want a glass of water or cup of tea. The rest of it is lost, second to the anticipation and the thought in the back of your mind to book it out the front door.

You are sitting on the couch. Kei is sitting next to you. Somehow everything in your head is talking at once and they’re your thoughts, but you can’t make out a single one. 

You want to just skip to the part of the night that doesn’t feel like this anymore - fidgeting just to calm your nerves, the three of you sitting in a small circle like a meeting with stale coffee, no eye contact, barely allowing yourself to breathe. Kei’s hand hovers over to yours, slowly, trying not to bring attention to itself, not for his sake or even Tadashi’s, but for yours. His grasp wraps around your fidgeting fingers, his intertwining with yours like they were meant to be there. 

In a matter of seconds, you catch Tadashi’s eyes as they flicker from the intertwined hands in your lap to your eyes back to your hands and then down at his own. You can’t get a long enough look at his face to see the emotion, but you don’t really need a long look to tell you that Tadashi is feeling more nervous than you are now, as if that’s even possible.

How hard would this have been without Kei sitting here right next to you? Without Kei throughout this entire process? Tadashi doesn’t have that, doesn’t get the sweet hand hold or the supportive presence. He deserves it, though. 

You take the first step, hands shaking, breath unsteady as you stand up and move towards Tadashi. You don’t know what to say once you are right in front of him, so you opt for silence. Instead, you take this time to regulate your breathing and focus on the emotions in Tadashi’s face that you couldn’t find before.

All of the doubt that you had last night (and a few seconds ago, for that matter) is fading away. Now that he’s sitting here in front of you, now that you can see the soft features on his face, can feel Kei’s assuring presence behind you, can watch the way that Tadashi waits for your next sentence, patient and attentive. Your hand moves slowly as you reach to cup Tadashi’s face, directing his attention and testing the waters. 

Banging against your sternum, your heart feels like it’s going to burst out of your chest. It doesn’t calm on contact or when Tadashi leans into the touch ever so slightly and it gets much worse when the words tumble out of your mouth. You can’t help them, seeing how pretty Tadashi looks in front of you, getting flashbacks from last week, remembering how good he was for you.

“Can I kiss you?”

You don't know if this sentence takes Kei by surprise, don’t dare to look back or show an ounce of hesitation in front of Tadashi. Besides, at this moment, you’re more concerned about Tadashi, the way you can see the emotions clearly now, but you still can’t read them very well for the sake of how fast they’re changing. But you can read the nod, though slight, of Tadashi’s head after a beat of contemplation. 

The kiss is sweet, warm. You have to bend down a bit more than you’re anticipating, but that only means you get to tilt his head up, bring his lips closer to yours, thumb gently pushing on the underside of his chin, fingers resting against his neck in a way that you can feel his harsh swallow as soon as you pull away. His eyes are wide, struck with something bordering wonderment, and you are drinking it in. 

This has to be exactly what Kei felt like on the night that started it all. 

There’s a surge of confidence for the first time since your last visit, like it’s no longer testing the waters, because you know exactly why the three of you are here. You’re not sure that Tadashi knows, but somehow that makes you feel even more assured, like he’s depending on you to guide him through the night. 

And it really does feel like history repeating itself.

Still, it doesn’t matter how much you see yourself in Tadashi right now and how that means that if he is you then you would be Kei and how you know that if Kei were standing where you’re standing right now, things would unfold a lot differently. Despite the lingering pressure of this new role you’re embodying, you have to ask.

It comes out sweet, warm like the kiss you shared moments ago. “You’re okay with all of this?”

Tadashi’s nod is a touch more certain than the previous, but you follow it up nonetheless. “And it’s alright that I don’t keep asking if it’s alright?” you ask. He nods again. “If something is getting too much or you’re starting to feel uncomfortable, just say yellow.” God, saying it aloud brings you back. You remember that Kei had started touching you, kissing you at this point, but all you want to do is stare at Tadashi, see the understanding and attention. “If something is too much and you want to stop immediately, then say red and we’ll stop, make sure you’re okay.” 

He nods again, but not one curt nod like the rest of them, more desperate, repetitive, like he wants you to stop talking, not because he doesn’t care, but because he knows what’s ahead and he wants it to come faster. You give in, moving your hand down his shoulder, leaning in to press your lips against his ear. “If you can’t breathe, mouth full, can’t verbally communicate, just 3 nice hard taps against me or Kei and we’ll stop.”

A whimper slips out from between his teeth in lieu of a nod, but you want to hear it in stumbling confirmation. “Understand?” mhm “Say it. Need to hear you say it, Dashi.” 

“Yea- I mean, yea, yes. I understand.”

You stand up straight, towering over top of Tadashi. “I’m in control tonight.” You’re not sure how Kei looks behind you, taller than you, you know that, but you wonder if his height makes you look less in control than you feel. You wonder if his facial expression is making Tadashi doubt your dominance over the situation. You didn’t really talk about this, Kei and you, not in detail, not about power dynamics. Truthfully, if you had, you’re not sure you would be in this position right now.

It’s comfortable for you to be right between Kei and Tadashi in the order of power, but to declare that you’re in control, not just of Tadashi, but just in general, it’s stepping out of your comfort zone. 

“Y-You?” Tadashi asks innocently enough, eyes flitting from you to just behind you where you know that Kei is standing. Part of you, the safe part, wants to quiet down, wait for Kei to answer for you, to either protect you or scoff at the notion. That part of you doesn’t win. 

Rather, you bend down again, eyes level with Tadashi’s. “If that’s a problem, I can leave instead.”

“No, it’s not- I’m not- I didn’t- I’m sorry!” he starts immediately.

“Don’t question me again or I’ll leave,” you repeat. 

“I won’t. I won’t.” Tadashi says, not a promise, but you believe it like one. 

You turn around, look up at Kei. There’s still that voice inside of you looking for his permission, for his approval. You don’t think that will ever go away. This little voice inside of you comes through in the form of a silent question. If it were anyone else on the receiving end you’d think it’d get lost in translation. Am I doing okay?

“What do you want me to do?” Kei asks plainly, unwavering, like it’s not completely left field for him to be asking you for direction. It’s the perfect answer to your question. 

You’re not exactly sure how you’re going to get through this night. You’re exhausted already and you haven’t even really given a command yet. You figure, however, that the best mantra to get you through the night is to just continue to ask for things that you really want. What do you want him to do? 

You go with your first instinct and though your voice isn’t as strong as you want it to be, it feels good leaving your mouth. “I want you to carry me upstairs, want Tadashi to follow. And I want to be placed nicely on the bed.”

Kei moves immediately, hoisting you up and letting you wrap your arms around his neck. There’s no hesitance to just doing what he’s told. You assume, for now at least, that it’s because the tasks aren’t too demanding or degrading. You’ll be waiting for backlash for the rest of the night. 

You don’t have to direct any of the demands to Tadashi. He hears you and he listens, waiting just enough time to give you a breath of space and then following you like a puppy. By the time Tadashi enters the room, Kei is placing you, exactly as you asked, nice and gentle on the bed. 

It’s so much different than normal. Kei is always attentive, always makes sure that you’re taken care of, but it’s so different . His hands follow your body as he lies you down, making sure that there is a cushion of his palm between each inch and the bed as it comes in contact. God, you wish you could feel it on your skin. 

“Am I allowed to kiss you?” Kei asks. You can’t detect any amount of snide smirk or tone, have to take it as sincere despite months and months of experiences screaming in your head. Your stomach is in knots and you want to say yes just because he asked, but making him wait feels like it’ll have a better payoff in the end. 

“Not yet,” you say, low like a whisper. It’s not loud enough for Tadashi to hear, not meant to show your dominance or prove yourself. It’s a moment just for you and Kei. His eyebrows raise and then furrow, a remark starts to bubble, but he shuts it down before it reaches his throat. You don’t know where Tadashi is, but you don’t care either. You’re following your wants, pushing your fingertips through Kei’s blonde locks and making soft fists. “I want you to want it more.”

You let go quickly, as soon as it’s about to elicit a response, and then you press on his shoulders with the heel of your palm, digging your fingernails into the tops just hard enough for him to really feel it . As soon as he’s stood up, standing at the foot of the bed, so familiarly over top of you, you ask, “Aren’t you going to ask me what else I want?”

He swallows the alternative response and asks just that, “What do you want now, (y/n)?”

You hook your fingers into your waistband. Both Kei’s and Tadashi’s eyes follow the movement as you push your shorts and panties down to your ankles. They’re still dangling off of one of your ankles after you maneuver one foot out of one side, spreading your legs apart and realizing just how bold you’re being tonight. 

You hadn’t realized, though, how wet you had gotten from just a few small actions. It was a mix of the newfound control and the way that they were both listening to you so well. It was the possibilities of tonight and how Kei, right now, was about to do whatever came out of your mouth. 

“I want you to eat me out,” you say. You could’ve stopped there, short and sweet, but the words tumble out and you don’t regret them one bit, “Want you to say please and thank you. You don’t do that very often.” Kei’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t talk back.

“And I want Tadashi to watch,” you say to Kei and then turn to face Tadashi, “I want you to watch. Like last time.” You glance down to the small tent in Tadashi’s pants, let your eyes linger as an added explanation. “Just like last time. Do you understand?” Your tone is a mixture, a condescending softness. 

Tadashi lifts his hand, brings it steadily down to his bulge, but hesitates before touching himself through the fabric. “Now?” he asks. 

You give a small laugh, “The show hasn’t even started yet, but yes, if you’re that desperate.” 

You don’t know how quickly Tadashi is to start to touch himself because Kei hooks his arms underneath your legs and pulls your pussy against his mouth in one motion. You keep repeating to yourself that you’re in control. You have to keep reminding yourself or you would, probably instantaneously, slip back into doing whatever Kei wanted you to do.

Actually, even while you’re repeating to yourself that you’re in control, every part of you wants to close your eyes, lay back, and just let Kei do whatever he wants to do, and you know that tonight is all about what you want, but this is a once in a lifetime experience and you’re going to take advantage of it. You grab a fistful of Kei’s hair, pulling his head away from you in a way that surprises both of you.

“Say please.” It’s not nearly as cocky and confident and strong as you want it to be. In fact, it’s followed by an airy laugh from yourself because it’s so out of place. “Kei, baby, say please.”

“Please.” It’s not nearly as pleasing and desperate and appreciative as you want it to be. You cock your head. 

“That doesn’t sound like you really want to eat me out,” you furrow your eyebrows. You tighten your fist in his hair. “So say please.”

His eyes widen and he groans at your harsh grip, “Please, can I eat you out?”

“I still feel like you don’t really want to taste me, baby. I feel like you don’t want to bury your face in between my legs and eat me until I come all over your face.” You’re talking down to him now and the confidence is building in your chest as you watch his facial expressions shift. His mouth is basically watering. “I know you want that, so why don’t you ask really nicely and maybe I’ll let you.��

The pleasing, desperate, appreciative tone that you wanted is there and, with it, a bit of embarrassment to have to ask for something you usually beg for. “I- Please, can I please eat you out? I want to taste you and eat you, please.” His voice is more timid than you’ve ever heard it and it’s making your stomach flutter more than how close he is to you.

“You’re gonna make me come all over your pretty face, aren’t you?” you ask, slowly pulling his face towards your pussy. He’s moving with you, mouth opening as he gets centimeters away, but you stop him. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” he nods, trying to finish the motion and bury his face in between your legs.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I’m going to make you come,” he mumbles. You can see just how much he wants to skip this part, but you’re having so much fun.

“Where am I going to come?” you smirk.

“All over my face,” Kei answers, knowing full well he’s not giving you the answer that you want.

“All… over… your…,” you say slowly, tilting his face upwards to look you directly in the eyes, watching the warmth spread across his features.

“Gonna make you come all over my pretty face,” Kei finally finishes.

“Now say please,” you tease.

“Please,” he says quickly.

“Pretty please?” you push on.

“Pretty please, fuck, (y/n), please let me eat you out. Please. I need to fucking eat you out. I need to feel your come on my tongue, need to taste it, need to please you and feel your thighs against my cheeks. Pretty please,” he spews, hoping that this time he actually gets to do what he’s been wanting to do since he knelt between your legs.

The last thing he sees before being pulled into your pussy is your huge smile. “Good boy, see, that wasn’t too hard.”

Between your legs, Kei has some ounce of control. He knows exactly what he’s doing and how to make you squirm and even though he had to say please a million times to get here and will have to stop when you say stop and follow your orders as you give them, until then, he gets to do whatever he wants. 

There’s no teasing, no build up. You’re so wet, dripping from teasing him and the control you felt with Tadashi. Kei doesn’t let a drop go to waste, running the flat of his tongue between your lips and prodding at your hole with the tip of his tongue. He doesn’t want to waste another second without his tongue deep inside of your tight little hole.

He fucks his tongue in and out of you, pressing his face as hard into you as he can in an attempt to get his tongue so deep inside you. You help as much as you can, both hands at the back of his head, pulling and tugging at his hair, clawing at his neck and back and as far down as you can reach. He knows how sensitive your hole is, feels it quivering against his tongue. 

He knows your body better than you do, knows exactly how to make you come. After all of the teasing you did, all of the talk, he can’t think of anything he wants more than to make you come as quickly as possible.

You weren’t going to stop him. 

“Holy fuck, Kei, oh my god.”

His lips are moving against your clit as he tries to fuck his tongue into you deeper. He’s moving his entire face, the tip of his tongue harsh against your hole as his nose nudges against your clit. The motions are perfectly repetitive just like he knows you like it. The louder that your moans get and the harder that you start to squirm and the tighter your hands grip, the more motivated Kei is. “Gonna, fuck, I’m gonna come all over your pretty face,” you tell him between moans.

Your core is tightening and your body is convulsing, but you can’t let go. You need to hear him. He needs to tell you. You want him to tell you. “Kei, fuck, tell me. Please, tell me. Let me come, please. Please.” There is no remorse, not even after the fact. Part of that comes with the lack of snide remarks or tone from Kei, the other part comes with just how close you are and how hard you’re about to fall.

“Come, baby, come all over my pretty face, please, please come for me. Please come all over my pretty face,” he says against your pussy, but you can hear each word so clearly. That’s all it takes for you to come undone. You let go, head hitting the mattress harshly as you grab onto his hair even harder. His name is the only thing coming out of your mouth, the only thing on your mind until it isn’t.

“Again, again, again,” you say, repeating as you nod at him.

He listens instantly, diving back between your legs and continuing to eat you out. He doesn’t have to tell you to come the second time or the third or the fourth. You let them roll over you like waves, coming as soon as your body allows you to. 

“Okay, okay, fuck, okay, that’s enough,” you breathe. He doesn’t stop, driven by the pure bliss in the reactions you’ve given him and the way that you dropped control for a passing moment. He wants to feel it again, taking control from you. You almost let him. “Fuck, Kei, enough,” you repeat, more stern this time. 

He lifts his head from between your legs, face a mess, hair tangled, breath ragged. “What do you say?” you ask, not even letting him compose himself before responding. 

“Thank you,” he says, and honestly, he looks just as grateful as the labored appreciation sounds. 

You push yourself up despite how much you want to just sit with Kei’s warm cheek against the fat of your thigh and despite how tired you are from everything that just happened and despite how you want to hear Kei thank you forever. “Kei, get him prepped for me, yea?” You miss the initial reaction from Tadashi, only catch the end of his attempts to compose himself and the lasting redness on his cheekbones. You don’t say another word until you’ve made it to the doorframe. “Dashi, Kei’s in charge while I’m gone, listen good, okay?”

You catch the faintest glimpse of Kei’s smirk as he stands tall once again, making his way over to the corner of the room that Tadashi was frozen in. The second that you’re out of view, you let yourself breathe, let your shoulders slump and your legs wobble as much as they want. You grab your bag that you left at the front door and change in the familiar bathroom closest to the top of the stairs. 

You went all out, decided that if you were going to do this, you were going to do this right. The thick main harness was just one part of the intricate buckles, straps, and fasteners. You had tried it on before, the first time that you got it. Kei helped you put it on, tightened the straps and moved each piece so it fit snug and comfortable. 

The top belt sits on your waist, thick faux leather straps with buckles on each side adorned to a ring that rests on your stomach. The second set of straps holds the main ring in place, two fasteners tightly fit against your hips. You slide the dildo into the ring before tightening the straps to your liking. It’s heavy between your legs, thick and lengthy, deceivingly lifelike to the touch and eye. 

As you’re putting the finishing touches onto your look, fixing the harness and making sure that everything is exactly as you want it to be, the soft and subtle noises that you’ve been hearing from the other room become louder. The noises quickly fill the entire upstairs. You’re sure at this point that Kei has asked Tadashi not to hold back, has told him explicitly not to. 

There is a lot of gratitude coming from Tadashi and only as he’s practically screaming can you hear what he’s thanking Kei for. 

“Thank you for getting me ready for (y/n),” Tadashi cries. “Feels so good, so good, fingers feel so good thank you, Kei.”

It sends a shiver down your spine, the amount of desperation and the sincerity of the thank you.

You gently press open the cap to the lube, letting a stream of the cool liquid coat the top side of the silicone cock. You use your thumb and palm to spread it over the skin, twisting your wrist and slathering the slick liquid all over, pouring a generous amount on the tip and watching it drip from the head. You know that it’s not really yours, that it’s not actually attached to you, that you don’t feel from it, and yet, as you push your hips forward, as the cock slides between the hole you’ve created with your fist, your core feels warm and you let out a small moan. 

The walk back to the room feels like a mile. You know that the two of them are undoubtedly too enthralled in their own actions right now to notice you at the door. It’s not a bad thing though. You get to watch for a few moments. They don’t know you’re there, aren’t acting in any sort of way for an audience or praise. 

Tadashi has taken your spot. His legs are high in the air, held up by his hands grasped around his ankles. Kei holds a bottle of lube in one hand and is fucking 4 fingers into Tadashi’s hole with the other. 

Tadashi’s cock, rock hard and angrily red, is slapping against his stomach every time that Kei’s fingers bottom out. The back of his head is pressed into the mattress so hard, but his eyes are trained on Kei, bottom lip quivering whenever involuntary noises weren’t tumbling from them, sheets bunched up against sweaty palms. 

You could’ve watched this all night. You’re sure that if you hadn’t interrupted them they would’ve continued all night, partially because you didn’t give them instruction to stop, but also because the determination and joy in Kei’s demeanor matches Tadashi’s desperation perfectly. There’s something about Kei’s actions that makes it incomparable to how he acts with you, something about the fact that even though he’s in control, he’s just following directions. 

“Is he ready?” you ask, followed by an observation, “Looks like you’re just doing this for him now.”

They’re startled at your voice, immediately taken out of the intense moment that the two of them were in, but there’s no disdain for the deprivation of the transfixion. The only word to describe the look on their faces is gawking. There is less surprise in Kei’s given he’s seen you in it before, but that doesn’t stop the harsh swallow or the dwelling gaze over your chest, down to your waist, following the straps. 

Tadashi isn’t as subtle. His face is bright red, blushing, gasping for air from just being stretched. He pushes up from the bed, props himself on his elbows, and just stares. You can practically feel his heartbeat from where you’re standing in the doorway. “Is that for me?” he asks, void of the confidence the question deserves, tongue wetting his lips. 

You walk over, agonizingly slow, cock in hand. “Why don’t you turn around and I’ll show you?”

By the time you’ve made it to the edge of the bed, Tadashi has scrambled over himself and gotten on all fours, as if any delay would result in you giving up on the notion. You climb onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress as you take in the sight before you. Tadashi looks rigid, not knowing when the next order or movement is coming, eyes forward on the pale wall. 

The second that the soft skin of your palms comes into contact with his hips, he melts into you, pushing back into your touch. His shoulders slump, head falls down, staring at the comforter below him instead. “Is this alright? Are you ready?” you ask, leaving one palm resting on his hip, but using the other hand to guide the tip of the dripping dildo against Tadashi’s stretched hole. 

The answer is evident in the urgency of his whimpers and the desperation in his reactions, but you need to hear it coming out of his mouth. “I’m not going to fuck you until you tell me you’re ready for it,” you clarify. 

“Yes, yes, I’m ready, please,” Tadashi answers. 

“Good boy.” There’s only a second between the finishing of your praise and you pressing your hips forward. It’s slow, but the pace is necessary no matter how badly you want to watch him take it all right this instant. You’re using your hand to guide the thick cock into Tadashi’s tight hole. You don’t need to physically feel it to know how tight it is, to see the rim swallowing the dildo. 

The moans and whimpers have ceased, replaced by labored breaths and diffused whines. You’d ask him questions, try to elicit some sort of verbal reply to the process, but he looks so focused on taking your cock. Still, you guide him through it, not just with the small kneading that you’re doing into his hip and the slow pace you’ve adapted, but with small coos of appreciation. “You’re doing so great, Dashi, fuck. It looks so good back here, you taking my nice thick cock just like that.” 

As soon as you don’t need your hand to guide the dildo, you lace it into Tadashi’s hair. It’s so soft. You can barely grasp any of it, can’t reach until he picks his head up and pushes it back into your hand. You feel disgustingly powerful now, hand weaved into Tadashi’s hair, slowly thrusting in and out of Tadashi’s ass. 

It takes a few beats for Tadashi to fully stretch around the girth of your cock, but with every gentle fuck into him, his whines turn back into whimpers which turn into throaty moans. “Can I go faster now?” you ask with a genuine softness. “Can you handle it?” with less genuine softness. He nods, choking out a few yeses amongst the noises.

You reward him with praise once again, “Good boy, huh, Tadashi? Are you my good boy?” You punctuate the question with a hard thrust, your hips meeting his ass in one fluid motion. His hair is tugged by your harsh grip and, with it, his lax body every time that you pull your hips away. 

He’s putty in your hand, malleable. The harder that you fuck him, the louder his moans get, the more power you feel. “Fuck, Dashi, it’s like I can fucking feel how pathetic you are squeezing my goddamn cock. So tight, so fucking perfect.” Your hips are on fire from repeatedly slamming into him, your palms are so sweaty that you can barely get a good grip, resorting to using your nails to anchor in place instead. Praise keeps falling out of your mouth so quickly that you’re not even sure what you’re saying half the time. It’s fast and you’re in control and he’s listening to you and you’re so drunk with this feeling. 

You can’t stop ramming into him, glad, actually, for once that you can’t feel how good Tadashi’s tight hole is squeezing your cock. It lets you fuck him relentlessly, no worry in the world about stamina even if your glutes and core are on fire from the constant motion. You don’t want to stop, can’t, not with how fucking perfect he looks, not with how fucking obedient he’s being. 

“I know you just want to be good, Dashi, fuck, we’ll teach you to be good, you’re being so good,” you moan. 

It’s like you’re a completely different person here, so vastly different than the last time you were in this bedroom. You don’t miss it, not even a little bit. Well… at least not at this exact moment. 

With no word from you, Kei has just been standing there, behind you, just watching . All of your attention is on Tadashi, soaking in his noises and body language, you’ve barely even noticed Kei. One quick glance over your shoulder and you can see how mesmerized he looks taking it all in, seeing you in this new element. You see the bulge in his pants, the little satisfaction that he is getting from his own palm. After doing so much already, he deserves better than what he’s giving himself now. 

“Do what you do best, Kei. Abuse his throat,” you command, trying to keep a steady voice through your wandering thoughts and thrusts. You don’t have to ask him twice, barely have to finish the three word demand and he’s walking around to the other side of the bed. 

He gets to see the side that you don’t get to see, the mouth agape and wet lashes. All that you get to see is the smirk that plagues the bottom half of Kei’s face as soon as Tadashi is in view. Your thrusts are slower now, but still at a steady enough pace to appreciate the subtle ripples in the fat of Tadashi’s ass, letting Kei get a good hold on the situation, giving up just a small fraction of your control so that Kei can have his way with Tadashi. 

You offer a bit of advice as Kei is undoing his buckle. “It’s easy to pleasure Kei,” you breathe, “You just let him do whatever he wants to you.” You can practically feel Tadashi tighten around you. 

“Open,” Kei says as soon as his cock is exposed to the air. “Wider than that, Tadashi, don’t insult me.” Both of Kei’s hands are braced on either side of Tadashi’s face as Kei pushes the tip of his cock past Tadashi’s lips. “Just like that, good.” Kei’s voice is monotonous, if only a bit condescending. “Keep that hole nice and tight for me.”

You watch Tadashi shiver as he drinks up every single word. Tadashi has been on the reciprocating end of Kei’s smart mouth before, but not like this. Even the last time he was in this room with the two of you, the directions that he was following only affected himself. Tadashi knows how poor he’s been at pleasing you in the past and he really just wants to be good, wants to listen and learn.

Kei shallowly thrusts in and out of Tadashi’s mouth, the head of his cock repeatedly slipping past Tadashi’s wet lips. “Use that slutty fucking tongue, Tadashi. You’re not doing anything, just sitting there getting railed, the least you could do is move your tongue.” Kei lets his head fall back, something evidently changing in the technique that Tadashi is using. “Good.”

The more that Kei seems to be enjoying it, the deeper his thrusts go, the faster his pace. It doesn’t take long for Kei to start using Tadashi like he uses you. If Tadashi didn’t look like he was enjoying himself as much as he did, pushing back onto your cock, whimpering and gagging around Kei’s, you would have stopped and taken his place. 

He couldn’t make you come for years, even as you tried to guide him, begged him as you cried out instructions, but there was something so different about the way he’s going down on Kei. 

You had directed him in the past, nudged his face where you wanted it to be, wrapped your legs around his neck to pull him deeper, but none of it mattered. He just couldn’t make you come. 

But there was something so distinctly different about the way Kei was treating Tadashi. There was no begging or asking, and directing wasn’t the right word, neither was guiding. Kei now has a commanding hold of Tadashi’s face, one hand on either side as he moves Tadashi’s mouth up and down his cock. His hips are still, letting Tadashi’s head bob through the complete motion. 

When Kei’s methods catch your eye, you can’t help but stop to take it in, no longer watching the ripples in his skin as your hips meet his ass, now watching it unfold from this angle, from behind Tadashi, your cock engulfed by his tight hole.

Kei’s long fingers bracket Tadashi’s face, pushing into his jaw, neck, cheek, wherever he could reach, and wherever he needed to adjust to get the most perfect angle. It’s mesmerizing. 

And it’s so different from the way he handles you. Sometimes he holds your face like that, moves you so agonizingly slow on his length that your throat will hurt for days after, but there’s always an amount of trust. 

This in front of you? The way that Kei is so meticulously moving Tadashi, the way that he’s leaving nothing up to assumption or interpretation, this is Kei teaching. 

He’s wordless about it, doesn’t teach Tadashi through verbal instructions or lengthy explanations, he just shows him exactly what he wants. It’s almost more condescending than if Kei was talking down to him in a way, like he’s too stupid to understand what he means, so he can only show him. 

You don’t think Tadashi catches this or thinks this far or has any thoughts at all right now other than controlling his breathing and every single muscle in his mouth and throat. It’s not a normal state of being, you know that well. 

You catch a glimpse of Kei’s face, manage to pull your attention away from the thick cock splitting Tadashi open and Kei’s strong hands on Tadashi’s jaw. His face is strewn with pleasure and concentration. You don’t normally get to watch Kei from this angle nor this intently. You watch his eyebrows furrow together, his jaw clench between slow exhales, his features soften and his eyes flutter close every once and awhile. You’re cursing yourself for never having filmed the two of you having sex. You would watch this on repeat if you could.

“Kei,” you breathe, ready to repeat yourself on account of how quiet his name is in comparison to the lewd sounds that are bouncing off the walls. Kei looks up at you immediately with an air of confusion, waiting for another command or instruction. When nothing else comes, he doesn’t break eye contact like you thought he might. He’s not paying attention to Tadashi save for the mindless thrusting. “God, you look so good right now.”

He clicks his tongue at the compliment, shaking his head a small amount before returning his focus, looking back down almost quick enough to hide the subtle blush on his cheekbones. You don’t force him to look back at you, though you know that you could, but you still want to have some sort of contact with him. You are becoming increasingly aware of how much you want to be where Tadashi is and how much you want to feel Kei’s skin on yours.

Tadashi’s voice pulls you out of it, the repetition of your name that follows his gasping for air. “Want, want to- So good- Need to come,” Tadashi manages to get out in between harsh swallows and intakes of air. 

“Not yet.” It comes out of your mouth without any thought and you realize why Kei does this so often. The sense of power that comes alongside controlling Tadashi’s orgasm is mindblowing. Even if he came right now, didn’t listen to you at all, you would have rode this high for weeks. 

Tadashi does listen, though. He whimpers a small okay before Kei starts using his throat again. You claw your fingernails into his hips, pressing hard enough to leave small indents in his soft skin, and you pull him onto your cock to match your thrusts. “Look at that, see, you didn’t need to cum, not yet, Dashi, being such a good boy.”

Kei only gets to fuck Tadashi’s throat for a few moments before Tadashi is pulling away once again. “I- I can’t hold it any longer, please,” Tadashi’s voice cracks as he begs. “Please.” You pull out in one motion leaving Tadashi gaping and empty in front of you. 

“Then come, Tadashi,” you say in a tone that is eerily as condescending as Kei’s. You run your hands down Tadashi’s side, grabbing onto his ass and spreading him open as wide as you can. “If you can’t hold it, then cum.”

Tadashi is thrusting into the air. “I- I can’t.”

“You’ve come without touching yourself before,” your voice is stern but steady at first, but as you keep thinking about it, there is a simmering underlying anger that is emerging. “Sat right there on the corner of the bed and came in your pants like a pathetic little cuck.”

You grab Tadashi by the shoulder, flipping him over onto his back. “Kei, pillow under his head so he can look at me while I’m fucking talking to him.” Kei doesn’t hesitate for a second, puts the pillow underneath Tadashi’s head so that his line of sight is directly at your face, eyes narrowed as you continue. 

“When no one is paying attention to you, when you’re watching your ex get railed and satisfied in a way that you never could, you lose your mind. You’ll shoot your load, make a fucking mess all over yourself, but when I’m here giving you everything that you could ever want, you can’t fucking come?”

You positioned yourself between Tadashi’s legs, the head of the dildo grazing his hole. “What? When Kei tells you to do it you can, but when I tell you to come after pounding my fat fucking cock in and out of you, you can’t? Do you know how fucking pathetic that is?” 

Tadashi’s chest is rising and falling faster, his breath is labored and he’s not breaking eye contact with you. You can tell just how close he is.

“I won’t tell you again. Instead, I’ll just fucking leave. Come. Now.” You wrap your hand around his throat, leaning your weight into your grip as his face scrunches up in ecstasy. His lips are moving, but no sound is coming out and only when you ease up on your grip can you hear the gratitude that he’s repeating in between the grunts.

His come spills from the head of his cock, lazily dripping down the sides of his rock hard erection and down his twitching balls. He’s struggling to keep his hands at his side and not jerk himself off through his orgasm. 

“Is that all it took?” you scoff, pressing the head of the dildo against his asshole, catching some of his come as it drips down. “Still hard though, right, Dashi? Still want to get fucked?” You don’t give him time to answer before pushing your hips forward, slowly spearing him with your cock as tears fall from his eyes.

“Yes, fuck, please, I want to come again,” Tadashi begs, eyes not leaving yours. 

“Greedy,” you shake your head, but you can’t hide your smirk as you pick up the pace. In this position you get to watch his face as you ruin him. The tears that are running down his face, wetting his cheeks and long lashes, just make it that much hotter. His cock is slapping against his stomach as thrust in and out of him.

It doesn’t take long before his breaths are closer together, back is arching, hips rolling, and he’s nodding in your direction. “I- I’m already so close. Can- I need- I want-.”

“What do you want? Tell me and I’ll give it to you. You’ve been so good, came for me without anything but my voice, took Kei’s cock so well, just tell me what you want,” you say.

No one has touched his cock all night, covered in his own come, violently twitching against himself as it slaps against his stomach. 

His eyes are screwed shut, thrusting up into nothing, consequently fucking himself on your cock, you’re sure that he’s going to ask to touch himself. In your mind, there’s no other option, nothing that he would feel comfortable enough asking for. 

It leaves his mouth so confidently. He trusts you so much, knows that you wouldn’t have said it if it wasn’t true, so he asks for exactly what he wants and he’s so assured as he does. 

“Want Tsukki’s mouth on my cock.”

You look up to see Kei’s reaction, refuse to do it if there is any sort of discomfort or distaste, but there’s nothing of the sort. He gives a short nod, a nod that Tadashi is too fucked out to notice. You don’t slow your pace or allow a falter in your rhythm as you watch Kei climb onto the bed. He’s gentle as he takes Tadashi’s cock into his mouth, captures the head first, swirling his tongue around the tip before taking the entire length. Kei doesn’t seem to struggle much, easily takes it to the base.

Tadashi is surprised despite the fact that he’s the one that asked for it so nicely. His eyes flutter shut, truly taking in every single feeling and sensation that is happening to him right now. Tadashi’s hips are thrusting up into Kei’s mouth now, moaning as he slides down Kei’s throat and then falls down onto your cock. 

“Gonna- Can I? Please,” Tadashi can barely say more than two words at a time, but you know exactly what he’s asking for. 

“Go ahead, Dashi, come, you deserve it.” 

As soon as you say the word, he’s coming down Kei’s throat. You watch it drip from the corners of Kei’s mouth as Tadashi keeps thrusting desperately. Tadashi is thanking you and thanking Kei and mumbling other words that you can’t quite pick up. His hands are roaming, trying to find a place to land. One finds a spot lightly on Kei’s shoulder and you meet the other hand with your own, locking your fingers with his as he holds onto you through his orgasm.

Kei waits for Tadashi to calm down before pulling his head off of his cock. Kei wipes his lips and you can tell there's a smart comment that wants to come out so badly, but he doesn’t get the chance to say it. 

“Thank you,” Tadashi says, eyes shutting every other second. You’re surprised that he’s still awake after two back-to-back orgasms like that. His eyebrows furrow and he perks up just a little bit, “but, wait, what about- what about you guys?”

You shake your head, carefully getting up from the bed, cautious not to disturb Tadashi as Kei gently positions him more comfortably in bed. You unbuckle the straps on your harness, taking it off and stepping out of it. You feel so light without the extra weight between your legs.

You manage to get in bed before Kei reaches for the covers and extra blankets. “This wasn’t about us,” you assure Tadashi. “Thank you for letting us in and for trusting us enough to do this again.” You feel the mattress dip behind you as Kei climbs underneath the covers he’s laid on top of the two of you. 

In the morning there will be more to say, more conversations to be had, boundaries to set and feelings to talk out, but for now… for now you are happily in bed, surrounded and warm, and you know that your company is too. 

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