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“Feel this shit,” you say to your roommates as you present your freshly shaven and oiled leg out to them, “I feel like a baby seal.”
Kuroo averts his attention for a second from the videogame he and Oikawa were playing, taking one side of his headphones off to offer his partial attention.
His fingers graze your skin, and you have to subtly move your leg away and hope he didn’t notice the goosebumps that immediately formed from his touch.
Luckily, Call of Duty for the two of them is what Cocomelon is for toddlers, not much can sway their attention.
“Damn bro, just like a dolphin forreal forreal,” Kuroo says, turning his head back to the game.
“Did you guys know that dolphins actually use their dolphin dicks as hands, like, to touch things? And they also gang bang female dolphins,” Oikawa turns to look at you and Kuroo, both of you sporting a shocked look.
“How do you… how do you know that…?” you cringe, your face convulsing. Of course he’d know that tidbit of random sexual esoteric knowledge, as if he wasn’t one of most sexual creatures himself.
Kuroo simply shakes his head before looking away from the idiot beside him.
“Anyway, if you were a sea creature Y/n you’d be more like a tuna, I know that shit stank like raw fish.” Oikawa snickers, the two boys nudging each other with their elbows laughing.
“Tōru, if you were a sea creature you’d be a shrimp, because well, y’know” you pout, faking sincerity, indicating a tiny member between your index finger and thumb.
Kuroo reaches his hand back to dap you up, as you smirk smugly at your friend. Oikawa’s face adorns an expression of betrayal from the both of you. Serves him right. You couldn’t help but laugh as you walked away to continue getting ready.
You were getting ready for your date tonight with your boyfriend of a few months, figuring you’d get lucky tonight. Doing your hair and makeup, you put on a sundress that was cute yet sultry. The gentle fabric clung to your body, yet flowed beautifully to accentuate your waist and legs. Your collarbones were on display, your flesh taunting the male gaze.
With some time to spare, you walk back out to the living room and join your two friends and roommates as you wait for your boyfriend to pick you up.
“Is Assumu picking you up tonight?”, Oikawa scoffs, his eyes never leaving the TV.
Kuroo flashes you a glance, “You’re looking like that? For him?” he adds in shock, “now that’s just insulting to us…”
“It’s Atsumu, Tōru,” you correct him, emphasizing both syllables in his name, “but you know that already, I’m sure you’ve heard me moan it a few times.” you smirk, knowing exactly how to get on his nerves. The boys hated each other, the reason unbeknownst to you.
“Hmm? Oh, no I don’t think I have,” he flashes you a grin, “must not be that good in bed.”
“Tetsurō would sound much better, don’t you think?” Kuroo asks his friend, as if you’re not even in the room.
“Marginally.”, his face drops.
Your face immediately gets hot and blushes.
Fuck.
The two of them have been your best friends since you started university. The three of you were inseparable, like some weird platonic yet flirty throuple.
Girls on campus would constantly shoot you dirty looks when you’d walk between the two volleyball stars. Looks? Honestly, more so glares. Those who didn’t know you saw them as the school’s heroes, and you as their little groupie.
If they did know you, they’d know that the three of you were just attached to the hip. More so Kuroo and Oikawa attached themselves to either side of you, like some fucked up Siamese triplet situation.
But they were your friends nonetheless, and you loved them.
Ah. Well. You’d be lying if you said they weren’t also two of the most annoyingly handsome and charming guys in the Milky Way. The types of guys that are born once in a generation, and somehow there’s fucking two of them. Like a true anomaly.
The 6’4” setter and 6’5” middle blocker treated you like their sister.
Well, uh, step sister, maybe.
Although they incessantly poked fun at you, you could dish it back just as well. They protected you, but would also make weird flirty comments just to make you blush and stutter, since they knew it made you nervous and reactive.
“I don’t know why you guys hate him so much,” you mutter, annoyed at why they couldn’t just all get along.
“He always talks mad shit when we play them, and then loses like a little bitch.” Kuroo explains.
“And cause he’s ugly.” Oikawa adds, nodding in confirmation
You deadpan at him, as if silently scolding a child. A grown ass man-child.
“I just don’t trust him Y/n-chan~~!” he whines defensively, to which you can only roll your eyes.
“Keep rolling your eyes like that, maybe you’ll even find a brain back there.” Kuroo chirps at you.
“Bet Mr. Frosted Tips has never made you roll your eyes back like that…” Oikawa mutters in annoyance.
“Yeah, what’s up with his stupid hair anyway, tell him to tone that shit.” Kuroo adds.
“Tone it? Who taught you that?” you ask the boy, “Ran through. For the streets.”
Kuroo gasps dramatically at your insult.
“Don’t listen to her Tetsu,” Oikawa defends his best friend, “Y/n looks like she’s about to start her shift on the corner.”
You snort at his joke, “Yeah? Sad cause you could never even afford me.”
“That’s because I know I could get it for free.”, Oikawa smirks mischievously.
Fuck. Is it suddenly really hot in here? Your face is burning.
You shuffle in your seat, adjusting your dress and pulling it down slightly as a good excuse to look down so they don’t see your face.
“Whatever. I wanna look good so I can get some tonight. We haven’t really… done it in a while….”, you admit bashfully.
“Is he gay?”, Oikawa blurts out, “Not that there’s anything wrong with that! But no normal straight man would be able to keep his hands off of you.” he trails off, “Hell, not even a gay man could, probably.”
“Hey, Tōru?”, you call for him.
“Mmm?”, he hums.
“Does your ass ever get jealous of all the shit that comes out of your mouth?”
Oikawa giggles at your comment, “Oh Y/n-chan~~, how I wish I could shut that little mouth of yours up sometimes!” his saccharine smile sending shivers down your spine.
You gulp at his comment.
“Anyway, where’s Guy Fieri taking you for your little date? Better be somewhere nice with you looking like that,” Kuroo inquires, changing the subject.
“Man, don’t insult Guy Fieri like that.” Oikawa tuts.
“He’s taking me to Kozue, actually.” you boast proudly, interrupting their little bickering.
Kuroo nearly chokes, “That punk can afford that? Ain’t no way.”
“Tetsuuuuuu~~?” Oikawa sing-songs.
“Toooruuuuu~~?” Kuroo chimes back.
“Are you busy later?” he asks his friend.
“Why, it just so happens my schedule is totally free! Why do you ask?” Kuroo indulges him.
“I’m feeling like going out for dinner tonight.” Oikawa ponders out loud.
“You know what, Tōru? Me too,” Kuroo agrees, nodding confidently.
“I actually know the owner’s daughter from Kozue, I could easily get us a table for two with a romantic view with a quick phone call,” Oikawa smirks, not even looking at you. But he knows you’re staring at him. Intently.
Of course he knows her.
Whore.
“You wouldn’t dare.” you glare at him, shooting daggers at the back of his… perfectly tousled head of hair.
“Oh don’t flatter yourself Y/n-chan!” Oikawa looks at you pitifully, “They have the best sashimi, and I’m really craving it right now.”
“I’ve never been Tōru! I’ve simply been dying to try it.” Kuroo turns to him, emphasizing.
This was pure torture.
“I’ve always wanted to eat sushi off of a woman’s nude body,” Oikawa shares candidly, “Maybe the owner’s daughter would be down for double the fun tonight!” he taunts you mercilessly, Kuroo shooting him a shit-eating grin in return.
“You’re not being serious right now, are you?” you beckon at the two idiots.
“Why, you’d rather it be you?”, Kuroo inquires.
Yes.
“I- no I- ew Tetsu!”, your eyes widen at the sentiment, cheeks blushing a fiery crimson.
“See, my name does sound better coming from her, I knew it!” Kuroo brags proudly, yet still, taunting you painfully.
If only the Earth would open up and swallow you whole in this instant.
*ding*
Thankfully, your phone ringing interrupts the inappropriate conversation.
“Ah, I think he’s here.” you announce, seeing Atsumu’s name pop up on your phone.
Kuroo hums, “Make sure you use protection!”
“Matter of fact, maybe double up. Wouldn’t want a mini Atsumu running around, God forbid.” Oikawa shivers at the thought.
All of a sudden your face drops.
- Hey baby, sorry I can’t make it tonight, I’m feeling kinda sick :( -
You felt a pang of guilt for the disappointment you felt in the moment. Here he was, sick at home, and you’re sulking because you got all ready and were excited to go out with him.
So, like any good girlfriend, you offered to come to him and take care of him.
- Aww :(( let me come over, I’ll take care of u! make u some soupppp :)) -
I’ll be ur personal nurse ;) -
Maybe this night could still be saved after all. You could even put on your sexy nurse costume from last Halloween.
Almost instantly he replies back to you.
- Ah don’t worry about me! I don’t wanna get u sick baby :(( -
- *1 attachment* -
Aw. He sent you a cute little photo of him tucked into bed. He looked like he was napping, his hair a bit ruffled. Probably from tussling in his sleep.
You hold your finger down on the picture, seeing as it’s a live photo.
Audio plays in the background, “Babyyyyy come onnnnn!”, a female voice whines. At the last split second a woman's hand with long acrylics finds itself on his chest.
Kuroo and Oikawa subtly turn their gaze at you apprehensively.
He must not have realized it was live.
That motherfucker.
Your face sulks entirely. Unsure whether to feel sad or simply pure unbridled rage.
So, naturally, you feel both.
“I’m gonna fucking kill him.” you mutter under your breath.
Hot tears stream down your face as you try to pace your breathing. You’re not even crying really, it just fucking stings. The heat on your face is unbearable, you feel as though your skin is on fire, and for all the wrong reasons.
Kuroo and Oikawa look at each other in confusion, not sure what to do. Are you angry? Are you going crazy? They can’t tell either.
That is, until your shoulders sag, and the tears don’t stop.
“He’s cheating on me.”, you announce pathetically.
Their faces go ghostly white at the news.
So much so that they pause their game to pay attention to you.
Wiping your tears you press his contact, calling him.
After a few rings, he answers the phone.
“Y/n, hi baby, I’m s-”
“Save that for someone who cares. We’re done here.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play dumb with me Atsumu, look at the fucking live you sent me.”
“Baby, I promise, that’s my uh, sister!” does he think you’re stupid? He doesn’t even have a sister!
“Sister? Right, well, hope she enjoys your little baby carrot dick. Enjoy!” you finish as you hang up the phone.
“Damn, double homicide.”, Kuroo breaks the awkward silence.
You look up at him through teary eyes before the floodgates open.
“Good job idiot,” Oikawa says annoyedly, “Come here Y/n-chan.” he says, motioning to his thigh.
You’re apprehensive, but fuck it, might as well find solace in this moment. Lord knows you need a hug.
You walk up over to where he’s sitting and you sit sideways over his thighs, wrapping your arms around his neck as he hugs you. His hand caresses your back, as he shushes you.
Your feet don’t even touch the ground, that’s how fucking tall he is even sitting down. Goosebumps manifest all over your body as his fingertips ghost your exposed skin.
You straighten out, letting go of his neck, only to be greeted by Kuroo. Standing over the two of you, he takes his thumb and wipes the tears from your face.
He frowns sincerely, “Awh, Y/n…” your friend coos.
Shifting slightly in Oikawa’s lap, you feel something prod your hip.
Was he…?
“Tōru, are- are you hard right now?” you squeal.
His face goes bright red, “Hey! You’re sitting on my lap in that short little dress… Plus it’s not my fault you look so hot when you cry.” he admits.
“She does look hot like this… Although I do wanna kill that loser for making her cry.” Kuroo adds to your defense.
You look down, crying less, but your face is getting hot again at the comments they're making.
Kuroo starts stroking your hair. And, although weird, it felt, good? Like, really good. Comforting, but also weirdly, erotic? Fuck. Should you be thinking things like this right now?
“Y/n-chan, how about we make you feel better?” Oikawa suggests.
“Make me… feel better?” you inquire, unsure of what that entails.
Kuroo and Oikawa look at each other with feigned sincerity.
“Mhm, let us take care of you!” Kuroo chirps as his hand makes its way to caress your jaw, stroking your cheek with his thumb.
You look up at him doe-eyed, as you process what’s happening. He doesn’t mean… No… Right?
“It would be such a shame to put this outfit to waste, don’t you agree?” Oikawa chimes in, the hand that was once stroking your back now skimming the outside of your thigh, as your dress lifts ever so slightly.
“Uh, I um…” you stutter. This was wrong. This was so fucking wrong! You had just ended things with your cheating boyfriend, which you haven't even had the time or peace to process. So why did it feel so right?
“What kind of friends would we be if we left you all alone to your devices after that piece of shit did that to you?” Kuroo argues, his thumb moving over to graze your bottom lip, tugging it down slightly, sending a shiver down your spine again.
“All done up, hair done, makeup, all for that conniving little fuck,” Oikawa says, “Well, not like I don’t plan on ruining it when I’m done with you, but! That’s beside the point.” he grins smugly.
Your eyes go wide at his statement. Surely they were just playing with you? They’re just your friends! What the fuck was going on. Why were you trembling, your heart was pounding out of your chest, praying they couldn’t hear how fucking loud it was. It might as well rip out of your chest and right into their palms.
“I- this is wrong you guys, I-” you keep stuttering, frankly because you weren’t sure. But fuck did Oikawa’s fingertips feel so good gliding across your exposed skin. You could only imagine what his dexterous digits would feel like inside of you.
Oikawa moves your hair from your neck as his lips ghost your earlobe.
“Mmm your mouth is saying one thing but your body is saying another Y/n-chan~~.” he coos in your ear.
He takes your earlobe between his teeth before pulling gently, and you have to subdue a moan from coming out.
“Th-this is wrong! You guys are my f-friends, j-just friends!” you squeal, trying to wiggle your way free.
“Hey hey hey, shhhh Y/n-chan!” Kuroo holds you gently by the jaw, “We would never do something you wouldn’t like, right Tōru?”
“Mhm, we’re best friends after all,” his friend replies, “We just wanna take care of you, make you feel good tonight.”
“After all, wasn’t it you who said you guys haven’t fucked in a while?” Kuroo looks deeply into your eyes.
“Tetsu!”, you whine again at how vulgar he’s being all of a sudden. As you try to turn your face from embarrassment, he pulls it right back.
“Alright, fine, it does sound better than… his name.”, Oikawa rolls his eyes, to which his friend offers a proud grin.
“I bet you’re wet just at the thought of us fucking you, aren’t you Y/n-chan?” Kuroo gives you a curious smile, eyes wide in anticipation. God his voice was so deep, smooth, your name sounded like pure lust coming from his full lips.
“I- you’re, you’re wrong.” you argue, even though you know it’s a lie. Honestly, you’ve been wet ever since you sat down in Oikawa’s lap, but they don’t need to know that.
“Mmm, I think you’re lying to me!” Kuroo exclaims, “Shall we test that theory out?”
You shake your head in protest, knowing that this torture, the way he’s degrading you is only making you more wet and flustered by the moment.
“Tsk tsk, how about this, if you are, you let us do anything to you,” Kuroo suggests, “And if not, we’ll stop, and forget this ever happened, hmm?”
You look up at him with your bambi eyes, not allowing him, but also not explicitly denying him access to your soaking core.
“Mmm, I have a feeling I’m gonna like what I feel.” Kuroo croons. Oikawa slightly pulls your thighs apart for Kuroo to dip his deft fingers in.
You turn your head and nuzzle it into Oikawa’s shoulder, far too embarrassed and ashamed at what's going on.
“Aww! Look at her, she’s so so cute when she’s being so bashful!” Oikawa coos at you.
Your face is extremely hot, and an entire fucking colony of butterflies is doing acrobatics in your belly right now, you might just throw up from the tension and embarrassment.
Two of Kuroo’s long fingers make their way towards your dripping cunt, and they’re met with absolutely no resistance.
“Oh, you’re a dirty little slut Y/n-chan!” Kuroo offers you a shit-eating grin, “She’s not wearing any panties, so naughty!” he yelps excitedly.
Oikawa gasps dramatically, “You wore no panties to meet with him? Shame, shame!” he sing-songs. But fuck if he wasn’t excited. Especially since you’re done with Atsumu, they can have you to themselves.
But you can’t bear to look at either of them.
“Look at how wet she is,” Kuroo puts his two fingers up glistening with your juices, before he put them in his mouth, licking them clean, “Mmm, fuck, you’re deliciously sweet.”
His fingers find their way back to your soaking pussy, swiping between your slit again, causing you to tremble.
“Here Tōru~~, have a taste!” Kuroo says before putting his two fingers into his friend's willing and open mouth. Oikawa sucks them perfectly clean while humming contently.
“Tastes just as heavenly as I thought it would.” he hums.
Oikawa grabs you by the waist and swiftly turns your body so you’re still on his lap, just facing forward for easier access.
Kuroo kneels down as Oikawa spreads his own thighs apart, revealing you to his friend. His hands bunch up the material of your dress higher up your hips.
You instinctively push your knees together in some sort of half-assed protest.
“Aht aht! Remember our deal sweet little Y/n?” Kuroo smiles greedily as your glistening pussy is on full display for him to devour.
“Tetsu I- ah!”, you squeal as he dives his tongue between your slit, causing you to jolt in surprise.
He licks up your slit a few times, teasing ever so much.
Kuroo holds your thighs open as his tongue makes quick work of you.
His merciless teasing causes you to squirm in Oikawa’s lap, as the brunette plays with your breasts over your dress. You lean back so you’re flush against his chest, your head dropping onto his shoulder.
“Fuck, Y/n, you’re making me so hard when you wiggle your cute little ass like that.” he chuckles.
“I- I -ah- didn’t m-mean to-” you manage to say through the intense pleasure.
“Oh but I think you did! A naughty girl like yourself,” Oikawa teases you.
“Mmm,” Kuroo hums against you, causing a shiver down your spine from the vibrations.
Finally, his tongue pushes through your slit and into your hole, to which you moan audibly for the first time.
Kuroo laughs at how pathetic you are, as he envelops your clit between his supple lips and sucks gently, causing our body to convulse.
“A-ah, Tetsuuuu!” you moan out instinctively. Your face is bright red from the embarrassment.
Oikawa annoyedly turns to your neck, as his lips place wet kisses against it, sucking and nibbling on your sweet spot.
“That’ll be my name you’re crying out next. I promise you it’ll be even louder,” Oikawa whispers, and you can feel his angry smirk against your earlobe.
As Kuroo continues his assault on your already swollen pussy, Oikawa takes your breasts out of your dress. He pushes two of his fingers into your mouth, coating them with saliva as he proceeds to twirl your nipple between them, squeezing the plush fat of your breast.
You’re already feeling overstimulated. Frankly, Atusmu was never one for foreplay, so you never knew you could feel this fucking good.
As if hearing your thoughts, Kuroo plunges one of his fingers inside you, pumping in and out.
“Fuck, you’re so tight it feels like you’re gonna swallow my whole hand.” Kuroo says in awe, admiring your glistening sex.
He adds a second finger, causing you to moan nonsensically, as you try to catch your breath. His mouth continues licking and sucking and licking and sucking tirelessly as his fingers set a relentless pace.
You close your eyes in overstimulation and pleasure and you lean into Oikawa.
All of a sudden, you feel his fingers grasp your hair at the back of your hair, pulling you out from his neck.
You hear your phone ringing, but you leave it, this is all you can focus on right now and you don’t want this moment to end.
“Nuh uh, open your eyes Y/n, I want you to look at Tetsu and what he’s doing to you,” Oikawa demands as he holds your head in place, “Look at how hard he’s working! What do we say, Y/n-chan?” he croons.
The feeling of him pulling at your scalp is painful, yet euphoric, “T-thank you, Te-tetsu,” your eyebrows knit together as he goes impossibly faster, and you can’t bear it.
“I, I can’t, ah! Tetsu, I can’t, I ca-” you whine.
“Oh you can, and you will, ‘cause you’re a good girl for me, aren’t you Y/n?”
You simply nod, unable to use your words.
Oikawa’s free hand meanders to your neck, pressing on either side of it, his large hand choking you. You can feel yourself tearing up from the stimulation, along with Oikawa’s grasp around your throat.
“Since you don’t wanna use your words, you’ve lost that privilege.” your sweet friend punishes you.
The loss of blood flow is making you slightly lightheaded, but it’s as if all that blood is going straight to your pussy, and almost instantly you’re cumming harder than you ever have in your life. Oikawa only tightens both grips on you as you do, amplifying the sensation.
A single tear escapes your eyes, Oikawa leaning towards your face before he licks it away. His sinister smile was enough to make you shudder.
A strangled moan escapes you, truly an ungodly, almost animalistic sound.
Kuroo laps up all of your juices, as if he’d just played a 3 hour game and was severely dehydrated. He didn’t waste a single drop.
“T-thank you.” you muster out breathily, your body drooping.
“Wait, you didn’t think that was it, did you?” Oikawa questions you, more so rhetorically.
“It, it’s not?” you ask, half afraid of the answer.
Kuroo’s face is gleaming with your juices, as he leans into your face, kissing you deeply and sensually. You can taste yourself on his lips, surprisingly sweet. You lean into it, kissing him back as he moans in response.
Oikawa lifts you effortlessly, before placing you down on the ground. You were grateful for the break, but now you had two impossibly tall men looming over you predatorily. You felt small, like a fawn being cornered.
“Nice job down there.” Oikawa praises his friend.
“Aw, hey, thanks, couldn’t have done it without you!” Kuroo chirps.
“You know what they say, teamwork makes the dream work!”
Meanwhile, you’re still sitting down on your knees, not sure what to expect, watching the two idiots banter. Maybe they should just kiss.
“Well?” Oikawa looks down at you and questions.
At a loss for words, all you can do is look back up at them.
“Don’t you want to thank us?” Kuroo adds.
“We haven’t even fucked her yet and she’s already cockdrunk.” Oikawa laughs.
“Let me help you out, Y/n-chan,” Kuroo says as he pulls his throbbing dick out of his pants, and grabs your chin.
Your eyes grow wide at the sheer size of the thing. You didn’t know what to expect, like, obviously they were tall, but holy fuck that thing was like the size of a baby’s arm.
He slaps your cheek with his piece, “Say ‘ahh’!” to which you open your mouth slightly as he pushes the tip in. It was salty, already leaking precum.
Oikawa strokes himself over his sweats for a moment before unsheathing his dick as well. Holy fuck. Could his possibly be even bigger? It was definitely thicker. Where the fuck is he going with that thing? Before you have any time to panic, Oikawa tries to push his tip into your mouth at the same time.
You can barely fit them both in like that, just the tips. You moan at the sensation, feeling so, so fucking full, it was so perverse.
“God her moans sound so much sweeter now that we’re the reason, hey?” Kuroo says, looking over to his friend.
Oikawa grabs the back of your head to try and fit the two of them even deeper, but it’s futile, they’re too fucking big, and you’re too small.
“Honestly, I’ve jerked off a few times to her moaning through the walls, wishing it was me over top of her instead.” Oikawa admits. The man was too fucking honest sometimes.
“Really? Me too!” Kuroo says in return excitedly, “Maybe we were jerking off at the same time.” the two of them laugh before dapping each other up.
Your eyes go wide in embarrassment, were the walls really that thin? Also, hello? Why were they chatting so casually when you had both of their dicks in your mouth?
You pop Kuroo out before spitting into your hand, stroking him, as your mouth envelopes Oikawa. He tilts his head back, revealing the muscular column of his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulps.
As your hand makes work of Kuroo, alternating between stroking his shaft and massaging his balls, you take Oikawa deep into your throat. He can’t control himself, your plush little mouth feels so good wrapped around his dick that his hips start bucking into you softly, causing you to gag.
“Fuck, that’s right, good fucking girl.” Oikawa groans gutturally as you bob your head up and down, as he bruises your throat.
You let him out of your mouth with a pop, before licking Kuroo’s shaft from bottom to tip, and finally hollowing out your cheeks as you suck him off too. Each boy grabs a fistfull of your hair, pulling at it.
“Ha ha, handlebars.” Oikawa grins from ear to ear. Idiot.
You keep alternating between the two boys, putting in all the work that Atsumu never let you. He would just go straight to intercourse most times, and then would fall asleep, no matter how much you wanted to try to please him.
By now you were a moaning, shaking, choking, gagging mess, with mascara and spit running down your face.
When you’re back on Oikawa, he grabs all of your hair before thrusting hard and deep, causing you to gag on him and cough, but he doesn’t let up.
You were turning him on so much he fully lost control, bucking his hips into your mouth and throat fucking you mercilessly. You swear you felt his dick hit your lungs, that's how deep he was going. He was relentless, so much so that there were tears streaming down your face from the lack of airflow and pain you were experiencing, but you fucking loved it.
It was so fucking hot how he was using you as his own personal toy, you, only you were the one that can make him feel like this. You felt like you were doing a good job, and he was praising you accordingly.
“Fuck, God you’re such a good little whore, aren’t you? A good fucking whore for us, ah, fuck, just like that” he says as his hips stutter, he feels like he’s going to cum, so he releases you. You start coughing, simply from all the spit in your throat. Your face is equally as coated. Oikawa grabs your cheeks in both of his hands, looking at you dotingly, before his lips crash into your swollen ones.
Your phone rings again in the distance, but you can’t be arsed to answer it.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful like that,” Oikawa admits, “Is it fucked up how hard I get when you cry?” he laughs, looking over to his friend.
“I wanna make her cry even harder.” Kuroo shoots you a Cheshire grin, and you’re both frightened and excited.
“Weren’t you guys-“ you clear your throat from all the spit before you can continue speaking, “Weren’t you guys just mad at Atsumu for making me cry?” you give them an incredulous look.
“Yeah but that’s different, this is from pleasure! Oh, and well, from the size of my cock.” Kuroo replies, caressing your cheek.
“God, Y/n, I’ll be honest. If I hear his name from your pretty little lips one more time I’m gonna have to shove my dick so far down your throat you forget how to speak.” Oikawa’s cheeky grin turns serious, his gaze darkening into something even more feral than before.
You gulp to yourself knowing he never makes empty threats. But fuck did that excite you, it made you want to test that theory out.
“Time to see if your pussy is as tight as I’ve been dreaming of.” Oikawa states, a dark glint in his eyes.
Tōru picks you up from the ground, wrapping one arm around your waist as you instinctively hold onto him with your legs. Surprisingly, he takes you to your bedroom, Kuroo following closely behind.
Throwing you onto the bed, the two boys admire your breasts bouncing as you adjust yourself. Your pussy was throbbing, still feeling empty after they made you come the first time. Knees together, shielding your wet, glistening cunt from their view.
It felt like a scene out of National Geographic, two predators playing with their prey before they devour it.
The two boys loomed over you, stroking themselves with glistening precum all over their tips. You’re frozen in place, like a deer in headlights. Naïve like a fawn.
Kuroo walks over to you before ripping your dress open, the delicate buttons flying across the room. You elicit a surprised gasp, both from shock and arousal.
“Hey you dick! I liked that dress…” you protest, covering your bare breasts with your hands as the fabric drapes down your elbows. You felt like you were a doll on display, never having felt this exposed or noticed, especially not by two guys at once.
“Such fighting words, Y/n, tsk tsk. That just won’t do.” Kuroo reprimands you, grabbing you by the chin, “Gonna have to teach you some respect.” he says, your eyes go wide at the prospect.
He lets go of your face before placing a soft smack on your cheek, the light sting turning you in even more.
Getting up off the bed, Kuroo stands at the edge before he grabs your ankles, pulling you with him. You can’t help but yelp from excitement.
Pulling your legs up onto his shoulders, he grabs his dick before smacking it on your swollen pussy, causing you to jerk from the sensation. The teasing was all too much. Your intrusive thoughts said to kick him in retribution and defiance, but alas, you controlled yourself, for now.
He rubs his pink tip all over your lips, dragging it across your clit making you even wetter, if that was even possible.
Oh God, do you ask for a condom? You and Atsumu always used protection. But then again, a blessing in more ways than one since he was fucking cheating on you. Fuck it, you wanted to feel it, all of it.
“Fuck Tōru, she’s soaked!” the dark haired boy announced excitedly as Oikawa strokes himself.
You arch your back, lifting your butt off the bed to try and relieve some tension, but Kuroo holds your hips down.
“Aht aht,” Oikawa sounds, “Did we forget our manners?” he asks, to which you audibly groan.
“Wh- I- ugh, just put it in already!” you yelp in frustration, covering your face with your palms.
The two boys look at each other in confusion.
“That didn’t sound very nice, now did it?” Oikawa asks his friend.
Kuroo fake pouts, “No, it hurt my feelings if I’m being quite honest. Like, I’m not just some piece of meat, y’know?”
“You- what?!” you protest, as if they haven’t been treating you like a whore the past thirty minutes! The audacity these two fuckers have.
“Y/n-chan, let’s fix our attitude and try again.” Oikawa suggests, and as you open your mouth to protest, his long, deft fingers start caressing your sensitive clit, causing you to let out an involuntary moan.
“Fuck! Fine, please?” your eyes shut in embarrassment, not being able to bear their smugness.
“Weird, did you hear something?” Kuroo says.
“Hmm, no, I don’t think I did.” Oikawa shakes his head in agreement.
“Ugh!” you groan and writhe in frustration, “Tetsu, please, please fuck me. Pleaseee?” you force out, knowing they can play this game all damn night.
“Oh! Well why didn’t you just say that in the first place?” Kuroo says. That cocky, conniving, conceited motherfuc- “Aahhhh-” he interrupts your train of thought by plunging deep inside you.
Oh god. He was so fucking big, sliding in and out with ease, stretching you into oblivion.
His large biceps wrapped themselves around your legs, holding you close.
You open your eyes briefly only to witness the two boys kissing, fuck if it didn’t turn you on even more. They pull away to focus on you, a string of saliva still connecting their mouths.
“Fuck.” you whisper, as Kuroo keeps pounding into you.
“God you’re taking me so well, s-so fucking tight for me.” Kuroo grunts out, “Can’t believe she was keeping this cute little pussy from us all this time.” he says to his buddy.
Oikawa lays on the bed next to you, leaning up on his forearm before rubbing your nipples with his free hands, the sensitive buds yearning for his touch.
“So fucking soft…” he groans, his gaze lasered onto your taut body, your nipples tightening.
Playing with your breast with one hand, he envelops your other nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it, nibbling, and pulling it between his lips and teeth.
As Kuroo fucks you senseless, Oikawa grabs at your waist and breasts, sucking a trail up to your neck, surely to leave marks. Making his way to your mouth, he squeezes the sides of your neck before attacking your swollen lips with his own, your tongues gliding over each other, breathing in the air from each other's lungs.
“I’m going to fucking ruin you, my sweet, sweet little girl.” he breathes into your mouth, causing you to whine, unsure if in defiance or acquiescence.
As the two of you kiss, Oikawa’s hand makes its way down your delicate body, his fingers spreading your wetness all over your clit. Unlike every other unskilled troglodyte of a man you've had intimate experiences with, he went painstakingly slow. Caressing you in a tantalizing circular motion, instead of competing for world’s worst DJ.
“Ah- ahh- fuck, Tōru! ‘S too much, I-” your body tries to wriggle free from the overstimulation as Kuroo holds you down, fucking you deeper into the mattress, your fingers digging into Oikawa’s back and biceps, leaving semi circle marks in the shape of your nails.
“Ah, fuck, I can feel your pussy tightening around me. Come for us, baby, one more time.” Kuroo coos at you, coaxing another orgasm from you.
And lo and behold, merely moments later you’re calling out to God, Kuroo, Oikawa, begging for mercy, and everything in between as you ride out your orgasm.
Your legs drop as Kuroo pulls out of you before finishing all over your lower stomach.
“Fuck, I wasn’t planning on coming so soon, she’s just so fucking tight man.” Kuroo says, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.
Kuroo steps back to admire your painted tummy, “How the fuck are you still hard?” you ask him, breathless, sweaty, sore, sticky, soaking wet.
“How the fuck are you so fucking sexy?” he refutes. You roll your eyes at his cheesy comment, but what else would you expect from him.
Oikawa gets up from beside you, and you immediately feel his absence, the heat from his warm body that imprinted into you.
Oh God. Oh fuck. You grow nervous as Oikawa stalks forwards towards you, instinctually closing your knees. You felt bashful all of a sudden, under the scrutiny of their hungry gazes.
He pries your legs open before settling in between them, his piece looking painfully hard. God, you couldn’t wait for him to fill you, but you were already so swollen and sore from Kuroo.
With his long fingers, he gathers his friends cum before pushing it inside of you, eliciting a gasp. Fuck, you didn’t think that would turn you on as much as it did.
Lining up his tip with your entrance, you feel him holding his breath before pushing in agonizingly slow, allowing you to adjust to his size.
Your eyebrows knit together in a mix of pain and pleasure as you feel him bottom out.
Your phone rings again, before Kuroo sighs in annoyance, “Who the fuck is that and what could they possibly want right now?” he says before running to the living room to retrieve it.
Oikawa skillfully flips you over onto your stomach, before pulling you up against his body, one arm around your waist, the other around your throat. He drives into you from behind as he peppers your neck with kisses and bites, leaving you with marks.
“It’s that fuckin’ dickhead.” Kuroo announces, your phone in hand. “If only he knew what we were doing you, our little slut.” he schemes proudly.
Tossing himself on the bed, he leans back against the headboard as Oikawa drops you down on your hands and knees.
Lifting you even higher by your hips he causes your back to arch even more, hitting a new, deeper angle. All you could let out was a cacophony of moans, gasps, and the occasional scream.
Grabbing Kuroo’s length in hand, you licked from base to tip, before swirling our tongue around him.
Putting him in your mouth, Oikawa’s thrusts had you taking Kuroo deeper and deeper, causing you to gag.
“God, who knew your mouth was good for more than just talking shit.” he grins at you.
“You’re lucky I don’t bite it off you piec-” you’re cut off by the boy pushing himself into your mouth.
Your phone rings again, notifying that you received a string of text messages.
“What’s your password?” you hear Kuroo ask.
Immediate panic sets in. No fucking way were they doing anything with your phone!
You shake your head no, mumbling protests with his dick in your mouth.
All you can see through your watery eyes is him shooting Tōru the most diabolical of grins, before you feel his friend's palm in your hair, pulling your entire head up. Kuroo holds the phone out, unlocking it with your face.
“You guys are fucking crazy!” you protest, “Don’t do a-ah- fuck, anything stupid, oh god-” except you’re rudely interrupted by Oikawa plowing into you.
“‘She’s… busy… bro…’ Aaand send!” he says with a smile.
“Oh my god! You guys are assholes!” you say, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t secretly love it. Serves him fucking right.
Almost immediately your phone rings, your eyes grow wide in panic before Kuroo answers, “Hey hey hey!” is all you hear, the other line is muffled but you could hear yelling.
“Sorry, who is this?” he says into your phone, “Atsumu, Atsumu… Hmm, doesn’t ring a bell!” you groan in annoyance.
He grabs your head and puts himself back into your mouth. This was so fucking degrading, but you were thriving, feeling physical pleasure, and also pleased that you were getting some sort of revenge.
“Oh, Y/n? Yeah, I wasn’t lying, she’s busy, but I’ll put her on the phone.” Kuroo says before putting him on speaker, placing the phone against your ear.
“Y/n, baby, please, who was that, what the fuck is going on, let’s work this out!” Atsumu begs, the only sounds coming from you were muffled gags and moans, as Oikawa decided on cue to play with your sensitive bud in this inopportune moment.
“You fucking stupid whor-” is all you hear before Kuroo snatches the phone off speaker, “Aaaand unfortunately that’s all the time we have! That was really fucking pathetic, by the way. See you on the court next Friday asshat!” he ends the call and throws your phone off onto the bed.
God it was so perverse and depraved, being filled by your best friends. One has many holes for a reason, I suppose.
“You’re gonna cum for us again, Y/n.” Oikawa demanded.
You groaned because you weren’t sure you’d be able to, until he sped up with his thrusts and fingers on your clit.
“Oh fuck, Tōru, s’good-” you moan as he leans over you, his chest flush against your back.
“That’s right baby, come for us, ah- fuck, come with both of us inside you.” he coaxes you, before pushing you over the edge. Your climax hits you so hard you see spots behind your closed eyes, your entire body tensing and shaking.
Kuroo caresses your face as you feel Oikawa finish inside you, animalistic grunts escaping his lips. Your body finally falls limp, you’re spent and exhausted.
“Holy fuck.” Kuroo says.
“Holy fuck indeed.” you agree, chiming in breathlessly.
“Um, not that your egos need any more stroking but, that was the first time I’ve ever had unprotected sex.” you groan internally. But fuck, it felt good, and you’d do it again.
“God I fucking love you Y/n-chan!” Kuroo says, pulling you up towards him, holding you in his arms.
“Me too.” Oikawa admits, to which you shoot a questioning glare, “Hey, you never know who wants to entrap me with a baby!”
“Right…” you roll your eyes. Of fucking course he’d think that.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” Kuroo chimes in before standing up, picking you up with him.
“We gotta work on your stamina if you’re gonna keep up with us, by the way.” Oikawa informs you.
“K-keep up with you?” you question.
“You didn’t think this was gonna be a one-off, did you?” he laughs at your confused face.
Oh. God.