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non proofread drabble of kazu watching you and fuyu fucking on surveillance :D

tonight was just another ordinary work evening. the shelves had been stacked, the legs had been placed in their night hampers and all that was left to do was lock up the tills and the doors to head home. that’s how kazutora thought his night would go, but chifuyu seemed to have other plans. where had he been for the last half an hour? kazu had done the evening routine ready for lock up all on his own but his colleague and best friend was nowhere to be seen, nor had he been for a while. it was 15 minutes to closing, and kazu was getting pretty annoyed with his counterpart. he didn’t want to have to stay any later than he had to, wanting to lock up and go home to his long awaited bed and kitten at home. fuck. had chifuyu already gone home? no, he couldn’t have, his keys were still in the behind his counter. where the fuck was he? and what the fuck was he doing right before lock up?

having had enough of waiting, kazutora began making his way to the surveillance room to see for himself just what his partner was doing. hopping into the surveillance chair, he quickly entered the password and opened up the shop floor cameras. chifuyu, chifuyu, chifuyu, nope. not on the shop floor. maybe he was in one of the break rooms passed out again? he always ended up napping in there. one, two, ah here we go. opening up the camera footage with a click he finds his friend pretty quickly, chifuyu was in one of the old break rooms like he had predicted. what kazu hasn’t predicted though was that you’d be in there with fuyu, or what you two would be doing. the camera quality wasn’t the best, the cameras in the break rooms were old and had been unused for years, but he knew what he was looking at. his friend was ducking his girlfriend on their break room, on the clock no less. he could barely believe his eyes. he knew chifuyu had a girlfriend, he talked about it every chance he got, but to be fucking you on the clock? while anyone could be watching or walk in? god, were you both crazy? he the thinks, his hand slowly creeping towards his clothed cock, strained hard against his work slacks. god, was he crazy? he had to be, he was hard as a rock seeing his friend fucking his girlfriend. he should look away, he should leave and give you both some privacy, he shouldn’t stay in there any longer, yet he can’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from the small screen.

your face was pressed up against the door, fist full of hair in chifuyus hands as he drove his cock into you. fuck, you looked so good. he could see your mascara smearing down your cheeks, lip between your teeth as you were presumably trying to keep quiet. after a few minutes of gawking at your fucked out expression kazutora finally placed a hand around his cock, slowly fisting himself to the video i front of him. he shouldn’t be doing this. he should stop, but he can’t, his precum providing a delicious slick to his movements as he pictured himself being the one to fuck you. what kind of face would you make if he was fucking you? god he wanted to know. his movements were becoming sloppy, frantic, desperate, as he felt his orgasm approaching. fuck, he didn’t want to cum yet, a sick part of him wanted to cum along with you. he temporarily halted his movements with a hearty groan, willing to wait until he could see you fall apart before he too finished. he really should stop, should have stopped so long ago, but he was in too deep now. so entranced by the video in-front of him all logical thinking was thrown out the window as he began fucking into his fist again. whines began spilling out from his lips trapped between his teeth as he tried so hard to savour this image in his mind. the way you took hi- chifuyus cock, the way your eyes were barely able to stay open and your mouth was now agape. fuck, you’re so pretty. how he wished it was his cock driving into you, his hand in your hair as he was mouthing at your neck. god, the image alone is enough to make his stomach form that familiar knot. he was so close, so so close. he didn’t want to cum yet, he wanted to wait for you to cum first but fuck you were just so hot he couldn’t help himself. barely 10 minutes in and he was already spilling himself inside his boxers, head thrown back in pure bliss as he pictured your tight walls around him instead of his fist, your name dripping from his lips like a mantra. holy shit, he was fucked. he was so fucked, god, what had he just done? unlucky for him, just as he was gaining some form of clarity he looked back at the screen and saw you guys had finally finished up. groaning at the mess in his pants he tried to hurry to the bathroom before he ran into you two, knowing he definitely would not be able to handle looking at either of you right now or ever. he thought you guys were the crazy ones, but now he’s starting to think maybe he isn’t far off himself. either way, he will definitely be stopping by the surveillance room again in the future. for safety reasons, of course. yeah, safety reasons.

i keep thinking abt your shinsuke x “”natural”” reader nd my mind tells me omi not only wouldn’t give a shit abt body hair ;; but he would encourage you to grow it out 😵‍💫😵‍💫

kiyoomi full bush enthusiast brrr

cw: afab, gender neutral, & hairy reader

oh absolutely. it all started when you texted him late one night, saying "omi, can i come over?" only for him to reply, "absolutely not, it's too late for you to be out. i'll come to your apartment instead."

he comes into your apartment to see you stretched big across the couch uncomfortably, you’d been sitting there for far too long probably-- bored out of your mind and body aching with restlessness. he sets his overnight bag on the bench by your door, slipping off his shoes and washing his hands before coming over to you on the couch. 

you spread your legs so he can lie between them, and although he tries to be polite, his eyes flick down to be greeted by the sexiest fucking thing he’s ever seen. your short shorts have ridden up in all the right places, and he can see the thick, coarse hair that moves down your inner thighs from your pussy. he doesn’t do anything then, just lying between them and snuggling you real tight and doing his best to ignore the heat in his pants. 

it plants the idea into his mind, though, and that’s enough to drive him crazy. if you’ve got that much hair on your thighs, what must it be like between your legs? he feels like a teenager again, unable to keep the image out of his mind and his dreams, even. maybe he has a wet dream about how it would feel to bury his face in your hairy pussy, or feel the way your juices coat his tongue and chin and fingers, or how good it’d feel lightly scratching the fat head of his cock, but he’ll never tell you about it.

he can’t stop thinking about spreading you wide open with his fingers and seeing the way your pussy drools and how pretty the hair glistens when it’s wet with his spit and your arousal, and so when he finally builds up the courage to ask if he can eat you out, he’s already thought about it a thousand times.

he does exactly what he’d been thinking of, spreads you open with his thumbs and presses his nose right into your hair as his tongue lays a slow, hot, and heavy stripe from bottom to top, swirling around your clit with a strained moan brewing in his throat just as much as one does in yours.

he has no problem helping you shave if you want him to, but he’ll never complain about any body hair at all, and he enjoys it more when it’s fully natural. sure, he’s well-kept overall, but that doesn’t mean he wants that from you. he wants the opposite, actually, and genuinely wonders why you shave at all when it feels and looks that fucking good when you don’t.

he’s such a pervert when it comes to you and your body, he’ll absolutely encourage you to grow it out because to him, it looks better that way anyway. <3

please reblog if you enjoyed!

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Fuck it, Sub!Armin Arlert headcanons (pls feel free to add to this or lmk if I need to add any other warnings)

Warnings: orgasm denial, mommy/ma'am kink, bratting, edging, pet play, overstimulation, dacriphilia just a little

-Armin definetly loves to get fucked in the Amazon position (NSFW LINK) because even though he's the one penetrating you, he's holding his legs to his chest letting you do the work and take control

-He loves when you make him wear a chastity/cock cage (NSFW LINK) for days at a time, not letting him orgasm on his own and only taking it off after several hours of teasing with his painful semihard cock locked up

-Armin can cum untouched just by watching you masturbate

-He either calls you mommy or ma'am

-Service sub, he'll beg to eat you out so that he can bring you as much pleasure as possible

-But like most subs he likes to brat sometimes until you have to threaten to edge him for an entire month before he behaves

-At least a little into pet play, as in he will let you walk him on a leash and put a tail buttplug into him

-Overstimulation!!! Riding him until he cums and not stopping/letting him pull out until his cock is soft and he's tearing up

-Just submissive Armin doing anything his mommy asks him to do

House Rules

pairing: armin arlert x annie leonhart x fem!reader

rating: mature, nsfw, 18+. MINORS DNI

word count: 12.3k

genre: college au, modern au, friends-to-uhhh?, smut, fluff

summary: in which an intense game of uno among friends brings out the best and worst of its company, including a few secrets that incite more fun than was originally planned.

tags/warnings: sub!armin, dom!annie, switch!reader, college au, modern au, friends-to-uhhh?, fluff, smut (nsfw, threesome, degradation kink (m & f receiving), praise kink (m & f receiving), cunnilingus, blow jobs, ass-slapping, use of toys (vibrating cock ring, ropes, strap-on), use of restraints (ropes), orgasm denial, dumbification (m. receiving), dacryphilia, vaginal penetration, rimming, anal penetration (m. receiving), pegging, mommy kink, daddy kink, use of pet names (angel, beautiful, baby, baby girl, baby boy, etc), tongue sucking, spit kink, creampie (f. receiving), aftercare) if i missed anything please let me know.

You watch amusedly as your friends Annie and Armin bicker about Uno house rules from the floor of Annie's living room, taking a slow sip from your drink. The sweet and slightly bitter taste of cherry hit your taste buds before sliding down your throat.

You were currently nursing the nearly empty White Claw can in one hand, the other pushing your slightly sweat-dampened hair out of your face. Your Uno hand laid face down in front of you, untouched since the argument began five minutes prior.

The three of you had participated in a biannual game night together with a few of your other close high school friends as a way to see one another and catch up after graduating. Between this year being your last year in college and the first time working as an intern, you had very little time to socialize with anyone, let alone friends who didn't all go to the same college as you. But spring break provided the perfect opportunity for everyone to reconnect.

It was down to you three, your other friends leaving one by one as the night grew longer and the drink supply dwindled. You had been planning on staying overnight at Annie's apartment anyways, so it wasn't like you had anywhere else to be.

As for Armin?

He was adamant on winning this monster round of the card game, as it had dragged on for nearly an hour and he was too invested and too stubborn to just forfeit. For better or worse, Armin was never one to back down from a challenge, and Annie knew exactly which buttons to press to get him fuming.

When the game had originally started, there were still five more people hanging out, participating, or watching the round unfold. But they had grown tired and turned in for the rest of the night, and you didn't blame them one bit. You yourself were sleepy too, your eyes drooping and head killing back against the squishy thrift store couch behind you.

You yawn and finish the rest of your drink, your head spinning just a bit from the alcohol in your system.

"You can't stack normal number cards! You can only stack draw two's or draw four's!" Armin stresses for the third time, his face pinched into an irritated scowl and his normally pale face a light shade of pink. You couldn't tell if it was from the drinks or his frustration with your friend, though knowing him, you suspected it was a mix of both.

Annie heaves a sarcastic sigh, lips curling up into a devious, cheshire-cat-like smile. "Says who? House rules are made up. And considering you're in my house, my house rules apply," she simpered, taking a dramatic sip from her Bang energy drink that she had mixed little too much tequila into.

You hear the boy grumble under his breath angrily and you have to stifle a laugh. He was too cute to appear actually angry and too tipsy to be taken seriously. "I can't fucking stand you sometimes," Armin mutters, finally picking up his cards and aggressively throwing a green four onto the existing pile.

"Hm? Wanna say that louder?" Annie pushed, leaning closer to the blonde-haired man and meeting his eyes with a look that almost dared him to speak up. Armin swallows thickly and clears his throat, shaking his head in response. "That's what I thought," the woman said, placing down a blue four on top of Armin's own card.

"Are you two done?" you ask exasperatedly, glancing between your two friends with a tired but fond look that made both of them smile.

"For now," Annie responds slyly. You and Armin both groan, heads tipping back in frustration. "What? You guys don't have to argue with me but you do it anyways. You can just admit that I'm right and you two are just little brats."

You gasp, feigning offense and dropping a blue eight in the messy discard pile. "Um, I was not a part of this fucking mess, I was watching it go down."

"Don't even pretend to be all innocent, you like being right more than Annie and I combined," Armin snips, using a wildcard to change the color to red. Annie swears under her breath, drawing three cards before pulling a red reverse card and placing it on to the pile.

"I never implied that I was or that I didn't," you say calmly. You turn to the other girl. "Can we all at least agree that Armin is the biggest brat here?”

Annie, and begrudgingly, Armin nod their heads in confirmation. The man scowls at you, sticking out his tongue. You just giggle, used to his childish antics, then stood. Yawning again, you stretch your arms over your head, missing the unsubtle glances your two friends steal of your exposed midriff and then exchange with one another. "I'm gonna grab another drink, anyone want one?"

Annie held up her half full Bang can in response. "I'll have whatever you're having," Armin requests. You nod, retrieving a bottle of Dr. Pepper, splitting the soda into two glasses, and adding a splash of Fireball for a little kick.

When you return, you raise your eyebrow at the disappearance of the Uno cards. Even more strange was the lack of Armin's typical pout when he didn't get what he wanted.

"Gave up on Uno?" You ask confusedly, settling back down in your spot on the floor and passing Armin's drink to him, fingers slightly brushing his during the pass off.

"Got bored," Annie states simply, shrugging her shoulders. Armin nods in agreement. You thought you felt a major shift in behavior and overall energy from two minutes ago, but you supposed it could just be you overthinking. You eye the two of them warily, suspicion creeping into your buzzed brain.

"Okay," you drawl. "Was there another game you had in mind?"

Armin and Annie make no effort to conceal their conspiratorial smiles, briefly making eye contact with one another. You huff, hating the feeling of being out of the loop and hating it even more when the two of them got along for long enough to scheme without you.

Your fingers unconsciously drum on the sides of your cup and you weren’t sure if it was from anxiety or restlessness.

"We were thinking truth or dare." Annie says, a playful smirk playing on her pink lips.

"What are we, thirteen?" You snort, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Come on, please? It could be fun." Armin whines, sounding so childish that you roll your eyes and send him a sharp glare at his tone, too tired to make fun of him. He promptly blushes, looking away from your intense gaze.

You sigh, shoulders slumping. "I guess since we have nothing better to do," you turn to Annie. "truth or dare?"

"Dare." Annie states with no hesitation. You expected nothing less from her, her impulsive nature and fiery wit being some of the most prominent aspects of her personality.

"Okay, I dare you to text that one conservative ex-hook up saying you miss him."

Annie rolls her eyes. "Lame," she deadpans, whipping out her phone and scrolling through her contacts. A few tapping-filled moments later, the subtle "whoosh" noise of a text being sent filled everyone's ears and the blonde turned her phone as evidence of her completed challenge. "My turn, bitch. Armin, truth or dare?"

"Truth," Armin responds, drinking from his glass lazily.

"Okay," she paused, looking around the room thoughtfully until her eyes landed on you. Without breaking eye contact, she asks, "Have you ever masturbated to one of us? If so, who?"

Armin, who had been taking another sip of his carbonated drink, choked on it, coughing a couple of times to clear his airway. You gently but firmly pat him on the back, giggling slightly under your breath, at which the blue-eyed man glared in response.

A sigh followed by a deep breath. He gingerly places his glass on the coffee table beside him before admitting, "Yeah, I have."

Annie and you both glance at each other with wide eyes. The blonde clears her throat. "Which one of us?"

Armin's eyes dart back and forth between the two of you for a second before he shakes his head. "That's two questions. Try again later." Annie opens her mouth to object but closes it after seeing your pointed stare in her direction, slowly slumping against the armchair behind her.

Armin calls out your name. "Truth or dare?" he asks, voice still a bit raspy from choking on his drink. A shiver travels down your spine at the sound and you had to pinch your thigh ground yourself.

"Truth," You answer, finishing your drink in one large gulp. Annie fake-coughs to cover a poorly masked "pussy" that taunts your decision. You flip her off in response, still holding eye contact with your male friend.

"What was the first thing you thought when Annie suggested a threesome between us when we stayed at the beach last summer?"

You freeze.

That weekend was one for the books. You and your friend group had stayed at a beach house for a long weekend to celebrate Annie turning twenty one. The beach itself was private, so only the residents or guests staying there had access to it. You had all gotten pretty lucky despite the fact that it wouldn't have been crowded anyways, as most of the tenants had been away or had been staying indoors.

Each day was spent in similar fashion: wake up, eat a nice breakfast of whatever someone had made that morning, go out to swim and sunbathe, play volleyball, break for lunch, more swimming, bonfire with s'mores and soft guitar-playing, and endless competitive rounds of Cards Against Humanity. There was one day, however, that stuck out to the three of you more than others.

You had been laying on your pink towel-covered beach chair, dressed up in a cute little yellow bikini and a snapback, soaking up the sun's rays and listening to the waves crashing on the shore. Some soulful R&B played out of your best friend Mikasa's speaker, and you could faintly hear the sounds of your other friends splashing and laughing in the water only a hundred feet away.

"You were wondering what?" You had perked up at the shrill question, propping yourself up on your elbows and pulling down your sunglasses a bit to see what was going on.

Annie and Armin were talking just a few feet away. Annie had been nonchalantly popping some chips into her mouth while Armin's hand, which held a fork speared through a particularly ripe strawberry, had stilled in mid-air on its way to his mouth in response to whatever ridiculous thing she had said.

Annie catches sight of your movement and breaks out into a grin. "Come join us! We were just talking about you," she said loudly. Armin cringed, finally biting down on the strawberry and chewing in a way that you could only describe as pouty.

"All good things, I hope," you had responded, swinging your legs over to the side of the lounge chair and standing to walk over to where your two friends sat on a red picnic blanket. You were acutely aware of both of them subtlety checking you out, instead finding yourself memorized by the ocean and it's gentle splashing against the shore. You took a deep breath, letting the scent of the saltwater breeze fill your lungs before exhaling, rolling out the tension in your shoulders.

Settling down beside the two, you reached into the bowl of fruit and fished out a few blueberries. As you ate, you gestured at Annie to continue.

A smirk blossomed on her sun-kissed face. "We were just talking about when we first met each other. Armin told me that the first time you two hung out, he said that he'd let you fuck him. Is that right?"

You snorted, caught off guard by the sudden question. "Yeah, basically. Why?" You could see Armin fidgeting with his swim shorts in your peripherals, glancing up at you every once in a while before looking away. Focusing back on the girl in front of you, you shoved the rest of your blueberries into your mouth.

"I was just suggesting that since all of us are queer and pretty close already that we should definitely have a threesome."

This time, you choked. After a moment of struggling, you swallowed the fruit and coughed, reaching for a bottle of water while a disbelieving laugh erupts from your chest. "Actually?" you had inquired once you regained your breath.

Annie shrugged. "Why not? We're all hot as fuck, we already established that we would fuck each other if given the chance, and we're sexually compatible. You're a switch, Armin is a sub, and I'm a dom. It's perfect!"

You had made eye contact with Armin, who was anxiously biting his lip. Gaze sweeping over his face to look for a reaction, you only found the slight increase in his breathing and the disappearance of his freckles masked behind a dark blush. You weren't used to him being so quiet while you discussed things like this.

"I suppose you're not wrong."

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about either of your friends in a sexual way. Given the fact that you were not only queer but your friends were incredibly attractive, it might've been more weird if you hadn't thought about fucking them.

You squirm nervously, invasive thoughts barging their way into your brain of the three of you together on a bed, a couch, a countertop... Gulping quietly, you press your thighs together in a meek attempt to calm the throbbing of your core.

Annie and Armin look at you expectantly and you want to crawl into yourself, hide your body and face away from their scrutinizing gaze. Instead, you jut out your chin, feigning indifference, and reply, "Well, at first I thought she was kidding. But when I thought about it, I definitely thought it'd be super hot. We all find each other attractive and at the end of the day we are really close, so I hypothetically wouldn't mind trying it out."

"So, hypothetically, if one of us dared the other to kiss you and it led to something more, you'd be into it?"

"Annie, we already established that it's one truth or one dare at a time." You admonish, dodging the question cheekily. You could almost see the girl's eyes darken at your statement.

"Armin, truth or dare?" She asked, swirling around the remnants of her energy monstrosity and refusing to make eye contact with you.

"Dare," the boy answered after little hesitation. Annie's face breaks into a wicked grin.

"I dare you to make out with our favorite little switch over here," she gestured to you. Your eyes widened ever so slightly, but you supposed that you weren't surprised. You were pretty much asking for her to do this when you refused to answer her follow up question.

The tension was so thick it was almost suffocating. Other than the faint sound of Frank Ocean playing in the background, it was almost silent in Annie's living room.

Armin turns to you, a playful look taking over his androgynous features. He crawls closer to you, not stopping until his face was just inches from yours. "Is that okay with you?" He murmured, settling in front of you.

You think back to all the times your touches lingered on one another for a second too long, or when one of you dropped a compliment that was just a little bit too flirty to be considered nice. The times where it was just the two of you hanging out, your playful banter turning a little more naughty more often than not, tone switching from playful to provocative.

You study his face for a moment. You could see the obvious dilation of his pupils, the scar on his nose from a sunburn that never healed quite right... His freckles were close enough to be counted one by one like the stars of a clear night sky.

Letting your tongue dart out to wet your lips, you take a breath to collect yourself before reaching up to cup the nape of his neck, threading your fingers through the soft baby hairs that found purchase there. Armin shivers under your light touch and leans into your hand.

"More than okay," you whisper. Tentatively, the two of you lean closer - both weary of disrespecting boundaries - until Armin impatiently closes the gap between the two of you and...

Oh.

His lips are soft, gentle... and his light touches were even more so. One of his hands warily moves to cup your face, thumb lightly brushing over your cheek. Though he was the one to initiate it, you took the lead in the kiss, your free hand snaking its way around his torso and pressing into his back, not-so-subtlety urging him to come closer. You feel him gasp into your mouth at the feeling of your hand pulling him close you and you take the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth. The two of you let out twin sighs when you tasted the sweet flavor of cherry on one another, accented by the cinnamon bite of Fireball.

The kiss turns heated and needy gradually, teeth lightly nipping at one another's lips and tongues gently being caressed. You break away from his intoxicating lips to trail open mouthed kisses along his jaw and down the column of his neck, sucking marks here and there just to hear more of his pretty noises. Low groans tumble from the boy's lips, much to your enjoyment, as you toy with him.

From the corner of your eye you spot Annie, eyes clouded with lust and lip caught between her teeth. You could see her chest heaving at the sight and watch as her gaze darted from where your teeth nipped at the skin of his jugular to where his thumb massaged slow circles on your hip.

"Annie," you say breathily, catching her attention almost immediately. "Truth or dare?"

Annie's eyes follow Armin's hands as he gripped your waist and pulls you into his lap. Her fists clench at her sides and you barely catch her adjusting herself to get slightly more comfortable. "Dare."

"I dare you to come join us," you say, hands resting on Armin's firm chest as he dips his head down to suck a hickey on to your neck. An airy moan leaves your bitten lips at the sensation.

Annie doesn't even bother responding. Looking a bit too similar to a cat, a low growl-like sound rumbles from her throat as she all but pounces on you and Armin. She takes Armin's jaw firmly in her hand and pulls him into a rough, messy kiss.

You watch, mesmerized, as she takes his bottom lip between her teeth and tugs, a low whine escaping the boy's mouth. Annie chuckles, running a hand through his light hair before fisting a chunk of it, pulling his head back to expose the milky skin of his neck.

A small yelp morphs into a moan as Annie traces over his throat with the tip of her tongue, Armin's eyebrows furrowing in pleasure. You can't help but slowly move your hips over his own, feeling desperately horny just watching them. The feeling of your now-slick panties sticking to your folds and dampening your jeans has you ready to tear off your clothes at a moment's notices.

When Annie's mouth reaches Armin's collarbone, she presses a slow kiss to his red lips before turning her head to you.

"Come here, baby," she coos, index finger and thumb gripping your chin before gently pulling you closer to her. The kiss was slow, sensual compared to the one she had shared with Armin. Her hands are gentle, holding your face between them with soft thumbs stroking your cheekbones.

Feeling her suck on your tongue has you whimpering into her mouth and tasting the pineapple and coconut flavor of her drink. As she toys with the soft muscle, you grind harder onto Armin's lap and feel his growing arousal beneath you, as well as the light rumble of a groan under your hands.

Annie pulls away abruptly. "Bedroom. Now."

You and Armin don't need to be told twice, practically stumbling over your feet and each other trying to pile in. Annie strolls in behind the two of you, a prominent air of dominance and leisure emanating from her as she enters her room.

You and your male friend had found yourselves on the bed, your thighs straddling his lap and pelvis grinding slow circles on to his own. His hands play with the hem of your shirt and you're close to begging him to take it off.

"What am I going to do with the two of you," Annie muses, watching you two hastily break apart at the sound of her voice. And as soon as you make eye contact with the blonde, steely blue eyes practically staring into your soul, you scramble to move into a less compromising position.

She taps her chin mock-thoughtfully before her eyes light up. You gulp, knowing that whatever she was thinking was probably either really good or really bad. "Armin, truth or dare?"

Armin gapes at her, gaze darting to you in confusion. He was obviously unaware that the game had continued into the bedroom.

Admittedly, you had also thought it ended once Annie joined in with you two, but you weren't going to admit that.

Annie raised an eyebrow, watching Armin fumble, his mouth opening and closing with no sound or semblance of an answer coming out. She leans closer to him, lips brushing the shell of his ear before nipping it. "I'm not going to ask you twice."

Armin released a shuddering breath.

"Truth," he replies shakily, eyes trained on Annie's hands, fingertips every so slowly grazing his chest over his thin shirt and moving dangerously close to his nipples.

Annie pulls back, brushing his cheek with her knuckles. "When you masturbate to both of us, who's topping you?" she asks in a tone far too innocent for the content of her question.

Armin bites his lip. He peers at both you and your other female friend, slowly scanning you both up and down with glazed eyes. His tongue darts out to lick his dry lips. "Both of you," he finally admits quietly. Annie sniffed, grabbing his hair again and forcing him to look at her in the eyes.

"Can you repeat that? I didn't hear you," she snaps. It was obvious that the question was not a request. Your legs press together, only a little bit surprised by your own growing arousal at her sharp tone.

"Are you sure you're not going deaf?" he snips, nose scrunching irritably at her inquiry. Your hand slaps over your mouth; this was not going to end well for your friend.

Annie's eyebrows raise and her grip moves from his hair to his jaw. You have to hold back a moan when Armin whimpers pathetically, his blue eyes glassy and mouth agape. Annie's nails slightly dig into the soft skin of his jaw as she whispers something into his ear.

"Both of you," he repeats, much louder this time. It didn't take a genius to figure out that he was very affected by whatever the woman had told him. Annie released her hold on him with a smirk.

"That's a good boy," she praises, causing Armin to turn a delicious shade of red. She steps back and scans you both, hands on her hips and lips slightly pursed. "Strip down to your underwear. Both of you."

You and Armin exchanged anxious, but excited, looks before standing to undress yourselves. Before you can even begin though, "nuh uh," Annie intervenes, halting you both from shedding your shirts. "Be nice little whores and help each other out."

The two of you freeze, staring at each other like deer caught it headlights. You timidly make the first move, your stomach fluttering in excitement. Fingers dancing along the zipper of his green jacket, you gently pull it off his shoulders and let it fall to the ground. His chest heaves in anticipation, neck flushed pink to match his blushing face.

A smile grows on your lips and the satisfaction of having someone be putty in your hands has your head buzzing. You take far less time to remove his t-shirt, pulling it off his head in one well timed yank. Your eyes dart to Annie. "Can I please touch?" you ask, eyes round and pleading.

Annie has to take a deep breath herself, her resolve just one pout away from dissolving completely. "Yes, you may, baby girl."

Your chest flutters at the praise and you waste no time exploring Armin's toned body, fingertips brushing against his collarbones, chest, abs, before gripping on to his biceps and pulling him into a kiss. Armin hums against your lips, pulling you closer to his body by your waist. Large hands travel down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze that has you gasping. You glare at him, receiving an innocent grin in response. "Next time you touch me without permission, you don't get to finish before you make Annie and I come at least twice."

Armin just giggles, massaging your soft flesh beneath his palms. "I'd like to see you try," he taunts. Your eyes widen at his brazen attitude. It was clear that he was not nearly as intimidated by you as he was Annie. You look at the girl, who is desperately trying to mask an amused smile. When she spots your irritated glare, however, she turns on her heel to her closet and retrieves an open amazon box.

"Come here, princess," she says sweetly, watching as you flounce up to her. You shoot Armin a teasing smirk and his own smile drops, seemingly realizing that he had majorly fucked up. "Since Minnie over there won't stop being a little brat towards us, you get to pick out the toy we use to play with him."

Annie sees your eyes light up in excitement as you look down at her vast collection of toys. Biting your lip, you rummage through the box until you find a baby blue vibrating cock ring. She chuckles, giving you a slap on the ass that makes you squeak in surprise. "Excellent choice, baby. Why don't you help our pretty little slut finish getting undressed? I'll get the lube so you can put his present on."

"With pleasure," you simper, turning back to the boy you and your friend were going to have way too much fun messing with. His eyes widen when he spots the cock ring in your hands and he immediately whimpers. Immediate satisfaction fills your chest when you notice how nervous he gets the closer you stride to him.

"C'mon, baby, I was just joki-" you cut Armin off, hand wrapping around his throat and pulling his face down to yours, lips barely an inch apart.

"I don't remember giving you permission to call me that. Since when do you think you can make requests around here?" You feel him swallow under your palm. In your peripherals you see Annie turn back around, lube in hand. "Annie, what do you want our little slut to call you?"

The other girl's blue eyes twinkle at your question. She stalks over to where Armin's neck is still caught in your hand, running her nails down his arm to make him shiver. "It's daddy to you tonight. Got it?"

Armin whines quietly and nods.

"Words, bitch. Or are you too much of a dumb little whore to speak? Are you already so turned on that we don't even have to fuck you dumb for you to go mute?"

"Y-yes daddy," he says, trying and failing to subtlety cross his legs to relieve the discomfort of his cock straining against the tightness of his jeans.

"You can keep going, princess. If he gives you any more trouble, he won't cum at all tonight." Annie states, slipping off her own shirt and shorts, leaving her standing in a slightly lacy pair of black lingerie. Your eyes drag down her toned figure and you can feel the stream of arousal further soaking your panties.

"Yes, daddy," you reply, swiftly removing Armin's black jeans and, after confirming with Annie, his boxers as well. The second his dick was let out of its confining material, Armin lets out a relieved moan, head tipping back. His cock was hard and heavy, resting against his toned stomach with the head leaking precum on to his skin. The shaft was pale with pretty veins running up and down the sides, straining from how long it had been left untouched. It was turning red at the top of the head from the constant grinding and rubbing it endured thanks to you and his jeans.

You had licked your lips earlier at his size alone when you saw it tenting in his boxers, but seeing it without being obstructed by fabric almost had you drooling at it's girth and length. Pushing the man on to the bed and pressing his chest down into the mattress, you squirt a bit of lube on to your fingers, warming it up a bit before coating the toy and his shaft in it. The second your hand makes contact with the silky skin of his cock, Armin lets out a loud, frustrated whine. "It's your own fault we're in this situation, baby," you say softly, voice dripping in faux sympathy.

"I didn't mean it! I know I'm just a brat, I didn't mean it!" he cries, voice cracking into a moan when you finally slipped the blue ring snuggly onto the base of his dick. You leave it off for now, wanting to save the real show for later.

"Don't even think about touching yourself," you murmur into his ear, giving his cock a sadistic squeeze just to hear him groan.

Annie clears her throat. "Actually, I can help with that." You turn back to her, who was unashamedly checking out your ass through your jeans. She bites the inside of her cheek and strides forward.

Her hands reach out, fingers looping through your belt loops and pulling you flush against her body. "Why don't we make sure his hands don't make their way anywhere they shouldn't?" She holds up the hand not occupying your waist, slender fingers curled around baby blue ropes that matched Armin's eyes and the cock ring perfectly.

"Great idea," you agree, yelping at the sudden sharp slap against one of your ass cheeks. "daddy," you add.

A smirk stretches across her lightly tanned face and in seconds, Armin's hands were expertly tied behind his back in intricate knots that Annie clearly had experience using. When she finished, she drew your body back into her own, ignoring Armin's pout entirely.

"You've been being such a good girl, gorgeous. Do you want help taking these off?" she questioned, trailing her fingers down your hips.

"Yes. Please, daddy," you affirm, all too ready to be free from the constricting material. Annie unbuttons your pants and yanks them down your legs, letting you step out of them. You vaguely register Armin whimpering on the bed, eyes glued to your each and every curve, but Annie pressing trails of kisses up your leg had blood rushing to your ears, leaving you totally distracted.

You're so turned on that every press of her lips against your skin feels like a branding. You half expect to see her lip print seared into the plush skin of your thighs when she pulls away, a permanent reminder that she had claimed you as hers tonight. And as she gets closer to where you need her most, she grins and pulls off, making you grown internally at the discontinued contact.

"We're going to use the color system. I don't want to actually hurt either of you, unless you're into that," Armin winked. "Green means that we can keep doing whatever it is we're doing, yellow means wait a moment for me to catch up, and red means stop. We can say it at anytime and must respond verbally if asked. And, if you're not able to talk, tap whoever's closest three times. Got it, sluts?"

You and Armin both agree, eager to finally be fucked stupid.

"Now. Look at me brat," she snapped, getting Armin's attention immediately. "I'm going to give our princess her reward for being a good girl and following directions. If you even make a little bit of noise, you won't get to cum at all. And if we decide that you deserve to cum after learning your lesson, we'll let you free. Understand?"

Armin looked ready to object, but after seeing your glare, he glumly nods his head. "Yes, daddy."

Annie smiles, turning her attention to you. She captures your lips in hers, a sensual yet sloppy kiss that took your breath away for the nth time that night. "You can touch," she breathed in between kisses and you eagerly grab handfuls of her plump ass. She sighs, content with the feeling of your soft hands on her.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful, daddy," You whisper, leaning into her neck to suck a hickey along her jaw. Her head tips to the side to allow you to mark her, fingers tenderly threading through your hair and teasingly playing with the straps of your bra.

"You should see yourself, babe. Armin, doesn't our princess look absolutely ravishing?" she asks, taking your hand and slowly spinning you so the boy could take in the way your matching panty set complimented every curve of your body.

He opened his mouth to respond, but upon remembering what would happen if he spoke, he nodded enthusiastically. You giggle at his reaction and turn back to the woman behind you, whose eyes devoured the sight of your scantily clad form.

Annie steps closer, running her hands down your body tenderly and making your hair stand on end, chills running down your spine. "Daddy, please stop teasing," you whisper desperately, her touch driving you more and more crazy with every brush of her fingertips.

She wordlessly obliges, pulling you into a messy kiss that was all tongue and teeth. Her hands slide their way down your sides to your thighs, breaking apart from you briefly to mumble "jump" against your lips. Strong arms prevent you from slipping out of her embrace, her fingers slightly digging into your soft skin to support you. She throws you on the bed beside Armin before climbing on top of you.

Pressing short, sloppy kisses down from your lips to your neck to your chest, Annie's nimble hands make quick work of removing your bra, leaving you almost completely bare in front of two of your best friends. You typically would have felt a bit more bashful being naked in front of people who you had never been so exposed to before, but the way the two of them took you and your figure in had you feeling more confident than you ever normally would have been. "Fuck," Annie swears, reaching towards your chest to knead your breasts. "Armin, baby, aren't these the most perfect pair of tits you've ever seen?"

You spare a glance over towards Armin. His teeth are digging into his lower lip so hard that part of you was worried he was going to draw blood and his eyes were glassy from how frustrated he was.

It was a wonderful sight.

The feeling of Annie's lips finally catching a nipple between them brings you back to the present, a surprised gasp escaping you at the feeling. Her teeth bite at the sensitive bud harshly before soothing the pain with the flat of her tongue, gently sucking in a way that snatches the air away from your lungs.

Leaving one of your now hard and swollen nipples alone, she decorates the tender surrounding skin with love bites, never leaving too big a patch untouched. It was becoming impossibly hard to resist touching yourself, you could hardly imagine how worked up Armin was getting.

A particularly rough nip to the supple skin ripped a high pitched moan from your throat, back arching off of Annie's sheets and chest pushing closer to the woman's face. As she switches to your second breast, she glances up at you, a sly smile stretching across her face and a lust-filled gaze studying you through full eyelashes.

"Do you like when daddy plays with your titties, gorgeous?" she said lowly, tongue tracing around your puffy skin. You had to force yourself to answer with words.

"Yes, I do. I love it so much," you breathe, a hand moving up to card through the dangerously beautiful girl's hair. You watch her icy blue eyes dart to the shared brat beside you, whom she had been promptly ignoring since she began to worship your chest.

"Armin," she exclaimed sweetly, pinching and pulling at your nipples to keep you stimulated. "Would you like to get a taste of mommy's pretty tits?"

You could feel blood rush to your face and to your pussy at the name; the gush of your arousal following it was something that didn't necessarily shock you but the use of it now definitely caught you off guard.

The boy nods frantically, the beginning of a pout starting to present itself on his face and his big, blue eyes widening almost comically.

"Do you think you deserve it?" she questioned, reaching out to push his damp hair out of his flushed face. Armin shudders at even the faintest touch, a whine escaping his throat before he could even begin to think about stopping it. He freezes, eyes cautiously studying Annie's stoney glare to see if she was upset. Evidently, she decided to let it slide, adding, "You can speak."

"Yes," he responds almost immediately. "I haven't made a single sound without your permission. Please let me touch you and mommy, I need it,"

Annie turns to you, her hands running up and down the man's chest. Each time she raked her nails back down, she would get more and more close to his painfully hard length. Armin squirmed, muscles clenching as he tried to ignore her touch. "What do you think, angel?" she asks, ignoring the blonde that she was teasing.

You briefly ponder the proposition, running your hands down your chest and stomach just to rile the two of them up. You were having way too much fun teasing the two of them because even though Annie definitely established herself as a dom, both her and Armin easily became putty at your hands. Playing with the band of your panties, you finally respond, "He was doing so good right up until you touched him. I say we keep him waiting just a bit longer."

Annie nods in agreement before moving towards you. You stop her though - a sudden brilliant idea striking you - leaning to whisper in her ear, "Can I play with him for just a bit?"

She laughs loudly, the sound surprisingly bright and airy in comparisin to the cold façade she carefully sculpted and maintained around strangers. But you and the people she held dear were able to view the brighter, less severe side of her, one that was a tease and loved to mess with her friends but wouldn't hesitate to break someone's arm if they tried to do the same.

Gazing at her in admiration, you press a kiss to her cheek and feel her lightly pat your ass to urge you forward on your hands and knees. A well placed slap following the more tender moment has you moaning and arching your back, another pretty chuckle making your stomach flutter.

Armin looks at you warily from where he's kneels on the bed, back hunched and shoulders slumped forward from the tension of the restraints. You smile sweetly and move to press feather light kisses down his chest, abs, and thighs, dancing around the part of him that demanded the most attention. Your mouth waters at just the sight of his dick being throttled by the pretty blue toy; you want it in your mouth as soon as possible.

"Mommy," he whines. Your hole flutters around nothing at the name and you swallow a moan. "Please, please touch me. Do anything you want, I don't care, just please touch me."

You cock your head, settling on your stomach. Clearly, the brat has no fucking clue what he's giving you and Annie permission to do, and you can practically feel the excitement radiating off of the woman beside you. Now eye-level with his cock, you bat your eyes up at him. "Really? I can do anything?"

A frantic nod from the boy sets off so much desire in your chest that you don't even bother to correct him for not verbally responding to your question.

"Okay, baby, but remember," you reach out and loosely grip his length, hearing the man suck in a breath.

"You asked for this."

Your lips wrap around the flushed and leaking tip of his cock, a depraved whine leaving his swollen pink lips and his hips unconsciously rutting forward, trying and failing to push his length down your throat. Bringing a hand to his hip to keep him in place, you begin to leisurely bob your head on Armin's cock. The taste of precum spreads across your tongue, and though it definitely wasn't the best taste in the world, your turned-on brain had you wanting to sucking on his dick like it was a lollipop just so you can keep tasting it.

Pulling off of him to catch your breath, you let a blob of spit dribble from your lips and on to Armin's aching length, jerking him off in slow, languid strokes that made his steady stream of moans speed up. You watch his face scrunch up in pleasure, head tipped back and adam's apple bobbing furiously. His whole body had adopted the baby pink flush his face had taken on. He would have looked angelic if it weren't for the ropes binding his hands behind his back and cock ring fitted snug on the base of his most intimate area.

Annie, never one to enjoy being left out, runs her nails down your back lightly to make you shiver, making their way to your panties. She kneads the soft, supple flesh of your thighs and ass, a soft sigh rumbling from your throat causing Armin to jolt forward with a loud moan. Propping you up on your hands and knees, she spreads your cheeks and chuckles lowly. If it weren't for the amount of fun you were having watching Armin desperately try to get off to no avail, you would have stopped just to see Annie's reaction to your ruined underwear.

"Look at this mess you've made," she tuts playfully, hand unexpectedly cupping your pussy and drawing a gasp out of you, your hips pushing back into her hand in a lame attempt to receive more friction. "Is this for me?"

You nod, pulling off of Armin's spit-covered length to whine, "It is, daddy. I need you to touch me so bad, I can't wait any longer."

Annie doesn't respond to your pleas verbally, instead choosing to yank the ruined fabric down your legs unceremoniously and bring her attention to your sopping wet heat. The groan that leaves her throat is almost feral, the look in her eyes more so as she eyes your pussy hungrily.

"I can't believe I haven't seen this pretty pussy before now," she wonders aloud, voice dropping lower in pitch at the sight. Her middle finger dips experimentally into your hole and spreads your arousal around your blushing folds. Even that little bit of contact has you jerking violently and you gag as Armin's cock unexpectedly slides down your throat, your high pitched moan muffled by the intrusion.

The feeling of your throat constricting so tightly around him sends Armin into a frenzy, now thrusting with reckless abandon and chasing a high that will never be received. The ring that serves as a barrier to Armin's release bumps into your lips with every sharp snap of his hips.

Annie hums, rubbing slow circles on to your clit with her thumb and watching with almost crude fascination as you desperately try to receive more friction, tears building up in your eyes from both desperation and Armin's cock repeatedly rutting into your throat.

Armin whimpers, and you look up at him, tears now freely falling down your cheeks as you gag and choke on his dick. Even though part of you was annoyed with the brat, you couldn't help but admire his features: the elegant lines of his jaw and neck, the light sheen of sweat making his body glow in the dim lighting, the muscles that strain from the effort his body was exerting... Almost as if he senses your gaze, he takes one look at your face and groans in pleasure and frustration. Speeding up his movements further, you have to actively coax your throat to relax and your nose to do it's fucking job, growing lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.

Meanwhile, Annie begins to rub faster circles on your clit, nipping hickies on your inner thighs and on the bottom swell of your ass. You don't bother to stop the moans spilling from your lips and instead focus on deepthroating the little whore who was growing more and more frustrated with his inability to get off.

Armin's cock suddenly slips from your mouth, and though you're relieved to give your aching jaw a break and your burning lungs the air it deserved, you still find yourself disappointed that you didn't have him down your throat anymore. You vaguely register the sound of the boy sniffling and turn to see tears of frustration spilling from his pretty blue eyes. The feeling of your heart clenching at the sight is interrupted by Annie's voice.

"Hey, baby?" Annie prompted, the circles she was rubbing on your clit slowing down to a pace that almost has you growling in annoyance.

"Yes, daddy?" you refrain the urge to grouch.

"Turn on Armin's cock ring and ignore him." You throw a surprised glance over your shoulder and barely catch the horrified look that settles on the man's face. But she doesn't look at you. Annie's hard stare is trained on the boy. "Don't think I didn't notice you practically suffocating mommy because you were so fucking desperate. Is that dumb little brain of yours so empty that you forgot that the fucking cock ring will physically stop you from cumming?"

Armin whimpers, head drooping ashamedly. "I forgot, daddy. I'm sorry, mommy." he whispers, his now-loud sniffling catching your attention once again. You sense that all of this is getting a bit too intense for him, gently stroking his thigh and pressing feather light kisses on the pale skin.

"Color?" you prompt quietly. Armin looks up, eyes glassy.

"Green," he mumbles. You arch a brow, disbelieving. A deep sigh escapes him, knowing that you didn't believe him in the slightest. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

You're immediately up on your knees, bringing the boy in for a reassuring kiss and feeling him melt into your comforting embrace. "Baby, I didn't mind. In fact, I like when you're rough with me. I'm a big girl! I can handle it. And if I truly couldn't breathe or wanted you to stop, I would've tapped you. Remember?" you soothe, tucking his blonde hair behind his ear.

Armin sighs in relief, visibly relaxing before nodding in confirmation. He nuzzles his face into your palm, delicately kissing the smooth skin before replying, "Okay. Yeah, I remember. I'm good, don't worry. Green. For sure this time."

The two of you exchange soft smiles... before his own drops, head immediately snapping to where your hand had just switched on the cock ring he evidently forgot about. He lets out high pitched moan and you press one last kiss to his lips, feeling a little less bad about how frustrated he was.

Once again, you're brought back to earth by Annie's fingers, making it clear she was getting impatient from her lack of action. Her middle finger traces around your eager hole before slowly pushing in, and the feeling of finally having internal stimulation after waiting for so long nearly has you shaking. "Fuck, daddy, I need more," you whine. You would have been embarrassed by the sound of your own pleas, but you were so horny that your dignity had promptly exited the premises.

"Hm, do you now?" Annie teases, curling the one digit up into the part of you that makes your eyes roll back.

"Yes! I do, I've been such a good girl, please." Your eyes were beginning to water and you slump back down on all fours, ass pushing back against the teasing woman's finger unabashedly. When she adds a second one and begins pumping them into you faster, the tears pricking the corners of your eyes threaten to spill. They actually do when she curls her digits again, a moan leaving your lips as they abuse your walls over and over again.

Squelching noises and moans are some of the only things you can hear as you lose yourself in the feeling of Annie's skilled appendages, arms shaking with the effort it was taking for you to hold yourself up. When her fingers abruptly slide out of you, the whine that was ready to slip out is immediately silenced by the feeling of your ass being spread apart, a glob of spit landing directly on your slit.

You were already dripping, but knowing that she had a part of her mixing in with your essence has Annie licking her lips. Rubbing the saliva all around your drenched core with the two soaked fingers that had initially been stuffed into your tight hole, she brings them to her lips, groaning at the taste of you and eagerly cleaning them up.

She breaks, motivated by your taste and your begging, finally burying her face in between your legs. "Oh, fuck!" you gasp, the sudden oral assault of your core catching you off-guard after what felt like a lifetime of teasing. The tip of Annie's tongue parts your lower lips before circling around your clit and you can just feel the vibrations of her amused chuckle against the needy bud.

The wet muscle gathers up the juices that made your pussy looking absolutely ravishing, the taste filling Annie's mouth. She groans against you, kneading your plush ass as she sucks your puffy clit into her mouth, tip of her tongue lapping at it harshly.

At this point, you're grinding your core against her face, desperately trying to get as close to Annie's talented mouth as possible. The lewd noises of the woman's mouth sloppily eating you out paired with the harmony created by your's and Armin's moans has you gushing, your head and belly buzzing at the overwhelming amount of stimulation.

You're brought down to your elbows when Annie's tongue finally pushes into your fluttering hole, back arching and arms stretching out at the feeling of it brushing against your walls. "Shit! Right there, daddy," you cry out when one of her thumbs comes up to rub tight circles on your clit. Her nose brushes the tender skin separating your pussy from your ass when she fucks her tongue in and out of you, the muscle curling up against the spongy spot that has you seeing stars. Your nipples, already sensitive from Annie's ministrations, brush lightly against the sheets and send shockwaves to your pussy.

Between her tongue and her thumb, Annie already has you tipping on the edge of release. The coil in your tummy felt ready to snap at any moment, and Annie sucking your clit into her mouth again sends you over. You cry out, feeling your arousal gushing from your hole. Your thighs shake from the intensity of your first, long-overdue orgasm.

Annie helps you ride it out as long as possible, tongue swiping across your puffy lips to collect your juices. "Fuck," she exclaims, pulling back from you, face glistening. She looks at Armin and beckons him towards her.

"Would you like to try mommy's pussy? It's the sweetest one I've ever had," she tells him, kissing his jaw while she waits for a reply. You roll on to your back, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath after one of the best orgasms you've ever had. But Annie's words to your shared sub already has you up and ready to go again, nerves set alight by her tone alone.

"Yes please, daddy."

One of Annie's hands grabs the sides of Armin's face, squishing his cheeks and forcing his mouth open. She spits a mix of your juices and her saliva right on to his tongue, groaning as she watched the boy swallow it obediently.

"Good boy."

You urge yourself to not whine as well when she captures his lips in a deep kiss, tongues tangling together briefly. When they break away from one another, a thin string of saliva connects the two of them.

You can't help but admire their beauty.

The prettiest pink blush dusts the tip of Armin's nose and his high cheekbones, big blue eyes wide as a doe's, clearly not used to being praised nor being treated so gently... at least not by Annie.

"Do you wanna prove to me and mommy that you've learned your lesson?" Annie questions, tweaking Armin's pert nipples to watch him squirm.

"Yes, daddy, I do! I've learnt my lesson, I promise." His eagerness is adorable, and one glance to his red and aching cock confirms what you already know: he wants it off, and he wants it off now.

You don't blame him, of course. It was hard enough to wait for any sort of stimulation, but at least you weren't constantly teetering on the edge of orgasm and never being allowed to finish. Your nose scrunches distastefully at the mere thought of it.

"Okay, baby." Annie looks over at you, lost in thought for a moment. You can practically see the lightbulb flicker on, however, a devious smile playing on her lips before she speaks to the two of you. "Brat," Armin sheepishly meets Annie's eyes. "I'm gonna have you help me out while mommy gets you prepped for me to take you. Understood?"

Armin looks slightly confused, but not even a second later the implications of her words dawn on him. His eyes grow even larger, which you had no idea was even possible and an eager whine escapes him. "Yes, daddy. I understand. If I do a good job can you please take off my binds? I wanna touch you and mommy so bad it hurts," he pouts, and your inner soft dom melts at the sight. You join him in making pleading eyes at Annie, who takes a deep breath before sighing in defeat.

"Fine. But only because you two have the awful ability of coercion," she deadpans, the smile tugging at the corners of her lips reassuring you that she's not actually annoyed.

As you go to retrieve the necessary supplies, Annie makes herself comfortable. Her back relaxes against the headboard and she shimmies out of her panties, tossing them to the side carelessly.

You almost drop the bottle of lube when you return in time to see the athletic girl spread her legs, exposing her absolutely stunning core to you and Armin. Her pretty pink folds were flushed, glimmering with her juices despite the minimum light that just barely illuminated her room. Her clit was already puffed up in arousal and you had never wanted to eat a pussy more.

It seemed as if Armin agreed with you, laying on his chest to get face level with Annie's heat. His cute little ass sticks up in the air in preparation for you and you bite your lip, the sight turning you on like nothing else could.

Not being able to resist joining in when Armin provides the first kitten lick to Annie's core, you stride over, fully intending to have the best view in the house. Annie's breathless gasp sounds deceivingly innocent, but her hands gripping her ankles and holding them open so confidently gives away that she does, in fact, get around. Part of you is impressed, while another flares up in what you surprisingly (and begrudgingly) have to admit is jealousy.

Shaking your head to refocus on the moment, you run your hands over Armin's ass and knead it gently. You simply can't help yourself. The man had a nice butt, one that could almost rival Annie's. And you made sure he knew how much you appreciated it by pressing kisses on each cheek, his little gasps being muffled by his mouthful of Annie's pussy.

You trail the now-sloppy kisses closer to his hole. The skin was a light pink that matched the natural flush of the rest of his body, puckered and inviting in a way that leaves you increasingly more wet. Spurred on by the sounds of Annie's light moans and gasps, as well as the wet noises of Armin lapping at the woman's pussy like a cat, you spread his cheeks and start experimentally tracing around his hole with the tip of your tongue.

If you and Annie thought his moans were loud before when it had only been the agonizing cock ring teasing one of his most sensitive spots, then you severely underestimated him. The cry he lets out at the first couple licks is high and whiny, making you and Annie both smirk at the sound.

"Now, now, baby, don't get too distracted now. You still have to prove you've learnt your lesson," Annie scolds, a hand guiding Armin's head back between her legs and keeping him there. Her other one lazily pushes off the straps of her bra and pulls it down enough to play with her breasts. You were almost sad that you were too busy rimming Armin and getting him ready for Annie to suck on the woman's gorgeous tits, her nipples the prettiest shade of pink, but you were loving your task at hand enough for you to not care.

You busy yourself with pushing your tongue into the tight ring of muscle, indulging yourself in the warmth of Armin's ass and his beautiful moans. Starting to slowly thrust your tongue in and out of him, you tighten your grip on the man so he wouldn't squirm away from the intense pleasure you were giving him.

Your slick was running down your leg in an erotic but agonizing way, a physical reminder of your own desire that heats up your insides and ignites your thoughts. It fills them with even more lewd images and innermost desires, ones that you could only hope you'd have the opportunity to try out with these two later on.

Pulling your face away from Armin's hole, you exchange your tongue for your fingers, warming up a generous portion of lube between them before beginning to slide a digit in.

Armin whines against Annie's folds at the intrusion, trying to relax and busy himself with pleasing his daddy. He's pretty confident he was doing a good job by her reactions: the sounds she makes, the way she pushes his face even closer to he core, and the way her thighs begin to shake in pleasure all serving as to spur on Armin's movements.

"Baby boy is doing such a good job," Annie breathes out heavily, chest rising and falling erratically as it became clear she was approaching her first high of the night. "Such a good job."

Armin preens at the praise, sucking Annie's clit into his mouth and suckling at it harshly. An uncharacteristically high moan falls from the blonde woman's lips as she arches her back, overwhelmed by such an intense feeling. Her fingers tugs roughly on Armin's hair, but he doesn't mind at all if it meant he was doing a good job.

You took in the view, admiring how beautiful Annie looked when she was cumming, her ab muscles clenching and thighs spasming as the orgasm wracked throughout her whole body. Armin continued to suck at her hole, enjoying every bit of the arousal that coated his tongue and wanting to clean her up as good as he could.

It was at that moment that you decided to add another finger into Armin's tight hole. This time, not even Annie's loosening grip on Armin's hair could stop him from pulling up from her pussy just to let out the most filthy, wanton moan you've heard thus far.

"Do you like mommy's finger playing with your ass, baby?" You ask, pushing your two fingers in to the knuckle. Armin only nods his head frantically, cheek resting against Annie's stomach and eyes screwed up at the intensity. When you begin thrusting the digits in and out slowly, however, he finds his words again.

"Fuck," he whimpers, your fingers trying to scissor him open as gently as possible. Annie strokes Armin's hair soothingly, trying to match your own gentleness to calm the boy down.

"It's okay, baby. You're doing so well," she whispers, reaching to undo the binds that kept his hands restrained. The ropes fall on to the sheets, and immediately Annie reaches for some calming ointment to treat the tender skin. She gently massages it in, pressing kisses to his palms.

"It feels so good," he says breathlessly, looking up at the blonde woman through his long eyelashes, unable to fully lift his head.

"I know, it'll feel ever better soon."

As if on cue, you begin to curl your fingers experimentally, searching for the spot that would steal every bit of oxygen from Armin's lungs. It only takes a moment for the man to alert you of your discovery.

"Oh, shit!" he cries out, hands fisting the sheets besides Annie's thighs. "Right there, mommy! Fuck, do that again!"

You comply without any complaint, beginning to diligently thrust your fingers in and out and curl them up against his prostate every time they were completely pushed in. Each time that they made contact, moans would fall effortlessly off of Armin's swollen lips, practically drooling on Annie's stomach as he lost himself in a haze of pleasure.

You knew that if you kept this up, he would be way too internally overstimulated for Annie to do her thing. But, nevertheless, you add more lube to your fingers and slowly push a third one in.

Armin's jaw falls open in a silent scream, back arching almost painfully as you very carefully push the three fingers in to the knuckle.

"Oh my god," he whispers, chanting those three words over and over again as if they were the only ones he knew. His hips began pushing back against your fingers erratically, clearly eager to have them filling him as much as possible.

Annie calls your name and you meet her eyes. She nods and you get the message she's trying to get across. When you pull your fingers out, Armin lets out a tortured cry into Annie's chest.

"Daddy," his voice breaks as he begs. "I need to cum. I need to cum so fucking badly, please. Fuck me please, I need it so bad, it hurts."

"Okay, baby boy," she replies, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head and carefully moving off the bed to grab her strap on. You take her place, sliding under the boy and pressing your own lips to his forehead. His eyes meet yours, cerulean irises gleaming with the same tears that run down his face.

"You've done so good, baby. What do you want from mommy as a reward?" You ask gently.

He sniffles, pushing his bangs out of his sweaty face to look at you better. "Can I... Can I please fuck you? I need to feel your pussy, I've wanted to feel it all night. And..." he takes a deep breath, collecting himself. "And can I... I wanna cum inside you."

You raise your eyebrows slightly, but you can't deny that his words go straight to your core. You part your legs further for him and he looks at you hopefully.

"Go ahead, babe." His eyes gleam in excitement, pressing a kiss to your lips and trailing them down the column of your neck, your collarbones, and stopping at your chest to finally play with your tits. Armin's lips catch each of your nipples briefly, nipping and sucking at them gently.

He wastes no time, sliding down your body and pressing more kisses on his way down, much to your own enjoyment. When he reaches your pussy, he laps at it a few times before groaning. "I need that mouth on me later," you pant out.

He giggles, licking his lips and sitting back on his heels. "I needed to taste it for myself. Daddy's right. Your pussy tastes fucking amazing, mommy,"

Your laugh turns into a gasp when you feel his cockhead begin to slide up and down your slit. His whole body trembles in anticipation, lip harshly but between his pretty teeth. Out of the corner of your eye you see Annie watching the two of you, not unlike the way she had been looking at you before this all started.

She was enjoying the show but definitely wants to be in on the fun.

When his thick cock finally slips inside of you, the sounds you two make are nothing short of pornographic. He barely bottoms out fully, the cock ring vibrating against your clit briefly, before pulling out of your tight hole and slamming back in, sending you jolting up the bed. "Fuck, Armin," you cry, hands finding purchase on his shoulders.

Armin's light moans in your ear and the wet sound of skin slapping spur you on and you're not mad about it, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling the man closer to you.

He mumbles into your ear as he humps into you. "Once I get this fucking ring off, I'm gonna pump my cum inside of you. So, so deep inside you, gonna feel me for weeks." His words have you gushing, your arousal coating your inner thighs and his lower stomach completely.

"Yes, fuck your cum into me! God, such a good boy, learning his lesson 'n makin' daddy and I cum," you ramble, words slurring together almost unintelligibly. You sort of notice the bed shifting as Annie finally gets herself situated, covering her strap on with lube in preparation.

"I'm gonna need you to stop for just a second," Annie says, a hand gripping Armin's hip to stall his movements, which happen to be when his dick is sheathed all the way inside of you, soft walls effectively cockwarming him. The cock ring now vibrates incessantly against your clit, catapulting you towards your second release.

"Oh, shit. I'm gonna cum," you whimper, nails digging into Armin's muscles arms. He hisses a bit at the pain and you quietly apologize.

"Hold it, princess." Annie responds, confirming that Armin is still prepped enough to get going.

"Daddy, please hurry." Armin stutters out. You make a noise of agreement, your skin hot and tingling with every minor touch.

You don't see Annie pushing her faux dick into Armin so much as you feel and hear it, Armin's cock throbbing inside of you and his breathing turning ragged. He moans and you hit your breaking point, just as Annie permits you to cum again.

Your orgasm hits you like a bus, the pleasure almost painful as it takes hold of your whole body. You clench impossibly hard on to Armin's cock, creaming around it, and you knew that if it wasn't for the damn cock ring, he'd be painting your walls white.

Armin nearly screams, the feeling of the dildo pressing firmly against his prostate and your velvety walls gripping him like a vice causing his vision to white out for a minute.

"Color?" Annie asks.

"Yellow." You and Armin respond immediately, the both of you at your wit's end.

The moment of waiting is both a blessing and a curse, giving the two of you time to regain your bearings but also forcing you to feel the same amount of stimulation as before. The two of your bodies cannot stop shaking, Armin dangerously close to collapsing on you. You shakily reach down, switching off the vibrations that were abusing your poor clit and Armin's abused cock. The sigh he lets out is full of relief, and you smile at him. The one he returns to you is soft.

"Green," he says, and you repeat the same.

"You sure?" Annie asks, to which you nod. "Alright then."

She pulls out almost completely before thrusting back in harshly, hitting Armin's prostate dead on and shoving him impossibly closer to you. This time, the boy does scream, and he does collapse. He manages to catch most of his body weight on his elbows before he crushes you, but his body is still pressed firmly against your own. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, knowing you were going to need as much leverage as possible for the ride Annie was about to take you on.

Annie's thrusting is brutal. She pulls out slowly but snaps back in swiftly, bottoming out completely each and every time. Her pace is quick and the actual motions are hard enough that Armin doesn't even need to move his hips for his cock to be rubbing against you.

Armin's repeated whimpers of pleasure had morphed into sobbing, garbled speech barely actual words apart from the occasional swear word or "'s s'fuckin' good."

Annie is having the time of her life having the two of you at her mercy. Every wail that escapes Armin and every whimper that leaves you has her floating. She's on such a power trip that she hardly needs external stimulation to get off, however, the vibrator buzzing inside her definitely helped.

"Mm, who's fucking you this good, baby boy?" she taunts, bottoming out and grinding against Armin's reddening flesh.

"Daddy is," he sobs, the pleasure too great for him to say anything else.

"And who's gonna finally make you cum?"

"You and mommy, please, I need it so bad!"

You push his chest up and off of you, the two of you shakily sitting up so you can gently remove the cock ring. And as soon as it's off, Armin buries himself inside of you again, Annie resuming her rough pace.

Annie's moan is high pitched when the vibrator hits just the right spot, sending her toppling over the edge and her hips bucking wildly into Armin.

If your orgasm hit you like a bus, Armin's hits him like a fucking bullet train. One final snap of the dildo into his prostate and clench of your pussy has him screaming, whole body shuddering as he pumps what feels like buckets of hot, sticky cum inside of you.

The sheer pressure and temperature alone has you cumming for a third time. You feel absolutely spent, your whole body sore and hot and sticky as Armin shallowly thrusts in and out, trying to fuck his seed into you as deep as he possibly can.

You can't talk, you can barely breathe, your whole body going limp. Armin seems to feel the same way, finally flopping on top of you completely, not even bothering to pull out his slowly softening cock from you. When Annie can no longer take the overstimulating buzzing that the vibrator was providing, she pulls out of him, and you laugh softly when you realize that he's so sleepy his only reaction is a small sigh. But despite all that, you felt absolutely content.

It takes longer than you initially predicted to regain any semblance of awareness. Annie chuckles softly at the sight of you and Armin practically glued to each other, both metaphorically and physically, when she returns from cleaning up the various toys you three had used.

"How are my babies doing?" she asks gently, coming up to the two of you to gently rub Armin's back. He whines, cuddling closer to you and blindly reaching out to pull Annie back on the bed so he can snuggle with her too. "Tired, I'm sure. But I need to clean you up at least a bit, okay?"

The two of you nod sleepily, Annie sighing both fondly and irritably at your lack of movement. She disappears into her bathroom once again, bearing two warm rags when she returns.

"Armin, I need you to help me here. You're heavy as fuck," she says.

The blonde boy huffs, slowly sitting up to reach down and pull his soft length out of you, making both of you gasp in overstimulation. He swears when he watches his cum drip out of your hole, almost mesmerized by the sight. His admiration is cut short by Annie clearing her throat, gesturing for Armin to lay back down beside you.

It's quiet as the woman makes quick work of wiping the two of you down, making sure you don't feel nearly as sticky or gross as before. You mumble a small thanks, earning a soft kiss in response.

The silence that ensued after was very comfortable, not unlike the ones you would sit in as friends when you all had drained your social batteries. Those were the times everyone would curl up with tea and books and just enjoy one another's company, savoring the feeling of being with your best friends. It would be cozy, comforting... nothing too overwhelming. And at the end of the day, everyone would return to their dorms or apartments or houses alone, leaving you feeling loved but still painfully alone.

You weren't quite ready (nor awake enough) to start questioning what the three of you were after tonight, so you settled on just enjoying the familiar but foreign silence that encased you all like a quilt.

When the rags are disposed of and the sheets are stripped, Annie throws t-shirts at everyone before joining you two on the bed, dragging a clean comforter behind her. She throws it over you all once everyone pulls their shirts on, sighing in content as she finally snuggles up to your side.

Armin's chest becomes your pillow, the gentle rising and falling of his chest lulling you to sleep like a silent lullaby while Annie tangles her legs with your own, arm thrown over your waist protectively.

You don't think you'll ever get used to the feeling of the two of them on you in such an intimate way. But you can absolutely get used to the way their presence makes you feel at home.

A/N: so uhhhh... thoughts? please let me know if i miss a warning or have some sort of funky grammar error i can fix :) i hope you guys enjoyed. these types of one-shots probably won't be nearly as long as this one when i write in the future, but who knows? i'll see what happens when inspiration strikes!

thank you for reading <3 i love you

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jean x reader x connie

modern!au

the title is inspired by swimming pools by kendrick lamar

this blurb is jean + connie x fem!reader, if you guys would want to see some gender neutral fics just let me know in my asks inbox! i’m open to any suggestions, if you want a fic that’s specifically tailored to you whether that be race-wise, gender-wise, any disabilities, etc,. just let me know!

likes/reblogs/comments are always appreciated:D

this blurb has been proofread but if i missed something just let me know!

i saw a tiktok talking about being sandwiched between these two while swimming pools by kendrick lamar is playing: [@armins.sea.shell420] and y’all know a bitch jumped at the opportunity😁

a/n: i have so much love for jean and connie, they are my favorite duo. this fic is appreciation for them, JEAN AND CONNIE SUPREMACY! also two aot episodes tomorrow!!(that’s if i finish writing this fic right now, it’s currently 3:43 AM)

edit: it is now 5:17 AM and i need to go to bed, be back later:D 

warnings: language(most of my fics do contain explicit language), alcohol consumption, smut: light public sex, slapping(very slight, only once, consensual), oral(fem and male!receiving), degradation + praise, unprotected sex w/ creampie, voyeurism, threesome.

word count: 3.8k words

summary: somehow, on a friday night, you found yourself in sigma phi’s frat house, sipping on a smirnoff ice. it’d be nice to have someone to keep you company. two’s a party, but three’s a riot.

i was in the dark room, loud tunes, looking to make a vow soon…

you don’t know why you let ymir and historia convince you to come to the party tonight. one; you hated frat houses, and two; you knew they’d leave you mid-way through to go makeout against some wall. yet, you fell victim to historia’s sweet smile and ymir’s threatening glare.

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colors

𝘵𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰 𝘹 fem!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. not incest. cheating. mentions of infidelity. dacryphilia. temperature play. slight burning mentions. fingering. one (1) tongue lick. smoking. it’s toji. he’s mandatorily going to be slightly toxic.

𝐰𝐜. 3.6 K

thank you to @two-percent-milk and @lovesakusa​ for beta reading and editing my sins. @lovetsumie for an immaculate post to inspire me on toji’s dick. 

This was fucked up. It was fucked up and you knew it was. It wasn’t supposed to be this way, but it’s the only way your heart squeezed in that sickeningly pleasant way – the only reason you wanted to sleep over any more.

You looked up at him, eyes dancing over the serenity in his features. Handsome. Somehow boyish in the length of his lashes and the way his lips parted in a slight laugh. He made you feel like an endangered animal – preciously encaged for safety and sanctuary yet never letting you see home again.

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definition of a good boy | a.a.

summary: literally you just peg the FUCK out of armin arlert. that’s it. and he looks real fucking pretty taking it.

WARNINGS: smut (18+), switch!reader (but majority femdom), switch!armin (majority sub <3), PEGGING, edging, anal fingering ahgnfkld, safe word (not used), oral (fem-receiving), overstim, praise kink, minor dacryphilia bc that shit HITS pairing: armin arlert x fem!reader word count: 3.7k

a/n: if armin no like peg, why he look like THAT last episode? ANYWAY this is who i represent now. just,,, pegging men and making them cry

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You wonder how many times Armin’s thought about this before. Or even, the first time at least. 

Was it when you rode him until he was crying for relief, your hands around his throat and your lips ravaging his own? Or maybe that time you had riled him up until he had you pinned in an alleyway just outside a fucking embassy, panties swept aside by the crook of his fingers and cock sheathed inside your wet folds as you cried out into his shoulder.

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Men expressing their confidence in their masculinity by wearing cute lil tennis skirts is so hot to me hhhhh I just really wanna see any of the haikyuu boys wear one bc their s.o is into that and then proceed to get the best bj of their lives bc they’re such good boys

also my dude your work is genuinely top tier keep it up xoxo

TENDOU S. + HEAD IN A SKIRT —

— c/w: gn. reader; degradation; slight feminization (tendou wears a skirt); blowjob; spitting (just this once); face-slapping (with his dick); implied cum eating (?)

— i made him a good (mean) boy <33

-> god, tendou would level up in a little black skirt — he’d be so pretty n confident n mean.

-> the way it skims the top of his muscular thighs, the way it tents with his hard cock...

-> sitting on the edge of the bed, braced on one hand that fists the sheets at the feeling of your tight little throat convulsing around him.

—

“filthy baby, drooling all over my cock. don’t you dare get my nice skirt messy or i’ll rearrange your fucking guts,” he hisses.

tendou’s supposed to be the vulnerable one. instead, he’s very much in control, one hand heavy on the back of your head, shoving his cock down your throat. a pitiful gag around him and your nose brushes the soft fabric of his skirt, bunched on his pelvis.

your hand slips between your thighs, needy and aching for touch. the desperate, frantic moving of your wrist doesn’t escape tendou, nor the muffled whines that lightly buzz around his dick.

“such a pretty little cockslut,” he laughs, all mean, and forces your head down further. “so fucking dirty— you just can’t help touching yourself when you choke on my cock, can you?”

he pulls you off, slapping his dick with wet smacks against your cheek, a mix of spit and precum smearing on your skin as he grins down at you. he loves making a mess of you like this.

“open up,” he demands, cock plugging your mouth again, suckling at the soft crown of it as you wordlessly beg for his cum. “fuck— c’mon, baby, milk this cock.”

his fingers form a tight circle at the base of his dick, pumping it in time with the swipes of your tongue laving his sensitive tip. you can feel it throb on your tongue before his cum fills your mouth in heavy squirts — using you as his filthy little cum dump.

spent and panting, tendou leans forward. his fingers pinch into your cheeks as he cups your jaw before you can swallow his load. “open your mouth. let me see.”

a low groan slips from him at your obedience, sticking out your tongue immediately to show him the sticky, shiny mess of cum pooled there.

“cute,” he hums, puckering his lips to let a fat drop of spit drip into your open mouth, sitting pretty on top of his cum. “now swallow like a good little slut.” <//3

who: matsukawa x v!reader

what: adult characters, dumb humor, flirting, some kitchen spice, finger sucking, getting filthy in your roommate’s bed

wc: 2709

cross posted to the ao3

a little something i vibed to 💘

this is extremely self indulgent! and jokes on you, but my dialogue is self referential. have fun 🥴 (not sorry for the multiple hercules references)

“Fuck you!” you whine, rolling your eyes.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Matsukawa quipped, eyes glittering with mischief.

“Now now, children,” Hanamaki giggled, “it’s just a game.”

You raised an eyebrow, feigning submission with a dramatic sigh. Did you plan a weekly board game night at Mattsun and Makki’s apartment, just to chase this feeling? Maybe. Flirting with Mattsun came easy. The chemistry between you two was blatantly obvious. So much so that, on multiple occasions, Makki had joked about moving out just so you could take his place. You tried to picture it, more often than you were willing to admit. Just the thought of spending one night alone with Mattsun made your heart pound and mind wander, let alone, every night…

“Your turn… Hello?” Mattsun tilted his head with curiosity, “No need to daydream when the real thing’s right in front of you baby.”

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in-game | miya atsumu, sakusa kiyoomi

pairing: miya atsumu, sakusa kiyoomi x reader

warnings: 18+ smut, gamer boy au, mentions of call of duty (mentions of gun violence in a video game), mentions of sakusa wearing glasses, fingering, cunnilingus, manipulation, the difficult task of gaming while horny, jealousy, does this count as phone sex?, discord sex?, humiliation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, squirting  

word count: 842

author’s note: this is the first (incredibly self-indulgent & unofficial) installment of the gamer boy series!! just a little something to get u warmed up!! 🎮

Atsumu makes a pleased noise over your headset. “You sound distracted, what’s going on over there?”

“Noth—thing, just trying to focus,” you pant out, a moan slipping through your parted lips as you gasp for air.

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initiation | bokuto, sakusa, atsumu, suna, hinata 

pairing: team japan ! bokuto, sakusa, atsumu, suna, hinata x reader

warnings: 18+ smut, voyeurism, exhibitionism, team japan in formal wear im sweating, alcohol, sensory deprivation, bondage, veryyy subtle sexual character interactions, creative use of ties, praise, so much encouragement, degradation, panties in mouth, tummy bulge, someone cums in their pants oops, unprotected sex, objectification i guess??, nipple play, male masturbation, horse cock sunaaaaa    

wc: 1.8k

a/n: this thought came to me in the middle of the night while thirsting over sakusa, atsumu and suna with @daishou-s​ ♥ i really just want to be railed by the entire team but that’s a fic for another day!! the biggest thanks to the osamu to my atsumu @samuslut​ ♥ for beta reading & putting up with the 34983 mistakes i made writing this at 7 am!! love u bitch!!

“You know the rules, right?” The blond looks up at Suna, who blindly nods. Atsumu lazily runs a finger up and down your slit, sitting next to you on the plush couch. “Make her cum. Bonus points if you guess who she is.”

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message delivered | miya atsumu

this is part 2 to typing… find part one here!

miya atsumu x f!reader - 18+

warnings: smut, size kink, light hair pulling, praise, oral (male & fem receiving), fingering

wc: 4.9k

A/N: this was supposed to be a 1.5k pwp. idk what happened. thank u to @atsumuse for hyping me up the entire time i was writing this and being my baeta

Two weeks. It’s been two weeks since that one crazy, unbelievable drunk night when you spilled your guts about how sexy you thought Miya Atsumu, MSBY Setter #13, was. Since then, it feels like you’ve constantly been walking on air. After Bokuto had so rudely interrupted your video call with Atsumu, the latter had been quick to give you his number, asking you if you had time the following day to “finish what we started”.

Unfortunately, you didn’t. As much as you wanted to drop all of your responsibilities, you’d had prior obligations and couldn’t find any excuse out of them. You cursed being an adult, responding with disappointment and shaky fingers, hoping that Atsumu wouldn’t ghost you for not jumping at the opportunity to meet up with him. Luckily, he was completely understanding, saying that the next time he’ll be in town will be in two weeks and that he hopes he’ll get the chance to see you then.

That didn’t stop you two from texting each other nonstop, especially now that you had his number. At first you were hesitant, not wanting to come off as too clingy or obsessive, but with every passing day and text exchanged between the two of you, that quickly wore off. It helped that Atsumu always returned your enthusiastic energy and reciprocated the eager itch you felt in your fingers. 

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typing... | miya atsumu

After a drunken night with your friends, the last thing you expect to wake up to is Miya Atsumu in your DMs.

miya atsumu x f!reader - 18+

warnings: smut, mentions of alcohol, atsumu, mutual masturbation

wc: 3.7k

A/N: ty to local atsumu fucker and my baeta @atsumuse​ for once again coming in clutch and making sure atsumu isn’t the bumbling idiot i headcanon him as!!

find part two, message delivered, here!

Saturdays are for two things: the girls and indulgence. When you work hard, you deserve to play hard, right? At least that’s what you tell yourself when you’re four shots deep, dancing like an idiot to some up and coming pop musician in the living room of your best friend’s house.

One of your friends calls your name from the kitchen, where she’s munching on some chips and salsa. “Didn’t you say you had a new boy toy obsession? Let’s hear about him!”

Laughing, you twist open a water bottle and take a long gulp. Something so simple as water tastes like nectar of the gods when you’ve been drinking nothing but liquid fire all night. “You know that volleyball team I follow?”

“The coyotes or whatever?” Your best friend pipes up, lying down on the cool tile of the kitchen floor.

“Black Jackals, but close enough. Yeah, well, I’m kinda over Bokuto—the owl-looking guy—now and I’ve been crushing hard on his teammate. Here, check him out.” You pull up Miya Atsumu’s instagram page, spinning your phone around to show your friends.

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Imagine with me if you will... bieng the MSBY team manager and taking the boys to Onigiri Miya after a game and Osamu being like "oh yeah your food is on the house as long as I get a chance to fuck that hot manager of yours" completely acting like you aren't sitting there with the team, and having Osman just absolutely railing you in the back of his shop

o-oh word?? i am seeing and looking and imagining,, maybe something a lil like this??

“you do this often? just whore out this slutty little pussy of yours for your team?” osamu grunts in between deep thrusts, the sounds of your sloppy sex and heavy breathing filling the back office of onigiri miya. a wet tongue glides along the shell of your ear. “not like i’m complaining though, fuck,” he curses under his breath, “been wanting to bend you over like this the second i saw you.”

your cheek is pressed into cool wood, hands aimlessly searching for anything to hold onto while the strength of osamu pistoning his cock in and out of you has the entire desk shaking. the copious pencils in the holder are shaking from the vibrations of your body as you moan, feeling yourself hurling towards another earth-shattering orgasm. 

“o-osamu, i’m so close. right there, please, please!”

“yeah? you gonna cream all over me again so soon, sweetheart?” the juices from your previous release are still dripping down his balls and slicking both his and your thighs. he isn’t even sure what number you’re on anymore, but that doesn’t matter. 

osamu sheathes himself balls deep and holds himself there, fighting the convulsing and clamping of your walls that threaten to have him blowing his load. he hisses as you wiggle your ass, trying to tempt him into moving again, all while you let out a long whine. a couple spanks end that needy behaviour quickly enough.

“atsumu’s calling me up,” osamu sighs, already thinking of the many different ways he can skin his brother for interrupting him. “be a good girl and stay here until i get back. don’t even think about touching yourself, sweetheart. i’m not done with you yet.”

No thoughts head very full of soft shigaraki titty sucking head canon drabble

Imagine Shigaraki crawling into bed with you after he's had a tiring day being the head of the LOV and you can just tell as he crawls under the blanket that he's stressed out. So you ask him what's wrong and how you can help, and he just lifts his head gently off your chest (thats covered by one of his shirts) and he just looks at you in the eyes and gives you a look of stress and tiredness.

You cup his face in one of your hands and tell him you have just the thing to help him relax. Then you have him sit up a little so you can take off the shirt you're currently wearing to expose your breasts to him. You take the back of his head in your hand and guide his mouth to your nipple.

Shigaraki sucks on your nipple as he falls asleep with an expression of pure relaxation on his face as you gently stroke and play with his hair.