#💫ch.daishou

[iwaasfairy]

Okok so I saw ur fox girl gangbang and was wondering what team would gangbang a bunny girl? XoX

i was trying to decide this for a while and i kept thinking (｡+･`ω･´) snakes hunt bunnies so that’d be such a cute pairing!! but then also i feel like nekoma as a team definitely has the vibe of loving a bunny girl so :heheh:

tw gangbang, free use, a lot of cum, praise & degradation

“Can you please get on with it already,” Kuroo sighs, glancing from your bulged cheeks to the person currently between your legs, spreading your thighs a bit further apart and rubbing two fingers over your clit. Your little whimpers are muffled as you keep your lips tightly shut, breathing heavily and eyes fluttering closed. “You’re doing so well, bunny,” the noiret breathes, on the bed next to you and placing soft kisses on your neck and collarbones, slowly licking down to lay marks on your tits. Though you pay no mind to anyone who’s not currently touching you, you can hear them in the room. Slick sounds of their cocks being stroked to the sight of you, and heavy breaths as they bring themselves to cum again and again.

Someone else dips the bed with a strained, little noise, before he’s pushing the flushed head of his cock right up to your lips. “Ah- gonna cum, bunny,” Lev grunts, jerking his dick with a pace that’s rapidly becoming sloppy. You moan though as you reach for him, pressing your lips to it and doing your best not to spill any cum as he pushes the glistening head into your mouth. You do your best to suck on it, even with your mouth full and white spilling out the sides of your mouth as he pushes in more.

His hand doesn’t stop, and with a hard thrust and a desperate grip of your hair he spills his hot cum into your mouth, not minding that more drips out around his cock. “F-fuck, so pretty taking our cum.” Fingers curl inside your pussy, making you moan, body twitching. When he pulls back you whine when more spills out, making the bottom half of your face entirely messy, something that makes the guys laugh. Kenma to your other side, who’s been toying with your other breast while stroking his own cock, quickly leans over to swipe some of it away with his fingers, before rubbing it over your slicking folds and swirling his precise fingers around your clit.

Everything’s too much, your hips bucking and your legs twitching on the bed. But you know that even with so much stimulation, you’re far from done. Nekoma doesn’t do anything halfway. After a second, Kuroo clicks his tongue. “Suguru, stop messing around,” he hisses, bright eyes narrowing at the man still standing between your legs with a tiny grin. “The poor thing’s been waiting to cum since the start. She’s been good.”

“Oh, come on Kuroo,” Daishou snickers as he pulls his fingers out of your wet pussy, using them to lube up his own cock as he lines himself up. You whimper when he pushes in so suddenly, stretching you out wide again. “Reunions are supposed to be fun, you know? Though you probably wouldn’t know that— hm-shit,” he grunts, “still tight.” Kenma continues rubbing your clit for you as he rubs his cock into your hip, moaning.

“Just make her cum. Bet you can’t,” Kuroo says.

“You bet wrong,” Daishou bites back, grabbing your thigh higher.

“Can the both of you shut up?” Yaku suddenly snaps though, glaring at both of them. “Or else I’ll be fucking her all myself.” He only gives you a second of reprieve before he angles your head back, stretching out your throat with the angle as he squishes your cheeks between his fingers. “That’s a good girl. Now, don’t choke.” There’s a challenge in his tone though. He wants to, it’d be so easy. “Gonna give our bunny what she wants.” Then he lines himself up with your mouth again and you try so hard to keep your mouth locked around his cock as he pushes into it. Thick and heavy in your mouth, he doesn’t stop until he’s in the back of your mouth and pushing in more. “That’s it, bunny slut.”

And then Daishou pushes himself in again all the way to bottom out with a sharp snap of his hips, right when Yaku bucks into your mouth. You can’t help it, you gag. Pulling away from him with coughs as all the cum gushes out of your mouth and down the side of your face, your chin and neck. But you just whine louder, because that was definitely on purpose. They made you lose. “You failed, bunny,” Kenma smiles softly as he watches your mess, shaking his head. “That’s just too bad, isn’t it.”

[iwaasfairy]

𝚂𝙷𝙷𝙷

daisho suguru is not possessive, but nekoma’s manager is his and only his

.wordc. 1k+ .note. this kinda cute, but i have this darker thing that i dreamed of and ಠ_ರೃ tell me yall wanna read it bc i really feel like writing it too tw daddy, jealousy, my spit kink making an appearance again

The sweat is still dripping off the players, their jerseys drenched and expressions tired. After you’ve given everyone their water and towels, you eye your team carefully. It’s only a practice match, but their expressions are almost as grim as they would be losing an actual tournament. You bite your lip, glancing through the net once. Sharp, green eyes meet yours. Trailing down your body like they belong there, they seem to glitter under the artificial lights. Kuroo clicks his tongue, you hear it only just before his hand is wrapped around your wrist and is pulling you towards the correct side of the net.

The right side, the one with your team. It should be easy by now, but more now than ever you seem to breathe life into the saying that ‘old habits die hard’. The captain puts his hands on your shoulders, his dark hair still as fluffy and uncontrollable as ever. 

“I can’t stand losing to them,” he admits, like it’s a secret you’ve not known for years now. Kuroo is much easier to read now you’ve long figured out all his ticks and tells. “And the fact that Daisho keeps gawking at you like a piece of meat doesn’t sit well with me either.” He sighs, before his golden eyes find yours with an intensity you’re not used to. “Are you sure you’re alright? Because if he’s being too— him, I can call this off right now and we’ll be on the bus home in a flash.”

It’s a sweet thought. But he doesn’t know, he has yet to figure it out and so you shake your head instantly. “I’m good, Kuroo, really. You’ll most likely have to play them at some point before nationals so any practice is good practice. And I’m not bothered, I can more than handle Daisho.” The noiret glances over his shoulder once more, before rubbing his towel over his face a few times and tossing it onto the bench.

“Alright, guys, we’re playing another two sets! Get back on the court!” He doesn’t turn to you again, but adds a last comment under his breath. “I- Just- Don’t let him psych you out, please.”

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The sweat is dripping off you too. You’re dark, in darkness and still everything is too shining to process. Something shimmers, it catches your attention for a moment until you notice it’s just the golden piercings that line his ear. And in that darkness, a flicker of light, white-hot like the sun when it reflects on the ocean. You sigh, mouth opening to let it pass, though not as a tired thing. It comes from within the depths of your soul, captures you and lays you out to dry in the sun. Lips, dragging down the expanse of your neck. Warm, so warm, his chest molded to yours and in the aftermath of his exertion he’s still stronger than ever. He bites down on the tender part lacing your neck to your shoulder, giggling softly against your skin. “Say it again,” he whispers.

“Ah, Suguru, don’t bite,” you whisper, pulling at the hair that is held between your fingers, “you’ll leave marks again.”

He grunts against your skin, clearly not inclined to listen. One of his hands slipping under the elastic of your panties, he toys with them for a second before dragging them down to your knees. You let them drop to the floor. His lips come to play at your collarbones, before he pushes you down into his lap more with his other hand. 

“I said; say it again. Unless you want me to drag you out there on your knees and have everyone see how well you suck my cock. I can do that too.” You hiss when he moves his mouth down more to bite at the soft skin of your tits. You shouldn’t like it so much when he uses your weaknesses against you. But clearly you do, because his fingers covered in your slick make easy rounds before pushing in.

“Agh,” you rest your forehead against the slope of his neck, letting the cooler metal of his necklace be the thing that grounds you. “I— I said that this cunnie is daddy’s property and that everything I do is to please daddy.” His fingers scissor you apart, the stretch just right. With both fingers moving in and out at a pace that could drive even the most sane crazy, he spreads his thighs more, so your legs are wide open for him. He chuckles at your noises, motioning you to tilt your head back.

“That’s right.” He plants a few kisses on your sensitive throat, before pulling out his fingers to slip them between his lips. You’re already working on the drawstrings of his shorts, too impatient to drag this out any longer than necessary. “And the next time our good friend Tetsuro seems to have a problem with that, I’ll fuck you in front of him until you’re creaming around my cock and begging to stop.” You know you’ll make the bus wait this way, but the print of his cock against those damn shorts is enough to drive you crazy. Daisho chooses to take your heavy silence as agreement, and helps you to slide them down before pulling your attention right back to his face.

He grabs your jaw to pause you in place, as you whimper in anticipation. “You like that, huh?” He slides the glistening head of his thick cock between your legs a few times, pulling back just short every time. You bite your lip and dig your nails into his back barely, enough to make him smirk at your frustration though. “Or are you just this needy because I mentioned that obnoxious chicken?” You use your other hand to reach below you, positioning yourself over him. He pulls your hair harder in retaliation to your disobedience, but moves in to kiss you anyway. You know him well enough to know that his patience is not endless either. 

When he pulls away you put out your tongue for him, and he spits onto it before pushing his thumb into the mess. It drips down your tongue and onto your chest. “I can’t think about anyone else when I’ve got your cock right there,” you say. He rolls his hips into yours again, and suddenly you decide you’re fed up with any prep you might need. You can go home sore. “Daddy, fill me,” you bite out, resting your forehead on his pulse again and lowering yourself onto him. It’s a very tight fit, you can feel him inching inside you with every laboured breath.

When you’re seated in his lap with a huff, he grabs hold of your knees to pull them up so he can look between your bodies at the way your dripping pussy takes his cock so well. You always do. “Let’s see how long we can go for before Kuroo comes looking for you, princess.”