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夢 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ⁺ ₊ ｡｡｡
The MIYA TWINS (Haikyū!! ) were always competing over who can satisfy you ( ♀ ) the most. Have it be based on who you did it the most with, who you did it with the longest, and how much you made them cum ― it was a never-ending contest. But hey, not as if you were complaining. While they were distracted by the end result of it all, you simply basked in the joy that two of the hottest twins were yours to constantly fuck every which way, no matter what you did or where you did it because you knew they would happily accept it all. They were so desperate to prove to the other, and themselves, that they could satisfy you a great deal that it was pretty much a free fuck-for-all ("all" obviously referring to you since they didn't even entertain the idea of giving themselves to anyone else). They gave no care whether it was at school or home, nor whether they felt good while doing it.
Who am I kidding? Of course they always felt good! You had no qualms about physically hurting them or emotionally abusing them when those doors are shut and locked to conceal their fucked out faces and cum-filled bodies lying under your form.
Just how they loved it.
Osamu found immense pleasure in the embarrassing scenarios he had to act out like a domesticated pet in heat who was constantly rejected by his repulsed mater. You'd harshly push him away when he'd try kissing you or touching your breasts while calling him a disgusting slut and glaring at him. It burned his skin red hot having you treat him in such a humiliating/abusive way. He was your whore, after all. When it would come the time you fulfilled his wishes, as well, you'd pin his body by holding down his wrists over his head together with one hand so he'd have no way of hiding his shameful face: crying, bulging eyes with heart-shaped pupils. A fiery red blush burning down to his neck you'd sometimes grip just to stutter his breathing, and a wide-open mouth to have his tongue hang free. By then you'd already be viciously tearing down his insides with mighty thrusts of your extra large strap-on you ordered specifically for your twins, which he'd subconsciously push farther down to consume as much of your length as possible every time you re-entered.
Atsumu couldn't get enough of your edging on. You had the perfect timing of stopping any cum from shooting out his tip and slipping your "dick" out of him before he had the chance to suck you fully inside. The icing on the delicious white cake was the restraints you'd force him in (you both liked it when he'd pretend he didn't want to be tied up as you did so). You didn't so much as flinch when his hands fought against the leather cuffs or arch his body up and down to remove you from him. Instead, you ground back onto his bottom he'd "accidentally" push onto your crotch. The position was always perfect to press your perky nipples over his sweating back and your "cock" against his bare ass you'd then steady with your hands gripping his hips, ensuring finger-sized bruises were left. He'd cry out weak moans as his quivering thighs squeezed together around his own throbbing erection from the suspense of when you'd actually start fucking him, but he was always left full-on wailing once you did so, slamming your "dick" inside of him. Those cries alongside the lewd noises his and your parts produced helped him in his role of a scared, embarrassed submissive you happily put him under every time.
The real perk of being able to do whatever the hell you wanted to them was all sorts of sexual experiments with kinks and fetishes to fully milk this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. And while you very much enjoyed the treatment you made the twins endure, there was always one more step to take.
What is tonight's extremely special activity? Finally putting them up against each other, one-on-one. You almost felt annoyed with yourself this idea didn't hit you long before since it was a drag having to constantly hop from one twin after another. Almost. Having each brother stew in their jealousy over the fact the other got his hands on you first ― you purposely fanned the fire by explicitly describing exactly what you did to them ― motivated them to become the most brainless, sex slaves you've always dreamed of having. Considering you were able to make them agree to tonight without a single argument, you officially achieved said dream.
As of now, the brothers desperately (and struggling to) move their tongues in and out of your leaking pussy, having each drop of juice leaking down their faces. They two steady their palms scratching at your bedroom carpet beneath their legs vibrating in tandem with the bead vibrator stimulating their prostates. You seemingly run your fingers through their hair in satisfaction of their vulgar deed.
*Tug!* They get whiplash from how far and hard you pulled their heads backward to force them to meet your terrifying stare. The emptiness lacing your hateful glare at what you then call their "most pitiful state" as you give your hold around their hair one last tighten embarrassingly causes them to cum at the same time, worsening your glare before throwing them both on the ground.
