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"Like any unloved thing, I don't know if I'm real when I'm not being touched." - Natalie Wee
Maybe you soared too high - beared your teeth too wide. The fall from grace was longer than the climb, allowing scotching shame to burn away any feelings you still carried. Oikawa Tōru had played you for a fool.
Otherwise, after a week of walking you to class and buttering up your fragile heart. He wouldn't have asked you if your best friend, Emi, was single.
Propping himself up on your desk, Oikawa’s thick hands supported the bulk of his weight. His form seemingly dripped with unease. If you listened closely enough, you could hear the sound of his sneakers shifting beneath him.
You hated every moment of it.
The star volleyball captain had just made it clear he never had any intentions of courting you. All he saw was a gateway to Emi. An easy in.
You paused for just a moment. Thoughts of confronting the man above you ate at your skin. You wanted to scream. Rage at him. Ask him why he led you on. He could have easily asked out Emi without your assistance. Was there a reason to ask you other than to be cruel?
But you didn't.
Instead you smiled warmly, swallowing your pride, “Ya, Emi’s single.”
Oikawa’s grin brightened, “You can put in a good word for me right? Since we're friends n’ all?”
The corner of your mouth twitched.
“Of course.”
A kick to the front leg of your desk rattled the metal. You flinched at the noise. Body tensing, you refused to greet the offender. Finding it easier to stay hidden in your arms on top of your desk.
“What’s up with you?”
Teary eyed, you finally looked up from your crossed arms to the deep voice above you, Iwaizumi Hajime. You internally groaned at the sight of him. Iwaizumi was the last person you wanted to see right now, aside from his flamboyant captain.
You swallowed the lump in your throat, “I think Oikawa likes Emi.”
Iwaizumi huffed, “I could've guessed that.”
“What?” You searched his eyes for an answer, “You knew?”
“Ya,” He rubbed the back of his neck, “Whole team does.”
Clenching your teeth, you balled your hands in frustration, “Then why did he even bother talking to me? He should've just went straight to her!”
Iwaizumi shrugged, “It's probably because you're her Duff.”
You felt the pit in your stomach drop, “Her what?”
“Ya know, her Duff. Designated Ugly Fat Friend,” he said it as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.
The information hit you like a truck, “Excuse me!? I am not her “Duff”!”
Iwaizumi shifted uncomfortably, “Hate to break it to you, but…I think everyone is aware you’re Emi’s Duff other than yourself.”
You fake laughed, “I think I'd know if people were calling me that.”
“It's not that big a deal. Just means you're more approachable,” he searched for his next words, “I mean it's easier to ask you if Emi’s single rather than face the embarrassment if not.”
Iwaizumi’s statement left you breathless, “Face the embarrassment? What about me!? Oikawa led me on for a week just to ask if Emi was single!”
He brushed you off, “It’s not like you're the only one. Girls come up to the team all the time to ask about Oikawa.”
Seething, you stood up from your chair haphazardly, “You know what? Screw you!” The screech of your chair echoed across the room, “I’m not just some thoughtless NCP you guys can use to help get laid!”
Iwaizumi frowned, “You know I didn't mean it like that.”
You didn't bother to respond, favoring storming out of the mostly empty classroom. You’d prove to them all you could be more than just Emi’s Duff. You just needed to figure out how to first.
“Can you believe he said that to me?!” Sitting on top of Bokuto’s bed, you straddled the pillow you were holding in anger, “I am not a Duff!”
Bokuto hummed below you, focusing more on the controller in his hand rather than what you were saying, “Didn’tcha only go on one date?”
Cackling, Kuroo bumped shoulders with Bokuto, “There wasn’t even a date. He just walked her tah’ class.”
Your face burned, “He carried my books! Who does that other than someone who cares!?”
Kuroo tilted his face back at you, resting his head on the bed, “Yer’ joking, right?”
Frowning, you swiped at Kuroo’s face with the pillow in your hands. The comb head merely caught the pancaked pillow with his dominant hand, ripping the fabric away from you. Then, he shot the pillow at your head, hard. You reacted quickly, lifting your hands up in defense. The pillow thumped pathetically against your forearms.
Flipping him off, you tossed the pillow back at the headboard, “You always play too rough!”
A wild grin plastered itself on his face, “What? I thought girls liked it rough?”
You threw him a disgusted look, “Don’t be a freak.”
Chuckling, Kuroo’s already large smile grew impossibly wider. Clearly satisfied at your obvious discomfort.
Groaning at Kuroo’s smug smirk, you flopped backward on the bed, “It’s not fair! Emi always has a boyfriend and I’ve yet to have even one.” You emphasized the number with your finger.
Passing off the controller, Bokuto stretched his hands about his head, “Who cares? Ya don’t need a boyfriend anyways,” He pointed a thumb at himself, “You got us!”
“Says you! Both you and Ku have had girlfriends,” You flipped onto your stomach, “I feel like I'm missing out.”
Lip curled, Bokuto threw himself on top of the bed and grabbed your smaller form, “Aww, our poor sweet (y/n)!”
You wrestled against his tight bear hug, “Lemme’ go, Airhead!”
Bokuto smiled, “Never!”
Your legs intertwined as you tried to slither free from Bokuto’s relentless hold. However, the older male easily subdued you. Pushing and pulling you every which way. Eventually, Bokuto relented and slid you into his lab, wrapping his arms around your midriff.
You huffed at his antics. It wasn't the first time Bokuto forced you into his lab - and you were sure it wasn't the last. Yet, that didn't stop the way your heart squeezed when his chest pressed up against your back. Or the way you shivered when he slotted his head into the crook of your neck.
It certainly didn't stop the way you secretly liked how Kuroo watched.
Face burning, you chewed on your lip. You were sick. Friends shouldn't be thinking this way about each other. Especially not when you have known eachother since diapers. You internally sighed. It's not like they'd be interested in you anyways. Who’d want to be with a designated Duff?
“Sometimes I wish I was more like Emi...”
The thought slipped out of your mouth without your brain's approval. Meek and mild. Your quiet voice sent the room into an abrupt silence. You had little time to curse at yourself before Kuroo’s uncontrollable laughter broke through the stillness.
Dropping the gaming controller, Kuroo moved calculatedly. His toned body slowly crawling its way on top of the bed, joining you and Bokuto. Your breath hitched at the sight. If you didn't know any better, you thought you might be eaten alive.
Kuroo reached you at an agonizing pace. His hands moved to rest on your knees while Bokuto’s stayed on your waist, “Ya wanna’ be like Emi, huh?”
Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you ignored the close proximity, “She always gets so much attention. I just wanna know what that feels like. Just once.”
Sulking, you missed the subtle glance Kuroo and Bokuto exchanged. Sly and cunning. The grip of their calloused hands tightened ever so slightly.
“Ya know why Emi keeps gettin’ so much attention?”
Sinking back into Bokuto, you swallowed, “Because she's pretty?”
“Nope,” Kuroo’s grin widened as he slotted himself between your legs, “It’s ‘cause she’s a slut.”
Slut.
The word made your heart pang, “E-Emi’s not like that!”
Kuroo let out a scoff, “Course’ she is. You wanna be like that? A slut?”
Squirming, you tried to remove Kuroo from in between your legs. An action proving to be difficult very quickly, “No! I just don’t wanna be the school’s Duff anymore!”
Unimpressed, Kuroo’s large hands hooked under your knees and wrapped your legs around his waist. You only struggled harder. The thought of being trapped between the two large men was starting to make your head spin.
Writhing in Bokuto’s hold, you halted when he groaned softly in your ear, “...Bo?”
“Look at that, Kitten,” Kuroo kneaded the fat of your thigh, “Already practicing.”
Bokuto buried his face deeper into your neck, nipping at the skin, “Ya wanna practice that bad, sweetheart?”
“I think she does, Bo,” Kuroo laughed cruelly, “Just look at her. Gettin’ ya hard already.”
Bokuto whined, “Can’t help it. She keeps rubbin’ that plump ass against my dick.”
On que, Bokuto’s hands shifted from your waist to your hips. His thick digits dug into your skin as he began to move your hips for you. Grinding his half hard cock into your clothed ass.
Your face was a molten red at the action, “Stop!”
“Please, sweetheart. Feels so good,” Bokuto’s words slurred as he grinded your bodies together.
You mewled, “We can’t!”
Kuroo snatched you chin, forcing your attention back on him, “Thought you were tired of bein’ the Duff?”
You could feel the beginnings of tears brimming your eyes, “I am!”
He smiled sickly sweet, “How are you gonna prove um’ wrong if ya can’t even do this?”
Swallowing thickly, your lips quivered, “I’m scared.”
Kuroo bore a mocking expression, “Sluts don’t get scared.”
Your whimper was cut off by Kuroo’s plump lips. The kiss was sloppy, desperate even. Kuroo’s tongue exploring your mouth like he owned it. Immediately, his hand found its way into your hair, tugging you further into the kiss. You cried against his mouth. Clutching at his wrist, you held on as he devoured you.
Below you Bokuto shifted. His hand plunged its way into his sweats, pulling out his weeping cock, “Ku, lemme’ lift her up.”
Kuroo pulled away from your mouth, a string of saliva following in suit, “So impatient you owl bastard.”
You had little time to gasp for air as Bokuto’s hands replaced Kuroo’s. His hands wrapped under the pits of your knees swifty. Lifting up your legs, you gasped when his exposed cock made contact with your thin shorts.
“Bo, wait!”
Bokuto ignored your small pleas. Sliding his cock against the fabric, he traced the shape of your pussy, “Sweetheart, you’ll lemme’ put it in, right?”
You squeaked when he tried to push up, the fabric of your shorts keeping him out, “You can’t go in raw!”
Bokuto groaned when Kuroo clutched his length, rubbing him harder against your slowly dampening shorts. You whined at the attention. Your hole clenching everytime Kuroo massaged your clit with the head of Bokuto’s cock.
Kuroo purred, “Ya feel that, Kitten? See how good yer’ makin’ Bo feel?
A sobbed rocked through your chest, “No.”
Clicking his tongue, Kuroo pulled at the hem of your shorts, “Still playin’ difficult, slut?”
You suddenly regretted wearing such short shorts. Kuroo managed to pull them off you in record time, only readjusting Bokuto’s hold on you once. As quickly as the shorts were off - Bokuto was on you.
The head of his cock slid against your folds with an obscene sound, “Please lemme’ put it in, sweetheart. Please, please.” You could feel his hips snap against your ass every time he slid up and down your pussy.
The cord in your stomach slowly began to pull. The feeling of his cock rubbing against your clit was almost enough to send you over the edge. You wanted more. No. You needed more.
Whimpering, your breath hitched as his cock prodded your entrance, “Bo, please!”
“Ya hear that, Bo?” You could hear the smirk on Kuroo’s face, “Slut needs a fat cock to fill ‘er up.”
Growling, Bokuto wasted no time before shoving his cock into your entrance. You cried out at the intrusion. Unprepared, your tight hole stretched painfully around his cock. It felt as if he had split you in two.
Kuroo hushed your cries, “Poor, Kitten. I’ll make it better.” His fingers made their way to your dripping pussy, circling your neglected clit.
“Ku!” You moaned at the touch. The burning sensation in your torn hole was slowly replaced by dull pleasure.
“So tight for me, Sweetheart,” Bokuto slowly pulled out before slamming back in, “So fuckin’ perfect.”
You shuddered at his words, “Too much!”
Sucking on your neck, Bokuto groaned, “Just gettin’ started.”
You flinched when Kuroo’s fingers traced down from your clit to your entrance. His caloused pointer nudged at your puffy hole.
“Look how much yer’ stretchin’ her, Bo,” He slowly added a finger to your already stuffed entrance, “Bet we can stretch it further.”
You sobbed at the invasion, “It won’t fit!”
Kuroo’s darkened eyes made you squirm, “We’ll make it fit.”
One finger soon turned into three as Kuroo worked your already sore pussy open. You wailed loudly. Finally, the feeling of fingers leaving your hole made you sign in relief. The full feeling in your stomach slightly dissipating.
Until you felt something much larger.
Kuroo placed his hand on your waist as he lined the head of his cock against your hole. You tensed at the sight. Bokuto hissed in your ear, surprised by the sudden clench of your pussy.
“Loosen up, Sweetheart,” Bokuto kissed the crown of your head
A small mewl escaped your lips, “There's no way!”
The men above you rubbed small circles into your skin, attempting to relax your tensed muscles. You moaned at the affection. Body loosening, you shoved your face into Kuroo’s chest as he pushed in.
“There we go, Sweetheart. So good fer’ us,” Bokuto hummed against the back of your neck.
The initial stretch of your walls burned intensely. Even with prep, you still felt like you’d tear up the middle.
“So full,” you mumbled incoherently. Unable to focus on anything other than the cocks filling your already bullied hole.
“Gonna start movin’, kay?” Kuroo’s cock bottomed out before you could even respond.
They moved opposite of eachother. Bokuto’s cock slamming deep into your pussy while Kuroo’s dragged out of your weeping hole painfully slow. It was enough to drive you insane. You moaned shamelessly, far too drunk on cock to care how slutty you looked.
“Yer’ takin’ us so well, kitten,” Kuroo bit into your neck, leaving a trail of marks, “Like you were made for this.”
You quivered under his touch, “Want more, please.”
Bokuto’s hands slithered under your shirt, “Ya already want more?” His hands moved to unclasp your bra, “Such a slut.”
You bit your lip as Bokuto found his way to your sensitive buds, “Yes, sir.”
“Sir?” Bokuto licked up your neck, “Ya hear that, Ku? She really was meant tah’ be a slut.”
You could barely comprehend Kuroo’s response. Your ears felt like they were filled with cotton as the pressure in your stomach increased. Instinctively, your hips jerked against their movements. You were so close.
“Need tah’ cum, Kitten?” Kuroo fisted your hair, “Ya gotta ask nicely.”
Hot tears streamed down your face at the unreleased pressure in your abdomen, “Please let me cum, sir. Please, I wanna cum so bad.”
Kuroo traced his tongue up your cheek, savoring the salty taste, “Whaddya’ think, Bo? Should the slut be allowed to cum?”
Bokuto traced his fingers from your breast to your clit, “Maybe just this once.”
The chord in your stomach snapped as soon as you were granted permission. Head thrown back, a porn star moan fell from your lips. Your vision went white with pleasure. Long and intense, you trembled in Bokuto’s hold.
Your chest heaved as your legs gave out, yet Kuroo and Bokuto remained relentless. Continuing their abuse on your sloppy pussy, they pushed you further over the edge.
You whined in overstimulation, “No more.”
“Oh, Sweetheart,” Bokuto ran his fingers through your hair, “We ain't done yet.”
Your eyes widened, “W-what?”
Kuroo smirked, “We haven't come yet, Slut.”