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Suna was often guilty of being delusional. That trait had ended his marriage, put a strain on his relationship with his teen daughter, and landed Komori Motoya in his current position.
The two had met in a bar (so cliche). Suna was a well-off salary man, 41 years old. Komori was 20 years old and still in his early college days. They’d started off rough, with Komori crashing into the tall intimidating man and splashing his drink all over the expensive dark red suit. The man had eyes that could kill, and looked like he was about to chew Komori out but– they make eye contact and he starts to stutter.
“Y-you! I- this suit-“ Komori can tell the man wants to yell but he’s holding back; suddenly his face turns red.
“I’m sorry! I’ll do whatever I can to apologize! Well, I have no money,” Komori laughs and rubs his neck sheepishly, “but I can do anything else!”
“Anything?” The blushing man bites his lip and is now looking anywhere but at Komori.
“Yeah! Let me make it up to you!”
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Komori was unaware of what he’d gotten himself into at the time, but that introduction lent itself to the next couple years of their relationship. Suna put Komori through college, only under the condition that they would spend time together whenever. Dinner, work events, one awkward dinner with his 14 year old daughter, and occasional sexual favors.
The sexual favors were never selfish, Suna surprisingly giving despite his snotty, spoiled attitude. The older man had a soft spot for Komori. It was usually Suna on his knees in the back of the sleek black car that drove them around, or the strong hands between his legs during a movie or in bed after a date.
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“It’s weird.” Komori’s cousin, Sakusa Kiyoomi, said accusingly over their weekly afternoon tea at Sakusa’s apartment.
“It’s not weird!” Komori defends.
“This man- twice your age- pays for your college, your rent, gives you new volleyball shoes, clothes, anything. He takes you out to dinner, lets you sleep at his place, and expects nothing in return. Actually, he’s not even getting off at all, because every time you guys hook up he never even takes his dick out. It’s totally weird, Motoya!” Komori chokes, coughing as Sakusa rants endlessly about his relationship.
“I guess he’s kind of like a sugar daddy?” Sakusa contemplates, sipping his tea coyly. Komori, having just recovered, is sent into another coughing fit at the words. Once he calms, he takes a few sips of his own tea and speaks.
“He isn’t my sugar daddy! He’s like- he just- ok… maybe he is my sugar daddy…” Komori collapses onto the table, sighing heavily.
“And it’s not like I wouldn’t be happy to see his dick! But every time we hook up he just goes to the bathroom or something… I never say anything cause I’m usually so fucked out-“
“Details, Motoya! I know way too much about your sex life as is!” Sakusa’s face scrunches up in disgust and he presses his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose.
“Sorry, Kiyo,” Komori apologizes, smiling sheepishly.
“Sounds like he’s tryna be respectful,” Komori jumps at the voice, turning to see Miya Atsumu. In Sakusa’s apartment. On a Sunday afternoon. Shirtless, with a towel around his shoulders collecting the droplets from his wet hair. His jaw drops, gaping open and closed as he looks between his cousin and the setter.
Sakusa sighs and he stands, collecting the two tea cups to bring to the kitchen. “Miya, I told you to stay in my room.”
“Sorry Omi, I was gettin’ hungry.” Atsumu grins, “Not fr’ food tho…” his eyes dash up and down Sakusa’s lean form.
“Kiyo?! Wh-?!” Sakusa rolls his eyes at the blonde, walking to the kitchen without another word.
“Tea times over, Komori-kun. See you next week?” Atsumu questions rhetorically, sticking his tongue out and following his cousin into the kitchen.
“What the fuck?” Komori whispers to himself, gathering his things in a rush and leaving the apartment.
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“Are you my sugar daddy?” The question is spoken into the dark silence of Suna’s bedroom. It’s a few days after Komori’s college graduation and official recruitment into the EJP Raijins. The afterglow is thick and musty, and Komori can feel the evidence of their first time fully sleeping together sticky between his thighs.
“Do you want me to be your sugar daddy?” Suna retorts, trailing his hand up and down the lean stomach of the libero. He’s lying against his chest, leg thrown over the shorter man’s and tangled together. Komori’s petting his hair, occasionally scratching his scalp. They’re both naked, much too hot in the room to have bothered getting dressed.
“I don’t think so.” Komori scrunches his face.
“That’s what Kiyo said but… that’s not right. I don’t feel like your sugar baby…” It was rare for Komori to be so honest, but his lips are loose from their celebration of his recruitment a few hours earlier. Not to mention the godly dicking he’d been given a few minutes ago.
“Then you’re not my sugar baby. That’s fine.” Suna mumbles, pressing gentle kisses against his navel. It tickles, but it more so makes his heart feel heavy.
“What are we then?” The question is chilling, and Suna sits up to lean over Komori and tuck a stray strand of hair behind his ear.
“What do you want to be?”
Komori groans out of frustration, rolling away from the brunette onto his side.
“You keep answering my questions with questions.” Suna follows, spooning the smaller man and kissing his neck. It makes Komori keen.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m not sure what to say. I like you, a lot. But do you really want to be with some old man?” Komori’s breath hitches, and he feels tears well up in his eyes. Is he about to be dumped before they were even official?
“Be what, boyfriends? I… I wouldn’t mind that. But I can’t be the one to decide.” Komori lets out a sigh of relief, and he wiggles in Suna’s arms to face him. He smacks the older man on the chest and glares at him. Suna gasps, holding the spot in fake hurt.
“Yes, I want to be boyfriends! Why’d you scare me like that?! I thought you were gonna say we shouldn’t be together!” Komori whines, burying his face into the sturdy chest. The same chest rumbles as Suna starts laughing.
“Aaw, you poor thing. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just… it’s hard for me to believe you’d want to be with me. I couldn’t be the one to ask.”
“Why is it hard to believe? I like you, that’s all that matters.” Komori pulls away enough to make eye contact with Suna. It’s dark in the room, but the curtains are drawn just enough to let in some moonlight. The light makes Suna’s eyes look like the void, and Komori thinks he could probably get lost in the man.
“You’re right. I was just being insecure. Things are always so simple like that for you youngsters,” Suna teases, and it earns him another smack.
“Let me make it up to you?” Suna starts sucking and biting against his neck and chest.
“Y-yah… okay,” Komori moans, stretching his head back to expose even more skin to his new boyfriend.
Suna pushes the smaller man onto his back, climbing over him and placing kisses in a trail down his chest and abdomen, eventually coming to the small patch of hair above his hot center. He passes by it, sucking more marks among the sea of them already on his thighs. He comes to settle between the lithe but muscular legs, spreading them apart gently to expose Komori’s pussy. Komori whines, pushing his legs together in protest of being spread open so perversely. Suna clicks his tongue, looking up to Komori who is already blushing.
“Now you’re shy? After all those times you’ve let me eat you out or finger you… is it because you can feel my cum leaking out?”
Komori nods hesitantly, covering his eyes with his forearm.
“Too bad. Let me see.” Suna starts to force Komori’s thighs apart, and he has no choice but to oblige. Suna’s tongue darts out of his mouth to swipe over his bottom lip once he can finally see. He drags 2 fingers through the slit, spreading the lips apart and watching his cum ooze out.
“Hhhm… I wonder how many times I’ll have to breed you for it to take…” Pure delusion, the rise and fall of Suna Rintarou. They both know Komori will never be capable of having a baby, fully medically transitioned and sterilized by the time he was 18. Regardless, the words send a tingle up his spine, and he can’t help but whimper.
“Yeah, you like that, baby? Want me to breed this little pussy over and over?” Suna dips his fingers inside, pushing his semen back in.
“Yes,” Komori pants, “please, Suna,”
“Please what?” Suna buries his fingers to the knuckle, and grinds slow and hard into the libero’s g-spot. He brings his other hand to the man’s clit, rubbing his thumb in lazy circles around it. It’s nice and slick, lubricated by Suna’s cum.
“Ah-! Don’t… tease!” Komori whines, grinding his hips in search of more stimulation. Suna sighs, and his thumb comes away completely. Komori groans in frustration, collapsing back into the bed.
“You have to ask for what you want, Komori-kun~” Suna stills his fingers inside, now giving Komori no stimulation other than the sensation of being full. Komori ignores him, instead trying to roll his hips to get those damn fingers to move.
“Ah, ah, use your words.” Suna presses his hand against Komori’s abdomen, and with a few twitches, he realizes he can’t move his hips at all. Komori whimpers, and tears well up in his eyes again.
“No crocodile tears. I’m not asking for a lot here. Just tell me how much you want daddy’s cock~” Suna starts rubbing inside and on the outside with his thumb again, and Komori sighs in relief.
“If you don’t tell me what you want, then I can just do this all night, make you fall apart just on my fingers,” Suna teases.
“Want- I want your cock,” Komori mumbles, biting his lip. Suna starts pushing his fingers in and out, and the squelch makes Komori blush from embarrassment.
“What else?” Komori whines in confusion. He said it, what else does this sick old man want!?
“Who’s cock do you want?” Suna presses directly on his clit now, having only been circling around it prior. Komori groans, throwing his head back in frustration. His pride will be dead and buried after this.
“I want… daddy’s cock…” He turns his face to the side, burying it in the pillow. He can see Suna out of the corner of his eye, and the sinister grin on his face sends chills up his sides. Suna pulls his hands away, trailing them up to Komori’s waist and leaning down into his space.
“Gonna take daddy’s cock like a good little boy? Gonna let me cum inside and give you my babies?” Suna starts grinding his dick through the slick mess of Komori’s thighs and pussy. Komori moans, and he nods slowly in confirmation to Suna.
“Want daddy’s dick, want your cum so bad…” Komori whines, turning his head back to Suna. They kiss heatedly, tongues clashing. Suna keeps one hand on the deliciously thin waist, and uses the other to guide his cock into the wet heat. They groan into each other's mouths, and once he’s in he brings his hand back to the libero’s waist. It makes Suna dizzy for a moment when he realizes his hands can almost close around it completely. He sinks his full length inside, and without a second to waste starts pistoning at full speed. Komori shrieks, their lips come apart and he throws his arms around the older man’s neck to keep him close.
They moan and pant into each other's m ouths, foreheads pressed together as Suna’s aims over and over against Komori’s g-spot. The pleasure is building and building, and Komori knows he could come with just a few rubs on his clit.
“‘M close… wanna cum with you daddy…” Komori sighs, and they kiss again as Suna’s hips speed up, chasing his orgasm now. The rhythm starts to become uneven, and Suna’s hand leaves Komori’s waist to bring them to orgasm together. Komori shrieks, correct in his assumption as his vision starts going white as his orgasm begins. Suna holds his own for a few more moments, rubbing his clit and keeping pace to make sure Komori can ride it out all the way. The boy’s legs begin to shake and twitch, and Suna takes that as a sign it’s done.
Suna grabs onto the back of Komori’s thighs, coming out of his grasp and bending him in half to get the leverage he needs. Komori screams as Suna starts pounding into him at full force with all of his body weight and strength. The overstimulation is painful, but it makes Komori clench and shake on the thick dick that’s carving its place in his tight pussy. Komori mewls, moans stringing out of him like a mantra as he cries and drools.
“Such a good boy, Komori, letting me use your perfect pussy~! I’m so close, gonna give you a baby, okay?” Suna rambles, mind going blank as he finally explodes. He slams in all the way, hesitant to thrust anymore in risk of his sperm not reaching as deep as possible. He feels Komori clench impossibly tight around him rapidly, and then a burst of warmth and liquid as Komori comes again.
Suna lets Komori’s legs relax and fall, still trembling. He stays inside him for a few minutes as they catch their breaths and come back down to earth.
Finally feeling sane again, Suna starts to pull out but he feels the heat clench around him again as Komori whines.
“Don’t… pull out. Wanna make sure it takes…” Komori says shyly, wrapping his legs around Suna to stop him from moving. The statement makes Suna’s eyes dilate and blood rushes south to his softening dick.
“Okay, okay. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure it does,” Suna says. Komori begins to panic as Suna withdraws his dick to the tip, but that goes away quickly as Suna thrusts back in, fucking him mercilessly mere minutes after orgasming twice in a row. Komori screams, desperately pushing against Suna’s stomach to slow the thrusts. It’s impossibly sloppy now, two loads of cum and Komori continuously leaking his own arousal.
“Too- much~!” Komori screeches between moans.
“Ssh, baby, let me keep filling you up. Gonna get you pregnant,” Suna gasps, flipping Komori onto his stomach and pulling his hips up to pound away. Komori gives in, slouching into the bed, kept up only by Suna’s hold on him. He drools into the pillow, moaning weakly with each thrust. He orgasms once more on Suna’s dick before the older man cums inside him again, finally burying deep and collapsing to spoon the smaller man. They stay locked together all night, cum failing to leak out.