“fucking- shit” his body was nearly bent over yours, his hand firmly gripping your hair as you bobbed up and down on his cock. when you had dragged him to the bathroom, a scoff had left his lips. “are you really that needy for me?” you only rolled your eyes, it’s not your fault he looked so hot on the court. it was also most certainly not your fault that he looked delicious with swear dripping down his face and neck. so, while it wasn’t the most glamorous, or even pleasant, experience you needed him in your mouth and you needed him now.

firmly pushing his knees apart, you dove down further on his cock, pushing all the way back to your throat and gagging. hissing loudly, he tried to tug you off, cursing about how he was going to cum too soon. you drowned him out, drunk on the weight of his cock in your mouth as you pushed down further, nose brushing against his lower stomach.

barely managing to groan a warning, tsukishima pressed your head down and moaned, his cum spilling down your throat. popping off, you licked off the pooling spit and precum from the tip and helped him tuck himself back into the shorts.