#bbq.200

high-pitched whimpers fall from your lips, your hands flying up to grasp at sakusa’s shoulder blades. your fingernails dig into his skin, clinging onto him for dear life as he fucks you dumb with his fingers. he buries his face in your neck, breathing in your scent and grazing his lips against your skin as he slams his digits into you faster and faster, hitting your sensitive spot each time with impressive speed & precision.

“omi,” your cry is practically a plea, “m’gonna—“

the words don’t even make it out of your mouth before they’re swallowed up by the sound of your orgasm, broken moans stuttering from you throat as bliss tears through your body like a tsunami. sakusa’s fingers maintain their persistent pace, coating themselves with your slick while your hands claw at him desperately, nails raking down his back as you writhe under his touch. you hear him wince against your neck.

as his fingers finally slow to a halt, your body still feels warm with the buzz of your intense high, mind hazy as you gradually come back to earth. you’re still catching your breath when he slides out of you, sitting up and turning to glance back at himself in the mirror. his face contorts into a grimace when he sees the deep red marks emblazoned across the skin of his back, already dreading the harassment he’ll have to endure next time he changes next to his teammates.

“did i hurt you, omi?” your small voice mumbles as you catch his expression, “m’sorry.”

his glassy obsidian eyes can’t help but soften at your flushed face, apologetic and still bleary from before.

“’s’okay, love,” kiyoomi smiles ever-so-slightly as he turns back to you, positioning himself between your legs with his hardened cock hovering just above your messy, aching cunt. he keenly observes the hunger in your eyes as you gaze at his length, his hand slowly stroking up and down the thick shaft while droplets of pre leak from the rosy tip. “you’ll just have to make it up to me."

he adores the way the pillowy flesh gives when he finally digs his fingers into a handful of your asscheek—how soft and smooth it feels against his palms, your sweet sounds of surprise and pleasure as he kneads the fatty globes, spreading them apart and catching a glimpse of your cute little cunt from the back.

and of course, he loves it the most when you’re face-down-ass-up in front of him, wiggling your plump haunches and exposed cunt at him desperately, practically begging for him to slide his leaking cock past your folds and fuck you until you can’t move.

“please, omi,” you whine pitifully. he’s been toying with you for a while now, taking his time as he massages your asscheeks, marking them up with his mouth and occasionally teasing your leaking hole with his tongue.

“needy little thing, aren’t you?” the silken voice behind you muses. craving the taste of your skin, he drags his lips and tongue over the curve of your ass, pinching the pliant flesh between his teeth. a powerful hand comes down on your other cheek, and you yelp at the sting. the way the fat jiggles from the impact makes sakusa’s reddened cock twitch with anticipation.

unable to resist much longer, he straightens himself up and grabs a handful of ass, while his other hand aligns his cock with your entrance. you instinctively try to press towards him, desperate to be filled, but the athlete holds your hips in place as he continues to tease you, dragging the tip up and down your drooling slit and making you keen with frustration as he relishes the sight.

you both groan when he finally slides himself in. you arch into the stretch, savoring the feeling of being filled up while kiyoomi stares entranced at the way his cock disappears between your asscheeks, kneading them with his hands as your eager cunt sucks him in.

he starts off slow, allowing you time to adjust to his considerable size. once you’re ready, though, he doesn’t hold back from plowing into you, bouncing your ass on his cock while you mewl uncontrollably into the sheets. his dark eyes are fixed on the way your fleshy cheeks ripple with each smack of his hips against yours, the sight alone pushing him closer to the edge by the second.

“ahh—f-fuck, omi—“ you can hardly form words through your breathless whimpers, the angle of his cock perfectly hitting your g-spot as it drives in and out of your messy hole. your hands grip the sheets like your life depends on it, and maybe it does—your mind is too clouded with pleasure to tell the difference.

your vision is already blurry with tears by the time you cum, everything turning to white as you cry out your lover’s name with reckless abandon. your debauched moans and the squeeze of your cunt around his cock quickly sends kiyoomi over the edge as well, pulling out just in time to shoot his warm release onto your bare skin.

sakusa’s absolute favorite thing about your ass is getting to see it painted with the thick ropes of his cum, dripping down onto your drenched, quivering pussy as your hips twitch feebly in the aftershocks of your high.

for someone so obsessed with cleanliness, he sure loves making a mess out of you.

shivers of pleasure radiate through your body as he applies even more pressure, grinding against your swelling clit through the thin fabric of your underwear. “as if i can’t feel how excited you are, ugly” you jeer, referring to the prominent boner pressing against your abdomen.

“oh? already thinkin’ about my cock?” he taunts, squeezing your wrists tighter as he grinds his clothed bulge harder against you. his lips graze your earlobe as he whispers, “let’s not get ahead of ourselves, now.”

you wish he could see your eyes roll in exasperation—instead you latch your mouth onto the side of his neck and suck aggressively, allowing your teeth to press not-so-gently into the skin. you hear him hiss against your ear.

tsukishima may have a smart mouth, but your mouth is making sure he walks away with its marks all over that long ass neck—whether he likes it or not.

a hand suddenly flies up to your throat, large enough to encircle it almost completely, pinning you against the wall as the blond tears away to glare at you.

“watch it.”

“or what, bitch?” you challenge him through your teeth, your free hand palming his clothed cock. you hear his breath catch for a second before his expression immediately darkens.

the hand around your neck tightens, leaving you no choice but to look straight into tsukki’s scowling face as his other hand dips down between your legs, jerking aside your panties and quickly pressing a long, slender finger past your folds. you choke back a moan, hands flying back to brace yourself against the wall.

“pretty wet down here for such a fuckin’ brat,” he smirks as he begins to work his digit inside you, anything but gentle in his motions. your eyes glare back as strained, shallow breaths leave your parted lips. a second finger soon plunges into you without warning, causing a stifled whimper to escape as he twists them inside of you with a surprising amount of skill.

“fuck,” you shudder, knees buckling at the sensation. his grip on your throat is practically holding you up against the wall at this point as his fingers continue their aggressive movements, somehow managing to stretch and prod at just the right places while your slick coats his hand.

“what’s the matter? don’t like it?” he questions tauntingly, the rhythm of his ministrations increasing by the second, pressure building inside you as his fingers push you closer and closer to the edge.

breathy moans are the only response you can form, brain clouding with pleasure as you approach your high. a blond brow quirks up at you. “no answer? fine then, i’ll stop,” he states dryly, abruptly removing his fingers just as you’re about to cum.

an involuntary whine of frustration escapes your throat, walls clenching desperately around the newfound emptiness as tsukishima chuckles at your pitiful reaction. his golden eyes glint down at you from behind his glasses, hand still locked firmly around your neck as he brings his smug face down closer to yours.

“upset?” he taunts, lips curling into a crooked smirk. the condescending lilt in his voice never fails to fill you with rage. “too bad. you’ll have to use your words if you wanna cum.”

next thing your know you’re on your back, a pair of strong hands clamped around your hips, vision going blurry as iwaizumi drives his thick cock into your soaked & needy pussy. his grip is tight enough for his fingers to dig into the soft flesh as he fucks you hard, stretching you out on his length as it caresses every inch of your sensitive walls, the tip prodding against your g-spot and forcing short, whimpering cries from your throat with each powerful thrust.

“fuck,” he breathes through gritted teeth, eyes trained on your adorably fucked-out face, “i love seeing you like this.” iwa starts to speed up his motions, clutching you tighter and eliciting a broken whine from your parted lips as the pressure rapidly builds inside you.

“h-haji,” you stutter breathlessly, “please, ’m’gonna—“

your sentence is cut off by the wave of bliss that suddenly overtakes you, sending spasms of pleasure through your body as iwaizumi slams his hips against yours unrelentingly. his hold on you is bruising as he fucks you through your orgasm, chasing his own high.

“that’s it,” he utters, the spasming and clenching of your gushing walls urging him towards the edge as he gazes feverishly at your lewd expression, “cum all over my cock, baby. show me how good you can take it."

your pleas are little more than incoherent babbles as the overstimulation bombards your senses, already approaching a second high before the first has even faded. when iwa moves two of his calloused fingers to your clit, pressing down with tight circular motions, you cum again almost instantly, body going numb with pleasure as you writhe in his grasp. the sensation of your gummy walls pulsing around him as you cum a second time sends iwa over the edge too, his head lolling back with a groan, hips finally slowing to a halt as you feel his warm release fill your insides.

he keeps his cock sheathed inside you, preventing his cum from leaking out as both of you catch your breath. when your vision comes back into focus, you see iwaizumi gazing down at you, red-faced and glowing with a subtle, warm smile—the best sight to wake up to. his hands gently massage the spots where they’d been clamping down on you, soothing the bruises beginning to form there. you smile back up at him, glassy-eyed and warm, and a tiny chuckle bubbles from his throat.

“good morning, beautiful.”

“you’re doing so good, baby,” he murmurs gently from behind you, rubbing his palm over the reddened area to soothe the sting, “ready for my cock now?”

“mhm,” you whimper into the sheets, nodding fervently. your pussy clenches with excitement, dripping wet and hungry to be filled. another loud smack comes down, and a sharp intake of breath enters your lungs, followed by a choked cry.

“use your words,” he commands sternly. you whine some more in a jumble of frustration, pain, and arousal, earning another hard smack.

“yes,” you answer more quickly this time, voice raspy and worn out from crying, “ yes, i’m ready for your cock.” another smack.

“manners,” kita chides darkly, sinking his fingers into the pliant flesh where his hand just came down.

you can already feel your slick beginning to drip down the backs of your thighs as blood rushes to your abused asscheeks, burning with the delicious mixture of pleasure and pain. your hole clenches desperately around nothing, the throbbing emptiness in your cunt almost more painful than the spanks you’ve endured.

“please,” you plead breathily, “please, gimme your cock, please—“

your mindless babble is cut short by the feeling of kita’s cockhead pushing its way past your entrance, the stretch alone enough to make you keen as he fills you up with his thick length. he moves slowly, patiently, giving you time to adjust before he bottoms out with a strained groan, stilling to a halt as the tip of his cock just barely kisses your cervix.

your hips, already rocking against him desperately in search of some friction, are interrupted by yet another smack that makes your body lurch and your pussy flutter around his cock. the voice behind you is nearly a growl.

“did i say you could move?”

“feeling ok, daddy?” you coo up at him as you gently massage one of his cheeks, pressing soft kisses to the unsuspectingly pliant globes of flesh. iwa is facing away from you, forearms pressed into the wall while you sit behind him on the floor, one hand toying with his ass while the other reaches around to stroke his reddened cock.

“m’fine,” he mutters breathlessly. though he’s looking away, he’s already hypnotized by your touch. his bashfulness blends with arousal, the anticipation of what’s about to happen combined with the tantalizing strokes of your hand sending his heart rate into the stratosphere.

you drag your lips down over the curve of his ass, occasionally pausing to leave little kitten licks that causes his cock to twitch in your grasp. your other hand grips at his asscheek, pulling it aside to reveal his tight entrance.

gathering some saliva on your tongue, you open your mouth and lean forward, allowing the glob of spit to dribble down onto his hole. you start with an experimental lap at the puckered ring, eliciting a sharp breath from the man above you. grinning at his reaction, you flatten your tongue against his taint and drag it slowly upward while your other hand continues its ministrations on his cock.

iwa chokes out a raspy groan, which encourages you to swirl your tongue around his pulsing entrance as you pick up the pace of your strokes.

“fuck,” he hisses, bracing himself against the wall as you begin to prod at his hole, your tongue flicking just past the tight rim of his entrance. his hips buck involuntarily as the duality of pleasure overtakes him, the familiar friction of your hand around his leaking cock mixing with the new sensation of your wet muscle dancing around his asshole, driving him closer and closer to the edge.

the increasingly desperate pants that fall from iwa’s lips are music to your ears, the wetness in your panties only growing as you pleasure him. a few more pumps of his cock and quick circles of your tongue and he’s cumming, wanton moans spilling from his lips as he grinds against your face, coating your hand in his warm release.

you look up at him as you break away, wiping the excess spit from your lips while trying to gauge how he’s feeling through his ragged breaths. “was that good for you, daddy?”

iwa’s expression is unreadable as he casts his glassy eyes down towards you, face flushed a deep red. he’s embarrassed to admit how good that felt, especially after he’d been so insistent that it wouldn’t work. he only agreed because you were so into it, and your pleasure has always been his top priority—he never expected to actually get off from a bit of ass play, much less cum as a result of it.

rather than replying with words, iwa simply turns and scoops you up off the floor, and before you know it you’re being tossed onto the bed by his strong, sinewy arms.

“h-haji??” you stutter, unsure of what’s happening until you’re on your stomach, face flush with the mattress as your boyfriend’s strong hands pull your hips up so that your ass is on display for him.

“quiet, babygirl,” he commands firmly, his hands moving to fondle your own soft, fleshy mounds. you feel your panties being yanked down, whimpering when the air cools your glistening folds.

“daddy,” you mewl into the sheets, your hole desperately clenching around nothing.

iwa hums contentedly as he continues to grope your exposed asscheeks, occasionally nipping at the soft flesh with his teeth.

“you made daddy feel so good,” he growls hungrily, swiping a pair of calloused fingertips up and down your folds. you keen with pleasure when they pause to circle your clit, before aligning themselves at your waiting entrance. “now it’s my turn.”

your core is already pulsing with need by the time you feel his stiff cock pressing against your backside, silently asking for permission before he slides his length in between your plush thighs, gliding over your slit. You gasp as he catches your clit with the tip, hands flying to the wall for support.

your legs press together instinctively, breath falling heavy from your lips as he begins fucking your thighs. the water from the shower further lubricates you already slippery pussy, and you can feel the soft ridges of his veiny cock as it rubs back and forth between your folds, teasing against your entrance and driving you crazy.

the tile feels cool on your palms as you brace yourself against the wall, iwaizumi’s hands holding you firmly by the waist while he rolls his hips against yours at a faster and faster pace. the heated grunts and whimpers that echo through the hazy room are nearly drowned out by the white noise of the shower as the pleasure builds in your core, heat radiating off both your bodies amongst the steam.

when iwa suddenly grabs the removable showerhead to press it against your puffy clit, you don’t even have time to catch your breath before you’re cumming hard and fast with iwa’s name on your lips—and with the blushing head of his cock nestled right up against your sensitive bud, the streaming water quickly does your lover in as well. though the evidence of his release is washed away, the sound of his choked moans and shuddered breath are unmistakable as he cums between your legs with a few stuttering thrusts.

attempting to catch your breath, your knees buckle as iwaizumi loosens his grip, feeling lightheaded from the combination of the hot steam and the powerful climax you just rode out. he’s quick to catch your fall, letting you lean on him as he shuts off the water and helps you out of the shower.

after quickly drying himself off he gently towels down your body, mindful of your hazy state as the afterglow of your high fades into evening drowsiness. he gazes affectionately into your eyes when he dries off your hair. you stare back at him, glassy-eyed and in love, and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead before gathering your languid, sleepy body effortlessly into his arms to carry you off to bed.

as you nestle under the covers with your lover, finding solace in the way his warm, bare skin feels against yours, you glance over at the clock and notice the time. you wrack your brain for a moment trying to think of a wish, but give up before the minute even passes, surrendering your body to sleep instead.

settling into the cozy embrace surrounding you, a contented smile lingers on your lips. after all, how can you imagine anything else to wish for at 11:11 when you already have iwaizumi hajime right here in your arms?