#tw.agegap

Cock still hard inside you, your hole fluttering around it as he shifts his hips. “Ah, daddy—,” you whimper, sleep leaving your body much quicker when you realize how wet you are, “did you -hm, even sleep?” Your squeaked voice makes him laugh, pulling your smaller body back into his and tangling his long legs with yours. Every shift pulls a noise from your mouth though, because though you’ve taken his cock plenty of times before, it’s still a massive stretch to take him.

“Mhm. Woke up an hour ago tho.” Your cheeks heat up when he presses a kiss to your cheek, before suddenly grabbing onto your waist and shoulders. Before you can ask, not that you’re awake enough to say much of use anyway, he rolls the both of you over so he’s laying on his back and you whine at the teasing shift of his hips. “Gotta wake up, baby girl, m’gonna have to leave for practice in a bit.” He keeps your back on his chest as he motions his hand towards your thigh, and you whimper when lifting your knees towards your chest.

He grabs them for you and keeps them against your chest, before letting out a deep breath. “Such a good girl for me,” the affectionate words are pressed to your cheek, before he holds your hips in place to pull back out of your clenching hole so slowly. “Want daddy to fuck you like this?” he asks, and you close your eyes when nodding, trying not to tense up when the head of his cock is the only thing remaining inside you. You’re glad for the lube still covering your ass from last night, since it lets him slide right back in with minimal effort, filling out entirely and making your head tilt back with a hiss.

“Hmng- oh,” you gasp, grabbing your own tits to focus on the pleasure of the stretch even more as he pulls out and pistons back in so good, grunting. “Love your cock, daddy, love it- s-so much, feels so good.” He hums as he bottoms out faster, keeping you down against his thrusts as your tits bounce each time his cock fills you. You rub your own nipples to distract from the way your needy pussy clenches around nothing, but it still feels so good. Driving his fat cock into your ass and breathing praises into your ear, you almost forget when you hear the click of the door to the room next door, eyes shooting open.

Towel swung around his shoulders and face and chest still a bit flushed from the hot water, he pauses when glancing at the bed. You must look pretty pathetic right now, in all fairness. Hair a mess and holding onto yourself as Meian doesn’t stop fucking into you for a second, the wet slaps of skin meeting skin almost enough to cover the way you whimper with each thurst. But then Oliver cracks a smile, and closes the door to his hotel room. “Good morning,” he says, bending a little as he walks through the room to your bed. “In a hurry? We still have plenty of time.” He leans down to press a chase kiss on your lips, and when you pout, another one.

Meian grunts as he rolls over now, leaving you back on your side but facing the other man who kneels next to the bed, using the arm he’s resting on to reach over and grab hold of your throat. “Not -oh hmng fuck- in a hurry, just wanting her real bad,” he responds quickly, leaning onto his elbow to watch his teammate. “The rest?” he asks, ignoring the way you arch your back and open your mouth with little gasps, tears creeping up at the corners of your eyes.

“They’re on their way.” Barnes smiles when you whine at that, air constricted and blood rushing between your ears from the pressure, but still needing more. He slips his boxers down his thighs and drops the towel in the same spot on the floor before getting onto the bed with you, trying to give you some room despite the lack of space with two giant men on the bed. The poor queen size shakes, narrowly missing the wall each time Shugo fucks up into you like this. Your pussy dripping around nothing, aching to be filled.

“Daddy, daddy, m’close, please,” you whisper through a squeezed throat, trying to turn over your shoulder for a kiss. He can’t give it though, focused on the way your tiny hole stretches to take the thick length sliding in and out, glistening because of the lube. He lets go of your leg to spank your ass instead, as you whine and cry when the familiar surge of pain comes through you. 

“You know to use your words.” Another one comes down on the same spot, before he kneads the tender skin to soothe it a little. 

“Oh- f-fuck. Fuck, fuck, ahh- daddy,” you cry when he kisses along the side of your neck, biting there and making you shake, blinking against the tears as you drop your face back to the mattress to hide into it, “can you please touch me. M’gonna cum. Can I cum, pretty -hm- p-please?”

His hand quickly finds your clit, circling around it a few times to collect the slick onto his fingers, then rubbing back and forward over the puffy bud just right. You pinch your nipples as you shift, legs clenching and belly pulling so tight, as you’re bounced on his cock without slowing. “Oh- f—fuck, cumming! Daddy, thank you thankyouthankyou! Mhm- so good,” your squeezed voice comes. Your orgasm hits hard, leaving you twitching in his hold and knocking the air out of you. You see back dots before you shut your eyes tight, being fucked through the pleasure until the relentless rubbing of your sensitive clit starts hurting.

“Ah -aah, enough, daddy. Enough, please!” you try to cry against his hand, still tight around your neck.

But he keeps going until you feel him shudder, chasing his own orgasm without slowing his ruthless thrusts, pulling you even closer to his sweat-covered chest. And the overstimulation is worth it to hear his voice. “So —fucking tight, pretty girl,” he grunts, and another pump has him shooting ropes of hot, white cum into your ass as he fucks through it, finally letting go of the tight hold on your neck. Blood rushes back to your brain as you clench around him to milk the last of his cum into your spent body, before he stills behind you with a deep sigh. “Shit, baby, you’re squeezing my cock so tight.”

Oliver sits against the headboard, and reaches over his palm towards your face for a moment, as you try your best to stay coherent at all. “Spit,” he says and you hum softly at his order. As the man behind you kneads the soft skin of your thighs and trails his fingers in between your legs again already, you focus enough to open your mouth as your spit drips into his palm. He spits into his hand too, before wrapping it around his huge cock and moving it up and down so slow. So close, bead of precum going down the length of it and looking so tasty. And the thought alone is enough to have your walls tightening.

Your boyfriend groans when pulling out, before slowly helping you sit up onto the bed and gently tapping your cheek. “Good, doll?” When you let out a little hum, blinking and looking around the room, he blows out a warm laugh, pressing a few kisses to your shoulders.

You don’t react when the door is opened this time, Adriah’s face is still marred with sleep and his hair sticking out in weird directions. He too bends a little when walking through the entrance and dragging his feet over to the bed. He’s the only one who seems to not be a morning person, and you can’t help but relate.

“G’morning captain,” he croaks when coming to a halt next to the queen size, rubbing his eye a few times with the back of his hand. “When do we have practice?”

“All of us have to be in the gym in an hour or so,” an already awake and washed Fukuro cuts in as he walks through the door too, locking it behind himself and smiling a little at the sight splayed out in the room. You whine when Meian shifts to make more space, no longer pressing the entirety of his warmth into you and therefore leaving you empty and with goosebumps rising. “You look wide awake today,” the other captain jokes though, getting half a glare from you as you roll over onto your belly and drop your face into the dense mattress.

“Just do it, m’too tired to,” you huff into the plush, and you can hear Adriah mumble an agreement as he takes the spot next to Meian on the bed, running a hand up the length of your thigh until he reaches your dripping pussy and slides two long fingers in, shifting onto his hand and knees to nose at the curve of your ass.

“Me too,” he mumbles, and you almost feel bad. But then he jerks his curled fingers into you with a sigh, and your entire body jerks at the feeling. Meian laughs when you hiss and pull your face from the plush to rest it against his thigh instead, eyelids fluttering. Your little noises are soft compared to the lewd squelching of your pussy on Adriah’s fingers, mouth leaving a few marks on the soft skin of your ass before he bites through a yawn when pulling back. “Who’s turn is it?”

You shiver when the long fingers pull back out to slip lower, overstimulated clit being flicked again. Your mouth opens in a soundless cry, but your boyfriend just laughs it off. He knows how much you can take better than you do after all, and apparently you’re not quite there yet. “Oliver got here first,” Meian breathes when smiling down at you, brushing a hand over your hair. “So he can go first.” Then he gently lifts your chin for you so your face is aimed up towards him despite the effort it takes, and bites his lip. “Daddy’s gonna fuck your face right after everyone’s had a taste, okay?”

“Mhm,” you nod, smiling when he thumbs away your tears, “wanna be good for daddy and his friends.” You’re urged up onto your knees by Oliver and Adriah’s large hands, face still down into the bed, thighs urged apart with easy motions. It’s just so easy to fall into trusting all of them, being so much bigger and more experienced. Back pushed down by someone’s warm palm, you shake your hips a little as you feel someone settle in between them. “Want to make you all -ah, hmm, feel g-good,” you sniffle when Meian moves off the bed and the other men crowd closer, Oliver fucking his large cock into his fist before resting the warm head against your slit.

“You’ve yet to disappoint, princess.” Fukuro laughs when you try to push back on the thick length between your legs already, always too greedy to be stuffed overfull with cock like you haven’t been fucked for months. But it’s also what he likes about you so much, and how this even became a regular occurence in the first place. Meian’s pretty, cockhungry baby girl getting her pussy pounded by half the team. 

As the last to have stripped down and dip the bed, you strain to turn your head towards the brunet when he speaks. “While your daddy goes to take a shower and gets hard for you again, think you can take my cock into that pretty mouth?” He brushes his thumb over your lips for a second, waiting for a reply. And when you blink up at him and nod, mouthing a ‘Yes sir,’ so sweetly, he pushes his thumb between your lips, grunting when you instantly start sucking on it.

If you could manage to open your eyes for longer than two seconds, maybe you’d see the fire in his eyes as he grinds his hips into you. Pelvic bone brushing against your puffy, overly sensitive clit as the sound of his skin meeting with yours fills the room. You look so dazed and fucked out on his cock, eyes rolling back each time he pounds into that tight pussy just the right way. He spent enough time figuring out how to ruin you completely for this moment after all, your tits bouncing with each deep thrust and pretty cock pushing into your walls.

Your chest heaves as you whine out some noises that might or might not be his name, before he finally takes a little mercy on you, breaking the silence. “You gonna cum again, pretty girl?” Instantly you bop your head, whining when he starts pushing in faster but just as deep. It all feels so good, and truth be told, you have no clue how long he’s been at it by now, but you never want him to stop. “Yeah? Gonna cum again on his cock while you’re crying for more like a cockhungry slut?”

He knows you can’t really hear him when he uses his strong thighs to pound into you harder, legs spread wide open and limp, your fists hanging onto the pillow beneath you. “Tooru, Tooru— hmng, oh ‘m -kgh- gonna cum, gonna cum again,” your voice almost gives out at the words, eyes tightly shut and back arching from the bed into more of his touch, more of his cock stretching you open so perfectly it’s making you lightheaded, coil in your belly wound so tight. You try to push back into his rhythm so cutely, mouth dropping open to let out little noises. “S’good, feels— ah-Tooru!”

“Yeah, you know who owns this tight, little cunt? Can you say it?” he grunts, grabbing your face with one hand to brush his thumb over your lips, pushing in. You instantly suckle on the digit as you sniffle, bone seeming to peek through the knuckles as you hang on. Bounced on his cock, tummy showing enough of an outline of where his cock is ruining your insides that it only makes him grunt, thumb sliding back onto your tongue until you gag. He pulls out when you cough for air, mouth dropping back open. “Say my name, baby, tell him who’s in between your legs right now fucking you stupid. Who’s making you feel this fucking good?”

“Oikawa Tooru -hmh,” you babble, as he grabs onto the medal hung around your neck to squeeze it tighter around your throat, pulling enough to watch the metal dangle from his fist above your tits. The video must be getting pretty shaky at this point, but he doesn’t fucking care anymore. You sure as hell don’t. It’s almost like you want your daddy to know you fell apart around him. ‘Again’ he hisses, and you reply, even more whimpered and desperate than before. “Oikawa Tooru, Oikawa -hng-fuck Tooru! Cumming,” you cry, letting go of the pillow to grab at his neck and pull him down into you, back curving so beautifully off the bed. He drops the phone to reach between your legs and circle your clit as you come apart around him.

Wet, slick sounds and the ruthless pounding continuing until you cry out a string of unintelligible words at the overstimulation, clinging so hard to his wide shoulders and letting him fuck into you just a bit longer. He chokes out your name as he slows, filling you with hot, white strings of cum. He takes a moment to catch his breath, looking at the marks the band of the medal made around your throat, before he pulls out and sits back between your legs. He quickly picks up the phone to send the recording, then tosses it aside to settle into your arms when you wrap them around his neck and bury your face into his. “Thank you, daddy.” He smiles when he pulls back to watch your puffy eyes, lashes still clumped together like little flower petals with your tears. You didn’t notice, you never do.