#tw.gangbang

There’s a sheen of sweat on his brow. Blood splattered in hastily wiped droplets still dried on his cheeks and the darkness in his eyes is terrifying, but never for you. Tobio clears his throat, before reaching out his hand. “Come, pet, it’s okay now. It’s safe to come out.” You can make out the vague shape of a certain white haired man in the background, but you’re eyes still blur with tears and your head’s still pounding from the noise of the gunshots only a couple minutes before. “You hid well, baby,” he mumbles, avoiding his eyes from you once he’s certain enough of your condition, helping you up from the cold floor.

You flinch when one of the bodies is pulled aside, leaving a streaky trail of blood, before a familiar shape kicks it in the side. “Stupid fucker,” Korai hisses at the body, not that the insult means anything to a dead man. When he turns, the vicious glare clears from his face almost entirely, walking over to you in a few short steps to grab your wrist. He grabs your face too, to turn it from side to side, brows furrowing. “What’s this? Is this your blood, are you-”

“She’s fine,” Kageyama quickly snaps back, taking your wrist back. “As if I’d ever let anything happen to her, Hoshiumi.”

“Just checking, Kageyama,” he drawls, before leaning in to press a quick kiss to your cheek and wiping away the wetness on your cheeks. You know they’d never let anything happen to you, but it was still scary.

The others drop in after a few minutes of bickering between the two younger ones, they’d been tasked with staying by your side no matter what after all. But it’s the heavily tattooed shape that passes the doorway with hurried steps, gaze snapping to you, that has your smaller body shaking. Ushijima steps towards you with his ever-stoic presence, but you can see it in his eyes. The worry for your safety, the subdued panic of not being able to stay by you and protect you like he whispers he will every night.

He lets out a deep breath when he reaches you, brushing a palm to cup your cheek and taking you in top to bottom, like he’s not the one with his shirt a deep, dirtied color with blood.

“You’re safe,” is all he says, mouth curling up a fraction at the edges. The tiny smile drops at the sound of multiple boots, filling out with Fukuro, Sokolov and Romero. Ushijima lets go of you, for now. You know that when evening falls he’ll practically be attached to your hip from the scare, and looking back, Tobio will probably be too. It’s comforting, the gazes kept on you at all times. You used to find it overwhelming, and you never expected to be in a situation like this when you agreed to start dating the blunt brunet with a smile a bit too soft for someone of that stature.

When your heartbeat finally regains a normal pattern, though the smell of copper hasn’t faded your senses and the side of your face is sticky with drying red, you let out a breath. Fukuro checks all around the room again, humming when Romero mumbles a ‘clear’, before his eyes darken when looking at your state. But he doesn’t have time to say anything before you speak up this time. “I’m okay, I’m not hurt or anything. They barely grazed me.” And when he lets out a deep sigh, you rush over to press yourself into his tall body, feeling the weight of his arms wrapping tight around your shoulders. “What about you guys?”

“Bullet got my shoulder,” Sokolov slowly says, smiling when your head shoots up from the embrace in worry. “But ‘m fine. It’ll be a nice scar. Hey,” he frowns then, looking down at you with a slight drop of his lips. “Where’s your collar?”

A quick glance around doesn’t reveal it anywhere, you’d probably find it when cleaning out the mess. Later. “They snatched it when they tried to grab me, almost choked me out,” you humour, before looking around the room one last time. Ushijima’s eyes meet yours again when you smile, though you can see the worry still oozing out of him. But before saying anything, you glance back at the leader, who’s brown hair is matted down because of the fight, most likely. He places a hand on your shoulder, then giving each of his men a look.

“Alright, move out. Let’s go get cleaned up.”

+

You almost faint with the pressure Tobio has on your leash, Korai holding your head in his lap and stroking his cock to the sight of you being fucked so well. Somewhere between the second and third orgasm your legs gave out, so now it’s all Wakatoshi as he holds your hips in place to piston into your wet walls, one hand on your thigh and the other pushing down on your stomach. He grunts softly each time the ruthless pace makes you clench, moans muffled. The room is filled with wet slapping sounds of his sweaty skin meeting yours, while Tobio shoves his tongue deeper into your mouth and claiming you as his.

Korai’s hand still toying with your nipples, impatiently waiting for his turn. But for now all you can really focus on is the rushing of your blood between your ears, and the way the huge cock is slid between your legs over and over, bringing you closer to another high. You pull away from Tobio to take a deep breath, lips swollen and eyes shut tight as the grip on your collar loosens just a bit. He’s holding back because of what happened today, they all are. Normally Korai wouldn’t think twice holding your head down on his cock until you gag and twitch around him.

When he comes from the shower, Fukuro plops himself down into his chair next to the bed, and Toshi has enough decency to hold still for a moment. But the leader urges him to continue, and within the next few thrusts he’s spilling hot ropes of cum inside you with a soft groan of your name. The older men have always had more patience then the younger ones after all, you know they’ll take their turns later. “Look here, angel,” Korai mumbles, watching you for a moment as the fist around his thick cock tightens. “Gonna swallow all my cum, hm?”

While Wakatoshi gently eases out of you, Tobio’s already taking his spot between your legs, pretty cock still rock hard and drooling precum before he slips it in too. You do your best to take all of Korai when he pushes himself snug between your lips, pumping himself to the pretty, spent sight of you. Their favorite sight. And with his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, he soon comes too, spurting his load into your mouth. You swallow all of it, pussy tightening around Tobio when he reaches down to rub your clit to get you off yet again.

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.

“Can you please get on with it already,” Kuroo sighs, glancing from your bulged cheeks to the person currently between your legs, spreading your thighs a bit further apart and rubbing two fingers over your clit. Your little whimpers are muffled as you keep your lips tightly shut, breathing heavily and eyes fluttering closed. “You’re doing so well, bunny,” the noiret breathes, on the bed next to you and placing soft kisses on your neck and collarbones, slowly licking down to lay marks on your tits. Though you pay no mind to anyone who’s not currently touching you, you can hear them in the room. Slick sounds of their cocks being stroked to the sight of you, and heavy breaths as they bring themselves to cum again and again.

Someone else dips the bed with a strained, little noise, before he’s pushing the flushed head of his cock right up to your lips. “Ah- gonna cum, bunny,” Lev grunts, jerking his dick with a pace that’s rapidly becoming sloppy. You moan though as you reach for him, pressing your lips to it and doing your best not to spill any cum as he pushes the glistening head into your mouth. You do your best to suck on it, even with your mouth full and white spilling out the sides of your mouth as he pushes in more.

His hand doesn’t stop, and with a hard thrust and a desperate grip of your hair he spills his hot cum into your mouth, not minding that more drips out around his cock. “F-fuck, so pretty taking our cum.” Fingers curl inside your pussy, making you moan, body twitching. When he pulls back you whine when more spills out, making the bottom half of your face entirely messy, something that makes the guys laugh. Kenma to your other side, who’s been toying with your other breast while stroking his own cock, quickly leans over to swipe some of it away with his fingers, before rubbing it over your slicking folds and swirling his precise fingers around your clit.

Everything’s too much, your hips bucking and your legs twitching on the bed. But you know that even with so much stimulation, you’re far from done. Nekoma doesn’t do anything halfway. After a second, Kuroo clicks his tongue. “Suguru, stop messing around,” he hisses, bright eyes narrowing at the man still standing between your legs with a tiny grin. “The poor thing’s been waiting to cum since the start. She’s been good.”

“Oh, come on Kuroo,” Daishou snickers as he pulls his fingers out of your wet pussy, using them to lube up his own cock as he lines himself up. You whimper when he pushes in so suddenly, stretching you out wide again. “Reunions are supposed to be fun, you know? Though you probably wouldn’t know that— hm-shit,” he grunts, “still tight.” Kenma continues rubbing your clit for you as he rubs his cock into your hip, moaning.

“Just make her cum. Bet you can’t,” Kuroo says.

“You bet wrong,” Daishou bites back, grabbing your thigh higher.

“Can the both of you shut up?” Yaku suddenly snaps though, glaring at both of them. “Or else I’ll be fucking her all myself.” He only gives you a second of reprieve before he angles your head back, stretching out your throat with the angle as he squishes your cheeks between his fingers. “That’s a good girl. Now, don’t choke.” There’s a challenge in his tone though. He wants to, it’d be so easy. “Gonna give our bunny what she wants.” Then he lines himself up with your mouth again and you try so hard to keep your mouth locked around his cock as he pushes into it. Thick and heavy in your mouth, he doesn’t stop until he’s in the back of your mouth and pushing in more. “That’s it, bunny slut.”

You’re held by your arms, mouth open and drool dripping down your tongue in a lewd string onto the floor as tsumu pulls his fingers from your throat to slip them into his own mouth. “Yer such a pretty cub. Even when she’s nasty enough to walk around with cum dripping outta her. dont’cha think, Samu?” ‘Mhm,’ Osamu simply responds, too busy toying with your tits and sucking them as you remain in place.

Not like you want to, but Aran’s grip is very sturdy on your hips. Before you can even let out some kind of disagreement or talk back, a tall frame blocks your view. Suna narrows his eyes at you and your open mouth, before a curl comes to his lips. “You’re still full of Kita-san’s cum and still needy for more, yeah?” You shiver when he trails his thumb over your bottom lip and over your pointy teeth. “Watch yourself this time, or I won’t be as nice.”

Then he’s taking out his hard cock and placing it on your awaiting tongue, as the fingers toying with your slick hole grow impatient. And the sucking and soft, teasing bites of your tits by Osamu and Akagi under you, along with the soft brushes of Kita on your lower back all soon start to feel like too much. “Can someone just fuck me already, or are you all just going to look?”

The snort Aran makes is the only sound for just a few seconds, before you can feel a fat cock slapping against your wet hole right when Rintaro pushes into your mouth and your eyes flutter closed, his long fingers tangling into your hair and pulling you down on his cock immediately, grunting. “Fucking brat.”