#ushitensemi

he's met with silence. he wraps his arms around his pillow, squeezing tight to keep himself from running over to the other side and begging for forgiveness.

"how'd you know I was here?" semi asks quietly. tendou looks over to the doorway where semi stands against the doorway.

tendou wonders if it'd be weird to say he recognized semi's soft breaths, could hear his gentle, careful footprints. so tendou doesn't answer.

semi walks into the room and slides into bed. tendou doesn't risk reaching out

"I'm sorry, too," semi says, voice even softer than it was before.

tendou frowns. every time they fight, semi always apologizes. even if it was all tendou's fault. "it's not-"

semi doesn't give tendou the chance to finish. "I think it's just hard with wakatoshi gone," semi says, still apologizing. tendou can't help but agree, though. "I miss him."

"me, too," tendou says softly.

while tendou has experience with long distance, back when he was living in france and still dating ushijima. it was hard at first, but they found a way to deal.

semi joined their relationship after tendou moved back to japan. ushijima still had to travel for volleyball. tendou assumes ushijima would die before retiring from volleyball.

"I'm sorry," semi says again.

this time, tendou want to shush him. to take all the blame.

he takes a deep breath and reaches out to semi.

semi tucks himself into tendou's chest and tendou feels like he can breathe easier.

"at least we don't have to worry about him sleeping with a fan," tendou jokes, trying to lighten the mood.

semi laughs.

summary: pretty new things need to be handled with care, and wakatoshi and satori intend to handle eita with all the care in the world.

tw: smut. it’s all smut. porn without plot. teasing, light name-calling. loss of virginity. hair pulling. anal. blowjob. choking. lots of praise. lots of aftercare. oral sex. finger sucking. slight humiliation?

a/n: it’s finally here!!! sorry it took forever :`)

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two pairs of nimble, skilled hands laid heavy on eita’s body. his neck, his chest, his thighs. fingers tugged at his hair and dug into his hips, pulling aside his clothes to expose fresh, untouched skin. pure and smooth and clean, ready to be marked by teeth and tongues. his legs were spread apart in a sudden motion, pulling a gasp from his pale pink lips. a teasing laugh with a dark undertone to it sounded right next to his ear, chilling his spine and sending a shudder through his body. “oh?” a shameless giggle followed the single word question. he felt hot breath fan over the shell of his ear before sharp teeth clamped down. that drew a yelp from his throat, which dissolved into a whimpery moan. strong arms drew him into a hug, tracing circles underneath his shirt and dangerously close to those little buds that he’d discovered were very, very sensitive.

“be nice, satori.” a deep voice scolded, the same voice that never failed to make eita weak in the knees. “he’s 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘦.” he continued, the low melody of his voice causing a deeply flustered eita to believe that wakatoshi really was the nice one there. that is, until he felt two fingers stroke and then harshly pinch his nipple. he whined and looked away, betrayed and embarrassed of the way his body reacted to such treatment. gentle touches soon resumed, his chest now sore with two distinct little bumps showing through his shirt.

as if he wasn’t there at all, his boyfriends continued their conversation, touching him as barely an afterthought. they’d been teasing him like this for nearly an hour, forcing him to wait until they decided it was time. “oh, i know he is..” satori responded, taking eita by the chin and turning his head toward himself. honey-amber eyes filled to the brim with desire and a couple tears. “but wouldn’t it be such fun to break him?”

this was a long time coming. from the very start of their relationship, eita made sure that it wasn’t a secret. he was a virgin. he knew that wakatoshi and satori had sex often before confessions were exchanged between the two of them and himself. and he didn’t have a problem with that. no problem at all. the two of them continued their usual activities, and eita would join them for everything else. that wasn’t to say they didn’t do 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. the months leading up to this moment were filled with drawn out make out sessions, desperate and hasty touches, and on some occasions, gentle grinding. every instance of such ended the same, with eita flushed and needy but reminding himself that he needed to be 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦.

which he was. here, now. he’d gone to tendou that morning with pink in his cheeks and a skimpy little outfit hanging off his lean frame. the look on his face when he saw his beautifully innocent boyfriend in such a flirty number was sinful, to say the very least. he invited eita into his room right away, taking him by the hand and leading him in like a prince. even added a little twirl for flair. it ended in eita giggling as he was wrapped in satori’s arms from behind. “wakatoshi-kun~” he’d crooned, surprising eita in the slightest. he hadn’t expected both of them to be there, but evidently, wakatoshi had spent the night. “look who decided to pay us a visit!” satori added, kissing eita’s cheek and swaying him side to side while pressed right up behind him. it made his stomach flutter in a way he’d never given into before.

and so, wakatoshi had come out of the shower. and he had stared at eita for a good long minute, the way his thighs looked squeezed in the tight material, the way the outfit highlighted every last curve of his gorgeous body. he’d only snapped out of it when eita ran over to him, hopping up onto his toes to kiss him. he’d grabbed his hips right away, happily scooping his pretty, insanely sexy boyfriend up in his arms and kissing him deeper. the three of them had gone over to the bed, where eita had told them he had something he really wanted to talk about.

and.. that’s how they ended up there, on tendou’s bed. with wakatoshi’s hands up under his shirt and satori’s between his legs. “hm.. it would, wouldn’t it?” ushijima mused. a strong hand came up to wrap around his neck, squeezing just the slightest bit. at the same moment, his teeth slowly sank into the supple skin where eita’s neck and shoulder joined. he positively mewled in response, rolling his hips upward in a search of friction he’d yet to be given. satori couldn’t help the affectionate noise that left him as he kissed the insides of eita’s thighs.

how could he not adore him? he was so cute, whining and squirming and chasing after stimulation like a little 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵. he sucked a deep hickey right into the soft flesh of his inner thigh. “did you need something, sweet boy?” he cooed. his hands dug into his thighs, holding him close and sitting up straight to look at his beautifully disheveled boyfriend. his mouth gaping open, working hard to get air into his lungs. ushijima’s hands were strong, on and off the court. “what’s wrong, hm? can’t talk?” he teased, listening to the keening whine that resulted. oh, his poor boyfriend. so needy for them. well, he supposed that was what happened when someone gets teased for an hour. eita looked so delectable when he was wanting. pupils blown wide, eyes wet with tears. wakatoshi slowly let go of his neck, watching him gasp freely for air.

a cold burn erupted in his throat as he took his first full breath in several minutes. “please..” he choked out, reaching out to grip the front of tendou’s shirt. the material felt like pinpricks on his fingertips, every nerve in his body burning for more. rough, gentle, none of that mattered to him. he wanted them to take it further, push him to limits yet to be discovered. this was already way farther than they’d gone in the past. but he needed more than that. unfortunately, in his desperation, he’d made a crucial error.

satori glanced down, then back up into wakatoshi’s eyes with a darkened expression. “say, toshi.. do you remember telling him he could touch me? because i sure don’t.” he asked with a chilling laugh, prompting eita to recoil into wakatoshi’s chest. he hoped that perhaps he would take pity on him, maybe tell satori to be nice. but none of that happened. it felt like a split second, the time between hiding in the familiar warmth of ushijima’s chest and being pinned down to the bed by his wrists. even with two large men looming over him, groping and undressing him at long last, eita never once felt afraid or unsafe. a bit embarrassed, maybe, and definitely nervous. but most of all, he felt insanely excited.

he arched his back, lifting his hips to assist them in stripping him of his tight shorts. within an instant, they were gone. discarded haphazardly to wherever they may land. he had to admit, that made him feel good. that his boyfriends wanted him so bad, they couldn’t even wait long enough to neatly discard clothing? it made him feel confident. the sound of fabric ripping was loud in his ears, one of the many straps of his shirt being torn right off. that’s on the floor soon enough as well, with a hastened promise from wakatoshi to buy him a new one before his lips attach to his sensitive nipple.

he let his eyes flutter until they were closed, blindly grabbing at the material of satori and wakatoshi’s clothes to pull them closer, closer, 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳. “god, you just don’t learn, do you?” the question was asked sharply, leaving no room for games or excuses. he whimpered at satori’s tone, eyes opening wide as he looked up at him. “why so surprised? i told you before..” he whispered, bringing him into a bruising kiss. “you don’t move, unless we tell you to.” he reminded him, grabbing both hands and pinning them above his head. satori and wakatoshi exchanged dark glances, with a clear meaning between them- that they couldn’t wait any longer, to fuck their growing needs into their sweet, innocent boyfriend.

and so, at long last, his hands were released, and his legs were spread wide open. “eita.” wakatoshi whispered in his ear, moving to be behind him while satori ducked down between his legs. “hands to yourself, do you understand?” he asked, voice husky and hot against his skin. it left him no choice but to nod, to promise desperately that he would comply. “good.”

all at once, his hips were lifted and a hand was wrapped around his throat. he yelped softly, not quite knowing where to look when he felt his legs being placed on a lean pair of shoulders. it was hard not to reach out for something to hold him steady. he stayed still, though. he wanted to be that perfect little boyfriend they always treated him like. so, he held his hands still, biting his lip and turning to nuzzle into wakatoshi’s neck. “aww~” satori cooed, kissing the inside of eita’s thigh. “look at you two.” he murmured, admiring how sweet eita looked all flushed and needy. but then, he’d never been one to stay out of a sweet moment. he sank his teeth into the plush skin of his thigh, watching him flinch and cry out, hands flying to grab onto him.

“damn it..” he heard beside his ear, the grip on his throat tightening. “what did we tell you?” wakatoshi’s voice was firmer than before, though not the harshest eita had ever heard it. he mumbled out apologies, hands retreating from the fistfuls of red hair he’d desperately grabbed onto. he looked down at satori with puppy eyes, hoping he’d be nice to him. his knight in shining-

“told you he couldn’t do it!” his boyfriend’s cheery voice rang out with a loud laugh. upon seeing the hint of confusion in eita’s pretty eyes, he chose to explain. “we’ve uh.. we’ve been talking about this for a while.” he hummed, kissing the very, very top of eita’s thigh. “i bet that you wouldn’t be able to follow simple instructions. i was right.” he said with a smug smile. seeing the pouty indignation on eita’s face, he waited until he opened his mouth to respond to make his big move. he dipped his head down, pressing his tongue to the opening of his puckered pink hole. instead of replying with a snippy comment, all that left eita’s mouth was a loud whine.

making eye contact, satori and wakatoshi shared a little smirk as they finally got to work. long fingers thrusted into his mouth, effectively gagging him and any more noises he may have wanted to make. he felt wakatoshi’s other hand wrap around his dick, making him cry out around the obstruction in his mouth. all at the same time, he felt another sensation close to his entrance- a wet prod that slowly worked him open until satori’s tongue could slip inside. drool dripped down his chin as he sucked and moaned, hands gripping the bedsheets in a white knuckled grip so he wouldn’t disobey again.

it didn’t take long for him to feel like he was going crazy. not only was he a virgin, but he never really bothered to do any.. self-exploration, to put it very delicately. that wasn’t to say he never touched himself, it was just that when he did, he never made it past when the knot in his stomach would start to pull tight. he’d never let it snap, let himself come undone in the way he primally craved. if he was honest, it was because he was too nervous that he’d do it wrong, or something. irrational, childish inhibitions that he was so, so ready to let go of. that he wanted to forget, then and there. he whined loudly around the fingers that thrusted in and out of his mouth, pressing on and playing with his tongue in a teasing manner. a soft laugh sounded against his ear, hot breath sending a shiver up his spine. while he was trying his best to keep himself still, his boyfriends exchanged a glance congratulating each other. “close, baby?” wakatoshi asked, giving him a harsh jerk that had him seeing white. satori laughed at the sound that resulted, the vibrations along with the sudden curling of his tongue causing the object of their amusement to squirm. “you can cum. don’t hold back today.” the deep voice beside his ear continued.

once granted permission, he didn’t think twice. he let his hips jerk upwards, his body and instincts taking over as his mind got lost in the high of his very first orgasm. he forgot the nerves he felt in that moment, his legs visibly trembling on either side of satori’s head. the two of them continued to pleasure him, working him through that high with harsh touches full of unmistakable love. bliss washed over him, rolling through every inch of his body in intense waves. wakatoshi pulled his fingers out from between his lips, cooing at the keening whine that resulted. satori drew back as well, kissing at eita’s thighs, then his hips, up over his stomach and chest until he reached his lips. “feel good, gorgeous?” he asked, leaning over his shoulder to kiss wakatoshi as well.

“mhm, mhm..” he mumbled, dazed and lost in bliss. too lost to notice the way wakatoshi’s hand, still wet from his saliva, ran down to slick up satori’s cock below his line of sight. he heard a shuddering breath beside his ear, but he didn’t think much of it. especially when soft red hair, left down for once, brushed against his cheek. he blinked a couple times, turning to look at his boyfriends with wide, trusting eyes. while waiting for him to cool down enough to decide if he wanted more, they both turned to shower him in praise and kisses.

satori opened his mouth first, bringing a hand up to cup eita’s cheek. “hey, baby..” he whispered, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to his lips. “y’know how good you’re doing?” he asked, trailing kisses over his cheeks and neck. he sucked a small mark onto his hot skin, noting the way he squirmed. poor thing must be feeling extra sensitive now. 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵. wakatoshi continued his languid strokes, turning his somewhat sadistic attention onto satori to give eita a little break. his gaze reminded him to stay calm while he spoke to their prince, which he did his best to. still, he needed his excuse to make noise. he glared at the source of his annoyance from where he was buried in eita’s neck, reaching his hand down to rest in the blond’s lap. he felt him tense and squirm, cooing quietly as he ran his thumb over his lower abdomen to collect his cum, looking up into his eyes as he slipped his thumb into his own mouth. “you made such a mess.” he teased, after licking it right off with a pleasured noise. “you’re lucky you taste so fucking amazing.”

upon seeing the way eita turned to hide in his neck, wakatoshi gave a particular harsh jerk that had satori biting down on his own thumb to keep quiet. he proceeded to practically torture him while gently running his fingers through ashen blond locks, kissing his forehead. “satori, be nice.” he scolded once again, in that same firm voice that had always given eita butterflies. “you’re embarrassing him.” he smirked at satori, holding his 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 close with the hand that wasn’t being used to stimulate the redhead.

“oh, am i?” he spat, pulling him harshly away from the other and looking right into his eyes. he wasn’t sure how eita had yet to notice what was going on, but it was kind of cute. “would he prefer to lick it up himself? hm? you want that, sweetheart?” he asked in a faux sweet tone, venom dripping from every word. he watched the redness return to eita’s cheeks, and the bob in his throat as he swallowed thickly. it was clear that he liked the idea. it was clearer that he wasn’t going to admit it. “go on then.” he told him, drawing away from wakatoshi’s hand. he had to- if he had let it go on any longer, he would have cum himself. instead, he smiled at the way eita complied and let him flip him over onto his hands and knees, then shoved his face down onto the little mess he made.

at that point, eita would have done just about anything to please them. it felt like more of a need than a simple desire- he needed their approval, and god did he need their touch. so he got right to it, cheeks a deep, shameful red as he licked up his own cum. he could feel their gazes on him, but more importantly, he could feel heavy hands on the back of his head and on his hip from behind. “look at that.” he heard from above, an air of amusement to the deep, commanding voice. a large hand hooked under his chin, bringing his head up to meet olive eyes. “he’s like a puppy, hm?” wakatoshi teased as if he wasn’t there, eyes flitting up to satori instead. this was an entirely different side to both of his boyfriends, unlike anything he’d seen before. he was loving it. the teasing, the names, all of it. he wanted more. he wanted 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. “do you think he’s ready?”

“well, why ask me?” the redhead mused, leaning forward in a motion that caused his hips to grind right on eita’s ass. “do you want more, baby?” he asked, draped over his body entirely as he spoke into his ear. wakatoshi’s hand still held his face, brushing away tears of desperation as he let out a relieved whine.

he wasn’t sure how this was going to work, exactly. there were two of them, and one of him, and he didn’t think everything would.. fit, so to say. still, he trusted them completely. as much as they mocked and teased him, he knew they’d never hurt him intentionally. and if they did, by accident, there wouldn’t be a second of doubt that everything would stop. the two of them took better care of him, in every possible way, than anyone else ever had. “yes.” he answered definitively, making eye contact with wakatoshi and leaning into satori’s touch.

he was pulled up into a sweet kiss with the former, while the latter hugged him tightly from behind. “we love you, y’know that?” wakatoshi whispered, pulling away to look straight into his eyes. the look in them was so soft, and eita swore he could see straight into his soul in that moment.

“so much.” satori added, pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder. it was rare for the two of them to put their emotions on display so freely, whether it was wakatoshi staying mostly stoic or satori covering everything with humor and smiles. it made eita’s heart leap in the best way. as their boyfriend, he got to see more than most, but this was.. something else.

“i love you too.” he whispered, tearing up in the slightest. he was beyond ready to be with them. to be theirs completely. he reached a hand around to rest on the back of satori’s neck, his other arm wrapping around wakatoshi’s shoulders as he held them close for a moment. he loosened his grip soon, to let them know he was ready for them to take over again.

as sweet as that little moment was, semi would do well to remember that these men had all but tortured him mere minutes ago. did he really think this would be any different? he was swiftly pushed back down onto his hands and knees, hungry gazes devouring his figure while firm touches full of urgency got him into a comfortable position. long, bony fingers kneaded his back, dipping into his skin and pressing his spine down to force an arch. he was fully vulnerable, on display and ready to be taken. up above him, quiet words were exchanged between the other two, with objects passed between them. eita didn’t know what they were saying, but that wasn’t an issue for him.

wakatoshi slowly and tenderly stroked eita’s hair while he spoke to satori. their sexual history, prior to dating semi, was.. interesting, to say the least. the point being that they knew how to go about this. “here.” he whispered, handing him a small, mostly empty tube of lubricant. experimenting and real roughness could wait for another day. this was only about getting used to each other, and even more so about making sure semi was comfortable. he was the virgin, after all.

“thank you, love~” satori hummed, pressing a kiss to wakatoshi’s lips. this configuration was what they decided was best- since semi was new to penetration (and everything else), they would work up to wakatoshi’s size. they were about the same in length, but satori was easier to take in sickness. there was no doubt he’d fill his pretty boy up damn well- if he could top ushijima, he could do the same with semi, no issue. he squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, working it in his hands until it was nice and warm. he learned when he lost his own virginity that there was no such thing as too much lube. as soon as it was ready, he pressed a slick middle finger up against the same puckered, twitching hole his tongue had been inside moments before. “this might sting a little, angel..” he whispered, leaning down to kiss eita’s shoulder before slowly working his finger into him.

eita almost couldn’t tell whether it hurt or felt amazing. the sensations all sort of blended together in a mix that had his jaw going slack within seconds. his cheek rested on wakatoshi’s thigh as his eyes fluttered, and that position revealed to him the full picture of what they’d be doing he told himself not to seem too eager, so that maybe he could tease them back just a little, but fuck. the idea of being stuffed in both ends was.. for lack of a better word, hot. he wiggled his hips impatiently, for once in his life not wanting to take things slow. he wanted them. both of them.

“eita-kun..” satori singsonged in a warning tone. “patience, my angel. i promise we’ll make you feel good when you’re ready.” his words were gentle, but a light smack on his ass reminded him who was in charge. he yelped softly and pressed his face back into wakatoshi’s thigh, peeking only his eyes up to look at him.

there was no way satori or eita could have known, but the way the two of them looked right then was possibly the most beautiful sight wakatoshi had ever seen. and admittedly, he thought that any time the two of them were both in his line of sight, but this, right here, this was something else. both of them bare, in the most vulnerable state a person can be in, trusting each other, trusting him. satori, as always, looked like a scene from a renaissance painting. brilliant red hair stood out against porcelain skin, crimson eyes baring into his soul as they met his own; looking up from where he’d bent over to kiss eita’s neck. eita. there was a reason they called him angel. what else could he possibly be? every feature sharp yet delicate, as if hand crafted by the creator of the universe themself. ash blond hair framed and brushed his face perfectly every time- even now, as he was splayed out on the bed being fucked open on satori’s fingers. every moan sounded of a heavenly chorus, and if wakatoshi had anywhere near this angel’s way with words, he’d spend his life writing his praises to him.

those sweet lips of his started to mouth at his thigh, traveling higher up until they brushed the base of his aching cock. their angel was ready to fall from grace. he deserved to. shallow breaths fanned over his shaft, the result of the panting due to satori’s long fingers working their magic. he was up to three at that point, and he had eita positively mewling beneath him. he was hitting spots he never knew existed within him. he watched his hole, still pink and now slicked with lube, twitch and pulse around nothing as he pulled his fingers out. “i think you’re ready, angel..” he whispered, wrapping an arm around him and pumping him a few times for good measure. between that and the new emptiness, he was ready to cry.

“please..” he whined, feeling his head being lifted. wakatoshi held his face, stroking his cheek with his fingers and running his hand down to his neck. that’s where he rested his grip, squeezing the sides of his throat gently. eita’s eyes were practically black at that point, his pupils dilated to the maximum. “m’ready.” he rasped. “please.”

the two exchanged a glance and a smirk, and at last, decided to give him what he’d been begging for since he came to them nearly two hours ago. while still limiting his air supply, which they’d learned he loved, wakatoshi guided his lips to sit near the head of his cock. “you remember what to do if it’s too much?” he asked in a commanding tone, letting up on his neck for a moment so he could nod or shake his head.

that was one of the first things they’d discussed, right after confirming with recent test results that they were all clean for infections, was an easy out for any of the three of them. for those who didn’t have their mouths occupied at any given time, it was a safe word. for those who did, it was a simple motion. three fingers up and tapping any body part that was near them, and all of it would stop. no ifs, ands or buts.

eita nodded, and within seconds of doing so, he felt a wet prod at his entrance as satori lined his slicked cock up with his entrance. wakatoshi’s hand once again tightened on the sides of his neck, the sensations combined making him moan. he didn’t know the first thing about blowjobs, especially with someone as massive as his boyfriend, but he had heard simple tips- keep the teeth out of the way, and breathe through your nose, things like that. he decided just to start by swirling his tongue around the head, then took it into his mouth. from the low, pleasured groan that left the man above him, he took it that he was off to a good start.

satori watched for a moment, his erection straining painfully from the sight before him. he needed to be inside of him, and fuck, he needed it now. he held his waist in a bruising grip and thrusted into him in one fluid motion, earning one of those sweet mewls he loved so much. “shh, sweetheart~” he hummed, running his hands down to the soft flesh of his ass and spreading him apart. “just focus on what you’re doing, hm? i’ll take care of this.” he told him, pulling out a few inches before thrusting back in. despite how he just told eita to be quiet, the tight warmth squeezing his cock drew a soft moan from his lips.

wakatoshi had to help him focus, wasn’t that kind of him? he squeezed his neck a bit tighter, coaxing him further down as he met satori’s eyes. they shared a smirk and then a slow kiss, finding a joined rhythm in which they both thrusted into their prince below them. the kiss soon turned sloppy, all teeth and tongue and deep, primal noises as they shaped him as their own. it was easy with someone so brand new, to form him into nothing but a dumb, drooling mess.

within two minutes, eita was already wrecked. he was lightheaded, with sweat, tears and saliva wetting his pretty face. every noise that left him was choked by wakatoshi’s thick cock, effortlessly fucking his throat. it stung at first, but he was loving it too much to care. “look at him..” he mumbled, breaching the tight, constricting barrier of his palate once more. “done this before, haven’t you baby?” he grunted, keeping him gagged without the chance to respond.

“i was thinking the same.” satori giggled, eyes lighting up hearing eita whine. “no virgin is this much of a whore.” he cooed, bending over to speak right in his angel’s ear. despite having a distinct obstruction in his throat, he attempted to protest- which, in turn, earned him another harsh smack on the ass. “i wasn’t asking, sweet boy.” he hummed, rubbing the area afterwards to soothe it. it was important to note that neither of them actually believed what they were saying, but it was fun to see his cute little reactions. “you’re taking both of us so well, baby. you’re sure you’ve never done this before?” he teased, nipping at the shell of his ear.

eita couldn’t even muster an answer, only a choked sob as he began rutting against the bed. he was learning things about himself. among these things were that being choked made him painfully hard, and that being called a whore got a serious physical reaction from him. all he wanted was to cum to the sound of his boyfriends degrading him. did that make him sick?

he didn’t even have time to think about the question before satori’s voice was in his ear again. “you like that, hm? like us treating you like a slut?” he teased, pressing on his lower back when he felt him stop humping the mattress. “no no, angel. go on.” he cooed, tutting softly and smacking his ass upon seeing him keep still. “oh come on, puppy. you were just doing so well at it..” he punctuated his words with a sharp thrust. “don’t tell me you need help.”

it wasn’t so much a question as an invitation to himself to start guiding eita’s hips to help him pleasure himself on the mattress. he started that as the new rhythm of his thrusts, which wakatoshi followed along with easily. all three of them were growing closer by the second, eita especially. he was still sensitive after cumming just a few minutes ago- it didn’t take him long to get right up to the edge again. his cock twitched pathetically, the friction combining with his lightheaded dizziness to make him weak in the legs. the last straw for him was feeling satori ram straight into a spongey, ridiculously sensitive spot inside of him.

that was the last thing he was even aware of for a good minute. he was convinced that he simply went to heaven in the moments surrounding his second orgasm of the day, and ever. his throat vibrated and constricted with a high-pitched moan, while every muscle in his body tightened as pleasure seized his very being. the sudden change had both his boyfriends cumming inside him at once. coordinated, of course- they locked eyes and just knew.

wakatoshi released his throat, listening to the gurgling sounds that came with him swallowing what he could. the rest spilled out over his face and wakatoshi’s own thighs as he lifted his pretty head to look him in the eyes. without the support of his boyfriend, he would be collapsing onto the bed in a blissed-out waking coma. satori fucked into him a few more times, making sure to fill his prince up nicely before pulling out.

eita’s face showed nothing but pure, sweet rapture. his eyes were unfocused, his skin shining with sweat and tears, drool and cum dripping down his chin. despite that, the first thing wakatoshi did when he could finally pull him into his lap was kiss him with every bit of love in the world. pink, swollen lips moved to clumsily kiss him back as his head fell to the side. slender hands caught him, though, supporting in place of his neck as satori came up to hold them both. “you did so well, angel.” wakatoshi whispered to their dazed baby, mouthing at his jaw.

“you did.” the redhead agreed, caressing the other side of his face. he thought eita looked absolutely stunning in such a state. blissed out beyond belief, covered in both his boyfriends’ release as well as his own. hickeys and love bites decorated his skin, as well as some light bruises from when they were just a tad to rough on him- mainly on his chest and hips. his pretty cock red and flushed, still leaking from the tip. he needed to capture this. to remember it forever. he grabbed his camera off the nightstand, making soft, gentle cooing noises akin to those people use to call their cats. “eita~ look at me..” he told him.

eita did as he was told. though he didn’t say anything, he felt special when he saw a camera pointed at him. he saw no reason satori would find him attractive right then, but.. he did. he didn’t know. he always expected, just a little, that his appeal would end when he wasn’t done up as he usually was. his surprise only grew when he heard wakatoshi’s voice next to him- “take an extra for me, would you?”

two flashes went off, one after another. the camera deposited its polaroid film, white at the moment and already starting to develop. satori set them aside after, his full attention now back on his angel. “messy boy.” he teased gently, crawling toward him and caressing his hair. he could see him slowly coming down from his high, so he just stayed close and let him go at his own pace. in the meantime, the pressed sweet, loving kisses to wakatoshi’s lips. they hadn’t gotten much affection from each other during that, so they took a few moments to say their i-love-yous and casual compliments.

it felt like they were in a little bubble in that moment. two of the three were familiar with it, the post-sex calm and intimacy. the endless praise, and the delicate touches given freely in hushed closeness. but this was a new kind. new entirely to eita, and new to wakatoshi and satori in that it was bigger. how much bigger? exactly one gorgeous blond angel bigger. if it wasn’t certain before, it was now- they would protect him with their lives. and even though he couldn’t say it, or say much of anything, they knew he would, too.

it was pretty much a given that eita was going to be tired out after being used so intensely, and wakatoshi knew that satori was never down for walking after sex, no matter what position he’d been in. he was great at aftercare, but if he was on top, he always saved the bath for after a while of cuddles and praise- while wakatoshi would do all of this while cleaning up. he loved both ways, but as he was able to tell eita was already falling asleep, he figured the bath should be soon. so he scooped both of them up in his arms, enjoying the squeals and clapping he always got from tendou at demonstrations of his strength. “hell-o, mr. muscles. you gotta boyfriend?” he asked playfully, whistling and winking. it earned a quiet little giggle from eita.

“yeah, two. but one of them is kind of a smartass.” he teased back, playfully nipping at pale skin that had been left mostly clear, for once.

“nooo! you can’t do that after saying that shit! maybe i don’t even wanna be your stupid boyfriend anymore!” he whined, sulking as he laid his head on his chest. of course he was only playing. they ‘broke up’ at least once a week. normally it was just them who ended up laughing, but right then, the sweet, melodic giggle didn’t come from either of them- it came from eita. “see! you can’t insult me, you’re upsetting eita! look how upset he is!” he huffed, hugging eita and kissing his forehead. “it’s okay baby, he’s just being mean.” he comforted him dramatically, glaring at wakatoshi.

“oh of course, he seems so upset.” he rolled his eyes, stepping into the tub and sitting down with both of them in his lap. he decided just to let the tub fill up around them so they could cuddle. “i’m so sorry, angel. forgive me, hm?” he asked, lifting eita’s chin with two fingers.

“don’t forgive him, prince.”

“i forgive you~” eita giggled.

“traitor! i’m breaking up with both of you!” the redhead huffed, crossing his arms and sinking into the rapidly rising warm water. he huffed several more times over the next minute, increasing in volume and dramatics each time until wakatoshi pulled him back up to cuddle.

“you’re so needy. i love you, satori.”

“thank you!” he squealed, finally satisfied. “i love you, waka. and i love my eita, toooo-” he started, reaching out to squish semi’s cheeks and freezing when he saw his face. his eyes were closed, lashes brushing the tops of his cheeks and lips slightly parted. his eyes widened in surprise. he sure fell asleep fast. it was okay, though, because he was cute enough to get away with murder. he brushed hair out of his face, cupping some water in his hands to start cleaning him up.

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the two of them who were conscious made the bath a quick ordeal, just long enough to get clean. they didn’t want the water to get cold and wake eita up. the first thing they did was wrap him in a towel to get him warm and dry, letting him rest in satori’s arms while wakatoshi went to change the sheets and get them all clothes. since they were at tendou’s place, he grabbed some of his clothes for satori to wear and eita to borrow while grabbing his own change that he’d packed to stay the night. they laid him on the bed and dressed him carefully, not bothering with boxers. they figured he’d be sore, so they didn’t want to move him too much.

he was left to lay under the covers for a few minutes while his boyfriends grabbed some things to take care of him, to treat him like the prince he was. they soon took their places in bed beside him, positioning him so he was on his stomach. wakatoshi held his head and ran a brush through his damp hair, knowing what kind of hell he went through when it got tangled. in the meantime, satori laid beside him and gently massaged his hips and lower back to reduce as much soreness as possible.

soon enough, they were all laid out together, their states ranging between sleepy and, well, asleep. satori held eita from behind while wakatoshi laid in front of them both, long arms wrapping around his boyfriends. both of their tired gazes were fixed on the blond in the middle, expressions soft and loving and maybe a little worried.

“do you think..” satori whispered, biting the inside of his cheek. “do you think we did okay? it was his first time and..” he laughed softly. “i don’t want to find out later that we disappointed or like, traumatized him.”

there weren’t a ton of things wakatoshi didn’t have an answer for. that wasn’t to say that he knew everything- but he always usually had an answer. that answer was sometimes ‘i don’t know’ and the best thought he had. but there were very, very few things that left him with nothing to say. that was one of them. he wanted to think they’d made him comfortable, and that he’d enjoyed it. that maybe, sometime, he’d want to do it again. but he had no idea. he wasn’t a mind reader.

I struggled with this one lol

Me legit when I read this: Of course, I freaking love Semi 

Sexuality Headcanon: Bisexual!Gender Headcanon: I’m torn tbh, either cis guy or genderfluidA ship I have with said character: Semishira, Tensemi, Ushisemi, Ushitensemi, Kawasemi, Semidai, so many Semi shipsA BROTP I have with said character: Reon x Semi, Tendou x Semi!A NOTP I have with said character: Semi x GoshikiA random headcanon: Semi actually dabbles in fashion (Tendou told him his fashion taste sucks to mess with him)General Opinion over said character: Semi is hot as f*ck, let’s be honest. Also, remember him in pretty setters squad content!!! Don’t forget him!!! Also that tongue thing he does is hot too sdfoidhf

Ushijima Wakatoshi, being the work-oriented sort of person he was, never expected have a strange soulmate or soulmates, if any at all. But he couldn't deny the quotes, one on each arm, that said "I'll pay you to watch my dog while I punch this guy in the face” and "Fucking shit hell holy fuck wow oh my god Jesus H. Christ fuck me." Needless to say, he was curious as to what kind of situation would require those to be the first words his soulmates spoke to him, and couldn’t deny that some part of him looked forward to the day he'd meet these two, even if his main priority was volleyball instead of romance.

It was a particularly warm evening as he was heading home from practice that he stopped outside his favorite coffee shop, wondering whether he should treat himself. For some reason, he was hungrier than usual, and he had to admit that this particular cafe’s lemon squares were always a welcome exception to his generally moderate, healthy diet.

He could already feel himself giving in, and pushed open the door. The interior was as cheery as always, inviting him in like a slice of home. Maybe he'd stay for a little bit. It wasn't as if anyone was waiting for him at his apartment anyway.

As pleasant as it was inside, every table was occupied, so he pushed back through the door, eyes already scanning for an empty spot.

What he didn't expect was for a dog leash to be slammed into his chest, along with the words, “I’ll pay you to watch my dog while I punch this guy in the face.”

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