V: Videos (Sending NSFW videos to each other)

Settling onto his futon, Asahi lets out a long breath. Another day filled with little victory and tons of diving receives.

“Are we ever gonna get our act together?” he wonders staring at the ceiling. He chuckles at the memories of his high school days, when volleyball was everything and little else mattered. Seems he couldn’t let it go even after his time at Karasuno ended. Glancing to this right, he sees Bokuto snoring with his mouth open while on the next futon over lies Kuroo, hair even messier if that were possible. Never in a million years did Asahi think he’d end up on a team with these two. He’d not even planned to go to college until his aunt surprised him with saying she would fund his education.

The chime of his cellphone draws him out of his musings. Rolling over, he grabs the device, a soft smile presenting itself when he sees her name and face on the lock-screen. Looks like she’s sent him a video message.

Returning to his back, Asahi pops in his earbuds (the wireless kind, a gift from her last Christmas) so as not to disturb his roommates either by getting up to leave or by the volume being too loud.

And boy is he glad he did because from the first words out of her mouth he knows he’s about to feel frustration of a whole different kind.

“Hey baby,” she coos, eyes half hooded as her hand trails down her neck. “I miss you so much and wish you were here.” The camera pans back revealing her in jet black lingerie, breasts pushed up and little else covering her lower half. Asahi swallow thickly, diving beneath the covers to hide the image of her in such attire.

He knows he should turn it off, wait until he’s in a more private location (such as a bathroom stall) but his eyes remained fixated on her, ears burning as her delicate, breathy voice moans his name when she squeezes one breast. Slowly her other hand trails below the hemline of her panties.

“I’m imagining you touching me, Asahi, wishing these were your long, thick fingers pushing into my pulsing, wet pussy.” He almost groans, only just remembering he’s not alone and stifling it in his throat. Hopefully it’ll sound like he just has sore muscles instead of an aching cock.

Her eyes close, head kicking back as she pulls off the panties giving him an eye full of her glistening heat. Without conscious thought, he reaching beneath his own pant line, grabbing his dick and stroking in time to her thrusting.

“Oh Asahi, I want you to fuck me, I want your cock so bad baby.” Her eyes stare into the camera lens, burning him from the inside out. With an expert touch, she caresses her clit, moaning out his name as she comes. He doesn’t last much longer, spilling his seed and making a mess of his hand and pants but he doesn’t care. This is one of the hottest things she’s ever done for him.

Through panting breath she whispers, “Can’t wait to see you in a few days,” then blows a kiss to the camera before it fades to black.

Catching his own breath, he extracts the ear buds and rolls over, setting his alarm early enough to grant him time for a solo shower.

The next morning, he enters the cafeteria a bit late for breakfast. Gathering a tray of food, he sits with his new teammates. Just as he takes a bite of eggs, Kuroo comments slyly, “Sounds like you got a nice present last night, Azumane-san.”

Asahi chokes, downing water as his face erupts into red, Kuroo laughs his ass off, and Bokuto wonders what he missed.

X: XXX (What kind of porn does the person watch? How often?)

Asahi strikes me as the type to not watch much of it, he’s too embarrassed even when it’s just himself. He probably had his first experience of watching it at a night over with one of his more curious friends and was teased for how bashful he was about it. If anything, he may resort to watching it if he’s feeling really frustrated and for whatever reason can’t get together with his girlfriend/wife. And even then, he’d much rather resort to phone sex with her.