Follower Appreciation Post #3

To my very dear friend Admin Iwa-chan. Thank you for always being such a great supporter of my work. I know you’ve been having a bit of a rough time of it and I wanted to give you something extra special. I thought about making one massive scene but then decided it would be good to get you a little mix of sweet and spicy with your top fave boys. I really hope you enjoy this and I hope things get better soon!

Semi – Sweet

Despite Tendou’s claim of his inferiority regarding fashion, Semi rather enjoys shopping and taking you–his lovely and ever so sweet girlfriend–to all your favorite places is a treat for him.

“Try this one,” he says, handing you a long skirt, “it will look nice with that halter top I think.”

“You really should change professions, Eita, you’d make a great personal shopper,” you say with a giggle.

“This only works because I know you,” he draws you closer, tickling the small hairs of your ears as he whispers into it, “and your body so well.” He licks the rim making your knees turn to jelly.

With valiant effort, you push away, giving him a half scolding look and a huff of, “Eita, behave.”

He merely grins before turning back to the peruse the racks once more. When you have a sufficient number of items to warrant a trip to the dressing room, Eita finds them and guides you inside; “I’ll be here, just come out and show me the stuff,” he says taking a seat on one of the couches in the waiting area.

You nod, move inside and lock the stall door.

It’s a bit of a long process, first removing your own clothes then putting on and taking off the various frocks he’s found for you but it’s also fun. You laugh together at things that simply do not work (“What was I thinking? That color would look horid on anyone”) and he enjoys the squeals of delight you let out at finding things that look amazing.

All in all, it’s a successful trip, with you acquiring a good number of flowy shirts (“Sleeveless to show off your sexy arms”), short cut pants (“It’s a crime to cover up such sexy calves”) and a few dresses (“We’ll go to that new restaurant that just opened so I can show you off”).

By the end of the afternoon you’re both a bit beat, but happy, having enjoyed the time together. Semi decided to really spoil you by paying for it all despite your protests.

“It’s not a big deal, besides I don’t have anything I like spending money on more than you, so shush.”

Your pout makes him snicker, drawing you closer to his side, his lips finding your ear again; “Or if you’re really worried about it, you can thank me at home in the best suit you own.” He suckles your ear lobe; “Your birthday suit.”

Iwaizumi – Spicy

“And then he yelled at us and I was trying not to cry but it was just so frustrating because nobody is listening!”

Iwaizumi clenches his fist; how dare anyone treat you like this!

He gives your hand a squeeze then stands, rolling his shoulders and stretching.

You look at him, confused. Why isn’t he cuddling you? Holding you tight and telling you things will get better even though at the moment nothing feels like it will ever change?

“Hajime?”

He turns to look at you, his face a mask of thunder; “I’m gonna kick that bastard’s ass,” he says, voice low and dangerous.

But to your ears, it sounds delightful. You stand hurriedly, wrapping your arms around his neck and plant a long, hard kiss to his lips. Momentarily off guard, it takes him a second to react but then his hands are on your ass, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist, settling comfortably on his hips.

He breaks away, leaving a path of hot, wet, lewd kisses on your neck, destination: Cleavage Town.

You gasp as his tongue swirls over the top of your breasts, tilting your head back to give him better access, fire erupting in your veins at the violent tug he gives to one side of your loose collar t-shirt exposing your bra. He licks over your lace cover nipple, drawing it to an almost painful peak making you writhe and whimper; “Ha…Hajime… please… now….”

You feel his wicked, sharp grin against your skin, exhale a sigh of relief when he settles you back on the couch only to draw the breath back in a sharp inhale when he actually rips your shirt and bra clean off leaving your top half exposed.

“Damn minx, distracting me,” he growls, eyes roving appreciatively over your disheveled state, lips parted and slick from his kisses.

You give him a sly grin of your own; “I just thought of a better use for that energy. Plus, endorphins are good mood boosters you know.”

Iwaizumi chuckles as he removes his shirt, tight abs and perfect pecs coming into view making your mouth water. He grins at you licking your lips; “See something you like?”

You merely nod, crook your finger in a come hither motion that sends him to his knees. He leans forward, capturing your nipple with his lips and sucks, palming the other breast roughly drawing a moan of his name.

“I hope you’re ready baby,” he grunts, shirking off your shorts and drawing your legs around his head, settling between your thighs, “I’m gonna make you see so many stars, Shittykawa will be jealous.”  

Your laughter morphs into a moan at his first lick. The angle is a bit awkward with you half lying on the couch but he makes you forget all about the discomfort, all about the asshole at work, all about anything but the feel of his tongue lapping at your creamy center.

Kiyoshi / Aomine – Blistering

It’s another blisteringly hot day sending you moaning to lay your head in the freezer. The relief is temporary and only for your face at best but at the moment it feels like heaven.

“Oi! Shut that door, the ice cream’ll melt!” Aomine’s voice calls from the couch.

You sigh, slamming the door and flop into a chair dramatically; “But it’s sooooo hot,” you whine. Your head tips back as you fan your face which does little good since all you have around you in hot air. The feel of more heat and wet against the side of your neck coupled with the press of a very hard and hot body against you makes you gasp.

Aomine swirls his tongue around the curve of your ear, his teeth nipping your lobe then doubles back to where it started on the side of your neck, lapping at your skin. One hand keeps him from laying his full weight upon you, gripping the edge of the chair, while the other slides under your shirt, up your stomach and lands on your braless breast, his fingers pinching the nipple.

“Daiki… fuck… it’s too… hot…” you pant, both from heat and from, well, heat.

“If you can’t beat the heat, fuck it,” he grunts, still working a good size hickey into your flesh.

“Damn it, Daiki, I can’t wear sweaters in this heat, you can’t mark me up there!” you protest, though your body betrays your pleas, your head tipping back to give him more access to overheated skin, your chest pressing harder into his own.

“What a sight to come home to.” Kiyoshi sounds amused as he goes through the motions of his homecoming routine: keys on the hook, shoes in the rack, bag in the bench; “Guess I’ll have to put these in the freezer for later.”

You hear the rustle of plastic, crack open your eyes and find he’s stopped by the little shop on the corner on his way home and brought back popsicles.  

Aomine glances at the bag then back to you; “I can think of something less cold and much harder I want these pretty lips to wrap around.” His thumb trails over your bottom lip.

“Agreed but that would require much less clothing and perhaps a change in location? I was thinking… cold shower?” Kiyoshi suggests, the sound of silk sliding against silk signaling the removal of his tie.

“Usually I take a cold one to settle this down,” Aomine says palming at the front of his protruding nylon shorts, “but I think princess here is gonna pass out without any help from us if we don’t cool her down some.”

You nod, taking in deep breaths of hot oxygen and wishing for a random thunderstorm. Even a hot rain would be preferable to this heat wave.

Aomine stands, pulling you up with him and throw you over his shoulder; “Fuck you are soaked and not even in a fun way,” he complains.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, idiot,” you snap back.

Kiyoshi’s chuckle rumbles out drawing your attention to him. He’s remove his dress shirt, leaving him in slacks and an undershirt, the latter of which gets removed next and tossed into the hamper.

You mouth fuck and he gives you that wicked grin not too many people have seen; the one that turns your legs to jelly or rather, lets you know that’s what’s coming.

Aomine sets you down roughly, whipping off his shirt and pushing his shorts to the ground leaving him fully naked to your and Kiyoshi’s roving eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I know I’m gorgeous, can we get to dunking and fucking now?” Aomine asks.

You huff but remove your own clothes, tossing them to join Kiyoshi’s in the hamper, Aomine’s left on the floor because he can pick up his own shit thank you very much.

Kiyoshi removes his pants, then pulls you into his arms. He’s hot and sticky but you’re past the point of caring, especially when he’s kissing you like this, his tongue coiling round your own, sucking the tip. His fingers trail lightly over your skin making you shiver despite the extreme heat but the feel of his large hands cupping your breasts makes you melt once more.

The sound of water hits your ears just as Aomine’s hand smacks your ass; “Oi, get in here,” he grunts.

He all but tosses you into the shower, it’s frigid spray making you shriek but it feels so good. You allow the water to pound onto your face cooling it down. It heats right back up when you turn around, open your eyes and find your boyfriends kissing heavily, Aomine groping Kiyoshi’s fine ass while his own hands rake through Aomine’s short cropped hair.

“Fuck that’s hot,” you breathe.

Aomine pulls away, giving a grin; “Yeah, we know. You ready to join us princess?”

For answer, you shove your way between the two of them, surrounding yourself with hard, hot, and heavy, the smell of their musk thick in your nostrils but you love it. You lean up on tiptoes, catching Aomine’s mouth with yours, tugging his bottom lip between your teeth. Behind you, Kiyoshi’s hands find your ass, palming and kneading the flesh making you moan into Aomine’s mouth.

“Why do you have to be so damn short?” Aomine complains, pulling the tap to turn off the water and shoving you back out of the shower, cutting off your sounds of protest with another searing kiss.

He hoists you up, carrying you to the bed and heedless of your still wet body dumps you on it, covering you with kisses.

You reach for Kiyoshi only to find him seated in the chair you’d placed in the bedroom for the times one of you just want to watch. He sees your pout and smiles; “It’s too hot for both of us baby, I don’t want you to overheat. Let Aomine take care of you, I like watching.”

That little admission has you heating up no matter what and you moan against the feel of Aomine’s teeth against the side of your throat. Against your skin he asks, “Front or back?” His question, you know, isn’t for you; it’s for Kiyoshi. The fact he even asks shows how far he’s come in curbing some of his innate selfishness since the three of you initially got together.

“Front, I wanna see her pretty face when she comes,” Kiyoshi replies, lazily stroking his half hard cock.

“Sounds good,” Aomine agrees, roughly placing you into position on hands on knees. His fingers trail over your pussy, rubbing your clit; “So wet baby, you want it that bad? You want my cock? You want me to fuck you, let Kiyoshi watch you fall apart?”

“Yes, fuck me please Daiki,” you moan.

“As you wish princess.” He presses the tip of his dick to your entrance, levels himself then pushes forward, bottoming out.

“Fuck!” you scream.

“That’s the idea,” Aomine chuckles. His hand wraps in your hair, tugging your head up. “Open your eyes, give Kiyoshi the show he so desperately wants.” You comply but it’s half hearted. Kiyoshi’s looking at the two of you with such open desire it makes your heart burn. Aomine sees it too; “Yeah, look at him, look how hard he is for you, for us. We’re making him feel good just by being together, isn’t that awesome? Look at that dick, don’t you just wanna lick it, let him fuck your face?”

“Yes, please,” your eyes meet Kiyoshi’s, “Teppei, let me suck your cock, please.”

“Well since you asked so nicely,” he says, standing and making his way to the bed.

Aomine repositions you to a better angle, releases your hair to allow your head to fall forward. You mouth at Kiyoshi’s cock, slicking it up with your tongue before drawing him eagerly in, filling your mouth as much as you can.

“Fuck that’s so hot,” Aomine breathes into your ear, watching as you suck.

Kiyoshi grunts, runs one hand through your hair to gather it at the nape of your neck while the other you know is rubbing over Aomine’s. The sound of wet, sloppy kisses fills your ears mixing well with the slick of your lips sliding over Kiyoshi’s dick. A wet pop, then your head is roughly tugged up, Kiyoshi’s tongue invading your mouth as he kisses you breathless, all while Aomine fucks into you, his hand smacking your ass for good measure.

“You look so beautiful,” Kiyoshi compliments, trailing a delicate touch over your cheek; “I love you.”

“I… love you… too,” you gasp; “And you Daiki, I… I love… I love you!”

Aomine keeps pounding, bringing himself to completion and filling you up.

He pulls out, spilling cum on the bedspread. Kiyoshi licks his lips, flips you to your back and buries his face between your legs. It doesn’t take him long to make you come, focusing all the attention of his tongue to your clit, lapping up the mess left by your and Aomine’s fuck fest.

Your legs are still shaking, your whole body is really, when you finally come back down to earth and watch with hazed eyes the sight of Aomine Daiki on his knees of all places sucking down Kiyoshi’s cock.

Kiyoshi’s fingers clench Aomine’s hair, tugging roughly as he pistons himself in his mouth; it’s much rougher than when he’s with you.

“Fu… fuck Daiki, your mouth’s good for some else beside running.”

Aomine mumbles something that sounds like “shut up” but his mouth is full of dick you so can’t be sure.

You’re still over sensitive but this sight is too good not to be fully enjoyed and you find your fingers pressing against your clit, rubbing in soft, slow circles at first until you can’t help but match the rhythm of Aomine’s bobbing head.

“That’s it, make yourself cum,” Kiyoshi groans watching you touch yourself, the commentary both for your and Aomine’s benefit; “Rub that clit, let me see how much watching Daiki letting me fuck his face turns you on.”

“Teppei… Daiki… fu… fuck!” You come again and so does Kiyoshi, pulling out to spray his load on Aomine’s chest.

The three of you stay motionless, you on your back, Kiyoshi standing and Aomine on his knees.

It’s the latter who says, “Now we really do need a shower.”