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Asahi

Maybe it was the loss today, or maybe that his spikes were blocked more than normal. You’re not sure what it is but all you know is Asahi is acting like a freaking beast…and you’re loving every second of it. He’s normally so shy, so timid about anything intimate but not tonight. Oh no, tonight, his hand grips the back of your head roughly, his dick sliding in and out of your mouth at a pace you almost can’t keep up with. It takes a lot of concentration not to gag.

“That’s it, you’re a slut for my cock, aren’t you?” he growls. You work to keep a shocked expression from your face because you’re sure if he sees you even the least bit surprised he’ll take it as a negative and will stop. Which is the last thing you want.

He pulls out abruptly, grasping your chin in a firm grip, his face dropping to right before yours. Gone is the gentle warmth of soft brown eyes replaced with a fire you never knew he had. “I asked you a question, I don’t care if your mouth is full of dick, you answer, understand?”

This time you can’t stop your eyes from widening a bit but he’s not phased, doesn’t even blink. So you nod. He squeezes tighter, finger indenting the flesh of your cheeks and draws you closer. His breath ghosts over your lips, tongue teasing your mouth as he whispers, “Use your words, what are you?”

You swallow and pant out, “A slut for your cock.”

“Damn right you are,” he hisses, practically throwing you on the bed. He pushes you into position on your knees. A smack to your ass makes you cry out in surprise, the next second your body humming with erotic energy. “Look at you, so wet for me, you like when I treat you like this?” He spanks you again. “You like being my dirty whore?” Another smack.

“Yes, yes Asahi, please! Please fuck your whore,” you beg.

He teases your cunt with the tip of his erection, drawing in and out just enough to give you a taste of what’s to come; hopefully it will be you.

“You want it?” he asks in a sing song tone.

“Yes, please,” you breathe out.

Without warning, he shoves in all the way to the hilt. A hoarse cry mixed with pleasure and pain rips from your throat which is grabbed by Asahi’s large hand. He draws you upwards, his chest to your back, thrusting up harshly into your wanton body. His other arm wraps around your chest, bracing you against him firmly.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he whispers harshly, biting the edge of your ear. He’s pumping into you quickly, his hold so tight you know you’ll have bruises come morning.

“Asa…hi,” you gasp, air leaving your lungs faster than you can bring it in. He grants mercy in allowing you to falling forward, hips pistoning rapidly to fuck you into oblivion. Before long you’re screaming, tears rolling down your cheeks as you beg him to let you come.

He finally relents, fingers dancing over your clit and you positively explode. You barely feel him come, body growing numb for his overt stimulation.

The next morning you wake with groaning muscles protesting movement but are thoroughly satisfied. When you open your eyes, it’s to find a very worried looking Asahi. You sit up, tugging the sheet with you to lock out the cold of the room. “Asahi, baby, what’s wrong?” you ask touching his cheek.

“I…I’m so-“ but you cut off his apology with a hand over his mouth.

“Nope, no apologies. I loved last night. I know you don’t believe me but it’s the truth. But since I know you won’t feel better until you apologize, why don’t you make pancakes? You can spoil me with breakfast in bed since I doubt I can walk downstairs thanks to the thoroughly delicious fuck fest you gave me last night.”

His cheeks burn red all the way to his ears but he nods to your request. You smile, plant a soft, slow kiss on his lips and roll back over, smiling minutes later when the scent of fresh coffee and hot maple syrup waft up from the kitchen.

Kageyama

He’s been wanting to try this for a long time, consistently imaging his desires coming to life but Kageyama is unprepared for how much better reality is over his fantasy. He’d barely been able to vocalize his request, blushing, stammering and generally feeling like a fool when he approached you about tonight. But to his immense delight, you agreed, almost eagerly and now, here you were, all four limbs secured with leather straps to the posts of your bed and a blindfold over your eyes.

“To..tobio?” you ask a bit breathless.

A slow, sultry grin spreads over his face. He hadn’t anticipated his own inhibitions to be so effectively quelled simply by taking away your ability to see. With the blindfold on, he doesn’t have to worry about being self-conscious, a boldness he’s always had but never allowed beginning to surface.  

Gently, he leans over you, trailing the tip of his nose from the join of your collarbone to just below your ear, whispering, “I’m here, baby.”

You shiver at his tone, so low and sexy, so confident.

The unexpected contact of his lips to yours makes you flinch but a moment later you’re moaning into his mouth, his tongue skillfully dancing with yours as his hands trail feather light over your skin. You arch as high as you can with the restraints, eager to feel more of his touch but he moves just enough out of reach to only tease.

Kageyama pulls away, smirking at the slight whimper left on your lips because of the absence of his own. One finger traces the outer rim of your areola drawing your nipple to a stiff peak. A protesting whine from your throat morphs into a startled cry with his lips seal around the puckered flesh, his tongue rolling languidly over and around the sensitive nub.

He chuckles when he hears you pulling on the retraints, the vibrations of his mirth shooting pleasured darts through your nervous system. “So, impatient,” he coos, blowing cool air upon your wetted flesh. He crawls back up to your ear, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and moans, “You always get your way, _______, tonight, I’m taking my time. But don’t worry,” he sucks the flesh of your neck hard, your body arching violently, “I’ll make it worth the wait.”

He opens his mouth, tongue licking and mouth sucking the entirety of both your breasts until they’re tinged pink with the stimulation. His hands, so skillful in handling a volleyball, mold and shape your flesh, kneading the soft of your belly, gripping the slight love handles of your hips.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against your skin. “I love how soft you are all over, how there’s something to actually hold on to.”

“Tobio,” you whine, cheeks blushing to a fiery crimson under the manipulation of his touch and praise.

“Hush, sweetheart, no protests tonight, remember? That was the agreement. You’re just gonna lie here and take what I give you and that includes compliments.” You hesitate a moment, biting your bottom lip but then nod your acquiescence. “Good girl,” he praises then returns to enjoying your skin.

Every touch of his tongue and fingers leaves you wanting more, your core burning with longing to have him taste you and make you lose control. He senses this, knows your noises better than even you do but he’s not giving in, not yet. He rubs your thighs up and down, kissing from the tops of your knees to the base of your ankles, alternating between pecks and open-mouthed kisses before trailing back up your inner thighs.

Your scent is driving him crazy, the sight of you glistening with want and all because of him stroking his ego in the best way possible. He teases your cunt with his tongue, pushing in and out just enough to draw whimpers and whines from your chest.

The touch of his cock to your entrance makes you gasp, “Yes, please, please Tobio, fuck me, please.”

Kageyama’s dick twitches in response to your begging, the vision of you writhing against your confines a beautiful sight to behold. Despite wanting to tease you more, he’s so hard it hurts and he knows you have the whole night. He plunges in, loving the cry of his name on your lips.

Leaning down, he kisses you harshly once before moving his mouth to your ear. “You’re so fucking hot when you beg. Do you know that? Do you feel how hard and hot I am, all because of you?” He grasps your hair tugging your head back and latches onto your throat, not releasing until your skin is marked with the evidence of his presence. “You feel so fucking good, god, I just want to stay in you always.”

“Tobio, shit, harder, please.”

He hadn’t intended to give you any control tonight but having lost of a grip of his own, Kageyama complies, driving into you harder than he ever has, the sound of slick flesh and sex filling the room.

“Ohgodohgodohgod,” you moan. Tobio grunts and growls, wishing to feel your hands on his as he makes you come but he won’t stop, won’t pause, not when you’re this close, not when he can feel the tightening of your walls, the sing song breath of your impending release.

Not when he’ll make you come for the first time through penetration alone.

And you do, you come hard, squeezing him so tightly he almost chokes on his breath. The sensation pulls his own orgasm firmly to the front, seed shooting deep into your body.

Panting and sweat covered, Kageyama pulls out, grabbing a towel to quickly clean both of you up before pulling off the blindfold and releasing you from your restraints. Without a word, he gently pushes you to your side and spoons up next to your, arm wrapped snuggly around your waist. Into your ear, he whispers, “I love you, so much. Thank you for tonight.”

Your hum of contentment is all the confirmation he needs to know you agree with the sentiments.  

Yamaguchi (you guys wanted something totally different so here you go)

“Dashi…pl…please.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, eyes half hooded as you stare at the pinch server. His own eyes are narrowed, your skin burning under the scrutiny of his gaze. When you started dating all those months ago, you’d no idea he’d prove to you the sentiment of “it’s always the quiet ones you have to watch out for.”

Because here you are, secured in a sex swing of all things, limbs spread open and all for his viewing and touching pleasure. His body’s filled out more this year, the result of continuous training and working to perfect his volleyball game but if there’s one area his game doesn’t need work on, it’s the bedroom.

Who knew it would be you who would have a hard time keeping up?

He grins, moving forward within touching distance of your body. With a flick of his thumb, the buzz of a vibrator cuts through the temporary silence of the room. He places it against your opening, your head falling back with mouth open to release a loud moan. Slowly he moves the toy up and down, grazing your clit only to retreat once more. He pushes it inside of you, pulls it out, all the while never taking his gaze off your face.

“Look at me, ______,” he orders and you have no choice but to comply. “Do you want to come?”

“Yes! Yes please!”

“How badly?”

“Oh god, so, so badly, Tadashi. I’ll do anything you want, please, just let me come!”

He smiles but it’s not his sweet, innocent smile all the rest of the world sees, oh no, this smile is devious, full of salacious intent and sexual deviancy.

“Don’t make promises you won’t keep, _______, I’ll hold you to it to do anything, understand?”

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck, please Tadashi, I can’t take it anymore!”

He nods in understanding, turning up the dial one click and pressing the vibrator directly on your clit. He looms over you, mouth taking in a nipple and sucking hard while the vibrations send coursing rivers of fire shooting through your veins. He’s played you up, edged you so close so many times that when you finally come, you shriek, every limb locking before convulsing violently against the restraints holding them at bay.

With panting breath, you begin to descend from your high, eyelids fluttering open when you feel a chair placed beneath. Tadashi releases your limbs one by one, gently resting you into the chair. He gathers you up, placing kisses against your temple.

“I’ll collect on your promise another time. For now, a bath and some sleep. You did so good for me.” 

Contribution to SS, kinda fits with the Bad

Boy theme I guess lol.