locker room sex with kageyama
the locker room’s mostly empty, showers still running in the distance, but kageyama doesn’t care. he’s on you the second you step inside, all sweat-slick skin and trembling hands.
“can’t—fuck, i can’t wait anymore,” he pants, pressing you against the lockers hard enough they rattle. his eyes are wide, frantic, pupils blown.
“tobio—someone could walk in,” you whisper, even as your arms wind around his damp shoulders.
“don’t care,” he groans, grinding against you, cock already straining against his shorts. “need you right now. please.”
his desperation makes your stomach flip. you tug his head down, kissing him hard, letting him swallow your moan when his fingers shove clumsily past your waistband.
“shit—so wet already,” he mutters, breath hot against your lips, pumping two fingers into you fast, sloppy, like he’s racing against time.
you gasp, clutching at his shoulders. “you’re the one dripping sweat all over me. you’re a mess, tobio.”
he groans at your words, forehead pressing to yours. “yeah, messy for you. fuck, i can’t stop shaking.”
his other hand fumbles his shorts down, cock slapping against your thigh, flushed and leaking. he lines up without warning, pushing inside in one rough thrust that has you gasping loud enough to echo.
“t-too much—fuck,” you whimper, nails digging into his back.
“sorry—i’ll slow—” he lies, because his hips are already snapping forward, hard, shallow thrusts that send your body jolting against the lockers. “you’re so tight, i can’t—ahh, feels too good.”
each slap of his hips is wet, filthy, your arousal already smeared down your thighs. he buries his face in your neck, moaning loud, unrestrained.
“tobio, someone’s gonna hear us,” you gasp, though your legs hook tighter around his waist.
“let them,” he groans, fucking into you faster. “i want them to know you’re mine.”
you bite down on his ear, making him shudder. “you’re desperate. what if the team sees you like this? all needy and pathetic just to cum inside me?”
he whines—actually whines—hips stuttering. “don’t say that—fuck, i’ll lose it. please, let me—lemme cum in you.”
he’s relentless, sweat dripping from his temple onto your chest, your back slamming against the lockers with every thrust. when his fingers find your clit, rubbing messy circles, you cry out, shaking.
“tobio, i’m—fuck, i’m close—”
“cum for me. please, please cum with me. i need it—need to feel you squeeze me,” he babbles, voice breaking.
your orgasm rips through you, clenching tight around him, and he loses it, hips jerking erratically.
“oh fuck—i’m cumming—inside, inside, can’t hold it—” he moans, spilling deep, cock twitching hard as hot spurts fill you. he doesn’t stop, though, still thrusting shallowly, like he’s trying to fuck it deeper.
you whimper, overstimulated. “tobio—s’too much.”
he groans against your throat, still grinding into you, cum dripping down your thighs. “can’t stop—need to see it leaking out. wanna fuck you till it’s overflowing.”
“fuck, you’re insane,” you pant, shivering at every sloppy thrust.
he pulls out just far enough to watch his cum spill, groaning at the sight before pushing back in with a wet squelch. the sudden, deep thrust catches you completely by surprise, and a loud moan rips from your throat as he buries himself back inside you.
his cock twitches inside you, still hard, still leaking, and his hands grip your ass like he’s afraid you’ll slip away. without breaking rhythm, he lifts you, cock still buried deep, and carries you the few steps to the bench, hauling you into his lap as your legs straddle him.
“tobio—” you breathe, trying to steady yourself, “you came so much already.”
“not enough,” he growls, voice wrecked. he keeps you pressed flush against him, cock thick and pulsing inside you.
“tobio—” you breathe, trying to steady yourself, “you came so much already.”
“not enough,” he growls, voice wrecked. he keeps you pressed flush against him, cock thick and pulsing inside you.
“shit… you’re so deep,” you gasp, tilting your hips instinctively, “fuck, i can feel every inch of you inside me.”
every movement of his hips drives a shiver through you, his body so hot and heavy against yours that it’s impossible to think of anything else. the way he’s holding you, still thrusting deep and relentless, makes your knees weak, and the slick warmth coating both of you is impossible to ignore.
“ride me,” he pants, sweat dripping down his temple, hands clamped on your hips. “wanna see you bounce on me, wanna feel you milk me dry.”
“i… i’m not sure how much more i can take,” you murmur, breath hitching, but your body is already rocking forward, nails digging into his damp shoulders.
the angle shifts, deeper, and you moan loud, the sound echoing in the empty room. his eyes roll back, jaw slack as you grind down on him, your slick and his cum making every movement sloppy, obscene.
“fuck, that’s it—ahh, don’t stop,” he groans, meeting your bounces with desperate thrusts upward, the bench creaking under the force. “you feel so fucking good, i’m gonna cum again—”
you smirk through your moans, tightening around him. “already? you’re really pathetic, tobio.”
“say it again,” he begs, pupils blown wide as he stares up at you, lips parted. “say it—say i’m pathetic for you.”
“you are,” you gasp, riding him harder, the wet slap of your bodies loud in the locker room. “pathetic, desperate, only good when you’re filling me up.”
he moans brokenly, forehead knocking against your chest. “fuck—fuck, i’m gonna—”
his hands drag you down hard on his cock, grinding you into his lap as he spills again, cum spurting deep and hot, mixing with what’s already dripping out.
you choke on a moan, overstimulated as he keeps rutting, forcing you to ride out every twitch of his release. the mess seeps down your thighs, smearing over his shorts, pooling under you on the bench.
“look at us,” he pants, voice raw, staring at the slick running down between your legs. “fuck, it’s everywhere. you’re overflowing for me.”
your body trembles against him, chest heaving, and you manage a shaky laugh. “how the hell am i supposed to walk out of here like this?”
he kisses you, sloppy and needy, still rocking you lazily on his cock. “don’t care. everyone should see how much you take me.”
you pull back just enough to glance at him, smirk tugging at your lips. “look at you… all desperate and putty for me,” you tease, fingers running through his sweaty hair.
his eyes darken, pupils blown, and a low growl escapes him. “shut up… don’t make me lose it again,” he warns, though his hands tighten on your hips like he’s not going to let go.
you lean in slowly, pressing your forehead to his, softening the intensity. “i like it when you’re like this,” you murmur, voice gentle now.
he lets out a long breath, finally stilling his movements, and kisses you deeply—slow, lingering, almost tender after all the messy frenzy. you cling to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling the warmth of his body settle against yours.
for a few heartbeats, it’s just the two of you, flushed and sticky and completely undone, and you can’t help but grin against his lips. “guess you’re mine, huh?”
“always,” he whispers back, voice low, desperate still, but softening just for you.
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