Major Warnings: porn, choking, asphyxiation, humiliation, blowjobs.
635 words
He couldn’t breathe and he was almost certain he liked it. Oikawa’s hands were on his head, tight fists tugging at his hair as he pulled Akaashi’s head towards him with every thrust into his mouth. He wanted to suck him off, with all the finesse he’d tried to perfect over the last couple years but of course Oikawa wanted more. Choke on it, he’d commanded and Akaashi had opened his mouth.
He choked on it now, every breath became more of a whistling wheeze as the air slipped past the drool in his mouth and the thickness of Oikawa’s cock. He was so deep he was nearly in Akaashi’s throat with every movement. He knew Oikawa wasn’t going to stop until he finished and Akaashi had swallowed everything, so he focused on keeping his mouth wide open, jaw slack, throat as relaxed as possible. He was a good listener, obedient, like Oikawa loved to tell him, and he was determined to prove that.
He widened his legs, leaning back on his heels and taking some of the weight off his knee pads. He was grateful for the kneepads, grateful for there being something between his knees and the hard tile of the bathroom floor. It wasn’t easy, precisely, to sit back and let Oikawa fuck his throat with such a force, but a good part of him loved it. He loved the sounds, the sloshing wet sounds of his labored breathing, the quiet panting and subtle groans coming from Oikawa, the occasional squeak of his pads on the tile or the twist of Oikawa’s shoes.
He could feel Oikawa getting close, his taunts were fewer and farther between and, while his hands were still tight and yanking Akaashi’s hair, his hips were moving in slower, longer thrusts. He almost had a chance to breathe before Oikawa shoved his head down, pulling him all the way against his pelvis in a quick movement that nearly sent him reeling. He just managed to keep himself from clenching his jaw and Oikawa held him tight while the muscles in his thighs shook and he came down Akaashi’s throat.
If he hadn’t already been choking he’d be choking then, but he managed not to gag and used the drool that had accumulated in his mouth to swallow a few times after Oikawa pulled out. He was still straining against his own shorts and he wanted to touch himself just to get it over with. He knew he couldn’t ask Oikawa to touch him, no matter how much he wanted to.
Oikawa seemed to notice his distress, and laughed a little as Akaashi wiped his mouth. “Spread your legs,” He said, “You weren’t terrible today, pretty bitch.” He listened, eagerly widening his stance and when Oikawa lifted his foot, stepping lightly against his erection he didn’t hesitate to push against it. He braced his hands on the floor behind him, sweaty fingers slipping on the cold tile as he pushed his cock up against the bottom of Oikawa’s shoe. The friction was more than enough, through his uniform shorts and underwear and Akaashi felt himself getting close.
Oikawa speaks to him, asking for loyalty in the only way he can: taunting. Akaashi obliged, his throat hurt and he was so close he could have screamed but he stammered out a “No.” No, he wouldn’t let just anyone wreck him like this, it had to be Oikawa, and Oikawa knew that.
He rubbed faster, putting more and more weight on his arms so that when the orgasm hit him he collapsed in a spasm of muscle and a long groan. He barely felt the gentle stroke of Oikawa’s thumb against his cheek, and the soft press of his lips on his forehead before he left Akaashi alone in the bathroom.
FILL: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke Rated: E
Major Warnings: porn, choking, asphyxiation, humiliation, blowjobs.
635 words
He couldn’t breathe and he was almost certain he liked it. Oikawa’s hands were on his head, tight fists tugging at his hair as he pulled Akaashi’s head towards him with every thrust into his mouth. He wanted to suck him off, with all the finesse he’d tried to perfect over the last couple years but of course Oikawa wanted more. Choke on it, he’d commanded and Akaashi had opened his mouth.
He choked on it now, every breath became more of a whistling wheeze as the air slipped past the drool in his mouth and the thickness of Oikawa’s cock. He was so deep he was nearly in Akaashi’s throat with every movement. He knew Oikawa wasn’t going to stop until he finished and Akaashi had swallowed everything, so he focused on keeping his mouth wide open, jaw slack, throat as relaxed as possible. He was a good listener, obedient, like Oikawa loved to tell him, and he was determined to prove that.
He widened his legs, leaning back on his heels and taking some of the weight off his knee pads. He was grateful for the kneepads, grateful for there being something between his knees and the hard tile of the bathroom floor. It wasn’t easy, precisely, to sit back and let Oikawa fuck his throat with such a force, but a good part of him loved it. He loved the sounds, the sloshing wet sounds of his labored breathing, the quiet panting and subtle groans coming from Oikawa, the occasional squeak of his pads on the tile or the twist of Oikawa’s shoes.
He could feel Oikawa getting close, his taunts were fewer and farther between and, while his hands were still tight and yanking Akaashi’s hair, his hips were moving in slower, longer thrusts. He almost had a chance to breathe before Oikawa shoved his head down, pulling him all the way against his pelvis in a quick movement that nearly sent him reeling. He just managed to keep himself from clenching his jaw and Oikawa held him tight while the muscles in his thighs shook and he came down Akaashi’s throat.
If he hadn’t already been choking he’d be choking then, but he managed not to gag and used the drool that had accumulated in his mouth to swallow a few times after Oikawa pulled out. He was still straining against his own shorts and he wanted to touch himself just to get it over with. He knew he couldn’t ask Oikawa to touch him, no matter how much he wanted to.
Oikawa seemed to notice his distress, and laughed a little as Akaashi wiped his mouth. “Spread your legs,” He said, “You weren’t terrible today, pretty bitch.”
He listened, eagerly widening his stance and when Oikawa lifted his foot, stepping lightly against his erection he didn’t hesitate to push against it. He braced his hands on the floor behind him, sweaty fingers slipping on the cold tile as he pushed his cock up against the bottom of Oikawa’s shoe. The friction was more than enough, through his uniform shorts and underwear and Akaashi felt himself getting close.
Oikawa speaks to him, asking for loyalty in the only way he can: taunting. Akaashi obliged, his throat hurt and he was so close he could have screamed but he stammered out a “No.” No, he wouldn’t let just anyone wreck him like this, it had to be Oikawa, and Oikawa knew that.
He rubbed faster, putting more and more weight on his arms so that when the orgasm hit him he collapsed in a spasm of muscle and a long groan. He barely felt the gentle stroke of Oikawa’s thumb against his cheek, and the soft press of his lips on his forehead before he left Akaashi alone in the bathroom.