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Wakatoshi barely makes mistakes. It was a foreign feeling to him, much like getting drunk. He was never a fan of alcohol anyways. So when he wakes up in his bed, dizzy and on the verge of vomiting, he’s not sure what exactly he drank last night.
Still, he has a practice match with the Black Jackals, so he has to power through and ignore the headache and the pain in his lower back. He slides his jersey on, brushes his teeth, washes his face, and that's when he saw it.
Soft droopy ears, white, black, and brown. Accompanied by small horns that peeked out of his dark brown hair. Rubbing his hand through it, he felt something swinging. His lower back throbbing once more. Reaching down, his calloused fingers met with a soft long tail. “Fuck.” What the hell happened that night?
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Wakatoshi felt stupid, which was a very foreign feeling for him. He wore a hat and tucked his tail into his jersey shorts. When he reached his destination, the first person to say anything was of course , Kourai.
“Wakatoshi-kun? Why are you wearing a hat?” He asks, Wakatoshi jumps. Jumps. Kourai notices and grins. “Woah, are you hiding drugs under there or something? You never jump.” Kourai has his im gonna find out what you’re hiding grin on. “It is nothing, Kourai. You should be doing warm ups.”
Kourai isn’t convinced. “Ya know if you feel sick Wakatoshi-kun, you can just take the day off. But, I know why you’re really still here. A certain hyper mobile MSBY member has you whipped .” Wakatoshi looks down at the albino. “It would be a shame if someone, ya know, spilled the beans to him.”
It was quick, Wakatoshi didn’t know why he did it so fast, but it was over with. He yanked his own hat off, ears flicking to celebrate its freedom from the restrained position it was once in. Wakatoshi would do anything to keep his crush on Sakusa Kiyoomi a secret. Even if it meant revealing a different secret.
“What the actual fuck.” Wakatoshi turned his head, and Tobio stood with his water bottle in hand. “Tobio, my apologies, it seems I have been affected by some magic. Possibly a curse?” Wakatoshi wasn’t sure. He just wanted this curse to go away. He knew he could make it go away one way or another.
What Wakatoshi didn’t know was Atsumu was currently laughing at Sakusa. “Ya see Ushiwaka over there? He’s a literal cow! I bet ya like that, ya already drool over his chest. Ya fuckin’ perv… does ushiwaka know yer a perv?” Sakusa cringes. “Shut it, Miya. Does Kita know you're a dick sucker?” Atsumu makes an offended noise.
Sakusa paid no mind to Atsumu, all he wanted was to have his lips wrapped around those tits of Wakatoshi’s. Sure, maybe was a “perv”.. but he’d do anything for Wakatoshi’s attention. Even if it meant sneaking into the Adlers locker room.
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The practice match drew to an end, MSBY took the win. While the winning team went to their assigned locker rooms, the Adlers did the same. Wakatoshi let everyone else head to the shower first. He preferred showering without anyone else anyways. As everyone bid their goodbyes, Wakatoshi collected his belongings.
Wakatoshi stared at his duffel bag. Atsumu had stopped him before the rest of MSBY left, saying “I gave ya a nice gift in yer bag Ushiwaka-kun. Hope ya like it.” Atsumu smiled, dimples showing as perfect as ever. Wakatoshi was nervous to see what it was.
Still, he found himself moving around to collect the rest of his belongings. Everytime he moved, he felt as if his chest was moving with him. Like liquid was sloshing around inside. He soon found himself sitting on the bench, panting as he looked at his chest.
His chest felt heavy. Wakatoshi was the last teammate of the Adlers to be in the locker rooms, so if he did anything no one should walk in, right? Right. Wakatoshi slowly lifted his jersey up. Holy shit. His chest was wet and red. He slowly brought his hands up to them, teeth holding his shirt up. He squeezed, a wet sensation flowing down his fingers.
“Ah..~” a soft moan escaped his plump lips as he saw milk spill out his pecs. “Fu-fuck.~” Wakatoshi covered his mouth, shocked from the noises he was emitting. Wakatoshi slowly pulled away from the thick white liquid, finding himself looking in his bag. That’s when it caught his eyes.
Underwear . Wakatoshi doesn’t pack underwear in his duffel bag, yet he could tell either way these weren’t his. A letter, a note , was attached to it . Got this from Omi-kun, stole it… it’s used and ready for use. Have fun waka-waka. Wakatoshi folded .
He brought a shaking hand to his crotch, before drawing back. “What the..” it was wet. He wasn’t hard. It no longer felt heavy down there. Instead it throbbed with need . Wakatoshi knew he didn't want to, but he slid his shorts down. Tail swinging.
He had a fucking cunt.
Wakatoshi felt a whine come through his throat. His senses flooded as he explored the new body part. As he felt around, his body hitched, a loud moan coming out his throat. This is.. a clit right..? He hit the clit over and over again, boy cunt throbbing. His mind flooded, he groaned as he put the underwear near his face.
Fuck this was perverted. He hesitated, placing his face into the underwear. He inhaled the scent of Kiyoomi’s musk. He drooled, letting his fingers slide into the hot wet warmth of his cunt. Wakatoshi began to make noises he never knew he could make. High moans flooded the locker room.
His eyes closed, letting himself inhale the scent of Kiyoomi as he fingers himself open. “Such a slut.” Wakatoshi froze, this was familiar… When he opened his eyes, he saw the person he least wanted to see. Sakusa fucking Kiyoomi. “Ah.. I-I am truly sorry this is not what it looks like.” Wakatoshi struggles to explain his situation. Kiyoomi shushes him.
“But it is what it looks like, Wakatoshi-chan.” Kiyoomi cood, sliding his long slender fingers to Wakatoshi’s folds. “You’re being a pervert, fucking yourself to the thought of me? Your friend since middle school?” He asks, thrusting his fingers roughly in and out of Wakatoshi’s heat. “Sniffing my underwear too?” He asks, licking the shell of the olive brunette's ear.
Wakatoshi gasped, Kiyoomi’s fingers worked magic around his bundle of nerves. His back arched, moving the underwear away from his nose as he whined. “Oh god. Oh, oh Kiyoomi..~” he whimpers, covering his mouth with his back hand as he moved his hips to the feeling of Kiyoomi’s talented hand fucking into him.
“You’re already so loose. How long have you been here fucking yourself? Opening yourself up for my fingers?” Kiyoomi asks, turning Wakatoshi onto his stomach and pulling his shorts down. Wakatoshi was already tired, his chest was still heavy, and he wasn’t sure how long it’s been since he started.
“Mm, I’ve never liked the thought of fucking a pussy.” Kiyoomi rubs his tip along the folds of Wakatoshi’s glory. “But if it’s you ? I’ll make sure to ruin you.” He bit Wakatoshi soft cow ear, thrusting into him with enough force to cause Wakatoshi’s skin to rut against the… questionably clean floor.
“Oh! Fuck !! Kiyoomi, pl-please wait.. I have never taken anything s-so — hng!~ —- so big ..!!” Wakatoshi chokes out. He wasn’t lying, Kiyoomi stretched him out so far. Kiyoomi could feel Wakatoshi’s heartbeat in his wet boy cunt. “There’s a first time for everything. Knowing how you were just sniffing unclean underwear and moaning for me,” Kiyoomi slides himself out of Wakatoshi, until only his tip is in.
Wakatoshi drools at the thought, Kiyoomi’s cock hard and flushed for him, veins as prominent as ever, leaking all over his cunt. Getting him pregnant with that dick. Wakatoshi lets a whine bubble out, a dorky smile on his face that was soon wiped off when Kiyoomi thrust it all in. “So, I’m pretty sure you like it rough, Wakatoshi-Kun.” Kiyoomi whispers.
The feeling of a rock hard cock thrusting in and out of him at an unrealistic speed had Wakatoshi making noises that he was sure only women could make. Blunt nails dug on the floor, tears stinging the corners of Wakatoshi’s eyes. The friction of his chest and the floor was unbearable .
“Kiyoomi.. kiyoomi! Oh! My chest..!” He says, and Kiyoomi looks over Wakatoshi’s shoulders, thrust not stopping its speed and instead increases in strength. “Did I say you could talk? You’re just a cum slut, nothing more, Wakatoshi.” Kiyoomi explains, breath steaming behind his neck. “Sex toys don’t talk. ” He growled low, shoving the underwear in Wakatoshi’s mouth, yanking his hair back.
The noises that were coming from where the two athletes were joined were absolutely pornographic. Kiyoomi gripped and twister at Wakatoshi’s chest, rutting into him with so much force it had Wakatoshi’s stomach turning red. The underwear didn’t do a good job at hiding Wakatoshi’s moans and begs.
“My hole! My boy cunt is leaking..! More!! More!! Please fuck into my hole even more!” Wakatoshi was yelling into the piece of cloth. Kiyoomi felt something warm between his fingers. “What the actual fuck?” He grumbles, bringing his fingers to his lips.
Milk. Wakatoshi hid his face, whimpering softly. He felt Kiyoomi stop, so he looked back. “Kiyoomi? Why did you stop..?” Kiyoomi pushed Wakatoshi’s head down, snuggled tightly against the underwear, and began to fuck the lights out of him.
Wakatoshi scratched at the floor, enough to make his nails start bleeding as he sobbed. “TOO MUCH! TOO MUCH PULL OUT..~” he yells, boy pussy spawning as he suffers through his first orgasm. Even though had already came, Kiyoomi grabbed his legs, lifting him up and setting Wakatoshi on his lap, fucking up into him aggresively.
Teeth dug into his neck, moans flooded the locker room as Kiyoomi began to set an animalistic pace. “Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, alright? I want you to hold my fucking babies, hold my sperm like the cum socket your are slut .” Kiyoomi growls, squeezing the thick mans hips and fucking him rough, surely to leave a bruise in the morning.
Wakatoshi came once more with a yell, followed by hot steamy tears. Kiyoomi came inside the man with a groan. “Fuck. So tight that even when I pull out my cum stays inside of you.” Wakatoshi could hear the grin on the raveonettes face, as Kiyoomi slaps his cock on Wakatoshi’s plump used lips.
Struggling to get up, Wakatoshi stayed still in his spot, catching his breath and letting his tears flow out. He heard footsteps leave. Did he just leave me..? This causes Wakatoshi to show more emotion than ever. He began to cry, holding himself as he just wished his body to go back to normal.
“Sorry for leaving you, Wakatoshi-kun. I was looking for my spare jerseys, seeing as yours is messy..” Kiyoomi rubbed his neck. “Although, we should shower first.” He soon suggested. Wakatoshi nodded, yet when he went to stand up his knees wobbled. “Ah.. you went too hard..” he complained. Kiyoomi’s face flushed, this was truly a side of Wakatoshi he never knew existed.
Wakatoshi was needy and soft. “Come here.” Kiyoomi says, picking the man up and carrying him to the showers. The shower was hot and steamy. Kiyoomi peppering the man in kisses. Wakatoshi was truly in love, and apparently.
Kiyoomi was too.
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“Hey, Kou!” Shouyou yelled. “Have you seen my ‘Animal Guide’ potion?” Koutarou froze. “N-nooo..???” The gym doors open. Kiyoomi walks through. “Ah Kiyo! Have you seen my potion? It was last at the Adlers and MSBY party!” Kiyoomi froze. “Say I did see the potion, how do you get rid of the effects?” Shouyou rubbed his neck. “That’s exactly why I needed it.”
“I need to fix the effects of it, it only wears off if the drinker gets pregnant.. weird right? Oh well, I wish good luck to whoever drank it!” Shouyou beamed. Kiyoomi looked across the net.
Wakatoshi was back to normal, a human.
Fuck.