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Sakusa Kiyoomi was no pillow princess, but she had no problem being the one on her back either.
Given that whoever was to top her had successfully met her numerous conditions (physical, interpersonal, hygienic and, honestly, vibrational), Kiyoomi would even say she preferred being the one doted on. Motoya insisted that was one of the many lingering side effects of being the youngest child, but that was neither here nor there.
There comes a time in a women-loving woman's life, however, when the desire to get stuff done to you is overruled by the urge to absolutely wreck someone else instead.
The team was enjoying happy hour at their usual lesbian bar. Unlike usual, Atsumu had yet to be whisked away by the carabiner on her belt loop by a cute, horny femme. She sat at the bar next to Kiyoomi when when Hinata rushed over, hands covering her ass and face as red as her hair.
"Uhh do you guys have any tampons on you?" Hinata grimaced, looking desperately between the two women.
"I don't use those, sorry." Kiyoomi preferred not to risk toxic shock syndrome, thank you very much.
"Yeah, sorry Sho-chan. I don't put anythin' up there," Atsumu said apologetically.
Hinata widened her eyes in surprise, race against gravity and menstruation momentarily forgotten. "Huh? Nothing, like- nothing?! Not even-"
"Nothin'."
"Why not?" Kiyoomi asked, staring at Atsumu judgmentally. Atsumu smirked.
"Doesn't really come up. I'm a top, Omi-chan. Plus, I don't think I'd enjoy it."
Kiyoomi and Hinata shared a look. "You're funny, Atsumu-san," Hinata shook her head before walking over to their other teammates in search of a tampon.
Kiyoomi wasn't going to ask. She didn't need to know. She didn't.
"You don't think you'd enjoy it?", she demanded, squinting at her annoying teammate. Atsumu shrugged nonchalantly, taking a swig of the bottle of beer she held with only three fingers. Like an asshole. Her band tee was sleeveless and cropped just above the elastic of the Calvin Klein boxers she wore under her loose jeans. Her hair was a shaggy sort of almost-mullet with the sides shaved off, which Kiyoomi hated. She did.
"Dunno whadda tell ya, Omi-chan. Never had much interest in havin' anythin' inside me." The loose smirk on her lips pissed Kiyoomi off.
"But- You've never even tried it?"
"Nope," she said, popping the 'p'.
"So how on Earth would you know-"
"That's a silly question, Omi Omi. How do ya know ya don't like dick if ya've never had it?" Atsumu interrupted, making her voice sound goofy on purpose. Even though Kiyoomi understood she was mocking the implications of that line of questioning, it was still irritating. Kiyoomi rolled her eyes.
"How on Earth would you know," she emphasized, "how to do it to someone else."
This gave Atsumu pause. She recovered too quickly.
"Instinct!"
"Oh fuck off."
"What, ya don't believe me?" Atsumu wiggled her stupid eyebrows. "I can show ya."
Kiyoomi scoffed, "no thank you, I don't need a top who has never bottomed."
"C'mon, Omi. Yer seriously gonna tell me ya don't think I could figure it out? Ya can learn by getting feedback. I've never heard any complaints!"
"Maybe not to your face." Despite the insult, her brain had taken interest on Atsumu's offer. She just had that swagger, the kind of masc lesbian energy that told you she could fuck you so well you forgot not just your ex, but also your own name. Kiyoomi might be stubborn, but she wasn't a hypocrite. She could admit Atsumu was hot, infuriatingly so.
She would be lying if she said she hadn't imagined it before. Over the years, Kiyoomi had fostered quite a roster of women who were both willing and qualified to be in her bed at least once a week. As was bound to happen, however, the roster had weakened considerably due to several life factors, leading to a mild dry spell that Kiyoomi was hoping to break sometime soon.
Alcohol mixed up with her already-high libido was a dangerous cocktail, one that had Kiyoomi ignoring Atsumu's yapping in favor of daydreaming about fingering her into oblivion. She imagined shoving her hand into Atsumu's boxers to feel her wetness, the look in her face when Kiyoomi slid a single finger inside. The thought of having the self-proclaimed stone top whining and begging for more made her pussy throb.
So, it was decided.
"I'll sleep with you if you let me finger you."
Atsumu, who had clearly given up on talking while Kiyoomi went on her little thought experiment, choked on a sip of beer. Kiyoomi watched her in mild disgust as the blonde coughed into her elbow, trying to get her breathing back in order so she could properly reply.
"Ya want my pussy that bad, Omi?"
Kiyoomi had to fight her blush back with a stick. She frowned, "no. I want to prove a point."
"Ya'd be provin' a point, alright. Just not yers." Atsumu took another swig, maintaining eye contact the entire time. Kiyoomi waited. She recognized the mischievousness in the amber eyes. "How 'bout we make it interestin'?"
"You want to bet?" Kiyoomi snorted, raising one eyebrow in disdain. Atsumu shrugged again, smirk back on her face. "Okay, fine. If you enjoy it, I get to fuck you with a strap."
"Damn, that's escalatin' a bit quick, doncha think? But fine. I guess if I like it, then I'm okay with tryin' more than fingers. But, if I don't like it, I get to fuck ya with the strap."
"Sure, whatever." Kiyoomi finished her drink and stood up, pushing the bar stool away. Atsumu watched her with wide eyes.
"What- now? As in, tonight?"
"Do you have somewhere else to be? Let's go." She tossed her curls over her shoulder and made her way out without checking to see if Atsumu was following. She knew she was.
…
As soon as Atsumu stepped out of her shoes in the genkan, Kiyoomi allowed herself to give into her whims. She had been eyeing the stupid gap between Atsumu's boxers and the waistband of her jeans all night. She hooked four fingers into that space, and yanked the blonde into a kiss. She was going to top the fuck out of this girl.
Atsumu groaned, letting her jaw fall open. The blonde's fingers circled her waist, gripping onto her for balance as Kiyoomi used her height advantage to shamelessly overpower her. It was almost funny, how Atsumu always bent over backwards to give her perfect sets, and now, here she was doing it so Kiyoomi could take however much she wanted.
"Damn, Omi- didn't know ya were hungry like that-"
"Shut up, get in the shower," Kiyoomi growled into her mouth. Atsumu just laughed.
"Gotta lemme go first baby."
The pet name made aggression mixed with arousal stir inside Kiyoomi, finally snapping her out of the sensory indulgence of Atsumu's soft lips. Instead of letting her go, she dragged Atsumu by the waistband into her bathroom.
"Figures ya'd be one for shower sex," Atsumu's voice was muffled by the shirt Kiyoomi impatiently pushed up and over her head. "I can undress myself too, ya know."
"Then hurry up and do it," Kiyoomi snapped, letting her go to turn on the shower spray. Kiyoomi was, unsurprisingly, a big fan of shower sex. Obviously it was an inoffensive way for all parties to get clean before the sex actually happened, but there was something extremely sensual about hot, wet bodies pressing against hers. Getting fingered in the shower was hands down one of her favorite ways to be touched, so Kiyoomi figured she could try that first with Atsumu.
Atsumu got under the spray first, and by the time Kiyoomi joined her, she felt her cunt flutter at the sight of the setter with her wet hair pushed back. Being teammates meant that they had seen each other naked too many times to count, but obviously there was a huge difference between a stealthy glance in the locker room, and being up close, personal and about to literally fuck.
"See somethin ya like, Omi?" Atsumu gave her a crooked grin as she shampooed her hair, catching the way Kiyoomi shamelessly admired her flat chest and sleek abs. Kiyoomi hummed, taking advantage of the fact Atsumu had both hands busy to reach out and run a single digit down her happy trail.
"I like this," Kiyoomi murmured. Atsumu let out a little hah, stomach tensing at the touch. Kiyoomi smirked at her, "ticklish?"
"Nah, just horny." Her honesty drew a laugh out of Kiyoomi, who stepped aside to let her rinse her hair.
They cleaned up quickly and efficiently, Atsumu only pouting a little when she got denied the pleasure of helping Kiyoomi wash her body. After all, she knew how this went. Atsumu's soapy hands running all over her would quickly melt Kiyoomi's focus, and she would inevitably end up on her back again. No. She was on a mission.
When Atsumu made to step out of the shower, Kiyoomi pulled her back by the waist and pushed her against the wall. Atsumu yelped at the cold tile, but the complaints died on her lips as Kiyoomi pressed the entire length of her body against hers. "Where do you think you're going?" She murmured, letting her lips drag along the line of Atsumu's jaw. Atsumu exhaled shakily, relaxing into the wall.
"Fuck, nowhere apparently..."
"Mhm. You're staying right here." Kiyoomi cradled Atsumu's head in her hands, long fingers digging into her wet hair. She ran her thumb along the undercut by her ears, pleased at the sensation.
Their mouths met again, tongues pressing languidly, every kiss filthier than the last. Atsumu kissed like she had all the time in the world, and for all the fuss she made over bottoming, she seemed to have absolutely no problem rolling over and letting Kiyoomi fuck her tongue into her mouth.
Kiyoomi pressed her leg between Atsumu's, both of them moaning loudly when everything aligned. She fought the instinct to grind down harder on the blonde's thick thigh, ignoring the way her cunt throbbed and instead pressing her own knee up harder against Atsumu.
"Fuck, Omi." Atsumu groaned, fingers tightening on Kiyoomi's hips as she rode her thigh.
Kiyoomi was not a patient woman, especially not when she could feel Atsumu leaking on her, so she decided it was time to prove her wrong. Her right hand let go of Atsumu's hair and began making her descent. She didn't want to spook Atsumu, especially since it wasn't clear just how much she usually let girls touch her, so she made a few stops on the way. She pressed her palm gently against Atsumu's throat, just holding for a moment. She let her thumb press over one of her nipples, testing for a reaction, then pinched it lightly when she felt the blonde sigh into her mouth. She ran a flat palm down her stomach, familiarizing herself every groove.
Her fingers traced Atsumu's happy trail once again. Kiyoomi broke the kiss to mouth at the blonde's neck, leaving little love bites as her fingers ran further down, into Atsumu's bush. Her hips jumped away from Kiyoomi's touch, before settling back into it.
"Is it okay if I touch you?" She murmured into Atsumu's neck, stilling her fingers just before they could reach her clit.
Atsumu breathed out a laugh, her chest rising and falling rapidly against Kiyoomi's. "So considerate, Omi. Ya, go fer i- ah-"
Kiyoomi abandoned Atsumu's mound in favor of running her fingers along the crease of her thigh and between them, moving her leg to feel- ah. Yes.
"So wet for me, Atsumu," she teased, running her fingers in slow circles on the soft, slick skin there. She could feel the heat radiating from Atsumu's pussy, and it almost made her lose her composure and just cup her already. Not yet.
"Fuck off," Atsumu huffed, and the blush on her face was adorable. "Are ya plannin' on touchin' me, or are ya just gonna tease all night?"
"I'm just being considerate of your inexperience, but if you're getting impatient, I can stop holding back." Kiyoomi knew that would hit a nerve, and it did. Atsumu's eyebrows furrowed in protest, mouth parted and about to retort when Kiyoomi finally touched her cunt, pressing her palm and moving upwards in a luxurious stroke, letting the pads of her fingers part Atsumu's folds as they went.
Atsumu let out a deep-felt groan at the pressure, throwing her head back and accidentally bumping it against the tile a little painfully. "aah-ow."
Kiyoomi didn't let her linger on the pain. She watched Atsumu's face as she ran her slick fingers around her clit, smiling at the way the blonde gasped and twitched against her. She ran her middle and ring fingers up and down between Atsumu's folds, collecting more wetness and bringing it up to rub her clit.
"Fuck, yeah Omi, just like that- ya can press harder- yeah…" Atsumu babbled, her eyes closed as she let herself get lost in the feeling. Kiyoomi smirked at how affected Atsumu was with just a little touching. She felt in in her gut, Atsumu would lose it when Kiyoomi had her fingers inside.
The mental image made Kiyoomi bolder; every time she stroked downwards, she applied a little more pressure against Atsumu's hole. It wasn't enough to fully penetrate her at first, but soon enough Atsumu was so wet, and grinding into Kiyoomi's fingers so hard, that on a downward stroke Kiyoomi let her middle finger slip inside, just barely, and kept it there.
"Aaah- fuck. Fuck." Atsumu gasped, body going completely still in anticipation. She trembled, only slightly, and Kiyoomi could feel her cunt clenching rhythmically around her. Atsumu grabbed her wrist suddenly, not pushing or pulling it away, but holding it in place.
"How does it feel, Atsumu?" Kiyoomi's voice was low with arousal.
"Feels- okay," she exhaled. "Doesn't hurt or anythin'. Ya can keep goin'."
"Are you sure? We don't have to do this if you're uncomfortable-"
"Nah, nah. I wanna- keep goin', Omi."
Kiyoomi slowly slid the rest of her finger inside, then pulled it out even slower, studying Atsumu's face. She didn't look uncomfortable. Her lips were parted, and her face was flushed, and if anything, she looked- incredibly turned on.
Satisfaction unfurled in Kiyoomi's chest, both at being right, and from knowing she was the one to make Atsumu feel like this. And she hadn't even started. When she curled her finger, Atsumu inhaled sharply, her grip around Kiyoomi's wrist tightening.
"O-oh, shit. What didja-," she interrupted herself with a clipped moan when Kiyoomi did it again, pressing harder. "What- the fuck."
Kiyoomi had intended to take it easy on Atsumu. She had. But that was before the blonde started mindlessly fucking herself on her single finger. Something about this reaction, especially after Atsumu had been so certain she hated penetration, made something snap inside her. Kiyoomi pulled her finger out only to slide it back in with a second, immediately curling them both to hear Atsumu gasp again.
The feeling of Atsumu's wet cunt clenching around her fingers was captivating. She didn't even bother fucking in and out, just worked her fingers in slow, wide circles, curling towards her palm. The sensation had always been satisfying to her, ranked similarly to sticking her hand into a container of flour, or letting a thin jewelry chain pool into the palm of her hand.
"Damn Omi, yer- fuckin'-," Atsumu's hand let go of her wrist to grab Kiyoomi's neck and press their lips together. She kissed desperately now, like she needed anything to distract her from how intense Kiyoomi's fingers felt inside her. "It's so-"
"Hmm?" Kiyoomi smiled against her, fucking into her faster and faster, just to see how she would react. She had been almost positive that Atsumu would ask her to slow down, but instead, she just gripped onto her harder. Atsumu threw her head back, her jaw slack in a silent oh, lips wet with spit and water. Kiyoomi felt desire surge through her violently, and she latched onto the sleek skin of Atsumu's neck just to have something to bite.
"Omi, Omi, Omi…" Kiyoomi barely registered her voice, losing herself again to the delicious, repetitive feeling of her hot cunt, the slick hair rubbing on her palm, Atsumu's pulse under her tongue… the rough tug in the back of her hair brought her back abruptly.
"Ow," Kiyoomi complained, stilling her hand inside the blonde. She frowned, eyes refocusing on Atsumu's face. She looked a fucking mess. Her amber eyes were half lidded and burned with arousal. The blush on her face went all the way down to her chest. A couple of wet strands of blonde hair fell over her forehead, and Kiyoomi found it unfairly sexy. "What?"
"Ya really gonna make me say it?" Atsumu huffed in annoyance.
Kiyoomi just stared at her, puzzled. She thought she had been enjoying it?
"I need to lie down fer this."
Upon looking down, she finally noticed the unsteadiness in Atsumu's legs. All that muscle, useless with how much she was trembling. All from a little finger-fucking. Ha!
"No, nuh uh, don't look at me all smug like. I'll put my clothes on an' leave-"
"You're not fucking going anywhere," Kiyoomi half growled and half laughed, right up in Atsumu's face. "You're gonna take my cock, and you're gonna love it." Kiyoomi ignored the way Atsumu's eyes widened at her tone, opting to push the blonde under the shower spray again. "Rinse yourself, quickly."
"So fuckin' sexy when ya boss me around like that… don' get used to me lettin' ya, though." Atsumu rinsed between her legs, avoiding Kiyoomi's gaze as she did. Kiyoomi took her place under the spray as soon as Atsumu stepped out, glad that the blonde was too busy drying herself haphazardly to notice Kiyoomi had to rinse between her thighs too.
After protecting the pillows with a fresh, dry towel (their hair was still wet), they both fell into Kiyoomi's plush bed, legs tangled as they lied on their sides facing each other. Kiyoomi kissed Atsumu much slower than she had in the shower, tongues sliding against each other leisurely. With the worry of wasting water gone, she intended to take her time making Atsumu melt under her touch.
It didn't take much to have Atsumu dripping on her fingers again. She pushed the blonde onto her back, draping the leg closest to her over her hip, and pushing the other further apart to give her more space to work with.
"I'm gonna open you up, and since this is your first time, I'll let you choose which cock you want me to fuck you with," She spoke low into Atsumu's ear, pleased at the way it made her shiver.
"Jesus Christ Omi," Atsumu whined, bucking her hips into Kiyoomi's hand, which was touching her clit so lightly she might as well be hovering. She couldn't help it, pushing Atsumu to show her desperation was too thrilling to resist. "O-kay, just- do it already."
Kiyoomi pulled her fingers away, dragging them lightly over Atsumu's skin until she reached her bottom lip. She pushed the pads of her middle and ring fingers until Atsumu's jaw fell open obediently, sucking the digits into her mouth with a moan. Their eyes locked, Kiyoomi's breath hitching as she pulled her fingers out, only to have them sucked back in, pushing down on Atsumu's hot tongue. Atsumu grinned around them, trapping her with her teeth before sucking them in again.
"Okay, that's enough."
"Hmm, right, now ya say that's eno-uhhgh."
Kiyoomi slid her two wet fingers easily into Atsumu's pussy, biting at her jaw while doing so. She didn't bother going slow anymore, fucking into her for only a minute or so before adding a third finger. In this position, with the help of her hyper mobile wrists, she was able to hook into Atsumu in a way that allowed the blonde to grind her clit into the bottom of her palm, effectively trapping her in a vicious loop of pleasure. There was not a single way Atsumu could squirm that wouldn't stimulate her.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she panted, using Kiyoomi's hand unabashedly, gripping onto her forearm with both hands to hold her in place. "Feel s'fuckin' good Kiyoomi, fuck."
"Can't believe you were so certain you didn't like this. Look at yourself."
"It's yer damn- freaky, nasty hands. Yer stupid bendy wrists, and yer long ass fingers reachin'- everythin'. Fuck."
"I'm honored," Kiyoomi teased. "Think you can get off like this?"
"Dunno, kinda takes me a long time. Ya don' hafta- ya don' hafta get me off," she ended weakly.
Kiyoomi pulled away to stare her down, offended at the implication. She slowed down her hand. "You take me for some sort of quitter, Miya?"
"Nah- just don' want'cha givin' yerself carpal tunnel. We need yer freaky wrists healthy for volleyball," her laugh sounded a little forced. That's when it clicked for Kiyoomi.
"I don't think you dislike bottoming." Kiyoomi pushed her palm firmly against her, the added pressure on her clit making the blonde moan and grind up harder.
"Well no shit, Omi- ya have me moanin' all embarrassin'-"
"I think you're just impatient."
Atsumu laughed, bright and wonderful, and the sound made Kiyoomi's stomach flip. "Ya might be right, Omi Omi. Speakin' of impatience, show me yer collection. I wanna see if ya got strap game."
Kiyoomi rolled her eyes, disentangling from Atsumu to walk over her dresser. She brought out three options, and Atsumu blushed a little as she made her selection. Unsurprisingly, Atsumu picked the smallest of them: it was black silicone, smooth to the touch and free of any ridges. Kiyoomi smirked teasingly as she put the other two back in her drawer.
"Hey! Don' tease me, it's a lot to take okay?" Atsumu pouted. She looked kind of cute, hair half-dry and a mess, her bangs falling over her face like they did back in high school. It made Kiyoomi's stomach feel funny, for some reason.
"I didn't say anything," Kiyoomi didn't hide the cheek in her voice. She pulled her strap on up her legs, struggling a little to fasten one side without letting the other fall. It's not like she wears it often.
"Okay, c'mere baby," Atsumu laughed, kneeling by the edge of the bed to tighten the straps for Kiyoomi while she held the front piece. Kiyoomi wasn't surprised at the practiced ease with which the blonde worked, but watching her pretty, strong hands made her cunt throb.
"On your back," as soon as the strap on was secured, Kiyoomi pushed at Atsumu's shoulders until she fell backwards, turning around to grab the bottle of lube from the drawer. Atsumu let out a low whistle.
"Yer ass looks amazin' pushed up by those straps." Kiyoomi turned around to find Atsumu on her side with her head leaning on her hand, like a cheesy soft porn movie. She rolled her eyes, climbing on the bed and manhandling Atsumu to lie on her back. She kneeled between her open thighs and ran a thumb down Atsumu's folds, pushing in and marveling at the way the blonde immediately sighed, arching into it.
Kiyoomi stroked lube over her cock, then positioned herself so that their hips aligned. Truth be told, topping wasn't easy. It took skill and practice to be good at using a strap, which she would be the first to confess she didn't have much of. Atsumu must have noticed her hesitance.
"S'alright, Omi Omi, ya can put it in."
Kiyoomi guided herself in with one hand, propping the other on the bed next to Atsumu's waist. She watched her face for any sign of discomfort as she pushed in, moving slowly until she bottomed out. Atsumu groaned, eyebrows pinching together and eyes closed.
"Need a moment?"
"Yeah... yeah. Ya can touch me, though."
Kiyoomi wasn't too proud to comply, using the hand she used to lube herself up to stroke Atsumu's clit. For a moment, the subtle flexing of her abs made her wonder how much she was clenching on her cock, made her wish she could feel it, wonder what it would feel like… probably similar to what it felt like on her fingers, just as warm and wet. But definitely tighter, and definitely much more sensitive.
Atsumu started fucking herself on Kiyoomi's lap in small movements, and suddenly her fantasy became more embodied. As she took her cue and started thrusting into her at a slow pace, she focused on the way Atsumu's thighs felt pressing against the top of hers. The pressure on her pussy every time she bottomed out. The little gasps for air that escaped her mouth on every other thrust.
Before she knew it, her hips were pistoning in and out of Atsumu, and the room was filled with their moans and gasps.
"Shit, Omi, ya look so good like this," Atsumu pushed a hand through Kiyoomi's long curls, which fell like a curtain over her face when she looked down where they were joined. "Doin' so good, baby."
Atsumu's encouragement sent a thrill up her spine. The pressure against her clit was making little bursts of arousal collect low in her tummy, and the thought that she might actually cum from this... Holy shit. She had never orgasmed strapping someone before, even had her suspicions about people who said they could, but the climbing heat inside her was undeniable.
She didn't notice how loud she was being until Atsumu leaned up on one elbow and brought her closer by the nape of the neck with her free hand, smashing their mouths together. Kiyoomi wasn't able to kiss and keep her pace at the same time, so she settled for a deep, dirty grind and letting Atsumu claim her mouth for a little bit.
"Yer bein' so loud Omi, almost like yer the one gettin' fucked. Feels that good, huh?" Their lips brushed with every word, and Kiyoomi could only nod, eyes screwed shut. Atsumu's voice was somehow both husky and airy at the same time, kansai-ben thicker than usual. "S'alright. Want'cha to cum fer me like that, baby. Show me."
She was so close already, and Atsumu's words went straight to her cunt. She grinded into her faster, muffling her moans into the blonde's mouth until she felt the tension build, build, build and finally snap.
Atsumu's hand flew to cover her mouth, laughing in disbelief as Kiyoomi moaned loud as fuck. She didn't care- if anything, the hand over her mouth made her cum harder. Her whole body trembled through her climax, pushing into Atsumu weakly and milking it for as long as she could. Then she collapsed right on her chest.
"Goddamn, yer really somethin'." Atsumu's hand scratched at her head through the curls. Kiyoomi didn't yell at her for messing her hair up, since she would have to rewash and go through her curl routine in the morning anyways. Plus, it felt really nice.
"I can keep going, I'm still gonna make you cum."
"Not on the strap, ya ain't. But I kinda want yer magic fingers again…"
"Kinda?"
Atsumu took a big sigh, rolling her eyes. "Fine. I want yer fingers bad. I dunno what the fuck ya were doin', but I hafta admit it felt crazy good."
Kiyoomi pushed herself up, pulling out gingerly and stepping off the bed to remove the strap. "I'll finger you again, but first…"
…
Atsumu had never had a problem being the one doing the fucking. Being touched felt good, sure, but it often took her so long to cum that Atsumu would rather just enjoy getting her partner off. She had made her peace with it. It's not like there was a shortage of pillow princesses wanting to sit on her face.
Kiyoomi was just so mind-numbingly hot that Atsumu couldn't help wanting to get absolutely wrecked by her. If there was one thing anyone could count on Kiyoomi for, it was her ability and commitment to seeing things through. So when the opportunity presented itself earlier at the bar, Atsumu couldn't help but bend the truth a little bit, just enough to bait her teammate into a new and exciting challenge.
She still couldn't believe it worked.
"Fuck, baby, yeah," Atsumu babbled, certain she must have been drooling on the bedsheets. Not that Kiyoomi would notice, kneeling on the ground and completely engrossed in devouring her cunt.
Atsumu grinned against the mattress, awfully smug for someone folded face down ass up. It had been a while since she let someone touch her until she actually came, but at the rate things were going, Kiyoomi was well on her way to making good on her promise.
The way she was flicking her tongue on Atsumu's clit had pleasure building inside her at a slow but sure crawl. It made Atsumu want to beg, even though she's not sure what she would be begging for. She knew her body well, and it was just a matter of time and persistence.
"Omi… Omi… fuck. S'yer jaw okay?" She couldn't help but ask every so often. Kiyoomi had been diligently eating her out for over twenty minutes straight at this point.
Kiyoomi pulled away from her pussy, giving her small love bites in the back of her thigh. "I'm fine. Stop asking." She slid two fingers inside, fucking her slowly and pushing down on every retreat.
Atsumu whined. What the fuck. She had never felt this way before, even in the few occasions fingering had felt alright. She might have lied when she said she hadn't tried it before, but it was true that it rarely did anything for her.
It was certainly doing something for her now. Kiyoomi brought her other hand between Atsumu's legs, stroking her clit in pace with the fingers moving inside her, and again she found herself in a evil, maddening loop of pleasure.
"Oh, God. Fuck," Atsumu turned her face, shoving it into the mattress to muffle the noises she wanted to make.
Suddenly, Kiyoomi pulled off completely, making Atsumu look over her shoulder at her in confusion. "Wuh-?"
"On your back."
Atsumu complied, scooting up the bed to make space for Kiyoomi to settle on her stomach between her legs. She immediately put her mouth back to work, wrapping one arm around Atsumu's thigh and using her other hand to fuck her again and, oh. This was it.
"Fuck, baby, keep touchin' me like that… g'nna make me cum… so good, so fuckin' good fer me," her hands flew to Kiyoomi's head, one tangling in her curls and the other holding her face tenderly.
She could feel Kiyoomi all over, touching every sweet spot. Her tongue circled her clit, hot and wet and perfect. Those long, talented fingers showed her no mercy, pressing into her walls insistently and making the heat in her core burn hotter and hotter.
Finally, she felt it- a sharp twist of pleasure, the hook, the upwards climb of a roller coaster that made everything feel more intense in anticipation. Atsumu felt giddy with excitement, her eyes snapping open to find Kiyoomi's dark dark dark gaze on hers.
"SHIT- yeah, Omi! M' so close, please don' stop-,"
"Mhmm," Kiyoomi hummed into her skin, and the vibrations sent Atsumu over the edge. Her back arched off the bed, jaw open in a silent scream as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into her. Kiyoomi only fucked her harder, sending her even further into her climax.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck-" she started coming down, but Kiyoomi continued fucking into her.
"Should I stop?" Kiyoomi asked, leaning her cheek on Atsumu's thigh, completely entranced by the sight of her wet fingers working in and out of her cunt. "Doesn't look like you're done," her voice had a teasing lilt to it. Bastard.
"Uhhh- I don't- know," Atsumu couldn't really think, the rush in her ears still too loud, her nerves singing under Kiyoomi's ministrations. She usually stopped touching herself as soon as her orgasm ended, so this was new territory. Huh. She had never thought of just- continuing. It felt incredible, and she wanted to stay in this limbo forever.
Kiyoomi slowed down, watching Atsumu closely for every hitch of her breath. They stayed like that for another couple of minutes, Atsumu's body twitching into her touch, gasping softly and just enjoying the aftertaste of her orgasm.
As soon as Atsumu's eyebrows pinched, gasping and twitching a little too hard away from Kiyoomi, she finally pulled her fingers out, leaving a lingering kiss on her inner thigh before sitting back on her haunches.
"Well?" Kiyoomi asked, wiping her face and then her fingers on a small fluffy towel Atsumu hadn't even noticed she had left on the bed.
Atsumu starfished completely, stretching all four limbs lazily before folding her arms behind her head, a shitty smirk stretching on her face. Kiyoomi raised an eyebrow at her, waiting for a verdict. "Pretty good, Omi Omi."
The cum rag hit her square on the face before she heard Kiyoomi getting up from the bed. "You're infuriating. That was more than pretty good."
"Knew I could count on ya to make me cum my brains out."
Silence. Kiyoomi squinted at her, strap on in hand as she was about to take it into the bathroom to clean it. "You set me up."
"Ya took the bait, Omi, don't look at me like that. Admit it, ya've been wantin' to fuck me for a while."
"No. I wanted to prove you wrong. And I did, I won the bet. So shut up and help me change the sheets. You got cum all over it."
"Okay, fine, ya win. Can I top ya next time as a consolation prize?"
Kiyoomi's eyes brazenly trailed Atsumu's body. She twisted her small, pouty mouth in consideration. Squinted at her. "Are you tired?"
Atsumu grinned. "Never too tired, baby."
Kiyoomi opened the drawer, picking the bigger of the two other dildos in there, and replacing the used one in the strap on. She climbed back on the bed, straddling Atsumu's stomach and grinding down, making Atsumu groan at how wet she was.
The strap on hit Atsumu's chest heavily.
"Get to work, then."