Omg you should do a continuation to that ushijima 'blowing off steam' to them losing or winning their matches and the after math of the locker room 😏😏
Oh yeah you can, Anon! Lol, sorry it took so long to get you this sequel!
Here’s the original request as well!
While only a few hours had past it had felt like nearly an eternity since the last time that he had touched her skin. An groan passed through Ushijima’s parted lips as she ground her hips down against his where he sat on the bench of the locker room. With his hands gripped tightly at her hips, his mouth found the junction of her neck and she let her head fall back to allow him to explore the expanse of flesh there.
He had met her there in the locker room, his eyes heavy on her as she locked the door behind her. She turned to him then, hips swaying as she closed the distance between the two of them. Win, lose, the results didn’t matter right now, they would discuss them later. Right now, as he approached his seated form, all that mattered was what they could get from one another.
Pressing her body against his, she gave an involuntary shiver at his hands pushing their way under her uniform shirt and his mouth pressing against her clothed chest. As he slowly removed the shift from her body, her breath left her in a shudder, half lidded eyes taking in his form as his lips traveled over her newly exposed skin.
This is what they needed, the both of them. With their adrenaline buzzing just beneath their skin, they needed this time to press, pull, and tear at the feelings that can not be removed otherwise. Taking two large handfuls of the flesh that made up her behind, their hips ground roughly together, another groan escaping past his lips.
The desperation that overflowed between them kept them from taking their time. That would have to wait until they had the chance, but for now, they’d rush to feel that pleasure, to feel that heat stroking at the pits of the bellies. It didn’t take long to remove only the clothes necessary to connect their bodies. The collective noises of pleasure filled the empty space around them as their hips ground tightly together.
“Yes,” she breathed over and over, her head falling forward against his shoulder, her hands finding purchase against his back. Her limbs shook as wave after wave of pleasure consumed her, filling her entire being with melted against his. “More,” she demanded with her hips coming down harder against his.
A surprised gasp left him at the movement, his head falling back on his neck as he felt himself rising towards his peak. With their voices growing in volume and their hands gripping desperately for one another, they soon found their orgasms together. Goose bumps covered their flesh as they found support against one another, hands weakly gasping at any part of each other they could.
Their mouths met then, the pace steady and slow, tongues lolling together lazily. She hummed against him, her gaze taking in his form beneath her. A smile crossed her lips then, her mouth pressing beneath his ear as her hands worked their way down his body, enjoying the way he shook under them. “Let’s do it again.”