#/you dig it up fully. You feel the dirt under your nails now and you're grossed out by this whole thing already/

[shumistar]

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[anntidote]

:carton of milk - kageyama tobio

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pairing: kageyama tobio x fem!reader

word count: 2.2k

warnings: timestop!au, TW!!dubcon, smut, angst, pwp, masturbation, blowjob, handjob, deepthroating, does this count as somnophilia(?), mentions of oikawa

summary: the day after the break up, you find yourself confiding in tobio, your reliable underclassmen. he's not good with his words, but he offers you a drink-- and you happen to drink more than he would ever thought you would.

brimming later hours into the night, the moonlight seemed to play peek-a-boo behind the scattered clouds. the slight breeze danced at the hem of your skirt as you're sat outside karasuno's second gym, knees up to your chest, head buried in your arms. the rhythmic sound of the volleyballs ricocheting off the hardwood floors and squeaks of sneakers only seemed to echo in your mind. 

"senpai?" 

you raise your head at the inquiry, only to meet the blue eyed gaze of your underclassmen, and the crinkle of his steps toward you against the dirt. "what're you doing out here? it's late."

you let out a sigh before responding, tilting your head up to avoid his curious stare. "i'm thinking, tobio."

he raised an eyebrow in confusion. "thinking about what?" 

the low hum of the vending machine and wisps of the night air filled the space's silence, as you blankly stare up into the endless black and blue above. "i broke up with him."

kageyama's eyes widen, mouth falling slightly open, staring at you in disbelief, and you almost scoff. "y-you broke up with oikawa-san? why?" 

you unfortunately understood the utter surprise, as any outsider looking at the two of you would've seen it. you knew the way you looked at him was filled with adoration and love. the times he pointed at you after a serve, or the random back hugs he'd give when picking you up from school. 

it was definitely the shameless kissing and proclamations of utter infatuation with each other, that led other people to think love had definitely taken a liking to the two of you. 

but the fact you could recite yesterday's events like the back of your hand- the thought of everything being a lie was more realistic than your fairytale of a relationship. 

you remember the shade of pink that came across her cheeks, and that dark blue of her discarded underwear. you remember the creak of the bed, the melody of moans that tumbled from his lips- the same ones that he swore that only you would ever hear. you remember the string of lies that came from that very same mouth, the ones that failed in attempts of faux reassurance. 

"it's all a misunderstanding!" the disheveled look of after sex hair he sported was a stark contrast in the words he called out after you, grabbing your hand to turn you towards him. you immediately jerk away at his touch, face scrunching in distaste.

"just how is you being balls deep into another girl a misunderstanding, tooru?" 

"y-you were just there at the wrong place and the wrong time! i-"

"what the fuck does that even mean?" you yell back, fists clenched tight. "have you been doing this the entire time we were together?" 

the look of guilt that washed over his face was more than enough to have had made you bawl, but you held back, forcing yourself to hold your head higher. "i hope you're at least half as loyal to that girl than you are to volleyball." your eyes that were once filled with warmth, now cold daggers, as you briskly turned from him, beginning to walk away. "i-if…"

you halted in your steps at the start of his words. "if i could turn back time and fix what i did, i swear i would." 

your heart ached at his broken tone, regret hanging off every word. you wanted to run back into his arms, kiss him and tell him that it was alright. that everything would be alright. "but you can't." 

you don't see how he stares at the shape of your back, and he doesn't see the tears that streamed down your cheeks when you continued. "you can't stop time."

the nerve of that motherfucker. 

"senpai?" 

a snap back to reality hits you when tobio leans forward in worry. "senpai? are you okay?" 

only then do you realize the glassiness in your vision. "oh." hurriedly wiping the edges of your eyes, you give the boy a small smile. "sorry about that." 

he shakes his head, pressing the familiar chime of buttons into the vending machine. "did he do something bad?" 

you fiddle with an object in your hands, watching as he pushes the door open, and stabbing his straw through the carton. "something like that." 

but you felt absolutely pathetic. 

if you didn't break up with tooru, as of right now, you'd be dragging him face first from the seijoh gym after getting a call from iwaizumi. you'd still be looking at him like he was what the world, and you revolved around him. if you were a bit stronger, perhaps you'd still be able to walk over there and give your goodbyes to their volleyball club. 

instead, here you were. sitting outside karasuno's second gym, still wearing one of his old sweaters. the bounce of rubber and screech of shoes only reminds you of the late nights you'd spend watching his practices. you wallowed in what was, and you hated it. 

you know it's not your fault. you understand there was nothing you could have done. yet the voice at the back of you head taunts, and peppers thoughts that aren't yours. 

that maybe if you were a better girlfriend- maybe if you bought a blue set of panties instead. maybe if you smiled a bit more. maybe if you were more-- "here." 

pushing the watch you were messing with into your pocket, you reflexively catch a slightly cold and sweating carton of milk from the underclassmen. "i hope you win." 

you offer him a lopsided grin at the analogy. "you know he can't beat me, tobio." 

he nods promptly, and the crunch of the dirt under his shoes follow as he begins to walk away.

"tobio, do you think i'm…pretty?" 

although his back turned to you, you don't miss the way the tips of his ears immediately flare up. his posture straightening when his pace quickens, after the rushed, polite goodbye he offered you. 

...

the next time you see tobio was an occasion you felt slightly guilty about. 

patrolling the hallways as part of your student council duties, you ended up shooing a clique of boys loitering in front of the bathroom. their excuses played into one ear and out the other when you sent them to their classrooms, earning a couple insults on the way. 

and only when their figures disappear down the hallway do you hear the grunts. the moans. 

your eyes widen, fully knowing the source of the noise, and a shot of heat pools in your gut.

every ounce of responsibility in your body is screaming at you. the full knowledge of other patrollers being far from your position, the understanding that this was definitely wrong for you to be walking into the boy's bathroom, and the fact that this was tobio. the cute, round faced tobio who tagged behind you at kitagawa first. how you always peppered him in compliments after practice, and offering a couple milk candies you'd snuck away from your now, ex. the same doe-eyed tobio, who asked where the gym was. 

that was the same tobio who had his fist wrapped around his angry red cock, tip weeping in precum, and his eyes closed shut in concentration. you quickly placed a hand over your mouth, stopping the surprised noise that came up your throat. you felt disgusting, feeling the way your panties dampened with each stroke of his shaft, clenched thighs, and school slacks pooled at his ankles. how you wished that it was you he was thinking about. how you'd want to slap his hand away and sink his length into you until he cried. "f-fuck…" another groan leaves his lips and your eyes widen. realization hits you.

"if i could turn back time and fix what i did, i would." 

your jaw clenches as you shove your hand in your pocket, and the tentative click of the stopwatch rings out. 

like that, the world halts in place. the wisps of clouds stop their journey guided by the wind. the birds pose against the blue hue of the sky, and the teachers and students alike stop mid lesson. nothing else can be heard except the click of your shoes against the tile of the bathroom floor, pattering towards the setter in question. 

you place a guilty kiss on the crease of his forehead before turning his build towards you, dropping to your knees.

as if you were apologizing. 

you place your smaller hand on top of his own, and the combined stroke of his cock was an absolute sinful sight that made your mouth salivate. you leaned in, taking a tentative lick from midshaft to the tip, and his precum collecting at your tastebuds-- you moan in pure delight. his taste became addictive whence you finally took him into the heat of your mouth, wrapping your lips around him, and taking an innocent look up. 

although face still paused, you still take your time in admiring him. the collar of his military button up popped, a button or so undone, the familiar pout on his face, and tan skin with a light sheen of sweat. 

oh, what you would do to kiss him- to swallow his moans into his throat and ride him in this bathroom. how you wished it was you who he was jerking off to, and that if he wanted to split you in two. the stretch of your lips around him only paled in comparison to what your imagination held for his cock buried in your cunt. 

but this was about him. 

working yourself lower and lower, you finally took all of him. nose pressing against the mound of his abdominals, as you reached over and gripped his thigh. nails slightly digging into the meat of his leg, your air flow constricting and eyes turning foggy when you replay his earlier melody of moans in your head like a broken record. 

you undo a button of two of your blouse, your chest slightly peeking out- simply because it was just too fucking hot. the flush and suction of your cheeks against the heat of his dick seeming like the only thing in the world that mattered. 

this was for all the times he'd stayed by your side. for all the times he'd offered you a shoulder to lean on, and an ear to listen. for all the times he'd put up with your ex's envy antics, and for last night. 

you wanted him to remember your gratitude. 

life resumed, and for a split second, tobio swore he saw you. 

glassy eyes, your nose pressed against his abdominals. the way your throat convulsed as you choked around him. his length hitting the back of your throat, and how everything was suddenly so hot, wet, slick and sticky. the way your breasts peeked out from under your shirt, and several strands of baby hair sticking to your forehead. how you stared back at him with such want. such eagerness.

as if you wanted him too. 

it was too much. it was overwhelming when witnessing the sight of you gagging sand struggling to take him, forcing him face first into an orgasm. cumming spurts out over the urinal with his fist clenched around himself, thighs shaking and the heavy pants of his breath. he let out a pornographic moan in the school bathroom-- eyes blinking in utter relief yet confusion. 

even though it was a mere flash of an image, he swore it was you… 

but where did you go? 

he would never know how, or why you briefly resumed the timeline like that. he would never know that you did it out of pure selfishness. no matter how many times you wanted to convince yourself that it was a gift for him. 

he wouldn't notice the press of your legs together when you spotted him on his next excursion at the vending machine. he wouldn't notice how you seemed to know why he got so flustered over the most pure of interactions throughout the rest of the week. 

the way you sucked at your straw at lunch, and licking the remnants of milk from around your lips. you seemed to giggle louder than before, and it made his heart do something strange. 

"you want a sip, tobio?" your question catches him off guard as he coughs, before shaking his head. "ah n-no, i'm alright." both of you settle in comfortable silence, except for the occasional sip or chew of snacks.

 things began to dial down, as your heart began to heal. ever so slowly, the cracks of your heart being filled with moments like these. 

"senpai?" kageyama suddenly calls out. 

"yes tobio?" you looked over at his slouched form against the concrete wall, leaning over to brush part of his bangs out of his eyes, and not missing the slight blush that comes over his face. 

"oikawa-san is an idiot."

you raise your eyebrow. "that was out of nowhere."

he looks away from you, and you only grow more confused before he continues."i don't know what he said to you, but i think you're attractive."

your breath hitches for a second, before you settle into a a bright smile- one that has kageyama's heart beat in his ears. grabbing him by the collar, pulling him close, and giving him a noogie. "aww tobio, you're so cute. you'll always be my favorite." 

but your volleyball headed tobio doesn't deserve to be a rebound. and it's not what will heal your broken heart right now. 

that's what you said, with the time stop watch tucked away in the pocket of your sweater.