#Kageyama didn’t even think about what he’d done.

[grahamophone]

Headcanon that after the Kamomedai match after everyone went back to their rooms Kageyama waited for the rest of the team to fall asleep before he quietly slipped out and went to find Hinata. He silently walked in, told Hinata to shut up when he stared at him half-asleep, half-delirious from his fever, and fully surprised, and silently slipped into his futon with him. Hinata, freezing although he was burning up, immediately rolled over and clung to him, and Kageyama held him tightly while he began running his fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. Neither of them said anything. After a few minutes Hinata mumbled a very soft, very satisfied, “Goodnight, Kageyama.” And Kageyama affectionately said, “Goodnight, dumbass.”

The next morning he slipped out just as silently after detangling themselves from one another, gave a very brief kiss to the top of Hinata’s head, and went back to the team’s room with his face as warm as Hinata’s body. They never brought it up. They never spoke about it. On the way home the next day they sat by one another on the bus and Hinata leaned his head on Kageyama’s shoulder, and Kageyama laced their fingers together. They both fell asleep basking in the warmth and comfort of each other ignoring their surroundings. At some point during the ride Suga looked back to check on Hinata and after noticing their positioning he turned back with a small smile on his face.

[5iyoomi]

In Your Arms

warnings: lots of kissing/making out, size kink, possessive kags, fingering, fluff that'll make your teeth fall out, not proofread wc: 1.9k A/N: THIS CAME OUT SO LIKE.... TENDER??? And way longer than I imagined. I don't know man don't look at me okay. I'm just the messenger at this point

It’s not often that Kageyama gets to have you like this, underneath him with a knee between your thighs and the knowledge that he had you entirely to himself. Volleyball was something that kept him busy, even back in high school, but now?

Having gone professional with the sport barely left him any time for you. He knows you don’t really mind, that the both of you spend every free minute you have together right by each other’s side anyway, and yet he can’t help but wonder if you’d be happier with someone that could be there more often sometimes.

The fact that you were his never ceased to amaze him. He doesn’t know what sort of good deeds he must’ve done in a past life to be able to date someone as amazing as you. You were always so sweet to him, kind and understanding in ways that he still thinks he doesn’t deserve. 

But he’s the one you call out to, the one whose hand you reach out for when you want to feel close to him. He can’t possibly be any closer to you right now, your lips messily slotted together and body pressed flush against his, but he’d never deny you.

And it’s that thought that has him lifting both of your arms above your head, using one hand to gently hold your wrists as he interlocks your fingers. It makes you whine, your lashes fluttering and breath hitching whenever he grinds his leg against your clothed cunt.

The movie you’d put on earlier was nothing more than background noise now, quiet and muffled in comparison to the sounds of you making out. 

He softly nips at your bottom lip, and the moan you let out when he slides his tongue inside your mouth goes straight to his dick. 

It’s not like this is the first time he’s kissed you, but there’s something about the way you squirm that has him sucking on your tongue with more fervor.

He’d gotten taller over the years, stronger, and he'd never noticed how big the difference was until his fingers touched when they wrapped around your waist. 

Or how small you looked in his arms when he hugged you, your limbs tangled with his and the feeling of your heartbeat reverberating in his ears. 

It shouldn’t affect him as much as it does, but god it does. You’re so delicate, fitting perfectly with him the same way the final piece of a puzzle might. His, his, his.

He tightens the hand around you, determined to get you to make more of those pretty sounds for him. He kisses you slowly, lips syrupy like soft caramel as drool dribbles down the corner of your mouth, but he puts all the love and appreciation he has for you into it. 

You can hardly keep your eyes open, but you try to catch glimpses of him when you can. The dim light bounces off his blue eyes, and you almost forget how to breathe.

He’s calm. Focused. Sporting the same look on his face that he makes when he’s in the zone while he’s in the middle of a match. When formalities are thrown out the window and there’s nothing that can stand between him and whatever it is that he wants. You swallow.

“Tobio-” you whisper his name like it’s a prayer when he pulls away for a moment to catch his breath, the string of saliva connecting you just barely snapping with the small distance he puts between you. But he doesn’t move, watching your chest rise and fall in quick succession. 

Your lips are plump and red from him kissing you so much, minutes turned into hours of him picking you apart bit by bit. Unhurried squeezes and silent confessions of love replaying in your mind, even now.

You used to feel exposed beneath his gaze, stuck wondering what sort of things were running through that mind of his. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t still feel that way, but it’s different, because you know exactly what he means to say even if it’s something that’s left unspoken.

Kageyama blinks, leaning back down to kiss your cheek before making his way to the area between your neck and your jawline, taking in the unmistakable smell of you. 

His tongue darts out to catch the beads of sweat that fall down your skin, a cool hand snaking under the hem of your (his) old t-shirt and splaying itself flat on your stomach.

You jolt, but he distracts you from it by sucking a mark onto your neck, the tiny stab of pain from his teeth overshadowed by the pleasure. 

You whimper, lifting your head up to give him more room to work with and trying to close your legs to alleviate the warmth radiating from your core. 

But he keeps you open, amused that you’d try to hide from him. He wants to see you, all of you, and he’ll make sure he’s able to.

He shifts back to admire his handiwork, letting go of you to lightly press his thumb on the bruise he left. You rest your hands on his broad shoulders, and he watches as light pink gradually blooms into a bright red, your pupils dilated when his eyes drift up to meet yours. You take a deep breath and part your lips to say something, but he beats you to it.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, the hand that’s on your stomach moving to toy with the button of your shorts. His short head of dark hair is mussed and out of place, some pieces awkwardly sticking out, and you have the sudden urge to fix it for him. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

You shake your head, cupping his face in both of your hands and smiling. “I should be the one asking you that. You’re too good to me, Tobio.”

“Mm-mm, that’s all you.” He mutters, and you can tell he means it. He’s always been relatively blunt, struggling with what to say and how to say it, but you know he tries. His fingers dip just past the waistband of your shorts, except he doesn’t go any further. Not yet. “Can I?-” He trails off, looking at you for confirmation.

You nod, feeling that warmth spread to your cheeks. It didn’t matter how many times he made love to you, he never failed to ask you before he did anything. 

It was a small thing, really, but it meant everything to you. Just like he meant the entire world to you, so there’s nothing but pure want laced in your tone when you say, “Yeah.”

He hums in response, idly running a hand up and down your side. Deft fingers undo the button to your shorts with the zipper quickly following. He keeps his eyes trained on you, searching your own for a reaction and tracing lazy shapes into your skin.

You lift your hips up to make it easier for him to drag the fabric down your plush thighs, letting them fall somewhere on the living room floor. 

He hooks his thumb under your panties next, and you think the anticipation might burn you from the inside out, heat coming off you in waves and your nails unconsciously digging into the shirt covering his back once they’re finally off.

He inhales when he sees the amount of slick that clings to them, experimentally parting your folds and running a thick finger up your slit. A feather light touch, unintentionally teasing and not nearly enough.

“Tobi-” You writhe, throwing your head back on the pillow that’s propped up on the arm of the couch.

“I know-” He gulps, adam’s apple visibly bobbing with the effort. He chews on the inside of his cheek, ignoring the way his pants are starting to strain uncomfortably. “I know, I got you.”

He starts with one, gradually working it into your waiting hole, staring at how your mouth drops open the deeper he goes. He curls it, seeking out that spongy spot inside you that he knows will make you cry for him, your wetness only serving to help his movements.

He’s transfixed by the sight of his finger disappearing inside of your pussy, the digit glistening in the dark with every languid thrust, and he’s looking at you like you hung all the stars in the night sky just for him, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. 

Shaky moans roll off your tongue like clockwork, so he slides another one in beside the first, careful not to take it too fast. You shiver, curling your toes with the stretch.

Kageyama knows he’s found it when he presses more insistently and your hips buck up, chasing that friction he’s giving you while one of your hands comes to grab at his wrist. 

You’re making a mess, slick dripping down his fingers and making loud, squelching noises that you should be embarrassed about, but he doesn’t seem to care.

He wants you to feel good, to not think you have to hold back in his presence. It’s why he finds that his own pleasure doesn’t matter, not while he hasn’t taken care of you yet. 

He’d rather make you cum 20 times over before he even thinks about himself, buried between your thighs with your fingers in his hair until you can’t think of anything and anyone else but him.

He pumps in and out of you a little faster, rubbing your g-spot while his palm brushes your sensitive clit, and in the back of your mind you realize that you aren’t gonna last long like this. 

He groans when you clench around his fingers, sucking him in even deeper than he already is. He kisses away the tears that threaten to fall down your cheeks, murmuring your name and telling you how good you were taking him in time with the third finger that elicits a high-pitched gasp from you.

You wrap an arm around his neck to keep him right where you want him, your faces mere inches apart, and you somehow manage to get the words out despite the cloud of lust making it difficult to talk.

“Mmn… K-kiss me, please, Tob-”

He cuts you off before you can finish, tilting your chin up so that he can press his mouth against yours again. It’s a bit more sloppy than the first, but still calculated, and he feels more than sees you shudder when he takes your bottom lip between his teeth.

That familiar knot in your stomach keeps building up, and you don’t have the chance to warn him that you’re close before you’re trembling in his arms, back arching off the sofa and brows furrowing as you cum around his fingers. 

He slows down, drinking up every cry you let out and letting you ride out your orgasm. It takes you a minute to catch your breath, pouting when he eases his wet fingers out of you and drops one last peck to your lips.

The sudden emptiness leaves you reeling as you bask in the afterglow, desperate for more and fighting the pulling need to fall asleep. 

You don’t register what’s happening outside of the comfortable weight of his frame not being on yours anymore, and after a second you look to see him slinking down until he has his head dangerously close to your core.

“W-wait, what are you-”

He shushes you, calloused hands shifting to throw your legs over his shoulders. His breath fans across your pussy, his thumbs spreading you open, and you jump, clasping a hand over your mouth.

“Just one more, okay?”

[asapeveryday]

THE LOOK OF LOVE - HQ

basically: the exact moment they realized they liked you

featuring: (timeskip)hinata, (high school)kageyama, tsukishima, yamaguchi

warnings: none!

a/n: lmk what we think of this!!! I can take requests for any other characters you wanna see with this prompt :)

♡HINATA - didn’t realize until you came to visit him in Brazil for the first time. he’d become accustomed to the foreign country and learned to live with the little aching feeling inside that he was missing out, but still something more than melancholy emotions would fester every time he’d open his phone to see this Lock Screen: a picture of his high school volleyball team seniors with you as a manager included. When you let him know you were coming to Brazil for vacation he wasn’t just excited, he was nervous. Absolutely nervous, like, pre-game nervous, and he had no idea why. You two were good friends during school. He enjoyed spending time with you, he sought you out to help him study, to go for bike rides or just to pepper in the gym till evening. When he came to meet you at the airport and you ran to hug him tight, your touch practically burned and he wasn’t expecting to feel you so plush against him, hearts beating against each other. The sound of your voice and the sight of your face after so long turned on a light bulb in his head. Right there in the middle of the airport he understands why he once craved your company over others, why he’s jittering at the thought of your eyes on him. The saying “absence makes the heart grow fonder” had never been more true…not that he would know of the line anyways.

♡KAGEYAMA - is almost frustrated at first. He’s laying on his bed tossing his volleyball towards the ceiling while thinking his usual thoughts. Going pro, quick attacks, tough classes, new training. It’s his nightly routine, it’s practiced and comfortable. Until his mind drifts to you and the ball hits his face. He’s not sure why his steel-like focus is being tested now, and he’s not sure what you’ve done to cause this, but it’s alien and hard to avoid. For every distraction he thinks of, a scene of you plays in his mind in retaliation. For a moment he stops tossing the ball and just holds it to his chest, brows furrowed and mind racing. He lets the thoughts of you run rampant, a memory of you watching his game, another of your interactions in class, a conversation he should have forgotten but he hasn’t. He brushes it off still, until he sees you at school and he gets this lurching, elevator-dropping feeling in his stomach at the sight of your smile. It’s terrifying and it’s exhilarating, like pulling off a new combination during an important game. That’s when begins to understand that despite the newness of his interest in you, despite how different you are from volleyball, the thought of your hand grazing his gives him that same rush he usually only feels on the court. He’d do anything to feel that rush.

♡ TSUKISHIMA - is aware almost immediately, he’s not one to deny his feelings or be oblivious, though he’s not exactly about to confess either. It starts with little things: he catches himself staring at you and looking away just before you catch him, he listens to songs you like on repeat in some effort to feel what you feel when you hear them, he gets the urge to tease his teammate’s a little harder when you’re around (not that it impresses you much, but he can’t help it), he enjoys standing next to you even in silence, he appreciates your maturity and even when you act stupid he takes note of the fact that he doesn’t mind in the slightest. It’s during one of these little actions that it truly hits him though. He’s staring at you again, taking in your features as if it’s the first time he’s seeing them. Unfortunately he’s too slow to avert his gaze and you finally catch him in the act. You don’t break eye contact, it’s just held for a moment across class as if you two are the only ones in the room. He hates how his hands are sweating, and he hates how he’s the first to look away in attempts to seem uncaring, but he knows then for a fact that he likes you. He probably makes it a point to never make it so obvious again, though.

♡YAMAGUCHI - is by far the most emotionally mature of all of them, however he’s not used to girls liking him back. He’s had crushes and he’s grown used to one sided interest, to secret and unrequited affection. For his feelings to truly be validated he’d need the green light from you first and foremost. The turning point for him, from hopeless pining to full on crushing it takes a heartfelt conversation. You’re walking around with him after practice, Tsuki is farther ahead in hopes of getting home earlier, but Yamaguchi doesn’t mind lagging behind if it means talking with you. It’s dark out and the air is crisp, you’re sucking him in with talk of an ambitious future, fruitful sports seasons and eagerness regarding his improvements as a player. Your hands are just next to each other, dangerously close to a brush of skin. He has the electrifying urge to let his fingers meet yours but the idea is shut down like it’s muscle memory. You, however, don’t suffer from rejection just as bad as he does, because your pinky entwines with his as your conversation carries on. The two of you both don’t acknowledge the small act of pda, but there’s a mutual expression of giddy content that wasn’t quite there before. It’s all he needs to know you’re someone he’s willing to pursue.

[twelvegods]

brutal. kageyama tobio

the sour collective; ❝where's my fucking teenage dream?❞

pairing/s; kageyama tobio x fem!reader

warning/s; none

word count; 815

summary; confess, they said. date the king, they said. he’d treat you better, they said. but no one told you it was going to be this brutal.

a/n; this one’s pretty short since i’m coming back from a very long hiatus and am v v rusty and didn’t really know where i should take this so i stuck as close to the premise as i could and found myself here. let me know ur thoughts!!

“listen to this shit someone tagged me in; ‘isn’t it practically confirmed that [y/l/n] actually got to play for the red rabbits by slutting it up with kageyama?’” amanai kanoka read out loud some tweet on her phone.

the hikari pharmaceutical red rabbits were all gathered in the locker room at five in the morning to prepare for this morning’s training session and you’d just clocked in after a tiny squabble with your boyfriend over breakfast. amanai looked up at your scowling expression as you changed out of your attire and into the team uniform.

“can’t believe you’re still getting hate, hasn’t it been a few months already?” she took a few sips from her water bottle.

“if i knew this would happen, i wouldn’t have talked tobio into going public.” you sighed, clicking your locker closed.

hirugami shoko glanced over amanai’s shoulder to peer at the screen of her phone, frowning. “they clearly don’t know what they’re talking about, [y/n]. don’t listen to them.”

that was easier said than done.

you wanted to say you expected this, that you knew what you were signing up for when you and kageyama mutually agreed to go public after dating for some odd three years. prior to that, you pined after one another in high school, but ultimately thought it best to avoid a steady relationship, keeping in mind that you both wanted to put your careers first.

but you hadn’t anticipated the onslaught of hate and complete carnage when that stupid post took to the internet, not knowing your little instagram story had the biggest snowball effect.

it suddenly felt like you were placed under a microscope and that the public assumed the right to pick you, and your relationship, apart. at first, you couldn’t give two shits about what they were saying online, that it only mattered that you and kageyama were happy and not at the expense of anyone else's happiness. but as the months went by, all those comments were starting to get to you and doubts began to arise.

it didn’t help that kageyama didn’t seem to care, he had never even bothered to bring it up after that first month of announcing your relationship. you have never felt smaller in your life, thinking that he found your relationship insignificant.

“you have to say something!” you pushed, your arms tight around your torso. “you wanted to go public and they’re degrading me, tobio!”

he rubbed the bridge of his nose, putting down his chopsticks as he calmly assessed the dinner you pushed away. “it’ll die down in a few days, you know they always find something else to talk about eventually. don’t take it to heart, [y/n].”

“and you’re not even going to bother defending me?” you scoffed, pushing back your chair as you didn’t have it in you to finish the rest of your meal.

“why should i defend you towards people that don’t matter?” his cold blue eyes flicked up to meet yours as you retreated from the dining area.

you had to avert your eyes. “god, why don’t you get it, tobio?”

“stop being so sensitive, [y/n].”

and just like that, he picked up his chopsticks and resumed his dinner, the conversation over.

these days you couldn’t help but think that your love for one another was dwindling, because even the one you thought would be by your side was also picking apart each and everything you did with a touch of hostility. and so that night as you lay in bed with your back turned towards your lover, you gave in to temptation and opened twitter, beginning to scroll through your feed and mentions.

‘kageyama deserves better than some fame whore’

‘pretty sure [y/l/n]’s only after his money’

‘he doesn’t even look happy when they’re together? #freekageyama’

‘this is just another pr stunt! they’ll break up sooner or later after [y/l/n] leeches enough of his money’

apparently, not only was there a hashtag trending due to the public being completely against your relationship, but not even a single tweet was in your favor. before you knew it, tears had welled up in your eyes as insecurity gripped your heart.

you turned to face the love of your life, tracing whatever of his features you could see in the dim lighting of your shared bedroom.

“hey, tobio?” you whispered, not sure if you were really expecting, or wanted, a response. “do you hate me?”

the silence seemed to stretch on forever.

his eyes remained closed shut, an ethereal look on his face as he went on sleeping, not knowing you were falling apart right next to him. you choked on your tears, turning towards the ceiling and willing yourself to rest, allowing your breathing to calm down and labor out, before finally feeling yourself begin to drift away.

but not before kageyama muttered something under his breath that you had no energy to decipher. “...you.”

what am i even doing here? you thought, just before a dreamless sleep held you in a comforting grip.

tags; @hanayanetwork @planetonet @anime-central-archived @hqintheclub @tahonet

[keisgirl]

y’all my macbook got smashed so i’m writing on my phone 💔💔

no title might delete

you found yourself standing outside the gym again, watching him through the narrow window, his intense concentration like a barrier you couldn’t break through. every spike, every set, every serve—it all mattered more to him than anything else. more than you.

“hey, you coming in or just gonna stand there like a creep?”

you jumped at the sound of hinata’s voice, cheeks flushing. “shut up. i was just thinking.”

“about kageyama, right?” hinata teased, his grin wide and knowing.

you shoved him lightly. “it’s not like that.”

but it was. it always had been. you’d been friends with kageyama for years, and somewhere along the way, your feelings had shifted. every glance, every shared laugh, every moment spent by his side—it all made your heart ache with something unspoken.

“go in, then,” hinata said, nudging you towards the door. “he’s almost done with practice.”

you hesitated but finally pushed open the door, the familiar sound of squeaking shoes and thudding volleyballs greeting you. kageyama noticed you immediately, his expression softening in that rare way he saved just for you.

“hey,” he said, walking over, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. “what’s up?”

you swallowed hard, the weight of what you wanted to say sitting heavy in your chest. “i need to talk to you.”

“can it wait? we’ve got another round of drills, and—”

“no, it can’t,” you blurted out, your voice more desperate than you intended. you saw his eyebrows furrow, confusion flashing across his face.

“okay,” he said slowly, leading you to the side of the gym, away from prying eyes. “what’s going on?”

you took a deep breath, heart pounding in your ears. you’d rehearsed this moment a thousand times in your head, but now that it was happening, the words felt stuck in your throat.

“tobio, i… i need to tell you something.” your hands were trembling, so you clenched them into fists to steady yourself. “i—i like you. more than a friend.”

his eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t say anything. the silence that stretched between you felt suffocating

“i’ve liked you for a while now,” you continued, your voice wavering. “but i didn’t want to say anything because… because i know how much volleyball means to you. and i didn’t want to get in the way of that.”

kageyama blinked, his expression unreadable, and that only made your chest tighten more.

“i can’t choose between you and volleyball,” he finally said, his voice quiet but steady, like he’d already made peace with it in his mind.

the words hit harder than you expected, like a punch to the gut. you knew how dedicated he was, knew that volleyball would always come first. but hearing him say it—it broke something inside you.

you forced a smile, even though your heart was shattering. “i figured you’d say that.”

“it’s not that i don’t care about you,” kageyama added quickly, his voice rising in urgency. “but volleyball is my life. it’s everything i’ve worked for. i can’t just give that up.”

“i know.” you nodded, trying to keep your voice steady, but it was impossible to hide the hurt. “i wouldn’t ask you to. i just… i needed to tell you how i felt.”

kageyama looked away, his hands balling into fists, his frustration clear. he wasn’t good with emotions, and you knew this conversation was as hard for him as it was for you.

“i don’t want to lose you,” he said quietly.

you smiled sadly. “you won’t. but i can’t keep pretending i’m okay with always coming second to volleyball.”

with those words hanging heavy in the air, you turned to leave, your heart aching with every step you took away from him. you didn’t look back, afraid of what you might see—afraid that if you did, you’d never be able to walk away at all.

[moonlightjam]

haikyu boys when you overwork yourself

volleyball player!reader

characters included: kageyama, oikawa, suna

kageyama tobio:

i feel like as someone who works super hard at his sport he’d totally get it

but he’d still be concerned

like if you were working yourself to the point where you’re exhausted to death after training and can barely keep a convo from tiredness

so you’d be waking up at the crack of dawn before the nationals season

then you’d barely have energy to talk to him cause you’re so tired

and he notices this continues for a while

one day he walks in to your school gymnasium looking for you and sees you practicing jump serves

and there are like hundreds of balls on the other side of the court indicating how much you’ve practised

and he sees you sweaty as shit, shorts riding up, thighs literally shaking from the amount of jumping you’ve done

he finds it kinda hot though

he’s still worried about you because you actually look EXHAUSTED beyond reasonable

so he’s had enough of his gf being stressed over nationals and low on energy and with sore muscles all over but still training hardcore

as i said he’d totally get it bc he does that too but seeing it on his precious volleyball playing girl just hits different

so while you’re on your tenth serve (since he got there), he strolls over to you and calls out

“oi, stop overexerting yourself. your body’s not gonna make it to nationals if you keep pushing it too much. and i don’t like seeing you so stressed and low on energy.”

but then without waiting for you to respond, he grabs your wrist and drags you to your gym bag

helps you pack up and carries the bag for you

then holds your hand and pulls you out of the gym amidst your protests

“you’re not training anymore today. relax. have a good dinner. you haven’t done that in a while.”

then he brings you to your fav yakitori place

when you’re there, you order your favourite rice or noodle dish, and you both share a shit ton of meat

tobio lectures you over dinner over how you’re overworking yourself

but he also shows he cares a lot he’s so cute

“hey. you’re an amazing player. don’t stress and overwork yourself unnecessarily. i love you so take care of yourself.”

then he insists on paying for both of you

THEN he brings you for some absolutely banger dessert

you go home and he runs a hot bath for you, then massages your aching muscles

i feel like his skilled setter hands give good massages for some reason

anyway he literally releases all the tension in your muscles

and then cuddles you to sleep and makes sure you don’t get up at an ungodly hour to train again the next morning

overall super caring and concerned for you

oikawa tooru:

remember how i said kageyama completely empathises with you overworking yourself

yeah well oikawa gets it even more

but he definitely sees that you’re overworked and he gets concerned

i think he’d actually help you in training though

so for the fifth evening that week (it’s friday), you’re staying back till what must be eleven practicing with your teammate

said teammate is just tossing the ball for you to practise setting

oikawa gets upset when his precious sugar angel honey pie (sorry but that’s such an oikawa way of thinking) isn’t home in his arms to sleep

so he gets up and goes to your school gym to look for you

you’ve been there every day that week, he’s just had enough now that you didn’t even come home at his sleeping time

so there you are on your god knows how many-eth set and he bursts through the door

when he sees you doing some setting, he feels his setter passion and also his “she’s my gf i love her” passion and goes to help you

he corrects your form and all that

oh and he dismissed your said teammate the moment he got there lol

but after 5 minutes of helping you out he brings out the lecture

“babe, you’re working too hard. i know you’re worried for nationals but rest is necessary. you haven’t had a proper dinner at all this week, think i didn’t know?”

you respond to him, “but i have a proper lunch before training! and—“

“and nothing. you’re overworked. you’re not sleeping enough either, but you’re still training this much. 5 more minutes and we’re going home.”

when you get home he’s literally pampering you

ran you a bath and had food delivered while you were soaking in there

fed you in bed, then cuddled you

trains with you the next day (saturday) so he can regulate how much strain you put on your body and make sure you stop before it gets too intense

also because he loves you and wants so spend time with you lol

brings you for a lunch date and makes you have an afternoon nap with him

suna rintaro:

you’ve been working super hard for the tournament

there’s like a month till the season starts

your team has been having endless friendly games where you’d play like ten sets

but your team mates would actually ask for bench time when their muscles ache and throat tightens because they don’t want to over exhaust themselves

but you and your passion makes you stubbornly stay on for all ten sets

and your coach advises you against it but no way you’re gonna listen

and you’ve been overworking yourself since long before that days match btw

suna’s been missing having you as his dinner date but you’ve been insisting on staying late for practice

he keeps telling you not to overwork yourself but you keep telling him you aren’t

on a sunday, he asks you out for a cafe date, but you decline because you’ve got a practice match scheduled

despite thinking you’re wayyy too exhausted, he knows how much practice matches mean to you for your experience, so he lets you go without any protests

but halfway through the fifth set, as you’re trying to save a ball, you have an off landing

and you hear a nasty ass crack in your ankle

you convince yourself it’s just a small twist and it’ll wear off once you stand up and get moving, but you find yourself unable to get off the floor due to the pain

against all your protests, the coach orders you off the court and gets your teammate to help ice and elevate your ankle

after some examining, it’s determined that it’s a minor sprain, nothing too serious that’ll keep you from playing at the tournament

but coach still tells you to stay away from training or any exercise requiring you on your feet for the next week or so

and you’re sososososo pissed about that because what passionate girlie is okay with missing training??

so you’re sobbing angry tears as you watch your team from the sidelines

because you’re frustrated with yourself

“like, just stick the landing and don’t be on the bench right now, it’s not that hard??”

doesn’t help that you’re an ace player and not used to the bench feeling

after training, your team mates offer to walk you home to support you and your sprained and aching ankle, but you decline

cause you know who the one person who can make you feel better is

so you sit on the gym floor, dialling your fav number to dial

“rintaro?”

“sup, babe? your practice over?”

“yeah, about that…”

suna picks up on the disappointment in your tone and knows smt didn’t go right

you tell him how you sprained your ankle and can’t exactly walk properly and how you declined your team mates offers to walk you home cause you know he’s the one whose presence would make you feel better

so he’s up and going (to your gymnasium)

when he gets there, he sees you on the floor with your foot propped up

you look downcast, so he calls out to you as he walks in and squats next to you

“told ya you’re overworking yourself. ankle sprains are a stress injury, you know.”

you grunt as he goes to pick up your duffel bag and slings it over his shoulder

then, he holds his hand out to you, and you pull yourself up, standing on your good foot

he sees your struggle to stand, and sighs

then, without warning, he just picks you up so that you’re hanging over his shoulder, just like your duffel bag

“what the hell, rin.”

“you can barely walk. and we’re going to the cafe i was going to bring you to. take it as some relaxation. and a make up date for all the time you’ve been away from me. also, you better not overwork yourself and try to train through your injury.”

it kinda takes away from the loving moment since you’re hanging over his shoulder like a dead fish, but you can tell he cares

and it’s sweet, though you know he’s gonna have some kinda told you so recording soon

[c-c-cherry]

Teru fic??

EDIT?** I've actually posted the full fic that this snippet is from. You'll probably have a more fulfilling time just reading it lol --> Click!

This is a response to the little wip "challenge" I posted a little while ago. Askbox is still open for those! (there's a few I still need to answer too) :)

Sorry this took so long! I wanna say…good choice? Probably because I’m almost done writing this one and then I can move onto editing. Assuming the Area Hysteria people reading this have also read Tenacious Terrain (building on one of the memory flashes involving Ritsu but also works as a standalone fic), this one follows a similar format.

I’ve been treating it as my warm-up to get back into Mob after awhile while simultaneously trying to write for the main AH storyline. But I also think publishing this story first might help with what I want to do later between Reigen and Teru if that makes sense? I think it fills a lot of unspoken gaps that I've really wanted to explore in the hysteriaverse so I've been having a lot of fun getting into it.

I’ll shut up now — here’s a snippy!

***

The pair walked down the street just as the sun started dipping below the trees. Reigen didn’t ask if Teru's parents were waiting for him at home, and he was grateful for it.

Teru usually found himself talking endlessly when going out with Kageyama or even Ritsu, just to fill up the fact that both usually didn’t say much at all. There was no need to do that with someone like Reigen. His energy could silence a room. Teru had seen it with Claw, the way everyone turned and gave him total control back when they first got captured. 

Reigen was evidently powerful in both the psychic world and the business world, but his words alone still poked through the sharpest of swords, more than Teru’s power ever could.

“Mob and I come here if we end up working past dinner,” Reigen held the door open for him, and Teru watched as the man greeted the host as if he knew her. He took off his jacket and gestured for Teru to follow. “This booth has the best view. It’s great while it's raining, but sunny weather will do just fine.”

The man rolled up his white sleeves and sighed in content. Teru attempted to relax his shoulders and calm his heart, pretending he wasn’t having dinner with Reigen Arataka, 21st century’s greatest psychic and Teru’s new temporary boss. Thoughts about what to do with that daunting guardianship form still plagued the back of his mind but he forced himself to push it back further and look up at the approaching waiter.

“No bowl-cut today?” she asked curiously, passing out the menus, “I haven’t seen the two of you come around here in a bit.” 

“Who, Mob?” Reigen chuckled, “The kid’s got a marathon at school to run. I’ve got a few of his friends helping me out.”

Teru melted into the foam booth, letting it press up against his back as the two conversed. It had been awhile since he’d felt this cozy. He wondered if it was the ambience of this place, or Reigen’s mere presence putting him at ease.

“Before I forget,” Reigen rummaged through his briefcase once they had both ordered and pulled out his phone. “I’ll give you my number so we can keep in touch. I might need you earlier or later depending on exorcism appointments. It’ll be nice to have you filed away for when I need you this week.”

Reigen wanted his phone number? Teru stared down at his food piping hot in front of him. He wondered if Reigen would pay for this, too. Based on what Kageyama had said about him, the man would no doubt slip a few bills on the table regardless of whether Teru pulled out his card to cover his half of the bill. Reigen would probably walk him home too while he was at it. 

“Sure, I-” he stuttered, trying to find his voice. This wasn’t like him. Reigen must have known that too, despite barely knowing him at all. The man leaned over and placed his hands up defensively, his rolled sleeves slipping back down and grey jacket discarded beside him.

“Unless you think that’s overstepping. I just like to have everyone’s names on hand. If you aren’t comfortable with it, don’t worry about it. I don’t have to have you on-call all the time like I do with Mob…though it would be pretty helpful for emergency exorcisms…” 

Teru didn’t wait around to hear what else the man was saying. Reigen was so confident, so powerful, so cool, and all Teru wanted to do was impress him. 

Be reliable. He could be reliable. 

Teru pulled out his phone, flipped through his contacts and tried to find the phone number that he still hadn’t memorized after getting a new number a few months back. His father had paid for it, of course. He hadn’t seen his father’s face in years, but the man still paid for everything so long as Teru could forge his signature.

His head went back to those stupid forms in his bag. To think the school had waited this long before asking him to prove his parents’ existence outside of a signature.

“Here,” he pushed his phone over to him, pulling a grin over his face. “I’d be happy to help you out in Kageyama’s stead as much as you need.” He’d even be willing to skip school, maybe never show up at school again if it meant no one would interrogate him about his familial situation. But perhaps that was a different kind of commitment. 

Reigen smiled back, his eyes glowing with satisfaction. “That was quick. Thanks a bunch, Hanaza—"

“—Teruki,” he corrected, before realizing that he’d interrupted Reigen Arataka, 21st Century’s Greatest Psychic and the only adult who had ever asked him for his number to make sure he was around and alright. “Teruki’s fine. Or Teru.”

Reigen snorted, taking his chopsticks and dipping them into his bowl. “Teruki for now. But don’t think you can just go around calling me Arataka…at least, not in front of Ritsu. Sometimes it feels like that kid is just trying to find his footing before pouncing on someone like me.” Reigen’s eyes locked onto him, suddenly serious. “You wouldn’t want to be responsible for a dead man…would you, kid?” 

“Oh,” Teru’s face surely looked stupid, the way it glowed. “No, I would never—”

“Kids these days are so dense! I’m just messing around,” the man snickered back, followed by the slurping of noodles. “Mmmh..this place never fails to amaze my taste buds after such a long day.” He banged on the table softly with his fist. “Well, eat up! Here’s to a very productive first day.”

A thought grazed Teru’s head as he tipped the bowl up to his lips. 

It was a very selfish, self-serving thought. One that accompanied a methodical plan that slowly began to form in the back of his mind. Reigen was a responsible, giving person. He was mystical, busy, a very busy man. He lived here in Seasoning City. If Teru could guess, he was almost at the age of 30—a very responsible age for a very responsible, reliable, busy man. He was a model citizen, really. He even went above and beyond to inspire others around him.

As of this moment, Teru worked alongside Reigen. He had access to his files, which probably contained most of his information if he looked around hard enough for it. Maybe this would finally get the school off his back. 

And who says the man even has to know?

[saezurufeels]

This is going to sound like a weird question but how do you think Yashiro would react if Doumeki told him he wanted to be just friends while Yashiro was still in love with him? And the situation switched with Doumeki being in unrequited love with Yashiro? I think Doumeki would try to act like he could but would constantly get jealous and possessive like he did when he was trying to hide his feelings. I like to think Yashiro would also try to act like he is unaffected but would have moments of weakness like in ch 45 when he ran away bc he thought Doumeki didn’t love him. I don’t think he would act the same like he did with Kageyama because Kageyama is Kageyama and Doumeki is different. I like to entertain myself with au prompts while waiting for the next chapter lol. Unfortunately I am not very good at writing fan fiction.

Oh, I love this idea, and I think you should try writing an AU about it! Writing skills get better when you practice them. And if not, at least you’re keeping yourself entertained :)

Okay, so assuming we keep all the plot development so far, I’d say Yashiro would be miffed if Doumeki acted like he just wanted to be friends. I mean, he basically already is lol. I’m remembering chapter 46 when Yashiro told Doumeki to get out of his apartment if he’s done, even though minutes before he was edging him on to confess his true feelings. I think Yashiro knows there’s more than Doumeki’s letting on, so I agree with you, I don’t think Yashiro would act the same with Doumeki that he did with Kageyama (self-sabotaging and such). Kageyama didn’t really show any romantic interest in Yashiro, just sexual (fetishistic), but there is obviously more with Doumeki, much, much more. A whole history. And that’s not easy to forget, especially if you take into account how Doumeki has been acting since the timeskip. One minute he’s grabbing his waist or picking him off the sofa, and the next minute he’s rescuing him from Kido. And Yashiro notices every little thing.

So, hypothetically, if this were a lighthearted AU, I could see Yashrio trying to make Doumeki jealous on purpose. He would call Doumeki over to his apartment to discuss important business, but then he’d “forget” what time they were suppose to meet, and when Doumeki arrives for the meeting, there’d be a random guy in Yashiro’s bed. Just little Yashiro things. As for Doumeki, I agree that he would try and fail to remain neutral. Again, I think he already is. He’s trying to stay away from Yashiro, but he failed on the first night, and then again on the second and the third. It’s not possible. He’d end up being Yashiro’s unofficial bodyguard if he tried to remain friends. He’d have to come up with excuses to keep Yashiro away from other guys, and when that fails he’ll probably start breaking jaws. Little Doumeki things. Love to see it though

[lys-9-10]

Tanaka gripes about being the only Karasuno player without an OTP

aka #3 of 5 times Tsukki reluctantly gives relationship advice + 1 time somebody returns the favour

“It isn’t faaaaiir,” Tanaka griped, hauling his shoe bag out of his locker and slamming the door shut. “Kageyama and Hinata. Asahi and Noya. Suga and Daichi. You two.”  He jerked his head between Tadashi and Tsukki, who had the misfortune of being the only ones left in the locker room to hear Tanaka’s poor-little-old-me rant. “Even Kiyoko and Yachi. Literally everybody is part of an OTP except me!”

Tsukki frowned and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “You realize the only pairing you mentioned there that’s actually a thing is Kageyama and Hinata.” 

“Yah but that’s not the point! The point is, if you imagined the Karasuno team as the main characters in an anime or a manga or a YA novel or something – those would all be the OTPs everybody shipped. They’re just the iconic duos you know? But I don’t have an iconic duo! I’d be the only one doomed to die alone in the manga alternative universe! Hooooowwww did this happen to me??” Tsukki shook his head and swung his bag over his shoulder – his third attempt at exiting this conversation. “I think you need a healthy dose of separation from your sister.” 

Saeko, though you’d never guess it from her brazen tough girl demeanour, apparently had a hidden nerd side. She was really into “fandoms” (Tsukki had been educated on the definition of that word, and many others, in the duration of Tanaka’s locker room melt-down). 

Tsukki was a nerd in his own way, of course, so he’d like to say good for her, to each their own, let her have her fandoms and he’d have his dinosaur collection... But the thing was, while Tsukki’s dinosaur collection harmed no one, clearly Saeko’s fanishness was absolutely destructive for her little brother’s mental health. 

“You spend more time with Noya than Asahi does,” Tadashi said helpfully. “Why wouldn’t you two be the OTP?” 

Tanaka heaved an enormous sigh. “That’s what I said to my sister. But she said Noya and I have too much of a chill, bro dynamic and not enough profundity or tender moments. And she said–” he wrinkled his nose. “That I ‘present as too straight’. Apparently that’s a disadvantage in the fandom world.” Tsukki and Tadashi exchanged perplexed glances.

“So according to Saeko,” Tanaka continued, “The best that I can hope for is that Noya and I would be the bro- tp.” 

“Oh good grief.” Tsukki was very done here. He headed to the door. 

To his surprise, Tadashi didn’t follow immediately. 

“What about that girl we bumped into at Nationals last year?” Tadashi tried again. 

Tsukki paused and looked back at Tanaka. The latter’s cheeks had pinkened slightly. He’d immediately sobered, dropping the drama. 

“Do you mean Kanoka?” Tanaka asked, evidently trying to sound casual. 

“Yeah,” Tadashi said. “The tall, cute one with black hair. She liked you. Whatever happened to her?”

Truth be told, Tsukki had been wondering the same thing. Not wondering like he cared, of course… It just occurred to him once in a while. 

Kanoka’s evident crush on Tanaka had been the prime team gossip for a few weeks at least. But then nothing ever happened, and so eventually the gossip died out. 

Tanaka scratched the back of his head. “Well... I kinda flubbed that one. I freaked out and said my heart was set on another girl and then I thought her cousin was her boyfriend and freaked out even more and booked it without any explanation and... long story short, we never really got a chance to clear things up.” 

Tsukki, still standing at the door, was now frowning deeply. “You told her your heart was set on another girl?” He didn’t bother to hide the judgment in his tone.

Tanaka flushed. “Yeah. I know it was kind of a jerk move but –”

“Are you talking about Kiyoko?” 

Tanaka looked perplexed. “Obviously. Who else?”

Tsukki groaned. Without realizing what he was doing, he set down his bag. “That’s pathetic, Tanaka. You don’t have your heart set on Kiyoko – you have your dick set on her.” 

Tadashi looked mildly impressed. Tanaka looked mildly affronted.

“What do you like about Kiyoko aside from the fact that she’s hot?” Tsukki challenged. “Have you ever even had a proper conversation with her? And no, harassing her while she stonewalls you doesn’t count as a conversation.” 

“Hey!” Tanaka blustered. “She’s said twenty-three words to me!”

Tsukki arched a supercilious eyebrow. “In total, ever? You’ve been counting?” Tanaka opened his mouth, but Tsukki cut him off. “Nevermind. I don’t want to know. Look, all I’m saying is, Kanoka likes you and you obviously care about her.” Tsukki recalled the way Tanaka’s eyes had lit up upon spotting Kanoka – even before they fell to her chest. He recalled, too, the touching speech Kanoka had delivered about how Tanaka had helped her find confidence in herself, by chasing away her bullies and encouraging her to stand tall. (Touching in an objective way, that is. Tsukki himself had been unaffected while overhearing it.) “That’s more than can be said for you and Kiyoko. So if I were you...” Tsukki shrugged and picked up his bag again, throwing it over his shoulder. “I would reconsider your path forward.” 

He turned once again towards the door, this time glancing at Tadashi and giving a “let’s go” jerk of his head. Tadashi hurried to join up with him – but before they exited, Tsukki felt Tanaka’s hand grip his elbow. Irritated, he attempted to shake it off, but Tanaka held on fast. “What do I do, Tsukishima?” the wing-spiker entreated, his eyes wide and pleading. “Like I said, I screwed up with Kanoka... How do I get another chance?” It was strange to see Tanaka relinquish his usual macho affectation and actually humble himself to beg Tsukki for advice... Tsukki took a moment to decide whether to be smug about it, or just annoyed. He went with the latter. “Don’t ask me,” he said peevishly. “Gather up the little bits of brain in your head and figure it out.” He forcibly removed Tanaka’s hand from his elbow and took hold of the doorknob. But as he turned it and pushed the door open, he found himself muttering, “Just ask her to go for coffee. It isn’t rocket science.” 

[pearlsephoni]

At the End of the Sun, Ch 14: Answers

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: M

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Kagehina (Kageyama/Hinata)

Characters: Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama

Word Count: Chapter: 5.4k; Whole Work: 160k

Summary: With betrayal comes answers.

A/N: Originally published on AO3 on March 4th. Further author's notes can be found there.

It’s over.

Shoyo’s heart clenched at the hurt resignation lining the man's wilting form. He’d done that to him. This was his fault. “It's not over!” he pleaded, “It's not! It hasn't been a year yet! We still have time together, I could’ve stayed home after taking the flowers to my family, but I came back, for you. I just…I couldn’t stand not knowing anymore."

"Why?" the man demanded. "Why now?! It's been months, we got so fucking close—” His voice caught on a breathless sob as he pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes. “A month! We just had a month! Why—?" He choked off, hands falling from his eyes to stare at Shoyo, the ire in his gaze intensifying with the realization washing over his features. "This happened after you went home. Why?"

"I…I just…" Shoyo was startled to feel tears on his cheek, and he rubbed them away with rough hands. "I don't know anything about you! I didn't understand how bad it was until I realized that I couldn't tell my family anything about you. I don't know your name, I don't know what your life was like before all of this, nothing!"

"That's bullshit, I've told you about myself—"

"I know you, Okami-san. But I can't tell my family about your favorite curry, or how much you love your sister, or how kissing you makes me feel invincible." Some part of him, deep inside, took comfort in the way the man's eyes softened, just a bit.

"My mom kept asking questions that I didn't have answers to, and don't tell me that I could've lied!" Shoyo ordered before the man could even open his mouth. "You've met her, and you know I'm a terrible liar. I swear I didn’t say anything, I kept my promise, but I couldn’t think of answers to her questions, and…that’s how she figured everything out. She’s the one who gave me the candle. And I resisted using it, I did, until Nee-san came and reminded me of how little I know about either of you, and that I didn't know why. You wouldn't even tell me why! So I thought that I could at least see your face. I deserved that much, to see who I was doing this all for. Please, Okami-san…” He set the candle aside, sat back on his heels, and bent forward until his forehead touched his hands where they were pressed against the floor. “I didn't know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Silence fell and lingered, stretching on until Shoyo was aching with the temptation to look up. But he held his dogeza, and finally, he heard soft steps approaching him. A calloused hand found his chin and pressed up, until Shoyo had no choice but to lift his head and meet hauntingly dark blue eyes. They were only things that felt familiar out of his whole face, and Shoyo clung to that, even as his eyes flickered over the rest of the man’s body where he knelt.

“…Don’t apologize,” the man eventually muttered, “you’re right. It wasn’t fair of me to keep you in the dark for so long, after everything you’ve done. We just…we got so close.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” He felt strangely meek in front of the man's human form, with his straight posture and the casual command lining his body. Who…who was he? His stature belied the initial awkwardness he’d had in their first few weeks, even months, together. "M-maybe…maybe I can make it up!"

"Don't, Sho."

"We still have a month, I could—"

"Don't!" The firm word startled Shoyo into silence, letting the man mutter, "I meant what I said. It's over. The year, the deal, all of it. It stopped mattering the second you lit that candle and looked at me."

"I don't…I don't understand, what do you mean? The year isn't over, we were supposed to have a year!"

Confusion stained his desperation when the man screwed his eyes shut and let out a deep sigh. “I guess I can tell you now,” he murmured after a beat. “I was cursed. If you’d lasted one more month without seeing my face, then the curse would’ve been broken. I would’ve stopped transforming, I could’ve gone back home, back to my life…”

The grief falling over the man’s face was dwarfed by the devastating guilt choking off Shoyo’s air. A month. One month, and it would’ve been over. One month, and they could’ve returned to their lives, could’ve begun to build a new one together.

It was all Shoyo’s fault. No amount of reassurance would change that. And so, despite what the man had commanded before, Shoyo whispered, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t,” the man predictably scolded. “You messed up, but so did I. I wasn’t allowed to explain the curse to you, but I could’ve…I dunno, I could’ve figured out a way to answer your questions without revealing everything. This wasn’t fair to you.”

“It’s not fair to you, either.”

The man didn’t respond beyond a sigh, wilting where he knelt until his forehead rested against Shoyo’s. "I wish you'd trusted me," he whispered, words trembling, "I know why you didn’t. I know it wasn't fair. But I thought…I thought that, with how strange everything else was, you could at least trust me. This all would've been over if you'd just trusted me."

An apology rose to Shoyo's lips, but he bit it back. He knew it was futile. Nothing would change what he'd done. And no amount of insisting how much he loved and cared about the man would make up for the fact that he hadn't trusted him in a way that mattered.

There was no fixing his mistake. All he could ask was, "...What happens now?"

"I don't know." The man's eyes fluttered open as he pulled away, pinning Shoyo under a gaze full of grief and exhaustion and, worst of all, fear. "I don't know what happens if I try and fail to break the curse. Maybe I'll be stuck as a wolf forever, or maybe I'll be taken away for the rest of my life. I don't know. I'm…I'm scared, Sho."

The soft admission twisted something in Shoyo’s chest, and before he could rethink his move, his hand came up to cup a faintly stubbly cheek. He nearly jerked away immediately, but then the man leaned into his touch with a quiet sigh and shuttered eyes.

The sight of those eyes fluttering open again to gaze at him from under messy black hair tugged at something in Shoyo's memory, something beyond the awe of the man’s beauty. He was handsome, yes, but he was also so familiar, in a way that couldn’t be explained away by Shoyo’s familiarity with his wolf form nor his sister. “Okami-san,” he whispered, “who are you?”

The laugh that huffed out of the man was humorless, a bitter complement to the sad curve of his lips. “You already know me."

“Yeah? We’ve been living together for—”

“Dumbass, not like that.” His flippant words were in sharp contrast to the way he pulled Shoyo’s hand from his cheek and held tight to it. “I mean…you already knew me.”

“What—?”

“My name’s Tobio.”

Shoyo’s face creased with confusion. Tobio…Tobio…why did that sound so familiar?

When recognition didn't hit him, the man let out a soft huff and continued, "My name is Tobio, and when I was little, my favorite thing to do was sneak into samurai training and spar with an annoying little tangerine of a boy."

Realization hit him like a boulder, making his face go slack with shock just as the man—no, Tobio—chanced a look at him. “You…that was you? Why couldn’t I remember your—oh.” Shoyo’s guilt was suddenly crested by pure mortification. “Oh, no. Spirits, I…I told you about—shit!”

“About what?” A small, teasing grin tugged at Tobio's lips, like a ray of sunlight breaking through the clouds of his grief. “About falling in love with me?”

Shoyo couldn’t get annoyed. He was too busy untangling their fingers so he could bury his face in his hands. “That’s so— I’m— you didn’t say anything, you ass!”

He put up a half-hearted resistance against Tobio’s attempts to pull his hands away, only to give up completely at the sound of a real laugh. How could he resist the chance to see those lovely lips spread into the warmest smile he’d ever seen?

“I couldn’t say anything!” Tobio was saying as he managed to tug Shoyo’s hands from his face and hold them tight. “I couldn’t risk you knowing what I looked like. But I wanted to, Sho, it killed me that I couldn’t tell you. The curse wouldn’t let me.”

It made sense, but Shoyo didn't want to admit that out loud. Besides, he had a more important question: "What happened to you? Why did you stop coming to training?"

"Ah…I was sent away to complete my own training." A frown flickered over his sweet lips, as though he were being forbidden from samurai training all over again. "My grandfather wanted me to focus on training to take over the…the family trade."

Curiosity pricked at Shoyo. But before he could ask about the "family trade," Tobio's frown melted into quiet longing. "I missed you so much. Everyday, I thought about sneaking back to see you. Sometimes, when training got really hard, I imagined you were with me and pushing me to work harder."

He bundled Shoyo’s hands into one of his own—Shoyo valiantly tried to ignore the pulse of heat that went through him at the sight of his hands being so easily dwarfed—to brush the backs of his knuckles against Shoyo’s cheek in a heartachingly tender touch. “I’ve known it was you since the start, since before the start. I wanted to tell you who I was, tell you how I felt about you, but I couldn’t. If…if I’d known telling you who I was would’ve kept you from lighting the candle, I would’ve told you when the year began.”

A thrill shot up Shoyo’s spine, even as he felt like he was drowning in those eyes and his own resurfacing guilt. “You recognized me?”

“How could I not? I fell in love with you, dumbass. And between your hair and how loud you are, you're pretty easy to notice in a crowd.”

Despite the taunting words and his indignant flush, Shoyo still felt the knot in his gut begin to loosen at the fondness glittering through the hurt in Tobio’s eyes. “It’s not my fault you always—”

Realization choked him off, the pieces of the puzzle rearranging themselves into an ugly picture. “You…did you plan this?” he asked, his stomach twisting tighter with every word.

Tobio blinked. “What?”

“Did you plan this?” Shoyo repeated, much firmer this time. He rose to his feet, panicked betrayal making him pace as his throat tightened. “You remembered who I was. You knew me from before. Did you…did you pick me because you hoped I would fall in love with you again? You took me from my work, from my family, all to—” His words caught on the lump in his throat. He’d thought…he’d thought what they had was pure, real, untouched by the curse or the illness or any of the strange circumstances they were caught in. But the thought of Tobio knowingly orchestrating this somehow…deliberately seeking out Shoyo and waiting for the chance to offer a deal…

“What? No!” Tobio scrambled to his feet and tugged his robe back on, but he didn’t make any move to come closer. Some part of Shoyo was grateful for that—he couldn’t be sure that he wouldn’t lash out if Tobio tried to touch him. “No, I swear, I didn’t plan for any of this. I thought I would be stuck with this curse forever. How can a talking wolf convince someone to leave their life for a year? But then I overheard you and your mother talking about the flowers, and I realized that I could make the journey. I could give you what you needed. This could be an exchange, instead of me just…taking a year of your life.”

He took a slow step towards Shoyo, and Shoyo took a step back, his eyes stinging with tears. “Shoyo…,” Tobio pleaded, his voice softer with entreaty, “I didn’t want any of this to happen. It would have been so, so much easier to keep pretending I didn’t know you and live as only friends. I should’ve known that would be impossible. I couldn’t keep myself from falling for you before. I don’t know why I thought I could do it this time.”

“Don’t…don’t flatter me,” Shoyo mumbled, still holding himself back. Every nerve in his body ached to fall back into Tobio’s arms, to let his eyes drink him in as hungrily as his hands had for the past several months.

In the short time he’d been able to see Tobio’s human form, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was looking at an heir. It was etched in his posture, the quiet confidence in his voice, the steadiness of his eyes. But now, in just these few moments, all of that had melted into desperation and guilt. His shoulders were curved in, his hands were hesitant, and his eyes searched desperately for something in Shoyo’s gaze. “I’m not,” he croaked now. “It’s not flattery. It’s the truth. I didn’t…I didn’t want to fall for you. Not like this.”

He took another step towards him, and this time, Shoyo let him. He stood tall and raised his chin, trying to stare down at Tobio despite him looming over Shoyo. But his lips trembled, no matter how tightly he pressed them together, and he could feel a sob clawing its way up his throat.

Tobio didn’t touch Shoyo when he finally stood in front of him. He just…gazed at him, and Shoyo stared back, greedily drinking in his features despite everything. Even in the faint, flickering light of the candle, he was the most handsome person Shoyo had ever seen.

He didn’t know how to reconcile this…this beautiful man with the quiet voice and gentle touches he’d fallen in love with in the dark, or with the wolf who had kept him company and offered comfort, or with the grumpy, bratty boy who had demanded the very best from him. It made it easier to hold onto his panic and sense of betrayal as he grappled with whether or not he was telling the truth.

Then those lovely lips parted, and in a soft voice that reminded Shoyo of whispered confessions and gasped pleas, Tobio breathed, “Shoyo.”

That was it. Shoyo broke. A sob heaved out of the bottom of his lungs, and he felt tears begin to run down his cheeks as Tobio rested their foreheads together with a soft sigh. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he whispered, “and the biggest inconvenience to my heart.”

“You don’t get to say that,” Shoyo complained with a wet laugh.

“No,” Tobio agreed sheepishly, “I don’t.”

Shoyo’s fingers clung to Tobio’s robes at his waist as he sighed and leaned in more, letting their noses brush and their lips ghost against each other. “You’re my favorite inconvenience,” he murmured on a shuddering breath, smiling despite himself.

Tobio laughed, a light brush of air against Shoyo’s cheeks. “Mine, too.” He leaned in to touch his lips to Shoyo’s, the contact so light, so hesitant, that Shoyo could hear the unspoken ask for permission.

He gave it easily, tilting his chin for a proper kiss. It was quick and chaste and made his heart feel too big for his chest. It made him remember one of the lines his father used on his mother, a line that had made him and Natsu groan when they were little, but that he now felt the full meaning of. “You’re my whole heart, Okami-san…Tobio.”

He could hear Tobio’s breath catch, before he repeated in a whisper, “Mine, too. I’m sorry, Sho.”

“Why’re you apologizing?” He pulled away to meet Tobio’s eyes, heart clenching at the tears shining at him. “Oh…,” he breathed, cupping his face and brushing his thumbs along his dark, damp lashes, “what happened, Tobio?” Saying that name again after so long felt surreal, but he had to focus. “Who did this…all of this to you?”

Tobio swallowed hard as he took Shoyo’s hands and quietly brought him back to the futon, kneeling in silent invitation. “It…it was an accident,” he murmured once Shoyo sat in front of him, “a stupid accident. That’s what caused all this.”

Everything in Shoyo burned to verbally urge him to keep talking, but he could see him searching for the right words. So he stayed quiet, only encouraging him with a squeeze of his hands.

“I was 16,” Tobio eventually said, “when it happened. I was allowed to go hunting with my own party for the first time, without my grandfather or tutors supervising. It was all I’d ever wanted growing up, and I was…I was desperate to prove that I’d earned that independence. I didn’t want them to regret it, especially my grandfather.

“It started out fine. Great, even. We set up camp early in the morning, and spent the day hunting for our lunch and dinner. We’d heard word of more wolves being around than usual, but I still managed to shoot down a deer, and that fed most of the party for lunch. I was so proud of myself, until one of the other boys shot down a wolf that had been drawn in by the smell. Suddenly he was getting all of the praise and attention for protecting the party, and I…I was 16. I was stupid, egotistical, and jealous. I felt like he’d stolen the glory I got for feeding the party.”

He let out a slow breath, though it did nothing to smooth away the furrow between his brows. “I didn’t mean to act on that. I wasn’t planning on it. What were the chances of us seeing another wolf, anyway? But then, when we headed back out, I was allowed to go off on my own. And that’s when I saw it: this big, beautiful, dark brown wolf.

“It didn’t notice me at first. It was too busy drinking from the river. But when it did, it didn’t…do anything. It didn’t snarl or try to attack. It didn’t even look upset. It just looked at me, huffed, and turned away.”

Tobio’s fingers shook around Shoyo’s, only stilling when Shoyo gave them another steadying squeeze. “I told myself I did it to protect the party from another potential attacker. But that wasn’t it. I think I was just…I dunno, insulted by how easily it ignored me. Like it didn’t think I was worth worrying about, like I didn’t pose any sort of danger. My ego was so bruised that I didn’t stop to think about how weird it was for a wild wolf to act like that. I didn’t think at all. I just aimed an arrow and fired at its heart.”

Shoyo felt his own heart crawl up to his throat. “Did you…?”

“Yeah. A perfect shot.” Tobio let out a humorless laugh. “Just like I’d always been taught. The wolf fell behind some bushes, so I couldn’t see it, but I could hear its pants and whines. It was in pain, and I wanted to shoot it again, just to end its suffering. So I started walking towards it, and I got close enough to hear when…when its sounds changed.”

His fingers tightened almost painfully, but Shoyo didn’t budge or make a sound. He was too focused on the anguish and regret creasing Tobio’s face. “It didn’t sound like a wolf anymore…it sounded like a man. A man in pain. There was a flash of light just as I stepped past the bushes, and when I could see again, I didn’t see a wolf. I saw two men: one was in a kimono and the other was naked and bleeding all over the lap of the kimono, with my arrow stuck in his chest. The man in the kimono’s hand was glowing with magic, and he had it over the other man’s wound, and they were speaking to each other.

“I don’t know how long I stood there. I don’t know how long the first man tried to heal the second. But eventually the second man pulled the first man’s glowing hand away and held it to his lips. And then he…the man I shot, he…he died.

“That's when the first man started screaming.” Tobio’s eyes screwed shut, as though he were hearing the screams at that moment. “I…I’ve never heard grief like that before. And then he looked at me, and I…” A shudder went through him, and the light of the candle flickered over his heaving chest. “I didn’t know I could ever do something to earn that sort of rage. I thought he would set me on fire with just his eyes.

“He looked at me, me and my bow and arrows, and said, ‘You did this.’ He asked me if I was proud of myself, killing an innocent man, being a murderer. Asked me if I knew what I’d done, who I’d taken from him.”

Tobio’s voice was hollow as he recited the words, but Shoyo felt fear creep cold and quiet through him. “He didn’t let the other man go the whole time. He just…knelt there, called me a spoiled child, said I probably haven’t faced a consequence in my life. My short, sorry life. But he wanted to be the first to give one to me.”

“Oh,” Shoyo breathed, “then he…he…”

“He cursed me.” Tobio’s eyes relaxed open to meet Shoyo’s wide gaze. The pain and regret in his dark depths made Shoyo ache with the longing to go back in time and save him somehow. “I had to find someone to live with me for a year and let me sleep next to them without ever seeing my human face. That would require the kind of trust that would be impossible for a murderer like me to find, especially as a wolf.

“I didn’t say anything, couldn’t say anything. By the time I would’ve asked him what he meant, he’d already transformed me and told me that until I could meet those terms, I’d be cursed to be a wolf by day and a human at night. And then he was gone. I was forced to escape the hunting party and survive on my own for a month. I didn’t have anything except my bow, arrows, and the clothes I was wearing.

“By the time he found me again, I had managed to make my way here, and I was sleeping under the engawa because I didn’t have the keys to the house. He was the one who unlocked everything, and he gave me the bracelets for whoever I convinced to live with me. He said I should be grateful he was even helping me that much. And the thing is…I was. I couldn’t understand why he was helping me, but I didn’t question it. I was too scared to ask.”

Something from months ago pricked at Shoyo’s memory. “That’s why you said you couldn’t remember,” he breathed, “when I asked you if you looked like your sister. If you were 16, then…six years? You’ve been like this for six years?”

Tobio didn’t say anything, just rested his forehead against their joined hands and nodded weakly.

Six years…six years to finally get a shot at breaking the curse, and Shoyo had ruined it. And they’d been so close, too. “I’m sorry,” he gasped, bringing his hands to Tobio’s cheeks and making him meet his eyes. “I’m sorry, Okami-san…Tobio, I’m so sorry, I didn’t— I didn’t know, I should’ve listened—”

“Don’t, don’t cry,” Tobio said, as though his eyes weren’t also welling up, “don’t, Sho, you couldn’t have known.”

Shoyo didn’t care. His guilt didn’t care. It still weighed heavy in his stomach like a rock, until it shifted inside him as he flung his arms around Tobio and held him tight.

The tender embrace undid him, undid them both. With a sob, Tobio buried his face into Shoyo’s shoulder and held him tight around his waist, pulling him closer and closer until Shoyo had to fit himself in his lap and press his tear-soaked face into dark hair.

“Whatever happens,” Tobio choked out, his words muffled in Shoyo’s robes, “whatever happens, I’m glad it was you. I don’t care about the curse, Sho, it doesn’t matter. This year was still worth it.”

“Don’t say that,” Shoyo hissed. “I’ll fix this, I’ll figure out a way. I’ll fight that sorcerer if I have to.”

That earned him a wet laugh. “Dumbass, you can’t fight Oikawa. You don’t know what he can do.”

“I don’t care—”

“I do.” Tobio pulled away and looked Shoyo in the eye, his bloodshot eyes eerie in his firm focus. “You can’t put yourself in danger like that. Whatever he does, you have to let it happen. Okay?”

“Tobio—”

“Promise me, Sho.”

“I can’t,” Shoyo cried, “I can’t promise that, you can’t ask me to promise that. How am I supposed to let you go?”

A sad smile pushed at Tobio’s tear-stained cheeks as he rested a hand against Shoyo’s cheek. “You have to. You’ve done it before.”

“Because I didn’t know you were leaving! We were so young and I didn’t know you would disappear and…and this was supposed to be different, Tobio. We were supposed to finish this together. It’s my fault we didn’t, and now I have to fix it.”

“Dammit, you…you stubborn dumbass,” Tobio groaned, despite the smile still on his lips. “Why can’t you let me protect you?”

“I’m a samurai, stupid,” Shoyo laughed through his tears, “I’m the one who should do the protecting.”

“I don’t want you to protect me.”

Tobio’s eyes flickered over Shoyo’s face, like he was trying to memorize it. It was all too similar to how his mother and sister looked at him before his pilgrimages to Edo, and Shoyo hated it. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’ll never see me again.” Shoyo took his face in his hands again, squishing his cheeks a bit, just because he could. “You’re mine, Tobio, and I’m yours. As long as you want me, you’ll have me.”

“Yeah? What if I want you forever?”

Only he could make a confession that sweet sound so competitive. Shoyo loved him so much. “Then I’m yours forever. I mean it, you can’t get rid of me that easily.”

The smile that pulled at Tobio’s lips was small, but effused warmth. “Good.”

Oh…oh, Shoyo couldn’t believe he’d gone so long without this, without seeing those dark eyes glitter like they contained stars, or those cheeks flush so sweet, or those lips smile so warm. He could spend the next eternity soaking in every detail of those impossibly handsome features, learning every flicker of emotion and matching them to what he’d spent the last year learning in the dark.

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

Shoyo frowned at Tobio’s teasing grin, despite the affection blooming within him that matched the affection in those eyes. Within one night, he was already learning to read his face so well. “I have an excuse,” Shoyo grumbled, giving a light pinch to Tobio’s cheeks. “I didn’t get to see you this whole time. I have to make up for lost time.”

“Dumbass,” Tobio scoffed. But he didn’t pull away from Shoyo’s hold, and when Shoyo began tracing his fingertips over his face the way he had so many times in the dark, he could see Tobio’s eyes widen and his teasing features relax into solemnity.

He really was the most beautiful man Shoyo had ever seen. He was objectively handsome, of course he was, but it wasn’t just that. It was the sharp edge to his nighttime gaze. It was the downward set of his soft lips when he was fully relaxed. It was the silken hair Shoyo had come to know so well between his fingertips, and that fell so perfectly past strong brows. It was the way his proud, handsome features softened when he looked at Shoyo with so much love.

“Tobio.”

“Hm?”

“Tobio.”

“Yeah?”

“I just…like saying it,” Shoyo hummed in an echo of the first time Tobio had said his given name.

“I like hearing it.”

“Really?” A cheeky grin curled Shoyo's lip when he saw apprehension crease between Tobio’s brows. “You like it better than Okami-san?”

“Yeah, dumbass, I like my own name better than ‘Mr. Wolf,’” Tobio snorted. “I can’t believe I fell for you when you called me that.”

With a chuckle, Shoyo brushed a kiss to Tobio’s lips. “I fell for you even though you didn’t let me see you. I don’t think ‘Mr. Wolf’ is so bad compared to that.”

“That’s not— that doesn’t—” He gave up with a low growl. “Just shut up and kiss me, dumbass.”

Gladly.

Their kisses were slow, lazy, and tender, almost obscene in how much they relished each drag of their lips. It stoked a heat in Shoyo that made his hands wander down Tobio’s loosened robe, but that was it. He was content with slow kisses and gentle touches, was content with being able to finally let his eyes open to see kiss-swollen lips and a heavy gaze.

He let himself be laid back down on the futon, let his legs be parted to welcome Tobio between them. But he didn’t feel a need for anything more. They just…kissed, and touched, and held each other close. And it was enough. They were enough.

At some point they drifted to sleep, with Tobio barely remembering to blow out the candle. With sleep came a reminder of the unknown of morning, of how uneasy this joy was. In the morning everything would change. In the morning they could be parted forever.

Except they wouldn’t be parted, not forever. Shoyo wouldn’t allow it.

For the first time, when his eyes fluttered open, he wasn’t alone. Tobio was still laying next to him, already awake and silently watching him. He could also see faint light beginning to slip through the cracks in the window shutters, making dread settle in his chest. “Hi,” he murmured, keeping his voice low out of habit more than anything.

“Hi.” A small smile danced over Tobio’s lips, only to melt away as his eyes flickered to the window and back to Shoyo. “I don’t know if I should be here.”

“Because you don’t know if you’ll turn back into a wolf?”

Tobio silently nodded.

Shoyo let out a slow breath. “Okay…okay. Well…can we watch the sunrise together? Before whatever happens…happens?”

Tobio’s eyes widened for a moment, before softening as his lips twitched into a minuscule smile. “Yeah.”

The morning light was still murky and gray as they made their way to the engawa. Somehow, Tobio still looked breathtaking, even in the cool light. Shoyo almost couldn’t bear to look away as Tobio got settled on one of the stairs leading up to the porch and looked back with a pat on the step above him. But the allure of holding him close and warm won out, and soon Shoyo was sitting behind Tobio and tugging him against his chest, close enough that he could prop his cheek against his temple.

“I wish the sun would never rise,” he whispered into his ear, even as they watched the first rays turn the sky purple and pink.

Tobio didn’t scoff about how impossible and childlike that wish was. All he said was a quiet, “Why?”

“Because then we could sit here like this forever.”

“Oh.” Tobio took one of Shoyo’s hands that were settled against his collarbones and pressed a kiss to it, murmuring into his skin, “Then I wish that, too.”

With that, they fell into a silence that was somehow both relaxed and tense. They rocked gently in their embrace, sometimes pressing a kiss to whatever part of each other was easiest to reach, but otherwise just soaking in each other’s presence beneath the vibrant colors of the sunrise.

When the sky began to shift from pink to blue, a strangled gasp suddenly ripped out of Tobio. He shot up to his feet, grabbing at a pillar for support.

Shoyo barely managed to fall back before Tobio’s rising head could hit him in the nose. “Tobio?!”

“Oikawa,” Tobio gasped, grabbing at his chest and staring into the woods with frantic eyes. “He’s coming.”

[mclmora]

left ✧ tsukishima kei x fem!reader ✧ pt 4

taglist: @tsukkisbbygirl , @notverymarley , @haechansbbg

summary: y/n tries to make sense of everything that’s happening, while re-living sweet memoirs.

tw: none.

“ugh.” hinata huffed and puffed, his cheeks red, probably due to shame. it was the third time in a row he’d lose against kageyama, who, the more would win, the more his arrogant grin extended from ear to ear.

“do you want me to help you? i may let you win for once, if you ask nicely.” he twitted, before letting out a loud, contemptuous laugh.

although you offered to play pool, you didn’t have much knowledge on the game. you played it a few times in the past, that, to be honest, you struggled to remember. you watched them play, chuckling at some of the jokes tobio would throw at shoyo here and there.

tsukishima, though, wasn’t there. when you asked to play pool, he declined right away. “no, thanks. i’d rather not humiliate you all. it wouldn’t even be fun.” was what he said, with that overconfidence that made you roll your eyes each time. not to mention yamaguchi who passively accepted his behavior. he didn’t look like it bothered him actually, which bothered you.

the situation was awkward. kei and tadashi went to play on the opposite side of the room, almost as if to avoid being near you, and you found yourself alone with kageyama and hinata. you didn’t mind their companies at all, they were super fun to be around and kageyama seemed to be playing to impress you sometimes... or maybe you were just imagining things.

but that didn’t erase the fact that you accepted to come there just for the sake of being a nuisance to tsukishima and continue your “game”.

your eyes stayed fixed on the pool table, while hearing tobio and hinatas’ voices drifting in the distance the more you begun spacing out.

you really wanted to make him pay for what he did. what happened earlier was the hundreth proof that he would’ve done anything to hurt you, or get you to think about him. and despite the fact that you hated to think of yourself as someone so important on other people lives, there were no doubts. he wouldn’t have done that gesture if you weren’t there.

he was... such an asshole. you couldn’t help repeating it. it was so hard to swallow. you couldn’t accept the fact he threw you in the trash the second you stopped condoning his attitude. was that your relevance to him? you clenched your jaw. was he really that way?

with a knot in your throat, you unconsciously begun staring at tsukishima’s distant frame with the corner of your eyes.

even so, what pissed you off most about the whole story was that despite everything, you still loved him so much. to your eyes, he was the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen. your cheeks would color rosy when remembering how his touch felt against your skin, how his visage looked without his glasses. how he looked, in general.

he was such a pretty boy.

and when you tried to hate him some more, your mind would play you unfair tricks, bringing up the far memories of your first weeks, when you were just getting to know each other. he was so timid back then. the roles were reversed, it was always you who had the best on him. who shut him up easily.

there would be nights spent remembering those bittersweet days. one in particular, actually. which could be considered the day your younger self started viewing him as more than a friend.

fall season just kicked in, turning all the trees and plants in a brownish, orange color. you just started your 9th grade of school. before beginning your school day, you had a rough argument with your mother that continued, even more harshly, after you got back home.

she yelled at you so hard, for a reason you couldn’t comprehend, that it made you burst out crying, leaving the house and slamming the door as hard as you could.

you ran a couple blocks away, trying to vent that adrenaline that bumped within your blood in a physical way, before slowing down, until stopping. you reached an isolated, big park. the place you would always go to when feeling the need to be by yourself, just like that grey day.

still panting for your previous run, you walked inside the park, your legs shaking mildly. the tears had dried in the meantime, but you knew you had more coming. there was a specific place you liked, a big spot hidden by a wall made of climbing plants. you had no clue if anyone knew about it, but each time you’d go there, you felt at peace. nobody was ever nearby, you could cry without fearing to be heard or seen.

you wandered through the short, bare, trees, until leaning your back against the trunk of the most distant one. you covered your face with your hands, letting your salty, warm tears run down your face. your back slid down, until you were sat at the tree’s roots.

“...y/n?” a voice, coming from your right, suddenly spoke. you snapped your face towards it, letting out a frightened gasp. “t-tsukki?” your voice cracked. you got so scared.

how did he...? you didn’t see anyone around when you entered the place.

you wanted to ask him what he was doing there, if he followed you, why did he follow you. yet you couldn’t. you tried to smile, wiping away the tears, and you tried to speak, but a loud hiccup made you break down in front of him like nothing.

you were so tremendously embarrassed.

you hated crying in front of people, always did. it made you feel so ridiculously vulnerable, so easy to pick on. you didn’t want to be seen like that. it was no one’s business.

you turned around, ready to walk away even though your blurred vision, but tsukishima grabbed your arm before you could do so.

“hey-” he spoke softly. “what happened?”

with a disarming, calming voice, he went on to slide his hand all the way until reaching for your own hand, removing it from your face.

he grazed timidly your skin with his thumb, holding your hand in his. seeing you didn’t push him away, he went on to do the same with your other hand.

a few hiccups kept your shoulders trembling. you kept blinking the tears away, yet they wouldn’t stop. your throat burned so hard it hurt.

he looked down at you. he wasn’t smiling, yet there was tenderness into his eyes. he touched you in such way, almost as if he was scared to break you, being cautious like you were a wounded animal he was trying to protect.

“it’s okay,” he shifted his hands on your face, brushing away the wet from under your eyes with his fingers. “it’s alright.” he kept repeating with a low voice, that made your hiccups slowly cease down.

after a few minutes, he gently pulled you into his arms, stroking your head and back. you stopped sobbing, but went on crying silently, resting your cheek on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around him a little too tightly, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to relax against him.

he didn’t pull away. he didn’t insist. he simply left you regain yourself, giving you the time you needed without pressuring you once.

you guys never spoke about that day after it happened. he didn’t brought that topic up and neither did you. like it was a secret between you two, making you sometimes wonder if it seriously happened. maybe he felt embarrassed, or regretted what he did. maybe he didn’t dare to. or maybe he simply didn’t want to, because he thought it wasn’t his place to bring it up. you didn’t know.

but it surely made you view that guy differently from that time on.

“are you done staring?”

your trail of thoughts vanishes, you lift your chin up, seeing tsukishima’s body standing still in front of you. “huh, no, i-” frowning, you look around as if you’ve just awoken from a dream, realizing that hinata and kageyama weren’t playing pool anymore.

did you space out so much you didn’t even notice them going away and tsukishima approaching?

apparently perceiving your confusion, tsukishima speaks again. “they’re playing with the machine next the door. didn’t they tell you? ptf, they’ve been at it for at least 20 minutes now.” says, as if he could read your thoughts on your forehead.

“oh, i... must’ve spaced out a bit..” you admitted, spotting the two boys next the entrance just like tsukki said. “they probably told me, but i didn’t really hear them... my bad.” you spoke, utterly ashamed.

“they don’t seem to matter much.” kei glanced at them, you doing as well.

he wasn’t lying. they were enjoying themselves pretty much. mostly kageyama. indeed he kept slapping hinata’s head every time he’d lose, getting all worked up, whilst hinata couldn’t keep still a second. you bit your lip not to chuckle at the scene, smiling. “you’re right, thankfully.”

silence fell between you two after that. he moved closer to the wall, and to you as well, leaning against it with his shoulder and looking at you with a poker face.

“if you have something to say, spit it out.” you stated, looking anywhere else than his face. he didn’t make you repeat yourself.

“do you really think all that?”

“all what?” finally, you find the courage to look at him back in the eyes. “you know what i mean.” this time, it’s him who looks away from you.

“no, i don’t.” you breathe, taking a step closer, while throwing one more glance around the place.

it was a big room. huge, actually. kageyama and hinata were too busy playing with that machine to pay you any mind and yamaguchi wasn’t in sight. you wondered where he might be, but let it slip for now.

again, you had a mass of rushing thoughts running inside your head, one after the other. you were upset. you were talking with him, even after the things you said. were you doing the right thing? talking to him, alone, in that neon colored room?

you didn’t know. it was all confused, by days, weeks now. might as well follow your guts and what the little voice in your head told you to do.

“what you told me a few days ago.” he confessed, lowering his voice to a murmur. “and what you said to that prick before.”

hearing that, you smirked. so damn hard, turning your face to the side, so that he couldn’t see it.

it didn’t take much to make him react, after all.

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[tsunaaism]

You tell your friend that they, “Look like a bottom.” + "Submissive and breedable."

GN!Reader ft. Miya Atsumu, Oikawa Tooru, Miya Osamu.

Warnings: VERY suggestive content, curse words, characters being a tease, slight possessiveness, slight obsessiveness, not proofread, also a teeny tiny manipulation, sexual tension.

Bokuto, Kuroo, Ushijima's ver.

Kageyama + Suna’s ver.

Atsumu

You were Atsumu’s assigned high school tutor. Unlike the rumors about the cocky, annoying blonde, the actual person was surprisingly much compliant and easy to get along with. Sure, he could be a little bit of an asshole sometimes, but he’s a good friend nonetheless.

Years passed, and somehow, you’re still in contact with the now volleyball athlete.

Aaaand you’re standing right here, in his pantry instead of sleeping on your bed during your off day, making breakfast for him because he texted you that he was dying and needed immediate help or else he’s in big trouble.  

He wasn’t.

He was just going through a hangover.

So with a stovetop and a pan in front of you, the petty joke that suddenly appeared in your head—alongside your annoyance— slipped through your lips.

It was a harmless joke, of course. But the way your tone was dripping with sarcasm triggered something in him. It’s been so long since he had seen you in person; you didn’t have to be so rude to him, you know?

He was standing behind you by then. You can feel his prominent abs pressed to your back, a slight scoff escaping his lips,

Until he lowered to your level, lips dangerously close to your ears and warm breath hovering over your skin,

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He whispers with a teasy, raspy voice; smirking cockily as hazel eyes watch your ears turn red.

You wanted a reaction out of him, right?

“Hmm. Where did that confidence go? I thought I am the submissive and breedable one here.”

“Atsumu—”

“Nuh-uh. Look at me.” He slid his hands around your waist, fingers reaching out to turn the stove off,

“Turn around. Look at me.”

And you did, taking several seconds to calm your racing heartbeat down before facing his stupidly handsome face. His hands were caging your form by now,

“Why are you so pissy? I just needed a little help. I just wanted to spend time with my cute little friend. What’s so wrong with that?”

“It’s a harmless joke, Atsum—“

“Shh. I know. And we both know I could turn that joke on you and make it a reality.”

Oikawa

A notification from Oikawa popped up on your screen:

“Hey, you’re done working, right? I’m here to pick you up <3.”

“What?”

“Wdym by what? Btw, stay in your place. I can see you from my car.”

Naturally, surprise and bewilderment wash over you. You haven’t met him since high school! He’d been in Argentina for years now, and even though you still text each other almost every day—simply updating each other about your life—you have yet to hear about him coming back to Japan.

It was so sudden. So many questions at the back of your head (the fact that he can immediately locate your office goes unnoticed by you), and yet here you are, sitting beside the driver seat that’s occupied by one of the most-fawned-over volleyball player.

“You.. don’t change much.” You say, closing the expensive car’s door, “Except for the fact that you’ve tanned a little.”

And for the fact that his jawline and muscles are much more prominent. Also the fact that his plain black t-shirt is pressing to his body. Lord.

A low chuckle escapes his lips, “Why? You don’t like me this way?”

No. Of course not! But you didn’t want to make it seem awkward, so you inserted that one joke your friend often says,

Before you realize that it would probably make things more awkward.

“You think so?” He raised his brows, smiling sweetly as he averts his gaze to you, “You’re very bold now, huh? I don’t think I dislike it.”

“I didn’t mean tha-”

“It's fine, darling,” His eyes narrowed, a glint of mischief flashing through his brown orbs, “If you’re so curious about it, why not come and find out yourself?”

And before you could even process his words, he leans onto you—whispering into your ears,

“I missed you. A lot. Maybe I could show you how submissive and breedable I am—or not.”

Osamu

You knew the calm business owner through a club activity. People deemed the man as unapproachable due to his silent nature, but once he heard about your dreams of being a great cook—he felt a little of your excitement, and you got along quite well through your shared passion.

He was three years older than you, though. He graduated from university earlier, and once you do, he immediately offered you to be a trainee at his shop. It’s almost been 6 months, and he’d been nothing but strict with you.

A baritone voice calls out to you, dispersing your short recall;

“Is everything alright?”

It was late; the shop had already closed, and he was untying his pink-colored, bunny apron—courtesy of you—that hugged his waist just right, and your brain decided that it’d be funny if you told him how cute (as opposed to his usual demeanor) he looks right now.

He stopped his movements, his features expressing no emotion as he stares at you,

“Say that again?”

Uh oh.

“It’s a joke. Promise! No harm-”

A slight smile creeps onto his lips. Eyes narrowed, he crosses his arms, “No. Repeat it one more time, slower this time.”

He takes a step towards you.

And again.

And more, until you’re stuck between the walls and inches away from his chest,

“Why so quiet? Cat’s got your tongue?”

YEAH. Your tongue? Can’t find it. You suddenly have no courage in you to speak, and he knows it well. He leans closer to your face, gazing into your eyes,

“You know you’re wrong, don’t you? I hate pointless chats, so let me prove it to you and see who is the submissive and breedable one here.”

 A/N: Since you asked for a 2nd part. Characters weren’t specified so I picked these three. My hand slipped a little for this one <\3

Reblogs are always appreciated.

[beeplucie]

Mob x Reader: A love curse

Just a little story since the only thing in my head is mob right now… dying for the third season

word count: 676

You’d never think you’d catch feelings for the shy little Mob Kageyama, who froze when talking in front of the school. You and your friends had laughed at Mob and acted like you’d never see him again, but you knew a lot more about yourself than your friends did. As much as you laughed it off, you couldn’t deny it. 

Mob was cute as hell. 

    From that moment, you tried your hardest to not acknowledge how hot your face got whenever you saw him in your peripheral vision, and how you’d stay up all night thinking about little moments that you couldn’t get out of your head.

    How when he drank little cartons of milk at lunch, he’d smile so peacefully that it was really cute. How he’d fidget when he didn’t know the answer to a question, or how whenever he locked eyes with you, he’d tense up with flushed cheeks. Or how hard he tried with his athletic group, which you sometimes saw running as you walked home. Mob was always trying his hardest, and you couldn’t help but get stuck on that.

    But you couldn’t ever admit that there was even the smallest chance that you’d caught feelings for someone you’d barely talked to, nevertheless someone that had been a laughingstock between you and your friend group. 

Which was the exact reason why you were convinced you had a curse on you. 

“A love curse?” Reigen Arataka questioned, leaning over his desk, intertwining his fingers.

You’d gone to the Spirits and Such Consultation Office to try and remove the curse that you had assumed was on your shoulders. “Yes… I was wondering if you could remove it. Ever since this curse was put on me, I don’t think I’ve been able to get them out of my head.”

Reigen looked to his left, slightly smirking. “Ahah… well, we’ll see what we can do.” He turned behind him, making you sit up straighter in surprise. 

Could it be… this guy’s a real esper? No other exorcist had been able to remove this. 

“Oi, Mob. We’ve got a client.” Reigen called.

    You felt your cheeks grow warm at the mention of the familiar name, and you looked to see your classmate entering the room and locking eyes with you before clenching his fist. You felt your eye twitch as you breathed out a hot breath. 

“Hi, Mob…”

    Mob glanced from left to right as he nodded in response. You felt your heart beat faster as you avoided eye contact with the black-haired boy. There it was, the knotted stomach, the beating heart, the warm cheeks. You were being affected by that damn curse again.

“Can you check for a curse on them?” Reigen asked, to which Mob responded with a nod. 

He stood there, blankly for a moment, and then whispered to Reigen something barely audible. “Y/n doesn’t have a curse on them…”

You felt yourself tighten.

“Oh?” Reigen looked at you, and then at Mob, confused. “Can’t you just, make something up?” Reigen asked Mob in a hushed tone, between clenched teeth.

“If I don’t have a curse on me, am I alright? Is it okay for me to go, after paying?” You asked.

Reigen stared at you, studied you for a moment, and then smiled. “Yes, of course. That’s alright. I’ll work out the details of our fees and such.”

    While you and Reigen talked, you couldn’t help but occasionally glance at Mob, who seemed to be blank, not really feeling much. You bit the nail off your thumb as you studied him intently, barely able to handle the flipping of your stomach and the warmth of your body.

    You walked outside of Reigen’s office once all was done, and you exhaled deeply. For some reason, such a detailed (despite its simplicity, in fact) encounter with Mob left you struggled to breathe.

Mob casted this love curse on you. That was the only explanation. You didn’t have a crush on him, not at all. It was just the curse that he casted. That would be the only explanation, since you knew you had a curse on you, and Mob said he didn’t see a curse. He casted the terrible love curse on you. Nothing else.

right?

[adoringhaikyuu]

you jokingly ask them if they’re using you for your body

characters: bokuto + kageyama + iwaizumi + (gn!reader)

summary: how they would react to you jokingly asking if they were using you for your body

warnings: suggestive things, pouty boys

notes: i came up w this literally as i was in bed about to sleep,,, idk y’all––also i hope this isn’t offensive to anyone, it’s meant to be lighthearted and not serious at all !! + trying a different format for this one so we’ll see how i feel about it

part one | part two | part three

bokuto:

you’d be in his lap, hands in his hair as he kisses along your neck, leaving pretty marks on you that he’d no doubt stare at afterwards

you’d bite your lip mischievously as he started bucking his hips into you, his hands slowly raising your shirt

“bo,” you’d say breathlessly (bc wow he really does know how to make u breathless) 

and he’d hum, not stopping his lips or hands and you’d go on, forcing yourself not to laugh

“you’re not using me for my body, are you?” 

he would pull his head away and stop his hands as soon as you finished that question and get so pouty

like he can’t believe you would ask that 

but he’s also so sad that you would think that

he’d frown immediately and tbh almost tear up as he looks at you, perched on his lap

“what?” his hands squeezed your waist gently. “baby why would you say that? of course i’m not...” he looked into your eyes, “do you really believe that?”

you shrugged, biting your lip to stop the smile that was breaking free. “i mean, you almost always wanna do stuff, you know?” 

his eyes widened, “well that’s only cause you’re so hot!” he sat up, “i promise i’m not using you for anything, i love and respect you so much.” his bottom lip started trembling and you couldn’t help it anymore. 

“kou,” you laughed, bringing your hands up to his cheeks. you cooed as he nuzzled into your palms, “baby i was just joking.” you gave him a quick peck on the lips. “i know you’re not using me.”

“oh...” he looked down in realization then perked up again. ”hey!” he pulled you against him and laughed into your chest. “you can’t do that to me baby. you really scared me.” 

you hugged him tight, “i know bub, i’m sorry.” 

after a few seconds he looked back up at you, “so are we gonna continue...cause i really need you––”

kageyama:

you and kageyama had been dating for a few months now

and he wasn’t that experienced, having focused mainly on volleyball during middle school and high school

so you were the one who guided him sexually tbh and he was 100% okay with that

he got comfortable with you and started to initiate things on his own, making sure that you were okay with it

even though he was still a little nervous around you––he just couldn’t believe he was dating you

tbh he was pretty pent up and he didn’t even realize until you showed him everything he’d been missing out on

so he was kinda horny,, all the time

but you really didn’t mind! but you also liked being a tease––

so you couldn’t help but ask one day as his restless hands traveled your body––

“tobi,” you cooed, gripping his hair, and he groaned at the sensual tone of your voice and the pull of your fingers, as his lips kissed the skin on your stomach as he lifted your shirt. “you’re not...using me for my body, are you?”

he pulled away immediately and sat back on his heels between your legs, eyes wide and completely confused. honestly, he was offended. “what?! no! why would you say that! of course not?!”

you laughed, unable to contain yourself at how bewildered he was. you sat up and wrapped your arms around him, kissing his cheek once. “i was just joking tobi, promise.” 

he pouted and reluctantly held you back, mumbling into the crook of your shoulder. “jokes are supposed to be funny.”

you made it up to him afterwards, don’t worry.

iwaizumi:

iwaizumi was a very passionate lover,, a very aggressive one at times too

but you liked it, don’t worry

so you would always do little things to spice up your time together

you knew what buttons to push

iwa was leaning over you on the couch, one hand holding him up, the other caressing your waist and squeezing occasionally as he kissed you deeply

it wasn’t until he trailed his kisses to your neck, groaning about how badly he wanted you, that you got the idea

you liked to rile him up and tease him all the time so this was nothing new

just as his hand slipped down to unbutton your pants, you asked

“haji, are you using me for my body?” 

he paused and stayed in his position for a moment before you heard a quiet “what the fuck?” slip past his lips. he sat up and pulled you with him before looking at you with offended, furrowed brows. “you’re fucking joking right?—“

you opened your mouth in shock at his tone but honestly his reaction was was only turning you on even more.

“i don’t know if some jackass before me has done that to you, if they have i’ll beat their ass. but i am nothing like that, is that clear?”

you swallowed thickly and rubbed your thighs together restlessly before nodding. “yes sir.”

he grunted and then sighed before softening his gaze, taking your hands in his and rubbing your knuckles gently with his thumbs. “you don’t actually think that, right?” 

you bit your lip and shook your head. “was just a joke, haji.”

his gaze hardened immediately, “you’re gonna pay for that, you know.”

you smiled cheekily, only igniting the flame. “i sure hope so.”  

[tetsunova]

Writing your name on their hand

mc x gn!reader

genre: fluff

a/n: it’s so silly but i love it hehe. we used to draw our names on our hands with coloured glittered pens in school all the time and get scolded for it. 

masterlist

Is confused at first, but gets so excited later. His face starts glowing and he asks if he could write his name on your hand. He makes sure to make it extra neat and pretty. Adds a couple hearts and starts to make it look cute. Also may or may not end up getting too invested and start drawing even more on your hand. He wants to draw on your hand all the time now, not just his name but anything he can think of.

Hinata, Tendou, Atsumu, Bokuto, Lev

‘Getting a little possessive aren’t we?’. This cocky bastard will not let you hear the end of it. He loves it so much but would rather tease you than show you how much he’s blushing internally. Definitely, keeps making lines over it when it starts to fade, but in secret. He wants to treasure it for as long as he can, all he hopes is that you don’t notice the fresh and wobbly ink on his hand. Spends hours admiring it. Seriously, he cannot get over it.

Tsuki, Kuroo, Oikawa (god bless you if his fangirls notice), Matsukawa, Terushima

Frankly, he didn’t even notice until you asked him if he liked it or not. You don’t get a response, only a boy in front of you who was besmirched with hues of pink on his cheeks. Just when he thought this couldn’t get any more adorable, his eyes landed on your smile and that was all it took for his brain to stop functioning. He pulled you into a hug, hiding his mess of a face into the crook of your neck and muffled, ‘I love it.’ 

Kenma, Suna, Iwaizumi, Yamaguchi, Kiyoomi

While he waits for you to finish, he removes the coloured pens he has stored neatly in his pencil case. After you’re done he hands them over to you and asks you to add colour to it if you’d like, to which you gladly accept. Truly, he just wants you to stay with him a bit longer so he’d hoped the coloured pens would work and what a relief it was when it did. He couldn't help but smile at how focused you were. 

Akaashi, Kita, Ushijima, Sugawara

He just keeps looking at every stroke you make, getting more invested by the second. After you’re done he just brings it closer to his face and examines it like a baby who just got a new toy. ‘It’s just my name’ you say. “It’s beautiful”, he replies. He’s all smiley the whole day and doesn’t hesitate to flaunt and talk about it if someone asks or points it out. Get’s clingier than usual and is extra careful he doesn’t get soap on it while washing his hands or taking a shower after practise.

Iwaizumi, Daichi, Osamu, Kita, Akaashi, Kageyama

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[hornime]

watch and learn | iwaizumi hajime x f!reader x team japan

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

warnings: 18+, timeskip!everyone, BIG MANGA SPOILERS BASICALLY, exhibitionism, voyeurism, orgasm denial

w/c: 3.1k

a/n: now i don’t know if iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer learned about female orgasms when he was studying sports science at irvine BUT he def knows how to show a girl a good time which is reason enough for me to write this. also, i read this article to prep for this piece and it was super enlightening, so i do recommend giving it a read if you’re interested!

in the middle of his morning run, iwaizumi slowed momentarily to check the repetitive buzzing of this phone, curious as to who was messaging him this early. when he’d left the apartment, you were sleeping, and you had the tendency to still be sleeping by the time he returned, so who else could it be?

he unlocked his phone, quickly finding the source of the notifications: the team japan group chat.

[06:43 AM] miya: hey @iwaizumi—you know stuff abt the human body right?

[06:43 AM] miya: cus like you studied it in college and shit??

iwaizumi rolled his eyes. i spent four years in america to earn my degree, came back home to support my country’s olympic team, and dealt with the biggest idiots of volleyball, only to get treated like this?

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: yes, miya. i took many courses on the human body. in fact that’s the purpose of my job. to know the human body. because i am a fucking athletic trainer.

[06:44 AM] miya: okay okay i get it. dumb question

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: why? is something up? you need help or anything?

[06:44 AM] miya: uhhh kinda

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata i’m not fucking asking this

[06:44 AM] bokuto: bro just do it

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata @hinata @hinata 

iwaizumi cocked an eyebrow. what the hell are they going on about?

[06:45 AM] iwaizumi: so am i needed or...

[06:45 AM] hinata: YES

[06:45 AM] hinata: we had a question

[06:46 AM] sakusa: by “we” he means him, miya, and bokuto

[06:46 AM] suna: yeah don’t bring us into this

[06:46 AM] hinata: don’t listen to them! both suna and sakusa wanna know too

[06:46 AM] iwaizumi: okay. what’s up

[06:47 AM] hinata: we wanted to know how to make a girl cum

he chuckled in disbelief.

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: you’re telling me that you guys are in your mid-20s, literal olympic athletes, and you don’t know how to make a girl cum

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: have you never done it before??

[06:47 AM] miya: NO

[06:47 AM] miya: FOR THE RECORD IVE MADE MANY GIRLS CUM

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ME TOO

[06:48 AM] bokuto: i think

he laughed out loud, briefly startling another runner on the sidewalk.

[06:48 AM] iwaizumi: you guys are unbelievable

[06:48 AM] hinata: i mean she says she finished but idk what i did to make that happen

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ^^

[06:48 AM] hinata: so like i wanna know how to actually do it

[06:48 AM] suna: actually im kinda interested in this too

[06:48 AM] aran: i pray for your future girlfriends. this is painful to see. im out

[06:48 AM] kageyama: i’m with aran on this one. you guys are dumb

[06:48 AM] hinata: shut up. you suck.

[06:48 AM] miya: cmon iwaizumi, help a guy out

[06:48 AM] sakusa: it wouldnt hurt for you to give us some pointers at least

iwaizumi sighed.

[06:49 AM] iwaizumi: @miya @hinata @bokuto @suna @sakusa meet in the locker room after practice. ill give you guys a lesson in the art of pleasing a woman

to teach effectively, he needed a volunteer, though he was sure you wouldn’t need much convincing. you’d always loved the attention, and the biceps, of the pro athletes. he spun on his heel and jogged home.

you woke up to the sound of your apartment door opening, your boyfriend creeping inside, forehead damp with sweat.

“hey,” you said quietly, making your way towards him.

“hey, baby. sorry for waking you up, i was trying to be quiet.”

you giggled sleepily. “s’okay, haji. you spoil me too much anyway, always letting me sleep in for hours while you’re off doing god knows what.”

at that, his eyes crinkled in amusement, and as you tried to step into a hug, he shuffled back. “woah there, baby. i gotta shower, ‘m all gross from my run. and then,” he gave you a peculiar look that you couldn’t quite place, “i got a proposition for you.”

after his shower, he waltzed out of the bathroom, steam wafting out from behind the door. his tanned body made you feel things you definitely shouldn’t be barely an hour after the sun’s risen, and you reached out to massage the tension in his shoulders. “so, what’s your proposition?”

“well,” he hesitated. “it’s a bit... unconventional. the team asked me to show them how to make a girl cum,” he took in your intrigued expression. “and it’d be a lot easier to explain if i had someone to do a live demonstration with. so,” his eyes flicked up to you. “that’s where you’d come in.”

“a... live demonstration? like you’re gonna make me cum in front of them?”

“yeah, essentially.” he gave you a devilish grin. “you want that, baby? wanna show those boys how a real man treats a gorgeous woman like you?”

you rubbed your thighs at his words. “yeah,” you purred. “i do. wanna show them how good you are to me.”

and that’s how you found yourself nestled between iwaizumi’s muscled thighs, back pressed against his chest, completely naked, with five of japan’s best volleyball players staring at your body in awe.

practically an expert in his field, iwaizumi knew the human body inside and out. this had many benefits; of course it allowed him to catapult up the ranks and work with the country’s best athletes to keep them at the top of their game, but it also had a unique side effect: an overwhelming vault of knowledge on how to make a woman feel good anywhere. 

you’d seen the proof firsthand; he knew exactly where to push, prod, stroke, and tease to have you cumming in seconds, over and over, as many times as you wanted. he was amazing, and you were well-aware just how lucky you were to have such a talented man in the sheets.

“oi,” iwaizumi snapped his fingers, drawing each of the players’ eyes away from your glistening cunt. “pay attention. i know more than anybody that she’s hot as fuck, but you gotta listen to what i’m saying or else there’s no point to this.”

he lightly pressed his lips against your collarbone, slowly tracing them against your jaw, the contact making you squirm. “if you wanna make a girl cum, first thing you gotta do is make her comfortable. if she’s worried about how she looks or sounds or smells she’s gonna be too stressed to let go.” he moved his hands to grope your tits, his calloused fingers brushing over your hardening nipples. “so reassure her, tell her how irresistible she is, how pretty her moans are, how tasty her pussy is. shit like that. the sexier she feels the better it’ll be.”

he leaned into you, whispering into your ear. “feeling good, baby? we can stop whenever.”

you nodded weakly, afraid to open your mouth, barely holding in your whines as his palms worked wonders on your chest and stomach, sending shocks of heat wherever they touched. 

you craned your neck up to observe the men before you. atsumu was flushed red, wringing his hands as if he was worried they’d do something embarrassing if he didn’t keep them occupied. hinata was bouncing his leg up and down, wiping his palms on his shorts as he took in the plushness of your thighs. bokuto was basically drooling, greedily tracing your soft curves with his eyes. suna maintained his indifferent expression, but the reddening tips of his ears showed that he was a lot more hot and bothered than he let on. sakusa stood quietly to the side, leaning against the wall, mask tucked under his chin as if he’d just realized how much the temperature had gone up in the room.

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

"make sure to try different things; there’s multiple ways to make a woman cum. only like a quarter of women experience orgasms just from penetration,” someone made a sound of shock. “yes, the number is that small, bokuto.” 

his fingertip slowly trailed past your belly button, dipping into the mess between your thighs, causing you to slightly arch your back into the solid chest supporting you. “foreplay with the clit is your best bet; even stupid fucks like you probably wouldn’t screw it up too bad.”

hinata opened his mouth to speak, but iwaizumi anticipated his question and continued.

“i know you’re wondering where the clit is. it’s around here, under this hood of skin,” he slid his digit between your labia. “s’not gonna come with a label so you gotta explore a little bit. i know where hers is like the back of my hand, but for you guys, with your girls, you’re gonna have to move your fingers around. slowly. and pay attention to her expressions.” he began to rub in a circular motion around your clit, causing you to make small whimpers of pleasure and shift your hips to meet his movements. 

“if she clenches up or twitches when you feel a certain spot, like this,” your legs flexed as he increased the pressure, “that’s the clit. be kind, it’s not a volleyball. be gentle n’ make small circles, whether it’s with your fingers or your tongue.” 

he thought for a second. “speaking of which, oral’s important. very important. most women cum when they’ve been eaten out, so use your mouths for something more useful than just dirty talk. suck on the clit, maybe tongue-fuck her a ‘lil, but your main focus should always be the clit.”

he removed his hands from your sopping pussy, and you made a pathetic noise of frustration. “’m sorry, baby,” he muttered seductively in your ear. “don’t wanna have you finishing too early. lesson’s barely started.”

he turned his attention back to your audience, his lustful tone being replaced by a more instructional one. “there’s other places that’ll help a woman orgasm, too: her nipples, her neck, her ears—”

“her ears?” sakusa questioned. he blushed profusely as everyone turned to look at him, surprised that he’d opened his mouth. “what? we were all thinking it.”

“s’a valid question,” iwaizumi said. “yeah, you can lick ‘em if they’re sensitive. hers are.” as if to prove his statement, he licked a stripe on the shell of you ear, making you wiggle helplessly at the stimulation. “‘n leave kisses everywhere else. feels good for them just like it does for us.” he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and forcing your movements to stop as he traced patterns with his tongue all around your neck.

“something you should know about an orgasm is that it’s something called a positive feedback loop.” he looked up and was met with five blank stares. shouldn’t have expected anything from these dumb jocks, he lamented. “basically that means that, once you start releasing sexual tension, things will feel better and better until you climax.”

“oh!” atsumu chirped. “like how my sets get better and better throughout a game.”

“no, not really,” he quipped. “your sets suck throughout.” atsumu frowned at that.

iwaizumi exhaled exasperatedly. “the general idea is that the body gets more and more sensitive, muscle contractions become more and more frequent, and touches feel more and more stimulating until you cum. all right?”

they all made noises of understanding except for bokuto and hinata, whose eyes had glazed over at the first mention of an academic term. whatever, iwaizumi thought. they’ll get it through example.

"don’t worry about it too much if you don’t get it, that’s just an orgasm on paper. in practice, though, this is the crucial step: listen to her. she knows what feels good. never forget that you’re just an idiot with a cock.” he took a breath, gathering his thoughts before proceeding with his lecture.

“if she tells you to slow down, you slow down. if she tells you to go harder, you go harder. if she tells you to keep doing what you’re doing, you...”

“keep doing what you’re doing”, they all chimed in at staggered times.

“that’s right. don’t go faster or else you’ll mess up the rhythm and she won’t cum. and you wanna make her cum, don’t you?”

they nodded simultaneously.

“so if you keep up the tempo and force that feels good to her, you’ll be fine. questions?”

suna spoke up. “what about,” he choked on the word. “penetration?”

hinata hummed in agreement and bokuto jumped in. “yeah, what if i wanna make her cum on my cock?”

iwaizumi made a weird face. “that’s some pretty advanced stuff, but i guess i can go over it. when you try it, though, you have to be patient. with both of your bodies. s’not rocket science but s’not always easy. also it depends on the woman but sometimes she physically won’t be able to finish from penetration alone. just make sure you’re communicating.”

his swirled two fingers over your hole before shoving them in, your wetness making it easy for him to thrust in and out as your entrance stretched to accommodate him. “f—fuck!” your eyes flew open at the intrusion and you body lurched forward, but you were held back by his strong forearm. “ohmygod, oh my g—ah! feels s’good haji, s’good!”

“i know, baby, i know. you’re taking it so well.” he turned his attention back to the men, each of who were gulping heavily. if that didn’t signal to you that they were evidently affected by your moans, the way they shifted in their workout shorts did.

“boys, focus.” he curled his fingertips, brushing at the spongy spot at the top of your walls, ripping a pleasured wail from your throat and causing tears to prick at your eyelashes. “when you’re fingering her, you’ll feel an area inside that’s a bit soft and squishy. that’s the g-spot.”

you trembled in his arms as he mercilessly struck the same place over and over again with his fingers. “when you’re fucking her, try to keep the pressure building there, but it’ll be harder to make her finish since you can’t see what you’re doing.”

your breath hitched as iwaizumi’s incessant movements brought your body tantalizingly close to your release. he suddenly stopped and you almost sobbed in disappointment, until he plunged his fingers impossibly deeper.

a guttural scream of ecstasy came from within you, and your eyes rolled back as he began playing with another part of you, your body putty in his hands. “hngh, haji, ah! so good, s’good...” you threw your hands back around his neck, nails digging into the skin as you desperately tried to keep yourself grounded. your soft moans filled the air.

“stop clenching,” he hissed. “can barely move my hand.” you tried to relax but failed miserably as the tips of his fingers grazed your cervix. 

“holy fuck,” suna muttered. “you’re a god.”

“she sounds so pretty,” atsumu said in amazement.

“i wanna make a girl feel good like that, too!” bokuto sulked.

“you can do it, bokuto!” hinata hit him on the arm. “just listen to iwaizumi. clearly he knows what he’s talking about.” 

their eyes refocused on your figure, writhing in pleasure, prompting white hot waves of arousal to pool in their stomachs. 

“yeah,” sakusa said. “clearly.”

“stop talking,” iwaizumi ordered. “and listen. beyond the g-spot is the cervix, which is basically the end of the vagina. if you’re long enough,” he briefly scanned each of their faces, “which i’m sure you are, you’ll be able to reach it if you bottom out.”

“haji—hajime, please.” the stimulation was coming absolutely unbearable, and you could tell he was sadistically holding you at the edge, refusing to give you the satisfaction of finishing. “lemme cum, please. please lemme cum, please, please, i can’t—i can’t take it ‘nymore!”

“what was that? you can’t take it anymore? gonna cum?” you helplessly bobbed your head up and down, hoping that he’d give you permission. “well,” he growled, “we can’t have that happening, can we?”

he abruptly halted his thrusts, pulling his fingers out of you with an embarrassing squelch and popping them into his mouth. pearly tears rolled down your cheeks as you grieved the loss of contact and relief.

your viewers looked on in horror, feeling immense sympathy for you; you just looked so dejected from being denied yet another orgasm.

“why didn’t you—why didn’t you let her cum?” bokuto asked.

“why do you think?” iwaizumi snapped. “don’t want you guys to see her when she does. that’s for me, and only me.”

“oh, okay,” he responded, disgruntlement clear in his voice.

iwaizumi’s glare could cut glass, it was so sharp. the possessiveness that had enveloped his mind made him hyperfocus on just one thought: being alone with you. “so, any other questions? if not, we’re done here.”

you pouted at that, not wanting the demonstration to be over. “but haji,” you mumbled into his collarbone. “i di’nt get to cum. and i wanna.” you looked up at him, eyes wide with want. “please make me cum.”

iwaizumi sent a harsh glance to the players that nonverbally communicated his message loud and clear: get out. they shuffled awkwardly out of the locker room due to the hardness between their legs that they would most definitely need to deal with soon.

your boyfriend turned his attention back to you. “’m sorry, i know i had to deny you a bunch of times. i just really hated the idea of anyone but me seeing the cute way you look when you cum.”

you made a small noise of acknowledgement and a little whisper of it’s okay, haji. he looked down, sensing the way your poor, desperate cunt was pulsing around nothing, the erotic sight injecting him with the pure need to ravage you.

he shifted his head to kiss you passionately. “why don’t i make it up to you?” he breathed between your parted lips before picking you up by the backs of your thighs, forcing you to lock your ankles around his waist. 

he delicately situated you onto one of the recovery beds at the back of the room, before murmuring something that made your pussy throb in anticipation: “i’ll make you cum whichever way you want, however many times you want, all right? all you gotta do is lay back and take it.”

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