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bonez-and-gutz · 1 year ago

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dumb boys, bad decisions, and clubs

hi!! this is part of my yamaguchi centric fanfic, it’s not finished but there will be updates!

THIS IS A RARE PAIR POLY FIC!!

WARNING!!! NSFW themes and descriptions of infidelity, panic attacks, and BAD coping mechanisms (don’t do anything tadashi does)

word count: 11,663

parings : tsukishima kei x yamaguchi tadashi, oikawa tooru x tershima yuuji x kuroo tetsurou x yamaguchi tadashi, tsukishima kei x oc

DESCRIPTION:

Yamaguchi Tadashi has it all: a full ride to his top college plus a sports scholarship, captain of his high school volleyball club, straight A’s, and the perfect boyfriend.

So when he sees the new first year manager on her knees between his boyfriend’s legs, he does what any sane person would do.

He fucks some of his old volleyball rivals.

NSFW warnings: infidelity, oral sex, foursome (mxmxmxm), fingering, anal sex, dom/sub dynamics, hair pulling, dacryphilia, overstimulation, everyone but tadashi is a switch, restraints, multiple orgasms, rough sex

tadashi is of legal age, just not of legal drinking age

hope you enjoy!!

Wind sifts in and out of the open gymnasium. Various pairs of volleyball shoes squeak and scuff up the worn wooden floor. A soft breeze briefly cools off the red-faced teenagers practicing hard inside.

If one were to glance into the building, one would see fifteen high school boys practicing their hardest, bodies being pushed to their limits. After all, competition season is only a few months away and they are going to nationals this year.

"Shoyo, here!" A loud and masculine voice yells out.

"On it!" With a quick movement, the boy sprints across the court only to slam his hand against the ball arcing through the air. He hits it with a scary kind of precision that causes the first years on the other side of the net to cower at the fear of being hit.

"Fuck yeah!" Hinata yells out at his victory with red cheeks and a heaving chest. Kageyama gives the boy a hard and enthusiastic high-five in congratulations.

"How was that, captain?"

Yamaguchi smiles at his friend's bond, "Amazing! Your freak set is getting freakier by the year!" He compliments.

The freckled boy (more like man) walks over to the basket full of volleyballs and grabs one from the pile. His kouhais across the court gulp, they know what's coming, it happens every practice.

Standing in the middle of the court, just behind the boundary line, Tadashi lets out a deep breath. He spins the ball in his hands once, twice, a final time. With a hefty toss, the ball ascends into the air and Yamaguchi runs toward it, eyes intense and focused.

Almost.

Now!

As the ball hits its crest, he swings his right arm back expertly and palms the volleyball perfectly. He can practically smell the fear that radiates from the first years that cower on the other side of the net. The ball goes sailing past the net and the third-year holds his breath, hoping that the serve made it in. It starts to arc toward one of the first years near the corner of the court and Tadashi lets out a "Woohoo!!" at his almost perfect jump float serve.

The kids on the other side scramble to receive the ball. Number 3, a tall kid named Nirai Kenji (who reminds Yamaguchi a little bit too much of his former teammate Azumane Asahi) dives for the ball, his forearms make contact but the force of the spin causes the ball to shoot toward another teammate who ducks in surprise while shrieking like a goose. Tadashi smiles.

He prides himself on his serves and he's certainly gotten better since his first year. Tadashi's strength lies not in the power of his serves, but in the precision and technique. He prefers to spend hours honing his skill than going to the gym to gain muscles for force.

"Wooo!! Nice goin' cap'n!" Shoyo yells out, clapping his hands together. Tadashi bashly smiles at the praise, not used to the attention even while being the team captain.

He huffs happily and walks over to pick up another ball, “we’re doing this until one of you receives it back to me!” The first years groaned in response. Tadashi, Shoyo, and Tobio just laugh at the newbies’ mild annoyance. Even Hitoka chuckles at them.

While getting ready to set up his nth serve of the day, Tadashi spots a blonde head of hair coming through the door, though he almost misses the short first year nervously trailing behind him. Tadashi narrows his eyes slightly.

“Kei! You asshole, where have you been? Practice is halfway over already,” the captain questions his boyfriend. Tsukki just tuts at him.

“Mr. Nakamoto held me back, had to talk to me about university bullshit.” Yamaguchi narrows his eyes slightly, ’that shouldn’t take an hour and a half…’

Tadashi attempts to shrug it off but then remembers that all of the third years in the volleyball club had met with the counselors at the same time to prevent a missed practice. “Wait, but didn’t you-“

“Yo beanpole, get your ass over here and block for us,” Shoyo yells at Tsukki, eager to work on his precision spikes. Kei walks over to the eager ginger and adjusts his sports glasses. Even after all these years of knowing Kei and playing volleyball with him, Tadashi can’t help but snicker at the sports glasses. They make Kei look like a toddler who just got their first pair of glasses.

He sighs in response to his boyfriend’s aloof demeanor, having thought that the two of them had gotten past that wall of Tsukishima’s vulnerability. Upset at the interruption of Shoyo’s eagerness to practice, Tadashi huffs and walks back over to the cart full of volleyballs. A feeling of uneasiness settles in his gut, and he attempts to refocus his mind by hitting a multitude of difficult serves, but he just can’t get rid of that gruelingly gross feeling.

A few more hours of practice go by and at this point, Tadashi can’t feel the sting on his numbingly red hands. With sweat-soaked hair and clothes, he meanders his way over to the bench and grabs his dedicated towel.

He wipes himself off and grabs his icy cold water bottle, the condensation bringing back the stinging feeling that had left his hands hours ago. He lets his body relax into the cool bench as the metal creaks slightly underneath his weight. His shoulders sag down as he breathes heavily through open-mouthed pants.

Even after hours of grueling practice, Tadashi just can’t get Kei off of his mind, and it’s not for the normal hot boyfriend plus horny teenage boy reasons.

Something about him has been seeming off the past few weeks, maybe even a month now. He's been distant, cold, and dismissive. Tadashi haasn’t seen Kei like this since they were in middle school and Tadashi had his first kiss with an upperclassman right when Kei had planned to confess.

Not to mention the fact that Tadashi hasn’t had a good dicking since the start of April and it’s already halfway through June.

Being a third-year high school student guarantees a busy schedule, especially when you’re involved in clubs but Tadashi knows the ins and outs of Kei’s schedule. Suddenly, all of his free time seems to become preoccupied with everything but his needy and attractive volleyball captain of a boyfriend. Tadashi is just so entirely over it.

Taking another swig from his water bottle, Tadashi can see Tobio and Shoyo messing around in the corner. Sweaty, smiling faces entirely too close together and hands wandering to places that are not acceptable for out in the open.

He lets out a small frustrated puff, fully knowing that once practice is over the disgustingly cute couple will high-tail it out of the gym and straight to Tobio’s empty house where they will probably only resurface to the outside world to get water and food. And maybe a shower.

Tadashi decides that he’s going to use their tiny little horny brains to his advantage. Clapping his hands together loudly to draw everyone’s attention to him, he stands up to face the rest of the Karasuno Volleyball Club. His eyes scan the room and he quickly notes in his head that he doesn’t see his boyfriend in the crowd of sweaty teenagers.

“Alright! Practice for today is over and because I am your incredibly gracious captain, none of you have to stay after to clean!” He announces, throwing his arms out like the ringleader of a circus.

A chorus of excited hoots and hollers follow his announcement as all of his underclassmen scramble to grab their stuff. They sprint off to the locker room, eager to change out of their sweaty practice clothes and hang out for the rest of the night.

“Enjoy your freedom of a Friday night!” Tadashi calls after the gaggle of teenage boys.

Once the gym has cleared out for the most part, Tadashi walks to the volleyball cart and wheels it around the gym. He picks up stray volleyball after stray volleyball and tosses them into the bin. As he cleans, his teammates start to file out of the locker room. He says his goodbyes to all of them and makes sure to poke fun at the first years as they leave.

Hitoka finishes packing up her notes from practice and waves goodbye to Tadashi, “Goodnight Tada-kun! Have a good weekend.”

Tadashi waves back at her with a smile. Ever since she started dating Kiyoko there has been a shift in her demeanor. Hitoka has always been kind and bubbly, but even more so now. Once he’s finished picking up the volleyballs and the gym has cleared out for the night, Tadashi starts to wheel the ball cart over to the storage room doors.

“Well, looks like it’s just you and me Kei,” he turns to his side, expecting the tall teen to be near the entrance to the locker room but sees no evidence of him. Tadashi does a slow spin and scans his surroundings, concluding that he’s been left alone for the night.

“Goddammit!” He mutters under his breath, now left to clean up the mess by himself. Tadashi thought that at least Kei would stay back like they did last year. Cleaning time was more than just mopping on most days. He goes to his pocket to grab the storage room key when he notices the door is open, Weird. I thought I locked it up earlier.

His thoughts are interrupted by a loud moan coming from the closet. A moan he knows the sound of like he knows the back of his hand. His cheeks flush a brilliant pink as his heartbeat suddenly speeds up. With his shorts a little tighter than they were five minutes ago, Tadashi pushes the door open with a dopey smile, “Wow Kei-chan, couldn’t wait until we got home, huh?”

The third year is stopped dead in his tracks as he sees the first-year manager, Jinso Sidero, on her knees between Kei’s thighs, his shorts down with one hand tangled in her brown hair and the other tugging on her loosened uniform bow. Her skirt is pulled up over her hips, exposing her lacy underwear and her shirt and school blazer are strewn across the floor a few feet away from the couple.

Tadashi’s eyes widen as he looks at Kei, whose face displays a show of perfect, cheating pleasure. Kei opens his eyes to see his boyfriend and jumps, causing the girl sucking him off to gag at the sudden pressure. She makes a noise that can be interpreted as “What?”

“Shit!” Kei yells out as he makes eye contact with the shorter man.

“What the fuck?” Tadashi stumbles back into the door, his weight causing the door to swing back. The lack of backing causes him to fall sprawled out onto the gymnasium floor. Tears immediately spring up and his stomach lurches, absolutely nauseated. Without missing a beat, he scrambles up, runs to grab his bag, and sprints out of the gym.

Tadashi doesn’t look back.

Desperate, Kei tries to awkwardly run after him, shorts and boxers now pulled up. He gives up once he realizes that Tadashi is long gone.

“Fuck!” This is his first thought once he’s processed what happened. The frustrated blonde pulls at his hair and curses again. He looks to Sidero and without a beat, picks up her clothing, aggressively before haphazardly dressing her, and unceremoniously shoving her out of the storage closet.

“Babe wha-” the door slams shut before Sidero can finish her sentence. Kei slides down the other side of the door with his fists bunching up the fabric of his shorts so hard that his knuckles turn white.

He never planned for Tadashi to find out…

Tadashi’s chest is tight and it feels like a million bricks are being smashed into his head. His feet feel like they’re on fire but he pays hardly any attention to the gnawing pain. The brisk summer night kisses his face as the rushing wind dries the tears rolling down his cheeks.

By the time he’s reached his front door, Tadashi can’t breathe. He attempts to take huge, gasping breaths but the exhales just come out as broken sobs. He can barely see through the tears and his nose is clogged with snot. He breathes as violently as the rushing thoughts come in and out of his head.

What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck? What just happened? Was Kei really cheating on me? Of course he was, look at what they were doing you fuckwad!

His hands shake harshly as he fumbles with the keys in front of him, fingers sweaty and vision blurred. It takes him three tries before he’s finally able to find the right key and open the front door. Once inside, his body works on autopilot while his brain goes a million miles a minute.

Was I not good enough? Did I not satisfy him? Did he leave me because he can’t deal with someone like me? Of course he chose her, just look at her. Was I that bad? Why wasn’t I good enough?!

He stumbles his way upstairs, tripping up the steps and slamming into the wall on the way up. Both his backpack and his volleyball bag slide down his shoulders and off his arms. A loud thwump is registered in the back of Tadashi’s mind as the bags slump down the stairs, articles of clothes slip out of the half-zipped pratice bag.

Grappling with the handle on his bedroom door, he slams it shut behind him, thankful that his parents are out for the weekend. Bleary-eyed and stumbling, he makes it to the ensuite and practically wipes the countertop clean in the search for his Atarax. As soon as he spots the familiar orange bottle, he swipes it and begins the struggle to open it.

“Stupid fucking child safety caps!”

He’s just about to open to orange pill bottle when the familiar feeling of bile rushing up into his throat causes him to drop the medicine and toss himself over the open toilet bowl.

Scorching tears run down his face as everything he ate comes up until it’s nothing but stomach acid and spit. His shoulders shake with how violent the heaving is and his fingers ache from his vice-like grip on the porcelain toilet. Once he’s sure that everything has been emptied and that gut-wrenching feeling has finally subsided, he reaches up a shaky hand to flush the toilet.

Tadashi wipes his mouth and sits back on his knees before immediately grabbing and opening the rattling bottle of meds. Once the trusty green pills are in his hand, he collapses to the floor in a sobbing heap and dry swallows five of them. Four more than he needs.

The gross taste of slightly dissolved medicine sits unpleasantly on his tongue as Tadashi drags himself to the edge of the alcove before using all his might to turn on the cold water. He heaves himself up over the side of the tub and flops down into it.

Icy droplets of freezing cold water soak through his hair, shorts, and t-shirt, while burning hot tears soak the skin of his face and hands. His body shakes severely, and loud sobs echo throughout the shower as he grips his hair hard enough to rip it out. With white knuckles and red eyes, he lays down on his side and shivers.

Tadashi makes no moves to change the temperature of the water.

All he thinks about is what he’d done wrong, what he had done to deserve this. Memories circle through his mind, seven years' worth of friendship and five of which worth of dating washed down the drain.

Tadashi thought they would move in together after high school. That they’d get a house together and even have kids. That they would grow old together. They simply were just meant to be. Call him naive but Tadashi thought that his first love would be the love of his life. Even the first time they met was like something out of a television show or a movie.

Little Tadashi was being picked on by some bigger kids due to his small size and shy nature. They’d been shoving poor ten-year-old Tadashi around, rummaging through his bookbag and making fun of his cute drawings and doodles, even going so far as to tell him he’d never be able to play volleyball if he kept being small like that (though it’s not like Tadashi really had any control over when and how tall he grew...)

Tears had just started to spill from the young boy’s eyes when he heard an annoyed voice ‘tch’ at the sight.

“Can’t you guys pick on someone your own size? I mean, come on now. It’s pathetic.” Tadashi looked up to see a tall blonde-haired boy with the thickest glasses he’d ever seen looming over him and his bullies. His eyes widen exponentially at the sight of this new person, who he immediately recognizes as the tall scary boy from his class.

On the first day of school, Tadashi was instantly terrified of him as he was all of four foot nothing whilst Tsukki had been almost five feet tall already. While his brain processed what had come out of Tsukki’s mouth, the three boys that had been beating on him immediately stiffened up and ran off with nothing more than a measly squeal. Once sure that his tormenters were long gone, Tadashi calmly stood up, gathered his things, and walked over to the (even then) tall blonde boy.

“Thank you so much!” He yells as he bends at the waist, eyes closed tight and arms by his side. He stays that way until he hears a small “tch.”

“Get up. You don’t need to thank me. Next time, do it yourself,” the taller rudely tells Tadashi off with a roll of his eyes and turns to start walking away.

Noticing the white tennis shoes leave his vision, Tadashi straightens up and scrambles after the blonde. He runs ahead of him and stops in front of him, panting slightly.

“What’s…what’s your name?” Tadashi manages to puff out, hands resting on his knees as he attempts to catch his breath. A silent moment passes between them and as the silence continues to fill the air, a knot of anxiousness starts growing in Tadashi’s stomach at the lack of an answer.

Nervous, he stood back up to his full height again and stared directly into those smart yellow eyes.

“Tsukishima Kei,” the little elementary-aged Tsukki answered him with an aloof expression.

“I’m Yamaguchi Tadashi,” he smiled back, eyes full of happiness.

From then on, the two had been entirely inseparable. The boys spent almost every single waking moment together. They had countless sleepovers, video game sessions, playful volleyball matches, and smiles.

By the time they’d hit middle school, the dynamic between the two shifted, to what, neither knew at the time. Gone were the small smiles and days of personal space. The two boys would stare at each other whenever they thought the other wasn’t looking, eyes full of want and love. Each of them found every single excuse to touch each other, whether it was a brush of the fingers, a small kick, or even the occasional full-blown hug.

Tadashi was twelve years old when he realized that he liked boys. Terrified and scared, he went to his best friend with tears in his eyes and shaking hands with the expectation that Tsukki would beat him up and call him a fairy or even a slur.

Instead, he got unconditional love and support along with the confession that Tsukki was actually gay as well. With that knowledge, Yamaguchi finally spilled to Tsukki that he had a huge crush on their upperclassman and volleyball club captain, Kazuhira Hayate.

The day that Yamaguchi got his first kiss from Kazuhira was the day that he and Tsukishima started dating. Tsukki walked briskly to the gymnasium, a letter in a pink envelope grasped so tightly in his left hand that the paper threatened to rip, and a bouquet of Tadashi’s favourite flower and walked in on Yamaguchi getting his first kiss. Tsukki felt so betrayed and upset that he threw the beautiful bouquet of pink camellias to the ground with a sharp ‘thwap!’ The pink letter followed soon thereafter.

Startled by the sound, Tadashi broke from the kiss and turned to see Kei running hurriedly out of the classroom, hands wiping his face as the dam of tears broke. Without another thought, Tadashi picked up the forgotten items and sprinted behind his best friend.

Once Tadashi had finally caught up with Kei, he could see the taller boy’s puffy eyes and red nose clearly, he could even see the little tears that threatened to spill over. Arguing and yelling ensued afterward until finally, finally, Kei grabbed the letter he’d written. He ripped it open without remorse and read it, bleary-eyed and embarrassed. It was then that they had their first kiss together and it marked the beginning of a relationship that Tadashi thought would last until the stars collided.

How naive he was, Tadashi can’t help but ponder over the innocence of their beginning. It certainly feels like the stars collided now. As if the entire universe was pulling the Earth closer and closer to the Sun until everything was wiped out in a brilliant display of white light.

He struggles to sit up in the tub. With his entire body shaking from the cold and the panic running through his system, it’s difficult to do anything. With tremoring hands, he reaches over and turns off the water but makes no moves to leave the tub.

He just sits there.

Crying.

By the time he’s calmed himself down enough to leave the cold safety of the bathtub, the window outside tells him that the sun has set. It's been at least an hour and a half since he caught his (assumingly now ex) boyfriend getting sucked off by what Yamaguchi used to think was the innocent new first-year manager.

He wants to forget. Tadashi wants to take out his brain and cut away the memory of that experience and throw it straight into the garbage disposal.

But, he can’t do that. He can, however, do the next best thing.

It’s good that he still has the fake ID that Shoyo made him get.

Head still buzzing, Tadashi strips off the soaking wet clothes and throws them into a plopping, sopping wet pile on the bathroom tile. He turns the shower back on and washes away his anxiety, now coming up with various ways he can score a stranger and one night stand his problems away for twelve hours.

Once finished with his shower, he towels himself off and picks out the sluttiest outfit that he owns. The tight high-waisted black pants show off the fat curve of his ass and display his strong thighs from years of volleyball conditioning. He leaves the top three buttons of his flowy white blouse open to showcase his collarbones and unmarked neck.

Tadashi is almost one hundred percent sure this outfit will warrant him a good fuck or at the very least, a makeout session steamy enough to fog up the mirror in his brain. He styles his hair so that it frames his face. A little bit of shimmery eyeshadow decorates his lids and a swipe of eyeliner extends the natural shape of his dark brown eyes. A dab of highlighter enunciates his features.

As he walks out of the bathroom, Tadashi glances at the photo sitting proudly and undisturbed on his desk.

It was captured when he and Kei had their third anniversary, a week after Kei’s fifteenth birthday. They were at a park between their houses and they were smiling brightly in the picture, faces full of glee and love.

Tadashi walks over to the photo and chucks it into the trash to be forever forgotten in a pile of pencil shavings and messed-up chemistry notes. He grabs his keys off the floor of his bedroom and trudges downstairs, not bothering to move the two bags at various places of descension.

With a final huff, he opens his front door and slams it shut behind him. He locks it before turning around and making his way into town on foot.

The cool summer breeze nips and kisses his face as he walks down the sidewalk. His eyes search the streets, looking for anything to focus on. He settles on the girls in front of him. They’re probably around sixteen and they still have their school uniforms on, they probably just finished with cram school and are headed for some light-hearted fun. Probably karaoke.

As Tadashi walks, the night continues, the bright lights of the stars dimmed from the light pollution of Miyagi’s city-like town center. A familiar greenish-blue glow shines on his face, the neon glow inviting him back into a club he hasn’t been to in years.

The last time he came here, he was sixteen and he and Tsukishima were trying to get as fucked up as they possibly could to erase the image of the two of them walking in on Coach Ukai and Takeda fucking in the club room.

Without another moment, Tadashi pulls out his fake ID and walks up to the bouncer. The burly man in front of the door barely gives a glance at it before letting him through. As soon as Tadashi crosses the threshold, the smell of sweat, booze, and sex fill the air, and God is he ready to join the people dancing away on the dance floor.

He heads straight to the bar and orders an amaretto with pineapple juice. The sweet bartender smiles at him, recognizing the distress on his face. She also notes that he probably wants to get fucked up. Fruity drinks are the best way to do so.

“Bad day?” She questions as she pours juice into the liqueur.

“Fuck, you could say that,” he responds back, his excited smile turning into a grimace.

“What happened?” She grabs a little umbrella and uses it as a stir stick, hoping that the cute little garnish will help brighten Tadashi’s day a little bit.

“I just caught my boyfriend of five years cheating on me.”

“Shit. Well, it’s a good thing I made this one a bit heavy-handed. Go out there and show him what he’s missing, yeah?” She finishes off the conversation and slides the drink over the counter.

Tadashi glances down at her name tag, “thanks Yukio.”

He leans against the bar and looks around the room, taking in the sight of people of various genders and sexualities grinding and dancing against each other to the beat of the music. In less than five minutes, he’s already almost finished with the fruity cocktail and is two shots of tequila away from going to the dance floor.

He turns back to Yukio to order said shots of tequila and closes his tab for the night, giving her a generous tip as a thanks. He forgoes the salt and slams back the first shot, not even bothering to suck on the lime wedge served with it.

He takes the second one like it’s intended to, the lime leaving a pleasant sting in his mouth. Without another thought, Tadashi fixes his blouse and heads out onto the dance floor.

Once he’s there, he loses himself in the music. Running his hands up and down his body and through his hair, he mouths along to the lyrics of Kai’s ‘Mmmh.’ his hips move to the music. He’s so caught up in his own world that he doesn’t notice the multitude of hungry eyes staring at him from across the club, the lovely mix of alcohol and his meds muffling his mind.

Oikawa can’t believe his eyes. He never expected Yamaguchi to come to Secrets on a Friday night, especially since it seems that he came on his own.

The tall brunet saw him come in, full of disbelief until the little freckles scattered across the younger man’s face confirmed what he hoped was true. Tadashi Yamaguchi walked into Miyagi’s only gay bar.

Alone.

Oikawa looked around when Tadashi came in, expecting that someone had been waiting for him but he saw no sight of any of the Karasuno third years.

Next to him, Kuroo is talking up a gaggle of girls, playfully flirting with them with no intention of taking them home. He came into this outing with the mindset that he was going to be buried balls deep in Tooru once they got home. Tooru nudges the black haired man’s shoulder, drawing his attention away from the giggling girls.

“Hey, babe. What’s up?” Tetsurou questions his almost-boyfriend. Oikawa points to the dance floor where Tadashi is uncaringly grinding his ass against the crotch of a man with strong arms and a gross, sweaty face.

“Look Tetsu, it’s our little pinch server. He’s all grown up!” Tooru points out the younger boy to Tetsurou and the man squints his eyes.

Tooru leans up to Tetsu’s ear, “And he’s all alone.” As the sentence is processed in Kuroo’s head, a large smirk curls unto his face.

“Well then, I guess this old cat is going to pounce.” Oikawa rolls his eyes and urges Kuroo to go tell Terushima.

“Tell him to meet us on the dance floor, let’s see how this night goes,” Tooru finishes as he downs the rest of his whiskey, the cool liquid burning his throat as it goes and he walks onto the dance floor. As he gets closer he sees the small smile on Tadashi’s face and he can’t help but admire just how pretty he’s gotten.

When Oikawa first saw Yamaguchi during Aoba Johsai’s practice match with Karasuno, he was immediately stricken with the boy. He was decidedly disappointed when he saw Yamaguchi give Tsukishima a celebratory kiss after Karasuno scored the match point.

So, like any logical teenager, he moped about it to Iwaizumi until he got fed up with Oikawa’s shenanigans and shoved Oikawa onto Kuroo and Terushima.

By the time Yuuji and Tetsurou met Karasuno for the first time they knew pretty much everything there was to know about Tadashi. His height, his favourite food, his relationship with Tsukishima, his position, and almost everything else.

The three of them finally talked about their mutual attraction to Yamaguchi during a party thrown at Matsukawa’s house after the inter-high preliminaries where a game of spin the bottle threw up feelings that all three of them had been pushing down since middle school.

That night was the first that marked the mutually beneficial relationship that the three of them had which consisted of fucking, cuddling, and being almost-but-not-quite-boyfriends.

Then, Tadashi had just been a cute little first year that all three of them wanted to ruin so badly. They wanted to fuck and love him so thoroughly that he would never want anyone else. The Tadashi that Tooru sees in from of him is different.

This Tadashi’s face is thinner, his jawbone sharp enough to carve marble and his creamy skin practically begs for Oikawa to sink his teeth into the flesh. His cheeks are covered in a healthy glow of pink, the alcohol tinting his fair skin. His thighs have gotten bigger, more muscular but still lean. No doubt from practising every day for hours on end. Along with his thighs, his ass also filled out. Oikawa can feel his mouth watering at the thought of what it would look like marked up and covered in something less than PG.

Without another thought, he shoves himself in between Tadashi and the ogre-like man behind him and sends said man a glare that says “fuck off or I’ll castrate you.” The man looks at Oikawa, a little perturbed, and leaves without a word.

Tooru places his hands on Tadashi’s hips and guides them back to grind the younger’s ass against his clothed dick.

He then leans his head close to Tadashi’s ear, “Hey, baby. Long time no see?”

Tadashi recognizes the voice as soon as it enters his ears and he lets out a breathy “fuck” before turning himself around in Oikawa’s arms to face him.

“Hey pretty, what are you doing here?” Tooru questions him, genuinely curious. At the inquiry, Tadashi groans and buries his face into the crook of Tooru’s neck. He inhales deeply, taking an extra long whiff of the cologne Oikawa had sprayed on earlier.

“Kei cheated on me. I just want to forget for a while,” he mumbles into his shoulder. Oikawa looks down at him in surprise, not expecting that news but welcoming it wholeheartedly.

He smiles, “Would you like us to help you forget?”

Tadashi looks up questioningly, “Us?”

Oikawa then points over to Yuuji and Tetsurou, who are currently making their way across the dance floor, awkwardly dancing their way through people.

Tadashi looks up at him and pleads, “Yes. Oh God, please.”

Tooru smirks, “Good choice.” He then spins the boy around once more and presses his hand against Tadashi’s lower stomach, pushing their hips together. Then, he leans his head down and bites lightly at his neck. Tadashi groans in pleasure at the feeling, his head lolling back against Tooru’s shoulder.

With closed eyes, Tadashi allows himself to get lost in the feeling of Oikawa’s hands and lips on his body. He feels like there’s a fire burning between his legs and his head feels fuzzy in the best way. Two new pairs of hands find purchase on his body, one hand sliding underneath the open collar of his shirt to run over the expanse of his chest.

He opens his eyes to see two pairs of eyes, one the colour of roasted almonds and the other a piercing yellow. Testsurou stands in front of him, hands squeezing Tadashi’s thighs and caressing his lower stomach while Yuuji uses his cold hands to tease his chest. Without another beat, Tadashi raises his right arm and grabs a fistful of Yuuji’s dyed hair and smashes their lips together.

The kiss is open-mouthed and messy and definitely not the best kiss Tadashi’s had but at that moment it felt like he was lip-locked with Eros himself.

Eagerly, Yuuji kisses him back with a slight smirk, his tongue piercing causing a weird but pleasurable sensation. The hand that was under Tadashi’s shirt drags itself across his chest and lightly tweaks his nipple. Yuuji’s eyebrows elevate slightly as his fingertips feel the distinct coldness of a steel piercing.

“Fuck!” Tadashi moans, his hips jolting as he throws his head back. As the kiss breaks, a lewd string of saliva connects their lips together.

Yuuji is in no rush to tell the other two men about his discovery of Tadashi’s naughty nipple piercings. Tetsurou leans over and laps at the saliva before bringing his lips to meet Yuuji’s. The two men make out heatedly, licking and nipping and kissing at each other in ways that have Tadashi rutting his ass back into Tooru’s dick carelessly.

Tooru breaks his lips from Tadashi’s neck, “does that turn you on baby? Seeing two hot guys making out in front of you, sharing your spit?”

Tadashi breathlessly nods his head in response and Tooru tuts at him.

“Use your words baby.”

Tadashi swallows the lump in his throat, “I love it, sir.”

Tooru’s eyes widen at the title before his lips stretch out into a Cheshire-like grin. He pushes Tetsurou’s hands off of the younger and the black haired man gives little resistance as he is too busy swallowing Yuuji’s tongue.

Tooru lightly drags his hands from Tadashi’s hips down over his stomach and to the tops of his thighs. Teasingly, he splays his fingers and brushes oh so gently at the sides of Tadashi’s groin. Yuuji notices the movement and once again squeezes his nipple.

“Hnn..fuck me!” Tadashi keens with closed eyes, his resolve dissipating even more as his body is teased and tweaked at by the men that he has had secret crushes on since his first year.

“Since you asked so nicely,” Tooru responds teasingly.

“Open your eyes for me, pet.”

Tadashi opens his eyes and is once again met with the sight of pretty amber ones, but these eyes are shaded by a pair of thick glasses.

“Kei?” He questions, pulling away slightly from Tooru’s hold. Tetsurou follows Tadashi’s eye line to see Kei standing there, mouth agape and eyes wide.

Kei had gone to the club for the same reason Tadashi did: to forget. What he didn’t expect was to see the boy he cheated on dancing with (practically fucking) three of the hottest people that Kei had ever seen. If the blonde thought they were hot as celebrities in high school, then now all three of them were like gods.

“C’mon baby, let’s give that cheater a show,” Yuuji tells Tadashi with a smirk before pinching and tweaking at the younger’s peaked nipples, causing a hearty moan to leave his throat as Tadashi keeps eye contact with Kei.

Tooru moves his hands to palm over Tadashi’s clothed dick and he ruts up into the touch.

Tetsurou had joined Tooru behind him and began to leave marks of his own.

Tadashi, all consumed by the feelings that they’re leaving on his body, doesn’t realize that Kei had stormed off with a red face and eyes full of hurt.

He just wants more of everything that they’re giving him.

“Please. Please fuck me. Take me home and ruin me, please,” Tadashi begs the three of them with lidded eyes, his brows furrowed and face flushed. Tetsurou, Tooru, and Yuuji all share a single look and without saying a single word, they all know each other’s thoughts.

Wordlessly, all but Tetsurou break away from him and Tadashi whines at the loss of stimulation. Said man leads him across the dance floor, assisting the boy through the clusters and crowds of dancing people and out of the club. Tooru goes to quickly collect their things while Yuuji closes the tab they racked up.

The late night summer air kisses Tadashi’s cheeks and he takes a deep breath in through his nose and exhales it out his mouth. He looks up at Tetsurou who is standing next to him, phone in hand. Tadashi can make out the loading screen for Uber.

Ah, responsible as ever.

Without the three pairs of hands on his body, the musty smell of alcohol and weed, the blaring music, and the hot bodies all around him, Tadashi can think properly.

He hasn’t seen any of the boys since Yuuji graduated high school last year (Tadashi was invited to his grad party). They’ve all changed so much since that fleeting night that he can’t really remember. Yuuji had brought out enough edibles to render all of them useless for fifteen hours so that night is mostly a blur.

They all look…older. Now Tadashi can really see how much of an adult Tetsurou looks like. His jaw is defined and his cheekbones are higher than Suna on a Saturday. His eyes are the same dangerously seductive yellow that he remembers but now they have a layer of maturity to them.

Tadashi knows that this is probably a stupid decision, in a lot of ways. He’s sleeping with people that know Tsukki and all of their friends and he’s doing it all at once. Tadashi can also tell that there is some sort of existing relationship between Yuuji, Tetsurou, and Tooru but he can’t tell exactly what it is. He’d hate to be the one to come between a relationship, even more so after he’s been cheated on.

That thought brings him back to why he is doing this.

Tsukishima Kei, his boyfriend of five years, cheated on him with their first-year manager. Suddenly, Tadashi doesn’t care. He doesn’t care that Tsukishima was hurt at the sight of Tadashi having fun and getting the pleasure he’s been missing for almost two and a half months.

Tsukishima Kei does not deserve Tadashi’s forgiveness or his time and so Tadashi concludes to himself that he’s going to fuck three hot men tonight and deal with everything tomorrow morning.

Like an adult.

Tadashi looks back up at Tetsurou and admires the way that the blueish light highlights his features. The tall man looks down at him and Tadashi wills himself not to avert eye contact.

“I know, I know, I’m devastatingly handsome. Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Tetsurou winks and Tadashi laughs at his response and walks up close to him, a plan in mind.

He puts a hand on Tetsu’s shoulder and tilts his head up, “Whatever you want, Captain,” he then pushes up onto his toes and connects their lips together into a sensual kiss. Tetsurou groans deeply into the kiss, the name tickling him in the recesses of his perverted brain. Tadashi can feel Tetsurou’s teeth scraping his bottom lip as the kiss gets deeper.

A low, teasing whistle sounds out, interrupting the intimate moment. The two pull away from each other to see Tooru and Yuuji standing there with dopey smiles and knowing eyes plastered on their stupidly smug faces.

“All worked up over a little kiss? Testu~ you’re losing your touch!” Tooru teases the slightly taller man as he eyes the erection that’s starting to press through Tetsurou’s slacks.

Tetsurou shoves Tooru’s shoulder with a grumble, “Oh shut up. That boy is a little minx!” Yuuji raises his eyebrows in response, intrigued by his lover’s word choice.

“Oh? And just what did this “little minx” do that caused our composed Kuroo Tetsurou to blush like a teenage virgin?” Yuuji teases, getting up close to Tetsurou’s face.

“He fuckin’ called me Captain,” Tetsurou mumbles out, his eyes cast to the ground and his cheeks red as roses.

Yuuji raises his brows, surprised at his answer and chuckles before turning to look at Tadashi, “My, my. Who knew our boy was such a pervert? Tell me baby, when was the last time that shitty ex of yours made you cum?”

Tadashi’s face bursts into a bright red blush and that burning feeling that was present in his groin earlier was back again at full force. He said “our” boy.

Yuuji bends at the waist, pushing his face into Tadashi’s, much like he just did to Tetusurou. With a conniving grin, he takes a strand of fringe that had fallen into Tadashi’s eyes and twirls it around his long index finger.

“I- well we, I mean I haven’t…uhm,” Tadashi’s brain shuts off from his mouth and he can’t seem to string together any semblance of a coherent sentence. He fumbles with his fingers in front of him, the way that Yuuji’s speaking causes his brain to short-circuit.

It’s been so long since, not only his body, but his brain, was teased like this.

The last few times that Tadashi and Kei had sex were quick and weirdly, not very intimate. There was a lack of pet names and kissing and Tadashi’s favourite thing, a careful mix of degradation and praise. This sudden influx of humiliating yet attractive conversation has him and his hard dick reeling in need.

“I- well, we” Yuuji mocks, “C’mon babe, it’s okay. We all know that you haven’t been getting dicked properly. We’re here to help you fix that, right?”

Dumbly, Tadashi just nods in response and swallows loudly.

“Good boy.” Tadashi’s knees go weak at the pet name and it takes all of his effort not to buckle down into the ground. How is he going to get through the night if he’s this worked up and they’ve barely touched him?

Right at that moment, the Uber that Tetsurou had ordered earlier pulls up to the curb and Yuuji stands up and saunters his way over to the car.

He’s proud that he can reduce Tadashi into a puddle of want just with some (what he considers to be) light teasing and a simple pet name.

Tetsurou huffs at Yuuji’s behavior, just happy that he’s not on the receiving end of the blonde’s incessant flirting for once.

Tooru walks up to Tadashi and smiles, “You seem like you need some help getting to the car.”

Tadashi just holds out his hand and Tooru gladly takes it, leading the younger to the silver Nissan that Yuuji and Tetsurou have already climbed into. With wobbly legs, Tadashi climbs into the car with Tooru’s help and the two of them go to the back of the car and sit in the third row of seats.

Tadashi melts into the seat, so thankful to finally be off of his feet. He’s been so caught up in the events of the day that he hadn’t realized just how much pain he was in. Between practice, sprinting home, and dancing, his feet are now burning with how exhausted they are.

The ride to the three college students’ apartment is mostly smooth and Tadashi is grateful for the reprieve that his brain (and his dick) has been granted. That is, until Tooru begins to run his right hand up and down Tadashi’s thigh, dangerously close to his half-hard cock.

The little touches flutter up and down his thighs. Sometimes, Tooru’s hand inches right above his dick but before he touches it, the feeling is dragged back up over his lower stomach. Butterflies settle in Tadashi’s tummy and he opens his legs wider, allowing Tooru more space to toy with. It takes everything in him not to moan out when Tooru finally touches him right where he wants it. Tooru’s fingers brush over Tadashi’s cock in feather-like motions, light enough to cause some long awaited stimulation but too light to give him what he really wants.

Now, Tooru’s fingers go from trailing up and down Tadashi’s shaft, to drawing little circles around his swollen balls and back up again. Every once in a while, a finger draws down enough to swipe right at the edge of Tadashi’s clothed, clenching hole. The teasing causes Tadashi’s previously half-hard cock to turn into a full stiffie.

To Tadashi, it feels as though the teasing has been going on for hours when in reality it’s been maybe ten minutes at most. He’s so lost in the feeling of Tooru’s fingers and the effort of trying to control his sounds that he doesn't know that the car’s stopped, he only notices the lack of touch on his dick as Tooru pulls his hand away. He tries to suppress a whine as the light pressure dissipates. One look from Tooru is all he needs to know that he needs to stay quiet, at least until the four of them are inside the apartment.

With help once more, Tadashi gets out of the SUV and stands on shaky legs, his erection presses up against the seam of his trousers, causing little sparks of pleasure to travel up his spine. His eyebrows furrow up in concentration as he tries to suppress the urge to thrust his hips up at the feeling.

Yuuji sends him a knowing look and Tadashi immediately blushes and shys away from his gaze, embarrassed that the blonde haired man saw what was going on in the back of the car. He ignores Yuuji’s gaze and instead moves to walk behind Tetsurou, who is eagerly making his way up the stairs.

Tadashi follows behind on wobbly legs and puts most of his weight onto the handrails that are helping him navigate the stairs without falling backward. As he walks up the stairs, Tadashi can feel two pairs of lustful eyes staring at him. Deciding to rile them up while he can (and while he’s in the safety of a public space) Tadashi adds a little bit of extra sway to his hips and purposefully pushes his ass out a little more than he needs to when he climbs up the next stair.

The teasing action is rewarded by one of the men behind him striking him across the behind with a crisp smack, the hit landing right on the meaty part of his ass. The stinging sensation that follows afterward has Tadashi tensing up at the feeling and letting out a small moan. He stops where he is for a split second before attempting to regain his composure and make it up the last half a dozen steps.

By the time he’s gotten to the top of the stairs and Tetsurou is unlocking the door to the little apartment, Tadashi is shaking in anticipation. He’s so ready to get destroyed by the three men that tower above him, so excited to get thoroughly fucked and used and ruined.

As soon as Tetsurou swings the door open, Tooru moves in front of Tadashi and gives him a command, “Jump.” He does as he’s asked and the strong setter holds him by his thighs, Tadashi’s legs wrap around his sinfully small waist. As soon as Tooru has adjusted to the added weight, he’s walking forward into the apartment with his hands groping every inch of Tadashi’s ass and thighs he can reach, any thought of modesty thrown to the wolves.

Yuuji and Tetsurou follow the two men into Tooru’s room, where he’s taking their new lover. Their eyes are dark and their pupils are so blown out that only a sliver of their irises can be seen. The sight in front of them has both of them getting hotter and hotter and Yuuji has to make an effort to rip his eyes away from the scene in front of him in order to close the front door.

Once Tooru is standing over his bed, he leans down and lets go of Tadashi’s thighs. Tadashi plops down onto the mattress and Tooru quickly follows. Laying down on top of the length of Tadashi’s body, Tooru brings the two of them into a sloppy open-mouted kiss. The sanctuary of the apartment grants both of them the needed permission to make as much noise as they please.

Tooru moves down from the other man’s lips to trail wet kisses and suckle marks into his jawline. He gets to the spot of Tadashi’s neck that’s right under the angle of his jaw and sucks hard. The stimulation causes Tadashi to moan out, “Fuck! That’s so good, sir!” His hips buck up against Tooru’s, causing their clothed dicks to rub up against each other in a moment of euphoria.

“Shit, baby. You feel so good,” Tooru compliments in response to the glorious pressure against his dick, something he’s been yearning for since him, Yuuji, and Tetsurou initially left their apartment. Tetsurou and Yuuji watch the scene unfold as the two of them strip down into nothing but their boxers, matching dark spots of pre stain the fabric and do nothing to hide the fact that both men are aroused. They walk to seperate sides of the bed and simultaneously kneel on the mattress, their added weight causing the two men exploring each other to look up at the disturbance.

Tetsurou leans over and gently pushes Tooru up so that his and Tadashi’s chests are no longer touching each other, but now Tooru’s ass is sitting directly above Tadashi’s dick. Without hesitation, Tooru uses this new position to grind down onto the younger. His balls rub up against the length of Tadashi’s shaft and he lets out sighs of pleasure at the release of pressure on his groin. “Oh my god!” Tadashi keens, his mouth falling open due to the pleasure.

Tetsurou makes quick work of unbuttoning the youngest’s shirt but stops his task as soon as he sees the two shining metal bars that poke out of each side of Tadashi’s nipples. His brain stops for a second as he drags his nails along Tadashi’s lean stomach.

“Oh god baby, look at you,” he groans out at the sight, hands coming up to twist and pull at the piercings. He turns to look at Yuuji, who has pulled out his hard cock from the confines of his boxers and is currently stroking himself slowly, a prince albert decorates the head and glints against the soft glow of the lamp light.

“Why didn’t you tell me that this little vixen had his nipples pierced?” Tetsurou emphasizes the inquiry by tugging harshly on the metal and pulling a moan out of Tadashi’s mouth that is so sinful Satan himself would blush at the sound.

“Wanted to- hnng- surprise you,” Yuuji grunts out as he fucks his fist to the sight in front of him, a wet shlick noise joining the cacophany of erotic sounds in the room.

“Well you sure as shit did,” Tetsurou comments as he removes his hands from Tadashi’s nipples, which now sit stiff and senstive. The black haired man lifts his shoulders off of the bed slightly to get Tadashi completely out of his shirt. As the sleeves fall down Tadashi’s shoulders, he can feel Tooru’s weight shift off of him and feels the setter’s deft fingers pulling on the zipper of his pants followed by the button coming undone.

Tadashi lifts his hips as best he can to aid Tooru in pulling down his pants and boxers. The brunet yanks his own pants down along with Tadashi’s and throws them somewhere in the bedroom. He’ll deal with the mess tomorrow. He eagerly yanks his shirt up and off his head. Tadashi squirms underneath the older man’s gaze, his chestnut brown eyes full of both lust and longing.

The younger gazes up at Tooru intensely, taking in his nude form that Tadashi swears must be the inspiration for countless Greek statues. His chisled abs look strong and Tadashi wants to run his tongue over every hill and through every valley of his torso. His Adonis belt is defined and points Tadashi’s eyes directly down to look at Tooru’s fat, flushed cock.

He wants to grovel at Tooru’s feet and worship every inch of him. Tadashi wants to kiss up and down his aroused dick and wants to know what the setter would feel like on the inside. Probably something akin to the finest velvet produced.

“You’re so perfect, like a God,” he mumbles out to himself, not entirely aware that he’d said that aloud. On top of him, Tooru moans out at the praise and rocks his hips onto Tadashi’s again as a reward.

“As much as I would love for you to worship me, today it’s our turn to worship you, baby,” Tooru says as he presses his hands on the top of Tadashi’s thighs, now grinding against him in a dizzingly pleasurable rhythm. The feeling of their bare cocks rubbing against one another has Tadashi’s head reeling in pleasure. Tetsurou resumes his work on the youngest’s sensitive nipples, determined to get him to cum for the first time of the night.

“Fuck! More…more please!” Tadashi whines out, his hips bucking up against Tooru’s erractically. Yuuji gets up from his position at the end of bed and moves to sit next to Tadashi’s head. Said boy turns to look at him, eye watery and pupils blown.

“Plea…se,” he begs pathetically, brows drawn up tight and face scrunched in pleasure. Yuuji looks down at him and brings a hand to his face. He caresses the side of Tadashi’s forehead, gently petting his ruffled hair down.

“This is all you’re getting right now, pet. So be a good boy and take it for me, okay?” Yuuji smirks down at Tadashi, who whines in disappointment but ultimately begins to let himself become more immersed in the pleasure his body is feeling.

“That’s a good boy. Just feel it. Feel the way that Tooru is working your cocks together. Feel Tetsu’s tongue on your nipple. Does it feel good, love?” Yuuji questions, bringing his hand back to his own straining dick. He runs his hand over the shaft, the pressure just enough to be pleasurable and keep him aroused, but definitely not enough to make him cum any time soon.

Tadashi nods his head in response, his shining eyes full of lust and what can only be described as wonder. The movement of his hips becomes more aggressive and his back starts to arch up into Tetsurou’s touch even more.

“Hnng I’m gonna cum!” Tadashi exclaims, already almost at the peak of his orgasm.

“Go ahead baby, come for us,” Tetsurou says as he pinches and pulls at Tadashi’s puffy nipples. Tadashi’s entire body shakes as his orgasm starts to wash over him, intense and almost overwhelming.

His cock kicks as white ropes of cum spurt out, the hot sticky liquid staining his own chest and Tooru’s dick and chest. The sight of Tadashi cumming underneath him causes Tooru to reach his own peak.

Tetsurou and Yuuji both pull back slightly to look at the two men that lay in front of them. The sight of Tadashi and Tooru cumming all over each other with their hips still grinding in order to prolong their orgasms leaves both of them groaning and fisting their cocks. Once again, not enough to make them cum, but enough to give them pleasure.

A solid three minutes have passed by the time that both Tadashi and Tooru’s orgasms have washed over them. The older practically collapses on top of Tadashi as both of them breathe heavily, smearing their cum together on their stomachs.

“That was…” Tooru starts breathlessly, “amazing.” Swallowing roughly, Tadashi responds. “Fuck, I don’t think I’ve come that hard in a fucking year.” He chuckles, the endorphins that come from sex still fogging up his brain. He begins to shift under Tooru and push the older man off of him, thinking that this night of sex is over.

“Woah, woah. Where are you going?” Tetsurou questions, using his hand to push Tadashi back down. Confused, he just looks back up at the black haired man.

“I thought we were done? I mean, I already came,” Tadashi responds, genuinely naive to the thought of how this night was going to go.

Almost simultaneously, the other three men bust out in a great deal of laughter, Tetsurou’s howling drowning out the other two’s. Puzzled, Tadashi looks at them, starting to feel a bit self conscious as he awkwardly chuckles along.

“Oh, baby…do you mean to tell me that Kei would only make you cum once?” Yuuji questions, his eyes containing a predatory glint to them that has Tadashi shrinking back into the bed. With big eyes, he nods at Yuuji.

“Oh, no no. That just won’t do,” Yuuji tuts in fake sympathy, “See baby, I want to ruin you. I want you to cum so much that you can’t think of anything that’s not us and the pleasure you’re feeling. Okay?”

“Shit!” Tadashi’s eyes roll back into his head and he almost cums again just from Yuuji’s words right then and there. Tooru pulls himself off of Tadashi to see that his cock is already filling back up again. “I can’t believe you haven’t been played with like this before, especially since your body wants it so badly,” Tooru smirks as he drags a finger from the head of Tadashi’s flushed cock, down the swell of his balls, and around the rim of his fluttering asshole.

“Unhh, Tooru!” Tadashi keens as Tooru runs his finger around the taught ring of muscle. Gently, Tooru pushes Tadashi’s thighs apart to gain more access to his quivering hole.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty, baby,” he comments as he ducks his head down in between the smaller man’s legs. Tooru’s tongue darts out to lap at his entrance, tasting a mix of his and Tadashi’s dripping cum. Tetsurou holds Tadashi’s head in his hands and urges him to open his eyes and look at him.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, pet. Tooru is going to open you up for me with his tongue and fingers and then you’ll sit on my dick. Then, you’re gonna let Yuuji sit on yours, alright?” He explains vulgarly, excited yellow eyes piercing through Tadashi’s hungrily.

Tadashi nods in agreement but the silent answer only earns him a pinch on the thigh from Tooru. He yelps in response.

“Tooru’s right baby, you need to use your words. So tell us, is that alright?” Tetsurou asks, an air of dominance surrounding him that hadn’t been there for most of the night.

“Yes, sirs!” Tadashi wastes no time in answering, fully believing that the three of them would have absolutely no problem with punishing him if they thought it appropriate. As a reward, Tooru begins to work a finger into Tadashi’s tight ass, using a mixture of spit and cum as lube. The intruision sparks a strong of sinful moans from Tadashi’s gaping mouth.

“Oh, you’re such a good boy. Look at you,” Tetsurou coos down at him, taking note of the way that Tadashi’s eyes have almost completely glazed over. He looks over to Yuuji and beckons him to come look at the ruined man laying on the bed.

Tooru continues to scissor Tadashi open, his tongue pushing against the man’s rim. By the time he’s able to add another finger, Tadashi is starting to grind his hips back into Tooru’s hand and face.

“Look at him, under and happy. Like a natural born whore,” he comments as he brushes his hands through Tadashi’s hair comfortingly. At the compliment, Tadashi’s back starts to arch once more, showing the other three that he’s once again close to an orgasm.

Right as his back starts to arch, Tooru pulls his fingers out of Tadashi’s ass and gives his inner-thigh one last cheeky bite. Tadashi’s hips twitch as his orgasm evades him, whines pouring out of his mouth.

“Wha…why?” He gasps out, pink tear tracks staining his pretty face. Instead of Tooru answering like Tadashi’s expecting, Tetsurou pipes up instead.

“Because, baby, I want you to come on my dick,” the black haired man explains casually like his words aren’t making Tadashi’s back arch. All the hands that had been caressing him leave and Tadashi feels cold. The chill is short. Just as soon as the hands left, they came back. This time though, something thicker than fingers prods at the rim of his ass.

Tadashi, who had closed his eyes in frustration, opens them again to see Tetsurou’s dick positioned in between his thighs. One look at it and Tadashi can already feel his insides clenching. Fuck. He’s so thick.

Tetsurou’s dick isn’t the longest he’s seen, in fact it’s quite average. The girth, however, is anything but average. Tadashi knows no amount of fingering would ever get him loose enough to take it without a stretch.

“Hnh…oh fuck!” Tadashi turns his head to see Tooru working his fingers in and out of Yuuji, getting him prepped to take the younger’s cock. Tetsurou, who notices Tadashi’s diverted attention, grabs his chin and pulls it to the front.

“Don’t look at them right now, baby. Look at me.” It’s in that moment that Tetsurou grabs his dick in one hand and guides it into Tadashi slowly. Tadashi throws his head back at the intrusion, the fat head of Kuroo’s cock pushing past his rim.

“Oh my god! Ohmygod ohmygo-“ his back arches as Tetsurou slides in deeper, stretching his ass. Tetsurou stops halfway inside to help Tadashi adjust. He brings his calloused hand to the younger man’s cock and gives it a few stokes to help relax him. It works and eventually he loosens his muscles and Tetsurou is able to slide in the rest of the way, balls touching his perineum.

As Tetsurou is fully seated inside him, Tadashi feels like all the air in his lungs has been knocked out. His head feels fuzzy and he’s being split open just right. He floats for a bit as Tetsurou stays still to let them both adjust, the warmth of Tadashi’s body so hot and good it’s almost overwhelming. So lost in the feeling of a thick cock inside him, Tadashi doesn’t notice the other two men who’ve shifted from their position on the bed beside him. It’s only when he feels a cold trickle of lube drizzled onto his shaft that he realizes they had moved.

He opens his eyes in time to see Yuuji swinging a leg over his hips before settling on his stomach right above his dick. Tadashi (who had already forgotten what Yuuji had said earlier) looked up at Yuuji in shock, his eyes widening.

“No…no it’s gonna be too much! I can’t-“ he blubbers, little tears springing into the corners of his eyes.

“You can. You can take it, baby. I know you can,” Yuuji interrupts before grabbing Tadashi’s lubed cock and guiding it up to his hole. Without warning, he sheathes himself all the way down in one go with a hearty, the wet warmth surrounding Tadashi’s dick all-encompassing.

For a minute Tadashi just lays there, trembling. He’s never felt so overwhelmed, so full of pleasure.

He…

loves it.

Letting his desires take over, Tadashi moves his hips, unsure if he wants to grind back into the thick cock in his ass or buck up into the wet hole on his dick.

Getting the message, both Tetsurou and Yuuji begin to work together to drive Tadashi crazy. As Tetsurou pulls out, Yuuji slams down onto Tadashi’s dick. When Yuuji pulls himself up, Tetsurou rams his cock into Tadashi’s tight hole, his fat dick hitting very good spot inside him. They work in tandem, riling him up by going fast before slowing down to an almost painful pace. Yuuji slides his hands up to Tadashi’s chest to pluck at his nipples and play with his piercings again, his thighs shaking with the effort of riding him.

At some point, Tadashi is unsure when, Tooru comes to sit next to him, turning Tadashi’s head guiding his mouth to his cock.

Greedily, Tadashi suckles and slurps on Tooru’s dick. He savours the salty, slightly bitter taste of precum. Quickly he pulls off and looks into the brunette’s eyes, “Please. Fuck my mouth.” Without hesitation, Yuuji pulls his hands from the younger man’s nipples and Tooru shifts himself so that he’s sitting on Tadashi’s chest. Almost immediately, he rams his dick back into Tadashi’s mouth. He opens his throat and allows Tooru’s cock to slide in and out.

In and out and in and out and in and out. The rhythm picks up and slows down, the three older men working Tadashi’s body into a lustful haze as nothing but groans and moans and the slick sound of bodies together is heard.

Before he knew it, the hot knot of arousal that had been building up in Tadashi’s abdomen was ready to burst. All at once, he clamped down on Tetsurou’s cock, groaned around Tooru’s, and his own kicked up inside Yuuji’s tight heat.

Tooru pulls off of his chest, giving him room to breathe as he begins to jack himself to completion. “Fuuuuuck!” He groans as his back arches and he cums inside Yuuji and around Tetsurou. Tooru fists his cock until he cums, shooting spurts of white onto Tadashi’s face. Some of it manages to land inside the man’s open mouth.

Yuuji cums soon after, painting Tadashi’s chest with semen, tight walls gripping Tadashi’s overstimulated cock. He pulls himself up and off of Tadashi before flopping exhausted on the unoccupied part of the bed. It’s just Tetsurou left.

He looks Tadashi in the eye, his green eyes glazed over with lust as tears run down his pink cheeks. “I- I can’t do it! S’too much!” Tadashi babbles, thrashing his head around.

Tetsurou reaches a hand up to gently grab his chin, “You got it, just a little more, baby.” He then leans down and connects their lips together, sharing Tooru’s cum, Tetsurou licking it up off his face. It’s only a few more thrusts before Tetsurou buries himself to the hilt and cums deep inside Tadashi with a low groan.

They stay like that for a minute, Tadashi covered in cum, Tooru and Yuuji both exhausted and splayed out, Tetsurou seated inside him still, breathing hard.

Tetsurou is the first one to move. He gently pulls himself out, shushing Tadashi’s small cries at the empty feeling, and flops back down on the bed. Tadashi tries to make a move to stand up off the bed but he finds that everything below his belly button is buzzing still, numb with pleasure. His head fuzzy from his orgasms.

Seeing Tadashi’s attempt to walk, Tooru sits up and practically shoves him back down with a glare. “Stay down,” he orders before getting up himself. He shakily pads out of the bedroom and down the hall, his footsteps getting a little farther away. The sound of a door opening and running water gives away that he’s in the bathroom.

Tooru comes back with four washcloths, one for each of them. The three older men go through their normal post-sex cleaning, wiping off lube and sweat and cum, knowing that all three of them were too tired to take a proper shower.

Then, Tooru takes the fourth washcloth and begins to gently wipe Tadashi down. Yuuji and Tetsurou sit next to him, rubbing at his skin and placing comforting kisses on his chest and face. Tadashi whines softly when the cloth is dragged against his sore cock and hole.

Between the comforting touches and the exhaustion of two orgasms, Tadashi is quickly lulled to sleep. The last thing he registers is a blanket being pulled up over his naked body and three kisses on his face before he’s pulled into the comfort of his dreams.

#haikyuu #yamaguchi tadashi #kuroo tetsurou #oikawa tooru #terushima yuuji #yamaguchi tadashi x terushima yuuji #mxmxmxm #smut #tsukishima kei #fanfic #gay #no x reader #no y/n #ongoing #fluff #hurt/comfort #clubbing

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kaii1ii · 7 months ago

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hii! i’m 18+ looking for a roleplay partner who is also 18+ to roleplay with! here are some fandoms and ships from those fandoms i’d be interested in roleplaying! the names in bold are the characters i would want to be, though if they’re both in bold, then i wouldn’t mind being either:

Death Note:

L x Light

Haikyuu!:

Yaku x Lev ✩

Kuroo x Kenma

Kageyama x Hinata

Tsukishima x Yamaguchi

Akaashi x Bokuto

Buddy daddies:

Kazuki x Rei

Sk8 the infinity:

Joe x Cherry

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i’m not picky about the length of responses, though I do prefer longer responses (NO ONE-LINE RESPONSES PLEASE) around 3 paragraphs or so. please don’t interact if you’re under 18. i roleplay exclusively on discord; send me a DM and/or like this post if you’re interested, saying what ship and fandom you’re looking to roleplay. i like to have a mix of angst and fluff, and i don’t mind nsfw, though it isn’t a priority for me.

I ONLY DO CC X CC ROLEPLAYS, I DO NOT ROLEPLAY WITH OCS

discord username: ken.kozu

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shingo-naizuke · 1 year ago

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•~•My Masterlist WIP•~•

•°Ikemen vampire°•

Arthur Conan doyle

Vincent Van Gogh

Theodorus Van Gogh

Napoleon Bonaparte

Leonardo Da Vinci

Isaac Newton

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Jean d'Arc

Le Comte

'The cruel Prince'

Cardan Greenbriar

-*Shatter me*-

Kenji Kishimoto

Aaron Warner

○Bsd○

▪︎Armed Detective agency▪︎

Dazai Osamu

Ranpo Edogawa

Kunikida Doppo

Atsushi Nakajima

¤Port Mafia▪︎

Chuuya Nakahara

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

♧Decay of Angel♤

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Nikolai Gogol

Sigma

•~Hunting Dogs~•

Jono Saigiko

Tetcho Suehiro

♥︎Guild♠︎

Edgar Alan Poe

Francis Scott Fitzgerald

{Haikyuu}

~•°Karasuno°•~

Tsukishima Kei

Tobio Kageyama

Hinata Shoyo

Yamaguchi Tadashi

Koshi Sugawara

Yuu Nishinoya

●Aoba Johsai○

Toru Oikawa

Akira Kunimi

¤Nekoma¤

Kenma Kozume

Lev Haiba

Tetsuro Kuroo

☆Fukurodani☆

Kotaro Bokuto

Kenji Akaashi

◇Shiratorizawa◇

Wakatoshi Ushijima

Tsutomu Goshiki

Eita Semi

Satori Tendo

♧Inarizaki♧

Shinsuke Kita

Osamu Miya

Atsumu Miya

■Genshin■

Scaramouche

Diluc

Kaeya

Venti

Tighnari

Kaveh

Heizou

Baizhu

Childe

-~•°Honkai star rail°•~-

Blade

Dan Heng

Jing Yuan

Gepard

Sampo Koski

Loucha

Welt

Arlan

Genre i write

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Comfort

What I don't write

Rape

Yandere tendencies (I will write it sometimes, but to my liking, I won't write yandere tendencies like non-consensual or things like that)

Smut with minors (all characters will be grown up)

Kinks like pissing or vomiting

Torture

Character x character

Oc x character

Toxic relationships

Requests are open :)

English in not my first language so, sorry for any mistake

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score-core · 6 months ago

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Starshine [Haikyuu]

chapter one

♡ anime masterlist ♡ next chapter ♡

Kokoa Sugawara got through life by being herself. She didn't know how to be anyone else. Often times she felt as though she was stuck in her brother's shadow, after all, they liked many of the same things and constantly did the same things. Only, he was the fantastic volleyball player that everyone loved. She was just the sports photographer following in her twin's footsteps. But one day, she meets a boy whose freckles are aligned like stars, guiding her to him.

Tadashi was used to being in Kei's shadow. In fact, he often liked it that way. When he and Kokoa meet, he finds that he doesn't mind being in the spotlight, as long as she's controlling its gaze.

pairing(s): tadashi yamaguchi x fem!oc

warnings: none

a/n: this story will alternate between short and long chapters. this chapter is mostly long just to get the ball rolling!

It was the start of a new school year and the sun was shining brightly over Karasuno high school. Old and new students were arriving to find their classes, go to club meetings, or just converse with friends before the school day started.

Kokoa Sugawara made her way across the campus, camera hanging from her neck and steadied by her hands. Walking through the halls, she finds her brother along with most of the upperclassmen belonging to the boy's volleyball club.

Kiyoko hands Daichi the paper she had clutched in her grasp. “Here, the club applicants list,” she said, her voice gentle and soothing.

“Thank you,” the volleyball captain takes the paper with a smile. It turns into a nervous frown when he glances down at the contents of the paper. “So few…we used to have a lot more.”

“It’ll grow, Daichi,” co-captain Koshi Sugawara says, trying to reassure his friend. He smiles at his sister when she shuffles on her feet beside him.

“Who knows,” Kokoa chimed in. “You may not need more if this year's applicants are like, wickedly good or something.”

“Who says wickedly?” Her brother asks, a teasing smile on his face.

“Uhh, me,” she tells him, an identical smile on her face.

“Kiyoko, looking beautiful today as usual!” Tanaka interrupts them, smiling bashfully at the third-year manager. She completely ignores him, walking away from the group. “She turns me on when she ignores me!”

The rest of them give him strange looks before slowly making their way to the gym for morning practice.

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

“The setter from Kitagawa is on our team?” Suga asks as the group makes their way across the campus grounds.

Tanaka nods. “But the guy’s totally cocky.”

“Don’t try and intimidate him, okay?” Daichi scolds Tanaka, knowing he will probably do this as soon as he sets his eyes on the new first years.

Tanaka blanches. “I-I wouldn’t do something like that.”

“Don’t kid yourself, Ryu,” Kokoa tells him.

He shoots his head over and glares playfully at her. “Shut it, Koa,” he tells her and bumps his shoulder with hers.

The two third years and two second years walk into the gym to find some of the recruits already there.

“Hello,” the tall, raven-haired one says, his face straight and his tone dry.

Tanaka makes an intimidating face and everyone else stays straight-faced or smiles. “Hey! Who said you guys could–”

“You’re Kageyama?” Daichi cuts Tanaka off.

“Yes.”

The small ginger slowly moves to stand behind the four upperclassmen.

“Nice to meet you. We’re glad you’re here,” Daichi tells him.

Suga observes the new first year. “You’re quite tall.”

Tanaka makes a “thug face” at Kageyama, trying to intimidate him. “He needs an initiation, Suga! Let’s give him a reason to be intimidated by the third-years!”

“Tanaka, stop with that face,” Daichi scolds the second-year wing spiker.

“Hello!” The other first-year tries to get their attention. None of them notice him except for Kokoa who tilts her head in confusion at the small boy, watching him curiously.

“How tall are you?” Daichi asks Kageyama.

“180 cm.” (5'9.2")

Suga observes him with calculating eyes. “Oh…”

“What? You’re cocky!” Tanaka shouts out, trying to intimidate him again but the first year gives him no reaction.

“Hello!” The ginger shouts again and Kokoa’s eyes widen in surprise before she smiles at him.

The others finally seem to hear him and turn to give him their attention.

Tanaka seems to recognize the short player. “Huh? Oh! You!”

The ginger stares up at him in confusion. “Huh?”

“Shorty #1!”

Suga now seems to recognize him too. “Oh!”

“So the other applicant here, Hinata, is…you?” Daichi asks and Hinata nods his head in confirmation. “I’m a little surprised, to be honest. So both of you are here at Karasuno?”

“Um…,” Hinata says confused.

“We saw your match last year,” Suga told him.

“You’re way short and kinda sucked, but you’ve got guts,” Tanaka says.

Hinata smiles brightly. “Thanks!”

“Your jumps were fantastic!” Kokoa tells him. His eyes widen when he sees her and his face turns crimson.

“But clearly you haven’t grown much since,” Tanaka interrupts the moment.

Hinata’s flustered state immediately disappears and he turns to look at Tanaka. “I may be little, but I can jump! I’ll be Karasuno’s ace! Just watch me!”

“Hey, hey…The newbie says he’s gonna be the ace? You’ve got some nerve!”

Suga smiles kindly at the short first year. “Your ambition is admirable, nothing wrong with that.”

“I-I’ll do my best!” Hinata tells them.

Kageyama gives Hinata a blank look. “Hey…If you want to be the ace, I hope you’ve improved. If you goof around, you’ll waste another three years.”

“What did you say?” Hinata asks, turning to glare at Kageyama.

“Why did you say that, Kageyama?” Daichi asks, his voice undertoned with exasperation.

“Don’t tell me everything I’ve done is a waste! I played with everything I had.”

Daichi keeps trying to get them to calm down. “You guys, you know, you’re not enemies anymore. Volleyball is about teamwork–”

“I’ll challenge you!” Hinata yells, pointing crudely at Kageyama.

Kokoa had stayed silent throughout the ordeal, silently snickering under her breath at the wild first years. Suga sees her laughing and elbows her in the side, making her do the same back before stopping.

“Hey! Daichi is still talking!” Tanaka tells the chaotic first years.

“Challenge me to what?” Kageyama asks.

“Volleyball, what else?” Hinata tells him.

“How do you expect to challenge me one-on-one?”

“Huh? L-Like a passing contest!”

Daichi is staring at them from behind with an irritated smile. The other upperclassmen start getting nervous watching him knowing that making him angry is bound to cause problems.

“How do you compete at passing?”

“Uhh…” Hinata blanks, not sure how to answer the question.

Tanaka yells out at them again. “Listen, damn it!”

An older man suddenly walks into the gym, hearing the noise. “What’s the commotion, volleyball club?” He asks.

“Yikes! The vice principal!” Tanaka whispers in worry.

“Teacher!” Suga says.

Tanaka copies. “Teacher!”

“You’d better not be fighting,” the man tells them, looking for any way to get them all in trouble.

Daichi chuckles nervously. “Of course not. Just a friendly rivalry, right? Happens all the time.”

“The vice principal likes to make trouble for us, so keep it down.” Tanaka tries to subtly warn the first years but they don’t get the idea.

“Serve to me! I’ll return them all!” Hinata tells Kageyama.

“Hey!” Tanaka says.

“I was only able to get one of your serves last year,” Hinata says. “But I’ve been training with all kinds of people. I’m not the same person as last year.”

“Not the same as last year, huh?” Kageyama asks. He picks up a ball and holds it out as a challenge. “I’m not the same as last year, either. You’re not the only one who’s trained.”

“Now, now, guys. Let’s not get carried away,” Daichi placates.

“Is he a first-year student?” The vice principal asks.

Hinata crouches, preparing to receive the ball.

“Get ready,” Kageyama says before he does a jump serve. The ball speeds across the gym.

Hinata narrowly misses being hit by the ball and falls to the ground. “None of the girl volleyball players or old ladies served like that!”

“How’s that different from last year? You still suck!”

“One more,” Hinata says, determined and ready to receive another one.

“Hey. Enough is enough,” Daichi says.

The vice principal narrows his eyes. “They don’t listen to their captain. This could be a problem.”

Kageyama does another jump serve. Hinata moves quickly to receive. He receives the ball with his arms, but it goes into his face and ricochets.

The vice principal keeps speaking. “If this keeps happen–” He gets cut off by the ball hitting him in the face, making his wig fly off and land on Daichi’s head.

“He was wearing a wig?” Kageyama asks quietly.

Hinata nods. “You just noticed? Everyone at the entrance ceremony could tell.”

“You guys! Shut up!” Tanaka says, trying to hold in his laughter.

“Tanaka, you shut up, too!” Suga tells him.

“Sawamura, I’d like a word with you.” The vice principal beckons Daichi to follow after him.

Once they leave the room bellowing laughter echoes throughout the gym. Everyone turns to see Kokoa kneeling over, holding her stomach as she laughs.

“Ko, stop laughing!” Suga scolds his sister.

She wipes tears from her eyes, standing upright again. “What? He deserves it…Guy’s a douche.”

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

After school that day Daichi has everyone meet back in the gym. “Fortunately, he’s not punishing us. And no apologies necessary, you guys are getting off lucky.” Everyone sighs in relief. “Provided you all agree that you saw nothing.” The first years glare at each other. “But, you guys…”

“All because you couldn’t receive a serve! You suck,” Kageyama scolds Hinata. “What’s different from last year? I was dumb to believe you could make that kind of progress in just a few months.”

“You talk too much,” Hinata tells him, making Kageyama’s scowl deepen.

Daichi starts getting mad at them again. “Hey! I want you to listen to me. I don’t know what your motive was for coming to Karasuno, but I’m sure you came here intending to end the year in victory.”

“Yes!” Hinata says.

Kageyama responds with a monotone, “Of course.”

“Karasuno was one of the top teams in the prefecture until a few years ago. It happened only once, but we even went to nationals.” Daichi’s tone was one of pride before it turned somber. “Now we rank, at best, in the prefecture’s top 8. We’re neither weak nor strong. Other schools call us things like the “Flightless Crows” or “Fallen Champs”.”

“I remember when Karasuno competed in spring nationals. They competed against the country’s best teams, in a huge gymnasium in Tokyo. It gave me goosebumps, and it still does.” He becomes determined. “We’re going to go there again.”

“There are many schools dreaming of going to nationals,” Kageyama tells him, trying to be honest and not realizing he put a dampener on the mood.

Tanaka gets offended. “Wha-! You bastard…”

“Don’t worry,” Daichi says. “I mean what I say. For us to make that happen, our team has to be unified. And we can’t have the vice principal keeping an eye on us. He’s always looking for ways to shut us down.”

Daichi walks menacingly toward Kageyama and Hinata. Suga, Kokoa, and Tanaka back away. “I’m not telling you guys to become buddies because frankly, I don’t know if you two are capable of that with one another. Even if you were enemies on opposite sides of the net in junior high, I need you to understand that now, you’re on the same side.”

He makes a menacing face, frightening the first years as he grabs both of their shoulders. “No matter how skilled you are, no matter how willing you are to give it your all…If you fail to get along and hinder your teammates…” He pushes Hinata and Kageyama out of the gymnasium door and slams their applications on their faces. “You’re not wanted! Until you realize that you’re both teammates, you won’t be participating in this club!” He finally slams the door shut on them, leaving them outside and separated from the upperclassmen.

“Are you sure about this, Daichi?” Suga asks. “They’re still members. Teams come together eventually, anyway. It doesn’t always happen right away.”

“Yeah,” Kokoa says. “This seems a bit harsh for a couple of first years.”

“I know that, but…” Daichi trails off.

“I apologize! I swear I’ll get along with this guy! Please let me participate in the club!” Kageyama yells from outside, causing all of them to pause.

The gymnasium doors open and Daichi stares menacingly. “Do you really mean that?”

“If I had to cooperate with this guy in a match, I’d rather receive, spike, and toss all by myself.”

“How could you say that?” Hinata yells at him.

Daichi stares at him disbelievingly. “I can’t believe you just told me your true feelings. But I think that’s a good thing. Still, in volleyball, you can’t drop the ball, you can’t hold the ball, and one player can’t touch the ball twice. How do you plan to play by yourself?”

Kageyama pouts as Daichi smiles and closes the door again.

Inside the gymnasium, the players are practicing.

“Right!” Daichi yells. The spike is blocked, and someone dives to save it. “Tanaka, block and follow properly.”

“Yes!” The wing spiker replies.

Kiyoko enters a few minutes later and Tanaka immediately spots her. “Kiyoko-san, good to see you. I’ll get that for you.” He says, offering to help her carry the items in her arms.

“Never mind. I’ll hold it myself,” she says but immediately gives some of her load to Kokoa when she walks over to help.

“Kiyoko, you’re beautiful as ever today!” She ignores him again.

“How come you never compliment me, Ryu?” Kokoa asks him jokingly, yelling over her shoulder while she follows after Kiyoko. Tanaka stutters after her and she laughs at him and keeps walking.

Suga runs to close the door before the first years can sneak in.

After practice that night Daichi, Tanaka, and the Sugawara siblings stayed behind.

Tanaka starts joking around, trying to figure out what the first years are going to do. “They’ll probably say, ‘Let us in if we can beat you in a match.’’’

“That’s possible,” Suga says. “But all they have to show just a little remorse, that’s all.”

“Captain!” They hear both of the first years yell from behind the door before they go over to open it. “Let us challenge you to a match, the two of us against you upperclassmen!”

“Are these guys for real?” Tanaka asks, unbelieving.

“One, two…,” the first years quietly count. “We’ll prove that we can cooperate as a team!”

Kokoa looks at them oddly. “I heard them say ‘one, two’,” she tells her brother.

“I can’t say I dislike these guys,” Tanaka says, laughter in his tone.

Daichi looks at them skeptically. “And what if you lose?”

“We’ll endure any penalty,” Kageyama says with no hesitation.

“Hmm…Then now’s the time,” Daichi decides. “There are two other first-year applicants besides you guys. It’ll be a three-on-three match against them. We play this game every year, just to see what the new members are made of.”

“But how does it become three-on-three?” Hinata asks. “Who’s our third team member?”

“Tanaka, I want you to be on Hinata’s side.”

The second-year wing spiker shoots his head to the side to look at the captain. “What? Me?”

“You don’t dislike them, right?”

“That doesn’t mean I want to play with them.”

Daichi smirks at him knowingly. “I see. I thought you’d be the only one here who could discipline these troublemakers.”

Tanaka loses his moody disposition, suddenly hyped up to help his juniors. “Oh well! I guess it can’t be helped! I’ll do it.”

“And if you lose the match, as long as we third-years are here, Kageyama will never play setter.”

“Huh…,” Kageyama says, suddenly worried. “That’s all?” Hinata asks, confused as to why the punishment only affects the setter.

“That’s because our team can’t win with a self-centered setter,” Daichi tells them. “A guy who banks on his skills, but loses.” Kageyama starts getting mad. “What’s the matter? I’m not ejecting you from the club. You’d be good in other positions, too, wouldn’t you?”

“I’m a setter!” Kageyama growls out.

“Then win. You’re here because you think you can win by yourself, right?”

Hinata shuffles on his feet in anticipation. “Eh? I-I’m here, too!”

“The game will be Saturday morning,” the captain decides.

“I-I’m here, too!” Hinata repeats.

“Listen up!” Tanaka yells at them. “Tanaka-senpai’s gonna teach you a lesson.”

Suga pulls Tanaka back into the gym by the scruff of his shirt.

“Understood?” Daichi asks before he shuts the door again.

“Are we being a little too hard on those guys?” Suga asks.

Tanaka nods. “You’re stricter than usual, Daichi.”

“Do you have some special reason in mind?”

“You guys saw their match last year,” the captain says. “Kageyama had outstanding ability as a junior-high student, but his ability hasn’t yielded any results. Plus, he’s self-centered, which means he’ll repeat the same mistakes he did in junior high. He’ll get in the way of the team for sure. But what’s different from junior high is that Hinata is on the same team now with Kageyama.”

“Hinata?” Tanaka asks. “Well, he’s sort of a ball of athletic reflexes, but…”

“Yeah. He’s far removed from his true potential, but he has rare speed and reflexes, not to mention his jump. He didn’t get a chance to play with a proper setter in junior high. And Kageyama is seeking a fast spiker who can hit his tosses. Those guys are imperfect on their own, but put their abilities together…If we can utilize that combination, Karasuno will evolve explosively! Don’t you think so?”

“Yeah, it may work,” Kokoa chimes in. “If only those two can come to the same conclusion as you did.”

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

Tanaka is standing by the window and goes quiet for a few minutes before speaking up again. “Ahem! Oh, yes. Morning practice is at 7:00 AM tomorrow, right?”

Suga looks at him weirdly. “Of course, but why did you ask that all of a sudden?”

Tanaka gets nervous and tries to deflect Suga’s suspicion. “Ah, um, well…Was the vice principal’s wig okay?”

Daichi whips his head over to Tanaka. “Hey, stop talking about that!”

After cleaning up the gym, everyone starts to make their way home. “Go ahead, Koshi. I’ll catch up with you,” Kokoa tells her brother while she falls into step next to Tanaka. Once Suga and Daichi are out of earshot, Kokoa turns to Tanaka with a straight face. “You’re sneaking the first years in before practice to help them tomorrow aren’t you?”

Tanaka looks at her surprised. “How the hell did you know?”

“Dude, you’re so obvious. You know what time practice is. And you’re on their team for the practice match so obviously, you want them to do good.”

“Okay, so what’s it matter to you?”

“I want to come.” “What, why?”

She shrugs him off. “No reason…Might be fun or something.”

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

The following morning, Kokoa woke up bright and early to meet Tanaka to help the first-years practice. On her way out, she leaves a note for her brother letting him know where she’s going, knowing he will find out eventually.

Dragging her feet, she rounds the corner of the school grounds, spotting her fellow second-year waiting at the entrance gates for her.

“Ryuuu,” she whines, eyes drooping in exhaustion and body slumping against his when she reaches him.

He chuckles at her, patting her back softly. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Tired.” She pouts, looking up at him.

“You didn’t have to come, you know? You could have stayed home and slept some more.”

She buries her face back into his body and shakes her head before mumbling something.

“What?”

Kokoa leans up again. “Carry.” Giving him her best puppy dog eyes, she silently begs him.

Sighing, Tanaka turns around and crouches slightly. “Get on you baby.”

“Yay,” she cheers under her breath and clumsily climbs onto his back and rests her chin on his shoulder as they make their way to the gym to meet the rowdy first years.

When they finally make it to the gym, they see the two waiting around by the doors.

“5:00 AM sure is rough,” Tanaka says, gaining their attention.

They both whip around, spotting their upperclassmen making their way over. “Tanaka!” Hinata shouts in surprise.

“We’ve gotta get out of here before 7:00 AM,” he tells them. He produces the keys for the gym and shuffles Kokoa, adjusting her position on his back.

“Tanaka!” Hinata shouts again in appreciation.

Kageyama nods to the second year. “Thanks!”

Tanaka boasts to them. “What a good senpai I am. Call me Tanaka-senpai.”

“Tanaka-senpai!” They say.

“Once again!” He goads.

“Tanaka-senpai!”

“Quit it, Tanaka. You don’t need an even bigger ego.” Kokoa’s quiet voice is heard from his shoulder.

“Oi!” Tanaka bristles at her, pinching her calf where he holds her, making her twitch slightly. “Alright. Time to practice.” He unlocks the doors for them and Kageyama and Hinata immediately start fighting over who will enter the gymnasium first. Tanaka looks on, discouraged.

“Cut it out! I’m going first!” The tangerine says.

“Tanaka is in there! He was first,” Kageyama fights back.

“If that’s what you think, move!”

Tanaka starts getting impatient with his kohai. “Hey. There’s no time…” He turns on the lights for the group.

“Wow, the gymnasium!” Hinata says.

Kageyama deadpans at the ginger. “You were here yesterday.”

Ignoring the first years, Tanaka gently sets down his fellow second year, holding her steady until she gains steady footing.

Hinata finally seems to notice her. “Hey. You were here yesterday too.”

Kokoa hums in affirmation. “I’m Kokoa Sugawara, Koshi’s sister. You can just call me Kokoa though, it gets pretty confusing.”

“Are you the manager?” Hinata looks at her with stars in his eyes.

“No,” she smiled at him, feeling like his smile was like the sunrise waking her up in the morning. “Kiyoko is the manager. I’m the photographer.”

“Karasuno has a sports photographer?” Kageyama asks.

“Well, not technically,” she tells them. “I’m in the photography club and the content I cover is the volleyball team. I go to practices, camps, and matches to take photos of the teams and members. I also like to write about plays and stuff to give my photos some background.”

“Bwaaaaa– That’s so cool!!” Hinata jumps a few times, arms and legs spreading out like a starfish.

“Okay, okay,” Tanaka says, putting his hands on Hinata’s shoulders to keep him wedged to the ground. “Less fawning over your amazing upperclassmen, more practicing volleyball.”

“Yes!” The two first years eagerly agreed and the three players started warming up.

“Huh,” Kokoa muses. “I didn’t know you knew the word ‘fawning’, Ryu.”

The wing spiker sticks his tongue out at her and drags the first years off behind him to practice for their upcoming match.

#𐙚 sfw !#haikyuu #haikyuu x oc #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fanfic #yamaguchi tadashi #yamaguchi tadashi x oc #tadashi yamaguchi #tadashi yamaguchi x oc

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2stregafangirl · 6 months ago

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This time perpetrator troops couple picrews! In order: Kyoka Yamaguchi & Reo Takeda Aimi Hirano & Minoru Nishitani Reina Fujimori & Hoshi Nanase

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pastellmochi · 4 months ago

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kusuguricafe · 2 years ago

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💖 fav fics 💖

last updated: october 29, 2024

my absolute favorite tickle fics others have written! go check them out if you're interested ^^

👑 = a fic I requested or commissioned 💝 = this fic was a gift

boku no hero academia

by @otomiyaa

Blackmailed...? (lee!deku, ler!bakugou)

Small Start (lee!bakugou, ler!kirishima)

by @intheticklecloset

I'll Take You Both Down (switches bakugou, deku, kaminari) 👑

Deku/Bakugou Tickle Fight Series

Tell Me You Love Me (lee!deku, ler!bakugou)

Ten More Minutes (lee!deku, ler!bakugou)

Ask Me to Stop (lee!deku, ler!bakugou, ler!kirishima)

Just Ask (lee!kirishima, ler!bakugou)

bakudeku coffee shot (lee!deku, ler!bakugou)

by @ticklishfiend

Love Language (switches bakugou and deku)

Strawberry Milk (lee!bakugou, ler!kirishima)

Off-Button (lee!kaminari, ler!bakugou, ler!kirishima)

A Little Nervous (lee!kaminari, lers!bakusquad)

So Intriguing (lee!bakugou, ler!todoroki)

“Say that again and I’ll make you pay” sentence starter (lee!bakugou, ler!deku)

“I don’t think you wanna try me right now” sentence starter (lee!deku, ler!bakugou)

“And where are you going?” sentence starter (lee!deku, ler!bakugou)

by @veryblushyswitch

“OK! I’ll tickle you now!” sentence starter (lee!kirishima, ler!bakugou)

“Please, you totally love this” sentence starter (lee!bakugou, ler!kirishima)

"That's cheating!" sentence starter (lee!deku, lers!bakusquad+)

Tickle Belt Series

by @happyandticklish

Tickletober Day One - Anticipation (lee!bakugou, ler!kirishima)

Tickletober Day Eight - Death Spot (lee!deku, ler!bakugou)

by @volleeball-bo

bakudeku speedwrite (lee!deku, ler!bakugou)

Go-Go Gauntlets (lee!deku, ler!bakugou)

kiribaku speedwrite (lee!bakugou, ler!kirishima)

kiribaku speedwrite (lee!kirishima, ler!bakugou)

Masks Make Friends (lee!kaminari, ler!shinsou)

by @my-tickle-blog

bakudeku request (lee!deku, ler!bakugou) 👑

by @something1987

Tickles x3 (Squealing Santa 2022) (lees deku, bakugou, kaminari, lers bakugou, kaminari) 💝

by @impulsively-made-tickle-blog

A Coin For A Coin (lee!bakugou, ler!kirishima)

by @burningablaze

Midoriya x Reader - Time to Relax (lee!deku, ler!reader)

by @thetickleeraven

3 Times Deku Laughed Because of a Quirk (And One Time Because of Bakugou) (lee!deku, ler!bakugou)

by @ffeather-ficss

Pushing Luck (lee!deku, ler!kaminari) 👑

Kat's Cradle (lee!deku, ler!bakugou) 👑

by @marvel-m-lee

Communication (lee!bakugou, lee!deku, ler!hagakure, ler!ojiro)

by @rachi-roo

My Hero Academia: Phantom Tickles! (lee!bakugou, ler!villain oc)

haikyuu!!

by @ticklygiggles

The most ticklish person in the world | TsukiYama (lees!kageyama, yamaguchi, lers!nishinoya, tanaka, hinata)

Practicing tickle fights | Yamaguchi, Nishinoya & Hinata (switches yamaguchi, nishinoya, hinata)

by @intheticklecloset

Locker Room (lee!kageyama, ler!hinata)

sasaki to miyano

by @thetickleeraven

You Want To Be Tickled? (lee!miyano, ler!sasaki)

by @wreckingtickles

Only Uke Are Ticklish!? (switches sasaki and miyano)

sk8 the infinity

by @heartsywritesthethings

"accidental" (lee!langa, ler!reki)

by @blue-little-angel

Squealing Santa 2K23 gift (lee!reki, ler!langa) 💝

by @wertzunge

Teaching Slimes (lee!miya, ler!reki, ler!langa)

umibe no étranger

by @otomiyaa and @ticklygiggles

Adorable | Shun/Mio (lee!mio, ler!shun)

by @tickly-trashcan

Manuscript {MioShun} (lee!mio, ler!shun)

yuri!!! on ice

by @otomiyaa

Share a Secret (lee!yuuri, ler!victor)

genshin impact

by @otomiyaa

Holiday in Mondstadt (switches aether and albedo, lee!zhongli, ler!childe)

Lyney's Trick (lee!gaming, lers lyney, lynette, freminet)

by @ticklygiggles

Heroic Feat | Scaramouche & Elise (commissioner's oc) (lee!wanderer, ler!elise)

Miya&Mia's Tickletober Day 20 - Cursed (lee!cyno)

by @giggly-bun

Sticky Situation {Kaebedo} (lee!albedo, ler!kaeya)

Bad Luck {Kaebedo} (lee!albedo, ler!kaeya)

by @justmaybee

But (lee!albedo, ler!kaeya)

by @lovelynim

wanderer x aether (lee!wanderer, ler!aether)

kazuscara (lee!kazuha, ler!wanderer)

May the best one win (switches xiao, aether, albedo and wanderer)

by @wertzunge

Ballad of Laughter (switches aether and lyney)

by @felieiden

A tickle up his sleeve. (lee!lyney, ler!aether)

by @synthleetius

Magic tricks (lee!lyney, ler!aether) 👑

by @thatonetickleblog

Back and Forth (lee!kaveh, ler!alhaitham)

-not sfw under the cut-

boku no hero academia (not sfw)

by @otomiyaa

Upgrade, Downgrade... (lee!deku, ler!bakugou)

Bakugou's Luck (lee!bakugou, ler!deku) 👑

bakudeku drabble request (lee!deku, ler!bakugou) 👑

haikyuu!! (not sfw)

by @ticklygiggles

Just need to ask! | KuroTsuki [n$fw] (lee!tsukki, ler!kuroo)

genshin impact (not sfw)

by @otomiyaa

Ticklish Lyney x Reader (lee!lyney, ler!reader) 👑

by @justmaybee

Day 4: Erogenus Zones (lee!albedo, ler!kaeya)

by @ticklygiggles

A deep secret | LynLumi (lee!lyney, ler!lumine) 👑

obey me! (not sfw)

by @ticklygiggles

The Avatar of Lust | Asmo x Reader [N$FW] (lee!mc, ler!asmo)

zelda botw (not sfw)

by @bambinella

Early Mornings (switches link and zelda)

#some of these fics have shaped me into who I am today #im not even kidding #tickling #tickle fic #fanfic #fav fics #fic recs #mild not sfw #not sfw

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beezlub · 11 months ago

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Requests Information; ♡ requests will be done on a first come, first serve basis! ♡ i do have a right to refuse any requests that i personally do not feel comfortable doing ♡ i can write OCs if commissioned, but any requests sent through my inbox will be X Reader to make them more applicable to readers alike

what i write; ♡ X Reader primarily ♡ romance, fluff, angst, friends-to-lovers, smut*. basically anything under the sun tbh ♡ *smut is a rare thing i will write for a request. i will write it for characters i know are canonically of-age. i will though, write nsfw headcanons of under 18 characters, but not the actual act itself (if that makes sense) ♡ AUs & canon ♡ M/M, M/F, F/F ♡ feel free to add in any details you'd want!! (ex; hogwarts legacy; fem reader, hufflepuff, song 'yellow' by coldplay, sebastian and reader go on their first date to hogsmeade and they end up dancing in the snow under the fairy lights in the plaza). make it as detailed as you want, or give me free reign lolol

what i will NOT write; ♡ heavy gore ♡ furry related stuff ♡ fandoms i am not currently in ♡ school papers

fandom list; ♡ Hogwarts Legacy - Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Garreth Weasley, Poppy Sweeting, Anne Sallow, Imelda Reyes, Amit Thakkar, Aesop Sharp ♡ Attack on Titan - Levi Ackerman, Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Mikasa Ackerman, Jean Kirschtein, Reiner Braun, Annie Leonhart, Hanji Zoe, Connie Springer, Pieck Finger, Sasha Braus, Erwin Smith ♡ My Hero Academia - Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Hitoshi Shinsho, Ejiro Kirishima, Tamaki Amajiki ♡ Genshin Impact - Albedo, Alhaitham, Beidou, Cyno, Diluc, Zhongli, Jean, Kazuha, Ayaka, Ayato, Kaveh, Keqing, Lisa, Neuvillette, Ningguang, Ei, Childe, Tighnari, Traveler, Xiao, Yae ♡ Honkai Star Rail - Asta, Blade, Bronya, Dan Heng, March 7th, Gepard, Himeko, Jing Yuan, Kafka, Luka, Luocha, Natasha, Sampo, Seele, Trailblazer, Welt ♡ Stranger Things - Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Johnathan Byers ♡ Haikyuu!! - Daichi, Suga, Asahi, Nishinoya, Kageyama, Hinata, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kuroo, Kenma, Oikawa, Issei, Iwazumi, Bokuto, Ushijima, Satori, Atsumu, Osamu ♡ Baulder's Gate 3 - Astarion, Lae'zel, Shadowheart, Gale, Halsin ♡ Stardew Valley - Abigale, Alex, Elliot, Emily, Haley, Leah, Maru, Penny, Sam, Sebastian, Shane ♡ Yellow shaded fandoms are the ones i'm active the most in at the moment! ♡ Listed are the characters I'd write anytime! If there isn't a character listed that you want, feel free to ask in your request! There is a minimal amount of characters from these fandoms that I won't write for lolol.

thank you for reading all of this! if you wanna request something, please do! i love writing for all of you and including all the little details you guys ask for. if you're interested, just go to my little asks/reqs box and type away to your heart's content!

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fandom-madness69 · 1 year ago

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Chapter Two

MHA Aizawa FanFic

Shota Aizawa x Akane Saito (my oc)

7,989 words

I could literally never post this on any other social media (Wattpad and AO3 don't count IMO)

TW/CW again for mention of abuse and attempt at victim bl*ming by the victim herself (as always my tags will include TW and CW at the beginning so I don't have to add those words and risk bringing my posts down)

Tuesday morning Akane found herself on light duty tasks for work. She tried to insist to her supervisor, Miss Etsuko Yamaguchi, that she really didn’t need this kind of treatment, but the older woman had just smiled and shooed her away. Though Akane really didn’t mind. She didn’t even need her cart today. All she was responsible for today was puke patrol and lost student duty. Even though it had been a couple months since the new school year had brought in new students, but they still tended to get lost for another month or two. Especially with the dorm buildings having been added.

So, with low music playing in her headphones Akane wandered around the campus. All she had to do was radio someone else on the janitorial staff if a kid got sick and help any lost kids as much as they needed her to. Normally she would also have to have a cart to clean up the puke herself, but Miss Yamaguchi had told her to radio for someone else instead and gave her a walkie talkie which Akane had tucked in her hoodie pocket. Mother Nature had finally decided it was Winter and the Mid November temperatures had finally come crashing down on them this morning. Thankfully Akane could stay indoors for most of today, but she made sure to keep an eye on the nearest window every time she saw one in case a student was lost out there. The thick grey clouds blocking most of the sunlight today definitely meant snow. Even though the cold wasn’t the best weather she preferred the snow over everything else. So, the thought had Akane even more excited than she already was after the weekend with Shōta.

Akane looked around the hallway she was in and realized she was less than thirty feet from the door to Class 1-A. Her heart fluttered again, and she felt her hair start to shrink inside the thick toke she had it tucked under. She wanted to go peak inside the little window, but she knew better because every kid in that classroom had an uncanny sense for when they were being watched even if only briefly. With a huffed sigh she continued her path forward which would lead her past the door anyway. It wasn’t unusual for janitorial and support staff to wander the hallways during the day so no one would bother her over walking by. She decided to risk at least glancing in when she walked by.

To her surprise Shōta was standing at the front of the classroom, free of the sleeping bag she had so often seen him in and teaching actively. She stopped to look at him for a second longer and as soon as she did his head turned to look at her. He held her gaze for a few seconds before flashing her a brief smile and turning back to his students. She figured it was best she hurried along before anyone in that room realized what had just happened. When she rounded the end of the hall and had made it to the next platform on the staircase Akane stopped and leaned against the stairwell wall. He had risked that smile knowing damn good and well all his students saw it. She was going to have to avoid his room the rest of the day, so she didn’t draw any more attention to herself.

It’s not that the two days he had spent taking care of her and helping her adjust to her quirk had been bad. In fact, they were wonderful. She just didn’t need the students doing what kids do and starting rumors. There was one point he had sent a student to check on her yesterday, but it had been Uraraka who was incredibly sweet and amazing with secrets as it turned out. She hadn’t even asked why her superhero teacher had asked her to check on this random janitor lady. She had just brought a few homemade cookies that she promised she already planned on giving away, she just didn’t know who because it was an extra few from the batch she made for her classmates, made sure Akane was okay and then left. She knew the only reason Shōta didn’t send a teacher the other two times during the hours he had been busy was, so he didn’t make her uncomfortable. Instead, a couple other members of the support staff had come to check on her and bring her food. When someone had knocked on her door the fourth time Akane was pleased to see Shōta himself with a big bag of take out in one hand and the sequel to the movie they had watched on Sunday in the other.

After a few minutes of concentration Akane felt her hair return to the waist length she had set it to Sunday and then she pushed herself off the wall. When she made it to the next floor, she finally bumped into someone else. A lost kid by the looks of it. Halfway down the hallway stood a short and petite kid with sapphire blue hair. The kid turned around and Akane saw the worried expression on her face.

“Hey there kiddo, you look a little lost. My name is Akane Saito, and I work here as a Janitor. Luckily for you I’m on lost kid duty today so how can I help,” she called out cheerfully to the girl whose eyes were starting to water. The girl’s head snapped up from the paper in her hands, her schedule presumably, and relief washed across her face.

“Oh, my goodness finally an adult who works here! I’m so lost and it’s so dumb because I’ve been here for two months, and I’ve gone to class 2-B many many times and yet here I am lost!” She sounded bewildered and a bit on edge. Akane let out a soft chuckle and smiled warmly at the girl.

“Don’t worry it happens to everyone, well everyone without a good memory. Did you know having a photographic or eidetic memory used to be considered a superpower?” She was trying to keep things light so the girl wouldn’t have a full-blown freak out. She might be new here herself, newer than this student in fact, but she did have a photographic memory.

“No, I had no idea. Would you mind leading me to my classroom please? I’m not sure my teacher is going to be too pleased,” the girl muttered and rubbed her neck as she looked at her shoes. Akane nodded and told the young girl she’d be happy to help before she turned around to head back in the direction she had just come from. The girl followed along beside her silently. Akane didn’t mind making casual conversations, but she also knew she was going to have to walk past Shōta’s classroom again and she didn’t wanna have to think about talking while walking past the man she loved.

The door to the girl’s classroom was left open by a crack. She thanked Akane and scurried inside. When Akane saw the teacher wasn’t scolding the girl she turned around to head back to where she was on her route. She would have to pass his room a third time. So much for staying away as not to draw attention to herself.

As she hurried past his room a third time the door slid open. No fuck not now, Akane thought. She kept her eyes fixed out the many windows on her right and kept walking while silently praying whoever it was it was simply a coincidence. The door to his room closed and footsteps started behind her in the hallway. Akane picked up her pace and when she made it to the stairs, she felt a familiar sensation slide over her shoulder.

“Listen I swear I’m not being creepy,” she started as she turned around, but the owner of this capture scarf wasn’t who she thought it was. Behind her stood a student. Hitoshi Shinso to be exact.

“I saw you pass by with the student the second time though I don’t think he did and then when you walked past the third time, I could see him messing with his scarf. He only does that when he’s worried. So, I excused myself to ‘go to the bathroom’ but really, I came to see if you were okay. He and I have a secret code that we use with our scarves, so I don’t have to talk since I have a brain washing quirk. Don’t worry it only activates if I ask you a question, so I won’t,” his voice was barely audible, but Akane knew why. She had seen him on TV during the Sports Festival last year, so she was familiar with how his Quirk worked though he didn’t know that.

“You can signal to him that I’m okay I just needed to help that student. I’m on puke patrol and lost student duty so he doesn’t need to worry about me overdoing it today,” she explained. He nodded and tugged his scarf off her shoulder where it had still been resting.

“I’ll let him know,” he mumbled before turning around and heading back to Class 1-A’s room. Once again Akane found herself leaning against the wall of the first platform going down from this floor in this stairwell. She really had to get out of the main building. She decided she could get some fresh air and hurried all the way back to the ground floor.

The rest of the day passed without incident. When Akane decided she wasn’t in the mood for dinner she headed straight for her room after telling Miss Yamaguchi that she was still feeling well. With the door closed to her room Akane pulled off all the layers she had been wearing save for one. She flopped face first onto her bed in nothing more than a pair of shorts and a sports bra. Her gloves of course had still been on since she replaced them Sunday after her shower. A light knock sounded at her door, and she groaned. She really was tired of people asking if she was okay. It was a simple shapeshifting quirk, it’s not like using her quirk shattered half her bones with one go. A light chuckle escaped over that roast. Whatever Midoryia’s Quirk was he clearly wasn’t built for it. She opened the door to see Shōta standing there and quickly closed it again remembering her outfit. She took a deep breath and cracked it open again.

“Hi sorry didn’t mean to slam it in your face, I wasn’t expecting anyone to show up, so I’m not properly dressed,” she explained while her cheeks grew bright red.

“That’s okay I just wanted to check on you. I know it’s probably getting a bit annoying, and I can leave you be if you’d like me to, but I wanted to check one more time before I let you decide if I should leave you alone or not,” he explained. He was wearing a few layers himself which made him look a little like a sleep deprived blob. Akane giggled at this thought.

“It’s never annoying coming from you. And you can stop checking up on me but I’m totally fine if you keep popping by to hang out or whatever,” she said. He smiled that soft smile again and nodded.

“Well then may I come in and hang out for a bit? Once you’re properly dressed that is,” he asked. She nodded and left the door cracked to go pull on a shirt at random. Once she had on the loose grey shirt that covered her shorts most of the way, she opened the door the rest of the way. He walked inside and she shut it quickly but not before getting a devious look from a woman a couple of rooms down. Akane responded by sticking her tongue out at the woman before closing the door. She turned around to find him shedding layers and pulling out snacks along with it. When he finished a small pile of snacks sat on her only nightstand, a larger pile of his clothes lay on her floor, and he was in a white shirt and sweats. He really didn’t wear shorts, did he? He turned around to Akane and smiled when he saw her staring again. He chuckled and walked over to her leaving a couple feet of space between them.

“You really do like to look at me don’t you Akane,” his voice was a bit thicker than normal, and his black eyes seemed to blaze even without his quirk activated. Akane’s face got redder as she nodded. “Well then it’s a good thing I really like to look at you too.” He lifted a hand as if to reach for her and then dropped it.

“Okay new rule. As long as it’s not kissing, touching my gloves or scars, or initiating anything lewd you don’t have to ask for my permission. It’ll help us both because as much as I find it sweet it tends to get in the way ya know,” Akane explained as she stayed standing there between Shōta and the door. He reached up and cupped her cheek in one hand. Akane’s heart thundered in her chest as he stepped a bit closer.

“You’d want me to kiss you?” He sounded more happy than he did surprised.

“Shō I’ve been dreaming of kissing you for years. I’d be able to die happy if you did,” she said before she could stop herself. Her face was hot with blush, and he stepped close enough that Akane could feel the warmth radiating from his body.

“Then may I kiss you,” he asked. Akane had to be dreaming. She pinched her cheek that he wasn’t holding, and he laughed. “You’re not dreaming I really asked.”

“Then yes please,” she breathed. His face got closer and Akane’s eyes fluttered shut. His breath hit her face with warmth and the smell of mint. After a few seconds that seemed to drag out forever his lips were on hers. Soft, smooth, and warm. His hand slid into her long orange hair, and she wrapped an arm around his shoulders. His lips pressed into hers more and then a few seconds later they were gone from hers. She opened her eyes to find him still close to her. Close enough she could still feel and smell his breath on her face. She wanted more, so much more but she knew she couldn’t handle it right now. Not mentally anyway. He kissed her nose and then stepped back two steps.

“That was everything I’d dreamed it would be and more,” she said breathlessly. His hand slid from her hair and found her hand.

“And even though last night was the first time I’ve dreamt of kissing you it was just as wonderful for me,” he smiled as he tugged her over to her bed, “now let’s see what there is to watch while we have snack yeah?” She sat in her usual spot and this time he sat next to her instead of adjacent from her as he had been last night. Her lips still tasted like his and she couldn’t think enough to find the remote.

“You, okay?” His voice was sincere. She turned to him and smiled.

“I am I just can’t think because my lips still taste like you and as much as I know neither of us want to rush anything, but I really want to kiss you again,” she explained. He reached up and cupped her cheek in his hand again.

“Then by all means kiss me again if you’d like to,” he breathed out. She leaned up and closed the space between them as she shut her eyes. Her lips met his and his other arm looped around her middle back. He pulled her closer which deepened the kiss. She wrapped both arms around him and slowly parted her lips. His lips followed her lead, and she hesitantly slid her tongue into his mouth. A soft moan escaped her mouth and as if he was anticipating her retreat from embarrassment he let go. She pulled back enough that their noses were still touching. Akane went to say something, but Shōta held up a finger to her lips.

"Don't apologize like I know you're about to try to do, I'm never going to be upset by you stopping anything between us at any time," he whispered. Akane pulled back another few inches and spotted the remote buried under his pile of snacks on her nightstand.

"Then I'd like to just watch a movie and ask you to forget that noise you heard," she said as she leaned around him and pulled the remote from under the snacks before straightening back up. "I mean it'll be hard, but I'll try my best," he said honestly before he leaned back against the pillow, he had put between himself and the wall her bed was against. She turned the TV on and found that one of the movies that had been made about All Might was playing on TV.

"Okay this one's literally my favorite and I'm not apologizing so it stays on," she declared as she tossed the remote across the room in case he tried to object or change it. This made him laugh loudly. She turned to fixate him with a playful glare which caused him to stop laughing and return the look. After a few seconds of this stare down he reached behind him and sent one of the snack cakes flying at her. It hit Akane square in the chest and she gasped. He doubled over with laughter, and she threw the cake back at him. Even bent over his scarf snapped up and caught the sweet snack easily. She shuddered a bit and he looked up at her seriously.

"I can leave this on the floor with my other layers if you need me to, it's just like a second skin so I almost never remember to take it off," he offered. Akane shook her head.

"No, I'm okay that wasn't a bad shudder," she said shyly before turning to pretend to watch the movie. She saw Shōta straighten up in her peripheral vision with a smirk on his face.

"For someone who agrees we shouldn't rush this you seem to be having lots of dirty thoughts this evening," he teased. She snatched the snack cake from his scarf and tossed it at him again. This time he let it bounce off his chest.

"You're on my bed, in my room flirting with me after doting on me half the weekend. What more did you expect," she teased back. His smirk turned into a smile as he leaned back against the pillow again and opened the poor smooshed snack cake.

"Nothing actually," he said before stuffing half the thing into his mouth. Akane giggled and turned to watch the movie this time. She scooted a little further away but only so she could lay down with her head in his lap again, she had done this last night and could swear he didn’t stop smiling the whole time. He ran his fingers through her hair as they watched the movie together. She reached over once to grab a snack because she still really wasn't feeling too hungry. After a while Shōta's fingers in her hair started to soothe her to sleep.

"If you keep doing that, I'm going to fall asleep," she warned.

"And much like with the rules of a cat I wouldn't be allowed to move until you wake up or move off of me, whichever comes first," he teased but kept running his fingers through her hair.

"What if you're late for class tomorrow?" He just kept running his fingers through her hair. Her eyes started to flutter shut before he finally answered.

"Then I'd be late and if anything happened, I'd trust Shinso, Midoryia, and Ida to handle it. Now shush and sleep if you'd like to." She nodded and allowed his fingers in her hair to fully lull her to sleep. Akane's alarm went off at 5 am like it always did and she reached over to turn it off. The noise stopped before her hand reached it and she realized Shōta must have stayed here. She opened her eyes to see she was lying halfway on him.

"Five more minutes," grumbled and pulled her closer. Her heart fluttered and she giggled.

"Okay but then we have to get up," she whispered. He nodded once and then went back to breathing evenly. Her alarm went off again ten minutes later and he smacked the snooze button again.

"Okay okay fine I'll get up," he grumbled again. He opened his eyes which were blazing red and Akane felt her hair shrinking in length. A soft growl came up from his chest and he blinked, turning his eyes back to their usual black. Her hair tickled her back through her shirt as it grew back out to her waist. "Though with a view like this I'm not sure why I'm complaining." Akane giggled and blushed as he cupped her cheek.

"Mmmmmm I'd say you could get used to it but I think we'd be breaking our 'taking it slow rule' by waking up in each other's arms every morning after only three days," she said as she sat up and looked down at him.

"True that we would be, but also it's much easier to wake up in the morning when the view is so nice," he smiled at her as he sat up. At some point during the night, he had lost his shirt and Akane quickly looked away. Though not before she got an eye full of toned muscles. Her face was bright red, and she knew it.

"You should probably put your shirt on," she whispered.

"Do you want me to?" His voice was still thick with sleep and Akane could feel her spine tingling.

"No but that might also be breaking our rule," she said a bit louder.

"It's up to you Akane, as is everything we do," he said. She turned back to look at him and bit her lip. He really was incredibly sexy no matter what. His abs were perfectly cut into an eight pack. His pecs were toned just right for his lean frame. His arms, though seemingly small, nearly doubled in size when he flexed them for her appreciation. Her ears were red now and when she looked up at his face so we're his cheeks.

"Please don't dangle me over a bridge when I say this, but you really are beautiful," she breathed. His face got dark, and she yelped. She went to scramble out of the bed, but his arms were around her waist and pulling her into him before she ever made it to the edge.

"Take it back. Right. Now." He growled in her ear. His chest was pressed to her back and was radiating warmth.

"Are you going to let me go if I do?" She was teasing but she wasn't sure he heard her tone. He really didn't like being complimented, did he?

"Yes, I will," he breathed in her ear. "Then nope. You're beautiful, sexy, and all around incredibly fucking hot Zawa," she tossed in the nickname for extra effect.

"Oh, you're in for it now," he growled in her ear again which made her giggle more. His lips were on her neck in a matter of seconds and Akane melted. Her whole body went almost limp in his arms as she moaned softly with each touch of his lips on her skin. After five or six kisses he suddenly tensed up and pulled back, letting her go in the process.

"I'm so fucking sorry Akane, I didn't ask and I basically-" Akane put her hand over his mouth.

"Nope you didn't hurt me. I was teasing and pushing buttons. You were just waking up and you were only returning my energy. Kissing my neck wasn't too far. In fact, I would have done the same thing if I were you," she quickly explained. He kissed her hand, and she moved it away.

"I'll tolerate being called anything but beautiful," he said, his face still a bit dark.

"Why? You are incredibly beautiful," she whispered. He growled softly again.

"Because Hizashi uses it to tease me all too often," he ground out through clenched teeth. "Okay I take it back. You're still incredibly sexy but I won't ever call you beautiful again," she said louder.

"Thank you, Akane. Now as much as I'd love to stick around for you to give me another reason to entice those melodic moans from your lips, I need to get on different clothes before I go teach these kids." He slid off the bed and pulled on his shirt and started on all his other layers. Once he was dressed, he cleaned up his snack messes and turned to her. Akane was digging through her closet looking for some thicker clothes since snow was falling outside the decent sized balcony doors she had in her room. She would shower tonight so the warmth of the water would keep her warmer overnight since Shōta turning up last night had made her forget to shower. So, she hadn’t showered since Monday night after he left. She turned around to face him and found him standing a couple of feet away.

“May I have another kiss before I have to go keep these kids alive for another day?” His voice was soft in tone again. Akane nodded and he closed the gap between them. His fingers of one slid into her hair and the other hand found her lower back and pulled her body flush to his. She dropped the sweater she had been holding to put on as one layer and wrapped both arms around his shoulders as his head dipped down to hers. Her eyes closed and his lips met hers. Deep but not rough. He lingered as long as he dared to, not trying to push her past this simple kiss. After what seemed like forever in a day and not nearly long enough at the same time he pulled back.

“If you’d like we can use one of the empty training facilities to work on your quirk tonight,” he whispered with his nose still touching hers.

“I’d like that so that way if anyone tries to start anything we can play it off much easier,” she said. He nodded and briefly kissed her nose before fully pulling out of her arms.

“I have to go now but I’ll see you this evening outside of the teacher’s dorm at 7, don’t be late or I’ll actually make you run laps. I’m not joking.” Something about his tone told her he was serious. She nodded and went back to her closet to finish finding clothes for the weather. She heard him open the door and when she looked over, she saw he was checking to make sure no one else was around before he slipped out the door and closed it quietly behind him.

Later that evening as the snow fell at a steady pace Akane found herself outside the teachers’ dorm building at 6:55. The door opened spilling out soft warm light into the darkness of the early evening and out walked Shōta.

“Ahhhh good you’re early, that makes me happy,” he said as he pulled the door closed behind him. He walked down the few steps that led from the door to the sidewalk where Akane stood and offered his arm to her. She looped her arm around his and he started walking her towards the training facilities presumably. They walked in a comfortable silence as the snow picked up around them a bit. She hoped the training facilities had working heat. A few minutes later they were opening the big door to one of the empty training facilities. It was pitch black but much to Akane’s relief the heat seemed to have been left on.

“Made sure it got left on myself. I knew it would end up snowing harder, so I made sure to find the one of your fellow janitors to ask that they make sure it didn’t get turned back off,” he explained as he started to shed his thicker layers. Akane started stripping off her own layers leaving her standing in just her pink tights and a loose-fitting black shirt over her underwear. She looked over to see Shōta was in a pair of jeans and a tight fitting dark blue shirt. The color really looked good on him, and she wished he’d wear color more often, even if he stuck to the darker shades of the colors, it would still suit him. He was walking over to the wall and after a few seconds dim light filled the space from only a fifth of the lights being turned on. He looked back with that soft smile on his face she was starting to grow accustomed to and that made her smile.

“Alright so we are going to start small and work as long as you’d like to,” he said his voice slightly echoing off the walls of the empty gymnasium looking room. So, he had chosen a room that didn’t have giant pieces of a mountain side or raging rivers in it. Good because she definitely wasn’t ready for any hero training or anything. There were some obstacle course stuffs pushed to one side and a bunch of thick foam mats pushed off to another side. She followed him as he led the way to the middle of the room and stopped. “I’m going to turn your Quirk off and when I do I want you to concentrate on how that feels in your body. Not the sensations from your physical appearance changing but internally. You’ll understand what I’m saying when I do it.”

“Okay, I’m ready whenever you are Shōta,” she nodded to him. He blinked and when he opened his eyes again, they were blazing red. She focused on how she felt during the brief seconds where his quirk affected her body. Warmth bloomed in her stomach as a wave of something flowed through her. When she looked back to Shōta to confirm if she had felt the right thing he was smiling at her even more.

“That was great Akane, now I’m going to turn my Quirk off and again I want you to feel the sensations that causes in your body as your Quirk comes back.” He blinked again and Akane focused with her eyes closed this time. The warmth bloomed in her stomach again followed by the wave of something washing over her. Only this time she was able to identify that the sensation started at the very top of her head. When she opened her eyes Shōta was still standing in the same spot and his eyes were their usual black. He nodded again.

“Good Akane now you know where your Quirk is centralized in your body. Now let’s move on to small feature changes. Focus on your hair and think of how you want it to look while feeling that sensation. Make the sensation move where you want and affect your body how you wish it to,” he explained.

Akane focused on making her hair pink and just long enough to brush the tops of her shoulders. The sensation bloomed at the top of her head again and she focused on it more. She thought about it moving out to the ends of her hair and it did. Focusing on the thought of it pulling up from her waist to the tops of her shoulders, she felt it do just that. Finally, she thought about turning her hair bubble gum pink and watched Shōta’s face light up which told her she had succeeded.

“You really are a natural,” he gasped as Akane made her hair change to his. She wondered just how much she could push it but didn’t want to leap right into something that might have her on bed rest for two days again. Though this time around she suspected they’d just send her to Recovery Girl.

“Maybe I can do more than we thought,” she contemplated aloud.

“Maybe you can Akane but let’s take it slowly please. I’d for sure take you Recovery Girl this time but I’d rather not have to do that to begin with,” he said softly in tone as he got a little closer.

“Okay so what should we try next?” He stopped a good ten feet away and shrugged.

“Without pushing yourself too hard too fast it’s up to you now,” he explained. She sighed and thought about what she wanted to do. She knew she could change her hair, eyes, eyebrows and lips painlessly, but did that mean it would stay the same throughout?

“Shōta what if it hurts me to use it to do more than just superficial features,” her voice was laced with enough worry that he closed the gap between them and grabbed her hand gently in his.

“The only way to find out is to try. So, let’s start simply. Try focusing on your pinky finger in my hand. Make it longer and see if it hurts.” His voice was soothing and so she focused again. She thought about the sensation moving from her head to her right pinky finger cradled in his hand. When she felt it there, she focused on the thought of the sensation elongating her finger an inch. She watched as it grew that inch but didn’t hurt. It barely even tingled.

“Oh, okay well that was almost pleasant,” she whispered.

“We were right though. You’re capable of more than we thought,” he said and squeezed her fingers gently. She made her finger return to the normal size with a little more concentration and then stepped back a couple of steps.

“I want to try something, and I ask that you don’t stop me because I promise I won’t push myself too far,” she said. He nodded and watched her. She closed her eyes and focused intently on her memories. She was searching for the one vague memory she had of her father from when she was four and he left. When she had focused on what features of his she could remember she focused on her quirk. She felt her eye shape change, her lips change, her cheeks got bigger and her hair got incredibly short. It was in soft curls on top of her head. Akane opened her eyes to see astonishment written all over Shōta’s face.

“Do you recognize this face? Even vaguely,” she whispered. He studied her face and then his own face fell. Sadness filled all his features and panic filled Akane.

“I’m sorry Akane but he got arrested in the first raid on the Yazuka hideout that resulted in us rescuing Eri,” his voice was barely above a whisper, “in fact I captured him myself.”

“Oh well, that’s what he gets for abandoning his wife and daughter to join up with a bunch of delinquents,” she scoffed. Her eyes closed again as she focused on her quirk and made it return her features to the ones she preferred.

“Akane are you sure,” his voice sounded a bit uncertain.

“I’m positive. He chose to abandon us, didn’t even send us any kind of money from his bullshit, never called me on a single birthday or holiday. He got what he deserved. No chance he’s in Tartarus so I don’t have to worry about him getting out,” her voice rose with hope at the end. He nodded confirming he was locked in the highest security prison Japan had to offer and Akane smiled. “Good that’s really good.”

“Is there anything else you’d like to explore about your quirk? Anything else you’d like to try?”

“Well, I was thinking about one other thing I’d like to try.” She closed her eyes and focused on her quirk again. When she opened her eyes, she knew her face was an exact replica of his because his mouth was hanging open.

“Small shapeshifting quirk my ass,” he breathed out in amazement.

“Okay now please stop wearing my face it’s incredibly uncanny.”

Akane nodded and this time kept her eyes open as she focused on her quirk. She felt the process take a couple seconds less than the last time and she smiled.

“Wow I’m already getting a bit better at this.”

“Yes, you are and that’s honestly amazing dear. If you’d like to, we can work on your handicordination once you get your glasses in,” he suggested.

“We could definitely do that and then maybe after a bit of practice we could bring in more of your fellow teachers and I could shift into one of them and you could try to tell us apart,” she suggested in return.

“It would only work if I wasn’t in the room when it happened, otherwise it wouldn’t work,” he teased.

“Well obviously,” she stuck her tongue out at him, and he playfully lunged at her in response. She yelped and stumbled back a couple of steps.

“If you’re going to tease me expect me to respond in a similar way to that every time,” he warned. She made a mental note of that and smiled.

“Well then, I think we are done for tonight. I’d appreciate if you’d walk me back to my building, but I think it’s best you sleep in your own room for the next several nights, so no one gets any ideas.”

“I think that would be best as well,” he agreed. They walked over to where they had left their piles of layers and started to tug them back on. Once they were dressed Shōta made his way over to the thermostat and switched the unit off. She waited by the door as he turned off the lights. Once he was next to her he offered her his arm and smiled. She wrapped her arm around his and they walked towards her building. This time they walked a bit slower as the snow had stopped at some point while they were inside training. Once they reached her building Akane felt a twang of sadness hit her heart. She knew as the teacher of the leading class of upcoming superheroes at the leading school for training upcoming superheroes his days wouldn’t always be this leisurely. She wasn’t sure when she’d get to see him again.

“Let me have your phone number so that way when things pick up here in a few days and I can’t see you for a while I can at least keep in touch with you, so you know why,” he said almost as if he had read her mind. She dug out her phone and put it in his hand. He pulled off one of his gloves and typed his contact information into her phone. He handed it back to her and she immediately texted him her name, so he had her number.

“There now whenever you get caught up training the next generation of Toshi’s I’ll at least know you’re not dead,” she said seriously.

“Would it be okay if I stole one more kiss before we don’t have the ability to be alone together again?” She nodded and he closed the small gap between them. He kissed her deeply but briefly so as to avoid attracting any attention. When she closed the door to the building behind her Akane’s heart sank a little more.

It was two weeks before Shōta and her found themselves alone together again. During those two weeks four days he and his class had been off campus on some kind of training exercise or another. Akane spent most of the time doing her work with the same pace and tenacity as before. She couldn’t allow this to affect her work. Her routine of making sure his classroom smelled like lavender instead of harsh chemicals never faltered. She made all the other classrooms smell like vanilla, but she had learned from the one magazine interview he had given when he was still an up-and-coming superhero that he loved the smell of lavender.

During the days he was on campus they would occasionally see each other. They’d pass in the hallways, and he’d shoot her a smile followed by a text that ranged from “Hope this isn’t too much but I do miss you” to “you should be practicing your quirk even if I’m not there to guide you.” The first one always made her respond with “it’s not too much, I miss you too.” The second one always got a response of multiple eye rolling emojis. He usually ignored those. Everything else always got a different response. Two days before he returned from the training trip, he told her he would have time the day after he got back and wanted to know if she wanted to hang out. She had agreed only if he promised that if she proved she’d been training that they would do literally anything else. So, he agreed and invited her back to his dorm building.

“Alright show me what you’ve got,” he said once they were settled in his room. Akane was tucked underneath his Kotatsu table, and he was sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand. Akane focused on her quirk and changed her face. In twenty seconds, her face looked like Shōta’s. In another twenty seconds it looked like Hizashi’s face. Then twenty seconds later she looked like Kaya. She had taken this seriously and now it no longer took her several full minutes to change her features.

“Okay you have been practicing,” he exclaimed as she made her face look like her own again. She proudly took a drink from her wine cooler and then smiled at him.

“I told you I was practicing Mr. Teacher Man,” she teased. He set down his beer on the table and slid onto the floor next to her on his knees.

“Say that again if you want to end up pinned to this floor with my tongue down your throat,” he growled out softly. Akane squealed as her face turned bright red and scooted back a little bit from him.

“Okay I promise I’ll stop teasing you,” she giggled as she held up her hands in surrender. He smirked as he tucked himself under the table too and took another swig of his beer. “Though since it is my nature it’s going to be hard. Though maybe that’s why….”

“Akane don’t. I know what you’re thinking. Don’t. No one deserves to be assaulted the way you were, do not blame yourself. I’m sorry if my response triggered you and I can promise to never respond that way again if you tell me to,” his voice had taken on that soft tone again that had a way of soothing Akane to her core.

“Okay Zawa I won’t and don’t worry you didn’t do anything wrong. If it wasn’t for us taking this slowly, I would have teased you again, but I don’t want to rush you or myself,” she explained. His face grew a little darker but not in an angry way, it was more playful than it was this morning.

“It’s up to you Akane. All of it. If you want to tease me until I pounce on you and kiss you until you’re dizzy, do it. If you want to grab my remote and put something on the tv and pretend this never happened, then do it. Everything that does or does not happen between us is entirely up to you,” he explained in that soothing voice again.

“Well then Mr. Teacher Man why don’t you put your money where your mouth is,” she taunted. In an instant he had her pinned to the floor with his hands on her hips and his body mostly pressed into hers. He didn’t pounce on her hard enough to make her hit her head hard, but she still gasped a little bit. His mouth claimed hers and she wrapped her arms around his back. As his lips coaxed hers open, she tangled one hand into his hair and let his tongue slide into her mouth. The taste of him flooded Akane’s senses as he licked at her tongue slowly. She felt a moan well up in her chest and cut it off before it could escape her lips. He licked her tongue again almost as if he wanted her to moan and she couldn’t stop it this time. The moan floated from her lips and his hands on her hips tightened. He licked her tongue again more eagerly this time and she licked his back. Their tongues and breath intermingled as his hands stayed right on her hips. She kept one hand in his hair and the other on his lower back. His taste filled her head and made her start to slip into a space she hadn’t been able to be in in a while. His lips trailed along her cheek and stopped at her ear.

“Would you like me to stop,” he breathed against her ear. She shook her head.

“Please not yet.” His lips were soft on her ear as he whispered in it again.

“Then may I kiss down your neck and move my hands elsewhere?” She nodded again, not even bothering to ask where his hands were going to end up at, she trusted him. The feeling of his lips on her neck only heightened the feeling of his hands sliding up and they came to rest a couple of inches below her breasts but still mostly on her sides. Her breath hitched in her throat, and he stopped.

“Please don’t stop. I’ll tell you when you need to stop.” He kept kissing her neck and left his hands right where they were. She tugged at his hair a little bit and he moaned against her skin.

“Oh, Akane that’s a bit of a dangerous button to be pushing.” The warning in his voice was clear. Akane might have been bolder in the past, but she simply let up on the pressure on his hair. His lips continued to make their way down her neck and once he reached her collar bone, he started to kiss his way back up. He hesitantly slid one of his hands up to rest right under her breast and when she didn’t object, he didn’t move it. Akane’s head was spinning in the best way possible as he grabbed her hands and pinned them to the floor as he bit her neck right below her ear.

"Too much.” He immediately stopped and pulled away from her. He helped her sit up and blushed.

“Sorry I should have asked first,” he muttered as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s alright Zawa I promise. You got caught up in the moment,” she said and grabbed his hand softly. He looked at her and when he saw there was only sincerity on her face he relaxed. “Well then let’s watch a movie and then I can walk you back to your building,” he said. She nodded and leaned into him. They settled on a random action movie and cuddled the whole time they watched it. When he left her at her building, he stole another kiss with the promise to see her tomorrow before he wouldn’t be able to for a bit. She would spend every moment until then replaying every second of that passionate make out scene.

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Here is chapter one in case you come across this post first

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