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tiza0925 · 10 months

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Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe, Seijoh!Hinata, Underage, Established Relationship, NSFW, Sexual Explicit Content, Blowjob, Handjob, Teasing, Semi-public sex, Literal Sleeping Together

Pairing: Oikawa x Hinata

He doesn’t know why—maybe some part of him is still shy because Oikawa is older and more experienced and hell, they were rivals at one point—or it could be because there are other people in the room— But Hinata swears he can feel his heartbeat in his ears when he places one palm against Oikawa’s chest, and wets his lips. “I…might have a few ideas in mind…” “On?” Oikawa asks in that lazy voice, still occupied with trailing his lips over Hinata’s jaw, finding comfort in the contact. “…How to help you relax.” Hinata hears an interested hum in return—he could feel it roll against his skin—and Oikawa smiles against Hinata’s jaw. “I’m curious now.” Or: a fic where Hinata gives Oikawa a hand & blow job under the covers while in a room with a few other people at night

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Transferring to Aoba Johsai wasn’t all too bad, contrary to what Hinata initially assumed it would be.

Hinata got to be part of a great volleyball team, learn valuable skills to improve himself, make even more friends and—

“Tooru?” Hinata’s voice is so low, barely a whisper, as he looks up to the sleeping brunet that’s just inches away from him.

—And he ended up becoming close to the one guy that Hinata, once upon a time, was too scared to even approach without trying to hide behind his former teammate, Tanaka.

Hinata hears a small hum from Oikawa, but the man’s eyes are still closed, his breathing short of calm and a little ragged, and Hinata swallows before he speaks again. “…Are you okay?”

Because he sure as hell doesn’t look too great with the way Hinata can see the furrow in Oikawa’s brows, the tension in his jaw, and how rigid he feels against Hinata.

Hinata watches the Adam’s apple in Oikawa’s throat bob with a swallow as the man hums, and his voice sounds all throaty when he whispers back. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Hinata frowns, still analyzing the sleeping face in front of him. “Because it’s almost four in the morning and you haven’t slept yet,” Hinata presses his lips into a thin line, “and you look like you’re ready to fight someone.”

For a moment, Oikawa’s chest squeezes with a small dose of fondness at how easily Hinata can read him.

Which would be scary—had it been anyone else—because he hates being read so easily. Doesn’t like when someone can tell what’s up with him with just a simple observation from the eye.

But with Hinata?

He doesn’t know what it is—but Oikawa relishes it whenever Hinata can pick up on such small things.

Because in this case—it’s not to take advantage of him. To beat him at volleyball.

It’s just an act to show that the redhead cares—and Oikawa will always hold that aspect dear to him.

Oikawa takes his time to answer with a deep breath—causing his chest to rise and fall—like he’s contemplating what to say next, before he decides to open one eye to look down at Hinata, and tries to initially play it off with a smile that never really reaches his eyes. “You’ve been watching me all night, hm?”

“Tooru,” Hinata hisses with clenched teeth but—

“I mean,” Oikawa merely continues in a hushed voice, “I don’t mind it, it’s kinda cute actually.”

But Hinata doesn’t play into it as he gives Oikawa a pointed look, and it takes nearly three-seconds before the brunet deflates as he closes his eyes and lets out a heavy sigh.

…But sometimes, being read so easily by Hinata can be a pain when he’s stubborn and won’t let a topic go if he knows something is wrong.

It’s a blessing as much as it is a curse sometimes.

“Fine,” Oikawa relents, because he knows damn well Hinata won’t rest now until he talks about it.

Because that was what they both agreed on for this relationship to essentially work.

Communication is key, no matter how difficult it might seem at first.

Lifting his chin a little more, Hinata regards Oikawa with concern woven into his brows. “Is it because of the match we have tomorrow?”

Yes. No.

Maybe.

It shouldn’t be because of that but…

Oikawa grits his teeth, hating how—even now—the sole idea of going against Shiratorizawa manages to get under his skin and occupy every single thought he has.

The pressure to beat them. To look at Ushijima and not feel like a loser compared to him.

To show everyone—and himself—that he pushed himself to practice nonstop for a reason and it wasn’t a waste.

But it’s hard to not feel tense about a match against a rival like Shiratorizawa. No matter how nonchalant Oikawa likes to carry himself against any threat he faces in the public eye.

It’s why they’re at the training camp right now. To prepare for matches such as this.

And it’s their last day—last night—before the big game. Oikawa is bound to feel just a tad bit nervous right now.

Slowly, Oikawa’s eyes flutter open, and he looks down his nose at Hinata with a small wince as he whispers, “It’s stupid, isn’t it?”

It’s also why they both need to keep their voices down at the moment.

Because sure, Seijoh is a powerhouse and their budget is considerably high for the volleyball team—meaning their training camps are much better than what Hinata remembers from Karasuno—

They still need to share a room with a few other people at night. Making it a total of 4-5 players per room.

It’s not a lot—but it’s still enough to ensure their voices are kept quiet when Oikawa and Hinata talk.

Plus—their relationship isn’t exactly…out there. Not yet.

Only Iwaizumi knows. The rest of the team? They can wait.

“It’s not stupid,” Hinata moves a little closer, and his hand moves up to brush Oikawa’s jaw, leaving tingles behind on smooth skin, causing the brunet to close his eyes and take in the comforting touch for a moment, “I still get nervous in big crowds,” Hinata shrugs, “it just takes time.”

Yeah, and it seems like it’s taking forever for Oikawa.

Oikawa lets out an amused breath through his nose, and the side of his face crinkles with a soft smile as he looks back at Hinata. “Always the one to have a way with words, huh?”

Hinata lets out a small snort at that, and gently flicks Oikawa’s ear before pushing just a tiny bit closer—his face practically getting stuffed against Oikawa’s chest. “I’m just saying it’s normal to feel that way,” Hinata mutters, “but you also still need to get some rest tonight.”

Even if Oikawa—somehow—manages to survive off of a few hours of sleep before a game—

He’s still human. And ever since Hinata became part of his life—the redhead always tries to ensure Oikawa gets a somewhat better sleep schedule.

“Can’t,” Oikawa sighs, relishing how Hinata’s body fits just right against his.

Hinata tugs on his lower lip with his top teeth, thinking about something, before voicing the obvious reason out loud. “Because of the nerves.”

A large but grounding hand comes to rest on top of Hinata’s head, fingers slightly ruffling the copper strands—a silent answer from Oikawa. “You get your rest, though,” the brunet smirks ever so lightly, “we both know you need it more out of the two of us.”

That’s not the point.

But Hinata shakes his head, keeping Oikawa’s gaze as he narrows his eyes. “I can’t do that knowing you’re going to be up and restless all night.”

Oikawa purses his lips right after that, knowing there’s no point in fighting it when it comes to Hinata.

Damn him.

“Stubborn.” Oikawa quietly snorts and shakes his head in slight disbelief before he’s moving his head down to capture a soft kiss from Hinata, giving the redhead’s lower lip a sweet pull as Oikawa murmurs against his mouth, “Remind me why I’m still stuck with you?”

Hinata’s answering grin is nothing short of playful. “Because you like me.”

And Oikawa sure as hell doesn’t have anything to say against that.

The corner of Oikawa’s mouth curls up just a little more, and he gives in to another kiss—because it never feels like enough with Hinata—as he hums, savoring how responsive and giving Hinata is with his kisses. “I guess you have a slightly valid point—”

“Hey—”

“But,” Oikawa pushes on, as quietly as he can while in a room with two other people, and he lets out a defeated breath, “I can’t promise I’ll be able to relax enough to get some rest tonight.”

Hinata sighs at that, taking in the apologetic note in Oikawa’s eyes, as he at least appreciates the man’s honesty.

Fair enough. But it sucks and Hinata doesn’t like that Oikawa is still too tense and—

And…

And an idea—not a very safe one at that—comes to Hinata’s mind at that moment as Oikawa takes it upon himself to start leaving small pecks all over Hinata’s cheeks and nose.

“…” Hinata nibbles on his lip, and even if they’ve done stuff before—they’re both far from being virgins ever since Hinata came to Seijoh—there’s still this spike in his heartbeat whenever Hinata even considers initiating something.

But he swears he can feel his heartbeat in his ears when he places one palm against Oikawa’s chest, and he wets his lips. “I…might have a few ideas in mind…”

“On?” Oikawa asks in that lazy voice, still occupied with trailing his lips over Hinata’s jaw, finding comfort in the contact.

“…How to help you relax.”

Hinata hears an interested hum in return—he could feel it roll against his skin—and Oikawa smiles against Hinata’s jaw. “I’m curious now.”

And maybe it’s because Hinata doesn’t usually initiate as much as Oikawa does.

Or it could just be the number of kisses he’s getting from the brunet while their bodies are practically melded into one on the futon they’re on.

But Hinata’s breath is just a little shaky when inhales, and he begins to slide his hand down Oikawa’s chest and past his stomach. “It’s just…I’ve always noticed that after we—you know—”

And it’s what he says next that has Oikawa stopping his movements, and his eyes widening with both surprise and intrigue—

“Do stuff and—” The tips of Hinata’s fingers dance along the shorts Oikawa has on, and the brunet can feel all the blood leave his brain and head to one specific area at that very moment, “you always seem to be more relaxed after…”

And Oikawa’s mouth runs dry—making it almost difficult to swallow—and his tongue is heavy as he takes in what Hinata is alluding to based on how he’s impishly playing with his waistband, and the words that just came out of his mouth.

Fuck.

Oikawa almost sounds pained, because as much as he would love that—

“Shouyou…”

—They’re not alone. People—their teammates—are just a few feet away from them.

And god—the idea of risking it is so damn appealing but…

But they shouldn’t. Right?

That’s—

It’s—

Oikawa sucks in a sharp breath when Hinata grazes his fingers over his growing bulge, and whatever rational thought that Oikawa had just a few seconds ago immediately turns fuzzy and all he can think about is Hinata.

His hands. His mouth. Feeling good and—

Hinata is the one to initiate. Him being just a little bolder.

It does things to Oikawa.

Shit.

Oikawa is careful with how low his voice can go as he pulls away just enough to look Hinata in the eyes, only feeling slightly concerned for a different reason. “You don’t have to, you know.”

But Hinata is quick to reassure him as he adds just a tiny bit of pressure against Oikawa’s hardening dick that’s still covered, and Hinata’s eyes are so sure when he puts on a light smile. “I know.”

And who the hell is he to deny Hinata if he wants to? Fuck morals and being a conscious teammate, right?

Oikawa searches Hinata’s far one last time, just to make sure he’s 100% with this, and all he gets in return is the eagerness in those eyes and…

“…” Oikawa slowly tips his head up ahead from where they’re sleeping to look at the two other guys on their own futons—noting one is sprawled out like a starfish and breathing heavily while the other is snoring like there’s no tomorrow—

And at that moment—Hinata takes the time to dip his fingers under Oikawa’s waistband, feeling the faintest brush of hair on Oikawa’s navel, causing the older one’s eyes to droop down halfway.

But it’s not until Oikawa feels fingers wrap around his dick—they’re rough but so warm—that his jaw goes slack, and any worry he had about being caught instantly fades away, his vision going just a bit blurry, and all he can focus on is this.

Hinata’s hand was on him. Hinata fisting him and slowly—oh so slowly—sliding his fist along his shaft.

Oikawa relaxes into a shaky breath as Hinata keeps up the leisurely pace of his hand sliding up and down, and Oikawa tips his chin down to bury his nose and mouth into Hinata’s hair—coconut and rainfall fill his senses—and he tries to focus on breathing evenly.

But it’s not that easy.

Hinata’s hand is relatively small, sure, and the friction is rough with no lube at all but—

Hinata knows what he’s doing. The perfect way to pull on Oikawa’s cock to get the man to keen and his legs tensing.

To let his palm go over the head of the brunet’s dick and take advantage of how sensitive it is, and using the pre-cum that’s pooling at the top to spread all over the top—making Oikawa shut his eyes and breathe heavily into Hinata’s hair.

He never thought it would be so easy to lose his composure from a simple handjob.

Especially not when Oikawa got his fair share of them from a few girls he’s fooled around with from his classes.

It never had such an impact on him as it does now.

It never made him feel like he can float and let everything go—his mind running blank and putting all of his trust into the person making him feel good.

But then again—Oikawa never felt the same way for anyone else. Not as much as he feels for this little redhead that decided to transfer to this school one random day.

With the way they’re positioned, Oikawa’s neck is right near Hinata’s face—and Hinata takes that as an opportunity to lean forward and kiss Oikawa’s neck and—

It’s always a surprise whenever Hinata just knows what to do to make Oikawa nearly melt under Hinata’s doing.

And it shouldn’t be—not when they’ve been together for a little while, now.

But maybe it’s because Hinata never really looks like the type to know what he’s doing whenever it’s anything other than volleyball—

Because Oikawa barely manages to stifle a groan when he feels soft lips suck at his pulse—such a simple gesture but enough to push him a little closer to an orgasm—coupled with Hinata’s hand making him feel so good and—

And relaxed. Taking his mind off the match they have tomorrow.

Thank god the two other people in this room are heavy sleepers.

The next stroke Hinata gives is a little harder, picking up the pace, and he seems intent on making Oikawa combust at any moment with how hard he’s sucking on Oikawa’s neck.

Fuck—he’s gonna leave a mark.

(And that thought alone turns Oikawa on even more.)

It’s a shame, really. Oikawa almost feels bad that no one else gets to experience what it’s like to have Hinata take care of them—to make them lose their mind in bed.

But that’s the keyword: almost.

Because Oikawa sure as hell doesn’t mind being selfish in being the only one who knows this side of the redhead.

Hinata takes his time peppering kisses along Oikawa’s neck, chest, and the other side as his strokes become more intent on making the brunet cum and finally get some sleep.

It’s the little breaths Oikawa lets out, how he’s subtly moving his hips in tandem with Hinata’s hand to get more out of it—

That does things to Hinata as well.

It makes his cock swell in his shorts and he’s sure Oikawa can feel it against him with every rock of his hips whenever he chases Hinata’s fist.

There’s a muffled moan against Hinata’s hair when the redhead massages the spot just under the head of Oikawa’s dick—a spot that he knows drives Oikawa insane—and Hinata slides his tongue up the side of the brunet’s neck, tasting bits of salt and everything that makes up Oikawa on his tongue.

“Sho—“ Oikawa starts with a hushed tone, only to cut himself off when Hinata squeezes the tip before sliding his fist back down to the base of Oikawa’s cock, his fingers reaching out to give his balls some attention as well.

He’s so close. Oikawa can feel it with the white-hot sparks of pleasure that make his back arch and his stomach grow so tight with heat.

But there’s just one issue.

Pulling back, Oikawa catches his breath, being careful not to wake up the other two in the room, and he looks down at Hinata with half-lidded eyes, his mouth opening—

But he doesn’t get to say what he wants. Because instead—

Hinata swallows down the whimper Oikawa lets out the moment Hinata goes in to kiss him.

The kiss is gentle but still manages to make Oikawa breathless, shuddering into it as one of his free hands comes up to hold the side of Hinata’s head, kissing back as much as he can while slowly falling apart by Hinata’s rough hand.

And god—it’s so easy to let his mind run wild when Hinata is making him feel like this.

Thinking of all the things Oikawa wishes they can do right now without the restraint of others potentially catching them.

It’s—

“I—” Oikawa lets out a heavy breath, his mouth grazing over Hinata’s as he whispers, his mind turning into cotton the closer his orgasm approaches, “I’m close—”

All Hinata does is hum in response—like he already knew that or something—and kisses Oikawa one last time, all soft and lazily, before he decides to do something that he knows is risky but—

But he rather not make a mess and have Oikawa cum all over his hand. Not when there are no tissues around.

It’s when Hinata’s hand stops for a brief moment—causing Oikawa to pout because he was right there—that Hinata takes it upon himself to lift the covers and shift his body all the way down—

“Shouyou—” Oikawa’s surprised tone borders on being a little too loud, but can you blame him when all of a sudden—Hinata is dipping under the blanket and—

“Shit—” Oikawa sucks in a small gasp, and his eyes blow so damn wide as he looks back up to check on the two other people in the room—still sound asleep, thank fucking god—and he bites on his lower lip so hard he might break the skin.

All he feels is warmth—something wet and soft wrapping around his dick—and his hand flies down beneath the covers to find purchase as he holds onto Hinata’s hair.

Fuck, fuck, fuck—

Hinata gives Oikawa’s cock a slow, indulgent suck as he hollows his cheeks, letting his tongue drag over the shaft and head—careful not to make too much noise from it—while he wraps his fingers at the base.

And it feels good—the weight of Oikawa on his tongue, filling his mouth and he can taste him as Hinata moves his head to slide Oikawa’s dick further in, almost hitting the back of his throat.

Feeling it throb and knowing that he has control over Oikawa’s pleasure right now—

It’s exhilarating. A feeling Hinata never really knew he enjoyed until now.

His fists follow with every bob of his head, leaving a trail of saliva every time Hinata’s mouth comes up to the head, and he darts out his tongue to lick the slit of Oikawa’s cock—making the brunet turn his head to stuff his face into the pillow to muffle his groan and the muscles in Oikawa’s thighs tense—before going back down to take in as much as he can inside his mouth.

It’s hard for Hinata to not moan while he has his mouth stuffed—he doesn’t want to risk waking the others up—but fuck, it just feels too good and Oikawa’s reaction is going straight to Hinata’s dick—

Oikawa doesn’t last for long.

Not when Hinata starts to get more into it, trying to take Oikawa as deep as he can while his tongue comes out to lick wherever it can—twisting his fist in this motion that he knows will tip the brunet over the edge, Hinata’s saliva making it a little sloppy and—

God—

The only warning Hinata gets is a few taps on his head, and the redhead closes his eyes, making sure his throat is ready, pumping Oikawa’s cock until he feels white, hot spurts of cum spill into his mouth.

They gotta make sure they don’t make a mess, right?

He continues to suck, swallowing as he does so, all while Oikawa silently twitches in the futon, his mind running blank and he feels so hot everywhere and it’s just Hinata and pleasure in his head.

Hinata only starts to slow down when he feels Oikawa squirm and the man digs into his hair—silently telling him that it’s almost too much and Oikawa is boarding the line to overstimulation.

The thought is tempting, though. Hinata always loves to overstimulate Oikawa whenever he can.

Because of the image he gets after? Probably worth as much as winning a game in volleyball.

Oikawa’s breaths are heavy, and his limbs feel like jelly, as he tries to catch his breath and his senses return to him.

Hinata manages to move back up and out from the blanket—one thumb wiping the corner of his mouth—and his breathing matches Oikawa’s as he regards the older one with a soft note in his eyes.

“You okay?”

Oikawa huffs out a breath, a light chuckle gets woven into it, and he takes a moment to just clear his throat to think about it.

He feels…better. Hinata sure does know how to help him relax.

His muscles don’t feel like they might cramp up from tension, and he can feel sleep approaching to take him down for the night.

Guess a good orgasm is truly all it takes for a horny high schooler, huh?

“Better,” Oikawa settles with as an answer as he gives a genuine smile when he looks at Hinata, feeling all warm and boneless inside.

A satisfied hum comes from Hinata, followed by a little smirk as he sits up on one of his elbows to reach over for his water bottle to wash down his mouth and throat.

And to be honest—Oikawa does feel ready to sleep now. He can feel it in the way his body is giving in for the night and his mind is too tired to worry about tomorrow’s match.

He can simply knock out if he just lets his eyes close.

But—

He moves one of his legs to get in a more comfortable position—but that only causes him to accidentally graze his knee against Hinata’s groin and—

Oh.

He feels a bulge. A hard one. And Oikawa swallows thickly when he realizes that Hinata is really turned on right now.

“You’re still…”

“We need sleep,” Hinata cuts him off as he tries to swing one arm over Oikawa’s waist to pull him closer and get comfortable for the night.

But Oikawa shakes his head because he is not letting Hinata just go to sleep with a hard-on like that. “Let me help you—”

“It’s late—”

“I can be quick,” Is Oikawa’s response, and Hinata’s lips press down into a contemplative line after that.

It’s not that he doubts Oikawa can make it quick. He’s embarrassed to admit just how easy it is to make him cum whenever Oikawa is involved.

It’s just…

Hinata looks up above them two to analyze the two other players sleeping in the room.

It’s late. They should get some sleep. And what if they actually get caught this time?

But then—

Oikawa does this thing where he’s trailing his hand all over Hinata’s body, and he adds more pressure against Hinata’s bulge with his knee—teasing it and—

Christ.

“…You’re not going to let me sleep until you get your way, huh?” Hinata sighs in slight defeat—only because he really wants Oikawa to get as much rest as possible—and looks back at the brunet with a tiny curve on his mouth.

Oikawa smiles like he knows he already won. “Nope.”

“You’re—” Hinata doesn’t even get the chance to finish his sentence because Oikawa is already moving down and underneath the blanket, clearly eager to suck the redhead off.

Hinata huffs out an amused laugh as he looks up, one hand threading through Oikawa’s hair as he uses the other hand to rub down his face, and murmurs into the silent room. “Unbelievable.”

Don’t worry though—they still get their night’s rest.

…Just after a few more orgasms, both of them pushing the limit on how far they can go without being caught by their roommates, and the high of the upcoming match muddling their rational thinking.

End.

You can also read this fic on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48424408#main

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