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Kissing Kageyama Pt. 2

Well this was never supposed to happen. Someone had mentioned to me about a month ago that they wanted a part two of this story and while I didn’t have plans for it, I couldn’t get it out of my head. So here is part two to Please Me: Kissing Kageyama. Thanks @millenialfanfictionaddiction for beta reading :)

Kissing Kageyama Pt. 2 WC: 8.7K ; 29-minute read ; Fem Reader Warnings: Minors do not interact. See tags for any specific triggers

The backs of your legs hit Kageyama’s bed and you nearly fell backwards had he not wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you up. He smiled against your lips before returning to what you were previously doing.

Kissing Kageyama this time around felt familiar and yet very different. He still worked wonders with that tongue and it had you arching your back before anything had really even happened between you two. The other familiar part was his hesitancy with everything else he did, his unsure movements leaving you guessing as he’d rest his hand on your hip only to quickly pull it away and set it on your waist or your cheek. It definitely made you wonder how you let this happen again, how you let yourself get charmed into another night with the setter when the last time was underwhelming at best.

After finding out Kageyama was the famous setter from Team Japan, you gave him a call. There was never any intention of ever using the phone number he had left in your phone, but one-night-stands become slightly less one-nighty when you learn that you had slept with a famous olympian.

With the decision to meet up again the night of that first phone call, you thought that there might be something between the two of you. Not that you wanted anything between the two of you. You were very content being alone, but having someone that wanted the occasional hanky panky and nothing else, while simultaneously looking like Kageyama, was a rare find. How he managed to convince you to meet him again when the last meeting fell short of your expectations was beyond you. You tried to blame it on his endless charm, but honestly, his charm was nonexistent. You could really only blame yourself.

Either way, the meeting that night didn’t happen. There was no hanky panky for you that night or the night after or the night after that. There was always something coming up. Whether it was practice or a game or your period. There was always something. When he finally asked to meet up again three weeks later, you thought it was a joke as you were beginning to believe he didn’t actually want whatever it was that he wanted your phone number for. It turned out that being an olympian kept you busy and Kageyama just sucked at communication. Big surprise.

That’s what brought you to his apartment building. His expensive, very large, and slightly intimidating apartment building where he opened the door with a smile.

Kageyama pulled you inside and immediately brought his lips to yours in a fiery kiss that drew your breath from your lungs. You certainly didn’t remember that happening last time. The rest of his apartment was a blur as he brought you to his bedroom and lowered you to his bed. The cold sheets hit the backs of your arms and forced a chill to run over you. It crossed your mind for a second whether these cold sheets were clean or not, but you could smell the fresh detergent as soon as you were able to get a breath in when Kageyama moved his lips down your jaw.

“H–how have you been?” You asked, quietly.

“What?” He pulled back to look at you.

Honestly, what? Why were you trying to have small talk right now??

“Have you been doing well?” You repeated, trying to sound confident. Somehow confidence made everything okay, though you weren’t sure how confident you actually sounded or if confidence would have helped this situation at all.

“Yeah, yeah,” he breathed, nodding, “I’ve been good.”

“Good.”

“Yeah.” He forced a swallow. “H–have you been good?”

“Yes.” You nodded. “Very good.”

“That’s good.” He awkwardly nodded with you.

God, you really messed this up.

Kageyama watched you for a second before speaking.

“I’m gonna kiss you now.” He smiled and you only let yourself nod, worried you might say something stupid.

Honestly, small talk? At this point? You had no idea what you were thinking. The mood was good and definitely didn’t need small talk. Not to mention, you really didn’t care about how he was doing.

That’s not entirely true. You weren’t heartless, but based on how he looked, everything was in working order and that was good enough for you.

With unnecessary small talk out of the way, you pulled at the hem of his shirt, lifting it up until he tugged it over his head and tossed it aside. Okay, the talking you didn’t miss, but that body? Hell yes, you definitely missed that. Every single inch of him was amazing. You ran your finger across the humps and ridges of his ab muscles and it didn’t matter to you that you knew he was purposely flexing. You liked it either way.

After he deemed it enough time to enjoy his body, he leaned back over you and attached his lips to your neck as he worked on your top. He slowly undid each button, his mouth following the exposed skin as it grew until he was at your navel and he sat back to help you pull off the shirt. Those lips. You never wanted them to leave your skin.

He seemed to like the lime-green bralette you wore last time and you were stupid enough to pay attention to that so this time you wore a bright yellow, demi-cup balconnete bra and he definitely took notice. You waited, watching his mouth hanging open until it started to get weird and you propped yourself up on your elbows.

“Are you going to just sit there or are you going to take it off?” You laughed and he blinked quickly, looking up at your face and the corner of his mouth quirked up.

“Right.” He nodded and leaned forward again. In his defense, your bra was entirely see-through so he had a lot more to see than last time. His lips were pressed uncomfortably against yours as you propped yourself up and he tried to do the same, having no balance as he worked to unclasp your bra. “Almost got it.”

“Are you sure? It doesn’t feel–”

“Got it!” He sat back, a proud and satisfied look on his face, while he most certainly did not get it. Your bra was entirely still on. In fact, it felt like he might have unclasped it and reclasped it on a tighter clip. “Damn it.”

That’s what it was. That was his charm. That was what had you continuing the disaster of a night last time and what made you agree to have another one tonight. Kageyama was adorably pitiful sometimes and you couldn’t help but smile. Something about seeing a complete disaster in another human was actually endearing. You were sure most of his life he had things together, but this, sex, intimacy, he was completely out of his element and these were the things you couldn’t resist.

“Let me help.” You sat up and gently pushed on his shoulder so he would lay down on the bed. Kageyama’s eyes stayed on you. He hated that he couldn’t do things. It didn’t matter how many times he’d done it before, he couldn’t get himself not to fumble around. He wasn’t this person. He wasn’t the person that didn’t know how to do things. He was reliable and skilled, everyone else saw it. But for some reason, with you, he wasn’t. You didn’t look at him in the way others did and it only made him want to try harder.

Your bra slipped from your shoulders and down your arms before you tossed it to the side and looked down at him with a smile. He wasn’t smiling. He just stared, his eyes on yours before they slowly moved down your body. His staring might have been a lot, but you honestly liked it. He had a way of making you feel like he just wanted to eat you up and you kind of liked that. It was definitely a compliment to be stared at in that way and he was very good at it.

“I don’t remember you looking this good last time,” he said quietly and you wondered if maybe you spoke too soon. Not the worst thing to say, but certainly not the best compliment.

“Oh…kay…”

“No, I just mean that you weren’t as pretty.” His eyes widened and you were sure he felt the insult before you did. “Fuck. No.”

He hit his palm against his forehead and sat up, hoping to somehow undig the hole he was digging. Maybe he could eat you up with his eyes, but the man couldn’t use words to save his life.

“Are you trying to insult me?”

“Of course not. God damn it.” He laid back on the bed and covered his face. Every time he opened his mouth, stupid came out. It was like he couldn’t even control it. Yeah, he wasn’t the best with words, but damn, even he knew how to call someone beautiful.

“It’s fine, Kags.” You leaned over him and laid your cheek against his chest. He was warm. Warm and soft and honestly just big. Compliment, insult or whatever he was doing, it wasn’t going to ruin your night. “You’re lucky I’m not bothered by those things.”

You sat up and unbuckled his pants, sliding them down his legs before he uncovered his face to look at you. Keeping your eyes on his, you slowly undid your own pants and let them fall to the floor. You watched as Kageyama sat up, swallowing hard as his eyes followed your pants down your legs before shooting back up to your underwear.

Yes, you were wearing a matching set. It didn’t happen very often and you did buy this particular set for this particular night, but he didn’t need to know that. Honestly, you didn’t think he would have even cared about the set at all but seeing him look at you when you had on the bra and seeing the way he looked at you now, he made it feel worth the effort.

“You look… great,” he mumbled, each word seeming as if it strained him to get them out.

“Thank you.” You stepped closer to the bed and he walked himself to the edge until he could pull you into a kiss and pick you up.

The tiniest reminder of what happened last time flew through your mind and you tightly gripped his shoulders, but Kageyama just set you down on the bed gently before deepening the kiss, allowing his tongue to overtake yours in a way that made your eyes roll back.

With things moving along swiftly, you figured it was a good time to get the party rolling and you reached down in between the two of you and into your underwear. Kageyama could feel your hand as it made its way down and watched your movements. At first, he was just looking while he continued kissing you. A little awkward, a little uncomfortable, but you thought he was doing it just to turn himself on. Soon, he pulled away from the kiss completely, pulling back so he could get a clear view.

“Let me do that.” He didn’t ask, he didn’t demand. He just sort of said it and honestly you were a bit stunned. You couldn’t figure out if you were surprised or nervous. From what you remembered last time, the guy had no idea what he was doing, nor did he show any interest in really learning. Still, he softly grabbed your wrist and moved your hand aside, replacing the fingers in your panties with his own.

Now, you would be the first to admit, when someone knew what they were doing, having them do it felt infinitely better than doing it yourself. The important part was, they had to know what they were doing. It was very important and honestly, most often not the case. You laid there, half expecting Kageyama to fumble around a bit as he watched your face for all the signs of mind-blowing pleasure so he could feel good about himself. He seemed like that type and you might have been willing to give him that.

As it turned out, he wasn’t that type because instead of staring at you, he laid down, half on you and half on the bed, and propped himself up on his free arm before lowering himself until he could comfortably kiss your neck.

He wasn’t even going to watch you? You momentarily questioned everything until his lips found that wonderful spot on your neck and your mind went blank, your head relaxing against the pillow under you.

Relaxed was good. Relaxed meant that you could wait for him to get bored with touching you and you could pick up where you left off before and get the show on the road. That was the plan.

Well, that was your plan. Kageyama had a different plan and the moment he actually started touching you, he sighed quietly. It was definitely quiet, but because he was right next to your ear, it was anything but quiet and entirely beautiful. If you weren’t already wet, you were definitely wet now. His fingers slipped through your folds and gathered your warm wetness, bringing it all to rest gently as he slowly circled your clit.

His plan was so much better than your plan.

Holy fuck. Your eyes shot open as he sped up his hand and you could feel the building of warmth in the core of your body. Wait a second. This felt… good. This felt so good. Where was this last time? Your head fell back into the pillow and you bit your lip through a moan. His fingers didn’t miss a beat. You would be the first to admit, it might have been a while since you’d been with someone. And you weren’t just talking the last three weeks. Even before that, it had been a while. So when you couldn’t control the level of hip bucking that was going on, you were attributing it to that.

It might have been fast, but it didn’t even matter. Your entire body was trembling. It had only been a short while and you were covered in sweat, your hips twitching, head shaking, all while you had a death grip on Kageyama’s shoulder. It didn’t matter, the man’s fingers continued to work their magic while he buried his face into your neck. Occasionally he would moan softly and it only had you moaning in return. Not as softly.

Finally, your body couldn’t take it anymore. It was like you felt the release just before it hit, like a bucket filling with water and that moment just before it starts spilling over the edge, the anticipation had your vision went white and your entire body tensed and you lifted your hips from the bed in a weird glute bridge, but oh god did it feel amazing. You gasped quietly, unable to breathe while your body stiffened and shook with pleasure.

The ugliest groan escaped from you as Kageyama’s fingers somehow prolonged an already horrendous orgasm. It was torture and at the same time breath-taking. Literally. You had never felt anything like it and if you weren’t experiencing the greatest orgasm in all of history, you might have felt embarrassed.

And still. Kageyama never missed a beat.

Finally, you could breathe again and you gasped for air, chest heaving quickly and you lowered your hips to the bed. You were numb. You’d had great orgasms before, spectacular orgasms, but never to the point of feeling completely numb. Your hand trembled slightly as you rested it on Kageyama’s shoulder.

“Kags?” Your voice was quiet and you leaned away to try and look at him, but all you could see was his ear. His mouth was working over your collarbone and you certainly didn’t want to interrupt that.

“Was it okay?” He asked. “Do you want more?”

“First of all, I am always going to want more.” You managed to joke and he chuckled against your neck and leaned back, looking down at your legs, shaking slightly. Holy fuck, he did that. He did. “Can I ask what that was?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why are you… like…” You couldn’t think of the right words because you didn’t want it to sound insulting.

“What?”

“Why are you, like, good… now?” You now realized how stupid he must have felt when he was trying to compliment you earlier. He smiled and rested his chin on his arm. “Seriously, you were… I mean, you were really awful last time.”

“I was nervous.” He laughed.

“ That nervous?”

“Yes.” He shrugged and looked down at your shoulder, gently brushing his thumb over the soft skin. “You’re pretty and funny and I don’t know. You were so good so I just let you do everything.”

“I do tend to have control issues.” You’d like to say you were working on it, but you weren’t. It was a bad habit, but one that you had developed after being left disappointed by so many people.

“I don’t mind it.” He looked at you and watched your reaction as his fingers slowly trailed their way down from your shoulder to lightly brush over your nipple and you quickly inhaled. You knew he was that type.

“So in the spirit of telling you what to do,” you started, “how tired is your arm right now?”

“Have you forgotten that I’m an athlete?” He laughed and you realized you had yet to see his full smile before. It was odd. Not the smile itself, but like it was something he didn’t do very often.

“Get to it then.” You laid back down, getting comfortable as you waited for him.

“Can you maybe take those off for me?” He nudged his nose in the direction of your underwear and you reached down and pulled them off faster than you had ever taken anything off.

His lips moved to yours quickly while his hand pushed your legs apart and you waited for the wonderful feeling of his finger circling your clit to take over your body. It didn’t though. He seemed to focus his attention on just a general rubbing of everything and you had a brief moment where you thought maybe he had beginner's luck the first time. It was very brief though because soon after he pushed two fingers inside of you, searching for that special spot and your head was back to digging into the pillow under you.

To your surprise, he found the spot almost immediately and you were nearly back to doing a glute bridge on the bed. Waves of heat ran over you and your body was covered in sweat again. Could you really come this fast the second time? Every part of him touching you was building up a boiling heat in your stomach. It didn’t help that not only was he rubbing relentlessly over that sensitive spot inside of you, his thumb was gently massaging your clit. You could barely keep it together. You wanted to come. You could feel it right there. It was so close you could just let it go and release, but this time around, Kageyama’s moaning was uncontrollable. You remembered he was loud, but that’s when he was inside of you. At this point, he still had his underwear on as he grinded against your thigh. Seeing him lose it was half the fun last time.

“Kageyama.” You leaned back from the kiss, but he just brought his lips to your jaw, moaning against your skin. “Kags, stop.”

“What?” He leaned back, eyes half-lidded. “What’s wrong?”

“Lay down.”

“You’re not finished.”

“Just lay down.” You sat up and he fell to the bed. His fingers slipped out of you and you were really regretting this decision, but, if you remembered things correctly, it was about to feel infinitely better.

The front of his underwear had a little wet spot on it and it only made you that much more excited when you pulled them down his legs. You thought he was slightly out of it, but he moved so fast that he had a condom on before you even fully got his underwear off. It was honestly the small things that you found endearing.

You paused, contemplating saying the joke that was on the tip of your lips, but decided against it and instead sat down on his lap, slowly pushing him inside of you.

“Oh my god, you feel amazing.” Kageyama’s eyes closed and he gripped your hips, forcing them back and forth over him. “Holy fuck.”

Somehow, this man, who you’ve admitted on several occasions was very good-looking, just became even more attractive. The little thrust of his hips, his abs tensing and relaxing as he breathed, the muscles in his chest and arms pulsing as he tried to move your body, his neck veins, the sweat that was dripping from his temples and jaw, and the way his mouth hung open as quiet whines and moans pushed out past his lips, all of it sent goosebumps across your skin and a burning heat in your body.

You ground your hips down and he moaned loudly, his head digging into the pillow under him. You remembered that. You definitely liked that part. His loud moans echoing in his bedroom were much better than the love motel. Without the potential threat of getting kicked out because of a noise complaint, you wanted to see just how loud he could get.

Each and every time you ground down onto Kageyama, he felt like his body would explode. He would be the first to admit that he wasn’t that difficult to please. Sex for him lasted only as long as it took his partner to come because he was always shortly after that. With you though, it seemed different. He wanted things to take a bit longer, things to move a bit slower, he wanted to have more time with you. But he knew that if you kept grinding down on him the way you were, he wasn’t going to last much longer at all.

“Fuck, it’s too good,” he wheezed out, his voice strained from the moans. He opened his eyes and looked at you. You were smiling, looking down at him as your body bounced quickly and he bit back a groan. There was no way he would last much longer. He brought his thumb to your clit and started rubbing over it, first slowly, then quickly.

“Oh Ka–” Your head fell back with a heavy moan and you ground down even harder than you were before. “Faster.”

“Shit.” He moved his thumb even faster, his head falling back as your body sped up. He forced himself deeper, thrusting upwards each time you pushed down. Both of you were moaning loudly, the sounds bouncing around the room as he brought you nearer to your orgasm. “You’re so amazing.”

“Don’t stop,” you begged, but the second you spoke the words, your body fell back as your orgasm took over. He could feel your muscles tightening, your body shaking above him and he did his best to hold you there while he thrusted further into you. The tightening of your walls and the fresh warmth of fluid that fell all over his cock had him crying out as he orgasmed.

“God…” He gripped your hips tightly, driving his hips into yours with several heavy grunts until his entire body trembled under you and he fell to the bed. He was left gulping for air, his throat dry from overuse that you could almost hear him wheezing. You watched his body slowly calm itself down with his eyes closed. His chest rising and falling quickly, his ab muscles flexing, his shoulders still shaking and his hair soaked in the front, strands glued to his forehead, and again, somehow he managed to look even more handsome. “Geez.”

He rubbed his face and you took that as your cue to get up and you slowly pulled off of him, dreading the empty feeling as your bodies separated. You had always hated that feeling, but something about it now made it feel extra bad. If memory served you, Kageyama was a good two seconds from falling asleep and this was the perfect chance to step away.

As soon as your feet hit the floor, you felt his hand firmly grip your wrist and you turned to look at him. He was awake. Wide awake with his eyes staring clearly at you.

“Don’t go.” He sat up quickly. “Don’t leave so soon.”

“I’m just going to the bathroom.”

“You’re not leaving?” His eyebrows came together.

“No.” You chuckled and tugged your wrist until he let go. “Give me a second.”

He nodded and you made your way to his bathroom. Thankfully, it wasn’t that difficult to find since it connected to his bedroom. Blindly feeling around for the light switch, you felt the raised plastic and clicked it, light filling the room and you gently closed the door behind you.

Your original mission was to pee, but now that you were in there, you were interested in how he liked to keep things. Snooping was something you were good at. You had a feeling he was an organized person, but this was a whole different level. Everything had a place and was somehow made to look like decoration. Even his razor had a stand that looked like some sort of art sculpture.

Each drawer was perfectly organized with towels, cotton pads, cotton swabs, and toilet paper. There was one drawer at the top filled with lotions and expensive soaps. You didn’t know the brand, but you could tell it was expensive by the packaging.

The bottom drawer nearest the toilet was the least organized, you noticed. Random feminine products were stuffed in little trays. He had everything from tampons to pantyliners to makeup wipes to tweezers. He even had a facial massager in there which made you wonder if he had any idea what he was buying or if he just randomly went through aisles and put stuff in his cart. He also had a menstrual cup. Just one, which confused you for a second. Either way, the thought was appreciated and you made a mental note to remember it before you quickly peed and went back to the bedroom.

“Are you done going through all my drawers?” Kageyama’s voice came from the darkness. After turning out the light, it took your eyes some time to adjust.

“You heard that?” You cringed lightly.

“You were kind of slamming them.” He laughed quietly as you tiptoed to the bed, sitting on the edge. Your eyes adjusted and you saw him sitting up, his back against the headboard, watching you as you looked around his room. “You look pretty like that.”

“Like what?”

“Just sitting there.” He shrugged and leaned in a little. “What are you thinking about?”

What were you thinking? You certainly weren’t letting the comment get to your head. You weren’t thinking about how, for someone who stumbled over everything he was trying to say earlier in the night, he managed to switch it around and continued giving you the best compliments anyone else ever had. You certainly weren’t thinking about how you feel a little less alone when you are with him or about the fact that you didn’t actually like being alone even though you told everyone that you did. You definitely weren’t thinking those things.

Except you were. You were thinking of every single one of those things, but you couldn’t tell him any of it.

“Just thinking about how clean your bathroom is,” you lied and Kageyama laughed. It was that laugh that seemed almost wrong on his face, like it didn’t belong or didn’t know how to be there, but god did it look good. “I really like when you smile.”

Fuck. Why did you say that? Why did you say that?! It might have been true, but read the room, this was not the time for comments that sounded romantic. You just had sex. Couples say stuff like this afterwards. You and Kageyama are not a couple. You panicked slightly, trying to find a way to change the subject or at least fix it so it didn’t sound so cheesy, but you heard Kageyama laugh and you looked up to see him smiling.

“Thanks. Not many people tell me that.”

“Really?” You were sure he got tons of compliments from all his fans.

“I guess I seem too serious most of the time.” He shrugged.

“I find that hard to believe.”

“You don’t think I’m serious?”

“No, I mean, I don’t know. I’ve been around you a total of, like, eight minutes.”

“Well maybe if you wouldn’t leave so quickly afterwards, you’d know.”

“Fair point.”

“Every time I’ve opened my mouth tonight, I’ve managed to insult you.” He had a point and you laughed at his little eye roll. “Because of that, I just stay quiet. People mistake that for being serious.”

“I do agree that your compliments need work. But they’re not terrible .”

“They’re not?”

“I distinctly remember you calling me pretty earlier.” You pointed out and watched him think about it before you could see he remembered. “I also remember you saying I was amazing and so good .”

He laughed at your overly dramatic reminder of his compliments and you felt a fluttering in your chest at the sound. Kageyama was cute. So fucking cute. He had some weird quirks about him, but who didn’t? He was sweet, good in bed which was an incredible turn of events, and he was easy to talk to. These were all surprisingly difficult qualities to find. Most of all, he seemed to like you which was another quality that was difficult to find. Nearly impossible, actually. It really made you wonder why he didn’t already have someone. How could a guy this good, that could get anyone, be alone?

“Why didn’t you want me to leave?” It was a bit forward, you had to admit. It was forward and kind of a weird time to even ask it, but it had been weighing on your mind a bit. It wasn’t even that he didn’t want you to leave, it was that he seemed worried that you would. There was a definite difference between the two and you were curious about his thoughts.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “You make me feel less alone.”

“You know, any woman, or man, can do that for you too.” You smiled, leaning towards him and he shook his head with a smile.

“I can assure you, that’s not true.” He sat up, moving close enough to you to grab your arm and pull you to lay back in bed. You followed, letting him cover you with his blankets and he propped his head up on his elbow and stared at you. “Your company is different.”

“What is so different about me?” You rolled onto your stomach and looked at him, resting your chin on your palm.

“You’re just different.”

“How?” You were prying. This was definitely prying and you could tell that Kageyama struggled a little, but it seemed less like he didn’t want to tell you and more like he wasn’t sure how to explain it.

“I feel like when we’re together, I can just be me. It’s like I can forget that I’m a pro athlete for a while.” He seemed satisfied with his answer, but when he looked at you, he could tell you were still confused. “It’s like you not caring that I’m an athlete, gives me a chance to forget it too.”

You stared at him, your eyebrows together as you thought about it. It made sense, but also didn’t make sense.

“God, I suck with words.” He covered his face with his hands and groaned.

“No, no. I get it.” Well you sort of got it. “But it’s not like you’re wearing your uniform. It’s easy to forget.”

“You’d be surprised. I’m never just Tobio Kageyama with anyone.”

“Who else would you be?” Now you were confused again.

“Pro athlete, famous setter, olympian, rich guy with an expensive apartment–”

“In defense of that, you do have a really expensive apartment.”

“Did you steal anything from any of my drawers?”

“No!” You sat up, appalled that he would even think that.

“Did you tell anyone that you were with a pro volleyball player?"

“Just the friend that was with me when I found out.”

“Have you tried getting into any of the games using my name?”

“No, but–”

“Have you asked me for anything like getting into clubs or expensive jewelry or anything?”

“You know I haven’t. Who would ask–”

“Exactly. Who would ask for that? But people do.” He shook his head. “All the time.”

“Damn.”

You knew people could be shitty, but this was a whole other level of surprising. You worked in a bar and have come across some terrible people that treated you like garbage, but that was your job and you could walk away from it. Kageyema didn’t seem to have that luxury at all.

“Well, Tobio Kageyama, you do not have to worry.” You patted his arm and leaned closer. “I don’t even like volleyball.”

He almost snorted at that, shaking his head with a smile before staring at the wall for a short while and then bringing his attention to you.

“You know, I liked that you didn’t know who I was before, but I think I like it more knowing that you know.”

“Me too, “ you agreed. It was almost sad how something as simple as friendship or kindness or love could be so difficult for Kageyama to find. You were sure being a pro athlete had its perks, but given the opportunity, you weren’t sure you would give up your anonymity to the world or give up the comfort of knowing someone wanted to be with you because of you and not your money or fame.

While you were thinking, he had moved closer to you, resting a hand under your chin before leaning in and kissing you. You had been so caught up in talking that you’d almost forgotten that you both had just fucked. He opened his mouth, dipping his tongue out to taste your lips and you inhaled sharply. What was it about guys being vulnerable that had you getting so hot? You pulled back to look at him, wanting more and fairly certain he wanted more too.

Kageyama noticed something in your eyes. You were thinking of something and before he could ask you what, you smiled. A big, bright, wide smile that had his breath catching in his chest. What were you thinking?

“What?” He questioned hesitantly. You considered responding, but decided against it as you leaned in and kissed him again. Kageyama immediately pulled your body closer to him and deepened the kiss further. It almost felt strange though. It was a new feeling for you. He was naked and you were naked, but it felt different. It was almost more intimate, like cuddling without the cuddling part. Your hands ran all over his bare skin before they found themselves squeezing his ass. Somehow your hands always found themselves there.

“Yes,” he moaned into your mouth which made you smile and you couldn’t resist lightly biting his bottom lip which elicited another moan. God, he was easy. You loved how easy he was. He was also hard as a rock and you pulled yourself away from his lips, wiggling your way under the covers until you were between his legs.

Still just as beautiful. You hated that. Men shouldn’t be allowed to have pretty dicks. They should all be ugly, but that just wasn’t the case with him.

While you were down there, you happened to notice something you didn’t see last time. You were so sure he was one of those guys who had no interest in maintaining his pubic hair and just got lucky with a minimal, perfectly-shaped amount. But, just above his pubic bone where the hair seemed to magically stop, there was a little bit of regrowth. You didn’t see it last time because you weren’t this close, but this man actually took care of himself.

Your little celebration of hope for women everywhere ended abruptly as Kageyama shifted his feet back and forth, anticipating your touch. He gently lifted the blankets up and peeked down at you and you used the opportunity to hold eye contact with him as you slowly and lightly licked up the side of his cock.

“Oh fuck.” His head dropped back onto the pillows and his hips thrusted forward involuntarily. It was a really light lick, you could imagine how frustrating it must have been, yet he still ate it up and it only made you want him that much more. So, you picked up the pace a bit, your lips surrounding the smooth head before pulling off and slowly dropping deeper until you felt like you might gag. It had definitely been a while for you, so you decided taking your time was best.

The deeper you went, the louder Kageyama got. The faster you went, the more he begged for more. You didn’t know him that well outside of the bedroom, but his shy demeanor the first time you met, anxious or not, couldn’t possibly match how vocal he was now.

“Yes, baby! Harder!” He cried out and you were slightly confused by what harder meant, but he seemed happy as long as you continued so you just kept up with it. “God, baby… fuck .”

You were also a little confused because he definitely knew your name now, yet he still insisted on calling you ‘baby’. Either way, it was hot as hell hearing him moan like that, so you weren’t about to complain.

As you continued, you were sure he was close to climax when suddenly he quickly yanked the covers up and looked at you. You nearly jumped back, not because of him looking, though it was jarring having you suddenly exposed while having a full dick in your mouth, but what had you jumping was how surprised you were at the sudden movement.

“Get your ass up here.” He choked, his voice raw. You paused for a moment, almost confused because it sounded like you were being scolded? Maybe he wanted to role play. You sat up and wiggled your way back up to him and he shook his head. “No, no. Your ass.”

“What?”

“Your ass… Your butt. Bring your butt up here.”

“My ass and my butt are the same thing, Kags.” You honestly were confused because his voice was quiet and raspier than it normally was and what he was asking for didn’t make sense.

In the most dominant gesture you had ever seen from him, he sat up, rolling his eyes at you, and grabbed your hips while twisting your body so you sat on his face, keeping your face at his groin.

If you could have laughed, you would have. He meant your literal ass. Bring your literal ass up here. If it weren’t for how incredibly sexy it was that he lifted you so easily, the fact that the man was trying to sixty-nine by saying ‘ get your ass up here ’ would have set you into a fit of laughter. You weren’t laughing though because man was this guy it.

You leaned forward again, wrapping your lips around the tip of his erection and sucking lightly before you felt the most heavenly movement in between your legs and instantly pulled off of him.

“Holy shit.” Your hips naturally lifted and he grabbed them, pulling them back down. “Kags…”

That tongue. You knew that tongue would be trouble. You didn’t know when the trouble would present itself or how, but you knew that eventually it would. And now was when it finally did. If his fingers over your clit felt amazing, you didn’t have words for his tongue. God, and he was moaning. Hewas moaning as he pushed his face deeper in your folds.

“God…” You dropped your head to rest on his hip as you did your best not to grind down on him. You were turned on, definitely turned on, but this had you crying and clawing against his thighs. His tongue swirled and flicked and rubbed while he was sucking and kissing and still somehow moaning against your body. Those moans were going to be the death of you and it didn’t matter what you wanted to do, you body was no longer in your control because as long as he continued what he was doing, you couldn’t stop yourself from thrusting your hips forward and holy fuck–

You whimpered. It wasn’t even whimpering. Whimpering might have been sexy. You bleated. You bleated like some sort of fucking goat and it didn’t even matter because immediately your head flew back as your body contorted trying to arch your back in an impossible way. You couldn’t care though. You couldn’t care what you were doing, what your body was doing, or the fact that you were making animal sounds because Kageyama kept licking and sucking and your brain felt fireworks inside. Like the grand finale where it felt like it would never end, bigger and bigger sparks kept blasting through your mind and shooting through your body like electricity, tensing your muscles and forcing your nails to dig into his thighs. You felt sorry, so terribly sorry, and yet you couldn’t do anything but sob until the involuntary convulsing stopped and you quickly lifted your hips from his face, hearing him gasp for air.

He was at least breathing. That was a good sign. His chest rose and dropped quickly, each time hitting your stomach and you willed yourself to sit up and look at him, but you literally couldn’t move, your body exhausted. After a couple deep breaths, you were able to lift your head and realized you had drooled all over his perfect pubic hair. The chances of him not feeling it were slim and you cringed.

Your breathing slowed, returning to normal and you realized his did as well. A light warmth grew along the skin on your hip and you realized Kageyama was gently rubbing your body.

“You okay?” He asked quietly.

“What the fuck was that?” You did your best to turn your head to look at him and he looked confused.

“What?”

“How could you not tell me you were that good at oral?”

“I forgot.” He shrugged.

“You forgot.” You shook your head. “What the fuck.”

Finally, maybe it was annoyance at his nonchalance towards his skill that you had no idea he possessed, but you were able to sit yourself up and turn around, low crawling over to his groin and sitting yourself down. You lined yourself up, ready to sink down.

“Wait, wait.” Kageyama turned to his night stand and quickly pulled a condom out and put it on. God damn it, this guy literally ate you out to the point of you having no idea what you were doing that you nearly raw dogged it. “Why don’t you lay down.”

He sat up and leaned you over until you were under him and he slid himself in. This whole time you were thinking he was the easy one when maybe it was you. He thrusted gently before bringing his lips to yours and it was in that moment that you became more aware of what was happening, bringing your arms around him and wrapping your legs around his back. He thrusted faster and you realized that maybe it wasn’t the kiss that woke you up. How did this already feel so good?

“Holy shit. Already?” You mumbled, pulling away from the kiss and dropping your head back with a moan.

“Do you want me to wait?” He slowed down briefly.

“I don’t think you’ll need to.” You shook your head. He sped up again and almost immediately, you felt the building of heat in your stomach. “Faster. Faster.”

As he sped up, Kageyama’s moans became groans as he worked harder and you could see the sweat bubble up on his upper lip. All you wanted was to taste him and you reached up, bringing your lips to his. Even with him focused on driving himself into you, he still managed to melt against your lips.

Salty sweat and the little bit of you that was left on his lips had you deepening the kiss, pulling him against you. He lifted your hips up, trying to make it easier to thrust while kissing you, but instead just groaned against your mouth.

“I can’t wait,” he breathed.

“It’s okay.”

“You feel so good,” he whined, somehow moving faster. His eyes pinched shut and you could feel his rhythm faltering, his thrusts becoming deeper. As his mouth dropped open, it occurred to you that this entire time, you had never seen this man’s orgasm face. If his volume was any indication, you felt like you were in for a treat. Though, he did sort of have a resting bitch face, so maybe he just looked angry.

His fingers dug into your hip and you watched him clench his jaw, breathing through his teeth as he drove into you roughly. Again, his mouth opened and he grunted. It was an ugly grunt and you felt less bad about your previous goat bleating. Another grunt, another deep thrust and his face turned a dark red. Uncomfortably dark and you realized he wasn’t breathing, the veins in his neck bulging. Small whimper. Awkward thrust since he didn’t really pull out before he pushed in further. A gentle but firm hip squeeze and you could feel his body shaking. One last quiet moan.

Then he smiled. You pulled your head back a little to look. He actually smiled. There was no way that was it. No way was his orgasm face a smile. He exhaled heavily and took a deep breath, his face starting to return to its normal color.

“What the fuck?” You grumbled.

“What?” His eyes were still closed and you could tell he was still in a daze.

“What in the actual fuck. That’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?”

It didn’t matter, but god damn it, it wasn’t fair. Tobio Kageyama, you asshole. You grabbed his cheeks and pulled him down to kiss you, which he did. So fucking well. His arms wrapped around you and you tightened your legs around his waist. Kissing him before sex, during sex, after sex, it didn’t even matter. It always felt good. You imagined how kissing him at a cafe would feel. Or maybe in some alleyway when you sneak away from the crowds of people to get a moment to yourselves. You thought of kissing him in a movie theater, the way his arm would wrap around your waist and pull you into him. And kissing him in your apartment as you pushed your cat away just to get closer to each other.

With the worry that maybe you had taken it too far, thought too deeply into this, you pulled away from his lips. He looked at you and you were sure you probably had a look of worry on your face, but his own expression didn’t reflect that at all. He looked at you and smiled before gently kissing your lips and leaning back to look at you again. Were his eyes always this pretty?

“I should pee.” You spoke almost robotically. Trying to get away quickly, you rolled yourself to the edge of the bed, Kageyama’s barely flacid penis nearly being yanked out. “Fuck, sorry.”

You jumped from the bed and ran to the bathroom. This wasn’t good. Obviously you were attracted to him. You had known that from the first night you saw him. Somehow though, this kind of attraction felt different. It felt like something else. It felt like something more. Honestly, it felt like you had feelings for him.

“God damn it. It was that fucking pillow talk,” you whispered to yourself.

This wasn’t terrible. It was definitely not good, but it wasn’t awful. You liked being single and it really seemed like Kageyama was too busy for anything anyway. That was a good thing. At the same time though, it kind of hurt. Maybe things changed for him too. Maybe after the magical pillow talk, he felt differently.

Fuck, no, he had no reason to feel differently. You were the one that was impressed this time. He didn’t get anything different than the first time around other than a new bra color. Shit, you were the one reaching to his level now. He was hot, successful, funny, and good at sex? You had nothing. Nothing .

No. No . You’re overthinking this. You needed sleep. What time was it? You looked next to the sink and saw a clock. Of course he had a clock in here. Damn it.

You leaned over the sink and splashed cold water over your face. No overthinking. No expectations. Stop worrying. Just go out there and sit. That’s all you have to do. Just sit.

After peeing and a couple deep breaths, you opened the bathroom door. You had expected the cover of darkness in the bedroom to give you a couple more seconds to yourself, but when you opened the bathroom door, Kageyama had turned on the bedroom lights and you stood in the doorway. Not just stood, but stood completely naked.

Quickly ducking back into the bathroom, you looked for anything to cover with. There was a robe next to the shower and you grabbed it, throwing it on and moving back to the doorway. He smiled at seeing you in his robe and that was definitely not what you needed.

“Is there any way I can interest you in spending the night?” He asked, the boyish grin still on his face and he leaned forward.

“What would make you think I wouldn’t want to?” Maybe he didn’t take you running off to the bathroom as anxious, but more as ready to leave. This was good.

“You told me. In your text.” He held the phone up and it clearly said ‘do not expect me to spend the night’

“Oh, right.”

You hesitated. The thing was that being around Kageyama wasn’t actually that bad. The minimal texting you did over the last few weeks was kind of nice. He wasn’t clingy or overbearing, he listened, like actually listened to you, and compared to the first time around, the sex was pretty amazing. Scratch that. Even if you didn’t compare it, the sex was bomb. It was surprisingly difficult finding a man who looked good, smelled good, communicated clearly, and gave you orgasms. The communication on his part was shaky, but you had a feeling he was a quick learner.

You looked up at him as he waited for you to answer and you thought to add patience to that list. His hair was ruffled up on the side as if he had just woken up from one of those really deep naps that have you questioning what day it was. His cheeks were pink and his lips a little bit swollen, while his eyes looked exactly the same. The same heavy, narrow-eyed gaze. Except there was something sweet and hopeful behind it.

Maybe it was that you were recognizing the small changes in his face or maybe those small changes were because of you. Either way, seeing him look at you with that look in his eyes reminded you that being single wasn’t as great as you had been telling yourself it was. Being single was easy, but maybe easy wasn’t worth it anymore. Maybe the reason you had been convincing yourself it was great at all was because no one had shown you anything better. Maybe, though you were fairly certain, Kageyama had already shown you how good it could be.

“Okay.” You nodded. “I’ll stay.”

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ilylovelyz · 8 months

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⍣ ೋ the times they cried because of you

☆ includes ushijima, iwaizumi, atsumu, kageyama, bokuto

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI — he never cries. you met this guy when the two of you were young freshman in high-school, and you quickly became a good friend of his. that being said, you never saw him cry. even when the two of you began dating in your senior year, you still never did. years passed, and it was the same as the previous years. sure, he occasionally got upset, but even then, he still put on a stoic display, never really letting you in on that side of him. even at your wedding, he sure showed some emotion but he didn't cry. then came the birth of your first child.

"she's so cute, isn't she 'toshi..?" you said weakly, forehead still damp with sweat, bodu trembling with the aftershocks of your hard, long labor. your eyes fluttered open, focusing on the sight of your dear wakatoshi holding your newborn baby.

your heart fluttered at the soft image of your husband holding the tiny baby closely again his chest, his forehead mere inches away from the baby's forehead. it was barely there, barely noticeable. if it weren't for the reflection of light, then you wouldn't have been able to see the way his eyes were glazed over, corners red, tears brimming at the borderlines of his eyes.

he was so memorized, so in love with this product of you, this product of his and your love. god, you just make him the happiest guy on earth.

with a grunt, he sniffled lightly, trying to mask his emotions. "yeah.."

IWAIZUMI HAJIME — he hates crying. but being the responsible and knowing person he is, he knows that crying is inevitable. but the "strong", reliable guy in him wants to punch himself every-time he feels his eyes sting at the feel of salty tears brimming at his waterline. unbeknownst to you, he would avoid you every-time he felt like he was going to cry, usually hiding in the locked confides of the bathroom. he thought he was hiding it well, until one fateful day where it all came crashing down..

"haji?" you said on the other side of the door. he immediately shot up, his eyes darting to the doorknob. he always made sure to lock it, but today, he was just so exhausted and down that the idea of a lock was forgotten. crap, "hey wait-," before he could even rise up from his slouched kneeling position on the bathtub's side, you opened the door unknowingly. "i just need my–hajime?"

there he was, in all of his fucking glory, hunched over, his face long and clearly expressing his hurt feelings. his heart fell to his stomach, his vision going cloudy as his day just kept getting worse. "hajime?" you called out once more, only your tone had softened, more light and tender. you reached a hand out to him, eyes full of concern. he couldn't help but jolt away from your hand, eyebrows furrowing at your softness.

he didn't like your tone. why are you looking at him like that? like some sad kicked puppy lost in the middle of nowhere? it made him feel so small, so weak. "haji.. are you okay?" you whispered, crouching down to his level outside of the bathtub. you attempted yet again to touch the side of his face, lightly pressing your fingertips against his cheekbone before fully pressing your palm against the side of his face.

his lips trembled as he was just a second away from breaking down, his eyes locked on a single object as to hold on to the last of his will. you sighed softly at his resistance, of course he wouldn't want to cry in front of you, but you don't understand why, afterall, what makes a person weak for crying? "it's okay, hajime."

with that, fat tears finally ran down his cheeks, his eyes shutting close as he finally broke at your words. he could only grab onto your hand as you climbed into the tub, his head going straight into your chest as he sobbed and wailed.

MIYA ATSUMU — surprisingly, you've seen this guy cry many of times before. he cried when getting accepted into nationals, winning nationals, just crying at things any normal person would do. but he never cried for you. no, he held himself to higher standards. he'd never cry for someone, not even for you. yeah, he loved you, but he wasn't about to cry for someone like a little child. all high and mighty, he never thought you would actually have an affect on him like you do now. him being someone who wears his heart proudly on his sleeve, he found himself getting into an argument late at night with you, too prideful to back down.

"are you serious atsumu?! you know i'd never do that!" you yelled, voice hoarse and scratchy due to the ongoing screaming match between you and your boyfriend. "oh really?! then why were ya' 'll over that fucker earlier? huh?!" he yelled back, pointing out the way you were seemingly flirting with a guy at the club earlier.

but you weren't? you would never do that, you're not a scum. "what?! we were just talking?! am i not allowed to TALK to people atsumu?" you scoffed, arms crossing defensively. "if you wanna consider talking as flirting, then let's talk about that girl you were laughing with the other day? huh? let's talk about that!"

his eyebrow raised at your counter, fumbling nervously as he wondered what to say. "w-wh- you know what?! fuck you! i don't know why i'm even dating a bitch like you!" he said, almost immediately regretting his words when he saw the way your eye's widened at his harsh words. the apartment was finally silent as you registered his words, he wishes you had any sort of expression on your face, but you had nothing but a stoic and emotionless face.

"okay then," you finally said, arching your eyebrow in a taunting way, resting your hand down on your hip. "bye." you followed, grabbing your bag and your keys, turning your back on him.

he watched, frozen in his spot as you exited out the apartment with your composure. his body jolted when he heard the slam of the front door, finally letting out that breath he was unknowingly holding. he scoffed at what you said, clenching his jaw tightly as he tried to hold onto his pride. "damn it." he said.

he felt the tear roll down his cheek before he could even register that he was crying. "..damn it!"

KAGEYAMA TOBIO — to him, life is volleyball. his childhood consisted nothing of volleyball, and so will his adulthood. maybe his obsession with volleyball was a little extreme, but you never really minded. he respected you greatly for your patience, he wasn't dumb, he knew that his priority of volleyball was evident, so he always tried to make it up to you by spending time with you whenever you wanted. but it seemed like after awhile, he began to take your patience for granted. it wasn't until the nth time when he didn't show up for the nth date was when he realized.

kageyama was careful to shut the front door as quiet as he could, tiptoeing as he took off his shoes and walked throughout the dark hallways and into the master-bedroom. he jolted like a cat when he sat you sitting up on the side of the bed, back facing the doorway.

"y-you scared me. what are you doing up at this time? it's nearly 10PM." he stuttered obliviously. it was silent for a few seconds before you sighed, slowly turning your head to face him. "you forgot." you muttered before turning back to look at the wall. forgot? forgot what? it was then he noticed the way your hair was done, still clad in a pretty dress.

"o-oh.. the date! i-i'm sorry y/n, i promise i can make it up to you"— "don't bother." you interrupted, voice stern yet monotonous. what do you mean 'don't bother?' you love going on dates don't you? his lips pursed into a straight line, chewing on his bottom lips nervously. "w-what do you mean? i really promise, this thursday i have a free day.." he trailed off when you suddenly stood up from the bed.

"i mean that i think we should break up." his heart dropped at your words, eyes widening. break up? his mouth was agape, mind spinning with different solutions and apologies. before he could detest, you walked over to the corner of the room, pulling up a suitcase that he didn't even notice.

"b-but why? you said yourself that me and you are meant to be together?" he cried out, quickly rushing over to your side and grabbing onto your wrist. he watched your face closely, eyes taking note of every single feature of yours. you inhaled deeply, still refusing to look at him.

"i said that when we were in high-school and didn't have any major responsibilities. things have changed, we aren't in high-school any more. you're now a pro-volleyball player with big responsibilities, and i'm.. someone who clearly has too much time on their hands, wasting it on someone who can't give me any of theirs. it's not your fault, kageyama, but we just don't align anymore."

you finally said, tugging your hand away from his grasp. before you could take a step, his hands were once again on you, gripped onto your shoulders, forcing you to look at him. "but.. you said you would be there for my game at nationals.." he whimpered out, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

it was then, when you were finally walking out of his apartment, out of his life, was when he finally did realize, that maybe, he did take your patience for granted..

BOKUTO KOUTARO — this guy cries a lot. he's cried so many times you might have to start writing it down somewhere. he rarely masks his emotions, he's an open book. thats what you love so much about him, that he's so open and honest. you love the way he's so eager and sweet, you love the way he's always willing to talk to you and so damn clingy it's like you have your own personal koala. aside from the times he's happy, he's sad, sad because he didn't perform well, or because you didn't kiss him. but you never really made him cry, you'd never do that. or so you thought.

"y/n!! i missed you!" you hear a booming voice yell, his footsteps speeding up at the sight you. he paid no mind when you didn't respond to him, as you were currently hunched over the your work desk, laptop gleaming at you brightly. your back was turned to him, so you were basically calling him for a back hug.

"y/n!" — "not now koutaro." you interrupted, tone serious and stern. he raised his eyebrows at you with surprise, his arms a few inches away from your shoulders as they stilled in their preparation to hug you. "babe? is something wrong?" he asked curiously, lips pouting at your stern denial. you never decline a hug. you love them. right?

"i'm working. can't you see that?" you spit out, sighing deeply. you pull away your cramping fingers away from your keyboard, rubbing them over your sore eyes. "my gosh." you mumble under your breath, eyebrows intensely furrowed with stress. you had been working for a few hours straight, staring at nothing but a bright screen with words that were becoming incoherent to you.

you yelp out when you're suddenly pulled from your chair, being lifted up into bokuto's strong arms as he spins you around. "don't be so sad!" he says cheerfully, hoping to cheer you up with a big warm hug. only— this seems to make you mad. "put me down, koutaro!" you yell, pushing his chest away and forcing him to practically drop you.

"don't you see i'm working?! why are you so damn clingy? you're so annoying, god, why don't you just leave me alone?" you spit out. your words are like venom, stinging his heart greatly as his hair is quickly deflating once your words reach his ears. you simply return to your laptop once you've finished, typing mindlessly once more.

him? annoying? he didn't mean to annoy you..

he couldn't help but softly whimper, left standing in shock. he opened his mouth to say something before your previous words were reminding him to stay silent—leave me alone. he clutched his palms, looking at your turned back with teary eyes. he hopes you don't find him annoying for long..

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teamatsumu · 8 months

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kinktober 2023 - haikyuu edition

So here is the complete masterlist i did for kinktober 2023, and it is an all haikyuu special! I’m excited to share all these with you and I hope you like them!

Day 1: THIGH RIDING - Miya Atsumu x reader

Day 2: THREESOME - Bokuto Koutaro x reader x Akaashi Keiji

Day 3: PHONE SEX - Oikawa Tooru x reader

Day 4: SHOWER/TUB - Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader

Day 5: MUTUAL MASTURBATION - Kageyama Tobio x reader

Day 6: ORAL - Terushima Yuuji x reader

Day 7: ORGASM DENIAL - Matsukawa Issei x reader

Day 8: DOMINATION - Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader

Day 9: SKINNY DIPPING - Hinata Shoyo x reader

Day 10: VIDEO TAPING - Suna Rintarou x reader

Day 11: STRANGERS - Iwaizumi Hajime x reader

Day 12: PUBLIC PLAY - Tendou Satori x reader

Day 13: GROUP SEX - Seijoh 4 x reader

Day 14: AGE DIFFERENCE - Ukai Keishin x reader

Day 15: MORNING SEX - Bokuto Koutaro x reader

Day 16: DADDY - Miya Osamu x reader

Day 17: DIRTY TALK - Miya Atsumu x reader

Day 18: HAIR PULLING - Kozume Kenma x reader

Day 19: SPANKING - Iwaizumi Hajime x reader

Day 20: SCRATCHING - Bokuto Koutaro x reader

Day 21: WINDOW - Suna Rintarou x reader

Day 22: KNOT - Miya Osamu x reader

Day 23: VOYEURISM - Kageyama Tobio x reader x Oikawa Tooru

Day 24: CAR - Miya Atsumu x reader

Day 25: COCKWARMING - Sugawara Koushi x reader

Day 26: DEGRADATION - Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader

Day 27: HATE SEX - Kuroo Tetsuro x reader

Day 28: DOUBLE PENETRATION - Kita Shinsuke x reader x Miya Osamu

Day 29: BRAT TAMING - Kita Shinsuke x reader

Day 30: OVERSTIMULATION - Sugawara Koushi x reader

Day 31: BREEDING KINK - Miya Osamu x reader

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forusomimiya · 10 months

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"Honey, not now! I'm in the middle of a game!" he whispers, pulling the microphone away from his mouth, careful not to be overheard by the others as he watches you there, under his desk table between his legs, like a hungry little puppy.

He keeps his eyes on the screen, and the movement of the mouse under his hand is slippery when his hand starts to sweat as he feels his trousers unravelling. His heart beats fast. You can hear the guys on the other side of the headphones groaning as their team dies. All your fault.

"Why?" you vocalised softly, letting go of his cock. "They won't know."

"But you know I can't cont- BABE!" But it's too late for complaints. Your mouth is already full and your hands help you take him deeper. You can't forget about his balls either, his weak spot.

"Aggh, you piece of sh-" You watch as he quickly take off his helmets and settles into the chair, but not before helping you to remove the tracksuit shorts that blocked him from opening up more for you. "You know what you have to do”.

You give him a smile before lowering yourself back down to his balls as you watch how fast he pumps his cock, cursing and moaning your name with each lick and suck on them.

"Do you like when I take such good care of ya?"

"Shit yeah... always being so good to me. What a good girl"

"What would your friends think if they heard how you cum on my mouth? Wouldn't they be jealous?" Your tone grows more arrogant with every word, but you drive him crazy just thinking about his friends on the other side of the line hearing the mess you're making. Your tongue runs from base to tip. Both of you in contact.

"They should... you d- don’t get a sweet girl like you between your legs every day" His other free hand has moved to cup the back of your neck to cling tighter to you.

“Enjoy the show then”

They would, they fucking would, ‘cause your bastard boyfriend forgot to mute the microphone.

KENMA, TOBIO KAGEYAMA, Suna, Akaashi, YAMAGUCHI, LEV HAIBA

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chaepink · 6 months

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DAY 19: SUCH A TEASE | COCKWARMING

teasing kageyama is always fun, especially if it has something to do with him cockwarming you.

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ PAIRING ⸻ kageyama tobio x reader

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ WARNINGS ⸻ dom!gn!reader, dacryphilia, begging, cockwarming (character receiving), edging, riding, praise, pegging, strap can be read as a dick, reader can lift him up

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ WORDS ⸻ 1.8k words

KINKTOBER EVENT

You love teasing kageyama. Whether it's palming him under the table at a restaurant, making tears brim his eyes when you continue to overstimulate him, or being blunt with your words about how you want to just bend him over the nearest desk and fuck him till he can't think anymore. All three would result in kageyama flushing red and letting out a needy whine, stuttering out a quiet response.

And today is no different. With your focus solely on the work in front of you, you almost forget about him on your lap. That's until kageyama lets out a whimper, wrapping his arms around you tighter.

"Are you alright, kageyama?" He whines at you. Here he is, fully naked and on your lap with your strap stuffing him full. The tip is just barely touching his prostate and it brushes against it whenever he moves just a little, each time making him leak out pre cum from his hard red dick. It lays against your stomach and he tries his best not to move, wanting to be good for you. He's been cockwarming you for a while now and he's lost track of how many times you've edged him.

A mere hour or so earlier you were working on stuff you needed to finish until Kageyama kept begging you to pay attention to you. So a suggestion of him cockwarming you, some edging, and teasing now has you here. The tip of Kageyama's ears burns, not thinking it his neediness would result to this.

"ah! y-yeah i-im mmph! fine!" You let out a sigh before putting your pencil down and running your hand through his hair. You suddenly grab a fistful of it and pull it back, making kageyama let out a gasp as he throws his head back. Your other hand roams down his body to grip his thigh, giving it a squeeze.

In this new position, you're able to see kageyama much better. His face is flushed red and his eyes are hooded as he looks at you. You look at his dick and how pre cum continues to leak out of it like a broken faucet. The substance continues to drip down his dick and to the base. Ragged breaths escape him and your eyes trail down to where your strap disappears into his ass. The feeling of your eyes down there makes him subconsciously squeeze around your strap, making him let out a small moan. So needy.

"Really? It seems like you're falling apart on top of me already though from what I can tell." Kageyama lets out a cry when you grab his hips to slam him down on your strap, a squirt of his cum spurting out of his dick and staining your shirt. There's no warning for him as you continue your actions.

"s-shit o-oh my god! let me cum, please!" Kageyama lets out a sob when the strap hits the spot inside him that makes his toes curl and back arch back against the desk. When you keep going, kageyama begins to think that you're finally going to let him cum and pleas and begs flood out of his mouth. That's until you stop. He cries out before looking at you with tears brimming his eyes.

"Y-You're so mean, [name]! Stop t-teasing me!" He cries at you, trying to subtly grind against your strap as he paws at your chest. It's been the same thing over and over again. You pay attention to your work for a while before finally paying attention to him. But it doesn't last long cause all you do is edge him close to his orgasm, make him think each time would be the time that you finally let him cum, before stopping altogether and ruining his release. Then you go back to your work as if nothing happened.

You coo at him, cupping his cheek. You feel him lean into your touch with a pout on his lips. How cute.

"But you just make it so easy to be mean to you, baby. You let out those noises I love so much and you're just so pretty when you cry. I can't help teasing you." Kageyama shoves his head into the crook of your neck, hiding his red face. You hear him sniffle and he grips onto your shoulders for support.

"I-I keep getting so close! It h-hurts, [name]." You begin to mark his neck, leaving bite marks and hickeys here and there. Afterwards, you admire how the colors of the marks compliments his skin so prettily. While a part of you feels bad for edging him for a while now, another part wants him to beg for it more, to make him cry.

"Don't you want to be good, though? Wanna be a good boy for me, yeah?" He whines and nods hastily. Of course he does! "That's what I thought too. Good boys do what they're told don't they? So how about you let me do it again, hm? One more time, please?" Kageyama's breath hitches in his throat. You raise a eyebrow at his hesitation.

While he wants to be good for you, the pain in his dick and being denied release a couple times now is starting to get to him and he feels his mind getting foggy. Though of course, the right answer is always clear to him. He wants to be good for you.

He nods again but you tap his cheek, wanting a verbal answer from him. "Y-Yes." You smile at him. "Good boy. Tell me when you're close, alright?"

He shivers at the praise but you surprise him when you grab his dick and begin stroking it, the pace immediately quickening. He widens his eyes, the feeling of his orgasm and the need to release quickly coming back and overwhelming him. His noises fill the room and you almost feel bad for your neighbors who would surely hear him. Almost.

He shuts his eyes close and as his release quickly returns back, he's quick to tell you about it. Even though he knows it's going to happen, he still lets out a broken whine when you release your hand from his dick, ripping his orgasm away from him.

Tears are streaming down his face by now and you have to wipe them off his face. His eyelashes are clumped together and his eyes are glossy.

"You're doing so good for me, baby. That was the last one remember?"

He swallows and nods. You admire the way tears streak down his red face. Fuck, he looks so pretty like this.

"Bet you want to cum now right, doesn't it hurt?" Kageyama lets out a quiet 'yes', pouting at you.

"Go on then, put on a show and ride me." You don't have to tell him twice as his grip on you tightens. He puts his calves on the seat and sits up, slowly taking your strap out of him until it's merely a inch away from his hole. He bites his lip in anticipation and neediness. Seconds later he slams himself down on it, the strap entering him in one smooth movement. A scream leaves his mouth as it fills him up to the brim.

He begins bouncing on top of you so quickly that it's almost like he forgot how you two are only on a chair. Sure the environment may not be the best for him to ride you but the both of you barely cares. All you're focused on is him.

You watch as he quickly falls apart in front of you once again and becomes quickly overwhelmed at the pace and intensity he set for himself. But he doesn't choose to slow down, wanting to chase his high as fast as possible. His mouth is wide open and drool begins falling from the corner of it. He looks so fucked out that you can't help but wish to take a picture and savor it forever.

You notice the bulge on his stomach every time your strap enters him and you press down on the spot, grinning when Kageyama lets out a choked moan at the feeling.

"f-feels so good, [name]." There's a teasing grin on your face. "It feels so good as you ride me, doesn't it? I'm making you feel so good, right?" He nods dumbly even though he doesn't even process what you just said. All your words just go in one ear and out the other.

Incoherent words leave his mouth and you struggle to understand what he's saying. Though you don't really need to know how he feels from his words, the amount and volume of his noises tell you enough about how he's feeling.

"[name], please," he whines. He doesn't even know what he's begging for anymore. His hole sucks in your strap so greedily as if it wants more ever time it enters him.

He can barely think properly. All his thoughts are scrambled and instead are replaced by the feeling of your strap and how it's just hitting all the right spots in him. He feels so full and warm that he doesn't even release how he's about to cum.

The feeling of cumming hits his body suddenly and he lets out a wail at the intense feeling. After being edged so many times, it only makes it better when he finally gets to cum. Cum shoots out his dick and it makes a mess everywhere. It stains his chest and also your top but you don't care. Kageyama continues to ride your strap and you realize that it seems like he's not going to stop anything soon. You don't even have to overstimulate him, he's already doing it himself!

The sound of skin on skin is sinful as it floods your ears. It along with his noises are music to your ears and you swear you could hear them forever and would never get tired of it. Praises spill from your mouth and Kageyama whines at each one.

An idea hits you and you quickly push everything out of the way on your desk. Your hands reach for his waist and when you notice Kageyama slowing down, you lift him off you and push him against the desk. Before he could beg you to put the strap in again, you do it yourself and slam it back in him. The new angle makes his eyes roll back and let out a mewl. He chokes on his spit and all he can do is lay there all pretty for you as you fuck his brains out. After being edged so many times, the feeling of overstimulation is heaven for him.

It's going to be a long night and he knows that by the morning, he won't be able to walk properly. Well, it's not like he's complaining of course.

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tteokdoroki · 2 years

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✉️; SWEATER SEASON. - T.KAGEYAMA.

💌; synopsis - your boyfriend finds you wearing a piece of old high school memorabilia, his number nine kurasuno jersey, and it drives him absolutely insane.

↳ length: 2.07K

↳ warnings: smut, mdni 18+, fem!reader, characters aged up to 20s, post-time skip!au, unprotected sex, clothed sex, pussy jobs, soft/mean!kageyama, praise!kink, reader is wearing kageyama’s clothes.

↳ notes: a very self indulgent piece because i finished hq s4 and cant stop thinking about kageyama ?? it’s giving obsessed with him i think <3! not beta’d ! enjoy my loves hehe - m.list ♡

“are you gonna tell me where you found it? or do i have to fuck it out of you, baby?” kageyama’s voice is tender as he asks, speaking to you like you’re a timid creature or somewhat of a street cat that might scurry away from him at any given moment. but the way he treats you is mean, his hands that are both large enough to cover the globes of your ass grip at your soft flesh— easily pull you back and forth, back and forth on his cock while you’re seated in his lap, your dainty fingertips just peeking out of the sleeves on his cold kurasuno jersey, gripping into his shoulder blades to somewhat ground yourself. “‘m talkin’ to you sweetheart,”

you know that he is, god, you know.

but words are hard to come by when you’re seated on your boyfriend’s cock, letting him bounce you up and down mercilessly until you can practically feel him in your throat. you know kageyama’s talking to you, his pretty girl, angel dressed in nostalgic shades of burnt orange and obsidian black— he loves how you can’t respond, blubbering and babbling incoherent sentences while you hide your swollen lips under the collar of his sweatshirt and drip so sweetly down his shaft from your heavenly little hole.

“uh—oh, mhm…mhm!” is all you can manage, swallowed by fabric that smells like your olympic athlete boyfriend, drowning in the strong waves of lust as he pounds up into your pretty puffy pussy until there are tears in your eyes.

tobio let’s a hand leave your ass to tap at your baby fat cheeks, his dark blue eyes lit up with hunger as he mocks your pout. “words please baby, i know you know them.” it’s almost a joke to him, how weak and needy you get as soon as his milky top pushes past your selfish entrance, and brushes up against your velvety inner walls. he reads it in your eyes, how much you crave him and feels it in your cunt when you spasm and clench down on him, your juices rolling down his lengthy shaft and coating his balls.

he taps your cheek again, and you whimper like a lost little lamb— the traces of a smile spreading across kageyama’s lips. “f-found it in the, fuck, the back of the closet… h’i missed you.” you cry out, gently circling your hips down on your boyfriend’s, droplets in the form of angel tears clumping in your lashes. kageyama’s smile widens, the hand in your cheek wrapping around the back of your neck, tilting your head up to kiss him.

you let the fabric of the kurasuno jersey fall down to your chin, head angled perfectly to meet his lips and let your tongue slide wetly over the seam— begging your boyfriend to let you in. and he does, he lets you take charge of the searing and sloppy, spit slicked kiss. he lets you lick into his mouth and squeak against his tongue while he dominates the rest of your body buried beneath his old clothes. tobio feels you lean into him, free falling into his love and his desire while his hands slip under the sweatshirt to draw circles into your tummy, tease you by thumbing just under the swell of your breasts where they meet your rib cage before tweaking your nipples with tender love and care.

his cock aches inside you, just knowing that all your beauty, your curves, your pebbled nipples and the marks you have are hidden— no, protected from the hungry gaze of others by his old uniform. it drives kageyama insane, activates animalistic instincts in the back of his brain as he forces his cock as deep as it can go, rubbing his tip against your gummy walls and marking your insides with opaque wads of his messy precum until you’re squelching every time he ploughs into you.

you probably have no idea how fucking good you look right now, like a five course meal served up to the volleyball player on a silver platter. his baby, tobio kageyama’s innocent little baby had no idea of what she was getting herself into when you put on that number 9 kurasuno jersey. no idea that you would be fucked within an inch of your life, perfect pussy stretched over his painfully hot dick— his forked veins brushing up against pleasure spits only kageyama could reach. “h’baby, you could have just, fuck…” the athlete curses, having been pounding into you so hard that his cock slips out of your eager hole, sliding right up against your clit which shines, soaked underneath the you yellow lighting in your bedroom. kageyama shivers when your tiny hand, peeking out from sweater paws to jerk him off. you thumb at his blistering red and seedy tip, you even drool over it too— right before guiding him back inside of your fluttering fat pussy. “there we go…you shoulda called me,”

“y-you were at practice! oh fuck—tobi!” you whine, bristling with desire when kageyama wastes no time fucking your cunt into the shape of him. the bed creeks under the weight of his thrusts up into you, balls slapping heavy against your ass only serving to fill the room with their sensual song. you feel like you might cry, that’s how deep in your guts kageyama is, ruining your body for anyone else, claiming you as the mixture of your arousals froths and gathers at the swelling base of his shaft. whatever your precious cunt drools, quickly gets fucked back into your gushing insides and painted against your spongey g-spot the more your boyfriend throws his hips up to fuck you.

tobio grabs at your hips, holding you up so the only thing you can hump is his mushroomed cockhead, bright red and burning for you. he just wants to see, even though you whine for him put it back in, he just wants to see how raw and swollen your folds are from underneath his clothes— wants to know how much he turns you on. “you think i wouldn’t have left practice to come make my baby feel good?” he asks, pressing his face into your neck and tilting his head up to lick the tears that stream down your face. “volleyball ain’t got shit on this fuckin’ pussy,” he breathes against your skin,

filling you up all over again with one sharp thrust until he’s buried into you right up to the hilt.

and it’s true, not even the satisfaction of smacking a ball straight into the opposite court, not even lining up the perfect set or the smell of rubber sneakers burning against the floor during a tournament could compare to the sweet bliss of your warm, tight cunt wrapped around kageyama’s dick. you’re his favourite thing dressed in the jersey of his first love, humping away at his lap like a bitch in heat.

and kageyama thinks would be the best place in the world to die if it were to happen right now.

“‘m close tobi, i’m gonna cum,” you heave into his ear like it’s a promise, arms looped around his neck where the softness of his jersey rubs against his sweaty skin. “fuck you’re gonna make me cum, o-oh. oh!” your head tilts back when his fingers meet your puffy clit, writing his signature against it while you drool from your mouth and your slit. “tobio.” there’s a warning lilt to the edge of your tone, telling your boyfriend that you can’t hold back and there’s a new feverishness to the way you roll your hips back down to meet his.

so he pushes you onto your back, covering you with his slender body, his lips on yours while your ankles lock at his waist. the angle of kageyama’s hips shift, bullying his tip against your g-spot over and over, smearing precum along your velvety walls and bullying his way into you until you can see stars. he knows the way he fucks you is just right, he can tell by the way your lips form a gentle ‘o’ and the way your nails ( that he paid for ) dig into his toned shoulders and form crescent moons.

“oh right there?” kageyama coos, lips messily finding yours while he pins your waist down to the sex soaked sheets bellow. your face changes, shining with sweat but so blissed out it makes your boyfriend’s hips stutter, losing the rough tempo they set. “ah, here…that feel good baby? yeah? oh fuck i know it’s good.” his words are breathy and shoot straight to your core, making your hole flutter around him— sucking his pulsing cock in selfishly. with his free hand, tobio roughly pushes up his kurasuno jersey that pools over your body right up to your tits— stormy blue eyes laser focused on the way they bounce under the weight of his thrusts.

kageyama is way taller than he was back in high school, but the length of the fabric still has you swimming in it— the volleyball player bunches it up, smiling down at you and uses the material to tug you back onto his dick, barely letting you off it as your clit grinds up against his washboard abs. “oh baby don’t cry, you’ll get to cum. i know you wanna fucking cum. can you do that?” he asks you, and again your words escape you as you’re left a teary eyed mess underneath the dark haired man. “yeahh, yeah you can. there you go.”

“tobi—!” you gasp, orgasm tearing though you as he pressed his entire weight onto you, fucking you hard and fast right through your high. you can’t help it, cunt squeezing down on him hard— juices splashing against kageyama’s stomach, making him almost grateful that he pushed his sweat shirt up to expose your pretty chest. “holy shit— tobio, i can’t, god—i can’t!,” pushing at his shoulders, your heave and hiccup as he picks up the pace and rams into your creamy sex again and again and again, forcing another orgasm out of you.

you fucking squirt, a clear stream pouring from your abused little cunt— eyes rolling back into your skull as a silent scream rattles around in your throat. your hands dart up to grab at midnight black hair, tugging tobio closer, close enough for him to feel you tremble as you cream hard around his dick, practically forcing him out of your hole.

“shit, baby…fuuck there you go, that’s it,” kageyama sighs against your wet lips, one arm outstretched over your head to grip the head board— the other between your bodies so he can tap his sensitive cockhead against your glistening and gushing pussy, running it up and down through the length of your slit. “mmhm, fuck you did so good, my good girl.” he stutters, lashes fluttering against your shoulder as he listens to the sticky sounds your puffy folds make while he glides through them. he kisses the tears that sit on the apples of your cheeks, using your shaky body to get himself off until he finds himself cumming against your cute little clit. a layer of thick white coats your hot mound and as he takes hold of his dick, tobio pushes the mix of your arousals back into you, shallowly fucking your hole as you twitch with the after shocks of your orgasm before he eventually settles inside you so you cockwarm him.

kageyama rolls off of you, pulling your leg high over his hip while you snuggle into him. “‘m sticky,” you complain, forming tiny fists against his chest. through the sleeves of your boyfriend’s kurasuno jersey.

“you’re sticky ‘n so pretty baby,” kageyama’s cheeks are pink tinted from exertion, a soft smile on his lips while feeling you up from under the kurasuno colours. “want you to wear this more often…you look really good in it.”

twirling a strand of his hair between your fingers. “i’ll wear whatever it takes to get you to fuck me like that again, tobi.” you purr into the shell of his ear, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “you’ll want to get spares of your japan team uniform as well.”

“oh yeah?” tobio hums, eyes on yours, cock twitching softly inside of you. “how come?”

“‘cause when you bring home a medal f’me, i can’t guarantee i won’t make a mess on you.”

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bkgpackets · 2 months

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the silent type but he’ll walk behind you and slowly snake his hands around your waist, pulling you flush up against him; his hair will tickle when he kisses your neck, plush lips already ready to suck a hickey if not for the light playful push you gave him, but he’s holding direct eye contact with the guy who’s been eyeing you up and down like a piece of meat, he’ll make sure he knows you’re his to devour tonight

hajime iwaizumi, akaashi keiji, kageyama tobio and your favourites

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maezume · 5 months

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𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐎 have a thing for seeing you in their clothes. seeing you drowning in a shirt that’s normal for them, but huge on you has their dick throbbing. the way his shirt swallows you, so you refuse to wear anything else underneath. when you reach up to grab something he can’t help but feel something when your thighs and that pretty pussy poke out the bottom. when his mind wanders and he can’t help but imagine you underneath him, panting and moaning with his fingers stuffed in that slutty cunt of yours. “what a slut.. wearing my clothes with nothing underneath? yeah? you’re just begging to be fucked like a whore huh..” he’d mutter, imagining himself fucking you faster and watching your lips fall into an ‘o’. as much as you wished you could say you didn’t want to have this effect on him, you very much planned your night to go like this. not that you’d admit that you like it when he jerks off to seeing you getting fucked out in his clothes, but you definitely do.

kageyama tobio, itoshi rin, tsukishima kei, kuroo testuroo, bokuto koutaro, geto suguru and all of your favs!

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potionpeddlerpatchy · 11 months

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word count: ~4.3K

paring: Kageyama x fReader

warning(s): panty stealing, male masturbation, nonconsensual listening (he purposefully listens in on the Reader getting it on), peeping (a hint), and slight obsessive behaviour, Kageyama is a perv in this, so be warned.

authors note: well, much like the Bokuto fic, this has finally arrived; and has taken just as long to complete. After the success of the Perv!Bokuto fic, figured I would continue on and make a series out of it - with the next character (due to popular demand) being Kageyama. If you like it, and want more, please let me know (and who you wanna see next), otherwise please enjoy this fun little piece with our favourite tsundere volleyball player~ 🔮

Having a roommate was a sensible thing.

It meant that bills and rent were split evenly, which in turn meant less stress on a young person’s life to make ends meet - to not have to worry as much about having enough to eat or being able to buy the important things in life - and it meant shared resources, things like appliances, necessities, and cleaning supplies; which meant not having to worry if you’ll go without for long. And it especially made sense that an up-and-coming professional volleyball player would want a similar professional as a roommate.

At least, that was how Hinata Shoyo put it as he begged, nearly going to his knees, the taller raven-headed man, trying to convince his closest friend to get an apartment in the city with him.

And that was Hinata’s main point:, that he was a friend. One that Kageyama had known for years, which meant that not only were they in a similar boat together (having similar schedules, and professional careers), but Hinata was one of the few people Kageyama could stand being around for more than a few hours.

“So come on please!?” Hinata cried out, clinging to the taller man’s shirt. “You won’t get a better deal, 'cause I know you can’t afford to live in the city yet! And do you really wanna chance moving in with a stranger that you can’t stand!? That might have disgusting habits?”

And well, that was what sold it for Kageyama.

Within a month he was packed and standing in the middle of an empty apartment, with an over-eager red-head as they took the lay of their land; it wasn’t a big place (a standard two-bedroom, one-bath) but there was room to breathe and get comfortable in. And, at the end of the day, if Kageyama had to be stuck living in a place like this and needed a roommate, Hinata was his first and only choice.

It didn’t take long for things to be unpacked and for the dust to settle; because really there was only so much furniture two early twenty-somethings had to their name, but the principal remained the same - that a routine was formed, and rather quickly, that fit Kageyama’s standards.

And really, how could it not? Kageyama would wake up, shower, eat breakfast, and be almost out the door by the time his roommate would finally wake up - meaning there would be no hindrance to the strict routine he wanted to keep and maintain further. And the same can be said whenever he finally got home, he was able to eat and get settled for the evening without too much fuss or interference; able to enjoy the living room, and the apartment as a whole, in peace and silence for a few hours. To allow him to recharge and be more prepared to deal with his more extroverted friend/roommate.

That’s what the weekends were for anyway, to let loose and enjoy life; and that was where Hinata’s presence was appreciated the most - how he was always able to convince him to step out of his comfort zone and try new things. Though Kageyama would be reluctant, would complain and think of any excuse to not go somewhere, he was always thankful at the end of the day to have someone who cared enough about his social life to not let it crumble. Almost strangers during the week, but roommates and friends when the weekend arrived - it was an ideal situation.

And then you showed up.

Appeared within the apartment without warning; sitting on his couch, on your phone, when he woke up one morning, getting ready to start his day and routine of training and maintaining his schedule; you even had the audacity to tell him, with a sickly sweet and obnoxious smile, coffee was made and ready if he wanted any - as if caffeine was good for an athlete. He left without a word, just a mere roll of his eyes and an annoyed scoff before leaving for the day; coming home later in the evening to give Hinata a piece of his mind.

The redhead was apologetic, as always, doing his best to apologize for the lack of proper warning. “Though, to be fair, she has been over before! You just were never around!” he tried to reason as if that made anything about the situation better. Hinata explained that he met you at a game; you were the one fan he remembered that night - cheering for him the loudest as they played another round-robin in their division - coming up to him afterward and offering him a celebratory drink; and hey, the man was only human.

One drink turned to two, then three, and soon, they spent the night chatting away; he even left with her phone number and the promise to see each other soon. After a few dates, Hinata proposed the idea of going steady, “‘cause seriously dude, she’s really an amazing girl! I couldn’t pass up this chance and let her go!” Things were going pretty well, and after hanging out the night prior you decided to spend the night, that was all.

And it all made sense, one way or another, as to why you were there that morning; you weren't just some stranger in his home - you were a guest, his roommate's girlfriend. Though Kageyama found it hard to believe that the ‘amazing girl’ Hinata kept gushing about, kept going on and on until Kageyam’s eye would twitch in annoyance, could possibly be you.

Because you were a nuisance to his entire way of life. A constant hindrance and blockade in his way as he tried to go about his usual routine.

In the mornings, when he used to be the first and only one up, he would have the bathroom and kitchen to himself; to shower and eat in a timely fashion before heading out the door. Now, after you got comfortable staying the night, he would be lucky to make it to practice on time. You hogged the bathroom, your annoying humming as you brushed your teeth and did your hair took too long for Kageyama’s liking - forcing him to use the kitchen sink to get rid of his morning breath. And if you weren’t taking up the bathroom, you would be in the kitchen, monopolizing the space as you made breakfast; constantly getting in his way, dirtying as many of his dishes as you possibly could, and using up all his food that was in the fridge…; he can’t help but roll his eyes, a scowl on his face, whenever you try to offer the sad excuse of a breakfast you had just created to him - he was always too angry to say anything to you when you did, he would just simply put his coat on and leave.

And it wasn’t just the morning routine you would infiltrate and destroy;, oh no, you seemed to want to rip apart the entire routine - one that took him months to build and maintain. Now, when he would come home after a long day of training, of pushing his body to the utmost limit and wanting to do nothing more than relax in his living room (an area normally empty and silent most days of the week, to just breathe deeply and meditate for a few hours and recharge, was now ruined, as whenever he would walk through the door, there you were sitting on his couch, playing some obnoxious and loud game on your phone, and greeting him once again with that stupid giant smile on your face like you’re happy to see him. It made him stomp to his room annoyed and frustrated - always ensuring he slammed the door for you to hear.

At night it was the worst; normally he would go to sleep without issue - as he would go to bed early enough to miss Hinata’s loud nighttime routine - ensuring that he would get the 8-hours of rest he needed to ensure peak performance the next day. But now? With you staying the night? He doesn’t get nearly that many hours. He knows you do your best to muffle the sounds, to make it seem like nothing else is happening on the other side of the paper-thin wall then you and Hinata trying to get comfortable in bed, but it doesn’t work. Kageyama can hear everything; your moans, mewls, gasps, and sighs of pleasure, they all ring so loudly in his ears making it impossible for him to fall asleep - even after they go quiet, after you have been tuckered out and are fast asleep, they play on a loop in his mind.

He knows that neither of you are aware that he can hear you, that he inadvertently listens whenever you fuck, given the bright and cheery smile you both cast his way in the morning as if nothing has changed, as if he wasn’t in on your dirty little secrets.

But he knows, and it plagues him constantly.

Now whenever he finds you in the kitchen, either making coffee or breakfast that is far too much for one person, he cannot stand near you or look in the eyes whenever you offer him a mug or plate; cannot begrudgingly work alongside you as he tried to fix his bowl instant oats and honey; cannot just merely scoff and roll his eyes at you like he normally would - his biting responses now turned into quiet shakes of his head, his heart beating out of his chest as he tries not to stare at you; as he tries not to be entranced by your plush thighs that were barely caged within the smallest shorts he had ever seen; how they would ride up and hide nothing, giving him plenty of fuel for his imagination.

Whenever he sees you on the couch when he gets home, all sprawled out playing on your phone, he doesn’t stomp off to his room and slam the door like he normally would after finding out you ruined his plans; instead, he’s almost stunned in the doorway as you greet him; having the unusual giant impact of making his cock twitch in his pants, made worse when he realizes you're wearing his old high school's jersey. Merely greeting you with a slight raise of his hand before scurrying off as quietly as possible to deal with the newfound tent problem in his sweats.

And at night, he can’t help himself from pressing his ear to the wall; shirt tucked between his teeth to keep his whimpers and moans down as he stroked his heavy, leaking cock to the sounds of your high-pitched moans; closing his eyes and picturing what position you must be in, how pretty you would look with your mouth stuffed with his length, and how thankful you would be with your pussy leaking his cum. The guilt and shame that washes over him once he cums into his hand is almost devastating, but he cannot help but think it’s worth it whenever he wipes himself clean.

You, on the other hand, were clearly blissfully unaware of the situation that had been slowly unfolding over the past few weeks; sweetly ignorant of the secrets your boyfriend’s roommate had been hiding. For all you know, the man who seemed to hate the very earth you walked on - the man who could barely tolerate your existence or be in the same room as you - was slowly starting to warm up to you, becoming somewhat tolerable to be around.

You were ecstatic, happy to know that your relationship with Hinata would no longer jeopardize his friendship with one of his closest friends and overjoyed that the possibility of forcing Hinata to choose a side would not have to befall him. And Hinata? He was just happy to see his two favorite people slowly starting to get along, especially as it meant more opportunities to invite you over.

You liked Kageyama, in the simplest of terms. He seemed to be a decent guy, even if he was high-strung, but you knew it was due to his passion for being the best he can be - and how could fault him for that?

Besides, you liked his company. He was quiet and more relaxed than Hinata was, which at times was a little more welcomed after a long day of work, or when you first got up and haven't had a cup of coffee yet. And he was polite–sweet even, surprisingly so. It always caught you off guard; Whether that be telling you he bought the kind of yogurt you liked or allowing you to watch something on the TV, even though he was clearly just trying to enjoy the living room in peace, Kageyama's niceness always caught you off-guard.

You were grateful for the change in dynamic, even if it did seem out of the blue; it was a welcomed happenstance, one you weren’t going to jinx or question too much. For you were happy to continue on without the answers, happy to continue to be with Hinata and the perks that came with it, happy to finally feel comfortable in his apartment - to live in the shared space without being seen as a burden.

You finally felt comfortable, and really, what was better than that?

Well, you were too comfortable.

Kageyama knew it to be fact, though Hinata would disagree.

He was grateful you finally felt comfortable in his home. Kageyama wishes you didn't. Because when a person is comfortable, the little, embarrassing habits that they try to hide slowly start to show. For some, like Hinata, it’s having conversations with himself - sometimes loud, sometimes quiet - as well as leaving half-eaten food in the most random of places because he got distracted and forgot them. Kageyama can even admit that he oftentimes forgets food in the microwave, or leaves his shoes in entranceways, inadvertently causing people to trip on them. All things normal, and natural, once comfortable in a space.

Kageyama wishes yours were little things like that. Talking with your mouth full, or singing loudly in the shower, or leaving wrappers all over the place; anything that could put you in a normal, negative, light (would be better than your bad habits).

But no. Your bad habit was leaving, your panties where just anyone could find them. And he can tell, neither you or Hinata are aware of it.

Kageyama didn’t notice at first, why would he? Why would he care about your clothes, not like he had any use for your dirty laundry? When he finally did, it was an accident. He entered the bathroom after you had taken a shower, and as he placed the bathmat down on the floor he saw them; a navy pair of lace panties just sitting there, right by the tub. The shower he took afterward was long and very cold.

After that incident, he found them more and more; much like noticing red cars only after you start thinking about them. He would notice that you often forget about your panties when you leave the next morning after spending the night; whether in the bathroom crumpled in the corner nearest the tub, or scattered in some hap-haphazard form near Hinata’s doorway.

At first, he tried to ignore them, leaving them there and pretending they didn’t exist. It did help you were usually close by, your “would you like some coffee, Tobio-san?” or “your breakfast looks ready, don’t forget it this time~” often effectively stealing his attention and thus having him suppress his thoughts to speak with you about the little things you leave behind.

Then it turned into something he couldn’t ignore. Llater as he stared at them a moment or two too long before walking away from them; burning into his memory the colour, shape, and fabric type as he uses the image of you wearing them whenever he wakes from a naughty dream, or needed to cool off in the shower after a stressful day, or whenever he couldn’t sleep because his cock ached for you.

But it didn’t take long before an embarrassing habit of yours turned into a disgusting habit of his. His cheeks would burn red as shame would fill his being, knowing he was the very roommate that Hinata had threatened about when convincing him to move in together, but he couldn’t help it; you unlocked something depraved in him and he was just trying to keep it at bay.

He knows you don’t mean to leave them, or at least not in plain view, but after a while he couldn’t help but have that perverted voice in his head tell him that you were purposefully leaving them for him to find; that they were for him, so why not take a pair? What was the harm in doing that?

And try as he might, that perverted voice broke him down - he was only a man after all. A sinful, disgusting man, who was utterly, hopelessly, and inappropriately attracted to his best friend’s girl.

Kageyama didn’t steal every pair, he had to be applauded for that. Not because he had self-control, but rather out of self-preservation to not be caught or confronted by you or Hinata. If he stole every pair then you would start to get suspicious, and that could lead to you asking him the dreaded question of ‘have you seen my underwear Tobio? Maybe it got mixed in with your clothes’ and he knew if you did, his flustered face and voice would give it all away. Or worse, that you would take matters into your own hands and start snooping around his room. He could already feel his stomach drop at the thought of your pretty eyes widening in horror once you found his little stash.

No, he couldn’t have it. So, despite all the voices in his head telling him otherwise, he had to have some self-control; even if it was killing him slowly.

He wanted to take your prettiest pairs, the ones with lace and silk, but he worried you would notice that for sure, for panties like that are always remembered, so instead he took some of your more plain ones - ones he was sure you wouldn’t notice they were gone as you had plenty of them to spare.

And how useful they proved to be late at night, when he could hear your pretty mewls get higher and higher as you tried to stifle them; not that it would do much, not with how he moved his bed so his head was next to the shared wall, thus gaining a perfect (and comfortable) spot to hear all your pretty sounds. He would wrap your panties around his aching, heavy cock as he used them to help get him off to you; the soft material providing just the perfect amount of friction, different from his fist, to further make believe he was the one ravaging you.

Arm over his face, shielding his eyes from what he was doing and trying to cool his flushed face as his teeth would bite down harshly to his bottom lip,trying to keep his whimpers quiet as he vigorously pumped his twitching cock to you, angry and red in overstimulation. He tried his best to feel satisfied; to reach that high that would finally allow him to sleep…but always ended the same: him bringing a hand up to stifle a wail as he painted those cotton panties of yours with his cum - wishing it was your pussy instead. Shame washed over his being as he kept his eyes shielded from the world. Now that he's gotten away with it, it's only going to get worse from here..

And it did.

Kageyama didn’t want it to, but he fed the beast and now it was clawing at him for more.

And more meant beig risky, much to his dismay. If he could, he'd keep this part of himself hidden deep; but this part could never be sated, not unless he could finally have you. And since he able to fuck you, he had to get as close as he could.

Close meant dangerous. Close meant palming himself through his shorts as he stood behind you while you bent over to grab something out of the oven–trying to distance himself enough so you couldn’t feel him, fighting the urge to pull you by your hips to be flush with his own. Close meant pulling his leaking cock out of his sweats in the morning as he tries to get off as quickly as he can while he peeps through the keyhole of the bathroom door, trying to get a glimpse of your wet naked form through the shower curtain.

Soon, even all that wasn’t enough. Soon, just hoarding your panties wasn’t enough, he had to carry a pair in his pocket - even to practice, despite how easily the flimsy fabric would fall out of gym shorts Soon, just smelling your shampoo as you walked by didn’t leave the lasting impression it once did, now he was reduced to smelling your lavender lotion you kept in the bathroom as he tried to imagine your soft skin in his hold. And soon, after a long day of training= he would find he was too pent up and tired to even make it to his room. Simply spreading him out on the living room couch and slowly slide your panties up and down his shaft; pretending it's your pretty lips wrapped around his sensitive tip; enjoying the thrill, the shivers of pleasure, in the thought of knowing that you could come home at any moment and catch him in the act.

It was bad, and he knew it, but he still couldn’t stop himself from doing it; from spreading his legs wide on the plush cushions and taking hold of his cock with a delighted sigh; for really, it was the only time he could be vocal and let out his frustrations that he was currently faced with - and the possibility that you might find him was more than worth it for it either meant you would finally confront him and snap him out of his lust-filled craze, or you would join him; either way, it was a victory for the man.

And this habit, this vile and disgusting habit, had now grown into his routine. Instead of coming home, kicking his shoes off, and meditating his stress away he now found peace by coming undone by the thought of you as he did his best not to make a mess of the shared couch.

That was where he found himself now, panting as he pulled his athletic shorts down and freeing his rock-hard cock from where it was uncomfortably caged; wrapping his hand around it with a strangled moan, he began to squeeze the tip; normally he would have a layer of cotton to help soothe his angry erection and provide it that sinfully sweet friction it craved, but you hadn’t visited in over a week - away with Hinata for an away game - and thus he didn’t have any new pairs to use as the others were hidden away, awaiting being washed and returned to you so you could dirty them again.

His hand just had to do as he slowly dragged it up and down, the longwinded whimper clear he needed some relief as his precum slowly lubricated his length, providing less resistance and allowing him to go faster and faster. Before long the only sound that could be heard in the empty apartment were the wet sounds of his hips thrusting up into his fist and the occasional whine that would escape his throat as he tried desperately to finish; all the while his eyes remained closed as he visualized about how pretty you could look bouncing up and down on his cock, how blissfully you would look with your head thrown back as you moaned over how good he made you feel.

“That feels good, doesn’t it baby?” He babbled out, pretending he was teasing you as his hips purposefully thrust up into his tight fist. “Like the feeling of my cock stretching out that pretty pussy don’t you? Nngh! Feels… fuck,,, feels better than Hinata’s doesn’t it?”

His voice was getting higher the closer he got to cumming, feeling his lower stomach twist in knots as he tried to hold back just a little bit longer, wanting to remain in the fantasy he created.

“Just want me to fill you up, don’t you? Make a mess of you for him to find, yeah? Want to show him how to really make you feel good, naughty, dirty, fucking girl. Yeah, just like that, keep doing it just like that, keep squeezing me! I’m! I’m gonna, fuck, gonna cum!”

He cried out, your name leaving his mouth in a broken wail. His body tensed harshly as he threw his head back violently into the pillows and came all over his fist and stomach, body twitching and jumping as he slowly pumped his angry, red cock. He tries coming down from his high slowly; regaining his breath and coming back to reality while still savoring that euphoria.

But his reality came crashing down when he heard your startled and shocked gasp, piecing his ears so sharply that it felt like ice water had been poured over his head,.He whipped his head to face you, entire being filled with fright as gazed at you. Watching as you stood there with the most horrified look on your pretty face, making it clear to him that you had heard everything he said as he feels his whole body heat up in shame and embarrassment; unable to even squeak out a word of explanation or apology.

And yet, a moment passed, and then another, and you still stood there looking at him with the same stunned expression; shoulders still by your ears and body still frozen in shock as your eyes never left his cock - still oozing with sticky cum.

You didn’t run away…. He thought to himself as he heard you gulp down a breath as he stood up. So maybe…. maybe you wouldn’t mind helping him out?

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comforting your insecure bf

part 2 . part 3

— ♬ NSFW, MINORS DNI, gn reader, based on this post

— ♬ Kageyama Tobio

Your long-time boyfriend Kageyama Tobio was adored by many for his outlandish talent as a setter in volleyball and for his handsome looks. You weren't naive to the people developing adorable crushes on the athlete and the people thirsting over him online. It appeared to you that Kageyama was contented with what he has in life at the moment.

However, you were oblivious to your boyfriend's surprising confession of his insecurity. You have no clue that Kageyama has been harboring it for a long period. He tells you that it was perhaps linked to his high school trauma of being left behind, he developed a thought that he wasn't good enough when he was a teenager. That's why he pushed everybody away and focused on volleyball, he believed he wasn't good enough to make anyone stay.

Now, that was a load of bullshit. Although it's sad to think Kageyama still felt this way until his adulthood despite having a secure life, you weren't going to let him believe further that he was unworthy of being loved. Your boyfriend was lovable, he has adorable ways of showing you affection, and he's deeply honest and comfortable with you.

"Ahhh, [Name] slow down, please"

Kageyama lets out a breathless moan as you pumped his cock vigorously in front of the bedroom mirror. His athletic shorts were pulled down and his shirt exposed his toned abs. You settled from behind on the bed, burying your face against his neck as your warm breath tickles his skin. Kageyama desperately grips the bedsheets throwing his head back while you jerked him off.

"Baby you sound so pretty right now"

"Please [Name], want to cum"

"I'll make you cum if you stop telling yourself that you're unlovable"

The setter turns his head to you but you force him to look into the mirror. He gazes at his disheveled reflection, panting with your hand now massaging his balls.

"Tobio, you're so sweet, kind, and patient"

"You make me so happy in so many ways"

"You're better than what you think you are. If you were so unlovable, then I wouldn't have stayed would I, love?"

You whisper tenderly against his ear. He was hypnotized by your words and the way your hand around his cock continuously pushed him to the edge. His heart threatened to burst out of his ribcage.

"You're so fucking hot too. I like it when you moan, Tobio"

"I like the way you kiss me when we fuck"

"I like how your cock makes me cum every time"

Kageyama swallows as his head grows dizzy, his release is a few strokes away and you can feel it. His hips begin to buck against your hand as he watches himself fall apart through the mirror. When you cooed his name, he goes slack as cum shoots out of his cock, coating both your hand and his abdomen. He collapses in your arms. When he opened his eyes, he tiredly smiled at you.

"I'm so lucky to have you in my life, [Name]"

"I should be saying that to you, Tobio"

— ♬ Kozume Kenma

Being a famous YouTuber and a figure on the internet didn't save Kenma Kozume from all the wholesome, deranged, and horny posts about his handsome looks on the internet. Everyone was infatuated with Kodzuken once in their life, you included. You were just lucky enough to end up with him. You couldn't care less if the internet was mad about you for stealing their hot gamer YouTuber. Although you were unbothered about the small percentage of hate you got from the people on the internet, criticizing your public relationship with Kenma, there's a much smaller percentage you weren't aware that has been bothering your beloved boyfriend.

You know Kenma was chronically online, even if he chooses not to admit it. He always knows the trending topics and drama, no matter the size of it. So it's no surprise that he stumbles to the small group of people calling him unworthy of you. Kenma thought it was absurd for a while until he kept reading more.

He sees clips of his live streams where he's dismissing you during a tough game when you walked in the room to give him a snack, he even shouted at you one time because he lost. He remembers missing your anniversary because he got distracted playing with his friends. And how could he forget how he made fun of you live in front of his audience for sucking at Mario Kart when he invited you. Before he realizes it, Kenma is convinced that he is a bad boyfriend.

Despite his unbothered demeanor, you know how Kenma cares a lot even the little things. So when you found out how he's absorbing the hate he got online, you knew it had gone over to his head. As soon as he was finished recording a gameplay, you dragged him out of his gamer chair and pushed him on the bed. Surprised, he watches you push the mirror in front of him. He raises a brow when you order him to strip, he obeys when he sees the dark look in your eyes.

"Kenma, how long have you been listening to the wrong people, hm?"

You gently asked him as you slowly stroked his cock, Kenma whimpered, suddenly unable to form any words to respond. He was flushed all over, losing the ability to think straight.

"Do you think those stupid haters are right, huh? Do you think you don't deserve me?"

Kenma moans when you begin to play with his balls, his heartbeat wildly banging against his ribcage. His brain felt like mush.

"Look at the mirror, Kenma. Do you think that handsome man staring back at you is a shitty boyfriend?"

"...Yes"

"Well, you're fucking wrong. Because my boyfriend is the best in the world"

You hear Kenma's breath hitch. The male can feel his heart flutter in his chest. The longer you jerked him off, the more the pleasure overtakes all of his senses.

"My boyfriend is so cute and nice he gives me animal crossing plushies"

"My boyfriend is so smart and fantastic at video games"

"My boyfriend is so fucking hot when he fucks me hard after a tough game"

Now, you got Kenma openly moaning and struggling to keep his eyes on the mirror. If you continue showering him with compliments like that, he's afraid he's not going to last long. His hands grab your thighs tightly with every breath you steal from his lungs.

"Are you ready to stop listening to those people online, baby?"

"Are you ready to listen to me?"

Kenma nods and you smirked. Your hand pumps his cock faster ripping a high-pitched moan from your boyfriend. You force him to watch the mirror as you kiss his neck and inhale the scent of his hair while you jerk him toward orgasm. When Kenma cums, he spasms with his cum shooting in different directions. The crash brought by the pleasure was so overwhelming it sent his eyes to the back of his head. You waited as his high melted. Kenma meets your eyes through the mirror and you send him a sweet smile, and he returns it gratefully.

"I don't deserve you, [Name]"

"Hey! What did I say, Kenma?"

"That I'm the best boyfriend in the world"

"Damn right"

He turns around to pin you to the bed before towering on top of you, there was a determined glint in his eye that made you gulp.

"How about I return the favor, love?"

— ♬ Iwaizumi Hajime

Everyone liked Iwaizumi Hajime. He was kindhearted, hardworking, and most of all drop-dead hot. He can make anyone drool with that muscular body of his. Nobody was immune to the boyish charm of the athletic trainer, that could be said the same to you. As the manager of the Japan Volleyball Team, you were bound to meet Iwaizumi. You remember how incredibly lucky you were when he asked you out on a date.

When you and Iwaizumi became official, things began to appear clearer. You have concluded that you couldn't live without your boyfriend, as dramatic as it seems. You met Iwaizumi's best friend after the Olympics. Oikawa Tooru and you got along well through teasing Iwaizumi, the way you two immediately became close after meeting planted an odd feeling in the athletic trainer's chest.

He'd like to brush it off as a trick of the eye, but he thought you were smiling wider because of Oikawa. Your laughter sounded louder when Oikawa told you a funny story. He could've sworn he caught you blushing when the setter was anywhere physically close to you. Iwaizumi knows he wasn't jealous, he knows what that felt like. But this one's familiar.

It reminded him of high school when he saw people flock around his best friend. The way Oikawa effortlessly attracted everyone's attention and gained their affection made his chest hollow. After all, why would anyone pay attention to him? He wasn't anything spectacular compared to his best friend.

After Oikawa went home, you noticed how quiet Iwaizumi had been. You knew your boyfriend so it was easy to find out why he was behaving this way. When you realize that it had something to do with Oikawa earlier, your heart cracks. Did he feel insecure? No, it can't be. But then why does he appear so down?

"Hajime, come here"

You call out to him on the bed. He lazily walks over to you, as he sits you positioned right behind him. You wrapped your arms around him and planted butterfly kisses all over his neck. His breath stuttered when you reached for the hem of his sweatpants.

"Wh-what are you doing, [Name]?"

"Shhh, lemme touch you"

With red cheeks, Iwaizumi reluctantly helps you pull his sweatpants off. It didn't take long for him to feel aroused. The moment he got a boner, your hand was already around his cock. He lets out a low hiss. You give him a few leisure pumps.

"Keep your eyes on the mirror, babe"

"[Name] I-"

"I said, eyes on the mirror, Hajime"

Iwaizumi reluctantly gazed at the mirror in front of the bed, he was not prepared for the lewd sight that awaited. His legs were spread with your hand stroking his cock, his face was flushed with sweat trickling down his forehead. Your eyes stared at his through the mirror.

"God, you're so handsome, Hajime"

"I'm so fucking lucky to have you in my life, babe"

The athletic trainer can feel his heart skipping beats, and his head begins to spin because of the sudden compliments and the erotic handjob.

"Were you upset earlier because I was hanging out with Oikawa?"

Iwaizumi nodded, he wanted to be honest with you. A tiny smile rises on your lips.

"I'm sorry, baby. Didn't mean to make you feel insecure"

"You know, you're the only one for me, Hajime"

You whisper tenderly against his ear. When you reach down to caress his balls, Iwaizumi lets out a choked moan.

"Oikawa may be handsome but you're my type"

"You're so fucking amazing, Hajime"

"You're so kind, patient, hardworking, and hot"

"Plus, you're good at pounding me senseless"

The pace of your hand went faster at every praise and it's making Iwaizumi go cross-eyed. He has a gorilla grip on your thigh as he watches you jerk him off to his release, he engraves it in his brain as it pushes him to his orgasm. Iwaizumi cums with a silent scream and throws his head back. He paints your hand with his cum. When he looks in the mirror again, you are smiling at him like he's the best thing that has ever happened in your life.

"Did you mean everything you said, [Name]?"

"Of course, Haji, why wouldn't I?"

"Especially the last part?"

"I only speak facts, babe"

Iwaizumi smiles as he grabs your face and crashes his lips against yours. Both of you collapsed on the bed, giggling and clinging to each other.

You found it magical that no matter the stress Akaashi Keiji as an editor or a shōnen manga magazine, he manages to look so pretty. It seemed like the stress barely affected him at all. Your boyfriend was one of the underrated hardworking editors in his department, he may not have continued volleyball after high school, but he was contented with his life.

— ♬ Akaashi Keiji

You and Akaashi have been together for long enough to be fairly involved in each other's lives. Being with Akaashi meant you have met his best friend, Bokuto Koutaro. Bokuto was a sweetheart, he was the former captain/teammate of Akaashi's and now a professional volleyball player.

Akaashi liked Bokuto very much, he looked up to him and cared about his well-being a lot. Today on his day off, he and Bokuto decided to hang out. They went jogging, he realized that he wasn't as physically active as he was in high school. They went to Onigiri Miya for breakfast, almost everyone approached Bokuto for an autograph or picture. They barely had a conversation because of the fans flooding in to meet him, and Bokuto was too kind to reject them. They ended up in Akaashi's apartment, it was a hot afternoon so both of them lounged in front of the fan, shirtless and watching a movie.

Akaashi subtly gazed at Bokuto's carefully sculpted body and looked at his slightly chubby tummy. Akaashi frowned, it was true that he barely had time to do some exercises or workouts because of how busy he was lately. Before he could stop himself, he began comparing himself to his best friend. He wondered how the hell did you end up with him, who was barely anyone special. He's just a guy you happened to fall in love with you.

Bokuto left later before you arrived. Akaashi decided to block out the insecure thoughts by finishing his work on his laptop. You notice how he was ignoring you when you got home, he looked frustrated when you checked on him. When you call him to eat dinner, he doesn't respond. You enter his office and approach him, but he won't let go of his laptop. You scowled and dragged him out of his office chair, he got out of your hold and sat down on the couch in front of the mirror. He was stressed, so you decided to help him.

"[Name]? What the-huh?!"

You settled behind him and unbuttoned his pants, he gasped when you pulled down his pants to his thighs. Your hand slipped into his boxers and grabbed his cock.

"[Name]"

Akaashi stuttered your name. You shush him by pulling his dick out of his boxers, his breath hitched. His eyes trailed to the mirror and watched the pornographic sight of you giving him a handjob, his heartbeat rings in his ears as he continued watching.

"[Name], please stop"

"Why, Keiji?"

"I-I..."

"What's wrong, babe?"

"...Why did you fall in love with me, [Name]?"

You chuckled and planted a soft kiss on his neck, Akaashi shivered when you continued to jerk him off.

"Because you're wonderful, Keiji"

"You're so handsome, hardworking, and kindhearted"

Akaashi wanted to protest, to deny that what you're saying was wrong because he doesn't feel special. Until you started massaging his balls.

"You're so fucking special, Keiji. I've never met someone like you in my life and there's no way I'm letting you go"

"Nobody has ever fucked me good after the first date"

An embarrassed blush rises on Akaashi's cheeks as he recalled the memory of fucking you all night after his first date with you. Slowly, he lets himself melt against your touch. He allows himself to be consumed by the pleasure. With lidded eyes, Akaashi watched you stroke his cock through the mirror as you peppered his neck with kisses.

"I fucking love you so much, Keiji"

The way his heart leaps out of his chest when you started pumping his dick faster causes a loud moan to slip past his lips. You smirk as you showered him with praises against his ear, effectively banishing the insecurity out of his head, and replacing it with your love and pure pleasure.

"[Name], gonna cum!"

"Go on, cum for me, pretty boy"

With that command, Akaashi comes undone. He shuts his eyes as cum messily spurts on his boxers and your hands. You give him a loving kiss against his temple.

"Go clean up, I'll wait for you at the table, darling"

Before you can leave the room, Akaashi grabs your hand. You look at your boyfriend filled with sweat, breathless, and with glasses crooked, he smiles widely at you.

"I fucking love you too, [Name]"

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