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Some Q&A with the former teammates of Hinata Shoyo and Kageyama Tobio, as seen in the Haikyuu magazine!
*AS ALWAYS I’m still learning the language and cannot guarantee complete accuracy!
Note: I’m only translating questions that contain new info!
Are you playing volleyball these days?
Sawamura Daichi: I rarely ever touch a ball, but I do go watch matches every now and then.
Sugawara Koushi: I’ll sometimes play with my grade school students. I feel like that’s the time when I get the most respect from them, so I have mixed feelings.
Azumane Asahi: Rarely. I watch the live broadcasts for my friends’ and kouhai’s matches.
Tanaka (Shimizu) Kiyoko: We have a ball at home, so yes, on occasion. We also watch live matches often.
Nishinoya Yuu: I carry a ball on me, so I’ll play with anyone whenever I get the chance.
Tanaka Ryuunosuke: I will if I’m teaching a volleyball class, or messing around at home sometimes, stuff like that.
Ennoshita Chikara: I don’t play myself, but once in a while I’ll treat volleyball players at my practice.
Kinoshita Hisashi: I don’t really get the chance to play, but I occasionally watch live matches.
Narita Kazuhito: I play from time to time, since I was invited by a local group. I can’t jump anymore and it’s depressing.
Tsukishima Kei: I’m a volleyball player, so…
Yamaguchi Tadashi: I check out all the matches that my friends are in!
Yachi Hitoka: I go to matches and watch live broadcasts and stuff.
Nishinoya Yuu
Could you tell us how you became an adventurer?
I’d been thinking, I’ve always wanted to try going to all sorts of places, and it happened before I knew it.
What are some memorable anecdotes from your adventure so far?
In America I randomly played beach volleyball with this one older guy who was super good at it. Turns out it was Nicolas Romero.
What would you like to try in the future?
Gather people to go to the North Pole for some snow volleyball!
Tsukishima Kei
Is there a team or player you would like to play against now?
I don’t particularly want to compete.
Compared to your high school days, in which areas have you personally grown between then and now?
Stamina… and serving, I suppose.
If you would, tell us about your goals for the future?
To keep playing without any injuries.
Yamaguchi Tadashi
Please tell us the details of how you were chosen as team captain in your third year at Karasuno High School?
Process of elimination, basically. “Everyone agreed,” they said, and I thought “Well, maybe that’ll be fine.”
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dumb boys, bad decisions, and clubs
hi!! this is part of my yamaguchi centric fanfic, it’s not finished but there will be updates!
THIS IS A RARE PAIR POLY FIC!!
WARNING!!! NSFW themes and descriptions of infidelity, panic attacks, and BAD coping mechanisms (don’t do anything tadashi does)
word count: 11,663
parings : tsukishima kei x yamaguchi tadashi, oikawa tooru x tershima yuuji x kuroo tetsurou x yamaguchi tadashi, tsukishima kei x oc
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DESCRIPTION:
Yamaguchi Tadashi has it all: a full ride to his top college plus a sports scholarship, captain of his high school volleyball club, straight A’s, and the perfect boyfriend.
So when he sees the new first year manager on her knees between his boyfriend’s legs, he does what any sane person would do.
He fucks some of his old volleyball rivals.
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NSFW warnings: infidelity, oral sex, foursome (mxmxmxm), fingering, anal sex, dom/sub dynamics, hair pulling, dacryphilia, overstimulation, everyone but tadashi is a switch, restraints, multiple orgasms, rough sex
tadashi is of legal age, just not of legal drinking age
hope you enjoy!!
Wind sifts in and out of the open gymnasium. Various pairs of volleyball shoes squeak and scuff up the worn wooden floor. A soft breeze briefly cools off the red-faced teenagers practicing hard inside.
If one were to glance into the building, one would see fifteen high school boys practicing their hardest, bodies being pushed to their limits. After all, competition season is only a few months away and they are going to nationals this year.
"Shoyo, here!" A loud and masculine voice yells out.
"On it!" With a quick movement, the boy sprints across the court only to slam his hand against the ball arcing through the air. He hits it with a scary kind of precision that causes the first years on the other side of the net to cower at the fear of being hit.
"Fuck yeah!" Hinata yells out at his victory with red cheeks and a heaving chest. Kageyama gives the boy a hard and enthusiastic high-five in congratulations.
"How was that, captain?"
Yamaguchi smiles at his friend's bond, "Amazing! Your freak set is getting freakier by the year!" He compliments.
The freckled boy (more like man) walks over to the basket full of volleyballs and grabs one from the pile. His kouhais across the court gulp, they know what's coming, it happens every practice.
Standing in the middle of the court, just behind the boundary line, Tadashi lets out a deep breath. He spins the ball in his hands once, twice, a final time. With a hefty toss, the ball ascends into the air and Yamaguchi runs toward it, eyes intense and focused.
Almost.
Almost.
Now!
As the ball hits its crest, he swings his right arm back expertly and palms the volleyball perfectly. He can practically smell the fear that radiates from the first years that cower on the other side of the net. The ball goes sailing past the net and the third-year holds his breath, hoping that the serve made it in. It starts to arc toward one of the first years near the corner of the court and Tadashi lets out a "Woohoo!!" at his almost perfect jump float serve.
The kids on the other side scramble to receive the ball. Number 3, a tall kid named Nirai Kenji (who reminds Yamaguchi a little bit too much of his former teammate Azumane Asahi) dives for the ball, his forearms make contact but the force of the spin causes the ball to shoot toward another teammate who ducks in surprise while shrieking like a goose. Tadashi smiles.
He prides himself on his serves and he's certainly gotten better since his first year. Tadashi's strength lies not in the power of his serves, but in the precision and technique. He prefers to spend hours honing his skill than going to the gym to gain muscles for force.
"Wooo!! Nice goin' cap'n!" Shoyo yells out, clapping his hands together. Tadashi bashly smiles at the praise, not used to the attention even while being the team captain.
He huffs happily and walks over to pick up another ball, “we’re doing this until one of you receives it back to me!” The first years groaned in response. Tadashi, Shoyo, and Tobio just laugh at the newbies’ mild annoyance. Even Hitoka chuckles at them.
While getting ready to set up his nth serve of the day, Tadashi spots a blonde head of hair coming through the door, though he almost misses the short first year nervously trailing behind him. Tadashi narrows his eyes slightly.
“Kei! You asshole, where have you been? Practice is halfway over already,” the captain questions his boyfriend. Tsukki just tuts at him.
“Mr. Nakamoto held me back, had to talk to me about university bullshit.” Yamaguchi narrows his eyes slightly, ’that shouldn’t take an hour and a half…’
Tadashi attempts to shrug it off but then remembers that all of the third years in the volleyball club had met with the counselors at the same time to prevent a missed practice.
“Wait, but didn’t you-“
“Yo beanpole, get your ass over here and block for us,” Shoyo yells at Tsukki, eager to work on his precision spikes. Kei walks over to the eager ginger and adjusts his sports glasses. Even after all these years of knowing Kei and playing volleyball with him, Tadashi can’t help but snicker at the sports glasses. They make Kei look like a toddler who just got their first pair of glasses.
He sighs in response to his boyfriend’s aloof demeanor, having thought that the two of them had gotten past that wall of Tsukishima’s vulnerability. Upset at the interruption of Shoyo’s eagerness to practice, Tadashi huffs and walks back over to the cart full of volleyballs. A feeling of uneasiness settles in his gut, and he attempts to refocus his mind by hitting a multitude of difficult serves, but he just can’t get rid of that gruelingly gross feeling.
A few more hours of practice go by and at this point, Tadashi can’t feel the sting on his numbingly red hands. With sweat-soaked hair and clothes, he meanders his way over to the bench and grabs his dedicated towel.
He wipes himself off and grabs his icy cold water bottle, the condensation bringing back the stinging feeling that had left his hands hours ago. He lets his body relax into the cool bench as the metal creaks slightly underneath his weight. His shoulders sag down as he breathes heavily through open-mouthed pants.
Even after hours of grueling practice, Tadashi just can’t get Kei off of his mind, and it’s not for the normal hot boyfriend plus horny teenage boy reasons.
Something about him has been seeming off the past few weeks, maybe even a month now. He's been distant, cold, and dismissive. Tadashi haasn’t seen Kei like this since they were in middle school and Tadashi had his first kiss with an upperclassman right when Kei had planned to confess.
Not to mention the fact that Tadashi hasn’t had a good dicking since the start of April and it’s already halfway through June.
Being a third-year high school student guarantees a busy schedule, especially when you’re involved in clubs but Tadashi knows the ins and outs of Kei’s schedule. Suddenly, all of his free time seems to become preoccupied with everything but his needy and attractive volleyball captain of a boyfriend.
Tadashi is just so entirely over it.
Taking another swig from his water bottle, Tadashi can see Tobio and Shoyo messing around in the corner. Sweaty, smiling faces entirely too close together and hands wandering to places that are not acceptable for out in the open.
He lets out a small frustrated puff, fully knowing that once practice is over the disgustingly cute couple will high-tail it out of the gym and straight to Tobio’s empty house where they will probably only resurface to the outside world to get water and food. And maybe a shower.
Tadashi decides that he’s going to use their tiny little horny brains to his advantage. Clapping his hands together loudly to draw everyone’s attention to him, he stands up to face the rest of the Karasuno Volleyball Club. His eyes scan the room and he quickly notes in his head that he doesn’t see his boyfriend in the crowd of sweaty teenagers.
“Alright! Practice for today is over and because I am your incredibly gracious captain, none of you have to stay after to clean!” He announces, throwing his arms out like the ringleader of a circus.
A chorus of excited hoots and hollers follow his announcement as all of his underclassmen scramble to grab their stuff. They sprint off to the locker room, eager to change out of their sweaty practice clothes and hang out for the rest of the night.
“Enjoy your freedom of a Friday night!” Tadashi calls after the gaggle of teenage boys.
Once the gym has cleared out for the most part, Tadashi walks to the volleyball cart and wheels it around the gym. He picks up stray volleyball after stray volleyball and tosses them into the bin. As he cleans, his teammates start to file out of the locker room. He says his goodbyes to all of them and makes sure to poke fun at the first years as they leave.
Hitoka finishes packing up her notes from practice and waves goodbye to Tadashi, “Goodnight Tada-kun! Have a good weekend.”
Tadashi waves back at her with a smile. Ever since she started dating Kiyoko there has been a shift in her demeanor. Hitoka has always been kind and bubbly, but even more so now. Once he’s finished picking up the volleyballs and the gym has cleared out for the night, Tadashi starts to wheel the ball cart over to the storage room doors.
“Well, looks like it’s just you and me Kei,” he turns to his side, expecting the tall teen to be near the entrance to the locker room but sees no evidence of him. Tadashi does a slow spin and scans his surroundings, concluding that he’s been left alone for the night.
“Goddammit!” He mutters under his breath, now left to clean up the mess by himself. Tadashi thought that at least Kei would stay back like they did last year. Cleaning time was more than just mopping on most days. He goes to his pocket to grab the storage room key when he notices the door is open, Weird. I thought I locked it up earlier.
His thoughts are interrupted by a loud moan coming from the closet. A moan he knows the sound of like he knows the back of his hand. His cheeks flush a brilliant pink as his heartbeat suddenly speeds up. With his shorts a little tighter than they were five minutes ago, Tadashi pushes the door open with a dopey smile, “Wow Kei-chan, couldn’t wait until we got home, huh?”
The third year is stopped dead in his tracks as he sees the first-year manager, Jinso Sidero, on her knees between Kei’s thighs, his shorts down with one hand tangled in her brown hair and the other tugging on her loosened uniform bow. Her skirt is pulled up over her hips, exposing her lacy underwear and her shirt and school blazer are strewn across the floor a few feet away from the couple.
Tadashi’s eyes widen as he looks at Kei, whose face displays a show of perfect, cheating pleasure. Kei opens his eyes to see his boyfriend and jumps, causing the girl sucking him off to gag at the sudden pressure. She makes a noise that can be interpreted as “What?”
“Shit!” Kei yells out as he makes eye contact with the shorter man.
“What the fuck?” Tadashi stumbles back into the door, his weight causing the door to swing back. The lack of backing causes him to fall sprawled out onto the gymnasium floor. Tears immediately spring up and his stomach lurches, absolutely nauseated. Without missing a beat, he scrambles up, runs to grab his bag, and sprints out of the gym.
Tadashi doesn’t look back.
Desperate, Kei tries to awkwardly run after him, shorts and boxers now pulled up. He gives up once he realizes that Tadashi is long gone.
“Fuck!” This is his first thought once he’s processed what happened. The frustrated blonde pulls at his hair and curses again. He looks to Sidero and without a beat, picks up her clothing, aggressively before haphazardly dressing her, and unceremoniously shoving her out of the storage closet.
“Babe wha-” the door slams shut before Sidero can finish her sentence. Kei slides down the other side of the door with his fists bunching up the fabric of his shorts so hard that his knuckles turn white.
He never planned for Tadashi to find out…
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Tadashi’s chest is tight and it feels like a million bricks are being smashed into his head. His feet feel like they’re on fire but he pays hardly any attention to the gnawing pain. The brisk summer night kisses his face as the rushing wind dries the tears rolling down his cheeks.
By the time he’s reached his front door, Tadashi can’t breathe. He attempts to take huge, gasping breaths but the exhales just come out as broken sobs. He can barely see through the tears and his nose is clogged with snot. He breathes as violently as the rushing thoughts come in and out of his head.
What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck? What just happened? Was Kei really cheating on me? Of course he was, look at what they were doing you fuckwad!
His hands shake harshly as he fumbles with the keys in front of him, fingers sweaty and vision blurred. It takes him three tries before he’s finally able to find the right key and open the front door. Once inside, his body works on autopilot while his brain goes a million miles a minute.
Was I not good enough? Did I not satisfy him? Did he leave me because he can’t deal with someone like me? Of course he chose her, just look at her. Was I that bad? Why wasn’t I good enough?!
He stumbles his way upstairs, tripping up the steps and slamming into the wall on the way up. Both his backpack and his volleyball bag slide down his shoulders and off his arms. A loud thwump is registered in the back of Tadashi’s mind as the bags slump down the stairs, articles of clothes slip out of the half-zipped pratice bag.
Grappling with the handle on his bedroom door, he slams it shut behind him, thankful that his parents are out for the weekend. Bleary-eyed and stumbling, he makes it to the ensuite and practically wipes the countertop clean in the search for his Atarax. As soon as he spots the familiar orange bottle, he swipes it and begins the struggle to open it.
“Stupid fucking child safety caps!”
He’s just about to open to orange pill bottle when the familiar feeling of bile rushing up into his throat causes him to drop the medicine and toss himself over the open toilet bowl.
Scorching tears run down his face as everything he ate comes up until it’s nothing but stomach acid and spit. His shoulders shake with how violent the heaving is and his fingers ache from his vice-like grip on the porcelain toilet. Once he’s sure that everything has been emptied and that gut-wrenching feeling has finally subsided, he reaches up a shaky hand to flush the toilet.
Tadashi wipes his mouth and sits back on his knees before immediately grabbing and opening the rattling bottle of meds. Once the trusty green pills are in his hand, he collapses to the floor in a sobbing heap and dry swallows five of them.
Four more than he needs.
The gross taste of slightly dissolved medicine sits unpleasantly on his tongue as Tadashi drags himself to the edge of the alcove before using all his might to turn on the cold water. He heaves himself up over the side of the tub and flops down into it.
Icy droplets of freezing cold water soak through his hair, shorts, and t-shirt, while burning hot tears soak the skin of his face and hands. His body shakes severely, and loud sobs echo throughout the shower as he grips his hair hard enough to rip it out. With white knuckles and red eyes, he lays down on his side and shivers.
Tadashi makes no moves to change the temperature of the water.
All he thinks about is what he’d done wrong, what he had done to deserve this. Memories circle through his mind, seven years' worth of friendship and five of which worth of dating washed down the drain.
Tadashi thought they would move in together after high school. That they’d get a house together and even have kids. That they would grow old together. They simply were just meant to be.
Call him naive but Tadashi thought that his first love would be the love of his life. Even the first time they met was like something out of a television show or a movie.
Little Tadashi was being picked on by some bigger kids due to his small size and shy nature. They’d been shoving poor ten-year-old Tadashi around, rummaging through his bookbag and making fun of his cute drawings and doodles, even going so far as to tell him he’d never be able to play volleyball if he kept being small like that (though it’s not like Tadashi really had any control over when and how tall he grew...)
Tears had just started to spill from the young boy’s eyes when he heard an annoyed voice ‘tch’ at the sight.
“Can’t you guys pick on someone your own size? I mean, come on now. It’s pathetic.” Tadashi looked up to see a tall blonde-haired boy with the thickest glasses he’d ever seen looming over him and his bullies. His eyes widen exponentially at the sight of this new person, who he immediately recognizes as the tall scary boy from his class.
On the first day of school, Tadashi was instantly terrified of him as he was all of four foot nothing whilst Tsukki had been almost five feet tall already.
While his brain processed what had come out of Tsukki’s mouth, the three boys that had been beating on him immediately stiffened up and ran off with nothing more than a measly squeal. Once sure that his tormenters were long gone, Tadashi calmly stood up, gathered his things, and walked over to the (even then) tall blonde boy.
“Thank you so much!” He yells as he bends at the waist, eyes closed tight and arms by his side. He stays that way until he hears a small “tch.”
“Get up. You don’t need to thank me. Next time, do it yourself,” the taller rudely tells Tadashi off with a roll of his eyes and turns to start walking away.
Noticing the white tennis shoes leave his vision, Tadashi straightens up and scrambles after the blonde. He runs ahead of him and stops in front of him, panting slightly.
“What’s…what’s your name?” Tadashi manages to puff out, hands resting on his knees as he attempts to catch his breath. A silent moment passes between them and as the silence continues to fill the air, a knot of anxiousness starts growing in Tadashi’s stomach at the lack of an answer.
Nervous, he stood back up to his full height again and stared directly into those smart yellow eyes.
“Tsukishima Kei,” the little elementary-aged Tsukki answered him with an aloof expression.
“I’m Yamaguchi Tadashi,” he smiled back, eyes full of happiness.
From then on, the two had been entirely inseparable. The boys spent almost every single waking moment together. They had countless sleepovers, video game sessions, playful volleyball matches, and smiles.
By the time they’d hit middle school, the dynamic between the two shifted, to what, neither knew at the time. Gone were the small smiles and days of personal space. The two boys would stare at each other whenever they thought the other wasn’t looking, eyes full of want and love. Each of them found every single excuse to touch each other, whether it was a brush of the fingers, a small kick, or even the occasional full-blown hug.
Tadashi was twelve years old when he realized that he liked boys. Terrified and scared, he went to his best friend with tears in his eyes and shaking hands with the expectation that Tsukki would beat him up and call him a fairy or even a slur.
Instead, he got unconditional love and support along with the confession that Tsukki was actually gay as well. With that knowledge, Yamaguchi finally spilled to Tsukki that he had a huge crush on their upperclassman and volleyball club captain, Kazuhira Hayate.
The day that Yamaguchi got his first kiss from Kazuhira was the day that he and Tsukishima started dating. Tsukki walked briskly to the gymnasium, a letter in a pink envelope grasped so tightly in his left hand that the paper threatened to rip, and a bouquet of Tadashi’s favourite flower and walked in on Yamaguchi getting his first kiss.
Tsukki felt so betrayed and upset that he threw the beautiful bouquet of pink camellias to the ground with a sharp ‘thwap!’ The pink letter followed soon thereafter.
Startled by the sound, Tadashi broke from the kiss and turned to see Kei running hurriedly out of the classroom, hands wiping his face as the dam of tears broke. Without another thought, Tadashi picked up the forgotten items and sprinted behind his best friend.
Once Tadashi had finally caught up with Kei, he could see the taller boy’s puffy eyes and red nose clearly, he could even see the little tears that threatened to spill over. Arguing and yelling ensued afterward until finally, finally, Kei grabbed the letter he’d written. He ripped it open without remorse and read it, bleary-eyed and embarrassed.
It was then that they had their first kiss together and it marked the beginning of a relationship that Tadashi thought would last until the stars collided.
How naive he was, Tadashi can’t help but ponder over the innocence of their beginning. It certainly feels like the stars collided now. As if the entire universe was pulling the Earth closer and closer to the Sun until everything was wiped out in a brilliant display of white light.
He struggles to sit up in the tub. With his entire body shaking from the cold and the panic running through his system, it’s difficult to do anything. With tremoring hands, he reaches over and turns off the water but makes no moves to leave the tub.
He just sits there.
Crying.
By the time he’s calmed himself down enough to leave the cold safety of the bathtub, the window outside tells him that the sun has set. It's been at least an hour and a half since he caught his (assumingly now ex) boyfriend getting sucked off by what Yamaguchi used to think was the innocent new first-year manager.
He wants to forget. Tadashi wants to take out his brain and cut away the memory of that experience and throw it straight into the garbage disposal.
But, he can’t do that. He can, however, do the next best thing.
It’s good that he still has the fake ID that Shoyo made him get.
Head still buzzing, Tadashi strips off the soaking wet clothes and throws them into a plopping, sopping wet pile on the bathroom tile. He turns the shower back on and washes away his anxiety, now coming up with various ways he can score a stranger and one night stand his problems away for twelve hours.
Once finished with his shower, he towels himself off and picks out the sluttiest outfit that he owns. The tight high-waisted black pants show off the fat curve of his ass and display his strong thighs from years of volleyball conditioning. He leaves the top three buttons of his flowy white blouse open to showcase his collarbones and unmarked neck.
Tadashi is almost one hundred percent sure this outfit will warrant him a good fuck or at the very least, a makeout session steamy enough to fog up the mirror in his brain. He styles his hair so that it frames his face. A little bit of shimmery eyeshadow decorates his lids and a swipe of eyeliner extends the natural shape of his dark brown eyes. A dab of highlighter enunciates his features.
As he walks out of the bathroom, Tadashi glances at the photo sitting proudly and undisturbed on his desk.
It was captured when he and Kei had their third anniversary, a week after Kei’s fifteenth birthday. They were at a park between their houses and they were smiling brightly in the picture, faces full of glee and love.
Tadashi walks over to the photo and chucks it into the trash to be forever forgotten in a pile of pencil shavings and messed-up chemistry notes. He grabs his keys off the floor of his bedroom and trudges downstairs, not bothering to move the two bags at various places of descension.
With a final huff, he opens his front door and slams it shut behind him. He locks it before turning around and making his way into town on foot.
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The cool summer breeze nips and kisses his face as he walks down the sidewalk. His eyes search the streets, looking for anything to focus on. He settles on the girls in front of him. They’re probably around sixteen and they still have their school uniforms on, they probably just finished with cram school and are headed for some light-hearted fun.
Probably karaoke.
As Tadashi walks, the night continues, the bright lights of the stars dimmed from the light pollution of Miyagi’s city-like town center. A familiar greenish-blue glow shines on his face, the neon glow inviting him back into a club he hasn’t been to in years.
The last time he came here, he was sixteen and he and Tsukishima were trying to get as fucked up as they possibly could to erase the image of the two of them walking in on Coach Ukai and Takeda fucking in the club room.
Without another moment, Tadashi pulls out his fake ID and walks up to the bouncer. The burly man in front of the door barely gives a glance at it before letting him through. As soon as Tadashi crosses the threshold, the smell of sweat, booze, and sex fill the air, and God is he ready to join the people dancing away on the dance floor.
He heads straight to the bar and orders an amaretto with pineapple juice. The sweet bartender smiles at him, recognizing the distress on his face. She also notes that he probably wants to get fucked up. Fruity drinks are the best way to do so.
“Bad day?” She questions as she pours juice into the liqueur.
“Fuck, you could say that,” he responds back, his excited smile turning into a grimace.
“What happened?” She grabs a little umbrella and uses it as a stir stick, hoping that the cute little garnish will help brighten Tadashi’s day a little bit.
“I just caught my boyfriend of five years cheating on me.”
“Shit. Well, it’s a good thing I made this one a bit heavy-handed. Go out there and show him what he’s missing, yeah?” She finishes off the conversation and slides the drink over the counter.
Tadashi glances down at her name tag, “thanks Yukio.”
He leans against the bar and looks around the room, taking in the sight of people of various genders and sexualities grinding and dancing against each other to the beat of the music. In less than five minutes, he’s already almost finished with the fruity cocktail and is two shots of tequila away from going to the dance floor.
He turns back to Yukio to order said shots of tequila and closes his tab for the night, giving her a generous tip as a thanks. He forgoes the salt and slams back the first shot, not even bothering to suck on the lime wedge served with it.
He takes the second one like it’s intended to, the lime leaving a pleasant sting in his mouth. Without another thought, Tadashi fixes his blouse and heads out onto the dance floor.
Once he’s there, he loses himself in the music. Running his hands up and down his body and through his hair, he mouths along to the lyrics of Kai’s ‘Mmmh.’ his hips move to the music. He’s so caught up in his own world that he doesn’t notice the multitude of hungry eyes staring at him from across the club, the lovely mix of alcohol and his meds muffling his mind.
Oikawa can’t believe his eyes. He never expected Yamaguchi to come to Secrets on a Friday night, especially since it seems that he came on his own.
The tall brunet saw him come in, full of disbelief until the little freckles scattered across the younger man’s face confirmed what he hoped was true. Tadashi Yamaguchi walked into Miyagi’s only gay bar.
Alone.
Oikawa looked around when Tadashi came in, expecting that someone had been waiting for him but he saw no sight of any of the Karasuno third years.
Next to him, Kuroo is talking up a gaggle of girls, playfully flirting with them with no intention of taking them home. He came into this outing with the mindset that he was going to be buried balls deep in Tooru once they got home. Tooru nudges the black haired man’s shoulder, drawing his attention away from the giggling girls.
“Hey, babe. What’s up?” Tetsurou questions his almost-boyfriend. Oikawa points to the dance floor where Tadashi is uncaringly grinding his ass against the crotch of a man with strong arms and a gross, sweaty face.
“Look Tetsu, it’s our little pinch server. He’s all grown up!” Tooru points out the younger boy to Tetsurou and the man squints his eyes.
Tooru leans up to Tetsu’s ear, “And he’s all alone.”
As the sentence is processed in Kuroo’s head, a large smirk curls unto his face.
“Well then, I guess this old cat is going to pounce.” Oikawa rolls his eyes and urges Kuroo to go tell Terushima.
“Tell him to meet us on the dance floor, let’s see how this night goes,” Tooru finishes as he downs the rest of his whiskey, the cool liquid burning his throat as it goes and he walks onto the dance floor. As he gets closer he sees the small smile on Tadashi’s face and he can’t help but admire just how pretty he’s gotten.
When Oikawa first saw Yamaguchi during Aoba Johsai’s practice match with Karasuno, he was immediately stricken with the boy. He was decidedly disappointed when he saw Yamaguchi give Tsukishima a celebratory kiss after Karasuno scored the match point.
So, like any logical teenager, he moped about it to Iwaizumi until he got fed up with Oikawa’s shenanigans and shoved Oikawa onto Kuroo and Terushima.
By the time Yuuji and Tetsurou met Karasuno for the first time they knew pretty much everything there was to know about Tadashi. His height, his favourite food, his relationship with Tsukishima, his position, and almost everything else.
The three of them finally talked about their mutual attraction to Yamaguchi during a party thrown at Matsukawa’s house after the inter-high preliminaries where a game of spin the bottle threw up feelings that all three of them had been pushing down since middle school.
That night was the first that marked the mutually beneficial relationship that the three of them had which consisted of fucking, cuddling, and being almost-but-not-quite-boyfriends.
Then, Tadashi had just been a cute little first year that all three of them wanted to ruin so badly. They wanted to fuck and love him so thoroughly that he would never want anyone else. The Tadashi that Tooru sees in from of him is different.
This Tadashi’s face is thinner, his jawbone sharp enough to carve marble and his creamy skin practically begs for Oikawa to sink his teeth into the flesh. His cheeks are covered in a healthy glow of pink, the alcohol tinting his fair skin. His thighs have gotten bigger, more muscular but still lean. No doubt from practising every day for hours on end. Along with his thighs, his ass also filled out. Oikawa can feel his mouth watering at the thought of what it would look like marked up and covered in something less than PG.
Without another thought, he shoves himself in between Tadashi and the ogre-like man behind him and sends said man a glare that says “fuck off or I’ll castrate you.” The man looks at Oikawa, a little perturbed, and leaves without a word.
Tooru places his hands on Tadashi’s hips and guides them back to grind the younger’s ass against his clothed dick.
He then leans his head close to Tadashi’s ear, “Hey, baby. Long time no see?”
Tadashi recognizes the voice as soon as it enters his ears and he lets out a breathy “fuck” before turning himself around in Oikawa’s arms to face him.
“Hey pretty, what are you doing here?” Tooru questions him, genuinely curious. At the inquiry, Tadashi groans and buries his face into the crook of Tooru’s neck. He inhales deeply, taking an extra long whiff of the cologne Oikawa had sprayed on earlier.
“Kei cheated on me. I just want to forget for a while,” he mumbles into his shoulder. Oikawa looks down at him in surprise, not expecting that news but welcoming it wholeheartedly.
He smiles, “Would you like us to help you forget?”
Tadashi looks up questioningly, “Us?”
Oikawa then points over to Yuuji and Tetsurou, who are currently making their way across the dance floor, awkwardly dancing their way through people.
Tadashi looks up at him and pleads, “Yes. Oh God, please.”
Tooru smirks, “Good choice.” He then spins the boy around once more and presses his hand against Tadashi’s lower stomach, pushing their hips together. Then, he leans his head down and bites lightly at his neck. Tadashi groans in pleasure at the feeling, his head lolling back against Tooru’s shoulder.
With closed eyes, Tadashi allows himself to get lost in the feeling of Oikawa’s hands and lips on his body. He feels like there’s a fire burning between his legs and his head feels fuzzy in the best way. Two new pairs of hands find purchase on his body, one hand sliding underneath the open collar of his shirt to run over the expanse of his chest.
He opens his eyes to see two pairs of eyes, one the colour of roasted almonds and the other a piercing yellow. Testsurou stands in front of him, hands squeezing Tadashi’s thighs and caressing his lower stomach while Yuuji uses his cold hands to tease his chest. Without another beat, Tadashi raises his right arm and grabs a fistful of Yuuji’s dyed hair and smashes their lips together.
The kiss is open-mouthed and messy and definitely not the best kiss Tadashi’s had but at that moment it felt like he was lip-locked with Eros himself.
Eagerly, Yuuji kisses him back with a slight smirk, his tongue piercing causing a weird but pleasurable sensation. The hand that was under Tadashi’s shirt drags itself across his chest and lightly tweaks his nipple. Yuuji’s eyebrows elevate slightly as his fingertips feel the distinct coldness of a steel piercing.
“Fuck!” Tadashi moans, his hips jolting as he throws his head back. As the kiss breaks, a lewd string of saliva connects their lips together.
Yuuji is in no rush to tell the other two men about his discovery of Tadashi’s naughty nipple piercings.
Tetsurou leans over and laps at the saliva before bringing his lips to meet Yuuji’s. The two men make out heatedly, licking and nipping and kissing at each other in ways that have Tadashi rutting his ass back into Tooru’s dick carelessly.
Tooru breaks his lips from Tadashi’s neck, “does that turn you on baby? Seeing two hot guys making out in front of you, sharing your spit?”
Tadashi breathlessly nods his head in response and Tooru tuts at him.
“Use your words baby.”
Tadashi swallows the lump in his throat, “I love it, sir.”
Tooru’s eyes widen at the title before his lips stretch out into a Cheshire-like grin. He pushes Tetsurou’s hands off of the younger and the black haired man gives little resistance as he is too busy swallowing Yuuji’s tongue.
Tooru lightly drags his hands from Tadashi’s hips down over his stomach and to the tops of his thighs. Teasingly, he splays his fingers and brushes oh so gently at the sides of Tadashi’s groin. Yuuji notices the movement and once again squeezes his nipple.
“Hnn..fuck me!” Tadashi keens with closed eyes, his resolve dissipating even more as his body is teased and tweaked at by the men that he has had secret crushes on since his first year.
“Since you asked so nicely,” Tooru responds teasingly.
“Open your eyes for me, pet.”
Tadashi opens his eyes and is once again met with the sight of pretty amber ones, but these eyes are shaded by a pair of thick glasses.
“Kei?” He questions, pulling away slightly from Tooru’s hold. Tetsurou follows Tadashi’s eye line to see Kei standing there, mouth agape and eyes wide.
Kei had gone to the club for the same reason Tadashi did: to forget. What he didn’t expect was to see the boy he cheated on dancing with (practically fucking) three of the hottest people that Kei had ever seen. If the blonde thought they were hot as celebrities in high school, then now all three of them were like gods.
“C’mon baby, let’s give that cheater a show,” Yuuji tells Tadashi with a smirk before pinching and tweaking at the younger’s peaked nipples, causing a hearty moan to leave his throat as Tadashi keeps eye contact with Kei.
Tooru moves his hands to palm over Tadashi’s clothed dick and he ruts up into the touch.
Tetsurou had joined Tooru behind him and began to leave marks of his own.
Tadashi, all consumed by the feelings that they’re leaving on his body, doesn’t realize that Kei had stormed off with a red face and eyes full of hurt.
He just wants more of everything that they’re giving him.
“Please. Please fuck me. Take me home and ruin me, please,” Tadashi begs the three of them with lidded eyes, his brows furrowed and face flushed.
Tetsurou, Tooru, and Yuuji all share a single look and without saying a single word, they all know each other’s thoughts.
Wordlessly, all but Tetsurou break away from him and Tadashi whines at the loss of stimulation. Said man leads him across the dance floor, assisting the boy through the clusters and crowds of dancing people and out of the club. Tooru goes to quickly collect their things while Yuuji closes the tab they racked up.
The late night summer air kisses Tadashi’s cheeks and he takes a deep breath in through his nose and exhales it out his mouth. He looks up at Tetsurou who is standing next to him, phone in hand. Tadashi can make out the loading screen for Uber.
Ah, responsible as ever.
Without the three pairs of hands on his body, the musty smell of alcohol and weed, the blaring music, and the hot bodies all around him, Tadashi can think properly.
He hasn’t seen any of the boys since Yuuji graduated high school last year (Tadashi was invited to his grad party). They’ve all changed so much since that fleeting night that he can’t really remember. Yuuji had brought out enough edibles to render all of them useless for fifteen hours so that night is mostly a blur.
They all look…older. Now Tadashi can really see how much of an adult Tetsurou looks like. His jaw is defined and his cheekbones are higher than Suna on a Saturday. His eyes are the same dangerously seductive yellow that he remembers but now they have a layer of maturity to them.
Tadashi knows that this is probably a stupid decision, in a lot of ways. He’s sleeping with people that know Tsukki and all of their friends and he’s doing it all at once. Tadashi can also tell that there is some sort of existing relationship between Yuuji, Tetsurou, and Tooru but he can’t tell exactly what it is. He’d hate to be the one to come between a relationship, even more so after he’s been cheated on.
That thought brings him back to why he is doing this.
Tsukishima Kei, his boyfriend of five years, cheated on him with their first-year manager. Suddenly, Tadashi doesn’t care. He doesn’t care that Tsukishima was hurt at the sight of Tadashi having fun and getting the pleasure he’s been missing for almost two and a half months.
Tsukishima Kei does not deserve Tadashi’s forgiveness or his time and so Tadashi concludes to himself that he’s going to fuck three hot men tonight and deal with everything tomorrow morning.
Like an adult.
Tadashi looks back up at Tetsurou and admires the way that the blueish light highlights his features. The tall man looks down at him and Tadashi wills himself not to avert eye contact.
“I know, I know, I’m devastatingly handsome. Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Tetsurou winks and Tadashi laughs at his response and walks up close to him, a plan in mind.
He puts a hand on Tetsu’s shoulder and tilts his head up, “Whatever you want, Captain,” he then pushes up onto his toes and connects their lips together into a sensual kiss. Tetsurou groans deeply into the kiss, the name tickling him in the recesses of his perverted brain. Tadashi can feel Tetsurou’s teeth scraping his bottom lip as the kiss gets deeper.
A low, teasing whistle sounds out, interrupting the intimate moment. The two pull away from each other to see Tooru and Yuuji standing there with dopey smiles and knowing eyes plastered on their stupidly smug faces.
“All worked up over a little kiss? Testu~ you’re losing your touch!” Tooru teases the slightly taller man as he eyes the erection that’s starting to press through Tetsurou’s slacks.
Tetsurou shoves Tooru’s shoulder with a grumble, “Oh shut up. That boy is a little minx!” Yuuji raises his eyebrows in response, intrigued by his lover’s word choice.
“Oh? And just what did this “little minx” do that caused our composed Kuroo Tetsurou to blush like a teenage virgin?” Yuuji teases, getting up close to Tetsurou’s face.
“He fuckin’ called me Captain,” Tetsurou mumbles out, his eyes cast to the ground and his cheeks red as roses.
Yuuji raises his brows, surprised at his answer and chuckles before turning to look at Tadashi, “My, my. Who knew our boy was such a pervert? Tell me baby, when was the last time that shitty ex of yours made you cum?”
Tadashi’s face bursts into a bright red blush and that burning feeling that was present in his groin earlier was back again at full force. He said “our” boy.
Yuuji bends at the waist, pushing his face into Tadashi’s, much like he just did to Tetusurou. With a conniving grin, he takes a strand of fringe that had fallen into Tadashi’s eyes and twirls it around his long index finger.
“I- well we, I mean I haven’t…uhm,” Tadashi’s brain shuts off from his mouth and he can’t seem to string together any semblance of a coherent sentence. He fumbles with his fingers in front of him, the way that Yuuji’s speaking causes his brain to short-circuit.
It’s been so long since, not only his body, but his brain, was teased like this.
The last few times that Tadashi and Kei had sex were quick and weirdly, not very intimate. There was a lack of pet names and kissing and Tadashi’s favourite thing, a careful mix of degradation and praise. This sudden influx of humiliating yet attractive conversation has him and his hard dick reeling in need.
“I- well, we” Yuuji mocks, “C’mon babe, it’s okay. We all know that you haven’t been getting dicked properly. We’re here to help you fix that, right?”
Dumbly, Tadashi just nods in response and swallows loudly.
“Good boy.” Tadashi’s knees go weak at the pet name and it takes all of his effort not to buckle down into the ground. How is he going to get through the night if he’s this worked up and they’ve barely touched him?
Right at that moment, the Uber that Tetsurou had ordered earlier pulls up to the curb and Yuuji stands up and saunters his way over to the car.
He’s proud that he can reduce Tadashi into a puddle of want just with some (what he considers to be) light teasing and a simple pet name.
Tetsurou huffs at Yuuji’s behavior, just happy that he’s not on the receiving end of the blonde’s incessant flirting for once.
Tooru walks up to Tadashi and smiles, “You seem like you need some help getting to the car.”
Tadashi just holds out his hand and Tooru gladly takes it, leading the younger to the silver Nissan that Yuuji and Tetsurou have already climbed into.
With wobbly legs, Tadashi climbs into the car with Tooru’s help and the two of them go to the back of the car and sit in the third row of seats.
Tadashi melts into the seat, so thankful to finally be off of his feet. He’s been so caught up in the events of the day that he hadn’t realized just how much pain he was in. Between practice, sprinting home, and dancing, his feet are now burning with how exhausted they are.
The ride to the three college students’ apartment is mostly smooth and Tadashi is grateful for the reprieve that his brain (and his dick) has been granted. That is, until Tooru begins to run his right hand up and down Tadashi’s thigh, dangerously close to his half-hard cock.
The little touches flutter up and down his thighs. Sometimes, Tooru’s hand inches right above his dick but before he touches it, the feeling is dragged back up over his lower stomach. Butterflies settle in Tadashi’s tummy and he opens his legs wider, allowing Tooru more space to toy with.
It takes everything in him not to moan out when Tooru finally touches him right where he wants it. Tooru’s fingers brush over Tadashi’s cock in feather-like motions, light enough to cause some long awaited stimulation but too light to give him what he really wants.
Now, Tooru’s fingers go from trailing up and down Tadashi’s shaft, to drawing little circles around his swollen balls and back up again. Every once in a while, a finger draws down enough to swipe right at the edge of Tadashi’s clothed, clenching hole. The teasing causes Tadashi’s previously half-hard cock to turn into a full stiffie.
To Tadashi, it feels as though the teasing has been going on for hours when in reality it’s been maybe ten minutes at most. He’s so lost in the feeling of Tooru’s fingers and the effort of trying to control his sounds that he doesn't know that the car’s stopped, he only notices the lack of touch on his dick as Tooru pulls his hand away. He tries to suppress a whine as the light pressure dissipates.
One look from Tooru is all he needs to know that he needs to stay quiet, at least until the four of them are inside the apartment.
With help once more, Tadashi gets out of the SUV and stands on shaky legs, his erection presses up against the seam of his trousers, causing little sparks of pleasure to travel up his spine. His eyebrows furrow up in concentration as he tries to suppress the urge to thrust his hips up at the feeling.
Yuuji sends him a knowing look and Tadashi immediately blushes and shys away from his gaze, embarrassed that the blonde haired man saw what was going on in the back of the car. He ignores Yuuji’s gaze and instead moves to walk behind Tetsurou, who is eagerly making his way up the stairs.
Tadashi follows behind on wobbly legs and puts most of his weight onto the handrails that are helping him navigate the stairs without falling backward. As he walks up the stairs, Tadashi can feel two pairs of lustful eyes staring at him. Deciding to rile them up while he can (and while he’s in the safety of a public space) Tadashi adds a little bit of extra sway to his hips and purposefully pushes his ass out a little more than he needs to when he climbs up the next stair.
The teasing action is rewarded by one of the men behind him striking him across the behind with a crisp smack, the hit landing right on the meaty part of his ass. The stinging sensation that follows afterward has Tadashi tensing up at the feeling and letting out a small moan. He stops where he is for a split second before attempting to regain his composure and make it up the last half a dozen steps.
By the time he’s gotten to the top of the stairs and Tetsurou is unlocking the door to the little apartment, Tadashi is shaking in anticipation. He’s so ready to get destroyed by the three men that tower above him, so excited to get thoroughly fucked and used and ruined.
As soon as Tetsurou swings the door open, Tooru moves in front of Tadashi and gives him a command, “Jump.” He does as he’s asked and the strong setter holds him by his thighs, Tadashi’s legs wrap around his sinfully small waist. As soon as Tooru has adjusted to the added weight, he’s walking forward into the apartment with his hands groping every inch of Tadashi’s ass and thighs he can reach, any thought of modesty thrown to the wolves.
Yuuji and Tetsurou follow the two men into Tooru’s room, where he’s taking their new lover. Their eyes are dark and their pupils are so blown out that only a sliver of their irises can be seen. The sight in front of them has both of them getting hotter and hotter and Yuuji has to make an effort to rip his eyes away from the scene in front of him in order to close the front door.
Once Tooru is standing over his bed, he leans down and lets go of Tadashi’s thighs. Tadashi plops down onto the mattress and Tooru quickly follows. Laying down on top of the length of Tadashi’s body, Tooru brings the two of them into a sloppy open-mouted kiss. The sanctuary of the apartment grants both of them the needed permission to make as much noise as they please.
Tooru moves down from the other man’s lips to trail wet kisses and suckle marks into his jawline. He gets to the spot of Tadashi’s neck that’s right under the angle of his jaw and sucks hard. The stimulation causes Tadashi to moan out, “Fuck! That’s so good, sir!” His hips buck up against Tooru’s, causing their clothed dicks to rub up against each other in a moment of euphoria.
“Shit, baby. You feel so good,” Tooru compliments in response to the glorious pressure against his dick, something he’s been yearning for since him, Yuuji, and Tetsurou initially left their apartment.
Tetsurou and Yuuji watch the scene unfold as the two of them strip down into nothing but their boxers, matching dark spots of pre stain the fabric and do nothing to hide the fact that both men are aroused. They walk to seperate sides of the bed and simultaneously kneel on the mattress, their added weight causing the two men exploring each other to look up at the disturbance.
Tetsurou leans over and gently pushes Tooru up so that his and Tadashi’s chests are no longer touching each other, but now Tooru’s ass is sitting directly above Tadashi’s dick. Without hesitation, Tooru uses this new position to grind down onto the younger. His balls rub up against the length of Tadashi’s shaft and he lets out sighs of pleasure at the release of pressure on his groin.
“Oh my god!” Tadashi keens, his mouth falling open due to the pleasure.
Tetsurou makes quick work of unbuttoning the youngest’s shirt but stops his task as soon as he sees the two shining metal bars that poke out of each side of Tadashi’s nipples. His brain stops for a second as he drags his nails along Tadashi’s lean stomach.
“Oh god baby, look at you,” he groans out at the sight, hands coming up to twist and pull at the piercings. He turns to look at Yuuji, who has pulled out his hard cock from the confines of his boxers and is currently stroking himself slowly, a prince albert decorates the head and glints against the soft glow of the lamp light.
“Why didn’t you tell me that this little vixen had his nipples pierced?” Tetsurou emphasizes the inquiry by tugging harshly on the metal and pulling a moan out of Tadashi’s mouth that is so sinful Satan himself would blush at the sound.
“Wanted to- hnng- surprise you,” Yuuji grunts out as he fucks his fist to the sight in front of him, a wet shlick noise joining the cacophany of erotic sounds in the room.
“Well you sure as shit did,” Tetsurou comments as he removes his hands from Tadashi’s nipples, which now sit stiff and senstive. The black haired man lifts his shoulders off of the bed slightly to get Tadashi completely out of his shirt. As the sleeves fall down Tadashi’s shoulders, he can feel Tooru’s weight shift off of him and feels the setter’s deft fingers pulling on the zipper of his pants followed by the button coming undone.
Tadashi lifts his hips as best he can to aid Tooru in pulling down his pants and boxers. The brunet yanks his own pants down along with Tadashi’s and throws them somewhere in the bedroom. He’ll deal with the mess tomorrow. He eagerly yanks his shirt up and off his head. Tadashi squirms underneath the older man’s gaze, his chestnut brown eyes full of both lust and longing.
The younger gazes up at Tooru intensely, taking in his nude form that Tadashi swears must be the inspiration for countless Greek statues. His chisled abs look strong and Tadashi wants to run his tongue over every hill and through every valley of his torso. His Adonis belt is defined and points Tadashi’s eyes directly down to look at Tooru’s fat, flushed cock.
He wants to grovel at Tooru’s feet and worship every inch of him. Tadashi wants to kiss up and down his aroused dick and wants to know what the setter would feel like on the inside. Probably something akin to the finest velvet produced.
“You’re so perfect, like a God,” he mumbles out to himself, not entirely aware that he’d said that aloud. On top of him, Tooru moans out at the praise and rocks his hips onto Tadashi’s again as a reward.
“As much as I would love for you to worship me, today it’s our turn to worship you, baby,” Tooru says as he presses his hands on the top of Tadashi’s thighs, now grinding against him in a dizzingly pleasurable rhythm. The feeling of their bare cocks rubbing against one another has Tadashi’s head reeling in pleasure. Tetsurou resumes his work on the youngest’s sensitive nipples, determined to get him to cum for the first time of the night.
“Fuck! More…more please!” Tadashi whines out, his hips bucking up against Tooru’s erractically. Yuuji gets up from his position at the end of bed and moves to sit next to Tadashi’s head. Said boy turns to look at him, eye watery and pupils blown.
“Plea…se,” he begs pathetically, brows drawn up tight and face scrunched in pleasure. Yuuji looks down at him and brings a hand to his face. He caresses the side of Tadashi’s forehead, gently petting his ruffled hair down.
“This is all you’re getting right now, pet. So be a good boy and take it for me, okay?” Yuuji smirks down at Tadashi, who whines in disappointment but ultimately begins to let himself become more immersed in the pleasure his body is feeling.
“That’s a good boy. Just feel it. Feel the way that Tooru is working your cocks together. Feel Tetsu’s tongue on your nipple. Does it feel good, love?” Yuuji questions, bringing his hand back to his own straining dick. He runs his hand over the shaft, the pressure just enough to be pleasurable and keep him aroused, but definitely not enough to make him cum any time soon.
Tadashi nods his head in response, his shining eyes full of lust and what can only be described as wonder. The movement of his hips becomes more aggressive and his back starts to arch up into Tetsurou’s touch even more.
“Hnng I’m gonna cum!” Tadashi exclaims, already almost at the peak of his orgasm.
“Go ahead baby, come for us,” Tetsurou says as he pinches and pulls at Tadashi’s puffy nipples. Tadashi’s entire body shakes as his orgasm starts to wash over him, intense and almost overwhelming.
His cock kicks as white ropes of cum spurt out, the hot sticky liquid staining his own chest and Tooru’s dick and chest. The sight of Tadashi cumming underneath him causes Tooru to reach his own peak.
Tetsurou and Yuuji both pull back slightly to look at the two men that lay in front of them. The sight of Tadashi and Tooru cumming all over each other with their hips still grinding in order to prolong their orgasms leaves both of them groaning and fisting their cocks. Once again, not enough to make them cum, but enough to give them pleasure.
A solid three minutes have passed by the time that both Tadashi and Tooru’s orgasms have washed over them. The older practically collapses on top of Tadashi as both of them breathe heavily, smearing their cum together on their stomachs.
“That was…” Tooru starts breathlessly, “amazing.”
Swallowing roughly, Tadashi responds. “Fuck, I don’t think I’ve come that hard in a fucking year.” He chuckles, the endorphins that come from sex still fogging up his brain. He begins to shift under Tooru and push the older man off of him, thinking that this night of sex is over.
“Woah, woah. Where are you going?” Tetsurou questions, using his hand to push Tadashi back down. Confused, he just looks back up at the black haired man.
“I thought we were done? I mean, I already came,” Tadashi responds, genuinely naive to the thought of how this night was going to go.
Almost simultaneously, the other three men bust out in a great deal of laughter, Tetsurou’s howling drowning out the other two’s. Puzzled, Tadashi looks at them, starting to feel a bit self conscious as he awkwardly chuckles along.
“Oh, baby…do you mean to tell me that Kei would only make you cum once?” Yuuji questions, his eyes containing a predatory glint to them that has Tadashi shrinking back into the bed. With big eyes, he nods at Yuuji.
“Oh, no no. That just won’t do,” Yuuji tuts in fake sympathy, “See baby, I want to ruin you. I want you to cum so much that you can’t think of anything that’s not us and the pleasure you’re feeling. Okay?”
“Shit!” Tadashi’s eyes roll back into his head and he almost cums again just from Yuuji’s words right then and there. Tooru pulls himself off of Tadashi to see that his cock is already filling back up again.
“I can’t believe you haven’t been played with like this before, especially since your body wants it so badly,” Tooru smirks as he drags a finger from the head of Tadashi’s flushed cock, down the swell of his balls, and around the rim of his fluttering asshole.
“Unhh, Tooru!” Tadashi keens as Tooru runs his finger around the taught ring of muscle. Gently, Tooru pushes Tadashi’s thighs apart to gain more access to his quivering hole.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty, baby,” he comments as he ducks his head down in between the smaller man’s legs. Tooru’s tongue darts out to lap at his entrance, tasting a mix of his and Tadashi’s dripping cum. Tetsurou holds Tadashi’s head in his hands and urges him to open his eyes and look at him.
“Here’s what’s going to happen, pet. Tooru is going to open you up for me with his tongue and fingers and then you’ll sit on my dick. Then, you’re gonna let Yuuji sit on yours, alright?” He explains vulgarly, excited yellow eyes piercing through Tadashi’s hungrily.
Tadashi nods in agreement but the silent answer only earns him a pinch on the thigh from Tooru. He yelps in response.
“Tooru’s right baby, you need to use your words. So tell us, is that alright?” Tetsurou asks, an air of dominance surrounding him that hadn’t been there for most of the night.
“Yes, sirs!” Tadashi wastes no time in answering, fully believing that the three of them would have absolutely no problem with punishing him if they thought it appropriate. As a reward, Tooru begins to work a finger into Tadashi’s tight ass, using a mixture of spit and cum as lube. The intruision sparks a strong of sinful moans from Tadashi’s gaping mouth.
“Oh, you’re such a good boy. Look at you,” Tetsurou coos down at him, taking note of the way that Tadashi’s eyes have almost completely glazed over. He looks over to Yuuji and beckons him to come look at the ruined man laying on the bed.
Tooru continues to scissor Tadashi open, his tongue pushing against the man’s rim. By the time he’s able to add another finger, Tadashi is starting to grind his hips back into Tooru’s hand and face.
“Look at him, under and happy. Like a natural born whore,” he comments as he brushes his hands through Tadashi’s hair comfortingly. At the compliment, Tadashi’s back starts to arch once more, showing the other three that he’s once again close to an orgasm.
Right as his back starts to arch, Tooru pulls his fingers out of Tadashi’s ass and gives his inner-thigh one last cheeky bite. Tadashi’s hips twitch as his orgasm evades him, whines pouring out of his mouth.
“Wha…why?” He gasps out, pink tear tracks staining his pretty face. Instead of Tooru answering like Tadashi’s expecting, Tetsurou pipes up instead.
“Because, baby, I want you to come on my dick,” the black haired man explains casually like his words aren’t making Tadashi’s back arch.
All the hands that had been caressing him leave and Tadashi feels cold. The chill is short. Just as soon as the hands left, they came back. This time though, something thicker than fingers prods at the rim of his ass.
Tadashi, who had closed his eyes in frustration, opens them again to see Tetsurou’s dick positioned in between his thighs. One look at it and Tadashi can already feel his insides clenching. Fuck. He’s so thick.
Tetsurou’s dick isn’t the longest he’s seen, in fact it’s quite average. The girth, however, is anything but average. Tadashi knows no amount of fingering would ever get him loose enough to take it without a stretch.
“Hnh…oh fuck!” Tadashi turns his head to see Tooru working his fingers in and out of Yuuji, getting him prepped to take the younger’s cock.
Tetsurou, who notices Tadashi’s diverted attention, grabs his chin and pulls it to the front.
“Don’t look at them right now, baby. Look at me.”
It’s in that moment that Tetsurou grabs his dick in one hand and guides it into Tadashi slowly. Tadashi throws his head back at the intrusion, the fat head of Kuroo’s cock pushing past his rim.
“Oh my god! Ohmygod ohmygo-“ his back arches as Tetsurou slides in deeper, stretching his ass. Tetsurou stops halfway inside to help Tadashi adjust. He brings his calloused hand to the younger man’s cock and gives it a few stokes to help relax him. It works and eventually he loosens his muscles and Tetsurou is able to slide in the rest of the way, balls touching his perineum.
As Tetsurou is fully seated inside him, Tadashi feels like all the air in his lungs has been knocked out. His head feels fuzzy and he’s being split open just right. He floats for a bit as Tetsurou stays still to let them both adjust, the warmth of Tadashi’s body so hot and good it’s almost overwhelming.
So lost in the feeling of a thick cock inside him, Tadashi doesn’t notice the other two men who’ve shifted from their position on the bed beside him. It’s only when he feels a cold trickle of lube drizzled onto his shaft that he realizes they had moved.
He opens his eyes in time to see Yuuji swinging a leg over his hips before settling on his stomach right above his dick. Tadashi (who had already forgotten what Yuuji had said earlier) looked up at Yuuji in shock, his eyes widening.
“No…no it’s gonna be too much! I can’t-“ he blubbers, little tears springing into the corners of his eyes.
“You can. You can take it, baby. I know you can,” Yuuji interrupts before grabbing Tadashi’s lubed cock and guiding it up to his hole. Without warning, he sheathes himself all the way down in one go with a hearty, the wet warmth surrounding Tadashi’s dick all-encompassing.
For a minute Tadashi just lays there, trembling. He’s never felt so overwhelmed, so full of pleasure.
He…
loves it.
Letting his desires take over, Tadashi moves his hips, unsure if he wants to grind back into the thick cock in his ass or buck up into the wet hole on his dick.
Getting the message, both Tetsurou and Yuuji begin to work together to drive Tadashi crazy. As Tetsurou pulls out, Yuuji slams down onto Tadashi’s dick. When Yuuji pulls himself up, Tetsurou rams his cock into Tadashi’s tight hole, his fat dick hitting very good spot inside him.
They work in tandem, riling him up by going fast before slowing down to an almost painful pace. Yuuji slides his hands up to Tadashi’s chest to pluck at his nipples and play with his piercings again, his thighs shaking with the effort of riding him.
At some point, Tadashi is unsure when, Tooru comes to sit next to him, turning Tadashi’s head guiding his mouth to his cock.
Greedily, Tadashi suckles and slurps on Tooru’s dick. He savours the salty, slightly bitter taste of precum. Quickly he pulls off and looks into the brunette’s eyes, “Please. Fuck my mouth.”
Without hesitation, Yuuji pulls his hands from the younger man’s nipples and Tooru shifts himself so that he’s sitting on Tadashi’s chest. Almost immediately, he rams his dick back into Tadashi’s mouth. He opens his throat and allows Tooru’s cock to slide in and out.
In and out and in and out and in and out. The rhythm picks up and slows down, the three older men working Tadashi’s body into a lustful haze as nothing but groans and moans and the slick sound of bodies together is heard.
Before he knew it, the hot knot of arousal that had been building up in Tadashi’s abdomen was ready to burst. All at once, he clamped down on Tetsurou’s cock, groaned around Tooru’s, and his own kicked up inside Yuuji’s tight heat.
Tooru pulls off of his chest, giving him room to breathe as he begins to jack himself to completion.
“Fuuuuuck!” He groans as his back arches and he cums inside Yuuji and around Tetsurou. Tooru fists his cock until he cums, shooting spurts of white onto Tadashi’s face. Some of it manages to land inside the man’s open mouth.
Yuuji cums soon after, painting Tadashi’s chest with semen, tight walls gripping Tadashi’s overstimulated cock. He pulls himself up and off of Tadashi before flopping exhausted on the unoccupied part of the bed.
It’s just Tetsurou left.
He looks Tadashi in the eye, his green eyes glazed over with lust as tears run down his pink cheeks.
“I- I can’t do it! S’too much!” Tadashi babbles, thrashing his head around.
Tetsurou reaches a hand up to gently grab his chin, “You got it, just a little more, baby.” He then leans down and connects their lips together, sharing Tooru’s cum, Tetsurou licking it up off his face. It’s only a few more thrusts before Tetsurou buries himself to the hilt and cums deep inside Tadashi with a low groan.
They stay like that for a minute, Tadashi covered in cum, Tooru and Yuuji both exhausted and splayed out, Tetsurou seated inside him still, breathing hard.
Tetsurou is the first one to move. He gently pulls himself out, shushing Tadashi’s small cries at the empty feeling, and flops back down on the bed.
Tadashi tries to make a move to stand up off the bed but he finds that everything below his belly button is buzzing still, numb with pleasure. His head fuzzy from his orgasms.
Seeing Tadashi’s attempt to walk, Tooru sits up and practically shoves him back down with a glare.
“Stay down,” he orders before getting up himself. He shakily pads out of the bedroom and down the hall, his footsteps getting a little farther away. The sound of a door opening and running water gives away that he’s in the bathroom.
Tooru comes back with four washcloths, one for each of them. The three older men go through their normal post-sex cleaning, wiping off lube and sweat and cum, knowing that all three of them were too tired to take a proper shower.
Then, Tooru takes the fourth washcloth and begins to gently wipe Tadashi down. Yuuji and Tetsurou sit next to him, rubbing at his skin and placing comforting kisses on his chest and face. Tadashi whines softly when the cloth is dragged against his sore cock and hole.
Between the comforting touches and the exhaustion of two orgasms, Tadashi is quickly lulled to sleep. The last thing he registers is a blanket being pulled up over his naked body and three kisses on his face before he’s pulled into the comfort of his dreams.
#haikyuu#yamaguchi tadashi#kuroo tetsurou#oikawa tooru#terushima yuuji#yamaguchi tadashi x terushima yuuji#mxmxmxm#smut#tsukishima kei#fanfic#gay#no x reader#no y/n#ongoing#fluff#hurt/comfort#clubbing
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Tagged for this ao3 year recap by my bestie @unacaritafeliz thank you rae !! Sorry it took me forever :P
Most Popular Fic
By both Kudos and Hits (and to my surprise technically posted in 2022) its ‘Sugawara’s genius foolproof matchmaking masterplan: Mistletoe Edition’ ! Which makes sense as it’s the one with every pairing under the sun in it :,) My second ever Haikyuu fic !! Though I’ve come a long way with my writing and characterisation over this year I am still proud of this one and all the Karasuno Shenanigans it contains hehe
Favourite Fic
Man is it conceited to say it’s SO hard to pick ?? I’ve had so much fun writing for Haikyuu this year… I’m gonna cheat and say two because the first one is smut:
Grapes from the Vine - my first smut fic and the softest Ukatake I could muster (which is very soft) I am so proud of this I really got to lean into a more poetic writing style and it cemented my Takeda characterisation which I am SO happy with :,,)
No more time to waste - one of my fics for tsukkiyama week, which has my favourite, confident Tadashi and pathetic pining Tsukki, as well as all my Karasuno Kouhai who I had so much fun inventing !!!
Most Unexpected Fic
Probably ‘from the same cloth’ because it’s such a rarepair and such a far deviation from canon (most of my work stays largely canon-compliant) - Aone/Asahi royalty au for the royalty bang !! They are such a soft rarepair that I have gotten very attached to
Fics for Next Year
WIP fics I’m taking into the new year are:
keep me intact - t4t tskym childhood friends slowburn :,,) this fic is so close to my heart and I’m really enjoying it
Win My Heart! - Timeskip Kuroken ft Kodzuken Loving Their Friends and a very silly dating sim (a gift for @unacaritafeliz)
Fic I’ve started and hope to post this year is:
Hold on to Anything - Huge Tanaka-focussed Night in the Woods AU !! I am SO excited to share this massive project in October, wish me luck
Fics I next plan on writing
Other than the above WIPs, the next fic I’m planning to start (probably after keep me intact is finished) is:
Bokuto and Kuroo’s genius foolproof matchmaking masterplan: Tsukishima-kun Edition (working title lmao)
Tagging
@lilac-writes and @oloreandil !! Though I know it's not really seasonal any more! 😅
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I Kissed Someone (It was You)
I kissed someone (it was you)
by Mouchouaru
“Kageyama,” Hinata whines.
Look, it's the third time he asks the setter whether he prefers “truth” or “dare” in the span of ten minutes, the brunette dodging his question each time. They're second years who should be examples to their kouhais and this late in the evening, Hinata clearly has other things to do rather than beg the other. He could, like, get an answer.
Or : Hinata tries to play 'truth or dare' with Kageyama and discovers they're both soft for each other.
Words: 2085, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Haikyuu!!
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei, Yachi Hitoka
Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio
Additional Tags: Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Getting Together, Dare you kiss, Second Year Hinata Shouyou, Second Year Kageyama Tobio, Second Year Tsukishima Kei, Second Year Yachi Hitoka, Mentioned Yamaguchi Tadashi, Demisexual Hinata Shouyou, First Kiss
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41253054
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How rude! Don't let them get to you! Anyways what do you think your going to do with the TV?
#ask blog#kouhai and tadashi#ask!soft senpai#answered#fnf soft senpai#friday night funkin'#fnf soft mod#fnf senpai#fnf ask blog#send me asks#send me questions#magic tv#soft mod
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New Original Color Illustrations by Haruichi Furudate which will be displayed at the "Haikyu!! Original Art Exhibition" which is now scheduled for September 2020!
Sendai Venue: September 19th - October 25th
#HIS SJ UNIFORM#wp or nah?#hinata teaching his kouhai#yamaguchi as captain#THIRD YEAR KARASUNO#haikyuu!!#oikawa tooru#hinata shouyou#tsukishima kei#yamaguchi tadashi#yachi hitoka#500
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😭😭😭 CAPTAIN YAMAGUCHI CONFIRMED??? 😭😭😭
#haikyuu!! spoilers#hq spoilers#yamaguchi tadashi#haikyuu!!#hinata shouyou#kageyama tobio#tsukishima kei#:') y'all dont touch me look how grown they are#this reminds me of the panel of noya and tanaka saying their senpais have broad backs#i'm sure their kouhai look at them the same way :')#my posts ///#before u bring up the captians mark daichi doesnt have one so 👀👀👀
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Tanaka + kouhais, congrats on 50 followers
Got a little carried away hehe. here ya go leo!Word Count: 1244---
“Tanaka-senpai?” Hinata began, face pinched in what Ryuu could only guess was whatever deep thoughts plagued Hinata’s mind.
“Yeah?”
“Do you think that… Oh, it’s probably stupid. Nevermind.” Hinata looked down at the ground, his whole body drooping with it.
“Course not! If it’s buggin’ ya, it’s probably pretty important. Besides, even if it is stupid, I’ll still listen anyway.” Ryuu smiled, face-splitting and genuine.
“Um, it’s just that… Well, Bakeyama always gets so many confessions! Stingyshima too! And they always say no! But because they’re tall and a little bit attractive, the girls still all fawn over them!”
“I know what you mean, little man,” Ryuu said, closing his eyes as he placed a hand over his chest. Over-the-top, sure, but it wasn’t like Ryuu was exactly trying to be.
“No way! You’re so cool! You’re the future ace! I bet you get confessions all the time!” Hinata eagerly matched Ryuu’s enthusiasm, swinging his arms wildly around.
“I wish. Bald guys aren’t exactly the top of anybody’s list…”
“Your hair is so cool! Like, BAM!!” Hinata insisted, smoothing his wild orange hair down as best as he could. “Besides, Stingyshima’s hair is only a little longer than yours.”
“I guess that’s true. Well, anyway, this is about you! Don’t worry about how much attention you’re getting from the girls. You and Yachi are super close, right? What matters is the depth of your relationship, not how many you have. One genuine friend is way better than a hundred confessions!”
“You’re so wise Tanaka-senpai!” Hinata cheered.
“Well of course I am! Call me senpai again!”
“Tanaka-senpai!”
“Hell yeah! Popsicles after practice!”
“Woo! Tanaka-senpai is the best!”
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Tsukishima didn’t normally do things like this. It was jarring to see him, mild flush on his cheeks, bowing out of politeness, especially for Ryuu. Sure, the two occasionally got along, but mostly when there was a more irritating target for them to verbally harass. Most days saw the blond beanpole mocking Ryuu for his enthusiasm.
“Tanaka… senpai,” Tsukishima said, lifting from his bow. “I would… like to go to Sakanoshita after practice. As thanks for helping me with my blocks.”
Ryuu could cry. He felt the tears welling up in his eyes, furiously rubbing at them so as not to start bawling in front of his… well, ‘adorable kouhai’ didn’t quite match the one-hundred-ninety-centimeter salt shaker before him, but Tsukishima at least looked nicer when he wasn’t insulting everyone within a thirty-foot radius.
“Hell yeah, Tsukishima!” Ryuu exclaimed, reigning in the overwhelming flood of emotions. The other boy flinched, a scowl briefly crossing his features.
“Try not to yell,” Tsukishima said, though he sounded incredibly doubtful as to whether Ryuu could manage that.
“Sure thing!” Ryuu said, flashing a thumbs-up.
Despite agreeing to be quiet, Ryuu was quite loud as he led the blond down to the shop, talking animatedly about how much the other boy had improved in blocks. Tsukishima didn’t say much of anything, though his ears were tipped with pink the whole time Ryuu complimented him.
When they finally reached Sakanoshita, Ryuu bought him a popsicle despite his protests.
“I’m supposed to be showing my appreciation,” Tsukishima said, still holding his wallet open. Ryuu waved him off.
“A good senpai always pays! Don’t worry about it all.”
“Whatever. Thank you,” Tsukishima said, not quite looking at Ryuu when he said it. Maybe ‘adorable’ didn’t quite fit Tsukishima, but Ryuu might settle for endearing, or at the very least, tolerable, when he tried.
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Kageyama quietly studied his hands on the bench, expression unnecessarily intense like it tended to be. Ryuu jogged over to him, clapping him on the back probably too harshly.
“Wow Kageyama, ya tryna burn a hole through your hands?” Kageyama startled briefly, looking up at Ryuu instead of his hands.
“What? No, of course not. I couldn’t play volleyball if that happened.” Ryuu could tell by the furrow of his brows that Kageyama was being genuine.
“That’s not— You know what, nevermind. Why are you lookin’ at your hands?”
“I have a hangnail. It’s really bothersome.” He was back to looking at his hands, and Ryuu noticed that his middle finger passed over his index a few times, likely pulling at the hangnail.
Ryuu sighed. “Just put some tape over it if it’s botherin’ ya.”
“Why would I do that? It’s just gonna make tossing the ball even harder.”
“Its tape! You can’t possibly notice that much of a difference!”
“I can,” Kageyama insisted.
“Fine. What can I do to help?”
“I didn’t ask for help,” Kageyama said.
“I’m offerin’, goober. Is there anything you need help with?”
“Well, if you could, I’d appreciate it if you told Tsukishima to stop half-assing his jumps. He doesn’t listen to me.”
“And you think he’ll listen to me?”
“Um. Maybe not.”
Ryuu shook his head. “Besides, I was offering help with your hangnail problem.”
“Oh. Well, you can’t help with that. Just gotta wait until it goes away.”
“Maybe if you called me your favorite senpai, you’d feel better,” Ryuu said.
“Sugawara said I could only call him my favorite.”
“What?! Jeez, say it anyway!”
“Alright. Tanaka, you’re my favorite senpai.”
“Woo! Do you want a popsicle after practice?”
“Sugawara alre—”
“Damn you Suga!” Ryuu yelled, pushing up his sleeve as he turned to face the silver-haired setter.
Sugawara just snickered, hiding his smirk very poorly behind his hand. “Sorry, Tanaka. Looks like I’m the better senpai today,” he said, winking. Ryuu was going to aim a spike right for the stupid mole under his eye.
“Get back to practice!” Daichi yelled, and the other boys jumped up quickly, returning to the court to avoid Daichi’s wrath.
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Yamaguchi’s tenacity was admirable. Ryuu knew he practiced serves more often than anyone else at practice, eyes uncharacteristically intense and focused. He also knew it took quite a bit to put up with Tsukishima as often as he did, though it was possible Yamaguchi actually liked the bastard so he didn’t mind as much as everyone else on the team did.
“Yama-yama! Aren’t you tired of practicing?” Ryuu asked, already beginning to toss the stray volleyballs from his practice into the cart.
“Oh, is it already time to go?” Yamaguchi asked, gripping the ball a bit tighter.
“Well, I’m closing up tonight, so I’ll hang around if you wanna stay a bit later. I’ve got nowhere to be.” Not exactly true, as he had a project he really ought to get started on due next week.
“Only if it’s not a bother.”
“Just help me clean up after and you’re all good!”
Yamaguchi nodded resolutely before turning back to the net, breathing in deeply to regain his focus.
Ryuu continued cleaning up while Yamaguchi practiced, whistling to himself cheerily to help the time go by faster. He was just pulling the brooms out of the closet when Yamaguchi shouted.
“Woo! I got it! Tanaka-senpai! I hit all the bottles!”
Ryuu peeked curiously past Yamaguchi to see all the water bottles knocked on their side.
“Damn, you’re crazy! I don’t even think that pretty boy from Seijoh’s got that kind of accuracy!”
Yamaguchi flushed bright red at that. “That’s way too much! I’m not even close to Oikawa’s ability!”
“Hell yeah, you are! Do you want a popsicle from your coolest senpai ever to celebrate?”
“I don’t want to impose—”
“No worries at all! My treat!”
“Are you sure?”
“Totally! Gotta keep Karasuno’s number one pinch server happy!”
“Tanaka,” Yamaguchi groaned, hiding his face in his hands.
“Hahaha! Let’s hurry and clean up so we can go!”
“Okay,” Yamaguchi said, before starting to the other side of the court to begin picking up the volleyballs he’d sent over.
Yamaguchi made sure to thank Ryuu profusely for letting him stay at the gym, and later, for buying him a popsicle despite it being the only one left. Ryuu wasn’t even all that upset when he didn’t get to have one, much too preoccupied with just how happy Yamaguchi seemed to be at the small gesture.
“You’re a really great senpai, Tanaka,” Yamaguchi said, quiet enough to barely be heard. Ryuu doubted he’d ever go a full day without crying about how incredible his kouhai were.
“W-wait! Don’t cry, Tanaka-senpai!”
“I’m just so happy! You’re the best!”
#tanaka ryuunosuke#hinata shouyou#tsukkishima kei#kageyama tobio#yamaguchi tadashi#dais writes#writing ask#i tried really hard to capture just how amazing tanaka is#hes so cool and deserves the world and his kouhai are trying very hard to be good#well...most of them are trying#tsukkis still a bastard but he can *sometimes* be nice
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Hyper Projection Engeki Haikyuu - Winners and Losers
Yamaguchi apologizes for failing his serve, but Daichi simply tells him he’ll get it next time.
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Please do not repost my translations or my gifs
#video#engeki haikyuu#hq stage#hyper projection engeki haikyuu#winners and losers#yamaguchi tadashi#karasuno#sawamura daichi#CAPTAIN WE LOVE YOU#YOU'RE SO GOOD TO YOUR KOUHAI#I also like Tsukki standing off to the side like#he wanted to say something but daichi beat him to it#and ennoshita's like#i saw that#i know#i need to look at the full-stage version actually#because i distinctly remember Tsukki moving to say something but he was too far stage left so Daichi started talking first
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karasuno has 4 first years split up and take all 4 of them then run, they can't catch all of you
good plan. nothing could possibly go wrong with this plan
#kouhai wars continued#increase the senpai#the karasuno senpai are being activated one by one#what a party#this is not good for the economy#slow down children#play nice and stay safe#thanks for the suggestion!!#I hope you have a wonderful day!!#take care!!#ask#anon#start#this is so dumb I#ok#kuroo tetsurou#bokuto koutarou#tsukishima kei#yamaguchi tadashi#and others#karasuno
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Karasuno Boys with a Taller Girlfriend
For reference you are 190.4cm (about 6′3)
Tsukishima Kei
Tsukishima hates the fact that he’s shorter than you but he loves you too much to tell you that
When you gets self conscious about her height he feels bad inwardly because he may or may not have felt that way before
The height difference isn’t that much but your height is not something he cares about in a person
“Its a good thing you’re tall. If you where a shrimp like Hinata I’d just lose you all the time.”
Secretly wants to be cradled by you
Asahi Azumane
HE was scared of YOU
But only because he didn’t want to hurt your feelings when he commented on how tall you where
“I didn’t know girls could grow this tall.” he had said passively
When you drooped the poor baby started to cry
He sticks up for you when girls say that you’re a freak for being to tall
Asahi can’t bring you around Noya because Noya likes to climb the both of you like a monkey climbs a tree.
Kageyama Tobio
Forgets that you’re tall sometimes
Like how??? You’re taller than him by a good inch or two??
“You drank milk as a child. You drink milk now. You’re taller than the boke. How do I not like you?
Makes you throw him sets
Makes you practice recieves with him
Tells Daichi to tell Michimiya that you’re amazing at serves and blocks and that you should totally be on the girls team
Update you’re now on the girls team as a middle blocker
Yamaguchi Tadashi
WAS 100% AFRAID OF YOU
You confessed to him
At first he thought it was a joke but when you told him that it wasn’t a joke and you were just tall he felt so bad that he started to cry
You both cried a lot and then he asked if you wanted to go to the convenience store after school
Yamaguchi is a lot shorter than you but it’s fine
But he’s accidentally calls you Tsuki all the time because you look exactly like him
Tsukishima once asked you to dye your hair so that Yamaguchi would stop confusing the two of you and you did
Then Yamaguchi called you Asahi because you dyed your hair brown
Your height and hair colors confuse him
Tanaka Ryūnosuke
DOES NOT CARE THAT YOU’RE TALLER THAN HIM!
Loves you anyway because you cheer him on during practice and his games
Lets you sleep on his shoulder
Gives you his jacket even though it really doesn’t fit
Lets you sit in his lap by manspreading a bit and sitting on the floor
Daichi Sawamura
It’s canon that he’s a little discouraged about his kouhai’s being taller than him
He might forget that you’re taller and go to lean on your shoulder and then falls
Has tried to carry you bridal style
Has failed to carry you bridal style
Also another one who secretly loves being cradeled
HE’S AT THE RIGHT HEIGHT TO LAY HIS HEAD IN YOUR BOOBS THO SO-
Holds your hand. A LOT
Blushy blushy blushy boi
Sugawara Koushi
Like Yamaguchi he also thought this was a joke
But secretly you’re height makes you look like an angel to him
Takes you on all the dates
Wants to take selfies all the time but baby can’t reach
Has a whole photo wall in his room of your photos together!
You helped him hang them up!
He tells you that you’re the star of the Christmas tree
You laughed so hard at that which made him blush in embarrassment
Hinata Shōyō
He is so jealous of you’re height difference and always asks you to sit so he can look down at you
He likes to stand on chairs around you so he can give you forehead kisses
When he’s tired he lets you carry him piggy-back but only after everyone else has left so no one makes fun of him
Likes to go on bike rides with you but he has to work harder to keep up with you
Sometimes Hinata will surprise you by taking a running start and using his volley ball jump to give you a kiss on your lips but the last time he did it, you both smacked your heads together
Nishinoya Yuu
Monkey monkey monkey man
No seriously he loves climbing all over you
He loves being cradled
Even though people make fun of your height difference he has bit someone because they called you a freak of nature
BARK BARK BARK BARK
He picks you up every day before class and walks you home because he’s gotta protect you from what I have no idea
#daichi sawamura#daichi headcanons#sugawara koushi#sugawara headcanon#asahi azumane#asahi headcanons#tanaka ryuunosuke#tanaka headcanons#nishinoya yuu#nishinoya headcanons#kageyama tobio#kageyama headcanons#tsukishima kei#Tsukishima Headcanons#hinata headcanons#hinata shoyo#yamaguchi tadashi#yamaguchi headcanons#haikyuu!!#headcanons#cute octopus writing
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Sexuality HC
☞ i have so many headcanons for the haikyuu boys’ sexualities, so i figured i’d share them :) (remember, these are just my opinions!)
☽ character hc for : tadashi yamaguchi
☽ characters mentioned : tsukishima kei, yuu nishinoya, tanaka ryunosuke, kiyoko shimizu, hinata shoyo, kageyama tobio
☽ ship mentions : tadashi yamaguchi x yuuji terushima (my ultimate rarepair)
☞ this is just a bunch of random ideas thrown together bc my brain just spits out stuff i like to call my ✨adhd thoughts✨
okay so growing up, yams just had so much love for everybody and was a shy lil babie
when he and tsukki became friends, they never really talked about girls bc tsukki was never interested and since tsukki wasn’t interested, yams never really thought about it
when he met Noya and Tanaka, he was confused as to why they swooned over Kiyoko so much-after all, she didn’t really talk that much so how could they know what she was like?
one day in the locker room tanaka is just gushing his heart out about Kiyoko, and he turns to Yams and is like “Isn’t she just the greatest girl in the world?” And Yams just freezes up bc yea, i mean, Kiyoko is pretty but, what is she like? So he just says “Sure” and goes along with it but ends up confused
after that he starts looking at Kiyoko more, trying to see what they see, but he still just doesn’t understand. ‘I guess she is very nice. And comforting, and she cares for the team. I can see how they like her now’
another time in the locker room they’re talking about this random first year girl and Tanaka is like “Why don’t any of my kouhai’s go for her? She’s smokin’ hot” and all Yams could think was ‘She has the same personality has a wet paper bag.’
in their 2nd year, he gets a crush on Teru after they run into each other at another tournament. Tsukki confronts him about it and is like “You like a guy so... are you gay?” And Yams never even thought about the fact that Teru was a guy. He just... liked him. So he’s like “Um....I guess?”
so this leads to more confusion and Yams searching “how do you know you’re gay” into google and the articles just don’t sit right with him; he’s not attracted to JUST boys, he did like a girl in elementary. But Teru was a boy, but he didnt like him bc he was a boy. He just did.
after going through like the 30th article almost giving up until he sees one little sentence “Am I gay or am I Pansexual?” And he clicks on it and reads and SUDDENLY EVERYTHING MAKES SENSE
so he calls Teru at like 3 in the morning and as soon as he answers Yams is like “IM PANSEXUAL” and Teru’s like “Yea? Congradulations, look i love you, but it’s 3am so we’ll celebrate later” and hangs up and neither of them fully realize what he just said until they hang up
3rd year rolls around and all of the guys are in the locker room once again and they’re talking about relationships and Hinata is freaking out bc he doesnt know the first thing about them and so he asks Yams how he got someone so attractive and he’s just like “Uh I never really care about looks, so I was never worried about whether i was going to date someone hot or not” and they all just gape at him like
and so they ask about his sexuality and they all just start talking about their own stuff and Yams just says “I mean if I had to put a label on me I’d say I’m pan, but like I get to love whoever like why are you so worried about this-“ and the rest of them are just in their own panic and Yams is the calmest one in the room for the first time in forever and thats enough to make anyone shooketh
They call Teru right then and there to ask him about his sexuality bc they’re all confused and he’s like “Umm I’m bi. Are we having a nice little sexuality talk rn? Jeez you guys are clueless” And he just sends an article to each one of the third years and Tsukki doesnt even look bc he knows what he is but Hinata and Kags just look at their phones and see “How to come to terms that you are homosexual” and just combust
Yams becomes the poster child for all of the teams sexuality crisis’ and he gladly helps everybody bc he knows what he felt like a year ago and wants to help everybody.
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Captain’s List of Firsts
Yamaguchi’s extra journal was picked up by another third year. There is no return address or phone number on the bottom right of the notebook for owner info. Surprisingly enough, you start to flip through the pages and land on the one clue that is a really cute manga image of you staring out of the window during college-prep number theory.
It’s been a month since the notebook makes it’s way to your hands. You don’t make it known to the rest of the student body you have a notebook filled with personal detail about a sports captain who may have confided on its lines the embarrassing lists they made in their free time. Some of them were really funny, like the first time a girl asked for his number, not his best friend since the second grade was on the list of the things to accomplish in first year. The next page was filled with various third year advises and well-wishes when they graduated in what you presume his second year. Then, you flip further through the thinning notebook to a pen-sketch of someone you recognize as ‘drop-dead gorgeous,’ and when you mouth out the kanji, you realize it’s a portrait of yourself staring out the window since your extra hair tie was on your right wrist and your pencil was tucked behind your left ear. You deduce the owner either was in your class, or at the very least, had an photogenic memory.
“What ya reading bestie?” A voice you recognized as your bet friend since middle school also attended your soon to be alma mater. Graduation for the third year class at Karasuno was already scheduled for the Sunday after the last round of finals. A majority of the clubs had also already filled the vacancies their third years would be leaving behind. Well, all except a handful of sports team. The volleyball team being among those ever since the third years from your first year stuck by their team to the point they were no longer deemed flightless. Your friends and their older siblings who went to other schools in the Miyagi Prefecture went to scope out a few of their games, hell, you were even dragged into going to one. You heard the team at Aoba Josai was really good, according to you overhearing one of the starting member of the team exclaiming that “Oikawa Tooru is the Grand King?! And he was your senpai??” right before lunch break was over.
Barring any other excuses, you finally cave and finally decide to see what the hype was about; and your were so damned glad you went. You notice there were a few first years on the team as well since you were in the classroom next to theirs in college prep. You were able to point out Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi, and the overly energetic Hinata Shoyo along with the ever charming enigma of Kageyama Tobio (your friend fills you in since they never stick to one social circle since they started high school). When you remember the coolest jump serve from your school’s side of the court being performed by the spear (with thick hair and gorgeous freckled skin).
“The notebook, again?” Your friend says perplexed by the way you hurriedly stash the journal back into your desk, paying no mind of the loose page that fell to the floor under the desk. “Look, don’t you think you should at least attempt to find the owner by now? What difference does it make when we graduate next week?”
You sigh nodding your friend was right.”It’s been a month since it was lost, Zee. I’m sure the author already moved on.”
Elsewhere on campus, in the gym, spare practice was finally underway. The passing of responsibilities for the third years to their second year counterparts was happening for the volleyball team. It was the last time Yamaguchi gets to inspire his team and he wrote a few drafts of his farewell speech, which made the managers cry, not out of sadness, but a little pride as well.
“I’m not ready to say good bye,” Yachi frowns. She is being hugged left right and center by her two kouhai who were inserting the co-manager jobs together. The last person to hug her was a few of the players whom she remained close to. Hinata and Kageyama were talking to the new wearers of their jersey numbers giving some last minute advices to “never strop learning,” and “don’t forget the strongest six stays on the court the longest.”
“Above all else,” Yamaguchi, who crosses his arms with an authoritative tone continues. “Remember to stand proud, because what else do you need but pride.”
His best friend, and one of the most talented read-blockers that year, chuckles.
Your friend was rounding the corner with a few snacks in their arms when the boys volleyball team files out only to hear the worried expletive of two members chat. Well, more like panically look for something.
“It’s probably at home, Yams,” one of the last first year members says to their captain who is still rummaging through his backpack. The first year was the one behind taking the photo that would serve as Hinata’s instant cure of homesickness when he makes the leap to learn beach volleyball.
“Y-hah-Yeah.”
“What’s so important about these notes anyways?”
Your friend dashes around the corner when the snacks hit the floor to text you the name of the person who owns the notebook. You were going to flip out if you knew, so before shortly after they hit send, you ponder about making a hand written sign to pin on the third year forum board. Unfortunately for your friend though, they bumped into the chest of one tall blonde kid.
“Oh shit,” they mutter. “Hi Tsukki-kun.”
Your phone vibrates in the bathroom closest to the roof access for the science wing. You ask your homeroom sensei if it’s ok to take a walk before finally settling down for the last couple of lessons for the day. Luckily, you had Takeda-sensei as your assigned homeroom teacher, so he was more understanding than most. You notice your friend’s name attached with the dancing envelope emoji.
“Volleyball club?”
You were confused by this text, however since you knew they were an avid fan of the sport versus your casual fan status, you deduce they were letting you know where they were hanging out. It didn’t really help your friend found a few members of the team kind of stupidly handsome. You just liked one of then versus your friend’s heart-eyes emoji whenever talking to the student athletes around campus.
“How much of that did you hear?” Tsukishima presses. Yamaguchi zips up his backpack and begins to walk toward the side of the hallway he hears his friend’s (and one acquaintance from the cheer squad) was coming from.
“Yams-kun lost his notebook,” they lie.
Their eyes were sort of telling their fellow third year the truth.
“You know where it is? I lost it about a month ago…?” Yamaguchi states, kind of bummed out about losing the best sketch he created out of the extra time left one morning before spring break.
“I, ugh, umm….Look! Nekoma’s new captain is outside the gates!”
Your friend makes a run for it to try and find you. Sometimes, they really wish they were better at fast getaways because the years of volleyball practice and conditioning training made both Tsukishima and Yamaguchi faster than before. Honestly, Yamaguchi wasn’t watching where he was going, and he literally tripped over a familiar pair of shoes, thus landing on top of you. You groan when your head collides with the waxed floor, Yamaguchi’s nose is pressed sharply against your sternum against something warm and soft. To the birds outside the window on the oak tree, it looked like Yamaguchi’s body was sleeping against yours, thankfully you learned how to take a tackle to the ground, but you weren’t expecting the person on top to cage you in. He hasn’t had a dive like that since the season wrapped up.
“Ow,” both of you groan.
Your friend doesn’t have time to go back and ask if you’re ok because currently, they found themselves in a wild sort of accidental kabedon with a scowling middle blocker.
“Oh my god. Oh my god,” Yamaguchi is the first to come to his senses, the rapid repetitive phrases was a by product of the embarrassing situation. He climbs off of you, helping you sit up once he’s back on his knees. Then he bows whole body and all begging on for you to forgive him.
“Yamaguchi,” you sort of laugh at his posture, but he still repeats his apology, thinking you didn’t hear him he first time. You thought it was kind of cute, a little weird, but cute. Your hand cards through his hair, and he pauses long enough to hear your voice dance in the air calling him by his first name.
“Tadashi-kun, you’re fine. I’m sure Tsukishima-kun is taking care of my friend too. Y’know how those two love to argue,” you scoff before seeing him peel himself off the full-body apology bow.
“You can make it up to me by helping me to my feet after you tell me why you three were running in the halls in the science wing,” you suggest. Yamaguchi rises to his feet first, then extending his hand toward you, which you take, the captain pulls you up.
“Ever read romance manga?” Yamaguchi asks, sort of shaking the awkwardness out of this situation.
“All the time. Why’d you ask?”
“No reason.”
You hum. You don’t mind nor bring up the fact that his hand is still wrapped around your palm, nor do you choose to acknowledge the butterflies the physicality of his warmth fills your stomach. If this is the most you’re going to talk to the captain of the boys’ volleyball team, you might as well test the waters to see if he could be trusted. Yamaguchi being the precious soul he is, passes your mini-test with flying colors.
“Well, since you did answer my inquires as well as you could, I suppose I can trust you with what I’m about to say,” you both have since separated from holding hands. You stick your hand in your school blazers.
“On the last week of March I found this notebook when I was cleaning this classroom…”
The end of the school day draws near and your teacher decides today to pair you up with one of the other cleaning students from across the hall. You’re half surprised in the serendipity of it being Yamaguchi today. The notebook is long forgotten in the empty and locked classroom when he cups your face to kiss you. You don’t stop him from pushing you against the wall next to the blackboard, caging you in, an arm of his supports him as he leans against you, the other, still rests against your jaw when he backs away to look at you. You are sort of coming down from cloud nine at the moment. His mischievous glinting eyes study your nervous features; he wants to kiss you again, only if you’re who he’s looking for. Trick answer: you were who Yamaguchi is looking for.
“I heard from Tsukki who had my notebook during lunch,” Yamaguchi’s hands trace over your bottom lip, chuckling at the guilty doe-eyes you give him. You were ratted out by your friends and when you begin to explain how you were going to return it, he shakes his head.
You stutter as you being to ramble about how you found it and where, then the sketch you found, amongst other things.
“Sweetness, I’m not upset. Actually I’m glad you’re the one who found it…” his lips are warm against your forehead when he gives you a peck there.
“I’m glad,” you smile at him. “I thought you’d be mad.”
“At you? Never,” his voice is calm. You kiss the corner of his mouth. Yamaguchi smiles cordially when you kiss his jaw line.
“Tell me how far did you actually get into that notebook because I’m sure there are other things we could cross off right now.”
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phone numbers
pairing: hisashi kinoshita x reader
word count: 1.8k
genre: fluff
warnings: fem!reader, some cursing
“hitoka-chan, could you help me with the bottles please?” kiyoko asked while carrying two crates of empty bottles.
“r-right!” the blonde responded, taking two other crates of empty bottles.
the two managers were currently getting the gym ready for the practice match that was about to take place. this was the match that the team has been waiting for. another match against date tech. being formidable rivals for the karasuno volleyball team,this would be their last practice match before heading to spring nationals. the team had to make this count.
“is everyone warmed up? remember how tough they were as our opponents back at the preliminaries, and they are bound to be tougher now.” ukai’s words reverberated through the gym while some of the members were just finishing their stretching.
“yeah, we are coach,” daichi confirmed, a chorus of agreement resounding after.
“you know kinoshita, you should be ready,” ennoshita commented.” “coach might sub you in to serve.”
“what? no way,” the light-colored brunette scoffed in disbelief, “if he needed a good pinch server, suga or tadashi would be a better choice.”
“you know kinoshita, have more confidence in your serving. you have enough confidence to shit talk us, so why not project that into serving?” tanaka gruffly added as he swung his arm around the now startled kinoshita.
“yeah! even i haven’t been able to pick up some of your serves hisashi,” nishinoya chimed in as he walked up to them.
“alright, alright, i get it, shut up now,” kinoshita grumbled in defeat as he pushed tanaka off him. laughter ensued until they heard hinata shout, “they’re here!”
the date tech volleyball team walked into the gym, including their two managers.
“mai-senpai, y/n-chan do you need help with that?” koganegawa asked while shuffling back and forth.
“for the last time koganegawa, i am in the same grade as you!” you shouted at the tall setter.
“right, right, sorr- SHOYO!! TSUKI!!” his attention immediately snapped to the two players as soon as he spotted them in the gym, taking off after the two and abandoning your conversation..
“and you’re telling me i’m the one that can calm him down, captain?” you pointedly looked over at futakuchi with a raised eyebrow.
“you've accomplished more than most of us y/n-chan,” he responded, cruelly mimicking what koganegawa had addressed you as.
sighing, you make your way inside and help set everything down. afterward, you walked to where the managers and coaches for the karasuno team were and thanked them for having your team over. before making your way back to your team, you waved towards a group of players on the other team.
“flirting with the opponents, y/n?” the libero of your team, sakunami teased when you returned with their filled water bottles.
“oh, shut up,” you scowled as a familiar blush creeped sneakily onto your face.
“oh i know you aren’t hiding something from your best friend,” he continued, carrying emphasis on the last few words. “is it still the number seven from karasuno?”
“yeah, and if it is?” you asked while walking ahead, not caring if you left sakunami behind.
“nothing, it’s cute. just don’t let the captain know.”
“yeah, i know. okay, i’m leaving you for aone-san now.”
“should've known.” he laughed as you walked away. “get his number!” he yelled as you waved him off, already knowing the answer after all.
“here they are,” ennoshita sighed, knowing this would be an exhausting yet beneficial day.
“the pretty managers! wait, no! kiyoko we’re sorry!” tanaka and nishinoya cried in unison when they noticed kiyoko, falling to their knees almost comically.
“tanaka, nishinoya, get up. you guys have a game.” kiyoko walked past with her head held high without so much a glance their way..
“YES!”
“imbeciles, i tell you..” kinoshita sighed as he stretched his neck.
“you’re one to talk, kinoshita,” narita quickly rebutted.
“yeah if i recall, you were staring at the first-year manager,” ennoshita softly taunted as they slowly crept up on kinoshita.
“guys it's not that big of a deal; she’s just really pretty, t-that's all.”
“is my kouhai developing a crush?” sugawara sweetly chimed in as he walked up to the group. he had the intention of telling tanaka and noya to get up but stayed for the possibility of kinoshita liking someone.
“suga-san! it’s nothing like that..”
“oh, it so is! we saw how you were looking at her in the prelims.” sugawara pointing at him, almost as an accusation.
“okay okay, it is! i don’t even know her that well!” kinoshita said, putting his hands up at sugawara’s targeting accusation.
“ask for her number! or ask her on a date–actually, do both.” narita encouraged.
“oh wait, don’t tell me you’re scared or something?” ennoshita mocked further, setting no end to their ridicule.
“oh shut up! i don’t need you guys telling me something i was already going to do!” he yelled at the pair that was laughing, which soon ceased when he started pinching their arms.
“ow ow ow! we get it! sugawara-san!”
“not my turf boys,” he said as walked away from the second years.
“sugawara-san get back here!” kinoshita shouted to the gray-haired setter.
“you can’t do this to your mother, young man!”
“suga what-“
“kinoshita!” daichi yelled.
“sorry!” he shouted back while making his way back to the second years.
the certain manager he had been looking at had gone to talk to the managers and coaches. by the time he got back, the rest of the second years went back to talking, with the occasional teasing. he turned to face forward where she was walking by. she stopped for a second to wave at them and then keep walking. kinoshita’s face turned pink at the cheeks, so the teasing intensified.
the matches had started, you were standing with the players on your team, watching the players currently on the court. even though you were concentrated on the ongoing match, your eyes couldn’t help but wander over where the player wearing the yellow number seven vest was. of course, sakunami would always call you out on it to which you would slap him.
on the 8th set, karasuno’ some team had decided to call in a pinch server. who you saw was the infamous number seven that had been on your mind for the past months. kinoshita served twice. the first scored one point, the other went out. you heard your coach say something along the lines of “we need to work on our receives.” you could only muster a small “yeah.”
back to karasuno’s side, before kinoshita went up to serve he had been looking away from coach ukai as if he knew he was going to call a server. to his dismay, he called him. he went up for his serves, scoring one and hitting one out. he walked back and ukai called him,
“kinoshita.”
“y-yes coach?”
“next time you hide from me, i’m making you sit next to me the whole time. otherwise good job.”
“right...thank you.”
after the matches, you hesitated for a second before walking up to karasuno’s number seven. he was drinking water and talking to his teammates.
“huh? where did y/n go?” futakuchi asked as he looked around, a towel on his neck.
“oh so she actually is going to,” sakunami said while stretching his wrists.
“what do you mean?” koganegawa asked.
“just watch,” is all sakunami said.
“dude, call me crazy but i think the manager is walking over here kinoshita,” ennoshita gasped quietly, voice dropping to a hush. he slightly nudged his friend forward, “well, now’s your chance.”
“ennoshita what the-“
“good luck!” narita shouted, giving his friend a thumbs up.
kinoshita made a mental reminder to kick the two later as he walked over to your figure.
“hey there, it’s nice to meet you,” he started. you had lost whatever nerves you had and responded,
“hi, it’s nice to meet you. you have a really good jump float serve by the way!”
“w-wait really? thank you,” he said while you hummed in response.
“well, my name’s kinoshita hisashi. this is sudden but could i have your number? possibly take you on a date? feel free to say no.”
“oh, wow that’s hilarious, i wanted to ask you that too. my name is y/n. y/n futak-“
“Y/N NO!”
“WHAT, KENJI WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO-“ you said snapping your head back
“NO-“
“y/n futakuchi. it’s nice to meet you kinoshita,” you said after letting out an exasperated sigh.
“nice to meet you to-“ he said before getting cut off.
“y/n futakuchi there will be no dating.”
“what the- yes there will.”
“no, listen to your older brother.”
“i will not.”
“this is disgraceful to the futakuchi name, to the date tech team, for heaven's sake! these are our rivals!” futakuchi screamed hysterically. the usually calm, collected and snarky captain was no more. the poor guy was trying to register someone dating his baby sister.
“bold of you to assume i care, nii-san.”
“no y/n you can’t-“
“aone-san! can i?” you called out to the tall blocker who had been talking, well more like listening to hinata. he took a second to assess the situation, looking at the futakuchi siblings and kinoshita. he gave you a nod and a thumbs up.
“thank you aone-san!” you had said with a smile to which he gave you a small one.
“y/n you can’t just ask aone-”
“but i just did.” you said turning towards kinoshita, “here’s my number,” you said while adding it onto his phone.
“no, you aren’t going on a date-“
“does saturday work for you?” kinoshita asked you to which you responded with a simple yes.
“well, you heard it there, futakuchi. guess she is going on a date on saturday.” kinoshita said with a sly smile.
“I WILL NOT- AONE LET ME GO!” futakuchi shouted while being dragged away by aone to the bus since it had been time to go back.
“i’ll text you,” you said while walking towards him, kissing his cheek, “i’m looking forward to saturday,” you said walking away winking at the blushing male, before making your way back to the bus where kenji was waiting to lecture you.
“KINOSHITA GOT A DATE-“ both nishinoya and tanaka yelled. tsukishima was laughing at the fact he had gotten a date with the captain of one of their rival teams.
“i’m almost positive date tech’s captain hates you now kinoshita,” sugawara added.
“all of our matches with date tech will be…interesting now,” narita said as he and ennoshita walked up to their friend.
yeah, all of their matches would be very interesting now, but he didn’t care. he was reminded of that with the vibration of his phone.
yeah, he was looking forward to saturday.
ending note: man i love kinoshita.
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Kouhai why are you so surprised someone called you cute?
I mean, have you looked in the mirror lately?~
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HELLO~ Loved your Tsukkie x Akiteru post - honestly never thought so much about them, but you made me fall in love with these brothers. 😳 BUt what are your thoughts about Kei & Tadashi or Suga & Kei OR Kei & Hinata / Kageyama??? 😥 Sorry for asking for sooo many guys at once, but ticklish!Tsukishima is just too cute~ I'm out...
gdjdjabfjdb i'm not even really a fan of ticklish!tsukki because i find him really complex and hard to write but with y'all talking about him my interest begins to spark :D so no problem, i'll happily do some hcs for you. and don't worry about asking so many things, i'm always happy to exchange thoughts :D
soooo let’s start with tsukki and yamaguchi because honestly, how couldn’t i? i’d say that yamaguchi is one of the very few people tsukishima is comfortable enough with to let them tickle him, around almost everyone else he’s like “if you touch me i’ll bite off your hand”, yeah, it’s complicated. but with yamaguchi it’s so easy for him to relax, he actually almost likes being tickled when it’s yamaguchi. but it’s always very gentle because neither of them wants to overwhelm the other - they just don’t have that type of friendship. buuut tsukishima can and will destroy yamaguchi if he feels like it and yamaguchi gives him a reason!
suga ... well, suga is one of the other very few people who are allowed to tickle tsukishima. not because tsukishima likes it tho, more because suga will not hesitate to break his jaw before he can even attempt to bite his senpai’s hand off. so he kinda has to bear with it but just like yamaguchi, suga is really gentle with tsukishima. sure, he thinks the kid could get kicked down a notch sometimes, but that’s not his job and he doesn’t want to make tsukishima hate him for abusing his weakness. so suga is the kind of guy to give reassuring tickles to his kouhai and he loves to cheer tsukishima up this way. he also never does it in front of anyone, only when they’re alone.
with hinata and kageyama it’s a WHOLE different story! i’m pretty sure hinata being ticklish became common knowledge in the team pretty much since he’s the kind of guy to just randomly start a tickle fight with nishinoya, or rather, to let nishinoya start a tickle fight with him. he’s just a walking spot of sensitivity and tsukishima takes advantage of that to make him shut up from time to time. hinata then ratted kageyama out by tickling him in front of the entire team rather quickly so tsukishima knew that they were ticklish long before they knew about him being ticklish. i also feel like they’d find out on accident? maybe hinata pokes him or something to get his attention and tsukishima wasn’t prepared so he let out a squeak and they immediately pounced on him because yes! finally! revenge! they’ll tickle him from time to time but suga always steps in before it can escalate.
hope you liked those, i’m really sorry it took so long!
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