#tsukishima hurt
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𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕥 𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕤
pairing // Tsukishima Kei x Reader
word count // 2.8k
tags // friends with benefits, pining, a little bit of angst, bit of dom/sub dynamic but very badly depicted, semi-public rooftop sex, use of petnames (princess), restraints (belt), edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, creampie
It’s ironic that we yearn for summer to come, yet when it finally arrives, it’s over in the blink of an eye. Perhaps good things aren’t meant to last long, perhaps that is exactly what makes them special.
And each summer spent with him was just that: long awaited, desired, special, yet awfully short lived.
Tsukishima works overseas, so he only ever comes back home around the end of June staying only until the end of August. It’s the only time he got off work, and he was more than happy to spend it back at home where his family and friends are. Where you are.
You weren’t dating or anything; you had been friends since highschool, but somehow through the years you ended up in this weird friends with benefits relationship that was in force only for the duration of these two short months. It’s fun and easy: no attachment, no feelings, and the sex is so good.
You find yourself excited and longing for him to come back home as soon as spring rolls around the corner. When the warm rays of sunshine on your skin remind you of his touch, and you count the days until he comes back. Summers with him are fun, colorful, different. Yet so short.
And once again, it’s the end of August—the last day of sunny weather and clear, starry nights. The final hours spent with him before he’s gone again.
You’re sitting on the rooftop, cold beer in hand, back pressed to his chest as his large hands wrap around your waist, his lips ever so gently brushing against your bare neck and shoulders.
“What are you thinking ‘bout?” His voice is so low and husky in your ear. He trails a single finger up the length of your arm, tapping your jaw lightly with it so you could look at him.
“About how at this time tomorrow, you won’t be here anymore…” You don’t mean to sound so needy or sad, but your voice cracks at the end and the feelings of uneasiness slip through. You avert your gaze back to the ground, quickly bringing the bottle of beer to your lips just so you can occupy yourself with something else. Just so you could play it off as not a big deal.
But Tsukishima knows you better than that. He cups your face and brings it close to his, nose brushing against yours in the seconds before his lips find yours, thumb gently tracing down your jaw. You can’t help but smile against his lips as you realize that this is a little gesture he always does when you feel anxious. And without failure, it always calms you down.
The taste of bitter beer mixes with the sweet taste of his tongue and you find it funny, thinking to yourself ah, how bittersweet. But the way he moves against you, the way his hands trail down your sides, sliding under your shirt… It distracts you from the fact he’s leaving soon. It fills your mind with a fog of pleasure, drowning out the tension and fear.
The night air is cool, yet his touch feels hot against your skin and before you can register it, he’s moving you to lay your back down on the concrete, his much larger body towering over yours. For a few seconds, he just looks into your eyes, and you struggle to read him. It’s funny how he can instantly tell the slightest shift in your mood apart, yet after so many years you still can’t read him, not even a little.
He brushes a few stray hairs away from your face and smiles down at you.
“You’re beautiful.”
It’s not the first time he’s said this, but it feels so different this time and you wonder why. His words feel like an inevitable end, like a final act of kindness of some sorts, yet his lips are trailing soft little kisses down your chest which pull you away from the thought. It takes Tsukishima no time to get you out of your tank top, hands following the shape of your hips and waist, sliding up to brush his thumb against your nipple.
His hands never leave your body, they hold you tightly as his tongue explores your breasts, eliciting a tiny whimper from you. His knee is right between your legs, so close to you, you just can’t help but lift your hips up a little so you can grind on his thigh. He’s barely started, but you’re already so needy, your fingers cradle through his blond locks and tug slightly when his hands get close to where you need him the most.
You watch as he takes his belt off, wrapping it around your wrists. It’s not tight, but it’s enough to keep you in place as he works his way down your body, lips kissing at the hem of your shorts, thumb pressing into your clothed pussy. You still can’t help but feel as if something feels a little off tonight, but the way his every touch lights your skin on fire doesn’t allow you to ponder too long over it.
It’s not long before all your clothes are discarded, and you’re laying completely naked under the stars while he’s still fully clothed, the only missing part of his outfit being the sweater you’re currently laying on, and the belt around your wrists. His hand runs down the middle of your chest and over your belly sliding down your core where his fingers brush against your slick folds.
“It’s still summer, people sleep with their windows open. You better keep quiet.” He smiles as he tells you this, a single digit pushing past your entrance at an excruciatingly slow pace. It’s a single finger, but it’s enough to take your breath away and make you mewl under his touch.
While he pumps his index finger in and out of your pussy, his thumb is softly circling your clit—not enough pressure to tighten the cord in your belly, but not soft enough to make the tension go away. Your walls pulsate against his finger, and your cunt drools, the quiet of the summer night filled with the obscene squelching noise.
“So fucking needy, look at you, so wet over a single finger. Does it feel good, princess?”
“Tsukki... Please, I need more…”
He doesn’t bother responding, simply chuckles and positions himself between your thighs, eyes swallowing up the view of your slick already dripping down onto his sweater. He keeps the slow torturous pace for what feels like forever, but he’s so close you can feel his hot breath on your pussy. The tiniest change of his motion, of his breathing, affects you and it makes you clench around him.
By the time tears of frustration start pooling in your eyes, he finally adds a second digit. It stretches you out pleasantly, and, quite frankly, two of his fingers are more than enough to drive you mad. Even with the additional finger, he doesn’t increase the pace—he keeps you right there, on the edge of insanity, marvelling at the way your body tenses, your thighs shake. Every spasm of your walls, every flutter of your eyelashes, every half-muffled moan of his name—it all belongs to him right now.
You’ve been begging for him to change the tempo, to speed up, but when he does you regret your words. His fingers curl inside you, fingertips grazing over your sweet spot, it’s faster now and the tension inside you builds up like a tidal wave, and just when it’s about to crash over you his fingers still.
He kisses your thighs, blowing hot puffs of air over your clit and giving it a soft kiss while he waits for you to calm down, just so he can do the same thing all over again.
“Am I not giving you what you want, princess?” You can’t even form the words, you just shake your head, fat tears rolling down your face as you struggle to keep your eyes on his. Another devilish smile and he leans down to lick one of your tears away.
“You know I like it when you cry for me.” And once again, even though it’s something he’s said to you before, it feels utterly different this time. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but the words leave a sour taste in your mouth and more tears well in your eyes.
“Wanna cum?” There’s a lilt to his voice, like he’s having fun, like he doesn’t already know how badly you need a release.
You nod frantically, please, please. His head dips between your thighs again and his mouth latches onto your clit, tongue working over your sensitive nub while his fingers finally pick up the pace.
When your orgasm comes it is violent. You forget to be quiet, you forget where you are, everything turns dark, and your body shakes with the force of your release. It fills your lungs and brain with pleasure that courses through your body like poison, and every subsequent stroke of his tongue over your clit is a jolt of electricity travelling up your spine.
“Stop, stop, Tsukki, too much, please,” you beg.
You try to wiggle away from him, but he’s much larger than you, stronger. His arms wrap around your thighs, and his hands press down on your belly, and you know you won’t be able to escape. His lips and tongue move relentlessly against your pussy, it’s sloppy and the sounds are obscene, mixing with his own grunts of pleasure. You steal a glance at him and you observe how his biceps flex when you try to move away, you see his gaze burning into yours, pupils blown wide with lust, and you almost see the desperation in his eyes. The pure unadulterated excitement of what’s to come.
A few more expert strokes of his tongue, and you’re coming undone for him again, pulling on the restraints around your wrists as the world turns black again. It’s not as violent as your first orgasm, but it lasts so much longer, like time stretches for the sole purpose of pleasure. Your chest is heaving as you try to calm yourself down, and your eyes are closed shut because everything just feels too much.
Even without opening your eyes, you can feel him shift above you, hands once again touching you softly, with care and admiration. You can feel the cool breeze on your skin contrasting with the hotness of his every touch. He wipes away the damp hairs from your forehead and places a gentle kiss there, holding it moments longer than the usual which makes you finally open your eyes.
There he is: on the black canvas of the night August sky, littered with stars that were the only witness of your time together. In this moment, the rest of the world fades away, and you find yourself entranced by the way the moon shines bright behind him, the light creating a halo over his head. Your eyes follow and trace the lines of his face—his sharp jawline, his neck, broad shoulders littered with tiny freckles. The scent of soap, aftershave, and sweat carries in the air, but it doesn’t repulse you. He smells like home.
You finally match his gaze, and he’s looking back at you as if he’s seeing you for the first time in his life: golden orbs peering back at you with astonishment, with desire, and perhaps a tinge of hope. His eyes don’t leave yours as he gulps rather nervously, licking his lips.
“I’m being relocated at work.”
It’s so quiet, you can hear the exact moment your heart stops beating. You can pinpoint to a millisecond the exact moment where your world shatters and the gears in your head go in full overdrive. What does this mean?
Is this why he’s been so weird tonight, why everything felt just slightly different? Perhaps he won’t be able to come home anymore for the summer, perhaps… this wasn’t the last time you’re with him this year. Perhaps, it’s simply the last time.
You don’t even realize there is a fresh set of tears rolling down your cheeks until his thumb brushes them away.
Time stands painfully still.
“I’m coming back home.”
The tiny gasp that escapes you is swallowed by his lips. He’s never kissed you like this before, with so much need and desperation. One of his hands is at the back of your head, fingers cradling through your hair as he holds you impossibly close and deepens the kiss even more, as if the tiniest gap between you will be too much. His other free hand is quickly undoing the belt around your wrists.
Finally, just as your lungs are about to collapse from the intensity of the kiss, he pulls away. You want to say something, anything, but the words get stuck in your throat and you’re left staring up at him with big doe eyes, lashes still wet from the tears.
“I don’t have to leave anymore. I don’t have to wait for summer to see you.”
He smiles, and his eyes shine like little suns in the dead of night. You place your hand on his cheek and trail it down his neck as if to make sure this is real, he is real.
“Tsukki—”
“Be mine.”
All the unspoken words, all the feelings bottled up inside you finally break free as your heart hammers against your ribcage. Now it’s your turn to hold him impossibly tight and close as you bury your face in the crook of his neck, whispering barely coherent sentences about how you’ve always been his. Most of the words get lost between sobs, but he knows, he understands and there is a blooming warmth inside his chest.
Somewhere between sobs you find his lips again, and everything feels different, warmer somehow. Even though it’s late into the night, you can see clearly. The mess of limbs and moans, his fingers tangled in your hair as you struggle to take him out of his clothes. It’s rushed, it’s chaos, but your heart feels like it’s soaring.
When you’re both finally naked under the moon, he places you in his lap, cock slipping between your slick folds as you rock your hips against his in a rhythm only you two could hear. The cicadas in the distance serenade you.
You’ve been together for years, you’ve had sex many times, yet it feels much more intense now. Every touch ignites a fire on your skin, every time his fat cock rubs against your clit you can practically see the gates of heaven.
He looks into your eyes as you finally begin to sink down on his cock, now wet and covered in your arousal, and you hold onto his shoulders for support. He’s big and thick and every vein and ripple on his cock makes your mind reel, until the tip of his cock finally bumps against your cervix and your mind stills.
He takes it slow, moving your hips to his desired rhythm, hands burning hot on your sides as he guides you and whispers in your ear how long he’s wanted this. How long he’s waited for this not to be just a summer fling, no strings attached. He praises you and repeats over and over again how fucking beautiful you are, how perfect. And while his face is hidden in your neck you can tell by the strain in his voice how much emotion and vulnerability he’s actually showing you right now.
You cup his face and force him to look at you as your hips pick up the speed, angling themselves as you bounce up and down on his cock. Tears are welling up in your eyes again but you smile at him.
“I love you, Tsukki.” And you can see it, the shift in his eyes, the way they mellow out and turn to golden honey, the way his feelings shine behind his irises, so vivid and beautiful, so intense.
You can feel the tension building up inside you, and it’s the next words he whispers to you that finally make it snap.
“I love you too.”
His hips move up urgently against yours, meeting you halfway as he thrusts inside you, completely losing himself to the feeling. The silence of the night is filled with the sound of skin on skin, the wet squelching of your cunt as he slams his cock inside you, pressing you close to himself but never breaking eye contact. There’s so much feeling in his eyes, so much promise.
You both cross the edge almost at the same time, your velvety walls spasming and pulsating around his cock which immediately sends him over the edge too, balls tightening and emptying themselves deep inside you. You can feel every twitch of his dick inside you and you close your eyes blissfully, pressing your forehead against his.
You listen to the sounds of your ragged breathing slowly coming back into rhythm as the cicadas continue their song, and you know…
Love like this is a promise for eternal summer.
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Heeello, idk if u take requests but i hope u do!!
i want a tsukishima kei × fem!reader, i want his reaction on the reader hugging him suddenly without saying anything and the reader doesn't pull away from the hug (aka gives him a long hug)[It’s like the reader wants a “healing hug” bc she’s going through something so she needs a hug]
How will tsukki react and how will he comfort her?
Please NO TIMESKIP
Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff
✩★✩ a/n: yes!! i've never done a request before so please bear with me, but I had a lot of fun writing this and hope this lived up to your expectations!
p.s. it was not supposed to be this long, but i'm a fiend for context and backstory—and i may have gotten a little carried away, so... sorry lol
ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗨𝗚 ★
wc: 1.7k
you and tsukishima were undeniably academic rivals. it was nothing too serious, but there was definitely some gloating and teasing in your relationship.
you guys spent the first year of high school competing against each other, trying to see who could get the higher test score or answer the most in-class questions correctly. even though you two didn’t talk much outside of school, you had personally grown fond of whatever relationship it was that you and he developed over the year.
of course, you knew that feeling was one-sided because tsukishima was exactly the kind of person to take the whole “rivalry” thing very seriously. to him, his pride was on the line. plus, the tsukishima kei would never deign to see you as anything more than a step on his climb to the top. to him, you were just competition.
for you, on the other hand, his opposition was just motivation to excel in school and be petty towards him. to boot, it was an acceptable distraction from all the shit you had to deal with at home—when the school day was over, and you had to go back to your parents who could never seem to stop arguing long enough to realize you existed.
after starting your second year and being upgraded to class 2-5, only to find tsukishima there again, you could feel yourself getting more serious about it. the more your home situation got worse, the more incentive you had to take it out on schoolwork—and tsukishima.
some days you'd be so cold to him that he could do nothing more than just stare at your retreating figure as he desperately tried to shove away the voice inside his head telling him to go after you. telling him that you didn't mean the harsh words you just spit out and that you actually want him around. his mind was in a constant tug of war, his resolve on one side and that stupid little voice on the other. nine times out of ten, his resolve won. until it didn't.
you had been unusually quiet all day; super distant and spaced out. on a usual bad day, you'd take out all your frustrations on your schoolwork, finishing the work in half the amount of time you were supposed to take before tackling the homework for that day and several other things. but when you walked into class that day, tsukishima knew it wasn't just a 'usual bad day.'
you had your head down on your desk the entire class, your closed eyes painting the entire world black. you didn't even bother looking at the work for that day, let alone doing it. you even ignored all the weird stares and the few people that tried asking if you were okay.
and when the lunch bell rang, you immediately walked out of class, leaving everything behind.
that was the day that the little voice in tsukishima's voice won the tug of war.
he glanced over at your desk and sighed, mentally slapping himself for what he was about to do next.
he walked over and picked up your bookbag and lunchbox before going on a manhunt for you all around school. he searched like a madman, asking everybody he knew if they'd seen you. it wasn't until the last few minutes of lunch that he finally found you on the roof of the auditorium.
tsukishima let the heavy iron doors close shut behind him while he approached you slowly. he could only see your back, your uniform skirt swaying in the chilly fall breeze as you perked up at the sound and tucked your head between your shoulders. he watched you raptly. you were shivering.
"yn?" his voice carried through the howling wind and the darkening clouds up ahead.
your breath left you sharply at the sound of the familiar voice. against your better judgment, you turned around to find tsukishima standing before you. he made sure to stay several feet away, just to give you space.
you swallowed down the tears even after seeing him with all your stuff, an uncharacteristically concerned look on his face. even after seeing the way his hair stuck to his forehead and his chest rose and fell with the effort of breathing after running up at least six flights of stairs—you kept it all together.
until the forbidden words came out: “are you okay?”
you stared at him with trembling lips, realizing only then that tsukishima was the only person who ever actually saw you. you always thought you were going crazy when you noticed him easing up his teasing the tiniest bit on the days he could tell that you were holding on by a single thread. or when you could feel his stare from across the classroom, trying to fight off the goosebumps that his calculating gaze brought to your skin.
but even after realizing that, you still tried to push him away, scrunching up your face and biting out a brusque "what do you care?"
tsukishima sighed, giving in to the urge to roll his eyes. "i wouldn't be here if i didn't, yn."
you clenched your jaw at his words, your resolve crumbling down on you like an avalanche.
before you knew it, your legs were moving on their own, closing the distance between you and the boy in front of you in a matter of seconds. it all happened so fast, he didn't even see it coming. when you crashed into his broad chest and your arms wrapped themselves around his waist, tsukishima stopped breathing.
he froze in place, his body tensing and his limbs seizing with the shock of your warm body suddenly colliding with his. he stood there uncomfortably, still with your lunchbox in one hand and your bag in the other. tsukishima didn’t know what to do—didn’t know what to say. he didn’t know the first thing about comforting a person, but when the sound of your soft sniffles reached his ears, his entire wall came crashing down.
he acted on instinct.
dropping both bags, he hesitantly brought a single arm around your shoulders. at first, it was just an awkward pat on your back; but upon noticing the way you cried even harder at his reciprocation, he slid his hand lower, letting it settle onto the small of your back.
the best he could do was pull you closer to him and wrap his other arm around you, his hand moving to caress the back of your head gently. tsukishima didn’t move a single step until you pulled away first, rather abruptly as if you came to your senses and realized what you were doing.
you let out a shaky breath, cringing, “i—im sorry, i didn’t mean—“
"don’t say you didn’t mean to do it," he cut you off, donning a slightly pained expression.
before you could even say anything else, tsukishima took off his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders. it was cold, and like the dumbass you are, (his words) you didn’t have one on. of course, he made sure to let you know that, scolding you for being careless and putting yourself at risk of catching a cold. and for not eating properly and not confiding in anybody about your problems. it was as if you didn't just have your face buried in his neck, staining his porcelain skin with your tears.
you let yourself crack a smile, feeling the tension in your shoulders, neck, and back slowly ease its way out of your body at his nagging. you tugged his warm jacket closer, leaving him there to go and take a seat with your back against the railing.
you only had to look up at him for him to get the message; without a word, tsukishima came and sat beside you. he didn't ask any questions, didn't badger you for answers, or tease you for being vulnerable like you thought he would. maybe he would use this against you later, but the most you could do was savor the moment.
so you closed your eyes and leaned your head against his shoulder. as expected, he tensed up from the action, so much so that you had to shuffle a little closer to whisper in his ear. “relax, i don’t bite.”
not only did he loosen up, but he even dared to let out a small chuckle at your words.
after sitting on the roof for a while and watching the newly transformed orange and red cherry blossom petals flake from the trees, tsukishima offered—though he didn’t give you much of a choice—to walk you home.
after a humble round of "you don't have to"—"but i want to," you finally accepted his offer. the two of you ended up skipping the rest of the school day together, which was the last thing you ever expected to be doing considering the way you feel both about your grades and tsukishima.
as if things couldn't get any weirder, tsukishima took you to a convenience store on the way to your house, insisting that you get whatever you need. he ended up buying you a drink and new, “more tasty than whatever shit you had in your lunchbox” food to eat. he even sat you down at one of the tables outside the store and forced you to eat right then and there because he didn't trust that you would do it when you got home like you kept promising you would.
he was a surprisingly funny guy, making jokes the entire way home. while his dry humor wasn't for everyone, it made you laugh and forget about your crappy day. as you were walking up to your house, you kept trying to give him his jacket back but to no avail because the bastard kept telling you to keep it and not rush it back to him.
“wow. the great tsukki kei is actually a great big softy.”
“shut up, no i’m not,” he scowled. “and don’t call me that!”
when he finally got you home and bid you goodnight, you did something else that shocked you.
you leaned up on your tippy toes and kissed tsukishima (on the cheek). you thanked him for everything before running into your house and locking the door behind you, not even waiting to see his reaction.
your rival stood in front of the gate to your house, dumbfounded, and confused, yet blushing furiously and grinning like an idiot because he simply couldn't help it. on the other side of the door, your were grinning too despite your racing heart.
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"Hey, don't cry." Tsukishima Kei x Fem!Reader
Warning: Hurt/Comfort, crying, fluff. NON PROOFREAD
You were at Tsukishima's house, you begged him to help you study so you could pass the semester.
The material was difficult to understand, it didn't matter how many times he explained it you still didn't understand. You were starting to get overwhelmed, and Tsuki was getting annoyed. "Look, you're not going to learn this if you don't try," he said sternly, annoyance plastered on his face.
"I am trying-"
"No, you're not! Because if you did get it, you'd be done already!" He yells at you slamming your homework on the ground.
It was too much for you. You just wanted to leave, you hated being a burden, especially to those you care about. You got up and started stuffing you work into your bag; you felt your lip start to tremble and your eyes welling with tears.
"Where are you going? We haven't finished your homework yet," he says grabbing your wrist, so you don't leave.
"Home- I don't want to bother you," your voice shaky, as you refuse to face him. You sniffle as you feel hot tears fall on your cheeks.
He heard you sniff and knew that you were crying. His heart dropped when he realized he made you cry. "Hey, look at me," he said softly.
You turned around, your lip quivering as tears were spilling onto your face. He opened his arms to you, and you automatically fell into his embrace. You sobbed into his chest as he rubbed your back, your bag falling to the floor.
"I'm so sorry, don't cry, please," he said gently lifting your chin and wiping your tears away with his thumbs. "I should've been more patient with you."
"I just got overwhelmed and I didn't know what to do," you said burying your face into his chest.
"I know I'm sorry, I should've given you a break," he said giving you a kiss on your head. You look up at him and he gives you kisses on your moist cheeks. "Do you feel better now?"
"Very," you smiled giving him a peck on the lips. "Can we try the homework again?"
"Yeah, if you want," he smiled. You give him a nod as you got the homework out again.
You sat in his lap as he explained the homework to you, helping you with it and if you got a question wrong, he pointed it out and helped you find the right answer.
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Content warning: This fanfiction contains themes of physical injury.
You had always known that Tsukishima Kei was a bit of a prickly character. He had a sharp tongue and a dry sense of humor that could cut through even the thickest of tensions. But despite all of that, you had always found yourself drawn to him. Maybe it was because you saw through his tough exterior and knew that there was a softer side to him that he kept hidden away from everyone else. Or maybe it was just because he was incredibly good-looking.
Whatever the reason, you found yourself sitting beside him on the bus ride back from a particularly grueling volleyball tournament. The two of you had been partnered up for the doubles tournament, and despite some initial reluctance on Tsukishima's part, the two of you had ended up working well together. But it hadn't been enough to secure the win, and the disappointment was palpable in the air.
You were lost in thought, staring out the window and watching the passing scenery, when you suddenly felt a sharp pain in your side. You gasped in surprise and looked over to see Tsukishima's elbow digging into your ribs.
"Ow! What the hell, Tsukki?" you exclaimed, rubbing your side.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to," he said gruffly, but you could tell that he wasn't really sorry at all.
You sighed and leaned back against the seat, trying to put some distance between the two of you. But the bus was crowded, and there was nowhere else to go.
As the ride continued, the pain in your side grew worse. You knew that you must have bruised a rib or something, and the constant jostling of the bus wasn't helping. You tried your best to ignore it, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.
Finally, Tsukishima must have noticed that something was wrong. "Are you okay?" he asked, his tone surprisingly gentle.
"No, not really," you admitted, wincing as you shifted in your seat.
Without another word, Tsukishima moved closer to you and put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a half-hug. You were surprised at the sudden display of affection, but you couldn't deny that it felt good to have someone else taking care of you for a change.
The rest of the ride passed in silence, with Tsukishima's arm around you and your head resting against his shoulder. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to you.
When you finally arrived back at the school, Tsukishima helped you off the bus and walked you to the nurse's office. He waited outside while you got checked out, and then he walked you back to your dormitory.
"Thanks, Tsukki," you said as you opened the door to your room.
He shrugged. "It was nothing. Just don't expect me to make a habit of it."
You laughed, knowing that he was just trying to hide his softer side. But in that moment, you didn't care. You were grateful for his company, and for the unexpected comfort that he had provided you with.
#fanfic#tsukishima kei#hq tsukishima#hq tsukki#y/n#tsukishima fic#tsukishima x reader#tsukishima x you#tsukishima x y/n#hurt/comfort#physical hurt/comfort
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Heeello, hru?
i want a tsukishima kei × fem!reader, NO TIME SKIP, i want his reaction on the reader hugging him suddenly without saying anything and the reader doesn't pull away from the hug (aka gives him a long hug)
(Reader is clingy and doesn’t want to vent, but at the end she let it all out)
Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, crying
Omg hi anon❗❗❗ I'm doing fine when I got this, but now I'm like a deflated grammar balloon 😭😭😭
SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO FINISH YOUR REQUEST I SWEAR I WAS THINKING ABT IT THE WHOLE TIME AFTER I GOT IT, I just didn't get the motivation at that time so I waited for inspiration to strike. But then inspiration hit me too hard and this ended up going waaaay off track ⚰️ PLUS I wrote the middle part during a campus tour and boy am I glad to have friends who are willing to be my beta readers bc past Yuu was NOT having a good time there 🥹. So sorry again in advance if this isn't exactly what you were expecting 🙏
Btw, your all caps red NO TIMESKIP is kinda funny to me bc it's like telling me to REMEMBER THAT THIS IS A PRE TIMESKIP THING NOT POST since I'm someone who mainly writes for post timeskip 💀 ntm how you probably had your own timeskip waiting for this thing ���♀️but anyways I hope you still enjoy this monster of a drabble fic hybrid 🫶
Also heads up, it's an established relationship, yeah sorry I didn't know if you would be ok with that but uh yeah sorry 😭
Word count : 3.5k (How did I get here)
There wasn't any indication as to why you started to feel the way you do, maybe you were tired. It could be from stress, school work has been piling up so it wasn't a stretch to say that you might've been feeling a little burnt out. But deep down, you know exactly why. You're just too embarrassed to say it out loud, because what kind of person would you be to think that your friends were that shallow? A bad manager and an even more awful friend, that's what.
Everyone has been asking about you, concerned for your lack of response as of late. You barely look up from your notebook, something about a 'full proof strategy for their next game'. One so full proof it apparently doesn't need any input from the team or Kiyoko...or the coach... It's obvious you're trying to avoid them without being absent. Which makes it even more strange, usually you'd want to get away from the people you're avoiding. So why aren't you?
"Oh no, [Y/N] lookout!" A voice suddenly calls out, snapping you out of your thoughts just as you see a ball coming straight for you.
Before you could react, someone beat it to you, "I got it!" A hand reaches out and blocks the ball, you don't register who it is until—
"Nice save, Yacchan!"
Of course.
Yachi was the one who saved your face from getting pummeled while you sat there with your head in the clouds. All the more reason the team should just— just—
Just kick you off the team.
Ah.
There it is.
That's what's been on your mind. Why it was so hard for you to actually avoid them, you were scared to be pushed aside while trying to encourage them to do so. Thinking you were being good at your job, only to see someone new do it better.
You feel like you've been lacking as a manager, despite being in the club for longer. It felt like the newcomer, Yachi, was doing a lot better in the short time she's here. You know it was unwarranted, she's been nothing but helpful. Picking up all the little things you and Kiyoko taught her. The team also welcomed her with open arms, as did you.
It was a gradual realization on your end, with 3 managers on standby, it's easy to lose track of who does what job. But more and more it felt like you've been doing the least out of the 3 of you. It really affected you, even without you knowing.
You start to forget routines, things like after school clean up duty, homework, even going as far as to forget planned hangouts. It felt like all you wanted to do was finish the day as quickly as possible, you don't even get up from your seat much anymore. Your indifference in class is mostly likely why no one tried approaching you for stuff, which makes sense, you probably look unapproachable anyway.
Well, almost unapproachable. If it weren't for Tsukishima, who chose to come up to you on days you fully ignore the team.
"What's up with you?" His words were short and lacked any poise, fitting for the only first year keen on riling up opponents and allies alike.
"...Nothing is, I'm fine" Much like Tsuki, your words were curt. Hoping that the less you answer, the more he's inclined to leave you alone.
Giving you an unconvinced look paired with an equally unconvinced once over, he shrugs and turns to leave you be.
"Suit yourself"
That hurts more than anything your own mind can throw at you, because all it does is convince you further that they're better off without you. All you've been doing is feeling bad about yourself, starting to forget everything important in favor of ignoring the problem.
But strangely enough, even when you forget, nothing seems to have any big consequences. When you realize you forgot about cleanup duty, your class partner just shrugs, saying your friend stayed behind and helped them instead. You think that it could've been Yamaguchi, he sometimes helps with cleaning duty when someone's partner goes home early.
It makes you feel worse about your moping, inconveniencing not one but two people. All because you can't convince yourself that just because Yachi is doing a lot better than you, it doesn't mean you're useless.
Right?
Not to mention the heartwarming messages from your friends when you don't show up to a hangout, they seem so understanding in spite of how you don't even tell them anything. The messages telling you to "Take care of yourself" and "Work things out at your own pace" could honestly make you cry.
Even the team tries their best to cheer you up, or at least to get your attention. You can't lie and say you don't see Hinata trying to get the other first years to pull some cool volleyball stunt he saw once, hoping that you'll congratulate them. It's hard to ignore it, especially when you can just feel his occasional stare, trying to get a reaction from you. But, as much as you want to cheer them on, you just can't do that. And yet, they're still so understanding. Trying to raise your spirit, Yachi even tried to start a conversation with you by asking for help on different managerial duties. But to no avail, all you do is point her in the right direction before going back to your place in the stands. Her efforts weren't in vain, but not enough to really get to you.
But it doesn't add up, how would they know you're going through a tough time? Are you really that obvious? You probably are. Either way, it's sweet of them to still think about you even when you're basically ditching them.
What does make sense to you is the homework, which you still end up submitting on time. All thanks to, you guessed it, Tsukishima. He just started reminding you about homework due in 2 days, complete with the pages and formulas needed. A smart comment about your recent forgetfulness is always attached to the message, something to remind you that it's from Tsuki of all people.
Someone you got to know through Yamaguchi, a mutual friend of yours, and if that's not enough, then being on the same team definitely is. As a manager on said team, you were always there for whatever sarcastic quip he had at the ready. Complete with every short joke ever made and that snide smile of his almost everyday. Needless to say, it didn't take long for a friendship to bloom. No longer hanging out only when Yams was around, you both built a routine for when you have each other. Yet you were always one to break routine for something new, a habit the tall beanpole never fails to challenge.
"Why do I have to come with you? You can just go alone" He says, not too keen on the idea of skipping your usual bakery visit for a cafe.
"Because I don't want to go alone and you're the only free one" You were always so sure he'd come with you anyway, to the point where you don't even try to convince him anymore.
He did end up going with you in the end, even if he did have his complaints here and there. But overall, it was one of the few times you can visibly see him having a good time. You chose a cafe themed around the stars and space in general, which you knew Tsuki liked quite a bit. Sure it would've been better to go to a dinosaur themed cafe, but the ones you know about are all the way in Tokyo and Fukui. Nevertheless, that space cafe visit was definitely a core memory in both your and Tsukishima's friendship, no matter how much that salt shaker wanted to deny it.
Though you did promise that one day, both of you would go together.
As friends, cause that's what you are, right?
Wait, actually do you even remember what happened after the space cafe? Wasn't it really important?
It feels like you know exactly what it is, it's a *fact* that you remember what it is. But much like everything else around you, it as well, whether you mean to or not, is pushed to the back of your head. Your thoughts start to discourage your resolve in this self-driven solitude of yours, built upon claims with no support. But why would the evidence matter if the claim itself is enough to make you believe?
It really felt like you were going to keep up this ruse forever, nothing really served as a consequence to you. The only thing keeping you in this state were the small glimpses of the team above your notebook, always up to some dumb fun. Something you always looked forward to in spite of the grueling practice ahead of them, well it was something you looked forward to.
Your eyes catch onto the other first years happily chatting with each other, except for Tsuki who preferred to stand on the sidelines, only chiming in to add a sprinkle of sarcasm into the conversation. That seems fun, you knew it was. As you watch everyone laugh at something Yachi says, something in you starts coiling around your heart.
You're suddenly aware of every breath you take, your thoughts start to repeat 'breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out...'
Your surroundings start to feel heavy, like you were tethered to your place. The sound of your own breathing feels louder than the voices in the gym. So focused on your empty notebook that everything else blurs at the edges of your vision.
It wasn't until you caught golden-brown eyes staring at you from across the court, genuine concern masked under a nonchalant gleam. You hold his gaze for longer than you'd like, unsure if there's anything else hidden under the bespectacled stare.
Tsuki only tilts his head in the direction of the other first years, probably telling you to come with them. You can only refuse, solemnly shaking your head. They can't possibly want you there with them, not after ignoring them for the better part of a week. It wouldn't be right to just butt in like that.
He probably knows that you're still not giving in, because it looked like he let out a sigh before walking towards them. Not before one last stare down with you, his gaze asking if you're sure about your decision. You can only hesitantly nod, you're not sure, you don't want to pick this decision, but you've convinced yourself that you're backed into a corner.
A corner you made up.
Well, no use in thinking about it now.
"Oi [Y/N], I'm gonna lock up the gym now! Better get going" Oh coach Ukai, you forgot he was still here. Taking your notebook and pen into your arms, you nod at the coach before heading towards the exit. Body slightly hunched over when you pass him, unable to look at him in the eye.
"Whatever it is you're going through, you know they got your back, right kiddo?" Ukai suddenly says, right before you leave. It makes you stand in your place for a while, thinking. You know they do, it just doesn't feel right to, especially when you didn't give them a valid reason for your distance.
"Y-yeah…Thanks, coach" You mumble, fully facing away from him. Turning to leave, when you catch a glimpse of the orange sky outside. Realizing how late it got, you break into a sprint back to your classroom.
Through the now empty halls, doused in ombre. No other soul in sight, leaving the sounds of your footsteps to be heard. The sky is beautiful today…wouldn't it be fun to experience it together?
Your pace slows right in front of your classroom, 1-4 written on a sign next to the door. Putting your hands on your knees to catch your breath from all the running, you stop to admire the light that passes through your classroom door.
And that's when you heard it, the faint scratching of a chalkboard being erased, you'd know that sound anywhere. It's soft, you could barely hear it over your own breaths, who could be cleaning it at this time? You know your partner didn't come to school today, they were sick. You yourself forgot, so why would anyone be there?
Slowly peeking through the door frame, you see a lone figure standing by the chalkboard. Short blond hair, a lean figure, headphones over his neck, the wire hanging loose. It's him, the one you felt the most guilt for. You watch him for a while, lazily swiping the eraser across the chalkboard.
So that's who your cleanup partner was talking about.
It wasn't Yamaguchi…
It was Tsuki.
He's been the one filing in for you, the one picking up after you. The one who kept pushing you to just talk to the team from a distance, he was looking out for you. The one that's been trying to reach out in his own way, you feel so stupid. Running away while your…
Your…
Your...
Own boyfriend looks out for you even when you unfairly pushed him away.
Your eyes glaze over and your breathing interchanges between short huffs and long shaky sighs. Feeling like you owe so much to him, keeping you afloat in an ocean of your own solitude. Step by step, you make your way over. Speeding up the closer you got.
Reaching him, you immediately press your face into his back. Arms wrapping around his waist, grabbing at the fabric of his school uniform to keep yourself in place. You can feel him tense, before slowly relaxing and going back to his cleaning. The guilt eating up at you even more, you clench your fists around his uniform, trembling in your place. Your lip trembles slightly, making your words sound even more pathetic than they already are.
"I'm…I-I'm so-so-...so-sor—ry—!" You sob, voice breaking off the same way you are. No words could express the mix of relief and remorse you feel, relief to be able to express your true feelings and remorse for your actions that didn't. Your eyes fill with tears that linger at their edge, waiting for a push to get them down.
"You better be, do you know how much they miss you? Those idiots won't stop asking me about you" Kei's words striking right through your heart, the coil no longer tight. Your tears finally fall as your cries get louder. You press your face further into your boyfriend's back for comfort, letting out all the pent up feelings you've harbored the past week.
"I…I just f-felt like—like I wa-was u-useless!" You whimper, sobs reduced to short intakes of air between big breaths.
"Idiot…" Turning to face you fully, Kei's hand settles itself on the top of your head, sliding down to the back. Pushing you further into an embrace of his own, refusing to look at you. One hand on the back of your head, the other fiddling with his headphone wires.
All that you've done, the distance you tried to make, it all came tumbling down. All at once. It was never supposed to take hold of you the way it did, so all you needed was something to justify ending it. Kei, is that something.
"It's just tha-that—Yachi is such-such a good mana–ger…be-better than me…" The words flow out before you could stop them, a confession to your actions. Hearing it out loud, you truly realize how weak your reasons are. It just shows how little it took to have you questioning your worth as a member of the team, laid out in front of the both of you.
"..." His silence causes you to meekly look up at him, afraid of what he might think. Kei was always good at keeping a neutral face, never making it easy for you to know what he's thinking.
"I don't want to stop being your guys' manager…" You lower your head, voice a whisper, lip still quivering slightly.
"Then don't, no one's telling you to quit"
Huh.
"But—" You quickly look back up at him.
"But nothing, Yachi's great and all but when will we ever get another clutz like you who pays for my drink?" He has a smug look on his face after saying that, eyes filled with nothing but mischief.
You say nothing, words stuck in your throat. Still staring at his stupid smile, he's probably so proud of himself for that. But, you knew he said that to cheer you up. Something to keep you out of your own head, and it's working.
"Way to ruin the moment…" You mumble, "Could've been a bit more dramatic" A soft smile takes over your expression, already feeling much more relieved than before.
"You can do that by yourself," Kei retorts, looking at you from the corner of his eye.
"But you'd still do it with me" Your smile grows, eyes filled with adoration for the pretty face in front of you. After being alone for the better part of a week, it was nice to finally talk again. Even if you had so much making up to do, to everyone in the team, maybe you could start with the one who still held you close.
"Oh? You sound so sure of yourself for someone who's been running away from me" Eyebrow raised in faux skepticism, waiting for your answer.
"I promise I'll make it up to you first" You tell him, before burying your face back into his front, basking in his familiar scent and warmth where you feel most at ease.
"You better"
And you will. To all of them.
Walking home from school during sunset is a special kind of rare to you, barely anyone on the streets. Your newfound goal for the following week, circling in your mind. Beside you was Kei, matching your pace with long strides contrasting your own smaller steps.
"Kei…Do you want to stop by Paprika heaven?" You suddenly ask.
"Paprika heaven? Really?" Kei is not convinced you're being serious, you can practically sense that raised brow.
"It's a cafe! I know the name isn't the sweetest sounding but trust me on this!" You insist, letting out an exasperated huff.
"Shouldn't it be closed?" He questions further, still doubtful.
"It closes at 9, I checked" You proudly exclaim, crossing your arms with a content look on your face.
Kei rolls his eyes at your antics, "Alright, I yield" he raises his hands in surrender, yet a smirk still makes its way onto his face, "But you're paying"
You freeze, realizing that he's right. You are going to pay for it, with your own money. Immediately, your figure deflates dramatically. Slouching forward with an exaggerated groan.
"Right…" Your wallet will never forgive you. But not because Paprika Heaven was too expensive, a piece of your soul just dies whenever you take out a remotely large amount of money from your wallet.
This apparently amuses your boyfriend because he starts laughing, so much so that his shoulders move in time with each laugh. He turns to look at your stunned figure, which only entertains him more. Hearing his mocking laughter, it shakes you out of your stupor. Irritation starts to take hold of you, wanting him to stop laughing at your obvious misery.
"Wha—?! Stop laughing!" Your fists make contact with your boyfriend's chest, repeatedly hitting him to get him to shut.
"I'm serious! I might become poor after this!"
"That's your own fault" In between laughs, Kei is still able to call you out. Seriously, can't he take this seriously?
After a while he calms down, wiping a single tear from his eye. You also calm down, arms tired from the repeated attacks on your boyfriend. Leaning your forehead on his chest to rest, eyes closing on their own from the change in atmosphere. Kei only stands proud, hands in his pockets and a grin spread across his face in content.
Comfortable silence wash over you, the sun still peeking just beyond the horizon, lighting up the road just enough for you to see the way ahead. It's way too late for a bunch of high school students to be out, let alone ones who plan on staying out. But that doesn't matter, you can take the worried lectures from your parents later. Right now, you want to make up for lost time.
"Kei—," You raise your head to face him, taking a deep breath,
"Thank you" A closed eyed smile appears on your face, "For still putting up with me"
"...Whatever" He looks away from you, eyes gazing over the road in front of you.
But no matter how much he tries to hide it,
You can still see that small genuine smile on his face.
#「★ It's showtime! ★」#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu drabbles#haikyu x female reader#haikyu x reader#haikyuu hurt/comfort#haikyuu x reader#tsukishima x reader#tsukishima kei x reader#tsukishima fluff#I DID IT#I'M DONE IT'S COMPLETE#Pls I'm so bad at anything angsty that this is just barely hurt and more comfort lmao#But still I'm so AKAJDHAJAHFNA#My first request and I took like 3 weeks to finish it AND it's probably way off track to what it's supposed to be#This could've been a nice short drabble but NO it turned to this#CURSE MY SLEEPY BRAIN IDEAS#But anyway wouldn't it be so cool if I just wrote short hcs for the time being 🫶#I'm going in drabble break after this ⚰️
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But “hallucinating” was reverse comfort, it was good btw, but tbh its not what I need…
So could u please do my request?? Its okay if u can’t/don’t want too
Thanks <3
oh forgive my dumb ass💀💀
i didn’t really know how to name it, so enjoy!!
genre: hurt/comfort
with Tsukishima Kei
words: 722
this day was beyond horrifying. your education, your job. it all fell apart so fast that you realized what happened only when you almost got home. your scholarship has been canceled for unknown reasons, your workplace just got closed for technical repairs for at least 5 months. and now you didn’t know what money to use to pay for this semester and to barely live. you couldn’t continue thinking of it. the more you thought, the more terrible it got. Kei reached you almost an hour ago when your boss told you about the temporary close and you said that Tsukishima could go to sleep without you. a sudden strike near lungs. it was too heavy to breathe. Kei. you couldn’t drag him into this. your legs were touching the stairs by themselves. you mechanically opened the door and took the coat off. your brain was shut off. it really didn’t matter what you were doing. actually none of this mattered. step. how are you going to pay for studying now? step. what about studying abroad? step. kei can’t afford paying for two of us. step. is this really how it all should go? you didn’t notice how eventually you made it to the balcony. the air here was different because of the flowers all the way down. you didn’t care about that. you were staring at the flickering lamp down the street. you wanted to cry but couldn’t. the inner voice parroted that you should man up. you giggled at that as your fingers were desperately trying to find an answer in your hair. it all seemed unreal. this light, this night, everything. it’s just a someone’s joke testing your patience. suddenly you felt a patting on your shoulder. “I am that unattractive in my sleep so you’re spending the night on the balcony?” Kei was checking your mood by attentively watching your reaction to this comment. you were still watching the flickering. Tsukishima tried to approach your face “Hey, I—.” you embraced him as soon as he got closer. Kei got terrified as he felt you shivering. you were trembling. all of it all of the sudden fell at your shoulders. the heaviness of helplessness was devastating. the crying couldn’t be held back anymore. you had no idea what is going to happen next. and only here with Tsukishima you thought it was safe. it was yet the best moment of this day. to feel Kei Tsukishima just like that next to you. even though the reason wasn’t that romantic and happy.
and he never saw you like that. and that’s why he didn’t know exactly how to react. he wanted to kill anyone who made you feel like this. he wanted to solve all the problems that caused that desperate seek for help. he wanted to scream at you because you were too proud to ask for help. he wanted to make things alright. he wanted to make you alright. Kei wasn’t sure what he needs to do right now while you had him like that. but Tsukishima couldn’t hear you cry either. so he was tenderly holding your arms as he got to one knee. Kei thought it was wrong to be higher than you now. he looked at you up and down. he felt rage, ruefulness, confusion and concern. all of it at the same time. Tsukishima tilted his head as his hand carefully lifted up your chin. your lips tensed. you tried to look away because you didn’t want Kei to see you like this. all messed up, eyes red from crying. “Come on” Tsukishima pulled you to him making you want sob more and more. Kei wanted you to know what he cares and wants to help. you had to lower a bit to meet his prickly shoulder. he was holding your head, still standing on one knee, and started stroking your back as his lips were convincing your shoulder that everything was going to be okay. Kei dug into your skin hell-bent while he was trying to think of how he was going to help you. that definitely was going to leave bruises. with every kiss Tsukishima gave you, his hands tightened a bit more as he was scared to see you hurt again and to be not able to be there for you.
#haikyu!!#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader#haikyuu#hurt/comfort#tsukishima x reader#haikyuu tsukishima#tsukishima x you#tsukishima kei#tsukishima#kei tsukishima
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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.
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angst, no comfort, one swear word
he goes home and his parents ask him if something’s the matter but no words can truly form without portraying his hurt through a wavering voice. the blond locks his door and allows his bed to hold him- hold him how you would’ve , had he known how to handle his feelings- he thinks. he can think of no better comfort than grabbing his headphones and turning to his first love, coming second to you- music, to console his aching heart.
kei finds his favorite playlist and presses shuffle. his eyes screw shut at the beginning notes of the song, eyes stinging as the breath in his lungs abandons him. hands balling at the sheets beneath him, kei feels hot, heavy tears drip down his pale cheeks as the lyrics of ‘you get me so high’ by the neighbourhood played. the lyrics spoke to him, consoled him as if he were looking into the past and watching himself say everything he really wanted to say to you in the moment that you confessed to him. whimpers, pathetic and grievous, tumble from his lips.
“i’m so sorry,” he finds himself mumbling,
over, over , over again.
kei doesn’t think much. he picks up his phone, screenshots the lyrics as they throw daggers at his heart and opens a chat labelled as ‘ yn <3’ and sends it to you. he pays no mind to what you may reply, how pathetic he feels for sending you some stupid fucking screenshot, pathetically crying on his bed because god forbid he allows himself the luxury of love. god forbid that tsukishima kei loves you.
#felt like hurting my heart !!!#tsukishima kei#tsukishima kei x reader#tsukishima angst#tsukishima x reader#tsukishima hcs#hq tsukishima#tsukishima kei headcanons#tsukishima x you
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REPLAY 2003
CHARACTERS: Tsukishima Kei × fem!reader × Hoshiko Ito (oc)
TROPE: enemies to lovers
ㅡGIST: your unforeseen reunification with your long-time nemesis, Tsukishima Kei, forces you both to open wounds that never healed.
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Maybe it was just you but the air suddenly thickens and Tsukishima’s gaze is sharper than ever. Could it be because you have known him for quite a number of years to know the miniscule changes in his mood? Or could you be overanalyzing details again?
“I’ll play the first game!” Ayumi pipes in, raising her hand as she volunteers. Tsukishima approves by nodding his head and counting her in the group.
“We need one more player for the first game.” Tsukishima leads the team.
Ayumi, then, puts her arm around your shoulder before declaring, “(Y/n) has good mind and body coordination.” She advertises as though she’s a businessman endorsing a product to a quality much higher than it actually is. Unfortunately, the man she’s trying to rope in has his own plans.
“Nope.” Tsukishima flatly contradicts. “(Y/n) is with me on the third game. She is a good runner. She is better for the relay.” The group falls silent and Ayumi slowly puts her hand down in defeat.
You couldn’t interject and deny his claims because it’s actually true一your body is built for endurance and speed. Although he sounded too confident that he appears to have known you long enough to be so sure of his judgment of your physical abilities.
As the captain of the team, Tsukishima leads the strategic planning and everyone in the team is busy putting their ideas together. Well…except for one. Ayumi eyes you with a dubious look, connecting dots in her head.
“Oi,” She couldn’t keep her curiosities to herself and nudged you using her elbow. “First, Hoshiko acting like your boyfriend and now Tsukishima is your personal coach? You must have a history together. I mean, he knows you.” Your friend narrows her eyes at you.
“Acting like my boyfriend is a bit of an exaggeration, Ayumi.” You clear your throat and pretend to keep your focus on the person in the team currently speaking.
“Okay, whatever, now you’re dodging the topic.” She wriggles her point finger at you. “What is he to you?” She presses not letting you off the hook.
“You know what?” You finally turn to face her. “Just keep your head in the game and stop playing detective on me, alright?”
“Not if you don’t act suspicious.” She retorts in a bit louder voice which consequently catches the attention of the team leader. Tsukishima stares at Ayumi. Sending her a nonverbal warning was enough for your friend to seal her lips. She mutters a quiet ‘sorry’ as she bows her head in guilt.
“Kei’s currently in the zone. I advise you not to cross a line with him.” Instead of taking your advice, the situation worsens as Ayumi loudly sucks air through her mouth as realization from your careless mistake sinks in. A hand covers her wide parted lips as she peers at you with a shock evidently painted on her face.
She couldn’t control her reaction as she practically screams, “First name basis?!” And it was then she realized…she’s doomed. And so are you.
Tsukishima abruptly turns to the both of you. His jaw clenches and his eyes colder than the night of winter. You pull Ayumi by her forearm making the latter cower in fear. She hides her small figure behind you like a puppy. You give Tsukishima an apologetic smile, enough to wrench your insides in disgust.
“(Y/n).” Tsukishima sternly says as he does not break eye contact.
“I know.” You bore your eyes at him. Satisfied, he shifts to look at Ayumi.
“Are you done?” Ayumi gulps in fear before nodding.
“Y-yes, sir.” She stammers and accidentally calls him ‘sir’ in panic.
After the tension subsided and the teacher whistled to commence the games, you can’t help but snort out loud. “Sir?” You say between laughs, slapping your thighs.
“Shut up. He's intimidating, okay?” She says through her teeth. “And it’s your fault to begin with. If you weren't so secretive about this…about you and him or whatever the hell is happening between the two of you then I wouldn’t be curious about it.”
In an instant, something inside you shifts like a bubble of unwanted feelings bursts and contaminates your head. Your memories from the past lurches like a tidal wave engulfing and pulling you down into the depths of the sea and the only thing you are able to do is to fixate your eyes at a point ahead.
“It’s not like I didn’t want to tell you. It’s just that I couldn’t.” Telling a soul about what happened seven years ago is like going through the same experience all over again. It’s painful to scrub a wound that never healed.
Realizing the weight of the memories it brings to you, Ayumi understands and embraces you in a tight hug, pressing the side of her face against yours. “You don���t have to when you’re not ready, or you don’t have to tell me at all. I'm sorry if I pushed it too far.”
You whisper back, still caged in her arms. "It's okay. You didn't know."
After seconds of what seems like a lifetime of a warm embrace, Ayumi looks at you at an arm’s length. “Just…tell me one thing.”
You can sense the playfulness in her voice making the corners of your lips pull into a smile. “What?”
“He’s not your ex-boyfriend, is he?” Ayumi never fails to make you laugh at depressing situations. She knows exactly what tickles you.
“Boyfriend at ten years old? Man, I’m thriving.” You joke.
“Heck, yeah. Go off, queen!” With that, Ayumi links arms with you as you both laugh your heads off.
The seven members from your group that participated in the first game played harmoniously hence, garnering the first point for group one. Yamaguchi’s gameplay is worth mentioning. His body coordination, athleticism, and flexibility lead the other team scuffling to close the gap on the last set of the obstacle course. However, in a tug-of-war, Hoshiko's team proved their team’s alliance by winning the second game which fueled Tsukishima’s hunger to take the final game.
Right now, both teams are preparing for the final round and everyone is on their toes. The winner for the final round will be the determinant of which team dominated the games. Excitement and the pressure of being part of the third group awakens your adrenaline. You can't remember the last time you were eager to win.
As you are making your way to your starting line, Hoshiko approaches you with a playful grin clad on his face.
“The cleaning tools are in the basement.” He winks. Nonetheless you find his attempt to mock you more endearing than threatening, making you chuckle.
“Wow, you scouted the area already? I never met someone so prepared to lose.” You don’t miss the chance to bicker. Your lighthearted bickering with Hoshiko is interrupted by an unimpressed blonde coming into the scene.
"In your starting point, (Y/n).” Tsukishima towers over you. His head held up while his eyes pin down to you.
You crack your neck up to meet his gaze before muttering, "On it.” Then, he walks away like nothing happened. Way to break the mood, you think to yourself as you internally roll your eyes.
“I’ll go now.” Hoshiko waves you goodbye, jogging to his starting point as he shouts. "Break a leg!" You wave back at him with a teeth showing smile.
Tsukishima is the last runner for the racing relay and you’re the person before him. So, the only thing you have to do is to outrun the player from the other team and pass on the baton to Tsukishima. Easy. Glancing to the other team, you figured Hoshiko is also the last runner for his team. Basically that this is a battle between two brooding men and their pride.
The teacher asks the players of both teams to be on their feet. Once everyone is ready, he blows the whistle to commence the racing relay. Both first runners of the two teams were at the exact speed. However, the second runner of your team is quicker than the other team thus making your group take the lead. You watch the crowd go crazy cheering for their team and it reverberates into your chest as you feel your heart pound against your ribs.
It’s only the second player running, obviously victory cannot be secured yet. The basketball player from the other team easily closed the gap between two teams and eventually they took the lead. The fourth player of each team was on steady pacin with your teammate inching the gap. Therefore, once again, both teams are in a close fight.
On the fifth player before you, the runner of your team was a tad bit faster than the other team. Still, the pressure on you grows as you watch your teammate run towards you. Preparing your stance, you crunch your body. Your left hand is behind you, finger uncurled as you wait for the baton to land on your plan. And when it did, you were on a roll.
You run as fast as you can. The air hits your face and takes every strand of your stray hair fly with the wind. Your brain has taken auto-mode and all you could see is Tsukishima looking at you from a distance. He occasionally nods at you in encouragement, eyes focusing on nothing but your face.
So, you run, and run, and run to the point you lose control of your lower body. With absolute no control, your right ankle twists inward making you lose your balance and eventually fall on the ground. The side of your face hits the grassland, your arms failing to catch you before the impact. You didn’t realize you were screaming until the game stopped and everyone was huddled in your spot.
“Aw! My leg! It hurts so bad!” Tears brim your eyelids as you hold your thighs with both hands. Your body coils into a ‘c’ as the pain from your leg travels to your hips.
Hoshiko is quick on his feet and kneels beside you. “(Y/n), where do you feel the pain?” When you don't answer him, he takes your face gently with his hands, cupping your cheeks in a soothing manner. “Look at me, where are you hurt?”
You finally look at him, your face distraught and in pain. “M-my ankle.” You try to swallow a lump in your throat but fail when you are met with his doe-eyes, peering at you with worry and care. “Hoshi, I think I literally broke my leg!”
Hoshiko rallies his eyes from your injured foot to your face and holds back a laugh. “(Y/n), wait. I don’t think it’s broken. You might have sprained your ankle.” He points at your toes moving as you adjust your upper body. “But that doesn’t mean it’s not painful so let’s get you to the clinic.”
Hoshiko is about to hook your arm over his shoulder when Tsukishima steps in.
“I’ll take her to the clinic.” Tsukishima looks at the two of you through his bottom lashes.
“I can do it-”
“No, I insist.” Tsukishima cuts Hoshiko off mid-sentence.
The focus of the situation shifts to the two of them, two boys holding their ground. They unwaveringly hold each other’s eyes as if the first to break eye contact is the weaker one. Hoshiko lets out an air through his mouth, eyebrows pressed together as he wears an amused and confused half-smile expression while Tsukishima remains unmoved.
“Don’t be stupid boys.” The old man calmly breaks the ice. “Call for a clinic staff and get a stretcher. Let’s leave this to the professionals. You don’t want to break her other leg, eh?” The teacher chuckles, rubbing his belly and shaking his head. “Ah, youth.”
The class representative immediately runs to the clinic to do exactly what the teacher said and soon enough you’re being carried in a stretcher.
You had to spend the rest of the class period in the clinic and getting your ankle treated. Hoshiko was right, the doctor confirmed that you didn’t break your leg. You sprained your right ankle from the bad fall. Albeit, you’re advised to take a rest and wait for your first random visitor to take you back to the classroom.
Your first visitors happen to be Ayumi and Hoshiko. They hurriedly ran to the clinic as soon as the bell rang to check on you. Hoshiko brought you a bottle of juice as a treat.
“I didn’t know what to get you so,” Hoshiko hands you an apple flavored juice of your favorite brand.
“Thank you! This is my favorite brand!” You beam at him as Hoshiko uncaps it like a true gentleman.
“Really?” Hoshiko’s cheeks burn feather pink, smiling to himself. “Is apple flavor good?”
“Actually, I prefer peach flavor but hey! The apple flavor isn’t so bad. Besides, it’s your effort that counts the most.” You hold his forearm to squeeze it lightly. “Thank you, Hoshi.”
Hoshiko hides the growing smile on his face as he cups his nape with his hand. He gazes at you with endeared eyes.
“Anything for you.” He says.
Ayumi and Hoshiko, mostly the latter, help you walk to the classroom. He suggested carrying you on his back but you didn’t want to burden him. So, you anchor your arm around him as you slowly limp every step.
The first person that you see in the classroom is Tsukishima, lost in thoughts as he holds a bottle of drink in hand and blankly stares at it. He loses focus on the bottle in his hand when he hears noise coming from the doorway. It was you, limping and grunting.
Tsukishima watches you make your way to your seat, one arm on Hoshiko’s shoulder and your other hand holding a bottle. When your eyes land on the drink in his hand, he quickly uncaps it for himself.
“You’re back.” He speaks the obvious before standing up. He takes a gulp from the bottle as he looks at you. Bringing the drink down, you notice that it’s the same brand Hoshiko brought for you but it’s peach flavored.
“Don’t hurt yourself again.” He says before walking out. You keep your eyes on him as he trudges out of the classroom and tosses the half full juice bottle into the trash can.
continue reading
a/n: the burn is back! i enjoyed writing this so i hope you enjoyed reading as well!
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#haikyuu!!#haikyuu#hq headcanons#hq imagines#hq x reader#hq hcs#hq fic#hq x you#hq tsukishima#tsukishima kei#hurt#angst#comfort#hq fanfic#tsukishima x reader#hq x y/n#hq x female reader#pea.writes
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It should have been me
Tsukiyama angst ficlet owowowowow
I was watching a sad movie and it made me feelings I didn’t wanna feel so i started writing and I ended up making it worse 🧍🏻♀️
“Shut up, Yamaguchi,” Kei snips, sitting on the chair at his desk.
Taking off his glasses, he leans his head back, pinching the bridge of nose as he sighs.
“Today, was not a good day, and I don’t want to hear it from you,” he adds.
Slowly turning his chair to peek at Yamaguchi through the corner of his eye, he grumbles something incoherent.
“I didn’t say anything,” Yamaguchi says from the corner of the room, sitting on his usual stool as he stares back at Kei.
“I can hear you thinking,” Kei quips back, scowling at the innocent face Yamaguchi makes at him. “You think too loud.”
Turning back to stare at his wall full of photos and old magazine clippings, he sighs a different kind of sigh.
“How is it I’m stuck with you, even when the world has gone to shit?” He asks out loud.
“I’m always going to be with you, Tsukki,” Yamaguchi smiles at his back. “Always.”
Kei can feel the warmth of his smile beaming at the back of his head as if he’s the sun itself. The feeling washes over him, spreading over his skin like blanket on a cold winter night. It’s a familiar feeling, one that has Kei shivering.
Staring down at the papers and maps under his arms that line his desk, cities circled in red, water sources in blue, he watches a drop falls onto the pages. They keep falling, splattering across the maps like rainfall on a summer day. Hot and moist.
“Don’t,” Yamaguchi begs from behind him.
“I can’t,” Kei grits through his clenched teeth, trying with all of his might to hold back his anger, his hatred, his fear.
“You have to,” Yamaguchi shushes.
“It should have been me!” Kei cries, sobbing as he thrashes his arms, pushing the papers and pens off his desk.
The clatter echoes in his small basement. His sobs, lost in the sounds vibrating off the walls.
“I should have been the one,” he whimpers into his hands as he covers his face, hiding his puffy eyes and running nose from his companion.
“I’m glad it wasn’t you,” Yamaguchi smiles at him, reaching to pat his head, but Kei never feels the weight of his hand on him.
“It should have been me,” he sobs, staring at the empty stool where Yamaguchi always sat.
#idk it just hurt and I though It would turn out cute but it didn’t it made it worse#I was watching Finch with Tom Hanks if you wanted to know what brought this on#Haikyuu#hq angst#tsukishima kei#yamaguchi tadashi#tsukkiyama#hq#haikyuu drabbles#haikyuu fanfiction#my fic
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SOMEONE ANYONE DO A BACKFLIP RN!!!!
But at what cost??????
#karasuno#sawamura daichi#hinata shoyo#hinata shouyou#tanaka ryuunosuke#nishinoya yuu#karasuno ask#tsukishima kei#fortunately no one ACTUALLY got hurt
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tw: major character death, descriptions of death and a car accident, some blaming going on here
He still misses your voice.
It’s not often, for he’s learned that wallowing in that pain only leads to his own self-destruction. He likes to say that he’s okay, that he doesn’t feel the emptiness that he felt the day you left him. That he doesn’t clutch his chest in sheer pain, all from the anger and turmoil of missing you.
He likes to say he’s okay, but he’s always been good at lying.
He can’t truly get over you when your clothes still live in his closet. All of them untouched, just as you last left them. The shoes you wore the day before you left him still lay idly by the doorstep. Sometimes—on the rare occasion where Tsukishima feels like tormenting himself—he sits by your shoes and wonders what if.
What if he had just answered your phone call faster, right before your car had collided with the truck? What if he had picked you up that day? What if he drove faster? What if he he hadn’t spent the extra time putting on his coat and had just ran to you?
Everyone tells him that the what if’s don’t matter. That what is done is done, and that you are gone. You’re no longer there to hold his hand, and he is no longer able to tighten his arms around you each night. That no matter how many times he prays to every deity above and below, you will never return to his arms. To his home. To your home. (He was always your home.)
He has always known that there is no reason to bet on losing dogs, but sometimes his mind plays tricks on him. He wakes up and feels your kisses on his cheeks. He feels your arms around his waist. He feels your legs on his. On those cruel mornings, he closes his eyes and imagines your voice.
How your soft tone would berate him sweetly, so gently telling him that the pain is only temporary. That there’s no reason for him to blame himself, for you’ve always known how much he loves you. You would kiss his forehead and he would flinch away, leaning away from your touch with a fake scowl on his face.
He misses you.
He’s never been in-touch with his emotions. Many moons ago, you would’ve teased him and somehow forced his stone heart to open up to you. With your sultry voice and warm touch beside him, he would overcome all the obstacles hiding in his heart and reveal himself to you.
He wants you back.
He’d give anything just to hear that “I love you,” falling from your lips once again.
But his prayers have never been answered. Maybe whoever lives in the heavens and the skies is just a cruel man—Tsukishima isn’t quite sure—but all he knows is that he’d do anything just to hear his name fall from your lips again.
Tsukishima has always been a greedy man. He can take and take and he will never give back. He is selfish, and his gluttony lives on despite your presence no longer with him.
And maybe some insatiable part of him wins each month when he pays for your phone bill.
He’s done it ever since the time you left, his heart empty with a hunger your shared photos couldn’t satisfy. When he quickly began to forget the sound of your laugh, he did all he could think of.
And he listens to your voice daily. When the sun seeps through the windows and when the moon is high in the sky, Tsukishima Kei listens to your voice, as if it is the last thing that keeps him going.
The voice message is timely, short, but so you. It’s so simple but it captures all that he desires to hear once more.
“Hey! You’ve reached me at a wrong time,” a small laugh escapes you, “but you can always dial me later. Or I’ll call you as soon as I see this!”
He’ll never hear those “I love you’s” again. You will never call out his name like you once did. One day, when his youth is long gone and his hair has darkened to its natural ash grey, maybe he’ll understand his pain. He will look back and no longer feel as if his heart is bleeding for you.
He will never know what the future will hold. But if he cannot live alongside you, he must live for you.
#I once saw something like this#of someone paying their loved ones phone bill just to hear their voice after their passing#and it’s hurts a lot so I wanted to write something like that!#don’t rmbr where I saw it from tho#idk how this is or if I like it#Hope you like this though!#tsukishima#tsukishima kei#tsukishima fluff#tsukishima angst#tsukishima x reader#tsukishima x you#tsukishima x y/n#tsukishima imagines#tsukishima drabbles#tsukishima headcanons#tsukishima scenarios#haikyuu#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu angst#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x you#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu imagines
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Content Warning: This fanfiction contains themes of emotional distress and mental health struggles.
Tsukishima had always known that Yamaguchi struggled with his self-confidence. But he never realized just how deep those issues ran until he found him crying in their shared bedroom.
"Yamaguchi, what's wrong?" Tsukishima asked, his voice laced with concern.
Yamaguchi looked up at him, tears streaming down his face. "I don't know, Tsukki. I just feel so worthless sometimes," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Tsukishima's heart ached as he watched his friend struggle with his emotions. He had always admired Yamaguchi's kindness and determination, and it pained him to see him in so much pain.
"You're not worthless, Yamaguchi. You're one of the most important people in my life," Tsukishima said, taking Yamaguchi's hand in his own.
Yamaguchi looked up at him, his eyes filled with surprise. "Really, Tsukki? You mean that?" he asked, his voice shaking.
Tsukishima nodded. "Of course, Yamaguchi. You're my best friend, and I value your presence in my life more than anything else," he said, his voice gentle and reassuring.
Yamaguchi smiled through his tears, a small glimmer of hope shining in his eyes. Tsukishima wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace.
"It's okay to not be okay, Yamaguchi. I'm always here for you, no matter what," Tsukishima said, his words filled with sincerity.
Yamaguchi buried his face into Tsukishima's shoulder, allowing himself to cry freely. Tsukishima held him close, offering him the comfort and support he so desperately needed.
As they sat there, Tsukishima realized that he didn't always have to be the strong one. Sometimes, it was okay to be vulnerable and show his emotions. And if it meant helping Yamaguchi through his own struggles, then it was more than worth it.
#fanfic#haikyuu yamaguchi#tsukishima kei#tsukiyama#tsukkiyama#tsukki x yamaguchi#emotional hurt/comfort
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tobio and kei have a stay at home movie date that becomes kei crying at an unexpectedly sad movie and tobio being shocked that kei is that emotional before realizing he should comfort him.
tobio tries to be verbally comforting at first but that just makes kei cry harder, so he settles on wrapping his arms around his boyfriend and trying to focus on the TV so he isn’t just staring at him. (his attention drifts back to kei within a minute but kei doesn’t notice.)
#haikyuu!!#tsukishima kei#tsukishima#tsukikage#haikyuu#kagetsuki#tkkg#kgtsk#crying#is this technically hurt/comfort??#hurt/comfort#sad movies#the movie is keith#cuz i cry over that movie
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Turn Around, When Possible Reading Guide
A few months ago, I finished posting “Turn Around, When Possible” the first part of my Haikyuu fanfiction series called “There’s No Navigation That Tells You How To Survive A Car Crash” on AO3.
Back when I posted it, I left a reading guide in the comments on that final chapter, but I’m going to transfer it to Tumblr, because I think that’ll be more organized.
So from now on, you’ll be able to find the storylines of each single character, in case you’re interested in reading only their storyline.
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For the people who haven’t stumbled past this post because of the link in my AO3 end-note. Hi! I welcome you to read the summary of “Turn Around, When Possible”:
It starts out like a fun idea: the Karasuno Volleyball Club traveling South to meet their rival teams for a training camp in Tokyo. Having full faith in their bus driver, Takeda, the team dozes off during the long drive. They’ve been driving through the woods for hours now, after all, and it’s already gotten dark.
Little do they know that this drive was never meant to be this long, and that Takeda is horrendously lost.
It gets worse from there – when, disoriented by the darkness and tiredness, Takeda makes a mistake while driving. A mistake that results in the bus rolling down a slope.
Just like that, Team Karasuno is hurt and stranded in the middle of nowhere, struggling to survive. All they can do, except take care of their wounds and one another, is wait, and wait, and wait for someone to find them.
They wish they’d turned around when they still had the chance.
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Are you interested in reading the entire first fic (not following just one character) click here. I do really recommend you first read it completely before choosing a specific character’s storyline, because otherwise things will get really confusing.
Or if you want to read part 2 of this series, click here.
Or if you are a fast reader and want to read part three, click here.
Click “read more” to see all characters’ storylines listed in order below.
Hinata’s storyline
These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline
Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible
chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 4
chapter 7
chapter 14
chapter 15
chapter 16
chapter 22
chapter 23
chapter 24
chapter 31
chapter 33
Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route)
chapter 4
chapter 6
chapter 7
chapter 11
chapter 18
chapter 21
chapter 22
chapter 26
chapter 27
chapter 28
chapter 34
chapter 35
chapter 40
chapter 41
chapter 44
chapter 49
chapter 56
chapter 58
Part 3. Destination Reached
chapter 6
chapter 7
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Kageyama’s storyline
These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline
Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible
chapter 1
chapter 3
chapter 4
chapter 14
chapter 16
chapter 22
chapter 23
chapter 24
chapter 31
Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route)
chapter 2
chapter 10
chapter 11
chapter 18
chapter 22
chapter 40
chapter 41
chapter 47
chapter 48
chapter 49
chapter 52
chapter 56
chapter 58
Part 3. Destination Reached
chapter 4
chapter 6
chapter 7
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Daichi’s storyline
These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline
Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible
chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 4
chapter 7
chapter 8
chapter 11
chapter 12
chapter 30
Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route)
chapter 2
chapter 9
chapter 12
chapter 23
chapter 24
chapter 25
chapter 35
chapter 39
chapter 42
chapter 45
chapter 46
chapter 50
chapter 54
chapter 55
chapter 56
chapter 58
Part 3. Destination Reached
chapter 5
chapter 7
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Sugawara’s storyline
These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline
Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible
chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 7
chapter 8
chapter 11
chapter 12
chapter 19
chapter 29
chapter 30
chapter 33
Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route)
chapter 1
chapter 12
chapter 23
chapter 25
chapter 28
chapter 35
chapter 39
chapter 50
chapter 51
chapter 54
chapter 55
chapter 56
chapter 58
Part 3. Destination Reached
chapter 5
chapter 7
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Nishinoya’s storyline
These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline
Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible
chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 4
chapter 7
chapter 8
chapter 9
chapter 26
chapter 27
chapter 33
Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route)
chapter 2
chapter 3
chapter 15
chapter 16
chapter 20
chapter 28
chapter 30
chapter 36
chapter 37
chapter 53
chapter 56
chapter 58
Part 3. Destination Reached
chapter 4
chapter 7
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Asahi’s storyline
These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline
Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible
chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 9
chapter 26
chapter 27
chapter 29
chapter 33
Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route)
chapter 1
chapter 15
chapter 16
chapter 17
chapter 20
chapter 29
chapter 30
chapter 34
chapter 35
chapter 37
chapter 53
chapter 56
chapter 58
Part 3. Destination Reached
chapter 4
chapter 7
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Tanaka’s storyline
These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline
Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible
chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 4
chapter 7
chapter 8
chapter 19
chapter 20
chapter 21
chapter 29
chapter 33
Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route)
chapter 1
chapter 17
chapter 28
chapter 34
chapter 35
chapter 44
chapter 56
chapter 58
Part 3. Destination Reached
chapter 2
chapter 7
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Kiyoko’s storyline
These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline
Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible
chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 4
chapter 15
chapter 16
chapter 21
chapter 33
Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route)
chapter 2
chapter 13
chapter 17
chapter 28
chapter 33
chapter 34
chapter 35
chapter 56
chapter 58
Part 3. Destination Reached
chapter 2
chapter 7
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Yachi’s storyline
These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline
Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible
chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 4
chapter 15
chapter 16
chapter 24
chapter 33
Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route)
chapter 2
chapter 6
chapter 13
chapter 17
chapter 28
chapter 44
chapter 56
chapter 58
Part 3. Destination Reached
chapter 7
_______________________________________
Tsukishima’s storyline
These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline
Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible
chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 6
chapter 17
chapter 18
chapter 19
chapter 33
Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route)
chapter 4
chapter 14
chapter 38
chapter 43
chapter 56
chapter 58
Part 3. Destination Reached
chapter 3
chapter 7
_______________________________________
Yamaguchi’s storyline
These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline
Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible
chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 6
chapter 17
chapter 18
chapter 19
chapter 29
chapter 33
Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route)
chapter 4
chapter 5
chapter 14
chapter 17
chapter 28
chapter 33
chapter 34
chapter 35
chapter 38
chapter 43
chapter 44
chapter 56
chapter 58
Part 3. Destination Reached
chapter 3
chapter 7
_______________________________________
Takeda’s storyline
These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline
Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible
chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 4
chapter 10
chapter 12
chapter 18
chapter 19
chapter 29
chapter 33
Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route)
chapter 1
chapter 6
chapter 12
chapter 31
chapter 32
chapter 44
chapter 56
chapter 57
chapter 58
Part 3. Destination Reached
chapter 1
chapter 7
_______________________________________
Uaki’s storyline
These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline
Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible
chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 3
chapter 4
chapter 7
chapter 8
chapter 10
chapter 18
chapter 19
chapter 29
chapter 33
Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route)
chapter 4
chapter 5
chapter 6
chapter 19
chapter 32
chapter 56
chapter 57
chapter 58
Part 3. Destination Reached
chapter 7
_______________________________________
The other teams’ storyline
These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline
Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible
chapter 5
chapter 13
chapter 25
chapter 28
chapter 32
chapter 33
Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route)
chapter 8
chapter 52
chapter 58
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The fic has been completely uploaded, so this is the complete guide. In the case that this fic gets any spin-offs I’ll make sure to link them down below :)
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"Yell at me, Tobio... Fucking yell and do something...!"
Kei's shrieking voice echoes throughout the living room, the unplugged TV doesn't react as he pants, hands in fists they're close to drawing blood as he glares at Tobio.
He was too far away for Kei to see as much as he wanted to, but all Tobio's face tells is tiredness. Kei watches the setter's chest inhale and exhale, crinkled t-shirt from the way Kei gripped on it before pushing him away.
"How did it come to this," Tobio starts, and Kei takes a breath in between his gritted teeth, white noise pinching at his eardrums from the way Tobio sounded so broken and lost with missing life inside, "How did it come to this that you ask me for that.." His eyes search and tries to study Kei's, "...How, Kei?"
I don't know. The thought makes Kei's head throb from immense emotions. I don't -know-.
Kei didn't even spare a movement as tears prickle down his cheeks, a choked-up sound exiting his quivering lips that another follows now matter how hard he clenched his jaw.
He covers his pathetic-felt face with his arms as a useless attempt, but his mouth worked on its own, voicing out still-held back cries that only makes Kei's throat clog up even more, the sore grinding of its insides making him choke again.
It's like he can't do anything else.
Too cold for comfort, hands gets a hold on his arms, and he couldn't even look up to see the broken look that paints Tobio's expression.
One second and Kei is suddenly held by arms that are awfully warm, familiarㅡraising questions that lie beneath.
He cries to the same tshirt he had crumpled in anger, he hugs the body that he had pushed away, attempted to make it fall to the ground, and he lets himself feel the hands that are running through his disastrous hair.
Kei didn't have the chance to worry about his mushed glasses.
Because it feels like forever.
And Tobio takes it all.
Kei had felt tears wetting his sleeve the moment it had reached the surfaceㅡand he resents himself even more for it.
But Tobio didn't even give him a chance to think about that any more. He gets hugged tighter, Kei gasps between his sob and it's suppose to suffocate himㅡand yet all it does is give him more oxygen to breathe in.
Kei doesn't know how Tobio does it.
"I'm not leaving." Tobio whispers. It locks a key, making a sound that has Kei holding him even closer than before, as if it was threat, endless streams of lightheadedness. "You can't let me leave. You'll never do." The younger shakily sighs on his neck, making Kei shiver.
It leaves him coughing, as more tears continued to flow and flood Tobio's chest, but he gets no reaction or complaint.
Kei doesn't know how Tobio does this.
"I'm staying and there's no "until." You will never convince me otherwise."
A promise. It feels illegal to receive it. Undeserved. Not for someone unfaithful like him. This wasn't what universities had build foundations forㅡand yet Kei is faced with an enigma that is named Kageyama Tobio.
It feels like it'd be an eternity before he gets a degree for it.
Lips kissing the side of his head makes Kei drop it down a little, lightheaded at the pain, how Tobio felt perfect in front of him, and how out of place he was.
Kei doesn't know how Tobio does anything.
But,
What Kei does know is he would never want to be buried under another pair of arms instead of those that have held itself high for him to step on since the beginning.
He feels, and feels, and feels. And yet Tobio is there. He stays.
He is still there.
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