Yamaguchi Tadashi Appreciation Post, Just Because He's Cute And Deserve It

POV: you asked Tsukishima Kei why he never accepts confessions (2.0!)

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not fair - ch5

in which your boyfriend is perfect in every single way... except for one and kei can't just sit back and watch you suffer...

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It’s one of those phone calls that you hope goes to voicemail. 

Hey, Tadashi, just wanted to let you know that Kei and I were coming to get the car and boxes tomorrow. Sorry it’s been there for so long. That’s all it had to be. You’re repeating it in your head, waiting for the polite message and tone to come. 

It doesn’t.

You don’t remember what Tadashi says when he answers the phone, don’t even know if he said anything at all. You pull the phone away from your ear, making sure that he didn’t answer and hang up or that the space between the rings isn’t just skipping. The numbers are counting up, seemingly slower than seconds typically pass by. 

“Hey, Tadashi,” you start. You should have practiced or wrote a script or something, because any words, phrases, questions in your mind are gone now, leaving Tadashi to pick up the pieces once again.

If it weren’t for the tiny breath from the otherside of the phone, you might’ve hung up waiting for a response. He mutters your name first, practically lost by the hestiance and heaviness of the word. “Are you calling about coming to pick up your car?”

“Right, yea, I’m so sorry we left it there and haven’t, uh, been back to get it. We kinda just wanted to give you time because of everything and didn’t want to, yknow, rush anything or give you any trouble or-” you’re rambling on, nervous to stop. Kei rests his hand on your lower back just to let you know that he’s there. 

“It’s fine, really, just, are you guys coming to pick it up?” he asks, interrupting your nervous spiel.

“Yes,” you reply, knowing that you have so much more to say, but not ready to say any of it. After being so intimate with him and Kei, you’d think that it would be easier to talk, like everything’s already been out on the table. It’s not until Kei raises his eyebrows, lets his thumb graze under your shirt and against your skin that you actually get the words out. “Do you think we could come in, too?”

Tadashi isn’t stupid. He has to know what you’re implying or, at the very least, know that the two of you want to talk with him. Kei is staring at you, the room is dead silent, and every second that Tadashi doesn’t answer is more confirmation that you’ve just made a fool of yourself. 

You’re about to take it back, to backpedal without remorse in an attempt to salvage civility, but Tadashi clears his throat, unknowingly interrupting you. “Yeah, that would be okay.” 

Almost too stunned to speak, you’re sure that the surprise was written across your face. “O-Okay, yeah.” It’s heavy in your throat, banging at the back of your teeth, you want to ask, clarify, make sure that you’re on the same page, but you also feel like you should quit while you’re ahead. Kei’s confusion turns to understanding when you give him a wide-eyed, short nod. 

“Alright,” Tadashi replies, but still doesn’t hang up. 

Tsukishima doesn’t grab the phone from you, but he talks loud enough for his voice to make it through the receiver. “Like last time?” 

“Like last time,” Tadashi confirms quickly. “I’ve gotta go, but I’ll see you guys tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah, for sure, see you then,” you reply, “Looking forward to it, Dashi.” You can faintly hear the hitch in his breath followed by the low clear of his throat. 

“Me too.” Click.

You bring the phone down from your ear. The weight on your chest isn’t as unbearable with the assumptions off the table. There’s still a lingering force quickening your heartbeat, but at least you can breathe for now. 

“Thanks,” you say, looking up at Kei.

He shrugs. “That’s what I’m here for, bluntness.”

“And doing the hard things that I can’t,” you scoff. 

He bends down, pressing a kiss onto your forehead and pushing your hair out of your face. “Definitely not all the time. It’s probably like half and half,” Kei says and then tilts his head, “Mm, maybe 60/40.”

You nod, “Yeah, but that seems pretty fair to me.” You pull back, wiping your palms on your pants. “I should bring the thing, right?”

“Why else did we buy it?”

“No, I know, I guess I’m just nervous,” you admit.

“No reason to be. You’ll be great and Tadashi will love it, you know that,” Kei reassures you. 

In theory, you did know that. If you really thought about it, you knew that. The evidence backs it up, the reciprocation in excitement backs it up, and yet you can’t help but doubt the ideas that have been swarming your head since that night. 

The entire walk to Tadashi’s feels heavy, steps dragging, bag weighted, Kei’s hand in yours evident. So many thoughts are taking place in your head. You try to rid them, but you can’t. The conversation from that night is on repeat in your mind. Maybe it’s a good thing, maybe it’ll make you more decisive, maybe the repetition will hammer in these clouded thoughts. 

You thought that the first time coming back felt weird, but coming back the second time comes with a mix of eerie comfort and looming taboo. 

It’s a blur, really, Tadashi answering the door, inviting you inside. You remember the small things like taking off your shoes and placing them neatly next to the spot that you used to every single day and when you shake your head no at Tadashi politely asking if you want a glass of water or cup of tea. The rest of it is lost, second to the anticipation and the thought in the back of your mind to book it out the front door.

You are sitting on the couch. Kei is sitting next to you. Somehow everything in your head is talking at once and they’re your thoughts, but you can’t make out a single one. 

You want to just skip to the part of the night that doesn’t feel like this anymore - fidgeting just to calm your nerves, the three of you sitting in a small circle like a meeting with stale coffee, no eye contact, barely allowing yourself to breathe. Kei’s hand hovers over to yours, slowly, trying not to bring attention to itself, not for his sake or even Tadashi’s, but for yours. His grasp wraps around your fidgeting fingers, his intertwining with yours like they were meant to be there. 

In a matter of seconds, you catch Tadashi’s eyes as they flicker from the intertwined hands in your lap to your eyes back to your hands and then down at his own. You can’t get a long enough look at his face to see the emotion, but you don’t really need a long look to tell you that Tadashi is feeling more nervous than you are now, as if that’s even possible.

How hard would this have been without Kei sitting here right next to you? Without Kei throughout this entire process? Tadashi doesn’t have that, doesn’t get the sweet hand hold or the supportive presence. He deserves it, though. 

You take the first step, hands shaking, breath unsteady as you stand up and move towards Tadashi. You don’t know what to say once you are right in front of him, so you opt for silence. Instead, you take this time to regulate your breathing and focus on the emotions in Tadashi’s face that you couldn’t find before.

All of the doubt that you had last night (and a few seconds ago, for that matter) is fading away. Now that he’s sitting here in front of you, now that you can see the soft features on his face, can feel Kei’s assuring presence behind you, can watch the way that Tadashi waits for your next sentence, patient and attentive. Your hand moves slowly as you reach to cup Tadashi’s face, directing his attention and testing the waters. 

Banging against your sternum, your heart feels like it’s going to burst out of your chest. It doesn’t calm on contact or when Tadashi leans into the touch ever so slightly and it gets much worse when the words tumble out of your mouth. You can’t help them, seeing how pretty Tadashi looks in front of you, getting flashbacks from last week, remembering how good he was for you.

“Can I kiss you?”

You don't know if this sentence takes Kei by surprise, don’t dare to look back or show an ounce of hesitation in front of Tadashi. Besides, at this moment, you’re more concerned about Tadashi, the way you can see the emotions clearly now, but you still can’t read them very well for the sake of how fast they’re changing. But you can read the nod, though slight, of Tadashi’s head after a beat of contemplation. 

The kiss is sweet, warm. You have to bend down a bit more than you’re anticipating, but that only means you get to tilt his head up, bring his lips closer to yours, thumb gently pushing on the underside of his chin, fingers resting against his neck in a way that you can feel his harsh swallow as soon as you pull away. His eyes are wide, struck with something bordering wonderment, and you are drinking it in. 

This has to be exactly what Kei felt like on the night that started it all. 

There’s a surge of confidence for the first time since your last visit, like it’s no longer testing the waters, because you know exactly why the three of you are here. You’re not sure that Tadashi knows, but somehow that makes you feel even more assured, like he’s depending on you to guide him through the night. 

And it really does feel like history repeating itself.

Still, it doesn’t matter how much you see yourself in Tadashi right now and how that means that if he is you then you would be Kei and how you know that if Kei were standing where you’re standing right now, things would unfold a lot differently. Despite the lingering pressure of this new role you’re embodying, you have to ask.

It comes out sweet, warm like the kiss you shared moments ago. “You’re okay with all of this?”

Tadashi’s nod is a touch more certain than the previous, but you follow it up nonetheless. “And it’s alright that I don’t keep asking if it’s alright?” you ask. He nods again. “If something is getting too much or you’re starting to feel uncomfortable, just say yellow.” God, saying it aloud brings you back. You remember that Kei had started touching you, kissing you at this point, but all you want to do is stare at Tadashi, see the understanding and attention. “If something is too much and you want to stop immediately, then say red and we’ll stop, make sure you’re okay.” 

He nods again, but not one curt nod like the rest of them, more desperate, repetitive, like he wants you to stop talking, not because he doesn’t care, but because he knows what’s ahead and he wants it to come faster. You give in, moving your hand down his shoulder, leaning in to press your lips against his ear. “If you can’t breathe, mouth full, can’t verbally communicate, just 3 nice hard taps against me or Kei and we’ll stop.”

A whimper slips out from between his teeth in lieu of a nod, but you want to hear it in stumbling confirmation. “Understand?” mhm “Say it. Need to hear you say it, Dashi.” 

“Yea- I mean, yea, yes. I understand.”

You stand up straight, towering over top of Tadashi. “I’m in control tonight.” You’re not sure how Kei looks behind you, taller than you, you know that, but you wonder if his height makes you look less in control than you feel. You wonder if his facial expression is making Tadashi doubt your dominance over the situation. You didn’t really talk about this, Kei and you, not in detail, not about power dynamics. Truthfully, if you had, you’re not sure you would be in this position right now.

It’s comfortable for you to be right between Kei and Tadashi in the order of power, but to declare that you’re in control, not just of Tadashi, but just in general, it’s stepping out of your comfort zone. 

“Y-You?” Tadashi asks innocently enough, eyes flitting from you to just behind you where you know that Kei is standing. Part of you, the safe part, wants to quiet down, wait for Kei to answer for you, to either protect you or scoff at the notion. That part of you doesn’t win. 

Rather, you bend down again, eyes level with Tadashi’s. “If that’s a problem, I can leave instead.”

“No, it’s not- I’m not- I didn’t- I’m sorry!” he starts immediately.

“Don’t question me again or I’ll leave,” you repeat. 

“I won’t. I won’t.” Tadashi says, not a promise, but you believe it like one. 

You turn around, look up at Kei. There’s still that voice inside of you looking for his permission, for his approval. You don’t think that will ever go away. This little voice inside of you comes through in the form of a silent question. If it were anyone else on the receiving end you’d think it’d get lost in translation. Am I doing okay?

“What do you want me to do?” Kei asks plainly, unwavering, like it’s not completely left field for him to be asking you for direction. It’s the perfect answer to your question. 

You’re not exactly sure how you’re going to get through this night. You’re exhausted already and you haven’t even really given a command yet. You figure, however, that the best mantra to get you through the night is to just continue to ask for things that you really want. What do you want him to do? 

You go with your first instinct and though your voice isn’t as strong as you want it to be, it feels good leaving your mouth. “I want you to carry me upstairs, want Tadashi to follow. And I want to be placed nicely on the bed.”

Kei moves immediately, hoisting you up and letting you wrap your arms around his neck. There’s no hesitance to just doing what he’s told. You assume, for now at least, that it’s because the tasks aren’t too demanding or degrading. You’ll be waiting for backlash for the rest of the night. 

You don’t have to direct any of the demands to Tadashi. He hears you and he listens, waiting just enough time to give you a breath of space and then following you like a puppy. By the time Tadashi enters the room, Kei is placing you, exactly as you asked, nice and gentle on the bed. 

It’s so much different than normal. Kei is always attentive, always makes sure that you’re taken care of, but it’s so different . His hands follow your body as he lies you down, making sure that there is a cushion of his palm between each inch and the bed as it comes in contact. God, you wish you could feel it on your skin. 

“Am I allowed to kiss you?” Kei asks. You can’t detect any amount of snide smirk or tone, have to take it as sincere despite months and months of experiences screaming in your head. Your stomach is in knots and you want to say yes just because he asked, but making him wait feels like it’ll have a better payoff in the end. 

“Not yet,” you say, low like a whisper. It’s not loud enough for Tadashi to hear, not meant to show your dominance or prove yourself. It’s a moment just for you and Kei. His eyebrows raise and then furrow, a remark starts to bubble, but he shuts it down before it reaches his throat. You don’t know where Tadashi is, but you don’t care either. You’re following your wants, pushing your fingertips through Kei’s blonde locks and making soft fists. “I want you to want it more.”

You let go quickly, as soon as it’s about to elicit a response, and then you press on his shoulders with the heel of your palm, digging your fingernails into the tops just hard enough for him to really feel it . As soon as he’s stood up, standing at the foot of the bed, so familiarly over top of you, you ask, “Aren’t you going to ask me what else I want?”

He swallows the alternative response and asks just that, “What do you want now, (y/n)?”

You hook your fingers into your waistband. Both Kei’s and Tadashi’s eyes follow the movement as you push your shorts and panties down to your ankles. They’re still dangling off of one of your ankles after you maneuver one foot out of one side, spreading your legs apart and realizing just how bold you’re being tonight. 

You hadn’t realized, though, how wet you had gotten from just a few small actions. It was a mix of the newfound control and the way that they were both listening to you so well. It was the possibilities of tonight and how Kei, right now, was about to do whatever came out of your mouth. 

“I want you to eat me out,” you say. You could’ve stopped there, short and sweet, but the words tumble out and you don’t regret them one bit, “Want you to say please and thank you. You don’t do that very often.” Kei’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t talk back.

“And I want Tadashi to watch,” you say to Kei and then turn to face Tadashi, “I want you to watch. Like last time.” You glance down to the small tent in Tadashi’s pants, let your eyes linger as an added explanation. “Just like last time. Do you understand?” Your tone is a mixture, a condescending softness. 

Tadashi lifts his hand, brings it steadily down to his bulge, but hesitates before touching himself through the fabric. “Now?” he asks. 

You give a small laugh, “The show hasn’t even started yet, but yes, if you’re that desperate.” 

You don’t know how quickly Tadashi is to start to touch himself because Kei hooks his arms underneath your legs and pulls your pussy against his mouth in one motion. You keep repeating to yourself that you’re in control. You have to keep reminding yourself or you would, probably instantaneously, slip back into doing whatever Kei wanted you to do.

Actually, even while you’re repeating to yourself that you’re in control, every part of you wants to close your eyes, lay back, and just let Kei do whatever he wants to do, and you know that tonight is all about what you want, but this is a once in a lifetime experience and you’re going to take advantage of it. You grab a fistful of Kei’s hair, pulling his head away from you in a way that surprises both of you.

“Say please.” It’s not nearly as cocky and confident and strong as you want it to be. In fact, it’s followed by an airy laugh from yourself because it’s so out of place. “Kei, baby, say please.”

“Please.” It’s not nearly as pleasing and desperate and appreciative as you want it to be. You cock your head. 

“That doesn’t sound like you really want to eat me out,” you furrow your eyebrows. You tighten your fist in his hair. “So say please.”

His eyes widen and he groans at your harsh grip, “Please, can I eat you out?”

“I still feel like you don’t really want to taste me, baby. I feel like you don’t want to bury your face in between my legs and eat me until I come all over your face.” You’re talking down to him now and the confidence is building in your chest as you watch his facial expressions shift. His mouth is basically watering. “I know you want that, so why don’t you ask really nicely and maybe I’ll let you.”

The pleasing, desperate, appreciative tone that you wanted is there and, with it, a bit of embarrassment to have to ask for something you usually beg for. “I- Please, can I please eat you out? I want to taste you and eat you, please.” His voice is more timid than you’ve ever heard it and it’s making your stomach flutter more than how close he is to you.

“You’re gonna make me come all over your pretty face, aren’t you?” you ask, slowly pulling his face towards your pussy. He’s moving with you, mouth opening as he gets centimeters away, but you stop him. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” he nods, trying to finish the motion and bury his face in between your legs.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I’m going to make you come,” he mumbles. You can see just how much he wants to skip this part, but you’re having so much fun.

“Where am I going to come?” you smirk.

“All over my face,” Kei answers, knowing full well he’s not giving you the answer that you want.

“All… over… your…,” you say slowly, tilting his face upwards to look you directly in the eyes, watching the warmth spread across his features.

“Gonna make you come all over my pretty face,” Kei finally finishes.

“Now say please,” you tease.

“Please,” he says quickly.

“Pretty please?” you push on.

“Pretty please, fuck, (y/n), please let me eat you out. Please. I need to fucking eat you out. I need to feel your come on my tongue, need to taste it, need to please you and feel your thighs against my cheeks. Pretty please,” he spews, hoping that this time he actually gets to do what he’s been wanting to do since he knelt between your legs.

The last thing he sees before being pulled into your pussy is your huge smile. “Good boy, see, that wasn’t too hard.”

Between your legs, Kei has some ounce of control. He knows exactly what he’s doing and how to make you squirm and even though he had to say please a million times to get here and will have to stop when you say stop and follow your orders as you give them, until then, he gets to do whatever he wants. 

There’s no teasing, no build up. You’re so wet, dripping from teasing him and the control you felt with Tadashi. Kei doesn’t let a drop go to waste, running the flat of his tongue between your lips and prodding at your hole with the tip of his tongue. He doesn’t want to waste another second without his tongue deep inside of your tight little hole.

He fucks his tongue in and out of you, pressing his face as hard into you as he can in an attempt to get his tongue so deep inside you. You help as much as you can, both hands at the back of his head, pulling and tugging at his hair, clawing at his neck and back and as far down as you can reach. He knows how sensitive your hole is, feels it quivering against his tongue. 

He knows your body better than you do, knows exactly how to make you come. After all of the teasing you did, all of the talk, he can’t think of anything he wants more than to make you come as quickly as possible.

You weren’t going to stop him. 

“Holy fuck, Kei, oh my god.”

His lips are moving against your clit as he tries to fuck his tongue into you deeper. He’s moving his entire face, the tip of his tongue harsh against your hole as his nose nudges against your clit. The motions are perfectly repetitive just like he knows you like it. The louder that your moans get and the harder that you start to squirm and the tighter your hands grip, the more motivated Kei is. “Gonna, fuck, I’m gonna come all over your pretty face,” you tell him between moans.

Your core is tightening and your body is convulsing, but you can’t let go. You need to hear him. He needs to tell you. You want him to tell you. “Kei, fuck, tell me. Please, tell me. Let me come, please. Please.” There is no remorse, not even after the fact. Part of that comes with the lack of snide remarks or tone from Kei, the other part comes with just how close you are and how hard you’re about to fall.

“Come, baby, come all over my pretty face, please, please come for me. Please come all over my pretty face,” he says against your pussy, but you can hear each word so clearly. That’s all it takes for you to come undone. You let go, head hitting the mattress harshly as you grab onto his hair even harder. His name is the only thing coming out of your mouth, the only thing on your mind until it isn’t.

“Again, again, again,” you say, repeating as you nod at him.

He listens instantly, diving back between your legs and continuing to eat you out. He doesn’t have to tell you to come the second time or the third or the fourth. You let them roll over you like waves, coming as soon as your body allows you to. 

“Okay, okay, fuck, okay, that’s enough,” you breathe. He doesn’t stop, driven by the pure bliss in the reactions you’ve given him and the way that you dropped control for a passing moment. He wants to feel it again, taking control from you. You almost let him. “Fuck, Kei, enough,” you repeat, more stern this time. 

He lifts his head from between your legs, face a mess, hair tangled, breath ragged. “What do you say?” you ask, not even letting him compose himself before responding. 

“Thank you,” he says, and honestly, he looks just as grateful as the labored appreciation sounds. 

You push yourself up despite how much you want to just sit with Kei’s warm cheek against the fat of your thigh and despite how tired you are from everything that just happened and despite how you want to hear Kei thank you forever. “Kei, get him prepped for me, yea?” You miss the initial reaction from Tadashi, only catch the end of his attempts to compose himself and the lasting redness on his cheekbones. You don’t say another word until you’ve made it to the doorframe. “Dashi, Kei’s in charge while I’m gone, listen good, okay?”

You catch the faintest glimpse of Kei’s smirk as he stands tall once again, making his way over to the corner of the room that Tadashi was frozen in. The second that you’re out of view, you let yourself breathe, let your shoulders slump and your legs wobble as much as they want. You grab your bag that you left at the front door and change in the familiar bathroom closest to the top of the stairs. 

You went all out, decided that if you were going to do this, you were going to do this right. The thick main harness was just one part of the intricate buckles, straps, and fasteners. You had tried it on before, the first time that you got it. Kei helped you put it on, tightened the straps and moved each piece so it fit snug and comfortable. 

The top belt sits on your waist, thick faux leather straps with buckles on each side adorned to a ring that rests on your stomach. The second set of straps holds the main ring in place, two fasteners tightly fit against your hips. You slide the dildo into the ring before tightening the straps to your liking. It’s heavy between your legs, thick and lengthy, deceivingly lifelike to the touch and eye. 

As you’re putting the finishing touches onto your look, fixing the harness and making sure that everything is exactly as you want it to be, the soft and subtle noises that you’ve been hearing from the other room become louder. The noises quickly fill the entire upstairs. You’re sure at this point that Kei has asked Tadashi not to hold back, has told him explicitly not to. 

There is a lot of gratitude coming from Tadashi and only as he’s practically screaming can you hear what he’s thanking Kei for. 

“Thank you for getting me ready for (y/n),” Tadashi cries. “Feels so good, so good, fingers feel so good thank you, Kei.”

It sends a shiver down your spine, the amount of desperation and the sincerity of the thank you.

You gently press open the cap to the lube, letting a stream of the cool liquid coat the top side of the silicone cock. You use your thumb and palm to spread it over the skin, twisting your wrist and slathering the slick liquid all over, pouring a generous amount on the tip and watching it drip from the head. You know that it’s not really yours, that it’s not actually attached to you, that you don’t feel from it, and yet, as you push your hips forward, as the cock slides between the hole you’ve created with your fist, your core feels warm and you let out a small moan. 

The walk back to the room feels like a mile. You know that the two of them are undoubtedly too enthralled in their own actions right now to notice you at the door. It’s not a bad thing though. You get to watch for a few moments. They don’t know you’re there, aren’t acting in any sort of way for an audience or praise. 

Tadashi has taken your spot. His legs are high in the air, held up by his hands grasped around his ankles. Kei holds a bottle of lube in one hand and is fucking 4 fingers into Tadashi’s hole with the other. 

Tadashi’s cock, rock hard and angrily red, is slapping against his stomach every time that Kei’s fingers bottom out. The back of his head is pressed into the mattress so hard, but his eyes are trained on Kei, bottom lip quivering whenever involuntary noises weren’t tumbling from them, sheets bunched up against sweaty palms. 

You could’ve watched this all night. You’re sure that if you hadn’t interrupted them they would’ve continued all night, partially because you didn’t give them instruction to stop, but also because the determination and joy in Kei’s demeanor matches Tadashi’s desperation perfectly. There’s something about Kei’s actions that makes it incomparable to how he acts with you, something about the fact that even though he’s in control, he’s just following directions. 

“Is he ready?” you ask, followed by an observation, “Looks like you’re just doing this for him now.”

They’re startled at your voice, immediately taken out of the intense moment that the two of them were in, but there’s no disdain for the deprivation of the transfixion. The only word to describe the look on their faces is gawking. There is less surprise in Kei’s given he’s seen you in it before, but that doesn’t stop the harsh swallow or the dwelling gaze over your chest, down to your waist, following the straps. 

Tadashi isn’t as subtle. His face is bright red, blushing, gasping for air from just being stretched. He pushes up from the bed, props himself on his elbows, and just stares. You can practically feel his heartbeat from where you’re standing in the doorway. “Is that for me?” he asks, void of the confidence the question deserves, tongue wetting his lips. 

You walk over, agonizingly slow, cock in hand. “Why don’t you turn around and I’ll show you?”

By the time you’ve made it to the edge of the bed, Tadashi has scrambled over himself and gotten on all fours, as if any delay would result in you giving up on the notion. You climb onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress as you take in the sight before you. Tadashi looks rigid, not knowing when the next order or movement is coming, eyes forward on the pale wall. 

The second that the soft skin of your palms comes into contact with his hips, he melts into you, pushing back into your touch. His shoulders slump, head falls down, staring at the comforter below him instead. “Is this alright? Are you ready?” you ask, leaving one palm resting on his hip, but using the other hand to guide the tip of the dripping dildo against Tadashi’s stretched hole. 

The answer is evident in the urgency of his whimpers and the desperation in his reactions, but you need to hear it coming out of his mouth. “I’m not going to fuck you until you tell me you’re ready for it,” you clarify. 

“Yes, yes, I’m ready, please,” Tadashi answers. 

“Good boy.” There’s only a second between the finishing of your praise and you pressing your hips forward. It’s slow, but the pace is necessary no matter how badly you want to watch him take it all right this instant. You’re using your hand to guide the thick cock into Tadashi’s tight hole. You don’t need to physically feel it to know how tight it is, to see the rim swallowing the dildo. 

The moans and whimpers have ceased, replaced by labored breaths and diffused whines. You’d ask him questions, try to elicit some sort of verbal reply to the process, but he looks so focused on taking your cock. Still, you guide him through it, not just with the small kneading that you’re doing into his hip and the slow pace you’ve adapted, but with small coos of appreciation. “You’re doing so great, Dashi, fuck. It looks so good back here, you taking my nice thick cock just like that.” 

As soon as you don’t need your hand to guide the dildo, you lace it into Tadashi’s hair. It’s so soft. You can barely grasp any of it, can’t reach until he picks his head up and pushes it back into your hand. You feel disgustingly powerful now, hand weaved into Tadashi’s hair, slowly thrusting in and out of Tadashi’s ass. 

It takes a few beats for Tadashi to fully stretch around the girth of your cock, but with every gentle fuck into him, his whines turn back into whimpers which turn into throaty moans. “Can I go faster now?” you ask with a genuine softness. “Can you handle it?” with less genuine softness. He nods, choking out a few yeses amongst the noises.

You reward him with praise once again, “Good boy, huh, Tadashi? Are you my good boy?” You punctuate the question with a hard thrust, your hips meeting his ass in one fluid motion. His hair is tugged by your harsh grip and, with it, his lax body every time that you pull your hips away. 

He’s putty in your hand, malleable. The harder that you fuck him, the louder his moans get, the more power you feel. “Fuck, Dashi, it’s like I can fucking feel how pathetic you are squeezing my goddamn cock. So tight, so fucking perfect.” Your hips are on fire from repeatedly slamming into him, your palms are so sweaty that you can barely get a good grip, resorting to using your nails to anchor in place instead. Praise keeps falling out of your mouth so quickly that you’re not even sure what you’re saying half the time. It’s fast and you’re in control and he’s listening to you and you’re so drunk with this feeling. 

You can’t stop ramming into him, glad, actually, for once that you can’t feel how good Tadashi’s tight hole is squeezing your cock. It lets you fuck him relentlessly, no worry in the world about stamina even if your glutes and core are on fire from the constant motion. You don’t want to stop, can’t, not with how fucking perfect he looks, not with how fucking obedient he’s being. 

“I know you just want to be good, Dashi, fuck, we’ll teach you to be good, you’re being so good,” you moan. 

It’s like you’re a completely different person here, so vastly different than the last time you were in this bedroom. You don’t miss it, not even a little bit. Well… at least not at this exact moment. 

With no word from you, Kei has just been standing there, behind you, just watching . All of your attention is on Tadashi, soaking in his noises and body language, you’ve barely even noticed Kei. One quick glance over your shoulder and you can see how mesmerized he looks taking it all in, seeing you in this new element. You see the bulge in his pants, the little satisfaction that he is getting from his own palm. After doing so much already, he deserves better than what he’s giving himself now. 

“Do what you do best, Kei. Abuse his throat,” you command, trying to keep a steady voice through your wandering thoughts and thrusts. You don’t have to ask him twice, barely have to finish the three word demand and he’s walking around to the other side of the bed. 

He gets to see the side that you don’t get to see, the mouth agape and wet lashes. All that you get to see is the smirk that plagues the bottom half of Kei’s face as soon as Tadashi is in view. Your thrusts are slower now, but still at a steady enough pace to appreciate the subtle ripples in the fat of Tadashi’s ass, letting Kei get a good hold on the situation, giving up just a small fraction of your control so that Kei can have his way with Tadashi. 

You offer a bit of advice as Kei is undoing his buckle. “It’s easy to pleasure Kei,” you breathe, “You just let him do whatever he wants to you.” You can practically feel Tadashi tighten around you. 

“Open,” Kei says as soon as his cock is exposed to the air. “Wider than that, Tadashi, don’t insult me.” Both of Kei’s hands are braced on either side of Tadashi’s face as Kei pushes the tip of his cock past Tadashi’s lips. “Just like that, good.” Kei’s voice is monotonous, if only a bit condescending. “Keep that hole nice and tight for me.”

You watch Tadashi shiver as he drinks up every single word. Tadashi has been on the reciprocating end of Kei’s smart mouth before, but not like this. Even the last time he was in this room with the two of you, the directions that he was following only affected himself. Tadashi knows how poor he’s been at pleasing you in the past and he really just wants to be good, wants to listen and learn.

Kei shallowly thrusts in and out of Tadashi’s mouth, the head of his cock repeatedly slipping past Tadashi’s wet lips. “Use that slutty fucking tongue, Tadashi. You’re not doing anything, just sitting there getting railed, the least you could do is move your tongue.” Kei lets his head fall back, something evidently changing in the technique that Tadashi is using. “Good.”

The more that Kei seems to be enjoying it, the deeper his thrusts go, the faster his pace. It doesn’t take long for Kei to start using Tadashi like he uses you. If Tadashi didn’t look like he was enjoying himself as much as he did, pushing back onto your cock, whimpering and gagging around Kei’s, you would have stopped and taken his place. 

He couldn’t make you come for years, even as you tried to guide him, begged him as you cried out instructions, but there was something so different about the way he’s going down on Kei. 

You had directed him in the past, nudged his face where you wanted it to be, wrapped your legs around his neck to pull him deeper, but none of it mattered. He just couldn’t make you come. 

But there was something so distinctly different about the way Kei was treating Tadashi. There was no begging or asking, and directing wasn’t the right word, neither was guiding. Kei now has a commanding hold of Tadashi’s face, one hand on either side as he moves Tadashi’s mouth up and down his cock. His hips are still, letting Tadashi’s head bob through the complete motion. 

When Kei’s methods catch your eye, you can’t help but stop to take it in, no longer watching the ripples in his skin as your hips meet his ass, now watching it unfold from this angle, from behind Tadashi, your cock engulfed by his tight hole.

Kei’s long fingers bracket Tadashi’s face, pushing into his jaw, neck, cheek, wherever he could reach, and wherever he needed to adjust to get the most perfect angle. It’s mesmerizing. 

And it’s so different from the way he handles you. Sometimes he holds your face like that, moves you so agonizingly slow on his length that your throat will hurt for days after, but there’s always an amount of trust. 

This in front of you? The way that Kei is so meticulously moving Tadashi, the way that he’s leaving nothing up to assumption or interpretation, this is Kei teaching. 

He’s wordless about it, doesn’t teach Tadashi through verbal instructions or lengthy explanations, he just shows him exactly what he wants. It’s almost more condescending than if Kei was talking down to him in a way, like he’s too stupid to understand what he means, so he can only show him. 

You don’t think Tadashi catches this or thinks this far or has any thoughts at all right now other than controlling his breathing and every single muscle in his mouth and throat. It’s not a normal state of being, you know that well. 

You catch a glimpse of Kei’s face, manage to pull your attention away from the thick cock splitting Tadashi open and Kei’s strong hands on Tadashi’s jaw. His face is strewn with pleasure and concentration. You don’t normally get to watch Kei from this angle nor this intently. You watch his eyebrows furrow together, his jaw clench between slow exhales, his features soften and his eyes flutter close every once and awhile. You’re cursing yourself for never having filmed the two of you having sex. You would watch this on repeat if you could.

“Kei,” you breathe, ready to repeat yourself on account of how quiet his name is in comparison to the lewd sounds that are bouncing off the walls. Kei looks up at you immediately with an air of confusion, waiting for another command or instruction. When nothing else comes, he doesn’t break eye contact like you thought he might. He’s not paying attention to Tadashi save for the mindless thrusting. “God, you look so good right now.”

He clicks his tongue at the compliment, shaking his head a small amount before returning his focus, looking back down almost quick enough to hide the subtle blush on his cheekbones. You don’t force him to look back at you, though you know that you could, but you still want to have some sort of contact with him. You are becoming increasingly aware of how much you want to be where Tadashi is and how much you want to feel Kei’s skin on yours.

Tadashi’s voice pulls you out of it, the repetition of your name that follows his gasping for air. “Want, want to- So good- Need to come,” Tadashi manages to get out in between harsh swallows and intakes of air. 

“Not yet.” It comes out of your mouth without any thought and you realize why Kei does this so often. The sense of power that comes alongside controlling Tadashi’s orgasm is mindblowing. Even if he came right now, didn’t listen to you at all, you would have rode this high for weeks. 

Tadashi does listen, though. He whimpers a small okay before Kei starts using his throat again. You claw your fingernails into his hips, pressing hard enough to leave small indents in his soft skin, and you pull him onto your cock to match your thrusts. “Look at that, see, you didn’t need to cum, not yet, Dashi, being such a good boy.”

Kei only gets to fuck Tadashi’s throat for a few moments before Tadashi is pulling away once again. “I- I can’t hold it any longer, please,” Tadashi’s voice cracks as he begs. “Please.” You pull out in one motion leaving Tadashi gaping and empty in front of you. 

“Then come, Tadashi,” you say in a tone that is eerily as condescending as Kei’s. You run your hands down Tadashi’s side, grabbing onto his ass and spreading him open as wide as you can. “If you can’t hold it, then cum.”

Tadashi is thrusting into the air. “I- I can’t.”

“You’ve come without touching yourself before,” your voice is stern but steady at first, but as you keep thinking about it, there is a simmering underlying anger that is emerging. “Sat right there on the corner of the bed and came in your pants like a pathetic little cuck.”

You grab Tadashi by the shoulder, flipping him over onto his back. “Kei, pillow under his head so he can look at me while I’m fucking talking to him.” Kei doesn’t hesitate for a second, puts the pillow underneath Tadashi’s head so that his line of sight is directly at your face, eyes narrowed as you continue. 

“When no one is paying attention to you, when you’re watching your ex get railed and satisfied in a way that you never could, you lose your mind. You’ll shoot your load, make a fucking mess all over yourself, but when I’m here giving you everything that you could ever want, you can’t fucking come?”

You positioned yourself between Tadashi’s legs, the head of the dildo grazing his hole. “What? When Kei tells you to do it you can, but when I tell you to come after pounding my fat fucking cock in and out of you, you can’t? Do you know how fucking pathetic that is?” 

Tadashi’s chest is rising and falling faster, his breath is labored and he’s not breaking eye contact with you. You can tell just how close he is.

“I won’t tell you again. Instead, I’ll just fucking leave. Come. Now.” You wrap your hand around his throat, leaning your weight into your grip as his face scrunches up in ecstasy. His lips are moving, but no sound is coming out and only when you ease up on your grip can you hear the gratitude that he’s repeating in between the grunts.

His come spills from the head of his cock, lazily dripping down the sides of his rock hard erection and down his twitching balls. He’s struggling to keep his hands at his side and not jerk himself off through his orgasm. 

“Is that all it took?” you scoff, pressing the head of the dildo against his asshole, catching some of his come as it drips down. “Still hard though, right, Dashi? Still want to get fucked?” You don’t give him time to answer before pushing your hips forward, slowly spearing him with your cock as tears fall from his eyes.

“Yes, fuck, please, I want to come again,” Tadashi begs, eyes not leaving yours. 

“Greedy,” you shake your head, but you can’t hide your smirk as you pick up the pace. In this position you get to watch his face as you ruin him. The tears that are running down his face, wetting his cheeks and long lashes, just make it that much hotter. His cock is slapping against his stomach as thrust in and out of him.

It doesn’t take long before his breaths are closer together, back is arching, hips rolling, and he’s nodding in your direction. “I- I’m already so close. Can- I need- I want-.”

“What do you want? Tell me and I’ll give it to you. You’ve been so good, came for me without anything but my voice, took Kei’s cock so well, just tell me what you want,” you say.

No one has touched his cock all night, covered in his own come, violently twitching against himself as it slaps against his stomach. 

His eyes are screwed shut, thrusting up into nothing, consequently fucking himself on your cock, you’re sure that he’s going to ask to touch himself. In your mind, there’s no other option, nothing that he would feel comfortable enough asking for. 

It leaves his mouth so confidently. He trusts you so much, knows that you wouldn’t have said it if it wasn’t true, so he asks for exactly what he wants and he’s so assured as he does. 

“Want Tsukki’s mouth on my cock.”

You look up to see Kei’s reaction, refuse to do it if there is any sort of discomfort or distaste, but there’s nothing of the sort. He gives a short nod, a nod that Tadashi is too fucked out to notice. You don’t slow your pace or allow a falter in your rhythm as you watch Kei climb onto the bed. He’s gentle as he takes Tadashi’s cock into his mouth, captures the head first, swirling his tongue around the tip before taking the entire length. Kei doesn’t seem to struggle much, easily takes it to the base.

Tadashi is surprised despite the fact that he’s the one that asked for it so nicely. His eyes flutter shut, truly taking in every single feeling and sensation that is happening to him right now. Tadashi’s hips are thrusting up into Kei’s mouth now, moaning as he slides down Kei’s throat and then falls down onto your cock. 

“Gonna- Can I? Please,” Tadashi can barely say more than two words at a time, but you know exactly what he’s asking for. 

“Go ahead, Dashi, come, you deserve it.” 

As soon as you say the word, he’s coming down Kei’s throat. You watch it drip from the corners of Kei’s mouth as Tadashi keeps thrusting desperately. Tadashi is thanking you and thanking Kei and mumbling other words that you can’t quite pick up. His hands are roaming, trying to find a place to land. One finds a spot lightly on Kei’s shoulder and you meet the other hand with your own, locking your fingers with his as he holds onto you through his orgasm.

Kei waits for Tadashi to calm down before pulling his head off of his cock. Kei wipes his lips and you can tell there's a smart comment that wants to come out so badly, but he doesn’t get the chance to say it. 

“Thank you,” Tadashi says, eyes shutting every other second. You’re surprised that he’s still awake after two back-to-back orgasms like that. His eyebrows furrow and he perks up just a little bit, “but, wait, what about- what about you guys?”

You shake your head, carefully getting up from the bed, cautious not to disturb Tadashi as Kei gently positions him more comfortably in bed. You unbuckle the straps on your harness, taking it off and stepping out of it. You feel so light without the extra weight between your legs.

You manage to get in bed before Kei reaches for the covers and extra blankets. “This wasn’t about us,” you assure Tadashi. “Thank you for letting us in and for trusting us enough to do this again.” You feel the mattress dip behind you as Kei climbs underneath the covers he’s laid on top of the two of you. 

In the morning there will be more to say, more conversations to be had, boundaries to set and feelings to talk out, but for now… for now you are happily in bed, surrounded and warm, and you know that your company is too. 

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TsukiYamaKageHina~Praise Kink

Summary:

Tsuki really would do anything for Yams, especially for his birthday.

Ao3 Tags:

Praise Kink, Kinktober, Kinktober 2021, Foursome - M/M/M/M, They're Third Years, Captain Yamaguchi Tadashi, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Yamaguchi Tadashi Deserves ALL the Love, Demiromantic Tsukishima Kei, Pan Hinata Shouyou, Birthday Sex, Face-Fucking, Deepthroating, Spitroasting, Polyamory Negotiations, Biting, Marking, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation

Notes:

Put their third-year heights somewhere between Pre-and Post-Timeship so here's the comparison to see just how small Hinata still looks.

“So let me get this straight?” Kageyama sighs as he stares blank-faced at the tall blonde in front of him. “Next week is Yamaguchi’s birthday and instead of getting him like a hoodie or a book or something, you want us to help fulfill his fantasy of a first-year, now third-year, foursome?” 

“Or just a movie night where I’m not a sarcastic asshole if his anxiety nopes out.” Tsukishima nods, looking as annoyed as ever. “Trust me, King, I don’t like this any more than you do, but it’s a big birthday and with us graduating in March, it could be our last chance so what do you think?” 

Kageyama just sighs again, refusing to look next to him where Hinata is practically vibrating out of his skin in excitement while staring at his taller boyfriend. “He’s making the face isn’t he?”

“The stupid one? Yes, but that’s his normal face. What’s new about it?” Tsukishima smirks, snickering when Hinata calls him a meanie.

“The ‘I told you so’ one. He’s been badgering me since last year that you two have been looking at us differently, but you’ve always looked away by the time I looked over.” Kageyama explains, looking not happy to be proven wrong.

Tsukishima’s eyes widen behind his glasses and he readjusts them to hide the sudden tint in his cheeks. “Oh. You noticed?” 

“You guys weren’t exactly subtle, Tsukki.” Hinata snickers. “EvenI noticed, and I admit I’m pretty dense.” 

“Yes. Yes, you are.” Kageyama smirks. 

“You,” Tsukishima smirks right back. “Are no better. It was physically painful watching you two try to flirt and justnot get it . Thank god Sugawara finally got sick of it at graduation and just told you both or one of us would have lost it.”

The team idiots look away in embarrassment but don’t deny it. 

“Whatever.” Kageyama eventually mumbles before looking back up seriously. “So what would be the plan? A one-time thing to get you boyfriend of the century? A four-person friends with benefits scenario? Or are one or both of you actually looking to date one or both of us?

Tsukishima raises a smug eyebrow, smirking. “Smart questions, your highness. I feel no particular way in the matter, whatever makes Yams happy, and if something happens well expect a small crisis, but we’ll talk it out. I may not seem it, but I have gotten better at talking about stuff if it’s important. You’re both aesthetically pleasing enough, but my feelings require a lot more than just a pretty face. ...Fuck it. Mine’s a lot of trauma-induced trust issues, but my personality really hasn’t changed from before that besides being a little meaner so I think Kuroo called it Demi?”

“Oh! I know that one!” Hinata grins, waving his hand in the air like he’s answering a question in calls. “Kenma is, too! There needs to be a strong emotional relationship and foundation of trust and stuff, right?!” 

Tsukishima blinks in surprise but nods at the small tangerine. “Yeah, that’s the one. Point is, don’t expect much out of me for a while if ever if anything does happen with Yams. As for Yams, I know he finds both of you “so hot and adorable” and Hinata’s smiles have made him have a few panics, so he might want to? Might be a conversation for after? See how everybody feels?” The blonde shrugs before huffing a little, hating he’s having to be even this open. “...I guess I should ask your thoughts, too?”

The other two players were blushing at hearing what Yams thought of them but looked at each other in silent conversation as though deciding who to go first. Eventually, Hinata rolls his eyes and huffs. 

“You first, Bakageyama. You’re just as bad at emotions as he is so I’m not letting you get out of it by going last.” Hinata reasons, crossing his arms. 

Kageyama scowls at the shorter before seeming to think about how he wants to say this. “...Hinata and I have talked about it before on the off chance he wasn’t imagining things-”

“Hey!”

“-I just don’t want it to come out wrong...the whole team knows I’m terrified of abandonment, that’s why it took so long with Sho. I-.. I actually did know he was flirting, I just didn’t want to screw things up and lose everything again and it would suck even more ‘cause I would completely understand everyone choosing him over me.” Kageyama continues past Hinata’s interjection, leaning into the hug his tiny boyfriend gave him. “I don’t know why I’m saying all of this now.”

“...Probably because I can understand you with something like that?” Tsukishima admits, crossing an arm over his body protectively. “i-I’ll try to refrain from making fun of you.” He huffs, scowling at the ground. 

Kageyama blinks in shock before nodding. “Thanks. ...Anyway, I also find Yams adorable, but kind of cool after he’s stepped up these last two years. So I wouldn’t be against helping with this birthday surprise…” He mumbles the next part into Hinata’s wild orange hair. “And you’re not exactly bad looking.” Leaning into the comfort of his boyfriend praising him for being honest about his feelings.

Tsukishima’s head shoots up in surprise, honestly not expecting that from the King as his ears flush a little. “Oh.” 

Hinata grins, turning around in his still hiding boyfriend’s hold to get his answer in. “Yamaguchi is lucky to have you just so you know.”

It’s now Tsuki’s turn to hide as he burrows into the collar of his tracksuit. “Is he always like this?” He mumbles to Kageyama in embarrassment. 

“Over bearingly determined to make you feel nice? Yes. You get used to it.” Kageyama smiles sappily. 

“Great, two of them.” The blonde sighs, avoiding looking at Hinata. “Anyway, thoughts?”

“Well Yamaguchi is absolutely adorable, and I have no clue how you aren’t constantly kissing his freckles so I volunteer to right this wrong and help spoil him rotten. “ Hinata grins, bouncing slightly in excitement and giggle when this gets a grumpy mumble out of a jostled Kageyama.

Tsukishima can’t hide his fond smile. “I think he would combust if I tried to as much as I actually want to.” 

“Probably, but he’s so cute.” Hinata sighs before looking at Tsukishima again with a small smirk. “And I think I’m now required to join him on team ‘Tall Mean Guys are Stupidly Hot’.”

Tsukishima now looks like he’s ready to combust and one look behind the orange-haired boy reveals Kageyama in a similar state. The smaller boys snickering is what brings them back to their senses as they grumble for him to be quiet. 

“So it’s settled then?” Tsukishima tsks, changing the subject back to its intended focus. “After Yams’ surprised party with the team, we go back to my place under the guise of horror movies and give him the offer when we get there?” 

“Sounds about right.” Kageyama nods.

“I can’t wait!” Hinata cheers. “And if he’s okay with it we’re allowed to date him and maybe eventually you?”

Tsukishima flushes, but nods. “I just ask to be there for any conversation.”

“Of course!” Hinata grins before pointing at the tall blonde. “Until then, prepare to be wooed! I will get both of you if it kills me!” He declares like he’s challenging an opposing team.

Tsukishima makes some sort of dying noise, not at all knowing how to handle other people wanting him so doing what he never thought he’d do and looking to the amused King for help. 

Kageyama snickers but thumps Hinata playfully. “Boke, you’re gonna break him. And what’s with the declaration? You trying to collect all of our year or something?”

Surprisingly this makes Hinata look like he had just been in the car with Sako. “I don’t want to know what Kiyoko would do to me if I even attempted Yachi.”

The other two shudder, though Tsukishima does look a bit confused. “Yachi?”

“Came out as Pan when Kags and I started going out remember?” Hinata raises an eyebrow.

The blonde just looks lost. 

“Genitals are not important. Only that I find then attractive inside and/or out.” Hinata explains.

“Not strictly dickly?” He confirms.

“Not strictly dickly.” Hinata nods.

Tsukishima nods. “Understood. Can’t relate, but understood.”

Hinata chuckles at the awkward blonde before his grin returns. “Well now that that’s figured out, let’s go to practice before your cute boyfriend turns scary. Kags! Come toss to me!” He cheers, running off to the gym. 

“Is he ever not that high energy?” Tsukishima asks as he and Kageyama start following. 

“I can promise you, he will be the last of us done next week so hope Yams has some stamina.” Kagayama chuckles.

Tsukishima’s eyebrows shoot up. “Even after practice and a social event?” 

“The party will only fuel him.” Kageyama deadpans.

“What have I done?” Tsukishima groans, flipping off the now laughing King as Yams’ shouting comes into range. “I’ve doomed my boyfriend to death.”

“Yup, say your last goodbyes...assuming he doesn’t kill us today.” Kageyama laughs, hearing Hinata whine as he’s told to run laps. “He really grew into that captain role, huh?” 

Tsukishima smiles fondly at the freckled boy glaring at him from the door. “That he did.”

“I’ll question the apocalypse of you talking to them later. You’re ten minutes late, and I can’t be picking favorites so start running.” Yamaguchi scolds, pointing after the tangerine-haired boy. 

“You’re so cute when you’re mad,” Tsukishima whispers into Yamaguchi’s ear when he gets close enough.

“If you don’t get running, I’m going to be the sexiest man alive. Go!” Yams orders, trying to hide his blush. 

“Yes, sir,” Tsukishima smirks, reveling in the squeak he hears as he turns to run before he’s roughly pulled back.

“Actually scratch that, get inside. I’ll deal with you later.” The green-haired boy warns, smirking as red spreads down Tsuki’s neck before he’s pushed inside. 

‘I don’t know what hot-headed first-year pissed him off, but someone is getting an extra meat bun.’ Tsukishima flushes even as he starts yelling out instructions to fix blocks. “Stop standing so close to the net, idiot!”

~One Week Later~

“Happy Birthday, Senpai!” Another first-year calls after him on their way out. “Have a good weekend!” He wishes, not noticing the other three third year’s smirk at each other as they continue walking. 

“Thank you again, everyone!” Yamaguchi waves as jogs to keep up with the others. “Don’t forget to lock up!”

“We won’t, Senpai!” Another laughs before the third-years are finally out of earshot.  

Yamaguchi is grinning as he walks between Tsuki and Kageyama. “I can’t believe they did that.” He laughs before looking at Tsuki in mock shock. “And I can’t believe you agreed to be nice long enough for a horror movie marathon.”

“Anything for your birthday, Yams.” Tsuki smiles at him fondly, kissing his forehead and making him giggle. 

“And people, think I’m the sappy one.” He smiles before turning to the other two. “Thanks for coming guys.”

“Of course, Yamaguchi!” Hinata grins. “Wouldn’t miss it!” 

“Sounded fun.” Kageyama nods, keeping his answers short, honestly shocked neither he nor Hinata had ruined the surprise yet but planning to keep it that way. 

“I hope so. Oh, what should we watch? Maybe The Ring? Oh! Or…” Yamaguchi starts rambling off names, not noticing the three looking at him with a mixture of fondness and mischief. 

By the time they make it to Tsukishima’s house, and Tsuki makes sure that it’s well and truly empty, they have settled into a comfortable silence until Tsuki sits Yams on the couch in the living room with the other two standing not far away, but no one else sitting. 

“Uh, Tsuki? What’s going on?” Yamaguchi asks nervously. 

“Nothing bad, I promise,” Tsukishima assures, letting Yamaguchi relax. “Do you remember that one thing you wanted to try with the idiots, but you about had a breakdown admitting it to me despite how obvious it was and couldn’t even fathom getting to the point of telling them?” He asks quickly.

Yamaguchi stares at him for a moment in confusion before his eyes widen and his face turns red as he glances at the other two who he can now see are smirking, Hinata almost vibrating out of his skin again. “Y-yeah?”

“Well, uh, Happy Birthday? We are apparently not very subtle.” Tsukishima chuckles, looking at Yamaguchi expectantly whether that be to calm a freakout or share his excitement, he doesn’t yet know. 

Yamaguchi just stares, blinking between the three before he makes some sort of dying noise in his throat and screams into one of Tsuki’s couch pillows before pinching himself. 

“I’m not dreaming am I?” He asks in a state of shock.

“Nope! That’s why we were late to practice last week!” Hinata grins. “Tsuki spiked through his emotional wall long enough to ask us!”

Yamaguchi looks at Kageyama who nods before looking to Tsuki. “For me?”

Tsukishima smiles, nodding. “I told you, anything for your birthday.” Before turning serious. “Don’t feel pressured though. We’re also more than fine with me just being nice long enough to get through a night of mo-”

“No!” Yamaguchi squeaks before clearing his throat to try again. “I mean, no, no need for the plan b. I am more than okay with this just processing that they would be.”

“What’s there to process?” Hinata laughs, running over now. “What does Stingyshima not tell you how cute you are often enough?”

Yamaguchi makes another dying noise and looks ready to  cu=ombust thanks to the sudden lapful of energetic spiker as he looks to the others for some sort of guidance. 

“Hey, I tell him plenty he just turns that pretty shade of red so I’ve been banned from doing so in public.” Tsukishima huffs, crossing his arms and offering no help to the greenette who now has to turn to Kageyama instead. 

“What? But making them blush is half fun.” Kageyama smirks before scowling when Hinata calls him out for blushing way more than he does. “Boke, they don’t need to know that!”

Hinata just snickers and eventually Yamaguchi just accepts he’s not going to be allowed time to psych himself out.

“Um, so. Where is this going then exactly?” Yamaguchi asks shyly, trying not to squirm now that Hinata has deposited himself in his lap.

Hinata and Kags look to Tsuki who sighs, waving for Hinata to go ahead and making the orange-haired boy grin before turning back to Yams. “If you want us after, Kags and I would like to date you, and, if we can get close enough with him, Tsuki too one day.” He rambles, practically vibrating in excitement. 

Yamaguchi just stares before pinching himself once again to see if maybe the shock made him pass out before red rushes up to his neck and face. He leans around Hinata to look at Tsuki. “You’re okay with this?” 

“We already had a sort of heart to heart. As long as I am there for relationship talks or included in some way, I am happy as long as you all.” His smile turns a little sappy. “You deserve all the love in the world, Yams.” 

Yamaguchi whines as he covers his face again. “You three are going to kill me before I ever even get to kiss you two let alone fuck.”

Hinata giggles, kissing Yams’ hair. “You were right, Tsuki. He really isn’t good at compliments is he?”

“I’ve been trying to work on it, but he doesn’t think he deserves them.” Tsukishima huffs.

“I don’t~” Yamaguchi pouts. “I’m plain and clumsy and you’re all so much better than me and hot and my freck-mph.”

He’s cut off by Hinata kissing him on the mouth now, scowling when he pulls away. “Now who the hell told you all of that? You’re really hot and your freckles are adorable.”

“Tch, one of his old bullies tried picking a fight with him earlier this year when Kuroo, Bokuto, and co. were in town. Finally got to see him stand up for himself even if it was just ‘cause the asshole used his nickname for me. Completely wailed on the guy after biting him hard enough to break the skin.” Tsukishima smirks proudly. 

Hinata and Kageyama stare at Yamaguchi in shock. 

“Shit that sounds hot,” Kageyama whispers.

“Yeah, it i-Wait?! Is that why they were fucking at my house?!” Hinata realizes. 

Yamaguchi scratches his head awkwardly. “Heh, um, someone had to take care of the goons?” 

“If it helps, Yams’ house wasn’t safe either,” Tsuki smirks, snickering when Yamaguchi glares at him.

“Oh? Did Yams get some celebratory dick?” Kageyama smirks.

It’s Yamaguchi’s turn to smirk now as he keeps eye contact with Tsuki. “Actually, I got some celebratory ass.”

Kageyama and Hinata’s eyes widen as their heads snap to look at the flushed blonde. “Huh?!”

“...Switches.” Tsukishima mumbles and Yamaguchi snickers.

“Soooo, no fight for dominance?” Kageyama tries.

Tsukishima glares. “If you think I’m bottoming for you without a fight, you’re out of your mind.”

“Hmm, Yams what do you think?” Kageyama smirks, looking at the greenette and already knowing he’s won.

Tsukishima sighs in defeat at the way Yams’ pupils dilate as he looks between the two. “...Once because it’s Yams birthday, and what he says goes tonight.” He relents.

“Can we spoil him first?” Hinata chimes in happily.

“How so?” Tsukishima hums, thankful for that distraction.

Hinata hops off the greenette’s lap and runs over to whisper to the other two whose smirks slowly turn wicked, and Yamaguchi just knows he’s in for a hell of a birthday. 

“Sooo bedroom?” Yamaguchi suggests, pointing down the hall. 

“Where’s the lube?” Hinata asks excitedly as he runs by. 

“Nightstand drawer!” Tsukishima calls after the energetic spiker.

Kageyama, meanwhile, walks over to help the only slightly shorter boy off the couch and pull him into a kiss of his own with a pleased hum. “Since I’m the only one who hasn’t yet.”

Yamaguchi flushes but doesn’t complain as he leads the normally grumpy boy over to Tsuki and pulls both of them towards the bedroom where they collectively stop inside the doorway and stare at the sight in front of them.

Hinata had apparently found the lube and was wasting no time in getting himself open and if the other three weren’t hard before, they’re definitely on their way now as they watch the smaller boy squirm and moan. 

“Gods, Shrimpy, you wanna wait for us?” Tsukishima gulps, surprised when Yamaguchi is already heading to the bed. 

Yamaguchi immediately takes hold of Hinata’s face and starts kissing him with three years worth of mining as the smaller boy gasps and whines into his touch. They’re both panting by the time Yamaguchi lets go for air and rests his head on Hinata’s shoulder. 

“Been wanting to do that for three years.” He pants.

“Mmm, Yama-ah-good. So pretty. Want you inside.” Hinata whines, squirming as he works a third finger in. 

Yamaguchi flushes at being called pretty but kisses him again. “Are you going to do that all night?” He whines.

“Do wha-Ah!-what?” 

“The whole complimenting thing? It’s embarrassing.” Yamaguchi pouts.

“Until you believe it,” Hinata smirks, gasping when he brushes his prostate before taking his fingers out and wiping them on a tissue he grabbed with the lube. “Now please, Yama?” He pouts with big puppy eyes. 

“Shit. How does Kageyama ever say no to you?” He breathes out, kissing the tangerine haired-boy again.

“You-shit Four-eyes- you get better at it!” Kageyama answers from by the doorway.

The other two turn to look at him at the small curse, eyes widening at the sight. The power struggle between the setter and blockerhad apparently happened and it looked like Kags was quickly losing as he was panting on Tsuki’s thigh. They couldn’t see Tsukishima’s face, but Yamaguchi could tell by his body language that he was smirking, taking great joy in taming in the ever prideful King. As they took in the scene, one look down told them that Tsukishima’s thigh was probably the only thing keeping Kageyama standing as his legs appeared to shake as he buried his face in the blonde’s chest. 

“Fuck, shit, okay you win just please.” Kageyama eventually whimpered, grinding his obviously hard cock on the blonde’s thigh and trembling. 

“Holy shit.” Hinata breathes out in awe, having never seen the taller boy like that. 

“Yeah, I figured they’d be at it eventually but didn’t think it’d be this soon or this hot.” Yamaguchi agrees. “Are you two gonna get over here and ruin us or are we just gonna get the free show?” 

“Shit, yeah come on Four-eyes, let’s get oOver th-there. Dammit!” Kageyama groans, weakly trying to push the blonde away from where he’s biting his neck.

There’s a deep chuckle as Tsukishima finally lets the slightly shorter setter go, the smirk on his face now visible. “Act like a cocky asshole again and see what happens.” He snickers, finishing what had started the little battle and helping him finish getting out of his clothes. 

The look that passes through Kageyama’s eyes tells Hinata that that won’t be the last time he does whatever it was that got a rise out of the blonde and Yamaguchi snickers when Hinata whispers as much. 

“Nowthat I definitely wanna see,” Yamaguchi smirks as Kageyama yelps when Tsukishima uses his extra three inches of height to his advantage in picking him up and dropping him on the bed. 

 Kageyama just stares at the ceiling as though he’s had a few too many epiphanies for his liking before rolling to his side. “You stay on that side of Yamaguchi with your stupidly long everything.” He scowls at Tsukishima. 

Tsukishima just smirks as the other two laugh at the pouting king before Yamaguchi crawls into his lap to kiss away the grumpy expression. 

“Makes it very hard to win doesn’t he?” Yams chuckles as the pout returns. 

“He was just suddenly... everywhere .” Kageyama huffs. “I’m not used to people being able to manhandle me let alone pick me up…”

“Hot isn’t it?” Hinata smirks, knowing the look on Kageyama’s face all too well. 

Kageyama just reaches around Yamaguchi to push his boyfriend into Tsukishima’s lanky frame and watch as his face surpasses his hair in brightness at being so completely enveloped. “Here, four-...not the place-Here, Tsukishima. Silence him next.”

Hinata squeaks as he’s easily lifted and the low chuckle at his back. “Been wanting to for three years. Figured I’d end up kicking you, but this works too.” Tsukishima smirks as he puts the small spiker on his lap so he’s still facing the other two.

Hinata squirms, trying to hide his face despite his earlier bravado, but Tsuki doesn’t let him as one long arm traps his hands to his chest and the other reaches down to start stroking the smaller’s cock. “Tsukiii~! No fair!” Hinata whines as he avoids looking at the others. “Why are you so long?!” 

“Wait ‘til he gets his pants off.” Yamaguchi snickers from where he’s started moving himself down a very frazzled Kageyama who was not expecting to be overtaken not only once, but twice today and was overall having trouble processing it. 

“Pants? What do you MEan! Yama, I’m stealing your boyfriend!” Hinata decides when he finally feels what Yamaguchi is talking about through Tsuki’s boxer. 

“Oi, Boke! Don’t just decide thA-AH! Shit! Okay, yeah, think we can switch, blondie?” Kageyama moans when Yamaguchi suddenly starts sucking him off. 

“Pretty sure sharing was offered,” Tsukishima smirks, snickering at how lost the setter looks already. “I said I wasn’t ready todate either of you. I’m okay joining other activities.” 

“I’ll win you over soon Enough-Ah!, but th-thank gods ‘cause I wanna feel that when we’re one spoiling Yama.” Hinata pant, moaning when Tsuki moves his hand a certain way that makes him squirm. 

“Hmm, if you think you can.” Tsukishima snickers before lifting Hinata up again. “Hey Yams, where do you want us?” He asks, ignoring the tangerine’s complaints.

Yamaguchi removes himself from Kageyama with a pop and a moan from the dark-haired setter. “Honestly thought you guys would have talked this over already?”

“It’s your birthday, Yama. You call the shots, and we’ll follow.” Hinata grins before squirming some more in Tsuki’s hold. “But hurry please before I lose it.” He wines at the lack of stimulation. 

Yamaguchi snickers before thinking for a moment, looking between the three before nodding. “Hinata can I fuck you?” He asks first.

“Gods, please. Whole reason I ran ahead to prep.” The orange-haired ace whines, going where he’s asked as soon as Tsuki lets him go and laying on his back. 

Yamaguchi snatches the lube off the bed now and tosses it to Tsuki. “Prep me while I do? You guys can decide who gets front and back.”

“Careful with that. Hinata’s stamina isn’t just on the court.” Kageyama smirks, snickering slightly when his meaning seems to click for Yamaguchi and his face flushes. 

“Um, and how long have you known?” Yamaguchi asks, wondering if he’s going to be able to leave this room this weekend. 

“I can mostly keep up now.” His smirk deepens in understanding of what Yamaguchi is asking and he snickers as the freckled boy gulps. 

“I am so screwed.” Yamaguchi chuckles, looking back to Hinata. “Condom or?” 

“Only if you want one. I don’t mind the mess.” Hinata grins, letting his legs fall open.

Yamaguchi groans at the sight. Letting Tsuki squirt a bit more lube on his hand to lube up his cock. “We’re gonna have fun with them.” He smirks at the blonde.

Tsukishima smirks in return, lubing up his own fingers. “Oh definitely.”

Hinata and Kageyama look at each other in confusion before Hinata is keening as Yamaguchi starts filling him.

“Mmm~ Yama!” He whines, clinging to the greenette’s shoulders, the captain being thicker than he imagined. 

Yamaguchi groans at the heat, letting out a moan of his own when he works his way all the way in and he feels Tsuki start prodding at his own hole. He stays there for a few moments, letting the blonde start working him open as he starts making out with the smaller boy beneath him. 

There’s a set of moans drawn from the two when Tsukishima brushes his prostate and makes his jerk his hips into Hinata’s. 

“Ahh~ Tsuki~” Yamaguchi moans, eyes drifting to the setter who doesn’t seem to know what to do with himself. “Am I allowed to leave marks?” He asks both of them.

Hinata whines his agreeance, but Yamaguchi waits to make sure it won’t be causing any jealousy before biting into Hinata’s shoulder the next time Tsuki hits his prostate and starts rutting into him.

“Shit! YamAaa~!” Hinata cries out, doing his best to meet Yamaguchi’s thrust even as he’s fucked into the bed.

“Oops,” Tsukishima smirks, slipping a third finger in. “Guess he was feeling a little feisty.” 

“What do you mean?” Kageyama asks, tilting his head in confusion as he strokes himself at the site. 

Tsuki winces, not actually meaning to say that out loud. “Uh, can I tell then, Yams?” The blonde asks.

“Yeah…” Yamaguchi pants before biting Hinata’s other shoulder and groaning as the spiker clenches around him.

“Tell us what?” Kageyama asks, now even more confused.

“My little puppy here gets a bit nippy when he’s on top.” Tsukishima chuckles as though that answers anything, tsking when Kageyama just stares at him blankly. “Hand me my phone.” Waving to his pants on the floor. 

Kageyama does, holding it to Tsukishima’s face to open it and following his instructions to a locked folder in his pictures. “Oh, that.” He rolls his eyes. “Why didn’t you just say pet play, dumbass. No need to be all cryptic.”

“Wait do you guys-?” Tsukishima starts to asks. But Kageyama shakes his head, cutting him off. 

“Nah, but I’ve spent some time on a site or two. Hinata wanted me to use this knotted sheathe on him and act like a werewolf and breed him.” Kageyama chuckles as he puts the phone on the nightstand. “It was kind of hot.” 

Tsukishima’s eyes widen as he looks back down at their boyfriends.”Yams?”

He just gets a thumbs up in response as Yamaguchi licks over another new bite before lifting his head. 

“All ready in shipping,” Yamaguchi smirks before looking back down at Hinata in mild concern. “Also we use the stoplight system if at any point you need to tap out. Should have said that before, sorry.” 

The whole reason he’s saying this now as he looks down at the orange-haired boy is because of how fast the spiker had already cum and his legs were trembling like it was too much. 

“Same, and I am so freaking green.” Hinata pants, whining when Yams’ cock brushes his prostate again. “So get back down here.”

Yamaguchi smirks at the energetic spiker before looking at the other two. “I don’t care who, but one of you better be in my ass before I get Hinata screaming again, got it?”

Tsukishima snickers at the dumbfounded look on the King’s face. “Hot when he’s confident isn’t he?” 

Kageyama swallows, nodding. “Yeah, um, yeah.” He flushes as his own stumbling before looking to the blonde. “Your boyfriend, where do you want?” He mutters.

“Hmm, since he’s being like this, I kind of want to see how long you last in his mouth.” Tsukishima decides after a moment of thought, amused by how flushed the King has gotten.

Kageyama decides opening his mouth would probably just embarrass him more so just nods, crawling over to where the other two are kissing. 

Tsukishima just looks on in amusement before lubing up his cock and lining himself up with Yams’ twitching hole. He starts sliding in slowly and nods to Kageyama when Yamaguchi throws his head back to moan. 

Kageyama smirks in amusement at the little assist from the blonde before threading his fingers in green-tinted hair and resting the head of his cock in the captain’s open mouth.

Yamaguchi hums happily, opening his mouth more so that Kageyama can slide all the way in, moaning around the girth prodding at his throat as Tsukishima brushes his prostate. 

Kageyama curses, fingers tightening at the vibrations that shoot up his cock. “Shit, good boy.” He groans without thinking until he notices how Yamaguchi whines at his words, looking up at him as though begging. 

“Congrats, King.” Tsukishima groans as he bottoms out. “You found the magic words.”

“Good boYEE~?! Shit! Ahh~!” Kageyama starts to question the blonde, but the repeat of the words earns him a harder suck and a tongue playing with his slit. 

“This is pretty much the only time I can get him to respond well to praise,” Tsukishima smirks, pulling back out slowing to thrust back in as he reaches across to pet Yamaguchi’s hair. “Isn’t that right, puppy?” 

Yamaguchi whines around the cock in his mouth, relaxing his throat as he tries to encourage the setter to move. 

“Why didn’t you say that sooner?” Hinata pants from below Yams, still clinging to him best he can and letting his mouth run. “Gods, I was holding that in for nothing trying to not make you anxious, but shit Yams. So good, so thick. I feel like I’m going to go crazy. Having such a pretty human being making a mess of me? FU-AHH~! There, Yama! There! So good, Yama!” He moans out, breath hitching at the end when Yamaguchi finds his prostate and starts driving into it to get more.

“Figures the actual sun would be made for this.” Tsukishima laughs, starting to pick up speed himself. “Fuck, baby. So good, so tight. Gods, I don’t deserve you. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me you know that right? So pretty, and your freckles are so cute, and your body. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

Yamaguchi, meanwhile, is red all over in embarrassment, but gods he doesn’t want it to stop. He moans around the head brushing the back of his throat, and, while he could see that Tsuki was definitely longer, it’s annoying him because he knows he should be choking around the girth in his mouth. Finally, he gets sick of it enough to shakily lift a hand up, careful to not lose balance and get fucked to the bed with Hinata, and grab Kageyama’s ass to push the dark-haired boy down his throat. 

Kageyama’s surprised yelp is quickly turned into a surprised moan as Yamaguchi forced him down his throat and he has to hold onto green locks to avoid snapping it deeper. He looks to Tsuki for translation at the single tap to his thigh that accompanies the moaning vibrating up his cock.

“He’s saying green. What do his eyes look like?” Tsukishima huffs, pounding into the moaning greenette now. 

Kageyama looks down into teary brown eyes. “BeautifUll-Ah~!” another whine seals around the head of his cock. “A-And like he’s begging.”

“He wants you to fuck his throat,” Tsuki explains, rolling his eyes. “He’s not made of glass and you are definitely damning your own ass if he gets to top you for treating him like he is.”

Kageyama looks down in horror now to see the begging replaced with mischief as a growl vibrates around the head of his cock and makes him throw his head back at the feeling. “Fuck! Right! Got it! Fuck, how do you even do that?” He rambles as he pulls out and thrusts back in, slowly picking up speed to give the greenette what he wants. 

Yamaguchi moans as best he can, trying to keep up with everything but is soon enough reduced to being used as fleshlight at both ends and a fuck machine below him. He moans as Tsukishima’s thrusts force him deeper into Hinata and on Kageyama and Kageyama’s thrusts push him back onto Tsuki. 

It doesn’t take long for the others to notice and they rearrange themselves so Yamaguchi is lying on his back, head hanging off the bed with Hinata riding him now. Any sounds he could have made are now completely cut off as Kageyama buried himself in the captain’s throat, trailing his fingers along the outside and groaning as he feels that slim throat stretched just a little. Tsuki is once again behind him, pounding into him as Hinata helps hold his legs out of the way, using them for leverage as he bounces on Yamaguchi’s cock. 

Between all of this and the constant flow of praise, it isn’t long before Yamaguchi is crying out around Kageyama’s cock and cumming hard inside Hinata who moans loudly at the feeling. Everyone freezes, waiting for him to regain some sense, but just doing that gets them a pitiful whine as Yamaguchi taps the bed once, whimpering and whining in sensitivity as everyone uses him to chase their own orgasms. 

Kageyama is the next to cum, mumbling out the question to Yamaguchi on if he should cum pull out, and moaning when Yamaguchi just holds him in place, swallowing around him. He grips the bedspread under the pinch server as he cums down his throat, and his eyes roll back as he feels the other earnestly swallowing every last drop. “Shit.” Kageyama moans, hips twitching pathetically. “So good. So good, Guchi. Shit.” He keeps mumbling praises until he eventually pulls out and flops onto the bed next to them. 

This leaves Yamaguchi free to let out broken moans as Tsukishima continues to abuse his prostate and small whimpers when they praise him. Somehow, Hinata has managed to get him half hard inside him again and he’s now weakly trying to thrust up into the heat in hopes of letting his dick off the hook sooner. 

Tsukishima is the next to cum, the clenching of Yams’ ass sending him over the edge and filling his boyfriend up as he collapses against Hinata’s back, panting heavily as he comes down from the high. Soon he’s pulling out as well, letting out a surprised noise when Kageyama pulls him over to cuddle but lets King do what he needs. 

“Wasn’t expecting you to be a cuddler?” The blonde hums as they watch Yamaguchi cry and claw at the bedsheets as  Hinata pulls another orgasm out of him “Not making fun of you, just didn’t expect it.” He assures when feels the setter tense up, combing through his hair when he relaxes again. 

“...Don’t leave.” Is the only semblance of response he gets but he nods in understanding. 

“Not even I’m that much of an asshole. Come here, how often do you get to be the little spoon?” Tsukishima huffs, barely having to manhandle the slightly shorter boy to get him into position and chuckling when he hears a sleepy thank you. “What happened to being able to keep up with Shortie?” 

“Shut up. I think your boyfriend’s throat sucked my soul out through my dick.” Kageyama mutters, batting at the blonde’s arm lightly. “And tell him to use his hands if he doesn’t want the menace to go until he passes out ‘cause he’ll come for us next.” He huffs before falling asleep on Tsukishima’s chest. 

Tsukishima looks at him in horror before looking to the others. “Jerk him off, Yams.” He warns, well aware of what the spiker’s stamina is like after three years on the court. 

Yamaguchi waste no time following instructions, reaching forward, and stroking the smaller boy best he can with his overly sensitive, uncoordinated movements, but soon enough Hinata’s hips stutter as he cums across Yamaguchi’s chest with a moan, collapsing forward into his own mess. Yamaguchi sighs in relief, holding the small spiker until he comes back to himself enough to lift himself off his captain’s dick, shivering as he feels two loads of the greenette’s cum start leaking from his ass. 

“Shit, Yama. Really made a mess of me, huh?” Hinata giggles, kissing the tired boy sweetly. 

“I would hope so with the way you were going.” Yamaguchi laughs weekly, looking at the other boys and blinking in surprise at Kageyama sleeping and curled up against Tsukishima. “Uh..?”

“Oh, YamaYama gets kind of insecure after sex so get’s clingy. I guess Tsuki was chosen.” Hinata explains, crawling over to kiss his boyfriend’s cute pouty lips before looking up at Tsuki. “Can I kiss you too?”

Tsukishima considers for a moment before shaking his head. “Not yet...thank you for asking first.” He mumbles the last part.

Hinata just grins, not looking the least bit dejected. “Of course!” He chirps before hopping off the bed. “I’ll bring the wet wipes out then. Where do you keep them?” 

“Under the sink.” Yamaguchi hums, crawling over to Tsukishima’s other side. 

“Cool, be right back!” The little ball of energy cheers, running off.

Soon enough they’re all cleaned up enough for sleep and Hinata has managed to find himself a spot curled up against Kageyama’s back. 

“Happy Birthday, Yama.” He mumbles, starting to drift off now that the day’s events have started catching up to him. 

“Happy Birthday, Yams.” Tsuki yawns into green hair, kissing his forehead.

There’s some mumbling coming from Kageyama, but they have no clue what it meant as Yamaguchi just smiles. “Thank you, guys.”

~The Next Monday~

“Hello, new Karasu-Hinata?! What the hell happened to your neck?!” Sugawara gasps from the doorway to the gym, intending to make a surprise visit, but instead finding his kohai looking like he was attacked by an animal.

The other three first years turn to Yamaguchi who looks like he’s praying for the floor to swallow him whole, face as red as a Nekoma uniform.

“Huh, why are you staring at Yamagu- Oh ho ho! The quiet one ay-Wait?! Aren’t you dating Kageyama?!” 

“Uhh, well actually all three of us are dating Yamaguchi, and we’re hoping Tsuki soon too.” Hinata chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. 

Sugawara is quiet for a moment before he pulls out his phone, muttering. “Goddammit, now I’ve gotta ask Daichi on a date before Yaku can find out and expose me. Nice seeing you again. Good luck at your practice game next wee-Hello, Daichi! How are you today?” Sugawara smiles as he walks out of the gym, leaving behind many confused crows.

“Wait they weren’t together already?!”

- Yamaguchi Tadashi about Tsukishima Kei

“want his dick so far down my throat that he nuts on my heart” THAT

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It wasn’t unusual for Kei to be over while Tadashi was out of town. It happened quite frequently, actually. You two were best friends, even before Tadashi was in the picture. You never let anything come between you two, not even Tadashi. Tadashi understood too. He was never jealous of the time that you spent together or accusing towards the two of you and flirting remarks you would pass. You and Kei were just… well, you and Kei.

But tonight was different. Tonight, you were in yours and Tadashi’s bedroom, which wasn’t the unusual part. Tonight, you were both on the bed, which also wasn’t the unusual part. Tonight, you were sitting with your chin on Kei’s chest and your leg between his legs, your knee resting on his crotch. This wasn’t even an unusual position for the two of you, who often would press yourselves together in intimate positions. Tonight, you finally admitted to Kei that Tadashi has only made you come twice in the entire time that you’ve been together. 

“What? Like, dating? Or?” Kei asks, his eyebrows furrowed together, looking thoroughly disgusted and confused, “because it could just be that you’re both too soft n-.”

“Like, ever, Kei,” you interrupt, looking just as confused and disgusted as Kei was. 

“That’s horrible,” he scoffs, “You just let that happen?”

“I don’t let it happen, Kei. It just happens.” You rest your head completely on his chest, sighing dramatically. “He’s amazing. He’s incredible. He’s so nice and he’s kind and he’s pretty and he’s everything that I need!” 

Kei scoffs again at your words, “but he can’t make you come?”

“But he can’t make me come,” you repeat, shaking your head against Kei’s chest and then look back up at him. “I just, I haven’t gotten off from someone else in so long. Only me, alone, in the bathroom.”

“That’s so sad,” Kei says, the disgusted look still lingering.

“What else am I supposed to do about it?” you groan, frustrated. 

“Get someone else to fuck you,” Kei shrugs. He doesn’t laugh or hint at a joke. He’s being serious.

“Wha- What? I can’t do that…,” you hide your face from Kei, ensuring that he doesn’t see the redness on your cheeks.

“Sure you can. Look, you have needs, okay. He can’t satisfy them. You just have someone else do it.”

“I don’t trust anyone enough to do that.” You feel horrible even contemplating the option. A terrible light bulb goes off in your head. 

“You…,” you start, hesitantly. Kei’s eyes widen immediately at the start of your sentence. 

“No. No, absolutely not. He’s my best friend,” Kei shakes his head.

“You’re my best friend,” you say, softly. “I don’t trust anyone else! You said it yourself. I have needs, Kei. He can’t satisfy them. I have to find someone else to do it.”

“You’re really going to use my own words against me?” 

“Yes,” you state so matter-of-factly. 

“No. I won’t,” he shakes his head, looking away from you, but not moving you from on top of him.

“Kei, please! I couldn’t do this with anyone else, but I’m just,” you take a deep breath, ready to lay all of your shame out on the table. “I need this. I’m so desperate, please.” Kei introduced this idea to you and so quickly you needed it to become a reality. You needed it to become a reality with Kei. 

Kei looks you over, your chin pressed against his sternum as he breaths. “Fine. You want to know the real reason?” Your interest is piqued. You tilt your head, curiously. 

“Hm?” You can’t believe you’re even having this conversation, but now you’re in too deep. 

“I don’t know if you can handle me,” Kei pushes you off of him and promptly gets off the bed. 

“Wha- What do you mean?!” You’re offended. He’s acting like you’ve never had sex with a condescendingly cold person before. You scoff at this statement, rolling your eyes dramatically, and standing up with him, following him.

“I mean, I don’t think you can handle me,” he repeats himself, not wavering his tone or message. He adds after a second of your angry face, “You’ve been with Tadashi for almost 2 years. You guys have probably been having vanilla, missionary sex, maybe doggy style if you’re feeling extra spicy, the entire time you’ve been together.” He waits for your objections before continuing, interrupting them, “I know I’m not wrong and I know Tadashi. He’s just as nice and “sorry, (y/n)!” in his day to day as he is in bed.” You’re silent. You know he’s not wrong. 

Tadashi has always been so accommodating and kind in every aspect of your relationship. He tries so hard in bed, he really does, but he’s made you cum maybe twice in your entire relationship with the help of yourself, though he would probably claim many more times than that seeing how often you fake it. You hate yourself for it, but you’ve tried so hard to teach him, to show him, to tell him exactly what you want and how to do it, but he never gets it. It’s exhausting and has been way easier to just to fake it and then finger yourself later in the bathroom after he’s gone to sleep.

You want Kei so badly. You want to come so badly and you know that right now is your only chance. “I- I can handle you.” Your voice is much more timid and much less convincing than you anticipate it being. 

“I don’t think you can.” Kei’s voice, in contrast, is steady and low, already causing your core to feel warm. 

“I can, Kei, I can. Please,” you hold onto his arm, looking up at his face, pleading, “please.” You sound much more confident, and also much more despairing as you whine for him. He looks at you for a few moments, his eyes trailing up and down your body and finally stopping on your eyes, searching for the overwhelming excitement and consent that he needs to move forward.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asks. This is the final time he’s going to ask or question you. He needs you to be absolutely positive because he’s not going to hold back. You nod desperately. “Verbal consent, (y/n), I’m serious.”

“Yes, fuck, yes, Kei, please. I need this. Please, I can handle it, anything, please.” The string of words leaves your mouth quickly. Kei waits another few seconds after, giving you plenty of time to change your mind before closing the gap between you both. His lips are on yours and his tongue is in your mouth so quickly. He’s holding your jaw as he tastes every inch of the inside of your mouth. He sucks your tongue into his mouth, hard, allowing you to explore his mouth. His tongue is harsh against yours, but it feels so good. He pulls away abruptly, already lifting your shirt over your head and running his hands down your body, his hands sculpting around every curve. 

“If at any time this gets too much for you,” he presses kisses into your neck, nudging your chin upwards as he starts to softly roll the skin between his teeth. “Yellow means we’re moving to somewhere you’re uncomfortable with.” He licks your neck, pressing his entire tongue against your skin. When he pulls away, the air is cool against the freshly wet flesh. “Red means that you’re uncomfortable and you want to stop immediately.” He moves down to your collarbones, nibbling on them and breathing heavily against them. 

“If you can’t speak,” he grabs your hand and taps 3 distinct, hard times against your skin with two fingers. “3 taps, hard so that I can feel them without a doubt, and two fingers to know it’s intentional.” His eyes are on yours, his look stern and serious. “Do you understand?” You nod, overwhelmed with all of this information.

“(y/n), verbal consent. I don’t fuck around,” he says, his eyebrows raised expectantly. 

“Yes,” you nod confidently, despite the questions forming in the back of your mind. Maybe you couldn’t handle him. You weren’t expecting this level of safety precautions, maybe just a safeword considering how he made out that you couldn’t handle him. Maybe he was right. 

“Repeat.” Kei’s lips are back on your throat, sucking the skin so hard that you feel the bruises forming almost instantly. His hands are reached around to your back, one hand sliding down over your ass and the other unhooking your bra before you notice what he’s doing. He tosses it to the side and presses himself against you, your nipples dragging against the fabric of his shirt as he massages into the flesh of your ass. 

You can’t exactly think straight, but it’s important that you remember these even when you can’t think. “Y- Yellow means caution, that I’m starting to f- feel uncomfortable about something.” Kei digs his fingers into your flesh as he moves his head down, capturing your nipple in his mouth and twirling his tongue around it. “Fuck,” you moan, tilting your head back. 

He pulls away from your nipple, the cold air feeling even colder on your spit sheened nipple, causing it to get even harder. “What else?” 

You answer quickly, just wanting to feel his tongue on your nipples again. “Re- Red means that you- that I- I want you to stop because I’m- I don’t like it- I’m uncomfortable.” Your nipple is back in his mouth. He’s sucking on it with such purpose, the suction sending waves of pleasure through your body. 

“A- And, I’m going to, ta- tap on you to- to show you, but please, please don’t stop, Kei.” You grab onto his shoulder and tap with two fingers against his back, 3 times with enough force for him to feel them. He listens to you, nodding as you tap against him, but keeping your nipple in his mouth. He rolls it between his teeth, bringing his hand up to pinch the other one between his fingers. “Fuck,” you breath. 

He stops, coming back up to face you. “Good.” His fingers are making quick work of your button and zippers and are quickly in the waistband of your jeans, pulling them to the ground, but leaving you in your underwear. On his way back up, he runs his hand up the inside of your leg, following your ankle to your calf to your inner thigh leading to your pussy as he uses one finger to rub once between your slit, pressing harder into your clit, rubbing two circles before stopping and stepping backward. You can’t help but moan at this tiny, delicate touch. He’s still fully dressed and you’re suddenly aware of what you probably look like. Your instinct is to try to cover yourself up from Kei’s hungry eyes, but he starts rubbing his cock through his pants. Your eyes are drawn to the bulge in his jeans. You feel your panties get even wetter as you see how big the bulge is. You’re almost positive that Kei could see how much wetter you got, how the dark spot on your panties grew when he started rubbing himself. 

He pulls his own shirt off and you marvel at how toned his body is, how perfect his skin is. He takes a step towards you, his hard bulge only inches away from your thigh. Your breath stills. “Take them off, baby,” he encourages. You listen to him, beginning to lower yourself to your knees, but he holds your elbow, not allowing you to drop. “From here.” You’re confused at first until he uses his hand to rub in between your lips through your panties. “I want to be able to touch you.”

You nod, your breath skipping as you try your hardest to focus on undoing his buckle. It seems like such a difficult task right now, your mind completely infatuated with the feeling of Kei’s long finger rubbing against the doused fabric of your panties. You seriously can’t figure out how to undo his stupid buckle, but he just lets you struggle. You think that he’s being nice as he pulls his finger away, allowing you a moment to think straight, but he brings the finger up and sticks it into your mouth. “Suck,” he says, low. You listen, sucking on his finger, trying to multitask and undo his buckle. “Sloppier, baby,” he coerces. You listen again, your fingers on his buckle stilling and focus on the spit drooling out of your mouth. He pulls the finger from your mouth and places it back between your lips, pressing harder into your clit and moving faster, pushing your panties in between your lips until your bare lips are exposed and your panties are bunched up between them, completely hidden. Kei’s finger slips past the panties, dipping into your flood for just a moment before running his finger back down the strip of your panties, pushing at your hole. Your moans are fluttering as you try to sink onto his fingers. He holds on in place harshly. 

He starts counting down. You’re confused, so confused. You don’t know why he’s counting down or what will happen when you reach the end of it, but you’re hoping for the finger to enter you. “3… 2… 1…” You close your eyes in anticipation, but he pulls his hands away completely. 

“I- Kei- No, please, why?” you beg.

“I told you what to do and you were too busy and concerned with what you wanted. Now I’m not going to touch you,” he says so matter-of-factly. You wanted to laugh. You thought it was a joke. You needed it to be a joke, but now Kei is taking off his own buckle, which he does in 10 seconds, might you add. He’s taking off his own belt, throwing it gently to the side and undoing his zipper and button. 

“Kei,” you whine, “It’s… It’s not fair.” You’re pouting. You know he doesn’t find it cute and amusing when you see his facial expressions. “It’s just… You were making me feel so good.”

He scoffs, “Just from that? Tadashi must be treating you worse than I thought.” Your cheeks burn at the mention of your boyfriend’s name. You want to tell him to stop saying his name, but you know he won’t listen to you anyways. Instead, you just nod at him. He laughs.

“Please, Kei. I couldn’t focus,” you complain, trying to excuse yourself, but he’s not listening or he doesn’t care or maybe both. He pulls down his jeans, only the thin fabric of his boxers are covering his hard, long member. You swallow, hard, looking at how big he is. Tadashi isn’t necessarily small, but he’s definitely not big, and more so, he’s definitely not this big. Your eyes are glued to Kei’s boxers as he pulls them down, releasing his cock. A gasp escapes your lips, a sharp inhale into your lungs as you truly take in how big he is. He’s not just long, but he’s thick. You’re getting even wetter as you think about everything you want to do to him and what you want him to do to you. 

“Can you listen this time?” he asks, condescendingly, a disgusted look on his face. You nod excessively, so quickly that your vision blurs. You’re ready to do anything that he asks you to do. You just want to touch his cock. He smirks at how eager you are. “Take your panties off for me, baby. Nice and slow. Turn around when you do it.” He knows exactly what he wants. 

You start pulling your panties down, slowly, like he’s asked of you. You want to have them completely off, but you know you have to listen to Kei especially after last time. When the panties are to your knees, you’re facing completely away from him. “Bend over.” His words are so commanding and harsh. You do as he says, bending over to pull your panties all the way down to the floor. You can feel how exposed your pussy is from behind in between your legs, can feel the air highlighting every inch of wetness.

You hear Kei step closer to you as you stand their frozen, your panties around your ankles. You can feel his cock graze in between your legs just briefly before he controls it, ensure that no part of you is touched. He leans forwards, pressing his hips against your ass and brushing his cock between your lips for the smallest fraction of a second. “What does Tadashi call you while he’s fucking you?” The question stuns you, your knees buckling and your heart beginning to race. You know that you’re almost fucking his best friend, but you don’t need to be reminded of him every few minutes. Still, you know that Kei wants an answer and you want Kei to be good to you, so you answer. 

“H- He calls me sweetheart,” you stutter. Kei actually laughs, stepping back away from you and holding his stomach as he repeats it. 

“He calls you sweetheart when he’s fucking you?” he asks, trying to make sure he heard that right. 

“Yes.” You suddenly feel more embarrassed at this admission than you do at the position you’re in. He grips onto your hips and you want him to enter you so badly, but instead he turns you around to face him and gently pushes you onto the bed, lying flat on your back, your head propped up against a pillow. 

“Spread em,” he gestures towards your legs as he spits into his own hand, slicking his cock as you spread your legs open, exposing yourself to Kei. 

Kei is towering overtop of you, a knowing smirk on his face as he moves the fist he’s made around his cock, stroking slowly, squeezing his hand as he gets to the head and letting the pressure off as he returns back to the base. You know how desperate you look underneath him. You don’t need to see it in his glasses to know, but you do, and it makes you even wetter. Your legs are spread apart, the breeze from the fan making you painfully aware of how warm and flooded you are and how erect your nipples are. Your hands are beside each retrospective hip, gripping onto the sheets, waiting for him to enter you, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t even get closer. 

“Touch yourself,” Kei sneers. You don’t know what to do. You heard his words clearly, but your body isn’t making any move to do what he’s asked of you. You wanted Kei to touch you, you didn’t want to do it yourself. He takes a step towards you, his hand around his cock moving faster. “Let me see you play with yourself, sweetheart. Show me,” he coos, his tone changing to endearing in such a short amount of time. Hearing Kei call you what Tadashi calls you shakes your entire soul. You feel so conflicted but so hot. You want to hear it again. It sounds so much better coming out of his mouth. It makes you want to please him. You want to make him proud. 

You nod at him, timidly moving your hand down to clit and rubbing small, diffident circles into it. Your fingers don’t feel nearly as good as Kei’s did a few minutes ago. It doesn’t help that he’s watching you so intently either. It’s embarrassing to be completely open and on display like this, lying underneath someone who wasn’t your boyfriend, but, rather, your boyfriend’s best friend, your best friend. You have to shake the thought out of your mind before your body doesn’t allow you to get off. You close your eyes, trying to focus on the sensations of your fingertips brushing against your swollen clit. Your eyes are only shut for a few seconds before Kei is clearing his throat. 

“Eyes open. Look at me,” Kei clarifies. His hand hasn’t stopped moving as he’s scanning your body, evidently very happy with what he sees. Even with this gorgeous sight in front of you, it’s hard for you to lose yourself in the moment being stared at so eagerly. “Both hands.” He tilts his chin up at you, gesturing at your hand that’s still gripped onto the sheets. 

With your other hand, you cup your tit, rolling your hard nipple in between your fingers while maintaining your pace with the other hand. “Good girl,” he says under his breath. A moan escapes you. He raises his eyebrow, cockiness seething from his smile. “Yeah? Are you my good girl?”

You nod obnoxiously, a strangled noise coming out of your throat as you move your attention from your nipples to your wet hole, teasing yourself with your fingertip. You’re getting into it now. The situation is weighing on you but in the best way possible. You look up at Kei and your mind is still screaming that he’s not your boyfriend, but the louder the voice gets inside your head, the wetter your desperate pussy gets. He’s not your boyfriend, but he’s here, watching you tease yourself and torture your own clit as he jerks off above you, because your boyfriend can’t get you off like Kei can; no one can get you off like Kei can. He knows it too. Even when you would try to get off in the bathroom after having sex with Tadashi, it never felt this fucking good. 

“Do you want to be a really good girl?” he asks, his hand now gently rubbing on your inner thigh. 

You know that he’s just using those words, that phrase, to get exactly what he wants, but it only makes you want him more. You would do anything to be good for him. You want him to use you, to satisfy his every need with any part of you that he wants to. “Please, please, Kei. I’ll do anything.” Your own voice surprises you at how desperate it sounds. 

“Sit up.” His tone has switched back to the harsh, commanding asshole that he was before as he grabs onto your arm right as you’re about to insert your finger fully into yourself. You let out a defeated sigh before sitting up, looking at him innocently. “Stay still,” he demands. Kei walks over to you, getting closer and closer until the tip of his head is pressed up against your lips. You go to open your jaw to take him into your mouth, but he stops you, holding your head still. 

“What did I say?” he growls at you, grasping a fistful of your hair as punishment. “Repeat it.” 

“Stay still,” you repeat, your lips opening slightly around his head, allowing some of the precome to line the inside of your lips. You want so badly to lick your lips, but you know that Kei wants you to just sit there, so you don’t move. Your head is still as he swipes the spongy head across your lips, stroking the length as he does so, causing more precome to drip out of the slit and onto your lips. He pushes forwards, but you keep your mouth still, the tip only entering into your mouth when he nestles it in there. It touches your closed teeth and you shutter, trying to keep as still as you can.

Kei moans as he drags his sensitive head across the fronts of your teeth, your cheek bulging as he slides it into the side of your mouth. The combination of his grunts, his hands in your hair, and the thought of him using you for his pleasure all have your pussy aching to be touched. You want to touch yourself so bad, but you know that Kei will be angry. 

“Open,” he finally tells you. You let your jaw fall open as you look up into his eyes, fluttering your lashes at him, but he doesn’t look at you like you’re adorable or cute or pretty, he looks at you like he’s starving. “Tongue out.” You instantly stick your tongue out. “Good girl.” Your pussy throbs. That’s all you wanted to hear from him. You want to hear it again. 

“Lick the precome from my slit, sweetheart.” There’s that name again, shaking your being. Kei positions his cock at the tip of your tongue. You’re not expecting the name and the specific language has you blushing. You do as you’re told, focusing the tip of your tongue to lick the precome from his slit. The salty sensation on your tongue makes your mouth water for more. Kei drags his head down your tongue before taking a step back. He hasn’t told you to move your head or your tongue, so you don’t, despite everything in your body telling you to whine and pout at how far away his cock is from your mouth now. You’re so focused on where his cock is that you don’t notice that he’s bent over towards you or the glob of spit that falls onto your tongue until it’s already coated it. 

You barely have any time to react, only savoring the taste for a moment, before Kei stands back up and rests as much of his cock as he can on your tongue without actually entering your mouth. The slickness of his spit on your tongue and your warm breath from panting causing Kei’s cock to pulse. You can feel it. Kei looks down at you and lets more spit drop from his tongue. You’re not sure if he missed or if this is where he was aiming, but the spit lands right beside your mouth, dripping down your chin and onto your chest. 

He’s thrusting his hips slowly, gliding the underside of cock across your tongue. Your jaw is already starting to ache from staying open so wide, but you don’t dare relax. It’s like Kei can read your mind. “Wider,” he grunts, angling the tip of his cock down. You force your jaw to open uncomfortably, but the smirk that Kei gives you is worth any amount of discomfort that you feel.

Kei gives you no warning as he forces his entire length down your throat in one swift movement, groaning as he feels how tight your throat is around him. You try to gasp in surprise, your gag reflex triggering as his cock slides down your throat, but he’s blocking your airway. You take in air from your nose, but it’s not enough. Kei doesn’t budge in the slightest, just strokes your hair as he mutters “good girl” over and over again. You focus on his words and your breathing and the fact that you’re making him feel good right now. 

“Tongue out,” he demands, his hands grabbing your hair now instead of stroking it. Your nose is pressed up against his stomach and your tongue is sticking out as far as you can force it out of your mouth. You can feel it grazing his balls, every time you flick your tongue, his grip in your hair gets tighter and his groans get more guttural. 

Drool is leaking out of the side of your mouth as Kei’s cock pulses in your throat. Your head feels light and you’re pushing back into Kei’s hands, desperately trying to get air. You need to get a good breath or you’re going to pass out. He pulls you off of his cock. You’re coughing and inhaling deeply several times trying to recover. Kei gives you these few seconds of reconciliation before starting to get annoyed. 

“Open,” he nods down to the spot that you were in before. You assume the same position, chin tilted up, tongue so far out that it’s painful, jaw aching from forcing it open so wide, your lips swollen and sheened with spit and precome. “Good girl. Fuck, you’re such a good girl.” You love to hear the praise coming out of his mouth. It’s making you drip. 

You’re expecting his cock, but see his eyes close to yours and now you can’t breathe for another reason. He spits in your open mouth, but not on your tongue this time. The spit goes directly down your throat and you let it slide all the way down. His fingers are wrapped around your throat putting pressure directly on your airway, quickly getting so tight that you can’t breathe again. “But I decide when I’m done with your throat. I decide when you get to breathe again. I decide when I pull your pretty fucking mouth off of me. You don’t get to make those decisions. If I want to fuck your throat until you pass out and keep fucking your throat when you’re unconscious on the floor, I’ll do that.” You want to moan at these sentences, at the thoughts that are now flooding your head, but you can’t. No noise comes out of your throat at all, it can’t. Your hand comes up and wraps around Kei’s wrists, your eyes roll back into your head as his grip gets tighter. He’s waiting intently to see if you want to tap out, but when he doesn’t feel any pressure against his wrist, he tightens even harder, his fingers shaking. “Do you understand?” he commands. You nod as best as you can. When he pulls his fist away, you take in so much air that your head starts to pulse. Your breaths can’t be large enough. “Now open.”

You assume the same position. Your breathing finally slows when he rests his balls on your tongue. You’d never done anything this dirty with Tadashi. This was foreign territory for you. “Suck.” You can feel him above you, stroking his cock as you take one of his balls into your mouth. The entire situation feels so dirty , but you can hear Kei’s moans and grunts and you never want to stop. You continue sucking, focusing on the ball in your mouth and your tongue against it. 

“Take both in your mouth, you fucking whore,” Kei says, getting into this very quickly. The degradation makes your clit throb and pussy clench. You open your mouth wider, taking the other ball into your mouth. Your mouth has never been this full before. Your nose is pressed against the underside of his cock, but you can barely focus on that. “Stop,” he grunts. You release both balls from your mouth with a pop , your tongue still sticking straight out, waiting for whatever he wants to do with you next. 

“Good girl. Deep breath” You listen to him. He slides his cock into your mouth as soon as you’ve taken a good breath, grunting at every inch that slides down your throat. He holds it there again. You close your eyes, focusing on your breathing, and making sure that you make it through. Then you feel a sting on your cheek, startling you. Kei’s palm had made contact with your cheek. Your eyes snap open. “Eyes on me. Look up at me, sweetheart.” You moan around his cock and he inhales at the vibrations around his length. A single tear rolls down your cheek as the residual sting lingers. Your breathing is okay, manageable this time until Kei plugs your nose. 

“You better open your throat wider or I’ll have to fuck your unconscious body and you won’t be able to cum. It’ll be just like Tadashi, huh?” Your eyes open even more so at this sentence. Kei pulls his hips back, taking most of his length out of your throat before slamming back in. You missed your small window for air. You sit, patiently waiting for him to start moving again. You breathe as much as you can as soon as he pulls back. You’ve forced your jaw open even wider and have allowed your throat to open, allowing the smallest bit of air in. 

Kei’s thrusts into your throat get more and more frequent each time until he’s pistoning into your mouth. His hips are thrusting into you, abusing your poor throat, at such a fast speed. Every few thrusts, he buries his cock as deep in your throat as he can, holding it there until he feels you starting to fall, your eyes rolling back, and your jaw relaxing. 

“Gag on my cock,” he commands, continuing, “I want to feel you gag on my cock. It feels so good when I feel your abused throat constrict around my cock. I’m too big for you, aren’t I? You’re so used to small cocks, aren’t you, sweetheart? You can barely handle how fucking big I am.” It’s true. It’s all true. 

He hits the back of your throat, your body convulsing slightly as you gag. You can feel the muscles in your throat tighten around his cock. He loves the feeling so much that he does it again. And then again. Your stomach is twisting as he hits it for the 4th time. He glides his cock down your throat. The noises that he’s making are magical. 

“Swallow.” You swallow whatever liquids you can. “Yes, fuck,” he groans, “again.” You swallow again, significantly less fluid in your mouth. “Again.” You swallow again. “God, your throat feels so good, I might not even need to fuck you.” You can’t help but to whimper, swallowing again around his cock. “Fuck, I could just cum down your throat right now and leave you on the bed for when Tadashi comes home. Maybe he can help you.”

You want to shake your head no. You want to beg for him to stay, to touch you, just to tell you to cum. If he just told you to cum right now, you think you could. You’d do anything for him right now, but you can’t. You can’t do anything except let him use your throat for whatever he wants to use it for. He laughs at the panic in your eyes as he pulls out of your throat, stroking his cock above you. “Or maybe I won’t even use you to cum, huh? Maybe I’ll just make you watch as I blow my load onto your pretty face. Tadashi would love coming home to that, wouldn’t he?” 

You don’t know how to answer that, so you don’t. Kei doesn’t like that. You feel a sting across your cheek, harder this time. “I asked you a question.”

“I- N- No. No, he wouldn’t like that,” you answer truthfully, even though you don’t think it’s the answer that Kei wanted. It’s exactly the answer Kei wanted.

“But would you like it?” he smirks, waiting for your answer. He hasn’t stopped stroking his cock, moaning as he swipes his thumb over the head. “Don’t lie to me…,” he pauses, “sweetheart.” His smile is pure evil.

You nod timidly before verbalizing it. “Yes. I would like that a lot, Kei.” 

He laughs again, shaking his head. “Tch. Pathetic.” Your entire body feels warm and embarrassed. He leans over you, getting so close to your ear that his low whisper sounds like a scream. “It sucks that I want to ruin you, then, huh?” A shiver disperses through your entire body as you shake your head no. No, it definitely doesn’t suck that he wants to ruin you. 

“I want you, now.” Kei finally decides. He pushes you back on the bed again. “On your side.” You’re conscious of how little you know about sex positions, particularly ones where you lay on your side. He pulls you to the edge of the bed, laying almost completely on your right side, save for the small parts of your back that are touching the bed. He positions himself between your legs, lining himself up with your throbbing pussy. It hasn’t been touched since you didn’t listen to Kei. You know your hole is tight, but so lubricated that it’ll swallow him just as easily as your throat did. He takes your leg and rests it on his shoulder. 

He rubs his head in between your lips, pressing up against the hole. “Please.” It slips out of your mouth, but you’re not going to apologize for it. Kei rubs his thumb against your clit, using your own wetness to lubricate your swollen nub, his finger moving effortlessly against it. You can’t stop whimpering. 

He doesn’t stop to ask if you’re ready, or prep your hole with fingers, he just starts sliding into you. He’s not even halfway inside of you when you decide that you’ll never be this full again. It takes your breath away. You can’t breathe, but you’re trying. You’re gasping for air as he inserts his entire length into you. “Kei, Kei, Kei, fuck, Kei.”

“I haven’t even started fucking you, sweetheart.” He presses a kiss into your leg next to his face as he slides completely into you, not stopping until his hips are pressed up against you. You’re waiting for him to let you adjust to how thick he is inside of you, but he doesn’t. He starts moving almost instantly, rocking his hips backwards and then thrusting into you completely. You’ve never had anything so deep inside of you before, not even your own fingers or a dildo. 

Kei picks up the speed, rocking his hips into you repetitively, in such a rhythmic pattern that you’re already almost there. You know, and he does too, that all he has to do is angle just a bit down and he would be obliterating your g-spot. Even without it, you can feel your arousal heightening so high. His thumb is still rubbing circles into your clit. “Kei- Kei, I think, I-,” you breathe, stuttering over your words, so filled with cock and pleasure that your head is foggy. 

“Already? You’re already going to cum? God, you really are starved of some good cock, aren’t you?” he teases, picking up speed even more. “I’m not even hitting your g-spot. I’m not ready yet. You’re going to cum without me even trying?”

You know you should feel embarrassed, but you’re not. You have no shame in letting yourself go. “Fuck, Kei, I’m coming, fuck.”

Your eyes squeeze shut. Your head presses back so far into the bed that you know how messy your hair is going to be. Your toes curls and your knuckles are white against the sheets. The entire time, no noise comes out of you, despite your mouth being completely agape. The pleasure is obliterating you. You can’t think of anything at all except for the pleasure. How good everything feels. Kei hasn’t stopped fucking you. He’s slamming into you as you ride your orgasm to completion. As soon as you’ve stopped cumming, you want to cum again. You need him to make it happen again. 

“I’m not stopping until I’m finished. If that means that you’ve cum so many times that your orgasms hurt by the last one, then so be it,” he thrusts into you again and again. His hand has moved from your clit and is instead wrapped around your leg, using it as leverage to fuck into you even harder. Every time you think he can’t fuck you harder, he proves you wrong. He’s almost growling at this point, fucking you so deep and hard that you exhale every time he pounds into you. 

“You’ll never cum from anyone else again,” he slams into you, “Every other guy that you ever take will never compare to me, will never be as good as me. Their cocks won’t fit inside you like mine does. They won’t fill you up as much as I can. I’m ruining you. I don’t even think you’ll be able to make yourself cum after this. Every time you want to feel pleasure, real pleasure, you’ll have to call and beg for it. When you’re in bed with Tadashi, so late at night, and he’s sleeping next to you, you’re going to have to call me and beg to meet up with me so that I can get you off.” His words are just making you get closer again. You know that he’s just talking dirty to you, but you know how much truth weighs in those words. He’s right. 

“You know that, don’t you?” he asks, breathless from how relentlessly he’s fucking into you. 

You nod at the sentence, still thinking repetitively over the words he said to you and how true each of them is. Kei reaches down to start rubbing your clit again. He can see you’re close. He can feel that you’re close. Your pussy is gripping his cock, the rigid, wet walls milking him as you have your second orgasm.

“Yes, yes, Kei, fuck. I’ll never feel this full ever again. Please, please, will you fill me after this time? Please, I can’t imagine never fucking you again. Please,” you moan through your orgasm. You want confirmation of something to look forward to. You need him again. 

He laughs at how unapologetic you are at begging for him again before he’s even finished with you. He doesn’t answer but instead asks a question. “Tadashi fucks you doggy style, sometimes, doesn’t he?” He fucks you through the end of your orgasm. 

You nod, hesitantly, still blown away by cumming twice already. “Sometimes,” you reply. Kei snickers. 

“On all fours,” he directs you. “I was serious when I said I wanted to ruin you, baby.”

You assume the position on all fours, a position that Tadashi will sometimes have you take him in. You’ve never understood the hype around this position, but you’re hoping Kei teaches you. A sting spreads from your ass as Kei spanks you. You’re already feeling the hype. You whimper. 

“Again?” he asks, smirking. You nod, wanting to feel the pain but knowing that he’s going to do it regardless. He spanks you again, harder this time. He doesn’t ask if you want it again, just spanks you for a third time, even harder. You won’t be able to sit tomorrow if he continues on. You kind of want him to continue on. You’re not met with another sting, but Kei’s cock thrust completely inside of you until his hips are pressed against your ass in one motion. You choke on your own breath, coughing in surprise. 

He brings his hands up and snakes one into your hair, grabbing a fistful, and the other on your shoulder, using it to pull you back onto him. You hear your skin slap against his, hard. You can feel the sting on your ass from where Kei spanked you as it smashes against his thigh. He’s so deep inside you, you think you can feel him in your stomach. 

Kei’s chest goes flush against your back. He whispers into your ear, “The next time he’s fucking you, you’re going to say my name.” It’s almost hypnotic, how low and intriguing his voice is. “You won’t be able to get me out of your mind,” he tells you, each thrust into you punctuating his words. He straightens back up, gripping your hips as he fucks into you. His fingertips are going to leave bruises. “Do you know why?”

You shake your head no. You want him to tell you why. You want him to say anything to you, anything at all. 

“Because you’re my bitch,” he says so seriously, moving quicker as your wetness grew, slicking him even more at the sentence, “and Tadashi has never hit this…” Kei thrusts, angled into your g-spot. The sensation makes it feel like lava has erupted in your stomach. “and it’s all you’re going to think about when you’re in this position.” He knows exactly where it is and he won’t stop smashing the head of his cock into it repetitively. “How this is what it could’ve felt like, but he’ll never make you feel like this. So you’ll be thinking of me the entire time and you’re going to say my fucking name.”

It’s too much. Everything about this situation is too much. You’re speechless. You’re aware of every part of your body that Kei has gripped onto or smacked. Your eyes roll back into your head. You don’t even know what’s happening, only that Kei’s cock feels so good against your walls and slamming into your g-spot. You feel a warm sensation run down your legs slowly at first, but then explode onto the sheets beneath you and Kei’s cock and his lap as you scream for him. “Kei! Fuck! Yes, Kei. I won’t ever think of anyone else. Only you. Only you, Kei, fuck. Oh fuck.”

“Fuck, you just squirted all over my fucking cock, fuck.” For the first time tonight, Kei sounds like he can barely speak. He can’t think of a witty retort about how good he made you feel, he can only keep repeating those words. “Fuck, you squirted so fucking much all over me, baby. Fuck, good girl. Fuck.” He pulls himself out of you. If it weren’t for the mind-blowing orgasm you just had that you need a minute to recover from, you would’ve whined endlessly until he was back inside of you. Kei looks so focused right now and you’re realizing that his hand is on his cock, wrapped around right where his head meets his shaft, squeezing, not stroking. His chest is heaving and he’s swallowing excessively. He had to stop himself from cumming too early. (Define too early?) He’s made you cum 3 times already, feeling your pussy tighten around him as he didn’t even stutter, and has fucked you for over an hour, not even mentioning the abuse your throat went through.

You think he’s waiting for the sensation to pass before entering back inside you, but he drops to his knees, pulling your hips towards him. “You’ve earned this, sweetheart,” he murmurs into your skin. You feel his nose press up against your ass, his tongue sticking out and licking from your clit to your hole. He doesn’t use the tip like Tadashi does, he uses the flat side of his tongue, exploiting every part of the surface of his tongue. Your arms shake as he sticks his tongue into your hole, fucking it, moving his face back and forth. “Fuck, Kei.” 

He moves back down to your clit, flicking it with the tip this time, fast, before sucking it into his mouth and running his tongue over it again and again as he suctions onto it. “Holy fuck. Oh my God.” Your face is down in the bed, your arms refusing to support you anymore. The sounds that are coming from behind you are almost enough to make you cum on their own. Kei is slurping all of the juices that he’s created since he first started touching you.  You can’t see him, but the sounds are incredible. You can’t see him. 

“Kei, Kei, can I lay on my back? Can I see your face? I want to see your face.” You know you’re not in any position to ask him for anything, but you hope he listens to you. You want to watch him eat you out so badly. He hums into your pussy, nodding as he flips you over, spreading your legs even further. He looks up at you, his mouth completely clamped over your entire pussy, his tongue working particularly hard, creating an insane amount of pressure on your clit, swirling around it, in between your lips and slit, fucking into your hole as deep as he can. His eyes never leave yours. You try to keep up with him, but it’s too fucking much. Your head falls backward, staring up at the ceiling. Kei’s arms reach up, grabbing onto your tits, rolling both of your nipples between his long fingers.

“Look at me,” he mumbles into your pussy quickly before continuing his expertise. You listen to him. It’s the least you can do. You look at him, your eyes watering at the pleasure that he’s creating for you. It sounds so messy, so sloppy, so fucking good . 

“Don’t- Don’t stop. ‘M gonna-,” you moan so loudly that it scares you as Kei works even harder, sucking your clit into his mouth and nibbling it softly before using his entire mouth, his lips, his nose, his chin to rub against your pussy, spitting on it repeatedly to slick it up. “Fuck!” you’re screaming now and you can’t help the sensation release from you again, the clear liquid spraying from between your legs onto Kei’s face. You can’t even feel apologetic, but you don’t think he wants you to. He doesn’t stop rubbing your clit through your orgasm, you clench your thighs together, completely overstimulated, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps rubbing your clit through the pain and into another wave of pleasure that quickly crashes into another orgasm. You’ve never come that quickly together before. There’s no squirt this time, only insane pleasure washing over you as you pant and scream Kei’s name. 

You’re out of breath. You can barely move. You’re so tired from all of the times that you’ve come, but you know how hard Kei is and you know how badly you want his fucking cum. 

“I want to be all the way inside of you,” Kei states. You’re confused and he can see the confusion on your face as he cleans his glasses with the blankets on the bed. 

“How? I mean, like, weren’t you… already all the way inside me?” you ask him, innocently.

“Deeper,” he says, laying down on the bed next to you and flipping you on top of him so your soaked pussy lips are wrapped around his length. He grunts at the feeling. You lift off of him as much as you can muster with how weak you’re feeling right now. He helps you, grabbing onto your ass and lifting gently until you’re up high enough for him to line himself up with your hole. 

“Sit,” he commands. You listen to him for the millionth time tonight, lowering yourself onto his cock. His cock hasn’t grown since he fucked you doggy style, but it feels so much bigger. It’s so much deeper inside of you as you’re seated on his cock. Your walls grip him on the way down.

“Fuck, you’re tight. How does Tadashi last so long in you?” he asks, genuinely wanting to know. 

You laugh for the first time all night, “He doesn’t.”

He holds onto your hips, looking up at you and how breathtaking you are. Your tits are out, moving with every breath that you take. It makes Kei’s cock twitch inside of you. “Bounce on my cock, baby.” He’s asking so much of you with the state that you’re in right now, but he knows you’ll listen to him. “Be a good girl. Bounce on my cock. I’ve done all the work tonight, sweetheart.” That’s all it takes. You get a sudden surge of energy as you nod, using your knees in the bed as springs to slide up and down his cock. 

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. His fingernails dig into you again, bruising the already bruised skin. How are you going to explain all of these marks to Tadashi? You don’t even care at this point. You want Kei to keep making more. He’s guiding you up and down, though you’re doing most of the work. “Faster, baby, fuck.”

You listen. You bounce up and down on his cock faster, getting higher before slamming down against his lip. Your tits are bouncing just as wildly. He moves his hands from his hips to your tits, grabbing onto them and massaging them as you milk his cock. You purposefully tighten around him on the way up and relax on the way down. Your tight pussy desperately gripping at each inch of his length, coaxing the cum out of his cock. “God, fuck. Milk my cock, baby, yes.” Kei’s lines are becoming less demanding and more appreciative. They’re still commanding, but less harsh. He moves his hands back to your waist, lifting you almost completely off his cock, your head only tightly squeezing his head. 

“Ready?” he asks. The bliss on his face is still there, but there’s so much devilish intent now too. You don’t have time to ask questions or to even tell him yes as he fucks up into you. His hips are moving so quickly up that even though your body isn’t moving, the ripples of energy are tearing through you, shaking them violently. 

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, Kei.” You’re already there. You’re already ready to cum just from penetration alone. 

“Not yet.” This is the hardest demand yet for you to listen to. “You can only cum when you feel my load fill you up.” You swallow hard, but nod frantically. 

He’s grunting so loudly as he claps into your pussy from underneath you. He’s getting so deep inside of you with every thrust. You’re speechless. You’re so on the edge the entire time that he’s fucking you like this that you can’t focus on anything else. He pulls you down completely on his cock and stops thrusting for a second. He’s breathing heavy as he snakes his arm around your waist, pulling you onto his chest, his cock still just as deep inside of you, but this time when he fucks into you, he hits you g-spot on the first thrust. “Kei, Kei, Kei,” you can’t stop saying his name, “I can’t- I can’t hold it.” You barely even notice the tears running down your cheeks as the pleasure is so built up inside of you. 

“Fuck, baby, fuck, almost.” His thrusts are getting sloppy, his cock is pulsating, you feel so fucking good wrapped so tightly around his cock, but he needs to feel you cum. He needs to feel your pussy tense up as he drills into you, knowing that he’s the reason you look so pretty, your face contorting from pure pleasure. He wants to feel you milk him, coaxing his big fucking load out of his balls and deep inside you. He can make you cum. He doesn’t have to ask you. He can just make you cum, even despite you trying to be such a good girl and listen for him. 

He holds your hips steady, slowing down for a few seconds, catching his own breath, letting himself relax. You’re both grateful and so sad about this. You’re grateful because you would have cum just then, but you’re sad because you wanted to cum so bad it hurt. He stills for a second and then he’s fucking into you again, but differently this time. His arms are shaking from holding you down against him so tightly, not letting you move, despite your numerous attempts to squirm, as he thrusts up into your tight, aching pussy mercilessly. You’re sobbing into his shoulder.

“I- I- I can’t hold it, Kei, please.” You’re trying to be so good for him. It’s making his balls tighten, but he doesn’t want to come yet. He can’t come until you milk it out of him. Do it. Cum, he thinks as he picks up speed, like sprinting the last half mile of a marathon. It’s as much as he can give and he wants it to be enough to push you over the edge without having to ask. You’ll feel so much better tightening around him while you apologize to him for not listening. 

“I’m going to cum, Kei, please, please, please, I’m sorry, fuck. I can’t hold it any longer,” the string of words come out so fast that they practically overlap each other. You cum around his cock, your pussy throbbing, gripping so tightly onto his cock as he keeps up the intensity of his thrusts. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you scream out. You start repeating his name over and over again, unable to think of anything else in the world. 

With your pussy clamping so hard down on his cock, it’s exactly what he needs. He feels his balls tighten, his cock throbbing inside of you as his hips start to stutter messily. “Fuck, sweetheart, fuck, you’re making me cum, fuck,” he grunts, snapping his hips into you as hard as he can as he unloads inside of you, strings of cum filling up your insides, squeezing out of your pussy as he tries to fuck them deeper into you, but has already overfilled your abused pussy. He’s still cumming, feeling it leak out of his cock, when he pulls his cock from your pussy, letting it land on your ass and back down on his own cock. He slides his cock back into your pussy, going as deep as he can as before exhaling a final breath. 

You’re both quiet for a second, not talking about anything that just happened, just breathing. You’re still pressed up against his chest, cum dripping out of your pussy and onto Kei. You know that you should both clean up, but you’ve never been this tired in your life. You can’t even roll off of him and you don’t think he could push you off. 

“When will Tadashi be home?” he asks, panting, trying to regain himself. 

“He doesn’t get back until tomorrow morning,” you hum happily, listening to his accelerated heartbeat. You don’t move, but he doesn’t ask you to move. Your breathing is more irregular than his is as you close your eyes. “Can we nap? I need to nap. That took so much out of me.”

Kei’s quiet for a moment. There’s no laugh or retort, he just nods, wrapping his arms around your waist and stroking your hair. He grabs the cleanest blanket that he can from where he’s pinned to the bed, draping it over top of both of you. You hum at the warmth. He knows that this is a part of the whole degradation thing, the comforting at the end. That’s why he’s doing it.

“Goodnight, Kei,” you smile up at him lazily, kissing his chest before laying it back down. “Oh, wait, Kei,” you look back up at him. 

“Hm?”

That’s why he’s doing it. 

“Thank you,” you smile at him, blinking slowly. You’re so tired that you don’t even notice his heart skip a beat as you thank him. 

Right?

hehehehehehhe

yams!

𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚'𝕤 ~ 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕓 ~

i literally just did a small, cute, 3k event but i have not been able to stop thinking about cheating fics

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮:

♡ cheating irl? not good at all, horrendous, would never commend.

♡ cheating with fictional characters in fictional spaces? mmyum.

♡ either the character you choose or the reader can be the titular cheater cheater, we don't discriminate. fic can be centered around:

reader is cheating on said character

reader is cheating with said character

character is cheating with reader

character is cheating on reader

they’re both cheaters (read: cheater cheater cheater cheater)

♡ entry due by: august 1st! ♡ fic completed by: september 1st!

𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠:

♡ be 18 or older, even if you're writing sfw!~

♡ write anything u want, any format, as long as it's over 500 words! dark content welcome as long as it's tagged accordingly

♡ multifandom!!! hq, aot, mha, jjk ~

♡ anyone can join! send me an ask or message with:

character you're writing about (one fic per character, first come first serve!!)

which type of cheater we're vibin with

genre (nsfw/sfw, smut, angst, fluff)

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𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠:

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𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 ~

♡ @ultamatrix ♡ ~~ kuroo / nsfw

♡ @a-kaash-me-outside ♡ ~~ osamu / nsfw

♡ @kodzukuroken ♡ ~~ atsumu / nsfw

♡ @haikyutiehoe ♡ ~~ meian / nsfw

♡ @alwaysaslutforfic ♡ ~~ daichi / nsfw

♡ @kim-jonginism ♡ ~~ bokuto / sfw

♡ @driftwoodsun ♡ ~~ yams / nsfw