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oikage do naughty things while wearing the most goddamned awful christmas sweaters.

I can't BELEIVE you

Yahaba's hair is so smooth and round and looks so soft and nice, and Kyoutani just wants to touch it so badly. Please help this mad dog run his hands through shiny setter hair and pet it to his content!!

There's a little tuft of hair, at the top of Yahaba's head, and it's sticking up from when he pulled his shirt off after practice that morning to change into his school uniform.

It's distracting Kyoutani.

The thing is, Yahaba's hair is so perfect, so neat, and then there's this little bit sticking up and Kyoutani wants to fix it, wants to smooth his hand over it and get it to sit back down on top of Yahaba's head.

He can't stop thinking about it, walking behind Yahaba on the way to their classrooms. It's there, right in front of him, and Kyoutani's thinking about how soft Yahaba's hair would feel to the touch, how nice it would be to run his fingers through it, not even to fix his hair but just for the feeling of it.

They don't even have the same homeroom classes, but Kyoutani doesn't stop thinking about it all morning. He's distracted in his classes, grunting noncommittally whenever a teacher asks him a question. The palm of his hand is tingling, and it's kind of the same as when he's in the mood to hit a really satisfying spike. He's just craving a particular sensation against his hand but unlike spiking, he doesn't even know what petting Yahaba's hair would actually feel like, and his imagination's going a little wild with it.

Would it be as soft as patting a puppy? Maybe it would be like the way his dog felt when she was still a tiny baby, silky smooth, so nice that Kyoutani never wanted to stop patting her. Maybe Yahaba's hair would even be that special kind of soft of a dog's ears and he makes a low sound at the back of his throat at that thought, having to bury his face in his hands because he needs to pat Yahaba's hair, absolutely needs to, like nothing else in the world matters even half as much to him right now.

His mathematics teacher pauses the lesson to ask him if he's okay. He excuses himself to the bathroom, just so can try and walk it off. It's a mistake because he ends up walking past Yahaba's class, glancing in through the window just as Yahaba looks up. Their eyes meet and Yahaba blinks at him, giving him the tiniest smile before turning back to his work.

His hair's still sticking up a little and Kyoutani takes a deep breath, going for a long walk around the school, coming back just before the end of the class.

He doesn't even get to see Yahaba again until their classes are over for the day. He grabs his bag and goes to the club room, thrilled when he sees Yahaba walking just ahead of him.

"Hey," he calls out, catching up to Yahaba. He reaches up because he honestly doesn't know if he could stop himself at this point unless Yahaba told him to. He combs his fingers through Yahaba's hair, thrilled when he finds it to be just as soft as it looks. Maybe not the softness of puppy ears but honestly, that's a magical kind of softness that's in a world of its own.

Yahaba goes very still under the touch, and Kyoutani realises that maybe he should explain himself.

"You had a bit of hair sticking up at the back of your head," Kyoutani tells him. He keeps stroking Yahaba's hair through, curling his fingers in it, reveling in the silky smoothness. "I figured I'd fix it for you."

"Oh," Yahaba says softly. Very, very slowly, he presses his head further into Kyoutani's touch, as if to silently encourage him to keep going. "Thanks."

"Any time," Kyoutani replies, just as softly. He means, all the time, please let me touch your hair always, but he keeps that to himself. Barely.

He's about to start petting Yahaba's hair with both hands when they hear footsteps behind them.

It's Matsukawa and Hanamaki, and they're looking at them both with raised eyebrows and matching grins.

"This is a cute mating dance and all," Hanamaki says, "but we should really get ready for practice, you know."

Kyoutani and Yahaba pull apart from each other immediately. Kyoutani can feel his face burning and he turns away without a glance backwards, until he's in the club room.

---

Yahaba stops him as he's about to walk home after practice with his hand on Kyoutani's wrist. He's chewing on his lip as he looks Kyoutani in the eyes.

"Can you…?"

"Yeah," Kyoutani breathes, getting both his hands in Yahaba's hair this time. He thinks he hears Yahaba moan softly, but he doesn't mind.

They end up kissing behind the gym, Kyoutani tugging gently on Yahaba's hair. Kyoutani definitely doesn't mind that either.

Re: FILL: Soft (Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru)

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i'm desperate for kuroyaku. please. thank u.

so let's have an omegaverse world where sex is treated casually, like a cure to an ailment. So when late bloomer Hinata goes into his first heat at the Tokyo training camp, it falls upon the team's most dependable and trustworthy Alpha to see him through it. I would just love some clinical but caring Daichi, explaining things and taking care of Hinata and soothing his fears and knotting him good so he can get back to camp quickly. <3

breeding language encouraged but no actual mpreg please!

If Sawamura Daichi had known what was to come a few days sooner, back when the Karasuno Boys Volleyball Club was still getting on the bus to Tokyo, he would have put a stop to it right then and there. He would have called Hinata’s mother to take him home, would have made up a rule to get him off the trip. He would have done anything it took to change the way things ended up. And it wasn't because he didn't enjoy it.

As it was, though, Daichi had had no idea what fate had in store for his team. The first hint of a bad future came shortly after the bus had left their school, when Asahi’s confused face appeared between Dachi and Suga from the bench behind theirs.

“Does either of you smell anything… different?” Asahi asked nervously, keeping his voice down. It took Daichi a moment to realize he meant a Scent, but to his nose there was nothing unusual when he sniffed the air. All he smelled were (thankfully) clean gym clothes and too many boys. Because of school rules, all of their alphas and omegas wore colognes to mask their scents, anyways.

But Asahi's sense of smell was much stronger than Daichi's, and so he wasn’t quick too dismiss his worries.

“Maybe it’s just left behind from the last group to use the bus?” Suga suggested, his gaze darting down the aisle. “None of our omegas are supposed to have heats anytime soon.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Asahi agreed warily, soundly utterly unconvinced.

“If you think it’s something, then stay aware of it,” Daichi said decisively. “It’s going to be a long week away from home, and the last thing we need is anyone getting sick.”

“Right.” Having been given his instructions, Asahi disappeared back down into the seat behind them. Daichi sat up a little more, then, and took mental stock of everyone on the team. If Asahi did smell something, it wasn't coming from any of their betas, so Daichi quickly looked over Ennoshita, Narita, and Yamaguchi. The scene obviously wasn't coming from himself or Asahi, and if it was Tanaka's Asahi would probably have recognized it, with how often the younger alpha let it leak. Tsukishima had never worn his scent openly before, so it could potentially be that, but it seemed unlikely; Tsukishima didn't seem anymore aggressive than usual. That left their team's omegas: Suga and Nishinoya. But Asahi had been there for both of their first heats, too, before the suppressants...

Daichi realized belatedly that there were still three late bloomers on the team. Pushing that alarming thought of his mind after a quick prayer to whatever deity listening that he be completely wrong, Daichi decided instead to agree with Suga. Teams all over Miyagi rented out this bus, scents lingered all over the place, it wasn't implausible to think it was something left over from a different group of people. Suga leaned over to make a joke about Ukai's hairstyle, and as they got closer and closer to the training camp, it was so easy for Daichi to forget the anxiety from that morning.

–

Two nights into the training camp, Daichi fell into his futon in a solid lump. Every muscle in his body ached, and he knew he wasn't the only one tired down to his bones. Losing every match they'd played so far, doing endless penalty drills, and training well past sunset meant that there was much less noise in the room they were sharing than there had been in past training camps. Daichi barely had the energy to grunt, “Lights out. Early start tomorrow,” before sleep overtook him.

So when he felt the prodding at his back before he was ready to wake up, and he cracked an eye open to a pitch-black room, Daichi was ready to crush whoever it was that found it acceptable to wake him up in the middle of the night. Before he could turn around to whoever the culprit was, the deep breath he took alerted him to a thick, warm smell that shot right down to his cock.

“Daichi,” Asahi muttered beside his ear. “It's Hinata.”

Daichi sat up quickly, and as his eyes adjusted to the small bit of light coming in from the window, he could see that more than half of the team was being affected. Suga was already up on his feet, stepping between futons to get to Hinata on the other side of the room. Nishinoya was sitting on Tanaka's sleeping form; when he noticed Daichi staring, he gave him a thumbs up.

“He was grinding in his sleep,” he whispered with a huge grin. “Had to get him to stop somehow.”

Daichi didn't question it; he got to his feet, too, and followed the path Suga had taken. Ennoshita and Narita were somehow still asleep, but Kinoshita was eyeing Hinata anxiously in the dark, head lifted from his pillow. Daichi absently patted his light brown hair in what he hoped was a reassuring manner, though honestly he did it more to keep himself grounded. The closer he got to Hinata, the more his body reacted to the waves of lust carried by his scent.

“Someone please take care of him,” Tsukishima's muffled whine could be heard, even with his face buried in his pillow. Yamaguchi turned from where he had also been giving Hinata a look of pity, and tried to comfort his friend. Tsukishima's back muscles tensed at his friend's gentle touch, and Yamaguchi lifted his hand back like it'd been burned.

“Not a good idea,” Daichi murmured to the first year as he passed them, too. “We'll get Hinata out of here and open the window, and he'll be fine.”

Yamaguchi nodded dolefully, and Daichi kept moving. He knelt down beside Suga, in front of Hinata's futon, and had to grip his hands into fists to keep from touching on instinct.

“Can you carry him, Daichi?” Suga whispered, leaning closer to Daichi even as he was stroking Hinata's back soothingly. “I'll bring his futon and meet you outside.”

“Yeah,” Daichi agreed. He leaned over, doing his best to breathe as little as possible, and whispered. “Hinata. Hey, I'm going to pick you up now.”

Hinata's body was trembling wildly, and he had his face buried in his pillow as well; from this close, though, Daichi could hear his heavy panting, the occassional soft moans. His smell was intense, of sex and filth and need, and Daichi could feel the blood moving lower and lower in his body. Daichi slid his hands under Hinata's body and hefted him up, a struggle with how taut every one of his muscles was, but he managed. With Hinata in his arms he rushed out with less care, accidentally stepping on a hand as he hustled out of the room. He didn't stop to apologize, but he did hear Suga do it for him, which was just as well.

Daichi didn't stop until he found the first unlocked room. It was a classroom while school was in session, but all the desks and chairs had been stacked in the back to make it easier for cleaning. Hinata was still shivering in his arms, and where his skin met Daichi's he was burning up. His eyes were wrenched shut, tear stains high on his cheekbones, and all in all Hinata looked incredibly pitiable.

Daichi didn't look up until he heard the door open again. Sugawara was in the doorway, with Hinata’s futon rolled up and tucked under one arm and three bottles of water balanced under the other. He laid the futon out on the floor of the empty classroom, in a place with just enough space for two of them, and then he stepped aside.

“Take good care of our tiny baby bird,” Suga teased gently. He was smiling warmly at Daichi, with absolute trust. Combined with the smell of Hinata’s heat, Daichi couldn’t help but shiver.

He laid Hinata’s tense body onto the futon, and then grabbed the first bottle of water. Holding his underclassman’s head up, Daichi put the lip of the bottle to his mouth. Hinata drank slowly at first, but once the water hit his parched throat, he grabbed the bottle and downed it all in seconds.

“What’s- what’s wrong with me…?” Hinata gasped, finally opening his eyes. “Why is everything so hot?

“You’re in heat, Hinata.”

Hinata’s brows furrowed over his glossy, unfocused eyes. “I… I’m an omega? ”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

Hinata seemed to be taking this in for a long moment, and then he looked up at Daichi with his huge eyes, pupils blown so wide that his irises were barely there.

“Are you going to fuck me, Daichi-san?”

Daichi froze a little, and answered firmly, “Only if you want me to.”

Hinata squirmed, shifting so his warm thighs could rut against Daichi’s leg.

“I need you to,” he whined beautifully. Daichi groaned, and fought to keep a level head. Hinata smelled incredible, and having his slick so close made Daichi’s dick ache.

“This is important, Hinata,” he snapped in his captain voice. “If this isn’t what you want, we can wake Takeda-sensei and he’ll take you to the hospital for a suppressant.” Daichi opted not to mention that it wouldn’t help much, given that his heat had already begun, that it would only stave off enough of the burning need for fullness.

“Do you trust me to do this, Hinata?”

“Of course I trust you,” Hinata said simply, looking like the picture of innocence with his head a tilt in confusion. “You’re the captain.” And then Hinata wrapped his arms around Daichi’s neck, and ground his crotch down against his muscled thigh with a breathy moan.

It had to be good enough, Daichi decided. He could hardly resist his own body's urges at this point, and with Hinata humping his leg, the logical centers of his brain were all shutting down. Daichi grabbed Hinata's face in between his hands, marveled at how truly small he was when Daichi's palms could engulf his entire cheeks, and then pulled him close for a heated kiss. Eager as he was, Hinata kissed back sloppily; his mouth was dry, unfocused, moving all over Daichi's lips and chin. Daichi groaned, and held Hinata's face still, pushed into his mouth with his tongue, took control. Hinata seemed to appreciate the focus, as he moaned from deep in his chest. Against his leg, Daichi could feel how wet Hinata's shorts had become, they were soaked through entirely, and the realization made him feel slightly delirious.

He slid his hands down Hinata's body, tugging up on the hem of his shirt and then sliding his hands down over the curve of his ass. He pulled the waistband of Hinata's shorts and boxers down in one go, and quickly peeling the garments off of his body entirely. They plopped to the floor in a thick, sticky heap.

“Hinata,” he grunted, his rough voice a contrast to his gentle hands. “Turn around. Get on your hands and knees.”

Daichi helped Hinata take the right position, and then sat on his haunches, marveling at the sight of Hinata's slick, red ass. He ran his cold fingers over the hot skin slowly, and had to touch his own straining, aching dick, which was desperate for some relief. But even though he wanted nothing more than to fuck the first year into a sex coma, Daichi fought with him instincts, reminded himself that this was Hinata's first time, and he had to be methodical. He leaned in closer to Hinata's ass and inhaled his musk deeply, then pressed his lips to the wet pucker, sucking and lapping at the juices that now coated the back of Hinata's thighs, and his genitals.

Hinata was making a beautiful cacophony of noises, then, moans and whimpers and high pitched gasps. His tone was breathy, and his breathing was heavy, and Daichi almost mourned the fact that he couldn't see his face while he was being undone. But this was the best position for knotting, and that was what Hinata needed, so Daichi opted to shut his eyes and let the sounds paint the picture in his mind. When he decided that just rimming wasn't going to be enough anymore, that he wanted Hinata to come once before they inserted anything anywhere, Daichi slid his hand forward and squeezed his balls, before coming to close his palm tightly around Hinata's dick. It was already weeping, precum leaking like a dripping faucet, and when Daichi first stroked it the shuddering sound that Hinata made was almost inhuman. It spurred Daichi to pump him quickly, unable to keep his patience any longer; he needed to be inside of Hinata now.

Fortunately for Daichi, it only took a few strokes before Hinata was coming with a sharp cry, muffling the sound of his voice with his own knuckle. Daichi could barely wait past that point, and he was pulling his own dick free of its fabric restraints before he was even on his knees again. He lined himself up with Hinata's entrance so quickly that he missed and slipped out the first time. Daichi forced himself to take a deep breath, and then he lined himself up again; this time, he pushed in slowly, gasping in pure pleasure at the tight, silky heat that engulfed his cock. Hinata was whining and squeezing around him, but Daichi knew he could take it, he wasn't worried. He leaned over and pressed kisses down along the length of Hinata's spine, murmuring affections he couldn't even hear over his pulse pounding in his ears.

He pulled out and pushed in again, and again, but it wasn't long until his knot swelled and held him in place. Daichi dug his fingers into Hinata's hips as he came inside of him, holding him steady as he filled him up with his seed. When Daichi was spent, his cock went flaccid, and he was able to slowly untangle his body from Hinata's. He gently tugged Hinata down into his lap, and when he saw that Hinata was hard again, he patiently jerked him off, lazily kissing him and cradling him close.

Hinata came with another small shout, and collapsed onto the futon, his breathing slow and heavy. His face was a red mess of sweat, tears, and snot, and his hair was matted down in some places while it stood straight up in others. Daichi laughed at the sight of Hinata, but it came from a place of warmth. He reached over to grab a second water bottle, and made sure that Hinata drank all of that, too.

"Oh Captain, My Captain" [2/2] (Daichi/Hinata, alpha/omega, first time, knotting) (underage)

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Re: "Oh Captain, My Captain" [2/2] (Daichi/Hinata, alpha/omega, first time, knotting) (underage)

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Re: "Oh Captain, My Captain" [2/2] (Daichi/Hinata, alpha/omega, first time, knotting) (underage)

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Re: "Oh Captain, My Captain" [2/2] (Daichi/Hinata, alpha/omega, first time, knotting) (underage)

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re: underage tag

(Anonymous) - 2015-12-01 04:18 (UTC) - Expand

kunimi and komi have current concerns related to sleep during the day, so what if they had troubles falling asleep at night, too?

basically i'd like to see something where either kunimi or komi masturbate or have sex with their partner(s) in order to settle down for bed. because orgasms are good for that kind of thing.

in terms of pairs, i like oikawa or kindaichi for kunimi, and sarukui for komi, but anything's fine with me! solo is more than okay too

literally anything with akaashi and any the captains (especially the main four; bokuto, kuroo, daichi, and oikawa) one of them, multiple of them, or all of them at once

if going the group sex route, i'd really prefer nothing violent/gang rapey please!

god please just give me someone stepping on oikawa's dick and him loving it

Number: 4

"More," Oikawa moans, "more, please."

He's on his back on the carpet, naked with legs spread wide open. The carpet fibers are pushing into his back, and when he arches up he feels the slightl burn against his shoulder blades. He wants to get fucked on this floor, to end up covered in rug burn, too sore to get up in the morning.

Suga is watching him writhe, watching him keen and push his crotch up into the air, begging to be stepped on again. He's fully clothed, standing just a step away, waiting until Oikawa absolutely can't take it anymore.

"What would you like me to do?" Suga asks, and he sounds sort of bored, uninterested and Oikawa rubs his ass into the carpet, relishing in the slight burn.

"Step on me again, please." Oikawa begs.

Suga laughs. "You're really pathetic like this, you know?" He takes a step forward until he's between Oikawa's legs.

Oikawa nods, eager to agree. He is pathetic, he's disgusting, he wants to be punished.

Suga runs the toe of his patent leather dress shoe up the inside of Oikawa's thigh, balancing effortlessly on one foot. He gets close to Oikawa's crotch and then stops. Oikawa whines and pushes up his hips again. Suga moves his foot up to Oikawa's chest, as far as he can reach by pointing his toe.

"Please, please, please," Oikawa chants, mindless in his desperation. Suga drags is toe down Oikawa's chest and stomach, lingering and pushing hard just above his dick.

"Is this close enough?" He asks, knowing that it isn't.

Oikawa shakes his head again. He's still begging, but it's mindless. Suga laughs a little again, and Oikawa seems to shrink slightly at the sound. He presses the sole of his shoe against the underside of Oikawa's cock, where it's hard and curving towards his stomach slightly.

Oikawa yelps, his chanting moan turning into half a scream and he pushes up, flinching into the pressure of Suga's shoe as he pushes down against him. "Is this what you like?" Suga asks. He wants to hear him say it, hear him beg for it even more than he already is.

"Yes," He pants, and Suga pushes down just a little harder and Oikawa's dick is squished between Suga's shoe and his own abdomen. "Yes, I like this, please."

Suga isn't even sure what he's asking for now, just more of what he's already getting, or something worse. Suga rests his hand on Oikawa's knee, the good one, he notices, and leans down until it looks like more of his weight is on his lifted foot.

He's not, of course, bearing down his weight on Oikawa, because the danger of seriously hurting him is too great, but just the image of himself looming over him seems to be doing enough, and Oikawa's eyes widen before squeezing shut.

Suga stands up again, lifting his foot and setting it on the floor. It's faint, but he almost thinks he can see an impression from his shoe against the underside of Oikawa's cock, or at least a part that is a little redder than the rest.

"Again," Oikawa whines, "again, again, please."

"You're so polite, but I'm tired," Suga lies and laughs, "you should do some work for me. Touch yourself, Tooru." He says his name low, sexy in the way Oikawa likes to hear it best and Oikawa doesn't waste a second deliberating.

He wraps his hand around his cock and strokes it once. It's clearly too dry, and he licks his hand before stroking again.

"Keep going." Suga orders, and Oikawa seems very eager to listen, as he's stroking hard and fast, pushing his hips up into his hand. "I want you to come before I fuck you."

Oikawa moans at that, and with another twist of his wrist he comes, shaking, over his chest, side and the carpet.

"You're so quick for me, Tooru, you certainly want it bad."

Re: FILL: "More" (Oikawa/Suga dickstepping, desperation, pain play)

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Re: FILL: "More" (Oikawa/Suga dickstepping, desperation, pain play)

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“I love dogs, I’ve always loved dogs.”

is this a space/scifi AU or a Jupiter Ascending AU?? listen, who knows, but yahaba just. loves dogs. do whatever you will with this line, really.

Uh okay so this isn't exactly a Jupiter Ascending AU, but kind of borrows bits from it? idek what this is but it sure is Something

"Oikawa called you a guard dog," Yahaba says, and Kyoutani growls under his breath. "Is that what you are?"

"I'm a guard," Kyoutani says. "And I might happen to be a dog. But I'm not a guard dog. Anyway, this way. I've been assigned to guard you. I'm going to keep you safe."

"Safe from what?" Yahaba wonders following him down the long hall.

Kyoutani shrugs. "I don't know. Safe. In general. I guess. Oikawa said he'll give you some time to settle in, but he wants to speak to you in an hour. Do you want me to leave and come back for you?"

Yahaba eyes the large chamber they're standing in front of and frowns. "Uh. You can stay, if you don't have anything else to do? This place is big and I don't really… know anyone. Or what I'm doing. At all."

"I'll stay," Kyoutani tells him, and leads the way into the room.

Yahaba doesn't really know what to talk about, and the silence that stretches between them is awkward. He finally clears his throat and looks up at Kyoutani.

"So. You're a dog."

•

By the time Kyoutani leads him to the throne room to speak with Oikawa, they've learned a lot about each other. Yahaba's learned all about the genetic experiments that resulted in Kyoutani's race, about their genetic similarities to dogs, their physical similarities, their temperamental similarities.

And the best thing that Yahaba could think of to say at the time was, I love dogs. I've always loved dogs.

The silence that hangs over them as they walk now is even more awkward than it was before.

Kyoutani opens the door to the throne room and lets Yahaba enter first, not quite looking him in the eye. It's not a very big room, but big enough to entertain a handful of guests. Yahaba wonders why Oikawa's chosen this, of all places, to make into a throne room, but then he notices the large paneled window behind the throne, looking out into the starry void of space, and Yahaba understands completely.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Oikawa asks, his voice raspy as he gets to his feet and glides across the room, taking Yahaba's hands in his.

There's another guard, the same race as Kyoutani, standing beside the throne. Iwaizumi, Yahaba remembers from when he first introduced himself when bringing Yahaba on board. Kyoutani defers to him, not looking him in the eye but standing beside him, the respect evident in the very way he moves.

Oikawa follows Yahaba's gaze and chuckles softly. "Iwa-chan is top dog, here. He's the heard of the guard. He's training little Mad Dog-chan here to be a good pup."

Quiet as Oikawa's voice is, Kyoutani still seems to hear it, for the way he tenses. Iwaizumi places a hand on his shoulder, immediately making him relax. Yahaba watches the silent exchange, fascinated.

"The prophecy said that I'd find a worthy successor on your planet," Oikawa murmurs. "Not that I'm looking to leave my position as Grand King any time soon, but, well. It always helps to have an heir. I knew we made the right choice the moment Mad Dog-chan took to you."

"He didn't take to me, I just didn't take his shit," Yahaba replies, rubbing his knuckles idly, thinking back to the first time he met Kyoutani, just a few hours ago, when they'd bumped into each other in a crowded marketplace and things had somehow escalated into a punch up then and there. Apparently, that's all it takes to become the heir of an entire galaxy. "And I don't really know how to do this… ruling… thing. I don't know if I'm the person you're looking for, honestly."

"Why don't you stay on board for a while?" Oikawa suggests. "Make up your mind after you see what things are like for yourself, instead of me telling you my version."

"Sounds simple enough," Yahaba nods. "Can I ask you a question, though? It's just. Your voice was normal when we first met but it's all raspy now. Are you okay?"

Yahaba thinks he sees Iwaizumi tense up. Oikawa laughs, patting his shoulder.

"I'm perfectly fine, you don't have to worry. It's just… we had an hour to kill while we let you settle in, and Iwa-chan gets ever so enthusiastic about breathplay."

"Oh," Yahaba says, because honestly, he doesn't really know what else to say. "Okay."

•

Just as Oikawa suggested, Yahaba does stay on the large spaceship, familiarising himself with it and the way things work. He's gotten used to Kyoutani following him around like—well, a dog.

He's even gotten used to Kyoutani sleeping at the foot of his bed. That took a while.

He's just… gotten used to Kyoutani, in general. The conversation flows easier. The fights start a lot quicker. Yahaba enjoys both of these things.

"Was Oikawa right?" Yahaba asks one night, when he's lying awake, with Kyoutani curled on his side at the end of the giant bed. "About you taking to me?"

Kyoutani sighs, sitting up in the bed. "Yeah. I guess so."

Yahaba blinks in surprise. "Really?"

"I didn't hate you," Kyoutani tells him. "Usually, I hate people as soon as I meet them."

"I've kind of gotten that impression," Yahaba laughs quietly. "Grumpy puppy."

In the faint starlight coming in through the window, Yahaba sees Kyoutani go still.

"Say that again."

"So you can punch me for it?"

"No, just…" Kyoutani swallows hard and when he speaks this time, his voice is quieter, almost pleading. "Call me that again."

"If will if you come here," Yahaba says, sitting up in bed, leaning back against the headboard and watching as Kyoutani crawls up the bed, until they're pressed against each other. Kyoutani has his hands resting on the headboard, on either side of Yahaba, caging him in. Their lips are nearly touching, their warm breath mingling in the tiny space between them.

"Grumpy puppy," Yahaba repeats, smiling as Kyoutani hums, low and pleased.

"I'm not going to do this unless you're staying," Kyoutani murmurs, his lips brushing against Yahaba's with each word. "I'm not doing that to myself, or to you."

"I'm staying," Yahaba tells him with a smile. He made the decision days ago, he's just been waiting until he's sure about it. He's sure about it now.

"Good," Kyoutani breathes, then kisses him.

Re: FILL: The Grand Prince (Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru; Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru)

(Anonymous) - 2016-01-18 06:04 (UTC) - Expand

I really really want Tsukishima restrained, blindfolded, in a position of complete vunerability. Yamaguchi can be a tease or a total dom up to the filler.
I'd prefer this to not being their first time since this requires a lot of trust between partners. Bonus points for having a safeword and aftercare because I'm a sucker for sweetness.

s e c o n d e d

i want shirabu jerking off to the thought of ushijima

if you can incorporate toys or (attempts at, because there's only so much you can do by yourself) bondage, that'd be a huge plus, but the big focus should be shirabu really, really wanting to be wrecked by ushijima but also knowing that ushijima isn't interested in him at all

Oikawa, the catcher who brings out the best in all his pitchers, not to mention the rest of the team, and Iwaizumi the Ace Pitcher.

Maybe they're just practicing together, or it's the middle of a game and Oikawa's calling for a pitch Iwaizumi isn't sure he wants to throw.

Maybe Oikawa puts too much on his own shoulders, staying late after practices, planning pitches and plays for every eventuality and Iwaizumi has to remind him that he can't be a catcher without a pitcher.

And I mean, yeah, sure, maybe Oikawa blows Iwa while wearing his catchers gear (without mask), I mean, maybe Iwaizumi's ass looks great in baseball pants, okay sure.

i just want cheerleader girls with yahaba as the one who takes cheer very seriously. like so seriously. they can be doing anything at all!! at cheer practice, having sex, petting a dog... AS LONG AS THEYRE CHEER GIRLS

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"God fucking damn it, Kyoutani," Yahaba spits out, brushing her bangs out of her eyes so she can glare at her teammate properly.

A short distance away from them, the first years freeze up in terror, the way they always do when Yahaba uses her angry voice. They've learned to fear it, knowing that Yahaba is nice as long as she has the patience for it but the moment she snaps, she snaps.

Kyoutani, on the other hand, is a completely different story. Kyoutani stares her down, like she's challenging Yahaba for a fight and oh, Yahaba will give her one, if Kyoutai doesn't stop looking at her like that. She's going to punch that surly look right off Kyoutani's stupid perfect face and shes' going to feel good about it.

(She thinks about punching Kyoutani a lot. Imagines punching her in the mouth until her lips bleed and then kissing and biting them so they bleed more. She thinks about that all the fucking time.)

"Um." Watari clears her throat from where she's standing beside them. "Can we… please not do this? If you two get into another punch-up, the coach isn't going to let us use the gym for practice after school."

"Yeah she will," Kyoutani says dismissively, not taking her eyes off Yahaba. "She needs us to practice, if she wants us going to the nationals."

"Yeah, well, the coach definitely doesn't need this," Yahaba says, looking Kyoutani up and down. She lowers her voice, until it sounds serious rather than angry. "Damn it, Kyoutani, you're the best flyer out of the second years and when the third years graduate, we're going to need you. Could you at least try to take this a bit more seriously?"

"Why?" Kyoutani grunts with a shrug. "Not like I'm the only one who can do it. You're a good flyer too. I've seen you do it."

"You're better than I am," Yahaba admits, balling her hands into fists. It takes every ounce of her self control to keep them at her sides, instead of swinging them at Kyoutani. "You're so—ugh, you're talented and you're just wasting it away because you'd rather make everyone's lives difficult and if you just came to practice on a regular basis, you'd be so amazing. You'd… you'd be like Iwaizumi."

It's not a calculated move on Yahaba's part, but that catches Kyoutani's attention. She goes still, her eyes widening as she considers it.

"I'm not even exaggerating," Yahaba presses. "Your technique is really good, you're flexible, you nail your landings more often than the rest of us do…"

"Okay," Kyoutani says at length. She nods, and even though she's still frowning, Yahaba's going to count that as a win. "Yeah. Fine. I'll come to practice more often. That's what you want, right?"

Yahaba nods solemnly. "Thank you."

Kyoutani clicks her tongue, looking away with a scowl. "Don't thank me for something like that, it's weird."

"Yeah, well, you're weird," Yahaba retorts, but she's grinning.

When Kyoutani looks up to meet Yahaba's gaze, she's grinning too.

FILL: Losers (Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru; cisswap, cheergirls au)

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FILL: Go, Fight, Win (Yahaba/Kyoutani, cisswap, cheerleader AU, gendered slur use)

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okay, hear me out... literally who is better for omegaverse than mad dog chan. i just want kyoutani as like a very troublesome/occasionally destructive omega and yahaba trying his best.

Yahaba knows, the moment he opens the door to their apartment. The smell hits him, making him stagger backwards a bit from its sheer force. It tells him the same thing that the broken furniture around the apartment does: Kyoutani's in heat.

"Oh," he says weakly to himself, breathing in deeply, going a little weak at the knees at just how good it is. "Oh shit."

He finds Kyoutani on all fours in their bed, with what looks like three extra sheets down, a bottle of lube lying beside him as he fucks himself with three of his fingers. Yahaba licks his lips, content to just stand in the doorway for a moment and watch.

Kyoutani, as it turns out, is not happy with this at all.

"I can smell you there," he growls out, looking over his shoulder, glaring at Yahaba. "When are you going to get over here?"

"When are you going to stop ruining our furniture?" Yahaba shoots back, even as he steps closer to the bed. "It's not the furniture's fault that you're in heat, you know."

Kyoutani snarls in reply. "Well it sure as fuck isn't my fault and I'm suffering anyway."

"It's―"

"And don't," Kyoutani bites out, "tell me it's going to be okay because this is never okay and I hate it and I need you, Shigeru."

His voice cracks over the last bit, and he sounds so desperate that Yahaba needs to touch him, needs to give him what he wants, needs to make things okay.

Yahaba kneels on the bed behind Kyoutani, picking up the lube and slicking his fingers with it. He takes hold of Kyoutani's wrist, waiting for permission before he pulls. He replaces Kyoutani's three fingers with three of his own, thrusting into him steadily. Kyoutani groans against the mattress, submitting to whatever Yahaba will give him. Yahaba isn't gentle about it, not giving Kyoutani any pause as he thrusts deep and quick. Kyoutani smells so good that Yahaba doesn't think he could pull himself away if he tried.

"Is this going to be enough to make you come?" Yahaba asks, curling his fingers, earning a loud cry from Kyoutani. "This will do, won't it? My fingers are enough for you, and I'm going to fuck you next. Is that what you want?"

Kyoutani growls in reply, feral and desperate and still angry. Yahaba hopes that an orgasm will take the edge off that anger. If not, then a second, or a third. Yahaba has fought with him the entire way through his heat before and as much as he'll do it again, he'd much rather not having to. This is much easier when Kyoutani's willing to admit what he needs, when he doesn't resent Yahaba for being the physical representation of everything he needs, rolled into one.

Yahaba might be an alpha, but he's still learning how to be one. Mating with Kyoutani means that he's having to learn much quicker than he ever expected, but he wouldn't change it for anything.

"Fuck, yeah, fuck, just like that," Kyoutani moans, as Yahaba's fingers brush against his prostate.

"Watch your motherfucking language," Yahaba mutters, and Kyoutani snorts out a quiet laugh. Yahaba grins to himself, glad that he's at least managed to achieve that.

Kyoutani comes with a loud moan, bearing back onto Yahaba's fingers until it becomes too much for him. It doesn't last for long; he whines in protest when Yahaba pulls his fingers out, already wanting more again.

The good thing about being an alpha, Yahaba supposes, is that he keeps up with his mate. He's already hard, stroking lube onto himself before pressing Kyoutani down into the mattress and thrusting into him.

Kyoutani moans loudly in approval. Yahaba is rougher than before, fucking Kyoutani, claiming him, a primal part of his mind insists, making Kyoutani his. As if Kyoutani could possibly be anyone else's.

Kyoutani feels perfect around him, hot and tight and amazing. They're going to fuck each other into exhaustion, Yahaba knows from experience, and he welcomes it, welcomes the feeling of the entire world narrowing down to nothing more than Kyoutani, and how much they need each other. He notices the bottles of water Kyoutani already has on the bedside table and smiles to himself, leaning closer to kiss Kyoutani's shoulder.

"What?" Kyoutani asks, still gruff, but not sounding quite as angry any more.

"Nothing." Yahaba finds Kyoutani's hand clutching at the sheets and covers it with his own. "I've got you."

Kyoutani doesn't say anything in reply, but he turns his hand over to link his fingers with Yahaba's. It's enough.

demon king kuroo and that cute white mage that always hangs around the hero, preferably them doing it

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"You shouldn't be wandering around here on your own," Kuroo warns, as he walks up behind the little white mage, grinning to himself. "You never know what kind of trouble you'll get yourself into, with no one around to save you."

"I can take care of myself," is the quiet reply, and Kuroo chuckles, holding onto the small, narrow shoulders with his clawed hands,

"Can you really, Kenma?"

Kenma turns around, his hands glowing with magic, and Kuroo is powerless against the invisible hands pulling him down to his knees.

Stroking Kuroo's cheek, Kenma gives him a small smile. "I think so."

Kuroo gathers his own magic, but it crackles against Kenma's, sparking when they both come into contact. Kenma strengthens his spell, keeping Kuroo down.

"I came looking for you," Kenma says softly.

"Well, kitten," Kuroo grins up at him. "I guess you found me."

Kenma's fingers go into Kuroo's hair, petting it gently. "Were you waiting for me?"

"Please," Kuroo laughs, even as he leans into the touch. "I'm a demon king. I don't need to wait for anyone. Things fall into place around me."

"Mhmm." Kenma curls his fingers, tugging gently on Kuroo's hair, before running his fingers along Kuroo's curving horns. He kneels down in front of Kuroo, hands resting on his shoulders, and gives him the smallest, sweetest kiss. "It's good to see you again, Kuroo."

Kuroo leans forward, but the invisible hands pull him back again, keeping him down. Kenma pulls back, licking his lips, and Kuroo is helpless to just kneel there and wait, until Kenma leans in again, kissing his neck this time.

"Kenma," he says, his voice low. Kenma ignores him, sucking a mark onto his neck and then another, a little further down, until he's stopped by the material of Kuroo's shirt. Kuroo breathes out slowly, disappointed as Kenma pulls away. "Please, Kenma, just let me—"

A finger pressed to his lips hushes him. Kenma pulls the zipper down the front of Kuroo's shirt, opening it, pushing the material aside to bare his skin. His fingers trail down Kuroo's body lightly, brushing over Kuroo's nipples too briefly to be satisfying, before making their way down, over his abs, down to the front of his pants.

Kuroo has been hard since Kenma's magic forced him down. Kenma doesn't even look surprised at the discovery. He simply rubs through the fabric, until Kuroo's breath is hitching and he's desperately wishing he could rock his hips into the contact.

Kenma uses his magic to undo Kuroo's pants, and pull them down, not having to stop touching him even once as it happens. Kuroo sighs at the feeling of Kenma's hand on his cock, stroking slowly, steadily.

Then Kenma gets to his feet, and Kuroo licks his lips because he knows what's coming next. Kenma pulls his heavy white robes aside, and Kuroo makes a hungry growl at the back of his throat because Kenma isn't wearing pants, isn't even wearing underwear.

"Like I said," Kenma murmurs, taking hold of one of Kuroo's horns and pulling him close. "I came looking for you."

Kuroo goes happily, settling his hands on either side of Kenma's hips and swallowing him down. He listens to the way Kenma's breath hitches, the way it feels as Kenma swells to full hardness in his mouth. Kuroo sucks him off eagerly, bobbing his head, rubbing his long tongue against Kenma's cock until he's gasping, until he's moaning, gripping tightly onto Kuroo's horns and fucking into his mouth with short, sharp thrusts.

"K-Kuroo," he manages to say, letting go of Kuroo's horns and pulling back.

Letting him go, Kuroo watches him, watches as Kenma wraps his fingers around himself, stroking firmly. He comes with a low moan, spilling all over Kuroo's chest.

"Yesss," Kuroo hisses, but then his eyes widen as he sees Kenma pulling his robes back on. "Kenma, no—"

"You shouldn't be wandering around here on your own," Kenma tells him, pressing one last kiss to Kuroo's lips, strengthening his spell a little more to keep Kuroo bound for a bit longer. There's a small, sly smile tugging at Kenma's lips. "…You never know what kind of trouble you'll get yourself into, with no one around to save you."

FILL: Careful (Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou)

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Bokuto, Akaashi, Kuroo and Lev on a female Tsukishima going in everywhere (titty fucking please!) and talking dirty.

I can't get this out of my mind, so here goes.

Asahi is very shy but also very sexually frustrated. Noya is trying to convince himself that he's straight but he can't stop thinking about giving a blowjob.

Basically I just want Noya blowing Asahi through a glory hole. In a trashy bar or wherever is not important to me. Neither one knows who the other is during, if they find out after can be up to you.

Nishinoya doesn't make the connection between his love for Gari-Gari Kun pops and an oral fixation until Tsukishima makes a flippant, crass comment one day when they're all in Coach Ukai's family's shop. At the time all Noya does is flip him off, and finish eating his popsicle so lewdly that Ukai brandishes a broom at the whole group of them for scaring away customers, and Tanaka laughs about it all the way to the train station.

But even though Tsukishima is a piece of shit with no filter and a dirty mind, his words stick with Nishinoya: oral fixation. When he finally gets enough free time that week between school, practice, and homework to masturbate, he finds himself seeking out videos of makeouts, of titsucking, of biting, and finally of blowjobs. At first he reminds himself he's not watching the guys' cocks so much as the girls' lips, but in the deepest, darkest parts of his mind Noya knows he's not imagining getting sucked off: he's imagining being the one to do the sucking.

It's a few weeks before he takes the next step, and clicks onto the gay porn sister site of the one he typically frequents. It's easier to put himself in the shoes of these actors, their grunts are deeper, their hands are meaner, and if at all possible, their mouths seem even hungier than the girls' did. But maybe he's just projecting. Noya buys Gari-Gari Kuns on a daily basis now, and eats them more thoroughly than he ever did before; Tanaka once comments about how he's letting it melt all over his hands, what a waste, are his teeth feeling okay, but in truth Noya's letting the juices dribble down his chin because he's imagining them as something else. It starts becoming a little disappointing when he gets down to a hard stick, and not a blown load, and Noya can't handle the impatient itch that comes with that.

But Noya's not about to ask any of the guys he knows if they'd let him get on his knees and blow them, and he can't get into a gay bar until he's 20. For four years he has to make the best of what he's got: popsicles, bananas, pickles... even hot dogs, though he actually kind of hates them. Eating those foods starts to have nothing to do with sustinence and everything to do with pleasure. When he gets to the point where he winces when his mom is cutting up carrots to put in salads, when he's getting boners from the Gari-Gari Kun jingle, Noya tries to quit. When a pen explodes on him in Japanese class and he realizes he was biting on the end of it, he gives up entirely.

It's his twentieth birthday, the night he finally gets to do something about his kink. He tells his friends that birthdays are a family thing for the Nishinoyas, and then tells his family he's got plans with his friends. The plan isn't foolproof, but Noya is so wrecked he doesn't care. He styles his hair with shaky fingers and a little too much gel because he's so distracted, and slides an older pair of his kneepads on under his most wrinkled pair of jeans.

The bar is dark, and smells too much like booze and sweat and heavy, musky cologne. The smell reminds him vaguely of the last night at a training camp, after the coaches went off to bed and some Tokyo players pulled out bottles of sake. Noya remembers how he'd get hard whenever he watched a guy take a swig from the bottle, and somehow it makes him a little more at ease. Finally, finally, he was going to get a taste.

He's done enough research to know that Sendai doesn't have too many gay bars, and this is the only one with glory holes. Forums have told him it's usually packed, but unsurprisingly, it seems like the crowd waiting for the giving end is longer than for the receiving end. Noya orders himself a small beer, and hates the sort of knowing look the bartender gives him even before he opens his mouth. The man checks his ID for way longer than necessary.

“Lightweight, eh?” He scoffs with a chuckle, clearly eyeing Noya's 161 centimeters. Noya clicks his tongue and downs the whole glass like a shot, pays for it, and stalks off. He doesn't want to be drunk for this, just buzzed enough to heighten all of the sensations.

Noya already has the beginnings of a boner when he's finally shoved down to his knees in front of a glory hole by the guy who he assumes is some kind of bouncer, there to make sure the face fucking doesn't get too out of hand. Anticipation is killing him, because he can clearly see the crotch of some trousers just on the other side of the wall, but the guy seems hesitant to undo his pants.

'Ugh, fuck you, this isn't the time for cold feet!' Nishinoya wants to shout at him. 'I'll take good care of you!

When the stranger finally unzips his pants, Noya can feel drool slide down his chin. He wipes it away with a whine and leans off his haunches. Through the hole he can see the man's thick, brown fingers belonging to big, sturdy-looking hands working his cock out of the slit of his boxers. Maybe it's just his imagination, but the air starts to smell less dizzying and more tantalyzing.

Unable to help himself, Noya slides his fingers through the hole to brush the head of the other guy's dick. He can hear the deep shudder this elicits and he loves it, loves the way he can feel the blood pounding in the guy's cock. He thinks that for as much as he loves girls, nothing will ever compare to a dick in his hands, except maybe a dick in his mouth. It's time to find out.

The stranger's cock is still mostly flaccid at this point, but it's pretty big, even so: uncut, and thicker than all of Noya's fingers together, probably. He thinks that when it's hard it'll be the biggest thing he's ever put in his mouth. The realization makes him whine, and he feels his own erection start to strain against his pants. Unable to resist any longer, Noya presses his chin to the thin layer of sheetrock that separates him and the guy he's about to blow, and closes his lips around the head of his cock.

The man whines and bucks his hips immediately, but then seems to pull back a little. The hole isn't big enough for Noya's hands and mouth to be there at the same time, so he clamps his lips as tight as he can around the swelling cockhead, determined to keep him there but also not to use his teeth. When the stranger stills again, Noya sighs in relief, eases up a little. He brushes his fingers along the underside of the dick, and starts to pepper it with little kisses, lave it with his tongue. It's surprisingly instinctual to Noya, who'd wondered if he wasn't going to freeze up in front of the real thing.

It tastes nothing like a Gari-Gari Kun. It barely has a taste at all, except for the saltiness of sweat, maybe a little bitterness because of how thick the precum is. And there is starting to be precome, the dick in Noya's fingers and tongue is swelling so rapidly. Noya pulls away just to look at it; it's even more beautiful now that the head is flushing red. He notices that, while the guy has coarse, dark pubic hair, it's been cropped short, and it makes him smile a little; whoever this guy is, he isn't a total douche. Or he has some sense of hygiene, at least.

Actually, Noya notes as he goes back to suckling from the tip of the cock, flicking his tongue over the slit, this is what he imagines heat would taste like, if it could be put in palpable form. It's not the best taste in the world, but the sensation, the weight of skin and blood and sinew against the inside of his cheek, it's so fucking addictive that the taste is all but irrelevant. He wants to be here forever, on this dirty bar floor, with this guy's dick in his mouth.

At first it's just Noya moving his head, bobbing up and down, barely letting the tip of the guy's swollen cock touch the back of his throat before pulling away again to do it over, but suddenly something on the other side of the wall changes, and with a deep grunt the stranger starts thrusting. He's fucking Noya's mouth and it feels so good, so full. It makes him a little dizzy, and it's all he can do to keep some modicum of control. He knows that his teeth sort of graze the length of the cock as it pushes in, but the stranger doesn't seem to mind. He's moaning loudly now, and the sound and sensation drive Noya so insane he has to grab his own straining cock and start kneading it through his jeans.

He sees stars behind his eyes when the stranger starts pushing too far, choking him on it, but the feeling of fullness in his mouth his so right that he groans even as he's kind-of gagging. A fist is banging on the wall, though it takes Noya a moment to realize that it's happening; it doesn't set in until the cock is being pulled out of his mouth.

“No you fucking don't,” he croaks, chasing it with his fingertips and tongue. He puts his hand on the end of the shaft, as low as he can reach, and starts tonguing the slit like an eager puppy, lapping up all the precum that's dripping out. The stranger's hand is still hitting the wall, but it's a dull smack now instead of a heavy knock. When he decides he's had enough of waiting, Noya closes his mouth around as much of the cock as he can comfortably take in a single swallow, leaving room in the back of his throat, and sucks so hard the walls of his mouth close in around the guy's dick in a way that he can feel every throbbing vein pulse through his cheeks.

The stranger comes with a deep, satisfied groan, and the weight of his cum spraying Noya's throat along with the sound that all but shakes the wall makes Noya come, too. He's crying as he does so, the tears and snot spilling down his face, because it's the best orgasm he's ever had. The guy tries to pull out but Noya won't let him, and he just keeps kissing the beautiful, perfect dick he's got in his hands as it softens under his touch.

The bouncer guy puts his hands on Noya's shoulders none too gently, and it sort of breaks the illusion down; it's over now. Noya blinks back into the present in time to see that beautiful cock get zipped back into the black trousers they came from, and he looks down a little in shame at the huge wet spot at his own crotch.

“Bathroom's down the hall,” the bouncer says a bit gruffly. “Can't do much about the stain now, but at least you can not smell so much like sex.”

Noya nods and gets to his feet. His knees are stiff but they aren't sore, thanks to the kneepads; his muscles all kind of feel like they're made of jello, though, so getting to the bathroom is a little more complicated than it should be. It's kind of frustrating, because as an athlete he's used to his body doing what he wants it to do, but it's also kind of hot, how much it wrecked him to blow a dude.

In the mirror, he sees his reflection and can't help but grin; even in the poorly-lit bathroom, it's plain to see that his lips are swollen and red, maybe even a little bruised. They're sore even without being touched and Noya loves the sensation. He wipes himself down, rinses the snot and drool off his face, and decides he has time for another celebratory drink before he has to go.

–

Azumane Asahi tries not to make it a habit, but nonetheless he finds himself at Sendai's largest gay bar once every few months. It started as a way to relieve some frustration; in highschool he'd had to deal with the shy but charged glances Suga and Daichi kept passing back and forth, but that was nothing compared to the suitemate he'd ended up with at university, who was having sex in the room adjacent to Asahi's on a nightly basis.

Glory holes are far from glamorous; they're essentially the exact opposite of the soft touches and loving intimacy he'd dreamt of in high school. But maybe he has high standards, or probably he just sucks at communicating his feelings to the guys who might be able to give him that, because that dream still seems far-off at the age of 20. So he goes to the club instead, and lets an anonymous guy suck him off whenever masturbation just isn't enough to scratch that distracting, frustrating itch.

The guy who'd done him in tonight was different from the last one; he wasn't methodical or patient at all. In fact, it was sloppy to say the least, and at times it bordered on painful when the guy used his teeth, times that were frequent enough that Asahi could tell he had a pretty sizeable gap between his two front teeth. But Asahi couldn't deny it felt like his cock was being worshipped, and that in the end it was the hardest he'd ever come in his life. The guy had even let him finish in his mouth, which was a dizzying prospect on it's own.

When it's over he goes to the bar for a drink, because his mind is racing so quickly trying to relive every detail that he needs something to help shut it off. He's so caught up in his thoughts that he doesn't notice the stool beside his become occupied, until he's elbowed in the arm.

“Whoops, sorry,” the guy says, waving a tankard of beer in his hand absently. “Didn't mean to-- Asahi-san?!”

Asahi is identified before he even looks in the guy's face, and it makes him too scared to look. Whoever this person is, they know him. And they found him at a gay bar, of all places. The only people he's out to are Daichi and Suga, and since he knows it's not either of them by the voice and honorific, he can already sense the awkward conversation that's coming.

No matter who he had been expecting to see on the stool beside his, nothing could have braced him for the reality of it being Nishinoya, his hair shorter and tamer, and his lips swollen and nearly bruised.

When he recovers from the shock, all Asahi can do was nod sheepishly.

“Nishinoya,” he replies shakily. “It's... It's good to see you again.”

“Boy is it ever,” Noya agrees, flashing Asahi a 100 watt grin. And that's when Asahi is reminded of the adorable gap-toothed smile that first stole his heart when he was 16.

Gapped teeth. Swollen lips. Coming upon a terrible epiphany, Asahi looks down, and sees the wear in the knee of Nishinoya's jeans. He looks back up into that trusting, smiling face, and promptly downs the rest of his drink.

It is going to be a long, long night.

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a/n: I spent my 23rd birthday writing asanoya fic and it isn't even romance. I hope this is something close to what you were looking for, OP, and I hope everyone who reads this enjoys!

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The loss of your sense of sight, sound, and touch tends to amplify your other senses right?
So imagine introducing being in a position with no control over anything and having to trust your partner completely.
Essentially, I want either Tsukishima or Oikawa being willing to try it out. Proper precautions are taken but I just want them to be completely unraveled and begging for more through body language vs actual words.
I prefer tsukkiyama but I've fallen hard for IwaOi so both ships are good for me ♡

SWAG2016 participant #11
(I'm sorry, this got more emotional and less smutty than I intended it to be!! I hope OP still likes it.)

"Let's go over this one last time," Iwaizumi murmurs, and Oikawa nods, lifting his head.

"If you want me to stop, just say so, and I'll stop right away," Iwaizumi instructs. "I'm going to ask you to give me a colour every now and then, and you're going to have to reply. Green means keep going. Orange means give you a break and ask again in a few seconds. Red means stop, and we're done. Say red at any point, and I'm going to stop and untie you. If you need anything else, just tell me, okay? If you don't want your wrists bound any more but you want to keep your blindfold on…"

"I'll tell you," Oikawa assures him, smiling because even if he can't look Iwaizumi in the eyes with his blindfold on, he knows that Iwaizumi's still watching him, that the smile is going to help him feel a bit better about this too because if it's Oikawa's first time trying sensory deprivation, it's Iwaizumi's first time doing it too.

Iwaizumi must be nervous—probably even more nervous than Oikawa is. Oikawa knows that he can trust Iwaizumi, knows that he's safe in his boyfriend's hands, especially after being together for so long. Iwaizumi's always had a tendency to be a little harder on himself and Oikawa supposes that he can't really talk, in that regard, but he'll do what he can to help Iwaizumi feel a little better.

"Okay," Iwaizumi breathes out. He reaches out to check the knots on the soft rope that has Oikawa's hands tied to the headboard of their bed. "Let's do this."

The warmth of Iwaizumi's hand is gone from against his wrist and Oikawa is left waiting, taking in a deep breath to calm himself despite the anticipation coiling in his belly.

He feels Iwaizumi's breath against his lips before he's kissed. He takes the time to really focus on the way their kiss feels, the wetness of Iwaizumi's tongue against his lips as it licks its way into his mouth, the warmth of it, the taste of Iwaizumi's mouth, the way it matches his scent. Oikawa is left yearning as Iwaizumi pulls away, feeling like their kiss was too short, having no way of measuring it either way. He breathes out, hears the way it shudders quietly, and then feels Iwaizumi's hand on his right thigh.

Oikawa goes still, focusing on the warmth of Iwaizumi's hand, the roughness of his palm as it strokes its way down. He's being gentle as he trails his fingers down to Oikawa's knee, conscious as ever of his lingering injury. He turns his hand around to the back of Oikawa's leg, fingers dipping against the bend of his knee, stroking against the soft, sensitive skin there. Oikawa takes a deep breath, wishing he could see the expression that Iwaizumi is making right now. Is he frowning down at the knee, lost in memories of the desperation and overexertion of Oikawa's high school days? Oikawa can't do anything but lie there, unable to read Iwaizumi's expression, unable to do anything about what Iwaizumi might be feeling, reluctant to reassure Iwaizumi when he isn't even sure he's thinking about it, reluctant to be responsible for making him think about it.

Iwaizumi keeps going, down the back of Oikawa's calf and then around to his shin, stroking over the soft hair of his leg.

"Are you just going to sit there and touch my leg, Iwa-chan?" Oikawa asks, "I don't think that's very sexy, you know."

"Shut up, or I'll gag you too," Iwaizumi replies immediately. His hand is gone from Oikawa's leg, though, and Oikawa regrets it a little. "Besides, you're hard. Maybe you do find it sexy."

"That's just because of the ropes and blindfold," Oikawa replies flippantly.

"Uh huh," Iwaizumi replies, seeing right through his lie. He touches a finger to Oikawa's cock though, tracing the vein from base to tip, then rubs a slow circle around the slit at the head. Oikawa's entire attention is focused on the feeling of it, thinking about the way Iwaizumi's movements speak of familiarity. He knows Oikawa, knows what he likes. He's always been good at giving it to him but it feels even more amplified now, with nothing to distract Oikawa from how it feels. It's a little overwhelming, but Oikawa's mind is quiet, letting him process it.

He takes a deep breath, then exhales, and Iwaizumi pauses for a moment.

"Green," Oikawa says, while Iwaizumi is still drawing breath to ask for a colour. "Keep going. Please."

Iwaizumi does, brushing two fingers down Oikawa's cock this time, rubbing his balls gently, then working their way back up again. Oikawa can feel the precome beading at the head of his cock, dripping slowly down onto his belly. He feels Iwaizumi's finger against the slit at the head of his cock and gasps sharply, biting his lip. He hears the quiet exhale of breath that Iwaizumi usually makes when he smiles at Oikawa, and he smiles right back.

"I like you like this," Iwaizumi tells him quietly. "You look…"

"Completely at your mercy?" Oikawa asks.

"You look relaxed," Iwaizumi tells him. "Calm."

"I am," Oikawa murmurs, slowly realising that this is more than just sex to him. When he first suggested it, he knew he'd like it, he knew that it would be fun, but being tied down like this, having his control taken from him entirely doesn't feel as terrifying as it sounds when it's with someone he trusts as much as he trusts Iwaizumi. "I like this."

"I do too," Iwaizumi says. He wraps his fingers around Oikawa's cock, stroking harder this time. "I like taking care of you like this. I like that you trust me, like this. It's… special to me. It means a lot."

"I love you, Iwa-chan," Oikawa says lightly, afraid that the mood is getting a little too heavy, knowing how uncomfortable Iwaizumi gets when he talks about his feelings. "You know that."

"Of course I do," Iwaizumi says firmly, and Oikawa can visualise the way he's frowning so clearly, from the countless times he's seen it in the past. "I'm trying to say something here, okay?"

"Okay," Oikawa breathes. "Sorry."

"I'll do anything for you," Iwaizumi tells him plainly. Maybe it's easier to talk about these things because Oikawa can't see him. "I love you, but it's feels bigger than that, okay? Like… I don't know. Like I would dedicate myself to you, if I could. I'd dedicate myself to making you this calm, this relaxed, this happy."

"This safe," Oikawa adds quietly. "You make me feel so safe, Hajime."

Iwaizumi strokes Oikawa harder, humming softly. "I'm glad."

"I'm going to come," Oikawa gasps out, half expecting it when Iwaizumi pulls his hand away. He whimpers and arches off the bed, trying to follow Iwaizumi's hand. He's pushed back down, panting softly, his cock leaking onto his stomach even more.

He hears Iwaizumi uncapping the bottle of lube and bites his lip. He spreads his legs before Iwaizumi can tell him to, hears his soft huff of amusement.

Iwaizumi fingers him slowly, spreading him open for two of his fingers, curling in him, finding his prostate and rubbing against it, making Oikawa squirm beneath him, breathing coming out in harsh pants, his blood pounding in his head. He's so desperate for release, but he knows that begging for it is only going to make Iwaizumi slow down.

Luckily, Iwaizumi takes pity on him this time, keeping the pressure against his prostate, letting him come all over him self, arching and gasping loudly, shaking as he collapses back down onto the bed.

"Are you okay?" Iwaizumi asks, stroking his thigh. "Give me a colour."

"Orange. I'm good." Oikawa takes a deep breath. "Can you just come here for a bit, though? I want…"

"Yeah," Iwaizumi replies, immediately understanding because he's good like that. He presses a kiss to Oikawa's lips, lying beside him. He's warm, he's comforting, and Oikawa slowly exhales, letting himself relax, content in the knowledge that Iwaizumi's got him.

OP!!

(Anonymous) - 2016-01-03 12:12 (UTC) - Expand

I love DaiSuga and AsaNoya as much as the next shipper, but I have a huge soft-spot for DaiAsaSuga, too. But as we all know Asahi has issues with his self-esteem, and with Daichi and Suga being Super Best Friends and pretty much a married couple, I bet it's easy for him to feel left out, whether the relationship is platonic or not.

So I'd love a fic where Daichi and Suga spoil Asahi absolutely rotten. The caveat is that I don't want this to be a DaiSuga fic where they are coming on to Asahi as a unit or a couple; I want Asahi to be the star, and for each of them to be focusing their romantic attentions onto him. Think of it as Daichi/Asahi and Suga/Asahi happening simultaneously, while Daichi/Suga is going on the background?

and as i'm posting this my birthday just ended, so I think this would make a nice belated gift, please!!

I can't wait for them to show up on screen together I'm too thirsty for my rarepair

Misaki is so gorgeous and tough, a perfect manager, the sexual tension between the two of them has been building up since she started working with the team. Terushima loves it when she keeps him in line, so I want her to ride his face while he's wearing the tongue ring to shut him up when she catches him saying stupid things to another girl

please I am weak and want him to worship her pussy

Daichi spanks Suga until he cries, Suga loves it

Second omg please

glow (daichi/suga, spanking)

(Anonymous) - 2016-01-09 21:07 (UTC) - Expand

kyoutani is a grumpy komainu and yahaba is the new caretaker of the shrine. yahaba has never met a more testy spirit, but he's definitely up to the challenge-- he's gonna caretake the shit out of this shrine, and this shrine is going to be great again.

The shrine is old and in desperate need of attention when Shigeru is assigned to be its caretaker. There's a heavy feeling in the air around it, the wild creeper plants growing along the low walls, the old stone looking dark and weathered, the dampness from yesterday's rain still thick in the air.

He crosses the threshold into the small grounds of the shrine, and immediately senses the strong feeling of being watched. There's nothing there when he looks around, but he knows that it doesn't necessarily mean that he's alone. He keeps walking, pulling out his written list of what needs to be done, and in what order.

Autumn has left the ground littered with drying leaves, green and yellow and brown, made soggy by the rain so that they don't even crunch underfoot, just press against the stone underneath like it's their final resting place.

Shigeru picks up his broom, and he begins to sweep.

It's slow and tedious work, but he's meticulous about it. This shrine is a small one, hidden away, and there are bigger, more popular ones nearby that attract more attention. He was told, when being sent here, that many people avoid this place, because of a feeling they get from it, not quite malicious intent, but something equally unsettling, making them unwilling to stay for long.

Shigeru is brushing the dirt and the moss off the stone komainu statue when the presence he felt resolves itself into physical form.

He's standing face to face with a man with a deep frown, eyes outlined with black to make him look a littler fiercer. Shigeru blinks at him, and then looks down at the statue he's cleaning, patting it on the head.

"Is this you?"

"You're new," the komainu tells him, frown deepening. "And unwelcome."

"I thought your job was to ward off evil spirits," Shigeru says, "not ward off everyone because they fear that you are an evil spirit."

"This is my shrine," the komainu replies. "I'm guarding it. No one is welcome."

The honden beyond is home to a powerful spirit, a deity of strength who has faded into obscurity as fewer people began to visit the shrine to pay their respects. Shigeru sighs, patting the head of the statue again.

"I understand your take on the situation, I think," he says. "I learned what I could before I came here. Iwaizumi-kamisama sounds like an impressive spirit."

"The best," the komainu says, his tone brooking no argument. "The strongest, the greatest. I'll protect his honden for as long as my statue stands here."

"I'm trying to help you," Shigeru says. "I'm trying to maintain this shrine, so your statue remains standing."

"You want people to come here and visit," the komainu says, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"It wouldn't do to allow people to forget about the great spirit this shrine was build for," Shigeru replies simply. "I know you want to protect this place, but you can do that while allowing people in, too. You can practice with me. I'll be here every day, after all. Let's see how you feel about me after a while, hm? You can keep me company while I tidy."

"That sounds simple enough," the komainu allows.

"Do you have a name?"

"Kentarou."

"Mine is Shigeru." He reaches out, unsure if he will be able to physically touch Kentarou's hand, surprised when he's met with a warm, solid hand against his. "This will be easy, I promise."

---

There's nothing easy, Shigeru learns in the coming month, about falling in love with a spirit. Or having the spirit fall in love with you in return.

But the shrine is neat again, well tended to, and people come by more often.

When they don't, Shigeru is alone with Kentarou and he finds that he doesn't mind that either.

third year captain yahaba and his ace kyoutani are trying to rebuild the team around a new setter, but they're still having problems with synching their plays. oikawa's advice? fuck it out.

i.e. kyouhaba fucking to find their best rhythm on the court

Their rhythm's off, yet again, and Yahaba frowns to himself as Kyoutani growls loudly in frustration, his hand swinging at empty air as the volleyball hits the floor in front of them.

"We're not there yet," Yahaba mutters. Not yet, not yet, even though they've been trying for days now. He's trying not to panic about it, but it's a little difficult, now that they're in third year, now that filling into Oikawa's shoes isn't a terrifying prospect looming in his future but something that Yahaba has to learn to do, as quickly as possible, before the entire team suffers for it.

Kyoutani doesn't blame him for not being able to do it just yet. He understands what it's like; if Yahaba has to fill Oikawa's shoes, then Kyoutani has to fill Iwaizumi's and it's daunting, for both of them. It's one thing being the ace of a team like Aoba Jousai, but it's an entirely different thing to inherit the position from someone like Iwaizumi Hajime, who Kyoutani has such deep respect for.

They're still growing, still developing, but Yahaba is anxious and impatient about it, wishing that they could grow faster, wishing that there was something they could do to help, other than just practicing over and over again, frustrated when they aren't getting anywhere.

Even if Yahaba manages to improve his setting so that it's even a little bit closer to Oikawa's, even if Kyoutani becomes a dependable ace like Iwaizumi, it's still not going to be enough, and that's the worst part. What they have is not going to be anything like the relationship between Oikawa and Iwaizumi, who have known each other for so long, who know each other's bodies, who know each other's movements without a second thought, who can predict each other and move to anticipate each other.

There's not enough hours of practice in the world that could get Yahaba and Kyoutani on that level and it's a frustrating truth. Even if he's dating Kyoutani, even if they spend a lot of their time together outside of practice, it's still not going to be enough.

It's this concern, constantly nagging at the back of his mind, that drives him to email Oikawa that afternoon, once he's walked Kyoutani home and spent an hour at his place, alternating between kissing his boyfriend and playing with his boyfriend's dog.

He has Oikawa's phone number and knows that it would probably be quicker to just call, but he doesn't quite know if he can actually talk about the issues they're having. It's easier to make sense of his concerns when he puts them into words on the screen in front of him, when he can edit them and reword them and sound less like he's jealous of what Oikawa has with Iwaizumi and more like he wants to improve what he has with Kyoutani.

Oikawa's reply comes about an hour later and it's so simple that Yahaba stares down at his phone, convinced that he's kidding until he realises that no, Oikawa really isn't.

You're right that Iwa-chan and I have always been really connected, but even we had to learn each other a little better so we could establish our rhythm on court. This is top-secret setter advice: sleeping with your ace is going to help you understand him a lot better. You're dating Mad Dog-chan anyway, right? It should be easy. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Yahaba sighs, putting his phone back down on his desk.

The thing is, maybe Oikawa has a point. He's slept with Kyoutani a few times, so it's not like it's going to be anything new or uncomfortable. He just doesn't know how to broach the subject.

He spends all night fretting over it, and the next afternoon after practice, he looks Kyoutani in the eye and says, "We should have more sex."

Kyoutani blinks at him, confused for a moment. "Sure?"

"I mean. Oikawa-senpai thinks we should have more sex—"

"What."

"I mean!!" Yahaba squeezes his eyes shut. "He thinks it's going to help us. On court. If we know each other's bodies a bit better, maybe we'll be able to play better."

Kyoutani considers it for a moment and then nods. "It's worth a try, right?"

A couple of hours and four orgasms later, Yahaba still isn't quite sure how it's gone from trying to find a better rhythm into having marathon sex. He isn't complaining anyway because, well, four orgasms.

He's getting exhausted though, panting loudly as Kyoutani fucks his thighs. Kyoutani's only come three times so far, and Yahaba wants to even it out. He rubs his fingers over the head of Kyoutani's cock every time it slides between his thighs, teasing at it. He turns his head, pressing sloppy kisses along Kyoutani's jaw and hey, he thinks distantly, they definitely weren't this good at sex before. Maybe they are learning each other a little better after all.

Kyoutani thrusts harder, muffling his moan into Yahaba's hair as he comes, too exhausted to do anything but flop onto him.

Yahaba's anticipating that already, though, rolling onto his back and letting Kyoutani settle against him, bringing a hand up to stroke his hair.

"I think it might work," Yahaba murmurs, exhausted but looking forward to the next time they get out on the volleyball court to try out their rhythm.

"Maybe," Kyoutani agrees against Yahaba's neck. "Or, you know. It might take a while for us to settle. We might have to do more of this."

With a grin, Yahaba presses a kiss to Kyoutani's forehead. "Oh no, what a shame."

yahaba keeps kyoutani on a tight leash, and decides when he gets to come. after a particularly frustrating practice session where they butt heads more than usual, yahaba exerts a captain's authority and decides that kyoutani can't come until he learns to be a good boy.

Their sex is always so good after particularly difficult training sessions, as much as Yahaba hates it, hates butting heads with Kyoutani in front of everyone, hates that as a captain, he still can't always control his ace.

He bites down on Kyoutani's shoulder, with the full force of his frustration, hearing him shudder and moan beneath him, and they pull each other closer, into a messy kiss, panting against each other's mouths as they grind against each other.

They're wearing nothing but their shorts, lying on the floor of Yahaba's room with their bags dropped by the door, their shoes kicked off, the rest of their clothes scattered around haphazardly. Yahaba has both hands on Kyoutani's face, pulling him into another biting kiss. Kyoutani growls at him as they pull apart, actually growls, and Yahaba spits at him, licks it off his cheek, licks his way down to Kyoutani's neck and bites hard.

He trails his hand down to the front of Kyoutani's shorts, stroking over the length of his cock. They're both so hard, so desperate, and they both pull at the final pieces of clothing between them, getting to their feet, stepping out of their shorts. Yahaba pushes Kyoutani down onto his bed, kneeling between his legs. Kyoutani's fingers stroking through his hair immediately, messing up the gentle curls, but Yahaba doesn't even care about that, preoccupied with pressing kisses along the length of Kyoutani's cock, licking at the crown of it slowly, teasingly, listening to Kyoutani huff out soft, impatient breaths above him.

Yahaba keeps him waiting a little longer, then swallows him down. Kyoutani grunts, his fingers tightening in Yahaba's hair. Yahaba swallows around him, hollows his cheeks, and Kyoutani moans softly, his hips jerking.

"Fuck, you feel good," Kyoutani murmurs, breathy and a little strained. "What a good little cocksucker."

Yahaba huffs out a sharp breath of amusement, and keeps going until Kyoutani is moaning, until he's trembling with how close he is.

Then Yahaba pulls away.

"Fuck," Kyoutani gasps out, hips jerking against thin air. "Fuck you."

"If you can't learn to behave," Yahaba tells him, "then you can't come."

Kyoutani growls again, but it sounds weaker when he's this desperate. He makes a good sight like this, legs spread, head tilted back, jaw tensing. Yahaba strokes his hand over Kyoutani's abs, then drags his blunt nails down them.

"Do as you're told. Don't argue back. Don't make practice sessions any more difficult than they need to be, for fuck's sake. The first years are still settling in."

"You're worried you're not a good captain," Kyoutani mutters, his voice strained, but he looks down, meeting Yahaba's eyes. "You're worried that without our seniors, Seijou isn't worth shit."

"I know what we're worth," Yahaba replies. "I know that we need to keep winning."

"We're going to," Kyoutani tells him. "Because you're a good captain. You're not Oikawa, but that's not a bad thing."

"Do we have to talk about this now?" Yahaba asks, raising an eyebrow. "Are you really trying to flatter me into letting you come, Kentarou, because that's not going to happen."

"I mean it."

"So do I." Yahaba gives him a firm look. "You're not coming until you learn to behave."

"Fine," Kyoutani sighs. "I'll do what you want. I'll play nice, if you want."

"I just want a practice session where you don't speak out against me," Yahaba says. "Just stop being so fucking difficult."

"Fine," Kyoutani bites out. "Just let me come. Please."

Yahaba swallows him down again, and the soft whine of relief that Kyoutani makes is one that he knows will stick in the back of his mind for a long time.

yahaba has such a pretty face and such good boy hair, kyoutani wants to come all over it to mess it up and make it his. how you get there is up to you!! but make a good drippy mess of yahaba's face, please.

(kyoutani licking it off or making yahaba lick it off his fingers is also Very Nice)

"Please," Yahaba rasps, his voice deep and rough, and Kyoutani knows it's his doing, his dick down Yahaba's throat, fucking into it while Yahaba just takes him like the good boy he is.

Yahaba's face is flushed now, lips bruised and swollen, chin dripping wet in a mix of his saliva and Kyoutani's precome. Kyoutani wants to cover his face with it, wants to mark Yahaba as his, and to have Yahaba begging for it too is more than he can take.

Kyoutani strokes his cock firmly, nudging the head of it against Yahaba's lips again. Yahaba parts them, sucking on the very tip of it, looking up at Kyoutani through his eyelashes, pleading silently.

"Fuck," Kyoutani grunts out, pulling away as he his orgasm builds, holding his cock to Yahaba's face. "So close."

"Good," Yahaba breathes, and Kyoutani reaches out with his free hand, fingers splayed against Yahaba's jaw, tilting his face up for it.

Yahaba shuts his eyes in anticipation and Kyoutani pumps himself, shuddering as he comes hard, spilling it all over Yahaba's face. It's on his forehead, splashing into his hair, over his cheeks, across his lips. Kyoutani moans softly with another weak spurt of come that lands on Yahaba's chin, the last drop of it still clinging to his cock until Yahaba leans forward to lap it up.

"Look at you," Kyoutani breathes, his hand going into Yahaba's hair, not caring that he's smearing come into it. Yahaba doesn't seem to care about that either.

Yahaba slowly blinks his eyes open, grinning up at Kyoutani, licking away a thick drop of come that slides down his cheek. He's gorgeous like this, filthy, and Kyoutani loves it.

Kyoutani wants to touch. He strokes two of his fingers over Yahaba's cheek, gathering the come as he goes, then presses his fingers to Yahaba's mouth. With a low moan, Yahaba sucks on them, swallows his come down, and Kyoutani does it again, collecting as much of it as he can before feeding it to Yahaba, who accepts it like an offering, sucking Kyoutani's fingers into his mouth as far as they'll go, his tongue sliding between them.

Getting on his knees, Kyoutani holds Yahaba still with hands against either side of his neck. He leans in and licks along Yahaba's cheek, coating his tongue with his own come and kissing Yahaba. They moan into each other's mouths, tongues sliding against each other slow and slick, trading come and saliva back and forth until it drips down their chins and neither of them even care about that, too caught up in the gentle friction of their tongues against each other.

Kyoutani pulls back, not bothering to wipe his mouth before he cleans his come off Yahaba's face, alternating between swallowing it down and sharing it with Yahaba. They're both hard again by the time they're done and Yahaba laughs softly, lying on his back and spreading his legs.

"I want to kiss you with come on both our faces," he says and Kyoutani hurries to get on top of Yahaba, swallowing him down as he feels Yahaba's lips around him in return.

They're worn out afterwards, settling in each other's arms and rubbing their faces together, smearing their mess against each other before kissing lazily, gently lapping at each other. Turns out that Kyoutani likes being marked just as much he likes marking Yahaba. Just like Yahaba enjoys marking him just as much. It works out for them nicely.

Not sure what to call this, but would love something where these four are sharing a room (hotel?). One couple ends up having sex while being 110% aware that the other knows exactly what they're doing, which leads to the other two doing it as well.

Would love communication between Kuroo and Bokuto at some point, and Kenma and Akaashi both being super embarrassed in the beginning but also finding it really hot.

seconding this!

Re: Bokuto/Akaashi, Kuroo/Kenma

(Anonymous) - 2016-02-04 19:47 (UTC) - Expand

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oikawa / kageyama, ugly christmas sweaters

Re: oikawa / kageyama, ugly christmas sweaters

kyoutani/yahaba, hair petting

FILL: Soft (Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru)

kuroo/yaku, aNYTHING

Daichi/Hinata- A/B/O verse, first heat+ knotting captainly duties

"Oh Captain, My Captain" [1/2] (Daichi/Hinata, alpha/omega, first time, knotting) (underage)

kunimi or komi (/ any), sleep troubles

akaashi/captains, anything

oikawa/anyone

FILL: "More" (Oikawa/Suga dickstepping, desperation, pain play)

kyoutani/yahaba, "I love dogs" (space AU?)

FILL: The Grand Prince (Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru; Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru)

YamaTsukki, bondage/mild d/s

Re: YamaTsukki, bondage/mild d/s

shirabu (/ ushijima), masturbation

Oikawa/Iwaizumi, Baseball AU, optional sex

yahaba/kyoutani, cheer girls AU

FILL: Get Serious (Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru; cisswap, cheergirls au)

yahaba/kyoutani, A/B/O verse

FILL: Heat (Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru) (a/b/o, heatfic)

kuroo/kenma, ultimate haikyuu quest AU

sexual content, orgasm denial

Re: Bokuto + Akaashi + Kuroo + Lev/Fem!Tsukishima

AsaNoya, glory holes

"So I Think You Just Sucked My Dick..." (Asahi/Nishinoya, anonymous sex, blowjobs, oral fixation)

[Tsukishima/Yamaguchi or IwaOi], sensory deprivation, bondage, begging

FILL: Safe (Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru; sensory deprivation, bondage)

Daichi->Asahi<-Suga, threesome, romance, body worship

Terushima/Misaki, the tongue ring

Daichi/Suga, Spanking

Re: Daichi/Suga, Spanking

kyoutani/yahaba, spirit world au

FILL: Like Old Leaves (Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru)

kyoutani/yahaba, fucking to synch their on-court play

FILL: Rhythm (Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru)

kyoutani/yahaba, orgasm denial, control

FILL: Control (Kyoutani/Yahaba, orgasm denial)

kyoutani/yahaba, facial

FILL: Dripping (Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru; facials)

Bokuto/Akaashi, Kuroo/Kenma

Re: Bokuto/Akaashi, Kuroo/Kenma