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FILL: Screamer (AsaTaNoya, Poly/Asexuality) (no warnings)

[(Anonymous)]

[[My first fill for this meme, I hope you enjoy it! true ot3 material. no dreamwidth, but i'm geromy@archiveofourown!]]

“Will you please go out with us?”

It felt like it had happened years ago, but it was only a month and some. Maybe that was just the feeling of starting to date someone you had already been so close with for so long. Especially when not much was different. He shared pecks with them before and after practice and his hands lingered against theirs a little longer after a congratulatory high five, but not much than that had changed.

They still went to practice together, to class together, they still hung out together Saturday nights. Even if now they spent it in a pile instead of a row on the couch cushions.

When it first happened, Tanaka had been a little caught off guard. He was happy, definitely wanted to be involved, but things between Noya and Asahi seemed fine the way they were. Although he wouldn’t admit it, Tanaka was a bit worried about ruining their so successful dynamic.

But it was about a week later that Noya explained.

“I mean, you know I’ve had feelings for you since the dawn of time, Ryuu,” he admitted, trying to play off the heat that billowed up in his cheeks with a roll of his eyes. “But I guess now the timing was sort of right for me to bring it up with Asahi.”

“You mean you didn’t tell him?” Tanaka asked, a slight twang of disgust hitting him as he pushed Noya a bit too far forward in his stretch.

“Ow! Of course I told him, but I didn’t present it to him as an endeavor so much as background noise.”

Tanaka let up on his pressure, going back to the gentle forward nudges as Noya reached for his toes.

“So what changed?”

“Asahi’s not into sex,” he finally muttered, making sure to keep his voice low while his eyes inspected every other player across the other side of the court to make sure none of them were paying any attention. “Like he doesn’t want it even remotely. Not even interested.”

Tanaka couldn’t help his snicker. “An ace ace. Poetic.”

Noya laughed a bit too, sitting back when he was finished with his stretches and rolling his shoulders back. “Yeah. That’s why the timing was right. I want to have sex, he wants to not worry about it, he already knew and was cool with me having the hots for you, so we went for it. And you said yes.”

“Can’t believe you want my dick that bad.”

Noya offered Tanaka a punch to the gut when he stood, “I want you that bad. Your dick’s just a nice incentive to finally buckle down and get it over with instead of putting it off.”

“I’ll pretend I believe that,” Tanaka snickered, giving his shoes an adjustment with a tap of his toes against the gym floor.

“Shut up and spike my tosses.”

“Is that innuendo?”

“Ryuu!”


That conversation had sort of been shoved to the back of Tanaka’s mind after weeks had passed and nothing had happened. It was another Saturday night, another night of Asahi being stuffed under Noya and Tanaka in their haphazard cuddle pile. They’d resigned to watching Ghibli movies after a late running practice, but despite Asahi’s attempts to keep things mellow, Nishinoya was restless.

“I guess I just can’t get into this stuff unless they’re old enough to be nostalgic,” Noya lamented, flopping an arm outward as he sprawled onto his back. Eventually though he rolled around back onto his stomach, and weaved his head right under Tanaka’s armpit to give Asahi a peck on the lips.

It was some sort of silent affirmation- Tanaka could tell even if they were trying to keep it to themselves. Noya lifted his head up with a grin, touching his nose to Tanaka’s with a gentle swish of his head.

“Hey, Ryuu. Make out with me.”

Tanaka just shot a pout over at first, gaze narrowing. “Just because you don’t care about this movie doesn’t mean I don’t,” he answered, feeling a bit comforted by Asahi’s head falling against him in silent encouragement.

“Shut up,” Noya snapped, sitting up suddenly and digging both his hands into Tanaka’s shirt. He hoisted the other up with the fist fulls of fabric, falling backward and pulling Tanaka on top of him. Asahi just barely managed to pull his legs free, his face paling a little as he tried to disturb the situation as little as possible.

Tanaka managed to avoid Noya’s advances just long enough to get himself comfortable, straddling his hips and letting Noya’s arms wrap around his neck to pull them both close to each other. His kiss was already sloppy and needy, a wave shooting through his body as he tried to grind his hips upward.

“How horny are you,” Tanaka muttered, holding himself up with his abdomen so his hands could work open Noya’s jeans.

“Extremely,” he whined, hands ripping into Tanaka’s shirt to pull it over his head and off his arms. “Top or bottom.”

“Switch,” Tanaka huffed, rolling his hips downward against Noya’s pelvis. “Gotta adapt in the bi world.”

“Good.”

That was a pretty simple response, which made it clear to Tanaka that wasn’t the end of the conversation. That became clear when Noya patted Tanaka’s chest to get him to sit up. Noya stood to move out of the room, his pants falling off his hips. He left them discarded on the floor as he disappeared into the hall.

Tanaka sat back while he waited, eventually glancing over his shoulder with a grin and flopping down entirely onto his back to lay across Asahi’s lap.

“I probably don’t say this enough, but I really admire you.”

Asahi offered a smile, one of his hands landing firm on the top of Tanaka’s head to stroke back along the fuzz of his hair.

“Likewise,” Asahi answered, letting Tanaka pick up his other hand and press his lips to his knuckles. Tanaka’s thumb pressed into Asahi’s palm, and they both relaxed in the silence between dialogues in the movie.

Eventually though Nishinoya came back, lube and condom in hand. He’d apparently lost his shirt and socks on the way, too, strutting forward in nothing but his boxers.

“What are you still dressed for? Prep yourself,” he snapped quickly, throwing the bottle of lube in Tanaka’s direction, only for it to smack his shoulder and roll onto the floor. “Nice catch.”

“Who’s the libero here,” Tanaka grumbled, rolling onto his side and reaching lazily for the bottle. He just barely managed to knock it closer with his fingertips, grabbing it successfully and sitting up to shove down his pants.

“Good receives are important for the whole team and you know it!”

“Not that I’m claiming to be an expert or anything, but does sex usually involve volleyball metaphors?”

Both of them looked up to look at Asahi, promptly bubbling up into laughter. Noya got comfortable against the armrest and spread his legs, one hand moving between his legs to work himself through his boxers while he watched Tanaka. Tanaka kept his boxers on too as he reached into them to finger himself, putting his focus on keeping his balance and his voice hushed.

Despite how much he ended up whimpering Noya was more interested in the visuals, watching Tanaka’s boxers slowly start to tent in the front. When Tanaka’s balance finally started to waver and he fell forward, he had already managed to soak a spot of pre into the fabric.

That was when Nishinoya finally pulled his boxers down his legs, static pulling up his leg hair as they went. He kicked them off and sat back properly on the couch, carefully reaching to move a hand around Tanaka’s wrist and pull it up.

“That’s enough Ryuu,” he muttered, slipping his thumbs into the elastic of Tanaka’s boxers to pull them down. His dick was hard enough to shoot upward once it was uncovered, and for a long moment Nishinoya got distracted by it, carefully leaning forward to press his lips into the side of it.

“Mnn… Noya,” Tanaka cooed, head lolling forward. His eyes fell closed as he sighed out a whimper, starting to scoot forward and throwing over a knee to straddle Nishinoya’s lap.

Their lips connected again and Tanaka could feel Noya’s tongue on his lips, opening his mouth for it and sliding his own forward to meet it. Noya was the one to huff out this time, one, two, three times before they both heard the familiar boop boop of the television’s volume being turned up.

“Oops,” Tanaka snickered, vowing to keep his voice down here on out.

By the time Noya was entering him though, that went right out the window. Noya didn’t even have to move before Tanaka’s throat felt like it was being torn apart from his attempts to keep quiet. By the time his hands were on Tanaka’s hips, pounding him downward, he was a mess. His throat was dry, his face was wet with drool. He was panting and whimpering and his body was shaking.

When the TV volume was turned up again he tried to slow himself down, feeling a bit of guilt settle in his gut. But when he looked over Asahi didn’t look angry, or disappointed, or even uncomfortable really. Mostly bewildered, looking over at his partners with morbid curiosity.

So Tanaka kept going, enjoying Noya’s breath hot on his back and the feeling of sweat on his neck, all the tenseness from practice melting and unwinding. The more he relaxed the louder he got, thrusting back at Nishinoya in the same rhythm.

He was a bit amused when the movie’s sound kept getting louder, the volume almost setting the speed for Noya’s thrusts, as if it was a competition. Eventually though the TV started to click back, signalling it had reached its max volume.

All three of them were laughing when Asahi stood up, pattering back into the kitchen. Noya took the opportunity to take over the couch, turning just enough to shove Tanaka onto his back and fold him in half with a push to the thighs.

The change in angle made Tanaka completely come undone, an arm shooting behind him to grip at the couch cushion. His back curled and his hips shot upward, and his entire body tensed in his orgasm. He cried out when it hit him, reaching a scream or two in the string. Every shot of his cum pulled another gasp from him, until he was practically wheezing for breath.

Just as they started to settle Asahi came charging back into the room, a frying pan in hand and one slipper missing.

“What was that?!” He shouted, panic evident on his face. His gaze darted around the room, scrambling to find the remote to turn off the TV so he could hear. “Where’s the intruder??”

Noya laughed as he sat back, pulling himself free from Tanaka and slumped backward against the couch.

“Only intruder here is my dick.”

Tanaka burst out laughing as a hand shot up to cover his face, while Asahi’s expression melted into one of absolute horror and humiliation.

“Is sex really so painful you need to scream?”

“I’m so not explaining this to you,” Noya groaned, tugging his condom off and knotting it closed. “Can you bring us some washcloths?”

“Why were you screaming?!”

Re: FILL: Screamer (AsaTaNoya, Poly/Asexuality) (no warnings)

[(Anonymous)]

not op but oh mui god anon this is so good bless your lil heart