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𝕚 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕠𝕣𝕪

ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴛsᴜᴋɪsʜɪᴍᴀ ~ 10k ᴡᴏʀᴅs (exactly) ✧ nsfw ✧ minors dni!! ✧

slight voyuerism, overstim, threesome, super sweet aftercare uwu

"I have a question for you.”

Before you've even turned over to face him, before you can even see the expression on his face, the one that looks like he's trying so hard to hide the mischief and failing miserably, you know that this question will not be a simple feat. "Kinda ominous that you started out with that and not just asking me the question," you say, flipping over on your side, propping yourself up on your elbow, "but I'll bite. What's up?"

“We’re close enough for me to ask you this question, I think,” he says, matching your position, jaw resting in the palm of his hand as his elbow sinks into the pillow beneath him. 

“Considering you were literally inside of me about 15 minutes ago, it worries me that you only think we’re close enough,” you retort.

"If you would be so willing," he starts, the facade already slipping and the real intent shining through as he ignores your comment. 

You cut him off, squinting at him and trying to pinpoint what emotion exactly is floating to the surface. "Seems less so now, but go on..."

"I need your help with something," he states plainly, innocently, despite the fact that you know whatever else comes out of his mouth won't be.

"You sure are dancing around this question, Kuroo," you reply.

"I have this theory, right," he pauses, giving you just enough time for your brain to start to wander, but not enough time to flesh out the details, "centered around limits and, well, someone exactly like you." The smirk on his face is in full view now, no remorse and no concealing the way that the corner of his lip pulls upward towards his narrowed eyes or the way they scan you, slowly, but not critically. 

“What kind of limits?” you ask, skeptical now and just as equally intrigued.

"Ones that involve you being completely naked and having a lot of trust in me and Tsukishima," he explains, as plainly stated as he possibly could for the words that he just spoke.

There are a million things that want to come out of your mouth, but the only thing that actually does is, "I'm sorry, what?" The shock doesn’t come from the thought of you being naked in front of him. You’ve done it plenty of times before and felt completely comfortable doing so. Honestly, you always have. It’s one of the perks of the fluidity of your relationship, the casualness of it all, more than friends, definitely not partners, some weird blend of best friends and fuck buddies. 

It isn’t about the trust either; you trust both of them completely. It’s the combination of the two. The only time that you hang out with Tsukishima is around Kuroo or in big group settings. There are a handful of names that could’ve come out of Kuroo’s mouth that would have made more sense than Tsukishima, someone that you’ve barely had solo interactions with, let alone shown any sort of romantic or sexual interest, no matter how attractive you thought he was or how much sexual interest was actually there. 

He doesn't respond, just gives you time to soak in what he's said, so you continue, "What do you mean by 'someone exactly like me', like it has to be me or…”

This time he answers straight away, looking directly into your eyes, giving you something to focus on as your head spins around the proposal. "It has to be you, but there's no pressure, is what I mean."

The vague praise makes a heat rise into your cheeks. Has to be you. You push past it, worrying that if you linger for too long, Kuroo will definitely start to notice. "But what kind of limits? You didn't really answer my que-."

“The more you know, the more prepared you'll feel and the less accurate and genuine your reactions will be," he explains, pausing to let you get the full effect of every single one of his words. "But you can trust me and Tsukki," he continues, "We'll take care of you."

You’re silent, taking a moment to collect your thoughts. And then it clicks. "Are you asking me if I'll have a threesome with you and Tsukishima? Is that what you're asking?" you blatantly pose, trying to figure out if this is some weird, convoluted way of approaching a difficult situation.

For the first time tonight, and maybe ever, you've shocked Kuroo, his demeanor faltering until he clears his throat. "Kinda? I guess," he starts, not really looking at you, but thinking, mulling over the question in his head before shaking it and back-pedaling, "I really want to test this theory that I have and Tsukishima agreed to be my assistant and," he turns the palm that’s not supporting his head upward and takes a deep breath, "will you help me?"

"Like, by take care of me, you mean...," you trail off, knowing that he’ll fill in the blanks without you having to reach for it. 

He moves closer to you, smirking at your curiosity. "I mean exactly what you're thinking." He pauses, wondering if he should take it as far as the thoughts in his head, and then he does, “just like I did tonight.”

You rush to respond, to distract yourself from the feeling that’s rising into your core, the one that’s making your heart rate quicken and palms begin to sweat. “Yes, Kuroo, I will have a threesome with you and Tsukishima. All you had to do was ask,” you tease, your voice just as strong as you need it to be.

Kuroo lets out a laugh, short and light, before wrapping his fingers around your wrist gently, extending his fingers against your palm and stroking the soft skin. His entire aura changes in an instant, the cockiness and complex fading away, leaving behind a look of sincerity and concern. “Seriously, though, if you don’t feel comf-.”

Your response is instant, almost instinctual. "I trust you," you say because it's true. 

His smile reappears, more confident now as he presses a quick kiss into the side of your hand, his eyes boring into yours as he does. “Good.”

//

The way that you were envisioning it, you were so absolutely sure that the science aspect of it would be pushed to the side. You knew that Kuroo was a science nerd at heart, sure, but there was no way that that would take priority over the fact that no matter how you sliced it, you were about to have a threesome with two very attractive men. 

Walking into Kuroo's house feels exactly like every other time you've walked into Kuroo's house, nothing ominous or altered about it. You kick off your shoes in the exact same way, you call out Kuroo's name in the exact same way, you throw your things on the side table right next to the door in the exact same way, and yet, Kuroo doesn't greet you in the exact same way. 

Kuroo doesn't greet you at all. 

It's Tsukishima that you see first, and who sees you first, and it's only then that you realize how different tonight has the potential of being. 

Still, you raise your hand in a nonchalant greeting, murmuring some sort of pleasantry that doesn't get returned to you. He only offers a small, "Hey." You can't get a good read on him, on whatever he's feeling, and it's so much different than Kuroo. 

With Kuroo, you could read every emotion that he wore, even if it was only there for half a second. You're not sure if that's the result of who Kuroo is, how long you've known him, or how well you know him. Either way, it was a luxury that you didn't have with Tsukishima, his eyes looking you up and down, but not saying another word or giving way to whatever he was thinking. 

You ignore his lack of reciprocation and ask him directly, "Do you know where Kuroo's at?"

"Sorry!" Kuroo calls from the other room, not letting Tsukishima answer, though you're not certain he would've. "I was finishing setting up. You're early."

"Yeah! Well, I made the first train so I didn't have to wait for the late one," you explain, the small talk feeling so foreign. "I hope that's okay," the courtesy also feeling very foreign. The air feels equally as foreign and you almost feel like you shouldn't be there.

And then Kuroo flashes a smile at you. He takes two quick, lengthy strides towards you, pushing your hair out of your face and leaning in close enough so that only you can hear him say, "Are you nervous?"

The unfamiliarity that was brought along by the possibility of rigidity fades away as soon as you feel Kuroo next to you, instantly feeling at ease again. You pull back from him, only a few inches to play into the question. “Why would I be nervous?” you ask, tilting your head to the side. “Should I be nervous?” 

"You don't have any reason to be nervous, no," Kuroo denies. He takes you by the hand and pulls you along with him. "Thanks again for agreeing to help out. Do you want to get started?"

The formality almost makes you laugh, and you're grateful for it. There is plenty about this situation that could have made you spiral, but just being around Kuroo is making you feel so much more at ease. "Absolutely," you confirm. 

You follow him down the hall, your hand still in his despite the fact that you're pretty sure that you know his house layout better than your own. In fact, you're sure that if you were blindfolded, you could find your way to Kuroo's bedroom. The bedroom that you just passed. 

You're about to open your mouth, to poke fun at him for missing his own bedroom or to wonder aloud why you were walking so far, but then he stops abruptly in front of a door. 

"Your office?" you ask.

He nods, looking down at you and explaining, "Repurposed for testing."

His response surprises you, given the fact that up until this point you were still convinced that this was just a strangely-veiled setup for a normal threesome. The surprise doesn't have the chance to settle before more sets in.

He pushes open the door to his office, but it's not the same as it was the few times you've been in here before. The furniture is all pushed against the walls, making way for a long, steel table in the center of a perfectly white sheet on the floor. Beside it stood a matching, but significantly smaller, table holding a variety of neatly placed, and equally distanced toys. Your gaze doesn't remain on the table long, far more intrigued by the hinged lamp that was positioned next to it, pointed directly at the table, but turned off. 

The scene in front of you is like nothing you expected. You outstretch your arm, fingers spanning until they make contact with the table. It's so much colder than you think it's going to be, the chill sending shivers up your arms and throughout your body.

Kuroo can see the overwhelm in your movements and reactions, so he reaches out his hand and places it on top of yours, combatting the feeling of cold that's transferring to your body so easily. "Is this okay?" he asks. 

He's not talking about the hand placement, you know that. He's talking about the place that you're in, the company that's downstairs, what he's going to ask of you, to do to you, what the future holds. He curls his fingers around your own and withdrawals them from the table, fast enough for you to forget what the metal feels like against your skin, but not too fast as to startle you. 

You remember back to the conversation that you had with him, how much he cared about you feeling comfortable and not pressured. You remember back to how Kuroo's been the entire time you've known him. And then he solidifies it. 

"I meant what I said," he mutters into your shoulder, "We'll take care of you. You can trust us. I promise."

He places his hands on your hips, kissing up your shoulder gently and pulling you into him, your entire body weight resting on him. "Okay," you reply, letting yourself relax. "Yeah. I trust you." 

You can feel the kisses against your skin turn to smiles before he turns you around to face him, the small of your back resting against the edge of the table. "Can I let Tsukishima undress you?" he asks, your body turning rigid at the unfamiliarity of the concept. "Please." 

You don't reply, not fast enough at least, because Kuroo runs his hand up your body and places it under your chin, pinching it gently between his fingers. "What happened to trusting us, to letting us take care of you?" he asks, "Give up control, okay?"

“Okay,” you respond, maybe too quickly as you exhale the breath out of your lungs. 

“Okay, what?” Kuroo asks, lowering himself so that he can look into your eyes more easily. 

“Okay, I’ll give up control,” you explain. You wait for Kuroo’s response, but it doesn’t come. He stands there, eyebrows raised ever so slightly as he waits for you to continue. “Okay, I’ll let Tsukishima undress me.” Your cheeks feel warm as the words come out of your mouth. 

Kuroo doesn’t even acknowledge you, just turns his head towards the entrance, immediately calling out of the room for Tsukishima who appears in the doorway in an instant. “We’re ready.” Tsukishima replaces Kuroo in front of you so seamlessly as Kuroo moves to the smaller table, pushing things around ever so slightly.

“Turn around,” he says, quietly. The words aren’t nearly as loud and commanding as Kuroo’s, but you still want to follow every direction he says. His slender fingers grab the hem of your shirt, pulling upwards as his fingers scrape against your stomach, his hips pressed firmly against the back of you.  

Despite how much of your skin that he’s touching and the goosebumps that it’s leaving behind, it all feels so precise, so scientific. You lift your arms, allowing Tsukishima to pull it over your head. You know that if it was Kuroo, your shirt would have been in a heap on the floor 15 seconds ago, but Tsukishima is taking his time, to tease you or not to make any mistakes, you’re not exactly sure. He straightens out your shirt, folding it in half, tucking the sleeves, and then folding it in half again, before setting it down gently onto the corner of the smaller table. 

His fingers are moving with so much care, each tiny movement planned and meticulous, and it’s affecting you far more than it should be. He snakes his arms around your waist, unbuttoning your pants, pulling down the zipper, navigating through touch alone. The contact brings you a comfort you didn’t expect, relaxing into Tsukishima’s arms and resting yourself against his chest. You feel him tense, lose his poise, if only for a beat. He slides your pants off, hooking his thumbs into your underwear and dragging them down in the same motion. 

His hands don’t linger longer than they need to, but God, do you want them to, wish they would hover over every inch of you just light enough so that you could feel their presence. He doesn’t even need to touch you. You just want him to be there. “On the table,” he directs, breaking you out of your escalating thoughts. He folds your pants with the same amount of care, in half, matching the hems, and then in half two more times, setting them on top of your shirt. 

You listen without acknowledging, climbing onto the table. “On your back,” Tsukishima specifies. You nod this time, hands bracing the table as you lower yourself slowly until your back is flat against it.

You’re not sure what shocks you more, how cold the metal is or how hard it is. There’s no forgiveness in the solid sheet you’re lying on top of. You arch ever so slightly in reaction to the sudden change. Tsukishima’s hand lies gently on your stomach, pushing, not harshly, to counter your movement, until you’re flat on the table again, embracing the uncomfortability of the material.

It’s Kuroo, now, that towers over top of you, looking down at you with a look so void of lust and filled with authority and inquiry. You feel so exposed. You’ve been naked in front of Kuroo so many times before, but this feels like an entirely new experience. “I’ll explain,” Kuroo says, distracting you, if only for a moment, from how on display you feel.

“It all started with an observation,” he kneels down right next to your face. You turn your head to face him. His eyes are still, concentrating on yours as he speaks. “Sex with you is incredible.” And now you know why he keeps his eyes trained on yours, the effect showing so strong within them. 

“So I was thinking, why is that? There are some obvious reasons,” he says, smiling as he pulls a reaction out of you once again, “but more than anything else, I think it’s because of how determined you are to hold off on your first orgasm.”

You blush at this, at the fact that he notices it in the first place and the fact that he’s saying it aloud with such pride. It doesn’t make complete sense, though, in your brain, why that would equate to the sex being incredible. He answers your unspoken question. 

He stands up, no longer worrying about how affected you are by what he says. “You focus so hard, so intently, on not coming for as long as you can so that your first orgasm is unsurmountable. Am I wrong? That would be really awkward if I was wrong.”

You shake your head, because, of course, he’s not wrong. You’ve always loved holding it, thought it made the pay off so much sweeter, and it definitely did. He knew it too. 

“So, then, I had a theory,” he says, walking to the foot of the table, placing both of his hands on each of your ankles, pulling them apart. “that you would stay so strong in the beginning, but then, as time goes on, you would crumble away so quickly until you had absolutely no resolve left.”

Your jaw falls open so subtly, but Kuroo notices, doesn’t try to hide his smirk as he does. “All you have to do,” he starts, “is wait to come for as long as you possibly can.” He runs his hands up your calves, massaging into them, and pushing up until he gets to the insides of your thighs. “Can you do that for me?” 

You nod, slowly at first, because you’re not even sure that the movements are conscious, but then you feel his thumb digging into your thigh, rubbing pressured circles into the muscle, and a verbal confirmation following a breathy whimper leaves your mouth. 

“Great. Tsukishima, tell her the spiel,” Kuroo says, lifting his grip from off of your thighs so suddenly that another whimper breaks from your lips. Kuroo doesn’t even acknowledge it as he starts picking things up from the table beside you. 

“We’re working on a colored system. If at any time you’re feeling like something is moving into a place where it’s too much to handle, say yellow. We’ll stop, make sure you’re okay, slow down, adjust. If at any time, it’s too much and you need to stop for good, say red. We’ll stop, help you however you need to feel okay again,” Tsukishima explains, his hand resting on your arm the entire time, the touch helping you focus on every word. 

“If you can’t speak, three firm taps, squeezes, contact of any kind, whatever you can manage. Just three, repetitive motions, okay?” he asks. 

“Okay. Yellow, red, three touches. I got it,” you repeat, nodding along, and then tacking on a, “Thank you, Tsukishima.”

You’re so focused on Tsukishima’s words and the grasp that he has on your arm that you only notice Kuroo lowering himself next to you when he’s already there. He’s rubbing his thumb against the pads of his two fingers, pulling them apart meticulously as a string of liquid connects them together. 

He reaches his hand down, careful not to get the liquid on anything other than where he’s aiming. His fingers hover between your legs, not making any contact yet, just lingering. He speaks at the exact moment that he dips his fingers between your lips, the coolness of the lube rivaling the metal on your back when you first came into contact with it, “I’m going to let Tsukishima fuck you first, okay?”

Air draws into your lungs quickly, a small, sharp inhale both from the words and the feeling. “Okay,” you reply.

Kuroo rubs the lube between your lips. He lets his fingertips graze over your hole, teasing it, gently prodding, but not inserting them, not yet. “More lube,” he says, pulling his fingers away from your hole, but still between your lips. He rubs your clit with the length of his digits, letting the bundle of nerves slide between the creases of his fingers as you watch them intently. 

Tsukishima uncaps the bottle, letting a generous stream of lube pour onto your pussy, the excess dripping between your legs and onto the table. Kuroo adds another finger, rubbing the pads of them over top of your lips, repetitively moving them up and down until he slips the middle one inside of you.

“I’m going to stretch you out first,” he tells you, as he pushes as deep as he can go, his other fingers resting against your ass. Both Kuroo and Tsukishima are watching you so closely, your body language and your facial expressions and the way you move when Kuroo adds another finger and then another until his three fingers are slowly stretching you. 

He slides his fingers in and out of you, reaching down with his other hand to rub your clit. You hum at the additional contact, feeling your own wetness add to the lubrication between your legs. Kuroo’s fingers feel so good, but they’re not deep enough. “Tsukishima’s going to fuck you now,” Kuroo says, no confirmation at the end of it this time. Still, you nod. 

“Move to the end of the table,” Kuroo says as he removes his fingers from you. You listen immediately, scooching to the edge, legs dangling off of the side as Tsukishima positions himself between them. 

Tsukishima has his fist around his cock, stroking the length steadily, rubbing lube over the top of his head as he moves closer to you. The unfamiliarity of it all is setting in, your breath quickening as Tsukishima places one hand on your knee, spreading your legs open even further. He rubs his head between your lips, letting your wetness spread over the tip before pushing inside of you.

He grabs the undersides of both of your knees, holding your legs up and pushing them into your chest as he gets deeper inside of you. He’s not as thick as Kuroo, but he’s so long. You let your head tilt back into the hard surface, gazing up at the ceiling as you concentrate on each inch being inserted inside of you. 

He’s so deep and he just keeps getting deeper, pushing into you until his hips are directly against your thighs. You can barely catch a good breath, looking up at him, seeing the bliss in his eyes before he starts moving, pulling out slowly and pushing back in even slower. 

You can feel it building up in your stomach as he continues the repetitive motions, but it’s nothing you can’t manage. You look directly up at Tsukishima, staring into his eyes as he thrusts in and out of you. You want to tell him to move faster, but you know that you should pace yourself, know that Tsukishima is probably giving you exactly what you need for how early it is in the night. 

“Tell me, how long do you think you can hold it when you can’t breathe? When you’re concentrating on staying conscious instead of holding your orgasm?” Kuroo questions, positioned directly next to your face, pumping his fist around his cock. “Open.”

It’s like they’ve planned it. The second that Kuroo finishes the word open, Tsukishima starts fucking into you faster, holding you in place by your hips as he thrusts so deep inside of you. He lets you feel his entire length slide in and out of your hole, not sacrificing anything for how fast he’s getting. 

You can barely part your lips before Kuroo’s head is between them. He pushes his hips forward, spreading your lips with his girth and your mouth feels so full so quickly. You weren’t a stranger to Kuroo fucking your throat. You both loved it. But there was something so different about it when you could feel another cock ramming in and out of you. 

He pushes into your mouth slowly, your jaw opening as wide as it needs to compensate for how thick he was. You can feel the underside of his cock slide against your tongue, the head driving into the back of your throat, gently prodding at it before withdrawing. 

It’s harsher this time, the thrust inside of your mouth. You can feel the spit coming from the back of your throat and coating him as he messily fucks your mouth, your lips stretching around him. His head rams against the back wall so rough that you gag violently. You can feel Kuroo stroking the sides of your face, his hands migrating down to your throat as he massages his thumb into your airway. 

He pushes his cock as deep as it can go, your nose against his hip, but he doesn’t pull back this time. He just keeps it there, blocking any air that begs to come through. He reaches down, plugging your nose so that there’s absolutely no chance of you getting any oxygen. You don’t know what to concentrate on as your head feels lighter. 

Tsukishima’s thrusts into you haven’t stopped, have only gotten more ruthless as he watches Kuroo abuse your throat. He’s so deep inside of you that you feel like you can feel him in your stomach, but the longer that Kuroo holds his cock in your mouth, the less you can feel it. Your eyes are shut tightly because you can’t see straight anyways, and your head hurts, and you’re opening and closing your fists because you’re starting to not be able to feel them. 

“Switch with me, Tsukishima,” Kuroo says, pulling out of your mouth right before you would have pushed him off. 

He moves so quickly, Kuroo, to get between your legs, and when he’s positioned there, he doesn’t hesitate for a second. He slides inside of you, grunting at how tight you are around him. He’s not as deep as Tsukishima was, but you can feel how much he’s stretching you already. “Fuck, Kuroo, I’m so fucking full, fuck,” you groan. 

He fucks your tight hole faster than your throat, harsher than your throat. He’s being relentless, knowing that he’s the one that wants to make you come for the first time. He wants to be the one to feel you tighten, to ride your high with you. 

But not yet. You focus on your Tsukishima’s cock in front of you, capturing his head between your lips and then sliding them down his length, taking him inside of your mouth and then as deep down your throat as you can manage, your fist stroking anything you can’t reach. You concentrate on how he tastes, the noises that escape him. You do everything in your power to ignore what’s going on between your legs, on the mess that Kuroo’s making of you, because if you thought about it, even for a second, you’d be coming all over him. 

You concentrate on how your tongue swirls around the head and how the tip fits so perfectly in the slit. You concentrate on how your body twists so that you can massage his balls with your other hand while still stroking the rest of his cock steadily, building speed as you feel his balls tighten. You let his head glide against the back of your tongue, swallowing around him, letting your throat massage the length. 

It doesn’t take much more of this meticulous care that you’re giving Tsukishima’s cock or the sight of your entire body bouncing from the force of Kuroo’s thrusts for Tsukishima to come down your throat. He grabs hold of your hair, moving your face at the exact speed that he needs as he uses your mouth just like Kuroo did. 

You feel his cock pulse between your lips, your mouth a tight ring around him. It coats your tongue, bitter and warm, and you know that Kuroo is probably so jealous right now. Tsukishima doesn’t stop moving his hips, pushing the cum deeper into your mouth. “Will you swallow for me?” he asks, the first thing he’s asked of you all night. How could you deny that?

You don’t remove his cock from your mouth, you swallow around his length just like you did before. He groans at the feeling of your throat tightening around his sensitive cock, but he doesn’t move. You hollow your cheeks as you pull off of him, sucking any last drop. 

It all catches up with you the second that Tsukishima’s cock leaves your mouth. You barely have time to swallow the cum that’s left in your mouth before you’re struggling to control your orgasm. You were working so hard to ignore it before, but you can’t now, the feeling of him fucking into you, still stretching you apart somehow. 

Kuroo rests his fingertips on your stomach, his thumb flicking your clit exactly how he knows you like it. You can see how insistent he is on pushing you to your limits and as much as you want to curse at him for testing you, you just don’t have the mind to. It feels so good. He’s making you feel so good, a string of curses and his name flowing from your mouth as you try your hardest to channel the pleasure into something else. 

“I’m going to come inside of you,” Kuroo says, slamming inside of you harder now. The sentence makes you swallow harshly. You’re so close, so fucking close from the repetitive motions and how thick Kuroo is and how full you feel. He can see it on your face, loves watching you lose control like he has so many times before. It’s his favorite part. He wants to watch you unravel from him, and only him. “Tsukishima, stop touching her,” he commands, so harshly that you feel the dominance of the demand. Tsukishima removes his hand from your shoulder that was lingering there from before.

“You’re so close,” Kuroo breathes, chest heaving as his grip tightens onto your waist, holding you in place as he pounds into you. “I know you’re so close and you’ve been so fucking good for me, waiting, holding off on coming, but I’m going to break you now.” A whimper falls from your lips. You feel so conflicted. You want to just let go, but you know that you have to try harder than you ever have. 

“Try to hold it for me, baby, but I’m going to break you. I’m going to come so deep inside of you, and I’m going to fucking break you,” he spits, a look of determination now on his face. 

His cock is ramming in and out of you, knocking the breath out of your lungs as soon as it enters, the sound echoing around the room and back at you, definitely not helping the vulgarity of the situation or your determination. Your eyelids close tightly, trying to find some sort of grounds, anything to concentrate on instead of how crude and how good Kuroo looks over top of you. 

“Open your eyes, baby, look at me. Look at me,” he coaxes, his hands moving from your hips to your chest, dragging them down your body leisurely, letting you feel the pressure and contact on every part of you. You listen to him, opening your eyes just in time to see him licking his lips. His gaze isn’t on yours, but rather, on you, scanning and staring, and somehow that’s worse. 

“I’m going to come inside you,” he repeats, “so fucking deep. I’m so close.”

“I-,” you start, interrupted by the abrupt slam of his hips against you, “I can’t hold it, Kuroo,” you admit, shaking your head, eyes watering, core tightening. 

“No?” he asks, and you know that he’s patronizing you, and you just can’t bring yourself to care. You shake your head harder, the tears dripping down your cheeks. 

“Can’t,” you mutter. “Feels too good.”

“Fuck,” he says under his breath. He comes first, draining inside of you so deep that you’re convinced it’ll never come out. You can feel his cock twitching with every stream, can feel him still as he takes in his own orgasm, but then he starts to move again. He’s no longer focused on his own pleasure, on taking the time to savor the feeling of his cock buried deep inside you, painting your insides. 

He pulls out of you almost completely and fucks back into you even harsher than before. You were completely ready to come on his cock solely from the depth and the pulsing and how full you were feeling, but he’s regaining the momentum that he lost for only a moment. In fact, it’s faster now, more brutal, intent on doing exactly as he said, breaking you, not just making you orgasm, but absolutely destroying you. 

His name is the only thing on your mind, the only word that you know at this point, and you can’t stop saying it, mushed together in a string of incoherence, getting louder and louder until you’re screaming. 

The orgasm takes you harder than it ever has. Your core cramps, your chest rising off of the table, folding into your knees, your forehead colliding with Kuroo’s chest, resting there for only a moment before you violently fall back into the table. Tsukishima’s there to catch you, his hand placed gently under your head as you crash into it. In any other scenario, you’d feel bad, but you’re quite positive that you couldn’t feel any ounce of bad right now, no matter what happened.

Your body is overcome by pleasure, spreading out your entire being, electrifying everything inside of you and out. Your skin feels like it’s on fire and your hands are closed into fists so tight that you can feel the marks your nails are leaving. Your legs are shaking so violently that even Kuroo’s strong hold can’t stop them. And at some point, your screams for Kuroo turn into high-pitched nonsense and then into silent sobbing. 

You know that you had to have been breathing, it lasted far too long for you to go without air, but when you regain control, when your body starts to calm down, and the feelings all subside, you can’t see straight, can’t breathe right. Your mouth is open, gasping for air and expelling it just as quickly and severely. You don’t know what you look like right now and you’re not sure you want to know. 

You close your eyes, your entire body sensitive to even the tiniest breeze, and even more sensitive to the fingers in your hair, stroking and petting as you regain composure, and the dull nails scraping against the insides of your thighs, but not far enough to make you convulse again. 

You move to sit up. Your core is on fire, but you need to feel some sort of control. You don’t get very far. Kuroo’s hand immediately braces your shoulder, “I’m not done.”

Your mind still feels foggy. You’re barely able to understand exactly what he means. He moves you back to the center of the table, gently, slowly, but the touch still makes your skin feel hot. “That was only the first part, remember?” he asks, spreading your legs apart so slightly, your thighs still touching. “The rest of the theory was about you crumbling away so quickly until you had absolutely no resolve left. That’s the more fun part.”

Even with the pleasure still taking over your brain, you understand. You hear each word and only now do you feel the implications of them for real. Your body already feels exhausted, spent, so tired, and he wants to put you through even more. 

He walks over the table, using tissues to clean himself up before putting his pants back on, letting you recover for a little bit longer. He grasps one of the toys in his hand, the wand, and you’re already feeling your resolve slip away. 

He spreads your lips apart. “Can I trust you not to move or should I strap it in place?” he asks before pushing the head directly into your clit, a gasp escaping you as your back rises off of the table. It’s not on, but the pressure of something against your sensitive clit makes you flinch. 

“Understood,” he replies to your reaction. “Tsukishima, the belt,” he motions his head towards the table behind him. Tsukishima moves quickly, grabbing the leather strap from the table and snaking it under your thighs. Kuroo moves the wand carefully, lying it in between your closed thighs, your lips wrapped around the head which is pushed into your clit, covering the entirety of it. “Tighten it,” Kuroo commands. 

You’ve never seen Tsukishima listen so well without a fight to anyone, especially Kuroo, but there was something in his eyes that you couldn’t quite place, an emotion floating between eagerness and inquisition. Your stare is trained on his fingers as they position the belt over the top of the handle and tighten the strap so that neither your thighs nor the wand can move at all. 

“Are you ready to test my theory?” Kuroo asks, standing next to your head, stroking your hair gently as he waits for your reply, a low, confident, hum. “Great. Turn it on, Tsukishima, slow.”

The wand presses into your clit harder as Tsukishima pushes the dial forward. You feel the click first, the signifier that it’s on, and then you feel the vibration. It’s low and weak, but enough to make you jolt at the feeling. If it wasn’t strapped to your thighs, the wand would already be out of place. 

“How does that feel? Can you hold it?” Kuroo asks, his hands moving from your hair, grasping onto your shoulders. You hum again, but it’s not in affirmation or denial this time. It’s just a sound, a reply without intent, because honestly, you’re not sure. The vibration is weak against your clit and yet as the seconds tick by, despite the fact that Tsukishima hasn’t touched it at all, it feels like it’s getting stronger, like it’s affecting you more. 

Kuroo’s hands move, sliding down your neck and over your collarbones as he rubs them over your chest. His thumbs brush over your nipples, purposefully. The pleasure from your chest spreads throughout you, overlapping the pleasure of the vibrations and you feel almost pathetic from how close you already are. 

Kuroo rubs your nipples between his fingers, harshly, rolling them in between the pads repetitively. You arch your back as much as you can, pushing your chest into Kuroo’s grasp, showing him how desperate you’re feeling without saying anything. He listens to your physical beg, uses his whole hand to massage your chest, thumbs still skimming over your hard nipples as his fingers dig into your skin. 

The vibrations don’t get stronger, but the pressure does. Tsukishima pushes the head of the wand into your clit harder and it’s getting almost impossible to stay still or to stay quiet. “Kuroo, I- I’m close,” you mumble through half-closed lips. 

“Already? That’s great,” he says, stopping just short of a laugh. He continues, “I’m not going to turn it up. I’m just going to let you come from the lowest setting.” 

The orgasm reaches you so much softer this time. The build-up is so slow, so gradual, and so are the effects that it has on you. You can feel yourself flood. You roll your hips into the vibrations as much as you can. It’s not breath-taking or life-changing like the one you had witnessed just minutes ago, but your body feels warm. 

It only takes you a few beats to catch your breath again, but the wand is still on, moving against your sensitive clit, and Tsukishima reaches down and rolls the dial. The vibrations intensify and the embarrassment of how little it took you to come last time is nothing in comparison to now. 

It takes so little for your chest to rise and fall dramatically, the airflow matching the quickening of your pulse and the closeness of another orgasm. “More,” Kuroo says, but it’s not to you. He’s looking directly at Tsukishima. He watches how far he pushes the dial, how much stronger the vibrations come. “Good.”

“I’m- I’m-,” you stutter, not able to say anything else as your eyes close quickly. The orgasm hitting you again, faster and more abrupt this time. 

“Fuck,” you whine. You don’t have to tell him. He knows. He can see the way he’s wrecking you with each continuous orgasm. He strokes your jaw, pushes the hair out of your face, wipes the sweat off of your forehead. 

“I know, baby, I know. It’s okay,” he coos. 

It pushes you over the edge, the extra touch and his words. It’s more intense this time, the feeling that washes over you. It’s not as extreme as your first one, but it’s getting there. You lift your knees off of the table, the wand pressing harder between your legs as you rock against it. 

“Look at you,” Kuroo gushes, watching in awe, “Even strapped together, you’re still squirming to make yourself come.” He shakes his head, standing up straight. “Well then, do it. Make yourself come again,” he orders. 

You don’t move at first, not exactly sure if he’s serious or just taunting you, but then you see the look of expectancy in his eyes. You slowly bring your knees into your chest again, circling your hips so that the head moves against your clit in a repetitive path. It doesn’t take long for that, coupled with the continuous, almost abusive vibrations to bring you there. 

“That’s it. Make yourself come. Move your hips just like that,” he mutters, staring down at your every move. He acts like it’s completely up to you, as if the wand between your legs wasn’t put there by his hands, as if the way you’re moving and grinding isn’t specifically for his eyes, because of his words. “Come for me, again.”

And you listen, not intentionally, just because your body wants to do whatever he wants it to do. You hug your legs, arch your back, driving the wand as harshly against your clit as it can be. You rest your forehead against your knees, moaning into the small space you’ve created, muffled by your own skin and limbs. 

As soon as it’s finished, you slowly relax, letting your legs uncurl, the backs of them lying flat against the table once again. You brace yourself on your elbows first before lowering your back as well until you’ve returned to your original position. The vibrations aren’t stopping. You don’t even have time to catch your breath. 

Kuroo moves to your side, standing directly across from Tsukishima, and places both of his hands on your legs, holding them down, thighs pushed roughly against the table so that you can’t move at all. You can’t spread your legs or lift them. Any amount of small control you had seconds ago is now completely gone. The only thing you can do is lie there and submit. 

It’s Kuroo, this time, that pushes the dial, stretching his finger while keeping his hold on you in place. He lets his finger rest against the wand, feeling the muted vibrations that are coming from the handle. For some reason, knowing that Kuroo’s the one in control again, that he’s the one towering over you and watching you convulse under his touch, brings you closer than the vibrations do. 

“Kuroo,” you whimper, his name falling off of your tongue so easily considering that it’s the only thing on your mind. You don’t know whether to beg for more or to concede, welcoming defeat. “Kuroo,” you repeat, begging, but still not sure for what.

“What, baby? Do you want it higher?” he asks, finger moving to the dial again, but not pushing it until he sees your reaction. 

You’re nodding, on instinct, with pure need, or just to make him proud, you’re not sure. He smiles at you, “Good girl.” And now you’re sure. 

He pushes the dial until the vibrations are so strong that it almost hurts, and yet, the dial doesn’t click again or hit a barrier. Your stomach is in knots just from the contact of the head against you. You regret asking him to turn it up. It barely feels good anymore, the constant, intense buzzing between your legs, but the stimulation is still pushing you towards an orgasm that you’re not sure you can handle anymore. 

When you come, the good is good. It might have even felt better than the first time. Though, it doesn’t matter much, because it lasts for mere seconds. Settling in behind it is just the most intense feeling you’ve ever experienced. It doesn’t hurt, necessarily, but it definitely didn’t feel good. It almost felt like your entire body was cramping. You wanted to convulse with the motions, feel each wave as it barrelled through you, but you couldn’t move, held down by strong hands. And when it finally fled, the only thing you could feel was how sensitive you were. 

But the vibration didn’t stop. No one moved to turn it off, not even with your whining and whimpering, so you opened your mouth, letting your pleas fall out. “I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I’m so sensitive, Kuroo. I can’t,” you ramble, shaking your head against the table. 

“You can, you can. You know the system, right? You know what you have to say for me to stop, right?” Kuroo asks.

You nod, eyes shut tightly. You didn’t need him to stop. You could handle it, but the words still pour from you. “I know. I know, but I can’t, I can’t.”

“Tell me. Tell me you know what you have to say, okay?” he tries again. You can’t see the look in his eyes or the concern on his face, barely pick up on the tone of his voice and how serious it sounds. He knows that this is the first time you’ve done something like this and wants to make sure you’re safe.

“Yes, fuck, I know what I have to say, yes. I know. I don’t need you to stop,” you say and then correct yourself, “I don’t want you to stop. I just, I’m so sensitive. I can feel everything so much and I’m so sensitive, Kuroo,” you babble. 

“I know, I know. You’re doing so good,” Kuroo says to you, and then he talks over top of you, directed at Tsukishima, “Turn it up.” The confirmation gives him what he needs to push you even further. 

You’re so focused on the imminent, unbearable sensation, that you don’t even see Kuroo turn on the light. You feel it before anything else, the warmth that the light creates and how quickly it becomes excruciating. Sweat drips down your forehead, glides past your temples, forms on your stomach, and under your thighs, letting you slide against the table. It just makes everything so much more intense. 

And then you feel the click of the dial, the signifier that it’s up as high as it goes, and you’re cursing so many things that have played a hand in this. You’re cursing the company that made the wand and Kuroo for being so sadistic and Tsukishima for helping him and yourself for agreeing to this. You’re trying to move your mind anywhere other than how hard the wand is vibrating against you. 

You know that you’re talking, you think that you’re talking. Your mouth is open and it feels like words are coming out, but you don’t know what you’re saying and you can’t hear them. Tears are streaming down your face, steadily, not overwhelmingly. Someone’s, you’re not sure whose, and it doesn’t really matter at this point, touches you, moves to stroke your arm. You can hear yourself now as you bark, “Don’t touch me,” regaining enough control of yourself and your voice to add a softer, “please” onto the end. 

You lay there on the table, your body feeling excessively hot in every facet, with a buzzing between your legs that if it was any lower wouldn’t even be affecting you right now because you feel so numb. Everything is heightened. You can feel everything. The light, the air, the warmth, the breath on either side of you, the way that the breath is cool against your skin, the way that the breath is moving, slowly, blowing onto your shoulder and neck and stomach. The contrast of the stimuli makes you feel some sort of balance, some sort of ground. 

Your orgasm takes you by surprise. You could feel everything at once, but you couldn’t feel the sensation approaching. You’re positive that you’re screaming because there’s no way you can’t be. Your throat feels sore and the tears haven’t stopped and you reach your arm out, grabbing onto whatever you find first, squeezing into it so hard, your fingernails digging, digging, digging until your hand is shaking so hard that you can’t manage to control it anymore. 

It’s so much. It’s so much. It’s almost too much. The second that you’re off of this short high, you know that the sobbing will come. You can feel the tears and the tightness in your throat. You can see yellow flashing in your head. You’re not at your limit. You’re not hurt, but if they don’t slow down, you’re going to be very quickly. The word is traveling up your throat, graces your tongue, but doesn’t get the chance to leave your lips. 

The vibration stops. 

“You’re done” is the first thing that you hear when you regain awareness. Kuroo repeats it again, “You’re done, baby, you’re done. Can I touch you? Is that okay?”

You nod because, despite the fact that you’re trembling, that every inch of your skin feels like it’s on fire, that’s really all you want right now. The flinch still comes when he touches you, rests his hand on your cheek, so he hesitates. If you had more energy, you’d lift your own and put it on top of his. 

“You did so well. You did so well,” he repeats, leaning in closer to you and rubbing his thumb against your cheekbone. “God, you did so good.” You can’t respond, but you hope that he knows how much that means to you. 

He lets you lay there, not moving you or rushing you, but just letting you recuperate as long as you need to. The second that you’re able, you talk, “Tsukishima, can you unstrap my thighs?” It’s more of a mumble than a strong sentence, but he gets the point, working just as slow and methodical as before, perhaps more so now. You can barely feel him when he brushes against your skin, numb now from the consistent vibrations. 

Without the constraint on your thighs and the object between your legs, you automatically feel like you can breathe easier now. “And the light,” you mumble. It’s not a question, but it doesn’t need to be. The light is turned off in a second, the heat fading quickly without the intensive brightness. You hum, now, content with the environment you’re in and the company you’re with. 

“I know you probably want to fall asleep right here, but we should get you into bed,” Kuroo mentions, his hand still in the same place against your skin. 

“Kuroo, I don’t think I could move right now if I tried. My legs are completely numb,” you say, “Literally if the house caught on fire, I would die here. There’s no way I could even stand right now.”

He lets out a breathy laugh. “You most certainly would not. I would save you.”

Your eyes are closed softly, but you still roll them, and you hope he notices. “My hero.”

“Come on, I’ll carry you. You can’t recover correctly from all of that if you’re in this room on this table, okay?” he asks.

There aren’t many things you would deny Kuroo of right now, with his voice as sweet as it is and his touch as soft as it is, and carrying you into his room to be more comfortable is definitely not one of them. Your eyelids flutter open and you’re finally able to see Kuroo looking down at you and Tsukishima watching the two of you. 

“Okay,” you agree. 

“Can you put your arms around my neck?” he asks, leaning down and snaking his arms under your knees and your back. 

“Fire, Kuroo, remember, fire,” you reiterate, “No, I could not crawl myself out of this building.”

“You won’t have to bear any weight. It’s just for support.”

You oblige, using all of your energy to lift your arms and lock them around his neck. They hang lazily and you know that if he so much as moves you in the wrong way, they will fall heavily by your sides. His steps are careful, making sure that they’re not too fast or too harsh and you’re so grateful for it. 

Tsukishima pushes open the door to his room and Kuroo carefully steps inside, careful not to bump you into the doorway. He lays you down in the center of his bed so softly that you can barely differentiate being in the air and surrounded by mattress. “There’s water on the bedside table that you definitely need to drink,” Kuroo mentions. “And do you want the TV on or the fan?”

“No, I’m okay. This is nice, I think. I do want a t-shirt, though,” you say, not wanting to be this exposed anymore. 

“Yours or mine?” he asks, already halfway to his dresser. 

“Yours,” you call out, “something really baggy.”

He grabs a shirt from his drawer, walking back over, and handing it to you. You accept it graciously, putting it on over your head slowly, the clean fabric against your skin one of the only sensations that feel acceptable at the moment. “Thank you.”

“Well, you should get some rest, okay?” he says, leaning over and kissing your forehead. “Hydrate first, though. I’ll be in the living room if you need anything at all.”

You nod, finally relaxing. The bed is so comfortable compared to the harshness of the metal that you were lying on before. It melds against your body so perfectly, conforms to every curve, but you can’t even think about falling asleep. Your mind is still racing, wandering, active, despite the exhaustion you’re feeling so heavily. 

“Wait,” you say with the last ounce of strength you have. Both of them stop in place, Tsukishima already halfway out the door. They’re looking at you expectantly, waiting for whatever you have to say or request, but you can’t get it out. It feels weird, almost, that after everything that just happened you would feel uncomfortable saying anything at all to them. 

“Do you need something?” Kuroo asks, already moving back towards you. 

“I-,” you start, face feeling hot at such a silly request, “I don’t really want to be alone right now.” You’re not sure if you’re imagining it or if Kuroo really does ease when you say it. 

“You want us to lay with you?” Kuroo asks, closing the gap, already by your side again. 

“I don’t have to if you guys want to be alone,” Tsukishima says, his voice so small it almost goes unnoticed. 

You shake your head, “I’d like if you’d stay.”

You’re positive that Tsukishima doesn’t mean to show the look of shock on his face, but he does. You feel the bed sink on one side as Tsukishima walks back into the room and by your side. You flip over towards Kuroo who holds the glass of water out in front of him. “Water first,” he says. You listen, taking it in your hands as well as you can for how spent your muscles still are. The bed behind you shifts, a hesitant hand rubbing the small of your back. 

It takes a few moments for you all to get comfortable, to get into positions that fit, to meld together as perfectly as you do, but when you do, you never want to move again. Tsukishima’s pressed up against your back, his hand gently on your hip. Your head is pressed against Kuroo’s chest, listening to his heartbeat and timing your breathing with it. 

The room is quiet and your mind is still racing, but with the company in the room, you feel so content. “Thanks for taking care of me,” you say to both of them. 

“I said we would, didn’t I?” Kuroo responds, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. 

“I mean, that’s not exactly what I thought you meant,” you murmured. 

Tsukishima doesn’t reply, just rubs the bit of skin he has contact with. That’s enough for you. The three of you lie there in silence, syncing your breathing, only ever disturbing the peace with rustling of the sheets and clothes until Kuroo speaks again. 

“You know, the scientific theory is based on the fact that your hypothesis is retestable and comparing the results to make sure that they’re in accordance with each other,” Kuroo says into the darkness. 

“Tsukki, please hit him for me,” you say, knowing full well that if you weren’t the most exhausted you’ve ever been, you would have done it much more justice. 

Tsukishima reaches over you and hits Kuroo’s shoulder so hard that you can feel the effects of it in his chest. You can’t help but laugh, and Kuroo does too, so lightly, and yet, you can feel it against your ear. You feel the safest you’ve ever felt in this moment alone.

“Give me a week,” you mutter. 

Kuroo responds far too quickly and eagerly, “Yeah, I mean, of course, whatever you need.”

Part of you thinks that come a week, you’ll regret the words that just came out of your mouth. Another part of you realizes the exact place you’re in, the way Tsukishima is still softly rubbing your hip, and the way Kuroo’s laughter is still taking over your mind. That part of you feels the fabric of their clothing and your own and the sheets beneath you. That part of you knows that even when you were as pushed as you were, you felt safe. That part of you knows that they know you better than you know yourself. 

That part of you knows that you could never pass up an opportunity to give up control, to listen to these men and trust them completely. You could never regret that. 

could you do one with sub yamaguchi please 🥺

i'm trying to work on my dialogue game so this is kinda rough im so sorry😭😭😭 alsoooo i didn’t know this was supposed to be pegging? but i did it anyways so lmk if you want somethin different pls ill get on that

Pairing: Yamaguchi Tadashi x Fem!Reader

Rating: M! For Mature

Contains: sub!yama, pegging, femdom per usual, overstim, spanking, lots of praise bc he’s baby

Yamaguchi whines low in his throat, fingers sliding from beneath the pillow to the sheets beneath them, hooking just beneath the edge before curling them into his palm. His knuckles go white with the solid grip, tensing in a way that must be painful as he squirms in your lap.

“Please,” He murmurs, and you can’t tell whether it’s the weight of the word or the pleasure that makes his voice crack so prettily.

The sight- the sound makes your mouth go dry. You’d been together long enough to read every small cue and shudder of his body but time doesn’t ease the way you feel; doesn’t make the sight of him so perfect and willing for you any less breathtaking. You swallow thickly, struggling to hear over the pounding of your own heart in your ears. 

“Shh,” You ease, stilling your hand and smoothing the other over his hair.  “Only a few left, and you deserve them, remember? You were being so bad earlier.” 

“I-” Tadashi begins hesitantly, but the waning edge of his voice makes you click your tongue. There’s a pause that follows and then he speaks again: “I know.Just want more, please I need it.”

You smile, kissing him softly on the shoulder before smacking him again, quick and sharp. It’s the noise more than the impact that startles him, gasping in surprise as he clenches down on the finger you’d given him earlier. “Three,” You tell him. 

The fourth one tears another broken noise free and the sound goes straight to your core, arousal bleeding through your veins. You smile down at him even though he can’t see it, “You moan so pretty for me.” 

“Tha-Thank you,” Yama breathes, hands shaking. Compliments always make him hazy; you can practically hear the blush; see the nervous twitch his nose would give in response. 

He falls silent for a second and you allow him the time it takes to recuperate, waiting for him to suck in a steadying breath before raising your hand in question. “Again?” He asks timidly, voice soft, and you grin. 

“Good boy,” You breathe, spanking him again before he has the chance to anticipate it.

You make sure to press hard against his prostate simultaneously, slipping another finger along side the first before curling them until he clenches around you. His thighs tremble against yours, and you wonder briefly how long he’ll last like this. Your answer comes a few seconds later, when he scrambles for purchase at the sixth blow. 

“Wa-Wait!” He cries out, and you pause your hand where it lies in the air, stroking over his ass in comfort as he struggles to string sentences together. 

“You normally love your punishments, baby,” You hum questioningly, but you know the answer; can feel it in your lungs, “Don’t want anymore?”

“I-I’m okay, I promise. Just- too close.” His voice is thick with tears, but steady enough for you to trust the words it spills. You strike him again and he whimpers, bucking so hard he almost falls unsteadily off of your lap. You rake your gaze down to the reddened imprints on his skin, some shaped like your hand but blurry on the edges where they’d overlapped. “Oh?” You ask, “Were you gonna cum? Is that it?” 

When his head nodes shakily in confirmation, you grin, “Do you want me to keep going?” 

“Please…” He whispers, and you press a kiss into his shoulder at the honesty. You alternate unsteadily between spanking and working Tadashi open, squirting extra lube into your hand as you make your way to three fingers. You hate this position, honestly; although you can picture how his face looks right now it’s different when you can’t see it- when you don’t get to see the tears you know his eyes are glazed with. He was always so pretty when he cried; always looked the best when you drove him delirious with pleasure and stimulation.

 When you strike him particularly hard over the crease of his thigh, Tadashi sniffles into the sheets. “You doing okay, baby?” You ask, soothing over the marks with careful hands. 

“Yeah,” He mumbles, rocking in your lap with small, minuscule jerks of his hips. You trace the knobs in his spine, running up his back to cup softly at the back of his neck as you crook your fingers and he whines. “You’re doing so good, bunny,” You smile. “Do you think you’ve had enough?” 

Tadashi nods again, blushing down his neck, “I- yeah. Yes.” 

“Turn around, then,” You coo as you slip your fingers free from him, “Let me look at you, baby.”

His head raises slowly, arms planted to push himself up and you hold his hip for balance to aid his slide, twisting him over before helping him ease gently onto his back. His lips are bitten red, cheeks flushed the prettiest crimson as tears track messily down the places of his face. His eyes darken with desire- pupils blown wide as they meet yours. 

You wind your fingers into his hair, gently, but with an intensity that forces his head to the side. His neck strains, and you can’t help but press your lips into the slow, anticipating bob of his Adam's apple. “You like it when I’m rough with you, don’t you baby boy?” You hum into his ear, “Don’t you like it when I take what I need from you?”

“Yes,” He whines, but you aren’t sure if he’s actually answering the question, or simply begging for you to be inside of him. You chuckle anyways, dragging his hand above his head to press them firmly into the mattress,  “Leave them,” You order, and he obeys, winding his fingers together complacently. Teary eyes blink up at you, and you can’t help but brush the hair from his damp forehead.

His cock bobs heavy against his stomach, pre-cum beading steadily at the angry tip as you rub at the freckled skin of his legs, scattering the uneven press of your lips. You run hands up the backs of his thighs, leaning over his body to kiss back at his neck before peeling away to capture his mouth.

Tadashi shudders when you hook your teeth into his bottom lip, and downright keens when you sink them in, tugging the slightest bit. He has half the mind to beg, but with your tongue skimming hot across his teeth and licking into his open mouth, it’s too difficult to find the words to break the tension. 

His hands curl into the sheets above his head, palms aching with the need to feel the warmth of your body beneath them, but he doesn’t dare break the control you have over him. He can’t help but need more- mind melting beneath every caress and feather-light breath you gift him. 

“More…” He finally whines when you pull away, and you smile into his neck, shifting your weight to settle properly on top of him, hand rubbing from his hair to his ribs. 

“I’ve got you, bunny,” You croon as you finally tug the harness tight around your waist, reaching idly for the lube, “Just relax, okay? Gonna take it so well.” 

You squeeze it into your hands, warming the gel between your palms before smearing it over the toy. His legs flex, hips pitching up invitingly. His eyes close, probably in embarrassment, but you chuckle at it nonetheless. 

You tap the head against his ass, dribbling even more lube over his hole until he’s made a sloppy mess. You want to be inside- want to watch his face when you fill him up but you can’t bring yourself to do it just yet. “Cmon, bunny,” you coo, stroking at his thighs, “Wanna hear you ask for it, real pretty okay? Wanna hear you beg.” 

“I- I can’t. Please-” 

You slide in close to rub the head across his hole, smearing the mess of lube back and forth until you press in just the slightest bit. That’s where you sit for a moment, watching him clench helplessly around the silicone. He doesn't speak, so you slide in another inch, giving him a second to feel it before easing out again. It’s the push he needs apparently, coming undone within a matter of a few short seconds. 

You watch his chin quiver, eyes cracking open as his head falls in defeat. 

“Please, please, please,” Tadashi begins to ramble, voice bordering on delirium, “Want the rest- fuck me, please fuck me. Love it so much, feels so fucking good, so-” The vulgarity is what takes you by surprise and you moan at the sound of it, finally taking mercy. You soothe him with a kiss, lining back up before you slide in with one, long push. 

You’ll never tire at the sight; there’s no way to describe the way he dissolves into nothing at the feeling. His legs shake uncontrollably, knocking around so much you pin his ankles over your thighs. You let go only when you trust him not to move, tugging his waist firmly back onto your cock. 

Yamaguchi makes a pleading sound, hands twisting where they still rest and it’s then you notice how good he’s been about it. “Oh baby,” You breathe, and his ankles lock behind your back, digging into flesh above your ass but you let him. “So fucking good for me- move your hands, that’s it.” 

He winds them around your neck when you reach up to meet him, guiding you into a deep kiss as you begin the steady back and forth pull of your hips. “Don’t- don’t strain yourself,” The man stutters, and the attention to your well-being of all things make you indescribably happy. 

“You’re so sweet,” You tell him, and he only responds with a breathy moan as you pick up the pace a bit more, rolling your hips up into as deep as possible to press steadily at the spot inside of him. Tadashi grinds back to meet you, mouth falling open in a silent cry of pleasure. 

“I… I-I’m gonna…” He whimpers, but the hand you reach between you cuts him off, wrapping around his cock to jerk him in slow, steady flicks. Pre-cum beads at the tip and you smear it over the rest, fucking up carefully against his prostate to pull him through the orgasm. He lets out a needy whine, nails digging lightly in your back as you tug him slow and sweet over the edge. 

Yamaguchi cums with a sob of pleasure, one you’d heard before but he’s spurting over your fist and stomach, babbling mindless words of pleasure as you fuck him through it. 

He pants, choking on a few more noises of his left over pleasure. You think about sparing him, for a second, but the thought is chased away when he looks at you from down his heaving chest, dirtied with the mess of his cum. 

“C’mon bunny.” You sit up further, pushing the bend of his knee closer until he’s folded nearly in half, “You can give me more than that.” 

And you can only try your best to swallow his scream with a kiss when you thrust back in, breathe leaving in a rush as you fuck him almost violently, shoving your hips at an angle you know brushes his prostate and sends his frazzled nerves reeling. 

Tadashi’s hands are scrambling madly, clutching at your back while you impale him even deeper with the toy. He’s not speaking anymore- voice cracking off into incoherent wails that can’t be pleasant for his throat. 

"I-I'm close," He pants as you keep the frantic pace, barreling past the burn in your own muscles. "Gonna make me come- fuck- gonna-” 

You look down at him; studying the furrow in his brow and the tears beading at his lashes, and know. “You gonna come on my cock, Yama? Be a good boy and show me how much you love having me inside of you?” You lean down to kiss his slack mouth, tongue slipping over his bottom lip. The position slows his thrusts, makes them shallower but you can press harder this way, "Do it baby, make another mess."

Tadashi’s face contorts with each hit to his prostate and your hand wraps around his cock, jerking him in time with your steady grind. It makes his eyes squeeze shut a little tighter, breath coming out a little shallower, and his body starts moving on his own.

“Cum for me, bunny, give it to me.” 

He doesn’t see it coming but the words send him careening over the edge, back arching off the bed as white hot spurts of cum spilling out before he has the strength to even warn you. You let him, milking him for all he’s worth in the small silence that follows.

“That’s it,” You soothe, letting go in favor of pulling out. You slip out, murmuring an apology when he twitches before pressing your lips against the sweaty skin of his forehead. “Okay?” You ask, and he chuckles a breathless little sound. 

Tadashi smiles softly, not the normal beaming-one he shares with everyone else but something soft and secret, scooting in to press your lips together. “More than okay.” He assures. “The best.” 

WORMS :D

Tysm to @balievoheme for the genius kageyama dialogue DKJHS this idea has been sitting in my head for SO LONG!! I’m so happy I got to finally draw it and I dont do this kind of coloured comic much and it was a lot of work oof,, but I love how it came out !! Pls tell me if youd like to see more stuff like this ??

(Also gotta credit @kaprikume for the style of coloured bubbles bc i very much stole it from their excellent comics!)

by cakeicing352

Basically… Bokuto and Akaashi are married and Yamaguchi is their kid. Sugawara and Daichi also married and Tsukishima is their kid….

This fic will be about the kids and their relationships with their parents…. And some fun development of Tsukishima and Yamaguchi friendship? That’s my goal :D and I just wanted to write fun crap and make kids cry and I’m a sucker for the hurt/comfort so I’m writing it.

DONT LET THE OMO OR THE MATURE TAG SCARE YOU AWAY PLEASEEE mature tag is only because of the omorashi. IF YOU CAME FOR THE MATURE TAG IM SORRY YOULL BE DISAPPOINTED 😭 there’s no sex I am not a skilled enough write to do that stuff I know there is omorashi (Akaashi) … It’s NOT sexual (besides like touching dick for like two seconds um but anyways other than that it’s pretty clean I swear😭) If you came for that it’s in the first chapter kind of in the middle. if you don’t like it skip it cause I SWEAR THE REST OF THE FIC IS GOOD if that’s not your cup or tea ykyk😭

Words: 4843, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi, Akaashi Keiji, Bokuto Koutarou, Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi

Relationships: Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

Additional Tags: Omorashi, Hurt/Comfort, Crying, Sickfic, Kid Fic, Adoption, Adopted Children, Romance, No Sex

cats and birds✨

this made me laugh so hard

and now kenma locks the door when he streams

by GoandSeek

the title is very dramatic. the fic is, i think, less dramatic.

❁❁❁

“I’m glad it was you,” Yamaguchi would tell him later, moving his supplies into the tent they would share with other pairs of their ranking. “The other shieldmen scare me.”

Tsukishima spoke quietly, “Do I not scare you?”

“No,” Yamaguchi smiled, and the line of gold that ran from his jaw moved with the motion, “Why would you?”

Words: 2453, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Yamaguchi Tadashi is really cool.

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Yamaguchi Tadashi, Tsukishima Kei, Tsukishima Akiteru

Relationships: Tsukishima Kei & Yamaguchi Tadashi, Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, kind of, War, Tsukishima Kei & Yamaguchi Tadashi Friendship, Spear and Shield, i don’t really know how to tag this, Dramatic title

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a winter stroll

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TsukiYamaKageHina~Praise Kink

Summary:

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

Ao3 Tags:

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

Notes:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sounds about right.” Kageyama nods.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The blonde just looks lost. 

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

“Not strictly dickly?” He confirms.

“Not strictly dickly.” Hinata nods.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~One Week Later~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hinata and Kageyama stare at Yamaguchi in shock. 

“Shit that sounds hot,” Kageyama whispers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do wha-Ah!-what?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~The Next Monday~

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait they weren’t together already?!”

Pinky promise

Happy happy (late) tsukkiyama day!!!! 💕🥺💕🥺

TsukiYama~Humiliation

Summary:

Tsuki isn’t just being mean when he teases Yamaguchi.

Ao3 Tags:

Humiliation, Verbal Humiliation, Master/Pet, Pet Names, Pet Play, Dirty Talk, Degradation, Puppy Play, Puppy Yamaguchi, Kinktober 2020

It had been a long ass week for Yamaguchi to say the least. 

Between tests, practices, a particularly rough game against Aoba Johsai, and now he just couldn't seem to do the float serve he worked so hard on no matter how many times he tried. 

The team was supportive, and while he appreciated it, he just wanted someone to call him out on his screw ups and he knew just the person for it. 

"Tsuki~" Yamaguchi mumbled into Tsukishima's back as he hugged the tall blonde from behind in the club room.

"Tough week, Yams?" Tsukishima sighed, glancing around before smiling softly at the smaller when he saw they were alone, turning around in his arms to pet his green hair.

Yamaguchi nodded into Tsuki's chest now, leaning into the attention. "Are you busy tonight?"

"Hmmm…" Tsukishima hummed as he fished his phone out and pretended to check it. "Nope. All yours, Yams. Wanna give me the details now or on the way to yours?" 

"You saw everything that happened," he greenette pouted. 

"Called out or comforted though?" 

Yamaguchi's freckles stuck out against his flush as he hid in the blonde's chest. "...Called out." 

Tsukishima gave one of his condescending smirks as he pulled Yamaguchi's head back by his hair. "Then you're going to tell me every little detail of how much you fucked up before I go any further. Understood?" 

Yamaguchi nodded his head quickly with a whimper. "Yes, Tsuki." 

Tsuki let go of his hair and stepped out of his hold. "Good. Now grab our stuff and let's go." 

The greenette scrambled to do as he was told, happy to have a task he couldn't mess up as he slung a gym bag and backpack on either shoulder. "Ready!" 

"Then hurry up." Tsukishima tsked, already walking out the club room door.

Yamaguchi hurried to follow, keeping just behind Tsuki as they went. "Thank you, Tsuki," he whispered.

He saw Tsuki's head tilt either way before he glanced behind him with a soft smile. "No problem, Yams. I'd rather be the one to take you apart than letting you do it yourself. You don't know when to stop."

Yamaguchi chuckled lightly, knowing the blonde was right. If he was left to his own devices, he'd spiral into a pit of anxiety and misplaced guilt so he was glad the other was willing to help. 

"Now start talking." Tsukishima ordered as they continued to Yamaguchi's house. "The sooner you get it out there, the sooner we can start." 

"R-right!" Yamaguchi grinned before he began filling the silence with all the things he felt went wrong that week. 

Tsukishima just let him talk, giving the occasional hum when the other stopped for air. He knew Yamaguchi well enough at this point for the smaller boy to not even need to tell him, but these things tended to go smoother when Yamaguchi got it all out and felt he had something to be punished for. Tsukishima didn't really agree, but whatever helped his Yams feel better. 

They reach Yamaguchi's house just as he was finishing up so Tsukishima retrieved the spare key from the flower pot and let the two inside. "Parents?" 

"Gone for the weekend."

"Good. So no deadline." Tsukishima nodded, taking his school jacket off and tossing it on a hook. “You know the drill.”

“Y-yes, Tsuki!” Yamaguchi stammered as he put their bags down by the door before running to his room. “Um, do you want food too by the way?”

“If I get to see you in that apron again.” Tsukishima smirked when he saw how red Yamaguchi’s ears and neck turned.

“Tsuki!” Yamaguchi whined even as he grabbed said apron as he walked by the kitchen. He wasn’t actually complaining, just embarrassed. He liked how domestic Tsukishima could be even if it was still sexy. 

“Questioning me?”

“Never.”

“Didn’t think so. Now hurry up before I get bored.”

“Yes, Tsuki!” Yamaguchi nodded before pausing again. “Um, anything you want me to do?”

“Hmmm.” Tsukishima thought about it for a moment, going over what Yamaguchi had told him earlier about the mood he was in. “I’m guessing you don’t want to think or deal with shit so I guess get your tail and ears, puppy.”

The blonde could practically already see Yamaguchi’s tail wagging and it wasn’t even in yet. ‘Guessed it right I see.’

“O-okay, Tsu-”

“And no more talking unless it’s to safe word.”

Yamaguchi nodded his head before turning back around and heading down the hall. 

Tsukishima heard some ruckus a moment later so he assumed Yamaguchi was digging in his closet for the toys. The tail Yams had picked when he borrowed Akiteru’s card under blackmail was pretty sizable so Tsuki figured he had some time as he took his shirt off before deciding to start his homework.

The blonde heard some whimpers and small moans come down the hall a few minutes later and knew he was being fucked with. ‘He’s been around me far too long if he thinks he can get away with being a little tease. Or maybe he just wants his brains fucked out? Probably both honestly.’

Tsukishima was just finishing science when a pair of greenish brown ears peaked out from under the table and a head rested on his lap with a whine.

Tsukishima couldn’t help the fond smile he directed at the brown puppy eyes staring up at him. 

“Are you sure you deserve attention right now?” Tsuki hummed, tapping his textbook with his pencil. “Good puppies don’t barely pass their science test after all.”

Yamaguchi increased the puppy-eyes look with an absolutely pitiful whine that, when combined with the flush on the smaller’s cheeks, made Tsukishima wonder if he himself would make it through dinner. 

Tsuki just rolled his eyes, however, as he pet the green tinted locks. “Tsk, fine. A pass is still a pass. Just stop acting acting like such a bitch in heat.” He was fully aware he had no room to talk.

Yamaguchi’s cheeks darkened, but he leaned into the blonde’s touch all the same when the taller pet his hair.

Tsukishima chuckled at the other’s actions with a “Cute” as he scribbled down the final answer before closing his science book. “So food?”

Yamaguchi flushed harder at being called cute, but nodded when Tsukishima asked about food. Crawling out from under the table and standing up to reveal the incredibly domestic apron that Tsuki seemed to appreciate so much, the blue collar that read ‘Pipsqueak’ in gold, and the tail that matched his ears when he turned around to look in the fridge. 

Tsukishima hated the reason why Yamaguchi needed this but god damn if he didn’t love helping him as he watched the tail wag with the pinch server’s movements as he moved around the kitchen. 

Yamaguchi put some veggies in a pan on the stove as he added meat to another with sauce. He went to get bowls and utensils while the food did its thing. Once it was done and combined, he put the food in the two bowls and brought it to the table. He paused when he reached Tsuki’s side, tilting his head and giving a questioning whine.

“Puppies don’t eat at the table, do they?” Tsukishima hummed with a smirk as he rested his chin on his hand.

Yamaguchi shook his head as his face flushed again before setting Tsuki’s bowl on the table and his on the floor near the blonde’s feet before he handed him his utensils and took off the apron. 

Tsukishima hummed a thanks as Yamaguchi kneeled in front of his food to begin eating, face red as he did so but digging in none the less, grateful he was at least allowed to use utensils since Tsuki didn’t like the mess. 

They ate in relative silence aside from Yamaguchi’s occasional whine and panting as his current position made his tail brush his prostate every now and then. 

The feeling was obviously winding Yamaguchi up, but the sounds were driving Tsukishima absolutely crazy as he tried to focus solely on finishing his meal so they could get to dessert. 

He barely managed when he caught a shiver running down Yams’ spine out of the corner of his eye and he was grateful that all that was left in his bowl was sauce as he stood up to put his bowl in the sink.

“Clean those up when you’re done then come to your room. We’re gonna see if your receiving has improved so to speak.” Tsukishima ordered as he walked out of the kitchen and to Yams’ room to clear his head for a second so he could give his Yams what he needed.

Watching his pup get off on his own tail was not helping. 

Yamaguchi nodded, a whine leaving him as he sat up to acknowledge Tsuki and he caught a glimpse of fire in the other’s gold eyes at the sound. 

‘Good thing it’s Friday.’ Yamaguchi thought as he finished up and did as he was told, a gasp escaping him when he got up and the plug shifted once more. ‘Get the big plug, I said. It’ll feel good, I said. Yeah, too good, you idiot. I have to be a good boy, and wait until Tsuki says I can.’ He scolded himself as he put the bowls on the drying rack.

“Hurry up, puppy!” Tsukishima snapped from down the hall.

Yamaguchi gave a little yip as he scampered down the hall to follow Tsukishima’s order, stopping in the doorway of his room for the next. 

“No more standing.”

Yamaguchi dropped to his knees immediately.

He saw the look in Tsuki’s eyes again and whimpered, making sure the blonde could see the tail wag behind him.

“Fucking hell, Yams,” Tsukishima groaned. “The death of me I swear to god.”

Yamaguchi couldn’t help the proud grin on his face as he yipped. 

Tsukishima raised an eyebrow. “When did you become so cocky?”

The greenette just tilted his head as he looked the blonde up and down.

“Okay, smart ass. For that you can get off on my leg. Only good puppies receive.”

If the ears were real they would have drooped as Yamaguchi whined in indignation. 

“Do you want it to be a stuffie again?”

Yamaguchi’s face reddened once more as he remembered the last time he disobeyed enough to actually annoy Tsuki and was forced to hump one of the blonde’s dinosaur plushies until he came like a dog in heat before licking it clean. It had been humiliating, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t see stars when he came.

“Holy shit, you’re actually considering it aren’t you.” Tsukishima scoffed when Yamaguchi didn’t respond right away.

Yams’ face was burning now as he quickly shook his head with a whimper. 

“Surrre,” Tsukishima rolled his eyes. “Whatever. We both know you’re no better than a simple bitch in heat. Willing to do anything I say as long as you get to cum aren’t you?”

Yamaguchi was panting a little even as he tried to whine in denial, the sound just coming out more desperate than anything.

Tsukishima smirked as he motioned for Yams’ to come closer, pulling him by the ring of his collar once he was. “To think Ennoshita-senpai passed on the captain position for next year to you just last week. What would the precious junior think if they could see you now.”

Yamaguchi whimpered, following Tsukishima’s previous order without actually meaning to, moaning lightly when he finally got some friction to his poor leaking cock.

“Look at you, humping my leg to the thought of getting humiliated in front of everyone. Bad enough you sweated off the makeup covering your hickeys last year, but now you really want to parade the fact that you’re my bitch.” Tsukishima whispered into Yamaguchi’s red ear, smirking when this ripped another moan from the shorter. 

“Look at you, so desperate just from being called out. Makes me wonder, you know? There’s no way someone as good at volleyball as you was actually messing up that bad. You just wanted me to punish you didn’t you?” He was determined to add some sort of praise in there for his poor Yams’ self esteem even if it was kind of backhanded. 

“T-tsuki,” Yamaguchi whimpered before his eyes shot open in fear when he realized he spoke.

Tsukishima pulled his head back by his green tinted locks to glare at him. “Did the puppy just talk?”

Yamaguchi whined at the rough treatment, furiously shaking his head as best he could with Tsuki’s hold on his hair and whimpering in denial.

“Yams,” Tsukishima tsked. “You know I don’t like liars.”

Yamaguchi slumped before slowly nodding, whining in apology.

“So not only did you disobey me, but you tried to lie to me about it too?” Tsukishima glared, tightening his hold on Yamaguchi’s hair and smirking at the small moan it got him that quickly turned into a distressed whimper when he moved his leg out of Yamaguchi’s reach. “That doesn’t sound like a puppy that deserves to cum does it?”

Yamaguchi whimpered, trying his puppy eyes again, and dammit if Tsuki wasn’t weak for them, but he couldn’t just give in. Yamaguchi asked for this persona after all. 

“Nope, you’re not going to cute your way out of this. I do want to cum some time tonight though so I’ll settle with you’re not allowed to until I say. Understood?”

Yamaguchi grinned, just happy he’ll get to cum at all and nodded quickly. 

Tsukishima smirked at Yamaguchi’s actions as he hummed, considering what to do with his puppy. ‘He’s not great with his mouth like this but there’s definitely something hot about Yams lapping at my cock like its his last meal, but I could also just fuck him into oblivion? He’s definitely more open in his reactions when he’s looking to be embarrassed. Hmmm, both? Nah, I won’t last long enough for both, especially if he keeps looking at me like that. We have all weekend, I’ll just fuck him for now.’

“On the bed, puppy.” Tsukishima finally decides, snickering when Yams immediately scrambles to obey

Yamaguchi kneels on the bed on his elbows and knees, already knowing he’d be fucked off his hands as he rests his face on the pillow and gives Tsuki half lidded puppy eyes behind him. 

‘This little shit,” Tsukishima internally groans at the look Yams’ is giving him as he wiggles his ass a little to make the tail way. ‘The fucking death of me!’

Despite his inner gay panic, Tsukishima feigns indifference as he moves behind Yams, smirking lightly when he moves the tail a little and Yams moans into the pillow.

“Look at you, so ready and desperate to be fucked. I could probably just sit back here and fuck you with your tail and you’d cum just like the bitch you are wouldn’t you?” 

Yamaguchi hides his face in the pillow, whimpering before he wiggles his ass a little and lets out a cut off moan.

“As I thought. Too bad you’re not allowed to come until I say so otherwise I might be tempted.” Tsukishima snickers as Yams moans when he pumps the tail in and out a few times before pulling it out all together, earning a whine at that point.

“Shhh, puppy. I’ve got you.” Tsukishima hums as he snatches the lube Yamaguchi left on the nightstand earlier and adds just a little more lube to Yamaguchi’s hole. “God that tail really is unnecessarily big isn’t it? I wish you could see it. Your little hole back here, twitching desperately begging to be filled by my cock just like you’d be if you were allowed to talk. My little cock slut.”

Yamaguchi whimpers, refusing to look back to meet the blonde’s gold eyes as his ears burn.

“You know I’m right.” Tsukishima snickers as he pushes two fingers in after the lube to make sure the shorter is open enough, humming in satisfaction before he finally takes his boxers of to lube his cock. “Don’t worry, I’ll fill you up much better than that stupid plug. Fuck you so good you won’t even remember you can speak. You’ll just be my good little obedient bitch. How does that sound, Yams?”

Yamaguchi lets out a moan in response, thrusting back on air, silently begging for Tsuki to fuck him like he promised. 

Tsukishima just chuckled lowly as he lubed his cock as well before lining up and sliding the tip in slowly, choking on air a bit when Yamaguchi thrust back again and sucked more of him in than either were expecting given how Yams moaned.

“Fuck, Yams. Patience, puppy.” Tsukishima cursed, grabbing Yams’ hips to keep him still.

Yamaguchi whined as though begging, trying to thrust back again.

“Keep it up, and I’ll grab the leash.” Tsukishima warned only to roll his eyes when all his threat did was earn him a moan. “Horny bitch.”

Yamaguchi panted lightly, not even denying it. 

“Just for that, nevermind. There’s no point if you’ll like it anyway.” Tsukishima huffed as he slid in more, actually bottoming out fairly quickly thanks to the stretch from the tail. “We’re getting you a smaller tail. It’s still tight, but I don’t like feeling like I’m getting sloppy seconds.”

Yamaguchi moaned as he was filled before giving a small growl at what Tsuki said.

Tsukishima raised an eyebrow. “What was that, cock slut?”

A challenging eye peaked over Yamaguchi’s shoulder, but there was no other sound. 

“Don’t think I didn’t see that look, pipsqueak. I don’t know where you get the gall, but I think it’s time to put you in your place.” 

His eyebrows shot up when Yamaguchi had the nerve to huff at him. ‘This little-?! Don’t threaten his toys! Got it! Dramatic ass.’

“Why you little.” Tsukishima pulled almost all the way out before immediately slamming back in, reveling in the keening moan this pulled out of Yamaguchi.

“Do - thrust - Not - thrust - Test - thrust - Me!” Tsukishima growled into the greenette’s ear, earning a desperate whimper.

Yamaguchi cried out when Tsukishima found his prostate and clung to the pillow under him when the blonde continued to abuse that spot. He thrust back to meet Tsuki’s thrusts, panting as he began placing kisses and bites along Yams’ back and shoulders, careful to make them hideable. 

They both liked having the marks of ownership, but Tanaka and Noya were absolute menaces so they had to stay hidden until the numbskulls graduated now that Asahi-senpai wasn’t here to keep Noya in line. 

Tsukishima groaned, growling slightly when Yams’ squeezed around his cock before he pulled him back by the collar to have the shorter sitting in his lap and bouncing him on his cock. 

Yamaguchi moaned at the change in position before crying out when Tsuki found his prostate again and went back to abusing it.

“Hmm, much better. No more hiding those cute sounds in the pillow. Come on, Yams. Let the whole neighborhood hear how good I fuck you.” Tsukishima basically purred into Yamaguchi’s ear as he peppered kisses down his freckled neck.

Yams panted, clinging to the hands around his collar and stomach for some kind of support as he bounced on Tsuki’s cock, moaning like the bitch in heat he was accused of being.

“Speak, puppy. I wanna hear you beg for me.” The blonde smirked, nipping Yams’ earlobe.

Yamaguchi didn’t need to be told twice. “Tsukiiii~ Please! Moree~! I want master’s cock, please~!”

Tsukishima groaned, pausing, “Turn around so you’re facing me.”

Yams whined when he stopped, but moved quickly to do as he was told so the blonde could continue ASAP.

Tsukishima moved just slightly so he would have better leverage on the bed and thanked his past self for liking a sport that required so much leg strength. “Put your hands on my chest, puppy.” He waited until Yams did as he was told and smirked at the curious look the greenette was giving him. “Good, puppy.” Tsuki hummed before stretching his arms behind him for support and using those leg muscles to slam up into his Yams at an absolutely unforgiving pace.

Yamaguchi almost collapsed onto the blonde’s chest as his eyes rolled back and he moaned. The position gave the blonde just the right angle and had Yams rambling absolute nonsense. 

“Tsuki~ Oh my god fucking shit! There! Yesss~ Tsukiiii~ AHhhhh! More~ Please~! Wreck me master, please! AhhhhHhhhh~”

Yamaguchi was squeezing his cock perfectly, making Tsukishima groan as he sped up the pace, nearing his release. “Fuck Yams…”

“Tsuki~ Please I’m so close! Please let me cum! Please Tsuki please~!”

Tsukishima growled, shifting just enough to allow him to grab the ring of Yams’ collar and pull him down to glare him in the eyes. “You will not cum until after I do. Only when that perky ass of yours is nice and full are you allowed to cum. Understand?” 

Yamaguchi moaned, nodding quickly. “Yes, master.”

Tsuki let go of Yams’ collar, quickly putting his arm down so he didn’t fall. “Good boy.”

Yams moaned at the praise, squeezing around Tsuki again and making the blonde curse as he sped up his admittedly staggered pace. 

Lucky for Yams, Tsuki wasn’t far either, a few more hard thrust making his arms give out as he fell to the bed when he came hard in the greenette, grabbing Yams’ hips so neither got hurt when he went down.

Yamaguchi moaned loudly at the feeling of being filled, his own cock dripping, but managing to hold off his own orgasm until Tsuki gave him permission.

Tsukishima laid on the bed, panting and dazed, but came back to himself a bit when he heard a desperate whimper above him. “Shit, sorry, baby.” He cursed, as he wrapped his hand around Yamaguchi’s neglected cock. “Whenever you’re ready, Yams.” 

Tsuki’s permission was all it took before Yamaguchi was cumming across the blonde’s chest, some making it to his chin as he stroked the greenette through his orgasm.

If Tsukishima hadn’t had the foresight to place a hand on Yamaguchi’s shoulder, he would’ve immediately collapsed right into his own mess, but instead was left to just smile at Tsukishima sappily as he panted.

Tsukishima smiled softly up at Yams. “Better, Yams?”

Yamaguchi nodded, sleepily. “Thank you, Tsuki.”

“Anytime, Yams. Now let’s get you into the bath shall we?” The blonde hummed as he slowly helped Yams off of him.

Yamaguchi whined out of overstimulation, before curling into Tsukishima’s side when he was set down. “Noooo~. Cuddle now, bath later.”

“Yams, your cum is literally on my chin and chest and mine is in your ass . This is not up for negotiation.” Tsukishima sighed, petting the other’s green locks.

Yams looked up at him with puppy dog eyes and Tsuki sighed again. “I’ll take the bath with you and we can cuddle in the tub. Sound good?”

Yamaguchi grinned now, nodding. “Thank you, Tsuki!”

Tsukishima just rolled his eyes, but Yams caught the smile. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Come on. Can you stand?”

Yamaguchi waited until Tsukishima stood up before trying to do the same only for his legs to wobble and straight up give out when he tried to take a step. “That would be a no.” 

Tsukishima caught him when he started falling. “No shit. Come here.” He huffed as he awkwardly slung Yamaguchi’s arm over his shoulder, knowing Yams was still too tall for him to carry. 

“Thank you, Tsuki~” Yams smiled into the blonde’s neck, giggling when Tsuki’s ears turned pink.

“Whatever.” The blonde huffed. “Bath Time.”

“I love you, Tsuki.”

“Love you too, Yams.” The blonde responded without hesitation, smiling softly. That was a fact he couldn’t hide if he tried. Not that he’d ever want to.

30 sth successful in life yamaguchi wakes up in his old bedroom before his younger self walks in and the younger starts freaking out.

It was obvious he was crying, the poor 6 y/o kid had scratches all over his arms, tadashi knows very well what was going on during this Time After he calmed his younger self down, he hugged him close before getting the first aid kit he always keeps in the room hidden from his parents to not scare them and started patching up the wounds.

"So what happened?"

"Nothing,"

"Im not mom or dad. Im you, ill probablyRemember when was that exactly if you told me,"

"I- i just wanted to play in the playground," the kid said, voice shaking trying to control the tears.

"Oh that sucks,"

"And im too small to make them back off. Why am i too small? i hate myself,"

"You are still growing," itBroke tadashi's heart. He knows oh too well what he feels, it was his own feelings, small tiny and easy to bully with no friends.

"You are still growing and one day you will be big and strong and have friends!!"

"I don't think so,"

"Just you wait, it gets better i promise,"He doesn't think he can tell him how it gets better or his future, but he also knows he can give that kid a hug. A much needed tight hug to his younger self, a hug he also needed when he was young.

Then he woke up. He couldn't argue it was a dream, but it also felt too realBut even if he didn't actually hug his younger self, he manged to hug his inner child.

He opens his eyes, stars at the ceiling with teary eyes.

"Shit, are you ok babe?!" Kei asks, he always wakes up before him.

"I- i never been better actually,"

//fin

he fell.

And i fell in love 😉 (ts).

yams!

me: Yamaguchi would never confess to Tsukishima, it would have to be the other way around.

my sister: doubt

me: i’m not saying that Yamaguchi would never realize Tsukishima likes him, I’m saying that if he did, he would be like “Tsukki needs to man up and confess”

my sister: FAIR

I have been reading a bit on the OTW elections and the whole Tiffany G thing, but most of all, I've been reading comments from people supporting Tiffany saying that she just wants to clear AO3 from all the CP (child pornography) content and I don't know who needs to hear this but:

If someone comes to a predominantly QUEER space (like AO3) and tells you that censorship is necessary to eradicate CP... it's not actually CP they want to eradicate...

I've seen this type of discourse about Pride and about queer literature and queer movies and queer communities. It's a tried and true technique of the right and conservative movements.

First, they say there is a DANGER to the community through CP and they conflate the actual threat of CP in the community (we all know someone who thinks that writing a love story between two characters who are 16 is CP...), and make you believe that censorship is the only way to PROTECT THE CHILDREN. And since most people are (rightly) mind-bogled at having to explain that of course they don't support CP content, they bow down and accept the censorship for the greater good, without anyone actually trying to have a conversation about what qualifies as CP (which needs to, you know, actually involve real children and not fictional characters who are 17 and losing their virginity with their crush in a Mature-rated story about high school football and first love based on the author's own experience of losing their virginity at 17 to their crush in high school).

Then, they tell you that there are other forms of DISTURBING CONTENT, and what they really mean is porn that THEY find disturbing, for ex, (and I kid you not, I have seen comments like that) porn featuring disabled characters, which they consider to encourage the exploitation of vulnerable individuals, or BDSM porn (which supposedly encourages violence and lack of consent), or rough p*rn, or any kind of porn that isn't two (preferably white and skinny) able-bodied people doing it missionary style while lovingly gazing in each other's eyes. SO TO PROTECT VIEWERS, that needs to be banned as well.

And then, they tell you that even that sanitized version of porn is still porn and that people under 18 or under 21 or under whatever age they consider too young to view anything sexual regardless of the fact that not all countries have the same law about the age of maturity, should be free to surf the site without having to *gasp* filter out properly tagged works. So TO PROTECT THE CHILDREN, every explicit content is censored.

And then finally, when all that is left is a sanitized, white-washed, ableist, puritan type of content featuring General-Audience approved gay works of two nice men or two nice women holding hands and chastely kissing each other on the lips... Well guess what? :) CHILDREN SHOULD NOT BE EXPOSED TO QUEER CONTENT SO WE NEED TO BAN THAT AS WELL, and since we've basically done purge after purge before and there are still a handful of people on the website, well surely they won't mind/care anymore, will they?

It's not just a slippery slope, it's something that has been done time and again, and that is why censorship on AO3 will never, never have a positive outcome.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

"Shut up, yamaguchi."

"Sorry, tsukki!"

but make it drunk because they need to relax after a long week at work 😭😭

nothing abt this makes me feel okay and normal inside

yamaguchi: Tsukki and i got married!!

kageyama: don’t share your personal problems with everyone.

tsukishima: i told you not to wear it in the shower

yamaguchi, cradling a soggy burger king crown: i don’t need a lecture right now, tsukki

have i read this chapter before. yes. did i physically throw my phone off the bed when i read this. i think you know the answer.

Okay first time using Tumblr to post my Art so please bear with me while I try and figure out how this app works 😅😅

In the meanwhile, please enjoy an old fanart I made for Haikyuu!!

Part 2 of this fantasy AU Tsukkiyama !! Grown up Tadashi is a lot less wobbly- he’s taller than Tsukki with his antlers >:0 and a scout for his village !! Plot-wise, they get separated as kids when the fauns move deeper into the forest, and don’t find each other again until Kei is reluctantly Questing with Kagehina and stumbles into faun territory by mistake :O

I LOVE playing with seasonal animal traits! Tadashi’s design is based on Sika Deer, who shed their antlers and have spotty coats!!