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#kageyama imagine
lumiinix · 2 years
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Girls drool over him at the beach, giggling and ogling at the sight of his toned biceps and hard abs, they all began to bashed their eyelashes and swirl their hair, hoping to get his attention only to get visibly disappointed when he only walks pass them, didn’t even spare them a glance as he walks up to you, giving you a kiss on the lips when you tipped toed at him. He didn’t even notice these girls where looking at him when he only has eyes for you.
- Hinata, Kageyama, Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Ushijima, Suna (he doesn’t care), Komori, Hoshiumi.
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A.N: Imma just proofread this later (maybe)
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mymegumi · 3 months
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PRETTY BOY MANICURES ෆ KAGEYAMA TOBIO
⠀ note: don’t look at me idk
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kageyama’s really trying not to flinch—he is.
it’s just that his hands are extremely sensitive and you’re handling them so gently that it’s a bit like sensory overload for him—the feeling of your skin on his, the way you’re carefully holding his fingers as if they’re delicate, and the intensity of your gaze on your task. it’s both physically too much for him, and emotionally it’s a lot to handle as well.
his hands are his pride and joy, they’re what help him further his volleyball career and he’s always taken really good care of them. some might even say he’s focused too much on taking care of his hands, but he’s never even regarded opinions he deems unworthy to have any sort of weight to his life.
when you asked if you could paint his fingernails, he adamantly refused. he had volleyball to worry about, and while the polish wasn’t directly on his fingers, he was worried they might upset his carefully measured equilibrium. you’d been a bit downtrodden, but you’d understood and he’d loved you all the more for it. so, when it was summer vacation and he was technically in off-season and the matches were fewer and far between, when you asked him again, he’d agreed.
which is how he finds himself with you sitting across from him, holding up two small bottles of nail polish in one hand—one black and one white—with your other hand carefully inspecting his hands.
“which color?” you ask, shaking both of the bottles in front of his face. he’d already done his normal routine to file them down and trim the excess nail length, but you’d been happy to sit behind him and rest your chin on his shoulder to watch.
he shrugs. “i don’t care.”
“okay, well you have to pick one.” you combat, holding the bottles closer to his face and making him lean back slightly with a very slight smile. if you were anyone else, he’d have already changed his mind on this.
“i don’t really care. pick what you want.” he insists, hand resting on top of the both of yours to lower them out of his field of view. he hated when you blocked him from looking at you, even unintentionally.
you huff, leaning back away from him but back in again, as if you couldn’t stand to be even a foot apart from him. “but what if you hate the color i pick?”
“you picked it, so i couldn’t hate it.” he says, and he means every word of it. just the sight of it would remind him of you, so it’s not as if it’d be a bad choice all together.
“sweet talker.”
he furrows his brows together. “no, i’m being honest.” he’s been working hard on his honesty and candidacy on the court, so it’s been reflecting back a bit in his personal life as well.
“i know you are.” you smile, uncapping the black nail polish and holding his thumb steady in your hand. “makes you even sweeter.”
then, you stop talking for a bit, focused on making sure none of the nail polish ends up on his cuticles, and if it does, scraping it away with your own nail. you’re slow, steady, and methodical with your movements and kageyama is, for all intents and purposes, mesmerized by you.
there’s a sort of gracefulness to what you’re doing that he’s never really considered before—the movements to know how to manipulate the paint and then also how to make it lay flat.
he likes watching you concentrate because you’re sticking your tongue out and he thinks it’s adorable that you do that. it might be unconscious, just like when you open your mouth into a cute little ‘o’ shape when you put on your makeup, but he kinda wants to let you do his nails more if he can see it again. he likes watching you, because he finds that he’s always discovering something new about you. something that makes him fall harder and harder every time.
it takes time, doing his nails, and when he thought you were done, nails completely saturated in black paint and a look of accomplishment on your face, he’d wanted to move to hug you.
“hey!” you cry, hands reaching out to grab his wrists suddenly. “you have to let it dry, tobio.”
“how long will that take?” it’s been twenty minutes since he got to hold you and he’d getting antsy.
you think for a second. “probably five minutes, to make sure the coat is dry, but then i have to add the second coat, and then the top layer.”
he furrows his brow. maybe he hadn’t thought this plan through at all.
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emmyrosee · 1 year
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hello🤍 i really love and appreciate your work! hope you’re doing well✨
can i request kageyama tobio or todoroki shoto when they want the attention or anything on your mind about them?🥹 THANK YOU SO MUCH🥹🤍
NO BC LIKE I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THEM MORE FRFR 🥺🧡
Here’s a Kageyama piece bc I don’t have any for him yet and he deserves it
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Tobio doesn’t always demand your attention.
9 times out of 10, he’s completely self sufficient, being the supplier to affections you need, rather than demanding yours.
And sure, he’s not made of stone, holding your hand is one of life’s greatest pleasures. Kissing you on the cheek while you look over the takeout menu is exactly what the doctor orders.
But sometimes? The 1 time out of 10?
You really just wanna make him work for it.
You’ll always give him the luxury of never having to plead for you attention, and you indulge him in your affections without making him writhe.
Today. Today? Today is not one of those days.
Because today, even though he’s had this plan with Ushijima for the past three weeks to hang out and practice just the two of them, you woke up overly playful.
You wanted to make him squirm juuuuust a hair.
He seemed mindless to it, not thinking twice about the way you duck from his holds or reach away from his hand. It's alright. You've got all the time in the world to annoy him before and after he hangs out with his friend.
But, not-so surprisingly, it comes to a head when you're avoiding his kisses goodbye. This, he's forced to notice, when you turn your head just slightly when he leans over to kiss before he leaves.
His lips get a mouthful of forehead.
Pouting, he pulls back at you with a glare of betrayal, brows furrowed slightly. You snort softly, “what’re you lookin’ at?”
“Why’d you turn your head?” He grumbles, tightening his grip on your hips. Then, his brows shoot up, “is it my breath?” He uses on of his hands to huff and sniff his breath, but he seems to be confused when the smell is normal. “Why didn’t you want to kiss me?”
“What do you mean?” You hum, your arms looping around his neck. “Of course I want to kiss you. I always want to kiss you.”
He looks at you, suspicious, but he does lean down to try and kiss you again, whining out in annoyance when his lips press to your eyebrow. “Come on!”
“What!”
“I want a kiss!” He grumbles, fingers slipping into the waistband of your pants and gently tugging you closer, his refusal to leave without a kiss evident. “Is this because I’m hanging out with Ushijima today? Because I can cancel, I know he’d be just fine with it-“
“Why do you think that? And why would I mind that you’re hanging out with Ushijima? I like Ushijima.”
“I don’t know, you ask your lips!” He snaps, and just as you go to open your mouth to speak, he tugs you closer again, this time, catching you in a dominating kiss that has you giggling into his mouth. His hands come up to cup your cheeks, keeping you close as your teeth start to clack against each other from your laughter and his determination.
“Tobio!” You manage to squeak out, finally parting from him with a dopey smile. Your fingers hook in the collar of his shirt, and he uses one of his free hands to wipe your bottom lip.
“You play around too much,” he murmurs, voice in a rasp from the prior affection. “Why can’t you just love me?”
“EXCUSE ME?” You gasp in outrage, and as he fights back the smirk on his lips, you tug his collar promptly, “I literally love you more than life itself, don’t even try it.”
“You’re the one who refused to kiss me first!” He scoffed, leaning in for another and smiling against your lips when you don’t pull away. “Had to provoke me and shit. Hate it. Just kiss me when I lean in, damn.”
“You will live if I don’t give into your kisses whenever you demand,” you tease, leaning up to him to sink your teeth into his lip, which, even though he gives you an annoyed look, he absolutely pursed out for you to nip. “Now go. Don’t keep your friend waiting. Scram.”
He groans dramatically, "there you go. Trying to get rid of me again." You smack his chest, and he chuckles as he stills your hands. This time, he leans forward for a kiss, and you comply, moving your arms to wrap around his neck. This one is a lot more gentle, paced and familiar, it takes your breath away and you mewl happily into his mouth. In an act of dominance, his massive paws come up to grip the hair at the nape of your neck, and you whimper softly.
He pulls away with a pant, "I fucking love you."
"That's nice," you smile, fighting the laughter that wants to spill from your lips when he looks completely unamused to your next act of rebellion.
"I'll leave you for Ushijima, I swear to god, asshole."
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utahimeow · 1 year
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ooo for the character + kink thing
tobio and dry humping (is that a kink? idk but here's what I ask you to consider: my kink is men being so desperate to have you that they don't need to be inside you to cum)
cw — nsfw content minors dni. smut, fluff, f!reader, slight intoxication, dry humping
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tobio’s always been a little smitten with you. not that he’d ever be able to tell you– although, with the alcohol making his head a little fuzzier than normal, the timidness that constantly weighs on his shoulders feels a little lighter.
you’re sat next to him on your couch, giggling to yourself, courtesy of the one glass of wine too many you’d had. tobio wasn’t supposed to be drinking, what with his strict pro-athlete diet and all, but something about you made it hard for him to say. all it takes is the flutter of your eyelashes and he’s a goner.
you turn to him, all dazed, eyes twinkling. “you’re pretty, tobi.”
it’s true. he’s one of the prettiest boys you’ve ever seen.
his cheeks turn red and it’s not from the wine. “you’re prettier.”
“no, you are.”
he runs a hand over his face, chuckling and oh, he’s so cruel.
“you’re being gross,” he says, but his grin gives him away.
“i’ll shut up if you kiss me.”
he blinks at you. his grin fades, but it’s only replaced with an expression of pure wonder. he thinks he’s dreaming– his ears must be tricking him, right? maybe not–
you’re leaning towards him. suddenly tobio is completely sober, and when your lips meet his he swear his soul leaves his body. it takes him a moment to kiss you back, his heart beating out of his chest, and then another moment passes and his tongue is lapping into your mouth and you’re in his lap.
a moan slips out of your throat before you can help it. you pull away, a sudden timidness creeping up your spine, made worse by the string of spit that connects your mouth with the boy’s. you open your mouth to apologise, only to be cut off by tobio’s kiss once more.
giant hands trace along your shoulders, then down your back, sending goosebumps over your entire body. at last they settle on your hips, pressing you closer to him, and that’s when you feel it– his erection straining against his jeans, poking at your thighs.
in an instant, your hips, with a mind of their own, begin to move. it’s gentle at first, a slow rocking back and forth against his crotch.
when they pick up their pace a little however, when you start to fall into a (sloppy) rhythm, tobio’s breath hitches in his throat. his hands travel under your shirt, desperate for his fingers to sink into flesh not fabric.
your lips, swollen and slick with spit, move down tobio’s jaw, hungry for the taste of his neck.
“oh, f-fuck,” he breathes as your teeth nip at his skin and your tongue swirls over the mark, all while your clothed cunt grinds against his restricted cock. he’s even more lightheaded than before, the pleasure melting his brain more and more with every roll of your hips.
his head falls against the back of the couch, letting you rut into his lap as his eyes fall shut and his mouth drops. there’s electricity in his veins– everything feels intensified, not just from the alcohol but from the fact that it’s you. you, who tobio thinks of when his hand pumps at his cock and who he imagines holding late at night and playing with your hair until you fall asleep and who he wants so badly to kiss all the time whenever he wants.
he has you now. and it’s better than he could have ever imagined.
just the thought is enough to send him over the edge. he spills into his boxers in hot, white spurts, his hips twitching and jerking into yours as he sighs out the prettiest moan you’ve ever heard in your entire life.
he gazes at you, eyes fuzzy and half-lidded and filled with an affection unlike anything you’ve seen from him, and he also looks so cute that you can’t resist kissing him.
“th-thank you,” he whispers, his breath still ragged.
you giggle once more, amazed at how his politeness remains even after you’ve made him cum in his pants.
“you’re too cute, tobi,” you say with a peck to his lips.
“and you’re pretty.”
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dumbkiri · 2 months
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hi!! how are you? i hope you are having a lovely day and staying hydrated.
i just would like to request a tobio x fem!reader where reader is the younger sister of oikawa and because of the "bad blood" between the two, she gets tired and lectures them about how they should stop their petty fight and, at least, be civilized with each other. (though oikawa is mainly the petty one 😂)
it's a bit messy, so it's okay if you don't decide it or completely change the plot.
btw, i absolutely love your fics!!! and i definitely am a fan of yours!!!
𝐁𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐬
ᴋᴀɢᴇʏᴀᴍᴀ ᴛᴏʙɪᴏ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
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The Karasuno Boys volleyball team were excited to be invited to the Karasuno’s Girls volleyball tournament. The tournament was called ‘Spring Days’, it was showcasing the popular teams of Japan and they couldn't wait to see all the cute girls there.
Then they were all smacked in the face when Kageyama offhandedly said that he wouldn’t be there to support the Karasuno girls. 
“What do you mean you’re not going to support them! They always support us!” Hinata shouted at his grumpy teammate. The orange haired male was currently shaking the life out of Kageyama. 
Then Kageyama scowled and began wrestling Hinata as he said, “Because I would be betraying someone important to me. She plays for Shiratorizawa.” 
“Eh?” Hinata stopped shaking Kageyama and just stared at him blankly while being held in a chokehold by said male. Then he whispered so the rest of the boys practicing wouldn’t hear them, “Someone important? Like a girlfriend?” 
“Is that a problem?” Kageyama casually asked, pushing Hinata away. He picked up his drink and started gulping down the water in his plastic bottle. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and shrugged his shoulders, “It’s a good thing I get a free ride there, but don’t expect me to cheer for our school.” 
“We are there to support our team, Kageyama,” Sawamura crossed his arms over his chest and glared down at the young teen with his dad stare, “And if I don’t hear you cheer for them, you will not set for two games- no three games.” 
Kageyama deflated and looked off to the side in thought. You would understand the punishment he was getting and would want him to do what’s best for him. But your attitude was going to be different during the game. “Fine, but if our school faces Shiratorizawa, you’re gonna wish I cheered for her instead.” 
The boys watched as the volleyball nerd went over to the net getting ready to practice some sets. They had no idea what he meant by that and left to join him for practice. 
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Saturday came quicker than the boys anticipated, nonetheless they sported the Karasuno jackets and walked into the large stadium with giant smiles on their faces. They all loved the feeling they got walking up to the court, so sometimes it was weird for them to be watching and being the supporting students. 
Kageyama was glued to his phone, messaging his girlfriend non-stop. Hinata would definitely peek over Kageyama’s shoulder, but he would always be pushed away with a hand in front of his face. The boys were seated in the first row and had an amazing view of the court. 
Kageyama was doing perfectly fine until he heard his rival speaking from afar. “Ah, the poor little trashy crows have to play against my amazing little sister. I can only imagine how giant the point difference is going to be.” 
Kageyama looked to his left to see two empty seats. That was until that annoying voice still praising his sister got closer. His dark blue eyes looked up to see brown ones glaring at him. Then another male popped up from behind the curly brown haired person.
 “Ah, Kageyama, you’re here to support [Name] as well?” Iwaizumi asked, walking in front of Oikawa and greeting the stumped black haired male. 
Kageyama bowed his head then said, “No, I’m not allowed to cheer for her or else I won’t be a setter for three games.” 
Iwaizumi sat down next to him and chuckled, “I get it and I’m sure she would as well. Did you tell her?” The older teen got comfortable and looked at his old teammate. 
“I’m afraid she’s going to give the Karasuno girls a hard time if I did,” Kageyama admitted with his eyes directed hard at the ground. 
A loud laugh caught their attention and Oikawa leaned back into his seat with a smug smile on his face. “[Name] is so going to crush your trashy team solo! If I were you, I would tell your other halves to forfeit now.” 
Iwaizumi elbowed Oikawa’s rib cage causing the male to lurch forward with a holler. Before Kageyama could agree with his rival, his loud teammates came into the picture with heated glares, “What makes your snotty sister so special, huh?” Tanaka shouted while Nishinoya stood behind him with a fist in the air, “Ten bucks, our team does the crushing instead!” 
“Deal!” Oikawa shouted back with one hand holding his side while Iwaizumi shook his head from the lack of awareness these idiots had. The usually grumpy male leaned over to Kageyama and whispered, “You do know that your team is going to make trashykawa super rich after this game?” 
Kageyama crossed his arms over his chest and grumbled back, “I tried to warn them.” 
“Welcome all to the Spring Days tournament where talented ladies from all over Japan showcase their volleyball skills.” 
The female announcer excitedly proclaimed in her microphone. The males couldn’t focus on what she was saying because a new group arrived behind them and this group wasn’t going to go unnoticed. 
“Oh my, is that Oikawa Tooru? The big brother of our baby eagle, [Name]?” 
Kageyama peeked a glance at his rival and saw the instant disgust on the male’s face which caused a bit of happiness to appear on his own face. Kageyama thought this was a perfect karma moment for the smug male. 
“You do well to address my little sister by her last name. Just because she trains with that guy, doesn’t mean you cannot show her or myself some respect!” Oikawa pointed at a very tall third year student. 
Ushijima looked down at Oikawa with his eyes and stated, “Your sister likes the nickname the team gave her and she has all our respect because of her skills. At least she took my advice to join the girls team at Shiratorizawa unlike you. She’s being nurtured if that’s what you care about.” 
“Don’t word it like that, it makes you sound like a pervert! Also that’s because I don’t want to be your teammate! You’re the one that brainwashed my poor sister! I should have persuaded her to spend her time elsewhere!” 
“What, like Karasuno?” Tendou snidely said with a snicker. 
Kageyama could feel the tension from his captain and vice captain as Daichi spoke up with a fake smile on his face. The third year Karasuno male turned around and asked Tendou with that cheap smile, “Something wrong with Karasuno?”
Tendou hummed and shrugged his shoulders, “Ehh~ You don’t really see people with skill choose Karasuno unless they’re rejects,” He looked at the back of Kageyama’s head, “Or useless dreamers.” He stared at the rest owlishly. 
“That’s enough out of your mouth,” Semi joined in and told everyone to focus on the game which is about to start. Everyone had their feathers ruffled up in some way and it was because of their snide remarks to one another. 
“For our first game, we have Karasuno vs Shiratorizawa! Please welcome them to the court!” 
Kageyama pulled out his backpack from under his chair and everyone looked at him suspiciously. He didn’t pay attention to their questioning glares as his eyes were on a girl who looked around the arena for him. Of course, your knees were not covered by your usual white and purple knee pads. 
It only took another minute for you to find him and you ran over to the stands with a giant grin on your face.
 “Tobio, thank you so much for bringing them! I forgot I left them at your place!” You huffed out and sat down in front of his backpack digging in it without any permission. You found your knee pads and took them out with a sigh of relief. “You just saved me from running ten laps back home.” 
“It’s no problem at all,” Kageyama responded with a gentle smile on his face as he admired your look. The rest of his teammates were baffled by the look of his face and how pretty you were. You seemed kind, way kinder than your older brother. 
You slipped your knee pads over your shoes and comfortably on your knees. You looked up at Tobio and blushed at the soft look he was giving you, but you could tell he wanted to tell you something. “Is something wrong, Tobio?” 
“Yes!” Your brother shouted standing up from the bleachers, “He’s not going to cheer for you! But don’t worry, you have me!” 
“And us!” Tendou shouted from a row behind. You laughed and pushed yourself up from the floor. You weren’t going to tell them that you didn’t notice them because of your attention to your boyfriend. 
“Is there a reason why you’re not going to cheer for me, Tobio?” You asked with a pout on your face and he stood up immediately to comfort you. You loved this about him, he was pretty shy, but he made sure to keep you happy. 
He looked at his team then to you and explained, “They didn’t believe me when I said that my girlfriend plays for Shiratorizawa and said that if I didn’t cheer for the Karasuno girls then I wouldn’t set for three games.” 
You laughed and gave Kageyama a quick hug pushing him gently back onto his seat, “Eh, don’t worry Tobio. I was just teasing you. I know I will always have your support! Anyways, what’s the bet?” 
“You know about the bet?” Hinata questioned bewildered by your psychic abilities and you scoffed with a smirk on your face as you gestured over to your older brother, “Please, if my brother doesn’t force someone to bet on my skills then he’s not my Tooru.” 
“We bet ten dollars,” Oikawa said and leaned back while Iwaizumi shook his head in exaggeration. 
Then you rolled your eyes and fixed your knee pads a bit while saying, “I would have gone higher, older brother. But that’s okay, I hope to see you all in the finals.” You winked at Kageyama and shouted over your shoulder as you walked away, “I better not hear the both of you talking smack to one another. It throws me off my game!” 
Oikawa sat back in his spot and glared at Kageyama, “Why were her knee pads at your place?”
Kageyama shrugged his shoulders and zipped up his bag. The words from you not even seconds ago being forgotten because of a cruel idea in his head. He was tired of Oikawa and this was for sure going to get him riled up.
Kageyama turned his head and smirked at Oikawa, “Maybe because she spends most of her time on her knees.” 
“I dare you to say that again!” Oikawa shouted while being held back by Iwaizumi who had to hide his blush from his former teammate. He wasn't expecting Kageyama to be that bold!
“I meant what I said!” You shouted, giving a glare at your rambunctious brother.
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Thank you for your support and I hope this was a fun read for you because I had fun writing it!!
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priniya · 1 year
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SENTIMENTAL !
no one expectes to meet a girl claiming, she’s a girlfriend of infamous setter from karasuno, a bag full of containers with cinnamon rolls, and strawberries.
notes: kageyama tobio x reader. second year!kageyama, baker!reader. teeth rotting fluff. word count: 0.8k
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“what?” a bald boy inquired, his eyes scanning your posture with a terrifying smirk on his face. he leaned his back onto the doorframe, letting out a chuckle. “kageyama, someone who claims to be your girlfriend is here!”
you knitted your eyebrows together upon hearing his laughter, gripping the bag’s handle tighter, waiting for the dark-haired boy to show up at the entrance to the gymnasium. you’ve spent the entire of last night trying to master your recipe of cinammon rolls, so you could give them later to tobio as a small gift.
you two were still in that phase of your relationship, when you both needed the reassurance, as if it seemed impossible for any of you to have a significant other. and to be honest — you loved showering your boyfriend with little presents, that — you truly wished — would look at them later, in his twenties maybe, and remember you well.
you wished you could capture the moment, when he noticed you standing outside, a spark lit up in his eyes as you placed a peck on his cheeks, before it tinted pinkish. “y/n- hey, what you’re doing here? i thought you had the club meeting.” you beamed at the sound of your name in his mouth, shrugging prior.
“it was rescheduled, you know.” you tilted your head to the side, feeling how fluffy your knees are getting with each second he looked at you so intensely. “and you said you forgot your lunch, so i brought you something i wanted to give you later.” you handed him the bag.
“cinnamon rolls?” he looked down, biting back a smile prior to averting his gaze to you, heart fireworks blew up in his eyes. “gosh, i love you. thank you so much.” before you could react to the confession, he kissed you, — which you didn’t expect at all, since his teammates were around — placing a hand on the back of your neck.
“l/n-san!” a certain redhead called out from the depths of the hall. “you should definitely go out with us after the practice! we were supposed to get some rice cakes and onigiris at ukai’s.” hinata jumped right next to you, making your boyfriend pull away awkwardly.
“i’ll agree with the shrimp, there should be at least three intelligents there or we all get mad.” a boy from your homeroom spoke out, taking a place next to the bald guy. “you should come with us, really.” tadashi, another boy from your class, chimed in.
“i mean, i don’t wanna interrupt—” you began, looking at the dark-haired boy. “it’s okay baby, you should go, if you want and have enough time, of course.” he muttered so quietly, you were the only one able to hear him, at least you thought so.
he got so incredibly handsome over the year that keeping your eyes off him was even harder than at the beginning. his hair a little longer than usual, with his amazing hairstyling skills (you had to teach him how to style his hair properly), the smile he would always send you, whenever you caught eye contact, got even more… ethereal.
before you could even realize, you ended up at your house (since it was the closest to ukai’s store), watching horror on the couch. tobio’s hands clutching you in a hug, nishinoya, and tanaka hugging each other eagerly, hinata sat on the carpet, laughing out loud whenever yamaguchi, narita and kinoshita flinched. the others just simply laughed along with shoyo.
“you should try some of the pastries and cinnamon rolls i’ve made for tobi.” you smiled, looking at the boys who reciprocated your smile. “they’re delicious.” tobio commented, making himself comfortable on the couch. “shut up, they’re decent, not poisoned or anything, but decent.”
“you guys shouldn’t really listen to her, mrs. l/n has a bakery, and she thinks that her baking isn’t as good as her mom’s.” he tilted his head to the side, sending you the most precious smile you’ve ever seen.
you loved how confident he grew to be, you adored his outgoing self, how openly he acted around his close friends. you like to believe you were one of the main reasons for his change, since you really liked to drag him with you to some family events, knowing god damn well that there would be lots of people your age.
“your mom has a bakery? we have to go there sometime!” hinata exclaimed happily, turning his head towards you prior to snatching a warm cinammon roll from the plate.
“god, l/n.” tsukishima looked at you, his eyes growing wider. “they are delicious.”
when the movie marathon finally came to an end, you plopped on the seat closest to your boyfriend, who immediately showered you with kisses. “gosh, you don’t even know how much i love you, y/n/n.”
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moonswolfie · 5 months
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okay so - this is my first time ever making a request and idk if i‘m sending it the right way but idc but okay so 🤞🏻
I‘m requesting number 30 or js the last one with kageyama, and it‘s like you two are going home (not together, you two js share the same way back home) when it suddenly starts raining and at a traffic light he says his lil thingy 🤌
would be so so so so cool if you‘d do this and I rly would appreciate it! 💕 (btw love your blog🫶)
Kageyama x gn!reader
HI THERE!! idk why i just felt like greeting you excitedly. I'm proud that i'm the first ever req receiver of yours😤
I'm actually glad that you're giving me a bit of direction here, I'm always worried that my request went in a way that the person requesting doesn't want it to go😭😭
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Today was a beautiful sunny day. I say was because the sky is currently colored a deep gray.
Somehow, that puts you in a gloomy mood too. Especially because you're anticipating the mountain of math homework the teacher dropped upon your class.
You sighed, contuing to walk home. None of your friends live in the same direction as you or simply have a quicker path to their home, so you have no one to complain to about it.
You stopped at the traffic light alongside some other people, waiting for the light to turn green when you felt a droplet of rain fall on your head.
And then another. And another.
Oh great, and it had to start raining too. You didn't check the weather report today so you didn't have the foresight to bring an umbrella with you.
You sighed again, already dreading how cold and icky you're going to feel soon. A significant amount already fell on you at that point.
Suddenly, you saw a hand holding an umbrella next to you, and the rain stopped hitting your head and shoulders.
"You forgot your umbrella... Right?" your gaze moved up the arm holding the umbrella to find your classmate, Kageyama Tobio looking at you. This is a little strange and unexpected, but not unwelcome by any means. It's always better to arrive home dry, after all.
You nodded in response, silently thanking him. The traffic light finally turned green, and the two of you continued on your path home. Now that you think about it, you've always shared a path home with Kageyama.
It's a bit of a shame you two have barely interacted throughout the school year.
But now, when walking home under the same umbrella, you can't help but wonder why he would even do this. You're just one of his classmates he barely talks to, after all.
"Stop staring." his voice snapped you out of your thoughts, only now realising you were looking at him the entire time. It's a miracle you didn't bump into something yet.
He looked away, but not before you could notice his cheeks turn slightly pink.
You couldn't help but smile a little at that despite his harsh way of warning you.
"Well, here's my home." you pointed to your house, making him stop in his tracks, inspecting the way your house looks. "Thanks again!" you waved back to him with a smile as you walked to the doorway, silently reveling in the way his cheeks turned pink and the way he waved back awkwardly.
Maybe you should start talking to him more.
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malereader-inserts · 2 years
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Taken Man
Fandom: Haikyuu Pairing: Kageyama Tobio x Male!Reader Summary: Kageyama found himself in a predicament, he doesn't know how to say he's a taken man. Word Count: 1,046
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"Whatcha doing?"
You peered over your boyfriend's shoulder to see that he has been added to a groupchat, which was normal, but your eyes widen when you saw the groupchat name. You snorted behind him as Kageyama hides his phone and covers his face in embarrassment.
"You really do have a fan club," You commented loudly, with a jokey tone to your voice as you hear your boyfriend groan.
"Shut up!" Kageyama spoke loudly before throwing a pillow at you, you laugh loudly as you watch your boyfriend faceplant his face into a different pillow.
You managed to swipe his phone from his hand, hastily putting his code in before scrolling through the groupchat. You noticed that it was people that Kageyama told you about, all of the members were volleyball players from his school or a school he had played against.
"Oh, Tobio, please tell me you're not friends with Oikawa-san," You sighed in disappointment, though it was more in a joking matter rather than actual disappointment, as you noticed he still had not moved from his position, "Tobio, honey, you're going to suffocate."
"I don't know why they all like me!" Kageyama spoke muffled, before lifting his head, "They're all weirdly simping over me, it's really uncomfortable."
"Well, have you told them that?"
"No?"
You softly smile at your dimwitted boyfriend before shaking your head in amusement. You plop yourself next to him before passing his phone to him, he takes it back begrudgingly, sighing himself before scrolling through the groupchat.
"Even, Tsukishima is simping over me!" He groans, falling back onto his back, arm spread, "And he hates me! I'm not even that special!"
"You're special to me, Tob."
"Well, yeah! You're the only one who can think that; no one else, that spot is reserved for you!" Tobio continues to moan as you can't help but grin at him, "I don't know how to tell them, I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings."
"But, they're hurting yours."
You rationalised as you swivel round to look at him properly, instead of looking over your shoulder. You lean over to play with his hair, as he lets out a relaxed sigh, before shuffling so you can reach him easily.
"Well, they're hurting your feelings."
"I'm not hurt, I find it funny," You replied back as Kageyama gives you a scowl before you rolled your eyes, "I'm kidding."
"I'm being serious, (Y/n), it'll build up and then you're gonna get hurt in the process, and I don't want that to happen. I care too much for that to happen."
As much as Kageyama appreciate that his friends, teammates and other players admire him in ways he thinks they shouldn't, he just wriggles with displeasure. He wants to make a name for himself, and show others that he's a great volleyball player, not some cute boy that everyone thinks he is. He knows he's so much more than whatever label they want to give him.
Plus, whilst the compliments are nice, he hates the word hot and sexy coming from anyone other than you. He already has his own fan club at school, where most girls stare at him and try to follow him everywhere. He didn't need another with the thing he consider a safe place for him.
"Well, do anyone of these people follow your Instagram?" You wondered out loud.
"Why would that matter?"
"We're not exactly private, Tobio, we post each other as much as we can because well, we can, and if no one follows you then they don't know that you're a taken man and stop the flirting."
"Oh."
"You're really dense, you know," you joked as you throw his phone, landing on his chest.
"How do I send my Instagram?"
"Oh, Tobio," You give him grabby hands as he gives you his phone and let you work your magic before he is handed back his phone.
Suddenly, Kageyama watches how his phone light up with notifications of many people following him on his Instagram. He looks onto the app, watching the influx of followers and likes of posts. He smiles to himself as he goes onto his profile.
You were right, you two weren't exactly private in your relationship.
Most of his posts were candid pictures of you and him together, sure there were the odd pictures of himself, some with his friends, some with his sister. But, primarily it was you all over his profile. Plus, he likes looking at his profile, you taught him how to be aesthetic. And he only posts his favourite pictures of you and him.
One of his favourite pictures of the two of you was a picture taken by his sister, it was technically a recreation picture. You two were napping with each other on the floor with blankets covering your legs, but it was Kageyama pressed against your back with his arm draped over your waist.
When you swipe the post to see the next picture, it was a picture of him and you when you were little, basically in the same position. He can't help but love and cherish the picture. It makes him fall in love with you all over again.
Oikawa boi, is that (L/n)-chan?
Iwazumi lmaoooo love that for you Tobio-kun
Kageyama smiled in satisfaction as the groupchat blows up with how Oikawa and Iwazumi knows of you. He shows you his phone as the two of you watch how the group chat descends into chaos. He had to hold his finger on the screen as the chat was going way too quick to read.
You and he giggle at how everyone was shocked that he had a boyfriend and that they were all suddenly gushing over each post and how both of you were so cute together.
"See, honey, they took it well."
"I'm glad," Kageyama nodded, his shoulders finally relaxing as he happily types something back into the groupchat, then promptly throws his phone away and tackles you into a cuddle, "You know, they're right?"
"How so?"
"You're really hot and we are a very cute couple."
"Shut up!!" You exclaimed, hiding your face as you were flustered and grinning at him, "You're such a sap!"
"A very happy taken sap, (Y/n)!"
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classyinnie · 10 months
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Crocheting w/ Kageyama Tobio.
“This is hopeless.”
Kageyama huffs beside you, struggling to get the crochet hook inside the last stitch.
"We've been at this for an hour. Don’t make the tension of your yarn too tight."
"That's exactly what I've been doing." He eventually gives up, tossing the unfinished beanie in his lap.
You cast a glance at him and snort at the already-forming pout on his lips. His furrowed brows are almost comical.
“Here. Give it to me." You reach for his work and examine the progress he's done. It wasn't bad considering you only started teaching him yesterday. In fact, it was better than your initial progress as a beginner.
“You’ve got the idea of it though, which is good. Just…”
You move closer to him and grab his tucked hands. Suddenly distracted, you trace the bumps and scratches on his smooth skin, admiring how they contrast with the callouses that are forming on his fingertips as a result of years of volleyball practice.
Kageyama has lovely hands. His dedication to the sport never ceases to amaze you. Especially, when you sometimes find him filing and prepping his fingers before a game.
You make him hold the yarn while adjusting its tightness. You demonstrate how to relax his fingers by looping a strand of yarn around his forefinger and guiding him through a few double crochets. Eventually, you let him do it on his own. Often glancing to see if he needs any help.
Kageyama would begrudgingly deny the enjoyment one gets from such a tedious and mind-numbing task at first, but over time, he finds himself relaxing deeper on the couch and even occasionally glancing at the show on the TV.
When he's finished, he'll hand to you his work, a proud expression on his face as he watches you weave in the ends and put the beanie he helped make on his head.
"See, it wasn't so difficult now, was it?"
He fusses over this new achievement, even nodding to himself. "Only when you help."
You try to hide your laugh at the child-like adoration in his eyes.
And now, unbeknownst to him, it has become Kageyama’s favorite afternoon activity with you. He would waddle to the couch in the middle of the afternoon with a hook and yarn from your collection in hand, joining you in your crocheting.
Not only is it therapeutic, but it also gives him a sense of fulfillment to know that he has a part in your favorite little hobby.
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Note: Helloo! It’s been a while :< It’s finally our summer break which means more time to write and go through my drafts woop woop!
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dira333 · 9 months
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“There is no time like Spring, 
When life’s alive in everything, 
Before new nestlings sing, 
Before cleft swallows speed their journey back 
Along the trackless track – 
God guides their wing, 
He spreads their table that they nothing lack, – 
Before the daisy grows a common flower 
Before the sun has power 
To scorch the world up in his noontide hour. “
It’s spring when Kageyama first notices you. 
Your standing up, reading out loud the poem they’re supposed to be studying, a poem he had no clue about until he heard the words spring from your lips. 
Has he ever heard you speak before? Listening to you feels just right, almost like when he’s on court and he just knows where the ball has to go, when his body does exactly as he wishes them to. 
Has he ever seen you before? 
You’re focused as you read, brows furrowed adorably. Suddenly he understands what Nishinoya means when he says that the Karasuno girl uniform is superb. The dark colours make you look like a flower bursting with life. 
But, just like spring, the poem ends. You  sit down again, pretty eyes turned towards your desk and not him who wishes you’d look up.
Has he ever seen you smile before? He can’t imagine what it would look like.
-
It’s spring when he first manages to talk to you. 
He’s a second year now and there are students calling him Senpai. They no longer have Daichi and Sugawara and Asahi on their team and he feels a little helpless about it. But still excited, because who knows how far they’ll come this year? 
And then he sees you at the soda machine, alone for the first time since school started up again and he swallows and swallows and swallows but still managed to croak out a sentence.
“There is no time like Spring.”
“Huh?” You look up at him and his heart stops. Your eyes are so pretty, why are they so pretty? They make him feel helpless and excited at the same time, just like when they played against Ushijima or Inarizaki.
He’s licking his lips helplessly, his mouth drying up the moment you cock your head to the side and blink up at him.
“You’re Kageyama, right? From my Literature class.”
He bows. He bows like an idiot and he feels just like that one time Hinata hit him in the head with his serve, all dizzy and angry at the world, until he hears your laugh, tingling and sweet like birds welcoming spring.
And then he knows your name.
-
It’s spring when he hands you the second button of his uniform. 
You both have already graduated but he was so scared back then, so overwhelmed by the fact that he’s going to leave Miyagi, that Hinata is going to leave Miyagi and where would you go? He doesn’t know.
But you’re grown up now and so is he. But still he’s swallowing, swallowing, swallowing and the only words that make it past his lips are…
“There is no time like spring…” You mumble, words sweet like pollen from your lips, fingertips softer than a petal as they touch his.
You cradle the button to your chest and smile up at him and he was right. Your smile is sweeter than he’d ever been able to imagine.
-
It’s spring when you get married. 
Years have passed since he’s first heard you read that poem out loud but he’s never been able to forget it. 
Sometimes, when he can’t sleep, you read it to him.
When he’s nervous before a game, he recites the phrases he holds most dear.
Now, as you’re standing in front of him, a bouquet of wild flowers clutched in your hands, eyes shining up at him, he’s swallowing, swallowing, swallowing, his hands are shaking as he pulls the paper apart that he doesn’t even need because he knows the words by heart.
His wedding vows aren’t what anyone might expect.
But you know them by heart as well.
“There is no time like spring…”
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(The poem is Spring By Christina Rossetti - for @revasserium)
I apologize for typos or errors, english isn’t my first language
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mattsunism · 1 year
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cant stop thinking about puppy dog kageyama who’s always so eager to please and make sure ur satisfied. like he’ll go down on you multiple times a day just because he loves the way you tighten your thighs around his face every time he gets that one sweet spot of yours and how you taste <3 he gets off on the way you call out his name as you come and he hasnt even TOUCHED himself
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lumiinix · 1 year
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Kageyama who will sumgly wrap his arm around your waiste when you two are near Oikawa and Atsumu, because hey, even if he can’t win them in the setters department, he’ll always win them when it comes to the marriage department.
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REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!
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dabiekql · 6 months
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Wattpad Masterlist
Navigation
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🏐 Haikyuu
Ushijima - Love at First Sight
Akaashi - Emotions
Kita - Reasons Why I Love You
Hanamaki - Love Me, Love Me Not
Atsumu - Suna's Twin
Kuroo - His Kitten
Osamu - New Student in Inarizaki
Kageyama - Karasuno Manager
Suna - Relationship Journey
Iwaizumi - Welcome to Aoba Johsai
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💥 Boku No Hero Academia
Dabi - Seasons
Hawks - Preening
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📀 Backup Imagines
(Even the deleted ones are posted in Wattpad)
Haikyuu Imagines
Jujutsu Kaisen Imagines
Boku No Hero Academia Imagines
Tokyo Revengers Imagines
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Adlers Manager Dating Kageyama
Sorry this is so late, I've had major writers block, and yeah, anyways here we go. This is for the Can I Speak to the Manager? Collab by @momochimo
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He's so quiet, like he just watches you after you come onto the team
He's just trying to figure you out
You always go out of your way to talk to him and ask him how he’s doing, like you’re always waiting at the door to greet him
He always keeps his answers short, not to be rude, but he’s awkward and anxious
He does look forward to talking to you though 
Unrelated, but he has women throwing themselves at him all the time
He's not inexperienced, but he prefers to have a steady relationship
His love language is an act of service and quality time. Like he prefers gestures, like lemon slices in his water, making sure you have his favourite snack in your bag on trips, making sure you have a blanket because he gets cold, his hands especially
He takes time to get used to physical touch, but he prefers small acts of pda, like sharing a jacket pocket or hand on the small of your back
He is definitely caught off guard with his feelings, but literally everyone but you can tell
He courts you before actually dating you
Things like leaving a sandwich in your bag, but not telling you who it’s from
Is super eager to meet and talk to your sibling/family/friends when you bring them to practise, even though he barely talks to you
Offers to stay and help you clean up after
Honestly it takes you a while to figure out that he's courting you, but once you do, you two have a talk
BOOM YOU’RE DATING
Now there aren’t any rules against it, but you two keep on the downlow
They have a game against the Jackals and he's super nervous and excited
From across the court, as the Jackals walk in, Hinata clocks you two
You’re not event standing near each other, he’s warming up, and you’re talking to coach
Like he just yells: “wow Kageyama, your S/O is so nice! Are they getting dinner with us after?”
The whole team just whips their head to Kageyama and is like “huh???? Who????” 
Kageyama blushes and pulls his jersey up to his nose
Hinata, just points and goes: “Your manager over there,” then turns to Kageyama and “Why are they surprised? Do They not know?”
Like cute head tilt
Kageyama is fumbling for an answer when you walk up and place your hand on his back
“Are you okay? You don’t look too well…” Like you don’t fully know what is causing him to look this way
“He’s fine”, Hinata waves off your concern, “Just embarrassed. I’m Hinata, it’s nice to meet his partner. I don’t know how you put up with him.” He paused hearing Meian call him, “I have to go.”
“Nice to meet you! Good luck!” You call after him
“Why didn’t you tell us you were together?” Ushijima asks 
This is why he gets extra attention!” romero yells, you just roll your eyes
“Idk, it’s new to us. And we wanted to make sure that it’s real before we say anything. We also aren’t sure how the pr team will react, so we just haven’t. But this isn’t the time, we talk about this at dinner. Okay?”
There are low hums of begrudging agreement, so you clapped your hands to get them moving
They’re all so focused on the game kageyama in particular has it out for Hinata for outing you two
Adlers ending up winning
After thanking everyone for the game, Kageyama runs up to you
You drop what your doing and he pulls you into a hug
“Tobio, what are you doing?”
“Celebrating.” He says against your lips
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utahimeow · 2 years
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SEX101 — kageyama tobio [lesson 3.]
summary — your virgin best friend asks you to teach him how to have sex.
pairing — kageyama x f!reader
warnings — nsfw content. minors dni. oral (m and f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, possessive reader, fluff
word count — 4.6k
author’s note — it only took three and a half months but the final part is finally here !! hope u enjoy <3
read part one here and part two here!
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When Kageyama texts you that he's on his way to Ayumi's house for the night, you don't respond. In fact you have to throw your phone away from yourself so you don't text him something too spiteful.
What you don't know is that Kageyama is fighting the urge to cancel his date because the only person he wants to see right now is you. He's not sure when the initial spark of excitement about Ayumi faded away when it had only been two weeks since he had even met her, but all that's running through his mind is that it's still not too late and that he still has time to tell her that his brother got in a car accident (he doesn't have a brother).
But Kageyama’s too much of a pussy. ‘How bad could it be, anyway?’ he thinks. Who’s to say it won’t go super well, and he’ll want to see Ayumi again? The poor, unassuming Ayumi, whose face in Kageyama’s mind will undoubtedly be replaced by yours tonight. 
You probably should turn your phone off and watch some show or movie that’ll distract you from thinking about your best friend, but the more reckless part of your brain tells you to pick up your phone and scroll through your social media just in case of something. A text. A call. Whether it’s good or bad. Anything that will feed your restless mind.
Less than an hour after Kageyama’s initial text you get another from him. Manifestation indeed works.
hi. i’m on my way to yours
You frown as you type back to him, overflowing with questions in your thoughts. This can’t be a sign of anything good, but despite that there’s a selfish feeling of excitement looming over you.
okay
are u ok??
yes
Unfortunately the thumbs up emoji he sends is not enough to reassure you.
Kageyama shows up at your house twenty minutes later with an expression that gives no hint to his sudden arrival. There's a small pout on his lips, as is standard for the boy, but other than that, he stares at you blankly. 
"Tobio? What happened?" you ask, beckoning him inside. Ever the mystery, he's quiet as he follows behind you on the way up to your room, a little closer than you expect from him.
This time, he hardly hesitates when he lands on your bed next to you. In fact he sits so close to you that your legs touch, and he doesn't shrivel away at the contact.
"...Things went bad, didn't they?" you ask. Your hand settles on his muscular thigh in a test of waters. Kageyama's shoulders fall in a slow sigh.
"Ayumi told me to leave."
"Why?" you near-shout.
Kageyama swallows hard. He hesitates, eyes flicking up to yours before they drop back down to your hand where your fingers are drawing small shapes against him now.
After a long pause, he finally speaks. "I couldn't get hard."
Your hand stops. You sit up straighter, boring your eyes into his, searching for some sort of hint that he’s kidding. Your jaw drops as you search for something to say–you want to console him but no matter how hard you try you can’t seem to push away the overwhelming rage that stirs within you.
"Are you serious?" you ask, quietly. 
Kageyama nods, shoulders slumped. His irises are dull with shame. Your body starts to boil, and your jaw clenches. The sight of him lights a fire within you, a dark flame of regret that you even let her get the chance to have him. You're half tempted to ask for his phone so you can give the girl a piece of your mind.
You pull yourself out of your spiral though, fingers tenderly lifting Kageyama's head by his chin so that his eyes meet yours. You're almost scared you'll hurt him like this, fingertips just barely brushing over his soft skin.
"You better not be blaming yourself, you hear me?" you say, and despite the demanding nature of your words, you say them softly. "If she really liked you she wouldn’t have had a problem waiting for you."
He nods his head, still pensive, but his features slowly start to fill with a recognisable clarity.
And along with your rage, a sense of pride grows inside you too–it’s the last thing that you should be thinking about, but your kisses worked. Your touches worked. He got hard just from touching your boobs. He lasted as quickly as you wrapped your lips around him. Perhaps you should feel ashamed, the fact that you technically 'ruined' Kageyama's chances with his date. However his ever-intense gaze at you quashes any guilt before it can bloom into anything significant.
You swear there's relief in how he stares at you.
"What's on your mind?" you ask, but you doubt you'll get much of a response. Mostly it's your way of prying at him to show you rather than tell you.
Dark blue eyes flicker from your stare down to your mouth.
"I really want to kiss," he admits quietly, swallowing hard. 
It's so unexpected from him that even your heart leaps and your breath hitches and your head starts to spin a little. From the way his cheeks burn, you think that he didn’t expect it from himself either.
"Then kiss me, Tobio."
And he falls forward into you before your mind can even comprehend what's happening. The breath is knocked out of your lungs, both from the force that he smashes his mouth to yours with and the shock from the entire ordeal that leaves you reeling.
It takes a moment for you to come to your bearings enough to kiss him back. It's hardly enough to keep up with the fervent movement of his lips against yours though. His warm tongue prods at your bottom lip, reserved yet somehow he's simultaneously so demanding. He licks into your mouth like he's hungry, like he's desperate. 
Rough hands make their way to cup your face, drawing you impossibly closer against him. Him being so much larger than you means it takes him hardly any effort to push you gently backwards against the mattress. One hand plants itself beside your head to keep him hovering above your body, the other glued to your jaw while your mouths mingle in a mess of saliva.
Then he’s trailing along your curves with a feather-light touch, ghosting his fingers over your thighs, squeezing gently. Still he touches you with a sweet curiosity because he’s still learning everything about you, but his usual hesitation is replaced with a gentle confidence. It’s a big development from your first lesson (hookup) with him, where he looked as though he was going to pass out when you guided his hand to your body. 
You stuff your hands beneath his sweater so you can shove the article upwards and help him shrug it over his head. His lips land back on yours the moment he’s shirtless, and it can’t be unreasonable for you to mourn the fact that you can’t see his toned abdomen right now. But his kisses are so addicting that it makes your brain fuzzy and your disappointment is soon forgotten.
Right as Kageyama’s fingers dip beneath the elastic of your leggings, you grab his wrist abruptly. 
He looks so frightened that you can’t help but laugh in his face, but at least it assures him that he hadn’t done something wrong.
“Babe,” you start. And the word slips out, but it feels right and yours and Kageyama’s lack of acknowledgement of it indicates everything. “I still owe you from the other night.”
It’s your hand that makes its way south this time. You reach between both your bodies, slyly settling against his clothed crotch. To your lack of surprise, Kageyama is rock hard.
He swallows hard as his eyes grow distant and his gaze becomes concentrated. You’re familiar with this expression. He’s thinking hard. Contemplating. Weighing his options. It’s practically his default expression when he’s playing volleyball.
“Tobio,” you say, interrupting his thoughts. “Just let me take care of you, dummy.”
Your fingers squeeze at his cock through his jeans and in an instant he melts. He relaxes against you, lets you shove at his chest until he’s on his back and you’re between his legs and you’re practically licking your lips at the sight of his defined muscles all splayed out for you. 
Ever so teasing, you decide to bend forward, dropping your mouth to his neck instead of touching his cock again. And this time, you don’t hold yourself back from nipping softly at his flesh. The way his breathing stops as your teeth graze over his sensitive spots has you grinning, lips curling even wider once you pull away to admire your work. He looks gorgeous, marked up with faint lovebites, indicators of you on him.
Swiftly, you pull your own t-shirt over your head and toss it onto the floor and your leggings follow it not long after.
Your gaze is locked on him the entire time you fiddle with the button of his pants, before you move onto the zipper, before you’re pulling his jeans down his long legs and he’s so relieved that you’re done teasing him. Fingers crawling past the band of his boxers, you tug them off him hurriedly, growing just as impatient as Kageyama. 
The sight of his cock never disappoints. Everything about this boy is so pretty. The veins along his shaft match the ones on his arms and all you can think is how it was made for your mouth. 
One of your hands curls around his thickness, gives a few pumps, and then your tongue darts out to swirl around his tip. There’s a slight saltiness from the pre-cum that drools from his slit. Kageyama shudders instantly, forever in awe and doubtful that he’ll ever get used to the warm and wet sensation. 
Just to torture him a little, you tap his cock against your tongue a few times, an image so lewd that Kageyama can’t help but moan out loud. He’s in disbelief again, struggling to grasp how on earth he got this lucky. When your mouth finally envelops him, it takes everything in him to not thrust into you uncontrollably–he knows that even if you let him, he’d cum then and there. 
His fingers curl into the bedsheets below him, an attempt to control himself. Even if it’s futile, even if he knows he’ll be on the verge of losing his very last grip on reality with the way you move your mouth up and down him–he’s determined to hang on.
It’s why you go a little slower, take your time. It’s not a lesson anymore. It’s ‘payback’, technically, but that’s shoved to the back of your mind and replaced with an eagerness to make your sweet best friend see stars. You don’t take him all the way to the base just yet, focusing on his tip, getting him worked up. Well, more worked up than he already is. 
Every wet flick of your tongue against Kageyama’s tip is met with a hiss or a shuddered gasp. The hand you have wrapped around his thick base starts to pump up and down, ever so slowly, ever so lightly. Saliva slips out of the corners of your mouth as you suckle at his head. Your hand smears it all along the rest of his length, the slick noise it makes sparking a heat deep in your core. 
Your eyes flicker up to your best friend’s face with a flash of deviousness behind them as you slowly start to swallow the remainder of his length. Every bob of your head you bring your mouth lower, choking on his cock before you’re even halfway. 
Kageyama’s thighs tremble. Perfectly straight teeth clamp down on his bottom lip while his eyes roll into the back of his head. You have to remind yourself to keep going, to physically force yourself to not pause and stare because he looks like a god among men.
You still haven’t worked the entirety of his cock into your mouth when it twitches, and with a guttural moan as your only warning, he spills his load down your throat. Salty warmth fills your mouth before you swallow it down happily, but when you peer up at Kageyama, he’s got his face buried in his hands.
“Fuck. I did it again,” he groans. “I’m so sorry.”
“Tobi-”
He doesn’t give you a chance to reassure him, flipping you onto your back like you’re weightless before you even comprehend what’s happening. 
“Can I make it up to you?” His hand trails up your thigh, inching closer to your panties, making you shudder. He’s barely even had the time to recover from his orgasm, yet his eyes are eager, like a dog ready to play fetch. 
“Please,” you say, surprised by how breathless you are.
In an instant your underwear is torn down your legs, your dripping pussy exposed to him. Kageyama presses a light kiss to the inside of your thigh, moves to the other side and kisses it again, and again, and again, switching from leg to leg until he’s hovering above your heat. 
Finally, he’s diving into your cunt, sliding his tongue between your folds without an ounce of hesitation. He makes his home there, already familiar with it.
While his tongue glides over your clit, two of his fingers prod at your entrance, sliding in with ease from the way you’re soaked with arousal from your getting him off. All of his self-control evaporates. He doesn’t want to tease you, no. He wants to see you writhe. Your hand tangles into his hair like an instinct, clinging to his locks when a swipe of his tongue sends pinpricks of pleasure shooting through your veins.
“Mmh, Tobio,” you whine, tossing your head back. It makes his concentrated gaze shoot up to meet yours when you say it. His ocean eyes are almost black from how dilated they are, sparkling apologetically.
With his fingers knuckle-deep inside you, Kageyama reaches your spongy sensitive spot with no effort and has you moaning out swears every second. His fingertips reach it with every pump of his digits and along with his lips that wrap around your clit and suck, it’s no surprise that you feel him bringing you closer and closer to the edge with every passing second.
His fingers keep working your hole when he pulls his mouth away from you despite your harsh grip in his hair, and your curiosity is curbed when he lets a wad of spit dribble down to your clit. You’ll question him about where he learned that later, but right now your eyes are rolling back and your hands are grasping at the sheets beneath you when he then continues to swipe his tongue over your throbbing heat. You're shocked, really, that you haven't cum yet from the way this boy puts his soul into eating your pussy.
By now, each thrust of Kageyama’s fingers comes with an obscene squelch from the mixture of spit and slick that drips out of you.  That's when you notice it—his hips are moving back and forth against the mattress. Like he didn't just cum.
"Oh, fuck, Tobio," you start as your pussy pulses around his fingers. "I'm close, baby."
You don't need to say anymore. He's curling his fingers inside you, thrusting them in and out of you impossibly fast as his mouth slurps and sucks at your sensitive bud relentlessly.
Before long your vision turns white. Your back arches off the bed as your orgasm sinks into every one of your muscles, making you sob out high-pitched moans. Your legs quiver as Kageyama finger-fucks you through your climax, after which you sink into the bed, still gasping for air.
When you peer up at him as he rises to his knees, you’re met with the sight of his cock–standing straight up in all its intimidating glory.
“You’re hard again?” you ask, eyes wide as you gaze up at him.
Kageyama’s cheeks burn and he curls into himself a little. “Making you feel good makes me feel good,” he admits, shrugging.
You’re beaming up at him like a smitten fool, but how can anyone possibly blame you? 
It’s easy to assume that Kageyama is heartless. Most people do–from how standoffish and rude he is at times, many don’t bother to look past that. It pisses you off. 
They don’t know that he gives you his umbrella in torrential rain. That he gives you his lunch when you forget to bring yours. That he lets you hog the one blanket you’re sharing at a sleepover so that you’re not cold. That he cusses out the idiots who are making fun of you. Yeah, he’s mean, and awkward, and short-tempered… but he’s also sweet, and kind, and he cares. It’s his nature.
“Wanna try be on top this time?” you say, raking your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. He nods with certainty, leaning down to kiss you with a tenderness that makes you melt into the mattress. 
After he pulls away, he stares at you with a tiny smile, then reaches a hand in between your smushed-together bodies so he can guide his cock to your hole–it’s just begging to be filled, and how could he possibly deprive your sweet pussy of its needs?
This time, Kageyama knows to take it slow. He pushes the tip against your opening gently, cat-like eyes fixed on your face in search of the slightest hint of discomfort. He sinks into your warmth slowly, inch by inch, in spite of the stinging sensitivity in his cock from his previous climax. 
Once he’s fully sheathed inside of you and his pelvis is pressed against yours, a high-pitched whine leaves your throat, so sudden that Kageyama’s face drops and he thinks he’s hurt you. Then he sees your face, coiled up into pleasure and he relaxes again. He remembers how you rode him, the way you rocked your hips and took all of him with no issues–with a smile on your face and your eyelashes batting, and he realises he’s a fool for thinking you couldn’t handle him.
“Gonna move, yeah?” he breathes out, fixing the position of his hands where they’re next to your head.
“Yes, Tobio,” you say, whining again. Your voice like this makes his cock jump. It’s dangerous.
Kageyama pulls out until just his tip remains, then slams back inside you in a way that knocks the breath out of your lungs. Within seconds he finds his pace, hard and fast and earnest, and it sends you reeling, giving you no room to breathe.
The way his cock stretches out your walls is heavenly, like he’s reaching every last part of you. Meanwhile the feeling of you wrapped around him, warm and tight as you suck him in, makes Kageyama think he would give up the world for you. He’s truly and utterly addicted. It’s no wonder he’d spent the last few weeks falling asleep thinking of your mouth, your hands, your tits, your cunt. You’ve got him under a spell. He’d spend an eternity buried inside you if he could.
“Does it feel okay?” he asks, as if your parted mouth and your nonstop moans don’t give him his answer. But he craves communication. He wants to hear you say it–only then would he be satisfied.
For a second you forget that this is his first time actually fucking someone. You spared him from doing the work last time, so the way he rocks his hips against you makes you wonder just how much porn he’s been watching. He refuses to let you forget he’s an athlete with his strokes, so precise, nothing short of perfect. All he’s known his entire life is flawless, polished movements, and it shows.
“Feels so good, Tobio,” you reply, high-pitched and needy. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. He feels it too, gives a low grunt when his cock sinks into you even further at a brand new angle that makes you both feel dizzy.
Your hands, locked at the back of Kageyama’s neck, pull his face towards you until his lips are on yours. He can’t help the way his hips slow just a little as your tongue shoves against his–it’s too much for him to handle. The way you kiss him with insatiable greed overwhelms his senses, making him wish he could melt into you. He’s so close to you, but still not close enough. 
After you pull away so you can breathe, Kageyama rests his forehead on yours, both of you sweaty and boiling hot. He’s able to pick up his pace again, this time ramming into you even harder when he peers into your blown-out eyes. They’re so dreamy as you stare back at him, glimmering with want and wonder. He has no idea how he went all those years without kissing you.
His head drops to your neck, leaving soft, wet kisses against it because he remembers you doing that to him. You clench around him instantly, giving a soft, breathy gasp as shivers run through your entire body. 
“Doing so- ah- so well, baby. Gonna cum soon,” you manage, but it’s half-moaned. Your nails rake down the toned expanse of his back, urging him on. Kageyama’s cock throbs at your praise and he shoots up, sitting back on his heels, ploughing through you with abandon, with no thoughts in his mind other than to make you climax. 
His dark eyes are aflame with an intimidating concentration and his jaw clenches. Blunt nails dig into your hips, pinching into your flesh so hard but you can’t even think about the bruises that will undoubtedly form. He uses his grip on you to drag you along his cock, abandoning all morals as he fucks into you so intensely that your eyes begin to brim with tears.
You jolt when his thumb lands on your swollen clit. He begins to twirl it in rapid circles and you’re squirming immediately, arching your back off the bed with obscene noises dripping from your mouth. He’s feeding the flame in your lower abdomen with every push and pull of his hips, every flick of his finger against your sensitive bud dragging you closer and closer to your edge.
It’s only a few more seconds before your orgasm comes hurtling towards you, crashing into you like a wave that makes your limbs go taut. Your mind is blank–all you know is the warm pleasure pulsing deep in your core, flowing all the way to the tips of your fingers and making you scream. 
It doesn’t help that Kageyama hasn’t slowed down. Even as your pussy spasms and clenches around him, he’s relentlessly pounding away, chasing his own climax now.
“Want you to cum for me, Tobio,” you pant, still recovering from your high.
“I-inside? Can I?”
“Mhm,” you say, nodding, giving him a sweet, fucked out smile. Your walls squeeze around him, squelching with every stroke as if it were begging to be filled up and he obeys, of course. 
Kageyama gives a resounding groan as he buries himself as deep as he possibly can inside you and pumps you full. His cock twitches with every spurt, abdomen muscles tensing and his hands grabbing at the flesh of your waist, hips, thighs. Small, shuddered gasps leave his swollen lips until he’s given all that he can give and his broad shoulders heave as he tries to catch his breath. 
And despite how he’s literally inside you and how you’re filled to the brim with his cum, it’s not enough. You’re tugging at his hands until he leans forward, puzzled as to what you’re up to until you bring his lips to yours. It’s sloppy and sweet–just the way you like it. 
You hum against his mouth, satisfied–although that’s an understatement. You’re in heaven. With your arms wrapped around Kageyama’s shoulders, you drag him down to the mattress next to you, grinning blissfully. Like instinct, his arms wrap around your waist and he pulls your body flush against his, both of you too content to be concerned about being covered in sweat. 
“You were so good, Tobio. So so good,” you tell him, pressing a kiss to his pec where you lay. “You’re getting so much better already. You’re a quick learner, you know.”
“I am?” he asks, ever so clueless. It’s adorable.
“Yes.” 
Silence fills the air as Kageyama ponders what you said. He knows he’s gotten better since the first time you helped him, obviously. But he also knows very well that he still has a lot to learn. And when he gazes down at you, your eyes fluttering shut from fatigue, he’s determined to be better for you. 
“Can I ask you a question?” he says in a small tone. 
You blink up at him, nodding with a gentle smile. “Ask me.”
“Are we… like… boyfriend and girlfriend? Or like- I don’t- how does-”
Your giggles cut off his rambling and that’s when he thinks he’s fucked up everything. His blood turns cold with dread. How stupid could he be?
“Do you want to be boyfriend and girlfriend?” is what you ask, with warmth blooming your chest. You bite back from smirking.
“Well- yeah, but only if you do,” he says. 
As if your nude body is not pressed against him, as if you’re not leaking his cum, which–yes, perhaps to some means little to nothing. But you touch each other with something other than lust. When whispers of his name turn to cries, it’s not only with need, but with adoration. Ever since your first time with him, it’s been so much more. 
“Obviously I do, dumbass,” you say, flicking his nipple. “When you told me you had a date I…” You pause. ‘Wanted her dead?’ No, that’s too much. “I was so jealous of her. And I had no idea why, because you were just supposed to be my best friend.”
“So, all my teammates were right? You remember how often they’d mistake you for my girlfriend?”
Your mouth drops, opening and closing repeatedly as your face burns. “Okay, but- that wasn’t- I didn’t know I had feelings for you then! Man, have I had feelings for you that long?”
You’re brought back to yours and Kageyama’s first year at Karasuno, when you cursed the building down during one of his matches against Seijoh–more specifically against Oikawa. And when you jumped into a teary-eyed Kageyama’s arms to comfort him after his team’s loss, eyebrows certainly raised (it was only when you got a boyfriend in second year that they believed that you weren’t dating Kageyama. Except you broke up with him three weeks later because you ‘lost feelings for him’ and now you realise it’s because he wasn’t Kageyama).
“God, we’re idiots,” you say, smacking your hand over your face. When you peer up at your boyfriend, you find him staring at the ceiling. 
“Hey, we should go to the aquarium tomorrow,” he says. 
You snort, expecting nothing less from him. “Don’t you have practice tomorrow?”
“Yeah, but I have a girlfriend now. She’s more important.” He’s grinning, all lopsided and cheesy.
You scoff at him, but really your tummy is fluttering and your heart is racing and you’re so warm with love. 
“Fine. We’ll go to the aquarium, but don’t make skipping practise a regular thing, you hear me?”
“We’ve been dating for five minutes and you’re already telling me what to do,” he teases.
“It’ll be no longer than five minutes if you don’t shut your mouth, Kageyama.”
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kageyama can’t stop thinking.
his mind is racing with thoughts he can’t even begin to comprehend. he’s stuck in his head and he has no idea what he can do to get out. sure, he’s like this with volleyball, but when it came to real life or people, he never put too much thought into their or even his actions.
but when you came around everything seemed to change.
he was nervous, not nervous in the same way he is before a crowd silencing serve, but in a stomach twisting, blushing flustering way. he’s not sure how it happened, how he even worked up the courage to confess, or even ask you on a date, or even ask you to be his. it was mind numbing really, the amount of thought and effort kageyama put into a single person. he’s almost terrified of saying the wrong thing or hesitating when he should’ve seized the moment the universe was so gracious to give him. all this thinking makes him terrified of actually throwing caution to the wind and just going for it.
and this was unfortunately one of those moments.
“i love you.”
you said it first. kageyama’s still in shock that you were the one who said it first. he’s dreamt up scenarios in his head where he said it first. he wanted to say it after the first date but he was afraid it was too soon. he wanted to say it after he first kissed you, yet he was afraid you were already too shocked at his actions. he’s loved you. kageyama’s known that for quite some time now, yet he could never get around to saying it.
“i love you.”
the boy shuddered as he recalled the moment. he didn’t even say it back. after the universe handed him the perfect moment to say it, he stood in silence.
“it’s okay if you don’t say it, i just wanted you to know.”
kageyama’s been kicking himself for it ever since.
it was only a couple hours ago, right after he dropped you off at your house. yet it’s all he can think about, even as he stares at his homework, even as he practices some sets to take his mind off of it, it’s the only thing he can think about, and he’s terrified of how it could tear him apart.
so he’s running, wishing his legs could move just a little bit faster to get to your house.
he’s running like he’s almost out of time. he’s running because it’s the only way he can get out of his head. he’s running and almost misses your street because he’s so focused on saying the right things.
he’s running like his life depends on it. because, in a way, it feels like it does.
despite his breathlessness, he still knocks on your door, doubling over seconds after to catch his breath. his heart is pounding out of his chest, but he’s not too sure if it’s because of the running or because he’s nervous.
the door swings open and kageyama’s heart skips a beat at the sight of you.
you quirk a brow, “uhhh tobio? what ar-”
“i love you.”
he doesn’t miss how your eyes go wide, or the soft inhale that leaves your lips.
“i love you,” he repeats. “and i’m so sorry i didn’t say it earlier. i,” he pauses. “i was just so shocked that someone like you loved me.”
your gaze softens as you step towards him, cupping his cheek with a small smile. “tobio,” your voice is soft. “of course i love you, and i’ll say it as many times as i need to so you’ll believe me.”
he needs to remember to breathe.
kageyama needs to remember to breathe.
because after your words, he feels like he forgot for a moment.
“i love you,” he smiles, pulling you into his arms. “i love you so much.”
“i love you too,” he hears you whisper, certain that you can hear his racing heartbeat slow.
the words left his lips with ease the more he said it, the initial nerves and butterflies disappearing after his feelings were finally out in the open. and as you rest in his arms with your head against his chest, kageyama’s certain that he’ll remind you of those same feelings any second he gets.
because you deserved to know the love he feels towards you.
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pls kags was my first hq love sob sob
thanks for reading! reblogs/interaction are always appreciated <3
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