Author: jadehqknb

I’ve missed you! Good luck on your paper! Neon: HCs for your fave KiriDai boys and kissing under the mistletoe please!

imagine-knb:

Thanks for the luck! Hopefully we do well! Also, fave KiriDai boys. You mean all of them? lol

Hanamiya

  • this isn’t exactly his favorite tradition out of all the Christmas things
  • you have to be something especially special to him if you’re going to get a kiss under the mistletoe
    • anyone who he doesn’t care enough about is simply going to get glared at
  • he doesn’t deliberately go out of his way to avoid doorways that have them hanging, but it’s annoying when he gets caught under one

Seto

  • boy is so tall, he notices the mistletoe right away because he has to duck out of its way
  • he isn’t the type to kiss everyone who gets caught under there with him
    • in fact, there’s only one person on his mind that he wants to get caught under a mistletoe with
  • for as silent and brooding as he can be, he has some fantasies about mistletoe kisses

Furuhashi

  • if you placed a mistletoe in a doorway and suddenly find it missing, it’s because he’s probably taken it down
    • he finds the whole tradition as more of a hindrance than anything
  • he isn’t going to follow the tradition unless you are the one to physically make him
  • will probably grumble about how the two of you could kiss anytime; it doesn’t have to be under a doorway in front of a crowd

Hara

  • the type to jokingly carry around a mistletoe wherever he goes
  • he’s not exactly picky about who gets under there with him; if he finds you attractive then you better expect him to kiss you
    • if he finds you really attractive, you better expect that kiss to go a little farther than necessary
  • he’s pretty brave and has no qualms about dangling a mistletoe above your and his head in a crowded area

Yamazaki

  • he gets extremely flustered every time he accidentally gets caught under the mistletoe with someone
  • expect red faces and jumbled words if you’re somebody he actually wants to kiss
    • if you’re not, still expect a red face, but more out of humiliation than anything else
  • he’s the type to close his eyes and lean in with his lips all puckered

I loved these, thank you!!

(Hopefully this counts as minor enough character, if not feel free to delete or ignore or choose one of your favorites instead) J- Jealous (“Claiming” a partner) or G – Gentle (gentle/loving mid-sex gestures) for Yaku Morisuke ////

He absolutely does and I’m sorry this took so long for me to get done. I miss seeing you on my dash and really hope you’re doing well sweetie. Hope these are to your liking!

G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures)

The press of her lips became less engaging, her hands shaking. Concerned, Yaku leans up, forcing his eyes open. They’re half clothed, his shirt gone while she’s in a t-shirt and underwear. Concerned by her expression, he rests his palm against her cheek, thumb trailing under her eye.

“Hey,” he says, voice soft, “what’s wrong?” She takes in a shaky breath, eyes averting to the wall but he tugs her chin, gently making her look at him. “Talk to me,” he insists.

Another breath and she finally admits, “I…no matter how many times we do this, I just…I’m afraid you…I’m not…” she pauses and he waits, allowing her the time she needs to voice her thoughts, her fears. Finally the words, “I don’t feel pretty enough for you,” spill out of trembling lips. He stills their tremor with a kiss, gentle, slow, long and full of passion, his hand raking through her hair down to her neck, fingers caressing the sensitive spot he discovered the week before.

When his chest can no longer forego air, Yaku pulls away, admiring his handy work in the form of her lips plush from his attentions.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he says, smiling at her. “I mean, literally, I want to fuck you gorgeous.”

Her cheeks erupt into crimson at his brash words but his tone is still soft, still kind. “I love you,” he continues, kissing down her cheek to her jaw where he switches to use his tongue, smirking with satisfaction when she arches into him as he trails to ear. Reaching it, he whispers, “Please let me show you how much.”

J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)

It could have been any number of things that finally broke Yaku’s tentative hold on his temper that day but the sight of Lev deliberating flirting with his girlfriend was the nail in the coffin for his self control.

Stomping across the gym, he grabbed her wrist, tugging her away from the taller male.

“Morisuke, what’s wrong?” she asked a bit breathless.

For answer, he sat on the lowest level bleacher, pulling her onto his lap and sealing his lips over hers in a desperate kiss. It wasn’t difficult to engage his tongue with hers when she gasped in surprise at his actions. He felt her fingers tighten their hold of his jacket as her body shifted to move away from him, clearly torn between wanting him to continue and being embarrassed of their display in front of the team.

Yaku pulled her back down easily, moving his mouth to her neck where he kissed up to her ear, growling, “I’m gonna make sure they know just who you’re with and why.” He bit the lobe and she cried out, slamming a hand over her mouth to stifle further noises.

From across the room, Kuroo whistled lowly. “Looks like demon-senpai has come out to play,” he remarked, grin widening. Clapping his hands garnered some of the team’s attention. “Four laps,” he called out, groans erupting from the mass of red. “You can thank Lev for them,” the captain went on, hustling them out of the gym.

“Yaku, when you’re done sucking face, get your ass in gear!” he shouted over his shoulder, laughing as the libero flashed him the middle finger without breaking the seal of his lips over his girlfriend’s mouth.

A little instruction

haiykuties:

So….a number of Sundays ago I submitted an ask talking about Kageyama getting sex tips from Oikawa, in that Oikawa was in the room while Kageyama and his girlfriend were having sex. I was anon for some reason so I don’t know if anyone remember it lol. 

Anyway, the idea stuck with me and wouldn’t leave and turned into this MASSIVE thing I’m presenting here. 

Warning for a bit of shaming (nothing overt but it’s there).

-Admin Jade @vball-baes-bball-babes

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“Can you repeat that? Wait, let me get my phone,” Oikawa says, smirk firmly in place.

Kageyama’s face flames brighter.“Oikawa-san, please!” He bows, body angled to a perfect 90 degrees.

The former setter of Seijoh stares at the top of his head, expression morphing to consternation. This scenario feels all too familiar to a random afternoon years ago when Tobio had no idea how to draw potential from his freakish middle blocker. He crosses his arms. “Why me?”

Kageyama stands upright, but is unable to meet his eyes to those of his former senpai. “I don’t…I don’t have anyone else to ask,” he admits.

“What? None of your precious crows knows how to-“

“It’s not that!” shouts the dark haired boy. Breathing hard, he finally meets his eyes to Oikawa’s. “They’re my friends…but I can’t ask them this.”

“So you trust me…over them…with this?”

Kageyama takes a deep breath. “You already look down on me. I…I have no more pride or dignity to lose with you. And if asking for help make things better with ____ , then I’ll do it.”

Oikawa’s mouth is open, ready to tell him he can take his pride and shoved it but the sound of her name snapped it shut. Of all the people in the world it has to be her. He stares hard at the blushing young man before him, mind reeling now that he’s revealed just who he’s seeking intimate advice for.

Then a slow, devious smile curls over Oikawa’s lips, his shoulders relaxing.

All of it puts Kageyama on edge.

Just as he’s about to tell him “never mind” Oikawa says, “Fine, I’ll help you out.” Kageyama opens his mouth to thank him only the words get stuck in his throat when he continues with, “But I’m not going to just tell you. I’m going to be there, giving you instruction.”

Kageyama’s mouth opens and closes, words jumbling in his brain. He wants to scream, tell Oikawa to go to hell but he stands silent in shock. “Meet me here,” the brunette says tucking a card in Kageyama’s shirt pocket. “It’s discrete. Be there Friday at 7:00. Don’t be late. Oh and Tobio-chan,” Oikawa looks over his shoulder, “make sure to wear something pretty.”

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“Are you sure you want to do this?” she asks squeezing Kageyama’s hand.

He nods once roughly, keeping his eyes forward, forcing one foot in front of the other. If he stops now, he won’t make it. But a tug on his hand brings his attention down to her face which shows concern. “We can think of something else Tobio,” she insists.

“We’ve tried everything else, I just, I need help and he’s always been the best at everything so it shouldn’t be any different with this.”

They stand staring at each other on the sidewalk in a part of town neither has ever been to. She takes a deep breath. “Tobio, this…this isn’t like volleyball. It isn’t clinical, or simple or straightforward. It’s sex.” He blushes but she pushes on, “If we do this…there’s no telling the ramifications.”

Kageyama inhales through his nose, dropping his chin to his chest. “I…I want to make you feel good. Oikawa can help me do that.” He sounds a whole lot more confident than he feels.

He starts to walk once more but she pulls him back. “Tobio, there’s something I haven’t told you,” she begins, eyes falling to the ground. Swallowing, she goes on, “I…I know Oikawa, we…we were friends at Seijoh.” His hand tightens around hers. “I’m sorry,” she says, looking up at his face, “I really didn’t think you’d go through with this so…when you told me about it I just…are you ok with this? With knowing he and I aren’t strangers? That we have history?”

“What kind of history?” Kageyama’s voice is harsh, his irritation evident.

She shakes her head. “Not the kind you’re thinking.” It isn’t fully a lie, more like a partial truth. Back then, she’d harbored a fierce crush on the setter but never professed her affection, knowing it would be wasted since Oikawa so was dedicated to volleyball. She’d settled for friendship, happy to be one step closer to him than his fangirls.

As the silence between them drags on, she shifts her feet, now unsure of what she wants to happen. She cares about Tobio, may even love him, but their bedroom life is struggling and she doesn’t know how to help him.

Finally, he speaks. “I’m fine with it if you are.”

She nods, falling back into step with him.

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At the hotel, Oikawa looks about the room mentally checking off his list.

Condoms? Check. Lube? Check. Sake? Check.

He thought about bringing music but figured it would be too distracting. Pulling the armchair to a more central alignment with the bed he nods satisfaction. Tonight, he thinks, should be interesting if nothing else. That is, if they actually show up. No sooner does he think this last than there is a tentative knock at the door. Oikawa opens it, eyes bright and smile perfect as he looks her straight in the eye. “It’s good to see you, ______-chan.”

It’s his last year, his last chance to make it to Nationals. His last chance to prove that hard work can overcome raw power or genius talent.

It’s his last year to be honest with her.

Walking purposefully, Oikawa is about to round the corner when her voice coupled with Iwaizumi’s gives him pause.

“What about Oikawa-san?” she asks, shutting her locker.

“What do you mean? You like him, right?” Irritation laces Iwaizumi’s tone. “You really should tell him.”

Oikawa thinks his heart is going to leap right out of his chest but her giggled response covers it in ice. “What are you talking about? Oikawa-san and I are just friends, Iwaizumi-san.”

The setter turns tail and swiftly walks away, not seeing the tears held fast in her eyes, the strain of her smile, the quiver of her arms as they hold tightly to her books.

The next day they lose to Karasuno.

She’s even more beautiful than he remembers, the passing years having done wonders at maturing her from girl to woman. This was one of the stupidest impulsive decisions he’s ever made but there’s no way in hell he’s backing down now. He doesn’t care if he has to watch her with another man, Tobio of all of people too, he just wants to.

“So, how do we do this?” Kageyama asks breaking in upon his thoughts.

“First, drinks are in order,” Oikawa says turning to the mini fridge. “You need to loosen up or this is going to be a waste of time.”

“I’m not getting drunk,” Kageyama insists.

“I never said get drunk, Tobio-chan. This will help you and her relax, lower your inhibitions a little so we might actually get somewhere with all this.” He fills three shot glasses with sake, the best he could find. Handing the couple their portion he lifts his own. “Bottoms up, or maybe we’ll save that for another time.”

Kageyama almost chokes on the burning liquid, but ______ is able to get it down no problem, stifling her laughter at Oikawa’s innuendo. He smiles, refilling their glasses and they all drink again.

After a third shot, _____ holds up her hand. “That’s it for me, anymore and I’ll just fall asleep,” she giggles, cheeks a lovely shade of pink. It takes all of Oikawa’s self control not to caress one with his palm.  He sets the bottle back in the fridge before looking back at the couple who stand a bit awkwardly next to each other.

He’s not sure if it’s the alcohol but Oikawa feels something akin to concern looking at Tobio’s face. The guy is clearly uncomfortable, hands clenching and unclenching, eyes staring at the wall. _______’s face is no better, her smile falling away. “Sheesh you two, no wonder you have trouble in the bedroom,” he says drawing both their attention to him. “It doesn’t even seem as though you like each other.”

“It’s not like this is easy,” snaps Kageyama. “Have you ever tried having sex in front of someone else?”

Oikawa’s smile gives them both pause. “There’s a reason you came to me, right Tobio-chan?”

Unwilling to consider that line of thinking further, Kageyama huffs, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Just, can we please get this over with?”

“And that right there is part of the problem,” Oikawa remarks pointing at him. “Is that how you approach this? With an attitude of just getting it over with?”

Kageyama shrugs. “No, I just…I don’t know what to do and so doing anything feels…awkward.”

Sighing, Oikawa steps closer, considering his next move. After a moment he looks at _____. “Is he a good kisser?”

“Eh? What kind of ques-” Kageyama sputters.

“He’s…descent,” admits ________.

“OK,  we’ll start there,” their tutor advises. “Tobio-chan, slide back and lie down. ______-chan climb on top of him.”

They get into position, movements a little stiff but once Kageyama has his hands on her waist and looks in her eyes, he momentarily forgets anyone else is even there. Pulling her towards him, he pecks her lips gently. His own are a bit chapped but the feel of them against hers makes her smile.

“Part your lips and suck on her bottom lip, Tobio-chan. Don’t be afraid to touch her, you want to get her going and stimulation is the way to do it,” Oikawa says.

Kageyama does as instructed, taking her bottom lip between his own and sucking lightly.

“Add tongue, wet her up a bit.”

He does so, closing his eyes to focus on making her feel good. His hands wrap into her hair, tugging lightly. “Do what feels right, Tobio-chan,” Oikawa says, voice seeming a little more strained.

So he does, pulling away from her mouth to trail kisses along her jaw, settling on her neck where he sucks the skin lightly.

“Tobio,” she pants, hips grinding down against his. His cock responds immediately to the subtle friction and suddenly he feels too hot, his clothes itching.

“Graduated already,” Oikawa hums. His voice seems both near and far to Kageyama’s lust and slightly alcohol fuzzed brain. “Take off your clothes, I think things are gonna progress quickly.”

_______ leans up, pulling her dress off in one fluid motion. Her hands reach behind to undo the clasp of her bra, the lacey garment falling to the floor. From his position, Oikawa can only see her back but the sight of her unblemished skin makes his mouth water. He wants to kiss every inch of it. He feels a tightening in his groin, pants becoming uncomfortable watching ______ disrobe Kageyama.

Soon they’re both fully naked, kissing passionately, making him wonder if perhaps Tobio isn’t more of an exhibitionist than he thinks. If he was decent at kissing when they first arrived, something has changed to turn him pro because she’s moaning and writhing against him like his kiss is all she needs.

But Oikawa knows better, watching the shift of her hips, the wetness growing between her thighs. He licks his own lips, desire screaming to launch himself across the room and take a taste but he can’t.

“Get’er on her back, Tobio-chan, she needs…she needs your mouth elsewhere,” Oikawa says, voice strained with the weight of his own arousal.

Kageyama is past the point of care in regards to Oikawa watching. He needs this, needs help knowing what to do and when, so he pushes all thought of awkward embarrassment out of his mind, shifting both their bodies to hover over her.

“Now, spread her open a bit with your fingers,” Oikawa says, unbuttoning his pants. He has to get some relief, at least from the pressure of his cock.

Kageyama leans to the side and the vision of her perfect pussy literally spread out before him nearly has Oikawa groaning in pain and longing. “Like this?” he asks, chest heaving.

“Yeah,” rasps Oikawa, not bothering to hide the fact his pants are undone. “Get down there and suck on her lips. Pay a bit of attention to both sides before diving in.”

Kageyama nods, re-positioning between her legs. The view is less pleasant now with Tobio’s ass in the air and his cock and balls hanging down so Oikawa shifts the chair to the side of the bed.

“_______-chan, lower your left leg so I can see what he’s doing,” he orders. She does as told just as Kageyama takes the left lip into his mouth. Her own falls open, a breathless sigh emitting of his name. He sucks a bit firmer, trying to watch her expression. “Focus on her sounds, Tobio-chan, trying to watch her face at that angle will strain your neck before you can give her the grand finale and we don’t want that, do we?” Oikawa says, hand slicking his precum over his staff.

Kageyama closes his eyes, giving all his attention to the task of getting his girlfriend off. He’s never made it this far, always chickening out but somehow having Oikawa’s simple instructions is helping more than he ever believed possible. His tongue rolls over her clit and she bucks.

“Did I do something wrong?” he gasps, face covered in her juices.

“No! No, you…you’re doing great,” she insists. “Please, keep…keep licking me there.”

He nods, lower his head back to his position.

Oikawa pipes up, “Use the flat of your tongue. Start from the bottom of her slit and trail all the way up. Stop at that nub and suck then swirl around it.”

Following his directions exactly, Kageyama feels his cheeks twitch with the want to grin when her voice keens his name, high and loud. He repeats the action then focuses solely on her clit, rolling over and over it.

Oikawa watches as her hands trail up to her breasts, pinching her nipples. He wishes he could suck them, bite them, mark her them with his teeth. He’s fisting his cock now, pumping up and down in awkward rhythm but he needs some friction. The next cry out of her mouth signals Tobio’s reached his goal; he made her come.

Taking in a long breath, her head falls to the side, eyes landing on Oikawa. His head is thrown back, mouth open and hand sliding up and down his cock. Her eyes widen; he’s gorgeous. Pantless with only his shirt on he’s still one of the most beautiful things she’s ever seen. Looking down at Tobio she crooks her finger indicating he come closer. He wipes his mouth as he moves, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

“Was that good?” he asks lowly in her ear.

“Yes, Tobio, you were so, so good,” she assures, kissing him deeply. Tugging his head down further she whispers something in his ear.

He bolts up, scowl fixed on his face. “Wha…why?”

She nods towards the other male. “He…he’s helped us so much in so little time. It…please?”

Kageyama looks at Oikawa, uncomfortable to watch him stroking himself so earnestly but finally he nods.

Oikawa’s lost in his own fantasy, ______-chan’s lips around him, moaning on his cock. The feel of wet and heat surprises him and he nearly chokes when the vision in his head becomes reality as he looks down.

There’s ______-chan, his dick disappearing into her mouth as she bobs up and down.

Behind her, kneels Tobio, his cock sliding in and out of her, hands gripping her hips tightly, brows furrowed in concentration.

“Wha…what are you doing, _____-chan?” Oikawa asks breathless.

She pops off long enough to say around a moan as Tobio thrusts forward again, “It’s a thank you for your help. You…you looked like you could use some help of your own.” Her cheeks flame red. “But if you don’t want me to-”

“I want you to,” he rasps, yanking off his shirt before gentling guiding her back between his legs. “Fuck yeah I want you to.”

She smiles then takes him in again, the moans she gives from Tobio’s fucking her adding to the pleasure.

“Shit, ______-chan, you’re so good with your mouth,” Oikawa compliments, unable to keep his eyes from moving to Kageyama’s face with a proud smirk upon his lips. 

The man behind her looks down, refusing to watch, refusing to acknowledge the sight of his girlfriend giving head to another guy is so fucking hot he’s sure he’ll come within seconds if he keeps his eyes on them.

Oikawa’s moans grow louder, his hand carding through her hair.

“Gather this up for her, Tobio-chan,” he insists. He’s not going to let a little thing like getting the best blow job of his life get in the way of being an amazing teacher. Kageyama gathers her hair into a makeshift ponytail.

“Pull it, I think she likes it a little rougher than you believe,” Oikawa remarks.

Kageyama hesitates but when he feels her inner walls squeeze him he knows Oikawa’s right.

He slams into her harder, tugging her hair hard enough that she loses focus, Oikawa’s dick popping out of her mouth as she gasps, “Tobio!”

“See?” ______-chan’s a bit of a slut, isn’t she?”

“Hey, don’t-” Kageyama snaps.

“Yes, Oikawa-san,” her voice chokes out.

Oikawa leans forward, slanting his mouth over her own, his tongue coiling around hers expertly. His hands reach forward, tweaking her nipples and she squeals. Pulling away momentarily, he barks, “Talk dirty to her Tobio, she wants it. She wants you to make her your whore.”

Kageyama grits his teeth, rasping, “Is that true, ______?” He smacks her ass startling both her and Oikawa with his bold action. “You want to be my whore? Are you a slut for cock?”

Smack.

“Is that why you couldn’t get off with me?”

Smack.

“You needed more cock? You needed to be humiliated? You needed to be put in your place?”

Smack. Smack. Smack.

“Fuck, Tobio,” Oikawa whispers, completely shocked at his change in demeanor.

Kageyama’s piercing gaze has his heart shuddering. Looking away, he slides out of _______, grabbing her by the throat and tugging her to his chest. “Answer me, or you get no more,” he hisses, biting her ear.

“Yes! Yes, Tobio! Yes, Tooru! I’m your whore, I’m your slut. Fuck me! Wreck me, please!”

Oikawa nearly comes when she says his name. Gone are any inhibitions or thoughts of right and wrong. Gone is hesitation or wasting time.

Oikawa grunts, “Get on your back, Tobio. It’s time to fuck the hell out of her.”

Kageyama shifts, laying back and sinking her onto him once more. Her voice rings out his name, followed by Oikawa’s when his tongue presses against her asshole. He grabs handfuls of her cheeks, teasing and licking up and down her slit while Tobio thrusts up fucking her. It’s a bit awkward, the motion making it difficult for Oikawa to stay where he wants.

“Have you taken cock in the ass before?” he pants in her ear. She nods. “Do you want my cock in your ass while Tobio-chan fucks your pussy?” Another nod, more rapid. “What a good little slut,” he cooes, slicking up his dick with lube. He does the same for his fingers, pressing slowly into her ass.

“Tooru,” she cries and Kageyama slams up again.

“Hold still a moment, Tobio-chan, I don’t want to hurt her.”

The bottom male halts his movements, unable to keep himself from watching as Oikawa presses his dick fully into her ass. He leans up on his knees, trying an experimental thrust that has her wailing.

“Lay on top of him,” Oikawa instructs and she does, pressing her breasts to Kageyama’s chest, his hands sliding to her back.

Oikawa’s arms strain and his knee’s screaming at him but he holds position. “Ok, I’m going to start fucking her and I’m pretty sure my motion will drive her down. _____-chan, you’ll probably have to push up on your own, are you ok with that?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Good.” He slams forward and down, all three of them moaning loudly at the sensations rolling through their blood.

“Fuck, Oikawa,” Kageyama groans and Oikawa chooses to ignore how hot he sounds right now.

He pulls up, drawing his cock slowly back then slams forward again.

“Tooru, yes, please…hard…fuck me hard!”

He obliges, pistoning into her at a faster pace, the motion of his fucking applying stimulation to Kageyama’s cock buried deep in her heat.

Oikawa kisses her back as Kageyama’s mouth devours her cries. The air surrounding them becomes thick with the scent of sex, their breathing and garbled incoherent words filling what little space remains between them.

Oikawa can’t believe this is happening, can’t believe he’s fucking ______ after so many years of wanting her. He doesn’t care that he’s in her ass, doesn’t care that another man’s cock is fucking her, all he cares about is he’s here, with her, like this.

“Shit, I’m gonna come,” Kageyama announces.

“Me…me too,” Oikawa admits.

Reaching between their bodies, Oikawa rubs _______’s clit roughly. “Come on, baby,” he growls, latching teeth to her skin. “Come with us, come with your kings!”

“Tobio! Tooru!” she shouts to the ceiling, coming so hard she squeezes both their orgasms out of them.

Oikawa collapses, the three of their bodies becoming a sweaty, sticky mass of limbs and sex satisfied nerves. Slowly he pulls out, drawing her back with him. Both he and Kageyama remove their condoms, throwing them into the waste basket by the bed. _______ snuggles into Kageyama’s chest, eyes already heavy with sleep. As Oikawa goes to move away, her fingers around his wrist make him stop.

“Lay down, Tooru,” she says, not opening her eyes. “It’s too late for you to leave now.”

Glancing at Kageyama, he shrugs his shoulders, nestling down to spoon up to her back. He’s asleep just as fast her.

Staring at the ceiling, Kageyama isn’t sure what to make of what just happened. Shifting his eyes to her then Oikawa, he takes a deep breath.

All he does know, is nothing will ever be the same…for any of them.  

I do remember this!! After reading this, I’m pretty sure my soul left my body. As always, Jade comes in clutch for Sinful Sunday. You’re always much appreciated! 😩

-Admin Lana

Contribution piece

Number 10 with my baby Tendou Satori !!!! Thank you babe !!

vball-baes-bball-babes:

Tendou- #10 Secret Santa

Walking into his homeroom, Tendou’s eyes widened when they fell upon a prettily wrapped box sitting on his desk. Glancing around revealed no clues as to who’d left it.  Perhaps it was a mistake? Surely no one would leave him a gift; unless it was one of his teammates. An ironic smile flickered over his face as he convinced himself it was most likely a prank from Semisemi.

He sat down, picking up the present and tearing into the paper. As he popped the top open, his eyes bugged out. Nestled in tissue paper laid the latest edition of Shonen Jump along with a gift certificate to his favorite ice cream shop.

Merry Christmas, Tendou-san! I hope you enjoy these treats. The card, clearly homemade but well done, held no signature identifying the giver.

Ok, so it wasn’t from Semi. And it certainly wasn’t from Wakatoshi. Friendly as they were, the two boys had never bothered to get gifts for each other, much less for Christmas. And there was no way he’d hand make a card.

“What’s that, Tendou?” Ushijima asked nodding to the manga in the middle blocker’s hands as he set himself and his food tray down across the table from the red head later that afternoon.

“Apparently I have a Secret Santa to find,” Tendou replied tucking it and the certificate into his backpack. His smile was wide, eyes a bit brighter as he scanned the room quickly, but he failed to notice her watching him from behind a pillar on the other side of the cafeteria, a smile on her face when she saw his expression. While she wasn’t ready to come forward with her feelings just yet, bringing some cheer to Tendou’s holidays was enough for now.

serves-up:

Christmas with…The Captain Squad

A/N: Of course this isn’t all the captains but these are my faves. They’d all be hella fun to celebrate with.

Kuroo

  • Is a good boy and will help you get out the tree and set it up. He’s a shit decorator tho…no Kuroo we can’t put a picture of Nicholas Cage as the star…
  • He LIVES for movie marathons!! He’s a fan of all movies from cartoons to cheesy holiday movies (which you two can make fun of but also cry at the good points)

Bokuto

  • May or may not believe in Santa. You can’t tell if he really does or not. Turns out he doesn’t but he’s just pretending so you’ll get him an extra present from Santa. SMH.
  • Christmas cookies are his specialty! He learned a really nice recipe from his mom and is more than happy to share it with you (and your stomach)

Oikawa

  • He’s surprisingly great at decorating. He’s also a prompt decorator too, as soon as Dec 1st hits he starts decorating. He’s one of those annoying people that leaves his decorations up during February tho.
  • He hangs up mistletoe everywhere just so he has an excuse to kiss you. Not that you don’t enjoy it though.

Daichi

  • KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT TO GET YOU. Like, it’s so uncanny how spot on he is. Turns out he just keeps track of the things you like or mention wanting or needing. But also, he just gifts socks…no one needs that many socks, Dai.
  • He has All I Want for Christmas is You on full blast 24/7. He hides this from everyone, but you’ve unfortunately come across this fact since dating him. Sometimes he dances to it and that’s arguably worse

Ushijima

  • He loves the snow!! Nothing beats making a nice hot cup of coffee and watching the snow fall with you by the fireplace.
  • He’s SO useful during holiday shopping. He has no complaints against standing in lines and holding the bags. Also he points out some really great sales!

Adorable!!!

Can i get an NSFW scenario with tendou? Hes skipping practice in his dorm room and he forgets to tell his teammates he’s not showing up so they look for him but he’s having sex and they walk in on him?? Female pronouns! Sorry if this is confusing!

haikyuu-imagines-and-others:

Ahhhhhhh I love my Tendou!!!!!!!! My Noodle Boi!!!! My adorable weeb! Ah *continues to fangirl over Tendou* He’s perfect, and I wish he was real so I could tell him as much T~T Thanks for requesting, sweetheart! – Admin Satori ❤

Tendou Satori:

During high school, Tendou had been absolutely set on not continuing with volleyball – having decided he needed to focus on his studies while moving forward into college. Volleyball would only get him so far in life, and there would never be a team like Shiratorizawa in his life ever again. He’d just be put back into his outcast bracket in life and would fade into the background once more, well as much as his vibrant appearance and personality would allow him to fade.  Which he was fine with. He was used to the comments, the stares, even the bullying. He expected it.

What he didn’t expect…. Was meeting and falling in love with you.

The two of you had met in the most cliched way. Paired up for a project in one of your college courses. The duration of the project was the whole semester, so he’d thought you’d ask for a different partner, but you were… determined to get him to open up to you. To be comfortable around you. And after the first month of working on the project with you, it was almost as if the two of you had known each other all your lives. As if you’d grown up with this noodle boy. As if he’d gone through all his life knowing you were at the end of the tunnel. He’d woven his way into your life, to the point you’d use some of his mannerisms and silly voices and songs. And you’d grounded yourself in his heart, you’d convinced him to take up volleyball again.

And while he loved playing volleyball with his team, Ushijima and Semi had come to the same college, he loved being with you more.

That’s how you ended up under him, his lips ravaging your neck and shoulder, biting and licking any span of skin he could reach – and since his reach was almost 2 meters, that meant all of you. “Satori,” You moaned when you felt his hips pressed against yours, almost, desperately, “More, please, Satori.”

Tendou pulled his lips from your skin, and you felt a chill go down your spine at how they’d become a little swollen from your activities with each other. “More~? You want more?” His expression tried to look mischievous, but the darkening of his crimson eyes showed how needy he was to give you all of him. Tendou’s right hand moved from the outside of your thigh on his hip and stroked up your body until he was cupping your face, his long fingers being able to reach from the tip of your chin to the back of your skull. If you didn’t know he loved you, you’d be scared of this type of hold, but the feeling of his fingers lightly stroking your skin made your insides melt. “How much more do you want, ______-chan? Tell me…” He purred, leaning his head down and peppering the top of your breasts with kisses, nipping at the soft skin now and then and taking satisfaction in the way you’d arch your back towards his face. He leaned upwards just a bit and pressed his lips against the hollow of your throat, his tongue flicking out and tasting your sex salted skin.

You blinked rapidly, trying to find the words to get him to understand how much you wanted him, how you wanted to be connected to him in all ways possible. You lightly pulled at his hair, your fingers tangled in his red locks, you dragged his head from your neck back to your lips, and quickly pressed your lips against his, your other hand pressing against his shoulder blade so he’d be closer to you. “Please… Satori…. I want all of you…. Give me all of you.” You whispered against his lips, and Tendou felt his heart tug and swell. No matter how many times the two of you got down and dirty, he’d always feel like it was the first time – always feel like it was the very first time someone wanted him. Truly.

While the moment between the two of you was filled with heat and need, with lust and want, desire and fire, there was never a second that passed that Tendou wouldn’t appreciate the seconds he’d been graced with in your presence. You continued to kiss him, pressing your chest against his as best you could, your eyebrows furrowing as you tried to convey how much you loved him with all your heart through your kiss. And he felt it. Tendou smiled softly against your lips, his left hand reaching between your bodies and aligning his cock with your tight hole, “Anything… for you, ______.” He whispered quietly before moving his hips forward and feeling your walls squeezing every single inch of him as he entered you. Your back arched into his chest and you couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped your lips. You had said you wanted all of him, after all… That meant to the hilt.

“Fuck….” You whispered, and he chuckled quietly before pushing up so his arms were extended on either side of your head. You whined and stared up at his flushed face, your hands moving from his hair and back to rest on his shoulders, just barely. “Satori….” You moaned, biting your bottom lip roughly as you felt his hips move ever so slightly against yours, his length reaching places inside you never knew existed. You frowned and sat up on your elbow, trying to ignore the way this position made you suddenly see stars every time you blinked, your other hand reached up to the back of his head and you fell back onto his dorm bed, pulling him down to press his body against you. “I said all of you.” You smiled, pulling his head down and crashing his lips against yours.

Tendou let out a shaky exhale into your mouth at your determination to have his body rubbing against yours, the contact made his heart do flips inside his chest, and all he wanted to do was make you scream his name. Over and over again. “______.” Tendou moaned quietly as he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes hooded as your walls squeezed him every moment he moved inside you. “You’re squeezing the life out of me.” Tendou suddenly snapped his hips against yours, burying his cock inside you to the hilt once more. Your inhale was suddenly cut off from surprise and you stared up at him with a glazed look in your eye, and he felt the need to snap against you over and over. You threw your head back and moaned, his lips attaching to your neck and jaw once more, this new pace was going to be the death of you.

Suddenly there was a bright light being shone on your joined bodies, and, although neither of you noticed at first, it shone right in your eyes and made you flinch away. There was a scuffling and a single horrified gasp coupled with a confused, “S-Senpai, I can’t see anything.”

You gasped and pushed Tendou off of you, and the sudden force of your push caused him to lose balance, slide out of your hole, and fall on his ass on the floor. “What the fuck?” Was all he said before his eyes were on the open door of his dorm, “Ololo? This isn’t a free show!” He huffed as he got to his feet, not caring that he was entirely flashing his former teammates.

“You weren’t at practice this morning. We thought something had happened.” Ushijima said simply, his stoic expression as stoney as ever, even in the understanding of what it was they’d walked in on. “It’s not wise to skip practice. You still have a lot of work to do on your receives.” His monotone made you both want to yell at them to get out and also laugh at how nonchalant he was with what he’d just interrupted. Ushijima just didn’t give a damn.

“Wakatoshi~ Is now really such a good time to be lecturing me? About volleyball?” Tenou whined, moving to stand in front of your, now blanketed, form, smiling lazily at Semi’s highly offended face.

Ushijima nodded seriously, “Yes. How are you ever going to get better if you skip practice?”

“S-senpai? Can I look now? You’re hurting me.” Goshiki’s small voice made his appearance apparent, Semi had clamped his hands over the young boy’s eyes as soon as what Tendou and you had been doing was made clear. Tendou raised his arms above his head and stretched, giving you a very nice view of his, lanky, back muscles, and his adorable butt.

You didn’t get to stare at his cute butt for long before you were covering your face in embarrassment, using one hand to pull the blankets to completely cover you. “C-Can you possibly have this conversation some other time?” You piped up, feeling your face heat even more as all eyes focused on you, Tendou leaning backwards just to see your expression. “Kind of indecent here…” You huffed, now feeling more irritated than embarrassment.

Tendou noticed this and took it as an order to get everyone out of your business immediately, “Okay okay, everyone, it’s time to leave~. I’ll be down in the gym in a few….mmm hours?”

“You need to be down in the gym in a few minutes or you’re going to be doing seals for the next month.” Semi huffed, his eyebrows furrowing in frustration at having to censor Goshiki from this part of his team’s life.

“Ah~ Semi semi~ So harsh.” Tendou smiled playfully before walking towards them and shooing them out of the doorway, “Go on. I’ll be down in a few… minutes….” He agreed, holding his hands together in front of him when Ushijima gave him a warning glare, “I promise, Waka-chan!”

The door closed, the whining of Goshiki not seeing anything loud and clear as they walked down the hall. You kept the blankets wrapped around you and couldn’t hide the glare directed at your boyfriend as he turned to face you. “You can completely forget about continuing.” You huffed, leaning down from the bed and grabbing his discarded tshirt. You pulled it over your head before letting the blankets fall from you.

Tendou pouted, “Aw, come on, ______-chan~ It’s not my fault.” He whined, getting on his knees in front of you and laying his hands on your knees with his chin resting on top. He stared up at you with puppy eyes, his lips pulled into a begging pout.

“It so is your fault, Satori. You should have told them you weren’t going into practice today.” You huffed, forcing yourself not to look at his pout, knowing you’d only want to kiss it away.

“But what am I supposed to do with this then?” He asked, leaning back from your legs to show you his still erect dick.

You laughed, covering your mouth in surprise at your reaction, “You talked to them…. While still hard?” You giggled, having thought he’d gone soft while in the shock of the moment.

Tendou smiled mischievously up at you before pushing you back down on the bed, pressing his lips to your ear, “I was thinking about you the whole time, _______-chan…. Why don’t you help me~ and I’ll help you~?” His voice was heavy with need, once more, and you didn’t stop his large hand sneaking under his own shirt to cup and tweak your breast. “I’ll make it worth your while~.” He hummed happily when he felt your fingers find their way into his hair, tugging as a form of encouragement.

“You’re absolutely impossible.” You smiled when he pressed his lips to yours, getting back in position over your body. You were absolutely sure he’d miss practice regardless of Semi’s threat. Minutes would definitely turn into hours. And you knew the two of you would probably be missing today’s classes, as well.

This is so well done! It made me sigh with happy at him finding love and laugh when the boys broke in upon their love making!

Number 10 with my baby Tendou Satori !!!! Thank you babe !!

Tendou- #10 Secret Santa

Walking into his homeroom, Tendou’s eyes widened when they fell upon a prettily wrapped box sitting on his desk. Glancing around revealed no clues as to who’d left it.  Perhaps it was a mistake? Surely no one would leave him a gift; unless it was one of his teammates. An ironic smile flickered over his face as he convinced himself it was most likely a prank from Semisemi.

He sat down, picking up the present and tearing into the paper. As he popped the top open, his eyes bugged out. Nestled in tissue paper laid the latest edition of Shonen Jump along with a gift certificate to his favorite ice cream shop.

Merry Christmas, Tendou-san! I hope you enjoy these treats. The card, clearly homemade but well done, held no signature identifying the giver.

Ok, so it wasn’t from Semi. And it certainly wasn’t from Wakatoshi. Friendly as they were, the two boys had never bothered to get gifts for each other, much less for Christmas. And there was no way he’d hand make a card.

“What’s that, Tendou?” Ushijima asked nodding to the manga in the middle blocker’s hands as he set himself and his food tray down across the table from the red head later that afternoon.

“Apparently I have a Secret Santa to find,” Tendou replied tucking it and the certificate into his backpack. His smile was wide, eyes a bit brighter as he scanned the room quickly, but he failed to notice her watching him from behind a pillar on the other side of the cafeteria, a smile on her face when she saw his expression. While she wasn’t ready to come forward with her feelings just yet, bringing some cheer to Tendou’s holidays was enough for now.

Things You Already Know – Third Year!Kageyama Tobio

haiykuties:

Anonymous said:

OH MY GOD CAN WE HAVE SOMETHING SIMILAR TO 3RD YEAR HINATA AND PILLOW TALK BUT WITH 3RD YEAR KAGS INSTEAD?????

I am rewarding myself because I just finished the first two chapters of Pirate Book and I deserve it, dammit!

So here you have pillow talk with third year Kags!

Also I may or may not also do Tsukki and Yams dyou guys want me to do that?

Enjoy!

-Admin Jen

You lay on your bed, chest still heaving, the warmth of your boyfriend’s bare chest pressed against your equally bare back, his arms circling your middle. You felt his breath on your neck, his chin resting on your shoulder as he basked in your presence.

“Tobio,” you called. “Are you still awake?”

He groaned in response, tightening his hold on your waist. You let out a soft laugh, reaching back to ruffle his hair. He let out a small squeak, sacrificing one of his arms to bat away at you.

“No, come back,” you whined, grabbing said arm and putting it back around you, sighing upon regaining your source of heat. “That’s better,” you said, nodding in approval.

“You shouldn’t have touched my hair then, dumbass,” he told you fondly, tracing a pattern on your stomach.

“Wow, I’ve been upgraded,” you teased back. “I’m very honored.”

“Shut up.” He poked your stomach, eliciting a squeal from you. “By the way,” he started a little awkwardly, “the chocolates were delicious. Thank you.”

You smiled, half out of satisfaction, half out of pure joy. You weren’t deaf. You knew what the other girls in your year said about your boyfriend. That he had always been cute, but he somehow got even cuter over the past two years. That he was even hotter playing volleyball because his arms were out for the world to see, toned and beautiful after years and years of setting. That his brooding expression made him look so cool but his smile was even better now that he had learned how to.

It was almost ridiculous how oblivious he was to all of this.

You also knew that he had rejected every single girl that came to him with Valentine’s chocolate that day, saying that he only wanted them from one person. You had given them to him at the end of the day, after volleyball practice, and then invited him to your house since your parents were out.

He had told you about the chocolates, and about how he only needed yours, and you had ravished him then and there. He had responded eagerly, knowing exactly which buttons to push to get you writhing underneath him in pleasure. It was a familiar routine to both of you, and one that you wouldn’t trade for the world.

“I’m looking forward to your White Day contribution, if you’re even going to remember,” you joked, flipping around so that you were facing each other. He tilted his head to the side.

“Of course I will,” he replied, completely serious. “But you already knew that.”

“Oh?” you challenged. “so tell me, Kageyama Tobio-kun. What else do I already know?”

“That I think you’re smart, and beautiful, and that you’re too good for me,” he listed, stroking your hair. “But I don’t understand why you need me to tell you that since you obviously already know it.”

You smiled brightly at him, pulling him down by his neck so that his face was level with yours, and pressed his lips to yours.

“I like hearing you say it,” you said after pulling away.

“Then I’ll say it more,” Kageyama declared, a determined glint in his eyes.

You laughed, leaning up to kiss him again. He lifted you up then, shifting so that your back was flat against the mattress and he lay on top of you, cradling your face in his hands as he captured your lips in a searing kiss.

“I love you,” you whispered in between kisses.

“I love you too,” he replied. “But you already knew that.”

You smiled. “Yes, I did.”

Awwww!!! This is so precious Jen!! And YES please do one for salty (Tsukki) and sweet (Yams)!!