#tobio

With strained politeness, he gave the camera a side-eye before looking back at the reporter, standing at a sensible distance. “Hi.”

“A fan on Twitter asked what you like doing for your cheat days, if you even have those?” she asked excitedly with a bright, practised grin. She held the microphone up to Kageyama’s face, which had morphed into something confused and slightly… angry?

“I would never cheat on my partner, there will be no cheat days,” he answered decisively, practically stomping his foot for emphasis and hands clutched into fists at his sides. “And I will not take any more questions of that nature.”

The reporter was left a little speechless, gaping at the athlete and stunned by the realisation that the misunderstanding had insulted the man she was tasked with interviewing. “I’m so sorry, that’s not-“

“It’s fine. But no more questions about my partner, please. We’re very happy together.”

The reporter took a deep breath, settling into a calmer smile and nodding in agreement. “The fans will be glad to hear that, Kageyama. How about the game today? Anything you feel went particularly well?”

Happy that the topic moved on, Kageyama answered like he usually would, completely unaware of how many times he would have to relive this misunderstanding in the future, from you showering him in kisses when he got home to his teammates sharing the clip in their group chat for laughs.

He might've been confused, but at least he had good intentions.

imagine leaving hickeys all over tobios neck, he isn't used to anything like this and definitely has a sensitive neck.

He sits on your bed leaning back on his hands completely unsure what to do. Small breaths leaving him as his eyes flutter he doesn't know what to do with the slight tinge of pain he feels when you nip at his skin, lightly biting down or even sucking harshly into his skin creating heavily pigmented marks.

You love how they look on his rather fair and pale skin, only stopping to take a look at your boyfriend his face red and his heart racing. You look at him only to see those gorgeous deep blue eyes staring right back at you, his pupils blown wide and his eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

There was a small pout lingering on his face he enjoyed what you were doing alot more than he'd let on. You kissed him deeply moaning lightly into the kiss as one of his hands lifted from the bed to wrap around your hip. He let shaky mewls fall straight into your mouth, you pull away from the kiss slowly biting his lower lip with a grin and a giggle.

He groaned at the small laugh you let out, turning away and leaving his neck wide open for you to attack some more. You did just that, licking and biting at his neck kissing gently and blowing on his ear. Surprisingly that flustered him more than you thought, a strangulated noise leaving him as he pushes you away lightly. He covered his face with his arm as his breaths were quick and timid.

10.30 - kinktober day seventeen ִ ࣪𖤐 hair pulling , ft. tobio kageyama

there was nothing uncommon about the position you were in. some shitty movie was playing on low volume in the background as you scrolled through your phone, kageyama’s head resting on your stomach as you absentmindedly ran your hands through his hair. 

you’d pulled your hands away for a second, just a second, and immediately his head turned to look at you, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wide in betrayal and confusion. “why did you stop?” 

you laughed. “tobio i’m just moving my arm. i can keep playing with your hair, i just moved for a second.”

“it feels good, keep going. please.” 

“sure thing, your highness.” 

“not funny.” “it’s a little funny, tobio.” “no.” 

he sighed contently at the tangle of your fingers and the slight scrapes of your nails against his scalp. “i just missed you, i missed how you touch me.” 

“tobio i saw you a few days ago.” “yeah, and that’s too long.” 

you breathed out a soft laugh, his eyes drifting up to meet yours. “please?” you turned your head in question, unsure of what he was asking for. “just pull. please.” 

your face flushed pink, your hands stilling in his hair. “yn please.”

you pulled your bottom lip slowly between your teeth, gnawing at the skin a little in contemplation. he held eye contact with you, sliding up the fabric of your his shirt just enough to reveal the skin of your abdomen, pressing soft kisses against your skin down your chest to the waistband of your pants. he licked a stripe at the base of your pants, his tongue poking past the fabric ever so slightly– just enough to make you suck in a sharp breath. 

he gently parted your thighs with his hands, looking up at you for permission. you wrapped your hands in his hair once more, making slight fists to gently tug at the roots. a crooked grin broke out on his face and his eyes squinted slightly in surprise and admiration. he slid your pants down your thighs, lifting your hips in the process. once he got them off and discarded them somewhere on the floor he brought his lips back up to your core, lightly tapping the tip of his nose against your clit. his eyes raked up your body, torn between the movement of your tits at the arch of your back and the look of pleasure on your face. he licked a slow stripe up your core and your knuckles tightened in his hair, eliciting a moan to vibrate from his throat and through your body where you were connected. 

he dipped his tongue inside of you, slowly trailing his fingers up the inside of your thigh to your pussy. he pushed the tips of his middle and ring finger into your weeping hole, tongue moving up to circle your throbbing clit. with every twitch of his tongue and twist of his fingers your eyes screwed shut even more, and your grip on his hair tightened. 

his pace picked up, lapping up everything he could get from you until you were reaching your orgasm, tobio letting out a soft whimper against your core at the feeling of you clamping down on his sensitive setter fingers. he glued his eyes to your body, watching you respond to your oncoming orgasm. 

your back arched, toes curling down into the bedsheets and your grip on his hair was white-knuckled. he moaned loud when you tightened your fists, fucking his fingers faster into you and circling your clit with the flexed tip of his tongue until you were crying out and collapsing back down against the sheets, struggling to regain your composure and catch your breath. 

kageyama was panting just as hard as you were, eyebrows furrowed and eyes clamped shut as he rested his forehead against your thigh, slightly wincing when he shifted his hips. 

“what’s wrong, are you okay tobio?”

“yeah, i’m fine.” “are you sure, you don’t look fine.” 

“no no i’m good, i just… need to change my pants.” he sat up and your eyes shot right down to the large wet patch on his sweatpants. his face flushed. “sorry.” 

“don’t apologize. can i help you clean it up?” you smiled, mischief glimmering in your eyes. you pulled his sweatpants down just enough to free his already half-hard-again cock, taking the tip of it in your hand and beginning slow strokes. “if you let me ride you i’ll keep my hands in your hair.” 

“deal.”

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⋆. 𐙚˚- 𝑩𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅 '𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒑 𝒔𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆' 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒂 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅.

𝐊𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐨, 𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐊𝐞𝐢, 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 𝐓𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐨, 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐊𝐨𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐞, 𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐮, 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞.

⋆. 𐙚˚-𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

𝐊𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐨

You stood in front of the mirror, rolling up your sleeve just enough to flex your arm—where your slight but earned muscle peeked through. Snap taken.

"Let's see if you'll copy this one."

You sent it to Kageyama, half-expecting radio silence. He wasn't exactly the selfie type.

But a few minutes later, your phone buzzed.

There he was. Serious face. Flexing in front of a mirror in his practice jersey, sleeve pushed up. No caption—just pure Kageyama.

Then, another message followed.

"That's pretty good."

"Mine's still better though."

You could picture the flush on his face as he sent it. Competitive, flustered, and trying so hard not to show he was impressed by your muscles.

𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐊𝐞𝐢

You snapped a mirror pic, flexing just enough to show the definition in your arm—not huge, but definitely there.

"Since you like to act unbothered, let's see you copy this one."

You didn't expect a quick reply. Maybe a sarcastic text. But instead—ding.

Snap: Tsukishima in his room, brows raised, flexing one arm in the most deadpan way possible. The lighting was terrible. He clearly did it just to prove a point.

"Wow. So intimidating."

"Should I call the police?"

But you noticed his subtle smirk, and the fact that he did roll up his sleeve. He saw the muscle. He noticed.

And even if he wouldn't admit it—he was impressed. In his own salty little way.

𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 𝐓𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐨

You struck a mirror pose, flexing your slightly toned bicep with pride. Not massive, but firm enough to show off.

"Let's see if the self-proclaimed king of flexing can top this."

You barely had time to set your phone down before his reply came through.

Snap: Kuroo, already shirtless, striking a classic gym-rat flex in front of the mirror, one brow cocked, hair messier than usual. His bicep definitely looked impressive—but the caption was what got you.

"You rang?"

"Nice try though I'm impressed of your little muscles"

You scoffed. Little muscle?

You fired back a middle-finger emoji, and he immediately sent another snap—same flex, this time blowing a kiss.

𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐊𝐨𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐞

You took the snap while flexing with just enough pride to show off your slightly defined arm.

"Bet you won't copy this one."

You didn't expect much from Kenma—maybe a "lmao" or a read receipt and nothing else.

But then, surprisingly, ping.

Snap: Kenma, in his hoodie, arm barely pulled out, flexing in the most unimpressed way possible. His face was blank, but his eyes had that subtle challenge.

"This is dumb."

"But I’m stronger than I look."

You zoomed in. Okay, yeah—there was a hint of tone in his arm.

You smirked, texting back:

"Not bad, gamer boy."

He replied:

"I've been carrying the team. What did you expect?"

"Yeah right."

𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐮

You snapped a mirror pic, flexing just enough to show off the light muscle you’d been proud of lately.

"Let's see if the 'Great King' can handle this challenge."

Oikawa's reply came fast—too fast.

Snap: perfect lighting, shirt half-off, arm flexed like he was in a magazine shoot. He angled the camera just right to make his bicep pop. And of course, the expression? Smoldering.

Caption:

"You think I wouldn’t rise to the occasion?"

"Also, your form's cute. 8/10. Needs more sparkle."

You groaned and laughed at the same time.

He followed up with:

"Wanna come compare in person, baby?"

You rolled your eyes. Smooth. Over-the-top. Peak Oikawa.

𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢

You sent the snap with a smug grin—arm flexed, muscle just barely showing, but enough to feel proud.

"Let's see if the gym rat can match this."

You figured Iwaizumi would respond—he was too competitive not to. Sure enough, a minute later:

Snap: Iwaizumi in the gym mirror, sweat still fresh, sleeve rolled up as he flexed his very real bicep without even trying. He looked at the camera like he knew he won.

Caption:

"Cute. You've got potential."

"But don't challenge your trainer unless you'are ready to lose."

Your stomach flipped. Okay, that was hot.

You replied with:

"I'll lose if you let me."

And his response?

"No promises."

KAGEYAMA WAS NOT COMPARING HINATA TO KORAI HOSHIUMI TO MAKE HINATA FEEL BAD ABOUT HOW HE PLAYS.

HE SAID IT BECAUSE HE KNOWS THAT HINATA IS MOTIVATED TO BE THE BEEEEEEEEEEST.

A common theme throughout this manga is that most of the characters are still teenagers and very young. Their bodies are still growing and developing, and Kageyama knows that more than anyone. He's basically saying, 'Hoshiumi is good, but you could be better.' He is more aware than anyone of how good a player Hinata is and how good he can become. He's not trying to crush Hinata's spirit; he's trying to set it ablaze with more passion and motivation to be the best, to be the next LITTLE GIANT.

He is also very MUCH AWARE OF THE LITTLE EXPERIENCE THAT HINATA HAS COMPARED TO HOSHIUMI AND HOW FAR HE HAS COME AND IS WILLING TO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pairing: kageyama tobio x reader

Genre: slight angst to fluff

Summary: kageyama, who is used to no one showing up for his games, gets a complete shock to see you up in the crowds, and completely whiffs his serve(loser)

Wc: 1085

A/n: hate it. Thats all :) im still not sure if i like the new divider.also i found it on pin so thats why i haven’t credited anyone. Theres still so much stuff in my notes app it’s so annoying omd.

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A MATTER OF TIME .

feat: a haikyuu kageyama tobio x f!reader university au smau.

synopsis ꩜ you told yourself "relationships weren't your thing" for quite some time now, but fate seems to always get in your way of things. it just so happened to crash in your university's volleyball team.

tags ꩜ lowkey self-indulgent, cursing, kys jokes, threat jokes, sexual jokes, academicweapon!reader, somewhatdepressed!reader, overworking!reader, mutual pining, slowburn, tags will be added as we go along

status ꩜ ongoing, taglist open !

writers note ꩜ first smau woohoo !! thank you @jellissante for the inspo, and @liyue @whenandfromanotherworld nd @akaashiit to review/help me through the planning! the smau name is based off laufey's album, a matter of time, but since reader is a mitski enthusiast the headers will be mitski songs/albums. SLOW + INCONSISTENT UPDATES ! comment if you'd like to be added to the taglist ! sigh i love my baby kageyama so much..., ALSO I LOVE LIKES AND COMMENTS AND REBLOGS SUPER APPRECIATED please do it makes my day okay.

friend groups - homosexuals and [name] | krsn elite cool squad

a chapter with '꩜'. next to it means there are written portions !

PAGE 1: THERE'S NOTHING LEFT FOR YOU

i. bro i will hit you

ii. himbos playing volleyball ꩜

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PAGE 2: FIRST LOVE/LATE SPRING

PAGE 3: MY LOVE MINE ALL MINE

PAGE 4: ONCE MORE TO SEE YOU

Haikyuu!! Feb 2024 Magazine

Translation:

—"The type of setter I aspire to be is one who expands the hitters' options."