Pride
Kageyama x Ushijima x Reader WC: 4.2k Warning level: Suggestive, not explicit Summary: You celebrated your birthday with your best friends the night before, but something happened that might change the course of your friendship for good.
A/N: Yeah, itâs been a long time since Iâve written anything⊠Iâm still working on my writerâs block and just finding time in general. I had a lot of fun with this one so I hope you enjoy reading it <3
Ushijima
Something was different. Ushijima could feel it.
He could feel it in the way his alarm woke him up in the morning, though heâd always woken up at six fifteen. He could feel it in the way he sat on the edge of his bed, rubbing his eyes until he felt awake enough to walk to the bathroom. He felt it in the way his favorite socks rolled onto his feet, the way his shoes felt hitting the asphalt on the way to the gym. He could feel it in the way he was walking, the way each foot hit the ground.
It was all the same, but at the same time, it felt so different.
Though heâd thought about it this morning, Ushijima never missed a day of working out, not even during off season. He woke up everyday at exactly six fifteen in the morning and arrived at the gym no later than seven oâclock. Any later and the gym would be packed with loud, obnoxious gym rats who always felt the need to start a conversation with him. He hated having to talk to them. He didnât like conversations with random people generally, but when he was there to work out, he just wanted to work out and go back home.
As his fingers gripped the cold bar of the handle to the entrance of the gym, he checked the time. Seven oâclock on the dot. Everything was exactly as it should be, exactly as it had always been.
And yet, it felt so different.
Images from the night before kept creeping into his mind as they had been all morning. Perhaps that was what made the day feel off. Perhaps the physical memories of fingertips tracing along his skin was what made everything feel so different.
He wasnât at all a heavy drinker. In fact, he didnât really drink much in general, but last night was a special occasion. A very special occasion. So special that it was still affecting him the next day. Parts of the night seemed almost like a blur, almost like they didnât happen and he began to think that he might have imagined it.
He looked down at his legs as he sat on the bench of his favorite machine. He was wearing shorts. He always wore shorts when he worked out. This time though, as he stared at the black nylon, he knew that under those shorts was all the proof he needed that he hadnât imagined last night. He noticed it when he changed into his pajamas the night before. A small, purple mark, formed by lips heâd never felt on that part of him before, the reminder that last night most definitely happened.
With a heavy sigh, he shook his head and added weights to the bar before lying down to begin his first set.
Kageyama
Kageyama blushed at the thought of your underwear as he looked down at his phone. He remembered exactly how it looked as it slowly slipped down your legs, the light purple lace raising goosebumps on your skin before it was tossed to the floor. A quiet chill ran over his body which forced his eyes closed as he took a deep breath.
âTobio Kageyama!â A loud voice called through the cafe.
Kageyama stepped over to the counter quickly and grabbed his carrot, apple, and celery juice before moving to an empty seat facing the window. Since heâd woken up, his thoughts hadnât moved far from what took place last night.
It was your birthday yesterday and just like the previous three years, you celebrated it with Kageyama and Ushijima, your two closest friends. It was a regular night, a very normal night for the three of you, but at some point, things shifted and Kageyama couldnât seem to understand when that happened.
He would be lying if he didnât admit that he had always sort of had a thing for you. It was how you had initially met, afterall. And after a slightly botched first date, you both remained friends. Ushijima joined in a few weeks later and soon your little pack was complete.
Things would most certainly be different now. Something happened last night that ensured that things could never really go back to how they were before, but Kageyama wasnât sure that he wanted them to.
Kageyama looked at himself through the reflection in the window. He didnât look as tired as he felt. He felt drained, but his reflection showed a completely different feeling. He looked awake, bright, he even had a slight blush to his cheeks which only deepened as his mind, once again, drifted to the night before.
Was this the face that Ushijima was looking at? Were these the eyes that held his gaze so intensely before he leaned in closer? Kageyama had never seen that look in Ushijimaâs eyes. In all the practices, all the games, all the nights out having fun, heâd never seen the intensity he had the night before and it was all Kageyama could think about.
You
Five hours and twenty-nine minutes. Thatâs how long it had been since you closed your apartment door after Ushijima and Kageyama left the night before. And for all five hours and twenty-nine minutes, youâd thought of nothing but them.
It wasnât like you were short on things to be doing. The state of your apartment was quite disgusting and cleaning it had certainly taken up a lot of time, but it wasnât doing anything as far as a mental distraction and that was what you desperately needed.
You were very familiar with Ushijimaâs strict schedule and knew that he would be awake early regardless of the fact that he left your apartment at two oâclock in the morning. Why couldnât he have just stayed? The thought of both of these men being the first thing you woke up to, your body sandwiched between theirs, Kageyamaâs light fingertips tracing circles over your hip while warm air from Ushijimaâs quiet breathing brushed over your neck. It was enough to keep you in bed just to dream about.
But they didnât stay the night.
They both left early, possibly confused and needing time away. You certainly did. That is, until the feeling of your empty bed provided a perfect storm for your mind to race until the only thing you could think about was them being next to you.
It was a difficult situation because while you wanted to repeat last night, again and again, and you were fairly certain they did too, you really just missed your friends. Because who else did you tell your most amazing news to than your best friends? It became complicated when that amazing news was about your best friends. This was what led you to lie in your bed until an appropriate time to send an unrelated message to open up the floor for conversation. A tactic that usually worked any time two of you would fight.
Ushijima
The loud buzz of his phone had Ushijima setting his weights down again to check his messages.
Dinner. With you and Kageyama.
Ushijima stared down at the message. Everyone had read it, based on the little notification at the bottom, everyone saw it, but no one said anything. Did that mean Kageyama didnât want to see them? What if it was something Ushijima did? Maybe he took things too far and now Kageyama wasnât going to talk to him anymore and he would lose his best friends.
Were they still only friends at this point?
Even if they never did anything like that again, they would still need to talk about it, right? Was Ushijima the only one that felt something worth talking about?
He set his phone down on the bench next to him and let out a heavy sigh, brushing his hands over his face. His hands were rough, and big and werenât really gentle. Not like yours or Kageyamaâs. Kageyama didnât have small hands, but they felt more delicate than Ushijimaâs. Softer even.
Ushijimaâs mind filled with images of the night before. The way Kageyamaâs hands delicately ran along your hip, the way they slowly slipped your t-shirt from your body, the way they tangled in your hair as he kissed you. His movements were always so tender, so gentle with the way he touched you.
Whatsmore, when Kageyama noticed him watching, he smiled lightly before moving those gentle fingers to Ushijimaâs jaw, then neck, then chest. Heâd never been touched so softly before. He had certainly had girlfriends but none of them brushed their fingertips along his skin in the way Kageyama did. Light, skimming grazes across his jaw had Ushijima swallowing hard. Call it a moment of weakness or whatever it was, but it took no thought for him to reach forward, grip the back of Kageyamaâs neck and roughly push his lips to his. He knew it was rough. He was always too rough. But the way those gentle fingers moved from his cheek to his waist, he might have gotten even rougher.
Ushijima cringed as he gripped at the front of his hair before picking his towel up from next to him on the bench and twisting it in his hands. Maybe he had been too rough, too forward, and now Kageyama didnât want anything to do with him. Would this ruin their friendship? What if it affected their teamwork? Would he really never speak to him again over a kiss? It was a lot more than a kiss, but he didnât even want to think about it.
His attention was pulled as his phone vibrated on the bench next to him and he looked down to see what it was. A message in the group chat. Ushijimaâs eyes quickly ran over the text and he smiled.
Kageyama
âShit. Fuck. Shit.â Kageyama dropped his phone to the table and rubbed his forehead. The lady at the table next to him was with her young son and Kageyama quickly went red. âSorry.â
It wasnât like he didnât want to meet you and Ushijima, but he was sure he needed more time to think about how he was feeling. The way you casually asked made it seem like last night was nothing to you. And then Ushijima didnât even respond. Maybe he didnât want to see him. Maybe last night only felt like something to Kageyama.
Kageyama always had a little something for you, but he never knew how to take it further and if he was being honest, he really did enjoy your friendship. But after last night, things wouldnât be that easy to ignore anymore, not with you but especially not with Ushijima.
Kageyama was really taken by surprise when Ushijima kissed him. It wasnât like they werenât headed in that direction, the three of them were all in your bed, but it still took him by surprise. Perhaps the surprise was less to do with the fact that Ushijima did it and more to do with the fact that Kageyama liked it as much as he did.
They were teammates and had been friends for some time, but this was different. This wasnât just teammates being teammates or friends being friends, this was so much more. Kageyama felt so much more than that. The way Ushijima grabbed Kageyama from on top of you and pulled him into his arms before crashing their lips together had Kageyamaâs heart racing in the little cafe he was sitting in.
Thoughts of Ushijima possibly regretting what he did flooded Kageyamaâs mind and he sat up quickly as he thought about it. What if Ushijima didnât want to take things that far? It would be strange, but Ushijima was a strange guy. Kageyama always found him slightly difficult to read because his expressions were very baseline, never getting too excited in either direction. It was also entirely possible that Ushijima had been hiding feelings he might have had for Kageyama this whole time.
âDonât be stupid.â Kageyama bit his lip, trying to hide the smile that was forming on his face. It wasnât worth thinking about because whether Ushijima had feelings for Kageyama all along or not didnât matter. What mattered was now and whether those feelings Ushijima had for Kageyama, matched Kageyamaâs feelings for Ushijima.
You
It had been ten minutes since you moved from your spot in the shower. You were doing a great job being productive, but the peaceful, reflective place in the shower took that away immediately. You couldnât get your head on straight. No matter what you did, the image of Kageyama tightly gripping the waistband of Ushijimaâs jeans was burned onto the backs of your eyelids.
You were really hoping they didnât notice how much you were staring, but even in the moment, it was impossible not to. They were beautiful. You knew them completely, totally, inside and out. You could predict what they would say, when they would say it, even how they would say it. Yet this was a side of them you had never seen before. And if you were being honest, you desperately wanted to see it again.
âGod why do you have to be so creepy when you stare?â You covered your face as your cheeks began heating at the memory.
The night had definitely taken a turn from where you expected it to go. You knew you would be drinking, but youâd definitely been drunk with them before. Where exactly the night changed was difficult to figure out. After stumbling into your apartment with Kageyama and Ushijima, it didnât take long for things to heat up.
The specifics were hazy, not that you were so drunk because neither one of you were all that far gone, but the haziness came from confusion. You were confused as to how it all started and you were so confused as to how it never happened before. One moment you were sitting on your couch, laughing with the guys, the next your lips were on Kageyamaâs.
Luckily you realized what you had done and pulled away, but that was only briefly until Kageyama pulled you back in. You honestly had no idea how long you were kissing, but it was long enough for Ushijima to get up from the couch, preparing to leave. That didnât happen though because as soon as he stood, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and kissed him.
âWhat a mess,â you mumbled to yourself, finally turning off the water.
Ushijima
Ushijima looked down at the photo with a small smile. It was the three of you from last night in the bar. Ushijima stood in between the two of you, his arms around your shoulders. He was always in between the two of you, but it was a place he enjoyed being. He felt comfortable there. The three faces in the photo smiled up at him. You were all smiling. Even Ushijima. He never really liked smiling in photos. Honestly, he never really smiled all that much in general, but there was something about you and Kageyama that always managed to bring the smile out for him. You were different from other people. You and Kageyama were special to him.
His eyes moved from his own smile to yours and then Kageyamaâs. It occurred to him that Kageyama didnât smile much at practice either. It was something about the three of you together that just worked. He noticed Kageyamaâs hand resting on the back of his head in the photo and it forced a gasp from him which made him quickly turn to make sure no one heard. It was a feeling he knew now. A feeling that maybe heâd felt before, but now he could never forget.
The way Kageyamaâs quiet breaths began coming out in whines, his gentle fingers gripping onto Ushijimaâs hair as he pushed him further and further. Not only could he not forget, he didnât want to. He loved the memory. More than the memory, he loved being with Kageyama in that way and that assured something in himself that he had been questioning all morning.
He was sure that he had feelings for you and feelings for Kageyama. And these feelings were not in the way they used to be.
Ushijima quickly saved the photo to his phone and grabbed his towel, ready to head back home to shower. Before he reached the gym doors, he pulled out his phone again, staring at the photo of the three of you. With a smile, he set the photo as his background image and headed home.
Kageyama
Kageyama did his best not to bump into the people passing him on the sidewalk as he looked down at his phone. They did look really happy in the photo. But thatâs how they always were together, happy. Kageyamaâs eyes wandered to his shoulder where he could see Ushijimaâs hand resting comfortably and it immediately sent his mind to the night before.
Ushijima was bigger, taller, and heavier than Kageyama. Having his warm hands touching him felt better than he thought it would. Not that heâd ever thought about Ushijima in that way. It wasnât that he never thought about it, it had come up a few times randomly, but their relationship wasnât like that and Kageyama chalked the thought up to being stressed. Now though, he knew what it felt like and it was better than any of those thoughts.
It wasnât just Ushijimaâs touch either. Your touch felt amazing to him as well. You werenât as big as Ushijima was but the contrast was nice. It was a complicated situation, one which none of you had talked about yet. Even though Kageyama was not the one who was inside you at all last night, there was a strange sense of satisfaction at seeing you with Ushijima. He actually enjoyed watching you both together, but not in the way that he wanted to see you both together without him. He wanted to be with you and he wanted to be with Ushijima. Both of you. Together. Making both of you feel good and seeing both of you happy.
You
Why you were standing in front of your mirror with, most likely, expired makeup and applying it with dirty brushes and old techniques was beyond you. Yet you really felt the urge to try hard tonight. It wasnât like you never wore makeup, but you certainly didnât go all out like you were now. It wasnât even just the makeup either. You had pulled out several different outfits, hating all of them and even considered going out to buy a new one. All for literally one night. You knew why you were doing this though.
Ushijima had surprised you last night. Honestly, both of them had. But while Kags did surprise you, it was nothing like how Ushi did. Youâd seen a lot of different sides to these guys over the years, but last night was a new one. Ushijima had always been the quiet one of the group, always following around you and Kags with whatever you wanted to do. He never complained, never really spoke up for the things he wanted, just always going along with you happily. Last night was not like that.
Last night, Ushijima had a quiet dominance. It wasnât even dominance so much as confidence, like he knew what he wanted and was going to get it. The way he whispered in your ear, the way he pulled you into a kiss, the way he asked you to take off your jeans. You knew you wanted more. And you thought that somehow makeup and new clothes would help get you there.
Ushijima
It wasnât like you never chatted privately, it just didnât happen often. Not to mention the fact that the three of you all planned to meet. So it hung in Ushijimaâs mind as to why Kageyama would message him privately.
Heâd spent the last thirty minutes trying to find something that felt comfortable. Everything seemed to be off all day and even the clothing that he normally loved, wasnât sitting right and Ushijima was annoyed. Kageyama asking him this random question only furthered his discomfort.
He glanced back down at his phone, half expecting Kageyama to explain why he was messaging privately, but he knew he wouldnât. That wasnât something Kageyama did. He said heâd explain, but Ushijima knew that after he got his answer, his incentive to answer Ushijimaâs question was no longer there. It didnât matter though, he was nearly at the restaurant at that point and he picked up his pace a bit.
Kageyama
Panic filled Kageyamaâs body as he looked at the text. This was a normal reaction, right? You spontaneously have sex with your best friends the night before, unsure of your feelings and their feelings, and now youâre seeing them for the first time since then. This was panic, but it was a normal panic. An understandable panic.
He took a deep breath and swallowed heavily. Maybe he wasnât panicking , but he was certainly nervous. He looked up from his phone and saw Ushijima rounding the corner. Thatâs when it hit him. Full-force, like a bat to his gut, the wind was forced from his lungs and he froze.
Last night may have been a spontaneous event, but Kagemaya now realized that he didnât want it to be an isolated event. He didnât want it to be an accident that only happened once and they never spoke about it until some time in the future when they were all in relationships with other people and theyâd nearly forgotten that it ever happened at all. No. Maybe Kageyama didnât plan last night, but it was most certainly not something he wanted to only happen once.
Upon seeing Ushijima, Kageyama realized that he wanted Ushijima in more ways than one and as Ushijima reached him, smiling a smile that not many people got to see, Kageyama grabbed his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. And not just any kiss. This was a deep, slow, romantic kiss that, for the briefest moment, made time stand still for the two of them.
You
That was strange. You did have a tendency to run a little late, but this time was nothing compared to usual. Sometimes you could be thirty minutes late without realizing it. Not the greatest habit, but you really couldnât help it sometimes. This time, youâd been so nervous all day that you were only running a couple minutes late because you couldnât find your shoe. Honestly, you were sure that Kageyama didnât realize just how close to âabout to leaveâ you were. You might as well head down there and surprise them.
You stuffed your phone in your pocket and opened the front door. Ready to step out, you gasped as you were met with a wall of Kageyama and Ushijima in your doorway. Seriously, you werenât that late. They had to come all the way up here to get you?
You were about to make a face at them for not believing you until your eyes made their way down to the space just in between the two men. In the small space between their bodies were their hands clasped tightly. Before you had the chance to say anything, Kageyama stepped into your apartment, pulling Ushijima with him. Just as he was about to walk past you, he stopped and leaned into you, whispering into your ear.
âWe have a lot to talk about.â
He quickly kissed your cheek and made his way to your couch, still pulling Ushijima behind him, who then gently grasped your hand, tugging you closely to follow.
