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nsfw tags: overstimulation, dacryophilia, cunninglingus, edging, begging, dom/sub themes, light degradation, etc. 

“you're crying again," izuru noted, his voice flat as his red eyes flicked down to the tears streaking your cheeks. his fingers traced the wet trails with detached curiosity, as if cataloguing the sensation for future reference. you shuddered under his touch; cold and almost synical. how did you even get into this position? 

the bed creaked faintly as he shifted, his long hair pooling around you both like spilled ink. "does it hurt?" he questioned, though his tone suggested he already knew the answer. 

your breath hitched, fingers twisting into the sheets as his other hand trailed lower, deliberate and unhurried. the contrast between his impassive gaze and the heat coiling low in your stomach was maddening. not only that, but the pace he touched you at was brutally slow, and he knew that. 

"p-please.." you whimpered, arching into his touch despite yourself. he tilted his head, analyzing the way your body reacted, the way your voice broke around his name. in a way, it was all data to him, another variable in an equation he'd long since solved. 

yet, when his thumb pressed just shy of where you needed him most, between the walls and the bundle of nerves that sent shocks throughout your whole body, you sobbed, overstimulated and trembling.

izuru exhaled, almost bored. "you're predictable," he murmured, but his grip tightened around you, his fingers plunging in and out of your slick-coated walls had you quivering beneath him. "but... interesting."  it was the closest he'd ever come to praise.

his fingers curled inside you, slow and relentless, drawing another broken sob from your throat. his other hand traced lazy circles around your clit, never quite giving you what you needed; just enough to make your hips jerk uselessly against his palm.

"i-izuru - !”you choked out, nails digging into his forearm, but he didn’t react beyond a slight tilt of his head, watching your thighs tremble with detached fascination. in those red orbs of his, there was a hint of amusement, and a flicker of something much more. 

you were exposed in every way; bare beneath him while he remained fully clothed, his suit jacket still draped over his shoulders like armor. the contrast was humiliating: your skin flushed and glistening with sweat, your legs spread obscenely wide, while he looked pristine, untouched. his tie even remained perfectly knotted. for some reason, he liked (maybe even loved) seeing you like this the most, at your most vulnerable.

"say it properly." he commanded, his voice low. his fingers slowed to an agonizing crawl, and you whimpered, thrashing. 

“o-oh, pl-please .. please let me cum, izu ..!" you begged, voice cracking, a few tears spilling over your flushed cheeks. he paused, considering. then, with a satisfied hum, he nodded, his lips pressing behind your ear. 

“good girl.”

your vision whited out, back arching violently as pleasure tore through you in waves. izuru's fingers didn't stop, didn't relent, if anything he merely pressed deeper, curling in time with your convulsions as you sobbed, overstimulated and trembling. "how fascinating," he murmured, watching your thighs shake with clinical detachment. 

before you could catch your breath, his weight shifted. you let out a small squeal as he flipped you onto your back with effortless ease, spreading your legs wider before settling between them.

"w-what are you doing - ?" you stammered, beyond flustered, propping yourself back on your elbows, attempting to close your thighs. 

izuru didn’t reply at first, simply tilting his head as he studied the slick mess between your thighs, forcing them apart with his hands.

“don’t hide from me.” his comment sent shivers down your spine, his red eyes half - lidded as he gazed up at you from between your thighs, a thumb lowering to spread apart those tight, glistening folds. 

“you didn’t think we were finished, did you?”

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joint training camps were supposed to be exhausting. 

tadashi yamguchi expected sore muscles, loud gyms, and that suffocating feeling of competitive tension that developed around the teenage boys. what he didn’t expect was how often he’d find himself lingering in the hallways, phone in hand, waiting - whether consciously or not - for a familiar voice to cut through the noise that surrounded the gym. 

it began silently. 

“ my legs are killing me..” tadashi had groaned out to his teammates before sneaking off to find some privacy to rest while drills took place. he sat on the floor outside of the gym, back against the wall, phone resting loosely in his hand as he focused on the game he was playing. the hallway smelled faintly of sweat and cleaning supplies, the sound of volleyballs and shouts had fizzled out in the background. 

“oi.” 

tadashi jolted, stifling a gasp as he whipped his head back to find kyoutani kentaru standing over him. seijoh’s infamous “mad dog” was looming over him, hands shoved into his sweater’s pockets, his posture sluggish in contrast to his sharp eyes. there was a faint scowl on his face, as if he was already annoyed with whatever tadashi was about to say. 

“ y-yes..?” 

kyoutani glanced at the phone in his hands, jutting his chin towards the game. “what’s that?” 

tadashi matched his gaze, swallowing hard. was he talking about what he was playing? “oh, um, it’s just a game.” 

without warning, kyoutani crouched suddenly, practically invading tadashi’s space. tadashi’s shoulders tensed automatically, slightly startled by the sudden closeness. 

“ it looks boring,” kyoutani commented gruffly. 

“i mean, i-it’s like tetris. not really that exciting.” tadashi mumbled. heat creeped into his cheeks. so what if it was boring? it’s not like he had to play it. 

more absurdly, kyoutani didn’t move away. his gaze remained fixated on the screen. “why didn’t it clear?” 

and, that was how it began. 

by the third day, it wasn’t unusual to find kyoutani seated beside tadashi in the hallway every now and then, scowling at the screen as tadashi quietly explained on how to win in the tetris - like game. it wasn’t unusual, but it sure was strange enough that some of karasuno noticed. 

hinata, of course, was the first to say something. 

“there! with him! ya. ma. GUCHI!” hinata hissed loudly, crouching besides tsukishima at the corner. the two were trying to see what exactly this strange, random pairing were up to. “isn’t that the angry guy from seijoh? why’s he all buddy - buddy with him?” 

tsukishima pushed his glasses up. “yes, and if you keep screaming like that, we’ll never know.” he replied in that snarky yet cool tone that always made the orange-haired hitter narrow his eyes at the taller male. 

“jerk.” he grumbled, looking back at the pair. “ jeez, why’s he so close?” 

tsukishima watched kyoutani lean closer, his shoulder brushing tadashi’s, moving his face closer as if to analyze the screen to memory. 

“..that’s a good question.” 

meanwhile, tadashi was painfully aware of the kyoutani’s proximity. the warmth of his arm, the way his knee bumped into tadashi’s every time he got frustrated, his face dangerously close to his whenever he watched tadashi instruct him on how to play a certain game. 

“this thing cheats,” kyoutani snapped as the game ended, the little message on the bottom claiming he had no spaces left for his block. 

“ no, it doesn’t,” tadashi chuckled, a small smile taking over his features, “you just have to think ahead. i told you this before.” 

kyoutani glanced at him, those sharp eyes slightly blank. “you bite your lip when you think.” 

tadashi froze. “ wh-what? no, i don’t — i - i mean, do i?” 

“yeah.” kyoutani answered, looking back at the screen. although subtle, his voice had lowered to a murmur, as if he had just realized he said a thought out loud. “..it’s annoying.” 

“..sorr-.” “..don’t stop.” 

for reasons tadashi didn’t want to think about, his face burned. 

across the hallway, sugawara leaned toward daichi. “are they...flirting?” he questioned, partially in disbelief. this was kyoutani AND tadashi; complete opposites. 

daichi squinted, “honestly? i don’t think either of them knows.” 

on seijoh’s side, oikawa noticed something was off almost immediately. 

kyoutani wasn’t snapping at everyone. 

he was constantly disappearing during breaks, and when oikawa followed him once, he spotted him sitting on the floor with the karasuno’s pinch server, glaring at a phone like it was a rival. 

oikawa had gasped softly. “iwa-chan.. come look at this.” 

iwaizumi fought back an eye roll before glancing over. he assumed it was another one of oikawa’s antics again, but seemed confused at what oikawa nodded at. “since when have they been friends?” 

“ i dunno. don’t you think this might explain why he’s been so weird? now that he has a hallway friend, he’s been so calm..” 

iwaizumi blinked. “that’s worse.” 

kyoutani didn’t understand what was happening to him. 

he just knew that yamaguchi didn’t flinch when he snapped. he didn’t back away when he leaned too close. didn’t treat him like some problem that needed solving. and when yamaguchi smiled, a small, hesitant “i - don’t - know - if - this - is - right” smile, it made his chest tighten. 

of course, kyoutani was never one to hide his thoughts either. 

“why do you hang out with me?” kyoutani asked. it was hot outside, and their respective teams had just declared 15 minute breaks for everyone after hours of drills and practice games. 

tadashi paused mid-move, slowly turning to look at him. “..huh?” 

“you’ve got friends,” kyoutani muttered, glancing over at the karasuno team, where hinata was trying to run from kageyama after accidentally spiking a ball to his head. “why hang out with me? i know i’m not exactly the most … approachable.” 

tadashi seemed stunned at the question, his mouth going dry. he glanced down at his phone, a subtle way to avert his gaze and hide how red his cheeks had gotten. why did he hang out with kyoutani so much? was it because he makes an effort? tadashi was used to being dismissed and interrupted. for someone who chooses to hang out with him, time and time again — and to tadashi, that effort mattered. 

“.. because you stay.” 

kyoutani doesn’t answer. for reasons untold, he couldn’t bring himself to. one thing for certain, those three words had translated into” “i chose you”. for the first time, someone isn’t asking or telling him to be less, and kyoutani … he doesn’t know how to handle that. except, he stays. 

that night, tsukishima cornered tadashi near the vending machines. 

“you like him,” tsukishima said flatly, as he bought himself a soda. 

“WH-WHAT!?” tadashi choked on his own drink, coughing as he tried to process what the blonde had just said. 

“oh, please - you’re so obvious.” tsukishima smirked, “you smile. you lean in. you’re not constantly over-apologizing. and, you’re as red as a cherry.” 

tadashi groaned, covering his face, which was in fact burning up. “..please don’t tell anyone.”

tsukishima smiled smugly, clearly enjoying his friend’s embarrassment. what better emotional blackmail than this? “no promises.” 

on the final day of camp, everything felt heavier. 

the hallways were much quieter, bags lined the walls, and the feeling of something unfinished sat heavy in tadashi’s chest. 

he was staring at his phone, playing the same game he had when he was first approached by kyoutani, when a shadow loomed over him. 

“hey.”

kyoutani stood behind him, hands stuffed into his pockets, his eyes anywhere but on tadashi. 

“..you leaving?

tadashi seemed dazed momentarily, but quickly snapped back to reality. “oh, um, yeah..” 

silence stretched between them, and for a moment, nobody spoke. 

“..we can still play.” kyoutani mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. 

tadashi blinked, furrowing his brows. “like.. online?”

kyoutani nodded. “yeah, if you want.” 

”o-oh yeah, yeah of course. i’d like that,” tadashi replied, averting his own gaze, before returning his eyes onto him. 

this time, kyoutani finally met his eyes. 

“..i like you,” he blurted out, rough and unpolished. “and, i don’t know .. i don’t know what to do with that.” 

tadashi looked shocked, freezing in place. did he just .. did the mad dog just confess .. to him? kyoutani’s face appeared red, his gaze quickly darting away almost as if he was flustered. tadashi stepped closer, his own heart pounding. 

“.. i like you too.” 

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