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The rhythmic sound of volleyballs hitting the polished gym floor echoed through the empty gymnasium, blending with the faint hum of fluorescent lights. You sat by the wall near the entrance, arms crossed hugging your knees tight to your chest, watching as your boyfriend, Kageyama Tobio, practiced his sets with an intensity that bordered on obsession. The sweat on his forehead glistened under the lights, his sharp blue eyes locked onto an invisible target as he tossed the ball with precision.
You sighed, shaking your head. “You know, normal people go home after practice ends, right?”
Kageyama stiffened for half a second before catching the ball midair. He turned to face you, his expression unreadable as always. “If I leave now, my sets won’t be perfect tomorrow.”
You rolled your eyes but got up and stepped forward, pulling your jacket tighter around yourself. “You’re already one of the best setters out there. Don’t you think you deserve a break?”
He exhaled sharply, tossing the ball from one hand to the other. “I don’t have time for breaks.”
“Then I guess you won’t have time for this either,” you mused, pulling a sports drink from your bag. But instead of handing it over, you took your sweet time twisting the cap open, rolling the bottle between your fingers before bringing it to your lips. You took a slow sip, exaggerating the motion just a little, your eyes never leaving his.
Kageyama’s gaze flickered—first to your mouth, then back to the ball in his hands. His grip visibly tightened.
“What’s wrong?” you teased, tilting your head. “Losing focus? I thought you were the great King of the Court. Surely something as simple as a drink isn’t enough to throw you off.”
His jaw clenched, but he said nothing.
You let out a soft hum, stepping closer, close enough to catch the faint scent of sweat and sports detergent clinging to his jersey. “Maybe you like punishing yourself.” You trailed a finger along the condensation beading on the bottle’s surface. “Or maybe…” You took another sip, slower this time, before finally offering it to him. “You just like watching me.”
His breath hitched—so quiet you almost missed it—but his hesitation spoke volumes. When he finally took the bottle from your grasp, his fingers brushed yours, lingering just long enough to send a tiny spark up your spine.
He twisted the cap open with an almost irritated force, tipping the bottle back to take a long drink, but not before shooting you a pointed look. “…You’re annoying.”
You playfully grinned, liking the reaction you were getting out of him. “And yet, here you are, drinking my gift like a good boy.”
Kageyama nearly choked. You laughed.
Maybe getting through to him wouldn’t be so impossible after all.
Kageyama wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his ears tinged red as he shot you an unimpressed glare. “Don’t say weird things.”
You smirked, tilting your head. “Weird? I thought you liked being praised. Isn’t that why you get all sulky when people don’t acknowledge your sets?”
His grip on the bottle tightened. “I don’t get sulky.”
You gasped, placing a dramatic hand over your chest. “Oh, right, my bad. You get ‘deeply offended’ instead. Completely different.”
He exhaled sharply through his nose, muttering something under his breath before taking another sip, as if the drink could somehow drown out your teasing.
Not satisfied just yet, you took a step closer, peering up at him with an exaggerated look of curiosity. “You know, I read somewhere that players perform better when they’re rewarded properly.” You tapped your chin, pretending to think. “So maybe I should start giving you a little… incentive.”
Kageyama choked again, coughing as he nearly dropped the bottle. You grinned.
“Relax, King,” you teased, patting his shoulder. “It’s just positive reinforcement.”
He scowled, still recovering, but the way his ears darkened betrayed him. “…You’re the worst.”
“And yet,” you hummed, swiping the drink back from his hands, “you haven’t told me to leave.”
Silence. A loaded one.
Kageyama looked at you, really looked at you, like he was trying to figure out what kind of game you were playing. But you didn’t budge. Instead, you raised the bottle to your lips again and took another slow sip, making sure he was watching.
His jaw ticked.
You licked a stray drop from your lip.
His eyes flickered down for half a second—just long enough for you to catch it.
Victory.
You lowered the bottle with a satisfied smirk. “Guess I’ll stick around a little longer, then.”
And for once, Kageyama didn’t argue.
The smug look on your face must have been too much for him. One second, Kageyama was standing there, flustered and fuming, and the next—
Thud.
Your back hit the cool metal of a storage closet door as Kageyama caged you in, one hand braced beside your head. The barely lit supply room around you felt smaller than it was, crammed with spare volleyballs, nets, and a tension that had nothing to do with practice.
“What’s your problem?” you asked, breathless but grinning.
Kageyama didn’t answer right away. His other hand gripped the sports drink, still half-full, his knuckles white like he was holding on for dear life. His deep blue eyes flickered over your face, like he was trying to figure something out—but the way his jaw clenched told you even he didn’t know what.
You tilted your head, pretending to be unaffected by the way his presence loomed over you. “If you wanted to be alone with me so bad, you could’ve just asked.”
His breath hitched. He scowled, looking away for a second, then turned back with even more determination. “You don’t shut up, do you?”
“Not when I have this much fun messing with you.” You leaned in slightly, voice lower. “And judging by how red your ears are, I’d say you don’t hate it as much as you pretend to.”
Kageyama’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. He opened his mouth like he had something to say—but then snapped it shut again, exhaling through his nose like he was trying to keep himself in check.
That wouldn’t do.
With a smirk, you leaned into him and kissed him. The bottle slipped from his fingers, landing somewhere beside you with a dull thud as your hands found the fabric of his jersey, pulling him in. For a second, Kageyama froze, his entire body tensing against yours—like his brain was struggling to catch up with what was happening. But then, just as quickly, he moved.
A sharp inhale. Hands gripping your waist.
And then he kissed you back.
There was nothing soft about it—no hesitation, no second-guessing. It was all heat, all pent-up frustration, his lips pressing hard against yours as if making up for lost time. His hands twitched against your sides, like he wasn’t sure if he should be holding back or pulling you closer.
You grinned against his lips. “For someone who calls me annoying, you sure seem eager.”
Kageyama huffed, barely pulling back, his breath hot against your lips. “Shut up.”
You laughed, tugging him in for another kiss but this time, the kiss deepened, and any lingering hesitation vanished the moment your tongues brushed. A low, frustrated sound rumbled from Kageyama’s throat as he pushed forward, pressing you harder against the cold metal of the storage closet door. His grip on your waist tightened, fingers digging in like he needed to ground himself—or maybe like he was afraid you’d pull away.
But you weren’t going anywhere.
With a smirk against his lips, you let your hands wander, tracing the tense lines of his shoulders before sliding down his chest. His breath hitched when your fingers curled into the fabric of his jersey, gripping him just enough to make him shudder.
Kageyama, always so composed on the court, was unraveling beneath your touch.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his lips slightly swollen, his breathing uneven. His deep blue eyes were darker now, clouded with something almost dangerous. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the only sound between you the sharp inhale he took as you dragged your nails lightly along his back.
Then—he moved.
In one swift motion, Kageyama’s hands slid down to your thighs, gripping them with an almost desperate force before hoisting you up against the door. A startled gasp escaped you, quickly swallowed as he pressed his mouth to yours again, hungrier this time—more determined. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, locking him in place as his hands explored, fingers pressing into the bare skin where your shirt had ridden up.
The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine.
“You really are annoying,” he muttered against your lips, his voice lower than before, rough with frustration.
You grinned, brushing your lips against his jaw. Kageyama inhaled sharply, his grip tightening like he was trying to control himself. But the way his body pressed against yours, heat radiating between you, told you all you needed to know.
His self-control was slipping.
And you weren’t about to stop him.
You tilted your hips slightly, just enough to make him suck in a sharp breath. His hands flexed against your skin, and in that moment, you felt it—the way he trembled just slightly, like he was fighting against something he didn’t fully understand.
His forehead dropped to your shoulder, his breath hot against your neck. “You’re really testing me,” he murmured, voice strained.
You let out a breathy laugh, threading your fingers through his dark hair. “I told you, positive reinforcement works wonders.”
Kageyama groaned, lifting his head just enough to capture your lips again, this time slower, deeper. Like he was memorizing every second of it, burning it into his mind.
The gym was empty. The storage room was silent. And yet, in that moment, the world outside didn’t exist.
There was only you and him.
And neither of you was in any hurry to leave.
You tugged at his jersey, your hands slipping beneath the damp fabric, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. His muscles tensed under your touch, a quiet, shaky breath escaping him as you dragged your hands up his torso.
“Off,” you murmured against his ear, fingers curling into the fabric.
Kageyama pulled back just enough to look at you, his deep blue eyes burning with something unreadable. Then, without a word, he slowly lowered both of you down and grabbed the hem of his jersey and pulled it over his head in one swift motion, tossing it somewhere behind him.
Your breath hitched. The sight of him—flushed, chest rising and falling with uneven breaths, toned from years of relentless training—made your pulse stutter.
He caught the way your gaze lingered and, for a brief second, you saw a flicker of nervousness in his eyes. But it vanished just as quickly when you reached forward, letting your fingers trace along his abdomen, feeling the way his muscles twitched beneath your touch.
“Not bad, King,” you teased, nails grazing lightly against his skin.
Kageyama swallowed hard, his jaw clenching. “Shut up.” But his voice lacked its usual bite, especially when you let your hands wander higher, dragging your fingertips up his chest.
His patience snapped.
In an instant, his hands found the hem of your shirt, pushing it up with far less hesitation than before. “Your turn,” he muttered, voice rough with anticipation.
You smirked but didn’t resist, lifting your arms as he pulled the fabric over your head and discarded it somewhere beside his. His gaze darkened as it raked over you, taking in every inch of newly exposed skin.
For a moment, Kageyama simply stared, his breathing heavier than before. His hands hovered over your waist, fingers twitching like he wasn’t sure where to touch first.
You leaned in, your lips brushing against his. “See something you like?”
His grip tightened on your hips. “You’re unbelievable.”
“And yet—” you trailed your hands down his stomach, reveling in the way his breath stuttered, “you still haven’t told me to stop.”
Kageyama let out a low, frustrated sound before crashing his lips back onto yours, pressing you firmly against floor. The kiss was all-consuming—hungry, desperate, as if he’d been holding himself back for far too long and finally let go.
Clothes disappeared between feverish kisses, the air thick with heat, with tension, with the sound of breathless gasps and the quiet rustling of fabric hitting the floor. His hands roamed your body like he was committing every curve, every shiver, every reaction to memory.
You grinned against his lips, tilting your hips slightly, just to feel the way his breath caught.
“Kageyama,” you mumbled in a low voice, your voice laced with amusement and something more.
His head dropped to your shoulder, his fingers digging into your skin. “You’re really testing me.”
You smirked. “Then what are you waiting for?”
He didn’t hesitate for a moment before rushing to take off your pants and underwear. A sudden wave of embarrassment flushed over you but you managed to keep your composure.
The cool air of the storage room brushed against your newly exposed skin, sending a shiver down your spine. Kageyama hovered over you, his breath uneven, his hands gripping your hips with an almost bruising force—like he was still trying to convince himself this was real.
For a moment, he hesitated, his deep blue eyes searching yours, silently asking for permission.
You cupped his face, your thumbs brushing over his flushed cheeks. “Nervous, King?” you teased, though your own voice was quieter now, less mocking, more coaxing.
Kageyama swallowed hard. “Shut up.” But instead of holding back anymore, he shoved his fingers into you. You let out a long whimper, thrusting your hips up for more friction on his fingers.
Pleasure rippled through your core as Kageyama's fingers curled inside you, stroking your most sensitive spots. Your back arched off the floor, fingers clawing at his shoulders as his hot mouth latched onto your neck, sucking hard. "Ah! Kageyama!" you cried out breathlessly, walls clenching around him.
Kageyama pumped his fingers faster, thumb circling your clit as his free hand squeezed your breast. Your hips rocked frantically against him, desperate release building inside you. With a final hard flick of his fingers, your world shattered. Blazing ecstasy overwhelmed you.
The intensity consumed you, heart pounding wildly as you convulsed and gasped in mind-blowing pleasure, inner muscles clenching rhythmically around his slick digits. Wave after wave of rapture rolled through your trembling body, leaving you weak and panting in the throes of quivering blissful satisfaction.
He took his fingers out of you slowly, leaving you aching and empty, the wet sounds of your arousal echoing in the quiet room. His eyes, dark with desire, locked onto yours as he brought his glistening fingers to his lips, inhaling your essence deeply.
“Kageyama…” His name came out as a breath, barely audible, but it was enough.
Something shifted in him.
His lips found yours again—this time faster, deeper, carrying an intensity that made your heart stutter. He pulled away from you, and flipped your body over so that your back was to him. His hands slid down, fingers curling to your legs before guiding them apart, positioning himself behind you.
The air between you was thick, charged.
Kageyama inhaled sharply, his body tensing for a split second before he finally let go.
The heat of his arousal pressed against your core, sending jolts of anticipation through your nerve endings. With a primal growl, he thrust forward, sheathing himself inside you in one smooth stroke. You moaned, arching to meet his invading length, your nails digging into the muscles of his back.
He filled you completely, stretching you around his thickness. He didn't give you time to adjust, pulling back and sinking in deep again, his hips snapping against yours in a fierce rhythm.
“Yes...just like that,” you whispered breathlessly, your inner walls clenching around him, fluttering with building ecstasy. His fingers dug into your hips possessively as he drove his hips into you, the wet slide of his cock against your slick passage igniting a fire in your veins.
This desire for him took you in its grip, turning your kisses desperate and needy. He met your fervor with hungry intensity, swallowing your cries of rapture. Angling his hips, he changed his trajectory, and suddenly his thick crown brushed your most sensitive spot with each pass, caringly stroking your sweetest triggers.
"Hngh, you feel so good around me," Kageyama groaned, his voice thick with lust.
"Mmph," you whimpered shamelessly. All sense of self control had already left your body, you were a whimpering dripping mess. Hair slightly messy, drool slipping from your lips, light tears streaming down your face.
Kageyama smirked, leaning in closer. “You like it when I take control, don’t you?”
You scoffed, turning around to look at him, bringing back that confident sassiness from before. “Bold of you to assume you know what you’re doing—on or off the court.”
Kageyama’s eye twitched as he shot you a glare. “Shut up.”
You raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Make me.”
Eyes blazing with lust, he covered your mouth with his before ruthlessly shoving two fingers past your lips. “I told you to shut up.”
His lips curved into a wicked smirk as he gripped your hips tightly, slamming his thick shaft into you with animalistic force.
Suckling Kageyama's digits like a wanton slut only made his thick cock twitch in anticipation. Pleasure coursed through your veins as he pounded into your slick heat, his heavy balls slapping lewdly against your ass with each brutal thrust. Stretched deliciously around his impressive girth, you felt yourself tightening, clenching, wound tighter with each snap of his hips.
"You're doing so well for me, baby.” Kageyama panted out, getting dizzy with pleasure as he relentlessly fucked you. His words went straight to your core, causing you to clamp down onto him. You felt the familiar knot start to form in your stomach as he angled himself to hit your special spot with every thrust.
"F-Fuck, I’m getting close," you choked out, tears welling in your eyes as you felt the orgasm getting closer to you. Kageyama continued what he was doing, ready to make you cum.
Kageyama's muscles tensed, his grip tightening on your hips as he felt you quiver on the brink of release. "No, you don't have my permission to come yet," he growled, his voice low and commanding. He slowed his pace, teasing you mercilessly, forcing your orgasm to recede just out of reach.
The denial of your pleasure was maddening, your body aching for the release that Kageyama held just beyond your grasp.
"Please," you whimpered, your voice ragged with need, "I can't take this anymore, I need..."
"Need what?" Kageyama purred, his eyes glinting with dark amusement. He rolled his hips in a slow, torturous circle against yours. "Say it."
Your nails dug into his shoulders as you rocked your hips desperately against his, trying to urge him to plunge deeper, faster. But he held fast. "I... I need to come," you gasped out between clenched teeth. "I need to come on your cock."
He snaked his hand around you to rub at your clit, causing you to clench around him tightly.
The stimulation became too much as you came around his cock, your orgasm making you feel heavy as it washed over you. His cock throbbed deep inside you as your inner walls contracted reflexively, milking him for all he was worth.
"Fuck!" he groaned, gripping your hips tighter as he thrust into you harder, chasing his own release. A few more deep strokes and he came with a shudder, hot cum spurting inside you.
He collapsed against you, both of you gasping, skin slick with sweat. Your heart pounded, aftershocks of pleasure rippling through nerve endings.
As his harsh breaths subsided, leaned up against the door, pulling you up with him and drawing you into his embrace. Tender fingers traced your spine while you nestled into his chest, basking in afterglow intimacy.
You whispered, your breath soft and steady, “I love you,” the words flowing with a quiet serenity.
He paused for a moment, his fingers gently going up your spine and threading through your hair as he pulled you closer. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, and when he spoke, his voice was a quiet murmur, wrapped in the same peaceful warmth.
“I love you too.” The words slipping from him like a secret meant only for you, settling between you both in perfect tranquility.