This was supposed to be fluff. But yeah, anyways, fem!kagehina; or should I say hinakage, 'cause Kageyama likes being ordered around in bed and no one can convince me otherwise. I might write more, but idk.
Kageyama's lips feel so soft against her thumb. They're pale, blending with the tone of her skin around the edges, but pink along the inside. Covered in Chap Stick and sticky with Hinata's own peach flavored lip-gloss—and Hinata thinks she likes that. Likes Kageyama wearing her lip-gloss. Kageyama can't wear her clothes (she's taller, has longer legs, and her bust is bigger) so wearing Hinata's lip-gloss is a nice compromise, isn't it?
Kageyama sighs, contented, and curls a firm hand around Hinata's hip at the same time Hinata cups a palm around one of Kageyama's breast, air hitched on a gasp. Kageyama decides she likes that; likes the way Hinata's bottom lip trembles around her sharp inhale, and her leg twitches up as Hinata presses down harder against her thigh.
And fuck, Hinata feels so warm between her legs, she feels so good, and she can't help but to rock her hips a little. The fingers on her hip dig in even harder as she blindly gropes at Kageyama's chest, and there's another hand pulling hard at her short, orange locks. Tugging, forcing her head closer, and then there is a tongue prodding impatiently at her lips. Hinata's legs clench, squeezing one of Kageyama's thighs between both of hers; then she's leaning forward, pivoting her weight onto both of her knees, kissing her teammate with earnest. What Hinata lacks in technique, she makes up in enthusiasm, lapping and sucking on Kageyama's top lip. Her hand travels down between the valley of Kageyama's breasts, teasing over her belly button, before stopping at the hem of her uniform commissioned skirt. Kageyama's mouth suddenly closes around the tip of her tongue, hips stuttering.
Hinata grins, a shaky little smirk, and the corners of her lips are wet as she pulls away from the kiss. She tugs the edge of Kageyama's skirt up and presses the soft pads of her fingers snug against Kageyama's heat, covered by black boy shorts. "T-this okay?" she pants, rubbing her fore and flicking finger in a slow circle. Kageyama just purses her lips tightly and nods, face lit up in a brilliant shade of rubicund. Even up to the tips of her ears.
The heat pulses in her ears, and Kageyama notices that she's still nodding. Which just adds to the red spreading over the apples of her cheeks—she decides not to pay her blush any mind, and simply grinds her hips down against Hinata's fingers. She grunts. "Shit, harder, Hi—-inata!" Oh, god, her teammate complies, pads pressing firm against her clit before the sentence was even over. For good measure, Kageyama adds, "D-dumbass!"
"That's not nice, Kageyama," Hinata replies. Her voice is just a tad strained, but casual for the most part—and she's feeling confident, soaking up the way Kageyama gasps and shivers above her hand. "Maybe I should stop, if you're going to be mean to me."
"Ah, n-no, don't." The words tumble from Kageyama's parted lips—mouth in a nice 'o'—and Hinata really likes it when Kageyama wears her lip-gloss.
Hinata laps at the column of Kageyama's neck. The skin is sweaty and sweet against her tongue. "Say please," she says. She just wants to hear Kageyama beg. It's not like Kageyama will mind, anyways. If anything, it'll just make the girl even wetter.
Thighs lock together, trapping Hinata's hand—they're quivering, but not soft; both Kageyama and Hinata are lithe with muscles. "Please?" Hinata's fingers twitch. Kageyama is almost teary-eyed. "Please, please, p-please." Those fingers, tiny and thin, press roughly, rubbing against her underwear, soaked with her arousal.
That's when Kageyama opens her eyes.
6:04 a.m.