Yes, I know it's been a while, and I planned on posting a week after the first chapter. Buuut, I really wanted to relax during my break and kept pushing this off. It's done now, though!
Disclaimer: not beta'd and maybe a little OOC, I don't know.
Enjoy!
0o0o0o
"Oi, baka! What are you doing!" Kageyama yelled at their only female member. His eye twitched menacingly when the volleyball bounced off to the side. The black haired player stomped towards her, thoughts about throttling her neck plagued him.
Fortunately, Sugawara stepped in his path. "Now, now, Kageyama, it seems like she's just having an off day." He patted his shoulder.
"Hmph, I don't know. Ever since she came back from Tokyo, she's been off."
"It's only been a couple days. Give her a break."
Sugawara'a statement didn't sound believable to any of the Karasumo team members, not even to him. It was odd, in a way. Their number ten player has one of the highest jumps of the team. Not only that, but she was a ball of energy. In these past few days, however, she had been showing signs of decreased activity, and her jumps were way lower than usual. The team noticed but didn't think too much of it since she was still energetic.
Hinata Shoyo hunched her shoulders, orange bangs covering her eyes. She bit her lip. She couldn't tell them the real reason why she wasn't playing at her optimum level. Not only was it embarrassing… no, yeah, that was it. It's embarrassing to say to all of her teammates, especially since they were male. It was true she wasn't playing her best these past few days of practice, and there really was no excuse for her to be not playing well.
The captain clapped her on the shoulder. "Why don't you take a break? I'm sure once you cool down—"
"… hurts."
"What?"
"I said my legs hurt!" When Hinata looked up, her face was red with embarrassment. "That's why I haven't been playing very well. I'm sorry!" She faced her teammates and bowed.
"Your legs hurt?! We competed in Spring nationals, and you're saying your legs hurt?! What the fu—mmph!"
Sugawara slapped his hand over Kageyama's mouth. "I see. Well, we'll get back to practice. Go drink some water and do some stretches if you have to."
Sugawara and Daichi gave each other knowing looks. They may not have had experience in the dating scene, much less the sex scene, but they knew that Hinata visited her boyfriend over the weekend. Therefore, Nekoma's setter must have done something to make her like this. As third years, about to be college students, they knew better than to push her to answer more questions. There was only one reason for Hinata Shoyo to be acting stiff and sore, and they didn't want their suspicions confirmed.
"HAHAHA! LO AND BEHOLD! THE GREATEST DECOY OF KARASUNO CAN'T JUMP ANYMORE!" Tanaka's voice echoed throughout the gym followed by Nishinoya's laughter. Their lack of sophistication and thought process caused the captain and the vice-captain to sigh.
"Alright, let's get back to practice. Hinata, go take a break."
"B-but—"
"Hinata, it's obvious that you're not playing well right now, and it wouldn't be much of a practice if you can't hit your quick attacks."
She looked down and bit her lip, convinced. "I-I suppose."
Daichi smiled at her compliance. "Get better soon, okay?"
For some reason, his smile was chilling.
0o0o0o
I wonder why Daichi gave me these. Shoyo left the train station, the items in her bag weighing like a ton of bricks. He's so odd. Looking up, she noticed a familiar red jersey off to the side and grinned brightly. "Kenma!" She ran up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, her tippy toes barely touching the ground. Kenma returned the hug—somewhat—by holding her hips.
The corners of his lips lifted. "Shoyo." Since her head was buried in his neck, she couldn't see his ears turning red. Maybe she would have felt his heart beating fast, but she was too bust relishing in their sweet embrace. Kenma would never get tired of moments like these.
They hadn't seen each other for a few weeks now, and they hardly had time to talk since the two had exams. While Kenma did the bare minimum just to pass, it had been a grueling few weeks for Shoyo since she had the devil himself tutoring her once again. Yachi couldn't help her because she had cram school, so she could only rely on one other person: Tsukishima Kei.
"How did exams go?"
Shoyo shuddered at his question, recalling the horrendous study sessions she had with Tsukishima and Kegeyama. "I passed…"
"Oh?"
"…but barely," she laughed nervously. It was a known fact that the greatest decoy wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. She never confided to anyone about her insecurity of her idiocy, so she was embarrassed to tell her genius-but-lazy boyfriend that she barely passed. A hand ruffled through her hair.
"You've worked hard." She looked up at him. "Good job." His compliment made all the difference in her slightly sulky ambiance.
It took about twenty minutes to arrive at Kenma's house, their surroundings slowly falling to a dusky hue. They talked about the upcoming videogames being released, restaurants they should try out tomorrow, and their volleyball team. It was their usual walk-and-talk routine whenever she came to visit.
Arriving at Kenma's home, all was silent. His parents were out for the weekend once again, so it was just the two of them. Thinking about it made Shoyo remember what happened last time, making her face and another part of her body heat up. A ding sounded while they took their shoes off, and Kenma dug through his pocket for his phone. Fishing it out, he opened the message and sighed.
"Who is it?"
"Kuroo."
"What did he want? Oh, and tell him I said hi!"
"Apparently, we were supposed to battle in this big tournament tonight, and I forgot." Kenma wasn't going to admit he forgot because he was excited Shoyo was coming over to visit. "Anyways, I'd rather spend time with you than—"
"No! You should play! You already made plans with him, and it'd be rude to cancel last minute. Besides, we'll be spending the whole day together tomorrow." Staring at her bright grin crushed his resolve. He honestly did want to battle in the tournament since the prize was new gear for his avatar, special skills, and a chest full of money and mana. "But—"
"I'll be fine. I'll just read another one of your books or watch you game."
And it was her final say that led them into Kenma's room once more. An hour had passed as Shoyo was laying on the couch while watching her boyfriend thumb the controllers. She was watching the screen, but her eyes did stray away and glance at his hands once in a while.
Particularly his fingers.
She watched hungrily as his fingers and thumbs toyed with the joysticks and buttons. The sounds of the clicking filled the room, but she ignored Kenma's voice as he talked with his teammates through his head was just like yesterday when she was in the same position, and she was watching him game while she came undone—
Stop! What are you thinking, Shoyo! Coughing, she excused herself to go grab a glass of water, asking if Kenma wanted one as well before leaving. In the kitchen, she stood over the sink and heaved a deep breath. The apex between her thighs was beginning to feel warm again. Taking a big swig of the cold liquid, she remembered the bag she brought with her that she left on the countertop. A mischievous smile graced her lips at the thought of relieving her anxious body.
Payback time.
0o0o0o
"Yosh! That's another win!" Kuroo's voice blared into Kenma's ear.
"Ouch, there's no need to yell so loudly," Yaku replied, annoyance laced like poison in his words. "We can hear you clearly."
"This is the finals, though! The finals! That means no distractions!" A chorus of male voices replied in agreement. Kenma's screen revealed a team of six members with the word "victory" splayed. "Speaking of distractions," the volleyball team's captain drawled with a hint of something that Kenma couldn't catch, "how's Hinata?"
"Hm? She's good, I guess." The screen turned black and displayed the waiting room for their last and final match.
"Bastard, you invited your girlfriend over the night we were having this tournament. You trying to show off or somthin'?!" Yamamoto Taketora shouted menacingly.
"… and if I was?" No one could see Kenma's smug smirk.
"Oi, you bastard! Wipe that smirk off your face! When I see you again, I'll—"
"HEY! Everyone shut up! We start in thirty seconds." Kenma saw his avatar queuing among the others. His brows furrowed as he realized that Shoyo was taking a while to get drinks. She knew where the cups and tap water are, so it shouldn't be taking her more than five minutes.
"Twenty seconds."
Maybe I should go check up on her. Did she fall down the stairs?
"Ten!"
No, she's fine. She probably went to the bathroom.
"Five!"
His ears picked up the creak of his door.
"Four."
Ah, there she is.
"Two."
He turned to face the entrant. "Shoyo, what took you so lo—"
"NOW!"
His controller clattered to the ground, and suddenly, Kenma's mouth was dry—dry like the Sahara desert, like a thirsty man who hasn't had any water in a year, like the dad jokes his dad would make. "Fuck."
"Kenma!"
"Hey, bastard! What happened?"
"Kenma, are you okay?"
The yelling and shouting vibrated through his headset. Immediately, Kenma grabbed his controller from his wooden floors and got back to fingering the buttons. That moment of distraction cost him seconds of vital time to search for gear and new weaponry. "I'm here," his nostrils flared.
"No distractions," Kuroo's stated gruffly.
"Right. No distractions."
He felt a dip on the couch next to him, and he sat up straighter than his usual slouch. He made his eyes focus in the screen in front, and it took all of his concentration. In no way in hell was he going to risk this tournament that they got so far in to… to just… The image of his girlfriend walking in popped in his mind, and he could feel his neck burn.
He expected her to walk in with two glasses of water, which is what she did. However, she came in dressed differently, way differently. Sitting on top of her head was a headband that were cat ears, black to be exact. The tops of her hands were covered with faux cat fur. Last but not least, when she turned, a cat tail was following her every move. In all essence, she was dressed in a fucking cat cosplay getup.
And she looked hella cute.
Questions ran throughout his mind as to why she was dressed up like that, but he was still talking to his team.
A few minutes passed, and all that could be heard was the combat sound and music from the gaming system and the buttons of the controllers as well as his screaming teammates. Suddenly, Kenma felt hands on his knees. His position was poised with his knees spread apart in a man-spread, elbows leaning on his knees, his back crouched slightly over, and his butt on the edge of the couch.
A perfect setup for Shoyo.
Smiling slyly, she had crept along the wooden floor to right in front of Kenma. Kenma dared not to look down, even when she laid her head on one of his knees. It was a trapped, he knew, that if he looked down, he wasn't going to look back up. Shoyo pouted a bit and thought of another plan of action to get his attention and embarrass him in front of his teammates. If she had to be embarrassed in front of her team, than he has to, too. Kenma was probably still doing fine in practice after that one weekend and didn't catch the team's attention by playing terribly—unlike her.
Understanding that her boyfriend was still focusing on the game, she slithered onto his lap through his arms. Her slender yet built arms from volleyball wrapped around his neck as she snuggled her head at its base. She sat there like a doll, relaxed and unmoving.
Kenma, however, was not relaxed.
"… What are you doing?" he breathed out.
"Hm?" Her eyes were closed as she took in his detergent-like scent. The sound of the buttons slowed just a tad as he tried to regain his focus once again.
"What do you mean? I'm killing these motherfuckers!" Taketora's reply incited roars of battle cries. Shoyo chuckled at the sound coming from his headphones. Since she was so close, she could hear everything that they were saying.
"Gah! They got me again! These bastards!"
"Stop yappering and focus on the game!"
He could feel every movement that she made. Her breasts brushed against his chest each time she breathed, and he could feel the warm air she exhaled along the nape of his neck. The arms that slung over his neck were playing with his hair, and her legs straddled his lap. Slowly, he could feel his little friend gathering the courage to poke out from his—
"Guh!" Kenma jerked when he felt the smooth sensation of a tongue running along his ear. The headphones that helped him at least concentrate on the game with all the boisterous yelling in his eardrums slipped off his head and flew across the room. A nip at his ear. A lick in his lobe. Teeth pinching the skin of his neck.
His patience was wearing thin. Not only were her cat ears and cat tail so irresistibly cute (her faux paws were tossed somewhere), her actions were just making him hard. His analytical mind was trying to figure out why she was acting this way. She'd never been this… adventurous nor brave before. His mind was working overtime. He was killing other players in this stupid game, and if they hadn't won, he wouldn't have to go through this stupid teasing, and it was all for some stupid armor—
"You know," her voice was sickeningly sweet. "When I went back to practice after that one weekend," she blew into his ear, and he shivered, "I couldn't play very well, and all my teammates were mad at me." She leaned back to block his view of the screen, and his mouth had gotten dry. "So this," her smile was as sly as a cat, "is payback."
His eyes widened at the declaration. He knew Shoyo was dangerous on the court, but she's even more dangerous when she says something like that with those kind of eyes—the kind of eyes where they turn from brown to an auburn, like a wildfire.
At her gaze, he snapped. Throwing his controller down, he used one hand to grab the back of her head and crashed her lips with his. He put all his pent up frustrations into the biting the sucking and the domination into the kiss, and she couldn't fight back. Well, she tried, but she supposed he was too vexed to even allow her to take control. I think I pushed him too far, she gathered from how her lips were starting to feel bruised and swollen.
While one hand was kept behind her head, the other was busy unbuttoning her shorts and slipping through her panty. At the touch of her clitoris, she moaned deeply into his mouth, and she clutched on tighter to his shirt. Kenma twiddled with her clit until his fingers were soaked from her dripping juices. Finally, he pulled away from her and removed his fingers. Breathing heavily and catching her breath, she watched dazed as he licked his fingers.
"Mm. Sweet."
She felt herself being lifted. Instinctively, she wrapped her toned legs around Kenma but was thrown onto his bed immediately, her back hitting his comforter. Her heart was beating like a bounding rabbit as she leaned on her elbows, watching him take off his shirt.
"Like what you see?" Kenma said in a teasing tone, but he wasn't smiling. His eyes darkened. "I don't really like this stunt you pulled, Shoyo."
Shivers wracked down her spine. "H-hey, it was just a joke," her laugh didn't cover up the nervousness she felt. "Besides, you started it!"
"Hm?" Once he finished stripping, he was only left in briefs. "Started what?" he questioned as he crawled up to her on the bed, Shoyo scooting back until her head hit the headboard. She wasn't able to answer his question because her shorts were dragged down her legs along with her panty.
She was now fully exposed to him, her pelvis right in front of his face.
"Ah!" Kenma didn't hesitate to feast on her. Suckling and nipping at her clit, Shoyo grabbed the sheets beside her. "Nngh!" It had been a while since they were able to do something like this, and she could feel the sexual depravation from the past weeks finally being broken like a dam. Her hands clutched at Kenma's hair, pulling his head towards her core.
When he had his fill, he nibbled along her stomach and up to her breasts. He had already stripped her of her shirt and bra. Her gasps and moans were unleashed as he divulged in one of her perky globes. The other was being mold by the palm of his hand.
"Ah! Kenma! Please!"
She begged, but what for? Her mind wasn't in the right place to comprehend anything, so she kept pleading. She wanted him to do anything, everything. She wanted her body to feel hotter; she wanted her mouth to be occupied; she wanted the fire in her stomach to burn even more. She wanted… him.
Finally, Kenma's abuse on her breasts stopped, his elbows resting beside her head. Kenma observed her glazed eyes then down to her lips. They were slightly swollen from her biting it, but he knew it'd look plumper if he abused them just as he did with her breasts.
"Shoyo…"
She looked into his eyes and smiled, "I love you." She knew he wasn't good with telling her how he feels, so she decided to take it upon herself to tell him first.
At her words, Kenma's lips curved into a smile and brought his lips against hers. It was slow and sweet, and it made her heart flutter. Kenma had always been gentle, but this was a new side. Even without the words, she could feel the love Kenma has for her.
"… Me too." The look in his eyes begged her to kiss him again, and she did. She held his head and pressed her lips to his. Once they were out of breath, Kenma laid his head against her forehead. Shoyo wasn't used to the still atmosphere, so she shuffled her legs. She froze when one of her legs slid along a hard appendage.
Kenma's grunt confirmed her suspicions that she did, indeed, touch his brief-covered penis.
"Ah," she chuckled. "Someone's… ah, excited."
Kenma frowned. He didn't like the fact that she was laughing at him, especially when he remembered what she did earlier. "Prepare yourself."
"Wait, what—OHMYGOSH!"
Without warning, Kenma pulled his briefs down and slammed into her. Hard. It felt like she was splitting in half. There was no warning whatsoever. Even though she was dripping, mentally, she definitely not prepared.
"Aahh! Gods, Kenma—!"
Long gone was the gentle Kenma from a few moments ago. Now… Right now, he is a beast.
He pounded into her, forcing her legs to wrap around his waist. The new angle allowed him to touch her even deeper, and he basked in her moans. His grunts, albeit not as loud, were still there as he kept going. The walls of her vagina were squeezing him. He refused to come first, so he just had to try harder.
And by harder, he meant pound into her harder.
"Kenma! Oh, gods, please! Faster!"
Following her request, he sped up. For the past few weeks, he had been working just a little extra hard during volleyball practice. After that steamy weekend with Shoyo, he realized that maybe he did need to work on his stamina. Of course, his teammates were definitely surprised when he was seen actually running for the volleyballs to set them up. They all thought he had a sudden change from the Spring Nationals loss and wanted to work harder.
Little did they know, his intentions were far from their pure imaginations.
"I-I'm coming!"
Her walls convulsed around his penis, and after a few more thrusts, he let go, too. His arms were trembling from holding himself, and he collapsed on her. They laid there for a few minutes just to recollect their energy.
"You're still on birth control, right?"
"Yeah." That was good, since he forgot to pull out. His semi-hard penis was still in her vagina, blanketed in their cum. Kenma's eyes snapped open when he felt something.
"Again?"
Shoyo squeezed him. His penis was becoming hard again, but he was too lazy to do any work now. He wasn't tired, far from it actually. He thought of a brilliant idea that would satiate both their desires.
He flipped them over. Now, Shoyo was on top, and he was just going to lay back and enjoy the show. A blush covered her cheeks when she realized what he had done. He grabbed her waist and slammed her on top of him. Her moan was tantalizing, and soon, she forgot her shyness and began to rock against him.
Her slow grinds hurt him. They felt good, yeah, but he needed more friction. He didn't know if what she was doing was a ploy to get him to be more fired up, but it was working. He had to grit his teeth and tell him to be more patient. Looking up at her from his position was beautiful. Sweat shone on her skin, and her bruised lips were apart as she panted for air. Her small hands rested above his groin while she finally decided to move faster. Her breasts jiggled, and he couldn't help but be mesmerized.
Hands grabbed her breasts, and she opened her eyes to see her boyfriend focused solely on her chest. Slightly sitting up, he began sucking on a nipple and pinching the other. She was being overstimulated. Her core was throbbing at the way she sucked him in, clenched, rose up, and slam back down again. Over and over, she could feel another build up. Kenma's lips on her breasts felt just as good.
"Kenma, I'm so close!"
To help her come along faster (also because he was about to come, too), he flipped them over once more. With a thigh in each hand, he shoveled into her. His incessant pounding was causing her to cry out, whether in pleasure or pain, he didn't know—he hoped it was in pleasure.
"I'm almost there!" she sobbed as she gripped the sheets. "Harder! Please!"
At one particular thrust, she came undone. It was the hardest orgasm she's had so far. Tears prickled from her clenched eyes at the pleasure. She was so hot and warm and—
"Are you okay?"
Worried eyes graced her sight as Kenma touched her matted hair. His brows were furrowed, and she felt bad that he thought he hurt her. No, it was far from that. "Yes, I'm okay."
"Then why are you crying?"
"Because it felt really good."
"Oh."
She giggled. "Yeah, oh. I'm surprised you lasted this long."
"Hn, well, coach had us do extra training."
"Ah," Shoyo understood. After Spring Nationals, Karasuno had a break themselves but had to train even harder. It was never-ending and relentless.
But she loved it.
The topic soon turned to volleyball with most of the conversation coming from Karasuno's greatest decoy. Kenma dozed off to her ramblings, and when she noticed he fell asleep, she succumbed to slumber.
"Goodnight, Kenma."
