“Kageyama!” the reporter yelled for his attention, startling him enough to stop and blink before making his way over.
With strained politeness, he gave the camera a side-eye before looking back at the reporter, standing at a sensible distance. “Hi.”
“A fan on Twitter asked what you like doing for your cheat days, if you even have those?” she asked excitedly with a bright, practised grin. She held the microphone up to Kageyama’s face, which had morphed into something confused and slightly… angry?
“I would never cheat on my partner, there will be no cheat days,” he answered decisively, practically stomping his foot for emphasis and hands clutched into fists at his sides. “And I will not take any more questions of that nature.”
The reporter was left a little speechless, gaping at the athlete and stunned by the realisation that the misunderstanding had insulted the man she was tasked with interviewing. “I’m so sorry, that’s not-“
“It’s fine. But no more questions about my partner, please. We’re very happy together.”
The reporter took a deep breath, settling into a calmer smile and nodding in agreement. “The fans will be glad to hear that, Kageyama. How about the game today? Anything you feel went particularly well?”
Happy that the topic moved on, Kageyama answered like he usually would, completely unaware of how many times he would have to relive this misunderstanding in the future, from you showering him in kisses when he got home to his teammates sharing the clip in their group chat for laughs.
He might've been confused, but at least he had good intentions.
imagine leaving hickeys all over tobios neck, he isn't used to anything like this and definitely has a sensitive neck.
He sits on your bed leaning back on his hands completely unsure what to do. Small breaths leaving him as his eyes flutter he doesn't know what to do with the slight tinge of pain he feels when you nip at his skin, lightly biting down or even sucking harshly into his skin creating heavily pigmented marks.
You love how they look on his rather fair and pale skin, only stopping to take a look at your boyfriend his face red and his heart racing. You look at him only to see those gorgeous deep blue eyes staring right back at you, his pupils blown wide and his eyebrows furrowed in frustration.
There was a small pout lingering on his face he enjoyed what you were doing alot more than he'd let on. You kissed him deeply moaning lightly into the kiss as one of his hands lifted from the bed to wrap around your hip. He let shaky mewls fall straight into your mouth, you pull away from the kiss slowly biting his lower lip with a grin and a giggle.
He groaned at the small laugh you let out, turning away and leaving his neck wide open for you to attack some more. You did just that, licking and biting at his neck kissing gently and blowing on his ear. Surprisingly that flustered him more than you thought, a strangulated noise leaving him as he pushes you away lightly. He covered his face with his arm as his breaths were quick and timid.
Tobio was putty in your hands honestly, willing to do whatever you told him to.
10.30 - kinktober day seventeen ִ ࣪𖤐 hair pulling , ft. tobio kageyama
there was nothing uncommon about the position you were in. some shitty movie was playing on low volume in the background as you scrolled through your phone, kageyama’s head resting on your stomach as you absentmindedly ran your hands through his hair.
you’d pulled your hands away for a second, just a second, and immediately his head turned to look at you, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wide in betrayal and confusion. “why did you stop?”
you laughed. “tobio i’m just moving my arm. i can keep playing with your hair, i just moved for a second.”
“it feels good, keep going. please.”
“sure thing, your highness.”
“not funny.” “it’s a little funny, tobio.” “no.”
he sighed contently at the tangle of your fingers and the slight scrapes of your nails against his scalp. “i just missed you, i missed how you touch me.”
“tobio i saw you a few days ago.” “yeah, and that’s too long.”
you breathed out a soft laugh, his eyes drifting up to meet yours. “please?” you turned your head in question, unsure of what he was asking for. “just pull. please.”
your face flushed pink, your hands stilling in his hair. “yn please.”
you pulled your bottom lip slowly between your teeth, gnawing at the skin a little in contemplation. he held eye contact with you, sliding up the fabric of your his shirt just enough to reveal the skin of your abdomen, pressing soft kisses against your skin down your chest to the waistband of your pants. he licked a stripe at the base of your pants, his tongue poking past the fabric ever so slightly– just enough to make you suck in a sharp breath.
he gently parted your thighs with his hands, looking up at you for permission. you wrapped your hands in his hair once more, making slight fists to gently tug at the roots. a crooked grin broke out on his face and his eyes squinted slightly in surprise and admiration. he slid your pants down your thighs, lifting your hips in the process. once he got them off and discarded them somewhere on the floor he brought his lips back up to your core, lightly tapping the tip of his nose against your clit. his eyes raked up your body, torn between the movement of your tits at the arch of your back and the look of pleasure on your face. he licked a slow stripe up your core and your knuckles tightened in his hair, eliciting a moan to vibrate from his throat and through your body where you were connected.
he dipped his tongue inside of you, slowly trailing his fingers up the inside of your thigh to your pussy. he pushed the tips of his middle and ring finger into your weeping hole, tongue moving up to circle your throbbing clit. with every twitch of his tongue and twist of his fingers your eyes screwed shut even more, and your grip on his hair tightened.
his pace picked up, lapping up everything he could get from you until you were reaching your orgasm, tobio letting out a soft whimper against your core at the feeling of you clamping down on his sensitive setter fingers. he glued his eyes to your body, watching you respond to your oncoming orgasm.
your back arched, toes curling down into the bedsheets and your grip on his hair was white-knuckled. he moaned loud when you tightened your fists, fucking his fingers faster into you and circling your clit with the flexed tip of his tongue until you were crying out and collapsing back down against the sheets, struggling to regain your composure and catch your breath.
kageyama was panting just as hard as you were, eyebrows furrowed and eyes clamped shut as he rested his forehead against your thigh, slightly wincing when he shifted his hips.
“what’s wrong, are you okay tobio?”
“yeah, i’m fine.” “are you sure, you don’t look fine.”
“no no i’m good, i just… need to change my pants.” he sat up and your eyes shot right down to the large wet patch on his sweatpants. his face flushed. “sorry.”
“don’t apologize. can i help you clean it up?” you smiled, mischief glimmering in your eyes. you pulled his sweatpants down just enough to free his already half-hard-again cock, taking the tip of it in your hand and beginning slow strokes. “if you let me ride you i’ll keep my hands in your hair.”
You stood in front of the mirror, rolling up your sleeve just enough to flex your arm—where your slight but earned muscle peeked through. Snap taken.
"Let's see if you'll copy this one."
You sent it to Kageyama, half-expecting radio silence. He wasn't exactly the selfie type.
But a few minutes later, your phone buzzed.
There he was. Serious face. Flexing in front of a mirror in his practice jersey, sleeve pushed up. No caption—just pure Kageyama.
Then, another message followed.
"That's pretty good."
"Mine's still better though."
You could picture the flush on his face as he sent it. Competitive, flustered, and trying so hard not to show he was impressed by your muscles.
𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐊𝐞𝐢
You snapped a mirror pic, flexing just enough to show the definition in your arm—not huge, but definitely there.
"Since you like to act unbothered, let's see you copy this one."
You didn't expect a quick reply. Maybe a sarcastic text. But instead—ding.
Snap: Tsukishima in his room, brows raised, flexing one arm in the most deadpan way possible. The lighting was terrible. He clearly did it just to prove a point.
"Wow. So intimidating."
"Should I call the police?"
But you noticed his subtle smirk, and the fact that he did roll up his sleeve. He saw the muscle. He noticed.
And even if he wouldn't admit it—he was impressed. In his own salty little way.
𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 𝐓𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐨
You struck a mirror pose, flexing your slightly toned bicep with pride. Not massive, but firm enough to show off.
"Let's see if the self-proclaimed king of flexing can top this."
You barely had time to set your phone down before his reply came through.
Snap: Kuroo, already shirtless, striking a classic gym-rat flex in front of the mirror, one brow cocked, hair messier than usual. His bicep definitely looked impressive—but the caption was what got you.
"You rang?"
"Nice try though I'm impressed of your little muscles"
You scoffed. Little muscle?
You fired back a middle-finger emoji, and he immediately sent another snap—same flex, this time blowing a kiss.
𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐊𝐨𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐞
You took the snap while flexing with just enough pride to show off your slightly defined arm.
"Bet you won't copy this one."
You didn't expect much from Kenma—maybe a "lmao" or a read receipt and nothing else.
But then, surprisingly, ping.
Snap: Kenma, in his hoodie, arm barely pulled out, flexing in the most unimpressed way possible. His face was blank, but his eyes had that subtle challenge.
"This is dumb."
"But I’m stronger than I look."
You zoomed in. Okay, yeah—there was a hint of tone in his arm.
You smirked, texting back:
"Not bad, gamer boy."
He replied:
"I've been carrying the team. What did you expect?"
"Yeah right."
𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐮
You snapped a mirror pic, flexing just enough to show off the light muscle you’d been proud of lately.
"Let's see if the 'Great King' can handle this challenge."
Oikawa's reply came fast—too fast.
Snap: perfect lighting, shirt half-off, arm flexed like he was in a magazine shoot. He angled the camera just right to make his bicep pop. And of course, the expression? Smoldering.
Caption:
"You think I wouldn’t rise to the occasion?"
"Also, your form's cute. 8/10. Needs more sparkle."
You groaned and laughed at the same time.
He followed up with:
"Wanna come compare in person, baby?"
You rolled your eyes. Smooth. Over-the-top. Peak Oikawa.
𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢
You sent the snap with a smug grin—arm flexed, muscle just barely showing, but enough to feel proud.
"Let's see if the gym rat can match this."
You figured Iwaizumi would respond—he was too competitive not to. Sure enough, a minute later:
Snap: Iwaizumi in the gym mirror, sweat still fresh, sleeve rolled up as he flexed his very real bicep without even trying. He looked at the camera like he knew he won.
Caption:
"Cute. You've got potential."
"But don't challenge your trainer unless you'are ready to lose."
KAGEYAMA WAS NOT COMPARING HINATA TO KORAI HOSHIUMI TO MAKE HINATA FEEL BAD ABOUT HOW HE PLAYS.
HE SAID IT BECAUSE HE KNOWS THAT HINATA IS MOTIVATED TO BE THE BEEEEEEEEEEST.
A common theme throughout this manga is that most of the characters are still teenagers and very young. Their bodies are still growing and developing, and Kageyama knows that more than anyone. He's basically saying, 'Hoshiumi is good, but you could be better.' He is more aware than anyone of how good a player Hinata is and how good he can become. He's not trying to crush Hinata's spirit; he's trying to set it ablaze with more passion and motivation to be the best, to be the next LITTLE GIANT.
He is also very MUCH AWARE OF THE LITTLE EXPERIENCE THAT HINATA HAS COMPARED TO HOSHIUMI AND HOW FAR HE HAS COME AND IS WILLING TO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
feat: a haikyuu kageyama tobio x f!reader university au smau.
synopsis ꩜ you told yourself "relationships weren't your thing" for quite some time now, but fate seems to always get in your way of things. it just so happened to crash in your university's volleyball team.
tags ꩜ lowkey self-indulgent, cursing, kys jokes, threat jokes, sexual jokes, academicweapon!reader, somewhatdepressed!reader, overworking!reader, mutual pining, slowburn, tags will be added as we go along
status ꩜ ongoing, taglist open !
writers note ꩜ first smau woohoo !! thank you @jellissante for the inspo, and @liyue @whenandfromanotherworld nd @akaashiit to review/help me through the planning! the smau name is based off laufey's album, a matter of time, but since reader is a mitski enthusiast the headers will be mitski songs/albums. SLOW + INCONSISTENT UPDATES ! comment if you'd like to be added to the taglist ! sigh i love my baby kageyama so much..., ALSO I LOVE LIKES AND COMMENTS AND REBLOGS SUPER APPRECIATED please do it makes my day okay.
friend groups - homosexuals and [name] | krsn elite cool squad
a chapter with '꩜'. next to it means there are written portions !
PAGE 1: THERE'S NOTHING LEFT FOR YOU
i. bro i will hit you
ii. himbos playing volleyball ꩜
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PAGE 2: FIRST LOVE/LATE SPRING
PAGE 3: MY LOVE MINE ALL MINE
PAGE 4: ONCE MORE TO SEE YOU
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pairing : tobio kageyama x f!reader
summary : you're the only thing beside volleyball tobio has been wholeheartedly devoted to. there is nothing he wouldn't do for you, no matter how painful it might be
cw : angst, no comfort, exes/breakup, pining, crying, miscommunication, post timeskip, ali roma!tobio, no use of y/n
word count : 2.2k
ex!tobio who breaks your heart when he haphazardly agrees, almost without a second thought.
neither of you can recall how the idea found a footing in the first place, but the word ‘breakup’ is brought up, and suddenly it’s a reality.
“if that is what you think is best, then okay.”
ex!tobio who packs up his stuff and leaves as soon as he can, not wanting to cause you any discomfort by overstaying his welcome.
he’s quiet as a mouse as he carefully moves around the apartment to collect it all, listening to your sobs and cries that never seem to stop.
is this what he wants? absolutely not. you’re his entire world. there is absolutely no limit to the lengths he would go to for you — anything, without question.
even if that is breaking up.
ex!tobio who you now believe to be agreeable to a fault.
it is a fact people are baffled about once you tell them. everyone just believe him to be as ruthless and angry as he is on the court — but you can easily go on for hours about how once you get him on your own, there are no signs of the hard edge to him that everyone else see.
with you he is soft. kind. patient.
and up until now, you have considered it to be one of his many admirable qualities.
however, it is not something you appreciate when it regards the fate of your relationship.
ex!tobio who is, in reality, exactly the person everyone believes him to be.
he has heard it from an early age; “why do you always have to be so mean, kageyama?”, “you really are selfish, kageyama,” “let’s see how far that attitude gets you, kageyama.”
people have refused to see him as anything more than his stubbornness, therefore he sees no reason to make them believe otherwise. they have already made up their mind.
you are the first person to try and give him the benefit of the doubt.
“are you okay, tobio?,” “let me know if there’s something i can do for you, tobio,”, “i believe in you, tobio.”
ex!tobio who might be agreeable to a fault, but it is only with you.
meeting someone who takes the time to see past his outburst is something he knows he wants to cherish — he is not going to scare you away.
no fight, no argument, no disagreement is that important that it is worth the risk of losing you.
so he puts his pride aside — he will always put you first, even if it means he is miserable.
ex!tobio who therefore agrees to a breakup under the belief that he thinks it’s what you want — what’s best for you.
your world shatters as he closes the door behind him.
suddenly you feel like the entire relationship was as a scam, too good to be true.
why was it so easy for him to walk away? how was he able to hear how your broken heart drew unruly sob after sob from your lips as he folded his clothes into his suitcase? why couldn’t he fight for you?
you’re left with the impression of simply being a convenience to him, someone he could use for comfort when he needed it. and once that lost its value, he had no trouble tossing you aside.
and maybe he is exactly that person everyone has told you he was.
ex!tobio who feels a new sense of agitated restlessness take residence in his body once you’re not part of his life anymore.
it’s only when you’re gone that he realises how much you have softened him. his mind had somehow found peace it never knew existed before you came around, and suddenly it’s just gone.
he becomes angry again. short tempered as he snaps at the first inconvenience he faces.
his teammates, who has only ever known him while he was devoted to you, are left stunned at his outburst in the locker room before the season’s first match.
“what the hell has gotten into you, kageyama?”
ex!tobio who hopes your watching, even though he has no right to your attention anymore.
and of course you are. once upon a time you had promised him you would be there for all of his moments — one way or another.
under different circumstances, you would have been in the stands. the loudest person in the crowd as you watch him perform his art — instead a blaring alarm wakes you up a quarter to four in the middle of the night.
grumpily you force yourself out of bed. you curse yourself, even though you know very well this is something you’re doing of your own free will. you have no obligation to him anymore, and it’s not like he will know if you’re watching or not. you could very easily turn off the alarm, pull the covers over your head and go back to sleep, drift back into dreamland where you are still together.
but instead you bring your duvet with you into the dark living room, wrap it around yourself and switch the tv on, the sports channel that’s airing his match already on. with a yawn, you make yourself comfortable, laying down on your side and tucking your hand under your cheek.
the match is about to start, and the camera pans to tobio, showering him with praise as the talented setter he is — it doesn’t take long before you feel a quiet tear roll down your cheek. and as the game goes on, the stream continues steadily and silent.
oh, how you miss him.
ex!tobio who is a different type of nervous during the match, because it feels wrong to not have you in the audience.
on instinct, he keeps shooting glances to where you would have been sitting if you were to attend, hoping to meet your eyes. without fail, you would always look at him with such pride whenever he played.
it gave him an extra little push, having such a desire to impress you — and he looked forward to the little post-match ritual the two of you had developed.
the buzzer would end the match, declaring his victory — and while he thanked the opposing team for the game, you would hurry down from the stands.
in the halls of the stadium, you find him before they reach their wardrobe. the blush quickly blossoms across his cheeks when his teammates start teasing him.
“here she comes, champ,” one of them snickers, shoving his shoulder lightly before they all head on — but he remains.
without another second to waste, you launch at him, limbs latching on around his neck while his arms secure you in his grip, lifting you off the ground. his stance is steady — safe — as he spins you around before putting you down gently again.
the second your toes touches the floor, your hands cup his face to guide him closer. as your lips graze his, you say the same phrase you always do, “didn’t i say i believed in you?” before sealing the kiss.
but he know that won’t meet him this time. instead he’ll be alone, joining his team straight for the wardrobe.
ex!tobio who for the first time considers being selfish with you.
and he hates himself for it.
that was the one thing he was determined not to be with you — and here he is considering it, phone in hand with your number dialled.
his life is turned upside down, nothing resembling what he has grown so accustomed to. and on every aspect, he feels himself going through what he believes have to be withrdrawls.
ex!tobio is back in japan.
your mouth runs dry when you walk by the newspaper kiosk, his familiar face printed on the front page of a sports magazine. one of japan’s star athletes is returning to his home country for a tournament.
at first you’re hit with a small pang of anger — why hasn’t he told you?
and realisation hits you all over again, and yet another evening is spent alone in your apartment with wet cheeks.
however, it’s worse than it has been in a long time. somehow your body knows that he is in the same city as you for the first time in months, and it causes your heart to ache.
you don’t sleep at all that night. instead you toss and turn with the image of your past love printed behind your eyelids.
no matter how long it’s been since you’ve seen him, every detail is still intact in your memory. the exact shade of blue his irises are. the way the blush is easily brought to his face, starting across his nose before spreading across his cheeks and to the tips of his ears. how he always tilts his head a little to the right when he is confused. the way his shoulders rise and fists clench when he is building up courage.
you remember it all.
ex!tobio who knows it’s naive to think you’ll show.
but it doesn’t stop him from letting his investigative stare roam the audience. one would think it is hopeless to even begin to look, but he knows he’ll spot you if you are in fact there.
he will always find you.
the game runs its course, and despite his best efforts, he never spots you in the crowd.
it doesn’t really matter that he wins the first match he plays for ali roma in his home country — because you’re not there to celebrate with him.
ex!tobio who freezes in his tracks as he is about to enter the men’s wardrobe when he hears you call his name.
“tobio?”
you voice is meek, like you’re scared. and truth be told, you are. he can clearly tell — the constant shifting of weight between each leg and the nervous fidgeting of your fingers clear indicators of so.
it’s a new feeling to take you hostage when in tobio’s presence.
for a second there’s utter silence before he hears the faint whispers of his teammates behind him, before they eventually shuffle on to leave you two alone.
he remains completely still in his spot. “hey,” he breaths, and you both immediately pick up on the fact that you’re not the only one who is nervous. he continues to stumble over his words, hoping your natural warm presence will eventually melt him out of his stance. “it’s good to see you.”
you pull your lips into an awkward smile. you too — the two words sit restlessly on the tip of your tongue, but for some reason you’re unable to speak them into existence.
“great match! you played really well!”
he knows you’re smearing on thick, serving him a little white lie. because despite winning, he didn’t performed nearly as well as he could have. maybe being back home, knowing you were easily a car ride away, had messed with his head.
“thanks,” he says even though he can’t help but quirk a suspect eyebrow. “i didn’t see you. in the audience.”
“i watched from the hallway entrance. you know, the one in the top to the left?” it makes sense why he hadn’t seen you. tobio wouldn’t have been able to see anyone up there in that lighting. “and i also came late.”
“oh. okay.”
oh. okay.
he feels stupid as the sorry excuse for a response leaves his lips, but the unexpected reunion has caused his brain you temporarily short circuit.
“i wasn’t even sure if i should come,” you avert your gaze, tilting it to look at your own fingers.
“glad you did,” he says, wishing he could have mustered a steadier speech than he did.
there’s a whirlwind of turmoil causing havoc inside him, as he debates whether or not he should seize this moment that the universe has served him and finally let himself be selfish with you.
it’s so tempting. especially when you’re nearly within reach. he only needs to take five steps forward and he can pull you into him and have you rest your cheek against his chest like you always used to.
ex!tobio who dares take three steps closer at first.
when you look up at him again, he is scared you’ll step away once you see he is standing closer. but if anything, it looks as if you relax, lips parting with a soft sigh as you look at him with such awe in your eyes.
“how are you?” you ask innocently, knowing the answer you’ll get is not the answer you want.
he shrugs nonchalantly. “not too bad,” he lies, and he hopes you’ll call him out for it. “been busy.”
“so i’ve seen,” you try to smile, but you’re almost certain your sadness swallows it.
“you have?” there is a hint of pleasant surprise in his tone.
“of course,” you nod. “promised i would, didn’t i?”
and for the first time during your conversation, he smiles genuinely. it’s faint, almost unnoticeable, but it’s there and it’s so typical tobio.
ex!tobio who finally decides he cannot fight his desires anymore. your gentle affirmation, a reminder of your devotion to each other, wis the last drop that madke the glass run over.
he says your name, and you tilt your head at him.
“yeah?”
“i still love you.”
author's note : just need to remind you all i still love him... even tho this might not be the fic that proves it hehe
