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Hinata Shouyou was obsessed with humping things. He had been for a while. Nothing could compare to the feeling of his clit being dragged or rubbed or smushed against a surface. Whether it was his favourite plushie or the bench outside of the gym or his bathroom counter, he was addicted.
He was currently on his tip-toes, grinding his clit against the kitchen table. The wood was hard and almost painful, but it hurt so good. He’d never been more glad that his family wasn’t home, his mom at work and Natsu at a friend's house.
Hinata’s nails scratched against the top of the table, the sound so loud in the near silent kitchen. Apart from his moans, of course. Breathy sounds followed by high pitched whines. “Fuck, yes.”
His eyes fell shut, lashes fluttering. One perk of doing so much training was the fact that his feet were fine stretching like that for so long.
The fact that he still had pants on made it even better. The fabric of them added to the friction against his nub, sending little shockwaves of pleasure through his body.
His underwear was slick with his own wetness. He would probably have to change afterward, which was annoying, considering he’d only gotten dressed maybe twenty minutes earlier.
He might be late for practice, but he was a hormonal teenager. He needed this. Without some kind of release, he wouldn’t be able to function.
At all times, Hinata felt like there were a million live ants buzzing under his skin. So much energy was built up inside of him and it couldn’t be released no matter how much volleyball and training and exercise he did. The only thing that soothed it was masturbation. Hot, wet pleasure.
His hips sped as he rubbed himself even harder against the table’s edge. It nearly stung and he ached and yearned for release. His rhythm stuttered and his vision flashed white until he felt himself finally let go.
“Oh shit, shit,” Hinata shouted, head dropping as he clung to the table. He leaned down and pressed his forehead to the cool wood, letting it lull him until he was calm enough to stand up and grab his bag.
Checking his phone, Hinata gasped and scarpered out the front door. Kageyama messaged him saying he would leave without him and there was no way in hell Hinata would let him arrive first.
He would have to deal with wet underwear for the rest of the day, it seemed.
English was simply the worst subject. How was he expected to pay attention when all the teacher did was drone on and on about something he could never hope to understand?
Hinata had to find ways to keep himself engaged. Otherwise he’d fall asleep!
If that meant sneaking a hand between his legs so that he could rub his cunt against his fingertips, well, what other choice did he have?
His pussy was drooling, desperate for more. He pet it softly, apologetic. He couldn’t do that right now.
Hinata’s head lolled backward, ginger curls damp at the hairline. He was being so obvious, the whole class could probably tell exactly what he was doing. The person beside him could glance at him and see how he bit his lip. The teacher could call on him and they would all hear his shaky attempts at answering a question, barely able to catch his breath. Maybe somebody could smell him, the salty sweet scent of sex.
It was too much.
He dropped his pencil, but he hadn’t taken any notes during the class anyways. His hand flew to his mouth so that he could bite into the flesh of it. It was just enough for him to muffle any possible noises.
The heel of his palm was pressed harshly against his clit like it could stop the buzzing waves of electricity that bursted from the area.
Hinata’s knees bounced and his shoes tapped the classroom’s linoleum floor. The thudding of his heart was so loud in his ears, everything else falling silent.
His hearing came back in bits and pieces.
“Hinata?”
He blinked lazily. “Huh? I mean um. Yes?”
The teacher stared down his nose at him. “Keep the daydreaming at home, please.” He advised over the snickering of classmates.
Hinata flushed, but it was best-case-scenario, really. Daydreaming in class was much more excusable than what he’d really been partaking in.
“Yes, sir.”
Hinata loved volleyball more than anything. But sometimes, when practice ran on, he started to feel the itch.
He forced himself to keep going until things wrapped up, and his hand shot up when Daichi asked who would clean up afterwards. He wasn’t really sure why, until he got into the storage room.
It was dark in there, as always. Cold concrete floor and mismatched sporting equipment. Hinata’s eyes locked in on the volleyballs he’d just put away.
Swirling blue and yellow. He picked a ball up and squeezed it, feeling the firmness. His eyes flicked to the door, where Noya was sweeping up while talking to Tanaka. They were far from done.
Hinata slid the door closed as quietly as he could.
The ball dropped to the floor and bounced once, twice. Hinata sank to his knees next to it and thought about what he was about to do.
The concrete was harsh to his already bruised knees, but that was the last thing on his mind. He let out one last breath before straddling the ball.
It was a bit too big, he had to stretch his already exerted thighs until they burned. For some reason, that added to his pleasure.
He dripped with anticipation.
His pussy mashed against the smooth surface, lips spreading like butter. His fingernails clung to the ground.
Hinata nearly slipped forward face first into the floor when he heard voices pass the storage room. Right, he wasn’t alone. He might not have much time left.
A normal person would probably take this as a sign to stop such indecent behaviour.
Hinata must not be a normal person, then.
He braced himself before he started to quickly hump the volleyball. The same ball that his teammates, that his friends, would probably play with. And they would be none the wiser to what had been done with it.
It was fast and obscene and dirty. His ass slid back and forth over the roundness and he had to go faster and harder or else it would slip out from underneath him.
Humping a volleyball was a workout in itself, to be completely honest. Hinata’s back arched rhythmically and he gasped. His hair fell into his eyes.
It was a desperate affair, up until the end.
His clit thoroughly enjoyed the vulgarness of the scene, fluttering happily. He nearly giggled, his heat filled mind barely able to process any more.
A spring coiled tightly in his abdomen, his core tensing in preparation. And then it released. His hips bucked out the last surges of bliss until he finally slumped forward.
All energy had been sapped from Hinata’s body, but he’d never felt better. The ball rolled innocently back behind him.
How had he never done that before?
Hinata was pleasing himself with his pillow. A nice one, a little squishy so that he could sit upon it comfortably, but with enough toughness that it would press against his bundle of nerves deliciously.
It was a common occurrence.
Tonight was different though.
His family wasn’t home. No mom to nag him about chores, no Natsu to whine and ask to play. But he wasn’t home alone.
Kageyama was there. In his bedroom. On his floor. Fast asleep on the futon that Hinata usually kept in the closet.
Hinata’s face was red with exertion, harsh, panting breaths escaping his pink lips. His back was damp with sweat that seeped through the back of his pyjama shirt and he clutched the bed sheets with all of his strength.
“Oh…” He gasped quietly, thighs shaking. He felt so good that he almost couldn’t keep going, but if he stopped he would surely die.
A hand snuck past the hem of his top and tweaked his nipple, the twinges of pleasure like flames in his chest. His bottom lip stung from how much he was nibbling on it to contain his whines.
He couldn’t be loud, but containing his noises was so hard. Every whimper begged to be released. He couldn’t, he couldn’t, he couldn’t.
Kageyama would hear him. His cheeks felt hotter at the thought and he felt like such a pervert because why did that make him even hornier?
Kageyama was his best friend! He’d come all the way here so that they could stay up watching volleyball match recordings to prepare for their next one, and here Hinata was, getting off to the thought of Kageyama hearing him touch himself.
It was embarrassing and shameful and Hinata was so disgusted in himself.
He was so wet. His pillow had a stickiness over the top from how much he’d leaked onto it. He would have to wash it, but it wasn’t his first rodeo.
God, he was so shameless. It was sinful, what he was doing.
He grinded harder.
He was scum.
His cunt clenched and spasmed.
He was really so, so, so-
There was a grunt from the floor.
Hinata’s entire body stilled. His blood ran cold. His heart ceased to beat. Everything was silent. He thought he might be sick.
For what seemed to be an impossibly long amount of time, nothing happened. Like actually, really nothing. Just stillness and silence.
Badump, badump. Hinata could hear his heart beat. Like he had so many times in the past. But this time it wasn’t the rush of a volleyball match, or the exhilaration of getting off.
It was pure anxiety.
Kageyama had caught him.
Hinata desperately held onto the pillow he’d been humping. His bare thighs prickled with goosebumps.
Tears brimmed in his eyes.
There was a shuffling beside him, down on the floor. His stomach churned and he prepared to be punched or slapped or whatever else Kageyama had in store for him.
Hinata realised he didn’t really want his last moments to be in just his underwear so he scrambled to grab his blanket to cover his bottom half. And if he was doing that, then he might as well cover his face as well.
He buried his head into the duvet, praying that the next time he opened his eyes it would all be a dream.
But really, he deserved this. He’d done this to himself. He should have known better.
“Hinata.”
His hands shook.
He didn’t reply. He was already doomed, anything he said would only serve to make things worse.
The blanket was pulled away from him. It felt like he was stripped away of more than just that though. He felt raw.
In front of him stood Kageyama. His hair was tousled and his cheeks were pink, the same way they get when he loses his temper. His eyes were narrowed but shinier than Hinata had seen them. He was a little sweaty, like he’d just played a hard match and he was staring intently into Hinata’s eyes, like he was looking for something.
Kageyama was never really one to make such intense eye contact. Hinata couldn’t take it. He looked away.
The next place his eyes fell was…
Oh.
Oh.
Kageyama was wearing loose pyjama pants. They were patterned with dark blue plaid. And right there, at the crotch, Hinata noticed something.
He was rock fucking hard.
Like. Wow. He looked damn big too.
Of course, Hinata had seen it before. Fully naked and everything. Not that he’d fully stared at it or anything. Just in passing, when they were changing or showering or bathing as a team.
But then it had been soft and he couldn’t let his gaze linger or else it would get very weird very quickly.
Now he did stare, because Kageyama had definitely just heard and possibly seen him hump a pillow and there was no way things could get weirder than that.
“My eyes are up here,” Kageyama said snarkily, like he wasn’t the dorkiest guy in the world. Hinata couldn’t say much though, he was just as bad.
“Yeah. Uhm.”
He couldn’t think. Everything that came to mind he had to instantly push away because it was too much. Too much and too… wrong. Hinata wasn’t supposed to think of Kageyama in this way. Kageyama was just his annoying teammate that he wanted to beat. He wasn’t supposed to want to beat his meat!
Hinata shoved the blanket back over his eyes, much to Kageyama’s dismay. “Stop it!” He said, and his ears were pink.
“Stop what?” Kageyama asked, snatching the blanket away again. He tossed it to the ground. Hinata shivered. He wasn’t cold.
Hinata groaned and shoved his hands over his crotch. The best place to keep them, of course. “Stop… revealing me!”
Kageyama scoffed. “You revealed yourself, idiot. You knew I was in the room. You wanted me to see you like this.”
“That’s not true!” Hinata’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. “Y-yeah I knew you were there. Obviously. Just. Um. You were supposed to be asleep! Why weren’t you? I bet you stayed up just to see me! See! You’re the weird one!”
Kageyama’s face darkened the same way it did whenever Hinata challenged him. “How was I supposed to stay asleep with you squealing in my ear?”
“Squealing?” Hinata gaped at him in fury.
Kageyama just stared at him. A look that said ‘I know what I said and I’m not taking it back.’
“I was NOT squealing. I was. Whimpering!”
“Whimpering?” Kageyama’s lip quirked. Hinata had come to know it as the expression Kageyama made when he found something funny. “Yeah, that’s so much better.”
Hinata launched himself at Kageyama, wrapping his hands around his throat. It was annoyingly high.
He neglected to remember the fact that his hands were really the only thing protecting the little dignity he had left.
A larger hand curled around his thigh. Hinata whimpered. (Yes, whimpered. He did NOT squeal. He wasn’t a pig!)
Kageyama used the hand around his thigh to yank him down. He was strong and the force was enough to have him bouncing back against the mattress. The air was pushed from Hinata’s lungs as he stared up, up, up.
From down here, Kageyama looked strangely attractive. Dark and handsome, one might say. His hair straight and pushed into his eyes, which were deep and stormy. He was bathed in the moonlight that seeped in through a crack in the curtains and in that moment Hinata had never felt more scared or turned on in his entire life.
“H-Hey.. Kageyama.. Let’s just.. Calm down a litt-”
Before he could even finish his sentence, Kageyama grabbed his face, effectively shutting him up. His fingers dug into the plump flesh of Hinata’s cheeks, squishing them. He let out a garbled yelp of dismay.
“Calm down?” Kageyama was leaning down over him now. It was suffocating but for some reason there was a fire burning in Hinata’s loins. He curled his toes and struggled out of his grasp.
“Yes!” Hinata snapped. “We can just… forget about this. Please.” His voice was a little wet.
There was a dark chuckle. It wasn’t a sound he’d ever heard before. It wasn’t the evil sort of thing he’d expect from Kageyama, moreso almost.. Tempting.
Hinata looked up at Kageyama through his lashes.
“You think I’d be able to forget about this?” Kageyama brought one of his hands down to slide over the inside of Hinata’s bare thigh. His legs were splayed open and Kageyama was really taking full advantage of it. His touch was almost reverent.
His fingers glided further. The calluses were rough on his sensitive skin. His pussy was hot with anticipation as Kageyama’s hand got nearer and nearer to where he needed it most. Hinata’s head fell back and he let out a breathy sound. “‘Yama…”
He could practically hear the shark-like grin on Kageyama’s face. “On second thought… Yeah, maybe we should just forget about this.” He retracted his touch. The loss was cold and left Hinata aching.
“No!” He couldn’t keep the word from slipping. “Please.”
It was wrong. He shouldn’t. Kageyama was his best friend. They weren’t supposed to…
The hand returned.
Hinata’s entire body flooded with warmth.
It felt so right.
Kageyama’s fingers danced over the supple skin of his thigh. His other hand knocked Hinata’s knee to the side until it rested against the bed, spreading his legs further.
One finger ever so lightly grazed the middle of Hinata’s white panties. The fabric was wet. Soaked, to be more precise. There was a sharp intake of breath. He couldn’t be sure which one of them it came from.
The touch disappeared. Kageyama slid onto the bed. Hinata’s eyes followed him wildly, refusing to let Kageyama out of his sight.
“Come here.” Kageyama said in lieu of an explanation. He couldn’t do anything other than comply.
Hinata crawled towards him, the bed creaking with his movements. Before he could ask what was wanted of him, Kageyama patted his own thigh. An invitation to sit.
He paused briefly, but all he could think about was the feeling of warm hands on his skin, a feeling he needed back and soon.
Carefully, he straddled Kageyama’s thick thigh. He settled his weight onto it, not daring to make eye contact with its owner.
Fingers touched under his chin, forcing him to look up. Kageyama’s eyes were inky, pupils dilated to the point that there was just a thin ring of blue left. It was hypnotising to look into.
“Show me?”
Hinata’s breath left him in a whoosh. “W..What?”
“What you were doing earlier. With the pillow.”
He flushed. “Wh.. No!”
Kageyama’s brows furrowed and his lips almost entered a pout. “Why not?” He asked. “I already saw you do it. Just do it again.”
“O-On your thigh?! No way! That’s… No!”
Large hands slid down his waist until they landed on his ass cheeks. They pushed him forward, then pulled him back, forcing him to do a rocking motion. A breath caught in his throat and he almost choked.
Hinata braced a hand on Kageyama’s bare chest, nails digging into the olive skin. “W-wait..”
Kageyama repeated it.
Hinata let out a gasped moan. The forced stimulation of his clit felt better than anything he’d done in the past. Kageyama’s hands cupping his ass, his dark eyes watching his every move, his warm breath in the air.
Before he knew it, his hips were moving. He was humping his best friend's thigh and he loved it.
Kageyama held him tight and pressed his thigh upwards so that he received overwhelming amounts of pleasure. One hand trailed up his spine, making him shiver, to intertwine with his hair. Kageyama tugged on it, forcing his head to fly back. Hinata could only moan.
The long line of his throat was exposed like this and Kageyama dived in, latching his mouth on. He nipped quick and fast at the skin and Hinata squirmed. Kageyama huffed a little laugh at his wiggling, the hot air wetting his neck.
Hinata humped fast. He was practically gushing wetness, saturating his panties even further and surely wetting Kageyama’s thigh too.
The sheer amount of pleasure that Hinata was in was staggering. With Kageyama holding him so tight he couldn’t escape it. Just had to keep going. Keep humping more and more, grinding his swollen clit into the dampness of his underwear, the material of Kageyama’s pyjama pants, the firmness of his muscled thigh. Kageyama nibbled his jawline, sending out little sparks that just served to further overwhelm him.
“Kageyama…” He wailed out. His mind could barely form words.
Teeth and lips left his jaw and trailed up his chin, leaving a trail of wet saliva that burned too good. The lips met his and their noses bumped with his eagerness to return the kiss he was offered.
It was sloppy and wet and messy, but so was everything else. Hinata wound his arms around Kageyama’s neck to drag him ever closer. Their shared body heat made him feel like he was on some tropical island, like sun beaming down on them, a balmy warmth.
A firm squeeze of his ass reminded him to keep up the movement of his hips which had slowed as he lost himself in the kiss. Their tongues were fervent, slurping and sucking and dancing in each other’s mouths.
Hinata couldn’t even keep up a rhythm anymore, hips frantically rutting, rolling against the strong, solidness that was Kageyama’s thigh. He has to pull back from the kiss because he’s so out of breath and buries his face in the crook of Kageyama’s neck, breathing deeply. Kageyama smelled like the deodorant that he sprayed on himself after practice that Hinata’s always loved the smell of, sharp and masculine. Underneath is a heady musk that made Hinata tuck his head in even closer, just to reach more of the scent.
“Ahh..!” Hinata gasped wetly. “Kageyama… Gonna come.”
Kageyama groaned quietly right next to his ear. “Yeah? Keep humping my thigh. Good boy.” The last part was just a whisper but it makes something inside of him come loose. His orgasm rushed forward like waves on a beach and suddenly he was seizing and shaking and crying in Kageyama’s arms.
Once he stopped quivering, Kageyama laid him down on the bed. His hands were still warm. Hinata’s eyes snapped open when he felt fingers on the waistband of his panties.
“Wait-”
Kageyama slowly peeled the soaked panties from Hinata’s wet cunt. Hinata simply watched with wide eyes, doing nothing to stop him. He was a little in awe of the sheer wetness of his pussy. He’d been incredibly horny in the past, and therefore very wet, but never this much. He was entirely drenched. He should probably drink a few litres of water after this to make up for all the fluid he lost.
Cool air rushed towards the dampness, making him shiver. Kageyama soothed him with a pass of his rough thumb over Hinata’s cunt. If anything it just made him shake more, the overstimulation a little much to bear.
Hinata stared at Kageyama’s face, then. His eyes were even darker than they were before, lidded. He looked fiercely aroused, and Hinata remembered the fact that he hadn’t yet reciprocated. His gaze flicked down to the bulge in Kageyama’s pants. It was a little intimidating, just how big it is.
He jolted suddenly. Was- Was that-?
Hinata’s head fell back in a moan. “Kag- Kageyama..”
Kageyama crooked his finger. The finger he’d just shoved inside of Hinata’s pussy without warning.
He grinded it against Hinata’s g-spot, making him yelp. The feeling would already be overwhelming, the fact that he’d just came making it almost impossible to withstand.
“Mmffff….” Hinata cried, tears brimming in his eyes and getting caught in his lashes. “Don’t stop.”
Kageyama worked in a second finger. The stretch was delicious. Hinata’s hips bucked and he ached for more.
The fingers were pulled away. He whined in dismay but his worries were soon quelled by Kageyama pulling his cock out of his pyjama pants.
His shaft was olive, the head flushed red. It was long and impossibly hard. Hinata burned thinking about it inside of him, watched it twitch and spurt a little pre-cum as Kageyama held it. He swallowed dryly. His other lips, the ones lower down, were far from dry.
“Hinata.” Kageyama said simply, prompting him to look up. To look away from the hard, leaking cock that Hinata was pretty sure was staring right back at him. “Shouyou.”
“Yeah?” Hinata croaked. Had Kageyama ever called him that before?
Kageyama stroked the side of his face, gentler than he’d ever been. He tucked one lock of ginger hair behind Hinata’s hair. It was slightly damp with sweat. Hinata’s eyes slipped closed at the soft touch, curling into it.
He got closer and kiss Hinata’s lips. He had to spread his legs a little more to accommodate for Kageyama between them.
The tip of his cock pressed against Hinata’s slit. It slid, unable to gain purchase with the wetness that Hinata was producing.
Kageyama leaned back so that he could see and pushed one of Hinata’s legs up so that his knee was pressed against his chest. He felt a trickle of stickiness drip down from his desperate pussy.
Gripping his cock, Kageyama guided it towards his hole. With a little bit of pressure, he finally began to stretch Hinata open.
“Hnnn…” Hinata gripped the sheets, fingers slipping.
Kageyama bit his lip, continuing to sink a little deeper. Hinata’s walls fluttered around his lengthy cock, tight and wet. He could barely think. The only thing that occupied his mind was the feeling of Kageyama, parting him further and further.
Hinata swore his soul left his body when Kageyama brushed up against his g-spot, the pressure too little and too much at the same time. He tried to push more of the member into himself but Kageyama was quick to grab his hip and stop him. “Easy,” he said, voice like gravel. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
He sobbed slightly, so full of pure need. Kageyama leaned down and kissed him deeply. His tongue passed over Hinata’s lips, steadily driving him insane and sending shockwaves through his aching body.
Kageyama grunted as his pelvis finally met Hinata, cock lodged deep in his tight pussy. Hinata’s velvety walls quivered around him.
“You’re fucking tight for a whore,” Kageyama murmured. Hinata shot him a glare.
“What? I’m not a whore!”
Kageyama raised a brow. “Not a whore? A slut, then. You have to be a slut to be able to masturbate with somebody else in the room.”
Hinata flushed, shame filling his body. For some reason it just made him hornier. He clamped down on Kageyama’s dick.
“Fuck,” Kageyama groaned, unable to control his hips from moving at the stimulation. Hinata smirked, this time squeezing around him purposefully. “There’s nothing wrong with it. You’re a dirty little slut and that’s fine.”
Hinata couldn’t respond because Kageyama quickly reared back and slammed into him. He keened loudly into the silent room. The silence proceeded to be filled with the quick slapping of skin and the creaking of the bed.
Watching Kageyama’s length disappear inside of him in quick strokes was kind of amazing, like some erotic magic trick. The ecstasy he was in was pretty magical too.
Hinata’s cunt swallowed him up greedily, squelching as it did so, because, for the nth time, he was unbelievably wet.
He was approaching the edge, he could tell. With every thrust, Kageyama’s cock rubbed against his g-spot, making his legs tremble and indecent moans spill from his spit-slick lips.
“Kage..yama!” He said through a lewd moan. Like he was a girl in one of those shitty pornos that Noya and Tanaka talked about.
Kageyama drilled into him even faster. “You gonna come again? Like a cheap whore? Hm?”
The filthy words made his back arch and his chest heave. “Fuck- Yes! Yes!”
“Good boy.”
It was those words that sent Hinata flying over the edge. His vision went black and obscene noises spewed out of his mouth. He felt himself tighten around Kageyama and his legs flew around his waist, locking Kageyama inside of him. He couldn’t fucking live without that cock inside of him. Tremors wracked his body, like an earthquake went off inside of him.
Kageyama follows right behind him. He unloads far too much cum for one man into Hinata’s cunt and when he pulls out it’s sloppy and wet and entirely debauched.
Maybe Hinata Shouyou had found an obsession even better than humping.