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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Hinata_Shouyou/Kozume_Kenma
  Character:
      Hinata_Shouyou, Kozume_Kenma
  Additional Tags:
      Trans_Female_Character, Trans_Hinata_Shouyou, Semi-Public_Sex, Bathroom
      Sex, Cunnilingus, Clothed_Sex, Breast_Fucking, Bukkake
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-03-03 Words: 6520
****** A Reason for Change ******
by BrushDog
Summary
     There's a few things about Kozume Kenma that change when Hinata
     Shouyou enters her life, including just how far she's willing to go
     when it's the first time she and her girlfriend are alone since their
     confession.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
If someone had asked Kozume Kenma when and where she thought she'd lose her
virginity, the answer she would have given would have definitely  not  been
right before the start of the Spring Tournament in a locked stall of the girls'
restroom. If anyone had asked that question of her more than a few months prior
to the tournament itself, the answer would have been an avoidant and stubborn
"never and nowhere."
Kenma wasn't quite sure if she could call her change of heart sudden, even if
her pounding heart and sweating palms made it feel that way sometimes, but she
definitely knew that it all boiled down to a single, very insistent reason.
Hinata Shouyou.
Kenma wasn't a social person. She hated the sort of unspoken rules and
expectations that seemed to be pervasive in every form of human interaction.
Speak properly to your elders, don't talk back to the upperclassmen, bow here,
introduce yourself here, ask how the weather's been here, here, and here. It
was all just a nagging pressure at the back of her mind, an annoyance that left
an ugly taste at the back of her throat when she thought about the way people
used it as an excuse to pry into anything they thought was their business (Hey
don't you have a boyfriend yet?) or push other people around until they got
their way (You can't say no. I'm your senpai, you know.)
With Hinata, none of that mattered. Even though it was Hinata who'd come
blazing into her life like a ray of sunlight piercing the clouds, Kenma never
felt like Hinata's interest was anything other than genuine. When Hinata asked
about the games she was playing, about how Nekoma's practices were going, about
whether or not Kenma thought she'd passed her midterm exams, it wasn't because
Hinata was trying to hold Kenma up against some sort of imaginary ruler of what
was "right" or "proper." Hinata just wanted to know, that was all.
Kenma didn't feel like she'd opened up particularly quickly. At first she was a
little off put by Hinata's enthusiasm, but even their first encounter made it
fairly clear that Hinata didn't care about things like honorifics or proper
introductions or anything like that. Yet as time went on, with more text
messages exchanged back and forth than Kenma could even think to count, it
settled into something easier, something comfortable. There was a jolt under
Kenma's skin when she saw Hinata's name light up on her phone. Her focus
narrowed with a single-minded intensity when those notifications came, to the
point that even Kuroo started bemoaning the loss of her best friend with mock
sincerity.
When Hinata texted her a confession only minutes after Karasuno's team left the
emergency training camp held in late December, it felt like something had
settled into place. Kuroo teased her that it had been love at first sight.
Although Kenma had protested, her cheeks still flushed with the cold air and
her own joy, she admitted she couldn't exactly think of how she could have
proved Kuroo wrong.
Neither of them really gave much thought to being divided by a two hour
shinkansen ride and hundreds of kilometers, especially since they knew they'd
have a chance to meet again at the Spring Tournament. What Kenma hadn't planned
on, though, was walking in on Hinata when she'd made her escape from the crowds
and clamor in the women's restroom at the far end of the tournament venue.
Hinata stared at her, wide eyed where she was crouched at the side of the
Western-style toilet, her mouth hanging open as a choked squeak escaped from
it.
"--Oh," Kenma said.
She admitted she hadn't been paying attention. Her cell phone had given her a
convenient excuse to avoid the onlookers and other teams, and the stall door
had been open when she tried it. She had texted Hinata a while ago, asking if
she'd arrived yet, where she was staying, but the reason why Hinata hadn't
replied was fairly apparent now.
"Kenma--" Hinata found her voice again, jumping to her feet only to curl over
again with a grimace of pain.
"Shouyou," Kenma said. Slowly she lowered her phone into her pocket. Her eyes
quickly darted to the toilet bowl, nostrils flaring as she took a quick breath
in. "You haven't--?"
"Huh?" Hinata looked up, then to the toilet bowl, then back to Kenma with a
look of stricken horror. "N-No! No, I just--" she swallowed hard, forcing her
arms to her sides as she stood up straight again, shoulders bunched until they
nearly touched her ears. "I was just a little nervous!"
"Ah," Kenma nodded. She pursed her lips. She could see Hinata's bravado in the
way her palms were shaking, in the press of her cheeks and the way she drew her
lower lip in under her teeth. She'd seen that sort of expression on Hinata
before, when she was demanding tosses or insisting she needed just one more try
to get a spike right. The thought had never occurred to Kenma before now, but
it was a really cute look on Hinata.
"You're always nervous before games, aren't you?" she said instead, dropping
her gaze and softening her tone.
"I can't help it," Hinata said, cheeks still puffed. When Kenma stole a glance
up, she could see Hinata's posture relax, shoulders curving inward as her hands
folded together, fidgeting. "This is what it's all for."
"It is," Kenma said. She shifted slightly, settling. It wasn't what she'd
expected, but she was happy to see Hinata again. A small knot seemed to have
lodged itself in the back of her throat, somewhere just above the heavier,
faster beat of her heart.
"It's good to see you again, Shouyou."
"Oh--" Hinata's eyes went wide for a moment, as if the reality of who she was
talking to had just sunk in, as if the truth of their text message confessions
were finally coming back to her in a rush. Her cheeks tinged red, her hands
grabbing at the hem of her shirt, pulling at it. "It's good to see you too,
Kenma," she said with a smile.
Kenma's heart stuttered in her throat. She had to remember to breathe for a
second before she could find her voice again.
"Yeah," was all she could think to say.
"I was--" Hinata started, then stopped. "I mean--er--it's--the message I sent
you--"
Kenma blinked, puzzled for a moment before she remembered. Hinata had sent her
a message late last night, way past when either of them should have been up,
and about an hour past when Hinata had even said she was going to bed.
All it said was "There's something I want to tell you tomorrow."
Kenma had been confused, but she'd still replied with a simple "okay" and
settled it at that.
"You wanted to say something," Kenma prompted, trying to help Hinata through
her faltering speech.
"Yeah, I really do, Kenma."
Hinata turned her face up. As much as her body seemed to be a bundle of nervous
energy, restlessly shifting and constantly in motion, she stilled in this
moment, her gaze fixed on Kenma's eyes.
If it was anyone else, save for maybe Kuroo, Kenma would have looked away. She
hated drawing the attention of others, she hated feeling like every movement
and motion she made was being picked apart and held against some sort of
invisible, impossible standard. But it was Hinata, and because it was Hinata
she didn't look away. She stepped forward, slowly, reaching out to Hinata with
one hand.
"Go on and say it," she said, prompting.
She was nervous, probably about as nervous as Hinata was in that moment. They'd
talked over their feelings in text and on the phone but none of it was really
the same as seeing each other face to face for the first time after Hinata's
confession. Hinata's bright eyes flicked down to Kenma's outstretched hand then
back up before she shuffled forward, reaching out to close both her hands
around Kenma's, squeezing tight.
"I like you Kenma," she said, her voice even and stern.
It wasn't a surprise, but Kenma felt her cheeks flush all the same. Her fingers
curled inside of Hinata's hand, her palm already sweaty to the touch, but she
didn't think that Hinata would mind.
"I--do too," she said. Her lips twisted into a scowl at her own hesitation and
she let out a short breath. Her brows knit together as she met Hinata's eyes
with a clear intensity all her own. "I don't want to take back what I said. I'm
not usually very good with people, but with you, it's easier. I don't feel like
I have to be a certain kind of person with you, Shouyou. You don't mind if I do
what I want."
"Of course I don't mind," Hinata replied, cheeks puffed in a short-lived pout.
"It really doesn't matter at all."
"I know that, that's what I said," Kenma said with a low exhale. She felt her
lips curving into a smile despite herself, her mind dizzy with the thought of
how easy it was to say it, to let Hinata know. "You're amazing, Shouyou."
"I--" Hinata's cheeks immediately darkened in color and even though Kenma had
never really had the chance to see Hinata blush like that before, she decided
then and there that she liked it as well.
"--You're really great too!" Hinata stammered, tugging at Kenma's hands,
forcing her to take a half-step forward. "Whenever I talk to you it's just like
fwoosh  and  fuwah  and I feel like I'm floating or flying or I'm diving across
the court but I never come down!"
"That doesn't make any sense," Kenma said under her breath. Suddenly she was
aware of how close they were standing, Hinata's face tilted up with only their
joined hands and a few centimeters dividing them. Her ears filled with the
sound of her heartbeat, loud enough that it nearly drowned out Hinata's voice.
"It's still how I feel," Hinata said. She squeezed against Kenma's hands for
emphasis and Kenma squeezed back in return. Hinata startled, glancing down for
a moment before she looked back up to Kenma. "Anyway, I--uh--Kenma..." Hinata's
voice trailed off, her eyes flicking back and forth across Kenma's face, as if
they were tracing and memorizing every line of it.
"Shouyou," Kenma answered. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips before she
drew them in, worrying them against her teeth. Even the touch of her own teeth
and tongue felt electric, like something was tingling beneath her skin, static
and sharp with anticipation.
"Before you--" Kenma stopped and swallowed, finding her breath again. "Before
you say what you want to say. Can I ask you something?"
Hinata nodded emphatically, her bright orange hair bouncing against her temples
and cheekbones. Kenma's eyes caught the hint of pink that escaped her lips as
Hinata's tongue mirrored the motion of Kenma's from only moments before.
Kenma's breath left her in a rush. Her eyes flicked from the motion to meet
Hinata's gaze, sharp and eager.
"Can I kiss you?"
She realized she was leaning in before Hinata even had a chance to reply, but
the second she caught herself, she felt the wet heat of Hinata's breath over
her lips.
"--Yeah."
That was all the confirmation she needed.
The first touch was like a spark. Hinata's lips felt too hot against hers, but
she pushed on anyway. Truth be told, Kenma didn't have any idea of how kissing
worked. She'd heard her classmates gossip about it, other members of the
volleyball team mentioned it in passing, but none of that had mattered at the
time. Kenma never thought that she'd even want to kiss someone until Hinata had
come along, and now here she was, lips inexpertly pressing hard over Hinata's
where the two of them stood in the tournament venue's bathroom.
It was easy enough for Kenma to ignore everything else that was around them.
She could ignore the fact that Kuroo would come looking for her, eventually.
She could ignore the classmates and family members gathered for the tournament,
the reporters and opposing teams all making their ways through the halls and
milling about before the first games began. It was surprisingly easy to wipe
all of that away from her mind so the only thought that crossed her mind, the
only thing that mattered, was how soft Hinata's lips were.
Yet despite how soft they were, despite how good it felt, Kenma's inexperience
eventually won over as she pulled away. Her lips parted to such in a low
breath, her eyes slow to open, only to find Hinata's flustered gaze in front of
her.
The corner of his lips tugged into a smile, her hand twisting a little against
Hinata's.
"That was all I--"
"One more time--"
Kenma startled.
"Shouyou--?"
Hinata's hands twitched and loosened against hers, both of them flying upward
with a mind of their own to drag through Kenma's hair faster than the motion of
Hinata's infamous quick. Calloused fingertips bumped against her ears and the
skin at the nape of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.
Hinata was watching her. Hinata was watching only her in that moment, her eyes
wild and intent on one thing.
"Kiss me again, Kenma--"
Every hair on Kenma's body felt like it was standing on end. It was like a
shock had run through her, leaving her skin tingling and warm in its aftermath.
Her breath stuttered in her throat. She knew Hinata liked her. She even had
some idea of what it meant to have a girlfriend. That didn't quite prepare her
for what it was like to have the full force of Hinata's desire turned on her
and her alone.
Her hands fumbled upwards as well, stumbling to catch on the point of Hinata's
elbow before following it up to curl her hands lightly over Hinata's wrists.
Hinata was silent throughout it all, her gaze fixed, jaw set, waiting for her
answer.
Instead of saying anything, Kenma only leaned forward and let her lips find
Hinata's again.
Kissing the second time didn't make either of them more experienced at it, but
with Hinata's enthusiasm behind the force of her action, Kenma knew what to do.
In volleyball and kissing both, it was easier for her when there was an action
she could read to know the proper reaction. As Hinata's lips braced up against
hers with near-bruising force, Hinata's blunt nails dragging over the back of
her neck, Kenma tried twisting her lips in turn, pliant and inviting as she
leaned in closer.
In the end, it wasn't difficult. Hinata kissed in the same way that she seemed
to approach almost anything in her life. It was the same way she'd met Kenma,
the same way she'd caught Kenma's attention on the court with a magnetism that
Kenma couldn't resist. It was the reason the two of them were where they were,
Hinata's back pressed against the wall of a bathroom as Kenma drew eager,
keening sounds from her with nothing more than the press of her lips and
tongue.
When Kenma pulled away to breathe, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride
at the sight of Hinata's red and kissed swollen lips.
"Shouyou," she said on an exhale, her voice rough on the edges.
"Kenma," Hinata answered. Her fingertips turned to trace long lines against
Kenma's neck, pressing her forward as they made a trail upward against her
scalp and then back down.
Kenma's eyes fell half closed, an involuntary hum escaping the back of her
throat. Even though she felt her cheeks flush from it, she ignored both of
them, favoring a kiss to the corner of Hinata's lips instead.
Her lips traced a trail against Hinata's cheek, along the line of her jaw to
where it curved at the soft patch of skin just beneath her ear. Hinata's hair
tickled against her nose and she wrinkled it but she didn't stop. Hinata's
breath was hot against her skin as well, soft, eager sounds sinking in and
echoing off the bathroom walls.
She found Hinata's waist in her hands, drawing her closer as Hinata's hands
carded restless through her hair, against her back. When Kenma straightened up
again, her eyes wide and lips parted with the force of her kisses, Hinata's
entire body was a single hot line pressed flush against her chest, their legs
tangled together, hips only centimeters apart.
Hinata's face was red. Her pupils were spreading wide and dark over the fiery
glow of her eyes. Kenma had spent enough time in her life watching other
people, judging their reactions and taking action in her own way. She'd never
seen anyone want her like Hinata did right now. She'd never felt the heat that
it sparked at the pit of her stomach, curling and twisting under the skin of
every limb, making them feel impossibly heavy and feather light all at the same
time.
Kenma crushed her lips to Hinata's again, her hands flying up to catch Hinata's
face between them. The back of Hinata's head smacked against the bathroom wall
with an echoing thud, but they both ignored it. Hinata's fingertips dragged
against the fabric of the jersey at Kenma's back, bunching it up beneath their
forceful touch, dragging over the lines of Kenma's sports bra underneath. Kenma
rolled her chest and hips forward. One hand slapped out to brace against the
bathroom wall for support as her body twisted with the motion, the heat growing
between her legs pressing firmly against the firm and hot weight between
Hinata's legs.
Hinata let out a yelping moan against Kenma's lips. She squirmed beneath her,
hands pulling at Kenma's jersey as she twisted to break the kiss with a
stuttering gasp.
"Kenma," she gasped, and Kenma pulled away, somewhat alarmed at the sudden
reaction.
She swallowed against the heat in her throat, trying to find her words again in
the haze of want that Hinata had sparked inside her.
"Shouyou?" she managed at length, her voice heavy and deep.
"There's, Kenma..."
Hinata's hands beat a hasty retreat, tucked down between them to grip at the
hem of her shirt once again. Hinata's lips pursed, her cheeks puffing slightly
in a gesture that Kenma had learned to recognize as something that meant Hinata
was trying to work her way through something difficult.
Her earlier intensity subsided, somewhat, as she reached forward to hook her
hands against Hinata's wrists again, her thumbs brushing along the inside of
her palms.
"What is it, Shouyou?"
"It--well--"
Hinata twisted her hands in Kenma's loose grasp, breaking from the hold only to
catch Kenma's wrists in turn. She drew them forward, only a few centimeters,
until Kenma's palm was pressed flat against the tented fabric of Hinata's
shorts right against her erection.
Kenma's eyes flared wider, stealing a quick glance down. Her fingers curled,
feeling the weight of Hinata resting inside her palm with a slow and careful
stroke. Beneath her, Hinata twisted, pressed back into the bathroom wall with a
breathless, choked moan.
When Kenma looked up, Hinata's eyes were on her, bright and focused.
"I wanted to tell you--I mean, there's not many people that know. Daichi-san--
and Sensei--but you should too, Kenma, because you're--"
Kenma leaned in, stealing the rest of Hinata's words with a hasty kiss. Hinata
let out a startled sound against her lips just as Kenma pulled away.
So this is what Hinata had wanted to tell her. Kenma knew it wasn't an easy
thing. She spent enough time on online forums looking for news about the latest
game releases that she'd read more than her fair share of stories. People's
personal accounts, incidents where someone's family and friends refused to
recognize them for who they were. Even just thinking it wasn't easy probably
wasn't enough to understand exactly what Hinata had been through, exactly how
difficult it might have been for her, even if she had the support of her family
and her school.
But even though that all, Hinata was still the one who had drawn Kenma in with
her magnetism. It was her energy, her determination that Kenma adored. The rest
didn't matter to her.
"Shouyou, it's all right." Kenma breathed out against Hinata's lips. She met
the nervous energy in Hinata's eyes, the way her gaze flitted from side to
side, looking for some sort of rejection in Kenma's expression. Reaching up,
she brushed her hand through Hinata's unruly bright bangs, pushing them away
from her face.
"I'm glad that you told me."
Hinata's grip against her wrist twisted, loosening. Her eyebrows arched upward,
eyes wide, holding Kenma tight within their gaze.
"Really?" she asked, the single word brimming with energy. "You don't think
it's weird or gross or anything like that?"
"Not really," Kenma said. "It's just part of who you are, Shouyou. I still like
you."
Suddenly, there were tears welling up at the corners of Hinata's eyes.
"Kenma..." her voice was wet, wavering with the force of her emotion.
Kenma startled. "Shouyou--" She hadn't really expected this kind of reaction.
Hinata already knew that Kenma liked her, didn't she? Had she really been
expecting for Kenma to reject her after this much--?
Before she even had a chance to think of an answer, the weight of Hinata's body
met hers, catapulted at full force off the bathroom wall. Hinata's lips caught
hers, Hinata's arms wound tight around her neck in a squeezing embrace. Kenma
only barely managed to catch her balance enough to twist the momentum of their
bodies together so that her back crashed against the adjacent wall with a
jolting thud, her hands tight against Hinata's hips.
Hinata didn't stop. She only pressed in harder, her lips parted against Kenma's
with an eager, wanting moan that tasted salty and hot on Kenma's tongue.
Kenma's head was swimming with the sudden change in pace. Her body was hot and
tingling where Hinata was crushed against her, the earlier heat in her belly
flaring to life again at the touch and feel of Hinata's legs between her hips,
Hinata's fingertips pulling against her hair. Without a moment's hesitation,
she gave into it.
Her lips tilted against Hinata's, pliant and eager. Her hands found the skin at
the small of Hinata's back beneath her uniform, dragging blunt nails up against
it as she devoured every wanting sound from Hinata's mouth.
When Hinata pulled away it was only for a moment, only long enough for her to
settle back down onto the balls of her feet, her lips finding Kenma's throat
instead. Kenma tilted her head back against the wall in an invitation that
Hinata eagerly accepted. Hinata's hands found their way down Kenma's body as
well. They were a firm, hot pressure over the smaller swell of her breasts
beneath the binding of her sports bra. They found the hem of her jersey and
pulled it up, but only enough so that her lips could mouth against the points
of Kenma's nipples through the tight fabric.
Kenma caught her moans at the back of her throat. She braced herself with one
hand to the bathroom wall, her back arching to press into the wet heat of
Hinata's mouth. Hinata's lips paused, her eyes flicking up to meet Kenma's with
a bright intensity.
"Kenma," she asked, and Kenma could hear the rough edge to her voice. "Is this
all right? I--"
"Shouyou," Kenma cut her off. She twisted against the wall, pressing one leg
forward to press against the heat of Hinata's arousal. The moan it drew from
Hinata made Kenma's lips curl into a sharp, pleased smile.
"Keep going," she said.
Hinata's tongue darted out over her lips, leaving an almost predatory grin in
their wake. "I won't stop."
Her hands were at Kenma's shorts a moment later, fingers squirming beneath the
waistband and Kenma's panties all at once. When the chilled air of the bathroom
hit the wet heat between Kenma's legs she shivered, but Hinata's mouth was on
her only a moment later.
"Shouyou," she gasped. Her back curled against the wall, hands buried in
Hinata's hair between her legs.
Kenma thought it was probably impossible to think that Hinata had ever eaten
another girl out. She was only a first year, and she'd told Kenma that she'd
never asked anyone out before she'd confessed to Kenma. But somehow, despite
that, it seemed just as impossible that Hinata's mouth against her felt as
intensely good as it did.
There was only a moment or two of fumbling before Hinata's lips found her clit
and closed over it, sucking hard. Hinata's hands stroked over the insides of
her thighs, squeezing and kneading against the tight muscles there.
It felt a little like staring into the sun, Kenma thought through the haze of
pleasure clouding her mind. She was helping where she could, with strangled,
whispered gasps of "there, no there" and "harder--more" but in the end it was
all Hinata. It was Hinata's tongue stroking over her, Hinata's lips pulling
against her. When Hinata plunged two fingers into her, squirming and stroking
inside her Kenma knew that she wouldn't last long. It only took a few swipes of
the pads of Hinata's fingertips against the right spot of her inner walls
before she felt her entire body clenching tight. A whining gasp escaped her
throat, her walls pulsing around Hinata's fingers and she came.
Hinata coaxed her through it, her lips and fingers gradually slowing in time
with Kenma's fading climax. When Kenma opened her eyes again, Hinata was
looking up at her, crouched between her legs, her lips bright and wet with
Kenma's come.
"Kenma," she said, her voice bright and edged with her own pleasure.
Kenma slid down the bathroom wall in an unceremonious heap, legs spread wide as
she let herself flop to the ground with a pleased sigh.
"Shouyou," she answered, reaching forward to draw Hinata closer, pressing their
lips together lazily.
She could taste herself on Hinata's lips, but more than that she could feel the
barely contained force of Hinata's own arousal. Hinata pressed into the kiss
with a coiled energy, held tight and fast in the tension of her lips, in the
way her hands still brushed restlessly over Kenma's thighs.
Kenma knew well enough that it was her turn now. She slid her hands down
against Hinata's neck to her shoulders. In one fluid motion, she pressed
forward, refusing to break the kiss as she pushed Hinata onto her back against
the bathroom floor. Hinata made a startled gasp against Kenma's lips, but she
went willingly.
When Kenma pulled away, she could see the anticipation bright in Hinata's eyes.
She smiled.
"Is it all right?" she asked, poised at the ready over Hinata's body.
Hinata's eyes widened a moment before a wide, flustered grin spread across her
face. "Ah--yeah. Keep going."
Kenma didn't need to be told twice.
She captured Hinata's lips with hers again, her hands finding their way down
over Hinata's chest to the hem of her shirt and under. Her thumbs rolled up
along the line of Hinata's ribs, curving inward to tease over the sensitive
skin of her nipples through the fabric of her sports bra. Kenma quickly found
that Hinata was as expressive and eager about Kenma's touch on her skin as she
was on the volleyball court. Every touch, every twist of her lips and
fingertips was met with a gasp, a pleading moan, or a tug of Hinata's hands at
her jersey.
A faint worry at the back of Kenma's mind spiked at the thought that someone--
probably Kuroo--would notice if she came back for warmups with her jersey
wrinkled and mussed. But just as quickly a sit spiked it was replaced by
another thought, a better thought, that would solve the problem entirely.
Hinata whined when Kenma's hands and lips left her, but Kenma could hear the
catch in her breath as she watched Kenma tug the jersey up and over her head
tossing it to land where her panties and shorts had been discarded earlier.
After a moment's consideration, she reached down and squirmed out of her sports
bra as well. She saw the way that Hinata's eyes followed the motion and the
curve of Kenma's breasts as they escaped the binding fabric.
Her usual fluster at having someone stare so intently at her chest was entirely
banished at the knowledge that it was Hinata watching. Kenma knew she was
bigger than most would expect for a girl of her size. Though she hid it most of
the time under loose t-shirts and hoodies, there wasn't any need to be shy
around Hinata. This was what Hinata wanted to see.
Setting her shoulders back, she let her chest push forward slightly, showing
off. Hinata's eyes caught hers with a wide grin, her palms sliding up against
Kenma's sides.
"You're really pretty, Kenma."
"Ah--thanks," Kenma answered with a slight smile, her cheeks flushed hot.
Hinata's hands slipped higher, her palms curving up against the underside of
Kenma's breasts, thumbs tracing slow circles over her nipples. Kenma ducked her
head with a quiet sound, she could feel the heat between her legs pulsing with
arousal again, spurred on by the touch of Hinata's rough fingertips.
Firmly, she put her hands to Hinata's hips, dragging her fingers down and under
the waistband of Hinata's shorts and panties.
"You already had your turn," she said, voice low.
"I still want to touch you, Kenma," Hinata replied with a wide, flustered
smile.
Kenma scowled faintly, tugging Hinata's pants down even as Hinata's smaller
hands kneaded against the soft skin of her breasts. She didn't mind it, really.
It felt good to have Hinata touch her, to know that Hinata wanted to touch her,
but she still wanted to do the same for Hinata as well. She wasn't about to let
herself get distracted.
Settling down against Hinata's thighs, she glanced down to the line of Hinata's
erection standing flush against her belly. Kenma had played her fair share of
dirty games, but something pixelated and animated wasn't really any match for
the real thing. She reached down, curling her palm around Hinata, feeling the
way that the hot, firm skin shifted against her hand.
Hinata's hands immediately faltered against her breasts, Hinata's head pressing
back against the bathroom floor.
"Kenma..." she breathed.
Kenma smiled.
"Is it good, Shouyou?" she asked, barely above a whisper.
Her hand curled fully around Hinata's length, stroking upwards to smooth her
palm over the head in a slow circle then back down again. Hinata squirmed, her
hands falling to the floor, hips jerking up with the motion.
"Mmh--mhm." She nodded fiercely, the flush on her cheeks brighter now. "It's
good, Kenma."
"That's good," Kenma hummed quietly. She wondered if she'd looked like this to
Hinata just moments ago. If Hinata had seen her, back arched and lips parted
with breathless moans and felt the insatiable urge to draw out more from her
body, to see her twist with pleasure from just her touch.
Crouching lower over Hinata, Kenma let her lips fall to Hinata's skin again.
Her wrist flicked, working over Hinata in steady, even strokes as her teeth and
tongue worked against the curve of Hinata's ribs, the hollow of her belly. Her
nipples dragged against Hinata's skin, her spine tingling with the sensation.
Each touch brought a fresh gasp from Hinata's lips.
She moved lower still, the curve of them brushing up against the edge of her
fingertips when a sudden idea struck her. Her eyes flared open, fixing Hinata's
face with a narrow gaze. With the next stroke, she lifted her hand away from
Hinata's erection. Hinata whined, hips bucking beneath her.
"Kenma--" she pleaded, her eyes still closed, hair sticking to the slick skin
of her cheeks in a tousled mess. "Don't stop."
"I'm not stopping," Kenma said against her skin. With a slight motion, she
lowered herself down, cupping her breasts and pressing them together around the
hot weight of Hinata's cock.
That got Hinata's attention. Golden eyes snapped open, Hinata's head jerking up
off the floor as she braced herself up on her elbows.
"What are you--" she gasped, mouth hanging open in surprise. "Kenma--"
Kenma arched her back, rolling her chest up and over Hinata's cock by way of an
answer. "What do you think?"
"I-It's good--" Hinata said, stammering around a moan, "Kenma--"
"What is it?" Kenma asked, pressing her breasts in tighter with another slide
of her chest.
"I--" Hinata gasped, her chin dropping against her chest, eyes squeezed shut.
"I can't think--while you're doing that--"
"That's the point of it, Shouyou," Kenma said with a soft hum, twisting over
her again.
"I know--" Hinata's hips bucked under her, her cock thrusting into the tight,
sweat-slick warmth of Kenma's cleavage. "I--Kenma--"
Kenma ducked her head, her tongue flicking out to lick against the bead of
precum at Hinata's head as she rolled her breasts down against Hinata.
"It's all right, Shouyou," she said, glancing up along the line of Hinata's
body with hooded eyes.
Hinata's gaze met hers, her pupils blown wider against golden rims that burned
like fire. With a gasping moan, Hinata nodded. She let her eyes fall closed,
her head tossed back, hips jerking up into Kenma as pleading whines pulled from
her throat.
Kenma ducked her head down again, her knees braced against the ground as she
let her focus be consumed with the heat and weight of Hinata's length against
her chest. Her back was already straining at the position. Her neck felt almost
stretched too long as she ducked forward with every thrust of Hinata's dick.
Her lips could just barely tease around Hinata's head, the salty, thick hint of
come on her tongue was enough to drive her on, pressing over Hinata harder and
faster with every twist of Hinata's hips.
The slap of Hinata's hands against the floor and the hitch of her breath in a
strangled, high pitched yelp of Kenma's name was the only warning she had
before Hinata's cock pulsed against her, hot ribbons of come spattering against
Kenma's face. She squeezed her eyes shut, squeezing her breasts in tight to let
Hinata work herself out against their soft flesh.
Only when she felt Hinata fall back against the bathroom floor beneath her did
she release her own breasts, reaching up to rub the come away from her eyes.
"Ah--Kenma...your face..." Hinata's breathless voice wavered under her.
Slowly, Kenma blinked her eyes open, letting Hinata's wide eyed expression come
into focus.
"What is it?" she asked. There was come dripping down against her lips, she
licked it away without a second thought.
Hinata swallowed audibly. "I came on you..." she said with a soft tone of awe.
"Ah, you did." Kenma nodded. Absentmindedly she reached up to rub another
smudge of come off her cheek.
She was suddenly aware of the way that Hinata's eyes tracked the motion, the
way that Hinata's tongue darted out, licking against her own lips. "Can I--
" Hinata started, then stopped.
Kenma tilted her head in question, looking down at Hinata in askance.
"Shouyou?"
Hinata squirmed under her, pushing herself up until her face was even with
Kenma's, her hands braced against the skin of Kenma's thighs.
"Let me--" she said, leaning forward in a rush only to stop mere centimeters
away from Kenma's face, her tongue poking out from the corner of her mouth in
an unspoken request.
Kenma blinked once, before a smile curved over her lips. She lifted her hand
up, Hinata's come already sticky on her fingertips, and held it to Hinata in an
offering.
"Here," she said.
Hinata's eyes flared bright. Her hand shot up, fingers curling tight around
Kenma's wrist to draw her in. Her long lashes fluttered closed over her eyes as
her tongue curled out, tracing up and over the length of Kenma's fingers. With
a wet sound she drew each one into her mouth in turn. Kenma shuddered as
Hinata's lips pulled tight around her fingers. Hinata's tongue stroked from
base to tip, licking away every drop of sweat and come, leaving Kenma's fingers
wet with her saliva alone.
With her hand cleaned, Hinata's eyes opened again, catching Kenma's gaze as her
tongue darted out to lick against her lips. Kenma nodded, just slightly,
turning to offer her cheek. Hinata's lips and tongue met her skin against in an
instant, licking along the curve of her jaw, the soft skin of her cheeks, the
bridge of her nose.
Kenma squirmed under her at every touch. Her hands curled around Hinata,
fingers twisting in the fabric of Hinata's jersey over her shoulder blades. She
was suddenly aware that she was absolutely naked with Hinata in her lap, and
the touch of Hinata's lips and tongue combined with the brush of the fabric of
Hinata's jersey against her breasts made her only all the more aware of the
returning heat between her legs.
Hinata's tongue flicked out against the shell of Kenma's ear and Kenma heard
herself gasp, low and heady, against the skin of Hinata's neck.
"Kenma," Hinata said, pulling away just enough so that the word brushed over
Kenma's lips with heated exhale. "One more time?"
Kenma cracked one eye open, just enough to see the irresistibly eager smile
spread over Hinata's face.
She wanted it. She couldn't deny that she did. She couldn't remember a time
when she'd felt as comfortable as she did right now with the warm heat of
pleasure tingling beneath her skin and the weight of Hinata's body against
hers. But her eye caught on the bright red of her jersey against the bathroom
floor and the nagging sensation of the real world pressed a bit more firmly at
the back of her mind.
Reaching up, she threaded her hands through Hinata's hair, opening both eyes to
look on her properly.
"One more time," she said, her gaze a sharpened challenge, "After we meet in
the finals."
Hinata's eyes lit up. Her lips spread wide with an unbridled smile against her
face before she pressed them to Kenma's with a quick and searing kiss.
As Hinata peeled away from her, scrambling to redress herself with a newfound
energy, the restless energy at the tips of Kenma's fingers and at the edge of
her skin felt like it turned to something else, something new. She'd never felt
particularly keyed up or nervous at matches before. If someone had asked her,
before, she'd have said she didn't really care one way or the other. Yet as she
glanced at the rumpled piles of her own clothes scattered across the floor, she
knew that change boiled down to a single, irresistible reason: Hinata Shouyou.
End Notes
     This was my first time writing a trans character, so I hope that you
     all enjoyed it! Also I feel like at this rate I'm probably just going
     to cycle through every Haikyuu pairing and write every one of them as
     girls... Every fandom needs more femslash.
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