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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Shimada_Makoto/Yamaguchi_Tadashi
  Character:
      Shimada_Makoto, Yamaguchi_Tadashi
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Sex, PWP, Porn_Without_Plot, Underage_-_Freeform, Daddy_Kink
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-06-28 Words: 3326
****** creature fear ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     He'd seen nothing wrong with his attraction at first.
Notes
     I DO NOT CONDONE THIS. THIS IS NOT BEHAVIOR THAT I ENCOURAGE OR
     APPROVE OF OUTSIDE OF WORKS OF FICTION
     for an old prompt on the hq kink meme
See the end of the work for more notes
When Shimada had asked him how old he was, Yamaguchi hadn't thought much of it.
It made sense, after all. He was going to teach Yamaguchi in private, which
meant he had no information about him save for what he told Shimada himself.
Yamaguchi had stared down at his feet with some modicum of embarrassment,
scuffing the ground with the toe of his shoe before muttering 'sixteen,' voice
low.
And that had been that. Shimada had smiled, and the lessons had begun.
Shimada was always kind. Pushy at times, perhaps, but never once did he raise
his voice with anger or annoyance. It'd taken some coaxing from him, but
eventually Yamaguchi had relaxed in his presence, finally letting some of his
anxiety go in favor of improvement.
He liked Shimada. He was funny, and kind, always patient and caring enough to
walk Yamaguchi through the steps of their lessons, no matter how long it took.
That, he appreciated: the softness in Shimada's voice, the gentleness of his
hands as he showed Yamaguchi just how to move - 'no, not there, move your
stance like this - good, now square your shoulders' - and it wasn't long until
Shimada's praise made him glow with pride.
It'd been forever since he'd felt that way. Tsukishima, as much as Yamaguchi
liked him, often put a damper on his excitement whenever he got too fired up -
and given that Tsukishima was his constant companion, it was almost instinctual
for him to hide his energy, by now.
Shimada, though - Shimada made him feel special.
He'd seen nothing wrong with his attraction, at first. Shimada was handsome,
what with his smile and gentle eyes, glasses perched on strong features
(Yamaguchi had always had a thing for glasses, the origin of his attraction
being something he'd always refuse to admit), voice soft and encouraging. It
was just a crush on his end. Nothing more.
Yamaguchi was used to unrequited affections, having trailed after Tsukishima
for so many years, so he'd brushed it off as a passing fancy with a brief pang
in his heart.
It wasn't a passing fancy, though. Every time Shimada's hands brushed his he
felt heat rise to his face, skin suddenly prickling under his scrutiny. He'd
thought Shimada wouldn't notice - the hitches in his breath, the stumbling
words, the tensing of his shoulders whenever Shimada drew near - Yamaguchi had
thought he'd hidden it well.
That hadn't been the case, apparently.
-
The night was warm, pressing in indigo around Yamaguchi as the solid weight of
a volleyball nestled between his palms.
"That's not right," he hears Shimada say from behind him, a gentle tsk as he
draws in close behind Yamaguchi. He tenses without realizing it, heartbeat
ratcheting up a few notches as Shimada's hands reach around him.
"Your fingers," he hears him say, distantly, "should be like this."
Yamaguchi's attention suddenly zeroes in on the feel of Shimada's fingers
against his, warm and guiding his hands along the soft cloth of the
volleyball's surface. He swallows hard.
Shimada's hovering just behind his shoulder, chest pressed against his back,
arms brushing against his, palms smoothing against the back of his hands - it
sends a rush of heat through him, the proximity, and he barely manages to not
shiver.
"Tadashi?" Shimada says, questioning. Yamaguchi does shiver, then, hair
standing on end as he hears that voice so close to his ear. Without thinking,
he grips the volleyball tight, head turning ever-so-slowly towards the sound of
Shimada's voice.
He freezes, breath stopping as he realizes just how close they are - Shimada's
face is barely centimeters away, glasses glinting briefly in the light
emanating from the shop's front. Yamaguchi feels heat rise to his cheeks, eyes
dropping conspicuously to Shimada's mouth. He wants to kiss him - he's right
there, so close, body almost caging him in - but before he can make any sort of
decision on the matter, Shimada clears his throat and pulls back.
For a moment, Yamaguchi doesn't look at him, face burning with humiliation. "I
think," Shimada says delicately, and Yamaguchi's gaze flicks to him, "we should
continue this tomorrow, Tadashi." His expression is thoughtful, but otherwise
unreadable, eyes boring into Yamaguchi's.
"O-- okay," Yamaguchi squeaks. With a sudden movement, he shoves the volleyball
back into Shimada's arms before pivoting on his heel and bolting, trying very
hard not to think of the intensity of Shimada's gaze on him.
-
When he returns the next evening, Shimada is as kind as ever, as if nothing had
happened. And perhaps nothing had happened - perhaps Yamaguchi was overthinking
things, as usual.
He relaxes as he draws close, hand lifted in a wave. "Tadashi," Shimada calls,
smile friendly, "let's pick up where we were yesterday, okay?"
And they do. It's normal at first, how it usually is, Shimada walking him
through the steps with dutiful patience. Yamaguchi almost forgets about the
incident, until Shimada circles behind him once more, audibly fretting.
"I thought we went over this." he reprimands, though there's no real fire to
it. Again, Yamaguchi goes stock still as he feels Shimada grow close once more,
sweeping in behind him. Just like the other night, he presses in close, hand
smoothing down Yamaguchi's arm and down to his hand once more.
His other hand, however - it doesn't follow suit. Instead, Shimada's hand skims
down over his elbow, passing over his arm entirely to settle at Yamaguchi's
hip. His breath catches at the steady weight there, firm at his waist, and his
heart kicks up a staccato rhythm.
"Um," Yamaguchi stutters, tongue thick with sudden nerves, "um, Shimada-
Shimada-sensei, your hand..." he finally manages weakly, shuddering as Shimada
digs his fingers into his hip.
"My hand?" Shimada repeats quietly, lips pressed against Yamaguchi's ear - he
wants to whine, almost, slow heat curling in his chest as he shivers. "Is there
a problem, Tadashi?" Yamaguchi swallows hard, racking his brain for an answer -
but before he can respond, Shimada presses a kiss just under his ear, and he
utters a soft whimper instead.
The volleyball falls from his hands, forgotten, arms frozen in place as
Shimada's lips brush the side of his neck. "N - no." he stammers, breath
catching as Shimada grips his waist with both hands.
When Shimada slides a palm smoothly over his torso and down, skimming past his
navel to rub slow circles against Yamaguchi's thigh, he moans outright,
starting with the sudden wave of aching heat that hits him.
Yamaguchi still doesn't know what to do with his hands, but Shimada doesn't
seem to mind, preoccupied as he is with kissing down Yamaguchi's throat, breath
washing hot over his skin as he palms Yamaguchi through the front of his jeans.
"Was I wrong?" Shimada murmurs against his skin, hand finding the outline of
Yamaguchi's dick and squeezing gently, relishing in the gasp that follows,
"that you were looking at me? And thinking of this?" Yamaguchi lets his head
fall back, hips jerking forward into Shimada's touch. He feels dirty like this,
frozen as Shimada toys with him, making him shiver and moan, but he - he likes
it, almost, relinquishing control to an adult.
Fuck. An adult. Shimada is ten years older than him, a full decade - and that
thought, more than any of the others, makes his cock twitch. He bites back a
whimper.
"Tadashi." Shimada speaks again, his name low on his lips, "go inside the
shop." And then he pulls his hands away, leaving Yamaguchi hot and flustered.
For a moment, he flounders, before casting a glance over his shoulder - Shimada
looks composed as ever, a smile quirking his mouth as he stares down at
Yamaguchi.
"Okay," he manages, voice cracking, before turning and darting into the shop's
side door. It's quiet inside. Yamaguchi can hear his heart hammering in his
ears even over the sound of Shimada following, door clicking as it closes
behind them.
He turns slowly, apprehensive, and then Shimada's on him.
It's more domineering than it is rough - he pushes Yamaguchi back against the
counter, hands firm on his waist, a thigh shifting between Yamaguchi's legs.
Then, he kisses him, hot and rough, palm sliding under Yamaguchi's shirt and up
the curve of his spine.
Without thinking, Yamaguchi's hips jerk forward, rocking down against him, and
he lets out a soft noise. "Do you," Shimada begins, kissing Yamaguchi
breathless between words, "want this, Tadashi? Do you want me to fuck you?"
Yamaguchi's knees go weak, and he utters a broken noise, seemingly incapable of
forming sentences.
Yes, he wants, wants so badly something he'd never had before, so much that he
forgets his inhibitions and reaches up, curling clumsy fingers into Shimada's
hair to yank him down into another kiss. Shimada laughs into his mouth, taking
a lip between his teeth and tugging, hands shifting down to fumble with
Yamaguchi's pants.
It takes him only a moment, licking into Yamaguchi's mouth as he unfastens the
button and pushes his jeans and briefs down, letting the fabric pool around his
knees. Yamaguchi pants as Shimada pulls away, feeling hot, stomach and chest
aching and tight with want.
"Turn around." Shimada orders, eyes snapping back up to Yamaguchi's face. He
swallows, and complies, turning uncertainly so his back is to Shimada. He hears
the click of some sort of cap, then a wet noise - and then he jumps about a
foot in the air, squeaking as Shimada trails slick fingers down his ass - then
he's spreading him apart, fingertip finding the furl of muscle there before
pushing in, gentle but insistent.
Yamaguchi's mouth falls open, skin burning as he focuses on the foreign
sensation - it's not overwhelmingly pleasurable in itself, but when Shimada
places a firm hand on his back and pins him down against the counter, he lets
his head fall forward with a helpless groan.
"You're so good," Shimada breathes, working the single digit in and out of him
in steady motions, "such a good boy, Tadashi, listening so well -" Yamaguchi
shivers again, biting his lip to keep another noise back. He can feel himself
shaking, knees almost buckling as Shimada tentatively presses another fingertip
alongside the first - then he's nudging both in, slick and insistent, and
Yamaguchi lets himself whine, heat briefly overwhelming him.
Shimada's fingers make him feel full as they pump steadily in and out of him,
dragging along his insides, sparking pleasure along his nerves. Shimada leans
forward again, mouthing against his jaw as he fucks him with his fingers.
"Shima-- Shimada-sensei," Yamaguchi finally manages, panting as his head falls
to the side, "please-- please. Put it in me." The words come out before he can
stop them, and he flushes a dark red, lip quivering with embarrassment.
"So polite." Shimada breathes against his throat, fingers never once stopping
as they thrust into him, "just one thing, Tadashi-san." Yamaguchi nods jerkily,
body suddenly convulsing with a whimper as Shimada crooks his fingers and
pushes in hard, hitting something achingly deep and sweet.
"I want you to call me daddy. Is that okay with you?" His voice rings low,
barely audible over the sound of blood rushing in his ears.
Daddy? It sounds like some bad porno, but as Yamaguchi goes over the prospect
in his head, it sounds... hot, almost, and he gasps, eyelashes fluttering as
Shimada's fingers keep pumping in and out of him.
"Okay." he finally manages, biting his lip in sudden disappointment as Shimada
suddenly shifts back, fingers pulling out of him.
"Okay... what?" Shimada prompts, a hand grabbing his hip once more. Yamaguchi
feels the blunt head of his cock slide over him, then, slick and hard, and he
shudders again, heat clouding his thoughts and vision.
"Okay... daddy." he answers, voice shaking with embarrassment. Shimada's breath
catches, and he grabs Yamaguchi's hips with renewed vigor, dick pressing
against slick resistance --
-- and then he pushes in, sinking into Yamaguchi, mindful of his wail of
surprise and want. Shimada pulls him back, forcing him down onto his cock and
bottoming out, Yamaguchi quivering tight and wet around him.
It's painful, but only just a bit - mostly it just feels uncomfortable and
strange, if not a little overwhelming. Still, the way Shimada is filling him -
he's hot and hard and aching inside of him, breath coming in faint pants - is
thrilling.
Yamaguchi forces himself to breathe slowly, relaxing each muscle as Shimada
strokes a soothing hand along his side. Still, every tiny shift of Shimada's
hips forces a quiet gasp from his throat, fingers digging into the counter
underneath him.
"Are you okay, Tadashi?" Shimada murmurs against his ear. Yamaguchi shivers.
"Yes." he whispers, then pauses - "--daddy." he adds, voice shaking. Shimada
kisses the back of his neck, palms sliding to his waist once more - then, with
a heavy breath, he shifts his hips back, pulling halfway out before sliding
back in again with a slick noise.
Yamaguchi tenses at the feeling. It's completely foreign, the drag of Shimada's
cock inside him, but it feels good. Almost without thinking, he pushes back
against Shimada, who utters a breathy chuckle.
"Eager," he chastises, and repeats the motion - pulls out, pushes back in -
hand smoothing up and under the hem of Yamaguchi's shirt, along his ribs. "You
have to ask nicely, Tadashi."
Yamaguchi bites his lip, muffling a whimper rising in his throat. Doing this -
losing his virginity in this way was humiliating at best, but still thrilling
in its own way.
Too bad he wouldn't ever be able to tell anyone about it.
"Please," he finally says, managing to find his voice, "daddy."
"Good boy." Shimada coos, and Yamaguchi lets out an involuntary whine, cock
twitching at the praise. Shimada hums, pleased, before shifting both hands to
grip Yamaguchi's hips, and then thrusts into him. Yamaguchi sees stars.
Before he can fully register the sensation, however, Shimada does it again,
then again, slowly at first, before picking up a firm, steady rhythm. Each
thrust pushes a needy noise from him, legs shaking each time Shimada bottoms
out. He lets himself be pushed up against the counter, the edge of it digging
into his hips with every thrust.
"You've always - been so obedient, Tadashi." Shimada says, punctuating his
words with a sharp thrust. Yamaguchi chokes. "You listen so well. Did you know
that?" Yamaguchi's skin prickles with heat, and he props himself up on his
elbows, breathing hard.
Every movement of Shimada's hips jostles him against the counter, and he lets
out a faint, helpless noise, letting his forehead drop down onto the wood.
"Thank you, daddy." he gasps out, shuddering as Shimada thrusts deep into him
once more. His mind begins to go hazy with the sheer heat of it, the raw
sensation of being full, being at Shimada's mercy, being -
"Ah, but - " Shimada interrupts his train of thought, breathless as he shoves
into him. "The way you look at me - that's shameful, isn't it? It's dirty,
right?" Somehow, his voice remains pleasant, and Yamaguchi can hear the smile
in it. He doesn't get to answer - before anything coherent can form on his
tongue, Shimads grabs his hips and begins to fuck him in earnest.
Yamaguchi lets out a shocked gasp, sudden pleasure spiraling along his nerves -
and then he's gritting his teeth, biting back the shout that threatens to
escape him with every firm thrust.
"Oh, God," Yamaguchi manages, high-pitched and hoarse, "oh, God, oh - daddy -
" He wails out the word, skin burning with embarrassment as Shimada slams into
him, feeling tears prick at the corners of his eyes.
It's overwhelming, all of it: Shimada's rough breathing behind him, the sticky
slap of skin on skin, the soreness that comes with being shoved against the
counter again and again - he doesn't even realize he's crying with the pleasure
of it until he feels Shimada lean down against him, pressing a kiss into his
hair. His breath comes in ragged gasps, hot and uneven with his whimpers, heat
practically boiling inside of him.
"Bend your knees." Shimada orders against his ear, husky, and Yamaguchi
immediately complies. The angle is awkward with his hips tilted the way they
are - but then Shimada shifts, lining himself up once more, and thrusts hard.
"Fuck!" Yamaguchi's entire body jerks, a yelp escaping him as Shimada's cock
hits home, against something achingly sweet and deep - "please, oh, God, please
- that, again--" he stutters out without even realizing, shaking apart as he
grabs the counter for support.
Shimada chuckles, voice broken with breathlessness - and then he grabs
Yamaguchi's jaw with a hand, thumb stroking along his lower lip.
"Language, Tadashi." he warns, and Yamaguchi heaves out a choked moan, heat
zinging through him at the demand.
"Sor-ry," he whimpers, shaking as Shimada pushes his thumb just past his lips.
"I want-- oh-hh, I want - please, daddy-"  his words come out as a sob, entire
body quivering, "please, f-fuck me harder-" and he cuts himself off as Shimada
does, fucking into him with renewed effort.
Everything blurs as he digs his nails into the counter, gasping out please,
please against Shimada's fingers as he pounds into him - hazily, he realizes
that he's achingly hard, practically dripping pre-come, heat building in sharp
waves.
"I'm--" Yamaguchi's voice cracks, "I'm - gonna - I want to come, sensei, I--
" Shimada cuts him off by pressing his fingers down against Yamaguchi's tongue,
responding with a noise of dissent.
"Not yet," he pants, audible against Yamaguchi's ear as he pushes his fingers
past his teeth, "not until I say so." Yamaguchi whines helplessly against his
hand - that makes him hotter, makes him want to come harder, makes him want to
force himself back onto Shimada's cock like some sort of-- some sort of slut-
- as if he doesn't feel like one already, letting his teacher fuck him over the
counter of a grocery counter after hours.
Tears sting his eyes once more, and he moans shakily as the sheer pleasure of
it, of Shimada slamming into him again and again, breathing hard against his
throat as his fingers play with his tongue.
When Shimada reaches down to wrap his fingers around his cock, he nearly jumps
out of his skin - and when he begins to jerk him off, fast and slick, he loses
his rhythm somewhat, but it doesn't stop the bolt of heat that renders
Yamaguchi speechless. Even with Shimada's now-uneven thrusts, he still grinds
into him, strokes firm and quick - and that's enough to make Yamaguchi shout at
a particularly well-angled thrust, voice wrecked and hoarse.
"You can come, Tadashi." Shimada murmurs against his ear, hot and pleased, "--
let me hear you." With that, he pulls his fingers back, leaving Yamaguchi
openmouthed and drooling, spit shiny on his lips and chin.
Words escape him - all he can do is push himself back onto Shimada even as he
tries to thrust forward into his hand, panting heavily. The heat builds,
pounding pressure behind his navel, sharp and sweet and aching - it snaps,
then, with a roar of pleasure, and he sobs out 'Shimada-sensei,' as he comes
all over his hand, hips stuttering forward.
His orgasm wipes his mind clean - breathless, he slumps against the counter,
letting out an exhausted whimper as Shimada starts thrusting into him again,
fast and rough, hands back on Yamaguchi's hips to force him back onto his cock.
Yamaguchi hears him groan out "Tadashi," at some point, fingernails digging
into his skin as his movements falter - then he pulls out suddenly, and
Yamaguchi can hear the unmistakable slick noise of him stroking himself, wet
and desperate.
Without any warning, he comes all over Yamaguchi's thighs, thumb holding him
open as Yamaguchi shudders.
For a moment, there's silence, save for the sound of heavy breathing, fabric
shifting as Shimada pulls his jeans up. Yamaguchi jumps at the feeling of
Shimada's palm suddenly stroking his thigh, fond and familiar.
"Good boy." Shimada says again, breathless and pleased, and Yamaguchi shivers
as he feels come drip down his legs, sticky and warm.
End Notes
     @ god and also jesus i am so sorry
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