Masked to Perfection [ A Hinata Harem ]

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 10

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Contains: Bullying and Explicit behavior
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"You're one-hundred percent okay with this, right Shoyo?" The gingers meekly shook his head, providing consent for the two boys.

"You have to say it for me," Kuroo smiled gripping the boys chin, tilting his head upwards, "I don't know a nod means."

"Yes, I'm okay with it." Kuroo looked down at the boy, "Good, tell us if you get uncomfortable."

"Yeah Shoyo, we won't be mad." The ginger blushed and gave a quick and quiet, yes.

The black-haired male let go of the boys chin, slowly rubbing his hands down the boys shoulders, slowly connecting their hands.

"You're hands are so beautiful and fit perfectly with mines." Kuroo smiled rubbing the palms of the boys soft, yet, calloused hands.

"Shoyo, why are your hands so small." The girl from his classes laughed. "Even mines are bigger than yours!" Another girl chimes in.

"Boys should have large hands, and you have small hands. You have girl hands!" The classes laughed out loud.

"But I'm a boy! I don't have girl hands! That's not even a thing, my hands are perfectly fine!" Shoyo shouted back, looking at the two girls.

"See this Shoyo," The ginger looked down at the blonde and saw the boys hands on his stomach, "see how cute this is." Hinata's breath hitched and whimpered when the boys hands slowly started to roam farther down his body.

"Hinata, you should tone up a bit!" Shoyo looked down, wondering what was wrong with him.

"What do you mean by that Kageyama!" The setter came up to the boy looking down at him, "Your stomach, it's- nevermind"

"What do you mean by that!" The ginger yelled as the setter walked out of the Locker room.

Shoyo looked at himself in the mirror smiling sadly at his reflection, slowly become ill. "What's wrong with me."

"And these," Shoyo looked at Tetsurō's large hands grasping his thighs, "personally one of my favourites." He chuckled while Hinata giggled.

The ginger was texting his mom that practice had ended when a stranger walked up to him.

Shout was about to ask the man if he needed help before the man grabbed his shoulders, "What a pretty little thing you are."

The boy automatically shook the mans hands off shoulders, and looked at the man with a disgusted look.

"Come on sweet heart, don't look at me like that." Hinata subtly started to back away and the man stepped forward.

"Are you shy?" The man then glanced down to Hinata'a thighs. "You have pretty legs babe, how much do you want?"

The man reached into his pants and Shoyo walked away, hoping on his bike in the time it took the man to pull out his wallet.

Kenma latched his lips to the boys chest, littering red and purple hickeys on his chest. While Tetsurō connected his lips to the boys neck that was tilted perfectly to the left.

Letting out breathy whines and moans Shoyo bit his lip, trying to keep quiet. "Now Now Shouyo, let me hear your pretty voice."

"Pretty?" Hinata questioned in a sigh, surprised to hear someone compliment his voice.

"Yes, very pretty." Kuroo smiled on the boys neck, sliding his fingers over the boys lip, letting the bottom one unhook his teeth.

"Can you please shut up." Hinata frowned. "Why? Did I say something wrong?"

"No, you voice is so fucking annoying! It so high pitched and it makes you sound like a five year old." The boy spoke matter-of-factly.

"Oh I'm sorry." Shoyo smiled, clenching his fists in his lap, trying to hide the fact he was hurt by the boys words.

"Yeah whatever, just keep your pretty lips sealed." The boys in the class laughed at the boy while Shoyo just shifted uncomfortably.

The Kenma then gripped the boy face, turning it to him. "And this pretty little face you yours, I love it so much."

"So so much." Kuroo joined in, moving his hands down to the boy's back, Shoyo's back arching to the touch.

The oldest male then moved his hands farther down, into the boys lap. "Is this okay?" he rasped out.

"Mhm." Shoyo hummed in agreement.

"Okay, tell me if it's not okay." The boy nodded and tilted his head back.

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