Haikyuu!! Rare-pair Fic Collection

Give and Take - kagehinayachi

| Polyamory, threesome, Yachi gets spoiled |
Summary: For this to work, they need to know how to share each other.

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They are two like minds, as much as they might beg to differ, and so the objective is always similar. Each time they leave her apartment, it is with a new goal in mind to achieve the next time. There is never a lull in progress because there must be progress, and so every time they meet, again, she must steel herself on all sides because they will go at this from all sides and she has learned to accept this. There is hardly room for reciprocation before they are hurrying to show her this new thing they looked up or heard about or imagined doing while they're away—and it is so strange to think that they think of this outside of it, to think that they think of her outside of this. The need for demonstration comes up every few days, between each practice and their all-consuming inability to concentrate on more than one thing at once, and so she learns to work around her mother's schedule so that when she allows them into her home there is nothing but silence and privacy to greet them at the door.

They are so comfortable with themselves that she is barely shutting the door before they're shedding their clothes right onto her floor, and while she is too busy being flustered by this they crowd in on her to coax her free of hers. And so she is sitting in the middle of her bed dressed only in her underwear and a tank top and they are contemplating her from the other end with such focus it borders on comical.

They move in tandem and this will always strike Yachi as both surprising and awfully natural, not at all unlike the way they move on the court. The dynamics are there, in which Kageyama is all calculated and deliberate, and Hinata is all enthusiasm and pure impulse. These are two clashing methods and so her body is torn between two sensations. The feather-light skim of Kageyama's fingers over her lower lip and the measured mold of his mouth along the underside of her jawline; the quick, wet pecks Hinata peppers at random across her shoulder and chest, the flittering dance of his hand down her stomach and over her hip and the affectionate squeeze he gives there. She is caught between their bodies—tall and lean; lithe and slight—and it is hard sometimes to tell where any one of them begins or ends, but never mistakes one's touch from the other.

One hand is stroking her through her panties and another is tracing the swells of her breasts; one mouth is tasting her collarbone and another is taking in her earlobe; there is a hard and throbbing pressure against her thigh and someone is taking her hands and lacing them with theirs above her head. And when she opens her eyes, she is always right.

Hinata is showering her face with kisses and he is smiling, so sweet, mumbling something like how pretty and she is melting underneath his attention. His thumbs rub the sides of hers in soothing patterns and he nuzzles his nose along her cheek, keeping a faint and grinding rhythm against her leg.

Kageyama is mouthing along her stomach, moving in between her legs to trace the outsides of her thighs. Each drift of his hand has purpose, accompanied by a watchful gaze observing each reaction she gives in return. Sometimes the attention Hinata demands of Yachi throws him off and he has to ask, "Did you like what I did?"

Deciding who does what had been a problem the first few times, and occasionally Yachi would feel some regret at having suggested this in the first place, but every time she voices this aloud they turn these fiery eyes on her and vow, in all sincerity, that they will be better next time. And there is always a next time.

It gets better, this is a testament of that.

"Keep going," Hinata urges him, frowning back at Kageyama when he notices the look on Yachi's face. Quiet exasperation or a bashful impatience, the small bite of her nails against Hinata's knuckles and the quick jerk of her hips. "She liked it, keep going!"