one shots of the haikyuu breed {on-going}

Not actually smut but...

(A/N) Yachi and Kiyoko. not actually a continuation of my last one shot with them, but still.

I'll probably end up dedicating a book to all my girls because they don't get enough love.
I'll probably be publishing it soon, depending on my week.

I literally have no idea what my testing schedule is gonna be so I'm just gonna keep my ears open and see.
volleyball tournament season is over.

Okay enough of my bullshit, here it is:

Kiyoko hovered over Yachi, a faint smile on her lips.

"Kiyoko-san..." She stammered. "I-I didn't know you were so dirty..." Her cheeks reddened as she spoke.

Kiyoko kissed at Yachi's lips lightly, cupping her cheek with her hand. "Gomen, I don't mean to make you nervous. I'll get off of you if you'd like." She said softly, nuzzling Yachi's cheek.

Yachi, apparently taken aback, denied the offer. "Y-You don't have to move... Unless you want to of course, hah, there's nothing stopping you then..." Yachi yammered, her voice trailing off with an anxious laugh.

Kiyoko blinked, not saying a word, before pressing her lips against Yachi's, parting them. Yachi stared up wide eyed, but melted into the kiss; Kiyoko's slow, passionate movements made Yachi like butter.

Yachi's involuntary anxiousness made her jittery, to the point where she was shaking at each of Kiyoko's light touches over her shirt at her waist.

Her tentative fingers slipped down to the hem of her white collared shirt, sliding beneath. Yachi breathed in, surprised at the touch of Kiyoko at her stomach.

"Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?"

Yachi shook her head immediately, blushing. "I want you to touch me more..." She murmured, averting her gaze.

"Now who's dirty?" Kiyoko giggled, kissing Yachi's cheek and trailing down to her soft neck, leaving little pink blossoms on Yachi's smooth skin.

Yachi curled her fingers into a fist, holding onto Kiyoko's shirt.

"Do you want me to take it off?"

Yachi stared up at Kiyoko. "Wh-What?"

"Do you want me to take off my shirt?" Kiyoko repeated, slowly and sweetly.

"Y-Yes.. B-But only if you want, hah!" Yachi said, but immediately freaked.

Kiyoko smiled, pulling her shirt up and over her head, revealing her black and beige laced bra.

"Now, the real question is... Do you want to touch?" Kiyoko purred.