Help Me Forget (Kageyama x Hinata Lemon One-shot)

ONE-SHOT

Hinata's P.O.V. -

I had pushed him down. Even though he was taller, he stumbled and fell, me on top of him, in the cool grass. I was gripping his shirt so tightly I thought I would tear it. How could he say he regretted tossing to me? ME? The only person who could take his king-like tosses. I was angrier than ever. And yet...and yet...
The feel of his body beneath mine, hot after playing for so long...it was ecstacy. He was angry too. We were staring daggers at each other, our teeth gritted. I suddenly realized that I wanted him to hold me, to comfort me. We have lost the match. We can't go to the nationals. Help me Kageyama...

Wait. WHAT AM I THINKING?

As soon as realization hit me, Takeda sensei interrupted our intense stare match. Grudgingly, I moved off of Kageyama, sitting down in the grass. Suddenly the weight of what had happened came crashing down and the fleeting distraction was forgotten. Miserable. Pathetic. A part of me was hoping that the ground would open up and gobble me up. I looked up at sensei only to see his characteristic smile, the one that was like the sun breaking through on a cloudy day. Why the hell was he smiling? We had lost.

Lost...

"You two were good today," he said. Yeah, right. "But we lost" I heard myself murmur. Weakling. Loser. I could see Kageyama's defeated expression from the corner of my eye.

"Does losing prove that you're weak?" Takeda sensei asked, rhetorically. I looked up, astonished. "Isn't losing a challenge where after ending up on your hands and knees, you must see if you can stand up again?" He's right, I thought. Realizing the position I was in, I willed my legs to stand up. Yes, we lost. But it was worthwhile.
Worthwhile...

The morning and afternoon practices were cancelled the next day at school. I was sulking the whole damn time. School was finally over, after what felt like an excruciatingly long time. As I walked towards the exit, I crossed the door that led to the volleyball court. I heard the distinct sound of the ball hitting the wood paneled walls. Who's in there? No, I think I know who. When I stood in the entrance to the court, I confirmed my suspicions. Kageyama. Feeling numb, I went and stood before him. He looked at me strangely, but then finally tossed the ball to me. I reciprocated. I accidentally sent the ball in the wrong direction. "Your back's too high." "Yeah," I said while kneeling down to pick up the ball. The finals must be on right now. The winner will go to the nationals... "Yeah," he said. I realized that I said that aloud. Suddenly, all the frustration, anger and sadness came down on me and I started screaming my throat out. In a haze, I kept running here and there. Where? A part of my mind registered Kageyama start to do the same. Run...run...

I didn't remember how, but we collided into each other and fell down with arms and legs tangled. We both realized we were crying. And all I could do was cling to Kageyama for dear life. We looked in each other's eyes, glassy with tears. Something passed between us, and I heard myself croak out,"Help me, please..."

With that, his lips came crashing down on mine. I was stunned for a moment, but then reciprocated with an equal force. His tongue begged for entrance and I gave it. Our tongues wrestled, fighting for dominance. Eventually I gave it to him. He pushed his body down on me roughly, making me aware of how fast our heart rates were. I wrapped my legs around his waist, bringing myself closer. He trust his hips into mine and I gasped in between our lips. We were already hard. A part of my mind, someplace sane, thought, was this what I wanted from the start? And even that was gone when Kageyama's hand slid up under my shirt, his fingers cool against my heated skin. He pinched my nipple, making me moan. I rocked my hips against him, earning a moan from him too. I slipped my hands under his shirt and started to pull it up. He helped me with it and our lips separated for a moment before crashing again. He unbuttoned my shirt and threw it unceremoniously. His fingers slid down towards the waistband of my school uniform and started unbuckling my belt. I used that time to feel his firm skin beneath my fingers. He smelled of detergent and sweat. A little more wrestling about, and our pants were off. He grasped my throbbing member between his fingers and began too pump me. It was feeling divine. I was loosing my mind! I moaned, pleasure starting to fill me up. "Kageyama, I...I'm close," Suddenly, he let go. I let out a dissatisfied grunt. No sooner than they were gone, his fingers returned, but this time to my ass. I cried out in surprise as his fingers slid inside my hole. "Hinata you're too tight. You need to relax," he murmured in my ear. I shivered and tried to do as he said. His fingers hit somewhere inside me and pleasure shot through me, making me cry out. "There," he said to himself. He looked into my eyes then, hesitant. "Are you OK with this?" he asked. Seriously? At this point? I nodded weakly. That's when I felt the tip of his member against my entrance. He thrust inside in one motion. It hurt like hell! And to tell the truth, with the state I was in, it seemed like exactly what I wanted. I cried out, my nails digging into his back. "Hinata...tight...relax a little..." he said through gritted teeth. My tears were flowing, but for a different reason now. Eventually, he started to move. Slow and intense. "Faster..." I choked out. He gradually increased his speed till he was thrusting inside me. We were both moaning and crying in earnest now. He kept hitting that spot inside me. My mind was slipping away. All that existed now was the pleasure and the pain due to his ministrations. I cried out his name over and over as I came, then. He followed not long after, spilling his seed inside me. We lay there then, panting into each other's necks. "Thank you" I whispered. "Yeah...I needed that too," he said blushing. Wait. Why the hell was he looking so cute blushing like that? I had to say something. "We need to clean up...err...all this." "Yeah." We got up on wobbly legs. Suddenly I felt something cold run down my thigh and I collapsed on my hands and knees. OH! "Sorry," he said and then inserted a finger inside to remove all the fluid. "You OK?" he asked, concern lacing his voice. Honestly, I felt so good I couldn't describe it. But I was tired as hell too. As for my body, it'll be fine. "Yeah, don't worry." Although my lower back was starting to throb a lot. "Let's clean up before someone comes." We put on our clothes and made our way to the broom cupboard. "Hinata,"
"Hmm?"
"I won't apologize anymore. I won't throw any more tosses that I have to apologize for."