The Guessing Game | A Haikyuu Fanfic

Chapter 2 - Risk

*WARNING* There is gender-neutral smut in this chapter. It isn't the point of the story, so it's not super detailed, but it's there. I've marked the beginning and end of the section with asterisks if you'd like to skip it. As always, minors please do not interact with any NSFW content. Thank you!

Roll Call! Here's where we left off:

Y/N is a college junior whose life is...fairly chaotic.

Kuroo is Y/N's boyfriend, but they've been growing apart ever since he started acting distant.

Kenma is Y/N's best friend, who Y/N has been spending more time with to fill Kuroo's absence. Y/N is currently trying to figure out their ~feelings~ for Kenma. Asahi is Y/N's ex, now dating Noya, and is still one of Y/N's closest friends (this, however, is a secret).

And Tendou, Y/N's favorite barista, just kissed them.

Enjoy!

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Stop.

You flinched, muscles tensing.

Pull back.

Tendou's lips brushed against yours, featherlight and cautious.

I can't do this, I can't—

You felt Tendou's tongue slide against your bottom lip, asking for an invitation or rejection, but you couldn't bring yourself to answer. You were too overwhelmed by the suddenness of his action, the heady flavor of smoke on his breath, the feeling of his fingers against your chin as he tilted your head towards his. Above all else, you were surprised at just how comfortable his lips felt against yours. Without thinking, you leaned into his touch, letting his intoxicating taste distract you from the guilt curling itself around your gut. The only thing you could focus on was his mouth moving against yours, thoughts of Kuroo and Kenma dissolving with each passing second that Tendou's lips pressed into your skin. His tongue slipped out again, making contact with your lips, testing the boundaries of the kiss. It was then that you realized you wanted him to continue, wanted to taste his tongue against yours, wanted to lose yourself in his touch. Panic sparked against your nerves, and you placed both hands on Tendou's chest, pressing gently against his sternum.

Tendou paused, lips lingering for a brief moment before pulling back. He dropped his forehead against yours, warm breath wafting over your face, drying the tears that lay fresh upon your flushed cheeks. You opened your eyes and were greeted by his, pitch-black and filled with something akin to hunger. The shadow of Tendou's lashes trembled against his skin as he blinked, slowly, almost as if he was reluctant to take his eyes off you at all. You exhaled a shaking breath as he ran the pad of his thumb over your lips before pulling away completely.

"Tendou, I—"

You faltered, words falling from your lips in a hoarse whisper. Thoughts swirled around your brain at a dizzying speed, slipping through the grasp of consciousness and pulling forth a headache in their wake. You cleared your throat and looked down at your hands tangling together in your lap.

"You don't have to say anything," Tendou interjected, and you felt the tension threading between your shoulder blades release. You glanced over at him, watching as he dropped his head into his hands and released a heavy sigh.

"I shouldn't have done that." Tendou's words dissolved into his palms, almost inaudible. "Not right now."

You kept your eyes on his hunched figure, all limbs and angles and bone, his ankles peeking out from beneath too-short jeans.