Night out and confessions
The sun filtered softly through the blinds, casting golden lines across Hinata's face. His eyes fluttered open slowly, lips parting as he inhaled a lazy breath. He blinked once. Twice. Then it hit him—last night.
Hinata Shoyo
"Ahh... wait... hngh~ Ah!" Hinata moaned softly, digging his fingers into Kageyama's flesh
Kageyama Tobio
"Shh... its ok, I'll keep going slow" Kageyama whispered into the omega's ear while slowly, gently thrusting into Hinata
His entire face ignited in a flush of molten heat
The name rang through his skull like a drumbeat, and suddenly Hinata was no longer sleepy—he was alive. Practically vibrating with every memory of that private room. The heat of Kageyama’s rare Alpha scent. The firm grip on his waist. That husky voice murmuring, “You’ve grown so much, Shoyo.”
Hinata squealed—actually squealed—and buried his face into the pillow, kicking his feet like a high schooler gushing over a crush. His hands clutched the pillow tighter, heart racing like it had a personal vendetta against his ribcage. He groaned and giggled all at once, squirming beneath the covers.
Hinata Shoyo
“Kami-sama, I gave him a lap dance,” he hissed to himself. “He saw everything! Touched me! He saw my—ugh!”
His cheeks were on fire. Every second of that encounter had been both terrifying and exhilarating, the rush of it unlike anything he’d ever experienced—even on the volleyball court back then.
Hinata Shoyo
He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. “He still smells the same…”
The memories swirled again: the soft kisses at his neck, Kageyama’s firm body pressing into him, how he’d pinned him against the wall like nothing had changed between them. Like they were still those two boys from Karasuno, bound by something unspoken and permanent.
Hinata curled into himself. He hadn’t felt this flustered in years.
After several minutes of self-indulgent writhing and muffled giggling, he forced himself up. “Okay, okay—breathe, you idiot. You’ve got plans tonight.”
He rubbed his face and padded into the bathroom, wincing slightly as his thigh twinged from the long hours on stage. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror and paused.
There were faint hints of hickeys on his neck and he decided to lift the shirt
His body was riddled with hickeys, he gasped so loud Sugawara had to check on him.
Sugawara
Sugawara pushed open the door slightly right before Hinata pulled his shirt back down. "Uh... Are you ok in here?"
Hinata Shoyo
"Y-Yep" He said quickly, smiling awkwardly
Sugawara
"... O... Ok?" He responded in a confused tone before closing back the door
Hinata lifted his shirt once more, looking at his body that was riddled with hickeys
Hinata Shoyo
"What the hell!" he whisper-shouted
Hinata Shoyo
Hinata sighed "Asshole..."
With a deep breath, he turned on the water and began his morning routine: brush teeth, shower, skincare, a little oil for his scarred leg, some light exercises for mobility. By the time he was dressed in a black t-shirt and fitted jeans, the flushed excitement had mostly faded—mostly.
He checked his phone. A group message from Oikawa.
Hinata Shoyo
Oikawa 💫: Velvet Shadows Crew Night Out ~✨ who’s down for drinks and debriefs?
Noya 🤘: COUNT ME TF IN.
Akaashi 🥀: I’ll come. But no weird games tonight.
Kenma 🕹️: Only if it’s somewhere I can sit.
Yama 🌱: I’ll… try! If it’s okay.
Hinata 🌞: I’m in. I need to talk about SOMETHING!!!
Oikawa 💫: Oho~ the sunshine’s got TEA? 👀 see y’all at 8, outfit up bitches 💋
Hinata Shoyo
When Hinata arrived at the bar, everyone else was already there, he sat at the seat with his name on it
Oikawa
"Are you always late?" he questioned, sipping his red wine
Hinata Shoyo
"No..." Hinata responded, flustered
Nishinoya
"Ooo... you look like you had a night last night" he said, smiling mockingly at Hinata
Hinata Shoyo
"Shut it Noya" he whispered with a blush
Oikawa
"Oh come on, tell us what happened" He said, leaning forward
Hinata Shoyo
"... Uhh" He groaned... hesitant, everytime he thought about it, made him blush.
Oikawa
"Don't be scared, we won't judge... We'll try not to" He whispered while reaching out to touch Hinata's shoulder reassuringly
Hinata Shoyo
Hinata rolled his eyes "... Um... so I slept with someone?
Kenma
Did you use a condom?
Yamaguchi
Want a pregnancy test?
Everyone turned and looked at Yamaguchi with a "bitch are you serious?" face
Yamaguchi
What? better safe than sorry
Hinata Shoyo
... Uh... yes I'd like the test Yams
Yamaguchi
nice! I'll give it to you later
Everyone was looking at Hinata now with a "Wait are you for real right now?" face
Oikawa
"Anyways who was it?" Oikawa asked, sipping some more of his wine
Hinata Shoyo
... Kageyama...
Everyone looked up at him
Oikawa
Oikawa choked on his drink. “THE Tobio Kageyama?! The billionaire-slash-CEO-slash-possibly-actual-yakuza kingpin?!”
Hinata Shoyo
Hinata nodded
Nishinoya
Noya’s jaw dropped. “THE Tobio Kageyama who’s been on magazine covers since high school?! Bro’s hot and loaded!”
Hinata Shoyo
“Childhood friends,” Hinata said, voice small. “We made a promise once… to get married.”
Yamaguchi
Yamaguchi, wide-eyed, whispered, “That sounds like a movie.”
Kenma
Kenma tilted his head, eyes sharper than usual. “So why now? After all this time?”
Hinata Shoyo
"I don't know... he didn’t know I worked here... he booked a room and I uh... I gave him a lap dance too!" He hid in his hands
Oikawa
“THE FIRST ONE?” Oikawa gasped.
Akaashi
Akaashi snorted. “You lost your lap-dance virginity to a billionaire alpha. How poetic.”
Nishinoya
“Romantic,” Noya said dreamily. “Did he whisper sweet nothings into your ear while throwing thousands of yen?”
Hinata Shoyo
“Sort of?” Hinata mumbled, laughing nervously. “He remembered stuff… about me. And it wasn’t creepy. It felt nice. Like… safe.”
Yamaguchi
“I think it’s cute,” Yamaguchi said softly.
Kenma
“Dangerous,” Kenma murmured. “But cute.”
Hinata Shoyo
Hinata smiled at them. “Enough about me. You guys saw the crowd last night. Everyone killed it.”
Oikawa
“Iwaizumi was there,” Oikawa said with a casual sip of wine. “Recognized him from the gym. He looked like he wanted to either kiss me or body slam me.”
Nishinoya
“Sounds like love,” Noya said.
Oikawa
“I don’t know how I feel about it,” Oikawa admitted, twirling the straw in his glass.
Akaashi
“Bokuto was staring at me,” Akaashi added dryly. “Almost tripped on his own feet.”
Kenma
“He literally drooled,” Kenma said.
Akaashi
“Ew.” Akaashi shuddered.
Yamaguchi
“Tsukishima watched my entire set,” Yamaguchi said quietly. “Then he booked a private room.”
The table leaned in collectively.
Oikawa
“Well?” Oikawa urged.
Yamaguchi
Yamaguchi blushed fiercely. “He asked me to dance again. Just… him. No crowd. It was… intense. But… he was kind.”
Kenma
Kenma sipped his drink slowly. “I had someone too.”
Nishinoya
“No way,” Noya whispered.
Oikawa
“That’s one of Kageyama’s bodyguards,” Oikawa said. “He was in the VIP area with him and the others.”
Kenma
Kenma shrugged. “He requested a room before I even finished. Didn’t say much. Just stared. And he’s… tall.”
Nishinoya
“Hot?” Noya asked.
Kenma
"Too hot" He blushed
The group burst into laughter.
For a moment, everything felt light. Like none of them were struggling with bills or bodies that ached from long nights. Like they weren’t working in a glittering underground world just to make ends meet. They were friends. Connected by sequins, sweat, and the haunting melody of pole metal and silk curtains.
When the laughter died down, Hinata looked around at them all—each one of them a different version of lost and surviving. And for the first time in a long while, he felt less alone.
As the night stretched on, and drinks flowed, the air grew heavy with something more intimate. Not just the buzz of attraction and lust, but the slow build of possibility. Of futures rewritten under stage lights.
Maybe this club wasn’t just a job.
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