Fic Dumping Ground: 2016

[yrindor]

This post is a storage spot for all of the fic/ficlets that I want to be able to link to but don't want to post to AO3 for whatever reason. Fandom/pairings/rating/warnings will be marked in the subject of the individual comments.

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Haikyuu!!, Ennoshita/Kuroo/Sugawara, T, mild NSFW

[yrindor]

Suga was stressed. He knew he had no real reason to be, but that didn't stop him from worrying about his upcoming practicum. He had technically set his studying aside for the night, but even as he lay in bed, he mentally ran through all of the muscles he had spent the last week memorizing. Origin. Insertion. Action. Origin. Insertion. Action. Over and over down the entire list of hundred and seventy-five muscles that could show up on the exam.

He was still going through the list when Ennoshita and Kuroo climbed into bed beside him. Kuroo's hand came to rest on his thigh, sending a pleasant jolt up his spine. "Rectus femoris," his brain supplied. Then, "sartorius," as Kuroo's fingers dragged down his leg toward the inside of his knee leaving a tingling trail in their wake.

Maybe he had accidentally said the muscles out loud too, because Ennoshita pressed a couple of fingers to his lips and murmured, "not now, Koushi." It wouldn't have made much of a difference though, not when Kuroo's hands teasing the tops of his legs were rapidly stealing away all of his higher faculties.

The first hot brush of Kuroo's tongue across his thigh had him arching back against the sheets and reaching for Kuroo's hair, but Ennoshita caught his hands and gently folded them back against his chest. "Not tonight," Ennoshita said. "Tonight, we're taking care of you."

Ennoshita kept his wrists held securely in one hand, but freed his other to play with his hair, tugging on errant cowlicks and pressing into the pressure points all over his scalp. Between the fingers in his hair and the lips on his thigh, the gentleness was overwhelming, and to his embarrassment, he felt himself beginning to tear up. He closed his eyes and tried to turn away, but Ennoshita caught him, gently drawing him back. "Let it all go, Koushi," he urged. "You're safe here. We've got you."

Ennoshita's arms holding him were solid, grounding. He let them anchor him even as Kuroo overwhelmed him with sensation and drove out everything else. He wasn't even sure what he was crying over anymore—stress definitely, but also happiness, misplaced guilt, fatigue, gratitude, other emotions too numerous and fleeting to name.

He wasn't sure when he drifted off to sleep amidst the tears and gentle touches, but the next thing he knew, he was waking up to the sun rising, the smell of Kuroo cooking breakfast, and the realization that he had slept through the night the day before a practicum for the first time since he started med school.