Background: I was at a con recently and went to a body painting competition panel. The person I went to con with leaned over and asked me what one of “my boys,” as we like to joke, would volunteer to be a model… And this is that idea written out.
Scene: Team Japan and their partners are having a night out to relax as friends when they stumble upon a body painting competition… That’s it
“oooh, guys this looks like fun! Can we join?!” Bokuto and Hinata had both seen the poster as they entered the club and were looking at the rest of their group with shinning, pleading eyes.
“Boke, none of us is an artist.” Kageyama dismissed quickly, tisking softly.
“Oh, are you scared king?” Tsukishima moved up to read the poster around his buff boyfriend, falling into his old taunts of Kageyama and Hinata all too easily.
“I’m not scared.” Kageyama pouted and crossed his arms, turning away from them a little but not moving away from the little crowed thee eight of them made around the sign. “Bakageyama, it’s not about being an artist, it’s about having fun!” Hinata said excitedly
“Exactly!” Bokuto joined in, turning to try and convince his teammate to join in the fun. “Come on, you don’t even have to be a model if you don’t want to! Just… Pick someone to paint and have fun!”
“I think it could be a good team building thing.” Iwaizumi nodded along. “Working together in some… Uncomfortable situations.” He added before looking off. “So… Who would the models be?”
“I WANNA DO IT!” Both Bokuto and Hinata shouted at the same time. “Well that settles teams…” Kuroo added with a chuckle as he started rolling up his sleeves. “I already let two other people touch my boyfriend, we’re not adding any more to that list.” He laughed as Akaashi hit him playfully.
“I dunno…” Atsumu finally spoke up, cheeks dusting pink. “Isn’t that… I mean… What if someone gets a boner?”
“Then we get some sexy time when we get home. And we can skip a shower until it’s done.” Bokuto shrugged like it was a normal thing to be stripping naked infant of his teammates and letting his boyfriends paint him.
“No fair! Your team is all you boyfriends!” Hinata took the flier as he lead the way inside. “That really sounds like a you problem shrimpy” Tsukishima taunted. He knew about Kageyama’s feelings for the shortest amongst them, and judging by the blush on Atsumu the bottle blond did as well. “Who knows, by the end of this maybe you’ll have a harem of your own.”
They opened the door to where the competition was happening and realized they were the only ones there beside the person running it, who looked like they are about to clean up and call it a lost cause. He happily helped them set up before having them draw randomly from a cup to get their tasks.
The teams had been decided as follows: Bokuto (Model), Akaashi (lead artist), Kuroo, and Tsukishima (assisting artists) naming themselves team boyfriends
Hinata (Model), Iwaizumi (lead artist), Kageyama, and Atsumu (supporting artists) refusing to give themselves a name. Tsukishima mumbled under his breath “team, unrequited love.” Making Kuroo laugh.
For a wile, it was quiet. The two separate teams stood on either side of the room as the models got settled and folded their cloths safely out of paints way and the teams strategized. They had two hours each to make the best masterpiece they could to the judged when the person running this came back to check on them. Akaashi was quick to divvy up some tasks as he admired his pro-athlete boyfriend, debating where to start as his other two boyfriends got to mixing different colors.
Meanwhile on the other side of the room, Iwaizumi was trying to do something similar but both Kageyama and Atsumu got distracted looking at Hinata who wasn’t even paying attention, just excited in the moment that he was going to be turned into a piece of art.
Akaashi took his time looking up reference photos and showing them to Kuroo and Tsukishima, sharing what he was thinking before setting them both to work. Tsukishima, being the tallest of the four of them, worked on Bokuto’s back because it would be more comfortable height wise. They took time caressing Bokuto with their hands before the paint and the brushes, giving him words of encouragement as well as each other when they would step back and admire their work every now and again.
As opposed to the team across the room, who started arguing almost immediately when it came to what to do and who would be doing what. Iwaizumi looked like he was going to explode as he spoke through clenched teeth. “Kageyama… Left side, Atsumu… Right side. I will start on his front. Look at the photos on my phone for reference, please.” He sounded exasperated.
“Come on guys, this is supposed to be fun.” Hinata pouted up at them with big eyes. Truthfully, he just wanted their hands on him. He had liked all of them, and seeing Bokuto’s relationships working made him hopeful that maybe this could open a door for him. But as the three around him continued to argue his hopes were slowly deflating. He looked across at the polycule he admired and saw that they were working so well together.
Kuroo, kneeling next to Bokuto, couldn’t stop himself from leaning in and kissing his boyfriends hip gently before painting over it in a dark color, trying to make his legs look like pants. “careful, or we might get disqualified.” Bokuto said, pointedly not looking down. The sight of Kuroo on his knees always got his blood rushing south, and he was already fighting back getting hard as he shivered under Tsukishima and Akaashi’s long and skilled fingers along his upper half.
“We’ll win if they keep it up. I don’t think they’ve even started painting.” Tsukishima spoke softly near Bokuto’s ear, Akaashi humming in agreement. “And I was sure to put Kuroo on his knees for you, I know how much you like it. Shame…” Akaashi smirked as his masterpiece closed their eyes and surpassed a moan but let out a small whimper. Kuroo took the opportunity to place another kiss along Bokuto’s hip and abdomen as he moved to be kneeling more in front of him.
“Come on Bo, he looks so good for you.” Tsukishima coaxed as he let his paint covered fingers travel over the shoulder blades in front of him. “We’re not here to win or lose, we’re here to have fun right? So… let’s have some fun.”
“Tsukki, you sounded an awful lot like Hinata.” Akaashi teased as he moved his hands over their boyfriends chest, smearing more paint and trying to draw his attention for what could have only been the most interesting spot on the ceiling that Bokuto had ever looked at. “No one made a ‘no sex’ rule. What’s stopping us?” Kuroo teased in a husky voice.
Bokuto finally broke, looking down and groaning as he was already half hard. “fuck you guys…” He reached out to run his fingers through Kuroo’s already unruly hair, encouraging him now.
“Well, that is kind of the point.” Tsukishima leaned forward to kiss the only place on Bokuto’s neck that he had yet to paint, just under his ear in the sweet spot they all knew would get him going. At the same time Kuroo smirked and took the hardening dick in his mouth, teasing the tip a little with his tongue before sucking. The moan their model let out was like musing to their ears, soft but full of want.
Hinata glared from across the room, folding his arms over his chest before looking away. That’s all he wanted… Well… Maybe not that specifically right now. But damn it he was horny and lonely and this had been the perfect opportunity. But he was still bare skinned and naked and Bokuto was over there mostly covered in one color paint and getting his rocks off.
Iwaizumi seemed to realize the shift in their model, being that he wasn’t arguing any more and letting Atsumu and Kageyama go at it. He followed the spit fire’s longing gaze and something seemed to click for him. He swallowed hard before leaning down to whisper to Hinata when he wasn’t paying attention. “You wish that was you huh?”
Hinata turned to look up at him, blush spreading over his cheeks and down his chest a little. Iwaizumi smiled kindly before continuing. “I’m not completely blind. Or stupid. What one of you set this up? We’re the only ones here and it’s just… A little too convenient.”
“I… Bo helped but… It was my idea.” Hinata blushed more. Atsumu and Kageyama had finally stopped arguing to listen. “Why didn’t you just talk to us?” Iwaizumi asked gently making Hinata roll his eyes a little. “Have you met our setters?”
“Hey!” They both said at the same time before glaring at one another. “I have… But the reason they work so well is because they communicate. And being together as long as they have helps.” Iwaizumi added. “Can I touch you?” He asked as he lifted a hand towards Hinata’s face, the little ginger nodded eagerly. “It’s only what I’ve wanted all night.”
Iwaizumi chuckled softly before holding his face gently. “I’m flattered Hinata. Really.” He turned to look at the two setters on either side of them slowly before continuing with a blush of his own. “And… I’d be willing to see where this goes if they are.”
(I have to go to bed now. But I WILL BE CONTINUING THIS BECAUSE WHOLY SHIT WHO AM I?!)
Brb picturing dom!Iwaizumi ordering Atsumu and Kageyama how to please Hinata, who’s three orgasms in and crying and moaning so prettily and quivering from the overstimulation
Background: I was at a con recently and went to a body painting competition panel. The person I went to con with leaned over and asked me what one of “my boys,” as we like to joke, would volunteer to be a model… And this is that idea written out.
Scene: Team Japan and their partners are having a night out to relax as friends when they stumble upon a body painting competition… That’s it
“oooh, guys this looks like fun! Can we join?!” Bokuto and Hinata had both seen the poster as they entered the club and were looking at the rest of their group with shinning, pleading eyes.
“Boke, none of us is an artist.” Kageyama dismissed quickly, tisking softly.
“Oh, are you scared king?” Tsukishima moved up to read the poster around his buff boyfriend, falling into his old taunts of Kageyama and Hinata all too easily.
“I’m not scared.” Kageyama pouted and crossed his arms, turning away from them a little but not moving away from the little crowed thee eight of them made around the sign. “Bakageyama, it’s not about being an artist, it’s about having fun!” Hinata said excitedly
“Exactly!” Bokuto joined in, turning to try and convince his teammate to join in the fun. “Come on, you don’t even have to be a model if you don’t want to! Just… Pick someone to paint and have fun!”
“I think it could be a good team building thing.” Iwaizumi nodded along. “Working together in some… Uncomfortable situations.” He added before looking off. “So… Who would the models be?”
“I WANNA DO IT!” Both Bokuto and Hinata shouted at the same time. “Well that settles teams…” Kuroo added with a chuckle as he started rolling up his sleeves. “I already let two other people touch my boyfriend, we’re not adding any more to that list.” He laughed as Akaashi hit him playfully.
“I dunno…” Atsumu finally spoke up, cheeks dusting pink. “Isn’t that… I mean… What if someone gets a boner?”
“Then we get some sexy time when we get home. And we can skip a shower until it’s done.” Bokuto shrugged like it was a normal thing to be stripping naked infant of his teammates and letting his boyfriends paint him.
“No fair! Your team is all you boyfriends!” Hinata took the flier as he lead the way inside. “That really sounds like a you problem shrimpy” Tsukishima taunted. He knew about Kageyama’s feelings for the shortest amongst them, and judging by the blush on Atsumu the bottle blond did as well. “Who knows, by the end of this maybe you’ll have a harem of your own.”
They opened the door to where the competition was happening and realized they were the only ones there beside the person running it, who looked like they are about to clean up and call it a lost cause. He happily helped them set up before having them draw randomly from a cup to get their tasks.
The teams had been decided as follows: Bokuto (Model), Akaashi (lead artist), Kuroo, and Tsukishima (assisting artists) naming themselves team boyfriends
Hinata (Model), Iwaizumi (lead artist), Kageyama, and Atsumu (supporting artists) refusing to give themselves a name. Tsukishima mumbled under his breath “team, unrequited love.” Making Kuroo laugh.
For a wile, it was quiet. The two separate teams stood on either side of the room as the models got settled and folded their cloths safely out of paints way and the teams strategized. They had two hours each to make the best masterpiece they could to the judged when the person running this came back to check on them. Akaashi was quick to divvy up some tasks as he admired his pro-athlete boyfriend, debating where to start as his other two boyfriends got to mixing different colors.
Meanwhile on the other side of the room, Iwaizumi was trying to do something similar but both Kageyama and Atsumu got distracted looking at Hinata who wasn’t even paying attention, just excited in the moment that he was going to be turned into a piece of art.
Akaashi took his time looking up reference photos and showing them to Kuroo and Tsukishima, sharing what he was thinking before setting them both to work. Tsukishima, being the tallest of the four of them, worked on Bokuto’s back because it would be more comfortable height wise. They took time caressing Bokuto with their hands before the paint and the brushes, giving him words of encouragement as well as each other when they would step back and admire their work every now and again.
As opposed to the team across the room, who started arguing almost immediately when it came to what to do and who would be doing what. Iwaizumi looked like he was going to explode as he spoke through clenched teeth. “Kageyama… Left side, Atsumu… Right side. I will start on his front. Look at the photos on my phone for reference, please.” He sounded exasperated.
“Come on guys, this is supposed to be fun.” Hinata pouted up at them with big eyes. Truthfully, he just wanted their hands on him. He had liked all of them, and seeing Bokuto’s relationships working made him hopeful that maybe this could open a door for him. But as the three around him continued to argue his hopes were slowly deflating. He looked across at the polycule he admired and saw that they were working so well together.
Kuroo, kneeling next to Bokuto, couldn’t stop himself from leaning in and kissing his boyfriends hip gently before painting over it in a dark color, trying to make his legs look like pants. “careful, or we might get disqualified.” Bokuto said, pointedly not looking down. The sight of Kuroo on his knees always got his blood rushing south, and he was already fighting back getting hard as he shivered under Tsukishima and Akaashi’s long and skilled fingers along his upper half.
“We’ll win if they keep it up. I don’t think they’ve even started painting.” Tsukishima spoke softly near Bokuto’s ear, Akaashi humming in agreement. “And I was sure to put Kuroo on his knees for you, I know how much you like it. Shame…” Akaashi smirked as his masterpiece closed their eyes and surpassed a moan but let out a small whimper. Kuroo took the opportunity to place another kiss along Bokuto’s hip and abdomen as he moved to be kneeling more in front of him.
“Come on Bo, he looks so good for you.” Tsukishima coaxed as he let his paint covered fingers travel over the shoulder blades in front of him. “We’re not here to win or lose, we’re here to have fun right? So… let’s have some fun.”
“Tsukki, you sounded an awful lot like Hinata.” Akaashi teased as he moved his hands over their boyfriends chest, smearing more paint and trying to draw his attention for what could have only been the most interesting spot on the ceiling that Bokuto had ever looked at. “No one made a ‘no sex’ rule. What’s stopping us?” Kuroo teased in a husky voice.
Bokuto finally broke, looking down and groaning as he was already half hard. “fuck you guys…” He reached out to run his fingers through Kuroo’s already unruly hair, encouraging him now.
“Well, that is kind of the point.” Tsukishima leaned forward to kiss the only place on Bokuto’s neck that he had yet to paint, just under his ear in the sweet spot they all knew would get him going. At the same time Kuroo smirked and took the hardening dick in his mouth, teasing the tip a little with his tongue before sucking. The moan their model let out was like musing to their ears, soft but full of want.
Hinata glared from across the room, folding his arms over his chest before looking away. That’s all he wanted… Well… Maybe not that specifically right now. But damn it he was horny and lonely and this had been the perfect opportunity. But he was still bare skinned and naked and Bokuto was over there mostly covered in one color paint and getting his rocks off.
Iwaizumi seemed to realize the shift in their model, being that he wasn’t arguing any more and letting Atsumu and Kageyama go at it. He followed the spit fire’s longing gaze and something seemed to click for him. He swallowed hard before leaning down to whisper to Hinata when he wasn’t paying attention. “You wish that was you huh?”
Hinata turned to look up at him, blush spreading over his cheeks and down his chest a little. Iwaizumi smiled kindly before continuing. “I’m not completely blind. Or stupid. What one of you set this up? We’re the only ones here and it’s just… A little too convenient.”
“I… Bo helped but… It was my idea.” Hinata blushed more. Atsumu and Kageyama had finally stopped arguing to listen. “Why didn’t you just talk to us?” Iwaizumi asked gently making Hinata roll his eyes a little. “Have you met our setters?”
“Hey!” They both said at the same time before glaring at one another. “I have… But the reason they work so well is because they communicate. And being together as long as they have helps.” Iwaizumi added. “Can I touch you?” He asked as he lifted a hand towards Hinata’s face, the little ginger nodded eagerly. “It’s only what I’ve wanted all night.”
Iwaizumi chuckled softly before holding his face gently. “I’m flattered Hinata. Really.” He turned to look at the two setters on either side of them slowly before continuing with a blush of his own. “And… I’d be willing to see where this goes if they are.”
(I have to go to bed now. But I WILL BE CONTINUING THIS BECAUSE WHOLY SHIT WHO AM I?!)
Being in an unpopular fandom/a rare pair shipper is funny cause you’ve read all of the fics and you know exactly how many their are so when you go back to AO3 after a few weeks and see that now there’s 39 instead of 38 you get excited and then you feel sad after you’ve read it and you have to wait another six years for a new fic
Hinata sat behind the long table, smiling and signing autographs for his fans, taking pictures and talking with them animatedly. This was arguably one of his favorite things to do for his job, he loved meeting the fans and answering the questions that he could.
"Why isn't Atsumu here with you today?" Had to be the questions he answered the most. Usually he and his co-star did these meet and greets together, giving the fans what they really wanted. And for them it wasn't even really acting, sure they'd dramatize and act up more than they normally would, but the two were together so acting like a couple wasn't acting at all.
"He said he had his own thing today, I think it's a photo shoot. I'm not sure." Hinata just plastered his usual happy smile on his face as he signed away and took more pictures with his fans. That's when he started to hear the whispers, as the line progressed.
"Did you see him? I can't believe he's here. Was that really him?" Fans were whispering. Hinata had his head down writing, so he didn't see the person cutting everyone in line to get to the front. When he looked up to hand off his specialized note he froze.
Atsumu was standing there, baseball cap low over his eyes and trying to cover his freshly dyed hair, mask on, sunglasses on, and a zip-up hoodie that he would normally never wear. He didn't say anything as the crowed behind them buzzed with whispers and anticipation.
"Tsum-tsum?"
"How'd you know it was me?" Atsumu practically wined, the cool posture he had taken with his hands in his pockets and back straight immediately changing as he sagged his shoulders in defeat. Hinata covered his mouth to hide his giggles
"Why are you here? I thought you had your own event today." Hinata stood and moved to the picture area to let Atsumu back behind the table.
"I did, it's over now. I was just getting my hair done and having lunch with 'Samu. He says hi, by the way and made you some onigiri. I put it in the fridge already for when you're done here." Atsumu pulled Hinata into a tight hug as soon as they were behind the table. Hinata hugged back, burying his face in his boyfriends neck a little before pulling away to get back to work. "That was sweet of him. I'll have to call and thank him later."
"No bother callin' I invited him to dinner. You can just thank him tonight." Atsumu slipped around him, grazing his hand along Hinata's waist as he went to take a seat, taking off his failed disguise and smiling slyly. Hinata went to sit by him, getting back to work. It was arguably more difficult now with his boyfriends hand occasionally sliding up and down his leg or resting on his knee under the table where fans couldn't see.
genre: sfw, fluff, strangers to lovers, fake dating au
words: 2.0k
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Panic was written in your eyes as you spotted your ex-boyfriend through the glass, sitting at a table among the rest of your friends. You wonder just why he's there until you remember that he is also friends with f/n, the one who initially introduced the two of you.
It’s not like you still have feelings for him - oh hell nah - but your relationship didn’t really end on good terms. You were fine with it, sort of relieved actually, but you wanted him to look at you and see how good you were doing without him.
However, the truth is, you aren’t doing so great. Of course, breaking up with him was a huge improvement in your life, but besides that, not much has changed since the last time you were with him. Especially, in your love life.
You tried, but most of your dates didn’t work out. They were either boring or trying to get in your pants as fast as possible. For a quick moment you believed your ex when he said you wouldn’t find anyone if you left him, but again, it would be better to spend the night with the guy trying to sleep with you than being with him.
You look down at your outfit, a button-up shirt with a lace bra underneath and light jeans. Simple, but the combo along with some accessories and a cute baguette purse looked rather elegant. Yet, it wasn’t sexy, nor ‘I’m doing better without you, asshole”.
You turn back to the street side of the sidewalk and spot a car a few steps away from you. You walk to the window and look at your reflection, wondering how you could fix yourself. You decide to open your shirt, leaning down a bit to not let other people in the street see your boobs, then make a knot with its ends. You fix your hair, apply a little more lipstick, and check your ass out. But you still think something is missing. Lastly, you dig your hand into your bra and pull your boobs upwards. As if all this wasn’t enough you check out yourself one last time.
While at it, the window you were using as a mirror slowly made its way down to reveal one of the most handsome men you have ever seen in your life. For a moment you think you have already seen him somewhere, but you decide it was probably in one of your dreams.
“Hey.” He says, so nonchalant it doesn’t even seem he’s just seen you fix your tiddies.
You keep staring at his golden eyes in complete disbelief. “You... were there... the whole time.” He chuckles at your mortified face.
“Yep, I was. But don’t worry, I closed my eyes when you were, uh,” He motions his hands over his chest. “yeah.”
A deep sigh of defeat falls out your lips, the thought of unliving yourself very strong in your mind. You take a step away from his car and he finally steps out of it.
Just from the sight of him behind the window, you knew he was big, but your jaw drops when his 6'3 figure of broad shoulders, muscles, thick thighs under his slacks, and Dorito-shaped torso stands in front of you. Your brain couldn't comprehend how someone so damn attractive could exist.
“What are you fussing about anyway? You look great!” He points his hands ahead, gesturing for you up and down. "I mean, you already looked good before, so I don't understand."
"You see that dark-haired guy on a table inside?" You nod your head in the direction of your ex-boyfriend.
"The one in a blue shirt?"
"Yes. That's my ex. It's my friend's birthday today and I forgot they're friends, the possibility of him being here didn't even cross my mind."
"And... you want him back or something?"
"Oh, God, no." You shake your head. "He's an asshole. I just want him to see that I'm doing good- no, great, without him."
"Hm, I see." He nods. "Well, you're very pretty, I can't even believe he was able to pull you off. You don’t have to worry about him." You feel your cheeks heating up at the praises and you thank him quietly. He checks the time on his watch before turning to you again. “I have to go meet my friends inside, but it was nice to meet you…”
“Y/n.”
“Y/n, wow, what a beautiful name. I’m Bokuto.”
“Thanks, it was nice meeting you too, Bokuto.”
He gestures for you to walk ahead of him like the gentleman he is. You open the door of the pub when a group of drunk guys also decides to leave, one of them is destined to bump into you but a large hand finds your waist, spins you, and pulls you in, making your front meet a hard surface that you soon acknowledge as Bokuto’s chest.
“Are you okay?” He asks while the men pass by, bumping into his back while they do so.
“Yeah, I’m okay, thank you.”
By now you have no doubts he can see your flustered cheeks.
Bokuto lets you go and smiles.
“Hey, dudes, look where you’re going!” He shouts back to the group that only responds with a shrug of shoulder and mumbles.
“I guess I’ll see you around, Y/n. Have a good night.”
“You too, Bokuto.”
You start walking towards your friend’s table but turn your head back to look at him one last time. Your heart beats faster when you see the dual color-hair man is looking at you too. You smile giggly because of him.
“Oh my God, Y/n, who was that with you?!” One of your friends asks as soon as you reach the table.
As you open your mouth to respond, your gaze meets your ex’s. He looks at you with slightly narrowed eyes, clearly interested in your answer too. The words fall out of your lips before you can even think.
“He’s my new boyfriend.” You answer while taking a seat beside your best friend.
“What?!” They’re shocked.
Not because they don’t think it would be possible for you to be with someone as good-looking as him but because of the same reason you were shocked when you saw him.
“He’s the one you were out on a date with last week?!”
“Yep.” You put all your confidence in your words, to be as convincing as possible.
“Wait, so you’re dating MSBY’s Bokuto?” Your ex asks, genuine disbelief in his voice.
So that’s where you saw him, you think.
“Yes. It’s pretty recent, so we’re keeping it low key.”
“He’s super hot.”
“I’m glad you found him, you've been looking for someone for so long.”
You catch a glimpse of your ex’s mouth curving upwards a bit.
“Yeah, he’s amazing. And super sweet.”
“I saw the way he was looking at you.” Bf/n nudges your side. “You got him wrapped around your finger.” You just laugh away, dropping the conversation.
Soon your friends also let go of it and start talking about something else. Suddenly, you feel your phone vibrating and take it to see a message from Bf/n.
>> since uh when??
you NEVER showed me a pic of him
<< soooo i lied :D i met him outside the pub
>> is this bc of ex/n?
<< yeah
>> god y/n
but what i said was true he was looking at you differently
pls tell me you gave him your number
<< i didn’t
>> i’m gonna kill you istg
“Excuse me, that gentleman at the bar sent you this drink.”
You look up from your phone to the waiter beside you, who put down a Grasshopper in front of you and tilted his head towards Bokuto, who was sitting with three more guys.
His smile grows bigger when your eyes meet and he raises his own cup in a toast, then winks at you.
“Something sweet like you, he said.” You switched your gaze to your friend beside you partly to hide your blush and to see her reaction as well.
“I told you.” She whispered.
Everyone at the table made a big deal out of it and started teasing you, well, not everyone, since a scowl took place on your ex’s face.
The night went on and near the end of it, your friends decide to go to a club. It’s not like you didn’t want to go, but you didn’t really want to, you only wanted to plop down on your bed and sleep till noon. Everybody gathers their things to leave and gets up from the table.
“Won’t you say ‘bye’ to your boyfriend, Y/n?” Ex/n asks, emphasizing the word ‘boyfriend’. It’s obvious he still doesn’t believe in your little lie. “Does he even let you go to the club without hi-?”
“Hey, Y/n!”
Like work from destiny, the player jogs up to you. You turn around in his direction and mouth a ‘please play along’ before putting a hand on the back of his neck and pulling him down for a kiss.
Bokuto’s eyes go wide and he stiffens momentarily, but the soft feeling of your lips on his cause him to kiss you back and hold your waist against him. You hum in the kiss, prolonging it for a little longer than you should then pull away. His mouth moves forward, searching for yours.
The rest of your friends watch the scene in front of them with their jaws dropped and Bf/n almost pulls her phone to record it.
“I was about to go talk to you, Darling.” You say, straightening the fabric of his shirt on his chest. “The girls want to go to a club, you don’t mind if I tag along with them, right?”
Bokuto takes a quick glance at the man beside you and quickly understands what’s going on.
“Of course I don’t, Princess.” He holds you tighter and raises your hand to his mouth to place a chaste kiss on its back. “But you promised me cuddles tonight.” He pouts then dips his head down to get closer to you. “You’ll have to make it up to me later.”
His words make your stomach cold and your breath uneasy. Ex/n shifts in his place, uncomfortable, and cleats his throat, making both your attentions go to him.
“Oh, hey, man.” The ace greets him.
“Uh, where did you two meet?” Your ex raises a brow.
“In a coffee shop. I went there with Tsum-Tsum and she was ordering in front of us.” Bokuto answers.
“That’s funny ‘cause Y/n doesn’t like coffee.”
“I was there for their red velvet cake.” You resort.
“Okay, so you met in a coffee shop on a random day, and just like that you started going out?”
You and Bokuto take a look at each other and start nodding, both in the same place with the act.
“Yep, exactly like that.”
“Hey, you’re her ex, right?”
“Yes, I am.”
“I’d say it’s a shame that you weren’t able to appreciate her as she deserves, but if you did she wouldn’t be with me so, I guess I gotta thank you actually.”
You see a vein popping on Ex/n’s forehead. You hug Bokuto’s torso and get on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
“You flatter me too much, Baby. I think you just earned those cuddles.” You turn to your friends. “Sorry, girls, we can schedule the club for another day.”
“Sure! Go have fun with your man.” Bf/n says with a smirk.
“Bye, y’all!”
You take Bokuto’s hand in yours and walk away as he waves to your friends. When you get outside, you stop.
“Oh my God, thank you so much. And sorry for putting you in that situation.” You smile apologetically.
“No problem, I didn’t mind that at all. Especially the kiss. I didn’t mind that at all.” He repeats and you feel your face burning.
“Ex/n didn’t believe me when I lied and said you were my boyfriend so I panicked.” You explain.
“Well, if you let me take you out, it won’t be a lie anymore.” He tilts his head to the side, waiting for your response.
Background: gender-bent Miya Twins/Trans masc. Atsumu. They both still play on the boys volleyball team for Inarizaki because the school doesn’t have the female equivalent. Atsumu has come out to his teammates and they’re all supportive but not his parents yet because he’s scared of how they’re going to react.
Scene: Atsumu is upset at being misgendered by a classmate and is trying to hide in the club room. And go…
“Yo, scrub. You in here?” Osamu called as she opened the door to the club room. “Suna saw you runnin’ up here so don’t try and hide!” She closed the door behind her and started walking to the far corner where she heard some shuffling. “It’s just us. You don’t have to hide…” she stopped in front of her brother and pulled the maroon jacket from off his head. “What happened?” She asked more gently than she’s been speaking this whole time, slowly moving to sit on one of the benches next to him.
Atsumu’s eyes were red rimmed and a little puffy with his attempts to not cry. He just shook his head and looked away from his twin, crossing his arms over his knees and hiding his face away with a sniffle. “It’s dumb…” he mumbled.
“Not if you’re upset about it.” Osamu knew she could be hard on him sometimes, needling and pushing him to be better. But she knew when he needed a softer touch, and now was one of those times. “Suna said he heard somethin’ about one of the guys in your class…?” She waited to see if he’d tell her himself, watching him as she leaned forward to rest her elbows on her knees. “Just tell me who’s ass I have to kick.”
“No one. It’s stupid. Can we just drop it?” He tried to rub at his eyes discreetly. “Nope.” Osamu popped the ‘p’ annoyingly, leaning back. “Kita said we aren’t starting practice ‘till yer little melt down is done. He’s not even letting anyone else in here. So…” She leaned forward again. “The sooner you talk to me. The sooner we can go play and forget anything happened. But… Take your time if you have to. No one’s gonna be mad. ‘Kay? And as your older sister, it’s my job to take care of you and kick anyone’s ass I need to. So. Names are helpful.”
Atsumu lifted his head up slowly, blinking at her before glaring with no real effect. “Older by 2 minutes.”
“Yeah, best two minutes of my life.” She smiled playfully, happy to at least have gotten him talking.
With a small sigh, Atsumu leaned back against the wall and relaxed out of his curled up position. “It was just some kid… He said some shitty things about me. Like… Not being a real guy ‘cuz I was born a girl. Just… the usual shit.”
“You’re more of a man then anyone I know. I don’t know any guy that could stand the periods we have to go through and still be able to play volleyball like you do.” She started to stand up, rolling up her sleeves a little.
“What are you doing?” Atsumu scrambled to his feet and followed Osamu to the door in a mild panic. She looked back at him and smiled innocently. “I’m gonna pay him a visit. He wants to get his shit handed to him by a girl, well… He picked the wrong fucking twin then huh?” She opened the door to the club room, Kita was standing guard in front of it and Suna was leaning on the wall next to it.
“Oh, going after someone?” Suna looked up at them lazily as he pushed off the wall. “Count me in.” He turned to Kita and waved. “We’ll be back. Gotta handle a thing. The less you know the better.”
Kita rolled his eyes but didn’t ask questions, he knew better where those three where concerned.
"Atsumu, you can't just put a bunch of different toner's on your head and expect it to come out one uniform color. That's now how this works, you'll fry off you hair. You look better piss-haired than you would look bald." Sakusa sighed heavily over the phone from where he was in the beauty supply shop. "Now... What color did you already put on? I need to make sure I get the right one."
"Yes parent." Atsumu shifted and went off screen, looking for the box of toner he'd already used, bringing it back and holding it in screen for Sakusa to read. Omi hung up after grabbing two boxes, not even saying goodbye.
With his purchase clutched in his hands Sakusa went home, walking slowly into his house and peering around for any sign of his boyfriend. "Atsumu, I swear if you got bleach on the couch again you're paying to have it reupholstered."
"I'm still in the bathroom!"
Sakusa followed the call, grabbing extra gloves from the kitchen on his way. He shimmied into the bathroom, setting the things down on the counter and looked over to his boyfriend who was leaning over the sink in just his boxers and a wife beater, flipping his hair back and forth to catch the un-even tones in the harsh florescent overhead light. "Sit."
"Yes, parent." Atsumu answered with a cheeky grin, sitting on the bench they had put down earlier when they first bleached his hair. "Why do you keep saying that...?" Sakusa sighed exasperatedly as he pulled on the fresh gloves and grabbed a box of toner from the bag, turning it around to read the directions.
(Inspired by Em. I love them bad. Back story: SakuAtsu live together and work in the same office building but in different departments.
Sakusa wakes up every morning and goes on his run to the coffee shop two blocks away for his normal morning boost before having to go to work. He's not a morning person in the slightest but he is consistent and the barista's know his order by now. He's been going to this one coffee shop for four years and gets the same hot black Americano. And every morning for the past four years he's been coming in at the same time, 5:30am. He's never once been late. He doesn't stop to talk to the barista's, he doesn't smile. When there's a new face behind the counter and his coffee isn't ready yet, his face will creese with irritation but he doesn't ever say anything because he knows that there's nothing he can do but let the people learn.
This was one of those days. He had just picked up his coffee from the pick up window and was making his way to the door when he overheard one of the new workers in the back trying to whisper. "Is he always so intimidating? I don't think I like him."
"What do you mean? He's one of my favorites. He's hot, he comes in at the same time and orders the same thing. He's dependable. And he doesn't talk, that's a plus for this early in the morning 'cuz we're not really awake either." He smirked on his way out, hidden behind his mask as he went home to get ready for his day at the office.
In contrast, Atsumu always comes in between 12:30 and 1 in the afternoon. Always orders two coffee's, an ice black americano and what he likes to call "the barista's choice" as long as it's caffeinated and filled with sugar. He likes to chat everyone up, get to know the barista's on and really lays on the charm when he sees someone new behind the counter. He has jokes with his regular barista and they chat as the coffee's get made about how the day is going or the weather, nothing ever too deep but enough that it forms a regular happy routine that hopefully brightens the workers day.
One afternoon, closer to 1, Sakusa holds the door open for his husband. They both had their lunch hour at the same time for once and decided to take the walk to the coffee shop together. The Barista, not seeing Sakusa behind him, smiled happily and waved a little. "Good afternoon Atsumu. Are we adding any food to your usual order...?" They trailed off as Sakusa walked up to stand next to him, looking over the food case in contemplation.
"Oh, yeah. I'll have a Turkey Pesto panini, a Chicken Double Smoke bacon panini, and a birthday cake pop for the birthday boy here." He nods his head over to Sakusa and smirks as the Barista looked between the two of them bewildered, mouth gapping open. Sakusa's ears tinted pink as he stuck his hands in his pockets and shifted uncomfortably.
“I’m not talking to you for the rest of the shoot!”
“Noo! Stop. I’ll behave,” Hinata promised against the burning nape of Atsumu’s neck. “I speak a lot without thinking. Some say it’s my best trait and then others, like my best friend Tobio, he says it’s my worst trait. What do you think?”
“Right now?” Atsumu mumbled, leaning back against Hinata. “It’s your best worst trait.”
in which atsumu and hinata, both strangers, get asked by their friends to pose as a couple for a photoshoot.
Synopsis: Sakusa was the type to always get things done on his own, but now that he's forced to juggle between his successful pro-volleyball career and being a single dad, what happens when he enrolls his daughter in a new preschool and meets his daughter's new teacher? Will their relationship remain professional or will it evolve into something more?
¤ warnings: timeskip characters, possible angst (let's be real I always turn things angsty), manga spoilers, fluff, cheating, I'll add more as we go.
¤ disclaimer: i don't own any of the hq characters, the pictures i use are just for reference so you can see what I'm imagining, yn looks how you want her to look.
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¤ starting: January 3, 2022
¤ updates: Every Monday, Wednesday & Friday at 6pm MST.
SakuAtsu where Sakusa is a writer and he's having severe brain rot over what he's trying to put into words but he can't quite articulate it so he calls his boyfriend on FaceTime to try and talk it out.
Atsumu, though he's trying to be helpful, just spends most of the call distracting Sakusa with random questions and tangents as they eat a bowl of rice and eggs that Osamu made.
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