- tends to choose coffee on the sweeter side
- enjoys creamers and vanilla syrup
- gets sugar free to convince his team it’s a ‘healthy’ addition to his breakfast
- tried to drink dark black coffee for most of secondary school
- thought it made him look cool
- ‘one large black coffee… very grown up of me, huh?’ [atsumu]
- until one faithful day you suggested he go for something lighter
- you served him up black coffee once and every drink he took brought a frown to his face
- so, with your recommendation, he goes off the deep end
- cold foam, extra vanilla, creamer, everything
- in which you had to advise him to tone it down
- ‘maybe let’s just start with a little creamer and a little sugar’ [you]
- ‘alright, if you think that’s best for me’ [atsumu]
- and it ultimately was
- now every time he walks into your coffee shop, you make a point to have it ready for him
- even if it six in the morning
sakusa kiyoomi
- surprisingly enjoys a little sweetness
- even if he doesn’t give off those vibes
- usually he prefers a blonde roast with some sweetener
- he enters the coffee shop and leaves promptly
- never giving time for conversation or exploration
- so you quickly start making his order every time he comes in
- and he would have his money ready every time
- until one morning he comes in and an outlet went up in flames and all the coffee machines couldn’t be used
- ‘i’m so sorry, but we’re going to have to close for the day and get stuff fixed… since you’re already here i could grab a pastry for you’ [you]
- ‘uh- yeah sure’ [sakusa]
- it brought about a new friendship for you
- he still ordered the same old thing
- but he kept a conversation with you
- asked how your morning has gone or if you have any plans
- finally you convinced yourself to write your name on his coffee cup
- which he messaged just a few minutes after
bokuto kotaro
- doesn’t really drink coffee
- he typically enjoys a smoothie
- mixed with an assortment of fruits and protein powders
- bokuto also likes to get a muffin occasionally, popping by your shop
- however, if he’s running late he’ll grab a coffee and muffin from you
- typically it’s something small
- usually an espresso or americano
- ‘no smoothie, so you want an espresso?’ [you]
- ‘yes, that would be great! i have a long practice ahead’ [bokuto]
- on the mornings he has off or late, he loves to chat with you
- really with anyone working or standing in line
- he creates a small community everywhere he goes
- to the point he recognizes multiple regulars
- ‘so, you go to all these practices, what do you do it for?’ [you]
- ‘volleyball! i have an extra ticket to this upcoming tournament, why don’t you come’ [bokuto]
- and you could never say no to him
hinata shoyo
- loooves coffee
- after living in brazil he got hooked on all kinds of coffee
- can drink anything from black coffee to nearly pure milk or creamer
- as long as it’s not decaf he is happy
- usually brews his own coffee
- however, since they started doing early mornings for practice he’s started buying out
- not caring to clean it after use
- purposefully got a cup holder for his bike
- enjoys it when you write sweet messages on the cups
- usually something along the lines of ‘you got this!’
- he can’t write his own notes so he likes to give you quick comments
- ‘this coffee is the best! thanks for recommending it!’ [hinata]
- all while running out the door
- hinata always has time to chat on the weekends though
- sitting at the closest table
- eating some pastry taking way too long
- what he doesn’t want to tell you is that he’s contemplating asking you out
- and chickening out every time
gen. taglist (open): @maybespiderman @causenessus @applepi25 @softpia @bakery-anon
Has your back pressed against his firm chest as he’s busying one of his hands to slightly hold your head to the side to expose your neck as he lays wide-mouthed kisses on the naked skin.
You can’t help but to rest your head on his shoulder as his other hand is busying itself in between your legs, rubbing your clit in a slow circular motion.
He suddenly moves the hand that rested on your jaw a few moments prior to tease you as the tips of his fingers touch any available skin, soon making their way to grasp the flesh of your boob, giving it a slight squeeze.
His index finger and thumb suddenly make contact with your hard nipple, giving it the attention it craved, causing your back to arch from the sense of euphoria.
As your moans grew louder, he picked up the pace on your clit. Now making the bundle of nerves even more sensitive.
Bokuto couldn’t wait until he got to see you again. He was gone for a few weeks due to one of his games. The whole time he could never get you out of his mind. You invaded all of his thoughts; as the days passed by, he became moderately impatient, just waiting for the day he could go back home to you.
Your hips vaguely jerked up from the immense pressure— you were close.
Bokuto kept the steady pace until your hips lifted from the intense bliss. Only to slow the movement of his fingers to ride you through your high.
He proceeded to grab the side of your face, tilting your head to finally connect your lips with his.
This was his favorite part about coming home, his long awaited anticipation to see you seised by finally being around your presence.
- only became friends with you cause you were neighbors
- he helped move your couch up to your apartment
- you offered to buy him dinner in exchange for more help
- after that you would just find each other everywhere
- sakusa’s on the elevator when you are
- he’s at the same coffee shop
- even getting his groceries at the same time
- so you start hanging out more
- you’ll go watch his games
- he’ll beta read your food-based articles
- even joining you to try a new restaurant for your blog
- the change happened for him first
- when you spilled wine on his couch
- you were so apologetic, doing anything you could to clean it
- fell for you first AND harder
- he kept it a secret for awhile
- not even telling the rest of the team
- (although atsumu found out pretty early on)
- only told you when you confessed to him
- ‘i like you.. and i appreciate your friendship, i just can’t continue like this’ [you]
- ‘i like you too, and i have for a while’ [sakusa]
atsumu miya
- met you at a volleyball game
- thought you to be one his many fans
- 'you want my signature or a photo? or both?' [atsumu]
- 'i'm sorry who are you?' [you]
- humbled him immediately
- you were there investigating one of the teams for fraud and its connection with a coach
- he wanted in on it as soon as he heard
- wanting to tell others that he was part of a 'serious investigation'
- when really you were just writing for the city's news station
- however, you do come to find out that he's pretty good at it
- he'd get you interviews you couldn't get before
- even chatting to the coach to get him to lie through his teeth
- 'pretty good investigator, aren't i?' [atsumu]
- 'depends on what you define as good...' [you]
- you have a very playful relationship together
- meeting up at small coffee shops to discuss it
- him getting a shout out at the bottom of your article
- you quickly realize your own feelings a few weeks later
- he’s laughing about something hinata said and the first person he looked to was you
- and there’s a light in his eyes that you realize has been there every time he’s looked into your’s
hinata shoyo
- you met him on a layover out of brazil
- you were in another part of the country when your layout took you to rio de janeiro
- hinata bumped into you when walking to your gate
- ‘i’m so sorry, i should’ve looked-’ [you]
- ‘it’s okay! i should’ve been paying more attention too’ [hinata]
- as an apology he walked you to your gate
- only realizing when you got there that it was his gate too
- you talk the enter time you’re waiting to board
- he ends up in front of you on the airplane
- the two of you chat as everyone gets situated on the plane
- just as you’re getting off, hinata hands you a piece of paper with his phone number
- ‘maybe we can meet up later’ [hinata]
- ‘i’d love to!’ [you]
- as you make your way down the aisle, the paper falls from your hand
- it disappears beneath a few rows
- so you spend the next year wondering what would’ve happened
- magically, you run into him again at a coffee shop
- ‘hinata?’ [you]
- he was ecstatic to see you again
- offering to buy your coffee and chat
- knowing you had just gotten out of an almost year long relationship, you tell him it can only be platonic
- he accepts profusely
- as you chat, you start wondering if anything could be there
- and you spend a couple months strictly as friends
- only breaking that rule when you invite him out to dinner
bokuto kotaro
- prefers being friends before dating
- so when he meets you at his favorite coffee shop, he's inclined to learn about you slowly
- you just started as a barista and you happily welcome his morning routine
- he'll always come in with the intent to try something new
- however, he always convinces himself to buy the same thing
- 'well we have a new seasonal flavor-' [you]
- 'no, no, i think the usual will work today' [bokuto]
- until one day when he asked for a baked good and wanted to know if you could hang out during your break
- and it slowly became routine for the two of you
- you’d talk about everything under the sun
- about your schooling, his volleyball, your personal lives
- eventually he brings his friends to the shop to meet you
- and what cements his budding crush on you is just how well you get along with them all
- akaashi to atsumu, you’re able to communicate so well with them
- watching you be so kind to them just got his heart beating
- and he’s vocal about a lot but he was too nervous to say anything
- especially when he didn’t want to lose your friendship
- so he only said something when akaashi told him to
- telling him that he could ‘totally see’ the crush you have on him
gen. taglist (open): @eggyrocks @causenessus @applepi25 @softpia @bakery-anon
Meian is by no means a master chef, but he prides himself on being resourceful. So when he figures out that you're allergic to certain ingredients, there's never a moment where you don't have anything to eat.
He's not yet ready to admit it, but it's the way your eyes always find him, trusting that he'll have you covered. The way your eyes light up when you get your very own piece of cake or whatever snack he's prepared for today's team-building exercise.
He still remembers well how you shrunk in on yourself that one time you had nothing to eat. He's not going to let that happen again.
-
Sakusa has always been serious about hygiene. But there's a reason why he has switched all of his disinfectant gels for another brand, why his fabric softener now comes unscented.
It's the way you always step closer to him now when the team gathers, how you have no fear of resting your head on his shoulder during bus rides, or how you pull on his sleeve asking for a handkerchief instead of anyone else.
It's a small thing, really. But it's never too small for you.
Now he only needs to be brave enough to offer you his jacket the next time it gets cold.
But he'll manage, he's sure. Because it's you, after all.
-
Atsumu gets a lot of shit for being selfish and egocentric. He doesn't bother correcting them. It's not worth the effort, he thinks.
Let them think what they want to think, he tells you when you ask about it. Because you know the truth.
He might not always be home on time for dinner, but he has no problem triple-checking if that new skincare is really suitable for your skin or paying extra to make sure those new earrings he got for you won't make your skin react.
He wears in your new shoes - and he looks fabulous in heels - because he would never let you get blisters if he can help it and more than once have you tested your make-up on him before trying it out on yourself.
So if the world thinks he's selfish, he'll let the world think what it wants. As long as you're cared for, safe and sound, he can be as selfish as he wants.
-
Hinata often forgets that he's lactose intolerant. More than once you've had to find a nearby toilet and hunker down with a book while he suffered. But he never forgets that you can't eat gluten. And he won't let anyone forget either.
"What about cross-contamination?" Is a sentence he's said so often, Sakusa has threatened to tattoo it onto him.
He's more than willing to try the first bite of your meal - though you suspect it's not just out of concern for you, he's still very much a growing boy - to check if it's really gluten-free and even though he's got a lot to learn in the kitchen, his gluten-free soup is a delight.
And yes, he had to give up beer for you and that sucks sometimes, but he'd rather not have beer at all than to come home and not be able to kiss you. He has his priorities straight after all.
-
Bokuto has become a walking encyclopedia. At least that's what he seems to be trying to achieve. Today he's listed off all kinds of fruits that are suitable for an anti-inflammatory diet and he was only wrong once.
He's not trying to mansplain it to you, he swears. He's just showing you that he cares. That although memorizing stuff sometimes comes hard to him, he wants to make sure to never forget. After all, if switching one fruit out can help you manage your symptoms better, it's all worth it in the end, right?
And he's learning still. That sometimes, it's okay to eat what you've been craving for days, even though it might hurt you a little bit. That sometimes the pain will tie you to your bed even though you've been consistent with your diet all month. That sometimes all he has to do is lay down with you and kiss you, not because he can kiss it better, but because everything is a little easier when you get to kiss him.
characters: hinata shoyo, miya atsumu, bokuto koutarou, sakusa kiyoomi
content: gn! reader, the msby four, rich sakusa (i am a rich sakusa truther until the end), bokuto picks you up, sakusa is implied to be taller than you
notes: omg i lowkey want to do a fuller version of sakusa’s part
hinata shoyo ✶ love at first sight
slouched in a plastic airport seat, hinata’s leg bounces anxiously as he awaits his flight. rain beats down the side of the windows and he prays to whatever universal force there is that the flight leaves at the right time. he couldn’t fly with everyone else earlier since he celebrated his grandmother’s birthday with family but it put him on a late night flight that lined up with an incoming storm.
he scrolls mindlessly through his social media feed, double-tapping a photo of oikawa’s reunion with his high school team and tanaka’s anniversary post for kiyoko.
the speaker system crackles to life. “attention, passengers of flight 7644 to sapporo, due to inclement weather conditions, the flight has been delayed an estimated two hours. we apologize for the inconvenience and thank you for your patience.”
hinata curses under his breath, already on his way to pulling up the black jackals’s group chat to tell them. he pulls his cap off, running a hand through his hair with a long sigh. his phone begins to buzz with texts, no doubt from his coach telling him to keep them updated.
he rests his forearms on his knees, slumping forward and skimming through the messages. then, he feels a cautious tap on his shoulder and a soft voice asks, “excuse me, do you have a charger i could use?”
when he looks up, hinata thinks the greater powers that be answered a different prayer of his. because holy shit he has never seen anyone as beautiful as you. you’re in a comfy-looking pullover and sweatpants and hinata only realizes he’s just been staring silently for a few seconds when your expression turns apologetic. “i’m sorry to bother you, i’ll ask someone else!”
“no, no, i’m sorry,” he says, words tumbling out of his mouth. he scrambles to unzip his backpack, rummaging through until he triumphantly pulls out his charger. he hands it to you and you thank him. before you can leave, he blurts out, “i’m hinata.”
“oh!” you stick your hand out and tell him your name with a small smile and when you do, hinata knows that he’s gone.
miya atsumu ✶ brother’s best friend
osamu’s not sure how atsumu managed to weasel his way into his plans. it was a bit of a blur, atsumu practically crashing through the door of onigiri miya as osamu closed up shop to go get drinks with you, begging to be included. he supposes to reason was pity and atsumu’s pleading look as well as the fact that you work far away that had him agreeing to his brother tagging along.
it was in your last year of high school that osamu figured out his brother had a big, fat crush on you. honestly, it should have been more obvious, especially with the way atsumu flaunted himself and often paraded around the house shirtless when he knew you were coming over. it bothered him at first, thinking bitterly that ‘tsumu couldn’t let him just have one thing to himself? but over time, the annoyance faded as he saw atsumu prove that this wasn’t just a flight-of-fancy, and osamu has already made peace with the very real possibility that you could be his in-law someday. that is, is atsumu could even tell you in the first place.
it’s a little disturbing, osamu thinks, watching the way atsumu flirts with you and wondering if he too makes the same googly-eyes at someone he’s crushing on or if that’s the way he sounds. you giggle when atsumu tries to take a sip of your margarita, telling him, “order your own then, ‘tsumu!”
“nah, yours tastes way better.”
“can’t take this scrub anywhere,” osamu says, earning a laugh from you and a glare from his twin.
you pat atsumu’s shoulder and osamu can’t believe you don’t feel how atsumu melts into your touch. “i’m actually glad both of you are here,” you say, “because i wanted to tell you guys that i’m moving back to tokyo! my boss promoted me so i’m back at main headquarters! isn’t that great?”
“that’s awesome,” osamu says, speaking for both himself and atsumu, who looks like he just won the lottery.
bokuto koutarou ✶ opposites attract
whenever akaashi introduces you and bokuto as a couple to new people, he always gets pulled over to the side and asked in a whisper, “how did those two get together? he’s so… and they’re less…”
akaashi can’t say that he wasn’t surprised when you and bokuto started dating back in high school, given that they two of you were on very different trajectories. obviously, bokuto was the captain of fukurodani’s volleyball team while you were student council president and vice-president of chess club. bokuto’s grade sat at the lower end of the spectrum while you were always within the top five students in your class. bokuto liked loud, screaming parties while you preferred a quiet night with a few friends.
so when bokuto grabbed him by the shoulders one day and shook him, saying that he needed to tell you how he felt, akaashi was taken off-guarded. he didn’t even know you knew each other beyond having a mutual friend, him.
maybe back then, akaashi would have agreed with the person asking him but now, he just tells them to observe the two of you. because when akaashi does, everything falls into place. like right now, as he and bokuto sit in the stands, watching your final chess match. if you win, you’ll hold onto your spot as a national champion and go on to compete internationally.
out of the corner of his eyes, akaashi watches as bokuto sits at the very edge of his seat, chewing on his bottom lip. it’s clearly killing him not to cheer and it’s a testament to both his devotion to you. your hand hovers above the bishop before you switch quickly to the queen and move the piece with confidence, setting it down and announcing, “checkmate.”
the crowds erupts into the cheers and you’ve only barely finished shaking your opponent’s hand when bokuto flies out of his seat and barrels towards you. he sweeps you off your feet, spinning you once and setting you down before planting a big kiss on your cheek. you’re beaming as you’re handing your trophy, and bokuto steps back to let you soak up your spotlight. akaashi can’t help but notice that bokuto is beaming too and clapping the loudest.
as the crowd starts to disperse, akaashi and bokuto join you again, ready to take you to your planned dinner. before you leave, bokuto says, “i was going to do this later but i can’t hold it in anymore, babe.” and he gets down on one knee with a ring box akaashi is all-too familiar with.
sakusa kiyoomi ✶ reunited childhood sweethearts
“try not to look so dour, sweetheart,” sakusa’s mother tells him as she fixes his tie. sakusa wants to grumble some choice words but he knows better than to complain to her. besides, he’s only partially paying attention, eyes darting about the crowd and back towards the venue’s entrance.
he settles on adjusting his mask with a barely audible sigh and mumbles a quiet thanks as she flits to fuss over his older siblings. he glances again, disappointed as a different group of people waltzes in. he knows his older sister wouldn’t be so cruel as to lie to him that your family will be in attendance but the anxiety is making his antsy.
the two of you were inseparable as children with you being one of his only friends growing up. you spent you days squirreled away in some nook reading or outside playing volleyball. your mothers always cooed that you two would get together one day, and as he got older and learned what that really meant, sakusa found himself hoping too. but then your parents took you and your siblings abroad, leaving him alone and heartbroken. he cut you off, hoping the distances and time would make your departure hurt less, but it didn’t.
sakusa doesn’t recognize the voice that calls his name but his head snaps towards the doorway. you’re standing in between your older sister and younger brother, waving at him. his heart skips a beat. your social media postings don’t do you enough justice; you’re even more attractive that the pixels he’s spent hours staring at.
you still have that ever-present smile on your face and you quickly break-off from your family to bound over to him. without even thinking, his arms close around you as you embrace him tightly. you feel so familiar and he doesn’t want to let you go as you part. evidently, you don’t either as you keep him close still, only leaning away to look at him. “you’re so tall,” you laugh, more shyly you add, “and very handsome.”
A/N: On my to collect all the Haikyuu characters. - Domestic, a lil bit of angst and a lot of fluff. established relationship. - Tagging @emmyrosee because she loves Meian
“URRRGH!” The sound comes from deep within your chest. If a sound can perfectly encapsulate a feeling, it’s this. It feels freeing to let it out, so you do it again, feel it vibrate in your throat.
The door creaks open. Shūgo peeks his head through.
“Are you okay, baby?” He asks and you shake your head. At that, he pushes the door open and steps inside your office. The loose sweats and his favorite graphic Tee make him look comfy and at ease, a stark difference to your office attire. It’s a Sunday, but an important work meeting has had you holed up in your office instead of your husband’s arms.
“Do you wanna take a break?” He asks, settling on the corner of your desk. It looks a little ridiculous, how he’s perched there, only one asscheek fitting onto the tiny corner. You’re pretty sure he’s doing it to make you smile, a reminder of when you put the office together and he kept climbing onto your desk in ridiculous outfits, trying to get your attention.
“Absolutely, but I still need to fix this mess. The supplier isn’t answering any calls, IT has no clue where the bug is located and I have no clue what I can do, just that I have to fix this, and-”
“Baby,” Shūgo interrupts you gently, his large hands cupping your face. “You need a break. Come, have a cup of coffee with me. We can strategize together.”
“What I need…” you huff, frustration still simmering in your veins, “... is a different job. Something easy, where I don’t need my brain. Something like your job.”
Hurt flashes over his face. You regret your words even before they leave your mouth, but they still slip out.
It used to be a funny joke at the beginning of your relationship, but after a particularly awful loss, Shūgo had confided in you that he no longer found it funny. It’s not an easy job to be a pro athlete, even less when you’re the Captain and everyone sees you as the one responsible for losing a game.
You’d understood it then, but somehow, after years of not even thinking about it, the words still have a mind of their own.
“I’m sorry,” you rush to say just as he opens his mouth. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“How did you mean it?” Shūgo asks. The tone of his voice tells you exactly how hurt he really is. But he’s still the man you married, the man you fell in love with, who never fails to hear you out.
You sigh and close your Laptop with a click. You need to focus on your husband for this.
“When you tell me about the Shenanigans you get in at work it feels like you’ve got a whole crew having your back. It seems like there’s nothing you can do that would make them lose faith in you while my team just waits for me to make a mistake.”
His right hand reaches out and you lean into it, letting the warmth seep into your skin. His eyes are open and vulnerable.
“You make it look so easy, Shūgo.”
“It’s not.”
“I know.” You get out of your chair and step a little closer, in between his legs until your face is pressed against his broad chest. He wraps his arms around you like it’s second nature. Maybe it is. “I wouldn’t survive a day in your job. And I don’t just mean the physical aspect of it. Bokuto’s the only one who listens to me.”
“Ah, I think you could convince Sakusa too. Miya, on the other hand, would be too much of a drama queen for you.”
“I agree.” You nod into his chest. “Can you forgive me for my stupid comment?”
“I can,” he presses a kiss to your temple. “If you promise not to do it again.”
“I’ll do my very best,” you reach out your hand and lift your pinky. “Pinky promise. It slipped out on accident, but I want to do better.”
His pinky links with yours. His other arm slips under your ass.
Before you know it, you’re airborne.
“What are you doing?” You ask, unable to keep from giggling when he moves the two of you toward the doorway.
“Getting you a break. We’re going to discuss that problem at work. I’m sure there’s a solution we can try.”
You don’t argue against it. Instead, you cuddle into his warmth and tell him what you should have said a little earlier.
“I love you.”
-
This barbecue is nothing to be messed with.
You’re wearing one of Shūgo’s old shirts, one that even he won’t miss. Your fingertips are covered in a sticky, yet delicious sauce and your mouth is filled with tender meat. Shūgo’s grinning from one ear to the other, not even bothering to hide the fact that he’s taking pictures of you looking like a chipmunk.
You swallow and point the gnawed-off bone at him. “I can’t eat all of this alone! Also, what’s the point in me treating you to Barbecue if all you do is take pictures?”
“I can’t help it,” he defends himself, “You’re too cute!”
You lean in for a kiss and he meets you halfway. When you pull away, his mouth is covered in the same delicious sauce and it reminds you of the early days of your relationship when you used to wear bright red lipstick. Now that you’re thinking about it, that did look amazing on you. Maybe you should buy yourself a few.
“Babe?” Shūgo’s voice interrupts your silent shopping, “Your phone is ringing.”
Out of instinct, you move to wipe your hands. The caller ID tells you that it's a work call. For a second, you’re tempted to take it. After all, you should probably hear if your solution worked out.
But then, you put it down and return to your plate of ribs.
“Are you not going to take it?”
“No,” you shake your head and take a bite, “It’s Sunday night and I told everyone I wasn’t going to be available.”
You don’t miss the proud smile on his face. His knee knocks into yours and you smile.
“But let’s go back,” you urge when your heart feels like it can’t handle any more mush, “You were telling me about Bokuto’s new attack when you started playing Paparazzi. What was that about?”
“Oh, well, you know how he likes to do cross spikes? He figured out…”
synopsis: your days as japan's top vtuber are over after a spicy scandal. with your contract terminated (and lease expiring), you decide to leave the past behind and relocate to osaka. located in the quiet suburbs of tokio hill, you move into a share house owned by your uncle, under the impression that your fellow tenants are unassuming and withdrawn like you. unbeknownst to you, four famous athletes are living under one roof. and with you in the picture, this makes five.
multi-chapter series ft. msby bj and other hq!! characters (social media + writing)
slice of life, shoujo-genre ish, the boys always get into questionable situations
warnings: hickies, semi-public sex, bokuto calls you ‘sweetheart’, bokuto picks you up and puts you on the counter (he’s big and strong and finds it easy no matter what size you are), oral sex (fem receiving), semi-clothed sex
find the rest of my kinktober masterlist here!
You walk into the MSBY practice gym, scarf huddled close to your neck even though the bite of autumn air hasn’t quite set in yet. The team would notice sooner or later, but this’ll buy you a little time. Bruises litter the soft skin of your neck, badly covered by your rush job concealer from when you noticed them on your way out the door. You’re lost in your own world, fretting about something that really shouldn’t be a big deal. We’re not teenagers anymore, no one will care, you try to convince yourself when a voice pierces through your bubble.
“Ooooo y/n’s got a boyfriend!” Atsumu Miya announces in a sing-songy voice.
“‘Tsumu!” you yelp. The blond man tugs at your scarf and it falls to the gym floor.
“Hey, she might not be ready to talk about him yet! It must be a new thing. You haven’t spoken about him before, have you?” Shoyo Hinata chimes in.
“No, no. It’s, uh, it’s nothing,” you say resolutely. Your eyes flicker across the court, assessing the reaction of one player in particular, but you can’t read him. Bokuto looks as jovial as ever.
“Gentlemen, back to practice. You can gawk at the staff later,” shouts the coach. The players jog in unison back to their positions.
As practice plays on, you find yourself scanning Bokuto’s form. For statistics, sure, but it doesn’t hurt to be a little self indulgent, does it? The way his bicep flexes as he winds up to spike the ball, to the surge that runs through his thigh muscles as he lands from his jump, to the way he catches your eye and smirks ever so discreetly at you to let you know he knows you’re looking at him, that he knows you’re thinking about him. It sends a rush of blood to your cheeks and you squirm in your seat.
“Ugh, I know, the benches are so uncomfortable,” says another MSBY team staffer.
“Y-yeah, yeah, they are,” you mumble. Time passes in a snap with your distraction, and before you know it, the team and staff are walking out together and saying their goodbyes.
“Hey, y/n! Over here!” Bokuto’s voice rings from over by the change rooms. Without a thought, you follow his sound.
“What’s the matter?”
“Why’d you cover them up?” he pouts.
“What, the hickies? Because I’m a grown woman, Ko, it looks unprofessional to have them out in the open,” you sigh, your attempted confidence in them deflating.
“But I worked so hard to put them there!”
“Sorry, Ko,” you rest your hand on his shoulder. He brings your hand to his lips and kisses it gently.
“What if I put them somewhere else, then? Somewhere ‘Tsumu and Hinata won’t ever see?”
“Where do you mean?”
“Come with me, y/n”, he says quietly. Within moments you’re in the MSBY locker room and Bokuto has you sitting on the counter by the sink. “Lean back on your arms for me, sweetheart,” he coos, and you obediently follow his directions. He slides his fingers under the waistband of your leggings and shimmies them down, over the curve of your ass and your hips, down your thighs, past your knees, until they’re on the floor beside him.
Bokuto lines a trail of kisses from your knee to the flesh of your inner thigh. He lets out a soft moan. “I like it when you watch me in practice,” he murmurs. “Look at me now, too,” he insists. It’s not like you couldn’t comply. All he has to do is ask you in that honey-sweet voice of his and you’re putty in his hands. You stifle a whimper as his teeth sink into your skin. Not hard enough to break it or draw blood, but enough for you to feel it. He sucks the flesh caught between his teeth, roving his tongue over it back and forth until he hears your groan, to which he hums in delight. He makes his way back and forth between your thighs until seven or eight bruises pepper your inner thighs to match your neck.
“O-okay, Ko, you’ve proven your point,” you whine, guiding him up to your level by his hair. You capture his lips in a deep kiss, letting him feel everything you’ve pent up since your last night together. “Let me put my pants back on before we get caught.”
“‘M not done with you yet,” Bokuto says resolutely. And you know that once he’s made up his mind, he’s not easily swayed. His fingers trace nonsensical patterns across the marks he’s just made until they come to rest on your apex, still covered by the thin lace of your panties.
He gives you a quick peck, devilish grin barely forming in time to be hidden by your cunt. Once again, he kisses you, this time an open mouthed kiss to your covered pussy. Lazy tongue circles have you realizing just how turned on he has you. You squirm, desperate for more friction but finding little as you slip and slide against yourself. Bokuto chuckles against your body, biting down just enough for you to feel the pressure against your clit.
“P-please, lemme feel you, Ko,” you whine. “‘S not enough!”
Wordlessly, he obliges. You shudder as he licks and sucks your bud in earnest now, your panties hooked around his finger and pulled to the side. With his other hand, he slowly teases your opening with one finger, inserting it with an excruciatingly leisurely pace. You can’t help yourself from thrusting yourself forward, unable to form the words to beg him for what you want. He understands, though, and slides a second finger in, curling them and a steady pace. His gaze flicks up to you and he smiles, tongue never stopping, as he sees the sheen of sweat glaze your forehead and your cheeks flushed dark. He thinks this is the most beautiful he’s ever seen you, but he’ll have to remember to tell you that later instead. Your eyes roll back and your features scrunch together, he knows that look well. He knows you’re close. He can’t stop now.
“P-please Ko, don’t, don’t stop, keep going, please please please,” you whimper for him like it’s a prayer. “K-Ko, ‘m so close, so close,” your voice trails off. He knows, he can feel you clenching around his fingers.
You feel the taut string of desire tensed in your core snap and you cry out for him again and again. He places a soft kiss between your legs before gently guiding your panties back in place. You’ve barely registered that your legs are shaking when he stands up and holds you close to him, but you can feel his cock straining in his shorts being pressed up against you.
“Why don’t you take a little while to rest? I’ll take you home and take care of you properly,” he promises.
You nod, in a dreamy daze. Bokuto helps you back into your clothing. Before leaving the gym building, he gives you one last kiss on the forehead, for good luck. For him, for you, he’s not sure, but he wants it just in case. You smile at him as you take him by the hand and lead him outside.
