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"I am melting out here." I drag my complaint out to the blonde next to me. Her turquoise eyes turn to me with amusement. Sweat beats down her temple as she smiles. "Yeah, it's hotter than Hades ballsack."
Even though I'm in shorts that barely cover my behind and a spaghetti strap crop top that shows the entirety of my stomach, sweat still covers every inch of my skin. I haven't even been dancing that much tonight but it feels like I've been moving nonstop. Florida heat ain't no joke and the loud tunes from the speakers only make the hot air feel more excruciating.
Sabrina is clad in much similar clothing as me but her ivory skin is flushed with red as wet droplets race down her neck. "I don't know how Monica is still dancing." She chortles. "She's like a feral animal."
I smirk. "Yeah, I think she stole all the energy when we were in the womb together." Even though I joke, I know I can be as energetic as her when the time comes. The only reason why I'm off to the side is because I'm not nearly as intoxicated or have a boyfriend to grind on like she does.
"Well, Akaashi seems to be enjoying her." Sabrina mutters.
I look at the crowd that's forming around my twin sister. Her caramel skin is drenched in sweat but a smile is plastered along her plump lips. The tight black coils we share bounce as her body moves to the beat of the song that's playing. They bounce so freely it's like they have a mind of their own.
Her eyes are shut momentarily but when they flutter open, her autumn eyes are revealed. They're slightly red from the alcohol and weed she's been consuming but they still gleam with excitement. Her barely covered bottom is pressed against her boyfriend's crotch as his arms are wrapped around her waist. They grind and twerk together without a single care for the crowd that is hyping them up.
Even though we are identical twins, I've always thought Monica was more beautiful. Maybe it's the way she's unconditionally herself, or maybe it's because she has a refined sense of humor—maybe it's simply because I lack the confidence, regardless she's always been more beautiful. Mama always tells us we're equally beautiful, but I think that's a lie. It's evident in the way I'm off in the corner sulking.
"You should join her." Sabrina nudges me. My round eyes scowl at her. "Has the heat gotten to you that bad? There's no way I'm joining."
Sabrina's straight lips curl into a grin. I roll my eyes at her amusement, she loves to see me embarrassed. "Come on, you're just as sexy as Monica. I don't know why you act like you aren't."
"Because I'm not," I mumble under my breath. "It's too hot for that," I say louder. "And I'd rather not melt my face off." I joke to stray away from my insecurities.
I don't know how I have the same body as Monica but can't flaunt it like she does. We both have big breasts that we struggle to fit into bras, wide hips that plenty of girls crave, and voluptuous butts that every guy in Florida dreams of holding. Monica shows hers off by wearing tight shirts and pants while I shun my away under baggy pants and oversized shirts and hoodies. Tonight is one of the few nights I let my body show, but that's only because I didn't want to die from heatstroke.
"Veronica, don't use the heat as an excuse." I look up at Sabrina when I hear her sharp tone. "It could be the perfect temperature and you'd still be off to the side instead of broadcasting the hot body you own." She switches to a sulking tone. "I'm jealous you know. I'm skinnier than a lamppost."
I bite back my giggle. Between Monica and me, Sabrina does look like a lamppost.
"But I want you to stop being so insecure." She resumes her older sister tone. "You're truly beautiful and I want you to start acting like that."
When I met her glaring eyes, I look at my sandals in the sand. Sabrina isn't the type to be disappointed often, so when I see disappointment reflecting in her eyes I can't help but look away.
"Bri...." I stutter. "Don't worry about it. I'll gain my confidence eventually." I mutter as I look back at Monica who has her hands on her knees as her butt bounces on Akaashi's groin. My lips form an "ou" but no sound comes out. My body stiffens when I see a familiar standing in my peripheral.
I didn't think I could get any hotter but I do. My crush since 8th grade is shirtless with black cargo shorts hugging his waist. All the moisture in my throat evaporates into the beating air. I'm not even directly looking at him, but I can see his sculpted abs glistening from the rays of the moon and sweat. His biceps and triceps contract when he lifts his red Styrofoam cup to his lips. I watch as his Adam's apple bobs as he downs whatever is in his cup, probably beer.
I shutter when the substance leaves wetness on his pink lips. Those pink lips plague my brain on a daily. I think about how soft they'd be to touch. I think about how they'd feel on my skin if he were to leave a trail of wet kisses. I wonder how they'd feel on my lips and how his tongue would roam every inch of my gaping mouth. Lastly, I think about how they'd feel sucking on the muscle between my legs.
The thought has me gripping onto Sabrina's arm.
"Girl—what are you—" She stops when she sees my panicked expression. Sabrina has been around Monica and I long enough to know when a crush is nearby. She skims the area before her ocean eyes land on the brute boy minding his business. When did he even get there? I could have sworn I saw him and his friends on the other side of the beach. He's alone which is odd. Koutaro Bokuto is known to have an entourage attached to him at all times.
A mischievous grin forms on Sabrina's face. I can already predict what she's thinking. "Sabrina. Don't even think—-"
"Hey, Bokuto!"
Sabrina frantically waves her arms catching the male's attention. I shoot a look of pure poison at Sabrina. Murder isn't even the proper action to describe what I want to do to her.
My knees wobble when he half turns in our direction. His golden hues seem much brighter as the moonlight cascades onto his flawless face. I'm breathless by the way his sweat glistens in the light. He pinches his gray browns at us and it's so sexy that it should be illegal. Once he deceivers who we are he saunters over.
My nerves race inside my body as I watch his every step closely. Despite my fighting, I'm trapped in a trace as I watch him move. His muscles move effortlessly with his body and I find my heartbeat erratic as his bold eyes bounce between Sabrina and I.
"Hey, you two" I flinch at his deep voice invading my personal space. I don't know if it's because of the atmosphere of the night but his voice seems to cut deeper into me than usual. "Are you two enjoying yourselves?"
When he's looking at Sabrina, I take a moment to look up at him. His silky salt-and-pepper hair is starting to fall across his forehead. It's an unfamiliar sight to behold. Normally his hair is lathered in gel as it sticks up at the top of his head. I guess he's been sweating too much that it's starting to come down. The front strands of his hair hang low, barely covering his eyes making him look more desirable.
I feel like throwing up.
"Yeah," I choke out. "But I kind of want to leave."
The late summer air is starting to feel overwhelming. It only adds to my frustration. I'm frustrated that I'm the uglier twin. With Bokuto standing so close, it only makes that more apparent to me. He's out of my league and I have no chance of being with him.
"What?" Sabrina glances at her phone. "It's barely 10:30. You want to go home already?"
When Bokuto's light hues land on me, I jerk my head to the side. "I didn't say I want to go home," I clarify while shaking my head. "I just want to leave."
I don't want to go home. All I'll do is sulk in my sheets and cry myself to sleep. But I don't have any other place to go. I could go to Sabrina's but I don't want to deal with her younger brother who thinks he has a chance with me.
I can't even go home even if I wanted to. Monica drove us here and I know Akaashi will drive her back to his place. I don't mind spending the night at his place, but I'd rather not hear Monica's moans through the wall.
"I want to leave too." Bokuto's distinct voice cuts through my thoughts. I hold my breath to look at him momentarily. There isn't a hint of sarcasm in his eyes which surprises me.
Bokuto is the life of the party wherever he goes. He could go to a party not knowing anyone and leave with the hearts of everyone. His boisterous personality draws people in and his charisma keeps them from leaving. He's the definition of an extrovert, having no problem displaying himself in front of a group. He's reckless and his friends are the ones that have to drag him away from a party. Him wanting to leave on his own is truly unheard of.
I want to ask him why but his blazing eyes have my lips sealed. Not only that, but he seems agitated. The usual spark in his eyes is replaced with restlessness. Like there's an ongoing war happening in his mind and he's desperately trying to escape. The lines next to and underneath his eyes tell me that he's exhausted which is a contrast to how I saw him twenty minutes ago drinking with his best friends.
Even though there's barely any light, I can see the raging storm in his eyes.
"You don't live far from here, right?" Sabrina interjects with a smirk. I swear I'm going to have her head sometime this week.
Bokuto nods causing a few more strands of hair to fall. He stuffs a hand in his pocket and releases a heavy sigh. The more and more his hair deflates, more anxious he becomes.
"Yeah," He responds flatly. "I do."
My organs halt when his eyes flicker to me. "Do you want to come to my house? I can take you home whenever you want." He offers.
My mouth literally drops. Sabrina stifles her laugh and plays it off as a cough. I'm frozen by his words and I swear my heart has stopped. I've been to his house once a year ago but that doesn't even count. I stayed in the car while Akaashi retrieved whatever he left at Bokuto's house, I think it was a charger--anyways, the thought of being alone with him sends my breath into overdrive.
I almost decline but some unknown force pulls out an 'okay' against my will.
Nodding at my approval, Bokuto gestures his head toward the crowd. "Come on, let's grab my shirt and go." He turns and I mindlessly follow after him. I look back at Sabrina who is grinning and waggling her eyebrows at me.
'You got this girl.' She mouths earning an eye roll from me.
I continue to follow behind Bokuto until we are at the edge of the crowd. His back is refined and I almost reach my hand out to glide my fingers across his smooth skin. It's obvious that he keeps his shape intact by the way his muscles protrude from underneath his skin. I guess it's the body that comes with being one of the top volleyball players in the country.
I stop moving when we reach the start of the crowd. Sweaty, drunk, and horny teenagers are jumping and screaming creating a mosh pit on the beach. I loathe navigating through crowds, especially crowds like these. I normally latch onto Sabrina or Monica as they take the lead but it would be awkward for me to do that with Bokuto.
Sensing my hesitation, Bokuto glances in my direction. I curl my toes at the intensity embedded in his stare. He faces the crowd again and I look down at his fingers. They're motioning for me to come closer and order me to place my hand in his. I don't know how I went from sulking about how I'll never be with him to placing my fingertips into his palm.
Every electron in my body ignites when our skins collide with each other. His warmth sends chills down my arms and suddenly the scorching air feels frozen. He grips my hand and tugs me close. I can smell the cedar from his cologne mixed with the beer from his cup. It's an intoxicating smell making me feel drunk even though I had a sip of Sabrina's beer earlier.
"Don't let go." Bokuto orders and I sheepishly pipe out an 'okay'.
We plunge into the flock of teens and he guides our every step. We push against people but I don't feel their sweat on my body at all. All I can feel is the tiny connection Bokuto and I share with our fingers. Even though people are screeching into my ear, I can only hear the rapid beat of my heart. Kids surround me, but they all fade to black as I focus on the handsome boy in front of me.
I never really looked at him from behind; especially not this close, but it's starting to become my favorite thing.
After fighting against the crowd, we finally emerge on the other side. I take a breath of fresh air realizing how difficult it was to breathe in the cluster of people. I begin to slip my hand from his but he grips me back in. I look at the back of his hand with surprise coating my eyes.
He wants to hold my hand?
He continues to lead until we walk up to his group of friends. They're all sitting in the sand; some hold blunts in their hands, some hold drinks. I recognize all of them as I've shared classes with them over the years. I've always felt intimidated by Bokuto's friend group even though Monica is a part of it. She is dating Bokuto's best friend.
"Kuroo."
The long ravennette opens one eye at his name being called. He's laying in the sand with his girlfriend resting on top of his broad chest. Gabby and Kuroo have been a couple for as long as I can remember. They've been labeled as 'Bonnie & Clyde' as their dates oftentimes contain them indulging in illegal activities. They both just got off probation recently.
"What?" He responds irritated from being woken.
"Where is my shirt?" Bokuto replies back with the same irritable tone.
Kuroo opens his other eye and shifts the attention to the male to the left of him. "Sugawara is using it as a pillow." He tells him before shutting his eyes and drifting back into his slumber.
Bokuto moves toward Sugawara whose also sleeping like Kuroo. His girlfriend, Maya sits next to his head as she plays with his dark hair. Her glossy eyes seem to be disconnected. She's drunk I conclude when I see bottles next to her. Maya is known to be a feen for alcohol while her boyfriend can't seem to abide by the law. I remember being shocked when his natural gray hair was dyed black after spending a year in juvie. I was even more shocked when I heard Maya stayed with him the whole time.
Bokuto nudges Sugawara's foot to wake him. "Give me my shirt." He demands dryly.
Sugawara's dark hazel eyes flutter open. "Why? It's a nice pillow." His groggy voice says.
"You leaving?"
A boy's voice presses from the left of Sugawara. Iwaizumi, a light-skinned boy with brown spikey hair and piercings has his eyebrow raised at Bokuto. Dixie, his girlfriend, sits in his lap and mimics Iwaizumi’s expression at me with bloodshot red eyes. I don't know too much about these two. That's mainly because they never appear at school but are present at every party that's thrown. I only ever hear about them through Monica.
Bokuto nods. "I am."
"What!?" A wild female voice hollers from the left of Kuroo. A light-skinned girl with a flushed face and arms wrapped around a skinny blonde boy glares at Bokuto. "You're so boring!! The partttyyyy is just getting starttttedddd."
Michelle and Tsukishima are the only freshmen in the entirety of Anglewood Highschool that have the privilege of hanging with seniors. Especially with seniors as notorious as this bunch. Tsukishima's parents give him a lot of money so he's the one who funds when the group wants to do something. And Michelle...well...she's a drug addict...at the age of 14.
This group is truly dysfunctional and I scolded Monica for becoming a part of it. But I trust her to make smart decisions and threatened Akaashi that if something were to happen to her, he can kiss his balls goodbye.
Michelle responds by raising both her middle fingers at him I don't even register it though. I'm too busy focusing on the pool that dripped between my legs at the tone of Bokuto's voice. I know it's wrong to admit but he's so hot when he's mad. His hair is completely down now and I wonder why he doesn't wear it down more often.
"What's up with you?" Kuroo questions. "No need to get snappy."
"Buzz off," Bokuto mutters to his best friend.
"Whyyyy arreee yoouuu wittth Kaashi's girllll?" Maya slurs her words as her eyes gaze upon me. "He gonn beat you up for thattt." She laughs over her words.
"Dummy," Gabby rises her head and laughs with Maya. "That's Moni's twin, Veronica."
"Oh."
Maya and Gabby topple over with laughter at Maya's mistake. Tears roll down their cheeks as they find mistaking me for Monica the most hilarious thing on the planet. It stings my pride but it wouldn't be the first. I hide my embarrassment by shying behind Bokuto. I don't know why but their laughter makes a lump form in my throat.
Bokuto glances behind and scowls when he sees my shy eyes looking at the sand. He looks back at his friends and glares at the two girls. He lets go of my hand and I almost cry at the empty feeling that washes over me.
He angrily shuffles his feet in the sand as he walks between Sugawara and Kuroo. He bends down and harshly swipes his black t-shirt from Sugawara's head. I hear him grumble a swear word as he does.
"Hey!" Sugawara shouts as he sits up. "What's your problem?" Sugawara rises to his feet and stands in front of Bokuto. "Mad that you couldn't bang Monica so you have to go for her lame twin instead!?"
Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry, you'll only prove his point. I swallow the enormous lump in my throat and clench my fists. I know everyone saw me as the lame twin but hearing it cuts to my core. The little confidence I gained when Bokuto's hand was attached to mine disappears into thin air.
I'm not sad for long before Bokuto's fist is flying through the air. It's centimeters away from connecting to Sugawara's jaw before it's yanked away. Kuroo is swift with his movements as he pulls Bokuto away from Sugawara.
"What the f—" Kuroo curses as Bokuto struggles against his hold. "What is wrong with you, Bokuto!?"
Bokuto breaks from Kuroo's grasp. Maybe if Kuroo wasn't inebriated and high, that wouldn't have happened. Instead of throwing another punch at the juvenile, he turns on his heels and heads for me. My muscles tense when I feel the raging heat surrounding his body. I want to touch him to calm him down but I'm scared I'll get burned.
"Let's go." His tight order has me jumping in my skin. He grabs my wrist and I brace myself for the roughness but it never comes. He's pissed but he handles me with care. He doesn't yank me along, instead, he patiently waits for me to move.
It's so minuscule but it summons butterflies in my stomach. The fact that he was going to fight his close friend for my sake has me blushing on the inside and out.
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The walk to Bokuto's house is only 10 minutes but it felt like an eternity. He didn't utter a single word to me. He just kept the lead while his hand stayed intertwined with mine. I wanted to ask what he's so irritated about but my voice is locked away in my throat. I wanted to ask why he defended me. We've only talked a few of times before but that isn't enough reason to throw punches at a close friend for my sake.
Bokuto lives in a lovely beach house on the coast of Panama City Beach. It's in a relatively wealthy area. It's clear his family has money and I wonder why he attends such a trashy school like Anglewood.
The house has the beach as its front yard and from the way it's so quiet, I think his family owns this section of the beach. I'm jealous. I love feeling the grainy sand between my toes as the waves crash against each other. Monica is terrified of the ocean but I love it.
We step inside and he immediately turns on the lights. I gaze upon the various modern decorations and furniture that take up space, making the house feel full. The white and blue theme is scattered across the house reflecting in the couch cushions, the rug, and the ornaments on the walls. When I walk deeper into the house, I see family photos hung on the white-painted walls.
Bokuto has two older sisters but I've never seen what they look like until now. There's a portrait of the three smiling into the camera. I'm assuming the oldest, stands in the middle with Bokuto to her right and the other sister to her left. The eldest has hair white as snow in contrast to the middle sister whose hair is black as night. Bokuto's hair is a perfect mixture of theirs. They all share the same angular eyes with royal hues.
Next to that photo is their parents. The oldest sister shares their mom's pale hair color. It's so white that it looks bleached and transparent. She has a skinny build but she stands tall. Her sharp slanted eyes look foreign to me as they weren't inherited by her kids. Her strong jawline is being held high and her lips are pursed into a straight line. She didn't bother smiling for the photo at all. She outshines her husband who stands next to her with a somber expression. His hair is midnight black and his angular eyes are a direct copy of his children.
Everything about this couple screams money. They were born into it and would fight to the death to keep it. I glance around the house once more before looking back at the parent's photo. Even though their house is open and welcoming, nothing about them feels that way.
I look in front of me at Bokuto whose standing at the entrance of the living room. Bokuto is full of energy and excitement, but his parents are seem so...boring.
"I'm going to wash my hair," he says blankly. "My bedroom is upstairs; it's the last room to the left. You can play whatever you want on the TV. If you're hungry, you can eat what you want from the kitchen." He tells me before disappearing down a hallway.
I question why he immediately directed me to his bedroom instead of offering me the living room. Then I remember how uptight his parents looked. If they were to come home and smell weed and alcohol on their furniture, they'd lose it.
Not feeling for any food, I follow Bokuto's directions to his bedroom. I inhale deeply before I push it open. My nerves come alive as I step into my crushes room for the first and probably the last time. I flick on the light switch and gasp when I breathe in the air.
It smells just like him in here. It's like he's morphed into the air and is all around me. The perfect mixture of cedar and cinnamon lingers in the atmosphere almost bringing me to my knees. His walls are painted orange—which I find ugly, but it's hard to see underneath the wall decorations.
Volleyball trophies and medals hang on his wall. Volleyball truly is his passion, the evidence is in how he displays his achievements and has famous volleyball player posters on his walls. A dark wood dresser is in front of his bed and on top of it is a large flat-screen TV. His room is a little messy with clothes and random stuff sprawled on the floor but I don't hold it against him. He's a teenage boy after all.
When I look upon his bed, a fluttering feeling captures my body. It's a dark wood king-sized bed with dark blue sheets draping from it. The duvet is pulled down and it doesn't look like it's touched often. I smile to myself. He's like me and sleeps without it. Monica says I'm weird for it but I feel suffocated under them. I only sleep with a soft thin blanket and it seems like Bokuto does the same.
I want to fall onto his bed and wrap myself in his sheets. I want to hold what he holds every night close to my body. My imagination spirals; I wonder what he would do if he saw me touching myself on his bed. I know that's terrible to think but the thought of him seeing me that way gets me going.
I won't do it though, I'm too scared.
I walk to his bed and press myself against the sheets. His mattress is soft like a bag of feathers. It's the type of mattress that you sink into as it wraps itself around you and soothes your tense muscles. I wonder how many girls he's brought into this bed. How many girls he's screwed and then ghosted the next day. I've heard of his dating habits and how it's nonexistent.
Bokuto is a playboy. That's why I've stayed away from him. I'd be utterly heartbroken if he were to leave me high and dry.
I'd have no one to blame but myself. I don't have outstanding qualities like Monica that would make him want to stick around. Once again, I compare myself to my sister. The words Sugawara said earlier latch onto my heart and twist it. I really am pathetic and lame but I don't appreciate it being shouted for the whole world to hear.
I take a deep breath in but it's shaky and tears brim around my eyes. I sit in the middle of Bokuto's bed and let my tears fall. I should've just gone home. I didn't want to sulk but here I am doing it anyways.
"I hope you aren't crying because of what Sugawara said."
I jump at Bokuto's gravelly voice cutting through my tears. I quickly wipe my tears away and stutter. "I-I wasn't."
He's changed into black sweatpants that squeeze his waist so seductively that it turns me on even as I cry. He's in a basic gray t-shirt but with his yin-and-yang hair sticking to his forehead, he looks ethereal.
I don't know what force pulled that approval out of me earlier but I'm regretting it. This is so embarrassing. My crush of 3 years just walked in on me crying like a baby on his bed.
He saunters over before he leans, evading my personal space. "Don't lie to me." He whispers into my ear. "I don't like liars."
My breath hitches when his breath touches my skin. I can't tell if he's concerned for me or trying to seduce me. Either way, I like it and I break by telling him the truth.
"Okay," I admit. "I was." I let out an exhausted sigh. "I mean how could I not? The truth hurts."
"Lies hurt too." He leans away and climbs onto his bed. I scooch to give him his space but the grabbing of my thigh stops me. "It's up to you to differentiate between the two. Just because it hurts doesn't mean it's true."
I pause, reflecting on his words. It's going to take more than a piece of advice to build my broken confidence but it's a start.
"Do you think I am?"
"Think you're what?"
"The uglier and lame twin." I blurt.
His eyes connect with me. His rosy lips part and his smokey brows rise. I watch him as his broad shoulders rise and fall when he takes in deep breaths. He blinks at me before his hand is running up my exposed thigh. I breathe air into the back of my throat at the sensation his fingers bring. My blood races when his digits reach the bottom of my denim shorts.
"Not at all." He murmurs breathlessly after what felt like hours. "I never have."
Mama says don't take validation from no man but I can't help it. Bokuto's truths have me believing I can be a vogue model.
He inches closer. I can feel his breath on my lips. The smell of beer infiltrates my nostrils but I don't care. I'll drown in the smell if it means he's close to me.
"Why do you degrade yourself?" He asks quietly. "And why do you stray away from your feelings?"
His hard questions leave another lump in my throat. Gosh, I'm so tired of crying tonight. I have an answer for both questions, I just don't want to say them. For the first one, I never degraded myself first. Someone did and I accepted it as true. And for the second one, all I can think of is Solange's Cranes in the Sky, 'Sometimes I don't want to feel those metal clouds.' Those ugly emotions being degraded brought me are unbearable. I'd rather run than confront them.
Luckily, his questions were rhetorical and he wasn't expecting an answer. He leans in again and I think he's going to kiss me. He does kiss me, but not on my lips. He dips his head and brushes his lips on my collarbone. I suck air through my teeth when I feel his lips dance against my honey-colored skin.
"Why don't you see how astonishing you are?" He questions against my skin. "I wish I could give you my eyes."
"Why?" I barely croak out when his wet lips trail up my neck.
I feel him smirk against me. "So you can see what I see, of course. Which is nothing but pure beauty."
I not only gasp at his words but at his sucking on my neck. I've never really experienced foreplay before. The guys I've been with jump right into sex not caring about it. I remember Monica saying that her favorite thing about Akaashi's sex is the foreplay and aftercare. She said he makes her feel like a star and I always longed for that.
"Tell me, darling, do you feel beautiful?"
The affectionate name has me releasing a soft sigh. I feel tears forming in my eyes, not from sadness, but from high desire. I'm chasing after the bliss I know he'll bring to my body and it brings tears when I think of how good it'll feel.
When I don't answer he stops his movements. I whine when his perfect lips disconnect from me.
"Answer me." His assertiveness has me clenching my legs together.
I shake my head. "No, I don't." I answer honestly. I haven't felt beautiful since 9th grade.
His languid breaths occupy my space. I can't tell the effect my honest truth has on him. His royal eyes bounce to my lips which are burning to feel him. He bites his own lips before diving in. He captures me in a kiss that takes all my breath away. It takes away every breath I'll ever have away. I grip onto his sheets as electricity courses through every crevice of my body. He bites down on my lower lips and a moan leaves my throat. He tilts my head slightly giving his tongue a better angle to roam my unexplored mouth. He groans when my free hand runs up his forearm.
I feel like my body is the ocean waves outside and he's lightning in a raging storm. When he touches me, my waves push against each other in abnormal way and they can't find the will to stop. The hand that rests on my thigh travels to my cheek.
"Do you want me to make you feel beautiful?"
He looks at me through half-lidded eyes. I see the burning desire resonating in his bright eyes. No one has ever desired me as much as Bokuto does in this moment. When did this desire appear? He's never paid attention to me like this, so what changed?
Doesn't matter, all I know is that I'm nodding my head.
"Yes."
Something snaps beneath his eyes. In a swift motion, his shirt is off his body and thrown to the side. His eyes connect with mine and a seductive brow is raised at me. He licks his lips and my body begins to weep for him.
thinking about nerdy boyfriend tsukishima getting a blowie<3
~time skip tsukki~
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“y/n please,” he whimpers, forcing you down on his cock. your throat closing each time his tip touches the back of it making him hiss.
his fingers entangled in your braids, grip harder than a rock. his cock fully in your mouth, your tounge swirling and slurping on his base. his legs shake and his head goes back in pleasure, his breath hitched in the back of his throat.
he pulled you off of him, you choking and coughing on your own saliva. his heavy shaky breaths make your pussy even wetter, his thighs shaking ever so lightly at the stimulation.
you stroked up slowly and tightly, your freehand on your clit pleasuring yourself. you latch your lips onto the tip of his cock, sucking and tonguing around with his slit
“mm fuck, y/n ‘m gonna cum.”
you felt his cock twitch, you lifted your head up. you took your hand off your clit to help you stroke his cock faster. both of your hands going in circular motions, different directions with spit coming from your lips.
his body shook, his fingers gripping the side of the sheets from the heavy pleasure.
“y/n, y/- fuck!”
just like that, a dribble of cum came out of his tip till the rest spurted on your face and chest. left leg shaking, and his breathing was heavy. you moved up towards him to kiss him, taking your finger to wipe the cum dripping from your face into his mouth to taste himself.
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Synopsis: (MxF) Volleyball tryouts for your college are near and you had been a setter in your previous school but are a little rusty at it still, so you ask the best setter you know for pointers, your brother's best friend, Koshi Sugawara
Warnings: Heavy smut, degradation, oral (m/f), praise, slight age gap, choking, language, creampie, bruising, spanking, hair tugging, spit, fluff.
(Will be long, bear with me.)
A/N: I'm so sorry with how long this took me to write, I lost motivation halfway through then got it back. Also, the ending isn't exactly how I wanted to finish it but it's 2:20 AM right now and I'm beyond too tired to rewrite it. Also if you see any typos let me know so I can fix them, this is not previewed so I'm sorry for any mistakes.
It has been ages since you've stepped into a gym, the last time being when you had your Volleyball awards for the last time of your third year. You take a big whiff of the air around you and breathe out slowly and deeply, relishing in the smell of fresh, new, leather volleyballs coming into the start of the new season.
Even though you've never been in your school's gym yet, your feet somehow know their way to the back near the locker rooms and stop right in front of the tryout list. You grab the black pen hanging from a white rope thumb-tacked onto the corkboard and sign your name on the list with your preferred position next to it; setter.
You've heard rumors that your school's previous setter had to drop out of school, and they didn't have a replacement, which left the position wide open for you to steal. You used to be the setter on the Karasuno's female team, and you were quite good, but it's been two years out of practice and you knew you'd need to shape up again before tryouts.
Once you leave the gym, you drop off your aide ID in the front office where you have your last period, community services, which is basically a freebie class as it's just volunteer work, but regardless it was one of your favorites, and you head back to the parking lot to find your car and drive back to your apartment.
You pull into your parking spot a little after 4pm and head into your place. Most people would describe it as quaint, but that was fine with you because it was yours, and it was affordable. The moment you set your things down on your nightstand, you pull out your phone and dial your brother's number.
"Hey y/n."
"Hey Asahi how's it going?"
"Not too bad, I'm just working on some new designs for the season."
"Oh cool, send me a pic of them I wanna see."
"Ha, when I'm done with the first outfit I will."
"Good, anyways I have a favor to ask."
"Anything, what is it?"
"Well, I had signed up for volleyball tryouts today an-
"Oh wow, that's great! I was wondering if you'd pursue it again."
"Yeah, thanks! Anyways I wrote my name down for the setter position and I was wondering if you'd be able to help me with that."
"2 things, you're already a fantastic setter, and I was the Ace. Don't know the first thing about setting."
"No, I know, I was going to ask if you'd give me Suga's number. He told me if I needed to practice to call him and he'd always be down to help."
"Oh! Yeah, I can send you his number."
"Great, thanks Asahi!"
"No worries, love ya, and remember to save me a seat for your first game."
"Love ya too and thanks."
You hang up the phone and get the notification Asahi sent you and click on it to add the number to your contacts. Once you save it, you dial the number and hope someone picks up.
"Hello this is Mr.Sugawara, may I ask who's calling?"
The gentle, yet velvety voice from the man sends a once familiar tingle to between your legs and you stifle it as you remember why you called him in the first place.
"Mr.Sugawara huh? That's what you like being called now."
"Excuse me?"
"I remember how fond of it you were when I used to call you Muffin."
"Hah, oh it's you, hi y/n."
"Hi Muffin, how are you?"
"Good, and how about you butterfly?"
"I'm fantastic now that I'm talking to you. Uh but speaking of Butterflies, I actually have a favor."
"Hm?"
"Would you be down for helping me practice being a setter?'
"Aren't you one already?"
"Was, now I'm back and I'm about 2 years out of practice so I need help."
"Well in that case I'll help. Where are we meeting?"
"Not sure yet, I don't have access to the gym after school hours."
"No worries, I'll send you the address to my place, I have a community gym."
"Great, would Saturday afternoon be okay?"
"Tomorrow?"
"Yeah."
"Sure, I have to finish grading paperwork but I'll talk to you soon."
You both say your goodbyes and hang up. A smile beams on your face from his acceptance and you head off to your kitchen to eat your dinner and head to bed to start the day tomorrow.
You wake up at 8am sharp and do your daily routine of skincare, teeth, hair, and makeup. After doing it all you make your bed and finish packing up a go-bag for the gym later and throw in your pair of volleyball shoes, before you place them in the bag you glaze over the black velvet and smile brightly at the thought of you getting to wear them again. You also throw in your knee pads and head out to your normal breakfast place, the cafe near your house.
A few hours pass and you and Suga are ready to meet. You input the address into maps and head off. When you arrive, the first thing you notice is the large keypad in front of the very large and intricate black iron gate protecting the housing community. You input the numbers he had given you and driven around the bend and pull into a parking lot to which you assume is the gym. You exit the car and grab your bag and things and head into the front doors where you're greeted by somebody.
"Hello, welcome to Errice Park Gym, may I see your community ID?"
"Sorry?" You ask the woman with a tilt of your head.
"Apologies, but only members with community IDs may access the gym?"
"Okay, how may I get one?" You ask the lady while leaning your elbows on the desk. You have to hold back a scoff from how uptight all this seems and from the way she is eyeing you.
"Do you live here miss?"
"No, I don't"
"Unfortunately our services are only avail-"
She gets cut off by the large and wonderfully manicured hand that had been placed on the countertop in the commotion.
"She is my guest, ID 352."
"Of course Mr.Sugawara my apologies." She turns to look at you, the look on your face is a mix of flustered and amazed at the same time. "Enjoy your visit." She bows her head to you and Suga nods his head towards the hallway he came from and beckons you to follow.
"Wow, Koshi I didn't think you'd made this much money being a teacher to live in a place like this."
"Perks of being a private school teacher." He says with a rub of his neck.
You take in the features you haven't seen in a few years now. He still has his iconic gray hair and mole with the piercing brown eyes that have always made you swoon, but his physique and prowess have gotten more large and defined than you remember, and it isn't a bad thing. You trail your eyes down from walking behind him and notice his ass has gotten bigger too, doesn't help that he's already in a pair of gym shorts that hug his form perfectly...and the thighs, you have to practically wipe the drool from your lip.
You've never been good at hiding your thoughts about Koshi, he knows it and just about everyone else too, but neither of you have acted on it, for reasons mostly due to him. So, you reluctantly push all your flirtatious comments aside and try to focus on why you are here.
After catching up and making small talk while walking through various hallways, Koshi leads you to a far back door which leads to an even bigger area with no one else inside of it, and itself is a community volleyball court.
"Holy shit this place has everything."
"Mm, just about."
He closes the door behind you guys and walks you over to a few bleachers set up on the side and you set your things down.
"It's good to see you again Butterfly, you look great."
"Thanks, Muffin you do too."
You both smile at each other before he chuckles and pulls you into a hug, which lasts longer than expected. You pull away and tuck hair away from your face.
"I was surprised you called, I didn't realize you kept my number."
"I got it from my brother."
"Oh, how's Asahi doing?"
"Really good actually, his clothing line is really taking off." You talk with high praise of your brother.
"Amazing, I'm proud of him. We haven't talked as much as I'd like but I've missed him."
"Me too."
"I've missed you too."
"Oh.."
Your breath feels shallow as you suck in some air from the look he gives you as you notice him trailing your body. He smiles as he does, with his normal boyish charm but you can't help but feel some other sense behind it.
Not wanting to drag on, you and Koshi decide to get on with it and start. He shows you the locker room to change and after you come back out, you both do stretches and begin.
Unfortunately for you, you are way more out of practice than you realize. Koshi starts off slow for you, throwing you serves you should be able to easily set but everything is off; your form, your fingertip placement, your focus, it's just not there. You lost count of how many balls have bounced out of bounds or how many net shots you've set, it's honestly embarrassing.
After this last set, you groan and squat down to the floor and throw your head back in frustration. Suga shakes his head and chuckles and sits next to you.
"Well, to be blunt, you kinda suck." Suga says poking fun at you.
"Yeah, I know." You groan again and throw yourself backward and land with a small thunk of your head hitting the polished wood of the court. You rub the back of your head with your fingertips and hear a snort come from Suga.
You feel soft fingertips rub your bare thigh above the knee as Suga's voice tries to comfort you.
"Hey now, you're just out of practice it's okay."
"I know but I shouldn't be that bad."
"It happens, and that's why I'm here."
He squeezes your leg delicately and you turn your head to look at him as he looks at you. You both smile at each other and he squeezes your thigh again.
"You're cute."
You get immediately flustered and look up and away from him.
You hear him giggle before he pats your leg and reaches a hand out to help you up. You take it and pop up before he holds onto your lower back to stabilize you while you stand.
"Let's do some more exercises okay? Then well call it a day and come back tomorrow."
"Okay."
You follow Suga into the middle of the court and stand in front of him as he instructs you which exercises to do to better your form, he also goes into explaining how they'll help. So far you've done lunges, jumping jacks, toe touches, and now you're onto squats.
"You can do better than that Butterfly."
He says pointing to your high squat and mocks at it.
"My thighs hurt." You whine.
"The burn means it's working." He smiles at you and you stick your tongue out in return. "Come on, seriously I know you can go lower. "
"No, I can't" You tease.
"Yes you can," he teases back. "Be good and get your ass low." His voice changes from playful to husky in a heartbeat. It gives you whiplash and you can't help but feel a tingle in your core. You gulp but as much as you try you can't seem to get lower.
"Let's go Y/n." He says stepping closer to you in that same husky tone.
"I'm trying."
"Not hard enough."
You roll your eyes and it doesn't go unnoticed. You feel two strong grips on your thighs right before the hem of your spandex and you lock eyes with his. The normal gaze of flirtation and comfort is replaced by seriousness and hunger? His eyes stay locked with your as you feel his hands push down on your thighs adding weight and you feel your calves and hamstrings almost give out. You grit your teeth and clench your hips where your hands rest but you never break eye contact. When you get to an acceptable squat for Suga, he looks down where his hands are and slowly pulls away.
"Good girl, I knew you could do it." He practically whispers the first part but you catch it as you shakily stand up from your squat.
You can tell that your core is instantly flooded from those words and the way his gaze held yours. You try to subtly adjust yourself by squeezing your thighs together but unbeknownst to you, Suga catches it.
Neither of you acknowledge what was said and start gathering your belongings and cleaning up your mess. After the both of you finish, you begin chatting like nothing had happened.
You two say your goodbyes and give hugs before parting ways as you agree to meet again here tomorrow at the same time. You hide your eagerness to go home and shower and relax and practically speed back.
The next morning comes and you had a rather specific wet dream about your tutor. You couldn't stop dreaming about his hands on your thighs and his words of praise next to your ear, the way his fingertips felt on your thighs. It was unbearable not being able to feel it in person last night.
This morning went by rather quickly as you do your normal routine and change into an acceptable outfit and you made it to the gym rather quick. Suga was waiting for you in the front lounge this time to avoid the concierge, and you both made it back to the same empty court you were in yesterday.
"Hey butterfly, how'd you sleep?"
He asks smiling at you at his smile reaches his eyes as he hugs you and helps grab your bag. His adorable mole catches your eyes in the process.
You think back to the wet dreams you had and throw your hair into a bun to get ut out of your face and you blush as a particular scene you remember comes to mind.
"Oh, uh, I slept well."
"That's good. Did you have any good dreams? I had a few that were really nice."
He says giving you a sly wink and a smirk.
"Actually no, rather uneventful." You lie, trying to avoid looking him in the eyes.
He chuckles as he sets your bag on the bench and takes off his black gym jacket and sets it next to your bag. You gulp as you see him stretch his arms over his head and watch as his shoulders pop and muscles ripple from the stretch and you have to lick your lips at the sudden dehydration you're feeling.
"Wow, you've gotten hotter since the last time I saw you."
"You saw me yesterday."
"Yes, but you weren't showing your amazing arms yesterday. Instantly hotter." You say with a wave of your hand over his body and he just shakes his head and smiles.
"Uh-huh, come on let's stretch first."
You both begin doing the same stretches as yesterday and a few new ones you decided to throw in that you remembered from high school. The final one you do is a toe touch but you just can't seem to stretch all the way down from the cramp in your lower back and Suga takes notice. He gets up from his butterfly squat and walks up behind you and very gingerly grabs your hips, his fingertips barely ghosting under the waistband of your spandex shorts. You inhale a sharp breath when you feel his pelvis against your ass and can't help but bite your lip as you realize what he's doing. He places a hand on the small of your back and pushes you down.
"Suga, what are you doing?" You say flirtily.
"Just trying to help you stretch, you seemed stiff is all."
He says while pulling away. Before he does, you grab his wrist and place it back on your hip.
"No don't, it's helping."
You say turning your neck and smirking at him as he grinds his pelvis into you more and pushes you further down till you reach your toes and hear a pop come from your back and he pulls away with a little disappointment to you. You groan and stand back up and notice Suga has moved a few steps away from you now. A short look of confusion crosses your face but you decide to ignore it for now and grab a ball to begin practicing.
The practice goes by quick with no other distractions and surprisingly no mess-ups from you. You've always been a quick learner so there's been a definite improvement since yesterday. When the session ends, you walk over to the bench to grab your bag to change but Suga's voice catches you before you walk away.
"Hey butterfly, do you have plans later?"
He asks before sipping from his bottle. Your eyes catch a single drop of water slide out from the corner of his mouth and roll down his face to his neck, down to his collarbones, and into his shirt. You've never been more jealous of water in your life.
"Not really, I was just gonna go home and clean."
"Would you like to go out for dinner with me?"
He says topping off the bottle and wiping his forehead with a rag to get rid of the sweat.
"Sure, any particular reason why?" You ask while taking off your shoes to change into sandals to let your feet air out.
"No particular reason, just as friends. Two grown friends catching up."
You chuckle at his tone and nod your head in agreement.
"Oh, of course, my mistake. Just let me know where we are going and I'll be there around 7, that okay?"
"Yeah, I'll text it to you."
You finish getting ready to leave and head out into the parking lot together but before you get into your car, Suga slides his hand underneath your arm and stops you.
"It's entirely up to you, but you should wear something you can move around in, like a skirt or dress or something. They have a dance floor there and I just want you to be prepared you know?"
"Thanks for the heads up Muffin."
"Of course, wouldn't want you to be unprepared in case we decide to dance together or anything." His voice drops an octave as he squeezes your arm tighter before smiling and letting you go.
You make it home quickly and shower and lounge around in your towel for a while as you have a couple hours to spare. You decide to clean your house, make some lunch and pay some bills until you're supposed to get ready to leave and you get dressed and entirely ready and head to the location Suga sent you. You put it into your maps and chuckle when you realize he just sent you his address as the location is only a few buildings away from the gym.
You arrive at his place exactly at 7 and knock on the door and wait for him to answer. You can hear various noises coming from inside and then hear some loud banging noise followed by a few expletives and giggle to yourself before the door opens and Suga stands there with a smile.
He's wearing slim-fitting slacks with a loose t-shirt that shows his arms and his hair is neatly brushed like normal and you can't catch exactly where it's coming from but a slight aroma of vanilla catches your interest.
"Hi, muffin."
"Hi, butterfly."
He sidesteps and lets you into his place before you slide off your shoes and place them on the shoe holder next to his door and set your purse and things on the side table. You turn around and see him lock the door before he turns to you and you catch him eyeing you up and down and takes you into a hug. His hands wander a little low but you don't mind it.
"So, the place has a dancefloor huh?"
"Yeah, in the bedroom, hopefully, we'll see it later."
You chuckle at his forwardness and shake your head as he leads you to his kitchen and you slide onto one of the barstools in front of his countertop.
"Thirsty?" He asks you as he slides a glass of wine towards you.
"I am, but how do you know I'm of age? One of the last times I saw you I was only 17." You say joking around.
"Considering that I'm 4 years older and that was also 4 years ago, I'm sure you are by now."
"Oh, that's right, congrats on making it to 25 muffin." You raise your glass to toast to him and he watches you over his glass as your throat bobs to take in the full shute of wine. You wipe your lip with your thumb and suck off the liquid while staring right at Suga.
He coughs and diverts his attention away from you and to his stove.
"Uhm, hungry? I made a chicken alfredo dish."
"Sounds really good, I'll take a plate."
He makes the plates and you both move to his kitchen table and sit across from each other and dig into the food. The two of you catch up with small talk and discover new interests each other has that neither didn't have before. You talk about new movies and things, which then leads to you both laughing as you reminisce over past memories of when he and Asahi were in school together and all the times he'd come over.
"I remember one of the first games you had that you won and you'd look so cute with that smile on your rosy cheeks. I remember how proud your brother was of you." Suga says while finishing up the last bite of his pasta.
"I remember that day too. You know the reason we won was that I took your advice."
"What advice was that?"
"To make sure my team doesn't see any emotion on my face other than determination. You also told me to keep a close watch on the team and get a view of how they're playing and play to their strengths."
"Good advice."
"Yeah, it really was."
There's a short pause between the two of you. You don't know if he remembers or if you should bring it up but you decide to just say fuck it and do it.
"Koshi, do you remember what else you told me that day?"
Suga is caught off guard as you use his actual name. Hearing it fall from your lips makes him want to hear it over and over again.
"No? What else did I say?"
"That was also the day you found out I didn't have my first kiss. You told me that you'd be more than willing to be my first." You chuckle at the memories of teenage you. "I can't believe I was actually going to take you up on that offer within the next couple of days but then Asahi told me you moved away so I never could."
You didn't notice Suga move from his chair, you didn't notice him walking towards you, and you didn't notice him stand behind your chair as it was all happening so soon. The first thing you felt was his hand brush your hair away from your neck, the next thing you felt was his lips kiss your bare flesh. You feel the chair pull out from the table and you see Suga move to stand in front of you. He blocks you into the chair with his arms on either side of you and his hands tightly grasping the arms of the chair. Your mouth runs dry as you see the look of pure hunger he gives you.
"I don't think you understand just how hard I am right now."
You look down to see but before you can he lifts your chin back up to his eyes with his two fingers.
"I didn't tell you to look away from me butterfly. I'm going to kiss you now, and if you don't want this as bad as I do, so help me God stop me now before I can't control myself and rip your clothes off."
Gulp.
You look up at Suga through your eyelashes, and your look is laced with desperation and that's all it takes for him to break control and slam his lips into yours.
His lips feel like pure bliss. They're perfectly smooth and plump enough, just like you'd imagine they'd be. His tongue dances with yours and you can feel each other smile into the kiss as it leads deeper and deeper. His hands retract from the arms of the chair as he sinks down to his knees and drags your face closer to his by twining his fingers into your hair and tugging on them while biting your bottom lip. You both moan into the kiss. The heat radiating off of both of you starts to cause you to feel hot and needy to remove your clothes. Suga seems to notice and he pulls away from your lips and moves to drape kisses all along your collarbone, leaving a few large hickies in the process. He carefully dances his fingertips to under plunge neckline of your shirt and tugs it open to reveal your bare breasts.
"Fuck your tits are gorgeous."
You chuckle as he looks like a pubescent boy looking at boobies for the first time.
"Thank you, baby."
He licks his thumb before rubbing your nipple with it and you can feel it pebble and get hard and let out some whimpers once he pinches it. His tongue laps over your whole breast before he takes the nipple into his mouth and sucks. Your back arches off the chair and your legs slightly spasm.
"Dirty girl, you like your nipples sucked on huh?"
"Yes sir, especially when you do it, it feels so good." You breathe out.
He nibbles on your nipple and bites it with his teeth and tugs before you wince from the pain and he blows and kisses on it to make it feel better. He makes sure to spend an equal amount of time on each breast before moving back up to lock lips with you.
As much as you want him to ravage you, you've been dying to know what he tastes like for years. You break away from the kiss with a moan and he slightly whimpers when you pull away and don't kiss him back. Confusion crosses his face as you push his butt against the table before the confusion is replaced with pure lust as he sees you crouch down onto your knees, letting your butt rest on your heels, and seeing your hands reach out to palm him through his pants.
His eyes squeeze shut when he feels you palm his dick from his boxers.
"Y/n, warning you now, if you suck my dick I will fuck that pretty little face of yours so hard."
You just smirk up at him through your eyelashes and pull him the rest of the way out. You marvel at his beautifully trimmed pubes that rest nicely above his dick and smile to yourself at how giddy you're feeling for getting to suck his dick.
You lick your lips and open your mouth wide enough to fit around his tip which spills a slow moan from his mouth. You notice his palms grip the edge of the table to the point of his knuckles turning pale the moment you swish your tongue around his tip and over his slit. You can tell he's trying to hold back so you decide to ramp it up by extending your jaw more and sucking in a breath before hollowing out your cheeks and taking all of him down your throat to where you feel him behind your tongue. You gage and your eyes prickle with tears but you don't give up when you hear him mutter a "fuck" under his breath. He opens his eyes and you lock yours with his and that's all it takes for him to lose it.
He releases the table and grips your hair into the messiest of ponytails and tugs before pulling you completely off of him before shoving himself all the way back into your mouth. You gag, and you gag hard but you don't care, it feels so damn good in your mouth and the noises he is making you've never heard before. You reach down to touch yourself but all movements stop and you hear him reprimand you in the slightest whisper.
"Babygirl, I didn't say you could touch yourself. If your fingers even graze your pussy I will bend you over this table and smack your ass till it's black and blue."
You can't speak but you nod your head vigorously in agreement and gulp, with his dick still inside your mouth. Spit is pooling out of the corners of your lips, you probably look so filthy and you actually become a little jealous of Suga for not being able to see yourself like this.
"Good girl, good fucking girl."
He says before he slams his cock hard down your throat again. His head slowly falls backwards as his hands tighten in your hair and bobs your head faster and faster, not even taking the time to slow down or care about the makeup running down your face from your tears. You're enjoying being face fucked a little too much.
His hips are thrusting sloppier and he's loosened his grip but he still is relentless with your mouth and it makes you so desperately wonder what he'll be like when he's actually inside of you. His moans are becoming sporadic and you can barely make out his sentence warning you he's gonna come but you don't care and just brace yourself for when he does. Wanting to help him more, you reach a hand up and cup his balls while using the other to stroke his shaft with your mouth and he moans out too many expletives to count from the tingles throughout his body. His hips come to a stop and you can feel the warm, salty load fall down your throat. You make sure to take it all before shutting your eyes and swallowing it all, making sure he gets a good view of it, and he helps you stand back up and kisses you so passionately.
"Fuck, your mouth is dangerous."
"Thanks."
You say with a smile and giggle. He kisses you once more before you both stop and turn your heads to the countertop where his phone is ringing.
"Fuck it, I want you right now."
"No, Suga it could be important, it's okay. I'm going to get some water and wipe down anyways."
"Okay, I'll be quick sweetheart."
He kisses your lips slowly before quickly diving down and giving the top of your bare breast a quick kiss which makes you giggle.
You both separate and go into different rooms for your business. You head off down the hallway into the first door on the right and turn on the light and walk to the sink.
You grab some toilet paper and spit whatever remains of the cum in your mouth, into the paper and throw it in the trash. You then turn on the faucet and cup your hands to grab some water and you take a few slurps before swishing it around and spitting it out down the drain. You wash your hands good before using a rag to fix whatever makeup has smudged on your face and smile at yourself in the mirror when you see the ring of love bites around your breasts and how good your nipples look while swollen.
You shut off the bathroom lights and close the door behind you and walk back into the dining room where you left Suga. On the walk there you fixed your shirt as the intimacy has worn off a little and you started to feel awkward having your tits out and nothing else. You step in the room and see Suga has fixed himself as well and he's cleaning up dishes.
"You need some help baby?"
You ask while moving to stand to his side and help him.
"No, its-I'm alright I got it."
He says rather quick and moves from you to finish grabbing the dishes and placing them in the sink.
"You okay Koshi?" You ask concerned at his sudden attitude change. "Bad phone call?"
"Uhm, no, it was a good one it just...was your brother calling."
"Oh...oh.."
"Yeah, it was nice to hear from him but it made me feel like shit to betray his trust like that. I'm sorry y/n but can I walk you out?"
He says slowly turning towards you with an extremely downturned smile.
"What?" You ask stunned. "Koshi, what trust? You want me to leave? I'm so confused."
"It's nothing, it's fine. Look I just need a moment to process what had happened and it's getting late and I don't want you to get be late for class tomorrow."
"Oh..yeah..right, of course."
You don't say another word and quietly grab all of your things and walk over to the door to slip on your shoes. Suga is quiet the whole time too but he still walks over to the door with you while holding your phone for you.
"Are we-Can we still meet up for practice tomorrow? My tryouts are at the end of the week."
You ask him without meeting his eyes.
"Yeah, of course, I wouldn't bail on you like that. I'm sorry it's just th-
"Stop," You raise a hand up to his chest and smile. "It's alright Koshi, just stop before it gets worse. Goodnight and thanks for the lovely dinner tonight."
"You're welcome, thanks for being a great friend and guest."
Friend, that word pings your heart and makes it teeter-totter inside of your chest, almost like it might fall straight out of it.
You don't say anything more and just brave a smile and head out before getting back into your car, pulling out, and storming home.
In all honesty, the trip from Suga's house to yours shouldn't have taken you an hour but it did. A normal ten-minute drive turned into an hour from you having to pull over more than a few times from having to deal with the overflow of emotions coursing through you. You also had to stop yourself a couple times from turning back around and giving him an earful but you decided to let it go. In actuality, you weren't even mad, you weren't sad, you weren't even regretful over what happened you were just utterly confused the whole time. However, you decided to stop racking your brain trying to figure it out and gave up once you pulled into your parking spot and walked home into your living room.
You dropped your stuff off into where they belong and you make your way to your room and strip off all your clothes before throwing them into the hamper and heading to the en suite to take a shower and disregard the whole experience.
Friend.
The word brings such a bitter and useless taste to your mouth when you heard it fall from Sugas lips. That word, you thought of it the whole time you were in the shower, and you scrubbed your body so hard to try and get the "friendzone" off of you.
The shower stops and you step out and dry off before not even bothering to change and head to bed naked and plug in your phone, set an alarm for tomorrow, and shut off the lights and fall into an anxious sleep.
The morning comes too soon at the detriment of the bags under your eyes. You snap your alarm off and rub your temples before stretching and getting out of bed. You quickly get dressed and back your go bags for school and practice afterward and finish all your necessities of getting ready and you head to class bright and early.
Your classes run through quicker than normal and now comes the part you were trying to postpone doing, seeing Suga.
Hesitantly, you send a text to Suga making sure it's still on and he replies with a thumbs up before you shut off your phone and head to the gym.
The ride was brutal due to the thoughts running laps in your head. Conflicting memories of last night combine together and now thoughts of further rejection pierce your brain and you can't deal with it. You arrive at the gym and try to shake off the thoughts but they don't budge. So you do the only thing you know how to do to get rid of the bad thoughts, you confront what's making them happen.
You shut off your car and grab your keys and phone, not even paying a second mind to your bags in the backseat. You walk into the gym and just give a side-eye to the receptionist and strut straight back to the gym and push the double doors open with a flourish.
You're about to start yelling at Suga to give him your two cents but notice the gym is empty. You look around confused but then get a notification on your phone and see that he sent you a text saying he's still at his house and running late.
You walk out the same way you came in, get back in your car, and drive to his apartment before stopping, getting out, and knocking on his door.
"Hey, I was just about to head out."
Suga says as he opens the door.
You walk in without saying a word and place your shoes and things into a bin next to his front door and turn around to talk to him as he closes his door.
"Y/N?"
"What the hell Suga?"
"I'm sorry?"
"Last night, what you said. What happened when you called my brother, what did he or you say? What trust did you break last night?"
You ask while placing your hands on your hips.
He drops his head before wiping his face and walking towards the dining room as he talks to you.
"Nothing, honest. He didn't even know you were here he was just calling to catch up and stuff."
"So why push me out all of a sudden? What trust Suga??"
"Damnit, y/n the trust of a dude and not going after his best friend's little sister. That kind of trust."
"Seriously Koshi? I get what you mean by that but we are adults now and as far as I know, Asahi has never had any ill feelings about us being close or being together."
"No, I know but it's an unspoken rule type of thing."
"Koshi that's bullshit, if that was true then you wouldn't have invited me on a date here in the first place."
"It was just supposed to be as friends."
Vomit, the word makes you want to vomit.
"There's that word again. Friends, Koshi, really?"
You move closer to the kitchen table and towards him. You look up at him and a smile comprised of lust and anger stretches onto your face.
"Friends don't grind on each other during Volleyball practice. Friends don't tell other friends to wear skirts for easy access. Friends don't kiss and swap spit on this very chair. Friends don't get down on their knees, push you up against this table and blow you till you're busting a load down their throat."
You take a breath and swallow while you notice the tension in the room and him walking closer to you with a determined look on his face.
"Tell me how we're just friends, after all that Muffin."
You say the nickname as a jab at him, with both of you knowing damn well either of the nicknames were what you used to flirt with each other.
He moved closer into your personal space, chests only inches apart but neither of you moving to touch the other quite yet.
"You're right butterfly, we're not just friends. Because during your whole little rant, I couldn't stop thinking about how I want to break this table by fucking you on it."
Gulp.
"What's stopping you?"
"Absolutely nothing."
The tension wire snaps and the moment it does you both are on each other like dogs to a bone. Your tongues mesh with each others in perfect sync. You don't know where your hands are at this point, all you know is they're stripping off every piece of clothing each other is wearing. The second everything is off of your bodies, Suga picks you up and gently places your ass against the cold wood of the dining table, and gets down onto his knees.
You're about to protest but the moment you feel his warm, wet tongue lapping in between your folds like a man starved, all knowledge of how to speak completely dissolves from your brain. All you managed to say is a jumble of "don't stop" and "fuck that feels so good", but in all honesty it sound like baby babbling. Your hands knot into the grey locks of the hungry man underneath you and you tug as hard as you can when he nips at your clit and your legs, embarrassingly, start to spasm already.
"Ho, God, fuck."
You moan out.
His tongue swirls endless circles around your clit and he sucks and bites and blows at your clit, leaving you speechless. It's not until you feel two fingers prod at your hole that you really start to shake. You crave him so much, even your pussy practically pulls in his fingers as he rests them there against the hole. He starts out with slow, shallow pumps before he speeds up the pace of his tongue and fingers and goes knuckle deep inside of you drawing out the most guttural moans you've ever made.
You've never had your legs spasm so much from oral before. You feel your core start to tighten and flex and you feel the sweat form on your brow and upper lip as your hair falls out around you from the thrashing of your body at the pleasure. Your hand tugs harder and you're worried you might be hurting him, but if you are he absolutely doesn't mind it. Your mouth runs dry and the dam breaks once you feel him scissor you while being knuckle deep in your pussy. Your orgasm echoes through the house as you shake around him and as his delicious tongue helps you through it all.
"What a good fucking girl cumming for me like that. I'm so proud of you baby."
"Holy fu- fuck. Th-thank you baby."
You just barely speak as you pant to try and calm down, but not for long when you feel him place one last kiss on your pussy before standing up and trace kisses from your hips all the way up to your breasts, showing each endless love, and moving to your lips and letting you taste yourself all over his face.
"You taste yourself right? Taste how fucking delicious you are."
He says while opening your mouth forcefully and spitting into it, which is then followed by you smiling as you swallow it and show him. He laughs so lustfully before wiping the corner of your mouth and placing the two fingers he used in you into your mouth and chokes you with them. You gag and gulp after swirling your tongue around them and when he pulls away he uses those fingers to open you up again before leaning you back down onto the table and stepping closer to line himself up with you.
"Are you on the pill? Want me to grab a condom?"
"Yeah I am, and no, I want to feel all of you."
He agrees with a kiss and bite of your lip and neck before he takes his hand and pumps himself a few times and spits in his hand and rubs his cock before using his other hand to open your lips and he teases your clit with the head of his dick and you both moan at the feeling.
"Fuuck stop it baby I want you so bad."
"I know baby girl, just be patient for me."
He chuckles as he feels you squirm under him when his tip hits a sensitive part of your clit and he uses an arm to hold you down and distract you before he lines up and slowly stretches you out, letting you adjust slowly.
"Holy fuck."
You both say in unison, but with different breaths, as you both feel the pleasure of finally being connected together. He slowly starts to rock his hips into yours and bottoms out inside of you while letting your pussy adjust, and when he thinks you have he pulls out and slams back into you. Your body and the table jerk as he does and you wrap your arms around his shoulders as he has both hands around your head and is looking into your eyes as he fucks you.
It's pure ecstasy. The two of you, this position, its everything you've wanted. All the years of pining after your brother's best friend. All the repressed feelings you've had for him. All the times relationships or one-night-stands couldn't do it for you cause all you thought about was how it would be if your childhood crush, the man you loved, was the one doing it to you. And now you know. Now you know just how blissful it all truly feels. It's better than you imagined.
His hips are pistoning into yours at a ridiculous pace and you start to feel a burn from your legs being spread wide open but you don't care. It feels too amazing to quit. Moans never stopped flowing from either of your lips and his fingertips burn holes straight into your skin from how tight he's gripping you, like you might fly away if he stops. Without missing a beat, he switches positions by gripping the back of your thighs and pushing them into your chest to where your ears kiss your knees and you see your feet shaking in the air at an unbelievable pace from how he's fucking you. This position makes it impossible to not cum. You feel the familiar tightening and spasms and pants as you're being drawn closer and closer and you can tell he is too as his pants have become more sporadic. He bends down and pushes your thighs further into you, going deeper, and kisses your lips and smiles before whispering in your ear.
"Your cunt feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock baby girl. You're doing so good at taking all of me that I'm about to cum in that pretty pussy of yours."
"Ohhhh.....fu-fuck Koshi baby please."
"Yeah, baby? You want me to fill that beautiful hole of yours? You wanna get filled with my kids? Become a mommy, is that what you want? My kids?"
What he's lacking in breaths, he's making up for in confidence, and it's driving you crazy. You just about cum from his words right there.
"Yes baby fuck, fuck Koshi baby I want you to make me a mommy so bad. Fill me up baby, I wanna be filled by you so badly."
You whimper and whine and he loses it.
Koshi slams harder and faster and your vision goes white as the last thrust had you seeing stars. Your orgasm absolutely wrecks you as you cum around him and you can feel his cock release inside you and fill you to the brim with his cum.
He stays inside of you, letting the cum fall from around his cock in you and he slowly drops your legs to not hurt you and he leans down to place an endless amount of kisses all over your lips and face. You hear a few words like "beautiful" and "thank you" but they all go in one ear and out the other as you calm down but the one you hone in on is the words "love".
"Y/n, baby did you hear me?"
"No I didn't, what?"
"I said I love you, I don't know to what extent or how long I have but I just remember how much I cared for you when we were younger and it all came rushing back. I love you, baby."
Tears threaten to spill but you hold them back.
"Oh Koshi, I love you too."
You both kiss each other deeply and he pulls away and both of you whine when he pulls out of you and you feel the cum drip out of your hole and Koshi growls to himself at the sight before going and grabbing a wet rag to wipe you down.
He comes back a few seconds later and wipes you down while giving you kisses in the process and discarding the rag somewhere and picking you up gently and walks you back to his bedroom and gently place you down onto the mattress and cuddles up next to you.
You both whisper sweet nothings to each other before finally dozing off and enjoying the beautifulness that is sleep.
XXXXXX
"COME ON! Y/N, YOU GOT THIS BABY!"
You hear your boyfriend yell to you from the bleachers while you're playing your match. You hear the rest of your family yell along in unison with him, even your brother, in cheer for you to keep your morale up.
It's your final match before nationals. Your team managed to beat every team you've battled against and everyone's trying their best but this match is neck and neck-literally. You've never been so short-necked with a team before but this college is good. Your team is only one point ahead, and you only need one more point to win this whole thing and make it to nationals. It all comes down to this moment, this volley.
You focus back on the game and notice the ball ahead coming for the net, the player in front of you tosses the ball high in the air for the spiker to hit, and they do, but not before it's being received back to them by your other teammates. You hear various calls of "got it!' and "Mine!" but the blood rushing to your ears entirely drowns out everything when you realize this is up to you, to set the perfect ball for your Ace to hit and win the game. No pressure.
You think back to the first training session with Suga all those months ago. You're so thankful that he picked up that phone the one day you called. You're thankful for it all and everything that happened afterward.
The overwhelming emotion of joy surges through you and you finally spot the perfect shot, the perfect opportunity.
"Azumane, Y/n, It's yours and open!"
Your captain yells to you as she bumped the ball towards you. You remain quiet and get into position and hone in on the ball. You turn and see your Ace making her way closer, and closer, and closer, and- NOW!
You set the ball into the air and watch as time slows as you see her hand connect with the ball.
Time stops.
And when it resumes, chaos ensues.
The crowd erupts into thunderous cheers and the buzzer rings to declare a winning team, yours!
Your teammates go wild, some fall to their knees and kiss their hands, some jump up and down into each other's arms, some run to their significant others, but you remain still. You take in what happened till it finally hits you that you won, you did it.
You scream out in victory with your hands above your head and you cry tears you've held in all day.
You feel two strong arms wrap around you and look to see your boyfriend with the widest smile on his face squeeze you and kiss you all over in awe.
Even though no words are said, you both understand everything.
You kiss each other and pull away as your team calls you other to celebrate and you join them but not before sneaking one last kiss to your boyfriend.
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Sorry I've been so inactive! I'm taking thirst an request now though! Also, advice on meeting people because I just moved onto campus and no one has talked to me besides my roomates and our down stairs neighbor who I don't know if I like yet.
heheyhey not to be horny bestie but big breeder bokuto/wakatoshi/izuwami
SLKDJFLSDKFJLSDNFLSDKJFVLJZDLFKJSDLJFLSJFS thanks bestie for my first post idea
minors dni
CW/TW: GN reader BREEDING, heavy balls idk, mention of bruises and overstimulation?(I think) UNEDITED <//3
no, because imagine him coming home and shoving u against surfaces like the kitchen table or even your vanity space and just thrusting his hips up into you while his head sits on your shoulder because he's getting a little tired from fucking you and dumping his load inside hours on end :(( <3
"g-god fuck, just one more baby please one more I promise" he muttered, gripping your hips even tighter as his throbbing cock pressed against your entrance once more.
" 'do anything just..one more time." specifically his right hand moving from your bruised hips to your stomach, pressing on it while his chest hovered against your back.
The feeling of his cum inside created a nice warm greeting for himself, using his cock to shove it right back into place. " 'gotta give you a baby right? yeah?" he hummed, trying to distract himself from the urge to just snap his hips mercilessly and fuck you dumb completely.
Honestly, if you didn't feel so nice, you'd most likely notice how his movement became slower and sloppy. Just so desperate to cum again. "Last time I promise" he let out grunting as he pushed his forehead against your shoulder, getting sloppier as he chased down his own orgasm, letting out a god damn hymn of a moan.
He couldn't help but let himself empty his balls inside you, the hand on your hip gripping it and the other holding the counter at this point, knuckles turning white from the pressure.
"Once more?" he called, moving his hands back in place after his cock had dragged itself out of your throbbing hole.
That one Ushijima imagine with s/o in oversized hoodie,,,but his zip-up sweatshirt or hoodie instead. Maybe even his team jersey😌 cuz we need access to tiddies😎 just zip it down and it would look amazing barely hanging off their shoulders
this concept!! makes brain go brrrr ( og post)
Ushijima would go absolutely feral if he sees you in his team jersey. Like just imagine the jacket getting slightly unzipped while you’re climbing onto his lap, and him immediately pulling you forward with a low growl to tug the zipper down enough so that your tits are out.
His eyes would be glued to your chest throughout it all and he’d take his time admiring you with his jersey hanging off your shoulders, breasts spilling out. It’ll make him question how you manage to make his heart swell but at the same time also make him wanna bend you over and utterly ruin you.
Especially as he bucks his hips up into your gushing cunt, making your exposed tits bounce more, leaning his head forward to wrap his mouth around a nipple while his hand tugs and pinches the other one.
He’d probably also love to cum on your breasts while you’re on your knees, jersey still on as you look up at him with the most innocent look in your eyes but you’ve got your cunt stuffed with 2 of your fingers, your tongue hanging out to catch his seed like the good little girl you are.