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Tonight was the night, you knew it when Thorkell convened you in his personal tent. He pretended that you two have some things to share about the next battle. Liar. But his lies didn’t bother you. Of course they didn’t. 

-You wanted to see me, Thorkell ? you asked innocently. 

The sexual tension was definitely there. Thorkell was barely naked, only wearing thin pants. You could admire his enormous shoulders, connected to his generous chest and abs. He truly was a giant.

-Actually, I wanted to see you tonight, he responded with a strange smile on his face.

It was a hungry smile. Oh god, you thought. He desired you so badly. You approached him, slowly, but surely. His eyes opened wide when he saw you innocently pull your tunic so he could see your breasts through the fabric.

-Fuck this, he growled by taking off the banda he always used to wear. Do you want to do this with me ? Now ? 

-Isn’t it why you wanted me to come ? 

-I wanted you to come to me, but I would add that now, (y/n), I want you to come for me. 

You couldn’t wait any longer. You barely jumped into his powerful arms, and he adjusted the grip so your cunt and his cock were meeting deliciously. Immediately, you could tell that it was huge. His lips crushed on yours, and you appreciated the kiss like it was your first. 

-Take off your clothes, he ordered. I’ll do the same. Where do you want to do it ? 

-On your bed, you responded without hesitation. 

The blankets just called the two of you. It was sweet and warm. 

-(y/n), sit on my face. You can’t imagine how many times I’ve pictured myself doing this with you… 

-Will you shut up ? you said, falsely irritated. 

With no pity for him, you took out his breath with your flesh. It was now your turn to skip a beat : Thorkell ate you like you were his last meal ever. His middle finger pushed his way into you as he caressed your clitoris with his large tongue, circling it. Your legs quickly started to shake over him, but he supported your weight easily with his arms. You could feel the pressure of his hands on your thighs. You ended up coming on his satisfied face a few seconds later. 

-That’s it, baby, he said while tasting you even better. You taste divine, just like I’ve imagined you would.

As a response, you caught his blonde hair in your hands, so you can pull them to help you push your body on his insatiable mouth. He chuckled a little but understood the assignment. 

-Will you now fuck me like your guards told me you will ? 

-What did they tell you ? he asked, while wiping his shiny mouth.

You went down from his chest so you were on the top of him. You could feel his tip waiting to slip into you.

-They told me that… You were a beginner, with no experience…

Thorkell frowned like a kid. It was nearly cute until he said : 

-When I’me done with you, I’m gonna cut their heads off, I swear. But for now, let me prove them wrong. 

Without any warning, Thorkell pushed him into you with no mercy. His hugeness made you scream. He didn’t seem to care and started to pound into you. You could tell he was in pleasure by his eyes literally devouring you. He caught your breasts in his large hands and started massaging them. 

-Fuck, you sighed. You’re so good. 

-Tell it again, he ordered.

-You’re doing it so well, Thorkell the Tall. Love your dick so much. 

Thorkell literally shivered when he heard you calling him by his nickname. He continued to fuck you until, your legs started pressing around his. 

-Gonna come, babe ? 

And before you could answer, he pushed you off him. Surprised and frustrated, you looked at him with an angry look. 

-Get on all fours, (y/n), I beg you. I’m gonna finish you this way.

With lust in your eyes, you obeyed. You felt his cock fill you again and again. In this position, he could fuck you faster and harder. Paradise. 

-Oh my God ! you said after he roughly smacked your butt. 

-Move on it, babe. I wanna see your perfect ass wiggle on my cock before I come on it. 

With tears slowly filling your eyes, you obeyed and took all the pleasure he could give you. After all, creating this story about the guards wasn’t a bad idea. Thorkell took your breasts back in his hands, and pressed them softly. It became hard for you to catch your breath and he noticed it. 

-Stop resisting me, he said. Let it go around me. 

-I just… I’m gonna… 

But you couldn't finish your sentence because your orgasm catched you like a hurricane. Your walls squeezed around Thorkell’s cock, and he let go a satisfied sigh. He slipped him out of you and started jerking himself. You wanted to help him. 

After noticed you moved to go towards him, he gently pushed you on the bed. 

-No, babe, stay like that. I'm coming on your ass, that’s what I want. 

You said nothing and felt his cum spurt on your body. You were recovering from your second orgasm. 

Gently, Thorkell took you in his arms and placed you under the heavy blanket. You could fall asleep just now, what happened just got all your energy. 

-How was it ? he asked by caressing your hair. 

-Hm…Not bad. Maybe I’ll consider meeting you again… 

Thorkell put on his animal gaze. If you two didn’t just had sex, you could tell that he was ready to eat you alive. Now. 

-What about tomorrow night ? I can’t wait to fill this pretty chatty mouth with my cock. 

‘Better move into my room then.’ I thought. There is no use waiting in the hall to see the boisterous man. I wouldn’t be able to see him anyway. Even if he’s tall, the other students around him are all jocks as well, so they’re too tall to see past. No matter, the volleyball team was having a practice match today, so I’ll see him then.

To say I had a crush was a pretty spot on assumption. Ever since I watched that volleyball game as a first year, I was hooked on the sport, or more specifically, the Fukurodani volleyball Ace, Bokuto Koutarou. I don’t think that I would’ve gotten addicted to the sport if I had never seen that incredibly powerful spike in person.

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Today was the same as any other day: The teacher had the same old monotonous voice, the students all ignored me, I couldn’t focus on the notes on the board, and the clock seemed to be broken. Then the bell signaling the end of the day rang.

Jumping up, I tried to pack up and leave the room without being stopped by the teacher. Too bad that plan didn’t quite work out.

“(L/N)-san, could you take these papers to my desk in the teachers’ lounge?” He asked.

'No.’ I thought.

“Yes, teach!” I responded like a good student.

'Why me?’ I sighed inwardly. 'Now I’m going to miss the beginning of the match…great.’

To be completely honest, I would probably be the complete opposite of my fun-loving, incredibly popular, energetic crush. I’m always too quiet, I don’t have that many friends, and I would rather eat than play any kind of sport.

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Walking down the hall, papers in hand, the only thought on my mind was the approaching time restraint. Currently, the time is 15:20. The practice match starts in 10 minutes. I glance at the clock in on of the rooms.

'It’ll take me 2 minutes to get these to the teacher’s desk, and if I speed walk, I can make it to the gym just in time to watch the first serve!’

“Wha-wha-whaaat?!”

Just then, something that felt like a boulder hit my side full force, sending me straight to the floor, papers going everywhere.

“Ouch” I grimace at the pain in my tail bone. Looking up to see what hit me, my eyes locked on to big golden ones.

“Bo-Bokuto-san?!” My face began to radiate heat. This is the closest I have ever been to the ace, we were only about 10 inches from each other.

“Ugh! Uwaa… are you ok? … and wait you know me?” He asked standing up to offer me one hand, his eyes were shining at the prospect that someone he doesn’t know, knows him. I gladly accepted the hand and stood up.

“W-why are you here?! You’re going to be late aren’t you? The practice match starts in like 5 minutes!” I asked while hurriedly picking up the scattered papers. He looked at me rather confusedly, while he also picked up some papers.

“You know about the practice match? You watch?” He asked, pausing in his work to look at me dumbfounded.

“I-I mean, yeah, I like to watch it every now and then…” I responded picking up the last of the papers. I stood back up and faced him, not making eye contact of course. He was still staring at me.

“Here!” He said, thrusting the papers he had collected, in my face. “Sorry again!” After I got the papers from his hand, he started to run down the hall towards the gym, only to stop halfway down and turn around. “Be sure to watch today! I feel good today!!” He yelled while doing warm up jumps. I nodded silently and watched him turn and run away.

I had to run to the gym to get there in time for the first serve, but I’m glad I did, because Bokuto served first. And wow..It was fierce.

'He wasn’t lying…’ I thought watching him hit his 3rd spike. 'He is on fire today!’ The practice match ended without any 'Emo’ mode, and the ace hit about 60 percent of the point-earing spikes.

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To say Bokuto is acting weird, is an understatement. I used to only catch a glimpse of his monochromatic hair, but recently, whenever he’s nearby, his voice is almost a yell, and his head darts around like he’s looking for something. This strange behavior is then followed by his volleyball friends laughing at him. It is pretty amusing to see his head move like an owl, since it fits him so well.

I enter the lunch hall only to find Akaashi, the volleyball setter, glaring at me from his table. He always sits with Bokuto, but I’m not entirely sure it was his decision. I look away to get my lunch. As I turn around, I see my crush running over towards me.

I freeze, everyone is looking at him as he waves a hand and yells “PAPER GIRL!”

'P-paper girl?!’ I think. 'Me?! Why is he running over here?’ I start to move towards him slowly, but something comical happens. Right as Bokuto passes the last table, his foot gets caught on a kid’s schoolbag and he falls forward…right into me.

“Aaahh!” *bang* “…ouch” I say while trying to get up, or rather, I would if Bokuto wasn’t laying on top of me. The whole cafeteria went silent looking at the scene. Bokuto raised his head off my stomach. I giggle into my hand at the sight. The sandwich, that I was going to eat, was now smashed onto the poor man’s head. Bokuto’s face turned bright read as he scrambled to get off of me and stand up. I stood up after him and pulled the remnants of my lunch out of his hair. Bokuto apologizing the whole time. The more time I spend pulling out pieces, the redder and redder my face gets. The lunch hall returned to its noisy nature when I pulled the final piece out of the Ace’s hair. I looked at his face and smiled.

“There! Back to normal! Like it never happened!” I assured the man, who was now standing in silence, a blush across his face.

“Sorry! Thanks!” He said, fully recovering and running away, apparently he forgot what he wanted in the first place. I walk away to eat the lunch that survived the wreck. As I exit into the hall, I hear Bokuto one last time yell, “Akaaaaashi! You don’t have to be mean!” At least it sounds like he’s back to normal. Or so I thought.

After that incident, Bokuto became stranger still. Now instead of him getting loud and looking around when I’m around, he seems to get upset at his teammates and puts his head down.

'Maybe volleyball isn’t going well right now?’ I try to guess. I notice him down the hall, surrounded by the volleyball guys. 'Why does it look like their egging him on..?’ I look away, starting to walk down the hall towards the front gate.

“HEY HEY HEY! PAPER GIRL!” I hear, accompanied by loud running footsteps. I turn around to see the source of the yelling and see the Ace running towards me at full speed.

'Why does this feel like De Ja Vu?’ I think, turing 180 degrees to look right at him. As I finish my rotation, I notice that the man’s face has turned a deep red and his running falters. Just then, I look at the ground in front of him and notice a piece of paper someone had discarded.

'Oh..Oh no!’

“BOKUTO-SAN…Watch-” But I didn’t get to finish because his foot hit the paper and slid a few inches forward. His body carried the momentum right into mine. I tried as best as I could to catch the Ace, but he was just too heavy. I fell backwards, holding him under his arms.

“W-why does this happen every time?” I ask myself, looking up at the ceiling. I hear several people running towards the two of us, presumably the rest of the volleyball team. I look down at Bokuto, his face just happened to land right in the center of my chest. My face gets really hot and I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. Bokuto realizes his positioning and sits up fast. I sit up, too. Both of us still sitting on the floor, I try to lighten the awkward mood.

“Why is it that whenever I see you, I always end up on the floor?” I joke, lightly laughing. Bokuto chuckles looking down, a light blush on his cheeks. Just then the rest of the club cirlces around us. Bokuto looks up, directly into my eyes.

“Well…when I first met you, I guess you could say, I 'fell’ for you.” He said with a smile. I sat still. The rest of the team was just laughing and picking on the failed joke. Bokuto was yelling at his team to shut up.

'Did he…Did he just make a pun?’ Within a couple seconds I started laughing. Bokuto turned to look back at me. I covered my mouth as the laughter just rolled out.

“That- that was so corny!” I exclaim through my fingers, Bokuto and the others went silent. I stopped laughing and regained my composure. Looking back at Bokuto, I noticed that his face went red. Standing up, he offered me a hand and I took it. The hall was really quiet. Bokuto scratched the back of his head and looks away.

“So…sorry about running you over again.” He said smiling slightly. Noticing the awkward situation, Akaashi ushered the other volleyball players away, as they gave their Ace a thumbs up.

“No! It’s fine really!” I assure him, waving my hands in front of my body. He puts his hand down and faces me.

“Ive wanted to do this for a while now, but can we start over?” He asks, “Hello! I’m Bokuto Koutarou! Nice to meet you!” He says puffing his chest out and sticking out a hand for me to shake.

“(L/N)(F/N)…” I say quietly, shaking his hand. He repeats my name with a smile.

After that day, Bokuto makes a point to come talk to me every day. Sometimes with people, sometimes by himself. Although I am elated that he talks to me, he always does rather embarrassing things. The first time he introduced Akaashi to me, he hit Akaashi too hard on the back and caused a scene of smack talk back and forth. The next time he visited me, he accidently pushed my pencil case off my desk and I watched as he picked all 20 items off the floor, assuring me that I need not help. Another time, he yelled my name really loud in the lunch hall to call me over, and his team punched him. Every time it’s something different. I giggle at his antics.

Then one day, Bokuto didn’t come to see me, so I sneaked into the volleyball gym, only to see the Ace miss all of his spikes.

'Ah…so that what it was…’ Just then Bokuto made eye contact with me, and it was like I could hear a cord snap. The whole gym let out a collective sigh. 'Bokuto just entered…the dejected mode…’ This made sense. It had been a while since I’ve seen this side of him. He turned to his setter and mumbled something before running away out of the gym. I stood up.

'He never leaves the gym during practice! Something must be really wrong!’ I then noticed the rest of the volleyball team look over at me, they all let out a second sigh. 'Geh! I was supposed to be hiding!’

I watched as Akaashi walked over to me. I fidgeted with my uniform.

“Sorry to ask this but…” He started, I looked up and saw that he was looking towards the door Bokuto left from. “Could you go talk to him? Since you made him this way, please take responsibility.” He finished looking straight at me. I flinched.

“Y-yeah…sure…” I answered giving a little bow and jogging towards the door.

'Wait…how is it my fault?! I didn’t make him miss his spikes!’

It didn’t take me long to find 'Emo’ Bokuto, he was sitting outside the boys’ volleyball club room hugging his knees and resting his head on his arms. I walked up quietly and sat beside him. The only noise was the squawking of a bird in the distance and the occasional dinging of a baseball hitting a bat. I looked over at my crush. He hadn’t even flinched when I sat beside him, but I saw that his ears were slightly red.

“Hey…” I said quietly. When he didn’t answer, I continued. “Your serve form was impressive today!” I said cheerfully.

“It didn’t make it over the net, though…” He mumbled into his legs.

“u-umm I saw that your last test score was pretty good, you must be really smart, huh?” I said, trying to pick up his mood. He just grunted. This is going to be harder than I thought. I scooted over to sit on my knees in front of him. Laying my hands on his shoulders. I pushed him back so he looked at me. He gasped and I noticed that his face was as red as mine.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it?” I stated seriously. I stared into his wide eyes. He then shook off my hands and sighed, looking away.

“I'mlmm…” He mumbled something…was he even saying words?

“What? I couldn’t hear you.”

“I’m lame!” He shouted with his eyes closed. “Every time I see you, I always look so dumb. You probably think I’m so stupid…” He finished with a puffy cheek pout. I looked at him in silence. He placed his head back down on his knees. I sat back and released a sigh.

“That’s all?” I asked looking up at the sky. Bokuto looked up.

“What do you mean 'That’s all’? It’s a big deal! No one wants to look bad infront of someone they li-” He slapped a hand over his mouth and looked away quickly. I snapped my head back down at the utterance of the last syllable.

'Does he like me? Can I take that as a confession?’ I was in shock, but I noticed how quickly Bokuto was deflating even more. I have to act fast.

“Sure. You have some pretty lame moments.” I said touching my chin. He looked at me like the world was ending. All color left his face. I continued quickly placing my hands on his knees, “But that’s one of the things I…I like…about you.” I released my grip on his knees and lowered them to my lap, looking down at them. Silence. After a few seconds I dared a glance up at his face. It was a mixture of surprise and awe. It looked quite funny. He was the first to speak.

“You..you like that about me?” He asked. I nodded.

“Then..then does that mean, you like other parts of me, too?” I nodded again. He stood up abruptly and picked me up. Holding me by my shoulders, he looked me dead in the eyes.

“I like things about you, too.” He said seriously…too seriously. I giggled, and he released his grip. Sliding his hands down my arms, he grabbed my hands and looked at them as he laced his fingers in between mine. I stopped giggling. I looked up, and immediately locked eyes with the owlish captain.

“(L/N)(F/N)…I..I like you!” He yelled the last part. I flinched at the sudden loudness. My face got even hotter than before. Looking down at our interlocking fingers, I gave a response.

“I like you, too…Bokuto Koutarou.”

I feel like my heart is trying to escape the cage that is my ribs. Its beating is all I hear in my ears, and my eyes are starting to become unfocused. The sparkling white lights are already floating around my vision.

'Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out...'

Nothing is helping me. My vision becoming like a long tunnel that no matter how hard I run, I will never reach the end of. Even though I'm sitting still in the corner of the small room, everything is blurring and whizzing around me. I start to wobble. Darker. Darker.

"H-hey...Are you ok?" Calm words echo faintly in my ears covered by my hands, but my body felt frozen. Although the room was not cold, all of my being rattled.

'Make it stop...please...' I try to speak but the words don't come. My heart beats faster, my breathing is now as fast as my heart. The taste of my breakfast creeping up my throat.

My legs become too numb to even hold me in the fetal position. I fall back, but I don't hit the ground. Warmth spreads across my back as I am engulfed in an embrace from behind. Large, long arms wrap around my shoulders and hold me against the mystery person while I sit in-between their legs. My sight was going black.

"Focus on breathing. Breathe with me." It's the voice again. Calming, soothing. I wait for his first breath. As he sucks in a long inhale, I try to go with it.

Breathe in. Breathe out. I couldn't follow. The first long breath hurt my lungs, making me give up half way through, choking on the air my lungs craved. My chest felt restricted by its own muscles.

"Try again." He spoke, "Breathe in" he inhaled slowly, I followed. "Breathe out." He exhaled twice as slow. I tried my best, and almost made it. My eyes close, but not in sleep. All I could hear is the calming voice pacing my lungs. Breathe in. Breathe out.

Surrounded in his embrace, my world that was black and cold slowly transitioned to one of warmth. The mysterious man rested his hands on my hands, and I released my ears from there clammy prison. Taking my hands, he wrapped both sets of arms around my form. My head was still lowered, but I could hear was his voice closer to me.

"It's alright. Just focus on your breathing. I'm right here. You're doing well." His voice echoed in the dark little room. Opening my eyes once more, I see the end of the tunnel. There were no longer any white sparkles. Looking down, I take in the sight of the arms that held me. The smell of sweat and cologne was faintly encircling me. My body, aching from my tightly woven nerves, sluggishly released. Outstretching my legs, I felt the cold flooring beneath my bare knees.

"Can you hear me?" The voice of my angel spoke. I nodded shakily. "Haaaah... good." He relaxed his arms slightly, but not fully giving up on the embrace. We sat in silence.

A few minutes more, and my consciousness fully returned. My breathing no longer erratic.

With all the feeling back into my limbs, I inhaled once more, as deeply as I could. Releasing it on big push, I forced my head up. Fully realizing the situation I was in, I lowered my head quickly again in hopes that the mystery man didn't see my heated cheeks.

"Th-Thank you..." I started, and noticed a jolt from the man behind me.

"A-ah it's no problem, really!" The man responded, quickly unwrapping his arms from around my body. I moved away, keeping my reddened face bent towards the ground. I turned around to give a short bow, and then attempted to escape.

"W-wait!" A big hand enveloped my wrist. I looked at the hand. It was rather large and rugged looking with callouses. He spoke again, this time quieter.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He whispered. Keeping my head down, my eyes found his face. Halfway to standing, the man looked to be about my age. Even though he was kneeling, he was much taller than me. Hair pulled back in a messy bun, he had the air of a noble. His face, framed by short clumps of the dark brown tresses, looked like it was chiseled out of marble. He would have come off intimidating if it weren't for his eyes.

Oh, his eyes. The color was honey mixed in sweet chocolate, but it wasn't the color that caught my attention. It was as if one could read his mind just by staring into the abyss. Gentle concern was all that I could see. My shoulders subconsciously relaxed taking them in.

Realizing I was staring, my face felt like it was radiating heat as I looked back down, nodding slightly in response to his question.

"Asahi-san? What's taking so long?" A loud yelling came from outside the door. I jumped and look up at my savior for help. "Let me help." The door began to open.

"No!" The man replied, pulling me closer to himself, the door stopped. "I'll be out in a second!"

Standing up fully, the man released my wrist and, instead, held out his hand.

"My name is Azumane Asahi. Sorry for...for hugging you like that." He said, looking away with a slight blush.

Taking his hand lightly, still looking down, I replied with my name. Releasing the grip, I thanked him once again.

"Thank you for helping me. Sorry if I caused you any inconveniences." Without any more to say I bowed deeply.

"N-no it wasn't an inconvenience or anything!" He quickly stated, waving his hands in front of his chest. I stood up, straightening out my spine. Only then did I notice that he was wearing a sports uniform. "Can I ask only one question?" He asked slowly. I nodded, worried that he would try to pry. "How did you end up in the volleyball storage room? N-Not that you aren't allowed in here or anything!" He asked. I released a sigh of relief.

"I-I didn't try to come in here, but I could feel...it...coming and tried to find a quiet place." My voice shook as I answered, and my fingers fidgeted with the hem of my vest. I tried to look everywhere but at his face. He seemed to relax and sighed.

"Well, I guess it's a good thing I was the one to come in here then!" I glanced at his face to find a soft smile gracing his features. He scratched his cheek as he continued. "If any of the other members found you, they would probably have had a heart attack." He finished with a slight chuckle. I wish it lasted longer than a second. Silence filled the room once again. After a few seconds, he spoke softly.

"I know we just met...but, if there is a problem I...I can try to help you. We can talk about it." He spoke, his words floating out of his mouth like poetry. My heart fluttered. I looked up to take in his face. Looking into his kind eyes, I smiled involuntarily. He looked back at me, a similar expression on his face.

"I would like that."

My original piece:  https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/114128993/write/432267648