#meian

his cock has been rubbing against your folds for what feels like forever, always so close to where you need him but not quite there. he's teasing your entrance but never giving you what you want, content to feel you get wetter and wetter with each slow drag.

"c'mon doll, don't get shy on me now," he says, nudging his swollen tip against your clit to get a sharp gasp out of you, "you know what i want."

and you do. he's always loved seeing you like this: his perfect girlfriend — hardworking, diligent, a fucking prim and proper angel when you're out of the house — becoming an absolute slut for him. he loves knowing that you only get like this for him, that only he can corrupt you like this.

"shugo," you whine, arching to try and get more friction.

"what is it, hm?"

"just do it."

he stills, "hmm... do what, exactly?"

"you know..." you raise your arms, trying to conceal the blush that's starting to creep onto your cheeks, "you know."

cute, he thinks, pulling your arms away from your face and holding your wrists above your head.

"why so shy, pretty? need some help?" he teases.

"shugo— just—" you're cut off when he slowly starts sliding his cock against your clit again. it feels delicious — he's thick and warm and so, so big — but he still refuses to push inside you.

"just tell me what you want, sweetheart, that's all you have to do," he says in a voice that sounds too sweet for how he's treating you right now.

"f- fuck me," you breathe out, barely above a whisper.

"i don't think i heard you," he leans down, lips right by your ear, "one more time for me, darling."

"fuck me! please!" you beg, having enough of this, "need your cock so bad!"

"there she is," he finally, finally pushes into you, "love when you get all dirty for me."

the way he stretches you out is sinful, and you can't help the moans that spill from your lips as your back arches in response. he fills you up so well, the perfect balance of pain and pleasure.

"so— mmph!— good!" you whine.

"you like that? you like being my naughty girl? my filthy slut?" he grips your hips with both hands now, slamming into you.

you're nearly too fucked out to say anything in response, just nodding as you reach for him, trying to ground yourself amidst all the pleasure.

"say it, doll," he says "i know you can."

"'m your naughty girl! your filthy slut!"

"good," he says simply.

he angles your leg up, setting it against his hip so he can fuck you deeper, harder, hitting that spot he knows you love. he's not going to let up until he has his pretty little girlfriend screaming for him, and that's exactly what you do. your nails rake down his biceps as you scream his name, and that makes him pound into you even deeper.

"trying to mark me up now, hm? is that it?" he grins down at you, savouring the feeling of your nails dragging down his arms, "go ahead, love. i'm all yours."

you're perfect, he thinks. hell, he knows you are, and that's why he loves ruining you like this. he's practically addicted to the way you look up at him when you're needy, the way you blush and get all shy when he fingers you, the way you start begging when you break. you're fucking perfect.

"gonna come," you softly whine, arms reaching up around his neck, pulling him down to you. he can feel it, too, how close you are and how tight you get, squeezing his cock like it's the first time he's fucked you.

"what's that?" he teases, kissing your jaw and speeding up his thrusts, "i couldn't quite hear that."

"i'm gonna come! please make me come!" you scream again.

-

Sakusa has always been serious about hygiene. But there's a reason why he has switched all of his disinfectant gels for another brand, why his fabric softener now comes unscented.

It's the way you always step closer to him now when the team gathers, how you have no fear of resting your head on his shoulder during bus rides, or how you pull on his sleeve asking for a handkerchief instead of anyone else.

It's a small thing, really. But it's never too small for you.

Now he only needs to be brave enough to offer you his jacket the next time it gets cold.

But he'll manage, he's sure. Because it's you, after all.

-

Atsumu gets a lot of shit for being selfish and egocentric. He doesn't bother correcting them. It's not worth the effort, he thinks.

Let them think what they want to think, he tells you when you ask about it. Because you know the truth.

He might not always be home on time for dinner, but he has no problem triple-checking if that new skincare is really suitable for your skin or paying extra to make sure those new earrings he got for you won't make your skin react.

He wears in your new shoes - and he looks fabulous in heels - because he would never let you get blisters if he can help it and more than once have you tested your make-up on him before trying it out on yourself.

So if the world thinks he's selfish, he'll let the world think what it wants. As long as you're cared for, safe and sound, he can be as selfish as he wants.

-

Hinata often forgets that he's lactose intolerant. More than once you've had to find a nearby toilet and hunker down with a book while he suffered. But he never forgets that you can't eat gluten. And he won't let anyone forget either.

"What about cross-contamination?" Is a sentence he's said so often, Sakusa has threatened to tattoo it onto him.

He's more than willing to try the first bite of your meal - though you suspect it's not just out of concern for you, he's still very much a growing boy - to check if it's really gluten-free and even though he's got a lot to learn in the kitchen, his gluten-free soup is a delight.

And yes, he had to give up beer for you and that sucks sometimes, but he'd rather not have beer at all than to come home and not be able to kiss you. He has his priorities straight after all.

-

Bokuto has become a walking encyclopedia. At least that's what he seems to be trying to achieve. Today he's listed off all kinds of fruits that are suitable for an anti-inflammatory diet and he was only wrong once.

He's not trying to mansplain it to you, he swears. He's just showing you that he cares. That although memorizing stuff sometimes comes hard to him, he wants to make sure to never forget. After all, if switching one fruit out can help you manage your symptoms better, it's all worth it in the end, right?

And he's learning still. That sometimes, it's okay to eat what you've been craving for days, even though it might hurt you a little bit. That sometimes the pain will tie you to your bed even though you've been consistent with your diet all month. That sometimes all he has to do is lay down with you and kiss you, not because he can kiss it better, but because everything is a little easier when you get to kiss him.

-

Walking along a sandy beach, your sandals dangling in one hand and your Fiancé’s calloused hand in the other, the meaning of Paradise is not lost on you. 

Off in the distance, the ocean gleams in the sunlight, the blue is so bright and so brilliant, it blends perfectly with the cloudless sky. The warm grains of sand feels like heaven on your bare feet as you take in the look of bliss on Shugo Meian’s face. 

He’s glowing, since arriving to the island, he has managed to bronze away the faint tan lines he has gotten from the beach volleyball charity tournament he had played in the week before. 

Directly after he had competed in Nationals. 

Needless to say, the Captain of the MSBY Black Jackals was long overdue for a vacation, and you were in no position to deny him. 

“So I made us reservations for that place on the pier tonight,” he says with a content smile on his face. With no team to lead in the off-season, he has dedicated all of his attention to you and your vacation itinerary. 

Which is great because you are just here for the vibes. 

“Do we have any time to stop in and try that cool dessert shop we walked by last night?” you ask hopefully, but you already know the answer. 

“You and yer sweet tooth,” he laughs, furrowing his brows as if trying to picture the carefully printed, possibly laminated list you made him leave in the hotel room. “We could go after dinner.” 

“Really?” you say, your excitement catching the attention of the older woman passing you by, her basket full of beautiful, multi-colored hibiscus flowers. 

She chuckles at your enthusiasm and plucks a perfect flower from the woven basket. Handing it to you with a smile. “Here, this is for you.”

“Oh, I couldn't," you say, patting your pockets for anything you can use to pay. “You find a bundle of folded bills and take them out, but she shakes her head. 

“Please, it’s free of charge,” she says, sliding the stem of the flower behind your ear. “I miss being young and in love.”

“Well, thank you,” Shugo says as the lady nods and turns away. His dark eyes glow like molasses in the sun as he takes you in. “The flower suits you.”

“We should get you one,” you laugh, turning around to see if the vendor is still there, but the woman is nowhere to be seen.

“I think one flower is enough for both of us,” he chuckles, staring out at the ocean without a care in the world. “Should we keep going?”

You nod, “Yes, let's go.” Taking his hand, the two of you walk through the sand. After a while, your feet start to get too hot, and you end up walking where the waves brush against the shore.

The sensation of the sweeping waves on your bare feet feels heavenly, and you let out a sigh of contentment. “Feels good?” he asks as you step a bit further into the water. Now shin-high. You turn and face him. 

“Amazing,” you say as the sea breeze mists your face. “We should find a spot to go swimming tomorrow~”

As soon as those words leave your lips, a large wave barrels into you, knocking you off balance. Your warranty-less cellphone feels heavy in your pocket as you start to fall, but you are caught by sturdy arms. 

“There you go,” he says gently as the water continues to pull to the shore. 

“Thanks for the save,” you laugh, pulling your phone from your back pocket. 

“I thought you wanted to go swimming tomorrow,” he laughs as the sand beneath your feet settles. 

“I do,” you breathe, as a deep reddish-pink blur swishes past you with the receding wave. Your hand flies to your ear, but you find that the flower you had just been gifted is gone. 

It must’ve fallen when you were hit by the wave. 

“Oh no, the flower,” you say, your face falling as you watch it float away. 

One look at your disappointed features has Shugo tossing away any and all reservations he would have as he chases after it, splashing through the knee-deep water, getting absolutely soaked in the process. 

“Shūgo, just leave it,” you call after him. “It’s not worth getting wet.”

“I’m committed now,” he responds, launching forward and grabbing the bright flower by the stem. In his enormous hands, the flower looks comically small, but he holds it with so much care as he wades back toward the shore. 

His shorts are completely soaked through, and the maroon on the bottom of his shirt is much darker than the top. But the real smile on his face is picture-perfect. 

“You didn't have to do that, you know,” you say as he tucks the slightly wilted flower back behind your ear where it belongs. 

“I know you wanted it back,” he smiles, running a hand through his dark hair. “It was worth it.”

“You’re sweet,” you say, your gaze drifting from his eyes down to his lips. Taking the lead, you lean forward and capture his lips in a passionate ‘thank you.’

He is eager to return the gesture; the heat from his lips makes the sun above seem almost chilly in comparison. 

After this little vacation from your vacation, he pulls away. “Did you forget to breathe Honey?” he murmurs against your lips.

You process his words, blinking as you become aware of the burning sensation in your lungs. “Maybe just a little bit.” 

He cracks a smile as he shifts his weight. Looking down at his drenched clothes, he wipes a droplet of water from his watch. “Do you think we have enough time to head back to the room and change for dinner?”

You laugh and press a kiss to his strong, slightly salty jaw. “I think we can swing it.”