Short story series
You and Bokuto always had a playful relationship from the start. I was full of "pranks" so you called them- often times someone going a bit too far for the other's liking. However, it was standard procedure in your relationship. You both loved to tease.
That's why Bokuto shouldn't have been too shocked when he suddenly received a text message in the middle of his team's Christmas party. The entire Japan Olympic Volleyball team decided to do a get together since it's been a while they had all met up and Bokuto was gearing to go. Little did he know that the night had other things coming his way.
The ping of his phone catches his ears. He lifts the phone and unlocks it and almost immediately tucks his phone back in his pocket. His head is spinning, searching for wherever you were hiding. He had to make sure his eyes were seeing right. He makes a silly excuse to leave a conversation, finding a wall to make sure no one was behind him before he unlocks his phone again.
His eyes weren't lying to him. There you were, stood pretty in front of his bathroom mirror covered in something that could not be called clothing. You must have taken this pic while he was changing as he had no idea you were wearing this underneath that thick sweater that did not do justice to the body that was underneath.
The black material framed you perfectly and yet didn't cover up any of the spots one would expect. He could imagine it now, how the fabric would feel bundled up in his hands as he hooks himself on it to get a better grip of your body. He'd use it as support till it rips to pull your hips back to meet his.
He was getting hard just thinking about it.
He tucks his phone away before he looks too suspicious. Again, he's roaming around for you and then he suddenly catches a glimpse of your brown sweater making its way to the back bathroom.
Luckily, he's able to catch you in time, slamming his hand against the door and slipping in before you have a chance to close it tightly.
"Bo! What are you doing here?"
He's huffing slightly, showing how urgent coming to meet you was to him. "Don't pretend you don't know, princess."
You can't but giggle slightly, you did love to tease after all. "C'mon, let's hurry," he says, turning you around and pulling you close till your ass is against his hard-on.
"Wait, Bo! What are you doing?"
He pauses, cocking a brow as he's a bit confused. "What do you mean? You started this."
You sigh softly, trying to straighten out your clothes, specifically your skirt that he happened to hike up pretty high. "It was just something for when we get home. You can't seriously think about doing this here!" You slap his head softly, scolding him for being too eager.
"C'mon, baby! You can't just leave me like this. You're gonna send that naughty photo of yourself and then leave me high and dry? Just give me a few seconds with you. I promise I won't put it in."
You hesitate... You were the one who started this after all. Maybe you owed it to him. Plus, he did look pretty desperate. You exhale deeply, unable to turn down his puppy dog eyes. "Fine. But don't be too loud!"
His face beams with happiness. He doesn't even try to hide his excitement. Bokuto turns you around to the same position , hands finding home at your skirt once again. He hikes it up just enough that he's able to get a great view of the flimsy black material.
His breath sounds shaky as it flows down your neck. You're feeling tingly just at the thought of his eyes burning holes through you.
Eventually, you feel something hard poking at your backside. His crotch sits perfectly between your ass as he grinds himself up and down. His pants are snagging the material but it doesn't bother either of you, especially when it feels this good.
