⚠️WARNING⚠️
Mature content ahead. It's not smut but it's not fluff either.
Reader discretion is advised.
Index
H: Hanamaki
F: F/n
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AUTHOR'S POV
It's an easy weekend for the Seijoh volleyball team third-years. They managed to drag Oikawa away from his volleyball obsession to hang out. They exited a cafe, deciding to spend the rest of the evening at a park.
"Why did I have to pay?" Oikawa whined.
"Because the captain needs to treat his teammates," Iwaizumi replied.
"We always buy you milk bread," Matsukawa adds.
"It's about time you spend money on your dear friends, captain," Hanamaki finished with a hard blow. Oikawa crumpled to the ground, twitching every so often. The three boys kept walking until their whining captain jumped back to his feet so he wouldn't be left alone.
His friends further ahead shared a knowing glance, suddenly running off. It took Oikawa a moment to start running after them, yelling in indignation. The other boys snickered, coming to a stop.
"You guys were seriously going to leave me there?!" He yelled.
"A tempting idea captain," they said. While they fooled around at the swings, they noticed a crowd gathering near the basketball court. They went to check it out. Looks like a match was about to start.
Girl vs Boy
The group was close enough to hear the two talk.
"Ready to lose, Ahomine?"
"You should give up while you can."
The Seijoh boys watched the players spark to life. It was like electricity was striking from their eyes. It was difficult to follow everything they were doing. Oikawa was amazed at how fast they were moving. "It's so cool! Wah, she's just as tall as Ushiwaka!"
"Are you five?" The ace replied. "Idiot."
Matsukawa and Hanamaki smirked but they were themselves impressed. It was spectacular. Hanamaki in particular found himself looking at the female player more than the match itself.
"Come on, bluebird, what's holding you back?" The group heard the girl say. She dribbled the ball in one hand, the other on her hip. It reeked of cockiness and irked her opponent. "You're especially annoying today."
They both doubled in skill. Their plays made the crowd roar in astonishment. The girl was giving the guy a run for his money. "It's over, Daiki," she said, dunking the ball on him. He was grounded. He clicked his tongue, swatting away the hand she held out.
"I still hate you."
"Still believe you're the best?" She asked, tilting his chin up. He gave her the same playful smirk.
"The only one who can beat me, is me, F/n-chan."
"Ara," she said. "Too bad you lost our little bet. Have fun confessing to Momoi."
He scoffed, ripping himself out of her hold. "Shut up. I'll do it on my own terms."
The girl swiped her hand up across her forehead, moving stray hairs out of the way. She was drenched in sweat, in all the best ways possible. Oikawa cat-called her from the side. She looked directly at the group and winked.
"Did you see that Iwa-chan? She's totally charmed," the setter said with pride.
The crowd dispersed and her friend eventually left as well. Oikawa begged the others to stay with him so they could talk to the athlete. She was drinking water when the group approached her. "Oh? You're the one who whistled. Nice to meet you, pretty boy."
"So you know a pretty face when you see one."
She used her bottle to tip his chin up. "Mhm, I bet you have a pretty body too. Mind showing me?"
"Wha—"
"If you're shy, we can head to my place. We'll be alone. Just you and me. Hm? What do you say? Sing for me, pretty boy~?"
Oikawa for the first time was bewildered. At a complete loss for words. Iwaizumi didn't pass up the opportunity to mock him. "Finally met your match, Shittykawa?"
The setter glared at his friend for the comment. F/n let the setter go, looking at his partners. Her eyes pierced through Hanamaki. He felt a shiver roll down his spine.
"You're pretty cute." She walked over to the shorter boy. "Perfect kissing height too."
"I see a blush on your face Hanamaki."
"I don't see a girl fawning over you, Matsukawa."
F/n looked impressed. "I like you. Here's my number. Call me." She handed him a piece of paper with her number, grabbed her things and left. Hanamaki kept the paper in his pocket, while his friends all gave him looks. "What, jealous?" He said, smirking.
"No."
"No."
"Yes."
They stared at Oikawa in disbelief. "You have all those fangirls and you're jealous? You piece of shit," Iwaizumi spat. Oikawa held his head frustrated. "She's so hot. Like me! And she flirts better than I do! Why does Makki get the sexy girl? I'm way cooler than him," he boasted.
"Maybe she knows I've got more to hold than you."
Matsukawa and Iwaizumi clutched their stomachs, doubling over in laughter. "He really just—AHAHAHAHAAAAA!"
"Am I lying though?"
"HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAHAHAAA!"
Oikawa crossed his arms, offended. "I'm still better looking."
"Say that to your—"
"Hanamaki, speak another word and it will be your LAST!"
"You're so defensive. Is it that small?"
"IWA-CHAN!"
"HAHAHAHA!"
TIME SKIP
Hanamaki spent the entire weekend talking to his newest friend. She spent the entire weekend flirting with her newest friend. It was Monday morning and time for practice. Hanamaki had nagged her to figure out what school she went to. She refused to tell him, saying he'll eventually know.
Throughout practice, Matsukawa kept teasing him about his new "girlfriend". It wasn't long until the entire team was up to date on last weekend's events. His phone rang making the entire team standby to listen.
INCOMING CALL. . . . . . bb🏀girl
Oikawa squealed at the sight of the name.
[ACCEPT] DECLINE
H: Morning
F: I was beginning to think you were ignoring me, lover boy.
"OH MY GOD!"
"SHUT UP, SHITTYKAWA!"
"OW!"
F: Hmm you're not alone?
H: No, I'm at practice.
F: Hmm, you must be covered in sweat. I'd love to see that.
H: Come on over then. I'll give you a show.
Oikawa choked on his spit while the rest of his team were trying to grasp exactly what happened to Hanamaki.
F: Glady. See you soon lover boy.
CALL ENDED 📳 [📴]
Hanamaki shrugged at the looks his teammates were giving him. Matsukawa caught him in a headlock, ruffling his hair. "You sick dog. You're playing with fire."
"I don't mind the burns she gives me," he replied with a playful smirk. The underclassmen were now curious about the mysterious woman. They were surprised out of their skin when the tall girl walked in not too long after her call. Her face held a proud smirk, eyes scanning for her latest interest. She found him quickly, striding over with confidence. Hanamaki greeted her halfway. "Good enough for you?"
She trailed her hand down his chest. "Not going to show me underneath?"
"Maybe later."
She hummed, displeased with his answer. "What if I want to see it now, Taka-chan?" She whispered in his ear. The subtle lust in her tone sent a shiver down his spine. "You have to wait unless you want to share the view with the others."
"I guess you're right. I'll have you all to myself later," she replied, trailing her thumb on his lips. She noticed the looks of his teammates. "Isn't that cute? They're blushing. Hmm, naughty boys."
The third-years chuckled at their peer's embarrassment. While F/n went around greeting everyone, Oikawa questioned the shit out of Hanamaki. "What was that about? Since when were you two so close? What else were you two doing last weekend? Are you two together? Please tell me you're not together. This isn't real. I don't believe it. Makki, answer me!!!"
"Not yet."
"Not yet!?"
Hanamaki ignored his captain, instead, took the opportunity to get a picture. "F/n, can you pose for me?"
She turned around and gave him a wink with her tongue out.
"Thanks."
He set that picture as his lock screen. Oikawa fainted, not being able to handle everything that was going on. Iwaizumi kicked his side. "So who's taking out the trash?"
"I'm not garbage!" Oikawa yelled, flailing back to life.
"Oh, you're awake? Good, make yourself useful," Iwaizumi replied, dragging him by the collar. F/n laughed at the interaction. "You have some interesting friends, Taka-chan."
"Not more interesting than me I hope."
"Don't worry." She kissed his cheek. "You have my undivided attention. Sadly, I can't stay any longer. I'll see you later, lover boy. Don't miss me too much." She winked and left the gym.
"How are you still so calm?" Matsukawa asked him. Hanamaki squatted down, letting out a heavy sigh.
"I don't know myself. She's so addicting. I can't get enough of her."
"Wow, calm down there," Matsukawa said, patting his back. "We don't need a surprise visit from your friend."
"Shut up."
TIME SKIP
"Oikawa-senpai!"
"You're so handsome!"
"I love you!"
"Marry me, senpai!"
"You're all looking beautiful today, ladies," he said, sending his signature wink.
"Kyaaaa!"
"There's a new hot kid at the gates!"
And just like that, Oikawa's fangirls vanished. His friends laughed at him. The setter huffed, wondering who stole his girls. When the group followed the fangirls they were shocked to see a tall girl wearing their male uniform.
"F/n?!" Hanamaki exclaimed in surprise.
She waved him in greeting. "Hey there, lover boy."
Matsukawa slapped Hanamaki on the shoulders, pushing him forward. F/n pulled him by the collar, smashing their lips together. Hanamaki kissed back but still hadn't fully processed what was going on. F/n pulled their lips apart, licking her own.
"You're good, Taka-chan."
"You're not too bad yourself."
F/n linked their hands, looking back at the shocked girls. "Do you ladies mind if I walk with my friends this morning?"
"It's okay L/n-san!"
"We don't mind at all!"
"Have fun!"
"Thank you, ladies."
She walked inside with the boys. The second they left the public eye, Oikawa flipped shit. "WHEN DID YOU ENROLL! AND WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT?!"
"Don't yell in the halls, Flattykawa!"
"I've been here since day one. I've just been on the down-low. I had no reason to show myself until little Taka-chan awakened my senses," she answered, still not losing her smirk.
"HELLO! The kiss!? What was THAT!" Iwaizumi smacked Oikawa again for being loud.
"Marking my territory," F/n said, looking at Hanamaki. "I don't like sharing."
"You got yourself a keeper Makki," Matsukawa teased, nudging him by the elbow.
Hanamaki swatted his arm away. "You don't say."
The group made it to the third-year building. F/n pivoted on her heel to leave but Hanamaki stopped her. "Aren't you going to class?"
She smirked, bringing their lips together again. She slid her tongue past his lips, savouring him. Before he could satisfy himself, she pulled away. "I am, senpai."
She left the stupefied third year to get to her class. Matsukawa whistled. "She's full of surprises. You're lucky, Matsukawa."
"I am. Aren't I?"
"Don't start acting smug about it."
TIME SKIP
When the remainder of the volleyball team figured out she was his junior, they flipped. Some even whispered they had a chance. But it was all ruined by Oikawa telling them of the "hot kisses" the two had shared. Hanamaki couldn't help but think about what she was doing to him. From the day they met, not once had he refused any of her actions.
"She's got me hooked."
"Yeah hurry and hook up. The sexual tension between you two is killing me." Matsukawa yawned, putting his shirt on. "I have a feeling you'd bottom out though."
"Why are you so curious?"
"So you would?" Matsukawa asked with a smirk.
"Shut up, Matsukawa."
The boys gathered at the gym but it was already taken. The girl's basketball team was warming up. That's when the boys were informed that practice was cancelled. They were free to leave. Surprisingly, they stayed to watch the girls practice. Hanamaki was looking to see if F/n was there. She wasn't.
"Maybe she's not on the team," he thought. His thoughts were broken by the gossip from the girls below.
"Where is she?"
"Probably flirting with some random dude again."
"That girl doesn't know when to stop."
"She's always late. Just kick her off the team."
"We can't. You don't find talent like that everywhere."
Hanamaki clicked his tongue. Iwaizumi noticed his distaste for their comments. "Mad?"
"More than that."
"Don't do anything stupid."
"I'm not Oikawa."
"Hachoooooo!"
"Cover your mouth!"
"Ack! Iwa-chan!"
He texted F/n, letting her know of the events. She burst through the gym doors, still in her school uniform, smiling at the future demise of the team. "So, I heard some people were talking about me? Care to share?"
Iwaizumi gave Hanamaki a look. "Just watch," the boy replied, getting up to get to the ground level. The girls cowered under F/n's stare. She laughed. "You all seemed so lively a minute ago. What's wrong, ladies? Am I...bothering you?" She said, her eyes darkening.
"Of course not, F/n. We were just discussing strategies," the captain nervously replied.
F/n walked over to the captain, towering over her. "No wonder you can't play. No deception skills outside the court either. But that's not a problem. I'm sure you'll improve when I'm gone."
"W-What?"
"This won't do. You should get your hearing checked for the next game. Maybe tone down on the barking and you should hear better."
"Stop staying shit. What do you mean when you're gone?"
F/n snickered. "Wow, a bad player, hard of hearing and dumb, you've got the whole package captain. No wonder you do so well when I take a break," she said, hinting at the horrible losses they suffered during her absence. "How about I simplify it for your air-filled leatherhead, hm? I'm quitting the club."
"You can't be serious."
F/n grabbed her jaw, that dark smile still on her face. "Why would I lie? I'm not you, captain."
F/n let the frightened girl go, walking away. "Oh and before I forget. I wasn't flirting with a random boy. I was flirting with my boyfriend."
"Don't joke with me. You only have flings. You can't keep a man even if you try."
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't talk trash about my girlfriend," Hanamaki said, leaning against the gym doors. F/n spared him a glance. He smirked joining her side. "I won't stop her should she get mad."
"You're dating him!?"
"Takahiro is my man now," F/n said proudly. She linked their hands and walked out, sending her captain a smile. "I hope you win big without me, captain."
Her ex-captain scowled, knowing fair well they wouldn't. F/n pulled Hanamaki against a wall. "So, lover boy, I think you deserve a gift for your cooperation."
"Don't think I'll be pleased so easily."
"That's what I wanted to hear."
Their lips connected and Hanamaki was instantly at her mercy. When he denied her access, she slid her hand to the edge of his shorts, her fingers barely past the elastic hem. He opened up for her to explore. Her tongue roamed, dominating the territory. He tried to top her, but she kept driving him down. Hanamaki submitted. A small moan slipped past his lip when he felt the touch of her hand, feeling him under his jersey. Her cold fingers made his hot skin tingle. He could feel his body growing hotter by the second. They pulled away, a strand of saliva stretching from their lips.
F/n smirked at how breathless Hanamaki was. "Seeing you like this is quite the turn-on."
"Just how much can those sweet lips of yours do?" He countered.
"Hm~ A lot more than you think, Taka-chan. But another time, the others will be here soon." She nibbled on his ears, making him tense.
"I thought you were stopping," he said, slightly trembling.
"Hm? Your voice is wavering, Taka-chan," she pointed out. "Kawaī."
Her hot voice in his ear sent a pleasurable shiver down his body. Her lips trailed down to his jaw, leaving kisses, sucking here and there. She could feel him slightly shaking from her touch. She wanted to continue but she wouldn't embarrass him in front of the others. "I'll hold back for now. I won't be able to control myself if I continue."
She set his hands free, letting him lean against her. Hanamaki was thankful she was slightly holding him up. The team came down a few minutes later.
"I demand explanations!" Oikawa exclaimed. F/n smirked, resting her chin on top of Hanamaki's head.
"I'm dating your spiker, Oikawa-senpai."
"What year are you in?" Iwaizumi asked.
"Second."
Matsukawa couldn't stop his laugh. "You got topped by your junior. How does that feel?"
"You're still single. How does that feel?" Hanamaki countered.
"He got you there Matsukawa," Iwaizumi snickered.
"I still don't understand how this happened," Kindaichi uttered, confused.
"You and me both," Yahaba mumbled back.
"I like them older. Young boys are too fresh for me," F/n said, making all the first through second years blush. Hanamaki sent her a quick text to avoid getting attention. She answered his message, kissing him on the cheek. "I hope you have stamina, Taka-chan."
"I'm a volleyball player. I have more than enough."
"What was that?"
"Nothing, Oikawa-senpai." The team kept stealing glances at the couple. Eventually, everyone went their way to get home. Hanamaki decided to spend the night at F/n's house. The third-years made their jokes which all failed to embarrass the boy. If anything, they were simply boosting his ego.
When they passed her house, she bid the boys farewell, dragging Hanamaki inside. She pulled him to her room, locking the door behind him. She pushed Hanamaki down on her bed, lying against his chest. Hanamaki naturally embraced her. "No kisses?"
F/n looked up. "You'll have to beg for that, Takahiro."
"For you, I just might."
F/n sat up, straddling his hips, grinding painfully slow on his growing erection. "Come here then, lover boy."
Hanamaki growled. "You're too good, baby."
"I'll show you good, love~"
K I S S