**this oneshot was asked to be either male insert or NB so I’ve kept to a very lowkey NB vibe while still having male elements in there, enjoy!
He always had a very stern look on his face while on the court. Focused. Intense. Hungry for that win.
“He’s so hot,” you groaned to your co-worker as you watched through the doors of the stadium while the Azuma Pharmacy Green Rockets did their practice drills.
“He has a bowl cut,” your co-worker deadpanned, “that’s not hot.”
“But it is!” you replied, still fawning over Goshiki as he stepped up to be next in line for the spike.
He took a running jump and smacked the ball down on the opposite side of the nets- a perfect line shot, then showed your most favourite excited smile and looked around to see if anyone was going to acknowledge his immaculate hit.
Your heart nearly broke when no one seemed to have noticed and you moaned sadly as he turned and jogging, neutral faced, to the back of the line.
“Awwww, he’s baby,” you pouted, “I saw you, cutie, that was an amazing shot.”
Your co-worker huffed with an amused smirk and shook his head.
“I just want him to notice me,” you thought as you leaned into through the doors a little to watch him.
You didn’t care if others saw you, you only cared about Goshiki.
“Stop it, you look creepy,” your coworker chided.
“If he just looks at me I’ll be happy,” you whispered.
Almost as if he heard you he glanced across and made eye contact with you.
“Shit, he saw me!” you hissed, completely flustered now as you yanked your head back out of sight.
“Wasn’t that what you wanted?” your co-worker chuckled.
“But he looked at me!”
“You wanted him to look at you.”
“But he actually LOOKED at me.”
“You’re an idiot,” your co-worker said with a laugh, “anyway, you go and be on cleaning duty then if you want to talk to him. Stay back and sweep up, he might just say something to you.”
The teasing inflection in his voice made you want to say something smart back and you were about to retort, but then thought about it.
“Actually, that’s not a bad idea. Then I can die peacefully if he says anything to me. I don’t even care what it is, it could be- ‘hey, move please’ and I would be ELATED.”
“You’re a weirdo,” your coworker chuckled, “I’m clocking off now. Good luck with Mr bowl cut.”
“Thanks,” you replied in a distracted voice, as you had already looked back at Goshiki who was back at the front of the line now and ready to do another spike.
After watching for a little longer you decided to put your plan in action and start sweeping around the edges of the court.
“I might even accidentally bump into him if I play my cards right?” you thought, broom now in hand as you walked into the stadium.
“Ok boys,” the coach called, “that’s enough for today.”
Your heart sank as they all started to head off to the locker room or bathroom and you tried not to let the scowl of disappointment show on your face.
“I JUST get out here and he leaves!” You smacked the broom into the floor angrily then started sweeping in an irritated fashion.
“Coach,” you heard Goshiki call to the older man, “I’m going to stay back and practice a little more.”
“Good, Goshiki, don’t practice for too long though, you need your rest.”
“Yes, sir,” the straight fringed player replied with a stiff bow, “I’ll only do a few more, then go.”
The coach nodded and started to leave, completely unaware of the absolutely euphoric state you were now in as your eyes twinkled from the sidelines.
It was just you and Goshiki, ALONE, in the stadium together. He had to talk to you at some point, right? RIGHT?
You perked up a little, sweeping much better now that Goshiki was still around.
While you worked (who are you kidding, it wasn’t work) you watched him practice serving, then receiving, then setting; and before you knew it you had been standing there for a good 10 minutes enthralled in his presence. Not sweeping. Not doing anything.
“Hey,” he called suddenly, looking over at you as you ogled over him, “you play?”
“M-M-Me?!” You stammered with shock.
“You’ve been watching for a while now, did you get any tips?”
“N-N-No I don’t play I… uh… I work here and I was sweeping and umm… yo-you’re really cool and I stopped and—,”
“You think I’m cool?” he asked, a slightly proud blush dusting his cheeks.
You nodded a little bashfully and internally freaked out as he tucked the ball up under his arm and strolled over.
“What’s your name?” he asked, stopping before you at his lofty height.
“Y/N,” you replied meekly.
“Well, I’ve noticed you around, Y/N,” he said in his mellow, calm voice, “I like that you think I’m cool.”
“Very cool,” you replied, “I hope my boyfriend someday is as cool as you…”
Immediate regret hit you like a freight train the minute the words left your lips.
“Y/N, you dummy, why did you say that?!”
“You gay?” he asked in a very nonchalant manner.
You nodded, “sorry, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable…”
“I’m not uncomfortable at all,” he said, dropping the ball down to his hip then letting it fall to the ground at his feet, “it’s a good thing you’re gay.”
“Is this happening?! Is this actually happening?!” yourbrain screamed as he reached out and touched your hip, giving you an intense look.
“Come with me,” he said lowly, jerking his head towards the storeroom nearby.
With a thumping heart you followed, like a puppy on a leash.
He slid the door open and stepped inside then closed the door once you had entered and flicked the lights on.
“I kinda had a feeling you were into me,” he said as he backed you up against the gym mats, stacked by the walls, “which is good, because I think you’re pretty cute.”
Your mouth opened and closed a few times as you stared at him, trying to formulate a sentence as he caged you in against the mats and towered over you.
“Please… can I….” you rasped with a dry throat as you looked up at him.
“Can you, what?” he asked.
Unable to get anymore words out you decided to show him and tugged on his pants a little, looking back up at him with coyly begging eyes.
“You… you wanna… oh,” he gasped softly, nodding silently when you tugged on his pants again.
“I’ve really wanted to put you in my mouth,” you said as you crouched down slowly, your bum hitting your heels as you went into a low squat.
“Oh?” he asked, looking down at you as you pulled his pants and boxers down, his thick shaft flicking out eagerly as the restrictive fabric was removed.
Your eyes widened when you saw him and you licked your lips hungrily.
“So big,” you moaned softly, gently wrapping your hand around his shaft then kissing the soft underside of his cock.
He groaned as he hung his head to watch you, his brown eyes shining with delight at these little praises you were throwing at him.
“Can I lick you?” you mewled seductively, giving him bedroom eyes as you gazed up at him.
He nodded, biting into his lower lip as you opened your mouth and dragged your tongue up the underside of his shaft from balls to tip, feeling the veins on his cock pulsate as he stiffened with pleasure.
“Mmmm, you taste so sweet, Goshiki,” you moaned, giving him a few more flat tongued licks for good measure.
Goshiki didn’t say much, his face remaining relatively neutral no matter how many different types of licks you gave him; so you decided to push him into your mouth and see if that did anything.
“I’m going to suck you so good.” You promised. “Your cock deserves to be sucked. I saw that line shot earlier and that was amazing.”
Goshiki blushed with pride, his blush deepening as you opened your mouth and pushed him in, the tip of his cock nudging the epiglottis at the back of your throat.
“Baby definitely has a praise kink,” you thought as you closed your eyes and savoured the taste and feel of his cock in your mouth, “I can’t believe this is actually happening! This is absolute heaven!”
While you thrust his cock in and out of your mouth with one hand wrapped around it you palmed your own arousal through your pants, desperate for some attention down there.
“T-That feels good,” he panted above you, his head hanging now as you sped up a little.
“Taking your hand from between your thighs you used it to cup and massage Goshiki’s balls, fondling them and squeezing them gently then rubbing your thumb between the back part of his balls and his anus, right over where his prostate is.
You could feel him getting close to climax already and you kept up your ministries, pushing him deeper into your throat and gagging as the saliva built and dripped out of the side of your mouth.
“Y-Y/N…” he groaned, “I’m getting close, where…”
“I’m gonna swallow all of your cum, I want it in my mouth, please fuck my mouth,” you moaned, having pulled him out of your throat so you could speak while pumping his saliva drenched cock in hand.
Goshiki- unable to speak, nodded instead, then pushed back into your mouth when you opened wide again. He didn’t have to move much because you were doing all the work. You were more than eager to please him.
You moaned a few times while you rammed him deeper into your throat and the groan vibrating around his cock pushed him to orgasm point.
“I—,” Was all he managed to get out before his balls contracted in your hand and your throat milked him of his liquid climax.
His cock pulsated a number of times as he rode our his orgasm and once he had finished he pulled back, breathing heavily as he stared down at you in awe.
You swallowed him down and opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue to show him you had swallowed all of him, and a smirk graced his features.
“Are you going to go and sweep or what?” he asked.
“Huh?” you deadpanned, befuddled as you snapped out of your daydream and looked to your right.
“I said- are you going to go sweep?” your coworker asked, his bag slung over one shoulder as he prepared to leave.
“I was right in the middle of an amazing daydream!” you wailed pitifully, “I was giving Goshiki—,”
“He’s looking at you,” your co-worker hissed, glancing to his right.
You looked back through the stadium doors and Goshiki looked away bashfully.
“Go… GO,” your coworker hissed, grabbing you by the arm and slinging you in through the doors, “go talk to him!”
You stumbled forwards then held up a shy hand in greeting when Goshiki looked back at you.
“Umm, hi,” you mumbled, clutching your other hand in a nervous fist to your side.
“Hi,” he replied softly.
~ END ~