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Atsumu Thirst Trap
CW: NSFW (mild though, I think? haha sorry), cursing
#bokuatsu (!!!)
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Atsumu Thirst Trap
CW: NSFW (mild though, I think? haha sorry), cursing
#bokuatsu (!!!)
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“Bo-kun, yer play was absolute garbage today,” Atsumu says, whipping his dirty towel onto Bokuto’s damp, post-shower fluff of gray and black hair. If Bokuto responds, Atsumu both doesn’t hear it and doesn’t care as he heads straight toward the showers. +
He’d been held back a bit to talk shop with coach and is ready to peace the fuck out.
It isn’t until a bit later when he walks out in a cloud of steam with a towel around his waist that he notices the figure still seated on the same bench outside of the shower room. +
It isn’t until a bit later when he walks out in a cloud of steam with a towel around his waist that he notices the figure still seated on the same bench outside of the shower room. +
Despite his size, Bokuto cuts a compact shape when he’s feeling down. He’s resting his forearms on his spread thighs, and his shoulders are slumped enough for his head to hang low between them as he looks down at his phone. +
Atsumu notices with not a little bit of horror that Bokuto still has the dirty towel Atsumu had thrown at him draped over his head.
“Bo-kun,” he says. “Get that shit off yer head. What the hell’re ya doin’?” He walks right over and pulls the towel off. +
“Bo-kun,” he says. “Get that shit off yer head. What the hell’re ya doin’?” He walks right over and pulls the towel off. +
Bokuto blinks, as if adjusting to the light, and then he tilts his face upward. “Tsum-Tsum, people were saying really bad things about you on the internet today!” he bursts out. +
His eyes are shiny with emotion, and his chest heaves a bit underneath his practice jersey. His mouth is drawn in a tight, angry line.
“Oh,” Atsumu says easily, throwing the dirty towel into the hamper nearby. “Tell me somethin’ new.” +
“Oh,” Atsumu says easily, throwing the dirty towel into the hamper nearby. “Tell me somethin’ new.” +
“No, no!” Bokuto exclaims. He gets up and follows Atsumu to his locker, waving his phone in the air. “They’re saying stuff about your - your - “
Atsumu looks over his shoulder as he starts to turn the combination lock. “Bokuto, use your words, bud.” +
Atsumu looks over his shoulder as he starts to turn the combination lock. “Bokuto, use your words, bud.” +
“They’re talking about your /body/,” Bokuto says in a loud whisper.
The guys have already cleared out, so Atsumu’s not sure why Bokuto’s trying to be secretive, but then he sees the photo on the screen Bokuto tips his way. +
The guys have already cleared out, so Atsumu’s not sure why Bokuto’s trying to be secretive, but then he sees the photo on the screen Bokuto tips his way. +
In it, Atsumu is staring straight back into the camera lens, his eyes lightly hooded, one hand tightly gripping his hair while the other holds his phone steady to take the photo. He has his shirt hem lifted up high and held tight between his teeth, +
exposing the glistening contours of his wet chest, beads of water dripping down his abs. Below that, he’s in a short pair of athletic shorts. They’re slightly rucked up his thighs, and, faintly through the red fabric, is the hint of an outline where he’s hard beneath them. +
“Oh shit,” he says, laughing. That photo’s pretty new. He’d felt hot as fuck in that one.
He turns back to his locker and pulls his phone out of his bag. It’s buzzing in his hand even as he checks and sees that he has a ton of missed texts, calls, and voicemails. +
He turns back to his locker and pulls his phone out of his bag. It’s buzzing in his hand even as he checks and sees that he has a ton of missed texts, calls, and voicemails. +
“Someone piece o’ shit must’ve leaked my account," he mutters. "Guess I’m getting canceled for like the tenth fuckin’ time this year. Goddamn it. It's fuckin' January.” +
Bokuto’s hand is big and warm around Atsumu’s bicep, and it nearly encircles the entire circumference of it as he tugs gently so that Atsumu faces him again. +
“Tsumu,” he says quietly. His eyebrows are drawn together, but his eyes are bright. “Do you have a stalker? Who did this to you?”
Atsumu stares for a moment, and then he bites his lip to withhold a laugh. “Oh my god, you big beautiful idiot.”
Bokuto drops his arm. “Hey!” +
Atsumu stares for a moment, and then he bites his lip to withhold a laugh. “Oh my god, you big beautiful idiot.”
Bokuto drops his arm. “Hey!” +
“Sweetheart,” Atsumu says, unable to help but smile gently, “I don’t care. I put those photos online, people look at ‘em, and I couldn’t give less of a fuck.”
“What!” Bokuto shouts. “But people will see them! They /saw/ them! They’ve been talking about it online all day!” +
“What!” Bokuto shouts. “But people will see them! They /saw/ them! They’ve been talking about it online all day!” +
“Bok-un, what’d I just say,” Atsumu says. He shrugs again, feeling a hot streak of pleasure run up his spine at the thought. “Besides, I kinda like it.”
“You /like/ it?” +
“You /like/ it?” +
“Yeah.” Atsumu watches with growing interest as a red flush spreads over Bokuto’s cheeks. Then he sets his phone down and turns fully away from his locker.
“What, really? They - but they talk about your - uh - “
“Spit it out, ace,” Atsumu says. +
“What, really? They - but they talk about your - uh - “
“Spit it out, ace,” Atsumu says. +
“Your /thighs/,” Bokuto says, looking down.
“Huh.” Atsumu tips his head to the side as he takes in Bokuto’s reaction. “What else do they talk about?”
Bokuto stares at his phone even though it’s going dark. “Um. Your - uh - your abs,” he says, voice dropping low again. +
“Huh.” Atsumu tips his head to the side as he takes in Bokuto’s reaction. “What else do they talk about?”
Bokuto stares at his phone even though it’s going dark. “Um. Your - uh - your abs,” he says, voice dropping low again. +
Bokuto's flush isn’t just on his cheeks now. It has dipped down his neck to the collar of his shirt. Atsumu knows it goes lower. He’s seen it before, but all of a sudden, he’s curious how long it lasts under different circumstances. +
“What else?” Atsumu asks, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. He can’t help it. After all this time, he’s just now finding out that /this/ is what makes sweet little beefcake Bokuto trip over his own words. +
Atsumu hasn’t ever heard this man stutter, let alone when accidentally admitting to fucking tax evasion. And now he wonders, not for the first time, if there are other ways to make Bokuto speechless. +
Bokuto glances back at him through his eyelashes and the wisps of hair falling over his brow. His eyes dart back to his phone. “Your,” he pauses, “the outline of your - um - “ Bokuto clears his throat. “They like your chest.”
“You already mentioned my abs,” Atsumu says. +
“You already mentioned my abs,” Atsumu says. +
“You’ve seen the one photo," he says after another moment. "Did they have others?” Bokuto nods. “And ya looked at ‘em?” Another nod, this time reluctant. “And what’d ya see?”
Bokuto bites his lip, stares back at him, eyes flying across Atsumu's face.
And Atsumu waits. +
Bokuto bites his lip, stares back at him, eyes flying across Atsumu's face.
And Atsumu waits. +
“I saw all of you, Tsumu,” Bokuto says quietly.
“And did ya like ‘em?
Bokuto only stares a second more before he takes a slow step forward. At Atsumu’s widening grin, he leans closer and presses his hand on the lockers next to Atsumu’s temple, boxing him in. “What if I did?” +
“And did ya like ‘em?
Bokuto only stares a second more before he takes a slow step forward. At Atsumu’s widening grin, he leans closer and presses his hand on the lockers next to Atsumu’s temple, boxing him in. “What if I did?” +
Atsumu raises his brow as he tips his head back, plays with the fold holding his towel up, watches as one of Bokuto’s big, broad hands moves to cradle the jut of his hip. It's hot where it lands.
“Then I’d say ya should help me take another one,” he says.
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(end lol)
“Then I’d say ya should help me take another one,” he says.
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(end lol)
So, I am fully aware that there is no way in hell that Bokuto wouldn’t know what a thirst trap is bc he is the definition of a walking thirst trap, ok?
And also, sorry. This feels like a tease. H*rny brain’s gotta warm up maybe. Hahahah! See ya later.
And also, sorry. This feels like a tease. H*rny brain’s gotta warm up maybe. Hahahah! See ya later.
Inspo credit to @maddox_rider's brain-melting gym selfies and thirst traps! Can’t get over them over here, obviously. Ah!
Here are the other Thirst Trap threads - all very NSFW!!
Bokuto (still oblivious): https://twitter.com/mmeeks00/status/1351935751072608262?s=20
Akaashi (very keen): https://twitter.com/mmeeks00/status/1352338740350390273?s=20
Sakusa (very needy): https://twitter.com/mmeeks00/status/1352680196969619456?s=20
Bokuto (still oblivious): https://twitter.com/mmeeks00/status/1351935751072608262?s=20
Akaashi (very keen): https://twitter.com/mmeeks00/status/1352338740350390273?s=20
Sakusa (very needy): https://twitter.com/mmeeks00/status/1352680196969619456?s=20
