you work for MSBY
oral (giving and receiving), facial, cream pie, 5some
It's hard to say how all of this first started. When you were hired to be the team's physical therapist, you weren't expected to be as involved with the members as you were. In fact, it was not something the members had planned either. It sort of just... happened.
It was all innocent flirting at the beginning. The guys were excited to have such a young face around, especially since getting massages from the 60 year old man who retired wasn't exactly the best thought. But things slowly started escalating. You told yourself it was just harmless, just for fun, they had a lot of energy. And then you had to remind yourself that "boys will be boys" after you accidently stumbled your way into a room where a group of them were relieving themselves together.
You quickly excused yourself, not waiting for a response. The best thing you could do was forget all about it. But you knew you couldn't avoid the boys forever, you couldn't even avoid them for a whole day- not if you wanted to keep your job.
"Hey, Y/N!" It's Atsumu, walking in for his scheduled session. He seems normal, as if you didn't know the length and color of his cock. "So listen, let's talk about yesterday."
"I don't think we should," you quickly intervene, trying to find any mundane tasks so you don't have to face him.
"C'moooon," he's sly as he trails his fingers against the counter. "I know it's awkward but what can you expect from us young-ins. You think we're 20-something-year-old virgins? We'd be monks instead of world famous athletes then."
He did have a point. There was no way they lived this long without blowing a load, watching porn, even having sex. "How do you expect us to perform well without any relief? You surely have to understand that," he says, referencing your job title.
You let out a short sigh, "Yeah, I get it," which you do. It was only natural after all. There was just unfortunate timing.
Atsumu stretches, his arms rising up and then placed behind his head. "Yup, things have been getting stressful lately. Lots of hard practices." You nod along, knowing that their practices were quite intense and there was the added stress of some pretty big games coming up. "Would it be too much to ask for you to help us out some more than you already do? We could really use the extra relief. Say....Thursday at 10PM?"
You pause, not wanting to read too much into the situation before answering. There was no way he was suggesting what you were thinking! You scolded yourself, telling yourself that you had to get your mind out of the gutter. To imagine yourself in that type of scenario was beyond the delusion of a fanfic writer. "What do you want me to do?" you hesitantly ask, words coming out slower than before.
Atsumu smirks, noticing the hue of pink on your cheeks and your obvious attempt to avoid eye contact. "I think you already know."
You're fiddling with a pen and paper, seemingly writing something down but it's just scribbles. "I just want to be sure."
He hums for a second, leaning against the wall. "Why don't you stop by Thursday to check then? I promise we'll make it worthwhile."
You cough into your fist. There was no way you could act normal and do your job at this rate. "I'll think about it."
"That's all I needed to hear! Remember, Thursday at 10! Same room as last time"
And that's how you find yourself outside Atsumu's room again. You didn't even know why you were here. Perhaps the curiosity was too much to handle. You had to find out yourself... or maybe that was just an excuse you kept telling yourself.
