Taming My Own Volleyball Player
“Off to meet a boyfriend today or something?”
“Y-yes!?”
In the locker room, she raised her voice in a way that was totally out of character for her. Wiping away the sweat soaking her, she suddenly spiked her tone, then got embarrassed by the flustered squeak that slipped out unbidden. She pulled the towel up higher, pretending to scrub her entire face to hide it. The coach burst out laughing as if it were the funniest thing.
Experience really is everything, she thought. He’s got a knack for picking up on the weirdest stuff.
“Didn’t peg you for it, Sae-rom. Thought our practice bug had zero interest in that kinda thing.”
“……”
“Ah! Is it that hometown friend you mentioned before?”
“N-no… that’s not…”
“Eh, whatever. Not some old-school era where we nag about grit and all that. It’s your private life—I won’t pry.”
He patted her shoulder and headed out into the hall. With their huge height difference, he had to reach up to do it. Years of experience had honed the coach’s instincts sharp. But even he couldn’t have guessed that the situation she was facing now was just an extension of that “hometown friend” thing.
Ah, my appointment with the sponsor rep is almost here…
A meetup with her fan-slash-sponsor, framed as a one-day courtesy thing. But it had stretched on far beyond that single day, and the coach had no clue.
Slam!
She shut the changing room door and hurriedly changed. Slipping into the special underwear she’d brought, her steps felt lighter as she headed out.
*
“Days I get to see Sae-rom always put me in a good mood just looking at you.”
“P-pardon!?”
Mid-meal, she lifted her face from her bowl. His sudden comment sent heat rushing to her cheeks, and that handsome face split into a grin.
“You eat so well, whatever it is. Love that.”
“Ah, uh-huh…”
“Must be all that athlete activity. You devour anything, anywhere.”
“W-well, I don’t have any pesky allergies, and growing up in the sticks taught me food’s too precious to be picky…”
“Ah~ makes sense.”
That was her cover story, but honestly, she’d stopped touching the instant ramen and cheap junk piled up at home. Ever since meeting the rep, they’d hit so many spots that her tastes had gotten a bit refined—picky, even. Her nose now caught subtle off-flavors and fishy smells she used to ignore, and heavy flour bombs left her queasy. Sure, athlete body management played a part, but mostly it was the places he took her: perfectly suited to her palate, and pricey as hell. Plus, she always stacked her plate sky-high.
…I’m totally spoiled now.
Touring gourmet spots, stuffing her to test her limits—it felt like he was some owner feeding premium kibble to his pampered pet. ‘Pet Sports’ for real, she thought. I’m his dog now.
Clink!
“Huh? Done already?”
“Y-yeah…”
Even so, she set down her utensils midway through today’s towering five-layer stack. He loved watching her pack it away, but too much would ruin tonight—
“You’re Moon Sae-rom, right!?”
She jolted. Her massive frame bounced up and down on the chair. A guy popped up beside her, chatting her up. Glancing over, she met huge, sparkling eyes locked on her.
“Wooow… never thought I’d see you this close!”
“Wh-who are you…?”
“A fan! Saw your shorts blowing up on SNS and got hooked on women’s volleyball!”
“Ah, uh-huh…”
“You’re so tall! Tallest in Korean volleyball history, right? Official height 191.7cm…? You’re bigger sitting down than I am standing!”
His booming voice made her flail in panic. Her head throbbed like a drum, drowning out his words entirely.
She knew about “fan service” in theory, but right now, she had zero bandwidth for it. Dizziness piled onto the sudden freakout, but then the rep smoothly intervened from her side, blocking him like he was guarding his own.
“Hey~ sorry about that.”
“Y-yes!?”
“I’m Sae-rom’s manager. She’s super shy in everyday life. Your enthusiasm made her choke a bit mid-meal.”
Smooth lie. But a kind one, meant to help her out.
“Oh…! Sorry, I got carried away as a fan!”
“No worries. She acts all awkward on the outside, but deep down, she loves it.”
The rep mediated gently, and they parted on good terms. He wrapped it up like a pro, turning the hiccup into nothing. Even after the guy backed off, she still felt awkward, but stepping out for fresh air with the rep brought color back to her face. They could’ve taken the car, but they walked to settle her stomach.
“Feeling better?”
“…Yeah. Thank you.”
He smiled to ease her tension. “Was it really indigestion from inside, or dodging fan service?”
“Well… if I’m honest, the latter.”
She sighed. “My height makes me stand out everywhere—walking the street gets stares. But fame as a player? Still weird to me… I suck at fan service.”
“You’ve only been pro, what, three years?”
“Yeah. But I don’t go out much…”
As an athlete, support from fans thrilled her, naturally. But buried in practice as she was, public-facing stuff felt like an impossible genre. A stiff handshake or frozen photo smile was her limit; she avoided it when she could. It had even sparked minor fan backlash at games. She wanted to fix it, but except for days like today meeting the rep, she was glued to the gym, too used to her closed-off routine.
“Of course, I’m grateful when people recognize me…! At home, I rewatch my highlight shorts. The roar when I spike? Electric.”
“But direct contact or chat? Nope?”
“…Yeah.”
“So, bottom line: you’re a quiet exhibitionist?”
“W-well, that’s about right.”
It was her complex, but he seemed intrigued. Staring blankly at the night sky mid-walk, lost in thought, he nodded.
“Cool. Free tomorrow?”
“Huh? …No games, so if I skip practice, yeah, I could…”
“Then let’s meet again tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Got a fun idea for getting to know Sae-rom better. I’ll prep by then.”
Question marks everywhere, but she’d never regretted following his lead. Still, a twinge of disappointment lingered inside.
I wore the special underwear he gifted today…
She swallowed the regret. Begging like a kid? Too much, even if she was kinda his girl.
Anyway, their walk brought them near her place fast. She dragged her feet to stretch it out, but soon they stood under a streetlamp by her building.
“Don’t worry. Tomorrow’ll be even more fun.”
“Y-yeah…”
He caught the wistful note and closed in on her sulky face. Effortlessly, he scooped her up. She was tall, but so was he—built solid, no strain.
Mmwah, smooch—slurrrp… smack♥
Natural kiss time…♥ Light lip brushes turning to tongue work. Proving their time together, she swapped saliva with him in familiar rhythm.
Squish, knead♥ By the time drool strung out like spider silk, his hand was on her ass. Gripping his possession, kneading it like dough—felt anything but bad.
Gulp…♥ Thrilling chills instead. Made her imagine what came next.
But he pulled away. Just as letdown hit after the hype, he whispered in her ear.
‘Smile.’
…!
Squeeze♥ ‘I’ll save it all up and fill you to the brim tomorrow while we play.’
…♥
His thing pressing there… Their height gap made it hit dead-on, rigid. He ground the massive club-like bulge against her, teasing what was coming.
Drip…♥ She soaked. Hungrier below than her stomach today, drenched in anticipation.
* * *
The next day.
“Um… Rep!”
He showed up midday. After a full day’s wait, her face lit up—but his ride and her outfit screamed mismatch at her villa doorstep.
Him in a dress. Not just any: an over-the-top off-shoulder gown straight out of a ball scene. He’d handed it over with instructions to wear it, so she did—but mortifying. Not wanting to disappoint, she’d crammed into it at home and stepped out, but the length and high slit screamed embarrassment. Even oversized, her height made it feel like doll clothes, shortened proportionally.
“You pull off a dress just fine—looks pretty.”
“Th-that’s not the point!”
And he’d brought a limo. TL;DR: In a quiet villa complex, he’d dressed her for a gala and rolled up in a gleaming white stretch to fetch her. Felt like Cinderella summoned to a sudden kingdom ball.
“Why the long face?”
“Cuz… I said I hate standing out…”
“Suits you perfect. Time you wore more than pants or hoodies, Sae-rom.”
Praise galore, but nope. She had zero fantasies about girly clothes.
“Eh, don’t like it? Get in anyway. I’ll explain.”
“……”
“Standing there like that draws more eyes.”
He was right; she caved. Click! Inside, the limo’s ceiling surprised her—high. Straight-backed luxury sofa, mini bar opposite. Dim like a club even in daylight—unimaginable for a country girl like her. Soon as she settled, it glided off, escaping the neighborhood. Ignore the tinted windows, and you’d swear it wasn’t moving.
“Where to?”
“No real destination.”
“Huh?”
“Not heading anywhere special. Today, we play right here, nonstop.”
“…?”
He shifted from facing forward to the sofa across the bar. Beside her tense self in this alien space, he casually tapped the glass partition behind.
“You said you’re a quiet exhibitionist, right?”
“Y-yeah…?”
“From outside this limo? Zero visibility inside.”
“…!”
She gulped, guessing his drift. Peeked at the driver’s seat—just silence.
“C-can’t… see?”
“Nope. Short of a bomb, nothing shows or sounds. Like, even if we did this.”
Swish.
“!”
He slid a hand onto her thigh. Deep side-slit let him reach in easy.
“Hm?”
“……”
Tense and stiff, hands clasped ladylike—he peered down like he’d spotted something. Checking it out, then leaning close to whisper.
“Wearing the gift undies, huh?”
“…♥”
He’d noticed. The words burned with shame, but melted sweet like sugar in hot coffee. Groped roughly, mortifying—yet thrilling gratitude that he’d clocked it right.
“Hah, haa… Rep…♥”
Kiss crashed in. Hungrier than yesterday, condensed—tongue flicking outside, begging love.
Thump-thump-thump! Heart hammered harder than before. Daytime car shenanigans, passersby strolling oblivious outside—made it pound wilder.