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sugamamacustard · 3 years

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Rut

Pairing: Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Atsumu Miya x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Kiyoomi Sakusa x Omega! Reader

Genre: NSFW

Request: Hi, custard💕 your writing is soso wonderful! Can I request headcanons about alpha!Kuroo, alpha!Atsumu, alpha!Sakusa (separately) going into rut with his fem!omega!S/O?

Summary: You and your alpha have been through so much together, but how are the reacting when their rut hits?

Author’s Note: Holy wow guys, going through my requests, there’s a lot of Sakusa ones. So I caved and decided this is a good a place as any to start with him! And thank you so much!

I’m vibrating bc I just got accepted into Uni and just-

Requests: Open!

WARNING: Smut, Daddy Kink in Atsumu, slight bondage in Sakusa’s. Please give me some daddy kink asks

Tetsuro Kuroo

➵Ah yes, thirst asks. One of my favorites- even if I try keeping up the innocent writer façade. I’m not. My other blog has some filthy smut on it.

➵ Anyway, moving on.

➵ Kuroo is a rough lover as is. He teases, he drags you along a long, long road for you orgasm, pounding you into the mattress. and drawing all sorts of pathetic mewls out of you.

➵It’s okay to drool.

➵It’s just his alpha instincts that make him want to mark you from tit to toe.

➵He, on a normal basis, bites you and claws your hips anyway, but when his rut hits?

➵He’s feral.

➵ There will be bite marks littered up and down your spine and bruises practically imprinted on your hips.

➵You better believe you are not leaving your nest until his rut is done. You are stuck.

➵Though he’s always ears open incase you need to tap out, his alpha always always putting you first.

➵But if you stick through it?

➵He is rough and feral and pounding into your poor abused entrance until your sobbing.

➵ You most likely have to plan for his rut two weeks in advance

➵Which is hard between dancing around his pre-rut symptoms and prepping yourself for what is sure to be a week of pure, filthy sex.

➵Okay let’s side bar into Pre-rut bc I don’t think I went into a lot.

➵Tetsuro’s Pre-rut isn’t terrible. He mostly just sticks around as often as he can, growling at anyone who steps too close to you, feeding you his lunch, scenting you constantly.

➵Definitely one of the better ones to have during this time, I tell ya.

➵But of course, he makes it a little difficult while your trying to discreetly stock up on easy grab snacks and water jugs.

➵Kenma helps out a lot though, he honestly is probably your best friend is your dating Kuroo.

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The hand around your throat kept you pinned to the plush bottom of your nest. Your mewls and moans were muffled but at this point you couldn’t hear them, even if you wanted too, through the blood rushing through your ears. Your hips hurt with how hard Tetsuro was gripping them, pulling you in time with his thrusts.

“Fuck kitten.” His growl had you gushing slick around his cock, making him, in turn, growl lower. His hips were moving at such a rapid pace, you couldn’t see them, even if you wanted to. All you could do was feel his cock drag in and out of your gushing hole, pleasure wringing your stomach like a wet towel.

“Alpha- Alpha, gonna- gonna cum on your- your- holy FUCK-” You turned your head to bite the pillows beneath you, feeling yourself tighten around Tetsuro. He sunk his teeth into your mating mark, making you gasp as you came with a loud whimper, pushing back onto him as he continued fucking you within an inch of any actual thoughts.

Just your alpha and how good he was making you feel.

You felt his hips still as a warm load of cum shot into you, filling you to the brim and making you hum in bliss. Tetsuro chuckled, unlatching from your neck and lapping at the pearls of blood poking through. He allowed you to catch your breath before pulling you to sit on his thighs, cock still buried deep inside of you-- his knot just barely staying out.

“Good kitten. Now, let’s see if I can fuck some pups into you.”

Atsumu Miya

➵Alright, let’s set the seeds of how I imagine one of the Miya’s in bed.

➵Atsumu absolutely adores the earth you walk on.

➵Even if he had to fight Osamu for you in the beginning. It was all worth it.

➵He treated you well, worshipping you in bed. There is never a time he hasn’t had you quivering because of his tongue.

➵He, however, is also such an asshole in the bedroom.

➵Like yes, he’s pulling you to sit on his face, but yes, he’s also edging you until your sobbing and grinding your self against him.

➵If your riding him, he’s suddenly holding your hips down and making you cockwarm him while he does some sort of shit on his phone.

➵If he’s holding you missionary, he can just as quickly can pull you into a mating press, locking your arms between your chest and knees, absolutely pounding into your poor entrance.

➵ So while Atsumu can be generous and can absolutely worship you, he also can and will be a huge asshole.

➵His rut doesn’t make it any better.

➵He just gets worse.

➵He either makes you sob with pleasure or beg for something.

➵Like, you thought Atsumu would be the horny, needy, whiny one?

➵You thought wrong. Atsumu knows exactly how to turn his hormones against you, make them work for him

➵Side bar once more: Atsumu’s pre-rut? SUCKS-

➵Sorry not sorry.

➵This man prolly doesn’t realize his rut is approaching until you pop into the gym, excusing him from practice for the week.

➵He doesn’t care about it before that. Sorry man.

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“Is your alpha’s cock not enough for you?” His voice was silky as he hissed at you, fingers clawing at your hips, keeping you perched just above his knot. “I thought I was the horny one.”

You whimpered above him, hands clawing his shoulders as you struggled to hold yourself up. You didn’t want to disappoint daddy, did you?

A harsh smack to your ass had you yelping, throwing your head back as you cried out a mix between a chirp and a moan.

“Answer Daddy when he’s talking to you.”

“I’m sorry Daddy- so sorry! I promise to be good. Be good for Daddy. Patient and good. Daddy’s cock fills me so nicely-” You yelped when another smack stung your ass cheeks, making you shut your mouth.

Atsumu grumbled into your chest, loosening his grip ever so slightly before pulling you up, quickly slamming you down before repeating the process. He ignored any protest you gave, instead chasing his own release. Slick dripped between your thighs, coating his own thighs as well.

“Is my prince(ss) making a mess of themselves?” He snickered, keeping his pace as you built up to your orgasm. You nodded wildly, trying to keep up with his brutal pace.

“Just for daddy!” You yelped, throwing your head onto his shoulder. “Daddy- gonna-gonna cum!”

You nearly cried when he stopped, feeling him chuckle into your chest.

“Not yet, sweet cheeks. After all...This week is all about daddy.”

Kiyoomi Sakusa

➵Sakusa, Sakusa, Sakusa. Where do I begin with you sweet prince.

➵ You know what, we’ll start with our sidebar.

➵It’s not you prepping. It’s him. He like- hardcore- nests. Like he’s the alpha, yeah, but there’s so many things he has to prep.

➵Like your nest? All the blankets have to be sanitized and re-scented and the pillows have to be washed and re fluffed-

➵His room (Where you keep one of many nests) has to be cleaned and reorganized and he has to restock your snack stash and purify the water jugs-

➵God he just has so much to do okay-

➵Sex itself is just a lot of work for poor Sakusa.

➵He’s come a long way though.

➵Only for you though.

➵I can imagine Omi being super into Toys because less... ya know...

➵He’ll still fuck you until your knees wobble and knock together, but he’s also into the little bullet vibrators that he can hold onto your nipples or clit (Dependent)

➵His rut makes these unacceptable. His alpha won’t allow it.

➵He can pleasure you just fine without the use of toys,

➵I can also imagine he’d be super into, like, face to face positions so he focus on your beautiful features instead on the mess below you guys.

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Your wrists were bound above your head with your knees pressed to your chest. The smell of alcohol was pungent under the stench of sex, making your nose scrunch. Omi was keeping you pinned, thrusting in slow, calculated thrusts, grinding against you with ever pull.

You were whimpering with every pull and push of Omi’s cock against your walls, teasing you in the most aggravating, but delicious, way.

You could see the way he eyes your every reaction, beautiful eyes blown with lust tracing every facial feature of yours. Watching every reaction you gave him. Watching you.

He grunted when your walls clutched him a little too tightly, slowing his thrusts a little more. “So good to me omega, letting me use you any way I want. ��

He hissed when the praise seemed to do nothing but clutch him tighter, teetering him even closer to the edge. He wouldn’t give in, pulling out completely, instead replacing his dick with his fingers and teasing your sweet spot (He could practically pinpoint it at this point).

Slick coated his fingers, making him smirk as you withered against him. Turns out, you were just as close as he was, if not closer.

“Now, let’s see how good I can be to you.”

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sleepy-exe · 3 years

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Shapeshifter AU - 14

Iwaizumi x f!reader

<< Part 13 | Part 15 >>

Summary: A little party with all the besties before the MSBY leaves for

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: alcohol, sakuatsu - implied sexual encounter, people get drunk, everyone is happy

Genre: n/sfw, shapeshifter au, strangers to lovers, suggestive, sexual things implied in one scene but thats about it

Part 14: What Friends Are For

With MSBY leaving soon for volleyball matches that will have them away for a couple of weeks, Y/n and the others got together to hang out before the boys’ departure. This time they chose to go to Sakusa’s apartment for a change of scenery with the man agreeing to it, having preferred not to go out. Atsumu, living next door, was the first to arrive at his boyfriend’s place; soon after Y/n arrived as well. Leaving Mizuki and Iwaizumi to complete the party later.

“I hate when you guys are gone for that long,” Y/n cried.

Atsumu wrapped an arm around her shoulders and leaned in. “Gonna miss us, huh?” He winked at Sakusa.

“Of course she will. She always does, just like how we miss her.” He shook from a cold chill. His friends tend to run warmer than he did, so he turned for the bedroom to grab a zip up hoodie instead of turning up the heat. As he stepped through the doorway off the side of the kitchen, he called back, “So Mizuki is picking up something to eat, right?”

“Yup!” Y/n shouted back. She grabbed a handful of veggies from a platter on the kitchen island, then headed over to a sofa. Atsumu followed, picking a seat across from her. As she ate her snack, she thought about Sakusa telling her about Atsumu’s most recent fox outing. “I can’t believe you ran through the parking lot again! Foxes stay away from cars and people, dumbass,” Y/n teased her friend with a goofy grin on her face.

“Ya give me shit as if ya never got caught being a wolf - a wolf - more than once!”

While Atsumu complained, the group completely missed Iwaizumi letting himself in; except Sakusa who had returned to the living space just in time to see the front door open, now wearing his hoodie. Iwaizumi stared wide-eyed at the group. Unaware of Atsumu and Sakusa knowing about any wolves, especially Y/n, he stood there looking between the three. “Wait, what now?”

Sakusa only stood against a wall of the living room, a hand running over his face.

Atsumu blinked twice at Iwaizumi before awkwardly saying, “Hey there.. So, uh, wolves are cool, right?”

Cautiously, Iwaizumi looked towards Y/n where she still sat on the sofa as if nothing weird was going on. “No..”

“Rude,” Atsumu muttered.

Y/n finally turned to Iwaizumi and grimaced before waving him over to her. “Um, ‘Zumi? ..He knows about that.”

“About what?” He slowly went to sit beside Y/n, playing dumb.

She touched his arm. She shifted closer and whispered, “Thank you, but he knows.”

He searched her face quietly. “And Sakusa..?”

Sakusa shrugged nonchalantly, glancing at Atsumu as the blond took a spot next to him. Atsumu said brightly, “Yup. Oh! But Mizu’ does not!”

“And she’s the only one.. why?” Iwaizumi stared at the athletes, brows furrowed.

Sakusa sighed. “You know why. Why else?” He linked pinkies with his boyfriend as they stood there. Pink dusted Atsumu’s cheeks at the small gesture.

Iwaizumi pinched the bridge of his nose, sinking further into his seat. “Please don't say you’re wolves.”

“Actually, I’m a fox.” Atsumu raised a finger.

Iwaizumi deadpanned, “You’re not serious.”

Y/n cuddled into him more. Face against his neck, she whispered, “Please don't be mad.”

Sakusa had already pushed away from the wall and headed for his bedroom, passing the others without a word.

Iwaizumi gave her a wry glance. Concerned, he whispered back, “Why would I be mad?”

She nodded to the side to signal Atsumu. He quickly understood and left the two to give them space, heading the same direction Sakusa had. When she heard the door click closed, she hugged one of his arms to her chest. “Well.. I kept that from you when we talked about me, y’know, back when-“

He reached up and carded fingers through her hair, trapped arm resting a hand on her thigh. “You did say there were other shifters.. Even if you didn’t say who they were, I figured you had to know some. And I’m not mad, but what the hell- Those two of all people?”

Face tucked behind his shoulder, she rushed, voice muffled, “I’m sorry! I just wanted them to feel safe, and it wasn’t my business to tell, y’know?”

“I know.” Iwaizumi spoke gently. He carefully pulled his arm from her grasp so he could wrap it around her. “But can you tell me who else is? You know, so we don’t repeat that awkwardness again. Have anymore friends.. like you?”

“Not Mizuki.”

“Given that you specified that ‘she can’t know’ more than once, I figured.”

“I don’t know of any others in Osaka.”

He pulled back a little, peering at her face. “But elsewhere..?”

Y/n leaned into him once more. “Well.. It is kinda a genetic thing.. Only a few in my family.. Neither of my parents are.. Um, but the other Miya twin might be too.”

He glanced sideways with an eyebrow raised. “Might be or..?“

“Is.” She hid her face in his neck. He could still hear her quiet, “Sorry.”

He sighed and rubbed her back. “No, no. It’s fine.”

Suddenly her head popped up and wolf ears appeared just as quickly, going from alert to pinned back as her face gained a look of disgust. “Ugh, no!”

“What?” Confused, he looked over his shoulder to see what she’s looking at, but only saw an empty kitchen. “I don’t-“

“You don't wanna know,” she cut him off. Disgust still evident in her expression, she could feel her cheeks flush. She smacked at the wolf ears as if she was trying to shoo them away, but they stubbornly stayed. With a loud sigh she added, “Actually, why not.” Her eyes flicked between him and Sakusa’s bedroom door a few times. “Did ya know those two are together?”

“I- No, not really, but..” He followed her displeased gaze past the kitchen. His head slowly turned back to her as he connected the dots. “You.. can hear better than-“

But she had already jumped up and ran to the door she was locked on before he could finish what he was saying. “Hey! You do realize I can hear you right?!”

He clicked his tongue. “Guess that answers my question.”

Just then, the front door whipped open and Mizuki appeared with a few bags in her arms. “Hey guys!”

Spinning toward the new arrival wide-eyed, Y/n leaned back against the bedroom door, wolf ears finally vanishing just before Mizuki looked her way. “Hey Mizu’.”

“Where’s the boys?” She dropped the bags off at the kitchen island and looked between Y/n, who stared blankly back, and the door. “Th-they’re not.”

“They might be.”

“Again?!” She ran up to the door and banged on it as Y/n side stepped out of her way. “You know you have company, right?!”

Iwaizumi turned to the two. “Again?”

Y/n shook her head and made her way back to Iwaizumi and snuggled into his side once more. She bit back a grin. “She may have stumbled into a similar situation before.”

Some rustling could be heard from Mizuki, now back to the kitchen counter, along with a door opening and Atsumu’s voice. “Mizu’! What’cha got there?”

“You really gonna act like nothing was going on there?” Mizuki’s eyes narrowed at the setter.

As the two bickered in the kitchen, sounds of bags crinkling and glasses clinking filled the air. Y/n rested her chin on Iwaizumi’s shoulder. Voice low, “Anyway.. Miya’s are foxes-“ He softly clapped a hand over her mouth and glanced back to the kitchen for a split second, interrupting her momentarily. She resisted the urge to press her lips to his fingers, and pulled his hand away to finish what she was telling him. “‘Kusa is like me.”

He turned his head, lips brushing her temple, and mumbled, “I thought this topic wasn’t allowed with her here?”

Y/n looked behind them to the kitchen. Mizuki was plenty distracted by Atsumu, fixing drinks and snacks. Him purposely making things difficult while she prepared treats and poured wine into glasses.

She turned back to Iwaizumi with a soft smile. “Yeah, yer right.” Leaning in closer she added, “I think they’re not paying attention though.”

“Is that so?” He wrapped an arm around her once more. Now taking the chance to look around the room with the excitement from before passing. This was the first time he had been in Sakusa’s home. White floors with pale beige walls and plenty of windows, the place gave off that light and bright feel with the sun highlighting the floor and any light colored furniture. The space wasn’t particularly huge, but the open floor plan between the living room and kitchen accompanied by the large windows would have one think otherwise.

“What now?” Atsumu popped up behind them with a smirk.

“Nothing. Where’s your boyfriend?” Y/n reached a hand up, demanding he hand over his drink.

Atsumu ignored the warmth spreading across his face and gave her the glass, then turned to get another glass for himself. “I dunno, this is his place. He can do what he wants.”

“Apparently,” she said playfully.

Mizuki made a couple of trips over with a couple of plates before finally taking a seat with her own glass in hand. She spoke a command to an Alexa to play music, an upbeat tune softly filling the room. A corner of her lip ticked up as she looked at the closeness of the two sitting across from her. She grabbed a chicken wing from the table in front of her. “So, I had a last minute shoot come up for tomorrow.”

Y/n’s brow quirked. “Oh? Well that’s good, right?” Lifting her drink to her lips, she spoke into her glass, “Are you leaving early tonight then?”

Mouth full, the model shook her head. “Uh-uh.” She swapped chicken bone for a new wing. “Nah, it's all good. Naomi had something come up and we wear the same size, luckily, so I’m her replacement. But hey, I’ve already seen the new line and it is gorgeous! I’m excited that I get to play with it.” She laughed.

“What are they doing for the winter? I feel like this is a weird time for a new line with their style.” Y/n beamed at Iwaizumi. “Do you want something to drink?” She gestured to the table with various appetizer style food before them. “Eat whatever.”

Glimpsing toward the kitchen, Mizuki called out, “Aye, yo! Bring Iwaizumi something when you come over here!”

He chuckled. “Thanks.”

“Oh! Y/n! It’s not a winter line, it's for spring. Lots of pastels and some pieces have, like, flowers in the lace and stuff.” She bit into another wing. “Super cute and still on brand.”

“Hm. Sounds like it. You should sneak me some pics tomorrow. I wanna see what they look like before the catalog goes live.” Y/n giggled, grabbing some tempura herself.

Mizuki stretched over the coffee table to push a plate towards Iwaizumi until he grabbed food too. “Y/n, you should have stuck with it. You’re so pretty, and I thought you liked it.”

Sakusa appeared and handed Iwaizumi a glass then took a seat by Mizuki, being sure to leave room for Atsumu to sit between them, as to not be stuck with the two loudest of the group talking over him.

Atsumu trailed close behind, chuckling suspiciously. “I remember those days.”

“I’d throw a pillow at you, but I don't wanna spill anything.” Y/n squinted at him.

Sakusa piped up, “Thank you, please don't.”

Eyes shifting from Mizuki and Atsumu to Y/n, Iwaizumi tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. “You never mentioned that.”

“It was briefly in college.. I didn't enjoy it as much as Mizu’, not that I hated it or anything. Just.. not what I wanted to do I guess.”

“Mm, I got her a spot working with the same company as me at the time. Much smaller than the one I’m with now, but it still paid well for college students.” She winked.

“It was.. I just- I considered switching to something more.. comfortable, but then decided I’d rather not spend my days in front of cameras constantly and gave it up once I was in a spot to. I’m still glad I got to experience that though. Not everyone gets to and it’s, um, unique.” Y/n grabbed a small dish and curled up in her spot.

“Hey, it's not that bad.” Mizuki sipped at her wine. “I mean, obviously being half naked in front of a camera isn’t for anyone. But, eh.” She shrugged, grabbing another chicken wing, smacking Atsumu’s hand out of the way.

Atsumu frowned. “Mizu’, are ya gonna share those or not?”

“Eh.” She nibbled her sixth or seventh wing.

Meanwhile, Y/n was half hiding her face behind her wine as Iwaizumi peered at her curiously. “Mizu’, why did you have to word it that way,” she whined, “I would hardly say half naked. I never wore anything revealing.”

Mizuki coughed on a laugh mid-bite. “Nah, nah. I mean, sure, you didn't. You preferred the cutesy stuff over the sexy stuff.”

“Unlike you,” Sakusa said with a half-grin, wrapping an arm around Atsumu, making her gape at his words.

“Pssh! It’s all about comfort level, and there’s nothing wrong with being comfortable modeling lingerie, aight?”

“Hey, I don't think he really meant anything by that.” Atsumu looked at Sakusa. “Right?”

While the three went on back and forth, Iwaizumi diverted his attention to Y/n. Bright smile, voice honeyed, “Just decided to omit that, huh?”

Y/n huffed, but the smile she wore was genuine. “So, I mentioned that she models currently and left out that I used to.”

“And lingerie specifically, or was that one of many things?”

“..That company mostly had that, swimwear and such. I didn’t model much of the lingerie, she preferred that over me.” She glanced at Mizuki. “So, I guess I didn't say too much about my college days, did I?” She returned to the food, avoiding eye contact with him as she bit her lip.

“Hm.. Maybe you should tell me sometime.” He brought his glass to his lips while he eyed her, eyes gleaming playfully.

“Y/n! Want more?” Mizuki was reaching for her abandoned glass, the glass in her other hand empty as well.

“Uh, yeah, I can get-“ She started to stand up, but Mizuki pushed her back down with her free hand.

“Uh-uh, I got it~” Mizuki sang, trotting off with both glasses.

“Sure.. Thanks.” Y/n gave a halfhearted laugh at her friend’s behavior.

As the night went on, the five ate and drank and told stories from college and their childhoods. Mizuki continued talking about her and Y/n’s college days. Atsumu told stories involving his twin or Y/n. Iwaizumi added in some of what he and Oikawa got into as kids. Sakusa mostly kept quiet as he usually did; listening to everyone reminisce, making some comments here and there, occasionally eyeing Y/n and her cuddle buddy while keeping as close to Atsumu as they could get away with.

“H-he didn't!” Mizuki was doubled over laughing at Atsumu’s expense as he whined next to her.

“I’m telling you,” Y/n giggled and sat down her glass, nearly missing the coffee table, “that's what happened!”

“I can’t drive!” Atsumu pouted.

“Yeah, appa-rently!” Mizuki’s laugh began to die down, she found the story of Atsumu’s driving fails extra funny in her drunken state.

Sakusa peered at him, openly smiling, face flushed from the alcohol. “I knew you didn't have a driver's license, but I thought you just didn't bother. I mean, plenty of people don't drive when they live in cities like this.”

“You have a car!” He sunk into the sofa, pout remaining on his face.

“I don’t like public transit.” Sakusa nudged him playfully.

“I don't have a car,” Mizuki added in.

“Yeah, but- You have a license.” Y/n swiped her glass, failing to grab it. Iwaizumi caught it for her and sat it away from her. She seemed to not notice.

“I do,” she drawled out, “I just didnt ever need a car. Didn't have one before uni, didn't need one in uni - ‘specially not after we were roomies there for a bit.” She chuckled to herself. “I just had you take me places! And we could walk to campus. Hey, why do you even have a car anyway? You live downtown. Like downtown downtown.”

Y/n leaned back into Iwaizumi, who silently draped an arm around her. “Ah, well, I brought that old car from Hyogo to college.”

A giggle escaped Mizuki’s lips. “Yeah, until you ran it into the ground.”

“That wasn’t my fault. I swear that thing was about as old as I was.” She laughed at the memory.

Atsumu groaned, “I remember that thing.”

“Hey! It was a fine starter car. Had its, uh, quirks.. but I learned a lot from it.”

“‘Cause it was always breakin’ down all the time.” Atsumu stood and wandered away from the sofas.

Y/n muttered, “Not always..” She caught Iwaizumi’s grin from the corner of her eye and she smiled back.

Mizuki eyed the two with a smirk. “Oh would you look at the time~ I better get goin’.” She started gathering the platters and plates from the table in front of her.

“Let me help with that,” Sakusa mumbled, reaching over as well.

“Get a taxi or somethin’!”

Mizuki snorted. “Well, what else am I gonna do, ‘Tsumu? It’s not like I drove here.” She laughed and walked past them with what she could carry. “Don’t worry about it. Kiyoomi will walk me out, right Omi?”

He narrowed his eyes at being volunteered and the use of a different nickname than what Mizuki would normally use. “Of course.”

Still with her back pressed into Iwaizumi, Y/n watched as Sakusa continued to clean up the table.

“You have the prettiest curls, ‘Kusa,” Y/n mumbled.

Sakusa’s brows raised. He paused briefly eyeing her. “You’re drunk.”

She smirked. “I am. But you are pretty. Take the compliment.”

He shook his head, walking towards the kitchen. “Thanks, Y/n.”

“Where’s Atsu’?” Mizuki could be heard from the kitchen.

Sakusa said something back, but Y/n wasn’t paying attention. She twisted around to look at Iwaizumi, gazing into his emerald eyes. “Mm, yer pretty too.”

He stifled a grin. “Maybe have some water?” She pouted at him so he added, “And thank you. You’re pretty as well.”

She smiled big and sat up. “M’kay. Water probably ain’t a bad idea.”

“Okay. I’ll get you some.” He ruffled her hair and stood.

Y/n watched as Iwaizumi made his way to the others, eyes lingering longer than they should.

Mizuki definitely caught her wandering gaze, a sassy smirk crossing her face. “Hey Iwa..”

Part 15 >>

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leafsgarbage · 2 years

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what you want | m.o.

A/N: Youch this one. Im back lol

Synopsis: You were the right person at the absolute worst time

Genre: Angst, fluff

Pairings: Osamu x reader, timeskip!Osamu x reader

Song Recs: Dandelions - Ruth B, Save Your Tears - The Weeknd, Only Love Can Hurt Like This - Paloma Faith

Word Count: 7k

pt.2

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5 years ago...

“Osamu, please don’t make this harder.” She pleads.

He shakes his head in disbelief, water soaking his work uniform, but he didn’t care. Not when she was about to leave. “I’m not making anything harder Mel, but I’m tryin’ to just- why- why are you leaving?”

Mel had a heart, and she loved Osamu as much as she could, but this was an opportunity she couldn’t pass up. “This is really important to me-”

“Aren’t we important?” He whispers.

She lets her tears finally fall down her face, but it’s not like Osamu could tell, with the rain drenching them. “I’ll be gone for months at a time and I don’t want you waiting for me.”

“I want to wait for you. I’d rather that than not have you at all.” He pleads again.

But she’s already made up her mind, he understands her so well that even he knows arguing with her is futile. “I don’t want that.”

Osamu is upset, he feels like she doesn’t care. “If you loved me enough you would at least try.”

She stares pointedly at him. “Don’t say that, not when it’s an absolute lie. I’ve loved you all this time and I chose you over everything, but I need to do this for myself.”

“Why can’t you have both?”

“I can’t- I don’t want you waiting for me ‘Samu. Maybe one day in the future... if it’s meant to be...”

“It is meant to be. Why do we have to separate?” He asks.

She smiles sadly. “I need to be alone ‘Samu. Without you. I’ve only ever known life with you.”

He shakes his head again. “I don’t want to know life without you.”

Mel cups his face and leaves a long kiss on his forehead. “I love you ‘Samu, and I’m sure someone will love you more than I ever could.”

“That’s not true.” He grabs her hands to make her look at his face, his distraught and scared look. “I don’t want anyone else. I just want you.”

“Please take care of yourself.” She kisses his hands before leaving him behind but taking his heart with her.

“Alright, y/n here’s your list of events that the boys will be at and who you’re inviting.” The PR manager tells you. “You’re in charge of making sure these players highlighted on the paper don’t get into any problems during these meetings. The other assistants will be handling other players.”

“Thank you ma’am.” You sit down at your desk and look through the athletes you were given. Bokuto Kotaro, Miya Atsumu, Hinata Shoyo, and Sakusa Kiyoomi. You look through their social media presence and scour through tweets, instagram posts, reddit posts, youtube videos, the whole lot.

What you have noticed is that Sakusa doesn’t inherently get himself into trouble, he more or less is surrounded by trouble. The ringleader of the bunch being Miya Atsumu. Although, Sakusa does tend to say things that many people online would consider “bullying and insensitive”.

The whole gang of them have charges for public intoxication, dating rumors, vandalism, and celebrity beef. You look at Atsumu’s twitter to find his latest celebrity beef. It is with the owner of a small business called Onigiri Miya.

His tweets read the following:

“Just went to Onigiri Miya and the owner gave me side eyes the whole time! Super uncomfortable.”

“Don’t go to Onigiri Miya, the owner is garbage and not friendly at all.”

“Onigiri Miya has the WORST onigiri I’ve ever had. DO NOT GO!”

You shake your head wondering just why this man would tweet such a thing. There are comments defending the business and others that are just confused. However, you do see that the owner responded to Atsumu’s tweets.

“Yea, how does it feel losing to the Adlers a second time?”

“I only asked you to leave because you were drunk as shit, piss head.”

He was really just roasting Atsumu back in quite a mean way and you wonder what the relation between the two is. It is your job to uncover these things, so you quickly find out that the two are brothers after looking at their pictures and very old instagram posts. “You are fucking with me.”

Once the boys finished practice they met their new PR managers. You walked up to the boys, papers in hand. “Hello! It’s nice to meet you I’m y/n l/n and I’ll be your specific PR manager from now on.” They all greet you and introduce themselves. Atsumu looks at you a little funny but you brush it off. “I’ve seen the recent news on you has been focused on Atsumu.”

The setter scratches the back of his neck bashfully. “Yea about that...”

“I know that’s your brother, but you should think of revealing that somehow, since you are now considered a hater of small businesses.” You respond. Atsumu nods his head. “Sakusa, there’s not much I can say except that your friends seem to get you into trouble.”

He rolls his eyes. “It’s always just me.”

“You’re no saint Sakusa, public intoxication and you were called out for being homophobic along with Inunaki.”

Sakusa crosses his arms and sinks into his sweater. Hinata chuckles looking at the spiker. “It’s alright y/n-san, Sakusa is-”

“Shut it.” He says. Bokuto is confused at what Sakusa was trying to do so he just flicks his wrist to show you.

You try to hold it in, you really do, but the face he made along with the action just made you let out a small chuckle. “Alright boys, if you would just come with me and we can talk about how to sort this out. You’re not safe either Hinata, Mister ‘MSBY Player Caught Dancing with the Enemy.’”

“We at least tried to stay out of sight, heh.” He smiles brightly at you causing Atsumu and Sakusa to roll their eyes. They follow you back to your office and discuss how to overcome these headlines.

“Alright, so today, Atsumu and I will be going to Osamu’s restaurant to take some pictures with him to post on your twitter. Try to think of a caption that isn’t forced, and something you’d actually say.” You remind him.

Atsumu nods. “I already got one.” He smiles deviously.

You pray that these boys make your life just a bit easier.

Atsumu drives all of you to Onigiri Miya. It was just supposed to be you and him, but the boys wanted to tag along, and Sakusa was dragged to come with, so he’s a bit grumpy right now. This shop was the first one that Osamu opened, and he has two more, one in Tokyo, and another in Sendai.

You walked in at a particularly busy time, there were a lot of people enjoying their late night onigiri, but you couldn’t find the owner anywhere. People stopped to stare either because they recognized Atsumu, or they were confusing him with Osamu.

A man rushed in your direction and you lost your footing a bit, but the man who bumped into you wrapped his arm around your waist, not allowing you to fall. “Hey, I’m so sorry about that.”

You look up to meet the same exact face of the player you came with, but a completely different aura and eyes. He looked at you as if he was learning everything he needed to know, and his closeness terrified you but also felt safe. “That’s - um, alright. You must be Osamu, I came with your brother.” You point to Atsumu who just waves. “We just wanted to talk with you, I’m their PR manager.”

“Oh, we’re a bit busy right now, but I can get y’all a table and meet you in a few.” He offers. You take it and the lot of you sit at a booth eating some onigiri.

The boys dig in quickly and you take a bite of yours, not expecting it to be as good as it was. How does something so simple taste so delicious. “Eat up y/n-san. ‘Samu makes the best onigiris.” He says with his mouth full.

Sakusa glares at the setter before getting into it with him and they begin arguing. Hinata laughs and talks with you. Bokuto is enjoying his time eating another onigiri.

“Osamu is a workaholic, ever since a couple years ago he’s been putting everything into his job.” Hinata informs you.

You turn your head to the side in question. “Why? What happened?”

Hinata gives you a worried look and you’re nervous for his answer. “We don’t know specifics, but it was around the same time I joined. Atsumu was taking care of his brother cause he was in really bad shape. I don’t know what happened, but he was a mess.” Hinata takes a swig of his beer taking a pause. “The only thing that really saved him was his work.”

“That’s terrible.” It’s the only thing you can say, you don’t know this man, but you’ve seen a glimpse of what he’s like the way he interacts with people that he’s a much calmer version of his twin.

Once the frenzy dies down, Osamu sits next to Atsumu and stares at him. “What did you do now?”

Atsumu grumbles at his brother ready to give him a piece of his mind. “Actually, it’s what you both did.” You butt in. “Hi, I didn’t really get to introduce myself. My name’s y/n l/n and I’m these four’s PR manager.”

Osamu finally looks at you and his face visibly drops. You wonder what’s wrong with you and if there was something on your face. On the other hand, Osamu is shaken with how much you look like her, it makes him want to leave immediately. Whatever the matter, he brushes it off and sticks his hand out for you to shake.

“Name’s Osamu or ‘Samu whatever you prefer.” Atsumu nudges his brother which he ignores completely, he doesn’t even shove him back and that’s how he knows something is wrong.

You nod with a smile and explain that you’re here to fix this twitter feud between the two of them and Osamu laughs.

“I’m actually making money of him more than losing.” He points at his brother with a sly grin on his face. Atsumu crosses his arms and rolls his eyes. “I actually have if you bring in a flyer of Atsumu and scribble on it you get ten percent off your purchase.”

You put a hand over your mouth to prevent the giggles from escaping you. Atsumu goes to feud with him but retracts. “Actually that’s not bad at all.” You cough to clear your throat and gain everyone’s attention.

“You can still do that regardless, but I just ask that you clear up the online situation by letting people know your brothers. It can be whatever you want, just please make sure that happens.” You put your hands together.

Atsumu waves you off before smiling. “I’ve got the perfect idea y/n!”

Then, he proceeded to take a picture with an Onigiri Miya hat on and took a picture with his brother, a hand on his shoulder and the other pointing at Osamu as well as a bright smile on his face. Meanwhile, Osamu has his arms crossed in his uniform looking away from Atsumu annoyed.

Atsumu captioned his picture on twitter:

“Hey! Guess who owns Onigiri Miya?”

And Osamu captioned his:

“Rich volleyball star is trying to steal my business.”

In an instant the situation was dealt with and everyone online saw that the two were clearly related by their identical looks. You smile at your phone, task completed. “Thank you guys, that went really smoothly, let’s hope the others go by like that. Good work!”

All the boys head out to the car and you head out behind them. “Y/n?” You turn around and Osamu is holding out your bag that you left. “Don’t want ya to forget.”

You smile, a slight blush making it’s way to your cheeks because of how handsome he is. “Thank you Osamu, it was nice meeting you.”

“Come by anytime y/n, next onigiri’s on the house.” He assures.

You’re not sure what this feeling is that causes you to shiver in joy, but you welcome it. “I’ll hold you to it.” And you head out.

When you arrive home that day, you have already fixed half of the things you needed to and you applaud yourself for it. Your phone rings as you make dinner and you pick it up quickly. “Hello?”

“Y/n!” You immediately recognize your cousin’s voice through the phone.

“Hi Lu!” Lucy is your absolute best friend and she has been away from home for a while now. “How is everything?”

“It’s good! Hopefully I’ll be finished with school by the end of the year.”

“I miss you Lu. Come back soon.” The two of you talk for a bit, but it’s very late in Japan so you quickly head to sleep.

The month is busy for you as you struggle immensely with keeping your group out of trouble, but with a lot of work, you’ve managed to put them in a good light. You’re walking to your train station right when you pass by Osamu’s shop. You decide to pop in and see him at the counter counting the register.

Chairs are up and the floors are shiny, freshly mopped. The door chimes as you enter and Osamu begins, “We’re close-” He sees you standing at the door, still in your work attire, heels that are beginning to kill your feet. “Y/n.” He breathes out and that was so terribly attractive you shiver on the spot. “Sit, please.” He drops the money and fixes a table for you.

“Sorry to barge in during closing, I could come back tomorrow?” You offer with a smile.

He immediately shakes his head motioning for you to sit. “I have onigiri with your name on it already.” His words cause you to smile again involuntarily and you can’t help but agree and wait. He brings out two plates, three on each and two beers. “Don’t want you to eat alone.”

“That’s very kind of you, thank you Osamu.” You take a bite and it is just as wonderful as you remember it. “Wow, these are wonderful. I’m sorry it took so long to come back.”

He chuckles. “Don’t worry, you’re managing my brother, I can imagine why.”

“It’s my first big time job, I just want to make sure I’m doing alright.” You sigh before finishing your first onigiri.

“I get it. I was terrified opening up this place.” He leans back, pushing his hair back as well. “It’s also what kept me going though, so I guess it worked out.”

“I’m glad that you’re doing so well, I can see why. These are delicious.” You hold up your second onigiri with a big smile on your face.

Osamu laughs genuinely at your gesture, touched in a way. “Thank you for coming, and keeping me company.”

The two of you talk for what seems like a long time, and you help him close shop even though he insists you not do anything. You get it done together pretty quickly and you head out.

“Can I give you a ride home?” He asks.

“If it’s alright with you, I’d love that.” You two get in his car and you put in the directions on the gps. Your favorite song comes up and you smile. “I love this one, can I turn it up?”

Osamu grins at you. “Well you’ll have to find a new favorite because this one is mine.”

“No way you listen to Bon Iver. Hold on.” You freeze, about to ask a very important question. “Have you seen any of the Twilight movies?”

He clicks his tongue right before pursing his lips. “I unfortunately have seen all of them.”

“You’re- oh my god. I think I like you more now.” You giggle at this new revelation. “You saw all five?”

Osamu hums. “Actually, no I guess I only saw three then, I thought that was the last one, but I do recognize Roslyn. It was in the second movie.”

“Yes it was, I’m impressed. We should watch the last two! I loved the books, but the movies are special in their own way.” You were so caught up you didn’t even realize what you were asking.

He smirks in your direction. “Are you inviting me over?”

Instantly, you flush but don’t let it show. “Ah, only if you want to I guess.”

“I’d actually enjoy it.”

Then there’s that feeling again, but a little stronger.

You end up watching all of the movies all over again, and you stayed up pretty late, almost till five in the morning. It was so late when you finished you offered Osamu to stay the night. “I have some clothes you could have. I was going to gift them to my brother-in-law, but these wouldn’t fit.”

“Thank you,” he says as you hand him the clothes. “You have a sister?”

You shake your head. “No, my cousin Lucy is engaged, they’re getting married some time next year.” He nods as he gets dressed and takes off his shirt. You remove your eyes and turn the other way to give him some privacy. “You can sleep in my bed and I can take the couch.”

“No y/n, this is your home.” He says.

“And you’re my guest.” You spit back with a grin.

“We can share, come.” He grabs your hand taking you to your room. He gets in one side of the bed and you on the other. You’re at opposite ends, but you feel closer than ever. “See, win win.”

“I guess so, you’re a lot more forward than I thought.” He questions you with a look. “I mean if you wanted to get me in bed you could’ve just asked.” Osamu begins squirming and tripping over his words trying to correct your thoughts. You laugh once he’s unable to form words. “I’m teasing you.”

He breathes out before flicking your arm. “Didn’t know you had that in you y/n.” He laughs quietly.

“I think there’s a lot you don’t know.”

“Maybe.” He hums before closing his eyes. You face each other asleep on opposite ends, but even so, his presence brings you great comfort that you fall asleep soon after.

You’re not sure what it was, but you frequented Osamu’s shop a lot after that night and he started stopping by the MSBY gym to drop off food for you.

Under normal circumstances, Atsumu would be delighted that his brother has seemingly moved on, but he knows him like the back of his hand. Something was not right with this.

Your relationship with Osamu moved quickly, not that you minded. He brought you gifts, flowers that you may have liked, but you always had to remind him tulips were your favorite. He fed you well, watched all your favorite shows and read your books with you.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to start dating actually. Everything felt perfect, he was endearing and knew a lot of the things you liked from the get go. You wonder how you could have gotten so lucky.

As you were wrapping up someone knocked on your door. You look up from your desk to see Osamu standing there with a smile and some sweets on hand. “Hey gorgeous, are you ready?”

You were sleeping over his house today to watch Hell’s Kitchen as you do on Fridays. “Your brother is going to be the death of me I swear.” You huff picking everything up.

“What did he do this time?” Osamu snickers while you hand him a picture.

“He met up with a friend for lunch and now the media says he’s cheating on Kiyoomi.” You groan taking the picture back and Osamu has to pull himself back to reality because he was shocked to see the picture.

He decides to just brush it off. “Atsumu is good at making problems for others.” The subject is quickly changed and you hop into Osamu’s car and he closes the door for you. “What do you want to order for dinner?”

“I’m craving soup, can we get some?” Osamu chuckles before nodding and placing a hand on your thigh as he drives. The action makes you smile and you place your hand on his. “Lucy is coming tomorrow, her wedding is in a week, you’re still able to go right?”

“I wouldn’t miss you looking so drop dead gorgeous in your bridesmaid dress.” He brings your hand to his and kisses the back of it.

You laugh talking about how there’s so much to do and making sure Osamu has a suit ready to go. More like he borrowed one of Atsumu’s, but you can’t blame him for working it out.

After you finish eating, Osamu lays on you because he likes it when you play with his hair. “Do you think of getting married ‘Samu?” You ask staring off.

“Yea, I would love to. One day.” He replies.

“What do you think about kids?” You ask, taking a peek at his face.

He wraps his arms around you and squeezes you closer to him. “I think they’re pain, but our kids would be cool. They’ll be especially pretty if they look like you.”

You poke his face and he laughs into your stomach. “You don’t give yourself enough credit. You’re soooooo handsome ‘Samu. So cute with an amazing smile.”

“Thank you y/n, but if they look like you, I think I can say I’m blessed.” Not too much later you fell asleep, and Osamu goes to grab some water before getting a knock at his door. It’s soft so he knows it’s his dumb brother. He opens it and sees him looking bothered. “What’s wrong?”

Atsumu nods his head for him to follow him outside. Osamu follows right after making sure you’re asleep. Osamu crosses his arms and waits for his brother to speak. “I saw Mel the other day.” He doesn’t let him see how much it bothers him, and just waits for him to continue. “And I thought so before, but her and y/n look so much alike... I-” he sighs before rubbing his head. “I just have to ask. Are you with her because she looks like Mel? Because she and her like the same things?”

“Are you insane Atsumu?” He stares at his brother with a disgusted look. “Who do you think I am?”

“I think you’re the same person who tried to abandon everything and lose everything because she left.” He states clearly, and Osamu’s taken aback by how serious he’s being. “I think you haven’t healed at all and that you’re still in love with her. I think ‘Samu, that you’ve done something you don’t realize yet.”

“Don’t talk about her anymore I don’t want to hear anything about her. I don’t know what you think this is, but it’s not that.” He replies.

With that, Atsumu looks unamused at his twin. “Do you love her then?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” He responds. “She takes care of me, laughs with me, she has a her life in order.”

His brother shakes his head at him. “That’s not what I wanted to hear.” He said. “When I asked you if you were in love with Mel you couldn’t even form a sentence. You said, ‘I can’t explain it, but it feels like more than anything I could have imagined.’ That’s what you said.”

“You don’t love everybody the same way.” Osamu grits.

“Maybe not, but I know if you were to ask y/n if she loved you her face would light up and she’d say ‘of course.’ I know it.” Atsumu says. “Listen, I’m not here to dictate what you do, but I know you, and before you get into a big mess, think about it.”

He left after that and Osamu has never been more shocked than he is now. He comes back into the house to see you getting up. “Who came?” You ask rubbing your eyes.

Osamu rubs his hands on his pants, making his way to you. “Just Atsumu, he wanted some left overs.” You nod before turning to get up. “Y/n,” you stop in place and turn to him. “Do you love me? I know we haven’t really said it so much, but I just wanted to ask.”

You blink once, then twice and smile. “More than anything.” He wraps his arms around you kissing your forehead. He’s not sure what he should be feeling, part of him is happy and the other is unsatisfied. Regardless, he focuses on being happy and holding you like this, for as long as he can.

The day rolls around and you’re getting ready to have lunch with Lucy. She’s getting to meet Osamu and Atsumu in one go and they get to meet her. You were able to get Atsumu and Kiyoomi to come to the wedding as your guests as she had some last minute cancellations.

Osamu was driving and you were bubbling about how excited you were. “Lucy is the best, you guys are going to love her.”

“Lucy is a pretty American name?” Atsumu points out.

“Yea, her mother is from the states, and her dad is my mom’s brother, he’s from Japan.” You explain. “I haven’t seen her in over a year so I’m really excited.” Osamu squeezes your hand to show you some comfort.

He drops you and Atsumu at the front of the restaurant. You spot Lucy and she immediately bolts towards you. You squeal and embrace for her impact. You’re both laughing, only tearing up a little bit. “I missed you so much!” You say.

“Ah, I missed you more y/n.” She sniffles before letting go and looking at Atsumu behind you. She freezes for a moment and he looks just as shocked to see him. “Um, is this your boyfriend?” She smiles.

You shake your head. “No, he’s parking right now. This is his twin Atsumu. Atsumu this is Lucy, my cousin, or you can call her Mel. Lucy is her middle name.”

Atsumu doesn’t want to make a scene so he just extends his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.” He offers a small forced smile.

“Haha, like wise Atsumu.” Lucy smiles brightly in order to alleviate any tense thoughts. “Aspen is right inside, he’s just waiting for us.”

You’re about to say something else, but you hear Osamu’s voice. “I had to park pretty far, but I’ll bring it back when we’re done.”

“‘Samu! This is my cousin Lucy. Lucy, this is Osamu, my boyfriend.” Osamu has thought of a lot of ways meeting Mel again would go. He would never imagine that she’d be his girlfriend’s cousin and engaged on top of it.

He didn’t know what to do. This was the same person who broke his heart with no remorse. The same person who left him without anything to look forward to. How could he just pretend?

Apparently she was good at it. She extended her hand with a big smile. “It’s nice to meet you Osamu, I’m glad my cousin is with someone who cares a lot about her.” It’s not that this didn’t affect Lucy, her heart physically ached seeing him again. He was her first love and she could not just forget that.

He clears his throat and shakes her hand back with a tight smile. “Glad to meet you, y/n cares a lot for you.” Just touching her again has sent his mind into a frenzy, so much that Atsumu has to pinch him to let go before it got too long.

“Let’s go inside!” Lucy walks to the table and introduces her fiancé Aspen to everyone. Osamu examines him well, picking every little thing apart.

Dinner went by relatively well. They conversed and it was good that you talked a lot asking your cousin and Aspen many questions. Osamu got up once the bill was paid and got his coat. “I’m going to grab the car, it’s chilly out.”

Lucy also gets up. “I’ll go with, Aspen forgot his license and he drank a bit.” She follows Osamu out and the two walk silent for a moment. “It’s nice to see you ‘Samu. I had no idea you were seeing my cousin.” He just hums in response. “I’m sorry I never kept in contact. It was just too much to hear from you.”

“I’m sorry that was so painful for you.” He says sarcastically.

“Don’t act like I didn’t love you ‘Samu. Like that was easy for me.” She spat at him.

He chuckles shaking his head, but doesn’t miss the way she shivers as she forgot her sweater. “If you loved me so much why didn’t you try.”

“Because I didn’t want to be stuck here Osamu. I saw what it did to my mother and father and I was not going to stay here.” She announced.

“You could’ve asked me to move with you.” He says with a serious face.

“I wasn’t going to have you change your entire life for me.”

“Why not?” He asks. “I wouldn’t have minded.” He stops in his track and takes off his jacket, placing it on her. “I would have followed you anywhere. Because I loved you that goddamn much.”

She knows he’s serious because of how intensely he stared at her. She was at a loss for words, but she couldn’t help but ask, “Loved?”

He continues walking and she tries to pace him. “You’re getting married, does it matter if I still love you?”

“It does if you’re with my cousin, how is that fair?” She pokes.

“How is it fair that you’re asking all of this while engaged?” He caught her and she doesn’t say anything after that. He gets in the car and punches his steering wheel, overwhelmed with all kinds of emotion, but he buries it and drives back to the restaurant, Lucy close behind.

You and Atsumu hop in while Aspen goes with Lucy. You kiss his cheek, not noticing his sour mood at first. “I’m sure Lucy loved you guys, I hope you liked her too.”

“She was very sweet, a lot like you, y/n.” Atsumu says in order to steer away from the deadpan look Osamu had.

“Hey, ‘Samu where’s your jacket?” You ask.

He looks to his side only to remember he gave it to her. “Ah, your cousin was cold so I leant it to her. I must’ve forgotten to take it back.”

“Awe that was sweet of you.” Instantly, guilt consumes him. He didn’t really do anything, but there’s this feeling he has, and he knows he shouldn’t be feeling it for your cousin out of everyone.

You weren’t dumb, you saw something was bothering him, but if he didn’t want to talk, you didn’t want to push it. He dropped you off at home before heading back to his apartment. He saw someone standing outside his door, and it was her.

“I forgot to give you your jacket back.” She says.

He takes it back from her and opens the door. “Thanks.”

She takes a hold of his arm before he goes in. “Can I come in?”

“Why?” He asks.

“I have this very selfish need to talk to you. Can I?” Reluctantly, he lets her in, and he knows its a bad idea, but he does it anyway.

The two talk till morning come, catching up and discussing everything that went wrong. “I never wanted to leave you ‘Samu, but I was scared that I would be held back in this city.”

“Are you still in love with me?” He asks.

“I can’t remember a time I wasn’t.”

“Why are you getting married then?”

She chuckles. “Why are you dating my cousin?” He says nothing. “I don’t blame you, moving on is hard, and she really is the best. I feel icky about you two being together, but it’s really not my place.”

There’s a knock on the door and the pair look wide-eyed. Lucy immediately goes to hide on the balcony. He opens the door and sees you with some breakfast on hand. “Surprise!” You say. “I know you weren’t feeling too good yesterday so I brought some breakfast.”

“Wow, thank you y/n. You’re up early.” He comments.

You snort at this. “I know, but I wanted to make sure you ate well before going to work.”

“Thank you, I love this.” You kiss his cheek and place everything out for it.

“The rehearsal dinner is tomorrow are you still able to go?” You ask and he nods with a mouthful, so you take out your camera to take a picture because he looks too cute. “You look adorable like this.”

He chuckles and brings you to sit on his lap. “Thank you for this, it means a lot to me.”

“I just want to make sure you’re alright, you were pretty down after dinner.” You say worriedly.

“It was just one of those days, I woke up feeling bad.” You kiss his forehead and rub his hair.

“I love you, but I gotta run to MSBY gym, they’re having some press thing today.”

He nods and kisses your cheek. “Good luck.” You smile and close the door on your way out.

Lucy makes her way out into the dining room and sees what you left. “Well that was very nice of her.”

“She’s a good person.” He mumbles eating his food.

“Yea I know that’s why-”

“Hey! I forgot my keys-” You stop in your tracks seeing your cousin standing next to Osamu, a hand on his shoulder comfortably. “What- I- what’s going on.”

Osamu panics and gets up. “It’s really not what you think.”

“I think, I need my keys, I’m late enough as it is. When- when I come back- we’re talking.” You grab them quickly and leave to go to work. You’re not sure what just happened, but your chest contracts and there’s a pain there that won’t go away.

When you were doing promotional videos, the guys saw you were not yourself and wondered what happened. “Hey y/n! Are you alright?” Hinata asks as Kiyoomi silently hands you some water. He was filled in by Atsumu about your cousin, and he wonders if you found out.

You hum and shake your head. “Just a lot on my mind.” You wonder how Osamu and your cousin could have gotten so close, in such a short amount of time. You swear they met just... yesterday? “Where’s Atsumu?” Kiyoomi points to where he’s seated on his phone and you walk over. “Atsumu.” His head pops up. “Do you... do you know who my cousin is? I mean before you met her yesterday.” Silently, he nods. “How do you know her?”

“She was ‘Samu’s girlfriend for a while. She left for the states and broke up with him.” He explains and now you feel like there’s definitely more to worry about than you initially thought. You wonder how you could have not known. She didn’t introduce you to any boyfriend, and when you talked about him she never said anything.

When you got back home you had a million questions, but nothing would really prepare you for the answers. Osamu was sitting on a stool by his island, while she was on the couch, the TV was on but they weren’t paying attention. They looked to you when you came in.

You placed your things down taking a breath before looking at them. “What’s going on?” Osamu then explained what Atsumu already told you. No specifics but you need them.

“I was the one who found him, I wanted to talk to him because I cut off all contact when I left.” Your cousin interrupts.

“Why did you never tell me about him? Did your parents even know?” She shook her head and you saw Osamu clench his jaw at the fact. “Are you still in love with each other?” They say nothing so you blow out a breath trying to take it all in. “Lucy can you give us the room.” She quickly leaves the apartment taking her things. “Do you still love her? Do you love me?”

“It’s, different y/n. I met her at a good place with good memories. When I saw you, you looked so much like her it threw me off and I wanted to get to know you because what was this coincidence.” You stopped listening after he said you looked like her.

Everything that he’s said, you’re gorgeous, you’re beautiful, I want our kids to look like you threw you in for a trip. “So, you only got to know me because I looked like- and we like the same things... Osamu, do you know what my favorite flower is?”

“Why?”

“Can you just answer.” You ask.

He says the first thing that comes to mind, and he’s sure he’s right. “Sunflowers.”

You laugh humorlessly. “Lucy’s are sunflowers, mine are-”

“Tulips.” He says. “I’m sorry I know, they’re white tulips.” You massage your head in your hands your heart feels like it’s going to pop out of your chest. “Blame me y/n, scream at me, hit me, whatever you want. Please don’t shut me out.”

“If she said she wanted to get back with you would you? Answer this please, I deserve it.” You ask as your voice trembles.

“Before you I would have run without hesitation.”

“And now you’ll just walk there?” You shrug. “I mean you’re already one foot out the door right now Osamu so just take the leap and walk out.”

He shakes his head. “If I could love anyone else, it would be you. You don’t understand what kind of relationship it was.”

“If it was so important don’t you think she would have been happy to tell everyone about it?” Osamu looks at you upset with what you said. “Anyway, what do you want Osamu. Not what you should or wish you could want. What do you want.”

“I want to love you like this.” He grabs your hand and stands in front of you.

“But you can’t,” your voice cracks and you cry into him.

He strokes your hair and holds you close. “You were the absolute best person, at the worst possible time.”

“I don’t think there was ever going to be a right time, because you love her.” You sob. “I can forgive you for not loving me. I can’t forgive you for wishing I was her.” You let him go and grab your things quickly and once you get to the door you turn back. “Please don’t look for me, if you were ever going to.” Then you leave, and you see her waiting there still. You sigh, “He’s all yours.”

You leave his place and go back to Atsumu’s because you don’t want to be alone. He lets you in without asking why and allows you to be comforted by him and Kiyoomi, as best as they can.

Despite everything, you end up going to the wedding with Atsumu and Kiyoomi as your guests, and she goes through with it. If there was one thing your cousin loved more than Osamu, it was her freedom, and she would never give that up for him. This city was a prison to her. You don’t mention anything that has happened to your family. It was best not to, but your mother seemed to know something was wrong.

You didn’t know how Osamu was doing, but you knew Atsumu was with him a lot these days. Then turned to weeks and some months pass. You see glimpses of him when he visits the gym on the rare occasion he does, but you make sure you’re out of sight.

“Hey y/n.” Your boss calls out to you and you stand. “EJP Raijin said they’re offering a lead PR manager position and it’s yours if you want.”

“That’s incredible thank you so much, can I think about it?” She gives you till the end of the day and you bring in your four to talk to. “So, I was offered a lead PR manager job at EJP Raijin.”

The boys are all really happy for you, but sad that you’re leaving them. “Hey, when you get there tell Suna I said he’s a bitch.” You’re not even sure who that is but you agree anyway.

When you go to meet the team you’re running a tad late and begin to run. Someone else runs next to you and his jacket gets caught on yours. This pulls you to go a bit faster. “Ah excuse me.” He slows down and looks back at you and notices the situation.

“I’m sorry about that.” You notice his jacket is of EJP Raijin so you ask if he’s on the team. “Yea, I’m a middle blocker, Suna Rintaro.”

You extend your hand to him. “It’s nice to meet you I’ll be your new PR manager y/n l/n. Also, Atsumu told me to tell you you’re a bitch.”

Suna laughs as he really couldn’t imagine how he got into this. He shakes your hand back. “Hi y/n, it’s good to meet you, and I’ll be getting him back for that one.” He smiles.

And you really can’t help but smile back.

A/N: I love Osamu this made me sad for him

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1800s Sakusa Kiyoomi

1800s Sakusa Kiyoomi x fem reader (+small nsfw) minors dni

<•> 1800s Duke Sakusa Kiyoomi or ‘The Dark Duke’ may be a man of few words but he is highly respected and feared. He’d inherited his fathers properties after an untimely death, and did well to take his father’s wealth to greater heights. Kiyoomi does not like people. Little people, big people, old people, young people, dead people and living. The person Kiyoomi dislikes the most is his cousin Komori. (Jk lol)

<•> 1800s Kiyoomi’s current concern is the fact that his mother is pushing him towards marriage “you cannot continue this any longer! You must settle down, as your mother I wish to see you happy with a loving wife and family” she’d nag on and on with stupid Komori backing her every word. After months of arguing back and forth, Kiyoomi decided to listen to her and get married to the maiden of her choice. He thought it would be beneficial anyway as the other rulers had been beginning to see him as inferior.

<•> And so, 1800s Kiyoomi Did what he had to do like the good son he was and got married shortly after to Lady (Y/n) of one of the Neighboring capitals. He couldn’t deny the fact that you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. Of course he wouldn’t budge easily. It would take much more than a face to woo the duke.

<•> Soon after, 1800s Sakusa quickly grew intrigued by you. You were passionate yet fierce, you’d already set new rules as the lady of his house, fishing out any incompetent or thieving staff as he’d been too busy to notice. You changed his diet, making sure he ate healthier food “I’m simply making sure my husband lives a long life” you’d say with a smile making his cheeks warm up slightly. You wore the most glamorous clothing yet kept up with all the politics and history from both your land and his. He adored how smart you were. ‘That’s my wife’ he thought proudly as you lecturer one of his advisors who made a rookie mistake.

<•> 1800s Sakusa secretly enjoys how you force your way into his schedule to spend time with him “we must make time for eachother if you want this to be a happy marriage, Your grace” you’d say to him arranging the various snacks you had the chef prepare as he smiles, looking at the scenery. He’d nod and you listen intently as you told him jokes and stories from your homeland: he could tell you were a stubborn child from the cheeky grin you had, explaining how you snuck out of your house to see a festival. Kiyoomi also liked how you didn’t force him to speak as he wasn’t much of a talker. He didn’t mind listening since it was clear you always had a lot to say.

<•> You and 1800s Sakusa weren’t exactly acting like a couple but it was clear he didn’t mind your presence. He’d insist on having dinner when you were eating instead of his usual late night meals. He tried to be discreet, watching you read your books from his study window but you knew he was watching you, to catch him off guard you’d look straight at him and wave. Making him turn away quickly. Kiyoomi grew surprised at himself. He didn’t think he’d ever be in love with anyone and honestly he wasn’t used to this type of treatment.

<•> 1800s Sakusa has convinced himself that you, his wife, had to be some sort of gift from the heavens or something. He’d gained some tendencies he wasn’t exactly proud of; like watching you sleep. His fingers would trace down the bridge of your beautiful nose, to your luscious lips and at times wonder what it would be like to kiss you, he’d been getting thoughts like that as of recent. With a soft smile on his face, he could only imagine you smiling at him, kissing him, maybe even mothering his children. Would you love them dearly like his mother did him? A lot of thoughts crossed his mind. Did you feel the way he did? He’d go to sleep anxious hoping this gift he’d been holding in his hands wouldn’t slip through this fingers. At times you’d wake up with your bodies intertwined. You’d smile at him, of course. because you knew your husband wasn’t quite sure of his feelings yet, and you’d just have to be patient till he was sure of himself .

<•> 1800s Kiyoomi respects you and he doesn’t approve of any of the other leaders speaking ill of you. You’d already made your mark spreading a little controversy as you weren’t the type to sit still whilst the snake-like ladies of court said foolish things. But what you did this day in particular took the tea. It was one to correct your staff, but it was another thing to Educate another aristocrat. “Perhaps you’d do best to speak to your wife, Count. Perhaps his grace may overlook it but I most definitely won’t stand by and watch her speak such baseless rumors about my husband” You threatened glaring at the old man as though he were a piece of dog shit. Kiyoomi had never been more proud he smiled, staring at you with such admiration.

<•> 1800s Sakusa liked that you two had gotten closer, he liked the fact that could play with his hair and you didn’t address him as the ‘Dark Duke’ like others. You’d changed him. He sometimes thought that was a blessing and a curse, as he felt he’d become too merciful and soft. He grew jealous and angry when he’d sometimes see you jesting with others as he felt that could only be done with him but he also didn’t want to seem possessive. It would crush him if you were annoyed at him.

<•> 1800s Sakusa was absolutely horrified once he found out you’d been poisoned. All hell broke loose an it took much more than Komori, his mother and his guard squadron to contain his wrath. How dare they mess with his wife? Kiyoomi went on a rampage making sure to behead anyone involved in the poisoning of his lady. It seemed they’d all forgotten that ‘The Dark Duke’ was not to be messed with. “Find them Komori, find the bastard that dared mess with my wife”.

<•> It was obvious to everyone else, and finally. It was obvious to 1800s Kiyoomi that he was absolutely captivated and hopelessly in love with you. He’d sit at your side hoping for any changes in your condition. You slept for 4 days, your moist lips were dry and cracked, your complexion was pale, and the doctor said he wasn’t quite sure of your recovery. “Please…please don’t leave me” he whispered holding your hand in his. He’d never truly understood or felt happiness in that sort of way and he felt like he’d been robbed.

<•> 1800s Sakusa had never been more relieved when your eyes opened for the first time in 6 days. His heartbeat grew rapid and his eyes stung a bit so he did the only thing he’s seen fit, cupping your cheeks in his large hands he pressed his lips onto yours for the first time since your wedding day “(Y/n), Do not ever think of dying on me or else” He said glaring at your dumbfounded features “Is something wrong…?” You asked, confused as the man climbed onto bed, pulling you into his lap. “How dare you drink poison without my permission!!” He yelled hugging you tightly

<•> You found it funny how 1800s Sakusa was being so cautious over you, he’d bring you breakfast in bed and insist on staying by your side, saying he was only doing that to make sure you wouldn’t pass out again. “Mhm? Your grace shouldn’t you just say you want to stay with me?” you smirked up at the man cuddling you in his lap. “Perhaps…” he whispered burying his face in the crook of your neck.

<•> 1800s Kiyoomi was nervous, he’d never planned a date before and there he was sitting beside you. It was late at night and his ‘Night Picnic’ plan was a success. He watched you ramble away before it all came pouring out. “I love you, (Y/n)” he said almost inaudible. You kept speaking as you were sure that happened in your head “(Y/n)…I- I said I love you…” he said again, this time coming out a little more shaky. Did you not feel the same way?’ He froze. This was the first time he’d confessed to someone and maybe it’d be the first rejection? “Why are you looking at me like that?” You smiled at him, locking your arms around his neck “I’m a little angry at you for saying it first” you added, finally kissing him.“I love you too, Kiyoomi”

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<•> 1800s Kiyoomi was never really the type to spend time on sex and the usual male urges. How could he? With his title and the multiple properties and businesses he owned he never truly found time to sleep around like his fellow males. But yeah, he knew his way around sex. Now that his beautiful Duchess had been around for a while he’d been getting sudden pangs of arousal quite often. The smallest thing would make his cock twitch in his pants; your smile, the sound of your voice. the glint in your eyes when you wanted to say something mischievous, he wondered if that snarky mouth of yours ever had a cock inside it. You’d catch him staring at you at times and wonder what in the world he could be thinking about. Kiyoomi on the other hand, was just patiently waiting for permission to spread your legs open and temporarily seize your ability to walk.

<•> If by accident you interrupt one of 1800s Kiyoomi’s meetings, he will make sure to invite you in and sit you on his lap. “I can come another time” you’d insist. “It’s fine.” And if anyone dared to oppose, he’d send them a glare. “If anyone has an issue with my wife, you have an issue with me. Is that clear?”

<•> When it’s just you both in his study, 1800s Kiyoomi will slip his hand under your dress, gently stroking between your thighs as he slowly inches closer to your moistened core. “Is something the matter, my dear?” He smirks as you bury your face into his neck, on the brink of climax. He loved the sight of you begging.

<•> When you’d given him the impression that you were ready to consummate your marriage. 1800s Kiyoomi knew he had to make your first night special. He’d prepared wine, flowers and a candle-lit dinner. Well, nature took its course and he knew somewhere along the line he knew his plans were soiled as just as he had you bent over your dinner table pounding all his sexual frustration into you. “Ah-ahn~ Y-your gra- Hah~ Kiyoomi!!” You whined, wanting him to move you to the bed, knees giving out as you almost fell to the floor. He held your abdomen back up with his left hand and keeping your waist in place with his right. “Is something the matter, love?” He whispered in your ear slowing his pace a bit as he’d noticed your struggles, the least he could do after 3 previous rounds. “Fuck” you choked out, eyes rolling back while you rubbed circles on your aching clit as you chased yet another orgasm. “Good girl. Now be good and maybe we can move to the bed.”

<•> After your first time, 1800s Kiyoomi admits that he might have lost control and been a bit too rough on you. He’d been holding back since the wedding as he didn’t want to seem animalistic. Bruises, scratches, and bites decorated your soft skin from your neck to breasts all the way down to your thighs. Kiyoomi will prepare a nice warm bath for you both and have a maid bring you both a meal, making sure to feel you even though you insist you’re alright.

<•> after the first night with 1800s Kiyoomi, your whole world changes. The Duke craves sex all the time. After long meetings, in the mornings, late at night- heck he could just be waiting for you at the bathroom door just to take you back in with him.

did i write this….😩daaamn~

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hajimescutie · 3 years

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it’s been so long I haven’t talked to u I’m so sorryyy😩😩 hope ur doing well rn !!

can I request any angst to fluff with the msby players as dad and like reader and haikyuu boys r fighting and ur child come to the living room asking why r yall yelling or something like that 😩😩 make me cry but I WANT FLUFFFFF AT THE END 😔😔😔😔

💘anon love u bae

# — msby arguing in front of their kid

includes: a. miya, k. bokuto, s. hinata, & k. sakusa x gn!reader

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: swearing, sakusa is really mean in his

a/n: HI BAE i hope u like this it hurt my soul. SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG FORGIVE ME PLS

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ATSUMU:

"you're unbelievable 'tsumu!"

"i'm unbelievable?! yer one ta talk y/n!"

you didn't expect that a simple statement such as "hey is there a chance you could take a couple days off from practice?" would turn into a full fledged argument.

the professional volleyball player had been spending hours upon hours into the late night practicing with the other msby players. you'd always been understanding when it came to his career. but when it starts to become apparent to your child that he hasn't been home lately, that's where you drew the line. you hoped that this would've been a simple discussion. but your partner was miya atsumu, the king of being dramatic.

"all i asked was if you could spend more time with me and himiko! is that really too much to ask of you?! to spend more time with your family?!" you felt your throat scratch from all the shouting and yelling between the two of you.

"ya don't understand! i do everything ta support this family and in order ta do so, i have ta go and play volleyball! i don't see you doing anything to fuckin' contribute!!"

"that's not true-"

"shut yer mouth!! god, yer so ungrateful y/n. i don't know why yer so damn needy. give me a break."

you gaped at his words, "i'm ungrateful?! me?! 'tsumu you're not even here majority of the time! you're the one that's being ungrateful!!"

"don't talk ta me like that. i can't believe i settled for-"

"daddy?"

both your heads shot to your daughter, himiko, standing at the bedroom door with tears in her eyes. "w-why are you guys fighting?"

atsumu let out a deep sigh, "'s okay sweet pea, go lay down and i'll be in there in a sec okay?"

your heart broke when you saw her lip tremble, more tears trickling down her cheeks, "b-but you guys will start yelling again. i don't like when you yell."

you walked over to the youngling, reaching down to pick her up and resting her against your hip. you walked over to yours and atsumu's bed to cradle her, stroking her hair and humming in order to soothe her cries. you felt the bed dip next to you, strong arms wrapping around you and himiko.

you looked over and saw atsumu give you a sad smile, guilt pooling in his chest at the hurt look on yours and himiko's face after the argument was interrupted. he really shouldn't have let the conversation escalate that quickly. he just gets so defensive and he feels like he's never doing good enough, whether it be with the team or with his family. then again, that doesn't justify the harsh words he spat at you.

after a couple minutes of rocking himiko back and forth and calming her down, you gently stood up to put her back to bed. atsumu let his arms lay limp by his sides, missing the warmth you and your daughter provided. when you walked back in the room, you saw your lover sporting a sad pout and sad eyes. you walked over to stand in front of him, cradling his cheeks in your hands in order to pull his head up from his slumped form.

"'m sorry for what i said. i'll do better when it comes ta ya. ta himiko too. i want ta be someone ya can be proud of," he admitted.

you let out a sigh, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his forehead, "you always make me proud 'tsumu. i just wanted you to make some more time for us 's all."

he turned his head to kiss the palm of your right hand, "i will, i'll try for both of ya. i love ya so much, my baby."

BOKUTO:

bokuto hated fighting with you, especially when your child was home. he was one to communicate with soft spoken words, inside voices, and handle the matter maturely. all he wanted was for you and your guy's son to be happy, positive energy all time. but, relationships and families aren't always sunshine and rainbows. there's going to be disagreements, different people will butt heads, it happens, totally normal.

unfortunately, this was one of those times.

"i can't believe you forgot to pick up haruki again! this is the third time this week kōtarō!" you yelled frantically.

ever since your little haruki started school, you and bo had a hard time with who picks him up on certain days. you guys didn't exactly have a set schedule yet since everything was new, but you would always communicate very clearly who was going to pick up your son that day. today bokuto was supposed to pick him up after he was finished with volleyball practice. you had reminded this man multiple times throughout the day, and imagine your surprise when you had rush out of work early because you got a call from the school saying the haruki was still there.

"i said i was sorry! i lost track of time! it won't happen again i promise," he shouted back, pleading with you to forgive him.

"kou, i get that this is new for both of us and we're adapting, but this can't keep happening. i've had to leave work early three times now!" you exasperated.

"i don't know what you want me to do. practice runs late sometimes and i can't control-"

"then you could at least find out ahead of time that you're going to stay later! that way i can prepare ahead of time in order to pick up haruki on time! we always communicate bokuto, this isn't anything new," you snapped sarcastically.

the more this argument went on, the more frustrated the both of you were becoming. bokuto ran a frustrated hand through his spiky hair, golden eyes filling with repressed anger, "you don't fucking understand! i can't change how long practice runs. and sometimes i don't have my phone near me to text-"

"bullshit!! i text atsumu to check up on you all the time and he always manages to text me back, so what makes you any different?"

"stop acting like a damn child y/n. not everything revolves around you and your schedule. grow the fuck up,"

"see?! now you're the one acting like a child! telling me to grow up? you're unbelievable-"

you were cutoff when you felt a light tug on the seam of your pants, head shooting down to see a very upset haruki with tears streaming down his cute face.

"oh haru... 's okay come here," you cooed, all anger from the argument flowing out and being replaced with concern.

you felt his little arms wrap around you as you sat down on the couch in the living room, his face hidden in your neck and wetness hitting your skin.

you saw bokuto sit next to you with the same amount of concern, all anger gone. you stroked your son's hair to cease his cries, heart growing heavy at the thought of him crying because you and your lover couldn't handle situations like adults.

"i don't like when you guys fight. why are you fighting?" haruki sniffled, face still buried in your neck.

you opened your mouth to speak before bokuto reached over and placed his hand over yours that was still stroking haruki's hair. he explained, "'m sorry you had to hear us argue. we weren't being very nice to each other were we?"

you looked up and realized that that question was directed towards you, your eyes meeting his golden ones. you felt yourself soften at his gaze, mumbling, "no we weren't. i'm sorry too, sweet boy. it won't happen again, okay?"

haruki pulled away and looked between you and bokuto with a teary gaze. he nodded his little head before crawling off your lap and running off to go play with his toys. you let out a sigh of relief, leaning your head back on the couch with your eyes closed. they were shot open again when you felt strong arms start to pick you up and pull you onto bokuto's lap. his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as he mimicked his son's actions; burying his face in your neck.

you chuckled at the similarity, running a comforting hand through his hair like you did with haruki. the feeling of the rise and fall of his chest with yours put you both at ease, basking in each other's silence.

"i'm sorry i forgot to pick up haruki..." the feeling of his lips brushing against your neck made you shiver.

"'s okay kou," you whispered.

"and i'm sorry for yelling at you. and for not telling you i was gonna be late. and for yelling at you in front of haruki, did i say sorry for picking up haruki already? i'm sorry for-"

"kou," you pushed his shoulders back lightly to get him to lift his head up, his sad eyes boring into yours with a cute pout on his lips, "it's okay baby. we'll figure it out together. i love you so much."

you leaned forward and pecked his lips softly, then his cheeks, the tip of his nose, his forehead, and his lips again, making the tips of his ears and his cheeks rosy.

"i love you too, sweet baby."

HINATA:

"baby, please calm down-"

"don't tell me to calm down y/n."

you shrunk back in the passenger seat at the ginger's sharp tone. you really didn't want to get in an argument right now, not with your little girl sleeping soundly in her car seat. but from how hard hinata was gripping the steering wheel, you knew that this was going to end up somewhere bad.

"shō, please. i didn't mean-"

"what? you didn't mean for your parents to berate me and my career? to berate you for being with me? for having a child with me?" he snapped, giving you a side-eyed glare.

"don't blame me for what they said, you know how i think of you. you know how much i love you. you know how much aika loves you. why is that not enough?"

the spiker let out a scoff, slowing the car to a stop at the red light. he grinded his teeth together, running a hand over his face. "who knows, maybe one day you'll listen to them and find someone better! you've always had eyes for sakusa-san, why don't you be with someone like him?"

yours eyes widened at his statement, feeling the car move forward at the green light. "i cannot believe you just said that to me. i don't want sakusa. i want you, shō! what about that is so hard to believe?!"

"give me a fucking break y/n. clearly i'm not someone you should be seen around with. might as well leave while you have the chance," he mumbled the last part.

"hinata shōyō, take that back right fucking now," you said darkly.

"you know it's true! why are you even with me? why did you even start a family with me? we're a fucking joke, y/n. open your eyes-"

"daddy? w-what's going on?"

you looked back and saw aika rubbing her eyes tiredly. you reached an arm back to stroke her knee, coaxing her back to sleep, "shh... it's okay aika. go back to sleep we're almost home."

"but..." she mumbled sleepily, "i don't want you and daddy to fight. it'll... wake me... up..."

her head slumped forward slightly, her soft snores breaking the tension in the cramped vehicle. you relaxed back against the seat, looking out the window in order to keep yourself from breaking down. you tensed slightly when you felt hinata's hand grab yours, intertwining your fingers.

"i'm sorry, i shouldn't have said that. we'll talk more when we get home, okay?" he brought your hand to kiss the back of it, your heart fluttering in your chest.

you knew he didn't mean what he said, but it still hurt nonetheless. you tightened your grip on his hand, nodding slightly.

"i forgive you. please don't speak to me like that again," your voice trembled slightly, your eyes watering with tears.

"hey, that was really stupid of me to say. i know you're not like your parents. it's just, i've grown up with people telling me what i can and can't do all my life. i thought i was over it but the shit your parents said really hit a nerve," the tangerine admitted.

"'s okay shō, i understand. we'll talk more at home," you mumbled.

"i love you, darling."

"i love you too, shōyō."

SAKUSA:

you were frustrated, to put it in a nice way. you and sakusa had been bickering left and right about anything and everything. you left a couple dishes in the sink? sakusa's already there to give you a sarcastic comment about how lazy you are. your child spilled a bit of juice on him? he somehow blames you for not raising her to be tidy and organized.

you were tired from the constant insults, the harsh glares, the sarcastic comments, all of it. and not only was it affecting you, but it was affecting your daughter, yui.

"kiyoomi, we need to talk," you demanded, pulling his attention from the practice match he was watching in order to prepare for his next big game.

"can it wait? this is almost over," he said, annoyed.

"no, kiyoomi, it can't wait. pause the damn video."

the curly-haired male let out an aggravated huff, pausing the tv before turning to you with a blank stare.

"i'm sick of how you're treating me and yui," you said bluntly.

he gave you a confused look, "what do you mean how i treat you and yui? i treat you both just fine."

"really? so insulting me when i forget to a simple chore or lecturing yui on being clean when she's already trying her best means that you treat us both 'just fine'?"

he let out a dark chuckle, shaking his head at your accusation, "clearly someone can't handle constructive criticism."

"sakusa kiyoomi, if you don't start taking how i feel seriously i'm packing my stuff and leaving," you threatened, hoping that would get his attention, "and i'm taking yui with me."

"wow! don't you think you're being a bit dramatic y/n?"

"it's called doing what's right for me and my child. you clearly don't give a fuck about how me or yui feel! you don't even look upset!" you shouted, hoping to get it through his thick skull how much his actions are slowly tearing your family apart.

"you know what? i'm sick of this. i'm sick of you nagging me all the time, i'm tired of you being lazy and being disorganized. why am i even with-"

"daddy! you're being mean!" you heard a tiny voice from the doorway.

before you knew it you daughter was running towards her father, hitting his long legs with her tiny fists, "you don't say that about them! you say you're sorry! right now daddy!"

"aika, honey," you cooed, your eyes filling with tears. you picked up the small girl and walked away from the professional volleyball player to put aika in her room. he heard your soft cries through the thin walls, his heart pulling at him guiltily. he never wanted to kick himself harder than he did now. aika's words may have seemed silly, but he took them to heart.

how could he not see how utterly toxic he was being? he sat down on the edge of your shared bed with his head in his hands. a dull headache started to settle within him, his brain reviewing every snide remark he said to you and every lecture he gave to his daughter. he felt like he was going to throw up, he couldn't believe how much he was hurting his family.

his head shot up when you walked back into the room with puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks. he stood up and walked over to you, pulling you into his chest. you struggled against his grasp, soft sobs escaping your shaking figure

"kiyoomi, lemme go, please," you pleaded.

he shook his head frantically, his grip on you tightening, "no, please listen to me. i'm so fucking sorry."

you stilled at his words, giving him the okay to continue.

"words can't describe how awful i feel about how i treated you and aika. i just- i don't know how you're still with me. the way i spoke to the both of you was completely unacceptable, and i really want to make it up to you, to both of you. if you'll let me."

you were stunned to say the least. you felt your heart flutter, but scared of giving him a chance that he might take for granted again. you felt him squeeze you tighter, a way in order to convince you to stay.

"please," he begged.

you let out a shaky sigh, gripping the back of sakusa's shirt in desperation. you felt him kiss the top of your head, another attempt.

"okay omi, okay," you cried.

sakusa let out a relieved gasp, finally breaking down as he let the tears fall free. he didn't care how vulnerable he looked. as long as he got you and aika to stay, to give him one last chance, he was set.

reblogs are appreciated! <3

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hoodiewithhorns · 3 years

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━ using your safeword scenarios p.3 !★

genre : hurt/comfort smut.

characters : f! reader x sakusa, matsukawa, kenma

p.1 + p.2 + m.sterlist + requests

(please read the rules before requesting ty.)

▼ cw : not proof read, use of safeword, neglect , unprotected sex, degradation , clit spanking ( 1 ), impact play ( sakusas part ), mentions of exe(s), caught masturbation (reader) , pillow humping, thigh riding, implied punishment, kinda crybaby reader, implied cockwarming, cheating (?), angst, established relationship, all characters are 18+, MDNI ▲

different safewords used this time <3

- ty to the anons and user @/please-take-me-to-the-moon for the scenarios <3

sakusa

word count : 1.4k

you knew better than to do this, humping your dearly beloved boyfriends pillow with just your cotton panties, a loose shirt with no bra under, like a bitch in heat, desperate for friction of any kind. You knew if he had caught you like this he would punish you that was guaranteed. however, in the literal heat of the moment you didn’t care. sakusa’s constant pattern of coming home the minute you were already fast asleep in your shared bed, never being able to fill the void of need in your little cunt.

〜　☆

Considering he’d let this slide since its been a month since you’ve two have done anything sexual, these thoughts only making you hump his pillow even more desperate leaving a pool of your arousal staining his pillow, with the occasional soft whimpers of his name. losing yourself in your own lust, You didn’t hear the sound of the door clicking open.

Sakusa, leaving his practice early since his performance was unfavorable by the shitty mood he was in, lashing out on his teammates for the smallest things they’d do and so many more. in short, his team suggested he’d stay home t’ill he cooled down.

“y/n? i’m home.”he walked around the empty apartment accompanied by the muffles of your soft moans, trying to find you as quickly as possible, obviously knowing it was you. he opened the bedroom door slowly and quietly. his eyes grew wide at the scene in front of him.

still not noticing his presence in the door frame you continued humping his pillow feeling your high approach, but leave you since you needed him.

“tch.” clicking his tongue at you in disapproval. you flinched letting go of his pillow to face him, feeling your heart race when you made eye contact with him, arms folded and a look of disgust planted on his pale face. Your eyes already filling up with tears knowing what comes next. “m’ y-yoomi! w-welcome home-”

“who the fuck gave you permission to touch yourself?” cutting you off, walking towards the bed, he pinned you down to the bed, arms on your sides, hovering over you with his dead, cold, heartless gaze cutting through you, as you tried to look away in shame only earning you a slap to the face to make you look at him. the sting causing you to choke out a sob. praying internally that he’d let you off the hook just this once. you were just needy for him.he has to understand that, right?

“answer me, right.now.”

“n-no one yoomi... i’m s-sorry please don’t wanna be punished!” you pleaded to him only making him more angrier. he grabbed your jaw making you whimper at the tight grip. scanning you top to bottom, eyeing at the wet patch on your underwear.

“then why did you huh? couldn’t wait until i got home couldn’t you? needy fucking thing.” he tutted, letting go of your jaw harshly, tugging your panties down to your knees already feeling impatient himself by how his cock hardened through his shorts. despite wanting to punish you, he wanted you. needed you to be precise.

the man hasn’t felt you in a whole month how could he not miss his girlfriends tight slutty cunt? removing his volleyball shorts letting his cock spring free, he strokes himself a few times before lining himself against your cunt, letting a small sigh when you felt his hard tip touch your soaked entrance.

feeling slightly relief you were finally gonna feel him after so long. That feeling of relief however didn’t last long when he slammed his fat cock inside you without warning. you let out a yelp, hands immediately going to his chest hoping for him to not bruise your cervix from how deep he was already. he growled when he felt your palms try and stop him, so he slapped your hands away roughly marking them red.

“b-but yoomi please it hurts..it h-hurts”

you figured he didn’t hear you. but he was too focused on punishing you to care if it hurt or not. so you pleaded again for him to slow down. finally getting a response from him.

“shut up you disgusting whore.you brought this on yourself, touching yourself while your boyfriends away.”

“...dirtying up his fucking pillow while he’s gone. how fucking pathetic.” he spits, slapping your clit harshly in attempt to get you to shut up. his degrading not having a hint of reassurance anywhere like it usually does when he fucks you. normally, he’d call you his “slut” or his whore but never ever calling you a disgusting one at most, what did this mean?..you asked yourself, mind going hazy with fear. feeling like your boyfriend finds you disgusting for your actions, and not a single trace of love or concern for you, not even noticing how you tried inching yourself away from his pace.

sakusa was a mean dom yes, but he cared about you and your boundaries and right now it seemed like he didn’t care about any of those.

too focused on his own pleasure, not realizing you slowly started to breakdown in front of him, hands to your eyes shaken from how hard he hit them, as more tears fell to stain your cheeks.

“n-no not disgusting..i-i’m...so sorry..sakusa..just missed you.” you muttered no longer feeling the long needed pleasure of his cock, only feeling a painful discomfort in your chest as if your heart was gonna burst out of it at any minute. he was caught off-guard by you calling him by his last name, but that didn’t stop the brutal pace on your sloppy cunt. repositioning his hand to your hips digging his nails in your sides, bound to leave marks to be seen in the morning.

“addressing me by my last name? what you think thats gonna make things better?”he muses, his pace speeding up making you whimper. you’ve just about had enough.

“germs! g-germs! no more, i don’t like this!! y-you’re hurting m-me sakusa... please s-stop..stop.” screaming your safeword, trying to get him off you, you pushed with the little strength in you with your fragile hands. it wasn’t enough but he got the message. blinking a few times to make sure he processed the current situation.

he sighed pulling his cock out watching you with wolf eyes as you softly cried to yourself, turning to your side. he didn’t say anything he just laid down beside you. sneaking an arm around your waist, face buried in your neck. he planted some soft kisses onto it trying to make you relax. if he was being brutally honest, he didn’t know what to do.

you never used your safeword and even if it didn’t show in his face, he was pretty frightened. watching you tense up and shake around him all because of him.

“ y-yoomi..im sorry-”

“don’t be.”

he rubs your hands with his thumb in slow but comforting circles, seeing its still red from being slapped away by him, along with him kissing your cheek to simmer down the sting from earlier. god he felt so bad, but was so scared at the same time, all he wanted to do was hold you close..

..and thats what he did, watching you curl up to his chest. The room was silent for a few minutes that felt like hours gone by. you looked up at him with the look you always gave him. Full of love and adoration even with puffy eyes and hurt in your chest you still loved him.

He looked down noticing the soft smile you gave him as if nothing happened. Titling his head in confusion he asks

“why are you smiling? aren’t you upset..at me?”

you shook your head at him, “no yoomi I’m not mad. My body kinda hurts yes, but I’m glad to have you home...i missed you so much I’m sorry i touched myself without permission...”

he lightly smiles at you kissing your lips softly.

“it’s okay. tomorrow we’ll have the day all to ourselves and we can do whatever you want my love. I’m sorry i was so mean... i was having a bad day and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

you paused leaning in closer to his chest as you mumbled.

“can we...take a bath together yoomi?”

“oh sure...here i’l carry you.”

needless to say, you forgave him and gave him one last kiss before going to bed.

kenma

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kenmas work schedule was god awful since he was practically up to play games and just that leaving you feeling needy and neglected. you hated it.

but tonight you were just, so needy and couldn’t stand this constant neglect.

No matter how many times you touched yourself of grind against something it couldn’t compare to the way kenma would stuff you with his cock.

he wasn’t a super harsh dom leaning towards a mix of soft and mean, but he still prioritized your needs before his. and tonight you were gonna get that version of kenma.

walking towards the couch he was playing his games at slowly, with nothing but his hoodie and knee highs. you bit your lip standing in front of him, fiddling your thumbs out of nervousness. He titled his head to remove you from his line of sight to see the tv screen better making your heart ache just a little, being so used to it already.

taking a deep breath you sat in between on of his thighs wrapping your arms around his neck making him let out a groan of annoyance to your needy antics.

he continued to play his game acting as if you weren’t there and nothing changed. it all came to a halt when he felt you grinding on his thigh, letting out small cries of his name.

“baby.... please” you mumbled facing his disinterested face not even sharing a glance at you as he continued to move his thumbs around his controllers joystick. He didn’t even pay mind to the fact you were borderline naked either.

“five minutes pretty girl.” he muttered still too absorbed in his game. You pouted shifting your legs to be wrapped around him now, wet cunt on top of his crotch rubbing against him lightly. Making him flinch at the sudden friction. giving you hope he’d give you what you want now. you smirked continuing to grind against him making him bite back a grunt.

“ugh what are you doing?” he said clearly annoyed by your antics already.

your face became red while placing your hands on his shoulders slowly starting to grind against his growing bulge. “want your attention kenma please need you so bad.” you begged hoping he’d give you something anything really.

but being kenma, he went back to his video games. your pout returning once more. “but kenma, please i really really need you.” you continued with your antics and he paused his game, putting his controller on the coffee table.

“fine you want me so fucking bad?” he grabs you by the hips making you yelp as he throws you down the couch. back hitting the cushions while he takes your legs and wraps them around his waist.

he pulls down his sweats pumping himself a few times as he rolls his head back, holding back his grunts. he slowly slides his cock into you, being easy to do considering how wet you were already for him.

he groans as he bottoms out inside you starting steady, but slowly picking up the pace to be more..brutal.

“k-kenma..m’ feels good thank you thank you” you rambled out praises making him grab you by the throat to thrust into you faster.

“god you’re so fucking annoying bothering me because you wanted to get your cunt stuffed like a little slut while i fucking work.” he scoffs making your eyes shoot open at him.

“such a fucking annoying little slut.” he continues his degradation thr grip on your throat not loosening. you felt you eyes grow teary as he continued to call you more vulgar names with the sprinkle of him calling you annoying.

“ c-console...” you mumbled wrapping your hands on his wrists, making him let go of your throat. he froze getting closer to your face as he pulls out slowly.

“huh? Whats wrong does it hurt?” he asks rubbing away your tears with the pad of his thumb.

your lip quivered as more tears started to form. “...i-im annoying...?” you looked him in his eyes as more broken sobs leave you.

“I just wanted some attention kenma...you’re always so busy sometimes I don’t even think you remember i exist..” you muttered feeling small under his cat like stare.

he sighed kissing your cheek, falling to your. side feeling his breath hit your neck. “sorry baby i swear i didn’t mean it...you’re not annoying its my fault for not giving you attention.” he admits as you wrap around him.

“y-you promise you didn’t mean it?” you ask once more. he sneaks a hand under your head to lift you up to his chest, patting your head softly.

“ i promise. here why don’t you sit on my lap, we can do that thing you wanted to try last week...” he looks away embarrassed, you tilt your head in confusion but then realize what he was referring to. you nodded joyfully wrapping your arms around his neck, he adjusts himself for you to line up to take him. he slowly puts you back down on his cock. hissing at the returning feeling.

He smiled kissing your forehead lightly as he hugged you tight.

“better my love?”

“mhm mhm!” you said placing your head on his shoulder as you relax into him. slowly drifting away into sleep. its not much, but at-least it stuffs your very needy cunt.

matsukawa

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what lead to this? you two were just on a simple date together at a nearby mall shopping together, looking at upcoming movies, stopping by a few manga stores and bakeries to treat yourselves. overall, just enjoying the time shared together.

that is t’ill the two of ran into your ex. issei watching the two of you talk to each other not realizing how uncomfortable you really were, hiding it with a friendly facade of course going unnoticed by him since he was practically death glaring your ex.

he was basically third wheeling in your conversation with your ex. you would side eye issei hoping he’d pull you out of your situation but it was too late since his mind was cloudy with jealousy and rage.

now, leading up to your current predicament. a heavy make-out now leading to a degradation fest.

“aw whats wrong little slut can’t take me, fucking pathetic much?” he teases pounding you at a faster pace. “can’t believe my own fucking girlfriend was just there being all friendly to her ex..what don’t tell me you still want him?” he muses making you rapidly shake your head.

“ no i don’t i swear issei..just wan’ you..”you muttered eyes growing puffy from how cruel he spoke to you as he continued to suggest away of how would get him back since it seemed like you missed him from how friendly you were acting.

growing quiet at his words trying to tune out his words. it’ll all be over soon anyways, you just had to hold on a bit you told yourself. of course you were an idiot for letting him keep going.

“ maybe i should go ask how kimi’s doing act all friendly and nice towards her.” you tuned into what issei had said in horror at what he just said.

kimi, his much prettier ex who t’ill this day wasn’t over him and he knew this. throwing it in your face as he darkly chuckled at you. you removed your arms that were wrapped around his neck pulling him close. and cupped your face in your hands at the thought of your boyfriend going back to his ex. leaving you alone again.

he wouldn’t right? even though she was much prettier in every feature she had compared to you. he wouldn’t right..? right?

“f-funeral...“you sniffled making him stop all his movements and lock eyes with you. your safeword ringing in his ears.

“hey..hey no i didn’t mean it...” he quickly pulls you towards him, pulling you out of him and hugging you tight. he rocks you softly back and forth in his embrace letting all your bottle up feelings burst onto him. he quick to comfort you and pepper a few kisses on your face.

“ issei..” you mumbled against his chest. he rubs your back looking down at you.

“yes baby..?” his voice shaken with worry hoping you weren’t too mad at him.

“ i-i don’t miss him.. i was only being nice..i was uncomfortable talking to him why didn't you..” he internally punches himself for being so blind and not being able to see by all your movements how uncomfortable you were just breathing the same air as your ex.

he was too blinded by his jealousy to realize his poor baby was scared. he mumbled a curse before apologizing.

“i’m sorry baby i didn’t realize he was making you uncomfortable i should've done something..” his eyes wander away from you.

“ i was just jealous..” he admits

“but issei.. you’re all i want.” you say kissing his cheek and he smiles gracefully.

“am i-i all you want sei?”

“ duh pretty baby. everything i want and need.”

matsukawas is so short i’m so sorry ahhhh but i hope u all enjoyed <3

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mavrintarou · 5 months

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Sakusa Kiyoomi master list

Time stamps

[7:00 A M] [9:04 P M] [2:03 A M] - A/B/O au [11:18PM] [12:44 A M] [3:37 P M] [2] - The night after Halloween - Sakusa x Y/n x Suna [9:37 A M] [12:19 AM] - soulmate au [11:16 PM] [1:52 PM]

Series

[Wipe Your Eyes (prologue)] [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] - completed

#haikyuu smut #sakusa smut #sakusa kiyoomi smut #haikyuu sakusa #sakusa fluff #sakusa x y/n #kiyoomi sakusa x reader

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natashawritesstuff · 2 years

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The Playlist: Track 7: All Night 📼

“Our love was stronger than your pride”

Bokuto x reader (feat, Atsumu and Sakusa)

time-skip (spoilers?)

cw. she/her prns once, cheating, lil spicy at the end

All Night by Beyonce

Bokuto got home from practice late, usually, when this happens you’d be asleep by now, he’d go shower then slip into bed with you. But for some reason when he unlocks the door to your shared apartment and drops his bag down on the ground. He sees you sitting at the dining table.

“Hey baby,” he gushes.

“Hi,” you coldly greet him and he frowns at your tone.

“You okay bab-”

“Stop calling me that,” you plead, closing your eyes out of frustration.

“Y/N-”

“Are you going to tell me who she is or not?”

“Wha-”

“The bitch you made out with two weeks ago.”

Found the truth beneath your lies

You unlock your phone and go through your camera roll then turn the phone to him.

“This her?”

“Y/N I don’t know who-”

“You only follow thirty people and she’s one of them.”

“I- I met at the first league game-” he stammers.

“So do you not know her or did you meet her when you were twenty?”

“Both! I met her a while ago but I don’t know her really, we have mutuals. Wha- what do you want me to say?”

“The truth!” you scream, “did you cheat on me yes or no!”

And true love never has to hide

You wait what it feels like years for him to answer but he never does and your heart drops. You coldly laugh before whispering, “get out.”

Quickly he rushes over to you, falling on his knees, and grabs your hands, begging, “don’t do this please baby?”

“I didn’t do anything, you did.”

“If you just let me explain-”

“It’s yes or no!” you cry out.

I'll trade your broken wings for mine

“Baby-”

You sniffle, “you know, half of my family stopped talking to me because I’m with you. They think I’m pathetic, I mean I missed exams just to go to your games, I switched schools so we could still live together once you made the team and considering all of this- I think they’re right.”

“Let’s just talk okay? Hmm? Let’s talk-”

“Bokuto,” you stop him, “looking at you right now makes me sick, so get out or I will.”

I've seen your scars and kissed your crime

So many people that I know, they just tryna touch ya

Kiss up, and rub up, and feel up

Kiss up, and rub up, and feel up on ya

Bokuto books a hotel. They give him one of the best rooms they have to offer but he opts to stay down in the bar, just so he doesn’t have to face a room without you in it.

Suddenly he feels arms wrap around his shoulders. They feel cold and instantly he knows it’s not you and shrugs them off.

He turns to see a girl smiling seductively and his eyes roll.

“Hi-”

“I’m engaged,” he interrupts, effectively dismissing her, “at least I hope I still am.”

Give you some time to prove that I can trust you again

There’s a knock on your door and you’d never admit it but you run to go answer, hoping it’d be him. You swing open the door and sigh, he’s not there. For a moment you think nothing is until you look down. A bear. You laugh. ‘Boku-bear’ a stupid nickname from when you first started dating, all those years ago; back when things weren’t as complicated.

You stick your head out in the hallway once more and just make sure you call out, “thank you,” and close the door before you could hear a response.

“You’re welcome, baby,” Bokuto whispers, back by the elevator.

I'm gonna kiss up, and rub up, and feel up

Kiss up, and rub up, and feel up on ya

“Why’d ya’ call?” Atsumu asks, pushing past you standing in the doorway, handing you a bottle of Sake, and making a b-line to your couch.

“All of my friends are in Tokyo, remember? I know like seven people in Osaka,” you explain.

“Oh, so I’m yer’ only option? Comforting.”

“We all know you’re my best friend now?”

“Awww.”

“Don’t feel special,” Sakusa warns, entering your apartment not too long after Atsumu, “she said that to me last week.”

You smile as you say, “and I meant it.”

“Come sit down,” Atsumu laughs and you sit down next to Sakusa.

“Hi, Tsumu,” you softly say.

“Hi, Y/N,” he softly responds.

Two of you stare at each other for a few seconds and his eyes ask a thousand questions so you sigh and turn away.

“Where are your cups?” Sakusa asks.

“Left cabinet,” you answer.

“I’m surprised that you’ll willingly touch my glasses, does someone trust me?” you tease.

He lightly laughs, then opts to say nothing.

“No banter?” you pout, “please don’t start being nice to me because I got cheated on.”

The room goes silent and after a couple of minutes, Atsumu clears his throat.

“How are you by the way?” he questions but before you can even answer. Sakusa starts pouring the drinks.

“Really Omi?”

He shrugs.

“I’m okay, I’ll be okay,” you respond.

“Will you?” Sakusa interrogates .

“I-” you pause, “I miss him.”

You grab the stuffed bear that was conveniently sitting right on the couch next to you and inhale deeply because shamefully you sprayed his cologne on the bear a few days prior.

“I really miss him.”

Our love was stronger than your pride

“What?” Bokuto asks.

“You can come back home.”

“Does this mean-”

“No. I don’t forgive you I don’t wanna talk, I just- I want you back home,” you explain, and get up leaving him on the couch.

He sighs, leaning back on, and smiles once he realizes what’s next to him. The bear.

“You kept it.”

Beyond your darkness, I'm your light, oh

The Black Jackals had a game. You didn’t go. They lost.

It’s one AM when he finally comes home, you can hear him make dinner and shower but for some reason, he never enters the bedroom. Weird.

You wrap yourself in a blanket and make your way out to the living room. When the door opens, Bokuto turns around from the TV and his face lights up.

“Bab- Y/N,” he corrects, “what are you doing up?”

You don’t answer him and instead, look at what he's watching.

“You should go to sleep, rewatching the game isn’t going to help anything.”

“You don’t get it- I messed up every spike- I let the whole team-”

“Shhh,” you hush him, “wins and losses aren’t all on you, you carry too much on your shoulders.”

“I-” was all he says before you take the remote out of his hands, turning off the TV, and to his surprise, you lay down on his lap.

“Y/N-”

“Let’s just sleep here,” you suggest, his warmth instantly making you feel drowsy, “can’t sleep without you anyways,” you mutter and his heart beats faster.

After a minute or two, you quickly fall asleep and his heart warms.

“I love you,” he confesses, and as if you could still hear him, you snuggle closer.

If you get deep, you touch my mind

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes randomly.

“Wha-”

“I’m so sorry,” he repeats, and tears start to silently fall, “I love you so much and I was so drunk and I thought she was you- she just looked so much like you-” he rambles in between sobs, “and I swear once I knew-”

Before he could finish, you grab him, bringing him in for a hug and he grips you tightly as if you’d be gone if his hold was any looser.

Baptize your tears and dry your eyes

They say true love's the greatest weapon

The morning after Bokuto’s late-night confession, you make an effort to avoid him throughout the day. It wasn’t until that night when you were both getting ready for bed did he come into the bathroom while you were still sitting on the countertop.

“Y/N,” he softly says and you pull your attention away from the mirror.

“Mhm?”

“Do you still love me?”

It was a question you’ve been avoiding answering for a while, even opting to keep the answer from yourself. You look down at the ring you still adorn on your third finger and instead of verbally responding, you nod.

To win the war caused by pain, pain

“Do you still wanna be with me?”

But every diamond has imperfections

You should say no. Every bone in your body is telling you to say no. All your friends back home, and the family members that cut you off would scream at you to say no.

But my love's too pure to watch it chip away

You nod. Finally turning around to face him, you see his hands itching as if waiting to grab something and for the third time, you nod.

All I wanna, ain't no other

He picks you up and carries you back to the bedroom, feverishly kissing you all the way there.

We together, I remember

When he lays you down, you waste no time taking off his shirt and peppers kisses over your face and whispers praise as he removes yours.

Sweet love all night long

The next morning, you wake up in his arms, your head resting on his chest, and his arms enveloping you in a safe embrace. You smile, kissing him softly on the cheek. And for the first time in what felt like forever, the apartment finally felt home.

How I missed you, my love

the playlist📼

sorry to disappoint all of my “In Our Bed” lovers: In Our Bed

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lenaariewrld · 3 years

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dream girl

synopsis;; l/n y/n finally goes off to college after a gruesome last year of high school! And, boy, is she excited! With college comes new people, new environments, new classes, and roommates! Of course, ever the people pleaser, y/n follows her roommates whims and does whatever they say. Only after a series of strange events and a handful of new friendships does she truly strike out on her own and decide to make decisions for herself.

pairings;; osamu miya x reader / suna rintaro x reader / sakusa kiyoomi x reader / matsukawa issei x reader / iwaizumi hajime x reader / oikawa tooru x reader

genre;; college!au, smau, crack, angst, multiple endings (maybe poly/harem ending? who knows), fluff

warnings;; female! reader, drug use/alcohol use, swearing, sexual themes, vulgar language, violence (like,,, a small fight type violence), unhealthy relationships/friendships (not between you or the pairings), unedited writing, more tags will be added

status;; ongoing! updates infrequently (attempting two times a week)

taglist;; !closed!

apartment b-5 | dreamboats

chapters

1. roomies

2. partygoing

3. smooth

4. pick-me-up

5. thanks, terushima

6. house rules, roomies drool

7. in other news

8. burritos and coffee

9. clearing things up

10. first day

11. another party

12. coffee or laser tag?

13. it’s NOT a bootycall

14. a whole clusterfuck of a night

15. clusterfuckery continues

16. NOT the three musketeers

17. tell us

18. mattsun’s invitation

19. the friends meeting

20. oops, spilled your drink!

21. just dinner

22. bullies :/

23. kunimi…

24. she sees the truth

25. karaoke

26. holy shit!

27. kaori plays dumb

28. be honest

29. this is disappointing

30. cheer up

31. catch up!

32. sicknesses and sorries (lmao)

33. much needed fun

34. sick of it

35. and so it spreads

36. summarise

37. oh lord

38. besties pls

39. kunimi is a genius (for once)

40. bad news, good news

41. we move on

42. accusing

43. sweethearts

44. cultural festival !!

45. realizing everything has changed

endings

osamu miya !!

sakusa kiyoomi !!

suna rintaro !!

matsukawa issei !!

iwaizumi hajime !!

oikawa tooru !!

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strawbearisamu · 3 years

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eggs and other love stuff // 卵や他の愛のもの [summer collection: vol 1]

timeskip! sakusa kiyoomi x f! reader

genre: fluff

summary: your high school friend/crush moves in next door!

note: first of the summer collection even if it doesn't really have summery vibes bc i said so >:( also i have a slight affinity for naming fics w sakusa food-related

you don't expect to see him here. in this place. at this time.

you soak deeper into the bath, head submerging underwater as you let the warmth of the water engulf you. a slight ringing in your ear, only amplifying the thoughts that fill your head.

you reminisce the time, the early evening sky soaked orange, as you call him into an empty classroom, arms outstretched and in your hands, a letter with your heart poured out, and a bag of cookies you spent all night burning and remaking.

you notice him eyeing the little plaster on your pinky, and you make an effort to draw his attention back to you. "kiyoomi, i've liked you for a long time now..." you pause, his face is unreadable, but at least it hasn't contorted into a scowl. "i just hope you'll accept them."

sakusa does nothing but nod, a satisfactory response, he takes both in one hand and walks away, but not the response you wanted.

you were third years then, with much more important things to worry about, perhaps thats why you still thought about it so often, about him so often, wondering what it meant, what it could've been. you pushed against the sides of the tub, pulling your body out even as the water resisted it, goosebumps rising at the sudden coldness of the air.

you hear the doorbell ring and sigh, wrapping a towel around yourself, you trudge to the door, annoyed.

"it's me." you freeze. "kiyoomi."

"b-be right there, what do you need?" you shout at door, scrambling to your dresser to throw some clothes on.

"i um, i need some eggs," you could almost sense the slight hesitation in his muffled voice.

"alright i'll be a sec!"

you finally open the door, the sudden wind minty on your freshly damp hair, you're met with the same dark eyes that always held your gaze captive, the same mask he had always adorned and hands stuffed into the pockets of his shorts- the only notable difference you thought, but it was summer now, he couldn't always wear a jacket.

"eggs right?" you call out leading him into the cramped kitchen area of your tiny studio apartment. you crouch down and open the door to the mini fridge, the cold blue light reflecting in your face as you reach in and pick out a few, "how many do you need?"

"actually...i couldn't get my stove to work, i was wondering if you're okay with me cooking here tonight." he peered down at you still crouching, his face as unreadable as always.

"sure, anything for an old friend." you swore you saw his eyebrow twitch, "but you'll have to make me some too," you said cheerily.

he rolled his eyes in feigned ignorance, smiling under the comfort of his mask, "we'll be having tamagoyaki," he paused as he plopped a heavy bag of something on your counter, "and mackerel."

"gasp kiyoomi, you know i never eat fish," you pout.

his arms crossed, "it's good for you, and you'll like the way i make it," because i've made this recipe a hundred times pretending it was for you, he thought, smiling again before playfully calling you over, "don't think you're getting off little brat, whip the eggs."

and just like that you guys fell into an easy rhythm as if you were never apart.

that was 3 months ago, your little late dinner rendevous became a daily occurence, and soon enough,

in your balcony that was definitely too small for even two standing people, orange rays illuminating his curls, his face bathed in that sunset glow, he handed you his letter which contents' held his whole heart, and cookies he spent all night making, you eyed the small plaster on his pinky and raised a brow. "just to show you i remember," he explained, you smile, "y/n i've liked you for a long time now, i just hope you'll accept me."

"do you wanna know a secret?" omi whispered as you peered up at him, tucked under some blankets, cuddled in each other's embrace, the muted voices of some tv show filling the backdrop of your attention.

"sure omi."

"i had eggs that day, 2 full trays too," he looks straight into your eyes, no sense of guilt in his voice.

"you..." you pout.

"my stove was perfectly fine, perfect even. just needed a reason to see you again, you were always on my mind...plagued every part of me y/n."

"are you calling me a virus?" you pouted again this time he brushed his thumb over your chin, soon both hands caressing your cheeks as he took your lips in his, a long stretch of silence followed, only the soft sounds of some audience laughter and the two of you. you push against his chest a little, pulling away, once again finding yourself lost in the stars of his eyes, "and it never felt like home without you omi."

"but also you owe me a bunch of eggs."

he laughs kissing your nose and pinching your cheek, "and i'll spend the rest of my life paying you back."

sol’s comments: tonight was so nice and chill u guys, i swear i was in the flow for a solid 4 hours just getting stuff done <3 also i'm taking requests now but i'll probably put up the rules tmr since it's getting late :> hope yall have a great day or night or whatever besties 🥴💗

click me for the m.list! // summer collection

each and every reblop is appreciated ☻ (+ free hugs)

#sweet by sol 💗#🌟 strawbeari specials ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･#sol’s summer collection ☀️#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #sakusa fluff #haikyuu x y/n #i made something! — sol ⋆·˚ ༘ *

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oshicakes · 3 years

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MSBY team pull a prank on them by making it look like they cheat on their s/o. i

pairings. bokuto koutaro x reader, miya atsumu x reader

genre. angst to fluff

warning. inappropriate words, cheating

an. hi! thank you for requesting this! it's late, like super late and I apologize for that. this would be part one since it turns out to be long, sorry! i hope you are doing good today! have a nice day!

[part 2] sakusa and hinata

Bokuto Koutaro

When you called him to inform him about your promotion, a feminine voice answered the call instead of your fiancè.

claiming that she was bokuto's two-year girlfriend and the relationship was kept secret for the sake of both of them.

you didn't know that it was his teammates- more over atsumu's 'bright' idea because they want to prove that emo bokuto is still there and the feminine voice was shion's, who surprised everyone.

and when he gets home. that's where he found you crying. he rushed to you but your glare stopped him.

he was stunned. you never reject his touches and your eyes- it full of hatred and disgust. "don't touch me."

"bub-"

"we're through. im calling off the wedding." you slammed the engagement ring on his chest.

he watched you walk away. he doesn't know what to do, he doesn't even get your accusations to him.

his body slumped on the cold floor.

the next day, he didn't show up at their practice. his teammates tried to call him but no one answering even you, you didn't answer their calls.

a day turns a week without him attending the practice.

"i told you, miya. this isn't a good idea." their captain said with his stern voice. they were welcomed with a messed up bokuto, puffy eyes, messy hair, and plopped shoulder. he also got a fever.

atsumu felt guilty looking at bokuto so he confessed to what they did.

"why'd you do that?" he said in a tiny, sad voice, and almost whiny voice.

bokuto didn't expect that they'd do that to you and him. he was disappointed and angry at the same time but he has no energy for that. what's important to him now is to talk to you, explain everything and to get you back in his arms.

"where are you going, bokuto? you have a fever."

"I'm going to y/n. i need to explain everything. i don't want to lose y/n."

they let bokuto and just tag along with him in your work.

and there, when they spotted you going out of the building immediately cornered you- more like trapped you. imagine being surrounded by tall and buffy guys, that's kind of scary.

they beg you to listen to them, so you did. bokuto cried as he explained himself and how he denied having someone else other than you. and the team was there to say that it was supposed to be a mere prank but it went out of hand.

"what bokuto said is true. it was suppose to he a prank, we didn't expect that it would escalate to this. we're very sorry." shion said.

in the end, everything was clear. no one cheated. everyone was sorry including you.

when you and bokuto got home, he instantly turned into a baby and tells you how he missed you, how much he loves you, and to never leave him again. and he promised that he won't do anything that would upset and hurt you again.

"i love you so much, y/n. i wouldn't do anything to make you doubt my love for you. i won't let you regret for choosing and loving me."

"i know, bub. i love you so much too." you answered. he then snuggled closer to you.

let's just say that atsumu and shion received a fatal blow from you. they both learned to never ever do it again if they still want to see the sun.

Miya Atsumu

okay, they just wanted to know if atsumu is really serious about you and partly wanted to make fun of him.

the team did a rock-paper-scissors to decide who will 'accidentally' text you about did he have fun making out with this random girl in the bar where they celebrated their victory.

unfortunately, adriah lose the game. so he texted you.

he came home to you and was welcomed with a slap on his face. then bombarded with accusations of him cheating on you.

"you cheating bastard! i let you to have fun with your friends and teammates, but all along you were having a different kind of fun, huh! i hate you! if it weren't because of adriah's wrong sent message, i wouldn't know about this!"

he explained to you, how he's with his teammate that whole night and that he'd never cheat on you.

but your ears, mind, and heart were closed. you won't listen to him. you stormed out of the shared apartment with some of your things.

he instantly messages their group chat. "adriah, what did you tell y/n?"

he was clueless and a lot of things going on on his head, trying to recall the night where he's with his friends and teammates.

"nothing." adriah replied.

"y/n was fuming mad. they even slapped me and he accused me of cheating on them."

"are you serious?" shion replied.

"and now we're done."

"no shit?" adriah replied. every one of them panicked. this wasn't what they thought that would happen.

hinata was so guilty that he ended up telling atsumu what they had done.

he was mad, of course. they just ruined his perfect relationship with you. to make up for their inappropriate prank, hinata volunteered to help atsumu to win you back and so as the others.

for day one, they tried to corner you but failed. day two, bought you flowers but you throw them away. day three, he brought you lunch but you gave it to your colleague. day four, they tried to serenade you outside your apartment but end up getting scold by your neighbor. and many more.

atsumu's getting hopeless each day as you avoid and shoo him away.

sakusa sighed as he watches the setter's gloomy mood, deciding to finally talk to you about the stupid dare and prank to atsumu.

you met sakusa at a cafe where not many people are there. and there, he explained everything from the night of the victory party where atsumu's been with the team the whole time, no girls were there and that he's good and behave boyfriend there, to pranking atsumu by texting you and making him look like he's cheating.

you were so mad at them. they went overboard on pranking atsumu. he said sorry a couple of times. you just sighed.

you were surprised to see atsumu entered the cafe. "thank you for listening, y/n. i think it's your time to listen and talk to miya. again we're sorry for messing up your relationship with him. i hope both of you can forgive us."

both of you talked. at first, it was awkward, you were kind of guilty for assuming things but hey no one wants to be cheated on.

"are we.. okay now?" he asked.

"yeah."

"really? i really missed you, y/n."

"i missed you too, tsumu."

now he uses it against his teammates to get what he wants. he's like- "wait, wait, wait. remember what you did to me last month?" all his teammates need to suck it up for months, it's their fault anyway.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #bokuto koutarou x reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto headcanons #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu headcanons

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periwnklblu · 3 years

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i loved p2 to make it right 🥺 i think its so healthy for them to grow apart so they can be stronger together ugh its so great to see 😤 i was hoping to request for my sweet boy sakusa, maybe a drabble of him planning a date super hard but it ends up being a disaster, like everything that could go wrong went wrong but the reader still has a good time anyway hehe idk im in a soft mood rn but if u dont want to no stress!! have a great day/night:)))

ahh tysm i literally did a little happy dance when I first saw this 🥺this request was so cute, I'm sorry I took so long in writing it. i hope you like it and ty again

sakusa x gn! reader

warnings: none just soft fluff, a few curse words and a Sakusa who is trying his best. maybe slight ooc sakusa?

everything italicized is a flashback, normal font is present.

feedback is much appreciated <3

Komori felt odd when he first woke up this morning. There was just an air to this Monday morning that made him feel like something was off, almost as if he were forgetting something. He spent the entire morning walk to school racking his brain, trying to remember what was so special about today. It wasn’t until he waltzed into his homeroom and found his cousin uncharacteristically laying his head against the desk in defeat that a light bulb went off in his head; Kiyoomi had his first date with y/n last night.

Judging by his body language, along with the “go away” Komori receives from his cousin in response to his cheery good morning, the libero was willing to bet that the date did not go according to plan.

“I take it the date didn’t go too well?” Komori treads delicately as he settles into the desk next to the brooding Sakusa.

“No, not exactly”

“Even after all your extensive planning? I mean, you literally had a plan a, b, and c for incase something went wrong. It was color coded and everything! Nothing that is planned with color coded highlighters and bullet points can possibly go wrong” Motoya explains in a matter-of-fact way.

“Well, it didn’t go to plan. Literally any of the plans” the ace finally lifts his head up, revealing a red spot on his forehead from where he was placing pressure. Komori laughs at his cousin's angry expression until the ace sends him a look that sends shivers up his spine. Even though his face was mostly covered by a mask, Kiyoomi’s glares still made Komori just slightly scared for his life.

“So tell me,” Komori gets comfortable in his seat, getting comfortable as if preparing for a great story time. “what went wrong?”

“Everything” Sakusa deadpans.

“It couldn’t have been that bad?”

“It wasn’t bad per se,” Sakusa pauses to sigh before continuing. “The date was fine, I guess. They didn’t seem upset or anything. But all my plans went to hell”

“Well, what happened?” Motoya impatiently asks, eager to know what has gotten the usually stoic Sakusa all emo.

“It all started when I got onto the train to meet up with them, and the train station was ridiculously full. Not only was it overcrowded, but some kid accidentally spilled his soda all over me. And of course, this happened right as I was getting off the train”

Sakusa pauses his rant before turning himself more towards his relative. This is how Komori knew the real story was just getting started.

“Just as I was about to text y/n that I was going to be late so I could change, they happened to spot me somehow in that train station. And of course, they’re a perfect being so they don’t mind that I look like I pissed myself. But I mind. So I tried getting them to just wait for me while I go home to change, but you know y/n. They’re stubborn as ever. So, we go back to my place together”

“Oh?” Komori wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “You and your crush go back to your empty house together. I see, I see.” he strokes his imaginary beard inquisitively.

“Don’t even start” the ace rolls his eyes. “The entire way there, I’m not only embarrassed because of the stain on my clothes, but I’m also freaked out that we’re squished so close together”.

“How close?” Komori nosely inquires.

“Very close”

“Like too close?”

“No, not too close. I-I mean yeah kinda, their butt was pressed up to my d- why am I telling you this?!” Sakusa’s blush creeps up his face behind the mask. But even without being able to physically see it, Komori knows his cousin is flustered.

“Because we’re family. But fine, get on with the story” Komori makes a hand motion to continue.

“Whatever, I’m glad my misery is entertaining to you”

“Very much so”

“So we finally got back to my place and of course this happens to be the rare time that both of my parents are home. They’re obviously surprised that I brought someone home, but the worst part is they weren’t even mad that I was trying to bring someone over with nobody else home. In fact, they got excited, too excited”

“In the two minutes it took me to change out of my clothes, they had y/n sandwiched between them on the couch as they brought out all these scrapbooks with a bunch of embarrassing pictures from when I was younger. I honestly didn’t even know they had those pictures!” Sakusa shudders as he recalls the horror he felt when he emerged from his room just to find you giggling along with his parents at a photo album that was foreign to him.

When he finally looked over your shoulder and saw the photo you were stuck on, he all but stopped breathing. There he was, four year old Kiyoomi with a red tear stained face and snot dripping from his nose as he tried his best to not tremble next to the giant creepy mouse animatronic. He never has been a fan of Chuck E. Cheese's.

“That’s rough dude” Komori laughs, earning another glare from the red tinted Sakusa. "I remember that birthday too. Those animals had you messed up"

“Whatever, Afterwards, we finally took the train back to the café I had planned from the beginning. It’s just my luck that as we’re walking there, it starts to rain really hard”

“You just can’t seem to catch a break huh”

“You have no idea” Sakusa sighs out.

“We start running to the café and in the process they grab onto my hand. Except I’m pretty sure my hands were sweaty from being around them. So I tried taking my hand away but then they looked so offended when I did that that I had to suck it up and hold their hand again. Sweat and all”

“Wait, wait, wait” Komori sits up from his previously lax position. “So not only is the great Sakusa Kiyoomi nervous about something, or rather someone, but the germaphobe also holds hands with someone before they have a chance to wash it? You really are whipped for them”

“Whatever, it was just in the heat of the moment” he says, his ear growing hot.

“When we finally get to the café, everything seems back on track. You remember plan a, bullet point three, green section? Where I was going to ask them whether they wanted to, y’know, come to our next game? Well just my fucking luck because as I was asking them, one of their old childhood friends sees them and decided they want to catch up. At that moment, at our table.

Sakusa had just returned back to the table where he had left Y/n alone as he went to pick up their drinks and pastries. Kiyoomi was finally feeling a sense of relief, partly due to being back on track but also because he was going to drink his latte and hopefully warm up from the still pelting rain. His head was already running through possible ways to ask y/n out to their game the following weekend. That is until his bubble burst when he saw some strange person sitting in his spot, talking y/n’s ear off as they just politely nod along. The stranger doesn't seem to catch onto the apologetic tone y/n uses when introducing the two guys to each other.

“y/n is too polite to say anything to this random stranger who probably doesn’t wash their hands thoroughly, so he sits with us for the rest of the date. And no, I'm not exaggerating” the frustrated ace rolls his eyes.

Some deity must have been looking out for Sakusa and graced him with patience he’s never had before. Sakusa managed to sit through the entire hour-long discussion between y/n and their old friend, who Saksua later found out that they were never very close to even in their childhood. This only silently enraged him more.

Once the rain cleared up and the date crasher left, Sakusa checked his phone to see how much longer they had together, only to realize that it was time for Y/n to head back home. He does his best to not sound disappointed when he vocalizes this observation, but he was not the thespian he believed to be. Y/n caught on to his mood change and slid their fingers through slightly sweaty ones. They follow up by asking him if he could walk them back home, to which he agrees but with a slight pout on his lips. Not that he didn't want to walk you home, but more so that he spent the majority of the date dealing with his mistakes and not really getting to be with you alone. Nevertheless, Sakusa lightly squeezes their interlaced hand before beginning the trek back to their house. The two finally manage to enjoy each other's company as they breath in the post-rain air and overlook the sun that was setting over the horizon. The sky is painted in beautiful shades of orange and purple that will forever remind Sakusa of you; too perfect to ever be replicated in all its vibrant shades and hues. Unbeknownst to each other, y/n was enjoying every moment with him. They take the long way home while Sakusa purposely slowed down his usually fast walking pace, both trying to relish in every moment together.

“Did you two kiss

“N-no. I mean, it was barely our first date and even if I was thinking about i-it, their brother opens the door before I could even try to”. The ace rested his head on the palm of his hand and looks out the window in disappointment.

The moment was there, when they finally arrived at y/n’s front door. The neighborhood silent, the wind lightly breezing through as the moon illuminated the two lovers in a way a street lamp could never. Eyes twinkling for each other and each other only as their hands remained interlocked.

"I really had fun today Sakusa, thank you. This walk was really nice too, I don't think I'll ever be able to not think about you whenever I walk down this path again" they smile a smile to beautiful that Sakusa almost forgot to respond. For a minute there, he forgot he was speaking to another person, and not a painting from the romanticism era.

"well maybe I'll just have to be here whenever you take this path again. so you don't have to miss me" he softly says, zipping up their jacket as a cool breeze rushes by them.

"Maybe you're right. This will jut have to be our journey and our journey only" In that moment, gravity seemed to work in Sakusa’s favor as it drew in their faces close. Right as their eyes were fluttering shut and their lips were mere millimeters from another, the front door swung open with aggression as y/n's older brother loudly announced it was now the end of their date.

“So you mean to tell me that after all you went through in that single day, you still didn’t get a kiss from them? Not even on the cheek?!” Sakusa solemnly shakes his head while Komori groans loudly, receiving side glances from the other students that were beginning to file in for class.

“Damn. That really is a bad date. Maybe you should go back to laying your head down” Komori sympathetically suggests. If he went through a date as traumatizing as that, he doesn’t even think he’d be able to show up to school the next day. In his eyes, Sakusa Kiyoomi was a brave man.

“I think I will, wake me up if there’s anything important-”

“Uh good morning Kiyoomi-kun!!” as if he were being risen from the dead, the curly haired spiker eyes light up as he raises his head and turns to the source of the angelic voice; you.

“G-good morning, y/n-san”

“Hi y/n!” Komori interjects.

“Hey Komori. Uh Omi-kun, can I have a moment real quick with you?”

“Sure” he says, his chair making a scraping noise as he stands up and follows his crush out to the nearly empty hallway.

“I’m gonna make this quick since class is about to start but-” and with no other words, y/n pulls down sakusa’s mask and presses their lips onto his. If it weren’t for the fact that he was caught off guard, he would’ve deepened the kiss by holding their face with both his hands. Or maybe by resting one at the nape of their neck. Perhaps a a hand on their waist? Anything for this moment to last longer.

“I had a lot of fun yesterday” they say, slightly out of breath after parting from Sakusa’s lips. “I know it didn’t go all to plan, and I’m sorry about the rain. And my old friend. And then my brother. But I really did have a lot of fun!”

“You don’t have to lie to me y/n. It was a bad first date”

“What? No, no, no, I had a lot of fun! Why would you say that? ” they ask with slight hurt in their voice

“Because I was late, and then we had to go back and fourth and god, my parents! Those pictures were so embarrassing, please do me a favor and forget all about them. Plus the rain and then we ran out of time and just, I'm sorry” he lets out.

y/n says nothing as they grab both his hands and hold them together in their grasp. They rub gentle circles over his knuckles before starting up again

“Well, I don’t typically meet the parents on the first date but it was still cute so I will never forget those pictures. And even though we were all over the place, I didn’t mind at all. Because I enjoy being with you, Kiyoomi. Even if it’s the most boring task on the earth, I don’t mind doing it as long as I’m with you”

Sakusa stands there at a loss for words while the two of you stare into each other’s eyes for what felt like forever, but in reality was just a few seconds. The bell can be heard chiming in the distance, signaling that class was about to start for the day but neither of you budge.

“Well, I gotta go. Don’t want to be late to class, but I’ll see you later?” y/n finally breaks the pause after seeing the doubt that was swirling in his eyes disappear.

“Y-yeah” Sakusa agrees as Y/n dreadfully lets go of his much larger hands. Just as they turn around and make their way to their homeroom, Sakusa feels the same rush of adrenaline he does whenever he spikes a winning ball.

“y/n!” he calls out and right as you turn around, he is now the one to capture your lips in a surprise kiss. It lasts maybe a moment or two but in those seconds, Sakusa memorizes the feeling of your lips and has it ingrained into his brain. If he could, he would spend the rest of the day kissing you.

“This Friday, I have a game. Think you can make it?” he boldly asks, ignoring the second warning bell.

“O-of course. I’ll be there! And I promise this time without childhood friends or protective older brothers”

“Good '' Sakusa smiles just as Komori violently opens the door to rush Sakusa in before the teacher arrives. He reluctantly steps away from you as you offer him one last smile before the door gets slammed shut and the day begins.

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