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#sakusa x yn smut
nyctophilicroses · 7 days
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Thinking about blowing kiyoomi for his 28th birthday 🤭
Oh GOD yes.
After a birthday filled with a chaotic boys who adore and torment your man, and you sneaking kisses whenever you could, you knew that by the end of the night, your man would be pliant and ready to completely relax under your ministrations.
He’s on the bed, one arm propping his head, the other scrolling through his phone as he waits for you- you, however, have other plans in play.
“You coming to bed?” He asks sleepily. “‘M tired. You little rats exhausted me.”
You giggle and sit down on the edge of the bed, laying your hand on his thigh that immediately tenses up under your touch. “I think… I have one more gift for you,” you hum, thumb provocatively rolling over the thick muscle.
“Oh do you?”
“I do.” Your fingertips walk like legs to the waistband of his sweats, toying with the small drawstrings, “only if you want it, of course. Since your rats tired you out.”
He grins and tosses his phone to the side, “oh, baby, you don’t know how bad I want it.”
You return the smile and lean over to capture his lips in a kiss, letting him take control of the pace as he eagerly licks into your mouth, tongues dancing against each other as you mewl into the kiss. Your wandering hand ghosts over the hardening cock under his sweats, making him pant softly at the feeling.
You giggle and slowly kiss down his neck, sucking dark marks on tender parts of his flesh, leaving purpling marks in your path. You feel him swallow sharply and release a shuddery gasp, his neck has always been an erogenous zone for your man, and coupled with the gentle drag of your fingers over his cock, he’s already turning into a putty in your palms.
Your kisses trail south and you flick your tongue playfully over his nipple, and he hisses. “You’re teasing me, brat.”
You snicker, “never said I wasn’t going to make you squirm a little bit.” You lick the hardening bud again, and his cock twitches in your palm. You relent however, and pull back your head, making direct eye contact with him as you slip your hands under his waistband boxers and finally touch his cock. His brows twitch and he shivers, and you waste no further time in slipping him out and into the air.
You spit a wad of saliva into your fist and slowly start working him up to full hardness, his cock now erect in your grasp and twitching from the coolness of the air mingling with the slick of spit on his member.
“Please,” he murmurs, and you obey. You shift yourself to lay between his long legs, innocently crossing your ankles and letting them sway in the air as you kiss along his cock, sucking gently at his balls while he sinks his teeth into his lip.
You flatten your tongue and lick a broad stripe up the prominent, pretty veins adorning the left side, and his abs tighten in front of you. His jaw ticks, eyes screw shut, and you decide to have mercy on him as you take him into your mouth, tongue swirling around his tip in wide circles. He wheezes, and you chuckle, only for the vibrations to send waves straight through him.
“Please,” he echos.
You waste no further time in starting to suck his cock, slurping messily and loudly for him to get completely overloaded with sensory, and judging by the way he tightens and trembles below you, you’re doing just that.
The first time you take him completely to the back of your throat, his hips rise to completely fuck into you. Something he does as he’s losing control, something he does as he’s so overcome with pleasure it’s all he can do.
“Ah-“ he pants, arching his back as you take him to the back of your throat, the muscle tightening around him has him scrunching his face in absolute pleasure. His brows furrow in the middle of his head. His jaw slacks as little huffs and moans are expelled into the air. “I’m not g-onna last if you ke-keep doing that.”
You hum, only making his thighs tense around your head, “b-baby, fuck, please- keep going-“
You do. You pull back and take him forward back down your throat, gripping your hands on his thighs to brace the bobbing of your head. You whine in surprise when a massive hand cups the back of your head, encouraging you to go impossibly deeper down your throat. You comply, gagging softly.
Heels dig into the mattress on either side of you, hips raising to chase the warmth of your mouth as he whines and mewls into the air, the stickiness of sex melding with the noises of pleasure.
“You’re squeezing me,” he grunts at the feeling of the back of your throat constricting over his swollen tip. You flick your eyes up at him again as you pull back again. He’s a wreck, one hand carding through his messy curls, his teeth sunk into his lip while his other hand grips the sheets hard enough where his knuckles lighten. “I’m gonna cum- I’m gonna cum, baby, please make me cum-“
You say nothing. You can’t. You hum in confirmation and close your eyes, the vibrations only egging him closer to his orgasm, and before you know it, he lets out a shuddery sob, tense muscles of his abs relaxing as he shoots his cum right down your throat, hips jerking up in retaliation. You gag at the sensation and forceful thrust, but you swallow him completely, fluttering your eyes open once again.
You ease him out of your mouth and press a kiss to the ruddy, spent cock head before shimmying up the bed to kiss him again. He’s much more lethargic, sleepier now in post-orgasmic bliss, but he’s clearly relishing in the taste of himself on your tongue.
You slowly pull back, and he squeaks in protest. “Happy birthday, angel boy,” you pant, pressing a kiss to his upper lip.
He smiles and mumbles a quiet “thank you” before kissing you again, letting the high of the night come back down, lost in lust and love.
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gorejo · 2 years
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𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 (𝐈𝐍) 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 - haikyuu edition pt. one - an anthology
≡ suna rintaro, sakusa kiyoomi, iwaizumi hajime, oikawa tooru x f!reader
↳ strong and capable men, never falling short in physicality or drive, individually coming undone — unraveled and vulnerable to their inner tender lover — as they hold you in their arms. 
tw/cw: unedited. smut. explicit language. penetrative sex. squirting for hajime's. teasing. reader called: baby, princess, angel, babe, good girl.
✉ : these are unedited... sorry y'all haha but these can honestly stand as short individual drabbles... but it’s a pain in the ass to post one by one, so here’s a compilation so it’s easier for you to access, and easier for me to post. win win situation i must say ( ੭ ˙ᗜ˙ )੭. Also, part two will be up soon too!
here is the jujusu kaisen version | pt. two
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𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎
Pistoling his cock inside of you — fast and within rhythm — the slapping of his balls against your buttocks and the squelching of your pussy grasping tight onto his cock as he penetrated in and out of you filled the heated room. Where the gasping of haggard breaths — hot and humid — as he called out for you, “fucking god, YN…” and the cry of his name as he held you close to his sweaty frame, clawing at his back as your toes curled in pleasure. 
“R- Rintaro,” you moaned out, your face planted on his neck, limbs curled around his body, forcefully attaching yourself closer to him — to be one with him. 
The sweet kisses of his lips — sloppy and wet — made contact with your naked chest, your body slightly trembling from the stimulation of almost reaching your high as his fingers massaged your breasts. His dark hair stuck to your skin as he made his way down, curving his spine as he continued to press deeper inside, filling you up to the brim, “s-so full, Rin…” you called out. 
“Yea, you like that pretty,” he cooed before he firmly pressed his lips onto yours before making his way down your throat, your clavicles, running his tongue down your sternum before engulfing your nipple as his other hand played with your hardened bud, “you're so fucking pretty, you know that?” 
The room felt thick, hard to breathe as you gasped out his name, “R-Rin please!” running your fingers through his hair, pulling on his dark strands as he teasingly bit onto your nipple, looking up with his mouth latched onto your breasts, “please what, princess?”
Smirking as he increased the speed of his penetration, curving his hips upwards to push against your sweet spot, feet stationed just under his buttocks to give him a good grip on his repetitive movements, “you gotta tell me what you want?”
Grasping hold of your legs, pulling them up onto his shoulders, grunting and panting as his tongue swiftly glided past your ankles, kissing your lower legs as he looked at your frazzled state from above, “I don’t know what else to give you baby.” And with each powerful thrust, knocking the wind out of your lungs as you screamed out his name, breasts bouncing as your whole body moved forward with every slamming of his length into walls, “you already have my cock.”
And looking down at the entrance of your swollen pussy gripping onto his length whenever he ventured in and out, your folds brushing past his member, where a ring of white creamy substance bordered around his glistening cock, chuckling as he heaved in his breaths, chest pebbled with sweat, as he lightly pushed down on your lower stomach, “shit… can’t you feel me, baby? Fuck, it’s probably seven maybe eight inches deep.”
“Go deeper Rin… I’m almost there,” you alerted. 
And pulling his head back, groaning as he leaned out while holding onto your legs to keep his balance, this new position hitting your new spots that made your eyes roll back into your skull as his skin loudly slapped against yours. “Ah! R-right there baby, k-keep going!”
Increasing his speed, yet never forsaking to keep his tempo, with sweat dripping down his temple, where his once sharp observant eyes were now glazed and dark, watching you like a predator hunting his prey, growling as he lightly bit onto your ankle before landing a soft breathy kiss to your skin, “you’re fucking mine.”
“Harder… ‘m close!” you cried out, arms unknowingly covering your heated face as he continued to pistol his cock inside you. 
And without warning, Rintaro quickly changed his position. Immediately dropping your legs to grasp under your waist, pulling you into his hips as he curved your back inward, stomach bulging forward, continuously thrusting as your breasts rampantly bounced, arms uncovering your face as you tried to grip onto your sheets, the pillow, his arms — anything for leverage, “don’t cover your face,” he warned.
“R-Rin… s-slow down!” your words slurred out, your eyelids feeling heavy, and the familiar coil of your stomach causing your legs to shake, your arms to feel numb, and your head to feel light masked your reality.
“You’re close, cum for me again,” you heard his voice.
“Together,” you reached out for him.
And taking your hands, intertwining your fingers together as he placed them over your head as his lips made love with yours — saliva trickling down the edge of your lips, teeth clashing and tongues dancing. 
Tugging onto your lips with a trail of spit connecting you both, his greenish yellow eyes returned back to their sharp self as his orbs pierced into your fucked out gaze, licking straight up the base of your throat up to your chin, chuckling as he watched your helpless expressions unravel with each thrust, “Just know I’m not done with you even after you cum, princess. ”
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𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈
Your toes immediately curl, soft moans leaving your lips as you call longingly out his name, “Omi.”
Your hips immediately buck forward as his lips trailed down from your sternum to your tummy, and he catches you from below, large palms planted under your ass as he's kneeled before you. The soft curls of his hair traveled down with each open mouthed kiss as he ventured onto your body, your fingers combing through his locks — affirming he’s got your sweet spot through a slight tug on his roots. 
With his hand slowly massaging your joints, easing you in to mesh with his body, his softly calloused fingers almost teasing as he played with your nipples, as he kneaded your breasts and thighs, whispering softly, “shh… baby, relax,” whenever you would whine he was going too slow. 
Taking his time to admire, to gaze, to push his thumb across your skin as he studied your reactions — what makes you moan, what makes you whine, what makes you gulp down your thick saliva, what makes your nails drag along his skin, what makes you call out his name so tenderly, so eagerly, so desperately. 
And caging you in, with his arms wrapping around your hips, just around your thighs, settling himself down as his lips never forsook kissing your body. The soft sounds of his kisses, the soft blows of his breath that tickled your skin, enticed you even more as your wet pussy clenched onto empty air. 
Sakusa liked to go just around your core, starting from your inner thigh as he softly kissed closer in. He’ll occasionally hold your hand if you were squirming too much or if you needed the extra support — the knowledge that he was there, that he'll catch you if it was ever too much. Still, on most occasions, he’ll have his arms strapped around your legs, pushing through your moanings as you asked for more, carefully observing every fiber of your being, servicing you with all that he could.
“So soft,” Sakusa murmured into your skin, inhaling your scent as he dragged his tongue along your thigh, making his way closer to your pussy. He’ll blow onto your cunt, watching you mildly twitch from the sudden sensation, only to then properly spread your folds open before taking a firm lick from your base up to your clit, purposely flattening out his tongue to take in every crevice and groove of your labia, making sure his tongue was thoroughly coated with saliva so that nothing could hurt you. 
The warmth of his mouth and the tight knot of your stomach building up immediately makes you buck your hips forward into his mouth, pushing his head deeper into your core, back arching as you felt the tip of his tongue swirl around your hardened bud — teasingly entering in and out of your aching hole, circling along the pulsing rim — while your face flushed and blood raced to your ears. The beatings of your heart loudly boomed as it muted your senses, and the thumps of each contraction caused your limbs to pulse as you trembled in his reign, softly letting out, “Omi… I- I can’t…” 
And with his mouth shining with your viscous arousal, the remnants of his service and adoration, his usual clean and perfect facade crumbled with his curls frazzled and eyes glazed over in desire, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm, settling himself into the crevice of your thighs as he positioned his cock directly into your entrance, cradling your vulnerable body as he cupped your face for a final kiss before he entered in… that's the moment when he’ll always say, seconds before he'll fully push in,
“You can angel… you can for me.”
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𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐔
Planting you into the bed as he kneeled behind you, sitting on the back of your plush thighs as his hardened cock purposefully sat at the crevice of your buttocks, lowly chuckling at himself as he witnessed just how far he could reach inside of you, “ ‘m gonna go deeper.”
“What?” your voice clueless yet sultry and sweet, pulling him into your warmth as his hips started to slowly thrust forward, his cock brushing against the crevice of your mounds, “nothing princess, it’s nothing,” Oikawa chuckled as he bent low, his firm body caging you in as he reached for your cheek to kiss, “it’s nothing for you to worry about.”
Running his lips against the lining of your back, pecking soft kisses on your shoulders, as he slowly made his way down your scapula, your spine, kissing gently — teasingly grazing just above your skin — murmuring in between kisses as the padding of his fingers softly brushed against your sides, “so beautiful, fuck…”
Your feet brush forward, lightly hitting his sides and back, as you felt your core slowly tighten and increase in pressure with every dry thrust he made onto the surface of your ass. Taking hold of his hand stationed at your side, veiny where the tips of his fingers were red, it was moments like these that you realized just how big he was compared to you — moments where anything you did, his physical presence will always embrace you, cover you fully, make you whole. 
“Tooru,” you breathed out as you shimmied your ass up, purposely raising your hips to have him see the lining of your folds glisten with arousal, to see your ass puckered in front of him to enjoy, “fuck me, Tooru…”
“Aww how cute,” he cooed, his hot breath traveling against your skin, causing goosebumps to form at his lowly voice.
You suddenly felt the jagged movements of his hand giggling your buttocks, quickly splitting your mounds apart as he observed your puffy folds glisten and your hole throbbing, “fuckk… all ready and wet for me, Y/N chan?” he praised.
“Mhm,” you whined out, “hurry…”
Quickly palming his length, coating the head of his cock with his precum just before running his length against your folds. Closing your ass together to mimic the walls of your caverns, slowly thrusting in and out, his toned ass perfectly clenched, “so damn perfect,” Oikawa groaned out.
“Tooru, p-please… not that, I want your cock.”
“Where, tell me where you want it, baby.”
“I- inside, deep! — ”
And before you could count to the next second, before you could breathe in your next breath, before you could finish your statement and call out for your lover, you felt his lengthy cock pulsing inside of you, splitting you open as he groaned out, “fuck… so tight,” before falling on top of you, chest heaving to catch its breath.
Silently trying to get used to his length, his width, his slow penetrations hitting deep within your walls, where the tip of his head brushed just above your sweet spot, you felt Oikawa’s fingers slowly massage your back as he placed soft kisses against your shoulder and up your neck, purposefully whispering into your ear to not over stimulate you as he continued to kiss, “you okay angel… talk to me,” he worried. 
“Yea… you just scared me a bit,” you softly gasped out.
“Sorry,” he murmured into your skin, “I’ll go slow for a bit, okay?” he reassured as he placed a firm kiss on the back of your neck, his hand gliding against the curve of your ribs and onto your sides, grasping hold of your ankles as he pivoted himself so that his lower pelvis would hit right against your ass whenever he pushed in — motions slow and deep, full and throbbing within you. 
Gasping as his length penetrated deeper inside, his cock pulsing within your tight plump walls, his balls pushed against the base of your pussy, groaning into your neck as he tried to contain himself from slamming his hips into you, taking caution to keep his promise, “just know, I’m going all the way today.”
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𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄
“Haji!” you screamed out. Your arms about to give in, legs trembling as the juices of your wet cunt ran down your inner thigh, as you grit your teeth, feverishly closing your eyes as you tried to concentrate by counting his thrusts.
One
Two
Three
Fo — pounding his length into you, the thickness of his cock stretching you out fully as he pushed his palms against your ass, spreading your cheeks open as he watched himself go deeply in and out of you. 
“Concentrate, angel,” you heard his warning masked with a lowly chuckle, “don’t want you passing out again do we.” Hips thrusting into you, gripping onto the sheets with your face fallen onto the pillow, your cries muffled by the fabric of your comforter, “y-you’re in so deep! Your cock… s’ goodl!”
“Cute,” he groaned out, tongue running up your spin as his hands gripped onto your waists, “so fucking cute when you’re begging for my cock.”
Quickly grasping hold of your shoulders, pulling you up so that one hand locked your arms behind your back, slightly pulling you back as he fucked you with your knees anchored to the bed, while the other hand loosely gripped onto your neck while he penetrated from behind. 
“Haji, I- I can’t…” you gasped out, “I’m so tired…” 
Chuckling into your ear, his lips running against your neck, pulling your head back to land a kiss on your lips, tongue ferociously exploring your mouth as he let go of your arms to touch your stomach, and down to your pussy.
Desperately grasping onto his wrists so that you wouldn’t fall forward, moaning a second after each thrust, thighs shaking from the overload of stimulation as his fingers played with your clit.
“Ngh —” you let out as he lightly pinched your hardened bud, his two thick fingers quickly making circles against it as the squelching noise of your penetrated pussy and slapping of his heavy balls against your ass radiated the room, “you’re dripping princess,” he whispered into your ear, “you still can’t when you’re this wet?” 
Hip jerking onto your ass, where the tip of his head brushed against your most inner spot, thump thump thump, tensing up as you clenched onto his length, nails forming crescents into his skin, heat pooling in your lower stomach as a familiar feeling of your limit bursting rushed upon you.
Fuck.
“Let go, angel. I know you’re holding it in,” your boyfriend cooed, “it’s okay… just let go, I’ll clean you up, baby.”
Pushing you onto the bed, both bodies thumping against the mattress, his cock still penetrating deeply within as he wrapped his thick arm around your shoulders, skin loudly slapping against each other from the combined sweat and past orgasms with each thrust causing your ass to ripple from its force. 
Closely breathing into your ear, your senses hyperaware of your surrounding, sensitive as each touch felt like a burn onto your skin, slowly losing composure as a warm clear liquid squirted out of your pussy with each thrust, “be a good girl for me, and fucking cum.”
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chaoticfics · 9 months
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masterpost of fics
Harry Styles:
SNL (Harry Styles X Famous!Reader)
Citrine (Witch!harry)
Sweet as Honey (boxer!harry)
parts: 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. 17. 18.
Heal (wolf!harry)
mute!harry
7 missed calls (car accident)
historical au (farmhand)
prince!harry
witch harry and yn
baseball harry
harry erectile disfunction
secret pregnancy trope
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
stepdad!harry not being legal guarding of r kid
single mom r
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teen dad
fairy!harry
Spencer Reid
period stain
police officers check out pregnant yn
gf answers door to bau when they were having sex
sr and r kids get kidnapped when they were secret
sr and r kids set them up
sr and r exs, they have a kid
r is witness, dating sr
secret pregnancy/child
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cockwarming
one bed trope
lure unsub out by kissing
regulus black
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r and reg live with serious during war
muggle born r and having to lie to reg parents
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sh going crazy for boobs
r loves his uniform
omega steve
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wallet photo
after birth, steve scared sex
miguel o’hara
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childhood bestfriends (headcanon)
non-spidey, insecure
misses you
misses you (ceo)
male spiders give back rubs
clingy mig
youre cheated on, m comforts
ppl try to guess whats between you
m breaking bed
shy/inexperienced m
secret preg trope
mean/sassy!r
fake relationship
m back scratches
anatomy lesson
Cedric Diggory
cd and r's kid tells their story
smut after practice
Jack Hughs
secret prg trope
single!mom: one, two, three
want baby
walked during sex
daughter comforts after loss
Zuko
Rotations
max thunderman
pheobe catches you two
Battison
fake marriage
failed flying
wife kidnapped by riddler
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s and r are secretly dating
s and r are engaged
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soranihimawari · 1 year
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Rest Easy Love
Pairing: established relationship! Miya, A x reader
Word count: 2.8+K
Rating: MAF (miya atsumu fluff)
Warning: none? bath scene/tasteful nudity/fluff no smut/sfw
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It’s not everyday you’re on the phone with the athletic trainer for the MSBY team. You’re currently on a brief coffee break at your bookshop job. Your office is right next to the stock manager’s and your phone is currently on speaker at your desk. Although you weren’t too busy filling in the latest inventory order, when the phone began to ring you were perplexed by who was calling.
“Hi, is this yn?” The voice was quite filled with worry.
“Yes,” you sigh shortly after taking a sip from your mug. “What did Atsumu do this time?”
You hear the balls echoing the background and a frustrated yell you recognize only as Hinata’s at the moment in an attempt to quell the growing animosity between his own teammates.
“Is he ok?” You ask even though you know the answer.
“No, ‘fraid not,” the athletic trainer frowns. “How fast can you arrive?”
You glance over at the analog clock in your mini-office and give a reasonable time accounting for travel time to the practice arena.
“Fantastic,” the trainer says with a smile you can hear through the speaker. “I’m not sure how long practice can happen if he’s in a mood.”
You thank them and hang up. The stock and floor manager knock on your open door frame shortly thereafter, both giving you a hopeful glance.
“You should head out, the order’s almost done, right?” Mr Yamada asks. His bow tie and name tag has the kanji for stock manager written beneath his first name.
“Mmhm,” you nod, clicking save on the file. Your computer goes to into rest mode once you recover the ok to take the test of the day off.
The travel time was roughly a half hour by train to the arena from your work location. By the time you arrive you see an angry looking blonde bouncing his leg apprehensively while another setter is helping the rest of their respective teammates with the drills they were going over today.
You’re greeted warmly by both the coach and athletic trainer on duty during this practice. You were approached by both whom were wearing weary smiles on their faces. You greet them with a slight bow of your head before your eyes wandered to the bench your boyfriend was sitting with the most annoyed pout on his face. You know he’s itching to play with his friends too just by the way he is anxiously bouncing his leg.
“What happened?”
Your inquiry led to the coach giving you a bullet point version of a play gone wrong during the umpteenth time for a three on three match. Things weren’t going so well and granted on Atsumu’s last serve, he nearly bruised Bokuto and Meian’s upper arms respectively before the ball went out of bounds.
“…And after that, he had a temper tantrum which forced me to bench him the best of practice right after Yoru-San spoke to you.”
“I see. Thank you for calling me,” you smile before excusing yourself to confront the sourpuss of the MSBY.
You kneel down so your boyfriend’s eyes bore into your hardened ones. His scowl recedes and is replaced with a worried look. Atsumu is not one to trifle with two things: one was his mother’s anger and the other was to bring forth the look of death™️ you gave him right now. He knows he’s screwed the moment you said in a strict tone, “get your bag Miya.”
You were pissed, rightfully so, as you gave a friendly wave to the players who were playing the final set of their three on three match. Shortly thereafter, they came to greet you, and for whatever reason you felt, you implored them to forgive Atsumu’s tantrum earlier. Sakusa, though, speaks his mind saying that they were fortunate this incident didn’t happen at an actual match.
“I know, believe me,” you cross your arms over your chest. “I’ll talk to him guys.”
Glancing over your shoulder you see a glum blonde tapping his foot eagerly. His hand is wrapped tautly around his practice bag.
“See ya at the next match,” you receive a side hug from Hinata and Bokuto before walking over to the exit doors a few feet away from where Atsumu had been standing.
The ride home in his car was a quiet one. You looked past the lights and city’s dusk dusted skyline. The apartment complex you live in together comes into your preview and when Atsumu turns the engine off, you hear him shuffle in his seat.
“Atsumu,” your voice calmly stays as steady as you can make it. “Mind telling me why you almost injured your teammates today?”
“…”
He shrugs brushing it off saying some lame excuse about, ‘y’know how I am. Especially mah temper.’ You cross your arms and uncross them hurriedly when he winced at your aggravated sigh. Placing a hand on his bicep, you force him to look at you with a call of his name.
“‘Tsumu, you’re better than that,” you say this in a tender tone. 
It was his turn to sigh at this with a nod. He mumbled an, ‘I know,’ and it was in that moment you unlocked the passenger side door to let yourself out. You turn around to face your defeated boyfriend for a short while longer.
“You have two options right now ‘tsum,” you lean down and he stares at you blankly with his honeyed eyes. “You can wash up first without me while I order from your brother’s shop, or you and I can have a spa night with a blanket fort in our room. And your brother’s onigiri is still on the menu for tonight because I know how much you love his cooking.”
Roughly an hour or so later, you’re seated in front of your boyfriend in your shared tub. His hands are below the suds, holding you by the waist, playingfully feeling up your chest. You lean your head back, your hair feels like the softest spun silk against his pectoral muscle.You hear him hum the more you relax in his embrace. Though he leans forward to rest his forehead against your back right shoulder blade, he apologizes for acting out. Once the apology left his lips, the words happen to flow out of his mind as he vents about how today was a horrid one: to start, he loathes the fact you two have nearly three to five hour work hour differences; then the cafe down the road didn’t receive their shipment of cinnamon spiced syrup for his normal drink order (on top of them discontinuing the everything bagel with blueberry cream cheese); Sakusa beat him to the gym’s weight room entrance by five minutes, thus forcing him to parallel park (you’re better at it than he is); and finally the incident you were called in for had occurred…
“It was an accident, I swear,” he whined. 
“Oh my darling boy,” you pat the top of his head. He pulls you tighter, like he is trying to hide behind your body right now. “We should get out of the bath now, huh?”
You show him your pruning hands, he chuckles at that. “We’ll do some face masks after dinner arrives, yeah?” 
You stand to grab your towel off the hanging rack; he does the same in a few minutes time.
Eventually when you both are dressed in your night clothes, you’re sitting by the kitchen island counter where you keep the leftover open wine bottles. You’re halfway between naming the rose in the refrigerator when Atsumu’s phone goes off alerting you both Osamu was a few minutes out. The glasses you were to drink from were stemless ones and thus the conversation or lack thereof revolved around the unknown guilt the setter must have felt post loose canon-service ace.
“What if I’m benched for sure? What if mah temper makes us lose the next match? What then?” Atsumu’s whining and complaining is reminiscent of the time you initially met way back during a summer festival. Your school had decided to ask the student council of Inarizaki at the time, to rent out their track field. You may not have played a major part of your own student council, but your third year peers nominated you to be the face and coordinator for said festival. You were tasked with procuring and partnering with a nearby campus to house the pagodas for the classes who wanted to conduct businesses. Luckily, Inarizaki was not too far away, so nothing like an e-mail could fix, right? Wrong. Members of the Inarizaki student council’s e-board decided to interview you before even considering voting for your school to have their festival on their grounds. Lo and behold, your meeting with the council members had been scheduled during a time where volleyball practice was being held: thankfully a student in their designated tracksuit had the audacity to flirt with you first instead. He introduces himself as the better twin before you hear his name being called back to the gym. 
“See ya around blondie,” you wave. Seconds later, their captain of the volleyball team also introduces himself when he sees you round the corner past the gym as you mention you were looking for classroom 4-1. Now why would you be looking for the student council room was none of the team’s business according to Kita. Afterall, your uniform looked nothing like their own to begin with.
Years later, when you reconnect with said blonde, you were in Onigiri Miya asking for a to-go pick up order. He introduces himself as the brother of the owner. This was how he actually gave you his phone number, quite deliberate and to the point. You laugh a bit at how easily he was tongue-tied until you hear his name clear as day for the second time, “‘Tsumu, back away from mah pretty costumer before ya taint ‘em with your ugly-ass attitude…Sorry if he’s been botherin’ ya. Mah brother doesn’t know any manners.”
You shake your head telling the head chef and owner you didn’t mind his twin’s boisterous nature. You even make it a point to leave behind your phone number as well in case either of them were in need of a bookstore employee’s expertise. Who would have guessed the blonde twin beat his brother to the punch by asking you out first when you happened to stop by the onigiri restaurant a second time within two months? Certainly not the setter of a pretty popular professional team, his words, not yours. One date turned to three, then many more after that; the best date as of yet was the first match against the Adlers in the Tokyo Dome where after their winning point, you’re in the box with family and friends and your not-so-stealthy boyfriend runs to meet you in the middle of the media frenzy yelling a frantic, “Ya made it!” in between kissing your cheeks and you saying how proud you were of his accomplishments. Sure the media had shared various clips and the gossip circles finally had a face to the myriad of nicknames number 13 calls you by during pre and post match interviews. Hell even their social media pages both for the team and individual ones for the athletes blew up with well wishes and ‘man aren’t they lucky to be together’ or ‘get yourself a guy that looks at you the way Miya A looks at yn’ type of messages. 
Regardless, for all the trials and tribulations of being associated with the lighter ash blonde now, who is eating his brother’s specialty, one extra large, extra fatty tuna onigiri, you recognize the early signs of a burnout brewing. You don’t want to suggest him taking a season off to relax, to think, to breathe right now, although your pensive look while you enjoy your pork char siu stuffed onigiri might have given you away. You’re obviously a bit worried about his outburst and though you did have fights or spats in the beginning of your relationship with Atsumu, you both don’t recall the last major one off the top of your head. Maybe it was when he met your family for the seventh time ever and your physical appearance was being torn down at the high end restaurant where your aunt and uncle were holding their twentieth wedding anniversary dinner. You mentioned you looked better in a suit and jokingly asked to trade jackets with Atsumu right before leaving. You decided to leave your suit pieces behind and opt to change into a gorgeous sunset hued dress; it was form-fitting and truly accentuated your figure. For what it’s worth, you wore it because you loved that dress and haven’t had an excuse to wear it other than Aran’s wedding in the Maldives a couple of months back. However, when you had excused yourself to the outside patio area of the rented dining room, Atsumu followed you after sternly telling your parents off: ‘Yn looks great no matter what they wear. I loved them in the suit they were going to wear, but I also loved the dress they’re wearing now. What gives ya the right to ridicule ‘em like that, huh? Now if ya’ll ‘xcuse me, I got t’comfort yn.’
That memory sticks out in your mind as you glance over to where Atsumu is perched, happily tearing away at his onigiri. The frosted bottle of rose from the fridge sits uncorked in front of the two of you. You take a mighty swig from the bottle and place it back down. Atsumu nearly chokes when he calls you a heathen. 
“The glasses were right there!” he laughs as he points where they were–in front of the island, next to the sink, on the right of the closed dishwasher.
“Meh, shoulda brought ‘em over to me if ya had the time,” you shrug. “Besides, you looked so happy to be eating dinner.”
He hums as he finishes the last bite only to take an even mightier swig of the rose. 
“Oi, leave some for me,” you pout, swatting his arm. He smirks at you, promising the last sip to be yours. You drink the rest of the bottle and right before you can swallow it completely, with pursed lips, you kiss Atsumu point blank. You feel his hands tilt your head back a fraction and as the wine washes down your esophagus, his tongue licks the sugars off your lips in an attempt to thoroughly deepen this kiss. You’re in your right mind as is he when he stands to envelop you in his arms. You push him back a bit asking if it’s time for bed only for him to whisper a, ��not yet baby,” causing him to kiss you once more. Only this time, like all the times prior, he lifts you up to carry you to bed; his lips trace your pulse point as a warning before you whisper out a whimper of his name when he nibbles a love bite on your neck. You don’t squirm, rather you relax your body more the moment you tilt your head more to the side for him to continue trailing your neck with sensually quick pecks each one lingering longer than the last.
“Say mah name,” he requests, no implores you to do so when he’s about to lay you down on your bed. You take his face in your hands and bump your nose against his whilst you nod.
“Atsumu,” your voice has a giggle in it he had come to memorize. “We should sleep here soon…”
“In a bit,” he cradles the back of your head as he lays you down higher than himself on the bed. He tells you to get comfortable while you open your arms for him, politely waiting for him to curl into your embrace. You run your hands through his hair reminding him everyone has their off days; every athlete whether professional or not, are going through the same trials and tribulations as him. He nods as his breathing evens out. You’re nearly half asleep yourself when you hear him say a word of thanks. 
“Anytime,” you deftly say. “Rest easy love. I’ll be here to wake you up in the morning.”
“Mmhm.”
You kiss the top of his head as he snuggles against your chest. You lean down once more to tell him a few things you knew he needed to hear; it was the same thing he told you on your second date: ‘you are loved; you are valid; and you are proof that love for me exists.’ 
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sukirichi · 2 years
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SUKI WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!! THIS ASK RIGHT HERE. Oh my god!!! Made me came back from the dead, my heart's beating again. I was so so sooo angry after reading chapter 3 that I had no other choice but to imagine ways the story can go down to ease my brain and, I shit you not, this is literally one of the outcomes I had in mind jajajsjajsjajjaj (anon and I share a mental connection <3) So you can imagine how much I screamed and kicked and punched the air when I read your reply, no joke😩 Me thinks Kiyoomi🛐🛐
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I must admit I have not read neither chapter 4 or 5 and I don't think I will until the story is on its last chapters (cause I'm a little crybaby and the suspense it's gonna be my cause of death), so I don't have a lot to say in terms of plot and what happened BUT I do read and find comfort in the asks anons send your way. Feels so validating, like I'm not the only one that's crazy angry about those two???? And since I have no one else to talk about this... yeah, this is our lil crying corner jajajasj <3 However, I am looking respectfully at Sakusa's backstory and patiently waiting for it. Dunno if you already posted it in chapter 5 or not, but if you did... will deffo take a peek👀. Btw, this isn't meant to put pressure on you!! Just wanted to share my opinion and support. Even if at the end Kiyoomi and reader fucking is not the direction you wanna take or aren't feeling like it is right, I know you are gonna nail it baby!!! and high chances are you will have me crying in your ask box😼
HELLO OMG I REMEMBER THAT OLD ASK ASHJAKA i wanna go hard on the yn x kiyoomi agenda someday like THEM AS A COUPLE? BEAUTIFUL. INTENSE. HEART WRENCHING.
and aah thank you so much, please feel free to read it once the chapters are all done although it might take me a while to finish em :< sakusa’s arc tho... i think it'll be around chapter nine onwards 👀
thank you again for your kind words, i love talking about dtd with you guys too! hopefully we can make them fuck LMAO and if i ever do write that scene, i’ll pay extra attention that their smut scene will be the most intimate out of everyone. suna could NEVER i’m sorry 😭
thank you again, so much, i appreciate this!!
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priestesstoru · 2 years
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thirst game: SAKUSA AND BREEDING IM BEGGING
ask n u shall receive
CW// gn!afab!reader, breeding, mentions of pregnancy
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Sakusa hated a lot of things, often turning his nose up at various things that were brought up in your sex life. He always has some sort of reason, and you never thought twice about it. He’s also not a big fan of messes, so imagine your surprise when he decided to try something new.
He pulls out of your cunt, making you furrow your brows as you watch him pull the condom off his cock.
“Omi, ‘s everything okay?”
He mumbles out a quick “yeah” as he climbs back on top of you. Before he has any time to second guess himself, he’s pushing his cock back inside your wet cunt.
He hissed as he experiences the new feeling for the first time, relishing in the way you feel even warmer without the thin condom separating you two.
His head falls into the crook of your neck, mind racing with the consequences of his current action. His hips stutter as he thinks about the possibility of you getting pregnant.
Fuck.
He sucks in a sharp breath as he tries to control himself. The mere thought of pregnancy has him almost cumming immediately, like a prepubescent teen would during their first time.
You’d look so pretty like that, filled with one of his babies. Your boobs would become so big and achy, sore due to the pregnancy process. Your stomach would grow with his baby, letting the whole world know that you were his.
His actions become more and more erratic as his mind races with thoughts of breeding you. It’s so addictive, thought after thought cementing that future.
Why hadn’t he done this before? It’s so arousing that he swears he’s gonna bust at any given moment. Regardless, he’s determined to fill your cunt full of cum with the hope that it’ll stick.
send me a character and a kink, and i’ll give you a short nsfw drabble (open)
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tetsvhoe · 3 years
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Hi!! I know you've already expanded on the toxic exes drabble, but I would love if you included Bokuto, Atsumu, & Sakusa too!! I really like your writing and characterizations and I'm looking forward to what else you come up with in the future!!
SEEING YOUR TOXIC EX [3]
kuroo's part
tsukishima and suna's part
iwaizumi, oikawa, and kageyama's part
hinata, matsukawa, and osamu’s part
character/s: bokuto koutaro x f reader, miya atsumu x f reader, sakusa kiyoomi x f reader
genre/s: fluff
warning/s: toxic exes, jabs on reader’s weight and hinted physical abuse on bokuto’s part, suggestive on atsumu’s part bc he’s a smug little shit
gwen's notes 🤍: damb u hit the spot these three are literally my faves. ngl writing for the same prompt is kinda difficult because i feel like i’m being repetitive, sorry if that’s the case. i end up forgetting what i wrote right after lmao.
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bokuto koutaro
you loved coming to bokuto's games to cheer him up, this time was no different. he'd wear an entirely different smile and put on a grander show whenever he spot you among the crowd.
you waited by the entrance after the game concluded. spectators passed you by as they take their leave, talking about the plays and highlights of the game.
you kept yourself busy on your phone as you waited for your boyfriend to finish getting dressed in their locker rooms, excited to run up to his arms and tell him he did so well.
there was a tap on your shoulder. you turned around, the grin on your lips faltering when you realized it wasn't your boyfriend but someone you hoped you'd never see.
he scoffed at your reaction before leaning his face level with yours. "watched the game with your new boyfriend? didn't peg you as someone interested in sports, not when we were together at least," he snorted.
yes and no. yes, you watched the game not with but of your boyfriend. no, you were never athletic or that interested in sports but it's different when your boyfriend played the sport himself–with so much joy and passion at that. how could you not indulge him when he excitedly explains the game to you and entertains all your questions eagerly despite having to repeat himself a few times. when he turns to you with bright eyes whenever he scores a point as if he's just as impressed and surprised as you are. when he runs to hug you after, "did you see that, did you see what i did?" as he bounced on his feet like a little kid. similarly, he listens intently as you rant about the shows your watching and chimes in his own theories and opinions. he adoringly watches you doing your own hobbies and is utterly amazed. he supports your dreams and ambitions and wholeheartedly believes in you. a stark contrast to the person in front of you who always made you feel... invalid. in all aspects.
bile rose up your throat, but you managed to put on a fake smile, scrunching your nose. "hm i'm actually waiting for him, so if you excuse me." you swiftly turned on your heel but he caught your wrist and pulled you back, causing your heart to stop.
"hey where do you think you're going," he cooed, his tone more menacing and dark than before. "we could wait for your boyfriend right here, while we catch up."
you dropped the facade and straight up glared at him, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. he didn't get the chance to hit you before when you were together, but he was always aggressive–slamming doors, throwing stuff across the room, punching walls, death grip on your shoulders and wrists. if you hadn't left him sooner, he would have eventually gotten a lot more physical with you. that thought alone scared you even when you weren't together anymore. he still acted as if he had every right.
"i have nothing to say to you. quite frankly i don't give a shit about you or what's going on in your life."
he let out a bitter chuckle, refusing to let go of you. "shame, it's just because i think you've put on a bit of weight. you seemed to have let go of yourself hm?"
taken aback, your mouth hung open. you tried to find the words to bark back at him but your mind went blank. you scolded yourself for allowing him to have such an effect but most of all you couldn't fathom how highly he must have thought of himself to talk and act like that.
satisfied with the way you stopped struggling as he hit a nerve, he continued provoking you. "how do you expect anyone to love you-no at least just like you when you look like that, come on," he clicked his tongue.
tears welled up in your eyes out of pure anger and hatred, but you weren't going to let him see that. you swallowed thickly at the lump in your throat. your voice was shaky but you managed to tell him off with finality. "that's fucking rich coming from you and your inexistent hygiene. you have no right to treat me like shit again, not when we were together and most certainly not when we are not."
you could tell he was always so used to having his way and having the final say on things as you saw his jaw clench and eyes twitch. he was fuming and his grip impossibly becoming tighter.
a breath of relief huffed out of your mouth as you heard a group of people approaching, that must be bokuto and the team. your heart swelled as you spot him in the crowd, tall and brooding as usual.
"you guys go on ahead," he called after his teammates as he jogged over to you. his smile was quickly wiped off when his eyes trailed to where your ex had his unwelcome grip on you. you took the opportunity to finally yank your hand away and rub the spot he had grasped.
"hey, babe what's going on?" he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you flush against his side out of instinct. he stared the man down with a scowl you were pretty sure you'd never seen before.
"nothing," your ex was all too quick to answer, teeth clenched in annoyance. you felt like you narrowly missed him getting physical with you again and you shuddered at the thought. "i was just leaving anyway."
it was bokuto's turn to put a death grip on him and you noticed how your ex winced in the slightest. you kept your grin to yourself. your boyfriend turned to look at you, eyes gentle and voice soft. "is everything alright, princess? did he do something?"
your heart fluttered at that. you glanced up at your ex, he had a look of panic in his eyes yet he tried to mask it with annoyance. as satisfying as it was to watch him be put in his place, you didn't want to give him the luxury of your care. you would have paid good money to watch him get smacked in the face, by your beefcake of a boyfriend no less, but you deemed him unworthy of you and bokuto's time and energy.
you wrapped your arms around bokuto's waist, snuggling to his chest as you provokingly smile up at your ex. "forget about it, kou. we have so many better things to do. let's not waste our time with him." bokuto melted into your touch, hesitantly freeing him.
he placed a kiss on your temple as you skipped your way to his car. you could feel he was still uneasy about the encounter but you didn't wanna ruin both of your moods over something as useless as that.
"what was that even about, what did he tell you?"
you playfully pouted at him. "hm a lot of nasty things i would not care to repeat. anyway do you think i gained weight?" you let go of his hand to raise your arms on either side and do a little spin for bokuto. as nonchalant and playful as you tried to put it, you can't help but feel bothered.
he stopped in his tracks, the expression on his face was unreadable. he didn't answer but grabbed your hand instead and led you to his car.
hand on the steering wheel and eyes trailed forward, he finally spoke. "first of all i don't know what he said exactly. in hindsight i might have done something pretty bad if i found out."
you offered a tight lipped cheeky smile as he turned to you.
"second of all you should have at least let me hit him one time."
"hm no, jerks who use a singular bar of soap for the entirety of their hygiene do not deserve rights. you're too good to give him the time of day."
you both broke out to a hearty chuckle, touching his arm and leaning your head against his shoulder. you opened your mouth to speak but bokuto beat you to it.
"and yes i think you did gain weight."
you stared at him confused, eyebrows raised and mouth agape.
"because i take good care of you. you look so much happier and healthier as opposed to when you lost weight because you were always stressed and miserable because of him." you searched his eyes for a hint of insincerity, but they were almost sparkling with adoration and love. "i think you look perfect. i love you, every part of you."
he reached over to hold your cheek, your face heating up at the gesture. you leaned against his touch, eyes glossed over.
"i love you, kou. literally how did i get so lucky."
he placed a quick peck on the tip of your nose, starting the engine to distract you from the blush appearing on his face.
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miya atsumu
dating the miya atsumu has been everything but boring. you knew he had a lot of dedicated fan girls, so to speak. though rest assured atsumu only had eyes for you, you still loved to look your best whenever you went out together.
especially since this was your first fancy dinner date and night out with him in a while, you went all out—the dress, the hair, the makeup, the shoes and accessories. atsumu couldn’t help but feel as though he won the lottery.
he couldn’t keep his hands to himself all night, always an arm around your waist or a hand resting on your thigh. he kept checking you out, too like he was trying to gather the courage to shoot his shot with you. he was being an adorable little dork and your biggest hypeman.
you both weren’t sure where to go after you’ve indulged in a fancy dinner at some high end restaurant and your boyfriend was dead set on showing you off. he argued that you spent so much time and effort to look this good and he didn’t want to waste that. luckily though his teammates were out drinking on this lovely saturday evening and you both decided to crash in.
the loud music buzzed through the walls and floor, the lights were dim and colorful and just as intoxicating, bodies clashed and melted into each other on the dance floor.
you were left alone in your booth as atsumu went to get more drinks, the rest of the guys were just scattered around the club and making the most out of their well deserved break.
“if it isn’t y/n,” a voice you immediately recognized, despite being tipsy from the alcohol, half-shouted from behind you.
you spared him an uninterested eyes, bringing your glass to your lips as you rolled your eyes. “what the hell do you want from me?”
he claimed a seat across from you, propping his elbows up. “have you no shame?” he clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “dressed like a slut surrounded by all those men what would your new little boyfriend think of this behavior?”
you put your glass down with a bit more force than intended, spilling some of the drink on the table. “that’s none of your business. get lost.”
“it is if you’re acting like a whore right after we broke up, don’t you have a little bit of respect left for me or yourself?” he continued to taunt, leaning back on his seat.
you narrowed your eyes, rage bubbling up from the utter bullshit he was spewing. “you have always acted like a whore when we were together. i say this again, whatever i choose to do with my life is none of your fucking business. leave,” you gritted through your teeth.
a laugh resounded from behind you followed by a chaste kiss on the crook of your neck. atsumu claimed his seat beside you as he set your drinks down. you and your ex both looked at him surprised and confused. he draped an arm over your thighs and crossed his leg over the other obnoxiously. “oh by the way i think she looks fucking hot.”
you blinked back at him, confused.
“you were wondering what would your new little boyfriend think of this behavior,” he mocked in a whiny voice, making you snicker. “i think she looks hot and i’m glad she’s having fun.” he glared at him through his lashes as he took a long sip from his drink.
after a beat of awkward silence in your booth, your ex finally scoffed. “you should keep your girlfriend on a short leash. she’s known to mess around with other guys when we were still together.”
you rolled your eyes but before you could open your mouth to deny his entirely wrong claim, atsumu leaned over, setting his glass down. he looked almost amused with his bored eyes and slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “is she known for that really or did you just spread those rumors when your ego couldn’t handle being dumped, rightly so i might add.”
annoyed and humiliated, your ex struggled to find a response but refused to back down. he looked at you instead, sneering. “oh i see, i get it now. you just really love the attention don’t you? you love having men gawk at you and your boyfriend thinks you’re all that.”
“oh get over yourself,” you scoffed folding your arms over your chest. “your head must be so far up your ass to think i look like this for you or anyone else for that matter.”
atsumu chuckled, shaking his head. “mhm, trust me you’re the farthest thing on her mind especially when i get to fuck her senseless when we get home.”
you snapped your head at your boyfriend, eyes wide and cheeks burning with embarrassment. “tsumu!” you half-whispered half-shouted, pinching his side.
“oops sorry, guess i wasn’t supposed to say that,” he laughed as he gathered your things in his hands. “just thought you should know, since you act like your opinion still matters.”
you were silent the whole way home, unsure of how to feel. you were furious that your ex had the nerve to say such degrading words at you to the point where you wondered if he was right. although atsumu defended you, being the cocky bastard he was, you wondered how he felt about other people checking you out.
your ex used to scold you for dressing up, accusing you of seeing someone else behind his back. he used to be annoyed at you whenever you got catcalled or checked out in public, saying it could have been avoided if you dressed modestly.
“tsum, do you think…” you couldn’t bring yourself to finish the words, suddenly being conflicted and hating yourself. an involuntary sob escaped your lips as atsumu pulled up to the driveway.
he pulled you into his chest wordlessly and stroked your hair. “what we’re not going to do is let that idiot’s words get to you, okay? i’m sorry he ruined your night, angel. i’m here, it’s okay.”
“but i- it’s my fault. i shouldn’t have-“
“i don’t care,” he announced, making you stare up at him with teary eyes. “dress however you want, i can fight,” he grinned, flexing his arms in an attempt to make you smile.
it worked.
he placed a kiss on your forehead before thumbing your tears away. “we both know he was just trying to get in your head. i won’t let him fuck with your mind like that anymore okay? i love you, angel.”
you sniffled a small “i love you too”, making him smile to himself.
“let’s go inside, i’ll make sure we end this night on a nice note,” he whispered, giving you a playful wink. you chuckled but felt your face heat up once more, recalling he was going to fulfill the promise he made back at the club.
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sakusa kiyoomi
you and sakusa were quite the opposites but that’s exactly why you worked—you balanced each other out nicely. he was quiet and reserved, you were chatty and cheerful. you rambled about the million different things going on in your pretty little head, and he listened intently.
likewise, sakusa was often busy with training. days like these, when you got to go out with him doing all sorts of fun stuff, didn’t come often so you wanted to make the most out of it. your boyfriend was surprisingly willing to indulge you in a full day of going around town, sightseeing and shopping, trying out different food you saw along the way.
you were both pretty spent by sunset. your last stop happened to be a quaint cafe with homey and aesthetic interior. you thought nothing could possibly ruin the wonderful day you had just spent with your boyfriend.
as always, you were doing most of the talking while sakusa gave you curt replies, simple head nods and shakes. it didn’t mean he was any less interested or happy though. he felt at ease despite having been around people all day because you were around. you held his hand, gave him reassuring smiles, and made sure he was alright. whenever he felt uncomfortable, you would always put him first and his heart swelled every time because he always felt how much you cared about him.
though you felt you were talking his ears off, he made sure you knew he was enjoying your company through little gestures. he would give your hand a gentle squeeze, recall the story you were telling to see if he got the details of the gossip right, he would occasionally give his opinions on the things you thought of buying, and pose shyly for your spontaneous picture taking.
“omi you look like a pinterest boy,” you squealed, fishing your phone out of your pocket to snap a quick photo. you could barely tell, but he was smiling under his mask.
“is that supposed to be a compliment,” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
you bite back a grin, reaching over to brush his curls away from his face. “a huge one.” he was startled at first, but a blush quickly crept up his face to where his mask couldn’t hide it. you giggled, making him playfully swat your hand away.
you excused yourself to order for the both of you.
“still overbearing as ever i see,” a voice whispered from behind you.
you quickly turned around to see your ex sneering down at you. “excuse me?” you huffed, taking a cautious step back. the cafe was slightly crowded but he was the last person you ever expected to see, especially after the lovely day you just had.
“it’s just that you haven’t changed at all. you are still so unbearably annoying,” he enunciated with spite as he motioned to where sakusa was sat, busy scrolling through his phone.
“you have no idea what you’re talking about. i just wanna get coffee, so excuse me,” you dismissed him quickly, not wanting him to notice how your heart clenched at his words.
you recalled the absolute torture you went through with him when he would push and pull you away whenever he pleased, until eventually dumping you because you were “too much”—too clingy, affectionate, talkative, that you didn’t leave him space to breathe because you were always hovering over him.
he clicked his tongue, stopping you mid step. you should have just went to the counter, you took note. “can’t believe you never learned your lesson. i feel so bad for your new guy, he looks so fed up with you already.”
there was a satisfied smirk on his face when you turned to look at him. what were you even supposed to say to him? you knew he was purposely riling you up, and it worked.
“i’m not sure what you want me to say to that,” you spat glaring at him, balling your fists.
“exactly, nothing because you know i’m right. i was right all along that you wouldn’t find anybody who would want to put up with your bullshit,” he snickered humorlessly.
“speak for yourself,” sakusa’s cold tone cut through the conversation abruptly. he towered above your ex as he stood his full height and looked down at him, almost in disgust.
“what’s taking so long?” he jerked his head towards you.
you stammered for an answer, so your boyfriend grabbed your hand instead and pulled you to his side. he was never big on pda and so were you, but your heart danced around in your chest giddily nonetheless.
“you must be so awfully miserable with your life that you feel the need to drill those thoughts into her head,” he retorted, eyes narrowing at your stunned ex. “quite frankly you’re the intolerable one so you have to gaslight and manipulate the shit out of someone into staying with you,” he snickered, pulling his mask down to flaunt his vicious grin.
he turned to you with a soft smile, kissing your temple before hauling you away. “let’s go, love. this place suddenly became filthy and disgusting for some reason. it reeks.”
“i don’t find you annoying or anything,” sakusa awkwardly blurted out as you quietly sipped your iced coffee in an entirely different cafe, one with an open rooftop and a breathtaking view. “i’m not very good with words… or actions for that matter but i really love you and your clinginess and affection.”
you stared at him with the drink still your hand as you struggled to find the words to say. he looked away and rubbed the back of his neck shyly, which only made you want to smother him more. you hopped off your seat and nuzzled to his side. he was glad you were too busy teasing him to notice how much he was blushing.
“awww omi i love you too,” you cooed. “i knew you loved my teasing all along!” you repeatedly poked his sides, making him jerk away.
when he seized your hand and looked you in the eyes, bringing his face a few inches from yours, you faltered. “you’re trying to brush it off, but i know he messed you up badly. just because i suck at showing it, doesn’t mean i love you any less.”
the sudden vulnerabilty, in a public place no less, tugged at your emotions. the tears rolled down your cheeks on their own.
chuckling, sakusa ruffled your hair and pulled you into a quick hug. “finish that already, i can’t wait to go home and shower,” he muttered, changing the subject.
you snuck a quick kiss over his mask, grinning. “i love you, omi.” you giggled at how he blinked a few times before stuttering out an awkward “i love you too, idiot.”
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Firsts with Sakusa Kiyoomi
A collections of firsts with Sakusa Kiyoomi
A/N: 
I’ve had the idea of this story in my drafts forever now, but I sat down yesterday and finally brought it to life! I have never wrote for Sakusa before, but I hope that you guys enjoy my personification of him!
word count: 7.2k!
warnings: vomiting, nsfw content that will be italicized, swearing?
Please interact with this story! I’m restarting my blog back up and I lost a lot of moots! Send me asks and whatnot!
The first time you saw Sakusa Kiyoomi was when he silently strolled down the hallway in elementary school. He had a blank stare at all times. Never strayed too close to any of the other children. A gloomy looking child that you did not particularly want to approach. His hands remained glued to his side and looked to be sulking. He blended into the crowd but if you paid enough attention, he barely stood out. He crossed your mind for the slightest second before you were sucked back into conversation with your friends.
-
The first time you heard his voice was when he was talking to another boy in your grade level. Who you found out was his cousin. Their interaction was quiet and somewhat dull. His cousin, Motoya, asked if he wanted to go to an after school activity with him. Sakusa nodded briefly and said “sure”. His voice was quiet and bored. You wondered as you walked past the boys what they were talking about, however, you were quickly distracted yet again and proceeded to move forward without a second thought.
-
The first interaction between the two of you was your third year of middle school. Sakusa Kiyoomi was nothing but a background character in your life. You ever so often saw him since the two of you were in different classes. However, you shared a class with Motoya so it wasn’t too rare to see the boy. 
You walked out of class upon dismissal, but hung around campus with your friends, knowing that your parents were at work and it was redundant to return so early. It was an unanimous decision to go to the convenience store outside of campus to grab a quick bite with the chore money that took a few weeks to rack up.
Walking outside of the gym a volleyball rolled to your feet. You picked it up before looking to your right to see who it belonged to. Sakusa Kiyoomi walked calmly over to you with his  hands  at  his side.  There was no one else in the gym. He was playing by himself.
He came to a halt, looking at you expectedly. You fidgeted the ball in your palms before asking. “Are you practicing all alone?”  He nodded curtly with a deadpan expression that said give me the ball. 
“I see.” You tossed him the ball gently before following your friends that have already walked ahead. 
At the convenience store you grabbed things you thought Sakusa may have liked.
“Why are you grabbing so much? Also, I thought you didn’t like daifuku.” Aya commented as she browsed the shelf next to you. Your nose scrunched up. “I’m just craving it.” You shrugged her off. She didn’t reply as she grabbed a carton of apple juice. 
All of you checked out and parted ways in front of the store. It wasn’t long before you peeked your head into the gym to see Sakusa slamming  the ball against the wall continuously. He was roughly the same height as you, but each time he struck the ball, there was an undeniable force behind it. 
You took your shoes off, outside of the gym before clearing your throat nervously.
The boy caught the ball as it ricocheted off the wall. His black curls stuck messily to his forehead and he turned to you with a confused expression. Holding up the plastic bag with one hand,  you offered him a small smile. 
“Looked like you were working hard, so I brought this for you.” 
He blinked at you. Not a word. 
“I can just leave it somewhere if you’d like. I just have to-”
“I was actually getting kind of hungry.” He said quietly. He walked to the edge of the gym and sat down. You followed his lead quietly. Upon sitting down, you opened the bag,  preparing to dump  everything on the floor before he raised a hand to stop you. 
“The floor is rather dirty, I would prefer you not to do that.” He said plainly “Please.” he added. You nodded and opened the bag towards him so he could get his pick. Luckily for you he went straight for the daifuku. He meticulously unwrapped it and began to munch silently. You followed suit and you began to eat a custard-filled bread roll. 
“Sakusa, right?” You turned your head to the boy. “Kyosuke?” You faltered.
He shook his head. “Kiyoomi. And you?”
“L/N F/N.” You answered. He dipped his head in acknowledgement. 
“What high school are you going to try to go to?” 
“Itachiyama.”
“Really? I want to go there as well. Maybe we can study together for the entrance exams together.”
“I’m going to get in on a sports recommendation since I’m on the volleyball team here.” He said nonchalantly as he flattened the snack’s wrapper on his thigh. You nodded. His curtness didn’t particularly bother you. 
“Fair enough.” You brushed off your skirt and began to make an exit towards the gym. You began to slip your shoes on outside of the door before waving over to him. “Let me know if you change your mind about studying. I’m in the same class as your cousin. Keep the rest of the snacks. Work hard.”
-
Roughly two weeks later Sakusa Kiyoomi was waiting outside of class 3-B. Ignoring Motoya he approached you. “Let’s study for entrance exams.” Motoya looked at you oddly and tailed the two of you as Sakusa lead you to the library in silence.
You sat in front of the curly haired boy, pulling out your journals and folders excitedly sliding them towards Sakusa. Motoya sat beside him, earning a subtle glare from Kiyoomi.
“I looked at everything they’ve made available for students who are applying, organized it, and color coded it. I have a plan to get in. 
Sakusa carefully eyed over your notes as he skimmed the pages. Your handwriting was incredibly neat. Everything was so organized that even an idiot could get into Itachiyama. Not that he was thinking that you were stupid by any means.
That was the first time you saw Sakusa smile because of you.
-
It was now your first year at Itachiyama Academy. You walked through the gates of the school sandwiched between Sakusa and Motoya. Somehow the three of you managed to be in the same class.
As the semester progressed, you began to settle in a routine with the boys. You would sit at practices, reading books. After they finished, you would all study at someone’s house and part ways. 
It was dipping into the summer. Tokyo subtly rose in temperature as the rainy season commenced. 
Sakusa stood outside of your home with an umbrella since he was fully aware that you refused to bring one to school any time that it rained. He looked down to his cellphone. You were always punctual so it didn’t make sense to him that you weren’t outside yet. He knocked on the front door to your family home. No answer.
He used the spare key under the plant to go inside. He propped the umbrella against the door and took his shoes off before making his way upstairs. You weren’t in your bed but he could hear someone gagging in the bathroom.
His face contorted into disgust at the thought, but proceeded towards the room. He opened the bathroom door to see you hunched over the toilet. Your hair pooled over your shoulders going forward as you choked on your own vomit. Sobs quietly echoed the room. 
He cautiously moved forward and gathered your hair in his hand. He turned his head away from your body to cover his distaste for the situation that he found himself in.  You jumped startled in place before you started vomiting again. 
“Sorry, I didn’t text you. I’ve been here for hours.” Your voice was incredibly weak.
“I wish you took care of yourself. Then things like this wouldn’t happen. Where are your parents?”
“I don’t know.” Your voice croaked. Sakusa flinched at that. He knew the feeling all too well.
“You know if you used an umbrella in the rain you wouldn’t get sick. Plus you’ve been pulling all nighters with school for no reason. Stop overexerting yourself.”
“Shut up.” You groaned. “Go to school. I’ll take care of myself.”
He rolled his eyes. He grabbed a hair tie from under your sink and tied your hair back to the best of his ability before leaving the room. Going downstairs he began to make hot green tea with honey, a glass of water, and cut up an apple, your favorite fruit, and grabbed a mask out of his backpack and put it on before returning to the bathroom. You were leaning against the wall, your features were flushed as beads of sweat developed along your forehead.
Sakusa sighed as he squatted in front of you. 
“Drink this. Rehydrate. Put some food in your stomach.” 
“Go to school Sakusa.” You muttered as you placed the cup to your lips gently.
Sakusa began washing his hands into the sink, ignoring you.
“You ought to go lie down so your body can repair itself.” He turned around before gathering the cups and the bowl of fruit from you. He placed it on your bedside table before he felt a weight collide with his back. He turned suddenly to catch your body.
“Sorry, I must be really weak right now.” A laugh barely escaped your lips. You were face to face with him as he supported you up. All he did was nod before he gently lowered you onto the bed, placing you under the sheets.
He walked over to the bathroom and found a small towel. A sigh of exasperation escaped his lips. He already had known that you were overdoing it academically, but now it finally showed physically. He didn’t understand you sometimes.
He returned to your room once more to see that you were out cold. He used the cloth to gently dab the sweat off of your face before folding it inside out and resting it on your forehead entirely. Sakusa supposed that it would be alright to skip school that day to help his friend out.
“Thanks, Kiyoomi.” The words poured quietly from your lips. His head jerked up suddenly
That was the first time you didn’t call him by his surname.
-
“Okay hear me out. Yes, you’re insanely talented at volleyball. No, I am not telling you how to play, BUT I think that if you approach the AB attack that you guys have been working on this way, I think that you can achieve it somewhat better.” You shoved your diagram that you drew out to Kiyoomi. His eyes scanned over everything. You flipped the page in front of him. 
“This is the way that you’ve been doing it, but I think that with your spiking range, you wouldn’t have to exert yourself and overextend yourself from this side of the court.”
Sakusa laughed pulling your notebook closer to himself. 
“This is actually genius. How did you know I couldn’t get it?”
“You’ve been spending more time practicing solo than normal so I just paid a little more attention when I’ve been able to come in and watch.”
“I really appreciate this! Do you mind?” You shook your head. “It’s all yours. I have some other ideas in there as well since nationals are coming up.”
He giddily slid it into his backpack before checking his phone. 
“Shit. I didn’t realize how late it was. The subways are probably packed by now.” He groaned.
You slung your bag over your shoulder. The crowds outside were moving meticulously outside. A sigh escaped your lips. You turned to Sakusa as he hooked a mask over each ear with a gloomy expression.
The two of you walked out of the cafe and headed towards the JR line. The crowd was astonishingly hard to walk through. Well, it was easy for Saksua since he could see over the sea of people. You reached out for his sleeve and managed to grab his hand. He looked back and gave you a weary acknowledgement and continued to tread forward. You barely managed to get into the train car with him. Your fingers tangled with his as you were shoved into his side. You looked up to see his eyebrows furrowed and expression darkened.. This definitely isn’t the first time that Saksusa had been unfortunate enough to get on the trains with rush hour. 
“You good, Kiyoomi?” You tugged on his arm gently as you whispered. He nodded looking down at you. A man beside you accidentally shoved you forward. Sakusa quickly laced his fingers in yours before he anchored you back to his side. You squeeze his hand gently as a quiet thanks.
In roughly ten minutes the doors opened to your stop. Sakusa led the way, weaseling the two of you outside of the train station. He let out a sigh of relief as he climbed the stairs onto the open street.
“Much better.” he mumbled. You absentmindedly followed him to his house as he continued to hold your hand.
“Kiyoomi, you know you can go ahead and let go now.” He froze in his tracks and looked down to your hands and returned his gaze to your face.
“Apologies.” He said before he let go. His hand returned to his side.
“I think I’m going to call it a night here. I’m going to Motoya’s to study the notes. I’ll text you if I have any questions.” He raised a hand to bid farewell and walked to the direction of his home. 
Your eyes traveled down to the palm of your hand. You studied it. Each finger as you rotated it. With a subtle shrug, you turned to the opposite direction and made your way home.
That was the first time you held hands with Sakusa Kiyoomi.
-
“What do you mean I can’t braid your hair for a game? It’s getting longer and it would look adorable. Right, Motoya?” You twirled one of Sakusa’s curls gently in your finger. Motoya glanced up from his phone laughing. 
“I don’t see why not.”
“ Don’t support her. You’re going to make her think that she’s unstoppable.” Sakusa groaned and thudded his head against the table. 
“Can I do it for fun though?” You whined as your ran your hands through his hair.
He sunk in his chair in defeat. “Fine.”
You excitedly stood up and got to work. 
After a few minutes you were finished. His hair was barely short enough for it to stick into a little poof in the back. You quickly took out your phone and snapped a quick selfie with your back camera. You laughed at the photo as Sakusa grabbed at it.
“I didn’t know that you were going to take a picture of me, you ass! Delete it!” 
“Nah, this is too good! Kiyoomi I really think you should do this for a game! You look precious!”  
You quickly ran over to the couch next to Motoya, showing him the off guard picture you got of the two of them. The two of you were in hysterics. Sakusa ran over to the couch to join the two of you. Placing an arm around your shoulder he broke into laughter as well.
Lose hair flowed on the sides of his face. His eyes squinted shut as his laughs filled the room.
“You ought to delete that picture though, seriously.”
You shook your head at him. 
“This is too good. I might just send it to your whole team.”
“Don’t even think about it.”
After some time, the three of you settled down and watched a movie. You rested your head on his shoulder. His arm never left your side. The three of you passed out cold. 
Motoya’s mother laughed at the view she had of the three of you as she took her shoes out of the door. Her own son was sprawled out on the end of the couch, snoring the night away. Kiyoomi’s head rested on the couch. Tufts of hair were popping out of the braid. His arms loosely wrapped around you. Your head rested against his chest and your arms rested around his stomach.
She laughed quietly to herself, leaving the kids to sleep.
This was the first time that you fell asleep on Sakusa Kiyoomi.
-
“What do you mean that you didn’t have a good time at the camp? It’s literally for the Olympics!” You had your hands on your hips as you stared at Saksua. He sulked in your kitchen chair. He came over as soon as he had gotten back from camp.
“I do not understand how Shiratorizawa lost. Kageyama Tobio wasn’t necessarily an extraordinary feat to watch-”
“You do understand that there’s a reason why he got invited there as well, right?”
“I’m trying to be realistic here.”
“Well since both schools are going to nationals, maybe you can play them in the bracket. You’re the number two ace in the country because you worked hard Kiyoomi. I don’t care if some brat from Miyagi rubbed you the wrong way. You need to get over it and do your best. You and Motoya leave in two weeks.”
The two of you had spent the last hour bickering of his experience. Sakusa had a negative thing to say about almost every player that was there.
“If I want to analyze my potential opponent then I think you should allow me to. You’re not playing on the court whatsoever so I think you should keep your opinions to yourself about this situation.”
“Kiyomi, I’m literally the one who has helped you get to where you are now. I’ve spent hours of my own freetime, even getting physically ill coming up with ways to help you and Motoya improve your skills to be better players-”
“But nobody asked you to do that.” He glared at you. You falter at what to say next.
“I did it because you two are my friends. And I want you to succeed.” Each word articulated from your mouth excruciatingly slow. As if you were questioning yourself.
“You have a lot to say for someone who has never played the game before.” Sakusa snapped at you.
“Get out.” 
“What?”
“Get out of my house. You do not talk to me like that here.” You made your way to the front door, holding it open.
“Out Kiyoomi.”
“I think we’re having a little miscommunication.” He rose from his chair. He hands beared out to you as he stepped towards you cautiously.
“No. Grab your bag. Put your shoes on and leave. I understood with clarity everything you just said to me. Now I’m asking you to leave. You said everything you wanted to.”
Sakusa’s head did not hang low as your gaze pierced through him. He slung his back over his shoulder and walked towards you. His height towered over you before he bent down, slipping his shoes over his heels.
He walked out without another word. 
That was the first fight you had with Sakusa Kiyoomi.
-
In the next two weeks you didn’t walk to school with the boys, you did not study with them, you did not watch practice, you didn’t use breaks at school to visit their classrooms. Anytime Motoya had reached out, you politely avoided him. If Sakusa did it was like he wasn’t even there.
Nationals were now upon the boy’s volleyball team. You followed the group solemnly to the bus.  You had signed up as an official volunteer and there wasn’t any way to necessarily get out of it since you had already been excused from the school days.
You sat alone on the bus. Far away from your two friends. The ride was short. Upon arrival, you carried the medical bag to the team’s designated area for the day.
It was a clash of teams mingling at the entrance of the arena. Not one member of the team had made it to the area yet. You turned to see Sakusa’s standing in the corner of the room. His forehead creased and his chin tucked towards his chest. There were too many people for him. Motoya was mingling with random  teams. You let out a small sigh and made your way to the designated area. 
A hand gently rested on your shoulder.
“Can we talk?” Kiyoomi asked. He towered over you in height. You couldn’t see his face due to the mask, but he radiated stress. You nodded and sat next to him in the hallway.
The apology was quick, sweet, and straight to the point. You graciously accepted and it wasn’t any worry at all. 
You could never truly be mad at him.
You continued to help the boy’s volleyball team until they lost the tournament.
You waited on the side of the court for the boys to come off. However, Sakusa was approached by fans and reporters. 
You stood patiently on the other side of the toom. The opposing team’s captain approached you. He shyly flirted with you. Sakusa watched from afar as he continued to chat with the reporter. 
This was the first time Sakusa Kiyoomi felt jealousy.
-
You, Kiyoomi, and Motoya stood side by side posing for pictures for your families. High school diplomas proudly in hand.
Kiyoomi graciously slipped away from everyone for a brief moment. His parents were fawning over the fact that he got accepted into college on a sports scholarship. Same with Motoya. Your parents were openly wondering what college you would choose to go to. You got accepted to five different ones, one of them the same as Kiyoomi.
You and Motoya bid your parents a farewell and began to leave the school together for one last time. Kiyoomi stood at the gates waiting patiently for the two of you. His blazer now slung over one shoulder, he used his other arm to gently rest around your shoulder.
“I’ll see you at the dinner, Motoya. I’m going to walk Y/N home.” 
Motoya dipped his head in acknowledgement before parting ways.
You and Kiyoomi laughed and reminisced over the last three years. The late nights studying. Hanging around each other's houses. Him keeping you company as you read your books at cafes. The cat you two found outside of the school your first year. The god awful game of telephone pictionary that almost got the three of you suspended your second year of school. The failed attempts of learning how to play volleyball in third year. It seemed that all of the memories so precious to your heart were coming to a cease.
Your laughs faltered as you approached the gate of your home. 
“I don’t know what I’m going to do when you leave for Osaka.” You laughed nervously as his arm slid off of your shoulder. He unconsciously moved a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Easy. Just go to the same school as me. It’s not that difficult of a decision.”
You laughed. “You know I haven’t even begun to choose the college I want to go to yet. I haven’t weighed the pros and cons of each school. Plus you got a full ride.” You sighed.
“Well a pro is that I’m there. I think that’s enough.” He tilted his head at you.
You let out a short laugh before turning your head away from him. “If only it was that simple.” You wondered aloud.
“I have to see how good the program is for what I want to do. I know that they’re the top in the country for it but will it really benefit me? What if financial aid doesn't end up coming through and I have student loans out the ass? What if housing is full? If I don’t have anywhere to live?” 
Your thoughts were cut off by Kiyoomi stifling a laugh. He used a single hand to cover his mouth as he looked down at you. You shoved his chest playfully. 
“What’s so funny?”
“You worry too much for someone who’s so smart.”
You rolled your eyes at him. He ran his hand through his hair before he rested it on his neck, his gaze never leaving yours. 
“I don’t think I’ve ever told you how pretty I think you are.” He reached over and cupped your face. His long slender fingers gently tucked the rest of your hair behind your ear. He felt your skin heat up below his hand and laughed.
“Are you trying to be funny because you’re really bad at it.”
Before you could even react, Kiyoomi quickly closed the gap between the two of you. His lips were soft as he gently pressed his lips against yours. Your hands rose up quickly against his sides. Slightly panicking. He tilted your chin up slightly and you finally kissed him back. 
You felt him smile against your lips as he pulled you closer.
He pulled away. Grinning like an idiot.
“I think you should go to that school in Osaka with me. I’m going to have an apartment and everything.”
You placed your arms around his shoulders and his slinked down to your waist.
“We’ll see.”
Kiyoomi’s body sunk into itself.
“I’ve been waiting to do that for quite some time now and that’s all you say? ‘We’ll see?’ It’s really not enough.” 
“I mean who said I haven’t been waiting to kiss you too?” 
He raised an eyebrow at you as you leaned up to place a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
“For how long?”
“After nationals in our second year when I saw a horde of fan girls for one of the best aces in Japan.” You reached up and pinched his cheek. “I thought to myself that I wasn’t jealous or anything, but I think I’ve thought about you romantically for a while now.” He narrowed his eyes at you before shaking his head for you to let go of his face.
“But you’re right. You’ve never told me I was pretty before, Kiyoomi.” You used your hands to bring his face down to yours. 
That was the first time you and Sakusa Kiyoomi had ever kissed.
-
Sakusa Kiyoomi was disappointed to say the least that you did not follow him to college in Osaka. 
Or so he thought. 
Two weeks after his move there was a knock on his apartment door at 7am in the morning. Kiyoomi was a morning person, but he had no clue who it could possibly be. He pulled a sweatshirt over his body and pulled on sweatpants over his boxers.
There you stood with a suitcase in each hand.
“I chose Osaka because I don’t think I can handle being away from you for four years.”
Kiyoomi enveloped you in a hug, making you drop your luggage. He pressed your body against his chest and buried his head into the crook of your neck. He peppered kisses on your  cheekbone until you turned to face him. He held your hands and kissed you sweetly before pulling you inside. 
“Kiyo, you need to grab my bags.” You mumbled into his mouth. He gently put you down. Grabbed your bags and placed them inside and turned to face you. You looked at him expectantly with your arms open towards him. Without missing a beat he picked you up and spun you around.
“Are you sure you want to go to school out here?” He pressed a kiss to your temple. You nodded against his chest.
“One exception though.” You pulled away from him.
“Will you be my boyfriend, Sakusa Kiyoomi?”
“Yes.”
This was the first day you spent as an official couple.
-
The semester was beginning to take a toll on the both of you. Fortunately enough, the both of you managed to be taking the same courses for your basics and had a basic study regiment in the evenings. Kiyoomi’s volleyball practice ran from ungodly hours of the morning and the fatigue was catching up to him as finals week set upon the two of you.
You returned from the library and walked into the bedroom to see Kiyoomi sound asleep, laying on his side snuggling a pillow. Quiet snores spread through the room as his mouth was slightly agape.
You quickly showered and changed into a shirt of his before snuggling into bed beside him. You ran your fingers through his hair causing him to lean into your touch.
“Y/N” He groaned into the pillow.
“Hm?”
“C’mere.” He lifted up his arm as an invitation. You quickly obliged as his arm encased you into his chest.
“How was studying? Sorry I left so early.” He yawned.
 Your arm wrapped around his side as your fingernails began to graze his bare back.
“It’s fine, Kiyo. I know how tired you’ve been lately. Being a student athlete is tough enough as it is.” 
“I don’t want you to be stressed out because of my incapabilities.”
“You’re only human. And I’m stressed out because college is tough, not because you’re incapable of things.”
“I know.”
“Your voice is cute when you’re tired.”
“No, it isn’t.”
“Yes.”
“No.” 
“Nevermind.” 
“I beg your pardon?.”
“Have I ever told you that you’re super handsome when you’re dead quiet. I know I can’t see you right now, but the whole brooding thing  you usually have going on is usually pretty nice in my opinion.”
“Shut up.”
“Okay, Kiyo.”
“Y/N  I’ll literally make you do all of the cleaning next week.”
“But Kiyo-”
“Shut up.”
“Anyways. I’ve missed you.”
“We live together. And study together. And go to school together.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
“Remember that one time that you fell down the stairs in our second year? In front of the entire class?”
“I hate you.”
“I love you.”
“What?”
You sat up abruptly staring down at your boyfriend. He sat up, propping his hands on either side of his body. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes.
“I love you, Kiyoomi.”
A lazy smile graced the black-haired man’s features.
“I mean it!”
“I know you do. That’s why I’m smiling.”
“I really mean it, Kiyoomi. You’ve been my best friend since middle school. We spent every waking moment together. I got to grow with you as friends. I had the opportunity to watch you bloom into your passion by bringing you daifuku one day because I saw a quiet boy practicing all by himself. I’m so lucky for that moment of time. Even though we’re busy now, we get to hold each other at night and see each other’s achievements during the day. I think it’s so amazing that we have each other.  I just want to cherish you.”
“I love you too.” He clasped his hand over yours.
“And I mean it too.”
That was the first time you and Sakusa exchanged ‘I love yous’.
-
The semester had come to an end. Kiyoomi rested his head on your lap as you watched TV and he watched volleyball highlights on his phone. You played with his curls absentmindedly.
“I can’t believe that Kageyama Tobio is playing on the Olympic team this year.”
“Who?”
“The kid who beat Wakatoshi our second year.”
“Oh that one.”
“I want to play in the Olympics.”
“I know Kiyo you just need to keep doing what you're doing and you’ll be on that stage in 2020.”
You pulled out your cell phone and took a picture of the two of you. Managing to get his glare and everything. You shoved the photo you just took in his face. 
“Look! Do you know who that is?”
“Me. Sakusa Kiyoomi.”
“Correct!” You exclaimed. “He’s also my boyfriend and a future Olympian! A future representative of Japan’s men's volleyball team!”
Kiyoomi laughed. He locked his phone and just kept on laughing.
“You’re so precious.” He managed between laughs. He pulled his head from your lap and squeezed your cheeks with both of his hands.
“My girlfriend believes in me!” He sang song.
You placed your hands over his and pulled him forward into a quick kiss.
“Am I not supposed to?”
“I never said that.”
“You’re kind of suggesting it. Do you not like me anymore?”
He leaned forward, putting his lips on yours once more.
“You know I don’t like you, I love you.”
(nsfw)
Butterflies rose in your chest at his words. You gave him the dopiest grin before you leaned into  him once more. Your body leaned into his. Kiyoomi’s hands rose under your shirt as he pulled you on top of his lap. Your legs fell on either side of him as your fingers ran through his hair. As your hands reached the back of his head you fisted his curls, earning a quiet groan from the man underneath you. His hands pressed roughly into the skin of your hips. The surprise let Kiyoomi slip his tongue into your mouth.
He began to place open mouth kisses down your neck as his hands traveled up to your breasts. You quickly slid your shirt off over your head to give him more access. His kisses continued across your collarbone and down to your breast. 
“Kiyo-” Your breath hitched in your throat as he swirled his tongue.
“Hmm?” He mumbled into your chest. 
“Let’s go to the bedroom.” You said firmly, as you slid your hands to his shoulders to get him to look at you.
His dark eyes sparkled at you and nodded. 
You got off of his lap and made your way to your room. Dropping your shorts to the ground, you kicked them to the corner of the room. Before you could even reach the bed, you were enveloped in a hug from behind. Kiyoomi’s bare chest warmed your back as he began to kiss your neck, your shoulders. A hand firmly on your hip and a hang squeezing your breast. His hands traveled your body hungrily. You turned to meet his face. Caressing it with the back of your hand you placed a gentle kiss on his nose, making him smile at you.
Your hands draped over his boxers as you generously worked them down his legs. Placing, small, eager kisses on his lips.
“I don’t think we have condoms-”
“Yes we do. They’re in my nightstand, I bought them just in case we ever-”
“Mhmm”
You lured Kiyoomi over to the bed as you stroked him. He opened the bedside table and carefully tore the wrapper before rolling the condom on. He hovered over you as he lowered you onto the bed, his lips not leaving yours once. His fingers caressed you, slipping in and out slowly, you moaned into his mouth, making him speed up ever so slightly as he kissed all over your body. He wanted to show you physically how much he loves you.
He positioned himself between your legs before slipping himself in. The two of you gasped at the newfound sensation. He moaned into your neck as your hands failed to grab at his back. He kissed your cheek and smiled at you. He began to roll his hips into you repeatedly. He was weary of his actions as his hands roamed your entire body. He didn’t want to go too slow or two fast. He never asked, he just studied your reactions as he pressed deeper into you. He began to hold a steady rhythm as moans began to spill from your mouth. Each sound encouraging him to unconsciously move faster. 
“Kiyoomi.” Your nails sunk into his back, your lips struggled to find his. He moaned your name into your neck. He was reaching his climax as he shuddered inside of you. He kissed your forehead gently. 
“I love you. Forever. I cannot imagine anyone else I’d share this life with.”
You stared at your boyfriend. He was studying your face with great intent as if to check if he made a dent. His hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat. You pushed it back making his curls bounce as they flopped back down. His body rose and fell steadily as he caught his breath over you. He gave you a small smile as he flattened your hair on your head, he gently pulled out of you before sitting on his knees and sliding the condom off of himself.
“Give me a second please.”
He walked to the bathroom and disposed of it and began to pick up the clothes from earlier and put them in the hamper. He returned to your side. He propped up his head on his hand as ran his fingers through your hair.
“I’m so lucky. Everyday.”
You smiled as he placed yet another tender kiss on your lips.
The night ended with Sakusa curled on your bare chest, fast asleep while you held him dearly through the night.
That was you and Sakusa Kiyoomi’s first time.
-
Today was Kiyoomi’s first V-League game. 
You were never typically awake at the same times that he was. Ever. 
You sleepily followed him around the apartment. He brushed his teeth first. You stifled a laugh as he began the skin care routine you taught him in high school. He ignored you, but followed suit. Next he fixed his bed head. Well you did. You sat on the counter with him between your legs as you gently raked product through his hair. 
“Omi Omi.” You sang as he relaxed into your hands. 
“Don’t call me that.”
“Why? I think Miya was onto something when he started calling you that.” 
“No he wasn’t. He tainted the second half of my name when he started that shit.”
“Don’t be that way, Omi Omi!” 
“Shut up!” He yawned. 
“Or what, Omi?” You hopped off the sink and walked away from him.
“You’re gonna do what you did to me, last night? Right now?”
A sly grin rested on his lips before he pushed you to the bed. 
“Good thing we woke up early.”
-
You stayed arm and arm with Kiyoomi at the bar where his teammates won. The Black Jackals won their very first game. 
You glanced up at your mask-clad boyfriend as he glared at his teammates. 
“Omi Omi! I didn’t know you were bringing your girlfriend!”
“Hi! You must be Atsumu!” You extended your hand to shake his, but Sakusa cut in front of you. 
“Don’t touch him.” He rolled his eyes. 
“It’s called being courteous, Kiyo. You ought to try it!” You shoved his chest. 
“I can’t believe Omi Omi has a heart. He actually talks about us at home.” Bokuto bunched up his shirt on his chest, his eyes watering. 
“You’re telling me.” Atsumu huffed. 
“To be clear, the only person I respect on this team is Meian and I think it’s all valid.” Sakusa glared at the two men. His gaze lost it’s focus once he heard your laugh and reeled back into the conversation that you were having with Hinata. 
His teammates smiled as they were watching a never before seen Sakusa Kiyoomi. 
As the night progressed more and more drinks were spread amongst the team. 
You and Kiyoomi balanced the drinks the best you could, but after all, it was your first time drinking. Ever. 
Both of you, equally wasted, exited the bar and ordered a ride home. Laughing up the stairs the two of you tumbled into your bedroom. Kissing and everything in between. 
Sakusa Kiyoomi looked at you like you were the light of his life and he made sure you knew it. 
You studied his features as he drunkenly told you stories of when he was little. His dark brown eyes squinted at you as little laughs escaped his mouth. Anytime he smiled one corner of his mouth rose higher than the other. Anytime Kiyoomi reached for your hand, he always managed to be the most gentle with his spindly fingers. His kisses were so soft. Even now as he continuously reaches down to kiss you. Even though your own lips are numb from the alcohol rushing in your veins. 
This is true love. 
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“I told you that you’d be in the Olympics.” 
You wrapped your arms around him as you stood behind the couch, smothering his cheek with kisses. 
“I know! I’m glad everything paid off!” 
“Me too. Me too.
“I think this is the first time I’ve ever dated an Olympian.” You stared at the phone in Kiyoomi’s hand. The congratulatory email. 
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“What do you think about marrying an Olympian? Pretty practical, right?”
You grinned from ear to ear. 
“I think that’s the best idea you’ve had in a while.”
“I’d like you to know I’m full of great ideas. I mean we’ve been together for six years. And it’s because I kissed you since you wouldn’t kiss me. I think that it’s a fair assumption that I’m the brains of this relationship. I also made the idea for us moving into this city home. I also made the executive decision for us to buy a cat.”
“Kiyo. That’s not how that went. You know damn well I brought the cat home when you were done with practice and you hit me with the whole ‘I guess we can do it if we clean the litter box everyday’. I think you’re remembering things incorrectly. Per usual.”
“Dunno, but it took my decision making to allow her to stay in this home.”
“Uh huh. Now that I think about it, it would be my first time marrying an Olympian.”
“Well duh. I mean look at me.”
“ I was talking about Miya, you dolt.”
He let out a hearty laugh. “I guess you can take the role of the funny one.”
-
The first time Sakusa became a parent. He had almost passed out in the delivery room. He’ll never acknowledge it to you, however when friends asked he claimed that childbirth was ultimately disgusting. 
His eyes shone the moment your son entered the world. 
He held him delicately as if he could break. He was laughing as he gently brought him down to you. 
You stared down at the baby you and your husband had brought into the world and you couldn’t help but think of the first time you saw Sakusa Kiyoomi and the blessings the boy brought into your life.
(A/N) the smut scene wasnt supposed to be good!!!!!!!!! It was their first time so it wasn’t supposed to be some god tier orgasming experience. It was supposed to be plain and about their connection!
thanks for reading (:
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kiyoo-omi · 3 years
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sakusa kiyoomi x f. reader
18+ | smut | slight dacryphilia |seriously unedited (litterally just word vomiting in here + grammar mistakes)
“fuck—kiyoomi—baby please”
you whine, grasping onto the broad shoulder of your boyfriend, your nail digging crescent shapes onto his glistening skin.
he kept pumping his cock into your tight slippery cunt, one leg over his shoulder, stretching your lithe body to accommodate his large frame, and the other over his hips.
“f-fuck dont clench like that”
sakusa hissed, gritting his teeth at the way your little pussy tightened around his cock,his hips stuttering ever so sloppily.
he resumed his fast paced fucking, burying his face into your shoulder, crushing your bouncing breast against his chest. feeling your nipples harshly rubbing against his skin, his pace quickening.
sakusa slopplily kissed your neck, and you whimpered, pulling his head in for a kiss, eyeing your glazed fucked out expression and tongue lolled out and ready for his.
he grabbed your chin, wet tongue dragged the tip sensually against yours, meeting your spit coated tongue and licked the roof of your mouth, meeting your lips into a kiss. the reminiscenc aftertaste of his own cum in your mouth barely perceivable.
his held your expression, kissing your mouth and sucking your tongue, your face flushed and red never before, and squeezed your eyes shut in slightly embarrassment.
here u were getting your cunt pounded by his cock, but were a little embarrassment over a simple kiss
fuck you were so cute
“fuck!kiyoomi!”
your broke the kiss, gasping as you felt your hips stuttering and careening off the bed, your body tightening and creaming over his dick.
sakusa didn’t stop there, shifting his position and forced your knees against your chest, his fat cock forcing his way into your messy cunt. the squelching sound of your creamy cunt permeating the room. fucking your cum back into you.
“k-kiyoomi!!”
you sobbed, tears streaming down your face, as your body tightened and thrashed, the overstimulation unbearable as kiyoomi practically used your body.
“s-shit”
sakusa groaned and buried his face against the crook of your neck, his hands tightened against the meat of your thighs, and thrusted into your abused hole, spilling his cum into you, your body shaking and sobbing.
he looked down at you’re tear stricken face, kissed your wet cheeks and grazed down to your pouty lips.
“I love you” he whispered
you sniffled and smiled “I love you too”
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sugazi · 3 years
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NEED HELP
im looking for a haikyuu smut, its about a weeb husband! ushijima x reader where the reader was dressing as a bunny girl senpai. can someone send me the post or tell me the author’s @?? tysm i’ll be very appreciate it :D
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tetsvhoe · 3 years
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REGRET AND OTHER CLICHES
you never know what you have until it’s gone, so they say. you think by now they should have known that.
pt. 1 i know who you pretend i am
character/s: sakusa kiyoomi x gn!reader
genre/s: MOSTLY ANGST the fluff part is clickbait me thinks
warning/s: none
gwen's notes 🤍 : it's 3am i didn't even notice. this shit slaps hard enjoy. 🥴
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you could only take so much rejection from sakusa especially when you began to piece together that his dodginess never had anything to do with his germophobic tendencies but everything to do with you‒rather who you were not.
your hands still longed for the warmth of his, but now you catch it mid-reach because you knew you searched for his warmth, but you were to be greeted with his coldness. your fingertips missed the feeling of his soft curls weaving through them and wanted to trace his two little moles fondly, but you clutch them close. you refused to indulge yourself in the feeling of his embrace because three seconds tops of feeling safe and comforted in his arms could not compare to the utter disappointment when he would push you off. your lips craved to linger on his skin in feathery light kisses, but you knew the way he would recoil would leave a bitter taste on your tongue.
you still longed for him all the same, but you understood more and more that dealing with abstinence was way easier than facing his rejection over and over again. sakusa on the other hand came to realize more and more how he missed your touch and the warmth of your love that seemed to dwindle by the day.
he didn’t even realize when it all began. it dawned on him during a completely irrelevant setting‒his soft-spoken italicized “oh” moment. he was in the middle of practice, sweaty and exhausted, surrounded by his larger-than-life chaotic teammates. you were the last thing on his mind supposedly, but he suddenly thought how weird it was that you didn’t try to kiss him before he went to work. i mean i was going to dodge it anyway, he thought to himself dismissively. he’s been telling himself that for the past two weeks.
he found you on the couch, deeply invested in the show you’re watching on your laptop. you spared him a haphazard glance when you heard him open the front door but didn’t say anything. he’s had an exceptionally shitty day and he would be fine if you would just pull him to your chest and stroke his hair like you used to wherever he had a bad day.
“i’m home,” he subtly tried getting your attention.
i already know. “welcome home,” you replied instead.
sakusa prowled around you quietly, observing how you completely ignored him. he disposed of his mask and set his duffel bag down on a settee before sitting on the opposite corner of the couch, eyeing you expectantly.
you raised an eyebrow inquisitively as you pressed the spacebar to pause what you were watching. before you could open your mouth to ask him if he needed anything, he placed his hand above yours completely startling you. you didn’t mean to retract your hand so quick it was almost offensive, but you were glad you did.
his mouth fell open in both surprise and bewilderment and something in you snapped.
“i don’t-”
“what are you doing?” you questioned, voice formidable and eyebrows knitted in annoyance.
“sorry i-i was just trying to hold your hand,” he reiterated the obvious but looked genuinely puzzled as to why you were reacting in such a way.
“why?” one word was all it took for your voice to break and you hated yourself for it. you bared yourself in front of him enough and didn’t want him to witness you in such a vulnerable state but the more you tried to hold back, the more you wanted to break down. “why, sakusa is it because you are thoroughly touch starved and now you want my affection because you can’t get it anywhere else?”
the anger laced in your sharp words stung as they reached him. he recoiled from the look in your eyes, and he finally figured out how much he messed up. “it’s not like that,” he reasoned quietly, now unable to look you in your vindictive eyes.
“well do fucking tell. why? why is it that you avoid me-no push me away so much more than you do literally everyone else?” tears ran down your cheeks. it felt warm, comforting.
sakusa shrunk back even more, not liking how devoid of care and gentleness your eyes were. it made his stomach churn, an unfamiliar feeling. “i’m sorry,” was all he managed to say, gaining a bitter scoff from you. “i’m truly sorry for being so distant. i’m not just initiating it now because i need it, please believe me. i’ve been wanting to hold you for the past few weeks but i was scared.”
“bullshit,” you snarked. tears welled up in his eyes and fear bubbled in his chest. “you were always distant with me right from the start because-admit it or not, you’re still hung up on your ex.” since he wasn’t getting to the point, you did instead. “don’t pretend like you don’t longingly look at your pictures together.”
a look of panic flashes across his features before he’s shaking his head frantically. “no, no, no, it’s not what you think. i-i washung up and them and i was looking at our old pictures but… i just-i was afraid of getting that close to someone again and getting hurt-”
“don’t lie to me.”
“baby, please i’m telling the truth. what i did was inexcusable. i was a shitty boyfriend, but i’m willing to try harder. i can make things right. i love you and i know that now, please.”
“this is unfair, sakusa.”
his heart ached so much in his chest, he was pretty sure it got snapped in half hearing you say those words with such lifelessness and anguish. “i know, i know i’m unfair and i treated you so bad but please believe me. i love you, please,” he sobbed. “i’ll do anything, i swear. i’ll wait however long it takes just please let me make it better.”
your quietness, though it doesn’t make the situation even remotely better, gave him hope because silence wasn’t a yes. more importantly, silence wasn’t a no either.
it was the first time he was the one to be pushed away and he wondered if it felt just as painful for you for all the countless times he did.
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