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rebelssvy · 2 months ago

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MSBY black jackals walking in on you touching yourself ✧.*

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mutli x reader, bokuto x reader, sakusa x reader, astumu x reader, hinata x reader

LABELS: smut, master baiting, mutual masterbaition, fingering, eating out, sex toys.

for this fic, you and msby character r roommates, having a flirty relationship with your doormie. you think you have the house all to yourself…. you wrong.

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

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you had just settled into bed. you had just also put on some pornographic sounds into your earbuds before making yourself comfortable.

you hadn’t had the apartment you shared with bokuto alone for a while. your drop dead handsome roommate was always here.

so when you found out his practice time got changed today you finally let yourself relax.

audio of girls and guys moaning played into your earbuds as you started to play with yourself. tapping at your clit for the wettness to pool in your panties. you were sprawled out on your bed. wearing nothing but your panties and a shirt you had stole from your beloved roommate.

rubbing circles into yourself you began to take off your underwear. pushing them down yourself. you felt the cold air of your room flood against your naked core.

edging your fingers to your entrance, you played with yourself a little. not ever fully putting them in…..

the door of your bed room had slammed open. you were mortified. every inch of you was on fire with pure embarrassment.

bokuto took in all of you. “hey- uhhh.” he stopped himself after seeing what you had been doing.

“OH MY GOSH GET OUT! GO! LEAVEEEE!” you yelled at him grabbing at whatever blanket you had near you to get come cover.

“hey…” he hesitated.

“that’s my shirt.” he stated matter of factly.

you were aware you were wearing it. for the sole purpose of thinking it was scandalous to wear your hot roommates shirt while you played with yourself.

well it was all to real now.

and he was walking to your bed.

“bokuto. i told you to get out.” you told him. firm. you almost wanted to cry.

he didn’t say anything for a second. then you could see his brain craft somthing up.

“how about…. if i make you cum… you’ll give me my t shirt back?” he said as if it was casual.

“what.” you replied.

“honestly it’s kinda a win-win for me because i would make you cum and get my tshirt back.” he said with a grin now sitting on the bed with you.

“i mean…. if you want too.” you hesitated. you would be lying if you said you didn’t dream of this.

before you knew it he had you laying ass up on his lap. there was a fire in him you only say when he played volleyball.

“fuck- your so wet.” he said. you only moaned in response.

“did you think about me… while you were fingering youself? i mean you are wearing my shirt.” he said plunging his fingers into your cunt.

“fuck-! yes!” you admitted amongst a scream.

“mmmh tell me more baby..” he spoke.

“you are so- mmph… hot kou!! i got all bothered thinking about you! i’m so sorrrryyy” you said amongst whimpers .

he let out a groan in response.

his fingers quickened with each second.

“kou!!… ple- please slow down!” you screamed out. grabbing at whatever you could.

“nuh-uh.” he said curling his fingers against your gummy walls.

fuck.

before you knew it you spasmed in his lap. moaning mess. everything was happening too quickly.

you gushed around his fingers. eventually riding out your high.

“sooo can i get my shirt back now baby?”

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SAKUSA KIYOOMI

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your roommate was all cooped up in his room. the introverted man had actually grew quite fond of you. but he still liked his alone time.

and you loved your alone time. he had been in his room allllllll dayyyyyy. only coming out to leave for practice then immediately coming home after it was done.

the twitter links on your phone had just been too good.

so there you were, on your shared couch, fingering yourself under your blanket. it was so sinful. and part of you wanted your roommate to walk out and catch you.

well that was untill he literally walked out.

“y/n? are you okay? you aren’t sick right?” he said in response to your discomforting face.

you didn’t move. you were to shocked. you didn’t actually think he would come out. ugh what the hell were you thinking.

“wait.” he said. studying your figure.

“are you getting off right now?” he said bluntly. he looked disgusted. but his growing bulge in his pants said somthing different.

“ummm…” you replied. you didn’t know what to say. it was so embarrassing.

“no. i’m not.” you said. might as well save the dignity you have left. maybe he will just walk away.

“so you wouldn’t mind if i came over and sat next to you..? maybe even watched what’s on your phone?” he said snarkly.

“no i wouldn’t.” you argued. what were you thinking!!!

he came over and sat right next to you. you turned and reached for your phone. there is no hiding what’s on there tho… you might as well come clean.

“ugh fine i was and you caught me and this is so embarrassing.” you rambled.

“i still want to see what you were watching.” he said. you looked at him in shock.

you just nodded before showing him what exactly they were doing. it was mutual masterbaiting. and well, it was exactly was sakusa wanted to do with you.

“lets do that.” he said bluntly.

“yes. ok. yes.” you reassured yourself. slowly you pulled the blanket off yourself to reveal your naked center.

“your turn.” you said to him shyly.

without another word he pulled his pants down slightly and freed his cock from his boxers.

it was perfect. you caught yourself staring too long. sakusa took your phone out of your hand and started playing the video.

the two people were positioned right next to eachother, sakusa shuffled himself into a close enough position next to you.

the moans in the background were suddenly drowned out by the sound of him pumping his cock.

you stared with open eyes.

“you like that?” you heard him say boldly, your eyes shot open looking at his.

“cmon your turn, don’t leave me lonely over here..” he said never stopping his actions.

and so you did, you played with your pussy infront of your roommate, legs spread for him to see.

he groaned at the noises you made. letting his head fall back.

he pumped his cock harder and faster, you watched with an open mouth.

“y/n…” he moaned in a low tone. never haunting.

before you knew it his cock spurted cum onto his body. oozing over his hand, some getting on his t shirt. and some… got on you.

you gasped at the tiny amount that landed on your thigh.

about to wipe it off, he beat you to it.

“sorry..” he flushed.

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MIYA ATSUMU

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holy shit. you thought forsure he wouldn’t be back for another hour. maybe he didn’t notice… oh god this is so embarrassing.

you had been touching yourself on a chair next to your shared, dinner table.

you hid your body under the wood. suddenly very self aware. your panties were down to your legs. dangling off your ankle.

it wasn’t unusual for you to walk around in only your panties, but to not have them on at all. god.

“whatcha doin’?” he asked sitting down at the table across from your.

your skin grew hot. needing a release.

you shrugged hoping he would just get up and leave. but he didn’t, he stayed.

“you thought i wouldn’t notice?” he spoke up, eyes turning dim.

you gasped. not saying anything.

he stood up and made his way over to you. turning your chair to him, he leaned down and took your underwear off your foot.

“look at that…” he said, taking in your expression. you were now only in a shirt, nothing else.

“may i?” he asked, waiting on your answer.

you didn’t have to ask him what he was going to do. whatever it was, it was going to be good.

you shook your head yes.

he dropped his figure inbetween your legs, pushing them open for him to see. his face was planted right inbetween your heat. blowing air at your core.

you awaited his next move.

“so pretty…” he said before taking in your soft gummy pussy into his mouth. slobbering over your core.

wet sounds filled your shared apartment. you moaned, feeling his tongue prod at your entrance.

you couldn’t believe his boldness. eating you out in living room.

he licked over you, bring his tongue flat. shaking his head all directions. never once his he look away from you.

all of a sudden the heat in you felt like it was going to boil over.

“atsu-“ you started before he cut you off.

“cum.” he depended, still mouth against you.

and so you did. hands on his head you dragged his face on your pussy. shaking in your chair.

it was embarrassing. but atsumu thought it was the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

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SHOYOU HINATA

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“can i help you?”

you had your head phones on your head, you were in your room and had a vibrator pressed against you.

it wasn’t until you felt the weight of your bed shift. your eyes shot open. finding your breath taking hot roomate staring dead at you.

you took your headphones off, about to yell but he beat you to it.

“let me help… please” he begged. his hands moving their way to your naked body.

you wanted him to help. growing shy you answered him “please..”

in that moment he changed into a completely different person. one you had never really seen before.

“thank god. your so pretty..” he said to himself taking your vibrator out of your hand.

he positioned himself behind you. back flush against his chest. he spread your legs for you. you were all out.

without another word he pushed the machine against your bud. your back arched farther into him.

“sho…” you moaned out. grabbing on to his wrist. you could feel everything.

“mmm yeah baby?” he groaned watching your body fluctuate.

“it-sss to muchhh” you moaned digging your claws into his skin.

“seems like you can take more.. you know it.” he said clicking the vibe a higher note.

you really couldn’t take it anymore. without warning you came. body shaking.

you tried closing your legs but he wouldn’t let you. moaning his name. you pleaded for him to stop.

seconds later he took the pressure off you.

“fuck.. that was hot.”

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kurooangel · 2 months ago

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★ sakusa kiyoomi is probably the most organized person you've ever met. so clean, so tidy.

the two of you have been dating for a while, and you could never expect that he would be so messy eating you out. the clean and fresh sheets you changed that morning are stained with your fluids and his face is deep buried between your thighs. he is holding them firmly as his tongue lick and suck your clit. is not sweet, is not tender, is rough and sloppy. omi spits on your cunt before he puts two fingers inside you, thrusting you with his long, slender digits. you feel like heaven, your hand messing his usual perfect curls as he keeps devouring your swollen clit and stretching you with his fingers. you're the lucky one, the only one who can say sakusa kiyoomi is messy, nasty, dirty. he keeps eating you out like a starving man, like he's been in a dessert during weeks and he just found water. he mumbles against your core how much he loves his pretty girl as your walls squeeze him and you finally cum. of course, he doesn't waste anything. he lifts his face, his mouth and jaw wet with your fluids, as he kisses you softly.

"you taste so good, gorgeous. I don't want to stop never, give me another one, pretty girl. just one more. I know you can take it."

if you liked it please let me know!! reblogs are very appreciated ★ MASTERLIST.

#english is not my first language if anything sounds weird im sorry pls pretend it makes sense #haikyuu #hq #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #hq sakusa #haikyuu sakusa #msby sakusa #sakusa kyoomi x reader #sakusa smut #msby black jackal #msby smut #kurooangel #⊹ ࣪ ˖ bella's fantasies!

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temiizdotcom · 4 months ago

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✦┊DRESS TO IMPRESS

SUMMARY: playing dress to impress with him!

CHARACTERS: various teams

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: none

TWST VER. (MAIN ACC)

reader is g/n

VERY COMPETETIVE

if he catches you trolling it’s on sight. he takes this game very seriously, and refuses to get anything lower than 3rd. when you play together and ask to duo, he carries. you’ll see him with the most impressive and beautiful outfit you’ve ever seen and watch him lose his mind when he gets 5th. he spams poses, like in full concentration mode. also a very harsh critic. if he sees you off theme it’s an immediate 1 star, no exceptions. anytime he critiques your outfit you feel like an office worker with an overly harsh boss that demands better. he also probably has VIP. and beef with 10 year olds. (so think of when caseoh plays, but less yelling)

oikawa, kenma, semi

PLAYED IT AS A JOKE : IS NOW HOOKED

at first he thought it was just a dumb and silly dress up game for girls.. boy was he wrong. when he first played with you, he was expecting to hate this game to its core. he was a troller at first, purposefully making dumb outfits that don’t even match, barely adding anything to his outfit at all. suddenly, something in his mind flipped, and now he’s addicted. you’ll catch him sometimes playing his free time, teasing someone like him for playing a dress up game. not that you have room to talk. duos are fun, he likes being partners with you. he’s probably the kind of guy to vote everyone one star and then vote you five, but he expects five stars in return.

hinata, nishinoya, kuroo, lev, bokuto, atsumu, terushima, goshiki

LOVES THE GAME!

he’s played this before, he loves it! dressing up in cute outfits and watching other people dress up in cute outfits? why wouldn’t he play? and to play with you? that’s even better! wouldn’t be as competitive as the first category, but does take the game seriously. he doesn’t despise trolls, actually laughs at them sometimes. he does find it unfair they make the podium sometimes, but it’s really just a game. he loves duoing with you and wearing matching outfits, absolutely adorable! he either votes pretty fairly or votes everyone five stars depending on who they are. please play more with him, he loves this game!

yamaguchi, koganegawa, akashi, tendou

NOT THAT INTERESTED

what’s the appeal to it? it’s just playing dress up, nothing special. he’ll play once in awhile with you, but don’t expect it to be a regular thing. it’s just not his cup of tea. obviously since he doesn’t play often, his outfits are subpar. nothing podium worthy. votes pretty fairly, giving criticism and critique on other people’s outfits (though his aren’t that much better). he doesn’t mind being a duo with you, but you definitely carry. personally he thinks trollers are ruining the game and making it annoying for those who play religiously. overall, just a dress up game. would play but only if you play too.

kageyama, iwaizumi, kyotani, kita, sakusa, shirabu

THE TROLLER

is that one guy who has nothing on their character and walks onto the stage with no hair or makeup. skin tone is still at the default, colors on the clothes are unchanged, and it’s all on purpose too! would dress up in dumb outfits for a completely different theme and loves watching people argue about it in the chat. votes everybody one star because they’re just silly like that! absolutely cackles if he gets on the podium and loves watching the server get into fights about it. you don’t duo with him, you know better. loved playing with you, but it doesn’t seem the feeling is mutual.

tsukishima, futakuchi, osamu, suna

HOW TO POWER HANDHELD DEVICE

teach him how to use a phone first. doesn’t know how to log in to his account. when he joins the game, poor baby kept running into walls trying to put on shoes. outfits are usually incomplete or unchanged because he doesn’t know how to take off accessories or how to put them on. votes fair enough, but doesn’t ever make the podium. if you ask to duo, you’ll have to teach him cause he also doesn’t know about that either. basically just a big man baby who needs help using technology for the first time.

ushijima

A/N: yes this is the same as my twst post but haikyu

date published: 10/14/24

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bokutoko · 7 months ago

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apricity

character: kiyoomi sakusa (timeskip!sakusa)

wc: 865

content/warning(s): soft!omi; when sakusa's own mind is his worst enemy, you are his deliverance.

a/n: this idea has been in my head for WEEKS.

The mixture of winter air and pure exhaustion crept into Sakusa’s bones, chilling him to the core. He let out a weary sigh, grateful for his mask providing a little warmth for his face.

Despite being known as one of the best and most powerful players in the volleyball world, there were rare moments where his mind was his most formidable opponent; where the small monsters of insecurity and fatigue ate away at his psyche until there was nothing left. His usual stamina that he’d always been praised for was gone—his body now in autopilot mode and running low on fumes. Weighing him down like one-ton bricks, lethargy flooded his being and caused all his thoughts to flatline, devoid of energy.

As he opened the door to his apartment, nothing seemed more appealing to him than a shower and twelve hours of sleep. However, his body barely even had the strength to walk himself through the doorway and set his bag down, let alone stay awake long enough to shower, force himself to eat, and walk to his room for bed.

“‘Omi?” your sweet voice called from the kitchen. His half-lidded eyes fluttered closed with a sigh of relief, his body feeling slightly recharged just from knowing you were there.

He trudged into the kitchen and leaned his head against the doorway as he watched you cook with your back to him. He observed how your hips casually swayed in time with the soft music playing in the background, listened to how you hummed along to your favorite parts. Focusing on you breathed some life back into his body, especially after such long and arduous days apart from you.

You eventually looked back, sensing Sakusa’s presence in the kitchen. “Long week?”

All he did was nod with drooping eyes, barely registering that you removed his mask. “You’re freezing, ‘Omi,” you gently chided, slipping your hands into his to warm them up. Looking into his onyx eyes, you saw something foreign swirling within them, and you reached up to his face, running a gentle thumb over his cheek.

“What’s going on?” you asked with a voice barely above a whisper, as if you’d scare him away if you spoke any louder, “You look so troubled.”

He quietly nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, his hands moving around your body to bring you close. The sudden physical affection was unlike Sakusa, but you welcomed it all the same. He reveled in your embrace; your arms were his sanctuary, always open to rescue him from himself.

“I’m so tired,” Sakusa’s words slurred into your skin, unfamiliar with feeling so raw, so vulnerable, “of everything.”

And that was what led him to now: him, standing undressed as you drew a bath.

The hot water slowly brought relief to his aching muscles and frigid bones as he slowly immersed himself in the bathtub. He let out a sigh, his head dropping back as he allowed himself to finally let go of the week’s stresses. You sat beside him, squeezing out a generous amount of his shampoo. He opened one eye, silently asking what you were doing.

“Please, let me take care of you,” you requested, moving to kneel behind him, and he gave a small nod.

With the scent of lavender flooding his senses and the feeling of your hands in his curls, Sakusa’s mind went silent once again, but now for a much different reason. The serenity of your touch, the comfort of your presence, was his salvation. His body was no longer cold, like a corpse, but felt warm, thawing from the rays of sunshine that beamed from your soul.

Your fingers slowly massaged his scalp, making sure to do your best to knead his troubles away. You leaned in to the shell of his ear, whispering, “Is this okay?” He gave another small nod in response, his eyes now fully closed.

With a small smile, you continued washing his hair for several minutes longer, hoping your actions were at least a little relaxing.

But you didn’t see how you practically revived Sakusa’s frozen heart, how you brought color back into his face. You made him feel at peace, leading him to believe that true love was real—that love was meant for him too.

What on earth did he do to deserve you?

“Thank you,” he whispered, slowly surrendering to sleep, “I love you.” His eyelids were so heavy, his words barely coherent. He didn’t even realize he said it: those three powerful words.

As you rinsed out his hair, you couldn’t fight off the smile that made your face hurt or the blush that made your cheeks burn scarlet. “C’mon, let’s get you to bed.”

While snuggling in your shared bed, Sakusa relished the heat of your body against his. With a soft gaze, you looked up and took his face in your hands. You leaned in, your lips grazing his forehead: one kiss on each freckle. Breathing in his lavender scent, you contentedly sighed, “I love you too, ‘Omi. Goodnight.”

Sakusa knew that no matter what freezing darkness tried to overwhelm him, you—his dayspring—would always be there to shine his way back home.

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cottonlemonade · 9 days ago

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He Realizes He Has A Crush

word count: 1539 || avg. reading time: 7 mins.

pairing: University AU!Sakusa x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

request: congrats!! for breakfast Im gonna grab a 12 then study with kiyoomi :) || fluffy, project partners with crush, Sakusa

Snow was not so bad. Snow you could have dealt with. Sideways gusts of icy cold sleet that slipped between the tiny gaps in your scarf and hair to trickle down your collar were unacceptable. You shivered and cursed the wind that stopped you from using your umbrella as a shield as you waited, frozen to the core, for the bus to arrive. The day just kept getting worse - and you didn’t want to go in the first place! Sakusa intimidated you. He was always in the top ranks of any exam, indifferent to most people he met and dubbed as quite the loner, but nonetheless carried himself with the quiet confidence of someone who knew how to spell entrepreneur and charcuterie. You guessed he couldn’t have been happy when he was paired with you for the semester’s most important project.

With slumped shoulders, you trudged onto the bus. It was mercifully warm, but the ride was too short to make any headway in drying your clothes, so when you arrived at the tall, imposing apartment building Sakusa had told you to come to, your drenched shoes had you slip a few times on the clean marble tiles of the lobby. The squeaking and squelching of your steps echoed in your ears as you hurried to catch the elevator.

“What happened to you?”, Sakusa asked with his usual frown as soon as he opened the door. It took you a moment to realize what was different about him. He wasn’t wearing his mask. Huh. So that scowl really did stretch all the way over his face. He watched with his arms crossed as you took off your shoes. Your socks were two different shades from the water that had pooled at the soles, and he noted the wet footprints you left behind. “Didn’t you pack an umbrella?”

“I did, but the wind was too strong.”

“Hm.”

He didn’t step aside.

“Are you really not gonna let me in?”, your voice was higher and more annoyed than you would have liked, but you were very cold and very wet and would’ve loved to get this over with as quickly as possible.

“There is a bathroom down the hall.”, he nodded to his right.

“Great.”

“Go take a hot shower, you must be freezing.”

You looked at him with stunned silence. In the meantime, Sakusa tilted his head and scanned you from head to foot.

“I’ll find you something dry to wear. Extra towels are in the cabinet under the sink.”

He walked off, leaving you to question if you heard him correctly.

The bathroom was smaller than you expected it to be in such a home. Peeling out of your wet shirt and pants, you looked around. Above the sink was a large mirror and a shelf lined with products, all of which from designer brands you’d only ever seen on pages of magazines. You examined the tubes and tubs a little closer and noticed that they were all men’s. Only one towel was draped on the warming rack next to the shower, just like only one black bathrobe hung on a hook behind the door, and only one fancy electric toothbrush was plugged in by the sink. To test your budding theory, you picked up the bottle of high-end cologne and gave it a quick sniff. Either all men of this family wore the same scent or… you were in Sakusa’s personal bathroom. It took you a solid minute to debate whether or not to put your cold wet underwear on the towel warmer while you showered, but in the end, you decided what the eye does not see, the heart doesn’t grieve over and moved his towel aside to make space.

Sakusa meanwhile carefully sifted through his closet. It was no use checking his sister’s rooms. They both had rather wispy figures, and even their looser clothes were highly unlikely to fit you. Turning a pair of black socks in his fingers, he now had to realize that his shirts and sweaters weren’t any different. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable by having to tell him whatever he picked was too small. And so without further hesitation, Sakusa went into his older brother’s room, stepped over the clutter on the floor, and slid open the wardrobe. His brother was a boxer and built like a tree, so something in here should be big enough for you. Underneath a pile of numerous identical compression shirts, he found a slightly wrinkled, washed-out varsity hoodie and after a little more digging added some gray sweats. Refolding everything neatly and stacking them on top of one another, he brought it to the bathroom and knocked. While the clothes were pushed through the hand-width opening in the door, he told you that he would make some tea and wait in the living room.

Happy shuffles made him lower the book in his hand about 15 minutes later and with an inner pat on his back, he congratulated himself for picking something comfortable for you. A fluffy white towel was wrapped around your head, and you wiggled out of the monogrammed family slippers before settling down on the floor in front of the couch. He cocked a curious brow, wondering if he should slide down to sit next to you or not, but his social awkwardness was interrupted by your blissful sigh.

“Thank you.” You turned around to him with a bright smile and instead of leading on that it temporarily made his train of thought do an emergency break, Sakusa frowned and nodded towards your backpack.

“Oh, right!”

You pulled out your book, notepad, and a pen and flipped to the relevant chapter.

Originally, he suggested his home because, around exam time, the library was filled with the kind of last-minute desperate air of people who had no idea how to prepare and study throughout the semester. Focusing in that atmosphere would be impossible. Little did he know that watching you read, mouthing silently along with the words on the page and the marks left by your lip balm on the teacup was more distracting than anything the library could have thrown at him.

When you untied the towel from your hair, he studied with great interest how you gave it some additional squeezes to dry. You looked so at home sipping on your tea and studying at the coffee table, all bundled up in comfy clothes. He became increasingly aware - and bothered by the fact - that these were his brother’s. Maybe he did have something that would fit you somewhere in his room. Sakusa vaguely shook his head. It would be absurd to ask you to change, especially with no concrete reasoning or alternative readily available.

You could feel him staring. Nervously, you chewed your lips and, without meaning to, kept running your tongue over them. They still tasted like the almond-sugar lip scrub from his shower caddy you hadn’t been able to resist. Undoubtedly he had noticed and was thinking of ways to reprimand you for what was effectively theft! But in the end, you only used a little bit of it. He shouldn’t be mad about it! Maybe it wasn’t about the lip scrub at all, actually. Maybe he was annoyed because you were here in the first place. In his home. Everyone on campus knew how much he valued his personal space, but it wasn’t like you asked to be put on the project with him.

You’d been here less than an hour, and he hardly said more than a dozen words to you since you sat down. Did he already feel like you overstayed your welcome?

When you couldn’t take the silent tension anymore, you asked, “What?”

“What?”

“You’re staring.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You hungry?”

“I- am- what?”

“It’s almost dinner time, and we still have a lot of work to do. I’m guessing you haven’t eaten yet so I’ll order something. Is sushi okay with you?”

You sat back, resting your shoulders against the couch, and crossed your arms.

“Sakusa.”

“Hm?” He looked up from his phone when you turned around, talking more to the sofa cushion than him, in fear of what level of disgust or judgment you’d be met with.

“Why are you suddenly so nice to me?”

He placed the book from his lap on the coffee table and slid down to sit next to you on the floor. His dark eyes found yours and the usual frown appeared on his face.

“Am I usually not nice to you?”

You squinted and clicked your tongue, then hummed in thought, “Uhm… if you ever were, then it was never out loud.”

He studied you for a moment, before unceremoniously saying, “You smell nice.”

You furrowed your brow with a mixture of confusion and pity, “I smell like your shower gel.”

“Well… then I have good taste.”

You couldn’t help but snort and used this opportunity to come clean.

“I used your shampoo, too.”

He nodded. “I figured.”

“And your lip scrub.”

“I see.”

“It’s really good.”

“I know.”

“It’s sold out everywhere, I was just curious.”

“You can keep it.”, he shrugged.

“Really?”

“Yeah, you touched it now.”

“Rude.”

He chuckled. “So, dinner?”

a/n: request for @act-nat-ural I’m so sorry it took so long. I hope you enjoyed it 🌟

#sunnys university #sakusa x chubby reader #sakusa kyoomi x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #chubby reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #hq fluff #haikyuu x curvy reader #sakusa kyoomi x reader #sakusa x you #sakusa x y/n #sakusa fluff #sakusa x reader #hq sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu sakusa

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reverie-starlight · 11 months ago

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{PR DAY ~ sakusa kiyoomi}

MSBY manager!reader my beloved <3

it’s PR Day for the jackals and you, their manager, have the day off. so why is your boyfriend trying so hard to convince you to go with him?

gn!reader, fluff, an attempt at humor, atsumu slander (as much as it pains me, it comes with the territory of writing a fic like this 😔) suggestive in some parts. not nsfw at all, but explicit language is used and one conversation surrounds that topic, so read at your own risk <3 also, intentional tense-switch in the beginning!!! and just like the first part, it’s not explicitly mentioned, but reader and atsumu have known each other since high school.

part 1 of the mini-series

managing MSBY came with its ups and downs.

on one hand, you wouldn’t have met your boyfriend if it weren’t for this job. and you've never laughed as hard as you have been these past three years with coworkers before meeting the current core line up of the jackals.

but on the other? you had three massive fully grown children under your care. four, technically, if they managed to annoy sakusa enough that he stoops to their level of childishness.

which was unfortunately very often.

…

nearly every week.

…

fine, basically everyday.

and ever since your relationship was revealed to the team nearly a year ago, the “trouble trio” had been behaving exactly like you expected them to. the whole team was slightly insufferable about it, sure, but atsumu, hinata and bokuto really took it too the next level.

so obviously you really valued your days off.

and today was the first day off you’ve had in months. you refused to take off days during the busiest weeks of the season, but today was a PR day.

interviews, promotional videos for the official social media accounts, a livestream or two- all things you were more than happy to leave in the hands of the team’s PR and social media managers.

the birds were singing, the sunlight was streaming through the bedroom window and a cool breeze could be felt against your skin. the day was calm and you were so excited to relax and do all the things you had planned.

but of course, your hopes are just that.

you see your boyfriend standing in the doorway of your bedroom, looking like he wants to say something. your heart lurches into your throat.

“soooo,” he starts, not looking directly at you as he moves to the bed and looks at his laid out clothes. you’re already shaking your head before he can say anything else. he ignores this and proceeds to betray you. “if you wanted to tag along today, you could or whatever.”

he’s shameless. he knows how much you’ve been looking forward to today.

“kiyoomi. love of my life. my darling. what the fuck?”

he lets out a snort and looks down at you semi-pleadingly- a rare sight. “I’ll buy you coffee on the way there.”

oh, he’s bargaining? you smirk. “aww, baby,” you stand up and make your way over to him, dramatically twirling and falling back into him with the back of your hand touching your forehead and the other pressed to your chest. “you just can’t bear to be apart from me, can you?”

the pleading look in his eye fades and he gives you a disgusted look you know he doesn’t mean. his arms stay wrapped around you so you don’t fall. “you wish.”

you shrug and move back to your chair, finishing up your morning routine. “hmm I guess I’ll stay here then.”

you enjoy the silence for a moment before he sighs. “fine, two coffees.”

a loud laugh leaves your mouth when he says that. your boyfriend would never put this performance on for anyone else. it was as close to begging as you’d ever get from sakusa kiyoomi.

you shake your head and sigh. “my love, you know I’ve been looking forward to my day off for so long. why are you so insistent about me going with you?”

suddenly he’s behind your chair and leaning down so his breath tickles your ear. “coffee and lunch and maybe when we get back I could be convinced to try that thing you were talking about…” the words are backed up by a kiss to your jaw and some pointed eye contact through the mirror.

you widen your eyes and search his expression for any trace of a lie.

none.

you cannot believe you’re letting him convince you into this, but the offer is far too good to pass up.

you pretend to mull it over, then meet his eyes in the mirror again. “make sure the trouble trio don’t try to coerce me into working and we have a deal.”

“well of course, I was going to yell at them if they tried anything like that anyway.”

“perfect, then let’s seal it with a kiss.”

“only a kiss, baby, I feel your hands wandering.” he pecks your lips quickly and pulls away before you can deepen it.

you pout. “can you blame me? you’ve got me all excited now.”

he shakes his head fondly and straightens up, moving to put the shirt his stylist had insisted upon for the upcoming interviews. you had to hand it to her- she knew exactly what she was doing.

you watch him with hawk eyes and he just turns his head to look at you in amusement. “stop staring at me and get ready, you perv, we have to leave soon.”

as soon as you step into the building where all the other jackals are, you’re bombarded with confused greetings.

“hey, I thought it was your day off?”

“ayy, manager’s here! good to see ya.”

“what are you doing here? you weren’t scheduled for today, were you?”

you sigh and sip your coffee, letting go of sakusa’s hand as you speak to the coach. “no, I wasn’t. I was kidnapped and brought here by one of your wing spikers.”

he chuckles and glances over at your boyfriend, who is looking up at the ceiling and avoiding eye contact. “I see. well, if anyone tries to get you to work today, just let me know and I’ll help sakusa put them in their places.”

you smile kindly. “thank you, sir, I appreciate it.”

as soon as he walks away, you’re surrounded by the three people you wanted to see least today.

a long sigh leaves your lips as atsumu, hinata and bokuto stare at you in wonder.

“just get it over with,” you grumble.

“how much do ya wanna bet he promised something outrageous?” atsumu.

“what, like an all expenses paid vacation?” hinata.

“no, it’s omi-omi, it wouldn’t make sense for him to take time off in the middle of game season.”

you roll your eyes at their back and forth and glance over at the man in question, who appears to be glowering. you can almost picture the scowl underneath his mask. “you’re all idiots,” he states.

“hey! I haven’t even said anything yet!” bokuto protests.

“yes, but I can practically hear the gears in your brain grinding.”

“I’ll bet it’s a sex thing,” atsumu interrupts just as bokuto is about to defend himself.

you all freeze and stare at him.

your boyfriend, deadly calm, says “miya, I will skin you alive.”

the blonde, who absolutely loves getting a rise out of sakusa, just smirks. “oh, so I’m right then?” he turns to you and slings an arm over your shoulder. “tell me, dear manager, what exactly did he have to agree to in order to get ya to show up on your day off?”

you flick his forehead and shake your head disapprovingly. “none of your business, you freak. just 'cause your dating life isn’t going too well right now doesn’t mean you can pry into mine. download tinder or something if you’re that bored.”

bokuto and hinata snicker at that, but straighten up quickly when he shoots them a glare. suddenly, meian stalks up behind the three of them and clears his throat.

“if you’re all done terrorizing our manager, our social media team is ready for us now. hurry up.” he nods at you with an apologetic smile and drags atsumu away from you. “sakusa, you too. we’ve been waiting for a while now.”

as soon as his teammates walk away and he’s sure they’re not watching him, he slumps a bit and you notice the tips of his ears have gone red. you smile at him in amusement and pat his cheek, the action only slightly awkward due to his mask.

“aw lighten up, kiyoomi, I’m used to dealing with atsumu by now. just ignore him, he wouldn’t dream of bringing that up again if he knows what’s good for him.”

he sighs and drops his shoulders, relief washing over him now that he knows you’re not regretting your decision to come with him. he slips off his mask and presses a quick kiss to your lips. “alright. I love you, just enjoy the show.”

you take his mask and walk with him to the rest of the group so that they can start with the promotional videos.

it’s fun to watch, honestly, because the team’s dynamic does work well for the cameras. they’re not even playing anything up.

you sit through the promo videos they need to film for upcoming games, the silly one-off fluff questions and the fan asks for their instagram page before they’re allowed a break.

sakusa stalks over to you with a small scowl and you smile. “you’re doing great, handsome.”

his expression softens a bit and he offers you a kiss on the forehead. “thank you, darling. care for some lunch?”

you nod and pull him out the door before a certain trio can invite themselves to the impromptu lunch date.

you walk in comfortable silence towards the building’s food court before something pops into your mind. “kiyoomi, you never answered my question from earlier.”

he hums in acknowledgment. “and what might that be?”

“why were you so insistent on me joining you today?”

he doesn’t answer for a moment, but you wait patiently. you know he’s not ignoring you.

finally he sighs and squeezes your hand. “I feel like we haven’t been spending much time together lately outside of work… and I was hoping that by bringing you with me today we’d be able to have at least some time together…” his voice is low, but he’s not shy about it.

you fiddle with the chain around your neck, one he bought for you a while back. "that's very sweet of you, kiyo."

"and..." he hesitates a bit, but you squeeze his hand in return to encourage him. "I feel more relaxed in front of the cameras when you're there."

you melt a little bit. "I'm happy I make you feel that way, kiyoomi. thank you for kidnapping me on my day off, I suppose."

he snorts and you smile. you're about to lean in to pull his mask down for a kiss, but you're interrupted. of course.

"hey, hey, hey! there you guys are! we saw you leaving so figured we'd get lunch with you!"

you honestly don't think you could ever be mad at bokuto, but he is seriously testing your patience right now. not far behind him are atsumu and hinata, one looking smug and the other a bit sheepish. one of them probably brought up your departure to bokuto, either on purpose or accidentally you'd never know.

you sigh and pat sakusa on the back. "yeah, come on. you're all paying for your own, though."

you both ignore the whines of the fully grown children behind you and continue walking hand in hand.

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BONUS:

"so this question is directed at sakusa..." atsumu reads the question silently and the team watches as he holds back a laugh.

you watch as your boyfriend narrows his eyes at the blonde in front of him and you sigh. things had been going so well up until now.

it’s past lunch break now, and their social media manager had just given them a box full of printed out tweets with fan questions to answer. she snickers to herself as if she knows which question it is and looks pointedly at you from behind the phone she’s recording on.

you blink in confusion, but everything is made clear when atsumu opens his mouth again.

“omi-omi, user @/kiyosdear wants to know if you’re single, or if you’re in need of a dog, because they’re more than willing to bark.”

the social media manager giggles, as does the rest of the team. you feel your eye twitch a bit, but you’re easily able to shove down any possession you feel in the moment.

it’s obviously impossible to ignore so many people vying for his attention all the time, but sometimes it could be a little funny to see how flustered your boyfriend could become from the unwanted attention.

you smile at the small scowl that forms. “no thank you. I’d want nothing less.”

atsumu snorts at his curt answer and hands the box to him. sakusa picks out a question and reads it to himself before blushing furiously and turning his face away from the camera. you watch curiously as meian looks over his shoulder to see what could have garnered that reaction from him and his eyes trail to you amusedly.

the social media manager looks like she’s having a field day, zooming in on sakusa’s red face for a moment. it’s not often something flusters him that badly after all. she’ll milk it for all it’s worth.

the captain pries the paper out of your boyfriend’s hand and reads it out loud.

“@/msby_luvr asks, yo @/sakusakiyoomi, is your team's manager single? totally unrelated, @/msbymanager, are you free on thursday?"”

it’s not exactly a secret to the public that there’s something going on between you two, they just don’t know what that something is.

of course neither of you ever confirm or deny anything, but you imagine being asked outright like that is what caught him off guard.

the camera cuts to you, “offstage” laughing at the question and shaking your head a little in amusement.

or maybe he’s not shy, but rather jealous?

that’s kind of sweet.

regardless, you speak up for him, knowing he wouldn't answer. "I am not single, but thanks for asking."

the camera pans back to the team, just in time to catch the tail end of atsumu clapping your boyfriend on the shoulder.

sakusa gives you a small smile, clearly relieved you took over for him, and goes back to focusing on the interview.

hinata, the poor thing, reads the next question. “oh boy… @/msbymanager asks, sakusa and atsumu rivals to lovers arc when?”

you cackle as both men whip their heads in your direction, betrayal and incredulity on their faces.

raising your hands, you said to them “in my defence, I was still miffed about being dragged here on my day off when I sent it in!”

atsumu loudly refuted the question and the jeers from his teammates, but that was all drowned out by the look your boyfriend sent your way.

you sighed. you were really in for it later.

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I’ll 100% be doing more MSBY manager!reader. and I’ll do more PR scenarios as well, bc as much fun as this was to write, it didn’t have as much as I wanted to include. but I’ll have to do more research. thank you for reading!! and happy birthday sakusa <3

tags: @dira333 (ty for inspiring me to turn it into a mini-series) @emmyrosee (Ik you love Sakusa and you wanted the WIP for this a long time ago)

#sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa x reader fluff #sakusa kiyoomi x reader fluff #sakusa kiyoomi fluff #haikyu x reader #hq fluff #haikyuu x gender neutral reader

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sweetheartsaku · 10 months ago

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—HAIKYU!! various ; how deep is your love?

a/n ; [gn!reader] kinda fem implied in kawa's and kuroo's 😓 do yall like the new layout?? c: suggestive if you squint extremely hard in kuroo's .. i honestly dont know if im writing this timeskip or pre timeskip its 3am 😣

— characters : oikawa, osamu, tsukishima, hinata, sakusa, kuroo

part 2 ! ♡ akaashi, kenma, kita, semi, kageyama, suna

jade vine !

tooru oikawa ; SWEET / I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO DANCE - tyler the creator, brent faiyaz, fana huez

has 'i love you' wars and he MUST win or he will tackle you (affectionate)

takes the BEST candid photos of you and puts so much love into the following insta post. has you as his wallpaper too (please match with him) (he'd also have a highlight just w pics of you😞)

please NEVER do that 'wipe their kiss off' trend because he will actually not talk to you for DAYS and gets all sulky until you apologize. (he will get all cocky all over again)

core memory from his teamates. bae was explaining to his teamates about new volley nerd talk blablabla and they notice his nails painted in a faint pink (for a fun date night, thinking no one will notice)

issei BURSTS out laughing and instantly points it out. now seijoh4 NEVER lets him live it down

always the first person to notice when you use a new shampoo or perfume.

cuddling, (you being the little spoon╰(*´︶`*)╯♡) you can feel his breath hitch when his lips reach your neck

before you could ask why he's stopped inching closer he's already manages to whisper out, "did you start using a new shampoo?" yes. yes you have

do his skincare with him please ! he loves it. he loves when he places you on the bathroom counter and you wrap your legs around his waist, he loves when you're so gentle with the toner, he loves when you graze your delicate fingers over his beautiful long lashes, he loves when you make sure you don't cut him when snipping the face mask so it fits a little more snug, EVERYTHING. (he is sunoo coded)

osamu miya ; good looking - suki waterhouse

loves your tummy SO much. doesn't care about shape or form, he just likes the feeling that you're being fed. squish. or pat. he loves it. have i mentioned he loves your tummy?

when his dad leave the twins at home its always osamu at the stove, please keep atsumu in a 5 mile radius AWAY from the kitchen

SPOON FEEDS YOU. please i need him. on days you're too tired to move a muscle, days where you're too sick to open your eyes, be prepared to feel his hand on the back of your head and one below your chin ready to feed you!! once you've sat yourself up he feeds you so gently... osamu miya i need you

when you're really tired from work, he will send meals to your workplace. if you work at home and sees you barely able to keep an eye open, you will see his hand under a spoon of your favourite meal. he's not the best with it, but he's trying 🥹 he means it with all his heart and hearing you say the food is really warm in your stomach, his heart feels warm too (о´∀`о)

my mans is SNATCHED. slide your hands around his waist, poke it a little do WHATEVER. your hands have probably been on his waist more than his hands on yours.

i think his core is pretty well built. have we seen it in the anime or manga? maybe. but from what i've seen, his physique is very 😳 (a tad bit better than his brother's i fear)

cooking together!!! different recipes each date, basking in each other's presence. its always so fun and the results are always almost flawless!

at one-point y'all were making cupcakes, it was literally osamu baking them and you decorated it.

AND OBVIOUSLY the basic, he would routinely give you handmade onigiri, in different shapes, flavours and whatever you like ✨

kei tsukishima ; the only exception - paramore

kinda scowls at you when you put your hands under his shirt but secretly really loves it so when you slither your hands away he instantly places your hands back and make sure your hands STAY there. bonus points if you have warm body temperature. he likes the feeling of your warm hands on his slightly colder body.

his wardrobe has drastically evolved from muted tones to slightly lighter and vibrant clothing ever since you insisted on getting matching stuff!!

WILL say he is not a jewellery person but collects, keeps and takes care of all the little trinkets you give him DAILY. he has a little sticker on the edge of one of his books and a little moon sticker on the end piece of his sports glasses

he also defineitely has really thick curly blond lashes. you say they are one of his charming points but he gets all flustered. when you insist to put clear mascara on them, he doesn't really look like he has a problem with it 🥹

what could his ahh possibly be listening to with those headphones on so often (real)

sends you playlists at an insane hour that go for insane amounts of time. but i KNOW his taste is immaculate. every song always gives you goosebumps or makes your heart tighten

please do a spotify blend with him (he was gonna ask you, but you beat him to it)(he was shy)

oh AND the shared playlists actually are insane!! so much good music all at once?? crazy yall 😭😭 (wave to earth, cody fry, the smiths, daniel caesar, rex orange county)

shoyo hinata ; intro (end of the world) - ariana grande

honestly, out of all these men HINATA SHOYO is the BEST candidate for taking care of a person except himself. has no limits in his stamina, and will only listen to you when you ask him maybe its time for a break. does he overwork? not necessarily. does he work too hard? yes, in a positive way. please remind him to eat because he will forget sometimes

he will NEVER admit he likes being the little spoon LMAO he finds being vunerable in your arms a tad bit silly, and it bugs him. after a long week of practice games and insisting kageyama and yachi to practice with him the instant he falls on the bed, he finds himself melting into your touch. your voice gets a little more buttery and he loves it, falling asleep instantly

hes probably a hard sleeper too 😭 he wont wake up till he feels your cold hands on his face or the sunbeams from the curtain literally bleed into the sheets and steal its colour

PLEASE STROKE HIS HAIR. he loves it. he absolutely loves it. again, melts into your touch like ice-cream. his heart will feel tight and he has a lil' blush 🥹 whats even more priceless is his lips slightly agape after hes fallen asleep... how can you NOT love this man

one of the only boys on this list who will LET you put little pink bows or style his hair in braids and clips. (if you're imagining timeskip hinata, you have attempted to put a little bow around his bicep but you underestimated its size and it BROKE. gosh what an experience)

DANCES WITH YOU EVERYWHERE!!! omg i love him so much. doesn't care if you have two left feet, he just loves the feeling in his heart when he sees your smile as he spins you around. in the rain, in big empty rooms, in the kitchen, anywhere.

loves the idea of promise rings or little trinkets that ensure he gets to have you forever!!

kiyoomi sakusa ; washing machine - VANISHING GIRL, rosemary fairweather

PLEASE braid this man's hair. 😞 he pretends to despise it and thinks you don't notice when he literally melts under your touch. he feels safe 'nd comfy and hopes it lasts forever, when your hand retracts he has a lil' pout

notices when you've been wearing your favourite hood for a couple days straight, has a little scowl under his mask and throws one of his jackets at you. he only gives you the wind-breakers that are 100% cotton or the ones he just knows you like.

he uses this as an excuse to share his clothes with you. its safe to assume its his love language under-cover!

HE IS SO ASS WITH PDA all you get is him giving you hand sanitizer before eating meals or snacks. its only you though, don't tell him that.

BUT sometimes when he feels like it, he will take your hand and put it HIS pocket so "your hands are always sheltered from germs" now what type of bs is THAT. (you love this bs)

can be snarky. sometimes he gets the slightest eenie meenie miniest bit cocky, and its very noticable. has the ability to be a little bit of a tease but not in a pestering way more like a little smartass way LMAO.

tetsuro kuroo ; never lose me - flo milli

always has his hand in the back pocket of your pants. that was it. thank you for coming to my ted talk. (to feel your butt? no idea.)

tutor sessions always unbearable. either you're too busy staring at his biceps, or you're sighing that he's made a little pop quiz for you!! tell him it sucks please

if he notices it gets a bit too much or overwhelming for you over the week or before study dates, insists to take you out instead (what a gentleman!! kuroo tetsuro come into my life)

extremely consistent with routine. good morning and good night text DAILY no matter how busy he is, he WILL find a way (i like to think its his way or the high way #kingofprovocation /hj). very good at getting the things he wants in a non-manipulative way but with simply logic and brains

yeah as captain hes no. #1 but he is also no. #1 waist CLUTCHER. his hands are always on you somehow even in the slightest way, but never pervy. he just likes having his hands on you! bonus points if you have hip dips, he loves it so much. he finds it as a perfect spot to place his hands on (btw ppl w hipdips yall are BEAUTIFUL!! 🥹)

i feel as he has a possessive side as well. small, but more noticable compared to someone else. will not hesitate to stare someone (or recite chemistry nerd stuff 🙁) down for looking at you a little too long :3

when he sees you post or sees himself in your instagram or tiktok dumps, his heart tightens a bit in the best way possible. when you mention him in the post he only reacts with a heart but he's actually going insane

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu drabble #oikawa x reader #osamu x reader #tsukishima x reader #hinata x reader #sakusa x reader #kuroo x reader

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mavrintarou · 6 months ago

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[3:50PM] Suna x Y/n x Sakusa

Did you guys watch Japan Men's volleyball? They were so close... their loss was heartbreaking. Quickly whipped this up because it was fresh on my mind.

Warning: angst, reality, and smut

Tears pricked your eyes and they slipped before you could try to blink them away. It tore your heart watching your boys devastated at their loss and elimination.

You tried to spot the two people closest to your heart, Kiyoomi and Rintarou.

You found Kiyoomi sitting at the chairs on the sideline, zoned out. Rintarou was pulled into a hug, his head buried into the assistant coach’s embrace with the collar of his jersey pulled up to cover his face.

You waited for the boys to leave the locker room, one by one they came out. Shocked expressions by each one as they spot you waiting outside.

You had not planned to come to Paris to watch them so they were not expecting you at all. But something in you told you to fly out, and you did.

Their game against Italy was challenging and they worked hard together to win, but unfortunately, they couldn’t succeed.

“Y/n!” Atsumu called when he spotted you, and hurried over to give you a bear hug.

“You were amazing ‘Tsumu,” you pat his back. His eyes are still red from crying. “Go rest now and let’s cheer on the other teams.”

He pulled back, “does Suna know you’re here?”

You shook your head.

“Explains why he was so moody, I overheard him saying something about not being able to get a hold of you before the game.”

You’re pained with guilt. You didn’t tell him but you had texted him a few hours prior, sending him good wishes for his next match.

Concern flashed on Atsumu’s face, he looked behind his shoulder before leaning down to whisper, “I think they’re still in the locker room.”

You knew who he was referring to. Before you can respond, the men’s locker room door swings open and Kiyoomi walks out, stopping abruptly when he notices you and Atsumu.

“I’m going to head back to my room,” Atsumu presses a kiss to your temple, “thanks for coming.”

You stare at Kiyoomi in silence. He stares at you as if he can’t believe that you are standing before him. He slowly makes his way to you, cautiously and hesitantly.

You sigh and open your arms wide, whispering, “come here.”

With long strides, drops his bag to the ground and you’re wrapped in his embrace seconds later.

Kiyoomi buried his face into the crook of your neck and shoulder and you felt his body tremble.

Your eyes shut tightly, his embrace expressed everything that was within him. His loss, his pain, and his sadness. Volleyball is Kiyoomi’s world, it’s all he knows.

“You did well, Omi. You did well,” you whispered rubbing his back.

His arms tighten around you.

It hurt your heart to feel so much in his hug.

When you two were dating, Kiyoomi had never given you a hug like this before.

“Y/n?”

You pulled away and turned to see Rin standing exactly where Kiyoomi was moments ago.

His duffel bag drops at his feet and he raises his arms for a hug.

Your breath hitched and without a glance at Kiyoomi, you moved, running into Rin’s embrace.

You finish cutting off the skin of the apple and slice it into pieces, cutting the core off. “Rin?” you called, slightly looking over your left shoulder.

“You came,” he whispered, hugging you tightly. He pulled away and looked down at you, “were you there at our game?”

You nod, indicating you witness their devastating loss. Rin nodded, you can still see that his eyes were puffy from crying. “You did well, Rin,” you whispered, leaning to press his forehead against yours. “I’m proud of you.”

He pressed his lips to yours in a quick but deep kiss. “Where are you staying? Let’s go back to your place.”

“Aren’t you restricted at the Olympic Village?” You say, “I don’t want you to get in –“

“We’re already eliminated, I don’t believe we need to stay in that garbage hellhole anymore,” he pulls away but doesn’t let your hand go. He bends to pick up his bag and leads you away.

You only noticed then that Kiyoomi was long gone.

You guys made it back to your hotel and Rin has been glued to you, refusing to let you go or be away more than a minute.

Sitting down on the couch, he insists on sitting behind you, with you in between his long legs. He hugs you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning against your back.

Rin’s love language with you is physical touch and quality time. He always has to have a part of him to be touching you. Whether it be holding your hand or your fingers or hand on your thigh. Regardless, a part of him has to be touching you at all times. Rin enjoys doing random things together just so he can take photos of you two.

He was much different from Kiyoomi, whose love language was words of affirmation and acts of service. Kiyoomi’s voice wasn’t loud but his words vehement. He didn’t speak often but when he did, he said the sweetest things. When Kiyoomi struggles to get his words out, he writes to you, in a poetic way that makes you cry. You feel his love through his words. He didn’t like being touched as much but he showed his affection by doing small minor things for you such as carrying the bags of groceries and making sure you walked on the inner side of the sidewalk and away from the oncoming vehicles.

After almost three years of dating, but knowing each other for most of your life since childhood, you and Kiyoomi had decided to break it off. He wanted to focus on his career and was looking to join a team abroad to enhance his volleyball career. He didn’t want to have a long-distance relationship and did not want to waste your time.

Though it hurt you terribly, you did not want to hold him back and in the end, wished him well.

It was a year later when fate brought you and Rintarou together. You hesitate to get involved with him knowing he reminded you of Kiyoomi, at least the dark hair, the tall physique, and that they played professional volleyball. You also didn’t want to risk Kiyoomi and Rintarou knowing each other or running into Kiyoomi in the volleyball community.

Your heart was still healing.

Rintarou was persistent, sweet, and funny, and as much as he reminded you of Kiyoomi physically, their personality was the opposite.

“I can’t,” your voice choked as you tried to blink away the tears. This was the fifth date he’s taken you out on and the second time he’s asked you to be his girlfriend. You’ve turned him down the first time and two weeks later, Rin asked you out for a date again, saying it will be the last one. You expected him to ask the question again and were prepared to be transparent with him. “You have been kind and sweet to me, Rin. But I will not be fair to you because my heart is still healing and I don’t want you to be any rebound because you remind me of my ex-boyfriend.”

He wasn’t fazed at your response, if not, it was as if he expected it. “Give me the opportunity to change your mind, give me the chance, that’s all.” He took a step, closing the remaining distance between you two, and cupped your face. “I’m so smitten by you. You are beautiful, so damn beautiful that you are all I see day and night since the first day I met you. Give me a chance, Y/n. You won’t regret it.”

Your mind and logic screamed yes. Yes, that was what you wanted and you wanted to be with Rin. Or see where it could go.

But your heart spoke a soft no.

Inhaling and exhaling, you gaze into Rin’s hopeful eyes that are waiting for your response.

You cannot allow your lingering feelings for Kiyoomi to control you, to jeopardize any opportunities.

“Okay,” you breathed, “I’ll be your girlfriend but you have to give me patience and grace to make mistakes and navigate to something completely new because… I’m still healing.”

Rin smiled and nodded, “okay, patience and grace, I can give you that too.” His hands grip your waist firmly, “I’ll give you everything you want and everything you need.”

You were about to pull out of his embrace and adjust him on the couch when he tightened his hold. “Rin?”

“Do you still love him?”

Though Rin never bothered to ask you who your ex-boyfriend was, you knew that he knew it was Sakusa Kiyoomi. The Japanese volleyball world was small and everyone knew each other.

You exhale softly and pry his grip around your waist so you can turn around to look at him. “I spent over half my life loving and caring for Kiyoomi.” You reach and cup his cheek, “but I’m not in love with him anymore, it’s you. I’m in love with you, Rin.” You feel him relax under your touch and he closes his eyes, nuzzling into your palm. “Does that answer your question?”

He hums and leans forward to rest his head on your shoulder. “Every time I see him, I can’t help but feel jealous of your past, part of your life you spent with him…” He paused, “I feel and sound childish but I remind myself that he had your past while I have your future.”

You lift his head so you can look into his eyes, “correct, I can’t change my past. Kiyoomi has my past but you have my future, I’m giving you my future.” You stand up so you can push him down on the couch, “I am sorry if I made you feel anxious when you saw me hugging him.” You paused, “I… I don’t know what overcame me to hug him but I assure you that it was just a hug, nothing more. It was just a comforting hug as old friends.” You exhale, attentive to his reaction. You don’t want Rin to doubt you, doubt your relationship with him. “I’m bringing this up because I don’t know how I would react if our roles were switched if I saw you hugging your ex-girlfriend. It was thoughtless of me but I want to clarify that the hug was just a comfort hug and it won’t happen again because I don’t want you to ever doubt my love for you.”

When he doesn’t speak, you inhale and say, “sleep, you need it.”

He wraps a hand around your wrist, “sleep with me.”

You glance at the couch, “I don’t think it’ll fit the both of us.”

“You can sleep on top of me… or below me,” he wiggles his brows.

You shake your head, a smile on your lips. “Let’s move to the bed, it’ll be more comfortable there.”

“Now, we’re talking,” he quickly got up and threw you over his shoulder, heading to the bed.

You finished your novel on your Kindle when you finally set it down with a sigh. The sun has gone down and your hotel room is now dark with dim light that came from the city night.

“Sleep,” you ordered, pointing at the bed when you both made it to the bedroom. Your tone left no exception for him to argue. You can see he needed sleep.

Rin pouted but he obeyed. “Fine.”

He snuggled against you, laying his head on your chest, and slept for the last three hours.

He began to stir just as you were about to shift beneath him. Groaning, he stretches his long limbs and tightens his grip around you, nuzzling into your breasts. “My favorite place…”

You let out a scoff and run your fingers through his messy hair. “You’re crazy sometimes, you know?”

“Crazy for you,” he corrects, lifting his head. Shifting, he leans to press a kiss to your lips. “Did you read the entire time I was out?”

You nod, the time zone difference played a part. You couldn’t sleep even if you wanted to.

“Was your book good?”

You nod, “and spicy.”

The corner of his mouth curved. “I need some spice too.” His fingertips slide into your shirt, slowly inching up your belly until it reaches right below your breasts. “I’m hungry, Y/n. For you,” he whispered, lips hovering over yours. “Please, feed me…”

Rin shifts over you, your shirt has risen to your torso, exposing your belly and your sports bra. To tease you further, he drags his hand down until it slips inside the waistband of your lounging pants and panties.

Your breath hikes as his finger pad circles at your clit and then dips past your folds and a single finger slips into your pussy. Your eyes squeeze shut and you widen your legs, giving him more access.

“Did your spicy novel make you this wet?”

Your eyes snap open and you nod your head, a smile on your lips.

He clicks his tongue and slips another finger into your hole. “Did they do this in your novel too?”

“Y – yes…” You rocked your hips to his fingers.

Rin called your name and you look up into his eyes, “you didn’t answer me, are you going to feed me?” he retrieves his fingers and stuffs them into his mouth, sucking them.

“Yes, Rin,” you granted him approval, “have your feast.”

Your lower garments were gone instantly and Rin pulled you up to tug off your top and bra. He sits back and strips his clothing before attacking you with a heated kiss.

Your limbs wrap around his body as he fits himself between your legs, his cock pressing against your pussy. His cock which was leaking precum at the tip was rubbing against your pussy, smearing all.

“Rin…”

“Just tonight,” he whispers against your lips. “Just tonight let me completely have you, make you mine, and I’ll take care of you.”

Your heartbeat quickens and you're left to make a decision that could change your entire future.

Suna Rintarou was someone you could see a future with, who would take care of you, respect you, and love you.

“Okay,” you breathed, “anything you want.”

He grins widely and you don’t have a second to smile before he’s sliding home. Into your pussy. Raw.

You were not on the pill and relied on condoms.

You were making love to Rin without a condom.

Whimpers escape your lips, it feels different… more intimate….

Rin felt the same, his jaw dropped as his eyes squeezed shut. “Y/n…” he choked. His hips began moving at a slow pace that steadily increased. “So good… so good baby…” he repeats. He holds his weight above you, his necklace, a dog tag, you got him for your first anniversary dangle over you. It had your anniversary date engraved on it with your name. Something cheesy but he had brought it up once to you that he wanted a dog tag after watching the film with you that the main character wore one as a token of his love for his woman.

The wooden bedframe creaked louder and banged into the wall each time Rin thrust inside you.

“Your pussy feels so soft… warm…”

“Faster, Rin…” you grip his waist, digging your nails into his skin. “I’m so cl – close…”

Rin hugs you, pressing you onto the mattress and his hips quicken, bringing you both to your release.

His breath quickens along with his thrusts and you find your release just seconds before him. You moan, feeling his cock tremble and jerk inside you, filling you with his cum.

He came inside you.

Your first instinct is to run to the pharmacy and get a Plan B pill.

Rin showers your face with kisses, distracting you.

“Y/n,” he calls your name lovingly. He sat up and looked down where your bodies were intimately joined. Gently, he eases out of you reaches for the tissue box, and wipes the dripping fluid.

He got off the bed, tossing the used tissues in the garbage bin. “One second,” he mutters and leaves the room. He returns, with his right hand behind his back.

You refrain from getting distracted by his naked body in front of you. “Rin?” He just stands in the middle of the room, silent and nervous.

You crawl over to the edge of the bed and stand on your feet ready to go to him when he drops down one knee, making you freeze.

“Y/n,” he finds your eyes, and his right hand is thrust up to you and his palm is an open red box, with a beautiful diamond ring. He watches your expression before asking, “Y/n, I love you with all that I am. You have shown me the light in my life and I don’t want to be without you ever again. I will spend the rest of my life to make you happy, to walk alongside you through it all, through thick and thin, through the good and the bad.” He swallows and clears his throat, “please, marry me.”

“Oh Rin,” you choke and throw yourself at him, knocking him backwards. He catches himself with his left hand. “Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you.”

He collapses on his back on the wooden floor, naked as he hugs you.

You both remain still and silent for a few seconds before you lift yourself and press your lips to his.

He moans into your mouth and breaks the kiss, grabbing your left hand and slipping the ring onto your finger before bringing it to his lips. “Mrs. Suna, I love the sound of that.”

“You carried the ring with you here?” You lean back, straddling his waist and admiring the ring.

“Yes, it was the thing that gave me strength to do well.” He covers his eyes with both hands. “I was going to propose to you if we win gold…” his voice trails, “well, I’m going to propose anyway.”

You kiss him, smiling against his lips. “You don’t need to win gold, you’re already gold to me.”

The way he stared at you was equivalent to the emoji with heart eyes.

He lets out a loud breath. “That has been so heavy on my shoulders and you…” his limbs spread eagle wide, “she said yes!” he shouted as if he had finally been freed from a cage.

You giggle and lean down to kiss him, “thank you for asking me to marry you.” You can’t stop smiling. “I’m – I’m excited for our next journey together.”

Rin’s fingers thread through your hair and bring your lips to meet his. “Me too. Now, let's get off this floor and get back on that bed and celebrate again.”

. . .

[3rd POV]

Y/n’s phone chimed and he reached for her phone without stirring her.

She was deeply asleep after their many rounds of lovemaking.

Looking at her screen, Rin narrows his eyes seeing a preview of the message.

It was from Sakusa Kiyoomi.

Can we meet up?

I just miss you so much.

I need to speak to you.

The audacity of this man, Rin cursed in his head.

In his arms, Y/n shifts but falls back asleep.

Contemplating on going into her phone and deleting the message weighed heavily on his mind. But he decided not to. He will let Y/n make that decision.

After all, she has agreed to marry him now.

He was her future just as she is his future.

Sakusa Kiyoomi is her past and needs to stay there.

“I’ll see you in a few days,” Y/n said, “now go, go water my plants when you get to my place.” She tried to lighten up the mood.

They didn’t have the same return flight. Due to the cost, Y/n had to return a few days later. Rin wanted to stay back and return with her but his coach denied his request.

“You’ll consider it?” He wants her to move in with him.

“Yes, I’ll consider it,” Y/n assured, turning him around in the direction of security. “Go.”

“Why are you so eager to get rid of me?” he whined, turning around but walking backward, holding onto her hand.

“I’m not, just trying… to not make it more difficult,” she said with a forced smile. “I’ll miss you. I love you, now go. I’ll see you soon.”

Stealing another quick kiss, he whispered, “don’t have too much fun without me.”

Y/n nods, “just going to read my next spicy novel and think about you.”

Rin groans, “stop, don’t give me blue balls for the next couple of hours.”

Y/n laughed, shoving him away. “Just go already.” But she quickly grabs him by the collar of his jacket and pulls him back, pushing herself up on her toes and kissing him. “I’ll think about you whenever I get to a spicy part.”

“Stop,” he warns, yet it comes out as a beg. “Okay, I’m going now.”

“I love you,” Y/n whispers just loud enough for him.

“I love you too.”

Rin held onto her hand until he had to go through security at the airport. He blew her a kiss and turned, heading into a restricted area.

Rin finds his seat in the first-class section and begins settling in for the long flight. He is about to put on his headphones and drown out the world when he overhears Miya’s voice.

“What? Omi isn’t flying out with us?”

“No, he got the approval from the coach to stay a few days longer.”

Atsumu turned his head and his eyes connected with Rin.

“Mother fucker,” Rin swears under his breath.

. . .

E/n: nothing edited, just wanted to get this out of my head before I lose it. It was hard choosing which one to play which role. I hurt my Omi in this one. The ending is up to you - I'm trying not to get carried away with too many parts lol

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SMUDGED LIPSTICK!

13: so casual -> prev / mlist / next

now playing: in my head - the mysterines 🎶

“Hey, stranger."

His head immediately turned to the source of your voice, the sound of each word that left your mouth sent chills down his spine. “Hey.” He almost whispered, the ghost of a smile on his lips. He missed the way your name tasted on his tongue. “You look nice.” He sunk into himself, seeming as shy as he was the day you met him for the first time. It was cute. A sweet smile found its way to your lips. “Thank you! You look nice too.” Your voice was sweet and soft, a stark contrast to how it was when you were onstage: loud and powerful. Your head had to tilt upwards to look at him properly. Has he always been this tall? You should’ve worn your boots after all. He muttered an awkward thank you, his hands stuffed in his pockets. They moved in a way that made his nervousness clear: a subtle fidgeting with the lining of fabric. You had to take control of the conversation. “You ready to become friends?” You asked, a playful smirk on your face, almost wide enough to show your teeth - Almost wide enough to expose how excitement was gnawing on your core, in the form of butterflies. “Yeah.” He nodded his head. He regretted each dry response that fled from his lips, but he didn’t know what else to say. He was terrified of somehow messing everything up - again. Your eyebrow creased with hope that he’d loosen up as the day went on; that he’d actually say more than one word at a time. Otherwise, this was gonna be one awkward afternoon. “We have a lot of catching up to do.”

After finding an empty table next to a window, in the corner of the quiet café, sakusa sat down - waiting for you to return with the coffees you ordered. He glanced out the window, head in his palm. He silently hoped that you were thinking the same thing he was; you felt the same nostalgia that he was feeling. This was the exact same place you used to sit together every day after school. The same scratch marks littered the painted wooden table. The same table that witnessed pivotal moments of your friendship. After finding where he was sitting, you carefully placed your coffee down onto the aforementioned table, placing his in front of him immediately after.

After sitting down, you brought the straw to your lips, taking the first sip of your drink. You let out a gasp that quickly garnered his attention. “Oh my god, I forgot how good their iced coffees were!” Your voice boomed with excitement, quickly taking another sip. He stifled a laugh at your childish enthusiasm. If he squinted, he could probably see the heart-shaped pupils in your eyes. “Yeah? That’s the caramel one right? Is that still your favorite?” He asked, shuddering when you held eye contact. He regretted his words the second they left his mouth, quietly beating himself up for how obsessed he sounded. He was pathetic. Your voice quietened, a teasing expression taking over your face. He already knew he was fucked before any words left your mouth.

“You know, for someone who hasn’t talked to me in years, you seem to remember all of my favorite things.” An embarrassed flush spread across his face, heating his cheeks at the implications. He cleared his throat, sitting up straight. “Well, you always did have bad taste. It’s hard to forget that.” He excused, lying through his teeth. It would be impossible for him to forget your favorite things, considering the amount of times you used to beg him to get them for you back then. He knew you more than he knew himself. You gasped again, feigning offense. “How dare you! Iced coffee is delicious!” you raised your hands as you spoke, outraged. He let out a huff of air: an almost-laugh. “Coffee should not be cold!” He spoke incredulously. He matched your tone, although he looked way more calm than you did. You rolled your eyes at him, “Coffee is best when it’s cold!” he opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off, “Clearly you haven’t tried this one!” You spoke matter-of-factly, waving the plastic cup in the air to structure your point, careful not to spill any. He scoffed, taking a sip of his own drink. “I don’t need to try every variation of iced coffee to know it sucks.” He stated, rolling his eyes at you. He gently placed his cup on the table, looking back up to you and noticing the outrage plastered across your face. He missed your dramatic banter. He was sure that if he really wanted to, he could close his eyes and pretend that nothing happened between the two of you. Because in this moment, it felt like you never stopped being friends. “Here- just try it!” you demanded, shoving your cup in his face, angling the straw in his direction. He stared for a moment, almost to make sure you were being serious, before taking the cup from your hands, and taking a sip of your coffee. His lips lingered on your straw for the longest second of your life.

He was silent for a while, putting you under the assumption that he was analysing the flavor. He didn’t give two shits about the coffee. With shaky hands, he placed your cup back down in front of you. His heart was racing. He stared at the table, not trusting what would happen if he made eye contact with you after what had just happened. He could feel his face twitching, trying to fight the blush that crept onto his ears. Your elbows rested on the table, barely inside his field of vision. You propped your head up, both hands under your chin as you waited for his feedback. Was he losing it, or were your hands trembling too? He cleared his throat again, his mind spiralling as he thought about the feeling of his lips on your straw. He was overreacting, he knew it. But he couldn’t help feeling this way when it came to you. You always found a way to make him feel like this. He hated it. How were you being so casual right now? Was it not as big of a deal as he thought it was? You laughed accusingly. “Look at your face! I knew you liked it!” You pointed at him, an evil grin filling out your cheeks. He didn't know much about how he was feeling in that moment, but one thing was for certain: it wasn't the coffee he liked.

"It's not terrible."

The rest of the afternoon went perfectly. Thankfully, despite the time that had passed, conversations between the two of you flowed as naturally as they used to. You stayed at the café until the second it closed. And if you had things your way, you would’ve stayed until the sunset. Every time silence passed over you, Sakusa rushed to fill it. Knowing that if he was left with his thoughts for even a second, he’d go back to replaying the indirect kiss you shared over and over again in his mind. Were you going as crazy as he was over it? He didn’t want to think of it. Before you went home, the two of you stood outside of the café doors, exchanging goodbyes. He didn’t have a chance to blink before you pulled him into a quick hug. It lasted maybe 3 seconds at most. It was one of those sweet embraces that caused you to squeeze him tightly right before pulling away. He would sooner die than admit to leaning into your touch.

“See ya next time, kiyoomi.” You spoke quietly, almost whispering.

He had his girl back.

a/n: SORRY FOR THE DELAY!!! i hope this chapter makes u guys as insane as i am because i was losing my mind while writing this LMAO

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