#sakusa one shot

[omi-boshi]

"What are you doing?" Kiyoomi asks from his place on the bed, wary.

His arms part as he makes space for you to wiggle your way onto his chest. He breathes a laugh at your antics, watches as you take his face between the palm of your hands. The grin that tugs on your lips is a little lopsided, a little cheeky.

The bright red of your lips catches the light and it is the last thing he sees before you begin your assault.

Kiss. On his lips.

Kiss. Right cheek.

Kiss. Left cheek.

Kiss. Tip of his nose.

Kiss. The moles on his forehead.

By the tenth kiss, he is roaring in laughter. The kind of laugh that you've only ever heard when he's with you. It's loud, it shakes his entire being, jostling your body that lies on top of his if not for the arms he has wrapped around you to keep you in place.

It's a little ugly, a little silly the way he snorts in between laughs, but it is offset by the unbridled joy so clear to your ears. The kisses you leave by the corner of his eyes are distorted by the way they're crinkled in laughter. From there, his grin is a permanent fixture as you continue to fill every gap on his face and neck with kisses.

As the tint on your lips slowly fades, his laughter does too, mellowing down into a dopey little smile, eyes bright. You pull back to admire your handiwork, your smile just as dazed.

One arm unravels from your waist to cradle one of your hands still cupping his cheeks. He nuzzles into the touch, eyes tracing over your features, gaze so warm you feel it on your skin. It moves you to lean in once more, to kiss him on the lips.

Longer this time.

And Kiyoomi is more than eager to reciprocate. It's heavier, wetter. More breaths, gasps, and the occasional bites. There is an attempt at deepening the kiss further; Kiyoomi's tongue tracing the seam of your lips. But the giddiness that thrums through him pulls his grin wider. Every time your teeth clash, it makes you laugh into his mouth. It is truly in vain that you try to kiss properly.

When you finally pull away, it is to Kiyoomi mirroring you and cupping your cheeks with both hands.

"What was that for?" He is breathless as he asks. The look on his face no less lovestruck than it was before. The tint on his lips was the most smeared compared to all other kiss marks on his face. It makes you giggle, amused.

"I just wanted to kiss you, is all." You kiss the palm of his left hand to emphasize. "And I wanted to try out the lipstick I bought today." You nod towards the tube sitting innocently on your nightstand.

Kiyoomi shakes his head, chuckling to himself.

He hugs you to his chest, rolling you onto your back, placing himself on top of you. He reaches for the tube of lipstick, smile growing mischievous.

"Guess it's time to return the favor."

[satoruzlove]

not proofread, kiyo being a dick to atsumu, anxious reader

you sigh in relief when the cold midnight air greets you like an old friend. you smile and hug your cardigan closer to yourself, closing the beautiful french doors of shoyo’s balcony behind you. the party was nice, you would admit, lots of warm food and a very playful , light air about it. the entirety of the jackals was over along with their partners which was alot for you, so as time passed your social battery really couldn’t keep up.

you snuck away after having a conversation with bokuto’s boyfriend, keiji he said his name was. he was the only person apart from your boyfriend that seemed to be more introverted. despite that, you really couldn’t bare to be around anyone anymore. you’d spend the last two hours socialising and listening to atsumu talking about something you couldn’t care less about.

you liked the boys. they’re all very sweet and hardworking, but you just weren’t a party person. you were only here for kiyoomi. he’d explained many times that he didn’t even want to be there, that he’d rather be home with you and your cat, he whined between kisses. you insisted that he went, because he never does. he needs to hold some kind of relationship with his team- they’ll be together for a very long while.

kiyoomi noticed your absence almost immediately but couldn’t find a way to join you without raising suspicion, or worse, risking anyone following him and being the reason you can’t recharge. his thumb and index finger fiddled with his promise ring - the one with your name on it - as his hand was in his pocket. the other held a drink that he didn’t even like. he felt very on edge in crowds and more so when you weren’t with him.

eventually everyone started doing shots and he saw his chance. he slowly snuck out to the balcony where he saw your figure leaned against the wood of it. your boyfriend was very careful to not startle you as he carefully closed the doors behind him. he filled the empty spot beside you with his large figure. you pass him a small smile. he leans against you every so slightly when he realises that his social battery had died too- he just hadn’t noticed.

the weight of him felt good. like your own personal anchor or a weighted blanket. calloused palms rest atop yours and your promise rings align. kiyoomi feels his heart swell at the sight of it, and he finally speaks. “you could’ve taken me too, y’know,” he mumbled. you laugh airily at the whine in his tone, “ this is your team party , kiyo. i can sneak away without people noticing - but you,” you hold a few of his fingers as you make eye contact, “people’ll notice if you’re not there. especially atsumu.” you giggle at the last bit. he shoves you softly, “god knows i’d rather he didn’t,” he chuckled. “i think it’s cute how much they admire you, ki,” you say softly . he hums, you feel the vibration in his throat right above your forehead. “i guess..? i just, i like it when they’re not loud about it. i like silent appreciation.” he explains to you. now you hum, he always has been that way.

“i guess not everyone shows it the same,” you tutted playfully. he casts an affectionate gaze your way. “we can leave soon if you want,” kiyoomi offers. you brush his battered knuckles against the soft of your lips, not even glancing at him. if you did, you’d see the magenta hues on his cheeks and the hooded sensuality in his gaze. “ if you really want to,” you hummed. kiyoomi did want to go. he wanted to leave and be alone with you, to protect and nurture the energy in him. to be in a familiar and comforting presence as your own.

however he couldn’t bring himself to move , to grab for his keys. the intimacy of the moment felt surreal to him. the bite of the air, the steamy breath of yours on his hand, the muffled music and laughter just a few rooms away. it felt like he wasn’t in his body- because a few years ago he never thought he’d experience love this way. in a way that makes everything else stupid. in a way that makes him feel that maybe the way he loves isn’t stupid.

kiyoomi’s lips find yours easily. his broad palms holding your jaws as yours lazily link around his slender hips. his lips mesh with yours, the taste of shitty beer evident on his tongue and the smell of tom ford on his skin. your thumb searches for skin, finding it under his hoodie and rubbing at the tender flesh. he sighs dreamily into you.

he pulls away, the air fogging up when he breathes from how cold it’s getting. “ maybe we should-“,” woah, omi.”

atsumu’s voice brings rage to kiyoomi like never before. the blond continues. “ didn’t know you had it in ya to just make out with your partner like this. props, i guess,” atsumu laughed. your cheeks burn in embarrassment. “miya , i’d appreciate it if you left us alone, there’s a reason we took a fucking hike from the room,” your boyfriend spat. atsumu winces at the harsh tone, and you almost feel bad for him. part of you knows he was just making a little joke and that you should ask kiyoomi to say sorry, but he takes your hand before you can say anything. you hear the jingle of keys that were tethered to your boyfriend’s belt loops.

in no time, you’re in the car and driving. “ that was mean, what you said to atsumu,” you say , breaking the silence. kiyoomi glances at you, not a tinge of annoyance in his gaze that you’d usually see if he disagreed. he nods curtly. “ i know, i was mad,” he answered. you look at him, “ you cant be mean just because you’re mad, ki,” you scold softly. he nods once more. “ i shouldnt, i just felt annoyed . i didn’t even wanna go in the first place, i finally got comfortable and he just came and shat all over it with some dumbass joke,” he explains. you purse your lips.

“ no more parties if you don’t want to,” you say. he spares you another glance and there’s two beats of silence. “ .. promise ?” he asks like a child. you nod at him and you feel a large hand on yours over the console . kiyoomi feels a warmth spread through his middle, into his chest, all over him. a peace he can only get from you. no matter who upset him or chose to ignore the way he is, whoever disagreed with his habits- you would always understand. you kept him sane.

[wttcsms]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ when they act this way (i know i got 'em) !!

ᝰ.ᐟ kiyoomi sakusa is used to getting what he wants, and what he wants most right now is you. too bad you’re the biggest fucking tease in the world. fine by him, though. because when he gets his hands on you — and he will — you’re going to see what exactly all your thirst traps did for him. ( fem!reader )

pairing kiyoomi sakusa x reader word count 3.6k content contains angry sex/rough sex, overstimulation, semi-public location, pop star!reader, cheeky/bratty to sub!reader 😭, he manhandles you a bit, creampie kinktober masterlist

“What’s his fuckin’ problem?” Atsumu grumbles, tossing his sweaty practice jersey onto one of the benches, mindful of avoiding the bench Sakusa is currently occupying. He takes this extra precaution since he doesn’t want to get yelled at again by Sakusa, who did snap at Atsumu five seconds prior for almost getting his dirty jersey thrown on top of him. 

“Maybe you just stink, ‘Tsumu.” Bokuto’s grinning, but Hinata shakes his head, gesturing for both of his teammates to come closer so he can whisper to them.

“I think Omi’s in a bad mood because he’s mad.” 

“No shit, Ginger!” Atsumu groans. “People who are in bad moods are usually mad. We didn’t need you to spell it out for us.” 

“You didn’t let me finish!” Hinata whisper-shouts. “He’s been looking at [Name] [Surname]’s Instagram since before practice ended.” 

“Who the hell is that?” Atsumu hisses, and Bokuto hits him on the shoulder. 

“Bro! That singer!”

“Yeah, that clears shit up.” Atsumu rolls his eyes, yanking open his locker to find a clean shirt to wear. “Why would Omi be mad at lookin’ at some girl’s Instagram?”

The trio is silent for a moment before a lightbulb practically appears over Bokuto’s head.

“Hey! Maybe she got a boyfriend, and he’s jealous!”

The group ponders this hypothetical. 

“Why would Kiyoomi get jealous, though?” Hinata asks. “It’s not like he’s dating her or anything.”

“Unless they had some weird situationship shit goin’ on.” Atsumu suggests. “Should we ask? Shoyo, go ask him.”

“Why do I have to ask?” 

“Nope. She didn’t post anything with a boyfriend…” Bokuto mumbles, scrolling through your feed. 

“Lemme see.” Atsumu snatches the phone from Bokuto’s hands and lets out a wolf whistle. “She’s hot. No wonder Omi-Omi’s pissed off.” 

“Huh?” Hinata whines. “Let me see, too!”

Atsumu faces the screen towards Hinata. “She’s the type of pretty that makes you mad just ‘cause ya can’t have her.” 

The girl on the screen is you. Posted not even an hour ago but already generating over six hundred thousand likes, Hinata understands what Atsumu means. Your back is turned towards the stage you’re on, but you’re looking back, giving the camera a coy smirk. You’ve got a rhinestone bedazzled microphone in one hand, and you’re wearing the shortest baby-blue minidress in existence; so short, in fact, that because your knees are bent just a bit, the current pose you’re sporting causes the fabric of your dress to rise, giving everyone viewing the image an unfiltered view of the built-in panties of the dress. The caption speaks volumes: too much for you to handle?. 

“You realize I could hear you idiots the whole entire time, right?” Sakusa doesn’t sound very happy, and Atsumu is quick to shove the phone back into Bokuto’s hands. “I’m not in a bad mood, and I’m not mad, and I don’t care about [Name] [Surname].” He grabs his gym bag, making a face at the trio, before storming out of the locker room. 

Sakusa’s upset, and his bad mood only sours more whenever he realizes that his idiotic teammates are more perceptive than he would like. Yes, he was mad at practice the minute he saw your latest post. And why wouldn’t he be? It’s clear that you’re fucking sub-posting him. You would’ve been better off just DM’ing him yourself and asking that stupid question.

Too much for you to handle? 

Fuck you, he thinks bitterly. Before realizing that, yes, that’s exactly what he wants to do to you. 

Everyone knows it, including you, which makes the whole situation even worse. Your mutual friends keep trying to persuade the two of you to finally ease the tension and just get a room, but Sakusa’s always been a touch too prideful. 

The two of you have always been constantly warring with each other; you’ve got the coy, flirty, cocky personality that doesn’t mesh well with his own stoic, cold, perpetually unimpressed one. You always flirt with him, but he’s seen you flirt with everyone — it’s basically your whole brand. It’s precisely what your popstar image is built upon — the fun, flirty idol who’s carefree and the poster girl for no-strings-attached. 

And Sakusa, for what it’s worth, is a very strings-and-all type of man. 

The reason why he won’t pursue you is because you’re the first person to catch him off guard. He can’t get a good read on you. He has no clue what your intentions actually are, and he’s not about to make a fool of himself by asking you if you’re serious when you told him you were.

That stupid fucking party — he knew he shoudn’t have attended. It was another teammate’s birthday, and he was hosting it at his place, and since it wasn’t a nightclub or anything, Sakusa assumed it was safe enough to attend. Too bad he forgot that his teammate was dating some other singer, someone who happens to be one of your friends. 

Everyone there kept pushing the two of you together, and as the night progressed and everyone was getting drunker and drunker, there was intoxicated, slurred commentary on how the two of you just needed to fuck once and get each other out of your systems. 

“It’s true.” Even with heels, you’re still shorter than Sakusa, and you have to get on the tips of your toes to whisper in his ear. “You wanna know the reason why we haven’t had sex yet?” 

“Because I’m not interested.” He tells you flatly. He’s lying, and you know it. 

You pout, your plush bottom lip on display. “It’s because I don’t want you out of my system, and I’m hoping you don’t want to get rid of me either.” 

He snorts, even though his heart jumps at the thought. He wants to tell you to quit playing these games and be serious, but he doesn’t. Instead, he keeps himself guarded. “Like I said. Not interested.” 

“Why won’t you just give in?” You tilt your head. “You scared? Or maybe…” The dress you’re wearing makes your legs look even longer. Every centimeter of bare skin you expose has him spiraling into overdrive. He maintains his facade of nonchalance and looks you in the eyes, looking entirely unimpressed with your antics. “I’m too much for you to handle? Wouldn’t want to go around breaking Japan’s favorite outside hitter, after all.” 

You smile at him, giving a tiny giggle. “Yeah. I think that’s exactly the reason.” 

Sakusa is many things, and you somehow negate everything. He’s blunt; you either leave him speechless or determined to lie to save face. He’s generally unaffected by most people; you get under his skin. He doesn’t like being made out to be a fool; you make him feel like the biggest idiot, and other people know it too. He likes to have everything in his life sorted out properly; you and him have nothing but unfinished business. 

Let it be known that Kiyoomi Sakusa only came to your concert rehearsal purely because he wanted to get closure. When he walked into the stadium, hands in his pockets, watching you dance on the stage, he did not intend for you to immediately halt practice. He did not intend for you to gesture for him to follow you, and he did not intend to be taken backstage. There’s surprisingly less people back here than he thought, and you explain to him that it’s because rehearsal technically starts two hours later. You just wanted to run through it beforehand, to warm up. 

(Sakusa admires that about you; no one ever seems to acknowledge the hard work you put in, and it’s your work ethic, really, that slowly started to endear you to him.) 

Let it be known that Kiyoomi Sakusa had absolutely no intention of fucking you backstage. Because, in his defense, you have a way of making him act entirely out of character.

The constant teasing, the back and forth, your coy smiles and flirtatious remarks that he can never truly decipher. And here you are, standing all pretty in your sparkly minidress, and you just keep taunting him. Even when he’s trying to have a serious conversation with you, all you do is skate around his questions. It’s like your default mode is set to toying with men. 

“Seriously,” he grits his teeth, backing you into one of the walls. You’re completely cornered by him now. It’s easy to forget how much bigger Sakusa truly is. He towers over you, makes you feel like a little kitten backed into an alleyway by a big dog. “You can’t take me seriously for one fucking second?”

His brows are furrowed, and he’s frowning. Somehow, the sight of him angry only gets you more excited. You like Sakusa. You like him much more than you originally anticipated, and this whole cat-and-mouse charade is just that: a charade. Of course you meant it when you kept flirting with him. But you’re not used to being the one who has to chase after someone, and you refuse to give in now. With both of you having too much of an ego to give in, it’s a battle of individual pride now. 

A battle that you think you might lose once you and him both realize that you’re pressing your thighs together to apply some pressure to the growing need between your legs. 

“Are you—?” He lets out a short, sharp laugh. “Fucking slut. You really did want me to fuck you this whole entire time.” He takes another step towards you; there’s no more space for you to back into. You’re already pressed against the wall, and now he’s looming over you, an impossible obstacle to get over. Somehow, you don’t mind being trapped, as long as it’s Kiyoomi Sakusa that’s holding you down. 

“You wish.” You try to sound snarky, but it’s hard when Sakusa is looking down at you like that. Dark eyes, strands of hair hanging down his forehead, a cold, calculating smile on his face as he watches the subtle rise and fall of your chest as you struggle to breathe normally. If you didn’t know any better, you would think he’s capable of hearing how fast your heart is beating. 

“So you don’t want me to fuck you?” It should be illegal for his voice to get this low, to sound this husky. He’s leaning down far enough to where he can whisper this question in your ear, and your breath hitches as you feel thick fingers toying with the waistband of your panties. 

Right now, you are backstage, and your employees and team could be coming in any second now, and you don’t care. You don’t care, because all you care about is the fact that Kiyoomi Sakusa has you pressed against the wall, and his hand is up your dress, and he’s about to make his way into your panties. 

You gasp as you feel two of his fingers press directly against your clit, before traveling downwards and toying with your folds. There’s no actual penetration, just the tantalizing touch of his fingers rubbing against you, gathering up your slick. 

You make a tiny noise, and Sakusa chuckles softly. “You’re so wet, it feels like you want me, though.” The tips of his fingers prod at your entrance, only for him to abruptly remove his hand altogether, leaving your needy hole clenching and grasping at nothing. You whine as he examines his fingers, separating his index and middle fingers, allowing the both of you to watch closely as viscous strands of your juices coat his digits. He shrugs nonchalantly, leaning away from you. “I’ll let you get back to your rehearsal.” 

“No!” You shut your eyes, cheeks burning with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. You bite down on your lip before opening your eyes, peering up at him through thick lashes. “I-I do want you.” You’re mumbling, but it’s clear Sakusa’s heard you, loud and clear. 

“Sorry, what was that?” 

You’re wet, unsatisfied, and absolutely down bad for Kiyoomi. You’ve wanted him for months now, and he has you right where he wants you: so needy that you’re willing to let him do whatever he wants to you backstage. The thrill of potentially being caught, the excitement of finally just giving in to your desires… 

“I want you, Sakusa. Please.” You beg him, rubbing your thighs together to try and get some sort of friction. “I need you.”

“Yeah, I know.” Sakusa might sound cocky, but there’s something equally needy in his touch. He’s back to pressing you against the wall, leaving practically no space between the two of you. He plants his hand right back into your panties, stroking your folds a few times, gathering the slick only to insert two fingers right where you need him most. He watches your expression, the way you try to tilt your head back, your little moans of pleasure as he starts to thrust his fingers in and out. 

“You could’ve had me sooner if you weren’t busy playing coy all the damn time.” Sakusa frowns, as if the memory of how long you’ve had him chasing after you has suddenly been brought back to his attention. When he says this, he picks up speed, pistoning his digits. You’re getting even wetter now, the lewd sound of him toying with your cunt the only noise in this empty backstage. He’s adding a third finger into the mix, now, and your cunt tries to resist, fails to adapt to the thickness of three of his fingers. 

“Mmph — ‘Kusa, slow — fuck!” You whine out, unable to speak properly as your walls clamp down on his digits. He presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing rough, unforgiving circles on the nub, never slowing down the pace of his fingers, even when you beg him to take it easy. “I’m gonna— I’m gonna cum!” You wail out, legs almost failing you from the force of your orgasm. 

The only thing keeping you upright is Sakusa himself. He wraps an arm around your waist, keeping you steady, but even after watching you fall apart from just his fingers, Sakusa isn’t satisfied. You little brat — you’ve been depriving him of seeing your precious, pretty face you make when you cum, and as a result, you’ve also been depriving yourself of all the pleasure that could’ve been yours, that’s rightfully yours, all because you wanted him to chase after you. 

Well, he’s got you now. 

And he’s going to want to give you both what the two of you have been missing out on, plus interest. 

You’re still recovering from your climax, legs feeling like jelly, vision blurry as you try to blink out the haze of pleasure from your vision, when you feel him shove the fabric of the skirt of your dress into your open mouth. 

“Bite down on this.” He grunts out, and you follow his command as if it’s simply second nature to. “Be a good girl, and keep holding it up, okay?” 

You nod weakly, but it’s easier said than done when you almost let out a gasp as you feel the tip of his cock prodding at your soaked entrance. Your eyes go wide, and he smirks at the sight of the country’s most beloved pop star reduced to nothing but his little slut. Your mouth is shoved with the fabric of your dress, keeping it up so he can continue to admire the sight of your wrecked pussy, still sensitive from when he banged you with his fingers. Your panties are pulled down, a crumpled mess around your ankles, and there’s drool gathering ‘round the corners of your mouth, your lipgloss staining the fabric of your dress. Messy girl. His messy girl.

It’s easy for him to slide into your needy hole, and he hisses when he feels the way your walls clench around his cock, squeezing him. There’s no better feeling, he decides, than the feel of your pretty, needy pussy yielding to him with absolutely no resistance. Even your cunt knows who owns it now. 

A soft whine, muffled by the dress occupying your mouth, slips from your lips. Sakusa’s cock is thick. Thicker than anyone else’s you’ve ever taken. It sinks into your snug cunt with a push forward that you feel entirely unprepared for, even though you’re so wet, it’s easy work for him to make himself at home in your pussy. 

His pace is unforgiving. He gives you no time to adjust, and he doesn’t seem to care about the way your pussy is still recovering from his fingers. He wastes no time in pounding into you, and even he’s panting at the exertion he’s exercising. Some tiny strands of his black curls are stuck on his forehead from the sweat, and you can’t help but think that Sakusa is beautiful, even when he’s scowling and fucking into you with a fervor that feels like he’s treating this like the only time he’s going to fuck you. 

You hope that isn’t true. You knew that the minute you’d get a taste of Sakusa, you’d never want to let him go. 

“Fuck.” He hisses, never slowing down his pace. He’s being rough, almost brutal. It’s like he’s chasing after his own pleasure, forcing you to find your release all on your own. But the thing is, it’s so easy to come apart. It’s so easy to come apart when you think about how this is Sakusa’s cock battering into you, how it’s Sakusa that’s panting and groaning from pleasure, how it’s Sakusa that is making your pussy his. You keep clenching down on his length, making it harder for him to continuously thrust in and out of you. “Fuck.” He repeats. “It’s like you don’t want to let me go.” 

You can’t speak, can’t tell him that it’s the truth, that you want him here forever. 

The echoing sound of the entrance of the building opening and then slamming close has your eyes going wide with fear. Someone has just entered. 

You’re now acutely aware of how loud the noises the two of you are making. The constant wet, slapping noises of his skin against yours, your messy pussy making a mess between your thighs and on his dick, his groans, your weak whimpers. All of it is now suddenly amplified as you listen in fear — and excitement — as footsteps echo around the hall. 

“[Name]?” Someone calls out. Your assistant. Fuck. 

You look up at Sakusa, curious as to why he’s still not stopping, but he only holds a finger to his lips, telling you to be quiet. “I haven’t finished yet.” He whispers into your ear, and you shake your head, panicking. 

“No? You want me to stop?” He buries his cock to the fucking hilt, shoving himself so deeply inside of you, you let out a surprised, pleasured squeal. “I’ll stop if you cum on my cock. For a slut like you, that should be easy.” 

You want to protest, you want to snap back that you are not a slut, but it’s hard to prove him wrong when his words, his cock, only have you tightening around him. He chuckles as he feels the pressure of your pussy clamping down on his dick, and he resumes fucking into you. 

Your hips start to buck needily against his, the pleasure making you feel delirious and reckless. You seem to have ditched all common sense, and as the footsteps continue to echo throughout the building, sounding closer and closer to where the two of you are currently fucking like rabbits in heat, you only succumb to the delirious, delicious heat of pleasure. Legs wrapping around his tight waist, you succumb hopelessly and happily to the pleasure he seems to effortlessly wring out of you, your body needily twisting and pushing against him, needing more of him. Your moan is long and would’ve been drawn out had he not pressed a calloused palm against your mouth. The dress fabric falls from your lips, and your moan is silenced as you stare up at him. He doesn’t look angry, just pleased. 

He’s turned you into such a little fucked out mess that he made you cum on his cock, despite the fact that there is someone else roaming this place, calling out for you. 

If only he got here sooner; then, he could’ve played with you for a bit longer, toy with you the way you’ve been toying with him. You’re lucky that he doesn’t plan on getting caught being balls deep in you, even though the idea of announcing to the world that you’re his gets him off. 

Muffling his own moan of pleasure by biting down on the soft skin between your neck and shoulder, Sakusa finishes deep into your wrecked cunt, letting out ropes and ropes of hot, white spurts of cum. He’s panting, removing his mouth from your skin, licking at the bite he left on your soft skin, as if to apologize. 

Both of your chests are rising and falling, the two of you greedily gulping for more air. He pulls out, a few drops of his cum already leaking out of your cunt. 

“This isn’t over.” He mutters, pulling up your panties, a puddle of his cum starting to pool into the seat of your underwear. He fixes your dress, smooths the fabric, and plants a surprisingly chaste kiss on your spit-slick lips. “Unless this really was a one time thing?” 

“As if this was ever going to be a one time thing.” You’re too tired to roll your eyes, but when he smiles, you find enough energy to smile back. “There’s a backdoor over there that you can leave. No one will see you.” 

“I’ll text you later.” He tells you, straightening his back and walking to the exit you just directed him to. “Like I said, this isn’t over.” 

Everyone on your team is worried when, during rehearsals, you complain that your legs are too sore to do the choreography.

[gabseyoo]

DON'T WASTE THE NIGHT — SAKUSA KIYOOMI

content: college/university!au, halloween setting, female reader, virgin!kiyoomi, popular!reader, virginity loss, mutual pining, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, pretty vanilla but cute, mean girls references, kiyoomi might be a little occ, he’s shy :(, atsumu being atsumu. word count: 8,0k.

notes: yes i’m late to halloween but i don’t care :) it’s being so long since i posted a one shot and i had this idea for maybe a year, two (?), and i finally had the inspiration to write everythiiing. i’m happy with the result, i hope you like it too <3

Halloween parties were not Kiyoomi's thing. Rather, no party at all. He didn't like the crowds, the drunks, or the excessive noise. But thanks to his group of friends (which he doesn't even remember how he ended up being a part of), staying away from parties was almost impossible, so it was already a common thing for him to be dragged to one every weekend where he would be counting the minutes to leave and drive all his drunk friends home. 

But, that was not the case tonight. 

Surprisingly, it was the first time Kiyoomi didn't want to leave a party, and that was thanks to a certain someone who had shown up at the Miya's Halloween party. 

"Just go talk to her." 

Kiyoomi almost jumped in surprise at the sudden appearance of his personal headache, also known as Atsumu. 

"Who?" He asked, playing dumb because he knew perfectly well who the blond was referring to, and mentally slapped himself for not being more discreet.

Atsumu snorted, "Y/n. You're staring at her like a creep." He said, pointing his head in your direction across the room, where you were talking enthusiastically with your friend, dressed in a pink tracksuit. "I don't blame you. She's pretty."

Sakusa kept silent, trying to suppress his need to agree out loud, because of course you were pretty. More than pretty. 

"You like her, don't you?" 

Kiyoomi sighed heavily, obviously uncomfortable with the question. It was obvious he liked you. Very much. But he didn't trust Atsumu to be able to not make a big deal out of the fact that Sakusa liked someone, so he decided to answer his question with a dry: "No."

"Liar." The blond replied. "It's pretty obvious that you like her."

"I don't like her." He insisted, though he already knew it would be in vain, it wasn't for nothing he called Atsumu his headache.

"So you hate her and you're staring at her 'cause you're planning her murder?"

Jesuschrist.

"I'll be planning your murder if you don't shut up." 

Atsumu pursed his lips and Kiyoomi thanked god in his head. But the fake threat seemed to work only for a limited time, because the twin spoke again seconds later, making him roll his eyes.

"Don't you even think she's pretty?"

He let out a sigh in frustration, but agreed with the question because, c’mon, it will be a very blatant lie to deny the obvious, "She is." He admitted, "But I don't like her." 

"You do like her, there can't be any other reason why you were looking at her like that."

Kiyoomi rolled his eyes, is there a way to shut this guy down?

"Like what?" 

"Like you like her." 

"If I say so, will you shut the fuck up?" He blurted, resigned. 

"I knew it!" Atsumu exclaimed victoriously, and Kiyoomi just let out a sigh, cringing when the twin tapped him a little too hard on the shoulder as if he was congratulating him. "Wow. So Omi likes someone, huh, who knew." 

"Don't make a big deal out of it." 

"Omi, liking someone isn't a bad thing." He said in a more earnest manner, perhaps trying to show that he was actually serious and not joking about his friend’s situation. 

Kiyoomi closed his eyes for a moment and sighed before replying, "I know it's not."

"Then why don't you go and talk to her? She's in your class, isn't she? It wouldn't be weird. Maybe she likes you back."

The twin had a point. Sakusa sat behind you for two hours straight five days a week during a very boring class. While you might not call yourselves the best of friends, you could say you got along well— you would usually turn around to ask him if he understood the subject so he could explain it to you, borrow a pen or offer him a gum. Occasionally you would randomly show him your phone with something you thought was funny and there were even times when you would ask his opinion on which item to buy or which selfie to post, you would often have small conversations and even followed each other on Instagram. And, as a bonus, lately you had started walking together to the classroom exit at the end of class where you would say goodbye with a 'see you tomorrow'. 

But you liking him back? He didn't think he was that lucky.

Because, yes, maybe you weren't a stranger to Kiyoomi and he wasn't a stranger to you either, but contrary to what many believed, Sakusa Kiyoomi didn't have much experience with women, not even with having a crush on someone. The idea of talking to you outside the classroom made him nervous. You were too pretty and too charming and too popular and too hot and... out of his league.

There were times when he wondered if it was possible for you to like him? Okay, call him arrogant, but he knew he was nowhere near ugly, that was a point in his favor. But one point that was not in his favor was the fact that, yes, maybe he was good-looking, but the university was full of good-looking guys, who unlike him, were more... outgoing. Guys who smiled more and didn't have a grumpy attitude like he did, who weren't known for being rude, and who probably wouldn't think twice about asking for your number or inviting you on a date. And, honestly, he felt like one more in the very long list of men who have a crush on you. 

"It's just..." He started, but the words were lost in his throat.

"Just what?"

"She doesn't see me that way. Just leave it at that, okay?" He finished his sentence, taking a sip from the bottle of water he'd been carrying since he arrived. 

Atsumu folded his arms, glancing in your direction for a moment before making that smile that never meant anything good, "You know what? I have an idea." 

Kiyoomi panicked. "Miya, what are you gonna do?" 

"You'll thank me later." 

And just like that, Atsumu pushed himself off the wall he was leaning against and before Sakusa could stop him, he started walking in your direction.

No. No. No. No. Kiyoomi's heart was going to escape from his chest. Fuck. He knew it was a bad idea to be honest with Atsumu. A. Fucking. Bad. Idea.

He watched frozen from his spot in the corner of the room the moment the blond approached you, greeting you and your friend casually before saying who knows what that made you look at him with confusion for a moment as you exchanged more words, but after something that left the blond's mouth, your face lit up with a smile. The interaction seemed to be going well, until the twin pointed— really fucking pointed—over his shoulder, and then, you connected your eyes with Kiyoomi’s for a moment. 

His feet began to move automatically. 

Towards the exit. 

He was so embarrassed. What did Atsumu say to you? What did you think? Fuck. He didn't even want to know. He was out of here, he'd move his seat to the other end of the classroom, or better yet, he'd never set foot in that class again, who cares if he had to repeat it next semester, that was better than looking you in the face after this.

"Where do you think you're goin'?" 

Sakusa was halfway to his car when he heard the twin's voice call out to him. 

"Home." 

Atsumu trotted up in front of him. "Come on. Don't be like that, listen-" 

"You fucking embarrassed me." He spat, pulling his keys out of his jacket roughly. 

"I didn't. I just did you a favor." Atsumu replied, crossing his arms proudly, which only raised Kiyoomi's anger levels.

Don't punch him. Don't punch him. Don't punch him.

"Fuck you, don't talk to me ever again."

"C'mon Kiyoomi, trust me. You think I'm capable of making a fool of you?" The twin asked with confidence in his voice. Kiyoomi simply looked at him, his silence explaining his answer, which caused Atsumu's smile to disappear. "Ouch." The twin brought a hand to his chest dramatically and Kiyoomi rolled his eyes before pressing a button on the control, removing the lock and alarm. 

He was barely about to open the car door when Atsumu spoke again. This time in a more serious tone, "Omi, I'm your friend. Just trust me. I would never do anything to hurt you."

Kiyoomi would never admit that those words made him feel a little bad about his attitude. 

Without removing his hand from the door handle, he blurted out the question that was consuming him and that he needed an answer to.

"What did you tell her?" 

For some reason, he expected Atsumu to answer with honesty, but he wasn't surprised when instead, the twin simply replied, "A wingman never reveals his secrets."

"Oh, fuck off." He mused, opening his car door just a few centimeters before the other man's hand closed it.

"Look, just go inside and talk to her. I swear I saw it in her face that she’s interested, of course, until you ran away like a chicken. I hope she's not offended and you've lost the opportunity of a lifetime." 

Only a sentence of Atsumu's words caught his attention.  

"What do you mean with 'she looked interested'?" He asked, his voice betraying him by not sounding as disinterested as he wanted it to.

Atsumu smirked. "It seems like she does see you that way."

You do?

The mere possibility of that being true, of you seeing him that way, was what prompted him to let out a last sigh and set the car alarm again before locking his keys in his hoodie. Although he wouldn't say this out loud and was still unhappy with Atsumu's actions, the twin was right in saying that this could be his chance. Maybe he should stop feeling self-conscious and just go for it. 

"If you're lying, you forget I exist." 

"Deal." Atsumu said, stretching out his hand, waiting for him to take it, but the black-haired simply brushed past him, to which the twin simply huffed in resignation before following his friend.  

Kiyoomi's feet felt heavier with every step he took back to the twins' house, he was going to do it. He was actually going to do it. He was going to talk to you outside the classroom, after whatever Atsumu had told you, which opened the door to many possibilities. One, was that you liked him; the other, was that you didn't and that you only saw him as a friend, he longed too much for the first option but he wouldn't be dissatisfied with the second, it all depended on how things turned out when he walked through the door in front of him.

Kiyoomi inhaled and exhaled, filling himself with courage before placing his hand on the doorknob. 

But that burst of bravery he was able to fill himself with was interrupted by the twin, who stopped him with a grip on the wrist.

"Don't touch m-" He didn't finish his sentence since Atsumu put something cold in the palm of his hand. 

"Here." Atsumu whispered and Kiyoomi looked at the object, frowned in confusion when he realized it was a key. "It's the key to the guest room. Use it wisely."

Use it wisely? What did that mean?

"Why would I want to-" Kiyoomi started, but the twin interrupted him, raising a finger to silence him. 

"Shh. Thank me when you're at the altar and I'm your best man. Let's go inside." 

And just like that, Atsumu grabbed his arm to pull him inside the house.

Bruno Mars' voice was blaring from the speakers in the living room, people were singing at the top of their lungs, drinking and dancing, evidently having a good time. Sometimes Kiyoomi wondered how the twins knew so many people, there were so many guests that they had to push their way through the crowd to get to where you were still standing by the kitchen area, looking spectacular as ever as you talked to your friend.

As if you sensed his presence, you turned your face and your eyes met, causing Kiyoomi's heart to skip a beat. Damn, was this a good idea?

"Here he is." Atsumu announced their arrival excitedly. "The Kiyoomi I was telling you about. Does he look familiar?"

Sakusa almost rolled his eyes, but the chuckle you let out at Atsumu's humor stopped him, "Yes, I think I know him." You replied, your eyes still fixed on the tall black-haired man in front of you. 

"Perfect!" He exclaimed, clasping his hands together enthusiastically. "Then, since there's no need for introductions, I'll leave you two alone." The twin said, patting him on the back before turning and leaving. 

"Yeah, me too." Your friend said, throwing you a mischievous look and copying Atsumu's action, losing herself in the crowd. 

Now that you were alone (if it could be considered "alone" in a room full of people), he wondered where the direct Kiyoomi was when he needed him. Say something, say something, say something, say something. He mentally shouted to himself, but he was so intimidated by your presence and the cute way you were looking at him that no words could formulate in his mouth. 

"Uh—, hi." He said after a few awkward seconds of silence, trying to play it cool by leaning against the kitchen island. 

"Hi." You replied with a smile and looked up at him, as if waiting for him to say something else, but at Kiyoomi's lack of response, you continued, "How are you?"

So fucking nervous, he wanted to say, but instead, a 'fine and you?' left his mouth. 

"Me too." You said, and he noticed how you bit your lip lightly, as if you were thinking of what to say before speaking again: "Um… did you do the homework for Monday?"

"Yes, and you?"

"Yup."

Fuck. This was pathetic. He was pathetic. If he were someone else, someone like Atsumu perhaps, he might have already charmed you with words, made you laugh and you would be having a more enjoyable conversation. 

After a sigh, you spoke again. "Are you drinking?"

"Yes." He said, raising his water bottle and feeling stupid a second later, obviously by that question you meant was he consuming alcohol. "Something like that. And you?"

"Something like that" You repeated his words, raising a glass goblet showing what appeared to be a cocktail. "It’s strawberry juice, goes with my costume, and I'm also driving tonight, so I can't drink too much."

"That's very responsible of you."

That's very responsible of you?!

Couldn't he think of something more stupid to say? Probably not. 

But if you thought his answer was stupid, you didn't give it away, since you giggled before saying, "I think it is."

In an attempt to divert attention from his very stupid comment, he took advantage of the information you gave him about the drink to salvage this interaction. "So— why the drink goes with the costume?" 

"You don't know who I am?" You asked, raising your arms to better show off your costume. It was very 2000s style. A pink tracksuit, a white blouse under it, also a necklace. 

"Uh— Paris Hilton?" He guessed, inwardly hoping he was right. 

You giggled again. "Almost. I'm Regina George's mom." You said, giving him a bump with your shoulder against his arm. And, amazingly, Kiyoomi for the first time did not find an unexpected physical contact upsetting. "What do you think? I didn't know who to dress up as and this was last minute."

"You look…" Divine. "Good."

"Thank you." As soon as your words were out of your mouth, he noticed how you stared at his outfit, squinting your eyes and making a tender gesture with your mouth that he had learned you did when you thought of something. "Come to think of it, you pretty much look like Damien in that hoodie. You should just add some sunglasses." You added after a few seconds, pointing to the blue fabric covering his body. 

Kiyoomi frowned. Damien? Who the fuck was Damien and why he looked like him? 

“Who?” He asked. 

“Damien? The guy who shows up in the middle of the gym scene? With the blue hoodie and glasses? You haven't seen Mean Girls?”

The tone in which you said it made him regret having refused his cousin’s offer to see that damn movie a few months ago. 

"No, I've only heard of it." He admitted with a shrug.

Surprisingly, you smiled at his response, "It's a classic. We should see it sometime."

We should. A half smile appeared on his face at the word we. "Yes, we should."

"Um, do you wanna go watch the beer pong game?"

—

Two hours later, Kiyoomi found himself having what was perhaps the longest conversation with a girl of his life, and the one he had enjoyed the most. 

After awkwardly breaking the ice and watching Atsumu lose (two times in a row) in beer pong, you moved to the living room, where you luckily found space on the couch where you had been sitting since then. 

Kiyoomi leaned back against the couch, his elbow resting on the armrest as he listened intently to you recount an embarrassing childhood memory that had him chuckling softly. The sight was rare, and his friends’ curious stares only made it rarer, he knew they were probably losing their minds right now, but he tried to ignore them, though, focusing instead on the way your eyes lit up when you spoke. You were magnetic in a way he hadn’t expected, and the realization only deepened the smile tugging at his lips. God, how much he regretted not having the self-confidence to talk to you in this way much earlier. 

“Okay, your turn.” You said, nudging his knee lightly with yours.

“My turn?”

“To tell me something embarrassing. Come on, don’t hold out on me now.” You teased, leaning just a fraction closer.

Kiyoomi let out a low groan, feigning reluctance. “Fine. But you owe me for this.”

As he started to recount a story about an unfortunate middle school haircut incident, his voice grew more animated, his laughter trying to break through every now and then, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the room melted away.

The conversation flowed naturally, but there was an underlying tension, an awareness that neither of you could ignore. When he finished his story, you both fell into a comfortable silence, your knees still brushing against each other.

“Is it me or the twins keep staring at us?” You asked out of the blue, pointing with your head to a spot behind Kiyoomi, who didn't even want to bother turning around—because most likely no, it wasn't you—but still did, finding both twins pretending to look away before going their separate ways, Atsumu bumping into someone in the attempt. 

He sighed deeply, his lips pressing into a line. “Ignore them. They’re just… nosy.”

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “Nosy about what?”

His face turned a faint shade of red, and he leaned back, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Kiyoomi didn't want to, but he would tell you the truth. “Probably that I'm talking to a girl.”

You chuckled, maybe finding his bashfulness endearing. “Do you not talk to girls often or something?”

“No.” He said, pretending that the admission didn't make him feel a little embarrassed.

“And is there any special reason why I'm the lucky one?” 

Kiyoomi hesitated, his gaze flickering to yours before dropping to where your knees touched. His mind raced for an answer, but nothing felt sufficient—not for what he was feeling, not for why you had captivated him so completely.

“You're… different.” He finally said, his voice quieter than before.

“Different how?” You asked, your tone teasing but your eyes soft with curiosity.

He let out a breath, his hand brushing against his neck again, “You're easy to talk to. Genuine. And you're…” He stopped himself, shaking his head with a self-conscious laugh.

“I'm what?” You prompted, leaning in slightly, your voice coaxing.

“You're just… you. And I like that.”

Your playful expression softened into something warmer, and the space between you felt even smaller. “That's probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me, Kiyoomi.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

The silence that followed wasn't awkward—it was charged, alive with a tension neither of you could deny anymore. His hand, resting between you on the couch, shifted slightly, his fingers brushing yours. The touch was brief, almost hesitant, but it was enough to make you glance up at him.

In that moment, something unspoken passed between you—an understanding, a shared want that neither of you could ignore any longer.

Kiyoomi leaned in slowly, his movements deliberate, as if savoring every second leading up to the moment his lips met yours. When they did, the kiss was soft, tentative at first, but it quickly deepened as the world around you faded into the background. He wasn't an experienced kisser, he hadn't done it enough times in his life to consider himself one, but he let instinct guide him, following your rhythm. It was slow and even sweet, he could taste the flavor of your gloss. Strawberry. Maybe the same one he always saw you applying in the middle of class and now decided it was his new favorite flavor. 

Kiyoomi doesn't know at what point the kiss became a little more intense. He could feel you pressing into him as you pulled one of your legs up onto his lap. He was so immersed in the kiss that he even forgot where he was, in the middle of a party, on an old couch surrounded by strangers and friends. 

This same realization also seems to have reached you, because at that very moment you broke the kiss. And even though only seconds had passed, he already missed the feeling of your lips against his. 

“Well—” You said, your voice light but still a little shaky. “I think your friends will definitely have something to talk about now.”

Kiyoomi chuckled softly, his thumb grazing over your knuckles. “Let them.”

You looked into his eyes and smiled at him, you looked very pretty with your slightly swollen lips and bright eyes. At that moment, Kiyoomi wondered if this was real or some dream, he was almost certain that his eyes betrayed how madly smitten he was by you. 

“Kiyoomi,” You said, your voice breaking him out of his thoughts.

He tilted his head slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching in curiosity. “Yeah?”

Your next words, simple yet charged, left him momentarily stunned.

“Can we go somewhere else?”

—

When Atsumu gave him the key to the guest room, he never thought he would actually use it. But here he was, with a very excited you at his side waiting for him to open the door. He really hoped you wouldn't ask why he had that key, because he knew he didn't want to lie to you as he also knew he didn't want to give you the explanation.  

After he opened the door, he stepped aside to let you in first before passing behind you. And something that caught him off guard was, when he barely closed the door behind him, you were quick to lock it before you put your hands on his cheeks to kiss him again. This time hungrier, more passionate. 

You were a good kisser, too good. And that only made Sakusa more nervous than he already was, he knew what you wanted, he knew where this was headed. And even though he wanted it too, the reality is that he had no idea what the fuck to do. 

His body was tensing up, overthinking the situation. He was not experienced in this area, not at all.

Still, he tried to keep up with you, walking backwards as you kissed him until he fell into a sitting position on the bed. 

In a matter of seconds, Kiyoomi watched as you took off your pink sweater, staying only in your tank top which didn't cover you for long, since you took it off immediately, leaving a very nice white bra in sight. 

It would be a lie to say that Kiyoomi was not hard. Because he was. Perhaps much harder than he had ever been in his life. 

“I really wanted to do this.” You said, and without even giving Kiyoomi time to process what you just confessed, you kissed him again, took both of his hands and brought them to your breasts as you straddled his lap. 

Kiyoomi almost choked when he felt your soft breasts under his palms, but instead of doing something with his hands, he stayed still, afraid to make a move you might not like. 

He was frustrated with himself. He literally had the girl of his dreams all over him, kissing him, letting him touch her after admitting that she wanted to do this and he just did nothing. 

Just relax, he told himself. Let yourself go. 

But his body seemed to betray him again the moment your hands went to his pants with the intention of unbuttoning them, because the first reaction he had was to stop you while from his mouth escaped a “Wait.”

“What happened?” You asked, your brow furrowed, obviously confused by his sudden reaction. 

C'mon, Kiyoomi, just tell her. She's an angel, she will understand. 

“I don't know how to say this.” He mumbled, almost to himself. Still, he took a deep breath, encouraging himself to speak. “I, uh- I don't-” He tried to explain himself, but before he could complete the sentence, you interrupted him.

“You don't want to do this, do you?” You spoke softly, Kiyoomi looked up, meeting your face which had an expression full of disappointment. 

His stomach turned over, no, no, no, no. You had misunderstood. “Y/n, that wasn't what—”

You quickly got up from his lap and bent down to pick up your shirt, “It's okay, I just-” Your voice broke as tears escaped your eyes and Kiyoomi felt like he wanted to kill himself at that moment, “I just want you to know that I'm not usually like this, but, when Atsumu told me that you liked me I thought that— I'm sorry, this is embarrassing.” The words rushed out of your mouth as you put your clothes back on. 

Kiyoomi would ignore (for now) that Atsumu really told you that he liked you literally only minutes after he admitted it, he would kill him later, now his main priority was you and clearing up this mess as soon as possible. 

“Hey, wait.” He said, holding you by the wrist to keep you from turning around and leaving. “I'm sorry. This is a misunderstanding, just, listen to me for a minute.” 

You looked at him silently before turning to face him again. 

He took a deep breath before continuing, “I like you, too much. I've been for a long time. And believe me when I tell you I really want to do it.” He admitted, and before you could say anything, he continued, “It's just that, I’m really fucking nervous. I— I've never done this.” His last words came out in a lower tone due to nerves and perhaps some embarrassment. But there was no turning back now. 

You looked at him for a few seconds, blinking at him before asking, “Done... what?”

“This.”

“Oh. Are you a…” You said, leaving the last word up in the air, but he mentally finished it for you, knowing full well what you were going to say.

A virgin.

“Yes.” He confirmed it. 

You were silent, and although it was somewhat dark, Kiyoomi could tell the shock on your face. He understood. If he were you, he might have been surprised too, since it's a fact that not many people expect. 

Kiyoomi was silent as well, silently mourning for himself. Thinking that maybe he ruined everything and a part of him was afraid that you would make fun of him. But the truth is that he was more worried if you left, how would he look at your face after that? He wouldn't be able to. It looked like he would have to take back the plan to leave that class and move to another country, which was a shame, because everything was going so well. 

His thoughts were interrupted when out of nowhere you let out a chuckle. 

“I'm kind of dramatic, don't you think?”

What? 

“I rushed to think that the reason you were a little tense and decided to stop was because you didn't like me, I never imagined that it was because you were… nervous. I'm really sorry, Kiyoomi.”

“Hey, It's okay, don't apologize. ” He said before taking both of your hands in his, “I should do it for not saying it from the beginning.”

“I didn't even give you the time to do it, I rushed too much, I should have taken it slower. But, I was excited, I mean, I just found out that the guy I like, likes me too.”

Okay, this is the second time you've admitted that you liked Kiyoomi. And wow, it felt fantastic to hear it, it felt so good and surreal at the same time that after all, it seemed that his feelings were indeed reciprocal. 

“I think I ruined the mood.” You said in a chuckle, making Kiyoomi frown. “It's okay if you want to stop.”

He didn't want to stop, in fact, he felt quite the opposite. He wanted to do it, with you and only you. So he didn't think much of it when he asked, “Do you?” 

“Huh?”

“Do you want to stop?”

He watched you bite your lip lightly before responding in the most adorable voice ever, “No.”

“Me neither.”

You looked at each other for a few more seconds before you wrapped your arms around his neck to bring your lips together again. The kiss was slower, and for some reason it felt much more intimate. 

Kiyoomi returned his hands to your waist, now feeling more comfortable enough to caress you with his thumbs before slowly moving down your hips to your thighs, you seemed to understand what he wanted, because you automatically straddled his lap again. 

After the awkward moment you just spent, his erection had softened, but when he felt your center against his crotch, combined with the kiss becoming more passionate, his dick soon got hard again. You felt it, of course you felt it. That must have been why you began to move slowly over him, brushing your sex against his, which caused Kiyoomi to moan against your mouth.  

Kiyoomi by this point felt more comfortable, perhaps more confident, so he dared to run his hands up your sides until he reached the hem of your blouse. 

“Can I take it off?” He asked after breaking the kiss, and you looked so cute when you let out a giggle and nodded before raising your arms as Kiyoomi pulled up the fabric. 

Your bra came back into view, but not for long, as you brought your hands behind your back to unfasten it to let it fall to the side—Kiyoomi thanked mentally for this because he was sure it would have taken him quite a while to remove it by himself—.

The light coming through the window was enough to appreciate you well, which he was grateful for, because he really didn't want to miss any detail of seeing you this way. His thumbs went up to caress your nipples, which were erect and looked too cute. It was a gentle touch first before cradling both breasts in his hands and squeezing them gently. 

“Can I...?” The question was lost in his throat, somewhat shy even to speak during this moment. 

“Kiyoomi,” You said his name, grabbing him by the cheeks to make him look at your face, perhaps so he would be a hundred percent sure you meant what you were about to say, “You can do anything you want to me. If I don't like something, I promise I'll tell you, okay?”

He looked at you for a few seconds before answering, appreciating your face completely, from your eyes to your lips. God, you were so beautiful. “Okay.”

Kiyoomi kissed your neck and left a small peck on your collarbone before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He took it slowly, running his tongue softly over it before sucking gently, and somehow he felt proud of himself when you let out a little moan and brought your hand to his black curls. 

He took his time, enjoying the taste of your skin in his mouth as he switched from one nipple to the other and finding delight in the little sounds you made until he felt eager for more. When he parted his lips from you, it was to remove his hoodie and t-shirt in one motion, letting them fall to the floor. 

“Wow,” The expression came out of you almost automatically at the sight of his body. Your delicate hands went to his biceps, making a path along his skin, past his shoulders to his chest. “How can you be so hot?”

Your words caught him off guard, so he couldn't help the laughter that came out of him. “You think?”

“Of course, just look at you.” Your hands followed their trail, down his abs to his v-line, at that moment he knew what you would do next. You settled on his thighs, leaving more space between his crotch and yours, then lowered your hand to the noticeable bulge in his pants. 

Kiyoomi almost moaned when you stroked him and almost choked on his own saliva when your thumb circled the tip, god, he knew he was leaking and hoped it didn't feel in his pants. 

It was the moment you squeezed him, that something changed inside him, he felt eager for more, and although he didn't want to rush this, he dared to bring your lips together again and, placing a hand on your lower back to keep you from falling, he turned around to lay you down on the bed. 

When he felt your hands on the edge of your pants, he decided to break the kiss and positioned himself in the middle of your legs to help you complete the action, pulling the fabric gently down your legs to drop them on the floor. Fuck. He gave himself the pleasure of admiring for a moment your beautiful form in front of him, in nothing but underwear, and practically giving yourself to him. If he was dreaming, he will kill whoever wakes him up.

His hands went up your thighs until they reached the edge of your underwear to start pulling it down, you raised your hips to help him and that was the moment where Kiyoomi saw for the first time your pussy. He gulped when in top of that, you spread your legs just as he finished removing the garment, exposing you completely to him, letting him see all of you. 

Now, what was he supposed to do? Sakusa was not completely uneducated on the subject, he knew where he was supposed to touch or even kiss. But he also knew that knowing it wasn't the same as doing it. So he preferred to be honest and let you guide him rather than try to do something he wasn't entirely sure you would like. 

“I really want to make you feel good, but, can you just…” For some reason (embarrassment) the words were lost in his throat. 

“Guide you?” You finished the sentence for him. 

“Something like that.” He mumbled. 

You smiled with what Kiyoomi guessed would be tenderness before taking his hand and guiding it to the middle of your legs. 

The first touch almost knocked the wind out of him and made his erection press harder against his pants, fuck, you were so wet and he could hardly believe it was because of him. 

Sakusa leaned forward with one arm by the side of your head, meeting your face a few inches from his as you whispered to him how to please you. He circled your clit at the speed you liked, thrusting his fingers in and out, hitting that sensitive spot inside you that you helped him find, enjoying the moans that came from your beautiful lips and the way one of your hands squeezed his shoulder with pleasure. 

You kissed him the moment you started to cum on his fingers, your legs even trembled and Kiyoomi had never felt so proud of himself. He kissed you with the same desire, not ceasing to give you pleasure until you asked him to stop because of over stimulation. 

“God… you're so beautiful.” The words came out of their own accord as he looked down at you. 

“You think?” You smirked. 

“Every day.” 

“I never thought you'd see me that way, you know?” Those words were kind of funny coming from you. The girl who was the dream of many. Including his own. 

“Why?” 

You shrugged, a playful glint in your eyes as you leaned slightly closer. “Because you’re you, Kiyoomi. Cold, composed, and…” You paused, pretending to think. “Kind of scary sometimes.”

He raised an eyebrow at that, but the small smile tugging at his lips betrayed his amusement. “Scary?”

“You know what I mean.” You teased. “You’re just… untouchable. Like, you don’t even notice anyone half the time.”

Kiyoomi chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. “I notice you.”

Your smile faltered for a second, replaced by something softer, something real. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He said. “You’ve always stood out to me. Even when I tried to act like you didn’t.”

You tilted your head, your expression thoughtful. “Why did you try to hide it?”

He hesitated, scratching the back of his neck as he glanced away for a moment. “Because… I didn't think I'd ever have a chance. I thought you were way out of my league.”

Your laugh was soft, light, and you reached out to gently take his hand. “Kiyoomi, you're ridiculous.”

“Am I?”

“Absolutely.” You said, patting his bicep lightly. “Because if you had just talked to me sooner, you'd know I've been trying to get your attention for ages.”

His eyes widened slightly, his lips parting as he tried to process your words. “You… what?”

You grinned, leaning in just enough that your noses almost touched. “I've always liked you, Kiyoomi. I just didn't think you'd ever notice.”

Kiyoomi stared at you, his heart pounding in his chest, before his lips quirked into a lopsided smile. “Guess we're both ridiculous, then.”

“Guess we are.” You murmured, and this time, it was you who closed the distance, your lips brushing his in a kiss so soft and sweet, the total opposite of the words that came out of your mouth next, “Now, please fuck me before I lose my mind.” 

Of course he would, his mind and his cock couldn't hold back any longer. 

“Just. Let. Me. Take– Take these off.” He said between kisses as you wouldn't let go, insisting on keeping his lips on yours with your palms on his cheeks. 

Kiyoomi did his best to remove his jeans and underwear in one go without breaking the kiss, but in the end, he had to do so (albeit unwillingly), when the last of his clothes were on the floor and the two of you were completely naked, to say something he remembered at the last minute. 

“I don't have a condom.”

This was bad, unfortunately Kiyoomi didn't carry any with him right now. The only one he used to carry in his wallet (just in case), he ended up giving it to Atsumu two weeks ago at a party, since at the time, the twin needed more than he did. Now he regretted it. 

You looked at him for a moment, processing his words before saying, “I don't care if you don't care.” 

“Are you sure?” He asked, astonishment radiating from his face.

“Very sure.”

Kiyoomi gulped before nodding, nervous about what was coming next. 

He took his cock in his palm, giving himself a few gentle strokes before lining himself up with your entrance. Your hand went to the middle of your bodies to replace his hand with yours and he heard you gasp at the feel of his shaft. 

“God, how— Kiyoomi, are you telling me you're a virgin with a dick like this?”

Kiyoomi couldn't help but let out a laugh, this was one of the things he liked most about you, how you spoke your mind bluntly. 

“I guess so.”

“Well, I wanted you to put it in in one go. But I guess we'll have to go slow.” You teased, adjusting your hips as you continued to slowly stroke his dick. 

Kiyoomi moaned as he felt your wet entrance meeting his leaking tip. He already felt in heaven and he wasn't even inside you yet. 

He placed both of his arms beside your head, looking down at you as he slowly thrust his hips forward, moving deeper into you. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This felt so good. You felt so wet, so hot, so tight that he had to mentally beg his cock not to cum soon, he couldn't embarrass himself like that. 

He pressed his lips against your forehead, kissing casually as he heard you moan as you took him in. “Does it hurt?” He asked, still with half of his dick out of you. 

“A little.” You admitted and that worried Kiyoomi, who was about to pull out, but you spoke first. “But it feels so good, just keep going, it'll fade away.” 

He nodded and continued to enter you until he was completely inside you. He had to press his forehead against yours, closing his eyes for a moment at the new feeling he was experiencing. 

“How does it feel?” He heard you ask after a minute, your sweet voice filling the silence where only your breaths could be heard. 

“Too good. Fuck. I don't think I'll last long.” He admitted, somewhat embarrassed, but still eager for more. “Can I— fuck—can I move?”

“Yes, please.”

Slowly at first, he began to move his hips, enjoying the feel of your wet walls squeezing him. Kiyoomi couldn't believe he missed out on this pleasure for so long, but he was glad that the one he was experiencing it with for the first time was you. 

He looked down at you, paying attention to your face and appreciating your expressions with adoration radiating from his eyes. How you bit your lower lip, how you opened your lips slightly, how you closed your eyes, how you smiled when you made eye contact. 

You whispered in his ear to go faster, and without a second thought, he complied with your request. He slipped both of his arms under your armpits to hold on tighter and began to thrust so hard that even the bed began to hit the wall. Thank goodness there was a party going on downstairs and the sound of the bed along with the sound of your moans would not be heard by others. 

“Kiyoomi…” You moaned his name, sounding like an angel as you did. Your hands went behind his back, holding him tightly against you and he even felt your nails digging lightly into his skin. He couldn't resist bringing your lips together again, kissing you sloppily as he moved in and out of you. 

He felt you squeeze him as your moans increased before he brought one of his hands to the middle of your bodies, circling messily over your clit, bringing you to the edge. Your legs trembled and a cute moan left your mouth as you came. Kiyoomi also moaned against your lips, you squeezed him so deliciously that he was surprised he didn't explode at that moment, but he knew he wasn't far from it. 

“I'm going to…” The words were lost in his throat as he felt his own orgasm so close. He was panting like crazy, holding you tighter against him as he settled his head in the crook of your neck and his thrusts became more intense. 

“Don't pull out, please.” 

His common sense told him that was irresponsible, but his desire along with how sexy it was to hear you say those words were stronger, because when he least realized it, he was cumming inside you— and it felt good, too good. Nothing compared to the orgasms his hand had so far provided. God, he might get addicted to you after this. 

The room fell into a silence, where only your accelerated breathing and the music muffled by the door could be heard. You both refused to move for a few moments, enjoying the touch of your skin and the vital sounds of each other. 

The dim light slipping through the windows painted faint shadows on the walls, highlighting the way your bodies pressed together. Your skin against his was warm, electric, like a spark neither of you wanted to break. Time felt like it slowed, stretching out as you both stayed perfectly still, caught in the pull of the moment. He could feel your heartbeat under his touch, steady and grounding, blending into the quiet rhythm of your breaths.

“So, how was it?” You broke the silence, stroking his back with your fingertips. 

Kiyoomi couldn't help but let out a chuckle in the midst of his quickening breath, “Mind blowing.” 

“I agree.”

Kiyoomi propped himself up on his forearms, his eyes meeting your adorable face, and he couldn't help but smile softly. He leaned down to press a quick, gentle kiss to your lips before settling down beside you. With an easy, natural motion, he slid a hand to your waist, pulling you closer to him. Now, with your head resting on his chest, he held you with the kind of tenderness that made the moment feel too perfect to let go of.

As the quiet rhythm of his breathing filled the room, Kiyoomi looked down at you, nestled against his chest. He absentmindedly traced gentle circles on your back with his fingers, his mind lingering on the softness of the moment. The warmth of your presence and the steady rhythm of your breathing calmed him, but his mind refused to settle.

He couldn't stop replaying the events of the night—the way your presence had lit up the room, the way you spoke with such ease and authenticity, and how natural it felt to be by your side. For someone who usually kept people at a distance, you had somehow bypassed every barrier he'd carefully built.

The thought made his chest tighten, but not with unease. With something new. Something he wanted to hold onto.

He glanced down at you, his heart catching at the way your eyelashes fluttered as you blinked sleepily. He knew moments like this didn't come often—not for him. And he knew it— he wanted more. 

But would you want that, too?

The doubt lingered for only a second before he pushed it aside. Tonight had been proof enough that whatever this was, it was mutual. And if he didn't take a chance, he'd regret it.

Gathering his courage, he took a breath, his voice low and steady as he broke the silence.

“Hey.” He began, the faintest hint of shyness lacing his tone. “Do you have plans tomorrow?”

You smiled, your cheek still resting against his chest. “Not yet. Why?”

“I was thinking…” He hesitated for a beat, then pressed on. “Maybe we could go out. Just the two of us.”

Your eyebrows lifted slightly, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “Are you asking me on a date, Sakusa Kiyoomi?”

“Yeah.” He said. “I want to take you somewhere nice. Anywhere you want.”

You reached up to brush a strand of hair from his face. “I'd love that.”

His lips curved into a small, genuine smile, relief flickering across his expression. “Good. I'll make it worth your while.”

“You already are.”

spoiler: sakusa didn’t know it yet, but atsumu will actually be the best man a few years later.

[rintoorou]

ALOHA, HAWAII — iv. you meet people twice

(wc: 780-ish…)

the sound of a telephone ringing wakes you from your slumber. 

head still buried deep in the pillows, you blindly reach for the handset and hold it up to your ear. “hello?”

“good morning, ms. sakusa! were you able to settle in all right?”

“yes, thank you,” you reply groggily, pulling the duvet closer with your free hand. still tired from the flight, you vaguely remember the golf cart ride to your lodging, the staff helping you with your luggage before bidding you goodnight, and crashing on the bed as soon as you shut the door closed. 

“i was just calling to inform you that the guest in the complimentary suite arrived last night." your eyelids flutter open at this; you remember asking the front desk a favor too. ever since kiyoomi told you that his fiancé asked a friend of his to help you with the wedding preparations, you couldn’t help but feel anxious. atsumu wouldn’t ask him, right? those in your small college circle knew how bad your relationship got—from irritated glares sent across the room to hurtful jabs disguised as jokes. they noticed how you started arriving to get-togethers separately until you eventually just stopped coming. on the day after graduation, you removed all your mutual friends from your socials and blocked him.

even so, you hoped atsumu still held some sort of friendly affection for you and be considerate enough to not ask him, but just to ease your nerves, you asked the receptionist to call and let you know when his friend arrives. 

“he arrived around an hour after you did, actually. we didn’t call in case you were already asleep.”

“that’s alright. thanks for letting me know.”

“no problem, ms. sakusa! let us know if you need anything else." the call ends with a dull beep before you finally pull yourself up to sit. you flip over your phone to check for any messages, but the image of a dead battery flashes on the screen. 

you check the clock on the nightstand; it’s 9:41 AM. figuring it’s not too early for atsumu’s friend to be awake, you plug your phone into the charger and head to the bathroom for a shower.

it’s warmer outside than in your cabin, but the refreshing summer breeze makes up for it. unlike the rain, you enjoy the soft glow of the sun on your skin and the way it almost instantly makes you feel at ease. a staff member greets you as you pass, and you smile back. it only takes you a few strides until you’re standing in front of an oak door similar to your own. you take in a small breath and tentatively knock three times. 

you wait for a bit, though you don’t hear anyone on the other side of the door. he’s probably still asleep.

you step back to leave, but the front door swings wide open. “oh, good mor—”

your words falter as you take in the disheveled man in front of you. even with the sleep still evident in his eyes and an unkempt shirt revealing just a little bit of his collarbone, you instantly recognize those narrowed green eyes staring back at you. 

“what the—”

“fuck,” suna curses, his eyes widening, “what the hell are you doing here?”

you draw in a sharp breath, “what the hell am i doing here?! what the hell are you doing here?” 

“i’m helping atsumu with his wedding.”

“i’m…” you take a moment to process his reply, then it hits you. suna is the friend who’s supposed to assist you with the wedding; at the same time, he realizes that you’re the relative atsumu was talking about. of fucking course. 

he lets out a bitter scoff as he tears his eyes away from you, immediately making your eye twitch. it takes so much of you to resist the urge to hit him right then and there.

“you’re going to turn this wedding to shit.” 

“then by all means, leave. aren't you good at that?” 

“oh, i know when it’s right to walk away.”

the glares you send one another are intense, harsh and fiery. unresolved anger and frustration from the breakup and years of not seeing each other come rushing back, leaving neither one of you willing to back down. 

you tell yourself to be the bigger person, but you simply cannot stand to look at him any longer. “stay the hell away from me, suna.” 

his eyes narrow, “ditto.”

the door slams shut just as you spin on your heels, fists clenched as you march back to your cabin. kiyoomi (and maybe atsumu) better have a damn good explanation for this because there’s no way in hell you’re working with your asshole of an ex. 

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[yanderecrazysie]

Mysophobia (Yandere Sakusa)

Please don’t request any phobias. I just felt like making this for fun.

Be kind to me, I'm still not good at writing NSFW

Title: Mysophobia

Pairings: Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, NSFW, NONCON, degradation 

Phobia: The fear of germs

Sakusa never touched you without wearing gloves. The plastic always felt cold against your bare skin- he didn’t allow you to wear any clothing. 

He was a complete germaphobe- constantly washing the sheets and you. You ended up in the bathtub at least once a day, with him watching over you, making sure you scrubbed well enough to get rid of all the impurities.

If he wanted you to touch him, he forced you to put on hand sanitizer before demanding your touch. 

He called you all sorts of things. Disgusting. Pig. Slut. You couldn’t say anything in response unless you wanted his glove-clad fingers shoved down your throat.

Like most days, you laid on your sterile sheets, looking up at the ceiling. Waiting for Sakusa to come back. Because as much as you hated him, at least he wasn’t boring.

The door clicked and you sat up, on edge despite how relieved you were to see Sakusa. He opened the door, wearing his signature mask and gloves. He gave you a once over before saying, “You’re sweaty.”

You knew what that meant. Bath time for the second time today. Your skin was still raw from his earlier scrubbing.

Sakusa pulled a key out of his pocket and turned to your handcuffs, unlocking them. You rubbed at the marks they left behind, soothing the sore skin. Sakusa didn’t give you a chance to appreciate your newfound freedom, his glove-clad hand grabbing your upper arm and hauling you to your feet.

He dragged you to the bathroom, but you didn't put up much of a fight. Bath time was the same every time- Sakusa would scrub your skin raw and you'd sit there and take it. Then, he would bring you back to the bed and watch some TV with you until you both fell asleep.

Sakusa turned on the faucet and tested the water as it fell into the bathtub. You obediently began to strip, just as you knew he wanted. You waited silently until he backed away from the tub, silently motioning for you to climb inside.

It was a huge tub, easily big enough for two people. Sometimes Sakusa used it too, but those were the worst days.

One look at Sakusa’s lap told you it was one of those days.

Sakusa began to strip unceremoniously, letting his dick spring up out of his boxers and hit his stomach, leaving a spot of precum where it connected. You swallowed thickly, knowing what was to come.

Sakusa opened one of the bathroom drawers and pulled out a condom. Even with you on birth control, Sakusa needed a condom to fuck you. Cum was too messy for him, after all.

He climbed into the tub and laid down, grabbing your hips and forcing you to straddle him. He tapped his cockhead against your clit a few times just to see you jolt, then shoved two of his gloved fingers into your cunt. He wasted no time, immediately scissoring your tight pussy apart, preparing you for his sizable member.

He removed his fingers from your cunt and made a disgusted noise when he saw that his gloves were shining with your slick. He put his fingers in the water, brow still furrowed in disdain. Sometimes you wondered why he even fucked you if it was too messy for him. But Sakusa just couldn’t help himself.

His hand came up and massaged your breast, eliciting a soft moan from you. His mouth twisted into a grimace, “You’re such a slut.”

You tried to ignore his comment, but you still felt hurt by his words. You couldn’t help how your body reacted, it was just natural.

Without further teasing, Sakusa began to push against the opening of your cunt until the head of his cock popped inside and the rest followed in one sharp thrust. You let out a squeak, placing both of your hands on his chest for balance.

Sakusa got angry at that, “Take your hands off of me, you disgusting slut.”

You quickly did as he said, removing your hands from his chest and seekingt purchase oin the sides of the tub. Meanwhile, Sakusa thrusted up into you, pushing up and up until his tip pressed against your deepest parts. Somehow, even behind his mask, you could tell, he was grinning wickedly.

Sakusa drew his hips back and began a brutal pace, bruising your cervix with each thrust. He didn’t allow you to get used to a pattern- occasionally stopping just to throw you off rhythm. You gasped and moaned and this time, instead of criticizing you, he groaned softly back, the sound muffled by his face mask.

He gave a couple extra rough thrusts before he shuddered and came. You followed right after him, the feeling of the condom inflating sending you over the edge. Sakusa pulled out and watched as you gasped for breath, laying back in the tub as his dick softened and slipped from your cunt. He stood up, removed his condom, and threw it in the garbage, glaring at it in disgust the entire time. He looked down and surveyed his dick, which was dripping white cum into the water below. 

“We have to run a new bath. Get out,” Sakusa snapped.

You weren’t sure you could even move your legs.

[minarixx]

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫'𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐞 ✯ 𝐊.𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚

"𝙁𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙮, 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮"

PAIRING. Sakusa Kiyoomi x f!Reader

CONTENT. angst

The olympic volleyball player, Sakusa Kiyoomi finds himself grappling with the complexities of his relationship with Y/N as it becomes public knowledge.

WC. 1.3K

A/N. Release this song for streaming alr Taylor.

Masterlink - Songs Unwritten

𝓣he sunlit stadium buzzed with excitement as the much-anticipated volleyball tournament unfolded before a cheering crowd. The spacious arena boasted a grand design, with towering stands that could accommodate thousands of enthusiastic fans. The atmosphere was electric, with vibrant colors adorning the venue, reflecting the energy and spirit of the event.

The central focus of the stadium was the immaculately prepared volleyball court, situated at the heart of the action. Its pristine surface, made of smooth, polished wood, gleamed under the radiant floodlights. The boundaries of the court were marked with bold, contrasting lines, providing clear demarcation for the players and ensuring fair play.

On either side of the court, towering electronic scoreboards loomed large, displaying the current match score, set information, and timers, ensuring that no fan missed a moment of the thrilling encounters. Enormous high-definition screens were strategically positioned around the stadium, broadcasting close-up shots of the players and captivating slow-motion replays, further enhancing the spectator experience.

The stadium was divided into different sections, each designated for different categories of spectators. The VIP section, with its plush seating and impeccable service, catered to prominent figures from the sporting world, celebrities, and high-ranking officials. The regular seating area, stretching across multiple levels, offered comfortable chairs with ample legroom, ensuring a pleasant viewing experience for the enthusiastic fans. In one of these seats was Y/N L/N. 

And in the court, among them stood Sakusa, a talented volleyball athlete whose dreams were woven into each powerful spike. But beneath his cold exterior lay a shadow of doubt, a fear that threatened to unravel the fragile connection he shared with the girl who held his heart, Y/N. 

Their love had blossomed amidst the thunderous applause and echoing cheers of the volleyball arena. The court had been their sanctuary, where they exchanged glances filled with unspoken promises and whispered sweet nothings in the midst of practice sessions. But as their relationship deepened, so did Sakusa's apprehension about revealing their love to the public.

Their paths crossed during a brief break, as they both reached for water bottles at the vending machine. Y/N mustered the courage to strike up a conversation, her voice laced with genuine interest.

"Great game out there! Your spikes are impressive," she complimented, her eyes twinkling with admiration.

Sakusa turned to face her, a charming smile that was covered by his mask but you could still see the outline of. His gaze met hers, and in that moment, something unspoken passed between them.

"Thank you," he replied, his voice cold but his tone with gratitude. "Do you play volleyball yourself?"

Y/N's laughter danced on the breeze as she shook her head, a playful glint in her eyes.

"No, I'm just here to enjoy the game and cheer on the players. But who knows, maybe I'll give it a try someday."

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, as if they had known each other for years. They shared stories, dreams, and the occasional witty banter that drew smiles and laughter from both of them.

Days turned into weeks, and their bond grew stronger with each passing encounter. The whispers of an undeniable connection filled the air, igniting a flame of hope within Y/N's heart. Sakusa, too, felt an inexplicable pull towards her, as if they were two puzzle pieces meant to fit together.

One evening, as they sat together on the beach, watching the sun dip below the horizon, Sakusa turned to Y/N with a glimmer of excitement in his eyes.

"Y/N, I have something important to tell you," he began, his voice tinged with anticipation. "I promise you, soon, I will announce our relationship to the world. I want everyone to know how much you mean to me."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, overwhelmed with a mixture of joy and anticipation. She had waited for this moment, for Sakusa to embrace their love publicly, to stand up for their relationship.

But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Y/N found herself tangled in a web of empty promises. The whispers of lies grew louder, circulating among their circle of friends and acquaintances. The announcement Sakusa had promised remained nothing more than a distant dream.

Y/N's heart grew heavy with disappointment, her trust eroding with each passing day. She longed for the validation, for Sakusa to fulfill his word and show the world they were together.

Y/N, with her infectious smile and fiery spirit, was unafraid to showcase their affection to the world. She longed for Sakusa to stand proudly by her side, to declare their love to the world without hesitation. But his reluctance to do so left her feeling unseen and unimportant, an invisible figure in the shadows of his ambitions. 

During this match however, rumors swirled through the air, like seagulls riding the wind, spreading their wings of deception. They whispered of a love shared between Y/N and Sakusa, a relationship hidden behind closed doors. As the gossip reached Sakusa's ears, his heart sank. He had hoped to shield Y/N from the harsh realities of public scrutiny, believing that by keeping their love secret, he could protect her from the judgments of others. But the whispers had grown louder, the rumors more persistent, weaving their way into the fabric of their lives.

Y/N's heart ached as she overheard a group of girls conversing nearby. Their voices dripped with disdain, their words weaving a tapestry of hurtful assumptions.

"Did you hear? Sakusa would never date someone as plain looking as her," one of the girls sneered.

"Of course not. He's way out of her league. He's way better off with a Victoria Secret Supermodel," another chimed in, her laughter echoing like shards of broken glass.

The volleyball tournament came to a close, leaving behind a flurry of emotions and weary bodies. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the players and their supporters gathered for the much-anticipated after-party. It was meant to be a celebration of their achievements, a moment of camaraderie. But for Y/N, it would become an evening of isolation and heartbreak.

The room buzzed with laughter and animated conversations, the air filled with a mix of triumph and relief. But amidst the lively atmosphere, Y/N stood on the outskirts, a mere shadow amidst the revelry. The whispers of the rumors still haunted the room, their echoes drowning out her attempts to find solace.

Sakusa, lost in a sea of conflicting emotions, struggled to navigate the space between his love for Y/N and the pressures from the public and his managers. He knew he had let her down, allowing the rumors to drive a wedge between them. Yet, the fear of jeopardizing his career kept him at bay, caught between the love he felt for Y/N and the image he was expected to uphold.

Y/N's heart ached as she watched Sakusa move through the crowd, mingling effortlessly with others. The smile that once brightened her world now seemed distant and unattainable. Her insecurities gnawed at her, pushing her to the edge of despair.

Summoning all her courage, Y/N approached Sakusa in a secluded corner, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and longing.

"Sakusa, please," she implored, her eyes pleading for him to understand. "I can't bear to be ignored any longer. I need you to choose me, to stand up for us, despite what the public and your managers might say."

Sakusa's gaze wavered, torn between the woman he loved and the world he knew. The weight of his indecision etched lines of torment upon his face. He reached out, his hand hesitating in mid-air, but ultimately withdrew.

"I wish it were that simple, Y/N," he whispered, his voice tinged with resignation. "But I don't want to lose everything I've worked for. I'm sorry."

The words landed heavily on Y/N's heart, a final blow to the hope she had clung to. Tears welled up in her eyes as she turned away, the weight of rejection pressing down upon her like an iron cloak.

As the party continued, Y/N remained a distant observer, her smiles forced and hollow. She watched as Sakusa mingled with adoring fans and accepted the accolades from his teammates. But with each passing moment, the emptiness within her grew, a void where their love once thrived.

©Minarixx 2023 - please don't copy, repost or translate without my knowledge credit or permission.

[iwaoiness]

TikTok

Atsumu blinks stumped, mouth open, eyebrows furrowed and nose wrinkled in an absurdly funny expression. On his cell phone, that tiktok that has appeared on his fyp with the stupid tune more passion, more passion, more energy is playing on loop and as much as Miya wants to slide and keep scrolling through his fyp he cannot.

He can't because it's Oikawa Tooru, Oikawa fucking Tooru, who appears in the tiktok, dancing to the rhythm of the sound, dressed in nike sport shorts and a black shirt that absolutely isn't his because of how it's baggy around his shoulders and because of the Japanese flag emblazoned on the chest.

And the worst thing isn't that.

What's worse is that he's using the fucking song in a non-ironic way and, in the white letters levitating above his body, can read pov: your boyfriend is (29) athletic trainer and you're trying to motivate yourself to endure a round when in foreplay you've already seen and touched the stars more than once ;)

And the worst of the worst is that it has 8 million -MILLION- of views and 3M likes. And also, in the comments, anchored at the beginning, with 789k likes, is the confirmed fucking account of Iwaizumi Hajime -his fucking trainer- commenting give me back my fucking shirt, shittykawa.

Oikawa Tooru has gone viral (again). And with his boyfriend (again).

Over my dead body, Tooru-chan. You wanna play? Let's play then.

Atsumu, with his competitive flame flaring as if gasoline had been poured on it, rises from the couch abruptly, takes a deep breath and then-

"OMI-OMI."

"No." Sakusa, appearing in the living room after thoroughly drying his hair, replies sternly as he circles the couch to head for the kitchen, not even giving his boyfriend a glance.

"I didn't say anything yet!" He squawks indignantly.

"You don't need to open your mouth to say some bullshit. It's written all over your face."

"BUT OMI-OMI, I JUST NEED YOUR SHIR-"

"Over my dead body, Tsumu." He warns, looming behind the kitchen door with an eggplant in his hand and a knife in the other, with the most intense and menacing (and hot) stare that makes Miya swallow saliva and feel his cheeks burn. "Now get your fucking pretty ass over here, wash your hands and help me with dinner."

[lindtluirae]

🔞 SakuAtsu | Damned if I do, damned if I don’t | Rated E

If Atsumu thought too hard about what he was doing, he would be judging himself.

It was too late now for that anyway, seeing as he was standing on the platform waiting for Sakusa Kiyoomi’s arrival.

Had they met before? Sure. If one counted the volleyball tournaments in which they happened to occupy the same stadium. Atsumu had always been laterally aware of Kiyoomi’s presence; it was hard not to notice someone so talented.

What followed was… well.

It started innocuously enough. Not that Atsumu actually remembered why he texted Kiyoomi in the first place. It had something to do with volleyball, to be certain, but how that spiralled to their current predicament was beyond him.

He balanced on his toes, rocking in place to channel all the pent up energy choking him. He hadn’t slept a wink last night.

Not that he hadn’t tried. Kiyoomi just happened to be more persuasive.

Atsumu could feel his face warm thinking of all the promises Kiyoomi made him over the months for when they finally met.

How was he expected to act now? Would it be okay to just… reach out and touch Kiyoomi? Would Kiyoomi even find him attractive once they stood face to face, without a screen between them?

Just as he was about to vibrate out of his own skin, the train came to a stop, and Atsumu lost his breath.

He would notice that curly hair anywhere.

“Shit,” he mumbled to himself, schooling his expression as he raised his arm to wave.

Obsidian eyes zeroed in on him, dark and intense over the edge of his mask, and Atsumu had to remind himself that they weren’t anything. Late night calls and fun push and pull conversations notwithstanding.

No matter how much he wanted to fall right back to where they left off during their call, he had to get a grip on himself.

“Atsumu,” Kiyoomi said as he came to a stop before him, and wasn’t that something? To be this close, to hear his voice without the whoosh of a phone line between them.

“Omi.” Maybe he sounded a little breathless. Maybe there was no helping this or the giddiness he felt. “You made it.”

Kiyoomi’s eyes creased in a faint smile. “I did.”

“It’s good to see you,” Atsumu said. “At last.”

Kiyoomi’s smile, although hidden, was making him feel all sorts of things. “I guess your hair is really not piss yellow anymore.”

“Not that again,” Atsumu groaned, turning around to lead the way. “I showed you proof Omi, you just like bullying me.”

“Hmm.”

Atsumu led them to his car. It was his Ma’s but she agreed to lend it to him for the weekend so he could show Kiyoomi around Hyogo.

Though if Atsumu were to be honest, sightseeing was the last thing on his mind.

And then he and Kiyoomi were out of sight, sitting next to each other with only the centre console separating them. Atsumu stared hard at the windshield, not really seeing it as his skin prickled under the weight of Kiyoomi’s gaze. “So…”

“So.” He could hear the teasing lilt in Kiyoomi’s voice.

“Fuck it,” Atsumu mumbled, twisting in his seat.

Kiyoomi’s body jerked in surprise as Asumu tucked his mask out of the way and kissed him into his seat. He pulled back an inch to let out a strained breath. “Sorry, just… been wanting to do that for a long fuckin’ time now, Omi.”

Kiyoomi cleared his throat, cheeks beginning to pink. “Forgive me for thinking you’d at least wait until after we’ve made it to your house.”

Leaning back in his seat, Atsumu made a silly face. “No can do.”

“Needy bastard,” Kiyoomi teased.

“You love it,” Atsumu returned blithely, and reversed out of his parking spot.

*

Atsumu’s Ma was out for the day, and Osamu was at Suna’s, probably playing video games and shit talking Atsumu, but for once he didn’t care.

Because their absence meant that the moment he and Kiyoomi stepped into Atsumu’s home, Atsumu could turn around and pin Kiyoomi against the door.

“Eager aren’t we?” Kiyoomi murmured, allowing himself to be caged in Atsumu’s arms.

“Like you don’t wanna kiss me too, Omi,” Atsumu challenged, meeting his eyes.

They darkened, and Atsumu shivered when Kiyoomi leaned closer, his breath feathering over Atsumu’s chin. “I’m not the one pressing you to the door, At-su-mu.”

With willpower he didn’t know he possessed, Atsumu pried himself off Kiyoomi to take a few steps back, sighing resignedly. “I guess you don’t want to kiss me after al—”

Atsumu was reeled in too suddenly, the words dying on his lips as Kiyoomi’s mouth crashed down on his. Atsumu was encircled in strong arms and tucked against the open heat of Kiyoomi’s body as Kiyoomi’s mouth claimed him. “You talk too damn much.”

Teeth sunk in his bottom lip, shutting his protest to replace it by a groan. “Did you forget already?” Kiyoomi whispered hotly, hands slipping lower to grab two handfuls of Atsumu’s ass. “What I wanted to do to you?”

“Maybe you’re just all talk,” Atsumu riled, even as his breath wheezed out of him and his cock twitched in his pants. “Did you forget what I wanted to do to you?”

Their mouths collided again, a little roughly, and Atsumu moaned, sinking all ten fingers in Kiyoomi’s curls to pull savagely.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he whispered as he pushed his knee between Kiyoomi’s thighs and found him hard. “Please let me fuck you.”

“At least take me out to dinner first,” Kiyoomi bit out as Atsumu pressed his knee up where Kiyoomi ached.

“Is that what you want?” Atsumu rasped breathlessly. “Dinner, Omi?”

Kiyoomi’s head fell back with a strained breath, and Atsumu took that opportunity to latch his mouth to the milky curve of his neck. “Do you know what I want?”

“What?” Kiyoomi choked out, gripping his hips.

“I want you,” Atsumu bit at his neck. “In my bed. Naked.”

“Fuck, Atsumu,” Kiyoomi gasped out when Atsumu’s hand slid lower to press over his crotch.

“I want this in my mouth,” Atsumu murmured, so hard he was aching. “Would you put your cock in my mouth, Omi?”

“Shit,” Kiyoomi said, pushing him off. “Do it.”

Atsumu didn’t need to be told twice.

He didn’t care that they were in the middle of the hallway, that his door wasn’t even locked. All that mattered was the hundred fantasies he’d weaved for months now, of taking this man apart.

He fell to his knees, hungry and ungraceful, to fumble with Kiyoomi’s zipper and yank down his jeans. Kiyoomi stumbled, falling back against the door to steady himself as Atsumu clutched his hips and dove down to bury his face in Kiyoomi crotch.

A groan rumbled in his chest. “Fuck me, you’re everything.”

Kiyoomi’s shaky hand settled on his head, clutching his hair for support. “Shut up and get to it.”

“Fuck you, I’ve wanted this for months, let me savour it,” Atsumu retorted, his own hands shaking as he peeled down Kiyoomi’s boxers. “Fuck baby, you’re so hard for me.”

Kiyoomi gnawed on his lips, and Atsumu, driven insane with lust, nuzzled the crease of his thigh, looking up at him with so much hunger that Kiyoomi’s eyes squeezed shut and his breaths trembled. “…please.”

Fuck, Atsumu was a goner.

He parted his lips, his tongue curling around the head, and delighted in the twitch of Kiyoomi’s hips. “Don’t tease.”

Atsumu rubbed his cheek against Kiyoomi’s cock, grinning. “Or what?”

Kiyoomi’s thumb pinched Atsumu’s chin, his eyes so dark and desirous that Atsumu felt himself leaking precum into his underwear. “Open your mouth, Atsumu.”

A thrill jolted down his body as he complied, parting his lips for Kiyoomi to feed him his cock. “There,” Kiyoomi breathed. “All it takes to shut you up is a cock in your mouth, right baby?”

Atsumu moaned, his body throbbing as Kiyoomi’s straining length pushed down his throat, so hot and heavy. He hollowed his cheeks, trying to take more of him in, suddenly desperate to be full.

“Shit, you’re so hungry for it.” Kiyoomi’s hips thrust forward, making Atsumu choke. But Atsumu didn’t draw back, instead relishing the sting of tears in his eyes and the way his jaw strained. “Do you want me to fuck your throat, baby?”

Atsumu was going to die as he tried to nod his head, his eyes pleading fervently for it.

“Yeah?” Kiyoomi groaned, thrusting again. “God, I want to ruin you.”

Atsumu was already ruined. On his knees and slobbering, and so hard he could burst from it.

Kiyoomi was going to cum down his throat and he needed it with everything within him. He bobbed his head, trying to meet him halfway, drunk on the expletives bursting out of Kiyoomi’s mouth.

“Shit, Atsumu—” Kiyoomi pulled out, panting. “Wait baby, wait.”

“No,” Atsumu gripped his thighs. “Need you to finish. In my mouth.”

Kiyoomi looked wrecked.

Asumu felt gone.

Kiyoomi’s hard cock was placed in his mouth again, and Atsumu was hit by the fact yet again that this was Kiyoomi, the man he’d been fantasised about for so long now, the man he touched himself to on lonely nights, the man who made him cum on camera just to watch the way his face twisted.

And now Atsumu got to see Kiyoomi fall apart.

He didn't realise he was coming too until a hot thrill seized him and his hips jerked, rolling into nothing as he spurted in his pants, and Kiyoomi flooded his mouth.

Atsumu moaned brokenly, overcome by the way his mouth was all too full of Kiyoomi, by the bruising hands in his hair, by Kiyoomi’s raw groans.

He pulled off to breath, his chin glistening with Kiyoomi’s release to gasp in a breath and wipe his face with the back of his hand. “Shit, that was so hot.”

Kiyoomi’s eyes were heavy lidded and hazy. “Come here.”

Atsumu rose on wobbly knees to meet Kiyoomi’s sated kiss. “How do you want me?”

“It’s okay,” Atsumu said, a little embarrassedly, and wrapped his arms around Kiyoomi’s shoulders. “I already finished.”

Kiyoomi’s eyebrows arched.

Blushing, Atsumu kissed him to avoid his eyes.

Kiyoomi met him kiss for kiss, their tongues brushing tentatively until Atsumu’s heart was in pieces. “Lay in bed with me?”

“Okay,” Kiyoomi agreed, brushing a hand through Atsumu’s hair.

Atsumu took his hand in his and led him to his and Osamu’s room.

His bunk bed wasn’t big enough for two athletes, but Atsumu was glad for it, because it meant he and Kiyoomi could lay flushed side to side, faces inches apart to breathe each other in, and wasn’t that what Atsumu really wanted?

To be reduced, to be shattered and remade by Kiyoomi’s hands until nothing else mattered?

“Thank you for coming to see me,” Atsumu whispered as they laid there in his sun soaked bedroom, in his too warm sheets, smelling like sex and Kiyoomi’s spicy cologne.

Atsumu could smell Kiyoomi all over his body.

His heart squeezed at the feeling of being claimed, even when Kiyoomi wasn’t his, and he wasn’t Kiyoomi’s. But he could indulge… he could indulge and then think later.

Kiyoomi’s leg slipped between his. “I wanted to see you, too.”

“Was it like you imagined?” Atsumu asked tentatively.

“Mhm,” Kiyoomi hummed, nuzzling his throat.

Atsumu ran his fingers through soft, silky curls and felt his chest grow heavier. He leaned down to bury his face in Kiyoomi’s hair. “Omi.”

“Atsumu,” Kiyoomi returned softly.

“Would you let me love you?”

He shouldn’t ask, he knew, because Atsumu wouldn’t like the answer. Because they were too complicated and Kiyoomi was hung up over Ushijima and Atsumu over Kita, and yet here they laid in his bed and Atsumu wanted, so viciously, to belong. “Let me love you, Omi.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Kiyoomi said, regretful.

Atsumu clutched him tighter, taking that for the denial it was. “I want you.”

“I’m here,” Kiyoomi reassured, curving over him.

Their lips met, slow and savouring, and Atsumu pretended his eyes weren’t stinging with tears as his arms encircled Kiyoomi and held them chest to chest. “I’d treat you so well,” Atsumu choked out.

“I know baby,” Kiyoomi shushed him, pressing sweet kisses to the corners of his lips. “Let's not think about it right now, okay?”

“Okay,” Atsumu nodded, pulling him down again. “Kiss me more.”

“Come here,” Kiyoomi said, brushing his hair. “I’ve got you.”

Atsumu rolled over him, kissing him breathless and trying to drown himself in it before he drowned inside his own feelings. He had a lot of love to give, Osamu always told him that he’d get himself hurt trying to give it to people who didn’t want it.

But what could Atsumu do? Keeping it inside him would inevitably kill him. It tended to bleed out of him, and he was helpless to stop it.

His hands mapped down Kiyoomi’s lithe body, relishing every inch. “You’re so beautiful, Omi,” he whispered.

“You are too,” Kiyoomi touched his face as Atsumu sank down for another kiss.

“I can’t believe I get to hold you like this.” Atsumu’s whisper was a little broken as he stroked his fingers through Kiyoomi’s hair and pressed kisses over his face. He nuzzled his cheeks, breathing tremulously. “You’re so perfect, Omi.”

“Stop it,” Kiyoomi said, embarrassed.

“No,” Atsumu denied, leaning back to watch him. He ran his fingers down Kiyoomi’s body again. “I’m going to touch you… and kiss you… and take care of you…”

Atsumu’s hand wrapped around Kiyoomi’s throat, though there was no pressure behind the action. “And love you,” he added in a softer whisper. “Even if it hurts me.”

He could feel Kiyoomi’s thick swallow beneath his hand. “You’re crazy.”

Atsumu leaned down to kiss him again. “I’m going to make you fall in love with me,” Atsumu vowed against his lips.

“Atsumu…”

Atsumu seared his taste on Kiyoomi’s lips, leaning down to nuzzle the space behind his ear. “Mine.”

Kiyoomi whimpered.

“Mine, Omi. Say it.”

Kiyoomi swallowed shakily, and then, “Yours.”

“That’s right,” Atsumu agreed, choking on his own breaths. “Mine, Omi. I’m going to make you forget the world.”

“Please,” Kiyoomi pleaded, clutching his shoulders in a bruising grip.

“I’ve got you,” Atsumu reassured, pressing his whole weight down on Kiyoomi until they were suffocating each other, and Kiyoomi was all he could breathe, see and touch. “Look at me baby,” Atsumu touched his cheek. “I’ve got you.”

Kiyoomi nodded rapidly.

“My love,” Atsumu sighed, kissing the sweet breath from Kiyoomi’s lips.

Mine, mine, mine, Atsumu thought fervently, and wished for it to be true.

[ponyolvr]

AWWW

sticky notes   sakusa kiyoomi x reader

―   tags   fem reader,   fluff,   roommates to something close to lovers,   timeskip kiyoomi

―   notes   wc is 1.8k,   i wrote this on a whim so please forgive ooc kiyoomi, also please forgive any grammar mistakes lmao

you and sakusa have been communicating through notes for the past three months.

at first, you had mindlessly written down a few groceries you needed to buy on a sticky note, pasting it onto the fridge so you wouldn’t forget. it included some of the basics: eggs, flour, rice, milk, and other necessities for you and your roommate’s fridge. 

then, the next time you came home, you were greeted by a bright yellow sticky note seated next to your pink one. it said:

protein powder

lettuce

masks (the white ones)

between your full-time job and sakusa’s hectic schedule as a professional volleyball player, the two of you hardly saw each other, if at all. especially with sakusa’s new status on the olympic team. it wasn’t bad, per se, as you’d never been the closest to him — he was closed-off and, frankly, intimidating. it was like the man would go to any lengths to avoid interacting with others. regardless, his small addition to your grocery list had made you laugh. 

you checked off the items he wanted, and the sticky note was gone the next day.

from then, the two of you only ever communicated with each other this way. one of you would write the groceries they needed to get that weekend, and the other would make their additions to the list. it was effective, simple, and considering how the only post-it notes the either of you owned were offensively bright colors, hard to miss. 

after a while, you began adding little comments in addition to the list of items you needed to buy. they were short and sweet, like a thanks! written in the corner of your post-it detailing the items you needed sakusa to buy, or there are leftovers in the fridge after you made too much for dinner. you weren’t expecting sakusa to respond to them, given his stand-offish nature. so, when he did, you were surprised. no; scratch that, you were elated. although his replies weren’t anything extraordinary, just a simple you’re welcome or thank you for the food written in his neat handwriting under your own, it felt like a break in your relationship with sakusa. 

despite knowing him for a while now, the two of you stayed as acquaintances and nothing more. but, you couldn’t deny that you wanted to know more about him. and though unconventional, the sticky notes worked perfectly for this.

writing to each other using post-its became such a habit that sakusa bought a magnetic whiteboard. you were only made aware of it when you walked into the kitchen to see it set up. there was a note already written in black marker on the board, stating that the post-it notes were beginning to be a waste of paper. you made sure to write a large thanks, sakusa! with the same marker, adding a few hearts around it.

(and if sakusa flushed red at the sight of his name with hearts surrounding it, only he would know.) 

whenever your friends came over, they would question the purpose of the whiteboard. you couldn't blame them; it did take up the better half of your fridge's surface. they had a good laugh when you explained the story behind it, but some asked why couldn’t you just text each other?

and, honestly? you didn’t know either.

you knew it would be more efficient if you were to text sakusa instead of patiently waiting for his replies on the dry-erase board every day. but, if you wanted to, you knew you would’ve done it a while ago; before he even had the idea of buying the whiteboard, back when the two of you were conversing through neon sticky notes and wasting an unnecessary amount of paper. 

you surmise it’s because you didn't want to ruin your and sakusa’s relationship — if you could even call it that. texting him would forcefully pull him into your orbit. though you’ve been regularly interacting with him for the past few months, you were aware that you hardly knew anything about the man; small notes and lists only gave you so much information about a person. the whiteboard was a safe in-between — you learn a little more about him and his habits, while not forcing him to interact with you. 

well, you think, he’s not obligated to answer my texts, either. you have his number, and it’s not like you haven’t texted him before. there was only so much you could do when you weren’t home to pick up packages or forget to inform him of a repairman coming over. 

you mull over the decision, a short text already typed into your conversation with sakusa. your finger hovers over the send button, before you furiously spam the delete key and put your phone down. no, nevermind. 

your plan of staying content with your relationship fails miserably.

it’s been a hard few weeks at work, with seemingly endless deadlines you have to meet and an equally endless amount of meetings you’ve had to attend. you feel as if you haven’t had a moment to yourself in forever.

so, when you submit your most recent project to your boss and shut your laptop closed, the first thing on your mind is to go home and rest. your mind is on auto-pilot as you pack your belongings, spitting out no’s to your co-workers' offers to go out drinking. when you’re this tired, the last thing you want to do is wake up with a splitting headache and an awful hangover the next day.

you stumble into your apartment, hastily toeing your heels off. a sigh leaves you, the harsh pressure of the shoe finally being relieved. they’re thrown somewhere in the corner, probably not anywhere close to where they should be, but you’ll deal with that tomorrow. all you want is some sleep. you consider just crashing on the couch and dealing with the consequences tomorrow.

“rough day?” a flat voice asks. you jump at the noise, not expecting anyone to be in your apartment. when you look up, you’re greeted by a tall figure standing in front of you. your eyes take a moment to rack over them, not completely registering that the only other person who has access to your apartment is…

sakusa.

“huh…?” you mutter, blinking a few times to will the tiredness from your eyes. it doesn’t work. sakusa only sighs, stepping from the doorway and further into your home. there’s a look on his face that’s telling you to follow, but when you don’t out of pure shock because he’s here? like, actually here? at home? he rolls his eyes.

“come on,” he says, “there’s food on the stove already.” 

you continue to stay silent, causing sakusa to raise an eyebrow. your face is scrunched up, a hand on the wall next to you to support your weight.

“are you…am i hallucinating…?” you mumble, internally debating if you wanted to pinch yourself to make sure that you’re not dreaming in any way. “i thought you weren’t going to be back for a while?” 

in response to your delirious rambling, sakusa laughs. it’s rather quiet, but you know he does. you hear the rapid exhalation of air accompanied by a deep rumble coming from his chest, and you can see his shoulders shaking. 

he steps closer to you, forcing your bag from your shoulder and practically pulling you with him into your shared living room. you’re tripping over your feet, mind still fuzzy from your tiring day. 

“leave it up to you to not be able to think properly after a long day,” he murmurs, setting your bag down on the couch. in your half-awake daze, you’re unable to form a proper response. “i guess you’re not hungry then.”

“well…” you stammer, still trying to get your bearings. “you’re like, never home, sakusa…so how am i supposed to react when you practically teleport in front of me?” you finish, a yawn escaping you. that makes sakusa laugh again. 

“for your information, i didn’t teleport in front of you,” he replies, “i heard the door open, so i went to greet my roommate. now, go get ready for bed.”

you disregard what he says, opting to groan when he orders you to get ready for bed. it just seems like so much work. you have to take off your makeup, change, brush your teeth, do your skincare…you think you’d rather crash face-first on your couch, like you were planning on doing earlier. you tell him that much.

sakusa rolls his eyes again. he pushes you towardsthe bathroom, telling you to take off your makeup, while he goes to rummage in your room for sleepwear. what? 

you don't have much of a choice, so you follow his directions. beginning with your meticulous skincare routine, you cleanse off your makeup. while you’re drying your face, sakusa knocks on the bathroom door with a fresh pair of pajamas for you to change into. 

once you’ve completed your nightly routine, you wander out of the bathroom to find sakusa sitting on the couch. he seems preoccupied with something on his phone, and you have to admit that the sight of him concentrating is rather charming. 

thankfully, the cold water you’d splashed onto your face woke you up, so you’re more awake than you were when you’d entered. you’re still horribly tired, and you want nothing but to sleep in the comfort of your bed, but you feel bad going straight to bed without even thanking sakusa for taking care of you. the only way the two of you talked for the last few months  was over post-it notes, for god's sake! 

“hey, sakusa?” you call, and his attention snaps from his phone to you. “thanks for uh…taking care of me. sorry about all that, i was really tired. or, er, am really tired.” you awkwardly stutter out. 

he hums in response, standing up from the couch and taking long strides towards you. thanks to his height, he’s face-to-face with you in no time. he’s close — maybe a little too close for someone you think probably doesn't even consider you a friend. that leads you to another realization: for someone that you knew disliked social interaction, he’s also talked to you an awful lot today.

“if you were really thankful, you’d go to bed right now and eat what i made tomorrow. you’re exhausted.” he bluntly replies. you gape at him for a moment, about to reply, but he cuts you off. “i’ll be home more often. volleyball is in the off-season now.” 

you know you should just nod and turn on your heel to go to bed, but there’s a question on the tip of your tongue that slips before you’re able to catch it. 

“so… no more whiteboard notes?” you question. sakusa laughs for a third time that night, and you think you’ve hit the jackpot in your slightly delirious state. 

he shakes his head. “no more whiteboard notes for now.”

you wake up the next morning, and when you enter the kitchen, you see a yellow sticky note pasted onto the whiteboard. on it, it reads: 

we can make these lists together now, so there's no need for either of these.

and, yeah, you think you can get used to that. 

[goxjo]

WARNINGS. some works may contain dark / potentially triggering content. my general dark content tag is #!holic — you may filter it out if that bothers you. don’t forget to read warnings carefully before proceeding! and of course, MDNI

AKI’S NOTE. this year's KT is jjk-centric but with sprinkles of other fandoms! 1st and 3rd fics of the week are drabbles / one-shots, 2nd fic contains multiple characters, 4th fic is gojo <3 a few pieces are in collaboration with @ficsforgaza (**) please check out other writers’ works as well! hope you enjoy my little kink-slash-gojoctober ♡

LINKS. general masterlist ┆ ffg kinktober masterlist

⟢ ┈ ꒰ 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝟏 ꒱

10.01 ┆ WEBCAM ┆ Endo

10.03 ┆ HATE SEX ┆ JJK Men

10.04 ┆ COERCION ┆ Al-haitham

10.05 ┆ SUGAR DADDY ┆ Gojo

⟢ ┈ ꒰ 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝟐 ꒱

10.07 ┆ DUBCON ┆ Childe **

10.09 ┆ SQUIRTING ┆ JJK Men

10.10 ┆ DILDO + FINGERING ┆ Sukuna

10.12 ┆ BONDAGE ┆ Gojo

⟢ ┈ ꒰ 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝟑 ꒱

10.13 ┆ SEX POLLEN ┆ Sakusa

10.15 ┆ PANTIES ┆ JJK Men

10.17 ┆ CORRUPTION + AGE GAP + DILF ┆ Nanami

10.19 ┆ BROTHEL + EXHIBITIONISM ┆ Gojo

⟢ ┈ ꒰ 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝟒 ꒱

10.20 ┆ OMORASHI + CUNNILINGUS ┆ Choso

10.22 ┆ DEGRADATION + HUMILIATION ┆ Haikyuu Men

10.24 ┆ HATE SEX II ┆ Sukuna **

10.26 ┆ ROUGH SEX + MONSTERFUCKING ┆ Gojo

⟢ ┈ ꒰ 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝟓 ꒱

10.28 ┆ CUCKOLDING + DP ┆ Jin + Sukuna

10.29 ┆ KNOTTING ┆ JJK Men

10.30 ┆ CORRUPTION + VIRGINITY LOSS ┆ Bakugo

10.31 ┆ FREE USE ┆ Gojo

pspsps. reblogs and comments are appreciated ♥︎

[kenjisatos]

MSBY BLACK JACKALS READ THIRST TWEETS ! (ATSUMU EDITION)

second part of this series! i love to see more of this team <3

[sakusa version]

this fic features…

haikyuu timeskip!spoilers, highly suggestive content (as the title entails), inappropriate language, atsumu keeps getting violated by his teammates, i headcanon sakusa to be fluent in english (argue with the wall), genre: crack, some of these are actual tweets i found lol.

The videos begins with multiple flash shots of Atsumu screaming, Hinata and Bokuto bursting into laughter, and a clip of the camera zooming in on Sakusa’s disgusted face.

- cut scene -

“Hi, we’re the MSBY Black Jackals, and we’re here with Buzzfeed to read your thirst tweets.” The 4 of them say together.

Hinata drums on his chair, “Miyaaaaa Atsumuuuu edition!”

Atsumu smirks at the camera, “I know you’ve all been waiting for this.”

The cameraman speaks up, “Are you excited?”

Atsumu nods enthusiastically, “Hell yeah! I can take this like a champ, unlike Omi-Omi…”. He side eyes the outside hitter, who, in return, flips off the setter—but the video pixelates it for censorship.

Bokuto snorts, “That’s what she said…”

Atsumu chuckles and claps his hands together. “Let’s get started!”

- cut scene -

The crew tosses a phone to Atsumu. He catches it and clears his throat. “Alright, first one…”

“How can I transform into one of those cameras used for volleyball games? Oh to get that view of Miya Atsumu’s dick all up in front of me when he does his sexy low set.”

Atsumu chuckles, “I can practically see you drooling from here, user.”

Hinata wiggles his eyebrows and pretends to hit a spike, “It is a sexy set, Miya.”

Bokuto fakes an animalistic growling noise, “When you get down low and—“

“Oh please, why are we praising Miya for flashing the camera?” Sakusa cuts in.

Atsumu huffs, “I’m not flashing them on purpose!” He then turns to the camera and winks, “Unless you want me to…”

“Barf.”

“Shut yer trap, Omi-Omi!”

Hinata snickers, “Miya, your accent is slipping in…”

His voice is high pitched and whiny as he replies, “No, it’s n—!”, he clears his throat, his voice now two octaves deeper, “No, it’s not.”

Bokuto chuckles, slapping the setter on the back. Atsumu simply passes the phone to him to read the next tweet.

“Funny how I want to throw hands at Inarizaki Miya Atsumu, but at the same time, I want to throw my panties off for MSBY Miya Atsumu.”

Sakusa laughs, actually laughs, for the first time since they started the shoot. His rowdy companions slowly turn to him, eyes blown wide at the rare sight of their stoic teammate showing an ounce of amusement.

Sakusa’s laugh trails off, “Yeah…you were a piece of shit in high school.”

“No, I wasn’t!”

“Yes, you were. Still are.”

Hinata tries to reassure the blond, “Don’t worry, Miya, I thought you were cool.”

Bokuto quips, “Hinata, I thought you couldn’t tell the difference between him and Osamu.”

Hinata’s eyes widen and Atsumu glares at the orange-head, “Seriously, Shoyo?”

Hinata waves his hands dismissively, “I-I-I…”

Atsumu sighs, “You guys keep distracting me! I’m supposed to be replying to these thirst tweets.”

Bokuto holds a hand to his heart, “We are sorry, your highness.”

Atsumu looks at the camera and smirks, “Keep your panties on, ladies. I like to do it with them on.”

Sakusa stares at Atsumu in disgust, the beginning scene of the video making its’ debut as the cameraman zooms in on Sakusa’s revolted expression.

“How do you do it with it on?” Bokuto thinks out loud.

Hinata responds, “I think he means it’s pulled to the side?”

Bokuto’s mouth turns into an animated ‘o’ shape, “Ohhh, or or or he—“

Their pr manager coughs loudly off screen. Sakusa gives their manager a grateful look, mouthing a ‘thank you’.

The other three pout as their conversation is cut short. Bokuto hands the phone to Hinata; he squints his eyes at the screen as he tries to make out the words. He begins to read:

“Have y’all seen Miya Atsumu? If that dick slap his thigh when he walk, I shall listen when he talk.”

Hinata laughs but continues, “The Twitter user reposted themselves saying ‘Sheesh.’ with 18 fucking android emojis.”

Bokuto leans closer to Hinata, “Ooh! Lemme see, lemme see.”

Atsumu grins smugly with his eyes closed in satisfaction, his hand coming up to run through his platinum hair.

Sakusa speaks up, “Stop posing for the edits.”

Atsumu seems to ignore Sakusa’s comment as he faces the camera. “Well in that case, I guess you’ll all be listening to me.”

Hinata snorts, “Proof?”

Bokuto guffaws while Hinata holds his laughter in behind a cheeky smile.

Atsumu’s cheeks flush red at his words, “I ain’t showing you nothin’!”

Sakusa rolls his eyes, “Trust me, we’ve seen enough in the locker room.”

Bokuto hides behind Atsumu and holds his hands up a certain distance to insinuate the length of Atsumu’s…commodity.

Atsumu continues, practically flirting with the camera, “But trust me y’all, it does, indeed, slap.”

Hinata leans his elbow over Atsumu’s shoulder, “Yeah and so does he!”

The sound effect of a turntable skidding plays.

Atsumu flinches away from Hinata, “WHAT???”

Their pr manager stands up quickly from their seat, a horrified expression on their face; the threat of losing their job rushing in their head.

Bokuto is holding a hand over his mouth, the Buzzfeed crew members are exchanging nervous looks, even Sakusa has his eyes wide open.

Hinata realizes his mistake and freezes for a moment before he’s jumping and scuttling around in a panic.

“I-I-I MEAN HE SLAPS—NO, NOT LIKE SLAPS, LIKE SLAPS LIKE SLANG ‘YEAH THAT SHIT SLAPS’ KIND OF SLAP. NOT PHYSICAL ABUSE SLAP I—”, he exhales sharply, “I’M GONNA STOP TALKING NOW!!”

Sakusa snorts and covers his face with his hands, Bokuto has tears in his eyes from how hard he’s holding in his laughter, the MSBY pr manager sits back down, their pale face slowly regaining its color. Atsumu is left with what can only be described as a sea-sick expression, almost constipated. After a few seconds, he remembers how to speak and says:

“Shoyo…what the fuck.”

“I’M SORRY!”

Sakusa opens his palm up, he’s biting his lip to not let a chuckle escape. “Give me the phone, Hinata.”

Hinata wordlessly hands the phone over as Bokuto giggles and places both his hands on Hinata’s shoulders and jumps in place to brighten up the mood.

Atsumu finally laughs a little, rubbing the back of his neck. “Almost caught myself a scandal there.”

“Wouldn’t be the first,” Sakusa mutters as he scrolls to the next tweet he has to read.

“Miya is so fucking hot, I want that man to turn my legs into jello.”

Atsumu grins, “Well well well—“

Sakusa continues reading the tweet, “I’m talking about Miya Osamu btw, aka the better twin.”

Atsumu opens his eyes, “Huh??”

Sakusa snickers, “Finally a tweet I agree with.”

Bokuto raises his hand to cup around his lips and whispers to Hinata, “Here come the SakuSamu shippers…”

Hinata whispers back, “I thought they were called Omigiris…”

The camera crew turns to a very confused Atsumu, “We thought it would be funny to add an Osamu tweet” one of them says.

Atsumu scowls like a petulant child.

Hinata perks up, “Osamu is pretty sexy, ey? In his Onigiri Miya compression shirt too…”

Bokuto nods in agreement, “And that cap? Smash.”

Atsumu whines, “Guyssss, this is supposed to be about meeee!”

“Womp womp.”

“Omiii :(“

Sakusa gives the phone back to Atsumu, who pouts and sticks his tongue out before he grumbles, “Y’all love to bully me, huh? And here I thought we would have deep team bonding conversations.”

Sakusa quirks an eyebrow up, “…at a thirst tweets shoot?”

“It’s personal and vulnerable,” Hinata replies.

“The only vulnerable thing at risk here is my wellbeing,” Sakusa retorts.

Atsumu sighs as he grabs the phone from Sakusa. “I hope the next tweet makes me feel better…”, he mutters.

“I just know that if Miya Atsumu called me a real good boy, it would awaken something in me.”

Bokuto starts barking at that, “Yeah, it awakens that inner dog in me.”

“We are the Black Jackals.” Sakusa comments, matter-a-factly.

“Are they talking about that time you and Kageyama were at that youth camp?” Hinata asks.

Atsumu nods, “I believe so.”

“Then how do they know you said that…?”

Sakusa responds amusedly, “Knowing Tobio, he probably tweeted about it. That man hates Miya.”

Atsumu defends himself, “Hey now, hate is a strong word. Tobio-kun is just jealous that I’m Shoyo’s setter.”

Bokuto, once again, leans in closer to Hinata to whisper, “Here come the KageHina and AtsuHina shippers…”

Atsumu stares right at the camera with a smoldering expression, “User, you’re being a real good boy…”

Bokuto barks again. The video adds a sound effect that makes it sound like a chorus of Bokutos are barking all around.

Atsumu laughs and passes the phone to Bokuto.

“Someone on here said the English equivalent to Miya Atsumu’s Kansai dialect is a country accent. Well then, call me a cowboy the way I’d be riding that man till the break of dawn. #SaveAHorseRideACowboy”

The video adds a cowboy hat and lasso to Atsumu, who pretends to be on a horse. His voice is much deeper as he says, “Yeehaw~”

“Oooh we have international fans!” Hinata speaks excitedly.

Bokuto’s eyes light up at Hinata’s comment, “Oooh, Omi-kun, say something to them!”

Sakusa squints his eyes and raises an eyebrow, “What do you want me to say?”

Atsumu jumps in, “Tell them I’d be happy to let them have a go at this rodeo ride.” He clicks his tongue with a wink.

Sakusa sighs then looks directly at the camera, and says the following in perfect English: “I hope your taste in men improves from what it is now. My condolences.”

Atsumu smiles, completely oblivious to the insult. “Thanks, Omi-Omi.”

Sakusa smiles, an evil little smile. “My pleasure.”

- cut scene -

Atsumu tosses the phone back to the crew, “And that was it! I thoroughly enjoyed the ego boost, minus the parts when the team bullied me.”

“You were a good sport, Miya.” Hinata tells him.

“Thanks, Shoyo. And you’re a horrible speaker.”

Hinata’s face burns scarlet again at the reminder of his misfortunate wording earlier.

“2 out of 4 completed!”, Bokuto exclaims.

“Yes, we’re so close to being done.” Sakusa says, though he looks way too happy and relieved.

“More coming your way!” Hinata adds.

“Stay tuned~” Atsumu points at the camera.

“We’re the MSBY Black Jackals, goodbye!”

kenjisatos

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[saigethearies]

osamu and you leave your daughter with her uncle atsumu for the weekend. chaos ensues.

___

“i woulda felt better leavin’ her with kita or aran.”

you let out a snort at your husband’s statement. “over your own brother? her blood relative?”

you and osamu were driving to a weekend getaway in the mountains. while the two of you were excited for a break and some quality time, there was no denying that there was some apprehension in the car.

it was the first time you’d be away from your baby daughter. as great as a vacation sounded, it would be a lie to say the two of you weren’t reluctant to go.

in order to ease your nerves, a suitable babysitter was chosen.

only osamu didn’t have a lot of faith in your choice.

“exactly, he’s ma brother, so ‘m the only one who understands just how much of ‘n idiot he truly is.”

“but you saw how happy he was to offer to watch her! atsumu loves being a uncle, he won’t half-ass taking care of her. besides, if he ends up needing help your mom is just a call away.”

“ma’s hostin’ her book club this saturday, she can’t just drop everythin’ if tsumu’s dumbass ends up needin’ help.”

you let out a sigh. “samu, just try and relax. i’m sure everything over on his end is fine.”

____

“COURT BABY! COURT BABY! COURT BABY!”

hinata and bokuto chanted as they watched your daughter crawl across the shiny floor of the msby practice gym.

having grown tired of the play mat and toys her uncle atsumu had laid out for her, the little one decided exploring her surroundings would be far more exciting.

“she’s crawlin’ earlier than most babies would,” atsumu chimed proudly. “must’ve got ma athlete genes.”

sakusa rolled his eyes from behind the fake blonde.

“she’s really going fast! let’s time her to see how quick she can move!” hinata suggested, fascinated by the little human on the ground.

“we’re supposed to be doing passing drills-“

“GREAT IDEA HINATA!” bokuto shouted.

“i give up,” the masked brunette said, moving to sit down on the bleachers since apparently no one was going to actually bother to follow instructions.

atsumu smirked while watching his teammates fawn over his niece. he knew it would be a good idea to just bring her to friday practice. the vibe for fridays was always a little more laid-back, and he knew having a cute little baby around would earn him brownie points with his excitable teammates. who didn’t love babies?

his brown eyes shifted over to sakusa momentarily, who was gazing at his niece with a look of disdain on his face.

okay, maybe he didn’t enjoy kids, but the rest of the team sure did!

“hey hey hey, baby miya! let’s see how quick you can crawl to your uncle tsum-tsum!”

atsumu grinned, moving to kneel on the ground so he can encourage his niece to move towards him. seeing the familiar face of her uncle- who shared a face with her father- had her happily babbling away as she pushed towards him.

“awe, she’s trying to talk!” hinata cooed, lip wobbling as he watched the precious exchange.

“alright, everyone,” a voice boomed. everyone turned to see a muscular figure with a head of spiky black hair enter the gymnasium.

“your coach asked me to come over to ensure you boys were actually practicing,” iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer stated. “i have some specific stamina exercises i want everyone to participate in. we’re gonna start by-“

movement in the lower peripheral of iwa’s vision caught his attention and the former ace found his gaze turning toward the floor.

“…why the hell is there a baby here?”

“don’t fuckin’ curse in front’a ma niece!”

“you just- nevermind,” iwa grunted, trying to be as patient as possible considering there was a literal infant present.

slotting his clipboard into the junction of his shoulder, the athletic trainer bent down to gently pick up your daughter. balancing her on his hip as if he’d done it a million times before, he turned back to the team.

“alright, jumping jacks and high knees, i want those heart rates getting up!”

before atsumu could open his mouth, iwa shot him a pointed look.

“i’ll hold your niece, miya, now get moving.”

the squeaking of shoes against the linoleum floor began to sound off. after ensuring everyone was properly following his instructions, he turned to the baby in his hold.

everyone knew iwaizumi was tough, but few knew how much of a complete softie he could be at times. giving your daughter a small smile, he lifted his hands to wave his fingers at her, to which she smiled back and tried to mimic his movements.

he let out a light laugh. “motor skills coming along there, i see-“

“iwaaaaa-chaaannnnn,” a voice sounded off from behind him.

iwaizumi froze. that voice, that stupid nickname, he knew it from anywhere. he began to turn his head to look behind him, gradually as if he was moving in slow-motion.

there was no way…

“guess who flew all the way from argentina to surprise you with his presence,” oikawa boasted as he stepped into the room. “that’s right, me-“

the seijoh grad fell silent as his chocolate colored eyes fell on the small human in his best friend’s hold.

oikawa blinked once. twice. three times. then-

“since when did you have a kid?”

“tooru, this isn’t-“

“how could you keep this from me?”

“will you please just-“

“a whole child? when?”

“shittykawa just shut up-“

“STOP CURSIN’ IN FRONT’A HER!”

“-and listen to me for a second!”

oikawa finally stopped his tirade, moving towards iwaizumi to study the baby in his arms. he bent down to be eye level with her, the both of them staring at each other curiously.

the brunette hummed to himself, reaching a finger out to poke your daughter’s cheek. “she doesn’t look like you.”

“wow, what an observation, it’s almost like she’s not my kid.”

“then who’s is she-“

“she’s my niece,” atsumu growled out, pushing oikawa away from the baby he was prodding at. he fixed the other man with a glare, well aware of who he was and what position he also played. the fact that this potential rival thought he could casually touch his flesh and blood had the fake blonde heated. “i’m takin’ care’a her for the weekend, which means i ain’t letting no lesser setter lay’a hand on her.”

“lesser setter?”

“oh boy,” iwa said, moving away from the two ego-fueled players. he could tell they were about to scuffle and he couldn’t let a baby be anywhere near that.

placing your little girl safely to the side, iwa crouched in front of her, sounds of “never saw ya at spring nationals” and “let’s see what your stats are, huh?” airing in the background.

“you stay right here, i’m gonna go get them to knock it off.”

standing a few meters away from all the chaos, sakusa watched as iwaizumi tried to wrench the two setters apart. sighing, he shifted his gaze to your daughter sitting unattended on the ground, babbling at nothing in particular.

sakusa grimaced. he really didn’t like babies. they were so…germy. and gross. but, he supposed the babies themselves couldn’t really help that fact. it wasn’t their fault they were so little and had such new immune systems.

a shadow then loomed over your daughter, bokuto and hinata standing over her. now that iwaizumi was too distracted to lead them in workouts, the two’s attention was back on the infant.

“i know!” bokuto exclaimed. “let’s do passing drills with baby miya! we can pass her back and forth to each other!”

“she’ll feel like she’s flying! like she’s a little crow!”

“or an owl!”

“you two will be doing absolutely no such thing with this child,” sakusa interjected, scooping your daughter up and going to sit down on the bench with her.

“but ki-“

“no.”

he wasn’t a fan of babies, but considering your daughter’s uncle was currently holding oikawa in a headlock, sakusa figured he could keep an eye on her for just a few minutes. it wouldn’t be too much longer before iwa finally decided he’d had enough and smacked the shit out of both of them.

hearing a little gurgle from below him, the brunette cast his eyes downwards. your daughter’s sight was transfixed on him, a smile coming onto her face when she saw she had the spiker’s attention.

from behind his mask, sakusa felt the corners of his lips twitch upwards.

okay, maybe babies were a little cute.

[hehehe-smut]

HNNNNNNNG GOD I NEED SOFT IN MY LIFEEEEEE

you know you make my cold heart warm with a touch ; kiyoomi sakusa.

pairing kiyoomi sakusa x f!reader word count 7.1k synopsis how else can kiyoomi show you how close to his heart he keeps you than by fucking into you so deep, you’re pretty sure you can feel him reaching for yours? content contains hurt/comfort, past abusive/toxic relationship (not with any canon characters), clingy & crybaby reader, vaginal fingering, creampie, lots of love declarations, size difference, belly bulge, soft!sakusa <3

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match my freak

Atsumu Miya x reader | smut

Warnings: smut. this got filthy, be warned. porn with a plot. dirty talk. some light bondage. bdsm. spanking. strong and explicit language. mdni! nsfw under the cut

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@ anni says: I have nothing to say on my defense.

It was all fun and games, until the cards were out,

and you don't really know how things escalated so quickly

One moment, you were all just playing truth or dare — after being invited to a gathering with MSBY guys and some other people. Being friends with Bokuto from high school and moving to the same city as him after a job proposal made you eventually got closer

The next moment, you're exchanging kinks with Bokuto's hot friend, all because you picked “truth” one time after being tired of drinking shots and calling strangers as a dare

“A— wha— no way you're into this— you—”

Bokuto stares you with incredulous eyes, speachless , and you realize he didn't know this side of you.

The other hot friend, Sakusa you think, scoffs, diverting his eyes, trying to sound unamused, but failing to hide the soft red tint on his cheeks

“Disgusting—” he said

While the bright friend, Hinata if you recall, gasps in a similar way as Bokuto, completely red

Atsumu looks at you with predator eyes and a wicked smile

“I like yer friend, Bokkun…”

He stated with a hint of intensity in his voice, a timbre that traveled electric straight through your spine, pooling in your lower belly

You take the can of beer, gulping a big sip to try and release some of the tension on your body

“’m not drunk enough to keep this conversation going”

You murmur, avoiding Atsumu's gaze, but there is a heat rising to your cheeks that betrays your feigned disinterest.

The room fills with laughter, easing the electricity in the air, but you can't shake off Atsumu's intense stare.

Sakusa, surprisingly curious, mend his observation

“But how public are we talking about here? I understand the thrill aspect, but wouldn't that be… Unhygienic…?”

You narrow your eyes, feeling the uneasiness on Sakusa’s tone

“I mean… isn't sex supposed to be… filthy”

In unison, Sakusa frowned, Bokuto gasped, Hinata's eyes widened and Atsumu cracked a laugh,

by the thick of it, they had this conversation before

“Can't believe ya hid this girl from me all this time, Bokkuunn!”

Hinata, looking away, muttered “you're insane…” under his breath

Atsumu raised an eyebrow, his smirk not wavering

“Insane?” he retorted, a hint of amusement in his voice “or you're just vanilla”

Sakusa rolled his eyes

“Not this again”

You chuckle at their bickering, your suspicions of them already having that conversation before proving right

"Oh? Again?" — you ask curious to know, but also diverting the attention from yourself

Bokuto, finally snapping out of his surprised state, let out a laugh, joining the conversation,

"Well, let's just say we've had quite a few discussions about the topic"

Atsumu grins wider, not missing a beat

"Mostly me and Bokkun having fun and Omi being the prude he is”

Sakusa rolls his eyes yet again, but he doesn't deny it

"Just because I have some level of self-respect and don't relish in unsanitary activities doesn't make me a prude" he huffed

Hinata, looking a bit more composed but still embarrassed, pipes in

"I mean, I understand the appeal, but I'm with Sakusa on this one...”

Atsumu, feigning hurt, clutched his chest dramatically

"You're all crushing my soul here" he exclaimed

Sakusa rolled his eyes once more

"The world will mourn the loss, I'm sure" he retorted sarcastically

Not missing a beat too, I barge in their bickering

"I feel you're being too judgemental here..." — I say, subtly siding with Atsumu on the matter

Atsumu grins, catching the subtle support

"See? She gets it," he says, winking at you

Sakusa narrows his eyes, not buying into your facade

"Or she's just as insane as you are" he retorts dryly

"See? Unfair judgement" — you say playfully, somehow enjoying to poke fun in Bokuto's uptight friend

Bokuto laughs aloud at your retort, clearly enjoying the banter, and Hinata couldn't help but crack a smile too

Atsumu leans back, a sly grin on his face as he speaks energically

"Finally, someone who isn't a stick in the mud" he says, glancing at Sakusa

Sakusa rolls his eyes once again, apparently used to the banter by now.

Atsumu turns to you now, a glint of interest in his eye, a spark of mischief

"So... what else do you like?...”

I raise my eyebrow, sighing when I feel the attention coming back to me

"That's a loaded question—”

Atsumu leans in, propping up his elbow on the table, his gaze fixated on you with a playful glint

"Well, it's not like we're asking you to reveal state secrets" he replies, a smirk still present on his handsome features

Sakusa, ever the skeptic, speaks up

"Yeah, but I'm not sure I want to know the answer to that" he says curtly

You start saying, trying to use Sakusa's words to deflect the attention,

"See? Nobody wanna know about—"

“You look like you're into pain… Pain or pleasure?… or both?” — Atsumu interrupts me, and I wince internally

You let out a quiet chuckle, shaking your head, knowing Atsumu's words are like a trap. A trap you're more than willing to fall for

"They're the same…" You say smugly

Atsumu's smirk widens when he heard your reply, his eyes glinting with amusement and challenge

"Exactly my thoughts" he says, his voice a low growl

Sakusa, who'd been quiet, sighs

"Of course you two would get along in the insanity department" he mutters

Atsumu ignores Sakusa's remark, and leans a bit closer, a sly grin on his face

"You like to be in control... or you like to be controlled?...”

You narrow your eyes at how delicious that question sounded

"Both. And why not fight for control?"

Atsumu looks pleased, like he found someone who actually meets his level

"Now we're getting somewhere" he says with a smirk

Sakusa rolls his eyes, but there's a hint of curiosity in his gaze

Hinata, red as the cherry, glances away and Bokuto's eyes light up like he's just figured something out

Atsumu's smirk grows darker, his eyes fixed on yours as he continues

"You like it rough, don't you...?” he mutters, his voice lowering an octave

You raise one eyebrow at him, and your gaze slowly falls down on his hand as he holds his beer... strong big sharp setter hands that would look so goddamn delicious around your neck... or pinning your hands on your back while railing you from behind... or spanking your ass while you lay on his lap... or gripping your hair and yanking your head back...

But you don't comment on any of it, just smiling softly and looking at his eyes again, saying a quick

"I do"

Atsumu's eyes darken at your look, sensing the lust behind it

Sakusa, noticing the tension, clears his throat and mutters

"I'm sure we've established that already, no need to elaborate further—”

"Rough... you say...?" he blatantly ignores Sakusa, and repeats with a dangerous smirk, like he's imagining all the ways he could make good on his thought

Hinata seems to have turned tomato red, while even Bokuto looks slightly flushed

"Rough."

You repeat the word, emphasizing even more, not daring to break the eye contact

Atsumu's smirk grows even wider, a spark of challenge and excitement in his eyes

Bokuto mumbles something under his breath that sounds like "jesus christ"

Hinata just sits there, blushing furiously

Sakusa, being the voice of reason, tries to cut in

"You two are downright filthy" he mutters, rolling his eyes

You raise your eyebrow at Sakusa, poor boy meeting you today and probably already with a terrible image. But you say to him either way

"Are we that filthy or you're all just boring"

Sakusa, taken aback by your response, frowns as if offended

"Boring? I prefer the term... clean" he retorts

Hinata, trying to lighten the mood, lets out a nervous laugh

"Yeah...we're just... normal-"

Bokuto, suddenly joining the conversation again, chimes in

"No, no, no, speak for yourself! I'm definitely not that boring!”

You frown, a hint of confusion in your face, and a lot of playfulness, finding curious the word Sakusa used

"How can someone be... clean... while actively exchanging bodily fluids with someone?"

Hinata looks like he's about to combust from embarrassment, while Bokuto gapes

Atsumu, looking absolutely smug, let's out a bark of laugh

"That's what I've been sayin' all this time!" he exclaims, looking at you with approval

Sakusa, ever the skeptic, crosses his arms, a frown on his face

"And you seem so proud of it..." he mutters, his tone filled with subtle judgement

Atsumu grins, unfazed by Sakusa's disapproval

"Absolutely!" he exclaimed, leaning back on his chair with a air of confidence

Bokuto, still trying to wrap his head around the statement, chimes in

"Wait, are you saying... you like being... messy?”

You tilt your head

“It's sex! It's supposed to be messy!”

Sakusa's frown deepens, but there's a hint of a flush on his cheeks, while Atsumu laughs aloud

"Preach, baby!" he says loudly, clearly enjoying himself

Bokuto, still trying to process the conversation, mutters something he heard from Sakusa

"But...but cleanliness is important..."

Hinata agrees, nodding eagerly

Sakusa glares at you, as if trying to scold you mentally

You squint your eyes, trying to process his words

"Define cleanliness... in that context"

Bokuto hesitates, not quite sure how to explain and Hinata looks equally perplexed

Sakusa, being the most composed, replies with a frown

"Hygiene... not exchanging... excessive bodily fluids..." he mutters

Atsumu rolls his eyes playfully

"Boring." he adds, a hint of judgment in his tone

You gasp dramatically, smiling playful. Of course in your head you immediately think of all of the subversive disgusting things you might like… But you try to act composed to make your point

“Not exchanging bodily fluids in an act that consists mostly of bodily fluids exchange?!?!”

Bokuto, Hinata, and Sakusa look slightly taken aback by your reaction, while Atsumu laughs aloud at your performance, clearly enjoying the whole situation

"Exactly! It's like trying to enjoy a soup without slurping it, it's— it's just wrong!" he exclaims dramatically, with the same tone as you

You crack a laugh at his analogy, loving how he picked your cue and mirrored your tone with the same feigning drama. You back him up again

"Exactly! It's like trying to eat a sandwich with a fork"

Atsumu grins, enjoying the banter

"Or trying to enjoy a pizza without getting your hands greasy!" he adds, playing along

Bokuto laughs at the metaphor, while Hinata looks like he's trying his best to appear unfazed. Sakusa rolls his eyes again but can't hide the small smile tugging on the corners of his lips

Bokuto jumps back into the conversation, his innocent eyes now filled with curiosity

"So... just to clarify... you like it messy, right?" he asks, trying to grasp the conversation

Hinata looks flushed and uncomfortable, unsure of where this conversation is going. Atsumu grins at the question, looking at you for your response

"Ok, disregarding of what I like or dislike... the thing itself IS messy" You say, trying to divert a little, but also keeping the discussion going, exposing your true opinion

Bokuto seems to contemplate your response, but still looks somewhat baffled. Hinata is silently blushing, looking like he's trying hard to act unfazed, though failing

Sakusa, again being the voice of reason, points out

"But... there are ways to minimize the mess...”

You narrow your eyes, unable to process his point of view

"But why would you even minimize the byproduct of the pleasure?"

"Well...to maintain some level of dignity and propriety in the act...not everything has to be so... wild...” — Sakusa retorts, seeming slightly flustered by your bluntness

You gasp again, unable to follow his train of though, once your own point of view is the opposite

"Noooo! You're ruining it! It's supposed to be wild and animalistic"

Sakusa rolls his eyes, clearly not understanding your way of thinking

Atsumu, loving every second of this interaction, laughs aloud

"Exactly! That's why I like her! Can we keep her?" he exclaims, grinning at you approvingly

Hinata, still pink, mutters

“I...I think I'm gonna need another drink..."

Sakusa scoffs, but his annoyance is clearly fading away

Atsumu grins, leaning in with a playful glint in his eyes

"Can we keep you, though?" he asks, a hint of genuine interest behind his jest

"Keep me? I feel like a stray cat now”

"Yeah, a stray cat sounds about right... wild, a bit naughty, and craving attention...”

"You're gonna keep me and what? Put me on a leash?”

Atsumu grins wider, the image clearly appealing to him

"Well, depends on how obedient you are... a leash might be necessary" he retorts sarcastically

"Might be, huh? And what else? A collar with your name on it?"

Atsumu's eyes light up with excitement at the imagery

Bokuto, laughing, comments

"Yeah, like a brand of ownership"

Hinata is looking slightly flustered by the conversation

Sakusa, ever the skeptical one, mutters

"You're both unhinged...”

Atsumu grins at Sakusa's comment, clearly unbothentered by his disapproval

Bokuto, still amused, chimes in

"Come on, Sakusa, don't knock it till you try it"

Hinata, red as a tomato, tries to change the subject

"Guys, shouldn't we talk about something else?”

You all ended up changing the subject much to Hinata's innocent mind, but Atsumu switches places to sit beside you, placing a hand on your thigh under the table the whole time.

The conversation continues more lightly, but Atsumu occasionally sneaks glances your way, his hand remaining on your thigh, occasionally giving it a gentle squeeze, subtle, possessive, promising…

Sakusa, sitting across from you, notices Atsumu's gesture, but pretends to ignore it

---

After a while chatting and drinking some more, you claim you need to go home, having to finish some work stuff tomorrow morning.

Atsumu put up a little fight, but offers you a ride home in the end, and you agree.

Once you've excused yourself, bidding everyone goodbye, and agreed to Atsumu's offer of a ride home, he pulls you towards his room, making sure no one notices your departure.

You gasp silently, whispering with a feigning outrage

"What are y-- Miya!"

Once you're inside, he closes the door behind him, pressing you against the wall, his body trapping you between the hard surface and himself

Atsumu grins at your gasp, clearly enjoying having you trapped against the wall. He leans in close, his lips hovering just above your ear as he whispers back

"It's Atsumu, say it again" he commands, his voice low and sultry, with an undertone of possessiveness

You narrow your eyes with his demand, his voice traveling straight down your body in an electric shock, making you comply

"Atsumu..."

You say, whispering softly his name. Atsumu grins, his eyes darkening with desire at the way his name rolls off your tongue

He leans even closer, his body pressing against yours, his breath ghosting over your skin as he talks into your ear

"Again. Louder" he whispers, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear

You let out a dirty chuckle, opening up a mischievous smile

"If your want me to scream your name you're gonna have to work for it, Miya"

Atsumu's eyes glint with excitement at your challenge, his competitive nature sparking. He grins back at you, equally cunning

"Oh, is that a challenge, kitty?" he asks, his hands resting on your hips, his grip tightening He leans in further, his lips now so close to your ear that they're practically touching it

"Trust me, I'm more than willing to put in the work" he whispers, his tone sultry and commanding

His hands slide up your sides, smoothly taking your arms and pinning against the door, intertwining your fingers

You raise your eyebrows, your eyes fluttering with both his voice and his breath in your ear, his tone entering your brain and delving inside your sinapses, making you almost melt

But yet, you smile equally smug, arching your back a little, the restrained arms making your head dizzy, and you just lift one of your thigh to his waist, hooking around him to bring him closer, pressing his hips against yours

"God, you're intense..."

You whisper, realizing you're about to fuck a guy you met today and probably you would totally do insane shit voluntarily if he asked you

He held your brain captive already, and you have no idea when that happened

Atsumu's eyes widen a fraction at your unexpected move, his body responding immediately to the contact of your thigh wrapping around his waist, pulling him flush against you, your pelvis meeting his hips in a provocative embrace

He lets out a low, guttural whine, his grip on your wrists tightening slightly as he tries to regain his composure

"And you're a goddamn tease," he retorts through gritted teeth, his breath hot and ragged against your skin

His brain turned to mush at your every move

Something happened outside, on that dirty little drunk chat between friends, that put both of you under each other's spell way before any physical touch happens

Atsumu's body is now flush against yours, his hips pressing into your spread thighs in a possessive manner, the outline of his hard cock making wonders to your brain, as your skirt rides up violently, the heat between you palpable

He takes a moment to regain control of himself, his breath is coming in uneven gasps, his eyes fixated on you with a mixture of desire and determination

"You really know how to push my buttons, don't you?" he says, his voice gruff and deep, his hand release your hands and slides down trying quickly unbutton your shirt

“Shut up and fuck me” — you say as breathless as he is right now, and you swear you could feel his dick twitch in his pants between your legs

You arch your back further against the door aiming to feel the delicious friction of his clothed erection against, letting out a muffled moan

Now with free hands, you take advantage to slide them down and starts unzipping his pants

Atsumu hisses at your touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he focuses on the feeling of your hand working on his zipper

He fumbles with the buttons of your shirt, his fingers trembling slightly with anticipation as he exposes more of your skin with each one

Atsumu takes a moment to take in the sight of your exposed skin, his eyes hungrily roaming over your body as he lets out a ragged breath

He advanced like a starved man, his hand cupping your breast over the black lacy bra, squeezing it like his hand was made for the curves of your body, making you envy every volleyball he ever touched

At the same time, he lean in, biting the side of your neck on the conjuction of your shoulder, your neck and your jaw, making you wince and moan languidly, as you whisper his name again

“Atsumu… Fuck…”

Your hands are already slipping inside the open zipper of his pants, enveloping his hard warm cock over the thin fabric of his boxers, sliding down on his shaft while he growl on your neck, drooling and bucking his hip against your hand

In a quick motion, his hands travel down the back of your knee, lifting you and making you hook your legs around his waist while he presses you against the door, making your skirt pool in your waist, exposing the sight of your black lacy panties

He advanced further, one arm holding your waist, the other hand threading and gripping your hair in the back of your head, angling your head to push his tongue mercilessly inside your mouth

And you take it like it's the most sweet treat you've ever tasted, sucking his wet tongue while feeling the faint taste of whisky almost vanishing. You pushing your tongue back in, and hear his groans inside your mouth, lapping on it and swallowing his pretty sounds

The way you match his energy serves only to obliterate all of his walls and restraints, and before he even realize himself, his hand slid down from your hair to wrap around your throat, squeezing — gently at first — to part the kiss and look you in the eye, an evil wolfish grin, but honey dripping eyes

“Such a fucking whore”

“If I'm a whore, what are you—”

With your retort, he groaned and squeezed further your throat without thinking twice, making you lose your breath for a sweet instant and let out a hitched moan

Your reaction made him grin, and in the back of his mind, a random thought of having you like this everyday made his cock twitch again

“Squeeze my neck like that one more time and I'll meet you at the altar”

You said, interrupting his train of thought, and even in your own heads you were thinking similar

In another swift motion, he carried you to his bed, throwing you softly in the soft mattress before standing up to grab the hem of his shirt, taking it off, giving you a spectacle

“Fuck…” You mumble under your breath, watching the carved details of his ripped muscles while he fumble with his pants

“Like what you see, kitty?”

He asks cockily, his voice deep and low

“Fucking godlike—”

He grins, groaning, his head rolling back with the praise hitting all the right spots in his brain, and, for a moment, your mouth waters, looking at the view of his soft neck from below

“Flattery will get you everywhere you want, babygirl” he purrs so deliciously, standing almost naked, the outline of his strained cock inside his boxers flirting with you

On instinct, you get up, kneeling on the bed, pulling him by the neck, biting his bottom lip and kissing him again, slowly stepping back making room for him, as he kneels on the bed

When you feel he's fully on the bed, you place your hands flat on his chest, pushing him to lay down, and he complies easily

“Then let me go for a ride, baby” you whisper

He growls as he lays on his back, with a smile that make your heart skip a beat as you hop on top of him, straddling his waist, and his hand instantly hook on your skirt to zip and finish taking it off, while you take off the open shirt

“I'll wife you up in no time if you keep that up”

You chuckle as you sink down on his lap, feeling his clothed cock deliciously settle in contact with your wet clothed pussy, probably staining his boxers as you shamelessly grind against him, his fingers gripping your thigh with bruising touch and his mouth letting out the most delicious moans, thrusting his hips up

He reaches down, unable to hold the impulse to feel your insides, and lower the hem of his boxers, exposing his cock and thrusting up against you

You moan, and his hands travels upwards to cup your breasts again, pulling your bra down to expose it all for him, supple flesh escaping his fingers as you moan again

He props his body upwards to capture them, one breast in his mouth as he sucks the sensitive hard nipple like a hungry man, while the other stays in his strong hand like he owns it, playing and squeezing

He ends his ministrations with his mouth tracing a path up, marking in purple a line from your breasts to your collarbone as you moan like a slut

You push him down again with one hand on his chest, as the other hand goes to his cock, feeling the smooth warm skin, pushing your panties to the side, lining him to your soaking wet cunt, feeling your own hand getting coated in your slick

Looking him in the eye, you start sinking your weight down as he deliciously stretches you, and he tries, he swear he tries to keep the eye contact, but the overwhelming embrace of your creamy walls were driving him wild, and his eyes rolls back instantly

“F… Fuck, baby… th-that’s some unfair pussy y’ have—”

You chuckle dirtily, feeling flattered in a twisted way, as your head leans back and your own body begs for you to move. Pressing your hands on his stomach to support your weight, you start riding, slowly at first, but picking a faster pace as you yearn for more

You moan in sync, and the view he have from you, bouncing on his cock, your boobs slipping off your bra, your blissful face with your head thrown backwards, your neck and collarbone with his marks… He almost cum on spot

He violently fists the sheets, arching his back, his knuckles white with the strength. You're riding him for minutes and he's already almost there.

But he can't, he refuses, he won't give in this early.

In a quick and aggressive move, he uses the mattress to stabilize himself, streightening his upper body, abruptly gripping your waist to make you stop moving

“Yer pussy is fucking pulsing, are you that desperate for me, baby?” he whisper close to your mouth, You moan softly, feeling him throb inside you

“Why stop? Can't handle it, love?”

You provoke, smirking, knowing exactly why he stopped, and he bite, giving one hard slap on the side of your ass, making you wince and moan

“I'm gonna handle you alright, babe…” he growls, while locking both of your arms behind your back in a tight grip, holding with only one hand, a grip I know will leave bruises

And just like that, I'm on his mercy even on top of him

He bend his knees, his free arm reaching back, positioning himself better to fully thrust up, while still restraining my arms

That's the hottest shit you've ever seen, you think to yourself

Sitting knees bent, cock buried inside you, he growls thrusting up with primal force, hitting places you may not even know existed so far

Your face contorts in pleasure, eyes rolling back, as the knot in your belly gets impossibly stronger by the second, and you're certain there's drool in the corner of your mouth

You moan loudly like a cat in heat, his name eventually escaping your lips

“Ah— ‘tsumuu… F— fuck”

“Where's that… ah— filthy sassy mouth of yours, huh?”

His tone only serves to make you clench stronger around him, fueling both his moans and his words

“Fuck, your pussy— ‘s trying to kill me”

“I'm— ah— fuckk don'tstop” You say loudly between whines

And just like that, he grips both the sheets and your arms even more strongly, gaining some leverage to fuck you harder, deeper.

That makes impossible to hold back, and without warning, the huge wave of pleasure drown you, making you pulse around his cock, cumming violently in a shock

He hisses, watching you come undone on top of him, your blissful face contorted in pleasure as he thrust a little more to prolong your pleasure, and he groans with your cunt constricting around him

“So fucking hot and for what—”

He say as you collapse your head on his shoulder, the muscles of your leg twitching

“On fours for me, babygirl. I'm not done with ya”

“I'd ask my money back if you were” you say back, still panting, still nuzzling in his neck, and he snorts

“Your mouth will be your demise—”

“…and I haven't even sucked your cock yet”

“’m gonna fucking tie you up, you minx”

You bite your lip, parting from his neck to leave his lap, eyeing him with a playful look on your face, ready for another orgasm

“Tie me up and use me”

He swear he almost came just hearing you say this with that playful face of yours, it could make men go to war. He had no doubt now that he had to do it.

“Turn around” he ordered while reaching a tie in his bedstand, and you comply eagerly.

He ties your arm on your back while peppering soft open mouthed kisses on your shoulder, and suddenly you're sure you're a goner

In contrast, when he's done with the knot, he pushes you so violently against the mattress, hitting a hard slap on your ass, and you moan like a whore, making him grin dirtily

“God, you really like this…” he says while pumping his cock a couple of times with one hand, grabbing your ass with the other

“And you're having a field day…” you say, your voice weak and strained

He starts slowly pushing himself inside you again, gripping your ass bruisingly with one hand, saying hoarsely

“Can you blame me?”

Just like that, he grip the arms tied on your back, pushing you back on his dick, making you arch and almost scream

“H—Holy shh— ‘tsumu”

And he was, indeed, having a field day, pushing his red angry cock inside you roughly, mercilessly, and out again, and in, and out— your brain turning to dust with his strength

The noise of skin slapping against each other, you're high pitched moans, his strong slaps on your ass and his moans and groans fill the room

After several minutes of his insatiable pace, he feels you're moaning louder, clenching tighter, and he leans down, his hand sliding from your ass to thread on your hair and tilt your head

“You close, baby? Give me one— one more… milk me dry, baby— ah… I can't cum without feel you one more time—”

Despite the strength and the roughness he's railing you, the delicious plead for your cum makes your head dizzy, and your body involuntarily answers him

You moan, your second orgasm hitting forcefully, his name leaving your mouth like a prayer as he straighten his body to lean his head back and just feel the blissfully experience of you coming again, groaning and closing his eyes like he's reaching nirvana

“Fuck—”

He say, feeling your walls constricting around his extra sensitive cock, and he hammers you again and again, seeking his own release

And it doesn't take long, with a guttural groan, he spills inside you as your legs shake desesperately, and you exchange seconds of synchronized bliss

Waves of pleasure still travel Atsumu's body when he reaches down, pulling the knot of the tie to release your arm

He collapses beside you on the bed, panting, breath hitching, sweating and groaning

“You… Where have you been all my life…”

You chuckle, turning to face him and dragging your body close to his, nuzzling in his chest while your muscles still shake

He receives openly, sliding his hand down your arm, taking your wrist to see his marks

“Did I hurt you too much?”

He asks softly, sounding almost apologetic, but you give him no time to feel guilty, smiling to whisper unabashedly

“No. You should try harder next time…”

He groans again, feeling his competitive fire lightening up all over again inside him, as he rolls on top of you

“You're terrible for my health, kitty” he purrs, kissing down your jaw, reaching your neck, and you can't help but let out a chuckled moan

“You can't be for real— you're getting hard again?”

He grins flicking his tongue to taste the skin on your neck while his knee open your thighs, with a dexterity of one who knows exactly what he's doing, and this time, as you feel his hardening cock poking your inner thigh, it's your time to say

“Where have you been all my life?”

---

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Hinata, Sakusa and Bokuto look at each other with widened eyes

“Bokuto, it's your fault” Sakusa say as another slap and another moan come in sync from Atsumu's room

“H-How is this even— I had no idea!” Bokuto tries to defend himself, and wince as he hears Atsumu loud growl

Hinata is speechless, red as a tomato, groaning softly and closing his eyes with his palms, trying to forget whatever he listened just now

[eggyrocks]

THE MANEATER CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: detonate

masterlist

divider credits to roseraris

extras!

velvet bar mention = tonics mentioned!

bad girls club gc does not have a small apartment but they don't have huge one

it's very crowded

mattsun packed his joints and is waiting on everyone to get drunk enough to ask if he can smoke them

sakusa knows what he's up to tho he's waiting in the wings to knock that shit out of his hands he does NOT want his furniture smelling like weed

noya had like three shots and then immediately started going through the fridge

yn hasn't had much to drunk less than a usual night at the maneater

yn didn't lie exactly to semi or osamu but they were both kind of under the impression that she was interested in the both of them a bit more than she actually is

the talked to each other for like five minutes before they realized that she was talking to both of them

she lost the top two on her roster </3 rip queen

which her roster activity was kind of dormant while she was talking to iwa but once she slapped him she immediately started that shit up again right where she left off

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