#so i pick komori motoya

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He doesn’t feel right. He shouldn’t be doing this.

Kiyoomi isn’t exactly the best with the relationship thing; be it friends, or family, or intimate, he’s left a lot of that to Motoya- the “nice” one.

It never really bothered him that Motoya was considered ‘nicer’ than him, Kiyoomi knew his heart’s reasonings for picking and choosing who and what to have empathy and respect for; just because Komori had less of a sense for it, doesn’t mean he’s ‘nicer.’

And then you crashed into Sakusa Kiyoomi’s life.

With no remorse or sympathy, you strut your way into Kiyoomi’s life like you owned the rental space in his heart and mind, like you were meant to be there all along, and despite never, ever having been in genuine love before, your presence felt natural to the unnatural and unpredictable world.

And he feels absolutely terrible he probably demolished that.

More so because you deserve better; he doesn’t feel sorry for himself that he probably lost the best thing that ever happened to him. You don’t deserve his malice, and tonight, that’s all he subjected you to.

So, against all his logic and his mind begging him to stay and let you have your space, his heart refuses. It yearns for you, it craves you, wants to know you’re okay and that he supports you if you’ve fallen out of love with him.

Because sure, kiyoomi hates sleeping on couches. But he hates sleeping without you more.

Shambling into the living room- only stubbing his toe once or twice, impressive even to him- he manages to make his way to your quivering frame, and he swallows thickly at the distraught mess he’s made you.

“Hey,” kiyoomi sighs, watching with a wince as you scrub your eyes. They’re so swollen, and they leave tears along your fingers, but he says nothing about it, not wanting you to feel worse.

“I’m sorry!” You choke. “Did I wake you? I should’ve been quiet. You need your sleep, you have to-“

“Stop,” he croaks, the lump in his throat bubbling up. “Don’t apologize.” He’s the one that kicked you out of your own bedroom, and you’re standing there, apologizing to him?

He’s amazed you haven’t left him yet.

If he were you, he would’ve. This would be the final straw, the end all of your relationship. He’d pack up all his shit, throw it in a suitcase and absolutely book it out of the house. He’d slash a hole in three of your tires, because all four means you don’t have to pay for them, so three is for the best revenge, and he’d go fuck your cousin who’s so much nicer than you could ever be, and-

“Kiyoomi?”

“Three,” he says suddenly, cheeks flushing hot when he realizes you have no clue what he’s talking about. He clears his throat and scrubs his face with his large hands. “I’m… I wanted to come and apologize.”

Immediately, your heaving sobs come to an end, tears dribbling down your face and falling from your chin once they gain enough weight and momentum. He gives you a shaky sigh, “I never…” he forces the lump down his throat as best as he can, “I never should’ve snapped at you like that, or kept you away from your own bed; you… you’ve never done that to me, even if I’ve deserved it.”

You still say nothing, eyes glimmering up at him in bewilderment. He should shut up, he knows, but he wants to put all the cards down because you don’t have to forgive him- you deserve to have whatever closure you need to take.

Even if that is slashing three of his tires.

“You don’t have to justify me being malicious,” he continues with a shaky sigh. “I’ve had people my whole life do that, and I’ve let them. You don’t have to- I never should’ve turned you away like that.”

“So you’ve said,” you croak. Your head turns to avoid his gaze, and after a few moments, your shoulders start to heave again. “It…” you snarl softly, “it was never about the bed, Kiyoomi. You sent me away… did I really make you that mad?”

“No,” he says, crouching down to make himself smaller, more approachable than his usual 190.5 centimeter frame. “That’s on me, baby. That has nothing to do with you. I’m the one who betrayed that trust and blew everything far out of proportion.” His head ducks to try and meet your gaze, mumbling a soft ‘can I touch you?’ and he’s unsurprised when you shake your head ‘no.’

You do, however, turn to look at him, and it makes his heart pound even more than it already was- a task he thought was impossible, but here you were, proving that theory wrong.

“I didn’t do anything to you,” you whimper. He nods, looking down shamefully. Your breathing is ragged, “you’re the one who threw me aside. I tried, Kiyoomi, I tried to apologize and make you forgive me, and you rejected it.” Once again, he says nothing. “You’ve never been so mad where you… where you didn’t w-want me.”

He disobeys your wishes and places a loving hand on your knee, shaking his head. “Don’t be like that.” He blinks his own line of tears down, and even if he doesn’t deserve a lick of your kindness, you reach out to wipe it away. “Stop blaming yourself for the shit I’ve done; it was selfish, and I didn’t think about you, or us, and I was an idiot.”

He squeezes your knee, “but I always will want you. Even if I didn’t show it tonight.” Your hand trembles against his soft cheek, thumb grazing along the stubble that grows. You look him up and down, almost processing his apology and deciphering if it’s good enough.

“You fucked up,” you say finally. Despite himself, he gives you a soft chuckle.

“I know.”

“Don’t be this person, Kiyoomi,” you say, a pleading lilt to your voice. “I don’t want to play these games with you. We’re adults. You can’t shut me out because you get mad at me.”

“I know,” he says quietly. Then, he stands up, “I understand if… if you still want to be alone. I just wanted to you know that no matter what I say or do, I love you. And I appreciate you for always being here.”

Always here. Always watching him. Always loving him.

“I want to come to bed.”

His ears perk up at your sudden, soft words, and he gives you a small smile and a nod, his hand extending out to gently take yours if you’ll let him. A chill runs through him when you indeed lace your fingers in his, pulling yourself up to walk your exhausted frames to the bedroom. He feels your face nuzzle into the muscle of his bicep, and he casts you a puzzled look.

“It’s going to take some time to trust you again,” you mumble softly, squeezing the muscles in his arm as if to plead him to not go away or chastise your ‘demands.’

Hardly demands, but he understands your hesitation.

“Yeah?” He hums, planting a kiss to your head. To make you laugh for the first time in hours, he gently tugs you closer to him and leans his entire weight on you, quickly swaying you both to flop onto the bed; this does have you giggling, pitching when the mattress squeals under the weight of both of you. He kisses your head once more, then moving his kiss to your lips, sighing when you reciprocate the affection back.

“The rest of your life sound okay?”

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this is the ending I chose, if you don’t like it, I don’t know what to tell you 🥲🫡 but a part two wouldn’t have been possible without your encouragement and support, and I’m forever thankful for the encouragement from everyone who took the time to either want to be tagged, or read the piece whenever they get the chance.

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(Not) hard to love - Komori x Reader

Requested by @alienaiver for my Follower Celebration

This was kinda hard to write, but I hope you still love it.

There are days when it’s hard for Komori to love you.

Not in the way some people might think - those people are dicks - but in the way that this profession gets in the way of being there for you.

He’s so used to being active that it’s sometimes hard for him to stay still for you. 

You’ve caught onto that soon and made it a game instead of something hurtful.

“You’re like a Golden Retriever.” You had joked. “You just wanna go and play fetch. Can you go get my cane?” 

Komori had jumped and brought it over. You patted his head like one did with a dog. 

“Good boy.” You had snickered and he had rolled his eyes playfully. “Now my shoes, please?”

.

Komori is so used to diets and exercise, to the things one does to get better that it’s sometimes hard for him to accept that chronic diseases do not get better. 

And then he feels ashamed because why did he have a hard time with it when it was you who was actively suffering from it?

“There, there.” You rub your hand over his back. His head is buried in his lap, the only way to hide his miserable mood from you but he thinks he’s probably failing at it. “I’ve had a long time to accept it, Baby. It’s okay that you’re mad about it. I’m mad about it too.”

“I just want to do something to help!” He sounds whiny and he hates it. 

“But you are. You’re doing so much. Like cooking and cleaning and getting the groceries up from the car. Driving a car, too! You make my life the best possible thing!”

Komori huffs a little and falls silent. It’s cute how upset he can get over things he can’t change, just because he wants to change them. How he always wants to do more for you even when he’s doing so much already.

You squeeze his butt and he yelps, shooting up from his hiding place in your lap.

“You beast.” He snarls, peppers kisses over your face as punishment. 

This is the Komori you prefer. Playful, gentle, and, in the back of his head, always worried about you.

.

“Have you been eating?” Komori asks, drawing his finger over the screen where your face is. He longs to touch you. It’s only been two days but he misses you.

“Yeah.” You nod. “You left plenty for me to heat up. Today I had the Miso Soup.”

“You have to eat veggies too.” He reminds you. “Did you eat the Orange I peeled for you?”

“Yep.” You pop the p. “Thank you for that. You’re the best boyfriend.”

“I could be better.” Komori hopes you can’t pick up the blush through the grainy screen but he doubts it. You’ve got great eyesight when it comes to these things. 

“What do you mean? You’re the best boyfriend I could ever hope for.”

“The best boyfriend you could ever hope for wouldn’t have to leave the country for work for a full week.” He points out.

You huff out a laugh. “Oh, Motoya. It’s work. You can’t help it. Besides, you can get me some plushies from the Duty-Free Shop.”

“Already bought them.” He points out. “Not showing you any until I get home.”

“Come on, baby.” You coo. “Tell me what’s wrong. You’re worrying about something.”

“I just remembered that you have an appointment tomorrow.”

“Mhm, I know.”

“And I can’t take you.”

“Baby.” You smile at him. “It’s fine. You can’t be here all the time. And you asked Kiyoomi if he could drive me. I don’t even have to walk there.”

“Yeah, you better not! There’s ice on the streets, you could fall!”

You laugh. “You worry too much. I promise I won’t hold onto Kiyoomi’s hand while they take the bloodwork. You’re the only guy I want to hold onto when they put needles inside me.”

“You better!” He jokingly waves a finger at you.

“Are you really okay with me being away?” He asks when the laughter dies down. “You know I’d leave everything to be with you if you needed me.”

“I know. And I stand by my word. You are the best boyfriend I could ever wish for. You can’t stop the world from turning, baby. We might as well the ride.”

-

There are days when it’s hard for Komori to love you.

When all he wants to do is run, when he’s too worried, too far away to help.

But he did not become a pro athlete because it was convenient. 

And if he could make this dream happen against everything, he’ll make sure to love you - against everything.

My Kofi if you want to tip me

[alienaiver]

Catch and release

Komori Motoya x Chronic Pain/Disabled GN!reader but reader is described wearing skirts

content: It's Komori's birthday and you wanted to dress up nicely for the dinner party. Just your luck that your planned outfit and your disability decides to have a playfight. It's a good thing you have your high school sweetheart to cheer you up when navigating the new world of dynamic disability.

tags: fluff, sfw, birthday fic, post-timeskip, disabled!reader, body positive and poc friendly reader, canon compliant, no use of y/n, sweetie + my love + baby as petnames, sappy and supportive boyfriend, childhood friends to lovers, established relationship, childish/cheeky komori, chronic pain/disability condition is not mentioned/left vague on purpose but reader does need a cane (type of cane not described either), genderneutral reader, unbeta'd but proofwritten twice, sakusa's there too but only to suffer the humor of literal kids

wordcount: 1.1k

notes: guess who learned something new today about cane usage and long skirts! 🙋🏼‍♂️ its a journey! luckily i have some soft, comforting boys to maladaptive daydream about taking care of me 🥰 i hope you enjoy this little work of mine! either as a disabled person or as an abled interested in learning something new!!!! im smooching u all, have a lovely evening! i also know im a ✨ little ✨ early about komori's birthday but who doesnt think about him 24/7?

also happy disability pride month ✨

"you ready?" Komori calls from the entrance, where his keys are circling his finger, making a jingle sound. It's his birthday, and you're going to a restaurant with his parents for dinner. Sakusa's even agreed to stop by.

He hears you hum from the bedroom before your steps sound through the living room, a little uneven but with your usual speed. He whistles when he sees you, but his eyebrows still raise at your choice of clothes.

"You changed." he states blankly, unsure what else to say. The outfit was important to you today, and you took great care in planning it last night, which is the reason he sends such an apparent statement your way.

You avoid his gaze as your lips draw a thin line, "yeah, don't worry about it," you say hastily, clearly eager to end the subject as you pick up your shoes from the rack. "Don't get me wrong sweetie, you look amazing. But I thought you wanted us to color match today?"

From the bench where you're tying your sneakers you glimpse at him for a split second, but it's long enough that Komori notices the disappointment you're trying to hide from him. He sighs and bends down in front of you, "what happened, my love?" his thumb grazes your cheek before it drags a sliver of hair behind your ear. From this angle he sees your small pout more clearly. He puts down his keys to let his other hand hold your head as well.

You sigh and lean forward. He meets you halfway and revels in the contact of your foreheads touching. He's always loved being close to you.

"I need the cane today."

Ah.

You recently learned bitterly that long or airy maxi skirts and canes don't match up. It's not like they tangle extremely and directly cause you to fall, but it changes the pressure in which you need to pull and move your cane for your next step if it's windy, which can cause mishaps. You haven't fallen because of it yet, but you've decided you don't want to risk it.

And then you need your cane on his birthday, where you'd planned such a skirt. He winces and you sigh. There's a distance of walking from the train station to the restaurant, so he can't offer much of a different solution than your own.

Then he kisses your nose, "I'm sorry, baby. Is there anything you need?"

You close your eyes and try to relax in his closeness. His left hand has traveled down to rub your arm, and you don't have the heart to tell him that his touch aches today. Not on his birthday.

"No, it's... It is what it is, right?" you ask and he nods hastily, "I know it might not help on the disappointment, but I still think you look absolutely amazing. And I'm glad you're listening to your needs and doing what you have to, even if it sucks major ass."

You snort and shake your head at him. He prides himself in the smile he won from your lips before he claims them with his own, sighing at the contact. He's needy today you notice, before you kiss him back with the same energy, trying to push away the negative thoughts clouding your mind. Today is about him.

When he pulls back he looks so lovestruck that you can't believe that you're high school sweethearts. Who gets this winded from a simple kiss from someone they've been with for over 10 years? Slowly and little by little, warmth and light fills you up again. He comes back for a quick peck before he gets back up and smiles down at you, flustered.

"Which cane would you like today? Personally I think the blue one with flowers would match your blouse perfectly!"

He turns his back to you as he opens the entryway closet, and you hum behind him thoughtfully, "maybe the grey one will garner less attention. I still feel awkward being both dressed up and so visibly disabled."

You're still getting used to using canes publicly, embarrassed and afraid someone will see you as a fraud if you're able to walk a few steps without it or if they suddenly deem that you're using it wrong. You know it's irrational, but it's taken you great courage to accept the dynamic part of your dynamic disability.

Komori's been supportive and understanding in every possible way, never batting an eye at any need you're voicing. He only complains when you hold back needs or lie about how you're feeling when you're out doing something together. You'd be, too, if the roles were reversed so you're glad he always lets you know while you learn to navigate being a burden - and being okay with burdening the people you love.

You admire his back. Broad, reliable and secure and always ready to support you. You still can't believe that you've been so lucky with him, grateful that your distasteful joke about his eyebrows he overheard in your second year somehow made him interested in you. You still cringe when you think back on it but he tells the story with a joyful and prideful expression every time.

He turns around with the grey, foldable cane and starts unfolding it for you, doing a little shimmy of a dance for you while doing it. You throw your head back and laugh, "so the birthday boy's the one giving a show this year?" you joke and he smiles cheekily at you, the expression making you flustered. Maybe you're just as bad as him, with the lovesickness. Sakusa will roll his eyes today, surely.

"Well... My favorite entertainer is indisposed, so if my lying hips can delight and beguile my audience, I'm happy to shake things up a bit."

He leans down with the cane, offering it as a sword to a knight. You snort and receive it just as gracefully, before he reaches a hand out to help you up, "I'll order your favorite from the menu and give you half of it if you kiss both my cheeks and my forehead in front of Omi."

You're busy laughing at his childish antics getting up, so you miscalculate your balance and fall into his arms. He catches you easily, like he always has and always will. You bite your lip, "then I'll order your favorite dessert if you do the same to me."

His antics may be childish, but they definitely match yours.

"Happy birthday, Motoya. Thank you for always catching me and helping me release the tension." you say and kiss him, hoping your emotions reach him. The smile he can't hold back against your lips tells you he might've gotten the memo.

[flyingwargle]

“hi, coach foster! hope you don’t mind if i stay and watch!”

komori sticks his head out from behind sakusa with a wave. the jackals gather to exchange pleasantries, and komori and inunaki exchange jazz hands. they step aside when foster approaches, pleasant as always. “it’s nice to see you, motoya. we’re quite far from shizuoka.”

“we’re in the area for some practice games and today is our rest day,” komori answers. “kiyo told me you welcome all friends and family to the gym.”

foster glances at his players, the number of them whistling innocently increasing in number. “i might not be your coach, but as a coach, i’m obligated to tell you to rest if it’s a rest day.”

“i’ll just watch! pretend i’m not here.”

“all right, kiyoomi, get him settled?”

sakusa nods. he leads komori to the bench, gestures for him to sit. “you should’ve just waited for me after practice.”

“i showed you ejp’s gym, so i wanted to see yours!”

“they all look the same.”

“the walls are a different color.”

“they’re the team’s colors.”

“omi-kun!” miya calls out. “we’re gonna start!”

sakusa doesn’t acknowledge him but takes a step toward the court. “if you want to leave, tell one of the assistant coaches to walk you out.”

“i’m not going anywhere,” komori chirps, crossing his ankles and leaning against the wall. “i’ll be the over-enthusiastic cousin that you wish i was.”

“are you already not?” sakusa rolls his eyes, pivoting around. “i’ll be back.”

“have fun!”

true to his word, he cheers after every spike his cousin makes, extending his enthusiasm to every spike, block, receive, or serve that the jackals make. sakusa glances at him every so often, and komori reciprocates with an exaggerated thumbs-up, which earns him a disgruntled look every time.

they haven’t practiced together since university, and even then, they were on different teams. komori isn’t necessarily a nostalgic person, but he does miss their idyllic high school days, when they’d practice receives before and after class, work in tandem to pick up serves, laugh and gossip about their teammates on the way home. they still do that, although over text and the occasional call, or with alcohol at an izakaya whenever one or the other visits. but what komori misses most is having his cousin’s back, to be the reason why he can spike without hesitation.

practice ends, and the jackals move toward the locker room. komori bounces up to sakusa, in mid-conversation with inunaki, sticking his head in. “wanna play a bit together?”

“you shouldn’t be playing-“ sakusa tries to say.

“it won’t be for here! when’ll be the next time we can play casually together?”

“momo-kun wants a game?” miya butts in. “ya might as well. practically everyone who visits play.”

inunaki laughs, turning his heel. “well, you guys enjoy. i’ll see you tomorrow–“

“if you don’t mind, could you join us?” komori asks. “as a favor for another libero?”

he blinks, surprised, but nods. hinata and bokuto joins them as well, and they split into two teams of three: the cousins with miya against the three jackals. “lend me your kneepads, kiyo,” komori calls out as he warms up. “i know you have extras in your locker.” sakusa rolls his eyes, but dutifully fetches them, along with an elbow brace.

hinata serves, which komori receives. sakusa makes his approach, komori falling in line behind him. miya sets; with bokuto blocking the cross, sakusa goes for a straight, which goes to inunaki, who sends it back in the air. “nice, wan-san!” hinata calls. “bokuto-san!”

komori watches. miya and sakusa seal the straight, and komori positions himself for the cross. bokuto jumps, landing one of his sharp cut shots. komori dives but misses by mere centimeters.

a hand reaches out toward him. komori pulls himself up, fire radiating in his cousin’s eyes. he grins back, equally enthused.

of course, won’t be for long turns into a full set with each rally longer than the last, thanks to the liberoes’ exceptional work. any time sakusa is blocked, komori is there to follow, sliding across the floor with practiced ease. any time miya gets first touch, komori sets from the back row, sakusa landing each one. they pull ahead and win, the cousins’ high-five echoing throughout the gym.

“that was fun!” komori says, as they head for the locker room. “we haven’t played like that in years.”

sakusa nods. “well, the next time we play is when there’s a net between us,” komori adds, sitting down to slide his elbow and kneepads off, and stealing sakusa’s towel. “it reminded me of high school.”

another nod. komori steals his deodorant too, still the same brand that iizuna had recommended to him from back in the day. he watches sakusa collect his toiletries and shower bag, hesitating for a moment before he says, “thanks.”

“any time, little cousin, but for what?”

he doesn’t elaborate, just heads for the shower room. komori stares after him, jumping when inunaki places a hand on his shoulder. “i still have a lot to learn from you, huh?”

“shion-san?” he whirls around in confusion.

“sakusa doesn’t take that many risks when i’m behind him, but with you, i think i saw a different side of him.” inunaki’s smile is slight. “i hope he’ll reach that level of trust with me, one day.”

he walks off, whistling. komori thinks back, realization dawning on him. thanks. for watching since they were kids, initially together as a familial obligation, then as teammates, an ace in the air with his libero at his back. for teaching him trust, to know that he can overcome any block because someone will catch him if he falls. for encouraging him forward, to reach greater heights, to have a companion through it all.

you’re welcome, komori thinks, leaning back on his hands with a smile. and thank you too, for following along.

[milaisreading]

PART 2

Couples:

Yandere!MSBY 4 x Kageyama Twin!Reader

Side couple:

Komori Motoya x Kageyama Twin!Reader

Warnings: Cheating, non-con(not too much), obsessive and possessive behavior, general yandere tendencies. This is my first time writing explicit content like this, sorry if it's boring:/

PS: Send in requests if u have any...

Part 1:

"So how have you been? Everything going ok with Komori-san?" Tobio's voice sounded through (Y/n)'s apartment as she cooked her dinner.

"Yeah! Everything has been great with us, tho the distance is really killing me, but we phone each other every day." (Y/n) answered back, waiting for Tobio to speak up again.

"Well, you did pick pretty far away cities, Shizuoka and Osaka I mean. But as long as you find time to call each other, it should be fine." (Y/n) smiled bitterly, nodding her head Kageyama's words

"Yeah, but enough about my love life, what about you? With how many fangirls and those fansites you have, you must have someone in mind." She teased, already imagining her brother blushing at her words.

"You know I am not interested in that, at least not now. Volleyball is more fun."

"You should honestly think of marrying it at this point." (Y/n) joked, not surprised by his answer.

"Shut it! But anyways, I need to go now. You will be off to Shizuoka this weekend?" Tobio wondered as (Y/n) went to pick up her phone and turn off the speaker.

"Well I was planning to, but Motoya told me he will come. Something about getting away from Shizuoka and all." The med student answered, recalling the conversation she had with the pro athlete a few days a

"Well at least you won't have to travel after the exam then. By the way, did Hinata text you at all in the past 2 weeks? Since the game with Komori-san's team, it's been radio silent from him."

"Hmm? Now that you mention it, I didn't hear anything from him either. Could that loss bumped him out so much?"

"Who knows. He can be off at times, but I am sure he will come around. Anyways, I got to go now. Hoshiumi-san wanted to take Hirugami-san and I out for a drink."

"Have fun! Give them greetings from me!"

With that, they ended the call and (Y/n) went back to making her noodles so that she can return back to studying as soon as possible. Groaning, the med student went through her phone, trying to find the last few notes she needed to revise.

"Just this one more exam and then I will have some time for myself..."

She yawned, looking at the clock on her wall, groaning.

"I will barely catch any sleep these days..." (Y/n) groaned as she put the phone away and went to eat her dinner, her mind going from her exam to the orange haired volleyball player.

'He really has been acting off... ever since graduation to be honest...'

She thought in worry.

With Hinata...

The man tossed and turned in his bed. He was supposed to go to sleep hours ago, but he just couldn't. Every time he closed his eyes, the image of (Y/n) and Komori flooded his mind, and he just ends up angry.

"Stupid Komori...is it his height that makes him attractive? His looks are average at best.. or his money? If (Y/n) was in need of financial support, she could have called me-"

Hinata's rambling was cut off by his phone ringing, so he quickly went to answer it.

"Sakusa? Why are you up so late?" The orange haired man wondered.

"I was talking with my aunt over some family meet up later this month, and she let the information about Motoya visiting Osaka slip out... do you know where I am going?"

Sakusa said sternly, clear annoyance lacing his voice as he mentioned his cousin.

"Do...do you think it's the right time?" Hinata wondering, his eyes going wide as he remembered the plan.

"Another time we won't have. We need to break them up... Aunt told me that he plans on proposing to (Y/n) soon."

Hinata's eyes widened and he clenched his fists.

"Ok...did you think of a plan to break them up?"

"Yeah, I will handle that."

"Good, I can't wait till that pest is gone."

"You and I both."

Sakusa sighed from the other side.

With Atsumu...

Atsumu groaned as he kept on stroking his cock as he went through the pictures he saved of (Y/n). The pictures were nothing special, just some from the beach he found on her Ig, but those were enough to rile him up. The image of the young woman underneath him, panting, crying and begging for release kept playing inside his head.

'(Y/n)... please...'

Groaning, the faux blonde as he came all over his hand. Panting, he got up from his bed and went to clean himself up. Once he was done he went back to his bedroom, sighing sadly as the images he had were just pure fantasies, the kind he wanted to be true.

Huffing, he sat down on his bed and scrolled through (Y/n)'s social media, smiling when he saw a new story was posted.

But, that smile faded away as soon as he saw that it was a picture of her books and a cup of coffee.

'Why is she up so late? It's nearly 1 in the morning. Shouldn't that useless boyfriend of hers make sure she is sleeping?!'

"Stupid! I knew that guy was no good! Why did she pick this prick of all?"

Atsumu's stare hardened as he thought of the brown haired libero. Back when he met Komori at the training camp, he thought of him as a possible friend. But now...now that he was with the girl of his dreams, there was no way for him to have that position.

"I wanted to so desperately see him cry that night. Show him and (Y/n) who the better one is...better player and better boyfriend, but..." Atsumu sighed as he rubbed his face, feeling like crying.

"But the whole time (Y/n) kept distracting me. That smile and her cheers, wonder how it would feel like to have her cheer on me, wear my jersey-"

Atsumu stopped his monolog as a message popped up. Quickly opening it, he saw that it was Bokuto.

'Komori is coming to Osaka tomorrow. We need to break them up this weekend. Sakusa said he is planning to propose.'

The message set an already frustrated Atsumu on fire. There was no way he will let that Komori put a ring on her pretty little finger.

"Besides, he can't afford what (Y/n) really deserves, unlike the rest of us. And Komori (Y/n) just sounds wrong."

The next day...

"I honestly don't know if I will pass this one, but the most important part is that it's over!" (Y/n) cheered as she walked out of the building.

"I am sure you will pass. When will the results be?" Miwa asked from the other side of the phone.

"In like...5 days or so. Unless the professor starts grading them today."

The med student yawned, already dreaming of her soft bed.

"Sleepy? Are you off home?" Miwa asked, worried for the youngest sibling.

"Yeah. Motoya will arrive in Osaka later tonight, so that gives me some time to rest."

"Alright. I have to go now since a client arrived. Have fun you two, but not too much~" The older woman teased, causing (Y/n) to blush a little as she said her goodbyes.

'She can be too much at times.' (Y/n) groaned. All of a sudden, the young woman felt someone grab ther shoulder, causing her to jump away and turn around.

"Easy there (Y/n), it's just us!" Sighing in relief, (Y/n) noticed the familiar golden and black eye.

"Bokuto-san, Sakusa-san, what a surprise! What are you two doing here?" (Y/n) asked, smiling as the two athletes took off their masks.

"We were just walking by after practice! Do you live here somewhere?" Sakusa asked flatly, already knowing all the information.

"Oh no, my university is in this location tho! How are you two? Has practice been going well?" (Y/n) asked while smiling, causing Bokuto to blush a little, meanwhile Sakusa hid his by putting his mask back on.

'Adorable...my (Y/n) is so adorable.' The black haired thought as Bokuto spoke up.

"It's been great. Today we were let go a little sooner than usually. The coach and captain were a little easier today, after all the hard training before."

"Yeah, they got a lot stricter after our match with Komori's team." Sakusa explained, getting more annoyed at his cousin than he already was. (Y/n) blinked for a moment, and then remembered what he was talking about.

"Sorry to hear that you two, but you guys were still amazing. I guess it depends on the luck you have that day."  She answered back, trying to lighten up their moods. Which seemed to work, as Bokuto stopped pouting, sending her a grin soon after. Sakusa seemed to lose his annoyed demeanor, but his eyes stayed as passive as possible, so she wasn't sure about him.

"Really?! Did you see that service ace I delivered at the beginning?! Worked on it for a while." Bokuto boasted.

"Yeah! That was pretty cool! I am happy that you hard work paid off. Hope the next time you performed it, it will be the winning points."

Bokuto grinned at the praise and continued talking to the younger. Sakusa clenched his fists are the sight, envying how easy the conversation between the two was. How familiar they are to each other. It's not like Sakusa didn't talk to her before, she visited his place often with Komori, but he always had a hard time talking to her.

"Hey uhmm... the two of us, Atsumu and Hinata are free tonight, want to go out for dinner?"

The black haired boy's question surprised not only (Y/n), but Bokuto as well.

"Well that sounds nice Sakusa-san, but Motoya will come over tonight, so I really can't. And I don't think it's that much of a smart idea, I don't want to piss some of your fangirls off."

(Y/n) shuddered, remembering how some of the girls from her class came into her, after pictures of her and Atsumu talking surfaced on social media.

Sakusa and Bokuto ignored the part with Motoya, as they were more concerned over the 2nd part.

"Say...none of the fans caused you any trouble?"

"Ahh...all I can really say is that Atsumu-san's fans love him a little too much." Was all she said, which made alarm bells go off in both of them.

"But nothing to worry about! I already handled it! Anyways, I need to go now, gotta rest a little till Motoya arrives! Bye!" (Y/n) said, walking off quickly, trying to avoid any form of questioning from either of the two.

"What are you doing?" Bokuto wondered, his gaze switching from (Y/n) retreating form to Sakusa's, who was dialing a number on his phone.

"I will call my dear cousin over for a drink... the plan is going in action tonight."

"Alright! Let me go and call Hinata then." The Fukurodani alumni grinned, excited about tonight.

"You are meeting up with Sakusa-san? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" (Y/n) asked the brown haired libero over the phone.

"Sorry, it came out of the blue, I will try not to stay for too long with him... you are not mad?" Komori asked from the other side, gulping as he thought of her reaction.

"Why would I be mad, Sakusa-san is your family after all. Just, tell me sooner next time." She asked softly. There was really no reason for her to be annoyed, aside from him not informing her sooner.

"Sorry, I really am. But I have something for you, which might make it up for my mistake." Komori said sheepishly, causing (Y/n) to grow curious.

"What would that be?"

"You'll see! But I need to hang up now, sorry."

"Ok, have a safe trip! And have fun."

Turning off her phone, (Y/n) sighed and went to her living room, opting to watch a movie or two till Komori arrives.

A few hours had passed and (Y/n) was beginning to get nervous, not only was Komori supposed to arrive at her place an hour ago, but he also wasn't answering his phone.

"Should I call Motoya again? I have been calling him for the past 20 minutes and nothing... Maybe Sakusa-san will answer me." (Y/n) muttered nervously as she dialed the athlete's number.

She didn't have to wait for too long, as he answered his phone quickly.

"Hello? (Y/n)?"

"Sakusa-san! Thank God you answered, is Motoya with you? Why isn't he answering his phone?"

'I probably come off as controlling, but fuck it!' She gulped, waiting for an answer from the man.

"Motoya? Why would he be with me? I am out with Hinata."

(Y/n)'s heart dropped at those words.

'There... But why would he say?'

"Hello? (Y/n), you still on your phone?" Sakusa's voice interrupted her thoughts and she quickly answered him.

"Uhmm...I... Motoya isn't with you 100%? He said you two would meet up for a drink."

"No, we never agreed to that. I have practice tomorrow, so that's out of question-"

"I need to go. Bye, sorry for interrupting you two." (Y/n) didn't let Sakusa finish as she hung up and went to call Komori again, her heart racing and alarm bells ringing.

"Come on...answer please....Motoya..." She desperately begged, thinking of the worst possible scenario.

'He wouldn't... Motoya wouldn't cheat. There is no way, but why else would he lie?'

"Why aren't you answering?!" (Y/n) screamed as she threw her phone on the couch, tears escaping her eyes.

"Please...let this be all a prank, I swear I won't be mad. Please-"

A notification popped up on her phone, and (Y/n) quickly ran to her phone, thinking this might be Komori. Unlocking her phone, (Y/n) read the name of a private Ig account, which sent her a few pictures. With a heavy heart, she opened the message, only, to her horror find pictures of Komori sleeping next to a unfamiliar girl. The sight of the woman smiling next to a seemingly naked Komori made her heart break and she quickly turned of her phone.

Shaking and sobbing, she plopped on the couch and started crying harder, the pathetic feelings of sadness and betrayal taking over her body.

"Motoya...why?"

"Should we go now?" Hinata asked as Sakusa finished his call with Atsumu.

"Yeah, the woman sent those photos to (Y/n) and already left. With how much Motoya drank, it will be a wonder if he remembers anything." Hinata nodded his head as they walked of to Sakusa's car.

"All the better for us, (Y/n) will just think that he is lying and trying to pretend nothing happened."

Sakusa silently nodded his head, grinning like a madman that this years old nightmare is coming to an end.

'Finally she will be mine...tonight is the night.' The black haired man hummed as him and Hinata walked off to the meeting spot.

A few hours passed by and (Y/n) was sound asleep in her bed, all the crying drained her, and she just wanted to shut off everyone. So much so that she didn't even answer her brother or sister's calls. The silent apartment was soon disrupted by the sound of the entrance door being opened, and two figures walked inside.

"Shouldn't we wait for Hinata and Atsumu?" Bokuto whispered as Sakusa nodded his head.

"I really could care less where those two idiots are right now. Besides, we should go and prepre our little princess." The Itachiyama alumni muttered as he walked to (Y/n)'s bedroom, his whole body shaking in excitement along with Bokuto's.

"Finally, I have been dreaming of this moment for so long." Bokuto grinned as Sakusa slowly opened the bedroom door. Breath hitching up, Bokuto walked inside and up to (Y/n)'s bed. The man gulped as he looked at her sleeping face, her puffy, red cheeks and pout causing his cock to harden.

Groaning, Sakusa slowly removed her covers, enjoying the sight of her vulnerable figure. Bokuto let out a a sigh as he sat on the bed and caressed (Y/n)'s hair.

"I can't wait for those two." Sakusa finally said as he hovered over the woman, and slowly grabbed onto her pajama pants, pulling them down.

"Finally." Bokuto grinned as Sakusa pulled off her pants, licking his lips when he saw her panties. Quickly unbottoning her pajama shirt, he was more than pleased to see her bare boobs.

"Naughty girl~" Bokuto giggled as Sakusa started kissing up (Y/n)'s leg, her soft skin turning him more and more on.

'And that bastard Motoya kept all of this to himself?! And with how he is, he probably didn't please her to the fullest.'

Bokuto was meanwhile kneading (Y/n)'s nipples, watching in pleasure as the woman started groaning and moaning, her eyes slowly opening, looking at her surrounding in confusion.

"Looks like my little slut is finally up? Look Omi!"

"Wh-what th?!-" (Y/n) shrieked as she realized what was going on, desperately trying to wiggle her body out of this. But all of this was to no avail as their grips on her body tightened.

"Shh baby, we will take great care of you. Just be compliant."

"Get off of me! What the hell?!" (Y/n) glared up at Bokuto as she tried to push him off. This pissed the white/black haired man off, causing him to grab her arms and pin them down, sending the woman a warning growl.

"Don't make it so unnecessarily hard, baby. We know you want this, you are all wet just from our touch." Sakusa cooed as he inserted a finger inside, enjoying the surprised expression and her attempts to hide her moan.

"Don't hold back baby, I want to hear all of the noises." The black haired man laughed, insisting a 2nd and 3rd finger shortly after.

"Stopp~" (Y/n) moaned out as Bokuto played with one of her nipples and sucked the other, moaning at how soft she felt.

"Good girl, just lay back and enjoy it." Sakusa smirked as he pumped his fingers faster and faster, enjoying how hee moans were getting louder and louder.

"You smell so nice... I have been waiting for so long. We all have." Bokuto muttered in between of kissing her neck, leaving a bite mark or two in the process.

"Wha-what are you t-talking about~" (Y/n) panted as she felt her climax approach her.

"We all have had our eyes set on you since high school, and it really enraged me...us to see you with my cousin of all people. But you will soon learn not to mess with us, baby~" Sakusa chuckled as the younger came onto his finger, enjoying the moan she let out.

"So sensitive... Atsumu and Hinata will sure enjoy this." Bokuto teased as he wiped her tears away, kissing her cheek right after.

"Please...please don't go any further... Sakusa, Motoya will be-"

(Y/n) flinched as both men glared and let out low growls.

"Still thinking of that pest? While two of the most sought after athletes in the country are about to give you the night of your life?" Sakusa said as her got up, signaling to Bokuto to change positions. (Y/n) was about to use the moment her hands were free to get up, but Sakusa stopped her.

"You are not going anywhere. The fun is just starting." Sakusa said as (Y/n) watched in horror as Bokuto started taking off his pants. Then suddenly, the younger heard her bedroom door open, and a familiar voice fill up the room.

"Hey! Why didn't ya wait for us?!" Atsumu growled as Hinata whined at the betrayal. The black haired man rolled his eyes along with Bokuto.

"Next time don't take so long. Now wait till Omi and I are finished."

"Not fair! I know (Y/n) longer than any of you, I should do it first!"

"Deal with it, Hinata." Sakusa said, looking down at (Y/n)'s teary eyes, the sight causing him to grow harder than he already was.

The next day, (Y/n) woke up feeling sick and body aching from all the bruises and bite marks the 4 left on her body. But besides that, a weird form of relief washed over her body as she noted that neither of the men were with her. Perhaps, she thought, they left or something. But, just as she started hoping that, her door opened and revealed Hinata's smiling figure. (Y/n) cringed at how normal he was acting, as if he and his friends didn't force themselves on her last night.

"You are awake! Just in time too, Omi made us breakfast." Hinata said cheerfully as he approached her bed, causing the woman to flinch away as he touched her shoulder.

"Huh? Was I that rough with my marking last night? Sorry baby, I will be gentler next time." (Y/n) looked at the grinning man in horror as he said that.

"N-next time?"

"Of course, did you think this was a one time thing?" Gulping, she felt Hinata grab the back of her head and rest his forehead against hers.

"We all are in love with you for years, and if you thought we would leave after we got a taste of how sweet you are...you are dead wrong." Hinata said, the crazy and lovesick look in his eyes made her realize in just how much trouble she was in.

"Besides...of you don't want Komori's career to end in a cheating scandal, you will play the role of the obedient little kitten." Atsumu said from the doorway. (Y/n) moved to look at him in shock as Hinata started kissing her neck, moaning at the pleasant smell.

"How do you-"

"How do we know? Easy, we set him up. You should have seen how much we had to make him drink to convince him that woman was you." Her eyes widened as Atsumu chuckled and walked up to her bed, patting her head and kissing the top of it.

"Remember, your body and soul belong to us from now on, so better not look at any other man, or else these pictures of Komori are going into the public."

(Y/n) felt tears start rolling down her cheeks as Atsumu showed her those again. She knew there was no way out, if only she knew sooner how crazy these 4 were...maybe she would have been more careful. Maybe she would have stayed in Tokyo or even in Miyagi to study,but with the way they were, (Y/n) doubted this distance would have prevented any of this. Atsumu chuckled at the hopeless look the younger had on her face and leaned in to lick some of the tears away.

'Finally I have you hopeless and desperate, just like I always wanted it.'

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[soranihimawari]

Kiss Me before Sunrise

Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader//platonic!komori x reader x sakusa

Rating: SKF [sakusa kiyoomi fluff]// [lunch] friends-> lovers// komori being a super sleuth

Word Count: 4.3 K

Warnings?: Itachimiya shenanigans, mentions of deprivation tanks, learning to appreciate the connections made; talks of crushes; dealing with schoolyard fans

his neutral face always is my favorite

Lunch breaks in the past were supposed to be just that: a break. You often enjoyed those moments to yourself, but alas, peace was not meant to last considering your deskmates this term with a rather rambunctious set of terrors. Why on earth did anyone think this was a good idea? You seemed to space out one day with your heads in the clouds until you were approached by the class representative with a rather intriguing question: “would you rather be stuck in rush hour traffic for an hour and a half or would you rather be stuck in a deprivation tank overnight?”

Apparently, the game had been gaining popularity and from what you have been told, the social circle surrounding your class rep had pushed them to ask you. You snap back to reality and weigh the pros and cons while you keep a very neutral expression on your face when you deliver your answer.

“Deprivation tank.”

Two words cause your class rep to look at you with a sullen expression. You just roll your eyes before drawing out a sigh; you clarify your answer via mentioning sometimes it’s good to be alone with your thoughts. Even if it’s overnight.

“The dark and I are very good friends, Shio-kun,” you speak with an air of sarcasm. 

“Scary,” you hear them mutter when they turn to leave your desk alone.

Three weeks pass and now, during another break, you find yourself standing in front of the drink vending machine. You pay no mind to the student conversations that melt into the background noise. There are clubs scattered here and there rehearsing for the upcoming festival. You insert your coins and make your selection. What you don’t see is the set of onyx-eyes observing you from a distance. You think it not worth making a mental note of when you lean down to pick up the canned coffee from the tray before walking away. 

Life falls back into a steady rhythm of exams and new course units; another lunch session is about to begin. This time, however, you are not alone at your desk–you are somewhat welcomed into the group your class rep is a part of. They are a little too loud for your liking, but when you keep to yourself, it must have been projected onto the outside that you were a lonely soul. Someone calls out to you and you turn your head to your right so you could face the person properly.

“Mind repeating what you said?” you ask.

“Yn, always spacing out,” they chuckle. 

Your lips that were once in a state of pressed line neutrality seem to tremble lightly before they naturally fall into a frown. 

“Then count me among the stars,” you whisper. It is cryptic, as one believes, yet you further explain it was something your grandparents had said to you since you were young. Just like a stream must join the mighty rivers, you too seemed to have been lured into opening up to this group of acquaintances.

“This is why I hate this place, there’s too much light; you can’t see the stars from here,” your voice cracks. “You can’t see the stars, but I know they’re there.”

You stand abruptly, apologize for the inconvenience of ruining the break period, as the conversation switches topics. You chose to reseal the cracks once the light shone through just a bit. Adolescence and the lessons it brings causes at least one member of the semi-circled group to give you a once over. That classmate sees a lot of you in someone else he knows, so before everyone departs to move back to their original assigned seats, he passes you a note with a series of numbers. He gives you a slight wave of his hand paired with a small smile. Thus this was how your impromptu friendship with one Motoya Komori begins. 

Surely over the years you’ve been seen coming and going out of his family home. You’ve been invited to study and at the behest of his family to stay for dinner. On one such occasion, you were formally introduced to his cousin, Sakusa Kiyoomi. For reasons beyond your comprehension at the time, you thought the elusive athlete at the time was seeking tutelage under your classmate. Who would have known it was the other way around? 

You learn despite their varied upbringings, you notice the passion they have when it involves volleyball. If you were being honest, it was fun to listen to their banter. Though you were all the same age, both boys found it amusing (just a little bit) that you were older than them both. You make a mention of starting schooling late since you were a winter’s babe when you were packing up your course materials; you helped clean up the study table in Motoya’s room a bit afterward. Excusing yourself for a moment, you leave the cousins to their own devices.

“...so, what do you think?” Motoya gives his cousin an encouraging nod.

“They’re nice,” Sakusa seems to not overthink his answer. His cousin gives him a sheepish grin.

“Sure you do.”

“What’s that supposed to mean Komori?”

“Nothing.”

You hear whispers about this supposed conversation, but you choose to not pry. Actually, you don’t get a true chance to pry because on the first week of midterm examination, you catch wind of one of your new friends being invited to the all-youth camp. It was the height of autumn break, but it truly was the talk of every grade level. Of course, once word spread about who it was, you were consistently bombarded with fans of Itachimiya’s Volleyball Club. Sometimes, Komori confesses to his cousin, he sees your desk in class filled to the brim with well-wishes and gifts. Often your strategy wavers between the following, yet amicable excuses: ‘I’ll pass these off to him when I see him next’ (you put the sweet smelling envelopes in the trash when you’re on classroom duty); ‘Oh? For Sakusa-san?… I’m sure he’s too busy preparing for the training camp. Yeah, no worries’ (a false smile and a polite nod usually has the hounds as you nicknamed these type of people in your head walk back to their respective classes hoping to even catch a glimpse of their affections); and this last one (it was truly Komori’s favorite), “Wouldn’t it be better if you were the ones to give these all to Sakusa himself? … In person? I’m not some courier pigeon.” 

The final bell rang, thankfully to your good conscience, and you begin to pack your belongings. You also figure it was a good time to clear the unnecessary clutter in your desk. Envelopes ranging from small paper origami stars to cute stationary start piling; roughly ten minutes pass and with practice having been canceled so the players could have a day of rest before conditioning training begun over the course of the extended weekend, you pay little attention to the two familiar footsteps headed your way.

“Yn?” Komori’s voice makes you pause for a moment. 

He picks up a few of the letters, reading the name on all the envelopes; he doesn’t deny the popularity of his cousin among the students, yet seeing you deal with this side of your amicable friendship was rather annoying. Every day, Komori understands the reasoning behind your answer of spending time in a deprivation tank, even if you meant that as a sarcastic answer, it was a plausible one. Maybe introducing you to his cousin who is also weary of too much human contact was a bad idea? Komori begins to backtrack a little bit, but alas when you catch on to his rather oddly quiet demeanor, you make a joke saying last time you checked Valentine’s Day isn’t for another three (or “was it four?”) months away. Komori’s delayed chuckle is heard shortly after you extend a greeting to him and the intended recipient of the letters some few short feet away. 

Now what does Sakusa think about this outcome? Well, for him, he is mystified as to why anyone in the student population would be so obsessed with him. He’s just trying to get by in his classes just to remain on the path of participating in team sport his cousin had him hooked on to. When they were younger, the two of them would often get into mischief only to be scolded later at their respective home. Eventually this led to a certain fineness in Sakusa’s formidable years. As the years went by, Sakusa began to withdraw into himself, thus making him present his pride of pristine cleanliness to his peers only to be branded a germaphobe to a degree. Certainly Komori doesn’t think that way and aside from keeping to himself, Sakusa lets his cousin talk him into joining an athletic club in early middle school to “make new friends.” Fast-forward to the present and here Sakusa is watching you exchange words with his cousin and he catches on that the envelopes are not confessions for you, nor are they for Komori. 

Those obscene envelopes of pink, white, and lime green were addressed to him. So now Sakusa Kiyoomi, at the age of seventeen, learns to deal with his first set of love confessions and or fanmail. If Sakusa was being honest with himself the whole thing from start to finish was a trifle annoyance. And yet, just like Komori said to him in private: “it’s quite easy to draw the outside hitter’s attention especially if it’s yn (i.e. you).” 

Does his cousin want to rat him out about his growing fondness over you? Of course. Will Sakusa Kiyoomi ever let that happen? Absolutely not. Somehow working with an agency of chaos must have been added to Komori’s lengthy list of accomplishments.

Walking home with the two athletes is nothing of the ordinary. Asking about how the team is fairing since you’ve come to terms with practices being held and whatnot. Komori, as you’ve known him to be, is quite talkative. He fills in the blanks while Sakusa speaks when necessary. You hum along when appropriate. Fifteen minutes later, you notice Komori’s phone light up several times, prompting him to open several messages from his sibling at home. He says a quick goodbye before mentioning he was tasked to cook dinner tonight at his mother’s request.

Preoccupying your mind with an upcoming sketch you wanted to complete before handing it in for a contest to the art department. Komori waves over his shoulder before breaking out into a steady jog, hoping the pair he leaves behind would come to their own senses, shedding a little of their sturdy and stoic selves to let enough light pass through the cracks. Slowly, out of the corner of his eye, Komori sees the growing potential, you raise an eyebrow as if to challenge his cousin’s peculiar actions; and when Komori continues walking, he is glad to have been the one to befriend you first..even if you think your time is well spent in a deprivation tank.

You nearly knocked into Sakusa when he blocked your path. You were perplexed by his abrupt turn on his heels, thus a startled, “huh!” manages to pass through your lips. When Sakusa takes a small step back, you tilt your head up a bit to ask if he’s feeling ok only for it to come out as an invitation to your house. You’re about to retract the invite until he nods. 

“The Sakusa Kiyoomi wants to come over to my house?”

Since when were you so shy? He wonders, but he just nods again, this time his heart beats a little out of rhythm. Is that what Komori warned him about two months ago? You cover your smile, hyper aware of how the tall statuesque classmate falls into a steady pattern with you. 

Reaching the doorstep to your childhood home of nine years, you intake a deep breath. Your keys are about to be placed inside the knob, and you turn to face Sakusa asking him silently if he does wish to not come in. He shoots down the idea when he stands next to you in front of the door. If you weren’t apprehensive before, you sure were now, but alas once the deadbolt has been turned and you push the door open, you hear one of your siblings’ old records play in the kitchen. Sakusa follows your lead when you enter your home. His eyes observe the entrance hallway: there’s a fishbowl painted in lilac atop an end table (it’s where your keys joins the rest); magnificently imperfect hues of burgundy line the walls dividing the painter’s designs with the inhabitants; on one such corner past the entrance corridor there are several markings on the corner caps displaying your height and age. Much to your amusement, Sakusa wipes his hands before tracing over the knicks in that specific part of the wall. 

“You can put your belongings in my room,” you say with a gentle tone. You reach out to place a hand on his shoulder. It’s an act he doesn’t mind when he turns to face you (though his comfortably built walls were always quaking when you were nearby).

 “C’mon, I’ll give you a tour after.”

Twenty minutes pass into the next hour and within that time frame, Sakusa learns of all the intricacies of your person outside of Itachimiya walls–you love epic poems as detailed on your overly stuffed bookshelves; there is as grid system you use for organizing your art supplies including one for your paper swatches; then there is, dare he say, a normal study desk complete with your laptop closed and charging on the dockett; all of this and more is a little overwhelming, but alas necessary in order for him to make a stunning thought:

“Komori’s right,” he mumbles. “I’m so fucked.”

And the Sakusa elicits a sound you personally haven’t heard before. Rather, you have yet to hear his laugh, you’ve certainly heard him scoff before, but laugh? Not in the cards as Komori would note.  Oh, but when Sakusa Kiyoomi laughs, you’ll know–it has him reveling in this saccharine melody. It is beautiful and mirthful and so full of life. You think he’s actually lost it when the face mask (his security blanket to the public eye) is taken off and he clutches it in his hand.

You’re amused by this, but alas finally hearing the chuckles he elicits, all for you. Selfishly, you keep this secret. His eyes crease into the crescents you rarely see and you, yourself, are taking a series of snapshots in your mind. You want to freeze this twilight sun in your room illuminating his figure; you’re staying decidedly still when his free hand grazes your arm, igniting a million to one fires in your impulsive heart. Shit, you were going to be in so much trouble. And it was all Komori’s fault because of course it was. How could neither of you see it the gods of fate only know, but alas like the saying goes, the truth is stranger than fiction. 

Milliseconds, that’s all it takes when the impulses take over and your lips meet. It was such a  quick, fleeting moment you might have had to pinch yourselves a bit. He still lingers above you equally as flustered as you, yet for whatever reason he can’t locate a reason to be angry at this development. Sakusa doesn’t back away, although he couldn’t explain why he’s so eager to kiss you again. Your breathing stutters and yes, your cheeks gain a rustic hue. Your fingertips trace intimate lines over the veins on his closed hand. The mask gains more wrinkles in the fabric when he readjusts his hold on it before letting it fall to your floor. You want to continue, will he let you?

“Humor me,” your lips ghost over his, still in a haze. 

Gods above, you sound so eager. 

“Gladly,” he muses. 

With his hands free of any debris, he makes a move to cradle your head in one swoop before sliding his right one past your ear to hold your neck firmly, raising your head altogether. This second kiss is just as intense as he is–you show him your tenacity of how well you’ve paid attention to how the lines blur. You chase the feeling, he drowns in this pool you carve into his soul; your lungs are on fire and the more you burn, the more he keeps you grounded. When you turn your head the other way mid-kiss, you warn him with a playful nip on the corner of his mouth. He pulls back, sinister canines on full display just for him when you see him mirror your expression. 

“That’s enough for now,” your voice is quite demure. 

Sakusa pecks the space between your brows, not letting you detach yourself from him just yet. 

“For someone who despises germs, are you sure you’re ok with this?” 

This is a loaded question, yet it yields the proper answer from him.

“With you here, I’ll always be ok,” is the last thing you hear prior to being granted leave from his embrace. 

You intend to uphold what he claims. In lieu of sounding pretentious, you instead lean forward against his chest, moving your arms around his toned middle. This was comfortable, being in this state post-kiss. Would you avoid asking each other about this whole enchantment? Perhaps. Is this a route want to join each other on? Sure. You wiggle free a minute later, noting how hope rides on this curvature of his lips. You can’t go back to being whatever label defined your companionship with Sakusa just as before, right? Touching your lips with your fingertips, you nearly trip when you sit down on your study chair. Sakusa internally panics and his own thoughts are filled with curses no one has heas before. Wrong, it seems you both have a few issues to get sorted, and one thing is sure: Komori is going to have to receive two interesting phone calls later.

“You’re my first,” why you blurt that out is beyond you. Sakusa takes this as a sign to sit on the edge of your bed. He leans forward much like a king would upon his throne, hands folded above to hide his face, back bent into a C shape; blush fiercely spreading across his features. Suddenly the air in the room teetered between spry innocence to a concoction of vengeful lust with one call of his name. 

Your voice warps the letters in a confident cadence of sound all the while whatever Sakusa’s pulmonary condition at rest suddenly elevates when he gridlocks eyes with you. You who makes the day just a little more bearable because there will be days when Komori isn’t there; you whose cynicism is just as beautiful as the sun during the mid-morning breaks; who as of three thirty-eight, threw out some letters from peers who just liked him that day versus learning and respecting the blunted edges of his personality, etc. He runs a hand through this curls when his typically menacing auras shift like rain clouds dissipating to let the sunshine is the basis for all those times and more he wants to experience with you. 

“If this is how you’re going to be after we kiss,” you are testing his patience at this point just by swiveling your chair to face him, bending your elbow to stay still on your desk and resting your cheek against a closed fist. 

“Then kiss me before sunrise,” his voice is just as deadly, waking up something in you which causes you to almost become deceased. 

Those beauty marks above his brow move with his expressions so often you wonder if he knows you’re reading his tells just as an efficiency test. 

“You can’t just say things like that!” whisper yelling is an inherited trait you got from your gran (according to your family unit). You really want to wipe the shit-eating grin off his perfect face, you really did. Subconsciously, both of you lean in further, more curious than before. Your eyes are closing just a smidge, giving him the opportunity to drop his faux guard around you wondering if this series of firsts will be shared with him as a highlight of the season; alas you lean back in your chair at the last possible moment much to his dismay. His face crumples in true Sakusa fashion right as he reaches to grip your armrests on your chair and jolt you forward with such momentum you let out a sharp breath. His coal eyes spark into life, a bit apprehensive of what he might have done wrong. He’s still learning, you check yourself. 

“Be patient (with me),” his voice volume barely above the steady run of the music downstairs. 

This turn, you see him start to retreat within himself, however things come to a grinding halt the second you maneuver your arms in order for your hands to graze by those two infernal marks. Sakusa closes his eyes, surrendering to the kindness you present; you guide him to rest his forehead against your shoulder instructing him to take it easy. For some reason, whenever he was told those words from family, they had an air of arrogance, yet with you, he finds those words permit a sense of serenity. 

“Look at me,” you say into his ear. 

When he does, your demure gaze is replaced with an impish sheen. You omit giving him a proper answer because your lips are preoccupied with pressing the promise of tomorrow on the corner of his mouth. Your lips are sweeter than any tea he’s had and the thought of keeping you by his side made his heart race; Sakusa feels more driven since you kissed him back, securing the answer to his confession with a final peck of his lips. You tell him to pick you up at your house before going to the youth camp. When he asked why, you simply state you want to go on a date with him before volleyball takes over. He kisses your cheek mentioning he would.

The sun sets, eventually Sakusa leaves your abode with a phone filled with unanswered texts from Komori and his siblings. Sakusa bluntly tells them all off except for Komori who just receives a cryptic, ‘i have a date.’

You, when you have your room to yourself again, you sit atop your bed texting an old friend of yours if she wants to go shopping tomorrow. The coursework can wait, this was a smidge more important. When your friend had asked why, you are quick to say you’re probably going to need more concealer.

Later that evening, your phone vibrates with Sakusa’s name on the text notification. Curious one you are, you open it to reveal a screenshot of your new contact name: the kanji for patience with a partly cloudy emoji (⛅️) is there. 

At the very least, you figured Kormori was right: Sakusa Kiyoomi is going to be the death of you. 

___________

Science Hall:CHEMISTRY LABS/3.5 MONTHS AGO

“And I’m telling you’re wrong,” you haughty cross your arms over your chest. 

“Why’s that?” Kormori stubbornly pushes. 

“Because there’s no way your cousin would do something that extreme.”

“Yn,” his countenance softens. 

You slump in your seat in the chemistry lab bit exasperated from the whole exchange which lead to here. You drop the stack of lab notes for your teacher to grade later, but Komori shakes his head. 

“Yn, listen,” he wrings his hands like he’s about to betray his fellow countryman. “Sakusa doesn’t just let anyone approach him, believe me. But lately, he’s been acting differently.”

You claim it’s because the tumultuous rumors are starting up again about the so-called prince of his year. 

“And you think it’s my fault? Komori,” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “If Sakusa Kiyoomi, your cousin, and one third of our small, but mighty lunch trio’s in love with someone, he might have to do one of the many things that terrifies him.”

Komori’s eyes almost roll to the back of his head when you tap your lips with your fingertips. He lets out a ghastly, “oh no.”

“Mmhm.”

“That’s absurd.”

“Totally Komori… Komori Motoya, I swear to god if you find out before I do, don’t tell me. I’m sure Kiyoomi would want to navigate this on his own.”

Komori closes his eyes while deep in thought . Suddenly, he stands with a jolt of strict certainty: Of course! He packing his things all the while having this great epiphany moment by the invitation of his crowning grin. Before he leaves, he crushes you into a firm bear hug making sure to elaborate: “the absurd part is quite possible to achieve. Yn, you’re a genius. Now if only I knew who it is.”

“Get sleuthing,” you chuckle. 

Komori is too far gone in this development he accidentally stumbled into his answer. You organize the papers a little bit, turning into a small pile on the teacher’s desk. You keep yourself rather busy, wiping and cleaning some of the equipment that was safe to touch, even plugging in the hot plate attachment to brew yourself an instant cup of coffee in a graduated glass. You use a glass stirrer to mix the drink on occasion. 

Komori’s mental image of a cobwebbed lightbulb that was labeled ‘omi’s crush’ completely decides to burn on all its LED goodness when a highlight reel of memories of previous talks play. He has seen the way you two are around each other after the initial meeting—you respect the boundaries and if you cross the line, you amend your behavior just as Sakusa does;  Komori senses the sublime expression on each of your faces and though neither you nor Sakusa say much to begin with, you still circle each other. 

Now all Komori needs is plan to bring you up in candid conversation. The cousins talk about anything and everything, so from then on, Komori makes it his mini-mission to corner his cousin to confront his feelings. It was a good thing you were invited for a study session at Komori’s that weekend, huh?

[ihatemynewbangs]

like a dog with a bird at your door; sakuatsu

vampire!atsumu, hunter!kiyoomi, angst, hopeful/happy ending, enemies(?) to lovers, relationship analysis

motoya is kidnapped by a vampire coven. as kiyoomi leaves his apartment to save him he is confronted by atsumu

word count: 1340

warnings: unaliving word mentioned, potentially graphic imagery, swearing

a/n: this was in my drafts for two years y'all, i finally had to get it out. pls yell your thoughts!

“Omi-kun.” 

His name, breathed into the stale living room air, floats like a golden ribbon and wraps itself around him. Strangling.

“Don’t do this.”

A scoff, “This doesn’t concern you, Miya.”

Kiyoomi is tense, muscles held taut and stiff. He knows this because of the sheer effort it takes to crouch and pull the packed duffle bag out from below his bed. 

He knows this like he knows many things; he knows that this is a suicide mission. He knows that there’s actually a pretty high chance of him not returning. But Motoya is waiting for him, sitting in a basement fifteen kilometres west of Osaka, and Kiyoomi cannot waste any more time.

Duffle in his grasp, he tries to push past the blonde but is stopped by an outstretched hand.

(Don’t stare at it. Ignore the broad palm, the long fingers—)

“Of course it does, Omi,” Atsumu huffs. Clearly, he does not share this feeling of urgency. Then again, Atsumu is consistent in following his trend of being selectively bothersome, slipping through Kiyoomi’s unlocked bedroom window at the most inconvenient of times.

“Doubtful, Miya. I need to leave–”

“Kiyoomi think this through. Komori-kun’s put up the same ward that I’ve seen you use, right? He’s been gone for only three hours so you have nine more to get there. What good are you doing running over without proper backup?”

“You’ve seen the video, have you not? He’s surrounded and we both know that the coven is only gaining support the longer I wait.” An abrupt laugh makes him pause.

Kiyoomi stares. 

“I can’t let you do this. You won’t come–”

“Fuck off Miya, don’t concern yourself with me.”

“Kiyoomi, please,” he begins to raise his voice. “This is a suicide mission! As your–”

“Miya, fuck off. Would you please shut up about your stupid soulmate crap, I don’t want to hear it.” Kiyoomi interrupts brazenly, thoughtlessly, and oh...

(Fuck. That’s not true.)

Now it’s Atsumu’s turn to stare. His face goes blank and he exhales deeply, unflinching. 

The statement holds greater weight than either of them want to admit; has an intricately woven, three-year-long story of desire and denial.

Of course, Kiyoomi had to say it now of all times; he had to let the cruel words spill through his lips like poisonous venom leaving a predator's fangs as it bites into an unassuming victim. That’s really what Atsumu is in this situation; a mere victim of fate. 

And shit, that’s really not what he meant to say. 

(Kiyoomi knows he’s cold, but he never means to be callous.) 

This delicate line that they walk, this balancing act of feigned ignorance and a purposefully undefined relationship is now jeopardized by Kiyoomi’s tactless words. 

Prior to their fated meeting seven months ago, Kiyoomi had heard plenty of the blonde he now stares at; had picked up whispers of his sadistic tendencies, the way he chased and toyed with his desperate prey before they collapsed from either fear or exhaustion—to remind them of the existence of true predators. 

(Atsumu has been nothing but gentle.)

Kiyoomi entered this unyielding game that day they met. But maybe this time it isn’t the prey that suffers. Or maybe it is, and the roles are just reversed. He doesn’t know. What he does know is that this chase is exhausting both parties involved.

(So why do you play, Kiyoomi?)

Atsumu pivots and exits the room, leaving Kiyoomi nothing to do but follow him through the small, dark apartment. He sees Atsumu leaning against the front door, seemingly lost in thought. 

It’s always been like this between them. Push and pull and push and pull and push and pull and push until Kiyoomi pulled twice. 

First when he left his window unlocked, as usual, knowing that he was practically welcoming Atsumu with open arms. And then the second time when he ended this stalemate by reminding them both that he will not acknowledge whatever corrupt soulmate bond has been manufactured between them by the gods.

Kiyoomi ponders how to further approach the situation, if, at all, when Atsumu smiles.

“You know, you’re right, Omi-kun. ”

And oh my god Atsumu is willing to overlook this fatal error Kiyoomi made; is willing to grab his hand and bring him back to the line on which they’d tread and pretend that Kiyoomi hadn’t just tossed them both into the abyss with nothing to grab to slow their descent.

This is a complete act of mercy. One that Kiyoomi is almost willing to accept—he does have to leave and save Motoya, after all—but the pained expression, bottom lip turned white from the press of teeth, makes him pause and reassess. 

(He’s not callous. He really doesn’t mean to be cruel.)

Why does his chest suddenly feel so tight, as though a tiny hole inside of it expanded, threatening to collapse him from the inside out?

For all their pushing and pulling and maintenance of balance, it has never been a truly equal game between them. It was always Atsumu who suffered just a bit more.

Because humans cannot feel the soulmate connection; do not have the acute sensitivity required to feel the warmth of specific touches, the allure of particular smells, or even the special awareness that comes in the form of an invisible pulling—yearning manifested—that connects the supernatural species to their other half. 

They are not meant to have soulmates and thus do not share the absolute reverence that the vampire kind has for it. This respect—so deep—allows a small, painful love to form in the cracks between two individuals, enemies by nature, binding Kiyoomi to Atsumu and Atsumu to Kiyoomi, with Atsumu feeling the connection just a little bit more. 

This leaves Kiyoomi suffering the guilt of sentencing rejection and yet permitting a distant closeness that tempts him with a love he refuses to accept cannot have. 

(Isn’t he lonely?)

And Atsumu, the willing recipient, is always content to accept whatever Kiyoomi gives him, never asking for more. With this, he shows his love is constant. 

Kiyoomi considers this. Inhales. Exhales. Thinks. Reexamines his previous stance on ignoring the small and soft burning he feels inside himself around Atsumu, as though he swallowed a match that stayed lit inside of him.

(Butterflies, maybe?) 

Nothing in life is certain save for death and taxes and the bond that ties estranged souls like theirs together until the first certainty separates them again. 

How unfortunate Atsumu is, to have a soulmate like Kiyoomi. He deserves an act of mercy. 

Kiyoomi looks up to speak, but Atsumu doesn’t face him anymore. He has never wanted to see the vampire’s wicked grin so badly, sharp canines digging into a full lower lip—threatening, tantalizing. He’d even settle for the infuriating smirk that never fails to make him want to absolutely punch Atsumu in the mouth. With his own mouth, preferably. Softly, perhaps.

(Reach out. Say something, Kiyoomi.)

A soulmate bond between a vampire and a human is unheard of. Maybe this means something, that they have such a connection.

Kiyoomi sighs, placing his duffle gently on the floor. Motoya can wait an extra few minutes. 

—

“Say it, Omi-kun. I want to hear you say it.”

“I love you, Atsumu.”

And Atsumu does know this. He knows it in the way Kiyoomi sits on rooftops, placing himself always right of centre so that Atsumu can complete their souls’ symmetry and mirror him on the left. He knows it in the way Kiyoomi has never once made a move against his life regardless of his reputation for being merciless to vampires, never meeting one he didn’t kill. He knows it in the way Kiyoomi leaves his bedroom window unlocked.

He feels it in the way Kiyoomi is now letting him come close, he himself leaning in. He feels it in Kiyoomi’s breath against his lips. In the soulmate warmth that only he can feel but would do anything to share. 

Atsumu won’t complain though. Because Kiyoomi allowing him to feel that warmth is far beyond enough.

[lingeriae]

—𝗖𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵

Kiyoomi blinked at you, mumbling back your words in disbelief as his face slowly started to twist up. "You can't be serious." He said, his nose wrinkled in disgust with his arms crossed over his chest eyes staring you down.

You turned your head to the side, trying to hide your smile. "What?" you said, a teasing lit in your voice as you fixed the sheets on the bed. He was speechless, agaping at you as you went on as if you hadn't just told him you found his cousin hot in highschool.

"The fuck do you mean, 'what'?" He asks, pushing off the wall to stalk over to you, his lips turned down into a scowl which made him look prettier than he already was.

It was funny. Making him riled up—it always seemed to put a smile on your face, and a scowl on his. Which amused you even more.

The conversation started off as the both of you simply talking about your pervious crushes in highschool and how weird you acted, until you slipped out that you once had a crush on Motoya komori—Sakusa's cousin.

Biting your lip, you turned around to face the curly headed boy, eyeing him amusingly with your arms crossed. "It's just a crush, and it was so long ago."

Sakusa huffed twirling one of your curls from your afro, a cute habit he picked up before you started dating. "Doesn't change the fact that you liked that shithead over me, it's offensive really." he grumbled, his other hand that wasn't in your hair came down to rub at your side.

You chuckled at his words, glancing up at him with an amused stare, eyes flickering between his onyx coloured eyes. He huffs again, tugging you so you could be closer to him.

"Please don't tell me you still like him?" you choked back a laugh at his words, the subtle tilt off his lips not going unnoticed by you as you giggled at his words. Grinning up at him while still giggling, you watched as he rolled his eyes in faux annoyance when you cupped his cheek. "Omi, we're married. I don't think we'd be together if I was crushing on your cousin."

Humming in agreement, Sakusa sighed. "You're right," he replied, kissing your palm. "We are married, which means you have a crush on me."

Sure a crush.

𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐞ᵗᵐ

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Best Friends

Komori Motoya x Female! Reader (she/ her pronouns)

⚠️ 18+ CONTENT; MINORS DNI ⚠️

Warnings: best friends to lovers, swearing, SMUT, male and female giving/receiving, unprotected penatrive sex (reader is on birth control but don't be stupid like my dumbass), Slight angst, mostly fluff, probably bad editing, definitely bad grammar

Word count: 4.5 K

A/N: I'm sad so here's some smut 😃

You cheered, watching your best friends amazing receive as you stood, clapping and shouting loudly.  You were always the loudest during EJP Raijin games and you know that the team appreciated you support especially your best friend,Komori Motoya, the teams Libero.

You had met Komori randomly about a year ago, accidently bumping into him at a bookstore.  You had been looking for the next addition to the Manga set you were reading, standing back and pondering if you should get volume 29 and volume 30 at the same time.  You hadn't noticed someone coming up from behind you until you accidentally backed into them, their books crashing to the ground.  

"Oh my goodness!  I'm so so sorry!" You said, quickly reaching down to grab the books, lifting and handing them over to a man who towered above you.  He looked at you, smiling as you smiled back. He was cute, around your age. 

 "Hey what volume are you on?" He said, looking at you.

 "Excuse me?" You said, looking confused.  He pointed down to the Manga in your hands as the words suddenly all made sense. 

"Oh umm volume 29!  I just finished 28 last night-" "and you had to get 29 and 30" he said as you both laughed. 

"Yeah it's such a great story. Kind of slow at first but it picks up pretty quick" you say, smiling back.  "Wait, are you just starting that?" You said, glancing at his pile and noticing one of your all time favorites amongst it. 

"Yeah, I umm have some time off so I'm trying to catch up on my reading" he says, rubbing the back of his head. 

 "Oh my god you'll love it!  It's probably one of the top best friends to lovers stories I've ever read!  So much angst, it totally made me cry but I'm a crier" you said, awkwardly laughing.  The man smiled at you "I'm Motoya Komori" he said, extending his hand.  You smiled, rearranging your books and shaking his hand "YN LN, it's so nice to meet you Motoya!" He beamed down at you as you returned the smile. 

"Hey this is kind of forward of me but I was wondering if you'd like to have coffee" he said as your eyes widened.  "I'd love to!!  They have a great coffee shop-" "just down the street" he said finishing your sentence as you both laughed. You gathered your books, checked out and made your way to the coffee shop. 

It's hard to believe it had been an entire year being best friends with Toya.  When you first learned of his profession as a Libero for EJP Raijin, you nearly choked. 

 "A professional volleyball player?? Holy crap Motoya that's amazing!" You said, cooing over him as he blushed at your response.  "It's definitely an interesting job" he said "I'm currently on break right now so I have time to kill. Usually I'm pretty busy with practice" he added "what do you do YN?" he asked.

"Well, my job isn't nearly as glamorous but it's pretty awesome. I'm actually a makeup and hair artist for brides, actors and actresses, you name it.  I'm also currently on a break in between shoots for a movie I'm working on" you said.  "Wow that's amazing YN!  You must be so talented" he said.  "Well, I like to think so" you said chuckling.  

Your friendship with Komori grew stronger and stronger over the months.  You hung out, texting and face timing when you could.  It was hard when his season picked up, knowing he'd be busy almost everyday with intense practices.  He'd often call you at 10pm, your phone ringing as you read in bed.  It became your new routine and you loved it.

 "Hey bestie, did you finish that chapter?" Komori added getting into bed as you groaned causing him to chuckle.  It never escaped you how handsome he looked, his hair still wet from a shower and his t-shirt hanging lose on his thin, muscular frame. 

"Serious Toya, that chapter was the ABSOLUTE WORST!  It's like these two can't see how perfect they are for each other and it's utterly destroying me!  Like he totally loves her and she loves him and yet here we are!" You say throwing you hands in the air as Komori belts out another laugh.  He cherished these moments with you. You’re new routine had felt natural, so good. 

"Well I mean, it's all part of the story line YN, not like you can just rush love" he says, snuggling in as you close your book and settle in.  "Yeah I guess" you groan again in frustration. 

 "Hey are you coming to the game this weekend? I got a seat saved for you" he said, excited for you to come to your first game.  You roll your eyes and smile "yes Toya, you've all but prepared me for this moment and I'm ready!  Plus that volleyball Manga you gave me helped too" you added as Komori smiled.  "Great, I can't wait!" He said, yawning as his eyes fluttered closed.  "Goodnight Toya" you said, snuggling down and falling asleep with your best friend on FaceTime.  

The day had come for the game as you readied yourself on FaceTime with your friend.  "Do you think this crop top and jeans are ok Tia?" You ask as you friend nods, studying you as you grab your curling iron to begin fixing your hair.  "So much work for a volleyball game YN? Seriously when are you going to tell Komori you like him?" She said. You gasped, nearly dropping the curling iron. 

"He's my best friend Tia!  It's not like that with us" you said, curling your hair and pining it, spraying it with hairspray to help it set.  "Sure whatever you say YN.  It's not like you two don't spend every waking hour together. Every minute you have free together" she said.

"That's what best friend do Tia!  They hang out" you snipped.  "And I'm sure best friends fall asleep with each other on FaceTime every night right?" She says as you look away from your phone, trying to ignore your friend.

"I thought so. You like Komori!" She gushed as you finished your hair, grabbing your make up bag to start your look.  "I like him as my best friend Tia!  You know, kind of like how you and I are" you said. 

Tia shook her head "YN, you and I are no where near ToyaYN status" she said as you began beating your face with your beauty blender. 

"ToyaYN?? Is that our ship name?" You said as Tia nodded her head. "Seriously YN the man is a hot professional athlete!  You can't tell me you've never noticed how amazing he looks!" She said.  You in fact had noticed how incredible your best friend looked.  His body was chiseled, his muscles lean with a full 6 pack and heavy thighs. You had seen Toya more than once without a shirt and the thought made your belly heat up.  You shook your head, grabbing your eyeliner and placing it on trying to shake the image from your mind.  "YN you good" Tia snickers as you glared at her, grabbing your lashes and applying them.  "Knock it off Tia, we are best friends and nothing more.  

You arrived at the arena, dressed in a yellow boho crop top, boyfriend jeans and flats. You grabbed onto your bag as you made your way to the box office. 

"Umm hi, my friend said he left a ticket for me here" you said to the lady behind the office. "Oh yes!  Miss YN I presume??" You nodded as the lady turned around grabbing your ticket and leaving her office. "Komori was so excited for you to come today. Here I'll show you to your seat dear" she said as you nodded, thanking her and making your way into the large stadium. The crowd was loud as you looked down to the large court.  You could see thousands of people waiting for the match to begin.

The lady showed you to your seat as you thanked her again, sitting down as you awaited the players.  The first team to appear was the MSBY Black Jackals, dressed in all black.  Your eyes widened at their height next to the referees, looking like actual titans.  You smiled and clapped when you heard EJP Raijin announced, the team coming up and standing at the end line. You smiled at you saw Komori, he looked so handsome in his white EJP uniform.  He looked over, smiling at you as you smiled back and waved a little.  

As the game progressed you got so into it.  Cheering and clapping at every EJP receive and point.  The game had ended, EJP taking the victory as you sat waiting for the fans to clear.  You waited made your way down to the court while you watched Komori talked with interviewers. You were shocked at how big all the players were courtside. You had always thought Komori was tall but seeing all these men, you felt tiny next to them.  

"Oh my god that's Komori and Suna" you head squealing coming from besides you. You looked to see a pack of women, ogling at Komori and EJP's middle blocker Suna Rintaro.  When you saw Komori was done he smiled at you as you began to walk towards him, suddenly to be shoved out of the way by rampant fan girls screaming at Komori.  You had been shoved into the back of a tall, black jackals player. 

 "Oh my I'm so sorry" you said turning to see him staring down at you.  "You're not rampant like those other ones" he said, glaring over his mask.  "Umm no? I mean you guys are human too right?" You said looking at him and smiling. 

You heard your name called as you turn to see Komori trying to make his way towards you.  You smile and wave noticing some of the girls hanging on to him. The thought irked you as Komori approached you, smiling. 

"Hey!  You look beautiful" he said, smiling down at you as he hauled you into a sweaty hug.  You laughed "Toya eww!" You said as he pulled back not realizing he had hugged you fully sweaty after 5 rounds of intense volleyball. 

"Haha sorry YN I just got excited" he said "I see you've met my cousin.  YN this is Kiyoomi Sakusa.  Kiyoomi this is YN LN."  You smile, extending your hand as Sakusa returns your greeting, nodding. 

"You want to get dinner?" Toya asked as you nodded. "Let me go change and shower then I'll met you out by the exits. Did you drive?” he asked. 

"No I took the train, figured the parking would be horrendous" you said as Komori smiled back.    "I'll give you a ride home afterwards" he said as you nodded again.  Komori left you, running into the locker rooms where he began to strip his clothes.

"I see YN came to the game today. Did she enjoy it?" His teammates Washio questioned. 

"I'm pretty sure she did. We are getting dinner after I get ready" he said, pulling his shirt over his head. 

"Just dinner?" Suna snickered as Komori peered at him, confused.  "I mean, probably" he responded.

 "Dude you are pathetic" Suna added as Washio shook his head.  Komori looked at Suna still confused. 

 "Dude, YN is hot as fuck!  I mean, literally an 11 out of 10!" Suna said.  Komori scoffed and rolled his eyes "Dude she's my best friend.”

"Ok so you won't be mad if I ask her out then?" Suna asked, smirking as Komori stopped, turning to glare at Suna. 

"Yeah you've got it bad for your bestie Komori" he said as he got up and headed to the showers.  Washio chuckled as Komori slammed his locker shut "What's so funny?" Komori asked.

"I'm laughing because he's right. And you are the only two people who don’t see how perfect you are for each other." Washio said walking to the showers.  Komori stood by his locker.  His head feel back as he thought about you. You were his best friend, the person he trusted and cared for. Sure he found you incredibly beautiful and he loved hanging out with you. He cherished your nightly chats and everything you tow shared.  He hated when you talked about going on dates with other guys, and how none of them treated you right. But that's what best friend did right? They cared for one another. Komori walked to the showers, head clouded with thoughts.  

He walked to the front, looking for you as he sees you standing by the door.  You look incredibly beautiful, your hair and makeup perfect as always. You look so cute in your outfit and your smile as you see him is utterly breathtaking. His heart warms at the thought of you. 

"Hey" you say running up to him "you ready?" Your eyes sparking with excitement as he pulls you in a for a big hug, kissing the top of your head.  "I'm so glad you came YN" he said, hugging you tight.  Your heart fluttered as you hug him back, his body flush against yours, molded perfectly together.  He pulls back as you do the same, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the doors.

The next few weeks go on as normal. You talk with Komori everyday, sharing everything about your day and your life.  He tells you about an interview he has coming up and you say your excited to watch. You sit back, pulling up the live interview on your phone as you tune in just in time for the beginning. 

"Komori Motoya, Libero for the every popular EJP Raijin, joins us now!  Komori thank you so much for coming" the interviewer says as Komori smiles and nods "thank you for having me." 

They go on to talk about the normal stuff, volleyball and such. Then one question catches your interest.  "So Komori, tell us, is there anyone special in your life? A girlfriend perhaps?" The interviewer asks.  You see Komori smile as a small blush creeps on his face. 

"Well actually their is" he said "but umm I don't feel comfortable saying anymore" he said as the interviewer nodded.  You felt your heart sink into your stomach.  You talked with Komori every single day and not once had he mentioned liking someone. The thought of Komori with another woman made your heart break. You felt a tear sneak down your face as you tried desperately to hide your hurt from yourself.  You felt your heart breaking as you turned phone off, curling into your bed as you cried to yourself. You heard your phone ring, knowing Komori would be calling you. You clicked the hang up button, messaging him and telling him you weren't feeling good. 

He responded quickly with "Oh OK!  If you need anything just let me know! XOXO" the text crushed you aS you pulled the covers over your head, crying harder and harder until sleep took over.  

Komori left practice in a bad mood.  It had been an entire week and you had been blowing him off.  First you said you weren't feeling good, then you said you had a late gig and finally you told him your period cramps were bad.  Komori knew you, and he knew these were all lies.  He was angry and hurt. This wasn't like you and he wanted to know what was going on.  He decided that tonight he would confront you.  

You heard the knock on your door as you sighed, getting yourself off the couch.  You had been wearing one of Komori's EJP shirts and underwear underneath it. It was hard letting go of him and wearing his shirt kept him close.  You checked the peep hole, noticing Komori on the other side.  Concerned you opened the door, Komori staring at you as you looked back at him. 

"Hey is everything ok" you said, Komori now looking up and down at you, studying your gorgeous body covered in his t-shirt.  He shook his head, getting the dirty thoughts og you out of his mind before stepping past you wordlessly. 

"Why have you been ignoring me?" He said, arms crossed as his muscles bulged. 

"I- what, I haven't been-"

"Yn, we went from talking every single night to you ignoring my calls and texts for an entire week straight!  Now what the hell is going on?" He said sternly.

You stood up a little taller and looked at him "well I'm sorry if I didn't want to interrupt your time with your new girlfriend" you said huffing as you walked past him, turning the TV off and walking to your room. 

"My new what-" he said, confused as he followed you into your room and to your bathroom.  "It's nothing Komori-"

 "Oh so now I'm Komori" he said, agitation growing as you turned on the sink in your bathroom to wash your face. 

"You know what I mean" you say glaring back at him in the mirror.

"No YN I fucking don't!  You are my best friend and all of a sudden you just stop talking to me? And what is this about a girlfriend? I don't have a girlfriend!" He said coming next to you as you dried your face, grabbing your moisturizer and slapping it on. 

"For fucks sakes Toya I saw the fucking interview!  I know you have a crush on some girl, a girl you didn't even tell me about mind you!  So yeah, I was a little bit upset" you say, getting into his face before turning and walking out of the bathroom to your room.

"Oh my god YN!!  That's what this is about?" He said, laughing without humor. 

You turn to him, tears in your eyes, starting to crest as your voice broke as you spoke to him" Y-yes Toya, yes! Is that what you want to hear?? I'm fucking jealous ok!" You say, your voice breaking more as Komori's eyes look at you, tears streaming down your face.  You sit on the edge of your bed crying as you wipe the tears away.

"I love you Toya. I love you so much and it broke my heart knowing you're in love with someone else" you said, crying harder into your hands as you rest your elbows on your knees. 

He took a deep breath, his heart breaking at seeing you cry.  Komori silently approaches you, kneeling in front of you and pulling your hands away from your crying eyes. 

"Don’t look at me I look-"

"I love you too" he says, your eyes widening at his words.

"What-"

"YN you were the girl I was talking about during that interview" he said sighing as he held your wrists, down, your gorgeous eyes staring into his.  "I- I thought if I admitted it on live television that it would give me the courage to do more, to actually confess" he said laughing "I guess it had the opposite affect huh." He said as you pulled up his chin. 

"You're such an idiot" you said, your lips coming down to meet his.  Your mouths moved effortlessly against one another as you licked his lower lip, his mouth opening and allowing your entrance.  You snaked your tongue inside as you found his, massaging it as you felt him moan into your mouth. His hands going to your thighs as your wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer.  You broke the kiss, touching his forehead with yours. 

"You really love me?" you said, knowing the truth but still loving the words.

"Pretty girl, I love you so much. You're it for me" he said, slamming his lips on yours again as he move his body up onto the bad, crawling on top of you as you worked to remove his jacket. 

His hands caressing you bare thigh as he laid beside you, hooking your leg over his, lips still meeting in a heated kiss.  You tugged at his shirt as he pulled away, ripping the material over his body.  His hands going under your shirt, the touch of his hand on your bare stomach making you seize up in pleasure as he tugged the shirt over your head. 

"Fucking spectacular" he said, studying your naked chest as he kissed you again, pulling your body flesh against his, your tits molding into his body. 

"Toya-" you breathed, moaning his name as he worked his way down your stomach.  He kissed your breasts, licking your nipples and sucking lightly, watching you squirm beneath him. 

 "I can't tell you how long I've waited for this baby" he said kissing your belly and down to your panty line.  You moaned as you felt his fingers remove the lace from your clothed pussy, leaving you bare in front of him.  He stood up, looking down at your sweet form, all laid out for him to see. 

"Don’t stare like that" you said blushing as he smirked, moving to kneel between your legs as you went up on your elbows.

"What? Can't I stare at my girlfriends pretty pussy? Maybe you want me to do more? Tell me baby, tell me what you want" he said gently kissing your inner thighs.  You moaned again, head falling back at the sensitive feeling of his lips on your skin. 

"Fuck Toya- please" you said , biting your lower lip as he kissed his way up to your pussy.

"Please what angel?" He said smirking again, a devilish look on his face. 

"Please eat my pussy" you cried out as he dove in, sucking and licking at your sensitive clit. The sensation felt incredible as you basked in the feeling of serenity.

"Toya- live, God that feels so good. Please more" you cried as he added two fingers into your hole, his tongue never leaving your clit as he sucked and licked you closer to your release. 

"Fuck FUCK OH GOD-" you cried out as your organs slammed hard into you, liquid leaking out onto your bed as you brought your arm to rest over your eyes, breathing hard to catch your breath. 

"Fucking hell angel" Toya said as he stood up.  You sat up, standing in front of him as you kissed him, your juices tasting emaculate on his tongue.  You kissed his neck and chest as you made your way to your knees, undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. 

"Baby you dont-" he started to say before you released his thick cock, grabbing it and slowly beginning to stroke. 

"I want to" you said in return before playing small locks on the tip of his cock.  His breath hitched, head rolling back as he grabbed your hair and held on.  You took him into your mouth, sucking and slurping your way down his cock as he moaned your name on repeat. 

"Fuck YN-" he groaned as you continued to suck and lick.  He pulled you off his cock, lifting you up to kiss you.  You pulled away, crawling on the bed as you shook your ass in his direction. He stroked his cock at the sight of your gorgeous form.  You looked over your shoulder, eyes inviting him to come and fuck you.  He come on the bed, arm going under you before he flipped you onto your back and looked at you. 

"The first time I'm making love to you, I want to look you in the eyes.  I want to look how beautiful you look on my cock angel" he said before kissing you hard.  You moaned into his mouth, grabbing his biceps as you felt his cock probe your wet entrance. 

You felt him slowly push in, your body stiffening at his thickness as your mouth went slack.  His eyes watched you as yours rolled back into your head at the delicious stretch. 

"Fuck" he groaned out, still pushing into you, looking down between you to see how far he was in. 

"So tight baby- fuck so perfect" he said as you moaned again.  Once he was fully inside, he looked into your eyes "I love you so much YN" he said as you smiled back.

"I love you too Toya" you said as he kissed you deeply, pulling his cock back and pushing in deep, causing you're mouth to fall slack.  He slowly picked up the pace, not going too fast or too slow but allowing for you both to feel incredible pleasure. 

"I'm close love" you said as you felt your orgasm creeping closer.

"Me too" he groaned feeling your pussy clench around his rock hard cock.

He kissed you harder, his pace quickening and his rhythm changing as he broke from your mouth, moaning.

His head went to your neck as you felt your orgasm crest, your pussy clamping down on his cock as he groaned loudly. 

"Fuck I love you I love you so much" he said, stilling deep inside you as you felt his cock pulse, his hips pushing into yours as your nails dug into his biceps.  "I love you Toya" you cried out, riding your orgasm out together. 

You both heaved, trying to catch your breath as he kissed your shoulder, his face coming to rest in the crook of your neck.  You rubbed his back as he slowly lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours. 

"Was our first-time makeup sex?" He said as you laughed out loud, a huge smile crossing his face and a laugh coming out. 

 "Well, I mean, it was technically our first fight." You say shrugging below him. 

"I mean, it was more of a misunderstanding" he corrected as you looked at him.

 "I can't believe you actually thought I was keeping a secret from you" he said. 

 "Well, I mean you were technically but it was a good secret" you said kissing his lightly.

"Yeah it was" he said, rolling off of you and hauling you into him. 

"It would seem we have some things to talk about" he said. 

"Yeah we do but it's all good things" you said snuggling close. 

"I love you so much YN" he said kissing your forehead.

"I love you too Motoya" 

You cheer louder as Motoya makes an incredible receive, helping the team to score the final point to win the match.  As the team thanks their fans, you cheer and scream as he watches you, smiling up at you as you smile and wave back. 

After the game, you run down to the court, awaiting the team. You notice the usual fan girls gathering, many of them glaring at you but you pay no mind to them.

When he sees you, he immediately dodges everyone, walking up to you and kissing you as cameras flickers and people bustle around you. 

"Komori Komori" an interviewer yells "tell us, what keeps you going?"

 Komori smiles and looks down at you ad you look back, placing your diamond clad hand on his chest. 

"My wife AND best friend.”

[lyssasdrafts]

THE GUY THAT I’D KINDA BE INTO !

synopsis: suna wants to confess to you, he really does. wants to finally get off his chest how much he wished you two were more than just ‘best friends’ for all these years. but what happens when a certain ex, sakusa kiyoomi, finds his way back into your life?

current update status this series is on indefinite hiatus, my user has changed since so in order to read the chapters please replace “toorusplant” with my new url on the links

notes: all characters are timeskip, time stamps & dates don’t really matter, gender neutral reader !!

includes: angst, childhood friends to lovers, unrequited love, love triangle (?), referenced/mentioned break up, exes to friends/lovers, eventual happy ending(?), might end up doing two alternative routes for the ending

taglist for this smau is now open !!

relationships: suna rintarou x gn! reader, sakusa kiyoomi x gn! reader

characters: gender neutral! reader, suna rintarou, sakusa kiyoomi, miya atsumu

minor characters: miya osamu, aran ojiro, bokuto koutarou, hinata shouyou, komori motoya, akaashi keiji

CHAPTERS

y/n and co. sakusa’s gc + msby.

chapter one — “it’s a small world.”

chapter two — “kermit >> atsumu.”

chapter three — “this is a mcdonalds driveway.”

chapter four — “hEy sHaWtY.”

chapter five — “very sus.”

chapter six — “ur still the boy that i’d pick.”

chapter seven — “tHE DUCK SONG.”

chapter eight — “kiyoomi slander.”

chapter nine — “tEA.”

chapter ten — “you can’t rush perfection.”

chapter eleven — “chasing miya atsumu.”

chapter twelve — “lunch with the msby jackals.”

chapter thirteen — “he’s my best friend, we not a couple.”

chapter fourteen — “pLaTonIcAlLy”

chapter fifteen — “i will have silence.”

chapter sixteen — “besties <33”

chapter seventeen — “not in the way i wish u did”

[akaashisbabygirl]

how he reacts to seeing you wearing his hoodie

suna rintarō

pictures! you know that scene where the miya twins are fighting and suna just sits there taking pictures - yeah, that’s what he’s going to do with you. he will take honestly a thousand pictures of you wearing his hoodie because it looks so cute on you. suna even sets the images he took of you as his wallpaper because he thinks you look so adorable wearing a big hoodie that’s too big for you that belongs to him <333

bokuto kōtarō

bokuto is probably like WOAH!!! he’s also wondering “oh so THATS WHERE MY HOODIE WENT” because he was looking for it this morning and couldn’t find it. he will from then on ask you to always wear his hoodie because he absolutely loves it when you’re wearing his clothing. he thinks it looks so good over you and he’s always got some comments to make whenever you’re wearing any of his clothing <3333

kuroo tetsurō

kuroo honestly just smirks to himself when he sees you walk out of the bedroom wearing one of his red hoodies. he absolutely loves it. he really does love it when you wear his clothing, and he thinks when you wear his oversized hoodies it absolutely suits you. recommends you to wear his clothing more often. but also the fact that this man cannot take his hands off of you - not in any sexual way, he just loves how you look wearing his clothing

akaashi keiji

literally the second akaashi sees you wearing his hoodie - he swears that he falls in love with you all over again. he thinks you look adorable wearing his hoodie, especially since his clothes are too big for you, so you end up having sweater paws and it goes down to your mid thigh. akaashi thinks you look adorable and all he wants to do it grab onto you and give you a big hug and kiss you and tell you how adorable you are <33

tsukishima kei

he swears to you that he doesn’t think anything when he sees you walking around your shared home wearing one of his hoodies - but honestly tsukishima is screaming inside. he thinks you look absolutely fucking adorable but he doesn’t have the right words to express just how beautiful you look wearing his clothing. instead, he just brushes it off and acts as if it doesn’t affect him in any way, but he can never stop thinking about it

sugawara kōshi

i do think that he’s another one who is going to be pulling out his phone and taking a million different photos of you wearing his hoodie. suga praises you - like he literally praises you “i’m so proud of you for wearing my clothing!!” and honestly, he just loves it?? he really loves it when you’re wearing his clothing. you look absolutely beautiful in what he owns and he really does encourage you to wear his clothing more often

atsumu miya

okay no because i honestly feel like atsumu will start flirting with you right on the spot the second he sees you wearing one of his hoodies. he loves the sight of you wearing his hoodie. it’s so big on you and long - making you have sweater paws and how it goes down to the middle of your thighs and looks like a dress on you, he thinks it’s cute. he smirks to himself as he watches you spin around and tells you to wear his hoodie more often

kenma kozume

he’s too busy playing games that he probably didn’t even realise that you were wearing one of his hoodies until the game ended and he could properly look at you. that’s when kenma becomes a blushing mess because oh my god you look so adorable wearing his hoodie. even though it’s not that much bigger on you, it’s still long and that factor is noticeable. he smiles and blushes because you look so adorable wearing it,, he just doesn’t know what to say to you

sakusa kiyoomi

sakusa acts as if he doesn’t care at all that you’re wearing his hoodie - but on the inside he really does love it. he thinks his hoodie looks adorable and so big and cute on you that he cannot control himself from screaming on the inside. he isn’t one who is going to say much about it, but in his head he’s thinking about how his hoodie suits you a lot. he only tells you that it looks good, but secretly he’s smiling to himself on the inside

kageyama tobio

kageyama actually gets so fucking blushy when it comes to seeing you wearing his clothing. he actually thinks that you look so cute and amazing wearing his clothing. the only thing about him is that he doesn’t really know what to say or how to act. he kinda just becomes a nervous blushing wreck when he sees you wearing his clothing - especially his hoodie. it’s never happened before so he’s kinda nervous about it

osamu miya

it’s already a thing that everything in osamu’s closet also belongs to you - so it’s not really something new to him to see you wearing any of his clothing, but when he sees you wearing his gigantic hoodie - oh my god his jaw has dropped. he thinks you look gorgeous wearing a hoodie that’s way too big for you and how cute it is just resting on your body. he makes sure to hold you close almost as if he’s trying to keep you as his forever

hinata shōyō

hinata is another one of those boys who is going to just blush and have absolutely no idea what to say when he sees you walk out wearing his hoodie. it was the first time you had ever worn any of his clothing and he thinks it looks amazing on you. blushing and stumbling over his words, hinata tells you that you look so cute wearing his clothing and then just continues to blush whenever he locks eyes with your figure anywhere in the house

kita shinsuke

when kita sees you wearing his hoodie, he smiles to you and tells you that you look beautiful. he’s such a gentleman when it comes to this - he’s always going to be complimenting you about how adorable you are and how beautiful you look when you’re wearing his clothing. he encourages you to wear his clothing more often and tells you that you look beautiful wearing his clothing and he would be happy to see you wear more

oikawa tōru

another one who just starts flirting with you out of nowhere. he’s got the duality. one minute he’s like “babe have you seen my teal coloured hoodie??” and the next minute he’s like “whats cookin’ good lookin’” and please it just makes you laugh. aside from the jokes, oikawa just cannot stop staring at you because you look so pretty. he will tell you that, obviously once he’s finished with the amount of cheesy pick up lines

iwaizumi hajime

he’s the type who would just nod his head and be like “i like your outfit” without even realising that you’re wearing his hoodie until after he takes a proper look. after that, iwaizumi just begins blushing because oh my god you look cute wearing his clothing. he loves how big his hoodie is on you and really likes it when you wear it. he probably stutters after noticing and rubs the back of his neck a lot while watching you with a smile on his face

ushijima wakatoshi

HONESTLY THIS MAN!!! he will look at you, take in the fact that you’re wearing one of his purple coloured hoodies and just nod his head at you and tell you that it “looks good”. he doesn’t really say much either. yes, he does think a lot about how beautiful and cute you are wearing his hoodie, he’s just not the very vocal person to compliment you every five seconds about how you’re looking wearing his clothes <33

tendou satori

tendou has one of those jaw dropping moments when he sees you wearing one of his hoodies. he also pulls out his phone to take a million photos of you because you rarely get the chance to wear his hoodies, and he just wants this moment to last forever. the whole, “take a picture it’ll last forever” moment. he absolutely loves it and it makes him smile a lot to see that you’re wearing his clothing - he loves you so much <33

yamaguchi tadashi

blushing messy baby who has absolutely no idea what to do or say when he sees you walk out of the room dressed up in his hoodie and your favourite pair of leggings. you look stunning!! so beautiful with your hair tied up in a messy bun and all. he loves the way that you look right now, the main feature of you being his hoodie that you’re wearing. he just smiles to himself as he tries to get the courage to tell you how cute you look right now and always

komori motoya

komori is also someone who is going to be one of those blushing messes because he absolutely has no idea what to say when he sees you wearing his clothing. you look adorable, so freaking beautiful and he has absolutely no idea what to say to you. he says something along the lines of “you look cute wearing my hoodie” and that’s probably all. he starts fiddling with his fingers with a smile on his face as he watches you

tanaka ryūnosuke

tanaka is ceo of having the biggest reaction when he sees you wearing his hoodie. screams. he literally fucking screams. it’s just the fact that you look so beautiful when you’re wearing his clothing and so absolutely amazing that he cannot help himself. he’s literally screaming and all around you telling you that his hoodie suits you so much and how you look amazing and honestly a million other sweet compliments about you <3

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[dira333]

Hello hello! I hope you’re having a good day/ night I was wondering if I could be set up with someone from Haikyuu :)

I am, thank you for asking.

So I was shuffling my cards and thinking about who to set you up with...

And your first Date will be with... Komori Motoya.

He's fun, he's compassionate, he's caring. He's used to all kinds of characters, like his introverted cousin Sakusa or his newer teammates Suna and Washio.

He's going to pick you up to go Karaoke, but since not everyone is into making a fool of themselves, this Karaoke bar has also a comedy night option, so you can decide to go for a good laugh instead. Whatever you feel like. Drinks are most definitely on him.

So, what do you say? Will you accept?

[totiredtowrite]

Bully

Warnings - cursing, himbo reader (and that means muscles so if you don't got those jus pretend), sorta mean sakusa, extremely self indulgent so reader is shorter, kind of risque sometimes but it's sfw (like everything on my page)

Note: I did it bc mean sakusa and I am down bad for bullies

Cough bakugou cough

Male Reader - Fem Readers DNI like at all, I'll block you. It's not that hard to understand.

It doesn't take much to get on Sakusa's bad side.

Be annoying, be gross, be handsy, and he's already got you in his bad books.

You though. You, apparently, decided to take it the long way. Of course he noticed. It would be hard not to, if you've got a wide eyed, muscular, puppy of a boy following you around. In class, you had your eyes on him. At practice matches and games? There too, in the front row. You always peered at him, watching what he did, wide eyed and innocent.

He's no psychological genius, but he can just tell. He can tell that you want him to look back, that you want him to notice your very obvious pining. He doesn't know why he found it so agitating. Maybe he just didn't like how blatantly you looked at him, if that made sense at all. You, being so airheaded, only seemed to chase after your goals like a dog. Biceps the size of his head, yet not a coherent thought in yours. Maybe you were more complex than that. Still, Sakusa had no mind to find out.

It's like he could see it, the non existent tail wagging behind you.

So, he started small. Why not give you the attention, right? He tried to be nice at first. He really did, but it was just so easy. You'd get ecstatic whenever he even asked you a question about school. (Which is the nicest thing he'd done). He came to find out that any insults he threw your way went right over your head. Why not take advantage of that fact?

"You know Omi, you can't pick on him forever." Komori sighed. You've been admiring him from the second year, Komori knew that. Apparently though, only in their third year did Sakusa notice.

Sakusa scoffed. "I don't pick on him."

"Yeah, you kind of do." Motoya shrugged, throwing the can that was in his hand in the trash. "Why're you so mean to him anyways? S'not like he's doing anything to you."

Sakusa momentarily paused. He wouldn't admit how he doesn't know just why he hates you. He was certain, every time he saw you, that he wanted to be so mean. Push you around, make you look at him with nervousness and shock through teary eyes. So certain, but then he saw you smile or bounce on your heels excitedly, and he'd feel like taking you somewhere far away where you didn't need to be tainted by the world.

Yeah, none of that was very characteristic of him.

So, of course, he just settled with a simple "I dunno."

Knowing not to push it any further, Komori didn't say anything else.

Their walk was short and brisk. They were only headed to the library, needing to pick something up, so the trip shouldn't be too long. Sakusa didn't need anything really, he just wanted to go along. Another uncharacteristic thing for him, but it's not like he had anything better to do.

School let an hour ago and practice was cancelled. He wasn't just going to sit around. (Motoya forbade him from practicing on his own. Some "take a break sometime" or "don't overwork" bullshit). Doesn't mean he won't go out though.

Approaching the glass doors of the library, Motoya tilted his head slightly. "I only need a couple psych books." He explained, absentmindedly opening the door and walking in. Sakusa nodded, following him in. He didn't go to the public library much, settling on what the school had if he needed anything. Still, he found the place rather comforting.

"Go find a table. I'll meet you in ten minutes maybe? Fifteen?" Komori's voice dropped in volume a bit.

"Sure." Sakusa said.

His cousin have him a grateful look, turning and walking off, presumably to one of the upper floors where the school related books were.

Sakusa sighed through his mask, turning on his heel to go find a table. They were in the west part of the library, surrounded by some bookshelves. Finding a somewhat secluded one, he dropped his bag down on the table and slid into a chair. With another sigh, he turned his attention elsewhere.

From where he was he could see two more tables that were farther away from his, as well as more bookshelves.

He let his gaze wander and glaze over in thought. Why was he so mean to you? After all, the only things you've ever done was watch him with stars in your eyes. He knew a multitude of people who would gladly have an admirer like that. Well, maybe not Ushijima, (who was out in college by now), but at least he wouldn't pick on them.

And speak of the devil.

His sight caught on you at one of the two tables in his vision. Along with...one other guy. He furrowed his brows. Has he seen you with him before? Maybe. What were you doing together? We're you...no, there's no way you were even into guys. Well, not that he would know. You were smiling at him. More turmoil brewed in the pit of his stomach.

Your friend, (he hoped it was your friend), patted your head, saying something he couldn't hear. It's like Sakusa could see the folded puppy ears on your head. His air was getting progressively darker and more threatening. Why was he even getting jealous? Some childish notion, maybe. He didn't like that you were giving such adoring attention to someone else.

Your friend, who had taken his bag, was well out of sight by now. Kiyoomi could only assume that he left. You turned away from the door, scribbling a few things down in a notebook. Sakusa's seen that notebook. You used it in class.

He tapped his foot, a hand coming up to his chin. He looked annoyed, if anything. You didn't even seem to notice him there, which further irked him.

Sakusa turned on his phone to check the time. It's only been five minutes. He wasn't sure how much longer he could sit here for. How is it that you only caught his attention when you weren't vying for it? At this point, Kiyoomi was so used to you hovering around him, practically begging for his attention, that when you weren't it was...different. Different and not even remotely okay.

That combined with how you were relishing in the company of some 'friend' earlier, and he was livid. He felt the need to prove that you only wanted his attention, that you only needed his attention. He knew he wasn't acting , or thinking, like himself. He acknowledged it, and he ignored it. Hell, you didn't even know he was there! There was no reason for him to react so intensely.

He checked the time again. Three more minutes have passed.

He shoved the chair out, (rather harshly), to stand up. Upon hearing the noise, you turned your head up to see him approaching you.

"Sakusa-san!" You squeaked.

"(L/n)." He said back. His voice was low, threatening. You nervously watched him slam his hands down in the table in front of you, black eyes focused on your face.

"What do you-uh, want?" You smiled at him, practically buzzing in excitement in your chair. The library chairs were a little tight, your thighs pressed flush together. Sakusa let his eyes wander, eventually landing your face once more. You, noticing his gaze, laughed slightly. "The chairs are a bit of a tight fit, huh?"

"(L/n)." He says again, leaning in further. "Who were you just with?" Why was he asking that? He didn't care. He just wanted to know. Morbid curiosity. You shuffled in your chair again. He moved around the table, a slow, stalking act. You sat rigid in your chair.

"You know him right?" You turned, standing up. You rested your hands against the table, rocking back against it in a nervous, jittery motion.

"No," He said. His hand was on the back of your chair, the only thing separating you. "Mind explaining?" He moved the chair harshly. You pressed back into the table further.

"Just-He's a good friend!" You looked up at him, grip on the table tightening when he moved in closer. In truth, he wasn't sure why he was doing any of this. It was like something possessed him, blowing his minor jealousy out of proportion. He wanted to prove that you only gave him those adoring looks, he wanted to have his hands on you.

Your breath hitched in the base of your throat. He placed his hands by your sides, leaning in a bit closer. "Sakusa-san?" You laughed habitually to take the edge off, wide eyes sparkling up at him. This time, his breath caught in his throat. You looked so...innocent. So open.

You didn't know what to think. You knew you weren't all that emotionally intelligent. Even still, you could tell that something was up. On any normal day, he'd just comment on your lack of sense or bump into you a little too hard. Really, usually he just ignored you.

"A good friend," he echoed. You nodded, watching with uncertainty when his right hand lifted to your head. The butterflies in your stomach felt like a warning, a 'DANGER' written in blaring red lights. It was hard not to melt, though, when he gingerly pet your hair. It was where your friend had his hand.

You leaned into his touch. It almost burnt, but in a good way. A way that made you want to walk right into the fire and stay there. He narrowed his eyes. What was he doing? His grip turned harsh, clutching your hair in his hand.

You let out a startled whimper. He pulled your head back slightly, making you look him in his eyes. His free hand pulled his mask down. "Why do you look so shocked," he whispered. It didn't sound meek by any means, it felt loud enough to you. "You wanted my time right? My attention?"

You nodded best you could, excitement buzzing through you again. He let go of your hair, hand moving down to the base of your neck. Surprisingly, he didn't feel disgusted. If anything, touching you, it felt...oddly good. It's like he could keep his hands on you forever.

His gaze drifted down to your lips. Pretty, soft looking, quivering. Sakusa's hands were big. not big and muscular, no, more lithe. Long. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, other fingers still on the back of your neck. "So pretty," he murmured. "Such a pretty boy." He didn't think to sing the praise. It just slipped out. Not like he was going to make a move to take it back though, not when it's escalated this far.

His hand was warm. Surprising, as it seems like he's the kind of guy to have deathly cold hands. You rubbed your muscular thighs together at his words. Noticing the movement, he let out a shaky breath. You felt it on your lips. His breath, unsurprisingly, was minty. Cold.

You whimpered again, leaning in. You could see every little detail of his face. The moles above his thick eyebrows, the small cracks on his lips. So close. One gust of wind and your lips would connect. His eyes lidded, reciprocating your movement and-

"Am I..uh, interrupting something?"

Sakusa practically jumped off of you. "No! No, you're not." He quickly regained his cool. Motoya nodded, brows raised in suspicion.

"Well I've got what I need. Ready to go?" He said.

Sakusa nearly bolted back to where he had set his things, pulling his mask back up onto his nose. "Yeah. Fine." He pulled his bag on his shoulder. Motoya waved to you. You knew that he saw some of it, at most. He turned to walk away, Sakusa following in suit behind him.

Before he left your line of vision, he shot one last glance your way. You weren't sure how to read it, though you could at least see the lingering desire in his iris.

With that, he left your sight, leaving you disheveled and confused against the table.

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[flyingwargle]

natsu stumbles out from her bedroom, rubbing sleep from her eye, dragging her fingers across the wall to guide her to the kitchen. she pours herself a cup of water to hydrate after a late night of watching vnl highlights and muffling her cheers into her blanket, shuffling into the living room to sit on the couch.

that was her plan, until she sees her brother sprawled across it, aimlessly channel surfing, the volume turned low. he glances at her. “morning. you’re up late.”

“it’s our rest day. what about you? don’t you have some crazy pro athlete regiment to follow?”

“i already went for a run while you were snoozing.”

oh, so she didn’t hallucinate the knocks on her door, or its creak. she looks away with a pout. “you could’ve woke me.”

“you look tired, so i didn’t want to bother you. no plans for today?”

“i have homework. no, you can’t help,” natsu adds before he can offer. last time he tried, she ended up tutoring him how to do algebra. “are you just going to stay at home all day?”

he shrugs. “maybe. i need rest days, too.” it’s hard to imagine that, honestly. her brother is constantly on the move, and whenever he’s back for breaks, he’s barely home, always bouncing between volleyball mutuals for friendlies or hosting talks for youth athletes. he’s the very definition of an extrovert.

natsu, on the other hand, considers herself an ambivert. she likes social interactions but also values her alone time. that’s why she declined her friend’s invitation to study together, to puzzle out physics on her own, and maybe work on some strategies that coach asked them to brainstorm. that’s why she stayed up watching those highlights; it’s definitely not because she wanted to watch ojiro aran for the nth time.

after brushing her teeth, she heats leftovers for lunch, clearing the table to do her homework at the dining table. at some point, hinata turned the tv off, settling in the silence with his book – probably something health-related. the house is quiet, with the occasional flip of his page, her pencil scratching against her notebook, long pauses intertwined to frown and ponder. eventually, she finishes her physics homework and completes her notes for next week. with a pleased smile, she rises to fetch the tablet in her room, glancing over at hinata, out of curiosity.

that’s when she hears faint snores in the air. natsu walks around the couch to observe him, arm behind his head as a makeshift pillow against the couch arm, limbs sprawled in front of him, feet propped on the other end. she notices an old issue of volleyball monthly left on the coffee table and picks it up, flips through it. thanks to some deal he’s made, her brother has a free monthly subscription, which he sends home to her because there’s no shortage of people with it in osaka.

she settles on a section that spotlights a few jnt athletes. she’s read through it enough times to have memorized the order – miya atsumu, who managed to wrangle the top server spot from kageyama; komori motoya, two-time winner of best overall libero; kiryuu wakatsu, a spiker that rivals in power with ushijima; bokuto koutarou, ever cheerful and formidable; and of course, ojiro aran, with a fierce look in his eye, thick muscles flexing as he holds a ball, eyes looking sideways toward his teammate. natsu will do anything for an autograph.

after him, though, is her brother. the photo depicts him in uniform, red with a white #10, ball held against his hip, eyes down and sharp in deep concentration. the blurb talks about his years in brazil as a beach volleyball player and debut as the opposite hitter for the black jackals. the world has an eye on him for his adaptability, impressive jumping height, and positivity.

huh, natsu thinks. he almost looks kind of cool. then she looks up. there’s a trail of drool coming from the corner of his mouth. she’s reassured that even if his face shows up on billboards, ads, and magazine articles, he’s still her same old big brother.

lowering the magazine, she turns to him. “nii-chan,” she calls out. “if you keep drooling, it’ll go on the couch and mom’ll yell at you!”

hinata wakes with a start, legs jerking upward. he blinks groggily, turning to stare at her. “wha’?”

she points. “your drool.”

it takes him a second. “oh!” using the back of his hand, he wipes his mouth clean, then gets off the couch, presumably to wash his hands. he returns to retrieve his book. “thanks. did you need something?”

“nah. well, if you want to help me come up with some volleyball plays…”

“yeah, of course! you got your tablet? i’ll make some tea!” he puts his book down and heads to the kitchen. natsu shakes her head with a smile, about to put the magazine down when she catches sight of his article, again. then, she flips to the previous page and approaches him.

“hey, nii-chan, i was wondering…”

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inspiration: this fanart of natsu and hinata!

[animatedrapture]

"VORFREUDE."

Summary: Sakusa thinks of you as his vorfreude, his intense anticipation from imagining future pleasures. He swears it's not mere delusions.

Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x F!Reader / slight Komori Motoya x Reader

Word count: 4.5k

Genre & Content Warnings: Slight angst. NSFW. Dark content. Yandere behavior. Porn with Plot. Incel/Bully!Sakusa. Virgin!Reader. Abuse. Non-con. Blackmail. Coercion. Misogyny. Slut-shaming. Slight manipulation and mindbreak. Fingering. Corruption. Defloration. Degradation. Vaginal penetration. Creampie.

Notes: Thank you soooo much to the lovely anon who commissioned this! Took a lot longer than it should've cause academics kept cutting in & joint with my anxiety. But yeah, thank you so much :') Thank you Faiwy for the final beta !! <3

If you're thinking about commissioning me, please refer to this post.

You’re a constant, Sakusa thinks.

For as long as he can remember, you’ve been following him and Komori like a lost puppy—whenever they were, you were sure to be there. He can’t think far back enough to remember when it started, but you were insignia of constancy, that was all Sakusa knew.

He listens intently while you talk to Komori from beside him, voice low and stumbling over your words every so often—he knows you're going out of your way to avoid saying something he could use to pull you apart with, piece by piece like a frail little toy.

"How did the test from yesterday go?" Komori questions you, right as your trio made it to the cafeteria.

Your easy-going smile falters at the mention of it. Sakusa already knows the answer. He shares that class with you, after all. He had the front row seat to see your face flushed with humiliation and how rigid your body grew when the professor told you Sakusa would be tutoring you.

Reminding him that out of everything about you, the way you wore your heart on your sleeve is something that insistently rubbed him the wrong way.

First, because he starts thinking about how easy you make it for people to take advantage of you; it makes his blood boil. Then, he starts thinking about every reaction he could get out of you, like how you'd look from beneath him as he used your body the way you wanted him to.

Because you do, don't you? Why else would you go out of your way to adjust to his habits? To carry around your personal sanitizer and wipes, always making sure the space you were in with them was clean.

Nothing else could explain how you strung along with them like loose thread.

It tugs at the heart beneath his ribcage—but whenever he sees you give all your attention to Komori, the betrayal sinks in, and he's reminded what kind of a woman you are.

A whore.

As you laughed nervously, taking a seat across from them, Sakusa wonders if you're having fun, wonders if for a moment you're riddled with guilt as you flirt with his cousin and him at the same time, in the same breath.

"N-no, it didn't turn out very well," you admit in between stutters, embarrassment creeping back in.

Komori frowns empathetically, "I could help you, you know—"

The sparkle in your eyes is quick to appear. God, you're so cunning. It makes Sakusa consider that maybe you failed the test on purpose, thinking this would happen—but that would be giving you more credit than due. You're just a dumb little girl.

"I'm already tutoring them," Sakusa interrupts, and he's unsure whether to be delighted or angered at the way your face falls sullen.

"O-oh right, but—but I'd love to get your help, Motoya-kun—"

The scoff Sakusa lets out is loud, loud enough to make you wince. "You're dumb enough as it is, you don't need distractions," his words come slicing like knife. You sink in your seat.

Komori laughs awkwardly, giving you a smile—sheepish and apologetic—he's so kind, he's always so kind.

Sometimes you wonder how they're actually cousins; until you're reminded that Sakusa hadn't always been this mean to you. He had always been cautious, but he wasn't ever mean like he was out to get you at every ragged edge.

Somehow, though, the closer you got to him—past his defenses and indifference towards you—the meaner he's gotten.

You were like a moth to a flame, not in the sense that you were attracted to its light, but more so like being punished with burn after burn the closer you got.

But your feelings for Komori begged you at every instance to swallow the humiliation down, at each of Sakusa’s degrading remarks.

You take out your packed bento, wiping at the table with wipes before placing it down, the cousins moving to do the same out of adapted habit, until you notice Komori digging in his bag, eyebrows furrowed like he's confused.

"Motoya-kun? What's wrong?"

He turns to you, scratching at the back of his head, "I think I forgot my sanitizer."

You're quick on your hands, offering him yours without missing a beat and Sakusa's reminded of why he even likes you at all.

You were persistent with being able to stick around them. He thought that was remarkable. That you'd never been freaked out by his habits, you respected his space—something he couldn't say with the people who pushed and disregarded his boundaries. That instead of forcing him to adjust to you, you went out of your way for him to be comfortable with you around.

And he's flattered, really. He doesn't have to wonder if he had a chance with you because surely, he does.

Since he's so nice—nicer than a whore like you deserves, he'll let you know your feelings are reciprocated, then he'll fuck you, because surely, that's what you want… Right?

Then maybe, when you're finally his girlfriend, he can start training you to stop being such a flirty slut, that you belong only to him and that you’re nothing but his property.

But for now, he can settle with the warmth in his chest as he notices all the ways you try to get his attention.

Being with Sakusa is hard, even with Komori around, it was nerve wracking. Conversations with him weren't any easier, if anything, they were more dreadful.

When you ask Sakusa about tutoring you, you do it over lunch just so you avoid having to walk up to him alone. His answer is curt when he tells you to come over tomorrow, and that he’ll pick you up from your place; because you can try all you want to outsmart him, but he’d always catch on.

Because Sakusa was smart, and you were just you.

After lunch, you feel nothing but the dread bubbling in the pit of your stomach—churning and thrashing—because no matter how hard you try to push it down, the fact is that you’re actually scared of him.

Scared of the nitpicking he'll scrutinize you with—the way you sat, the way you looked at him, the way you trembled in his presence alone. You start thinking of what to wear, because even something as little as that can put him off—always commenting about how short your skirt is, how you're showing too much skin, how you're probably doing it on purpose.

But it's nothing you're not used to anymore.

So you tug on your fear, push it into a corner, and you tell yourself that Sakusa is mean, and condescending, and harsh, but he wouldn’t hurt you. You pick yourself up from the corner of your mind, and you repeat in your head like a mantra. Sakusa wouldn’t hurt you.

The ring of the bell breaks you out of your reverie. It reminds you that the day has almost ended, and that it felt like a blink faster than it should’ve been. Still, you pull on your things, gathering them to leave the classroom slowly emptying out.

You make a small sound of surprise when your eyes dart over to the door, where Komori stood, an anxious smile on his lips. He looks like he's been waiting for you, making your heart hammer against your chest like it wants to leap out.

Face-flushed and giddy, you walk towards him.

“Hey, Motoya-kun. What’s up?” You smile, all sweet and bright-eyed. From the pit of Komori’s stomach, something flutters. You only ever look like this when your eyes are on him; he thinks he wants to keep it to himself.

He brings a hand up to his hair, lightly scratching at the back of his head with a nervous smile, and it’s awkward in an adorable sort of way. He’s walking beside you along the corridor, it’s slow and the bit of silence between you is calm.

“Ah, well…” He starts, gaze flickering to the floor and back to you indecisively, “I was wondering if I could ask you to the newly opened café tomorrow. A-after you study with Sakusa-kun, of course,” He stutters a bit, offering you a boyish grin.

It so nearly pulls a squeak out of you, surprised in the most love struck sort of way. Your heart beats out of your chest unlike the way Sakusa makes you feel.

Your heart hammers out of fear of him—but with Komori, it's nothing but pleasant and warm and intoxicating.

Your smile is instantaneous; it comforts Komori as your lips part.

"I'd love to," you answer him softly, though an octave higher.

Sakusa finds you both like this, shyly smiling at each other like lovesick doves. There's nothing pure about you, you shouldn't be smiling that way. Especially not at the face of his cousin.

"Oi," he calls out, even through the face mask, his annoyance seeps into your skin and makes you feel small.

The blood that had rushed to your cheeks dries you pale at the glare he gives you.

"Coach is looking for you, Komori," he follows, yet never taking his eyes off of you.

"Right. I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N!"

Sakusa takes another step closer to you the moment Komori's out of sight. Your grip on your bag tightening, instinctively taking a step backwards.

The action alone makes him practically sneer with you cowering in response.

"Disgusting," he mutters, brimming with venom. "There's nothing I hate more than girls who throw themselves at any guy they see."

Maybe it's the sheer malice in his voice, or the way your eyes catch how his hand moves up—but you flinch, like expecting a hit to come across your cheek.

The pain never comes and when your eyelids flutter open, you're met with hard eyes the color of obsidian yet gleaming with a newfound resolve despite his furrowed eyebrows that suggested hitting you was far from the origin of his intentions.

Without a word, Sakusa walks away from you with his hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket.

You let your body slump against the wall. His eyes burn in the back of your head, almost like they’re warning you.

Right before you head to bed, your phone chimes once, then twice and it’s bittersweet. One from Komori, telling you he’s excited to see you tomorrow, and one from Sakusa—not beating around the bush, it says nothing but ‘9 AM.’

It’s firm and unyielding. Even as your head hits the pillow, forcing your eyes shut, sleep doesn’t come easy—not even at the thought of seeing Komori on a date.

It’s not the sunlight peeking in between your curtains that wake you, nor the sound of birds chirping outside your window. Instead, it’s the ache in your body acting like a bad omen. Nevertheless, you drag your body out of bed.

Your stomach churns but you get ready for the day.

You think the next hour couldn’t come any quicker, because you’re fidgeting on the balls of your feet and somehow, there’s goosebumps rising against your bare skin.

Your phone blinks back at you with a minute before nine o’clock but you already hear the knock on your door. Your breathing halts even as you move hurriedly to open it—and even when the air hits you as you find Sakusa on your doorstep.

You feel his eyes wander, from the very top of your head, down to your feet, and he mutters, “You look nice today.”

The blush that creeps on your cheeks is only natural. Compliments in any form that came from Sakusa were hard to come by—only because they were compliments in the most genuine, honest of ways.

Sakusa is mean, and if you were more honest with yourself, he’s a bully. But Sakusa, mean or not, is still Komori’s cousin; so you give him a smile, palms going clammy.

“Thank you, Sakusa-kun…” You trail off, hesitating on your next words, “You look nice today, too.”

And he does. The dark color of his clothes complimented his pale skin and dark, curly hair, and despite being covered by the mask, his pristine beauty seems to gleam through. Even seemingly unfazed, his gaze on you softens by a fraction.

As abrupt as it appeared, he’s already turning away, “Hurry up,” he quips, but his voice is softer because you look nice today were words that confessed his truest feelings—the ones that reminded him he’s so in love with you and that you’re the cause of warmth in chest.

Even when you strut around trying to get Komori to like you, Sakusa doesn’t attempt to deny the feelings he harbored, because you look nice today, too should mean something, shouldn’t it?

You know you’re dressed up for your date with Komori, but Sakusa doesn’t know that; so in that moment, he appreciates you. For once, there isn't one insult that lingers in his tongue or even in his head as he walks slowly.

Sakusa is nice today, you note as he keys the lock to his place. He had awkwardly placed his hand on the small of your back on the short walk it took from your place to his, guiding you along the sidewalk.

You've only been to his place once or twice, both times were with Komori, so you weren't familiar with the directions. The walk was silent, and in his silence, you found a reason to relax—just enough to make you think that this might go well.

Despite all awkwardness, Sakusa is forward. Seeing you sat on his couch so comfortably, the skirt of your dress riding up slightly, does nothing to hold back his urge to keep his hands on you.

It's a good thing he doesn't have to keep his hands to himself now, right? Since you like him so much, you'd let him fuck you now… Right?

Sakusa's movements are sly, that's why you don't question how he walks closer towards you, sitting so, so close to you—that's why you choke on the lump in your throat when his hand shoots out to grab you by the wrist, pulls you in, then presses his lips on yours.

The second that passes is only because you couldn't wrap your head around Sakusa—lips pressed against yours and body so close.

But the next second, you're pushing him off roughly enough to stop him and he's looking at you confused.

"Sakusa-kun, I think you misunderstood—I like, I like Motoya-kun, I didn't mean to—this is—" you're trampling over your words, looking at him with panicked eyes.

Sakusa mutes out the sound of your voice, all he can hear is the beating in his chest and the ache of it—the sound of his heart dropping to his stomach. He should’ve known.

All the softness in his eyes are gone. His hand, still wrapped around your wrist, gripping tighter and tighter; your heart skipping obnoxiously against your chest. Something about the way he's looking at you now petrifies you.

His silence feels deadlier than his destructive words, deadlier when you wince at his grip, whimpering, "Sakusa, you're hurting me—please," and still, he doesn't let up.

Not when he's roughly tugging you from the couch, taking your arm with a bruising grip, then he's hauling you somewhere. You thrash, panicked pleas calling out to him and apologies he doesn't deserve but you offer him anyway. All your protests are rewarded when he halts, turning to you without a hint of remorse, pushing you to the floor—his foot comes to your side, kicking you with a force that knocks the breath out of your lungs.

Bile is rising up your throat, coughing and arms shooting to your stomach to protect yourself. Scared feels too small of a word to describe the feeling that looms over you as he takes your arm again, dragging your curled up body.

Sakusa shoves you inside a room, even as you flail around and beg for help, his face remains impassive; whatever force you’re putting in the way you try to break free from his hold is futile. Of course he’s stronger. Of course, but you can’t possibly accept this, can you?

You made Sakusa yearn—disgustingly grapple on his feelings so needlessly, and nothing, he thinks, could be more unforgivable.

So he secures you on the bed, bound and within his claws, for you to take responsibility for the yearning you've planted inside of him.

"S-Sakusa, please," your begging sounds like a whimper. "I-I won't tell anyone! N-not even Motoya-ku—!"

You hear ringing in your ears before feeling the sting across your cheek. From inside your mouth, you can taste metal.

"You won't tell anyone either way," he mutters apathetically, like the idea of you telling anyone isn't a threat, "No one would believe you…"

He pauses, gaze on you hardening for a second, "You don't want Komori finding out you only got close to him because you wanted me, right?"

The sound of disbelief that escapes you is small, even the wide-eyed betrayal that flashes in your eyes does nothing to make him even pity you.

"You–I, I didn't—"

At your stuttering, Sakusa clicks his tongue, "You're such a dumb girl you don't even know what you want."

"That's not true, Sakusa—"

He glares down on you. The bed dips, bracketing your body between his knees, hovering over you, then leaning forward. His hands move slowly as if caressing you before grabbing your hair with a stinging tug.

The fear pooling your eyes only makes him even angrier.

"I hate that face," he grits out, "Always looking at me all scared, then you look at Komori like a shy innocent bitch, it pisses me off."

Pretty as you are, he lands another hit across your cheek—hard enough that you can feel a cut on your cheek trickling down with blood, the side of your ear going deaf. You’re not sure anymore if it was a slap or a punch—all that you know is that it hurts. Your vision is blurred when you open your eyes, but even through them, the insanely expressionless eyes of Sakusa are clear.

It dawns on Sakusa that you wouldn’t date him. Of course you wouldn’t. Sluts like you go for guys like Komori—so he’d just have to take you by force, make you date him by force, make you love him by force.

Besides, you look prettier forced, he observes. Your face tear-stained and bloody makes his cock throb in his pants. With your body weak underneath him, so helpless that it disgusts him and fuels him with desire all at once.

Something about your weakness, the innocence that spills from you contradicting his firm idea that you’re a dirty whore makes him livid. He pictures you painted with bruises and cuts, the image sending a shiver down his spine. Clenched fists pull back, only to land on your sides, on the same places he kicked you.

What makes you feel sick at the stomach more than the abuse he inflicts on you is the way Sakusa’s movements lack hesitation as his hands travel to your bare thighs.

"W-what are you doing?”

It's disgusting. Women like you are disgusting. You lead him on just so you can take advantage of his feelings like this—that even if he knew better, he'd still soften up for you.

It's you who lured him into this, he almost sneers at the thought. You were truly vile, and yet he loves you all the same—wants you all to himself all the same.

"Omi?' You breathe, frightened. The nickname falls affectionately, though, putting all your hope into it, wishing it would tug on his heart enough for him to let you go.

“Let’s talk about this, Omi? Please?” You cry, searching for his eyes—the ones trained on your thighs as he glides his hands against them, your dress bunched up to your hips revealing your baby pink panties. Your sobs only grow louder as he goes further up, going on as if he’s in a trance where he can’t hear you groveling at him to stop.

Strong, calloused hands stop at the band of your panties, fingers hooking, and only then does he look back up at you. Dark eyes drown you as he tugs them down torturously slow, exposing you to him in your most vulnerable state.

The same second you attempt to force your legs shut, comes a biting pain on the inside of your thighs, instantly blooming his handprint at the force. Your mouth opens to wail at the pain, but it’s the same wail that Sakusa swallows as he brings his lips to yours with a kiss so treacherously passionate.

Sakusa pulls away quickly though, eyeing your bare cunt, he brings his fingers to your slit, experimentally rubbing up and down and your response is immediate, somehow. Your slick gathers on his fingers, body squirming from beneath him.

“K-Kiyoomi, it feels weird—stop, please,” yet your hips buck into his fingers as he prods at your tight hole, “Don’t—Not there—N-no one has touched—”

He lifts an eyebrow, “You’re a virgin?” His question sounding more of a comment, because the hesitant nod you give him is almost needless when you hiss at the intrusion of his digit pushing inside of you; your walls clamping down on it, body tensing, he brings a thumb to your clit, circling with enough pressure to make it feel good.

And it’s wrong. So wrong, but it feels good because you’re moaning against your will, whimpering at the curl of his finger and at the additional finger he’s slowly sinking into you.

The stretch is uncomfortable and foreign. Nothing is in Sakusa’s mind but at the thought of you absolutely untouched, absolutely all for him to ruin. Your body instinctively leaning to his, submitting to his ministrations—fingers scissoring and pushing in and out of your pussy, the sound of your slick echoing in your ears as if to taunt you, but your legs are trembling, your gasps are broken and there’s a pressure in your pelvis about to snap.

“You’re so filthy,” he mutters, but he looks at you like you’re the farthest thing from filthy, and his comment is exactly what makes you break, eyes rolling to the back of your skull and cunt creaming around his fingers pathetically.

You feel so dirty, especially at the sound of your slick as he pulls his fingers out and shoves them inside your mouth—the taste of you tainting your tongue. Shaking your head profusely, you beg him with your eyes, “No more—please, I don’t want this.” you weep, muffled.

“Suck,” he commands, but your defiance is clear before you even shake your head, so he pushes his fingers down further, choking you until you gag and find it hard to breathe.

“Suck,” he repeats, and you relent.

Watching you suck messily on his fingers, drool and tears disheveling you, dried blood sticking to your skin, he frees his twitching cock out of its constraints.

Though hazy, your eyes catch it, the thickness of his cock—hard and flushed at the tip—your hands tugging at your restraints feebly making you panic and choke on his fingers, nearly biting down on them.

He’s quick to pull them out, glaring down at you with dark eyes, jaw ticking as his hands curl into fists; knowing what’s to come doesn’t prepare you any more at the excruciating pain of his abuse, even more so at his length pressing against your wet folds—cockhead nudging your puffy clit and making your cunt drool on him.

Both hands dig into the flesh of your thighs, pressing them to your chest. The pain on your face numbs at the sensation of him prodding on your entrance, ripping you apart and increasing the pain—your head throbs as he stretches your cunt with his fat cock, barely giving you time to adjust as he starts to move slowly despite your tense walls barely allowing him.

He curses as he ruts into you, bathing in your cries and moans, violating and invading the entirety of you. The pleasure of feeling you and having you just like this seeps into his bones, turning his languid thrusts more desperate.

“You make desperation look so pretty,” he groans, “You’re making such a mess, you like being forced like this?”

He insults you, but you’re everything he always wanted and more—the taste of your skin as he sucks marks onto your neck as if you were his to own, the clenching and humiliating sound of your cunt squelching as he pounds into you and grunts against your skin. His cock throbs inside you and drags along your velvety walls deliciously; all you can think is that you hate this.

Pressure, pain, the drowning pleasure of Sakusa all over you and inside you don’t allow you to retreat to the back of your head and forget. Not with the burning euphoria building up in your stomach or the moan that slips from your lips as Sakusa brings one of your legs down, bringing his hand to your breasts and thumb swiping around your sensitive nipples.

“O-Omi, please,” you sob, weak and submissive—just how you should be. Your nails dig into your palms, arms aching from your restraints. “I-I’m gonna—I think I—”

“Y-you really are a whore,” he spits, voice strained yet patronizing, still. “Do it, then. Cum on my cock.”

His hand moves in between your thighs, fingers pressing and rubbing circles on your clit as you cry out, tight walls clamping down on him and stuttering his already sloppy thrusts, your arousal running down his length and down to his heavy balls slapping against your ass.

Your moans come out as squeals of his name, your back arching and breath catching in your throat, vision going white as he continues to fuck into you.

His breathing is ragged, moving to bury his face into the crook of your neck in an odd show of affection, your swollen cunt pulsating around his cock as he suddenly stills, his low groan vibrating against your skin as he empties inside you.

You want to cry—but nothing comes out, all you can feel is the bruises on your skin, Sakusa’s cock buried deep inside you and his cum leaking from your abused hole, the stickiness and the sweat.

Maybe Sakusa’s right. Maybe you are disgusting, because as he peels himself from you, thinking it’s all over—Sakusa doesn’t undo the ties keeping you on the bed.

He reaches towards the bedside table, grabbing his phone. The sound of the shutter going off once, twice, over and over with the camera directed at you pulls your soul out of you.

“Omi—?” Your question remains a lump in your throat, but Sakusa is smart. He doesn’t need to hear your question.

“You’re my girlfriend now…” He mutters carelessly, “but I’m sure you don’t want Komori to see how you like to be fucked, right?”