#this is just me wanting omi to hug me from behind

[causenessus]

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part 0.8. IF YOU'RE WILLING TO LISTEN

"home and i know, it's always different. i'm the one in love."

from genesis by grimes, left at osaka university, osaka

she’s slipping her phone into her pocket right as she sees them approaching. she smiles, waving excitedly towards both of them. omi is a few strides behind him but she sees them both return the gesture. 

“sorry we’re late,” suna says as they both approach, paper bags in hand. “we got held up buying you these.”

her breath catches in her throat when he pulls out a bundle of tulips wrapped in parchment paper from the bag and she gives him a hug in thanks, trying not to linger or overthink the contact. “don’t worry about it at all, we just opened like eight minutes ago so you guys aren’t late, and this totally makes up for it anyway. thank you so much, suna– rin.”

he smiles when she corrects herself. omi steps forward and reveals his own bouquet which she receives with thanks and hugs him as well, “congratulations. it looks like everything turned out well. how do you feel about it?”

there had been some portfolios she’d slaved over and still not been happy with the end result no matter what anyone told her, and he had been there in high school, staying awake late into the night, listening to her rant about it. “i like this one. a lot,” she answered truthfully. “and i hope you do, too. thank you for asking and coming tonight, omi! you’ve been my number one supporter since high school.”

she can see his smile through his mask and smiles just as wide when he ruffled her hair. “thank you for letting me support you. i’m glad i’ve been here since day one. you deserve this–all of this. remember me when you get famous.”

she laughs at his words, repositioning the flowers in her arms, “i should be saying that to you! you’re the upcoming professional volleyball player here.” he only scoffs at her, trying to keep humble but there’s no denying it. “i’m gonna put these flowers somewhere safe. in the meantime, you guys can wander around if you want. everything’s on the wall and kenma and akaashi’s exhibits are to the left if you want to check them out as well!”

omi nods and walks off and suna gives her another look before following after him. she's giving them time to look at her art before she comes back. she wants them to interpret the photos themselves, without anyone looking over their shoulders, telling them how to feel.

but this is suna’s first exhibit, and she can’t blame him for looking a little lost. all of her shows last year had lined up with days he had games and he’d been unable to come to any of them. he had always apologized for it but it never bothered her. if anything, she felt a little nervous now, letting him see such a raw side of her through her photos.

but at the same time, she didn’t really mind when it came to him. they had had intimate conversations before; he had even spent the end of last year with her when she was all alone at her apartment. he had assured her that he wouldn’t think any differently of her no matter what he saw, and she hoped that was true. she hoped that even if he saw the worst parts of her, he would still stick around.

she placed the flowers by her bag at a table she was sharing with akaashi and kenma. they had all dumped their things there to claim it as their own and had relaxed there for a little bit before the gallery had opened. akaashi was there now as well, screwing off the lid of a bottle.

“how’s it going?” she asked, making sure the flowers were stable and wouldn’t fall off the table.

“good,” he responded simply. “more people than i expected showed up, to be honest. but they seem to be liking everything a lot. is it going well for you?”

“of course they like everything! anyone who says they don’t like your work is lying,” she laughed and looked up at him. he only smiled and shook his head in response. “it’s been good for me, too. suna and omi just got here so they’ll probably come visit you soon.”

“good to know. i’m sure i’ll see sakusa, but not so much suna,” akaashi says, putting down his bottle.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” she raises her brows, unsure of what to make of his statement.

“he only came for you, i’d be surprised if he even left your side tonight,” he answers with a teasing grin.

she sighs, her face reflexively warming at the thought, “oh please. he’s still your guys’ friend too. i’m sure he’ll come by. and it’s not like he’s gonna stay for the whole three hours.”

“you’d be surprised what a person would do for someone they love,” akaashi says and then shrugs when she looks up at him in shock, as if he’s just said something completely normal. “didn’t you tell me you used to make him food for basically every game you went to for him? didn’t you take pictures for inarizaki just to be around him? well now he’s all the way here in the arts building to see you and i have to get back to my stand. bokuto’s waiting for me. i’m sure suna’s waiting for you, too.”

he leaves her after that, and she’s left staring at the flowers suna brought her. she can’t get akaashi’s words out of her head, and her heart won’t calm down. she tries to take a breath before walking back to her wall.

she sees omi just as she returns, and he gives her a nod, which roughly translates to he’ll talk to her later, but he glances back at suna and she knows he’s purposefully leaving them alone.

she comes up from behind, moving to stand beside him and follows his eyes to see the picture he’s looking at. it’s her favorite one of the bunch, the one she had posted last on her twitter, saving the best for last. she hadn’t even taken it recently, it was a picture from nearly a year ago that she had been saving for the right time. “what do you think?” she asks with a playful smile. “this is your first time seeing this side of my photography, right?”

he turns to face her, but his eyes stay staring at the photo for a second longer as if he can’t look away. “it’s stunning. i mean– i feel like i don’t even know what’s right to say, sorry,” he breaks eye contact with her to look down towards the floor and her laugh brings his attention back to her.

“you don’t have to apologize for complimenting me. there’s no right way to say it, but hearing those words from you means a lot. thank you, suna,” she tells him, trying to keep her tone friendly. if he wanted to question her words, he could, but she wasn’t brave enough to outright tell him anything.

“rin,” he corrects. when she looks at him, frowning in confusion, he clarifies, “you called me suna.”

“oh, right. sorry,” she apologizes sheepishly, and it’s her turn to look away. it feels too intimate to call him the name and it nearly gets caught in her throat everytime, but he keeps urging her to call him it and she doesn’t know what to make of that. “any questions you have about any of the pieces? you know how i am, i can go on for hours about anything photography related.”

he turns back to the work she initially found him looking at, “no. i mean, i think all of your pictures were great, and the titles really hit. isn’t finding a meaning for yourself part of the fun? haven’t you said that before?” she nods at his question, mumbling a small thank you. “i think if anything, i’m just confused by this one. it’s– it’s us. we took this picture together. last year. but you said the theme of this group is ‘home’ so it’s the only one i can’t figure out. how is this home?”

“oh,” she says, her mouth working faster than her mind. “that’s easy, well i guess for me–” even when he turns to look back at her, sharp yellow eyes looking into her own, it doesn’t stop her from saying the next few words. “it’s here because to me, you are home. all of the other pictures are mainly centered around childhood homes but the night we took that picture is when i really realized i had found a new home. a new place to belong.”

when he doesn’t respond, the realization of what she just said kicks in and she breaks eye contact, her stomach turning as she plays with her fingers nervously. “oh god– sorry. that probably sounded really weird. i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or be sappy–”

“y/n,” he cuts her off, the knuckles of one of his fingers under her chin gently guiding her face up back to look at him before he seems to realize what he’s doing and drops his hand back to the side of his hip. “it wasn't sappy. i just didn’t expect you to say that,” he explains with a small smile, and this time she can’t look away. she feels like she’s only being pulled in farther to him. “can i ask you about the other pictures, too? i just want to know how you see them.”

“of course, i mean– if you’re willing to listen. just tell me to stop if you get bored,” she already feels like she’s rambling and she hasn’t even started talking. finally, she tears away her eyes to look at her own photos, deciding on which one to talk about first.

but he's still looking at her. there's nowhere else he wants to look; even in front of her own work, nothing is more beautiful than her.

“i’m willing. i’ll listen to all of it.”

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extras <3

suna thought it'd be funny when he was buying flowers with omi to be like "oh man these are kind of expensive and i'm broke. you think you can pay for mine too?"

omi just looked at him asking, "is she not worth everything to you? is she not worth the money to buy flowers for?"

suna immediately dropped the joke

NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE A SORT OF FLASHBACK ! i'll make that clear there as well but just so we're all on the same page <3

one more chapter of slight hurt/comfort and then we're silly again!!!

kenma continued to have a stare off with a girl across from him and would get all snarky whenever someone came to his display and not hers LMAO

hopefully the images i chose for y/n's exhibit are okay :) i had a theme going for them and they feel a little mismatched but to me every single one of them is important

omi hung out with akaashi and bokuto and then kenma before leaving. he texted y/n later about his thoughts and how well she did but he left to give suna and y/n time to themselves :)

suna stayed with her until closing

she didn't even realize how fast time was going. a lot of other people came to look at her pictures as well and many stayed to listen while she was explaining her thoughts behind each photo to suna

a lot of things went unsaid that night. suna wanted to say he felt the same way after y/n explained the picture of them together but thought that was too much

thank u guys as always for reading <3

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[reddeaddamnation]

Your future life with the Hogwarts Legacy folks:

Sebastian Sallow

Hogsmeade was magical during Yule. Lights and decorated trees, pretty ornaments hung around the houses and the carols sung all around the village. The snow covered streets brought out a cozy feeling that just made you want to hide in the Three Broomsticks with a warm cup of cocoa or a mug of butterbeer next to the fireplace. Thankfully, you didn't have to think about work these days and you could enjoy a holiday with your husband.

Sirona's smiling face greeted you at the entrance. She hadn't aged at all since you were students. "Well if it isn't mr. and mrs. Sallow." She teased. Contrary to what everyone believed, Sebastian had chose to folllw in his family's footsteps and became an auror, who turned his back on the dark arts and instead opted to fight them. Ominis joked that even though you endorsed him all those years, you became the good influence and prompted a change in him after your wedding.

You, yourself had become a professor in Defense against the dark arts at Hogwarts after professor Hecate's retirement. "Oh, stop the formalities, Sirona, its Y/N and Sebastian." You laughed. "I will always remember the times when you were always getting into trouble." Sirona joked "Look at you now. All grown up. What can I get you?" You made your orders and sat at the table next to the fireplace, enjoying its warmth.

"I don't know when was the last time I told you this but I'll remind you. You're the best thing that happened to me. If it wasn't for you, I don't know where I would be right now." Sebastian looked at you with adoring eyes, a smile on his lips. "Azkaban?" You joked. After sharing a small laugh, he continued. "But...really. You made me a better person, professor Sallow." He smirked. "I'm glad to hear it, chief auror Sallow."

Ominis Gaunt

The ministry was dull and boring as ever. Everyone was so busy and...corporate... You sat at your desk, twiddling around a feather in your hand, wondering what to do, since your work was finished half an hour ago. Wondering if your husband was as workless as you were, you decided to go and check for yourself.

The corridor seemed endless. After finally seeing the door with his name on it, you knocked softly, waiting for an answer. "Minister Gaunt, you have a visitor." You teased him, upon entering. He shot you a welcoming smile, before going back to the papers in front of him. You took a moment to admire him. You always knew he would make it big, despite his disability. He was smart and adaptive. Nothing could stop him from achieving his dreams and you were so proud of him.

You couldn't help but walk over to him and hug him from behind his chair, nuzzling into his neck. "Darling, I have work to do." Ominis kissed your cheek sweetly "I promise, I will not let you go but when we go home." Feeling you pout, he sighed and contemplated for a moment. "My love..." he tried to speak, but you only hugged him stronger. "Just five minutes, Omi, I promise. I'm bored out of my mind." Snaking your body to the front of the chair, you sat on his lap, making him blush. "Ah... Y/N, you do whatever you want with me." Chuckling under his breath, he kissed you passionately, meanwhile casting a spell to lock the door.

Garreth Weasley

An explosion erupted from within your husband's potions shop, making you sigh. No surprise, with all the experiments he was doing and new concoctions he attempted to brew. You walked inside just in time to see Garreth, covered in soot and liquid, frantically trying to clean up the mess he had made.

"Too high temperature?" You asked, smirking. He looked you and scoffed at your amused face. This wasn't the first time you saw him covered in the mess he created. It was even too many to count. So many it didn't make you burst out laughing anymore. Despite that, he had made himself the name of the best potioneer in England with a successful potions shop and even published a book with his own recipes for potions. So to create said new potions, he had to go through trial and error multiple times a day.

"Too many troll boggeys." He answered, eyeing you up and down to find something to get back at you with "And you? A niffler caught your foot?" He pointed at the noticable missing piece of fabric of pants on your lower leg. You on the other hand, pursued your dreams of taking care of beasts to keep the wild populations stable. "Ah, kneezles get too playful sometimes. I think she believed my leg was a toy tree she could climb on." You waved your hand, dismissing concerns "What were you brewing this time?" Garreth sighed, motioning to the mess around his potion station.

"I attempted to create a potion, which could help the user breathe underwater." He explained "Not turn the user into a newt!" Ignoring your laugh, Garreth waved his wand, putting everything was back into place, clean and tidy "So after failed attempt number one, this is the result of attempt number two." He never failed to put a smile on your face though. "Don't worry, love, I'm sure you will get it next time." You reassured, moving closer to him for a hug, but stopped, remembering his... state right now.

Garreth rubbed the back of his neck. "Ahh...let's leave that for later, alright?" He chuckled.

Amit Thakkar

"I found it!" Amit exclaimed, excitedly shifting in his place, barely able to stop himself from jumping. His voice was quivering from the excitement of his discovery. He had been searching every night for some legendary constellation, appearing only once every few hundred years, or that was what the ancient scriptures that lead him on his search said. After realizing the time of appearance was soon, he spent night after night for a whole week staring up at the sky with his telescope with you to keep him company.

"Look!" He gave you the telescope to see for youself and lo and behold, he was right. A constellation you had never seen before right in front of your eyes. The stars glimmered together in the formation of a figure of a sphinx with two heads - a man's and a snake behind it. It sent shivers down your spine.

"Thank you for supporting me in this, my love." He hugged you so tightly and lovingly "Everyone else thought I was crazy!" You giggled "I knew you could do it. You're the best astrologer of our time." You pecked his lips with a smile, making him blush "Ah, you don't have to inflate my ego." He chuckled shyly and averted his gaze. "That's why I married you, Y/N. You believe in me."

[soloroomies]

lifemate (Chapter 6/ Sakusa x f!reader)

summary: the night of your wedding and the month after word count. 2.5k cw. marriage pact au, fluff, suggestive a/n. if you want to be added to the taglist, please just send me ask!♡ and... i love cutie patootie kiyoomi •ᴗ• Masterlist

Your wedding has finally come to an end. The guests are saying their goodbyes to you and Kiyoomi. Most of the wedding guests are family and friends, although there are also some of your coworkers and Kiyoomi's teammates from MSBY and the national volleyball team. The only ones staying at the hotel are you, Kiyoomi, and both of your parents.

Before heading home, Komori, who also served as Kiyoomi’s groomsman, comes over to bid farewell. He raises both hands and exclaims, “You guys!” Then, he half-whispers, “I’m so happy you both decided to do this. Just go with the flow, eventually, everything will fall into place.” You furrow your brows, not quite understanding his words. “What??” you ask. But he brushes you off, “Anyway! Does this mean our meetups will be me third wheeling you both?!” You roll your eyes at this. Komori grins, “I’ll just invite my wife along!” Kiyoomi responds, “Of course, you can do that.” Komori cheers, “Woohoo!” You exchange glances with Kiyoomi and mouth to him, “I think he’s drunk.” Kiyoomi scoffs at that.

Next, Tami comes up to you both, hugging you and offering her congratulations. “You look so beautiful, I’m fucking crying, you know?!” she says. You laugh and thank her. She then turns to Kiyoomi, “Treat her right, okay?” emphasizing the word ‘treat’ while winking. You groan, “Stop, will you?!” She chuckles and hands you what seems to be a goody bag. As you observe it, you realize it’s a gift. You hug her once more. Tami adds, “Please open it and give me an honest review!” You squint your eyes at her words but then thank her again before she leaves.

After saying goodbye to a few more guests, the last ones are your bridesmaids. You thank them profusely and the four of you share a group hug before they finally leave. Now, it’s just you, Kiyoomi, and your parents.

Kiyoomi’s mother approaches you. “Take a good rest, okay? Both of you.” she smiles and squeezes Kiyoomi’s hand. Then, she turns to you and gently caresses the side of your head. “Okay?” she asks again. Kiyoomi nods. You smile reassuringly and answer, “Okay.” You look behind his mom and notice that both of your parents and Kiyoomi’s father are still sitting at the dinner table, waving their hands. You take Kiyoomi’s hand and approach them to excuse yourselves, which they nod enthusiastically. 

You and Kiyoomi will have a room together. For obvious reason. So, you head to your room together, carrying the wedding gifts you received. 

You step inside your hotel room, a spacious suite with a large living room. Your suitcases are already there. The living room is decorated with soft, warm lighting from the lamps, and rose petals are scattered around, giving it a romantic ambiance. You slip out of your heels and groan, feeling the relief in your feet. Kiyoomi follows behind you.

As you enter the room, you notice the rose petals on the bed and giggle. Kiyoomi looks at you quizzically. “What?” he asks. 

“Nothing. This is just so cute,” you reply, smiling at him.

He hesitates before saying, “You can take the room. I’ll just sleep on the couch.”

You respond quickly, “Don’t be ridiculous!” You don’t want to make him sleep on the couch. There’s no harm in sleeping together on the bed. Unless… is it a problem for him? Leaning on the door, you ask, “Omi, is there a problem? The couch is too small for you. It’s better if I’m the one who sleeps there.”

Kiyoomi looks uncomfortable. “Please don’t. It’s just…” He seems hesitant, so you wait for him to continue. “I just never share a bed with anyone.”

You raise your eyebrows in surprise. “What? I thought you used to have sleepovers with Komori?”

Kiyoomi scratches his head, looking slightly embarrassed. “Uh, he kinda just sleeps in the other room.”

Okay. So, he really values his personal space. You sigh. “Okay, I’ll take the couch then.”

Kiyoomi shakes his head. “No. Please. I’ll take it.”

You insist, “Omi, seriously, look at that couch. It’s small. There’s no way you could sleep comfortably there!” 

The two of you argue for a few minutes until Kiyoomi finally sighs in resignation. “Okay. Let’s just sleep on the bed.”

You’re silent for a moment, not wanting to overstep his boundaries. “Omi, I don’t know. I don’t want to force you to do something you’re not comfortable with.”

Kiyoomi gently takes your hand. “No, please. Let’s just sleep on the bed.”  His touch is reassuring, and you both walk inside the room. 

After that, you start to remove your makeup and change into your pajamas—a silky short-sleeve button-up and matching shorts. You wait your turn to use the bathroom to brush your teeth, wash your face, and apply skincare. A few moments later, Kiyoomi is done. Your eyes widen when you see him shirtless, wearing only his black shorts for sleep. Damn, his body is really the embodiment of years playing volleyball. You quickly look away, not wanting him to catch you ogling. 

“Oh. You’re done,” you say, your voice cracking slightly, making you want to slap your face.

“Yeah,” he answers.

When you come out of the bathroom, you thank God to see that he has put on a shirt. Before sleeping, you suggest opening the wedding gifts together in the living room, and he agrees. Most of the wedding gifts are small and cute home decor items, like candles and picture frames. You stack the gifts on the table, then glance at Kiyoomi, who is reading a note from one of the gifts with furrowed brows. 

You take a look at the gift and are surprised to see a white piece of lacy lingerie. Quickly snatching the box from his lap, you notice the bag. Of course, it’s Tami’s gift. Kiyoomi looks at you with a confused expression. 

“Can I see the note?” you ask.

He hands you the note obediently. It reads, ‘have fun strutting your stuff in this lingerie! pls give me a review of how he reacts!! xoxo’

You cover your face, feeling your cheeks heat up. “I’m sorry. She’s always like that.”

Kiyoomi just stares at you. Shit. His lack of response leaves you flustered and unsure of what to say next.

After that embarassing moment, you finish unpacking the last box and head to the bed. As you lay down and take your side of the bed, you feel a tad bit awkward, never having been in this position with him before. You glance at Kiyoomi, who is lying on his back with both hands on his stomach, staring at the ceiling. Your eyes catch the glint of the wedding ring on his finger, reminding you of a question you've been meaning to ask.

"Hey," you say softly.

He turns his head towards you. "Hm?"

"I've been wondering, when did you buy the ring?"

"Huh?" he responds, sounding slightly confused.

"The wedding ring that you gave me when we were planning this last month."

"Oh. I think around New Year's," he replies.

"Like, exactly on the 1st of January?" you ask, curious.

He hums in confirmation.

"Don’t tell me you bought it as soon as the reminder you set appeared?" you laugh incredulously.

"I did, actually," he admits.

You laugh, "You’re really something else."

"What if I’d been dating someone else?" you tease him.

"No, you weren’t," he says with certainty.

"What? Don’t be so sure! You don’t know!" you start to playfully kick him, annoyed at his confidence.

"I do know for sure. I asked Komori. That’s when I told him about our plan," he reveals.

You recall Komori inquiring about your love life when Kiyoomi wasn't around. You chuckle at his response and glance at the ring on his finger. "Can I see that?"

He notices you looking at his ring and moves closer, extending his hand to you. You compare his ring with yours, seeing how perfectly they match.

"These rings are beautiful," you say, admiring the way they catch the moonlight streaming in through the open curtains.

"You know, I kinda miss your mom. It’s been a while since we saw each other," you mention, turning your head to him and catching him already looking at you.

"I know, she always asks about you. She really likes you," Kiyoomi replies.

"And you never told me that she asks about me." You squint your eyes at him playfully.

He actually smiles, "Yeah, sorry about that."

After a bit more conversation, you both start to feel sleepy. You roll onto your respective sides of the bed, having some distance in between. Only to find both of you sleeping so close to each other in the morning. 

It’s been about a month since your marriage, and all of your belongings have been moved to Kiyoomi's apartment. You have a room for yourself, bigger than your previous one. Apart from moving out, one of the striking changes you feel is how people react to you. The news of your marriage has spread, and you can see it on social media. Not fond of being the center of attention, you made your Instagram private, avoiding unknown comments on your posts. At work, people from different divisions also try to peek into your room, whisper as you pass by, or stare at you for too long in the elevator. It’s a bit unsettling, but you know it’ll pass.

Despite the external commotion, adjusting to life with Kiyoomi has been pleasant. Living with him feels like having the best roommate you could ask for, making you sometimes forget that you're actually married to him. Every morning, you wake up around the same time. His apartment has two bathrooms, so there’s never a problem there. True to his nature, Kiyoomi is exceptionally clean and diligent in keeping the apartment tidy. While you’re not messy, you’re definitely not as meticulous as he is. His cleaning skills are a welcomed part of the chore division.

You take on most of the cooking, though not all the time. Occasionally, you both decide to order takeout. The idea of you cooking is mostly because you want healthier food consumed for both of you. You always ask about his diet plan and adjust the meals accordingly, constantly seeking his honest feedback. So far, there have been no complaints; he finishes everything on his plate.

Sundays are your designated grocery shopping day for the month. The arrangement for who pays for groceries has been completely ignored by Kiyoomi. Despite your attempts to take turns paying, he insists on covering the cost, leading to arguments at the cashier if you don't back down.

You’ve also let go of all your side jobs, giving you more free time than you’ve ever had. Kiyoomi, on the other hand, has been busy with his schedule. The volleyball season is nearing, and he’s been practicing a lot and also doing a few interviews with his team.

Tonight is Friday night, and you’re sitting in the living room, reading a novel recommended by a friend but haven’t read it until now because you used to be so hectic with work. Dinner is already prepared, and you’re feeling relaxed when you hear the apartment door open, signaling Kiyoomi's return.

"Hey," you greet him with a smile as he walks in.

"Hey," he replies hoarsely. Upon closer inspection, you notice that he looks paler than usual, his cheeks are flushed, and he seems more exhausted than ever. You immediately get up and approach him as he heads to the kitchen to wash his hands.

"Are you okay?" you ask with concern.

"I'm fine, just a bit of a cough," he replies, but you observe his forehead glistening with sweat despite the chill in the room. Instinctively, you press your hand to his cheek, making his eyes widen.

"No, you’re not. You’re burning, Omi," you say firmly.

"I can’t be sick; tomorrow is a practice match," he frowns, looking frustrated with himself.

"But you can’t be playing like this," you counter. "Let's get you more comfortable."

You guide him to the couch, feeling the heat radiating from his body. Heading back to the kitchen, you prepare some tea with honey and lemon, knowing the soothing warmth always helps when you are sick. While the kettle boils, you grab a bottle of water and bring it to him. "You need to stay hydrated," you reminded him gently, helping him take a few sips. Back in the kitchen, you scoop the food you made earlier. Luckily, you made fish soup. It will feel nice for his sore throat.

Returning with the tea and a couple of fever-reducing tablets, you instruct, "Here, drink this and take these." He complies, too tired to argue, and you watch as he slowly sips the warm liquid, the steam rising to soothe his congested sinuses. 

You sit beside him, holding his hand and gently rubbing circles on his skin with your thumb. "Please, just rest, okay? If you’re lucky, you could be healthy by Monday. But if you keep forcing yourself, this could get worse." He just stares weakly at you, saying nothing.

As the night wears on, you take him to his room. Realizing you’ve never been inside his room before, you take in the tidy, mostly plain decor with black as the dominant color and a few brown accents. Volleyball gear is organized in the corner, and his desk holds pictures of his winning moments in matches, including a photo of you, him, and Komori at your high school graduation. You smile at the memory.

You make sure the blankets are adjusted properly as he mumbles, "I need to get better," frustration clear in his voice.

"You'll get there. Just rest now. Your body needs time to heal," you reassure him.

He mumbles something you can’t quite hear, so you ask, "Hm?"

"I want to practice," he repeats. You giggle at his stubbornness, noting that he’s more talkative than usual, likely due to the fever. He continues, "I want to practice and train, paying attention and succeeding until the day I play my last game."

You realize how dedicated Kiyoomi is to his work, which explains why he is one of the best volleyball players in the country. You’ve always admired his dedication and felt proud of his progress since the day you met him. Feeling a surge of warm emotion, you take his hand and gently run your fingers through his hair.

"Omi, you’ll get better. Accidents happen no matter how well you prepare; there’ll always be something unexpected," you say softly. He stares at you weakly as you continue, "Please, just rest for now. Let me take care of you, and let’s hope the fever will subside soon."

He closes his eyes as you run your hand through his hair. Then, he squeezes your hand and says, "Okay."

"Okay," you echo, smiling at him. "I’m always so proud of you, Omi," you add, your voice filled with sincerity. You both hold hands and stare at each other for a while. Until you say, "I’ll let you sleep. I put the water here." You get up, pressing your hand one last time to his forehead to check his fever. He nods at you in acknowledgment.

In the morning after you wake up, the first thing you do is check on him. Tiptoeing into his room, you feel relieved and glad to see that his fever has started to subside, and his breathing seems more relaxed.

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005. lame ass | antipathy

"why do i have to be the designated driver again?" kiyoomi sighed as everyone squeezed into his tesla, which was probably a bit too small to comfortably fit all his roommates.

"because i plan on getting drunk as hell, and i need you to make sure i don't do anything i'll regret and post it on the internet," you replied with a grin, kicking your feet onto his dashboard.

"who's gonna be there again? makki told me he'd show up, but that's obvious, since mattsun is hosting…" tendou groaned, his phone's brightness illuminating his exasperated face possibly from the light pre game they did at home.

"i got invited by yachi. i only know her, mattsun, iwa, and oikawa are for sure making an appearance," kiyoko chimed in, trying to apply her lip gloss with precision.

"oikawa is gonna be there, and he didn't text me? flawed as hell!" you screamed, immediately opening your phone to send an absurd amount of texts.

"and i have to be sober for this," sakusa muttered with a slight frown as he drove steadily toward the party.

meanwhile, in kuroo's car, kenma was complaining to shoyo about kuroo's refusal to stop at a convenience store for the pre game and for his usual drunken snacks.

"bo… please. just give me one shot, i beg," kenma whisper-shouted, trying to pull a small bottle of tito's from his pocket.

"you pervert, stop touching me!" bokuto yelled, unnaturally loud for someone in a beat down suv.

"i hate you," kenma pouted as he stepped out of the car, the music from the house blaring loudly while people slowly filed through the doors and into the backyard.

"hey omi!" shoyo shouted as he spotted kiyoomi propped up against his car.

"hi hinata. what's up?" kiyoomi glanced up, spotting the two-toned haired boy trailing behind shoyo, a mischievous glint immediately appearing in his emerald eyes.

"nothing, why aren't you inside drinking? don't tell me this party is lame," shoyo groaned, bouncing slightly on his heels.

"designated driver for the night and you should know better, mattsun throws 'ragers'. hi kenma," kiyoomi's smile widened as he sent some super inconspicuous messages to the group chat. kenma waved casually, having convinced bokuto to do shots with him, and more focused on plodding into the house.

in the kitchen, kenma immediately grabbed some jello shots from the fridge while bokuto poured an unnatural amount of vodka into a cup. as kenma began downing shots, he attracted attention from multiple people, mattsun and iwa being the first to join in on the fun. once the kitchen got too crowded, kenma wandered to the couch to people-watch in his drunken splendor. as he relaxed, a particular voice began to catch his interest, a voice he had grown to hate.

"omi, he's here. in the flesh, lurking around like a lame ass," you whined, causing kenma's ears to physically perk up.

"i know, i saw his ass and waited until you were drunk enough to tell you. are you going to admit your denial?" omi giggled.

"bro, in denial my ass. he's an asshole, an attractive asshole, but still a big dickhead, and i hate him," you dragged out, the alcohol-induced smile on your face bright.

kenma's eyebrows raised at the conversation before his head turned to catch sight of you in your drunken oblivion. you stood there, your outfit hugging you in all the right places, your hair pinned up with cute bow clips, and that big, beautiful smile catching him off guard.

he wanted to pass this off as a drunken attraction, genuine confusion from the alcohol clouding his judgment. he hated you and the stupid fact that you looked so good right now. above all, he was just intimidated by you whether that be while drunk or just in general. he found himself wondering, why did he even hate you in the first place?

so, he didn't know why he did this, but he did, and his drunken self was more than happy to go along with it.

ׂׂૢ kenma's eyes get blurry when he's drunk because he's a light weight and has no clue how to type properly in general.

ׂׂૢ yn and oikawa are influencer moots, they are actually super close and chat all the time about tea within the influencer community.

ׂׂૢ yachi is alsooo an influencer, except she focuses strictly on fashion and kdrama reacts on her channel and she's closer to kiyoko but also loves yn and they talk/collab often.

ׂׂૢ mattsun and makki are always throwing parties, they usually invite their influencer friends because of oikawa and their volleyball friends always make an appearance.

ׂׂૢ kenma tweeted all of that from the bathroom and fell asleep, kuroo had to collect him while doing his 'roomate roundup'.

a/n: ok i kind of got my motivation back. this chapter was fun to write. i didn't elaborate too much on the party details bcs it wasnt relevant to the plot and we need to get to the LAUVVVV of these two.

see yall next chapter babes Mwah.

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EMERGENCY CONTACT

chan was starved for you. he was infatuated by anything that had to do with you, craving your guys' happily ever after. the world was at your disposal and he just wanted you. he helps you realize that maybe you want him too.

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PAIRING bang chan x gn!reader WC 1.4k TAGS best friends to lovers trope. petnames (angel). just a lot of fluff. kissing. minor cussing. kinda fast paced. OMI NOTE hello i am back in buisness baby, i've been neglecting this series ever since i started writing for other groups. but i'll try to be more consistent! i hope this was kind of okay LOL it has been rotting in my docs forever and i finally got around to finishing it. not proofread like always.

as you lay passed out in the back of the tour van, all chan could do was look at you. there was something special about seeing you curled up with the people closest to him, nothing but sleep in your eyes.

maniac tour came to an end, and chan was absolutely exhausted. seeing the millions of lights in large venues, singing his heart out, and performing to the best of his ability. he was excited to see so many stay, but also excited to rest in the comfort of the dorms with you.

you.

he constantly craved you. he’d be a liar if he said he wasn’t willing to be pushed and pulled around by you, waiting to have a happily ever after. though, it took him awhile to admit just how infatuated by you he was.

you and chan had always been close. he was your best friend, and you were his. you’d talk to him from the worn out leather couch in his studio, before dozing off to the clicking sounds of his mouse and keyboard. just when he realizes how quiet you’re being, he’d look over to see you hugging a pillow lazily. the soft exhales you let out that blew the pieces of hair that fell in front of your face ever so slightly. 

this sight always made him happy, which is why it was so hard for him not to smile at you right now.

“why don’t you just tell them how you feel?” minho questioned, breaking chan out of his trance. 

“what are you talking about?” chan spoke up to his friend sitting across from him, pulling out his phone to check the time and avoid eye contact.

“it’s so obvious that you’ve been in love with y/n since forever. just tell them how you feel.” minho sighed.

“ah, i don’t know. they probably don’t like me like that.” chan chewed on his bottom lip nervously.

“of course they like you like that. just tell them straight up.”

“i can’t just tell them like that, minho. part of me still feels like i need to convince them.” 

“then convince them. the worst that can happen is they fall even more in love with you, chan. i can see it.” minho gave chan a comforting smile as the car pulled in front of the dorm building. 

chan couldn’t help but wonder if minho was right; if you did like him and he was being silly. but it wasn’t a work of chan’s if he wasn’t busting his ass over it. so he was going to do everything in his power tonight to show you. to prove his love for you was shatter - resistant.

unbuckling his seatbelt, he walked to the back of the van and nudged everyone awake. you blinked groggily, grabbing his wrist to stablize yourself as the bodies next to you pushed around to get up and hurry to finally be home and unpack. 

“did you sleep well?” chan looked at you with so much love, pulling you up gently. “hi channie, i slept okay.” you leaned into his side sleepily as he walked with you out and into the house.

“that’s good, are you hungry at all?” he questioned, parting away from you so you could take off your shoes.

“a little bit.” taking off your shoes, you place them on the rack next to the door and follow behind chan.

“i’ll make you something. i think the rest of the boys are gonna sleep for the night, but i want you to eat before bed.” he mumbles, watching as you sit yourself down at the island.

“you take care of me too much, i can just have cup noodles or something.” you yawn, lying your head on your arms.

“rice and meat okay? cup noodles all the time isn’t good for you.” 

“whatever you say, channie.”

“good. go wash up and get comfortable, okay? it won’t take me very long.” he signals for you to go, so you begrudgingly get up towards the bathroom.

while you’re washing up, chan takes it upon him to turn on the stove and take out a pan. he preps meats and vegetables in silence, listening to the sound of water running through the pipes. 

it doesn’t take you long to get yourself situated, neither does it take chan very long to make your food. as soon as you arrive back in the kitchen, there’s a plate on the coffee table that’s freshly steaming. he sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone.

you sit yourself next to him, the smell of shampoo lingering on your skin. when he sees you cozy in your pajamas, his heart flutters slightly.

“thank you for the food! i am so exhausted and hungry.” you mutter, picking up the plate and a utensil. 

“don’t worry about it, i just want you to take care of yourself, yeah?” he says, clicking off his phone to pay full attention to you.

“with you around it’s impossible to not be completely taken care of. why do you do much for me, chan?” you question, “not in an ungrateful way or anything! just wondering why.”

“what do you mean?”

“well, you always make sure i’ve eaten, and if not you make me meals so i don’t have to get something from the convenience store. sometimes you bring me tea or coffee when i’m busy working, and you do a lot of cleaning up so i don’t have to worry about anything.”

“it just makes me feel better if you don’t have anything to worry about, i try to do that for all the members too.” he responds.

“you’re too good for us, you’d make a really good boyfriend one day you know?” 

these words made him go silent, his stomach bubbling up as he began to feel more shy. he was hoping you’d get the message sooner or later.

it was plenty to know that you were aware, but it still was tiring to know that you didn’t say he’d make a good boyfriend for you. chan couldn’t help but laugh after these couple long seconds. 

“what’s so funny?” you frown, mouth full of food.

“nothing, you’re cute. i’d like to hope i can make a good boyfriend one day.” he covers up.

“hey! you can’t call me that, your future girlfriend won’t like it.” you tease, placing your plate back down on the coffee table.

“but you like it, right?” he tells you straight.

“huh– what are you trying to say, channie?” you tilt your head slightly in confusion.

“can i ask you something, y/n?” he exhales.

“of course, what’s wrong?” you ask concerningly.

“what am i to you?”

“you’re confusing me chan, i don’t understand.” you furrow your eyebrows.

“work is so tiring, but so is hiding how i feel about you. if anything, it might be slightly worse.” he lets out a nervous laugh, “i’m sorry if this is sudden, but i just wanted you to know that i really like you, okay?”

“you like me?” you choke on your words, but you swallow them faster.

“is it really that surprising?” 

“what does this mean for us if i told you i felt the same..?” you say in almost a whisper.

“then it would mean i finally get to call you mine.” he smiles, reaching his hand to wipe small pieces of hair away from your face.

“chan..”

“you know you’ve always been my angel, you practically keep me sane during every single performance, promotion, comeback, everything.” 

“if you keep saying things like that, i might have to start blushing right now.” you promised.

chan brought up his other hand to cup your face, influencing you to lean yourself forward into him. a grin plays on his lips, glancing from your own to your eyes. “then blush, i’m not stopping you.” he said quietly, slowly closing the gap between the two of you. it was gentle and passionate. it reminded him of every single time he waited for the start of things that he wanted, finally being able to achieve it with you. because you were all he wanted.

when he pulled away, you frowned at the loss of contact as you already felt molded to him. the way he looked at you could only be described as a wave of emotions that were gathering over time, he was in love.

“you’re all mine.” he assured you, leaving a kiss on your forehead.

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I AM BITING MY FIST AND SCREAM ABOUT HAND HER OVER II. WE NEED PT2🤲🏻🤲🏻🤲🏻

Let's say what happened after pt - since Koko has money & connections, Inupi & his wife were able to escape safely (or maybe not)

Omi's relationship with his wife crashed really bad after what happend. As a big bro,he always took care & protected who was younger - so he felt very ashamed and guilty that he wasn't able to protect his little wife. He know deep inside that what his wife said wasn't true,she didn't blame him but feel that she doesn't deserve so caring and attentive husband and cries a lot. So he do what he should - make sure she know that he madly in love with her and his number one priority

Well, about Mochi. I am afraid of my imagination, so leave it to yours

I think I'm going to leave Mochi's as is! It seems pretty obvious what happens, no thanks to Sanzu.

Hand Her Over II Part 2: Hajime Kokonoi/Takeomi Akashi x Fem!Reader

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tw: angst, Koko is in a poly relationship with Inupi and reader, Inupi is the "hinge" in the V, angst, fluff, angst

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Hajime Kokonoi

Inupi sits on the couch, furious.

"It's gone too far," he breathes, holding you close. "Mikey's gone too far."

"I know," Kokonoi echoes, looking down at his feet. He can't be on the other side of the room with his lover. He can't even support the two of you like he wants to. It's a shame; he's not sure how things got this bad, but...

"Listen," you add, sitting up straight. "If Mikey can't control himself, we might be in more danger than we originally thought. I'm not sure we can run forever."

"We could," Inupi murmurs, looking over at you with a sad stare. "But it would cost us."

Kokonoi sighs. He shifts his head onto his hands and tries to think. Where did Mikey stop, and where did the real world begin?

"America." Inupi and you inhale sharply. "I have contacts in America that will help for the right price." Koko stands and twists his long hair around his hand briefly. A bad habit he has to get rid of eventually. "I'll send you both that way and then ensure your tracks are covered."

"You're not coming with us?" The question makes Kokonoi flinch. He could never travel with either of you without Mikey knowing. There was too much hinging on his importance to Bonten. Which is why he can't tag along.

"No," he finally admits. "I... I won't be able to go with you." You burst into tears. Kokonoi's heart wrenches in two; he loves you. He really does. And he loves Inupi. But there's no way that he can go with you two without putting you in danger.

"I'll make sure you two won't have to lift a finger while we're apart." Inupi pulls you into his chest, where you sob. "And..."

"Koko," Inupi breathes. "You don't have to stay."

"I do," he repeats, standing firm. "I'll stay behind to make sure the both of you have the best chance at staying alive and safe." Your tears don't stop, not even when Koko presses a kiss to your forehead and wipes them from your eyes with gentle thumbs. "Take care of Inupi."

You clutch him even closer, and that in itself is a comfort to him. He's felt loved before, but your reluctance to let him go makes him feel adored. "Inupi, take care of her."

"I'm giving you a month to come get us." Inupi stands just a foot away, but it couldn't be any further. Koko already feels the distance in his heart. And it's a raw ache, the type he knows he might never recover from in this lifetime. Inupi joins in, hugging Koko tightly and inhaling his scent one last time.

"Don't forget about us."

"Impossible," Koko laughs, though his eyes prick with tears. "I would never forget about my favorite people in the entire world."

Kokonoi wouldn't be a good partner if he didn't see you two off at the airport. He holds your passports with an iron grip, praying you two would turn around and stay and fight with him. But when he hands them over, Kokonoi understands he's to face his fines creation - Bonten - on his own.

"Call me when you make it," Koko murmurs, adjusting Inupi's scarf and your jacket. "I'll be waiting by the phone."

"Get some rest," you urge him, touching his cheek gently. The ring on your finger will stay there; it's still a symbol of the promise Koko made to your family to provide for you and keep you safe.

"And don't linger by the window," Inupi adds, his own hand sporting a golden band - from Koko, but to anyone outside of the three of them, it'd look like they were a married couple. Koko nods.

"Your flight will be leaving soon." Inupi ushers you away, and Koko watches wistfully, touching his own fake passport in his pocket. I could still go with them. Kokonoi looks at the ticket counter, eyeing the various people clicking away at the keyboards and weighing baggage.

"Wait," Koko whispers, looking back at your retreating figures. "Wait!" You hear him first, turning around to stare at him hopefully. Koko hurries up to the two of you, his hands shaking and his mouth forming soundless words. Inupi frowns as Koko stands in front of you both, his eyes trying to drink their fill of the couple.

"D-don't..." Kokonoi isn't sure if he can say it. "Don't..." You both stand there expectantly, and Koko can see the desire in your eyes. You want him to go with you. And maybe...

"Don't--" Koko's phone begins to buzz angrily. He stops, sucking in a harsh breath. "Don't forget about the time change." Your shoulders slump. Inupi grunts. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his phone, seeing the name scroll across the top. Your teary hiccup is the last thing you muster before pulling free from Inupi and walking toward security. Inupi, ever the cynic, exhales and turns around, but not before muttering,

"You'll always choose him, won't you?"

When Koko picks up the call, Inupi turns away, scrubbing the tears from his eyes.

Takeomi Akashi

It's not like Takeomi to come home drunk in the middle of the day. But he staggers over the threshold, holding himself up by a thread. He hadn't been this bad since Shin died, and yet--

Something shatters when he opens the door, and Takeomi swears. When he looks behind the wooden frame, he sees a little project of yours lying on the floor in a million pieces. Whatever it had been, it's destroyed beyond repair.

"I'll... I'll... fix it," Takeomi mutters, closing the door behind him and gripping the wall for the strength to stand up.

"Not again." An exasperated sigh comes from the kitchen, and Takeomi slides down the wall, trying to take his shoes off. "I'm caring for you every day," you gripe, stomping to meet him in the foyer. "You're a lazy, drunk old man."

Takeomi burps, forgetting his efforts to untie his shoes and leaving them on as he sprawls on the floor. You approach him, face set in a grim line.

"Shoes," he slurs, pointing at his feet. "Can't get 'em off." You silently fume, but your fingers pluck at his laces, untying and undoing all of the work he'd done on them before.

"You come in drunk every day," you hiss angrily. "I have to... clean up after you, and for what?"

"Thanks," Takeomi whispers slowly, feeling your hands tug his shoes off. "Thanks, beh-beh. Shoes were really tight. Hurt." You stoop low and pull him up off the floor - your strength never ceases to amaze him - and he stumbles along with you to the bedroom. He hiccups a few times as he drags his feet, but Takeomi's mind is working at a mile a minute. It's his body that isn't responding properly.

"Y'know," he begins, wiping his mouth. "I could... we should do that thing people do when they're... together." You slide him onto the bed without responding, your eyes averted from his face. "We could... should... watch some TV and trash talk... shitty people."

"No TV," you murmur, taking off his tie and tossing it aside. "You need to watch TV like you need another hole in your head."

Takeomi laughs, pointing at each hole - two ears, one mouth, two nostrils... he has five already! "Maybe I need an extra one to round it out," he replies, leaning back on the bed and sighing. "Could use another one for all of these thoughts." You don't reply again, shifting him onto the bed fully and covering him with the sheets.

"Sleep it off," you command Omi, and he obeys, pretending to fall asleep immediately while making loud snoring noises. You grunt, putting a pillow over his face, and he laughs as he takes it off.

"Funny girl." You shake your head, the look of displeasure still on your face, and get up from the bed all in one movement. So graceful.

"I'll be in the kitchen. Shout if you need me." Takeomi opens his mouth to shout, but you add, "If it's an emergency."

"It is," he whines. "It's an emergency when you're not here."

"I'll be in the kitchen," you say again. "Five-alarm level emergencies only."

"What about six alarms?" You roll your eyes and give him a playful swat before leaving the bedroom. Takeomi debates on whether he should shout your name for the hell of it or just keep quiet and let you work on whatever you did when he wasn't here. He opts for the latter and lays back in the bed. His head is thumping with the blood that's pumping behind his eyes.

"Ugh..." Right now, Takeomi wants to swear off drinking for good. The hangover is never worth it. Takeomi exhales sharply, then resigns himself to sleep, like he should.

He wakes up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat. It's hot in the room, and... his hand feels around in the darkness. You're not there.

"Baby?" Takeomi gets up out of bed slowly, trying not to trip over himself or anything else he may have left on the floor. "Babe?" His throat is parched, and he feels like death... but he needs to ensure you're okay first.

Something tugs in his gut when he hears a soft sob, and he opens the door fully before stumbling into the light of the foyer. He holds his breath and peers around the corner, finding you at the kitchen table, holding your phone to your ear as you cry.

"No, no," you choke out. "It's just... I know everything is weighing on Omi. He comes home drunk most afternoons, and I..." You break off, then sniff. "I take care of him because I know everything was so stressful, and I love him. I just don't think he loves me anymore." Takeomi clenches his jaw. Here you are, worried to death about him when your assumptions couldn't be further from the truth.

Takeomi enters the kitchen nonchalantly as if he hadn't heard what you just said. He yawns, wiping his face, then sees you wiping your eyes quickly and whispering, "I'll call you later" into the phone.

"You alright, Omi?" you wonder, standing up from the kitchen table. Takeomi shrugs, opening the fridge and grabbing a water bottle.

"Throat's sore as hell." He takes a few swigs, then turns to you.

"I can make you some tea if you want," you reply, smiling. Your nose is still red, but Takeomi can forgive that.

"I need a hug and a kiss." He opens his arms for you, and you oblige, leaning into his embrace and tucking your semi-wet face into his skin. "And a kiss?"

At his reminder, you lift your face, close your eyes, and pucker your lips. But Takeomi doesn't kiss you. Instead, he wipes your wet eyes, staring down at your puffy face in adoration.

"Why do you cry, my sweet?" he whispers, and you open your eyes. You look so sad, so forlorn, so dismayed. Takeomi's heart stops at the sight. "Are you upset with me?"

"No," you affirm, shaking your head. "Never."

"Then why are these tears running down my baby's face?" Takeomi wipes the fresh ones and clicks his tongue as you press your face back into his chest. "This won't do," he coos at you, stooping to pick you up. He scoops you into his arms and carries you to the bed, holding you against his chest even as he sits down on the comfy king. He positions you so your head is on his chest and you're straddling him; his hands run over your back and caress whatever he can touch.

"You know," Takeomi begins, regaining some sensibility. "I once had an awful time with my brother. Couldn't take care of him for shit. The guilt ate me up for years." Takeomi swallows hard. "Thought I had gotten past it." The unspoken fact that he still hadn't gotten past it didn't need to be mentioned. You knew already.

"Anyway, you shouldn't beat yourself up over all this." Takeomi strokes your hair carefully, leaning back onto the headboard. "This one was all me."

"Omi," you whimper, but he shushes you.

"I can handle it." His shoulders slump. "I'll take the blame for this. But you're my number one priority."

"But you'll drink--"

"No," Takeomi asserts. "It's not helping." You pull away from him, leaving his chest a wet, cold mess. You sniff and look up at him, holding his face between your hands.

"We should see someone about this. About everything."

"I'd do that for you." He takes your hand and kisses each fingertip, savoring the feeling of the unique fingerprint rubbing against his skin. What would he have done if you'd been taken away from him like Shin? "For us." He tilts your chin up with tender fingers. "And I still love you." And he kisses you like he means it.

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Girl Of My Dreams - Chapter 65: Something I Need To Tell You

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Synopsis: Sakusa was the type to always get things done on his own, but now that he's forced to juggle between his successful pro-volleyball career and being a single dad, what happens when he enrolls his daughter in a new preschool and meets his daughter's new teacher? Will their relationship remain professional or will it evolve into something more?

Kakucho helps you and Kimiko out of the car, while Kenma trails behind you, seemingly busy on his phone. Ran had volunteered to stay behind to answer more of the detective's questions so that you wouldn't miss any part of the finals, but you got the feeling they knew each other and wouldn't be surprised if Ran involved him in his not so legal activities before he'd decided to do everything by the book. You can only assume he's going to try and make whatever that snake did to the brat much worse than it was and you can't say you're upset about it.

You grab your passes from the ticket counter before you're making your way into the arena. You know the place like the back of your hand, having visited many times to support Kageyama so you lead the two men towards the side you're supposed to be on. You're sad that you didn't have time to change into one of Sakusa's jerseys. You had swiped one of them from him in hopes of surprising him tonight but with everything that's happened, you didn't have time to grab it from your room.

"There you guys are!" You hear someone call out, turning your head towards the direction of the voice you break out into a smile when you see Kuroo making his way towards your little group. He pulls you and Kimi into a hug before planting kisses all over Kimi's face causing her to giggle. "Kenma asked me to get you some jerseys." He says while handing you a bag with a jersey for you and the brat. You turn your attention to Kenma who just shrugs and tells you to put it on.

You hand Kimi over to Kuroo before quickly slipping the jersey over your head. Then taking the other one and slipping it over Kimi. "You look just like daddy now!" You watch as a grin appears on her face, clearly happy to be like her dad. She was the spitting image of him and with the jersey on it was as if there was a mini Kiyoomi in front of you. Kuroo hands her back to you before excusing himself to go do whatever it is he does, truthfully you're not too sure what his job description is.

You make a beeline to the court, giving a smile and flashing your passes to security before your eyes lock onto a certain black haired male. "Daddy!" Kimi is clearly very excited to see her dad again, calling out to him as soon as you step onto the court. You watch as Sakusa's face instantly turns into relief when he sees the both of you there waving at him. He quickly makes his way over to the both of you, ignoring the teasing from his teammates. As soon as he's within reach Kimi is asking for him to take her from your arms.

He plants a few kisses on her face before he's turning his attention to you. You notice the smile drop on his face before he's reaching his free hand out to you. "What happened to your cheek Darling?" You had forgotten that there was a band-aid on your cheek covering the scratch you'd received from your small altercation earlier. You shake your head before taking his hand in yours. "Remember the cat café? I don't think one of the cats appreciated me playing with her kitten." It felt gross to lie to him even if it was a white lie but you didn't want to distract him from doing his best tonight by telling the truth.

You watch as his eyes soften before he's tugging your hand, pulling you closer to him. "Omi?" You look up from where your head is resting on his chest. He lets out a hum letting you know that he's listening. "Can we talk after the game? There's something I need to tell you. It's nothing bad, but I want you to hear it from me. Okay?" He looks down at you, you notice the concern in his eyes. You hate how you're worrying him but you just need to let him know that there's something you want to talk about and that you aren't planning on hiding it from him.

"Just kick butt out there and we'll talk later. Okay? It's good news. Well I hope you take it as good news. Alright?" You reach up to plant a kiss on his lips. "Go out there tonight and do your best, babe. And me and the brat will be cheering you on. Okay?" You watch as a smile forms on his lips before he's planting a kiss on Kimi's cheek. "Yeah daddy! Kick butt tonight!" You both chuckle at her excitement before Hinata is plucking Kimi out of Sakusa's hands, wanting some time with her before the match begins.

Normally Sakusa wasn't one for PDA but he had sensed that you needed it. He could tell by your body language that you were hiding something but he just chalked it up to whatever you wanted to tell him after the game, so he holds you and let's you lean into him for a few more minutes, not at all concerned about the looks his teammates or the fans are giving the both of you.

"I should get going, you need to warm up." You say while slowly untangling yourself from him. He nods before leaning down to plant one more kiss on your lips. "I love you." You can't help but grin before stealing a kiss and pulling away. "I love you too!" You give him a wave before wrestling Kimi out of Bokuto's hold, the silver haired male holding her above his head while she pretended to be an airplane. "Good luck and have fun tonight!" You tell the rest of your boys before you're making your way back to your seats.

Surprise! I'm updating early because I felt bad for leaving y'all hanging for like 10 days last time.

Y'all really wanted to give Emiko a beating. Lmaooo. She definitely deserved to get hit a few more times but there was a baby in the room and we were on a time crunch.

What even is Kuroo's actual job lmao.

Communication is key to a good relationship lol.

As usual, leave a comment or send an ask and let me know what you thought!

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[euphoricimagination]

Secret Santa

It's Christmas Eve in my country, so i thought of doing a Christmas special with my 2 favorites Haikyuu characters. Merry Xmas!!

Sakusa

If there’s something that Sakusa dreads about Christmas season, apart from the cold, is whenever someone wants to do a secret Santa, and when he had to participate in it. Whenever his family or his high school team wanted to do it he groaned in frustration; he just never knew what to give others, always ended up in awkward situations because of them.

Once he entered the Jackals he thought he will be completely free of them, and it would have been that way if only Hinata had stay quiet.

“So who did ya got Omi-omi?” Atsumu ask him once in their locker room

“It’s call secret Santa for a reason, Miya, is a secret” he rolls his eyes ignoring the nickname that Miya keeps using. In his pocket he has the paper that he picked with your name on it, carefully folded to keep it safe. You had been the first person he got close to once entering the team, you were witty and patient, were able to calm Bokuto and Hinata down, keep Miya in lane; he, surprisingly, feels way too comfortable with you around.

“C’mon! Is no fun without telling others! Unless ya got me?!!”

“Thank god you aren’t. Now move, I’m leaving” he says moving away from the blonde one. Despite having a week to buy your present he was already trying to think what to give you. He remembers you mentioning a speaker that you saw, some hair treatment you read about, a book that you been wanting to buy. His mind was so busy that he didn’t see you in front of him.

“Hey Omi-kun, what’s wrong?” you ask

“Eh? Nothing”

“Suure, it’s just weird that you don’t pay to your surroundings” you add with a chuckle. He glares at you softly, not actually trying to intimidate you. He noticed that you were wearing a different lipstick, how did he knew you it was different? He didn’t know, but he did notice the difference “I like your lipstick”

“Thanks! I really like this one, I literally put it in the morning and it hasn’t move at all!” you said excitedly as you show him the product, he looks at the brand and quickly tries to remember it as both of you go out of the gym.

He has an idea now.

The week pass fast and soon enough everyone was gathering around to do the secret Santa thing on Christmas Eve. He wasn’t really paying attention, he would rather be anywhere else than hearing Atsumu rumble about the shoes that Hinata gift him. The only time he paid attention was when it was your time to give Bokuto his gift, he liked watching your reactions.

“Sakusa-san, is your turn” Hinata calls him, making him finally pay attention. He takes the big box he had behind his back, goes to the center of the group with what most will call an annoyed expression (he glares at Miya when he said to be excited) “My secret Santa is Yn”

“Me?” you stand up going beside him, which made his stomach twirl in a funny way. You look at the big box in between his hand, frowning in confusion “What the hell is this Omi? Why is it so big?”

“Just open it and find out” he says shortly, pulling his mask as he feels his face start to go red. You break the wrap off and find the many packs of the lipstick that you said you liked, in all the different colors they had

“Omi! You didn’t seriously buy all of this for me?”

“You say you liked it, of course I’ll buy them for you” he looks away, noticing his teammates smirks

“Omi-Omi, ya knew that the maximum was 15000 ¥, right?” Atsumu asks “would ya have spend that much if it was any of us?”

“Shut up Miya” he says blushing even more, he had completely forgotten about the money limit, the only thought on his head was to make you happy

“Leave him alone Tsum. Thank you Omi, you’re amazing” you hug him by the waist, and even though he tense up once he felt your arms, he didn’t take them of him “Are we done now? Is there anyone else left?” You ask still comfortably hugging him

“Yeah, we’re all set, so we all going to go now, right boys?” answers Meian making the team quickly taking their things and leaving, the fastest that you’ve ever seen them leave the place

“Anyways” you chuckle “do you want to go an eat something together? Unless you have something planned for Christmas Eve, of course”

“Sure, let’s go. I wanted to spend this evening with you anyway” he says without processing the words that came out of his mouth, quickly realizing the mistake “I mean, eh…I”

“Let’s go then” you smile taking his hand and pulling him out of the gym “I wanted to spend today with you too”

Kenma

The Nekoma team, for the first time ever, was having a Secret Santa for Christmas. In the many years that Nekomata has been in the school he never seen the teams do something like this; but then again, this team was much closer than the previous ones, mainly because of Kuroo, who clearly was the most excited.

Kenma, on the other hand, had mix emotions. He chose you as your secret Santa, but he didn’t knew if he should feel excited because of that, nervous because of you, annoyed at Kuroo for even suggesting this activity, or confused because of what to give you.

He wasn’t particularly sure as of why he was feeling this way towards you; he got to know you a lot better ever since you became the manager of the team, and admittedly he liked you better than all of his teammates, but he doesn’t understand the weird twists his stomach does lately whenever you were close to him.

However, he was extremely suspicious about Kuroo when he easily guess that he got you, almost as if he had plan to help him get you a gift from the beginning. But who was he to deny help when his friend seem so excited to help him?

He knew that you liked similar games than him, and even though you weren’t particularly amazing at them, you liked seeing him play; but Kuroo had other plans for his gift despite him not being your secret santa. He made him walk around the whole mall, showing him from necklaces to flowers, claiming that it has to be ‘romantic’ for some reason.

He was walking through the games section while Kuroo was buying his own gift when he saw it. A huge cat plushie. An while it was on the more expensive side, but something was calling him to buy it for you.

(Once Kuroo saw his best friend struggling to walk with he plush he burst out laughing, he knew that Kenma was whipped but not to this extend)

Finally the day of the exchange arrived, but Kenma being himself, decided to ignore everything Kuroo say about waiting until the end of practice.

“Yn, can you come with me for a sec?” he quietly ask you once break started

“Of course Ken, are you okay? You’re quite red” you ask him while walking outside, taking his hand to stop him and pressing your free one in his forehead “you don’t have any fever”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine” he looks away from your eyes, holding your hand tighter as he guides you to the gym. He doesn’t look at you the whole way there, effectively ignoring your confused expression “can you close your eyes for a second? I need to go and get it”

“Sure, but what is it? Secret Santa shouldn’t be until later”

“Don’t worry about it, just close your eyes”

“Fine, fine, I’ll do it” you close your eyes as he walks towards the changing room where the plush was waiting with a bow (which the team teased him for once they saw it). He struggled to get it out, putting it right in front of you once he did

“You can open them” he says out of breath. He sees you open your eyes, which go wide at the sight of the gift, making him go into a slight panic “I’m your secret Santa, this was very expensive so you better like it”

“Ken, this is so pretty” you say in awe, quickly going towards him and giving him a hug. It took him by surprise in the beginning, but he quickly hugs you back with a smile appearing, his heart beating faster than in any game he ever played “You’re so amazing, Kenma”

You kiss his cheek after saying that a bunch of emotions appearing in his body. He finally realized that you were more than a mere friend thanks to that kiss; how did he not notice while he was buying the expensive plush? He doesn’t know, but better late than never.

Sadly, he couldn’t escape the teasing from the rest of the team, especially since you made sure to brag about it and hug it whenever you could (which despite the embarrassment he was glad he saw you so happy).

Sure, he got made fun of that day, but he couldn’t care less since he finally ended up with you.

[princess-of-inarizaki]

That dress looks stunning on you, but I bet it'd look better on our bedroom floor ;)

🦋Miya Atsumu x fem! reader,, trigger warning: suggestive themes/concepts, mentions of sex, implied 18+ (but nothing explicit). [note: characters ARE aged up to their timsekip! selves, and so is the reader—"kid" is merely a term of endearment.]

The MSBY party would be held tonight, and here you were; freaking out over a earring. Atsumu smiled as he waited outside to catch a glimpse of you. “Babe hurry up, yer' making me impatient” but you couldn't respond. Somehow, meeting his teammates, doubled over with the dress (which looked good at the time, but now seemed liked a horrible idea); made your stomach flop.

“Babe? Are ya okay in ther'?” asked Atsumu again, softly. “can you come out?”

Sighing in relief at the small earring hidden underneath your makeup pouch, you fastened it and took a few deep breaths before emerging.

Atsumu thought he had seen an angel, when he saw you walk out from behind the door. With your hair cascading down your bare shoulders, his eyes trailed down to the dress. Oh wow, that dress. It almost knocked the air out of him as he had never seen you in something so beautiful.

As much as the man wanted to gush on about how beautiful you looked, and how lucky he felt; after looking at your worried expression, he knew that'd have to wait.

“Hey kid, c'mere.” Atsumu gently pulled you to his chest, the buttons on his tuxedo grazing against your cheek as he ran his fingers down your hair. “Ya' look beautiful. I know yer' might be worrying about this dress, or meeting my teammates, but I promise everythin'll be fine.”

And somehow, he knew just how to cheer you up. He never minded you being insecure every once in the while, and his arms?? have you ever been held by Miya Atsumu and his impeccably strong arms? because when you spent the next few minutes just you cuddling into him in his tuxedo, as the skirt of your dress cascaded off the bed, all your worries melted away.

Before leaving, he blushed as you nuzzled your face into his neck one last time, and wondered how he had ever gotten so lucky.

“Oh wow, Y/n-san, I'm so glad to finally meet you!” said a owlish looking man. You recognized him, and gave him a small hug. “It's nice to meet you too, Bokuto-san”

Next, a short tangerine haired boy appeared next to you, and smiled sheepishly. He seemed to be jittering nervously as he waited his turn to introduce himself. “Hi y/n-san!! I'm Hinata!! Did you know Tsum Tsum' talks about you a lot?”

You smiled and nodded. “I talk about him a lot too, he makes me very happy.” upon hearing that, Hinata beamed and walked off to talk to Bokuto. Stifling a giggle, you thought of something funny.

Atsumu sauntered up to you, a blush evident on his cheek after hearing what you said to Hinata. “Don't mind them, if Bokkun looks like he's just ingested tonsa' caffeine, Hinata looks like he has coffee pumping through his veins. They're sunshines, though I'll never tell them that! annoying pigs” he said with a small smile. But the adoration he had for his teammates was plain to see.

“Omi-omi kun” Atsumu looked like he had seen a ghost as a tall and handsome man with curly hair peered at you from behind his mask. He nodded at Atsumu before leaving, which left him in a fit of laughter. “Omi's so terrifying, but I'm sure he has a good heart.”

The amount Atsumu respected that man was truly no joke. You smiled at the thought.

As the night progressed, your insecurities about the dress melted away whilst Tsumu' twirled you in his arms, and showed you off to his teammates. After meeting everyone, deep in your heart you knew you liked the "MSBY 4" (as they liked to call themselves) best.

Being quiet, you watched as your boyfriend lit up like a firework amongst his friends. But much like fireworks, they do slowly fall to the earth like sparkling dust when their time is up…

Which was… now?

“Y/n, baby? can we go home?” A tired looking Atsumu saddled up to you with half lidded eyes and a soft smile.

“I thought you’d never ask”

-

“That dress looks stunning on ya” he whispered as soon as you walked into the bedroom “but I’d bet it’d look better on our bedroom floor”

Feeling your cheeks grow hot, atsumu nuzzled his face into your neck, placing soft kisses there and deliciously revelling in how warm you felt under his touch.

“Strip, baby. We didn’t come home early for nothing, ya know?”

-

BYEEE haha i’m nineteen this year and more than legal enough to write the most deliciously explicit shit. But you know… when i find the time :’)

Ya girl is doing the toughest course on the planet. Hello A-level girlies. no no. Hello STEM a-level girlies. But you know we’ll get through this :)

Anyways enjoy this draft that i finished after like 3 years. I forgot what hashtags to put so uh yeah please repost i will love you forever and come out from under your beds to kiss you. on the lips. yes.

lots of love, Ari!! <3

[n0tananimegirl]

skts || Come away with me and I'll never stop loving you

Atsumu let out a deep sigh as the door clicked shut behind him. His eyes fall closed and he leaned against the wood, giving himself a moment to relax. 

He was exhausted.

Today was supposed to be his day off. With no practice, sponsorship photo shoots, or matches, Atsumu expected to spend time with his boyfriend at home.

But Osamu needed his help at the shop. He had nearly all his staff call in for various reasons leaving only the owner to handle the lunch and dinner rushes. Of course, Atsumu would go when Samu called for him. He had a hard time saying no to his twin after all.

So instead of spending the day doing nothing with Omi, he had spent it taking orders, cleaning off tables, and forming rice balls.

He scrunched his nose knowing the scent of food clung to him unpleasantly. There was no way his Omi would come near him with a ten-foot pole in this state. He desperately needed a shower.

Toeing off his shoes without moving from his spot, Atsumu called out a tired, “I’m home.” in greeting. 

“Atsu.” 

He opened his eyes to see Omi standing in front of him, concern written on his face. 

Atsumu smiled softly “Hey love.” 

“Are you okay?” Kiyoomi questioned taking a step closer.

Atsumu held a hand up to stop him from getting too close but immediately regretted it seeing the hurt flash in those pretty, dark eyes. He winced slightly “Sorry Omi, I just reek of food right now, not pleasant. I’ll hug ya after I get a shower.”

Kiyoomi rolled his eyes and stepped forward anyway, pulling the blond into his arms. Atsumu immediately melted at the gesture “I don’t care what you smell like, well I do, but not right now.” He chuckled pressing a kiss into Atsu’s hair “I missed you.”

“I’m so fuckin tired Omi.” He bemoaned into his neck “I missed ya too by the way.” 

Kiyoomi hummed and pressed another kiss to his temple “I know sweetheart but I have a surprise for you.” 

Atsumu noticeably perks up “Ya do?”

“Mhmm. First, let’s shower okay? You do stink.” He grinned, pulling away from his boyfriend. 

“Omiiiiii” The blond whined but allowed himself to be led further into their shared apartment. Immediately, he noticed the dim lights and the candles that littered the room.

 “Omi?” He questioned peering up at his boyfriend. Kiyoomi ignored him and continued pulling him toward the bathroom. To his surprise, also lit with candles.

Once inside Kiyoomi brought him into deep kiss making his head spin. “I wanted to do something to help you relax, I know you worked hard with your brother and figured you’d be exhausted at the end of the day.” He said after pulling away from Atsumu’s lips. His thumb brushed across his cheek lovingly “Will you let me pamper you a bit baby?” 

“Yeah.” Atsumu responded breathlessly “Ya can pamper me, Omi.”

The smell of lavender and eucalyptus filled the air as Kiyoomi slowly removed Atsumu’s clothes. He placed a kiss on each newly exposed part of his body. Lips trailed from his neck, over the top of his shoulders, and down his back. Atsumu sighed happily letting Kiyoomi continue his ministrations. Once fully undressed Kiyoomi turned on the shower, cranking it to a hotter temperature.

He gestured for Atsumu to enter first and followed behind him, crowding the setter and wrapping his arms around golden tan shoulders. The water rained on them soaking their hair and bodies.

Atsumu laid his head against Kiyoomi’s shoulder and shut his eyes, feeling the exhaustion from the day wash off him, while his lover trailed kisses up and down his neck. “Let me wash your hair, baby,” Kiyoomi murmured, mouth pressed onto his nape.

“Okay, Omi.” Atsumu leaned forward while Kiyoomi reached around him to grab his boyfriend’s purple shampoo that he insists on always using. Long fingers scrubbed the shampoo into platinum hair, Atsumu let out a groan as Kiyoomi’s nails scratched into his head.

He continued his massage for god knows how long, Atsumu was merely enjoying having Kiyoomi’s hands on him. “Time to rinse, beautiful.” Kiyoomi’s deep voice says into his ear. Atsumu pouted slightly but did as he was told and ducked his head under the water.

Kiyoomi repeated the action when it came time to condition Atsumu’s hair. While the blond was rinsing his hair off again, Kiyoomi began his hair routine, smiling softly as Atsumu watched him with wide golden eyes.

The curly-haired man spent the most time lathering Atsumu in lavender body wash. His hands were strong yet gentle against each curve and bump of his muscular body. Kiyoomi handled Atsumu not as the fit athlete he was but as something more fragile; something precious.

Although to Kiyoomi, Atsumu was something precious. 

“You’re perfect, baby.” He whispered holding Atsumu closer to his body, loving how they molded perfectly together. As if they were meant to be.

They stayed under the water a little longer until Atsumu’s stomach began to growl. Kiyoomi snickered at his pink cheeks and helped him out of the shower. Atsumu was well-dried and dressed in black boxers and Kiyoomi’s Black Jackals hoodie (something he loved to steal often)

Kiyoomi ordered Atsumu to sit at their dining table while he retrieved their dinner “Ya cooked dinner, Omi?!” He asked incredulously. Usually, Atsumu would be the one to make dinner for them; Kiyoomi was usually hopeless in the kitchen.

"I did my best," Kiyoomi admitted, a blush high on his cheeks, "Osamu sent me a recipe with fatty tuna in it. I figured it would be something you'd want to eat when you got home." 

“Omi.” He breathed out, touched that Kiyoomi made that kind of effort, even going as far as to make his favorite food. “I hope it’s okay.” A soft kiss was pressed to his forehead.

Atsumu lifted a hand to cupped Kiyoomi’s cheek, admiring porcelain skin and dark eyes “I’m sure it’s amazing Omi.” 

Kiyoomi smiled and turned his head to kiss the palm cupping his cheek “Eat up baby.”

The couple enjoyed their meal together. Kiyoomi recounted his day and the chores he got done while Atsumu told stories of his time at the stop and how Osamu worked him like a pack mule. Through his boyfriend's grumbling, Kiyoomi could see how happy Atsumu was to spend time with his twin, even if it meant having to work on his day off. 

At the end of dinner, both men entered the kitchen to put their dishes in the sink. Before Atsumu could begin washing them, Kiyoomi was pulling him into his arms and swaying them gently.

“Omi?” Atsumu’s startled laugh made a smile grow on Kiyoomi’s face “What about the di-“ 

“Don’t worry about it Atsu.” His boyfriend murmurs, tightening his grip around his waist. 

“But-“

“I’ll take care of it later baby, let me dance with the love of my life okay?” Kiyoomi expressed, bringing a hand up to cup his face, staring at Atsumu as if he was the most beautiful thing in the world. 

“Okay, okay. Sorry.” Atsumu relented, finally relaxing in his arms.

They continued to sway to an unknown rhythm until he felt Kiyoomi shift and suddenly the soft sound of music began to play. The blond smiled into his boyfriend’s chest hearing the song choice. They danced together in their kitchen as each song played after another.

“Thank ya for this Omi,” Atsumu spoke lowly. keeping his head resting on Kiyoomi, a happy smile stretched across his face.

 “Of course Atsu. You deserve this and more. I’m just glad I get to be the one who gets to spoil you like this.” Kiyoomi pulled back to brush Atsumu’s hair away from his face before leaning in to kiss him softly “I love you, baby. I’d do anything for you, on your best days and your worst.”

Atsumu felt tears well in his eyes at the confession. No matter how many years they’ve spent together hearing his Omi tell him how much he loved him never failed to make him emotional. 

“I love ya too Omi, more than anything in the world.” 

[sukirichi]

atp apart from the hurt I still feel with y/n x rin moments and the absolute need to give a tight ass hug to Princess even tho she’s supposed to be me, I AM LITERALLY on the floor rn after reading omi’s moments LIKE WHERE DO I FIND A MAN LIKE HIM?/?/?:?;€{£|£ like idk about the plot I am just happy with my omi moments now 😭 also ong we gonna trauma dump ir*s’ past FINALLYYEYDYHSHDHDHD

the plot is thickening and I am so here for it even tho I cannot analyse it. I have one question though. considering that they are gonna announce the pregnancy soon, how are they going to manage it? in the sense that is rin going to take care of the baby + act as the father figure behind the doors? because if they are going to hide the truth, due to their close contacts (between both the married couple) I imagine it’s going to be very messy. just curious.

thank you again for such a bombshell of a chapter 💌

- Freud anon

love how we’re all going feral over omi finally taking the lead like sir 😩 you’re too fine, come over here and let me love you 😩 and yes!! actually not everything is revealed yet in iris’ past buttt there are some parts that she will expose herself 😭

OOOH ooh so actually the plan was. the queen wanted kiyoomi and iris to announce the pregnancy (bcos so far only ushijima has a kid and the people are wondering why the others have been married for years and NONE have kids??) but YN didn’t want kiyoomi being involved in that, which is why she called kuroo to drop the article so it would lead to iris being hated on + this scandal would prevent them from announcing it! it was written on the last part how we didn’t want kiyoomi to be involved with iris anymore so calling kuroo it was 🤧 i think rin would be very involved tho! especially now that he knows about his origin, so he’s very sensitive about children in general and would want to be a good dad :( so yeah he’d take care of iris and the baby behind close doors IF they were forced to keep it, but iris and rin both want to have an abortion

[ramsycal]

Sila

𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎; ✿|words: 2153

"Ushi, I can't just stay here waiting until you come and get me." Sighing I hung up the phone while rubbing my temples it was a hot afternoon and I was supposed to be on my way home after coming back to Japan.

Imaushi, my younger brother, was picking me up from one of my many stops but ended up getting distracted and running out of gas, luckily I was born with my own two legs so I could walk around dragging my heavy suitcase along.

After about an hour of walking I saw a familiar place 'S.S Motors.' As much as I hated to sit around and do nothing there wasn't anything I could do in this situation. Entering the store I looked around before planting myself on the corner couch, stretching my feet I looked at a gorgeous motorcycle.

"A CB250T, what a beauty." Jumping off the couch I approached the vehicle before. "Yo-Senpai? Is that you?" Turning around I looked at the black haired male standing in front of me with a big smile plastered on his face behind him were two small children whom I could recognize from miles away. "Big sister Yo!!!!" Emma, the youngest Sano sibling, ran up to me with her arms wide open. Grabbing her I spun us around before hugging her tightly and patting her head.

"Come here little mouse." Lowering myself to his height, Mikey had stepped from behind Shinichiro and ran into my arms. "No welcome back handshake this time?" Smiling he pulled away and started dabbing me up in multiple ways.

"So how many rejections have you gotten since I've been gone, Shinchin?" Scratching the back of his neck he looked away. "18 and counting..." covering my mouth I looked away. "Hey! It's not funny!!!" Bursting out in laughter I walked up to him before placing my hand on his shoulder. "You'll find someone." Looking at me with glimmers in his eyes he opened his mouth but before he could speak the door to the store flung open revealing two males.

"SHINICHIRO WHERE ARE YOUUUUUU?!!!!" Twisting around I looked behind me before getting tackled into a hug. "Ow!!!???? GODDAMMIT OMI STOP TACKLING ME?!" "Yo-senpai I missed you?!!!!!!" Takeomi had me strangled in his embrace as he sobbed into my shoulder, his hands however were a bit too tightly wrapped around my neck. "Oi, Takeomi let her go, it's my turn." As Omi released me we both stood up before I received a bear hug from Benkei.

"Ahhhh Benkei!!!! I missed you and your bear hugs." As I hugged Benkei back I smiled while thinking of the past years when we were all in school. "Okay okay enough now it's my turn!" All of us turned around looking at Shinichiro, smirking I walked over to him and opened my arms. "Come here then." His face had flushed a few shades of red before he waved his hand. "No no no there's no need, really!" 

"Shinichiro are you still scared of her?" Omi had chimed in before wrapping his arms around me resting his head on my shoulder. "Still?" I never knew that Shinichiro was afraid of me or at least it never occurred to me, this would be interesting. "I never knew Shinchin was afraid of lil ol' me, do tell what I did to make you the first generation black dragon leader afraid of me." Sitting down I shoved Takeomi off of me as Emma sat on my lap playing with my necklace.

"Me? Afraid of her?? No way you guys!" He looked at us as if we were crazy but then again we did start a gang together. "No he wasn't afraid of you he was afraid that you would also reject him, Nee-San." Looking at Mikey I blinked before laughing.

"Yeah sure, he's not comfortable around me and that's fine, no need to make up things okay, little mouse!" Patting his head I smiled before looking at Emma who was fast asleep on my lap, taking off my jacket I placed it on top of her before placing her on the other side of the couch.

"Takeomi we need to go there's a dispute over at the gym." "But I want to chat with Yo-Senpai!-" before he could finish his sentence he was dragged out the door by his collar, Benkei waved politely as he stepped out and walked away with Omi in tow. Mikey had carried Emma back home together with my handbag.

"Now do tell why you are so hesitant to hug me." "I'm not hesitant pshhh!!!" Cocking my head to the side I looked at him as he wiped off oil from his face as he worked on the CB250T. "Oh really now." He nodded his head as he gave me a thumbs up with his signature smile, standing up I walked over to him standing a few feet away from him. "Are you sure you aren't hesitant." "A hundred percent sure! Wait no eighty percent sure... maybe less now that you're closer..." he kept on rambling as I kept getting closer.

"Shinichiro." Coughing he looked at me with wide eyes a light tint of pink on his cheeks, I never called him by his name the last time I did was when we first met after that I had always called him Shinchin. Grabbing his arm I pulled him into a hug. "See this isn't so bad is it." His arms tightened around me as he buried his face in my neck. "I wanted this for so long."

"And yet you never accepted my hugs in front of Omi Ushi and Benkei." "It's because you were always the better one out of the two of us, when we started the black dragons it was you who they wanted to be captain, when fixing motorcycles it was you who had more knowledge about it. It was always you." By this time we were sitting on the couch well more like he was sitting on the couch as I laid on the floor looking up at him.

"It was always me,huh, well I always thought that you were a more suitable captain since you had siblings to take care of meaning that you wouldn't be able to relocate because your siblings are your everything." Yawning I rubbed my eyes. "With me it was quite the opposite, I knew that Ushi would be fine in your care Shinchin, so I could leave everything to you." 

"You trust me that much?" I nodded my head as I stretched before standing up. "Trusting you was the best decision I made before leaving." "Speaking of leaving, when are you going back to Korea?" Humming I plopped down next to him as I grabbed my phone, looking into my return I frowned. "That soon huh." Glancing at him I shook my head "oh no, I don't have to return until they give me a notice so I'll be here stuck with you guys." Grinning I winked before laying my head on his lap.

"Yo-senpai!-" "You're pretty stupid aren't you." Placing my hand on his cheek I smiled. "I know right? He still hasn't confessed his love to you sis." Tilting my head back I waved at Ushi who was standing at the door with his hands behind his back. "If he loved me I don't know why he wouldn't confess already, he's had tons of opportunities."

Shaking his head Ushi flicked my forehead "You are also so DENSE, the fact that you are the older one of us is astonishing." Scoffing I glared at him. "At least I went to college and got a degree and am now working a high paying job in a foreign country, can't say that about you now can I little cow." Snorting Shinichiro looked at the two of us catching our attention which was now turned to him, he quickly went quiet as he looked away at the bike.

"Dude just confess already it's tiring us all out!" Ushi pointed at Takeomi, Benkei, Mikey, Emma and Sanzu who were standing near the entrance. Mikey walked in with my bag as he held onto a few papers, widening my eyes I rolled off the couch landing on my feet as I looked at Mikey. "What do you got there little mouse!" Cold sweat was running down my face as Mikey smirked before running around me. "OH NO YOU DONT?!" Quickly jumping in front of Shinichiro I blocked Mikey from his sight.

"What's going on Yo-Senpai?" "Don't even worry about it Shinchin!!" "SHINICHIRO SHE SAVED THE LET-" covering his mouth I glared daggers at him before Ushi took the papers from his hands. "Thank god I have a brother of my own, now give them back!" Holding out my hand towards Ushi he looked at me before handing them over to Shinichiro. "For Christ sake I should've convinced mother to burn you..." "I should've convinced her to let you go with dad but yet here we are."

"Wait, aren't these the letters I sent you in middle school and three months ago? You always said you threw them in the trash." Turning around I scratched the back of my neck, how was I going to explain that I never threw them away because I loved them. I loved having them with me it felt as if he was there in Korea with his signature smile.

"What, I never said that." Itching my ear I looked away as I coughed. "Liar." Ushi chimed in before ducking from my punch. "Shut up Ushi..." with a smile on his face Shinichiro stood up and hugged me, his arms were wrapped tightly around my waist.

"All this time I thought that you had thrown these away but knowing that you kept them with you even when you were just a few islands away." "Nee-San," Mikey tugged on my shirt as I looked at him he pointed at Shinichiro and made a heart pointing back at me. "Will you go out with this dumb brother of mine?" Shinichiro let go as he turned around and looked at Mikey.

"MIKEY WHAT ARE YOU SAYING YOU KNOW THAT SHE WONT SAY YES!!!?" "He's right you know Mikey." I placed my hand on his head as Shinichiro turned back to me with a sad look on his face. Tilting my head I smirked as I looked at him with my arms crossed. "He has to ask me himself then there might be a probability that I'll say yes."

"Now is your chance man, because if you won't date her I'm sure then Omi will try and do it." Ushi whispered as he glanced over at Takeomi who was play fighting with Sanzu. "Please date me!" Bowing his head he glanced up at me "I always thought of you as a fierce woman who always did what was right for herself and everyone around her, I fell in love with her but deep inside I never thought I would make her bat an eye at me but now that I know you kept the trinkets I gave you years ago are still in good shape, I want to take this leap of fate and ask you out on a date."

As he lifted his head he held out his hand towards me. "For someone who can't fight you sure know how to stand your ground don't you, Shinchin." Grabbing his hand I pulled him into a kiss, gentle and sweet. Pulling away I patted his head and smiled. "That's my sister for you, fearless and crazy." Ushi patted his back as he recovered from the kiss.

Mikey was grossed out and ran out while taking Sanzu, Omi, Ushi and Benkei with him leaving me and Shinichiro behind. "I don't need to date you, I've know you my whole life." Laying my head on his lap I looked up at him, we had yet found ourselves back into this position. "So what you're saying is-" "You're rejection streak ends here babe." Quickly pecking his lips he looked at me with sweet loving eyes as he kissed me.

"Does this mean big sister Yo is really my big sister now?" Both of us looked in front of the couch as we spotted Emma standing there with her pink teddy bear. "Only if your big brother wants to marry me~" as I poked her cheeks she looked at her brother. "He does! He always talks about how much he loves you and wants to put a ring on your pinky finger!" As I smiled I grabbed Emma and put her on my lap while Shinichiro blushed and looked away hiding his face.

"Big sister Yori sounds nice doesn't it, Shinchin~" nudging him I laughed as I continued talking with Emma about the embarrassing things Shinichiro had said about me.

[yunakaze69]

Chapter 2

"Yuna"someone called her. "That voice!" She thought as she quickly turned around "I have heard that voice before." "Is everything alright My Lady?" Sebastian asked her. "Yeah" She replied still thinking about the voice "Was someone behind us. Sebastian?" "Nope, no one was except that guy but he went away" Sebastian answered. "I felt as if someone said my name" She looked back once again .

"Did she hear my heart?!" Sebastian thought as he blushed. Sebastian loved Yuna, the day he saw her he fell in love with her and he knew that. Yuna also loved him very much and everyone knew except for the two. They had always been together. They wouldn't be if Yuna Kaze had followed the right directions. She found Sebastian injured in an alley and helped him without worrying that he could kill her that's one of the reasons he loved her she was never late to help. Sebastian had also been cursed but only once, his curse was Shadow [影

Kage]

And Kage had kept him alive.

Listening to Yuna's story of her being cursed alot of times and even by her family he felt as if he had to protect her but the one he wants to protect doesn't need any help.

Soon they were in front of a mansion as they moved forward a girl ran towards Yuna and hugged her. "Welcome back, Sis how was your day?" "Tiring" She answered as she hugged the girl back. "Is Tanizaki back, Naomi?"she asked "He is but you're tired you should rest." Naomi spoke as her green eyes moved to Sebastian who was lovingly looked at Yuna and smiled, his behaviour made her smile. She knew her sister liked the boy back. Now, Yuna wasn't Naomi's actual sister, Yuna had found her when Naomi was only 4.

The girl was lying in a pool of blood ofcourse not her own, she was hugging someone, someone dead. Yuna found out when she was only 2 years of age she was separated from her brother, Tanizaki. Later her family was murdered but Naomi was left. Since that day Yuna took care of her.

Sebastian smiled once again before he  spoke, "Let's walk together" "No! Stay with me Big sis! You're always with Sebastian!" Naomi held her hand tightly. "Let her go! Leave her hand Naomi" Sebastian held her other hand. Yuna laughed at those two. They were her whole life including Tanizaki. Naomi looked at Yuna and smiled widely as she saw Yuna laugh. On the other hand, Sebastian had his chance and he picked Yuna and ran inside.

"Should have thought about this" He spoke being chased by Naomi but he was faster. As they went inside Yuna's eyes moved to a male who was lazily sitting on the couch. "TANIZAKI!" Yuna called making him jump. He looked at them. "Get a room love birds" he spoke. Yuna and Sebastian looked at eachother realizing what was happening. Yuna blushed a little. "T-thanks you can put me down now" she shyly walked to the kitchen. Tanizaki got up from the couch. "Can I talk to her, Sebastian?" He asked. Sebastian nodded as he stood an inch far from them. Tanizaki looked at him once again. "Get out man I really need to talk to her." Sebastian walked out of the kitchen and sat down on the couch. It was just Yuna and Tanizaki.

"I think he likes you too"

"I don't think so, Aki" "Why?! It's so obvious Yuna go and tell him."

"I can't I'm scared" Yuna filled a cup with hot cocoa which she made for Naomi. "Omi!" She called her "Here's your Hot Cocoa" "Way to go Big sis" she said as her eyes sparkled with joy. She picked up the Cup and walked towards the television which was playing.

"Come on don't you see it? He was just carrying you and he always wants to hold your hand too, he wants to spend every single minute with you."

"It's because we're close friends, Tanizaki" "Just because of what happened in your past you refuse to believe that anyone can have feelings for you, You're amazing, you're beautiful,smart and perfect in every way!"

"Older sis! Sebastian is making fun of me!" Naomi complained. "SEBASTIAN ARDEN!" Yuna shouted from the kitchen. "Mark my words Yuna, he loves you" Tanizaki spoke once again. "Yeah Yeah whatever" she walked out of the kitchen.

Her phone rung. "Rika...."

~•To be Continued•~

[kiyomai]

Let’s talk about how Sakusa Kiyoomi always trails behind you. And no, he doesn’t let you walk ahead while he stays back, Kiyoomi quite literally trails behind you, almost everywhere you go. You can be doing the most mundane thing in the world and Kiyoomi will still look over your shoulder. 

There are many cliches that Kiyoomi follows religiously when it comes to you, but it’s special nonetheless.

Think about Kiyoomi coming from behind and attacking you with a surprise hug. His big, strong arms wrapping firmly around your waist while he dips his head in your neck. And because he’s a cute, little weirdo, he’ll inhale sharply and compliment your lovely perfume. He’ll laugh at the way you try to push him off (embarrassed little thing that you are) and hold you tighter. He’s also an asshole, so expect him to do it over and over again until you beg him to stop being weird. Please, Omi. Enough is enough. You’re so weird. He lets you off with a kiss right on that sweet spot and promises that he’ll stop doing that; what a liar.

Or, you can think about being at a gathering together. Kiyoomi avoids the crowd at all costs, opting to place his arms over your shoulders. What could be better? He’d much rather stay close to you than fall victim to his teammates (read: friends) shenanigans. The cherry on top is when you unconsciously play with his wrists. He’s no stranger to the disbelief in people’s eyes when they see how flexible his wrists really are, but there’s something so alluring about seeing you play with them. Twisting them this way and that, trying to see how far you can push them yourself. And when you play with his fingers, he swears the room feels 20° hotter. Don’t think he won’t slap your hand away when you try to pull his fingers, though. He’s no idiot, he’s not going to let you get away with hurting his moneymakers. I slapped your hand away ‘cause you’re this close to breaking my fingers. Or did you forget that these are what I use to work?

How about when you’re feeling lazy? Kiyoomi has no issues guiding you around. Imagine your back to his chest while he takes your hand in his, swaying your arms around and side-to-side. Let me go, Omi. I want to lay down. He ignores you, humming a random song while he makes your upper body shake and shimmy. Your arms are up in the air and you can’t hide the smile that spreads across your face at how silly your boyfriend is. Somewhere around that time, Kiyoomi calls out to his Alexa to play a song that one can dance to, and now you’re stuck in a routine that Omi’s choreographed through you.

But what about at night? Does Kiyoomi pepper kisses all over your face, say goodnight, and hold you until you both surrender to sleep? Well, yes. You get your million kisses and your goodnight, but this time around it’s you that holds Kiyoomi. You drape one arm over his chest (coincidentally, his hand is there and empty) and hold him tight. It’s his favorite way to end the night, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

a/n: idek what this was :0 I was just thinking of Omi and holding me from behind and here we are now. It’s honestly crazy and alarming lmaoo! likes, comments, and reblogs are welcome and appreciated <33

[minkkumaz]

A MATCH INTO WATER

seungmin never wanted things to end up this way, he hated seeing you like this. as he kissed up your scarred skin, he let you know that you were in this together, and he was never going to let you go.

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PAIRING kim seungmin x gn!reader WC 1.3k TAGS established relationship trope. angst. hurt/comfort. major tw. self - harm. blood. mentions of depression + anti depressants. blade mention. pet names: pup, pretty. OMI NOTE if you're going through a hard time just know there is always somebody you can talk to. get the help you need my loves!

as you looked into the cracked mirror, you were terrified of the person you’d become. everything was faded into nothing, you were frozen in place. dried up blood littered your wrists and chest, and tear marks stained your face. 

the vicious beating in your chest was telling you that all you could do was cry. this feeling alone made you sick to your stomach, but you couldn’t let it go.

this secret was between you and your abused body. seungmin was blissfully unaware how deep your problems actually were. he never knew about the endless rabbit hole of depression and self harm. however, you would try your absolute best to keep it this way. things would only be worse if he knew, it’d break him.

from your place in the locked bathroom, you heard a door creak open, which immediately set you into a panic. you scrambled around, wiping down the blood stained countertops, hiding the blade in a contact lens holder, and putting your hoodie back on. 

the voices from all the boys piling into the dorms got more prominent. you fixed yourself up to look presentable and left the bathroom to greet them.

“hi guys, you’re home a lot earlier than i expected!” you greet everyone, laughing nervously. seungmin immediately rushes towards you to embrace you in a hug.

“i know, pup, i missed you. chan thinks we all need a break from working on the comeback.” his scent overclouded your senses. sweet but musky, and it was all too familiar. you gently wrap your arms around his waist

“that’s good, i’m glad. are you guys going to hang out here or go out somewhere?” you question, pulling away from your boyfriend to look at everyone else.

“we were thinking about a movie night, you down?” felix asked as you responded with a happy nod, “cool, let’s get snacks ready?”

“i get to pick the movie!” han yelled snatching the remote, immediately getting chased down by jeongin.

“go sit down love, i’ll help felix with snacks and stuff.” you tell seungmin

“you’re too good for me.” he kisses the top of your head and pulls away from you to go to the couch.

as you make your way to the kitchen, you ignore the pit in your stomach, trying to get your heart beat to slow down. you see felix putting two bags of popcorn kernels in the microwave before he finally feels you there. 

“how are you, y/n? i’m just making the popcorn right now, could you please get me a bowl?” he grins at you, truly radiating like the sunshine he is.

“of course! i’m pretty good. excited for your comeback?” you respond, kneeling down into the cupboard below, searching for a bowl big enough. what you didn’t know is when you were reaching, your sleeve rode up.

at first, he didn’t completely catch it. but when he did a double take, he went pale. he was fumbling with the third popcorn bag, trying to stablize his suddenly heavy breathing. 

“um, yeah yeah i am. can you excuse me for a second?” he tells you, walking off suddenly. it was a little weird, but you try your best to ignore it and get him what he needs.

he moves to the living room with heavy steps, seeing seungmin sitting peacefully on the couch and scrolling on his phone, “seungmin can i talk to you privately for a second?” 

felix said this quiet enough that only seungmin could hear, trying his best not to gain attention from any of the members.

“sure, what’s up?” he follows behind felix into the hallway, a little worried about what he has to tell him; especially in private.

“is something wrong with y/n?” he hesitates, fidgeting with his hands. “why would you say that? did something happen?” seungmin puts his hands in his pocket, questioning the boy.

“we were in the kitchen and i had asked them to get a bowl for me, right– when they reached in the back, their sleeve rode up and i saw a bunch of scars on their arm seungmin…” he stared at the floor, “and it’s not like they were faded or anything, otherwise i wouldn’t have told you. but they were still bleeding.”

seungmin had no idea what to say. in that moment it almost felt as if his world stopped completely. his face burned hot, and was almost on the verge of tears. what was he supposed to feel when hearing such gut wrenching information about you?

“fuck... are you sure that’s what you saw?” he mumbled, breathing harder to prevent himself from crying.

“i’m pretty sure, you should just talk to them. i won’t tell anyone i promise.”

felix left seungmin with his thoughts in the hallway. it felt like he was on fire. the mere thought of the person he loved the most hurting so badly made him want to scream. it was then that you came into the hallway, clueless about the interaction you were about to have.

“minnie what’s wrong? felix told me to come talk to you…” you furrowed your eyebrows. the aura he gave off was scary, almost making you breathless.

he didn’t say anything besides grabbing your arm and pulling up your sleeve. it confirmed all of his suspicions, so he let everything pour out.

you felt like a deer in headlights, being caught like this. you couldn’t say anything. he carefully led you into his bedroom, closing the door behind him and sitting you on the edge of his bed. he kneeled between your legs, looking up at you.

“y/n, how long have you been hurting yourself?” he chokes.

seeing him like this was entirely fucked up. you felt absolutely terrible for making him worry so bad about you. it was exactly what you didn’t want to happen. you were so scared.

“i’m so sorry seungmin i– i really am.” you sniffle out, wiping your tears with the sleeve of your sweater.

“pup don’t apologize.. but you need to tell me. is it just your arms?” you shake your head hesitantly before pulling your sweater off your head.

red marks were littered on your previously porcelain skin. it mainly covered your arms, but there were two or three on your chest. he felt sick, covering his mouth in shock. 

“if you want to break up with me i understand… i’m disgusting.” you whimper, feeling the cold air coming from the ac to touch your half bare body.

“fuck.. baby no.” he gets up from beneath you, gently holding you in his arms, “you’re not disgusting at all, it just kills me to see that you’re abusing your body like this. you don’t deserve it at all.”

“i’m sorry.” you mutter, ashamed.

“but why?” he whispers, cradling your head.

“i didn’t want to tell you seungmin.. i was so so scared.” you cried, “i’ve been so depressed for awhile. i tried taking pills i did. it just made me feel so numb, and you make me feel so happy. but sometimes things happen and i feel like this is the only way out of it.” you heard him sigh deeply, pulling away from you and taking your hurt arms in his hand. he gently kissed up your arms, being careful not to hurt you.

“i still think you’re beautiful, i just don’t want to lose the love of my life.” his hands trailed down to yours, rubbing circles into your palm, “promise me you’ll try your best to stop hurting yourself. i’m here to help you.”

“you won’t, i promise.” you sobbed.

“that’s my pretty pup. lets get you cleaned up and in different clothes. we can talk more about this later okay? you don’t have to be scared, i’m not mad at you.” 

you nod quietly letting him walk you to the bathroom, careful not to be seen by any of the members. as he wiped a wet rag against your jagged skin, you felt eternally grateful for how much love he gave you.

it was so hard to come past this, but you knew you could fight back as long as he was with you.

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[gabseyoo]

NEEDY — SAKUSA KIYOOMI

content: fem!reader, slight dirty talk, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie. word count: 1,2k.

summary: sakusa is needy after weeks without seeing you.

Sakusa Kiyoomi is a passionate man, in volleyball, in cleaning, and—believe it or not—in bed. Yes, he usually hates messes, but when it comes to you in his bed, moaning his name while he thrusts his hips against you mercilessly is a mess he wouldn’t bother repeating over and over again. 

The perfect example is today. He couldn’t resist when he came home from a long trip and saw you in those pajama shorts that suddenly seemed to look better on you than any lingerie in your closet. Nor when you hugged him and he felt your breasts against his torso as you gave him a peck on the lips. He was needy after weeks without your touch, so he didn’t even bother to unpack when he grabbed your waist and brought your lips together in a messy kiss. 

In the blink of an eye Sakusa had already bounced you into his arms and you wrapped your legs around his hips as he carried you into the bedroom, where he threw you on the bed before settling between your legs to rub his growing bulge against your crotch. 

“Missed you so much.” He mumbled against your lips as his hands worked on pulling down your pajama straps to cup your breasts. 

“I can tell.” 

Of course you can tell, much more so because of the way he’s shoving his long shaft inside you right now. He had you on all fours, one of his hands pulling your hair keeping your head against the mattress and the other holding your wrists behind your back. 

Sakusa is going wild. He didn’t mind the exaggerated way in which the headboard of the bed hit the wall; nor that thanks to that, one of the pictures hanging on the wall with a nice picture of you two in an amusement park fell to the floor breaking into pieces. He thought that putting up with the neighbors’ complaints and sweeping up some glass was worth it because of how well your wet walls were squeezing him. 

You were on the verge of collapse, your boyfriend had already made you cum three times, once with his tongue and the other two with his fingers as his cock went in and out of your swollen pussy. But you wouldn’t tell him to stop, not when with every thrust you felt him hit your sweet spot and the moans that escaped from his mouth reached your ears like candy. 

“Fuck— look at you, doll.” He groaned tightening his grip on your hair to yank it back, making you arch your back. His teeth bit your ear before he spoke against it, “You’re taking me so well, I’m gonna cum inside you, ‘kay? I bet you missed havin’ my cum drippin’ out of you.” 

For someone who talks too much about cleanliness, Kiyoomi has a pretty dirty mouth. 

He didn’t recognize himself when it came to having sex with you, he’d stop thinking clearly and just let himself go, just like he could never control the words that came out of his lips. But to say you didn’t like it would be a lie, that’s why you quickly began to nod in agreement with his statement. 

“That’s what I thought.” He left a kiss on your temple before letting your body fall forward. 

Sakusa pulled out of you, earning a groan from you when you felt empty, to grab you by the waist and turn you around roughly. 

Your eyes met his as your back was against the mattress again before he slid his aching cock back in with a single thrust. He quickly regained the rhythm of his hips that made your body sway back and brought his fingers to your puffy clit. You couldn’t hold back the scream that came from your throat at the stimulation, tears spilled from your eyes and you were so sensitive it was almost embarrassing how your orgasm was already approaching with his digits circling your bud for less than two minutes. 

“Omi, I’m—” 

“I know, fuck, I know. I got you, doll.” 

You couldn’t hold it in any longer— your walls squeezed him as if they wanted to push him out the moment you came around his cock. 

Kiyoomi didn’t stop, not even allowing you to take a breath because he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. It was obscene how your moans mingled with the sounds of skin colliding, but that only brought him to the edge. 

The veins in his arms stood out as he grabbed the headboard with all his strength and looked down at you with a smirk on his face. But the cocky smile was replaced by a frown along with his teeth capturing his lower lip the moment he felt his orgasm near. 

“Shit.” 

His grip on the wooden headboard intensified as he increased the speed of his thrusts trying to go deeper—if that was even possible—to chase his climax. No doubt his rough treatment would leave you with a sore body for days, but that was the least of his worries. 

“Almost there, fucking god.” He closed his eyes and threw his head back. 

He was so close. So fucking close. So close that everything going on around him stopped mattering. The only thing on his mind was to cum deep inside you. 

Sakusa was so lost in his pleasure that he just decided to ignore the abrupt movement of the bed that almost made him lose his pace. Not now, he’d worry about it later. 

The sounds of the bed echoed throughout the place, the movements of his hips became clumsy and his grunts became louder announcing that he was about to cum. And god, did he cum.

“Fuck, that’s it.” He mumbled through his teeth as he spilled all his load inside your pussy.  He gave a few more gentle thrusts to make sure he emptied himself before pulling out and admire the mess he had made between your legs with a proud smirk. 

His hands were sore from exerting so much pressure as he let go the poor headboard to drop his body on top of yours and kiss you on the forehead. 

“That was something.” Kiyoomi chuckled trying to catch his breath, “I think we broke the fucking bed.”

You gasped in faux surprise, “You think? Can’t you feel the angle we’re lying at?” 

“I was feeling other things.” He answered cupping your tits in his hands. “Let’s take a shower, c’mon.” 

Your boyfriend stood up, standing on the edge of the bed with his hands on his hips to realize that the front legs of the bed frame were broken. You stood next to him, watching with tight lips what you had done. But when both of you turned to look at each other, you couldn’t help but break into laughter. 

“This is what I call a good fuck.” He said proudly, pulling his phone out of the pockets of his sweatpants that were lying on the floor.

“And now?” 

“I just got my paycheck, don’t worry love, tomorrow we’ll buy a new one.” He kissed your head, “A sturdier one.”

You smiled before turning around to head to the bathroom, but stopped in your tracks when you heard the sound of a photo being taken. You looked over your shoulder to find your boyfriend taking pictures of the bed with a smile as if it were a work of art. 

“And that’s for?”

“Group chat.” He simply stated, “Those idiots have been bugging me that I sure don’t fuck you right.”