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klutzykozume · 2 years

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what they don’t know

featuring: romantic!sakusa x gn!reader, platonic!msby x reader

warnings: timeskip spoilers (just team member names), established relationship, lying, kissing, mentions of food, alcohol consumption, reader is called “pretty” and “darlin’” (by atsumu), “cutie” (by oikawa), ooc sakusa(?), attempt to make sakusa jealous, angst to fluff

length: ~ 4.3k words

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“[y/n] can i speak to you in my office please?”

you turn to the msby coach with a smile, “of course, i’ll be right there.”

dropping the water bottles off on the bench, you wave to the group of men you managed before heading into the coach’s office.

you sit down in a chair across from him at his desk, “how can i help you sir?”

“before i get started, i just want to let you know that i really enjoy working with you. you are such a great manager regardless of what the guys need.”

this causes you to smile at the coach, “thank you.”

“that being said, i can’t keep you around,” the coach frowns, sliding a folder in front of the both of you.

“what?” you look up at him in confusion.

he opens the folder, pulling out a few photos of followed by your contract.

“when you agreed to join this team, you said you would not engage in a relationship with any of the players on the team,” coach foster points to a section of the contract he highlighted. “these pictures here show that you and my outside hitter have something going on.”

“what makes you say that?” you look up at the man in front of you. you and kiyoomi were careful with this. neither of you were fond of expressing your relationships online. on the off chance either of you did post anything about the other, the posts wouldn’t be pictures of distinctive marks or places. there’s no way anyone should have figured out you were talking about one another.

“i really, really don’t want to do this [f/n] i hope you understand this.” he pulls one last photo out of the envelope. it was a picture of you and kiyoomi holding hands. you were both out for ice cream. after you and sakusa found a place to sit, you had reached across the table to grab one of his hands. he had squeezed it briefly before letting go.

“the only reason why i’m doing something about this now is because if the media finds out, you and sakusa would lose your jobs through the higher ups of the japan volleyball association. by that point-“

“wait, i’m sorry. i don’t understand. what does sakusa have to do with this? he shouldn’t get kicked off of the team for this,” you cut coach foster off.

“you two were on a date, no? if it was a date then he breached his contract as well,” he explains.

“it wasn’t a date,” you manage to get out. “we happened to bump into each other after his session with iwazumi. i suggested we go out and get something to eat. i wasn’t really thinking when it happened. i’ll admit, i do have a crush on sakusa. it was stupid of me to think i could get with him dispute the terms of our contract. i was flirting. sakusa pulled his hand away right after. he has nothing to do with this so please don’t get rid of him for something i did.”

“thank you [f/n],” the coach smiles at you. “i’ll make you a deal. you can finish the week out here, then i’ll have to let you go. after the game on saturday, you’re no longer the manager of this team.”

“thank you sir,” you get up to go to leave.

“and one more thing, [f/n],” coach foster stands as well, causing you to turn and look at him, “thank you for being such an important member of this team. i don’t think the team could stay together without you.”

“you’re welcome,” you bow respectfully at him before finally leaving the office. on your way back to the gym you freeze. the squeaking of shoes on the gym floor as well as the sound of the ball hitting the team’s arms start to get you emotional. you only had three days left with the team you grew to love.

you get pulled out of your thoughts when the gym door opens.

“there you are!” bokuto bounds over to you, throwing his arms around you.

“ew! you’re sweaty bokuto!” you push the spiker off of you playfully.

he chuckles and moves away from you, heading over to the water fountain to refill his water bottle.

“i just filled it, you’re empty already?” you make your way over to bokuto.

“we’ve been practicing pretty hard for about an hour now. on that note, where were you?” the spiker screws the cap back on his bottle before making his way to the gym doors with you behind him.

“oh, i had to talk to coach about a few things,” you don’t meet his eyes.

bokuto opens the door to the gym, letting you in before he follows behind you. you look at the group of guys and note how tired they look. walking over to the water bottles, you gather them once more and head back out to refill them.

when practice was over you help to clean up the gym. you gather the stray volleyballs and put them in the cart and collect all of the guys towels for you to wash later. once the cleaning was finished the team started to disperse. some went to do a little strength training, other went to go visit the trainer whereas the rest of the team decided it was best to go home.

you exit through the doors and make your way to your car. just as you were about to get into your car you get a phone call. it was sakusa. you decide to ignore his call, opting to text him back later. with that, you make your way back to your apartment.

when you make it back into your apartment, you let happy demeanor fall. after shutting your door, you place your forehead against it.

all of your hard work was going straight down the drain. you and sakusa had been together prior to him signing on to the team. it had almost been your second year together. you never understood the rules set by the jva. they were ridiculous and it never made any sense to you.

your phone rings. it was sakusa again. you take a deep breath to collect yourself before answering, “hi omi.”

“hey, where are you? i came out of the locker room and didn’t see you in the gym,” though he would never admit it, you could tell sakusa was worried about you.

“i’m back at my place. i had something that came up after practice ended,” you kick your shoes off and make your way to the kitchen, pulling out different ingredients you could use to make dinner.

“alright. uh,” there’s a pause in the other side of the line, “is it okay if i come over?”

no, please don’t.

“of course you can, i was just about to start making something to eat. i’ll make enough for you, don’t worry.”

sakusa smiles through the phone, “alright, i’ll see you in a little.”

just as you finished setting the table, you were met with a knock on the door.

“it’s open!” you shout, already knowing who it was.

sakusa walks through the door, kicking off his shoes and removing his mask. he hangs his mask and keys by the door.

you make your way over to your boyfriend and give him a soft peck on the lips. kiyoomi grabs your hand gently, pulling you in for a longer kiss.

“i missed you today you know. i didn’t really get to see you,” your boyfriend lets you go, walking past you to the kitchen.

he takes two plates out of the cabinet and makes both of your plates. you join him in the kitchen, pouring you both a glass of wine.

“i missed you too omi. i was talking to coach about something. i didn’t realize it would take so long,” you bring the glasses to the table and kiyoomi follows behind you, placing your plates in the table.

“about what?” the spiker starts eating his food, looking up at you.

“i uh, i’m thinking of taking a vacation. it starts saturday after the game,” you watch kiyoomi’s expression. he doesn’t seemed too fazed by what you said. you both continue to make small talk as you eat. when finished you took both plates to the sink.

“are you headed home?” you turn to face your boyfriend.

“is it okay if i spend the night?” sakusa blurts out. you could tell he had been thinking about it for a while.

you smile softly, “i would like that. i’ll be right back.”

sakusa nods at you and you disappear into your room, pulling out a few clothes that belonged to sakusa that he kept here. after folding his clothes, you leave them on your bed.

you head back out to the living room, joining kiyoomi on the couch. he wraps an arm around your shoulder.

“i left your clothes on my bed.”

“are you okay?”

you both turn to face each other.

“thank you, i’ll change before we go to bed. are you okay?” sakusa repeats his question

“yes, i’m fine. why do you ask?” you turn your attention back to the tv.

“you don’t seem like you. i was talking to bokuto earlier. well, he was talking to whole team actually. anyways, he mentioned that you seemed down earlier,” sakusa turns more to face you.

“he must be referring to when we talked earlier in the hallway. i was fine, really,” you don’t take your eyes off the television.

sakusa wants to pull more out of you, but he decides against it. you’ll let him know when you’re ready, you always do.

once the movie had finished, you both headed off to the bedroom. after you both had changed into your pajamas, you both slide in your bed. sakusa kisses your forehead and wraps an arm around you loosely. you both fall asleep not too soon after.

the next day, after practice the team approaches you.

“we’ve decided we’re going out for drinks, do ya wanna tag along with us?” atsumu smiles at you.

you should, this would probably be the last time you have the opportunity to hang out with the guys before you’re no longer their manager. but you didn’t want this to be the last good memory you all have together.

“i don’t think i should, we have an important practice tomorrow,” you try to explain.

“yeah, but it’s not until later in the day!” hinata throws an arm around your shoulder.

“plus, we’re not staying all night. just until 11, midnight at the latest,” inunaki wraps his arm around your other shoulder.

“fine, fine i’ll go. just… don’t keep me out all night, okay?” you smile at the small crowd around you.

“yes! i know you’re going to have a great time [f/n]!“ tomas eagerly pulls you into a hug.

“we’ll pick you up at 7!” bokuto heads to the locker room.

“okay i’ll see you guys later!” you wave the team off. just as you make it through the gym doors, you hear them open again.

“hey, [f/n]! wait up!” the captian’s voice calls out to you.

you stop in your tracks, turning back to face him. “hey meian, what’s up?”

“is everything okay? i was talking to coach after practice yesterday, and he mentioned you wouldn’t be here next week. i wanted to plan something for the team, and what’s the team without you?” meian smiles at you.

“i just needed a small vacation, that’s all. i’ll let you know when i’ll be back,” you return the gesture to the captain.

“alright, ill see you later!” the captain makes his way back to the locker room to get changed.

you head out the main doors and make your way to your car. you pick up your phone and send a message to your boyfriend,

are you coming out with us tonight?

i know it really isn’t your thing

almost instantly, you get a response.

i’ll be there. i plan on leaving early though

you smile at your phone and place it back in your pocket. then you start your drive back home.

at 6:50, you get a text from atsumu,

we’re outside waiting for you pretty

you take one more moment to fix yourself in the mirror before grabbing your phone and heading out the door. after making sure you lock up, you walk over to the suv that was sitting in your driveway. the back door opens for you.

“[f/n]!” bokuto beams at you, “it’s been so long!”

“you saw me not even a full three hours ago bokuto,” you smile at the spiker.

this causes him to chuckle as he gets out of the car. you get in and slide into the middle and bokuto slides into place next to you.

“[f/n], i’m so glad you could make it!” hinata throws an arm around your shoulder.

“i told you i was coming,” you smile.

“that’s what she said,” atsumu chuckles, glancing at you as he pulls out of the driveway.

“i knew you never grew up,” you stick your tongue out at the setter through the rear view mirror.

that’s when you finally notice your lover in the passenger seat. he makes eye contact with you through the mirror before turning his attention back out the window. you notice see the small crinkle of his eyes. he was smiling.

after conversing for a while with the boys, you finally make it to the bar. all of you get out of atsumu’s vehicle and make your way to the entrance to meet up with the rest of the team. once you make it inside, you make your way over to the counter.

“starting so soon?” meian takes a seat next to you.

“you’re one to talk,” you gesture to him. “besides, i just need one to calm my nerves.”

both you and meian order your first drink of the night. as you both were sipping on what you ordered, hinata makes his way over.

“let’s take a shot. it’s on me!” hinata looks between the two of you excitedly. you and meian share a look. one wouldn’t hurt, hurt? one turns into two, and before you know it two turns into three. by now, you felt like nothing could stop you.

you finish the first drink you ordered and make your way to the dance floor. you pass by sakusa, who was having a conversation atsumu. you purposely brush your hand against the former. when you make it to the dance floor you feel the teams eyes on you, but only one pair of those eyes mattered right now. you scan the dance floor. there was a tall man with fluffy brown hair, dancing to the music. he would have to do.

you walk over to the man, “you wanna dance?”

“shouldn’t i be asking you that cutie?” he smiles sweetly at you, spinning you around and wrapping his arm around you lazily.

“you took too long to come find me,” you fake pout, placing a hand over top of his. by now, you were swaying to the beat of the music, the male swaying closely behind you.

“sorry about that, i didn’t want to offend your team. more importantly the one with the mask. he’s had his eyes on you all night, you know?” he glances over at the msby team.

“then why agree to the dance” you tilt your head up, resting it against the guys shoulder.

he brings his lips close to his ear, “i’m trying to make someone else jealous. seems like a win-win for the both of us.”

this causes you to chuckle. you scan the room, looking for who the man could be talking about. not too far away there sat a group of three guys. two of the guys seemed to be laughing at the other guy who sat across from him. that’s when you notice it’s your team’s trainer.

before you could say anything else to the man you were dancing with, you get pulled away.

“we’re leaving,” your boyfriend pushes you behind him, glaring at the boy you were dancing with.

“aw, we were just starting to have fun. i haven’t even caught their name,” the brunette pouts.

you notice your team’s trainer making his way over to you, “let’s go oikawa. you’re done here.”

iwaizumi nods in acknowledgment to you and sakusa before he grabs oikawa’s wrist and leads him back to the table iwa was sitting at. as oikawa was on his way back to his friends, you couldn’t help but notice the smirk he had on his face.

sakusa takes your wrist and leads you back to where the msby group was mostly gathered, “i’m taking [f/n] back to their place.”

“ya jealous omiomi?” atsumu grins at the wing spiker.

“he was all up on our manager! you could at least pretend you’re concerned!” sakusa glares at atsumu.

“omi, it’s not that deep. calm down,” you place one of your hand on his bicep, squeezing it gently for reassurance.

sakusa pulls away from your touch, “come on,” he starts for the door.

“i’m sorry about him,” you sigh, bowing apologetically.

after a bit of reassurance from the guys, you follow after sakusa. the team looks between one another.

“did you guys see that?!” inunaki grins at his teammates.

“it’s none of our business. just forget about it,” tomas says as he makes his way over to the bar.

“omi, wait up!” you follow after the male.

sakusa keeps at his steady pace, “i’m calling a uber and i’m taking you back to your place. then i’m going home.”

you manage to catch up to kiyoomi.

“i want you to stay the night with me, please?” you grab his arm.

“why don’t you tell that to the guy you were dancing with?” omi looks back at you. if you weren’t sure about how he was feeling, you could definitely see how upset he is now.

“because i want to be with you omi,” you whine.

kiyoomi doesn’t respond and instead pulls out his phone.

“our driver will be here in five minutes,” he moves to sit down on a nearby bench. you sit next to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“i wasn’t trying to make you jealous. i just thought… if i could get your attention, maybe we could have a normal couple moment. i’m tired of hiding our relationship omi. i want to show you off now,” you explain, playing with his hands.

sakusa presses a light kiss to the top of your head, “we’ll talk about this later, when you’re more sober.”

a car pulls up next to you both.

“come on, let’s get you home,” kiyoomi grabs your hand and leads you into the car, sliding into place next to you.

the next morning you awake to the sound of an alarm blaring. you huff and pull your pillow over your head, hoping to drown out the sound until it stops. the alarm shuts off about a minute later. this causes you to pop your head out from under the pillow.

“if you heard the alarm going off, why didn’t you turn it off?” the male in front of you chuckles.

“what are you doing here?” you look at him in confusion.

“well, after you and sakusa left, we decided it was best to show up here to make sure you two made it somewhere safe. you both made it here, but someone didn’t lock up before we got here.” bokuto smiles at you, “also, speaking of omi, i have a question.”

“go ahead?” you raise an eyebrow at him.

“why did sakusa get so defensive over you last night?” bokuto tilts his head to the side.

“something about ‘not wanting other guys hands on the manager’ y’know?” you sit up in your bed.

“alright, well, i have to go talk to one of my friends. the others are in the living room,” and with that bokuto takes his leave.

you slide out of bed and change into a pair of sweatpants and a plain t-shirt. slowly, you make your way into the living room where you find everyone but atsumu and meian asleep.

“ya okay darlin’?” atsumu turns to you when he notices you standing there. you simply nod and make your way into the kitchen grabbing a fruit cup and a powerade.

“it’s okay to talk to us, you know? that’s what we’re here for,” meian looks over at you. you sit in a chair in the corner of the room.

“there’s nothing to talk about,” you open the fruit cup, sucking the juice from it.

“so you don’t want to talk about last night?” meian sits up in his seat.

“yeah, that doesn’t seem like somethin’ ya would do. drinkin’ and dancin’ with men ya don’t know,” atsumu glances over at you.

you grab the remote from the table next to you, flicking it on. “i’m fine, really. i just had a bit too much to drink last night,”

both men look between each other before deciding to drop what their thinking. by the time you finish your fruit cup, powerade, and the movie you were watching, the rest of the team was awake. by now, there were about two hours until practice started. just as the first member of the team was about to leave, you speak up,

“hey, guys?”

all eyes fall on you.

“i just want to let you all know, as much as you all annoy me,” you glance at atsumu, “i do in fact love managing this team. i wouldn’t trade it for the world.”

the room fills with a few ‘aww’s’, ‘we love you too’s’ and a loud, ‘what’s that supposed to mean?!’ from atsumu. you were seriously going to miss this when you left the team.

“now let’s get to practice before i leave,” you smile at the group of guys.

atsumu set the ball over to sakusa who manages to hit the game willing point.

“the msby jackals do it once again!”

you scream and jump up off the bench. you run up to sakusa, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pull him into a tight hug. he catches you with ease, spinning you around once from the force of your speed, before putting you back down on the ground.

you both let go of one another and you make your way over to the rest of the team. after sharing your personalized congratulations, the coach holds a brief debriefing of the match before releasing the boys to do their interviews.

coach foster approaches you, “have you told them yet?”

you hold your smile, “of course not. they wouldn’t be like this if i did.”

“[f/n]!” bokuto jogs up to you, “will you sit next to me at the team dinner? you sat next to hinata last time, which is fair given he was new to the team. but you sat next to atsumu the time before that and i just think it’s my turn- [f/n]?”

after the past few days you had, this was the moment that broke you. you finally break down into tears. the team was your family at this point. and, according to the agreement you made earlier this week, you were no longer apart of this family. it hurt a lot more than you were expecting it to. you hadn’t said anything since the tears started. by the time you had managed to collect yourself, the team had crowded around you. each member had their own look of worry present in their eyes.

“coach, did you say something to [f/n]?” hinata looks over at foster. before the coach could respond, you did.

“i can’t be your manager anymore,” you say, wiping the tears from your eyes.

“what?” atsumu shrieks.

“basically… i developed a crush on one of you guys,” you blink the rest of your tears away, sniffling as you do so. “that, in a way, breaches contract, so i have to go.”

“a crush? that’s what you’re calling this?” sakusa speaks up after a moment.

“not now sakusa, please?” you plead to kiyoomi.

“we’ve been together for over a year now, and you’re just calling this a crush?” he motions between the two of you.

“i didn’t want you to lose your job. i said that so you could stay on the team,” you slide your foot against the gym floor.

“if you’re leaving the team, what’s the point of me staying?”

you look up at kiyoomi, “to play volleyball. why else?”

“i can play just about anywhere. i want to play alongside you. if i can’t do that, then i quit,” sakusa pulls his jersey from his body and extends it out to the coach.

“if [f/n] and omi are going, i’m going too,” atsumu follows the same action that sakusa did.

“sorry, i’m going to have to go too,” hinata takes off his jersey.

“put your shirts back on,” an unexpected voice speaks up.

you all turn to face bokuto.

“i talked to a friend yesterday morning before practice started,” bokuto starts. “i got him to do a favor for me. starting today, at noon, there is no longer a restriction on dating within the jva. so, unless coach here has a personal rule about it, no one has to go.”

everyone turns to look at coach foster expectantly.

“put your tops back on or go take a shower and get changed. we have a dinner to go to,” he wraps an arm around [f/n], “a team dinner.”

#sakusa x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #sakusa x gn!reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #hq #haikyuu msby #.noncanontimeskip #.msby

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throttlee · 4 months

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i love boyish things. msby team work 🫶

#haikyu #msby #black jackals #bokuto kotarou #hinata shoyo #miya atsumu #sakusa kiyoomi

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kkumri · 2 months

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huggies? 🦊🎀

#haikyuu!!#miya atsumu #sakusa kiyoomi #sakuatsu #naoyuki miya #msby #hinata shouyou #bokuto koutarou #my art

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kiwanopie · 7 months

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Overnight Lovin’

Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader

cw: smut, alcohol mention, oral sex(f!receving), dumbification, dirty talk, whipped!Kiyoomi, mutually cumdrunk, PnV sex, creampie. Minors do not interact.

wc: 3.2k

This is not your bedroom.

As much as you’d kill for it to be. Silk cotton stuffed duvet a rich maroon in accordance to equally as soft sheets. Carefully shined mahogany floors checkered in wine colored Persian, a bedroom that’s more fantasy love suite than any commonplace bedroom and fuck if this mattress isn’t like heaven to lay on.

But this isn’t your bedroom.

You point your nose to the oversized shirt flooding a little under your collarbones. It’s just a simple horror tee. Dark colored kanji hovering over an illustration of Jason half obscured by cartoon blood and soft to the cotton touch. It’s big enough to cover a good portion of your thighs that are… not dressed with anything. Huh. Yeah, you are- You feel up your modest covering with a quick pat down of your hands. - Completely naked under this. And honestly a little sore. A certain shift of your hips has your pelvic area throbbing back at you like it’s already tapping out, fingerprint bruises on your thighs that feel tender when you poke them; even your tits are sore - nipples perking under your shirt like they’ve already been prodded and played with. Whoever the hell you went home with last night gave you a run for your money.

Come to think of it, what the hell even happened last night? Last you remember you were twisting your hips against a bar stool while your college buddies raved on ecstasy and coke on the dance floor. — A Shirley temple was enough to start your party high without indulging in any illicit drugs, but you’ve never been much of a drinker. That fizzy cherry vodka already had you buzzing, a few more of those and who knows what’ll happen.

You bite your lip against the grain of new life and newer feelings of lechery. You look too good and too soft not to be bent over a sink somewhere.

“That sweet?” His voice turns your fine hairs into goosebumps. “Looks tasty.”

You gaze up at him with doey eyes so filled with mirth that it makes his palms sweat. “It is.”

You slide your bottom lip through your teeth. Voice as pretty as you are. “You want a sip?”

He’s the smell of Dior and vetiver as he lifts the glass cuplet out of your hands. “Sure.”

You don’t remember who he was or what he looked like but just the memory of his raspy voice turns your sore throbbing into a needy ache. — If the way the sink in his bathroom abruptly stops with a moment of sluggish shuffling, you’re about to find out who exactly it was that rocked your world last night.

You’re already looking up at him when the door opens with a neat click, his muscled limbs stretch his boxers in a way that can only be described as appetizing.

And then you get a good look at his face.

Oh. Holy shit.

There’s… That’s-… How? He looks exactly like he does on his team’s magazine covers. JSM’s top ten lists, Bungeishunjū, and news outlets that brandish his face for a chance at watchability. He’s even more handsome in person. Trademark resting bitch face does little to dilute how painfully attractive he is and if anything the intimidation factor is a bonus. As well as the fame, the money, and of course his position as one of the top most well known athletes in all of Asia.

His name precedes him, the renowned Olympic volleyball player feels even taller than the humble 6’4 his Wikipedia pages cite him as,

He’s Sakusa Kiyoomi.

If it weren’t for the disorienting confusion you may have screamed. This is the guy who fucked you last night within an inch of your life.

Your voice is a little raspy which is expected, but when you open your mouth your jaw is sore. “Ohayō Gozaimasu-“

He clears the floor from the bathroom to the bed in just a few footsteps, you can barely react when he’s grabbing you by the jaw and tilting your head up for a better angle.

And then he’s kissing you.

The kiss is slow and sensual, so sultry that you moan a little in his mouth and he breathes into it with a deep hum. He’s kissing you like he loves you, like he’s crazy about you and like he just can’t get enough. The current of the kiss follows a savory kind of spit swapping that turns your inner thighs misty, and he pulls away with a soft smack that all but leaves a gossamer trail.

His thumb rubs circles on the soft of your cheek. “Ohayō.”

Your heart skips at the little peck he leaves on your lips before finally pulling away.

He runs a large hand through his tousled hair as he moves for a dresser near the vanity. “I ordered us some breakfast that should be here within the hour,”

He pulls out a shirt. “I’d make you some breakfast from scratch but,” Sakusa tugs it over his head. “I figured it’d be cruel to subject you to my cooking this early on.”

You blow a humored breath out of your nose. “I appreciate the sentiment regardless,”

He approaches the bed again and sits himself down across from you, there are love bites on his neck that probably match yours. “I hope you slept well.” He hums. “I slept like a rock because of you, actually.”

Oh god, you don’t even wanna know what kind of raunchy shit you were up to last night.

“I slept like the dead.” You crawl up to him, he’s already opening his arms for you. “Whatever you did put me out like a light.”

You fit in his arms so well it’s almost scary, he wraps his arms around you like he might never let you go. “Uh, Sakusa-san?”

He furrows. “Last name?”

You smile apologetically. “Kiyoomi,” You correct yourself. “I don’t… remember a lot of last night. We came back here from the club, right?”

“You…?” Kiyoomi’s eyebrows shoot up incredulously. “You don’t remember?”

“Not a lot.” You shake your head.

He frowns.

But even still his hand rubs fond lines up and down your back, still holding you just as faithfully, and looking up at you like you’re the best thing since sliced bread. “We marathoned a few drinks and then I had us dropped off at my place. I think… we started in the car, and then in my living room, and then the kitchen, the hallway, my bedroom finally; and then after a few hours we finished each other off in the shower. Around five we kissed until you eventually fell asleep.”

Kiyoomi traces the curves of your lips as he gazes fondly. “Last night was the best night of my life, I think. I don’t know if I’ve ever been with someone who could make me feel so good.” He proclaims. “I hope it’ll all come to you eventually, it was really something special.”

Well with the way he’s been treating you up to this point, it’s not like you’ll have a hard time believing that. Every earnest caress and look of adoration, the way his voice timbres into a loving hum, so smooth it makes you shiver. Hopefully those memories do come back at some point. You’ll never live it down if you actually missed the best night of your life.

You muse it with a little pout at the thought of that, Kiyoomi debates leaning forward and sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. “Hopefully I do remember then. It sounds like we had a lot of fun,”

Your pout drops after a short moment of consideration and you lean in even closer. The soft tip of your nose grazes in feather strokes as you skim it over his and slowly ease your lips down the path way to his, tasting his shuddering breaths as you hover there for a few painful seconds. But he all but melts when you finally meet. A chaste lingering kiss at first, a few sensuous short ones; you do him the courtesy and suck his bottom lip in your mouth instead. — Letting it snap back before you’re starting a trail down his cheek and kissing up until you're nosing under his jaw, using your loving hand to tilt his head up and give you the access that you seek.

He could buy you a ring right now, he wouldn’t even regret it. You don't even remember what you two got up to last night and still you’re caressing him in a way that gives him goosebumps. If you keep this up, he might wind up funding your entire life.

You bring your head up again and pull him into another kiss. Slow and open mouthed, and he damn near purrs when you start pushing your fingers through his hair. “Regardless, you feel amazing.” You whisper against his lips.

God, you might be trying to kill him. “I wouldn’t mind a refresher if you’re up for it.”

He sighs through his nose as he ducks his head to burrow himself into the crevasse over your shoulder, already peppering in searing kisses down your throat. “I was hoping you’d say something like that.”

Kiyoomi sucks in a love bite that makes you whimper so pretty. “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good you can’t take it.”

With the way you’re already making a mess in his lap, you believe him.

—

He’s a good kisser.

Regardless of where his lips end up. He’s a little messy, a little heavy with tongue, slow when it matters and firm when it counts. He’s great with his mouth. Surprising since he’s known for being somewhat of a recluse in the opinion of the public eye. Some call him aloof, others call him cold, the majority call him intimidating, but right now what comes to your mind is giving.

The way he spits on your already messy pussy makes your eyes roll.

You inadvertently hump into his face as the combination of his tongue and fingers set the pit in your stomach ablaze. He’s fucking you with his mouth so thoroughly that the skewlch of your building arousal reverbates throughout the room. You almost feel bad about how much your thighs are all but compressing the sides of his head, but every effort to lighten up on him has him tightening his hold on you to keep him locked against your sloppy cunt.

You hiss through your teeth as your fingers card through his hair. “F-Fuck… Omi…!”

Kiyoomi moans against your clit at the wanton sound of your pitched voice. Airy, and breathy, and intoxicating. He’s grinding himself so desperately into the mattress that he’s sure he’s gone sticky.

The veins in his arms pop as he persistently fucks his fingers into your tight little hole, sloppily sucking your swollen clit as the way you roll your hips into his face drives him crazy. “You’re gonna make me cum…!” You whimper. “Fuck, Kiyoomi!”

That crude mixture of his spit and your cum is starting to form a little puddle under your backside, every bit of you he doesn’t get to swallow he doubles his efforts to drink you up sprucely.

Hearing you teeter over the edge makes him feel like he’s following close behind. Your moans are so astonishingly pretty that it’s turning his brain all fuzzy. “Ffffuck! Oh fuck. Oh my god, baby! Fuck-! I-I’m…I’m cumming…!”

Kiyoomi groans drunkenly into your cunt as it suckles on his fingers, he’s so determined to drink every last drop of your cum that he almost comes off as depraved. Lewdly slurping you up as the way he desperately sucks on your clit makes you whine into the air. Still indulging himself in your mess even as you whimper from overstimulation.

He only pulls away because the way you’re begging for him to fuck you is sending him into a frenzy. “Wan’ it so bad, Omi. Please? Do whatever you want to me. U-Use me up!”

“Yeah?” Kiyoomi hums into your mouth as you suck yourself off of his tongue. “Want me to use you? I’ll fuck you till you cry, you know.”

Your misty eyes make his heart skip, the way the head of his cock catches your entrance feels like stepping into heaven all over again. “Please, baby? Give it to me. ‘Wanna feel you inside!”

He gapes a little as he presses himself in, so overwhelmed that his head falls into your shoulder and it’s an effort for him not to outright cry out at how fucking unreal you feel.

He thinks he might just be falling in love with you. Having a pussy like this may just be a hazard for his mental health, there’s no way he’s letting this slip throughout his fingers. “Oh my god,” Kiyoomi chokes. “O-Oh my fucking god.”

“You feel… unbelievable, angel,” He starts his pace. God, fucking you is actually pushing him to the brink of insanity. “…oh my fucking-… s-so tight! So fucking wet for me, angel… holy shit…- you’re so good to me, baby.”

His breathless praises are sending you alight. He’s so deep in your guts that you’re sure you’d find a bulge if you looked down at where your bodies meet. “So good…! So, so good!”

The way you hold each other is so desperate and devoted that it feels biblical. “I can feel you in my stomach, Omi… So deep…! Y-You’re… too deep!”

Kiyoomi grunts as he pushes himself in to the hilt and holds himself there for a blissful second. Grinding his hips in shallow circles that make you choke on your tongue, but you barely know the half of until he’s lifting up one of your legs.

And then the other, lifting on his knees till he’s hovering over your pretty face, - and then he starts pistoning.

The way your face contorts from a flustered glimmer of welling tears to a blissed out gape that cutens as your tears fall is enough to make his balls feel tight enough to burst. Never mind how fucking amazing this new angle is, watching you lose your mind under him as those pretty tits move to the current of his thrusts is making his brain feel all cloudy. — He’s sure the eye contact he’s keeping is transparent in the fact that he’s turned a little love drunk. Ducking his head to press tempered kisses on your throat, but he can’t help himself from the way his lips skim up to your ear and his mouth moves without him really thinking about it.

It’s a pleasure induced haze, he’s sure. But he can’t be forgiven for the absolute filthy things he’s saying to you.

“You hear that?” He drags in a few particularly forceful thrusts that make you sob so prettily for him. “You’re really soaking me up, huh.”

“Is it that good? You feel me deep in your tummy?” Kiyoomi swivels his hips. “S-Shit. What a pretty fucking noise that just was. Fuck, baby. - Oh, are you crying?”

“Too much?” But even still he presses more of his weight on you until every thrust is hitting you to the hilt. So deep that every other press of his hips forces a yip out of you that makes his face hot. — He’s really starting to think he might be ruined for anyone else at this point.

“You’re g’nna take it for me anyway though, huh? Slutty baby… You’re gonna let me fuck you brain dead? Fuck you till you’re all stupid for me?”

You sound as far gone as he is. “Y- Yes! Yes!”

“Yeah, that’s it, angel. Such a… fuck… good fucking girl for me.”

You must be close to cumming cause you’re really starting to milk him for all he’s worth. Sucking him back in every time he pulls away and every moment he continues to fuck into you you only get tighter.

He’s losing his mind. “Ohhh fuck. Fuck! I swear to god I’m gonna break you. G’nna - shit - gonna fuck you till you’re all mine, yeah? H-Holy shit-“

Kiyoomi groans at the way your fingernails start to dig groves into his back. “Mhm. Mark me up, angel. Wanna see you all over me when we’re done.”

You grab a helping of his hair and hold on to it for dear life, you’re drooling at this point. “Oh my god… oh m’ god, Kiyoomi… I’m- I’m gonna make a mess!”

“Yeah?” Which obviously means he’s reaching down to rub messy circles on your clit. “Gonna make a mess? Wanna soak me in your pretty cum?”

“Give it to me then, baby. I’ll fill you up so good when you do.”

You croon in his ear and it sounds like gospel.

And then you’re soaking the bed with your cum.

Kiyoomi doesn’t let up even as your juices wet down his pelvis and legs. He doesn’t stop his punishing thrusts or the rhythm he’s keeping on your clit, still whispering words of filth and praise in your ear, — and it looks like you’ve completely lost yourself to the pleasure at this point. The way his name is clipping so desperately off your tongue is making his eyes roll into his head. And it’s just a few more moments of fucking into your spasming pussy till he’s following you off the edge.

“Oh god. Oh my god.” He hisses. “Mmmh - Oh fuck, baby. I’m cumming… f-fuck! I’m cumming. I’m cumming.”

Oh god, even after last night there’s still so much of it. So much and so hot. Just the feeling of clenching on his hot cum as he continues to fuck into you is sending you over the edge again. God, the sounds you’re both making. Thank goodness his penthouse is big enough to not worry about disturbing any of his neighbors, reinforced flooring probably snuffing out the sound of your debauched love making. He’s never been the most vocal in bed but you’re making him whine into your ear like a cheap whore. And the sounds you’re making - Fuck, the sounds you’re making, he wouldn’t be surprised if he turned his head and found the decorative plants near his terrace sprouting flowers. It shouldn’t even be possible to sound that fucking good and feel this fucking amazing all at once.

Kiyoomi doesn’t even realize that bed making firm clicks into the wall until he starts to slow up his thrusts. Gradually coming down from his high until his desperate movements become slow and sensuous grinding, still rocking into you even as you settle again in his arms.

He lifts his head to bring you into a lazy kiss, a little sloppy, a little butterfly inducing.

You sigh into his lips. “…Holy shit.”

Kiyoomi pulls away to press a few slow kisses into your jaw. “I think I just might be addicted to you.”

“You’re telling me…” You cross your legs over his back. “Is it too early to suggest we go steady?”

He snorts a little. “As if I’m letting you go anywhere after that.”

Kiyoomi raises his back to gingerly kiss you on the lips, so tender it feels loving. Even as he pulls away he seems ailed by it. He is ailed by it. He can’t even imagine how he’ll fare when he has to get up eventually.

His breath is warm against your lips. The way he speaks to you feels reverent. “You’re stuck with me now.”

You smile. And he goosebumps. “Aren’t I lucky then?”

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lanirawhoney · 10 days

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MSBY Picture Day!

#Lani art #haikyuu #hinata shouyou #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #bokuto koutarou #msby #illustration #artists on tumblr #hq timeskip #hq #art

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tojisprettywife · 1 month

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{note: *sigh* once again, unedited, not proof read, all characters are aged up. minors DNI.}

warnings: somnophilia?, nipple sucking, abt titty obsessed men

i keep thinking of how he’s so obsessed with boobs. even non sexually, stressed out?, his hands creep up under your top, just holding them. squeezing them, feeling their warmth. even in his sleep, he likes holding one titty in his palm. small or big, perky or not, he loves it. and when he wakes up earlier than you, feeling a little hot and bothered, his cock semi hard, he slowly lifts up your tee, his index finger tracing circles around your nipple. his breath warm on your nipples, causing them to harden. “mmh” you stir lightly in sleep but are too tired to wake up and notice what’s going on. he looks at you, to see whether you’re awake. he notices you’re still asleep, so he cups your breasts gently. both his index fingers, circling around your nipples, his eyes are fixated on them. he lowers his head slowly, taking one of your nipple into his mouth. his warm mouth, enveloping your hardened nipple. swirling his tongue, flicking his tongue on it, his hips slightly grinding against your thigh. he slightly whimpers, your tits either calm him down or turn him on a lot. his teeth slightly grazed your nipple, “mmmh” you stir awake lightly, look down at him. his eyes look into yours as his pretty lips are still around your nipple. “love?…” you softly say, registering what’s going on. you still keeps sucking on it slowly, looking into your eyes, his cock fully hard, pressing against your thigh. he pull away from your nipple, as a string of salvia connecting his lips to your nipple. he moves to other nipple, your hand finds his hair, gripping it as he sucks on the nipple harder. “ahhh” you moan softly, he pulls away lightly, pressing soft kisses on rest of your breast. “g’morning love” his voice rumbles in his chest, hoarse in the morning. “mmh morning baby” you say playing with his hair, as he keeps pressing kisses all over chest. “so pretty” he mumbles to himself, burying his face in between your breasts, grinding his clad cock against your clad sex. “baby….mmh” he tugs and pinches one of your nipples with his thumb and index finger eliciting a sharp moan. his soft kisses travel up to your neck, kissing that one spot that makes you shiver. his right hand slides past the waist band of your panties. “can we?…”

~ Choso Kamo! , Iwaizumi Hajime, Miya Osamu, Adriah Thomas, Chikara Ennoshita, Noritoshi Kamo, Megumi?, Rukawa Kaede, Miyagi Ryota!

~honorable mentions: Toji Fushiguro, Geto Suguru, Oikawa Toru, Mitsui Hisashi.

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rkgknno · 2 months

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Hello friends this is a formal invitation to welcome you to onigiri miya for tomorrow's group field trip. we will be meeting at 8AM sharp in front of the nearest 7-11. those of you who are unable to make it due to circumstances will be provided with a number to call to request their immaculate delivery service. thank you very much for your participation and i hope you will employ our services again.

#haikyuu!!#hq #miya osamu #miya atsumu #the bus will be waiting for you and also will be playing MSBY games during the trip

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sluttsumu · 8 months

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☆ — ft. atsumu miya + getting leaked

warnings: 18+, tsumu being nasty

a/n: a little thought of mine, i can totally imagine msby being up in arms because there’s an “alleged” video out.

atsumu is a nightmare for msby’s pr team.

at this point no one is even surprised when there’s a new viral vid on twitter of him fucking you from behind or stuffing his face in your ass. the lewd photography the two of you take may never have your faces in them but, it’s definitely you two, everyones knows that.

he has no shame, and neither do his teammates. the most recent scandal was a video of him fucking you in the new pair of handcuffs that seemed to get everyone’s attention.

it was another ordinary day for him as he walked in the locker room to see everyone on their phones after practice. the air was tense and everyone was thinking the same thing, he knew that they’d seen it and they were wondering why he didn’t care.

kiyoomi was the first to break the silence, as expected.

“so….miya”

atsumu flips his towel over his shoulder not even sparing his friend a glance. “how many times did you cum from watching it?” he cockily chuckled leaving the rest of the locker room in awe.

“SO IT IS YOU” bokuto exclaimed before starting to laugh along side hinata.

“i have no idea what you’re talkin’ about bo-kun”

the devil was a liar, and so was atsumu miya.

despite lying to his team claiming that the video wasn’t his, he enjoyed toying with the curiosity of others.

sakusa muttered a small “tch” under his breath as he reached into his pocket for his phone.

the video started playing.

atsumu’s lips curl into a smile as he finally turns to face the rest of the locker room as sakusa holds his phone to the blondes face. “that’s literally your girlfriend, miya.”

experiencing it was one thing but watching it was something else. the 20 second video played over and over again of your face stuffed into the sheets as atsumu fucked you full of his cum, your muffled whining echoed throughout the room until sakusa finally turned his phone off.

“she sounds pretty doesn’t she?” he smirked.

everyone was guilty to getting off to you, and atsumu knew that, it simply boosted his pride.

grabbing his bag his walks to the door, but doesn’t leave until spewing condescending words just to keep his friends on their toes.

“knock yourselves out.”

the door closes behind him meanwhile everyone looks at each other confused before receiving a collective notification, to a google drive with all of your porn on it.

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tvhsleb3ww · 2 months

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SKINCARE ROUTINE - MIYA ATSUMU

swearing, flirting, pda, husband! tsumu, pure fluff honestly

"ouch! yer bein' too rough on me!"

atsumu groaned in pure agony as you pulled the blackhead remover on his nose. you scoffed before rolling your eyes at him.

"i'm being gentle! you're the one who's being dramatic here"

his lips curl into a pout as his hand that rested on your waist squeezed your flesh. his hair is combed to the back with a fox headband and his face is all glossy from the skincare products.

"this dramatic man yer sayin' is yer hubby. spare some love for me"

he huffs as he leans down so that you can apply the clay mask on his face. as stubborn as he is, he'd still listen and oblige to you. you're the only one he'll listen to aside his ma. never osamu though.

it was a Friday night and it was time for your weekly skincare routine where you do your usual skincare but just add a little more steps such as exfoliating and clay masks! and what better way to spend it if it wasn't with your husband?

atsumu had just returned from multiple oversea games due to the volleyball season. he's finally taking a break and spending all his holiday time with his lovely wife that can actually be real mean to him sometimes.

"there you go. now, we just let it rest for 20 minutes"

his pout grows at your words. what the hell is he supposed to do for 20 minutes with a mask on his face? although, he must admit that the skincare is lovely and rejuvenating. especially when you apply it to him. he loves to feel your soft hands caressing him.

"hmm, i wanna feel your soft hands on me, baby"

he whispered as he leaned down to press a brief kiss on your lips. his hand moving to the side of your face so he can kiss you. you happily smile against his lips before pushing him away gently.

"your lip scrub is still intact, tsum"

he scoffs and takes your hand that was on his chest to his shoulder.

"fuck some lip scrub. yer lips are my lip scrub"

you laughed as he leaned in again to press his lips against yours. you happily kissed him back and after some time, you pulled away to catch your breath.

both of you stayed there just smiling and enjoying each other's presence. his hands squeeze your waist as he pressed a kiss on the corner of your lips. you snickered as you feel his lips all over your face.

"ya know a missed you like hell, right?"

he asked in a teasing manner as he pokes your waist, making you jolt because it tickles. you playfully smacked his shoulder, making him laugh.

"i missed you too, tsum. i'm just happy you're doing skincare with me"

"ya crazy? i'd ditch disneyland for ya!"

he exclaims and nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, making you tickle. you giggled as your arm wrap around his neck.

"tsum stop it! your clay mask hasn't dried yet!"

he laughs as he place wet kisses on your neck and exposed shoulder due to your loose shirt (his shirt). he makes overexaggerated kissing noises just to annoy you. you laugh and playfully smacked his back.

"you're so annoying, tsum!"

he smirks at that before continuing to press kisses on your collarbone.

"yknow i got an idea on how we should spend the night"

"shoot"

"oh baby, ya know what it is"

he says with a playful wink.

#atsumu x you #atsumu x reader #msby atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu miya #hq atsumu #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #hq x reader #haikyuu fluff #atsumu fluff

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teamatsumu · 3 months

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compression. (sakusa kiyoomi x reader)

summary: atsumu is the perfect person to feed your obsession with kiyoomi’s arms.

word count: 1172

warnings: swearing, very mildly suggestive (if you squint), detailed descriptions of kiyoomi’s arms in compression sleeves so it’s not for the faint hearted

tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi

When you studied Marketing and Communications in university, you didn’t exactly anticipate that your future would include you managing a V League Division 1 sports team. But every day when you went into work, you thanked the gods above that this is where your career path had led you, because that meant you could ogle Sakusa Kiyoomi and his infamous compression sleeves all day.

Oftentimes you were certain Kiyoomi didn’t mean anything by them. For him, they were practical. They kept his arms taut and ready for the ball. They made his movements sharper. He received the ball better. He didn’t have to feel his bare skin on the dirty court. These were all reasons you had heard straight out of his mouth. When you heard him mention them so nonchalantly, it almost made you feel bad for the absolutely sinful- borderline deranged- thoughts you had in your head about the way those sleeves made his arms look.

You were well aware of the kind of thoughts Kiyoomi’s choice of athletic wear caused among his fans. To put it simply and bluntly, they went feral over it. There were whole Twitter accounts dedicated to just his arms, or his chest. And as someone who often managed social media profiles for some of the members, you got to see the most unhinged of these comments with your own two eyes. And you would be the first to (secretly) admit that you agreed with 90% of what was being said, because holy shit did those sleeves do something to you.

Most of the time during practice, you could feel your eyes drift back over to the man in question, wearing a black sports tee and those godforsaken sleeves, working up quite the set as they played set after set to prepare for their next game. As the hours passed, Kiyoomi would get more and more disheveled, curls becoming unruly enough that he would grab a towel, biceps flexing as he ran it over the nape of his neck and dipped into the collar of his shirt. Christ almighty.

You should’ve known that you would eventually get caught. But if it was anyone who would notice, you had expected it to be Meian or maybe Coach Foster. But the person who did bring it up to you happened to be the biggest nightmare in this scenario; Miya Atsumu.

“Ya should be a little less obvious ‘bout it.” He commented when he trudged over to the bench where you sat, grabbing a water bottle and beginning to chug. You tore your eyes from Kiyoomi who now had his back to you, the muscles under his shirt flexing with every movement. You raised an eyebrow at the blond, not yet correlating his words with your hidden obsession. He placed the bottle down and placed a hand on his hip, giving you a knowing smirk.

“A blind grandma could notice the way yer lookin’ at him.”

Your eyes widened and cheeks flamed when he nudged his head in Kiyoomi’s direction, and you knew you had been caught. You clenched your jaw hard.

“You say a single word-”

He threw his hands up as if in surrender, effectively silencing your threat in its tracks.

“I won’t, promise! But there is one thing…..”

You groaned loudly, throwing your head back. Of course, of fucking course he would blackmail you with this.

“What do you want?” You deadpanned, glaring at him and preparing for the worst.

Atsumu looked a bit affronted, as if the mere insinuation that he might want something was preposterous to him. You gave him another tired look, until he sighed and gave up, plopping down heavily on the bench next to you.

“A phone number. Ya know that cute girl who comes by once a month? From the Volleyball Association?”

“No.”

Atsumu’s mouth dropped like a child who just got slapped. “Hey c’mon! Ya didn’t even hear me out!”

You groaned and pinched the bridge of your nose, feeling a characteristic frontal headache begin to build, courtesy of Miya Atsumu. “I’m tired of setting you up with people, Tsumu! It won’t end well, as always-”

“I’ll get you a picture of Omi with his compression sleeves.”

You give him an unimpressed look. “I can get hundreds of those off the internet.”

“I’ll get you a picture of Omi with just his compression sleeves.”

That made you halt in your tracks. You searched Atsumu’s face for any form of mockery or lie, and you found none. Your eyebrows shot up when you realized he was being serious.

“In the locker room. I can get it for ya today.”

Oh my god. Instinctively, your eyes darted over to the man in question, who was talking to Hinata about something. It looked like volleyball tips since he had his arms before him in a receiving position, and Hinata was rapidly nodding to what he was saying.

“No.” You shook your head. “No, that’s wrong.”

“I’ll take a selfie with him, yeah? He will know there’s a photo. And I can send it in the groupchat.”

You look back at Atsumu, seriously contemplating his offer. He kept yapping, as per usual, thinking that the more he talked, the likelier it would be to convince you. And the bastard was right, it was working.

“No one else will bat an eye. We see each other in the lockers all the time. No big deal.”

You bit your lip in thought. The possibility of seeing Kiyoomi shirtless and only in compression sleeves had your pulse rising.

“And you just want her number in return?”

Atsumu nodded eagerly. You gave him a narrow-eyed glare.

“Send the picture. Then I will give you the number.”

His triumphant grin made it feel like he had already won. “Deal.”

That evening, when your phone pinged with a text notification, you nearly flew across the bed to grab it, opening the picture Atsumu sent in the groupchat with eager fingers and freezing as soon as you laid eyes on it.

Atsumu had held up his end of the bargain spectacularly.

He had taken the picture with Kiyoomi a little further in the background, so he could get the man’s full torso in it. He was facing slightly away from the camera, but his face was turned towards it, capturing the scowl between his eyebrows and the little pout of his mouth. He was gloriously shirtless, still a bit sweaty from practice, and he held his shirt in his hand, one arm flexed as he held it while the other was held carelessly by his side, compression sleeves hugging the cords of toned muscles just right.

There was another ping, pulling you out of your trance and making you realize just how dry your mouth had gotten. Atsumu had messaged you privately.

“My payment? ;)”

You rolled your eyes and sent him the number, immediately going back to the picture and starring it for future reference, a tiny smile quirking up the corner of your lip as you did so.

#msby sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #haikyuu sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x you #hq x reader #hq x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #sakusa kiyoomi fluff #sakusa fluff #haikyuu msby #hq sakusa #sakusa x you

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klutzykozume · 2 years

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full fic

your phone rings again. it was sakusa again. you take a deep breath before answering, “hi omi.”

“hey, where are you? i came out of the locker room and didn’t see you in the gym,” though he would never admit it, you could tell sakusa was worried about you.

“alright. uh,” there’s a pause in the other side of the line, “is it okay if i come over?”

no, please don’t.

“of course you can, i was just about to start making something to eat. i’ll make enough for you, don’t worry.”

“alright, i’ll see you in a little,” you could tell sakusa was smiling at that point.

you doubt he’d still be smiling if he found out what happened earlier today.

a piece of a fic i’ve been writing. i should be posting it wednesday. it currently has over 2k words and i’m no where near being done oops-

edit edit: as i wrote more to the fic, i ended up nearing 3.5k words. i’m still not done there’s two more section i want to write out then i’ll present it!

#haikyuu x reader #sakusa x reader #hq #sakusa kiyoomi #.noncanontimeskip #.msby #.earlyaccess

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throttlee · 26 days

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one of the many fanfics i wrote inside my head

#haikyuu #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #haikyuu!!#sakuatsu #msby

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sugarlywhispers · 1 year

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s.kiyoomi + gf moments

☆— fem reader, crack, fluff

☆— a/n; i don't know what this is, i just had a thought and felt like writing it.. it could become a serie of events until the Sakusa Kiyoomi finally admits he loves y/n (?) idk, let me know if you like the idea😊

You have been best friends with Bokuto since you were young. Your friendship was so fun and purely like brother and sister that you even decided to move together once high school was over and your University period of life began. Even if you were very different in personalities, somehow you both worked together and couldn't imagine a life without him as your bestie-almost brother.

After some time living together, you got very used to seeing some people around the house almost everyday, his volleyball teammates.

First, it was Miya Atsumu and Sakusa Kiyoomi. Atsumu was the biggest flirt you have ever encountered in your life, almost to the point in which sometimes it annoyed you. In a good way though. He was a cutie.

While Kiyoomi was very chill and shy, he mostly kept to himself if no one bothered him; but he had the most snarky and filled with sarcasm answers for whatever antics Boo and 'Tsumu could come up with. You loved it.

Then Hinata Shouyo joined the team, and it was like a whirlwind uprooted everything in his path. He was the most outgoing and sociable and kind human being you have ever met.

And it all became like a routine. Everyday after practice, all of them would come to have dinner at yours and Boo's apartment. By this time, you already know all of them and how they all liked things and their meals. Especially Omi. He was a particular, rare especimen.

Bokuto had warned you before introducing him, how he did not like physical contact or how he wouldn't take off his mask if he wasn’t playing in a match or eating. He warned you not to feel offended or take it personal if he bluntly commented on how things were not clean enough or whatever.

But surprisingly, he had never looked down on anything in your apartment or even commented anything in front of you.

There was even one time he did comment in the middle of dinner, "I'm surprised how you maintain everything this clean and organized considering you live with Bokuto…"

"Hey!" Boo complained, mouth full of food, while everyone laughed.

That same night, Boo had pestered you about how the Sakusa Kiyoomi liked you. Of course, you couldn't believe it. The man barely spoke to you outside of those moments the team was present at your apartment.

It was until one night, when everyone came of course after practice to have dinner you were already cooking, when he did something you never thought he would do.

Of course, the amount of noise they made even before getting inside the apartment was a clear sign they were almost there. Shouyo and Boo always came straight to hug, picking you up and squishing you hard as a greeting. Atsumu would fist pump and wink at you before throwing himself on the sofa, of course putting some other volleyball's team match on the TV. While Omi would simply bow slightly with his head, not even getting too close to you, standing on the entrance of the kitchen.

By this time, you already knew and respected each one of them and their ways to show how much they appreciated you.

"It smells so good, Y/N," whined Shouyo as he entered the kitchen and made his way to the fridge to pick something to drink.

Omi was so quiet you have not realized he had followed the red-mostly orange-head and was standing at the door of the kitchen.

"I'm glad you think that," you smiled happily.

"He says that about almost everything. He would eat a bug and say exactly the same thing if he's hungry enough."

To say that you were surprised to hear his deep voice speak that amount of words was small. Yet, you couldn't avoid finding it funny how he always got the cleverest answers and dark humor. So you laughed, while Shouyo pouted, drinking from the beer he took from the fridge–it was Friday night after all.

You kept cooking, smiling and listening to how Shouyo complained to his teammate how evil he was with him when he was all nice to him.

"Alright you two…" you meddled, smiling happily at the incessant noise from everyone around, "If you're gonna keep arguing, you could at least help on setting the table, right?"

They both nodded while moving around to find what they needed, still arguing, but now about something else which sounded like Shouyo's height. Omi loved getting on Shouyo's nerves when it came to his height.

"What's that, Y/N?" Shouyo suddenly asked, signaling to a set of a plate, forks, a glass and a mug that were separated in a corner of the cupboard.

"Oh. That's Omi's," you said, your attention anywhere but said man.

"I don't remember leaving my stuff here," he commented, with no mean intention in his voice towards you.

"No, I mean… I know you don't like your stuff mixed with everyone's, so I picked a set I always clean twice and kept it separated from everything else. No one touches or uses that but you," you answered him, still looking at the food you were cooking over the oven.

Oh, God, kill me now, was all you thought as silence reigned in the kitchen.

But then, you felt a tall, warm presence behind you. You knew it was Omi, Shouyou was not that tall–he was only a head over yours, while you knew Omi was much taller.

It was the first time the Sakusa Kiyoomi got that close to you and it shocked you to the core. But what surprised you the most was when you felt his chin rest on your head comfortably.

"Thank you, Y/N," you could feel the vibrations of his deep voice and the rumble of his chest on your back saying your name, his entire dark but comfy aura so close to you, all you could think was how good it felt.

If you would have turned a bit to Shouyo's direction, you would have seen him with his eyes open wide, like those funny cartoons where their eyes popped off their face to express shock. Thankfully, he didn't say anything, he simply turned on his feet and flew from the kitchen to the living room where Tsumu and Boo were.

"You're welcome," was all you could say, almost a whisper, as he comfortably stayed there, barely a centimeter of distance between his body and yours.

If you weren't shocked enough by that, you definitely almost collapsed when you felt one of his fingers timidly caress your hand that was not holding the spoon you were cooking with, resting next to your hip. It had been barely a touch, yet the warmth and little tingling it provoked made you take a deep breath to gather your mind straight.

If you hadn't before, now you definitely were falling for this rare specimen.

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