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[taeyamayang]

PRACTICE GAME, REMATCH?

ㅡa oneshot side story from my series Falling for Your Brother's Friend, Suna. this side story takes place after part 2 of the series. it is not 'required' to read the series as you can enjoy this piece as is, however, reading it gives you an idea to their bg, history, and some of their inside jokes/quirks.

pairing: Suna Rintarou x Reader

gist: from a friendly match to a serious bet. you find yourself defending half of the court with your brothers, the Miya twins, against Inarizaki's famous ace, middle blocker, and captain.

genre: fluff! | romance | a lot of bickering and teasing | suna fucking brainrot AGAIN and i do not apologize

warning: smoochies heh | not safe for suna simps | jealous suna | barely edited will do it when i'm free

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How you spend your time this afternoon is not quite different from an ordinary after-class day. Mayhaps, the only difference is that you are not required to be in the volleyball gym yet you voluntarily chose to be here. After all, could there be any other places to kill time when your brothers, Atsumu and Osamu, and boyfriend, Suna Rintaro, are obsessed with playing volleyball?

However, your presence in the court is deemed unwelcomed by two individuals who share the same obnoxious face. Osamu, in particular, has been staring at you since you arrived but you ignore him with ease as usual. On the other hand, Atsumu, the blonde idiot is like a damned fly. He shoots glares at you from across the room, scrutinizing your every move, and judging your reason for staying. Every time you swat him out of your vision, he makes sure you know he is there. 

“Stop staring at Suna and wipe your drool,” Atsumu calls from the court after tossing a ball to Aran. The ball bounces on the other side of the net in perfect trajectory.

“Shut up! I wasn’t drooling!” Your cheeks burn from embarrassment as pairs of eyes shift to you. You quickly glance at the boy you’re dating only to catch him looking at you. Even though you have been dating Suna for months, he still has the same effect on you when you first realized you’re head over heels for him, but still drooling is an exaggeration. 

“Ha! You didn’t even deny staring at Suna! Go home and be productive. Cook me dinner!” Atsumu demands like he owns your family's place. It’s too late to deny watching your boyfriend block spikes from Aran (because you are indeed staring at him. To be true, how can you not when he looks hot in his jersey?) so the only way to win the chaff is to throw in your expertise... insults.

“If I’m not looking at him, who else would I look at? You and your flat ass? I’d rather stare at a freaking wall it wouldn’t be much different!” Your insults work as Atsumu begins to fume.

“Welcome to my life, everyone.” A loud sigh rolls out from Osamu’s lips as he shakes his head in disappointment. The two of you continued bickering loudly as he massage his temples as if to soothe stress. 

“Samu?!” You call, turning your attention to the gray-headed in hopes to gain a comrade.

“I shared with you mama’s nutrients for nine months don’t you dare betray me now. I don't have a flat ass, you gotta agree on me with this, twin!” Atsumu jots in. He always uses the twin card whenever he needs Samu to be on his side. Although it never worked, not even once.

“For fucks sake, I will not take anyone’s side!” Osamu exclaims, exasperated for the nth time since you and Atsumu learned how to bicker back and forth like a toddler fighting over a plastic toy. As you and the blonde go on with exchanging insults, Aran with an admiring smile walks up to Osamu.

“I can see that you have an interesting family. Is there anything that the two of them agree on?” Aran asks, stirring Osamu's thoughts to wonder. Sure, there are tons of things that the two of you disagree on but there is one thing that makes everyone certain that you and Atsumu share the same DNA.

“Volleyball,” Osamu replies, eyes still glued to the two of you. “Those two are freaks of volleyball, although (y/n) refuses to admit it.” 

“Hm, volleyball.” A soft-toned voice catches Osamu and Aran off guard. Kita appears next to Osamu. Between his hands is a volleyball and on his face is a tender smile. He proposes, “How about a three-on-three match? The Miyas versus Inarizaki’s men’s volleyball team members?” 

“A-are you serious, Kita-san?” Osamu stutters, looking at him with wide eyes. Nonetheless, Kita’s idea tinder the flame in him. People have seen him and Atsumu play together but never the three of you on the same team. Perhaps, it’s about time to show what is like to be a Miya. 

“Interesting, I’m down to play!” Aran raises his hand and Kita nods in approval. 

“Hey, dimwits! Kita-san is proposing a three-on-three battle. We’re on the same team, what do you say?” Osamu cuts off the unending heated (not really) argument between the two of you. You look at each other; at the same time a similar spark lights in your eyes. With a click of a tongue and sly smile, Osamu whispers to himself. “There you go, the freaks of volleyball.” 

“You better save every ball, (y/n).” Atsumu cups his dominant shoulder with one hand as he begins to roll his arm into circles. For the meantime, he dimisses all arguments he was ready to throw at you at the back of his mind. For later, of course. Atsumu clearly has his priorities straight.

“Just keep your eyes forward, I got your back, dumbass.” Likewise, confidence seeps as you respond.

Osamu proves that he knows his siblings well. If there’s one thing the two of them instantly agree on, it’s volleyball. Both you and Atsumu make your way to where the rest are.

“I’m in, too.” A boy calls from the other side of the court. Your eyes meet with a sharp pair and your walls crash beneath your feet. Suna strides in the direction where you and the rest are located. His orbs linger at you as the corners of his lips are pulled by his infamous sneer. 

“Alright, all is set. This is the Miyas against three of us.” Kita joins his hands together to commence the match. “You have a spare uniform at the women’s locker room right, (y/n)?” 

“Yep!” Kita’s question causes you to tear your eyes from your boyfriend. As each prepare for the match, Suna slithery walks up to you. 

“How about we put a bet on this game, just between the two of us? Whoever team win earns a favor.” He says.

“You are serious about this, huh?” You tip your head up to meet his gaze. Cocking your eyebrow in question causes Suna to taunt you further.

“I won’t go easy on you, love.” Yet, you play his game.

“Don’t sulk when you lose, love.” You mockingly mirror his tone. You shoot him an arrogant grin, one that reaches your eyes. “If this game earns me a favor from none other than Suna Rintarou who would rather do nothing than anything then, be my guest. I’m in.” You shoot him a wink before jogging your way out of the gym and to the women’s locker room. Albeit, Suna is left attempting to hide a smile showing on his face. Your strong spirit and competitive nature are one of the many things that charmed him.

Soon everyone is set. News within Inarizaki flies like pollens in the wind as students who stayed behind after finals begin to gather in the gym. They must have heard of the three-on-three match between the Miya siblings and the men’s volleyball team. It's no wonder as their team has garnered several admirers since they started making a name in tournaments outside of Hyogo so it is not surprising to see a swarm of girls and a few boys squealing in excitement as they anticipate the game. You were just like them a few months back; standing on the courtside and pretending to cheer on your brothers when you are thoroughly captivated by a tall blocker.

A freshman on the men's volleyball team offered to be the commentator of the game to spice it up a bit. He rolled an old folder to make it into a makeshift amplifier.

"Alright everyone gather your voice and cheer for the team standing on the left side. Give it up for the Miyas! Wearing number seven, we have Inarizaki's men's volleyball team setter, Atsumu Miya!" And just that with his name called out, screams from the crowd echoed in the gym. The cheers did not die down as the commentator introduces the next member. "Together with him in his team, wearing number eleven is Inarizaki's men's volleyball team wing spiker, Osamu Miya! And the last and certainly not the least, but maybe the tiniest."

"Hey!" You cut him off and the crowd laughs. The commentator who is also your batchmate lifts two fingers to show a peace sign. He continues, "Standing with jersey number thirteen is Inarizaki's women's volleyball team's newest member and libero, (y/n) Miya!" You can't help but side-eye the crowd. Being introduced next to your famous brothers put weight on your shoulder. Nevertheless, the audience cheers for you.

Afterward, the commentator introduces the other team. Kita Shinsuke, the captain, remained unmoved by the cheers by keeping his eyes forward. Aran Ojiro flashed a cute smile while nodding at the spectators. Finally, Suna Rintarou held your breath by sticking his gaze on you. He did not flinch at the defeaning cheers bouncing off the wall of the gymnasium as he stares at you with a look on his face. 

“The first serve goes to the boys of the Inarizaki volleyball team. Aran Ojiro, the team’s ace, throws the ball up and... BAM!” The powerful hit of Aran’s palm on the volleyball almost scared the shit out of you. His commanding serve reaches your team’s side of the court and flies passed your brothers. As the libero of the team, you are tasked to keep the ball up. By instinct, you dive into the floor chest first. Your free hand stretches forward to meet with the ball, and when you and everyone in the court thought your dive wouldn’t make it, the ball lands on the back of your hand. 

“OH GOD, BROTHERS!” You called out of triumph as you watch it bounce from your hand and back into the air. 

“I KNOW!” The adrenaline starts to kick in as they both reply in unison with their eyes following the ball.

“THAT WAS A QUICK SAVE BY MIYA!” The commentator yells and the crowd shrieks in excitement. The commentator clears his throat after realizing his mistake. “The three of them are Miyas, my bad. I meant, THE YOUNGEST MIYA SAVED THE BALL!” He once again shouts resulting in another whoop from the crowd.

Following the game, Atsumu gracefully tosses the ball to his twin. It lands above the net allowing Osamu to freely execute his spike. With the twist of his arm and his eyes focused on a blank spot on the other side of the court, Osamu smashes it in a hit. The ball lands in a sharp motion rendering the three shaken by the swift moves the three of you pulled. 

“One point for the Miyas!” The commentator shouts and the audience, mostly fans of your brothers, jump in cheer. The commentator continues. “And the game has begun.”

The match is a close fight between two teams. As one team gains a point the other follows through. It is hard to decipher which team will have the bragging rights after the game.

As of the moment, both teams have tied on a score of twenty-three. Just as the heat of the game sets in you notice more eyes on the court.

Atsumu prepares to deliver his serve. He raises one hand in the air to silence the roomㅡhis iconic service ritual that you thought is obnoxious yet very him to do. 

Your eyes go past the net and surprisingly meets with a pair of narrow grey-olive orbs. As soon as your eyes lock, a lazy smirk tugs his lips. Your team is nearing twenty-five points, now is not the time to lose concentration. But even as you tear your eyes away from him the image of it is stuck in your head. Damn it, he is doing this on purpose, you thought. Still, your eagerness to win clears your clouded thoughts.

Right on time, Atsumu hits the ball as he spikes. Unfortunately, Kita receives it with ease passing it to Aran before the latter spikes it back to your side of the court. The relentless afterschool practice pays off as you briskly receive it using your forearm. The rally begins. Just as when you thought you have your mind fully invested in the game, a loud murmur from a group of boys near the sideline of the court perks your ears. 

“Is it over?” The boy who had just entered the gym asks between breaths. 

“Not yet. Told you she’d be here. It’s the siblings versus Inarizaki’s men's volleyball team.” The other boy replies and asks, “You still have your eyes on her? Thought she’s taken?”

“Like it matters? I supported her since tryouts.” 

“Dude, I heard she’s dating Suna, the middle blocker.” The boy giggles as he playfully smacks the other on his chest.

As you hear his name drop, you look at Suna who’s currently anticipating the ball from your side. When he notices you looking at him he quickly shoots you a questioning look before returning his focus to the game. While you, completely off-tracked by the conversation you heard, shift your gaze at the boys talking about you. The friends of the boy who came late nudge him as they catch you looking in their direction. 

“Keep it low you fucking dumbasses.” The boy’s face immediately turns tomato. 

“Nah, she’s looking at me, bro. Looks like aside from Suna you got me as your other competitor to win (y/n)'s heart." The other boy teases, earning a series of giggles from their group.

what the fuck.

You out of everyone you have encountered most definitely can’t handle attention, specifically this type of attention. You are used to standing in the shadows of your famous twin brothers. With your though utterly shriveled, your limbs are immovable; almost like you’ve tossed your basics in volleyball into the bin. You don’t even know where the ball is at as you attempt to draw back your focus back into the game.

Just as you were completely lost, a cutting strike of a ball landing to your side shook your senses. You look at where the ball came from and there you witness your worst nightmare. Suna is boring his eyes to you, brows pressed to the center of his forehead, and his lips pursed into a thin line. He wipes a bead of sweat at the side of his face using his shoulder. The unofficial referee whistles and the commentator declares a point to their team. Being at the front and side with only the net separating you from him, his aura intimidates you. 

“Eyes on me.” He says in a baritone voice, and you swear if eyes can burn, you’re burnt to ashes. 

Your distraction causes the other team to lead a point. The least you want to do right now is to turn your head to peer at your brothers because even without looking at them you can feel their fuming stares at the back of your skull. You don't want to yet reprimanded by your brothers mid-game because you were eavesdropping.

Hence, you focus on the game, You won’t let the other team win, not when you placed a bet. Although, you have not decided what favor you want him to do you still yearn to win the game with your brothers. 

Continuing the final minutes of the game, Kita serves his team. The ball falls directly within Atsumu’s reach. By instinct, the latter receives the ball. He curses under his breath as soon as he realizes he has fallen into the captain’s trap. If there’s anyone who knows their strengths and weaknesses, it’s got to be their team captain. The twins are certain that Kita did it intentionally. With your team’s setter’s hands tied you and Osamu are left to decide who sets the ball. 

Osamu has cleaner sets than you are but if he tosses you the ball, it might be a bigger risk. You don’t spike because most of the time your hits are too soft to make it to the other side. Spiking is definitely not your strength, hence, it draws you to a choice.

“Mine!” You call out, following the ball. Atsumu’s lids stretch out as his mouth gapes open. Out of pride and just to piss you brother off, you hate doing sets in front of Atsumu even though your brother has claimed that you have a talent for setting (but according to him you still suck at spiking so you’re no better than him. that asshole). You hate to admit to yourself that you are, in some aspects, most similar to him than Osamu.

Still, this phenomenon before him is like a miracle unraveled. Osamu gets into the position, anchoring his feet to the ground ready to jump into the air and hit the ball. 

The ball lands on the tips of your fingers, and suddenly Atsumu’s tips on tossing a ball replay in your head. He told you about focusing on the spot in the air in which you want the ball to hit its peak. Be aware of the angle you are at and control your upper body. Don’t hit it too hard but not too soft, just right for the spiker to reach.

Keeping these in mind, you put his words into action. The ball hits the vertex of the parabola at the spot where you wanted. A satisfied and hungry grin plays on Osamu’s lips as he sees the ball in the perfect spot. He could already feel the throbbing pain of pounding the ball with the expanse of his hand. And he did so. He hits it with full force only to land on three pairs of hands on the other side of the net. Kita’s team successfully defended his attack using a three-player block. 

“Inarizaki’s men's volleyball team wins!” The commentator announces. Cheers dull you ears as you hear a loud call from your brother.

“(Y/n)! That was a perfect toss! I am so proud of you!” Atsumu surprises you as he lifts you into an embrace. Although your team lost the match, a wide stretch of smile adorns your face.

“It was?!” You ask looking at him from below. He jumps in joy with you still in his arms.

“It was! it was! You are so good you make me so proud.” You hold him by his shoulder. “Who taught you to toss?”

“You!” You enthusiastically responded. 

“Who’s the best teacher?” Atsumu asks and without a second thought, you reply.

“You!” The two of you rejoice as if you had won the game which leads to Osamu looking at the both of you in disgust.

“Oi, morons, we lost the match in case you both didn’t notice. And what happened to hating each other’s guts an hour ago?” His words are ignored by you and Atsumu as you both get lost in your bubble. Soon, Kita approaches Osamu to shake his hand and thank him for a good game.

Perhaps, it is true that winning isn’t just about taking home the trophy but it is in the learnings from every match...

Sike.

After the adrenaline has flushed out from your system the three of you are utterly gutted with losing. Osamu is disappointed by putting his faith in the two of you, Atsumu’s pride is crushed, and you are burdened by a losing bet.

“I need a rematch!” Atsumu and his petty behavior resumes.

Since losing the game, the three of you are tasked to clean the gym. The twins are rolling the net while you are gathering the balls inside a steel container. As you pick up the final stray ball on the floor a squeak from rubber shoes meeting the ground tells you that someone has approached you.

It's probably him.

"What did the boys say during the game?" You were expecting him to ask about fulfilling his favor but you are met with your sleep paralysis demon in flesh. Suna pins you down with his eyes.

"Oh, about that." Your throat runs dry and you can't help but falter your eyes somewhere but him before continuing. "They were, uh, teasing a boy who seemed to like me."

Your statement did nothing good as a visible clench in his jaws is seen. Albeit, you try to lighten the mood. "He likes my gameplay, that's it. I heard he supported me from the beginning of tryouts!"

He turns to look at the other side to hide an expression on his face. His bottom lip is slightly pouted and the creases on his face soften. It is typical to see an umimpressed and unapproachable look on his face, but never this. Yes, he may look pissed and annoyed but with the way his cheeks round and his lips protruded out he looks squishy. If only you have a camera with you to take a snap of his face so you can immortalize this moment you would have taken hundreds.

"I supported you before your tryouts. I supported you even when you were the soccer team's acting manager." Suna points out and right off the bat, you understood where his sudden shift in his mood is coming from.

He's jealous.

You take this as a cue to wrap your arms around his tiny waist and pull him into an embrace. Your face only reaches up to his chest but this is good enough.

"Of course, you did. That's why you're my best boy." You coo to him, holding him tighter.

"As it should." You feel his hand cup the back of your head and the other on your back.

"About the bet. What do you want me to do for you?" You ask, still in his embrace. Suna hums for a moment and knowing him, he probably has a sly smile on his face. For sure even before he proposed a bet he already have a favor in mind that he wants you to do.

"I want a-" Your romantic moment is interrupted by an overprotective blonde brother.

"Suna! Get your hands off my sister! And you, young lady, you are coming home with us. You are not hanging out with Suna alone!" Atsumu commands from across the room. He is carrying the metal rods of the net stand and tailed with him is Osamu who is lifting half of its weight. Suna immediately lifts his hands up and as soon he did you untangled your arms.

"You sound like dad!" You bicker.

Osamu puffs out air, halting in his steps as his free hand lands on his twin's shoulder.

"It might be too late for that, tsumu. I have failed you as our sister's guardian." Osamu looks at his twin with apologetic eyes. Contrary, Atsumu flashes him a confused look. Horror paints your entire being as your mind connects with Osamu. You know what he is talking about. He is referring to that day. Though he pledged not to speak of it, cold sweats trail the sides of your face.

Osamu won't break his promise, right?

Thankfully, Suna changes the conversation by speaking. "I won't do anything, I promise." Being reminded of his guardian role that he set up for himself Atsumu raises a finger to point at his teammate.

"I am holding onto your words, Rin!" Osamu pushes his twin out of the gym as he murmurs "Quit it, let's go."

Soon, you and Suna are left alone. You pick up where your last conversation with Suna ended before Atsumu caused a scene.

"You said you wanted a?" You ask, blinking at him innocently. A growing smile crawls on his face as his eyes wander on you fondly. He chews the insides of his cheeks as he dips in to whisper to your ear.

"A kiss."

Two fucking words. It took two words to leave you stunned. While it takes him ten seconds to break his promise to your brother, Atsumu. Your brother isn't overprotective of the thought of Suna hurting you may it be physically or emotionally. He is most concerned about this. This exactly. Doing what lovers do because in the eyes of Atsumu you are his little sister, too young to involve yourself in romantic affairs. Suna pulls back to meet with your eyes but your vision is glued to point past his shoulder.

"Is it too much? I can think of a different one if you don't like it." Suna says with hushed voice.

"Where? Here? Are you kidding me?! What if someone walks in? What if my brothers walk in?"

"Oh, you want it now, huh?" Suna takes a step closer.

"T-that's not what I meant!" Your words are caught in your throat.

"Hm? It's not like it's our first time." Another step forward and his voice drops.

"What if my brother sees us?" You ask quietly feeling the hard wall on your back. A post is on your right which kinda lifts your worries. If ever your brothers come in the post has fully covered you both, but still, you asked.

"It will be quick." Suna decreased the distance between the two of you by inching his head forward. His body weight is supported by his arm placed on the wall at the side of his head. Slowly, he dips in. Just as his lips are barely an inch away from yours, he reassures you, "you can still say no."

Swiftly, without much thought, you hand cups his nape before pushing his face towards you. Once you feel his lips on you, your lids flutter close. Your other hand finds its way to his hair, grasping it gently thus earning a soft moan from him. Suna deepens the kiss by tilting his head to the side. The back of your head slightly hits the wall as his parted lips push forward. He steadies you by putting in hands on your waist, carefully not making drastic moves that could cause you to feel discomfort.

The kiss was slow but not messy. Suna takes the lead by motioning you to tilt to the other side. Feeling every edge of your lips and tasting you. You missed his lips, the tendering molding of his’ against yours. You long for his touch, the gentle press of his fingers on your skin, and the warmth of his body close to you. For now, you forget about the risks. You take in the present, kissing him back passionately and without restraint. All that you want right now is him. He takes you by surprise as his teeth claw on your bottom lip, pulling it lightly before releasing it. He leaves pecks on your swollen mouth. He pulls back leaving you enough room to speak.

"Don't tell my brothers."

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[yenqa]

firsts

synopsis — sakusa and you have never had a conversation, and honestly you’re terrified of the man. but one conversation turns out to be many more of your firsts with sakusa.

warnings — reader is scared of men LMFAO, not really any

pairing — sakusa x implied fem!reader

wordcount — 710

a/n — happy birthday to himm! also my first hq post in a while OOPS also not proofread sorry!

You’ve never really talked to Sakusa.

You had been the manager of the volleyball team since your first year–and you had known him since then, but for some reason, you haven’t talked to him unless it’s volleyball related.

In fact–you don’t think you’ve ever had a conversation with him. But there's a first for everything, right?

Itachiyama has made it to nationals (not like it’s a surprise), and everyone has just arrived. The room continues to fill with people you don’t know, so you decide it’s best to stick with your team so you don’t get lost.

Well apparently that was a horrible idea to everyone else. Because you’ve lost everyone but Sakusa. 

And you’re terrified. Surrounded in a room full of men you don’t know sounded like your worst nightmare, and you were living it currently.

Frantically scanning the room for anyone that’s not Sakusa, you somehow can’t spot any of the familiar bright yellow and green jackets your team is wearing.

Everyone knows that Sakusa doesn’t like to be bothered. But when you make eye contact with him, you change your expression to a way where he understands you’re pleading for help.

And he nods once.

Your mouth breaks out into a smile, and you shimmy your way to the crowd. Letting out a sigh of relief–you lean on the wall for support, muttering a small thank you to Sakusa. 

You don’t expect him to say anything back, but you can hear his muffled voice say, “You okay?”

Tilting your head slightly up to make eye contact with him, you smile as you say, “Yeah–I’m fine. Are you nervous?”

You’re not sure why you ask the question, he probably doesn’t want to be bothered. I mean–you were still kind of shocked that he let you even be near him.

“Not really. Are you?”

You’re even more shocked when he continues the conversation. You’d expect he’d be the most rude person if he didn’t want to talk. “I-uhm I am a little bit. But we’re exempt from playing today right?”

Yeah–this definitely is the first and last conversation you’ll ever have with him.

He nods.

Then it’s silent.

Surprisingly, the silence isn't the most awkward thing you’ve experienced. It feels as if you’re just two people co-existing.

You watch as everyone excitedly hugs each other or glares at their next opponent. One person even tries to rile up the other, eliciting a small chuckle from you.

From the corner of your eye you can tell he’s curious, but he hasn’t said anything yet. This time, you take initiative to point at the players, also describing the jacket colors.

And you swear you can hear him laugh.

Not a full–hearty laugh obviously, but a small chuckle. A quiet one that you don’t even notice. But it’s definitely the first time you’ve heard him do anything resembling a laugh.

“You laughed.” You blurt out, before you even realize. 

He furrows his brows, “I did.”

Your eyes widen, “Sorry–oh my gosh, it’s just the first time I’ve heard your laugh before, Sakusa-san. I swear I didn’t mean it like that–you just have a nice laugh–”

And now he’s actually laughing–like not even hard to hear.

He’s laughing, he’s hunched over, shaking and clutching his stomach. You don’t think you’ve ever felt more mortified in your life.

“It wasn’t that funny was it?” You ask, a frown on your face.

Sakusa catches his breath, “Funnier than any of the jokes Komori tries to make.”

“There wasn’t even a joke! And I happen to like the jokes he makes!”

“Only if you’re sick in the head.”

You scoff at his remark, “Wow, Sakusa-san, you’re very hard to please.”

“Kiyoomi.”

“Another complaint?” You tease, trying to play dumb at what he’s trying to imply. 

“Call me Kiyoomi.”

You can feel heat rush to your cheeks, you tuck your hair back behind your ear and mutter, “Okay, Kiyoomi.”

And even though he’s wearing a white mask, you swear you can see his eyes crinkle and you can assume the corners of his mouth turn up ever so slightly. 

You’ve had many firsts with Sakusa today. This is the first time you’ve seen him smile–just maybe next time he’ll do it while his face is fully shown.

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#yenqa’s works! #sakusa x reader #sakusa fluff #kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x y/n #sakusa angst #sakusa imagines #sakusa fanfiction #sakusa x you #kiyoomi sakusa x reader #hq sakusa #haikyuu sakusa #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu au #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyu fic #haikyuu fic #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu smau #haikyuu x reader smau #haikyuu x you #haikyu fluff #haikyu smau

[bmj-arts]

Spiderdads Tangled AU 🕷️✨

i was feeling silly im sorry

lylascal

#peter b and flynn rider just give off similar vibes #miguel prefers being alone in his lab up in hq he’d probably be used to being locked up in a tower #spiderdads #tangled au #old man yaoi #late post oops #parkhara #petermiguel #miguel x peter #miguel x peter b #peter x miguel #peter b x miguel #miguel o’hara #miguel ohara #peter parker #peter b parker #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #lyla #lyla spiderverse #astv lyla #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #atsv #into the spiderverse #itsv #bmj_arts

[h4mmiee]

just a little 80s au hinata doodle

#haikyuu #haikyuu fanart #my art #haikyuu!! #hinata shoyo #hq 80s au

[axoqiii]

hq x pokemon au btw . if u even care

#i have a whole doc to plan out this au . more details to come #kageyama uses his corvisquire as flight transportation like silver does in pokespe !! #hinata has a shiny emolga but has no idea its a shiny pkmn #haikyuu #haikyu #haikyuu!! #hq #hq!! #kageyama tobio #hinata shoyo #hinata shouyou #sugawara koushi #pokemon #hq pkmn au #my art #ハイキュー

[byunbqbes]

HIGH TENSION SCENARIOS WITH HQ BOYS

RIDING PUBLIC TRANSPORT – where it's peak hour on the train, and you're getting squashed against him. you can smell his minty deodorant and, if you're not imagining things, hear the thumps of his heart in his chest. (it's your fault for looking up at him through your eyelashes!!) when you're nearing your stop, he leans down and whispers in your ear, "we're getting off soon."

IWAIZUMI, ushijima, osamu, bokuto, daichi (SORRY IM NAMING ALL THE BEEFY MEN...)

TOUCHING SHOULDERS – you are watching a movie together when he starts getting comfortable and scoots closer, accidentally grazing his shoulder against yours. none of you are focusing on the movie and you're both thinking to yourselves, does this mean anything more?

akaashi, kita, KAGS (boy would start blushing SO much), kenma, sugawara, sakusa

SHARING A BED – awkwardly lying as far away from each other as possible, only to wake up with entangled limbs and your head on his chest. one of you wakes up first and quietly observes how peaceful the other looks and how beautiful they were with the soft morning sun kissing their skin.

yamaguchi, mattsun, ushijima, sugawara, hinata, SAKUSA (this man will literally ASK you to sleep further from him before unknowingly spooning you in his sleep lol)

PUTTING SOMETHING OUT OF YOUR REACH – he probably just showed you an unglam picture that he took of you, and you reached over to snatch his phone out of his hand. but he's quicker - he raises his phone above his head to make you jump for it. he smiles smugly while you whine, tiptoeing to the best of your efforts. both of you are suddenly very aware of the sudden proximity between you. tense silence ensues

kuroo, SUNA, oikawa, TSUKISHIMAdjkfnsdkfn, tendou, atsumu, bokuto??

inspired by this tiktok: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS8uasSBx/

🥐 reblogs are very appreciated!!

#hq #hq imagines #hq x you #hq hcs #hq fanfic #hq sakusa #hq kageyama #hq oikawa #haikyu x reader #haikyuu fic #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #hq fluff #haikyuu au #haikyuu fanfiction #suna rintarō #atsumu x reader #kuroo tetsurou #hq suna #hq scenarios #hq images #hq iwaizumi #iwaizumi x you #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #hq headcanons #ushijima wakatoshi #kageyama tobio #kuroo x y/n #suna x reader

[iinoruu]

sakuatsu and sunaosa vampire au 🤭

#haikyuu #haikyuu fanart #hq #iinoruuart #art #digitalart #fanart #hq fanart #sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu sakusa #miya atsumu #miya osamu #osamu #sakuatsu #sakusa x atsumu #suna #vampire #vampire au #sunaosa

[taeyamayang]

suna's hands might not be the softest pair of all but nonetheless you wish to feel it against your skin, at the spot below your face where the pads of his fingers rest under your ear as his other hand runs through your hair.

and maybe he uses words to enchant the meek, coupled with his razored eyes akin to a serpent luring its victim. his warm breath arousing your senses as it blows against your neck. and you keep to yourself; a soft faint moanㅡa sign of vulnerability. you wouldn't let him have the satisfaction of knowing you're down for him.

not just yet, or perhaps never.

never in this lifetime since you decided to measure your love far less than your dearest friend's. you risked happiness for someone else's, thinking that a person other than you deserves it more.

you had a great bond with suna. a connection unparalleled to any. you were his first friend in high school and all of his attention was poured out to you to the point you were sure he felt the same, that you are more than a friend. you were certain that he has your heart and in turn you have his eyes.

but it doesn't matter now, for all he looks at are the eyes of your dearest friend as you burn and wonder to the possibility of you and him.

Masterlist | HQ Masterlist

#another practice writing after a long break #please dont mind me #lmao #haikyuu!! #hq fanfic #hq romance #hq imagine #hq angst #hq aus #hq writing #hq headcanons #hq hcs #hq suna #suna headcanons #haikyuu suna #suna rintarō #suna x y/n #suna x reader #suna imagines #suna rintaro x reader #inarizaki #damn i missed writing for suna #pea.writes

[sunasstxrz]

texts with boyfie suna!

you’re drunk in one of them// kinda afab? he says princess and ma’am and reader talks about misogyny

tw:suggestive (rin sends a shirtless picture and reader is normal about it!)

#haikyuu hcs #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu smut #hq #hq hcs #suna rintarou #suna x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro haikyuu #suna rintaro fluff #suna rintarō #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyū!! #suna rinatro #text fic #haikyuu smau #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu social media au #miya atsumu #hq atsumu

[littleskrib]

|241122 Fokus - based on a scene from Kotorisans "The Shadow Prince and the Sunshine Prince" on Ao3 because I take any excuse to make Hinata look cool doing cool things.

#my art #hq!! #haikyuu #fanfiction art #AU #hinata #littleskrib does art #twitter archives

[kenmakodz]

left on read..?

how the haikyuu boys react to being left on read!

+ oikawa, suna, kenma, bokuto, atsumu

+ a/n: this is my first time posting my work on tumblr, and my first time attempting something like this ! so if this sucks, please go easy on me haha. i’ll be working on getting a possible full smau fic out in the future, if you have any recommendations or constructive criticism that would be super cool :).

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smau #hq x reader #hq imagines #social media au #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #haikyuu bokuto #hq bokuto #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #hq atsumu #haikyuu atsumu #atsumu miya #suna rintarou #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro haikyuu #suna x reader #suna haikyuu #hq suna #oikawa tooru #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa x reader #hq oikawa #kozume kenma #kenma #kenma x reader

[chaosemmie]

streamers

#haikyuu!! #hqdoods #tsukishima kei #kozume kenma #hi sorry im just finding stuff from twt that i thought were cute bc i am NAUGHHHT making art lately my bad JWJFJSJJF #REMEMBERING WHEN I JUST LOVED YOUTUBE/TWITCH AU……. #and miss hq very much

[kiwanopie]

Business as Usual

Based of this. Ceo!Kiyoomi x Reader

cw: fluff. smut. breeding. oral sex (f!receiving). reader is an aspiring actress. reader is a foreigner but it isn’t specified from where. ceo!kiyoomi’s most recent business venture is building and opening a museum. probably for tax reasons lmao. misogyny (not by kiyoomi). Kiyoomi’s implied to have issues with his father. men talking business 😫. joke talk of killing.

wc: 3.5k

Ahh, something sweet would be nice…

Kiyoomi’s already squeezing grooves into the back of your thighs before you can formally acknowledge him. “I have a case of chuppets in the freezer you can go at.”

Your gasp is muffled by the floor, half turned from where your bottom half is lazily propped up on the edge of the bed. “You do?”

“You like the strawberry kind, right?” You nod as his fingers creep toward the crotch of your panties. “They’re all yours.”

He can feel the area carpet vibrate from where your groan seeps in appreciatively. “You’re a god, Omi!”

The squeak you let out is pitched as he lands a hard smack on one of your cheeks.

“I gotta meet a couple of investors for lunch so I’m leaving one of my cards for you to order whatever you want from home.” Kiyoomi pulls you apart until your lips part from under your underwear, glistening for him like they should. “But I’ll be back before it gets too late.”

You sway your hips as he pulls your panties to the side, already rubbing tentative circles. “You’re still pretty wet from earlier,” And you can’t help but whine as he pushes two of his fingers inside. “How long do you think you can stay in this position?”

Your eyes nearly cross when he crooks his fingers. “Ah, as long as you need me to.”

His suit pants hiss against the bed sheets as he climbs in behind you, hands still firmly gripping onto your ass cheeks as he positions himself on the bed.

“I got twenty minutes before I need to be walking out the door.” Kiyoomi’s breath is hot against your bare cunt. “So, I’ll try to make this fast-“

The lewd squelching of his tongue parting you from the back would be enough to make you shiver if not for the way he laves you up. Scouring your hole with his hot tongue and groaning at the taste of you, pressing forward to dig himself deeper.

“F…Fffuck! Omi…!”

He’s insatiable as he digs you out with his tongue, lewd as he guides your hips up to tongue at your clit. The depravity at which he slurps you up is so unabashed that you’re already tensing up for an orgasm, and reaching back when he props you up with his hands; zeroing in on your clit to get you to cum in his mouth.

You must’ve already been too riled up from his treatment earlier this morning, it doesn’t take long till you’re nearly sobbing against the floor. Calling for him as he guides you into an orgasm.

“Fuck! I’m-… m’ cumming, Omi!” You pant. “m’cumming! m’cumming!”

The way he grunts into you has another shock wave zipping through the bend in your spine. “Mhm..”

You’re reaching back to push him away when the feeling starts to become overstimulating, but he’s already up on his knees again. Already pulled out of his pants and hungrily lining himself up with your clenching hole.

Kiyoomi doesn’t give you any time to prepare, he’s shoving himself in between breaths and making you choke on your tongue.

He hisses through his teeth. “Oh fuck.” He braces his hands on your sides and starts his pace. “….Oh my god. Fuck.”

Your fingers dig thin miscolorings into the carpet as his thrust knocks the wind out of your lungs. Whining out when he dumps most of his weight on your back and starts grinding in as deep as he’ll go.

He’s in your stomach. “Mhf… angel..” He presses his lips into your shoulder. “You feel so fucking good for me, baby.”

God, the sounds you’re making under him has his eyes rolling back in his head, let alone how you’ve already started milking him for all he’s worth. He could never get sick of this perfect little pussy. His perfect little pussy. So hot and tight and made just for him. He doesn’t even know how he’s gotten this far without it. Especially when he knows how to press all those perfect little buttons on the inside to make you squeal for him.

Kiyoomi supports himself on his arms again to tweak his angle, balls clenching when you start to whine out so prettily. “Kiiiiyomi!”

You reach back so suddenly to push against his button up that he has to pin your arms down to keep you from running away from it. “….s’okay baby you can take it.” He pounds in a few particularly forceful thrusts that turn your whines into hiccuping sobs. “Fuck. Look at you such a…. Good girl for me. Good fucking girl.”

He has to hold himself back from cumming too quickly when you start to clench up. “Omi! Omi! Omi!” You’re shrill. “s’good, Omi! ….m’cumming, Omi! ….I love you, Omi!”

“Oh fuck.. Fucking shiiit!”

You’re already milking him empty when you start to cum. Hiccuping at the way you clench around his hot seed as his thrusts deepen and he fucks you like he’s trying to get it to take. Even reaches into your panties to rub coaxing circles into your sensitive clit just to prolong your orgasm. Grinding himself in until he's certain he’s painted your insides with his spend, and even then he still keeps at it.

He’s still rocking into you when your sobs turn into overstimulated mewls, hot tears making puddles into the carpet.

Kiyoomi lazes a few hot kisses into your inner neck as he softly collides his head with yours. “Mh, I love you too, angel.” He breathes. “So much.”

“You mean it, Omi?” He’s the luckiest man alive.

He finally lets himself fall limp as he peppers a few chaste kisses over your ears. “More than anything.”

He’s never letting you go.

•••••••

There’s a less than usual air of ease around him when he greets Yukko and his associate Kanon.

So much so that the former of the pair lets out a relieved breath as he shakes hands with the young tycoon - and sees he doesn’t revile at the extended contact.

“Sakusa-san,” Yukko bows. “You look better than new.”

Sakusa bows back manneredly. “Appreciated, Yukko-san.”

—-

Sakusa folds his napkin over his lap as they wait for the drinks.

“We’re avid supporters of freedom of choice, the two of us.” Yukko fixes himself in his seat. “It’s a human right.”

Kanon nods. “And your speech on autonomy and liberation at the Kenshin’s banquet really stood out to us. It’s so reassuring to see you setting a standard for this newer generation and putting yourself out there as someone who stands with the people.” He presses. “Very few young men with your upbringing can say that they’re brave enough to do the same-“

“Educated enough, even.” Yukko finishes.

Sakusa pulls his seat closer to his chair. “You don’t have to praise me for something like that. It should be a given.” He hums cooly. As if the speech wasn’t written by his foreigner girlfriend the night before, beat into his head and recited in his ear even as he said it. Not that he doesn’t agree with the message though. “We’re the few people fortunate enough to have a voice when it comes to these things - we should exercise it whenever we get the chance.”

“You’re exactly right!” Yukko waves his finger at him. “There are so very few people like us - like you - who have a seat at the table. And so little of the seats go to someone who means any good with it.”

“Which is why we wanna invest in The International Institution of Innovation,” Kanon adds. “And why we would like to suggest an exhibit to accompany our investment,”

Sakusa nods as they continue. “Japan’s history as - a lot of the world’s history - is ballasted and rewritten with elitist biases in mind. So many little people who’ve done big things, cultural things, buried by mediocrity or the praises of people who lived their entire lives being praised. Worse, having the things they spent their entire lives dedicated to, miscredited to some rich guy who didn’t lift a finger.”

“Our people have worked with a few of the families of these people. There’s a-“ Yukko taps a few keys into his laptop before turning it in Sakusa’s direction. “A few small museums of our own we’ve built in Portugal, Brazil, we have one in an American city you’ve most likely heard of as Las Vegas.”

He reaches over to quietly slide through the pictures. And Kanon huffs a bit in disbelief. - Whoever said this guy was a pain to work with obviously must’ve bumped into the wrong guy. “They’ve garnered a lot of attention in the respective areas. A lot of what they call “Left wing movements” in the United States cite it a lot when referring to landmarks in the state.” Yukko says.

And landmarks they are. If this is what they call small then he must work in a shoebox?

“You haven’t considered opening one up in Japan until now?” Sakusa furrows.

“You know the climate in the world right now.” Kanon sighs. “With the rise of crime, certain political tensions,” There’s a familiar pattern of vibrations that ring off in his pocket, he reaches for it instinctively. “We didn't wanna risk building one in the current political climate and having it destroyed by opening.”

Sakusa raises an eyebrow. “So building an exhibit in my museum is more cost effective.” And he’s not afraid to look as unimpressed as he is. “You know, on the off chance that my museum gets destroyed in this current political climate.”

Well, it’s not like you wouldn’t be able to afford it. “Well, we’re more than willing to do our part on the expenses if something like that were to occur.” We’ll pay what we lose and dip. “And our investment excludes what we’ll pay to build the exhibition.”

“You’re paying to have your names on a plaque.”

Yukko chuckles somewhat. “In short terms, yes.”

Sakusa fishes his phone out of his pocket as their server approaches. “In long terms?”

Kanon slides him the check.

Yup. Sakusa grazes his thumb against that familiar strip of press. Those are some pretty long terms.

“Are we ready to order?”

Sakusa checks his messages as the two men speak before him.

Angel: i hope ur having a good lunch!! i got u a sooprise <3

Kiyoomi: It’s alright. I wish I was home with you more than anything.

Kiyoomi: A sooprise? Now I’m excited.

Angel: i wish you were here too :( i can’t wait till ur back so i can give you a kiss on the forehead

Angel: i hope u like it!! i know u haven’t had it in a while

Kiyoomi: I haven’t had it in a while? What’s something I haven’t had in a while?

Kiyoomi: Oh! Are we talking about the last time you sat on my face?

Angel: we are not, my love. but good guess

My love. He smiles.

“What about you, Sakusa-san?”

Sakusa glances at the server before looking off for a moment, answering curtly. “Okaki, please.”

He nods. “Alright! And anything else?”

“No, thank you.”

He leaves with a bow.

Sakusa inhales deeply as he sits his phone on the table. Picking up the check and holding it before glancing at the two sitting before him. “You two are very generous.”

Yukko raises an eyebrow. “Is there a ‘but’ coming?”

“No.” He shakes his head. “I’d like to add your exhibit to my museum.”

The two men both let out a collective sigh of relief. Now that the richest twenty-six year old in all of Asia has agreed to have their names engraved next to his on a project like this. - Even if it did cost them an arm and a leg. You know, from the stories they’ve heard, they were expecting to leave with their tails between their legs after offering to impede on a project orchestrated by the most “Pragmatic Rich Kid in the country.” But he’s… surprisingly personable. Even without mention of the sheer intimidation he exudes.

He’s certainly nothing like his father.

“That’s amazing to hear, Sakusa-san. We’re honored.” Kanon sighs.

Yukko nods. “And trust, you will be involved in every part of the construction process. We want to be as transparent as possible when installing this exhibit.”

“Do you have any blueprints drawn up?”

Yukko hums excitedly as he pulls his laptop toward him again, tapping loudly as he searches for the file. “We do!”

Sakusa patiently waits as he fishes through his laptop, glancing at the server as he comes back with their food.

His phone buzzes across the table.

Angel: You better be eating more than Okaki!

He visibly blushes.

Kanon furrows at the expression of the young billionaire in front of him as his associate busies himself with his laptop, following his eyes toward his phone.

Disregarding the text from his girlfriend?! He gasps at the picture on his lock screen.

“Is that _____?” Kanon asks. “Oh god she’s so talented!”

Sakusa nods a little abashedly as he reaches for his phone. “Are you a fan?”

“My daughters love her. Oh well, my sons do too but not in the way my daughters do - If you know what I mean.” He laughs as Sakusa’s back straightens. He knows his sons, knows they’re about his age if not a little older. Knows he might have to have a talk with them one day too.

“We saw her just recently at the Blue Ribbon Awards. Can you believe she won?” Yeah, after watching you work yourself to the bone just to come back with so little to show for it. “I for sure thought Tomomi Minoru would’ve had it.”

I’m sure you haven't heard that a million times.

“But who wouldn’t take it a little easy on a woman like that?”

Or that.

It’s nearly painful how much Sakusa’s trying to keep himself from outwardly scowling. Especially when Kanon starts to open his mouth again, familiar hearts in eyes most men seem to adopt when they’re drooling over the woman he’s in love with. “I’ve gotta be what - twice her age maybe. But we’re all men here? The woman’s a doll. Talk about lucky work. Especially for a foreigner.”

Oh yep, he’s scowling. “I wonder what she looks like in person.” Yukko asks absently. “You think she’s as pretty as she is on T.V. or do you think it’s the make-up they usually cake on there…”

“She’s breathtaking.” Sakusa says flatly.

Kanon tilts his head as Yukko glances over. “You’re kidding? You’ve seen her in person?”

“Yep.”

“Well, I mean,” Yukko sits his laptop back on the table as he reaches for his drink, wincing as he sips. “Sakusa-san’s Sakusa-san. He’s most definitely got the funds.”

“Ohhh. Did you book her?” Kanon chuckles a little slimily. And the connotations of that are clear. So much so that Yukko rolls his eyes when he nudges him. “She’s just old enough for someone your age, right? Still young but not too young.”

Sakusa inhales.

“No. I don’t have to book her.” He admits tightly. “Since we sleep in the same bed.”

The two men freeze in place.

Kanon opens his mouth for a long silent moment until he’s pushing out his breath in little clips of his voice. “O-Oh… You two are-“ Sakusa nods. “Oh! Oh my god! I’m… I’m so sorry-“

“I hear it all the time.”

“Yeah but it’s still not good that I said it!” Kanon glances at a frantic Yukko.

“We didn’t mean to come off so disrespectfully!” Yukko flushes.

Sakusa shakes his head. “The blueprints.”

“W-What?”

“Show me the blueprints.” He gestures to the laptop.

Yukko clumsily turns it in his direction.

•••••

He’s barely through the door when you’ve already found your place in his arms. And he melts over you like butter, you let yourself be wholly suffocated by him.

You’re warm as you hum into his chest. “Hi, baby.”

“Hi, angel.”

“How was lunch with your investors?”

Kiyoomi exhales as you stand on your toes to help him out of his suit jacket, conditioned draft in the air scented by that new conditioner he likes seep into his nose and turn his brain into mush. “It was… lunch with my investors.”

He bends himself nearly in half to nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck. “They wanna build an exhibit in my museum ‘cause they don’t wanna risk building their own and having some terrorist take it down.”

Your tone is so mirrored to his from earlier that it evokes a chuckle. “So they’ll risk yours?”

“Mhm.”

You mumble something sour into his shoulder. Lucky him he’s well versed enough in your native tongue to understand the phrase “Assholes.”

Kiyoomi kisses hot spots behind your ear. “They’re fans by the way.” He grimaces a little sourly into your neck. “Big fans.”

“Hm? I came up?”

He hums. “Kanon saw your picture on my lockscreen and proceeded to shove his foot in his mouth.” Kiyoomi breathes in a long whiff of you before blowing out temperedly. “Was under the impression that you did bookings.”

You chuff airly as you rub up and down the expanse of his arms consolingly. It doesn't really phase you to be slobbered over by men anymore, hasn’t really since your debut back as a fresh faced eighteen year old. But Omi’s still really new and unkind to the rubbernecking that includes being associated with a woman like you, let alone to love you.

“Bookings, huh?” You snicker as he nods his head silently. “I mean… to his credit I have put on a show for you once or twice.”

He scoffs before pressing one last firm kiss into the crook of your neck and standing up to his height again, pinching your cheek as he starts for the rest of the penthouse. “Yeah, but those are for my eyes only. - And they’ll stay that way.”

Kiyoomi sets his things on the marble of the lounge room table with a sigh. He’s been working nearly every day since the construction of his museum finally came into fruition and he couldn’t feel any less drained from it. Decent contractors have become harder and harder to find in this new age of impermanence and variability, and everybody who’s anybody seems to have their own two cents about his choice of structure or how they could be a part of it somehow. If he were a less honorable man - or a more unsavory man much like one he knows so particularly, he would’ve hired any three star contractor who could draw a decent circle, put all his focus into charming investors, and underpaid his workers just to save a few extra pennies. But he isn’t that. And a businessman like him prefers to be as close to the business as possible; wants to see his efforts turn out the way they’re supposed to.

He pouts a little to himself. But he also wants to spend time with his baby too.

“I’m gonna be beating them off with a stick for the rest of my life, aren’t I?” He exhales. “Is that the price I pay for loving a beautiful woman?”

You press a light kiss into his bicep as you glide for the direction of the kitchen. “Like you didn’t make the cover of Vanity Japan’s Handsome and Wealthy this spring.” You poke. “I’ll have to start burning incense before I visit you at work just so I don’t catch the evil eye from any of your female employees.”

He chuckles a little tiredly as he trails behind. “You’ll be fine in any case. Not like I didn’t start growing Aak the minute we made it official.”

“Very funny.”

“I know right-“ He sniffs.

His mouth immediately starts to water.

“Did you…?” Kiyoomi glances at the plates laid out on the kitchen counter. “Cook?”

You smile brightly. “Sooprise!”

Kiyoomi doesn’t know how to respond.

It smells… heavenly. Like freshly cut ingredients and even spices, pervading the air so warmly that his skin prickles before settling comfortably under his button up and he’s nearly inclined to openly salivate at just the smell of it.

You fish a spoon out of a pot near the stove, scooping the contents of it carefully into a bowl. “I know how long it’s been since you’ve had a home cooked meal and you’ve seemed so stressed lately.” You lean into him when you feel his chest press against your back, reaching up to caress his jaw as his arms fasten themselves tightly around your waist. “So I bought a few groceries instead of takeout and made something from home!”

You can’t help but grin when he starts to dig his nose into the crook of your neck again. “I hope you like the surprise.”

“If you ever leave me I’ll kill us both.”

You guffaw wholeheartedly.

reblog for one trillion dollars 💵 🤑💰💸

#ceo!kiyoomi #ceo au #kiwi’s simultaneous hate for rich men but desire to be taken care of by one #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #haikyuu x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu!! #hq sakusa #hq x reader #sakusa fluff #sakusa smut #sakusa x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!! smut #hq smut #hq fluff

[ghost-recs]

Oikawa SMAU Rec

nonsense by @idlerin

synopsis: university student, chaotic friend group, and up and coming actor/model oikawa tooru as your secret ex, what could go wrong?

the perfect combination of angst, cuteness, and humor that left me a puddle for oikawa tooru (i highly recommend the playlist too, pls pls).

syrup by @eggyrocks

synopsis: oikawa, to put it bluntly, is love sick. unfortunately, there is a bit of an obstacle in the way of his happy ever after with you...

lots of crack and chaos. humor that has me going. [ongoing...]

pose for me by @authentictiramis

synopsis: vlogging au where two groups decide to collab, simping ensues.

short and sweet, full of fluff and some humor. cute!

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