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Yours. | One shoot

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An original Haikyuu! AU Pairing Sakusa Kiyoomi and a female oc (I haven't thought of a name, so she is all of you female readers)

short desc. just thinking of post time skip Sakusa meeting the girl of his dream who is a reporter ??? (idk that came out of nowhere) and... I'm bad at describing my work properly so um... expect yourself to find some hopeless romantic trace, cringe-worthy remarks, and a little toe-curling smut at the end - and so, i wish you all good luck bearing with my work. heh heh.

⚠️warning!! 18+ Minors DNI. NSFW content ⚠️

word counts. 13107 words, good luck :)

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Yours

Supposedly, Sakusa couldn’t possibly remember the last time he favored gatherings, people, and things that would eventually connect him to the public. The search for the word attention had long been eliminated in his terms. If only, that day he did not stop for an interview.

It was the first interview he had ever done in his terms being someone who genuinely hates being put in the spotlight. It was nothing, Sakusa just felt that he had no place in society other than a position as an opposite hitter on a volleyball team... anyway, getting back to the talk, well, actually his first interview was not as what of a disaster as he pictured it.

His first interview was still so vivid in his memory to this day: why he agreed to one (all because of that idiot Atsumu and a particularly tangerine-haired shorty), about the questions, his answers, and most importantly, the who part.

If only he did not stop for that one interview, perhaps his mind would be a little quieter these days.

It was because of a sports reporter for a national television channel that his mind turned into somewhere too noisy for him to hide from the world.

His monotonous and comfortable world fell into a massive transition since the intersection brought them. And don’t get it wrong, Sakusa is one of the many who don’t believe in love at first sight, to tell the truth he would gladly abuse the idea. He would a thousand times rather believe in how good luck charms work than believe in such clichés, until that damned unidentified, unfamiliar oddness struck him like a bolt of lightning.

Logically speaking, she wasn’t really the prettiest girl he had ever seen. And instead of wearing a revealing outfit like some of the reporters on their flirty attempt to get an interview with him, she just wore a track jacket. Track jacket sets, navy blue in color, white sneakers, a small black watch on the left wrist, hair tied in a ponytail and her hair wasn’t something that of a distinguishing tangerine color though she has some bangs, ideally parted just right, her eyes are the same color as her hair which was deep brown, and less make up. If he would say something, compared to most female reporters that he had ever seen, she almost looks like someone who was forced to do an interview yet there is something very bothering about her.

Something about her was just irresistible.

She was not the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, yet she knew how to carry herself. She was not the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, yet her eyes whisper of forgotten familiarity. She was not the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, yet when she laughed, it was as if there was a sprinkle of amusement in the air, and before he knew it, his smile unfolded.

From then on, his head never stopped fussing about her. And on the question “Do you have a girlfriend, Sakusa Senshu?” During his second interview with her, Sakusa’s answer came with a firm, “No.”

That was definitely not for the public. Rather, the answer was for her. To let her know that Sakusa Kiyoomi was single, and perhaps, she could consider that.

Another thing about this woman was that she was a professional at her job. Her eyes never went to check on him when the camera was off, but instead, it was Sakusa’s hobby to steal glances in her direction until one time on an off-air interview session that he voluntarily accepted, the PD suggested that they talked with each other while waiting for the set to be ready.

Her gaze then met his, for the first time, behind the wall that they were two professionally connected.

Her smile unfolded, acknowledgement. Her head bowed, politeness and formality. Her voice warm, pleasantries. Then she turns to the PD to say, “I think I know enough about Sakusa Senshu for there is more left,”

She laughed. How sweet. She has a good laugh. He likes that.

“There is though,” Sakusa said.

Her eyes were on his, before briefly glancing at the staff and returning, “You have a question?”

Sakusa didn’t bother answering that one. Purely an impulse from within him prompted by his inadequacy in small talk, his question was blunt, “Do you have a boyfriend?”

He had enough time to see the gradual change on her face just like how she had enough time to take his question in before reacting.

“Oh?” Her voice low, followed by a small nods before, “No.”

The answer came after some consideration, or perhaps confusion—he didn’t know, don’t ask him whatever. He’s never really good at this kind of stuff in the first place.

Sakusa nodded.

“Why do you ask?” She asked, her gaze on him.

“To make sure,” Sakusa said.

He saw the slight change in her eyes to his words, like something flickering, and didn’t miss it.

“That means, I can get your number without a problem, right?”

Her answer came a little too late for it to be, “Um... yeah... I’ll give you my business card later,” then her smile unfolded just as the frown in her brows, but something about it amusing to the sight, “when we’re done.”

Sakusa hummed. His gaze did not leave even though she already did. He didn’t hide the way he looked at her curiously, studying every inch of her face that wasn’t pretty but somehow wouldn’t leave his head silent every night ever since. When her eyes returned to him briefly, Sakusa hadn’t left, reluctant to.

****

The station corridor is where she gave her business card as promised. Her smile unfolded, but this time it was a little awkward when her hand gave it to Sakusa. Rather than her business card, Sakusa lingered on her eyes and everything he could capture on her face.

And perhaps feeling too much of a stare, she frowned and asked, “What is it?”

“Hm?”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Sakusa shook his head. His eyes leaving as he felt something in his stomach reacting, uncommonly but not uncomfortable, odd yet amusing— who put some damn butterfly and asked them to flap their stupid wings there? He didn’t bother hiding his broken smile, why would he?

“Why are you smiling?”

Her eyes to him, his smile gradually leaving yet it somehow lingered in his eyes, in contrast to the seriousness he masked himself with.

“Why? You don’t like that?”

He waited quite a while for her answer, and in that long time their eyes locked, captivating each other, and spoke to each other in a language that was easier to understand. Yet then her answer was a rejection.

“Hm.”

She got him.

****

Sakusa knew that she was lying. Obviously she lied when she said she didn’t like it when he smiled, because otherwise she wouldn’t have been here to see him on the weekend.

To be honest, she could have refused in many ways. Immediately rejecting him outright when he proposes this whatever date, canceling the appointment at the last minute, or pretending to have forgotten about their plans. But instead, the same woman who said that she didn’t like his smile, showed up in a pretty dress, hair styled differently, smelling a little more sweeter, and some hints of makeup on her face.

It was during their first meeting behind the what-so-called professional wall that all the things that seemed to be silenced breaking free, evident through gazes. Suddenly, Sakusa was no longer a stranger to conversation. He suddenly forgets that in general, he genuinely hates conversations, especially those that are called small talk, stupid pleasantries. However, who was he to choose? Before him is a sure thing.

It was also during these encounters that he became familiar with clichés such as questions about the weather, about complimenting the taste of coffee after the first sip or also when seduction was channeled through gazes, and some new things that had never been taught to him. And the one enlightened him the most, was that when he complimented her on her looks, her eyes went to other places but his that then another smile unfolded.

His heart pounding in joy, a long rhythm of comfort and celebration, yet desperate to jump into her hands, wanting to be held.

It was clear that the more time passed into something old and decrepit, everything that was done was thick with every element of deliberation.

Sakusa returns to his more accustomed silent self, letting his eyes convey his feelings to each second that is left to tick on its own. His eyes on her, her eyes on him, three, six, nine seconds... isn’t it easy to fall in love? Then after enough of looking at each other as they enjoyed the ecstasy of falling in love, they left each other being even sure of what they wanted.

Sakusa’s smile unfolded when he returned to obviously watching her. The woman, intrigued by his gaze, frowned and didn’t forget to smile back at him as her hand put her cup down.

“What?” She asked, and Sakusa shook his head.

Her brow furrowed, and her gaze on him, as if demanding an answer that was obvious between the two of them. Sakusa is clearly reluctant to compromise, a man of few words yet his eyes speak a variety of languages that she can easily understand. But at times, Sakusa can also be the most vocal and outspoken person she’s probably ever known, and an example of this is when he bluntly asks:

“You don’t have a boyfriend?” he asked, incredulous.

His words were like a spark, igniting a flame of amusement in her. She laughed, the sound spilling like a cascade over the rim of her coffee cup.

“Are you really asking that?” she countered, still chuckling.

His tone and eyes flat, yet flickered with amusement, “What else am I supposed to be asking, then? I’m not a reporter,”

Sakusa Kiyoomi is definitely not a sweet talker. His words would be thicker with sarcasm or teasing rather than smooth remarks which was probably something she sought from men. And amused by his sarcasm, as if all too familiar with it, the woman smiled.

“Of course,” she said. “Rather than asking questions, you’re someone more used to answering, aren’t you, Sakusa Senshu?”

Sakusa smiled, drunk in the way she played her tone and words just right. He hummed in agreement.

Her eyes returned to him just before she started, “There’s something else, like perhaps am I your type, or something like that…”

He liked it when her eyes momentarily returned to half-heartedly trying to explain a misunderstanding.

“Well I am clearly not your type,” she mused, her lips quirking in a smirk. He liked it more how she decided to keep things the way it is the next second, clearly not hiding the seduction in her sarcasm. She is a quick-learner, and he loves it when she takes his remarks and plays it like she owns it.

Sakusa didn’t miss a beat. “And what makes you think you’re not my type?” he shot back, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

There was a beat of silence between them, each gauging the other’s reaction. The tension was palpable but not uncomfortable. Finally, leaning his head into his palm prompting the arm of the chair, that damned question slipped out of his mouth mindlessly.

“Am I your type?” he asked, his voice soft and calm, knowing what it could cause in what was to come between them.

His eyes didn’t left any movement she made since the question came, as if anchoring her in his gaze and telling her that there was nowhere to hide from something so unspokenly obvious in the air.

But sipping her coffee was her way of hiding. Winning the silence that was Sakusa’s territory was also her way of avoiding the hand that had almost caught her. How he didn’t bother hiding his feelings from her eyes was a victory for her instead, at least to prolong this little catch-me-if-you-can until the last thread of his despair snapped.

Then after quite some log of stealing much of his time, and enough consideration to decide how much she wanted to reveal, she met Sakusa’s gaze head-on as she set the cup down.

“No,” she said simply, her voice matter-of-fact.

Sakusa’s lips stretched into a grin. “Liar,” he accused playfully, voice low and gentle.

She shrugged, the motion fluid and relaxed. “It’s true, though,” she said, meeting his eyes again, this time smiling.

For a moment, they were both silent, simply regarding each other over the rims of their coffee cups.

Sakusa was the one breaking the silence, asking, “What’s your type, then?”

She locked him in her eyes, wooing him with her eyes yet rejecting him outright through a short, asserting answer, “Not you.”

Sakusa was not backing down, he took the challenge and stared right back. He hummed, “Clearly,”

Just know that cupid did a very great job; they’re just testing their limits.

****

This time her dress was dark red, knee-length and quite covered, and her hair— oh, he didn’t know why women spent their money on stupid things like some big bow clips to wear on the back of their heads, but it gave the impression that they were lovers on their way to have brunch at a fancy restaurant— well, he would love to take her to one, it’s just, let him drink all of the moments during this stupid cringe-worthy date for a little longer, though. He wanted to know her in different ways, from different perspectives, through the traces her feet and fingers left in every corner of Shinjuku. Today it was Shinjuku, next week he could probably take her to Harajuku, then to Shibuya, then have dinner in Roppongi. Perfect.

On their way to a café, Sakusa had asked, “You mean what you say?”

She turned, “Which one?” smile lingering on her face, eyes searching.

Sakusa was silent for a while. Not considering what he wanted to say, rather, taking her in: the look in her eyes, her face, the full picture of her standing before him, halting and waiting for him to come with her, every bit of her in that moment he hung in silence. When his answer came, Sakusa hid a smile behind his flat tone, “That I’m not your type,”

Something just flickered in her eyes and he didn’t miss it.

He knew the answer. It’s just that asserting is important. Oh, and he had yet to add how lovely it was to see her trying to fool him despite the tenderness evident in her eyes.

“Am I still not your type?” Sakusa pressed, his tone laced with a hint of playfulness.

Her eyes on him, letting the silence take over, also letting Sakusa think that he was in control of the situation. Finally, she answered, a clear hum that made the stupid butterflies in his stomach go mad— seriously get the fuck out of there, he’s going to break a laugh.

A huffed laugh, amusing laugh, as he muttered, “Liar,”

She sighed, smiling, “Well, everyone needs a little distraction on weekends.”

“Oh? I’m being promoted as the little-distraction-on-weekends, I see.”

Her gaze on his and the world disappeared on their senses.

Sakusa was the first to break their eye contact as he walked ahead of her.

“This way,” he said, as his hand opened the door and let her in.

It’s nothing, really. It’s just about two people connected in an unspoken desire, enjoying the sensation of falling into an endless abyss called love, fully aware of it, yet in terms where they are only two little fingers away from each other, they never turn to each other to express what is obvious. And just know when you see cupid with a deep frown on her brows, it’s because of these two.

“What about you, Sakusa Senshu?” she asked, sipping her coffee.

“What?”

Her eyes were everywhere but his when she asked, “your type, I mean.”

Her gaze returning, familiar with how Sakusa had waited and would remain so for some time before he answered.

“Red dress, a reporter,” he replied, immediately without hesitation.

Seconds ticked by in silence, their eyes still locked, but the silence was chased away by an amused huff of laughter. Her eyes returned to him when she finished exploring the other side of the cafe, her hand somewhere on her nose, still not recovering.

“It’s true, though,” Sakusa said, his eyes serious and sincere tracing her gaze, as far as she would allow.

She shook her head, “That’s the lie.”

“Really?” He retorted, amused.

She hummed.

“How would you know?”

Her eyes on his, and she smiled, “You like European women,”

Sakusa’s brows rose at her reply, his eyes trailing to her gaze slowly leaving his the second he decided to think about her words further.

He pulls backward in his head, traces back and quickly searches for something about European women then remembers that one time in an interview with some of the other Black Jackals players, Miya Atsumu, that muscle-brained stupid fox, blurted out a statement about how “Omi-kun likes blonde European women with sexy eyes,” when the reporter asked about their Ideal types. He remembered now.

The frown on his forehead was with a smile that spread across his face, amused. “You... Did you look for some things about me?”

Her eyes returned to him, a pause, and as if it took a lot of energy to say something, she took a deep breath, “Well, my job requires me to look for some things about some of the people I’m going to interview, like some key words and highlighted remarks for reference. And yes. Since you’re one of quite a few I’ve interviewed, I did. I did and I found out some things about you, a lot,"

Sakusa nodded, unconcerned with her overly convoluted explanation, “And if so, you also know that it wasn’t me. That was Miya,”

“Answering on your behalf,”

“Answering on my— no—”

“Since you’re mute,”

Sakusa stopped when she chuckled.

“I’m joking, okay?” She said.

“On which part?” He asked.

When she didn’t answer, Sakusa sighed. “Miya didn’t answer on my behalf,”

“I thought you were agreeing afterwards?” She retorted.

Which was true, “Yes– but,”

Meeting his gaze, her brows raised, “No buts.” She said.

Sakusa frowned, “What?”

“We don’t need buts, Sakusa Senshu,” she said, her smile sweet and thick with innuendo. “You don’t need to explain anything to me in the same way I don’t need to explain why you’re not my type."

“Well– logically speaking,” Sakusa agreed. His eyes on hers, she was sipping her coffee after shrugging playfully.

“The last one’s incorrect,” he said. When her gaze returned, he continued, “you are my type.”

There was a missing beat before she retorted: a sigh like she was wincing as she closed her eyes and slightly scrunching her nose, “Too bad, I’m not even a European woman.” She looked him right in the eyes as she said, “and you are not my type to begin with.”

Sakusa laughed. He nodded, humming in agreement, “Keep doing that,” his words a gentle mutter of intrigue, “you’re doing a great job.”

She echoed him in a small laugh and returned to her coffee.

The silence that slipped itself between them was another face of comfort, and perhaps a distraction as she said. And in this long-lasting silence, Sakusa’sgaze doesn’t leave her. There was determination in his gaze; something about finding out more about her through the loudness of her silence, a tenderness that didn’t bother hiding, a certain amount of visible affection, and a hint of possessivity.

Shutting out the world was probably the wrong choice, and before he realized, they were being watched. And finally, someone interrupted.

Standing before him were a couple of girls, much younger than him, staring at him with heart eyes, almost drooling.

When he found out that they were Black Jackals fans as they started attacking him with questions about the clubs and the other player with familiar remarks, not to mention that they were getting closer and about to touch him, a horror threat to his privacy, Sakusa immediately went on high alert. His body was pulled away, and the frown on his forehead deepened when he had to cover his face and look away from the camera phone of one of them who was already happily taking a selfie with him.

Without thinking, he quickly grabbed her hand and led her out of the cafe. Then as they expected, the girls ran after them while shouting his name hysterically. They could still keep running, at least until the girls got tired, or Sakusa could carry her and keep running until the girls lost track of them.

Asking why Sakusa Kiyoomi is popular is like asking why romance books are so popular with girls.

Although he wasn’t the topic of conversation as the hot player like Miya Atsumu, something about Sakusa made girls crazy about him, although perhaps one of the few girls who didn’t like him was this woman.

His senses were too busy alerting for the worst to realize that they were very close.

Later, after making sure that the hysterical screams of those girls faded, Sakusa let out a sigh of relief. As his head lowered to ease his beating heart, and their gazes locked, he realized that it probably wouldn’t be at ease for some time.

The silence that had fit itself between them now was the spokesperson for their feelings that were spilling out of each other’s eyes, and honestly their position was just perfect: her back pressed against the wall, her body locked by his arms, one near her head and the other somewhere that would probably be close to her waist. From then on, in the silence that turned into the ticking of a newly found despair, Sakusa kept highlighting the part that they were in somewhere quiet, far from the public, away from distractions, not even the sunlight could bother them here.

The narrow space created an intimate enclosure, intensifying the connection that seemed to crackle between them. Time seemed to slow to a standstill as they stood there, suspended between reality and the raw, unspoken desire that enveloped them.

Besides underlining the chance in his favor, Sakusa also didn’t stop convincing himself that she was lying when she said he’s not her type— and really, he doesn’t want to ruin anything if suddenly something more than just staring in this damn situation happens. He was willing to put up with it, as long as they could still see each other next week.

That was a story on a different page, one where her eyes don’t look like they are calling him in.

As the tension mounted, Sakusa’s movements became slow, sensual, as he leaned in closer, his lips just mere inches away from hers. The anticipation hung heavy in the air, electrifying their senses. But just as the world around them faded into a blur, she looked away and said, “We should—”

The fuck? She even for a moment looked like she was mirroring something in his eyes, he swore she was breathless and her words were barely above whisper– damn.

Sakusa huffed a disbelieving laugh, hiding the embarrassment, humiliation, and the fact that he was so vulnerably lost in the thought of them finally having their kiss.

“Hotel?” he asked, returning to her. His frown deep but his gaze amused.

Her frown melted into a playful expression, her laughter restrained. “No,” she asserted with a teasing glint in her eye. “Correct yourself before joining me.”

A chuckle escaped Sakusa’s lips as he reluctantly relinquished his grip. He trailed behind her, an invisible thread connecting them.

Catching up, Sakusa corrected himself, “there’s a good caffe three blocks from here,”

They walked the streets of Shinjuku once more, their laughs intermingling, their eyes holding a secret language that only they understood.

They entered another cafe, one with dim lighting and comfortable couches that seemed to invite them to stay forever. They sat close to each other, their fingers almost touching, as they talked about everything and anything.

“You still don’t like the way I laugh?” Sakusa asked, his tone light, as if he didn’t really care about the answer.

She looked at him for quite a while, her eyes taking in every part of him, from the way his hair fell over his forehead to his dark, piercing eyes. It was as if she was studying him, trying to see beneath the surface of the laughter and the smiles.

A flicker of mischief dancing in her eyes. With a subtle lie, she responded, “Hm.”

That was the lie.

Sakusa hummed in understanding, accepting her unspoken truth. His gaze never leaving hers.

*****

“The setters are undoubtedly the favorite,”

In the bar where they met again, what the point was of saying such a thing in front of him? Well, women— he knew where the last stop of this conversation would be. A subtle hum was his answer he took a sip of his beer.

“Kageyama Tobio from Schweiden Adlers and Miya Atsumu from your team are on the constant topic,”

Sakusa hummed.

“But Miya-san is undoubtedly the darling of the fans,” she commented.

Under his breath, Sakusa muttered about the familiar call he had just heard. There was no professionalism in that referring, and Miya-san was too much when he was plainly Sakusa Senshu.

His eyes on her, studying every inch of her face in this topic, studying every fiber of the muscles in her face in every second he braced himself as they entered this topic. He didn’t feel like competing with the hot setter or the whatever-darling of the public, but why should she talk about Miya Atsumu in the first place, though?

Another thing to underline during this conversation was that possessivity in his eyes had become thicker as time grew. And she was not unaware that there was a loud displeasure in his silence as he listened to the whole pleasant description that she delivered so neatly about the blonde idiot— oh obviously it tickled the jealousy hiding behind the possessivity in his gaze.

Amused, she asked, “What?”

His tone remaining in a collected demeanor when he asked, “You seem to be enjoying yourself,”

She cocked an eyebrow, still amused, “Excuse me?”

“Well, he is comfortable in the spotlight— he loves it, I bet,”

“I told you, he’s the darling of the public. Reporters are competing with each other to get an interview with him,”

“Which include you in it,”

“Exactly,” she said. Her eyes on his, “I make a living by who I interview, and it could be Miya-san.”

Sakusa’s possessive nature immediately surfaced, and a frown creased his brows. He almost clicked his tongue when once again he heard the referring. Taking a moment to collect his thoughts, Sakusa finally spoke up.

“Do you really want to do an interview with him?” His eyes on hers, watching.

“I mean, he’s a great player,” she started, taking the snack they ordered before. His eyes trailing her every movement and stopped in her eyes when she swallowed, ready for another mess she was about to make in him.

“Miya-san is an outstanding player to begin with. I was looking at some stuff about the MSBY Black Jackals and came across something about the best high-school setter in Japan who had participated in the Youth— ah, the setter of Schweden Adlers also went there if I was correct,”

“I was in youth too,” His competitive nature fired up.

“Yeah, but you’re not a setter, Sakusa Senshu,” She replied, her tone calm and collected. Not bothered at all, purposely.

Her pointer played with the rim of her glass, tracing it as she continued, “I’ve done an interview the Adlers’ setter,” her pointer tapped gently on where she stopped, her tone smiley, and when he shifted, she was actually smiling as she said, eyes tracing the memory of that interview, “he was such an angel.” and she returned to his eyes, a moment before she took a sip of her beer and looked away.

That was the most bothering part.

When she finished, she said, “I think I might have to try harder for an interview with Miya-san.”

He did not like Miya-san, and he swore to let that damned Miya-san knows that he hated him with every fiber of his wellbeing.

“I’m telling you, he’s just an idiot, a simpleton,” he prompted his head with his hand and watched her.

“And hot,” she added.

He hummed in agreement and asked, “what about me?”

Her eyes hesitating, inferior to the piercing gaze of Sakusa’s dark eyes since the last time she referred to Atsumu as Miya-san. And despite still continuing with what she believed was right for her to be doing, her fingers playing with her beer glass told him that she wanted to run from that question, knowing that this time if she wasn’t careful enough, her mouth might betray all her efforts to be in control in their little game of pushing gears.

“What?”

“I didn't get any of those things coming from you?” he elucidated, his voice low. His stare locking, sharp yet tenderness lurking behind his dark eyes, possessivity an evident truth.

“Like... just, hey, Sakusa Senshu, not Sakusa-san obviously, is such a good guy. Or that I am good at my play, since Miya-san obviously takes all the crunchy parts for himself.”

Her eyes widened, and she burst into laughter, unable to contain her amusement.

In that moment when time ticked in the clear ringing of her laughter, Sakusa kept his gaze locked on her, taking in the lovely sight of her laughing.

He was actually intent on playing a little annoyed, but all the walls he had built collapsed when her laughter broke out. And like someone had sprinkled intoxicating smiling powder, he echoed her laughter through a vulnerable smile as his eyes traced all of her.

This time, however, he did not forget to tell her, “I like your laugh,” he said, “since the first time.”

When she finally recovered from her laugh, and when her eyes were tender in silence staring into his, Sakusa is to play the annoying little jerk that he wanted.

“Though you still hate my laugh and I am not as hot as Miya-san,” he said.

It took a while for the response to come, and for that she smiled as she said, “Well, I think you’ll have to live up with the fact that Miya-san is hotter than you,”

Sakusa scoffed, childishly retorting with, “yeah, just like the fact that he’s just so amazingly stupid.”

She giggled. He was ready to sip his beer when he said, “Just tell me if Miya-san is free and up for an interview. If you’re willing to lend me a hand of course,”

He turned, almost wincing, “Seriously?”

She shrugged.

Sakusa stares at her for quite a while, only to sigh then shake his head. He then turned away, and took a sip of his beer. When his eyes returned to her, he was surprised to find her waiting for him. Her gaze was warm, and welcoming. The significant warmth that bloomed in his chest at that sight almost had him wincing, and his heart was struggling to get away, desperately begging to be released from his body to jump into her palms.

For a while they were immersed in silence, this was the part where they ran away from their egos and immediately declared what was obvious between them. Through their eyes, in the protection of the loud silence, they were free to express what they had delayed through words.

Then in a moment of vulnerability, when her eyes flickered, her hand reaching out without hesitation, as if familiar with all of him. Sakusa automatically closed his eyes and let her, betraying his ego just once would not make him die. In fact, he would probably die if he dared to stop her hand from going where she wanted of him.

He felt it somewhere in his hair, and opened his eyes to see her hand pulled back, dropping something he couldn’t catch somewhere on the floor. His eyes returned to hers, “What is it?”

Before him, the woman smiled as she said, “I already threw it down,”

Sakusa frowned.

“Just some stuff,” she said.

Sakusa immediately left to search for any trace of it. His eyes only briefly on the floor to return and conclude, “you just want to touch my hair.”

He didn’t miss the way she smiled, and somehow she didn’t even try to hide her smile anymore. But even then, she was still the stubborn woman he knew would say, “No.”

Sakusa stares: taking her in, considering, making sure. Making sure that she was lying. Then the next second was about his hand reaching out to him, his fingers hesitating as they came into contact with her forehead, bringing his eyes back to her briefly before he brought his fingers to just lightly brush her bangs. The blush on her cheeks wasn’t of the alcohol, it was for him.

"Is there something in my hair?" she asked.

Sakusa looked up at her when she said, “No. I just want to touch you.”

Something flushed in her face, the look in her eyes wavered, probably of the alcohol. Clearly it was the alcohol because Sakusa, on the other hand, was also fighting so hard to resist the huge urge of kissing her right away. He shifted, immediately. He was about to take a sip of his beer when he said, “I’ll let you know if that stupid fox is up for an interview.”

“Hm?”

He returned, her head tilted while looking at him in confusion, innocence.

“Miya,” he said, still having enough urge to emphasize, “your Miya-san.”

His eyes did not leave her, locking onto her even as he sipped his beer.

Later when this whatever-date ended, she was drunk enough to be left home alone, so, after calling a taxi, Sakusa decided to tag along and make sure she got home in one piece.

Arriving at the apartment where she lives, Sakusa makes a little dash to open the door for her. And even though she preceded him with her hand opening the door smiling, being familiar and friendly to the taxi driver in the thanks she said, he waited for her. His hand outstretched to help her up, he leaned down. And instead of taking his hand to help herself with, both her hands were brought to cup his face and she warmly brought her face close to his, leaving a soft kiss on his cheek after tracing all the way before it with her warm breath.

“I had a great time.” Her voice was just above a whisper, and somehow fucking unrealistic. Then she pulled away, enough to stare and say, “Thank you, Sakusa-san.”

Her hands are still there on his cheeks.

The world stopped, and Sakusa froze. No, he didn’t. He didn’t freeze. Rather, his entire body was warm. He was so warm and he knew that his face was probably as red as a fuji apple.

Rather than using his hands to help herself out of the car, she helps herself out of the taxi, missing how Sakusa follows her with his gaze, everything she’s done since the moment after she said his name in a familiar calling. Don’t blame him, blame her for making him lose his cool, his composure, his damn self-control– are they something now? Like… what? Was that made her his girlfriend, no?

Sakusa immediately said, “I’ll call you later.”

The woman paused, turning to face him again. She blinked and shook her head, “Not sure If I’m sober enough not to say some incorrect things,”

“You’re correct, I promise,” he replied.

Her smile unfolded, vulnerable.

*****

Sakusa had never considered that Miya Atsumu was his rival since she had left her trace on his cheek that night. Her kiss was definitely a sign of the new thing they were bonding over. Although no cringe-worthy words like I love you, or stupid confession session happened, they were two adults who loved each other and that was enough. Honestly, after that, Miya Atsumu’s name disappeared from his head.

But today was a different story. At an MSBY Black Jackals match, and she interviewed Miya Atsumu with a beaming face full of enthusiasm, the story took a different turn. Miya Atsumu earned his place on the top list of his rivals— and he swore, from the moment he saw how his hand touched hers as he reached for the mic for whatever he was going to do after that, something in the back of his neck snapped.

He no longer had enough good mood left to linger there, shoving Bokuto Kotaro’s hand off of his shoulder as he walked away, coldly ignoring Hinata Shoyo. Far enough away to exclude himself from the boisterous crowd filled with media, his fingers typed out a message to her, a meeting in a place away from everyone’s attention, where there was no Miya Atsumu.

After the message, he waited in a corridor at the back of the gymnasium leaning against the wall, his arms folded in front of his chest. Greeting the footsteps he heard from afar, his eyes shifted, taking in her arrival which started with how she stopped to reply to what seemed to be a very important message, until eventually their gazes met and her steps quickened towards him. No fair, she was so cute.

“Sakusa Senshu,” she should know that right now is not too good a time to call him that way.

Sakusa straightened up to meet her, seeing the smile on her face that broke out sincerely when she said all the praises for him and congratulated him on their victory. His heart warmed at the thanks for a good game, but he was defeated by the intoxicating jealousy. Then without thinking, he blurted out, “I see you finally got to do an interview with Miya,”

“Oh, yeah. Well,” She smiled, nodding. “I didn’t expect that he would stop in front of me either.”

Sakusa scoffed, “Really? Aren’t you the one who’s purposely lining up on the first row to get his attention?”

Eyebrows raised, she frowned, “Huh?”

Sakusa scoffed, “In the end you are only after Miya.”

And her answer that came had only made everything worse, “Well, everybody’s after Miya Atsumu Senshu after he serves us a good game and I was just one of many reporters looking for the star of the match and I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to say that he was the MVP of this match. He scored 3 aces— and, Sakusa Senshu, I don’t think I need your help to interview Miya-san—“

“You clearly don’t need my help for that,”

Sakusa didn’t care about the hint of confusion in his gaze, his words flowed like a stream of water, “Did he get your number after the interview? Oh, I bet he insisted on shaking your hand,"

“Excuse me?”

Sakusa returned to say, “Which hotel did he ask you to meet at?”

Her brow furrowed deeply, “I don’t like the direction you’re going. This is dangerous,”

“Not as dangerous as you are,” Sakusa cut in quickly, “and I don’t like how easily you go to one person after being satisfied toying with the other.”

“Toying? What are you—“

Sakusa approached, towering over her as his sharp eyes locked onto her, “Yes, toying. You seem to be really enjoying yourself, huh? Knowing you had me under your little fingers while you made your way to another man– what do you want, really? You want me, you—” Sakusa paused, his feelings churning at his dead-end words. He began again, “—you kissed me and I don’t know if you’re greedy enough for someone else or if you were just after Miya from the start,"

There was a silence that made Sakusa even more uneasy. After the answer comes, she laughs, and that’s not really not good. “We’re just doing an interview,” she said, “After all, weren’t you the one who said that you’ll let me know if Miya-san is up for an interview?”

“No, you’re not going there right away,” Sakusa shook his head, adamant, “you missed the part where you had to tell me if you were greedy enough to want me and Miya at once,”

She frowned, "What are you talking about?"

Something on the back of Sakusa’s neck snapped, and he was sure that was the last thread of his despair, of his patience, and of his rationality, all at once.

“My feelings for you are so obvious—”

“No. That’s not—”

“— in fact even blind pig could tell that I stare at you like I would go crazy if I didn’t—”

“—what I mean—”

“— but you had the balls to play with it like it was nothing!”

“No—what?” Something flushed into her eyes, “Repeat yourself,”

Sakusa immediately responded, “no. You heard it.”

Her brow furrowed, “What did you say? Playing with your feelings? And what else was it- toying?" She leaned closer, her gaze challenging, “Try telling me If I wasn’t the one kissing your cheek— and what, playing with your feelings? Do you even know what you're talking about?"

“That’s where all the trouble started,” Sakusa exclaimed, almost snapping.

“What are you talking about, Sakusa?”

All formality, warmth, and respect left her words as she called him by his last name.

“You kissed me and left with Miya, which hotel he asked to meet you at, huh?"

“Sakusa, that one’s—”

“Or did he manage to touch you somewhere before you came to me?”

“Are you really up for the rest of it?”

“And here I am, getting only the scraps of the trace of his hands on you,”

“Sakusa!”

“My feelings for you are real!” He snapped, missing and not caring how she flinched, and subconsciously pulling away when he approached her closer.

“They are fucking real! Ever present, not a past tense! They’re always there to put up with all of your cooing, and tell me I’m hopeless but I sit and dream of the way my hand would traced your face and stupid me for thinking that you would have just a slightest bit of mercy towards me and my feelings but fuck you because my feelings are real for you—”

“So are mine!”

In the seconds she let drown in silence, she gave him a chance, and his silence was too long for her to deal with. However, before it was too late he quickly pulled her as she was about to exclude herself from him. The slightest jerk of his grip brought her back to him, into his eyes.

“Did you mean it?”

She did not answer, deliberately silent to punish him. And rather than having any intention of saying anything, she wanted to leave.

His grip tight against her will to break free. Then a little tighter than before, he pulled her, bringing her back to his eyes that were almost overflowing with all the unspoken truth that had been trying to be silenced. His tone broke as he said, “Tell me you mean it,”

Her eyes leaving him while her hands tried harder to break free but he was clearly too strong for her to handle half-heartedly. Her eyes returned after her last attempt was a repeated failure, “You know what, I didn’t. I didn’t mean any of the thing I said—”

The next second, her breath caught in her throat when he had locked her waist possessively.

“You liar,” And though his tone cold, his eyes vulnerable.

Their lips collided in a heated embrace, tongues intertwined and hands exploring every inch of each other’s bodies. In this kiss, where all the feelings that were previously taboo in words, all poured. Sakusa’s grip tightened as he pulled her closer, his breath hot against her skin. It had been a long time coming, this moment that they had both been avoiding for so long. But now, everything seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in each other. The world around them ceased to exist as they were consumed by their love for each other.

For so long, they had both fought against their feelings, denying the attraction that burned so deeply within them. But now, with every brush of their lips, every touch of skin on skin, they knew that it was all worth it.

Sakusa, melting in vulnerability under her touch, kissed her like there would be no tomorrow for them, like this was the last day that the world would exist. There was despair in every trace he left on her, but he didn’t rush her, he made sure every touch was enough and providing. Before they knew it, they had stumbled upon the wall, but his hand was quick to get behind her head.

They were fragile, succumbing to this moment.

Her hand gripped somewhere that she could grasp of his jacket, only to fail as she was too lost in their kiss, then she went to trace somewhere on his neck, squeezing on the skin which he responded to with a hum. Her other hand went somewhere on his stomach— really, he didn’t want her to stop touching him, he didn’t want her to be finished with him, he didn’t want this kiss to end. He wanted to forever drink from her scent, fight for air with her, dance with her lips against his, and feel her knuckles tracing every inch of his body. It was only after what seemed like forever, with their breath catching, that they finally let go of each other.

Panting against his mouth, she said, “I think now’s the right time for…”

Sakusa immediately connected the last word, “hotel? Yeah. Me too.”

His hands were on her waist and behind her head, caging her possessively, as he caught his breath, while hers were on the back of his neck and somewhere on his stomach. Again after that, unbidden, they went hand in hand to welcome each other into another kiss that this time was softer, unrushing, something calmer and warmer.

But then just suddenly, Sakusa abruptly pulls away from the kiss, having her whining for the sudden loss of contact. His words come quickly after that, “Now? I’ll have to go first, though,”

“Later, then,” she said, her hand slipping to the back of his neck, pulling him to meet her again at the end of her words, “when you’re done.”

Sakusa smiled before their lips collided. This time, both hands curled around his neck, reciprocating the possessivity that had only been shown one-sidedly before, not wanting to be outdone. Unfortunately, this kiss doesn’t last long, interrupted by a familiar voice out of nowhere, a calling that Sakusa will only hear from a particular party.

“Omi-kun!”

Immediately, still drunk in their feelings, they pulled away from each other, trying not to leave a trace to each other when Miya Atsumu got there for Sakusa. They’re lucky they had enough time to part and to slightly wipe the remnants of the kiss.

When Miya Atsumu got there, he immediately greeted Sakusa with his amusing calling. And he who was also familiar with the reporter also greeted her. But later, rather than listening to Sakusa’s words, the hot setter of Jackals was now preoccupied with his own search and it took him a single glance to understand what happened on the scene before he got there. Then right before he lead the way, he turned, “Omi-kun,”

Sakusa frowned, “What?”

The blonde setter’s face was convincing when he said,“you got lipstick on your mouth.”

Sakusa spontaneously touching his lips, to halt and realize when the setter giggled. When his gaze returned, he heard him, “Gotcha!”

*****

It’s funny how at the end of the day, Sakusa was the one who got her all for himself in a very hotel room. Sakusa Kiyoomi, the one’s filthy of his words, accusing her of having Atsumu taking her to a hotel, was the very man having his mouth and hands all occupied once the door to the room closed, blindly tracing over their way to the bed.

Arriving somewhere near the bed, his kisses shifting, tracing every inch of her face, then down, stopping by her lips, then down to her chin, and away down her neck, nuzzling, kissing, sucking, nipping, and licking at the vulnerable spot on her neck that enlightened him with sweet sounds that are her responses to his good work.

Sakusa gets the determination to play longer there, he loves hearing her voice. And as he continues to explore her neck with new things his lips can do to satisfy her desire, he hears her, “you know, before, when Miya Senshu came,”

Sakusa responded in a hum, not stopping. Wicked thought flashing when he heard that name mentioned. They are making out and she dared to mention that very name– no, he’s going to show her who owns her. In the next second, he had her moaning his name when he licked that sweet spot, sucking on it expertly.

Though she stretched herself even more, giving him more access to do as he please, he was wrong to think that she’s stopping, “I didn’t use any lipstick,”

He hummed, still nipping, kissing her neck. “Yeah,” he managed to answer before moving to the other side of her neck.

“And you fell for that one,” she tugged on his hair just enough to make him stop. His eyes on hers, vulnerable, thick with love and lust. In that short pause, he took his time to gaze into her eyes, grateful that they had finally ended up the way he had always imagined. He heard her say, “idiot,”

Sakusa hummed and then kissed her again. His hands quickly guided her arms to lock around his neck, along with how his hands went tracing down her curves, stopping somewhere in her waist for a gentle squeeze.

His kisses continued down her neck, sucking, small bites or gentle licks that made her giggling in amusement, but when his mouth suddenly sucked hard on the crook of her neck, his name left her mouth as an exclamation.

He chuckled, satisfied with her reaction as he returned to kiss her. In between kisses, he said, “but you like it, don’t you?”

She whines and he chuckles. His hands went to undo the remaining buttons of her shirt, and by the last few remaining buttons, he pulled away her kiss.

He went on to kiss her shoulders, stopping by her chest, and the other shoulder before helping her out of her shirt. Following the shirt that he discarded somewhere on the floor, was her hands that went to undo her bra, his eyes wide with anticipation. And when it completely left her body, his face flushed in redness to the sight of the way she shyly presented herself to him. His gaze long admired her breasts, alternating with his eyes, as if studying what was going on and what he should do with it— obviously though, the hunger he had on his gaze was enough to tell that he wanted to feel them with everything.

Slowly, he brought his hand to touch her breast and watched her reaction. Her eyes were on him at first touch, and when she nodded, he immediately brought both his hands to squeeze them, slow and sensual at the first few, and gradually greedier through each attempt. When she moans, Sakusa gains new determination to repeat what he did. Then he switches to his mouth, dominating.

Sakusa is professional in his work on her breasts.

He gives them equal attention when he plays with them. When his mouth was busy playing with one, then his hand would keep the other company. Simultaneously gently squeezing the mound as his mouth sucked on her nipple and the mound of the other, greedy for what he could take in. He was like a hungry little baby being served his last meal. But more than that, he knew what he had to do. He licks, sucks, and swirls his tongue on her breast just right the way she wants him. He puts her on cloud nine with every single thing he does to her, not to mention the sounds he makes in response to her moans.

“This isn’t your first time, right?”

On the edge of the bed where he had laid her down, Sakusa, who was about to return to her neck, halted midway at her question. He looked at her with furrowed brows, “What?”

Somehow in his gaze, there was enough dislike- disappointment. And before he could say anything, her hands cupped his face as she said, “Just asking, pretty boy,”

His frown fading, replaced with a warm dusting on his cheeks as he welcomed her in. A kiss on his lips to soothe him, or an apology for her accusation being so sharp, which brought all over the place below his lips until he finally had to stretch his neck and give her room to go down, tracing him with her kisses.

Her name was warm on his lips, a shudder when she left light kisses in the crook of his neck, and a satisfied hum when she was softly nipping on it.

“Mark me,” he commands.

“Hm?”

She paused, pulling away just enough to ask him, “are you sure?”

He turned, greeting her as his hands tightly hugged her waist, and said, “yeah, as yours.”

Meeting his eyes, she smiled, then leaned in to leave a vulnerable kiss on his cheek. Then her mouth descended, tracing his chin, under, and his neck, with feather kisses. A moan slipped past his mouth when he felt her sucking on a spot behind his ear, as her fingers moved sensually massaging the back of his head. Her name was in his mouth as she continued to repeat it on several other spots on his neck. His hands moved greedily grasping and squeezing her waist as she sucked his neck, just enough to leave a mark.

“Yes—ahh….”

Again, repeating it somewhere else on his neck and he called her name in a whimper. She giggled, and went to kiss the marks she had left gently.

Her fingers went to trace the mark, “They are visible,” his eyes met hers.

“And?”

“They’re somewhere you can’t cover with your jersey, Sakusa Senshu," she said.

His hands trailed down her back, pecking them sensually. When he gave a light squeeze on her back, he said, “Just let them think that my girlfriend is a pervert.”

“Girlfriend?” She frowned, amused.

Murmuring, Sakusa jerks her closer to him, “what are you then?”

She chuckled, “yeah, girlfriend. And clearly they don’t know that the boyfriend asked to be marked as hers,”

"What then?" He retorted. He went to kiss her shoulder and arm.

Coming back to her briefly, he heard her, “don’t make me famous, please.”

He chuckled and went to kiss her collarbone gently, tracing. But while he was so lost and determined to left more trace, she pushed him, then said, “Let me,”

Then her lips were on his chest, tracing them with soft kisses, licking it with her hot, wet tongue, and as she played with his nipples, he moaned her name, his hands tracing her back greedily, possessively.

Her kisses are brought down and her eyes open with anticipation as he gets further down. His hands in her hair, not missing a second of the moment when she goes down for him. His moans a shudder as her hand brushes over his clothed cock, rock hard for her name on his lips. His hands scratching the back of her head and press her to kiss his stomach more. At the sensation that was heating up and making his chest tight with anticipation, she pulled away almost too suddenly for him to even react. Her eyes returned to how she had held him, neck stretched to meet his gaze.

Finally, she said, sighing, “I really am hooking up with a Black Jackals member,”

They stared at each other for quite some time in silence. His hand went to reach her face, stroking it gently. His heart swelled with love and affection seeing how she closed her eyes, melting under his touch, and returned to look at him warmly, mirroring the affection and love he had for her. Finally, he said, “as long as your feelings are real,” voice barely a whisper.

“They are,” she responded immediately.

She pulled away to release her embrace, and brought her hands to start unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. His chest tight with anticipation as her hand traced his cock while looking up at him. But what makes him throbbing with desperate need is when she goes down to kiss him while locking gazes with him. He’s hot, red, and overcome with need.

Then she strips off his briefs, giving room for his hard, angry cock. In her palm, he couldn’t calm down and instead gets greedier with need. He hissed, subconsciously jerking his hips towards her hand. His moans were a series of disjointed, imperfect shrudders of pleasure, and she quickly cut it off.

Her hand on his stomach, calming him. Then when he looked down, her gaze laced with teasing.

“Relax, big guy,” she said, her voice soft. And he did calm down, completely surrendering to her mercy.

Her hands moved to start playing with his length, leaving kisses on the red tip as his hand ran through her hair, tugging them from time to time. Then other kisses went down his entire length as her hands moved to continue pumping him, and in the end, she made sure to meet his gaze as she gave him a long, hot lick on his length. His cock twitched, his greed firing.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “That was so hot.”

She smiled, giggling. She seems to be enjoying herself as she plays with his cock. Her other help to further lower his pants down, letting him get off of it to rush back and submit himself to her hands. The remnants of his sanity leaving his body in each of her strokes, he was on cloud nine.

“Relax, it’s just my hand,” she whispered, her voice cold and evil.

“Fuck! Your hand… your hand feels… s’good…”

She increased her speed, only to turn him down as he was so close chasing his high, starting over with slower pumps— this definitely wasn’t the first time she’d done this.

In the midst of his thoughts being solely occupied with his cock in her palm, and he let out a satisfied moan at her work, he managed to say something.

“What about you?” He hissed when he saw the way she pumped his cock in her palm, expertly destroying him.

“What?” He asked, his gaze on the innocent.

“Is this your first time?”

Their gazes met, and she was not surprised as he was. Her hands remained focused on working him out just how he wanted.

Then her answer came at last, a, “Yes,” as she gave a nasty lick to his cock that almost had him losing his mind, “you are,”

When her hot mouth captures the entire of his long-hardened length, aching and desperate for her touch, keening for it, his world momentarily disappears from his senses. Suddenly, she is everywhere filling him up. In his hearing, above and below the surface of his skin, lingering on his tongue, everywhere in his entire being filled with her.

Each pump, each of the ways she sucked him deeper into her mouth, taking him flying higher in pursuit of his high. She knew exactly what she was doing when she was working on him, and like someone whose senses were filled only by her every second she was destroying him with her mouth and hands, Sakusa clearly couldn’t hear how desperate his moans sounded with every minute the intensity of her touch felt less and less like enough.

He was desperate as he whines for more, closer to his high, subconsciously helping himself with small thrusts into her mouth and hands.

“Please… please… please…”

She had him going crazy, completely losing his mind in her unforgiving touch. Under her touch, there was never enough. Every time the high felt so close, it was like he had to try harder to beg to be delivered there immediately. His breathing ragging, racing with all the incoherent, uncharacteristic utterance that slipped past his mouth the further she took him. He couldn’t feel anything, just her, and the powdery bliss of her hands and mouth rubbing against his length.

He was at the end of his rise, almost arriving at the place where he could see stars, when her mouth and hands worked doubly fast and intensely in their work down there— oh god, was this heaven? He swore he moaned as loudly as that one of a porn he had once accidentally watched in high school and he now knows why that time the actor had to moan so disgustingly. His eyes rolled to the back of his head he swore he could see his skull. Her name came out of his mouth like a prayer, a mantra dominated by all sorts of begs.

One long suck, and his eyes returned to her at her mischievous hum and he was done, coming in a long, thick white rope inside her mouth. His first orgasm struck him like a tsunami.

He braced himself towards her, hands gripping on her shoulders, eyes locking with hers. He jerked his hips deeper into her mouth as he chanted her name desperately, and she rolled her eyes whilst taking all of him in. However, he doesn’t stop yet, his first one is probably quite a lot for her to handle and she coughs.

Worried, Sakusa immediately pulls himself out of her mouth while soothing his throbbing length with short, fast pump. He grimaced, groaning, then he returned to her, with enough worry and guilt, cupping her face and asked, “are you okay?”

She was still coughing, her hand somewhere on her mouth, yet she still managed to lick the remnants of his cum on her hand and on the tip of her lips afterwards, a wicked sight that shot right to his cock. Sakusa almost whimpered as the sensation that came over him made him hard again.

“That was pretty fast,” she commented. She smiled at him, her eyes mirroring his own.

Sakusa sighed, “Yeah, you worked really hard for it.”

“It was fun,” she winked.

Sakusa’s voice was low, and his gaze dangerous when he said, “you naughty little demon.”

She laughed at his words, quickly adjusting herself to immediately releasing her bottom without being asked to. He came hard to the sight as she lay down for him, clearly under his mercy. Her face flushed with shyness as he took all of her in, trailing every inch of the full picture of her raw beauty in his gaze.

“Stop gazing,” she said.

And Sakusa immediately stopped, his gaze returning to her eyes as he descended.

“Is it wrong for me to look at you?”

“No,” she replied. Her hand went to move the pillow away, not needing it. She caught him in line with her legs, blushing when she saw him kiss them gently and attentively. Her heart swelling with love and affection at what she had just seen, and when his eyes returned to her, his hand briefly took hers.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispers.

“Because I’m naked, and at your mercy,” she retorted.

Sakusa shakes his head, contrasting with how his hand slowly, sensually, strokes her leg, going between them.

“You know, even though I really want to fuck you right now, I want you to feel comfortable,” Sakusa said, eyes never leaving her through each strokes.

Her brow furrowed, catching his words amusingly, “I don’t know whether to be pleased, touched, or honored of what I just heard— is that your confession?” She asked.

“Don’t try,” he warned, his dark orbs piercing through her, “I mentioned every damn word pretty clearly just now.”

Silence falls upon them, and in the silence, the temperature in their bodies rises along with the tension that is also mounting. Within each touch, Sakusa gives the message that she is his, that no one else has the right to mark what is his and he is quite competitive and determined in this regard. One last touch and he gave her a light squeeze and gentle look in her eyes yet his tone a command, “spear your legs.”

She spread her legs for him, shyly at first.

“More,” he said.

And more.

“More,”

“I think that’s—“

Sakusa’s eyes are on her, sharp and coldly piercing, demanding, “More,” his low, deep voice sending shivers down her spine, and something down there throbbing with need. Her eyes narrowed in desperation as she whimpered his name, she felt a quick wetness down there.

“Sakusa-san…”

Her breath caught in the back of her throat when his mouth cupped her pussy quickly, kissing her in the way he kissed her lips, something that made her mind go on an instant error. Her moan a naughty, reciprocated with a satisfied hum that makes her slowly tighten up. How could she not? His tongue and lips know what exactly they are doing, licking, sucking, then slightly swirling a circle that makes her breath catch in her chest.

“Don’t stop right there— ahh…. Don’t… please don’t….”

He hummed, working his tongue like an expert who never failed in his first try. For a moment, just a moment, she thought that he might be lying about this being his first.

Her hands reached for his, locking his fingers with squeezes every time he did his thing, finishing her with a pleasure that left her only craving for more. His name in her mouth a barraging of desperate whine, needy moans, and though he let her press his head deeper into her welcoming cunt, each time he denied her when she was so close to be done.

“Please… I want to cum,” she whines, eyes glossy with need, despair, lust, and love.

He hummed.

The next time his name slips out of her mouth in a whine, he slips a finger into her hole, and his name is a satisfied cry as he pulls them out and pumps them in along with his tongue at work on her clit.

Her ragged breathing, needy moans, and words of praise, as well as his name almost a prayer in her mouth becomes music to Sakusa’s ears.

“Sakusa-san… Sakusa-san… don’t stop don’t stop….” She mindlessly muttered.

And when two of his fingers fit themselves into her holes at once, his name a pleased shuddering, begging him not to stop.

Sakusa knows better and does exactly what she wants, gladly satisfying her while pumping himself at every sound she makes on his work. He comes once again just for her voice and the sweet taste of her juices in his tongue— it sounds pathetic and exhausting, but even then, his cock was still too excited to the thought of her.

With increased speed and intensity, his fingers and mouth bring her to the star she’s been desperately wanting to see, and his name a barrage of satisfied cries interspersed with sweet moans. His fingers creamy when he pulls them out, and he licks them in her watch.

His other hand was still pumping himself lazily as their eyes locked together in silence, drowning in the love and lust thick in the air, begging for immediate repayment.

The first to break the silence, she said, “that wasn’t really the fuck part.”

Sakusa smiled, “I know right,” he said. “I’ve been pumping myself.”

She chuckled, “Oh, I bet you really want to fuck me.”

“I’m rock hard just because you call my name, is that a good enough answer to make you let me fuck you?”

Their gazes locked together.

“Or should I just keep pumping myself on my own with you watching me?” He asked.

Sakusa waits quite some time for her answer, and his hand doesn’t stop pumping his still hard and very excited length. His heart racing, and honestly, he’s at the limit.

“Why would I watch you pump yourself?” She said finally, spreading leg open for him.

Sakusa smiled. Still pumping his cock lazily, he brought his length closer, lining against her entrance.

Sakusa doesn’t immediately insert his length into her, he lets the tip in for a while, then pulls it out, kissing her awaiting cunt with the tip and repeating it a few times until she says, “don’t tease.”

Sakusa smiled, not stopping what he was doing, this time locking his gaze with hers.

“Sakusa…. Please…” she begged, face flushed red, desperate.

“Please what?” He didn’t stop, “I didn’t recall that you’re desperate to be fucked.”

He enjoyed the sight of how her breathing was ragged and her gaze was pleading. Her hands reaching for him desperately, and though he won’t stop teasing her until she begs for it, he didn’t leave her alone and catches her hand in his.

“What is it, babygirl?” He cooed, tone gentle, fingers intertwining with her own. “What do you want, hm?”

“Please… I want to feel your cock inside me…”

He groaned.

“Fuck me, Sakusa-san, please,”

Her words shot right through his hard rocking cock. He groaned as she giggled, realizing she got him again. This time, though, he let it be.

“Fuck, I want to fuck you so bad…”

The next second was their moans coming together in satisfaction as he finally slid himself into her cunt. His hand fell down to hold the weight of his body beside her head, the other still locking with hers, squeezing each other in bliss.

“Fuck! You’re so tight!” He hissed, having trouble going deeper with his size inside her tightness, not yet used to him.

Underneath she softly whimpered. Her hand looping on his arms, clinging to it, squeezing like her life depends on it.

“F-fuck— Just a little more,” he peered down, then left a kiss on her forehead, “ahh... just a little more and I promise it’ll feel good.… f—shit! You’re so tight— is it hurting you? Are you okay?”

When she didn’t answer, Sakusa called her name, panic evident in his eyes. His hand went to guide her back to his eyes, “Hey,” his voice soft. “Talk to me,” he said, “are you okay?”

She smiled, chuckling, “Yes… I am okay.”

His eyes on hers for quite some time, searching for something that spoke of doubt or fear to find nothing. His hand then went to wipe her sweaty face, his touch gentle.

“It’s… started to feel good now,” she said

Sakusa hummed, obeying with a few slow thrusts as he helped himself in. His free hand immediately sought her out, spreading their fingers together to lock back as he brought himself in deeper with each thrust. His hand tightened against her, locking possessively and protectively.

With each thrust, he gambled with what was left of his sanity not to do this depravedly in one go, but the looser and more accustomed her walls became to him, the less he could resist turning up the intensity of each of his thrust. Their moans were in sync, something that spoke of satisfaction and blind, raw pleasure, where love and lust melted into one. He drew himself closer to her as he left her hands, leaning down, longing for her warmth and she welcomed him with a hug. He murmured her name in her ear, nuzzling further into the crook of her neck, and nipping. Her hands snaking on his back, gripping, scratching sensually.

“Oh my god you feel so good, baby…” he moaned, increasing the speed and intensity of his thrusts.

“You want my cock to thrust deeper into you, don’t you? You want it to keep filling you, don’t you? You want it to fuck you, don’t you? Should I continue fucking you?” He rasped in her ear,

“Yes please, Sakusa…” Her head nodding mindlessly, she moans desperately, begging, almost crying with need.

“We gotta say it, baby,” he said.

“Yes please, don’t stop fucking me, Sakusa—ohhh….” She says it clearly in his ear and Sakusa completely throws his morale after that, gone brutal in the pace he sets as he manages to hit the spot that had her moaning even more desperately in a barrage of his name.

His name a barrage of prayers, greedy whimpers, pornographic moans and everything else in his hearing the entire time his cock hitting that spot perfectly on each attempt and all praises, whatever it is:

“Oh good it feels so good Sakusa… please don’t stop…. Oh yes right there… Sakusa…..!!!!!”

She came once more, creaming the tip of his still rock hard cock with her sweetness. Sakusa groaned, his cock hard. He’s about to come once again. His hands quickly flipped her over to bend, exposing her ass to him, her hands and knees on the bed. She gasped for air when he immediately inserted his length without a warning. He groaned at the familiar, welcoming sensation. Her walls were still pulsating and still warm, the imprint of his cock still there. His hands held her waist steady on the first, intense thrust and made her gasp for air in an imperfect moans.

Sakusa positions himself better before he thrusts again, this time having her perfectly moaning. Before his next thrust, he stops and kisses her back, curing his longing for the warmth of her body. Welcoming him who traces along her shoulder with a soft kiss, she reaches towards him. Her hand scratched his head as he squirmed on her shoulder, and he hummed to acknowledge her. He briefly kissed her arm.

When he finally pulled away, their room was again filled with their colliding moans as his waist continued to help him push himself deeper and deeper into her, deep where he remembered a spot that would make her moans in contentment.

It wasn’t long enough for him to stay in that position, as he was quickly missing her warmth to him, craving her touch. He went closer, hugging her while calling her name desperately, longingly. He kissed her back and shoulders, the back of her neck while his hands went to trace her curves as his waist continued to work to bring his thrusts home, repeatedly hitting that spot that had his name slipping out of her mouth in a mindless plea, a satisfied, pornographic moan.

He began to lose his rhythm as her walls pulsed, squeezing him in. He groaned at his name as a desperate call in her mouth when she was close.

“Sakusa-san…” she called out, desperate, glancing through her shoulder.

He responded, calling her name in each of his thrusts.

Her hands reaching out, calling out to him once more. And he greet her, kissing her fingers and letting her touch him.

“Sakusa-san….”

He called back to her name, and said, “I’m close…” voice trailing, unable to contain himself for any longer. His rhythm was messy, just a raw need of wanting to be done, to see those stars again with her walls wrapping him.

“Me too…” she said.

He pulled her into a short, intense kiss. Then in the midst of their hazy thoughts of exploding lust, she asked breathlessly, “Are you mine?” hands still tangled in his hair, squeezing him.

Sakusa replied, catching his breath, “yours… yeah… forever…”

And she asked again, “you promise you won’t leave me the next morning?”

Sakusa nodded breathlessly, “I won’t leave you, I’m yours…. I’m yours…. yours to take…”

Then she pulled him into an intense kiss and ended it with a desperate moan, “Oh…. So good— god I’m so close!!!”

“Yes…. Yes…. Have me with you, baby… I’m so close too…” Sakusa answered.

She responded with an incoherent hum, a proposal, “Inside please,”

Sakusa’s mind was foggy but he managed to make sure, “Huh?”

“Inside,” she asserted.

“Y-yeah?” he asked, breathless.

She nodded, “cum inside me, please,”

Sakusa doesn’t need to be told twice, he picks up the pace and lets her cream on him as his name slips out of her mouth mindlessly, and shortly after she comes, he follows, breaking into the rhythm of his thrusts as her name is the final fragment of satisfaction on his ride. He did not just see stars, heaven was all along in his every sense.

He fell, his body limping against her on the bed as exhaustion finally rippled their muscles. For some time they are silent, focused on calming themselves and catching their ragging breaths.

Sakusa is the first to recover, and is calm enough to bring himself to kiss her back, her shoulders, the back of her neck, and whispering a thank you in her ear, and was responded with a hum and a soft kiss.

After that there was only silence, and also love bubbling in the air as they became too tired to talk. However, when Sakusa slowly trailed his arm to cage her, he had enough urge to say, “I bet your hot Miya-san can’t do something like this,”

“I will bet that he’s the type to last longer in bed though,” she retorted.

Sakusa chuckled, “yeah, clearly. Atsumu’s a bed master. A professional playboy.”

“And you?” She asked, hunching her shoulder slightly as she peeked on her shoulder.

He welcomed her affectionately, nuzzling his nose into her cheek, “I’d say a dedicated lover.”

She hummed, a skeptical hum, then added, “Or you can also say, a jealous, possessive, hyper protective, high-guarded little brat.”

Sakusa hummed, finding his comfort in the crook of her neck.

Then she said, “Now get off of me.”

Silence, then, “No,” he said, giggling against her shoulder.

“You’re going to hurt my back, Sakusa-san,” she said.

“I’ll massage you later…” He gently muttered, a cute plea with a pout as he peered into her.

She sighed, “I warned you. We’re not sleeping like this.”

Sakusa hummed.

She turned to meet him, and just like that he understands what she needs and gives it immediately. Another kiss on the lips. Tender, unrushing, a promise.

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