#sakusa x reader
# things you do that give them butterflies !
✫ ft. suna , akaashi , kuroo , sakusa , oikawa , iwaizumi , atsumu x gn!reader
✫ a/n: i’m a sucker for casual intimacy. @luvrinnie i hope this makes your week a lil better <3
✫ SUNA can’t help but lean into your touch when you run your hands through his hair. “mm, keep doing that,” he tells you, closing his eyes with a gentle smile on his face. he’s laying his head in your lap, hiding his face in your stomach. and he’s lucky that you can’t see the blush on his cheeks as you comb your fingers through the soft strands. “what was that? you want me to stop?” slowly retracting your fingers, you hear a a tsk. suna laces his slender fingers around your wrist and brings it back to his head. and when you lean down to give his forehead a soft kiss, a grin breaks out on his face — all because of you.
✫ AKAASHI feels his heart rate pick up when you pull him into a hug. there’s something so innocent about the way you hold onto his waist, pulling him towards you so you could wrap your arms around him, and he loves the pure kind of love you show him. he hopes you can’t hear the beating in his chest (you can), and he prays that you never let go. “keiji.” he simply hums in response. “you give the best hugs,” you murmur into his chest. a breathy laugh leaves his mouth, and you know by the sound of it that he’s smiling. his eyes are probably crinkled, his dimple making an appearance. and you smile, too, hearing the way the beating in his chest gets just a bit faster.
✫ KUROO feels so incredibly giddy when you laugh at his jokes. he melts at the sound of your laughter. to him, it sounds like everything beautiful in the world — the dew on a spring morning, wind chimes on a breezy day, the sparkles you see on water when the sun hits it just right. and when you look up at him with the remnants of that glorious sound leaving your lips, he can’t hold himself back from placing his hand on your jaw, and slowly leaning down to kiss your lips. you’re both laughing into the kiss — the feeling of nothing but joy encased between you two — and he feels his heart burst in his chest.
✫ SAKUSA knows that he isn’t always the best at giving you affection. of course, he tells you he loves you every day, and does little things for you, but physical touch has never been his strongest point. so when you lean your head on his shoulder to get comfortable during a long and tiring train ride, sakusa looks at you with love in his eyes. to be this comfortable with him and to initiate the touch he craved so much makes him fall for you even more. he leans his head on yours, taking the chance to slowly intertwine his fingers with yours.
✫ OIKAWA feels his face burn when you tell him you’re proud of him. with sparkling eyes, you tell him the three words that mean so much to him — “i’m so proud” — which sound a lot like three other special words to him. and sometimes, he’ll pretend it was nothing, saying “of course you are, i did great out there.” but when you nod in agreement, pink paints his cheeks. other times, he’ll look at you and simply pull you into a hug, pressing a kiss to your cheek, and wishing you’d tell him those words forever and more.
✫ IWAIZUMI rarely talks about his day, opting to ask about yours instead. he’s always been one to listen and support others, whether it be his team or you. however, when you ask him about his day out of the blue, his breath gets caught in his throat. all of a sudden, he’s a stuttering mess. he feels your hand slip into his, your thumb stroking the back of his hand, and he tells you about every aspect of his day: the little kid who said he wanted big arms like him, the bitter coffee at work, and how he missed you all day. at the end of it, you’re the one who’s flustered, smiling at the thought of being on his mind all day.
✫ ATSUMU lives for your attention. he says he can’t live without it. he often surprises you with little gifts, or by wrapping his arms around your waist to catch you off-guard, but once those actions are reciprocated, tsumu feels his whole body warm up with the feeling of pure love. and when you show him that you were thinking about him by bringing him some lunch to practice, or by randomly coming up to him to kiss his lips, he realizes that he’s never felt this type of love before he met you. “what was that for?” he’ll say smugly, taking ahold of your waist after you kiss his lips. “hm? nothing, just felt like doing that.” and with that, he’s pulling you in for another kiss — this one deeper, and slower. you can feel his heart beating in his chest against yours, and he hopes that your hands won’t notice how warm his cheeks are.
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𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐖/ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄
𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮, 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢 & 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐰/ 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 // hurt/comfort (there’s no actual breaking up)
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 // mentions of insecurity and cyber bullying
☄︎ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 // hi!! this is my first post omg !! how exciting :D hopefully u guys like it <3 also omi’s got long sorry !
☄︎ 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔
the feeling of dread fills your body once more. the comments on your boyfriend’s post— a picture of both of you. faceless accounts calling you rude name after name after name.
naturally, you knew what came with dating one of the best pro athletes in the entire country, but after time, the things people would say would start to affect your own self image.
you knew how to let it slide. after all, you and atsumu had been dating for so long, you were unfortunately used to the abundance of mean words, opting on putting up a facade for your boyfriend. but it was one comment that made your strong resolve crumble quickly.
i still don’t understand what THE miya atsumu is doing with this person ??? he literally deserves so much better wtf !!!
you always knew he was too good to be true. a handsome prince that just so happened to fall into the palm of your hand. but to have someone actually think so was extremely upsetting. were you really not good enough for him? obviously not, right? if everyone thinks so?
the overthinking led to you sitting on the bed, legs crossed and thumbs twiddling as you wait for him to come back from practice. when you hear the door slam shut and him call for you, you take a deep breath in and prepare yourself.
“baby!” he cheers walking into the bedroom to see you, a big smile on his face like there’s nothing wrong. “missed ya s’much,”
“atsumu,” you breath, trying to contain your tears. you practiced it 30 times without crying and even still, your watery eyes threaten to spill.
he cocks his head, confused, a frown replacing the once bright smile, “atsumu? what happened to tsumie?”
you look at your lap, avoiding eye contact with his honey brown eyes. you need to get it over with, “we… we should breakup.”
he chuckles, awkwardly, waiting for the punchline in this twisted joke you’ve got going. when he notices the tears dripping from your face, his smile quickly fades and his eyebrows furrow. his body fills with panic.
you sniffle, unable to look him in the eye. you twiddle your thumbs feeling a sense of guilt.
you hand him your phone, opened to the several instagram comments, shuddering out, “y-you deserve so much better, tsum… it’s best—“
he scoffs, turning off your phone and tossing it to the side. “yer the best— i already have the best.” he tilts your head up, cupping your cheek. he takes the pad of his thumb, swiping your tears. “i don’t care what any of these people are sayin,’ yer my pretty… the love of my life. who’s gonna put up with me if yer not around? who’s the one that makes sure i have somethin’ to eat at practice?”
he doesn’t realize it, but there are tears sliding down his cheeks, too, and you give him a wobbly smile.
“ya can’t leave me, i think ‘ll die.” he chuckles, breathily.
you nod, sniffling, “‘m sorry…”
he shakes his head as if to say, don’t apologize. he wraps his arm around you, pulling you in close and squeezing your body tightly. “i love ya, no one’s gonna change that.”
☄︎ 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈
kiyoomi has always wanted your relationship to be private because he hates people pestering him about all of the personal things in his life. especially you.
there are no photos of you on kiyoomi’s social media accounts. at all. and for the most part, you’re okay with it. you understand why he doesn’t want to be seen in with you in public, even if it does hurt a little.
you know your boyfriend wants the best for you, and the best means that you two are limited to at home dates and disguises in public. you hate it, honestly, but you love your boyfriend, so you tough it out.
it’s all fine until you’re at an MSBY game (that ended in victory, of course) and you run down the stands to give him a hug in excitement. adrenaline rushing throughout his body, he barley has time to process before camera’s start flashing in your direction.
the drive home with kiyoomi is silent. you can’t tell if he’s angry at you for being so reckless or if he’s angry at himself for not stopping something from happening. regardless, you knew he was mad, but you didn’t want to upset him any further, so you left him alone for the night. you muttered a soft goodnight and secretly hoped it’d all be over tomorrow.
that’s definitely not what happened because when you woke up and checked your phone to see dozens of twitter mentions with pictures of you and kiyoomi from the game, you were very confused.
sakusa kiyoomi apparently dating some person named @y/n !? yikes…
have you guys seen that MSBY player’s s/o… he looks he doesn’t even like them ???
your eyes burn at the other hateful tweets you’d found, every doubt you ever had about your relationship with kiyoomi now creeping back into your brain.
you should’ve seen you coming, though, right? why else would he keep you a secret? he was probably just embarrassed of you is the conclusion you came to.
when you walk downstairs, you see him sitting on the couch with a mug of coffee and his phone in his other hand. he perks up immediately at the sound of you.
“kiyoomi… we should break up.” you frown, your breaking-heart pounding in your chest. “i mean, these twitter people are right, i’m not up to your standards and there are a lot of people in the world that you’d look a lot better with.”
kiyoomi shudders, the thought of another person in his life, he couldn’t possibly.
“and… i know you’re embarrassed to be seen with me, i don’t blame you—“
he abruptly cuts you off, “don’t… do that. don’t talk down on yourself because of something that was completely my fault.” his sigh is heavy, like he has so much to say. “you’re so amazing, don’t you get that?”
“it’s kinda hard to tell when you don’t want to be seen with me. really, kiyoomi, it’s fine. let me help you make this easy.” your voice is cracking. it’s the last thing you want, but if it’ll help him, then so be it.
he groans, putting his mug and phone down on the table in front of him, walking over to shake your shoulders, vigorously. “listen, i’m not embarrassed of you! i love you! more than anything. i just wanted to avoid people talking about you. you don’t deserve to be called things like that. you’re gorgeous and loving and kind and i couldn’t bare losing you to someone else who probably does deserve you.” he says in what feels like one breath.
you look at him in awe, “you mean that? you really think i deserve better than you, the sakusa kiyoomi?” and he nods, avoiding your eyes. “i beg to differ,”
a soft pink blush dusts over his cheeks, “no more hiding,” he mutters. “i’ll show the world that you’re my beautiful s/o every day for the rest of my life if i have to.”
☄︎ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎
suna rintarō believes that you are his light. he adores you, your beauty, your personality, the way you love him endlessly— he loves it and he isn’t afraid to let it be known.
although rin is a professional athlete, that doesn’t stop him from spending every waking second of free time by your side. he likes to make sure you don’t doubt him. ever. he loves you and you love him.
there’s also his instagram, which consists of candid photos of you (and thirst traps of himself that you keep telling him to delete) or just photos of the two of you together.
you just so happen to be stalking the account late at night with rintarō’s dead asleep body right next to you. it never occurred to you to do so, but you figured you’d take a look at his comments, half expecting them to be comments of his friends making fun of him for being so mushy and some teenage girls making heart eyes at him.
but what you weren’t expecting was for there to be comments degrading and talking down on you.
your smile quickly fades, turning into a pout. you spend the next hour obsessively going through his comments on the pictures of you or the two of you together.
suna, pick me, im so much more attractive than them!!!
soon, you realize you’ve had enough, feeling drained of life and love. you impulsively shake your boyfriend awake, not stopping until you hear his annoyed groans. “what is it, baby?”
you don’t think much about it be fore you say it, “we should break up.”
“no, now goodnight.”
he exhales, lifting up and propping his body up with the help of his elbow. “what brought this on?”
“i’m not good enough for you…” you say meekly, face heating up. “all of your fans think so… you’re so handsome and successful and i’m just… me.”
“yeah, you’re you. crybaby-cuddle-me-now-bratty-Y/N. and you’re also, the kind, loving Y/N that pranks atsumu every time he pisses me off. you’re the love of my life.”
you’re shocked that he can say that all so nonchalantly because you’re definitely holding your breath, trying not to cry at his words.
“‘m not a crybaby,” you grumble, that pout still etched onto your face.
he smiles, brushing his knuckles against your cheek, “yeah, you are, but i love that about you.”
he chuckles, leaning in to kiss you, “i love you.” he whispers softly against your lips. “no more looking at my comments, you’re way too hot for that.” he joke, smirking at you.
“i love you, more.”
he shakes his head, “impossible. now get your ass to bed.”
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WHEN THEY HAVE TO LEAVE FOR WORK
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has to hold back his tears, every single day; seeing his kids on the brink of tears because of him "leaving" just breaks his heart. he kisses you and the kids goodbye as he blinks back his tears, throat seizing up and avoiding his kids' equally teary puppy eyes. every day, it's like he wasn't going to work, instead it's as if he's going some faraway land and never to come back.
BOKUTO, makki, ATSUMU, tanaka, ASAHI, tendō, sugawara, OIKAWA
dashes out the door as soon as he gets his goodbye kisses; he kisses his kids and you goodbye, lingering just a few seconds more on your forehead, before grabbing his things and dashing out the door. he knows that if he stays home a few moments more, he'll cave in his kids' plea and cute little pouts for him to just stay home.
kyōtani, kageyama, KONOHA, terushima, hoshiumi, AKAASHI, hinata
promises to be home as soon as he can; he promises this as he kisses his little kid's forehead, smiling at the little pout they're making. he's quite a busy man and it will take him extra effort to come home earlier, but he'd do anything just to be able to spend a few extra hours more of his day with his kid and with you.
shirabu, IWAIZUMI, aone, mattsun, ARAN, KITA, yaku, koganegawa, kunimi
cradles and cuddles his kid/s until he gets to his car; his little kid's hands wrap around his neck, head buried on their dad's chest, unwilling to let go. so he lets them and cradles his kid in little pajamas in his arms until he's in front of his car. and you have to "pry" them away from each other or else he really won't leave.
SAKUSA, tsukki, USHIJIMA, meian, semi, KUROO, hirugami, daichi
convinced he'll skip work and just stay home; he drops his bag and puts on his home slippers once more as his kids jump in triumph and joy. just a little pout and a few cute words from his kids and he's 100% taken. besides, missing a day of work just to see those smiles won't do any harm.
suna, nishinoya, kenma, OSAMU, komori, FUTAKUCHI, yamaguchi
note: this is me working on something completely new and not getting to my wips and requests :(
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༉‧₊˚. haikyuu boys + photobooths
suna, iwaizumi, sakusa & atsumu
in which, you (or they) insist on taking a couple pictures, the good ol fashioned way.
+ word c. 1029
+ warnings. gn reader, kissing, not proofread, cliche + cringe love & sorta suggestive
smiled cheekily as you entered the photobooth, his lanky fingers intertwined with yours. he pulled you onto his lap, both sets of hands placed prettily on your thighs. "su-" you were interrupted by the flash of the camera, missing the picture. "rin." you frowned down at him as he smirked, squeezing your hands. "can we be international super spies?" you asked, already imitating a gun with your hands as suna quickly did the same, both of you shooting each other smug smirks. the camera flashed, temporarily blinding both of you as you immediately laughed. "can we dab?" rin asked, your eyes quickly widening as he indeed started dabbing. "you're insufferable." you said, shooting a playful, disgusted look at him. "don't ever do that again." you said as the camera flashed, catching your disgusted look and your boyfriend, mid-dab. "alright, last o-" you were cut off by a kiss from suna, his pink lips crashing against yours as his hand trailed up to the side of your face, gently caressing it as the last flash of the camera went off, him pulling away with a satisfied grin. suna gently guided you off his lap before taking your hand and leading you out, eager to see the pictures.
sighed as you dragged him into the mall's photobooth, upset and cranky due to the whopping $20 he had to pay to even enter the rinky dink machine. "smile, you party pooper." you giggled, pulling his cheeks into a forced smile, his face still evidently angry. iwaizumi gently removed your hands from his face, keeping them safe in his own calloused ones. you looked at him, a sheepish smile climbing onto your face as hajime held back a giddy smile. all of a sudden, a flash came out of no where, startling the both of you. "ok ok we have three more.” you scrambled to find another pose with hajime, him just looking at you absentmindedly. the timer hit one as you attempted to do silly faces , although it just resulted in iwa missing it by a second. "it's fine." you smiled, watching as the timer counted down to the next picture, ultimately missing it again by a millisecond. "damn. ok one more, make it count." you sighed, looking defeated as iwaizumi stared at your lips. he quickly took your chin between his fingers before pulling you forward, planting a hard kiss on your soft lips as the camera flashed for the last time. your eyes widened as he continued to kiss you even after the picture was taken, soft grunts escaping his lips collied with yours. he pulled away, asking, "did i make it count?"
uncomfortably shifted himself in his seat as he sheepishly pulled down his mask, an annoyed grin pulling at his lips. he shook his head at you, whose brain was going a mile a minute as you tried to figure out a pose for the both of you. you quickly settled on the classic ‘kiss on the cheek’, slightly startling kiyoomi as your lips pressed against his soft cheek, him turning away with embarrassment as you giggled at his attitude. “you choose next- cmon cmon!” you rushed him. sakusa merely smiled as he took your chin between his fingers, staring into your eyes as your own widened. the camera flashed, catching the little grin you shot at each other. “i think that one was good enough, let’s go.” he said attempting to get up. you sighed and quickly pushed him down, taking his wrist in your hands. kiyoomi’s lips pressed into a thin line as he realized what you were doing, already rolling his eyes. “don’t-“ he was interrupted by the flash of the camera, capturing the way you laughed while twist your boyfriend’s wrist every which way, his eyes mid-roll. “you’re wrong for that.” sakusa said, running his hand through his dark curls. “you’ll live.” you replied, leaning towards him. “are we really gonna do this?” he sighed, turning to face you. “you know you want to.” he couldn’t deny it, but it just felt too cliche to him. nevertheless, he leaned in to place a chaste kiss on your lips, him looking at you with love. the camera flashed — the last photo was taken. you turned to leave the booth — until you felt a hand grab your wrist. “wait— one more round.”
entered the photobooth as a single man. a single man, who had an idea as soon as he saw the photobooth, quick to make up an excuse as to why he wanted to take pictures with you. “‘s for memories, y/n.” he said, which wasn’t complete lie. you reluctantly entered, your hand wrapped in atsumu’s. as soon as you entered, he turned to you, looking as if he wanted to say something to you. “tsumu, the pictures-“ he cut you off, respectfully of course. “can i just say somethin’?” he asked, watching as the camera took its first picture, both of you looking into each other’s eyes. “we’ve been friends since…. forever, right?” atsumu asked, noticing the smile pinching at your cheeks. “yeah…..” you feigned a confused face as you fought back the smile, knowing exactly what he was gonna ask. “so uh- damn i didn’t plan this well.” atsumu scolded himself. click, the second picture was taken. “shoot, ok. well, lemme just ask.” you had never seen this side of atsumu, all nervous and flustered. it was different from his usual overly confident and flirtatious side. “will ya do me the honor of doing ya the honor of honoring me of bein’ ma special person?” you burst into laughter as the words fell from his lips, atsumu’s eyes widening, emulating a disappointed look. the flash of the camera filled the booth. “well?” he asked. you feigned a thinking face, putting your hand on your chin and whatnot. “of course.” you smiled, immediately pulling atsumu by the collar of his shirt onto your lips, feeling him gasp against your lips. click, the last photo was taken, revealing you and atsumu locking lips as a newly formed couple. atsumu left the photobooth as a taken man.
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Dad's mode. He has already booked a week in advance the cab that will drive you to the airport. All the documents are in his bag. The suitcases have been packed for two days and he has weighed them. He is the one who carries all the suitcases to the airport and he does not stop. He knows where he is going, no need to stop everywhere. No time to be late with him, and you better keep up.
Kita, Ushijima, Sakusa, Daichi, Akaashi, Iwaizumi, Shirabu, Kageyama, Aran, Tsukishima, Yaku
Very chill. Jogging and sneakers to be as comfortable as possible. You arrive a little bit early so you don't have to wait in line at the counter. This gives you a little time to hang out in the stores and sip a coffee. He walks around with his neck rest already on his shoulders, a comical but somewhat touching sight.
Oikawa, Osamu, Suna, Tendou, Mattsun, Semi, Sugawara, Kuroo, Kenma, Konoha, Komori
A marathon. It's a race through the halls of the airport and you arrive out of breath at each counter. It's even a blessing that he managed to take all his documents. He still finds time to stop and buy a whole bunch of food for the trip. You're sure that you won't lose him since he's easily recognizable from miles around with the three caps on his head and the two sweaters tied to his waist (yes, there was no more room in the suitcase...)
Atsumu, Bokuto, Hinata, Lev, Hanamaki, Nishinoya, Hoshiuimi
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A/N: mean!msby has my pussy fucking throbbing! i feel like this is reay rushed but i wanted to something done, so i hope you really enjoy despite how kinda.. shitty this is.
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the game finally concluded with the scoreboard reading 24-25. the boys have been training for days, weeks, preparing for this game. for the past few weeks, they have been giving it their all, heavy breathing, sweating bodies running and colliding onto the hard gym floor, and despite all their efforts, it was still not enough.
you could see the pain, anger, and disappointment plastered on their faces. you sigh, your knuckles turning a lighter shade as you grip the clipboard before calling all of msby over to the side of the court. the sound of shoes squeaking against the waxed floors pierces your ears as they surround you, the usual happy cheers replaced with deep sighs and a daunting silence.
“don’t feel so down, guys, you did amazing!” you chirp, “we just need to train a little harder!”
no response. no amount of praise or cheerful smiles could grant the reaction you were looking for. “come on, guys! we’ll get them next time!” you utter as you reach up and ruffle your fingers through atsumu’s damp hair. he huffs and jerks his head away, brown eyes narrowing to glare down at you. he’s pissed, beyond pissed, and given the expression on the faces of the others, the feeling is mutual. you feel defeated, useless. what kind of manager couldn’t cheer up their team? your shoulders slump as you suck your bottom lip in between your teeth and nod your head towards the gym doors, “let’s head to the bus, guys.”
the walk to the bus is long and disconcerting. you could feel the negative energy of your team wafting off of them and swallowing you whole. and it only got worse as you exited through the double doors and past the whining team. the jovial cheers of the other team seemed only to drop the morale of MSBY even more. that’s supposed to be them cheering, celebrating, but instead, they’re dealing with the burning pain of losing.
scuffing shoes drag along the concrete and stop just outside the door of the bus. you pull the doors open and usher the boys inside, you following right behind them. you stand at the front of the bus timidly, your pointer finger and thumb fiddling with the hem of your shirt. your throat felt dry.
“i’m sorry you guys did-”
“sorry doesn’t cut it. we weren’t as prepared as we needed to be, and it’s all your fault,” atsumu sneers.
you tense from atsumu’s harsh words and swallow the lump in your throat. he was right; they weren’t as prepared as they needed to be, and you did feel responsible, but that didn’t make his words hurt any less. you glance around the bus, shrinking back a bit at the intense stares before clearing your throat, “can i help you guys feel better? maybe i could take you all to dinner at your favorite restaurant?”
“no,” kiyoomi abruptly interrupts, “we’ve all already decided what you can do to make us feel better.”
you tilt your head in confusion, eyes squinting in concern as you stare at kiyoomi's darkened eyes. you open your mouth to speak only to pant when a massive hand grabs the back of your neck and forces you to your knees. surprised orbs widen, your body trembling as you turn your head to see who was responsible for knocking you over. another hand grips onto your chin and forces you to look forward, and before you can register what’s happening, a thick cock pushes past your lips.
tiny little hands reach up to grab onto a pair of muscly thighs, fingernails digging into them as a cock invades your throat.
“ah~, at least you’re good for something. take it down further,” kiyoomi gripes.
you hum, watery eyes locked on the thick curly-haired man as he forces your head further down his cock. he was so rough with you, thick fingers entangled at the root of your hair, dragging you along the length of his cock. low growls deep within his chest get caught in his throat when he pushes your head further down his cock and holds it there, clearly amused with how you spittle and gag all over his cock.
teary eyes that are focused on kiyoomi shift to another figure that’s quickly approaching. shoyo happily bounces over to you, an oddly sinister smile replacing his usual cheery one. the orange-head slips two fingers into the waistband of your tracksuit pants and tugs them down your legs. he hisses, his big brown eyes glued to the giant wet stain that sat in the middle of your panties. shoyo cups your clothed cunt and runs his digits along your slit, collecting the oozing slick that drips from your underwear.
“you like being mistreated like this?” he mocks in a disapproving tone, “is that why you trained us so poorly? in hopes that we’d take our anger out on you? fucking pathetic.”
your core flutter at his words, your already damp pussy growing even damper. shoyo was such a sweetheart, always speaking words of encouragement, but hearing him utter such filth has your mind going foggy. or was it kiyoomi’s cock invading your throat that was making you feel this way?
you’re pulled from your daze when you feel a pair of rough hands tear your panties to shreds. your thighs clench as you whimper against kiyoomi’s cock, feeling highly exposed to everyone on the bus. you squirm and try to pull away, only for kiyoomi to grab each side of your head and hold it steady while he begins fucking into your throat.
“keep my cock in your fucking throat until i tell you otherwise,” he sneers, “dumb whores like you aren’t capable of making decisions on their own.”
shoyo grabs onto your waist and positions you so you’re squatting down on the balls of your feet. he lays on his back and positions his face right above your arousal-coated pussy, groaning when his face collides with your cunt.
plump lips attach to your clit and suck harshly. shoyo’s tongue lulls out of his mouth, the wet muscle gliding between your folds before prodding at your hole. the warmth radiating from shoyo’s mouth makes you jolt and grind yourself onto his face, ultimately impaling yourself on his tongue. a satisfied moan escapes from shoyo as he pushes his face deeper into your cunt and shakes his head from left to right, smearing your nectar. one of his hands holds you down on his face by your waist, the other wrapping around his engorged cock..
slurping, gagging and grunting echoes off the walls of the bus as kiyoomi and shoyo use you as they see fit. kiyoomi is cruel, occasionally plugging your nose to watch you struggle on his veiny cock, while shoyo is happily drowning in your juices, chin glistening in your cream, and hips eagerly grinding into the air. shoyo grumbles against your cunt, before lifting you off his face and repositioning you to hover over his cock.
your eyes roll to the back of your head, throat constricting around kiyoomi’s length as shoyo plunges his cock deep within your core.
“that’s a good fucking girl. go ahead and ride daddy's cock.”
“mmm~,” your mouth releases kiyoomi’s shaft with a smack, your hand quickly taking its place, “s-sho! oh god, sho!”
drool drips from your chin down to your chest as you begin bouncing on shoyo’s cock. his hands reach up to grope at your bouncing mounds of flesh. he takes his thumb and forefinger and starts pulling and kneading at your perky nipples. your thighs were beginning to burn, the muscles growing tired as you resumed bouncing up and down shoyo’s cock. the movement of your hips starts to slow as the dull ache in your legs becomes more painful. the orangette firmly plants his feet into the floor of the bus and begins slamming his hips up into yours.
“tired already? i got you, baby doll. just sit there and look pretty on my cock, okay?”
your mouth finds its way back around kiyoomi’s dick. the raven-haired boy has his eyes glued to your face, admiring the way your warm tongue wrapped and twirled around his delicate tip. he begins fucking into your mouth once, your choking and constricted throat hastily bringing him to his breaking point.
“fuck. gonna cum in this pretty little mouth of yours!”
with a few more sloppy pumps, you feel a salty warm liquid spread across the surface of your tongue and down your throat. shoyo’s moans pierce your ears from down below. his eyebrows furrow, the skin on his forehead crinkling as he focuses on thoroughly fucking you. his cock twitched and jumped within your walls. the precum that began to pool within you would soon be replaced with his potent seed. shoyo’s grip on your waist tightens. he starts using his arm strength to lift you up and down his shaft manually. he lets out a grunt and drops you back down to the base of his pelvis, holding you firmly as he shoots his seed deep within you.
cum spills from your lips and drips from your cunt. your legs were shaking, and your body ached. how are you supposed to handle the rest of the team? were they to use you next? as if they heard every little thought that racked through your brain, atsumu and kotarou scurry over to your trembling body.
you were like a ragdoll to these men. they were so strong, muscular, and you were so frail compared to them. atsumu grabs your hips and picks you up, allowing kotarou to replace shoyo’s spot. you gulp and look down at kotarou’s cock. it's standing tall and proud, leaking pre-cum, and twitching eagerly to feel your velvety walls.
“don’t just stand there and stare. sit.” atsumu instructs. his hands trail from your waist to your shoulders, nails digging into your shoulders before pushing you back down to your knees. you yelp, your hands colliding with kotarou’s broad chest to keep you still.
“ ‘m s-sorry ko.”
“sh, i don’t want to hear you speak. only open your mouth to moan. now put my cock in your pussy..”
you sniffle and nod. kotarou was always the nicest to you. he’s always going out of his way to make you feel welcome, to make you laugh, and feel comfortable. that kotarou is gone. this one is focused on one thing and one thing alone: breeding. you get onto your tippy toes and reach down to grip the base of his cock and slip only the tip in. kotarou chuckles darkly as his rough veiny hands rub up your thighs and grip onto your hips.
“don’t make me angrier. put. it. in,” he sneers through clenched teeth, “all of it.”
“ ‘m putting it in, ko, promise!” you whine out.
your legs were beginning to shake from holding yourself up. you deeply exhale and slowly sink further down kotarou’s cock, taking only a few more inches within your sloppy cunt. kotarou grows impatient and digs his fingertips into your hips, hard enough to bruise, before pulling you down and stuffing you with dick all at once. kotarou’s cock was thick, a bit thicker than shoyo’s, and the difference is unquestionably noticeable. the force of kotarou snapping his hips and splitting you open leaves you breathless, gasping for air. your already weak legs finally give out, causing you to collapse on top of him.
“i only put it in, baby, and you’re out of breath. shit, you’re squeezing me so tight already. how is this pretty little cunny going to handle me when i start fucking you, hm?” he questions as his hands trail down to grope the plumpness of your ass, slapping it harshly, before prying your cheeks apart. “sit still and relax, you gotta make room for tsumu.”
your body jolts from the sudden sting on your bottom, your pussy clenching around kotarou in response. your head slowly turns to look behind you, ____ orbs landing on the golden-haired man. his tresses stick to his forehead, held in place by the coat of sweat that covered his entire body. atsumu has his hand wrapped around his cock, his fisting eagerly pumping his cock and prepping it to fit into nice and snug in your puckering hole. a wad of spit flies past his moist lips and lands on the tip of his enlivened cock. he quickly smears it over his shaft before dropping to his knees and fitting himself behind you. his hands replace kotarou’s and spread your ass a bit further apart. he lets drool collect inside of his mouth before sticking the pink muscle out of his mouth and allowing a string of saliva to dribble over your asshole. his hand shakily grips the base of his cock, steadying his pulsating member before guiding over half of himself inside you.
“ah, fuuck~! you gotta, shit, you gotta relax, or i won’t fucking fit,” he murmurs.
your body feels numb. you’re still trying to adjust to the size of kotarou. how were you going to take atsumu as well? atsumu hisses once more as he slowly begins thrusting into you. with each roll of his hips, his shaft finds itself deeper within your ass. the tempo started slow, allowing you to adjust and get used to the feeling of two of your holes being plugged at once.
that oh so slow tempo quickly grew faster. atsumu’s bruising grip held your hips steady, his eyes locked on the way your ass shakes each time it comes in contact with his pelvis. kotarou’s toes dig into the ground, his thick muscular thighs tensed as he fucks up into your cunt.
pleasure’s beginning to take over you. you’re unable to think straight; all you can focus on is the two cocks currently ravaging your insides. your nails dig into kotarou’s chest, piercing the skin as you begin pushing back against their dicks, matching up with their thrusts.
“that’s right, baby. keep fucking yourself on my cock.” atsumu whimpers.
shoyo approaches you once more and stands over kotarou, positioning his glistening cock right in front of your lips, “clean my cock, too.”
your mouth opens wide and wraps around shoyo’s shaft, the flavor of your cunt immediately overpowering your taste buds. your head bobs quickly, your throat squelching as you clean your slick from shoyo’s cock. the grinding of your hips picks up, causing the other two men to groan and moan in unison. that all too familiar feeling builds in the pit of your stomach, your creamy juices growing milkier; you’re about to cum.
“good fucking girl. look at you, taking three cocks at once. you enjoying yourself?” kotarou moans.
you nod desperately, your nails dig deeper into kotarou’s pecs, leaving crescent-shaped indents in the supple skin. your muscles grow tenser, each passing second bringing you closer and closer to your well-deserved orgasm. despite your fatigue, the relentless pace you set does not falter. the growing tension in your belly releases, your arousal flooding out and soaking the two men between you.
a collective groan can be heard as they fuck you through your orgasm and chase after their own. simultaneously, a familiar warmth fills your holes to the brim and leaks out, adding to the mess you made.
you collapse onto the bus floor; chest pressed flush against the flooring and ass in the air. you’re utterly fucked out, cum and slick dripping from each of your holes. your glossy eyes scan over the members' faces; kiyoomi, shoyo, atsumu, and kotarou. who’s next? meian sits quietly in the corner, watching each of his teammates thoroughly use and abuse your holes the entire time. his right hand rests atop of his thigh, slowly stroking along his growing shaft.
your orbs land on the rather beefy captain. your hands reach around to grab onto your ass, spreading it open and exposing your holes to him. you slightly sway your hips from left to right, trying your best to entice the intimidating middle blocker.
“ ‘m sorry, meian. i-i did my best.” you choke out.
meian tsks and gets up from his seat, his large build slowly stalking towards you. his thick fingers hook onto the band of his shorts and tug them down his toned legs, kicking them off to the side when they bunch around his ankles. he drops onto his knees and roughly grips your hips. he leans down to spit on his cock before plunging into you, hissing at how warm and tight you feel around him. you sharply inhale, choking on both air and spit as he splits you open. your legs begin to tremble, growing weaker and weaker by the second. meian hasn’t even started moving, and you’re already a mess. his cock is thicker, heavier than all the others. meian snaps his hips forward, groaning as your pussy clamps down around you.
“meian, please! give me a second!” you moan out, your cunt fluttering around him.
your plea went in one ear and out the other. his hips snap forward once, setting a steady pace to plunge in your core. he’s ruthless, your moans and pleas for mercy egging him on. meian had been the quietest one ever since you left the gym, yet undoubtedly the angriest of them all.
“when i came to you, i thought you’d be helpful. i thought you’d be beneficial to the team. but it seems your only purpose is to be a little breeding ground for us. is that what you wanted?” he spits and digs his thumbs into your lower back, dragging you back along his cock.
you can’t help but sob and claw at the flooring on the bus as his balls slap against your swollen pussy lips. his cock is stretching you deliciously, and each thrust of his hips is knocking the wind out of you. slick and leftover cum from the previous members smear and stick to the inside of your thighs.
“i’m so so-”
“shut up. you worked us for days on end, and we fucking lost. i don’t want to hear anything coming from that mouth of yours. understood?” he grits.
a sense of submission washes over you, and you obey obediently. the bus falls silent other than your moans and the sound of wet skin slapping together. the others are sitting in their seats, curiously watching and stroking their cocks as their captain has his way with you.
meian pulls his cock from your cunt and watches as your pretty little hole pulsates and clamps down on nothing. his strong arms snake underneath your legs, hooking onto the back of your knees. his hands meet at the back of your neck, interlocking his fingers as he puts you in a full nelson, “go ahead, put my cock back in.”
you shakily reach down and grab hold of his slimy dick, pushing it back into your tight pussy. meian’s hands push down on your neck a bit, forcing you to watch his hefty cock split you open. atsumu grabs his phone from his bag and opens up his camera. the familiar ding of the video camera starting fills the atmosphere. he points the camera down to his red-tipped cock before pointing the camera at you. he zooms in on your fucked out face and then down to where you and meian are connected.
“look at the camera, baby, and apologize. properly.”
“i’m sorry for disappointing you ah~ all! ‘m so sorry!”
meian hums in approval and continues to thrust into your sloppy pussy. his legs buckle, and his hips stutter. he lets out deep groans as your weeping middle milks him for all he's worth. meian’s thigh muscles tense, and abs flex as his cock pumps one final load of semen into your womb. cum drips from the sides of your spread lips and down the captains' shaft. he rolls his hips a few more, pushing some of his cum back into your sweet honeypot before lifting you off entirely and facing you towards the camera.
atsumu zooms in on your pulsating pussy and focuses on the copious amount of cum dribbling from your stretched hole. he discards his phone and drops to his knees, slowly crawling over to you. his thick pink muscle protrudes past his lips and licks a long stripe between your puffy pussy lips.
"good girl," he murmurs, "let's get you cleaned up."
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「 CRY FOR ME 」 ♡ ACT VII : TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE
PAIRING : Suna Rintarō x Reader.
GENRE : Angst. Explicit Smut.
TAGS/WARNINGS : NSFW. Fake Dating. Unrequited Love. Profanity. Enemies (not really) to Lovers. Friends with Benefits. Not very canon compliant.
SYNOPSIS : You have been in love with your best friend Sakusa Kiyoomi for as long as you can remember. The problem? He is in love with somebody else. And for you to snag even the tiniest bit of his affections, it seems like you would willingly go through drastic measures.. Even if it means teaming up with his lifelong rival, Suna Rintarō
PS PS PS PS PLEASE LOOK AT THIS NOTE : 8.5k words. This took soooo long dont kill me but yeah :") Enjoy ily guys LONG ASS SMUT it wore me out 😭
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The phone in your hand doesn't ring, no indication of the heartbreaker with the ability to hurt you with nothing but the truths—the reality of what you are. You felt like a fraud, playing around with people and their feelings to get what you want. It seemed like a good idea then. But as the cold wind blows on your cheeks, making a shudder run through your spine on this dark autumn night, you can’t help but wince at the outcome.
It was out of line—the things you said. No matter how stupidly in love you were and how much it hurt to see him so close to Yura. There was a boundary you were tumbling over time and time again—this time, you've managed to step beyond what you should ever allow yourself to. Over and over again, you had to remind yourself that he has never been your boyfriend—never have been, never will be. He wasn't yours and no matter how bitter the aftertaste it leaves on your mouth is, it's a realization without escape.
He held you in such high regard too. That you wouldn't fall in love just as much as he won't. After all, you'd been so confident when you walked to him that day. The woman you were then felt like it was slipping right between the gaps of your fingers, flowing with the wind as it took every remnant away from you. It was stupid, how love can make you act like this. You were fine with it once—Omi was a truth you didn't like but didn't find yourself so incredibly foolish for. In his case, it was a normal occurrence all around the world—falling in love with their best friends, that is. It just so happens that he couldn't reciprocate it.
The response it drew out of you was unhealthy—a hobby that wouldn't change anything, never changed anything about how you felt. The faceless men come and go, so did the pleasures they had to offer that night. It put you down over and over but you believed it was only a matter of time—he's been with you longer, loved you longer—even if it wasn't in a way you wanted him to. You believed then that it was only a matter of time. Sooner or later he'd break up with her and you'd have your chance. Holding on to the illusion that all he needed was a little nudge to notice you was so easy to believe—it got you by over and over again.
However, now as your lips are cracking from the coldness of the air that's abusing it along with your constant biting to prevent the shake that you couldn’t determine the reason for, you knew you've reached the breaking point the second time around. You had no excuse left to make this time, no way to divert your thoughts on how it was an unfortunate case of coincidence. Recognizing your feelings for Suna came a lot earlier than you'd ever admit but at the same time, it wasn't the kind of a sudden downpour that washes over you.
It was slow—like the way the breeze of the air slowly turns humid, the whistling of the wind humming as swallows glide to find shelter. It was the way darkness slowly covers up every bit of clarity, rain pelting down so gently that you don't even pay it much attention. By the time you realize you're soaked up in it, enveloped in the cold that leaves you all but warm and comfortable —it had been too late.
The moment you started smiling at everything he says, the teasing that probably never means to him as it does to you, you could tell that it was dangerous. But it was refreshing then—new, exciting. You didn’t have time to worry about it.
Now, you couldn’t even stay in the cabin without running out—boots knocking against the dark pavement as you try to find a place far enough to be out of their sight. Everyone was home. The last thing you wanted was Kiyoomi and Yura finding you and letting them know they've won—Omi for being right that you'd been so easy with Suna and Yura for the privilege of having both of the only men you've ever wanted your entire life. She wasn't a bitch, so to say. Perhaps it was your own pride, the inability to take humiliation in the form of losing your invisible battle with her.
It's cold—bone-chilling cold. You didn’t know where you were and it was dark wherever you looked, a faint light on one of the posts illuminating the road just enough to prevent you from tripping. Your lungs hurt, though it probably had more to do with your sniffling rather than the cold. The air gets knocked out of you every time you remember him—every time his face would flash in your mind in the split second that you decided to blink
Every emotion that has ever crossed his features replays over your mind again and again—the way his sharp fox eyes will slowly shine with glee as he tries forcing you into joining him for a run, the narrow of his glare when you try to act smart with him, the teasing pull in the corners of his lips as he watched you squirm with his length inside you.
Lost in your reverie, you forget to take note of the time—mindless stroll on the side of the road probably making the rest of your companion back at the house dead worried, especially after the scene they witnessed. Perhaps that’s why your phone won't stop vibrating against your pocket—numbing your thigh as you continue ignoring it. You didn’t even feel like you had enough energy and strength to pick the device up.
The longer it keeps vibrating, the more you grow restless—not because you worry about whatever made-up scenario your friends are making in their heads, but rather, how uncomfortable it was against the thin material of your skirt.
Too tired to look at the caller ID, you simply bring the sleek device to your ear—coldness of the screen making you flinch as you make up excuses in your head, lips parting to cut off whatever question the person on the other line has to say. Truthfully, you expected Atsumu's nervous chatter—a genuine apology as the regrets of earlier dawns on him with the help of his twin brother. Yet, before you could even construct a thought in your head, a familiar, almost panicked voice reached you first.
"Baby," he breathes out at the end of the line—heavy and full of relief at the fact that he was finally able to get ahold of you.
Fingers twitching at your side, a sharp inhale involuntarily gets sucked into your lungs—eyes painfully stinging as a burn spreads all over your chest. His breathing is shallow, almost too careful, too worried to say the wrong things and make you drift farther than you already are. The pet name makes your lip wobble, teeth biting it rather hard as you try and hold the choke that bubbles in your throat.
It was a desperate feeling, how you couldn’t help the hope that ignites within your chest —the thin thread of hope you hold on to that maybe he feels the same way and this fight was some sort of wake-up call to him. Maybe he ached for you as much as you did for him—he probably does, but it wasn't in a way remotely close to yours. This time, as his light breathing occupies all of the silence between you, you start wishing you could search his eyes—find even the slightest show of emotions if there was any behind them.
You couldn’t speak for minutes, the man on the other side of your line left to wonder if you hung up on him. Confirming you were still connected as he pulls the phone away from his ear, he sighs in exasperation before continuing, "Please just," a deep breath. "Please tell me you’re fine, at least. Please, baby."
That must've been the last straw for you, a sob breaking out of your throat as you choke on the breath you didn’t even realize you were holding in. The exhaustion felt like it crashed to you at the exact same time, your knees shaking as a sharp pain shoots on the side of your leg from how long you had been walking around—the coldness of the air adding to your fatigue and you felt as if your fingertips had gotten numb.
Suna calls your name over and over, quiet but filled with desperation and masked panic at the way you’re suddenly breaking down and he had no idea where you were.
"Sorry," your voice quakes when you tell him, end of your sweater reaching up to dab the wetness that stains your cheeks. Slowly, you continue, "It's cold."
That was all you tell Suna—with a small voice, shaking and tired, but it was all he needed to know. You couldn't even tell what you were referring to, whether it be the air that keeps giving you chills or the hollowness that rests inside you—but it didn't matter. To Suna, he knew all he had to do at that moment.
"Where are you?" He speaks firmly, shuffling heard on the end of the line as you bite your lip—eyes looking around to find any indication that would give you an idea of where you are. You would’ve told him to fuck off any other day but right now, you didn’t even have enough energy to keep your pride up.
After sighting a huge tree with swings hanging on one side of it, you hurry to tell Suna who then responds with the rev of his engine. "Stay where you are. I'm coming to get you."
Nodding more to yourself than him, you slowly walk towards one of the swings—feet dangling just a little bit above the ground as your eyes slowly drop from exhaustion.
He must've searched around quite a bit, seeing as it took him a few more minutes than you originally expected. The beam of light that suddenly illuminates the pavement was your cue—his car's headlights making you flinch away for a second before he hastily turns it off with the opening of his door. You turn away the moment you see him step out, eyes flying anywhere but him. He's slow with his approach, dried leaves crunching below the soles of his feet as it grows louder with the closing of the distance between both of you.
Wordlessly, a jacket drapes over your shoulders—Suna turning to sit in one of the unoccupied spaces of the swing in silence, not a word as he lets you take in his sudden appearance. Glancing at him, you felt the regret seep into you at the action—his appearance taking your breath away.
He looks good.
A bit more disheveled and tired than you have ever seen him but he looks good. Dark washed jeans, white shirt, probably paired along with the jacket on your shoulders—not that impressive of an outfit if you were talking about just anyone but he pulls it off. His hair doesn’t have the luxury of being styled, just lightly combed with the fringe falling down his cheeks and forehead. Every gentle exhale creates a thin cloud of steam, the faint light of the lamp post illuminating his skin in a pale glow just barely.
"Do you have any idea what time it is?" The sudden rumble of his voice makes you jump—his words cutting through the silence. It doesn't take a menacing tone, instead, he almost sounds cautious—genuine question hanging in the air.
"I didn’t really care," you tell him honestly, chest tightening at the urge to touch him. He nods hardly at you in return, fingers fumbling as he swings his car keys around one of them. Stretching his legs out, you take notice of the way your fingers would have been touching had you reached your fingers out just a little bit more—so close yet so far. The heat in his body almost fills the air around you.
"Did I," a pause. "Did I ruin everything?" He simply asks you, your head snapping to him almost immediately to find him staring straight ahead—refusing to connect with yours but you look at him nonetheless.
Suna didn't even know what he meant, what it is he ruined when he asked you that. Was it friendship? The relationship he'd find himself to treasure? Did he feel any more than he let both you and himself believe? He wasn't sure. That's the thing about him, isn't it? He's never had the answer for things like this, yet, he knew there was something he didn’t want to end—he didn't want to ruin. There was a nagging feeling in the back of his head that tells him he's being ridiculous, asking you something like that after he knew he'd hurt you just a few hours ago—but he couldn't help but ask.
You felt frozen in place, jaw clenching as you watch him sway on the wooden seat of the swing. "No," your hold on the rope tightens, bottom lip jutting out as you feel your eyes water. "If anything, I probably did. I stepped over the line."
With that, he finally looks at you—stiff look on his face as he tells you, "No. Don't fucking say that to me. You know I was the one who—"
"I didn’t have any right to be mad at you for something like that. I just—," you cut him off, tripping over your own words countless times as you try to get the message across. No matter how much it hurt you. "We aren't together. I don't know why I said all those things."
Brows furrowed, he couldn't come up with a response. You were right. Both of you aren't together, he didn’t have to explain the reality of what happened that night to anyone—not even to you. However, the redness around your eyes pushed the words right out of his mouth—jaw clenching at the sight of your glossy eyes, lips downturned into a frown you thought he wouldn't notice.
"For what it's worth," he paused, heavy breath escaping him as he continues. "Nothing happened last night. Hell, I even fucking pushed her away," he chuckled humorlessly, foot kicking a lone stone that sits on the ground. "I wouldn't dream of touching another woman at that club when I fucking had you."
You suddenly felt weak as you listen to him talk, fingers forming into fists as you try to stop yourself from crying. He's not saying it to blame you, you can tell. And with the look on his face—hard and tensed as you watch his knuckles turn white from how hard he's been clenching his keys, you’re almost given a glimpse of the anger beneath the emerald hue of his eyes. Not at you, at himself.
He felt frustrated. He'd hurt you, made you cry, had you believe he was genuinely going to try something with another woman, and said horrible things to you when you confronted him about putting your little scheme in danger and yet you’re the one apologizing to him—telling him it’s your fault because of the fact that you aren't together. You aren't, that's what he tells himself over and over again—but he couldn't stand that look on your face. The one that tells him he'd broken you apart and yet he couldn't say anything about it.
What was he supposed to tell you? Be more mad that I hurt you… even if we aren't together? Is he supposed to ask you to curse him out? Hurt him twice as much as he knew he hurt you with the things he said when that was the last thing he wanted? More than anything, he hoped you'd stay as unaffected as possible. This whole… thing would be gone the moment either of you gets Sakusa or Yura and it might happen with a snap of a finger—he didn't even fucking know for certain. When that happens, the only thing that would hold both of you back is the attachment you've formed with him and Suna couldn't bear the thought of that—the mere thought that you'd hold on to something that didn't exist between both of you. Something that wouldn't ever exist.
"YN," he begins, avoiding your gaze as much as he could. "For as long as this trip lasts, you don't have to worry about anything like that again. I told you I'd figure it all out by the end of this trip, yeah? Just," he promises you, cutting himself just right before he could tell you to "hold on a little longer until then"—almost as if a force holds him back from mentioning the impending cut of what it is you and him are.
Your eyes gloss over, teeth catching your lips in a tight bite as a sob breaks out of your lips—Suna's eyes flying over to you with a softened look on it. You couldn't even tell why you were crying, what is causing the tears that wouldn't stop pouring from your eyes. Was it the fact that you were only waiting for his chance with Yura right now and it pained you that you knew you wouldn't win against her or if it was the reassurance that poured out of his lips—that you don't have to worry about something like that again?.
You felt like you were both winning and losing at the same time. You wouldn't lose him to anyone else but you would to Yura, he practically made it clear with you right now. It would end this trip. After you go home, you'd be forced to live directly in front of his house but you wouldn't be able to run to him. Not anymore.
Rough, calloused fingers wrap themselves around your wrist—tugging you over to him until you’re on his lap and he's pushing your head on his shoulders, lips pressing a kiss on your neck as his hand cradles the back of your head.
"'m sorry, baby," he whispers in your hair. "Sorry for hurting you, yeah? Didn't mean it, beautiful. I promise."
He tells you over and over until you’re staining his shirt with your tears. He probably shouldn't be doing this, especially not when he was all about keeping you away from him as much as possible just a few seconds ago. But he supposes the heart wants what it wants, and right now, he wants to hold you. He wants to tell you it'd be fine, that you’d be happy as much as he would be after all of this is done and over with. He supposes even if it’s just for the remainder of this trip, he'd let himself indulge in you.
Choking out the words, you reply between your sobs, "You're so mean to me."
Flinching, Suna responds with a hand on your waist—strong and firm as continues kissing the exposed skin of your neck. "I know, baby. I know, 'm sorry."
You feel incredibly easy—falling apart so quickly the moment he's sitting you on his lap and kissing your skin. At the same time, you couldn’t find it in yourself to be mad. This was the best he could offer you and it was the best you could take. For two people bound by the physical pleasures of a no-strings-attached arrangement, this was everything.
When he feels you nod to him, he pulls you back for a moment—eyes watching your swollen lips from the amount of times you had been biting it. Running a thumb over your bottom lip, he offers you a slight smile. "Let me make it up to you, hm?"
The drive back to the cabin felt slow, agonizingly slow. The freezing temperature that once dominated your body now replaced with the aching burn that couldn’t be quelled by Suna's hands roaming your inner thighs.
When you arrive at the driveway, Suna's unbuckling his seatbelt immediately—jogging over to your side to open your door with a hand wrapped around your wrist as he twists the cold knob of the door. Upon opening it, you're greeted by the sight of Kiyoomi on the couch—his tense shoulders relaxing in relief before he's eyeing Suna's hands on yours with a scrutinizing glare. Beside him is Yura, arms entangled with his as she looks over at both of you with slightly wide eyes and a look on her face that you couldn’t exactly decipher.
The rest of the guys, on the other hand, are nowhere to be found except for the twins and the couple. Osamu meets your eyes with a look of reassurance while his twin stops dead in his tracks the moment he sees your figure in the living room.
"YN!" Atsumu calls over, jogging over to you with an apologetic look—ignoring the way Suna's glaring at him for stopping in front of both of you and blocking the way. "Sorry about earlier."
Truthfully, you didn’t mind him at all earlier—it was insensitive, maybe, but that's how Atsumu has always been. It wasn’t his fault to begin with, you would have burst whether he asked about it or not.
Just as you were about to reply and brush him off, Suna interrupts you with a tug on your wrist—arm taking its place around your waist as he hugs you even closer to him, side-eyeing his friend in the process. "Ignore 'Tsumu."
That whisper was the last thing he said before he's taking you away from everyone in the room, you only being left to smile at Atsumu apologetically as you mouth to tell him that it’s fine.
All the while, two more pairs of eyes that weren't Atsumu's also follow your retreating figures—an uncomfortable itch making an unsettling feeling set in your stomach even as Suna's grip on you tightens as a form of distraction. Still, you were too restless to pay attention to it.
Suna climbs the stairs hurriedly, breathing heavily as his fingers grow fidgety at his sides. You, on the other hand, couldn't ignore the warmth between your thighs—a groan almost escaping you at the anticipation and eagerness as he caresses your waist with his thumb. His pants are tight, erection almost painful as he couldn't think of anything but the feeling of your naked body rocking below him in pleasure. With the way your breathing turns shallow by the second, almost as if you're catching your breath in need, Suna could tell you were dying for it too—your thighs rubbing themselves together beneath that pretty little skirt you're wearing.
The need seeps through both of your skins, the only thing holding both of you back from touching each other is the presence of the people all around you. It was almost embarrassing, the relief that escapes both of you the moment you catch a glance of the familiar door of your shared bedroom and both of you were completely ready to lose yourself with one another—the wooden floors clinking beneath your shoes as you stumble trying to get in as quick as possible.
Closing the door shut behind him, the air is sucked out of you as his lips crash to yours immediately—tongue pushing its way into your open mouth as you gasp against his parted lips. Your body is trapped between his body and the hard wood of the door, prominent erection rubbing against your clothed cunt until your knees are shaking beneath him, arms around his shoulders as you make it your support.
"Rin," you pull away for a moment, your bottom lip getting caught beneath his teeth as his eyes open to look at you—it was intense, captivating. His lips were just as swollen as yours, the hunger in his kisses making you dizzy and you try and beg for more. "I—I want you. Please."
His eyes darken at your words, strong arms lifting you off the floor until he's throwing you in the mattress—palms spreading your thighs open as he bunches your skirt around your hips. Cold air blows through your lace panties immediately, your breath hitching in your throat even more as Suna starts tracing a lazy finger over it—bending down to suck on the juncture connecting your shoulders and neck.
So pretty when you beg him. So, so pretty.
"So fucking wet," he grunts in your skin, fingers circling your folds through the thin material of your panties—a dark pool of your wetness staining the cloth as he rubs your puffy clit. "You're so eager for this, aren't you? Filthy cunt want my cock so bad it's creaming on my fucking fingers."
Squirming at his words, humiliation floods you as you feel your hole gaping around nothing—your arousal flowing around your skin as he slaps a finger on your clit, back arching so prettily as he captures your lips in a tender kiss.
His cock is throbbing on his pants, it was painful—aching for the warmth of your mouth and cunt milking him, your gummy walls soaking him in your arousal. But at the same time, Suna thinks he can wait, fingers hooking on the hem of your panties as he pulls it all the way down to your ankles.
Your cunt is glistening. Wetness spread all around your folds as he watches your hole clench around the air, your lips wobbling as you look at him with wide eyes—desperate for contact.
"Tell me what you want," he orders you through gritted teeth, voice slurring and dark as you reach both of your fingers on your pussy—spreading it wide open until he can see the slight surface of your hole, oozing out with juices as you almost break in a sob.
"Wan' you to," you pause, goosebumps rising all over your skin every time his knee would accidentally knock on your clit. With a pout, you hesitantly tell him. "Want you to eat me out, Rin, please."
"Need my tongue to fuck that pussy, yeah?" He coos at you mockingly, eyes never leaving your cunt as he slowly rests his body on his elbows—mouth dipping down until he's inches away from your clit.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, want that— need that tongue in my pussy, Rin." you whimper lightly, fingers tangled against his hair as you try to push him down. The tip of his nose bumping against the nub every single time he refuses at your desperate attempts to push him down. "God, please, make me feel good, please."
What power does he have against that begging? Wide glossy eyes with lips pushed into a pout, a hand gripping his hair as the other pulls her cunt open with two fingers—all in its full glory. All for him.
Dipping down, his tongue latches on your clit—wet muscle flicking your clit over and over before sucking on it. The wet, slurping sounds he makes with every suck forcing a moan right out of your throat. He laps over your cunt a few more times, cleaning up the wetness that spreads all over the sensitive flesh of your center before he's pushing his tongue inside your hole.
"Rin, nnghhh— shit," you cry out his name, eyes crossing involuntarily at the pleasure that courses through your whole body and preventing you from saying anything as he continues his assault on your cunt—tongue curling inside you deliciously.
"You're so fucking wet," he grumbles against your flesh, the vibration running sending shocks inside you until you're creaming all over him. The grip you had on his hair only gets tighter as he reached over his belt—unbuckling the metal until his cock springs free from the restraints.
Head pink and swollen, you clench at the precum leaking from his tip—your walls pulsating as you continue to ride against his mouth, fucking yourself on the wet muscle swirling inside you. With a few more push of his tongue paired with the pads of his fingers pressing flat on your clit as he flicks and circles the puffy nub around, you're clamping a hand to your mouth to quell the moans that won't stop flowing from your lips—hips bucking upwards to meet his sucking until his teeth lightly graze over your slit.
"Go on, princess," he whispers encouraging, pulling back a little to spit on your cunt until he's lapping his tongue all over it again—your arousal running down his chin with eyes connected to you.
Nodding eagerly, you felt euphoria as you came all over his mouth—creaming so sloppily until he's pulling back to watch you gushing out with his fingers spreading you apart. Your hips are twitching, puffy pussy clenching from the high that won't leave you even as you try to calm down. Pressing a finger in your opening, Suna helps you out with the entrance of his long fingers inside you—thrusting two digits as he holds you by the back of your neck, pushing you to his lips for a kiss that fills your mouth with your own scent and taste.
His fingers inside you are slow. A great way to keep your needy pussy occupied but not quite enough to make you satisfied—Suna knows this. But, he wants you to tell him what to do. Guide him on what makes you feel good, what will leave you in nothing but a puddle of mess.
"Rinnie, hmmm, more.. more, please," you cry to him against the kiss, fingers wrapping around his wrist to pull his fingers away while the other one reaches for his cock—the pink head leaking of sticky white pre-cum which you run your thumb over, gaining a groan from the man before you. "Want your cock inside me, please, god, I want to feel you, Rin. Please."
You were almost sobbing against him, frame shaking as you continue rubbing his cock—begging on his lips like you want nothing else but the pain he brings with every stretch of your cunt around him. He doesn’t stop with his assault on your clit—poor, swollen bud overstimulated and making you jump with every little stroke.
"Fuck, want you too, princess," he grunts almost painfully, hips thrusting against your fingers in a sloppy attempt of a handjob. "Want you so, so bad. Gonna let me spread you open on my cock, yeah? Creaming so pretty all over me, you want that?"
"Yeah, yeah, Rinnie. Wan' it so bad," the eager nod you give him makes him laugh, fingers retreating from your cunt immediately as he pulls every last piece of his clothing off of both of you and sits on the head of the bed—leaning on the wall as he looks at you expectantly.
"Go on, baby," he clicks his tongue at you with a smug smile, fingers guiding your hands to get closer to him. "Use that cock however you want. 's all yours, yeah? Can take it, right? Fucked that pussy so many times, you can fit it in by yourself, yeah, princess?"
The look you give him makes him want to ruin you. Eyes full of hesitation as you eye the fat cock waiting to go inside you. Problem is, you've never been able to fit it inside by yourself. He's just too big, too long. Every inch inside you causing a painful but satisfying pain as he rips you apart, spreading you all pretty for him.
Slowly climbing over his lap, you line his cock in your entrance—fingers trembling as you sink yourself down the tip with a cry. You feel so full, so spent at the head prodding at your entrance. Hands against his shoulders, you moan almost embarrassingly at every single push of your hips against his—eyes rolling to the back of your head as you tear up in frustration.
"Rin, c-can't— I can't fit it in," you grip his shoulders tightly, eyes barely snapping open to ask him for help. You couldn't fit it all in by yourself, not when your thighs were shaking with every rub of your wall against his prominent veins—creaming down your thighs barely halfway through his cock. "Put it in, Rinnie. Help me? Help me put your cock in, yes?"
He looks at you darkly in both fascination and disapproval, awe shining in his eyes as he watches you break apart at the mere act of trying to put his cock inside you. Without warning, you're screaming as he sinks you down on his cock simultaneously with the thrust of his hips upwards—cock fitting snuggly inside you until you're spasming around it, thick juices oozing along your inner thighs at the sudden wave of pain and pleasure crashing on you.
"So fucking tight," Suna throws his head back, lightly moving you up and down until you’re all stretched out and adjusted on his length. "Have I not fucked this pussy enough? Still can't fucking take my cock on her own, shit."
When you're well adjusted around him, he's retreating his fingers on your waist—arms resting on his sides as he nods at you knowingly, a silent encouragement for you to fuck yourself on his cock. Gently, you lift your hips off of him, starting off slowly until you’re bouncing on his cock prettily—eyes crossing as drool makes a mess out of your chin. Suna couldn't take his eyes off of your chest, hard nipples bouncing along with the soft flesh of your breast that he’s overwhelmed with the feeling to lurch up—taking them on his mouth until he's sucking and lightly biting on them.
"Feel so good, oh God, yes!" you fall apart around him, swearing you can feel the tip kissing the sensitive part of your cervix as he continuously abuses the sweet spot inside you.
"Creaming so much around me, baby," he shakes his head in faux disapproval, pulling back to watch your cunt drooling around his cock—heavy balls stained with your endless stream of cream. So messy, so wet. The sounds leaving your mouth are animalistic, he was sure you’d be embarrassed if you knew what kind of sounds you were filling the room with. "Your pussy is so fucking messy."
Lips connecting with the tender skin of your neck, he's pressing all kinds of hickeys around it—sucking, licking, and biting until you have a mark you'd have to cover up for days. It was like he’s branding you—your insides taking his shape as he meets your needy and tired bounce harshly.
You feel delirious, so lost in him and all that he’s giving you. The sex, the kisses, the touches that burn your skin as some sort of reminder even when you're outside the confined spaces of the bedroom. Paired with the overwhelming pleasure of his cock twitching inside you, you feel yourself tear up from the built up emotions clouding your head—hugging his neck until you’re sobbing all over his bare skin, tears falling on the warm touch of his hard shoulders as your thighs shake and your sex tightens around him.
"So close, Rin," you tell him through your broken sobs, holding him so tightly like you never want to let go. "G-gonna, gonna cum, Rinnie. 'm making a mess."
"Shhh, I got you, princess. I got you," he shushes your sobs, wrapping an arm around your waist until he's flipping both of you over—laying you down on your back and folding your legs above, knees touching your chest as he continues pounding into you. "It's gonna be okay."
Suna didn't know what he was saying, what was it that was going to be okay. But when he looks at your face, an unsettling feeling spreads through his chest—one that he couldn't explain. He didn't want to hurt you any more than he did. He's stupid and even if he didn't want to, he'd end up saying some dumb shit along the way and end up hurting you somehow.
He's so confused. He feels too incredibly underqualified even to be thinking of trying to make sense of the feelings boiling inside him.
"YN I'm—" he breathes heavily against your lips, nodding along your mindless babbling as you milk his cock dry before continuing before the hesitation catches up to him. "Leave. I'm gonna break your heart by the end of this, so leave."
He ignores the sting in his chest when he says that. It would be selfish to keep you around. If it was you, you'd probably be able to snag Sakusa back without his help. He didn't want you to feel like he was holding you back and he knows that he wouldn't find the courage to say this again if not now—so he tells you. Now as you writhe beneath him in pleasure, he tries to let you know of what he's capable of, of how he could end up making a repeat of earlier despite his refusal to.
However, you shake your head at him. Burying your face on his neck as you whisper with half the mind you had, "No, no. Keep going," gasping on his neck, you’re pulling back to press your lips to his—swallowing each other’s moans before you continue. "Keep going even when it hurts, please, Rin. Don't— Don't stop, fuck, please don't stop."
He didn't know what you were referring to—was it the sex or an actual response to what he just told you, he couldn't tell. But the desperation in your voice and the force that keeps pulling him to you tells him to ignore whatever uncertainty it was floating around your heads. After all, he only had a few weeks left. If it was only that long until it's over, he supposes it's fine to just worry about the consequences later. Right now, you’re his. With your warmth around him, lips on him as you cry for your release, you're his.
Soon enough, you're screaming along with the gush of your arousal—juices splattering around his abdomen as he continues riding his high with you. Grunting against your swollen lips as he feels his own stomach tightening in release. A few more thrusts and he's spilling inside you, cock twitching before crashing on top of you.
That night marks another story to be written in the pages of your tragic love story with him. A story you have no choice but to end with your own hands because it was one that wasn't even supposed to start. Still, even if it’s just for tonight, you pretend it's a fairytale, a dream—and it was one you didn't wish to wake up from.
The morning after, you were walking out of the bathroom with a scowl—inner thighs aching from the events of last night along with the soreness on your breast. He wasn't holding back at all last night and he was looking at you right now from his position on the bed with a smug smile.
"How's my baby feeling?" he teases you with a whistle, eyes raking your funny way of walking with a boyish smile. He had just emerged from the shower himself, waiting for you by the bed so you can have breakfast with the others together downstairs.
"Shut up," you throw your towel at him, Suna responding with a laugh as he waits for you to finish getting ready.
His hands were automatically clutching yours as you descended the stairs together. It felt like an inevitable force keeping you two together—your hand reaching for his the same time as he reaches for yours. Today feels so perfect, almost nothing out of place.
Until a hand that wasn't Suna's holds you back from entering the dining room with him, pulling you towards him and you watch the expression on Suna's face shift to something else—body stiffening as he eyes the man behind you.
"YN," the voice begins and you could've sworn you felt like crumbling then, firm grip on your wrist relentless as he engages in fluent eye contact with Suna.
"Will you," he looks away, swallowing hardly like he's having a hard time saying it. "Will you come with me for a while?"
If you tried, you'd probably be able to touch the tension in the room. It was heavy, overflowing along the edges as your eyes fly over at the two men holding either side of your arms. Truthfully, you can't think right now. You didn’t know what the right course of action would be—especially with Suna's refusal to let go of his hold on your fingers.
Yet, just a few seconds before you could tell both of them to calm down, Suna was already letting go of your fingers—sending a subtle nod your way in understanding as he tells you to just go with Kiyoomi. It's what this was for, isn't it? You'd probably end it before he even could and that saves him the trouble. Maybe both of you wouldn't have to wait weeks to get this thing over with, maybe your talk with Sakusa—whatever it's about, would put an end to this. Suna wouldn't even ask you to stay around to get him Yura. It’d be selfish of him to ask that of you and he just wanted a time to figure things out for himself.
With a pained expression, you wordlessly nod over to Sakusa, letting him lead you outside as you watch Suna's back on you. You force your eyes away from him, gaze falling over to the floor as Omi drags you outside—walking by the road until he stops at one of the benches on the side, sitting you down beside him with a tug.
Deciding to be the one to break the silence, you mutter. "Are you mad at me?"
He stays silent for a few seconds, fingers digging with the way it’s curled around the edge of the bench. With a heavy sigh, he swings his foot forward to stretch it as he leans backward, eyes looking towards the pale blue sky.
"Tch, of course not," he snickers at you blankly, jaw clenching before he exhales heavily. "Can't say that didn't fucking piss me off, though."
"Because I'm dating someone?" you ask. Not that it would matter much considering the current feelings sitting in your heart, but you push the topic anyways. Maybe it's closure on your part—to find out if this would have worked had you not been in love with Suna.
"Because you’re dating that asshole and you didn’t tell me," he grunts at you, moving his palm closer to yours upturned—the same way he always does when he's trying to hold your hands. Taking it, you almost melt at the familiarity—eyes stinging for probably the 50th time in the last 24 hours but you just felt overwhelmed at everything. It was like coming home to something familiar and it made warmth spread all over your chest. "You know how I feel about him. Just dropping the bomb on me that night almost made me lose my fucking mind," he laughs darkly in remembrance, face suddenly falling serious as he continues. 'Still, it wasn't an excuse to.. to treat you like that. Sorry, YN."
It was hard for him to admit it and you could very much tell. Sakusa has never been a man of many words or emotions but you could tell that he was at the very least trying his very best to tell you his feelings right now. It was unfortunate how everything happened between the both of you and it had been months since you last talked to each other—whether it be pride or just plain refusal to be the first one to reach out, to say sorry, you had enough maturity to admit you were both wrong.
It had already been too late for you to realize that a sob has broken out of you—Omi's eyes flying over to yours in worry before the look on it softens. His fingers grow tight around yours, soothing circles rubbing around your skin in an attempt to calm you down.
You didn’t realize how much you'd missed him. Feelings or not, he’s still your best friend, and you love him like he was the other half of you. Unable to help yourself, you jump towards him, arms encasing his slender neck while you mutter an apology accompanied by broken sobs. He immediately welcomes you into his arms, pressing a kiss on your temple lovingly as he lets you cry your heart out, muttering small words of comfort to get you to calm down.
"I’m supposed to be your best friend," he makes a point with you, finger running through your hair as you set your face on his shoulders. As if on cue, the guilt was already eating you out before you know it. You're so fucking stupid for devising this whole thing—for hurting your friends and yourself along the way, for planning to jeopardize your best friend's relationship and dragging an innocent person in it along the way. Perhaps that's why you're lonely right now. Why nobody loves you the way you hope they do no matter how hard you try. It was probably your karma and you deserved it.
Whatever cruelty was falling upon you, you've convinced yourself that you deserve it.
"You are,” you cry to him in response, salty tears staining his grey shirt and making a darker map of color spread. “I was just.. I was so afraid to tell you 'cause I know how you two are and— and the thought of you hating me—"
"I’m supposed to be your best friend,” He cuts you off a repeat of what he just said—mouth to your hair and pressing soft kisses as he gets you to calm down. “Not even Suna's shit face can do anything about that."
It was like a thorn was pulled out of you. The closure you needed was presenting itself to you and all you could do was cry in relief. Hell, you couldn't even speak. All you knew was the urge to tell him what you have always been meaning to. Except this time, it was without the underlying message it always used to accompany your words with.
"I love you," you blurt out, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as you wait for him to say it back like he always does. Again, without wishing it was a romantic love that'd bring you what was then your idea of a perfect life.
“Me too, YN,” he sighs, running his fingers through your hair as he tightens his other arm around you. After a few moments of silence, he continues genuinely and full of seriousness. “Don’t worry about me and Suna. As long as you're happy, hm?"
Everything is going so well. It was another thing off your list of worries and you felt like you could float from the exhilaration of reconciling with your best friend. It felt like your feelings got even clearer than what it had previously been. The confusion that bags at your chest melting away at the conversation you shared with Omi.
What made everything clearer, however—even more obvious than it has already been for the longest time, is when Kiyoomi pulled you out of the embrace. Calloused yet gentle fingers cupping your jaw as he tilts it to the side, leaning in to give you a kiss directed at your cheeks—like he always does when you're crying. It was a harmless action, almost a tradition between you and him if you were honest.
But when destiny becomes a sick jerk and makes you flinch away from the movement—shock causing a reflex at the fact that he's leaning in—your lips suddenly connect with his in a surprised kiss, making you feel the very lips you have been yearning to feel against yours for the longest time. You barely register what’s happening then, heart hammering against your chest like it would cause a bruise on your ribcage.
This is not a damn movie but it might as well be with all the cliches happening to you.
It all happened in a split second, Omi pulling away from you so quickly with wide eyes as he teasingly glares at you for suddenly flinching. His lips were warm but there was barely any movement in it with how fast everything happened, you, on the other hand, left to choke on your breath as you realize what just happened.
Your lips were on his, his on yours.
And you felt absolutely nothing.
The figure watching you, however—one you failed to notice in the midst of the chaos inside your head, couldn't really say the same.
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haikyuu boys and sucking their tits
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
characters: miya osamu, sakusa kiyoomi, bokuto koutaro
warnings: fem! reader, handjobs, dry humping
a/n: repost from old blog + just rly want omi’s tits in my mouth right about now :(
— part of the big tiddies crew, he’s got the cutest little pecs and his nipples are super sensitive. Loves when you have one hand jerking him off while the other has your thumb rubbing across a nipple
“Fuck baby,” Osamu groans, throwing his head back against the couch, whining when both thumbs run over his slit and nipple at the same time, making him buck his hips at the feeling. “G-gonna cum, angel—fuck,” he grunts, chest heaving as sweat starts to collect on his skin, gritting his teeth when you squeeze at his base. With a broken cry, he cums in spurts, covering his chest and abs. “Oh, shit—fuck, baby, yer so good ta me.” His lips are parted, head tilted back as he catches his breath, whining as you continue to stroke him through his orgasm, milking him dry.
— has little moles on his pecs, and his nipples are so pretty and pink. His pecs aren’t as big, but they still got muscle to them. He’s just as sensitive but he tries to act like he’s not, doesn’t like to admit he likes you playing with them as much as he does
Sakusa shivers, a breathy moan leaving his mouth when he feels your mouth press a kiss to his mole, just barely missing his nipple. His crotch grinds against yours, tent forming in his pants as you gently suck on the pink bud, making him gasp as his hands tighten their grip on your waist. “Y/n,” he whines, trying to pull you into a kiss, but you refuse. “C’mon, Omi, you like this,” you grin, “I know you do.” You rub over his nipple just as you roll your hips and grind against his dick through his pants, making him groan loudly. “F-fuck, baby,” he whimpers.
— founding member of the big tiddies crew, and he loves when you leave hickeys all over them, loves staring at them through the mirror afterwards. He’s also very sensitive, loves it when you pay attention to his nipples
Bokuto runs a hand through his hair, gently tugging at the roots when he feels you suck on the skin of his pec, your hand hovering over the other as your thumb flicks over his nipple back and forth. “God, baby,” he groans, dick straining in his boxers, already painfully hard. Slowly, you trail your hand over his abs, feeling them flex under your touch until you reach his boxers, palming him through the fabric. With a whine, he reaches over and moves your hand to reach in them for his member, making you bite down gently on his nipple. “Need more, y/n,” he pleads, and who are you to deny him?
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shyly, sakusa adjust his hands against the back of your head, touches timid as your tongue tastes his leaking tip. a gently exhale sounds from his lips as you comfortably suck on his bulbous head, tongue nudging the sensitive slip. eyes watching the middle blocker above you, your gaze wanders across his expressive features. “fuck.” kiyoomi whines, hips immediately bucking into your soft mouth. “please, don’t stop.”
smiling against his distinctive v-line, you admire his stomach with calculated tugs of his cock, each one pulling out another submissive moan from the athlete. each gesture, sakusa becomes more undone until he’s cumming bright white down your throat, holding you tightly so his tip just nudges the right spot. “fuck, fuck, fuck.” he hisses, cum leaking down your tongue and spilling onto the edge of your lips.
“taste.” you say softly, pulling his lips against yours. Sakusa groans at the way you taste with him, with his love and every bit of him in between.
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i want you / k. sakusa
18+, minors do not interact.
warnings implied that reader is a virgin but it’s kinda up to you,, virgin!sakusa,, first time sex,, praise,, mentions of love bites/bruises,, mentions of scissors (?),, not proof read,, if there’s any i’ve missed please let me know <33
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for the first time ever, sakusa was relaxed.
and that just so happened to be when he was in the company of his girlfriend, who’s legs were on either side of his own.
you sat in his lap, scissors in hand as you trimmed away at his coal-black hair, watching small strands fall like leaves during autumn.
“hey, watch it. you’re cutting too much,” he warned, eyebrows furrowed with appraisal.
“am not!” you shot back, leaning closer against him to get a better view of what you were doing.
the ravenette sighed, giving in to your determined nature. “fuck. remind me why i’m letting you do this again?”
you looked down at him, features flattening with impatience. “because you urgently need a haircut but you don’t wanna go to the hairdressers.”
“exactly. now stop whinin’ before i shave it all off,” you told, blowing at his head and watching the trimmed hairs to drift onto the towel below you.
for the first time in forever, sakusa kiyoomi felt complacent in the presence of another human.
and that human was you.
he watched you with glimmering eyes as your lips pursed, practically drowning in concentration as you brushed your familiar, gentle fingers through his hair.
you let out a breath of ease as you watch his hair fall into pretty waves, parting perfectly through the middle.
“see? wasn’t s’bad. i’d say i did a pretty good job, all things considered,” you said with a smile.
“‘with all things considered’? and just what do you mean by that?” he asks, looking up at you through his lashes.
“by that i mean you wouldn’t stop yappin’, dummy,” you said, playfulness dripping from your tone as the ravenette rolls his shrewd but sparkling eyes.
“‘m just joking, omi. i love it when you yap,” you laugh, placing a kiss on the bridge of his nose.
his eyes were stuck on you. locked in an enchanted gaze, studying the way your lips curved into a delicate smile; watching your eyes flutter lovingly as you peered down at him.
he found his unused hand traveling up to your face, curling his finger underneath your chin.
his dark eyes twinkle as he leans in to kiss you, planting a gentle peck onto your lips.
you angle into him, allowing a pleased hum to press against his mouth. you kiss him again, except this time, for longer, and with more passion than before.
at one point, the scissors fall from your hands onto the floor and you drape your arm across his neck, pulling him nearer to you.
he kissed you like how he wanted to be kissed, like no other person had ever kissed him, soft and delicate, hot and breathy, not trying to win a battle but instead seeking harmony and closeness and the sharing of one breath, one sensation, one timeless and passionate moment.
you leave him for air, his lips apart like a loose bow that had just shot its arrow.
his hands now rest on your hips, looking up at you needily with dark curls hanging like half-drawn curtains over his eyes.
“omi,” gently, you pause, hesitation dancing across your features. “what do you want?”
shockingly, the intimacy between the two of you had been somewhat tame. it wasn’t that he was disgusted by you - no, not in any sense of the term - it was more so that he was afraid. for years he lived in a kind of fear of other humans, or more so their diseases, and so even the idea of being so vulnerable, so naked, (quite literally), was absolutely a foreign concept to him.
to put it simply - you had yet to have sex.
this doesn’t mean you hadn’t experimented - in fact, he had fingered you a few times and you both had enjoyed it, as well as you giving him multiple blowjobs after especially hard days.
intimacy was uncommon; not unwelcome.
however you sat there on his lap, dressed in his shirt, black with golden accents with a large ‘15’ depicted in the center. it’s slightly oversized on him, therefore you’re practically swimming in it, the sleeves ceasing right above your elbows.
you were the most precious thing in the world to him.
sakusa loves you. he knows he does. but every so often, you’ll say or do something, even something as simple as shooting him a smile and suddenly he’s spellbound, an overwhelming sense of endearment and yearning takes over him and he is utterly devoted to you - an act that surprises even himself.
and right now, as you straddle his lap, in his shirt, that same feeling wraps its vigorous hands around his stomach.
“i want you,” he declares breathily, a certain weight leaving his chest as the words fell out of his lips.
you were surprised to say the least.
you had always been supportive of kiyoomi, promising you would wait until he was ready and was understanding in all respects. but seeing him look up at you, and actually saying those few words, it felt all but too real.
you blinked dazedly at him, making your best effort to make sense of the words in your head.
in all sincerity, you were clueless to the reason as to why you were so stunned. you’d both been dating for a while now, and you’d been sexually intimate before so why now were you so speechless? you’d thought about having sex with him before - a lot - but you didn’t, you strayed away from the idea because you love him and you don’t want to make him uncomfortable.
“baby?” he wondered, his voice a mere whisper as his warm hand traced your jaw. “we don’t have to, i was just-“
“no, i-i want you too,” you manage, voice shaky with bewilderment. you note that your throat begins to dry before you swallow. “i want you like that too.”
“you sure, pretty?” he asks tenderly with lowered eyebrows.
“yeah,” you reply, and this time you’re certain. you feel your shock begin to disperse and be replaced with embarrassment. your ears are burning and an odd sensation is spreading to your chest. “to be honest, i have for a while…”
“oh?” he cocks his head almost slyly, cupping your face within his hands. “your cheeks are hot.”
the back of your palms reach out to cover your face as you avert your gaze, clearly abashed. “you just told me you want to have sex with me, what did you expect?”
the boy’s adoring grin only grew as his hands coiled around your own, removing them from your face. “how could i not when you look like that.”
you groaned, your shyness growing with every word that uttered past his lips. “omi, stop embarrassing me!”
“just take the compliment, love,” he shot back, eyes filled with pure admiration as he leaned in for a kiss.
his lips brushed yours, softly, delicately, like butterfly wings, just long enough so that he could inhale your breath, feel the warmth of your skin, and taste of your essence lingered in his mouth, even after you parted.
“omi, before we…”
“before we have sex, yes, go on,” he finished for you with a smile.
“yeah, that, um, do you wanna go to your room? i don’t really feel like doing it in a pile of hair,” you half-joked, breath hitching as you glance at your surroundings.
“do you want that? i mean, to have sex?” he asks, not breaking eye contact with you. “like right now?”
“yes,” you respire, despite the shake in your hands as they fall over his broad shoulders.
“you sure? just because i’m ready, it doesn’t mean you have to be, my love,” he reassures, brushing his nose against your own. he leans to press a kiss against your lips.
“i’m sure. i’ve never been so sure of something my entire life,” you murmur against him, causing his thigh to buck up. you squeak at the movement, balance momentarily thrown off.
“come here,” sakusa half-begs, cautiously wrapping his muscular arms around your lower back and hoists you up, rising to his feet. gasping slightly, you wrap your legs around his waist and cling tighter to his shoulders.
he carries you to the base of the stairwell, planting a kiss to your forehead. you grab at a tuft of freshly-trimmed hair at the base of his neck and watching him take a confident step forward. mentally, you swoon at his strength, the way his arms don’t falter even the slightest bit at your weight.
“so strong,” you mutter against the skin of his neck.
sakusa glanced down at your head with fond exasperation, before continuing up the steps.
“what, you like it when i carry you like this?” he wondered knowingly, the corners of his mouth turned up into a smirk.
“hmm, maybe,” you smiled into his neck, hiding your face from him.
“maybe i should do it more often then,” he suggested.
“yeah, i’d like that.”
before you knew it, you were lying down on his neatly laid-out bed, mewling openly into the air as he kisses down your chest and shoulders.
purpling love bites were now littered across your upper half, all indications of his patience and adoration. he pulls back and admires his work, but only until you begin kissing up his neck.
“shit,” he pants as you rut against his hips, trying to breathe through his delirious rush. you giggle, relishing in the way his cheek pressed against the side of your neck, taking in the feverish sensation of his skin against your own.
when he feels less dizzy, he turns his head towards your face and kisses your collarbone. and just something about hearing him whisper those words with his breath fanning against your chest made you want to scream.
“i-uh,” you truly are trying to form a coherent sentence, but with your body flush against his, thighs rubbing together for some kind of friction, you couldn’t help but feel lewd. you racked your brain for even one braincell that wasn’t enraptured at the thought of kiyoomi’s face scrunched up in pleasure, or his voice crackling with lust, or moans bubbling at his throat.
“i want you to touch me first,” you purr blushingly, guiding his hand down to your clothed sex. sakusa’s eyebrows lifted at the sensation of your dampened cotten panties, practically dripping with excitement as he is urged to push them to the side.
he gasps as his fingers trace your slit, collecting your wetness on his fingertips. “fuck,” he moans, head spinning at the feeling of you against his fingers. he can’t help his mind wander to how you might feel around his cock. “fuck.”
hearing sakusa spill like that only spurred you on further, pussy fluttering around nothing.
“let’s take these off, shall we?” he proposes, slipping two fingers inside the waistband of your panties and slipping them down to your ankles.
it’s then you decide to swallow your trembles and look down at the man who ogles at your glistening, drooly cunt, all open and spread out for him. he bites back a grunt as he watches your hole tighten and hug around nothing.
he practically vibrates at the sight, watching it gleam and drip with your own essence, swollen and so, so fucking pretty. the sight travels immediately to his dick.
“mm, omi, stop starin’,” you whine, peering down at him through your lashes. he plants a sloppy kiss on your open mouth, a string of saliva connecting both of your lips when he pulls away and he grunts at the sight of it, hips pressing further into your own.
carefully, his finger pushes past your puffy folds, eliciting an airy cry from your sweet lips.
“how’s that feel, baby?” he slurs drunkenly, intoxicated on the feeling of your gummy walls sucking in his singular finger.
you give a shaky sigh, hands traveling from his wrist up and gripping his powerfully-built forearm. “g-good, omi.”
“atta girl,” he praises, feeling you seize and grate around him.
“mh, ‘nother finger, please,” you implore, your voice timid and honeyed as he complied. a heedful second finger slips inside your cunt, his thumb circling your clit as your back arches and spasms up from the bed.
he sighs amorously, dipping his head down into the exposed skin that peaks out from your oversized shirt.
he sucks more bruises into your skin as you dizzily grind into his hand, head tilted back in delight as his thick fingers curl against your spongy walls, slowly pumping them in and out.
“still feeling good, angel?” his low voice inquires, his rasp prominent and gliding smoothly into your numbing ears.
“yeah, feels s’ good omi- y’ so good,” you hiccup, feeling him groan against your throat.
he peels his face from your collarbone to glance down at your pretty features, admiring the way your half-lidded eyes glossed over with lust as you squirmed beneath him. “mhm, wan’ you, omi. want y’ inside of me.”
“i know baby, i want you too,” he near moans, body racking with desire as his hand gropes your tits through your shirt. “fuck, you’re gonna wreck me, sweetheart.”
his cock strains painfully against his underwear as your eyes cross for less than a second, mouth gaping and twisting in bliss as his hands continued to explore you. he unknowingly ruts against your thigh, growing shaky as he watches you chase your release.
“ah-“ you moan ever so melodiously, eyes blinking shut when sakusa leans down to thrust his lips against your own, as if to swallow your whimpers. all you could feel was the pleasure mounting between your legs, squeezing you tighter and tighter until you felt as if you were going to cry. you can’t think, all of your thoughts are despairing cries and mush as your stomach tightens harshly around kiyoomi’s fingers.
you could hear his panting, moans sinking into your skin every now and again. the obscene sound of sakusa’s long fingers squelching against your wetness. his hard and throbbing cock grinding against your open thigh.
you feel your hand hopelessly squeeze at his toned muscles, pressing your eyelids shut as an overwhelming wave of pleasure started in its impending path towards you.
“omi! gon’ cum, i’m gonna cum!” you warn, voice frantic and hysterical. your chest rises and falls at an incredible pace as you grind against sakusa’s hand, trying to brace yourself for the orgasm that you knew was going to steal the breath from your lungs.
“it’s alright, pretty, let go.” his voice soothes, a hand beneath your back as he pulls you impossibly closer. “you look so cute like this, darling. don’t worry, i got you.”
you cry out at his words, only able to babble out his name as your orgasm crashes down on your body. you shuddered irrepressibly, moaning and whining as the ravenette feels you gush around his skilled fingers. you sob as he kisses you, drowning out your sobs as your body continues to tremble from the repercussions.
sakusa pulls you to take you back in, his blackened eyes filled with cherish. your hair is matted and dispersed across your pillow, a few deviant strands stuck to your forehead, painted with a thin layer of sweat, eyes shiny with desire, mouth fixed open as you pant through the final part of your climax.
“you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen,” he smiles, planting a kiss onto your eyelid as you giggle, hands against his bare, toned chest.
you gasp as he curls and uncurls a finger inside of you, turning your head to the side. “don’t- don’t say that, s’ too much.”
he still grins down at you, watching your eyes brim with passion. he slips his fingers out of you, marveling at the string of cum that connects his fingers to your cunt.
it’s then that he’s reminded of his aching erection, so much so that it was bordering on being almost painful.
you were quick to realize this, hooking your fingers into the fabric of his shorts. “mind if i take these off, sweetheart?” you request.
he nods down at you eagerly, messy curls tickling his forehead. you tug his shorts down from his hips, revealing the weighty outline of his cock, tense against the fabric of his underwear, the front of which are dulled with precum. you palm his clothed erection, an airy hiss bubbling in kiyoomi’s throat.
“you wanna keep going?” you ask. even if you could predict his answer, right now, it was your priority that sakusa was comfortable and felt secure.
his eyes sparkled with an intensity you hadn’t yet seen before and his mouth shakily opened to respond. “please.”
you lie flat on your back once more, pulling him down on top of you on his tousled sheets and hover your entrance over his pulsing cock, teasing him as you brush your slit against the tip.
“fuck, y/n, please,” he begs, his eyes clouded with lust and yearning as you give him a soft smile.
“you ready?” you say from below him, to which kiyoomi gives you a frantic nod.
now, in his bedroom, your cunt lays bare to both of your own wills. he sinks down into you, his jaw slackening and head casting back in pure ecstasy, as does yours.
“fuck, ‘yoomi!” you squeal at the stretch, hands forming fists on beside you whilst his own presses bruises into your hips.
“baby, oh god, baby,” he coos to you, sweat lining his brows and dark locks, his hands smooth up and down your sides.
when he finally bottoms out, you glance up at him dazedly, his finger beneath your chin. “you okay, darling?”
you nod frantically, teeth digging into your bottom lip like blades as you feel yourself struggle to adjust to his fat length.
you try your best to gather yourself, rocking your hips against him, only to let a shrill moan pass through your divided lips, which were glossy with shared saliva.
“y-you can move,” you tell him, breathing erratically as your cunt continues to flutter around his cock. he’s in a state of euphoria, speechless at the way he fits into you so perfectly. he can feel every clamp, every movement of your pretty hole around him, and each one makes him writhe with pleasure.
you choke, fisting the bedsheets as he twitches inside of you. “i’ll go gently, alright?” kiyoomi asks warmly, genuine adoration and care laced in his tone.
“mhm, yes please,” you respond thankfully, rapture dancing through your voice.
kiyoomi slowly pulls out before pushing it back, observing you closely for any signs of discomfort. you thaw into his cushy mattress, eyes molding shut as a shaky sight escapes your lips. he snakes a hand underneath your oversized shirt and places it onto your torso, rocking into you at a steady pace.
he leans down to kiss you, planting a sloppy kiss on your saliva-stained lips. “y/n, princess- shit,” he lets out a grunt at the way you wiggle your hips into him, pace quickening slightly.
“i love you. i love you so so much,” he confesses, looking down into your teary eyes and flushed face.
your eyes flutter open at his looming figure, tightening your grip around his neck. you cry out at the way this one familiar vein drags it’s way across your honeyed walls, it’s movement addictive as it rocked in and out of you.
your toes curl and your hips rut up into his.
“‘love you! i love you, ‘yoomi!” you gasp, moans spilling from your mouth like filled promises, his name following them all like a prayer.
he was right there. your kiyoomi. your love. your light. your smile. your sweetheart. he was right above you, gripping onto you like his life depended on it. thrusting into you languidly as he repeated a string of ‘i love you’s’, singing your name and dragging his warm hands across your body. your kiyoomi.
a heavenly moan splits from his throat as he chokes, looking down into your eyes as he almost collapses against you.
“fuckkk,” he drawls, unnerved at how quickly control was beginning to slip from his grasp.
your breathing grew more rapid, that same, tense feeling beginning to bloom in your tummy as your arms and thighs shake uncontrollably - and you knew something of the same sort was happening to him.
his vision began to blur and whiten as his orgasm grew closer, and he begins to thrust erratically. “y/n, ‘m gonna cum, holy fuck-“
you couldn’t help but whine at his tone, clinging to him as if the fate of the world depended on it.
“please, ‘yoomi,” you cry, feeling his blunt tip hit all the right spots, thrusts spurred on from crying his name.
you kiss his shoulder, feeling yourself let go and nearly shriek as your second orgasm of the night washes over you, gripping you by the throat.
“fuck! baby,” kiyoomi pants, and stars align in his galaxy eyes, pink dusting his cheeks. quickly pulling out and pumping his seed all over your stomach.
immediately, his lips are attached to yours once more, now both swollen and puffy from overuse.
“are you alright, my love?” you ask him hazily, running your hand through his dark locks. “y-yeah, are you?” he responds quaveringly, his hands loosening their death grip on your hips.
“i’m good,” you told him truthfully, having just been kissed by heaven herself after the shared experience you had just had.
“you did so good for me, pretty girl,” he praised, peppering your cheeks with kisses as you nuzzled into him.
“i love you, kiyoomi.”
“i love you too, angel.”
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contains: gn!reader (i'm pretty sure), anxiety related to living together, i think that's it
note: idk how relatable this is, but i wanted to talk about it. i think it's important talking about boundaries when you're living with someone :)
it's taking you a while to get comfortable after moving in with kiyoomi. it wasn't anything he did, he's been wonderful through the process, you've just always found it difficult to find yourself working with another person. you lived alone throughout college and for a year or so after, so you're used to making your own schedule and living to suit your own needs and comfort.
you and kiyoomi did practically live together for the past several months before moving, you spent so much time at his apartment, and him yours. but then, you knew that you could go back to your own home and have some alone time. that's not an option anymore, and it's difficult. you and kiyoomi don't fight often, but you find yourself nervous to overstep a non-existent boundary.
"hey kiyoomi?" he hums from the couch and tears his attention away from the book that was in his blanket-covered lap, to you in the doorway of the kitchen.
"i have to finish some of this work, and it's really hot in our room. is it okay if i come out here for the next hour or so to finish?" kiyoomi slips an old receipt into his novel to save his page and sets it aside. "i promise i'll be quiet."
you're nervous - you're scared to bother him even though you know he won't mind.
"of course, sweetheart. is anything the matter?" he carefully tracks your movement to sit on the couch next to him.
"no, i just don't want to bother you," you smile at him and get to work.
"you never bother me, sweetie. you live here, too." a warm hand lightly grasps your shoulder, and sakusa kisses your cheek.
you finish your work as kiyoomi continues tearing into his novel, but you stay in your spot on the couch and enjoy the peaceful silence as you scroll through your phone. however, kiyoomi's mind repeatedly drifts to your... nervousness when asking him a simple question - a question that doesn't even need to be asked. he knows the nerves you had when moving in and that you couldn't help them, but that doesn't stop him from being concerned that he's not approachable enough for you - his lover - to be comfortable around him.
you decide to go to bed after a while, and kiyoomi waits on the bed while you finish your shower and skincare. he grins when he feels the bid dip behind him, and he swiftly rolls around to meet your face. he notices the space between you and him, though it's small.
"come here, you're so far away," he pouts and pulls you into his chest by your waist.
"i'm sorry, i don't want to make you hot, it's kinda hot in here."
"no no, baby, i don't care. it can be 500 degrees and i'll still want you this close," he smacks a kiss on your forehead.
"cheesy," you giggle into his chest. he tsk's and rests your head into the crook of his neck.
"baby?" he inquires after you get comfortable in your position. you hum. "you know you can be comfortable here, right?"
he hears you take a deep breath in his neck and you wrap your arms around his waist a little tighter.
"yes, of course."
"okay. i just get... worried that i'm not welcoming enough to you. this is your home just as much as it is mine, and you deserve to do whatever you want in your home. in fact, you pay an extra dollar on the rent, so it's more yours than mine," you giggle at this, "i just want you to be comfortable and do what makes you happy. obviously i'll talk to you if something bothers me, so you never have to wonder if i'm comfortable. i'm always happy as long as you're here with me. and please tell me if i do something annoying or uncomfortable, okay? you trust me enough to do that, right?"
"yes, kiyoomi," you pull back to meet his worried eyes, "i'm just worried that i'll be... unbearable to you after just a few months. i don't want you to dread coming home to me."
"that won't be a problem as long as we communicate, right? you're the love of my life, you'll be sick of me before i ever get sick of you. i love you," he leans over to plant a kiss on your lips, followed by several smaller pecks. "just talk to me if something's bothering you, yeah?"
you nod in agreement.
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If not for all the years you’ve known Sakusa, you might have taken offense to the borderline terrifying look he was shooting you from across his threshold. Any sane person could see the way his lips were twisted into a scowl, his eyes narrowed into slits, or the tension in his posture, and surely they would deduce the man in front of you was nothing short of upset.
“What are you doing here?” He asks almost monotonously, eyes glancing curiously down to the potted plant you held in your arms, “I thought you had work?”
You smiled gently as he grabbed you by the forearm, lightly tugging you into his apartment.
“It’s cold outside, is that all you’ve got on?” Sakusa continued as you stripped off your shoes, “The temperatures have been dropping, I told you to layer up or you’ll get sick.”
But it was because of all the years you’ve known the prickly man that you knew the way he admonished you was just his favorite way of showing affection. And the trembling of his fingers as he put away your shoes might actually mean he was excited you were here.
“I asked for a half day,” you say matter-of-factly, walking into the nearly bare apartment, cardboard boxes the only thing decorating the empty living room, “You didn’t think I’d miss out on move-in day, did you?”
Sakusa rolls his eyes, snatching the plant from your hands and walking over to place the clay pot on top of his kitchen counter.
“Get in already, and warm up,” he says, deciding that he didn’t like the way the plant looked on the counter, promptly moving it to the lone table that sat in the middle of the living room.
“It looks great,” you peel off the jacket Sakusa deemed insufficient, hanging it on the hooks beside the door before stepping further into the apartment, “Feels cozy.”
“It’s covered in boxes, and dust,” Sakusa deadpans and you glared at the scowl on his face.
“I was trying to be nice,” you retorted, turning to walk into his kitchen, “What’d you want me to say? ‘God, Kiyoomi, your place is a fucking mess’?”
“You could say, ‘Hey, Kiyoomi, why don’t I make myself useful and help you unpack’,” Sakusa replies, hot on your heels.
You turn around to give him a light smack on the chest, pouting even more when he doesn't bother to flinch.
“Okay, I’m going back to work,” you puff out, turning your nose away from Sakusa and dramatically pushing past him.
He catches you by the wrist, and you chuckle to yourself as he tugs you back with a frown.
“You’re leaving already?” He asks, a slight pout in the way he spoke, “You haven’t even cut open one box.”
Your eyebrow twitched, yanking yourself out of Sakusa’s light grip.
“I’ll cut open YOUR b—“
“And you’ll miss out on your surprise.”
The insult you were so ready to hurl his way suddenly lost its traction, straightening your back and desperately trying to feign nonchalance.
Sakusa nods, scoffing lightly when he digs his hands into the pocket of his gray sweatpants. You watched with sparkling curiosity as he withdrew a clenched fist, before holding it out like some magician ready to show you his greatest trick.
Slowly, he uncurls his fist, and in his palm lay a single golden key.
“This copy’s yours,” he mutters out, looking to the side and slowly rubbing the back of his neck.
You were proud of Sakusa, truly. He got this apartment on his own, with his own money, after establishing his own career. It was his first place away from his childhood home, the one you grew up next to, spent all your weekends and summers. You had vivid memories of growing up with Sakusa, feeling happy to be the one he teased, the one who got to see who Sakusa Kiyoomi was when he wasn’t the nationally ranked ace.
A part of you felt sad — having separate apartments in different parts of the city, no longer having the safety of Kiyoomi being just a few feet away.
You just didn’t know how anxious you felt, until Kiyoomi stood in front of you, palms outstretched as if to say you had absolutely nothing to worry about.
“You’ll still come over, right?” Kiyoomi sounded almost bothered, yes shifting to the key you still hadn’t taken from his hand, “Your place isn’t too far from here —“
Sakusa let’s our a soft ‘oof’ as you jumped into his arms, squeezing his neck tightly before letting go and snatching the key right out of his hands.
“You’re going to regret this,” you smiled widely at the golden key you were hastily attaching to your key ring.
Sakusa coughed, rubbing his fingers across his throat, “I think I already do.”
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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇
𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐰/ 𝐠!𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 // short, tooth-rotting fluff
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 // blushy-kiyo. YOU’VE BEEN WARNED.
☄︎ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 // KIYOOMI MY BEST BOY #2 </3 forever. n thank u to everyone for all the love on my first post <333 u guys r the world to me !!
☄︎ 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 “𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔”
you’re at yet another MSBY game rooting for your boyfriend and his teammates. kiyoomi would never admit it, but he’s so happy to see you at his games, cheering his name and his extra jersey on your body. it fills his entire body up with pure happiness. you’re sitting front row, the loudest person in the stands, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
when it’s his turn to serve, you stand from your seat, look at him and mouth “i love you.” his entire body feels warm, his face flushing bright pink as he avoids eye contact, mouthing it back, “i love you… more.” and even though you do it at least once (if not twice) every game, it still makes his heart nearly beat out of his chest.
☄︎ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐒
you watched this one tik tok about moles being placed where your soulmate in your past life kissed you… so you took it upon yourself to shower the moles scattered across kiyoomi’s arms and face in chaste kisses.
when you pressed your lips to each of the little moles on his face, his breath stills and a slight shade of pink dusts over his cheeks. “what are you doing…?” you grin, showing him the tik tok you had seen and then listen to him grumble about how dumb that is. “kiss me here so in my next life, you’ll know that you gave me enough kisses…” he pout, pointing to his lips. who were you to deny?
☄︎ 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌 “𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘”
“hi, pretty boy,” you say casually, not putting much thought into your words. you’re unaware of your effects until you hear him stutter out a “what did you just call me?” you turn around to see his frozen body staring at you with wide eyes. his mouth is ajar and his face could compare to the color of a tomato.
you’re confused, repeating the words you had said, slowly. and then it dawned on you, you’re making him nervous. “d-don’t call me that.” he muttered, looking anywhere but at you. you giggled, softly. “but you are… my pretty boy, omi.” he muttered a string of curse words, walking away from you, unable to stand in front of you with his embarrassment evident on his face.
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Imagine your favourite man (idk what tf this is, but its fun.)
Tea steaming and books laid open across the wooden desk. Wandering around the room and humming a song to yourself, as you watch the sun fall and the moon rise to its throne in the sky. As your feet dance across the wooden floor of the room, you almost miss the sound of the door creaking open. He places an hand on your waist and puts his other in yours and leads your movements. As the song floats around the room and the both of you move in sync, it seems as though the moon is pleased with the scene, as the light shines a blue hue onto both of your faces. He plants a kiss on your temple and twirls you under the moonlight, for hours and hours.
Zhongli, Childe, Diluc, Kenma, Sakusa, Kuroo, Reiji,
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+ summary: you’d never loved anyone as much as you love suna rintarou, so much so you doubt that you could ever fully give yourself to anyone else. however, when a chance encounter with sakusa kiyoomi leads to you getting the kind of romance you’d always dreamt of, can you find it in yourself to let go and start all over again? especially when someone else is threatening to ruin every ounce of happiness you could have?
+ suna x f!reader. sakusa x f!reader. love triangle. angst. unrequited love. smut. mentions of toxic relationships. tw gaslighting/manipulation. i’ll add warnings as i go.
+ status: ongoing
+ posting schedule: irregular, you have been warned. am trying to post every week if i can!! <3
002. after everything
003. you deserve better
004. beneath the surface
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“I hate my roommates, Omi.”
It’s a statement Kiyoomi has heard a million times. Once when you’d called him crying, talking about how they’d excluded you from a night out. And another when he could hear your exasperation through the phone, pots and pans clanking in the background as you cleaned their dishes... again. It seemed this time, as you pressed your face into his neck to complain about how filthy the apartment was before you left, had been the final straw.
Absentmindedly, he brings a hand to your hair. “I know you do.”
“I want to move out.”
“You could always live with me.” He says it without a second thought. It’s as if the sentence was made to tumble from his lips, the words too good to stay trapped in his brain forever, reeling through his mind every time you sent him a voicemail dripping with frustration. It didn’t help that his apartment always felt empty when you were gone, far too quiet and cold. Lonely.
He figured it was about time.
You hum and Kiyoomi can feel it against the column of his throat. “I could.”
His response is cool, unfazed. He hopes you can’t hear the way his heart hammers in his chest. “Only if you want to.”
You fall quiet for a moment, lips moving to brush against his collar bone in a silent thank you. “I would like that.”
A weight lifts from his chest then, and one hand presses into the small of your back, the other smushing your face closer. “Me too.”
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kinktober week 3
strings of fate
warnings: shibari, sub!omi, dom!fem reader, mommy kink, edging, pussy job, titty sucking, omi is whiney and we love that
a/n: this is only 860-something words! i’m tired! i gotta lotta stuff going on! and i’m late on kinktober shit!! however i love him and wanna tie omi up so bad so i hope y’all enjoy
He’s painfully hard, painfully aware of your eyes on his naked body as you painstakingly tie more and more knots. Across his chest, his arms bound behind him, his upper thighs tied to his calves. The only thing you couldn’t do was tie him in the air, neither of you having a ceiling or a hook that can bear his weight. The rope is rough between his cheeks, another one grazes his cock and you’ve placed a knot right on his perineum.
It took you both a few tries to get this right. Soft giggles from you both when a certain knot just didn’t work out, small pauses to look up the tutorial again on youtube to figure out the right position.
Yet you both persisted. You needed to. Ever since that night you both had stayed up too late with pillow talk, the way Omi’s breath quivered when he admitted he wanted to be tied up this way had sent shivers up your spine.
“Safe word?” You finish the last knot, your hands caress his thighs and squeeze.
“Peaches,” Kiyoomi exhales and tries his best not to squirm. His eyes screw tight, a low moan threatens to escape when the rough material grazes his cock again.
Omi’s cheeks brighten when a whine slips out, the two of you looking down at his painfully hard cock soaking the edges of the rope with his precum.
“I should just leave you here,” you tease your fingers over his nipples.
“N-no, no, no! Don’t- fuck don’t! You can’t!” Omi whines again and you can’t help grinning.
“You’re not really in the position of telling me no, Sakusa. Are you?” Your eyes narrow, and he’s internally begging you don’t see the way his cock twitches. No more “Omi” or any of your usual pet names for him. The fantasy’s already set in place.
“Where are you manners?” Your finger curls under his chin and forces him to look up at you again.
“Please,” He corrects himself. “Please, mommy.”
You sit on his lap, the heat of your cunt so fucking close to his cock that he can barely breathe.
“Please what?” You circle a finger over the tip of his cock, swirling his precum over his slit even slower as he starts to whine.
Omi’s thoughts race, he doesn’t know what he wants first but he knows you’re not going to let him cum. Not yet. Not when he’s admitted to you that he’s dreamt of being in full submission to you, completely powerless to when he cums under the power of your hand.
“Please don’t go,” he gulps and tries to slow his breathing as you settle your weight against him. He peers up through his long lashes, eyes darkening when he sees how close you are to him. “Please, can I suck your…”
Impossibly, his cheeks are flush hotter and brighter.
You tilt your head and coo at him teasingly, fingers messing his curls before pulling tugging roughly. Omi gasps, his mouth hanging open just enough for you to lean your chest in so he can start sucking at your tits. His teeth drag and pull on your nipple, groaning that he can’t touch you himself. You pop him off and move him to the other, hips grinding against him.
God he wants more, he wants more of you. Your pillowy tits and soft body against his are too much and not enough all at the same time. He whines around your nipple when you grind your pussy against his cock, pushing it against the rough ropes.
“I- fuck!” His harshly sucks on your tits, straining against the ropes that’s only preventing him from rutting into you.
You let out a gasp when his teeth catch at your nipples again, his soft whines only growing higher as you grind on him. “You gonna cum, baby?”
Sakusa closes his eyes in answer, tightly digging his nails into his palms that’s sure to leave behind crescent moon marks. Your pet name gives him hope that you’ll have mercy on him, and the taste of his orgasm is just right fucking there. Your hands rake through his curls, your own nails lightly scratching at his scalp. Chills run down his skin, but the sounds of his cock pushing and grinding against your slick pussy only makes his skin hotter.
“Too bad,” you whisper in his ear, poking out your tongue to trace it’s curves. “I’ve got all night Sakusa.”
You stop your movements, and much to Kiyoomi’s disdain you slip off his lap. His chest heaves quickly as he groans disappointedly, wiggling in his restraints as you step behind him now. He can feel the warmth of your body behind him, your chest still cold from his suckling against his hot back. When your soft hand wraps around his sensitive cock, he can’t help his tiny gasp as you start to pump him.
“And I’m gonna have you begging every second of it.”
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“i heard what you did… and i’m very disappointed with you.”
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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
warnings: fem! reader, virgin! sakusa, handjobs
sakusa has never been interested in dating, and by default, he’s never exactly “got some” like this teammates would say. and despite popular belief, he does care about intimacy—just that it’s never been a priority. but the one night stands and casual hook ups just weren’t for him.
and now that he has you, his first real girlfriend, he’s not quite sure how to navigate through all the firsts, how to figure out the boundaries, how to initiate something and make the first move. and more than anything, he’s not sure how to hide the raging boner he definitely does not need you seeing.
but somehow, you manage to catch the way he’s distressed, turn to look at him when he shuffles uncomfortably on the couch from the harsh ache in between his legs, throbbing with each passing minute. and when your eyes land on the tent in his pants, and he notices the way your pupils dilate, he knows he’s a goner.
“omi, you could’ve told me you had an issue,” you chuckle, shifting your body toward him. his breath hitches when you cup his dick right through his pants, it’s like you were trying to kill him.
“y/n, w-what are you…what are you—hah, oh fuck,” he wheezes as you palm him through his sweats, applying the slightest bit of pressure, but it’s still enough to be dizzying. his body feels like it’s on fire, and his throat is dry as he gulps.
“just trying to help out, omi,” you pout, fluttering your eyelashes as you blink innocently at him. but your fingers wander to his waistband, tugging down with his boxers slightly. “can i?” you ask. and he can’t think straight when your hand is that close to his aching dick, tip weeping with pre cum, begging to be smeared along his shaft as he fucks your hand. he doesn’t know when his thoughts had gotten so vulgar when it came to you, but it can’t be helped when you’re so close to his member.
“y-yes,” he nods quickly. and the smile on your face, the pure excitement, the lust in your eyes, it’s almost enough to make him cum, but your hand wrapping around his dick is enough to make him throw his head back, long, whiny, drawn out moan leaving him.
“omi, i barely even did anything. it’s like you’ve never been touched,” you grin, and the look on his face says it all. “aww, don’t worry, baby, i’ll make this a good first for you.” and you spit into your hand, grabbing his dick once more, steady strokes delivered to his member, pace quickening a bit with each moan he lets out, his head thrown back on the couch and his chest heaving.
“f-fuck, fuck that…that feels s-so good,” he whines, making you smirk.
“oh yeah?” he nods, hips bucking into your fist as you keep your pace steady.
“feels so different when you do it,” he groans, whimpering when your thumb glides over his slit. something about the way you touch him, the way your hand squeezes his dick and glides over his tip is so different from his own hand, and his mind is clouded with pleasure.
your other hand moves to fondle with his balls, massaging them lightly as you continue jerking him off. he moans loudly, body curling forward as he pants harshly.
“feel good, omi?”
“so good,” he cries, groaning when you squeeze at the base of his shaft particularly tightly, fisting the cushions of the couch. his abs clench with each flick of your wrist. “ah, shit, i’m gonna…oh fuck, i’m gonna cum, y/n,” he pants. “i’m gonna cum.” and with a grin, you speed up the pace just a bit more as he mutter “please, please,” like a mantra. and soon enough, sakusa’s hips leave the couch, bucking up wildly, body spasming and eyes screwed shut as he cums with a loud cry. “fuck, fuck, y/n,” he lets out a broken whimper, shuddering as you milk him for what he’s worth through his orgasm.
he slumps back into the couch, another soft whimper as you rub him a few more times before his hand grabs your wrist and stops you. he looks utterly mortified when he sees the globs of cum smeared across his chest, painting his shirt and making a mess.
“well, omi. you ready for the real thing now, pretty?”
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THE GUY THAT I’D KINDA BE INTO !
synopsis: suna wants to confess to you, he really does. wants to finally get off his chest how much he wished you two were more than just ‘best friends’ for all these years. but what happens when a certain ex, sakusa kiyoomi, finds his way back into your life?
so, we’ve got both guys wanting to talk to y/n 👀
suna really just wants to get it off his chest, he doesn’t expect you you to feel the same way or for it to go anywhere (cries)
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