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💐 fluff timeskip!characters x gn!reader [Tsukishima Kei, Kenma Kozume, Sakusa Kiyoomi]

TSUKISHIMA KEI

Cuz he my main bae

Last time you talked to him was when you confessed to him after graduation. It was the only time you were prepared for any sort of rejection.

You didn’t think he has any sort of interests out of what he likes already. A flat out no and a snarky comment was already at the back of your head when you did it.

But you remember him quiet. Unfazed. Blinking down at you.

His best friend was there too dumbfounded as well.

Heat crept up your face and you laugh out your embarrassment. You said sorry, “I guess, it’s not really something you think about… I’ll just get going now.” You turned and walked away quickly.

You heard Yamaguchi call for you but you ignored it and ran away.

The next time you saw him, there was a thin layer of screen from your TV separating you two. You can only sigh and prop your head as you watch him from afar. You’d say this is enough but you know damn well it’s not. I can see right through you. Don’t lie to me.

It was your day off and your best friend kicked you out of your shared apartment so you could do something else other than “sulking over a blond man.”

What are the places to be if you want a quiet day on your own? Well, you could go to a museum. You’re not much of a history buff or anything but looking at the things displayed there are nice.

You entered the museum and just aimlessly walked around looking at the displays and occasionally listening to the tour guides when you happen to catch yourself with a tour group. Of course, you’re always the first to leave the section they’re in.

You always catch yourself sighing. It’s not that you regret going out it’s just that ‘sulking over a blond man for years.’ I guess it has been years. You finished college and started working. Is it that bad?

“Oh,” You heard your name escape someone’s breath.

You turned and saw that tall blond you had confessed to. Confusion and annoyance spilt over your face like paint splattered over an empty canvas. “Tsukishima?”

He took off his glasses and wiped them. Of course, he’s unbothered.

You calmed yourself down with a deep and heavy breath. You tilted your head. “Why are you here?”

“I work here.” He put his glasses back on and looked down at you.

“Oh, I see.” Somehow the museum turned into something more of a hall of memories as you play back in your mind your days in high school. Then that confession. You put up a cheery front and a smile. “Well,” you say as you pat his shoulder, “I’ll get going now,” and walked away.

“Wait.”

What does he mean ‘wait’? What else is there to talk about?

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you but I couldn’t get a hold of you since you changed your number after graduation.”

“Huh?” You muttered under your breath and looked back at him.

“I was about to say something before you ran off like a dumbass.”

You held back your tongue and gritted your teeth at his blunt demeanour. You crossed your arms. “I knew the answer already. I didn’t need to stick around and waste my energy.” You grumbled.

“Then why did you run, idiot?”

Heat rose up to your face. You bit and chewed the inside of your cheek to keep you from dying from embarrassment. Wait, why would he want you to stick around?

“I’m about to leave work. There’s a café we could go to. Are you free?”

You tilted your head at him, trying to process what’s going on.

The blond sighed. “I’m asking you out on a date, idiot.” His eyes laced with unamusement stabbed you.

“Ah-Uh… Eh? Wait… you…”

He put his hand on your head. “Stop thinking. Your brain is starting to fry.”

“Ugh. If you just flat out say what you mean, then I wouldn’t have to fry my brain.”

“I like you too, shorty.” He chuckled. “C’mon. I’m hungry.” He said and pulled you by the hand.

KENMA KOZUME

You guys had a fight again. But this time it was just you ranting and him being quiet while on his PC.

It stabbed you when you realized that, so you decided to just keep quiet.

You knew it was going to be a bit busy when he started a company. You sighed and went back to your bedroom and started packing your clothes.

You hear the door crack open and saw Kenma looking at you. His face was laced with… I don’t know… anger, worry - something.

You finished packing and got up. You fidgeted with your luggage’s handle as you try to think of something to say.

You don’t want to let him go but you don’t feel like you’re needed.

“I think we need to work on ourselves for a while,” You said softly, trying not to break your voice. “I just feel like our relationship points are going down and not being taken care off.”

Kenma said your name. His fist was turning white by the way he was gripping the door.

“I’ll come back when the ‘anger buff’ is gone.” You say as you walk out.

You stayed with your best friend who was having the time of their life threatening your partner who wasn’t there. You imagine them having explosions at the palm of their hands.

The next day, Kuroo came to check up on you. He reassured you that everything will work out.

It’s been a month and more. You only knew how much time passed because Kuroo checks up on you twice every week with gifts from Kenma.

Your friend will have a snarky comment about it but you always defend your love even if you’re upset about him.

You’re tired. Maybe it was your friend’s comments getting to you but maybe Kenma’s just better off on his own now. Kuroo didn’t come today…

You checked on your friend to see them knocked out on their bed. You went back to the couch and hugged your knees for comfort. You couldn’t help but cry silently but your heart was breaking. It felt like something out of an anime or a cutscene where the protagonist would realize something and break down.

You looked at the clock on the TV stand and saw that the day was past done. There it was. Game over. The time limit was long gone. The mission failed. It made you cry even more.

“Kenma…” You whispered through your hics. Maybe if you try to keep calling him he’ll appear.

But who you were kidding… unlike the games you and him play, it won’t work here. You’re not on discord. But who’s stopping you from trying?

You snapped out of your misery moment when you heard a soft knock on the door. You wiped everything and breathed in and out until you’ve calmed down.

The soft knock called for you again so you answered. You saw Kenma panting with flowers in his hand. He dropped to his knees and hand, cradling the bouquet with his free hand.

You panicked not knowing what to do. “Stamina… Stamina…” You mumbled. What do you do about stamina? There’s no potion for it here!

You remembered Kuroo saying that a banana helps. You helped Kenma sit on the couch and rushed to get him water and a banana. You’re not much of a healer but hopefully it helps. You waited for him to finish his water.

Kenma collapsed, leaning his head on the backrest.

“Wh-why did you come here so late?!”

“I just felt like it.” He mumbled.

You choke on his nonchalant words. “But it’s late!” You started scolding him.

He chomped down on the banana. More like murdered it. “Is it weird that I would need the person I love?!”

You pouted at his question and turned your head towards the bouquet with a card saying ‘I’m sorry.’

“I only came now because usually your buffs after our arguments lasts over more than a month.”

You blush. Your anger lasts for a day or two, then you become pouty for weeks, then your sadness sets in after that. You hug the love of your life and cried. “I’m sorry,” you say through your sobs.

“No. I should be saying that. I should have kept track of our relationship. But right now I’m tired.” He set himself to lie down on the couch and pulled you close. It wasn’t long until the two of you slept in each others arms like you always should.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

You don’t know how you did it but you ended up with one of the best players of volleyball of Division One as your partner.

You’ve only talked to Komori since you guys go way back. You’ve only ever smiled at Sakusa and greeted him.

But then he asked you out.

It’s not like you don’t have a crush on him. Komori saw that immediately when you met his cousin. It’s just that you were never expecting him to feel the same.

You weren’t expecting anything from him since his social anything is almost nonexistent. Except for the people other than you and Komori surrounding him. You thought you could be fine with being his partner.

Wrong! The silence between you two is deafening.

You only ever see him react when someone is flirting with you and he happens to be there. Other than that Komori, Atsumu, Bokuto or Hinata would be there to protect you.

It didn’t help that the media is throwing gossip around about who you are and why you are so close to the MSBY players. Not to mention the public opinion.

Your boss had to let work from home so the press would stop looking for you in the company building.

Komori was the only one visiting you and bringing you food.

As time went on the frustrations you didn’t know you had started settling, you unconsciously called for Komori, not knowing what to say. “Ah, can you come over? Bring my favourite please.” You chuckled as cheerfully as you could so he wouldn’t hear you crying.

You took a break from your work and gave yourself some good old and well-deserved pampering. You finished just before Komori usually arrives at your place so you waited.

And waited…

There was loud knocking at the door. It sounded heavier than Komori’s.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me. Open up.” Sakusa knocked on your door demandingly.

You opened the door to see your man standing broodily. His face scared you so you went on instinct and shut the door.

Sakusa knocked on the door again and called for you. “I’m not in the mood to play games. Open the door.”

You didn’t mean to shut the door on him. But knowing that he’s mad now might as well break up. Maybe he came here to do just that. You leaned your head on the door and cried.

There was silence and a door between you two.

“Omi, I’m sorry. I thought I’m fine with just being by your side but I don’t even think I was fit to be yours.” You sobbed and hicced.

“What?! Open the door! Open the door right now!” His voice has concern written all over it.

You slowly opened the door and wiped your tears so you could look at him at least properly if this will be the last time.

He put down the bags that you only just know noticed and hugged you.

You should be blushing, but your confusion was greater. “Omi?”

“You damn…” He grumbled, “germ. If you were having such a hard time why didn’t you call me first?”

You tried to remember if you were done with your vaccines and thanked yourself for taking time to clean up first. You still need to answer your man though. “Oh, I… I thought you don’t want to deal…” Right. Why didn’t you call for him first?

You pulled back from him and wiped your tears. “I thought you were too busy.”

He clicked his tongue and tucked his mask under his chin. “Even if I am if something is hurting you, it’s my job to help you with it.” He let himself in and closed the door as well. He picked up the bag and set if down the coffee table. He sat down the couch and sighed deeply.

You sat down beside him. You were unsure about the distance until he scooted closer to you and put his arm on the backrest.

You turned on the TV the both of you watched and ate the food he brought together and for the first time in your relationship he took care of you the way you imagined he would.

He was still quiet all through out but words were never his forte. Before you knew it you were sleeping in his arms.

The next morning you woke up to your phone blasting notification after notification. Messages from friends and other things like tags on twitter. You checked the ones from Komori, Hinata, Atsumu, and Bokuto telling you that they were glad everything worked out and that they’ll help you whenever they can.

You were confused by this so you checked twitter thinking that it would answer your question then you saw the media talking about you and Sakusa.

You went to Sakusa’s twitter and saw his last tweet. “[Y/n] is mine. Don’t bother them.”

It was out of character of him but at least the bothersome things you dealt with stopped.

As time went on, Sakusa would come unannounced but not unwelcomed because it’s always during the times when you needed someone the most and the safest place you knew was in his arms.

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maiiruo · 5 months

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impatient.

completely time skip, slight overstim

kenma was always busy with something. his youtube, his gaming, his stock trades...you get it. despite that, he always made time for you, abandoning whatever task he had at the moment and practically waiting on your beck and call, your every desire tended to as best he could. this was slightly different; although he wasn't technically working, he was somewhat busy in a game of metal gear, his favourite, but you had different plans in mind.

you loved sitting in kenma's gaming room whenever he played, watching his brows furrow, his pretty face whenever he was serious, his tied back hair— that feeling quickly turned to clinginess when you began slowly inching yourself towards him until you were straddling him, his head peeking over your shoulder.

"baby…2 minutes, okay? i just need to..." his voice trailing off as he went back to focusing on whatever he was trying to do. normally, you would be at least half focused, but as of now all you wanted was his attention. placing small kisses all over his face, his cheeks slowly turned a light shade of pink, still trying to focus on his game. after a few minutes, kenma's game came to an end—maybe not the end he anticipated, but it definitely ended. in a loss, that is.

"he wasn't even—god this fucking game." his hand practically flew to his face, holding his nose bridge out of both stress and agitation while you waited for him to acknowledge you. putting his controller down, his hands finally found their way to your waist, making your body shiver. "you happy? the game ended." his pretty lips parting to reveal his smile, jokingly making fun of you. "mm...maybe" he rolled his seat back away from his desk, lifting you by the underneath of your thighs to carry you to your shared room. kenma was strong for a gamer and constantly showed it—he loves carrying you princess style, especially ever since you told him you sometimes felt "too heavy", whatever that means. walking like you weighed nothing, you got to your room and he sat down, still with you straddling his lap.

his hands wandered your body, finding your waist once again, your lower back, your thighs; he touched you as if he had memorised every part of you, like he could do it with his eyes closed. kenma knew how sensitive you were for him, his hands running across your body that so easily made your thighs wet. "so impatient...is this what you wanted?" his voice was so soft, despite you practically being the reason for his loss.

"lay on the bed for me, baby." despite his voice sounding gentle, you could tell he was demanding. you sat on the bed, slightly slouched up against the headboard while kenma took off his zip up and followed after you, leaning over you while he let his pretty lips explore your body. he loved how you would squirm under him as if you didn't know how easily he could overpower you. "i know you wanted this, love. stop resisting." he was so straightforward with his commands, the stickiness between your thighs only getting worse.

his hands grazed your thighs, groping at them as if your body was his to use, speaking as if the thighs he was grabbing weren't yours. "so soft..." he was basically drooling. staring so intensely like he wanted to completely consume you. a few minutes passed of his fixation on your 'so soft' thighs and he dragged his tongue across his fingers before teasing your hole, small whimpers escaping your lips. trailing his fingers to your clit, he rubbed small circles around, remaining at a slow pace as to keep his control over you.

time that felt longer than mere minutes passed of kenma revelling in his sadism, his fingers now wet with your fluid and your whimpers slowly turning to you moaning his name. his fingers swiftly disappeared inside you, causing your back to arch both out of shock and satisfaction from how long it felt like you waited. “f-fuck, ken…thank you, feels so good” with his ring and middle finger no longer visible from how deep he was, kenma only sped up, simultaneously rubbing at your clit with his thumb and causing your mind to feel fuzzy. “babyy…’wanna cum, please let me cum for you”

“cum for me, love. you can do it, come on baby.”

he watched you like he was analysing you, waiting for when you were ever so close— before moving his hands away completely, depriving you of the orgasm you were chasing and contradicting his words. you looked back at him, his eyes meeting yours with a smirk on his face. god, he was such a sadist but he looked so good.

you watched him pull the ribbon on his grey sweats apart, his bulge almost forcing its way out. although you saw it countless times before, you were always more surprised by the size everytime you saw it— you constantly wondered how it ever fit in you. “come on, don’t look at it like that. we’ll make it fit, yeah?” his cock slid in your hole so easily, as if you were moulded to his shape. both you and kenma’s moans mixing to create a polyphony of sorts, his voice whiny and desperate to ruin you. “fuck…k-ken, i cant..”

“baby…i’m not even all the way in. take it for me, yeah? i know you can.”

you never got used to how full he made you feel. the way he slowly but harshly forced his cock into you, stretching you out as you watched him disappear up to the base. he slowly pulled out until his head met your entrance once again, watching your every move, every reaction looking for the slightest hint of discomfort—he always noticed the little things. despite how sweet he could be, he completely contradicted that the second he slammed his cock back into you, merciless to how sore this would make you in the next few hours. speaking through whimpers, you barely managed to make out words, “k-ken, fuck…please, i can’t”. regardless of your pleas, kenma only revelled in your desperation, throwing his head back with curses leaving his lips. his pace only quickened, maintaining the same force and mercilessness he had before. “f-fuck, you feel so good…you’re so good for me, my angel” his words were so different to his actions, praising you like you were sent from heaven itself yet physically degrading you with his cock.

your mind was fuzzy, completely blank with nothing but the thought and feeling of overstimulation, moans turning into tears and unintelligible pleading. “k-ken…’wanna, please, please, please” at this point, it would be more of a miracle if he even understood what you were asking for. his voice was breathless, speaking between his pretty moans, “few more minutes, baby…please, you can wait for me, right?” although he too was chasing his orgasm, he only wanted to make you do the same—he knew how sensitive you were to this and he only wanted to heighten that feeling. he was so ruthless. he always said he hated getting tired yet his stamina was unwavering.

although it had only been a few minutes, time went slower than anything, kenma wiping the sweat from his brows while thin strands of his blonde hair slightly stuck to his face. “fuck, baby, i’m close…cum with me, please, cum for me, come on.” his words acting like a cue; you waited so long, or it felt like it, you only needed him to say those few words. your voices were intertwined, both of you riding out your long awaited orgasm and feeling him fill you up, practically spilling out of your hole. although you were completely breathless, your energy depleted, kenma only kept going, making sure none of his cum was wasted and every last drop stayed inside.

after you both slightly caught your breath, he ran his hands over your face, wiping the tears from your cheeks and kissing your lips, “god, i love you. so, so proud of you.”

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