He could have purred with how comfortable he felt. Still warm from his shower he was perfectly seated on the couch, the pillow in his lower back just right, your head leaning on his shoulder while you watched your favorite movie after a long day. Halloween candy that would never make it to the 31st was strewn on the coffee table, building a somewhat chaotic decoration for the crumbs on your plates, leftover from tonight’s dinner.
Your boyfriend gently ran his fingertips over your shoulder and squeezed you tight when you shuddered at the tickling touch. With his free hand that just a moment ago tossed a chocolate into his mouth, he now grabbed onto your legs that lay over his lap, rubbing his thumb over your addictively plush thigh. As he debated on how best to initiate a soft to medium steamy make-out session he saw you delete a long unsent message to your best friend.
“What was that?”, he asked curiously.
“What was what?”
“That. You just typed out a whole message with emojis and everything and didn’t send it. Why?”
You shrugged, “Changed my mind. Not important enough.”
“Not im- baby, do you do that a lot?”
Another shrug and he knew you well enough to take that as a Yes.
“Do you do that with me?”, he asked, slightly alarmed.
“I just don’t wanna bother you.”, you said simply.
“Hold up.”, he paused the movie and sat up straight to look at you, “Are you telling me I could be getting a lot more content from you throughout my day?”
“Am I an influencer now?”, you laughed.
“Baby, don’t change the subject. I signed up for premium membership when we started dating. That means Behind The Scenes, bloopers, reactions, everything!” He wanted to make sure you knew he was serious about this, so he dropped the playful tone a little and entwined his fingers with yours, “Please don’t filter yourself, gorgeous. Especially not for me. You’re never a bother. Never too much, ya hear me?”
motoya falls for a girl so stoic he can’t tell if she’s here to date him or emotionally assassinate him.
you were known for your face.
and not in the way komori thought you should be—like, “she’s so pretty i might perish dramatically in front of everyone with zero regrets.” no, you were known for your expression. the expression that never changed. the expression that could watch a building collapse and you’d still look like you were politely waiting for bus number 48 to arrive.
stoic. unreadable. the human version of “…” in a text.
you got it from your father—a man so stone-faced he once met sakusa’s aunt during new years and she genuinely thought he was a wax statue.
komori motoya fell in love with it instantly.
and violently.
the first time he ever saw you was in the hallway outside the gym, calmly eating a melon bread while itachiyama’s girls squealed past you about how “sakusa-kun looked like a god when he served today.”
meanwhile, komori walked by, half-dehydrated, holding sakusa’s extra wipes like a glorified purse. and you, with the facial expression of a tax auditor, glanced at him once.
just once.
and komori folded like a lawn chair in a tornado.
his brain short-circuited.
his soul left his body.
his knees physically buckled like he’d been struck by lightning and cupid at the same time.
you nodded at him. expression unchanged.
he had the audacity to blush like you’d whispered something sinful in his ear.
and then—
then the teasing started.
he didn’t understand how it was possible for someone with a face carved from marble to be the most effective flirter in the building. each time you spoke, each time you tilted your head the slightest degree, each time you pushed a stray hair behind your ear with the gentlest fingers known to mankind—komori basically combusted.
𓏵
today was no different.
practice had ended and sakusa was stretching in the corner while komori wiped sweat off his forehead, already glancing toward the door because he knew.
you always showed up at this time.
walking in with your slow, calm footsteps, expression completely neutral, like you weren’t the most emotionally destructive force in his life.
the door slid open.
there you were.
and komori, poor komori, dropped the towel like a 40-year-old Victorian man seeing exposed ankles.
“hey,” you said softly, the same calm tone that made him want to lie face-down on the floor and scream into the earth.
“h-hi—” his voice cracked like a 13-year-old boy discovering puberty.
you blinked at him. no smile, no smirk. just pure serene stillness.
the kind of face monks probably trained centuries to achieve.
but your eyes… they lingered.
that was the problem. your eyes always lingered.
you stepped closer, brushing a loose thread off his jersey sleeve.
“you’re sweating,” you murmured.
komori nearly ascended.
“y-yeah, practice, haha, you know, running— jumping— existing— i mean—"
you hummed, a soft, tiny sound that hit him harder than any spike.
and then—
you leaned in slightly. not flirtatiously. not dramatically. just gently, calmly, like you always did.
“you did well today,” you whispered.
if sakusa didn’t catch komori by the collar he might’ve fallen straight to the floor.
sakusa sighed. “get a grip.”
komori is gripping absolutely nothing.
your face remained unchanged. but your tone? your tone was the equivalent of warm sunlight on a winter morning. soft. kind. something that made komori want to protect you despite the fact he was 99% sure you'd beat him in a staring contest until he burst into tears.
he loved it.
he loved you.
and unfortunately, he was convinced you liked sakusa.
because everyone liked sakusa.
girls slipped love letters into sakusa’s locker daily. someone knitted him a scarf. someone else wrote a confession poem titled “hands so pure they must be sanitized.” sakusa ignored most of it, but komori noticed how you always went quiet when sakusa walked by.
never reacting. never blushing. never anything.
which, in komori’s dramatic mind, meant: you obviously liked him.
what he didn’t know was that you went quiet around sakusa because komori was next to him—and talking to komori made you feel uncharacteristically warm, and you didn’t know how to handle warmth.
𓏵
today, komori couldn’t take it anymore.
after practice, he found you outside under the sakura tree, scrolling on your phone with the exact same expression one might wear while filing taxes.
“can i— uh— talk to you?” he stammered.
you looked up at him slowly. “you are talking to me.”
he wheezed. he physically wheezed.
whole lungs malfunctioning.
“i just— i wanted to ask…” he swallowed, ears turning red, then scarlet, then full nuclear-core temperature. “d-do you… maybe… like sakusa?”
a pause.
a blink.
you tucked your phone away, staring up at him with that same unreadable face that made komori’s entire stomach fold into origami.
“…no,” you said simply.
“oh.”
another blink.
“i like you,” you added.
komori died.
komori actually died.
his knees hit the dirt. he threw his hands over his face. he made a sound so high-pitched an entire flock of birds took off from the tree in panic.
“m-me?” he squeaked from behind his fingers.
“yes.”
he peeked at you, eyes wide, pupils blown like he had seen god and god winked at him.
you, expression still the emotional equivalent of a closed refrigerator door, tilted your head. “should i repeat it?”
“NO— i mean— yes— i mean— wait— WAIT HOLD ON—”
you leaned closer, voice soft as velvet. “motoya.”
he melted.
actually melted.
his soul dripped out like lava.
“i like you,” you whispered again.
and this time, his nose started bleeding.
not like a cute anime trickle.
no.
full-on geyser.
sudden, catastrophic, medically concerning.
you stared at the blood. “should i get tissues?”
“NO— I MEAN— YES— I MEAN— YOU CAN’T JUST— SAY IT LIKE THAT— I’M FRAGILE—” he sputtered, pinching the bridge of his nose as he panicked.
you reached out and gently wiped a bit of blood from under his eye.
soft hands. gentle touch. stoic face.
komori nearly fainted again.
once he finally stopped hemorrhaging emotions (and blood), you both sat on the grass. you stayed close. closer than normal. your shoulder touched his, and he felt like he might spontaneously combust into artisanal charcoal.
“so…” he said shyly. “you like me.”
“yes.”
“and… you want to… maybe… go out sometime?”
you nodded once. simple. calm. definitive. “yes.”
he let out a noise that could only be described as a dying kettle.
you turned to him, finally—finally—breaking your stoic look with the tiniest smile. not big. not dramatic. but soft. real. gentle enough to crash his entire nervous system.
“does that make you happy?” you asked.
“happy? HAPPY?” his voice cracked again. “i feel like someone injected fireworks into my bloodstream— i feel like i could bench-press a train— i feel like—”
you rested your head lightly on his shoulder.
he stopped breathing.
completely.
you spoke quietly, eyes half-lidded, tone melting with warmth:
“i like you, motoya. i want to be with you.”
he inhaled sharply, clutching his chest like love physically punched him.
“i… i wanna be with you too,” he whispered back.
you reached for his hand. he let you take it instantly. your fingers intertwined with a slowness that felt sacred—like it was something meant to happen all along.
komori squeezed your hand gently.
you squeezed back.
“motoya?” you murmured.
“y-yeah?”
“can i kiss you?”
he short-circuited so violently sakusa probably felt it from across campus.
and then you leaned in, expression still calm, eyes soft, lips brushing his with the faintest, sweetest pressure—
and komori felt the world tilt.
flowers blooming somewhere far too dramatically.
romance movie violins playing even though no one hired musicians.
the sakura tree above you practically shedding petals like confetti.
when you pulled back, face unchanged, you whispered:
“you’re very cute when you blush.”
and then he died again. happily. dramatically. beautifully.
komori wasn’t sure if you froze him or melted him.
all he knew was—
you touched his hand again,
and he became warmth itself.
n: just like what i told @forgottensniper and i quote “komori is the most down bad marshmallow to ever breathe”
Inspired by this post by @alienaiver -> Shinsou -> Kuroo
Warning: Bathroom talk. Nothing too graphic, but if that's not your thing...
“Are you pregnant?” You ask. Komori stops cold, hands holding his bloated stomach.
“Does it look that bad?” He asks, voice rushed. He turns toward the mirror in the hallway. “Oh my god, you’re right. I do look pregnant.”
“What did you eat?” You get up from the Couch, walking up to him only to sling your arms around him. “Is it going to be a boy or a girl?”
Komori grins, rubbing a circle over his stomach for show. “Neither. I’m birthing a Gremlin.”
“Ah, so that’s how Sakusa was born.”
He laughs softly before groaning, hands pressing against his stomach yet again, but for another reason.
“Suna wanted to eat at KFC after practice.”
“Aw,” you hum, putting your hands over his. “Did you eat the spicy sauce again? You know it has egg in it.”
“But it tastes so good,” Komori huffs, blowing up his cheeks. “And I don’t think it’s the egg that’s the problem.”
“Maybe,” you agree. “We could do a test-”
“No, no, I’m fine.” Komori shakes his head. “I’m going to make some tea.”
“And after that, we’re going for a walk.”
“No,” he whines. “I don’t wanna go for a fart walk. Training was brutal today.”
“Komori, I love you, but I won’t sleep in one bed with you when you’re bloated like that.”
He presents his best puppy-dog-eyes.
“Just fifteen minutes,” you reason but now he’s the one hanging off you, whining.
-
“How are you feeling?” You ask, the cups empty on the table, his head in your lap.
“Better,” Komori hums, eyes closed.
“Good enough to join me? I’m craving a chocolate.”
“Chocolate?” He perks up. “Which one?”
“The one with the sprinkles?”
“Oh yeah, we could get a few bars for the week.” Komori kisses you, pulls you up at the same time. “Let’s go! The chocolate is waiting!”
You laugh as you follow him, almost tripping over your legs as he rushes you to get ready.
The air outside is still pleasantly warm and Komori pulls you in for a kiss at every corner, swinging your hands in between your bodies as he talks about everything and nothing at all.
It’s only on the way back that he stops, eyes widening.
“We’re doing the fart walk!” He exclaims.
“I don’t know what you mean,” you say, taking a bit off the fancy chocolate in your hands.
“No, no, that was a trick!” He’s pointing his finger now, nevermind the fact that he’s still holding your hand as he’s pointing. “It’s the perfect fart walk distance. You tricked me.”
For a moment you think about denying it. But then again-
“You got chocolate,” you tell him, leaning into him. “Can you really be mad?”
pairing: komori x reader, may as well be f!reader
genre: fluff
cw: none
wc: ~1k
“It’s only my cousin.”
Only?
You watch Komori readjust his bow tie.
His eyes travel over to you hovering at his bedroom door.
Seeing the anxiety on your face, he continues, “You’ve met Kiyoshi before.
“And Misa will be sleeping. Remember to move her out of the-“
“-car seat and onto the bed in the guest room. Place pillows around the edge so she doesn’t roll off.”
The two of you rehearsed what to do the entire day.
He grins at you, “See? Nothing to worry about.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come along?”
He’s not your boyfriend nor are you dating. It won’t be right. “Your cousin will be even more upset if I cancel on him.”
Upset with you.
You don’t want to end up on his blacklist.
He tugs both ends to the side. “Kiyoomi will understand.”
Komori asked, begged, nagged for several months to let you babysit Kiyoshi and Misaki.
Their father agreed on several conditions.
They couldn’t go to your place. Komori’s is deemed the most safe appropriate. “There’d be no one to watch the kids last minute.”
He disappears into the bathroom. “I’m sure my Aunt and Uncle will. My parents would too.”
He says it so casually like they aren’t his kids. They aren’t, but they’re still family. His nephew adores him. His niece is getting there.
The trip to him is already out of your way. “I didn’t plan for it and I have nothing to wear.”
“I’m sure his wife can find you something,” he says from the bathroom.
The kids will have to be shuffled back home. By then, there wouldn’t be enough time to return here. You would have to babysit there.
Stuck at the Sakusas.
At least the baby can sleep in her bed.
It’ll be weirder when you’ve never been there.
You sigh, turning to go to the living room.
After what happened, the Sakusas only let family or carefully vetted out individuals to babysit their children. You’d be wary too if someone fed your kid what they weren’t supposed to eat or were part of their normal diet.
If it’s bad now, wait until their daughter is a teenager.
Right as you settle onto the sofa, the doorbell rings.
Komori’s voice carried from the bedroom. “Could you get the door? I’ll be out after I grab my jacket.”
Punctual.
When you open the door, a tall figure towers over you.
Sakusa’s so out of place, carrying a backpack and dressed in a tux. One hand held a baby car seat and the other held his toddler son’s hand, who’s wearing a tee and shorts, who’s also a mini replica of him.
“Kiyo- I mean, Sakusa-san.” Sakusa raised an eyebrow. Komori kept ranting and raving Kiyoomi this and that, it rubbed off on you. “I’m sorry.”
There’s many instances where you've met or conversed with him in public settings.
This is more personal, but you’re still an outsider.
It doesn’t help his son’s name has the same first four letters in romaji.
Komori keeps saying he’s like all the other guys.
The man standing in front of you…
There’s nothing normal about Sakusa Kiyoomi.
Normal to Komori. His wife. Kids. Family.
Not to you.
If this is a test, the night’s off to a bad start.
Komori peers around you. “Where’s the wife? I thought she was dropping the kids off.”
Yes, you would’ve preferred her.
She’s more easy going than he is.
“She’s waiting in the car.” Sakusa doesn’t blink when he looks at his cousin briefly then shifts his eyes to you. “I wanted to make sure you didn’t switch it up on me and it’s not a weirdo I’m handing my kids off to.”
Ouch.
His words fully sink in.
Double ouch.
There’s an air of awkwardness.
“Hey, kiddo.” Komori reaches out to ruffle Kiyoshi’s hair.
“Hi, Uncle.” Sakusa’s index finger taps on the back of his son’s hand. Kiyoshi greets you, “Onee-san.”
When you’re still blocking the doorway, Komori gently moves you to the side so his cousin, nephew, and niece can step in.
“Any last minute instructions for y/n?”
Sakusa’s eyes never leave you as he hands the baby to Komori. “Kiyoshi had dinner already. He can only have a snack if he gets hungry.”
You nod. Snack only. The pantry is full of them.
Sometimes you wonder if Komori is shopping for himself or his nephew.
Komori sets the baby down next to the sofa and pulls back the canopy. “She’s so peaceful.”
Kiyoshi wriggles his hand free from his father’s and follows after removing his shoes. He squats down in front of his sister, tucking in a corner of the blanket she kicked off her.
“If Misa wakes up, make a bottle of formula for her using distilled water only.” Sakusa moves the backpack off his shoulder to hand you. One of your hands reaches out for it, but he retracts his. “Let me check to make sure everything’s in here.”
Komori’s ringtone goes off when he returns to your side. He pulls his phone out of his pants’ pocket. “Oh, look, it’s your wife calling.”
As he steps into his dress shoes, he hesitates putting it on speaker. At the last second, he changes his mind. “Yes?”
It may not be on speaker, but since he’s so close you can hear the voice clearly.
“Motoya, is my husband harassing y/n?”
“Um… No, he’s not. He’s checking to make sure all the kids’ stuff are in the backpack.”
A text notification goes off. Sakusa straightens himself to pull out his phone.
“I’m coming upstairs.”
“No need. We’re coming down now. Bye!” He hangs up to hurry his cousin out the door.
Once Sakusa is outside in the hallway, Komori doubles back to you. He leans in, brushing his lips against your cheek lightly.
Without realizing what he did, as if it’s normal to him, he winks at his nephew. “See you both in a few hours.”
You’re still standing there frozen to the spot when he closes the door.
It didn’t escape another pair of eyes.
A small voice speaks out from behind you, “Did my Uncle just kiss you?”
Komori tending to your injuries after a small volleyball game you play with him and Sakusa
(A/N: I received a volleyball from a Wing Spiker and my wrist was all blue and purple afterwards and it gave me Komori fever I dunno why. Also, this little story is not my best, I apologize for that. But it’s honest work lol)
Motoya Komori x Reader "Violets"
It was a sunny Thursday afternoon and you’re hanging out with two of your classmates from Itachiyama Academy, named Motoya Komori and Kiyoomi Sakusa.
Sakusa and Komori are currently practicing their spikes and receives for the next game practice against a local college next Wednesday.
You’re just sitting on a blanket in the grass while reading the latest manga of „Buddy Daddies“. A gentle breeze flows through your hair and the only sound you can hear is the rustling of the leaves of the tree you’re sitting underneath and the sound of the volleyball bouncing.
You’re so invested in your book that you don’t see Komori approaching you and sitting down right next to you with a huff.
Peeking at him from the corner of your eye, you see him drinking from his bottle that he brought with him. His slightly sweaty state is making you blush and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Sakusa as he watches you and his cousin.
Putting the bottle down, Komori leans back on his hands and calms his breathing. Putting his hands behind him, he leans back and leans over a little bit to see what you are reading. His actions make your heart go crazy.
"What are you reading?“ Komori asks in a sweet voice.
You show him the cover of the manga.
"It’s called 'Buddy Daddies'. It’s about two spies taking care of a young girl after they accidentally killed her dad. It’s sounds dark but it’s actually a very cute and funny story.“ You explain to him.
"You‘ve got to lend it to me sometime!“ He exclaims excitedly as he continues to look at you with a gleam in his eyes.
"Komori. Let’s get back to playing.“ Sakusa demands in a bored voice.
At the sound of his cousin‘s voice, Komori turns back to Sakusa and pouts a bit.
"Sakusa, I need a break. We‘ve been going at it for almost two hours now.“ The light-haired brunette huffs in exhaustion.
The black-haired Wing Spiker scowls at his cousin’s response.
Feeling bad for Sakusa, you say the words already before you can stop yourself, surprising yourself and the two second-years.
"Why don’t I receive your spikes while Motoya rests, Kiyo?“ You suggest with a shy smile.
Both boys look at you with shock, with Komori being unsure about your offer.
"Uh (Y/N)… not that I doubt your abilities but you‘ve never played Volleyball before have you? And you also never received any of Sakusa‘s spikes before. They could easily bruise your skin really bad.“ The Libero warns you with an unsure look that almost makes you swoon with how worried he is about you and how much he cares about you.
Reassuring them that you will be fine, you begin to get up to stand across from Sakusa at least 20 feet away from him.
Remembering how the Libero stands, you try to mimic his stance like when he plays Volleyball.
Without further redo, Sakusa throws the ball in the air before he slams it with full force towards you.
You keep your stance but the ball comes flying like a bullet into your direction.
With the huge amount of force Sakusa used in his spike, it slams so hard into your right wrist, that it bounces right off with a loud 'WHAM‘. The mere power of Sakusa‘s spike sends you falling on your bottom.
Hearing your panicked crush yell out your name, he quickly makes his way over to you with frantic footsteps.
Sakusa slowly walks over to you and Komori with a blank look on his face but still keeps his distance to check and make sure you’re okay from a safe spot.
"(Y/N)? You okay? Do I need to take you to the nurse?“ The brunette checks you all over. As soon as he touches your right wrist you visibly flinch and hiss due to the pain.
Komori checks your wrist and sees it swelling up and being very red due to the ball‘s landing on your skin.
"I will take you to the nurse, come on.“ Placing a hand gently on your lower back, you begin to walk with Komori together to the nurse’s office in the academy. Sakusa stares after your retreating figures, shrugging and turning away to continue to train until he passes out.
After you and Komori went to see the school nurse, you came back out with an ice package holding your right wrist and a bandage wrapped around it. The both of you walk in silence and the Libero suggests to take you back to your dorm room.
"Thank you Motoya, I would appreciate that.“ You smile at him and you see his cheeks and the tips of his ears turning red. He begins to rub his neck out of nervousness and accompanies you to your dorm room.
Once you both arrive at the front door of your room, you turn to Motoya and thank him for bringing you back safely.
The green-eyed second year gives you an unsure look before gulping nervously.
"Uh (Y/N)… I-I am sorry if this seems kind of forward o-or personal… but uh… c-can I check your wrist?“ He stutters out.
Surprised by his request, you hold your wrist out to him nonetheless.
Now holding your wrist in both of his rough hands, he begins to unwrap the bandage and grimaces at the sight.
The inside of your wrist is covered in little blue and purple bruise patches. It even shocks you that Sakusa‘s spike was so powerful, that it bruised your skin so bad, that you actually have different colored skin from the impact.
But that’s what you get for receiving one of Japan‘s top three ace’s spikes. Guess it was too much for your delicate skin.
"I am really sorry about Sakusa‘s harsh spike (Y/N)… I could have prevented this.“ You feel bad by listening to his words and his sad face is also making you upset as well.
"Motoya, I am fine, really. It’s just a bruise, it‘ll fade away eventually. Next time I‘ll let you do your amazing job at receiving his spikes instead of me.“ You giggle and it seems to lift the Libero‘s mood a little bit.
"Well, if you say so. Text me if you need anything. I‘ll see you tomorrow in Chemistry class.“
Before you can reply though, Komori bends down just a tiny bit towards your wrist, just to press the most gentle kiss on your bruise. It only lasts for a short second but his affectionate move makes you feel like your heart stopped for a second and you swear, your brain shortcuts as well.
Watching you with extremely red cheeks and gleamy eyes, the brunette begins to walk back to his own dorm room, leaving you at the door with a pacing heart.
As you watch Komori walk away, he stops for a second and turns around to look at you once more before he leaves.
He winks at you and departs his way to the stairs without waiting on your reaction.
That’s it.
You’re officially a melted puddle on the front door mat in front of your dorm room because of Motoya freaking Komori.
Becomes a tomato . Blushes so hard you think he’s going to explode . Would stutter and not know how to reply . But happy about you comment because you are the first one to call him pretty
Kageyama , Aran , Gao , hinata , bokuto ( would just be really happy to have you compliment him ) , lev , Asahi , yamaguchi
Flirt backs . He would be like ‘ i know , but you are prettier ‘ . Secretly happy that you called him pretty boy tho . He needs that assurance from time to time
Atsumu , hirugami , Kita , komori ( he and Kita are genuinely just complimenting you ) , konoha , kuroo, matsukawa
Acknowledges your reply with a hum or nod .and quietly thanks you . And you can see the blush rising up his neck . Internally cooing at you and how cute you are even though you are the one that called him pretty .
Sakusa , akaashi, kenma , kai , daichi , iwaizumi
Shameless about it , Would be shocked for a moment then proceed to tease you . ‘ you think I’m pretty ?’ . Grins so wide . Has no shame , would twirl your hair and peck your nose . In the end you would be the flustered one instead of him .
Suna , hoshuimi , osamu , tsukishima , yaku , ushijima ( he is just shocked) , sugawara , oikawa ( he knows he is pretty ) , hanamaki
Komori Motoya x Female! Reader (she/ her pronouns)
⚠️ 18+ CONTENT; MINORS DNI ⚠️
Warnings: best friends to lovers, swearing, SMUT, male and female giving/receiving, unprotected penatrive sex (reader is on birth control but don't be stupid like my dumbass), Slight angst, mostly fluff, probably bad editing, definitely bad grammar
Word count: 4.5 K
A/N: I'm sad so here's some smut 😃
You cheered, watching your best friends amazing receive as you stood, clapping and shouting loudly. You were always the loudest during EJP Raijin games and you know that the team appreciated you support especially your best friend,Komori Motoya, the teams Libero.
You had met Komori randomly about a year ago, accidently bumping into him at a bookstore. You had been looking for the next addition to the Manga set you were reading, standing back and pondering if you should get volume 29 and volume 30 at the same time. You hadn't noticed someone coming up from behind you until you accidentally backed into them, their books crashing to the ground.
"Oh my goodness! I'm so so sorry!" You said, quickly reaching down to grab the books, lifting and handing them over to a man who towered above you. He looked at you, smiling as you smiled back. He was cute, around your age.
"Hey what volume are you on?" He said, looking at you.
"Excuse me?" You said, looking confused. He pointed down to the Manga in your hands as the words suddenly all made sense.
"Oh umm volume 29! I just finished 28 last night-" "and you had to get 29 and 30" he said as you both laughed.
"Yeah it's such a great story. Kind of slow at first but it picks up pretty quick" you say, smiling back. "Wait, are you just starting that?" You said, glancing at his pile and noticing one of your all time favorites amongst it.
"Yeah, I umm have some time off so I'm trying to catch up on my reading" he says, rubbing the back of his head.
"Oh my god you'll love it! It's probably one of the top best friends to lovers stories I've ever read! So much angst, it totally made me cry but I'm a crier" you said, awkwardly laughing. The man smiled at you "I'm Motoya Komori" he said, extending his hand. You smiled, rearranging your books and shaking his hand "YN LN, it's so nice to meet you Motoya!" He beamed down at you as you returned the smile.
"Hey this is kind of forward of me but I was wondering if you'd like to have coffee" he said as your eyes widened. "I'd love to!! They have a great coffee shop-" "just down the street" he said finishing your sentence as you both laughed. You gathered your books, checked out and made your way to the coffee shop.
It's hard to believe it had been an entire year being best friends with Toya. When you first learned of his profession as a Libero for EJP Raijin, you nearly choked.
"A professional volleyball player?? Holy crap Motoya that's amazing!" You said, cooing over him as he blushed at your response. "It's definitely an interesting job" he said "I'm currently on break right now so I have time to kill. Usually I'm pretty busy with practice" he added "what do you do YN?" he asked.
"Well, my job isn't nearly as glamorous but it's pretty awesome. I'm actually a makeup and hair artist for brides, actors and actresses, you name it. I'm also currently on a break in between shoots for a movie I'm working on" you said. "Wow that's amazing YN! You must be so talented" he said. "Well, I like to think so" you said chuckling.
Your friendship with Komori grew stronger and stronger over the months. You hung out, texting and face timing when you could. It was hard when his season picked up, knowing he'd be busy almost everyday with intense practices. He'd often call you at 10pm, your phone ringing as you read in bed. It became your new routine and you loved it.
"Hey bestie, did you finish that chapter?" Komori added getting into bed as you groaned causing him to chuckle. It never escaped you how handsome he looked, his hair still wet from a shower and his t-shirt hanging lose on his thin, muscular frame.
"Serious Toya, that chapter was the ABSOLUTE WORST! It's like these two can't see how perfect they are for each other and it's utterly destroying me! Like he totally loves her and she loves him and yet here we are!" You say throwing you hands in the air as Komori belts out another laugh. He cherished these moments with you. You’re new routine had felt natural, so good.
"Well I mean, it's all part of the story line YN, not like you can just rush love" he says, snuggling in as you close your book and settle in. "Yeah I guess" you groan again in frustration.
"Hey are you coming to the game this weekend? I got a seat saved for you" he said, excited for you to come to your first game. You roll your eyes and smile "yes Toya, you've all but prepared me for this moment and I'm ready! Plus that volleyball Manga you gave me helped too" you added as Komori smiled. "Great, I can't wait!" He said, yawning as his eyes fluttered closed. "Goodnight Toya" you said, snuggling down and falling asleep with your best friend on FaceTime.
The day had come for the game as you readied yourself on FaceTime with your friend. "Do you think this crop top and jeans are ok Tia?" You ask as you friend nods, studying you as you grab your curling iron to begin fixing your hair. "So much work for a volleyball game YN? Seriously when are you going to tell Komori you like him?" She said. You gasped, nearly dropping the curling iron.
"He's my best friend Tia! It's not like that with us" you said, curling your hair and pining it, spraying it with hairspray to help it set. "Sure whatever you say YN. It's not like you two don't spend every waking hour together. Every minute you have free together" she said.
"That's what best friend do Tia! They hang out" you snipped. "And I'm sure best friends fall asleep with each other on FaceTime every night right?" She says as you look away from your phone, trying to ignore your friend.
"I thought so. You like Komori!" She gushed as you finished your hair, grabbing your make up bag to start your look. "I like him as my best friend Tia! You know, kind of like how you and I are" you said.
Tia shook her head "YN, you and I are no where near ToyaYN status" she said as you began beating your face with your beauty blender.
"ToyaYN?? Is that our ship name?" You said as Tia nodded her head. "Seriously YN the man is a hot professional athlete! You can't tell me you've never noticed how amazing he looks!" She said. You in fact had noticed how incredible your best friend looked. His body was chiseled, his muscles lean with a full 6 pack and heavy thighs. You had seen Toya more than once without a shirt and the thought made your belly heat up. You shook your head, grabbing your eyeliner and placing it on trying to shake the image from your mind. "YN you good" Tia snickers as you glared at her, grabbing your lashes and applying them. "Knock it off Tia, we are best friends and nothing more.
You arrived at the arena, dressed in a yellow boho crop top, boyfriend jeans and flats. You grabbed onto your bag as you made your way to the box office.
"Umm hi, my friend said he left a ticket for me here" you said to the lady behind the office. "Oh yes! Miss YN I presume??" You nodded as the lady turned around grabbing your ticket and leaving her office. "Komori was so excited for you to come today. Here I'll show you to your seat dear" she said as you nodded, thanking her and making your way into the large stadium. The crowd was loud as you looked down to the large court. You could see thousands of people waiting for the match to begin.
The lady showed you to your seat as you thanked her again, sitting down as you awaited the players. The first team to appear was the MSBY Black Jackals, dressed in all black. Your eyes widened at their height next to the referees, looking like actual titans. You smiled and clapped when you heard EJP Raijin announced, the team coming up and standing at the end line. You smiled at you saw Komori, he looked so handsome in his white EJP uniform. He looked over, smiling at you as you smiled back and waved a little.
As the game progressed you got so into it. Cheering and clapping at every EJP receive and point. The game had ended, EJP taking the victory as you sat waiting for the fans to clear. You waited made your way down to the court while you watched Komori talked with interviewers. You were shocked at how big all the players were courtside. You had always thought Komori was tall but seeing all these men, you felt tiny next to them.
"Oh my god that's Komori and Suna" you head squealing coming from besides you. You looked to see a pack of women, ogling at Komori and EJP's middle blocker Suna Rintaro. When you saw Komori was done he smiled at you as you began to walk towards him, suddenly to be shoved out of the way by rampant fan girls screaming at Komori. You had been shoved into the back of a tall, black jackals player.
"Oh my I'm so sorry" you said turning to see him staring down at you. "You're not rampant like those other ones" he said, glaring over his mask. "Umm no? I mean you guys are human too right?" You said looking at him and smiling.
You heard your name called as you turn to see Komori trying to make his way towards you. You smile and wave noticing some of the girls hanging on to him. The thought irked you as Komori approached you, smiling.
"Hey! You look beautiful" he said, smiling down at you as he hauled you into a sweaty hug. You laughed "Toya eww!" You said as he pulled back not realizing he had hugged you fully sweaty after 5 rounds of intense volleyball.
"Haha sorry YN I just got excited" he said "I see you've met my cousin. YN this is Kiyoomi Sakusa. Kiyoomi this is YN LN." You smile, extending your hand as Sakusa returns your greeting, nodding.
"You want to get dinner?" Toya asked as you nodded. "Let me go change and shower then I'll met you out by the exits. Did you drive?” he asked.
"No I took the train, figured the parking would be horrendous" you said as Komori smiled back. "I'll give you a ride home afterwards" he said as you nodded again. Komori left you, running into the locker rooms where he began to strip his clothes.
"I see YN came to the game today. Did she enjoy it?" His teammates Washio questioned.
"I'm pretty sure she did. We are getting dinner after I get ready" he said, pulling his shirt over his head.
"Just dinner?" Suna snickered as Komori peered at him, confused. "I mean, probably" he responded.
"Dude you are pathetic" Suna added as Washio shook his head. Komori looked at Suna still confused.
"Dude, YN is hot as fuck! I mean, literally an 11 out of 10!" Suna said. Komori scoffed and rolled his eyes "Dude she's my best friend.”
"Ok so you won't be mad if I ask her out then?" Suna asked, smirking as Komori stopped, turning to glare at Suna.
"Yeah you've got it bad for your bestie Komori" he said as he got up and headed to the showers. Washio chuckled as Komori slammed his locker shut "What's so funny?" Komori asked.
"I'm laughing because he's right. And you are the only two people who don’t see how perfect you are for each other." Washio said walking to the showers. Komori stood by his locker. His head feel back as he thought about you. You were his best friend, the person he trusted and cared for. Sure he found you incredibly beautiful and he loved hanging out with you. He cherished your nightly chats and everything you tow shared. He hated when you talked about going on dates with other guys, and how none of them treated you right. But that's what best friend did right? They cared for one another. Komori walked to the showers, head clouded with thoughts.
He walked to the front, looking for you as he sees you standing by the door. You look incredibly beautiful, your hair and makeup perfect as always. You look so cute in your outfit and your smile as you see him is utterly breathtaking. His heart warms at the thought of you.
"Hey" you say running up to him "you ready?" Your eyes sparking with excitement as he pulls you in a for a big hug, kissing the top of your head. "I'm so glad you came YN" he said, hugging you tight. Your heart fluttered as you hug him back, his body flush against yours, molded perfectly together. He pulls back as you do the same, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the doors.
The next few weeks go on as normal. You talk with Komori everyday, sharing everything about your day and your life. He tells you about an interview he has coming up and you say your excited to watch. You sit back, pulling up the live interview on your phone as you tune in just in time for the beginning.
"Komori Motoya, Libero for the every popular EJP Raijin, joins us now! Komori thank you so much for coming" the interviewer says as Komori smiles and nods "thank you for having me."
They go on to talk about the normal stuff, volleyball and such. Then one question catches your interest. "So Komori, tell us, is there anyone special in your life? A girlfriend perhaps?" The interviewer asks. You see Komori smile as a small blush creeps on his face.
"Well actually their is" he said "but umm I don't feel comfortable saying anymore" he said as the interviewer nodded. You felt your heart sink into your stomach. You talked with Komori every single day and not once had he mentioned liking someone. The thought of Komori with another woman made your heart break. You felt a tear sneak down your face as you tried desperately to hide your hurt from yourself. You felt your heart breaking as you turned phone off, curling into your bed as you cried to yourself. You heard your phone ring, knowing Komori would be calling you. You clicked the hang up button, messaging him and telling him you weren't feeling good.
He responded quickly with "Oh OK! If you need anything just let me know! XOXO" the text crushed you aS you pulled the covers over your head, crying harder and harder until sleep took over.
Komori left practice in a bad mood. It had been an entire week and you had been blowing him off. First you said you weren't feeling good, then you said you had a late gig and finally you told him your period cramps were bad. Komori knew you, and he knew these were all lies. He was angry and hurt. This wasn't like you and he wanted to know what was going on. He decided that tonight he would confront you.
You heard the knock on your door as you sighed, getting yourself off the couch. You had been wearing one of Komori's EJP shirts and underwear underneath it. It was hard letting go of him and wearing his shirt kept him close. You checked the peep hole, noticing Komori on the other side. Concerned you opened the door, Komori staring at you as you looked back at him.
"Hey is everything ok" you said, Komori now looking up and down at you, studying your gorgeous body covered in his t-shirt. He shook his head, getting the dirty thoughts og you out of his mind before stepping past you wordlessly.
"Why have you been ignoring me?" He said, arms crossed as his muscles bulged.
"I- what, I haven't been-"
"Yn, we went from talking every single night to you ignoring my calls and texts for an entire week straight! Now what the hell is going on?" He said sternly.
You stood up a little taller and looked at him "well I'm sorry if I didn't want to interrupt your time with your new girlfriend" you said huffing as you walked past him, turning the TV off and walking to your room.
"My new what-" he said, confused as he followed you into your room and to your bathroom. "It's nothing Komori-"
"Oh so now I'm Komori" he said, agitation growing as you turned on the sink in your bathroom to wash your face.
"You know what I mean" you say glaring back at him in the mirror.
"No YN I fucking don't! You are my best friend and all of a sudden you just stop talking to me? And what is this about a girlfriend? I don't have a girlfriend!" He said coming next to you as you dried your face, grabbing your moisturizer and slapping it on.
"For fucks sakes Toya I saw the fucking interview! I know you have a crush on some girl, a girl you didn't even tell me about mind you! So yeah, I was a little bit upset" you say, getting into his face before turning and walking out of the bathroom to your room.
"Oh my god YN!! That's what this is about?" He said, laughing without humor.
You turn to him, tears in your eyes, starting to crest as your voice broke as you spoke to him" Y-yes Toya, yes! Is that what you want to hear?? I'm fucking jealous ok!" You say, your voice breaking more as Komori's eyes look at you, tears streaming down your face. You sit on the edge of your bed crying as you wipe the tears away.
"I love you Toya. I love you so much and it broke my heart knowing you're in love with someone else" you said, crying harder into your hands as you rest your elbows on your knees.
He took a deep breath, his heart breaking at seeing you cry. Komori silently approaches you, kneeling in front of you and pulling your hands away from your crying eyes.
"Don’t look at me I look-"
"I love you too" he says, your eyes widening at his words.
"What-"
"YN you were the girl I was talking about during that interview" he said sighing as he held your wrists, down, your gorgeous eyes staring into his. "I- I thought if I admitted it on live television that it would give me the courage to do more, to actually confess" he said laughing "I guess it had the opposite affect huh." He said as you pulled up his chin.
"You're such an idiot" you said, your lips coming down to meet his. Your mouths moved effortlessly against one another as you licked his lower lip, his mouth opening and allowing your entrance. You snaked your tongue inside as you found his, massaging it as you felt him moan into your mouth. His hands going to your thighs as your wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. You broke the kiss, touching his forehead with yours.
"You really love me?" you said, knowing the truth but still loving the words.
"Pretty girl, I love you so much. You're it for me" he said, slamming his lips on yours again as he move his body up onto the bad, crawling on top of you as you worked to remove his jacket.
His hands caressing you bare thigh as he laid beside you, hooking your leg over his, lips still meeting in a heated kiss. You tugged at his shirt as he pulled away, ripping the material over his body. His hands going under your shirt, the touch of his hand on your bare stomach making you seize up in pleasure as he tugged the shirt over your head.
"Fucking spectacular" he said, studying your naked chest as he kissed you again, pulling your body flesh against his, your tits molding into his body.
"Toya-" you breathed, moaning his name as he worked his way down your stomach. He kissed your breasts, licking your nipples and sucking lightly, watching you squirm beneath him.
"I can't tell you how long I've waited for this baby" he said kissing your belly and down to your panty line. You moaned as you felt his fingers remove the lace from your clothed pussy, leaving you bare in front of him. He stood up, looking down at your sweet form, all laid out for him to see.
"Don’t stare like that" you said blushing as he smirked, moving to kneel between your legs as you went up on your elbows.
"What? Can't I stare at my girlfriends pretty pussy? Maybe you want me to do more? Tell me baby, tell me what you want" he said gently kissing your inner thighs. You moaned again, head falling back at the sensitive feeling of his lips on your skin.
"Fuck Toya- please" you said , biting your lower lip as he kissed his way up to your pussy.
"Please what angel?" He said smirking again, a devilish look on his face.
"Please eat my pussy" you cried out as he dove in, sucking and licking at your sensitive clit. The sensation felt incredible as you basked in the feeling of serenity.
"Toya- live, God that feels so good. Please more" you cried as he added two fingers into your hole, his tongue never leaving your clit as he sucked and licked you closer to your release.
"Fuck FUCK OH GOD-" you cried out as your organs slammed hard into you, liquid leaking out onto your bed as you brought your arm to rest over your eyes, breathing hard to catch your breath.
"Fucking hell angel" Toya said as he stood up. You sat up, standing in front of him as you kissed him, your juices tasting emaculate on his tongue. You kissed his neck and chest as you made your way to your knees, undoing his belt and unzipping his pants.
"Baby you dont-" he started to say before you released his thick cock, grabbing it and slowly beginning to stroke.
"I want to" you said in return before playing small locks on the tip of his cock. His breath hitched, head rolling back as he grabbed your hair and held on. You took him into your mouth, sucking and slurping your way down his cock as he moaned your name on repeat.
"Fuck YN-" he groaned as you continued to suck and lick. He pulled you off his cock, lifting you up to kiss you. You pulled away, crawling on the bed as you shook your ass in his direction. He stroked his cock at the sight of your gorgeous form. You looked over your shoulder, eyes inviting him to come and fuck you. He come on the bed, arm going under you before he flipped you onto your back and looked at you.
"The first time I'm making love to you, I want to look you in the eyes. I want to look how beautiful you look on my cock angel" he said before kissing you hard. You moaned into his mouth, grabbing his biceps as you felt his cock probe your wet entrance.
You felt him slowly push in, your body stiffening at his thickness as your mouth went slack. His eyes watched you as yours rolled back into your head at the delicious stretch.
"Fuck" he groaned out, still pushing into you, looking down between you to see how far he was in.
"So tight baby- fuck so perfect" he said as you moaned again. Once he was fully inside, he looked into your eyes "I love you so much YN" he said as you smiled back.
"I love you too Toya" you said as he kissed you deeply, pulling his cock back and pushing in deep, causing you're mouth to fall slack. He slowly picked up the pace, not going too fast or too slow but allowing for you both to feel incredible pleasure.
"I'm close love" you said as you felt your orgasm creeping closer.
"Me too" he groaned feeling your pussy clench around his rock hard cock.
He kissed you harder, his pace quickening and his rhythm changing as he broke from your mouth, moaning.
His head went to your neck as you felt your orgasm crest, your pussy clamping down on his cock as he groaned loudly.
"Fuck I love you I love you so much" he said, stilling deep inside you as you felt his cock pulse, his hips pushing into yours as your nails dug into his biceps. "I love you Toya" you cried out, riding your orgasm out together.
You both heaved, trying to catch your breath as he kissed your shoulder, his face coming to rest in the crook of your neck. You rubbed his back as he slowly lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours.
"Was our first-time makeup sex?" He said as you laughed out loud, a huge smile crossing his face and a laugh coming out.
"Well, I mean, it was technically our first fight." You say shrugging below him.
"I mean, it was more of a misunderstanding" he corrected as you looked at him.
"I can't believe you actually thought I was keeping a secret from you" he said.
"Well, I mean you were technically but it was a good secret" you said kissing his lightly.
"Yeah it was" he said, rolling off of you and hauling you into him.
"It would seem we have some things to talk about" he said.
"Yeah we do but it's all good things" you said snuggling close.
"I love you so much YN" he said kissing your forehead.
"I love you too Motoya"
You cheer louder as Motoya makes an incredible receive, helping the team to score the final point to win the match. As the team thanks their fans, you cheer and scream as he watches you, smiling up at you as you smile and wave back.
After the game, you run down to the court, awaiting the team. You notice the usual fan girls gathering, many of them glaring at you but you pay no mind to them.
When he sees you, he immediately dodges everyone, walking up to you and kissing you as cameras flickers and people bustle around you.
"Komori Komori" an interviewer yells "tell us, what keeps you going?"
Komori smiles and looks down at you ad you look back, placing your diamond clad hand on his chest.
type of boyfriend who trying to cook food for you eat instead going out to buy fast food at restaurant, whenever you're on sick day. he knew, the fact is saying homemade food is more than healthy and better for sick people because it's made by home ingredient which is more healthier. so he's dedicated to trying cook the food that you're craving to. at least you're eating and can drinking the medicine, then he will cook all of food in the world ONLY for you <3
"it's not spicy as my request. are you don't added the pepper?"
"ouh, is that so?"
even so, sometimes he does it without fulfilling your wish completely.
