he is always greedy about eating you out. he can even pout if you deny him his favourite dessert. his hands grab your thighs harshly, leaving his digits marked on your flesh as he takes his time savouring your fluids as your soft moans fill his ears. his tongue goes sooo slowly but it’s just the perfect rhythm to make you feel good for hours.
✶ SAKUSA KYOOMI ⋮
despite of how collected he looks like, this man is nasty when it’s about eating you out. he doesn’t do it often, but when he does it, it’s messy. his tongue is all over you as he uses his hand to stimulate your clit as well. your fluids dripping down his chin as he kisses your inner thighs as well, looking up at your face just to see how you fall apart just because of his tongue.
✶ HINATA SHOYO ⋮
he gets really excited. like a little kid getting his favourite lollipop. he can even cum just from eating you out. his hands holding your plushie thighs to keep your legs spread as his tongue tries to reach every single spot of your delicious cunt. no fingers, no dick, he just wants to use his tongue because he will never miss how sweet you are.
✶ BOKUTO KOTARO ⋮
oh. my. god. despite what y’all can think, this man is rough when he eats you out. he licks, bites, sucks, kisses flicks and anything he can do to your heaven in earth. he loves to spit on it and moans against your cunt when you pull him flush against your core — as if he needs you to tell him twice. it’s his favourite thing in this world, but especially when you’re riding his face. hands on your butt as he completely devours your sweet pussy. as he says, heaven in earth.
The other Jackals always wonder why Sakusa spends so much time on the treadmill when he could be lifting weights with them.
Who the hell enjoys the treadmill that much?
Hopefully, they’ll never find out that it’s because he can stare out the window, where you work in a little café across the road.
He lives for the days you come outside to water the flowers or something and send him a soft smile with a cute little wave, recognising him from the times he stopped by to get coffee.
One day he’ll have to man up and ask you out, but for now, he’s happy with waving back.
a/n: got a request for this and been thinking of haikyuu men as girl dads too... definitely going to do the MSBY-4 because i feel like they would all be amazing girl dads. for now, here's the atsumu version!
wc: 507
girldad!atsumu who bought you one of those huge post-birth sushi platters because "ya worked so hard babe... it's the least i can do!"
girldad!atsumu who made sure you got the absolute best treatment once you were back at home... kept you fed, well-rested, wouldn't let you get up for anything minor.
"tsumuuuu, i can make myself some light food!"
"nuh-uh. no stress for the mama. what am i here for then?"
girldad!atsumu who unironically calls over the entirety of msby-4 to look after your precious girls. not one, but four beefy men looking after them. if atsumu was bossy before, he's even bossier now..
"shoyo! i told ya, it's not how y'do that! c'mere, i'll show you again." whenever hinata tucked the girls different from how atsumu does it.
bonus: sakusa doesn't sit around either. he might hate germs and all things slimy and dirty, but you know that man's in the kitchen with osamu planning an adequate meal schedule for you so that you get all the nutrients you need (atsumu's very strict about this too lol)
"ya sure she can have this? looks weird to me."
"she'll be fine, 'tsumu." osamu retorts. "it ain't like 'm feeding her pufferfish!"
girldad!atsumu who, once your sweet little daughters are older, will at any possible moment play princess or tea party with them. hey, he might not be home often, but girl dad atsumu loves the tea party gossip with his girls! he can't miss out on that.
"no way baby... and ms. teddy said that to ya?" atsumu gasps dramatically.
on a similar note, girldad!atsumu who is immediately covered in glitter and pink eyeshadow as soon as he's back home from a tournament. "s'alright. they're making me even more beautiful than usual!" which earns a light, playful smack from one of your daughters, "no talking, papa!!!"
girldad!atsumu who's a professional athlete, so of course you guys get front row seats at all of his tournaments. of course he made sure the girls got tailored msby jerseys with his surname on the back! the commentators always make sure to note this.
girldad!atsumu who's not overprotective, but definitely protective of his cute little family. makes sure that whenever he can't be there to help you, osamu is.
"'samu. did y'get the groceries?"
"yeeeees 'tsumu. told ya like five times... i ain't here to do yer biddin'!" he's only joking though, because he cares for you just as much.
girldad!atsumu who is super serious about your daughters' choice of men when they're older. not in a bad way! just... in a dad way. the typical hand shaking. the interrogative questioning. 8PM curfews justified with, "they're my little girls! they're too young!!" after you scold him for nearly scaring the boys off.
girldad!atsumu who would cry at your girls' weddings. full on snotty SOBBING. loud about it too. he just loves them so much, can't believe they grew up so fast.
girldad!atsumu who would give your daughters the world and beyond.
a/n: I HOPPPPEEEE this is what anon was looking for!! and also i hope the grammar's fine cuz i did not proofread it lollllsss...
MSBY BLACK JACKALS READ THIRST TWEETS ! (SAKUSA EDITION)
will probably make this a series. i just love this team so darn much *sigh*
[atsumu version] [hinata edition]
this fic features…
haikyuu timeskip!spoilers, highly suggestive content (as the title entails), inappropriate language, sus atsumu 🤨, genre: crack, some of these are actual tweets i found lol.
Set the scene: the MSBY quartet shuffle into frame, they each take their seat in front of the iconic blue backdrop. You hear Hinata and Bokuto exchanging lively words, Atsumu fixing his hair so it swooshes the right way, and Sakusa removing his face mask and handing it to their team’s pr manager who accompanied them to this shoot.
“Is one of us gonna say it or are we all gonna say it together?” Hinata asks, looking at his teammates.
“I think we should all say it,” Atsumu replies, to which Sakusa nods in agreement.
Bokuto claps his hands together, getting excited. “Let’s do this!”
- cut scene -
“Hi, we’re the MSBY Black Jackals and we’re here with Buzzfeed to read your thirst tweets!” They say in unison.
Bokuto makes a jazz hands gesture, “Sakusa Kiyoomi edition~” he sings, as Hinata bounces in his chair and Atsumu slaps Sakusa’s back in an attempt to hype up the outside hitter.
Sakusa sighs and lets out a defeated chuckle, “Lord, help me…”
- cut scene -
The crew tosses Sakusa a phone, he catches it easily and takes a deep breath before reading.
“I need MSBY’s #15 to bend that flexible hand inside my bussy. Please and thank you.”
Sakusa quirks a confused brow, “What’s a bussy?”
Atsumu snickers. Hinata smiles, “Well, at least we know Omi-kun isn’t chronically online.”
Bokuto puts an arm around Sakusa’s chair, knowing better than to drape it around him or else he’d throw a cold glare his way. “I told you to get on Tiktok, Omi.”
Sakusa rolls his eyes, “I am not getting that dancing app, Bokuto.”
Bokuto’s lips funnel into a pout, “Then how are you gonna learn the language of the people?”
“What, like bussy?”
Atsumu childishly laughs again. “Haha…bussy…”
Sakusa tsks, “Are you gonna tell me what it is already or what?”
Hinata sighs and puts his hands together, “I am sorry to tell you this, Omi-kun, but it means—“
“Butt pussy!” Atsumu blurts out, unable to hold it in any longer. “Like a boy’s pussy, Omi-Omi. Get it?”
Sakusa’s expression is one that makes it look like he was in physical pain, which he might as well be in at the moment. He side eyes Bokuto, “That’s the so-called language of your people?”
“It’s funnier when Miya isn’t combusting.”
Sakusa sighs, “I’m not using that word, let alone using my flexible wrists for it.” He says before he passes the phone to Hinata, who reads the next tweet:
“Dear Sakusa Kiyoomi, *taps mic and clears throat* NO LUBE, NO PROTECTION, ALL NIGHT, ALL DAY, FROM THE KITCHEN FLOOR TO THE BATHROOM SINK, FROM THE DINING TABLE TO THE BEDROOM—“
Hinata lowers the phone and says, “That’s it. That’s the tweet.”
Atsumu wolf whistles and Bokuto hoots while shaking his head. Hinata is biting his thumb, trying NOT to burst out in laughter.
Sakusa blinks once, twice, before speaking up. “That’s…wow that sounds filthy.”
Atsumu barks with laughter, “Literally!”
Sakusa’s eyes widen in horror, “The bathroom?? Seriously? I get the other places, but really? The dirty bath—“
Bokuto intervenes, “Woah woah there Omi, you get the other places?”
Hinata snickers, “You hiding your freaky side from us, Omi-kun?”
Sakusa groans, dragging his hands over his face. “Please, let’s not discuss this on Youtube dot com”. He recovers and clears his throat, looking right at the camera, “Make wise choices, censored user.”
Hinata passes the phone to Atsumu. The blond setter chuckles before he even reads it out loud, Sakusa already feels the dread awaiting him.
“It’s the broad shoulders and tiny waist and the compression sleeves and the undershirt and the butt and that neck and those curls and his eyes,” Atsumu reads through breathless laughter.
He turns the phone around so that his teammates can see the screen, “And then, they attached a screenshot from a manga that simply transcribes ‘cock sucking noises’!” He wheezes, nearly dropping the phone.
Bokuto’s mouth hangs open but no noise comes out as he struggles to catch his breath, leaning his weight into Atsumu who is just as equally—if not more—cracked than he is. Hinata is busy hiding his face with his hands as he laughs, nearly folding himself up from how far he’s leaning down from his seat. Sakusa is watching his teammates loss their minds as he begins to question his life choices that led him to this moment.
Sakusa sighs, “There will be no cock sucking noises, but thank you for the compliment.”
Atsumu begins to recover, “Oh man…” he wipes a tear, “Omi-Omi, stand up and let ‘em see that slutty waist of yours.”
Sakusa shoots Atsumu a deadly look. Bokuto cheers to encourage Sakusa, while Hinata can’t help but glance at Sakusa’s waist.
“Allow me to correct myself; there will be no cock sucking noises nor will there be any showing offs of the slutty waist.”
Atsumu and Bokuto boo, Sakusa rolls his eyes at their reaction. Hinata winks at the camera, “But there will be some slutty waists in next week’s Calvin Klein feature that Sakusa did.”
Sakusa hums, “Yeah, so save those thoughts until then.”
Atsumu passes the phone back to Bokuto, who mumbles: “C’mon give me a good one…”
Bokuto clears his throat, “Sakusa Kiyoomi might be an outside hitter for MSBY, but i need him to be an INSIDE HITTER for this pus—“, he turns to the camera, “They cut themselves off there.”
Sakusa winces at those words. Hinata laughs, “I like the play on words.”
Sakusa adjusts his posture, “That would be very painful, no?”
Atsumu clarifies, “I think that’s what they want, Omi-Omi.”
Bokuto rubs his chin in thought, “Sakusa hits spikes pretty hard…I can’t imagine how hard he could go inside user-san’s—“
Sakusa waves his hand panickedly, “Please don’t finish that sentence.” He glances at their pr manager, who—by some unexplainable miracle—hasn’t said anything so far.
Sakusa clears his throat, “Unless the pay is higher, I will not be changing my position to your inside hitter, sorry. Actually, I lied; I am not sorry.”
The phone gets passed back to Sakusa, “Sakusa Kiyoomi has 47 moles and I intend to suck each and every one of them off his body.”
Hinata giggles mischievously, “Miya-san, did you write that?”
“I DID NOT WRITE THAT!”
Bokuto cackles, “How else did the user know the exact amount of moles on Sakusa’s body? You’re the one that’s always staring at each of us in the locker room.”
“WE DON’T EVEN KNOW IF THAT NUMBER IS ACCURATE!!”
Sakusa speaks up calmly, “It is accurate, actually.”
Atsumu goes pale at his words, “O-oh okay…but that doesn’t mean I wrote it!!!”
Sakusa disguises a laugh as a cough, “As much as I love to pick on Miya—“
“HEY!”
“—I’m still impressed that the Twitter user got that number right. Bravo.” He then applauds. Bokuto and Hinata follow. “Maybe I’ll let you do what you said since you got it right.”
Hinata elbows Sakusa suggestively, to which Sakusa repels away from his touch, “Okayyy, Omi. Get it, I guess. Need me to find the user’s number?”
“No.” Sakusa says immediately, but he’s concealing a smirk. He passes the phone to the winking orange-head.
Hinata begins to read: “For Sakusa Kiyoomi, I would bathe in 99.9% disinfectant, drink that shit, even inject myself with it—if it meant getting a shot at bagging that man.”
Sakusa rolls his eyes, already huffing. “Look, I don’t know who started the rumor that I’m a crazy germaphobe, but let me sit the record straight now: I am not that deranged; I just like things to be clean and tidy.”
Bokuto nods, crossing his arms, “Yeah, you tell ‘em, Omi!”
Atsumu shakes his head in disappointment, “Ya guys keep making Omi-Omi sound like some freak. Yeah, he wears a mask everywhere and carries hand sanitizer wherever he goes, but that’s just basic hygiene standards. Do better.”
Hinata points at the camera with his chin up, “Yeah, the only time Omi-kun is a freak is when it’s in the sheets.”
“SHOYO!”
“HINATA, HEYYY!”
Sakusa facepalms and sighs, “Give me my mask back; I’m leaving.”
“NO, OMI-KUN, WAAAAAIT . I’M SORRY—“
“This is supposed to be a thirst tweets video, and yet my teammates seem to be the thirstiest of all.” Sakusa says to no one in particular.
“Call it team-bonding. Meian would be proud.” Atsumu responds, imagining the look of approval on their captain’s face.
Sakusa tilts his head back, appearing to be praying to some god. He looks back at the camera, “But to that user, please don’t do that. That’s deadly.”
Bokuto clasps his hands together, “Awww, Omi cares~”
- cut scene -
Sakusa tosses the phone back to the crew, “And that’s all, thank god.”
Hinata grins, “Thanks for sending us your tweets and traumatizing our Omi-kun.”
Sakusa grimaces, “Ah yeah, it was a delight.” He says sarcastically.
Atsumu flashes the camera a charming smile, “Tune in for the upcoming videos of the rest of us reading your thirst tweets.”
Bokuto throws up finger guns to the camera, “Can’t wait to see what you guys have in store for us!”
“What are doing at my house-“ you pause before asking, with even more concern “How did you find my house?!”
You rub your hands on your face before placing them on your hips. Here you were at 10pm on a Wednesday night in a t-shirt and shorts looking at the volleyball team you manage publicly for.
“Happy Birthday [Name]!” Hinata shouts happily.
“Yeah! You always do cool stuff for our birthdays! So we thought we should do something nice for you!” Bokuto adds on happily.
Meian catches your gaze apologetically “I swear on my life I tried to get them to do this earlier in the day,” he glances over at the rest of the team “they didn’t listen”
You snort “I guessed that much” you lean against the doorframe and look at the gathered team.
“So… like I get wanting to do something nice, but again… how did you get my address?” You ask quizzically.
“Kuroo gave it to us!” Interjects Bokuto, his hands in his hips proudly.
“Oh, he did now?” You resist the urge to rub your face in exasperation.
“Well we have something for you!” Says Atsumu, hoping to bring the conversation back to you.
“You do?” You try to not let the concern of whether or not it’s going to kill you bleed into your voice.
“Yup!”
Then they pull out a cake. Your hands fly to your mouth in shock.
“Who- who made this?!” You giggle “it’s… oh my god. I’m speechless.”
“We ordered the cake itself from a bakery but we did the frosting ourselves” says Sakusa. “We didn’t poison it. Hopefully.”
He gives the team a side long glance as if he’s not too sure of the words himself.
“Happy birthday [Name]!” Barnes says, the rest echo him.
After chatting for a while, you remind them that they have some interviews later and that you’ll flay them if they aren’t on time. They leave once they see you yawn once of twice.
You take a picture of the cake before cutting yourself a piece. You post to your PR page as you eat the cake.
