it is a fact that suna rintarou likes his girls a little mean. mean in the way you tilt your head playing dumb so the person who made fun of you has to repeat their words to expose their idiocy. someone who didn't sweeten her words, a girl who scoffed at him when he was being an idiot with the twins.
you, who roll your eyes as a habit when someone is being an idiot instead of just ignoring them. you, who called someone an asshole to their face one, ready to fight, and he who just stood behind you and said "yeah, you heard her", ready to follow you into battle. you, his yet to be girlfriend, who snapped back at him. who looks at him like he's interesting, but not impressive enough to her standards.
the girl who moves around the EJP raijin arena like she belongs there. the one who wears his jersey—even when you two are nothing yet—raising an eyebrow at the dirty looks the jealous fangirls shoot you as if saying 'you really think you look better than me?' as you cross your pretty legs and lean on your seat, expecting suna to entertain you.
you who catch him staring before the game and approach as he's warming up and say "rintarou, i just want you to remember one thing for tonight". stepping into his space, fingers straightening the collar of his jersey with immense confidence.
sunarin who lifts a brow, amused and tries to guess "that... winning isn't everything...?"
you, whose voice is light and loaded with a smug smile as you pat his chest twice, laughing at his stupid inference "nobody likes a loser"
suna, who smirks as he watches you go and touches his chest right where your warmth can be felt. rintarou who likes being bossed around by you and only you.
a/n: i have this hc that suna, sakusa, and kageyama like their girls a bit mean<3
youll prob keep reading cause its normal, fun, and okay to do, or you might get super busy with your boyfriend and forget about it
but either way, its def not cheating !! you arent doing anything, and these are fictional stories. you arent hurting anyone, youre allowed to read and enjoy whatever media you like. maybe a hot take, but i think its a red flag if a guy, or anyone you date gets upset over you reading fanfiction. it isnt reality, the people you date should be secure enough, and trust you enough to be cool with it.
Kenma gained stamina. Everyone wants to say he has bad stamina but guys.. let’s be honest he works out regularly, and he’s a freak of nature so his refractory period is literally 3 minutes.. and gamers are notorious for being hung.. your poor hole 😞
church choir boy!sakusa kiyoomi who swore he's a reformed man yet.. you are here. in his dorm.
cw. timeskip(20s)! college au! BLASPHEMY. hierophilia. oral (male receiving). not much of a plot. sakusa going through it. inaccurate church stuff since i haven’t gone to church in sooo long. mentions of god. guilt. shame. dead dove. MDNI. 18+ ONLY.
a/n. religion is a vv sensitive topic for others.. so please proceed with caution. this might not be that good but this is an itch i have to let go. it’s haunting me. ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) it's not super explicit but still taboo so i tagged dead dove (don't be disappointed if it's not that extreme LOL). this is 1.8k words.. i got too into it. didn’t proofread!! READ THE CW OVER AND OVER.
you were never the type to go to churches or do anything religious at all. actually, you despise it. ever since you grew up, your parents had forced you to attend their sunday masses to “repent” your sins and be some role model kid.
but thanks to college, being away in dorms, you actually had stop coming through masses. except for major exams. or quizzes you know reviews wouldn’t pull through enough. so you find yourself in the university chappel too many times to count.
you turned god or whoever is up there to some exam miracle hotline that you can dialed up and ask for anything like a kid asking for a candy.
sometimes guilt will creeps in but most of the time it’s a “he’ll understand” moment so you just keep doing it for two years.
you didn’t even attend chapel masses, don’t know anything about it. only walking in at some late afternoon when there's no people so you can be alone and say your prayer loud enough for you cause god is something cling on when your grades are in need of help.
today is different. komori, your friend who have been trying to attend you sunday mass ever since he find out you pray every exam season, saying you did that already why not try attending.
so you give in. just so he can shut up about it and maybe stop trying to convince you when he sees you bored as hell.
but here you are with sakusa. a guy who you made an eye contact, scratch that, you gawked at the university chapel which cause you to attend friday masses with komori.. too frequent.
in all honesty, you didn’t know he is komori’s cousin. you didn’t know that the same person who komori posted on his ig story multiple times, the one he’s always with at gym photos, always in face mask and komori going “no way you are corrupting my cousin with your energy.”
you always thought that was an overreaction. something about your energy, stories too hard to handle for komori’s cousin. you didn’t know the man was a choir boy.
which didn’t help at all. because the fridays you see sakusa singing the hymn, choir robe all white and crisped. you can’t help but wonder what he would sound like when he’s not singing the church hymns.
the days leading up to exam week, you find yourself on the same late afternoon, sitting on the pews, should have been praying for finals going about if he’s real and listening he will pass you on your taxation exam like you didn’t told him the same thing semesters ago.
but instead, you will stop for a moment. one eye peeking the big cross on the middle of the altar as if you’re making sure he’s listening and then go off— how you are sorry about lusting over one of his choir boy then go off on how that's mostly his fault because he made sakusa (based on the bible). and then as if this is some sick fetish for you, you will go off in detail how you imagine him fucking you while he have his still his robe on, groaning. you imagine sakusa rutting in you like coming inside you will be his salvation.
then you will go on, remind god, that you are not thinking about doing it in his home. that’s basically asking to be struck by him.
so now, here. standing in front of him, eye to eye as buds of sweat form to his forehead. you were originally meant to drop him off something, notes from komori you borrowed that he asked for you to drop off to him. like it was some sick timing, sakusa was fitting his new choir robe.
his first grave mistake? he invited you inside.
or was it?
it started with; “can i confess,” you said, “sakusa?”
sakusa chuckled softly, back turned on you as he placed the notes of komori on his table, a beaded rosary sitting on the corner. “you know i am a choir member, not a priest”
when sakusa turned to you, you are already on his space causing him so stumble back a little. you are looking up at him, eyes wide, head tilted a little bit. his breath hitched, this is the first time in a while he had a woman up close.
“i know..” you started, stepping a little closer “but the church believes that if i own it up to the person i did wrong, it’s much better.”
“you did wrong?” sakusa echoed, looking down at you, hands almost touching the fabric of his white robe.
you nodded, “you’ll listen to me confess, right? as a part of my repentance.”
sakusa nodded, slowly as if he’s trying to grasp what is happening. he observed you, fingers now fiddling his choir robe. sakusa has now officially feeling some sort of fear and anxiety on what you are about to say.
“sakusa,” you called, “i have been thinking about you.”
sakusa eyes wide, sigh in relief. he thought it will be something bad but relief was soon taken away from him when you started rambling.
“i have been thinking about your voice. you sing way too good and i always wonder how you will sound moaning if i just take your cock in my mouth or if you take me, my body. i am ashamed that i think of you in that way while you are wearing your robe, singing the hymns, being a son of god.”
“i have been thinking about you too much” you repeated, “and it aches here.”
sakusa’s eyes travelled down to your hand. it is caught between your legs, clearly rubbing yourself underneath your skirt. then his eyes went back to your face, you are biting your lower lip. your face show no messing around, your eyes are glassy as if you’re trying not to cry from your shameful confession.
“let me have you in my mouth, sakusa” you plead, “help me get over this.” your hands are now flat on his chest as he backs down on his study table. his fingers grazed over the beads of the rosary.
it sounded so innocent like it’s the only thing that will save you from the sin you are experiencing. sakusa doesn’t want it. he should have said no. he changed. he promised he won’t revert back to that raging hormone teen self who as soon as he turned 18 start crawling on girls’ bed.
komori was his prime witness so when sakusa told him that he will start being active to church and it’s like someone evil is going back to redeem himself.
two years streak is now gone in just a blink. sakusa can feel his dick throb in his pants as you have a staring contest with him. he’s sweating, body hot. ever since he saw you in those pews, sitting next to komori, his mind has wandered far and beyond. instead of falling into his desires, he prayed. he ask forgiveness. he never touch himself as a proof of change.
but here you are, on your knees now, a temptation made in flesh. his fingers automatically lifted his robe to give you access, his trousers are restraining his harden cock. this is most likely the hardest it had been. he can’t help but moan when your hand graze on his hard on.
sakusa felt his cock freed from his boxer. his tip is flushed, angry. it’s leaking way too much causing you to give it a kitten lick as if you’re cleaning it up.
it was mistake to look down at you, your eyes are set on his, lips wrapping around the head of his cock before sinking, taking him whole. “s-shit..”
you choked a little as you feel the head poked the back of your throat. “ahh, this— this feels wrong,” he moaned, other hand gripping the edge of the table. “this is wrong.”
you hummed in response, sending vibrations. you pulled away, string of saliva connecting you to his. you kissed his tip, down to his shaft—slowly, eyes on sakusa, as his gritted his teeth.
you licked him from the end of his cock up to the tip before putting him all in your mouth again, cheeks hollowing.
sakusa’s head is thrown back. he tried thinking about the chapel, the altar, the hymns, his choir friends, the priest who told him, “your voice is a gift from god.”
now that voice is moaning, cussing as the woman who caught his attention from the pews, boredom too apparent, is on her knees, sucking his cock.
your head bobbed up and down his length, tongue swirling around the tip as if you’re making out with his dick.
“i’m sorry,” sakusa whispered. he doesn’t know who this apology is for. to god? to you? or to the version of him he killed just now. “i didn’t mean to— fuck, ngh”
you moan softly, your hips can’t help but grind on nothing. sakusa’s hips jerk up, chasing the feeling, chasing the release. he’s losing himself. the taste of guilt is already there, on his tongue, behind his teeth.
the guilt is now creeping all over his body, more and more.
“please,” he chokes, reaching for your hair. he doesn’t pull, just holds like he’s trying to keep himself grounded. “i don’t wanna cum… fuck—this feels so wrong—”
but you just take him deeper, the tip of your nose kissing his stomach. and this time, he can’t really take it.
sakusa’s body tightens, thighs shaking as his pleasure comes going crashing down.
you can feel it, hot and thick spurts overwhelmingly shoot on the back of your throat. he moaned loudly, broken. his hands gripped your hair as if he’s pulling you away.
too late.
your eyes stared at him as his chest heaved up and down, his expression is somehow a mix of satisfied and terrified as you drink his cum, swallowing all of it like it’s communion.
sakusa backs down on his table, he didn’t even noticed that his rosary was snaked around his left hand, gripping for it.
you get up from your knees, wiping your mouth as sakusa stared down at his robe. the same robe he just picked up an hour ago from the chapel now all wrinkled and tangled with memories of sin, the old lady choir leader handed it to him all crisped and pure saying “you’ll look clean in this, kiyoomi.”
sakusa can feel his throat close. neither of you did speak.
your eyes travelled to the cross above his desk. it’s glinting as the sunlight bleeds through the room. it witnessed your sin, your ‘innocent’ confession that you made sure will break sakusa, made him give in.
and for sakusa, it witnessed him kill the version he tried to kept for so long.
☆ carrd —likes and reblogs are highly appreciated!
Authors note: In my active era again!! Y’all know the deal; F!reader, sub(ish) character, m!receiving, yall r in the bathtub.
Summary: bathing with hubby doesn’t always go as planned.
The sound of bubbling water splashed around the tiled room, mingling with the soft hums and whispers exchanged between each kiss you shared with your husband. You found yourself nestled between his legs in the snug confines of the bathtub, but to both of you, it felt just right. It was the perfect amount of space to fulfill your urgent desires.
Your intention was to help him unwind after a long, exhausting day at work, yet it seemed you both had become sidetracked from your primary objective, as his fingers glided from the curve of your back down to your hips. With his eyes tightly shut, he concentrated solely on your lips, mirroring your own focus before you pulled away slightly.
He was quick to chase back your lips again with his own, causing you to giggle as you press a finger against them. “I thought you were tired…” you teased. He simply gazed at you before drawing you back in for another needy kiss. I suppose that was his way of answering you.
Your hands seem to develop a will of their own as they explore down from his chest, eliciting a hitch in his breath and a slight furrow of his brows. His grip on your hip only tightened as your wandering hands continue to move lower along his body, following the water's gentle ripples. He knew what you were planning and by no means did he want you to stop.
This time, he was the one to break the kiss, responding to your previous question, “I am…but having a beautiful wife to come home to changes things.” You respond with a smile at his words before your hand glides over the tip of his cock, causing a soft moan to leave him, the wetness of the head concealed by the surrounding water.
Your voice turned low as you whispered in his ear, “You should just relax and let me take care of you…” And who was he to argue with that?
Your fingers then begin to gently trace up and down his length, harmonizing with the swirling water, causing him to shiver slightly. He releases a breathy laugh, his neck tilting back slightly at your touch. “It’s kinda hard to…especially when you tease it like that, you know?…” you hum softly, leaning in to place a kiss at the corner of his lips while ensuring your fingers remain just barely on him.
"Sorry... thought I'd take it slow for you to get used to it..." you pause for a moment, and just as he was about to voice his frustration over the lack of movement, you firmly grasp his cock and twist around its length in a swift motion.
God, the little smirk that adorned your face as you watched his mouth fall agape, words leaving his mind with nothing but moans escaping. “Ah…b-baby, you—mh…” He could feel his face begin to heat up a sign of his growing blush and he swore he thought he was about to cum right then and there.
And then there was the way you spoke to him, the tone of your voice—fuck it did something to him especially when you asked, “This better for you, baby?”
He tried to answer you, he really did, but every time he attempted to speak, it turned into a whine or a broken stutter. He couldn't even meet your gaze, his head leaning further back against the bathroom wall tiles, leaving his neck exposed for you. "F-fuck... so f-fast..." was all he could manage, mixed with a few incoherent sentences that sounded like "thank you's."
Perhaps it was due to how exhausted he felt after today, or maybe it was the stress he had been under at work lately. It could also be because you were caring for him like this, but the moment you pressed your face against his neck, a loud whimper escaped his lips as he buried his head into your shoulder to muffle it a bit. “M’sorry— babe, I-Im gonna cum…G-God m’cummin!…” Suddenly, you felt the warm release of cum leaving his tip in the bathtub, along with the twitching of his cock in your hand.
You gradually slowed your movements, allowing him to regain his composure after his climax, before pulling back with a teasing smile, “That good?” You felt a surge of pride for making him cum with just a few flicks of your wrist and so quickly too.
He shot you a glare for a moment. God, he felt like a teenager. He had never cum this fast before, especially from a handjob! What was wrong with him? "I was... I was just pent up. That’s all..." the perfect excuse if you asked him, but you weren’t buying that.
"So if I were to touch you again..." you lightly brushed your finger over the tip once more, causing his breath to hitch “you sure you won’t cum?”
A soft, "Don’t," slips out from his lips, a warning sign for you to not start something you couldn’t finish.
You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction before retreating back to your corner of the bathtub. There’s a comforting silence from a minute before he speaks up, “…thank you for that.” He looks at you with genuine sincerity in his eyes, something you would only see during his most vulnerable moments. “I really…I really did need to destress…”
You smiled at his words before standing up to leave the bathtub, water rippling around you. "You know... you could always help me destress too...”
His eyes momentarily widen in response to your remark, a clear indication of surprise. Almost immediately, a familiar smirk begins to form on his lips, “God, you’re such a tease…”
☠︎︎ WARNINGS: requested! sakusa cries, sub!sakusa, fem reader, car sex, hand job
☠︎︎ WORD COUNT: 1k
"dude, are you okay?" atsumu asked his friend once they exited the gym. sakusa only nodded and focused on the screen of his phone while atsumu shrugged and continued to hold a conversation with the rest of their friend group.
sakusa -> y/n: where are you?
y/n -> sakusa: a few minutes away, why?
sakusa -> y/n: nothing, just checking.
sakusa sighed, placing his phone in the pocket of his pants, following beside atsumu. he, atsumu, hinata, and bokuto were currently on their way to eat out for dinner as a way to celebrate a recent and successful game of theirs.
sakusa told y/n about this in advanced which is why she was now walking towards their location so she could hang out with her lover and their shared friends but, despite the fact that they were supposed to be having an innocent bonding time with his teammates and girlfriend, sakusa's body was making other decisions for him
he soon felt a hand interlock with his own and before he could pull it away, he heard the familiar voice of y/n. "what's wrong, did something happen at practice?" she questioned, realizing his unusual tenseness.
"it's nothing-"
"Y/N!"
hinata called excitedly, after hearing the familiar voice of his best friend. "hey shoyo" she smiled, giving him a small wave that was also directed to bokuto and atsumu. "y/n i think something's wrong with omi here" atsumu patted the top of his teammates head, not brushing off his fact that he was clearly tense.
"i know" she mumbled to herself eye's scanning over the slight tent that showed through his pants. only y/n noticed this due to the fact that he used his gym bag to stop his teammates gazes from noticing his problem but on the other side of that bag was his evident arousal.
sakusa noticed y/n's gaze and tightened his interlocked grip around her hand out of embarrassment. "omi, do you need help?" she questioned, sakusa shook his head but the sigh that left his lips and the tenseness of his body, spoke otherwise.
"guys, is it okay if we meet you there? i had a long day and i don't think i can't walk the whole way" y/n said to their friend group which only made sakusa's eyes widen a bit. "that's fine but how are you guys going to get there?"
"omi will drive his car"
they nodded and y/n waved them off while sakusa only mumbled a small "bye" as a farewell. y/n and sakusa changed direction as he led her back to his car. "your legs aren't tired, are they?" he questioned once the two were at a growing distance with their friend group.
"not really"
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y/n and sakusa finally made it to his car and before she could even settle herself correctly in the passenger's seat, sakusa gently pulled her wrist, so she'd be closer to him. y/n looked over to sakusa, immediately noticing how the need in his eyes were practically piercing.
"i thought that you said nothing was wrong" she smiled, making her lover give her a small glare out of annoyance and impatience. "you only wanted to 'drive' there as an excuse to..."
"exactly"
leaning closer to sakusa, y/n allowed her lips to meet with his, smiling into the kiss when he let out a staggered sigh. she reached her hand over to sakusa's thigh, resting it dangerously close to his clothed erection. a small mumbled whine fell from his lips once y/n grazed him with the tips of her fingers and sakusa couldn't help but slightly lift his hips for more pressure.
"n/n there's no time for teasing, we still have to meet up with-"
she slowly lifted his shirt up a bit before suddenly palming sakusa's clothed erection, making him groan as he moved back to rest his head on the headrest. she made swift movements to undo his belt and pants before pulling down the hem of his briefs, revealing his erection.
"we have five minutes before they start questioning us" y/n announced, leaning over the armrest to place a small kiss onto sakusa's lips. a hoarse whisper of an "okay" was heard before she wrapped her fingers around sakusa's prominent erection.
an immediately string of swears were whined through a moan when y/n began to move her hand in a stroking motion, the overwhelming pleasure feeling so sudden for him. he was sensitive. more sensitive than usual and y/n realized this when she noticed how sakusa's hips bucked into her hold and his grip on the armrest tightened.
y/n was able to admire cascaded shadows that framed his pleasured and panting expression, due to their only source of illumination being the dim street light. she quickened the pace of her hand, extracting more whines from sakusa. "n/ n..."
she nodded at his small 'indication', continuing the pleasuring pace. y/n looked up to his face, now realizing how tears threatened to fall from it's place on his lower lash line. "you're crying, omi. does it feel that good?" she questioned. he wanted to respond to her teasing but could only manage a groan after he felt his peak arriving.
the tears finally streamed from his eyes one after the other, when he finally reached his climax, the warmth of the liquid dripping down y/n's hand to his abdomen. despite her boyfriend finally finishing by her touch, y/n didn't completely stop, making sakusa verbalize pleasure filled and panting whines.
he reached for y/n's wrist, knowing the only reason why she continued was to admire his tears for an extended amount of time. "y/n, it's too much. slow down for a second". he mumbled through a breathy sob.
y/n followed his request but not before pressing a kiss on both sides of his tear stained cheeks. "can you drive?" she asked using a teasing tone, already knowing his answer.
"what do you think?" he slightly glared, reaching into the back seat to grab a hand towel from his gym bag. before he could clean himself up, y/n took it from his grip, using the fabric to wipe his dampened cheeks.
content: college/university!au, halloween setting, female reader, virgin!kiyoomi, popular!reader, virginity loss, mutual pining, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, pretty vanilla but cute, mean girls references, kiyoomi might be a little occ, he’s shy :(, atsumu being atsumu. word count: 8,0k.
notes: yes i’m late to halloween but i don’t care :) it’s being so long since i posted a one shot and i had this idea for maybe a year, two (?), and i finally had the inspiration to write everythiiing. i’m happy with the result, i hope you like it too <3
Halloween parties were not Kiyoomi's thing. Rather, no party at all. He didn't like the crowds, the drunks, or the excessive noise. But thanks to his group of friends (which he doesn't even remember how he ended up being a part of), staying away from parties was almost impossible, so it was already a common thing for him to be dragged to one every weekend where he would be counting the minutes to leave and drive all his drunk friends home.
But, that was not the case tonight.
Surprisingly, it was the first time Kiyoomi didn't want to leave a party, and that was thanks to a certain someone who had shown up at the Miya's Halloween party.
"Just go talk to her."
Kiyoomi almost jumped in surprise at the sudden appearance of his personal headache, also known as Atsumu.
"Who?" He asked, playing dumb because he knew perfectly well who the blond was referring to, and mentally slapped himself for not being more discreet.
Atsumu snorted, "Y/n. You're staring at her like a creep." He said, pointing his head in your direction across the room, where you were talking enthusiastically with your friend, dressed in a pink tracksuit. "I don't blame you. She's pretty."
Sakusa kept silent, trying to suppress his need to agree out loud, because of course you were pretty. More than pretty.
"You like her, don't you?"
Kiyoomi sighed heavily, obviously uncomfortable with the question. It was obvious he liked you. Very much. But he didn't trust Atsumu to be able to not make a big deal out of the fact that Sakusa liked someone, so he decided to answer his question with a dry: "No."
"Liar." The blond replied. "It's pretty obvious that you like her."
"I don't like her." He insisted, though he already knew it would be in vain, it wasn't for nothing he called Atsumu his headache.
"So you hate her and you're staring at her 'cause you're planning her murder?"
Jesuschrist.
"I'll be planning your murder if you don't shut up."
Atsumu pursed his lips and Kiyoomi thanked god in his head. But the fake threat seemed to work only for a limited time, because the twin spoke again seconds later, making him roll his eyes.
"Don't you even think she's pretty?"
He let out a sigh in frustration, but agreed with the question because, c’mon, it will be a very blatant lie to deny the obvious, "She is." He admitted, "But I don't like her."
"You do like her, there can't be any other reason why you were looking at her like that."
Kiyoomi rolled his eyes, is there a way to shut this guy down?
"Like what?"
"Like you like her."
"If I say so, will you shut the fuck up?" He blurted, resigned.
"I knew it!" Atsumu exclaimed victoriously, and Kiyoomi just let out a sigh, cringing when the twin tapped him a little too hard on the shoulder as if he was congratulating him. "Wow. So Omi likes someone, huh, who knew."
"Don't make a big deal out of it."
"Omi, liking someone isn't a bad thing." He said in a more earnest manner, perhaps trying to show that he was actually serious and not joking about his friend’s situation.
Kiyoomi closed his eyes for a moment and sighed before replying, "I know it's not."
"Then why don't you go and talk to her? She's in your class, isn't she? It wouldn't be weird. Maybe she likes you back."
The twin had a point. Sakusa sat behind you for two hours straight five days a week during a very boring class. While you might not call yourselves the best of friends, you could say you got along well— you would usually turn around to ask him if he understood the subject so he could explain it to you, borrow a pen or offer him a gum. Occasionally you would randomly show him your phone with something you thought was funny and there were even times when you would ask his opinion on which item to buy or which selfie to post, you would often have small conversations and even followed each other on Instagram. And, as a bonus, lately you had started walking together to the classroom exit at the end of class where you would say goodbye with a 'see you tomorrow'.
But you liking him back? He didn't think he was that lucky.
Because, yes, maybe you weren't a stranger to Kiyoomi and he wasn't a stranger to you either, but contrary to what many believed, Sakusa Kiyoomi didn't have much experience with women, not even with having a crush on someone. The idea of talking to you outside the classroom made him nervous. You were too pretty and too charming and too popular and too hot and... out of his league.
There were times when he wondered if it was possible for you to like him? Okay, call him arrogant, but he knew he was nowhere near ugly, that was a point in his favor. But one point that was not in his favor was the fact that, yes, maybe he was good-looking, but the university was full of good-looking guys, who unlike him, were more... outgoing. Guys who smiled more and didn't have a grumpy attitude like he did, who weren't known for being rude, and who probably wouldn't think twice about asking for your number or inviting you on a date. And, honestly, he felt like one more in the very long list of men who have a crush on you.
"It's just..." He started, but the words were lost in his throat.
"Just what?"
"She doesn't see me that way. Just leave it at that, okay?" He finished his sentence, taking a sip from the bottle of water he'd been carrying since he arrived.
Atsumu folded his arms, glancing in your direction for a moment before making that smile that never meant anything good, "You know what? I have an idea."
Kiyoomi panicked. "Miya, what are you gonna do?"
"You'll thank me later."
And just like that, Atsumu pushed himself off the wall he was leaning against and before Sakusa could stop him, he started walking in your direction.
No. No. No. No. Kiyoomi's heart was going to escape from his chest. Fuck. He knew it was a bad idea to be honest with Atsumu. A. Fucking. Bad. Idea.
He watched frozen from his spot in the corner of the room the moment the blond approached you, greeting you and your friend casually before saying who knows what that made you look at him with confusion for a moment as you exchanged more words, but after something that left the blond's mouth, your face lit up with a smile. The interaction seemed to be going well, until the twin pointed— really fucking pointed—over his shoulder, and then, you connected your eyes with Kiyoomi’s for a moment.
His feet began to move automatically.
Towards the exit.
He was so embarrassed. What did Atsumu say to you? What did you think? Fuck. He didn't even want to know. He was out of here, he'd move his seat to the other end of the classroom, or better yet, he'd never set foot in that class again, who cares if he had to repeat it next semester, that was better than looking you in the face after this.
"Where do you think you're goin'?"
Sakusa was halfway to his car when he heard the twin's voice call out to him.
"Home."
Atsumu trotted up in front of him. "Come on. Don't be like that, listen-"
"You fucking embarrassed me." He spat, pulling his keys out of his jacket roughly.
"I didn't. I just did you a favor." Atsumu replied, crossing his arms proudly, which only raised Kiyoomi's anger levels.
"C'mon Kiyoomi, trust me. You think I'm capable of making a fool of you?" The twin asked with confidence in his voice. Kiyoomi simply looked at him, his silence explaining his answer, which caused Atsumu's smile to disappear. "Ouch." The twin brought a hand to his chest dramatically and Kiyoomi rolled his eyes before pressing a button on the control, removing the lock and alarm.
He was barely about to open the car door when Atsumu spoke again. This time in a more serious tone, "Omi, I'm your friend. Just trust me. I would never do anything to hurt you."
Kiyoomi would never admit that those words made him feel a little bad about his attitude.
Without removing his hand from the door handle, he blurted out the question that was consuming him and that he needed an answer to.
"What did you tell her?"
For some reason, he expected Atsumu to answer with honesty, but he wasn't surprised when instead, the twin simply replied, "A wingman never reveals his secrets."
"Oh, fuck off." He mused, opening his car door just a few centimeters before the other man's hand closed it.
"Look, just go inside and talk to her. I swear I saw it in her face that she’s interested, of course, until you ran away like a chicken. I hope she's not offended and you've lost the opportunity of a lifetime."
Only a sentence of Atsumu's words caught his attention.
"What do you mean with 'she looked interested'?" He asked, his voice betraying him by not sounding as disinterested as he wanted it to.
Atsumu smirked. "It seems like she does see you that way."
You do?
The mere possibility of that being true, of you seeing him that way, was what prompted him to let out a last sigh and set the car alarm again before locking his keys in his hoodie. Although he wouldn't say this out loud and was still unhappy with Atsumu's actions, the twin was right in saying that this could be his chance. Maybe he should stop feeling self-conscious and just go for it.
"If you're lying, you forget I exist."
"Deal." Atsumu said, stretching out his hand, waiting for him to take it, but the black-haired simply brushed past him, to which the twin simply huffed in resignation before following his friend.
Kiyoomi's feet felt heavier with every step he took back to the twins' house, he was going to do it. He was actually going to do it. He was going to talk to you outside the classroom, after whatever Atsumu had told you, which opened the door to many possibilities. One, was that you liked him; the other, was that you didn't and that you only saw him as a friend, he longed too much for the first option but he wouldn't be dissatisfied with the second, it all depended on how things turned out when he walked through the door in front of him.
Kiyoomi inhaled and exhaled, filling himself with courage before placing his hand on the doorknob.
But that burst of bravery he was able to fill himself with was interrupted by the twin, who stopped him with a grip on the wrist.
"Don't touch m-" He didn't finish his sentence since Atsumu put something cold in the palm of his hand.
"Here." Atsumu whispered and Kiyoomi looked at the object, frowned in confusion when he realized it was a key. "It's the key to the guest room. Use it wisely."
Use it wisely? What did that mean?
"Why would I want to-" Kiyoomi started, but the twin interrupted him, raising a finger to silence him.
"Shh. Thank me when you're at the altar and I'm your best man. Let's go inside."
And just like that, Atsumu grabbed his arm to pull him inside the house.
Bruno Mars' voice was blaring from the speakers in the living room, people were singing at the top of their lungs, drinking and dancing, evidently having a good time. Sometimes Kiyoomi wondered how the twins knew so many people, there were so many guests that they had to push their way through the crowd to get to where you were still standing by the kitchen area, looking spectacular as ever as you talked to your friend.
As if you sensed his presence, you turned your face and your eyes met, causing Kiyoomi's heart to skip a beat. Damn, was this a good idea?
"Here he is." Atsumu announced their arrival excitedly. "The Kiyoomi I was telling you about. Does he look familiar?"
Sakusa almost rolled his eyes, but the chuckle you let out at Atsumu's humor stopped him, "Yes, I think I know him." You replied, your eyes still fixed on the tall black-haired man in front of you.
"Perfect!" He exclaimed, clasping his hands together enthusiastically. "Then, since there's no need for introductions, I'll leave you two alone." The twin said, patting him on the back before turning and leaving.
"Yeah, me too." Your friend said, throwing you a mischievous look and copying Atsumu's action, losing herself in the crowd.
Now that you were alone (if it could be considered "alone" in a room full of people), he wondered where the direct Kiyoomi was when he needed him. Say something, say something, say something, say something. He mentally shouted to himself, but he was so intimidated by your presence and the cute way you were looking at him that no words could formulate in his mouth.
"Uh—, hi." He said after a few awkward seconds of silence, trying to play it cool by leaning against the kitchen island.
"Hi." You replied with a smile and looked up at him, as if waiting for him to say something else, but at Kiyoomi's lack of response, you continued, "How are you?"
So fucking nervous, he wanted to say, but instead, a 'fine and you?' left his mouth.
"Me too." You said, and he noticed how you bit your lip lightly, as if you were thinking of what to say before speaking again: "Um… did you do the homework for Monday?"
"Yes, and you?"
"Yup."
Fuck. This was pathetic. He was pathetic. If he were someone else, someone like Atsumu perhaps, he might have already charmed you with words, made you laugh and you would be having a more enjoyable conversation.
After a sigh, you spoke again. "Are you drinking?"
"Yes." He said, raising his water bottle and feeling stupid a second later, obviously by that question you meant was he consuming alcohol. "Something like that. And you?"
"Something like that" You repeated his words, raising a glass goblet showing what appeared to be a cocktail. "It’s strawberry juice, goes with my costume, and I'm also driving tonight, so I can't drink too much."
"That's very responsible of you."
That's very responsible of you?!
Couldn't he think of something more stupid to say? Probably not.
But if you thought his answer was stupid, you didn't give it away, since you giggled before saying, "I think it is."
In an attempt to divert attention from his very stupid comment, he took advantage of the information you gave him about the drink to salvage this interaction. "So— why the drink goes with the costume?"
"You don't know who I am?" You asked, raising your arms to better show off your costume. It was very 2000s style. A pink tracksuit, a white blouse under it, also a necklace.
"Uh— Paris Hilton?" He guessed, inwardly hoping he was right.
You giggled again. "Almost. I'm Regina George's mom." You said, giving him a bump with your shoulder against his arm. And, amazingly, Kiyoomi for the first time did not find an unexpected physical contact upsetting. "What do you think? I didn't know who to dress up as and this was last minute."
"You look…" Divine. "Good."
"Thank you." As soon as your words were out of your mouth, he noticed how you stared at his outfit, squinting your eyes and making a tender gesture with your mouth that he had learned you did when you thought of something. "Come to think of it, you pretty much look like Damien in that hoodie. You should just add some sunglasses." You added after a few seconds, pointing to the blue fabric covering his body.
Kiyoomi frowned. Damien? Who the fuck was Damien and why he looked like him?
“Who?” He asked.
“Damien? The guy who shows up in the middle of the gym scene? With the blue hoodie and glasses? You haven't seen Mean Girls?”
The tone in which you said it made him regret having refused his cousin’s offer to see that damn movie a few months ago.
"No, I've only heard of it." He admitted with a shrug.
Surprisingly, you smiled at his response, "It's a classic. We should see it sometime."
We should. A half smile appeared on his face at the word we. "Yes, we should."
"Um, do you wanna go watch the beer pong game?"
—
Two hours later, Kiyoomi found himself having what was perhaps the longest conversation with a girl of his life, and the one he had enjoyed the most.
After awkwardly breaking the ice and watching Atsumu lose (two times in a row) in beer pong, you moved to the living room, where you luckily found space on the couch where you had been sitting since then.
Kiyoomi leaned back against the couch, his elbow resting on the armrest as he listened intently to you recount an embarrassing childhood memory that had him chuckling softly. The sight was rare, and his friends’ curious stares only made it rarer, he knew they were probably losing their minds right now, but he tried to ignore them, though, focusing instead on the way your eyes lit up when you spoke. You were magnetic in a way he hadn’t expected, and the realization only deepened the smile tugging at his lips. God, how much he regretted not having the self-confidence to talk to you in this way much earlier.
“Okay, your turn.” You said, nudging his knee lightly with yours.
“My turn?”
“To tell me something embarrassing. Come on, don’t hold out on me now.” You teased, leaning just a fraction closer.
Kiyoomi let out a low groan, feigning reluctance. “Fine. But you owe me for this.”
As he started to recount a story about an unfortunate middle school haircut incident, his voice grew more animated, his laughter trying to break through every now and then, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the room melted away.
The conversation flowed naturally, but there was an underlying tension, an awareness that neither of you could ignore. When he finished his story, you both fell into a comfortable silence, your knees still brushing against each other.
“Is it me or the twins keep staring at us?” You asked out of the blue, pointing with your head to a spot behind Kiyoomi, who didn't even want to bother turning around—because most likely no, it wasn't you—but still did, finding both twins pretending to look away before going their separate ways, Atsumu bumping into someone in the attempt.
He sighed deeply, his lips pressing into a line. “Ignore them. They’re just… nosy.”
You raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “Nosy about what?”
His face turned a faint shade of red, and he leaned back, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Kiyoomi didn't want to, but he would tell you the truth. “Probably that I'm talking to a girl.”
You chuckled, maybe finding his bashfulness endearing. “Do you not talk to girls often or something?”
“No.” He said, pretending that the admission didn't make him feel a little embarrassed.
“And is there any special reason why I'm the lucky one?”
Kiyoomi hesitated, his gaze flickering to yours before dropping to where your knees touched. His mind raced for an answer, but nothing felt sufficient—not for what he was feeling, not for why you had captivated him so completely.
“You're… different.” He finally said, his voice quieter than before.
“Different how?” You asked, your tone teasing but your eyes soft with curiosity.
He let out a breath, his hand brushing against his neck again, “You're easy to talk to. Genuine. And you're…” He stopped himself, shaking his head with a self-conscious laugh.
“I'm what?” You prompted, leaning in slightly, your voice coaxing.
“You're just… you. And I like that.”
Your playful expression softened into something warmer, and the space between you felt even smaller. “That's probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me, Kiyoomi.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
The silence that followed wasn't awkward—it was charged, alive with a tension neither of you could deny anymore. His hand, resting between you on the couch, shifted slightly, his fingers brushing yours. The touch was brief, almost hesitant, but it was enough to make you glance up at him.
In that moment, something unspoken passed between you—an understanding, a shared want that neither of you could ignore any longer.
Kiyoomi leaned in slowly, his movements deliberate, as if savoring every second leading up to the moment his lips met yours. When they did, the kiss was soft, tentative at first, but it quickly deepened as the world around you faded into the background. He wasn't an experienced kisser, he hadn't done it enough times in his life to consider himself one, but he let instinct guide him, following your rhythm. It was slow and even sweet, he could taste the flavor of your gloss. Strawberry. Maybe the same one he always saw you applying in the middle of class and now decided it was his new favorite flavor.
Kiyoomi doesn't know at what point the kiss became a little more intense. He could feel you pressing into him as you pulled one of your legs up onto his lap. He was so immersed in the kiss that he even forgot where he was, in the middle of a party, on an old couch surrounded by strangers and friends.
This same realization also seems to have reached you, because at that very moment you broke the kiss. And even though only seconds had passed, he already missed the feeling of your lips against his.
“Well—” You said, your voice light but still a little shaky. “I think your friends will definitely have something to talk about now.”
Kiyoomi chuckled softly, his thumb grazing over your knuckles. “Let them.”
You looked into his eyes and smiled at him, you looked very pretty with your slightly swollen lips and bright eyes. At that moment, Kiyoomi wondered if this was real or some dream, he was almost certain that his eyes betrayed how madly smitten he was by you.
“Kiyoomi,” You said, your voice breaking him out of his thoughts.
He tilted his head slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching in curiosity. “Yeah?”
Your next words, simple yet charged, left him momentarily stunned.
“Can we go somewhere else?”
—
When Atsumu gave him the key to the guest room, he never thought he would actually use it. But here he was, with a very excited you at his side waiting for him to open the door. He really hoped you wouldn't ask why he had that key, because he knew he didn't want to lie to you as he also knew he didn't want to give you the explanation.
After he opened the door, he stepped aside to let you in first before passing behind you. And something that caught him off guard was, when he barely closed the door behind him, you were quick to lock it before you put your hands on his cheeks to kiss him again. This time hungrier, more passionate.
You were a good kisser, too good. And that only made Sakusa more nervous than he already was, he knew what you wanted, he knew where this was headed. And even though he wanted it too, the reality is that he had no idea what the fuck to do.
His body was tensing up, overthinking the situation. He was not experienced in this area, not at all.
Still, he tried to keep up with you, walking backwards as you kissed him until he fell into a sitting position on the bed.
In a matter of seconds, Kiyoomi watched as you took off your pink sweater, staying only in your tank top which didn't cover you for long, since you took it off immediately, leaving a very nice white bra in sight.
It would be a lie to say that Kiyoomi was not hard. Because he was. Perhaps much harder than he had ever been in his life.
“I really wanted to do this.” You said, and without even giving Kiyoomi time to process what you just confessed, you kissed him again, took both of his hands and brought them to your breasts as you straddled his lap.
Kiyoomi almost choked when he felt your soft breasts under his palms, but instead of doing something with his hands, he stayed still, afraid to make a move you might not like.
He was frustrated with himself. He literally had the girl of his dreams all over him, kissing him, letting him touch her after admitting that she wanted to do this and he just did nothing.
Just relax, he told himself. Let yourself go.
But his body seemed to betray him again the moment your hands went to his pants with the intention of unbuttoning them, because the first reaction he had was to stop you while from his mouth escaped a “Wait.”
“What happened?” You asked, your brow furrowed, obviously confused by his sudden reaction.
C'mon, Kiyoomi, just tell her. She's an angel, she will understand.
“I don't know how to say this.” He mumbled, almost to himself. Still, he took a deep breath, encouraging himself to speak. “I, uh- I don't-” He tried to explain himself, but before he could complete the sentence, you interrupted him.
“You don't want to do this, do you?” You spoke softly, Kiyoomi looked up, meeting your face which had an expression full of disappointment.
His stomach turned over, no, no, no, no. You had misunderstood. “Y/n, that wasn't what—”
You quickly got up from his lap and bent down to pick up your shirt, “It's okay, I just-” Your voice broke as tears escaped your eyes and Kiyoomi felt like he wanted to kill himself at that moment, “I just want you to know that I'm not usually like this, but, when Atsumu told me that you liked me I thought that— I'm sorry, this is embarrassing.” The words rushed out of your mouth as you put your clothes back on.
Kiyoomi would ignore (for now) that Atsumu really told you that he liked you literally only minutes after he admitted it, he would kill him later, now his main priority was you and clearing up this mess as soon as possible.
“Hey, wait.” He said, holding you by the wrist to keep you from turning around and leaving. “I'm sorry. This is a misunderstanding, just, listen to me for a minute.”
You looked at him silently before turning to face him again.
He took a deep breath before continuing, “I like you, too much. I've been for a long time. And believe me when I tell you I really want to do it.” He admitted, and before you could say anything, he continued, “It's just that, I’m really fucking nervous. I— I've never done this.” His last words came out in a lower tone due to nerves and perhaps some embarrassment. But there was no turning back now.
You looked at him for a few seconds, blinking at him before asking, “Done... what?”
“This.”
“Oh. Are you a…” You said, leaving the last word up in the air, but he mentally finished it for you, knowing full well what you were going to say.
A virgin.
“Yes.” He confirmed it.
You were silent, and although it was somewhat dark, Kiyoomi could tell the shock on your face. He understood. If he were you, he might have been surprised too, since it's a fact that not many people expect.
Kiyoomi was silent as well, silently mourning for himself. Thinking that maybe he ruined everything and a part of him was afraid that you would make fun of him. But the truth is that he was more worried if you left, how would he look at your face after that? He wouldn't be able to. It looked like he would have to take back the plan to leave that class and move to another country, which was a shame, because everything was going so well.
His thoughts were interrupted when out of nowhere you let out a chuckle.
“I'm kind of dramatic, don't you think?”
What?
“I rushed to think that the reason you were a little tense and decided to stop was because you didn't like me, I never imagined that it was because you were… nervous. I'm really sorry, Kiyoomi.”
“Hey, It's okay, don't apologize. ” He said before taking both of your hands in his, “I should do it for not saying it from the beginning.”
“I didn't even give you the time to do it, I rushed too much, I should have taken it slower. But, I was excited, I mean, I just found out that the guy I like, likes me too.”
Okay, this is the second time you've admitted that you liked Kiyoomi. And wow, it felt fantastic to hear it, it felt so good and surreal at the same time that after all, it seemed that his feelings were indeed reciprocal.
“I think I ruined the mood.” You said in a chuckle, making Kiyoomi frown. “It's okay if you want to stop.”
He didn't want to stop, in fact, he felt quite the opposite. He wanted to do it, with you and only you. So he didn't think much of it when he asked, “Do you?”
“Huh?”
“Do you want to stop?”
He watched you bite your lip lightly before responding in the most adorable voice ever, “No.”
“Me neither.”
You looked at each other for a few more seconds before you wrapped your arms around his neck to bring your lips together again. The kiss was slower, and for some reason it felt much more intimate.
Kiyoomi returned his hands to your waist, now feeling more comfortable enough to caress you with his thumbs before slowly moving down your hips to your thighs, you seemed to understand what he wanted, because you automatically straddled his lap again.
After the awkward moment you just spent, his erection had softened, but when he felt your center against his crotch, combined with the kiss becoming more passionate, his dick soon got hard again. You felt it, of course you felt it. That must have been why you began to move slowly over him, brushing your sex against his, which caused Kiyoomi to moan against your mouth.
Kiyoomi by this point felt more comfortable, perhaps more confident, so he dared to run his hands up your sides until he reached the hem of your blouse.
“Can I take it off?” He asked after breaking the kiss, and you looked so cute when you let out a giggle and nodded before raising your arms as Kiyoomi pulled up the fabric.
Your bra came back into view, but not for long, as you brought your hands behind your back to unfasten it to let it fall to the side—Kiyoomi thanked mentally for this because he was sure it would have taken him quite a while to remove it by himself—.
The light coming through the window was enough to appreciate you well, which he was grateful for, because he really didn't want to miss any detail of seeing you this way. His thumbs went up to caress your nipples, which were erect and looked too cute. It was a gentle touch first before cradling both breasts in his hands and squeezing them gently.
“Can I...?” The question was lost in his throat, somewhat shy even to speak during this moment.
“Kiyoomi,” You said his name, grabbing him by the cheeks to make him look at your face, perhaps so he would be a hundred percent sure you meant what you were about to say, “You can do anything you want to me. If I don't like something, I promise I'll tell you, okay?”
He looked at you for a few seconds before answering, appreciating your face completely, from your eyes to your lips. God, you were so beautiful. “Okay.”
Kiyoomi kissed your neck and left a small peck on your collarbone before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He took it slowly, running his tongue softly over it before sucking gently, and somehow he felt proud of himself when you let out a little moan and brought your hand to his black curls.
He took his time, enjoying the taste of your skin in his mouth as he switched from one nipple to the other and finding delight in the little sounds you made until he felt eager for more. When he parted his lips from you, it was to remove his hoodie and t-shirt in one motion, letting them fall to the floor.
“Wow,” The expression came out of you almost automatically at the sight of his body. Your delicate hands went to his biceps, making a path along his skin, past his shoulders to his chest. “How can you be so hot?”
Your words caught him off guard, so he couldn't help the laughter that came out of him. “You think?”
“Of course, just look at you.” Your hands followed their trail, down his abs to his v-line, at that moment he knew what you would do next. You settled on his thighs, leaving more space between his crotch and yours, then lowered your hand to the noticeable bulge in his pants.
Kiyoomi almost moaned when you stroked him and almost choked on his own saliva when your thumb circled the tip, god, he knew he was leaking and hoped it didn't feel in his pants.
It was the moment you squeezed him, that something changed inside him, he felt eager for more, and although he didn't want to rush this, he dared to bring your lips together again and, placing a hand on your lower back to keep you from falling, he turned around to lay you down on the bed.
When he felt your hands on the edge of your pants, he decided to break the kiss and positioned himself in the middle of your legs to help you complete the action, pulling the fabric gently down your legs to drop them on the floor. Fuck. He gave himself the pleasure of admiring for a moment your beautiful form in front of him, in nothing but underwear, and practically giving yourself to him. If he was dreaming, he will kill whoever wakes him up.
His hands went up your thighs until they reached the edge of your underwear to start pulling it down, you raised your hips to help him and that was the moment where Kiyoomi saw for the first time your pussy. He gulped when in top of that, you spread your legs just as he finished removing the garment, exposing you completely to him, letting him see all of you.
Now, what was he supposed to do? Sakusa was not completely uneducated on the subject, he knew where he was supposed to touch or even kiss. But he also knew that knowing it wasn't the same as doing it. So he preferred to be honest and let you guide him rather than try to do something he wasn't entirely sure you would like.
“I really want to make you feel good, but, can you just…” For some reason (embarrassment) the words were lost in his throat.
“Guide you?” You finished the sentence for him.
“Something like that.” He mumbled.
You smiled with what Kiyoomi guessed would be tenderness before taking his hand and guiding it to the middle of your legs.
The first touch almost knocked the wind out of him and made his erection press harder against his pants, fuck, you were so wet and he could hardly believe it was because of him.
Sakusa leaned forward with one arm by the side of your head, meeting your face a few inches from his as you whispered to him how to please you. He circled your clit at the speed you liked, thrusting his fingers in and out, hitting that sensitive spot inside you that you helped him find, enjoying the moans that came from your beautiful lips and the way one of your hands squeezed his shoulder with pleasure.
You kissed him the moment you started to cum on his fingers, your legs even trembled and Kiyoomi had never felt so proud of himself. He kissed you with the same desire, not ceasing to give you pleasure until you asked him to stop because of over stimulation.
“God… you're so beautiful.” The words came out of their own accord as he looked down at you.
“You think?” You smirked.
“Every day.”
“I never thought you'd see me that way, you know?” Those words were kind of funny coming from you. The girl who was the dream of many. Including his own.
“Why?”
You shrugged, a playful glint in your eyes as you leaned slightly closer. “Because you’re you, Kiyoomi. Cold, composed, and…” You paused, pretending to think. “Kind of scary sometimes.”
He raised an eyebrow at that, but the small smile tugging at his lips betrayed his amusement. “Scary?”
“You know what I mean.” You teased. “You’re just… untouchable. Like, you don’t even notice anyone half the time.”
Kiyoomi chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. “I notice you.”
Your smile faltered for a second, replaced by something softer, something real. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He said. “You’ve always stood out to me. Even when I tried to act like you didn’t.”
You tilted your head, your expression thoughtful. “Why did you try to hide it?”
He hesitated, scratching the back of his neck as he glanced away for a moment. “Because… I didn't think I'd ever have a chance. I thought you were way out of my league.”
Your laugh was soft, light, and you reached out to gently take his hand. “Kiyoomi, you're ridiculous.”
“Am I?”
“Absolutely.” You said, patting his bicep lightly. “Because if you had just talked to me sooner, you'd know I've been trying to get your attention for ages.”
His eyes widened slightly, his lips parting as he tried to process your words. “You… what?”
You grinned, leaning in just enough that your noses almost touched. “I've always liked you, Kiyoomi. I just didn't think you'd ever notice.”
Kiyoomi stared at you, his heart pounding in his chest, before his lips quirked into a lopsided smile. “Guess we're both ridiculous, then.”
“Guess we are.” You murmured, and this time, it was you who closed the distance, your lips brushing his in a kiss so soft and sweet, the total opposite of the words that came out of your mouth next, “Now, please fuck me before I lose my mind.”
Of course he would, his mind and his cock couldn't hold back any longer.
“Just. Let. Me. Take– Take these off.” He said between kisses as you wouldn't let go, insisting on keeping his lips on yours with your palms on his cheeks.
Kiyoomi did his best to remove his jeans and underwear in one go without breaking the kiss, but in the end, he had to do so (albeit unwillingly), when the last of his clothes were on the floor and the two of you were completely naked, to say something he remembered at the last minute.
“I don't have a condom.”
This was bad, unfortunately Kiyoomi didn't carry any with him right now. The only one he used to carry in his wallet (just in case), he ended up giving it to Atsumu two weeks ago at a party, since at the time, the twin needed more than he did. Now he regretted it.
You looked at him for a moment, processing his words before saying, “I don't care if you don't care.”
“Are you sure?” He asked, astonishment radiating from his face.
“Very sure.”
Kiyoomi gulped before nodding, nervous about what was coming next.
He took his cock in his palm, giving himself a few gentle strokes before lining himself up with your entrance. Your hand went to the middle of your bodies to replace his hand with yours and he heard you gasp at the feel of his shaft.
“God, how— Kiyoomi, are you telling me you're a virgin with a dick like this?”
Kiyoomi couldn't help but let out a laugh, this was one of the things he liked most about you, how you spoke your mind bluntly.
“I guess so.”
“Well, I wanted you to put it in in one go. But I guess we'll have to go slow.” You teased, adjusting your hips as you continued to slowly stroke his dick.
Kiyoomi moaned as he felt your wet entrance meeting his leaking tip. He already felt in heaven and he wasn't even inside you yet.
He placed both of his arms beside your head, looking down at you as he slowly thrust his hips forward, moving deeper into you. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This felt so good. You felt so wet, so hot, so tight that he had to mentally beg his cock not to cum soon, he couldn't embarrass himself like that.
He pressed his lips against your forehead, kissing casually as he heard you moan as you took him in. “Does it hurt?” He asked, still with half of his dick out of you.
“A little.” You admitted and that worried Kiyoomi, who was about to pull out, but you spoke first. “But it feels so good, just keep going, it'll fade away.”
He nodded and continued to enter you until he was completely inside you. He had to press his forehead against yours, closing his eyes for a moment at the new feeling he was experiencing.
“How does it feel?” He heard you ask after a minute, your sweet voice filling the silence where only your breaths could be heard.
“Too good. Fuck. I don't think I'll last long.” He admitted, somewhat embarrassed, but still eager for more. “Can I— fuck—can I move?”
“Yes, please.”
Slowly at first, he began to move his hips, enjoying the feel of your wet walls squeezing him. Kiyoomi couldn't believe he missed out on this pleasure for so long, but he was glad that the one he was experiencing it with for the first time was you.
He looked down at you, paying attention to your face and appreciating your expressions with adoration radiating from his eyes. How you bit your lower lip, how you opened your lips slightly, how you closed your eyes, how you smiled when you made eye contact.
You whispered in his ear to go faster, and without a second thought, he complied with your request. He slipped both of his arms under your armpits to hold on tighter and began to thrust so hard that even the bed began to hit the wall. Thank goodness there was a party going on downstairs and the sound of the bed along with the sound of your moans would not be heard by others.
“Kiyoomi…” You moaned his name, sounding like an angel as you did. Your hands went behind his back, holding him tightly against you and he even felt your nails digging lightly into his skin. He couldn't resist bringing your lips together again, kissing you sloppily as he moved in and out of you.
He felt you squeeze him as your moans increased before he brought one of his hands to the middle of your bodies, circling messily over your clit, bringing you to the edge. Your legs trembled and a cute moan left your mouth as you came. Kiyoomi also moaned against your lips, you squeezed him so deliciously that he was surprised he didn't explode at that moment, but he knew he wasn't far from it.
“I'm going to…” The words were lost in his throat as he felt his own orgasm so close. He was panting like crazy, holding you tighter against him as he settled his head in the crook of your neck and his thrusts became more intense.
“Don't pull out, please.”
His common sense told him that was irresponsible, but his desire along with how sexy it was to hear you say those words were stronger, because when he least realized it, he was cumming inside you— and it felt good, too good. Nothing compared to the orgasms his hand had so far provided. God, he might get addicted to you after this.
The room fell into a silence, where only your accelerated breathing and the music muffled by the door could be heard. You both refused to move for a few moments, enjoying the touch of your skin and the vital sounds of each other.
The dim light slipping through the windows painted faint shadows on the walls, highlighting the way your bodies pressed together. Your skin against his was warm, electric, like a spark neither of you wanted to break. Time felt like it slowed, stretching out as you both stayed perfectly still, caught in the pull of the moment. He could feel your heartbeat under his touch, steady and grounding, blending into the quiet rhythm of your breaths.
“So, how was it?” You broke the silence, stroking his back with your fingertips.
Kiyoomi couldn't help but let out a chuckle in the midst of his quickening breath, “Mind blowing.”
“I agree.”
Kiyoomi propped himself up on his forearms, his eyes meeting your adorable face, and he couldn't help but smile softly. He leaned down to press a quick, gentle kiss to your lips before settling down beside you. With an easy, natural motion, he slid a hand to your waist, pulling you closer to him. Now, with your head resting on his chest, he held you with the kind of tenderness that made the moment feel too perfect to let go of.
As the quiet rhythm of his breathing filled the room, Kiyoomi looked down at you, nestled against his chest. He absentmindedly traced gentle circles on your back with his fingers, his mind lingering on the softness of the moment. The warmth of your presence and the steady rhythm of your breathing calmed him, but his mind refused to settle.
He couldn't stop replaying the events of the night—the way your presence had lit up the room, the way you spoke with such ease and authenticity, and how natural it felt to be by your side. For someone who usually kept people at a distance, you had somehow bypassed every barrier he'd carefully built.
The thought made his chest tighten, but not with unease. With something new. Something he wanted to hold onto.
He glanced down at you, his heart catching at the way your eyelashes fluttered as you blinked sleepily. He knew moments like this didn't come often—not for him. And he knew it— he wanted more.
But would you want that, too?
The doubt lingered for only a second before he pushed it aside. Tonight had been proof enough that whatever this was, it was mutual. And if he didn't take a chance, he'd regret it.
Gathering his courage, he took a breath, his voice low and steady as he broke the silence.
“Hey.” He began, the faintest hint of shyness lacing his tone. “Do you have plans tomorrow?”
You smiled, your cheek still resting against his chest. “Not yet. Why?”
“I was thinking…” He hesitated for a beat, then pressed on. “Maybe we could go out. Just the two of us.”
Your eyebrows lifted slightly, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “Are you asking me on a date, Sakusa Kiyoomi?”
“Yeah.” He said. “I want to take you somewhere nice. Anywhere you want.”
You reached up to brush a strand of hair from his face. “I'd love that.”
His lips curved into a small, genuine smile, relief flickering across his expression. “Good. I'll make it worth your while.”
“You already are.”
spoiler: sakusa didn’t know it yet, but atsumu will actually be the best man a few years later.
bf! kenma kozume who uses your selfies as his icons on every single platform available. steam, codm, you name it, you’re on it.
bf! kenma kozume who edits his in game avatars to look like you because “your face is satisfying to look at.” he then proceeds to throw a fit when “you” flirt with one of the love interests available, immediately hopping off the game and finding his place in your arms.
bf! kenma kozume who boosts you everywhere. your friends wonder how you reached platinum in valorant when you can barely manage to get double digit kills. your nickname in your discord server is literally “single digits.”
bf! kenma kozume who isn’t scared of getting his account banned, so long as he defends you from the misogynistic, lame weirdos who trashtalk you. he once got banned from chat for a month.
bf! kenma kozume who has the worst luck in gacha games, so when his favorite character’s banner drops, he immediately goes to your house to make you pull.
you and kenma had mutually agreed on a private relationship prior to being a couple, so he has absolutely no idea what to say when kuroo confronts him.
“kenma, who’s that girl in your profile picture?”
the man in question only coughs, looking around uncomfortably as he looks for a way to change the subject.
the two of you were currently doing your respective tasks in your room— kenma is gaming on your pc while you sit beside him, reading a book. your headset was cheap, making it easy for you to hear everything going on in the call.
“i, uhh...”
“what, is she an idol or something?”
oof. kuroo’s not letting up, is he?
your boyfriend’s gaze finds yours, the internal panic evident in his eyes. what’s that one old saying? eyes are a window to the soul?
you chuckle as you watch him, and kenma hmph’s at your dismissal.
kuroo speaks up again, interrupting the silence. “is she from a porno...? you can tell me, man.”
you barely hold back a fit of laughter as kenma stutters, “wha— no?! how’d you even come to that conclusion? you’re weird, kuroo!”
“just saying, bro. if you’re that secretive over her, you must be ashamed of how you discovered her. i mean, i’m not judgin’, you know,” he chuckles, setting up the bait. only thing left to do is wait for kenma to bite.
but kenma’s too smart for that. well, not really. if it were up to him, he’d have been screaming in kuroo’s ears right now about how absolutely pure and beautiful you are, and how he could never, ever be secretive over you. but, to his dismay, he remembers your agreement, mentally cursing himself for even agreeing in the first place.
you were his. his wonderful, utterly kind, other worldly beautiful love of his life. the object of all his desires, and the owner of his heart, body, and soul. why shouldn’t he show you off?!
you cave. in a matter of mere seconds, the headset goes from kenma’s head to yours as you speak against the mic, “i’m his girlfriend. you must be kuroo?”
on the other end, you can hear kuroo’s grunt of disbelief. kenma?! his anti social best friend who only ever talked to like, three people including him?! THAT guy managed to bag someone as pretty as you?! well, not to be condescending, but it simply doesn’t make sense! he doesn’t even go outside!
kenma grunts too, taking the headset back. his voice is calm again, back to its original octave. “kuroo, you there?”
“man, to be honest, i just thought you wanted to catfish people!”
notes: married— established rs, this feels so ooc i apologize, y/n used a couple times, actual streaming terms used(willing to explain them if needed!!), fluff, kuroo mention, lowercase intended!
“38 minute and 42 second compilation of kodzuken being whipped for his wife.”
this is the seventh part of the series created by this fan. the first part of the series was titled, “15 minute compilation of pro gamer kodzuken talking about his girlfriend.” the fourth part was the change from girlfriend to fiancée, and the sixth part was the change from fiancée to wife.
this youtube series has blown up everywhere— to the point some people don’t even know kenma as the CEO of Bouncing Ball Corporation or as a professional gamer/youtuber.
kuroo had been talking to his colleague about kenma once, when highschool was suddenly their topic of conversation. “ever heard of kodzuken?” “your best friend is the dude who doesn’t shut up about his wife?!” kuroo couldn’t even tease kenma about it anymore— kenma just was so shameless when it came to you! (and before he got famous all the yapping about you was always to kuroo. trust me, he’d recieve earfuls about you when you weren’t even together yet.)
after every valorant or league tournament (ewwwww) whether it was a win or loss, once the mic was brought to him to ask about the game, he’d state simply, “I’d like to thank my wife. Good games.” god he’d be even more annoying when it came to a solo queue in valorant. his go-to insult for a snobby teenager would be, “you’re bitchless AND jobless.” safe to say his ego inflates when they realize they’re talking to THE kodzuken, and if they didn’t know beforehand, they’ll know him soon enough when his motor of a mouth warms up to talk about his wife, forgetting to ever brief on the topic of having multiple jobs with high incomes.
oh but the comments on the series were always the best.
user @applepie: may this love attack me
user @kodzusss: y/n how do you find a man like this
user @makemestays: aura farming again
user @svteenm: i think i know more about y/n than i do about kenma at this point
user @moalways: he’s the standard i fear
user @emizszc: laying on the highway as we speak
user @sunaslefttoe: I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE!!!!
if you add up the time of all seven videos, the total time is pushing 5 hours… god he just can’t shutup about you. all the little emoticons for his channel; raids, copium, NT, are just you and him. every sub challenge just surrounds you. just to name a few, there was
“xx subs for a cooking stream with my wife”
“xx subs and my wife will play a ranked valo game”
“xx subs for a just chatting stream with my wife”
even when he had to switch gears. as a CEO, his management team was sick and tired of him. today he had been invited for an interview. he knew the interview show was scuffed prior to coming, so he decided to just do what he was best at. …talk about you of course!
“so, if it ever came down to choosing between your wife or your company, what’d you choose?”
“my wife.” he puts up his pointer finger before speaking again, “actually, she was one of my main motivations to start working on the … blah blah … and she really … blah blahhh blah … my career … blah” the interviewer felt a bead of sweat drop from her temple.
contrary to popular belief, osamu miya is not any better than his twin brother, especially when he’s with you.
this must be your fourth date this month, and it’s barely even two weeks in. so, in order to save money, osamu proposes a little life hack. a cheat code, if you will.
“baby, i got this ring at a pawn shop,” he takes a small, rusty ring from his pocket and presents it to you as he continues, “i’ll pretend i’m proposin’ to ya and all ya gotta say is yes, okay? free dinner, easy peasy.”
you sigh, holding back your laughter as you pinch your temple. “‘samu, that’s unethical.”
“whaaaat? no way, come on, baby. we’ll get to go on dates more often if we do this,” he says, and you know you shouldn’t say yes. you should be the angel in this scenario, guiding him towards the right path. the path of the just and the good.
...but then again, why would osamu date you if you weren’t at least a tiny bit similar in terms of thinking?
“fine.”
“hells yeah!” he celebrates, looking around and waiting for one of the staff members to enter your vicinity. luckily, it doesn’t take long until a blonde girl walks to the table next to yours and starts cleaning up the leftover dishes the previous party has left behind.
osamu looks at you, grinning before he gets off the chair and gets on his knee. you cup your mouth with both your hands, seemingly in shock; though in reality, you’re doing it to prevent yourself from laughing like a madman.
“my sweet, beautiful, gorgeous girlfriend. i’ve loved you since i’ve known you, and i’ll love you for as long as i do. will ya marry me?”
and the restaurants’ guests just eat. it. up. the crowd cheers, much like how they do in his games, and they chant “yes, yes, yes!”
“yes!” you burst out in laughter, jolting out of your seat and hugging him. he lifts you up slightly before putting you back to the ground and kissing you, lips soft and at your mercy.
osamu puts a ring on your finger as the crowd yells and howls, and later that night, the manager approaches the two of you and tells you not to worry about the bill.
atsumu’s been rubbing off on your boyfriend too much.
and so this becomes a ritual, though you’re both careful not to overuse it. you reserve it for anniversaries and small celebrations, like his team winning a big tournament or you getting a high score from a grumpy professor.
and though it doesn’t always work, you guys at least get a little dessert on the house.
until one day, when you’re a high end, fancy restaurant. you’re wearing a silk, red dress with so much jewelry, you’re practically shining. the chandelier lights reflect off of his rolex watch, and you both have just finished eating.
“this place is really good, osamu. we should come here more often.” you take a sip of the wine, drinking in delight.
“yeah... hey babe, what’s that?” he points behind you and you turn immediately in curiosity.
“...huh? ‘samu, i don’t see anything,” you turn back around to face him, but lo and behold, osamu miya is down on one knee.
your eyes look around in shock, clearly taken aback. “wha— babe, we didn’t plan this?!”
“i know,” he chuckles, pulling out a ring similar to the one he bought at the pawn shop, except brighter, cleaner. with more diamonds than you could ever even imagine. “my love, i’ve loved you since i’ve known you, and i’ll love you for as long as i do. will ya marry me?”
# . ݁₊ ⊹When you transferred to Shiratorizawa during your second year you didn't expect to have a full blown crash out in the first week. As a new student, there were many things you needed to take care of— bringing documents back and forth from the secretary's office to the medic to the PE teacher. Just as you were entering the gym to drop off the last papers, the file tucked between your chest and the cup of iced coffee in your hand, scrolling on your phone, a volley ball came crashing against you. You froze, looking down at the coffee spilled over uniform and documents before looking up to see a guy jogging towards you. "Sorry, miss–" he began but you quickly cut him off, throwing your hands up in the air.
"Dude what's wrong with you? Can't you aim?" you huffed angrily, cringing at the feeling of the wet shirt clinging to your skin. "I was literally on the side of the court didn't you see me there?"
And so you went off at the massive guy in front of the whole volleyball team until you eventually stormed out of the gym, your face flushed from anger. Unbeknownst to you, Wakatoshi Ushijima was hooked. Staring aimlessly at your shrinking figure, anxiously grasping the volley ball in his hands, Ushijima tried to make sense of the strange flutter in his chest. And from that day on he followed you around like a puppy, his sharp gaze finding you in the cafeteria during every break. Despite his friends' taunts and comments about how whipped he was for the new mean girl in school he always came to sit by your side, bringing you a little treat— a soda, milk bread or whatever cake the cafeteria was selling that day. You thought it odd at first but figured he wanted to make up for the unfortunate accident on the day you met so you let him stay.
And Ushijima stays, silently at first, looking over your frame with that stoic expression of his, his eyes following your manicured nails tapping relentlessly at your phone. "Do you have something to say or what?" you snap after a few days of this behaviour, looking him over and Ushijima feels dizzy from how pretty you look with your brows pinched together and that angry little pout on your face. "I was wondering if you don't like the fruit cake. You haven't touched it."
You roll your eyes, pushing the cake towards him. "I don't eat kiwi, it's gross." Ushijima nods, staring blankly at the tart as he rubs his hands together. "They don't have anything else today." he begins and before you can spit another biting comment he speaks up again. "Maybe we could grab something else after class? If you want."
The captain's words make you pause for a second, his earnest look softening your anger. You finally notice how nervous he seems, fidgeting under the small table in the cafeteria while waiting for an answer. Then it occurs to you that maybe you are too bitchy to him— after all, why hold a grudge against some guy who you just met? One who was handsome, polite and bought you sweets too. So instead of throwing another scathing remark at him you nod. "Alright. But only if there's no tart."
Ushijima visibly relaxes at your approval, a small, hopeful smile tugging at his lips. "Yea, no tart. Got it."
Yea, his friends were right. He was totally whipped.
“what’s the wi-fi password?” you ask tooru. more accurately, you ask tooru’s back, because he’s busy turning on the tv and setting the channel to JSPORTS.
“oh, your name,” he says, “and then 13.”
you snort at his predictability. your name is kind of sweet, though, you remember watching it with him as teenagers, the tears running down his face and his thick denials that he totally wasn’t crying at the end.
Incorrect password for “Oikawifi.” your screen reads.
“it didn’t work,” you say, leaning over the back of the couch and stretching your arm out towards him. he’s standing about a foot from the screen with his left hand on his hip and the remote in the other, looking vaguely reminiscent of a father trying to navigate technology.
“dumb-dumb,” he turns to you, “did you forget how to spell your own name?”
“eh?” you say. “your name?”
“no, your name,” he says your forename then, and you color brilliantly, or at least it feels like it, your face hot, suddenly unable to look at him head-on. “and then 13. like—“
“josé blanco, i know,” you roll your eyes fondly, a defense against whatever this reveals about him. “you’re gonna get hacked.”
“no way, blanco will protect me,” he says. “and you. you’d protect me, wouldn’t you? since i put your name as my password and all?”
“uh-huh,” you say, distracted as your phone accepts the password combo. “hey, is your bank account password my name too?”
suna "we're just friends" rintaro who's actually in a secret relationship with you, but feels the need to keep it a secret until it gets more serious because he's scared. except the miya twins have caught on, and they have a running bet going for who's going to spill first. atsumu thinks suna would rather keel over than admit to them he's dating someone, but osamu is smugly convinced that his friend's resolve is weaker than yours. so they decide to put it to the test.
it starts off . . . weird. osamu is putting moves on you, and you have no idea what to make of it. he's asking to walk you home and tells you that you should come to watch them practice. he even shoves atsumu out of their usual seat in the cafeteria to invite you to sit next to him. he seems really interested in you, and you don't want to be mean, but you also can't lead him on.
you're too focused on osamu's strange behavior to notice that he only acts this way when suna is around. so you don't see the way your boyfriend clenches and unclenches his fists when he overhears osamu wanting to walk you home after school. you don't hear the huff he lets out or how he slams his locker door a little harder when osamu invites you to watch them play with a well practiced smile. and you certainly don't realize the sheet white paleness that grows on his face when osamu shoves atsumu off the bench to make space for you.
suna doesn't blame you. his friends are idiots and getting on his last nerve. but everything comes to a screeching halt when osamu puts his arm around your shoulder, and suna absolutely loses it.
"we're dating!" it's the closest he gets to yelling without actually, but it's loud.
"damn it!" atsumu shouts, but suna doesn't hear. he practically has tunnel vision, zeroed in on where osamu connects to you.
"we're dating," he repeats through gritted teeth. "so get your grimy slimy spiker little hands—" he stalks over to osamu with surprising speed to knock his hand off of you, "off of my—"
"rintaro," you scold softly, and the twins try not to react when their usually unbothered and finicky middle blocker . . . listens?
"he—you're my—i'm—" he erupts in an aggravated groan and quickly decides to pull you to his side, away from osamu.
suna starts mumbling things under his breath they can't hear. his words are clearly reserved only for you, but the twins watch quietly anyway as you smooth away the worry lines growing on his face from his furrowed eyebrows and press a soft kiss to his cheek that has leaves them dusted in the slightest pink. he's whipped, and suddenly the only thing the miyas could think of was—how the hell did they not notice sooner?
yes i'm a soft lovesick sunarin truther. that man is a simp and i take no arguments
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