#haikyu fics

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leave before you love me | m.a.

A/N: It was hard to figure out how to go about this one

Synopsis: He doesn’t really want you to care for him and the little scars he hides so well

Genre: Band!AU, fluff, angst (duh)

Warnings: drug use, strip clubs, toxic relationship, 

Pairings: leadsinger!Atsumu x f!reader, timeskip!Atsumu x f!reader.

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“We’re going tomorrow night.” Mila says to you. She’s been raving about this band for the longest time. “Taro is opening for them!”

You pull up your head from the kitchen table, you got home 20 minutes ago from working at the club and your head hurts. She knows you love Taro which is why she used that against you. “Fine. I’m not working tomorrow anyway.”

She claps her hands together. “Maybe you could wear what you’re wearing now! Your bodysuit looks cute. Did they tip you for handing them drinks.”

You smile, remembering it was a busy Thursday. “Yea, a bachelor party came in, and although I think they’re absolute pigs, they do tip a shit ton.”

“Ugh, I wish, my shift starts at seven pm, and I finish at midnight so I’ll meet you at the club they’re performing at.” She looks at her watch and notices it’s about six am. “Agh, go to sleep ok, get some rest.”

“G’night.” You change out of your clothes, shower, and then you fall dead on your bed.

You hardly ever have dreams, but this time, you dreamt that you and Mila were somewhere better than a scruffy two bedroom apartment in the middle of Chicago. Despite the shitty apartment, you two had a wonderful view of the city, and that was about the nicest thing you had.

Working as a waitress definitely helped you be able to pay your rent and own a couple of nice things. You love the girls you met there, but you just aren’t sure if this is what you want to be doing forever. There was just never another option for you.

When you wake up its one in the afternoon. You have a long day before you have to meet up with Mila, so you clean the house, make breakfast, and get ready to head to the gym.

It’s about 5pm when you walk in and spot Kenma and Kuroo, your friends from the orphanage. “Hey!” You wave them down and Kuroo gives a big and bright smile while Kenma waves slightly. They own the gym chain after Kenma made a fortune doing what he loves and Kuroo was a good business partner. They’re like you and Mila, joint together. “I haven’t seen you guys around here in forever! What are you guys doing?”

“Monthly inspection at the gyms.” Kenma replies.

Kuroo spits and laughs. “There’s a band that this kid likes in town, so we decided to kill two birds with one stone.”

You think for a second. “Is it the Jaguars or something? Mila and I are going to that too, tonight.”

“It’s The Jackals,” Kenma corrects.

Kuroo points at Kenma then looks back at you. “Did you get reeled in because she said-”

“Taro was going to be there, yes I did.” You two laugh together. Kuroo introduced you to Taro, he’s very big and upcoming, but you assume The Jackals are too since so many people like them. “Do you guys wanna work out with me? Its leg day.”

The two of them cross their arms in an X and shake their heads. “Last time we did that, Kenma was bedridden, and my co-workers made fun of me, so no thank you Sweetie.”

You laugh and punch Kuroo’s shoulder, everyone at the orphanage called you a sweetheart, so Kuroo aptly nicknamed you Sweetie. “Alright you big babies, I’ll see you at the concert.” They wave goodbye and you get to work.

You pull up your workout playlist and decide to add some of The Jackals’s song that would fit your workout playlist. You add Hardest to Love, Starboy, When will I See You Again, and Gimme Love. The first song was upbeat and everything, but the message behind it was so sad. He’s singing how hard it must be to love him and he feels bad that the other person tries so hard and puts up a front to be with him. Obviously at the end, they eventually give up and he talks about how he knew this was going to happen.

Your heart clenches, but you continue to the next song. Starboy was even more upbeat that the last, but it was very accusatory. Like they were pointing a finger at someone and telling them ‘look what you did to me.’ You liked it.

When Will I See You Again was softer than the other two and it was sweet. Not as loud about their feelings as the other ones. It was just about holding someone close to them after them being away.

Then Gimme Love was about a relationship that was pretty doomed, but he can’t help but stay and try his best. He wants what they used to be, and even though it’s not good now, he can’t let go of them.

You listen to your regular playlist by Taro after you finish your squats and head to the leg press. You loved all his songs, but Psycho and Stay were your favorites, you just hoped he played them at his concert.

Once you finish up your workout its already 7pm. You head back home, eat dinner, and go shower again. You get ready in your concert clothes with your boots so your feet don’t die in the mosh. You also put on some makeup, jewelry, and perfume so you don’t smell too bad.

It’s 11pm once you finish and you rush out to get on the train. It’s about a 30-minute ride and you continue to listen to your Taro playlist, excited to see him so soon.

You get off on your stop and walk to the venue. It’s at an underground club in Chicago, they aren’t big artists yet, so the venues are smaller. You were there decently early, there were only about a handful of people so you grabbed a drink and sat at the bar.

You texted Mila to tell her were you were and she said she was leaving the club already. You texted Kuroo and he said they were driving and there was a crazy amount of traffic. So you just sat by yourself.

“Hey, can I get a blue moon.” The bartender cracks one open and hands it to him. “Thanks.”

You chuckle at the guy and he looks at you questioningly. “No orange?” You ask. Normally most people drink it with an orange.

He looks down at his drink and nods. “Didn’t feel like an orange kinda night.”

“I guess that’s fair.” You shrug and continue to sip on your drink.

“What about you, what are you drinking?”

You smile and nod your head. “Uh, sprite, ha.” The man chuckles.

He has a wonderful smile, you note, and his physique is quite impressive. “What are ya doin’ here so early? Big fan?”

“Um, my roommate told me to be here at midnight, so I like to be punctual.” You shrug

He nods in understanding and begins to take a seat next to you. “What’s yer name?”

You tell him. “You can just call me Sweetie. What about you?”

His eyes widen and you don’t know what you did wrong. “So, you came here, just for yer roommate, not cause you know the band that’s playin’ tonight?”

You shake your head. “I know Taro, and I just started listening to a few of the The Jackals’s songs today.”

He sets his beer down on the table and crosses his arms. “And which of their songs are yer favorite right now?”

You hum and think for a bit. “I think it’s Hardest to Love. I liked the openness of it. How he understands that he’s not easy to handle, but that he did love the person and he wishes he could have fixed it if only he knew how. I think it’s a pretty message and relatable. Shit happens, and you never know how to handle every situation.”

At the time you didn’t hear it, but he lets out a breath and then just smiles at you. “Wow, you really analyze songs a lot.”

You smile sheepishly and drink your soda. “I really like music, so I’m never opposed to listening to new artists.”

“That’s good to know.” He finishes the last of his beer and gets up. “I gotta run, but you enjoy the show.” You wave back about to ask for his name, but he’s already gone.

Not long after, Mila, Kuroo and Kenma show up. The four of you make your way to the front, and since you were there early, everything worked out. “Gahh I’m so excited Sweetie!”

“Me too! I’m so excited for Taro.” You and Kuroo fist bump and wait impatiently.

An MC comes out on stage to introduce. “How are all you gorgeous people doin’ tonight.” There’s a bunch of woo’s and yea’s coming from the crowd. “I won’t take up too much of your time, so first up we got Taro-” the crowd screams, you and Kuroo are among them. “Alright settle down, he’s performing four songs for you today. Then The Jackals will come in as your main set.”

Everyone claps and waits for the MC to finish. “Without further ado… make some noise for TARO!”

You and Kuroo are screeching, clapping your hands together. Taro comes out in some chains, a mesh shirt which has everyone going apeshit, sneakers, and a bucket hat. Everyone’s still screaming by the time he gets to the mic. “Alright, shut up you fucks.”

Everyone laughs and a few people scream ‘we love you Taro!’

He laughs into the mic and nods. “Yea I love you guys too. Now let’s get this going, what song are we thinking?”

Your mouth moves before you could even think. “PSYCHO!” You screech, but then get embarrassed after realizing how loud you were.

He laughs again, grabbing the mic off the stand and squats down in front of you. “Fitting, since you’re all a bunch of little psychos.” He rubs the top of your head with his hand and gets up. “Let’s get it.”

You die internally because holy shit, Taro touched you. You don’t have time to bask in it though because his number starts and you and Kuroo need to go crazy for it. He starts, “Yea my AP goin’ psycho…”

Taro’s numbers are to die for and everyone is having a great time. Before you know it, he’s on his last song of the night. “It’s been fun you guys, so let’s end it with Stay.”

You want to cry because that’s all you wanted. When he gets to the chorus, you and Kuroo yell, “but don’t count on me to stay!”

Taro finishes up and you’re sad to see him go. “Thank you Chicago! I’ll miss my hometown. We’ll see each other soon.” He winks at the crowd and you all cheer him off.

The MC comes back as the people behind him change up the set. “Alright, and our main set. Everyone, please welcome in The Jackals!” Mila is jumping and yelling while Kenma is just clapping, but he has this big smile on his face. You go to tie your shoes since someone stepped on your laces and undid them.

When The Jackals come up, the lead singer steps in front of the mic while the other three set up. “Hey everyone, if you don’t know,” you recognize the voice and you stand back up so quickly only to see the lead singer, the man you talked to at the bar looking down at you. “I’m Atsumu, the lead singer, that’s Shoyo on guitar, Kiyoomi on bass, and Kotaro on drums.” You stand unmoving, completely lost. How could you not know. “Now, I know we were gonna open with Starboy, but I’ve been convinced to start with Hardest to Love so enjoy this everyone.”

He smiles in your direction, and this does not go unnoticed by your roommate. “Sweetie, what in the hell happened.”

You stood there, still shocked. “All I did was make fun of his beer.”

Atsumu starts, “You try with me so many times…”

Regardless of anything, Atsumu had a wonderful voice that hit every note you could think of. High, low, whatever, he could do it. You didn’t know, but The Jackals knew he was showing off and just smirked to themselves.

Once he finishes he moves on. “Did you guys like that?” The crowd howls at him making him smile and chuckle. “We’ve got 8 more songs, let’s make this count, yea?” Everyone is excited and pumped up.

You try to enjoy the songs, but how can you when he’s looking at you so intensely. You decide to ignore it and have a fun time with your friends.

The last song comes up and it’s Cough Syrup, you haven’t listened to it so you decided to pay attention to the lyrics. It’s a great song, it helps slow down the fast tempo everyone was cheering at and is a great closing number. You make eye contact with Atsumu, a blush appears on your face but you refuse to look away.

Still, it doesn’t help that he’s looking at you with a grin on his face singing into the microphone. You can’t help it that he looks so incredibly attractive while doing it. It’s not your fault.

The music slows and Atsumu sings the last line, “One more spoon of cough syrup, now woah.” Everyone’s cheering and clapping while the band all gets on one knee and thanks everyone.

“Thank you Chicago, yer always my best crowd. Just tell Taro that yer all my hometown.” The crowd laughs and claps to the singer, he pushes his hair back with a hand, sweat prominent on his features. “Love ya.”

“We love you!” Everyone yells back at him. He smiles and waves goodbye, then everyone goes on their own way.

Atsumu is still there looking at you, he mouths to you ‘come backstage with your friends.’ You nod, unable to do anything else. “Hey guys, follow me.” They all do without question.

When you get to their room, there’s a man in front of the door. “You are?” He asks.

“Um, I’m y/n, Atsumu said to come back here.” He nods and opens the door for you. It’s all the band members sitting on the couch and Taro, except for Kiyoomi who’s in the shower.

“Sweetie! Hi.” He kisses the side of your cheek to welcome you and you’re taken aback, but don’t say anything of it. “Yer all her friends?”

Mila is frozen, her dreams coming true all at once. “Mila.” She says pointing to her self. The Jackals and Taro chuckle at her while Atsumu shakes Kuroo’s and Kenma’s hands.

“It’s nice to meet you all.” You say nodding your head in their direction.

Suna gets up and rubs your head. “You’re the psycho girl.”

“What?” Atsumu asks confused and your cheeks flush bright red.

“She asked me to play Psycho really loud. Good choice by the way.” You thank him for his music and Kuroo begins to engage in conversation with him.

Mila and Kenma somehow get talking to Shoyo and Kotaro in the meantime. “Cat got yer tongue?” Atsumu teases.

You roll your eyes, your previous nervousness fleeing, it’s just something about him. “Please, I was just feeling nervous.”

He chuckles at you. “Did ya like the show?”

“Yea, Taro was great, your voice broke a couple times though.” You tease back.

“What, there’s no way-” your laugh cuts him off and he pouts. “Not funny.”

You smile and pat his shoulder. “I think you did great, really. I liked all of the songs.” You’re staring at each other for too long and there’s just something there that you can’t deny.

He leans in to whisper in your ear, sending chills down your spine. “Would ya like to come over to my apartment?” You don’t want to get too attached to a singer, but you wouldn’t be opposed to it either. A night with him and maybe a little more doesn’t seem like a bad idea at all.

“Alright.” You smile.

Despite common stereotypes, Atsumu was a gentleman above all else. He made sure you were comfortable, gave your roommate his address in case she wanted to go check on you, and asked if you were alright all the time.

“If I wasn’t ok, I would’ve kicked you and ran away with your car.” He chuckles and continues to change the gear on his car. “What’s it’s name again.”

He revs the engine. “Aran.”

“Ohh, where’d you get that name from?” You ask.

Atsumu shifts in his seat a bit and comes to a stop at a red light. “My brother and I used to live in a pretty bad neighborhood, and Aran was our friend. He was older than us so he and another guy named Shin were like family to us along with Rintaro.” He sighs and puts the car into gear to drive. “Anyway, when we were 17 Aran joined the army to help support his family, but he ended up in a crossfire and passed away.”

There was a lump in your throat and you weren’t sure what to say. “I’m glad I got to meet one Aran then.”

You thought he was going to stare you down but he just laughed. “Me, too. He was awesome.”

“I didn’t really live in the greatest place either, lots of kids I knew went to join the army, but I never heard if they were ok.” You fiddle with your hands a bit.

He asks, “Where did you live?”

“I grew up in the orphanage not too far from the venue you were at. I met all my friends there. They kind of kick you out as soon as you’re 16.” You shrug.

“Damn.” Atsumu says. “What’ve you been doin’ since then.”

“Work to live?” The two of you chuckle. “I work at a strip club in the heart of Chicago, I’m a waitress. I can’t dance for shit.”

He laughs at you and you just smile. “That’s good, let me know where and I’ll visit ya sometime.”

“I’m honored that you would pay me such a visit.” You push his shoulder and the two of you laugh together in the car.

You’re about to go down a steep hill but stop at the top. “My apartment is just down there.” He points all the way at the bottom. “We’re gunning it down.”

“Atsumu no-”

“Atsumu yes.” He winks and before you can say anything, you’re rolling down the hill grabbing onto Atsumu’s arm for dear life, eyes locked on the downhill road. You’re yelling and Atsumu is just laughing at you before coming to a hard stop at his place. “We made it.”

You look at him, arms shaking. “I’m gonna kill you.”

He smiles and kisses your cheek. “Chin up, let’s go eat, I’m starvin’.” The small kiss takes you aback, but you hop out of the car and follow him. He holds out his hand and you take it. He leads you up the stairs and into his apartment. “Sorry it’s kinda a mess.” He scratches the back of his head.

There’s papers all over and instruments all over the place, even a picture of him and- “Did you photo shop that?” It was a picture of him and someone who looked just like him on a volleyball court with seven other people

He looks to the picture you point at and laughs. “No, that’s my brother, we’re twins.”

“I feel bad for your mom, you guys must’ve been a handful.” You smile.

Atsumu nods, placing pizza into the microwave, a small smile spreading on his face. “She was great though, never gave up on us.” He looks up and his face drops. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking-”

You hold up a hand and shake your head. “Don’t worry about it, I know you didn’t mean anything by it. Single parents are badass.”

He agrees. “D’ya know anything about yer ma?”

You shake your head. “No, I don’t even know if I want to, you know? It’s been so long, knowing who she is now would just make me so angry.”

The microwave dings and he goes to grab the pizza. “Follow me.” He leads you up yet another flight of stairs, but once you get to a door, the cool Chicago breeze welcomes you and you find yourselves on the attic.

You take in the beautiful view that surrounds you. The lights overwhelmingly yellow and orange, cars driving by, trains, busses, and the beautiful sky, that due to the pollution, only the moon was visible. There were a few stars here and there, ones that never quit. “This is everything. I can’t go back home now that I’ve seen this.”

“Then don’t.” Atsumu shrugs taking a bite of his pizza, offering you a slice. You decline.

You and him sit across from each other on these lawn chairs looking at the sky. When he finishes his slice you turn to him. “Why did you want me to come with you.”

“The truth?” He asks. You nod. “I was really just lookin’ for a nice night, but after talkin’ to ya, I think it’d be safe to say I’m glad I met ya.” Why is it that you’ve only just met and he causes your heart to flutter like this. This was cosmic, you felt it in your bones, and whether or not Atsumu wanted to admit it, he knew that too. Knew that you would be someone special, someone he wouldn’t let himself have, but he ignored all that. “Why did you accept?”

You shrug. “Random hookup didn’t seem like a bad idea. I got swept away by your rocker singer persona or whatever.” He smiles at you and grabs a hold of your hand. You don’t want to ask if he’s looking for a relationship, because you’re scared of the answer. You want him to keep holding your hand just as he is. “Why did you become a singer?”

“It was actually my second dream.” You sit up and turn to face him. “I wanted to become a pro-volleyball player, but our school wasn’t well equipped with training to even get past the first round in a tournament. I didn’t want to burden my ma.”

“For what it’s worth, I think, maybe in another life, you’re doing just that.” He chuckles and squeezes your hand. “Is your dad not in the picture?”

He shakes his head. “Nah. He took off after our fourth birthday. He was shit dad for the time he was there anyway, so I’d like to say we were better off without him.” Atsumu pulls out his phone and plays a song on it. You haven’t heard it before, but you recognize his voice through the speakers. “Dance with me?”

You get up and place your hand on his shoulder and the other in his hand while he wraps his other one securely around your waist. “Which one of your songs is this?”

“Slow Dancing in the Dark. Bokuto wrote it, his boyfriend and him were really goin’ through it at the time.” The two of you dance around the roof. He places you on the ledge and lets you jump onto him as he spins you in his arms.

You laugh and sway with him again. “You’re quite the charmer. You do this with a lot of girls?”

He shakes his head. “Nah, most of them don’t talk to me as much as you have.” He smiles.

“I like how open you are.” You blurt out, but it’s already out there. “I dunno, it just makes other people more comfortable to be real with you.”

“I never got anything from being a liar. I guess that’s just how I am. How do you get me to talk so much Sweetie? You haven’t talked much about yerself.”

“You haven’t asked.” You teased and he places you on his lap as you sit back down.

“What’s yer dream Sweetie?” He smiles and keeps you guys moving.

You hum and just wonder if maybe it was too deep to share, but he’s been so honest with you, you feel like you could tell him. “To have a family of my own. To never abandon them and make sure they know I love them with all my heart.”

“That’s a pretty dream.” You smile and rest your head on his shoulder, you two dance till the music stops.

You wake up the next morning next to Atsumu on his bed. Memories from the night hit you like a bus and you want to squeal. He was sweet all the way through. You try to gather your thoughts but it was all scrambled with the fact that you slept with the lead singer of a band. You gotta cross that off a list somewhere.

Atsumu moves and he wakes up, looking at you holding the sheets up to your chest. “Mornin’.” He greets and you mutter a small hi as you shrink into the bed. “Ah, don’t be shy now. I’m gonna go make breakfast.”

You pull a shirt of his and some boxers out to wear and you make your way to the kitchen. He sees you come in and smiles while turning his head to the side. “I hope you don’t mind.” You refer to the stolen clothes.

He waves you off and continues to cook up some wonderful breakfast. “How d’ya like yer eggs?”

“Scrambled please.” He smiles cooking that right up. “How’d you become such a great cook.”

“My brother owns a restaurant.”

You nod. “Yea, I think he’d be disappointed if you didn’t know how to cook.” The two of you chuckle together and he places the egg on your plate.

“Any plans today?”

You think for a moment before groaning. “Yea, Mila and I work from 6pm to 1am today.”

Atsumu perks his head up and smiles. “I’ll bring the guys then, visit you on the job.”

You laugh and agree. “Ok, I’ll see you there then.”

The two of you eat breakfast together before he drops you off at your house, still in his clothes. “See ya later tonight.” He winks, and all you can do is smile and wave as he drives off. Before you can turn back around, Mila pulls you inside and up the stairs.

She sits you down on the couch and stares at you. “Alright, explain.”

“Well, he was really nice, we danced, talked and… well you know, then he made me breakfast and drove me back here, oh and he’s coming to our job later with his friends.” You tell.

Her mouth is stuck wide open, unable to move. “Oh my- how do you do that. Well now I’m nervous to go to work. I think he likes you y/n.”

“I don’t think that’s what he’s looking for Mila.” You get up and head to your room.

She laughs and shakes her head. “Well someone better tell him you don’t dance and be all sweet to your friends with benefits.”

“I don’t think that’s exactly what this is either.” You say.

“Well then it’s a big fat fucking ‘it’s complicated’.” She throws her hands up mumbling to herself about what to wear.

You’d hate to admit it, but you think that’s exactly what this is.

Nevertheless you got ready for your day with Mila. It wasn’t too crowded yet, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t antsy for Atsumu and the rest of them to show up. Mila picked up on it really quick.

“You’re gonna burn a hole in the door looking at it like that.” She quips

Your shoulders sag a little. “Am I that obvious?” You ask her.

“Only to me, Sweetie.” She pinches your cheeks before carrying her tray to her table.

Somewhere during your conversation a new table was sat, and when you went to wait on them you locked eyes with a familiar blonde. Your whole body relaxed, and Atsumu turned to you, a warmth spread throughout his body. Whatever was happening between the two of you was happening fast, and even though Atsumu knew he couldn’t give you more, he was selfish and wanted to have you if not just for another day.

He smiles charmingly at you when you get to the table. “Hello boys.”

“Hi Sweetie,” they all wave to you: Kotaro, Shoyo, and Kiyoomi. Atsumu grabs your hand and kisses it looking up at you. He was taking in the lovely corset you had on with the fishnets. 

You blushed deeply, but it was hidden by the bright and colorful lights in the club. “What can I do for you boys?” They give you their orders which you take diligently to the bar. 

“See, they got here.” Mila snickers and waves at them from behind the bar. “Let me help you with the drinks.”

The two of you finish them quickly and walk over to drop them on the table. Before you’re able to say anything you feel a quick slap on your ass. Your whole body freezes up and you turn to see a very drunk customer. “No touching,” you seethe.

Mila turns as well, standing next to you as help. “Mmm no, I don’t think that’s what you should say.” The guy walks right up to you and grabs your arm. Immediately another arm shoots out to grab his.

“Hey,” Atsumu says cooly grinning with mal intent. “Why don’t you let go of her arm yea?”

The guy is displeased and raises an arm to which Atsumu’s friends respond quickly by getting up, but he was stopped by Earl, one of the security workers. “Are you alright Sweetie and Mila?”

Mila nods. “Yea this guy needs to go, he’s touching.” She huffs and Earl nods.

“Don’t worry he’ll be gone soon.” Earl disappears with the man out the door and you let out a breath.

“Are you okay?” Atsumu asks, his jaw tight.

You nod breathing in. “Yea, it comes with the job. Earl and Riley are really good at kicking them out if need be.” You smile. “Sit down and relax, don’t worry too much about me.” 

“Well that’s not possible.” Atsumu murmurs, but you are already halfway back to the bar with Mila.

“You’re sick Atsumu.” Shoyo says.

Atsumu turns to his bandmate with a wary look. “Huh?”

Kotaro nods in agreement with the guitarist. “You got it bad Atsumu.” 

“She’s good. Really good.” Shoyo adds again. 

He ignores them and changes the subject. Kiyoomi and the rest of them understand he’s deflecting because he likes you too, but he can’t be with you. He won’t let himself be with you, and that’s exactly what they want him to see, that he can. 

Regardless of his distaste for their probing, Atsumu gets his notepad out and scribbles down some lyrics. “You really brought that with you?” Kiyoomi asks pointedly.

Atsumu rolls his eyes at his friend. “I bring it everywhere. I don’t know why you’re surprised. The boys begin conversing about their next upcoming show but Atsumu is watching you. He watches you laugh with Mila and charm the customers that come up to you. 

He hasn’t felt this sense of comfort in a long time, but watching you is inspiring in itself. He nudges Bokuto to get his attention. “What’s up?”

“Can you help me with this? I think it’s good.” He refers back to the notepad where he has the title of the song written.

Bokuto hums looking over the lyrics. “Locked Out of Heaven? Sounds good.” He doesn’t comment and how he talks so vividly about you. Even though he hasn’t said it, Bokuto knows. “Instead of cause you got me feelin like to cause you make me feel like, good?”

The two of them fix up some of the wording in the song meanwhile Shoyo called over one of the girls to dance for Kiyoomi. Kiyoomi is glaring at Hinata, but doesn’t shoo the girl away, he’s a gentlemen of course. 

Eventually your shifts are up and you come back out wearing some sweats and a hoodie. “All done.” You smile.

Atsumu looks at you with wonder as he takes in your clothes. “No corset? I think I like a girl in uniform.”

“I’m off the clock, mister.” You say teasingly before walking ahead of him and the others following. “What do you want to do?”

He hums stepping closer to you. “Do you like Just Dance?”

Over the course of the next month or so you and Atsumu grew much closer and he released Locked Out of Heaven. While you had a sneaking suspicion it was about you, you never said anything. 

You, Mila, Kuroo, and Kenma still attended all of their concerts and the crowds kept getting bigger with each passing show. Atsumu lit up the stage, he was a performer, a great one and he captured everyone’s attention. You really couldn’t help but look at him with stars in your eyes every time. 

However, you were getting tired of not understanding where the two of you stood. It frightened you how much you liked Atsumu, how much you could envision him in your future. It scared you not knowing if he thought of you like you thought of him. 

That’s why you were standing outside his apartment and knocking on the door. He answered quickly and leaned on the door frame. “Hi Sweetie,” he kissed your cheek letting you in. “This is a nice surprise.”

When he closes the door you mumble a hello, but your nerves are at an all time high. He notices something is up and asks, but he already doesn’t like this feeling. To him, the point of not being in a relationship was to not feel this way. Like he was close to fighting with you and losing. “I just... I have a question.” You say looking up at him. “What am I... to you? Do you think about me?”

“I think about you a lot.” He admits, whether he wanted to or not. “What’s going on?”

“It’s just that I think about you all the time. I want you, all the time. More so, I just want to know that you’re with me, that you want me the same way I want you.” Atsumu recoils back from your admission like you shot him.

He shakes his head. “I’m confused.”

You throw your hands up a little frustrated. “I want you Atsumu. In every single way possible. I want your clothes at my apartment, I want to keep an extra toothbrush here. I want to go on dates with just you and me not in the house, I just want to hold your hand and I want to be together... officially together. I love-” You can barely get it out, but when you look at Atsumu’s face the words die on your lips. “What?”

“No.” He says sternly. “I never- when did you ever get the idea that that’s what this was?”

Your chest hurts in the worst possible way. This is not the way you expected this to turn out. “You can’t look at me the way you do and not expect me to think you love me too.”

Atsumu runs a hand through his hair and looks equally as upset as you are right now. “No you’re completely off the mark. This- this is not what that is. You need to get your delusions in check.”

You scoff getting angrier as the seconds pass. “It’s not delusions when even your friends say the same thing.”

His head shoots up at you. “What the fuck did they say to make you think that?”

“That they’ve never seen you happier, that you seem lighter and like you’re finally able to let someone love you instead of thinking you can’t.” You spit out at him.

“Well they fucking lied to you.” He grits. 

You shake your head. “You’re insane Atsumu. I know you love me too. Why is it such a fucking problem for you to admit that?”

“Because it’s not fucking true, Sweetie. I don’t know how you deluded yourself into that-”

“Don’t call me fucking crazy, I’m not fucking crazy.” You stand up from the couch and walk over to him. “You can’t touch me the way you do and look at me like you do and say you don’t care about me. I won’t let you lie straight to my fucking face.”

“I don’t want a relationship, I don’t want this. I don’t want the expectations that come with this.”

It grabs your attention as you laugh humorlessly. “Yea Atsumu, I expect you to love me fucking back, that’s so much to ask for though with you isn’t it.”

He buries his hands in his hair ruffling it. “This is exactly what I’m talkin’ about! I don’t want this fighting, we’re not even together, shit. We’re not together!”

“I think I understand that very well. Why won’t you let me love you Tsum?” You whisper. 

“Because I don’t fucking want it, I don’t want you, I don’t want an us, I’ve made myself pretty fucking clear.”

“Loud and clear. Especially when I’ve just admitted that I love you and you throw shit in my face.” You retort. 

He sighs, “Shut up Sweetie, please.”

“The day I do is the day I stop caring about you, Atsumu.” He’s frustrated because he doesn’t know how to explain this to you and he doesn’t want to.

“Just go. Just fucking leave.”

“I’m not leaving this goddamn apartment until you tell me you don’t love me!” You say, tired and desperate. “Do you love me Atsumu?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t wantcha to love me.”

You recoil and cross your arms. “But do you love me, please? I don't think that’s much to ask.”

He doesn’t have it in him to say it, but he cannot stand you to be here a second longer. “News flash, Sweetie. It’s not that hard to not fall in love with you. You should have learned that by now.” He went real low, even knows it from the way your face falls and you lose the fight you had in you. His chest tightens from the look you give him. “The door is right fuckin’ there. I didn’t think you were so dense, fuck!”

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that!” You yell back. “All I wanted Atsumu-” you choke on a sob. “All I really wanted, was to know that someone fucking loved me for once.” You say as a whisper. “And that-” you sniffle, wiping your tears, “that you knew loving you isn’t a chore, it was a goddamn fairy tale. Even now. Even as you push me away and tell me you hate me, I still love you.” You leave, deciding that Atsumu isn’t hard to love at all, but he makes it hard to stay.

When the door shuts and he can no longer hear your footsteps, Atsumu throws the remote control at his wall. “Fuck!”

You don’t hear from him since then, and Mila had her work cut out for her. Knowing that the singer from her favorite band did this to her best friend is something she wouldn’t stand for. 

She blocked all of their numbers from both of your phones. Even though the other boys didn’t do anything she had to be extra sure he had no way of contacting you. Kuroo and Kenma were let in on the whole thing too.

As you nursed your broken heart Mila held onto you as you tried to explain what he said, and that really solidified her hatred for the man. “That is not true Sweetie. I’ll love you till the day I die.” She kissed the top of your head as you cried yourself to sleep. 

Kuroo and Kenma visited too and she let them in on what happened. “Why would he-”

“I have no idea. I think he just wanted to hurt her, because I don’t believe for one second that he wasn’t in love with her.” The three of them nod in agreement as they witnessed Atsumu with you first hand. “He’s just a fucking idiot.”

“You’re a fucking idiot.” Kiyoomi chimes in after listening to Atsumu’s rant about what happened with you weeks ago. They all asked where you had went, and with enough probing they got it out of him.

Atsumu looks shocked. “She’s delusional.”

Bokuto shakes his head. “She would be if she wasn’t right. She’s right, Atsumu and in your heart of hearts I know you know that. I know you know that you’re also in love with her.”

The singer groans. “Not you guys too.”

“I think you’re just in denial because then you would have to face the fact that you treated her disgustingly awful.” Kiyoomi says. “For some unknowing reason she fell in love with you. I think this is where your luck runs out Atsumu, because you’re never going to meet someone like that again.”

All of them are shocked at how much Kiyoomi was saying all at once. He normally was quiet, but you and the bassist developed a nice friendship, which was saying a lot for Sakusa.

“He’s not wrong Atsumu.” Hinata breaks the silence. “The quicker you realize that, then the faster you can beg for her forgiveness, because I don’t think you’ll get her back with anything less.”

The boys get up to set up their instruments leaving Atsumu in their dressing room to wonder how he got here in the first place. He felt so many things all at once and he turned to his notepad, because he couldn’t express himself in any other way. 

He performed with group and charismatic as he may be, they noticed how off he was. At one point during the show he slipped up the lyrics to one of the songs. “Shit...” he laughs it off. “Maybe I’m just a little fucked up guys I’m sorry.” The crowd cheers him on regardless, but he finds himself looking for your face. A glimpse of it somewhere, and the disappointment burns him in a way he has never experienced. 

Once the set finishes he goes back to his notepad, ignoring the stares his friends give him. He looks at Bokuto with a knowing look. The drummer sits down and pats his back. “What do you need help with?”

The two of them get to writing together, although it was mostly Atsumu’s words Bokuto helped clean it up. Atsumu was always good at understanding his emotions when they were on a piece of paper, but how could he go after what he really wanted. Every relationship he ever had crashed and burned, just like yours did and it didn’t even have a label on it. 

But that was his mistake.

You were never just going to be another girl to him. He loved you more than he cared to admit. So much that it ached. So much that he couldn’t bear how fast his heart beat around you and he had to burn you too. He was most definitely the problem. 

You just wanted an unconditional love, and he did love you, but could he love you the way you deserved? Was it fair that he decided these things for you? Probably not. 

He wasn’t sure how he was going to get you to meet with him. After what he said he wouldn’t want to either, but he picked up his phone and tried to call. “The number you’re trying to reach...” Yea. He should’ve expected that one.

He tried Mila’s and the same thing happened. The same thing would happen with your other friends’ numbers. “Shit.” He clicks his tongue but then turns his attention to Kiyoomi. “Hey, Omi-”

“Don’t even try.” He said tuning his bass not even looking up. “She’s blocked all of us, all of them did. Not that I really blame her.” 

Atsumu nods, but decides this is just a little bump in the road. He needs to plan everything anyway, it would be silly to ask for you back without one. He needed to plan.

Over the next few days he booked a venue, the same one you met at. He donated what he could to the orphanage you grew up in. In the hopes that the children live a little better than you did. He doesn’t really plan on telling you that one. 

It was difficult for him, the band was in the middle of a life changing contract, but his priorities were set for the first time in his life. He pleads his bandmates to help him, and they accept because you deserve to have a choice on whether or not you get to be with the person you love. 

He goes to the strip that you work out and hopes to run into you, but he’s met with Mila, a more formidable opponent. She looks up with a smile to greet the new customer, but when she sees him her face drops. “You’ve got about ten seconds to get out before I ask Riley to do it.” 

“I just need two minutes.” He asks.

“You don’t deserve any.” She cleans the glasses in front of her not looking at it. “I mean it.”

Atsumu nods. “I know. I know I don’t, but listen to me and if you don’t want to after that then I’ll leave.”

She looks skeptical but relents. You deserve the choice to be with him or not. Not that she believes he deserves it. “Two minutes. Starting now.” 

“I didn’t mean it.” He says sheepishly. “Any of it and if I could take it back I would. I-” He huffs out a breath, wishing he could talk to you. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt the way I did with her, and I know that she deserved more than I could offer, but I do want her.” His fists clench trying to get out the right words. “I want her more than I have wanted anything, and it scared me and I fucked up I know, but I- well... I love her. Whether I deserve to or not I do. And by some miracle she loves me too... or did.” 

Atsumu shakes his head to get back on track, Mila’s full attention is on him as he slips her a flyer and four tickets. “If you could get her to come to this show... I’d owe you everything, regardless of what happens I just don’t want to lie to her anymore.”

Mila peaks at it and watches him leave as he doesn’t wait for her answer. “Fuck.” She mutters. “I hate being a good fucking person.” She snatches the tickets and puts them in her bag.

When she gets home you’re cleaning the house again, something you’ve been doing to keep your mind busy. Mila sets down the take out as she comes to sit on the couch.

“Sweetie guess what.” You pick your head up to look at her. “Taro is coming to town again.”

Your shoulders slump a little and you shrug. “I don’t know, I don’t really want to go.”

“Pleaseeeeee.” She whines. “Kuroo bought us all tickets, he’s the main event. Some randos are opening for him it’ll be fun I promise.” You don’t really know how fun it would be to go back to the place that reminds you of him entirely. 

“I’m just not sure it would be good for me.” You say lowly.

Her heart breaks for you, but she is hard to deter. “I promise just this once, if you don’t like being there within the first hour we can go home. Promise.”

In the end, you end up agreeing and Mila fills the boys in on the plan. When Friday hits you all get ready at your apartment Kuroo and Kenma waiting with anticipation. 

“You look great Sweetie.” Kuroo coos teasingly and your face heats up.

“I will kill you.” You joke.

Kenma looks up questioningly. “Doubtful.” It earns a small laugh from you which brings a smile to his face. 

The four of you make your way to the venue and when you recognize the building of your old home you twitch in discomfort. You don’t voice it though, agreeing to stick it out the hour. Mila is in front and hands the bouncer your tickets while you walk ahead. 

It is decently packed, but you wonder why he chose a small venue again with the publicity he has gotten over the month. 

“I’m sorry Sweetie, but I’m also not sorry.” Mila smiles, and before you can ask her what she means the lights turn off and you can’t see. Your heart rate picks up, but it slows when the lights of the stage turn on, but the calm is short lived when you see him and the rest of the band on the stage.

“Hi everyone.” Atsumu waves and tries to find you in the crowd. “Now, I’ve recently written a new song yea? It’s the last one of the night.” The crowd howls with excitement and Atsumu loves the thrill it gives him, but he’s still just looking for you, he made sure you would get here for the last one. “My brothers obviously helped me produce it. It explains what words couldn’t, and I wish I was better at expressin’ myself than I actually am. I’m pretty shit at it.” He chuckles into the mic, his voice sending a chill down your spine when his eyes meet yours. “This is Leave Before You Love Me, everyone.”

Your heart is beating so fast that you barely paid attention to the first verse, but the chorus hits you like a truck and reminds you of your first meetings with Atsumu. 

'Cause my wheels are rolling Ain't taking my foot off the gas And it only took the one night To see the end of the line Staring deep in your eyes, eyes

You remember when he sent it down the hill near his apartment. How you held onto him and regardless of how nervous you were you felt safe as long as he was there. 

Dancing on the edge, 'bout to take it too far It's messing with my head, how I mess with your heart If you wake up in your bed, alone in the dark I'm sorry, gotta leave before you love me

The rest of the song plays out and you wrap your arms around yourself for some sense of comfort. Your friends notice it and huddle around you to try to ease the listen.

When the final chorus plays theres cheers all around you, and you can’t seem to move from your spot even as Atsumu smiles at you and gestures for you. Mila grabs your hand and you turn to her. “If you want we can leave right now and never come back.”

You shake your head. “No... I want- I want to know what he has to say.” 

She nods and leads you to the back. The rest of the band greets you while you can barely mutter a hello. They all leave you with him, Mila squeezes your hand before she also heads out. 

Atsumu had a whole bunch he wanted to say, but he wasn’t so sure any of it did justice to you. He slowly walks up to you and places his hands gently on your face to have you look at him. “I’m sorry, Sweetie. I’m so sorry.”

“You were so mean.” You whisper.

He nods. “I know. I didn’t mean it. Any of it. I know that doesn’t make it better, but that’s the truth.” He sighs as he runs a hand through your hair. “I just thought I shouldn’t lie to you anymore. I want you. More than I ever that I could and that was so fucking scary. But you didn’t deserve that at all. I wish I could take it all back. I wish I wasn’t so terrible all the time-”

You shake your head. “You’re not terrible Atsumu, just delusional, to think that you don’t care about me.”

“I love you.” Your throat closes up and you’re not sure what to say after that. “I think I’ve loved you from the moment I’ve met you. You’re everything, Sweetie. Everything I don’t deserve and everything I shouldn’t have.” He places his forehead against yours. “But it wasn’t fair of me to not give you a choice, because you should have one and I took that from you.”

“I’m always going to choose you, Atsumu.” Fresh tears make their way to your eyes as you take in a shaky breath. “But everything isn’t going to magically be better just because you’ve realized this. What if we get into a disagreement and you blow up on me. I can’t survive it again.”

He nods understanding your concern. “I’ve been going to therapy.” Your head shoots up almost knocking his nose. “I know, long overdue. It’s easy to tell myself you should be with someone better, but I want to try to be that for you. To be someone deserving of your kindness,” he kisses your cheek. “Deserving of your love. Although I don’t think I ever will, I want to get as close as I can.”

You laugh at his statement. “You were always enough for me, Atsumu, but I’m glad you’re getting help.” You take a deep breath before going on. “It’s not always going to be easy.”

“I know.”

“I might get frustrated with you.”

“I know.”

“You might get frustrated with me.”

“I know.”

“But I think as long as we’re honest and truly love each other...” You trail off. “I think we could make it.”

“I’ll always pick you. There is no other choice for me.” 

You smile brushing your lips against his, feeling relaxed in his hold. “We go slow this time.”

“Whatever you want. We’ll do. I just want to be able to hold you.” 

“It was a great song.” You add. 

He nods kissing your forehead. “It was about a great person. That and Locked Out of Heaven.”

You laugh under your breath. “I knew it.”

Atsumu rolls his eyes playfully looking down at you. “Assume from this day forward that every song, every word, every thought, and every breath I breathe is about you.” 

You can’t top that so you quietly retreat into his arms, safe and loved. “I want lots of kids.”

“We’ll have all the kids you want. I’ll have fun trying.”

The two of you laugh together before taking a moment to join your friends again who by the looks of it are happy for you. “Don’t mess up this time Atsumu.” Kiyoomi warns.

You walk up to the bassist and give him a hug, you do this with all of them. “I missed you guys.”

You all walk out together and you get into Atsumu’s car so he could take you back to his apartment. It’s quiet on the ride back but he holds your hand the entire time.

When you get there he immediately takes you to the roof. “Bo and I made this new song not too long ago. It’s called Die for You.”

He plays the song on his speaker and takes a hold of your hand dancing with you like he did that very first night. “You always have beautiful penmanship.”

He smiles shyly. “Trying to get that into actual words.”

“I believe in you.” You rest your head on his shoulder and sway with him.

You’re not sure how long you stay there dancing for, but you really wouldn’t have minded staying till the morning, and Atsumu wouldn’t have either.

Atsumu is not hard to love. Not in the slightest, and he’s starting to believe that for the first time in a long time.

A/N: I hope this isn’t too bad LMAO

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These Nights in Rome

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Kagehina (Kageyama/Hinata)

Characters: Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, the briefest of cameos from Shoyo’s captain and teammate

Word Count: 12,645

Summary: The FIVB Men's Volleyball Club Championships turn into a chance for Shoyo and Kageyama to enjoy each other after months of long distance. But as he relishes sharing the life Kageyama's built in Rome, Shoyo can't help wondering about the life they could have built together.

A/N: Thank you to Gyro for beta-reading on such short notice, and happy belated 2nd anniversary to 402! Further author’s notes can be read on AO3.

Rome was a beautiful city. It felt a little buttoned-up to Shoyo, compared to the energy and crowded streets of Sao Paulo, but it was undeniably beautiful. Even though this wasn’t his first time there, it was still awe-inspiring, seeing such iconic monuments and symbols pass by his window on the way from the airport, especially with the Christmas decorations adorning the city around them. The snippets of Italian that he heard as the team headed into the hotel and checked in were lyrical, with a rhythm that sounded familiar to his ears.

His eyes itched from exhaustion on the elevator ride to the team’s floor, but while Davi flopped onto one of the beds as soon as they stepped into their room, Shoyo felt a buzz through his whole body that he knew would keep him from sleeping.

“Hey, Davi,” he said as he slid off his shoes, “don’t sleep yet! At least take a shower.”

There was a grunt from his roommate, then a muffled, “Can’t get up.”

“C’mon man, you’ve got your gross airplane clothes all over your bed!”

“Lemme be unconscious for 24 hours. Then I’ll think about it.”

“Alright, lazy.” Shoyo plucked his toiletries from his suitcase and crossed over to the bathroom, patting Davi’s leg where it dangled off the mattress. “I’ll take first shower, then!”

This time, a grunt was all the response he got. And when he stepped out of the bathroom freshly-showered and feeling more human, he found Davi still sprawled across his bed, this time with soft snores escaping where his face was smushed against the covers. Shoyo pressed his lips together against the laugh threatening to bubble up — he didn’t want to wake his teammate up and endure any questions and inevitable teasing about where he was going. It wasn’t that Shoyo was embarrassed, far from it. But the buzzing through his body had only grown in the shower, and he felt like he might crawl out of his skin if he didn’t leave as quickly as possible.

With the gentlest touch he could manage, he shrugged on his jacket, slid on his mask, and tucked his wallet into his pocket, before slipping out of the room and guiding the door closed.

“Shoyo!” his captain, Jose, called from down the hall, just as the door clicked shut. He didn’t seem to notice the way Shoyo’s shoulders jumped at the sudden shout. “Where’s Davi?”

“Napping!”

“Oh, Christ. Well, we found a cool tour of Rome that starts in an hour, wanna come?”

“Ah…sorry, I have plans!”

A chorus of confusion rose from inside Jose’s room, where Shoyo guessed some of the team had gathered to plan out their free time in the city. But understanding fell over the captain’s face, and he sent Shoyo off with a nod and a knowing smile before ducking back into the room.

There was a spring in Shoyo’s step as he rode the elevator and stepped outside. Giddiness bubbled up in him with every step he took to the bus stop, then with every stop the bus passed. By the time he got off the bus and started trying to navigate his way through the narrow streets, he felt like he could fly through the city.

As soon as he entered the nearest park, his eyes began scanning around for a particular fountain, then for a particular face. It was a smaller park, intended more for residents than tourists, but it was still a little tricky to navigate, and for a moment, he worried that his search would come up empty-handed.

Then his eyes found a dark blue gaze just as it landed on him, and his doubts evaporated in an instant.

Even after all their reunions, all their visits to each other around the world, Shoyo couldn’t help thinking about how different everything was compared to their reunion before Shoyo’s first game with the Black Jackals. Just four years ago, Shoyo felt wrong-footed in front of Kageyama, his lingering feelings rocketing back to the surface and building through the game until they broke and lunged for each other at the end of the night.

This time, he was reuniting with Kageyama not as awkward exes-but-not-really, but as fiancés, as two men whose love for each other was only surpassed by their love for their careers. This time, he knew for a fact that Kageyama had missed him as much as he’d missed Kageyama. This time, he had a text he’d gotten from Kageyama when he told him the team had landed in Rome.

Ok see you soon

Kissing’s ok here btw. Just so you know

Say no more.

Shoyo’s steps toward Kageyama picked up speed as he took off his mask and shoved it into his pocket. He could see those blue eyes widen with understanding as those broad shoulders fell in resignation, and he felt a smile split across his face when he watched those strong legs get braced as though they awaited a powerful serve.

Shoyo jumped, and Kageyama caught him with a soft grunt, arms scrambling for a moment to get secure around his legs. “I swear you’re gonna kill me one day, dumbass.”

Hearing that nickname was so, so much better in person, when he could hear it clearly instead of through the fuzziness of a bad signal. Shoyo could’ve cried from the sound of Kageyama’s voice clear in his ear, from the sight of those blue eyes blinking up at him, from the feeling of those strong arms holding him up and that solid body pressed against his.

But he didn’t cry. He just laughed, “Shut up and kiss me, jerk,” and tugged Kageyama’s mask under his chin, revealing a small, fond grin.

The sight of that grin, where he’d been expecting to see lips pressed thin against a smile, made Shoyo freeze and stare. It was incredible, how much love and happiness and adoration could be stored in such a small expression, and how instinctively Shoyo recognized all of it. He could also recognize the knowing glint in Kageyama’s eye just as he craned his head up and pressed their lips together.

A soft sound of surprise still escaped Shoyo, before he melted into the kiss, lips opening easily and hands moving from Kageyama’s shoulders to cup his cheeks. He could feel his fiancé’s hesitancy to kiss so publicly, knew he still wasn’t quite as used to Italy’s overt PDA as Shoyo was to Brazil’s, but he refused to back down. A shiver ran through Shoyo when he felt a hand stroke up the back of his thigh to hold his ass, and he pressed even closer, kissing greedily, completely blind to the world outside of Kageyama’s arms.

He didn’t know how long they kissed, and he didn’t care. He could’ve kissed Kageyama in that little Roman park forever.

As it was, Kageyama’s arms eventually started to weaken under Shoyo, giving him no choice but to let him back to the ground. Shoyo still stayed close, settling for draping his arms back around Kageyama’s shoulders and leaning up to press their cheeks together. Kageyama bent down to make it easier for him and to murmur into his ear, “D’you have practice?”

“Not till tomorrow.”

“Anything you want to do today?”

“You.”

Shoyo could hear a soft huff of a laugh, a delicious shudder sliding down his spine at the feeling of it brushing his ear. “Pervert.”

“A pervert who missed you,” he whispered back.

Kageyama’s arms tightened around his waist before he finally pulled away and tugged his mask back into place. “C’mon, then. My scooter’s just outside the park.”

“Sure you won’t get us lost?”

“Fuck off, that happened once!”

“Sure it did.”

“When Luca first gave it to me!”

“Uh-huh.”

Blue eyes narrowed at him, and Shoyo could easily imagine the frown hidden under the mask. “Like you never got lost in Sao Paulo.”

“Not that you know of.”

“You try getting to my place by yourself, then.”

Kageyama stomped off in a huff, but he was still slow enough that Shoyo could catch up in a few steps, giggling as he tangled their fingers together. “Geez, sick of me already?”

He received silence as a response. Silence, and the feeling of Kageyama tucking their held hands into his pocket. “Make sure you hold on tight,” he eventually muttered when they reached the edges of the park, “or your tiny ass will get flung off.”

“Oh, come on!” Shoyo laughed. “You can either complain about me being heavy or call me tiny, you can’t do both, asshole!”

“Watch me,” was all Kageyama said, with a sidelong glance. If Shoyo didn’t know that face better than his own, he might have missed the slight crinkle to the corner of those eyes.

For all of Kageyama’s grumbling, he still opted for fitting his spare helmet on Shoyo’s head himself, instead of just handing it over. The look of his furrowed brows as he focused on closing the buckle and adjusting the chin straps made love flood Shoyo’s chest so suddenly, he almost couldn’t breathe, and before Kageyama could fully stand straight, he caught his collar and brushed a quick kiss to the very top of his cheek. “Thanks, Tobi,” he hummed, smiling up at the flush that was just visible over the edges of his mask. Kageyama didn’t say anything, just tucked away his mask (revealing fully-pink cheeks) before fitting his own helmet on.

Shoyo would never admit it out loud, but the tiniest bit of nervousness coiled in his stomach as he got on the scooter behind Kageyama and wrapped his arms right around his waist. He had spent his entire life perfectly satisfied with his regular old bikes, and he still couldn’t believe Kageyama had accepted the second-hand scooter, even if it was a gift from his captain. Frankly, he didn’t think his fiancé should have been allowed near any sort of motorized vehicle.

With the first rev of the engine, Shoyo’s fingers wrapped tight in Kageyama’s jacket, and as soon as the scooter started moving, an ugly squawk escaped him. “Calm down!” Kageyama called back over the wind buffeting them.

“I’m trying!” Shoyo shrieked, before clenching his jaw so tight, it ached.

Luckily for them both, Shoyo was nothing if not adaptive, and after the first few nerve-wracking turns, he was able to relax enough to fully take in the city around him. The landmarks were beautiful, of course they were, but Shoyo’s eyes were drawn just as much by the children in the plazas trying to play football in their thick coats, the old men gathered on and around benches, the old women walking along with a grocery cart in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. Rome was one of the most popular, most historical, most visited cities in the world, but there were still pockets of daily life, pockets that became entire blocks and streets the closer they got to Kageyama’s apartment.

Shoyo wasn’t sure how long the ride had been — he’d been too focused on taking in as much of the city as possible — but when they arrived at Kageyama’s apartment and he tried to get off the parked scooter, his legs nearly shook out from under him. Kageyama’s hands immediately catching him were the only reason he didn’t wipe out. “The hell?” he gasped, gripping tight to Kageyama’s arms.

“Your legs aren’t used to holding tight to something that’s motorized,” Kageyama explained, his face neutral except for the little crinkles appearing around his glinting eyes. “That happens on anyone’s first ride.”

“Including yours?”

“No, I was perfectly fine.”

“You’re such a bad liar, Tobi,” Shoyo laughed, giving him a gentle shove as soon as his legs were steady, and finally earning a tiny, smug grin.

They were alone as they stored away the helmets and made their way to the apartment building, but as Kageyama dug out his keys and unlocked the front door, an elderly woman appeared behind Shoyo. He automatically stepped aside for her to go through the open door while Kageyama held it open. But instead of moving past, the woman stared quizzically at Shoyo, then said something in Italian to Kageyama.

And Kageyama, to Shoyo’s surprise and delight, turned pink as he stammered out an answer. Whatever he said made the woman’s eyes widen and drew a bright smile across her face, and she suddenly turned and cupped Shoyo’s cheeks in her soft, wrinkled hands. “Lovely boy,” she said in heavily accented English, “and a kind face!” She beamed up at Shoyo’s surprised smile, before moving past Kageyama and patting his cheek with a smaller, fonder smile and a quiet murmur in Italian.

Shoyo could only stare after her as she walked into the building. The second she disappeared into the elevator, he burst out, “Tobio?!”

“Shut up,” Kageyama hissed, grabbing Shoyo’s hand and dragging him up the flight of stairs next to the elevator. “I just…see her a lot at the front door, so we recognize each other.”

“What’s her name?”

“I, uh…I don’t know.” His scowl deepened when Shoyo snorted. “I always forget to ask! And she doesn’t know my name either.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Shoyo didn’t say anything about the fact that they were climbing multiple flights of stairs when they could’ve waited for the elevator to come back down — it was obvious Kageyama needed to burn off some of his sudden nervous energy. He just settled for asking, “Mind telling me what she said?”

Just like that, Kageyama’s face flushed again. “She…she said that she didn’t recognize you, and asked me who you were. I don’t usually have visitors, so…”

Shoyo waited for a moment, before he realized Kageyama wasn’t going to elaborate. “So?” he prompted as they started making their way down the hallway.

“So…I told her you were my fiancé.” Kageyama’s eyes stayed stubbornly fixed ahead, but his fingers tightened around Shoyo’s hand. “I wasn’t sure how she’d react, but…well, you saw. And she said she was thrilled that I have someone who makes me so happy.”

It was startling, and deeply relieving, to hear that Kageyama had found genuine connections outside of his team. Whatever Kageyama said about the elderly woman, Shoyo had seen with his own eyes that her care for his fiancé was genuine. That, combined with the bashful pride that had shone from Kageyama when he revealed their engagement, made his heart feel like it might burst from his chest.

He didn’t say anything else, couldn’t say anything else, as Kageyama unlocked a door and led the way into his apartment. He just waited for the door to shut behind him with a click, before he slid his hands up to Kageyama’s cheeks and pulled him into a deep kiss. There was a soft grunt, then a jingle of keys being dropped onto the small entry table, then hands curving around Shoyo’s back to pull him close. Shoyo sighed happily as he sank his fingers into thick, dark hair, tightening just enough to pull another grunt from Kageyama.

“Sho?” Kageyama gasped between kisses.

“Me, too,” Shoyo murmured, “you make me so, so happy, Tobi.”

He felt Kageyama’s breath stutter against his lips, before they were being parted into deep, hungry kisses. It was like Kageyama couldn’t get close enough, like he wanted to press so close and kiss him so deep that they became one. It was overwhelming, and intoxicating, and Shoyo gave just as fiercely, biting at Kageyama’s lips and clawing at his shoulders in his efforts to press higher.

It couldn’t have been more different from the slow, tender kisses they’d shared in the park, and some distant part of Shoyo’s mind marveled at how much he craved any type of embrace Kageyama would give him. He just wanted him, so viscerally that it would’ve left him breathless if their kisses hadn’t already done so.

“Sho,” Kageyama groaned, “Sho, bedroom.”

Shoyo was loath to pull away, and so was Kageyama. They ended up stumbling to the bedroom together, tugging clothes off of each other while running hungry hands along every bit of revealed skin. When they reached the bed, Shoyo pushed Kageyama to the sheets and scrambled over his naked body, wasting no time in reclaiming his lips.

It was hasty. The first time always was. And they never cared. They were always too focused on pressing as much skin against skin as they could, baring themselves to each other’s kisses and bites and brushing fingertips and bruising grips. Shoyo was determined to reacquaint himself with every inch of Kageyama’s body, his fingers and lips and tongue exploring with a practiced touch as he made his way down.

Rome had been good to Kageyama. He felt more solid under Shoyo’s hands, his muscles creating sharper lines whenever they tensed from a brushed touch, and his skin wasn’t as stark a contrast to Shoyo’s tan as before.

But for all that he had changed, there were far more things that had stayed the same: Kageyama’s nipples were still as sensitive as ever, he still responded to Shoyo’s hands on his cheeks with a nuzzle to his palm, his breath still left him with a shudder when Shoyo traced circles on his hip bones.

And when Shoyo’s breath brushed over the leaking head of Kageyama’s cock, his fiancé still screwed his eyes shut and groaned in a trembling, pleading voice, “Sho…”

The taste of him made Shoyo moan just as loud as Kageyama when he finally took him into his mouth, and he was too excited, immediately trying to sink down too quickly.

“Careful, dumbass,” Kageyama choked out when Shoyo gagged around his length, only to cry out at the curl of his tongue. Satisfaction curled warm in Shoyo’s belly as he finally buried his nose into trimmed hair, letting out a groan that made Kageyama swear from the vibrations.

No amount of time apart could make Shoyo forget exactly what Kageyama liked best. He knew exactly how to suckle at his cockhead, how to curl his tongue around his length, how to twist his wrist around what he couldn’t quite reach with his lips as he slid up and down. All of his focus was narrowed down to Kageyama’s pleasure: his fingers sinking into his hair, his taste thickening on his tongue, the heady smell of his arousal mixing with the scent of his shower gel, the sound of his moans, and, when Shoyo glanced up at him through teary lashes, the sight of him looking absolutely wrecked.

Shoyo loved every part of it, every part of him.

His work sped up with the rising volume of Kageyama’s moans, until, suddenly, Kageyama was pushing Shoyo’s head away from his cock, making it pop unceremoniously from his lips.

“Want to fuck you,” he groaned.

“Now?”

“Can’t do it after dinner.”

A surprised laugh burst from Shoyo. “Look at you, actually using your brain.”

“One of us has to.”

“Fuck you.”

“Maybe later.”

It was messy, but practiced, the way Kageyama pressed him back to the bed and fumbled for the bottle of lube. His fingers were sure as they stretched Shoyo, his lips gentle as they kissed away the furrow between his brows. The tender care he showed made Shoyo’s throat feel tight, but that didn’t stop him from raising an eyebrow when Kageyama revealed the condom packet that he’d grabbed along with the lube. “A condom? You been doing something you need to tell me about?”

“Fuck off, did you want to have come leaking out of you at dinner?”

Shoyo burst into laughter. “Gross, Tobio!”

“That’s what I thought.” Despite his grumbling, Kageyama’s lips were still a soft, subtle curve as he kissed Shoyo and swallowed his laughs.

When Kageyama finally, slowly pressed in, sinking deeper until their hips were flush against each other, Shoyo felt uncomfortably stretched, yes, but also full, in many ways beyond just physical. And when he murmured, “Move,” and Kageyama obeyed, the sigh that fell from Shoyo’s lips was one of relief as much as pleasure.

It always felt both new and familiar, the first time they came together after being apart. It wasn’t just being filled. It was feeling Kageyama between his legs, the slap of their skin meeting, the tongue circling his nipples and the calloused fingertips gripping his thigh. The smell of their sweat mingling in the air was addictive, and Shoyo fought to keep his eyes open, just to watch the way Kageyama’s face twisted with pleasure.

“I missed this,” Shoyo breathed, his words cracking over a moan, “missed you.”

“Me— fuck, me too.”

It didn’t take long for small, wrecked moans and cries to start falling from Shoyo’s lips, even when he tried to bite the sounds back. His teeth sank into his bottom lip for only a breath, before Kageyama was kissing his mouth open and letting him pour his moans into him. He pulled away just as Shoyo keened high in his throat, letting the sound bounce around the room. “How come you never know how to shut up,” Kageyama grunted, “until I actually wanna hear you?”

Shoyo frowned and opened his mouth to snap something back, but then Kageyama nipped the sensitive skin just under his ear, and a moan left his lips instead. He didn’t even have a chance to feel annoyed at the sight of a smug grin before Kageyama pressed one of his legs further open and started thrusting even faster.

His work paid off. It only took a few more thrusts before Shoyo’s mouth was hanging open with broken moans. “Ah, ah, ah— so good, Tobio, so—ngh!”

Kageyama grunted at his cries, falling to his elbows and bringing their faces close, until every hot breath was ruffling Shoyo’s hair. He shuddered at the feeling of Kageyama’s nose tracing the line of his jaw up to his ear, where he groaned, “Shoyo…Sho…”

He could only hold on tight, one hand sliding fingers through dark hair while the other clung to broad shoulders. He felt so…so known, so loved, so safe. It was incredible, how perfectly Kageyama fit in and around him. When he tilted his hips just so and made Shoyo gasp, “Tobi— there, right there—”, Kageyama bent down to kiss him, mouthing against his lips, I know.

He knew, of course he knew, the only person in the world who knew Shoyo’s body better than Kageyama was Shoyo himself. And he knew Kageyama’s body just as well, including the way his hips were rocking out of rhythm, the first sign that he was both getting close to release and couldn’t keep up the pace he needed to reach that release.

“Let me,” Shoyo breathed, pushing gently at Kageyama’s shoulders. “Tobio, let me, I can—ah!”

Without a word, Kageyama hauled Shoyo into his lap as he sat back, his cock never leaving his body. Shoyo’s head spun, though he wasn’t sure if it was from suddenly sitting upright, or from the way the new position let Kageyama rub right against his prostate with every movement.

He found Kageyama’s eyes as soon as his head stopped spinning, and felt a fresh throb of arousal run through him at the hazy curtain of desire that had draped itself over Kageyama’s features. He looked wrecked, sweat sticking his dark hair to his forehead and tracing tempting paths down his neck, his eyes heavily-hooded, his lips red and swollen from kisses. Shoyo was lost in him, couldn’t stop looking at him, until a sudden rock of Kageyama’s hips made him cry out. “You wanted to do the work,” Kageyama huffed, “so work.”

“So bossy,” Shoyo breathed with a smirk. He still obeyed, using his hold on Kageyama’s shoulders to raise himself up his length and let himself drop back down. They both gasped at the movement, Kageyama from the wet, shifting heat around him, and Shoyo from the dragging pressure against his prostate. It only took a few more rocks of his hips for Shoyo to be brought right back to the rising pressure that had been awaiting him before.

A whine tore out of Shoyo as he tried to reach between their bodies and jerk himself off, only for a hand to wrap around his wrist and drape his arm back over Kageyama’s shoulders. “Let me,” Kageyama said in a breathless echo, before taking Shoyo in his hand and letting him fuck himself into his grip.

His thighs were trembling from his bouncing, and his knees were going weak from Kageyama’s work, but Shoyo couldn’t stop. The drag against his prostate, the slick glide in and out, the perfect rhythm he’d found to make Kageyama moan with him — it was all too addictive, and made Shoyo push through any discomfort he felt in favor of pure pleasure.

A small moan broke on every exhale, impossible to bite back anymore. The pressure both inside and outside of his body made a different pressure wind tight inside him, until he was babbling, “Close, close, m’close, I’m— ah! Ngh-aaaaah!”

With a cry, he spilled all over Kageyama’s hand and both their stomachs, writhing in Kageyama’s arms and fluttering around him in spasms and pulses. It didn’t take long for Kageyama to break too, filling the condom up and sinking his teeth into his shoulder to muffle his shout as his hips stuttered into Shoyo’s. The dull pain of his teeth combined with the grinding against his prostate just dragged out Shoyo’s orgasm. Every breath left him on a high whimper as the pleasure kept pulling him under, draining him until he was boneless in Kageyama’s arms.

He let Kageyama manhandle him, let his limp body get caught by strong hands and gently lowered to the bed, before Kageyama brushed their lips together and slid out of him with a hiss. “Tobi…,” Shoyo mumbled, his hands grabbing uselessly at air when he felt the bed shift from Kageyama standing up.

“Hold on, m’getting a towel.”

Shoyo just hummed, the explanation leaving him content to float in his post-orgasmic bliss. He carefully stretched, relishing the twinge of his hips and the deep ache spreading from his ass. He would never turn down a chance to fuck Kageyama, but there was a bone-deep satisfaction that came from being fucked, a satisfaction that made him feel almost molten.

It also left him shivering just a bit once the endorphins started to ease up. “Tobi, I’m cold,” he whined, just barely keeping himself from wrapping the covers around his dirty body.

Kageyama returned just then with a warm, damp towel. The sound of the bathroom door opening made Shoyo’s eyes open to half-mast, taking in his fiancé’s perfect naked figure from under heavy lids.

“What’re you so whiny for?” Kageyama grumbled, his grumpy words belying the fond set of his mouth and the gentle way he wiped Shoyo clean.

“Not whiny,” Shoyo hummed, “just missed you.”

“I was gone for barely a minute.”

“It was a long minute.”

Kageyama scoffed, but as soon as he’d cleaned himself up and tossed the dirty towel at his laundry hamper, he pulled the covers up and pressed close to Shoyo. “There. Happy?”

Shoyo let out another content hum, trailing lazy kisses along Kageyama’s collarbones before resting his head on his chest. He knew they would have to shower soon, that a wet towel wasn’t enough, but that couldn’t stop his eyes from growing heavy as his muscles relaxed under the patterns Kageyama was drawing on his back.

“Sho.”

“Hm?”

“When our contracts are done…do you…I mean, would you…want to sign? To the same team? As me?”

Shoyo’s eyes snapped open, any drowsiness wiped away by surprise and hope. “…Which team?”

“I’m gonna be with Ali Roma for another year, but my manager’s already started fielding offers from other teams, and—” Kageyama’s voice suddenly wavered, forcing him to clear his throat before he continued. “And some of them were from back in Japan. Ali Roma offered a renewal. And…one was from Sao Paulo.”

“You think I’ll be getting those same offers?”

The question made Kageyama squeeze his shoulder, his voice newly steady with certainty. “You could. If you keep playing like you have been, you will.”

A pleased flush warmed Shoyo’s cheeks, but he couldn’t let himself get distracted by the praise. “And you want to play with me again? Not against me?”

“With you, against you…live with you…” The last phrase was mumbled, but his arm tightened around his shoulders, and Shoyo could feel Kageyama’s cheek pillow against his hair. “I just…I want to be with you. Together. I miss you, Shoyo.”

His heart squeezed so tight, Shoyo thought it might burst, and for a moment, he couldn’t speak around the lump that had risen in his throat. All he could do was trail soft kisses along Kageyama’s collarbones, neck, jaw, and finally, his lips. “Okay,” Shoyo murmured between kisses.

“Okay?”

“I’ll talk with my manager.” He pulled away and felt his heart squeeze again at the cautious hope in Kageyama’s eyes. “I’ll see what offers I get, and if any of the same teams reach out to me, then…I’ll let you know. And we’ll go from there.”

Kageyama let out a slow breath, and when he spoke, there was the barest trace of a tremble in his voice. “Okay. We’ll go from there.”

With that settled, Shoyo finally let a teasing grin curve his lips. “Did you think I’d say no, Tobi?”

“Shut up.”

“Thought I didn’t miss you, too?”

“Shut up!” Kageyama growled. Shoyo just caught sight of the grin on Kageyama’s mouth before he was being tackled back to the bed, lips parting his with firm kisses. He couldn’t help giggling through them, but Kageyama didn’t bother complaining beyond a nip at his bottom lip.

They could have this everyday. They could practice and play together during the day, and come home together at night. They would come back to their home and make dinner, discuss their plays and how they could improve. They could call their families together, go grocery shopping together, explore whatever city they were in together…go to bed together, wake up together.

Everyday. Not every couple of months, but everyday. He could kiss Kageyama, hold him, feel his warmth where before he could only hear his voice.

Shoyo didn’t want to think about all the days he could’ve had just like today. He didn’t want to linger on the past, on the homes they could’ve had together. After all, they were engaged. What did the past matter when he knew Kageyama would always be in his future?

But the thought of a future at Kageyama’s side, really with him, made something bittersweet swell in Shoyo, until his eyes burned behind his screwed up lids. No matter how tightly he squeezed his eyes close and tried to focus on the slide of Kageyama’s tongue against his and the warm press of their lips, Shoyo could still feel the first tears escape to his cheeks. It wasn’t long before Kageyama felt them, too. “Sho?”

“I’m okay.”

“Then why’re you crying?”

“I just—” He kept his eyes closed, some childish part of him not wanting to meet Kageyama’s eyes. But he could feel Kageyama brushing away his tears and cupping his cheeks with a gentleness that only made more tears fall. “I missed you, too. So much. I don’t want to stop chasing every chance I get to play more volleyball, but sometimes…” His lips quivered, as though they couldn’t believe the words they were forming. “…sometimes I miss you so much that I…I wonder if it’s worth it. If it’s worth feeling like…like there’s a hole in my life that only you can fill.”

Silence followed his words, and he could feel his heart clenching with every second that Kageyama didn’t say anything. Then, right when he thought he wouldn’t be able to breathe from how tightly his heart was being squeezed, he felt a forehead press against his and a soft sigh cool the tears on his cheeks. “…Dumbass.”

And just like that, all the tension in Shoyo escaped him on a soft laugh. “Jerk.”

Another huff of air hit his cheeks, this time from a quiet chuckle from Kageyama. “Look at me, Shoyo.” His voice was soft, so soft, and when Shoyo slowly opened his eyes, he could see that same softness lining that blue gaze. “I love volleyball, and I love you. Whatever happens, that will never change.” The backs of his fingers brushed against Shoyo’s damp cheeks. “We’ll figure out a way to get married, and then the whole world will know what we mean to each other. Maybe…maybe that can make the distance easier. And then one day we’ll be too old to play professionally and keep moving around the world, and we can settle down and spend the rest of our lives together.”

“What about before then?” Shoyo murmured, uncertainty making his voice quieter than he’d wanted. “Could we…I mean…”

“What?”

A sheepish laugh escaped him, and he hated how shaky it sounded from his tears. “I don’t think I can wait that long to have everyday with you, Tobio. I know we’ve been doing this for a few years, but…you’re home for me. And I wanna make another home with you.” He’d gotten a taste of it when they shared an apartment while on the National Team, but instead of satisfying him, it just made him long for more time.

“So we’ll make one when we sign on to the same team. For now, we’ll have these two weeks, and even when you go back to Brazil, you’ll still have me with you. It’s not the same as being in person, but it’s something. We’re not the same kids who couldn’t imagine dating each other across the world, y’know?”

“I know.” His sigh was a little steadier, though he grimaced at the tears that still wet his cheeks. “I bet I sound really lame right now.”

Kageyama carefully brushed away Shoyo’s tears with wide arcs of his thumbs. “A little. But it’s nothing I haven’t thought about, too.”

His words were a little too frank, sure, but they also made Shoyo’s breaths come easier. His fingers brushed against Kageyama’s face, tracing the handsome features he knew so well — the gentle slope of his nose, the soft curves of his cheeks that turned into the sharp lines of his jaw, the dark brows that were usually low over dark blue eyes, but were now relaxed.

I’m going to love him for the rest of my life. It wasn’t the first time the thought had crossed Shoyo’s mind — he’d known it for years, wouldn’t have gotten engaged if he hadn’t — but it still hit him with a certainty so strong it left him breathless. Even before Kageyama had proposed, Shoyo always pictured the future with him, whether they played on the same team or spent a season looking forward to playing and beating each other. After all this time, the thought still made him ache with longing, sealing his throat until he could barely murmur, “I love you. So much it hurts.”

Kageyama had been nuzzling into the palm of one of Shoyo’s hands, but his words made him still. Shoyo didn’t expect him to ask, “Where?”

“What?”

“Where does it hurt?”

The answer came to Shoyo immediately, despite the question being so odd. “Here,” he pressed his hand to his chest, right over his heart, “and sometimes it hurts here,” his finger traced the hollow of his throat, “and here,” his hand slid between his and Kageyama’s bodies to rest on his stomach.

Kageyama braced himself on his elbows to watch the journey Shoyo’s hand took, giving Shoyo just enough space between their bodies. He looked thoughtful, like he was thinking about his own answer, and Shoyo waited eagerly to hear what he’d have to say.

“Your love for me feels like your pre-game shits?”

Shoyo gaped at him, disbelief slowly turning to anger while he watched the thoughtfulness on Kageyama’s face turn into amusement. “I’m telling you how much I love you, and you’re talking about shit? What’s wrong with you?!”

He grabbed at Kageyama’s cheeks and pinched and tugged them, until Kageyama cried out, “I was kidding, let go, ow—”

“You’re gross, you’re so gross—”

“I’m sorry—”

“Get off me, I’m gonna get dinner with the team—”

“Like hell you are!”

They started wrestling, Shoyo shoving away Kageyama’s face and trying to get his feet under his hips to kick him off, while Kageyama dropped his body back on top of Shoyo to pin him to the bed and tried to push past his hands to kiss him.

“I’m never telling you I love you again!” For all his best efforts to hold onto his indignation, Shoyo could hear the anger in his voice melt into laughter, especially when Kageyama started tickling at his waist. “Wait, no, don’t—”

“Say you forgive me.”

“You cheater, Tobio! This isn’t fair!”

“You know I was kidding!”

“Okay, fine, just stop tickling me!” He was so focused on prying Kageyama’s hands away that he forgot about his fight to push him off, and the next thing he knew, Kageyama was kissing him and pulling a surprised moan from him. The fingers at his waist eased into hands rubbing soothing paths along his body, moving as languidly as the tongue licking into his mouth, and Shoyo was a goner. He melted under Kageyama’s warmth, his hands coming up to cup his cheeks and his body arching into his. “I’m still mad at you,” he mumbled against his lips.

“Are you actually mad?”

“Maybe…no, not really. But it was still gross.” It was embarrassing, how hard it was to stay mad at Kageyama, especially when he looked at him with that small, secret smile. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Where do you feel your love for me?”

“My hands.”

“Really?” Shoyo pulled a hand away from his body, inspecting the familiar calluses and lines as though he could see the love moving under them.

“Yeah. They kind of tingle when I think about you, like I’m excited to play with you again or just…hold you. It goes away when I’m actually with you.”

“Where does it go?”

Kageyama caught one of Shoyo’s hands that was inspecting his palm, and propped himself up on his other elbow so he could press the hand just under his ribs. “Here. It’s like…it’s like my heart is so big, there’s not enough space for my lungs, and I can’t breathe as easily.”

“So…I’m breathtaking?”

Kageyama scoffed and dropped Shoyo’s hand like it was a dead fish, barely giving him time to tug it back before he fell back onto his body. “Corny dumbass.”

“Better than being gross.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Kageyama pressed his face against Shoyo’s neck, tickling him with his short hair and light breaths. Shoyo could feel a warmth spreading from his chest, up his neck, and into his cheeks, which were aching from the force of his smile.

He kind of understood what Kageyama meant about feeling his love in his hands. He could feel it in his arms, making him wrap them tight around Kageyama and squeeze him close. “That was almost romantic, Tobi.”

“Why do you sound so surprised?” His words were muffled, but they were close enough to Shoyo’s ear to be understood.

“You’re not usually romantic.”

“Yeah, well…love makes me do weird things.”

Kageyama had barely finished talking when a rumble sounded from somewhere between their bodies. His head jerked up to look at Shoyo, who just stared back with wide eyes. “Who was that?”

“I dunno! If you weren’t squishing me, maybe we’d know.” Shoyo’s hands pushed at Kageyama’s shoulders, much gentler than before. “C’mon, let’s shower and go get dinner.”

“What about after? Can you stay over?”

“Well…I’ve got morning practice…”

“So do I.”

“...and I’ll have to get my stuff from the hotel, so the guys might get suspicious…”

“...of you staying with your fiancé?”

Shoyo grinned. “If you want me to stay over so bad, you could just ask.”

“I did.”

“You know what I mean!”

Kageyama rolled his eyes and flopped onto his back, draping his arm over his face. “Whatever. You go shower first.”

“Why?”

“Cuz otherwise you’ll fall asleep and we won’t be able to go anywhere.”

“I won’t fall asleep!”

“Yes, you will, dumbass. You’ve been traveling all day and you’re jetlagged and you’ve just been fucked for the first time in months. You’d fall asleep after just one of those.”

Shoyo wasn’t sure if his warm cheeks were from indignation, or from the blunt way Kageyama talked about sex, or from how thoughtful his frank words really were. “…Wanna shower with me?”

Kageyama lifted his arm just enough to look at Shoyo, who immediately felt pinned under the heat in his eyes. “Then we really wouldn’t be going anywhere.”

“Alright, alright, geez.” Shoyo rolled out of bed, not bothering to cover up and secretly enjoying the feeling of Kageyama watching him. “When did you get so good at flirting?”

“You get good at a lot of things when you wait four months to see your fiancé.”

The warmth in Shoyo’s cheeks was definitely from Kageyama’s words. “…Sap.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” he sang as he escaped into the bathroom.

He would never admit it, but Kageyama was right: he was feeling tired, and the shower thankfully woke him up enough to remove the threat of him falling asleep at dinner. He was quick, slathering on Kageyama’s shower gel and standing under the water just long enough to wash away the feeling of stickiness and the leftover smell of planes.

“Your turn, Tobi!” he called as he left the bathroom, only to choke himself off when he saw Kageyama laying suspiciously still on the bed, his arm still draped over his eyes. “Tobio?” Nothing.

Shoyo bit back a laugh. “Geez,” he murmured, carefully settling himself on the bed next to Kageyama. “And you thought I would fall asleep.”

He didn’t mind, not really. This just gave him a chance to drink in Kageyama’s body without any distractions. He traced featherlight lines along his muscles, and he watched them jump under smooth, lightly tanned skin. Shoyo couldn’t resist leaning over and pressing his lips to Kageyama’s sternum, his collarbones, the hollow of his throat, and, finally, his lips.

The kiss was chaste but lingering, and Shoyo had barely pulled away when Kageyama muttered, “Oi.”

“What was that about me falling asleep?”

“Shut up.” He pushed himself upright, eyes blinking slowly and cheeks lightly flushed from Shoyo’s kisses. “I didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Why? Too excited about me coming?”

“Yeah.”

He took Shoyo’s surprised silence as his chance to disappear into the bathroom. “God…,” Shoyo murmured when the door clicked shut, face feeling on fire, “he’s so…god.”

He tugged his clothes back on just to distract himself from the sweet pressure building in his throat. Soon he was dressed and reclining on the bed, mindlessly scrolling through his phone until he heard the bathroom door open. He looked up just in time to see disappointment flash across Kageyama’s face. “You’re dressed.”

“Yeah? You would’ve nagged at me if I wasn’t.”

Would he ever stop being terribly delighted at the sight of Kageyama pouting? It didn’t seem likely at this point. “I don’t nag.”

“Oh, right, you yell.” Shoyo let a sweet smile spread across his face.

Kageyama huffed a heavy sigh as he tossed his towel to the bed. “Only when you’re being annoying. Which is a lot.” Before Shoyo could snap something back, Kageyama continued, “What do you want to eat?”

The mention of food wiped away all of Shoyo’s annoyance. “Spaghetti!” He grinned at the curl in Kageyama’s lip. “When in Rome, right?”

“God, you are such a…”

“Genius?”

“Dumbass.” Kageyama scooped Shoyo’s socks off the floor and flung them at his face. “Literally when have I ever called you a genius?”

“Can’t a guy dream?”

Shoyo watched shamelessly as Kageyama got dressed, admiring the shifting of his muscles and the light tan of his skin. He knew Kageyama noticed when he saw a flush of color on his ears, but he surprisingly didn’t say anything, not until he finished dressing and turned to see Shoyo still watching him with an indulgent grin. “Enjoying the view, you creep?”

“It’s a view worth appreciating.” Even after all this time, being openly flirted with made Kageyama flush until he looked like a constipated tomato. His only response was to grab Shoyo’s shirt by the collar and unceremoniously drag him out of the bedroom. “Wait, you’re gonna stretch it out!”

“Then move your ass.”

Shoyo just snickered and untangled Kageyama’s fingers from his shirt in favor of tangling his own fingers between them. Kageyama didn’t say anything, just squeezed Shoyo’s hand before they had to let go and get their shoes on.

There was a comfortable silence in the apartment’s entry as they shrugged on their coats, only broken when Kageyama grabbed his keys and turned around to see Shoyo smiling at him. “What?”

“I just…I love you so much.”

Kageyama’s eyes softened, before he slid his hand up the back of Shoyo’s neck and into his hair, using his hold to tilt his face up for a tender, lingering kiss. Me, too, the kiss said, as clearly as if Kageyama had said it out loud.

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The next few days felt like a dream. Everyday, Shoyo got to play volleyball with and against some of the best players in the world, and every night, he got to share a life with Kageyama. They met at the arena, and rode to his apartment, sometimes with a detour to a favorite restaurant or running route or, after a bit of needling from Shoyo, a landmark that was nestled within the city.

When they eventually got to Kageyama’s apartment, it never took long for their clothes to come off. They enjoyed each other in every room of the place — on the couch, over the kitchen counter, on the table, and in the shower. And at the end of it all, Shoyo got to fall asleep with strong arms around his waist and dark hair tickling his chin.

It was everything he had dreamed of during those long months apart, and everything he imagined for their future. Every time he remembered their conversation, their agreement to try and sign to the same team, he felt like his anticipation was lodged in his throat and robbing him of air.

He tried not to linger on it, more focused on enjoying their current time together. The days seemed to pass too quickly, but they were filled to the brim with everything Shoyo loved most in the world, the time spent so well that he couldn’t muster any regret for the time that was slipping through their fingers.

A little over a week into Shoyo’s time in Rome, Kageyama met him with a suggestion of where they could go. “Let’s go to the Colosseum tonight.”

“Really?!” Shoyo asked, his voice nearly cracking into a squeak from excitement. “Wait, why? What’s the occasion?”

Kageyama shrugged as he fit a helmet onto Shoyo’s head. “It’s late on a weekday, so it shouldn’t be as busy right now. And I know you’re going to bug me about seeing it eventually, so.”

Shoyo scoffed. “And here I thought you were feeling extra romantic tonight.”

“Yeah, yeah. Ready to go?”

The childish part of Shoyo (a part that always seemed to rear its head around Kageyama) wanted to keep pouting, but his excitement won out, and soon they were cruising through the streets.

Kageyama had been right, of course. Even though Shoyo had already seen the Colosseum during his last visit to Rome, he absolutely wanted to see it again during this trip. He’d been wanting to see it after winning the tournament, but there was nothing saying he couldn’t still do that after seeing it with Kageyama.

When they arrived at the site, and Shoyo gazed up at the beautiful, ancient building, he knew for certain that he would want a third visit. “Look at it!” he gushed, a smile splitting across his face, “It’s so big! How many people do you think could sit in there? Do you think it was as many as our stadiums? I wonder what sports they played back then.” He turned to smile at Kageyama, only for it to falter at the bemused look on his face. “What?”

“You’ve already seen it, dumbass.”

Shoyo’s smile immediately flipped into a frown, though it wavered at Kageyama’s fond smile. “So? It’s the Colosseum! It doesn’t stop being cool after just one time! And besides…” He cut a sly smirk at Kageyama. “It’s my first time seeing it with my fiaaaaancé! So it’s extra special this time!”

He grinned in preparation for Kageyama’s rolled eyes and scoffed “dumbass,” but instead he received a soft gaze and softer, “Yeah. Guess so.”

Shoyo’s brows furrowed just a bit as he stepped close and took Kageyama’s hand. “You ok, Tobi?”

“Yeah. M’perfect.”

Shoyo was quiet for another beat, eyes flickering over Kageyama’s relaxed features before he was satisfied. “Okay,” he accepted with a kiss pressed to the back of their tangled hands. He turned away and started to let go of Kageyama’s hand, only to get pulled up short by fingers tightening around his.

He turned to frown at Kageyama…and found his fiancé on one knee, a ring box open in his free hand. Nestled in the deep red velvet was a thin gold band, dotted with tiny diamonds that made it glimmer under the city lights. “…Tobio?”

“I…I know we’re already engaged,” Kageyama murmured, voice just a touch unsteady, “but I wanted to give you a ring because…because we’re going to be apart a lot, so…at least you can have part of me with you.”

“You didn’t have to—”

“I know, but I wanted to. Sho, I love you. I love you so much, sometimes I can’t understand how all my love for you fits in me. I always thought that my life would just be one volleyball match after another, and I never thought about what would come after retirement because I…I didn’t want to. I didn’t know, I couldn’t imagine it. And I couldn’t imagine meeting someone who loved volleyball as much as me, and who could love me that much, too, but here you are. And for the first time, I want something as much as I want to keep playing volleyball. For the first time, I can imagine life after volleyball. And it’s you, Sho, it’s you and me and the life that we’ll build together, and I—”

His words cracked into a sob, and Shoyo was sobbing too, and they were both crying in front of the Colosseum, and for the hundredth time that trip Shoyo couldn’t believe how happy he felt. He almost couldn’t see his kneeling fiancé through the tears streaming down his face, but he could see enough to fall to his knees in front of him, and take his damp cheeks in his hands, and press kisses all over his handsome face. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he chanted between every kiss, until Kageyama caught his chin and guided their lips together.

Even Kageyama’s lips on his couldn’t stop Shoyo from whispering, “I love you.” He only fell silent when Kageyama carefully licked into his mouth, forcing his words to break into a moan. He was distantly aware of calloused fingers peeling his left hand away from Kageyama’s cheeks, but he didn’t pull away until he felt a shock of cold metal sliding onto his ring finger. Only then did he break away with a gasp and stare wide-eyed at the gold glinting back at him from his hand.

He didn’t realize how long he’d been staring at it in silence until Kageyama muttered, “Do you…do you like it?”

“I love it.” Shoyo looked away from the ring and into deep, glittering blue depths. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Kageyama breathed, leaning in to steal another kiss.

Shoyo let out a content hum against Kageyama’s lips before pulling away. “I need a necklace.”

“Hm?”

“For the ring. So I can wear it during games.”

“Oh, I have one. It’s at the apartment.”

“Uwah, you really thought of everything!” Shoyo giggled, his laughs only getting louder when Kageyama reached under his coat and gently pinched at his waist.

“Quit sounding so surprised. And stop laughing!” His grumpy words lost their effect when he melted into laughter himself, and Shoyo couldn’t do anything but bury his face into Kageyama’s shoulder as his laughs continued to ring into the night air.

He was slow to quiet down, his laughs only fading away when he felt lips tracing a light path down his neck. The ghostly touch made desire begin to creep through Shoyo, until he was murmuring into Kageyama’s coat, “I want you to fuck me tonight.”

“Wow, what a romantic.”

“Shut up!” he laughed, gently nipping at Kageyama’s throat. “Fucking me is romantic. We’ll be ‘making love’!”

“Uh-huh.” Despite how unimpressed he sounded, Shoyo could feel Kageyama’s hand begin to creep under his shirt. “You don’t have to tell me to do something I was already gonna do.”

The dark promise of his words made a shiver run down Shoyo’s spine. He pulled away just enough to meet Kageyama’s gaze, and found his desire reflected back at him. The sight emboldened him just enough to carefully wrap his fingers into Kageyama’s collar, lean in, and breathe against his lips, “Take me home, Tobi.”

Those blue eyes darkened just before there were lips parting against Shoyo’s in a slow, deep kiss, full of promises for the night. It was enough to leave him feeling dazed when Kageyama pulled away and rose to his feet, pulling Shoyo up with him. Their fingers were woven tightly together as they made their way to Kageyama’s scooter, and when Shoyo climbed on behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist, he pressed his lips against his shoulder, knowing he’d be able to feel the pressure through his layers.

A hand fell to where his were clinging in front of Kageyama, giving them a gentle squeeze. “Hold on tight,” Kageyama warned.

And then, they were off, the scooter winding through the streets on a route that was now deeply familiar to Shoyo. It…it felt like going home, he realized with a jolt. A week with Kageyama was all he needed to make a place feel like home.

Home. Usually the word gave him a small pang of melancholy, but thinking of it now, as he held onto his fiancé in the streets of Rome, Shoyo could only feel a warmth spread slowly through his chest like honey. It made him hold on just a little tighter and hook his chin over Kageyama’s shoulder, letting his eyes flutter closed as the breeze carried Kageyama’s scent to him.

He lost track of time for the rest of the scooter ride until he felt Kageyama brake in front of his apartment building and they got off the scooter. Then Shoyo was driven by a single-minded focus, crowding Kageyama against the back of the elevator and pulling him into a hungry kiss.

Kageyama was ready for him, his hands immediately pulling him close by his waist and his lips easily responding to Shoyo’s hunger. When the elevator doors opened at his floor, he just helped Shoyo stumbled backwards to his apartment without breaking the kiss, only pulling away when he had to fumble to unlock the front door. As soon as the door closed behind them, Shoyo lept on him again, smiling against his lips at the feeling of Kageyama’s arousal brushing him through his coat.

“Hey,” Shoyo whispered against his lips, “wanna show me some more of Rome?”

Confusion joined the dazed desire softening Kageyama’s features. “W…what? You wanna go back out?”

“Not really.” Shoyo stepped away and began walking through the living room, stripping off his clothes until he stood naked by the glass balcony doors. He turned and smiled at the sight of Kageyama trailing after him, looking stunned even as he stripped himself down. They hadn’t turned on the lights when they stumbled in, too focused on kissing each other breathless. Shoyo could only see Kageyama by the warm streetlights, dark eyes glittering. “Show me off, Tobio.”

“Here?” Kageyama breathed. His disbelief didn’t stop him from gravitating closer to Shoyo, sliding a hand from his collarbones, over a nipple, and to his waist. He leaned in, ghosting his lips over Shoyo’s, then along his cheek, until he could whisper in his ear, “You want me to fuck you against the window? Where anyone could see you?”

“No one will see,” Shoyo just barely managed to say on a shuddering breath, “We’re too high up and the lights are off.”

“You really want to test that out?”

“Scared, Your Highness?”

Maybe he was playing dirty, but it was just a means to the end that was playing dirty in a different way entirely.

And it worked. Kageyama pulled away, and Shoyo felt electricity zip through him at the sight of those dark eyes glinting with both competition and desire. “Fine,” he growled with a beatific grin, “I’ll fuck you so well that anyone who does see will wish they were you.”

Words weren’t Kageyama’s strong suit, but every so often, he managed to bowl Shoyo over with the things he said. Shoyo’s breath caught in his throat, and he couldn’t say anything or do anything but pull Kageyama into a messy, hungry kiss.

Kageyama’s lips immediately parted under his, and he gathered Shoyo in his arms to press him against the glass, making him gasp from the cold surface. It felt like Kageyama’s hands were everywhere — cupping his jaw, plucking at his nipples, tracing his spine, curving around his waist — until, suddenly, one of them wrapped around his cock.

Shoyo gasped, hips immediately thrusting into his grip. It was dry and loose, but Shoyo couldn’t help seeking out the friction anyway, and he could feel Kageyama smirk against his lips. “So desperate for me.”

“So are you,” Shoyo muttered, deliberately rocking his hips forward to make their lengths brush each other. “You want me just as much.”

He expected Kageyama to disagree, to continue their good-natured competitive bickering while their hands were busy making each other unravel. But instead, Kageyama just murmured, “Yeah, always.” He took Shoyo’s stunned silence as his chance to capture his lips again, licking languidly into his mouth in stark contrast to his steadily quickening hand on Shoyo’s arousal.

It took an embarrassingly short time for precome to start leaking out of him, and Kageyama was quick to spread it down Shoyo’s length, making his strokes slide smoother and slicker and better. Pleasure spiked in him, and he automatically bit back the louder moans that threatened to escape him.

He saw Kageyama’s eyes flicker down to his teeth sinking into his lip, and the next thing he knew, Kageyama was kissing him hungrily, parting his lips and swallowing his freed moans. “Quit trying to be quiet when I want to hear you,” he growled.

“S-sorry,” Shoyo whimpered, “it’s just—mm—habit.”

“I’ll have to break it out of you by the finals.”

The idea made a whine choke out of Shoyo. “God, please do.”

Kageyama chuckled against his lips as he circled his finger around Shoyo’s crown, coaxing out more precome to slide down and making a ragged swear tear out of him. It felt like no time had passed at all before Shoyo was gasping, “I’m ready, I’m ready, get the lube.”

Kageyama just hummed and continued stroking him, tightening his hand around his head to give him short, quick strokes that had Shoyo clenching his teeth. “‘Yama— ah, Yama, Tobio, please, I’m gonna—” He scrambled at Kageyama’s wrist, which didn’t stop until his voice cracked. Only then did it drop to the base of his length and squeeze just tight enough to help Shoyo chase off his premature release.

“Fuck,” Shoyo breathed, “what was that for?”

“Just wanted to see how quickly I could work you up,” Kageyama said with a shrug and a satisfied grin.

“That’s not—mm—fair.” Kageyama let go of him, his retreating touch on his swollen member still enough to make Shoyo’s hips stutter.

“Don’t touch yourself until I get back,” Kageyama quietly ordered. Shoyo pouted as he nodded, watching a little petulantly as Kageyama disappeared into his room. He knew, he knew what he’d just told him to do, but he felt a little silly, standing there naked with his hands hanging at his sides and his dick standing at full attention.

Before he could really think about how smart he was being, Shoyo let his hands drift up his sides, stroking along his waist and ribs, before his fingers brushed against his nipples. He sank his teeth into his bottom lip to hold back a soft moan as he brushed them in ghostly circles, the light touches just enough to keep arousal burning through him. He leaned his shoulders back against the balcony doors to better let himself arch into his own touch, and he couldn’t hold back the moan that bloomed from his throat at the feeling of precum leaking from his tip.

“What’re you doing?”

His eyes shot open at the low words, another whimper escaping him when he saw Kageyama standing there, lube and condom in his hand and shadows in his eyes. “Just—nnh, keeping myself ready for you,” he sighed.

He hungrily watched Kageyama’s erection twitch at his words. Those dark eyes were slow, almost assessing as they looked Shoyo over, and with every step Kageyama took towards him, Shoyo found himself trembling more and more against his own fingers.

Kageyama stepped in close as soon as he came to stand in front of Shoyo, letting their lengths slide against each other and force another stuttered sigh from Shoyo’s lips. It was just enough of a distraction to keep him from dodging Kageyama’s hands, the sound of the lube being dropped the only warning before long, calloused fingers were wrapping around his wrists and jerking them up until his hands were pressed to the glass on either side of his head. “Maybe I should make you stretch yourself,” Kageyama whispered with the underlying note of a growl, “let you put on a show for me, since you can do everything yourself. I can just sit on the couch and make you work for your own pleasure.”

His words and his hold on Shoyo’s wrists made him whimper, “No…want you, Tobi. I want your fingers in me.”

“Just my fingers?”

“Anything. Everything.” Shoyo craned his neck to let their noses brush and his words ghost over Kageyama’s lips. “I just want you. Please, Tobi.”

He knew Kageyama couldn’t resist the sound of his nickname being moaned. Sure enough, the moment the nickname left his lips with a plea, Kageyama dove in and devoured his lips, hands letting go of Shoyo’s wrists to curve around his waist. He was hungrier than before, kissing and sucking and nipping his way down Shoyo’s body, until he could suck at one of his nipples. Shoyo arched into his mouth with a gasp, pleasure shooting through him like electricity. Kageyama didn’t pull away until he had sucked at both nipples, leaving them wet and puckered in the cool air of the apartment. He wore a satisfied smile as he took in the sight of the flush creeping down Shoyo’s chest, his puckered nipples, and his leaking cock. “Turn around and put your hands against the glass,” he eventually said, bending to pick the lube and condom back up.

“Leave the condom,” Shoyo suddenly blurted. “I…I want to feel you come in me.”

He smiled at Kageyama’s widening eyes before he obeyed his instructions. Anticipation burned hot inside him and made him tremble at the snap of the tube being opened and closed, before a cool, wet finger began circling around his hole. The cold never failed to make Shoyo gasp, but he made to sure to stay relaxed. The kisses Kageyama was pressing along his shoulder helped to distract him, though not enough to keep him from letting out a low groan at the first breach.

He was still a bit loose, thanks to either fucking or being fucked everyday for the past week, and it didn’t take long for him to ask for “More, give me more.” A slick second finger carefully pressed in, and as the digits began scissoring him open, one finally brushed against his prostate. “There,” he choked out, even though he knew he didn’t need to. Kageyama knew.

With the entry of a third finger, Shoyo finally felt a delicious burn from the stretch, and the slight pain combined with Kageyama’s focused stroking on his prostate made him moan softly with every stroke. The sound of Kageyama’s breaths at his ear couldn’t quite drown out the lewd sound of his fingers squelching in and out of him, underlined by his own desperate sounds. “God, listen to you,” Kageyama groaned, “listen to how well you take me.”

Heat flooded Shoyo’s face, as his ears became unable to hear anything else. His body sounded hungry, desperate, and he could feel himself clinging to Kageyama’s fingers, trying to suck them back in with every drag out. It should’ve been humiliating, but Shoyo could only feel the pressure at his prostate and his blood throbbing through his cock, almost in time with Kageyama’s thrusts.

And then there were fingers brushing a still-wet nipple, the damp easing the circles being drawn around it. Shoyo bent into an impossible arch as he tried to press into one set of fingers and rock back on the other. His own hands were still pressed against the window, twitching every so often from the urge to touch Kageyama or jerk himself off.

The slow thrusting fingers felt good, too good, were threatening to bring Shoyo to the edge too quickly again. Then the hand on his chest dropped to wrap around his dick, and he barely lasted three strokes before he was gasping, “Wait, wait, I’m ready, please—”

Kageyama’s hand and fingers slowed, but didn’t stop. “What’s wrong?” he asked, a smile audible in his words, “Don’t want to come?”

“No,” Shoyo whined, “no, I want—haaaa, I wanna come on your cock, Tobi. I want you to fuck me already, please!”

There was a soft swear, then Kageyama’s hands were pulling away. Shoyo instinctively clenched around his fingers as they left his body, leaving him feeling strangely empty. But he couldn’t focus on that, not when he could hear Kageyama slicking himself up. “You ready for me?”

“Yes yes yes, please, I—ohhhh, fuck.”

Just the press of the head of Kageyama’s dick had Shoyo trembling, his hands flexing against the glass as Kageyama’s hands flexed on his hips. “Good?” Kageyama murmured as he continued slowly sinking in.

“Ha— so good, want more.” Shoyo rocked his hips back, letting out a soft cry when too much sank in too fast. It stung, it burned, it felt divine.

“Shit, careful, dumbass,” Kageyama grunted.

“Then hurry up.” He felt those hands tighten around him, and then, suddenly, his breath was leaving him on a shout as Kageyama thrust forward, bringing their hips flush against each other.

“That fast enough?” Shoyo could hear the smirk in Kageyama’s voice.

“Are you going to nag, or are you going to fuck me?”

Kageyama scoffed, even as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in. Shoyo could barely hear his next words over his own moans. “And here I thought you wanted to be romantic.” He punctuated his words with a soft nip at Shoyo’s ear, earning himself a quiet hum.

“Making love with a—ah, a view of Rome is romantic,” Shoyo bit out. He let his head fall to the side, baring more of his neck for Kageyama to kiss and suck at. “Tobio,” he murmured, “Tobio, can I touch you?” He wasn’t sure how strict the order to keep his hands on the glass was.

Kageyama hummed against his skin, and Shoyo took that as permission. One hand immediately left the glass and sank into Kageyama’s hair, pressing him closer as he bit and sucked a bruise into the curve of his shoulder, right where his jersey collar would cover it.

Despite Shoyo’s whining, Kageyama stubbornly kept up a slow pace, pushing deep inside and nearly pulling out with every thrust. And Shoyo didn’t complain, couldn’t complain. Words were escaping him, leaving him only capable of soft moans and whines each time Kageyama drove into his prostate. He felt surrounded by his fiancé, his body trapped between his rocking hips and his strong arms.

And he loved it. He loved the feeling of one hand creeping around to press in just above his dick, and the other going back to plucking at and circling around his nipples. He loved being covered by Kageyama’s firm planes of muscles, feeling them bunch against his back with every thrust. He even loved being forced to stick with his slow rhythm, the hand that pressed at him stopping him from rocking any faster on Kageyama’s cock.

The slow rocks meant a slow ascent of pleasure, one Shoyo luxuriated in. He let himself feel everything, soak in every rub and suck and kiss and grasp on his body. Being edged twice meant his nerves were already frayed, and a part of him was grateful for the slow pace, for the chance to enjoy all of this for a little longer.

When his eyes fluttered open, he was treated to a view of the park that faced the apartment building, all lush greenery and bright flowers with paths weaving in between. And set against the view was his own reflection, courtesy of the dark apartment and the streetlights outside.

He looked fucked-out, all drooping eyes and flushed cheeks and swollen lips. His ring winked at him from the hand that was still pressed to the glass, and right above it, at the reflection of the curve of his shoulder, was Kageyama, his dark hair just barely concealing his lips working at Shoyo’s skin. “Oh, fuck,” Shoyo gasped, making Kageyama’s eyes flicker open and meet his gaze in the reflection. His eyes widened when he realized what Shoyo was looking at, but he didn’t stop. If anything, he started putting more force behind his thrusts, making Shoyo’s reflection ripple across the glass. “We look so— so good, Tobi—”

“Yeah? And do you feel good?” Kageyama murmured with another suck under Shoyo’s jaw.

“I feel amazing,” Shoyo whimpered, “you’re so—ngh, so big, you fill me up so good.”

He clenched down just a bit as he spoke, and he was rewarded with a groan from deep in Kageyama’s chest. “And you take me so good,” he grunted, “it’s like you were made for me, Sho.”

“Only for you,” Shoyo babbled, feeling a pressure tighten under Kageyama’s hand, “just for you, Tobi, ah— more, give me more, I’m almost—yes!”

At his pleas, Kageyama’s hand had finally slid down to Shoyo’s throbbing dick. He circled his fingertips around the head, collecting Shoyo’s precome before sliding it down his length. The slick slide made Shoyo’s head fall back against Kageyama’s shoulder, and his mouth fell open with soft, wrecked sounds as Kageyama began tugging at him in time with his thrusts. “Are you close?” he whispered into his ear, making electricity zip down Shoyo’s spine.

“Yes yes yes, so close, don’t stop—” His fingers tightened in Kageyama’s hair just as Kageyama’s hand stroked up from his chest to cup his jaw and turn his face towards him. When he kissed Shoyo, his other hand gave a tight twist to his cockhead, and that was all Shoyo needed.

His orgasm swept over him like a wave, pulling him under the rush of pleasure and refusing to let him surface. His lips fell away from Kageyama’s as his head fell back with a wail of his name, hips grinding on Kageyama’s dick and trapping it between his clenching walls. His own cock jumped in Kageyama’s hold, coming so hard that some of his come escaped the tight fingers to splatter against the glass.

He was distantly aware of Kageyama swearing as his body writhed in his arms, only understanding that he was chanting his name in time to his hips jerking against him. Shoyo mewled at the feeling of being filled, Kageyama’s dick reaching deep inside him. “Fuck, fuck, Sho,” Kageyama finally groaned, his forehead falling to Shoyo’s shoulder.

Shoyo could only hum, his throat feeling a touch sore from all of his mindless begging and moaning. His hand slid from Kageyama’s hair to cover the hand that had fallen from his jaw to rest against his collarbones. He wove their fingers together and pressed their hands above his thrumming heart. Kageyama started trailing lazy kisses along his shoulder, making him melt into him even more.

His eyes fluttered open to gaze out of the balcony doors again…only to catch on the mess he’d left on the glass. “Tobi,” he mumbled, just barely mustering the energy to shake the shoulder Kageyama was kissing, “Tobi, we need to”—a yawn threatened to dislocate his jaw—“need to clean up and—mm, shower and stuff.”

Kageyama let out a long, low groan as he reluctantly pulled away. His groan broke into a soft hiss when his half-hard cock slid out of Shoyo, who whined at the feeling of emptiness and Kageyama’s come starting to leak out of his stretched hole. “Get in the shower,” Kageyama muttered, knowing the exact reason for Shoyo’s whine, “I’ll clean this and join you in a sec.”

“Mmkay,” Shoyo agreed, his post-orgasmic daze and exhaustion making him easier than usual.

Just like their love-making, everything in the aftermath happened slowly, and Shoyo felt like he was floating along in a state of half-sleep, only vaguely aware of shampooing dark hair and feeling gentle fingers clean him out. He nearly fell asleep the moment his head hit his pillow, but he somehow managed to stay awake long enough to snuggle into Kageyama and press a slow, lingering kiss to his lips. “Hey,” he murmured as they parted.

“What?”

“I’m gonna marry you one day.” Kageyama blinked at him, slow to understand for a moment, before a smile split across his face that complemented the sunny smile Shoyo could feel pushing at his cheeks.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?”

Kageyama’s smile turned smug. “I proposed to you twice. That’s two wins for me.”

Shoyo’s smile turned into a pout. “Yeah, well…I let you have this win, cuz my team will be winning the championship!”

“You tell yourself that, dumbass.” Before Shoyo could snap anything back, Kageyama was tugging him close and pressing a kiss to his hair. “Go to sleep already. You were almost falling asleep on my dick out there.”

“So lewd, Tobi.” But Shoyo couldn’t argue, and for once, he didn’t really want to. He much preferred falling asleep with Kageyama in his arms and the smell of his body wash filling his nose.

As he drifted into unconsciousness, one last thought drifted through his mind.

I can’t wait to have this everyday.

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[clubkira]

DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ

oh future husband, better love me right!

premise. the nhk gives it’s viewers a peak into the love lives of the jnt’s lineup, interviewing the future wives of the jnt to crack the secret to a happy relationship ❤︎

content. haikyu!! jnt / f!reader. (atsumu miya, rintarou suna, wakatoshi ushijima & shoyo hinata). fluff. somewhat decent relationship advice. downbad fiancés. healthy relationships(!!). suggestive moments. petnames.

soundtrack. dear future husband : meghan trainor.

part two can be read here.

dear future husband m.list. // hq. masterlist.

ATSUMU MIYA.

“after every fight, just apologize.”

“Relationship advice?” You repeat, sitting across from the NHK interviewer, mic strapped to your shirt as a camera filmed your living room. She nods, smiling while holding a microphone of her own.

“Yes! Tell us, what is the secret to a healthy relationship?”

You tilt your head, “Well, I guess I have some advice to give.” Your fingers drum against the armrest of your couch as you sit in thought, contemplating on what to tell the reporter, “hmm..”

Atsumu sitting beside you laughs, his arm slung comfortably over your shoulder, “I have some advice I’d like to give as well.”

You turn to him with a grimace. “I don’t want any young viewers following whatever is about to come out of your mouth, ‘Tsumu.”

He looks at you offended; reeling his arm back to his side, shock spelled out all over his face. “Excuse me, I’m great at romance. I romanced you, didn’t I?”

“Unfortunately,” you jest, with Atsumu exclaiming in protest, “But this isn’t just about romancing someone, ‘Tsumu. They’re asking what makes a relationship a healthy one.”

“So?” He shrugs, ���A healthy relationship is one that’s full of romance.”

“I apologize for him,” you playfully tell the interviewer, ignoring the look Atsumu gives you in response, “He’s not the best at this sorta stuff.”

She merely giggles, “No worries, the players are allowed to give their own opinions as well.” Atsumu puffs his chest out, “See, babe? She said I can talk too.”

“Yeah well, just make sure to cut out whatever he says in the final broadcast,” She lets out a snort at your jab, hiding the smile that creeps onto her face behind her microphone while Atsumu shoves your shoulder in despair.

“Awe, c’mon! I’m not that bad with relationship advice!” He pouts at you, looking like a kicked puppy when he does so, “What makes you think I’m so bad at this, do you actually want to marry me, babe?”

Your eyes soften at his saddened tone, feeling slightly guilty you link your fingers with his, eyes full of love when he smiles down at your intertwined hands.

“Of course I do, ‘Tsumu.”

The camera crew awes as you turn back to face the cameras, still holding Atsumu’s hand firmly in your own, running your thumb over the smooth cut diamond ring studded band he wears on his ring finger.

“The advice I have to give viewers is; Apologize when you are wrong,” you tell the interviewer, “No matter your pride, no amount will replace your relationship. It’s never worth sacrificing your loved one just for the sake of winning an argument.”

“Uh huh, you’re one to talk about that, babe,” Atsumu rolls his neck, “You never apologize first, it’s always me who has to for you to talk to me again.”

“What are you talking about?” You look at him confused, “I’m the one who initiates the apology conversations, you’re the stubborn one out of us.”

“Nuh-uh.”

You groan, “Exactly.”

Atsumu pulls his hand out of yours, placing it on your thigh instead before facing the cameras. “But, she is right. Do not ever choose a winning an argument over your partner. It ends badly.”

“You would know,” you snort, “You give me the longest silent treatments until I coax you out of it with kisses.”

“Can we cut that out of the broadcast, please?”

You purse your lips to hide the oncoming smile until Atsumu leans forward, a handsome grin on his face as he looks directly into the rolling cameras with a newfound confidence.

“But, y’know. I do always apologize in the end, ‘cause my girl’s never wrong.”

RINTAROU SUNA.

“make time for her.”

“You see this girl?” Suna jabs a thumb in your direction from across the kitchen, leaning against the marble island lazily as the camera team nods. “Yeah, she gets constipated if I don’t give her enough attention.”

Your head perks up immediately as you shoot him a halfhearted glare, “Do not.”

“See, she’s doing it right now.” He ignores, drinking from his glass of water before setting it down on the counter, ignoring the little gasp you let out at his actions.

Rolling your eyes, you smack his arm before sliding a coaster under his drink, “Don’t scratch the marble, Rinnie. I just bought this island.”

The camera team silently giggles at the short interactions between you two, with Suna sticking his tongue out at you and in response you give him a middle finger before he turns back to face them, “Can you believe her?”

Scoffing, you enter the camera frame beside him, “Don’t bring them into this, Rinnie.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“I’m your fiancée.”

Suna opens his mouth to argue before shutting it promptly, “Good point.”

One of the crew members holds a sign from behind the cameras, indicating to get the interview back on topic. “Why would you ever ask her for relationship advice?” Suna chuckles, “I was the one who made the first move.”

“The interview is for the fiancée’s of the JNT, Mr. Suna,” the interviewer reminds him, “But the players are welcome to voice their own opinions as well.”

Suna stretches his arm behind his back with a yawn, a sliver of his abdomen peeking out from underneath his home shirt before disappearing quickly, “Well in that case, allow me to voice this opinion—”

You slap a hand over his mouth before he can begin, “Nope, didn’t you hear them? This is my interview, Rinnie.”

“Buhf dey shaid I can shpeak too, affhole." Suna glares from behind your hand, removing it from his mouth with a groan. “Did you even wash your hand? Tastes gross.”

“Why did you lick my hand?”

“We’ve done freakier things than that and that’s what you’re worried about?”

Your words get lodged in your throat, sputtering out hurriedly, “This is going on T.V, Rinnie!”

He looks to you with a smug smile, “Yeah, and I can’t wait to rewatch this interview and see your reaction again later.”

Your fists clench momentarily before taking a deep breath, relaxing yourself and facing the cameras with a smile. “Anyways, some relationship advice I’d give to anyone watching; make time for your spouse.”

Suna nods along to your words, “Mhm, I think that’s the most important thing in a relationship.”

“Shut up, Rinnie.”

“Ouch,” he fakes a stab through his heart, monotonous eyes but a playful grin on his lips. “I talk for two seconds and you tell your dear fiancé to shut up?”

You shake your head towards him jokingly, continuing to talk to the interviewer, “A healthy relationship means you spend time with your loved ones, and your spouse should be the most loved person in your life.”

The reporter nods, “I see, I see, what do you suggest to our viewers the best ways to spend quality time with their lover?”

“In bed.” Suna chimes in immediately, earning another smack on the shoulder from you. “What?” He looks at you with a knowing grin, “Oh, you— I didn’t mean like that, oh my god you’re sooo dirty minded.”

He chuckles, “I meant like cuddling, laying in bed together, watching movies. Y’know, wholesome things.”

“Nothing is wholesome with you,” you exasperate, speaking from personal experience. “But yes, those are great ways to spend times with your lover. They’re good times to bond with them, or just relax and unwind after a long day.”

“Yeah, after a gruelling day of practice, it’s nice to come home and lay in her arms,” Suna motions to you before leaning his head on your shoulder, his grin now replaced with a small but gentle smile. “She’s all I want to see after practice.”

“Wow,” you tease, leaning your head atop his, “and where did you learn to be so smooth, hm? Are you just playing it up for the cameras, Rinnie?”

Suna snickers, hands crossed over his chest relaxed, “I would never,” he says before mumbling close to your ear.

“I just, really like to spend time with you.”

WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA.

“treat her like a lady.”

“My fiancé is out right now at the gym,” you inform the NHK station crew, their camera men follow you inside your house for the opening shots of the broadcast. “Make yourselves comfortable while you wait.”

The interviewer settles himself on a seat at your dining table as you reach for the vase of flowers atop, moving into the kitchen to pour the old water out of their vase, careful to not spill any over your kitchen counter as you refill the container with fresh water from your tap.

Refreshing the water, you carefully place the flowers back into their vase before rearranging them neatly, coming back out of the kitchen to place them back on your table and adjusting them accordingly as the interviewer watches amazed.

“Those flowers are very lovely,” he notes softly, almost as if any louder of a volume would disturb the plants, “Did you fiancé happen to get them for you?”

You smile, “yes, he did,” recalling the first time he got you a bouquet, on your first date many years ago.

“‘Toshi knows I love flowers.”

The soft click of the lock to your house causes you to perk your head up in familiarity, the frame of your fiancé’s figure coming into view as you see him placing his shoes down beside your door before coming inside.

“Welcome home, dear,” you call out to him from the kitchen, one of the camera crew’s members break off to film your fiancé as he enters the home. He drops his gym bag to the floor beside your couch, removing his jacket and hanging it on your coatrack before passing through the halls of your shared home to get to you.

Ushijima shuffles his way into the kitchen, passing by the camera crew and approaching you from behind, hugging you as his hands are wrap around your stomach, head dropping into the crook of your shoulder.

You lean into his touch, his freshly showered hair smells of the shampoo the two of you use.

“Are you showing them the flowers I got you?” He asks, eying the pretty arrangement of flowers on the table. The cameras zoom in to take a closer shot at the flowers, noting the vibrancy of the colours and the lack of thorns adorning the stems.

You and the reporter nod, Ushijima lets a small smile settle on his face. “She told me they were her favourites,” he tells the reporter.

“Hm,” he hums before turning to you, microphone extending outwards. “is that your relationship advice for the viewers then? Giving your loved one gifts?”

You shake your head quickly, “Oh, no! No, that’s not my advice— Of course, do get your partner gifts if you know they’ll enjoy them.” Ushijima straightens up, hands snaking around your waist to stand beside you as the cameras pan out to record the both of you in the same shot.

“‘Toshi just really likes to get me little things,” you smile, reminicing on all the times your eyes barely glazed over something in a store front before he was scrambling inside the shop to buy it for you, despite your pleas.

“But gifts do not have to be expensive,” You reassure the viewers again, “just little trinkets that remind you of your partner will be enough.”

Ushijima nods before lifting your hand up to the camera, showing off the engagement ring with a large diamond displayed proudly atop it. “Yes, but I do like to splurge when it comes to her.”

You retract your hand quickly, warily eying your fiancé, “‘Toshi! Don’t make the viewers think they need to buy people’s happiness with expensive gifts!”

His head tilts unsurely, “My love, do you not like the ring I got you?”

“I-I do! When did I ever say I didn’t?”

His eyes crinkle slightly in concern, “Then why are you hiding our engagement ring from the viewers?”

“Because,” you sigh, “I don’t want young, inexperienced lovers to think they need something like a huge, flashy engagement ring to be loved by someone.”

“But you deserve the best,” he rebuffs, “There is nothing I wouldn’t buy for you if you asked.”

“‘Toshi.. this isn’t really helping our case…”

The reporter turns to Ushijima, “Even though this is a special for the JNT fiancées, the players are allowed to give their own insight.” He informs your soon-to-be husband, “Do you have anything else to add for our viewers?”

Ushijima thinks for a moment, silent in thought as you look to your fiancé, and the sight of his matching engagement ring twinkling under the bright studio lights filling your home catches your eye all too quickly.

“Do you have anything you want to say, ‘Toshi?” You nudge his shoulder slightly when he continues to remain quiet, an encouraging smile on your lips.

He nods, bringing the hand with your ring on it before giving the intricately cut diamond a kiss, his piercing eyes gazing deep into yours, causing your face to heat up fervently at his wolfish grin.

“Treat your partner the best that you can, like the lady she is and deserves to be treated as.”

SHOYO HINATA.

“don’t forget your anniversaries!”

Shoyo’s leg bounces feverishly as the reporter speaks to you casually, unable to contain his excitement at being asked to join you for this broadcasted interview special.

His grin is wide, beaming whenever you sneak small glances at him whenever the reporter looks down at their cue cards of start up questions to ease into the conversation, before the real topic is brought up.

“Do you have any relationship advice for our viewers?”

You’re about to speak until Shoyo interrupts you, quite literally flying out of his seat while brightly smiling as his hand grasps yours with a tight grip, “I do, I do!”

The reporter chortles, smiling at his tactics, “Thank you, Mr. Hinata. But this interview is specifically for your fiancée.” Shoyo’s face sullens lightly until he speaks again, “But you’re allowed to give your own thoughts when she’s done.”

Shoyo slumps back into his seat dejectedly as you rub his back comfortingly, “Sorry, Sho. But just let me speak first, okay?” His pout is replaced instantaneously at your words with the usual smile he holds when around you, “Alright, baby!”

You look towards the reporter, hand still clasped in Shoyo’s securely. “Here is my advice for a healthy relationship; Don’t forget your anniversaries.”

Your fiancé’s mouth hangs open in shock at your words, head whipping to face you with a hearty laugh, “That’s what I was going to say!”

The look of shock that spreads across your face amuses him, staring at you expectantly for a few moments before you too erupt into laughter, shoulders shaking in surprise as the two of you cling to each other for support, with Shoyo nearly falling off the couch with how hard he cackles.

He clings onto your shoulder to stop himself from tumbling, which in turn causes you to laugh harder as you try to pull him back up as Shoyo calls out for you to ‘save him’.

“Baby, I’m falling!” Shoyo shrieks while howling with laughter, “Grab my hand!”

“You’re already grabbing my hand, Sho!”

Cameras stationed around your living room pan to zoom in on Shoyo’s joyful face when he fools around with you, the grip he still holds on your hand as clear as day as you jokingly attempt to rescue his bumbling self.

The out of frame reporter looks to the two of you happily, the fact that you both seem so absorbed in each other and have forgotten about the interview portion of the broadcast is surprisingly heartwarming for both the crew and the viewers watching the broadcast.

Once the two of you manage to calm down, you shyly look back to the NHK crew with a timid smile.

“Sorry,” you apologize to your interviewer, coughing as you try to hold back another bout of laughter when you catch Shoyo smiling at you again, attempting to contain his giggles. “We got a little- uhm, carried away.”

“It’s no problem,” the reporter chuckles, “I can see the two of you are very much in love, so is that the advice you wish to tell our viewers on how your relationship with each other is so healthy?”

You and Shoyo nod simultaneously, “Yeah, don’t you ever forget your partner’s anniversaries!!” Shoyo sternly but playfully warns the viewers, “I’m serious, guys! Anniversaries are important!”

“What anniversaries should our viewers be aware of when it comes to their lovers?”

This time you speak up, “Well, the major and most well known ones of course,” you begin, listing off the ones you can recall at the moment.

“For example; first month together, first year spent as a couple, birthdays could also count I suppose—”

“Did you know I proposed to her on our fifth anniversary?” Shoyo interrupts excitedly, the same happy and bright smile on his face shining when he proudly pulls up his hand to show off the ring on his finger, “I was so caught up in the moment, I forgot to put the ring on her finger after she accepted!”

Recalling that memory brings warmth to your cheeks, “Yeah, he literally forgot about the ring in the box until I asked him about it later.”

“But in any case,” you circle back to original topic at hand, noticing the way Shoyo’s smile dampens a little when you switch back so quickly as you shoot him an apologetic smile, you don’t want to waste the reporter’s and NHK crew’s time any longer.

“Don’t forget your anniversaries, people! They’re a big deal for a ton of lovers!”

“Th-that’s right!” Shoyo piggybacks off your response, “And if you do forget, you better apologize a lot!”

The reporter nods, turning their attention to your fiancé. “And do you have any final thoughts for our viewers on how you maintain a healthy relationship with your fiancée, Mr. Hinata?”

Shoyo smiles deviously at the open ended question he’s been dying to answer this whole time; his hand creeping teasingly up your thigh to the small of your back as he leans in real close to you with a knowing wink, the flushed expression displayed on your face at his actions encourages him even more to continue.

His eyes glint with amusement, the mischievous grin on his lips is firm even in front of several strangers and cameras rolling in real time, footage of his behaviour being broadcasted to the entirety of Japan this very second.

And without shame or guilt, Shoyo smirks.

“Make your anniversary nights real special for her, trust me on that one.”

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#hinata x reader #shoyo hinata #shoyo hinata x reader #shoyo fluff #hinata fluff #atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #suna x reader #suna fluff #ushijima x reader #ushijima fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #atsumu miya #suna rintaro #ushijima wakatoshi #haikyuu fic #haikyu fluff #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x imagines #haikyuu x self insert #haikyuu headcanons #haikyu x reader #‧₊˚⋅ ࣪ ִֶָ☾. — constellations .ᐟ

[ravenslvt]

why does your best friend's older brother have to be so hot?? :(((

☆ suna rintarou x fem!reader (pt.1) ☆

cw: smuut! p in v, v fingering, fluffy, lowk sweet, implied virgin reader, unprotected sex.

pt. 2 pt.3 pt.4

you sigh at the empty water bottle on the nightstand. you look over at your best friend, ami. she was fast asleep. you smiled, glad you were able to visit her on your break from university. you were grateful her parents let you stay over while they were out of the country for some sort of work meeting.

back to the important matter, your thirst. you slowly get up, trying not to wake your dark haired bestfriend. grabbing the tin water bottle and tiptoeing downstairs, making sure to close the door to her bedroom quietly on the way out.

you walk through the familiar halls of the house you’ve known since you were young. all the lights were off except the kitchen light.

walking in, you notice your bestfriend’s hot ass older brother, rintarou, leaning against the kitchen island on his phone. he was wearing his usual loose sweatpants, and a tight fitting t-shirt from your old highschool. it used to be loose on him, it was clear he’s been working out more and gained more muscle. his head perks up, he pauses whatever he was watching and speaks.

“hey, didn’t think anyone was still awake.” his voice is low and a little hushed.

you don’t notice the way his eyes go to your attire, small little sleep shorts and a tank top.

you notice he’s heating something up in the microwave as you reach the fridge, unscrewing the cap to your water bottle to refill it. you watch as the bottle slowly fills, talking to him.

“ami fell asleep and i was thirsty. she always passes out so fast” you softly chuckle. she was always the first to fall asleep at sleepovers, even in your childhood. girl was a deep sleeper.

“mmm” he simply hums, returning back to looking at his phone.

you turn back to face him, taking a refreshing sip of water.

“whatcha watchin?” you lean on your elbows against the counter, peering over at him.

your relationship with suna rintarou was…. friendly to say the least. he was only a year older than you and ami, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a (fat) crush on him since middle school.

you remembered the exact moment your crush on him had started. you and ami were twelve and rintarou was thirteen. you were at the suna’s family beach house for summer break.

you and ami relaxed in the sun, reading your assigned reading books together and laughing over how dumb you guys thought the plot was.

“seriously, this guy is so lame. he just mopes around and smokes cigarettes all day. dude’s gonna have lung problems” ami rolled her eyes at a certain line of the book.

you giggled and opened your mouth to say something to agree. until a volleyball came flying at you full speed. your eyes widened and you just froze. you two were aware rintarou and some of his friends were playing a game of beach volleyball a few feet away.

you flinched and put your arms up quickly in defense, but never felt impact. you look up to see a teenage rintarou who dived to grab the ball before it hit you.

“you good?” he called your name to get your attention. you just nodded, hiding the flushed state of you face with your book. he made a comment on how he read it in english class last year and if you needed any help on the work, he had your back.

“go away, rin. she doesn’t need your c- average help” his sister retorted as he walked back to his friends. he turned his head to give a small chuckle. you never forgot his smile since then.

back in the present, he takes his eyes off his video for a moment to look back at you.

“my game replays. hey, come watch this and tell me if you think furuhashi fucked us over with this serve” he did a ‘come here’ motion. you were at his side within a moment.

you peered at the phone screen over his shoulder. his phone looked so small compared to his large hands. he replayed the video for you to watch. you focused on the teamate he pointed to and it looked like he did a purposefully bad set, aiming right at the opponents head.

“ouch. seemed like he had personal beef with number eight….” your face scrunched in the way the opponent immediently fell to the floor from such a powerful blow.

“yeah, dude let his emotions get the best of him and got the rest of us in trouble with the ref for it” he shuts his phone off, sighing.

“you have another game next week, right? ami wanted me to go check you guys out.” you grab your bottle from the counter.

taking another sip of water, a small droplet spills past your mouth, down your neck, and disapears into the curve of your breasts. you notice the way his eyes follow the bead of water.

his eyes meet yours. and before he can open his mouth, the microwave beeps loudly. he quickly gets up to take the food out with a quick curse, hoping the obnoxious beeping didn’t wake anyone up.

he takes the steaming plate out of the appliance. you notice he heated up some cold pizza you guys ordered earlier in the night.

your eyes go back to his broad shoulders and arms, down to his large veiny hands. he’d matured a lot more since you’d seen him last.

you caught yourself staring, starting to feel a little awkward. you suddenly start to get a little hot, despite what little clothes you wore. you step away to leave the kitchen. your thoughts ran rampet of his hands. you pictured them touching your hair, your arms, your-

“where are you going?” his eyes are only on you now, his arms leaning against the counter to look at you.

“i- um should probably get back to ami” you gulp.

“why? isn’t she asleep? come hangout with your real favorite suna” he smirks, taking a peice of the hot pizza into his mouth.

you roll your eyes and fake scoff.

“don’t let your sister hear you say that, she might believe it” you cross your arms, eyeing him.

he swallowed, wiping his mouth with a napkin and smiling.

“i mean, it’s the truth. isn’t it?” god he was so cocky today. but you loved it.

“and what makes you think that, rin?” you played along. you step a little closer, this time you lean your elbows on the counter facing him. accidentally giving him a front row view of your cleavage through your thin top.

you see the way his eyes drop to your tits. oh you had him.

“cause, you think i’m cuter” his eyes flicker back to your own. he shrugs casually, a smug smirk on his face. his food now forgotten in his mind. only thing he wanted now was you.

“sure, whatever you want to think.” you sarcastically remark back.

he laughs, circling the kitchen island so now you had nothing between you except about a foot of space.

“oh i don’t have to think it, pretty. i know it” shit, he was getting closer and your heart was only beating faster.

“you’re delusional, rintarou.” you aren’t laughing anymore, smile fading to a more serious demeanor. you were nervous and he could tell.

he smiles, running a calloused finger down your arm. it left a trail of fire down your skin and your breath hitched.

“is that why you’re always staring at me. you think i don’t notice?” his voice is lower now, quieter.

fuck. he knew.

“as if you don’t oogle at me whenever i’m in a swimsuit.” you refuse to look away from his gaze.

he lets out a small chuckle. it was hypnotizing.

“i ‘oogle’ you no matter what you wear” he admits, almost proudly.

you eyes widen for a moment. you try your best to hold it together. his hand played with the ends of your hair. you two had never stood this close before.

you felt the flimsy fabric of your panties start to dampen.

“what’s got you all quiet?” his hand moves from your soft locks to hold your chin, forcing you to look right at him.

“screw you, rin” you retort, flustered. he snorts.

“you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” his face only got closer to yours.

you guys were so close, you had forgotten you weren’t the only two in the house.

“in your dreams-“ you start.

“knock that shit off. admit you want this as bad as i do” he says your name. your faces were now inches apart. his eyebrows furrowed and he just looked so attractive. he was studying your expressions, his eyes never leaving your face.

“rin i-“ you start again. this time his lips hover over yours, ghosting over your own.

“tell me to stop and i’ll go back up to my room and we will never speak of this again.” his hand moves to cup your cheek, his forhead resting on your, giving you a chance to pull away.

but you didn’t want to pull away and he didn’t either.

finally, after what seemed like years of tension, you snapped. going up on your tipy toes to crash your lips on his.

his hands immediately draw to your waist, holding you as close as possible while your hands wrap in his soft dark brown locks.

years of unresolved feelings and tension all poured into one heated kiss.

his hands gripping your waist moves down to your hips, he turns you so your rear is against the counter. how convinient his hips are the perfect height for the kitchen island.

you let out a soft gasp as he bites your bottom lip, he smirks and gently prods his tounge into your mouth, seeking permission first. you lean your head back to let him kiss you deeper.

he was fully addicted to your lips.

he pats your hip and you take it as a sign to hop on the marble counter, he helps you jump up. he slots himself inbetween your thighs, your lips never pulling apart.

“fuck. i can’t believe i haven’t tasted you sooner” he says in between kisses. you giggle at the way he refuses to pull apart from you.

he just grips your waist tighter, his cold hands slipping under the fabric of your tank top. you gasp as he reaches for your bare tits, lifting the fabric to rest above your breasts. you never wore a bra around him. and of course he always noticed.

he gave your perky tits a firm squeeze, you mewl into his mouth as he gently pinches your hardened nipples. his cold fingers adding an extra chill.

rintarou’s hips press gently into yours. you could feel his erection through his pants. you grip his hair tighter at the feeling of his clothed member rubbing against your clothed clit.

you unlatch a hand from his hair and bring it straight to his hardness. he hisses as you rub him through the pants. he could feel a small wet patch forming in his boxers.

“shit, take these off” he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of your sleep shorts, you lift you hips for him to shimmy them down your legs, you didn’t even notice where he put them. you didn’t really care.

you were left in your little lace panties. he gave a lopsided smile at how prepared you were. it was like you knew he was gonna fuck you tonight. or maybe you wore these all the time around him, just waiting.

“this wet already?” he sucks in a breath, running a finger over the growing wet patch on your panties. you just nod and focus your gaze on his long fingers. you wanted them so bad.

“rin, please” you grab at his hand that was teasingly brushing over your clothed clit.

“stop teasing” you pout at him. he looks up at you and gives you another kiss.

“you’re too cute not to tease.” he pulls away and pulls your underwear to the side, spreading your legs more. he curses at the sight of your glistening pussy, knowing it was all for him.

he runs a long finger down your folds, causing your grip on his wrist to tighten.

“so worked up, aren’t you? no one ever touch you like this before?” he asks, continuing his motions up and down.

“n-no rin, just you.” you breathily admit, a bit emberassed. it was the truth though, he was the only one you really wanted over the years.

he lets out another curse at the thought of being the first guy to touch you in this way. he was straining against his boxers, his loose sweatpants suddenly feeling so tight on his hips.

“tell me if it hurts and i’ll stop, okay?” he looks you in the eye, serious. you just nod.

“wanna hear you say it, baby” he pulls his hand away from your cunt.

“yes rin, i swear” you assure, shimmying to the edge of the counter to be closer to him.

he smiles, giving you a peck on the forehead before prodding his middle finger into your tight hole, spreading your wetness to make sure you were ready.

he slowly enters you and you grip onto his shoulders for dear life. he gives a few slow experimental pumps of his finger before you were asking for more.

“this ok?” he whispers in you ear, kissing your neck.

“god yes. more please” you plead in a quiet tone, trying your best to keep silent.

he chuckles and adds his ring finger. just two was enough to stretch you out. it was a delicious pain of his large digits splitting you open. you couldn’t even imagine how good his cock would feel.

you bite your knuckles to muffle the sounds of pleasure you were making. but nothing could cover the wet noises coming from him finger fucking your pussy.

his wrist started to ache, but it was worth it to see the way you were taking it so well. he curled his fingers, doing a ‘come here’ motion inside of you. you let out a muffled curse as your legs started to shake.

he kept pumping and curling his fingers over and over. his long thick fingers reached places your little hands just couldn’t.

“i think i’m-“ you cut yourself off with a soft moan, still trying to be quiet.

he just kisses you through your orgasm, groaning into your own mouth. your pussy squeezes around his fingers and he swallows up all your noises. he imagines how you’d feel squeezing his cock like this, while his other hand groping your tit, pinching your nipple. you arch into him and pull away from his lips to breathe.

you pant and look at him, face completley flushed, he slowly removes his fingers. his hand was coated in your cum. he gives your chest a few small kisses, accidentally leaving faint marks on the skin. not an accident at all.

he was panting too. you looked at him, curiously. your eyes go down to his pants. there was an obvious wet stain in the front.

“did you….” your eyes go wide as he flushes with emberassment.

“m’sorry you were just so fucking hot i couldn’t-“ he starts, but you cut him off with your lips. you were immediately aroused again, but this time the only thing that could satisfy you was his cock.

you paw at his sweats, shaky fingers clumsily trying to untie the drawstring. he grips the back of your neck with one hand while the other helps take off his pants. he starts to stroke himself until he’s hard again, still recovering from blowing his load in his pants.

you swat his hand and give his cock long strokes. you finally get a good view of it. he wasn’t small by any means, but not obnoxiously large. it was a delicious size that made your mouth go dry. there was a certain blue vein that ran down from his tip, your finger running over it, making him hiss.

he noticed you staring and encourages you to continue, his thumbs rubbing your thighs in comfort.

you swipe your thumb over his slit making him shiver like a small dog. his tip was so sensitive. you move to try and hop off the counter to get on your knees, but he stopped you, gripping your hips.

“if you do that i won’t be able to last.” he pets your hip sensually. you pout.

“don’t give me that look. next time, i promise” he pecks your lips and your heart flutters. so there will be a next time.

his head rests on your shoulder as you continue to stroke up, switching from pumping it to teasing his tip. he stopped you once his hips started to sputter. he was like putty in your hands at this point.

“p-please” he says your name, panting.

“i need to be inside you. i need to feel you so bad, baby please” he begs, kissing your neck, leaving darker marks in his wake.

you whine at his words, using your legs to wrap around his hips, his cock sitting right above your needy cunt.

“fuck me already, rin” you give his cock a few more pumps before lining him up with your wanting hole.

he does as yous say, slowly pushing in, his mouth gaping wide and his head falls back once he’s fully inside of you.

now your head rests on his chest as you encourage him to move. he slowly pulls out then back in with a powerful thrust. you bite his shoulder to keep from screaming out. surley leaving a mark.

“ohmygod rin” you can’t help but chant out his name as his thrusts quicken. you were praying ami was still asleep or she would totally hear the sounds of his hips slapping into yours.

“shh. gotta be quiet, kay? don’t want your friend to hear you getting fucked by her big brother do you?” he clasped a hand over your mouth, you unconsciously squeezed him tighter. your eyes screwed shut tight.

“fuck. you’d probably like that wouldn’t you? want everyone to see how badly you want my dick?” he groans in a hushed tone, his thrusts getting deeper and deeper. he was loosing control.

he gripped onto your hips to stabilize his pace. you guys never broke eye contact as your mouth hung open silently, trying so hard to keep quiet. he smiles at how fucked out you already looked.

“rinnn” you whine.

“m’right here, pretty” he kisses you once again. one of your hands takes purchase in his (now) messy hair, the other one gripping onto his strong arm. you were sure you were clawing into him with your nails, but he didn’t seem to mind.

you were getting close already. he moaned into your mouth as you tightened around his cock. he fed you simple praises from his pretty mouth, encouraging you to cum.

your thighs tightened around his hips, wanting him to be even closer, if that was even possible.

“i got you, baby. let go” he whispers inbetween kisses.

he bites your lip as you cum on his cock, squeezing him in every possible way. you whine into his mouth, the kiss now turned so messy a bit of drool fell from your mouth.

he fucked you through your orgasm as you shake in his hold, he was holding back his own until you were satisfied. you started to mewl from the overstimulation of his veiny cock pounding into you.

he pulls out, pumping himself until he finishes on your thigh, letting out a hushed moan of your name from his lips, making you squeeze around nothing. both of you breathing heavily.

after you both cool down from your highs, he looks at you, full of admiration.

“you did amazing” he kisses your cheek.

once your mind fog clears, the realization hits you. you just fucked your childhood crush, your bestfriends brother. a part of you feels a little guilty, but the other part of you wants nothing more than to do it again.

he notices your hesitation, placing a gentle hand on your hair so soothe it down.

“hey, you okay?” he asks. you didn’t even notice when he had pulled his pants back up, or when he put your top back in place over your tits.

you give him a soft smile.

“i’m okay” you assure him.

“good” he smiles back, he grabs a nearby kitchen cloth and wipes off his spend from your thigh.

“gross, rin. people use that towel” you scold.

he just shrugs “i’ll throw it in the wash”

you both knew in your heads you couldn’t tell anyone about this.

it was your little secret.

suddenly, rintarou’s phone lights up from across the counter. he puts your panties back in place, grabbing your sleep shorts and putting your legs through them so you could put them back on. he snatches his phone for you both to see.

‘WEATHER WARNING: all schools in the area shut down for another two weeks’ the notification read.

your eyes widen. looks like you’d be staying at the suna’s house for a lot longer than you thought.

the next morning

“ouch, looks like your girl maimed you” ami laughs over her waffles. you sit next to her, pouring the syrup over your own. rin almost chokes on his food and your head snaps up.

“what?” he says with a mouthful of bacon. ami points to the scratches on his arm and the literal bite mark on his shoulder. your eyes go wide. you made sure to wear a hoodie to cover your own marks.

“aww rin hooked up with a wolf!” you add, trying not to raise suspicion. he squints his eyes at you, swallowing his food.

at least he had the decency to wipe down the counter before we ate.

“something like that” you eye eachother before turning back to your breakfast.

this was gonna be a long stay.

masterlist

a/n: i kinda wanna make this a mini series lollll lmk of you’d like a pt.2 (this is highkey ooc but idc!!! its fanfiction!!!! i love my fake man fr)

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[natriae]

DILF! Atsumu who meets you at his brother's Onigiri shop

DILF! Atsumu who comes in early to help with the ingredient shipment from kita to show of his muscles

DILF! Atsumu who makes constant sexual innuendos

DILF! Atsumu who brings you gifts everyday you come into work

DILF! Atsumu who tells you everyday while you prepare onigiri to quit and for you to live with him

DILF! Atsumu who on a particular bad day asked you to run away with him and you did

DILF! Atsumu who wears a swim trunks with a 3" inseam at the beach with you to show off his thighs

DILF! Atsumu who begs you to take off your cover up and show him the pretty bikini you wore under it

DILF! Atsumu who shocks you by telling you him and osamu are turning 47 this year

DILF! Atsumu who jokingly asks you to give him a show in your skimpy bikini

DILF! Atsumu who stayed sat and quiet during your lap dance once the two of you got back to the hotel

DILF! Atsumu who was stuffing hundreds in the tiny strings of the bikini for you

DILF! Atsumu who asks through his thick accent for you to marry him with a love stuck look in his eyes

DILF! Atsumu who got super excited like his highschool self when you said maybe you would let him marry you after your graduate college

DILF! Atsumu takes you on surpise trips with gift bags full of designer bags and expensive lingerie

DILF! Atsumu who you didn't let fuck you till after you graduated college just to tease him

DILF! Atsumu who spent the whole night just pleasing you not giving a flying fuck abt his hard on

DILF! Atsumu loves seeing you in white

DILF! Atsumu who had to pay his brother to not make you uncomfortable by asking abt your relationship at work

DILF! Atsumu who told osamu's kids to call you aunt y/n

DILF! Atsumu who had a soft spot of you and opened up about his dreams of always having children

DILF! Atsumu who finally got to put his dick in you on his 48th birthday and came like a virgin

DILF! Atsumu who models with you for magazines with your face hidden from the public

DILF! Atsumu who lets you and your best girl friend fuck as long as he gets to watch

DILF! Atsumu who got to hold his set of twins when he turned 49

DILF! Atsumu who purposefully wears tight t-shirts while playing with the kids so you see him as daddy and not just a dad

DILF! Atsumu with a super high libdo and accidentally gets you pregnant again

DILF! Atsumu who doesn't let you sleep in a separate bed even when you mad cuz he's absolutely smittin for you

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[yenqa]

firsts

synopsis — sakusa and you have never had a conversation, and honestly you’re terrified of the man. but one conversation turns out to be many more of your firsts with sakusa.

warnings — reader is scared of men LMFAO, not really any

pairing — sakusa x implied fem!reader

wordcount — 710

a/n — happy birthday to himm! also my first hq post in a while OOPS also not proofread sorry!

You’ve never really talked to Sakusa.

You had been the manager of the volleyball team since your first year–and you had known him since then, but for some reason, you haven’t talked to him unless it’s volleyball related.

In fact–you don’t think you’ve ever had a conversation with him. But there's a first for everything, right?

Itachiyama has made it to nationals (not like it’s a surprise), and everyone has just arrived. The room continues to fill with people you don’t know, so you decide it’s best to stick with your team so you don’t get lost.

Well apparently that was a horrible idea to everyone else. Because you’ve lost everyone but Sakusa. 

And you’re terrified. Surrounded in a room full of men you don’t know sounded like your worst nightmare, and you were living it currently.

Frantically scanning the room for anyone that’s not Sakusa, you somehow can’t spot any of the familiar bright yellow and green jackets your team is wearing.

Everyone knows that Sakusa doesn’t like to be bothered. But when you make eye contact with him, you change your expression to a way where he understands you’re pleading for help.

And he nods once.

Your mouth breaks out into a smile, and you shimmy your way to the crowd. Letting out a sigh of relief–you lean on the wall for support, muttering a small thank you to Sakusa. 

You don’t expect him to say anything back, but you can hear his muffled voice say, “You okay?”

Tilting your head slightly up to make eye contact with him, you smile as you say, “Yeah–I’m fine. Are you nervous?”

You’re not sure why you ask the question, he probably doesn’t want to be bothered. I mean–you were still kind of shocked that he let you even be near him.

“Not really. Are you?”

You’re even more shocked when he continues the conversation. You’d expect he’d be the most rude person if he didn’t want to talk. “I-uhm I am a little bit. But we’re exempt from playing today right?”

Yeah–this definitely is the first and last conversation you’ll ever have with him.

He nods.

Then it’s silent.

Surprisingly, the silence isn't the most awkward thing you’ve experienced. It feels as if you’re just two people co-existing.

You watch as everyone excitedly hugs each other or glares at their next opponent. One person even tries to rile up the other, eliciting a small chuckle from you.

From the corner of your eye you can tell he’s curious, but he hasn’t said anything yet. This time, you take initiative to point at the players, also describing the jacket colors.

And you swear you can hear him laugh.

Not a full–hearty laugh obviously, but a small chuckle. A quiet one that you don’t even notice. But it’s definitely the first time you’ve heard him do anything resembling a laugh.

“You laughed.” You blurt out, before you even realize. 

He furrows his brows, “I did.”

Your eyes widen, “Sorry–oh my gosh, it’s just the first time I’ve heard your laugh before, Sakusa-san. I swear I didn’t mean it like that–you just have a nice laugh–”

And now he’s actually laughing–like not even hard to hear.

He’s laughing, he’s hunched over, shaking and clutching his stomach. You don’t think you’ve ever felt more mortified in your life.

“It wasn’t that funny was it?” You ask, a frown on your face.

Sakusa catches his breath, “Funnier than any of the jokes Komori tries to make.”

“There wasn’t even a joke! And I happen to like the jokes he makes!”

“Only if you’re sick in the head.”

You scoff at his remark, “Wow, Sakusa-san, you’re very hard to please.”

“Kiyoomi.”

“Another complaint?” You tease, trying to play dumb at what he’s trying to imply. 

“Call me Kiyoomi.”

You can feel heat rush to your cheeks, you tuck your hair back behind your ear and mutter, “Okay, Kiyoomi.”

And even though he’s wearing a white mask, you swear you can see his eyes crinkle and you can assume the corners of his mouth turn up ever so slightly. 

You’ve had many firsts with Sakusa today. This is the first time you’ve seen him smile–just maybe next time he’ll do it while his face is fully shown.

yenqa © please do not copy, steal or translate.

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[chosovixen]

NSFW!!

never tease ushijima. he thinks you’re just super horny, and you need someone to fuck you good and proper.

it starts with subtle pants on his thigh, cute winks, and the batting of your lashes. next thing you know he’s pulling you into the nearest bathroom and pulling your panties down to your ankles. 

pussy now on display, he gawks at the way your hole glistens with your arousal. he gives it one long lick from clit to hole and then swirls his tongue as he begins to prod at your sex.

tits pressed against the mirror, one leg propped on top the sink, you’re a moaning mess. you were practically begging for him to fuck you, so he happily made your fantasy come true. 

he stands up slowly and looks at your nearly fucked out expression through the mirror, and smiles. ushijima bends down and places a soft kiss on your ass before lining the tip with your entrance. you shudder at the motion and try to adjust yourself against the sink, but you jerk forward as he pushes his whole length inside with no warning.

the bathroom fills with lewd sounds of skin slapping and slutty moans. ushijima hips start to stammer, and you can feel his cock twitch deep inside you. he whines and huffs as his hips still, cum spilling inside your sore cunt. he rests his head on your back, still inside you, and you feel his cum starting to drip down your thigh. 

he insists on cleaning up, but you pull your panties up, trapping the cum there, and flash him an innocent smile before making your way out of the bathroom. 

ushijima loves a good tease.

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[rinsaint]

What are your thoughts on Suna x reader who wears a purity ring and everyone makes fun of them for it until the walk into class one day and see that they are not wearing and they only get they answer as to why is when Suna asks reader to meet him in the school gyms locker room

suna definitely is the type to make fun of reader for being the innocent christian girl. He would tease and bully you every day just to get a rise out of you. He would never miss up the chance to rile you up and watch you get flustered.

so when your math teacher told you that you would have to tutor suna rintarou, it made you slightly annoyed but nonetheless, you still obliged.

even if you would never admit it, there was some tension between you and suna. His constant flirtatious act towards you made butterflies swarm in your stomach. But you couldn’t do anything about it, your family didn’t want you to be with someone until you got married.

not like you had a chance with him anyways.

or so you thought, you’d never thought you find yourself on your bed as suna rintarou’s hands roamed your body. He squeezed the sides of your hips and you let out a whimper as he starts leaving kisses on your neck.

was this really happening?

You could have ever imagined that something like this was going to happen. Being in a christian family, you had made a purity pact with your mom and dad, the ring on your finger being a proof of that. But suna is too intoxicating, the way he treats you, the way he lets his flirty comments slip pass his mouth, the way he smirks everytime you stutter out a response from his teasing, the way his rings fit on his fingers and how he knowingly knows what to say to fluster you up, is all too much. But you liked it.

You let your head fall back as his fingers starts to rub circles on your clothe clit, “mm i wonder how your family would react if they saw their little angel spreading her legs right now.”

“S-suna-“

“Call me rin, yea?”

You made eye contact with him as his finger pulled your panties aside, teasing your hole, he slips two fingers in slowly, watching as you arch against him. His fingers pumped in and out of you, you gripped the back of his hair as he left noticeable marks on your neck. Suna felt you clench around him and he sped up his pace.

“rin.. i-i think m’close” you whined, you could feel sunas smirk that always has you weak in the knees against your neck.

“well cum for me then pretty.”

your toes curled and your vision was blurred and went white as you blissfully came around rins thick fingers. You gripped onto his fingers and felt his movement when he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, overstimulating you.

“r-rin i cant please.”

“yes you can angel, and you will, give me one more yeah?”

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[teamatsumu]

kinktober 2023 -> day 22

knot - miya osamu x reader

word count: 1988

warnings: alpha!osamu and omega!reader, a/b/o dynamics, swearing, knotting, mentions of heat and rut

kinktober masterlist

You knew you would regret this. God, the amount of stupidity that was going into your decision right now would make you hurl later. But right now, you could give less of a shit.

It was with teary eyes and choppy, difficult breaths that you messaged Osamu. SOS. Come over ASAP. Your fingers trembled as you typed, and your vision was a mess, swimming, things going in and out of focus. Once you had sent the message, you dropped your phone somewhere out of sight, flopping back onto the bed, your sheets damp with sweat.

It was Day 6 of your heat, and even though normally things would start calming down by now, you were nowhere close to that. Instead of slowly cleaning up, like you often did during this time, you were still motionless on your bed, breathing hard and heavy, sweaty all over, and core clenching so painfully it made you cry fresh tears every few minutes. You had finally accepted that no amount of warm water bottles or silicone dildos could get you through this. Your body was craving an Alpha’s knot. And your heat was too stubborn to go down without it.

Hence the text to Osamu.

Osamu had been your friend for a few years now, ever since he opened his first ever branch of Onigiri Miya. Your personalities had gelled extremely well, so it was no wonder that you both made room for each other in your lives. Osamu was someone you trusted completely. He was kind, very caring, very perceptive, and very protective. He was the perfect Alpha, and of course, your little Omega heart had fallen head over heels for him. You were convinced however, that he didn’t feel the same for you. Osamu didn’t seem interested in courting at all, with anyone. He had briefly mentioned to you how focused he was on expanding his business, so you were sure he had no desire to be tied down with a mate at the moment. And so, your feelings remained boxed up, grateful to be part of his life in any way, even if it was platonic.

But biology could not be ignored. Even if you had gaslit yourself into believing you were fine being his friend, the Omega in you craved him. Desperately. Ardently. So no wonder you were still here, still in the very depth of your heat, with no signs of it stopping anytime soon. No wonder your Omega had taken over, mind blanking as you texted Osamu to come to you. You had lost to your Omega in your vulnerable condition, and you had beckoned the Alpha to you. Now you lay there, anxious, not knowing what you would do. All you knew was that you wanted him so bad you would do anything to get him.

The banging on your door startled you, and you heard Osamu’s muffled voice call out your name. With the last remnants of your strength, you stumbled out of your room and to the front door, clad in nothing but your tiniest shorts and skimpy crop top. The banging continued, even as your shaky hands unlocked and unchained the door. When you pulled it open, you nearly crumbled.

Your bloodshot eyes met Osamu’s calm, gray ones, his hand held up mid-knock. You saw the exact moment your scent hit him, his face scrunching and entire body stiffening, eyes widening in realization.

“You’re- you… Y/N, you-” His hand shot up to cover his nose, taking a step back. You abruptly shot forward, hand fisting the front of his shirt so he wouldn’t go any farther, tugging so hard that he stumbled towards you. You took advantage of that and pulled him further inside, shutting the door behind him and locking it.

Osamu groaned behind you, and you turned in time to see his eyes wandering over your almost bare body, your clothes leaving nothing to the imagination. His chest heaved, and a faint sheen of sweat was already forming around his hairline.

“Y-ya need to let me leave.” His voice was low, words muffled behind his hand. You almost moaned at the sound.

“Can’t.” You choked out, eyelids fluttering as you took in great big breaths of air, reveling in his wonderful scent, which was heightened by your sensitive nose. You stepped closer to him, knees buckling. He immediately stepped back. You whined in protest.

“Ya don’t want this.” He continued to reason. “Yer in heat. Yer not thinking straight.”

You shook your head furiously. “Always- always wanted you, Alpha.” You breathed. “Wanted you for so long. But you,” your lower lip wobbled. “You didn’t want me.”

Osamu’s eyebrows shot up, eyes widening in shock. He remained frozen in place as you moved closer to him, until you were right before him, standing on your tiptoes to nose at his neck, right on top of his scent gland. You heard him release a shaky exhale, hand dropping from his mouth as he finally breathed in your scent.

“Fuck.” His voice was strained, not protesting or stopping you as you moved forward, body pressing to his. Your tongue lapped over his neck, scenting him with fervor now that he wasn’t stopping you, and the Omega in you purred in satisfaction when your scent started mixing with his. And he was letting you.

“Omega…” His protest was weak, hands already brushing over your bare sides, fingers flexing as if he was holding himself back. So you decided to give him one final push.

“Why do you think my heat won’t go down?” You mumbled into his neck. “My Omega needs you, ‘Samu. Needs your knot. Give it to me, Alpha. Need it so bad.”

That’s all it took.

Osamu bent his head until his lips met yours, hard and rough. You keened into his mouth, one hand reaching up to tangle tightly in his hair while the other fisted his shirt to pull him even closer. Osamu’s hands were running wild over you, your waist, your hips, running down your back until they squeezed your ass. You arched into him, sighing when his fingers brushed over your clothed slit, groaning low.

“Yer soaking.” He whispered, voice low and thick with want. He pushed the crotch of your shorts aside, immediately shoving two long, thick fingers inside you. You cried out at the feeling, clenching desperately around him.

“What’d ya use?” He asked, his other hand gripping so tight at your waist it almost hurt. “Dildo? Vibrator? Tell me. What’d ya stuff this weepin’ cunt of yers with?”

You moaned at how filthy he sounded, at how prominent his accent got when he was turned on. You mumbled your answer into his neck, clinging to him as you ground your hips down on his fingers, trying to prolong the relief his fingers brought. He chuckled.

“Dirty little ‘Mega. Ya want me this bad? Look at ya, yer drippin’ down my whole hand.”

Your knees buckled again, and this time Osamu didn’t stop you. Instead, he lowered himself along with you, until you were sprawled right there, on the floor of your living room, legs spread and welcoming Osamu as he fit snugly there, his tongue running wildly over your entire neck, nosing at your scent gland. His throbbing erection pushed into your thigh, his fingers still working into you at a leisurely pace. You whined.

“Alpha, please.” You choked out, pleading with him through teary eyes. “Please.”

Osamu pulled away from your neck to look down at you, and you noticed how flushed he was. His hair was a mess, face red and eyes wild. His lips were swollen and bruised, and through his open mouth, you could see the faint beginnings of his canines. They were elongating. Your eyes widened.

Was your heat triggering Osamu’s rut?

You didn’t have it in you to think about it further because Osamu was sitting up, undressing quickly and doing the same to you until you were both bare before each other. You moaned at the sight of his cock, hard and throbbing, flushed to an angry maroon shade. The base was already a little swollen and your mouth watered at the sight. Your Omega keened. There it was. His knot. And you needed it inside you now.

Osamu seemed to be on the same page, because moments later he was pushing into you, taking advantage of the copious amounts of slick you were producing to slide straight in, groaning loud when his hips met yours, buried into you to the hilt. Your jaw went slack, immediately feeling your body temperature go down and the pain in your core settle slightly. Your Omega preened and settled, finally getting what it so desperately craved. Your Alpha on top of you, stuffing you full of his cock, the promise of getting his knot soon.

(Of course, he wasn’t your Alpha. You were pointedly ignoring that fact.)

Osamu was quick to set a punishing, fast pace, ramming his cock into your wet hole with all his might. You gasped and shook under him, eyes rolling up in your head at the feeling. It felt divine, after days and days of wanting exactly this, finally having it felt like an out of body experience. Your cunt was fluttering in delight, so happy to get what you wanted, and you felt your whole body sing at the feeling. You watched as Osamu smirked a little, smelling the shift in your scent.

“Feel good?” The question was rhetorical. How you were feeling was written all over your face, evident in the way your scent sweetened. Yet you still furiously nodded.

“So good, Alpha.” You whined, arching up off the floor, your breasts bouncing with each harsh thrust. “Fuck. Wanted this so bad. Wanted your cock in me for so long. God, need your knot. Please. Please.”

Osamu groaned, broken and shaky, cursing under his breath as he lifted your legs up to your chest, pressing down until you were folded into a mating press, his pace becoming even more rough and sloppy. You cried out at the feeling, eyes widening at how suddenly his demeanor had changed. You eyed Osamu curiously through your wet eyes, watched the gold specks appear in his eyes, watched his canines elongate until they were reaching below his bottom lip.

Osamu had just started his rut.

Your back arched up as your orgasm hit you full force, legs kicking and flailing as much as they could in Osamu’s bruising grip, feeling wave after wave of electricity zip through you. Osamu’s cock was swelling rapidly at the base, indicating how close he was to finishing too, the size of it catching on your abused hole with every thrust until he was moaning loud, pressing forward with force to make sure he could bully the knot into you. You cried out at the stretch, gasping when Osamu stilled and his cum started pouring into your cunt. He twitched and shook above you, riding out his orgasm as you ran a hand over his back, coaxing him through it.

All was silent except your heaving breaths. Osamu slowly lowered your legs until they were wrapped around his waist, knot still snug inside you. You sighed and wrapped your arms over his broad shoulders, eyelids fluttering shut. He carefully nosed at your neck.

“Feel better?” He asked, voice hoarse. You hummed and nodded in reply.

“What about you? I think I triggered your rut.” You looked down at him sheepishly, eyeing the sharp canines now prominent against his lips, and Osamu sighed, mouth twitching up into a smile.

“Ya did.” He relaxed into you even more, cock shifting inside you slightly. “Can’t say I’m mad about that. It was totally worth it.”

You giggled, leaning your cheek against Osamu’s hair as you both waited for his knot to go down.

“For what it’s worth, Y/N, I’ve always wanted ya too.”

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[sugarlywhispers]

i.hajime + gf makes him do something cute

☆— fem reader, crack, fluff

☆— a/n; this is a repost. i think i posted last time at the same time with the nishinoya drabble, can't remember if it was a request though.😊

“I bet you my favorite lunch that you can’t make Iwa-chan do something cute,” Oikawa said daringly, sitting next to you on the bench you were observing your boyfriend and his volleyball team train.

You looked at him, amused by his childish behaviour, “Why would I want your favorite lunch?”

“Y/N, come one, don’t be such a boring grown up like Iwa-chan…” He whined, but then he smiled devilishly, “Or is it that you know you're gonna lose, so you don’t want to try? Ah, I can’t blame you for that. If I knew I was going to lose, I wouldn’t accept any dare either. Smart girl,” he sat there, with his head held high as if he had won the best prize ever.

Ugh, you hated him.

You wouldn’t normally follow him or any idea he had, simply because you knew it made Hajime explode with annoyance–especially if Oikawa was responsible. But you felt kind of adventurous that day, so why not give it a try?

“Fine, diva, I accept your bet,” you said sitting two spots away from him, where you looked directly at where your boyfriend, Iwaizumi Hajime, was standing waiting for a ball.

You ignored the whining and protesting Oikawa did when you called him ‘diva’, smiling proud of yourself internally for upsetting him.

Oikawa crossed his arms over his chest offended and watched as you extended your arm, your thumb and index finger connected, making an ‘o’ shape. He frowned, confused at what you were doing. Then you smiled cutely and whistled in Iwa-chan’s direction.

He saw how his former teammate turned to his girlfriend–obviously having recognized her style of whistling, and rolled his eyes at her action, but instantly jogged to where she was and surprised every single person in that gym who paid attention to the couple.

You smiled when your boyfriend approached you, a light blush that most would blame it on the heavy training he was doing, but you knew your boyfriend; he was kind of embarrassed by what he was about to do. Yet he didn’t care what people could say; you were his priority and he always did everything for you–mostly in private, but he had said that he didn’t mind doing cute things in public either. Not with you.

From the little ‘o’ shape your fingers were making, you watched with a smile your boyfriend come closer to you, until he kneeled in front of you and you laughed when his nose booped through the circle, before his lips did. You bent closer and pecked his lips cutely. A lot of “aww”s were heard around, but Hajime just smiled proud of himself while he jogged back to his previous position to keep training.

Your head turned to Oikawa, who had his eyes opened wide and jaw dropped to the floor. You regretted not having a camera rolling to capture that image.

“Are you sure you follow your own advice of not making bets you’re going to lose, Tooru-senpai?” He grumbled at you because he knew you were just mocking him, before jogging in Hajime's direction and complaining how he wasn’t that cute with him.

You smiled amused; sometimes, you wondered if you had a relationship with two guys, and not just one, because Oikawa was definitely always there, in the middle of you and Iwaizumi. And neither Iwaizumi nor you actually cared that much to actually feel annoyed by that fact.

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[tiza0925]

A New Skirt | 18+

Warnings/Tags: NSFW, explicit sexual content, alternate universe, female/AFAB reader, teasing, multiple orgasms, lap sex, hints of a breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampie, SET IN THE FUTURE WHERE ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED-UP AND OVER 18

Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Female Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You turn to the side, bending one knee, to take one last look at yourself through the tall mirror that sits in your bedroom. 

And your chest falls with a small exhale of satisfaction as you focus on the way your skirt is just long enough to tease your ass, how your shirt hugs your waist oh so perfectly and makes it so damn obvious you’re not wearing a bra—

And a small smile forms at the thought of showing Bokuto your new outfit. 

The door creaks as you open it, and when you walk down the hall and into the living room—you see Bokuto getting settled into the couch, turning on the TV to find a movie for you two to watch. 

“You ready?” You hear Bokuto call for you, his attention on the screen as he sorts through the different movie titles to play, and you hum as you walk to where he’s sitting—your lower lip gets pinched under your top teeth as you walk around the couch to stand in front of him. 

And the moment Bokuto’s head lifts to look at you—

Your heart thunders in your ears, and you feel flushed all over your body as his eyes gradually widen—scanning every inch of your body like he’s trying to commit the image to memory. 

You swallow hard, feeling exposed, as Bokuto wets his lips, and his eyes remain focused on your skirt where your thighs are rubbing together. “You got a new skirt?” 

His voice sounds so rough like he’s already affected by this, that it causes a small shiver runs up your chest as you inhale a small breath, nodding with your hands behind your back. “Went shopping while you were at work.” 

“Yeah?” Bokuto seems amused by that as the side of his face lifts with a tiny smirk, and his lids lower as he leans back onto the couch—lifting his hips as he spreads his legs apart. 

Then he tilts his head. “It’s a pretty skirt.” 

You barely manage to suppress a grin as you purse your lips. “So you like it?” 

Bokuto hums, the TV forgotten as he sets the remote aside, and he motions with his fingers to ‘come here’. “I want to see it up close.” 

It’s the way he says it—with his voice low and eyes so murky with sudden desire—

It’s why you feel a jolt of heat sprout inside you as you close the distance between you, and Bokuto eagerly guides you to sit on his lap once he has his hands on you. 

“What made you want to buy this?” He asks as he makes you sit, legs spread by his thighs, and he runs his hands down the side of your thighs, spreading goosebumps with the heat of his hands. 

His hands that are so big that it can wrap around your thighs entirely. 

You shrug. “It looked nice.” 

A small lie. 

The real reason was solely for Boktuo—to get the reaction that you’re seeing right now from him. 

But he doesn’t need to know that. 

Bokuto hums and his hands wrap around your thighs as he slides them up and under your skirt, his thumbs teasing your covered cunt by a mere few inches. “Well, It looks really nice on you, sweetheart.” 

Your breath hitches at not only his words—but from the slight tease of one of his thumbs running over your covered slit—sliding it down from your clit to where your hole is. 

“I’m glad you like it,” Your voice is breathy, a little too preoccupied with the feeling of Bokuto’s thumb rubbing slow, small circles over your clothed clit, and your hands fly up to hold him by the neck. 

And Bokuto just smiles, all slow and syrupy, as he leans in closer to mouth at your chest covered by the thin fabric of your shirt. 

You can feel the heat and wetness of his mouth as he sucks on one of your tits—even if you’re wearing a shirt—and your core clenches when you feel him give your nipple an impolite bite to make it pebble up. 

He always knows how to make you melt almost instantly with just his fingers and mouth alone. 

His fingers aren’t even inside you and yet he’s already managed to get you soaking your panties as you moan, rolling your hips on his lap as he continues his torturous movement of his finger over your panties. 

“You can cum like this, can’t you?” He murmurs as he moves his head up to kiss the bend of your neck, and his finger teases your entrance by pushing your panties inside you for a moment, before sliding back up to rub your clit. “You’re so soaked, baby.” 

He continues to rub and tease your pussy over your panties until you’re moaning, feeling mindless, and your legs shake with a soft orgasm hitting almost instantly.

“Fuck—Ko—Oh, god—” 

“Let’s keep this skirt on, okay?” You hear him mutter as he slides down his sweatpants to let his cock bounce free. 

It slaps against your exposed thigh, causing your muscles to tense, and you whimper as he fists himself with a few strokes to get himself to fully erect. “Lift your hips for me, love.” 

And you immediately do as you’re told as you hold onto his shoulders for support, lifting each leg as Bokuto slides the rest of your panties off, and you gasp with a moan when you feel his thick cock slide between your pussy folds. 

His hands move to grip your hips, and he doesn’t fuck into you yet like you’re hoping he would. 

Instead, he guides you to rock on his lap, your pussy drooling all over the length of his dick as he slides them between your puffy slit, using your fluids as lube before he finally pushes the fat head inside you—

“Ko—!” You moan, low and sweet, and your fingers dig into his shoulders as he slowly pushes his hips up, making you take every inch of him, while his hands keep you in place. 

“Look at you,” He moves his head forward to capture your lips with his in one of the most gentle kisses he’s given you, all while holding you firmly to make you take his thick cock. “You’re so pretty like this, baby.” 

You whine from slight overstimulation—being torn between recovering from your first orgasm and feeling that liquid heat slowly beginning to grow in your belly again. 

But you let him fuck into you—feeling his dick all the way in your throat in the position you’re in—trying to kiss him back all while your senses explode and your pussy throbs because of him. 

“You think you can cum again for me?” 

You nod dazedly, not sure if you can, but—

But then you feel his thumb return to your clit—and god it’s so fucking sensitive and puffy—and he slowly rubs it while fucking into your tight pussy, making your eyes roll back and you gasp into his mouth.

“You’re so tight—shit—” Bokuto groans, moving to bury his head into the crook of your neck, and you feel hot air fan against your skin as he breathes heavily while he continues to rock into you languidly. “I just need one more from you, love.” 

You shudder, feeling that buzzing ache between your legs ready to combust any minute. 

“Then I can fill you up, okay?” He lifts his head, and your heart flips at the way he’s looking at you, and he kisses the side of your jaw, murmuring, “You just look so pretty in your skirt, baby, I can’t help it.” 

And hearing that pulls a small grin from you—

Because that’s the point. 

You wanted this reaction from him. 

And now you’re feeling just a bit more pleased that it worked out. 

“Please,” You moan, your fingers moving up to card through his hair, and Bokuto moans so deeply that you feel it against you. 

He uses whatever juices that gush out of your from his fucking as lube to rub your clit, and he picks up the pace—angling his hips in a way that he knows will have you seeing white shocks as he hits the right spot inside your walls. 

He fucks you while tonguing at the sensitive spot on the side of your neck, making you gasp out a sob as you hold onto him, and he sucks on your skin while groaning near your ear. 

It’s when he pushes his hips up and keeps it there, grinding his cock as deep as it can go inside you—making you feel every thick inch of him pulsing in your pussy—while he continues to thumb at your clit with practiced ease and skill—

That’s when your orgasm hits you, making you throb and cry out a moan as you hold onto Bokuto with all you’ve got—cumming over his cock as heat fills your cheeks and clit, spreading like wildfire and making everything so fucking hot around you. 

“Fuck—baby, just like that, I’m gonna cum inside you.” Bokuto’s moan is guttural, and his thrusts turn more demanding and selfish as he holds your waist with an iron grip, fucking your abused pussy and bouncing you on his cock like a limp rag doll. 

You feel electrified and boneless, all overstimulated and a puddle of honey—you don’t realize that Bokuto is filling you with his cum as he shakes and groans, your cunt taking it all in. 

And it’s within this moment—as Bokuto’s orgasm begins to cool down and you feel his dick twitching inside you as both of your fluids leak out between your thighs and onto him—

That you make a note to buy more skirts in the future. 

Perhaps to wear in public too to see what Bokuto will do. 

End.

Masterpost

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[pearlsephoni]

TsukkiYama Week, Day 6: Pining | Yearning | Longing

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: T

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Tsukkiyama (Tsukishima/Yamaguchi)

Characters: Kei Tsukishima, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Hitoka Yachi

Word Count: 2,804

Summary: The start of his final year of high school pushes Kei into finally being honest about what, or who, he wants.

A/N: Author’s notes can be read on AO3.

The words escaped him during a meet-up between himself, Yamaguchi, and Yachi. Yamaguchi was meeting with Takeda while Kei and Yachi waited in an empty classroom, the new captain apparently picking up some paperwork from their coach.

It was strange. Something about starting their third year, their final year of high school, filled Kei with a weird, panicky urgency. Not about his classes, or his college options, or the volleyball club, but about his feelings for Yamaguchi. The feelings that had been growing and changing for the worse part of five years, ever since they became best friends in middle school.

And now they were at the beginning of the end of high school, and the sight of Hinata and Kageyama sharing secret smiles and hooking pinkies before games filled Kei with wistfulness instead of exasperation or disgust. Which was…a little horrifying. He did not want to envy anything about those two, thank you very much.

But he did. He did envy them. He also would rather die than admit that to either of them, much less ask them for advice. Which left him with nowhere to turn to, except…

“Yachi-san.”

“Hm?” Yachi’s head jerked up to stare at him, all wide eyes and questioning brows. There was no judgment to be seen on her face — there never was — but Kei still felt like her gaze was a microscope he was trapped under for her perusal. She had become much less nervous since their first year, her anxiety still lingering but now joined by a quiet sense of observation and discernment that even Kei wasn’t sure he could match. “Is something wrong, Tsukishima?”

“Nothing’s wrong, just…I had a question.”

“Oh!” She straightened at that, setting her pencil down in favor of focusing completely on him. “What’s up?”

Kei didn’t set his pencil down. He just let it twirl between his fingers in what he hoped was the only sign of his nerves. “You…you were one of the first people who knew about Hinata and Kageyama, right?”

Yachi’s brows furrowed just a bit, no doubt surprised by his use of their real names and not just “those idiots.” “Yeah! I, um…I actually helped Hinata realize his feelings for Kageyama.”

Kei’s lips twisted, and he blurted, “Why’d you go and do that?”

A small laugh escaped Yachi, letting some of the confused concern on her face melt away, much to Kei’s quiet relief. “I didn’t mean to! It honestly was an accident, but I don’t regret it at all.”

Kei let out a soft huff of a laugh. “I’ll regret it for you. But that wasn’t my question.” He could feel heat crawling up his neck as his gaze dodged Yachi’s, fixing instead on the pencil that was picking up speed between his fingers. “How…how did those two start dating?”

Aaaaand the confusion was back on Yachi’s face. Shit. “What do you mean?”

“Just…somehow they liked each other, and somehow they figured that out, but how did they…I dunno, move forward from that?” His ears were feeling warm now, no thanks to the understanding that was slowly creeping over those kind features. Double shit. “It’s…forget it, it’s a stupid question.”

“It’s not stupid! I think it’s sweet that you’re curious!” Kei wasn’t sure that was any better, but he so rarely got to see her look so indignant that it felt worth it anyway. “But…the answer is honestly simple. Hinata just…confessed to Kageyama. I think it was after you all qualified for Nationals our first year? I wasn’t there for that conversation, of course, but when Hinata told me how it went, he said that he just…said how he felt, and Kageyama kissed him after he got over his surprise.” Yachi shrugged, a fond smile pulling at her lips. “The rest is history.”

Of course. Of course it was that simple. He shouldn’t have expected anything less from those idiots. Hinata couldn’t have overthought all the ways confessing could go wrong, because that would require him to have more than one volleyball-shaped brain cell rattling around in his head. And Kageyama was so socially stunted that of course his next course of action after finding out Hinata liked him was to kiss him.

His exasperation must’ve shown on his face, because Yachi’s fond smile became amused, though the knowing glint in her eye still lingered. “Why do you ask?”

“What?”

“Why are you asking about them? They’ve been dating for almost two years, but this is the first time you’ve acted curious about them.”

Usually Kei found Yachi’s intelligence, both academic and otherwise, to be a refreshing break from the simplemindedness of Hinata and Kageyama. But now it made his shoulders stiffen and his fingers itch to tug his headphones back over his ear. “I…I just can’t believe they figured their shit out so fast. And that they’re still together. It almost makes me think they have working brain cells for something besides volleyball.”

Yachi hummed in agreement. “They’re just honest with themselves, and with each other. I think…I think when you’re honest about your feelings, no one can really hold them against you. Maybe they won’t agree, but at least then you can start to work past that, instead of letting those feelings sort of…fester.” Kei’s eyes flickered from his spinning pencil to Yachi’s face, and he felt his heart sink at the open understanding lining her kind features. “And if they do agree, then you can start to build something wonderful out of it…right?”

This couldn’t be happening. Kei couldn’t be getting subtextual romantic advice from Yachi. It was too close to how Hinata had figured his shit out, and Kei would rather die than have their crushes be similar in any way, shape, or form.

And yet…Yachi was right. Of course she was. Kei couldn’t even think of anything to say that could deflect away from his feelings, because it was obvious that she’d already figured him out. And that was mortifying.

He didn’t end up needing to say anything. Just as the silence threatened to stretch a little too long, Yamaguchi — sweet, kind, awkward, hardworking, anxious Yamaguchi — came stumbling into the club room with two boxes stacked precariously in his arms. One was significantly smaller than the other, and it didn’t look like Yamaguchi really needed help with them, but Kei still jumped at the chance to leave the suddenly-vulnerable conversation. “Are you trying to kill yourself?” he scoffed as he took the smaller box, allowing Yamaguchi to better adjust the heavier box in his arms.

“Sorry, Tsukki,” he laughed a little breathlessly. “Takeda-sensei told me the new jackets just came in, and it looks like we’ll have enough for the new members!”

Kei finally thought to look down at the box he was holding. It was open, revealing a small stack of messily-filled in applications for the team. “These…these are all for…?”

“Yeah!” Yamaguchi looked both thrilled and a little terrified. “Yachi-san, there’s even an application from someone who wants to become the next manager!”

“Really?!” Yachi shot to her feet and peered into the box Kei held, their conversation seemingly forgotten. “Oh, that’s wonderful! I wasn’t sure how to go about finding a new manager.”

Kei was more than happy to let them chatter on about the applications and the logistics of having so many first years on the team. He had enough occupying his mind already.

He tried to quiet his racing thoughts for the rest of the day, tried to focus on going through the motions of wrapping up the meeting, packing up his things, and making his way home with Yamaguchi to get some studying done. He even managed to get some assignments done, though it was only because Yamaguchi had sprawled across the floor while Kei was perched on his bed. Their positions allowed him to not face him directly and be constantly distracted by the uncharacteristic seriousness that fell over Yamaguchi’s face whenever he was especially focused.

Not that he wasn’t still distracted by the sound of Yamaguchi’s laughter whenever he made a dry joke, or him humming along to the soft music they were playing, or the sight of his smile. But, well. At least it wasn’t constant. And yes, he felt wretched with his feelings for his best friend, but he also felt safe, and comfortable, and familiar. It was like a bubble of comfort that he only ever got to be in with Yamaguchi.

That bubble popped when Yamaguchi glanced at his phone and gasped. “Woah, it’s later than I thought. I gotta go, Tsukki!”

“Wha— oh, right. Do you want to stay for dinner?”

Yamaguchi shocked his head with a small, excited smile. “My mom’s coming home for dinner tonight, so I’m gonna eat with her. Thanks, though!”

“Yeah, of course.”

He watched as Yamaguchi packed up his things, which were strewn around the room as though he were in his own house: his jacket was tossed on top of Kei’s over the back of his desk chair, his pencils and pens were mingled with Kei’s on the floor, and he had to toss a pillow he’d stolen back onto Kei’s bed.

And it was as he moved around Kei’s room with a comfort and ease that could only come from years of friendship, and as Kei watched how easily and naturally their lives were intertwined, and how unrecognizable his life would be without Yamaguchi, that Kei realized with a jolt to his heart that…this was it. He had to tell him now. Because if he did it now, in this small, quiet, intimate space that held years of memories…then maybe Yamaguchi wouldn’t push him away. Maybe he would be reminded of their time together, and that would be enough to make him still want Kei in his life, even after he ruined it all with his stupid feelings and his stupid crush and the stupid way his heart felt too big for his chest.

“Yamaguchi.” His friend looked up from his backpack, eyebrows raised over sweet eyes in a silent question. For some reason, that expression nearly made Kei want to give up — it was so full of innocent trust and curiosity, like Yamaguchi would give him anything he asked, no questions asked. Except for this.

Kei swallowed harshly around the cotton in his throat, but his voice was still a little hoarse as he forced out, “I…have something to tell you. Before you go.”

Yamaguchi watched him for a moment. Kei didn’t know what expression was on his face, but whatever it was made Yamaguchi leave his backpack on the floor to sit next to him on the bed. “You okay? You…look like you’re constipated.”

The blunt words were so unexpected that Kei couldn’t help coughing out a laugh, and the smile that Yamaguchi couldn’t quite bite back betrayed that that was exactly what he’d wanted. “Shut up, Yamaguchi.”

“Sorry, Tsukki!”

God, it was all so…familiar, and comfortable, and right, and this was so stupid, he was so stupid for wanting to change this, but he couldn’t stop imagining what it would be like to kiss Yamaguchi quiet instead of grumbling at him, what it would be like to hold his hand and brush his shaggy hair from his face and— “I like you.”

His mind didn’t catch up with his words until he watched Yamaguchi’s eyes widen and his smile slide off his face. “…What?”

Shit, fuck, dammit, this was all wrong, he had so much he wanted to say, so much he’d wanted to tell Yamaguchi as a disclaimer before he dropped the bomb: that he didn’t need to return his feelings out of some sense of misplaced guilt, that he didn’t want this to ruin their friendship, that this didn’t have to mean anything if Yamaguchi didn’t want it to.

But he didn’t do that. No, he just blurted out his feelings like…like he was goddamn Hinata, and he had no one to be mad at but himself for that comparison.

Well. He’d just have to be reparative instead of preventative, fix the problem he’d created instead of trying to keep it from happening in the first place. “I…I like you, as more than a friend. It doesn’t have to change anything, I just wanted to let you know because it felt unfair for you to not know that my feelings for you were changing while you thought our friendship was staying the same. But I’d rather nothing change than…than it all to end. I know you don’t know feel the same, just—”

“Says who?”

Kei blinked, his eyes jumping from the blanket thread he was picking at to look at Yamaguchi. His heart jolted at the fierce look in his eyes — it was the same look he had right before a serve, the same look he had in their first year, when he’d grabbed him by the shirt and screamed at him for the first time in their entire friendship. The sight made Kei forget his words, until all he could muster was a dumb, “What?”

“Who says I don’t feel the same?”

“…Common sense?” Embarrassment and confusion mingled within him, threatening to mix into anger. “Why…why would you feel the same?”

“Why?” Yamaguchi shifted until he was fully facing Kei, one leg bent onto his bed as he leaned in. “Why? Because you’re my best friend and one of my favorite people in the world and you make me a better person and—”

“Hold on, you’re all that for me—”

“We’re that for each other because that’s what best friends are, Tsukki!!”

Kei should’ve hated the incredulous look on Yamaguchi’s face, as though he were staring at the dumbest being alive, but his mind was too focused on the fact that he hadn’t been rejected yet. “What…what are you saying?”

“I’m saying—” Yamaguchi’s voice cracked, forcing him to stop and take a deep breath before he could continue in a calmer voice. “I’m saying that I like you, and I can’t believe you like me back, but I also hate that you can’t believe I like you, and I hate that we’re arguing when we could be kissing already—”

Kei was not Hinata. He did not act without thinking, did not speak first and ask questions later. He liked to think that he had a pretty decent head on his shoulders.

But there was an exception to every rule, and his, it turned out, was hearing Yamaguchi say he wanted to kiss him. Before he could listen to any more of Yamaguchi’s ranting, Kei was taking those freckled cheeks in his hands and pressing their lips together.

A soft, surprised sound escaped Yamaguchi at the press of their lips, but before Kei could pull away and check that he was okay, there were gentle fingers sinking into his hair and holding him close. Those soft lips parted under his, making way for a tentative tongue to lick into his mouth, and Kei couldn’t stop a quiet moan from bubbling up his throat.

He didn’t know how long they kissed each other on his bed, but it felt both too long and too short. When they eventually parted, his cheeks felt on-fire and his eyes were heavy, and his heart squeezed when he saw the same dazed expression on Yamaguchi’s face. “Wow, Tsukki,” the other boy murmured. “Where’d you learn to kiss like that?”

“You really think I had anyone to practice on? Me?”

“All the chocolates you get on Valentine’s Day would say ‘yes.’” Yamaguchi’s smile was teasing, but it couldn’t hide the glint of insecurity in those dark eyes.

“Don’t be stupid,” Kei sighed, his voice gentle to soften his words. “You know I never cared about those. This whole time, I was just…just…”

Yamaguchi’s features softened into a fond smile of disbelief. “You really liked me? All this time?”

“...Yeah. What about you?”

“Me, too, Tsukki!” Yamaguchi laughed, leaning forward to rest his forehead on Kei’s shoulder. “Man…we could’ve been doing this the whole time. Why didn’t either of us say anything?”

Kei’s hand automatically rose to start stroking through Yamaguchi’s dark, green-ish hair. “Because our friendship was worth more than the risk of ruining it?”

“Mm…yeah,” he sighed, lifting his head just enough to look into Kei’s eyes with a small smile. “At least now we can make up for some lost time, right?”

Kei couldn’t believe this was real, couldn’t believe his crush and best friend really liked him back, couldn’t believe he could kiss and hold him the way he’d wanted to all this time. Disbelief and luck washed over him and made him breathless, leaving him with just enough air to whisper, “Right.”

They had one more year of high school. One more year before everything would change. Kei was determined to make it the best one yet.

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[clubkira]

DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ

oh future husband, better love me right!

premise. the nhk is hosting another special broadcast featuring the popular fiancées of the jnt’s lineup! and this time, it’s truth or drink! ❤︎

content. haikyu!! jnt / f!reader. (koutarou bokuto, morisuke yaku, kiyoomi sakusa & tobio kageyama). fluff. downbad fiancés. suggestive jokes & allusions to sex. petnames. alcohol. overseas!kageyama & yaku (LDR). reader lives in japan (does not equal being japanese). a little angst.

notes. this part is… a little long! sit down for it ❤︎

soundtrack. dear future husband : meghan trainor.

part one can be read here.

dear future husband m.list // hq. masterlist.

KOUTAROU BOKUTO.

“Been awhile since I last drank,” Bokuto cracks his knuckles upon seeing the many selections of beer he gets to choose, fingers twitching eagerly as they hover over the bottles. “Wonder what I should get…”

You sigh beside him jokingly, nudging his shoulder with your elbow, “We don’t have all day, Kou.”

“I’m just looking!” He chuckles, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

He randomly picks up a bottle of Sapporo, rotating it in his hands before nodding to himself, “This seems good!”

You place your hand on the small of his back, guiding him towards the studio for a final run through before the broadcast, “Alright, Kou. Now let’s get this started!”

The NHK film crew do a final mic and sound check when you arrive as a staff member seats you both at the table in the centre of the studio, a pile of cards with questions written on them, two shot glasses and the Sapporo bottle your fiancé picked out lined on it’s top.

After fiddling with the microphones hidden inside your clothes, the crew give you two a thumbs up and rush back to their cameras to start the recording.

Bokuto’s entire body is turned towards the cameras, sitting on the edge of his seat as he eagerly greets the viewers, “Hey! I’m Koutarou Bokuto,” he catches your eyes with a bright smile, grabbing your hand from across the table, “And this is my fiancée!”

“And we’ve been together for three years now,” You finish for him, hands folded neatly on the table, the cameras pan to show off the engagment rings that sits prettily on both you and Bokuto’s fingers.

“Four months engaged.”

“And we’re playing truth or drink!” You and Bokuto announce happily together, smiling at each other before turning your bodies back to face the cameras. The film crew adjust their angles, moving their cameras off their stands to get better opening shots of you and your fiancé.

“You guys ready to play?” The head camera crew member asks, giving you the okay to start the game.

The studio lights illuminate the white backdropped room, enveloping your eyes in waves whenever you stare at the camera lenses for a little too long.

You and Bokuto nod as he shifts his gaze towards you, “Want me to go first, Baby?” He asks, already grabbing his shot glass and the bottle of Sapporo. You giggle, “So eager to get drunk, Kou?”

“I told you, it’s been awhile!” He beams, pouring out the alcohol carefully into his shot and grabbing the top card from the pile on the table.

“What do you like most about me?” he reads aloud, looking up at you curiously, “I’m pretty sure you’ve told me this exact answer before.”

“Have I?” you tilt your head in thought, thinking the question over, “I mean, probably. It has been three years, after all.”

Bokuto places the card face down on his side of the table, combing through his hair, “I think when we first started dating, you told me it was my hair.”

“It is nice,” you agree, causing Bokuto to start laughing and in turn making you giggle as well. The two of you are already giddy and snickering despite no alcohol being present in your systems yet, “But I think now that we’re engaged, I can give a more detailed answer.”

“Oh?”

He leans over the table excitedly, a wide grin plastered across his face, “Tell me, Baby! What do you like most about me?” His hand is still placed atop of yours, the perfectly cut gems in both of your rings twinkling in sync underneath the studio lights, perfectly complimenting you fiancé’s eyes.

You hum in faux thought for a moment before smirking, “Hmm, your muscles.”

Bokuto’s smile drops slightly to a pout, still keeping his bright composure while masking his lowered grin, “Awe, Baby I thought you were going to say something like, real deep and emotional!” He jests, “Like how you love that I make you smile, y’know?”

You throw your head back in laughter, nudging his shoulder with your free hand, “I’m kidding, Kou!” Your smile is genuine when you see how disappointed he was at first at your reply, looking straight into his eyes as a way reassure him.

“Yes, Kou. What I like most is that you make me the happiest every day I’m with you.”

His smile brightens significantly, a chuckle of his own escaping his lips as he leans back into his chair, “Damn, played by my own girl.”

He slides the pile of cards over to you with a mischievous smirk, “Not that I’m complaining.”

You take the top card off the pile and read it over, fingers twirling the empty shot glass in your hands. Your lips purse as you try to contain the giggles making their way up your throat while reading the question on the card, hands quivering in silent laughter.

“Have you ever wanted to fuck one of our friends while with me?” Bokuto’s eyes seem to pop out of his head at the vast difference and shift in questions, turning to the NHK staff while laughing, “Are you sure this is okay to broadcast?”

The film crew nod, to which Bokuto shrugs, “Alright, then,” before turning back to you. “Uhh, can I just like- take a shot right now?”

“You’d rather drink than not tell me?” You joke, pouring out the Sapporo for your fiancé, “Damn, Kou. Do I not satisfy you enough?”

“Of course you do!” He corrects himself hastily, “It’s just, uh..” he leans in closer to you whisper in your ear quietly, “I don’t want to say Atsumu on national T.V...”

Your hand flies to your mouth in shock, shoulders shaking as you try to contain your cackles, “Atsumu?” you repeat in a hushed tone, making sure you heard him correctly. “Him?”

“He’s got nice hair!”

You both start to laugh at how hair seems to be a common appealing trait you notice in people. Shaking your head in mock disappointment, you shove the stack of questions back over to your fiancé’s side for his turn.

“What is the most embarrassing thing you caught me doing when I thought I was alone?” Bokuto asks, reading from the card he picked off the top of the pile and glancing back up at you.

You hum in thought for a moment, pondering the question.

“Uhm, I think that time you were rehearsing your Valentines day speech to me before we went out to eat at that restaurant a few years ago,” you reveal cautiously, “but you were using a pillow with a photo of my face taped on it as a stand-in.”

Bokuto’s jaw drops at the revelation, nearly falling out of his chair from the shock of what you just divulged to him, “You were there? Watching me do that?”

You have to practically fight the cackle bubbling it’s way up your throat, a smile creeping onto your face when you answer, “Yes, Kou. But it was sweet, so I didn’t mention it to you.”

“You kept that a secret for two years?” He asks again, and you nod.

Your fiancé’s face remains stunned for a few more moments before breaking out into a smile of his own, hand running down his face while laughing to himself. “Damn, I must’ve looked so dumb.”

“I thought it was cute!” You attempt to salvage things, giggling as you pick up the next question card, this time it’s for Bokuto.

“What part of wedding planning is the most challenging part for you?”

“The money…” He pouts, taking the card from you to read it over again before turning to the cameras.

“Weddings are so damn expensive— Did you know wedding flowers can cost up to two million yen?” He exclaims in shock, “For flowers!”

You sigh, plucking the question card from his hand and setting aside on his pile with a smile, “This is why you should leave the financial decisions to me, Kou. Our floral arrangements will not be that expensive, I can assure you.”

“Of course, Baby,” he grins, “I trust you completely on that,” his hands move to pick up the next card, lifting the corner and taking a peek at the question before flipping it over and reading it.

“What is something you’ve wanted to try in the bedroom but haven’t told me about?”

“Impact play,” comes your answer a bit too hastily to be considered normal.

Bokuto has a silent stare off with you for a few seconds after before you both break out in hysterical laughter, your fiancé cackling at how fast and prepared you were when you answered while you exclaim that’s why you could never tell him.

“Baby, that was so fast!” Bokuto reels over the table, pounding his fist into the wood while howling with laughter, gripping his empty shot glass in hand.

“Were you— were you that prepared to answer?”

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you make an attempt to defend your response, “I know you’d absolutely wreck me if we tried, that’s why I never asked!”

“I mean…” He trails off, glancing at you and letting his eyes roam your ring finger as a smirk makes it’s way onto his face, leaning closer to you over the table. “We could always try it at home later—”

“Last question!” You interrupt him, pulling the cards over to your side and grabbing the last question from the stack, you see Bokuto’s smile drop when he sits back in his seat from how you changed topics until he sees you wink at him from the corner of his eye.

“What is something you wish to tell me before we get married?”

Bokuto’s eyes light up at his question, holding up his shot of Sapporo and beaming brightly. Despite not drinking much during your game, his cheeks are flushed like he’s been drunk on your love this entire time, eyes crinkling with glee when he smiles.

“I hope I can keep being this happy when i’m with you after marriage,” He declares, “I love you, Baby.”

“I love you too, Kou,” you smile with him, raising your own shot to clink your two glasses together and down them simultaneously, the cool smoothness of the beer running down your throats.

You can feel the mild bitterness on your tongue afterwards, it leaves it’s taste behind even several hours after your drinking game when you two return to your shared home.

But the sincerity in Bokuto’s eyes when they fell on you back in the studio, and the way he gazes at you like you’re the only thing in his world even with the several NHK staff and film members recording your every move washes that all away instantaneously, overpowering it with sheer sweetness.

It’s just not one you can taste as easily as the flavour of Sapporo.

You might not have gotten drunk that night, but Bokuto’s certain he’s been drunk on your love for the entirety of all three years you’ve been together and wouldn’t mind if things stayed like this forever.

MORISUKE YAKU.

“You’re going down, sweetheart,” Yaku warns you with a teasing wink, lifting the bottle of Vodka in his hands to inspect the label, “Playing in the Russian League gives me an alcohol tolerance advantage that you don’t have.”

“I didn’t know just playing in Russia meant you were an experienced drinker,” you hum, playing along with his jokes for the fun of it. “I don’t think athletes are supposed to consume a lot of vodka anyways.”

“Well, you might as well back out now,” Yaku advises, shrugging with a sly grin, one of the camera crew’s members rushes up to fix the loose microphone on his suit before scurrying back to their position.

“Don’t wanna get beaten by your own fiancé now, do you?”

You merely roll your eyes at his antics, a reluctant smile making it’s way onto your face as you realign the messy stack of cards on your table, sounds of the director doing a final run through of lights and cameras are heard around you.

“Yeah yeah, save it for after you get wasted, Mori.”

The cameras start up as the director nods in your direction, indicating for you two to introduce yourselves to the viewers tuning in, Yaku holds your hand as he recites his lines.

“Hi, I’m Morisuke Yaku,” your fiancé beams, giving your hand a comforting squeeze, “And this right here, is my wonderful fiancée, whom I adore very much.”

Even several years later, Yaku’s swoon worthy words have an effect on you after all this time, making you feel like you’re still in that young and eager love stage. Attempting to hide your giddy face from him, you turn to face the camera as well with a wide grin.

“We’ve been together for four and a half years,” You gush, the sparkling engagement band on your finger being shown outwardly when the cameras zoom in for a closer look. “Engaged for eight months, now.”

“And today, we’ll be playing truth or drink,” Yaku reveals to the excited viewers, the cameras change positions to new angles while the sound crew makes sure your microphones are picking up your words.

After signaling to the director that they are indeed working, he asks you two, “Are you ready to play?”

You and Yaku both agree as he opens the bottle of Vodka, pouring it into your shot glass first before he pours out his own, “Hm, what a gentleman you are, Mori.” You joke, noticing he gave you your alcohol first before serving himself any.

“Always, for you.” He sighs dreamily, setting the bottle down beside him and pushing the cards over to you with his familiar cheshire grin. “And because I’m such a gentleman, you should go first, love.”

You stifle a laugh into the palm of your hand at the sudden switch in personality but take the top card off anyway, flipping it over and reading the question for Yaku written on it, “What is one thing you wish I did more of in our relationship?”

He groans, slumping down in his seat with his Vodka in hand, “Fly over to come visit me overseas,” he jokingly groans, faux-booing you with a thumbs down and all as he turns to the film crew.

“Did you know she doesn’t get on the first plane to Russia whenever I ask, can you believe her?”

You merely snicker at his jeers and turn your card over, placing it down on the table beside your shot. “Well I’m sorry, but I’m unable to predict whenever you’ll miss me spontaneously.”

“It’s not spontaneous,” Yaku argues, “I tell you like, two minutes in advance.”

You raise an eyebrow at his claims, “Wanna bet, Mori? I have screenshots.”

“Maybe I’ll just drink to this instead.”

You both giggle as he shakes his head in defeat, taking the next card off the pile and reading out loud the first question for you.

“Have you ever—” Yaku begins to lose his composure as he reads, holding back his giggles before sputtering out, “faked an orgasm with me?”

You burst out into laughter as Yaku discards the card to his side, head thrown back in hysterics while using the table to stabilize himself.

“Well?” He asks, wiping the tears that have begun to form around his eyes, “Have you?”

You begin to reach for your Vodka shot, causing your fiancé to break out into another, more excessive fit of cackles, “Are you serious, honey?”

“Okay well, maybe!” You confess wholeheartedly, raising the Vodka to your lips, “Back when we were first dating!”

Yaku scoffs disapprovingly, but you can tell he’s not seriously mad when you down the vodka and he’s looking at you worriedly, asking if it was too strong for you afterwards.

You dismiss his concerns, saying it’s fine and that you can handle it before he relaxes and pushes the cards back over to you.

“Have you ever had a dream about me cheating on you?” You ask him, Yaku’s face immediately sours at his question, you look to him expectantly and wait for his reply.

“… Ugh, yes,” he begrudgingly admits after a few moments of silence, eyebrows furrowing as he recalls it unpleasantly, “I had a dream once where you cheated on me with Lev.”

“Lev?” You cackle, “The— the 6’5 russian guy from your highschool volleyball team??”

Yaku’s hand moves to his vodka-filled shot glass, “Yes,” he moans, “It was awful. Hope I never see Lev butt-naked in my dreams ever again.”

“You don’t have to drink to this one, Mori,” you giggle as Yaku downs his vodka quickly, not even flinching at the burn, maybe he was right about the tolerance advantage. “Since you answered it.”

“Ah, don’t care,” he groans, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his suit, “After having to reimagine that scene, I needed the alcohol.”

Yaku takes the next card off the pile of questions skeptically, flipping it over and reading it out loud.

“Do you have any insecurities when it comes to me playing overseas in Russia?”

The question causes you to stop and think as Yaku places the card face down next to him, pouring another shot and sliding it over to you. “You don’t have to say anything, sweetheart.”

His gentle tone reassures you but you shake your head, pushing the vodka away, “No it’s okay, I don’t mind saying it.” Yaku looks surprised but nods understandingly, taking the glass back and giving you the room to process your next words while he remains quiet.

“I think my only insecurity is not knowing if you’re safe while overseas,” you admit to your fiancé. Yaku doesn’t say anything in response, knowing you have more to say as he lets you say what you need while silently encouraging you to elaborate.

“I hate not having you beside me because I don’t know where you are, and I just miss you a lot you know?”

Yaku’s cheek rests against the palm of his hand, concern washing over his face again as he looks across the table to you, “Awe, honey. I didn’t know you felt that way,” he coos, “do you hate whenever I leave for volleyball season?”

You shrug dismissively, the weight of your words beginning to catch up to you as your voice becomes quieter, trailing off at the end. “I mean, I don’t hate it, but like- I wanna know you’re alright while in Russia…”

Yaku’s about to speak when you shake your head dismissively, “It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” before you’re reaching for the deck of cards, already pulling the top question up and flipping it over to read.

Your eyes drag over the words as a pit begins to form inside your stomach. The next question for Yaku causes you to cringe, still reeling from the uneasiness of the last one as you awkwardly ask him, “Have you… ever regretted or had doubts about our engagement?”

Yaku’s face of concern turns into one of astonishment, he looks almost appalled at how unsure you look and sound while asking him.

“Absolutely not,” he states firmly, holding your hand that holds engagement band on it, you can feel the distress radiating off him as he reassures you in a hushed tone.

“I’ve never once regretted proposing to you, and I fully intend on marrying you.”

Yaku’s words dislodge the lump in your throat as you begin to chuckle to yourself, eyes looking down at his hand where the engagement ring he wears that matched your own. “I’m sorry if you thought I was doubting you, Mori. It’s just—”

“You don’t need to justify your feelings,” Yaku reiterates sternly, “I know, okay? You don’t need to explain this on live T.V.”

Knowing he’s only trying to make sure nothing of what you say can be interpreted wrongly later by media, you nod as he sighs in relief with an uneasy smile.

“I think this next question is our last one,” he announces, his smile morphing back into that familiar cheshire grin, the one that always brightens your day. You think he’s doing it in an attempt to lighten the mood, or maybe he just naturally makes you happy.

Yaku picks up the final question card and flips it over, reading it over with a calm smile, “What have you enjoyed most about being engaged to me?” His voice is gentle as he looks up to you, placing the card down on his pile.

“Well, love?” He encourages you, knowing he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable he gives you the choice, “Do you want to answer, or take a drink?”

You’d be a fool to drink at this question, there isn’t anything to drink for here but there’s just so much about being engaged to Yaku that you love that you can’t quite find the words for it. And while the majority of your engagement has been spent with Yaku being away in Russia, it doesn’t mean you enjoy it any less than if he were with you in Japan.

“… I enjoy knowing you will always be with me,” you begin to speak slowly, making sure your words are clear and concise while twirling your empty shot glass in hand absentmindedly.

Trying to fit all you want to say to your fiancé in a few words is tough, but you manage to shorten it enouhh to say all you want to tell him. “Because even while you’re playing overseas, I know you will always come back home to me.”

Yaku’s face unexpectedly heats up at your words, the apples of his cheeks turning bright red as his lips form into a shy and nervous grin, one isn’t anything like the mischievous and playful personality you’re accustomed to seeing while with him.

“I… I love you, sweetheart.” He manages to speak after some time, loosening the collar of his dress shirt nervously, but the smile on his face never falters. “I always have and always will.”

He extends his hand out to you, motioning for you to give him your shot glass. You hand it to him and he pours out some Vodka, sliding it back over to you once full before filling his own.

“Yes, honey,” he whispers unconsciously while pouring his alcohol, and it’s the happiest you’ve seen him all day. From his flushed complexion, dopey smile and euphoric demeanour, he appears to be glowing. Or maybe it’s the blaring lights behind him that are playing tricks on you.

Your fiancé has never looked so sure of himself until this moment, Yaku’s eyes never straying from yours as he raises his shot glass, breaking into his biggest smile yet.

“I will always come back home to you. No matter how long we are apart for,” and to that, you both cheer, clinking your glasses as you toast to your engagement.

Downing the alcohol in unison, the bitter sting of the Vodka attacks your throats relentlessly, but neither you or Yaku care about that in this moment or the next.

The world’s most intense Vodka brewed directly in the heart of Moscow, Russia could never be so strong as to have an effect on either of you when you’re in the presence of each other. You’re certain that Yaku would drown himself in the harshest of Vodka’s if it meant it was all for you.

A little Vodka is nothing compared to what he’d go through for you.

The way Yaku’s entire demeanour changes when with you, the largest of smiles etched onto his face for a side he only shows while you’re with him here, in Japan.

Remaining wholely committed to you even while seperated by land and sea is all a true testament to your relationship, and it puts your heart at ease.

Yaku may not always be at home; but Yaku knows that home is with you, and he knows he’ll always be with you in due time.

KIYOOMI SAKUSA.

“Oh, he’s a lightweight,” you tell the film crew who are adjusting their camera stands nearby as Kiyoomi pulls out the chair at the table for you to sit at, giggling when you hear the faintest muffled groan come from underneath his face mask.

Sitting atop the table is a bottle of Scotch, the deck of question cards and two shot glasses on it’s sanitized surface as per request by your fiancé.

“This’ll be so easy for me.”

“As if,” Kiyoomi scoffs, taking his own seat across from you and scooching his chair forward, “I’ll beat you and then have to hear you drunkenly cry about it back home later for the next several hours.”

“Nope,” you declare mischievously, folding your arms over the table and laying your head in them while looking up at your fiancé, “Hey, did you know Atsumu told me you’re an emotional drunk?”

You can see Kiyoomi’s eyes twitch underneath his thick black locs, hand reaching to grip his hair in annoyance. “That fucking—”

The director interrupts him unexpectedly when he calls to the rest of the crew in the studio for everyone to take their places behind the cameras, Kiyoomi sighs deeply as his shoulders relax and he leans back in his chair waiting for the broadcast to begin.

“I’m Kiyoomi Sakusa,” he states to the viewers plainly, barely acknowledging the cameras pointed straight at his face when he motions to you, “And this is my fiancée of almost a year.”

You can hear the way his voice softens lightly when referring to you as his fiancée.

“We’ve been together for four years now,” You welcome the viewers much more warmly than your fiancé does, announcing eagerly, “Engaged for eleven months, and we’re playing truth or drink!”

Again, you’re a lot more excited than Kiyoomi is when the director asks, “You guys okay to start playing?” but he agrees to it nonetheless, the subtle nod of his head doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

Kiyoomi grabs the stack of cards full of questions and shuffles the deck around a bit, when asked by the director why he did so he answers, “So if anyone planted any weird questions at the top of the pile for her they’re pushed to the bottom.”

After reorganizing the cards, Kiyoomi hands the stack to you, letting you have first pick of the game. You try to argue, but he doesn’t listen.

“Ladies go first,” he says, expectantly waiting for you to start.

You take the first card of the newly shuffled deck and begin to read it for your fiancé, “Favourite memory of us, pre-engagement or post-engagement?”

Kiyoomi taps his empty glass against the mahogany of the table repeatedly for a brief moment, thinking it over before letting out a deep sigh-turned groan, reaching over and pouring out some Scotch for himself as you sit back in stunned shock at his actions.

“Wait, what—”

“Don’t question me,” he rasps, lowering his face mask and downing his shot with ease, there’s hints of floral notes in the Scotch he can taste.

He pulls his mask back up seconds later and looks up at you, you swear you can see a smirk forming under his mask from the way his eyes lift in amusement afterwards, causing your cheeks to heat up at what he could’ve been thinking about that he had to take a shot to get out of saying it.

Finishing off his Scotch, your fiancé takes both the top card off the deck and his empty shot glass before reading aloud his first question for you.

“What was your first impression of me when we met?” Kiyoomi reads monotonously, his stare hardens when he notices you jokingly reaching for your shot glass, tossing the card over to your side with a groan.

“Really?” He huffs, arms crossed over his chest and glaring halfheartedly at your tease. “Didn’t Motoya say you like… hated me at first or something?”

“I didn’t hate you,” you giggle, pouring the Scotch into your glass while avoiding your fiancé’s gaze, “I just.. am a little thirsty right now.”

“Haha,” Kiyoomi laughs dryly, watching as you down your shot quickly, the citrusy notes in the Scotch make it pleasant to drink. “You’re soo funny, dear. Must be really thirsty today.”

“I am,” you wink, placing your glass back down on the table before taking the next card off the pile.

“What is the most embarrassing nickname for me you have in mind?” Kiyoomi asks, and you snort.

“It’s only embarrassing because Atsumu came up with it…” you turn to the cameras to whisper to the viewers, facing your fiancé who’s giving you a skeptic look that soon turns into existential dread when you begin to snicker.

He groans, “I swear to god if it’s Omi-Omi—”

“It’s Omi-Omi.”

You can practically feel the annoyance radiating off of Kiyoomi while you bat your eyelashes innocently at him, playful shrug of your shoulders as you pull the cards back over to your side, taking the next card off the deck while your fiancé whispers something about killing Atsumu at the next practice from across the table.

“What colour or colours are your favorite on me?” You look up at the director almost immediately before Kiyoomi can even open his mouth, “Can I just say it— Because I know.”

The director nods, “He told me once it was black and gold,” Kiyoomi mumbles something incoherent under his breath, whatever he’s saying being muffled by his nask as he hides his face away from the cameras, the camera crew exchange a look amongst themselves.

“Aren’t those the colours of the MSBY Black Jackals?” One of the crew members mentions offhandedly and you smirk, looking over to your flustered fiancé with the most shit-eating grin you can muster, “Yes, yes they are.”

“Should’ve just let me answer instead,” he mutters while pulling out the next card from the deck to move the game along, coughing as his face slowly returns to it’s natural colour.

He chuckles when he reads it over, “How would you spend an entire week without me?” he turns to the cameras with his own smug face, placing the card down on the table. “She doesn’t.”

“I can,” you interject and he gives you a deadpan stare, “Yeah, can. Doesn’t mean you do, though.”

“Anyways,” you swerve back to your answer, taking the card from his side and reading it over yourself.

“I would have a very relaxing week without you, consisting mostly of singing and dancing in our empty kitchen without you to judge me.”

“I don’t judge you.”

“Yes you do.”

“Nope.”

You two could probably have this back and fourth for hours on end but you stop when you catch the director’s eye, one of his assistants motions to you hurriedly that it’s nearly time to end the broadcast.

With that in mind, you pick up the last question card, flipping it over and reading it for Kiyoomi.

“What’s one thing you’d like to tell me at the alter if you couldn’t say anything else.”

“That I love you,” Kiyoomi says almost immediately, tracing the rim of his shot glass with his ring finger delicately, you can hear the gentleness in his voice when he speaks. “And that I hope you’ll always be my lover, whatever that means for us in the future.”

“That’s more than one thing, Kiyo.”

“I don’t care.”

You scoff playfully, tossing the card aside and pouring out two shots of Scotch for you and your fiancé. Whilst handing him his glass your rings bump together momentarily, the clinking of the diamonds makes the two of you smile, though Kiyoomi’s is hidden underneath his mask.

“Cheers, my dear,” he mutters softly, lowering his mask again to drink and allowing you to finally see the beautiful smile he hides underneath, usually reserved only for you.

“Cheers, Kiyo,” and you two drink, the Scotch tastes lovely and refined on both of your tongues when it runs down your throats with ease.

It’s light and sophisticated, and the flavour profile fits Kiyoomi so well. You consider telling him that, but refrain because you think he won’t understand what you mean; not knowing he’s thinking the exact same about you.

Kiyoomi thinks you two may be a match made in heaven, if such a thing exists then it perfectly encapsulates the two of you.

As the cameras cut and several crew members rush around the studio, Kiyoomi doesn’t notice any of that in this moment— his gaze continues to be locked onto you wholly; lovingly enraptured by the beautiful image of you across from him that he hopes will be burned into the back of his head like the taste of this Scotch, but for many years to come and not just a mere few hours.

Kiyoomi can drink Scotch at any time he pleases, but being married to you is something he is excited for and craves everyday of his life as the days on the calender tick down to your wedding, it keeps him motivated to continue each day if he knows it’s just one day closer to a life with you, one where he knows you will be with him every day going forward.

The day you two will finally be united as one. Kiyoomi can’t wait for that morning to come, when night falls and after the ceremony is done he can finally refer to you as his wife and not just his fiancée.

TOBIO KAGEYAMA.

Tobio gulps upon seeing the Sake being poured into his shot glass by the NHK staff member, being handed the alcohol before they pour out another shot for you, to which you graciously accept with a smile and nod of your head.

“Uhh…” His piercing gaze reaches across to you across the table, nervously fiddling with the glass in hand as he twirls it inbetween his fingers, “I don’t, really hold alcohol well, love..���

“Really?” You stare at him blankly, squinting down at the alcohol in your own shot, “what do you drink in Italy then, Tobio?”

“Limoncello,” he sighs, “but it’s supposed to be sipped slowly, not downed like shots usually are.” He makes a face as the thought of attempting to drink Limoncello like shots ripples through his mind, it would most definitely not end well for him.

You chuckle and give him a reassuring smile, placing your hand over his gently. The diamond on his ring is cool to the touch when you run your thumb over it, with sharp and well defined cut corners. “You’ll be fine, Tobio.”

He nods unsurely but allows the NHK camera crew to do their final run through, making sure everything is in order before the cameras begin to roll and the director is motioning for you both to recite your lines.

Your fiancé’s voice is a little strained, a faint stutter can be heard as he speaks slowly, “I’m… Tobio Kageyama,” he manages to say before craning his head to his left, across the table.

“And I’m her fiancé,” his eyes shift towards you as you give the cameras a polite wave, “We’re playing… truth or drink.”

“We’ve been together for five years,” You excitedly tell the viewers, holding up your ring finger to show off the dazzling diamond atop it, “And engaged for two.”

The director asks from out of frame, “Why have you two been engaged for so long?” A question that most viewers are probably wanting to know, Tobio answers it for you.

“I wanted to marry her sooner,” he timidly admits, looking down at his lap to avoid the harsh glares of the camera lenses, “But with me playing in Ali Roma, it’s hard to plan things out, I guess.”

You nod, “Besides,” you chime in giddily, taking over for him, “It’s fun to be in this little engaged stage for a long time, makes everyday that bit more exciting.”

You ramble on about how fun it is to call Tobio during his off days; calling him at three in the morning in Japan while in Italy it’s 7PM to tell him about a cute floral arrangement you saw earlier that day while shopping that you’d love to have at your wedding.

Facetiming him in the dark of the night, wrapped in blankets and wearing his highschool volleyball jersey to ask him what kind of food from Italy he wants to incorporate into the wedding menu, and texting him photos of different style of wedding dresses you’re considering wearing on your big day while getting out of the shower.

You unintentionally forget about your jittery mess of a fiancé while you speak, beaming as bright as the glowering studio lights as Tobio looks at you amazed.

Tobio’s nervousness slowly fades when he sees the ring on your finger and just how happy you are to be engaged to him. It’s always been a worry of his that you hate the long wait to get married to him, that playing overseas would hurt your relationship because of long he is away from home at times.

But your gleeful joy in telling thousands of viewers in real time that you love just being engaged to him for two years; that you don’t mind it at all, brings some peace of mind to his fragile heart.

“Are you two ready to play?”

Knuckles slowly unclenching as he takes a deep breath, he nods his head to the director, indicating the start of the game. He starts first, picking up the first card from the pile.

“What is the most awkward date we’ve ever been on?” Tobio’s face drops immediately upon reading, turning the card face down on the table and turning to the director, “Can I start over? Or make her drink?”

“It’s her choice if she wants to answer or drink.” The director answers.

Tobio turns to you hastily, eyes practically pleading with you not to say what you have on your mind, he’s already inside your mind and fears for what you could potentially reveal on national television, causing you to erupt in a fit of giggles as you reach for the Sake.

“Fine, fine. I won’t say, Tobio.” You’ve never seen your fiancé so relieved, almost seeing the metaphorical weight lifting off his shoulders with your own eyes when you take the shot.

The Sake is sweet, like sticky rice. It’s feels cool when it hits the back of your tongue and nice to drink, reminding you of the Italian sweets Tobio would send you from Italy. Noting that they’d pair nicely with Sake, you consider getting Tobio to send you more of them in the mail soon.

“You owe me for that one, Tobio,” you chuckle after finishing your shot, “Whatever the next question is you have to answer it.” He groans in protest but agrees after some convincing as you reach for the question pile and grab your first question for him.

“Have you kept a secret hobby or interest hidden from me?”

Shockingly, Tobio nods his head and unexpectedly calm about the question he was supposedly ‘forced’ to answer, “I got into gardening when I first came to Italy.”

“You what?” You utter, delightfully surprised at this revelation, “What plants do you take care of in Italy?”

“I have a few hanging Boston Fern and Ivy in some pots around my apartment…” Tobio tells you, adverting his gaze from your eyes the more your smile grows towards him. “I didn’t mean to keep them from you, I just… forgot to mention it everytime we call.”

“Tobio…” You laugh at how empty headed your fiancé can be at times, sometimes you think he’d forget his head if it weren’t secured to his body. “We call almost every day!”

“Yeah, but you usually call me late at night!” He defends himself, “I don’t normally leave my room that late at night, so you never see them!”

You shake your head in disbelief at this, faux disappointment at your fiancé for keeping this interest of his hidden for so long, “When I visit you in Rome, you have to show me these plants, deal?”

He nods in approval at that arrangement, a small smile creeping onto his face as he takes the next card off the deck, “Have you pretended to like a gift I gave you when you actually didn’t?”

You consider reaching for the Sake but reel your hand back at the last second, deciding to tell him straight up.

“Yeah, the lingerie you sent me a few months ago.”

“You didn’t like it?”

Tobio’s mouth hangs open, visibly swallowing his shame away as he sets the question card down on the table, a hand running through his hair in deep thought.

“Okay well, didn’t like isn’t the right word per se—”

“Was it the style?” Tobio begins interrogating you sternly, brows furrowed and that determined look in his eyes you’re so familiar with while watching his volleyball matches.

“Was it the colour, or was it too flimsy? I tried going to a new store that time, I knew I should’ve just stuck to the other one—”

“Tobio!”

He’s immediately brought out of his thoughts by your cackles, blinking as he’s focused on your laughing figure in front of him. His cheeks are tinted a dark shade of red, thinking he’s said something embarrassing when he whispers a low, “Yes, love?”

Through fits of giggles and laughter, you barely manage to sputter out, “It was just the wrong size, babe!”

Tobio’s eyes widen significantly at the reveal, looking down at his hands where his engagement ring sits comfortably in his ring finger, feeling his body shrink in on itself further into his seat while you’re howling across from him.

If you were seated beside each other he’s sure you’d be slapping his arm too for good measure.

“C-can we move onto the next question…” He mumbles just above the microphone strapped to his dress shirt’s minimum level to pick up sounds. If his old highschool teammates were here— if Hinata were here, god, he’d never hear the end of it. “Please?”

Finally settling down from your giggly high, you vaguely nod, still catching your breath when you reach for the next question card on the pile and flip it over as Tobio tries his best to calm down his reddened face.

“What is the most romantic thing your partner has ever done for you?”

After Tobio’s managed to relax himself, he thinks the question over, chin in hand as his gaze lands directly on the Sake bottle on the table beside him where he gets lost in thought while mulling over the question.

“I think…” he mutters to himself, “When you told me it was okay to go play in Ali Roma, instead of discouraging me to stay in Japan.”

His answer legitimately surprises you, “Is that, really your response, Tobio?”

He nods, hands reaching up to the nape of his neck. “Yeah… I don’t know if romantic is the right word, I guess.“

“But knowing you were there to support me; even if I could tell you were scared for me going overseas, it felt like the most romantic gesture someone could ever do to me.”

Tobio blinks, suddenly remembering his words are being broadcasted on national T.V and coughing awkwardly, “Uh, yeah, that’s my answer.”

He begins to notice the gazes of the rest of the film crew and director that are burning right through him, feeling the colour returning to his cheeks.

Tobio looks over to you anxiously, finding you with the brighest eyes he’s ever seen, he could get lost in them if he stared into them long enough. You purse your lips for a moment, before a smile blossoms across your face.

“Wow, Tobio,” you breathe out dreamily, “That was… so sweet of you to say,” Tobio has a hard time meeting your gaze, you can tell he’s still feeling anxious so you grab his hand and force him to look you in the eye.

“I will always support you, okay?” You tell him firmly, he’s a bit startled at how forward you’re being but nods before you quickly add, “Even if I don’t like being so far away from you, you don’t need to worry about me. Don’t be so nervous about this, alright?”

Tobio’s lips quiver into a strained frown before he sighs, “It’s not that simple,” you feel his hand give yours a light squeeze for comfort, interlocking his fingers with your own. “I wish I could just… not be so worried for you. But I love you too much for that.”

“Loving me means you understand that no matter what, I am right behind you,” you voice to him directly. “Maybe not physically, but no matter where you go, I will follow eventually.”

Tobio goes silent for a few seconds, even when he knows dozens of people in this studio— hundreds of thousands are watching him live, he’s only looking at you; having eyes only for you. With a shaky nod of his head, he finally manages to crack a smile.

“I understand.”

Releasing your hand from his grip, he pulls his next question for you from the pile, looking far more relaxed than he did at the beginning of your game. He’s comfortable in this stage of your relationship, even if he knows that others think it’s strange— the distance between you two, the long engagement period.

He knows the only opinion that should matter to him—that does matter to him is yours alone.

“When you hear my name in public, what comes to your mind?”

“That you have done another amazing set,” You answer with ease, allowing yourself to feed his ego for once. “Or won another game, who knows at this point? You can do it all.”

Tobio seems satisfied with that answer, even uncharacteristically relishing in your praise. “Ah, I am pretty good at volleyball, aren’t I?”

You lean over the table to punch his shoulder lightly, a teasing grin dances on your lips which matches his own, “Yeah yeah, you’re welcome for being so supportive of my fiancé.”

“Well thank you then, love.”

One of the camera crew’s members motions to the director, indicating it’s almost time to wrap up the broadcast. Feeling at peace, you grab the final card of the question deck, eyes flickering to Tobio as you read.

“Anything else you’d like to say to me about our engagement?”

Tobio takes a deep breath, steadying himself before he speaks. He wants to make sure he tells you everything on his mind, but maybe that will have to wait for another time— a more private time.

One that isn’t being broadcasted on national television. So he’ll settle for the next best course.

“I just wanted to say…” He hesitates for a moment, his mouth opening and closing at times until he can find his bearings. “That being engaged to you has taught me a lot of things.”

You’re about to say something in response until he holds his hand up, indicating he isn’t done yet.

“And… I wouldn’t mind if we stayed like this forever.”

Tobio notices the slight look of confusion in your eyes as he continues, “Wh-what I mean is, uh… even though we aren’t married yet, you make me so happy that I feel like I could be okay with what we have.”

“I still want to marry you!” He blurts out worriedly in an attempt to explain himself, “But knowing you’re not bothered by how long we’re engaged for is enough to reassure me that no matter how long we wait for, I’ll still be as happy as the day we marry.”

Tobio shuts his eyes, burying his head in his hands from sheer embarrassment, “Fuck, that was so stupid sounding-”

“Hey now..” You pry his hands away from his face with a pout, leaning across the table’s surface to cup his cheek, “That wasn’t stupid, that was sweet!”

“Really?” He asks, unsure if he believes you, “I’m not really good with my words, y’know.”

“Well I understood what you meant,” you smile, pressing a kiss to your ring finger and placing it on your fiancé’s lips, “And I feel the same way.”

Tobio’s face erupts into a bright scarlet red as you pour the two of you a shot of Sake each, downing them together with your rings on prominent display for all of Japan to see.

Your fiancé is still quite popular in Japan despite now playing overseas, overhearing the NHK film crew and the thousands of viewers who tuned in were watching his broadcast with you while dying in laughter.

It’s not laughter to mock him however— as he soon finds out when after the cameras cut and he can still hear the staff talking about how adorable he looked during the live special.

And his old highschool friends blowing up his phone, sending him clips of his broadcast with hearts and kissy face emojis, but you swear to him that it’s all well intentioned. Maybe not Tsukishima’s to some extent, but nontheless.

All Tobio knows he can do is sigh, turn his phone off and settle into your arms after everything’s been said and done. His time in Japan is limited after all, he has to fly back to Italy in a few days time.

He knows it hurts to leave you again, and you hate sending him off at the airport. He wishes he could marry you immediately— but there’s still so much to be done until that day can arrive.

Tobio doesn’t know when the lucky day will come when you can instead wear a wedding ring on your finger rather than an engagement ring, but as Tobio has discovered today; the two of you will be okay until then despite it all.

It takes a lot to make Tobio anxious about your engagement, but it also takes a lot to shake the strong foundation the two of you have built with each other over the years.

The two of you have planned your future with each other as the main component of it all in the centre of it for as long as you can remember, and he’s prepared to withstand any obstacles that threaten his happiness with you.

Tobio is at ease knowing you have his back, and he has yours even while separated by thousands of miles of stretching oceans and ground.

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[ravenslvt]

HII I'M OBSESSED WITH YOUR WRITINGS ESPECIALLY THE HOT BROTHER RINTAROU AJWJSBSJSJJA 😭

can you write about him overstimulating and making his s/o squirting 👀

☆ bf!suna rintarou x f!reader smut ☆

cw: smut! overstimulation, teasing, squirting, edging, oral f recieving, short but sweet!

it started with a bluff.

“squirting is not a real thing. i guarantee no guy can actually make a woman do that” you scoffed after the topic was randomly brought up in a conversation with your boyfriend.

his eyebrow quirked.

“how much you wanna bet?”

“f-fuck rin!” you moan, his fingers jackhammering into your squelching cunt. you gripped his wrist as he layed you down on your shared bed.

he’d already made you cum once like this, this time his pace is faster, adding a third finger.

“s’too much!” you whine, trying to pull away from his touch as a second orgasm approaches, purley overstimulated from his fingers alone.

“oh, c’mon, baby. you wanted this, didn’t you?” his pace doesn’t rest, your wetness practically dripping down his wrist. you whimper as you feel yourself about to cum again, and you scream when he pulls away.

“whyy??” you pout up at him. you were completely naked and he was still fully clothed in his workout sweatpants and black compression shirt. he looked too fucking good. you could see the bulge of his hard cock through his pants. you reach your hand out to touch it, but he swats it away.

“this is about you, remember? i’ll fuck you as a reward after, okay?” he whispered, kissing you on the top of your head. you nod, pouting at your mean mean boyfriend. what a stupid bet.

“oh don’t look at me like that, sweetheart.” he kisses down your neck, sucking small marks into your collarbones. you mewl as he bites down. his hands reaching back to your thighs as he gets on his knees, your legs hanging off the bed. he grabs your legs to rest on his shoulders as he gives your clit small kisses.

you gasp when his tongue laps at your sopping folds like a starved man. your hands grip in his hair when he sucks on your clit, bringing up his hand to prod three fingers in your already abused hole.

with the combination of his fingers curling inside of you along with the intense suckling on your sensitive bud, your thighs start to shake around him.

“gonna cum, rin!” you whine. but right at the peak, he pulls away, denying your orgasm. you look at him with tears in your eyes, the feeling of your appending climax fading.

“hurts s’bad rinn, need to cum!” you squirm in his grasp. he just gives your pussy a slap, making you yelp.

“you’re such a needy fucking slut, baby. be patient.” he warns, wiping the stray tears from your eyes. you wanted to scream at your boyfriend, but you knew it would only egg him on.

“i hate you…” you mumble.

“hmm, what was that?” his head perks up from your cunt.

“i said i love you, rin!” you give him a fake smile. he rolls his eyes. his tounge teasing your pussy again, making your head roll back into the mattress.

he edged you at least three more times. maybe four? you lost count.

you were panting, sweat certainly dripping down your brow. the sheets below you were fucking soaking. and you still hadn’t squirted yet. he was holding back and you knew it.

your eyes rolled back as his mouth abused your needy cunt, switching between his tongue rolling over your clit and taking it between his mouth, sucking and gently grazing his teeth over it.

all while his three large fingers repeatedly brush over your g spot, curling and straightening out over and over until you were screaming.

finally, fucking finally, just when you thought he was gonna pull away and watch you squirm, he just fucked you harder with his mouth and fingers.

your thighs shook around his head, almost scared you were gonna bust his head open. his fingers pumped into you relentlessly, your screams getting louder and louder as your vision starts to get hazy, seeing black spots from the sheer stimulation.

you moan his name, babbling random incoherent pleas as you clench around his fingers. your boyfriend had made you cum dozens of times before, but this time felt… different.

your eyes screw shut as you shake uncontrollably, feeling yourself release onto his mouth and fingers. you felt yourself pulse around him, hips rutting into his mouth.

“that’s it, doin’ so fuckin’ good for me, baby, look at you!” suna praises, clear liquid coating his chin and the sheets below you. you’re panting intensely, using all of your strength to sit up to look down at your boyfriend who was grinning like a fucking madman.

“told you i could do it”

great, now you owe him.

the bet was taking the day off tomorrow so he could fuck you all day in bed. in your defense you didn't actually expect him to make you squirt!! rintarou is such a mean bf :( (but you still love him)

masterlist check out my other suna stuff!! :)

a/n: ahh tysm for this ask!! <33 hehe sorry if it’s short but suna nation rise !!

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[star-rin]

⸺ MEAN BOYS WHO...

𝓲 — condom breaking, dubcon but noncon??, about mean boys who do something bad ;(, WRAP IT BEFORE U TAP OKAY STAY SAFE!

mean boys who.. are so smooth with getting you into bed. they love the way you feel against them and how they feel while inside of you.

mean boys.. who are kinda bummed you made them use a condom even though wanted to go fully raw inside of you, not like it matters because of how girthy they are. they practically not even wearing one from how thin it is.

mean boys who.. feel themselves getting closer to their climax, and it hits them when they feel you convulsing around them. the primal urge to cum inside you.. not in a condom but inside of you. their wish being granted just in time as they delivered the final thrust groaning and riding through their orgasm.

mean boys who.. look up at you, with a shocked face, and confusion-filled eyes; hissing as they pulled out. his eyes soon brighten up and a wide greedy smile pulls across their face. whoops! the condom broke and his dick is covered with his and your cum. no wonder you looked so shocked ;(

boys who... kuroo, eren, getou, mikey, jean, bokuto, hanma, gojo, rintdou, tsukishima, ran, toji, daichi, yuta...(ur choice)

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[yenqa]

20191009 I LIKE HER | timeskip!tsukkishima as your boyfriend

♫ – currently playing… mac demarco

warnings – tsukishima is kind of mean, periods, food, mentions of drinking, throwing up/vomiting, jokes of being stabbed in the stomach, profanities

pairing – tsukishima x fem!reader ☆

a/n – hi guys… hope u enjoy !!

yenqa © please do not copy, steal or translate.

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