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sakusa x reader - “filthy”

genre: smut

warnings: 18+ ; choking ; daddy kink ; mirror sex ; edging

word count: 446

18+ content under the cut.

imagine the intense trembles the run across your body as you struggle to keep yourself up on your fours because kiyoomi's attention feels so painfully good. his calloused finger gently traces the smooth curve of your back before finally finding solace on your dripping cunt that he pointedly ignored out of spite. he was an estranged paradox— his gentle touches contrasting his dark glare that promised to tear you down piece by piece until you're nothing but a babbling mess who only knows his cock.

"so filthy," he whispers near your ear with a tone that sent your poor cunt running with your slick. he runs his free hand along your hair with slow, languid strokes before he tightens into a painful grip and forces your head to stare at the sinful sight displayed by your bedroom mirror.

"look at yourself. such a dirty whore but you're my pretty, little whore, aren't you?"

you nodded eagerly. anything— you'd do anything to end this torture and have his hard, twitching cock ramming inside you. you know you looked pathetic— eyes red from the endless stream of tears that came with your whines but you couldn't help it. not when you could see kiyoomi's pretty cock so close where you wanted it to be.

"yoomi... please," you begged as you raised a trembling hand to meet kiyoomi's that rested threateningly around your neck.

"hm? what was that, love?"

kiyoomi couldn't help but coo condescendingly at your poor, pathetic self as he slowly tightened his hold on your neck. he could feel you gushing more and more at the feeling of your oxygen supply being cut.

"mm... want to cum, please.. daddy... please fuck me! i'd do anything for you," kiyoomi laughs at your slurred words as he swipes away your tears with his rough thumb.

"FUCK!" your silent scream was your only reply when he finally sheaths himself deep inside of you out of the blue. your wet heat makes it so easy for him to reach into places no one else could dream of reaching. you felt so pathetic as you felt the familiar coils tightening in your core. he's not even fucking you and you're already cumming? but you didn't care. no. your rolled back eyes and arched back was testament to that. what matters is that you're finally going to taste the sweet honey of your orgasm that kiyoomi was denying you for what felt like an eternity.

but then he pulls out and you could only whimper as kiyoomi leaves you alone in your bedroom with one final clash of sinister eyes and fucked out ones.

"filthy brats like you don't deserve to cum."

kageyama x reader - “locker room escapade”

genre: smut

warnings: 18+ ; blowjob ; public sex ; deepthroating ; praise

word count: 206

18+ content under the cut.

his large hand, rough from years of volleyball, cradled your head harshly as he thrusted his sensitive cock deep into your throat. your teary eyes met kageyama's briefly before he throws his head back with a muffled moan, clearly turned on by the erotic sight of you sucking his cock like there's no tomorrow. it hurts— dull pain settles on your abused jaw and you kept gagging every few seconds because fuck! he was so big and thick that your pretty little mouth couldn't help but choke on it.

"you're so fucking beautiful. sucking me like this— my good girl" he whispered softly as he ran a hand through your hair, admiring your puffed lips and drool stained chin. as if things couldn't be any better, you moaned around him, giving him tasteful vibrations that sent him over the edge. with his muscles tensed, he bit back a groan as strings of white shot through your waiting mouth.

like the whore you are, you swallowed all of it and kageyama's cock couldn't help but twitch at the sight of his good girl— broken praises mindlessly leaving his lips as he tried to get down his dizzying euphoria before someone catches you two in the locker room.

sugawara x reader - “love is real”

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 273

love is a social construct, you chant in your head as you passed by a young teenage couple making out in the middle of the street. love isn’t real, you mutter under your breath as their sappy and stupid laughter plagued your ears. love isn’t romantic, it’s overrated, you repeated for the nth time as if you’re trying to convince yourself of it. but then you remember him and you instantly halt your steps.

because who are you kidding? love is real. you know him! he had the smoothest voice and the prettiest eye crinkle when he smiles. he had rough hands that were much larger than your own and the sweetest voice when he praises you for the most mundane things. 

love is real, in fact too real, when you run a hand through his hair in a feeble attempt to comfort him as he did with you too many times or when he held your cold hands near his chest in a hopeless attempt to keep you warm when it did nothing but send you into a love induced shock.

so right now, in the middle of your jog, you stop. you didn’t want your nerves to tingle like a bunch of fireworks on a midsummer’s eve nor your heart to pound like the rapid beats of a drum but what can you do when you see love staring right at you with his beautiful hazel eyes and gentle smile waiting with his arms outstretched for you to come home to?

at that point, with legs weakened, you fully concede to defeat. love is real and his name is sugawara koushi.

bokuto x reader - “so madly, deeply in love with you”

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 1305

bokuto wonders what he did to deserve you.

it was the small, ordinary things that you do that sends his veins pulsing with newfound energy. just a fleeting glance at your form gives him a shot of adrenaline that he could only liken to the feeling he gets as he does an unstoppable spike but that would only sully your name. no. the feeling you give him is so much more. it's the still waters of a dam right before it bursts through in a rapid, gushing force that never fails to bring him to his knees.

even now, as he eyes your weary form that was faintly illuminated by the screen you've been staring at for god knows how long, he feels it. without knowing it, you sent sparks into his chest that bursts into undiluted devotion. bokuto bites his lip in a horrible attempt to stop the cheesy grin lighting up his face. god, he was so madly, deeply in love with you that it's a surprise he hasn't drowned himself with his own affections.

he has been teased a lot because of it but how can he not worship you when you're sitting there, being the embodiment of beauty itself?

you were sitting on the couch in one of his hoodies, effortlessly gorgeous with your hair tossed half-heartedly in a bun that was about to fall out any second now. you had your lips turned in an adorable pout as nimble fingers typed rhythmically as you attempted to finish one of the twenty-five requirements you had to pass this week. bokuto ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to calm his heart because he swore he ascended just from how adorable you looked at the moment.

for the nth time that day, bokuto wonders what he did to deserve you.

you always took care of him so well. on days he would come home from practice, all sore and tired, you would pepper him with kisses and soft praises and suddenly, he has the energy to fight the world. on days his insecurity would haunt him, you would cook him his comfort food and cuddle him under the comforts of your old, fur blanket until your scent and warmth make him forget everything but your name.

he was so fucking thankful that his mood swings and flaws didn't push you away. instead, you embraced them and made them the reason you stay.

if you felt even just a fraction of his feelings of adoration every time you do the little things for him, you would be jumping all over the place along with him. bokuto perks up at the thought. this was it. this was the award-winning idea. bokuto hid the giddy giggle that threatened to rise from his throat before he sneaked into the kitchen.

"yaki- yaki- yakiniku! i'm going to make yakiniku!" he sang happily with a small sway in his hips as he began pouring half a bottle of oil in the pan.

for a second, his smile dropped. he doesn't really know how to cook but how hard can it be? just like that, his smile was back with twice the luminosity as before.

"y/n..." you snapped out of your focused daze to look at bokuto, your eyebrows instinctively being drawn together as you recognized his sad whimpers.

"baby," you held your hand up to cup his cheek which provided little to no solace for him. now, this was worrisome. on most days, bokuto only needed for your skin to touch before his mood lightens up but it seems that today was not one of those days, "what's wrong?"

"i just wanted to take care of you as you do with me but..." they say that it's the thought that matters and for a moment, you truly believed so. all stress that strayed inside your head miraculously faded in the speed of light and transformed into this warmth that made you awfully giddy. god, what did you do to deserve him?

"what happened? i promise i won't get mad..."

bokuto stared at you for a moment, silently judging if you were lying before finally deciding that you weren't and showing you what he held behind his back. the sight instantly made you laugh so hard that tears sprung up from the corner of your eyes. bokuto blinked owlishly before smiling widely. he might have completely charred the beef into an indistinguishable, black mass but at least you were smiling and that's enough for him.

"i'm sorry... i wanted to make you yakiniku because you always make me some when i'm tired. every time you cook for me, i immediately get energized but i messed it up, didn't i?"

you grinned at his sheepish smile before opening your arms in a silent invitation. you didn't know if it was your sleep depravity induced hallucination but you swore you saw a tail wagging before he ran straight for a hug, plate long forgotten in the corner of the coffee table.

"i love you so much..." you muttered into his hair with teary eyes because there's only so much love and gratitude a human can contain before you burst into a sobbing, messy glob, "having you here is enough to energize me."

bokuto attempted to bury himself deeper into you to hide his flustered but dopey state, "don't say stuff like that."

"oh? and why is that? you always say the same sappy shit, if not worse.."

you looked down at your pouting boyfriend who was now looking up at you, cheeks tinted with a pretty light peach that made him look so irresistible. bokuto whined as you pushed his cheeks together before you littered his face with kisses.

"it's unfair! you do these little things and i forget how to function. that's not cool at all," you raised a brow in amusement, ears straining to hear his last sentence, "i want to always be cool in your eyes."

you weren't a stranger to bokuto's moments of insecurity. he would come near you out of the blue, asking you why you stay with him when you could have someone better. you still remember the jabs of pain that you felt when he told you he didn't feel enough for you. sometimes you wished he could see himself in your eyes because nothing in this world could ever top what the both of you had. nothing could compare to him and the comfort his mere presence gives you. truly? it's you who's lucky to have him, not the other way around.

"y'know, you're always cool in my eyes. you're cool every morning when i wake up just to find you staring at me with the brightest grin," you pushed back his hair that he decided to let down for once before pressing a chaste kiss on his forehead.

bokuto watched silently as you gingerly tangled your hands with his, the sparks in his veins growing in intensity, "you're cool when you cheesily point at me after you spike each ball. and you know what?"

"what?" bokuto silently asked back, contrasting his usual loud demeanor and the quick drum of his heart.

"you're the coolest when you look after me like this."

bokuto giggled before hugging you infinitely tighter. you didn't have the heart to tell him that he was probably crushing your bones, not when he is so full of glee as he should always be.

"i'm not the smartest guy but..." you swore you saw the light as you heard his next words, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he teased your flushed form, "i notice every little thing you do and feel. i guess i just love you that much, huh?"

god fucking damn, bokuto would be the end of you. in a good way, of course.

atsumu x reader - “ready for our date?”

genre: fluff?

warnings: slightly suggestive at the end

word count: 871

notes: inspired by that one tiktok i found while browsing through facebook

a part of you knew you shouldn't be doing this but you can't help it. you're only human and humans are weak to spontaneous ideas.

"this is just an experiment. surely he wouldn't be too mad if it's for science," you mumbled to yourself, a mischievous smile starting to bloom as you applied the last bit of your make-up.

finally standing up from the corner of your room, you sent one last glance at the mirror. an excited giggle unintentionally left your lips as you held your phone up, ready to record the events that would occur just a few seconds from now.

time to put on your acting face, dove.

"babe?" you drawled out the last syllable as you called for atsumu.

"on the couch!"

you let out a silenced evil cackle before resuming your confident persona as you approached the living room. as expected, he was lounging around in nothing but his sweatpants, legs propped up in the arms of the couch while he laughs over some random meme someone sent him. you paused for a moment, wondering if he's going to turn to look at you but his eyes never left the screen of his phone.

and you're about to change that.

"babe?" you called out casually, your eyes glancing at the phone you tried to hold as inconspicuously as possible.

"what?"

you felt irked that he's not looking at you after all that effort you did to make yourself presentable but you ignored that in favor of approaching him to run a dainty, freshly polished, hand across his muscular arm, "i'm ready."

"ready for what?" atsumu finally looked up at you only to drop his phone in shock as he eyed your sultry smile and form.

"wow. ya look good, babe. really good." you almost doubled over in laughter as you watched atsumu's dazed eyes trailing up and down your body suggestively. even so, you couldn't stop the bright smile that lit your face as atsumu sent you his own cute, toothy, lovestruck smile.

"well, i take it that you like how i look-"

"love, babe. i love how sexy ya look." you rolled your eyes at the appearance of his soft, sappy persona. it's rare for him to not be a complete joke of an asshole as he pretty much made it his goal to piss you off every single waking moment. it almost made you consider doing this more often just to get a glance at this cute side of his.

"thank you but aren't we going to be late?"

atsumu blinked once, then twice before finally asking, "late? what d'ya mean?"

you faked a gasp, raising a brow at him which seemed to trigger his alarms as he immediately sat up straight, grabbing your hand and rubbing little circles on it with his thumb as if saying 'please don't kill me.' you stifled a laugh as you realized that atsumu's soft eyes were now blown wide in panic.

"don't tell me you forgot... you told me you're taking me out on a date!"

he didn't reply, too busy churning the cogs of his head. did he invite you for one? when? he does admit that he has a thing for spontaneity and that he doesn't have the best memory. ironic, yes but his brain is too full of volleyball-related things to process anything else. still, he can't get over how he forgot such a big thing especially after seeing all the effort you did to dress up and look pretty.

he scratched his head. this was bad. terribly bad.

"baby?" atsumu raised his head and immediately showed you a bright smile contrasting the nerves he was feeling inside.

"'course not! how can i forget anything related to my baby?" lies. you were tempted to remind him of that one time he left you at the mall because he forgot you came with him but the show must go on.

"stay here, 'kay? i'm just gonna change my clothes. be back in ten!"

before he could go out of the room, you called for him. giving him a hug which was just an excuse to lean on him because you were losing your shit so bad, you almost flipped over.

"babe?" for once, atsumu wondered if you have gone insane.

"don't worry, 'tis just a prank!"

atsumu took a second and a half to process it before letting out a sigh of relief. but at the same time, he let his gaze linger on your form that was now awkwardly slumped over the couch in a very odd attempt to calm down.

"since yer all dressed up anyway, we might as well go out."

now this got you back, "wait. what?"

"stay there."

"wait. atsumu..." you looked at him in shock as the beginning of his cocky smile began to form at your flustered state, "no shit?"

"no shit," he laughed and you couldn't help but gulp as he suddenly looked at you with his hooded eyes that did nothing to hide his darker intentions.

"i wasn't lying when i said ya looked great but i know ya’ll look better when we come back home with nothin' on."

needless to say, your tiktok went viral.

kita x reader - “captain”

genre: smut

warnings: 18+ ; thigh riding ; captain kink ; praise

word count: 408

18+ content under the cut.

he should be used to it by now.

there was nothing special with the word you subconsciously whimpered in your pleasure-induced daze but there was something with the way the name rolled of your tongue like sweet, sweet honey that made him throw his head back, warm blood rushing straight into his already impossibly hard cock.

"say it again," kita whispered into your ear as he squeezed your thighs to affirm his command, his fingers leaving harsh crescent trails in its wake.

"fuck— captain!" you marveled at the loud groan you managed to elicit from the normally stoic man, "just a little more! i'm gonna cum!"

"good girl. cum for me, yeah?"

you rocked your hips on his thigh desperately, forgetting all the niceties of rhythm and build-up. it was so close. you could feel your orgasm rising in your core like fizz slowly bursting through the seams. you forgot everything but that euphoric feeling, each drop of shame that had lingered in your brain as you moaned like a bitch in heat every time you felt your slick dripping down kita's bare thigh being thrown to the dark, forgotten corners of your brain.

"you're so good to me," kita mumbled into your chest before taking your perked up nipple into his mouth to nibble at, something that made you whimper in pure delight.

you took a brief glance down and it seems that it was all you needed to grab the tasteful fruit of overwhelming pleasure just right over the edge. you kept falling and falling into what to you felt like endless galaxies of hot sparks with nothing but the sight of kita's twitching, angry cock to ground you back to reality.

all of him just for you. fuck, no one can understand how much you need him inside of you right now.

"captain, please..."

kita halted his ministrations on your breast in favor of planting a sweet, sloppy kiss on your swollen lips as soon as he heard the beginnings of your pretty, little begs.

"you're so beautiful, my perfect princess..." he muttered into you as he slowly lifted you up before slowly plunging into you, your loud moans being muffled by his mouth that not for once left yours.

"i'm going to make you feel so good, ok?" you could only nod half-heartedly as the coil you have grown familiar with began tightening up once more with each deep thrust he sends into you.

kenma isn’t the most affectionate. no, he has about the social capability of a radish. there’s so much he wants to do but there’s this nagging feeling that maybe his actions are unwanted. maybe he’s disturbing you. maybe he’s being a burden. maybe he’s not enough. maybe you deserved better. but still, the selfish desire to have you close, skin touching as he pulls you impossibly close to his chest with his chin resting on your shoulder as he nuzzles his face into your hair. he lives for this. he never needs to be vocal with you because you know. you know that kenma sharing his phone with you so you could play together is him opening up his world, his safe space and that’s more than you could ask for. more than he could ask for. so for that, kenma bites back all sense of doubt in him because none of that matters when you glow at the mere mention of bonding with him. kenma isn’t the most affectionate. no, he has the social capability of a radish but even radishes can get uprooted from under the soil.

akaashi is the type to bring you to a study date, look up from his book to find you doing anything but studying, smile because you’re too cute and he’s so in love, look back down, grab a journal and write some prose (on good days he actually makes a poem with rhyme and measure) because he cannot hold this much emotion in him. it needs to go somewhere. you never know about his little habit until you get married and are moving into your new home and you saw this very oddly placed box full of his small declarations of love throughout the years. akaashi isnt the most vocal but he does have these heartwrenching show of affection that make up for it (not that he needs to. his presence is a blessing itself)

crown prince kageyama who grew up believing that strict implementation of rules and maintenance of standards would cause the kingdom to flourish. when his time as king comes, he sees just how much the people suffer because of the laws set in stone by his predecessors. now he is confused with what is right and wrong and what is more important: duty or history. in the middle of a breakdown, he runs away to the forest and stumbles upon a small orphanage managed by a gardener with a dazzling smile who slowly helps him decide which course to take for the future of the country.

hnngggg i had this dream thats stuck in my head but i dont have the time to write bc of this stupid comic strip project that makes me want to snap my neck. but! the story goes with tendou as an old forgotten god who couldnt exist (or not exist) in peace because his name is still being spoken. just not in prayers. his name is used as a form of mockery and because of the lack of belief in him, no matter how much he wants to set the world ablaze, he couldnt. in an effort to ignore the pain in his chest, he retreated for over a hundred years in the comforts of a forest that he enchanted to look cursed. flash forward to the kinda middle ages, you and your brother, ushijima, were born into a happy farmer family. because of some messed up tradition, your luck just landed you into the sacrificial virgin role and you are sent into the forest as a sacrifice for good harvest (because dumb folkmen thought that the god living in there is not the same god they insult on a daily basis). you enter the forest expecting to get eaten by some monster but instead found yourself stuck inside a semi-crumbling house with a god who acts like a toddler because you are the first person to pray for him and he’s incredibly attention starved please help him. (bonus trivia! the story becomes this weird domestic relationship with the two of you and tendou playfully calls you his wife while ushijima ocassionally visits you and teaches tendou how to farm so now you have an incredibly fertile soil and a weird humongous hybrid plant that keeps growing and is slowly becoming your conscious plant child that is destined to save the world. goddamn it tendou)

“akaaaaaaashiiiiii!!!! this is it!!! what if this is the solution to climate change???!!?”

“bokuto-san, that’s a carrot.”

“...”

“...”

“yes but what if?”

it’s so stupid, really but daichi couldn’t help but grin as he watched you re-apply your lipstick from the corner of his eyes. he didn’t know why you even bother when all of it is going to be smudged off from his affections anyway. not that he’s complaining, the rouge on your lips, the gold on your cute neck that he so badly wants to hold and finally, your tight black dress that showed off your thighs, the same ones he couldn’t help but hold even when he knows he should be holding the wheel. the loud revving of the engine enters his ears but it’s nothing compared to the fire inside of him. you have no business being so gorgeous when you’re doing nothing but sit still in his compact luxary car. oh the things he’d like to do.

hehehe. kyoutani beaming when you pat his head (he’ll never admit to this). kyoutani snarling at your pet because they’re hogging all the attention (also will never admit to this). kyoutani resting his head in your lap and nuzzling into your tummy because your warmth scares all negativity away (you got him to admit this once and its never happening again). soft kyoutani 😩❤️

oh god. hate sex with iwaizumi. thats it. i have peaked. imagine hate sex with iwaizumi who really hates your guts. he’d place his hands on your neck and p r e s s. he’ll literally re-arrange your guts because god fucking damn, he has no use for you and the brat shit you’re pulling. the only redeeming property you have is that you have holes he can abuse however he likes bc you’re such a fucking whore.

hinata’s hands were always warm. well, he is warmth embodied but there’s something different today. there’s something uniquely him in the gentle tugs he gives you as he tries to untangle the knots in ypur hair. there’s something special with the little giggles he lets out when his fingers graze ever so slightly against your neck. there’s something fascinating in the incoherent words he mumbled as he pinned your hair the same way he used to do with his little sister. there’s something soft and warm and lovely in this moment with him and nothing could compare. not when he grinned at you when he was done, eyes twinkling brighter than any star as he pulled you infinitely close in his steady arms, one of his hands resting securely around your waist and the other, fiddling with the pin on your head.

bokuto is the type to get into whatever shit his s/o would get into. you’re into kpop? watch him wheeze after coughing up a perfect cypher from your fav group in foreign tongue. you’re into theater plays? he memorized your favorite play’s songs and he sings in randomly within the day. you’re into writing? he’s not going to write but he is going to read your works and actually give feedback esp the emotional scenes. he also always says the dumbest shit that becomes your next big idea. just bokuto being so supportive of his s/o because that should be the standard for everyone. (also he’s highly competitive and he’s always trying to one up you in everything. that includes support bc yknow, you never miss any of his games and you always cheer him up and ok bye.)

sakusa x reader - “midnight milk troubles”

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 839

notes: first part of my christmas special? one story each day until the 25th

theme: hot chocolate

the cold december winds brought comfort to you and you knew you needed every ounce of it as you could get. as you huddled closer to your thick, fluffy comforter, you wondered if this was what heaven was like. cold air brushing against your skin, warm christmas lights illuminating in the background, soft joyful songs playing from your neighbor's playlist, and finally, some peace as you hid away from the world that seems to be intent on ruining every day of your life. it was probably around midnight but recently, your days ended up being much longer than what it should be so when you finally felt your eyes drooping into a close, you were relieved.

now, if only you could actually get some well-deserved sleep.

a sharp ring made you jump up from your fetal position and a massive onslaught of dizziness made you hiss out a curse. glaring at your phone, you made it ring a little longer out of spite. serves whoever that is for dragging you away from the comforts of sleep back to hell itself. only when you noticed who was calling did you actually make a move to answer it.

"y/n."

"omi."

a long pause.

"i'm out of milk."

you blinked, processing what your beloved boyfriend just said, "that is... unfortunate."

another long pause.

"buy."

"excuse me? what was that?" this has got to be a joke or maybe some really weird dream that you want to wake up from asap.

"buy me milk."

you don't know if you should laugh at omi's deadpan tone or if you should finally put your murdering skills that you totally didn't learn from crappy horror films into use.

"okay. i'll go tomorrow—"

"no. go out now."

"omi, it's two o'clock in the morning."

"and?"

"i need sleep?"

"you can sleep after bringing me milk."

"..."

"most shops would be close."

"the convenience store near your house is open 24/7."

"..."

"listen," you little shit— “if you really want milk right now, then go buy some yourself because i am not getting out to buy milk in the dead of the night in the middle of winter."

"i can't do that. i'll get sick."

"and i wouldn't? am i your sacrificial lamb?" you were this close to combusting.

"...you can put it that way."

"oh my god, omi!"

"..kidding. just get the milk."

"no, you listen here mister because i'm not about to repeat myself-" you were getting into a really long rant but the familiar beep of the call being ended reached your ears first.

.

.

.

.

.

"you freaking jerk! sakusa kiyoomi i swear to god i'm going to murder you!"

except... you didn't quite do that. after cursing and killing sakusa in your head for five minutes straight, you felt compelled to actually see through his demands. what kind of witchcraft does he involve himself in? anyway, you ended up buying his godforsaken milk and are now enroute to his apartment that was quite frankly, quite a bit away from yours.  ah, the lengths you do for love and sakusa's devilishly charming appeal. when you do finally arrive at his doorstep, you were sure that your temperature would be around subzero but that's okay. so long as you get sakusa his goddamn milk, right?

now, after all that effort, you would expect that sakusa would give you, at the bare minimum, a thank-you tiny smile or even a long-distance peck but no. you received a spray of lysol in your face and a demand that you strip and wash yourself. it was understandable, for safety reasons, but he could have been nicer. begrudgingly, you followed your extremely loveable, soft, and beautifully rude but still caring boyfriend that you are mad crazy about.

after finishing your bath, you expected to be murdered or something but instead, you were pleasantly surprised as you see a slightly flustered sakusa lifting his arms for a hug and a very inviting cup of hot cocoa on the coffee table and really, who are you to refuse? even god wouldn't. so as any sane human being, you ran into his arms, taking in his scent, fresh linen with hints of faded scented alcohol, and purred. your bedroom was nothing compared to this. as sakusa's warmth enveloped you, your frustration about the whole scenario faded into nothing. no amount of tire would ever be equal to the satisfaction of being held close against his very soft hoodie and his beating heart.

"i missed you," normally, you would never hear such words from the big man himself but i suppose the distance could break even the strongest people. god fucking damn it all. you're a simp for sakusa and you were sure as hell proud of it, "i heard from your friends that you liked hot cocoa so i made you one. but... i ran out of milk."

for the first time that night, you smiled, "that's fine. i'll buy a million cartons of milk in the cold if it'll lead me close to you."

osamu x reader - “addition”

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 711

notes: this has a sequel in atsumu’s point of view entitled “another addition”

osamu promised himself he wouldn't cry.

no. he wouldn't give his twin brother the ammunition he needs to forever shame him. he told himself he wouldn't cry but as looked down at the small, tiny human being in his arms, he couldn't help but notice just how minuscule their hand is. he reached out, hesitant, but as if the baby felt the presence of their father, they reached out and latched onto osamu's pinky. it was at that moment that he thought, 'fuck it'. no amount of the humiliation he'll get from his brother's jokes will ever come close to the feeling of joy and love in his heart. the baby was so tiny. their baby. his baby. his own flesh and blood. osamu's eyes crinkled as tears cascaded down his cheeks towards their conjoined hands. he bit his lip, in an effort to stop the stupid sobs that threatened to come out of his shaking lips but to no avail, they escaped anyways. but he paid it no mind. not really. not when his pride and joy was touching him in this intimate moment only they shared.

"'samu..." he couldn't look at you because he wanted to spare some dignity to himself. he's supposed to be stronger than this. he's a father now, for christ's sake!

god. he's a father now. he'll need to repeat this a few more times before it fully sinks in. never in a million years did he see this as his life but now that he's here, there's no way he'd ever regret this. osamu's body shook as he leaned his head closer towards their hands. his forehead gently nudged the baby's soft skin, tears never stopping its flow. the baby was warm. it was different from your hugs that were always tight and comforting. no, it was foreign and fragile but it was home. osamu smiled brightly at that. this was home too.

"thank you," osamu reached his free hand to hold yours, "thank you for this. thank you for giving me a child. thank you for making me a father. thank you for making us a family. i love you. god, i really love you. what did i do to deserve you two?"

you gripped his hand tighter, tears unable to stop flowing from your eyes as well. no. you couldn't after seeing your man look so vulnerable and so happy at the same time. it was this gesture that made osamu look at you, glass-eyed and voice shaking but ever firm and determined, "i will protect the two of you. i'll provide for you, love you, and make sure you're always happy. i promise. i love you. i love you two so, so much. i can't—"

"i know 'samu," you were surprised you could say that much from the uncontrollable sobs that wrecked your body. his eyes twinkled brighter than any star you have come across and its intensity sent a thousand fluttering explosions in your chest. he was so good to you. he always was and you have no doubt that he would be good to your little babe as well.

"my baby, no, our baby... you're finally here... freaking real... this ain't a dream..." osamu mumbled to himself as he caressed the small tuft of hair at the top of their head before moving his hand to their chest, feeling the rapid beating of their heart. just like that, osamu lost all of his calm and fully broke down into a sobbing mess.

fuck. never, not even once, in his life did osamu think that something was missing. not since you came along but this? this ardor, this protectiveness, this joy, this wholeness was beyond anything his words could describe. it was as if the stars joined together to make this dream a reality. because that was what this was. it was a dream. and it came true. he now had a tiny bundle of joy in his arms and a loving partner to stand by his side. he couldn't believe it still but there was no going back now. not like he had any intention of doing so, of course.

his life couldn't be more perfect and yet here he was. and you know? it's all thanks to you.

atsumu x reader - “another addition”

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count:  1110

note: has a semi-prequel about osamu entitled “addition”

atsumu was ready to send his brother to hell. he had a whole set of 'crybaby' jokes he was ready to fire. in fact, his first line was supposed to be 'yo sister-in-law! how's the mother of two babies feelin'?' or something along the lines. but when atsumu entered his sister-in-law's hospital room, the sight that greeted him was his twin brother smiling widely as he stared star-eyed at the tiny baby in his arms that was carefully hidden away in a bundle of blankets. the sight was foreign and weird. it brought shivers in his spine. 'samu? going soft? dang. goddamn world must be ending. he'll never admit it however but the sight warmed his heart. all insults that he was supposed to fire was long forgotten in the back of his throat because his nephew was just a few meters away from him. can you imagine that? his nephew! he was an uncle now!

he watched his family interact. yes. this was his family now and just thinking about how there's another member in it made him so happy he can't even begin to think of words to describe it. the tightness in his chest returned when he heard his 'samu coo at the baby, the grin never leaving his face. he looked so bright and happy even if the dark bugs underneath his eyes reminded him of all the restless nights they spent together trying to quell his anxieties about being a father. atsumu would never say anything about it though because the rare times they let themselves be vulnerable around each other was simply theirs to share.

atsumu wasn't the one who became a father but looking at his twin who he shared his entire with this happy? with the joy he felt, he might as well be.

the nagging curiosity made him break his silence and he approached the two cautiously like a prey nearing unknown territory. osamu tensed and he almost laughed at how protective he was already but he bit back his tongue because this was a special moment and he'll be damned if he was the one to ruin it.

"oh. it's you..." it sounds unwelcoming but the fact that osamu didn't immediately throw him out the window meant something.

"yeah..." atsumu felt awkward for the first time in forever, "sorry i'm late."

"it's fine," atsumu smiled softly. the osamu he knew would've laughed at him by now but this wasn't that osamu anymore. he supposes he'll need some more time to adjust to this new guy after all, "knew ya were busy and all. thanks for dropping by."

"it ain't a big deal."

the silence was deafening to atsumu but it also strangely comforted him. osamu probably noticed his tenseness and huffed amusedly before standing up from his seat in the far corner of the room, "do ya want to hold them?"

atsumu is ashamed of the face he made but it wouldn't be an overstatement to say that his jaw literally dropped and his eyes popped out of their sockets as he stumbled over his words like a fish out of water, "no! i— uh... it's fine. i don't mean to intrude."

"stop being such a wuss. c'mere," the father-like tone that came from the demand almost made atsumu double over but he bit that back and reluctantly, very much so, approached the duo. carefully, osamu transferred the baby into his arms and adjusted atsumu's arms so that he was holding them properly. atsumu took a gulp before adjusting the blankets that covered the baby's face. he didn't know why but he expected a monster to greet him and osamu to laugh and tell him it was all a prank even when he knew that it's impossible. he, after all, watched over osamu's pregnant wife for quite a few times.

releasing a shaky breath, atsumu stared at a familiar eye shape and a familiar nose and a familiar lips. atsumu was staring at a miniature osamu! atsumu couldn't help but laugh as he realized just how similar the babe looked with osamu and by relation, him. it left him feeling something weird. his heartbeat raced as he mirrored the same grin osamu was wearing earlier. his eyes filled with fondness and wonder. god, he was such a sight.

"'tsumu?"

atsumu didn't spare osamu a glance, too focused on watching the baby that was blindly gripping the air for something "what?"

"yer crying," atsumu looked up in a flash, instantly recognizing the wetness in his cheeks and the knowing smile osamu had that was for once, not holding any malicious intent. the look of understanding comforted him by the slightest. with a huff, he looked back down, not even trying to wipe away the trails of his tears since they weren't about to stop any time soon.

"i'm so happy. i'm happy for you. i really am," osamu softened at his twin's words and hummed in acknowledgment.

"i know. i'm happy too."

. . .

"oh? you're home?" you asked as atsumu suddenly hugged you from behind. you didn't notice that he was back home, too busy cooking the stew on the stove. he came back early. well, it was pretty late actually but you thought he'll end up staying the night there so he is technically early.

"'tsumu?" you called out, "you okay? did something happen?"

upon receiving no response, you turned off the stove and maneuvered your body so you were looking at him. you held his face in between your hands, eyes worriedly searching for any hints of distress only to see none but a strange far-away look that seemed oddly passionate, "'tsumu?"

"..."

"hey, talk to me. i'm getting worried."

"..."

"atsumu?"

"let's have a baby."

you dropped your hands from his face, eyes blinking as you processed what he said. atsumu misinterpreted your actions and frantically tried to explain himself, "before ya think of breakin' up with me, i'm not forcing this to ya. i just thought that we're in a good place and we're ready to start somethin' new. i held 'samu's baby and i can't help but think about holding our baby. he'd have your eyes and nose and- anyway, he'll look so perfect because he's ours. imagine that y/n! our baby i can't even begin-"

"about that 'tsumu..." atsumu stopped his rant, anxious about your anxious expression. he was ready to kneel and apologize for his presumptuous words but you held his hands instead.

"aha... ahahahaha. well uh— this is not how i planned to tell you but uh—" you handed him a certain something that atsumu gaped at for god knows how long, "surprise i guess?"

rip to all our potential s/o who just wouldn’t be enough. not when they’re not ushiwaka using his big, veiny hands to grip every patch of skin he could see in the dimly lit room he rented as your tongues intertwine, a trail of your spit connecting the both of you as you part with hazy eyes from the sheer heat and intensity of the prologue.