Fly On The Wall

sgudhsjssj i love ur blog <3 was hoping if i could request a small fic where kyōtani gets horny late at night and asks f!reader to sit on his face and ‘smut’ ensues ?1??1? ahh i hope this was okay lol <3 have a good day ʕ￫ᴥ￩ʔ

KYŌTANI K. + FACE-SITTING —

c/w: f. reader; pet name “puppy”; hint of daddy kink; face-sitting; hair-pulling; pinch of manhandling

you’re home late one night // slipping into bed next to a half-awake kyou // he immediately pulls you into his side // hot chest pressed tight against yours n his cock starting to chub at the thought of fucking you

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“couldn’t sleep without you, baby girl,” he murmurs, sliding a warm hand over your hip, fingertips just dipping and teasing under the waistband of your shorts.

“‘kenta.” your voice is a whiny whisper in the almost dark, knowing exactly where this leads— where it always leads when he gets needy and handsy like this.

“c’mon, puppy. let me taste you, yeah?” his hand dips fully under your shorts, grabbing a handful of your ass and dragging you towards him. his hips roll into your thigh, grinding his cock against your leg like a horny little dog. “please, baby, just want to make you cum in my mouth.”

with the way he pleads so softly, you give in, tugging his face to yours to finally kiss him. his lips scratch a little, slightly chapped from his constant biting on them, but it feels good, rawing your own and making them swollen.

“want you on my face, baby girl, please. hop on up here for me,” he groans, helping you wiggle out of your shorts and up to straddle his pretty face. “just want to make you cum, puppy. use my mouth, c’mon.”

perched on his face, you have the perfect view to admire him from — his fat cock hard against his thigh, the muscles in his stomach clenching as he cants his hips up into thin air.

he flattens his tongue and licks a broad, hot swath up your puffy cunt, poking the tip of his tongue to tease your little hole. he hones in on your swollen clit immediately, suckling on it hard, so, so eager to make you cum.

the swirling of his tongue makes you keen, one hand reaching behind you to fist his hair, desperately clinging onto something as you hump his soft lips. kyoutani moans at the hard pull on his roots, the sound muffled into your cunt as he harshly drags you down by the hips, burying his face entirely.

you whine and hiccup, all needy for your daddy, “gonna cum, ‘kenta- please, daddy, ‘m gonna m- make a mess.”

“nuh-uh, puppy,” he laughs and pulls away.

kyoutani knows he’s got you right where he wants you, teetering and desperate to cum. the grip he has on your waist tightens suddenly as he lifts you off of his face, tossing you to the side with a little squeal as you bounce on the mattress.

the cocky grin he gives you is shiny and wet, eyes dark as he moves over you. “’m not done with you yet.” <//3

forced quiet sex is such a turn on. covering your little mouth, telling you to shut the fuck up while your muffled whines escape through my fingers. only fucking harder into you out of anger for not being quiet

this broke my heart 😭 can i please be added to the taglist? ty!! 💗

Chapter 3

sypnosis: you and your boyfriend, Bokuto had a fight the day before the training camp in Tokyo and it was all because of a girl carrying rumors that left the both of you in bad terms. Will the ace and the manager immediately resolve this issue, or will they keep it that way until for who knows when?

✦ genre: angst, fluff

✦ word count: 3.7k

✦ warnings: reader’s heartbreak

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chapter 2…

Bokuto released a deep sigh, blaming himself for every stupid thing he’s done to you. “I fucking hate myself.” He holds his hips as he scrunched his eyebrows in distress. You would always laugh at his craziness and he’d even do it deliberately if it makes you happy. Out of each of them, this could be the stupidest and the saddest one yet.

“You reap what you sow.” Aiko stated and grabs her phone to check the time. “And you better get ready for tomorrow.”

That’s enough scolding for someone who already admits their fault.

He pouts, his eyes full of hope. “Is y/n-chan going to be there?”

“She’s not coming.”

DAY ONE: Training Camp

The night breaks into dawn. It was serene and the weather was perfect for the start of the training camp. People are snuggled into bed, still in slumber, and yet the volleyball clubs from different schools are already on their way to spend the week fortifying themselves.

Coach Yamiji speaks entirely of pure motivation to keep Fukurodani at their greatest forms. He had always encouraged them right before they showcase their willpower on the court.

However, the coach’s word doesn’t seem to be effective on the ace. All of them are steeled except for him. Bokuto stands beside his teammates, in a deep trance. He was unusually quiet for some reason, and it concerned the whole volleyball club.

Also, it was too early for him to be in his emo mode. Unless something or someone had provoked him to be that way.

But this wasn’t his typical emo mode either.

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❝ The lights are on, there’s no one here. Puffing with the dragons, I’m livin’ for the thrill, formula. ❞

— Formula, Labrinth

KINKTOBER 14: kita shinsuke — quickie.

notes: 18+, nsfw, aged up, established relationship

wc: 1121

“How’s your grandmother, Kita?” Your mother smiled, her eyes twinkling at the sight of your boyfriend beside you. The look that your parents gives him has never failed to make your heart flutter. They do love him for you.

Kita settled his utensils on his plate. He dabbed the sides of his mouth with a tissue before answering politely. “She’s been well, Mrs. Y/M/N. However, her doctor advised us to keep her confined in her room for a while, so she could regain her strength.”

“Oh, is that so?” Your mother frowned. “The next time you visit, please don’t forget to bring her. I have so many things to ask your grandma.”

Kita chuckled, soft and virile. “I will.”

The dinner went on with your parents asking Kita about anything under the sun. They sure like to hear his voice. You couldn’t blame them, though. Kita knows how to speak to elders, given that he’s been taken care of by his grandmother ever since he was a kid. His politeness just comes out naturally— an attitude you always take pride in whenever you tell stories about him to your relatives and friends.

“So, how’s your relationship with our daughter going so far, Kita?” This time, it’s your father who spoke.

You tensed on your seat as Kita placed his palm on your inner thighs, a little bit higher than he’d normally go to whenever you eat dinner with your parents. By the action, you look at him, widening your eyes as a warning. Kita gave you a sideway glance, a ghost of a smirk adorning his pretty lips.

“We’ve been well, Mr. Y/F/N. She’s been lovely since day one,” he said, squeezing the skin of your inner thigh. You suddenly looked down to bite your lower lip. He knew too well how touching that part of your body would make you feel. What is he planning to do?

Your father hummed in approval. “Is that true, Y/N?”

Snapping your head towards your father, you sucked in a breath inconspicuously. “Y… yes.”

Across from you, your mother clapped her hands together. “Aren’t they lovely?” she cooed. “Brings me back to the time your father was still head-over-heels with me.”

Your father chuckled and leaned closer to her. “I still am, love.” They giggled and chuckled.

“Kita, have you tasted the salad—” You came in a halt as he leaned closer. His breath fanning your ear, tickling you. The feeling left electric shocks down your stomach.

“You looked good in that dress,” he whispered, “I can’t wait to fuck you in it.” Then his hands traveled up to your clothed cunt. Kita brushed his pinky against the soft material, earning a small gasp from you. You couldn’t help but squirm, therefore locking his hand in your inner thighs. However, Kita yanked your leg open as he continued to rub your clothed pussy.

“Oh, darling, we’ve totally forgotten about our visitor,” your mother suddenly gasped, making you jolt in your seat. Kita pulled his hand away, once again flashing your mother his infamous well-mannered smile.

“It’s alright, Mrs. Y/M/N. I don’t really mind.”

“You’re always so sweet, Kita,” your mother fawned. “Now, why don’t you show him around, Y/N?”

“Alright, what was that?” Upon closing your bedroom door, you sauntered up to Kita with the question leaving your mouth.

Your boyfriend smiled before pulling you towards him. Kita cupped your cheeks as he stared at your eyes. “Damn,” he cursed. The word made your stomach tingle. Cursing isn’t one of his characteristics. He only does that whenever he’s agitated… or whenever he’s going deeper inside you. “I wanna fuck you so bad.”

“You know, we can’t. They’re downstairs,” you teased him, brushing your nose with his.

In one fluid motion, Kita turned you around so your back was pressed against his chests. He placed a firm grip on your waists as he pushed his clothed bulge into your ass. “We don’t have to be loud, though.” His hands traveled to your thighs, and up to your waistband. “We’ll be quick,” he says as he pulls your panties down. Your cheeks automatically heated up by the feel of air against your wet cunt.

“Kita,” you breathed, anticipation high up on the roof. You could feel your cunt throbbing in utter lewdness. And having Kita’s dick buried in you would make it shut up. “Fuck,” muttered you as he slid his cock inside your wetness.

Kita reclined his forehead on your shoulder blades as he picked up his pace. “You’re so wet.” The slicky sounds of your pussy being penetrated by his hard member resonated through the room. You had to brace yourself behind the door as he plunges into you deeper.

“Kita— ah!” you squealed as Kita reached for you clit from behind. He started to rub your bud as he fucks you from behind. “Ah, slower!”

He panted, grip on your waists tightening. “I can’t. You know I can’t.”

“But…” you exhaled, “If you— ah— continue like that, I won’t— ah— contain myself!” Your cheek was pressed against the door, your back bending to give Kita the opening he wants so bad. He was pounding into you now. The slap of skin to skin audible in the four corners of your room. “Kita!”

“Yes,” he whispered as he leaned closer, “Louder. Let your parents hear how dirty you are for me.” His rubbing turned harsh and his pace didn’t slow down. At this rate, you would have a hard time containing your moans. And the crudeness really didn’t help.

“I— I’m coming—” you choked, feeling the orgasm building up to your abdomen.

“How would they—” Kita puffed out breath, “react, if they caught you drooling while I fuck you?”

“Please, Kita!” you cried. He was stretching you even more. His dick solidly pumping in and out of you. Kita put a finger inside your mouth, you drooled as you have no more control over it.

“I’m gonna cum so hard,” Kita breathed with a chuckle. “Your pussy’s squeezing me, babe.”

“Oh, oh, oh,” you exhaled as the orgasm washed through you. Your legs trembled by the feeling. Hand shooting up to your mouth to contain the sounds you were making.

Kita pressed you further to the door before he stilled, your name leaving his mouth in a hiss. “Fuck, your cunt couldn’t even take it all.” You realized his statement as you felt hot liquid pouring down legs. You shuddered as Kita pulled out, the emptiness inside you wrapping you up like a blanket.

He left kisses along your shoulder and up to your cheek as he combed your hair with his fingers. “Let’s go back?”

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Mommy Bird

Pairing: Keigo Takami | Hawks x You Contains: 18+; drugging, dub/non-con, breeding/impregnation Word Count: 578

A drink among friends? Nothing could go wrong right? Wrong.

@lovekeigo 👀

“Looks like someone wants to be a mommy!”

Hawks laughed at the wide doe-like expression that followed.

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atsumu’s not going to college.

it’s not what he wants, and it’s not a requirement for his plans for the future. he has a one track road set for going pro in the volleyball industry, and he has no plans for detours slowing him down.

that was always “the plan”, and you were not part of it — you were always going to college, and you were going to spend the full time there making sure your future’s on the right track.

that’s why he broke up with you.

the two years he spent with you throughout high school gone down the drain the second he decided this would be better for him — and he feels like he’s wrong, because he still checks on you when you’re not looking — but atsumu’s dead set on the fact that he’ll only slow you down if he kept you with him.

or so, until now.

“atsumu, it’s two in the morning.” you tell him, your yawns coming in a drip drop motion as you try to understand what he’s doing in front of you right now.

it’s been two weeks since you last saw him — two weeks since the breakup — two weeks of no calls, texts or even acknowledgements from in between classes or study halls.

but now he’s here, standing on your doorstep, and you’re not really sure if you want him to be.

atsumu tells you, “i have a solution.”

“it’s two in the morning.” you remind him again.

and he only repeats, “i have a solution.”

your eyebrows furrow, “do you want to come inside?”

“no,” he shakes his head, his nose red from the cold, and he tells you, “you have to listen to me.”

you bring your arms up to your chest, not feeling so warm yourself, and you hate that he chose to do on the coldest night of the month.

you tell him, “i can listen to you inside.”

and he only replies, “i have a solution.

and you frown, “so we’re not going inside.”

you have no idea what he’s talking about, all you know is that you’re still upset with him for ghosting you right after breaking up with you, and you’re not sure if you’re ready to forgive him for that yet.

you sigh, “why are you here?”

and he nods, “because i can get a job — i’ll work on the volleyball thing most hours of the day — but whenever i’m free, i can take shifts in the local café near your campus.”

you cut him off, “wait — my campus?”

“yeah,” atsumu nods, “i checked, and they have an opening and i can totally get a job there.”

atsumu? with a job? at a cafe? you can’t even put it to words, but you’re unsure when he visited your campus, unsure why he’s even doing all this in the first place.

“a job?” you raise a brow, “why do you need a job?”

atsumu ignores your question, shivering as the cold hits him, his breath turning white as it leaves his mouth, and he continues, in a frantic fit, “i have a car, it’s for my 20th birthday but my dad agreed he can give it to me early — and i have a lot saved up so there’s that for an apartment too.”

you’ve never seen atsumu be so nervous, you’ve seen him before his games and after his losses, but he’s never looked like this — never looked so worried.

“slow down.” you break through his endless string of sentences, your eyebrows furrowing as you’re still so confused and lost of what’s going on, and you say, “it’s two am.”

atsumu doesn’t respond.

you touch his arm, “have you slept?”

he feels silly — this is the first time you’ve seen him in two weeks and he must look insane to you already. he doesn’t care, he’s tired, he misses you, he’s been missing you for two weeks, and he hasn’t stopped.

atsumu looks at you, “i don’t want to break up with you.”

you stare back at him, blinking profusely as if trying to make of the situation, and your heart softens as easily as it leaps — because you didn’t want to break up with him either.

he still looks frantic, like he’s a second away to pull his hair out, and you’d offer to let him inside the house one more time, but you’ve got a strong feeling that he’d just say no again.

“i have the place, the car, the job — you have college and i’ll have my volleyball — and i know this isn’t what we planned, but i have the solution and i really think we can make this work.” atsumu tells you all of this, a straight (frantic) tone coming through his words, he catches his breath, and he’s ready to talk to you again.

but your eyes are gentle, “what are you talking about?”

he looks at you, like he’s nervous to be looking at you, a huge lump in his throat the he needs to be swallowing down soon since he’s gone too long without speaking — and he’s nervous, because this situation earns him every right to be nervous.

he’s only 20, unsure of every decision he’s making towards his future, but he’s just spent the last two weeks without you, and the first real thing he’s realized is that there’d be nothing worse than that.

the night is cold.

atsumu stares, “will you marry me?”

heyhey! can you do a hq boys w the tiktok prank where you pretend you used his credit card to buy something super expensive? idm which characters but if you could include kuroo that’d be great :} only if you want to, though

HAIKYUU BOYS REACTION TO TIKTOK TREND WHERE YOU PRETEND TO USE THEIR CARD TO BUY SOMETHING EXPENSIVE

characters — timeskip!bokuto kōtarō, kuroo tetsurō, miya atsumu, sakusa kiyoomi, suna rintarō

a/n — AAAAAAAAAA i love this trend pls, i wanna be spoiled by these men deadass!!!

☾ BOKUTO always left his credit card lying about so it was easy to end up having it on you for the prank. he brightened immediately as you entered the living room, opening his arms while sat on the couch so you could fall into them. “baby, what’re you doing?” you reached into your back pocket, pulling out his credit card along with your phone as you scrolled through your tags, showing him the bag online “i bought this! isn’t it pretty?” he nods enthusiastically before you scroll down to see the price “babe! it’s $2000, that’s A LOT!” “i used your card though, kou is that okay?” he gasps so loud he almost swallows you “but $2000 is expensive for a bag baby.. don’t you have some already?” “but i really wanted this one..” there’s a moment of silence as his arms tighten around you “you really wanted it?” “yeah..” please there’s a little grin on his face when his eyes meet yours “okay baby! if it makes you happy that’s okay! you’ve been working hard anyway!” when you tell him it’s a prank he literally offers to buy you it.

☾ KUROO was working in his office when youd approached him, asking for his credit card just for a few details for something - his head was a little cloudy, mindlessly taking his wallet out of his slacks before handing it to you, going back to sifting through paperwork before stifling a yawn. you returned later, a giddy grin on your face as he finally finished up his stuff “hey kitten.” one of his arms rose as an invitation for you to crawl underneath as you cuddled into his side “here’s your cards back.” raising a brow before he shrugged “oh yeah, thanks.. forgot about that!” he threw it to the side before placing a kiss against your temple “i bought that jacket i showed you lastnight.” you can feel his gaze burning into your immediately “the $3000 one?” “duh!” he groans before pinching between his brows, wiping a hand down his face “KITTEN, i can’t believe you’re using me for my good looks and money - have you no shame?” goes all floppy and bans you from his wallet lmao, mf tells everyone ur robbing him.

☾ ATSUMU always gave you his card whenever you asked, insisting you take it out on days out with your friends or while running errands - just because he loved spoiling you, so he was quick to hand it over when you asked “ya’d be aswell keepin’ it on ya at all times, angel.” youd returned a few minutes later, giving him it back before he scooped you onto his lap, hand smoothing up your thighs “so what did ya buy? somethin’ pretty?” you nodded as you excitedly scrolled through your phone, showing him a super expensive bag before he almost threw you off his lap in shock “BABY, that’s $3000 dollars though?” “but i really liked it ‘tsum!” his head falls back against the couch as he groans, arms falling by his sides, he literally stays like that for a good 10 seconds like you gotta nudge him alive again before he’s pulling you into him again “if it makes ya happy baby a guess, yer so damn spoiled ya know a cant say no ta yer pretty face!” makes you give him kisses as compensation for the stress.

☾ SAKUSA knew he spoiled you, all you had to do was bat your eyelids at him and he’d fold. so you were easily able to tangle his bank card off him with a quick peck and a hand on his chest. you’d approached him again as he drank his coffee in the kitchen “finished, love?” you nodded before sliding him the card, his fingers intertwining with yours over it instead “what did you get?” “just a bag, it was on sale for $2000.” his hand almost crushed yours, he nearly splutters drinking his coffee and he stiffens up so bad, his lips pulled into a pout as his eyebrows immediately furrow “are you kidding?” “i liked it omi.” he blushes at the nickname despite you using it daily, clearing his throat to regain his composure “i told you to run big gifts by me first..” but when you blink up at him, apologising through a pout you hear him sigh before he runs a hand through his curls “you’re a spoiled brat.”

☾ SUNA you lay in bed, cheek pressed against his chest as you both scrolled through your phones. you’d borrowed his card for groceries so you still had it on you for the prank “rin, guess what else i bought when i went for groceries??” his gaze flicked to you momentarily before he locked his phone, placing it against his chest “what?” you turned your phone towards him, showing him the $2000 coat on the screen as he blinked at you, face remaining deadpan “and how did you afford that?” “with your ca—“ you don’t even get your whole answer out before he’s snatched your phone from your hand, getting up from the bed as he taps away on the screen “damn brat, you better cancel it.. $2000 on a coat you don’t even need, you’ve got me to keep you warm.” pouts when you tell him you’re joking and mf tells you to have fun being cold lmao.

"where are you running off to?" [nsfw]

note: crawling or moving away from hq boys while they’re going to pound town. this is definitely not self-indulgent I just think the phrase is extremely hot

warnings: dubcon, hair pulling, manhandling, vulgar language, degradation, slapping, choking, spit roasting, mentions of implied female body parts

featuring: iwaizumi, bokuto, kuroo, tsukishima, oikawa, kageyama, atsumu

bokuto, who a man of his size, often forgets just how strong he is. what doesn't help is his never wavering stamina to go with it. his grasp on your hips is firm and surely is going to leave bruises behind. he pounds into you loud and messy, the sound of skin on skin drowning out your whimpering and crying. each time he slams back into you, your breath is knocked out of your system. "k-kou, 'is too much!" you squirm, wiggling away from his body. you attempt to push at his thighs and the frosted-tipped-haired man grumbles, quickly pulling you back so your ass is flush against him. when you try to move away again, he simply pulls your body up before turning you around so you're now facing him. you think he's finally listening to you but then he takes your legs and throws them over his shoulders. pressing them up further to your chest so that you are in a mating press, he groans when he sinks back into you. there's an obscene squelch from how wet and messy the two of you are and you can’t help but clench around him. he bites and nibbles on your ear before saying, "baby, don't be difficult. let me fuck you like how I know you need to be fucked, okay?"

atsumu who gets antsy at a team dinner because he can’t get over how beautiful you look. from the minute you stepped in you have had several people turning their heads to look at you. he’s very proud of having you as his significant other and puffs out his chest, bragging about you to whoever he can whenever because he knows he’s lucky. but eventually he starts to get pouty when he feels like eyes have been lingering on you for too long. the setter politely announces you two need to leave early, only for him to drag you inside the backseat of his car to fuck you out of possessiveness. your legs are over his shoulders as he rams into you. eyes roll to the back of your head as he hits your sweet spot repeatedly. but after both of you cum once, atsumu’s pace doesn’t falter. it’s clear you both are too sensitive right now but he ignores that. you find yourself scooting your shaking upper body towards the door and against the window. atsumu only pouts before he grabs your neck and pins you even harder to the seat. "w-why are ya trying to run away? depriving me of ma pussy is so rude baby. its mine, right? and this fat cock is nobody’s but yers, so just sit tight and take it.”

oikawa taunts you for whining and saying that "it's too much". he prides himself in the fact that he knows his dick is a lot to handle but he also prides himself in knowing that you're a slutty whore who can take whatever, and whoever-even his best friend at the same time as him. you didn't know that iwaizumi had been watching the two of you fuck. and you didn't know that oikawa brought him to join you two. that’s how you find yourself stuffed and filled with two cocks. both men relieving their stress by using you. oikawa takes your sweet ass and iwa fills your pretty mouth up with his delicious cock. the athletic trainer grunts as he fucks your mouth, blessed that at least once he could experience what it felt like. oikawa’s eyes are zeroed in on your cunt and how you suck him in. you feel so full and overwhelmed that you try to move back from both men. your restlessness doesn’t go unoticed by oikawa and he slaps your ass. “don’t move, not until all your holes have been stuffed full.” the setter snaps. he thrusts so hard into you from behind that you end up taking more of iwa in your throat. he moans loudly at the motion and the gagging come from your mouth. he then laughs and tilts your head up so you’re looking at him before saying, “yeah princess-mmhm fuck-don’t run away. it’s rude not to finish your meal.”

kuroo who absolutely gets drunk off of watching the two of you fuck in front of the mirror. he loves seeing and hearing all the cries and whimpers that come out of you, and bursts of pride run through him because he knows he’s the cause of it. but one thing that will drive him absolutely insane is eye contact. when he looks at you through the mirror while balls deep in your cunt, he can’t help but move his hips faster. harder. this motion causes you to cry out and attempt to move away from him due to how harsh he is. kuroo only scowls before he grabs you by your hair and pulls your body flush to his chest. your back arches against him and he doesn’t hesitate to ruthlessly drive into you so that you’re seeing stars. the fucking is obscenely loud but he doesn’t hesitate to bend down and say into your ear, “where are you going? i’m not done with you yet. not until you get to fully see how fucked dumb you can be from my cock. that’ll teach you not to run away from me.”

kageyama who came home from practice still high on adrenaline. you’re making dinner in the kitchen and greet him sweetly when he comes to say hi. something is odd about the way he is unusually quiet. that confusion is quickly gone once you feel him slither his arms around your waist, hard on pressing into your back. next thing you know, you’re bent over the kitchen counter whining out pleas of, “slow down tobio” and, “too much too much!” while he’s pounding your ass. you try to squirm your way from between him and the surface and feel his grip on your hips tighten before pinning you harder against the counter. now you could really feel every inch of his cock inside of you. kageyama whines and buries his head in your neck, kissing the sensitive skin. he shuts his eyes tight as the only thing he can think of is your addicting cunt and it’s warmth. “baby please, need to feel all of you. need to be buried so deep in your pretty pussy. you can let me have this, yea? don’t runaway, need to be as close to you as possible. gonna fill you up so good.”

tsukishima who cant stand how annoyingly attractive you are. it’s much worse over time as your relationship has established because you know exactly how to rile him up. so when you show up to one of his volleyball practices for the sendai frogs, short skirt and thigh highs, flirting with everyone in plain sight–he sees red. he’s eerily quiet on the drive home, neither talking nor looking at you at all. when you reach the front door you feel bad by that point and open your mouth to apologize. “i-” “shut the fuck up.” he snaps. the next few events happen fast when he’s storming over to you, carrying and throwing you onto your shared bed. he pulls your underwear to the side, pushing his shorts and briefs to his ankles before sheathing into you hard. his hulking figure consumes you and it’s all too much for your senses, causing you to babble and cry. you try to discreetly scoot yourself up in the bed so he won’t notice but freeze when you hear a cold chuckle and harsh yank on your body. “who the fuck said you could runaway? brats like you need to fully take their punishment. stay fucking still or i’m gonna fuck your ass so hard you’ll be struggling to remember how to walk.”

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Hey love, I’d like to request a prompt #10 with either tsukishima or sakusa if that’s alright

hello, love! yes ofc it’s alright! i’ve chosen sakusa, hope that’s okay?

prompt 10: “tell me i’m wrong.” “i want to.”

warnings: angst babyy (haha i wrote this at 3 am last night and it made me sad. so very sad.)

The worst part about falling in love with someone, is that one day, one of you may fall out of love.

Your biggest fear was that one day, all your habits, your flaws, your unconscious actions, the very reasons someone fell in love with you, would be the reason that they fall out of love with you.

You could tell that Sakusa no longer loved you the way he once claimed to when he didn’t laugh at your corny jokes anymore, or when he started becoming more serious when he was at home.

You knew that Sakusa fell out of love with you when he looked at you and you felt ugly. He no longer looked at you like you had hung the stars in the sky.

So as you stood before him, hands clenched together and tears rolling down your cheeks, you confronted him. You never truly know distance and loneliness until you share a bed with someone who doesn’t love you anymore.

“You don’t love me anymore.”

It was a statement. A realization. A heart breaking truth.

Sakusa stood in front of you. His long arms awkwardly limp beside him. His black wavy hair seemed to understand the situation better than he did, as it was flatter and droopy.

Sakusa could see that you were in pain. Years together had made him fluent in your emotions and indicators. He wanted to feel bad, but instead, Sakusa felt... nothing. He didn’t feel love for you, nor hate, nor anger, not even sadness.

One day, he had woken up and just didn’t feel... anything. It was like his heart had found sanctuary in oblivion, and he no longer cared. He didn’t think of you, didn’t care for you, he didn’t feel for you.

“Tell me I’m wrong, Kiyoomi.”

Sakusa shut his eyes. This was painful for you, he knew it, and deep down, he was sure it was painful for him too. There had been a time where Sakusa loved you, he had loved you so much that the stars and the moon had sung for you.

“I want to, y/n.”

Your breath hitched, and you stared at him. This was the man that had fought his insecurities just to ask you out. This was the man who once yearned for your touch after he avoided everyone else. This was the man who promised you the moon, even when you told him you were fine with a star.

This was the man you had promised to love.

And you did. You loved Sakusa, even now, but he didn’t love you. Now, it was your insecurities he got tired of fighting. It was your touch he began to avoid. It was your fault he would never look at the moon again.

You wiped your tears and cleared your throat. There was no point in crying, not in front of Sakusa at least. You looked at your left hand, hating the ring that sat on your finger. With shaking fingers, you slipped the ring off your finger, holding it tight in your palm.

“Is there another?” You had to ask. You wouldn’t have been able to live with yourself if you hadn’t asked. Immediately, Sakusa shook his head.

“No, no,” Sakusa’s quiet voice came out, “it’s not like that. I did love you, y/n, and then one day I woke up and I just...”

You didn’t know that your heart could hurt anymore than it already did, but you were wrong. It hurt, god it hurt so much.

“I just didn’t.”

You nodded, pretending like you understood. You did, in a way. No one was obligated to love you forever. You only wish he had.

You walked up to him and dropped the ring into his palm. Your eyes met his black ones one last time and if you cared about yourself, you wouldn’t have done it. You wouldn’t have pressed your lips gently against his. But you did. The kiss was short, it was a goodbye, and it was the last piece of comfort you needed.

And when there was nothing but coldness, you quietly pulled away, and walked past him.

The worst part about falling in love with someone, is that one day, one of you may fall out of love. And the person who falls out of love gets to walk away. They get to wake up the next day feeling nothing, while the one who is still in love, wakes up the next day and wonders if they could’ve done something different.

sakusa i can’t believe you’ve done this.

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