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but then there's atsumu.

the change in his mood is like whiplash when atsumu walks into the room and those dark eyes soften. there's probably a cute smile under his mask as well. and when atsumu's searching eyes find him? ohhh.

you ever see a man with permanent rbf so needy to hug his boyfriend? even though they've been apart for idk, thirty minutes?

atsumu hooks a finger in kiyoomi's mask to tug it down so he can drop a sweet kiss on his lips and omi's hands grasp his biceps.

you can literally see the fuckin flowers and sparkles around those two, the hearts in omi's eyes as atsumu talks in whispers with him.

its sickening to those who are longing for a partner in their lives.

and when atsumu takes omi's hand and leads them off elsewhere, all of kiyoomi's attention is on his man. his love. his soulmate.

he's obsessed and /only/ atsumu gets to flip his switch like that… oh to have the privilege…

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omi does not catch atsumu staring.

they've been roommates for half a year now and omi generally likes to cover up outside of work. even at home there's usually sweats or leggings or jeans hugging his gorgeous legs.

so when atsumu stumbles out of the bathroom to see omi in these soft pink shorts with an oversized sweater and standing on the coffee machine… …

he's kinda cute. kinda makes atsumu wanna grab his waist. maybe pepper kisses on his neck and nip his earlobe.

yeah atsumu had a big fat crush on omi since he signed to msby (probably earlier than that) and it doesn't help that omi is his type in every meaning of the word.

omi was a bit bitchy about having to move in with atsumu, had a dozen rules that he wanted atsumu to follow, and banned atsumu from coming into his room.

but like. none of their teammates got to see /this/ omi. just woke up with his messy curls, his relaxed expression, his banging body….

as soon as his coffee was done, omi turned around to see atsumu leaning in the doorway. his dark eyes immediately falling to atsumu's chest.

cuz the setter was shirtless. of course.

'Morning, baby.'

'How many times have I told you not to call me that?'

there was the adorable sneer on his lips that had atsumu smirking.

'Don't look so adorable first thing in the morn- is that mine?'

ok honestly atsumu was so focused on omi's legs. on thinking about them wrapped around his waist when he actually paid attention to the sweater.

'Nope.'

omi took a sip of his coffee and went to waltz past atsumu, but he was stopped by atsumu swiftly standing in front of him.

'This is literally mine, I lost it like, three months ago.'

'It showed up in my laundry basket and I washed it, therefore it's mine now.'

'What the fuck? That's the same dumbass logic Samu used to steal my shit when we were in high school.'

omi just lightly shrugged and shouldered his way past.

'The fuck else did you steal?!'

'It's not stealing if /you/ can't track of your own clothing.'

atsumu huffs as he stalks omi to his bedroom, but stops just outside of the doorway.

'Give it back ya brat.'

omi raises an eyebrow, takes another sip of his coffee and so eloquently answers.

'Make me.'

'Ya banned me from yer room, ya fuckin' thief.'

atsumu hasn't had a morning like this in so long. is it just annoying little brother behavior? he knows that omi is the youngest of his siblings.

omi set his coffee down on his desk and atsumu was about to say something else when omi spoke, 'you get one free pass, I guess.'

any maturity flew out the window when atsumu nearly tackled omi to his bed. obviously to get his sweater back.

and oh. oh wow omi was really cute when he giggled and tried to fight off atsumu.

and whaddya know, omi was wearing some old inarizaki shirt that atsumu /also/ lost right underneath it.

'Yer a little shit, ya know that?'

'You're just messy.'

atsumu could argue with him… but given their current position. omi under him. the sweater crumpled off to the side and the shirt had ridden up his stomach.

not to mention those fucking shorts.

it kinda just. happened. atsumu tilting his head lower and meeting kiyoomi's soft, pink lips. he felt fingers in his hair soon after, omi making sure he didn't pull away.

there was coffee on omi's tongue, omi's skin was /so/ soft under his fingertips, atsumu's sleepy haze was replaced with a fiery arousal.

'… This okay?'

'Why are you asking when we've been making out for the past five minutes?'

omi looked so pissed off and that only turned atsumu on even more. well.

'Excuse the fuck outta me.'

they only remembered they had morning practice to attend when omi's phone began to go off.

and atsumu's hand was in those sinful shorts.

kiyoomi's family likes to joke that he has a miracle scent.

he thinks it's utter nonsense, but it doesn't stop his big sister and brother from bringing their crying pups to him so he can calm them down.

logically it's just because his entire immediate family is made up of alphas and since he's the only omega, he's literally biologically programmed to have motherly pheromones to soothe pups.

but whatever, his nieces and nephews are cute and he secretly feels like the favorite sakusa when they fall asleep in his arms.

however…… this 'miracle scent' stuff is only further proved when omi runs across a donation program in college.

omegas will scent blankets and clothing for pups in need (orphans, mothers who cant scent, sick pups, alpha parents w/o any omegas around etc) and while donations are anonymous, the organizers are always SOOOOOOO happy to see omi come around.

'the pups rly love your scent omg they're obsessed 😍😍😍 give us more 😍😍😍'

omi is a silent donor for like four years til he gets signed to msby, then he dumps some good ol sakusa cash into their funds.

everyone knows that atsumu has a pup, he broke up with his mate last year and omi doesn't really have any further personal details beyond that.

he's always kindaaaaaa crushed on atsumu but from afar.

he keeps it professional tho……. despite atsumu being fucking atsumu. he assumes the pup is just like his dad, loud. obnoxious. whiny as hell.

he meets the pup (isamu) in person like, three months after he's joined msby.

it's at onigiri miya where atsumu looks downright miserable while isamu is off colouring and nibbling on his onigiri.

he's like a little clone of the twins. sleepy honey eyes, dark brown hair, and a bit chubby.

'You look terrible.'

omi is blunt as per usual as he takes up the stool next to atsumu. that glares him a tired glare with barely any bite.

'This little guy hasn't slept through the night all week, I dunno what the hell to do.'

isamu seemed calm now, lost in his crayons and colouring some mermaid with her purple scaled tail.

'He's only gettin' worse too and… I know he probably misses his ma, but I can't be callin' her every time to scent some shit.'

'No other omegas around?'

'He likes Sunarin's, but he still gets so fussy and clingy to him when he's here and.. ya know. He hates Shinsuke's scent. Shoyo's just has the opposite effect and keeps him wide awake.'

pups are such. interesting and picky creatures.

'So I kinda ran out of omegas, unless I just let my Ma watch him, but she's in Hyogo and I don't mind the extra trip, it's just-'

'Have you /really/ exhausted all your omega options?'

'Yes?!'

atsumu lets out a frustrated huff, his own pheromones spiking in the air as omi stares back flatly at him.

'… I ain't gonna ask ya when ya'd just say no anyway.'

omi rolls his eyes, 'give me something to scent.'

atsumu just stares dumbly for a moment before omi gets annoyed at being gawked at and grabs for his hoodie.

'Hey! I'll get it off, damn.'

it already smells heavily like atsumu, but it's fine. omi just needs a few minutes to run his wrists over the hoodie and hugs it to his chest to further drown it in his pheromones.

'Give it to him tonight, he'll sleep and you can stop being a cranky idiot.'

atsumu was probably going to argue back, however omi's scent already caught isamu's attention. his tiny hand grabbed for the hoodie and he smashed his round face into it.

'Would ya look at that? Maybe ya should've bugged Sakusa 'bout it in the first place.'

'Screw off, Samu.'

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🦊: …………… ok. u win.

😷: you're welcome.

🦊: he won't let the damn thing go now

😷: pups love me ig

😷: if u need anything else scented lmk… i don't mind.

🦊: theres some stuff… are you free later?

isamu has the most adorable little nest that he's excited to show omi and he just pushes his favorite blanket and fox stuffie into omi's arms.

he's a quiet pup, but very.. observant. and affectionate.

'He's gonna get attached ta ya at this rate.'

omi has to wonder how it looks. isamu in his lap as the pup nuzzles into his shoulder, happy to have an omega to cuddle.

'Way more bold than his father.'

'Hah?!'

omi did /not/ mean that as an invitation for atsumu to join them, but his heart races nonetheless.

'Didn't know ya were this good with pups.'

'Only on accident.'

'Mmm… ya really don't mind? I don't want ya feelin' obligated or-'

omi shuts him up with a kiss, like he's always wanted to. dumb rambling dense alpha.

'Now will you stop questioning me?'

omi will savor the pink blush on atsumu's cheeks… and how atsumu's tongue flicks out to lick his lips.

'Should've just said ya wanted me, Omi-kun!'

kuroo was always touchy and a cuddle maniac with kenma, that just transferred to keiji in uni.

keiji isn't sure /when/ it happened, but like… he wasn't offended by kuroo being clingy w/ kenma bc that's just. how he is.

you date kenma, you get a free kuroo in the mail.

but then kuroo starts greeting keiji with back hugs and movie nights wind up with the three smushed together and when kuroo catches keiji alone he cant help wanting to hold his hand.

kenma doesn't mind, so keiji is okay with it too? even if kuroo can be a pain in the ass at times with his mouth that never stops running, he's soft in ways that make keiji's heart melt.

then theres bokuto… all sunshine that invades kenma's life at full force. he's great when kenma decides to vlog since his fans love him. his muscles are very… nice… to look at. touch, even.

he can be very protective too… like when kenma was accosted by some random extremely needy fan and bokuto spooked him away just by being there. not to mention the dumb ideas kenma can try with bo that give kuroaka headaches.

its kuroo who jokes about calling their hang outs date nights and bokuto runs to the moon with it. kenma doesn't mind, keiji just thinks they're being endearing idiots. plus they always have a good time together anyway.

its kinda… cliche now that keiji thinks on it.

they came back to the apartment after a night out, all of them some level of tipsy (kuroo was most wasted). he went on about wanting a good night kiss since they dropped off akaken in one piece.

bokuto was giggly, kenma had managed to unlock the door, and keiji said whatever.

a light peck to kuroo's lips. kuroo's howl probably woke up one of their neighbors. so kenma yanked him by the collar to shut him up with another kiss.

'hello???????'

now bokuto needed kisses too (and he got them). akaken headed inside and left those two out there to find their own way back home.

'You kissed Kuro.'

'… You kissed Kou.'

'Did you like it?'

keiji didn't even think on it as he just dumbly nodded and kenma hummed… then pushed his buzzed boyfriend into their bed.

see, akakens relationship started bc they got very close… and then keiji kissed kenma and it just went from there.

it took months for them to actually give it a label, kenma just liked doing stuff with keiji. and you know, feelings.

'We should probably talk about this?'

kenma asks over coffee the following morning, his butt is in keiji's lap.

'I like them both.'

'Same, cool.'

keiji snorted as kenma was probably sure that was it. lazy kitten…

what they didn't expect was those two trying to knock down their door. and apologizing for pressuring them for kisses.

'Oh no, looks like you'll have to become our boyfriends now to earn our forgiveness.'

kenma says and bokuroo are stunned for a moment. then attack the two with crushing hugs and infinite kisses bc damn… all that pining…

(if you ask kiyoomi, it was never supposed to be on purpose, but somehow atsumu was the first person he was always talking to…)

it was after kiyoomi signed with msby, got an apartment, and atsumu and bo showed up to welcome him.

omi expected bokuto since they were roommates in college, but atsumu? they barely spoke since high school.

they did bring alcohol though which loosened all of them up……. and maybe bullying atsumu made omi feel more at home.

so a year passes and the alpha has wriggled his way into being one of omi's favorite people.

they'll usually stay in the same room for away games, omi will /only/ do post-game interviews if atsumu is with him.

they're always doing something together outside of work bc atsumu likes to drag omi out of his apartment.

osamu cannot believe atsumu has someone who is often on his side for their petty arguments.

whenever a new movie/drama/anime comes out they're absolutely watching (and sometimes roasting) it together.

half of atsumu's instagram is made up of selfies with kiyoomi and that's how omi fans even get to see him.

it's very weird when atsumu leaves for hyogo or omi goes to tokyo for family stuff. bc it's like… where's the other half…

the longest they go w/o talking is when their rut/heat strikes and omi's heat hazy brain is full of thoughts about atsumu.

is it the same for the alpha? …. probably not, he's had a long time girlfriend.

someone who plays on the women's league and omi's friendly enough with her.

but atsumu barely invites her when he's hanging out kiyoomi. it's better that way, just two best friends who are a killer duo on the court.

"What's all that?"

atsumu plopped down on the couch with kiyoomi, sparing not even a bit of space between them. the alpha's pheromones had omi's omega purring, excited alpha was near.

"My grandmother wants me to find a mate before I shrivel up and die at the age of 30."

"Ya still have six years fer that."

kiyoomi rolled his eyes as atsumu shuffled through the papers on the coffee table, all of them about alphas and their profiles and everything going on in their lives.

"How 'bout I help ya sort 'em out? Piles fer yes, maybe, no, and fuck no."

"Don't tell me you /agree/ with her marrying me off."

"I don't, but we can have fun with it while we're here, yeah?"

well. his grandmother wasn't expecting an answer anytime soon..

the next couple hours were spent going through all these profiles, googling these various and alphas and generally making fun of them.

no one was in the yes pile. three alphas made it into the maybe. and most had been shoved off into no while the red flags are dumped into the trash.

"Insane standards baby."

"You're the one who kept finding something wrong with them."

atsumu just grinned as omi ignored the fluttering in his stomach. he never cared about mating or all of that… if he found someone who would accept that his career came first, then good.

it's just too bad that person couldn't be atsumu.

he told his grandmother that yes, he got her package and yes, he'll consider at least two of them before the year ended.

just as he was ready to put all of /that/ behind him, it was after one of their practices that atsumu asked him to get smth to eat together and ofc omi went along with him.

it was one of their favorite izakaya's to go to -and the first- that atsumu took him to when omi arrived in osaka.

"Here, got somthin' fer ya."

kiyoomi raised a curious eyebrow, but he took the paper that atsumu held out for him.

(Name: Miya Atsumu Age: 24 Profession: Your setter 🥰💕 Education: majoring in kiyoomi-nomics Income: I can get you so much free onigiri, I know a guy.)

kiyoomi didn't realize he was smiling until he looked up at atsumu to see the alpha with his smug grin.

"Is this your application to court me?"

"Ya."

"You have a girlfriend, Atsumu."

"Not since Monday I don't…"

it was thursday.

kiyoomi had taken off his scent patches when he showered earlier, so atsumu could definitely smell his florals in the air.

"This absolutely belongs in the yes pile, darlin'."

"Maybe, this headshot is awful, who took it?"

kiyoomi always posts her outfit of the day before going to class and atsumu is always praising his girlfriend to the high heavens for looking amazing, gorgeous, sexy, fuckable-

except today she's in a jersey that's not his.

see, kiyoomi dresses like a preppy rich girl (because she is) and usually loves her dresses and skirts and cute blouses that cost more than atsumu's rent.

he's learned an insane amount about women's fashion thru omi since he pays attention to every single part of her.

she could be a model!!! but omi scrunches her nose and says, 'no, my sister already does that.'

and honestly given how jealous atsumu gets over omi, it's probably a good thing that millions aren't staring at his girlfriend too…

but now hes furiously typing out a comment as to WHYYYYYY is omi wearing an ejp jersey 🥀 that's his rival???

'Motoya is playing in Tokyo today.'

'You should still wear mine!! They should know MSBY is your favorite team and you're my girl 😭'

'Who said anything about liking MSBY?'

'Do you hear that? You're breaking my HEART. ALL THE WAY IN OSAKA 💔💔💔'

kiyoomi does not respond further. atsumu only pouts a little when he looks back at the pic… then stares at her tits.

ugh………….. he wants to touch them…………

anyway the rest of the day goes on, atsumu curses kiyoomi's cousin, he misses kiyoomi until they're talking later that evening.

jerserygate is mostly forgotten cuz now he just wants to kiss her 🥀

the following morning, kiyoomi posts her ootd to instagram, but only to close friends.

atsumu goes from half asleep to fully fucking awake because hell yeah omi /is/ wearing his jersey. and uh. cute black panties. and nothing else.

the first picture is of her standing in front of the mirror, the jersey barely coming down to the tops of her thighs.

the second she's lifted it enough to show off the black lace and her pierced belly button.

the third she's holding her tits and glaring back at the camera.

like, a sexy, 'im fucking annoyed at u, atsumu' glare that has his dick hard in record time.

the caption is something along the lines of, 'someone threw a tantrum yesterday 🙄'

the post has been up for ten minutes and OF COURSE THERES RINTARO IN THE COMMENTS SAYING SOMETHING.

'wear mine next time he'll prob blow up the stadium.'

atsumu does NOT reply to rin, he'll call up his girlfriend with his hand already taking a journey downwards.

'That didn't take long.'

'Baby, yer fuckin' killin' me, I'm about ta fuck off from practice and come see ya, bend yer pretty little ass over.'

'You have a game tomorrow.'

'I can fuck yer pussy and make it back in time, don't worry about that.'

atsumu groans into the phone as he's wrapped his hand around himself, giving a few tugs before receiving /more/ pictures.

'If you come by today, I'll think about letting you come inside me…'

oh my god, what succubus possessed his girlfriend? she used to be crazy shy about sex and now-

'Only inside of me, not your hand.'

atsumu never ripped his fingers away from his cock faster in this LIFE.

'Gonna get a ticket right now, baby.'

'Good boy, I'll see you later today.'

and she hung up. that also made atsumu's dick twitch in excitement. ohhhh he couldn't wait to get his hands on her and wipe that smug smile off of her face.

…. not before drooling at the rest of the pictures though.

'There's something on your shirt.'

'Huh?'

atsumu stops mid-sentence to look down for any sort of stain. or maybe a random fly.

'I don't see nothin'.'

'It's right there, like… lower.'

kiyoomi is laid up in bed, watching his boyfriend try to figure out where this mysterious stain is.

he gets the delicious sight of atsumu's golden skin and toned abs when his confused boyfriend lifts his shirt and examines the fabric even closer.

'Are ya sure Omi? Maybe it's somethin' on yer end…'

'You keep missing it, it's like right… there…'

ohhhh yes, now atsumu's glorious tits are out and kiyoomi can drool. he misses squeezing them.

his boyfriend has gotten so buff since he's signed with msby too… kiyoomi's hand drifts a little lower, toying with the strings on his sweats.. mmm.

'Yer fucks sake.'

atsumu grumbles, pulling the shirt off entirely and flashing kiyoomi is armpits too…….. ugh, sexy. atsumu can NEVER know that tho. omi does NOT spend time thinking about his pits.

just his tits. his very nice, big tits.

'Are ya even listening ta-…. oh my god, ya just wanted to stare at my tits.'

'Why were you wearing a shirt in the first place?'

omi asks as if it's a great offense to his existence (it is).

'I'm sorry yer highness, next time I'll be shirtless and oiled up fer ya.'

'Let me watch your oiling routine.'

the way kyioomi is so straight faced, it has atsumu laughing and okay… omi does love that smile too…

'If yer horny, just say so baby.'

'I just wanted you shirtless, you're the one bringing up baby oil and getting your dick out.'

'I said nothing about my dick?!'

atsumu seems to remember that he's in the living room and while bokuto was a heavy sleeper, he didn't need to be caught anytime soon.

not that omi cares, he points his phone right at his waistband where his pretty fingers go to slip into his sweats.

'Oi, oi give me a second to go to my room!!!!'

omi went through the stages of hearing about motoya's crush to when they flirted with each other to finally dating in their third year.

and like, you know when your friend (cousin in this case) is dating someone shitty, but they just ignore all advice?

'atsumu hasn't answered my texts.' 'i got into the dumbest fight with atsumu.' 'why does atsumu keep talking to those girls on insta?!'

apparently things are /good/ when they're together, but the distance means atsumu is acting like a fool.

and omi hears all of it, he's like a fuckin diary of motoya's relationship with his terrible boyfriend.

but motoya wont dump him cuz atsumu is hot and the sex is great. so omi suffers through his third year.

like, is he this annoying about his crush on ushijima?god he hopes not…

and like… ok…. omi has seen atsumu in person once.

the nationals cuz omi had to go support his cousin ofc. he looks and sounds as obnoxious as omi assumed.

omi doesn't get it, but whatever. he passes on eating dinner with a bunch of jocks and that's pretty much the last time he sees atsumu.

until……………………

he's a year away from graduating and keiji invites him to osaka for a lil three day vacation away from Academia.

bokuto got them both tickets to his msby game too, soooo. whatever, he'll take the break.

now, omi's barely heard about atsumu in recent years. he only follows motoya, bokuto, and ushi (out of habit) when comes to vb.

he knows bo has a roommate. he doesn't care enough to ask about them since he'll only be here for 3 days.

so ya know, he's only a little shocked when he spots atsumu lazing about on the couch when bokuto picked them from the station.

and he's gotten…….. hotter……… jesus christ those thick thighs. omi's eyes are immediately going UP and AWAY from atsumu manspreading.

"Sakusa? Komori's cousin, huh?"

there's something about the way atsumu's gaze lingers on omi. the faint smirk on the corner of his lips.

"Yes, I hope I'm not intruding…"

omi says as bokuto and keiji have disappeared into bo's room to finish what they started at the station.

"It's whatever babe, make yerself at home… I was gonna head out ta give 'em some privacy…"

atsumu's smirk only grows wider, "Akaashi-kun is a screamer."

"You think I don't know that by now?"

atsumu laughs and its kind of a beautiful noise- wait. no.

so like, motoya and atsumu broke up after two years and omi was just thrilled that toya realized he deserved better.

but…. ok. omi could quietly admit there was an attractive, charming air around atsumu.

"Well, how 'bout I make myself decent and show ya around?"

a rejection is on the tip of omi's tongue, but god knows he's left their apartment plenty of times when bokuto came over and.. ergh…

omi just gives a very non-committal shrug.

not a yes or no. but. if he happens to follow atsumu out of the door, it's not a crime.

the next three days are a nice reprieve from school shit and all those stressors. and atsumu is… annoying, but. hot. witty. a great cook.

he follows omi on his socials when he leaves for tokyo and thats how they wind up DMing back and forth.

it's a lot easier to reject atsumu over text when he gets too flirty, but not when atsumu video calls him and looks so fucking gorgeous.

"I have a game in Tokyo next week~"

"And?"

"I wanna see ya, been thinkin' about ya, Kiyoomi."

all the things motoya complained about spring to mind…. but if they hook up once, it won't be the worst thing.

keiji is sippin' his tea and tilts his head in such a cute way when he sees omi greet atsumu at the door.

it takes a total of ten seconds for atsumu to get his lips on omi and their clothes hitting the floor.

'just once' is a fucking lie. ain't no way atsumu was gonna be satisfied with fucking him only /once/.

(his words when he was holding omi by the hips and grinding into him)

omi had to agree with that. my god atsumu was amazing in bed.

but also……… outside of it.

there were the good morning/night texts. atsumu sending him flowers. atsumu wanting so much of omi's attention. wanting to know about his day. listening to omi vent about his dumbass group project mates.

omi's schedule was a little more flexible in that he could come down to osaka and spend quality time with his boyfriend.

and get dicked down as a distraction from homework but anyway.

he does tell motoya…… sometime…….. like a month after they make it exclusive.

motoya is in disbelief 💔 tells omi good luck with that one, atsumu is the most selfish person he knew!!

he absolutely will not tell his cousin that atsumu's been the best boyfriend he's ever had.

and how he plans on moving to osaka after graduation just to be closer…