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He blames the internet. It is the cause of all things that goes wrong in his life. He knows he shouldn't have listened to the idiots he called his teammates, maybe even friends. They were the reason he was in the situation he’s in now — elbows deep into a relationship that had no reason being formed in the first place.
If Hinata hadn’t come running into practice with that damn internet test, he wouldn’t have been in this mess. His emotions wouldn’t be all over the place. He wouldn’t be stuck with unrequited feelings for an annoyingly loud, arrogant blonde.
He’s stupid for thinking this would be fine. Truly stupid for thinking his crush on one Miya Atsumu has subsided after four years of university. He never expected those feelings to hit him like a truck driving 100 miles per hour. The emotions that he kept in a box, put said box in a bin, locked that container in a chest, and buried it 6 feet under the darkest pit of his soul, never saw the light of day, emerged in a matter of mere months.
He thought it couldn’t get worse, and yet here he is — tied up, unable to move, and about to get fucked by the very person he never wanted to be involved with in the first place.
It all started with a fucking internet test.
“Guys! Guys! Guess what Kenma showed me yesterday night?!” Hinata said, completely out of his mind as he rushed into the locker room with his brightly lit display.
He flailed his phone, the grin on his face couldn't be any bigger, and his eyes were wide with excitement, literally sparkling, and they all knew - Hinata was up to some mischief again.
Sakusa rolled his eyes and sighed. It was only 8 am, and the short ginger spiker was already throwing his whole day into turmoil again, suspecting that he was about to put him into a situation he absolutely did not want to be in.
"What's up, Sho?" asked Bokuto, who by now was infected by Hinata's stupidly wide grin and couldn't stifle his own laugh at how excited Shoyo was.
Hinata tossed his duffle bag onto the bench and walked over to Bokuto with his phone gripped tightly in his hands, his smirk growing even wider.
"Look," he started, Inunaki had joined them by now, and Atsumu was also peeking over his shoulder as he was about to put on his training shirt. "Kenma sent me a link to this test..."
"What test?" Meian asked curiously, watching his teammates with amusement. Hinata's gaze flashed briefly from the display up to Meian, his expression becoming even more mischievous.
"This BDSM test!"
Oh…
OH .
Atsumu paused briefly as he fixed his waistband and turned slowly to the trio by now. He watched his teammates with wide, intrigued eyes, flickering with curiosity in such an intensity that it was almost frightening.
BDSM?
Well. This could get interesting.
Atsumu moved closer to look at the website over Hinata’s shoulder. Shoyo’s screen was littered with red, green, and white text on a black screen. Atsumu raised his eyebrow as he saw the white text scrawled on the type of the site.
“Let’s Test The Kink Out Of You?,” Atsumu whispered to himself, a chill of excitement going down his body before he had a chance to think about it.
“Sho, Did you take it? I want to take it too!” Bokuto said, taking out his phone excitedly.
“Calm down, Bokkun. We have practice to worry ‘bout right now.” Atsumu said as he slipped on his shoes, although he actually wanted to do this test at least as much.
“It wouldn’t hurt to spare a few minutes of practice for this,” Inunaki said with a wide grin.
“I don’t like where this is going,” Tomas whispered to Meian, who was sitting with his back to the locker, watching the chaos ensure.
“What’s the worst that could happen,” Meian said, expecting this to be a light-hearted team-building exercise, nothing more.
“How long is the quiz?” Atsumu asked out of curiosity.
“Well, there are two different ones. There’s a short version and a long version.” Hinata explained the difference between the two tests and what they measured according to what Kenma told him.
“The long one took me about 20 minutes to finish.”
“Say, Meian?” Inunaki said with a mischievous tone lacing his voice. His brows were raised, and his eyes were wide open, looking at his captain almost pleadingly.
Sakusa saw that as his cue to leave. No way was he getting dragged into whatever mess these idiots were cooking up in their brains. He sensed it when Hinata entered the locker room with that dorky grin, but this right now just kept getting even more ridiculous and worse .
“Omi-Omi, where ya goin’,” Atsumu asked in a teasing tone, and Kiyoomi flinched. He turned to their setter with a scowl on his face and met the blonde’s mischievous expression. Oh, screw you, Miya Atsumu.
“There’s no way I’m taking this test. We have practice now,” Sakusa said blankly, but Meian objected.
“Oh, come on, ‘kusa. Practice can wait! This here could be quite fun! Let me see, Shoyo,” their captain said while he pushed himself off the lockers and walked towards Hinata.
“Here!” The small spiker held out his phone so that Meian could enter the link into his own.
“So practice starts later today?” Inunaki asked, his grin growing even wider.
A smile pulled at the corner of Meian’s lips, suppressing a smirk as he slyly replied, “20 minutes won’t kill us, right?”
“No way. I’d rather do something ‘useful’ with my time. Not some dumb internet test.” Sakusa said, turning on his heel to exit the locker room.
“Come on, Omi. Don’t be such a buzzkill.” Atsumu said, crossing over to Saksua, standing just a ways from the door.
“I just think yer too chicken to take the test,” Atsumu teased, throwing an elbow to Sakusa’s side. Sakusa glared at him as he moved over slightly.
“I’m not. It just seems like a waste of time. Time we could be using to train.” Sakusa said with a frown settling on his face.
“We got to have a break sometimes, Sakusa-san. I’m sure Coach won’t mind.” Hinata said, going around showing the rest of the team the website.
“Don’t worry, Sho. He’s too scared to find out his results.” Inunaki chimed in with the teasing.
Sakusa rolled his eyes. He wasn’t afraid, nor was he going to let them think he was.
“Give me the damn website,” Sakusa said as he pulled out his phone. Atsumu smiled widely as he showed Sakusa the link. Kiyoomi went to sit down in the corner, away from everyone else. He didn't want everyone to see his answers or results when he finished.
The questions were super personal and intrusive, Sakusa thought, as he went through them. Some were super tame, others bordered on the more extreme side. Nonetheless, he answered every one with complete honesty.
“I got my results!” Bokuto said, waving his phone in the air excitedly.
“Let me see!” Hinata said, looking over to his phone sifting through the results. The others all gathered around, peeking at the list and their percentages.
“Vanilla at 100% Bokuto-san? I was sure you’d have something spicier at the top.” Inunaki said with a smirk plastered on his face.
“Yeah, but ya can’t skip over the 93% Masochist. Bokkun, ya into that stuff?” Atsumu said, a teasing tone lacing his voice. Bokuto’s cheeks tinted a slight pink.
“What’s your results then, Tsumu?” Bokuto said defensively. Atsumu showed his phone to the group with a confident smirk plastered on his face.
“Jesus, Atsumu,” Meian said as his eyes scanned the results. Hinata popped his head in to get a look at the results, and his eyes got all wide.
“Oh my god. I knew you were dominant Atsumu-san, but 93%?!” Hinata exclaimed, scanning over the rest of the results, and Sakusa’s head snapped up. What?
“What can I say? I’m naturally like that,” Atsumu said, hands on his hips and that mischievous, cocky smirk chiseled into his face. Oh, Atsumu was smug and overconfident, yes, but these test results made it even worse.
This is a joke , was all Sakusa thought as he kept a tight grip on his phone and stared back at his screen, scanning his own results. How can Miya Atsumu be 93% dominant when he himself was 100% submissive? Sakusa was sure this had to be a joke.
“Ooh, but look at that, 89% Switch~,” even Tomas joined in by now, and Inunaki almost screamed, “No, but look at the 80% Brat Tamer!!” That made Sakusa snort. Atsumu, a brat tamer? No way, this has to be a mistake. He is definitely the brat.
Atsumu raised a brow while looking in Kiyoomi’s direction, his smirk still placed on his face.
“What are ya laughing ‘bout, Omi-kun?”
“Nothing.” Sakusa said blankly and turned his gaze back to his phone. At this point, the whole MSBY team had gathered around Atsumu to examine his results, with the exception of Sakusa, who was still seated in the corner and just looking at how fucking proud that arrogant setter was. Sakusa couldn’t have rolled his eyes back any further.
“Ya envy my results? Guess a brat like ya has a pretty high percentage on that, huh? What are yer results, Omi?”
Sakusa scoffed. Fucking asshole.
He blushed slightly and scowled at Atsumu. The idiot was right, of course, because Sakusa was 87% Brat according to the test.
“I’m not done yet,” he mumbled, lying, and hid his face behind his screen. Never in his life would he show them his results, especially not since Miya Atsumu seemed to have too many counterparts to his own results.
“Bullshit,” Atsumu spat out as he drew near Sakusa. “ Ya started the same time as I did.” Sakusa rolled his eyes. Atsumu tried to peak at his screen, only for Sakusa to push Atsumu’s face away from him.
"What the hell, just show me yer fucking scores! It's not that hard. Everyone else did it.” Atsumu said through his squished lips. Sakusa leveled a death glare at the blonde when a sickening smirk crossed Atsumu’s face.
“Yer scores too embarrassing to share, Omi-Omi?” Atsumu said, smirk showing between Sakusa's fingers. Saksua blushed and stammered out a response.
“F-fuck off. No, I just told you I didn’t finish it.” Atsumu laughed as Sakusa pushed him away.
“It’s okay, Sakusa-san. We won’t judge you.” Hinata said, offering control damage to Atsumu’s constant teasing.
“Yeah, your results couldn't possibly be worse than Bokuto's 100% Vanilla,” Inunaki said with a full-body laugh. Bokuto let out an exasperated groan.
“I’m not sharing mine. End of discussion.” Sakusa said as he got up from the corner of the locker room, making his way over to the door, but Atsumu preceded him. He ran in the same direction and blocked Kiyoomi’s way with an outstretched arm, sly grin still plastered onto his face and eyebrows raised.
“C’mon Omi-Omi, what could be so bad about it, huh?” Atsumu let a finger slide over Sakusa’s chest as he teased him further. “Are ya trying to hide the fact that yer 93% the exact opposite of my dominance? 93% submissive, maybe?”
Atsumu twitched his eyebrows, and Kiyoomi blushed hard. His whole body tensed, his eyes shot wide open, obviously revealing that Atsumu caught him. The blonde’s expression couldn’t have changed any quicker. Atsumu gasped.
“HOLY SHIT…! Ya don’t really have that high percentage of submissiveness, do ya?!” Atsumu said with wide eyes. Sakusa did his best to muster any semblance of a glare, the blow softened by the redness of his cheeks.
“I do not. Would you stop pestering me now!” Kiyoomi slapped his arm away to finally get to the gym, leaving a startled Atsumu behind as he stomped off. Technically, Sakusa wasn’t lying. His scores for submissive weren’t as high as Atsumu assumed them to be - they were even higher .
Atsumu put his hands on his hips and watched Sakusa march off towards the gym. He tilted his head, licked his lips, and summoned that smug grin back to his face.
Submissive, huh? Hot.
“Well, with that, let’s get to practice everyone and Miya. Don’t bother Sakusa.” Meian leveled a stern glare at Atsumu as he spoke, voice laced with seriousness.
Atsumu smirked, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Aye Aye Captain~,” Atsumu said teasingly, saluting. Meian narrowed his eyes at the blonde. This is going to be a disaster.
Throughout practice, Sakusa would catch his gaze shifting over to stare at Atsumu, his mind racing at the events in the locker room. There was no way his scores were so high in categories that differed from his personality entirely. There had to have been an error on the website's part for Atsumu to get his like that. He was not 100% submissive, he just couldn't be.
These thoughts plagued Sakusa during the whole practice, even causing him to mess up serves and receives. Halfway through practice, he plopped on the bench with a huff, towel around his neck, catching the sweat from his curls. He brought the towel up to wipe off his brow when he felt a weight being put on his shoulder.
“Wow, Omi. Ya seem pretty distracted today.” Sakusa mentally groaned, his eyes rolling impossibly far into the back of his head. Could this day get any worse?
“Is it because of yer results? Were they that bad that it’s got ya off yer game?” Atsumu spoke with a teasing voice as he turned, eyebrows wiggling at the implications.
It’s not my scores I’m concerned with. Sakusa thought as he moved over on the bench, causing Atsumu to fall over.
“Don’t touch me, Miya, and no, I’m not. I had completely forgotten about that whole series of events until you came.” That was the biggest lie Sakusa had ever told. Not only was he actively thinking about the entire situation in the locker room, but he was also planning to retake the quiz to prove his first scores wrong. Miya can’t be more dominant than him.
“Whatever ya say, Omi-Omi,” Atsumu got up from his spot, making his way back over to Hinata and Bokuto. Sakusa found himself staring at his fleeing figure. Damn you, Miya.
For the rest of practice, Sakusa pointedly ignored Atsumu unless he was required to. Time flew by before he knew it, the final whistles of practice being blown. After a brief team meeting, the players were free to leave, which Sakusa took, bolting to the locker room, gathering his things, and getting out of there before any of his teammates could corner him into continuing the conversations.
Sakusa walked quickly back to his apartment with one thing on his mind: I have to retake that damn test.
He shouldn’t have retaken the test.
Sakusa stood at his kitchen island, computer sitting on the countertop displaying the things he was most afraid of. The answers were the same.
Sakusa had taken the test four times already, each attempt trying to vary his answers. Yet, the results are the same, and they mocked him as he stared at the black screen. A deep frown was etched onto his face as he read over the results from the last test attempt.
100% Submissive? Not true. 93% Rope Bunny? What even is that? 90% Masochist? He hates pain. 87% Brat? He's not even that bratty. 84% Degradee? He'd much rather degrade. He does it anyway. 81% Experimentalist? He hates trying things that would be uncomfortable to him. 70% Switch? He’d rather top than bottom. 65% Exhibitionist? He doesn’t even change in front of the team. 60% Prey? What is this? We aren't wolves.
The list went on, and the ones Sakusa was expecting to get had low percentages. There had to be something wrong with the algorithm. The only one he even remotely agreed with was his Vanilla score. It wasn’t as high as Bokuto’s, only about 55%.
Sakusa wasn’t surprised by that score. He had never really enjoyed having sex in the vanilla sense, whether on the giving or receiving. He hadn’t had many experiences, but the ones he did have were subpar.
Sakusa sighed and closed his laptop. He’d already spend more time than he needed to on this. The results meant nothing. They didn’t exactly define who he was, and it definitely wasn’t going to let it affect him like it did today. He’d bury these results in the back of his brain where all the unnecessary thoughts resided. Sakusa was content with this conclusion until there was a knock on his door.
He walked over and opened it, then frowned when he found a certain blond setter in front of him.
"Miya."
He was greeted by a broadly grinning Atsumu, who had his hands loosely tucked into the pockets of his jacket and was shooting him an increasingly mischievous look.
"Hey, Omi-Omi."
"What are you doing here? It's fucking-" Sakusa held onto his door and leaned back slightly to be able to look at the clock in his living room "11 pm. We have practice tomorrow."
He raised a brow and eyed the setter closely. Of course, of all people, it had to be Miya Atsumu who showed up outside his apartment right now.
"Will ya be thinking about how my dominance matches yer submissiveness again?"
Sakusa stared at Atsumu deadpanned before taking a step back and slamming the door in his face. And damn those setters for their great reflexes, Atsumu jammed his foot into the crack of the door at the last second to prevent it from shutting. He opened it and stepped inside, the smug grin from earlier today back in full glory.
"Ya can say what ya want, but it was obvious that this test has been on yer mind all practice. C'mon Omi, show me yer results! I'm interested to see if we have any more matching pairs," Atsumu said as he intruded into Sakusa's apartment as a matter of course. Kiyoomi turned around and groaned, rolled his eyes, and was visibly annoyed.
"Fuck off, Miya! I never invited you in!" Sakusa said, back still turned as he walked back to the kitchen. He needed a beer. His mental status was slowly declining with every interaction with these idiots.
"Oh, but I know ya want me here"
Atsumu gave Sakusa back a smug smile as he pulled off his shoes and set them to the side. He walked into the kitchen behind Sakusa, hopping on an empty stool around Kiyoomi's kitchen island.
“No, in fact, I wish you’d leave,” Sakusa said, head dipping into the fridge to pull out a drink.
“Ya probably were doing anything, anyways. Ya need to be more sociable, Omi. Could I have one?” Sakusa rose out of the fridge, beer in hand with a deadpanned expression on his face. He looked at Atsumu, who had a sickening ‘innocent’ smile on his face like he didn’t come here to stir up trouble.
“If you leave,” Sakusa said, a fake cheeky smile crossing his face as he closed the fridge.
Atsumu pouted, arms crossed at his chest, sulking in his seat. Sakusa rolled his eyes and sighed, placing the beer in his hand in front of the blonde and reaching into the fridge to grab another. Atsumu’s smug grin returned as he grabbed the beer, taking a sip from it.
Sakusa sat down, leaning back in his seat, and stared at Atsumu. The setter raised a brow, grin growing ever so slightly. Sakusa narrowed his eyes at him. He was up to something, and Sakusa didn’t like it.
“What?” Atsumu said, grin turning into a mischievous smirk.
“What do you want, Miya?”, Kiyoomi scowled at the blonde. He should have just kicked him out. Why did he even offer him a drink? Why did he even open the door? He should have just slammed the door even harder in his smug ass face. But, no, he chose to suffer. What did he do in his past life to deserve this?
He should never have taken that damn test. If it weren’t for his pride, he wouldn't be in this mess.
“Told ya I wanna see yer results, Omi-kun” Atsumu leaned forward, chin resting in the palm of his hand. And that smirk, God , Sakusa wished he could slap it off his face. He knows that Atsumu’s loving every second of this torture.
“Yeah, that’s not going to happen,” Sakusa said, taking a swig of his beer. He’s going to need every ounce of it to make it through the hell he’s being subjected to.
“Embarrassed, huh, Omi?” he twitched his brows, honey-colored eyes still locked with the dark obsidian ones of Kiyoomi.
“Why don’t you just fuck off already, Miya?” Sakusa said, slight anger laced in his voice. Atsumu knew just how to push his buttons in the right way to make him tick.
“Not until I see the results,” Atsumu insisted, fingers drumming on the countertop like he was impatiently waiting for Sakusa to break, to give him what he wanted. He wasn’t going into a ditch he hadn’t dug so easily, no. He was going to fight like hell.
But so was Atsumu because he knew Sakusa had more intriguing results to reveal, and he wasn’t leaving here until he got them.
“Do you know what the word no means? Or does your brain not have the capability to?” Kiyoomi pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips. A snicker escaped from Atsumu’s lips, causing Sakusa to glare at him.
“What are ya afraid of? Scared that I found out that I was right with my assumption that yer submissive?” Sakusa cringed, his scowl became even more sinister. He scoffed as he shook his head slightly.
“I don’t have to be scared when I am clearly not submissive,” Sakusa said defensively, blush tinting his cheeks a light pink. Atsumu’s face is looking real punchable right now .
“Then show me,” he lifted his palm to Kiyoomi while his chin remained in his other hand and waited for the spiker to hand him his phone, eyebrows raised and a smirk chiseled onto his face. Sakusa clicked his tongue at the blonde, annoyance settling onto his face.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” Sakusa said, rolling his eyes and getting up from his position on the stool. “Don’t touch anything.” Sakusa glared at Atsumu, whose face still held that annoying ass smirk .
“Aye Aye Capt’.” Atsumu said as he watched Sakusa disappear down the hall and into the bathroom. The corners of his mouth twitched, and his eyes sparkled with curiosity.
Let the fun begin.
Atsumu hastily got up from his chair and rushed over to Sakusa's computer, which was placed on top of the counter. If there was one way to get his results, it was by using his laptop because the spiker had taken his phone with him.
So Atsumu flipped it open, turned it on, and while waiting for the computer to boot up, he propped his palms against the edge of the counter, tapping his fingers impatiently on top until suddenly a window opened up with the password prompt. Atsumu licked his lips and eagerly tried to hack into Kiyoomi's computer.
"Okay okay... What's yer password, Omi? Yer birthday maybe?" Atsumu whispered and typed in the numbers, but the log-in failed. “Too easy…” He furrowed his brow and tried a few other combinations of numbers, as well as different variations with Sakusa's name.
In the end, Atsumu had clicked on that tiny link saying 'Forgot your password?’ and directed him to choose whether he wanted to reset the password with his e-mail address or if he wanted to look at the additional information and use it to enter the password once again.
Resetting would mean that Sakusa would immediately know that Atsumu was using his computer. So Atsumu chose the additional information that said 'password = favorite food.'
Atsumu frowned. Favorite food?
He hummed, straightening up slightly and pulling his eyebrows even closer together as he pondered. His index finger lingered on his lips, his gaze wandering up towards the ceiling. He thought of all the times they had eaten together as a team. All the times Sakusa had gone with them, and that wasn't too often.
If there was one thing Miya Atsumu took extremely earnestly, it was looking out for his spikers, taking care of them in his wacky way, and maybe, just maybe, he had remembered Sakusa's desires particularly well.
Because there was one thing that, if it were available, he would choose over and over again. One thing that Sakusa simply couldn't resist. Atsumu smirked.
" Umeboshi ."
Ding!
And logged in, he was.
Atsumu's eyes widened, and his heart skipped a beat at the very, in fact, VERY familiar page Hinata had shown them just this morning. Atsumu snorted as he saw four tabs open, all, without exception, showing the same results.
“Holy fuck Omi, I knew ya were submissive but 100%?!” A chill of excitement ran down Atsumu's spine as he continued to examine Sakusa's results with his eyes wide open. The fire in Atsumu's eyes flared wildly at the mere thought of seeing Sakusa submissive. Fuck, just the idea of pressing his face into the blankets and pillows of his bed and having his ass stretched towards him, wrecking that beautiful, bratty man and making him beg for so much more…
Atsumu's eyes roamed over the other results and to say it turned him on beyond belief would be definitely an understatement.
“How long are you-” Sakusa paused in the entryway of the kitchen, eyes widening as he took in the scene before him. He was not looking at Atsumu hovering over his laptop. Well, I shouldn't be worried, right? I have a password on it. Sakusa thought as he forced himself to relax. Yeah, there was no way he knew-
“Rope bunny, eh?”
Sakusa's face went pale. It was just his luck that Atsumu knew his favorite food. It was just his luck that he didn’t exit out of the various tabs displaying his most embarrassing revelations. Luck— there was nothing ‘lucky’ about this. It was a nightmare. A waking living nightmare . Of all the people to have discovered these things about him, it had to be this cocky, arrogant, smug bastard blonde that Sakusa absolutely loathed.
“Wow, Omi. Yer scores are more impressive than I thought.” Atsumu looked up at him with a knowing smirk.
“I’m leaving,” Sakusa said, walking swiftly towards. He had to leave. There was no way he was talking about this, and with Miya of all people. ‘ The Adlers are still recruiting, right? Maybe being on a team with Ushijima would be less problematic for me,’ Sakusa thought as he slipped one arm in his jacket. Fingers wrapped around his wrist before he put his other arm in.
“Omi,” Sakusa tensed. “Don’t leave.” Kiyoomi didn’t look back at the blonde, and he didn't try to pull away either. They stood there for what felt like ages until Sakusa’s voice broke the silence.
“Let go, Miya,” Sakusa said, voice wavering a bit as he tried to calm his beating heart.
“Oh no, yer not walking out on this,” Atsumu said, slight teasing in his voice as he tightened his hold on Sakusa’s wrist. The spiker snapped his gaze to him, meeting hungry eyes that were defiant with excitement and curiosity.
Sakusa gulped, his eyes wide open, and felt the slight blush rise and spread in his cheeks. “You’re right,” he began. “ You’re going to leave. Now.” Sakusa said demandingly, but Atsumu pulled him close, letting his fingers ghost over Sakusa’s jawline, and spoke almost seductively.
“Weren’t ya 81% Experimentalist? Fits damn well with my 74%, don’t ya think, Kiyoomi?”
Kiyoomi .
Fuck, what is this? Sakusa’s heart tripped over its own beat. Atsumu’s fingers were driving him insane. Sakusa did what he thought was the only right thing to do. He tore himself away from the blonde and pushed Atsumu back. Kiyoomi had to catch his breath, had to pull himself together somehow.
It’s just a test. It’s just a fucking test.
“How the hell can you remember my results so well?!” Sakusa snapped at him.
“I’m a professional setter, Omi-kun. I have a knack for memorizing” his gaze roamed over Sakusa, and he spoke a tempting yet soft tone. “I just have to look at ya, and I just know immediately what’s going on in yer head.”
Atsumu licked his lips, the smug grin impossible to remove. Sakusa took off his jacket and hung it back on the coat hook. He then scowled at Atsumu.
“Leave. Now.”
He saw the results. So what? It’s just a test, nothing more. And it’s only Miya, who would believe him if he spread the word anyway?
“Awe, Omi-kun, don’t be like that. I think this is a good thing, ya know.” Sakusa didn’t like the look in Atsumu’s eye. The way they raked over his body before settling back on his eyes, it was too sensual for his liking.
“Stop looking at me like that. Leave.” Sakusa's resolve was slowly breaking with every flicker of Atsumu’s gaze over his body. The implications he’s making aren’t missed. Sakusa isn’t dense. No, he just does not want to have Atsumu thinking he won. That asshole’s ego is already on a high enough pedestal, don’t need to inflate it more.
God, he should never have left Atsumu alone. He should never have allowed him to enter his apartment. He should never have taken that stupid test.
Fucking MSBY.
“Back to the Rope Bunny,” Atsumu pulled Sakusa out of his thoughts. He stared at the blonde with his eyes wide open. Sakusa gulped, his lips were pressed together and locked, afraid to fall for Atsumu’s gaze and blurt out something dumb.
“Yer into that stuff?”
It seemed almost impossible, but Sakusa’s eyes widened even more. His face flushed harder, he averted his gaze from the blonde and pushed past him back into the kitchen.
Beer.
Or something stronger.
Atsumu followed him closely, his hands tucked loosely in his pockets. He eyed Kiyoomi, who was now crouching down and searching for some liquor in one of his cupboards. Atsumu raised an eyebrow.
“I mean-, 93%, Omi? Didn’t think ya would be so-”
“Miya. Shut the hell up.” Atsumu fell silent. Sakusa’s hands still lingered on the open cupboard as he slowly turned to face the setter. He took a deep breath and looked at the blonde pleadingly.
“Just leave… please, ” and now it was Atsumu’s eyes that were blown wide open. Please? That was something he never heard come out of his mouth. The word almost sounded desperate coming from his mouth. Sakusa didn’t know how much longer he could hold back. It is to no surprise that, despite what he tried to trick himself into thinking, his scores were accurate.
Rope Bunny, yes, of course. Sakusa had to admit that he had quite a few fantasies of being tied, unable to move. He liked the idea. Something was so tempting about it. But would he ever share his thoughts about it with anyone? Especially with Miya Atsumu?
No, he'd have taken it to his grave if Atsumu didn't find out. But he did, and now he's here, drinking straight from a bottle of Mango Rum, trying to drown out the less than pleasant thought of letting Miya do such things to him.
He can’t drown these thoughts. Not while Atsumu is here. He needs him to leave.
But Atsumu won’t leave. He came this far and wasn't going to leave until he got what he wanted. Exactly what that was, Sakusa didn't know, but he's sure if he finds out, he's going to regret it. Definitely.
"Omi, do ya trust me?" Does he trust him? Maybe with his sets-- constant and precise. He can trust him in the volleyball world. But Sakusa is sure that's not what he means.
Does he trust that Atsumu wouldn't do anything he didn't want? Does he trust Atsumu with his body, something he didn't trust himself with? Does he trust that this won't lead to any sort of regret?
Sakusa’s throat was dry. He tried to swallow the smallest drop of saliva and stared at Atsumu with big eyes. He lost himself entirely in his gaze. A gaze that was no longer teasing or conceited, rather determined, focused, demanding.
Atsumu was indeed dominant.
“ I do ,” Sakusa’s voice was hushed, hesitant. The words slipped over his lips without him actually wanting them to. Atsumu’s eyes widened for a split second. He sucked in a sharp breath, a smile creeping over his face as he walked over to Sakusa's squatting figure.
Atsumu brought his index finger under Sakusa's chin, tilting his head up to meet his gaze. Sakusa's breath hitched, lips slightly parting as Atsumu’s thumb swiped his bottom lip.
Hmm. Truly a submissive.
Atsumu leaned down until his lips tickled the shell of Sakusa’s ear. A shiver went down Sakusa's spine as he felt Atsumu’s hot breath tickling his ear.
“So…wanna fuck?”