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It was late at night. Atsumu was alone in the apartment he shared with his volleyball teammate, Sakusa Kyoomi. He was lying across the couch while he scrolled through his phone. A post came up; it was a picture of one of his teammates, Shoyo Hinata. In the picture, he was getting proposed to by Kageyama Tobio, the setter for Schweiden Adlers. The post was titled, "Can't wait to have his name on my jersey!❤️" Atsumu liked the post. He was happy for Shoyo, but deep down inside he felt jealousy. For the past two years that he's lived with Sakusa, he's had feelings for him. Feelings he won't admit he has. Sakusa always had fan-girls who swooned over him and begged for autographs. Atsumu scoffed at himself when he felt himself getting jealous. "He's not yours Tsumu . . . Why are ya getting jealous?" He sighed and sat up. Just as he was about to get up, he heard the apartment door click and open. Sakusa walked in. He had a bag of groceries. "Yer finally home Omi-Omi!" Atsumu quickly got up and followed Sakusa into the kitchen. Kyoomi set down the bag of groceries and started unpacking. "I thought ya went out drinking with yer cousin to celebrate his 23rd birthday." Atsumu helped put the groceries away. "I did, but I didn't drink. I was there to keep Komori straight." Atsumu snorted. "Ya know ya can't do that! He's FAR from straight!" Kyoomi rolled his eyes and put the plastic grocery bag in the miny trash can in the bathroom. "Haha, very funny Miya! I'm going to shower." Atsumu plopped his head on Sakusa's shoulder. "Can I jo-" "No!" Sakusa pushed Atsumu off of him and closed the bathroom door. "UGH! RUDE OMI-OMI!" Atsumu pouted and headed to his room for the night. He took off all his clothes but his boxers and got tucked into the bed.
After about twenty minutes, Kyoomi walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. He walked into the bedroom that he and Atsumu shared. He put on clean boxers and a white T-shirt that was an XXX-L so that it was oversized. He walked over to the bed and got in with Atsumu. "Move over Miya! I need room to sleep too." He whispered shouted. Atsumu groaned and scooted over to make room for Sakusa. He was about to ask if they could cuddle, but Sakusa was already ahead of him. He wrapped his arms around Atsumus's waist and pulled him flush. He big spooned Atsumu. Atsumu suddenly relaxed. Although they weren't dating, they were more friends with benefits, they still acted like a couple. This only confused Atsumu more. He hated it.
Throughout the night Atsumu tossed and turned in Kyoomi's warm embrace. "Mhh . . . Miya, stop moving." Kyoomi groaned out in his sleep. Atsumu stiffened and turned to face Sakusa. He snuggled deeper into the dark-haired man. He sighed contentedly and fell asleep. The next morning, Atsumu woke up alone in bed. He hated waking up alone. He slowly sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes. He yawned a big one as he reached for his phone to check the time. It was seven fifteen. He sighed and set his phone back on the nightstand, sliding his feet into bunny slippers and shuffling his way to the kitchen. There, he found Kyoomi. He was shirtless; only wearing grey sweatpants that were low on his hips. Atsumu stared in awe at Kyoomi's toned back muscles and how they moved as he chopped some vegetables. The way his perfect biceps formed. Atsumus's thoughts were soon cut off by the sound of Kyoomi's voice. "Reality Miya, stop staring- is that my hoodie you're wearing?!" Atsumu snapped back to reality and got red real quick. "I don't know! I- I just grabbed the first thing I saw to put on!" Atsumu walked over and leaned against the counter. "Bunny slippers, Hello Kitty pajama pants, and MY Corpse Bride hoodie! Wow, what a look, Miya." Atsumu giggled. "Thanks! I pride myself in fashion!" Kyoomi glared at him. "Maybe to the blind you're fashioned . . . " Atsumu gasped dramatically and stuck his tongue out, spitting at Sakusa jokingly. "Ew, Miya- don't spit on me you gross pig!" Sakusa fake gagged and Atsumu snorted like an actual pig. "Maybe stop making fun of my fashion first! And stop calling me Miya!" He pouted as he hopped onto the counter and sat there. "I will, when you change it," Atsumu smirked and teased. "Then give me your last name, Omi-Omi~" Sakusa coughed as he cooked the eggs. "EXCUSE ME!?" He looked back at Atsumu, who had a playful smile on his face, with disgust and confusion. "Want me to-" "Nope! I heard you the first time!" Sakusa shoved a piece of buttered toast into Atsumus's face to shut him up. The fake blonde gasped as the toast was forced into his mouth. It reminded him of other things Sakusa had put in his mouth, well, those weren't by force, but still, they ended up in his mouth. "Just go get ready for practice. I'll have breakfast ready shortly." Atsumu ate the toast and hopped off the counter, walking back to the bedroom to get ready. "Fine! Have it your way, Omi-Omi!" He walked into the bathroom and got a quick shower, brushed his teeth, and did his hair so he didn't look so much like Sangwoo. He put on shorts and his team's jacket. He made sure to pack his jersey in his bag as they had a match today. He walked back out into the kitchen to see that breakfast was ready. Kyoomi has always been a great cook, not as good as Osamu, but still second in Atsumu's heart. He smiled and grabbed the plate. "Thank you, Omi." He smiled softly as he started eating. "You're welcome." Kyoomi had already finished breakfast while Atsumu was getting ready. He pushed off the counter and kissed Atsumu's cheek before heading to the bedroom to get ready for practice. Atsumu blushed when Kyoomi kissed him. This stuff gave him mixed feelings. He knows he likes Sakusa, but did Sakusa feel the same or are they really just friends with benefits? Atsumu ate the rest of his breakfast, lost in thought on his relationship with Kyoomi. Should he ask him about it and talk about how he feels? Would it make it weird between them? Atsumu sighed heavily as he set his dishes in the dishwasher. "What's wrong?" Atsumu jumped at Kyoomi's words. He turned around to look at Sakusa. "Nothin', just contemplating somethin'." Atsumu hummed out. "Well get out of your daydreams. We need to head to practice." With that, Kyoomi walked off.
Once in the entryway, they both slipped their shoes on and headed out the door to the car. Sakusa got in on the driver's side of the Corvette while Atsumu sat in his princess passenger seat. "Still can't believe ya afford this." Atsumu leaned back in the seat, getting comfy. "Why? It's a Corvette, they're cheap as hell." Atsumu gasped at looked at Kyoomi in horror as he started the car. "What? Stop making that face you look stupid." Atsumu coughed before he could speak. "I can barely afford a Honda! The fuck da ya mean Corvettes are cheap!?" Sakusa started to drive out into the main road, flipping through stations on the radio. "Well, you should be able to afford a Honda if you stopped buying useless ship 24/7." Atsumu sobbed dramatically. "HOW DARE YA SAY THAT 'BOUT ME!" He started to fake cry dramatically because he loved to piss off Sakusa. After not even a minute Sakusa puts his hand on Atsumu's thigh and rubs it. Atsumu immediately stops his antics and flushes at the touch. He was flabbergasted. Kyoomi would normally yell at him and threaten to kick him out of the apartment; he never did anything like this. Atsumu started to spiral again. He didn't want to feed his delusions that maybe, just maybe, Kyoomi liked him back, but these acts this morning and last night. It made it hard for Atsumu to think clearly. He stayed silent for the rest of the ride, completely lost in his confusion and knot of emotions he couldn't figure out. It was like trying to solve a puzzle with pieces that don't fit. Throughout the ride, Sakusa would occasionally squeeze Atsumu's thigh tightly, or rub his thumb gently on Atsumu's thigh. Once at the gymnasium they practice at, they are in the locker rooms changing. They were with their team when Shoyo suddenly burst into the room. "GUESS WHO'S ENGAGED!!!" He starts squealing and showing off his ring. It was a nice ring, at least three or five thousand dollars. It looked good. Atsumu put on his usual over happiness, but deep down he was jealous. "OH MY GOD! SHOYO THAT'S GORGEOUS! IT REMINDS ME OF THE RING I PROPOSED TO AKAASHI WITH!" Bokuto screamed in joy, it felt like his son whom he had birthed was getting married. Atsumu matched the energy in the room that everyone else, except for Sakusa. "ShOyO! It's gorgeous oh my Gosh I'm so happy for ya! I'm starting to cry!" He fans himself as he dramatically fakes crying. Shoyo and Bokuto join in. "I can see you're excited to become a Kageyama," Sakusa says, (he's trying to congratulate him). Shoyo suddenly stops his dramatic act and perks up. "MHM! I can't wait! At first, I didn't want his last name, but now I do!" Sakusa smiled. "Say, this is so random, but Bokuto, why didn't you take Akaashi's name, nor did Akaashi change to Bokuto?" Shoyo makes an 'O' with his mouth and nods in agreement with Atsumu. "I'm not sure, I can't remember. I'll ask him!" He looks so proud. "You . . . Don't even remember?" Bokuto nods. "Let's just get to practice!" He walks out of the locker room rather fast.
Throughout practice, all Atsumu could think of Kyoomi. He stared at him when he wasn't looking. He was so lost in thought that he kept making mistakes left and right. "Hey, Tsumu? Are you okay? You're messing up a lot today!" Shoyo looks concerned, the the team nods in agreement. "Huh-? O-oh! Yeah, I'm fine!" He smiled warmly to try and let them know that he was okay. But he wasn't. He wished what he and Kyoomi had wasn't just two teammates who happen to live together and sleep together and occasionally have sex with each other. He wanted Kyoomi to be his. Him to be Kyoomi's. He wanted Kyoomi's last name, or maybe Kyoomi with his last name. He wanted them to be real. To be in love and intimate as lovers, not strangers. "You sure, Miya? You're messing up your sets, essentially when they're at me." Atsumu stiffened when he heard Kyoomi's voice. I opened his mouth to talk, but no words came out. He closed his mouth and looked down. "We'll talk about this later, okay?" Kyoomi patted Atsumus's back before heading over with the rest of the team. Shoyo followed Atsumu to the locker room, making sure he's okay, "Do you want to talk about it?" Atsumu nodded slowly. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to tell someone." Shoyo sat down beside him and listened to Atsumu. "Ya know I like omi. I'd give my world to be with him, but I don't think he likes me like that. Sure we've been living together for a while now. Sharing a bed, bathroom, kitchen, everything, and even having sex a few times. It makes me upset knowing we aren't together but act like we are." Atsumu stared at the floor, tears welling up in his eyes. Shoyo sighed and leaned back on the locker room bench. "Just talk to him about it. He said that you two were going to talk after practice. Just bring it up then." Atsumu choked up a laugh. "Easier said than done, but I'll try." Shoyo got up and pulled Atsumu into a hug. They headed back to practice, which was still awkward due to Atsumus's terrible sets. Practice soon ended and everyone started gathering their stuff. Kyoomi and Atsumu walked out to the car and got in. After what felt like eternal silence in the car they finally arrived home. They both got out and headed up to the apartment. They took their shoes off and put their dirty clothes in the hamper. Kyoomi changed into black sweatpants and a white t-shirt that was very well-fitted. Atsumu was wearing black booty shorts and a shirt that Kita gave him a few years back. Kyoomi grabbed Atsumu by his hair and pulled him out to the living room, throwing him on the couch. "OW! OMI-OMI THAT HURT!" Atsumu rubbed his head and pouted. "Sorry . . . But we're going to talk! You're off." Atsumu stiffened up at that. Atsu💭: 'Fuck, I was hoping he'd forget!' "Ehem! Miya!" Atsumu snapped back when he heard Kyoomi, who was now sitting rather close to him on the couch. "Now . . . Tell me what's bothering you. I know something's wrong." Atsumu sighed and shifted.
. . . Seven years ago in the training camp:
Atsumu was in the gym of the Ajinomoto National Training Center. He was going around introducing himself. "Hi! Nice to meet ya I'm Atsumu Miya! Though ya'v probably heard about me!" As he introduces himself to each person, they all notice his cocky attitude, but no one brings it up. He soon finds himself in front of Sakusa Kyoomi. "Hi! I'm Atsumu-" "Miya. Yeah, I know you." Atsumu looked shocked and offended that he was cut off by smiles regardless. "Well, are ya one of my die-hard fans? I must say I didn't know I had male fans, but I'd be happy to-"
Sakusa cut him off, "No, I'm not one of your stupid fans. You've just been going around introducing yourself to everyone, though I noticed you walk off before anyone can introduce themselves." Atsumu scoffs. "Well duh! I'm the most important person here! I mean I'm an amazing setter! Incredibly attractive and-" Atsumu noticed that Sakusa had walked off. "UGH! Rude . . ." Throughout the training camp Atsumu tried to talk to Sakusa but he'd just walk off, so instead, he befriended his cousin, Komori. On the last day of the training camp, Atsumu quickly pulled Komori away and asked him for a favor. "Hey, Mori! I have a small request!" Komori smiled. "Sure, what is it?" Atsumu pulled out his phone and handed it to Komori. "Can ya put yer cousin's phone number in there?" Komori looked confused but obliged anyways. "Sure, but why?" He handed the phone back to Atsumu. "No reason!" Atsumu smiled. "Oi! Komori! Hurry up!" Komori looked over at Sakusa who was waiting for him. "I gotta go, text me till we meet again!" Komori ran off to Sakusa, waving bye to Atsumu. "Will do!" Atsumu added Sakusa's contact and put him in his phone as 'Big ass.' Atsumu walked out the doors of the training camp and headed to the train station to go back to Hyōgo Prefecture.
Once home, Atsumu greeted his mom and started bullying Osamu as usual. "Ugh! Mom! Tell Samu that he's a prick!" Mama Miya glared at Atsumu. "Go to ya room, I don't want to hear it!" Atsumu groaned and headed up the stairs to the room he shared with Osamu. Atsumu got unpacked and immediately decided to text Sakusa. He got into the top bunk and plopped down on his stomach. He opened his phone and went straight to Sakusa's contact.
Atsumu:🗨
Sakusa:💬
🗨Heyyy~
. . . 16 minutes later . . .
💬 Um, who is this?
🗨Its Atsumu, from the youth training camp!😘
💬 It's not its. Also, I'm pretty sure you would capitalize the Youth Training Camp.
🗨OMG STOP IT YER NOT ME ENGLISH TEAVHER KYOMMI😫
💬 My English teacher
🗨stop😭
💬What do you want?
🗨wdym🥺
💬You texted me out of the blue, which I'm guessing Komori gave you my number, so obviously you want something.
🗨First, yeah I did get yer number from yer cousin, second, idk I just wanted to talk to ya! :>
💬Well I have to go help make dinner. We can talk after.
🗨REALLY!?😍
💬Not if you keep acting like that.
🗨ok ok ok! I'll stop! Bye, Kyoomi~!
. . . Read . . .
Atsumu smiled at his phone, he got to talk to Sakusa. "TSUMU! SUPPERS READY! GET YA ASS DOWN HERE AND EAT BEFORE YA BROTHER EATS IT ALL!" Atsumu quickly got out of bed and ran downstairs. He was not about to let Osamu's fat ass eat all the food. After he was finished eating he helped clean up and headed upstairs. He climbed up and got into bed, putting a blanket over himself. Osamu was on the bottom bunk, and he had earbuds in as he was on the phone with Suna who was complaining about his little niece he was babysitting. Atsumu quickly got on his phone and went straight to the chat with Sakusa.
🗨Kyoomi~ are ya done yet?🥺
. . . 5 minutes later . . .
🗨Kyoomi?
🗨Kyoomi?
🗨Kyoomi?
🗨Kyoomi?
🗨Kyoomi?
🗨Kyoomi?
. . . Read . . .
. . . Big ass is typing . . .
💬yeah I'm done. I was finishing up in the bathroom.
🗨Were ya showering?
💬Yeah, I showered, brushed my teeth, did my skin care, and I'm currently getting changed into my sleep clothes.
🗨So are ya naked rn?
💬Ew, you pervert! No, I have boxers and a t-shirt on!
🗨 Aw, I was hoping ya were 🥺
💬You need therapy, like, as soon as possible.
🗨Ugh, Omi-kun you're so mean!😒
💬Omi-kun?
🗨Do ya like the nickname?
💬Eh, I don't really care, my little cousins call me Mi-Mi.
🗨Aww! That's so frickin sweet🥺😭
💬Well?
🗨???
💬You were so adamant about texting me earlier, what is it that is so important?
🗨Oh, idk, I just wanted to be your friend!
💬Uhm, okay?
. . . They text for about 2 hours . . .
💬Hey, I'm going to head to bed. Night.
🗨Okay, good night Omi-kun!😘
Over the next few weeks, the texting soon turned into calls, which turned into FaceTime. Atsumu slowly started to develop feelings for Sakusa, but he didn't want to admit it. Atsumu 💭: 'No! Stop it! Ya don't like Omi-kun, Tsumu! Ya aren't one of those gross faggots! Yer not a faggot, ya aren't a faggot, ya aren't a faggot!' He kept repeating this in his head throughout the day. "Osamu, is Atsumu okay? He looks stressed." Kita asked, looking very concerned. "I don't know, he's been spiraling like that the past few days." Kita frowned. "I hope he's okay. I'll talk with him later." Suna rested his chin on Osamu's shoulder. "Please do, Captain! I can't take this anymore his sets SUCK!" He kissed Osamu's neck. "Please no PDA . . ." Kita glared at them. After practice, Kita pulled Atsumu into a private room. "Uh, Kita?" He looked confused. "Tell me what's wrong, I'm not stupid Atsumu. I know something's wrong. Tell me, I will not judge." Atsumu looked down. 💭' It probably would help to tell someone, but what if Kita judges? No! He's not the type to judge, Tsumu!' He nodded. "I suppose I have no choice." Kita listened closely as Atsumu vented. He took note of everything, not judging for a second. "I see, so you're feeling self-induced homophobia as it seems to my knowledge on this topic. Well, I would say I understand but I really don't, but I will try my best to understand. Maybe try to talk to him about how you feel. It might help." Atsumu stiffened. "It's not that easy Kita . . ." Kita frowned. "Well, at least try." Atsumu nodded.
At home, Atsumu found himself on FaceTime with Sakusa. Sakusa was fresh or the shower, towel around his waist, his rather muscular build for a teenager making Atsumu blush deeply. 💭: 'Maybe I do like him . . .' They FaceTimed for a long time, both of them eventually falling asleep together on FaceTime.
. . . Back to the present time:
"Listen, you don't have to tell me everything. Just tell me enough so I can get an idea of how to help." Atsumu took a breath and spoke shakily. "Omi-Omi . . . I um. To be honest with ya. I like ya, like, a lot! Like, romantically. I have since I got yer number back in high school when we started Facetiming. Then we ended up on the same team and living together, sharing a bed. When we started cuddling it felt nice. It didn't help with my feelings for ya, but then ya offered becoming friends with benefits. Don't get me wrong, yer AMAZING in bed, like heavenly . . ." Kyoomi blushed slightly at the bed praise. ". . . But, I liked it, but I didn't. It just felt like ya were using me for sex. I wanted- I want, us to have sex as a couple. I want all these actions, cuddling, showering together, having sex, the random kisses, to come from the heart as a couple. Not friends with benefits." Atsumu looked down, he didn't realize he was crying till after he was done talking. Kyoomi looked shocked, and his cheeks were extremely red. He rubbed the back of his neck. The thing is, Kyoomi has liked Atsumu for about eight months now. But at the same time, he wasn't sure if they were genuine or not. He was still discovering his sexuality, and yeah, he will admit, he was Atsumu, but mostly as a way to find out his sexuality, not like that made it any better. "I'm sorry I made you feel that way. I-I really only thought about myself. Yeah, I was using you, but I wasn't using you for sex, I was using you because I'm still trying to find out my own identity. Not that that's a valid enough excuse for all the pain I've caused you. And to be honest, I think I've started developing feelings for you too. But I'm not sure as I'm still confused about my sexuality. I don't want to hurt you anymore while I'm still trying to find my identity, so, maybe we should distance ourselves in the activities we do that give off 'couple' I guess." Atsumu looked up, a bit of hopefulness in his eyes. 💭: 'Omi-Omi might have feelings for me?' Is that seriously all he got from that long monologue? Ugh never mind, I don't get paid enough to tell these stories, let's just continue! "I guess one of us could sleep on the couch and-" Kyoomi and Atsumu talked their stuff out, agreeing that they should stop showering together, kissing each other, and having sex. But there's one thing both of them couldn't live without, sleeping together. They agreed that they'd sleep in the same bed just not cuddle, well, try.
Over the next few weeks, Atsumu and Kyoomi were completely adapted to these new rules, well, the no-cuddling one was getting hard not to break. One weekend Kyoomi walked over to Atsumu. "Miya, do I look nice?" Atsumu looked up from his phone to see Kyoomi in a gorgeous suit. "Yeah . . . Ya look perfect, where are you going?" Kyoomi gulped. "I'm going on a date. I'm just using this as a way to try and help me find out my identity." Kyoomi had been going on a lot of blind dates recently to try to help find his sexuality, but none of them clicked. He always found himself thinking about Atsumu. "O-oh . . . Well, be careful!" Atsumu smiled even though deep down he was hurting. The doorbell rang and Kyoomi went on his blind date.
This went on for 12 more weeks. "Ya've been on a total of 27 dates and ya still can't figure out what ya are?" Kyoomi plopped on the bed, tired from the date he had just been on. "Shut up Miya." Atsumu helped Kyoomi get out of his fancy date clothes and into more comfortable clothes. The truth is, Kyoomi already figured out his sexuality two months ago, and he knows he's gay, and gay for Atsumu specifically. But if his parents found out, he'd be done for. His mother always dreamed of him marrying a young, beautiful girl, and having at least four kids. Those blind dates he went on? That was him trying to find a woman dumb or desperate enough to pretend to be a girl as Kyoomi's family had a dinner party coming up to celebrate the family business reaching a net wealth of 50billion. Kyoomi had lied to his mother, saying that he was dating a girl, even though he wasn't. See, when he graduated from high school, he promised his family by 21 he'd have a girlfriend, and if he didn't, he'd let them put him in an arranged marriage, why? Well, who knows he might have been high that day. But now he's in a dilemma. Unless . . . He turned to Atsumu. "Hey, Miya . . ." Atsumu looked up at him. "Yes, Omi-Omi?" Kyoomi started to explain everything to Atsumu, the truth and all, well, except for his liking of Atsumu. Atsumu was shocked. But of course, his dumb ass agreed to this plan. "Can you do that Miya?" Atsumu nodded eagerly. "Yes! But we need to go shopping to buy some clothes to make me look more feminine. And what about my voice?" Kyoomi paused, thinking for a bit before speaking, "Just don't talk, I'll say that you're very shy and that you don't like to talk much." Atsumu nodded. "I'll call some girlfriends to come help out with the whole look!" If Atsumu was being honest, he really only agreed to this because he was so desperate to have Kyoomi love him, even if it was just an act.
Over the week Atsumu, Kyoomi, and a few of Atsumu's female friends all went on a shopping spree, Kyoomi paying for everything because he's the only one who can afford this shit of course. After six hours of shopping, everyone was exhausted and ready to go home. Kyoomi drove and dropped off Atsumus' friends before they came back to the apartment. The dinner was tomorrow, and Atsumu had to practice walking in heels, and also try to make himself look so buffed up. That night they decided to shower together, breaking one of the rules, why? Who knows I may be the narrator but I'm still not given all the information unfortunately. During the shower, Kyoomi washed Atsumu's hair and body with feminine body wash, which Atsumu already used because he liked how it smelled. As they were rencing off, Kyoomi grabbed Atsumu's neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. Atsumu was about to push away, but he missed Kyoomi's lips more than he'd want to admit. He draped his arms over Kyoomi's shoulders and returned the kiss. After a few minutes, they pulled back, breathless. "Fuck . . . We just broke two of the rules, Omi-Omi." Kyoomi pulled Atsumu out of the shower and they both dried off. "I really don't care, Miya." He chuckled out, still slightly breathless from their earlier makeout session. They both got ready for bed and snuggled together. Atsumu hummed as Kyoomi played with his hair, which was actually rather dead from all the bleach. "You need to give your hair a break." Atsumu huffed. "Yeah, yeah! Yer not my ma Omi-Omi!" Kyoomi snorted. They soon fell asleep. Just as they fell asleep, the sun was up. They got up and ate breakfast, well, tried. Atsumu doesn't have a good reputation as a cook, so let's just say Kyoomi ended up remaking breakfast. Throughout the day, Atsumu prepared himself for the dinner with Kyoomi's family. He was nervous as fuck. They both were rather panicked the whole day. But unfortunately, the time came. They both got ready for the dinner and headed out. "I feel like I'm going hurl." Kyoomi took a deep breath as he started the car. "Same, I want to rip my guts out . . ." The ride to the mansion was silent and heavy. As they pulled up to the mansion, Atsumu and Kyoomi were TERRIFIED. What if they find out this is all a lie? What if they find out he's gay and disown him? They took deep breaths and got out of the car, walking up to the main door. Kyoomi and Atsumu interlocked their arms. Kyoomi took a deep breath before knocking. The door opened with a creak.
There stood a beautiful, tall, and lean lady. She had dark piercing eyes with strong facial features. She had thick wavy black hair that went to her waist. She looked gorgeous. Snatched waist, long silk black dress with gold jewelry. Long dark red claw-like nails. Her strong gaze turned happy as soon as she saw Kyoomi. "AGHHH!! IT'S MY BABY BOY!!! KYO HOW HAVE YOU BEEN!?" She pushed through Atsumu and hugged Kyoomi tightly, picking up very easily despite being in what seemed like 12-inch heels. Her voice was rather raspy, not the smoker rasper, more like the I have mucus in my throat and can't cough it out raspy. "I'm good, Mom. C-can you put me down?" He smiled and dropped him. "Of course!" She looked over at Atsumu. "Is this your bo-girlfriend you were talking about?" She took one glance at Atsumu and could tell that she was actually a he. She just decided to play along. "Yes, this is my girlfriend, Atsu- uhm . . . Mi-a? Yeah, Mia! She's Uhm, part American . . ." Atsumu forced a smile and stepped on Kyoomi's foot. "Oh!? A foreign girl!? How exciting!" She eagerly shook Atsumus' hand. "Come inside you two!" She dragged them inside the mansion. Kyoomi's father was talking with some family and other businessmen. "Everyone! Kyoomi and his girlfriend are here!" She pushed them to the center. Everyone turned to look at them and started clapping. They both gave awkward smiles. Kyoomi's father walked over to them. He shook their hands firmly. "Heh, you've got some muscles, little lady! You must work out." Atsumu smiled and giggled, nodding in awe, God Kyoomi's dad was hot. He looked just like Kyoomi, just with a few grey hairs and a beard. "Yeah, we work out a lot together." Kyoomi tugged Atsumu close to him as he spoke. They started introducing themselves to everyone. The night was going smoothly. Dinner was slightly awkward, but good nonetheless. After the hours of the dinner, Atsumu rested his head on Kyoomi's shoulder as he was talking to his mother and father. "Looks like Mia is sleepy." Kyoomi smiled warmly and kissed his head gently. "Yeah, it's one in the morning, I'd better get him home." Fuck, he messed up. "He?" His father said firmly. Kyoomi's mother pulled her husband back and made an excuse to help Kyoomi. "You misunderstood, dear. He said she! This is why toy need to eat your hearing aids!" Kyoomi's father didn't question further. Kyoomi carried Atsumu bridal style. Kyoomi's mother walked them to the door. "I'm guessing that you knew Mia was actually a guy?" Kyoomi's mother snorted. "Oh, of course! He's too well built, plus, I recognize the face anywhere, even with all that makeup. I watch all your games, I know that's your setter. Though, I do understand why you did this. If your father found out he'd probably murder you." Kyoomi held Atsumu closer. He nodded before kissing his mother's cheek. "Thanks for the cover, bye!" She smiled, "Anytime, goodbye hun!" She waved them bye before heading back to the mansion.
The drive home was quiet. Once they got home, Kyoomi carried the sleeping Atsumu up to their apartment. He made sure to wake him up so he could get ready for bed, helping him of course. "Thanks for doing that for me." Kyoomi washed Atsumu's back. "Mm, no problem." They both showered together.
⚠️Slightly spicy part coming up!⚠️
It didn't take long for them to start kissing. Atsumu wrapped his arms around Kyoomi's neck before jumping into his arms. He gasped softly when Kyoomi gripped his ass cheeks, gently pressing his back against the shower tiles. Kyoomi pulled back. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Atsumu pressed himself closer to Kyoomi. He nodded. "Verbal answer Miya." Atsumu pouted and gave the puppy eyes. "Yes, I want this." Kyoomi set Atsumu down and turned off the water. They got out of the shower and Kyoomi carried Atsumu to their bedroom, water dripping off them. "Aw, I wanted shower sex with ya!" He gave a pouty face when Kyoomi gently laid him on the bed. Kyoomi pulled a condom out of the drawer along with some lubricant. Atsumu stopped the pout and shifted with legs. "You okay?" He rubbed Atsumu's legs gently."Yeah, just . . ." His penis started to rise. "Excited?" Kyoomi chuckled as he put the condom on his penis. Atsumu nodded, giving a whispered yeah. Kyoomi crawled on top of him and started to kiss him gently, no tongue, yet, just passionate moving lips. Atsumu hummed until the kiss then suddenly tensed up and jolted when he felt lubricated fingers middle and ring, slide into his hole. He gasped softly as Kyoomi pulled his head back from the kiss. "Color?" Atsumu looked up with pleading eyes. "Green." Kyoomi laid his head down into the crook of Atsumu's neck. He moved his fingers gently, enjoying the tightness, the muscles there were like a velvet vice, unyielding yet elastic, clamping down hard around his fingers as they pushed in deeper, inch by inch. Atsumu gasped softly. His body would occasionally jolt when he felt Kyoomi's fingers graze his prostate. Kyoomi was gently sucking on Atsumu's neck, leaving a few marks. He pulled back and looked down at Atsumu who now had his forearms over his face, trying to hide his desperate facial expression. "He started scissoring motions to loosen Atsumu's hole up; the feeling of his tight, hot, velvet-like ass made Kyoomi pleased. He missed this. After a few minutes, he slowly removed his fingers, causing Atsumu to eek softly. "Miya~" He spoke in a low, suggestive tone as he rubbed Atsumu's thick thighs. He kissed Atsumu's chin. "Move your arms off your pretty little face . . ." He paused, "I'll stop calling you Miya if you move your arms." Atsumu moved his arms slightly. "Ya promise? Even not during sex?" Kyoomi kissed Atsumu's now exposed lips. "Yes, I promise." He sat up and aligned himself with Atsumu's entrance. "Are you ready?" Atsumu nodded, "Yeah, I'm ready." Kyoomi slowly pushed inside. The warm, tight, velvet vice feeling of Atsumu's ass engulfing his penis as he pushes deeper till all of his manhood is inside. Atsumu gasped and jolted and squirmed around slightly as Kyoomi pushed inside. "Color?" Kyoomi rubbed Atsumu's stomach. "Yellow . . . Pull out some, please- I-I forgot how big you are." Kyoomi obliged without a first thought. He pulled out half so only four point five inches were inside Atsumu. "Better?" Atsumu sighed contentedly, "Do much . . ." Kyoomi sat there for a little bit, letting Atsumu adjust. When Atsumu gave the arm tug signal, Kyoomi started to move slowly. His penis moves in and out of Atsumu's ass with gentleness. He leaned down and kissed Atsumu thoroughly, using his tongue this time. Every ten or fifteen minutes, Kyoomi would ask Atsumu how he's doing, adjusting if necessary. Can you guys imagine what they did for the rest of the night? Good.
The next morning Atsumu woke up with back and leg pain. "Fucking hell . . . I don't think I'm making it to practice today." He mumbled to himself as he sat up, noticing a weight around his waist. He looked down to notice Kyoomi's arms wrapped tightly around his waist, his eyes still shut and tired. Atsumu smiled softly and laid back down. He snuggled into Kyoomi and went back to sleep.