just thought about husband! sakusa kiyoomi who sees you gushing over these people on your social media who have the body-tight sleeveless turtleneck top on and he cannot tolerate it no longer.
so what does he do?
husband! sakusa kiyoomi asks the coach— thefucking coach— if he could change jerseys. not the number, not the colour, no. he wants to change those lousy and plain jersey shirts into those body tight sleeveless turtlenecks. and who is the coach to say no? so he does ask sakusa asks.
he never told you about it, of course he didn’t. he just waited until they came and he‘d wear them to the match and you‘d drool over him. he‘ll watch you rock your shit and try to keep yourself sane, try to stop everyone else from taking him and keeping him for yourself.
cut to a few days later husband! sakusa kiyoomi gets his jerseys in the changing room of the court. but when he tries them on he realizes it‘s a bit small—actually not a bit— it‘s a whole ass number size smaller.
instead of it being comfortably tight, it‘s just tight as shit. his abs are framed, you can make out the veins of his body, make out his spine, hell even see the way his nipples protrude against the fabric.
he gets flustered. fucking hell, he thinks. what is be going to do now? there’s no more time to change, the game is literally about to fucking start! oh well, yolo, is something he learned from you and he never thought he‘d be using that ever. yet look at him right now.
but he signed up for it. so like a real man, he sucks it up and goes out there with his muscles bulging. and as soon as he stands there in the starting line he can feel everyones— literally everybody’s— eyes on him. but he does not mind them, instead he looks for you and meets his onyx hues with yours. his eyes meet yours and he can see how you‘re licking your lips as you smirk, trying to keep yourself sane as you wear his old jersey that he told you to wear.
when the game starts, what you did not expect was to see was when he jumped to smash the ball to the ground is the way his jersey bailed out on him halfway, exposing his perfectly made abs. everyone swooned, yelled, some howled. literally. and you were no exception, but of course you did so with some class, keeping it together as you recite your twentieth prayer to the gods.
and by the time the game was done you could bet to hell everyone wasn’t even talking about how they won, they were all talking about how pro-athlete sakusa kiyoomi‘s abs make an appearance on the court!
however, before they could even ask about it sakusa kiyoomi was whisked away by none other than you. quickly driving him home and putting yourself on the menu for his congratulatory dinner.
and when the next day came, sakusa had once again showed up with that same body tight sleeveless turtleneck in white instead of black. not because he wanted everyone to savour his figure, but because something had to cover the amount of hickies you placed on him.
i said “boy-kisser” in my mind as an insult to myself and blacked out and this was on my screen.
matsukawa Issei x male!reader (reader is called a guy but no pronouns are used) no major warnings, there’s an implication of the ick but it’s perceived as a joke.
“Can I kiss you?”
Matsukawa looks up in shock at your words, his phone nearly falling out of his hands when he’d loosen his grip. “I’m sorry?”
“Can I kiss you?” You repeat. You’re standing more confidently now, though you aren’t sure where it came from, he only asked you to repeat yourself.
He looks to the side as if he’s waiting for someone else to answer for him, only turning back towards you when he noticed that everyone who was around him had found refuge behind a bush. How discreet.
“Are you sure you want to do that?” He chuckled quietly, hopeful that some lower form of humor would ease his nerves. “I mean, we’re both guys.”
“If I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t have asked.” You retort, stance now slack at his dodging. “You can say no you know, I’m sorry for pressuring you.”
He waves his hands frantically in front of him, resting his hand on his neck in apology after. “It’s not that I don’t want to it’s just—”
“You’re afraid things will change between us? Or something else?”
“Maybe both?”
“You don’t seem so sure.”
“You caught me off guard!” He exclaimed, hiding his face between his hands. “You don’t go about asking people randomly if you can kiss them.”
“Then just say no.” You question, tilting your head.
He lets out a loud, dramatic, groan. “You, you’re actually insufferable.” He says, smushing your cheeks together with one hand. He presses a quick peck to your lips when you go to say something, pulling back with an embarrassed flush to his cheeks. “There.”
You grin at him, giving him a thumbs up. “Wasn’t that hard now was it!”
“Hey, don’t give me a thumbs up after we kiss.” He says, swatting your hand down. “That’s like, dapping me up after we’ve um… you know what never mind.” He mumbles the last part, the blush on his cheeks growing.
There’s a beat of silence before you finally take in his words, doubling over in laughter when a visible tick mark appears on his forehead.
“You’re kidding me, Issei!” You howled, hitting his shoulder repeatedly, hard. “Take me out to dinner first.”
“Fine.”
It’s like a flick of a light switch how fast your laughter seized, was it even that funny in the first place?
“Are you asking me out on a date?”
“We’ve kissed, you implied it, might as well right?”
You hum, tutting your head to the side in agreement. You can see the sweat piling on his forehead. “Alright.” he sighed in relief at your answer, there were numerous cheers near the non-suspicious bush.
You wear a proud grin when you walk beside him, “I always knew you were practically in love with me.”
He shoves your shoulder, smiling when you nearly lost your balance. “Shut up.”
[6:03pm] It has been ages that Suna came home so early. To be frank, the brown haired male himself didn’t know what made him do so. He didn’t even really care, did he? If he did, he wouldn’t come home so late. If he cared, he would willingly spend time with you, he wouldn’t spend so much time in the gym even after practice had ended, he wouldn’t roam around without any destination for long hours at night. No, if he cared, he would rush to your shared home, he would throw himself into your arms, he would caress your figure as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent like his personal drug.
Wasn’t this what it was like once? Maybe Suna just missed it. Maybe he missed your sweet spoken words, maybe he missed the glow in your eyes whenever he came home right on time, maybe he missed the soft touches you two exchanged, the longing kisses and cuddles after a long, exhausting day. No matter how often he told himself that he didn’t want that, he didn’t crave you, you were nothing more than a nuisance to him. You weren‘t important, you were nothing more than a mere way to pass time, a person to take care of his household, plate him meals and warm his bed. So why did he miss you after so many months of silence between you? Why did he miss your voice, your laugh?
Suna could easily ignore the sunken feeling he had when he entered your shared home. Sure, it wasn’t like you to have all the lights turned off, it wasn’t like you to not be swaying your hips in the kitchen and hum along the music you were playing, it wasn’t like you to not give him a warm smile as you finally saw him. It wasn’t like you to not be home when he finally returned. Still he didn’t really bother, he only shrugged his gym bag off and went to take a quick shower. You‘d be home once he got out of the bathroom, right? You‘d be happy, eyes lighting up as you launched yourself onto him, surprised, yes, but elated. You‘d tell him how glad you were that he was home and that you could finally spend some quality time together again.
Yet as he stepped out of the steam filled bathroom and yelled out your name, expecting some sort of answer, you were still nowhere to be seen. Maybe you hid somewhere, maybe you wanted to scare him? You loved that, you always did. Perhaps you were hiding in the shadows? A deep chuckle escaped Suna as he shook his head, finding his way into the living room and sitting down. He took his phone out, deciding that you sure would come out sooner or later, like you had done so many times; surely today wasn’t different.
It was only when he looked at the clock and widened his yellow eyes that he realized that you weren’t coming home - after all you haven’t been for a month now.
