sakuatsu
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Kiyoomi didn’t care for messes of the physical, emotional, or mental sort. He despised all things chaotic and kept a strict schedule in place for himself to prevent any discrepancies. His entire life was mapped out in his calendar–class, homework, studying. Volleyball practice and games. A weekly catch-up with his cousin and bi-weekly phone calls with his mother. The occasional team outing, when it had been too long, and he needed to show his face to keep up with appearances. Getting coffee with his classmates once a week and pretending that he had any intentions of carrying on with the friendship after graduation, when they all went their separate ways. All his weekly hours were accounted for, and that was how Kiyoomi liked things. The sport of volleyball was unpredictable. Even when you trained hard and were facing off against a team that was worse than your own, anything could happen. Someone could drop the ball, miss their serve, or get injured. The thrill of that was the only sort of unpredictability that Kiyoomi needed or wanted in his life.
But Miya Atsumu had gone and messed everything up.
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It was easier, with Atsumu in Osaka and Kiyoomi in Tokyo most of the time, their schedules hardly ever aligning. With temptation hundreds of kilometers away, Kiyoomi could behave himself and return his focus to Hiroki, as long as Atsumu wasn’t around. He liked his boyfriend. He was a good alpha, and they’d have a happy life together. Hiroki didn’t deserve to have Kiyoomi’s thoughts to stray and his omega become consumed by another man.
But temptation was no longer across the country.
Temptation was standing right in front of him.
“This is the last time.” Kiyoomi gasped as Atsumu ripped his underwear down, tossing them over his shoulder as he settled between the omega’s legs. “We really shouldn’t.”
“That’s what ya said last time, baby. Yet here we are.”
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war and peace by hybridbarbiecar for holyarmpits, irrationalobsessions1
Fandoms: Haikyuu!!
09 Jan 2026
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Kiyoomi closed his eyes as he settled against one of the lumpy pillows, pulling the comforter up over his head. The least he could do was try to get some rest while he still could, folding his legs up against his chest and curling his toes inside his socks. He wished he were at home, in his own bed, with Atsumu by his side to scent him instead of just a musky shirt. But he had ended things a month ago, and all the wishing in the world wouldn’t make his dreams come true.
That was the last thing Kiyoomi thought of before sleep overtook him.
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atsumu was always at least a little aware of kiyoomi's flexibility. however he wasn't fully aware to the extent of just /how/ flexible he truly was - or it's potential. until now that is.
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or the autofellatio fic made specifically because sakusa is literally built for this kink <3
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"I'm sorry. I'll be home soon." He tells his soulmate. He can feel Atsumu's anger. His worry. His hurt.
But this time, when the fear almost chokes him, Atsumu replies curtly; "I'll be waiting."
Strangely, the thought of returning home— a home he believed had burned to the ground— doesn't scare him.
At sixteen, Sakusa Kiyoomi was against soulmates. That was until he met his own; Miya Atsumu.
At twenty-three, Sakusa Kiyoomi finally learns that there is more to life than divine intervention.
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- Part 2 of An Ode to Love and Life