#haikyuu sakusa kiyoomi

[sugarlywhispers]

s.kiyoomi + gf moments

☆— fem reader, crack, fluff

☆— a/n; i don't know what this is, i just had a thought and felt like writing it.. it could become a serie of events until the Sakusa Kiyoomi finally admits he loves y/n (?) idk, let me know if you like the idea😊

You have been best friends with Bokuto since you were young. Your friendship was so fun and purely like brother and sister that you even decided to move together once high school was over and your University period of life began. Even if you were very different in personalities, somehow you both worked together and couldn't imagine a life without him as your bestie-almost brother.

After some time living together, you got very used to seeing some people around the house almost everyday, his volleyball teammates.

First, it was Miya Atsumu and Sakusa Kiyoomi. Atsumu was the biggest flirt you have ever encountered in your life, almost to the point in which sometimes it annoyed you. In a good way though. He was a cutie.

While Kiyoomi was very chill and shy, he mostly kept to himself if no one bothered him; but he had the most snarky and filled with sarcasm answers for whatever antics Boo and 'Tsumu could come up with. You loved it.

Then Hinata Shouyo joined the team, and it was like a whirlwind uprooted everything in his path. He was the most outgoing and sociable and kind human being you have ever met.

And it all became like a routine. Everyday after practice, all of them would come to have dinner at yours and Boo's apartment. By this time, you already know all of them and how they all liked things and their meals. Especially Omi. He was a particular, rare especimen.

Bokuto had warned you before introducing him, how he did not like physical contact or how he wouldn't take off his mask if he wasn’t playing in a match or eating. He warned you not to feel offended or take it personal if he bluntly commented on how things were not clean enough or whatever.

But surprisingly, he had never looked down on anything in your apartment or even commented anything in front of you.

There was even one time he did comment in the middle of dinner, "I'm surprised how you maintain everything this clean and organized considering you live with Bokuto…"

"Hey!" Boo complained, mouth full of food, while everyone laughed.

That same night, Boo had pestered you about how the Sakusa Kiyoomi liked you. Of course, you couldn't believe it. The man barely spoke to you outside of those moments the team was present at your apartment. 

It was until one night, when everyone came of course after practice to have dinner you were already cooking, when he did something you never thought he would do.

Of course, the amount of noise they made even before getting inside the apartment was a clear sign they were almost there. Shouyo and Boo always came straight to hug, picking you up and squishing you hard as a greeting. Atsumu would fist pump and wink at you before throwing himself on the sofa, of course putting some other volleyball's team match on the TV. While Omi would simply bow slightly with his head, not even getting too close to you, standing on the entrance of the kitchen.

By this time, you already knew and respected each one of them and their ways to show how much they appreciated you.

"It smells so good, Y/N," whined Shouyo as he entered the kitchen and made his way to the fridge to pick something to drink.

Omi was so quiet you have not realized he had followed the red-mostly orange-head and was standing at the door of the kitchen.

"I'm glad you think that," you smiled happily.

"He says that about almost everything. He would eat a bug and say exactly the same thing if he's hungry enough."

To say that you were surprised to hear his deep voice speak that amount of words was small. Yet, you couldn't avoid finding it funny how he always got the cleverest answers and dark humor. So you laughed, while Shouyo pouted, drinking from the beer he took from the fridge–it was Friday night after all.

You kept cooking, smiling and listening to how Shouyo complained to his teammate how evil he was with him when he was all nice to him.

"Alright you two…" you meddled, smiling happily at the incessant noise from everyone around, "If you're gonna keep arguing, you could at least help on setting the table, right?"

They both nodded while moving around to find what they needed, still arguing, but now about something else which sounded like Shouyo's height. Omi loved getting on Shouyo's nerves when it came to his height.

"What's that, Y/N?" Shouyo suddenly asked, signaling to a set of a plate, forks, a glass and a mug that were separated in a corner of the cupboard.

"Oh. That's Omi's," you said, your attention anywhere but said man.

"I don't remember leaving my stuff here," he commented, with no mean intention in his voice towards you.

"No, I mean… I know you don't like your stuff mixed with everyone's, so I picked a set I always clean twice and kept it separated from everything else. No one touches or uses that but you," you answered him, still looking at the food you were cooking over the oven.

Oh, God, kill me now, was all you thought as silence reigned in the kitchen.

But then, you felt a tall, warm presence behind you. You knew it was Omi, Shouyou was not that tall–he was only a head over yours, while you knew Omi was much taller.

It was the first time the Sakusa Kiyoomi got that close to you and it shocked you to the core. But what surprised you the most was when you felt his chin rest on your head comfortably.

"Thank you, Y/N," you could feel the vibrations of his deep voice and the rumble of his chest on your back saying your name, his entire dark but comfy aura so close to you, all you could think was how good it felt.

If you would have turned a bit to Shouyo's direction, you would have seen him with his eyes open wide, like those funny cartoons where their eyes popped off their face to express shock. Thankfully, he didn't say anything, he simply turned on his feet and flew from the kitchen to the living room where Tsumu and Boo were.

"You're welcome," was all you could say, almost a whisper, as he comfortably stayed there, barely a centimeter of distance between his body and yours.

If you weren't shocked enough by that, you definitely almost collapsed when you felt one of his fingers timidly caress your hand that was not holding the spoon you were cooking with, resting next to your hip. It had been barely a touch, yet the warmth and little tingling it provoked made you take a deep breath to gather your mind straight.

If you hadn't before, now you definitely were falling for this rare specimen. 

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[kikiyoomis]

sakusa prefers to be subtle and private about your relationship with him. he’s not going grab your waist, barrage you with kisses all over your face or any other blatant displays of pda. he tells other couples to “get a room” anytime they get a little too heated and he doesn’t like being a hypocrite.

except under one condition.

he’s both a jealous and confrontational man.

someone’s staring at you for too long? he’s going to show them who has your full attention by sweeping you up in his arms

someone’s trying to flirt with you? suddenly your tongue is too busy dancing with his to even reply

someone’s buying you a drink everyday just to win you over? he’s buying you a bouquet of fresh flowers every morning and lunch.

and sakusa knows he’s good looking. as an athlete his body is always at its best physique, he takes care of his skin and hair and he’s even made it to the top ten of both “official” and fan made lists of japan’s hottest athletes multiple times. even a blind person would know who’s coming out on top when comparing sakusa’s attractiveness to the nobody that’s trying to woo his s/o.

so he’s always willing to show off a little just to prove to them who’s really deserving of your love.

but 9 times out of 10 every time he does this it embarrasses you to hell and back. though, it is kind of cute if you look more closely at the intentions rather than the execution.

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[mavrintarou]

[11:16 PM] Sakusa Kiyoomi

It's been a while since I last posted about Omi-Omi. Happy (belated) Valentine's Day!

Warning: mild angst but reconciled and happy smut (18+)

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Kiyoomi set his gym bag in the usual spot of his apartment. Tonight, his home felt unusually cold and empty.

Switching the lights on, he is met with two floating balloons and a bag with red and pink hearts printed all over it.

He let out a chuckle and grabbed the bag, pulling out the tissue paper that was stuffed inside. He found all sorts of chocolate inside, his favorite chocolates.

Happy Valentine’s Day, jerk.

Y/n

Kiyoomi released a deep sigh. He and Y/n had gotten into an argument two nights ago, he couldn’t even remember what it was about. But it was 48 hours of silence from Y/n, 48 hours of emptiness.

The phone line rang repeatedly until it went to her voicemail.

He’s sent her three texts and they were left unread.

“C’mon…” he whispered, pacing around his place. “Pick up, please…”

A click came from the other line and he exhaled, “Y/n, thank goodness, where – “

“Hi, this isn’t Y/n but I’m her coworker!”

Kiyoomi frowned, and growled, “where is Y/n?”

“We are at a company dinner and she’s here… a little intoxicated…”

Kiyoomi could hear mumblings in the background, “… who is it…”

“Where are you guys?” he asked, heading to the shoe rack to put his shoes on.

He heard muffling but couldn’t hear clearly.

“… don’t tell him where I am…”

“… he’s mean and I don’t – I don’t wanna see him right now…”

His heart dropped.

“Hi, hello? Are you still there? Omi? Is this Omi with a white heart emoji next to your name? The Omi that is mean?”

“Yes,” Kiyoomi answered defeatedly, “this is Omi.”

“Look,” whoever this person on the other line whispered, “she keeps saying you are mean and she doesn’t want to see you but I secretly know she does, women to women, she wants to see you… we’re… we’re at the XXXX restaurant.” She paused before whispering loudly, “come get your girl!”

.

Kiyoomi’s strides were only half their usual length, and he inserted a two-second pause between each step. Y/n, with a gloomy mood, followed four feet behind him.

Arriving at the restaurant, he discovered her sitting sadly at the end of the table, all alone. Her colleagues were accompanied by their partners, but Y/n was left by herself. Kiyoomi felt a lump of guilt in his throat; he should have been there with her.

Their most recent argument stemmed from this issue. Y/n had requested him to cut short his training if possible for one night, but he declined, emphasizing the priority of his training.

“I’m simply asking if you could leave an hour earlier, or even thirty minutes early to make it to dinner, if it’s feasible. Can you not even manage that?” Her voice was tinged with angst.

“No, you understand how important my training is. I can’t simply leave early for something like this.”

Something like this…

Now, he felt the full weight of guilt engulfing him.

He halted and glanced back, noticing that Y/n had also come to a stop, gazing into the distance. Following her gaze, he spotted a small shop with claw and capsule machines.

He is reminded of his snarky comment about her liking such stupid things.

Walking up to her, he waited until she looked at him. “Let’s go,” he said jerking his head towards the shop.

Her cheeks were still rosy from the alcohol, her eyes weren’t as lively as they should be. “No,” she grumbles, looking away with a pout. “It’s just stupid stuff,” she attempted to walk around him when he caught her wrist and began tugging her towards the store. “What are you doing?”

He ignores her question and tugs her gently along until they get to the change machine. Stuffing a few bills inside to exchange for tokens. “What would you like?”

She looked at the handful of tokens and then his eyes, and with a weary tone she asked, “why are you doing this?”

“Because you like it and it makes you happy,” his tone is gentle and careful, “and I want to see you happy.” He puts a handful of tokens in her palm. “Go, show me what makes you happy.”

Still pouty, she closed her fingers around the token and walked around him.

Kiyoomi smiled to himself, knowing deep down she was excited.

.

“Are you satisfied with your wins?” He stared at the bag full of plushies and capsule toys.

Y/n nodded, restraining a bright smile on her lips. “Thank you,” she whispered.

Seizing the opportunity, Kiyoomi extended his left hand, asking, “can you hold my hand?” He let out a quite breath when she placed her palm in his. They walked side by side in silence.

“Where are we going?” she asked quietly.

“Let’s go grab some junk food at 7/11 and... my place?” He prayed she would come over but instead, she looked at him as if he had two heads. Chuckling, he knew why she was looking at him weirdly. He was completely against eating any junk food, let alone anything from a convenience store. “A little junk food won’t kill me.”

“It might make you sick though?”

“Shh, don’t jinx me like that.”

.

Sure enough, it did make him feel sick.

All he ate was a cup of instant ramen, and within less than an hour, he started experiencing stomach churning.

“I told you,” Y/n scolded, yet concern was written all over her face. She quickly ushered him to lie down on the couch.

If it meant for Y/n to nurse him and show him affection again, the stomach ache was worth it.

He groaned, “it hurts…”

Digging through her purse, she tried to look for her pill box. “Here, take this medication. It’ll help with the tummy ache.”

He accepted the small pill and popped it into his mouth, taking it down with water. He grabbed her hand, “rub my tummy like you did that one time.”

Y/n hesitated, staring at him suspiciously before reaching to push his shirt up to reveal his abdomen. She ignored the ripples of muscles and put pressure on a certain area of his body.

Kiyoomi groaned, feeling instant relief.

She reached for his hand and placed it with hers, “when you have a tummy ache, always press this pressure point.”

She was about to stand up when he stopped her. Panicking he asked, “wait, where are you going?”

“I’m just going to make you some rice soup.”

He still pouted, watching her walk away to his kitchen.

A few minutes later, she returned with a bowl of steaming contents. “Bland, just the way you like it,” she mentioned, taking a seat on the edge of the couch. “How is your stomach feeling?”

“It’ll feel a lot better if you do it…”

Y/n scoffed and slapped his hand away, “you’re such a baby.”

“Correction, I’m your baby…”

Y/n narrowed her eyes at him, “who are you and what have you done to Kiyoomi?”

Kiyoomi’s lips turned downwards. “Omi…” he corrected quietly. When she doesn’t respond he bites his lips nervously. “I’m sorry.”

Her brow raised, and she looked at him as if she didn’t comprehend what he was saying.

“I’m sorry,” he says again, louder this time. “I have been a jerk and insensitive to you… I have not been compromising and mean to you and I’m sorry,” he bowed his head. “I don’t want you to be mad at me anymore. I’ll do better, I promise. Please don’t leave me.” His voice cracked at his last part of his sentence.

“Leave you? Who said I was leaving you?”

“But you didn’t want to see me?”

Y/n frowned, confused. “When did I say that?”

“Earlier on the phone, I heard you telling your coworker that you didn’t want to see me…” very quietly he added, “that hurt my feelings.” He felt childish but he wanted to be honest.

“I didn’t want to see you is very different from I’m leaving you,” Y/n clarified. She sighed, running a hand through her hair before reaching for the bowl of soup. She blew to cool the spoonful of soup before bringing it to his mouth. “I said that I didn’t want to see you because I knew I would give in and forgive you.”

He swallows the soup before asking, “please forgive me?”

“I saw your face so I already forgave you.”

He couldn’t ignore the cheering in his mind. “Do you really mean it? You forgive me for being a jerk?”

“Yes, you jerk.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“But you called yourself that too?” Y/n countered, shoving a spoonful of soup into his mouth. “Eat and feel better.”

Kiyoomi smiles, “… kiss me, that would really make me feel better.”

The corner of her lips tugged upward, “you sly jerk…”

He sits up, bringing his face close to hers. “Please, a kiss?”

She pecks his lips.

He pouted, “that’s not a kiss.”

“Yes it is, my lips touched yours.”

He blinked and then frowned, “that was hardly a kiss…”

Y/n raised a brow, challenging him, “then what’s a kiss to you then?”

And he showed her.

He cupped her face, tilting it before pressing his lips against hers. As soon as she gasped, he slipped his tongue in, meeting hers in a tango.

“Omi…” Y/n breathed, pushing him away to catch a breath.

His lips continued to her jaw and down her neck. “Please Y/n…” he begged, tugging at her tucked-in dress shirt. He pulls away and looks at her with dark pupils, waiting for her consent.

She launched at him, knocking him onto his back once more. Her mouth moved hungrily against his as she tugged at his clothes.

“I’m not going anywhere…” he chuckled.

“You will be if you don’t take help take our clothes off…”

Their clothes lay carelessly on the ground seconds later.

Y/n raised herself and straddled his lap. She rocked her hips, gliding her pussy along the length of his cock.

Kiyoomi hissed loudly as his hands gripped her hip tightly, nails digging into her hip bone. “Don’t –“ he choked, “don’t tease me…” He didn’t miss the smirk on her lips.

Having enough of not being inside of her already, Kiyoomi flipped them and shifted her underneath him. His hand found one of hers and threaded their fingers together, clasping tightly. He searched her eyes and she answered by lifting her hips.

“Haa, you’re going to be the death of me,” he sank his cock into her sweet pussy.

He waited a few seconds, savoring the intimate bond. Kiyoomi peers down at her before pressing his forehead against hers and without breaking eye contact, he whispers, “I love you.”

He doesn’t express those three words as frequently as he ought to, but he can observe the way her eyes illuminate when he does. “I love you, Y/n…” he repeated, rocking his hips slowly but deeply. “I know I don’t say it often enough for you but you are my everything… and I never want to be without you again…”

Y/n released a soft whimper and cupped his face, connecting their lips. “I love you too, Omi…”

It was soft lovemaking.

Each rock of his hips was gentle with care, with love.

“Let’s cum together?”

Y/n nodded, tightening her arms around his shoulders and soon their bodies trembled in release.

Kiyoomi pulls Y/n up and they sit down, still connected very intimately. He reached for the bag of chocolate, took a piece, and unwrapped it before placing it into her mouth. Then, he helped himself to a piece as well.

“Thank you for the chocolate,” he murmurs.

Pressing a kiss to his cheek, she whispered, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Omi.”

. . .

E/n: Going back to Teo now...

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[idlerin]

THEY’VE GOT NO IDEA ABOUT ME AND YOU — sakusa kiyoomi one-shot smau

you and sakusa kiyoomi have been competing with each other since your first year when for the first time in your life, someone beat you at academics (something you based your self esteem on).

you developed a begrudging crush on him in your second year when you realized he wasn’t that bad when the two of you stayed late in the classroom and you had a breakdown and instead of telling you to suck it up like you expected he would, he wiped your tears with his handkerchief and calmingly brushed your hair away from your face (he still called you a dummy tho).

it was in your third year when sakusa (with a flushed face) asked you out while you were ranting about how you were going to outrank him in the next semester as well. you were so shocked it took you too long to answer and he stomped away annoyed (you ran after him and held his hand which made both of you blush— you guys did go on a date the following day).

once you made things official, you both have agreed to keep it a secret (mostly cause you didn’t know how to tell everybody, sakusa didn’t really care, but you do, so he cares by default). none of your friends know about your romantic relationship with your academic rival who you swore you hate so much. not even your childhood best friends, kenma and kuroo, knew. for kiyoomi, motoya didn’t know (but sakusa knows motoya has his suspicions).

you talk about sakusa all the time in your priv (which is an acc just for you, but ever since dating him you’ve let his account in).

the following day, sakusa was more aware of his surroundings— and glared at poor yuu a lot who didn’t know what he did to upset sakusa.

it took you a while to notice but when you eventually do, you laughed so hard your friends thought you were crazy. later on at lunch you coddle sakusa (and tease him also) but your laughs were contagious and he gave in after a while and even let out a small smile.

that small smile diminishes later on in the next period where you guys end up arguing— which was normal, what wasn’t normal was when “yuu” raised his hand and sided with sakusa’s point. which made sakusa mad, because why the hell would anyone disprove your point? you made sense! sure he was arguing with you too, but he wasn’t saying you were wrong, he’s just saying there’s more to it than that. (he’s the how-dare-you-disagree-with-my-gf boyfriend)

unlike our [name], sakusa has surprisingly healthy study habits despite juggling volleyball and academics.

[name] does indeed do better in the exams, with a point difference but still.

they go on a movie date after! motoya was looking for kiyoomi everywhere.

[name] accidentally sees kuroo and kenma in the mall when their date was about to end. they saw a glimpse of sakusa and thus, confirmed, [name] really wasn’t delusional.

kenma was following [name]’s phone in life360 and stumbled upon her sweetly feeding sakusa kiyoomi— the same person she’s been ranting about for years— while kissing his cheek. it grossed him out but not enough to not take a picture.

motoya signed kiyoomi up for the date auction for fun (kiyo currently has the most biddings).

you irritatedly dug out your wallet and tossed your bag to kiyoomi’s lap and ran.

a/n — apologies for zero nonsense updates i needed to get this out of my system!! (and a lot happened, one being i fINALLY finished jhs hello 3 weeks of freedom before i go back to school)

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[ohmykiyo]

🪦 title ; getting into an argument w/ your bf & walking out :( genre ; angst to fluff warnings ; metions of anxiety ( sakusa's ) slightt heartache lol, boys call you an "attention-seeking whore", knife mentioned metaphorically, lowercase intended characters ; sakusa, suna, atsumu 🗝️ jeilly's notes ; i literally just wanted something angsty so here's this lmao. also the boys are complete dicks here :') + this shit took like forever for me 2 finish lol, send me requests i have 0 ideas atm

kiyoomi is seriously the most stubborn man when it comes to arguments.

he'll always hear you out, you think.

except this was one of the times where he didn't.

you just came from your favorite cafe that you went to with your friend, osamu.

you ordered a drink for yourself, then another for your boyfriend at home

you didn't happen to tell your boyfriend about going out with a friend, thinking that it didn't matter since osamu and your boyfriend were well acquainted.

without giving it a second thought, you posted a picture on instagram captioned "coffee run with onigiri miya :)"

you were soon receiving a ton of likes, which shed some unnecessary light on you and osamu's seemingly “too-friendly” relationship

sadly, kiyoomi began to see you the same way others did as well.

walking through the door, you decided that today was a good day. "kiyoomi!", you chirped. you made your way towards your boyfriend, seemingly not realizing the storm that was brewing fast.

"did you have fun?" sakusa asked, but not in the usual sweet tone he usually uses. it sounded.. cold? maybe even snarky if you listened hard enough.

"oh yeah! i went to the cafe i usually go to and they had a whole new menu for summer, i-" you were cut off by his aggressive tone.

"really, now?," the coldness that laced his voice made you flinch, "so, you're just gonna skip over the fucking part where you were alone with atsumu's brother?"

you lift your palms up as if to calm him down, which was in vain as the storm had finally begun. he's never sworn at you, let alone speak to you with such tone.

"omi-"

you were cut off once more, the nickname that filled sakusa with so much joy just this morning had seemed to fuel his already brewing anger instead.

"don't fucking 'omi' me." he grits. now you're really feeling it, fear rushing through your veins. you really didn't think he'd get so angry about this. if you knew this would happen, you would've called to let him know.

"kiyoomi, i really didn't-"

"don't spout bullshit now," he scoffs, thinking your trembling arms were an act. "you posted it on your instagram as if you wanted me to see it."

he inches closer and closer to your trembling body, not realizing that you were in genuine fear. anxiety filled your lungs. it got harder and harder to breathe. sakusa's blinded by rage at this point, and doesn't bother to stop himself from what he says next.

"you're just an attention-seeking whore now, huh?" he says, venom coating his words. your heart shattered. the drink you brought him now lays on the ground, as well as your heart.

you didn't notice how tears welled up in your eyes. neither did you notice how the slight trembling of your hands transitioned to uncontrollable shaking. 'did he really just say that?' you thought, 'does he not want me anymore?'. your thoughts spiraled until your breaths became shallow. with the last bit of composure you had left, you rushed into your bedroom.

sakusa noticed the effect his words had on you a few minutes too late. he knew he should've let you talk, but seeing you with another man that wasn't him sparked something in him.. 'was it jealousy?', he can't tell.

he noticed the way his heart started racing the moment you locked yourself inside the bedroom. sounds of shuffling and sniffling sobs were the only things he could make out from the opposite side of the door.

'fuck, fuck, fuck.' he fucked up, and he knows.

"baby? baby, we can talk this out." he stutters. his hand gripping the doorknob so hard, his knuckles became pale.

the shuffling stopped. but, the sniffling didn't.

the door swung open, almost making sakusa fall forward. as he takes a look at you, his heart stops.

you have a duffel bag in one hand and an overstuffed tote bag in the other. the apples of your cheeks are stained with tears, and your eyes are shone bright red. you hiccup here and there as you try to push through sakusa's muscular build.

you were losing your composure once again. you needed to get out of there, now.

after a minute, and another,

you finally lose it.

"move out of the fucking way!"

this time.. it was sakusa who flinched. it was now him who was trembling in fear and guilt.

"y/n.. baby please," he begs. oh, he begs and begs. but, you don't budge. as he looks down at the eyes that once held so much love and adoration for him were.. gone. there was nothing but hurt swimming through those pretty eyes of his lover. that's if he could still call you his at all.

you let out a shaky breath. clutching the bags in your hands so hard, your nails begin to sink deeper and deeper into your palms.

"do you even want me?"

sakusa's blood runs cold. 'how could you ever say that?' he thought. of course he wanted you, you're the only person he'd ever want. how could you ever think--

oh.

it took him a moment, but he realized that he's the reason why you've been out so much, lately. he leaves before you're awake, and comes home when you're fast asleep. his neglect. his carelessness.

sakusa's so lost in thought, he doesn't realize he kept you waiting.

you took his silence as an answer and the waterworks began to fall once again. you couldn't let your boyfriend— well, ex, see you in such a pathetic state a second time.

you nod, slowly. then make your way past him. your arms limp against your side.

sakusa finally snaps out of his thoughts before stopping you in your tracks.

"stop!" he gasps. "just stop."

his hands found their way to your waist.

when you don't push him away, he takes it as a good sign.

"what?" you choke out. light hiccups still audible.

he pulls you closer, "there will never be a time where i won't want you."

your heart aches heavily.

"yet it always seems like you don't."

you whispered those words quietly. if sakusa wasn't so close, he wouldn't have heard the way you gasped and sniffled. it was almost like you were trying not to let him hear..

dropping your duffel bag, a light thud made its way to your ears.

you turn to face the raven-haired behind you, eyes staring at your shoes due to the shame of being seen crying.

he places his index finger lightly under your chin, lifting it up so you'd look at him one more time.

"i will always want you, y/n," he assures you, waiting for a reaction. your eyes didn't waver from the tears flooding them, letting sakusa know you weren't convinced at all.

you push him away slightly. a pang in kiyoomi's chest made it seemingly harder to breathe.

you look down at your shoes again, clenching your fists into a ball tightly. "you've given me every reason to fucking believe that i wasn't worth it anymore."

kiyoomi's mouth opens and closes. he wants to say something-- no, he needs to say something.

you continue, "the one moment i wanna walk out on you the same way you've done to me, is the one time you actually want me here."

his heart broke. it broke into pieces he could never count.

"i'm," he gasps, trying to inch closer and closer to you. "baby, you can't do this to me, please."

you pick up the duffel bag you dropped on the ground before swinging it over your shoulder. you turn your head to face him before leaving,

"how you feel now is the same feeling i felt for 2 months." you say.

and with that, you were out the door.

kiyoomi's now on his knees, sobbing into his hands.

its been about two days since you've been home.

sakusa was miserable. he missed your laugh, your voice, your everything.

if he can barely last two days, how can he go on about the rest of his life?

at this point he's in withdrawal due to your absence.

you on the other hand, feel a little better, maybe even refreshed. you were thinking about your boyfriend, who you assume was doing just fine without you.

'i'll stop by for a bit, i forgot my facewash anyway.' you think. you were annoyed when you realized you left it, and didn't exactly seem inclined to buy a new one since your current one still had so much product left, not only that, it was expensive as hell.

as you stood right at the door, you exhale swiftly before entering.

the house was clean, nothing was out of place. it looked.. lifeless. like no one ever lived in the place at all.

you step inside as if the place was never your own, keeping your hands to yourself and trying to make as little noise as possible. you make it to the bathroom. you find your facewash fast, and exit.

as you made your way back out, you noticed that there was no one in the masters bedroom where you would usually find kiyoomi. 'that's odd.' you thought. it was kiyoomi's day off today, and you were kinda hoping that your raven-haired boyfriend would be around.

you sulk a little bit before reaching the living room. you walk past a picture frame that included you and sakusa. you had a petty argument about that, too. kiyoomi only kept it up because he wanted to avoid another argument, you think.

while you were busy staring at the little frame, you didn't seem to hear the light shuffling behind you.

you gasp when strong arms pull you into a tight embrace.

you recognize his touch immediately. "kiyoomi?"

he hums as a response, "missed you so much." he says. nuzzling into the crook of your neck. you missed him, too. you indulge yourself in his touch for a few minutes more before twirling around to face him.

"are we.. still together?" you asked. examining his face, there seemed to be dark circles under his dark eyes.

he looks at you with shock, "we never broke up, i wouldn't let you if you tried."

you smile. you don't notice the light sigh of relief your boyfriend lets out when he sees you beaming. it put him at ease, knowing he can still make you smile like that.

shrugging, "if only you showed me that same energy the past 2 months." you comment, "i'm just here for the facewash, so go about your day, i guess."

kiyoomi's eyes widened before wrapping his arms around you in a tight but not suffocating hold.

"no." he whispers.

"hey, don't act like you didn't want me out in the first place." you roll your eyes.

"don't leave," he says, barely above a whisper. "two days without you were hell, i don't wanna imagine a life without you at all."

your heart skipped a beat a few times.

"shouldn't have been so mean to me."

"yell at me, kick me in the balls. i'll take whatever you throw at me." he suggests.

rolling your eyes once again you say, "unlike you, i'm nice, so i'll pass. just.. don't treat me as if i don't matter-- please." you mutter the last part.

sakusa complies almost immediately. engulfing you into a big hug, cherishing your touch as if his life depended on it. he kisses your head again and again.

yeah. maybe.. maybe this'll be the turning point in your relationship.

suna is absolutely brutal when angry

this just had to be one of the worst moments of when he was.

you were out at work helping your coworker

you didnt seem to realize how late it had gotten once you finished

as an apology to your boyfriend, you bought him a few of his favorite snacks

none of that could have prepared you for what happened once you walked through that door.

you were packing up after a day of being overworked. thank god you had your coworker kita helping you out. you were exhausted and just wanted to get home to your boyfriend, rin. you decided to be the sweet and angelic girlfriend you are by buying a few of his favorite snacks.

unfortunately.

your boyfriend refused to acknowledge your efforts.

you came home, singing a light "rin~"

you waited for a reply, receiving none at all. you were confused.

'hmm, hes never not greeted me before..'

you shrug it off, removing your coat and placing it in its usual spot. calling out to rin again, you made your way to your shared bedroom.

you walked in to find your boyfriend at the foot of your bed, who looked distressed. he looked angry and maybe even a little pale..

"hi rin"

he takes a moment to look you in the eye. once he did, you wish he hadn't.

"no text, no call, no fucking note?" he yells, causing you to flinch at the sudden change in mood. the room felt stuffy, making it hard to breathe. "you expect me to greet you with a warm hello after you leave me hanging for hours?"

the once calm suna you were used to was now blowing up in your face. you didn't know what to do.

"rinatrou-"

snapping once again, cutting you off, he says, "no don't even try to talk right now." he pulls out his phone.

on the screen he sees a picture of you and kita, your coworker, looking into each other's eyes with a smile on both faces.

your eyes flash to suna, then back at the screen. you begin to stammer and stumble over your words.

"can't say jackshit now, can you?" you panic. who took that photo? why did they take it?" so many thoughts sped through your mind and you couldn't keep up.

suna continued to bash you, yell at you. he failed to notice how you were on the verge of a breakdown. he failed to notice the short breaths you took, the slight tremble in your hands.

"rin, i can explain-"

"shut the fuck up," he yelled, "first you wanna stay out late with one of my friends, now you wanna tell me there was nothing going on in this picture?"

"baby, you have to believe me- nothing happened!" you were holding back tears at this point, and your boyfriend didn't bother to realize that fact.

"don't baby me you little attention-seeking whore."

you gasped. the last bits of your composure were now nowhere to be found.

his words left a foul taste in your mouth. the venom now building up at the back of your throat making it sting.

"fuck you, suna."

the sound of his last name rolling off your tongue was enough to snap him back out of the angry state he was in. suna? you've never called him suna since high school, he thought.

his heart dropped at the sight before him. tears running down the apples of your cheeks, hands trembling.

he tried to take a step closer to you, only causing you to back away simultaneously.

"y/n, baby, i-i'm so sorry-"

"don't."

panic and guilt filled his lungs to the brim. it was hard to breathe and he felt incredibly dizzy.

"c'mon baby, don't- don't be like this." he begged. his tone changed, his whole demeanor did as well.

you wanted nothing more than to succumb to his touch, allow his selfishness to comfort you, but you couldn't.

"i was at work." you begin, "kita- kita is my coworker. a-and, he took up my overtime hours.. so i could come home." you finish. nothing could explain the immense guilt your boyfriend-- well, ex, felt.

you don't know how you managed to make out all those words between your sniffles and hiccups.

"y/n, baby i am so sorry-" you stop him. your arm coming up to your face to wipe off the tears that won't stop falling.

you walk past suna, nudging his arm harshly with your shoulder. the snacks you previously bought now laying on the floor in front of him. he noticed a pink sticky note attached to the plastic, he could make out the words, "enjoy baby" with your name signed right beside it.

his heart sunk deeper. he yelled at you while all you did was think of him the whole time you were at work.

he was guilty, and nothing could explain how much he wanted to apologize.

he rushed over to the kitchen to find you downing a glass of water.

he made his way toward you, gently, cautiously.

"stay there, suna."

his last name stopped him. as if he was a robot, he listened instictively. you have never said his name in such a cold tone. it sent such a shiver down his spine.

"i'm staying the night at yachi's," you say, "reflect on your actions while i'm gone." you finish, walking past him once again to make your way back into the bedroom.

you begin stuffing clothes into the duffel bag, the sounds of ruffling were deafening to suna's ears.

he clears his throat, "y-you're.. uhm, you're leaving me?"

he chants please, please, please to any god or deity that would listen.

you look at him with the same eyes he stared you down with when you first entered the room.

"yeah." you pause, "i am."

and that's when it all came crumbling down. suna felt nothing but regret, hurt. his pleads weren't heard, and maybe it should stay that way.

"for good?-- y/n i'm sorry you now i-- i never meant any of it--"

"you said it," you say, tone firm with a slight wobble, "you still said it, suna."

he lower lip quivers as he holds back tears, "what about us? what about everything?"

you scoff.

"you seriously wanna talk about us when he had all the time to while we were arguing?" the disbelief in yours eyes and voice was seen and heard. "rin, how could there be us if you can't bother to trust me."

"i'll fix it, baby, i'll fix everything. me, us, everything--"

"just stop." you pinch the bridge of your nose, frustration building up once again. "i'll come back, okay? we'll talk then."

he could only nod upon your demands, worried that another word from him will change your mind.

"i'll be here." was the last thing he said before he heard the light click of the door.

its been over twenty-four hours since you've been home.

suna's doing everything he can to remain composed, but he can't.

he's biting his nails.

he never bites his nails.

he stopped the moment you came into his life, but now he's doing it because you might walk right out.

you kept up with his laziness, his half-assing self for so long.

will you finally cut the thread that's been holding on for way too long?

a million thoughts spiraled in his mind. he wishes you'd come here and soothe him. you always have.

and you will.

you were on your way home, on your way to suna.

you've made up your mind and you came back to tell him.

you were so lost in thought, you didn't realize you stood right in front of the all-too-familiar white door.

you were there and you didn't know if you could turn back now.

you inhale-- then exhale. now your hand is on the doorknob, heart beating increasingly fast.

you opened the door in one swift move. you step inside, then you hear the light sniffles and hics. the light shuffling sounds.

you turn around to find suna.

he's on the couch and he looks like a mess.

"suna." you call out.

he flinches upwards, turning to the direction of your voice.

he stood up. his tall figure towers over you.

you don't feel intimidated, but you feel the light fear surrounding him.

"a-are you getting your things-- i-i can help you pack. uhm.. your suitcase is upstairs, i'll bring it down-- there's food if you wanna eat-- i'll be in the guest bedroom so you don't have to deal with-"

you snap him out of the ramble he didn;t even know he was going on.

"you want me to.. leave?" you voice wavers as your lip wobbles, holding back indefinite tears.

"no!" his eyes widen. "i-i just thought you were here to get your belongings and that you wanted to leave me." he explains.

"fuck you, rintarou!" you gasp.

suna inches closer to you, hands up as if you're a fragile kitten that'll hiss and scratch him if he got too close.

you allow him to. you allow him back into the bubble you wanted to kick him out of.

"i'm so sorry baby." he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his chest. he exhales into your hair, gasping lightly.

his hands were shaking a bit. he was praying that you'd hold him. that you'd hold him as if he was going to disappear in your clutches.

after a bit,

you did.

your hands clutched onto his shirt, praying-- begging.

you held onto each other for the longest time.

until you broke it by pulling away.

suna panicked, until you grabbed his hand firmly, leading him into the bedroom.

you placed him down on the bed, laying beside him.

"i love you, rin." you whisper, almost inaudible to the human ear. but, he heard it. and that was all he needed to sleep soundly the rest of the night.

atsumu is literally so immature when it comes to arguing.

he will do absolutely everything he can to piss you off,

like the angrier you are, the more satisfied he is??

this argument was like no other,

until he says something that pushes you over the edge.

today was the absolute worst day so far.

you just witnessed your boyfriend, giggling and being too comfortable with the new manager.

everyone noticed, well- everyone but atsumu himself.

so when you and atsumu went home that evening, he couldn't understand why you were so upset. he was quite oblivious.

how could he not know what he did wrong? were there other women he was too-friendly with?

the thoughts in your head ticked you off even more.

"babe, c'mon, why are ya givin' me the silent treatment?" he says. "don't even know what i did." he mumbled.

"dunno, go ask the manager, you looked pretty close." you shrugged, a hint of passive aggressiveness laced your tone.

he scoffs, "oh so yer givin' me attitude now, too?"

you deadpan, "yeah, i am."

"ya can't be acting like sucha little bitch over me talkin' to other women."

"a little bitch? is that what i am to you?" your eyes widen, anticipating his answer.

"that's what yer acting like." he spoke in a matter-of-fact tone.

that only fired you up even more, as the already brewing anger grew stronger.

"i'm supposed to not be fucking worried about my boyfriend being all too friendly with another girl?" you sneer, "real fuckin' mature of you."

atsumu's face contorts with anger, "don't get me fuckin' started with ya, y/n."

"don't use that tone with me." you warn.

"how 'bout ya watch yers?"

he inches closer and closer, getting all up in your face.

"get the fuck away from me." you shriek.

"as you fuckin' wish, i don't wanna be around an attention-seeking whore."

you gasp.

the words repeat in your mind again and again. is that what he thinks of you?

you were only uncomfortable with his too-friendly demeanor around the pretty manager.

but that made you an attention seeker?

you hands found it's way to your lips. trying to stifle the sob that makes its way out.

the sob caught the attention of the fuming man in front of you.

as he realizes the destruction of his words, he rushes towards you immediately.

"baby-- ya know i didn't mean that.." his hand makes an effort to cup your cheek.

you push him off harshly.

"get the fuck away from me, miya." you grit, "you don't want the filth from an attention-seeking whore now, do you?"

he winced at the use of his own words against him.

a pang in his chest made it hard to breathe as he took in the sight before him.

he did this.

he's the reason you're sobbing into your hands.

he watches as you stumble your way into the bedroom.

he follows you around like a lost puppy. he knows that if he said something, you'd shut him down completely.

but, the moment you grabbed a bag and started stuffing it with clothes, what was he supposed to do?

"babe, c'mon.. yer not gonna try and leave me now, right?"

his remark was left unanswered.

panic begin to settle in his lungs.

he exhales heavily before trying again, "yer leavin' me?"

his eyes begin to water as he waited for your response.

you stop packing for a moment to look him right in the eyes. "you don't want an attention-seeking whore to stay around your home, right?"

you don't know why you continued to repeat those words.

his words cut deeper than a knife. it filled you with so much grief, and so much questions.

you couldn't believe that being insecure would make everyone, let alone your own boyfriend, perceive you as an attention seeker.

you were hurt. heartbroken, even.

was this the end of your relationship with atsumu?

you zip up the bag you stuffed with clothes before making your way out.

atsumu shifted nervously as he trailed closely behind you.

he waits until you both are directly in front of the door to speak up once again.

"i didn't mean it, baby, ya gotta know that." he says. you only shook your head before replying.

"if you didn't mean it, you wouldn't have said it at all."

"i was bein' stupid, only wanted ta make piss ya off enough." he explains, stuttering here and there.

you chuckle dryly, "well you got what you wanted, yeah?"

"n-no, i didn't mean that, i want ya to stay..." he tries, oh god, he tries so hard.

but nothing could have prepared him for the words to fall out of your mouth next,

"i'm leaving." you exhale. "i'll grab the rest of my shit tomorrow."

no.. no!

atsumu's world was falling apart, and he was doing nothing to salvage it?

"no wait baby, please. we can talk this out, yeah?" he tries to grasp your hand, but you only snatch it away.

you look at him.

tear-stained cheeks with red puffy eyes. atsumu's heart ached at the sight.

you sigh.

were you really going to leave him?

you're not ready to let him go, and the way he's beggging you to stay gives you a silver of hope.

"we'll talk when i get back." atsumu wasn't happy but that's the best it was gonna get. "get your shit straight 'til then."

he complies with ease.

you open the front door and walk out on him.

his heart ached. it felt like it got ripped out of his chest and crushed right before him.

but, he couldn't help it. he deserved it after all.

a few days had pass.

atsumu was beginning to think you've given up on him.

his heart stung at the thought, and tears prickled his eyes.

that was until the door swung open, revealing you.

his stood up so fast, rushing to reach for you.

he was right in front of you, taking in your scent and appearance.

bags under your eyes, and you look tired as hell.

"i missed you, 'tsum."

he his heart did a leap when he heard that..

you wrapped your arms around him as if he'd been gone for years.

he reciprocated. how could he not? he missed you so much it physically hurt to be without you. he could never picture his life the same without you in it.

he gasped into your hair, thanking every god and deity he could. he thanks them for bring his baby back to him.

now that you're back in his arms, he swears with his life that he'll never let you walk out with tears in your eyes that way again.

"i love you, baby." he whispers. "thank ya for coming back ta me."

he cradles you in his arms, hoping that he'll never have to let go again.

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Hate. | Sakusa Kiyoomi

Mean Sakusa x Manager Reader

this is based on this specific prompt. your girl here really needed to write a fic about it lmao

WORD COUNT: 5.4k

WARNING: mean omi, angst, hurt, slight atsumu x reader, aggressive behavior, cursing, mention of blood, depressed, comfort, fluff, and happy ending.

Sakusa never thought it was possible to ever feel such an intense hatred for a specific person. 

He thought it was impossible to hate someone just from sight, but it turns out you can.

Sakusa got to experience it with the new manager of MSBY.

He hated them from the first interaction.

No, first look.

The wing spiker remembers very clearly the day you were introduced to the team.

*.:｡.✿`

It was a Tuesday morning, a typical day for the MSBY team. 

Everyone was warming up alone as their coach hadn’t arrived, which was not expected.

It only meant that there was big news heading their way. 

And sure enough, it was. 

“Morning, everyone!” 

They hear Foster yell as he slides the gym door open, alerting everyone about his presence. 

Sakusa sighs, standing up from the ground, while Atsumu and Bokuto keep bickering with each other. He hears Hinata tell him something but can’t entirely listen as his attention gets drawn by the small person behind their coach. 

“Everyone, I would like to introduce our new manager,” Foster smiles, stepping aside for the boys to meet you. 

“Hello, My name is L/N Y/N, and I’ll be the new manager of MSBY as of today! I hope we can get along,” you smile at the players.

Sakusa watches as all the boys quickly walk up to you and introduce themselves one by one. 

“Welcome, my name is Hinata Shoyo!”

You giggle, which makes the wing spiker feel annoyed. “I know,” you smile at the orange-haired boy. 

“You do?!” Hinata asks, getting a nod from you. “Yes, I learned everyone’s name,” you chuckle.

“Then what’s my name?” you hear a boy with blonde hair asked. “Atsumu Miya,” you quickly respond. 

Sakusa hears his teammates woo, making him roll his eyes at the interaction. “Oh me! Me! What’s my name?”

“Bokuto Kotaro, the best outside hitter,” you say to the energetic boy. “HEY, HEY, HEY” Bokuto yells, agreeing with your statement. 

“You also-” Hinata starts, but you interrupt him. “I know much more than what y’all think, so don’t underestimate me.”

The boys laugh in amusement, already liking you, relieving you as you are nervous that they wouldn’t like you. 

Sakusa scoffed, at the laughter. 

So annoying. 

Do you always smile and laugh at everything? 

He walks away from the crowded group but stops by the soft voice that says his name.

“And you must be Sakusa Kiyoomi, right?” You asked, recalling from interviews how he likes his space. 

Sakusa turns around and sees you smiling at him, eyes sparkling. 

Annoying.

You start to get nervous again as the taller boy hasn’t said anything and is glaring at you. 

“Lighten up, dude,” Atsumu breaks the tense air, making Sakusa turn around and walk away. 

You watch the dark-haired boy leave, making you wonder if you did something wrong, but you smile as this makes it challenging for you to do a better job warming up with the players. 

“Don’t worry about him. He’s always grumpy,” Atsumu says, having Hinata agree with him. “I’m okay, and I figure he just needed space,” you smile.

The boys nod, returning to asking more questions about you before practice starts. 

Sakusa occupies himself by stretching his wrist, ignoring the laughter and talks of everyone. He closes his eyes, eyebrows furrowing as he keeps hearing those annoying giggles. 

He opens his eyes and looks toward you, standing, seeing your happy self laughing with the rest of the boys. 

That stupid smile. 

Annoying.

Sakusa doesn’t not like the new manager.

He hates them.

Hates you.

*.:｡.✿`

Since that day, he expected you to keep your distance from him, but you didn’t. You kept that annoying smile on your face each day you greeted him. 

You always talk to him each time the team takes a break, despite the glares and insults he would respond. 

It annoyed him each time you would giggle in response because he knew you thought he was joking.

“You’re funny, Omi,” you would say to him, giving him one of those stupid smiles. 

You always kept being nice to him each time, which greatly irritated him.

He hated how you kept your distance from him, cleaned his bottle the way he liked it, kept sanitizer wipes with you in case he needed some, and most of all, he hated how loudly you cheered for him each game. 

It was driving him crazy how constant you were getting. 

And he was ready to snap.

“Here, Omi, it’s clean,” you say while jogging to him as you hand him a water bottle. “I also brought some snacks in case you want some.”

Sakusa glares at you, which only makes you smile bigger. “Fucking annoying…” He mumbles, snatching the water bottle from your hands harshly.

“What? I didn’t quite hear you, Omi. Sorry,” you softly say, stepping closer.

“I SAID ANNOYING!” Sakusa yells, making you flinch. “God, you’re so fucking annoying that I can’t stand it anymore.”

“I don’t like you talking to me,” he says, standing up from the floor. “I thought you would understand since the first day, but your idiot self didn’t, so I’ll make it clear for you, sweetheart. I don’t like you and don’t want you near me!”

“W-What... I-” you stutter, eyes getting teary. “Stop, just fucking stop! God, are you so pathetic that you need everyone’s approval of you?” Sakusa yells, stepping closer to you, making you, this time, step back.

“No… I was just… I just,” you begin to say, blinking the tears forming in your eyes. “JUST WHAT!” Sakusa yells, stepping closer. 

“That’s enough,” Atsumu firmly says, stepping between you and Sakusa. 

Sakusa glares at Atsumu, who’s looking at him with a scowl on his face. It’s then that he realizes how harsh he’s breathing from being so angry.

He takes a few steps back, taking in how everyone is looking at him. 

Hinata and Bokuto rush to your side, asking if you’re okay while you give them a slight nod. 

“You guys should take her outside for a bit,” Atsumu says, eyes still looking at the wing spiker. “Okay,” Hinata responds, gently holding your arm to make you start walking.

As the three of y’all begin to walk, you put the effort to turn around and face Sakusa, who’s already looking at you. 

“I’m sorry…” he hears you say to him. 

Atsumu closes his eyes from how heartbroken your voice sounds, “I didn’t mean to make you feel all of this… I’ll keep my distance from now on,” your voice cracks. 

Sakusa feels his heart shrink from the pain in your eyes, making him feel guilty.

He opens his mouth to say something, but you’re already turning away as you follow Hinata and Bokuto out of the gym.

Why was he so angry with you?

Atsumu walks up to him, hand resting on his shoulder tightly. “Don’t come near her,” he warns.

“I-I didn’t mean to yell at her,” Sakusa whispers. “But you did,” Atsumu coldly says. 

“Tell me, do you hate her, or do you just hate the way she makes you feel?” 

Sakusa stares at the setter with wide eyes.

“Whatever,” Atsumu says, pushing the taller boy. “Don’t come near her. I mean it.”

Sakusa looks down at his shoes, repeating what Atsumu asked him. 

Did he hate you?

At that moment, your face pops up in his head, with your smile.

“Omi!” you yell, hands waving at him.

“Omi ~” you sing, handing him his clean bottle. 

“Omi,” you smile, looking up at him as you give him a thumbs up.

“Fuck..” Sakusa curses, realizing how wrong he has been towards his feelings for you this whole time. 

*.:｡.✿`

“I’m okay, guys,” you smile at Hinata and Bokuto, who haven’t said anything. 

You guys are sitting outside on a bench that you guys found. “You’re not annoying!” Bokuto suddenly says with a frown on his face. “Sakusa is just an idiot.”

“Yeah, a big one,” Hinata adds, making you chuckle. 

As much as you know they are trying to cheer you up, you cannot help but go back to what the wing spiker said. It shouldn’t hurt this much from what he said to you, but sadly you have fallen for Sakusa.

You don’t know when, but you know that you did, and hard. 

Therefore, it hurts to find out how he truly feels about you. You didn’t expect the wing spiker to feel such hatred towards you. 

To hate you so much.

“Can I take over?” you hear someone say.

You turn around and smile as you spot Atsumu nodding your head. Hinata and Bokuto head back to the gym before hugging you. 

Atsumu sits down with you, “I’m not going to ask how you’re feeling because I know you’re not okay.”

“So it’s okay, Y/N.” Atsumu softly says, looking over at you. “You can cry.”

“I-It hurts…” you stutter, finally allowing the tears to fall. 

Astumu doesn’t waste a second hugging you, “I know,” he whispers, rubbing soothing circles on your back. 

“He hates m-me….” you sob, holding tightly onto your chest. “W-Why? I was n-nice… and…” you stutter. 

“You were the best,” Atsumu responds. “Astumu?” you call out.

Astumu hums, still rubbing your back. “I really l-l ...him….” you sob harder. 

“I know, sweetheart,” the setter sadly says.

The two of you stay hugging until you calm down from crying so much. “You should go home and rest,” Atsumu says as you break the hug.

“But what about practice? Mr. Foster would ask about me if he doesn’t see me,” you start to argue, wiping the snot from your nose. “Don’t worry, I talked to him, and don’t worry about your duties as me and the rest of the boys would handle it.”

Astumu smiles, wiping the remaining tears from your eyes. “Go and rest,” he says, caressing your cheek.

“Thank you, Tsum,” you smile, getting a pat on the head. “And sorry I got your shirt dirty.”

The setter chuckles, “It’s fine. Just head home,” he says. “I am,” you say, getting up from the bench.

You hug Atsumu goodbye before you head back to get your stuff and leave without anyone noticing. 

*.:｡.✿`

Sakusa sees Atsumu returning alone, making the spiker frown. He wants to ask the setter where you are but stops himself as he recalls the warning he told him.

Hinata and Bokuto rush to Atsumu, “Where’s Y/N? Did you leave her by herself?” he hears them ask the blonde boy.

“She went home,” Atsumu says loudly enough for a specific curly-haired boy to hear. “So we’re in charge of her duties, okay?”

Hinata and Bokuto nod, getting ready to practice for the remaining time. Atsumu purposely bumps his shoulder with Sakusa’s, sending a glare in return.

The rest of the practice goes by quickly, despite the tense air between the boys. Their coach warns them about their upcoming game in a few days before dismissing them from practice. 

“Kiyoomi, I need to talk to you for a minute,” Mr. Foster says, getting the attention of everyone. “Of course, sir,” Sakusa says, walking up to the older man.

Mr. Foster stares at him before he sighs, “Please don’t make our manager cry,” he frowns.

“I-I… I’m sorry.. sir,” Sakusa lowers his head. “Please fix your emotions and resolve this whole situation soon.”

Mr. Foster pats his back before heading out of the gym, leaving the spiker alone. “I will… I definitely will,” Sakusa whispers to himself.

But how do I fix this? 

He’s already missing your presence, surprisingly.

God, I’m such an idiot. 

*.:｡.✿`

The following days, you keep your word about keeping your distance from the wing spiker as you don’t interact at all with him. You avoid looking at him, stop giving him his water bottle directly, but most of all, stop talking to him. He knows he deserves it after being an ass, but he wishes you would at least acknowledge him for one second. 

Call him desperate, but he doesn’t care. It’s not like he hasn’t tried to apologize to you. He’s been unsuccessful, as the boys don’t allow him to get close to you. Especially Atsumu, who’s been by your side every day, making it hard for Sakusa to approach you. 

Sakusa sighs as he sees you laughing with the rest of the boys during their break. If he’s being honest, it’s been lonely without your presence. Not only that but also his teammates have also been ignoring him. 

He grabs his water bottle and heads to sit at the corner of the gym. 

I could talk to her after practice.

No… that didn’t work last time.

I could ask for help… but I doubt they would hear me out.

I should stop bothering her.

Sakusa groans, resting his head on the wall before shutting his eyes. 

You gaze over at Sakusa and can’t help but worry about the spiker, who’s been looking exhausted and pale these days.

“Worried?” you hear Astumu ask. “I am,” you say, turning to face the setter. 

“Well, you shouldn’t. He doesn’t deserve your kindness.”

“It’s not like he has tried… to reach out….” you argue, which makes Atsumu roll his eyes. “Well, not hard enough.”

You start to collect the bottles, “It’s not like you and the boys have let him,” you chuckle. 

“Well, I did warm him… but didn’t think he would give up so easily,” Atsumu says, making you frown. 

Atsumu notices your silence and looks over at you, “He hasn’t been playing well,” you suddenly say.

“Don’t worry too much,” Atsumu says, patting your head. 

You nod, unsure how you feel about the situation, but most of all, for the upcoming days that soon turn into weeks of chaos.

*.:｡.✿`

Sakusa is not okay. 

Since the start of the game, he hasn’t been focused, resulting in the other team winning the first set. Mr. Foster had yelled at him for his multiple mistakes, which led him to be benched for the second set. 

He’s sitting at the end of the bench, away from the rest, to collect himself. 

Sakusa puts a towel over his head, covering his face as he doesn’t want the cameras or fans to see him. 

The action makes you look over at Sakusa, who’s looking so gloomy. “Maybe you should talk to him?” Mr. Foster says, startling you. 

“I don’t know….” you say, glazing each time at the wing spiker. “At least give Kiyoomi his water bottle,” the older man says.

You nod, cleaning it before you slowly reach the curly-haired boy. 

Sakusa feels your presence but doesn’t look over as he doesn’t want to, feeling too ashamed. You hesitate to take a seat next to him, but you do. You hand him his water bottle, and he slowly accepts it. Neither of you says anything.

The wing spiker takes a sip of his water, eyes staring at his shoes. He appreciates your effort to comfort him when he knows you don’t have to. It’s his fault for his poor performance, so he’s sorry that he has worried you and reached out when he knows you don’t want to.  

Sakusa scoffs, thinking how lame he must look as he realizes you were once again the one to approach first. 

You look over at Sakusa, making you wonder what expression he has as the towel over his head makes it hard to see his face. You start to play with your fingers, getting the courage to speak to the wing spiker.

You open your mouth but get interrupted by the whistle, which gets your attention. You look at the scoreboard and realize that MSBY won the second set, meaning the third is to decide the final winner. 

You feel Sakusa get up from his seat, interrupting your thoughts. You see him head with the rest of the team who are resting, making you do the same.

“Good job, boys. I want you guys to keep the same rhythm for the next set. Kiyoomi, I hope you’re now more focused because I want you to play the whole set,” Mr. Foster says, looking over at the taller boy.

“Yes, sir,” Sakusa quietly says, taking off the towel over his head.

Mr. Foster looks intensely at the boy and shakes his head. “Alright, let’s get to it.”

Sakusa makes his way to the court, bumping into Atsumu. 

“You better not repeat the shit you did on the first set,” he hears the blonde comment. “I know,” Sakusa sighs.

Everyone is in their position. Sakusa closes his eyes, allowing himself to relax. 

Come on, you got this.

He hears the whistle go off, making him open his eyes and feel determined. 

*.:｡.✿`

You watch as Sakusa spikes the ball, only for the opponent to receive it. Sakusa has been annoyed by the libero receiving his hits since the start of the game.

You can tell that Sakusa is playing better and is trying not to let what’s happening at the moment get to him. 

“Come on,” you mumble, watching anxiously. 

Sakusa has been watching the ball, eyes never leaving it as he’s too afraid he would mess up and make his team lose. 

I gotta score, but that stupid libero keeps receiving my spikes.

I can’t mess up.

I can’t.

Sakusa doesn’t realize that the ball is heading his way until it’s too late, and he feels a strong impact sending him to the ground. 

He groans, feeling warm wetness running down his nose. 

Fuck, blood.

The referee stops the game. He sees Hinata run towards him. “He’s bleeding,“ he hears Bokuto yell at the coach.

“I’m fine,” Sakusa protested, trying to stand. “You’re bleeding idiot,” Hinata scolds as he helps him.

Sakusa shakes his head, “I can still play,” he argues. “We need to win.”

“You’re right, but I need my player to be healthy, so I’m gonna need you to step out and go check yourself for a concussion and your bloody nose,” Mr. Foster says as he walks up to the two boys.

Sakusa sighs in defeat, nodding his head. “Can I take over, please?” he hears your voice. 

Hinata smiles, allowing you to do your job. Sakusa feels you wrap an arm around his back to support him, making him stiff.

“Make sure he’s okay, Y/N,” Mr. Foster instructs. “Yes, sir,” you quickly say. 

You guide Sakusa out of the gym carefully, leading the rest of the team to watch y’all leave.

“Do you think he will be okay?” Hinata asks. “Yeah, I just hope those two talk it out already,” Bokuto says.

Atsumu would never say it, but he agrees with what Bokuto said.

*.:｡.✿`

“I’m okay, Y/N,” Sakusa whispers, looking over at your anxious self. “You heard the doctor.”

He doesn’t understand why you’re still worried after the doctor had cleared out that he didn’t have a concussion after examining and questioning him. The only thing you guys are waiting for is the bleeding that stopped ten minutes ago. Sakusa is about to say something but stops as you move to take a seat on the chair next to the infirmary bed that he’s lying on.

You look at him, shaking your head. “You’re not okay,” you finally say. 

Sakusa can’t help but let out a gasp as it’s the first he has heard you talk to him directly. 

“You’re not okay at all.”

He knows what you mean, and he sighs. “You’re right… I’m not,” Sakusa says, sitting up from the bed. “But it’s not something to worry about.”

“But I am worried,” you confess. “I care about you, Sakusa, despite you hurting me. I still care about you deeply.”

Sakusa can only stare at your teary eyes, “You’re too kind, Y/N,” he says. 

“It’s not because I’m kind that I do it, but because I like you,” you cry. “I know you’re sorry for what happened, but please don’t let it eat you out like this… p-please.”

Sakusa can’t help but pull you out of the chair and embrace you in his arms. “I am so sorry for the way I expressed myself toward you. I can’t take it back… but please understand that I didn’t mean any of those things I said.”

“I enjoyed it when you talked to me, cheered for me, and those cute snacks of yours… all those things I did not hate. I never hated you… I just hated how you made me feel,” Sakusa says, hugging you tighter. 

You can only cry, “I was such an idiot in not realizing that what I felt for you was the opposite …. You made me fall for you,” Sakusa whispers. 

“I like you, Y/N.”

Sakusa feels you cry harder, holding onto his shirt tightly. “I’m sorry for hurting you … I don’t expect you to forgive me. I don’t think I deserve it, but just allow me to savor this moment,” he says, nuzzling his nose on your neck.

“You’re beautiful, smart, kind, and just perfect, Y/N,” Sakusa softly says. “I hope you know that.”

Sakusa keeps holding you, memorizing your warmth.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I am.”

You slowly let go, taking a step back to clean yourself up. Sakusa can’t help but feel distressed from how red your eyes are from crying again.

“I-I think we should head back now,” Sakusa says, getting up from the bed and walking to the door. 

He stops at the feeling of your small hand on his wrist. “Y/N?” he asks, turning around. 

“Kiss me,” you say.

“W-What?” Sakusa asks, unsure if he heard right. “I said kiss me!”  

You look up at him, giving those eyes that he adores. “Please, Omi,” you whisper. 

“I-I… don’t think I…” Sakusa stutters, making you roll your eyes before you grab the collar of his shirt and tippy-toe your way to crash your lips with his. 

Sakusa is taken by surprise but soon relaxes and kisses you back. You feel him hold onto your waist, pulling you closer. 

He feels his body start to get hot, his stomach feeling funny.

Are these butterflies that I’m having?

So soft.

And sweet.

You break the kiss, which makes Sakusa wish for more. “W-Why?” he asks, looking dumbfounded at you. 

“I already knew how bad you felt for what happened,” you say, softly smiling at him. “I saw how bad you were killing yourself about it, and at some point in the past weeks, I had already forgiven you.”

It’s true.

You have forgiven Sakusa for what happened but were afraid to approach him.

“No… don’t,” Sakusa shakes his head. “I don’t deserve it.”

“Omi, I forgive you, and I hope you forgive yourself as well,” you softly say, caressing his cheek. “You’re allowing yourself to be hurt, affecting you physically and mentally.”

Sakusa knows you’re right, but he believes he deserves this pain after what he did to you. 

“I like you,” you whisper, looking at him with warm eyes. “I-I like you too,” Sakusa says, throat feeling tight.

He feels like crying, and it seems like you can tell. “You’re okay, Omi,” you say, making him close his eyes. “We’re okay.”

“I’ll help you, so don’t worry,” you smile, cupping his face. 

Sakusa opens his eyes, leaning towards your touch. “I’m a lot to take care of,” he says.

“I know,” you smile, pecking his lips. “I can’t express my emotions properly….” Sakusa warns, looking directly at you.

You peck his lips again, “I know,” you smile. “I-I might hurt you... again…” he mumbles. 

Sakusa knows that he will, as his attitude can be ugly when he’s in a bad mood, and he doesn’t want to put you in that situation again.

“I know, Omi,” you smile again, surprising him. “And I might hurt you too, but it’s all about communicating, which might be difficult at first, but I know we will work it out together.”

Sakusa chuckles, leaning this time to kiss you. “I’ll show you properly this time,” he says, and you understand his meaning. “I know you will,” you smile.

“Now, let’s head back,” you say, interlocking your hands with his. “Okay,” he smiles.

*.:｡.✿`

Atsumu is the first one to spot you entering the gym back again. He noticed how you’re running towards the team with Sakusa. 

He smirks, spotting the interlocked hands between the two of you.

About time.

Bokuto turns around, “HEY, HEY, HEY!” he yells, spotting you and Sakusa. 

This grabs everyone’s attention, turning towards the commotion to bring huge smiles to the players. 

“They’re back!” Hinata smiles, walking up to the two of you. “How is he?”

You smile, looking over at the taller boy with curls. “No concussion, nose bleed stopped, but might be bruised for a few days,” you say.

“The score?” Sakusa asks, realizing the game isn’t over and how they arrive during a break. “Tie… so we need to score two times to win this set,” Hinata explains as the two players look over the scoreboard.

Sakusa looks at the other team, making eye contact with the libero, who gives him a smirk, making his eyebrow twitch in annoyance. He feels you squeeze his hand, which makes him look over at you, encouragingly smiling.

“Thank you…” He smiles, squeezing your hand. 

The wing spiker looks over at his coach, who’s already making eye contact with him. He sees Mr. Foster sigh before he walks up to him. “I see you’re okay… so stop giving that look when I already know what you want.”

Sakusa smiles as you let go of his hand to allow him to warm up before the game resumes. It doesn’t take long before Sakusa enters the court again, re-joining his position after five minutes in the game. 

He looks over at where you are standing and laughs to himself. Atsumu snickers from hearing his teammate. 

He’s down bad, huh?

You smile big as you keep sending thumbs up to the wing spiker, a habit of yours that you form. 

Sakusa feels his body and mind at ease, making him feel calm. Something that he hasn’t felt in quite a while. 

The whistle can be heard, and the remaining time of the third set begins. 

*.:｡.✿`

You anxiously chew on the nail of your thumb as you watch the boys fight for the last point. They were able to score quickly on the opposite team, and now they are trying to finish it by scoring again.

The only issue is that the other team isn’t allowing them. And is taking any chance to score on us. 

“Nice, Hinata!” You yell as he saves the ball from touching the floor. 

Then, Atsumu takes the chance that the ball is in the air to set it towards Sakusa, who looks hungry to hit it.

“You better make it this time,” Atsumu yells as he tosses the ball across the wing spiker. “Don’t worry. I will,” Sakusa smirks.

Sakusa sees the libero already waiting for him with a teasing smile. 

Damn it.

“OMI, YOU CAN DO IT!” you yell loudly.

Sakusa laughs before swinging his arm back and spiking the ball harder than before, allowing the ball that the libero receives to bounce off his arms and touch the floor.

The whistle is blown, announcing the final point.

MSBY won the game.

You can’t help but jump on your feet, high-fiving the coach and players on the bench. You smile as you see Hinata and Bokuto run up to Sakusa, heading for a hug, only to be dodged by the player. 

He did it.

“It seems you’re happy,” you hear Mr. Foster say. “And it also seems you guys fix things.”

You watch Atsumu smirk at Sakusa, who’s glaring at him, making you smile. “Yes,” you simply say. 

Mr. Foster smiles before walking towards the rest of the players. You keep staring at Sakusa before he meets your eyes and softly smiles. 

You give him two thumbs up, making him break into a huge smile. 

*.:｡.✿`

After shaking hands with the other team and fans congratulating the boys, the coach demanded the boys to stay a bit at the lockers to congratulate them and to talk about their next game. 

You are currently waiting outside as Sakusa told you to wait for him after the meeting.

The door opened, and a few players and Mr. Foster exited the locker room. You bid them goodbye before congratulating them on today’s match. You’re too busy looking at them that you don’t see a blonde mop of hair behind you.

“Waiting for someone?” 

You flinch, quickly turning around.

Atsumu laughs at your reaction. “He’s still changing. You know how a germ freak he is,” he says. 

“There’s nothing wrong about being clean,” you defend, making Atsumu roll his eyes. “I’m glad you guys fixed things. It was about time,” he says.

“Atsumu, don’t tell me you care?” you jokingly ask. “N-No! It was just annoying seeing him so miserable,” He says, looking away.

You can’t help but giggle, making Atsumu look over at you and smile. He pats your head, making you look at him with a smile. 

A hand stops him, “Don’t touch her,” Sakusa glares. 

“Omi!” You loudly say, having the curly hair boy look over at you and softly smile before turning back and glaring at the setter. 

Atsumu yanks his hand from Sakusa and smirks. “Calm down,” he says.

“Gosh, fix things, and you’re already claiming,” Atsumu says. 

The setter steps back and looks at the wing spiker with an amusing smile. Somehow the air is unsettling, making you move closer to Sakusa and hold his hand. 

Sakusa looks over at you and squeezes your hand.

Atsumu watches and sighs, but Hinata and Bokuto walk toward y’all before he can say anything.

“HEY, HEY, HEY!” Bokuto yells with a huge smile. “So, are we going to celebrate or what?” Hinata smiles.

You look over at Sakusa, who’s already looking at you, eyes with a hidden meaning that you understand. As you are about to respond to Hinata, Atsumu beats you. 

“It would be just us three,” Atsumu says, glancing over at you. “What? Why?” Both Bokuto and Hinata ask.

Atsumu walks away, “They still need to talk idiots,” he says.

Hinata and Bokuto look at each other before walking towards the setter and waving goodbye to the two of you. 

As Atsumu walks past you and Sakusa, he stops, “Next time you mess up, I won’t hesitate to take the chance,” he says before he continues to walk.

You frown, not understanding what he’s talking about.

It must be about the match.

However, Sakusa knows what Atsumu means, tightly holding your hand. He has always known that Atsumu was interested in you, but it never bothered him until he realized his feelings. 

No.

He was always bothered by the touches, comments, and gestures the setter would do with you. 

He never liked it.

And still doesn’t.

Sakusa can feel himself panicking, afraid you’ll be taken from him if he makes another mistake. He doesn’t realize he’s shaking until you caress his cheek with your free hand. 

“Omi, you okay?” you ask, looking at him worryingly. 

Sakusa leans into your touch, holding your hand and kissing it. 

He nods, holding both of your hands. “I’m okay,” he smiles. 

You look unsure, which makes him pull you closer to him, hugging you. “Y/N… I like you,” he whispers.

“I like you too,” you softly say.

“I’ll work hard to make you happy, so please give me a chance,” Sakusa says, pulling away to see your face. “Be mine.”

You happily smile, nodding your head. “I would love to be yours, Omi,” you whisper.

Sakusa cups your face, leaning in and softly kissing your lips. 

“Wanna head to my place?” you breathe out, getting a nod from the dark-haired boy. “Should we pick up some takeout in the meantime?”

“You pick Omi because you won. We can also watch some movies that I rented. You choose the movie too,” you smile, interlocking your hand with your lover.

“I guess today is my lucky day,” Sakusa chuckles. “I kinda want some sushi, and what kind of movies did you rent?”

Sakusa smiles at you fondly as you list the options for him. He kisses your forehead, “I choose the action one,” the wing spiker says.

“Good choice!” you beam, smiling at him so softly. “Now, let’s go, okay?”

Sakusa nods, allowing you to lead the way as you swing your interlock fingers. 

*.:｡.✿`

Sakusa never thought it was possible to ever feel such intense hatred warmth for a specific person. 

He thought it was impossible to hate love someone just from sight, but it turns out you can.

Sakusa got to experience it with the new manager of MSBY.

He hated fell from the first interaction.

No, first look

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[shioririn]

The Distance Between Us | Sakusa Kiyoomi

Sakusa Kiyoomi is a realist. 

Not only does he dislike wasting his time on idle thoughts and worries that are mere inconveniences, but he also preferred dealing with the problems when they surface. And with the current predicament that he’d left untreated for far too long, it’s finally time for him to have is dealt with once and for all - or at least until he manages to screw himself over once again.

The empty space that separates the both of you couldn’t have stretched any longer, nor could it feel any colder than it already is, but seeing the distressed expression on your face only served as the final nail in the coffin that he’d built for himself. If he had known that this would happen, he wouldn’t have stood watching as you ran off, not even attempting to call or check up on you when you needed him the most.

It truly is cowardly of him.

In the months that you’d known each other, you both acknowledges the flaws that each of you carry, but being the prideful people that you are, refused to admit to it until the damage has been done. While Kiyoomi is the one that refuses to allow anyone into his physical bubble, you, in turn, is the one that struggles to show emotional vulnerability, even if you needed to. This alone had caused a lot of friction between the both of you, yet you had left it untreated simply because neither of you had the courage to cross the line that separates you the most. 

While some people would argue that distance would only make the heart grow fonder, Sakusa Kiyoomi wholeheartedly disagrees.

How could he agree when it was the same distance that now drove a wedge between the both of you, with the indefinite promise of reunion floating in the wind idly? 

And when he’d signed the contract with MSBY Black Jackals without much hesitation, the distance only grew even larger as Kiyoomi packed his belongings and hopped on the first flight out to Osaka, leaving what little pieces pieces of his heart in his empty apartment behind. He reminded himself that it was better if he gave you the space you desired - it was not - and that you’d be fine because you’ll always be fine - you were not - so he left.

In hindsight, it was a terrible decision.

To leave you when you needed him, not signing with the Jackals, he repeated.

Komori calls him every Saturday morning to remind him, after all. 

The way he ended things with you was less than pleasant, but he was also only seventeen and ignorant. Ignorant of feelings, and disregarding of yours. 

You had always tried to communicate through light touches - he misses them - be it linking your pinkie finger with his when they brush past each other as he walks you home after practice, or the way he could feel you smile through the fabric of his shirt when he doesn’t recoil immediately when you hug him, and he wonders if you ever understood him through his eyes. He used to think that you did, but perhaps he was arrogant for assuming such, as the flinch you’d given him when those words left his lips were so foreign, and filled with even more hurt.

Perhaps there had always been a distance that neither of you could see. 

He was only ten steps away from you when he met you again for the first time in five years, less, if he were to take larger strides. But unlike the last time he saw you, he harbored no nervousness; because unlike last time, you no longer looked at him like he was a stranger. 

Five steps.

He could almost hear the sound of his own heartbeat thundering against his chest, and he swore that if he were to attempt to speak, his heart would jump itself out of his body, so he didn’t speak.

Four steps.

You held your gaze with his, unwavering, and wonders if his eyes have always held so many emotions at the same time. They seem to jump from uncertainty to hesitation, but you eventually found the one emotion that you’d been searching for since middle school, so you smiled, satisfied.

Three steps.

His palms felt sweaty, but he welcomes it, his finger twitching as if searching for the familiar warmth he’d grown accustomed to.

Two steps.

You resisted the urge to take the last step yourself, so you kept your feet planted where they are, although it didn’t stop you from turning the ring that sat on the ring finger of your left hand, a comforting gesture that you weren’t sure you’ll ever be able to shake off.

One step.

He reached out to cup your face with his hands delicately, as if afraid that you’d suddenly vanish right in front of his eyes, but you remained as you are, and he lets out an involuntary sigh of relief, one that you laughed airily at. 

“Welcome home, Kiyoomi.”

Maybe what we’d perceived to be distant never really is, and all we needed was a little bit of courage to close the distance between us.

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[nightyl]

RUNAWAY || Chapter 1. Announcement

RUNAWAY

Main masterlist || Next

— they all hate the group name.

— 1kg feathers and 1kg steel are the same

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[chaoticevilorange]

Head empty only sakusa, kuroo, Osamu coming home and tired and are just in shock once they see you with wet hair coming out of the shower in a towel to make dinner and they just think that your like the most beautiful person in the world and as soon as you make eye contact he is just all of a sudden very horny and is set on getting you pregnant-

Oooooh yessssss some horny time skip boys

Haikyuu x reader

Ft. Sakusa, Kuroo and Osamu

After work

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Training was exhausting as usual, but somehow he wasn't tired from the practice

No, he was mentally tired, he had to deal with Hinata, Bokuto and their monstrous ability to say the most cursed shit he has ever listened to

Sakusa was dying to finally get home

You always give him peace, your soft smile and your beautiful eyes got something he can't point a finger on

Arriving at your shared home gave him some relief

When you came out of the bathroom calling for him just wrapped on a towel he frozed in spot

You look so endearing, hair wet, that smile he adores so much asking how was his day

You just got close to peck his lips and made your way a bit far from him

He doesn't know why, but he needs more of you, he wants more of you

So he grabs your wrist turning you around and slams his hot lips against yours with a new purpose, he wants to start a family with you

Is one of those rare occasions were he doesn't take a shower after arriving home, but he doesn't care he just wants to fill you up

Kuroo Tetsurō

Office work sometimes take a tool on his brain and body

Feeling the exhaustion of extraordinary hours of work he looks at his phone

It's almost 9pm, it means he spend almost 12 hours far from home, from you

Sometimes he thinks he should be spending more time with you, and suddenly his mind drifted to other scenarios

You, him and maybe someone else on a holiday...

Yes he has been daydreaming about having a child with you, he wants to have a family

Arriving home he placed his keys on the counter and walks to your shared room

You're not curled in the sheets reading or playing with your phone as usual

Then he hears the click of the door from the hallway and sees you

Beautiful as ever, wrapped on a towel, bare underneath, hair wet, he can see some drops making their way down your collarbone

You ask how was his day and if he was hungry, of course he's hungry, you're his dinner tonight

And he won't tell you this out loud, but he will make you his cream pie tonight, oh well... as many nights it takes to having a little you around the house

Miya Osamu

The restaurant was fine, what wasn't fine was how tired he was at the end of the day

Sometimes he thinks he needs some vacations, but he doesn't really knows if is a good idea now

He wants to spend more time with you, he wonders if you ever get tired of his constant ramblings about the kitchen and his costumers

When he gets home he smells something familiar, walking to the kitchen the oven is turned on at the lowest setting, a timer running on the countertop

The timer sets off ringing out and he hears your rushed steps on the hallway, and when he sees you...

Hair wet with some shampoo still lingering in the top of your head, a towel messily wrapped around you, and he hears your sigh of relief

You are happy he finally got home, you were showering and left the oven on thinking you would have time

You start to apologize but he gets closer to you with hunger on his eyes

You're so sweet, so thoughtful, thinking he would get home hungry for some food, but he has other plans now

He will devour you completely, somehow looking at you in such domestic predicament makes him wonder how good will you look pregnant

With a new goal for the night he decides he will be taking a shower with you and then he will fill you up many times as he can

Thanks for reading 🐨✨💖

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[kurooandkenmasslut]

♥︎ - 𝐊𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝐗 𝐅!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

You yawned as another day rose again like always. Feeling warm, solid muscle wrapped around your waist, your eyes adverting up, looking at a muscular chest and finally a face, specifically Sakusa Kiyoomi, your husband for a year. You smiled at his sleeping face, you thought he looked adorable. You began to being your fingertips across his soft skin, going over his moles, kissing them softly one by one.

This is what sakusa usually woke up to, he found it heartwarming how you've been doing it since you two have been sleeping in the same bed.

"Kiyo~ time to wake up~" you dragged your voice in a singing tone. "We have to be on the red carpet today! Eeek! I'm so excited!" You squealed, your hands on your cheeks as your face turned red in happiness. Sakusa opened his two eyes now and chuckled.

You practically hopped out of bed with you dragging him along and down in the bathroom to brush your teeth. After that, you skipped down into the kitchen, kiyoomi following after.

"I'll make breakfast, you sit down." You said, walking over to the fridge before getting bacon, sausages, eggs, and waffles.

You cooked your and kiyoomis breakfast for the day, you grabbed two plates before setting them in front of him and your seat, putting the meal on the plates, and getting a fork nd knife for him nd you also.

"This is delicious. You've worked hard in it, it was much better than last time." "You think so? Wow, I guess cooking with 'samu really paid off."

After yous were done, you dragged kiyoomi again to the bedroom and started to get yourself ready for the day, like hair and looking decent before the people you requested to do your hair and makeup came up in less than 10 minutes.

The bell rang and you skipped to the door. "Hello! You must be (Name) Sakusa?" "Yes I am, please come in!"

After about two hours, you got your hair and make done, looking jaw-dropping gorgeous, even in your silk material pajamas. "You really don't need that makeup, you look like a goddess already," Kiyoomi muttered into your neck, giving you light kisses on your neck. "Kiyo! Stop! That tickles!~" You squealed as you tried to push him away, as he laughed lightly. Like, an actual laugh. You looked back at the clock and saw that it was close to the time you had to go so you hurried over to your walk-in wardrobe before picking out your selected and iconic dress, undressing, and slipping into the comfortable material. You slid on your high heels and looked in the mirror. Wow, you really looked like a goddess like kiyoomi said, you thought.

(I'm not gonna explain how the dress nd heels looks incase you don't like it so pretend i did )

While you were looking in the mirror, Kiyoomi was already dressed and looking at you at the doorframe, shifting his body weight to his left, he leaned at the frame and admired you. If kiyoomi before didn't think you were really really really reallllllyyyyy pretty, then he definitely does now. In his eyes, you looked perfect in everything, every day.

You slid your diamond earrings you got for your birthday by kiyoomi and while you looked to your left, you noticed the love of your life staring at you, not in a creepy way, but you could see in his eyes, that he was truly and genuinely, in love with you.

Cameras flashed left and right when Kiyoomi stepped foot on the ground. He walked over to your side of the limo and opened the door, offering his hand to help you up, which you gladly took. He lay his hand on the lower part of your back, almost guiding you past the cameras, smiling and waving, well you were anyways. At the same time, Kiyoomi scrunched up his face his dissatisfaction, and not because of you, he was dissatisfied because of all the people and the cameras.

"Ew," Kiyoomi whispered in your ear as you both moved past them, you giggling at his response before kissing his cheek.

"YO! Omi omi! Over here!" You could feel sakusa stiffen, his face scrunched up, and his eyebrows twitching. "What now, Miya." He said in a not-so-pleasant tone. "Awh! Omi omi! Don't be like that! Oh hey cutie," Atsumu whined, but then winked at you. "Hello to you too, 'tsumu." "Oi, don't call my wife cutie." "Your so boring Omi 🙄"

"Hey hey hey! I didn't think you'd show up sakusa!" "Of course, I would dumbass." "Kiyo! Don't be so mean!" You lightly scolded. "Hey, bo! It's nice to see you again! How are you?" You asked, and then you and bokuto started chatting about your lives while Kiyoomi and Atsumu bickered. Kiyoomi latched his hand onto yours, ready to not let go until yous reached home.

"Oi! Shoyo! Over here!" Bokuto shouted. You noticed a ginger head snap at the yell before running where you four were. Shoyo smiled and greeted all of yous, and you gave a small wave.

Eventually, the event ended and you all said your goodbyes, you hoped that you all could set up a meet-up again. And kiyoomis hand, did not, in fact, let go until you reached home. Sakusa practically sprinted over to the bathroom, you already know why.

After his 1 hour shower, he forced you to go in, accusing you have having 'germs.' But you got used to his behavior and did it with no hesitation.

"KIYOOMI!!!!!! YOU TOOK ALL OF THE HOT WATER YOU BASTARD!" And Kiyoomi almost shat himself when your voice yelled when the water started. He was prepared to get whooped by you.

After you two were finally squeaky clean, your hair out and makeup removed, and with kiyoomis beating, you flopped onto the bed, tiredness hitting you like a brick. Muscular arms wrapping around your waist, spooning you. "Even though you beat the shit out of me, I still love you." He whispered in your hair. You lightly giggled before closing your eyes.

"Goodnight my love." "Goodnight darling."

Notes: SAKUSA MIGHT BE A BIT TOO OOC IK

Enjoy and please..

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[izufeels]

⌕ [ dear yn (love sakusa kiyoomi) ] — k.sakusa !

dear yn,

you are a piece. of. work. but, you’re my best friend — despite what komori tells everyone else. YOU are my best friend and i’m in love with you.

this is stupid. everything about this is stupid and cliché. stupidly cliché. falling for your best friend — cliché. jock falling for the nerd — cliché. fucking love letters — cliché.

i would’ve gone for the whole ‘confessing in the rain’ thing, but the forecast said it wasn’t supposed to rain until next week and i couldn’t wait that long.

i’m stupid, too. i wasn’t even the one to figure out that i was in love with you. komori was.

he noticed it after i had started bringing you up all the time, staring at you, factoring you into all of my after school plans, sharing my lunches with you, laughing with you.

in his words i was “down bad.” and i was. i still am.

which is why i’m writing you a love letter. i’m acting like a middle school girl. for you. because i love you.

this is exceptionally embarrassing for me. i hope you know that. and if you reject me after you see this, komori will never let me live it down. so please don’t.

i have a lot of regrets in my life. not saying bye to my sister, going out with mya fijimo in seventh grade, signing up for basketball during first year. but you are not one of those regrets. nor will you EVER be.

i think i’m gonna put this to an end before i embarrass myself any further.

have a nice night, yn.

love, sakusa kiyoomi.

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[kikiyoomis]

you've accepted the fact that sakusa does not enjoy physical affection. early on in your relationship you did try to initialize some small forms of physical affection but you were always met with the expression of repulse and so you quickly gave it up. so now, almost a year into your relationship there has been little to no physical affection between you and sakusa.

"so you haven't even had your first kiss even though you've been dating someone for almost a year?" your friend says, baffled at the thought of it.

"f/n nevermind their first kiss they haven't hugged or even held hands," your other friend pipes in.

"wow, y/n you're really a virgin in all aspects."

"guys it's really not that bad. he's a nice guy and physical affection isn't everything," you say sheepishly but you can't help but agree with them to some extent.

you too, aren't someone that needs physical affection as a form of love but you do enjoy it. and a little ashamed to admit it, but you do get touch starved sometimes.

there are many nights where you wished that sakusa would just hug and hold you to comfort you on your rough nights or give you a kiss in appreciation. even though he's willing to call and listen to you rant, sometimes all you want is just a hug from him as a form of comfort.

so your solution to this, was to by plushies as his hug replacement.

the first time he came over to your place roughly seven months into your relationship, he was shocked at the amount of plushies you acquired. you remember coming up with excuses about how they were so cute you couldn't help yourself but you were too embarrassed to tell him the real reason.

"i'm so happy that you're available today for a date," smile happily as you take a bite out of the homecooked meal sakusa made for your anniversary.

"i took the day off," sakusa says, taking off his apron before taking a seat across from you. you look up in surprise but you're greeted with sakusa's soft smile. "does it taste good?"

"yes it tastes amazing but why did you take the day off? the tournament is starting soon," you say. sakusa rarely took days off especially when tournaments are around the corner. you were sure that when he said that he was available today that meant that the entire team was given the day off.

"because you're important too. i wanted to celebrate this milestone with you." you face flushes red at his statement so you busy yourself with the food to hide your embarrassment.

"...thank you for taking the day off then," you say quietly, heart fluttering just like when you had a crush on him.

"y/n, there's something i want to talk to you about."

and just like that, your heart instantly drops to your stomach. what could he want to talk about? he literally made your heart flutter just a moment ago but now he makes it feel like it weighs a thousand tons all of a sudden?

"w-what do you want to talk to me about?" you stutter out, nervousness evident in your voice.

"it's nothing to worry about but..."

"but?"

"i've been thinking for a while that uh..." sakusa's face suddenly starts to turn red. so much so that the tips of his ears are also turning red. from the sweet and confident air that he had just a moment ago suddenly turned nervous and bashful.

"... thinking that... you..." he mumbles out.

"pardon?" you ask, not quite hearing what he said.

"i said, that i've been thinking about how i wanted our relationship to be more... "

"kiyoomi i literally cannot hear what you're saying," you say, suddenly wondering what he wants with you.

he rests his chin in one of his palms and he turns away from you so that all you can see is the back of his head and his bright red ears.

"i want a more physical relationship with you. i want to hug and kiss you y/n"

your eyes widen in shock. was this the same guy that displayed an expression of disgust whenever someone's hands accidently touches him? who is this and where did your boyfriend go?

"but i thought that you..." you trail off, not believing your ears.

"i wanted to for a while actually, but i thought you didn't like it so i held off on it. there were times where all i could think about was how nice it would've been if i wasn't a coward to just give you hugs and kisses like a normal boyfriend would," sakusa says sheepishly.

this was a new sakusa that you've never seen. in fact you don't think anyone has ever seen sakusa like this.

you quickly get up from your chair and walk around the table to sakusa's seat and without any hesitation you throw your arms around him.

"kiyoomi you're actually so stupid!" you laugh as sakusa jolts in surprise at your sudden back hug. but he quickly relaxes into your touch and turns so that he wrap an arm around your waist.

"yea, yea i'm stupid," he smiles before quickly planting a chaste kiss on your cheek. "happy one year my love, no need to hug those plushies when you have me" he whispers before hiding his bright red face into the crook of your neck.

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[mavrintarou]

[12:19 AM] Sakusa Kiyoomi

I figure, if I'm hitting a roadblock with WYE, I should write other things about Omi to hopefully get me over the roadblock? Lol, wishful thinking? Well, here's soulmate au Omi.

Warning: fluff; explicit smut (18+) this Omi is something else...

Note: It's late and I have nothing edited

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You sighed for the nth time looking at your soulmate who was sitting across the room from you.

Sakusa Kiyoomi was engrossed in the video on his phone, oblivious to you shooting daggers at him. You weren’t sure if he was testing your patience or if he was just oblivious to your needs.

It has been nine months since you two have found one another. From time to time, you still find yourself chuckling at the unconventional way the two of you crossed paths. It wasn’t your run-of-the-mill soulmate origin story that most couples experience.

You crossed paths with Kiyoomi at the club the night of your birthday. He was the only person in the busy and lively club with a mask on. The first thing that crossed your mind when you locked your eyes with the emotionless and cold eyes was that he was in the wrong place with how awkward his body language was. You noticed the two vertical beauty marks on his forehead just right above his left eye and thought how odd it was for you to spot such a distinct feature at a distance.

Little did you know, he was in the right place that very moment.

After a few shots, the liquid courage kicked in and you wanted to go to the dance floor with your friends. As you made your way to the dance floor, something caught the corner of your eyes and you turned your head, locking eyes once again with the man earlier. This time, it was as if he had his eyes on you for some time.

Brushing it off, you hooked your arms with your friends, marching together to the dance floor.

You swayed your body to the beat of the music, letting yourself go. It has been years since you had last been to the club.

It wasn’t long before you felt a body behind you, and normally, you were aware enough to turn around and tell them off.

Just this one time, you decided to allow this person to dance with you.

Their hard chest pressed against your back as their hot breath fanned your ear, “may I dance with you?”

You turned your head, shouting loudly against the music, “sure!”

Their hand rests against your hip and you are aware of how large their hand is. You press yourself against their body, swaying your bodies together. They felt perfect against you, or you molded perfectly against him.

“You’re playing a dangerous game here,” they murmured into your ear, their teeth nipping your earlobe.

 You instantly became somewhat sober when you realized you were grinding into his crotch. You were about to take a step away from him when his arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you pressed against him. Feeling all of him.

“Don’t, please,” he groaned, “you’ll leave me looking like a fool with a hard-on in the middle of the dance floor.”

You weren’t sure why you weren’t running for the hills, any other time, you would have found this creepy and a complete turnoff.

Instead, you continue to keep swaying with him, slower this time, with less pressure. Your hands reached up to touch him, one hand wrapped around behind his neck and the other into his hair. Oddly enough, you felt comfortable in the embrace of this person.

His face is buried into the junction of your neck and shoulder, you can feel his lips press against your skin.

His left hand trailed along the length of your left arm until it found your hand and brought it down so he could intertwine your fingers together. His hand was much larger than yours, your fingers naturally closed in and wrapped around his.

You gasped and moaned when an unknown tingle zapped through your entire body.

“Fuck… no way,” he groaned into your ear, “I knew it…” he chuckled.

His chuckle was so sexy you felt your panties damp instantly.

Your mind couldn’t comprehend, everything was attacking you at all angles. All you knew was that at this exact moment, everything felt right, complete, and whole.

You turned around, your hands still intertwined. You finally looked up at the stranger that had been dancing with you and your mouth dropped as you recognized the eyes, that were no longer expressionless or cold, but warm and burning with passion as they stared deep into yours. His whole face is revealed and he was the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

The height difference between you two was drastic, he towered over you, your body pressed close against his.

“What is your name?” Even against the loud music, you heard just him.

“Y/l/n Y/f/n,” you whispered, “you?”

His lips curved into a breathtaking smile the moment he heard your name. You felt his joy and excitement, now understanding when you heard about soulmates being able to feel the emotions of their partners. “My name is Sakusa Kiyoomi.”

He slipped his left hand away from yours, your eyes immediately spotting your initials inked and glowing red on his pinky. The SK initials on your finger glowed just as brightly.

You two have been inseparable since that night.

Kiyoomi told you that he had fought tooth and nail to get out from going to the club but was dragged there by Bokuto and Miya. “For the first time, I’m actually thankful for them.” He kissed your knuckles, nipping your pinky finger that had his initials on it. “Otherwise, I would have not found you.”

“Did you have a clue at all that it could have been me?” You asked, reliving that night. You wondered if the moment your eyes met his as he entered the club was a sign, a connection between you both that was pulling you closer together.

“I saw you from across the room and knew, I just knew something was pulling me towards you and had to go to you.” He intertwined his fingers with yours, something he did daily as if he needed to feel his mark against yours. “Make note that I would have never danced with anyone willingly, but the moment I spotted you, it was like you just knew. As soon as your body pressed against mine, I knew,” he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand, “I knew you were the one when you filled the missing spot in my life at that moment.”

You nestle into his arms, realizing that ever since you met him, everything about him has become your purpose in life.

Before finding Omi, your family and friends who have found their pair were always lovey-dovey with one another, grossing you out.

Now, you understand it.  

Neither of you could keep your hands… or mouth off of each other.

But now, you wanted more.

Except, Kiyoomi hasn’t shown any interest in giving you more.

He always stopped at a heavy kiss. Always pulling away and tapping your nose that it was enough. You’ve felt his bulge before, and he hasn’t allowed you to help him take care of it, always telling you that he can take care of it himself.

At first, you thought maybe you were the one rushing him and respected his boundaries.

However, how much longer should you wait?

“Kiyoomi.” You took a seat next to him. He stopped his video and set his phone down, giving you his full attention. Your ears burned and knew they were probably red because of how anxious you were and from what you were about to ask him. “Do you…” you choked. You loved how Kiyoomi always made sure to give you eye contact, letting you know you had his undivided attention but it was moments like this that you felt so little under his gaze. “How come –“ you froze, blinking at him dumbfoundedly. “Never mind.”

You got up quickly but before you could even take a step away, strong arms wrapped around your body, pulling you down until you were sitting on his lap.

He nuzzled his face into your shoulder, “tell me.”

You shook your head, face heating up with embarrassment.

His head lifted off your shoulder and you felt his hand gently grip your chin to turn so your eyes could meet, “tell me.” His tone was more authoritative, and you wanted nothing more than for him to use that tone on you for the rest of your life.

You exhaled, “do… not find me sexually attractive?”

His brows furrowed immediately as he exclaimed, “what?”

Not wanting to repeat yourself, you jerked your chin out of his grasp and looked away. You were beyond embarrassed.

As he always teases you, he chuckles because he knows you love the sound of it.

Your breath hitches when you feel his lips press against your jawline. “You have no idea, Y/n. I’m so fucken sexually attracted to you.”

You quickly glance at him and frown, “they why haven’t you touched me?”

One of his hands moves to touch your calve and slides upward underneath the skirt you wore. “And how do you want me to touch you?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat as his rough fingertips danced against your thigh and shifted to the inner side. Your brain was beginning to malfunction as you tried to comprehend his hand and his lips on your skin.

A shaky breath left your lips and you widen your legs before grabbing his hand that’s underneath your skirt and pressing his fingertips right to your covered pussy. “Here,” you whispered, looking into his eyes. “Touch me here, Omi. Here.” It was his turn to blink at you dumbfoundedly. You pressed his fingers against your sensitive clit and a soft breath exhaled. You pressed your mouth to his and whispered, “I want your fingers inside of me.”

You lift yourself off his lap and stand before him, his hand frozen in mid-air. “Will you touch me, Omi?”

In the same authoritative tone moments ago, he ordered, “take your clothes off and straddle my lap.”

Your squeal couldn’t be contained as you quickly stripped off your shirt and skirt. Of all the days that it could have happened, it was the day you wore unmatching undergarments but you could have cared less at the moment, removing your black bra and red panties.

“What are you waiting for?” he asked, sensing your hesitation. He patted his lap, “come here.”

You weren’t sure why suddenly you were hesitating, as if having second thoughts. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Kiyoomi cocked his head to the side and grinned, “you’re naked in front of me and you’re now saying you don’t want to make me feel uncomfortable?” He leaned back against the couch and pressed a hand to his crotch, “do you see this?”

Your mouth watered at the sight of the outline of his cock against his joggers. “But why are you always taking care of it yourself… when you have me?”

Kiyoomi reached for your hand, “because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He pulled you until you straddled his thighs and rested both his hands on your hips, his thumb tracing along your hip bones. “I know that I won’t be able to control myself if I start,” he looked up at you with dark and dilated pupils. “If I have a taste, I will want to devour everything.”

You cup his face, brushing his curls away. “Well then, Bon Appetit.”

You’re lifted into the air and gasp when Kiyoomi carries you over his shoulder towards the bedroom. He dropped you onto your shared bed and began swiftly undressing.

Your jaw dropped the moment you saw his cock sprang free. “Oh…”

He attacks you without warning, lips pressed against yours before moving hungrily. “Wrap your arms and legs around me,” he commanded and the moment your ankles locked around his waist and arms around his neck, an arm slips underneath your back and he lifts you effortlessly towards the middle of the bed.

“Y/n,” he murmurs against your mouth and lifts his head, he loosens your hold around his neck and stations your wrists beside your head before loosening your legs around his waist. He sits back on his heels and admires you. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

His eyes trail down your body before his hand playfully teases from your belly button down to your clit where he circles the sensitive bud with his thumb, slowly rubbing it in circles.

You inhale sharply, “please…” your hips rocking against his thumb.

His thumb releases the pressure on your clit and you whimper but it trails lower until you feel it slips inside of you. He thrusts his thumb in and out of your pussy before rotating his hand and two of his fingers replaced his thumb.

“Omi…” you moaned, “oh Omi… more…”

“I wanted to please you with my fingers as you wished for but…” he hand paused, “I don’t think I can wait any longer, Y/n.” He slipped his fingers out and wraps them around his cock. “I need to be inside of you now.”

You nod your head, widening your legs.

“But I don’t have any condoms,” he leans forward onto his other hand, “I want nothing more than to cum inside of you, Y/n. I don’t wait to waste any more of my cum on my hand or with tissue, I want it inside of you badly.”

Your arms reached out to him, “yes – yes cum inside of me.”

“You will risk getting pregnant? Having my baby?” God, you love his dirty talk. “You’ll let me breed you?”

“Yes! Yes, breed me, Omi.” You watched his cock glide against your folds before he pressed further. The intrusion was foreign as your body stretched to welcome his cock. “Oh God, Omi… Omi – wait…”

He groaned as he pushed until he was fully inside of you. “I waited long enough, Y/n…” his hips began moving at a steady pace. “Look at how well you’re taking me,” your eyes follow his, watching his cock piston in and out of you.

Kiyoomi grabs both your legs and presses your knees into your chest, “is this okay?” You nodded, as he shifted your legs so they were parallel with his body as he bends you nearly in half. His groan each time he thrusts inside of you was your second favorite thing next to his chuckle.

“Kiss me,” you begged, he pressed you further in half as his mouth connected with yours. His tongue slipped past your lips to tangle with yours.

Your lower tummy tingles before your orgasm tips over the edge. You moan against Kiyoomi’s mouth, nails digging into his arms as your pussy squeezes around his cock. His cock fills you twice more before you feel the odd sensation of hot fluid filling you inside.

Your jello legs collapse on the bed as Kiyoomi rests on his heels. His cock was still very much lodged inside of you, plugging you up with his cum.

He grabbed one of your legs and swung it over, shifting you onto your hands and knees. “That was only the appetizer.”

E/n: Gawd this man... okay back to WYE.

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[the-haikyuu-trash]

my thoughts about SAKUSA KIYOOMI and physical touch

tags: fluff, gn!reader

my version of Sakusa Kiyoomi (22) MSBY BLACK JACKALS OUTSIDE HITTER with his s/o is that he likes to think physical touches are not his thing.

But his s/o knows that deep down that he:

likes to cuddle.

to be babied.

believes that forehead kisses are superior.

heart beating real fast when his s/o rest their head on his chest, their arms wrapping around his waist before placing soft kisses on his jawline, muttering “i miss you so much.” after they came back from work.

relaxing when their s/o leg rest on his thigh absentmindedly when talking about their day or lazing around the sofa while watching some netflix show.

softens when his s/o would randomly compare hand sizes with him and seeing their hands made him think to himself; “they’re so small.”

melts when his s/o lays on top of him early in the morning, still sleepy and mumbling that “have his morning run later” while his hands rest on their back, his thumb softly tracing shapes on their skin unconsciously, feeling warm and safe with his one and only.

Sakusa Kiyoomi love language is physical touch— shh! he’s not aware of it… yet.

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[teacrying]

Dogs that these Haikyuu characters would have:

Part two

Sakusa Kiyoomi- A black Labradoodle, hypoallergenic and barely sheds. It would be the larger version and it would be well-trained, his favorite is how the pup would be trained to put away its toys. And it is groomed every month. Getting a trim every 3 months. This pup would be desensitized, or even likes grooming, from a young age. Please, this pup would be so done with everything but his owner.

Hinata Shoyo- I can’t pick between an Australian Shepherd or Beagle. He definitely trained his pup to bump the ball to him, amongst training it the basics. He’d most definitely find that brushing his pup is therapeutic and has desensitized to every aspect of grooming at a young age. Hinata and his dog look and act alike.

Miya Atsumu- I can see him with a tiny dog, Chihuahua, or a medium sized mixed breed. He would get a female dog and he would baby it to the max. This pup would know basics in training and get groomed the recommended amount. However, the dog is a terrible dog at the groomers.

Bokuto Koutaro- A yellow lab, or maybe a mastiff. He likes to train his pup different tricks as a bonding sort of thing so the pup is well-trained. He likes to bathe his pup at home and only needs help with nails and ears. His dog is friends with everyone! He also trained the pup to bump the ball.

Miya Osamu- A schnauzer-lab mix, this pup would probably have chill behavior like his owner but as soon as his uncle Atsumu and his dog-cousin come over his switch is turned all the way up. The dog would be relatively desensitized towards grooming but every now and then either the nails are a problem or the haircut/ hair trimming is the problem. Atsumu helped trained or find a trainer for the pup with Osamu. Osamu's dog is probably very food motivated, and Osamu is actively trying not to give into his cute pup's whining and begging when cooking at home or eating in front of them in general.

Kita Shinsuke- I've said it before and I'll say it again a GREAT PYRENEES!!! and she is a beautifully trained farm dog that is desensitized to everything and anything. Part of his chores every other day is to make sure she's brushed, especially if she's helping him on the farm.

I work with dogs and I love them a lot so here, I can probably come up with more lol

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[nightyl]

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