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euphoricimagination · 2 days ago
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𝑺𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓
Feat. Sakusa, Kuroo & Osamu
Warnings: None
Masterlist - Part 1
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Sakusa
You’ve been dating Sakusa for almost 3 years now. At the beginning you spend time in a mix between your apartments, but soon enough his apartment became the favorite spot for hanging out. Not only because it was bigger than yours, but also because it gave him the perfect excuse to not hang out with his team.
Soon enough you noticed how Sakusa magically seem to have your favorite things around. The plain white slippers that he has for guests turn into a cute doraemon ones placed exactly next to his; when you forgot to bring your toothbrush and wanted to go and buy one, he told you that he had one extra that just so happened to be your favorite color and the same brand as yours, paired with the same toothpaste that you had at home; when you were taking a shower you noticed that he had a space on his shelf with all your favorites, from shampoo to body wash.
When you asked him about it, he just told you that he just happened to find them with discount when he was buying for his products, or that he just bought too many. He will never tell you that he actively searches for them just for you to feel like home when you are with him.
However, you confront him once again when you stayed at his apartment until much later than you thought. Sakusa, being worried for your safety, offered you to stay the night, the least that he wanted was for you to leave late. When you went out of the shower you noticed a cute panda pajamas that definitely wasn’t his.
“Omi? Babe?” you called him coming out of the bathroom “What’s with the pajamas?”
“I thought you’ll look cute in it, and you do” he says looking at you with a smile
“Why do you have so many things for me? Don’t think I don’t notice all the things you’ve done, why?”
“Because I want you to move with me, wasn’t it obvious? Do I need to be bolder with my attempts?” he smirks when he sees your flustered face, pulling you closer to his chest.
“Y-you could have asked!”
“What’s the fun of that?” he pulls you down into the bed next to him, planting a kiss in your cheek.
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Kuroo
“That should be the last one” Kuroo tells you looking around the room full of boxes.
He just bought a new apartment, bigger and nearer from his work in comparison to the older one. When you first saw the place, you didn’t really understand why he needed this much space, while you did spend most of your time there, the other never felt too cramped. Also, this was a good thirty minutes farther away from your house.
But you didn’t question it much. He was your boyfriend, yes, but it was his money to spend. So you helped him move all of his stuff, box after box, building new furniture here and there, everything that involves a new place.
Throughout the whole process you noticed that he seemed way more excited than usual, but you assumed it was due to the whole ordeal. You never expected that the real reason for it was because of a certain surprised he had for you.
Kuroo had two main reasons to move, he wanted something nearer his work, and he wanted a place in where you two could live together comfortably. Now, driving you to his new place, he can’t help to feel excited about asking you the big question.
When you arrived to the apartment you see the already familiar living room, all signs of the previous boxes disappearing. You had helped him with the living room and kitchen, so you had no idea about how the rest of the house looked. That’s why his bedroom took you by surprise.
“Why the king size bed? Isn’t it a little too big?”
“Well, this was with a discount when I bought it, plus they are more comfortable” says nonchalantly, however you see his ears are starting to get red before shoving his hand in his pocket “besides, we need a big bed for the both of us”. With that he passes you a keychain with all the keys from his new place, small smile appearing when he noticed you trying to understand his words “I want to give my princess the best in our new castle, if you want to join me of course”
“So cheesy” you say smiling and taking the keys out of his hand “I��ll bring some of my things then”
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Osamu
Having Osamu as your boyfriend meant having a pro-chef that loves spoiling you with food. Despite being busy at his store, he always found ways to send you some lunch to your work, making all of you coworkers jealous of the beautiful bentos that he sent.
Since it was hard to keep up with you schedules you often ended up in his restaurant before heading to his apartment. And even though he cooks all day, he still insists on cooking for you before cuddling while watching some random TV show.
And today was no exception to that. Except he was far more nervous than ever.
You two have been dating for around 4 years now, and Osamu was more than ready to ask you to move in. He just loves the idea of waking up next to you, arriving home to your hugs and kisses, seeing your excited face every time he brings you something. So he made a plan for it.
He was preparing the dinner for today while you were showering. He decided to make your favorite food alongside his, setting the table to look as fancy as possible without looking too extra.
“Why so fancy love? Should I dress up a little?” you say surprised by the candle lit table
“Nah, sweetheart, you look stunning as it is” says looking at you with stars in his eyes when he noticed your wet hair. For him you were the prettiest when you were comfortable around him “come here, let’s eat together before it gets cold”
You two sit down to eat, talking about your days and the little dumb theories from the internet. While the set up was really fancy, the food had that home-cook flavor that only Osamu was able to bring out.
“So…what’s all of this for?” you asked
“Can’t I spoil you from time to time?”
“You know that your food is more than enough”
“Let me pamper you, you deserve it” he takes your hand in his, making you feel the slight shake on his muscles “but you are right, I wanted to ask you something…what about we live together?”
“Live…together?”
“Yeah, I know it’s hard to keep up with our schedules, if we live together, we get to fall asleep and wake up next to each other every day”
“Are you sure? Living together it’s not going to be the same as just me spending time here”
“I’m confident…and honestly, there’s only one thing I wish for more than that”
“And that one thing is…?” you asked with a small smile while moving to his lap, him welcoming you with a hug
“I’m not telling you” says smirking at you “but it involves you and a ring
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mavrintarou · 7 hours ago
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Wipe Your Eyes [3]
I totally understand if you need a moment of silence after this chapter. If you're new, or didn't get the chance, please listen to this while you read this chapter - Maroon 5 - Wipe Your Eyes
Warning: angst; smut; surprise; a n g s t
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“Kiyoomi?” Y/n calls from the bathroom. “I’m done.”
He walks in five seconds later with her towel. As usual, he drains the water before helping her sit on the edge of the bathtub before wrapping it around her body.
“I can’t wait to get these off,” she mutters as he takes off the waterproof covering for her cast.
“I know, just a few more weeks.” He gives her a soft smile.
Y/n smiles, but her eyes don’t meet her smile. “You’ll be free to do whatever you want then.”
Kiyoomi’s eyes twitch and he tilts his head, “what do you mean?”
She looks away, shrugging her shoulders and tightening the towel around her body. “You can carry on with your career and… I can return to mine.”
My lame career.
“You won’t have to be tied to me, and this apartment once I can get these casts off.” She said quickly. “I just… feel like a burden.”
Kiyoomi lifts her and carried her to their bed. He sits down with her on his lap and cups her face with both hands, forcing her to look at him. “I want to get something straight here; you are not a burden.” His eyes searched her for any doubt. “Our careers will carry on, but it will carry on together. We’ll do this together.” He doesn’t know what overcame her all of sudden, the pout on her face worries him. “Is… something bothering you?”
She shakes her head, cupping his hands with hers, “it’s just hard to not be able to do anything for myself.”
“I know, but before you know it, you’ll be on your own feet again.” He pecks her lips three times. “I’ll be with you the entire way.”
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“Call me immediately if you need anything, okay?”
Y/n nods her head with a smile, “I know, I know… call the front desk if you don’t pick up after three rings… I know.”
Kiyoomi sighed, pulling her in for one last kiss. “I’ll see you later.”
“Hmm, go, go, go – have a good day!” she nudges him, “go before you’re late!”
As soon as he was out the door, she wheeled herself towards the laptop that’s on the coffee table.
Y/n opens her work laptop for the first time in over eight weeks. Kiyoomi restricted her from doing any work as the doctor wanted her to recover without stressing herself out.
Five-hundred and eighty-nine unread emails in her inbox.
Taking a deep breath, she began clicking through each email.
After what seemed like hours of responding to emails, Y/n was ready to take a break and come back later.
Her hand froze as her eyes caught an email sent two weeks ago.
[External] Follow up
Hello Y/L/N Y/F/N,
We apologize deeply that this email was never sent to you. Months ago, you applied for our Korean-Japanese Editor position here in Seoul, South Korea. We had spoken briefly over email and once over the phone.
I lost my laptop and all the data inside of it. I could not remember your last name but recall you worked for a non-profit publishing company in Osaka.
I hope this email finds you well and I would like to connect with you if you are still interested in this position, we would love to offer you a spot within Genesis Publishing at our headquarter location in Seoul, South Korea.
Chief Editor of Genesis Publishing
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“Please put your blue-light glasses on.” Looking up from her work iPad, Kiyoomi is standing at the end of the bed, drying his hair.
Y/n makes a face at him before reaching for her glasses on the nightstand table and continuing her editing in bed.
He hangs his towel on the chair before joining her in bed. “Why are you so far?”
“I’m on my side of the bed, Kiyoomi.” Y//n stated with a raised brow. “I’m where you put me down earlier.”
Kiyoomi’s lower lip jutted out into a pout, and he scoots over until he’s beside her. He lays down, one arm resting underneath his head and the other arm resting over her lap. “Training was excruciating today.” It took her a lot longer to respond to him, so he scooted his head closer to her.
She sets her iPad pencil down and threads her fingers through his damp hair, “what made it excruciating?”
“You didn’t leave me any text messages to see when I got off today.”
Setting her iPad down for the night, she pats her lap for him to shift his head there. She leans down to kiss his forehead, nose and then lips. “Sorry, I was really occupied with catching up with emails and work.”
He groans, “I knew I shouldn’t have given your equipment back.”
Y/n squeezes his cheeks, puckering his lips. “That’s not very nice, Mr. Sakusa. What would I do while you’re not here? How would I make money to help buy your high-quality cleaning supplies?”
He pulls away from her grip and holds her hand, his expression suddenly serious. “I make more than enough that you don’t have to work. You can quit your job and –”
She covers his mouth, interrupting him. “Now, that’s just nonsense.” She removed her hand. “I have something to tell you.”
Kiyoomi sits up, eyes alert and on her. “What is it?” he quietly asked.
“I spoke with Genesis Publishing; a vastly large corporation has offered me a position for editing and translating between Korean and Japanese.” She whispers the last part, “we – I will… need to relocate.”
“No.”
Y/n inhales quietly, reaching for him but he grabs her hands first. “Kiyoomi, you didn’t – “
He shakes his head, “no, my answer is still no. Don’t they have a location here?”
“Yes, in Tokyo but they want me at their South Korea location.” He shakes his head, breaking eye contact with her. She breaks out of his hold to grab his hands instead, “Kiyoomi, they are offering me a salary I cannot turn away from. They’re offering to cover the cost of relocation and pay for three-months of rent…” her voice quivers, “I can finally make an… decent income.”
She hated it when he was this quiet. The cogs in his head were spinning, she could see him processing everything.
“That means… you’ll leave me?” His voice croaks.
Y/n pulls him into her arms, a protective hand pressed to the back of his head. She is unable to answer him. Afraid to answer him. He is afraid of her answer as well.
“Can… can I think about it, and we come back to this?”
She nods, pulling away. “Of course.” She searches for his eyes, his worried ones and suddenly needs to reassure him. “We’ll find a way, we always have.”
Kiyoomi closes the distance between them, kissing her hungrily.
He was about to flip her onto her back when she pushed him down, maneuvering to straddle his waist. He looks up at her with wide eyes.
“Let’s change it up for a bit.” She presses herself against his pelvis, rolling her hips until she feels him hardening underneath. His large hands on her thighs, guiding her and rocking his hips to meet hers. “Omi, pull yourself out…” She lifts herself up so he could push his boxers down enough to free his hard cock out.
Y/n pulls her night slip up, biting the end with her teeth and she hears his breath hitch at the sight of no panties.
He nearly cums as she touches his cock before aligning it and settling her weight onto his cock.
She wasted no time, rolling and rocking her hips. She smiles, letting her slip fall. “Fuck… Omi…”
Kiyoomi sits up, grabbing her slip and pulling it right off. His large hands rest on her breasts, squeezing and tugging her nipples.
“Ah – Omi…” she moans, bouncing harder on his cock.
She lets out a halfhearted chuckle, movement slowing down as she feels her hips cramping.
Kiyoomi laughs, whole heartly before kissing her and pushing her down on the bed. He makes sure her legs are comfortable before slipping back inside of her and thrusting slowly.
He drops his weight onto her, chest to chest and kisses her slowly.
“Faster…” she whispers, cupping his face.
“Not tonight… tonight I want to make sure you remember why we belong together.”
He grips the back of her knees and pushes her legs into the mattress, folding her in half. His lips hover over hers, “I love you, Y/n… I love you and I can’t let you go.”
Her whimpers were louder than her words, but not enough for him.
“Tell me,” he growled, “tell me you won’t leave me.” She nods, and he shakes his head, “say it… I need to hear you say it...” He was close, she can tell by how his cock is twitching inside of her.
She cups his face, lips barely touching his, “I love you Sakusa Kiyoomi… I love you and I won’t leave you…” She presses her lips hard against his before pulling away, “but I’m taking this job.”
Kiyoomi’s head drops beside her as he shudders against her body, cumming hard and filling her completely. His lips find her neck and he suck the skin there.
Y/n flinches, surprised since Kiyoomi wasn’t one to leave any marks, saying it’s juvenile.
Her legs fall on the bed and he finally pull away. A hand touches the wet spot, and she glares at him, “what was that for?”
“For you being a brat.”
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Y/n relieves herself on the toilet first thing in the morning.
Kiyoomi was at the sink brushing his teeth and combing his curls with his fingers.
She reached for the toilet paper only to discover the roll was empty.
Reaching over to the drawer, she was about to reach for a new roll when her eyes fell on her feminine products.
“Do you need help?”
She breaks out of her mental trance, trying to remember when she had her last period.
It has been almost ten weeks since the accident and during that time, she didn’t have her period.
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“Are you sure you’re alright?” Kiyoomi asked for the nth time.
“Yes, Kiyoomi.” Y/n assured for the nth time with a convincing smile, as if he could see it underneath her mask. “I’m alright. Just… want to be out of here if everything is alright.”
She sits on the bed in the doctor’s office waiting for the doctor to come in and do one last evaluation on her left thigh.
She had the stitches removed a few weeks ago but the doctor wanted her back to make sure it was healing properly.
Kiyoomi knew he was being overbearing, at times.
Maybe all the time.
But how can he not?
He nearly lost her.
“Where would you like to go after this?” He tried to lighten up the atmosphere.
“Just home,” she answered quietly. “I just want to lay in bed today.”
At times like this, he felt so hopeless. “Okay,” he nods, forcing a smile. “We can do that.”
“Don’t you need to be back a practice?”
He opened his mouth to speak when a knock came at the door, “Mrs. Sakusa?”
“Come in.”
“Hey there,” she greets them, “how’s everything going?”
“Just tired but other than that, good.”
She raised her brow at Y/n, “well, that’s not good but let’s take a look at your thigh first.”
Y/n rolls onto her side as the doctor pulls her hospital gown to inspect the wound. “Looks a lot better than last time.” She pulls the gown back in place, helping Y/n in a sitting position. “Mind if I do some vital checks?”
“Sure,” Y/n answers, looking at the doctor who is looking at Kiyoomi.“I’ll be outside.” He got the message, leaving the room.
As soon as the door clicked, the doctor exhaled deeply, “is he always that tensed?”
Y/n giggles softly, “no, I think he’s more nervous than me. One, there's a lot of germs here and two... his anxiety flies high because he is reminded how I was here for a few weeks.”
Y/n follows the doctor's light, to the left and then to the right. “Well, vitals look good. Now, you feel tired? How is everything at home?”
“Good, Kiyoomi has been carrying me for the most part throughout the apartment. I just got my wheelchair two weeks so… but he still insists on carrying me.”The doctor gives her a weird look, “well, you might have yourself a keeper there.” She pressed her stethoscope against her chest, “breathe in and out for me please.”
“There is… one thing I like to ask you after you're done.” Y/n whispered as she tried to continue to breathe in and out as normally as possible.
She took her stethoscope off, hanging it around her neck. “What’s up?”
Her fingers fumble and Y/n inhales sharply before whispering, “can I take a pregnancy test?”
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Y/n grips her phone tightly, her new phone to be exact.
Kiyoomi had presented her with a new phone the other day, saying that her old phone was unfortunately, unrecoverable. Most of her data was restored from the cloud but everything felt so foreign to her.
“I’ll email you the results.” The doctor whispers, “in the meantime, take it easy and give me a call if you have any questions or concerns, okay?”
As soon as Kiyoomi helped her into his vehicle, Y/n checked her emails, and the results came back faster than she expected.
Pregnant
A large hand touches hers, “you’re making me nervous here.”
“Sorry, this weather has been… affecting me.” She looks out the window to the cloudy sky. It was predicted to rain throughout the week.
“You’re usually not this quiet and when you’re this quiet… it makes me nervous because I can’t tell what you’re thinking.” He glances at her briefly before keeping his eyes on the road. “I feel like you’ve been at a distance from me.”
Y/n shifts her hand to thread her fingers through his. “I’m sorry, but I’m alright.”
Kiyoomi brings her hand to his lips, kissing her hand. “Don’t be sorry, but if anything is bothering you, please tell me, okay?”
They remain silent the rest of the way home, listening to quiet classical music along with the light splatter of the rain.
He parked the car and was about to get out of the car when Y/n grabs his arm, “can I tell you… something?”
It was eating her up inside.
Kiyoomi’s breath hitched but he nods, “yeah, you can tell me anything.” Her eyes just stared into his, they were filled with an unexplainable emotion. “Hey,” he whispers softly, “whatever it is, you can tell me.”
“Kiyoomi,” her eyes begin to glisten with tears, “I’m pregnant.”
His shoulders drop, and the corner of his lips curve. “Y/n – “
“And I remember,” she cuts him off, whispering, “I remember everything now.”
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Kiyoomi sits in the loveseat Y/n had wanted badly when they first moved into the apartment. He thought it was useless and disagreed with the idea of having it in their bedroom. He didn’t understand why she needed a piece of furniture in this room.
She’s been napping for the past hour and all Kiyoomi can do is just watch her like a creeper in the corner of their bedroom.
After her confession in the car, Kiyoomi felt his heart was ripped, not because she remembered. But how she had confessed to him. It was like, it broke her to tell him that she remembered.
She broke down in tears, apologizing and he was so stunned himself that he couldn’t even respond to her properly.
Remembered the mean and cruel words he last said to her.
How long has she known?
He took her inside and all she wanted was to lie in bed, take a nap. He kissed her temple and watched her curl away into her pillow and away from him.
For thirty minutes, he sat in the living room with his elbows on his knees, face in his hands.
Y/n is pregnant.
They’re having a baby.
That caught him off guard.
But the way they have been spending so much time in bed, it shouldn’t have been a surprise.
For the first time in a long time, Kiyoomi didn’t know what to do.
He walked back into the bedroom quietly, hoping she would be up, and they could maybe… talk.
She was sleeping on her back now, hands resting on her stomach.
Unable to stop himself, Kiyoomi drops quietly on his knees beside her.
Her breath is shallow, and he still has anxiety when he was beside her during the hospital days. He didn’t trust the beeping machine beside him to tell him that she was breathing, he had to keep an eye on her chest, to see the slight and slow movement.
His hand itched to touch her, but he was afraid she would wake up.
It was her sniffles in her sleep that broke his heart, a tear slipped from the corner of her eyes and as gently as he could, he wiped it away with his thumb.
He pressed his forehead to her arm, and he felt the tears he’s been holding back for so long finally fall.
“I love you. I love you so much.”
Tonight before you fall asleep I run my thumb across your cheek (across your cheek) Cry 'cause I'm here to wipe your eyes I know I made you feel this way You gotta breathe, we'll be okay (be okay) Cry 'cause I'm here to wipe your eyes
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E/n: Not yet proofread. In case you might be like... why didn't she tell him right away that she remembered? As I was writing Y/n - I had to think... being in her shoes like - we would probably be in shock. And that wouldn't be the first thing to blurt out right away. I wanted to write her character in a way where she remembered but needed some time to just process it. She blurted it towards the end there with the pregnancy because it was everything that added up and I tried to write that build up to that moment. From getting a job offer, Kiyoomi not on board with it, missed period and confirmed pregnancy... I would love to hear your inputs - I'm open to hearing about how you might have handled this situation. Have a great day/night and stay tune to chapter 4~
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chaoticevilorange · 12 hours ago
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MBSY Black Jackals: Friends to lovers
You can find the previous work here
Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader fluff
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Breaking rules
As previously mentioned you're childhood friends
He has some standard rules you know very well, his phobia keeps him away from everything and everyone
As one of his closest friends you know them very well
No hugging
No kissing (his cheeks because he doesn't always carry wet wipes)
And the last but most important of them all, always have 2-3 feet radius of distance with him
But right now he doesn't know what to do, his face looks straight but is panicking on the inside
You're crying in your bed
In fact you've been crying over 10 minutes
He thinks what's the fuzz about, your golden fish decided to leave this realm, but you're crying as if a family member died
Then he ask if you want another and you shook you're head between tears like a child
"Mr Omi" you sob pitifully "you gave it to me for my birthday 3 years ago"
And he remembers, he brought you the fish because you won't shut up about not having pets for your lack of spare time
So you named the fish after him, and Sakusa was quite attached to him as well
"but... Why are you crying so much?" He states looking at you with an unfazed expression but is actually getting stressed
"you won't come over to chill anymore, you liked to watch him swim after rough days" then your eyes start to water again
In an instant he felt something warm on his chest, he thought about all the times he have wanted to grab your hands, lend you his jacket, spend time with you alone
In that exact moment he broke all his rules, he got in your personal space and hugged you
He gave you several kisses, all over your face, kissing the tears away, but most important he gave you several soft kisses pressing your lips tenderly against his
"I'll get you all the fishes you want, but don't ever think I don't want to be around you"
His hands caresses your face wiping some tears
You press your face against his chest sobbing softly
After a few seconds he asks if you wanted to have a proper burial for your fish instead flushing him
He paid for the cremation service for 'mr Omi'
After a month or so got home with a new fish 'Mr Omi 2.0' glared you for your lack of imagination, you had to change the name to 'Omelette'
Yes I'm alive! Thanks for reading 🐨✨💖
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prodshima · a month ago
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shying away after an argument
genre: angst to fluff ; hurt comfort with sakusa kiyoomi & ushijima wakatoshi
warnings: reader obviously gets emotionally hurt (resolved) but other than that there’s none! + kinda ooc sakusa.
notes: this was so rushed and idk what i feel about this since i haven’t written in SOOO LONG lmfao so enjoy ig even tho im rusty now :) also this request was months ago sorry it took so long haha.
sakusa kiyoomi.
sakusa came home extra exhausted, everyone in the team was getting on his nerves
and he wanted nothing more than to lay in bed and finally take some rest after hours of practice
so when he came home to see you waiting for him eagerly, it only made him more irritated
however, it seems that you didn't notice how tense he was considering you made your way towards him with a smile
and while you kept snuggling him and asking questions if he wanted to watch a movie after dinner
he was just too exhausted to entertain anything and anyone at the moment
“jesus can you stop clinging to me all the time? it makes me fucking uncomfortable.”
he slid into the bedroom before shutting the door close
you shifted a little in your feet, not expecting the sudden outburst.
looking back a few days, you havent realized how it was annoying for him and guilt creeps up to you for making him uncomfortable through your affection
taking a deep breath, you made your way to settle on the couch, deciding to give him some wanted space
it’s the next day and sakusa woke up feeling slightly better than yesterday. he reaches an arm over to your side of the bed almost as if it’s an instinct, hoping he could cuddle you for a while before heading to practice again, a frown across his face when he felt no trace of warmth
he drags his feet out of the bedroom, a subtle smile flashing across his lips when he finds you curled up on the couch with a blanket draped over your figure
his heart tugs lightly as he remembers how he took out his frustration on you, he knows his words stung and he feels bad, but he hopes you know he doesn’t mean any of it
when he comes home from practice, you're cooking something up, maybe dinner for the two of you— but you seemed too busy to notice him so he decides to walk over himself
"y/n, hi.”
a sudden voice breaks you out of your trance as you look up to the man with his usual stoic face.
you smile at him softly, "hi kiyoomi, how was practice?"
"t' was fine" he replies and scratches his nape as he stands before you expectantly, waiting for you to give him his usual greeting hug but you immediately avert your gaze away from him and back to the pot in front of you
he tilts his head awkwardly, he thinks it’s a little strange but shrugs it off anyway, maybe you just forgot?
when you’re both eating dinner, he makes sure to send discreet glances in your way, hoping you would initiate some kind of conversation— you don’t though and his shoulders droops in defeat
after dinner, he invites you for a movie and he thinks luck was on his side when you agreed
however, he expected you to join him and settle on his lap like usual but instead, you situate yourself on the other side of the couch, leaving enough space between the two of you
now he's getting annoyed, fingers itching to just hold you and cradle you in his arms but you don’t seem to be in the mood to, did something happen?
he thinks he's being too dramatic and tries his best not to dwell on the silence too much, but he can't help but think of what he possibly might've done to make you act this way, and then his mind went back to yesterday.
he completely forgot about that as his mind was going miles away and he almost mentally beat himself up for not realizing how much his words had affected you.
trying to be subtle, he scoots over to your side, scooping you in one fluid motion onto his lap and trapping you between his arms
you jolt in surprise before trying to wriggle out of his hold, only to fail miserably, "kiy—"
"are you upset with me? i’m sorry i didn't mean it"
you stare at him in worry, suddenly feeling bad that he’s been blaming himself all along, “hey, i’m not upset with you, okay? i promise that but i do apologize for crossing the boundaries, i promise i’ll loosen myself up!” you continue with a smile, not wanting him to worry about you first.
but it appears he knows you too well for that.
"no, my love, don’t do that, please? i want you here with me and i shouldn’t have talked to you like that so let me make it up to you.. yeah?”
and finally— finally, you nestle yourself on his lap, taking in the warmth you’ve been craving as you speak up about your own feelings
“of course omi”
ushijima wakatoshi.
you knew volleyball will always be ushijima’s top priority and that he spends all of his time practicing for upcoming matches
you've supported him through and attended all of his games whenever you had a chance to and of course you were more than proud of him
but today, you wanted to spend time with him especially since you hadn't spend some time alone together for almost a month due to his schedule
the rest of the shiratorizawa team had said that their coach gave them a free day to make up for all their hard work
and you were looking forward to have a movie date which he suprisingly agreed into (he was half asleep when you asked him to)
getting ready, you dressed in comfy pjs and prepared the snacks, and warm blankets.
you waited patiently on the couch for a few minutes
but those minutes turned into hours and he still wasn't home so you texted him with worriedly, asking him if he was almost home
after an hour, he finally called you, “i can’t come. i’ve already told you that i have to spend my time on practice and not on useless things, y/n.”
your eyes pricked as his words registered in your brain
you wanted to spend some time with him, and yet he only thinks it’s a waste.
you were used to this, basing from your past relationships so you weren't that surprised although you won’t deny that you were disappointed
because maybe you thought it was going to be different this time
why did you even expect?
understanding where this was coming from, you quickly gathered yourself and replied as you tried to keep your voice steady: “ah i’m sorry toshi. i’ll see you at home. love you.”
you ended the called not long before he can even answer, not trusting yourself enough to even hear his voice after what he just said without breaking down
you shut off your phone, dragged yourself in the bedroom and drifted off to sleep
it's been a week since and today was sunday, another one of his free days and though you wanted to ask him once again if he could stay in, you knew that he was still going to the gym despite that, so you opted to keeping it to yourself, saving yourself from further heartbreak.
your prediction was soon confirmed when you checked the time, it was already 8 PM. usually at this time, ushijima had already arrived home but ever since he’s been charged as a captain, he'd always arrive around quarter to eleven or even later.
you were completely understanding and didn't bother him as much since you didn't want him to feel like you're holding him back from doing what he likes to do
shaking your head off the thought, you scrolled through the list of movies, trying to find something to entertain you for the rest of the night as you slowly munched on the chips you bought from the grocery store earlier
but what you didn’t know is that a certain male kept all his attention on his phone, taking glances from time to time as he waited for you to spam his notifications like you usually do
but you don’t and he takes this as the aftermath of the harsh words he threw at you last week and his heart sinks to his stomach at the thought of you not being your usual self
so before heading back, he quickly stopped by a small bakery shop near the apartment to buy some of your favorite pastries and cookies, hoping you would appreciate his small gift
when he got home, the lights were off and you weren't anywhere in sight. worried, he quickly strode through the living room, only to see you sitting in the couch with a bag of chip on your hand
you stare at the sudden intrusion, not expecting the certain man to be home so early “ toshi? are you okay? did something happen at pra—“
“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean it”
you blinked as you tried to keep your tears at bay, not wanting to lower your guard down so easily, knowing what exactly he was apologizing for
“i apologize for my words last week, y/n. i promise you i do not mean it and i love spending my time with you, in fact i found myself enjoying it more than practice, which is quite unbelievable.”
you laugh a little at his words, suddenly feeling a huge weight being lifted off your shoulders “you know i’m only worried about you, right?”
“i know, i’m sorry.”
“and that i love you?”
“yes, i know that. i love you too.”
smiling, you usher him to sit beside you and he stumbles as he buries his face on your chest, finally having the rest he’s been missing the whole time.
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serenecelene · 16 days ago
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WHEN THEY MISS YOU
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-> SCENARIO: you go out of town for a few days and this is how the boys deal with missing you.
-> FEATURING: atsumu, kuroo, iwaizumi, sakusa.
WARNING: cursing, not-edited, intentional lowercase… other than that it’s just the boys missing you and fluff (iwa’s is my fave)
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ATSUMU: pout central. Atsumu is the one who is pouting nonstop, sighing nonstop, and talking about you nonstop. If he misses you, then he believes everyone else in the world has to miss you too; oh yes, you going away is something that atsumu is most definitely going to make everyone’s problem.
you’re laughing loudly with your friends when your phone rings. as soon as the ringtone sings out, in a way you definitely expected, you watch them eye you with raised eyebrows and a smile, their amused expressions a silent question laced with a familiar and fond sense of exasperation; a simple “atsumu?” asked over your morning brunch.
it’s a common occurrence really, especially whenever you are away from him for longer than a few hours — common like the singing of birds and wind blowing through the trees. it’s so common that you almost, in an entirely subconscious manner go to agree with them; agree with the typical lovestruck smile and wave of the hand. except this one time, you can’t, because it’s shockingly not atsumu calling you. it’s his brother. and never before has the name ever instilled more fear in you, because something has to be wrong, for osamu to call you, especially with it being midday and you being on holiday.
for some sense of privacy you turn away from your friends and hurriedly answer with a rushed, “hey, osamu, what’s happened?”
he sighs into the phone, frustration ringing out through the speaker like an alarm. wincing, you almost go to pull the phone away from your ear at the sound, however, before you can he groans, “when are ya coming back?”
“uh” — you blink — “tomorrow, why?”
“never, ever leave town, ever again because I refuse to deal with the whinin’ brat you’ve left behind.”
you go to speak again — mind confused and an utter mess, completely desperate for reassurance or some sort of clarification that everything is ok — when you hear a familiar, deafening commotion in the background.
“I’m not a whining brat, and stop hoggin’ the phone let me speak to ‘em.” you’d recognise that voice anywhere; the longing hidden in between snarls makes your eyes crinkle and nose scrunch. sighing in relief, it’s in this moment that you truly acknowledge just how much you really miss atsumu too — even if you had only been gone two days.
however the arguing only continues as you sit there, “huh? this is my phone, asshole.”
“and that’s my baby, now give me the damn phone.”
you can’t help but snicker as the shuffling gets louder and curses become more frequent; calls of “yer the bitch who’s been crying on my couch all day,” with returns of, “because I miss them, you shithead.”
it takes a while — a minute at best — for the fighting to stop, as always, but once it does you’re finally blessed with the sweetest, “hi baby, I love and I miss ya so much, life really ain’t the same without ya around,” you have ever heard.
in fact, it’s the love weaved into every letter that almost convinces you to cut the trip short then and there — whilst still at your holiday brunch — especially when you find out his teammates had to confiscate his phone at practice yesterday when he spent thirty minutes showing off the pictures you sent him the day before.
“I love you too, ‘tsumu, I’ll be home soon. I promise, baby.”
“good, because otherwise I’ll spam you with photos of me crying.” and you suppose for their sake, you’ll try and keep the trips without atsumu to a minimum, for a little bit at least.
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KUROO: always texting you to make sure you’re ok. Texts like: do you need anything? is the weather too hot? did you want me to bring you a spare pair of jeans? I saw a dog today and it looked like you. He misses you a lot and tries to be nonchalant about it but fails awfully. In fact, it’s painfully obvious.
vrmm. vrmm. vrmm. it’s a quick succession of vibrations in your back pocket — one’s that had been occurring all day and all the days before — that let you know exactly who is texting you. with a loving sigh, a smile washes over your face, just like how you watch the ocean waves in front of you wash upon the shore; you pay attention then to how the sun coats your skin in a warm embrace that completely fails to compare to that of your loving boyfriend back at home.
you sigh again. god, you really fucking miss him.
pulling your phone out of your pocket, ignoring the knowing look from your mother off to your left, you check your notifications, not at all shocked by what you see.
8 New Notifications; surprisingly the least you had received from him all day. however, something also quite surprising appears to be the fact that only six of said notifications are from your beloved tetsu — the other two are instead from his best friend.
opening up your boyfriends text messages, your cheeks begin to sore as you read: ‘hi again baby’… ‘I stepped on a really crunchy leaf right now’… ‘also there was a squirrel’… ‘it kinda looked like you’… ‘because it’s cute, you know? not because you look like a squirrel lol’… ‘answer your texts otherwise I’ll assume you don’t love me.’
there are another few texts sent shortly after, you imagine him frantically typing and sending them as soon as he saw the read receipts for the messages come on.
still, for the sake of winding him up a little more, you don’t reply to him, not yet at least. no, instead you choose to take a brief glimpse at what kenma has sent you, only to loudly laugh at what you receive: an amusing picture of a heavily pouting, six-foot-two man, hunched over his phone on a park bench — a phone put in a clear case with a polaroid picture of the two of you, like he was a teenager all over again — and staring at it as if it had offended him.
and below said picture, what makes you laugh even more, you receive the simplest of texts: ‘hurry up and text him back.’
filled with a need to hear his voice — not that you’d ever tell him that — you can’t help but give in to the urge to call him instead of text back.
and not surprisingly you only have to wait one, short ring before the smirk makes it’s way down the line, “well hey there, baby, do you miss me that much? did you need to hear my voice?”
you hate him; the teasing in his tone and the nonchalance you can practically see in his amber eyes. gosh, you think you hate him except you know that you really don’t— especially when you receive another text from kenma some two seconds later of tetsurou’s face as he gets the alert of your call; full of youthful glee, the softest smile gracing his face.
“hmm, I think we both know it’s the other way around, tetsu.”
he sighs, before sadly mumbling, “yeah, it really is.”
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IWAIZUMI: listens to all of your favourite songs. He actually made a playlist specifically for moments where he misses you. It’s simply titled: just your name with a little love heart that makes his ears red whenever you comment on it. But he feels closer to you whenever he hears your favorite songs, feels as though you are there screaming your heart out whilst he drums his hands on either a desk or steering wheel.
“so,” you smile at the screen of your phone, biting your lip lightly to try and stop it from spreading any further.
“so?” he mumbles, staring straight back at you, as he had done for the past hour.
he’s cute, you think. with a sleepy look in his eyes and small smile that was like moonlight breaking through the clouds. you can’t help but want to kiss his cheeks — gosh, you always want to kiss his cheeks — but the need is so powerful you feel it tugging at your heart.
you can’t though, you can’t because he’s at home and your miles away on a work trip that you really didn’t want to be on. you’ll have to save your affection for when you get back, you’re sure he won’t mind.
“I checked spotify yesterday,” you start, raising an eyebrow. hajime groans in response, hiding his face in his hands and shaking his head as you continue, “I love the playlist you’ve been listening to.”
“shut up, it’s just a coincidence.”
“hajime, you liar!” you laugh, “the playlist is literally my name, with a heart, and it’s full of all my favorite songs.”
he huffs, rolling his eyes, seemingly much more awake now as he fights off your teasing smile. however, despite how hard he tries to hide it beneath exasperated groans, you can still see the toothy grin from underneath his palms, “it’s a coincidence and I’ll delete the heart if you keep this up.”
“haji,” you gasp and dramatically being your hand to your heart, “if you delete that heart it’ll actually break my heart.”
“yeah?” he looks up once again, smile still on his face but much softer this time. once again, he sighs, but this time, it’s full of something sweet that sounds a lot like a loving home, “well, if you don’t come back soon, it’ll break mine.”
blinking, you let the smile grow wider on your face and let that familiar, welcome warmth grow stronger and stronger in your chest until your veins practically burn with his name, “I guess, I should head home soon then, huh?”
“yeah, you really should. songs don’t sound the same when you’re not butchering them in the passenger seat of my car.”
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SAKUSA: uses your shampoo/conditioner/body wash. He’ll do his washing with the same softener you use and (not that he’ll admit it) spray your perfume on his pillows.
you’re walking through the airport faster than you ever have walked before, searching the sea of random faces for one special and specific one, of which you had missed with all your heart and soul. luckily for you, there is only one man who can stand out within a large crowd; only one man who can capture your eye with his pretty brown eyes and pretty lil’ face. and luckily for you, you spit him quite fast.
“kiyoomi!” you beam, your lungs burning and trainers slamming hard against the laminate floor with a furious pace; you’re moving faster and faster until you finally — after a long week away — slam into his chest.
he sighs out your name as if it were his favorite song, before locking you tightly and securely within his embrace — his arms clutched around your back and tugging you towards him almost desperately close.
however, it is there, in his arms, that you are not only met by a wall of muscle, built over years of intense training, but also, more surprisingly, by a familiar scent. you’d recognise it anywhere, having gotten used to it for years and years on end; to be completely specific it’s what smells like, not only your body wash but your conditioner too.
you sniff, pulling his typical baggy, black shirt closer to your nose — just to make sure you weren’t imagining it, or that the jetlag wasn’t already setting in — before looking up at your boyfriend expectantly. when your gazes meet, you already know that he knows what you’re about to ask, a near given at the sight of his rosy ears and bashful eyes.
“missed you,” he murmurs an explanation before you have the chance to say anything. his voice, deep and slightly muffled behind his black face mask, is warm and smooth like honey in warm water, and his fingers lace with yours as he continues, “and I just like the smell of your stuff, it smells like you.”
“that’s so fucking cute, kiyo,” you say, through breathy gasps of awe. it’s really all you can say, anything else would come out stuttered or entirely too cheesy for either of you to handle in public.
then, the overhead announcements come on letting passengers know of upcoming flights and there are children screaming all around you, but even through all that noise you can hear the shy lilt in his voice as he stutters a quiet yet simple, “really?”
you hum, giving his hand a small squeeze, “yes, kiyo, it’s super cute, just like you.”
his eyes crinkle and sparkle as he leans down to place his forehead against yours, and with mirth in his voice asks, “so, is now a good time to say you need more body wash?”
and the two of you are already walking when you laugh in exasperation, “god, you’re so lucky that you are cute.”
but, always ready to pay attention to every detail of sakusa kiyoomi, you don’t miss the way he once again mumbles, “no, I’m only lucky that I have you.”
you just don’t tell him for his sake — not until you get to the car at least, because you think the sight of a stuttering and blushing kiyoomi is a wonder of the world that only you should be able to witness.
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bbyatsumu · 5 days ago
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I loved your riding gojo! now, I present to you: riding sakusa!!
sighs I am a sucker for this man...
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୨୧ ꒰ 001. ꒱ smut (mdni), pet names [baby], soft sex, slight cockwarming
୨୧ ꒰ 002. ꒱ w/c: 0.8k | sakusa kiyoomi x f!reader
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"I've been waiting for this all day," Sakusa lets out a low groan, punctuated by a swift jut of his hips. You settle down fully on him, a soft moan falling past your lips at the sweet stretch of his thick cock.
The intimacy of it all is what is most dizzying, most pleasurable, Sakusa thinks. He moans when you start to roll your hips, a shaking hand flying to catch at your hip. Sakusa softly shakes his head, instead tugging you down to lean over his body.
"Let's just stay like this for a bit," he sighs, voice thick with want and love as he pulls you into an embrace. His arms around strong yet gentle around you, your bare chests pressing together as you still your movements. It is wholly private and personal, how Sakusa trails his lips down your cheek, the softness of his mouth brushing against your ear. His steady breathing is comforting as his breath fans across the nape of your neck, one of his hands affectionately cradling the back of your head. Encouraging you to rest your face against the crook of his neck, Sakusa trails his fingers across your back, drawing teasing, loving shapes against you.
"Feels so good," you murmur against him. Sakusa lets out a soft hum, and you can feel it against your chest. The action is soothing, further intensified by his hands running down your body, coaxing you against him.
His fat cock is hot inside you, pressing against your most sensitive parts, stretching past the aching throb of your walls. You can't help but whimper a bit as you shift your hips, burying your face in further against Sakusa as his tip nudges against that one spot that has you rolling your hips ever so slightly.
"Shh, it's okay baby," Sakusa soothes, rubbing his large hand over your back. The pads of his fingers are slightly coarse as they dip across your every curve, adoring the feel of your body against his as he holds you.
His touch is addicting, causing a spark of fire to flare bright inside your chest. Your heart swells as a million butterflies pound against your chest, the warmth spreading across your body a testament of your love for him.
A soft gasp of his name falls past your lips when Sakusa's hands move to your hips, slowly, gently rolling them over his aching length. The airy gasp that spills from his tongue as you grasping at him, gripping onto his broad shoulders as you lick and kiss at the skin of his neck.
"T-that feels good," Sakusa groans your name, his eyes knocking back to the ceiling as your soft lips work over his skin. He feels you tenderly bite down against his collarbone, tongue laving over the spot just as quickly, and pleasure shoots down to his cock at the sensation.
"Are you okay?" your lover murmurs, soft curls brushing against your face as he leans down a bit. His lips, always so gentle when he makes love to you, graze across your forehead, and you clench down a bit on him at the breathless moan of your name that he whispers against your skin.
"Always," you reassure him, nudging your nose against the column of his throat. Sakusa has always been so pretty, with moles and beauty marks decorating his pale skin. While you continue slowly, gently, grinding your hips over his cock, you begin pressing languid, drawn-out kisses to each individual mark on his shoulders, his neck.
As your lips drag across his skin, leaving fleeting, delicate kisses against him, the musk of his cologne invades your senses. It's mature and slightly dark, and the presence of it lingering on his skin has you moaning, rolling your hips a bit faster.
At your sudden actions, Sakusa's hands fly to your hips, attempting to ground himself. The sheer pleasure of being buried inside you, your tight, wet heat sucking him back in over and over, is overwhelming. It's nearly enough to knock the air out of his lungs, and Sakusa is sure the room is spinning when you start lazily bouncing on his cock, sweet whimpers of his name being brushed against his ear.
"You okay?" you moan against his ear, lips pressing there for a soft kiss. You never halt your motions, slowly sinking down on his cock, then rolling your hips in a loose circle, intent on feeling all of him. His fat shaft drags along your walls, stretching you out in the best possible way as a broken moan of your name is shuddered between shaky breaths.
"N-never better," Sakusa grits his teeth, groaning as your tight heat gushes around him, walls fluttering as if attempting to milk him dry.
And Sakusa continues making love to you, the darkness of your bedroom shrouding you both in a comforting embrace—almost as soothing as his own.
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hanmas · a month ago
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[ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 ] 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈.
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sakusa thinks he’s sick—which is odd in itself because sakusa never gets sick.
but he’s sick, he’s sure of it. otherwise, why else would his cheeks flush with so much heat, and why else would his skin get sweaty from nothing, and why else would he feel so dizzy? he’s sure it’s something serious, but komori insists it’s not—but what would komori know?
komori has a god awful sleep schedule, he skips his annual flu shot, he always forgets a jacket, and he uses a two-in-one shampoo and conditioner. sakusa kiyoomi is not going to take health advice from someone who’s as out of tune with taking proper care of themselves as his know-it-all cousin. but komori makes one (and only one) valid point—sakusa seems to only feel this way when you’re around.
and that’s crazy. you’ve been his friend since high school, you’ve helped him pass math class for all of college, you’ve taken criminally unflattering photos of him mid-serve for countless MSBY games—you’re his best friend. he thinks it’s rather ridiculous that komori’s trying to insinuate that you’re detrimental to his health.
but then you laugh and god, sakusa swears he’s just experienced cardiac arrest.
“i’m starting to think i’m allergic to you,” he mumbles, watching as you raise a brow and take a bite of your (his) french fry. you claimed you weren’t hungry—which is never true, so now he’s stuck sharing.
“well, that’s rude. i share my food with you all the time, no need to be stingy—”
“that’s not what i meant,” he rolls his eyes, lips curving into scowl, “but you definitely don’t share as often as i do.” you giggle at the way he stares unimpressed, watching you take more from his pile.
not only do you make him sick physically, but you also make him sick in the head. sakusa kiyoomi is the youngest in his family. he’s been spoiled since the day he learned to walk, he hasn’t had to share since he first learned how to spell the damn word itself. komori never gets french fry stealing privileges—and yet, somehow, you’ve twisted his brain into giving you privileges after another willingly.
“you sound crazy, kiyoomi. well…crazier than usual,” you snort.
“i don’t usually sound crazy,” he grumbles.
“that’s what a crazy person would say. now tell me why you’re allergic to me—that’s still really rude, by the way. share your drink with me to make it up,” you make grabby hands for his sprite, and he swats you away, glaring at you as you pout.
“you have your own drink.”
“i finished it,” you pout deeper, batting your lashes at him pleadingly. and now he’s starting to think this is serious—maybe he really should see a doctor. why on earth are his hands getting sweaty?
“too bad, this is mine,” he scowls, grabbing the french fry your reach for just to spite you. he fights back a grin as you glare at him, taking a victorious bite as he stares right into your eyes to rub salt on the wound. “every time you come around, i seem to get sick.”
“huh? sick how?” you tilt your head, and his heartbeat speeds up. then it does that weird clench, and he’s trying to figure out if cardiac arrest this often at his age is bad for his career as an athlete. he’s sure it has to be.
“either i’m allergic to you, or you’re just bad luck. every time you come around, my hands sweat and i feel like i’m gonna throw up and my chest tightens—oh, and i have trouble speaking sometimes. this can’t be healthy—”
“i take it back. you’re not crazy, you’re stupid.”
“hey,” he hisses, pulling his french fries out of reach with a soft pout, “what’s that supposed to mean?”
“is this a joke? or are you seriously this clueless,” you ask, and there’s an edge of seriousness in your tone, something close to doubtful—maybe even the slightest bit insecure. he frowns, brows furrowing as he shakes his head.
“no, i’m serious. it only happens when you’re around and—”and suddenly, he gets cut off by the sound of you letting out a breathless chuckle before he feels the side of his face be cupped as you kiss him.
you kiss him out of nowhere—and right on the mouth too. with not even so much as a warning.
sakusa kiyoomi has known you since high school, which means he’s less than shocked by anything you do anymore. he’s endured your teasing of his neon green school jersey, he’s sat through your same old rant about your history professor over and over again, he’s watched you try (and fail) at figuring out how to change the tire of your first car, and he’s let you rope him into carrying all your boxes when you move into your new apartment. but never, ever, has he prepared for your lips to touch his.
“kiyoomi,” you let out a breathy laugh, laced in disbelief, “you’re really something else.”
he sputters, staring at you with a bright red face and eyes widened by miles.
“w-what was that—”
“i love you too. you clueless idiot.”
and as of today, sakusa kiyoomi realizes he really is sick—sickeningly in love with someone as annoying as you.
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idk what the fuck this is lmao bye
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kiyelle · 2 months ago
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♡ kiss bound - [sakusa kiyoomi]
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sakusa finds himself smiling softly at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. his skin, from his cheek to his shoulder, is decorated with traces of your love in the form of lipstick marks.
of course when you had done it he gently pushed you away mumbling that there’s no way he’s going into practice with his love sickness written all over him. so he washes them away, all except one. a single mark of the curve of your lips remains on his collarbone, hidden from sight beneath his jersey.
he had never expected himself to fall quite this deeply in love, but now he wouldn’t have it any other way. especially not when he walks out of the bathroom to find you sitting on your bed waiting for him. your eyes light up with his return then dim a little when you notice the missing stains of affection.
“i can’t believe you actually got rid of them, i made your neck all nice and pretty,” you frown, utterly disappointed. kiyoomi rolls his eyes, he was expecting this reaction, “no, you claimed me with your lips,” he says, moving next to you atop of the sheets and pulling you into his arms.
“and i already told you, there’s no way i’m letting those idiots on my team see how much of an idiot i am for you,” he finishes, before hiding his face into your neck. you smile at his words, resting your head upon soft black curls, “but that’s the whole point omi, they all need to know you’re mine.”
he lifts his head up to look you in the eyes, “oh am i?” and in that moment you wonder if this man realises what he does to you, butterflies and all. “forever,” you insist.
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nightyl · 2 months ago
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"I'm still mad at you."
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Sakusa Kiyoomi x gn!reader
genre: fluff
warning/s: kiyoomi's still mad at you
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"Omi please. I said I'm sorry."
He doesn't even give you a glance as he makes his way to the kitchen. Yesterday, sakusa got mad when you didn't answer his messages and calls. It was already late and he was beyond worried about your well-being. Sakusa kept asking you about your day when you got home and because you were extremely tired, you snapped at him. 
He's now trying to grab a mug and make his way to make coffee, but he can't walk properly. Of course he can't — because you're hugging his back tightly, preventing him from moving.
"Get away from me, Y/N." You whine when you hear a not-so-loving tone from him — especially when he says your name. "Forgive me please. I swear I won't shout at you again when you're only trying to ask me because you're worried about me. Now, talk to me properly, love."
You even tried to sound more loving than usual, but to no avail, he's still not giving in. "No. You can't even talk calmly, so why would I talk to you?"
"You're actually talking to me right now."
Silence.
"I'm just kidding, Omi. Come on! I'll make it up to you, I promise. Want cuddles? Want me to visit you at practice?" You keep talking and wooing him with a pout and puppy eyes. He's not looking at you because he knows once he got even a millisecond glance at you — he's going to kiss that pout out of your face and forget that he's mad. 
You sigh and walk your way to the bedroom. You still have to do work that was given to you by your boss. You swear you're gonna make it up to him — after you finish your work. 
You're so occupied with your work that you forget how much time has passed. After typing and reading documents, you're starting  to feel tired and sleepy. You hear Kiyoomi enter the room, but you didn't look at him — too busy with your task. 
When you're about to grab a paper from the side of your table, Kiyoomi suddenly brings down a bowl of your favorite snack, an iced coffee, and some biscuits.
"Omi??" He doesn't answer you, but he bends down to grab the side of your cheeks and kiss your forehead. "Don't stress yourself too much, love." He says while looking away, hiding his blush from you.
He takes a quick glance at you and sees your cute pout and puppy eyes and his heart melts. He, once again, bends down to kiss the pout out of your lips, savoring the sweet taste of you and he can't get enough. He kisses you again and rests his forehead against yours. "Are you not tired yet? You can take a quick break first, love." He talks to you with a loving tone, opposite of how he talked to you awhile ago. It's obvious that he's worried and your heart bursts with so much love.
You gasp and he moves away from you — knowing what's coming next. "You're not mad at me anymore?!" You beam brightly at him. 
He rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue. "Don't flatter yourself. I'm still mad at you."
Yeah..
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euphoricimagination · a month ago
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𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎
Feat. Sakusa, Kenma, Oikawa & Bokuto
Warnings: Rudeness, timeskip
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Sakusa
You were waiting for you boyfriend in the gym after the Jackals won a match. You were always invited to dinner after their games, mainly because it was the only way to make Sakusa go, but also because all of the team like you, so it was win for everyone. You were looking at your phone when you listen loud voices coming closer, making you look up. Sakusa was quick to come to you, hugging you tightly and letting out a sigh of relief when he leans on top of your head.
“You did so good babe” you told him rubbing his back
“Thanks, love. Did you sa-”
“Hi, excuse me? Sakusa-san?” a voice from behind you say. Moving away from your boyfriend, you noticed that the voice belong to a girl, a fan of the team that had a notepad and a pen.
You decided to move away to give them space to interact, knowing that she probably just wanted to talk to him. Everything was going smoothly, Sakusa and the girl having a small talk while he signs the board. It wasn't until they were finishing that the girl said something that caught your attention
“You're lucky that your wrists are like that, without them I don't think you'd have become pro” she says innocently “you’re not as good as the rest here”
You can see the shock not only in your boyfriend face, but also in some of his teammates and the other team, soon that shock turning into more angry expressions. But before any of them could even say something, you move next to Sakusa with an annoyed expression. You weren't going to let anyone talk bad about your boyfriend, or anyone in the team really.
“Ha! You don’t seem like someone who knows a lot about the sport if you think that’s the only reason he´s a pro” you scoff at her smiling sarcastically, each word angrier than the last. Her eyes showed how scared she was by being confronted “Tell me, did you just wanted to disrespect someone for fun? Perhaps you don't really know much?”
“E-ehh… I do know! Kind of! I-I…” she stutters looking everywhere, but you stopped her before she could continue
“Or maybe you’re a fan of the other team, which make this even more pathetic really. If you are going to hate someone, at least do it on the internet, that way you don’t embarrassed yourself too much; because at the end of the day, it’s him the professional player, not you. Now leave before I actually get angry” you say, the aura around you getting colder by each word.
That's all it took for the girl to start muttering apologies before leaving the place, receiving some glares in the way out.
Sakusa grab you by the waist pulling you into his arms, amused look on his face. Apart from the initial shock, he genuinely didn't care about those comments, but he was more than happy to see you speak up for him. He pats your head before kissing your temple lovingly “are you my guardian angel, love?”
“Y/n-chan remember me to never make you angry” says Atsumu once you walk outside, making Sakusa tighten his grip around your hand. He was lucky to have you.
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Kenma
It's rare for you and Kenma to go out, especially to such a crowded place like the mall. He would much rather buy things online, not only to avoid the crowds and people, but also so he doesn't have to meet any of his fans. He doesn't mind doing it through the camera, but he still gets awkward when it's real-life interaction with them.
Before leaving the place you decided to go and buy some food. He was waiting for you on the table when you notice someone approaching him slowly, and by Kenma's reaction, you assumed it's a fan.
You tried to get back to the table quietly to not interrupt them, which worked more than fine considering that she didn't acknowledge your presence even though your boyfriend did. That alone made you suspicious, but you let it slide.
“Honestly Kenma-san, I'm really surprise someone like you it's dating” says looking at you with an unreadable expression while Kenma frowns “I don't understand it, he's only good at gaming. Is for the money, right? Because you know some volleyball players that are much hotter and nicer than him. You can do so much better”
“Are you done?” you ask her boringly, making her eyes wide by your lack of reaction. You could see Kenma from the corner of your eyes trying to hold back a smile “And just so we're clear; I meet him way before he was a streamer AND a CEO, so I don't really care about his money; and yes, I do know volleyball players, but no matter how hot they are, I wouldn't date anyone else besides Kenma. Anything else?”
She doesn't even bother to answer, making some sounds that only could be described as growling before leaving again. Your eyes follow her for a few seconds before turning to Kenma, who had a teasing look on.
“So... you think the guys are hot?” says raising an eyebrow
“I said so many things about you and that's the part you decide to comment”, rolling your eyes you take a burger
“It's perfect blackmail opportunity, love” taking your hand, he plants a kiss on it as a silent thanks. All jokes aside, he truly appreciated your words, hearing all that makes him feel so warm.
“Fine then, I'm dating Bokuto from now on” you say sticking your tongue out. Banter or not, it was clear the love between you.
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Oikawa
You were walking down the supermarket with Oikawa; just arriving back to Japan for the holidays. Both of you missed your friends, so you were buying some snacks to have a small reunion with them. The time difference however, made him a bit whinier and cuddlier, not that you minded really.
It was much more relaxing here; you have to admit. In Argentina he has a big fan base, so every time you go out you always encounter some fans; but since he didn't play in Japan anymore, the quantity of people recognizing him was much less.
He was back hugging you while you were choosing some ramen when a someone call his name “A-are you Oikawa-san?”
“Um? Ah yeah, that's me” says lazily separating himself. They started having a small talk, so you continue looking at the snacks, completely ignoring the conversation between your boyfriend and his fan. You have experienced this way too much to even care now.
The only reason you started to listen again was when the girl suddenly mentions one of your friends. “I read that the athletic trainer for the Japan team was your friend. Iwaizumi-san?”. The question not only makes you frown, but also surprised Oikawa. Why would that be relevant now?
“Ah yeah, Iwa-chan IS my childhood friend. We are going to see him tonight actually” He answers while taking your hand. He could sense that something wasn't right.
“Oh...it's impressive that he's still friend with you, after all you're a traitor to our country”. And there it was, the sentence that made you turn around to face the ‘fan’. If there was something that Tooru was slightly insecure about was that. It took a long talk with you and Iwa for him to stop overthinking stuff.
“What did you just say? Traitor?” you ask her turning around with a blank expression on.
“He is playing for Argentina instead of Japan!” she exclaims looking at you like you were crazy.
“Do you realize how dumb that sounds? There are millions of people that leave their countries just to be happy, are they traitors too? He went to the other side of the world, put a shit ton of effort just so he can play volleyball with the best out of the best. Explain to me how it's following your dreams being a traitor, because that doesn't make any sense in my head” you say expressionless, a side of you that has never appear before.
“Ehh...well...”
“You know what? I don't even wanna hear it. Leave”. With that the girl quickly walks away, leaving you and Oikawa alone once again. When you turn around, you saw your boyfriend speechless, pulling you into a hug. His heart felt like it was about to burst from your love.
“Thanks princess, you shouldn't have… But man, that was so hot” says giving you a kiss.
 “Oh, shut up” you chuckle, the tension disappearing.
“Maybe we should go to the hotel to have some fun before going to Iwa's apartment”. And just like that he pulls you to pay before going straight to your hotel room.
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Bokuto
Dating Bokuto was definitely a new experience for you. You never met someone so confident and outgoing that also was such a sweetheart. And since you were more in the quiet side, both of you complement each other pretty well (in Akaashi’s opinion, you were definitely the brain).
You were walking around with Bokuto, trying to find a spot for the picnic that you had agreed on. He was excited to spend time with you, and everyone walking around you could tell. His smile was beaming while he was talking to you.
A few minutes passed after you started your picnic when you see a dude looking straight to where Bokuto was. This wasn’t something new, however, even if people didn’t know who he was Bokuto always brought some attention to him by his bright personality.
“Hi, you’re Bokuto, right? From the Black Jackals?” he asks arriving to your side. Bokuto, at the realization that he knew him, started to talk excitedly with him, not before giving you an apologetic smile for being interrupted in your date. It’s not like you mind though, you knew how happy it makes him when people recognize him. You weren’t fully listening to the conversation, only hearing some words when you felt Bokuto’s hand squeezing yours; that was until your boyfriend hand became loose.
“Don’t you think that you have too much confidence though?” he asks, making Bokuto´s smile drop ever so slightly “I mean, you´re not bad, but I think you have a little too much confidence when you´re the weakest out of all the jackals”.
You look at you boyfriend, who has an uncomfortable and sad look on his face and knew that he wasn’t going to answers anything back; he was too kind sometimes. But before you could even say something, the dude continues “like, Sakusa is one of the best receivers of the team, Miya is a splendid setter, Hinata has that quick attack…what do you have apart from being the funny one?”
Taking one of the sodas that you had in the floor, you open it before standing to dump it in his head, making him stop talking. Both men, Bokuto and the guy, look at you surprised. “For someone that claims to know about volleyball, you really got things wrong if you think that Bokuto is only the ‘funny one’. Don’t you have anything else to do than come here?”
You can see the guy eyes fill with anger, however, not only he knows that your boyfriend is a muscular, 6,2 volleyball player, he also notices that there are many eyes on the scene. Knowing that he couldn’t do anything against you, he stumps away from the two of you. Once you sit down again, Bokuto grabs your hand again giving you a weak smile.
“Don’t listen to him babe, you’re an amazing player. MSBY wouldn’t be the same without you”
“You really think so?” he asks you, making you nod eagerly. And just like that you can see his eyes start beaming again, happy smile appearing. You always been honest with him, so he knew that if you say that it’s because you really mean it. “Come here baby” says planting a loud kiss in your lips.
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ichigoromi · 26 days ago
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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 | 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 | 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧
Ugh! I can just imagine him being all shy and fetching his child so that I can see you!
Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi (timeskip) x fem reader! (she/her) ft. Junior Sakusa!
Genre: fluff!
Warning (s): none!
a/n - Part two is finally out!
Part 1 | Part 2 — When you fall for your student's father
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Enjoy!
Sakusa Kiyoomi
Sakusa recently moved into a new neighbourhood after the nasty divorce with his ex-wife.
Luckily, he got full custody of his young son, Roku, the most important.
Since he moved, he had to enrol Roku into a new kindergarten, and there was no time to hire a new nanny for him.
Because he recently became a single father, the kindergarten principal understood his situation and allowed his son to stay until the kindergarten closed.
And on the first day of school, Roku instantly got attached to one teacher, you.
Roku never left your side and disliked interacting with any other teachers.
When his nanny comes and picks him up, you were busy tidying up the classrooms.
There was a day when the nanny was not available, and Sakusa was late too, so you stayed behind after opening hours and waited with Roku.
Sakusa was still in his jersey, straight from his game.
He thought he would find his son whining and crying, but instead, Roku was laughing and playing around with you.
Oh boy, he might have a crush on you already. Seeing how his son interacts with you and your smile made his heart swoon.
After that encounter with you, he started going to the kindergarten to pick his son up and hopefully see you too.
But he didn't get too.
So he had to ask his son about it.
"Roku, do you like your new school?" He shook his head then nods his head.
Sakusa pats the little boy on his head and carried him onto the kitchen counter.
"What do you not like about the new school?" He asked gently, knowing his son's personality.
"Too...many people. No like. y/n sensei, like." When Roku mentions your name, his eyes instantly light up and shows a little shy smile.
Now, he really wants to get a coffee with you and get to know you.
"Hmm, do you want papa to get close with y/n sensei?" Hearing that his father wants to get close to you, Roku interprets it as Sakusa was going to steal you away from him.
His big round eyes tear up and start bawling his eyes out.
"Roku, why are you crying? Did you not like it when I want to get close to your teacher?" Sakusa carries his crying son in his arms.
Roku nods his head and wipes his snot on his father's shirt.
"Don't take y/n sensei away from me!" He whines and starts to calm down after Sakusa rocks him in his arms.
"Fine, I won't. I'm not going to anyways. Papa is just curious as to who is the teacher that gets along with Roku. Let's get you to sleep." He pats the little boy on the back and brings him to his room.
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Recently, Sakusa has been dropping off his son at his school just so he could catch a glimpse of you, or if he’s lucky, he could squeeze in a little conversation with you. Sakusa was trying his best to catch your attention. 
But alas, you treated him with professionalism and took great care of Roku. 
Even your colleagues noticed how Sakusa have been dropping Roku off early when you are on door duty and picking Roku up earlier so you can go home earlier. 
It’s all the small details that you missed. 
Even if you are attracted to him, dating your student’s parent is a massive No to your career. 
“Mama~!” Roku wailed after another student pushed him, and you noticed he injured his knees and elbow. 
The other teachers were already pulling the other kids to the other side, and you ran towards Roku first. 
His tiny hands clenched into fists as he leaned against your chest as you carried him towards the infirmary. 
“Roku, this will hurt a lot, but it’s needed. Sensei will be gentle, okay?” 
He took a deep breath as you cleaned his wounds with care and gentleness. You tried to be quick and careful of his injuries to prevent any infections. Now, there are a bunch of calls that you have to make. 
But before that, you need to hear from Roku first. 
“Roku-kun, can you tell sensei how you got into a fight with your friends? Did they say anything?” He gingerly climbs into your lap, and you wrap your arms around him carefully. 
“Mama. They said I don’t have a mama, And they started to push me around….” 
Kids are brutal. 
“Okay, I will call your dad to come and pick you up early.” You got up to get one of your colleagues to call for his father, but Roku holds on to your shirt and his big doe eyes well up with tears. 
“Don’t go….” 
It was as if any moment that you were nearing the door, he would burst out in tears. 
“Okay, Roku. Don’t cry. I’ll stay here with you. Let's wait here until your papa comes, okay?” 
Sakusa was the last to arrive, and when he did, his icy and quiet demeanour intimidated the other parents. 
Before his arrival, they were badmouthing how a single dad like him could bring up a child properly. You covered Roku’s ears and were ready to shut their mouths down, but Sakusa arrived. 
His presence immediately shuts the parents of the kids that injured his son. 
“I just need an apology from both the parents and kids.” He said and brought Roku outside of the office.
They were about to retort, but you butt in. 
“Your kids came out unharmed but look at Roku. He skinned his knees and elbow. Do you have anything else to say?” 
Jaws dropped, both the parents and your colleagues. You were known to be polite and soft-spoken; for you to get angry and talk back to the students’ parents was a first. 
“Sakusa-san! On behalf of the academy, I apologise for letting this happen and getting Roku injured.” You apologised with a deep bow. 
“You don’t have to apologise. I expect one from their parents and the kids themselves. Besides, Roku also agrees with me, right?” The little boy in his father’s arms nodded his head. 
“Alright, Roku, rest well at home. Sensei will see you tomorrow!” You gently ruffled his head and were about to head in back, but he called for you. 
Roku limped towards you, and you squat down to his height. 
“Thank you, mama! Papa has a crush on you!” He whispered the last part. 
Your cheeks turned bright red, and you ran back into the school. 
Sakusa was slightly confused by your actions. 
“Roku, what did you tell your sensei? Why did you call your teacher ‘mama’?” He held Roku in his arms again as they walked toward his car. 
“Secret, cannot tell. Hehehe!” 
Kids and their secrets. Sakusa shakes his head in disbelief and buckles Roku into the child seat.
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Part 2 — here!
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This has been put off for a long time but there will be a second part! I don't know when that's going to come out but there will be one. Hope you guys are doing fine and I am still struggling to use the wonky editor.
Stay safe and take care!
With love,
Rosalie🍓
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wonderorange · 2 months ago
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One more exbf!sakusa i beg of you 🥺
But also you don't have to no pressure:)
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pairing: sakusa x reader
warnings: female reader, cheating, slight angst, explicit content
a/n: anon, thank you for giving me a reason to churn out this 1.8k monstrosity.
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"wait, hold the door please!" you call out, in hopes that the tall man who had just entered the elevator was a good person, who would help a fellow human being out.
you were late, very late. you and your boyfriend had agreed to meet at his apartment nearly 45 minutes ago, but fate had other plans- and there you were, running to catch the elevator of his absurdly posh building, soaked from head to toe, and in possession of a very dead phone.
you and him had been dating for nearly a month, and had faced your first major fight a couple of days ago. both of you were stubborn creatures, but you had decided to swallow your pride first and apologize- which had led to him asking you to come over for what he said was, quote, 'dinner and make-up sex'.
well, you certainly weren't dating him for his classiness.
"thank you," you sigh, stepping into the elevator as the man lowers his hand from the doorway.
"floor 24 please," you murmur, ruffling through your bag in hopes of finding a handkerchief or a pack of tissues- something to at least wipe your face with.
finding nothing, you resort to using the sleeve of the sweatshirt you had haphazardly thrown on that morning.
"here," a low, smooth voice reaches your ears and a pale hand extends a handkerchief to you.
"thank y-" and whatever you were going to say is immediately forgotten as you finally, look up at the stranger beside you.
sakusa kiyoomi hasn't changed at all since you last saw him, a year ago. inky curls fall over one side of his forehead, leaving his twin moles exposed. obsidian eyes stare sharply, the rest of his face covered by his usual black surgical mask. your eyes roam, taking in the soft black t-shirt which stretches over his broad shoulders, muscled arms leading to pale fingers- with a single black ring adorning his middle one. he's holding a dripping umbrella in one hand, his other still extended towards you.
you stand gaping as he raises a single eyebrow.
"no? alright then."
he puts the handkerchief back into the pocket of his joggers as you finally find your voice again.
"uhm, i- uh long- long time no see kiyo- i mean, sakusa ," you say, internally cringing as soon the words are out. are those really the right words to say to the man whose heart you broke over 12 months ago?
"yeah, long time," he says, eyes trained on the doors in front of him.
you fidget with the sleeve of your hoodie, before taking a deep breath (which you immediately regret as the scent of his familiar cologne invades your senses), " what brings you here? like this building, not this elevator- because you know elevators really only have one purpose and all- not that i'm saying you can't be here, in this building i mean, not the elevator and um," you ramble, willing the elevator to go faster.
floor 9 stares back at you.
" i live here now," he cuts you short, as your heart drops.
what are the fucking chances that your ex and your current live in the same building? your luck must truly be abysmal.
"and you? why are you here?"
" i'm here to visit my uh my friend," you choke out, as floor 12 passes.
however, before either of you can say anything more, the elevator jerks and with a loud screech- comes to a stop.
your blood runs cold as every story of elevator related death floods into your brain, heartbeat tripling instantly.
beside you sakusa curses, urgently pressing the alarm button.
there's a static noise before an automated voice rings out, "your call has been put on hold, kindly wait for service."
he curses again, sighing and looking up at the mirrored ceiling.
meanwhile your hands have gone cold and icy dread courses through your veins.
"sakusa, m-maybe we should lie down on the floor, it's the best chance of surviving we-"
"on the dirty floor? no thank you," he scoffs, dark eyes still trained on the doors in front of him.
" it's the best chance of-"
"no."
"but what if-"
"no."
your temper flares, as you snap, grabbing his elbow and turning him, "would you at least look at me!"
shock fills his eyes as he finally meets yours', wrenching his arm away.
"what is wrong with you? do you not realize we might die here?"
"what's wrong with me? you're the crazy person grabbing strangers and yelling at them!"
"strangers? is that what we are? strangers?" you yell back, the urge to strangle him growing stronger.
" you don't get to stand there and act like you didn't walk out of our 3 year relationship, just because you were too scared of what came next. so forgive me if i assumed we're nothing more than strangers," he growls, stepping forward and crowding you against the mirrored wall of the elevator. " why don't you tell me who you're really visiting here. he's not just a friend, is he?"
you lift your head to look at him, startled by the sudden change in topic.
"what are you even talking about?"
his umbrella drops with a thud as he presses a hand beside your head, leaning down even further. your bodies are pressed against each other, your nerves on fire.
"what is he? a fuckbuddy? a fling? a one night stand?"
"sakusa you're not making any-" your voice is cut off as he unhooks his mask in a fluid motion, and drops his face into the junction between your neck and shoulder, warm, minty breath fanning across your neck.
"your perfume," comes his muffled reply. "you only wear this when you know you're going to be fucked."
your head falls against the mirror, exposing more of your neck to him, as he continues to nuzzle into it.
"so what is he?"
"my boyfriend," you whisper, reaching out to press his face further into you.
sakusa freezes, before lifting his head to look straight at you, his nose brushing yours.
"you came to be fucked by your boyfriend," he says slowly, " wearing my fucking sweatshirt? you're really a whore, aren't you?"
your eyes widen in realization, hand reaching up to brush against the msby, 15 you knew to be stitched on your left breast.
"i wasn't thinking when i-" you break off, cursing yourself for being weak and not getting rid of his sweatshirts months ago.
he tongues his cheek, straightening up.
"right. well-"
you're the one who cuts him off this time, pulling him back towards you.
"kiyoomi, please," you whine, wanting him back in your arms, "it's been so long-"
and he's moving, hands gripping your waist, lifting you up as your legs wrap around his waist, then his lips are on yours- warmth, soft and achingly familiar.
"kiyoomi," you whimper against his lips, as the both of you pant, eyes locked on each other.
"tell me to stop. please tell me to stop, you- you have a boyfriend," he gasps, hands tightening on your waist
"no, no! don't you dare stop," you moan, and the both of you clash again, fire against fire.
your mouth opens as his tongue licks against yours, your hands gripping his hair. his hands slip under your sweatshirt, skimming your sides to palm at your breasts, nipples hardening against his thumbs.
"such. a. slut." he groans, pressing his erection against your center, "you've got a man waiting for you, but here you are- writhing desperately for me. tell me, does he fuck you like i did? can he make you come with only two fingers? does he know what a dirty, little whore you are? hmm, does he?
you moan, wanting to feel him again, wanting him in you again.
"please, kiyo please, i want you,"
" really? on your knees then."
you drop immediately, hands scrambling for the waistband of his joggers, pulling them down and palming him. you press an open mouthed kiss against his flushed tip, before opening wider and taking him in. sakusa groans, his hand gripping your hair, the other cupping your cheek.
"look at me, baby. look at who, you're on your knees for."
you peer up at him, tears clinging to your lashes as you struggle to take him further, rubbing your thighs for some much needed friction.
"are you wet?" he coos, "wet by just sucking my cock? you really are cock hungry whore."
you moan against him, slipping one hand into your panties to rub against your clit.
suddenly he's gripping the back of your head and thrusting, using your throat as his personal cock sleeve, letting out a strangled moan as he chases his high. tears fall across your cheeks as you brace your palms against his muscled thighs- and he's coming, hot and slightly salty, down your throat.
he pants as you pull off, pressing his thumb against your lip- smirking as you open your mouth.
"good girl, you swallowed it all. you deserve a reward, don't you?"
he pulls you up and braces you against the railing, moving down and propping your leg up on his shoulder. you shudder as he lifts your skirt, tucking it against your waistband, leaving you exposed.
you whine as he lightly drags his lips across your folds, and gasp as he licks them, without taking your panties off.
"so wet, you're soaked," he mumbles before pushing the seat of your panties aside and sucking directly on your clit. your mind goes blank as he continues this, every cell in your body solely focused on reaching your peak.
"kiyoomi, i'm close, so close," you stutter brokenly as he speeds up, and you're almost there-
and the same static permeates the air, as the elevator jerks again- and starts moving.
"sorry for the inconvenience," the voice crackles, and stops. you glance at the door- floor 18 goes by.
you both spring apart, you straightening your skirt, him putting his mask back on.
the elevator dings and the doors slide open on floor 21.
"i'm going," he says, rushing out before you can get a word in.
you sigh and scrub one hand across your face, shocked at what happened and still very aroused.
you get off on floor 24 and lean against the wall, fidgeting with the hem of your sweatshirt.
sighing once more, you turn towards the stairwell, preparing yourself for the long walk down. you reach to open the door, only for it to be yanked back.
" one, one more kiss can't hurt," sakusa begs, standing in the doorway.
and you're falling again, pushing him through and letting the door close.
"your apartment is on the 21st floor, right?"
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kithsunaa · 3 months ago
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a white lie | s.kiyoomi x f!reader (unedited)
Sakusa Kiyoomi was no liar, but for you... never will he hesitate to break his character at the expense of loving you. 
this was supposed to be a multi character post, but it screamed Sakusa Kiyoomi at me too much that I switched it over to him. I’ll have another multi character piece out soon, since I haven’t done one in awhile ( : hope everyone is having a good day!! 
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Taking you from behind, inching deep into your warm delicate walls as the soft movements of his hips correlated to the lewd moans leaving your lips. Gently grasping your face from behind to place his lips swiftly upon yours, muffling your moans and stifling your cries. Pulling away to occasionally lock eyes as he tugged on your lower lips — his silent signal asking if you were okay.
The room is hot, drenched in the incense of lust and love, filled with the desperate desire to be a pleasing vessel of ecstasy for the other — to feel connected, loved, treasured, honored… to feel intimately close that it hurt to be apart.
To simply love.
To Sakusa Kiyoomi, love was pure. It was honest and raw. It was an aspect of himself that he treasured and saved just for these precious, secret moments that he could solely give to you — a present that no other person can witness.
Sakusa Kiyoomi was no liar.
Slowly attempting to bottom out by taking it slow, moving his hips in pacing waves to stretch you out and ease out the tension in your hips. He’ll kiss the lining of your back, peppering your shoulder blades with light kisses, oftentimes resorting to leaving small bites on your shoulders when the urge to simply fuck you senseless blinded him from his self-restraint to not rut into you like a rabid dog when your pussy was just so good — simply perfect and divinely made just for him — his religion and faith, purely golden in his belief.
He’ll shush your whimpers as he held you tenderly in his arms when the stretching of his cock, and him entering inches far too deep was becoming too much for you to handle.
“You’re doing so well… shhh.. It’s okay, I got you. Just relax for me angel hah fuck I-I’ll do the work,” Kiyoomi muttered softly while pulsing in but yet his grip was deadly on your soft mounds.
And leaning over your bent frame, he’ll whisper straight into your ear as his hot breath permeated your senses, where the sound of his kisses infiltrated your mind causing you to go into a space of just you and him — hot, sweaty, passionate, exhausting.
“It’s almost in. Just a little more…” he promised.
But that was a lie — a blatant, harmless white lie.
Because once he’s managed to get his length secured in, Kiyoomi always pushed a bit more — to feel the pressure of your quivering walls around his cock, to see you gripping the sheets with your head pressed down and your plump ass shamelessly up as if your life depended upon it — depended solely upon him. He’ll stay put for just a moment to experience the warmth of your inner walls mesh perfectly with his cock as he kissed your back and ran his tongue against your skin as he lowered a hand down to rub circles around your hardened bud.
Immediately in response, your hand shot down to grip his wrists, having your fingers form crescents on his skin — the sensation too much to bear, but so intoxicatingly good to stop.
“Omi…I c-can’t… it’s too much… so full ngh..”
Running his warm tongue against your hot skin, kissing your trembling figure with his swollen lips, muttering in between each motion as he caught his breath while thrusting slowly in… oh so slowly in pace,
“Shhh… you can take it, you always do.” Traveling to your shoulder blades as the curls of this thick hair trailed behind your back, sticking against your skin as he adorned your body.
“I’ll take my time, trust me, baby?” He reassured while he pulled your grip away from his wrist, taking your hand under his larger palms to have you touch yourself as he guided your pace — rubbing small repeated circles around your clit, taking your fingers to run against your wet plump folds, while he kissed along your neck and nibbled on your soft earlobes. Where the sounds of his sweet groans and the random hitches of his breathing immediately caused a thick fiery knot to form in the pits of your stomach, causing your legs to shake and your hips to lock back in place.
Kiyoomi whispered once again into your ear, with his cheek smushed onto the side of your face, as his hands loosely wrapped around the base of your throat,
“I love you, I love you so fucking much,” struggling to breathe, huffing as his back curved in response to you suddenly clenching without notice, but his hand and cock still showed no signs of stopping.
“Fuck… baby if you clench like that .. I-I can’t last, relax for me,” he pleaded as he dragged his nails against your sweaty skin, his long pretty fingers making marks on your thighs.
Immediately pulling up with his back now straight, as if his patience was at its limit, with one of his legs parched up against your frame — allowing him to go even deeper. Calloused hands firmly grasping your buttocks as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, head leaning back with his hair handsomely pulled to reveal his forehead with two beautiful moles just above his eyebrow, with his balls squeezed against your wet skin as the panel of his stomach was beautifully flexed to showcase his hard work and dedication he put in just for you to admire and gawk over.
“baby… fuck h-hurry!” You mewled, feeling stuffed with his cock stretching you within.
And taking a gulp of his saliva that was pooled in his mouth, causing his Adam’s apple to bob as he groaned in the sensation of euphoria that traveled down his spine, raising goosebumps along his skin. He’ll slowly pull out, mouth prettily open in a delicate O, spreading your cheeks out wide to see the vicious fluid of your insides acting as a lubricant, stretching into a fine line of glistening white, coating his thick cock with your juices. He’ll watch your tight hole clench as he pulled out — desperately gripping tight around him that it was almost painful for him to continue. And he’ll watch again as his hip met at the split of your ass, watching your fat giggle at his force. 
so fucking pretty
“ nghh … Omi, please… s-stop teasing!”
“So tight… so so pretty,” he muttered to himself, mouth dry and totally oblivious to your desperation as he watched your other hole cutely pucker when he grazed his thumb against the skin — totally entranced as if nothing existed in this world around you both.
And at that moment, just when he pulled his hips back enough, where the tip of his head was just about to touch the heat of the room, he’ll quickly spring his hips straight through, clenching his ass to reach deep within your caverns, feeling every rivet and bump within you as the sound of wet flesh slapping against each other as it echoed within the humid room — firmly connecting you as one with him.
“Ahhh ngh!” was all you managed to get out as your body catapulted forward, using your arms for leverage as you were almost pushed to the headboard.
“oh god... fuuuuuuck...,” chest puffing as if he fought to gain breath…
… that was when you knew... he was fully in — inches deep and warmly embraced, brows furrowed with sweat trickling down his naked body, cock feverishly pistoling deep into you as he had you pinned under his frame, both of you a heated mess, fingers interlocked — never intending to let go.
Sakusa Kiyoomi was no liar.
But for you, he’ll succumb — a white lie will do no harm.
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moontsuki · 3 months ago
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Haikyuu boys saying something hurtful in an argument.
Feat. Atsumu, Sakusa
SLIGHT CURSING
Genre: Hurt/comfort
Part 1, Part 2
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Atsumu
He's cocky, and a tease and he knows it, but. He loves you, more than anything. He melts in your touch, and wouldn't want to loose you, he can't imagine a life without you.
But it was one of those days, the really shitty ones. So bad to the point when he was at practice, Kita told him to go home and take the night off, despite his protests he goes, he goes home to you. On the other hand, you were in your shared apartment trying to get some homework done so you could take a break from school and just relax.
You were tired of doing your work but knew it had to get done, procrastinating your priorities came common for you but somehow you got it done.
It was 5:30 and you were laying at your desk, pencil in hand, trying to study but you were being unproductive, while you were wallowing in boredom you heard the door open.
You slowly opened the door and shuffled to meet your boyfriends tired eyes. He dropped his bags at the door and kicked off his shoes. He looked like he had a rough day.
"Hey tsumie"
His response was short, it was a small "mm" which was not normal for him. He would usually say "there's ma pretty girl" or "hi angel" but you could tell he was tired, and you just wanted to take the weight off his shoulders.
You began to walk towards him, he was still standing at the front door, putting his keys away. His eyes met yours and began to soften. You grazed your hands against his tense broad shoulders, "Tough day i'm assuming?" He tensed up at the feeling, he normally would melt and that's how you knew... that something was off.
He shook you off and walked to the bedroom, you followed behind him. He sat down on your shared bed manspreading with shaking legs. Elbows resting on his thighs with his hands in front of him fiddling with his fingers. You slowly approached him and sat next to him, you put your hand on his thigh to give him reassurance that you were there for him stopping his movements.
"What happened love" you say in a comforting tone
"I dont want ta talk about it"
"Oh. Could I get you something to get your mind off of it?"
"no"
"Any food? I could go to the store and buy you some fatty tuna?"
"no" his tone growing in annoyance
"I could run you a bath?"
"No"
"What's wrong?"
"could ya just back off y/n" he said irritably
"No, please just tell me what's wrong so I can help" you plead
And with that, he snapped.
"can ya just shUT THE FUCK UP?!" you responded with "HEY listen. I know you've had a shitty day, but do NOT yell at me for just trying to care for you." That resulted into a small but hurtful argument..
"ALL YA DO IS SUFFOCATE ME!"
"IM SORRY THAT I CARE ABOUT YOU? MY ONLY GOAL WAS TO TAKE THE WEIGHT OFF YOUR SHOULDERS AND CARE FOR YOU!"
His tone got scarily quiet "Well look at ya now, adding onto ta problem... god ya just don't know when ta be quiet do ya? Have I ever hinted. that I don't need you? That you're easily replaceable?"
-A/n: That was unnecessary atsumu >:(
You felt small, and weak but said "Oh.? Replace me then" and with that, you left the room. Slamming the bedroom door behind you.
He didn't care that you left, but with your absence he had the time to think. To think about how poorly he treated you. How he hurt a person who's only goal was to make him happy and loved. He looks back at the moment you said those words before leaving the room, the look of hurt and disgust on your face. He goes to look for you, to apologize for how utterly wrong he was.
He leaves the room and you weren't there. He checked every room, and even under the couch. You were gone? Is that what you meant when you said "Replace me then." Why did he wait so long before looking for you? Sweat began to spike on his collar, and he began to feel weak.
He goes to call you, going to your contact name "Angel <3" hoping it wasn't too late. You declined the call. He calls again, another declined call. He started to panic, grabbing a coat and opening the door. And that's where he found you.
You were leaning against the door, hugging your knees. Not expecting the door to open you fall back. Now laying on the ground, red and teary eyes looking up at him. Atsumu was too stunned to speak. You quickly sit up and whisper "Im sorry, I really am. I just wanted to help.."
He crouches down and quickly embraces you in a tight hug. "Im so sorry my love." He pulls back to look at you, kissing away your tears. "Never in ma life do I want the fear of loosing ya again angel.."
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Sakusa
Sakusa and you both knew that you loved each other deeply. Though he showed his love for you differently, you knew he cared and loved you with all his heart. You knew how to love Omi, you respected his boundaries and personal space.
Very little people were allowed to get into his personal bubble, to be able to touch and hold him, one of those people being you. You were one of the exceptions, you were able to hold his hand when he would feel compromised by the people around him. You were able to hug him after a game and he wouldn't push you off, instead he would feel safe in the embrace of you.
Kiyoomi is not one to argue, he usually keeps his thoughts to himself unless you pry to know what he is feeling, and he loves you for that. But sometimes he has trouble expressing his feelings towards you.
Today was different, Omi had a shit day and just wanted to be alone. Usually when you are studying he would come and drop off a water and a snack and watch you work. But he didn't this time. You were in the library studying for your recently assigned test and there was no sight of kiyoomi.
You assumed that he was too tired and had to go to practice. So you decided that after your study session, you would go visit him at practice.
Kiyoomi was at practice and everything wasn't come to him easily. Today was a one of those days where he just wanted to be done. Frustration and irritation boiling in his heart.
Of course you didn't know this when you went to visit him, though you wished you did.
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You walked into the gym, and exclaimed excitedly "Hi Omi!" his eyes met yours and he quickly broke contact. His eyes were different today, they were dull it seemed. You took at seat at the bleachers and watched him practice. Your eyes followed him and you thought 'how did I get so lucky.'
After finishing practice, he grabbed a towel and began to wipe the sweat off of him. His teammates were doing the same, rehydrating and packing up nearby.
You graze your hands against his back and hug him from behind. He would usually ignore it or give you a peck on your nose but he stiffened and pushed you off him.
"Get the fuck off of me y/n"
His teammates eyes were now focused on the both of you. You quietly try to reason with him
"Omi? Is everything alright"
He starts to pack up his bag and ignores you
"The fuck does it look like, that I'm happy and everything's okay?"
You're confused on the random dick like behavior from him, he's usually cold but rarely ever an asshole.
"Omi? I just want to help, tell me what's wrong"
He begins to walk out the gym and you follow. You quickly say "just say the words and ill leave you alone." And he snapped, not in a scream but a quiet yell. Not too loud but loud enough to scare you.
"Just.." his tone gradually getting louder
"Leave me the fuck alone y/n, why do you always need so much attention. " he turns around with those words as it echo's around you. Fingers rubbing his temple with annoyance. He shouldn't have talked to you like that. He knew better, but why did he do it? He got irritated by the simplest thing, you were just trying to hug him.
He sees you, red of embarrassment with a face of pain and shock. The eyes of his teammates tracking him and you. "Hey.. I don-, I didn't mean to-" cutting him off with "you're so mean sometimes omi..."
When you look back at it, you should have stood up for yourself more. But, you felt like all eyes were on you and just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.
You left the gym, pushing past Kiyoomi while his teammates watched you leave. He just looked at the ground in disappointment in himself, he snaps out of his thinking and realizes the weight of the situation.
He drops his bags and runs after you, you were walking home, tears in your eyes and embarrassed from what had just happened. You were half way down the street and he was running to catch up to you.
From running behind you, he heard sniffles that broke his heart. He reaches for your hand and turns you around, trying to make eye contact with your teary eyes.
You tense up at the feeling, and pull your hand away. "Everything's alright, just-just go." you say.
"Stop it, please look at me." slowly reaching for your chin and lifting it up to look at your eyes. The eyes that always showed so much love and adoration for him, were now teary and hurt.
Now standing in silence, he slowly brushes your tears away with his thumb. After what felt like forever he spoke, "I have no reason to justify my actions..." He stopped, and spoke again now looking into your eyes. "I should have never spoken to you like that, none the less yell at you.. Despite my boundaries, I will only melt in the embrace of you." I thought he would stop there but unexpectedly he pulls me into a tight warm embrace continuing "I love you, with all my heart."
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kentolove · 2 months ago
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He thinks of your kisses often.
The sweet ones, the bitter ones, the passionate ones. All embraces of love that fall from your lips and show him just how much you care. How much you love him, and all the years you’ve spent dedicated to him.
But his favourite will always be your first.
When he was far too shy to profess his love with words, so he used his lips to say what his tongue couldn’t.
Sakusa had never been a courageous man. With words of doubt that littered his mind, he had never been one to fully and honestly declare love.
Until you.
Until your shy glances and nervous hugs, he had never known the satisfaction of loving another soul.
Maybe that’s why he fell so hard. Asked you on a date only after a week of knowing you—something so uncharacteristically him that all his friends had their doubts of his intentions.
Made a show of your first date, steps into the outdoors that has always made him shiver in discomfort. But he pushed it all aside and planned a classic picnic with all his favourite foods.
(He was far too shy to ask what your favourite foods were [since when does he get shy?], so he simply made all his favourites and hoped and prayed you liked them, too.)
And maybe prayers do work, after all, for nothing could erase the small smile on his face as he watches you eat. The unwavering smile that is plastered on his features won’t leave, despite his various attempts. (His heart grows with each bite you take.)
You thank him with a small smile on your face and a nervous stance.
“Thank you, Sakusa,” your voice is small, “I had a lot of fun today.”
“I told you to call me Kiyoomi,” he says, stern and strong.
“Right,” there’s that pretty smile he loves so much, “Kiyoomi.”
And his smile mirrors yours, only his is slightly bigger. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Of course you will.”
You wave him goodbye, and he feels a pain in his chest. He longs for your company, to relish in your vibrant presence. He wishes he asked if you wanted to stay a bit longer, bask in the sun and watch all that happens around you.
He finds himself calling for your name before he can stop himself, walking towards you and capturing you in a warm embrace.
With his arms around you, his lips soon find a home on yours. Soft, delicate, and so right. He feels no sparks, but his heart feels like it’s spinning. Revolving and orbiting around the sun that is you, the light of his life.
And he blooms in that light, flourishes under you.
He pulls away with his eyes closed and his arms still on you.
“What was that about?”
He’s breathless, “just wanted to give you a proper goodbye.”
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omi-boshi · 4 months ago
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just in love with the idea of omi being so starved for physical affection underneath all that prickliness. think of omi who wouldn't want to get out of bed for his daily runs until he gets his fill of early morning cuddles.
omi who shoots straight up from the bed when he feels the other side has gone cold and, in a sleepy haze, makes a beeline to the kitchen just to drape himself on top of you while you cook and almost falls back asleep just from having the warmth back in his arms again.
omi who gets all pouty and grumpy when he doesn't get peppered with kisses before he leaves for practice. omi who pouts even more when every inch of his face gets kissed except for the moles on his forehead and he would quietly look into your eyes until he eventually murmurs, "you missed a spot."
omi who insists on holding hands with you when you're out in the city. omi who takes faster showers after games when he knows you were watching just so he can hug and kiss you quicker. omi who pulls you on to his lap while you do something so he can hook his chin over your shoulder and either press kisses on your skin or do his own thing.
omi who likes fiddling with your hands whenever he can - when you're telling him about your day, when you're waiting for your food during a date at a restaurant, when you're watching a movie, during bus rides and plane rides, whenever.
omi who likes giving kisses so much it's almost a reflex to do it whenever he sees you. he passes by you in the hallway after a shower and pulls you close to him for a quick kiss on the forehead. he watches replays of his games and grabs your hand to absentmindedly press a kiss to the back of it, eyes still focused on the screen. omi giving kisses to your nape while cuddling in bed, his lips vibrating on your skin when he hums in acknowledgment to the story you're sharing.
omi who wordlessly pulls you to him when he sees you cringing when you move a certain way and massages your back. he never asks you to do it for him when practice is particularly hard on that day and he's a little worse for wear but the tender look he sends you when you do never goes unnoticed by you (he also kisses you on the nose and the corner of your lips when you finish, a silent thanks.)
just... omi who isn't so good at words but always makes sure that you know he loves you through his clinginess, his soft touches and even softer kisses.
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hanmas · 4 months ago
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𝟏:𝟓𝟔 𝐀𝐌 | 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈.
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“omi, hey! omi,” you nudge sakusa with your hand. he stirs in his sleep, blinking as his sleep hazed eyes open one by one to meet yours.
“huh?” he rubs a hand over his eyes and groans, and the sight of his tousled hair and puffy cheeks makes your heart beat a mile a minute.
“i’m sorry,” you mumble, looking down. he stares at you like that for a moment, propped up on his elbows as he registers your words—and why you’ve said them.
sakusa promptly turns to face away from you, greeting you with the sight of his bare back.
“hmph,” he huffs, and you pout, shaking his shoulder to gather his attention once more. by now, you’ve learned sakusa kiyoomi is a very stubborn person.
and sure, you had yelled at him rather harshly for asking you a harmless question, but you were in a bad mood.
he should’ve known that, he’s your boyfriend after all.
“omi,” you whine, shoving his shoulder yet again, putting a little more force into it than last time. he pays you no mind, and you all but throw a temper tantrum at the lack of attention from him.
“that’s kiyoomi to you,” he mumbles.
yeah, you think, it seems he’s still mad.
you were really hoping he wouldn’t be—the second he’d grabbed his pillow and stomped off to the guest room, you’d known you’d gone to far, but the words had slipped before you could stop them from spewing.
but if there’s one thing you know, it’s that you and sakusa are cut from the same stone, and you know him better than you know yourself.
you know he won’t be mad for long.
“omi, said i was sorry,” you pout—and if he’d seen the sight, he’d have given in, you’re sure of it. you curse him for facing his back to you.
smart bastard, you think. he’s done it on purpose.
“well, i never said it was okay. it’s not nice to be rude to your boyfriend after a long day. especially when he simply asked what you wanted for dinner.”
“i know,” you murmur. “that’s why i’m here to apologize.”
“well, too bad. he’s not here,” sakusa says through his own heavy pout, laying on his side with his arms crossed. your hand runs softly over his back, and the hurt feelings from before completely dissipate. you hold that power over him.
“can you tell him for me then?” you grin slightly, making him shrug.
“i don’t know, you don’t really deserve to leave him a message.”
“aww, come on,” you whine, leaning down and placing your chin on his shoulder, hand finding it’s way to rub over his bare abs now. they flex under your touch. “he’s got a soft spot for me, i know he does. he’ll listen to the message.” it’s silent for a bit.
“fine, i’ll tell him,” sakusa mumbles eventually. grinning, you press a soft kiss to his neck.
“well, tell him i love him, first of all. i didn’t get a chance to tell him that before bed. and then tell him i’m sorry, and that i was wrong. i shouldn’t have snapped at my boyfriend after a long day. especially after he simply asked what i wanted for dinner.” sakusa grumbles something under his breath, and it sounds awfully close to ‘not good enough’. you roll your eyes at his stubbornness. “and tell him that he’s handsome—the handsomest. and that the bed’s cold without him,” you mumble the last part softly.
and quietly, he sighs, and you know he’s not mad anymore just from the sound alone.
“he’s asking if you’re gonna make it up to him.”
“i think i can think of a few ways,” you giggle, and a small grin spreads across sakusa’s face, a soft, boyish chuckle of his own ringing through the room.
he turns, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. he’s warm, and his arms instantly make your eyes feel slightly heavy—sleeping without sakusa by your side is probably your least favorite experience, as evident from your tossing and turning all night.
“you were really mean to me,” he pouts.
“oh, look who’s back,” you tease, poking the tip of his nose. “and i know, i’m sorry baby. i’ll try to be less snappy next time.” tilting your head up, you press a delicate kiss to his jaw.
“and you call me grumpy,” he says—and of course, it’s in a grumpy tone, but you decide not to point it out.
“well, in my defense, you should’ve known i was in a bad mood. that’s your job as my boyfriend.”
“i didn’t sign up to be a mind reader,” he rolls his eyes. and just like every night, sakusa carefully pulls the covers over your body, making sure you’re carefully tucked in before pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. you smile, a wave of emotion hitting you at his actions.
loving him is so easy, and you can’t imagine ever stopping.
“hey, you never said i love you back,” you pout, poking his chest. he swats your hand away, closing his eyes and tugging you closer.
“go to sleep,” he grumbles. and, with pure fondness and a soft tone he reserves only for you, he mumbles out, “i love you too. jerk.”
it’s a shame the pettiness holds no exceptions for even you, however.
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tsukishumai · 4 months ago
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nuisance.
pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x gn!reader
wc: 2k
tags: fluff, manager!reader
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
Sakusa has heard it once, he didn’t need to hear it a thousand more times.
It’s been repeated to him often enough that it was now indoctrinated into his own self-image – a seed planted into the soil of his psyche, and watered by every off-handed comment about his mannerisms from strangers that hardly knew his name until he’d accepted it as a part of him just as much as his limbs.
Sakusa Kiyoomi was… difficult.
His family often referred to him as “fussy”, countless stories repeated back to him about his childhood days of only drinking his milk if it’s been heated up to exactly thirty seven degrees, or refusing to leave the house unless he was wearing his mask. He didn’t like it when his mother forced him to hug his relatives, and family dinners outside of the home could only happen if he was the one that chose the restaurant.
He didn’t really think this made him difficult … he was just a little particular.
That’s what he believed throughout the preamble of his adolescence, convinced that the dramatics lied in others, and not him.
But the reputation he had inadvertently garnered during his academic years had only served to prove his issues.
He didn’t have a lot of friends, the closest one to him being his own cousin — not that he really minded. He found nothing wrong with choosing to focus on his passions instead, even if it meant eating his lunches alone in class.
Unapproachable, is what Komori had called him, and Sakusa was finding it difficult not to be offended. Sure, he knew he wasn’t the friendliest, but he certainly doesn’t remember ever being uninviting.
Though, there was a rumor that spread throughout his second year that he was afraid of germs after he had spent seventeen minutes chewing out a first year for leaving the bathroom without washing his hands. He admittedly kind of liked the thought, and never bothered to correct anyone about it.
And, yes, he’d be the first one to click his tongue at the girls screaming in the hallways at seven in the morning. He wasn’t afraid to loudly shush at those speaking louder than they ought to in the library, and he’d clear his throat a little forcefully whenever there was a crowd blocking the doorways.
But how does that make him the rude one?
He didn’t understand it, but he had heard it so many times, so he figured it must be true.
“I can never really tell what you’re thinking,” Atsumu had admitted to him once, tipsy from the three cocktails he drank too fast, excited about Sakusa finally joining one of their ‘boy’s night out’.
Atsumu, Hinata, Bokuto were reminiscing about their high school days, laughing at the days when all four of them were battling it out in separate courts, far from the games they now shared behind the same net.
Sakusa had begrudgingly admitted that his teenage self didn’t have nearly as much as the other three did, and Atsumu was much too quick to throw in his two cents.
“I dunno if you like something, or if you hate it,” he slurred out, sloshing his drink when he points a sticky finger at Sakusa, “I can’t tell when you’re joking or what… It’s always a hit or miss with you! It’s unsettling.”
Unsettling. That was a new one.
You had been the third person in four months hired to manage the MSBY Black Jackals.
“Be nice to this one, Omi,” Bokuto mumbled to him during team introductions, and it had struck a nerve somewhere deep within Sakusa. There was a sort of implication that Sakusa was trying to be unkind, that his actions were spiteful in nature, but that wasn’t the case.
He didn’t know he had been a problem in the first place.
At the end of your first week, nearly the entire team had practically forced you to let them treat you to dinner – an official welcome into the deranged business known as the MSBY Black Jackal’s franchise. You had done well so far, all things considered. Sakusa knew from first hand experience that his teammates were not the easiest to get along with, but you seemed to be able to handle all of them with easy grace.
Sakusa hasn’t even had to complain about you once, and this was a fact that was quickly brought into the spotlight by the rest of the table.
“You should have seen the look on Omi’s face when Fujikawa-san scheduled him for an entire spread on GQ,” Bokuto nudged your shoulder, Sakusa cringing both at the mention of the old manager and at the force of which you flew to the side, “He nearly had an aneurysm right then and there!”
“You know what an aneurysm is?” Sakusa says coolly from above the rim of his beer, eyes slipping closed as he sipped and ignored Bokuto’s whining.
“That’s nothing,” Meian laughed, “Remember when Sakiyama-kun forgot to tell Sakusa that they were filming interviews in the locker room? That was the first time I ever heard him actually snap at someone.”
“At least it wasn’t directed at you,” Hinata groaned, dropping his forehead down onto the table, “When I first joined, he…”
The floodgates had been opened then, and if Sakusa had heard it once, he'd heard it a thousand times before.
When I first met Sakusa-san, I thought he was terrifying!
Be careful what you say around Omi, he can be a little grouchy sometimes.
Don’t worry about Sakusa-senpai, he likes to be difficult with everyone.
Omi-omi freaks me out, I never know what’s going on in his head!
Sakusa doesn’t enjoy being troublesome, he doesn’t like to be seen as strict and accommodating. He just likes things the way he likes them.
“I don’t think Sakusa-san is all that difficult,” you chuckled, “Maybe you guys are just having a hard time understanding him?”
You laugh out loud at the collective groan around the table, throwing your hands up in defense as everyone continues to try and prove you wrong. The desperate defamation of his character at the hands of the people he spends nearly all his time with should probably peeve him a little bit more than it does.
But you had stopped for a moment, and gave him a cheesy grin that lasted only for a blink, and for the first time in his life, Sakusa chased after the fleeting thought that maybe it wouldn’t kill him to be a little more agreeable.
He had kept this philosophy swimming somewhere in the back of his mind, and over the next few weeks, Sakusa could slowly feel a turn of the tide.
He no longer had to hunt down the janitor of the stadium every morning to open up the gym, always finding the door unlocked with a towel ready in his locker. He’d come back to a single banana and a bottle of that kombucha he absolutely hated but can’t seem to stop drinking placed innocently on top of his gym bag, and a note with a smiley face that didn’t need a signature for him to know who it’s from.
He was always placed in conference panels next to Atsumu and Bokuto, the two always eager to answer enough questions for Sakusa to avoid speaking too much into the mic. His training sessions were scheduled a half hour before everyone else’s, always giving him enough time to finish and get into the shower before the last black jackal could even step foot into the weight room.
The irritation he usually felt hiding beneath the surface of his demeanor had disappeared, and for some reason his coworkers all started speaking to him more. We
His life began to move forward as effortlessly as a well oiled machine, and it really didn’t take much for him to figure out why.
And it wasn’t as if you were giving him any special treatment. He knows you drive to the convenience store twenty minutes past the stadium because it’s the only one that carries Hinata’s favorite sport drink. You’ve shown him the dozens of fake twitter accounts you’ve made to tweet Bokuto good luck before every game. You make sure to steam Atsumu’s entire uniform before each game because a single wrinkle can throw him off the edge.
He sees you.
He was glad now for the part of him that Atsumu had found unsettling.
Because he wouldn’t want them to understand why he’s suddenly bringing an iced green tea with honey to work every morning and bringing it directly into the back offices. He doesn’t need Atsumu to figure out the reason why he started packing extra bentos for practice after seeing you work through lunch one too many times.
He allows them to think he stays later after games so he could have the locker room to himself, because that’s the way Sakusa’s always been, right? He’s gotta have things his way, or no way. And it definitely wasn’t because he wanted to wait for you to finish your work, and wanted to be the one to see you home safely.
He tells himself it’s simply out of kindness, to show his gratitude with what you’ve done. Who’s to take care of you after you’ve taken care of everyone else?
He wouldn’t mind if it was him.
He hopes you suffer from the same affliction as his teammates, unable to read the blank face hidden behind a plain white mask. He wouldn’t want you to think he likes the exasperated smile on your face when you see him waiting, or the excited hop in your step as you fall into pace with him. He doesn’t give away that he actually enjoys your ceaseless rambling, and that you never took offense to any of his teasing.
But something tells him that you understood anyway.
“Can you believe it’s been six months already?” You mentioned, sticking your hands deep into the pocket of your coat. Your steps were slow, feet dragging behind in a pace that Sakusa was more than willing to indulge.
He shook his head because no, he could hardly believe it’s only been six months, because he could hardly remember what his life was like before you walked in it.
But he doesn’t say that. Instead, he says, “We should celebrate.”
Your eyes brighten up at him with excitement, clapping your hands together with a big smile.
“Yay, let’s celebrate!” You cheer with a little pump of your fist, and Sakusa could feel the corners of his lips tug up into a smile.
“We should invite Shoyo and Atsumu, and the rest of the team! The karaoke bar down the street is open late, they’ll love that,” you say with such enthusiasm, Sakusa felt guilty for how fast his smile dropped to the ground.
He was thankful enough the mask on his face managed to hide his idiotic smile, but he was even more grateful now for covering his disappointment. He continued to follow the length of your strides, silently walking you to the train station just as he’s done in the past.
He doesn’t say much else, simply nodding in agreement. Honestly, he should have known you’d think that’s what he meant. It would only be natural to celebrate a milestone like this with the rest of your coworkers, wouldn’t it? He was too presumptuous to think you’d want to be alone with him. God, he was starting to feel like a real idio—
“Jeez, no need to act so gloomy,” your voice cuts through his thoughts like a scalpel, and he turns to see you snickering into your palm, “I was just joking!”
He doesn’t know what to say, so he says nothing, blinking down at you confusedly as you roll your eyes.
“I won’t invite anyone else. We can celebrate, just us two,” you smile, reaching up to ruffle your fingers through the tufts of his curls, “Gosh, you’re so easy to read, Kiyoomi.”
He tugs his mask up higher on the bridge of his nose, praying to God you don’t see how much he enjoyed that.
But the soft smile on your face tells him you do, and maybe Sakusa likes that.
Because with you, Sakusa Kiyoomi felt easy.
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
a/n: this was supposed to be a drabble
rbs v appreciated <3
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strawberrykake · a month ago
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awkward hq boys first time trying to cheer up their manager
Ushijima, Kageyama, Sakusa || manager!reader
warnings: cursing, slight angst, fluff
notes: Reader is the club’s manager, kinda went overboard with each of them (long reading GLHF), all takes place in the gym, relationships are up for interpretation!!
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your (now ex) boyfriend had broken up with you over text
it was so sudden
and the timing was AWFUL
because you were about to have a little meeting with the team at the gym
Where you always needed to be focused on taking notes for what the team needs
There is no space for distraction. Nationals is soon
Sniffing away snot and wiping tears away from your face, you stand up straight and walk into the gym, a clipboard in your hand
As usual, you were one of the first to arrive
And as usual, the captain of the vb club sits at on the second row of the bleachers changing his shoes
Before you could leave to find some space to recollect yourself, Ushijima calls you over
He probably heard your loud squeaky shoes sliding against the floor when your turned to leave
“[Y/N]-chan,” his voice fills the silent gym.
You clear your throat before sending a big smile. “Hey, Ushijima-san!”
Walking over, you wave at him. “Can I help you with something?”
“I know the meeting hasn’t started yet, but I wanted to ask you to—” he pauses mid-sentence when his eyes found yours.
Your heart rises a little, feeling anxious
Oh no. Did he notice?
“Um,” he starts. “Are you alright?”
fuck, he did.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” You say, nonchalantly. You made sure there is no hint of emotion in your voice, although, in doing so, it almost came off rude.
“Ok, then,” Ushijima says, hesitating. “Well, as I was saying…”
You tried your best to focus
But his question rings in your head over and over again
Are you alright?
It is enough to have you burst into tears once again
Those tears quickly escalate and your shoulders start to shake as you drop, squatting on the floor
You begin to cry quietly into the palm of your free hand, the other clutching the clipboard tightly to your chest
It makes his eyes widen and mouth slightly part in surprise
He jumps over the bleachers and squats down beside you
“I-if that’s too much to ask for, then I apologize. You don’t need to find other managers! I-I’m sorry if that offended you. You’re a great manager. We’re all grateful for all the work that you do for us.” Ushijima scratches his head, unsure if what to say next as you try to muffle cries in your hand.
He gives you a moment to calm yourself, awkwardly patting your shoulder.
He wishes he could think of a way to make you stop crying but other than giving you pats, he’s out of ideas
You shake your head, letting out a small “no”, sniffing a bit
Pulling his hand away, he continues to wait for more from you.
You finally speak up after wiping your face again, but your eyes remain toward the ground
“Sorry, it’s just…My boyfriend just broke up with me. And I guess I’m being too emotional right now. I think your idea is great. I will keep that in mind,” you say, before wiping your eyes w the back of your hand on again, and standing up.
He quickly stands up, mirroring your actions
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks quietly, eyes still never leaving your puffy ones.
“Um…” you think about it for a second. “No, but thank you though. P-please excuse me for a minute.” You walk to the bathroom to wash your face, leaving Ushijima alone on the bleachers again.
He paces back and forth, thinking what to do
Nothing comes to mind so he texts Tendou
His text: Tendou, [y/n] is crying. What do I do. Please answer ASAP. She’s in the bathroom right now and will return any minute.
Tendou: I’m almost there, just wait.
Ushijima taps his feet impatiently
When you return, he quickly freezes, facing you
The first thing he says: “could you help me gather the balls?”
He thought maybe having a duty will distract you from sad thoughts
During the meeting, he would steal glances at you, checking on you
For the rest of the day, he would do the same thing: ask you to do a favor
But never alone, he would join you in completing task
And make conversation while he’s at it
“Did you know that in 1996, beach volleyball became a part of the Olympics? Really cool.”
And by conversation, mostly him teaching you volleyball stuff
Sometimes would say stuff you already know like: “Can you believe no high school in our district can compete with us, so we have to compete against colleges or schools outside the Miyagi Prefecture?” he’d say while helping you mop up the gym floor
Even though it wasn’t his duty to mop today
But his absurd questions would literally make you start laughing
Like, why is he telling me all this stuff that I already know??
Sadness no longer lingers in your eyes
It makes Ushijima chuckle, proud to see you smile again
He knows what he’s saying is nonsense but if it gets you to smile again, he’ll keep doing it
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You stare at the grade you’ve got: 54 out of 100
Chemistry was not an easy class
You really tried but you probably just needed to study more
What made you extremely upset was the fact that you have As in every other class except this one
You just have to do better
but you always tell yourself this which makes you frustrated
It leaves your heart feeling heavy
You walk into the gym with heavy footsteps, shoulders drooped down
The sound of a ball bouncing against hardwood can be heard
You look up and see the familiar tall figure
Kageyama Tobio
He’s practicing his serves by himself, throwing a number of volleyballs over the net
He notices you and gives a slight nod, holding one volleyball to his chest
You send a smile and wave
He grunts before continuing his practice
You look back at your phone and scroll through your test answers provided by the teacher
When you notice a lot of minor mistake you made, you groaned
Really? I’m so stupid! OMG, you internally complain, giving yourself a facepalm
Being the perfectionist, this made you frustrated
To the point where you had to click your phone off, placing your head in your hands as you sat on the bench
Some tears threaten to escape
With your face hidden in your hands, you hear the sound of bouncing balls stop
Footsteps slowly approach you
and you hear a familiar deep voice:
“[Y/N], did Hitoka-chan and Kiyoko-san not come with you?” the setter asks, flipping the ball in his hand.
“Uhh, no,” you say, your voice croaking a bit. Your face doesn’t leave from your hands and it makes Kageyama concerned
“Uh, are you okay?” Kageyama asks, his eyebrow raised and confused by your current state
“I’m fine,” you answer. But when you start sniffing, he realizes that you were crying
He pauses, not knowing what to do.
After a minute of silence, you feel a presence sit next to you
A cough makes you jump a little
“Oh, s-sorry,” Kageyama mutters, looking over at your hunched figure.
“No, your good,” you say, quietly.
You clear your throat, filling the awkward silence that follows your words.
“Actually, I failed my Chem test. So…I guess, that’s why I’m feeling a bit down.”
“Huh,” he starts. “Do you like Chem?”
“Well, no.”
“Then, why take it?”
“Because, all the top students who took Biology took Chem the next year. I guess I wanted to fit in.”
When did this turn into a therapy session
“That’s interesting, considering the fact that you joined this club for the opposite reason, if i remember correctly?”
It’s true. None of your class friends were associated with the schools vb club, they weren’t interested in the “jock” stuff and only focused on academics
you, on the other hand, had some interest in volleyball and joined on a whim
that’s where you met the best people in your life, your best friends
“Yeah…” you respond. It leaves you thinking about certain things.
Kageyama huffs, getting up.
“Can you help me with some sets, before the others arrive?” He changes the subject, hoping to clear your mind.
“Sure.” You nod, getting up and wiping tears from your face.
“Oh, wait.” Kageyama rushes to his bag and pulls out some tissues. “Here.”
Your cheeks turn pink from embarrassment. “Thank you.”
“N-no problem,” he replies awkwardly.
And with that, you begin tossing the balls for him
He would usually ask Hinata to do this and would always complain at how Hinata’s throwing them
But he didn’t complain once with you
Even when you’d throw the ball under the net
You’d apologize and he’d wave his hand off, saying that it’s okay.
He probably assumed that you were having fun bc anything volleyball = fun
and honestly, it was a little fun
fun and satisfying to see how much Kageyama’s improved
And it got you to smile here and there
He silently celebrates when he finally sees you smile
That’s when other club members finally hop into the room
And you quickly turn into your usual “manager mode”, getting to work
Thanks to Kageyama, you feel more at ease
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It just happens to be one of those days
You had a lot on your plate
So much that you felt no motivation to complete your responsibilities
But the day must go on
After a long round of volleyball practice after school, it was finally time for a break
Everyone walks out of the gym to grab a small snack from the vending machine or converse with friends
Sakusa, on the other hand, remains on the court alone, doing some serves
Which leaves you two left in the gym
But no one seemed to notice as you both went along with your businesses
Feeling exhausted both physically and emotionally, you sit on the bleachers, leaning your back as you face at the walls, with a faraway look on your face
Thinking Sakusa wouldn’t notice your unusually apathetic state, since he’s always hyper-focused during practice, it surprises you when he walks over to you, concern filling his eyes
“You, ok?” Sakusa places a hand into his jacket pocket, the other hand was attached to a volleyball that was held against his hip
The voice startles you for a second, and reality hits you
“I don’t really know,” you say truthfully, sighing.
Sakusa hums, thinking
He slips off his jacket and places it neatly folded into his duffel.
“Be right back,” he mutters loud enough for you to hear, before walking away
You raise an eyebrow watching his back as he walks out the door
Ok then…
You weren’t very surprised by his odd behavior because that’s just how he is
After a couple minutes and few echoes of laughter from outside, he returns with a bottle of water, most likely from the vending machine
“Here.”
You look at the bottle and then back up at him. “Oh, need me to open it?” You take it, before he could answer, finding it easy to pop the lid.
“No, its yours.” He places his hands into his pockets as he takes a seat next to you. “I have my own right here.”
“Oh.” You look down at the bottle. “Thank you, Sakusa-kun.”
You take a huge gulp.
“If you were that thirsty, you should’ve brought your own jug,” he says bluntly.
“You’ve got a point.” He’s got a point.
He pauses for a sec. “Anyway, are you feeling a little better?” His eyes drift over to you.
In a way, his actions are really thoughtful
Simply just handing you something to drink, even though he doesn’t know the reason why you’re feeling down
He was never one to be good at consoling a friend with their words
But little acts of care like these
“Well, definitely not thirsty anymore if that’s what you’re asking,” you say, chuckling.
“Hmm, I guess that is an improvement,” he smirks.
He feels a bit more at ease seeing your face light up.
Ooh, this is a new side of Sakusa. It’s interesting to see.
The fact that he stopped his practice, the hard-working Sakusa, just to give you some company was a shock.
If there’s one thing that everyone knows about Sakusa is that he hates being interrupted during practice
Once he starts something, he intends to complete the task, even if it’s time for a break
Yet, here he is, relaxing on the bleachers with you, chatting abt mundane things
I could use a break, anyway, is what he thinks in his head when he starts to relax.
In truth, he doesn’t mind having a chat with you
And seeing his manager/friend in low spirits puts a bad feeling in his stomach
Being the competitive, determined person he is, Sakusa will make sure that your mood is increased by at least 70% before the day is over.
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bbyatsumu · a month ago
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AS WE KNOW IT ─ Sakusa Kiyoomi.
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001. A trip to Brazil? Fantastic. A group vacation to visit Hinata Shōyō? Even better. But, that’s not your only plan for this trip - you’re insistent on learning how to touch a man, hoping that your best friend, Sakusa Kiyoomi, would teach you. 
However, you never anticipated falling in love with said best friend.
002. cw: smut (mdni), unprotected sex, cursing, fingering, mentions of alcohol and drinking, mentions of clubbing, slight love triangle (not really), thoughts of unrequited feelings (not really unrequited), slight size kink, slight corruption kink, reader is referred to as “girl and she”, so fem! reader
003. w/c: 12.7k (this is my magnum opus wow) | I simply adore this story. it’s a mishmash of some of my favorite tropes, and I sincerely hope you all enjoy it! I literally have spent weeks on this, and I’m truly truly so proud of it!!
tagging: @izu-fi​ @satorhime​ @atsumeii​
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Sakusa Kiyoomi wonders if he’s died and gone to hell.
Or, more appropriately, heaven.
He doesn’t exactly recall how his second night in Brazil ended up like this: you - his sweet, innocent best friend - standing in front of him, shyly pulling off your top as you face him.
“Teach me?” you ask, eyes wide and desperate as you corner Sakusa on his bed. His eyes are wide, leaning against the mattress with his legs spread a bit more hopeful than he would like to admit. At the sight of you in just a bra, a rushed feeling of adrenaline washes over his body in waves, causing his heart to pound furiously against his ribcage. His head swims and he swears that the room is spinning when you step closer to him, simultaneously knocking him out of his surprise and sucking the air out of his lungs.
“Teach me how to love you,” you repeat, running your hands up his arms.
“We can’t do this,” Sakusa breathes out distractedly, again wondering how you ended up in this situation.
But that’s a lie. He knows how you ended up in this situation, and he can hardly bring himself to regret it.
It all started with a little trip to Brazil, and a night on the beach that jumpstarted his entire future with you.
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Your first day in Brazil starts off in your hotel room.
The hotel room that you’ll be sharing with Sakusa Kiyoomi.
You sigh at a recent memory - you were all so excited to come and visit Hinata in Brazil, your small friend group having missed him dearly over these past few months. Therefore, you suppose you could deal with the travel fatigue for Hinata’s sake. Besides, the hotel-roommate situation could’ve been worse: you could’ve ended up with Kuroo or Bokuto, having to deal with their insufferable snoring.
The thought has you biting your lip in distaste, coming to the conclusion that sharing a room with your best friend is preferable.
“Everything okay?” Sakusa asks, making his way past you in the doorframe. He shoulders his bag and yours, nudging your arm with a playful grin and prolonged eye contact. You smile back, but begin to protest as Saksua makes his way to his preferred bed - which just so happened to be the one you were going to choose.
“Hey!” you fuss, slapping your hands on your thighs when Sakusa promptly flops face-down onto the neat bed. He groans in pleasure, stretching his long legs after the lengthy flight. The bags fall from his grip as he closes his eyes, and you cross your arms and cock your head in amusement.
“Finders, keepers,” Sakusa reasons, grinning at you with a lazy smile as you scowl cutely at him.
“You know,” you begin, crossing the room to open the white curtains and blinds. Greeted by the beautiful Brazilian coastline, feelings of excitement course through your body at the smell of fresh flowers and the beach. When you turn your head to glance back at Sakusa, you smirk. “You’re getting germs all over your bed with those airport clothes on.”
All Sakusa does is let out another groan - this one a bit more annoyed than the previous at your reminder.
“I’m so tired right now, I don’t even think I care,” Sakusa relents, relaxing his body on the plush mattress as you snort. Making your way around the bed, you flick Sakusa’s head before curiously peeking your head into the bathroom, exploring the nice hotel room.
“Ow,” he states with a glare, and you just barely manage to dodge a suddenly flying pillow. Ducking behind the bathroom door, you flick on the lights to admire the luxurious bathtub.
“You missed,” you tease in a singsong voice, running your hand over the white marbled countertop. You smile at the expensive hotel samples - already recognizing a few costly name-brand soaps and shampoos. This trip is going to be so much fun.
“So much for that impeccable aim,” you joke under your breath, already fiddling with the water faucets and messing with the fancy soaps.
“Hey, this bath is really nice!” you exclaim, feeling giddy at the fact that you’re in a luxurious hotel in Brazil, surrounded by your best friends on a trip to see your other best friend. It’s been hard not having Hinata around - a strain that you know your friend group also struggles with. But you all know how hard he’s worked to make his way to Brazil and are incredibly proud of all his accomplishments. A fond smile makes its way onto your features, a simple happiness and bubbling anticipation rising inside you at the prospect of seeing him again.
However, you have another plan for this trip, and the reminder has your heart suddenly pounding in your chest.
A plan to finally learn how to love a man in the most intimate ways possible.
And you hope that man will be Sakusa.
“Oh yeah?” Sakusa pops his head in, glancing at the freestanding marble bathtub and quietly appraising it. Glancing at you, Sakusa chuckles at the childlike astonishment and enthusiasm bubbling off of you. “Wanna try it out together?”
Despite his obviously teasing tone, you feel like your heart could burst out of your throat. Your words catch on your tongue, and the anxiety makes it a bit more challenging to breathe as you try closing your eyes, attempting to take a deep breath. 
When you do, you shoot him a glare, turning off the faucets and wiping your hands on your shorts. His gaze meets yours in the mirror when you stand, and Sakusa swears he can feel slight nerves radiating off of you in waves.
“You okay?” Sakusa parrots from earlier, growing a bit concerned when you don’t immediately respond with a snarky comeback. Furrowing his brows, Sakusa is suddenly afraid he took his joke a bit too far.
You attempt to gather yourself, building up some kind of snarky retort, until a knock from the door rescues you from having to answer him. Following him out of the bathroom, you’re greeted by an exuberant Bokuto and Kuroo. 
Already, they’re bouncing off the walls, and you have half a mind to corral them before they break something expensive.
“We come bearing gifts!” Bokuto shouts, earning a swift smack on the head from someone behind him. You eye Kuroo suspiciously as he simply stands there, an obnoxious smile on his face when he merely shrugs at you. They seem to be blocking said “gift,” and curiosity gets the better of you when you try to crane your head to get a better look, before you suddenly hear a familiar voice.
“That’s kinda mean, calling me a ‘gift’ and all, don’t you think?” Hinata states good-naturedly, nudging his way past Kuroo and Bokuto to greet you.
Giddiness and excitement fill you at the sight of your old friend, and you can’t help the loud squeal that flies past your lips when he opens his arms for you.
Throwing yourself into his arms, you don’t miss the exaggerated huff Hinata lets out before he happily returns the embrace. His arms wind tightly around you, pulling you closer as he lets out a loud laugh. You simply hug him close, attempting to convey the excitement and joy you feel at seeing him again.  
Burying your face in his chest, you smile brightly, closing your eyes as Sakusa starts protesting from behind you. You can’t really bring yourself to care, and you know your friends missed Hinata just as much as you.
“All right, all right. Let’s not crowd him, please,” Sakusa complains, a tight feeling striking his heart as the sight of Hinata enveloping you in his arms. It’s a painful sensation, and he knows exactly where it stems from; it hurts even more to see you so happily tucked away in his embrace, and Sakusa feels guilty at the unexpected revelation that he wishes it was him embracing you like that.
“You’re monopolizing him!” Bokuto shouts, his voice loud and obnoxious as he knocks you out of Hinata’s arms. Quickly taking over, Bokuto shoots you a playful glare as you merely smile at him.
You meet up with the rest of your group, greeting Atsumu, Ushijima, and Kageyama in the hotel lobby. Hinata guides you to a nice local restaurant, and  you don’t think you’ve ever felt happier or more at ease. Your friend insists on outdoor seating, leading your large group to crowd around an almost too-small wooden picnic table on the eatery’s outdoor patio. Loud laughter echoes around you as you place your drink orders, a plethora of different fruity smoothies and bubbly alcohols to tide your giddy emotions.
The entire moment is heightened with happiness, forming a small bubble around your friend group as you catch up. The smell of the beach causes your smiles to grow wider, sipping on sweet drinks and stealing fries off each other’s plates. The teal paint of the picnic table chips off underneath your nail, and the cool breeze fights against the heat of the bright sun beaming down on you.
Surrounded by your friends, don’t think you’ve ever been happier in your entire life.
As they continue to chatter, exchanging greetings, stories, and hugs, you silently study Hinata. The Brazilian air seems to have agreed with him - he’s much taller, with tanned skin and more built muscles than you remembered. His bright orange hair is a bit shorter, a charming smile on his features as he laughs at something Atsumu says. Despite his eyes being slightly hidden by dark sunglasses perched stylishly on his nose, you can see the cheerfulness that swims in them, overwhelmed at having his friends in his new home. The confidence that oozes off of him is attractive, you realize, and it has your breath hitching in your chest when he makes eye contact with you.
It is intense, and it feels as if everyone else disappears - you can’t feel Sakusa’s shoulder brushing against yours, or hear Kuroo’s spitting laughter as Kageyama’s relays his unfortunate airport experience. All you can focus on is Hinata Shōyõ and how his eyes latch onto yours, grinning with mirth as a small smirk makes its way onto his face. It causes your palms to bead with sweat, a warm feeling taking over your face when he refuses to break eye contact. You feel sheepish, starting to get embarrassed as Hinata takes a short sip of his drink, licking his lips when he pulls away and now you can only focus on how soft his lips suddenly look and -
“Hello! Earth to Hinata!” Bokuto shoves his arm, displeased at his lack of attention. The disruption has you and Hinata snapping out of your daze, and Hinata simply laughs before diving into another long-winded story.
With shaky fingers, you snatch one of Sakusa’s fries, eyes darting down to focus on the chipping paint on the table. Your heart still pounds furiously, and you can’t fight the confusion that suddenly rises inside of you. Furrowing your brows, you take a trembling breath, utterly unaware of a pair of dark eyes from a certain man sitting next to you, latched onto your every reaction.
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Your second afternoon in Brazil starts off at the beach.
A shadow suddenly disrupts Sakusa’s peaceful sunbathing, the slight darkness of it covering his body in a cool shade. His brows furrow at the intrusion, a scowl tugging at his features as he throws an arm over his face. It is painful to adjust to the new lighting, and having just gotten used to the bright Brazilian sun, his annoyance is even more pronounced.
“Are you going to lie there all day? Or actually come and have some fun?” he hears a voice admonish him, exasperation coating their words.
When his eyes adjust, Sakusa feels comfortable enough to lower his hand, a slight smirk on his lips at the sight of you in front of him. Your arms are crossed, brow raised in a question as you wait for an appropriate response. Almost comically, Sakusa watches as your foot impatiently taps against the warm sand, causing a teasing chuckle to bubble up in his chest.
Shifting on the wooden sunlounger, Sakusa relaxes against the orange cushions once again.
“Probably lie here all day,” he responds honestly, crossing his arms behind his head to lean against them. The playful smirk lilting his lips is a bit uncharacteristic for him - all the more reason for you to enjoy this moment.
“Well, that’s boring,” you state, still seeking a bit of shade as a reprieve from the blinding sun.
Sakusa merely glances at you, brows quirking in amusement. “I’m a boring guy,” he retorts.
At his obvious falsity, you uncross your arms, letting your head fall back as laughter spills past your lips.
“That’s a lie,” humor grazes your words.
“Only to you,” his words are teasing.
The sky is a vibrant blue - not a cloud in the sky, as the sun’s rays threaten to blind you all. However, the ocean’s sparkling water is refreshing as it washes over your skin, cooling the heat with a blissful, soothing touch. Laughter bubbles around the private beach area, a group of boys running around, splashing each other, drinking, and getting into their own kind of trouble.
You feel as if you are on cloud nine - a fruity drink buzzing in your system, beautiful flowers blooming in lush bushes around the pure sand, surrounded by the ocean and your greatest friends. Hinata’s bubbly voice rises among the chaos, yelling something about a turtle that promptly piques Bokuto’s and Atsumu’s attention.
Peering your head over your shoulder, you catch a glimpse of the trio crashing into the water, excitement pumping their every movement.
You can’t help the fond smile that makes its way onto your face, happy at finally being reunited with the redhead. Knowing how much everyone missed Hinata only makes this vacation more precious, knowing that your time with your old friend is limited.
The nostalgia that washes over you is unexpected and instantaneous and causes a bittersweet feeling to kiss the edges of your emotions. Now that you are all older - finished with high school and pursuing your lives as adults - you learned that these minuscule moments are priceless. Sooner, rather than later, your tiny group would be separated again; Hinata would have to stay in Brazil to further pursue his professional volleyball career, you would return to Japan, and everyone would go about their own lives.
You long to keep your friends together, all wrapped in a comforting bubble of companionship; you wish for it more than anything.
It is a bittersweet revelation, but one that is gently soothed by the calming breeze that kisses your cheeks and the nape of your neck.
A breathy chuckle from the sun lounger has you drawing your attention back to Sakusa. Again, the picture of him has your breath catching in your throat - he really is a sight for sore eyes. 
Despite what happened earlier with Hinata, you know your heart lies with Sakusa. Honestly, it feels like betrayal from your heart. Out of all the men in the world, you had to fall in love with your best friend? It’s a painful thing, you realize, to be in love with someone when you’re sure they don't love you back. It constantly makes you feel guilty, but you were determined to confess to him during this trip.
When you allow your eyes to trail over his features, you only start to feel more flustered. The white linen shirt is missing a few buttons on the top, allowing his tanned skin to peek through. You can see a few freckles and moles dotting the muscled skin, and with his arms crossed behind his head, you can see every ripple of his toned biceps as he flexes them slightly. His dark, wavy hair looks a bit windswept from the nice breeze and so soft that you can’t help but feel the urge to curl your fingers through it. His swim trunks have a cute little drawstring on them, and you’re shocked at the sudden desire to kneel in front of him, untie the neat bow, and run your fingers along -
“...are you even listening to me?”
Sakusa’s slightly annoyed tone breaks you out of your reverie, a heat flushing through your body at having been caught staring.
“Honestly?” you manage to reply smoothly, and you smile to yourself at having pulled off the calm and collected routine. Moving to sit down next to him, you relish at how the sand feels soft and warm underneath your toes and fingers. “No, I wasn’t.”
A glare from Sakusa causes you to shoot an apologetic grin in his direction, leaning back on your elbows to bask in the slight shade from the area. “Sorry.”
But the mischievous lilt to your apology only has Sakusa rolling his eyes. “That didn’t sound very genuine,” he complains.
You’re amused by this interaction, enjoying how Sakusa seems legitimately pouty at your confession. Wanting to pull more of those reactions from him, you continue.
“Probably because it wasn’t,” you laugh, a light sound that corresponds with a sweet breeze. With it comes the scent of fresh fruits and flowers, and you close your eyes to take in the peaceful moment. You still feel a bit flustered at seeing Sakusa in such a relaxed state, your heart pounding traitorously against your ribcage.
When he adjusts his head, still resting on his arms, the thin linen shirt he wears rides up a bit on his stomach. Your eyes are immediately drawn to his tanned abs, to the little divets that lead to a tantalizing v-line only serving to tease you further.
“You’re just trying to break my heart, aren’t you?” Sakusa concedes, attempting to hide the smidgen of truth in his words as he runs a large hand through his black waves. Again, you find your eyes following his every movement, almost entranced at how he brushes his messy curls out of his face. The little moles just above his eyebrow are visible now - those piercing eyes focused on your strange silence.
Little does he know, that was the last thing you were trying to do.
“Got you speechless?” he teases, his hand falling from his hair to relax on the armrest. Sakusa’s dark eyes glint with a playful charm as he tilts his head in your direction. Not wanting him to get the better of you, protestations start to rise on your tongue, but your throat chokes up when you meet his gaze.
When your eyes catch each other’s, the tension between you turns thick, and your heart begins to pound at how Sakusa seems to stare through you. You watch as Sakusa’s eyes rake down your figure, tracing over your body clad only in a skimpy bikini; you don’t miss how his fingers tighten around the armrest of his chair, his body unconsciously moving towards you, appreciatively.
The air feels as if it’s tinged with electricity, rushing over your arms until goosebumps form. While your heart feels as if it’s about to burst, you can’t bring yourself to break the heated eye contact; his eyes are dark and passionate, and it feels deliciously intoxicating to have his attention on you.
Sakusa makes you feel lightheaded and dizzy, and you attempt to corral your wandering thoughts by crossing your arms over your chest to hold your knees close to your body. However, all this does is press your breasts together, the soft swell of them pushing up against your delicate bikini top. Sakusa’s eyes are instantly transfixed at the sight, dark eyes becoming a bit darker as you shy away from his ardent gaze.
Adrenaline bubbles up in your stomach, and though Sakusa would never admit it to you, he is just as equally affected. His usual clear thoughts feel hazy as he drowns in you, your embarrassed expressions giving away more than you would want.
When you look away, thoroughly sheepish, your eyes fall to his thighs - thick with muscles and tensing slightly as he sits up, swinging his legs over the side of the sunlounger to lean towards you. Pressing his hands to his knees, Sakusa still manages to dwarf over you, his tall stature almost intimidating as you sit on the ground before him.
His turning his full attention towards you has you finally breaking free of your intense reverie. Your surroundings flood back to you, the laughter and chatter of your friends splashing in the water making you realize where you are. Wrestling with yourself over your feuding emotions for your two best friends, you attempt to shove down your sudden wave of lust for the tall volleyball player. You ground yourself, and when you feel appropriately calmed down after a few seconds, your spirited grin finally returns.
“You wish,” you finally retaliate, the teasing smirk doing nothing to hide your true emotions.
You both know your answer is false; you both know you make each other speechless.
A hesitant look crosses over Sakusa’s face, and his eyes flick down to your lips before he continues. “You know -”
However, a sprinting Kuroo and Bokuto suddenly disrupts your game of back-and-forth, loud yells from the two men alarming you both. They chase each other animatedly, and you squeal when they shove between you two; however, your cries of irritation are drowned out by ringing laughter. They kick up sand when they run between you and Sakusa, almost knocking you over as Sakusa curses and leans away from them.
“Can’t you two watch where you’re going?” Sakusa shouts after them, ruffling his hair to get any excess sand out. He is promptly ignored as they continue chasing each other, soon joined by Ushijima.
“Nope,” Hinata makes his way over to you and Sakusa, popping the ‘p’ as he nurses some kind of orange drink. “You know they can’t.”
Sighing, you attempt to get comfortable again, a frown decorating your features at the sand now stuck in your bathing suit. Hinata crosses his legs as he sits next to you, nudging you playfully to draw a smile from you.
Sakusa feels distaste crawl up his back at the sweet smile you shoot your friend, his face pulling into a scowl as he takes a deep breath.
Looking up, you don’t notice Sakusa’s change in demeanor, but you do notice how Atsumu begins to pout from the other side of the sun lounger. He jogs towards you, a contagious smile overtaking his smile as he tugs on Sakusa’s ear.
“What’re we talkin’ about?” he asks when he forces Sakusa to scoot over, sitting next to him on the sunlounger. With a slight grumble of annoyance, Sakusa moves to one side of the beach chair, glaring at Atsumu as he does so.
“Make yourself at home, why don’t you?” Sakusa frowns, but you can tell his tone is full of enjoyment as he rubs his ear. Atsumu merely shrugs, leaning back as he smirks in mirth.
“We were just talking about Bokuto and Kuroo causing trouble,” Hinata explains good-naturedly, taking a sip of his drink as he does so. Holding in a laugh at the sight, Hinata looks at you with a raised brow.
“Nothing!” you exclaim, holding your palms out in defense.
Sakusa interrupts you, pride exuding from him at the knowledge that only he knows all your tells. “(Y/N) thinks it’s funny that your drink matches your hair.”
Hinata looks martyred, looking at you pointedly for an explanation. Letting your mouth fall open in betrayal, you sputter indignantly before pointing at Sakusa.
“Don’t go putting words in my mouth!”
“But that’s what you were thinking, wasn’t it?” Atsumu adds, his shoulders shaking with laughter.
Thoroughly annoyed by the duo, you grasp onto a clump of sand, sloppily hurling at the two men in front of you.
“Well that’s no fair,” Atsumu cries, dodging the handful of sand and knocking into Sakusa at the same time.
“Aww - you two lay off. You’re making her mad,” Hinata defends you, setting his half-full drink to the side and extending his arms. “Come here!”
You pout playfully, letting Hinata draw you into a warm hug as he semi-comforts you. You smile pointedly at Atsumu and Sakusa, settling your head on the other boy’s tanned shoulder before blissfully closing your eyes.
What you don’t catch is Sakusa’s eyes narrowing at the sight, leaning back and crossing his arms as he bites at his bottom lip.
“So!” Kuroo slumps down next to you, amiably throwing an arm around your shoulders as he pulls you away from Hinata. A short cry of ‘hey!’ is ignored by the taller man as he takes a deep swig of water.
“Here to apologize?” Sakusa asks, a frustrated tone in his words.
For the life of you, you can’t figure out why.
Next to you, Hinata pouts. “You took (Y/N) away from me,” he frowns, jabbing Kuroo in the side.
Kuroo swiftly evades it, leaning away so far that he begins to fall. With his arms around you, you’re brought down with him, exclamations falling past your lips as you crash to the hot sand.
“Hey!” you yell, feeling crushed in Kuroo’s tight embrace as he rolls you over in the sand.
“Geez, Kuroo. Be more careful,” Atsumu chides, leaning down to snatch Hinata’s drink from him. Again, Hinata’s protestations are ignored.
“We all want time with (Y/N)!” Kuroo explains to Hinata’s previous statement, grinning as you wriggle in his large arms.
“Get off,” a gruff voice responds.
Sakusa leans down to untangle Kuroo’s arms from around your trapped body, and you spare him an appreciative look as he sits back down next to Atsumu.
“What’re we doin’ tonight?” Atsumu asks, gleefully finishing off Hinata’s drink.
“I wanna do something fun!” Bokuto yells, suddenly sinking to a spot next to Hinata on the sand. You lean your head back on Hinata’s shoulder, missing the feeling of his warm skin pressed to your cheek as you close your eyes. “You always wanna do something fun,” you murmur, fatigue washing over you as you settle against the taller boy.
Kuroo is the only one who sees Sakusa’s splitting gaze.
“Well, we could go to this club?” Hinata offers, and you feel comforted by the feeling of his body moving when he talks.
“Bokuto and Kuroo in a club? Because that’s a great idea,” Kageyama’s voice perks up, and he soon sits down. You feel like your group is complete when he throws an arm around Hinata, and, therefore you.
Sakusa swears he’s going to have a heart attack.
“Ooo, no, that sounds like fun!” you add, defending Hinata. You can basically feel how he glows with delight at your slight praise, his arm shouldering around your back.
“You guys know I’m always down for clubbing,” Atsumu states, gaining sounds of affirmation from everyone else.
“We know,” you all manage to chorus simultaneously, drawing laughter that shifts through the sweet air as Atsumu grumbles sheepishly.
“Well then, it’s settled,” Hinata states, excitement exuding his words as he stands up, suddenly swinging you around in his arms. Your loud squeals are all that can be heard, a bright smile accompanying your sounds as your head falls back in laughter. Hinata dances you around the beach, and your other friends only feed into the contagious happiness that bubbles off you.
“Let’s go clubbing!” Bokuto cries, pumping his fist as he drags Kuroo and Ushijima into the water once more.
Again, Sakusa can only watch you spin in Hinata’s arms, and an emotion he finally realizes as jealousy rearing its ugly head.
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Your second evening in Brazil starts off at an outdoor club, the sun bleeding into the sky behind you. 
Swirls of oranges, reds, yellows, and blues mix with the darkening sky, and as you nurse a drink of similar colors, all you can feel is bliss.
The music is loud and thrumming across the wooden dancefloor, the crashing of the ocean waves wholly drowned out by the pounding bass. You lean against the fancy bar, the intoxicating alcohol buzzing sweetly in your system as giddiness bubbles inside your chest. The warm lights from numerous candles and a simple chandelier cast shadows across your body, swaying delightfully next to Hinata. 
“That’s enough of that,” Hinata mouths against your ear, briskly snatching your alcoholic drink out of your grasp. His warm breath causes shivers to spread down your neck, and when you tilt your head to look at him, your tipsy mind doesn’t seem to notice how close he suddenly is. 
However, Hinata notices. His gaze darkens and he swallows thickly, quickly enamored with the way your eyes catch his. His head starts to spin when you lean against him, a teasing grin tugging at your lips when you notice how his breath hitches in his throat.
“That’s mean! I’m perfectly fine!” you exclaim, shaking your head as you reach for your drink again. Hinata gathers his composure, pushing down his true feelings as he smirks at you. 
“You’re fine now,” he starts, eyeing your drink before downing the little bit left. He ignores your protests, setting it on the bar behind him before turning back to you. “If you keep drinking like that, you won’t be.”
You pout at his words, despite their truth. However, you have to agree with him: you want to keep the happy buzz you feel now - not get completely drunk. “Boo, you’re no fun.”
Hinata snorts, grabbing a bottle of water and shoving it in your hands. “Please. You love me,” he retorts, distractedly watching as Kuroo and Atsumu swing back some kind of shot, taking note of the damage he’ll have to corral tonight. Rolling your eyes, you take a deep swig of water, allowing its coolness to wash away the sweetness of the alcohol coating your tongue.
Smiling happily, you watch your friends as they have fun. Most of them are on the dance floor, being pulled in by attractive people, all vying for the attention of the athletes. Some of them are at the bar with you and Hinata, and you note with a disgruntled mumble that he isn’t trying to take their drinks. 
It earns you a small laugh, and you can’t help but grin in return as he fiddles with a stray straw.
Your goal for this trip was to reunite with Hinata, taking in the love of your friends as you celebrate all of his accomplishments. You’d been looking forward to it for months, and your newfound feelings weren’t going to change that.
Except for the fact that you had another plan for this trip, and your nerves come tumbling back with a ferocious force. 
It was a stupid thing, really, that led you to this point; simple curiosities about how to love a man - how to please a man. However, it was a ‘stupid thing’ that invaded your mind and hasn’t escaped, so you figured this trip would be the perfect place to learn. 
Sensing your shift in moods, Hinata carefully pulls you to his side, tucking your head under his chin as he wraps his arm around your shoulder. His heart soars when you nuzzle into his touch, making it even worse when he sees Sakusa making his way towards you. 
Hinata isn’t blind - he may be frustrated by his own feelings for you, but it doesn’t cloud his judgment. Everyone can see how completely enamored Sakusa is with you - his eyes follow your every movement, his cheeks flush when you speak to him, and he takes every opportunity to be close to you. You’ve been best friends with him for years, and it seems as if everyone knows of his love for you.
Before he left for Brazil, Hinata came to a realization: you were blind to his affections, and even more blind when it came to Sakusa’s love.
“Mind if I steal our favorite girl?” Sakusa asks, shouldering up next to you and reaching for your hand. Hinata knows you miss just how true Sakusa’s words are as a sweet giggle makes its way to his ears, and he attempts to shove down the slight contempt that threatens his features. 
And in that moment, Hinata finally relents; he knows that even if it’s not him who gets to make you happy, all he cares about is that you’re happy.
“Sure. Go have fun,” he nudges, shooting a knowing smile to Sakusa as the tall man grips onto your hand, dragging you to the dance floor. 
“Where are we going?” you whisper to him, giggling as Sakusa expertly makes his way through the throngs of people. Again, you find yourself admiring just how tall and strong he is, easily towering over you as he glances at you over his shoulder. 
“You’ll see,” he simply states, moving until you’re at the edge of the dancefloor. You’re closest to the water this way, a simple stone’s throw away from the relaxed waves as Sakusa takes you into his arms.
The group of people thins at the edge of the dancefloor, but Sakusa would rather die than miss the opportunity to pull you tighter into his embrace. His hands grip your hips, and you shiver as you feel the heat of his palms searing through your thin dress. Looking up at him from underneath your lashes, you smile at Sakusa’s lazy grin as your hands tighten around his muscular biceps. While the group of people around you is no longer suffocating, the breath feels as if it’s been stolen from your lungs when he leans down, brushing his lips over the curve of your ear. 
“Having fun?” he merely questions, pulling away as his gaze flickers to your lips. Sakusa licks his own as he feels the desire pooling inside him, enraptured with the feeling of you so small in his arms. 
You shyly duck your head against his chest at his intense gaze, allowing him to tuck you into the crook of his neck. His arms come around your waist to hug you as you start to sway, ignoring the fast-paced beat of the music. “’F course, Sakusa. You know I always have fun with you,” you murmur, closing your eyes as you sink into his warmth. He smells so good, and you’re so surrounded by everything Sakusa that it makes your head spin. 
A chuckle reverberates through his chest, and you take comfort in how his body moves against yours. “Why do you keep calling me ‘Sakusa’?” he asks, his tone only slightly joking. 
When you were younger, you would happily call him any nickname your mind could come up with. When you got a bit older, you started going along with Atsumu, calling Sakusa every iteration of his name. However, these past few months, you’ve gone back to calling him the more formal ‘Sakusa,’ something that significantly troubles him.
“Say my name,” he demands, his gaze suddenly more intense than you used to as he peers down at you. 
For some reason, it feels different than when you used to say his name. New feelings swirl in your chest, causing your throat to close up as you attempt to mutter out his name. 
“K-Kiyoomi,” you whisper shyly, and your best friend almost misses it over the loudness of the music. He leans his head down, pulling you back until his eyes gaze into yours. Feeling the need to tease you, a rare mischievous grin makes its way onto his face. 
“Say it again.”
You freeze against him, his eyes swimming with mirth as he messes with you. Your heart thunders in your chest so much that you’re sure Sakusa can feel it, yet he doesn’t make any move towards you.
The need to hear you say his given name almost consumes him, and Sakusa knows it’s bad to feel turned on simply by the sound of one of his best friends saying his name. However, when you look so cute and shy underneath his intense gaze, how can he stop his cock from hardening in his beach shorts?
“Kiyoomi,” you state, a bit more confident than last time. 
The two of you have stopped dancing, and Sakusa’s fingers twitch against your waist as his cock throbs with need. He knows he shouldn’t feel like this – you’re one of his oldest friends, and he cherishes that friendship deeply. The guilt that builds in his heart is even worse considering how obviously Hinata is crushing on you, and the last thing he wants to do is hurt anyone. 
But he can’t ignore these feelings he’s had for years – not with the way you’re innocently looking up at him. 
“Wanna do something fun?” he merely whispers conspiratorially, giving in to his emotions and wants. Sakusa’s eyes sparkle with mischievousness as you look up at him, only pausing a moment before nodding happily. You trust him, and with the thick tension that mounts in the air, all you want to do is be alone with him. 
A few minutes later, you find yourselves inches from the water, watching with wide eyes as Sakusa starts to shrug off his white shirt. Your eyes cling to every inch of skin, mouth almost falling open at the smooth planes of muscle he reveals to you. Even under the soft moonlight, he looks absolutely gorgeous, and all you can do is wring your wrists as butterflies erupt in your chest.
His eyes rake down your figure as you hurriedly move to join him, closing your eyes and ignoring the nerves that threaten to overwhelm you. Tugging your thin dress off, you’re thankful that you decided to wear a bikini under the fabric when it pools at your feet.
“Wow,” is all Sakusa murmurs, and you snap your head up to meet his gaze. It is heavy and intense, his eyes darkening as they glide along your body. An unfamiliar feeling starts to build inside of you, one that so closely resembles love that it scares you. Sakusa is your best friend - you didn’t intend to fall in love with him.
But maybe that idea was becoming more and more welcome in your mind.
You start to feel shy, and, taking a deep breath, you hold out your hand.
Maybe Sakusa could teach more than just how to touch a man.
“We goin’ or what?” you tease, smiling widely at him and his distracted gaze. Your words cause Sakusa to snap out of his distracted reverie, and he grins when he slides his palm in your hand. 
“I dunno, I might wanna do something else now,” he jokes, his gaze pointedly moving down his body until you playfully smack his arm. He winces, but the grin is still wide on his face as you pull him into the water. 
You gasp when the waves wash over your ankles, taking in the blissful feeling of the water’s coolness. It feels euphoric as you continue making your way into the water, Sakusa’s grip firm around you the entire time. You continue until the water is at your chest, Sakusa still towering over you as he turns to face you.
His sudden proximity feels even better than the water, the waves lapping against your body as Sakusa leans toward you. They cause you to sway, a bit unbalanced with the unusual feeling of the tide pushing and pulling you. 
“Whoa there,” Sakusa smiles quietly, taking the opportunity to wrap his arms around your waist. He pulls you close to his body, and you shiver when you feel the heat emanating from him. You bring your hand to rest on his pale chest, gently looking up when he swallows thickly at your touch. It is curious, your fingers padding along the freckles that dot his skin as you look at him with wide eyes. He can hardly bear it as the tension builds, and he holds his breath as his heart pounds in his chest.
“(Y/N)…” Sakusa murmurs, his voice a warning, but for who? He doesn’t know. Time seems to stop as he caresses your cheek, his gaze lingering on your features as you lean into his touch. His thumb brushes your cheekbone, your body arching against his until your chest is pressed against his. Sakusa can feel the way your nipples harden through the flimsy fabric of your bikini top, and the rush of emotions he feels shoots straight to his cock. 
All he wants to do is ignore the rational side of him: he wants to ignore the fact that kissing you right now could ruin everything – years of friendship down the drain. It is a feeling that fights inside him, pushing and pulling until it rages like a nauseous storm in his gut. All he wants to do is hold you in his arms, take in the feeling of your body pressed close to his and your lips on his skin. 
He fights with himself, dark eyes flitting back and forth from your eyes to your lips. His grip around your waist tightens as he leans down, allowing his lips to just barely graze yours. Sakusa swallows, attempting to shove down the nerves that threaten to suffocate him as you nod – an action so small and simple that he could almost miss it. 
Leaning down, Sakusa relishes how your hands curiously curl around his neck, pulling him closer to you until you’re mere centimeters apart. You’re so close that one move would cause you to kiss, and the feeling is addicting. Sakusa swears that he’s drunk – despite not having a drop of alcohol all night. It’s with a shocking revelation that he realizes it’s you - you’re addicting, pulling him in until all Sakusa can think about is you.
It takes everything in him to focus, head swimming with thoughts of you, you, you - as he presses you closer to his wet body. Sakusa’s heart picks up in speed as you curl into him. His grip moves to the nape of your neck, and while you can feel the strength behind his actions, he is still so gentle and loving with every touch. 
Your breath hitches at his proximity, your fingers playing with the short hair at the nape of his neck. Arousal courses through his body as the waves try to cool your heated embrace, and he can feel your body’s response is similar to his own as your hardened nipples strain against the flimsy fabric of your bikini. And Sakusa is seconds away from giving in – he can taste the way your lips slant over yours, moving closer and closer and ignoring his previous inhibitions –
Until a shout from the beach scares you both, jumping away from each other as Bokuto continues shouting for you two to come over with the rest of them. Sakusa catches something about a drinking game, and he groans at the knowledge that he’ll now be occupied for the rest of the night. 
With one last fleeting glance and a distracted smile, Sakusa offers you his hand, almost scared that you won’t accept it. 
But of course you do, just as you always have, and you two make your way back up the beach to your friends – the moment you shared now a sweet secret, the only witnesses being the night sky and the calming ocean.
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Your second night in Brazil starts off differently than you expected.
You attempt to catch your breath as you lean against the marble countertops in your bathroom, sucking in gasping breaths of air to steel yourself. Your fingers tighten around the edge of the white sink, and you let your head fall forward as your mind swims with hesitancies.
After you and Sakusa joined the rest of your friends again, you could barely keep your eyes off each other. You knew what was about to happen – Sakusa knew what almost happened.
The realization is dizzying, and at the start of this trip, you didn’t know it would end with you falling in love with your best friend.
So, you attempt to pep yourself up, imbuing yourself with confidence as you smooth over your clothes and look at yourself in the mirror. You have to admit that you look good, fixing your hair and putting on the best lingerie under your clothes.
After what happened earlier, you have no patience left. You need to kiss him – you need to feel him. You want to learn how to not make just any man feel good – but how to make Sakusa feel good. The sudden truth is shocking, but you’ve never felt more sure about anything in your life.
You can only hope Sakusa feels the same.
He’s just on the other side of the door, probably sitting on his bed and scrolling through his phone. Another wave of nerves threatens to overwhelm you with the realization of what you’re about to do, but you can’t bring yourself to stop.
When you started this trip, you wanted to learn how to touch a man.
You didn’t think you’d learn that you’re in love with your best friend.
So, with one last steely gaze, you push yourself off the counter, flicking the bathroom lights off as you make your way to the hotel room.
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Sakusa’s second night in Brazil started off with almost kissing you in the ocean, and now he knows it’ll end with him confessing his love for you.
You - his sweet, innocent best friend - stands in front of him, shyly pulling off your top as you face him. Having just left the bathroom of your shared hotel room, Sakusa swears he can still smell the sweet soaps enveloping your skin, and his jaw falls slack when you face him.
“I want to learn,” you begin, walking closer to him without breaking eye contact. Sakusa feels as if he can drown in you, wholly enamored with every move you make towards him. “I want to learn how to touch you,” you clarify, and it’s in this moment that Sakusa swears he could drown in everything that is you. If he thought he was overwhelmed with his love for you earlier, he is sorely mistaken when you move closer towards him.
“I want to learn how to love you,” you state, more sure this time as you attempt to convey all of your emotions into your words. 
“So,” you finish, eyes wide and desperate as you corner Sakusa on his bed. “Teach me?”
His eyes are wide, leaning against the mattress with his legs spread a bit more hopeful than he would like to admit. At the sight of you in just a bra, a rushed feeling of adrenaline washes over his body in waves, causing his heart to pound furiously against his ribcage. His head swims and he swears that the room is spinning when you step even closer to him, simultaneously knocking him out of his surprise and sucking the air out of his lungs.
“We-we…” Sakusa breathes out distractedly, voice tight with a restrained emotion that you now know is love.
Sakusa knows that he should say no – but after what happened earlier, his restraint is at an all-time low, and all he can think about is finally breaking down those walls. He wants to know what it’s like to kiss you – to love you. He wants to teach you how to touch him – just like you’re asking him to.
It’s all he can think about.
Therefore, Sakusa knows that he can’t lie to himself; he can’t lie to himself and even you can see it. Who is he to deny his feelings? Who is he to deny your feelings? The feelings that have been steadily blossoming inside him for years? He wants this more than anything - has wanted this more than anything else in the world for years. And after almost kissing you just a few hours prior, the feeling is more pronounced than it has ever been.
He wants the chance to hold you in his strong arms, to feel your fingers brush through his dark curls - kiss you like he’s seen numerous boyfriends kiss you over the years. It is all-consuming, and Sakusa is beginning to get overwhelmed with his all-encompassing feelings for you.
Sakusa Kiyoomi is your best friend, and he’s hopelessly in love with you.
And he knows that you know that now, too.
You watch as his eyes flit over the room, attempting to look at anything but you; a slight feeling of accomplishment fills you at the sight of your flustered best friend, and the newly imbued confidence urges your hands to reach for your bottoms.
“Teach me,” you implore again, swallowing thickly as you move to unbutton your shorts. The confidence suddenly morphs into nerves when his eyes dart to your scantily-clad chest, and the anxiety almost becomes all-encompassing; the feeling threatens to swallow you whole.
However, you can’t stop now - there is no fight in you to stop.
“You - you’re my best friend,” Sakusa manages to get out, and you can see his restraint crumbling when he finally meets your gaze. His dark eyes latch onto every inch of skin you expose for him, his fingers tightening around the bedsheets to ground himself until his knuckles turn white. Adrenaline buzzes through his veins, feeling like a thick, viscous syrup as the tension builds between you. Sakusa swears electricity buzzes through his ears as you simply continue your motions, hardly heeding his warning.
“I respect you,” you begin, closing your eyes tight as you pull your shorts off. Letting the denim pool at your feet, you smoothly step out of them, standing in front of Sakusa in just your lingerie.
At the sight of the dark lace adorning your body, the tall man’s grip becomes harsher, chest constricting with a desire that’s been hanging thick in the air for days - years. Sakusa feels the insatiable love he’s been wrestling with for years well inside of him, only now he struggles to push it back down. If he thought it was insatiable earlier, it’s multiplied tenfold now.
Seeing you make your way towards him, timid in your steps but confident in your actions, has Sakusa’s breath hitching in his throat. He knows that his composure is quickly deteriorating, but with you standing in front of him, asking for his help with those big eyes of yours, Sakusa hardly has it in him to deny his feelings any longer.
“(Y/N)...” he trails off, eyes tracing along your nearly bare body with a thinly veiled lust. The pleasure begins pooling in his lower abdomen, swirling in sweet anticipation that causes butterflies to erupt in his chest, his heart racing as you move to hold his hand. The feeling of your smaller palm embracing his, entwining your fingers in a tender caress, has Sakusa’s gaze darkening. He can feel his hardening cock throb against his thigh, begging for the touch of his best friend as your finger trails down his wrist, testing the waters.
“I respect you,” you interrupt him, shyly standing between his legs. Even with Sakusa sitting on his bed, he is still so much taller than you, and you can’t mask the anxiety and insecurity that crosses your features when he’s this close.
Even though his previous words held a warning, his legs spread for you when you move closer to him, trailing your hand down his clothed bicep. You don’t miss how Sakusa’s gaze darkens, tongue coming to lick his lips before his teeth catch onto the bottom one.
“As my best friend…” you start off, voice timorous as his large hand comes to cup your cheek. His palm is warm, fingertips slightly calloused as he caresses your cheekbone. It makes you shiver, leaning into his touch as your eyes fall close. “You..” you try to begin again, distracted by his addicting presence.
“As my best friend, I respect you,” you state, nuzzling into Sakusa’s warm palm as his thumb brushes across your lips.
“I respect you, and - “ a gasp escapes you as Sakusa’s fingers pull down on your bottom lip, causing arousal to flush through your body. His lips are parted, greedily taking in every word and action you give him; Sakusa feels light-headed, and you’re sure the room is spinning. “- and you make me feel safe.”
Your admission has Sakusa leaning closer to you, his hand moving to the nape of your neck to pull you to him. Stopping a mere centimeter away from him, his hot breath fans across your face and lips as his other hand grasps onto your hip. He nudges his nose against yours, lips just barely grazing each other’s as he takes a shuddering breath.
“Tell me,” his strong voice urges, begging you to tell him what he so desperately wants to hear. The years of pining after you have swelled to a head inside of him, and Sakusa knows he can’t resist these strong urges any longer. The past few days of pushing and pulling against each other have resulted in this, and Sakusa knows he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“So,” you say quietly, attempting to finish your plea before getting too distracted. “Teach me.”
And Sakusa feels as if all the air has been stolen from his lungs as his composure finally snaps, pulling you towards him and embracing you with a searing kiss.
Your reaction is instantaneous: Sakusa lets out a low groan as your lips begin to move against his, mouth parting to swipe against his bottom lip shyly. His grip on you only tightens when you let out a similar sound, a bit breathier and more high-pitched, and he feels his cock throb against his sweatpants. It takes everything in him to focus, head swimming with thoughts of you, you, you as he kisses you passionately.
Moaning against his lips when he licks into your mouth, you smile briefly at the faint taste of fruity alcohol. Sakusa is good, and he tastes like everything good in the world as he drinks in all your sounds, pressing you closer to his body as you curl into him. His hand falls to your cheek, gently opening your mouth to entangle your tongues in a similar embrace. It is messy, and nothing like Sakusa, as he moans into your mouth, seemingly just as obsessed with the taste of you as you are with his.
Sakusa’s lips are soft and plump as they slant over yours, desperately pulling you closer to him in an effort to feel all of you. Gripping onto his arms, you give in to his touch, obsessed with how light and good he makes you feel. Your head is reeling, and you swear that Sakusa is still spinning you around on the dance floor when he pulls away.
“Ki-Kiyoomi,” you whimper, clutching onto him as he pulls back slightly. Sakusa is panting heavily, lips parted and swollen as he groans at the sweet sound of his name falling from your lips.
“Shit,” he curses, swiping his thumb over your cheeks as you pull him in for another breathtaking kiss. When you curiously nibble on his bottom lip, Sakusa groans, an intense need overcoming him. In an attempt to get you even closer, the tall boy wraps his arms under your thighs, picking you up to hold you against him in a tight embrace.
You squeal into his mouth, immediately straddling him and smiling into the kiss. You quickly wrap your arms around his neck as he settles you against his hips, and you moan at the feeling of his hardness already pressing against your barely clothed pussy.
Sakusa laughs into your mouth at your cute reaction, hurriedly diving back in for another sweet kiss as your fingers play with the short hair at the nape of his neck. Arousal courses through his body as you begin rocking against his hardening shaft, and he can feel your body’s response is similar to his own.
“Say it again,” he demands, similar to earlier. His voice is much deeper than before, gruff with lust and slightly scratchy as he pushes the words past his swollen lips. It has you grinding back onto him, obsessed with the sweet sounds spilling past your best friend’s lips as he pulls you into another heated embrace.
“Kiyoomi,” you whimper against his lips, moving impatiently against yours as his hands drag down your body. His fingertips pad down your waist, brushing against the heated skin there as your mouth parts in another moan. The sound shoots straight to his cock, and Sakusa squeezes his eyes shut at the sweet ringing of his given name rolling off your tongue.
His touch awakens something inside you, and you can feel the wetness pooling in the dark lace of your panties as Sakusa begins to grind you against him. Your hands tug desperately at his shirt, silently begging him to take it off without breaking the kiss. He chuckles at your neediness, but it quickly turns into a hiss as you circle your hips around his aching cock.
Quickly obeying your wants, Sakusa pulls away to tug at the collar of his shirt. He swiftly takes it off, and you barely have time to admire his messy black curls, eyes blown wide with lust, and heaving chest before he’s pulling you back in for a passionate kiss.
Pleased at the sudden contact, you run your hands down Sakusa’s sculpted chest, and the desire from earlier has you smirking against his lips.
Gently, you pull away, pressing a hand to his chest until Saksua relents, falling onto the mattress. You truly think it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen – six foot three Sakusa Kiyoomi leaning against the mattress, lips swollen and chest heaving from your kisses, chest bare as your hands drag along the strong planes of muscle there. His grey sweatpants have a large tent in them, and you can barely help yourself when you lean down to place a chase kiss against the tip of them.
Your sudden actions have Sakusa rutting his hips up, a strangled gasp escaping his lips as you climb on top of him. Again, you straddle him, continuing your grinding motions as your lips begin tracing across his chest.
“Fuck,” Sakusa sighs, his eyes rolling to the back of his head at the influx of emotions swelling inside his heart. It pounds furiously in his chest as your lips flutter over every mole and freckle decorating his chest, tongue poking out to trace against his hard nipples as you drag your nails teasingly down his sides. The sensation has him shuddering in pleasure, especially with the way your hips drag along his clothed length.
“B-baby..” he starts, his breath hitching in his throat at the particularly delicious roll of your hips over his. It shoots straight to his cock, and he can feel beads of pre-cum stain his sweatpants at the feeling of your slick pressing against him. “I don’t know how much longer I can take.”
You finally pull away, your fingers thrumming across Sakusa’s chest as he sits up with you.
A million words flit through your head – affirmations of I love you, reassurances that you want this, and reminders that he doesn’t have to wait any more. And Sakusa seems to understand the words you can’t speak, his own head swimming with a billion iterations of the same confessions. The moment seems to stretch on for infinity, shrouding the two of you in a sweet embrace as you simply hold each other, relishing in the unforgettable moment that will change your lives forever.
So, Sakusa says the one thing he can say – the one thing he’s been wanting to say for years.
“I love you,” he murmurs, and his eyes are wide with adoration and tenderness as he finally spills his heart to you. He gazes at you, eyes flitting between your own as your lips part in happiness.
All you feel is love for him, and you can no longer hold back the mounting emotions.
“I love you,” you assure him, and Sakusa swears that he’s died and gone to heaven.
With awe in his eyes, Sakusa kisses you again; it is tender and gentle as he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, moaning at the taste of you as you clutch onto him. The pleasure pools like little bolts of electricity near your womb, and it only intensifies as Sakusa rolls his hips from under you.
“Please let me take this off,” Sakusa begs, his voice thick with desire and love. His fingers play over the clasp of your bra as he leans down, sucking bruising kisses against the swell of your breast. Your hands move to tangle through his hair, and your head is thrown back in pleasure at the feeling of Sakusa’s thumbs running over your hardened nipples.
“Yes, please,” you gasp, desperate to feel Sakusa’s chest against yours. He groans as he expertly flicks the clasp off with one hand, quickly helping you shrug the intimate fabric off your shoulders.
Sakusa leans back to look at you, taking in the moment he knows he’ll remember for the rest of his life.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes out, voice airy as his eyes roam your figure. He bites his lip as he takes you in, sitting all pretty on his lap as you soak through your panties. It’s enough to have any man reeling, and Sakusa feels the air in the room thicken with tension.
“Please, Kiyoomi,” you beg, reaching for him. It snaps him out of his reverie, and Sakusa is quick to surge forward, taking you in his arms in another sweet embrace.
His lips are like sugared honey against yours, and Sakusa unabashedly lets out groans for you to soak in. Carefully, tenderly, he picks you up, strong arms tensing around you without breaking the kiss. He sets you down on the bed again, only this time he climbs on top of you, covering your body with his as his lips move down your jaw. His mouth is hot as his lips move against you, drawing out noises you didn’t even know you could make as his fingers press against your hips.
Gaining a bit of courage, you wrap your arms around his broad back, your legs spreading for him as he catches one on his hip. Sakusa continues kissing his way down your body, his tongue laving against your skin, nipping along your neck, kissing across your collarbones, and circling your pebbled nipple. When he gets to your breasts, Sakusa sucks your pert nipple into his mouth, moaning as you clutch his body closer to yours.
You feel overwhelmed when you urge Sakusa to shove off his sweatpants, his hard cock twitching against his tensed abdomen as your fingers wrap around the base of it. His head falls to the crook of your neck when you curiously pump your hand, enamored with the thickness of his girth.
“G-god, baby,” Sakusa moans, a deep groan tearing from his chest when you twist your wrist. He feels hot and heavy in your hand, and Sakusa can only entwine your fingers with his. Placing them above your head, he leans down to capture your lips in a heated embrace once again.
“Let me take care of you,” Sakusa moans, his eyes meeting yours as you slow down your hand motions. An evil thought fills your mind, and you decide to share it with him as you nod at him to remove your panties.
“All right then,” you murmur, his eyes not leaving yours as he slides the black lace down your legs. His gaze is intense and full of love, and you can’t help but pull him down for another searing kiss. “Besides, we’ll have forever to have fun.”
Your words cause Sakusa to take a shuddering breath, and he recognizes the promise that coats your words. A promise that there will be a next time, a promise of your love for him.
A promise that this will last forever.
“I love you,” he repeats, his dark curls falling against your cheeks as his lips move over yours. The touch is intimate, and when his fingers trail down your hip to press lazy circles to your clit, all you can do is moan his name.
You see Sakusa’s resolve crumbling as he pushes two fingers inside you, instantly curling them up to press against the delicate bundle of nerves deep against your walls. You moan at the sudden intrusion, and Sakusa lets a shuddering groan at the feeling of your pussy sucking his fingers in.
“I-I don’t know how much more I can take,” you gasp, the need to feel him overcoming any other emotion as you curl into his touch. His fingers are so long inside you, and with his thumb circling your aching nub, you feel your high approaching you much faster than you would like to admit.
“Good, ‘cause neither can I,” Sakusa murmurs, lips grazing yours as he pushes them deep inside you.
Soon, his fingers are replaced by the leaking tip of his cock, nudging against your sopping folds as his arms cage around you. Sakusa intends to savor this feeling – to soak in the pleasure that shoots down his shaft as he spreads your slickness around with the tip of his cock. He can feel how your walls attempt to milk him, clenching down around nothing when the head brushes past your entrance.
“K-Kiyoomi,” you moan, fingers tightening around the nape of his neck when he nudges the swollen head against your clit. His eyes drink in the sight of you flustered and already fucked-out underneath him, taking in the sweet sound you let out when he circles your hot clit with his tip. “Need you,” you moan, closing your eyes when he drags his cock through your folds again.
“God, baby, I need you too,” Sakusa moans, and he quickly relents his teasing in favor of pushing the tip of his cock just barely inside of you. The pressure is immediate, and you let out a cry when you beg him for more.
“Shh, shh baby. ‘Ve been wanting this forever, let’s enjoy it,” Sakusa coos, leaning his head to the crook of your neck. Placing wet kisses down the column of your throat, Sakusa presses just his fat tip inside you, almost cursing at the intense pleasure that surges through his body, before pulling away once more.
He can hardly constrain himself when you pull on his arms, a desperate look in your eyes as you beg him for more. All he can do is press in once more, hurriedly leaning forward for a kiss and moaning into your mouth at the staggering pleasure.
After years of pining after you, years of feelings he thought were unrequited, years of wishing and hoping that he could someday love you, it was finally here.
One last breathy plea from your lips is what has Sakusa’s composure finally snapping, and he lets out a long, drawn-out moan when he fully sheaths himself inside your tight walls. The pleasure is immense – your swollen walls stroking his shaft as he presses deep inside you, pushing so far until his leaking slit is pressed against your cervix. The feeling of your soaking pussy pulling him in, already fluttering around his length as his arms wrap around you, has him almost collapsing.
His knees feel weak when your arms tighten around his broad shoulders, the moan you let out music to his ears. Already Sakusa can feel sweat prickling against his forehead, and he takes a shaky hand to push back the curls that threaten to fall in his face. He wouldn’t miss your sweet reactions for the world – not when it’s all he’s been dreaming about since he was a teenager.
“G-god, Kiyoomi,” you gasp out in a broken moan, obsessed with the feeling of his thick length stretching you out. He feels so good inside of you, relieving the aching pressure that’s been built between your legs for days. You swear you can feel every throbbing vein along his shaft, can feel the beads of pre-cum dribble on his leaking slit when he presses so deep inside you. You can feel how he twitches when you moan for him, your legs high on his hips as he presses his forehead to yours.
“Feels s’good,” he groans, squeezing his beautiful eyes shut at the overwhelming pleasure. 
The feeling of your pussy milking his bare cock leaves Sakusa gasping for breath, and all he can do is kiss you over and over, willingly drowning in the feeling of you as you both adjust. He can feel how your mouth parts for him, your tongue entangling with his when it licks into your mouth. He can feel you gushing around his cock, soaking his shaft and running down his heavy balls begging to release inside you. He can feel how your fingers thread through his dark curls, slightly tugging on them to urge him to move when he starts taking too long.
And, most importantly, he can feel the love that pours from you, wrapping him in a warm embrace as you mumble against his lips.
“I love you,” you whimper, and Sakusa believes with every fiber of his being that he was made for you.
“I love you, I love you so much,” Sakusa returns, finally feeling confident enough that he won’t immediately cum. He pulls back, slowly, so slowly, so as to feel every inch of your walls tighten down on him. All he can do is let out almost pathetic sounds at the feeling of your pussy trying to suck him back in, savoring how it feels when he drags his cock out.
Resting just the tip inside you, Sakusa presses forward again, and lets out a loud expletive at the instantaneous pleasure that floods him. He’s never been this overwhelmed before – this overstimulated by the simplest touch; but the sight of his angel below him – the love of his life, moaning his name and grasping onto him when he starts rocking his hips – has him feeling euphoric bouts of pleasure that he’s never felt before.
With a sudden revelation, Sakusa knows he feels complete.
He's never been good with words – he’s never really known what to say to people. Always hiding behind snide remarks, or the cold, hard truth, has been Sakusa’s strong point. But now he wants to pour his heart and soul into you, especially with the drunken feeling overtaking him when you clamp down on his cock during a particularly hard thrust.
So, he says the only thing that makes sense.
“I feel complete,” he sighs against your lips, moving his hands along your body until they entwine with yours. He places them above your head, holding yours in an intimate gesture as he rolls his hips, grinding his cock inside you. The feeling stretches you out even more, and with the feeling of his other hand circling your throbbing nub, you feel as if you could dive headfirst into your orgasm.
His words are shy, but genuine. Just like Sakusa. The Sakusa Kiyoomi who’s been your best friend for years – the best friend you’re now in love with. The dizzying feeling builds up and over, and only seems to relent when he presses his cock home inside you.
“Kiyoomi – ah! – I feel complete too,” is all you can whisper against his lips, and he holds eye contact with you as he circles his hips.
Sakusa makes love to you, soft moans and feeble touches across each other’s bodies as he fucks into you. His cock nudges against that cushy spot along your walls, and you can’t help but clamp down on him when he does so. It feels euphoric how he holds you in his arms, the bare feeling of his cock dragging down your swollen walls until he pushes your slick back inside you, pressing so deep you swear you see stars.
His thrusts become insistent, and you find that you’ve become addicted to the sight in front of you. Sakusa, with his head thrown back in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut as he grinds his cock inside you, dark curls sticking to his face, holding you so gently and lovingly in his arms. His finger rubs desperate circles onto your clit, nudging against that spot perfectly until you finally crumble underneath his touch.
If Sakusa thought he was in love before, he was sorely mistaken. The sight of you cumming on his cock as he fucks it inside you, murmuring his name and confessions of love, has him falling even more in love. It’s all he can do to press his forehead to yours, mumbling against your lips similar words of I love you as he pushes as deep as he can go, holding onto your hips as he lets go.
It is the most intense orgasm he’s ever experienced, and is only further accentuated by the feeling of your walls continuously gushing around him, sucking him back in with a vice-grip. He lets out one last broken moan, his head falling to the crook of your neck as his fingers linger sweet shapes against your skin. With a shaky breath, you simply hold him, placing an exhausted kiss on his hairline as Sakusa relaxes his body against yours.
Hours could have passed for all Sakusa knows as he catches his breath, his cock still pressing inside you. He shudders at the slight feeling of overstimulation that shoots down his cock, but he can’t find it in himself to stop. Your walls still weakly flutter around him as he presses his cum deep into your walls, obsessed with how it feels to have your combined cum coating his shaft.
“K-Kiyoomi,” you softly call, aching for his attention. Looking down at you, Sakusa once again feels a deep love for you, warming through his heart like sweet honey as you smile at him. Bringing a hand down, he caresses your cheek, falling in love with how you nuzzle against his touch, closing your eyes in bliss as his thumb catches along his cheekbone.
Sakusa Kiyoomi has never been good with words, but in this moment, he knows that it’s the end of the world …
…As you both know it.
Because after this, everything will change for the better.
“I don’t know much, about how to label the things I feel,” Sakusa starts, feeling as if the stars in your eyes are brighter than those in the sky. He watches as you latch onto every word he utters, gazing at you with a devoted fondness as you lean up for another kiss.
Sakusa can’t deny you, and easily responds with the gentlest fervor you’ve ever felt.
“All I know is that – when I look at my friends, I feel love,” he states, murmuring against your skin as he places soft kisses all along your face. You sigh happily at the feeling of his soft lips against your skin, sinking into his touch as he continues speaking.
“When I look at a volleyball, I feel excited,” he continues moving to kiss along the seam of your lips. You attempt to clutch on to him, wanting to keep him close, but he easily pulls away with a loving chuckle. “Patience, baby,” he teases.
“And when I look at you,” Sakusa says, looking at you with all the love in the world. His eyes swim with warmth, dancing across his dark irises as he gazes at you, a fond smile on his lips as if he can’t believe what’s happening to him.
As if he’s the luckiest man in the world.
“I see everything.”
And Sakusa Kiyoomi now knows that he’s in heaven as you pull him in for another kiss, holding his future tight in his arms as he kisses you until the dawn breaks through the curtains.
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