#sakusa kiyoomi oneshot

[airbendertendou]

you fill, you fill, you fill ♥︎ sakusa kiyoomi 

synopsis : reader remembers their childhood friends and it causes them to get drunk ; weekly. sakusa and the miya twins are there to hold you ; always.

timeskip!haikyuu + bonten arc!tokyo revengers ; they / them pronouns used

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He doesn’t ask questions. Sakusa doesn’t ask why you moved here so young ; he doesn’t ask why Osamu was so quick to hire you with pitying eyes. He doesn’t ask why you stare at the stars longingly ; he doesn’t ask why Atsumu is tender and gentle when you’re around.

And he really doesn’t ask why he always finds you here ; drunk and incapable of doing anything other than sob.

“My water heater is broken,” you’re crying to the bartender. Suna sees Sakusa and relief floods through him — crying, he can not deal with. Your bottom lip wobbles with another wail, “if there’s a god, they’re against me! There are so many in Greek history, how can they all hate me?”

Blubbering, garbled words escape as you let out a whine and flop your head down on the bar. Sakusa sighs — that’s his queue to get you home. Cold hands nudge against your shoulder as you jolt, suddenly alert with the touch. When your eyes meet his, you soften, lips pouting even further.

“‘Kusa,” you cry. He sighs again and prepares himself for the way you’re going to drape over him. You do just as he thought ; just as you always do. “Why? Why do I still miss him? Why can’t I stop crying?”

“You’re drunk,” he answers simply. These questions aren’t new — you ask them every time he takes you home. And his answer is always the same. “Your emotions are heightened by the alcohol. Are you ready to go home or do you want to go somewhere else?”

You sniffle into his shoulder — Sakusa cringes but sucks it up. “Miya,” you mumble, “wanna see my Miya’s.”

They do always make you feel better, the twins. Their dynamic reminds you of two old friends ; the bickering pair reminds you of two others and suddenly you’re frowning again. You whine into Sakusa’s neck, “why can’t I let you in?”

That’s something new, Sakusa thinks with wide eyes. His mouth parts under his mask at the question. Instead of answering, he slides you higher up his body, cradling you awkwardly. “Let’s go find your Miya’s, hm?”

As soon as Atsumu is in your sights, your arms are slung around his neck. He’s giggling into the top of your head, squeezing you as you sway side to side. You’re blabbering again, but he answers every word enthusiastically. Osamu shuts the door to his restaurant, leaning against a table as joins Sakusa to watch over the two of you.

“Bad day, huh?”

Sakusa sighs, exhaustion laced in the sound. He rubs the curve of his nose with closed eyes before nodding. “It’s been a while since they’ve been this drunk.”

As Osamu goes to answer, your phone vibrates in Sakusa’s pocket. He had to keep it for you, you said. “Have no pockets or grippy fingers, ‘Kusa! I’ll lose it!” Against his own thoughts, he smiles as he remembers the tone of your voice. Another vibration and he’s pulling your phone out before he can think.

rinnie ! i know today’s a tough day… we miss you, [name]. all of us do. i just wish you wouldn’t have run away, you know? wish you would be here, with us, so we can all grieve. together. … visit soon.

stinky haitani ):< thinkin of u today sweetheart n missin u always …i’ll tell him you said hi call me later, hm?

Sakusa tilts his head before pocketing your phone again. So you had been drinking more today — he didn’t think this was as usual for you. Before he can speak, arms are thrown around his waist and you’re crying again. With a sigh, Sakusa meets Atusmu’s wasn’t me! gaze before drifting down to meet your teary-eyed one.

“They’re liars,” you sniff. You’re staring right at Osamu now and it’s a little unnerving but he allows you to — you aren’t looking at him, not really. You’re so spaced out and in your head that Sakusa doesn’t think you know where you are anymore. “Those dumb brothers. It doesn’t get better ; it hasn’t and it won’t.”

Sakusa is gentle as he rubs a hand down your back. “It might.”

“It won’t,” you argue. Your bottom lip trembles and you bite it hastily. “It never will. I’ll miss him forever and they’ll go on with life and forget about him. I can’t ; I won’t.” A deep breath and then you’re snuggling your face into his chest. “I don’t think I want to stop hurting. Reminds me of him.”

“Kiyoomi,” he finds himself saying. Anything to get your focus back ; anything to get you to stop crying. “You never call me Kiyoomi.”

Your sniffling stops abruptly as you pull away from his chest with a frown. “Didn’t think you wanted me to! Are we close enough for that?”

“I pick you up from Suna’s bar weekly,” there’s the ghost of a smirk on his lips as he peers at you. “Think we’re close enough.”

“‘Kay,” you snuggle into his chest again with a yawn. Osamu is watching the two of you fondly as Atsumu takes a picture of your cuddling figure. “Kiyoomi. Thanks for takin’ care of me all the time, ‘yoomi. Sorry I’m so drunk and a crybaby.”

Kiyoomi stays silent as you nod off, the alcohol in your veins simmering and lulling you to sleep. He shakes his head with one thought — I’m screwed.

— idk how obvious it is but reader is grieivng izanas death </3 the way these guys would never cross paths but hehe oh well!! i was washing my face n this idea came to me so um here it is!

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[starjaeyun]

OVERPROTECTIVE MIYANS !

PART TWO OF SISTER MIYA !

— keeping a close eye on both his friend and sister, he noticed tons of changes and he did not like it

pairing! sakusa kiyoomi x f! reader

warnings! swear words, ooc characters, overprotective brothers, miyans following y/n and sakusa

note! a lot of you have been asking for part two and after two months it's finally here! i'm sorry for the wait, i just got really busy T T

a sigh of frustration left Atsumu's lips as he ruffled his hair for the nth time this night. it's not that he was stressed out about volleyball, actually he prefers to be stressed out about the said sport but no, he had to stress over the fact that his usually lifeless sister being all giddy

hell she was even smiling while doing the dishes and doing the dishes was something she always hated! so why's she smiling all of a sudden?!

and second, he had to stress over his teammate who claimed to have no time for love yet he was always on his phone, smiling and giggling like a child. it just didn't make sense!

now one might wonder why would you stress over your sister and your teammate being smiley

it's because these changes happened the day after Sakusa did the dare and he wasn't ready for his baby sister to go and have a boyfriend!

maybe he was being overprotective or dramatic but the thought of his sister showing her sweet and soft and whiny side to another?! he hated it!

"you look like shit"

Atsumu groaned "fuck off samu! 'm not in the mood!"

ignoring his twin's words, Osamu took a seat beside him on his bed which caused the bed to dip down

"whatcha thinkin' of?"

a huff leaves the blonde "y/n....and omi-kun" he admits, looking at his twin from the corner of his eye. hearing those words, Osamu frowned

"i was just thinking of that before i went here" he mumbles, eyes rolling in annoyance "i thought i'm the only one who noticed"

Atsumu raised a brow "know somethin' 'bout this?"

"kinda? maybe? Sakusa has been coming to onigiri miya more often, literally like- he's there every other day, and then leaving after sitting there doing nothing and ordering nothing. i have no idea why though but i noticed that after y/n's shift sakusa is either about to walk out or he's already gone. i never seem to find out who he's waiting for but i'm convinced it's y/n"

"FOR REAL! y/n has been all smiley and omi-kun has been at his phone literally every chance he gets then becomes all giggly and shit"

Atsumu and Osamu gave each other a look before nodding

"you look so pretty today y/n" Atsumu giggles mockingly from the bushes "i will fucking choke you omi-kun!"

Osamu covers Atsumu's mouth "shut the fuck up! they'll spot us"

the latter lets out an annoyed huff but stayed quiet anyway and continued to watch his sister and teammate have lunch

"so y/n- i hope we're not going too fast but uhm- i really like you...can i court on you?" Atsumu nearly chokes and was about to jump out of his hiding place but the look Osamu gave him made him stop

y/n smiles "of course! we're gonna...you know have to tell my brothers first though, they can be quite protective when it comes to me getting a partner"

the dark haired male held y/n's hand, soothing her palm with a smile "mhm..we will have to do that, Atsumu will kill me if we keep it a secret"

"oh you bet i will omi-kun!"

by this time, Atsumu has given up on spying on the two so ignoring his twin's protests he stepped out of the bushes, leaves and twigs clinging to his hair and clothing as he marched his way towards y/n and Sakusa

Osamu came out next while cleaning himself, calmly walking towards them

"I- were you guys spying on us?" y/n pointed between her and her date, Atsumu nodded "mhm! we are, we've noticed how giggly you two have been ever since omi-kun got your number so we took it upon ourselves to find out what's going on between you two"

"and we accept, Sakusa-san...you can court on y/n" Osamu says before Atsumu could protest

the blonde gave the dark haired man a look of shock "WHAT?! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO SAY NO! AND WHO IS WE-" Osamu covers the male's mouth before he could say anything else

y/n couldn't help but laugh at this situation right now while Sakusa just sat there awkwardly

"you two enjoy! we'll get going now bye!" with that Osamu pulls Atsumu who was shooting glares at his teammate "WE'RE NOT DONE YET OMI-KUN!" he yells before disappearing from their sight

both y/n and Sakusa stared at each other for a few seconds before they ended up in fits of giggles

"well that was unexpected but i get to court you! Atsumu will agree soon, he just needs quite some time to accept the fact that his little sister is growing"

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[multi-fandom-fanfic]

Looking for a kiyoomi story.

Kiyoomi got out of a relationship. Meets reader at Osamu restaurant. Starts dating her cause she looks and acts like his ex. They date for weeks. Reader introduces him to her cousin who is getting married in a few days. Turns out the cousin is his ex. That night after dinner the cousin goes to see omi. They talk all night. The next morning reader brings him breakfast cause she noticed how off he was at dinner. The cousin hides whiles readers there. Reader leaves for work but quickly comes back cause she left her keys. Sees her cousin there but doesn’t stay long to talk to cousin and omi cause of work but says they will all talk later. Reader finds out from atsumu that her cousin is omi’s ex. Reader goes to talk with omi and cousin. Finds out what atsumu said was true, along with the fact they still love each other. Which doesn’t matter cause cousin still gets married. And reader tells omi not to talk to her, if they see each to turn the other way. Then reader transfers to Sunas team and meets Suna at the end. Saying something like “atsumu says you’re a bitch”

Not sure what’s happened next, pretty sure there was gonna be a part 2.

Edit. It’s not a kiyoomi story. It turns out it’s actually a Osamu story

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[omi-boshi]

period cramps and a little bit of pining

your best friend omi comes over to take care of you during your period

tags: no plot just gratuitous fluff and yearning word count: 2.2k

through the haziness that comes from just waking up, you hear the muffled sound of knocking, followed by the click of the door unlocking. you poke your head out from under the covers, curious. the sound of footsteps and rustling just outside your bedroom door fill the space and truthfully, you should be more worried that a stranger has seemingly broken into your apartment. however, the lack of angry growling from your sweet great pyrenees and screams of bloody murder from the stranger soothe the concern that tries its damnest to rise above your grogginess. you stay quiet, curled up on your side, head still peeking out. the continuing muffled sounds almost lulling you to sleep, your eyes falling close. that's how kiyoomi finds you.

he pushes the bedroom door open. quietly, he pads over to the bed and crouches just beside where he can see your face. the concerned furrow between his brows softens slightly as he takes in your sleepy form. he debates waking you up, not wanting to disturb the sleep you're finally getting after a night dealing with cramps of the worst kind. he wishes nothing more than to indulge you as he always does but as your closest friend, he knows you have yet to get up and eat. and that takes priority. cautiously, he runs his fingers through your hair and down your cheek which you turn into, seeking the warmth radiating from his skin. the subconscious action disarms kiyoomi. he has to fight through the thumping in his heart to call your name until you finally start waking up. he watches as you rouse from your sleep, grumbling through the whole motion. it tugs a small smile up his lips. your eyes flutter open and the seconds that follow are punctuated by the stillness of the air as you stare up at him, slowly processing his presence. your eyes travel up his figure. the mask dangling from his right ear. the hoodie he wears — the one you usually steal from him. the fuzzy socks you got him for Christmas. the worn sweatpants you've told him many times to replace and yet he never does because it looks fine, you remember him arguing at some point. the memory of it makes you smile. your gaze trails to the soft curve of his lips, the moles partially covered by his damp messy hair — he must have showered before he came from practice — before finally landing on his eyes that quietly watch you. "hi," you finally whisper in what feels like eons. voice scratchy from disuse. "hey, sleepy head," he says just as softly, mirth coloring his tone. "what are you doing here?" "you texted me last night. did you forget?" you hum in confusion, sitting up slowly and pulling your arm from under the covers to look for your phone.

to omi!!! :] Yesterday 10:43 PM

omiii com e over tmrw :((( - from omi!!! :] Yesterday 10:44 PM

You okay? - from omi!!! :] Yesterday 10:44 PM

I have practice in the morning but I can come over after. Is that alright?

- to omi!!! :] Yesterday 11:07 PM

that work s yes!!! and im okya, just kinda in pain and loopy from the meds and sticky ;-; - to omi!!! :] Yesterday 11:07 PM

everything hurts n i cant sleep on my back but it's ok see u tmrw! - from omi!!! :] Yesterday 11:08 PM

It's that time, huh? - from omi!!! :] Yesterday 11:08 PM

Get some rest. I'll be there as soon as I can.

"oh," you mumble, as you scroll through your messages. "i thought I was dreaming." you put your phone down to look kiyoomi in the eyes, a tilt to your head. "i'm glad you actually came though." kiyoomi breathes in deeply, heart thumping so loud — at this point he's sure you can hear it. but of course, you are none the wiser as you continue peering down at him, sleepy smile on your face.

"of course, i would." he returns the smile. “anyway, i didn’t know what you wanted since you didn’t reply to me all morning.” he pulls out a paper bag that was sitting behind him. “so, i just got a bit of everything.” in your curiosity, you sit up straighter to look at the bag kiyoomi has brought. he starts pulling out its contents and showing them off to you with a dorky grin that grows the more items he shows you. there were donuts, churros, chocolates, cookies, mochi, bread of all variations, and a singular bottle of the tea drink you've been raving to him about the past month. "kiyoomi!" you yell, doubling over in laughter. "i can't eat all of this!" "well, good thing there's two of us," he rolls his eyes, grin still on his face. "in my defense, i didn't know what to get." which is a lie. sort of. because everything he got were things you mentioned craving the days leading up to this week. not that you needed to know that of course. "you'd ruin your diet for me, omi?" you pout, eye glimmering in amusement. "that's so sweet! come here!" you reach out to pinch his cheeks, cooing how your omi is the sweetest and kindest person there is and that people would know that more if you stop looking so grumpy, you idiot.he feels his ears flush and he pushes you — nudges, really — to the side, grumbling something about ungrateful spoiled brats. but he can't bring himself to actually chide you for it, not when you're high in spirits right now and he knows how the littlest things could set you off. he wants you happy for as long as your period lets you which isn't long; fickle as your moods are at these times. "alright, alright." he chuckles. "go freshen up and let's get some real food in you first before we eat the sweets," he stands up from his kneeling position on the floor, hand on your arm to pull you up, grunting as he does so. you groan as if remembering why he was here in the first place. you flop helplessly on the bed, boneless, unwilling to leave the inviting warmth of the blankets. "nooo," you whine, purposely obnoxious just to irk him enough to let you go. "i know what you're doing." he tugs again. "it's not gonna work." it's a losing battle, one that you fought valiantly 'til the end. your whining doesn't work and only ends with you thrown over his shoulder. you yelp, thumping his back with your fists in protest as he makes his way through the living room where your dog sees you both and follows you to the bathroom.

kiyoomi gently puts you down, righting your crumpled shirt. he chuckles at the look you send him. to him, you look about as threatening as a baby chick but he rightfully stays quiet. not taking any chances with your knees so close to his crotch. "there are some pads in the cabinet that i bought," he pauses to fix your hair that got messy from being upside down. "it's the kind you always have." you grumble out a thanks, still a bit peeved from being carried out of bed. kiyoomi was right, of course — you do need to freshen up — but you can still give him trouble for it. you're bleeding out and you feel all weird, sue you, right? "while you're here, i'll go heat up the food i got you — it's korean, by the way — and feed snowball too then we can do whatever you want after. sound good?" kiyoomi tilts his head towards you to see your face.

you don't answer immediately, still stubbornly holding on to the frustration of being forcefully pulled out of bed. but just like most things are with kiyoomi, it's a losing battle. again.

it doesn't take you long before you drop the pretenses and meet his gaze. what you see makes the fight in you leave all in one go. his gaze is warm with mirth and... something else. you don't know what it is but it makes you feel shy being at the receiving end of it. you are suddenly conscious of how sloppy you must look right now even though you know kiyoomi would not mind. in your rising embarrassment, you usher kiyoomi out of the bathroom, eyes not meeting his. snowball, who's just so happy to be there, follows kiyoomi out the door. a muffled boof! sounding through the door once you get it shut. you get your wits together and freshen up, taking extra time to deal with the flush on your cheeks that just won't disappear. kiyoomi is taking out the last of the food from the microwave as you come out of the bathroom, livelier now that you've washed your face. he greets you with a smile and calls you to the dining table. lunch is far calmer, a nice change of pace after the hectic ordeal of getting you out of bed. the strange shyness from earlier is forgotten temporarily as you both talk about nothing and everything; how volleyball practice went, how his courses are going, about the new show you wanted to watch with him. once you start feeling the cramps come up again, kiyoomi catches the change in your expression and decides it's time to go back to bed. he hands you the pill you take to treat the cramps and a glass of water. you give him a grateful smile and he ruffles your hair in return.

"go back to bed. i'll be there in a sec," he says, no room for argument. you feel a bit guilty not helping with the cleanup and you tell him as much. he only snorts and tells you it's fine and that it's what i'm here for.

it doesn't do much to abate your guilt but with the cramps only getting worse, there's not much of a choice to be made.

when kiyoomi comes back, he sees you curled up under the covers, eyes shut in pain. he grabs the rechargeable heating pad from across the room and nudges your hand with it. it's only then that you open your eyes.

"hi," you mutter, attempting to smile. "the medicine hasn't kicked in yet." you grab the offered heating pad. "hey, guess we're not watching that show then?" kiyoomi murmurs, knowing full well that you would want to sleep the ache away. you give him an apologetic smile which he only waves off. "i really wanted to watch it too," you mourn. "it's fine. we can watch it another time." he smiles kindly. the silence that follows is somewhat cautious, neither one sure where to go from here. usually, you would have invited kiyoomi into bed by now and he would groan his protest before reluctantly joining you, all the while you would be teasing him about it. but the shyness from before overtakes you and kiyoomi is unusually hesitant as well, eyes darting and feet shuffling in place.

he is the first to break the silence. "i'll head to the living room so you can sleep, okay?" he begins turning away from you. at his words, you hastily sit up. "omi," you call out. he looks to you, head tilted to let you know he's listening. you can barely hold eye contact as the next words stumble through your lips. "um, the-the heating pad falls off when i sleep on my side and, and you know how i can't sleep on my back because the bleeding would leak," you look away from his gaze. "do you... do you mind helping me?"

kiyoomi turns around, regarding you curiously. "and what do you want me to do?" knowing that words will fail you, you silently flip the covers and pat the space beside you. kiyoomi exhales and cautiously takes his spot on the bed, as if this is the first time he's done this. it makes you snort; your shyness and his hesitance, it's ridiculous. and yet you're unable to soothe your increasing heartbeat.

"and then?" kiyoomi asks, quietly.

shaking off the anxiety that's starting to take hold of you, you nudge his shoulder, urging him to lie down beside you. you turn your back towards him, reaching for his hand and slowly guiding it down to lay flat on the heating pad pressing to your lower abdomen. you swear you hear the sharp intake of breath over your shoulder; whether from the temperature of the heating pad or the action itself, you don't know.

kiyoomi is quick on the uptake and lays his palm fully on the pad. it takes you by surprise when he pulls you towards his chest that you can't help the little gasp you let out. "like this?" he asks, almost teasingly. the hesitance from before melting away from his tone. unfortunately for you, it does menacing things to your heart.

with your heart seizing in your chest, you hum your affirmative and relax in his hold. kiyoomi pulls up the covers on both of you and adjusts so that your head rests on his other arm. with the soft thump-thump of his heartbeat combined with the warmth from the heating pad and his body, you are slowly lulled to sleep. "we should talk about this, you know?" you hear just as you are on the brink of sleep and you only hum in response. you hear him chuckle, or rather feel the vibrations of it. And then lastly, a kiss to your hair. "another time then."

what comes after will be dealt with another time. for now, you will enjoy each other's warmth.

i wrote this on a whim because im currently bleeding out and everything hurts so bad and i wish i had an omi to take care of me ;;;;; I've got a more planned out fic that i can't wait to get out there i swear ;;;; pls take this crappy peace offering for now

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[cierai]

MAKE UP FOR IT — ft. sakusa kiyoomi

warnings — none

for the fourth night in a row kiyoomi had to cancel date night. or as the both of you have been saying “rain check”. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t upset, but you understood. whenever he had last minute practice or team meeting he couldn’t help it.

you knew after the second night he cancelled when he’d do it again by the look in his face. he made the same face every time. his eyebrows pressed together as he stared at his phone and his face dropped. he glanced from the phone to you before turning it off and putting in his pocket.

sakusa inhaled deeply preparing to let out a heavy sigh but you stopped him before he could. “rain check?” you say as you began to take off your earrings. you guys had plan to go out to dinner this time. you wore your best outfit and put on a new pair of earrings kiyoomi had bought for you.

“i’m sorry.” he starts as he steps towards you and grabs your hands in his firmly. “it’s okay i’ll be fine, we’ll just try again another night,” you smile as his thumbs rub circles on the backs of your hands.

that was the same thing he did next two times it happened. you didn’t even want to rain check anymore. when kiyoomi was about to suggest it, you began to act casually. “it’s fine i’m just gonna head to bed, i’ll see you in the morning.” you dismissed yourself. as soon as you feel like you were out of his line of sight your mouth formed into a frown.

“oh okay, i love you.” your boyfriend said and you smiled before your turn and face him . “i love you too.” kiyoomi gives you one last apologetic glance before he leaves and that was the last time you thought you’d see him that night.

at almost 12 AM you woke up to kiyoomi rubbing your shoulder and calling your name. “y/n, wake up i have something for you.” your vision was blurred and distorted from the darkness of your room.

rubbing your eyes didn’t help much with your sight but your boyfriend noticed this and turned the bedside lamp on. “babe here,” he whispers as he grabs your hands to help you sit up. “what is it?” you said, your voice raspy.

“i have something to show you, come on.” he urges you once more and you finally process that you’re awake and agree to follow him.

the tall dark haired male leads you by your intertwined hands out of your bedroom and to the patio in your backyard.

you gasp almost immediately at the sight. “when did you have time to do this?” you ask as your hand slips out of his and you inch towards the beautiful setup on the patio.

there were string lights hanging around the backyard and your eyes were lit up in awe. “when i got home and you were asleep,” he tells you and you frown at kiyoomi before pulling him into a hug.

“i love you, you know that right?” you say before placing a kiss on to his soft cheek. “i would hope so,” he squints and his soft lips meet your forehead. “i love you too,” he smiles “and this is my apology for missing date night. i wanted to make it up to you.” he explains while grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the little dinner set up.

as the two of you sat down you continued to stared at the set up in shock. there were some of your favorite meals and appetizers, along with snacks you loved. “wow you went all out!” you mused reaching for a snack.

“do you forgive me?” kiyoomi asked, sliding his hand out of yours and to your thigh. “we’ll see,” you shrug while taking a bite out of your treat. “we’ll see?” he repeated back to you confused.

“yeah, we’ll see how the rest of the night plays out.”

needless to say the rest of the night plays out well. so well in fact, you wake up the next morning in nothing but kiyoomi’s shirt. before you, he wakes up and sees the marks left down his chest in the mirror before he heads in for practice.

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[miyasins]

pussy enthusiast! sakusa kiyoomi who’s laid on his back, eagerly squeezing the fat of your thighs that’s perched on either side of his head as you teasingly lower your hips on his awaiting mouth, your fingers carding through the mess of his curls before giving it a harsh tug.

a satisfied moan grumbling from his throat as your juices finally hit his tongue, his grip on you tightening before nuzzling his face into your drooling pussy, tongue easily slipping between your wet folds to drink in your tangy nectar.

he’s a messy eater when it comes to you, juices running down his chin while his mind is only clouded with lust, his neglected cock twitching and straining against his dress pants. but all he’s thinking about is how much he wants to feel your cunt clenching down on his tongue and fingers, wants to hear your desperate moans as you grind your sweet pussy on his face.

he’s got his tongue flattened against your clit, let’s you ride in irregular jerks as he’s slipping two slender fingers in your sloppy entrance, thrusting them in a fast pace before he’s sucking on your puffy clit, tongue swirling around it while your high pitched whines grow louder and then he’s quickening his pace, eager to have you squirt your juices in his mouth.

sometimes sakusa is nasty about it, obnoxious slurps echoing the room when he’s eating you out, fingers squelching as he presses against the spongy spot inside you. sometimes he full on makes out with your pussy on his stomach while he’s humping the pillow between his legs, and sometimes he has a bruising grip on your thighs as he makes you bounce on his tongue like you would with his cock. it’s not his fault he’s just so addicted to your sweet little pussy that he can’t help but throw all cautions out the window.

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[taeyamayang]

MINE.

❀ MSBY sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader

❀ themes/tags: fluff | romance | i was having a brainrot im sorry | timsekip! | established relationship | friends to lovers

ㅡsakusa kiyoomi loves in private but that doesn't mean he's afraid to show you off.

not proofread. forgive me if there are mistakes will fix them soon. also, it's my first time to write for him agh!

you arrived a bit... early.

apparently from your standpoint which is the entrance of the arena, your claim is simply an understatement. you are the first person to arrive. as a matter of fact you're the first person in line for ticket check.

"are you...(y/n)?" the staff controlling the line to the entrance has taken interest in your identity rather than your ticket in his hand.

"yes. why?" you ask, uncertain of how he knows your name.

"hm, i need you step aside for a moment." he shoots you a small smile before turning his head to where other staff are gathered. he shouts. "someone call Sato, he needs to assist a lady right here!" the group of staff nodded before briskly walking away.

you observe the ticket master takes, rips, stamps a logo on a person's inner wrists, and gives their tickets back precisely like he has done this for years. he didn't question any of them, heck he didn't even spare more than a second looking at their faces unlike what he did to you which brings you in wonder.

"am i in trouble?" you ask.

"no." he side glances you for a moment before returning his focus back to his job.

"then why am i being on hold?" you didn't want to irk him by asking too many questions but he's isn't supplying you with answers that will keep you at ease.

he halts mid-air, holding a stamp in hand as he looks at you with a confused face like you uttered a statement that was too far-fetched.

"he didn't tell you?" he cocks a brow before pressing the stamp on the skin of the person waiting in line. his eyes still on you.

"who's 'he'?" the more you question the deeper the crease between his eyebrow becomes.

are you supposed to know everyone in this arena? sure, you have watched games here a couple of times but that doesn't mean you know everything that goes on in their system. he could at least let you on with a bit of information.

the ticketing master shifts his vision to the person approaching behind you. he hums.

"hm, worry not. sato's here. he will assist you inside." you don't even know who sato is but you nodded like you understood what he met. he speaks to the boy catching his breath. "she's (y/n)."

"yes! i know her face. he made sure i remember her." the man wearing a laced id with his last name, Sato, printed on it chuckles. at the corner of his laminated identification card is a job title.

"VIP staff" you read with your eyes.

"I'll lead you to your seat." Sato gestures you follow him inside.

without saying a word, even though you're dubious of what is going on, you trail behind him. he walks down a fleet of stairs, looking through his shoulder from time to time to check you.

he stops right before the barricade separating the blue and red chairs. the blue chairs dominate the arena. it's tiered starting from the barricade to the exit doors while the red chairs are numbered. it is in equal footing with the floor of the court, placed right next to the team's corner.

"you can choose whatever seat you want but i suggest you go for the one over there. that's the nearest seat to MSBY and the view there is amazing." sato directs you with full smile.

"there must be a mistake. i have a regular ticket." you decided to speak up, showing him your stub but he waves it off.

"everyone gets a regular ticket whether you buy it online or over the counter. the red chairs or the vips are per request." as sato explains the more confused you get.

"i didn't request a vip seat." you reply.

"yes, you didn't but MSBY Sakusa did." As he mentions your boyfriend's name your lids peel off and gradually everything make sense.

"i didn't know." you said in a hushed tone.

"oh! it must be a surprise!" sato claps his hands enthusiastically but you, on the other hand, is horrified of the situation.

your eyes scan the vip section only to recognize a couple of faces. celebrities, influencers, bloggers, daughters from prominent families, and so on. and you look at yourselfㅡplain white shirt tucked in a high waisted jeans. slung over your shoulder is a signature bag that took Sakusa ages for you to accept. a bag priced thrice as a regular one is a no-no for you but your boyfriend argued that it's reasonable because it's your first birthday with him (although, you have spent countless birthdays with him it was as a friend and not as a lover. he thought dating you will give him the right to spoil you with gifts). you are not prepared for this situation. you wish you pulled your best top out of your closet or caked your face with make up.

"make yourself comfortable, i'll be at entrance C if you need anything." Sato says as he walks back up.

"wait, Sato." you stop him and he turns. "is it okay if i move seats and by that i mean up there, in those blue ones?" sato pauses for a moment before he replies.

"course! you can take whatever seat you want." he offers you a gentle smile before walking out.

knowing that famous individuals that will sit next to you gives you anxiety. you don't want to be put alongside with people whom you constantly feel like you have to adjust yourself just so you could appear admirable in their eyes. you wish to spare yourself of headache. albeit, all you want to do is to enjoy you boyfriend's game and cheer for him.

with much thought, you make your way up to the blue seats. you settle in the last seat in a row and immediately pulls your phone out of your pocket. you snap a picture of the court from where you are and sends it to your boyfriend. you type in "here." before clicking send.

a few seconds to a minute, a check appears next to your message. a note that tells you he has seen it. you didn't bother waiting for his reply as you already that at this point he and his team are preparing for the match. so, you zip your phone in your bag and relax your back on the seat.

a chattering noise accompanied by steps coming from the stairs is heard as two girls wearing a Bokuto and Sakusa jersey appears. they sit next to you, giddy about the upcoming match. the other girl which is sitting farther from you notices you.

"who are you cheering for?" she asks, cheeks turning red the moment you met eyes with her. she's probably hesitant to start a conversation with a stranger but since you're stuck with them (because you're sitting in the last seat of the row) she ought to make friends with you.

"MSBY." you simply state.

"who in MSBY?" she asks.

"Sakusa Kiyoomi." the other girl turns and instantly her face lights up at the mention of her idolㅡobviously, as she's wearing his jersey.

"Oh my god! you like him too?!" she gasps, leaning to your side.

"like" is a funny word. you don't just like him, you are in love with him. you have loved him for years even before he became a professional volleyball player. you were his friend and ally, mostly when you join forces into jesting or pushing other people's buttons. your admiration for him goes beyond Sakusa as a volleyball player. you like him as the person you share breakfast with or the grumpy old man he turns to when the room gets too messy to his liking. you like him when he's unable to decipher how to bake a chocolate cake or how to callout a neighboor that's too loud. you like him in many ways others couldn't.

nonetheless, you nod to the girl and as she squeals her friend taps on her shoulder as she points to the court. "they're here!"

both you and your boyfriend's fan turn your eyes to where she is pointing. there you see his team walking from the dugout. you spot him behind the three: hinata, bokuto, and miya. contrary to the three men who never run out of energy, he walks behind them calmly almost like he's bored. as soon as he steps in the court his eyes scan the audience.

he's looking for you.

he squints to search for your face and when his piercing eyes sees you, you swear to the sky and below that you felt your whole body shiver in fear. he tilts his head to the side as he narrows his eyes at you then he jogs his way to the team's coach. they exchanged a few words and after a nod from his coach, he's on his way to you.

your throat runs dry when his long legs skip the barricade separating the court and the red seats and the red seats to the blue seats. the two girls next to you jumps in their seats in excitement as they watch Sakusa climb the stairs towards their direction.

you turn your head to the side, away from the stairs and to the two girls with owl-like eyes anticipating the volleyball player. you cover your pathetic face with one hand and after a while you feel a daunting presence next to you. he didn't do anything, he just stands and looks at you through his bottom lashes.

"hey, hey, MSBY Sakusa is here! i thought you like him? come on this is a one time opportunity!" the girl next to you wearing your boyfriend's jersey scream-shouts. thanks to her support now you're melting in embarrassment.

Sakusa clears his throat and it's about time for you tear your hand away from your face. you shoot him a sheepish smile as his brows meet at the center of his forehead.

"why are you sitting here?" your voice hitches as his cold tone reaches you.

"i, uh... heh." you purse your lips into a tight smile.

"did sato not assist you? i made sure he remembers your name and face. i reserved a seat for you at the vip section." he arches a brow. at this point, the two girls next to you are watching the events unfold with their mouths hanging. they didn't expect this at all, and it's clear with how they look.

"listen, omi. i don't want to sit there." your mention of his first name, no, his nickname had the girl sitting next to you gasp loudly in shock. her friend cupped her hand over her mouth to stop her.

"and why?" sakusa challenges as he bends his back down to match with your height. he anchors his hand on the backrest of the seat in front of you and the other on your seat. you are completely caged, trapped between his spreadout arms.

"i don't want to sit next to celebrities looking like this! we both have many things in common but we surely share the same level of hostility towards people, especially famous entitled ones. you know this."

the amphitheater is beggining to swarm with people. you and sakusa have gained a number of head turns and even some of them took a quick photo of him. the least you want right now is attention but your conversation with your boyfriend isn't ending any time soon.

"i don't even know who those celebrities are." He pauses, then adds. "i want to see your face up close when i play, baby." he never calls you with that pet name, ever. not in public places, not in front of friends, but always when he needs something from you.

"baby, can you cook me dinner?"

"you look so good. do you have spare time, baby?

"oh, come on, baby, cuddle with me won't you?"

it's totally fine when it's just the two of you in a room but when he says it with ears nearby you can't help but succumb to his request just to end the embarrassment. when he sees you slowly sinking into your seat, he already knows.

he has won.

sakusa offers a hand to guide you to the vip section but you look at him, head slowly shaking to the sides.

"you don't have to do that."

"i insist." a cheeky grin plays on his lips as he continues. "quick, you don't want everyone's eyes on us, don't you?"

hence, with a long sigh and a quick grab on his hand you flees you out of your seat like a knight saving his princess. you give the two kind girls a swift nod as a way of saying goodbye and in return they stick their thumb out, eyes still wide as a deer in headlights.

as you tail behind sakusa with your hands intertwined, you pull him back gently so he can stop and wait for you.

"you're doing this on purpose. you're enjoying my flustered face. i know you, omi." you say through your teeth and for the nth time today he catches you off guard by leaning in to the side of your face. he turns his head towards you just enough for you to feel his lips brushing against your ears.

"let me show you off." he whispers.

"i thought you said you hate attention." you reply, swallowing in air as you feel a growing grin against the shell of your ears.

"i do but i'm letting them know you're mine."

title's not the best lol but thanks for reading! hope ya like it ;)

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[minarixx]

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫'𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐞 ✯ 𝐊.𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚

"𝙁𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙮, 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮"

PAIRING. Sakusa Kiyoomi x f!Reader

CONTENT. angst

The olympic volleyball player, Sakusa Kiyoomi finds himself grappling with the complexities of his relationship with Y/N as it becomes public knowledge.

WC. 1.3K

A/N. Release this song for streaming alr Taylor.

Masterlink - Songs Unwritten

𝓣he sunlit stadium buzzed with excitement as the much-anticipated volleyball tournament unfolded before a cheering crowd. The spacious arena boasted a grand design, with towering stands that could accommodate thousands of enthusiastic fans. The atmosphere was electric, with vibrant colors adorning the venue, reflecting the energy and spirit of the event.

The central focus of the stadium was the immaculately prepared volleyball court, situated at the heart of the action. Its pristine surface, made of smooth, polished wood, gleamed under the radiant floodlights. The boundaries of the court were marked with bold, contrasting lines, providing clear demarcation for the players and ensuring fair play.

On either side of the court, towering electronic scoreboards loomed large, displaying the current match score, set information, and timers, ensuring that no fan missed a moment of the thrilling encounters. Enormous high-definition screens were strategically positioned around the stadium, broadcasting close-up shots of the players and captivating slow-motion replays, further enhancing the spectator experience.

The stadium was divided into different sections, each designated for different categories of spectators. The VIP section, with its plush seating and impeccable service, catered to prominent figures from the sporting world, celebrities, and high-ranking officials. The regular seating area, stretching across multiple levels, offered comfortable chairs with ample legroom, ensuring a pleasant viewing experience for the enthusiastic fans. In one of these seats was Y/N L/N. 

And in the court, among them stood Sakusa, a talented volleyball athlete whose dreams were woven into each powerful spike. But beneath his cold exterior lay a shadow of doubt, a fear that threatened to unravel the fragile connection he shared with the girl who held his heart, Y/N. 

Their love had blossomed amidst the thunderous applause and echoing cheers of the volleyball arena. The court had been their sanctuary, where they exchanged glances filled with unspoken promises and whispered sweet nothings in the midst of practice sessions. But as their relationship deepened, so did Sakusa's apprehension about revealing their love to the public.

Their paths crossed during a brief break, as they both reached for water bottles at the vending machine. Y/N mustered the courage to strike up a conversation, her voice laced with genuine interest.

"Great game out there! Your spikes are impressive," she complimented, her eyes twinkling with admiration.

Sakusa turned to face her, a charming smile that was covered by his mask but you could still see the outline of. His gaze met hers, and in that moment, something unspoken passed between them.

"Thank you," he replied, his voice cold but his tone with gratitude. "Do you play volleyball yourself?"

Y/N's laughter danced on the breeze as she shook her head, a playful glint in her eyes.

"No, I'm just here to enjoy the game and cheer on the players. But who knows, maybe I'll give it a try someday."

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, as if they had known each other for years. They shared stories, dreams, and the occasional witty banter that drew smiles and laughter from both of them.

Days turned into weeks, and their bond grew stronger with each passing encounter. The whispers of an undeniable connection filled the air, igniting a flame of hope within Y/N's heart. Sakusa, too, felt an inexplicable pull towards her, as if they were two puzzle pieces meant to fit together.

One evening, as they sat together on the beach, watching the sun dip below the horizon, Sakusa turned to Y/N with a glimmer of excitement in his eyes.

"Y/N, I have something important to tell you," he began, his voice tinged with anticipation. "I promise you, soon, I will announce our relationship to the world. I want everyone to know how much you mean to me."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, overwhelmed with a mixture of joy and anticipation. She had waited for this moment, for Sakusa to embrace their love publicly, to stand up for their relationship.

But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Y/N found herself tangled in a web of empty promises. The whispers of lies grew louder, circulating among their circle of friends and acquaintances. The announcement Sakusa had promised remained nothing more than a distant dream.

Y/N's heart grew heavy with disappointment, her trust eroding with each passing day. She longed for the validation, for Sakusa to fulfill his word and show the world they were together.

Y/N, with her infectious smile and fiery spirit, was unafraid to showcase their affection to the world. She longed for Sakusa to stand proudly by her side, to declare their love to the world without hesitation. But his reluctance to do so left her feeling unseen and unimportant, an invisible figure in the shadows of his ambitions. 

During this match however, rumors swirled through the air, like seagulls riding the wind, spreading their wings of deception. They whispered of a love shared between Y/N and Sakusa, a relationship hidden behind closed doors. As the gossip reached Sakusa's ears, his heart sank. He had hoped to shield Y/N from the harsh realities of public scrutiny, believing that by keeping their love secret, he could protect her from the judgments of others. But the whispers had grown louder, the rumors more persistent, weaving their way into the fabric of their lives.

Y/N's heart ached as she overheard a group of girls conversing nearby. Their voices dripped with disdain, their words weaving a tapestry of hurtful assumptions.

"Did you hear? Sakusa would never date someone as plain looking as her," one of the girls sneered.

"Of course not. He's way out of her league. He's way better off with a Victoria Secret Supermodel," another chimed in, her laughter echoing like shards of broken glass.

The volleyball tournament came to a close, leaving behind a flurry of emotions and weary bodies. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the players and their supporters gathered for the much-anticipated after-party. It was meant to be a celebration of their achievements, a moment of camaraderie. But for Y/N, it would become an evening of isolation and heartbreak.

The room buzzed with laughter and animated conversations, the air filled with a mix of triumph and relief. But amidst the lively atmosphere, Y/N stood on the outskirts, a mere shadow amidst the revelry. The whispers of the rumors still haunted the room, their echoes drowning out her attempts to find solace.

Sakusa, lost in a sea of conflicting emotions, struggled to navigate the space between his love for Y/N and the pressures from the public and his managers. He knew he had let her down, allowing the rumors to drive a wedge between them. Yet, the fear of jeopardizing his career kept him at bay, caught between the love he felt for Y/N and the image he was expected to uphold.

Y/N's heart ached as she watched Sakusa move through the crowd, mingling effortlessly with others. The smile that once brightened her world now seemed distant and unattainable. Her insecurities gnawed at her, pushing her to the edge of despair.

Summoning all her courage, Y/N approached Sakusa in a secluded corner, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and longing.

"Sakusa, please," she implored, her eyes pleading for him to understand. "I can't bear to be ignored any longer. I need you to choose me, to stand up for us, despite what the public and your managers might say."

Sakusa's gaze wavered, torn between the woman he loved and the world he knew. The weight of his indecision etched lines of torment upon his face. He reached out, his hand hesitating in mid-air, but ultimately withdrew.

"I wish it were that simple, Y/N," he whispered, his voice tinged with resignation. "But I don't want to lose everything I've worked for. I'm sorry."

The words landed heavily on Y/N's heart, a final blow to the hope she had clung to. Tears welled up in her eyes as she turned away, the weight of rejection pressing down upon her like an iron cloak.

As the party continued, Y/N remained a distant observer, her smiles forced and hollow. She watched as Sakusa mingled with adoring fans and accepted the accolades from his teammates. But with each passing moment, the emptiness within her grew, a void where their love once thrived.

©Minarixx 2023 - please don't copy, repost or translate without my knowledge credit or permission.

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[saintkeiji]

11:48 / SAKUSA KIYOOMI

letting you into his apartment was precisely the conundrum sakusa wasn’t expecting himself to let go of.

he preferred his privacy over others, especially with those he dated–often suggesting to go over to their place instead of his.

it simply wasn’t a reason of his apartment being filthy. if anything, it’s the exact opposite. those friends of his, when they first met you, had joked that he was a germaphobe that disliked the idea of letting others into the confines of his home. rather, letting you into his apartment meant that you were officially part of his life, letting you roam freely in the sanctuary he felt most like himself.

because you were his.

now, sakusa preferred you to be here with him. he liked the idea of you waiting for him in his bed, or you humming an al green song in the kitchen early in the morning and wearing his shirt from the night before.

you and sakusa had just come back from filling your stomachs to the brim with brunch foods and bottomless mimosas. while admiring your boyfriend in the midst of the crowded breakfast diner, you couldn’t help but notice the way he swiped the curling dark brown lock from his forehead as he ate.

it was then you had the groundbreaking idea of cutting his hair for him.

you were only half-joking when you mentioned it to him, expecting a chuckle and a firm rejection of the offer, but it seemed as if he was genuinely okay with it.

“where’s your shaver?” you asked as you bent down, shuffling through his messy sink cabinet. “is that what it’s called?”

“how am i supposed to trust you in cutting my hair if you don’t even know the proper name for it?” sakusa hums, teasingly, broad shoulder leaning against the door frame.

you feign a roll of your eyes, scouring the cabinet before letting out an inaudible cheer. grabbing the clippers, you stand up and close the cabinet doors. you wave the tool in your hand like a trophy.

“it can’t be worse, honestly.” you say, making a double take on the curly mess of a mop on his head. “okay, take off your shirt.”

sakusa’s eyes widened you slightly, making a face with it. he knew what you meant, but the tease force itself out between his lips before he could stop himself. “there are easier ways to ask for sex, you know.”

“that’s not what i meant,” you rolled your eyes for real this time. you couldn’t avoid the way your cheeks heated up as he complies.

in one swift movement, sakusa pulled his shirt off his body. you had to hold yourself back from repeating last night’s activities of wandering hands all over his milky smooth skin as he did so. you swear you could still see the faint scratch marks of your nails just below his shoulder blades.

you smirk to yourself when he seated himself upon the tiny stool you dragged into the cramped bathroom. he was low enough to just be at the height of your shoulders as he stares at you through the mirror. eyes steady and almost admiring each and every movement you make.

sakusa watched as you pick up a pair of scissors, watched as you had the slightest frown of concentration on your face, watched as your carefully looked at each lock to snip off.

your hand rested on his shoulder, thumb drawing a slow but gentle line from the nape of his neck until it reached his hair.

sakusa allowed himself to relax into your touch, feeling each and every soothing point of contact as his eyes closed.

when he opened his eyes, his gaze met yours through the mirror. he had to fight the urge to turn around and kiss you right then and there. but you broke the connection to focus back onto his hair.

your movements were methodical as you started trimming. sakusa was too busy watching the way your eyebrows furrow in the slightest way or to how cute he found your tongue peeking out from the corner of your lip to notice you were finished.

his fixation was pulled from him when you stepped back and met his gaze again through the reflection.

sakusa’s hair was short enough to barely noticeable, but was functionally better. the dark brown curls were away from his eyes and forehead.

“there,” you murmur, hand combing through his hair slowly.

sakusa leaned his head back against your torso, sliding a hand behind him and curling his fingers around the back of your knee.

“now i can see your handsome face again.”

#SCREAMING #based off of that one scene in olivie blake’s alone with you in the ether cause i fucking LOVE that book #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenario #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa oneshot #sakusa x reader #sakusa fluff #sakusa scenario #msby sakusa #hq sakusa #sakusa drabble

[90skiyoomi]

priceless

rich!sakusa kiyoomi x f!reader

sakusa kiyoomi, one of the wealthiest man, and his most prized possession.

fluff

a/n: no proofreading. i finishing writing this at 5:54am and i'm exhausted so i'm pretty sure it's quite messy but i hope you enjoy this!

sakusa kiyoomi isn't the kind of person to flaunt his wealth but from the way he dresses himself, and the way he does things, even the smallest thing like walking, you know that man is wealthy.

he isn't much of a spender when it comes to himself. he has, however, indulged in spending millions on a nice penthouse right in the middle of the bustling nyc. he owns one fancy matte black lamborghini but that's about how far he would go to spending on himself. maybe a few nice suits here and there for formal parties that his parents basically dragged him to, and galas to raise funds for charities, you won't see sakusa spending a lot.

unless it comes to you.

how you both met still astounds him (and you) till this day. you remember working at a small local cafe near your university to make some extra cash as allowance as you didn't want to burden your parents more financially, not after they paid for your degree fully with their hard earned money.

it's not like your family was poor. in fact, your parents make a decent amount of money to feed all the children in the house, having plenty of extra money laying around. but being the oldest, you've grown to be more independent than the rest of your siblings, lessening the burden on your parents whenever you can.

it was just a normal day at the cafe. as you wipe down the round wooden table and clearing all the cups that was left by the people that were just sitting here, you heard the bell ringing, signaling that a customer had just walked in.

"hi, welcome to cafe du monde," you greeted the tall man.

he must have been at least 6'2, you thought to yourself, as a shadow casted in front of you when he walked towards the counter.

you quickly took the basket with all the dirty cups behind the counter, washed your hands with soap and drying it with the paper towel nearby before making your way to the counter to take his order.

"one cafe au lait and a butter croissant please," his voice ringed in your ears.

you keyed in his order into the POS system.

"that would be $7. how would you like to pay?"

"by credit card," he chimed monotonously, handing you a centurion american express card.

you swiped his card and you handed him his card and a receipt.

"take a seat. i will bring your order over to you once it's ready!" you said, in your best "customer service" voice.

he nodded and walked to the furthest and quietest corner of the cafe.

you watched amusingly as this tall figure made his way to his seat, mentally slapping yourself for gawking at him like his your next meal before preparing his order.

you handed his coffee and pastry and he returned a quiet thank you, before going back to whatever he was doing on his phone.

little did you know, he was texting his cousin, komori, about this petite waitress (an exaggeration because has he seen how he towers over basically everything) that just served him and how he was internally freaking out, and how his heart skipped a beat when you accidentally brushed your finger against him when you pass him back his card.

and your smile.

what was this feeling? he thought.

sakusa was not only good-looking, he was so filthy rich that he had girls swarming him at every event he's been to. we're talking about girls that were so pretty that they could be runway models. so why did a regular waitress at a small local cafe managed to make him feel this way?

he was so lost in his thoughts that he lost track of time, not noticing how late it was. he finish the last sip of his coffee and made his way out, not forgetting to slip his number to you over the counter with a cheesy "hi, i think you're really pretty."

you ended your shift shortly after and decided to text him. i mean, a handsome man that seemed like he was molded by god himself gave you his number. it's as if you have just sturck the lottery, you thought.

"hey stranger"

sent.

you facepalmed yourself and cringed at the message that you just sent to him.

"hey you" your phone chimed a few seconds after.

that was the start of many conversations you both shared.

life works in a very funny way because 5 years later, the both of you were celebrating your 4th year anniversary.

remember how sakusa doesn't flaunt his wealth or even spend too much on himself?

throughout your entire relationship with him, you can count the amount of times you actually paid for things with just both your hands.

the number of times where he sneaks your wallet out of your already packed bag and place it somewhere high at the shared apartment (more like his apartment) so that he could pay for you because "you can't seemed to find your wallet anywhere"

the number of times where he basically dragged you into balenciaga and prada because "he wanted to check out some new collections" only for him to pick things out specifically and specifically for you.

the number of times where you tried to sneakily pay for the meal while he's in the washroom freshening himself up, only to find out that the bill has already been paid for.

his deceiving stoic look as you know how much of a softie he is when it comes to you.

he treats you with so much care, throwing some banters here and there as he teases you about how you should just be his personal housewife and go shopping with the sub-card that he gave you 1 year into your relationship and let him be the one working. you always laugh at his comment, saying how you can't just throw away your degree just so he can have an excuse to spend more money on you.

you can't say that you hate that he's pampering you this way, because you knew his love language was gift giving. it's just that you want to be able to pamper him too with your hard earned money (which you do, whenever you can).

"happy 4th year anniversary, baby" he coos, as he cut another piece of A5 miyazaki wagyu steak in a restaurant that he fully booked so that the both of you can enjoy your evening together.

"happy 4th anniversary, omi" you smiled.

sakusa kiyoomi doesn't flaunt his wealth but you were his prized possession.

and he would trade anything to be with you over and over again.

and he would do anything to be able to flaunt you to the whole world

#haikyuu au #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu sakusa #sakusa x reader #sakusa x you #sakusa comfort #sakusa fluff #sakusa scenarios #sakusa fic #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa drabble #sakusa headcanons #sakusa imagines #sakusa kyoomi headcanons #sakusa kyoomi x reader #sakusa oneshot #sakusa x y/n

[kitashousewife]

not just for kids

an: happy october! i am gonna make some halloween-ish fics i think. here is the first one!

pairing: timeskip!sakusa x fem!reader

warnings: food mention, candy mention, sakusa being a party pooper, fluff, lowercase intentional

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"just turn off the lights, this is stupid," sakusa groans, flopping himself onto the living room couch. "there's plenty of other houses in the neighborhood."

"so what omi! come on, it's our first halloween here! i want to be the fun house," you plead, holding the first of many bowls of candy in your arms. "besides, it's only 7:00. they've barely even started!"

with a dramatic groan, sakusa attempts to throw a pillow at you. he isn't going down without a fight.

sakusa hates halloween. he always has. even when he was younger, he didn't care too much for it. he isn't the biggest fan of sweets, staying up later than he needs to, and especially hates costumes of any kind. it isn't just the night itself. oh no, he hates it all. the movies, the pumpkin carving, the endless parties.

he sat through two hours of pumpkin carving last night, carving the most basic jack-o-lantern face possible into his. it took him ten minutes. the rest of the time he watched you use the tiniest, cheapest knife he's ever seen, from the kit you just had to have, making the most intricate design. he only sat through that because he was very entertained at the furrowed brows, extreme concentration, and delicate work you did on the dumb vegetable.

he also just really loves you.

"don't be so lame, kiyoomi!" you shout from your front door. "why do you hate this! you don't even have to say anything,"

he flips through channels on the tv, rolling his eyes at every station. does everyone have to play some stupid halloween movie?

"why would i be excited about handing out candy to kids, let alone candy that we bought. and they're getting it for free."

you huff, stomping over to the living room where your husband is sprawled out, clearly set on not moving any time soon. you grab the remote and shut off the tv.

"babe, i was-"

"please, kiyoomi! just for an hour? after that, i promise you can go sit down," you plead, giving him the best fake pout you can muster up. he rolls his eyes, standing up as slow as he can. you clap your hands together, pulling him by the arm to place a kiss on his cheek. "i owe you, so big. i promise, just an hour,"

"trust me, you're only getting an hour. then i'm going to bed."

shuffling over towards the front door, you flick on the porch light and wait. sakusa fights the grin that comes onto his face. you're so excited, rocking back and forth on your feet. he finds it adorable, but he's really trying to get out of this.

"what's so fun about this, anyway?"

you gasp. "everything! the decorations, everyone is so happy and excited. and the best part is," you grab the candy bowl in preparation. "the costumes!"

"that's the worst part."

"i'm talking about the kids! it's so cute, kiyoomi! i remember being so excited to dress up, i begged my mom every day to let me wear my costume."

he snorts. "whatever makes you happy, sweetheart.”

you peek through the window and squeal when you see your first group of trick or treaters coming up to the door.

"move omi! here they come!"

he steps to the side, wincing as the doorbell rings. that's going to get old.

you open the door, beaming as all the children shout "trick or treat!" you coo at them and reach into the bowl, grabbing the biggest handfuls of candy that you can. sakusa wants to stop you, wants to warn you that this is the first group, but it's no use.

"what do we have here? a dinosaur, a princess, and what are you?" you bend down to their level, and the kids smile wide at you. one boy looks at you with a toothy grin, and points to his chest. "i'm superman!"

you laugh. "that is so cool! i love it. enjoy you guys!" you wave at the parents, and as the kids run down the steps, you hear another group approach them.

"now that you gave away half the candy, let's just wait for a bit,"

"shush omi! awh, look at them!"

he sighs and looks at the kids. it looks like siblings, one girl and one boy. the girl looks to be some superhero of some kind, and the boy looks like a lion. he will admit, they're pretty cute.

"wait for your brother!" sakusa looks up and sees what looks like the parents waving at their kids. the boy and girl stop, and wobbling behind them is another little boy, no older than a toddler.

his costume?

a MSBY jersey, number 15. he's wearing little kneepads over his tights, and even has arm sleeves. by the time he reaches his siblings, you have already dropped candy in their buckets. sakusa comes into the doorframe and bends down.

"oh my god omi! look, he's you!"

sakusa can't stop staring. it's the cutest thing he's ever seen. without a second thought, he swipes the bowl out of your hands and dumps it into the toddlers bucket. the boy is a little too young to understand, but his siblings cheer.

"you win for best costume, bud."

giving the smallest thank you he's ever heard, the boy wobbles back down to his family. the parents wave, kneeling down to the boy with excitement. as you shut the door behind you, you can't help but smirk.

"now that you gave away half of the candy," you mock, and his cheeks turn pink.

"oh please. i know how much candy you bought. we have enough for 50 more of those bowls."

you walk over to his spot next to the door and pull him down for a kiss.

"halloween isn't so bad, huh?"

he kisses you again and smirks.

"it's fine. hey, do you think there will be more volleyball costumes?”

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[blueparadis]

▏spaces in between ▏s.kiyoomi ▏

CWs— bodyguard au , fwb tropes, female anatomy, smut, she/her pronouns, mutual masturbation, branding, cunnilingus, dub-con, orals. word count — 1.1k

precis — your brother, Hanma Shuji recruits a watch dog for you when you're back in town after years.

NOTES — this is for @luvbladez ’s all suited up collab and sizzling sextember self collab event.

+ links section + tags— @kentoangel

The weather was warm and the sunlight was bearable today. Clouds seem to be a little playful today since you were bestowed with shade every now and then. You could have booked a cab, but it is just a five-minute walk from your brother's home to the office.

The moment you stepped into the huge building a tall, well-built stature blocked your way. Looking up, you noticed a boy with wide-almond eyes with two flawlessly symmetrical moles on the side right side of his forehead.

A new face. The last time when you visited there was a different bodyguard. You secretly thanked Shuji for choosing such a handsome face this time. His hair was gelled back yet you could tell he had curly hair since those thin curled hair near his descending hairline was evident.

“Ma’am, could you please step aside?”

Of course, how would he know that you're the sister of CEO of the company, Hanma Shuji’s sister? You parted your red lips yet hesitated to speak. What if he doesn't come to know? What if you were just a mere visitor? Wouldn't that be fun?

“Raise your hands, ma'am.”, he barked and it suggested that he was getting impatient.

“Like this.”, you mumbled almost curling your arms around his broad shoulders. It was indeed a great choice that you decided to wear his. You thought he would inform the security of your misbehavior but he didn't.

He inspected you. The device roamed all over your body barely grazing your skin. There was flickering eye contact when he was done.

“There you are.”, and you immediately recoiled back recognizing Shuji’s voice. “Why do I bother buying you a phone if you do not use it?” The urge to have a glance at that boy was tempting but Hanma would deduce all of your mischievous ploy.

Hanma swings his hand pointing toward the man behind you. “Meet him. Sakusa Kiyoomi. He is your bodyguard as long as you plan to stay here”,

“Wait, so you did not fire your bodyguard?”

“UH-AH!”, Hanma nods his head sideways. “Secretary with special skills, y/n”, you rolled your eyes at his response. Wait, does that mean he knew me already? And played along with me?

As the realization hit you, you turned around to look at him, finding nothing but a slight curve at the corner of his lips. Fuck. Sakusa enjoyed it. In his whole career, no one has dared to pull that kind of stunt before. He is hired more for females rather than males. It is his clean reputation of not having any record of misbehavior or affair. He works for short tenures but yours was a rare case.

It has been more than a year since you visited your brother. Everything has changed so drastically that without Sakusa you had trouble knowing the city lanes. Well, you were always accompanied by Hanma but he can’t tuck you in his pocket everywhere he goes. He has a job to do, a company to run.

Sakusa was flawless. Punctual. Neat and handsome. When you read his file you were taken aback by his clean career like a brand new slate, with no stroke of any kind of chalky behavior. But his silence, his obedience was becoming quite annoying and so you tried to stir this awful pool of silence by a pebble of thought.

You ran your hands through the row of floral dresses murmuring, “Did you tell your boss about that day?” At first, there was a silence that made you cock your head at him.

“About what day?”, he quipped as soon as you looked at him. You parted your lips to speak but were halted by his stares. He eyed you up and down. Clearing your throat you mentioned that he has a clean reputation, why bother tainting it?

There was a party to be held this evening for various kinds of donations. Actually, it is just an occasion to make bonds with other business tycoons and to keep up the lustrous reputation of the company. You did not want to go, you wanted to enjoy long rides alone but your brother reserved a bodyguard for you. He was no less than a bounty hunter.

“My previous Bodyguard was a lot more fun. He used to take me anywhere I wanted to go, anytime I wanted to go”, that was enough. Sakusa was a cocooned man but you sure knew which string to pull to have him unwrapped, naked. He quickly pulled over and before you could protest he was already beside you holding your wrists firmly, “What do you want princess?”

Your eyes flashed from his dreamy dark pitch pupils that shone in hope to his perfectly moistened lips. Nothing needed to be told anymore. You were already on his web of charms before you knew it.

The shrill cry of cicadas was getting louder and louder as Sakusa’s lips ghosted over yours. Your mind feels all mushy when he rubbed your feminity in circles sloppily. It was getting so warm inside the car that it was getting hard to breathe.

He would not stop exploring your skin with his lips making you moan so roughly. Sometimes he bit too hard yet your sharp winces did not stop him from getting a taste of your blood.

“I’m going to be late Sakusa”, you moaned as he slides two fingers in.

“You should have thought before saying such things to me.” He quickens his pace abusing your puffy pussy lips with his long hefty fingers.

“You see, I'm a very jealous person” Now, that was something you could play with. He could feel your cum on his palm yet he continued.

While he continued his ministrations, you quickly unbuckled his belt having his cock in the display. “Fuck”, Sakusa uttered as you started to pump his cock. You were already soaking wet but giving him a hand job accelerated you enough to have you beg him.

“Do you have a condom?”, you asked but he was too drowned in his high. He was close since he was rubbing your clit so very roughly that felt his fingers so deep inside your femininity. “Ah noh!”, he managed to reply before his breathing shrugged, head thrown back having his cum all over your satin red dress.

He leaned against the car window. You sat having your legs hanging while he asked. “Should I stop by a shop? You could grab a dress and I could grab some condoms?”, breathing still ragged as he put his huge cock under his trousers and zipped it. He smirked noticing your eyes shift from his cock to him.

You looked at him blowing a kiss in his direction making him palm his face and chuckle merrily that reverberated in his ribcage so melodiously that you want to kiss him, tickle him till he grins again.

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@tokyometronetwork

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[kentolove]

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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[ashhh-14]

▨Sugar Daddy▨

Character's origin- Haikyuu

Characters- Iwazumi Hajime and Sakusa Kiyoomi

Warning- Office implications as Hajime's career, Degradation, Spanking, Choking, Dirty talk, collaring, nicknames, master/servant play, blowjob, hair pulling

Genre- ◔

Format- Preference

Word count- 478

Synopsis- Haikyuu men as your sugar daddy

Masterlist

◔Iwazumi Hajime x Reader

The man who'll get you anything you want. Showering you in expensive gifts, lavish dinners, vacations, shopping sprees, everything you want.

The bond between the two of you looks as if you're actually a couple who has been in relationship for years. He's gentle yet rough, treating you with utmost care and punishing you like you deserve after being a brat and doing something wrong. Praise comes in both ways. Gifts and him letting you pleasure him as you please. But the punishments are just as worse.

Sometimes you'd taken his lunch to his office for him when he forgot, which resulted in you being spanked, your cries ringing through the hallway from his office for wearing such a slutty dress and trying to seduce his employees.

His hands massaging the bright red skin with his big hands as if to soothe the pain only for another harsh slap to be landed on your rear. "I thought I told you to count when I spank you, you whore. Which one was it? " He'd ask, pulling your neck upward with the tie that was wrapped around your throat. "T-Twenty F-Five" You'd barely count before his length was shoved all the inside your little hole, reaching your deepest parts.

"You just wanted this didn't you? Now take it like the good little slut you are and cream all over this cock. "

◔Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader

The type to accompany you everywhere. From the jewellery store to the lingerie one. The one to get you the filthiest set of clothing that holds barely any fabric and get you to give him a good little show. A lap dance isn't so bad now is it?

The type to threaten you. How?

Just another evening when Sakusa brought yet another dress for you.

"Wear it or loose my credit card for a month princess. "

Your body came in view and soon enough a collar with a leash was wrapped around your throat.

"Get on your knees and serve your master, little maid. "

Your hands started to undo his trousers when the air was stolen away from you as he pulled on the leash, "Use your teeth. Servants don't get to touch their masters now do they? " Voice smug as you nodded, mumbling a 'Yes master' before undressing him and before long, tears brimmed yours eyes, his one hand pulling the leash as far as it can go, giving you just enough air to not black out as his other hand pulled at your hair, guiding your movements as your little mouth bobbed up and down his big shaft again and again. You were struggling to breathe when he stilled, his cock throbbing in your throat as he spilled his hot sticky release. "Good fucking maid. Only useful for pleasuring their master and his big fat cock yeah?"

Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

Written by Yours truly

Ash

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[septemberinorange]

Sakusa Drabble

Gnreader // Fluff // Just kisses from Sakusa

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"You're beautiful Kiyoomi," you mumble, pressing a kiss to his lips. A hand in his hair.

"Mhm," Sakusa manages, hand holding you close to him, finger tracing a line over your back. Your light kisses don't stop.

You return Sakusa's passionate kisses with a kiss to his mole, and another, every one of them, you hope to know them all, you hope you never stop knowing.

You wish to pick up on every stretch mark and strand of hair. You worship Sakusa's body, the curve of his hips, and the tone of his muscles.

"Fuck I love you," you whisper as Sakusa tilts your chin up and leaning down, presses a kiss to your lips.

"Come here," Sakusa lulls, you follow, shifting up, running your hips over Sakusa's for a moment. Sakusa's smile is lazy and dripped in love, he kisses your neck, holding your face.

"You've got the nicest smile," Sakusa finally muses. You stutter.

"How could I just fall more in love with you," you murmur, kissing back, loving and touching, body to body, mouth to mouth, heart to heart.

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My Writing

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[fancy-allude]

Lovestruck

Sakusa x Reader

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Sakusa was never one to be sentimental, he always faced life head on with rationality. He never did anything excessive nor unnecessary after all not much stuff interested him. Yet, strangely enough he finds himself visiting whenever he has time, if not everyday, hoping for a chance for just a glimpse of that person.

--- Flashback ---

He was waiting for his teammates for their so called meet up, staring outwardly at the grim sky calculating how it was a bad idea to stay there any longer. Just as he had thought, people were crowding in the café as the rain started to fall heavy on the ground. Luckily he was sitting in a far corner on a 2-seated table. He was starting to panic, feeling the germs in the air seeping through his space, head spinning and breaths shallow.

A young lady approaches him worried, it seemed to her that he couldn’t hear her and so she moved closer but he shrunk further in his space scared of her. Having noticed that her prescence may not have been needed, she stayed a fair distance away and tried to have her friend shoo people away in the area.

“Sorry, you just seem like you’re close to having a panic attack. I am by no means a psychologist nor a student in the profession but would you mind me helping you.”

Having noticed her standing a few distance and controlling the area so as not to get crowded, he nodded his head to at least acknowledge her efforts.

“Thank you, then can you please breathe with me slow and steady.”

He followed her rhythm and was able to calm down a bit albeit his state of mind wasn’t that stable yet for his rationality to kick in.

“Can you name 5 things you can see here?” She asked curtly, looking around to see he has enough vision to catch a glimpse of anything.

“A cup, a person, coffee beans, umbrellas, raindrops.” He says, averting his attention from the crowded lines up front.

“Now how about 4 things you can touch?”

His face scrunched having been annoyed at this person asking him another question.

“This table, the mug, this chair, the floor and that plant.” Gingerly pointing to a flower pot behind her. She giggled finding his reactions adorable in contradiction to his tone of voice.

“What about 3 things you can hear?”

His mind was starting clear, similar with the skies as the heavy rain has turned into a shower.

“Uhm, cameras clicking, people chatting and your voice.” His cheeks turning slightly red from embarrassment of having to talk about the person bothering him right now.

“2 things you can smell.” She said, proud of herself for having helped someone once more.

“Vanilla and expresso.” He says as his vision starts to focus along with his headache going away.

“Lastly, 1 thing you can taste.” She says with a soft smile on her face.

“Caramel.” He whispers softly as his body stops shaking, people have already started moving about their day as if the storm never happened.

“Good job, how are you feeling?” She questions as she checks for any signs of him going into a panic once more.

“I’m good, thanks.” Looking away, not having the courage to face her after seeing him in that state.

“That’s good to hear. By the way---“

“Sorry to interrupt but we really should get going unless you want us to be late.” Her friend comes back with a coffee in hand.

“Ah, oh yeah I forgot it’s that professor.” She says abruptly standing straight and ready to run out.

“Oh uhm, thank you for trusting me and I hope you get better soon. Bye.” They rush out to the opposite of the street as they disappear into the alleys.

His eyes wondering how lucky he was that someone was kind enough to notice him.

“Pak.”

He slaps himself on the face for that though ‘what the hell is wrong with me today.’ But as he was about to leave the place for good, he couldn’t help but think that that girl was quite cute

-------- End of Flashback -----------

After that encounter he kept coming back to that café hoping to maybe thank that stranger properly one day. But as the days passed and seasons changed he found himself hooked on a person he doesn’t even know anything about. He wasn’t sure if it was fascination or love at first sight, so he kept on waiting hoping to get an answer once he sees that person.

“Ding, ding.”

His focus was broken at the loud entrance of some college kids. He packed up his stuff and was about to leave when he heard a familiar voice in the crowd.

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