will watch his cock slip in and out of you, always mesmerized with how beautiful you look, how pretty you are. he can‘t believe how lucky he got, how you are way too good for him but you still love him back, you’re allowing him to see you like this. there is no greater heaven to him than to have you pleasure him in any way, seeing you want him just as much as he wants you. he always shows how thankful he is to a great extend, leaving you moaning and writhing under his touch, legs shaking so much you can barely feel them once he is done with you all while he praises you for being so good to him. just a man completely und utterly in love with you.
after breaking up with them because they’re too busy….part 2
featuring : daichi, sakusa, matsukawa, oikawa
includes : angst
notes : made this at 1 am bcs angst puts me to sleep (?) and im also gonna clear my drafts tomorrow let’s hope so reblogs are appreciated!!
daichi starts to miss his meals. he keeps being reminded of how you would come during his lunch hours with his forgotten lunch at home and how he always waves you off to do more work. he’s reminded of the number of times he’s stood you up for dinner and leaves before breakfast even comes around the next day. he’s reminded of how hurt you looked when he pushes you away, until you eventually do go away.
sakusa starts to drink. the thought of the arguments he’s had with you starts to fill his mind after you left and he can’t seem to stop thinking those— so he tries to forget. he tries to forget the unbearable pain he feels when he remembers the horrible things he’s said about you being needy, clingy and ruining his schedule. he tries to forget the hurt on your face the more he talked, tries to forget how done you were with him and tries to forget how you threw your engagement ring right at his face the night you left and never came back again.
matsukawastarts to drive around your neighbourhood. he’s not obsessive or anything— its just become a habit the time you’ve been together. he thinks if he drives down your doorstep, you’ll come running down and make up like you always do. that doesn’t happen though. he thinks you need time, but days turn into weeks until he realizes you’re not even looking for him anymore and that you were serious about breaking up. what hurts the most is when he finally sees your silhouette at the balcony, you’re already with someone new.
oikawa starts to miss your notifications. if he could take back one thing, it would be calling your presence a nuisance. he wished he could’ve seen that you checking up on him when he hasn’t come home was you caring for him. that when you called him up to ask what he was doing, it was you trying to spend more time with him and when you brought up how he was neglecting you, it was a way to tell him how you were feeling and trying to communicate with him. he hates when his phone rings, he’s hoping it’s you. hoping it’s one of your texts reminding him to have a good day, or telling him about what you did today. he hates that there’s not even one notification from you now and he hates how empty he feels without you.
He worries that he’s too particular, worries that the careful way he lives is a burden to the people around him, worries that he asks too much and gives too little because it’s the only thing he knows.
He wishes he could change, and he tells you that.
You pause, the dish you’ve just finished washing poised in hand, still steaming from the hot water in the sink–you’ve just cleaned it a second time, since Kiyoomi had pointed out that you missed a small spot on the bottom of the plate after the first. Water drips from the porcelain and into the basin underneath it since you’ve not yet handed it to Kiyoomi to dry.
“I know I’m hard to love,” he murmurs, effectively repeating his earlier point, “and I know it takes a lot of work.”
You put the clean plate back into the sink and turn to him, your face twisted in a look of hurt–not towards him, but forhim.
“Kiyoomi–”
He looks at you a little sheepishly from the corner of his eye, twisting the drying towel between his hands until he feels a tingle in his fingers as his circulation is hampered by the tightly wound cloth.
“–don’tever think that.”
He pauses, taken aback by how ardently you say the words. By how much he knowsyou mean them.
“Any relationship takes work, but the point is that it’s worth it. You’re worth it.” You take the towel from Kiyoomi’s fidgeting hands and use it to dry your own before setting it delicately aside–neatly folded in the way you know Kiyoomi needs it to be. “I’ve never once thought anything different; I’ve loved you from the day I met you and every day since. I barely had time to see it coming, and I’ve never ever questioned it.”
Kiyoomi feels a squeeze in his chest and a warmth in his face that he could blame on the steam curling from the sink, but he knows better.
You’vetaught him better.
You smile, stepping forward and wrapping your arms around him. He holds you back, tighter and more closely than he ever thought he’d hold anyone.
You laugh into the material of his t-shirt where your face is pressed, pulling away so you can look up at him. “So really, if you think about it, loving you is the easiest thing in the world.”
will watch his cock slip in and out of you, always mesmerized with how beautiful you look, how pretty you are. he can‘t believe how lucky he got, how you are way too good for him but you still love him back, you’re allowing him to see you like this. there is no greater heaven to him than to have you pleasure him in any way, seeing you want him just as much as he wants you. he always shows how thankful he is to a great extend, leaving you moaning and writhing under his touch, legs shaking so much you can barely feel them once he is done with you all while he praises you for being so good to him. just a man completely und utterly in love with you.
No one from MSBY has ever been to Kiyoomi’sapartment.
There are running jokes that have endured since the early days he joined the team that he lives in some sort of high-tech, military grade, climate-controlled, hypoallergenic space–with expensive ventilation and a UV sterilized airlock.
But no one really knows, in spite of the jokes they make.
He worries that he’s too particular, worries that the careful way he lives is a burden to the people around him, worries that he asks too much and gives too little because it’s the only thing he knows.
He wishes he could change, and he tells you that.
You pause, the dish you’ve just finished washing poised in hand, still steaming from the hot water in the sink–you’ve just cleaned it a second time, since Kiyoomi had pointed out that you missed a small spot on the bottom of the plate after the first. Water drips from the porcelain and into the basin underneath it since you’ve not yet handed it to Kiyoomi to dry.
“I know I’m hard to love,” he murmurs, effectively repeating his earlier point, “and I know it takes a lot of work.”
You put the clean plate back into the sink and turn to him, your face twisted in a look of hurt–not towards him, but forhim.
“Kiyoomi–”
He looks at you a little sheepishly from the corner of his eye, twisting the drying towel between his hands until he feels a tingle in his fingers as his circulation is hampered by the tightly wound cloth.
“–don’tever think that.”
He pauses, taken aback by how ardently you say the words. By how much he knowsyou mean them.
“Any relationship takes work, but the point is that it’s worth it. You’re worth it.” You take the towel from Kiyoomi’s fidgeting hands and use it to dry your own before setting it delicately aside–neatly folded in the way you know Kiyoomi needs it to be. “I’ve never once thought anything different; I’ve loved you from the day I met you and every day since. I barely had time to see it coming, and I’ve never ever questioned it.”
Kiyoomi feels a squeeze in his chest and a warmth in his face that he could blame on the steam curling from the sink, but he knows better.
You’vetaught him better.
You smile, stepping forward and wrapping your arms around him. He holds you back, tighter and more closely than he ever thought he’d hold anyone.
You laugh into the material of his t-shirt where your face is pressed, pulling away so you can look up at him. “So really, if you think about it, loving you is the easiest thing in the world.”
will watch his cock slip in and out of you, always mesmerized with how beautiful you look, how pretty you are. he can‘t believe how lucky he got, how you are way too good for him but you still love him back, you’re allowing him to see you like this. there is no greater heaven to him than to have you pleasure him in any way, seeing you want him just as much as he wants you. he always shows how thankful he is to a great extend, leaving you moaning and writhing under his touch, legs shaking so much you can barely feel them once he is done with you all while he praises you for being so good to him. just a man completely und utterly in love with you.
will watch his cock slip in and out of you, always mesmerized with how beautiful you look, how pretty you are. he can‘t believe how lucky he got, how you are way too good for him but you still love him back, you’re allowing him to see you like this. there is no greater heaven to him than to have you pleasure him in any way, seeing you want him just as much as he wants you. he always shows how thankful he is to a great extend, leaving you moaning and writhing under his touch, legs shaking so much you can barely feel them once he is done with you all while he praises you for being so good to him. just a man completely und utterly in love with you.
You are no match for a professional athlete when he’s determined to barge into your apartment. So you can only squawk indignantly when Miya Atsumu shoulders past you, unceremoniously dumping a semi-comatose Sakusa Kiyoomi onto your sofa.
“He kept asking for ya”, the blonde idiot standing on your living room rug states, making a run for it before you can even protest.
You should leave him to suffer on the sofa - which he surely will, given the way he reeks of alcohol and fried food. He deserves it after the way he stomped on your heart, crushing it beneath his feet by claiming that you were too emotionally needy, too clingy, too affectionate - too much of everything he didn’t want. Logic dictates that you should leave him to suffer, but you are far too much of a bleeding heart, so you rearrange his limbs on the sofa, tuck a cushion under his neck.
You’re in the kitchen deliberating whether to wake him up to force him to down a glass of water when you hear him calling your name, like he has a thousand times before. Your feet answer before you even think.
“Sakusa-san”, you greet him coldly as he struggles to sit up and hunches over, knees to chest.
“I miss her so much”, he tells you, head in hands, and your heart sinks like a stone as you wonder who sheis, who he’s referring to.
You are half minded to deposit him on your front door until he replies with your name again, mumbles it again and again and again, and you realise with one look at his hazy gaze - oh, this silly man crouched on your sofa like an oversized cat is yearning for you.
You’ve heard anecdotes of the MSBY boys’ quirks when drunk. Atsumu, a natural loudmouth, gets exceedingly quiet. Loud, exuberant Bokuto, falls asleep anywhere like a log and snores like a horn. Hinata gets even more hyper, bounces off walls until Meian corrals him when it’s time to go. But you’ve never heard about Kiyoomi losing himself to alcohol, at least not until now.
Reticent, remote Kiyoomi is a complete chatterbox. He slurs his way through declarations of love to you, lamenting how huge of an idiot he was to ever let you go. You listen bemusedly as he lauds your patience with him, talks fondly of the silly things you do that make him smile, affection colouring every inflection of his voice.
“D’you think I have a chance if I beg for her to take me back?”
You pretend to think, even as you take the opportunity to force him to down a cup of water and lie back down on the sofa.
“I think she might if you ask her nicely and promise a lifetime’s supply of kisses to make amends.”
He snuffles into his blanket happily before promptly falling asleep.
a/n: sakusa angst. idk what this is. no beta we die like MEN. random author updates though my pronouns are they/them! i dont really have too many tumblr moots anymore but thats necessary info. inspo from i hope your husband dies by amigo the devil
warnings: yandere behavior
genre: unrequited love, letter format
word count: 683
enjoy??
Sakusa Kiyoomi,
It’s been a long time, hasn’t it? Seems like just yesterday I was sitting on your bedroom floor, wishing I could buck up the courage to tell you how long I liked you. How infatuated I was with you. I can’t help but think about how different my life would have been if I never told you.
You made my life better, Kiyo. in every way. You managed to teach me what love was, even through that prickly exterior you have. You were way warmer than anyone could believe, and being able to climb your walls is one of my biggest achievements. With that, though, comes the regret. I regret letting you rebuild those walls again.
I’ve never felt as whole as I did when I was with you. The memories of comfort and contentment while we listened to something dripping with rich, gold tones are so very vivid. Every second I spent with you feels more intense than memories of yesterday. It’s funny, actually, the impact you had on me.
The time I spent with you is one I’ll never forget, even though it was years ago. We may have just been dumb teenagers, but that doesn’t make our love any less important. That doesn’t make us any less real. Our Saturday nights spent wandering that damn park. Our times sneaking around Tokyo, breathing in the streetlights like they were the only real thing on the planet. Our moments of peace; small nose kisses, facemasks at midnight, interlocking our arms like a black and white photo. Oh how I wish they never ended.
With as much pain as swims through your veins, I’m glad you let people squirm their ways into your life. I’m glad those built-up walls aren’t as high as they used to be–I like to think I had some sort of help in that.
I’m glad you’re still going headlong into the things you love; it makes me happy to no end to watch you play volleyball. Once, I used knowing you as a reason to meet that Hinata Shoyo, but I’m sure you’ve heard that story. You’re really incredible, Kiyoomi. There’s never been a moment where I wasn’t in awe of you, even today. Watching that flick of your wrist will always send a shy smile to my face.
Everything I do now, and everything I’ve always done, has been for you. It’s completely selfish, I know, but all this time I’ve been waiting for your return to me. There’s something enthralling about how you’ve always been, and I don’t think I had enough all those years ago. No matter how different our paths are, I still think we can do it. Besides, it was you who made it abundantly clear you couldn’t fall for someone too similar to you. Volleyball is so much of your life, seems strange that you’d go for someone on the same side of the court.
I heard, somewhere, that you were recently married, and I’m writing to tell you how happy I am about that. You truly deserve the world, it’s just mildly surprising that your world is the same guy you loathed in highschool. Funny how times change. Maybe I’m still living in the past, but I can’t help but wonder how this even happened? You always had so many choice words about him; it feels a little off to see you two kiss on the court after a big win.
So, I suppose, this is the end. I’ll be blunt, as you always said you liked that about me: Sakusa Kiyoomi, I hope your husband dies. I cannot imagine a world without you, and I really hope he fucks up. I know you never will. You’re perfect, my sweet Yoomi, and seeing you with that trainwreck of a man… well it feels like I’ve truly lost.
You said yourself that I was yours. You said it so many times, I can still hear it ringing in my ears. I’m still yours; I’ll do everything I can for you to be mine too.
