pairing:sakusa kiyoomi x f! reader genre: unadulterated fluff wc:455 words
a/n:an outtake from my earlier work Broken Compass (read here) which covers the romance between omi and the reader here, can be read as a standalone.
You watch as Sakusa Kiyoomi slides his cufflinks into place, the finely wrought silver catching the light. The significance of them isn’t lost on him when you shyly gifted them to him. Twin compasses, echoing his words when he proposed to you.
If my heart were a compass it would be broken, because instead of pointing north, it will always point towards you.
Still, you wonder if you are asking too much of him right now, even if he’s assured you at least a hundred times that he wants to accompany you to your ex’s wedding as your plus one. You understand Omi well enough to know that he dislikes crowds and loud places, what more a wedding dinner overflowing with alcohol and volleyball players. He would not have agreed to go if not for you.
“Omi”, you catch his elbow, fiddling with the hem of your dress. “You really don’t have to go with me. It’s no problem - I can go alone, catch a cab, I’m sure there’ll be people I can hang out with anyway, it’ll be fine -”
“Do you want me to go with you?”
Of course you do - the evening would be so much more enjoyable with your own fiancee by your side. He’d whisper dry jokes into your ear just to make you giggle, rescue you from any awkward social situations with his usual complete lack of tact, and squeeze your hand to reassure you that he’s there.
You’ve never been able to lie to him so you nod.
“Then I’m going with you”, he says as if it’s a done deal.
“You don’t have to”, you protest weakly.
“No, I don’t”, he agrees. “I don’t have to, but I want to. Because it’s you.”
The simplicity and sheer romanticism of his statement astounds you, threatens to swell and swallow you whole. Sakusa Kiyoomi never fails to remind you each and every day of his love for you, slowly building up a lifetime of decisions to show that you are his choice.
He loves you. It’s always been you.
You are going to ruin your make-up if you don’t keep it together.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, suddenly alarmed by the tears in your eyes.
You shake your head, brushing his dark curls gently from his forehead. “Nothing’s wrong, Omi”, you reply, trying your best not to cry.
He frowns slightly, snatching up a tissue to dab away your tears. “Silly woman”, he says lightly. “Getting emotional on what you should already know.”
“It’s nice to be reminded once in a while”, you say, giggling as he snorts and tugs you out of the front door into the waiting cab. You end up enjoying the party because he’s by your side.
a/n:enjoy the fluff today, will be posting heavy suna angst tmr. :)
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.
Sakusa sighs heavily as he slings the bag over his shoulder. He glances at his watch and frowns. It’s 30 minutes after 10PM. He only has an hour and a half left to celebrate his birthday. If it wasn’t for the damn training that took over his whole day, he would have spent his day with you and your daughter.
Sakusa never even liked celebrating, but your daughter was so excited about his birthday. She rambled all night about how she would make it the happiest birthday of his life. She even planned a surprise for him, which he knows all about, because the child wasn’t particularly good at whispering and keeping secrets.
Sakusa knows about the cake your daughter iced herself. He knows about the dried peaches that she made for him. He knows about the card she wrote for him. But her plans are all ruined because of a training he could have skipped, but he didn’t want to. He regrets making that choice.
After a quick drive to your house, Sakusa checks the time before getting out of his car. A little over 11PM. It’s still his birthday. He silently wishes that you are still awake so at least he can spend the remaining time of his day with you. He enters the house and sees how dark the hallway is, the only light provided is the one from the kitchen.
“They must be asleep…” Sakusa frowns. He stalks to your room and finds your sleeping figure tucked under the bed. He drops his bag on the floor quietly before sitting on the foam. He pulls his mask down and plants a kiss on your forehead, mouthing a soft ‘I love you.’
The athlete changes into his pajamas and just when he’s about to join you in bed, the door opens.
“Papa?” A small voice speaks and the door opens wider. Sakusa smiles at sight. His little girl in a black Jackal pajama set, that was specially made for her given by the team. Her small hand rubs on her eye, the other clutching on her her fuzzy blanket.
Sakusa walks over to her and tries to pick her up, but she avoids his hold and gets out of the room. He follows after her small figure. “Hey, baby. Why are you still awake?”
She goes to the kitchen and pulls the fridge handle with all her might, the blanket pooling on her ankles. Sakusa watches her in confusion and amusement. The refrigerator door finally opens and she points at a box. She looks up to him with dog eyes. “Papa, help…”
“Oh, sorry,” Sakusa chuckles. He was so amused of her actions he forgot to help her. He takes the box from her and places it on the dining table. “What’s this?”
“Don’t open it yet!” Your daughter scolds. She runs out of the kitchen and ventures back to her room. Not long after, the small girl comes back quickly with a big box in her arms. She checks on the digital wall clock and sighs in relief.
“What’s that?” Sakusa asks her and she climbs on the dining chair, the box she was bringing now on the table.
“Happy birthday, papa!” She cheers, taking the lid off the first box. There’s a cake inside covered by pink icing and topped by sliced peaches, a lot of sprinkles too. “I love you!”
Sakusa hugs her tightly, lowering his body to kiss her cheek. “Thank you, baby. I love you too.”
“I waited for you to come home!” She proudly tells him, hugging him back. “I made you a gift! Open it! Open it!” He opens the gift as she says. It’s a scrapbook with a bracelet that he can tell she made herself from the mismatched beads. There’s also a bottle of alcohol that is designed with car and rainbow stickers. A
“I like it. Thank you.” He smiles at her, and she returns the favor, flashing her small pearly teeth at Sakusa. “Let’s go to sleep. It’s late.”
“No! No! It’s still your birthday. We have to celebrate it until that clock turns 1 and 2!” His daughter argues, pointing at the clock.
“We can celebrate it tomorrow.” He picks her up from the chair despite her whines, but she eventually gives in to her sleepiness. As the father and daughter reach your shared bedroom, she’s already fast asleep, too fast for someone who was jumping like a bunny a few seconds ago.
“Omi?” You sit up from the bed, hand slowly rubbing on your eye. Sakusa can not help but smile. You and your daughter act way too much similarly. No wonder why he loves her the way he loves you.
Sakusa lays your daughter in the middle of the bed before slowly pushing your should back down to the bed. “Go back sleep.”
“But your birthd-”
“Shh… no wonder why our daughter is so excited about my birthday. We can celebrate it tomorrow.” He pecks you on your lips and you nod, wrapping your arms around your child before closing your eyes and drifting back to sleep.
After making sure that the two of you are asleep, Sakusa gets out of the room to put back the boxes on the table back to its proper places. He puts the cake box back into the fridge first, after snapping a photo of course. He would never forget to take a picture of his daughter’s masterpiece.
Out of curiosity, Sakusa picks up the scrapbook and flips through it. It’s just pictures of him when he was a child up to now. He takes a mental note to call his mother, because other than her who else would give you access to such embarrassing pictures? He stops on a page, seeing his baby picture with his parents, and a small note you wrote at the side.
Don’t forget to thank your parents for giving life to you. Because I surely am thankful to them for giving birth to you. ❤️
Sakusa lets out a snicker. “So cheesy.” He smiles at your note nonetheless. On the next page was him as a baby and your daughter months after her birth. The resemblance is uncanny. She surely is her daughter. He laughs at your written note at the side.
I carry her for nine months and go through so much pain to push her out, but she still ended up looking like you! That’s so unfair! But it’s okay as well. At least I get to see a little you everyday.
He stops on a page with a picture of only the two of you back in high school. Sakusa is sure that the picture was taken during his 18th birthday. In the photo, he was holding on to a cake you baked, while you were hugging him by the waist. He never understood what was so happy about birthdays until that day. He doesn’t forget to read the note.
Your first birthday that we spent together. Komori and I had a hard time planning it because you didn’t want to celebrate it, but we know you had a great time that day. And we did it for the first time that day
Sakusa chokes at his own saliva after reading the last sentence. He clears his throat and continues to skim through the book. At the very last page is a picture of the three of you together. It’s a simple picture but it’s Sakusa’s favorite. The three of you were in bed, your daughter’s arms wrapped around his neck, while you are seated between his legs. One of his hands was on your growing belly, and the other is on the back of your daughter’s back. The note on the side undoubtedly makes his heart swell in happiness and his lips curl into a big smile.
Thank you for being born in this world.
And below your handwriting is your daughter’s.
We love you so much.
Before the clock strikes 12, he opens his phone and posts a picture of you and your daughter in his Instagram, his first ever post in his account. He’s a private person, but everyone deserves to see the two of you— the best gift ever given to him.
just thought about husband! sakusa kiyoomi who sees you gushing over these people on your social media who have the body-tight sleeveless turtleneck top on and he cannot tolerate it no longer.
so what does he do?
husband! sakusa kiyoomi asks the coach— thefucking coach— if he could change jerseys. not the number, not the colour, no. he wants to change those lousy and plain jersey shirts into those body tight sleeveless turtlenecks. and who is the coach to say no? so he does ask sakusa asks.
he never told you about it, of course he didn’t. he just waited until they came and he‘d wear them to the match and you‘d drool over him. he‘ll watch you rock your shit and try to keep yourself sane, try to stop everyone else from taking him and keeping him for yourself.
cut to a few days later husband! sakusa kiyoomi gets his jerseys in the changing room of the court. but when he tries them on he realizes it‘s a bit small—actually not a bit— it‘s a whole ass number size smaller.
instead of it being comfortably tight, it‘s just tight as shit. his abs are framed, you can make out the veins of his body, make out his spine, hell even see the way his nipples protrude against the fabric.
he gets flustered. fucking hell, he thinks. what is be going to do now? there’s no more time to change, the game is literally about to fucking start! oh well, yolo, is something he learned from you and he never thought he‘d be using that ever. yet look at him right now.
but he signed up for it. so like a real man, he sucks it up and goes out there with his muscles bulging. and as soon as he stands there in the starting line he can feel everyones— literally everybody’s— eyes on him. but he does not mind them, instead he looks for you and meets his onyx hues with yours. his eyes meet yours and he can see how you‘re licking your lips as you smirk, trying to keep yourself sane as you wear his old jersey that he told you to wear.
when the game starts, what you did not expect was to see was when he jumped to smash the ball to the ground is the way his jersey bailed out on him halfway, exposing his perfectly made abs. everyone swooned, yelled, some howled. literally. and you were no exception, but of course you did so with some class, keeping it together as you recite your twentieth prayer to the gods.
and by the time the game was done you could bet to hell everyone wasn’t even talking about how they won, they were all talking about how pro-athlete sakusa kiyoomi‘s abs make an appearance on the court!
however, before they could even ask about it sakusa kiyoomi was whisked away by none other than you. quickly driving him home and putting yourself on the menu for his congratulatory dinner.
and when the next day came, sakusa had once again showed up with that same body tight sleeveless turtleneck in white instead of black. not because he wanted everyone to savour his figure, but because something had to cover the amount of hickies you placed on him.
cw: the reader has a little sibling, i hope nobody minds, there’s one line of very slightly implied nsfw, you won’t even notice
meant for kiyoomi’s birthday! happy b-day to my favorite boy <3
one of the first things you’ve learnt about your boyfriend, even before your relationship started, is that he rarely shared personal information with anyone. he’d go as far as put up a fake birthday on his social media to avoid the awkward wishes and tons of yet another gifts from fans he so didn’t like going through. apart from that, there was a lot of weird things going on with birthdays, in his opinion: for instance people automatically thinking about zodiac sign or assuming other things, insisting to have a party, (a surprise one was his biggest nightmare) and a whole lot of other stuff he found appalling.
so it was just simply easier to say his birthday is “mid november” and get on with his life as if he didn’t just straight up lie. and truth be told, many times had you heard that “oh, in summer” or “right before christmas” before you got to know the truth. it wasn’t that easy on its own, but ever since his first little white lie, you knew he wasn’t true with you, and kept insisting, until he finally pulled you to the side and told you his real date of birth, the one only komori, atsumu, and, as he used to say, “unfortunately” his family knew.
march 20th was the date, and since you wanted to tease him, a grin appeared on your face before you mumbled “so a pisces, huh?” and earned a glare so cold and deadly, you visibly shivered before apologizing.
the next thing you learned about him and his birthday, was that he was picky about gifts. which went well with that “i’m an old fashioned gentleman” facade, because he could just say “oh, you don’t have to buy me anything. your company will be enough” with a slight smile he’d practice for years, and people thought he was just being humble and polite. spoiler alert: he wasn’t. he just didn’t want to deal with his own pickiness, and explaining to people what precisely would he like to get was too much trouble, and took away the magic of it even for someone as blunt as kiyoomi sakusa.
it’s not like birthdays were such a big deal for him, anyway, he didn’t need any gifts or parties to celebrate the fact that he just got one year older. what was so fun about that? but like the pain in the arse you were, you kept asking him what he wanted for the occassion way before he asked you out, and he hated it, but not more than he hated the way his heart jumped at the possibility of getting something you spent your time on.
the first year of your friendship, you got to know the basic thing: omi doesn’t like gifts. gifts make him uncomfortable, he didn’t know what to say, how to act, what to do with it… does he open it right then and there, or wait, but why would he immediately thank someone if he doesn’t even open it? schroedinger’s cat: if he doesn’t open it, it might as well be thin air inside the box.
it was confusing, and weird. you also learnt that it was all caused by the fact that no one was in the house to celebrate young omi’s birthday back in his childhood days, since his parents were working and his siblings long away in college, so he just assumed it was a holiday to be overlooked and not dwelled too much on, and got so used to it, that now it bothered him to be in the center of attention for once.
the third thing you learnt that year: it was almost impossible to find him a good enough gift, at least from your perspective. you spent literal hours at the store, looking at the different things he might’ve wanted, but nothing caught your eye. you called all his friends, yet he hadn’t mentioned the thing he’d like to anyone, not even komori. so you decided you’d go with instinct and remembered one cold morning when he showed up to practice grumpier than usual, and when he was asked what’s wrong, he answered:
“i woke up late and didn’t have time to make coffee”, half mumbling, half actually speaking, eyes too tired to be annoyed, legs slowly sweeping one before another as if he was forced to come here. And that’s where you got your idea.
His first birthday with you, being his 21st, had started terribly, because it was wishes from his family. He’d told you multiple times he’d rather have them forget that send those copied off the internet lines that mean less than a “go fuck yourself”
later on atsumu insisted or telling everyone and it took poor omi more than twenty minutes to convince him not to, and as both the setter and the spiker weren’t in their top moods nor form, MSBY lost a match they had that day. so all he wanted to do march 20th 2017 when he came home was to lay flat on his couch and play with his dog’s fur while watching a crappy TV show. he most definitely didn’t expect you sitting in front of his apartment’s door, tired, almost asleep.
he sighed, approching you and slightly nudging your foot with his, making you shake your head and look up.
“you’re back!” you said with a smile, and he raised an eyebrow.
“and you look like a homeless person” he responded upsentmindedly, avoiding you to reach the door lock. only after you got up did he see a small package you held behind your back. “it’s not a right day to be celebrating me, y/n” he added, opening his apartment’s door and letting you in with a hand gesture. you went inside, not for the first time ever, but every time the feeling was the same, intimidating and cold.
“why do you think that?” you said, taking off your shoes and putting them on a rack, and turning around to see him navigate you to the bathroom. you placed your bag and the gift on the floor before following his steps.
“didn’t you see the match? i fucked up big time” he chuckled ironically, looking at himself in the mirror, and you could witness the disappointment and anger in his eyes.
“so every time you guys win and you get the credit, you say that volleyball is a team sport, but if you loose, suddenly it’s your fault?” you smirked, but to your surprise he nodded.
“precisely”.
“well, regardless, it’s a minor set back. you’re still the best they make” you tried to cheer him up, but only received an eye roll in return. “aaaand, you’re a birthday boy today!”
“don’t remind me” he sighed, walking over to the kitchen to see what he can make for dinner for himself and his uninvited guest, meanwhile you grabbed your gift and walked up right behind him, tapping his shoulder lightly.
“happy 21″ you whispered, a slight, soft smile on your lips, as you handed him the package. he looked at you with a tired look in his eyes.
“you know i’m not the biggest fan of gifts”
“just open it, grumpy face” you whined, and he gently took it from you, placing it on the counter and carefully unwraping it, to see a thermal mug. he sent you a questioning look, before you explained “you were complaining about not having enough time to drink coffee before leaving, right? well now you don’t have to drink it before leaving”
there was silence for a long while before he looked up from the mug and gave you the softest smile you’ve ever seen. “that’s so thoughtful of you” he said, and laughed a tiny bit, probably to cover his emotion, which obviously didn’t work “thank you.”
omi likes thoughtful gestures.
over the second year of your friendship, as he and his career gained more recognition from the public, he was “forced”, as he’d reffer to it, to share such a personal information that is his birthday date. the managers always claimed that it’s not a big deal, that it’s just gonna be added to the oficial page and his wikipedia, but judging from the amount of gifts atsumu, bokuto and hinata always received, he had his reason to doubt that.
and as it turned out, he was right.
because starting from march 10th, his personal mailbox as well as the oficial MSBY’s mailbox has been FLOODED with different things that he really had no energy to go over. and so, he invited one of his best friends to help.
so it was late at night on march 19th, and you were both sitting on the floor of his apartment, a mess of ripped wrapping paper all around you, loads of different stuff laying on the table, as you still had a lot of things to open.
“what even is the point in sending presents to someone you’ve never met? i mean less to them than their neigbour’s dog and yet i’m the one getting gifts? this is messed up” he kept on complaining, opening another package.
“it’s called being famous, sakusa-kun. you mean very much to people you’ve never met, because your journey to where you are now inspires them to keep going on their path until they reach their dreams” you said with a smile, confident it’ll ease his worries, but it didn’t.
“don’t know if i consider being in the Jackals my dream, though”
“you mean, you don’t think being a key player in a division one team is not a dream come true?” you asked, shocked.
“no, no, of course i think it is, i’d never thought i’d reach this far, but, there’s more things to be done, it’s not like i’m an accomplished person just yet”
that, you found interesting.
“really? than what are your dreams, sakusa?” you asked in a low voice, eyes fixed on his face, as he focused on reading a letter in his hands.
“national team” he murmured “MVP, a golden medal, a legacy that goes beyond just me” he opened up as if it was nothing, as if he was talking about his grocery list “but that all wouldn’t mean a thing if i were there alone, though. i’ve received plenty awards and mvp’s over the few years that i played, but i guess what would really matter, and make everything else worth remembering, would be… having someone be proud of me, i guess”
you felt your heart getting soft and fuzzy at the confession, wanting to respond, before he handed you the note he was silently reading.
“this is a poem, y/n, a POEM! what the hell, i don’t even understand what’s going on there” he whined, throwing his head back to rest on the couch seat, as you giggled, reading the note.
“it’s nice” you said in a high-pitched tone, pushing down a laugh.
“it’s too… sophisticated” he uttered, looking at you, a tired look in his eyes. “that’s my mother’s thing, to be sophisticated, i like simpler wishes, they’re easier to believe”
omi doesn’t like fancy words.
you nodded, but before you could say anything, your phone rang, and both of you looked at the screen. the hour on display marked midnight, and as the alarm ranged, the words “omi’s b-day!!!” appeared on the screen. he smiled subconsciously, noticing how you always address him as “sakusa” or “sakusa-kun” but the notif in your phone stated “omi”.
“looks like it’s the 20th already, birthday boy” you grinned, turning off the alarm.
“don’t call me that, what am i, six or something?”
you decided to ignore the comment, and smiled at him warmly before speaking, almost under your own breath:
“happy 22, sakusa. i wish you only to be here to hear me say happy 23 next year. and say so with pride.”
his eyes appeared foggy and glossy, but it was probably fault of poor lighting and tiredness.
“why stop at 23?” he asked, before standing up, and offering you his hand to pick you up, too.
omi likes very real wishes.
over the third year of your friendship you became very close. ever since that night on his living room floor, both of you couldn’t wrap your minds about anything other than each other. neither of you oblivious idiots found out what it was about, but day after day and month after month it was harder and harder to spend time apart.
before he could notice, sakusa always tried to find you in the crowd before serving, and that’s how he always used up most of his time. once, he even heard ushijima complain “how much longer are you going to take? be a man and beat me without your good luck charm!”
his good luck charm, huh?
you kinda liked the sound of that.
you also found yourself texting him every random thought that came to your head, sending pictures of everything, becasue you wanted to share as much of your life as possible, meeting up whenever you could and facetiming whenever you couldn’t.
it all started to go downhill when atsumu, bokuto and hinata started noticing. noticing the way he’d smile at his phone, the way he’d wink, smile, tease, joke, speak, even the way his eyes wondered when left unfocused, and a dreamy look covered his vision.
and they started to tease, and joke, and make his life all more difficult, just because “omi has a crush!”
because he didn’t. right? he didn’t have a crush on you, for sure, and it only annoyed him, how childish they were about it, how insufferable. they got on his nerves so bad that he stopped responding to all the messages, stopped smiling, joking around, and all, just to prove his point,
his point he knew was no longer standing.
and so atsumu would ask, after one of their practices, “hey omi, is your lucky charm picking you up? some birthday dinner, maybe?” he’d nudge his side with an elbow, raising his eyebrows.
“i don’t know” he mumbled “and stop calling them that”. the brunette kept looking for something in his bag, just to avoid atsumu’s tiring, curious glance.
“fine then, how about your significant other?” he continued teasing. it’s not like sakusa would hate that scenario, of course he wouldn’t, yet his mind kept spiraling - what if you came in and heard that? what if you assumed he was calling you that behind your back?
what if you didn’t feel the same?
“stop butting in my relationships for once, miya! how many times am i supposed to tell you i’m not in any way romantically involved with them? i don’t even like them that much!” he lied, straight in his best friend’s face, fed up with all the jokes and smirks behind his back, and judging from atsumu’s shocked expression, and the color running away from his face, it worked.
“what, don’t you have anything to say to me now?” he kept going, before atsumu shook his head, and pointed behind kiyoomi’s back wordlessly. the spiker raised an eyebrow, turning around to see you, in the flash, eyes wide open, a tiny little package in your hands, wrapped so neatly in colorful paper, with a little bow tie at the top.
even from a distance he could already half see, half imagine tears prickling your eyes before you smiled sadly, dropped the box from your hand and let it fall to the floor, and began walking out of the gym room.
“no, no no, y/n, wait!” he started shouting out, but your ears seemed deaf to his pleas, as he ran up to the door you just walked through, leaving atsumu alone, but with a condescending smile.
“i don’t like them that much my ass, omi-kun” he whispered to himself before walking over to grab his things.
meanwhile sakusa ran out to the reception room of the stadium, but as it turned out, it was filled with fans waiting for them all to come out, so they could wish him happy birthday, and it seemed impossible to get through the crowd and reached you, especially considering you were already at the exit door.
he looked around himself and noticed all the people, how many of them were there, and how close to him, and got paralyzed in place, wanting to move, or disappear, that’d be for the best, and yet he couldn’t even move one foot.
soon enough he felt a hand on his shoulder, guiding him back inside, his savior apologizing to the public.
“sorry guys, we have one more thing to go through! he’ll be out shortly” atsumu laughed off, before closing the door and handing omi the gift you left.
the spiker mindlessly opened it, only to find out a spotify code inside, put in between a glass frame. he took out his phone from the bag and scanned it with his app, gasping audiably when the page loaded.
lay back in the arms of someone by smokie showed up on his screen, and a smile crawled up his lips before he remembered how badly he fucked this up a second ago.
he narrowed his eyebrows before looking up to find the blond setter’s eyes.
“atsumu” his friend’s eyes widened in surprise upon hearing his first name, instead of surname “is there a back exit from here?”
atsumu miya smirked.
“bet ya there is, mr i-fucked-up-big-time” he answered, theatrically offering his hand, before taking the lead.
you on the other hand, came home peacefully, although hot tears were streaming silently down your cold cheeks as you entered the apartment’s door and looked at the calendar, showing the date of march 20th. in a sudden wave of aggression you ripped it off, knowing that there’s nothing to be so pressed about: he had no duty of feeling the same way towards you, why would you even expect it?
you went on with your day, ordering takeout for dinner, snuggling up on your couch and rewatching a series, not granting your thoughts access to yourself, and it was really going well, until you heard the doorbell ring.
“nobody’s home” you yelled, assuming it was either atsumu or bokuto on their way to cheer you up, and they’ll probably let themselves in as soon as they hear your voice, but that didn’t happen. instead, the doorbell kept on ringing. “ugh, just come in!”
they didn’t come in, so you lifted yourself off the couch and walked over to the door, opening it and gasping a tiny bit when instead of your dumbass friends holding McDonald’s you saw a one hundred and ninety two centimeters tall figure of a man, struggling to catch his breath, leaning on your doorframe, his black coat unbuttoned, cheeks red, eyes puffy and hair in a mess, not even gelled into place as they always are.
“can i help you?” you asked in a cold manner, voice sending daggers into his poor, confused heart, as he finally looked up to meet your glance, an apologetic look in his eyes when he tried to form a sentence.
“i think i can… no, way, i think i might…” he kept struggling, to which you only rolled your eyes, waiting for the continuation of that sentence.
“spit it out, sakusa” you stated, sending shivers down his spine with how annoyed you seemed.
yeah, spit it out, sakusa, he thought to himself before taking a breath and finally speaking up correctly:
“i think i might be in love with you.”
your eyes widened for a second as you tried to find evidence of honesty in his expression, tone, voice, because you definitely didn’t believe his words.
his heart dropped when you scoffed.
“i don’t need your pity”
that’s when it hit him:
omi doesn’t like to spend his birthday without you. you make it not only bearable, but fun.
in fact, he never wanted to spend it without you again. and as that realization made it’s way into his brain, he caught you closing your door.
“i respect you too much to pity you” he spat out as he placed his hand in between the door and the frame, making you unable to close it, even if you wanted to.
and there was the honesty you looked for.
“then why—” you started to wonder, but he shook his head before interrupting, a helpless look across his face.
to lay back in the arms of someone
“i’m afraid of… of this, okay? i’m afraid of falling in love, if this is any explanation for you. it’s like… you make me feel as if i’m on the top of the world” he laughed nervously, making you raise your eyebrows, before continuing “and it’s fucking scary to imagine falling from that high”
you give in to the charms of someone
his glance wondered all over your face to find crumbs of understanding, scared you’d laugh his confession off, a grimace of worry replacing the insecure smile painting his lips, and he was just one step away from shouting “i’m telling the truth!” at you, but you cut him off by opening your door fully, and welcoming him inside with a warm smile on your lips, and a reassuring sentence on your tongue.
happy 23rd, kiyoomi
“i think i might love you back”
omi likes feeling loved.
the next year flew by on both of you pushing each other’s limits, challenging each other like the both of you always needed, being there for each other, finding out how nice it feels to have someone there. it was coming home with a sore throat after a night of yelling “one more point, omi-omi!”. it was carefully intertwining your pinkies together while shopping without even realizing. it was awkward dates, because the label “date” always changes the atmosphere. it was taking weird selfies, it was having to part for out-of-town games and facetiming from hotel rooms. it was butterflies in the stomach and a ball of fluff in mind.
it was everything.
the first year of your official relationship flew by in no time, kiyoomi finding new joy in his birthday since now it was really a day to be remembered, marking your anniversary.
and just as you got home to his apartment after dinner, ready to unpack all the fanmail once again, the janitor of the building stopped you.
“sakusa-san, there was a flower delievery for you” he sighed, going towards a locked shelf and coming back with a bouquet, at which kiyoomi stared for a whole five seconds before you decided to take it.
“thank you for taking care of it” he muttered with a slight bow, you pushing him to go up the stairs. “who’s it from?” he’d ask you a minute later, halfway through the staircase.
“don’t you wanna check yourself?” you asked, but he frantically shook his head.
“check it for me, please”
omi doesn’t like flowers.
you nodded wordlessly before checking a card.
“well if i’m not mistaken this is your surname” you furrowed, struggling to read the handwriting. in your defense, the kanji for “sakusa” are quite complicated.
he looked over at the text before admitting “yeah, that’s from my aunt, she insists on sending those ever since i got into MSBY” he finally got to his door to unlock it “kinda sad how she didn’t even bother writing a text before” he chuckled, making you want to throw the flowers away.
you knew he considered them worthless if that’s the story behind the nice gesture.
the apartment door remained opened, but he didn’t enter, you almost stumbled over him, focusing on the note, and glanced over to see what caught him attention and prevented him from going inside.
“this is your surname, for a change” he stated, showing you a buffy envelope over his shoulder, but didn’t let you take it when you tried. instead he opened it himself, a neatly wrapped package inside, with a note at the top:
i wore glowes making it! i swear!
there was a typo in gloves, and the writing style could use a little work on it, but that didn’t affect kiyoomi at all, as he was hypnotized with his package after noticing your surname on it. he carefully opened it, to find a keychain, made from cubes, as the ones used in different boardgames, on every one there was a letter or a number, together forming the writing “kiyoomi 15″ with a heart at the end. it was all on a black string, and almost shined with how many times it was wiped before sending. after holding it in his hand for a while, he noticed another card at the bottom of the package, taking it out and reading out loud:
“please take care of my sibling. happy 24th!” he uttered in sheer amazement, as he grazed his fingers over the delicate ornament, before wordlessly going inside the apartment.
you followed him, closing the door behind you, worried about his reaction about your little sibling’s present, only to find him crouching before his couch, his training bag laying there as he tried to attach the keychain to the it’s zipper, smiling when he managed to do so.
before he got to turn around to face you, you managed to take a photo of him smiling at the newest addition to his training gear, and send it to your family with a caption:
omi likes personalized stuff.
over all the years of knowing kiyoomi, you’ve learnt so much about him, his life, his habits, everything. you knew him inside and out, and so he knew you. you’re laughing at your confusion and fear while you were buying his first birthday gift, as you sit on the floor in your shared apartment, plotting his 25th, biggest yet gift, as if he isn’t about to walk through the door, coming back from practice.
it’s almost ridiculous, how you struggled, wondering if he’d even like a gift, when right now you have a whole list in mind:
although omi doesn’t like gifts, he likes little thougtful gestures. he doesn’t like fancy big words, but likes real, honest wishes he can really take to heart. he doesn’t like spending his birthday without you, he likes feeling love, doesn’t like flowers, but does like his gifts personalized and touching.
you realize all the moments in your relationship made you know his every emotion and expression, but you’ve never seen your precious boyfriend cry, ever.
and you decide to change that.
you’re gonna make him something that’s gonna mask all the memories of his birthday being forgotten, walked pass by, pushed into the back, and not properly celebrated. that’s gonna outshine every single gift he’s ever got. that’s gonna make him so happy, he’ll cry.
an idea pops into your head as you get a pen and start writing.
dear kiyoomi,
_______
“dear kiyoomi” you get to hear him say a couple of nights later, he reads it out on your plea, with a smile across his lips, as you, atsumu, bokuto, meian and hinata, as well as omi’s older siblings and komori and osamu sit at the table, a cake and two traces of his favorite cupcakes are taking all the space possible.
omi’s voice is colored with a couple of glasses of wine, so it’s easier to him to relax and genuinely grin at the paper as he’s reading, all part of your plan.
“when i first met you, the first thing i found out is that you’re a private person. not that i was freaked out or anything, but you did have, and probably you still do, a heavy aura around you that may have flustered me a tiny little— a tiny little bit? smiles, your hands literally shivered” he stopped to comment, making you roll your eyes at him.
“zip it and keep reading, birthday boy”
“… a tiny little bit, i agree. nevertheless, the first thing i actually felt, was that you striked my soul as someone weird. thanks, baby” he interrupted again, but you urged him to keep reading. “… weird in a way that made me feel like i’ve never felt before, the kind of safe and terrified at the same time. terrified of what, you might ask? well, kiyoomi, here i’d like to quote you. you once told me that me loving you is like i had the power to break you, and you loving me back was like giving me a map with all the points to strike at. well if that’s the definition of love we’re going for here, than i not only give you a map, i’ll grant you a whole GPS. the trust you put in me every day to not take advantage of what you’ve given me is inspiring, and hence, i surrender every single point of ressistance i’ve held against you, i’m yours to snap at a wish, and trusting you that you won’t do it is something i can spend my life believing in.”
at this point kiyoomi had to stop and take a deep breath and a sip of his wine before continuing, clearing his throat a bit, chocking back his emotion.
“… throughout my years by your side, i’ve memorized everything there is to memorize about you and gifts. you generally aren’t a fan, but you like them carrying a lot of thought, dedication, you like them meant exactly to you and to you only. you don’t want pointless blabbing and overused sentences, you enjoy sincerity. you need love radiating from them in order to truly acknowledge them as something special. now, the last thing i know is that you don’t like flowers, but i hope you won’t be too angry with me and with what i’ve prepared for you. enjoy, signed, your smiles” he finished, looking up at you, already moving towards the counter, grabbing a bouquet from behind it.
he watched in amazement as you handed it to him, taking it in his hands, realizing that-
it was a bouquet of origami flowers.
“please, y/n, this is so—” he tried to find the right words, but once again, nothing came to mind as he watched your careful work from every side possible.
“shh, there’s a special thing to them” you explained, sitting back in your seat, exactly in a straight line from him, watching every single change in his expression as he tried to find what you meant.
he realized every flower had a little card sticking out from it’s center, and pulled the first one, the closest one to him.
“the first reason i love you” he read in a weak voice, chuckling nervously again before he found the courage to read it out loud “you make me feel protected”
he looked up at you with such a gentle and caring note in his eyes that you almost didn’t want to encourage him to keep reading it, but you did.
“two. you don’t smile too much” after that he raised an eyebrow, but read the next one “three. …but when you do, you outshine the sun itself. four. you memorized my coffee order within the first two times we’ve been to a caffee. five. you got supplies to redo my coffee order without going to the— hey i swear i didn’t mean anything bad by it!”
“that’s literally the reason they love you for, idiot” atsumu laughed, urgining him to keep reading with a hand gesture. “come on, this is adorable”
“six. you have a playlist with songs that remind you of me. yes, i know this, omi, we share a spotify account. seven. you claim you don’t like interacting with people, but let a little girl propose to you with a cereal ring in the park.”
“this is too cute, omi is a softie” bokuto whined, hiding his face in his hands, but sakusa only slapped them off.
“am not. eight. you keep a mental score of all the times you won over ushijima. nine. you take way too much pride in beating atsumu in service aces”
“true that!” atsumu shouted, hiding behind his glass.
“ten” sakusa shook his head. “you don’t enjoy PDA, yet gave me the kiss of the century when i met your mother, just to annoy her. eleven. your childhood photos are too cute. twelve. you blasted hopelessly devoted to you the morning after we— i’m not reading that, idiot!” he half laughed half whined, in a high-pitched voice.
“did i ask?” he rolled his eyes and went back to picking lines from the flowers. “thirteen, you tug the corner of my sleeves when you’re stressed in public. fourteen, you have me saved in your phone as your good luck charm. fifteen. you put my head on your chest when i can’t sleep at night, to calm me down. sixteen. you make me laugh when i’m sad. seventeen. you almost never intent to make me laugh, yet always do. eighteen. you always make sure i’m carrying all the emergency items all me at all times. nineteen. you make me call you when i get home from a party, if you aren’t there to pick me up. twenty, you always insist on picking me up from wherever i am, because you’re worried about me. i mean yeah, what kind of a boyfriend would i be if i weren’t?” he genuinely asked, half of the guest shaking their heads.
“come on, five more to go, you adorable, clueless idiot” motoya pat his back and looked over his shoulder to see your careful handwriting, before sakusa hid the message from him.
“twenty one. you make me not worry about my future. twenty two, you try to do all your little morning rituals in advance when you leave, so i don’t miss you too much. i still do. twenty three, you’re never afraid to be bluntly honest with me. twenty four, you always ask if you can hug me when i’m low or crying. and twenty five—” he stopped more suddenly than anywhere before, eyes visibly watering before he dropped his head down and his it in his arms.
“what’s on there?” several guys asked over themselves, as omi kept laughing slightly, hiding tears in the sleeves of his fitted shirt.
“you’re gonna be the death of me” he murmured into the material, making everyone laugh, including you, who decided to walk over to him and hug him, resting your head on his, taking advantage of the fact that he was sitting and you could reach it.
after a moment of weakness, he showed his red and slightly puffy face, two trails of tears fitting his smiling expression as he struggled to say
“twenty five. you make me prouder and prouder every day.” he kept laughing through his tears, really trying to hide his emotion and failing miserably. “you really did try to make me cry on my birthday, didn’t you?” he looked up to you still embracing him.
“i suppose i did”
“well then, i’m gonna outshine you” he said, shifting in his seat in order to get up, wiping the last remains of tears from his face.
“what do you mean?” you asked, met with his confident smirk.
“you’re gonna see in a bit, trust me” he huffed, dusting off his pants’ material on the knee level, and reaching over to his pocket, in his hand a tiny, little box.
well hi! It’s been a while since I wrote one of those, huh?
so obviously the volleyball player you’re gonna fall for today is sakusa kiyoomi
the word count: around 2K
summary: your boyfriend and you go for a winter walk with his dog, and he gets a bit nostalgic.
and let’s go!
The sun shines a little bit different every season of the year. The winter sun is a tad bit more harsh and refreshing that the slow, dripping summer mornings. And as you look at the white, glistening snow, and the cold sun rays shining directly at it, you just have the urge to go out and do something with yourself, don’t you?
Same struggles happened in Sakusa Kiyoomi’s head that very morning when he woke up to a cold apartament drowning in sun rays, causing him to put a hand over his eyes, to cover them from the merciless light.
“Did I forget to turn the heaters on again?” He whined, and cursed his need to open windows before going to sleep each night. Now it was almost impossible for him to get out of the sheets, considering the temperature in his room was way below zero.
He managed to get one arm outside the warm bed and reached for his phone, charging on the side table. A sight of you in his MSBY shirt, sat on a kitchen counter and showing something you just baked, with a proud grin on your face on his wallpaper greeted him, and the widget above your head told him that it was six in the morning.
So he woke up before his alarm? Impressive, given that it was a Saturday and no practice was planned. He had exactly thirty two minutes before his phone would tell him to “get his ass out of bed” and go for a run.
Sighing, he threw the phone away on the mattrace, and wrapping his blanket around him, he went over to the window.
It snowed last night.
Wait, it snowed last night?
Suddenly, he was a little kid inside, because oh gosh, it never snowed these days! It was all looking so nice, everything covered in a white layer, as if it wasn’t the outside of his apartment, but a picture taken from a children’s book.
After he almost jumped from excitement, the adult side of his has taken over. If it snowed, it meant the temperature went below zero. If it went below zero, the sidewalk would be so slippery that running would be almost impossible.
Well, screw it. He wasn’t going to let a tad little detail like that ruin his good mood. And so he went over to each radiator he had and turned it on, then going to bed again and scrolling through his social media until the temperature around was warm enough for him to leave the sheets. 
And so it took a couple of hours for him to finally get himself up and going, but it was still fairly early when you knocked on the door of his apartment, and heard some shuffling inside.
“Sit already, would you? Fine, okay, I know you’re excited, but-“ your boyfriend’s voice was cut off by a bark, and he was silent for a second, while on the other side of the door, you were barely holding in your laugh.
“Hey! Behave! No!” he raised his voice ever so slightly, but apparently it worked on the poor dog, because soon enough you saw him, leant against the doorframe with both his hands in his pockets, his pet sitting beside him, although almost jumping from excitement upon seeing someone else.
“Oh, didn’t expect you here today” he said nonchalantly, a smirk forming on his lips, as he knew well that he invited you here himself. You rolled your eyes, and passed him by, leading yourself to his bathroom. “Not even a hello?” he whined jokingly, as you shook your head.
“I was in a public bus, let me go wash my hands” you explained, and he nodded, mentally trying to convince himself that’s just something people do. You’re not doing it just for him.
He followed you to the bathroom and once again stood in the door, looking at you with a happy spark in his eyes.
You looked so in place while just casually standing anywhere in his apartament. Like you belonged there. And he was almost certain you indeed, did belong there. He wouldn’t have you any other place, rather than by his side.
“You should really get a license already” he said, quickly looking down at his nails, so you wouldn’t see him stare.
“Mhm” you agreed silently, wiping your hands “I know” you slowly approached him, firstly playing with the material of his shirt, and after a while, curling his hair on your finger. It required staying on your tippy toes, which he found endearing. “And you, sir, are due for a haircut”
“Am I?” he said, touching his curls himself, but not leaving you to check in the mirror. “Can you do it?”
You giggled.
That was kinda part of the plan, since he absolutely loved hearing you laugh. He wasn’t the most funny person on earth, yet he was motivated to become a full comedian just to hear that genuine chuckle you gave his finest jokes.
„I cant cut your hair, silly” you said, rubbing his temple with one finger as you were still playing with the pitch black curls. “You have to go to a salon”
He shivered theatrically, rolling his eyes at you and walking away towards the kitchen. “And here I thought you loved me” he huffed, making you smile in disbelief.
“You’re being a baby!”
“I’ll ask my sister to do it”
“Your sister lives kinda away, you’re aware of that, right?” you continued, following his steps to the bigger room, where he was sitting on the floor and tying his shoes.
“So? She loves me, she’ll do it”
“She has her own kid to take care of, she doesn’t need a twenty two year old one” you shoot back, remembering the last family reunion you attended with your boyfriend. It was a complete mess, but meeting his parents explained… a whole lot of things about his character.
He really did look like a little kid, reaching for another one of his sneakers, scarf already put half on around his neck, smiling softly, having to pause the process of tying his shoes every time his dog tried to lick his face in excitement. The poorly named Swiss Setter never left your boyfriend’s side whenever he was home, so used to his their very own slow lifestyle.
You knew damn well she was emotionally attached to her owner, and loved him dearly, as you were the one to babysit her whenever Kiyoomi had an out of town game, and the first couple of times she didn’t sleep at all, and neither did you. It required him staying overnight at your place together with the dog for her to understand it’s a safe place.
“Now now, calm down, Lady, at least let me tie my shoes!” he giggled childishly. The first time you ever saw him snuggled up on the couch with the dog, watching some crappy Netflix show, you couldn’t believe your eyes.
THE Kiyoomi Sakusa. On the couch. With a dog.
You soon found out that Lady, because that’s the crappy name the dog so proudly got by, had been one of your boyfriend’s only friends until the time he graduated. She wasn’t exactly a rescue dog, but his older brother brought her home from his former friend’s house, where she didn’t exactly had the best start in life.
Kiyoomi didn’t fall in love at first sight, he needed time to adjust to having a dog in the house, but Lady seemed very fond of him, and weirdly enough, only listened to his commands. (The trainer said it’s about his voice, as it is deep and raspy, when he says something loudly enough, she feels respect towards him).
He was soon in charge of training the dog to be a good pet for a household such as the Sakusas place, a huge, always so elegant and spotless house, where no one is around too often, but frankly, “family friends” came back every other night to drink rosé with his mother, or whisky with his father.
It was to no one’s surprise, that when Kiyoomi moved away and went to college, his porcelain doll of a mother and distant father couldn’t get a hold of the Swiss Setter, who’s manners weren’t so ladylike. The deal was simple, either kiyoomi takes her to his place, or she ends up in a shelter.
And as he loved dogs, and secretly had a heart of a four-year-old, he took her in with himself, and, frankly, let her rule over his at-home life all the time.
She was very well behaved when in public, knew what was on her owner’s mind by the look in his eyes and reacted on the snaps of his fingers, but inside the four walls of his apartment, she could walk all over him, which you found amusing.
Kiyoomi put her on her leash, and rose his eyebrow at you.
“Coming?” he asked, having the door opened for you already. You nodded and left, waiting for him to lock the door behind the three of you.
It was cold outside, but not too cold, and the air was refreshing, even in such a city as Osaka is. Kiyoomi mindlessly tied his pinky with yours, a bit of a hard thing to do in leather gloves, but he was all about the details.
After two years of your relationship, he was perfectly capable of holding your hand just fine, but sentimentally enough opted to hold your pinky instead, as if your romance was fresh once again.
You smiled at the feeling and squeezed his pinky back with yours, You glanced over at him staring at his feet, as you walked towards the park in comfortable silence.
“When do you have the next match, Omi?” you started a casual conversation, and he looked as if you took him out of a trans of sorts.
“Oh, uhm, next Friday” he answered upsentmindedly. You caught him sparing loving glances in Lady’s direction, an indescribable nostalgy painting his face in cold colors.
When you reached the entrance to the huge park, where dogs were allowed off leash, you bent over and made a snowball, the throwing it at his back. He turned around to face you and gave you a look of betrayal.
“You didn’t” he whispered.
“I think I did” you giggled, covering your mouth with your hands, waiting for his next move.
He bit back a smirk, trying to remain stoic as he kneeled down to release Lady off her leash, hiding it in the pocket of his black coat, then picking up snow in his hands and forming a round snowball, directing it right at you.
Lady kept running around the two of you, jumping in excitement, not fully understanding what you’re doing, but happy to be a part of it.
“Hey, ouch!” you laughed, theatrically covering the shoulder it reached. “You didn’t need to spike it!”
There weren’t many people at the park that day, considering the fact that it was first snow, and parents don’t usually bring kids, who want to build snowmen, to a park where dogs are allowed off leash.
“Oh, you wanna see a spike?” a little smile covered his lips, exposing his blushing cheeks, contrasting with the rest of his pale face, and dark curls.
“Try me, pretty boy”
“Aight” he put his hands up in an agreeing gesture “Just don’t whine about the bruises later”
“Same goes to you”
He huffed, getting back as he gathered snow in his hands and rolled it a bit before aiming at you, jumping in place as you tried to “become a harder target to hit”. He shook his head in disbelief.
God, I love that dork, he thought, purposely frowning and posing as if he was about to serve.
Lady kept jumping around him, noticing a round object in his hand.
“This is not for you, dummy” he laughed, but noticing her excitement, excitement that he didn’t get to see a lot recently, since she was visibly getting older, and more tired, a warm feeling flooded over his chest. He sighed. “Alright, you want it? You want it?” he kept teasing, making her jump around, before breaking the ball and rubbing the snow in her fur.
She layed down on her back, showing her tummy for pets, which he did obviously provide, tickling that one spot that made her move her leg uncontrollably.
He got up, and formed another snowball, showing it to her.
“Watch out, I’m throwing it!” he said to her, before aiming at some free space far from him, throwing the ball from behind his back, watching with a heartwarming smile as she ran after it.
He seemed to have forgotten about defeating you, watching as his dog kept digging for the “ball” that already disappeared in the snow, so you walked back up to him.
“You okay?” you asked softly, and he looked at you in surprise.
“Yeah, obviously” he responded, but something seemed off. You tangled your arms around his shoulder, smushing your cheek against it, and looking at Lady sniffing around the place the snowball landed. “You know, if it weren’t for her, I’d still be too anxious to pet dogs I like when I’m on walks” he started, his mind some place else.
“Well, many things wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for her. We probably wouldn’t have met!” you smiled against the fabric of the thick coat, both of you remembering that sunny afternoon when you sat by the river in the park, reading some sort of upsetting news on your phone, frowning, tears forming in the corners of your eyes, when suddenly, you flinched, seeing a snoot between your arms, and when you parted it, you saw a panting, big dog staring back at you. You heard a distressed “Oh my god, Lady! Come back here!” in the distance, and you lifted your eyes to see a tall like a tower twenty-year old, black curls swept away from his face with hairgel, but getting a bit in the way due to the wind, the guy wearing black t-shirt, with a golden logo, of what appeared to be a… fox? You then thought, only later discovering it’s actually a Jackal, and the letters B and J on the sides of it, and sporty shorts. Apparently, they were on a run.
“I’m so, so sorry, she never does that. Please don’t get too mad at her, she means no harm! Oh, my god, Lady, come back here!” he hissed, putting the dog back on a leash. “I’m sorry! Hey, I can buy you a coffee, if that’ll make up for her? I’m choosing the coffee shop though, there’s a little one nearby and there’re not too many people in it, the popular ones are a rip off anyway, wait— are you crying?” he panted out, staring directly at your face, with a deadpan look.
“It’s alright, I like dogs. But I like coffee, too”
You smiled upon remembering that afternoon, as the completely different sun shined on you two in that moment, not the exhausting, August-ish one, that makes you want to never leave the nearest pool, but a cool and refreshing February one. Two years passed, and the both of you weren’t just strangers in the park, you were one of these cheesy couples teenage girls look at and get upset because they think they’re never going to be like that with anyone. Although, the bonding dog stayed the same.
Speaking of Lady, she ran up to Kiyoomi, who was lost in his thoughts and memories, proudly showing off a stick she must’ve found under the snow at some point.
“Look what you got there!” he kneeled down, trying to get it away from her to throw it. “My good girl” he giggled.
gn reader | arranged marriage au | angst to fluff | warnings: divorce mention, alcohol, abusive parents, arguing
your marriage to kiyoomi was not what you imagined it would be. he hated you and you didn’t know why. with your hopes of a happy marriage dashed, you decided to leave him after just one year. the divorce papers were drawn and your bags were packed, but what he reveals makes you reconsider.
part one|part two | wc: 3.6k | gn reader | arranged marriage au | fluff & angst | warnings:physical/emotional abuse from parents, manipulation, intoxication.
it was almost startling how much things had changed since that confrontation three months ago. you truly meant it when you said it would be a fresh start and kiyoomi was grateful. he did his best, albeit awkwardly, to make amends for how he treated you in the past.
‘platonic marriage’ or rather, being friends with you wasn’t difficult at all, it came almost as effortlessly to him as playing volleyball. though it quickly became clear that he knew almost nothing about you, once you told him something he made sure to never forget it.
it wasn’t enough for you to not hate him, kiyoomi wanted you to like him for who he was. he had always wondered what that felt like.
kiyoomi wasn’t sure when exactly he started considering the penthouse to be home. he used to think of it as a prison, yet before he knew it, he found himself looking forward to returning to whatever you were making for dinner and the questionable music you were blasting on the speakers. he’d tell you all about his day and you did the same. he didn’t rush off to practice first thing in the morning anymore. instead, kiyoomi made breakfast for you both.
you’d tell him his green smoothies were disgusting and he’d tell you to stop drinking coffee, but he still made sure that a cup was ready for you— exactly how you like it— before he went for a run. there were many moments like that, where kiyoomi caught himself forgetting all about your circumstances. it was nice. being with you was nice, he thought.
and he wasn’t sure what came over him three weeks ago when he’d called your mother and asked her to send your belongings from your old apartment to the penthouse. your mother had been pleasantly surprised and agreed happily, even keeping him on the phone for another 45 minutes to chat. he didn’t even speak to his own parents for that long, not about anything good. he thought that was nice too.
“what’s all this?” you stared down at the boxes when they arrived.
kiyoomi rubbed the back of his neck. “well, i asked your mom to send the stuff from your old place.”
you blinked at him, clearly surprised.
“kiyoomi… i- that’s so nice of you. thank you,” you murmured.
“you live here too so… ugh it’s really not a big deal. just don’t make a mess when you put it all away, y/n.”
he had been so flustered that he walked away, completely missing the fond look on your face. why had he been embarrassed after simply doing a friendly gesture? it was the fair thing to do after all. it wasn’t like he wondered what it would be like to be surrounded by your things. or what they would look like next to his own.
“was that y/n in the stands?” atsumu, his teammate, jogged up beside him on their way to the locker room. “didn’t think i’d ever see them again.”
“i’m surprised you had time to look in the stands at all with how much you were running your mouth at our opponents,” kiyoomi replied.
“well actually~ i only noticed because i saw how you kept looking at them all night.”
kiyoomi let out a disinterested hum, ending the conversation before atsumu could pry any further. despite the teams overwhelming victory that night, kiyoomi had been on edge. just knowing that you were there had him feeling nervous on the court for the first time in years. he thought he had been more subtle about it.
kiyoomi had never been one to talk about his private affairs. all the team knew was that he had gotten married and he refused to say any more about it. they had all seen you only once before over a year ago when you attended a game with his siblings but kiyoomi didn’t introduce you. the team hadn’t even been invited to the wedding. back then, the whole arrangement only made kiyoomi resentful and he refused to talk about you, desperately wanting to keep his volleyball life separate. even though things between you two were better, he never bothered explaining it to anyone, sparing himself the headache from their endless questions.
would there even be any point in telling them? neither you nor kiyoomi knew where things would eventually lead. he still wasn’t sure about your reason for staying. did you plan on only staying for the remainder of his career? you could have left him and moved on with your life but you stayed because you probably felt sorry for him. surely you’d get tired of it eventually, right? the thought of you deciding to leave made his stomach sink. not that he would have any right to be upset if you did.
you deserved better, but he hoped you didn’t care anyway.
kiyoomi took longer than usual in the showers, trying to alleviate his nerves. the night wasn’t over for him yet, unfortunately. when he finally emerged from the locker room, he spotted you among the families and friends of the team. but much to his dismay, you were in the midst of a conversation with atsumu, who seemed to be getting a little too familiar with you.
“omi-omi!” atsumu noticed him approaching.
kiyoomi frowned as he came to a stop in front of you both.
“i was introducing myself properly to y/n. we hadn’t officially met yet thanks to someone… i was just saying how i’ve heard so much about them!”
“you haven’t,” kiyoomi’s eyes narrowed at the arm atsumu had draped around your shoulders.
atsumu grinned down at you and pointed to his teammate. “see what i have to deal with, y/n? i can never catch a break.”
"why do i get the feeling that it’s the opposite?” you joked.
something bitter swelled in kiyoomi’s throat as he watched your exchange. not that long ago, he wouldn’t have cared less about who touched you. but now, it felt strange… and wrong.
the setter reared back, feigning hurt at your words. "so that’s how it is, huh? omi, what did you tell them about me?”
“only the truth.” kiyoomi grunted before turning to you. “we have to do some interviews but it shouldn’t take long. will you be alright here?”
“yeah, i’ll be fine.” you smiled up at him. “and great job out there tonight, kiyoomi.”
a blush threatened to crawl up his neck. he would blame it on his exhaustion if you noticed. “thank you.”
now beside him, atsumu let out an exaggerated sigh. “what about me, y/n? those were my amazing sets after all.”
you playfully rolled your eyes. “i guess you were amazing out there too, miya.”
kiyoomi’s jaw ticked. amazing? seriously?
“ah, don’t be so formal! call me atsu—”
“let’s go.” kiyoomi interjected, his tone sharper than necessary.
you waved them off. “i’ll see you in a bit!”
as the two players made their way down the corridor, atsumu noticed kiyoomi’s slightly reddened face. a devilish grin spread across his lips before he nudged his grumpy teammate and turned back to you.
“y/n! make sure you come to lots of games so omi-omi can do his best for you!”
the post-victory high kiyoomi felt slowly drained from his body as he pulled into the parking lot of an extravagant restaurant. after months of excuses, he couldn’t avoid it any longer. that night you both had plans to meet his parents for dinner. unsurprisingly, they had opted not to attend his game earlier.
kiyoomi thought he did a good job of disguising his discomfort, but you quickly sensed his shift in mood. before walking inside, you gently tugged on the sleeve of his coat to bring him to a stop. he looked down at you and was almost taken aback by the concern on your face.
“kiyoomi, are you alright? we can just go home if you’re not up for this tonight.”
in that moment, kiyoomi knew that he never wanted you to leave him. the feelings he had been trying to ignore for months threatened to spill out. he couldn’t put into words how you made him feel. it was almost too much, but he didn’t want to lose it. maybe one day he’d be brave enough to tell you, but how could he after everything? he remembered the divorce papers you had drawn up, tucked away somewhere in the penthouse.
you had seen him at his cruelest, he almost drove you away in tears, and you were about to face the people that had manipulated him into your marriage in the first place. he couldn’t possibly ask any more of you. maybe things would have been different if he had given your marriage a chance, but he couldn’t think about that anymore.
kiyoomi took your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, already feeling a little bit better.
“i’m fine. let’s just get this over with.“
you nodded warily.
he was grateful when you didn’t press him further. he was even more grateful when you didn’t ask why he still hadn’t let go of your hand.
it didn’t take long for kiyoomi to regret not taking you up on your offer to go home. things had begun decent enough, with the conversation flowing easily despite the tension. his father said very little as usual, busy checking business emails on his phone and nursing a glass of scotch. kiyoomi knew he should have seen it coming and cursed himself for thinking the night might end without any problems.
it all started while you were telling them about how well he had played earlier. kiyoomi smiled shyly as you recapped some of his plays, trying not to let his pride swell at your words. for a moment, he was so happy he almost forgot where he was, but his mother made sure to remind him.
"so kiyoomi,” she began, shamelessly interrupting you. “how long will you be doing that for?”
there was an awkward drawn-out silence before he replied, “what do you mean?”
“volleyball.” she said as if it were obvious. “your father and i were discussing it a while ago and we were thinking we should start considering your other options.”
kiyoomi visibly tensed at her words. next to him, you were rendered speechless, the shock on your face clear as day. kiyoomi himself wasn’t surprised in the least, but you had never seen this side of his mother before. until then, she had been almost sickeningly sweet to you. but after what kiyoomi had revealed, you were able to recognize that it had all been an act. to her, you were simply a means to an end.
“volleyball is my future, so i’m not sure what you’re getting at.” kiyoomi ground out, trying his best to keep his tone even.
his mother sighed. “be realistic, boy. you’re almost thirty now and most players retire before thirty-five with nothing else to fall back on. sure, you’ve found a little success but then what? a volleyball salary isn’t going to cut it forever. you should put that degree of yours to use sooner than later and do something meaningful with your life like your siblings.”
her every word felt like a weight on kiyoomi’s chest, squeezing the air from his lungs.
“i’ve let you carry on with this far too long. i thought that getting married would set your priorities straight but i see that it hasn’t,” she gave you a quick, disapproving glance. “i’m not asking you to retire today, but i’ll need you to start meeting with your father twice a week to learn the business and then—”
“and then what?”hespat.“i’ll do as you say, and then you’ll just find some other part of my life to manipulate? until i’m good enough?”
as he stared into his mother’s eyes, kiyoomi saw nothing. her face conveyed neither concern nor guilt. she only stared back at him as if he were nothing but a stranger speaking to her about the weather. it didn’t matter what he did, kiyoomi realized. she would never be proud of him for who he was. she would never see him as her son who worked hard his whole life to achieve his dreams. try as he might, kiyoomi couldn’t allow himself to ignore the reality of the situation any longer. to her, he was still a mistake that needed to be corrected.
“i know you never wanted me. so just do us both a favor and forget that i exist.”
for over an hour, you drove up and down every street surrounding the restaurant searching for kiyoomi before deciding to return to the penthouse. it was your last hope since you had no way of reaching him. in his rush to leave, kiyoomi had left behind his jacket containing his phone and car keys. you were so worried that you even called his cousin, komori, and begged him to tell you if he heard from kiyoomi.
you didn’t mean to cry, but the adrenaline from your outrage had worn off and you didn’t know what to do. you regretted not immediately going after him. instead, back at the restaurant, your feet had been planted in front of the table as you glowered at his mother.
“what is wrong with you? he’s your son!”
unaffected by your words, she raised an eyebrow in amusement.
“darling, don’t overstep.”
you were losing your composure.“you have no right to—”
“oh! i see what this is. have you deluded yourself into thinking he’d love you? you poor thing. the reality is that kiyoomi has always been a selfish little boy. as long as he can play that little game- he’ll use you until he has nothing left to gain from it.”
her words stung but you refused to give her the reaction she wanted.
“you should be more appreciative. i put you where you are, you would do well to remember that, y/n.”
not giving yourself a chance to reconsider, you swiftly lifted a wine glass off the table and threw its contents in her face.
under different circumstances, the way her expression became deadly in a mere second might have chilled you to the bone.
“you’re a pathetic excuse for a mother. i almost feel sorry for you.”
her tirade of insults sounded throughout the restaurant as you made your exit. you didn’t bother to listen, the only thing on your mind was getting to kiyoomi.
when you finally arrived back home, you were relieved to find his oxfords carelessly discarded in the entryway.
“kiyoomi?”
after no response, you began making your way through each room, cursing how needlessly big the penthouse was. when he wasn’t in the kitchen, master bedroom, or even his training room, you started to panic. had he gone back out before you arrived? as you raced back toward the elevator, you noticed a light down the hall. there was only one other room you hadn’t checked.
after clearing the air months ago, you moved into the guest room, feeling slightly awkward about continuing to share a room with kiyoomi. he was hesitant about your decision and insisted that you take the larger room but you refused. if you were being honest, a large part of you didn’t want to stay in that room because it would only remind you of what never was. you needed the distance.
to your surprise, kiyoomi was splayed across your bed on his back, polishing off a bottle of liquor you suspected was from your old stash. he looked a mess. his previously styled hair was in disarray, shirt untucked from his slacks, and his tie almost completely undone around his neck.
you let out a sigh of relief. “thank god you’re okay,”
he said nothing as you made your way inside and sat down. his eyes remained fixated on the ceiling.
“you know, i think we should consider getting a smaller place.” you tried to joke.
kiyoomi looked over at you then, his eyes softening briefly before he turned away again.
“i’m sorry for leaving you at the restaurant,” he said slowly.
“it’s okay. i was really worried about you.”
“i didn’t mean to… what happened was—”
“you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” you stopped him as he struggled with his words.
there was so much you wanted to ask him. why was his mother so cold to him? what did he mean when he said that she didn’t want him? and what would she do now that he didn’t want anything to do with her? did he mean what he said? but it wasn’t the time for any of that. you were just glad he was home.
neither of you said anything for a long time but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable like it used to be. it was almost peaceful. as if both of you understood that proximity was enough. you wondered if it would remain that way for the rest of the night before kiyoomi spoke again.
“my mother… she used to always tell me that i was lucky to even be born. my parents didn’t want any more kids but then i came along. i was nothing like my siblings. i tried to be for a long time. but when i decided that i wanted to pursue volleyball, everything got worse. i told my mother and she slapped me right across the face. it was like i had betrayed them. they were so angry at me and i couldn’t understand why. i loved volleyball instead of what they chose for me. was that so bad? for them to do all this? to hate me?
"i thought that i had finally convinced them that they could be proud of me when i went pro but of course they weren’t.” he chuckled bitterly. “when i got silver at the olympics, it was like that was the last straw for them. they married me off and put me in this penthouse so i could at least keep up the appearance of a responsible and successful son. what a joke.”
horrified at his words, you bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from crying. you knew the last thing kiyoomi wanted was for you to feel sorry for him. but you didn’t feel sorry for him, you loved him. you loved him and hated everything he had gone through with his family.
though you tried to get rid of any lingering feelings for him over the past few months, they only returned a little more every day. with each meal you shared and every little moment together, it was easy to forget it all. but you were only there to help him now, nothing more. you knew he didn’t want more and it was painful. some days the reality of your situation hurt so much you wondered if you should have left after all… but you knew that you would have regretted that even more.
noticing your watery eyes, kiyoomi sat up. “hey, what’s wrong?”
“nothing, i’m fine,” you squeezed your eyes shut, accidentally letting a few tears escape. “shit. sorry. i’m just—”
your eyes shot open when you felt two large hands on either side of your face. kiyoomi was looking back at you with glazed, almost pained eyes. “i wish you didn’t have to see that. don’t cry for me or my family. it’s not worth it, y/n.”
“you are though.” you held his gaze even as more tears fell. “we’re in this together remember? i’m glad i was there with you. and i’m glad you can talk to me about it. i don’t want you to have to keep it all in all the time. i care about you… so much.”
kiyoomi’s eyes seemed to intensify and he opened his mouth to speak but closed it just as fast. suddenly, his face was inching closer to yours. you froze. was he going to…?
your panic quickly subsided when kiyoomi’s hands fell from your face and his body slumped against yours, his face landing right against your chest.
“k-kiyoomi?” you spluttered, quickly gripping his shoulders to keep him from completely falling onto you.
he groaned but still didn’t move. “fuck, my head…sorry…i’m slightly more inebriated than i thought.”
you exhaled slowly, unsure if you were more relieved or disappointed. but you were glad you hadn’t said too much at least. when kiyoomi started feeling heavier, you carefully slid off the bed and helped him lay down properly.
“alright stay here, drunky, i’ll be right back. and don’t fall asleep.”
you returned from the kitchen a moment later and made him drink an entire bottle of water. “lay on your side in case you puke later.”
“i never puke, that’s gross.” he giggled. the liquor had clearly caught up with him by then. you briefly wished you were devious enough to record him in his current state.
kiyoomi was softly snoring almost immediately after his head met your pillows. you couldn’t help but smile down at him and before you could stop yourself, your hand made its way to his face, softly wiping at the dried tear stains on his cheek. he had been crying before you found him.
“it’ll all be okay, kiyoomi. i promise.” your fingers were in his hair now, gently carding through his curls.
“…imnahgonna…”you froze when he began to stir, but he remained asleep, even letting out a content sigh when you resumed.
after twenty minutes, you were sure he was out for the night and wouldn’t need any more help. carefully, you draped a blanket over him and got up to exit the room.
as you opened the door, kiyoomi began mumbling again but his words came out clearer.
“…i know i’m not good enough…” he slurred. “…but i don’t want them to leave me…”
confused at his words, you paused. you wondered if he was referring to his parents.
“who?”
“y….y/n…”
he was talking about you? leaving?
“kiyoomi, i don’t understand,” you said softly. “do you need more wat-”
“…i know it’s too late…
but i love them…”
A/N: uhh this wasn’t supposed to be over 3k words and i have no self-control i’m sorry (;﹏;) but i didn’t take two months to finish a part this time!! i really struggled with this part though because i wanted to include how y/n and kiyoomi adapted to their new arrangement, kiyoomi’s complicated feelings for y/n, introduce his parents, and set them up for the ending without rushing everything. i already have a bonus chapter in my drafts and part four isn’t even started yet yikes…
notes ; wore heels to an event, this thought came to mind driving home … i cried
ATSUMUwas more than ready to leave this place. the many lights and cameras flashing in all directions made him effortlessly dizzy, and with that dizziness he couldn’t focus on just how gorgeous you were. but honestly, in that dress that hugged you so perfectly you could make anyone drop to the floor at your command felt so unfair. he was genuinely in awe, fully taking in your power. however, signing countless autographs with an already cramped hand and interviews asking the same nosy questions left an exhausted miya in their dust. so the moment he got note of your agreement to leave, he took the chance with haste. “can you make the trip ?” he giggled, eyeing your hobbling form with amusement. you were not having it, making this situation all the more entertaining to him. “shut up tsum…. my feet hurt so bad..” you whined, nearly stumbling into him and right onto the parking lot pavement until he caught you. the setters brows knit worriedly, pulling the tote bag from your shoulders. “well you should’ve just told me baby.” he huffed, bending over to ease your way on his back as a comfy piggy back ride. “what’re you doing ?” you motioned, apparently confused. “hop on sweetheart, i’m being nice.” this caused your face to break into laughter. “such a gentleman.”
AKAASHI had recently been researching different hiking trails to explore. no, he wasn’t a outdoor person but it was boring in the house and he wasn’t going to waste his day with you doing nothing—so instead, he resorted to hiking. yet it appeared he overestimated the length of this trail in particular, pacing himself to make it to the turn-around point. “k..keiji..” you choked out in hurried gasps, causing the editor to glance behind at you and notice your frazzled state. “do you need a break love ?” he eased, holding out a prepared water bottle for you. “i need a car.” you weakly replied, head leering back. “we can turn around here.” he added, brows rising curiously at your once full bottle being handed back in only a few seconds. “please.” and so. well, maybe keiji was overestimating the intensity after all, because your loud heaving allowed the poor decision to sink in further. “do you need a ride ?” he brought up carefully, your head shooting upwards so quickly it became difficult to contain his laughter. “what ? ride ? where ?” — “here.” the raven-head beckoned to himself expectantly. “aw thanks baby.” you sheepishly smiled at his consideration, not wasting the opportunity. nonetheless, halfway down the path back you’d fallen asleep, cheek smudged a giant his shoulder. adorable. “hold on a little longer, we’re almost there dear.”
SAKUSA, only for you, allowed more “intimate contact.” that “intimate contact” despite your assumption consisted massages or perhaps hugs even. a common misconception. you see, you’d attended his practice the day before, underestimating the constant movement of the players bustling from position to position. now laying in bed the morning after, getting up proved a harder obstacle than before. whilst kiyoomi easily rose, preparing breakfast in the kitchen with his soft humming vibrating into your shared bedroom. “kiyoommiii—“ you dragged out, flayed on the bed unhappily. it was impossible, you absolutely could not get out of bed. “what is it ?” he stood by the doorway, observing your dilemma. looking just as breathtaking as always with his messy black curls dancing to his steps. “.. can you massage my feet ?” hesitantly sinking into the sheets you didn’t dare to peek out. unbeknownst to you, the feeling of cold hands rubbing your aching feet stirred your frame. “where does it hurt ?” he narrowed his eyes, brows knitting with concentration. you anticipated a hard ‘no’ and for him to disappear, his willingly loving gestures causing your chest to squeeze with affection. your lack of reply was answered with a soft tap on your leg from the outside. “tell me where it hurts, i’ll be gentle, just tell me when to stop.” this soft side to sakusa was too sweet to handle.
USHIJIMA insisted upon joining you for drinks with a few drinks. he knew this was marking a long time since seeing your work-friends and your drinking intentions would fly out of the window quickly. with this in mind, he quietly sat beside you like an obedient puppy awaiting his cue. the mentioned ‘cue’ being when you began talking nonsense, leaning towards ushijima in a dazed manner. he was easily adjusted to these antics, good thing his presence was present. “and i thought, ‘toshi, you’re saying this to me ?’” the table ‘awwwed’ at your story referring his morning kisses and soft words he awoke you with, ushijima’s face hearing up progressively. “alright, thank you for tonight everyone, i’ll be taking her back now.” he bowed politely, at that moment your reddened heel catching his gaze. the blister forming had gone unnoticed before, but the discovery fueled him to be extra tedious. lightly lifting you bridal style in his arms, he proceeded to carry you to the car—continuously hushing your babbles with small cheek kisses. the ‘morning kisses and soft words’ portion of the earlier story repeated itself the next morning. uninvited but definitely not disliked. the best part being his husky morning voice, heart fluttering.
OIKAWA felt thrilled to dance with you, the multicolored leds casting an authentic glow that lit up the argentine dance floor in a versions array of color. the entire feeling was ethereal. tipsy, but morally more drunk in love than alcohol. your body in his arms with fluid movement left him speechless. ethereal was a good word for it. too wasted to stay any later, his phone screen flashing furiously with a bright 2:48AM told him plenty. fumbling to the taxi, his attention became snagged when you weight fell to the ground, his focus trained fully on you. “are you okay ? babe ? !” he shrieked, wooden orbs filled with panic. “yeah toru .. i think i rolled my ankle.” you lips puckered unrealistically, drenched in the stench of alcohol. “okay okay okay let’s see..” he spoke to himself worriedly, hauling you in a child-like position to lift you up, all the way to the awaiting taxi. “i got you i got you ..” he frantically reminded, the aftermath resulting in a wiped out oikawa spooned in your chest. and from the moment he pried an eye open he was tending to your every need, convinced you were dying. it was quite relaxing actually.
ATSUMUwalked around the park with you, fingers intertwined with comfortably. today was his day off and he was not going to waste it. by absolutely no means necessary—“WAHHH ! !“ the ear rapturing cries rang from a small child, now clinging to your leg like a vice. “hey there little one, what’s wrong ?” you ushered softly, stroking his head gently. this immensely stalled his internal annoyance, just how kind you were. especially with this frightened child. his heart melting into a puddle of love. “m-m-my mommyy..” the boy sniffled, rubbing furiously at his nose. “you lost your mommy ? okay okay, let’s not cry, she’ll be here somewhere.” you eased, holding the child’s hand as you beckoned atsumu forward to follow. soon enough, you discovered the mother appearing just as distressed, once returning the child to his mother, the setter scooped you in his arms. squeezing your figure warmly. “i’m so in loveee….” he swooned, burying his face in your neck with muffled kisses littering on every expanse of skin. “tsumie what’re you doing ?” you giggled, squirming in his hold. “let’s have some kids in the future okay ? i don’t think i can wait much longer anyways.” he hummed, earning a small gasp by you, laughter not far behind.
OSAMU leaned on the countertop, conversing easily with you and his flirty comments flying in each direction ( as per usual ). this was his favorite time of day, where he could just immerse himself in chatter with you. aimless at that. easy conversation that didn’t require much effort, finalizing with you pulled in his embrace with his lips on yours. there was nothing more he wanted than that. well, maybe there was. maybe when a peculiar little one raced through the doors, a bewildered woman trailing after hopelessly. “see mommy ! it’s osamu mira ! the volleyball player !” the child shrieked with glee, bursting into the air then to climb beside the miya happily. “oh my gods i’m so sorry to interrupt your time, my daughter is just a huge fan.” the butchered name the girl gave him causing him to chuckle heartily. scooping the curious magnet in his arms, she marveled at him with stars sparkling in her eyes. you couldn’t help but grin, your husband is so charming. always has been, always will be. “my fan huh ? i might just have to write you an autograph.” he winked foolishly. the little one kicking her feet with eagerness, pulling a small plushie of himself from her purse. “please sign him.” she asked politely, holding the plushie out. osamu was having the time of his life. “of course, so nice of you to come in to see me.” as he handed back the signed plushie, the mother collected her daughter and apologizing profusely. “don’t worry about it ! come back again sweetheart.”
SAKUSAneverhated kids, he just didn’t feel the urge to be around them. ever. well, possibly a little bit. but a midget amount. until a weepy little girl with pink bows in her hand ran up to him, crying her absolute eyes out. “i can’t find my mommmmyyy..” she whined, plopping down on her butt sadly. i mean he couldn’t just abandon her here, it’s dangerous by herself. yet the idea of holding her germ filled hands sent shivers down his hand. however, in that moment he sucked it up. thinking of what you’d do. if he wanted to see you round with child at some point, he’d have to adjust. squatting fown with furrowed brows, he spoke. “alright, can you remember where you were last ? what did you see ?” he tried to make it easy but the crying seemed endless. this was big. thee sakusa kiyoomi holding a baby ? crazy. he didn’t even expect himself to. but still he lightly patted the mini’s back. “you don’t need to cry.” he carefully edged the child to make eye contact with him. eyes filled with trust. “we’ll find her, i promise.” he lifted his pinkie childishly, the little girl linking hers while echoing ‘promise.’ it was quite a sight for you to encounter, heart swelling with adoration for the reserved consideration of your husband. he did find the girls parents, who seemed just as flustered. he excused himself to you seconds after sending farewell, relaxing around you. “you’re so sweet kiyoomi.” — “well i’ll have to get used to it when we have little ones around the house.” you blushed involuntarily at his words, covering your face. “omi..”
SUNA appeared too sly to deal with children. far too mischievous even for you( occasionally ). today you had both volunteered at the child center, something you’ve been wanting to do for a bit. rintarou being dragged along with you. and trust me, the toddlers were madly in love with suna, enamored by his quiet yet snide personality. even if he were to earnestly degrade them, they’d only laugh hysterically as if he had said the most hilarious thing ever. he found this very entertaining, especially with you pretty eyes trained on him. trying to gear you to understand the signs he was expressing. at some point he was aghast at how oblivious you were, simply taking his actions with a grain of salt. he was practically spelling out how badly he wanted this with you. to have a baby, together. despite his lack of passion outside of it. but right now he was putting his all into telling you. somehow. finally he’d had enough, arriving home to snuggle against you with a loud huff of frustration. “why can’t you see ?” he pondered aloud, voice rumbling beside your ears, goosebumps littering your skin. “what is it rinnie ?” you leaned against his chest, eyes shifting closed comfortably—he was warm. “can we have this ?” you immediately understood, his hands coming to massage your tummy and hips needily. he couldn’t be more ready. butterfly kisses peppering along your collarbones. “you want ?” you whispered. “i want.”
notes ; my requests will be answered do not fret, it’s difficult right now .. but i promise i’ll get to them ( and this forbidden affair of ours as well )
SAKUSA takes your hands in his, holding your fingers up to his ice cold cheek with a soft sigh. he won’t budge, at some point you’re concerned if he’s even breathing until peering an eye open to see your beautiful face and only sigh more. especially when you’re immersed in a conversation and not him. unbelievable just how much this giant volleyball was a sucker for you. “y/n..” he utters in a hushed tone, thankfully drawing your attention away. you noticing immediately the need in his voice, a feeling of guilt gnawing at your chest at just how blind you were to his fear of crowds. this germaphobe going such lengths for you—to fulfill your wishes despite his disadvantage. his eyes straying to your connected hands to you with pinched brows. once you excused yourself, you whipped to the car and the moment you sat down his head was in your lap. “kiyoomi, we need to go home baby.” your fingers curving to soothe his curly black locks. “it’s fine here.” he whispered, big hand stroking your thigh with relief. “do you want to stay here then ? i thought you’d want to get home though.” you chuckled softly, stunned into silence at his following words. “wherever you are, that’s my home.”
AKAASHI reaches for his glasses, using the wipe ever so carefully to clear the fogged lenses. today was his day off, and after countless hours with you the bustling errands has came to a halt. now shifting to make way to nighttime routine. you walked from the bathroom to the bedroom in your pajamas, that being one of akaashi’s big t-shirts with ‘VOLLEY-STARS’ glittering in hot pink letters that he’d been gifted from his mom for his thirteenth birthday ( he wore it nonstop and a few years later discovered just how truly ugly it was ). “are you tired ?” keiji insisted, glancing up from his reading to survey your spirited expression. “nah not really.” you shrugged, stretching your arms comfortably behind your head. of course akaashi’s pout was spotted like a dazzling orange gem in black soil. “what ? you want me to climb in there with you and cuddle ?” you grinned mischievously, earning a sheepish keiji in reply. “yes… please come here, i want to lay on your chest.” he proposed, ecstatic when you hoped down. “fine, just until you go to sleep you hoot.” you chuckled at how eager he was, humming in delight. what could be better than this, with your husband half-asleep on your chest in a daze. “i love you ..“ he grumbled softly before falling right asleep.
TSUKISHIMA is much more subtle when needy, he’ll start with quiet gestures of maybe a poke on the cheek or a soft pinch to your hip to try and gravitate your affection ( which can come in the form of annoyance to tsuki ). but this time it seemed you were resilient, generally numb to his efforts and the blocker was becoming gradually frustrated. he leaned back in the seat, tapping his foot and deciding on how he should time this. instead, his mouth spoke before he could even process it. “brat, give me a kiss.” he tapped your shoulder, your bewildered face telling him enough. however this was tsukishima we’re talking about, the one person in this world who doesn’t get phased even when they’re the ones projecting strange outbursts so he simply smirked. “you said you want to all the time, so i’m making it easy for you. go on.” your response immensely surprising to him. “what’s the occasion ? letting me have it easy this time or do you want it.” you clamored, edging closer to him. “what if i did say i want it then ? “ — “then i won’t waste the opportunity.” you sang, breath lingering on his cherry lips and crashing in seconds later. needy, hungry kisses. this side of tsukishima was foreign, but not disappointing. “so cute, even your lips taste sweet.” he snickered, mouth pulling at the sides.
KUROO has and will always be outward when he’s needy. not limited to, but especially when he’s needy. “kitten~ it’s so lonely here~” he whined, facetiming you while you factored in at work. unfortunately the hours aligned on kuroo’s rest day and he was not having it. his complaints thought to irk you, but after all these years of being married to the living cat it didn’t bug you that much. “then why don’t you come visit me, my lunch break is in 30 minutes. if you drive you’ll be there right at 12:00.” you lifted your brows at his gaping jaws. “great idea kitty ! you’re a genius !” rolling your eyes at his toyed gratitude. well he might just be the easiest person to spot in the entire building, practically bouncing with energy. and maybe you should’ve felt just as happy to see him, but knowing the childishness that was going to proceed left you faltering. oh great. he wasn’t just sugaring you up. “KITTENNN ! !” the loud shout drawing the attention of the entire office. how embarrassing. you deflated, there was no escape. “i missed you so much—“ you nearly sobbed, flinging himself onto you with dramatic fake-tears. “please leave tetsu you’re embarrassing me.” you muttered, covering your face with your face. “i guess i’m too attached huh.” kuroo beamed, grabbing your hand to lead you into the cafeteria. “now i can show you how much i missed you unhinged~” — “tetsu you’re a dork.” — “not nice kitten.”
notes~haven’t written in a bit, this is a nice start-up
ATSUMU>>“a dog ? well we can’t have an ankle-biter, so how ‘bout a retriever ? or one of those big ones like- a great dane ?” you remained mildly surprised that he wasn’t opposing, y’know, since his volleyball career and such. oh wait, there’s no way he could be agreeing so easily without a catch. “why a big dog tsumie ?” he pulled his head back in the love-seat, sultry smirk coating his lips. “so when i’m out at a game or a practice my baby will be protected. ‘can’t trust a chihuahua to keep my princess safe.” he huffed, crossing those veiny arms comfortably. “we cannot possibly fit a dane in here atsumu ! and for goodness sakes it’s not even fair !” the setter only chortled in reply, apparently pleased with himself. “is this your way of saying no ?” you crossed your arms defiantly, mimicking the boy seconds earlier. “nah, just sayin’ what needs to be said.” he inched closer to you, leaning forwards to meet your gaze. “but seriously, can’t have anything happenin’ to my little lady now can i ?”
SAKUSA>> “.. out of all the things you could want. a car, a new bag, maybe even shoes. but a dog ?” he knitted his brows, glaring at your smug self looking all pretty in the passenger seat. “yes kiyoomi, a puppy. we’d get one that doesn’t shed, and their a really really good companion.” you pleaded, trying your hardest to form some doe eyes. he sighed heavily, placing his head on the wheel hopelessly. “i’ll think about it, but this dog .. if we get it, is going to be the most well trained dog to exist.” he furrowed, his peculiar moles shifting with his troubled facial expressions. “thank you omi—“ you hushed, giggling at that cold stare as you peppered his face with an endless flurry of kisses. “but.” he interjected, grasping your jaw lightly despite his grip seeming stern. “at least kiss me properly as a form of repayment, but that’s not all, i expect a bit more.” his eyes traveling down ever so slightly, a soft gasp escaping your lips at the bold retort. oh, repayment was an interesting way of getting his thoughts through to you.
SUNA>> “why not a baby ?” he glanced up from his phone at the restaurants venue, expression unwavering when you proceed to choke on your food. “rinnie, c’mon.” you ushered quickly, patting your chest hurriedly. well, it was a futile attempt to calm down your racing heart. the things he did to you. if only he knew. however, it appeared he wasn’t joking this time. that poker face continuing to make you palpitate. biting your lip as you fiddled with the hem of your top. “think of a dog-a puppy as a start, then we can think of a baby. but with you playing for the paper mills.. it’s a lot to work with rinnie.” suna swirled the liquid in his glass, that sly grin parting ways once almond orbs met yours competitively. “why a start ? this baby can be our start and to be honest—i don’t know if i can wait in the long run sweetheart.” rising to his feet, he called to the waiter, handing his card easily with a business-oriented smile before slipping his cold fingers between yours. “let’s make tonight our start, shall we ?”
AKAASHI>> “mm .. that’d be cute. we could dress them in sweaters in the winter and celebrate their birthday.” he hummed, hands kneading the shampoo into your hair. today was a showering-together day. a day akaashi liked to recall as a best-of-all day. a day where he could get to experience the euphoric sensations of a warm shower with you, and save on the water bill at the same time. “really ? i thought you’d object the idea.” you chuckled, his hands leaving a satisfied sound rolling off your tongue. he pondered on the thought as you both bathed, transitioning to scrubbing your back ( while leaving kisses on your shoulders to simper at the goosebumps tracking afterwards ) instead. “what would you name them ?” you inquired, turning your head to watch him thoughtfully. “olive.” he replied nonchalantly, confused at your beaming face. “that is the most akaashi-thing i’ve ever heard you say.” — “olive ?” — “there it is again !”
Kaiya was still in shock and awe, walking into his apartment, she couldn’t stop staring at the ring on her left hand, glinting no matter what angle she moved her fingers. He couldn’t take it anymore the moment the door closed behind him. Slipping his mask off his chin, his hands gripped her waist, connecting his lips to her warm neck making her sigh softly
“Kiyoomi” She purred under her breath, leaning back against him…
“Don’t you want to shower?” She asked but he grunted, holding her tightly against him. One of his hands pushing her dress up her leg, holding it up while his hand busied itself caressing the bare skin of her thigh.
“Later…”
Biting her lip, she held back any other words threatening to form, realising from the way his crotch rubbed against her that he had absolutely no qualms of delaying any further.
He frowned when she slowly pulled away from him, but Sakusa calmed when her hand lifted up her dress and she slipped her heels off, easing the tension from her aching feet. He took a step towards her but she lifted a hand, stopping him from coming any further
“Hold on, Omi-kun… You tend to get feral when it comes to sex and I don’t mind… But I will absolutely not let you ruin this dress…” Sakusa pouted slightly, but she stood her ground… He smirked, coming closer to her, gripping her jaw, making her breath hitch
“Then take it off” He said, making her still and her heart flutter… His fingers trailed the bustier of the dress, feeling where her breasts spilled over the cups, tracing her soft skin… Her fingers went behind her neck, fiddling with the buttons that held the straps of the dress up, undoing them and he grinned when he could finally push the cups below her breasts, revealing them in all their glory… She let out a small grunt when his hands began palming and weighing her heated flesh under them. She was quick to find the zip that held the dress around her waist, a small struggle to unzip it
“O-Omi-kun, the zips stuck…” She muttered in embarrassment. Sakusa just chuckled, his fingers began teasing her nipples making Kaiya whimpering leaning against him, whining his name
“I’m a little busy here…” He muttered, flicking her soft buds. She moaned, trying her best to undo the zipper, getting frustrated by his teasing… Finally, she had won the battle, feeling the fragile zipper finally pull through, letting her dress drop at her ankles. Bending away from his grip, she lifted the discarded cloth. Carefully placing it on his dresser before her hands went to undo the necklace on her neck
“Don’t.” Sakusa purred, pushing her body against the dresser, stopping her from going any further. She gasped when he turned her around to face him, his hand squeezing her jaw in his grip, Sakusa leaned down to lock lips with her, hard. He parted just for a second, looking at her
“I like seeing you like this…” His thumb began caressing her lips, smearing the light rogue on her lips but he didn’t care… He loved the fact that she was in nothing but those mesh stockings and a tiny little thong… Such lewdness hidden underneath that dress…
“My Bunny all dolled up just for me…” He cooed, pecking her lips… Her hands went to undo the top few buttons of his shirt but he gripped her wrists, clicking his tongue
“Forget about me right now… I just want to focus on you baby” He muttered, making her cheeks heat up… He had done some much for her tonight, she looked at the tent straining against his trousers. Swallowing the saliva building in her mouth, he raised a brow when she slowly undid his belt, pulling it from the loops of his pant, letting it drop to them floor
“Kaiya…” He muttered but she hummed, lowering herself to her knees. His fingers petted the top of her head, watching her unzip his pants…
“I want to make my husband feel good too” She mewled cutely, making his cheeks warm. Smiling, she slipped his hard cock from its confines, pulling it out until it stood hard a few inches from her face. Hearing her refer to him as her husband, did something to him. He gripped the sides of her head, his long fingers digging through her locks, feeling her warm breath quicken against him
“My pretty little housewife… Gonna suck my cock real good huh?” He cooed in amusement making her hum
“Mhmm, can I?” She asked, batting her lashes in return, and he groaned
“Open your mouth for me”
Parting her lips, she leaned forward, wrapping them around his thick tip, sucking on it. Sakusa’s eyes closed, tilting his head back moaning under his breath, feeling her tongue glid against his head. She mewled lightly, bobbing her mouth further down his cock.
“Fuck…” He groaned, letting her pick up her own pace. He loved the fact that she didn’t need guidance anymore. Instead, he gripped her head tighter, pushing even more of himself down her mouth. She moaned, loosening her jaw, letting him push himself down her throat until her nose touched his abdomen
“You’ve become really good at this…” He sighed, he couldn’t wait for a lifetime for this… She controlled her breathing, letting him pull her lips back before thrusting into her mouth. The lewd sounds escaped from her stuffed lips but it turned him on even more. Just watching how pleased she looked from sucking his dick.
She froze when he pushed her all the way down his length again, her eyes burning slightly but Sakusa sighed, she hummed, eyes widening when he held her hair tightly, taking steps back towards the bed. She was forced to drag her knees with him steps, feeling his cock strain and throb against her throat, almost making all the breath leave her body before he let go, his cock slipping from her lips making her gasp when he dropped himself on the bed, pulling his trousers off before spreading his legs.
“This might make it easier for you Bunny… Come on then, finish what you started for me” He smirked, rolling his sleeves to his elbows before resting on them, watching her intensely. She bit her wet lip, her palms pressing against the carpet, crawling between his long stretched out legs. Gripping his thighs, she lifted herself up feeling shy when she gripped his thick cock in one hand.
“Omi-kun… You’re so mean… My knees hurt from that…” She pouted, hearing him chuckle. Sakusa sat up, his face going stoic
“Instead of wasting your breath talking…” He muttered, gripping the back of her head, pushing her face against his cock,
“…put your mouth to use here”
She was about to roll her eyes but when his hot member throbbed against her cheek, she pressed her thighs together, her tongue slipped form between her lips, dragging along the underside of his shaft. Sakusa hummed in approval, leaning back comfortably, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, pulling it off his body with ease. He inhaled when he felt her tongue tease the slit on his tip, making his eyes glint for a moment, glancing at her bobbing head. It felt so good, she knew exactly how to tease him. Her fingers trailed under his length, a groan escaping when she cupped his balls, playing with them while she sucked him
“Y’know when I proposed, it means you’re in for a lifetime for my meanness… Think you can handle it?” He teased.
Kaiya pulled off his cock for a moment, looking up at him
“Maybe it’s one of the reasons why I said yes…” She teased, watching the corners of his mouth tug into a smug look. She squeaked, feeling the tight grip fisting her locks, not giving her a moment when he forced his cock down her throat again, laughing to himself when he heard her almost gag.
“C’mon, let me give you a preview of what’s to come in the future for you”
She moaned, feeling her eyes prick with tears but it was only an illusion to how excited she was from his words. A lifetime of kinky sex with him? If there was a god, she had to thank him because her prayers had been answered. Ignoring the wetness pooling between her legs, she hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder before locking eyes with him.
Sakusa grunted, his thumbs stroking her cheeks, disrupting the steady flow of her tears
“I spend the rest of my life with a slutty little housewife… How lucky… The things I’m going to do to you once you’re mine…” He purred, pulling his cock out of her mouth. She tried catching her breath, while his hands gripped her arms, pulling her onto the bed.
“Kiyoomi” She squealed when he roughly brought her hips towards his face. Her knees dug into the mattress, looking down at his jaw peaking from between her legs. His fingers hooked into her thong, pushing it to one side. Embarrassed, she tried to crawl off him but he held her hips still, one hand smacking her ass, making her yelp
“Sit down” He muttered and she bit her lips, feeling him slowly bring her hips down. His mouth pressed against the pussy and she quivered,
“O-Omi~” She moaned, her hands resting on his solid stomach, trying to control her shaking lips when his tongue began tracing her slit. Her legs felt like they were melting but his hand began stroking the curve of her ass, sliding up towards her back before he pushed her to lay down on top of him. Her eyes were met with his erect cock, trying to focus on it but his tongue began rolling and rubbing against her clit making her mewl.
Sakusa held her thighs, pulling her knees even more apart, shamelessly lapping at her slipping juices.
“Bunny’s cunt tastes sweeter than usual…” He purred, kissing her fluttering folds listening to her whimper. Finally, she turned her head, pushing his cock back into her mouth and Sakusa sighed in pleasure. She was confused when he bent one leg over his knee, trapping her upper body under it. A squeak when he turned their bodies to the side. She moaned loudly against his cock when he buried his face between her thighs, eating her out like no tomorrow. He pressed his calf against her shoulders, pushing her head over his cock and she closed her eyes, sucking him off once more, trying to match the pace of his tongue.
She always did admire his legs, years of training really had paid off but she had never appreciated as much as she did now that she was trapped between them. She could taste the beads of pre cum dripping onto her tongue, swallowing it before parted form his shaft, craning her neck to suck one his balls. Sakusa grunted, leaning his head back for a moment relishing in the feeling of her warm mouth before his hands gripped her ass, spreading it apart.
“Is that how you’re gonna play? Well then…” He muttered, eyeing her tight hole. She moaned when his tongue began teasing her ass, her hips accidently grinding against his face making him smirk
“Filthy girl, you’re enjoying this… You like doing nasty things with your husband, don’t you?” He purred, pushing two fingers inside her pussy, coating them in her slick before pulling them out. She moaned, dropping her head while her hands curled into fists, face going red when his finger slid into her back entrance
“Y-Yeah” She mewled, while he pushed her hips to rest on his chest, letting his fingers tease her holes good. She couldn’t suck on him any longer, his ministrations felt too good that all she could do was meagrely stroke his cock while whining and mewling. He could feel her twitching each time his thumb brushed her clit, grunting when she accidently squeezed his cock a bit too hard but he ignored it. His leg lifted off her, hands holding her steady before he sat up, dropping her body onto the mattress. His long fingers hooked into the sides of her skimpy underwear, rolling them down her legs… Gripping her knees, he lifted them in the air, spreading them wide apart to look at her glistening pussy
“You’re dripping everywhere, sweetheart…” He cooed, rubbing his palm against her slit, feeling her slick against it. She whimpered, her neck craning against the bed gripping his wrist, her fingers meeting the cold steel of his watch while he continued moving his palm around
“Feels so good…” She moaned and he hummed,
“I know you love it when I do this…”
He slipped two fingers inside her fingers, watching her mouth form into an ‘O’, eyes closing as she began panting him name. Sakusa leaned forward, licking his lips, tasting her slick from earlier before wrapping them around her nipple, suckling on her while he finger fucked her. Kaiya’s brows furrowed, a shaky moan slipping from her, rolling her hips against him. Her hand gripped the back of his head, arching her back letting him bite the soft flesh of her breast around her nipple. Sakusa pulled away, turning to give attention to her other breast before his teeth began nipping and sucking at her skin, littering them with his marks
She squeaked when he suddenly turned his wrist, shocking her when his fingers pushing in deeper, feeling her walls clamp against them before he thrusted into her with an unforgiving pace. She cried out, her body unable to take such intense pleasure, squirming and sobbing against him… The build up felt so good, despite how embarrassing the sounds her soaked core was making from his teasing, she bent her knees, toes curling from pleasure, crying out his name
“O-Oh god… Omiii~” She squealed, eyes rolling back crying out in a pitchy moans
“Cum for me, baby… Right here on my bed… I want it soaked” He cooed, his other hand rubbing at her clit, making her almost lose her mind
“Nooo!” She squealed, gasping and panting, her hands covering her face when she felt an intense orgasm take over. Her body felt like it was shaking, her mind melting away feeling like she was on a cloud when she saw white. Sakusa was pleased, his cock almost spurted when she squirted. He was impressed with himself for making her cum so hard, eagerly soaking in the way she was panting as if all of the breath was taken from her lungs. He eyed the mess on his sheets, smirking…
“Good girl… You did exactly what I wanted…” Sakusa patted her head, moving her hands from her face, looking at her flustered and erotic expression. His eyes locked with hers, leaning down towards her panting lips before he kissed her. She whimpered against him, letting him push his tongue into her mouth, distracting her as she calmed down from her climax
“Was that good?” He asked her softly and she hummed, cupping his face
“It was really good… But you didn’t get to cum…” She panted. He smirked, letting his hand glide over her stomach, warming her skin under his palm before his fingers slid towards her pussy, rubbing her folds softly
“I will, don’t worry… Just rest for a minute” He muttered, lifting himself from the bed. She watched him saunter to his bathroom, listening to the tap as it began flowing. He entered the bedroom for a second before walking outside. She took this moment to remove the jewellery and stockings she was wearing, sighing in relief because her ears no longer felt heavy. She could hear him shuffling around, only to return with a large glass of water
“Drink this”
She thanked him, sitting up to chug what she now realised were electrolytes. She was embarrassed feeling the wet sheets under her but he didn’t seem to care, just going back into the bathroom. She quickly got up, stripping the sheets in a haste. Although he never seemed to be bothered about their sexual antics…
Setting the dirtied sheets to the side, she draped clean bedding over, feeling satisfied now. He had managed to poke his head out of the bathroom door, raising a brow
“I told you to rest… I was going to do that later” He muttered and she smiled shyly
“Its okay… I wanted to do it”
He nodded before beckoning her to come towards him
“Come on Bunny”
She followed him towards the bathroom, raising a brow when she noticed the tub was filled, scattered with rose petals, a few candles lit. He dimmed the lights, extending his hand to her and she climbed into the bath with him.
Both of them sighed comfortably, as she leaned against his chest
“This is heavenly…” She muttered, looking up at him before tilting her head to kiss her cheek
“Thank you for everything Omi”
Sakusa just smiled and they both watched the city from his window.
(AN: idk I can imagine Sakusa having one of those fancy penthouse apartments with tinted glass windows everywhere.)
He pushed her hair to one side, letting his lips kiss her exposed shoulder while she closed her eyes. However, both of them were startled when they heard a bang, they heads immediately turning to the window and she let out an awe, watching fireworks light up the sky in front of them
“Wow! I’ve never seen them from this high up before! It’s unreal” She muttered in awe and he raised a brow, realising that it was the begin of the holiday festivity celebrations in the city. Stretching his legs, his feet were planted against the end of the tub and she slowly moved from her position against him, going to the other end of the tub. He was alerted when she lifted half her body up, to watch the firework display in wonderment. He couldn’t take his eyes off her pussy and ass, just swaying in front him while she was distracted.
“It’s so pretty!” She beamed happily, before she felt the water slowly ripple form his movements. She was about to turn her head,
“Oh sorry Omi-kun, was I blocking your– VIEW” Her words were cut off in a moan when he held her hips, not even waiting a minute to push the tip of his cock inside her. She gripped the ends of the tub, moaning when he pushed himself into her
“I have a pretty sexy view…” He muttered, his hands reaching to grab her shoulders, thrusting into her harder. She moaned and gasped, feeling the warm bath water splash over the rim of the tub. Her moans echoed in the bathroom, overshadowing the fireworks bursting outside. He grunted, tilting his head back, feeling the way her pussy squeezed his cock so good.
“Aah!”She moaned, bracing her palms against the glass while Sakusa watched her ass smack against his stomach. He licked his bottom lip, gripping her long locks in one hand, fisting them around his arm before he pulled making her back hit his chest. She squeezed the sides of the tub, grinding herself against him, feeling him stretch her insides so deep, making her feel full, from the searing hot rod inside of her
“Kiyoomi… So deep” She purred, mewling. Her eyes widened when he gripped her knee, lifting it to rest her foot on the edge of the tub, pounding into her pussy faster.
Sakusa began littering nips and kisses on her shoulder and neck, letting his hands cup her breasts, massaging them in his large hands
“Who’s fucking you so good, huh?” He purred into her ear, making her mewl
“Y-You!”
“Fuck… You’re making me feel so restless… I need you back on my bed now” He growled, pulling out making her whine from the loss of pleasure and build up. He hushed her, grabbing her dripping body, lifting her from the tub. She clung onto him, shivering from the cool air in his bedroom but he didn’t care, throwing her wet body onto the bed. She reached out for him and he climbed over her, his hands holding her knees apart before he pressed his body on top of her.
“HAH! Oh! Omi!~” Kaiya mewled, her arms wrapping around his neck when he pistoned his hips into her. He was grunting, panting hard with each solid thrust, dominating her lithe body under him. Her nails dug into his back, legs stretching from the way he ground her body into the mattress. His arms were on either side of her head and he glanced down to watch her face twist form pleasure. Panting hard, he could feel himself getting closer to his orgasm. He noticed her hand sneaking between their bodies to where they were connected, rubbing her clit.
“Fuck, say my name again” He growled, pulling his hips back, only to pound into her harder
“Kiyoomi!” Kaiya cried out, “A-Ah~I-I can’t think straight”She whined, feeling his balls slap against her with his feral thrusts. He could feel her already gushing around his cock, pushing all the way inside her before he rocked his hips making her breath hitch, crying out form the pleasure.
The heat between their bodies was searing, but the sweat didn’t bother him. Instead, his hands went under her waist, pulling her up. She hid her face against the crook of his neck, her knees pressing to his sides while she began whimpering against him. Her lower stomach felt so full from him, a week without Sakusa was like torture. He gripped the back of her head, pulling her away from his neck, to look into her teary eyes giving her a small smile
“C’mere baby…” He cooed, slowing his thrusts for a moment… His lips grazing hers sweetly, she hissed sharply when his hand suck between her legs, teasing her clit
“Gonna be my pretty little housewife, hm?” He cooed and she nodded, biting her lip while he continued teasing her clit and whispering sweet nothings into her ear
“I’m gonna take such good care of you, make sure you’ll never stopping smiling…” He muttered, nuzzling her nose with his.
“Kiyoomi, I love you… Cant wait to get married to you” She cooed, and he chuckled when he felt the walls of her pussy squeeze his cock tight
“I’d marry you right now if I could” He said making her pussy throb again and he raised a brow. She felt shy but hearing that had really made her happy. He must’ve felt happy too because she felt his cock begin to grow harder again. She gripped his face, pushing her mouth against his, kissing him hard. Sakusa leaned back, letting her invade his mouth with her sweet kisses and caresses from her tongue. He slowly began moving his hips again, listening to her mewls. Pulling away from his mouth, he rested his forehead against hers, breathing hard
“Ready to cum? Ngh,your pussys squeezing me so good” He grunted, listening to her hum. She let go of his face, her hands bracing themselves on the mattress underneath her while her legs unhooked from his sides, feet pressed against the bed. Sakusa groaned and he stretched his legs, both of them lifting their hips together, grinding against one another. His hands held her hips, rocking into her harder and she moaned, when his abdomen brushed against her clit. Her chest rose everytime she felt her clit being stimulated, unable to hold back the lewd sounds emitting form her throat.
He groaned when he felt her walls madly pulsate around his own throbbing member. Finally, he tilted his hips just right, brushing his thick member against the spot that he knew drove her over the edge and it worked. He watched Kaiya’s face twist in heated arousal, her arms giving out and she slipped onto the mattress between his legs, lifting her hips crying out his name.
“Fucking hell… When you look like that, there’s no way I’m gonna last”
Cursing, he grabbed her ass, going into her harder with sloppy thrusts, the sounds of her squelching pussy filling his ears, driving him wild. It only took a few moments before his cock finally spurting inside of her, filling her with his warmth. He didn’t want to leave her behind, letting his fingers roll and rub her clit until she jolted, gripping his wrist tight, moaning his name
“Kiyoomi! I-I’m– Mmh~”In a whimper, her legs bent to her chest, still holding onto his wrist tight and he hissed when she squeezed onto his cock so good because her orgasm took over. Watching her crumble from the pleasure, he panted, slowly pulling his dick out of her, met with his thick cum spilling from her folds. She whined when he pushed his fingers inside of her, fucking his essence back inside helping her ride out her climax on his fingers before she finally calmed down…
Laying next to her, his lips connected to her breast, gently sucking on her tit while her hand played with his curly dark locks. As soon as her breaths calmed, he pulled away with a pop, raising himself until their faces were levelled. He gripped her left hand, raising her hand in the air above their faces looking at the ring on her finger, humming in approval
“It looks pretty good…” He muttered and she smiled, stretching her fingers looking at the ring in awe
“You have really good taste, I must admit”
Sakusa felt smug, he did choose this ring himself because he knew what she liked best. Atsumu’s taste was a little gawdy… Hinata’s was too flashy and Bokuto, bless him… Was no help. He was lucky Komori came with him and their tastes had somewhat matched, making Sakusa feel confident with his choice
“Kiyoomi…” She muttered and he hummed, looking at her
“Yeah?”
She seemed shy but she turned to face him, a little aware of his mess slipping from her folds making her squeeze her thighs together
“Um… Did you really mean it when you said you wanted to get married now?”
He nodded, “Yeah… I don’t think we need to wait unless you want to? You could move in with me first?”
She raised a brow, “I don’t think I want to wait either…”
Sakusa sat up and she followed him, both of their hearts were pounding
“Kaiya, do you want to get married now?” He asked and she bit her lip, fiddling with her fingers
“Otosan would not let me move in unless we were married…”
Sakusa hummed, smirking in amusement
“You already practically live here”
She felt bad for her father because he had no idea…
“I know…”
Sakusa gripped her hand, stroking the ring clad finger
“Kaiya, lets meet our parents tomorrow and tell them we’re getting married”
Kaiya’s eyes widened and he was confused by her expression,
“Okay!”
Her felt her heart race and he was almost startled when her arms wrapped around his neck and she hugged him hard, making him fall back onto the bed with her on top of him.
“We’re actually doing this! We’re getting married!” She giggled and he smirked, hugging her waist tight
“Yes we are, Bunny” He cooed, kissing her cheek sweetly.
“Hello Omi-kun, I’ve boarded the train!” Kaiya said, holding her phone to her ear with her shoulder while she rummaged through her. Sakusa grunted,
“Okay. Message me when you reach. How are your parents? I’m sure your father must be upset.” Sakusa said and Kaiya hummed, taking out the sandwiches she had made earlier. Her father beamed, grabbing them from her, jolly as ever while he ate, making Kaiya’s mother shake her head.
“Sure… He’s devastated…” Kaiya muttered… To be honest, the lady who passed away was her father’s mean aunt. They weren’t really close, but they could not avoid ditching the funeral… She felt really bad for leaving Sakusa in that situation, she was pretty excited about going out this weekend…
“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” She asked him.
However, she was actually more concerned about Chewy than Sakusa…
Two pairs of dark eyes locked with one another. Sakusa’s mouth turned into a scowl staring at the caged vermin on his balcony.
“It’s just a rabbit.” He answered and she raised a brow, wondering if he read her mind…
“Omi, I’m sorry for making you do this… You just need to feed him and that’s all… He can stay in the hutch until I’m back. So don’t worry about taking him out or anything.”
Sakusa grimaced, he could feel those beady little eyes boring into him.
“I can handle it, Kaiya”
He didn’t like that… Turning his back, he walked back inside… Just being a few inches away from the cage, made him immediately scrub his hands.
“You’re so sweet Omi-kun… I’m probably going to try coming back tonight. Otosan and Okasan will stay the weekend but they said I can come back after the funeral.” Her voice dropped into a whisper
“I promise I’ll make it up to you later… We can do anything you want”
He raised a brow, now that peeked his interest
“Anything?” He asked and she hummed, cautiously looking at her parents but they were busy in their own world. She let out a small laugh,
“You heard me” She teased, making him smirk
“Where are your parents sitting?” He asked and she raised a brow,
“Near me.” She answered, and her mother looked at her smiling
Sakusa just chuckled, “Can they hear me?” He asked
“No…”
“Good…”
“Why?” She asked and he was quiet for a second, before a smug look grew on his lips
“Just tell your father to book an appointment for you”
She was confused, furrowing her brows
“Me? W-Why?”
Her parents glanced at her, looking at her confused face but Sakusa caught her attention again when he smugly blurted
“Because you’ll be needing it when I break your back tonight”
She nearly gave a reaction, but she was still facing her parents. Controlling the heat that rushed to her flushed cheeks, she cleared her throat
“P-Please take care of Chewy! Bye” She squeaked, cutting the call.
Sakusa just chuckled, setting his phone down. It was only a day with the rabbit, he would manage. Looking towards the balcony, he was thankful that there was a barrier between him and Chewy… But in the back of his mind, Sakusa knew he had to get used to the vermin’s presence… Afterall, if Kaiya married him, Chewy would also be moving in with them, much to the athlete’s dismay.
It was still pretty early this morning, so he decided to do the one thing he enjoyed when he was by himself. Opening the cabinet, he let out a pleased sigh,
“There you are” He cooed, taking out the cleaning sprays and disinfectants.
“Time for some spring cleaning” He muttered, pleased.
Although he enjoyed his girlfriend’s company, there were certain times when Sakusa also appreciated being alone, when he could really let loose. Of course, for him letting loose was cleaning his own space, just the way he liked it. Cleaning was comforting and it was cathartic for him.
As the morning went on, he let out a pleased sigh at how everything sparkled. Every object was neatly in place, all the surfaces were glinting. Taking his gloves and apron off, he set them down before washing his hands. His stomach began grumbling and he hummed, preparing for lunch.
It was an absolutely lazy weekend, he watched a random show while he ate but it felt a bit lonely without her… He missed her commentary whenever they watched something together, the cute little gasps she slipped when she’d get surprised… It was amusing how almost 7 months ago, he was happy living a bachelor’s life to now craving the presence of his partner…
The impact that one tiny person had over him in almost half a year…
Sakusa hummed when his phone buzzed, grabbing for it, to see a message from Kaiya
Kaiya: I’ve reached! Should be back home by dinner <3 Also please feed Chewy lunch <3 Love you!
His nose scrunched up reading her message… He absolutely forgot about the rabbit that had taken over his balcony… Grumbling, he stood up going to the fridge where Kaiya had packed Chewy’s food… Picking up the box she had clearly labelled as Chewy’s lunch, he sighed.
He reached for the washing gloves, slipping them on his hands before sliding his mask on… Begrudgingly walking towards the balcony, he stood in front of the hutch. Both of them were locked in a staring match… Trying not to be intimidated by one another…
‘He’s just a rabbit… He’s just a rabbit…’ Sakusa pepped himself… He swallowed the nausea he felt rising in his system but he scoffed.
“Get a fucking grip… He’s just a rabbit.” He told himself. Sakusa bent down to unlatch the hutch, quickly shoving the box inside. He tried to slam the hutch gate close but it swung back open and before he could close it again, Chewy jumped through, scaring the shit out of the giant man
“Oh fuck, no”
He had never moved so fast in his life, not even on the court but Sakusa made a bee line inside…
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” He kept chanting, pacing around in panic, hands pushing his curls back, marching to the supply closet…
Grabbing his broom, he was going to try gently coaxing the devil back into it’s cage… But as soon as he turned towards the balcony (which he forgot to close in his panic), his heart nearly leapt out of his chest.
~
Atsumu was lounging around on his balcony, sipping on his beer while he listened to his playlist.
“Fuck, I love the holidays…” He sighed happily, stretching his legs to rest against the railing of the balcony, basking in the sunlight
“Tsumu~” Hanami’s voice sung from his inside, humming he turned to look inside, smirking when he caught sight of her. She winked, cheekily holding open her robe to show the lewd lingerie set underneath, coaxing him
“You hungry?” She purred, making him grin
“I’m starving” He cooed, making her giggle, beckoning him to come inside
“Come get it~”
Setting the beer can down, he got up from the lounger, grinning ear to ear
“Ain’t nuthin gonna ruin my day” He sang, making his way towards her. She squealed in delight when he lifted her up, rushing to his room. Throwing her onto the bed, Atsumu climbed over her, his hands massaging her breasts while he scattered kisses all over her.
“Tsumu, take it off” Hanami purred, tugging on his shorts. Grinning he sat up,
“So fuckin eager…”
Just as he was about to pull his shorts down, his phone began buzzing and Hanami grabbed it, showing him the screen
“Sakusa-san” She said but he just shrugged,
“Ignore it. I’ll call him back later, right now I just wanna eat ya up…” He teased, pushing her bra above her tits, licking his lips. They ignored his call as they continued their naughty ministrations but Atsumu’s frustration grew because his friend did not stop calling…
“…Um, I think you should answer it… It seems like its an emergency”
Atsumu grumbled, sitting up and she passed his ringing phone back to him. Irritated he answered the call
“What do ya want!? I’m kinda busy” He growled into the receiver but there was no response… He could hear rough panting, making his brows furrow in confusion…
“Erm… Omi-Omi? Are ya okay?” He asked hesitantly, waiting a few more seconds
“Atsumu. I’m going to die.” Sakusa blurted and Atsumu raised a brow
“What…?”
“Come to my place now. It’s a fucking emergency.”
Atsumu looked at his worried girlfriend, pouting when he stared at her jiggling breasts… They were so close, yet so far… But Sakusa had never in his life begging his friends to come over and Atsumu knew this had to be a serious matter… There was no way he could get an erection knowing his friend was in peril… It would never leave his conscience…
“Okay, ‘M comin’. Just sit tight, do ya need me to get anything? Medicine?” He asked
“Bring a net.”
“What? Do ya wanna train or sumthin? It’s the holidays, ya need some time away from volleyball–”
“Atsumu!” Sakusa growled, “Just get your ass over here now”
“Okay, okay… Geez…”
Ending the call, the blonde quickly stood up
“Is everything alright?” Hanami asked and he shrugged,
“I ain’t sure but it’s the first time Omi’s ever sounded like a whiny bitch so it must be serious…”
She giggled, “Go help your friend…” She leaned back on the bed, pulling the robe off her body,
She purred,
“Don’t worry Atsumu, I’ve got a surprise waiting for you”
“This is just so cruel…” He muttered at his situation while he rummaged for clothes.
~
Atsumu grumbled, arms crossed as he impatiently tapped his foot while the lift went up. He was annoyed but as soon as the lift doors opened and he saw the state of Sakusa’s apartment, his heart almost leapt from his chest, walking in… It was a mess…
“Oh my god…” Atsumu whispered, “There’s an intruder” He blurted, quickly racing around, yelling for Sakusa
“Shit! Omi, where are ya!? Fuck, I should’ve come here faster… Police!” He cried out in a panic, checking door to door while he tried dialing the emergency number… It was until he barged into Sakusa’s bedroom. Atsumu froze, seeing Sakusa huddled in the corner of the room looking pale… Closing his phone,
“Omi!? What happened!? Are ya hurt!?” He blurted, pushing the door wider but Sakusa quickly got up, dashing towards the open door.
“No!” He yelled, almost giving Atsumu a heart attack
He pulled Atsumu inside, slamming the door shut behind him
“Do not open that door! It’s somewhere inside the apartment and I don’t know where…” He muttered, scaring the shit out of Atsumu
“S-So there really is someone inside your apartment? Why the fuck didn’t ya call the police!? I don’t wanna die too!” He whined, hiding behind Sakusa who pushed him off, annoyed
“The police cant come for this intruder…” He murmured, confusing his friend
“Omi… Whats goin on?” Atsumu asked and Sakusa groaned,
“Fucking Chewy is on the loose… I-I can’t get him inside the cage… Please… I-I’m already going to puke…” He groaned and Atsumu froze,
“What… the fuck,is a Chewy?” He asked, looking at Sakusa’s pale face
“An abomination…” Sakusa swallowed.
“He’s Kaiya’s preciouspet rabbit.”
There was a silence between them and Atsumu’s eye twitched,
“Are ya fucking serious!? I was blue-balled me because of a rabbit!? Fuck ya” Atsumu growled, opening the door
“Atsumu!” Sakusa barked following after him… Atsumu called for the elasvator but Sakusa grabbed his arm
“Look, I;m sorry for cock blocking you but please…” Sakusa closed his eyes, sighing…
“If you’re my bestfriend… Put him back inside the cage for me”
Atsumu scoffed, walking away from the lift…
“Seriously man… Ya need to grow a pair and do it ya’self… Besides, where is this ‘abomination’… Yer making it sound like he’s some mutant monster…”
Sakusa froze, realising he was in the war zone. Stepping closer to Atsumu, he hastily looked around
“Wait… Where the fuck is he?”
Both of them didn’t hear the elevator dinging open, they were busy looking everywhere but. Chewy was nowhere in sight…
“Omi… Ya sure ya weren’t imagining this rabbit?” He asked but Sakusa groaned, panicing again
“We need to find him now. Because if he gets hurt, Kaiya will kill me and if he shits inside my apartment, I will kill him. Either way, we better find him now otherwise someone’s going to die”
Atsumu rolled his eyes, “Yer being so dramatic… But lets quickly find him before he gets hurt”
“Where could he go…?” Atsumu hummed as both men scanned the area…
However their attention was caught when the elevator doors closed, the ding making them look towards it, watching it descend to the ground floor before looking at one another with wide eyes…
“No…” Sakusa groaned under his breath. “Please don’t tell me he’s in there…” Sakusa stretched under his breath, immediately running towards the button, panicking as he erratically pressed the button. Atsumu ran around, checking whatever nook and cranny he could, but he couldn’t find any hints of a rabbit anywhere
“He’s not in any of the room! I can’t believe ya lift in such a fancy place but it only has one lift! It’s taking fucking ages” He complained but Sakusa ignored him, throwing his shoes and jacket on.
“Atsumu, we need to find him now. Kaiya will actually break up with me and this time, she will definitely not take me back.”
Atsumu sighed… This was going to be a long day but he had never seen Sakusa so distraught…
“Fine.”
Both of them were disappointed when the lift reached again and it was empty, getting inside, the reached the ground floor. Sakusa had shown Atsumu a picture of Chewy before the looked around the reception area… Glancing at the automatic doors, they looked at one another before rushing outside.
They spent ages, looking in every possible corner, under benches, in hedges but it was no good…
“Fuck! We’re never going to find him! He could’ve gone anywhere!” Sakusa groaned, rubbing his eyes in frustration. He paced back and forth, checking his watch
“Fuck!” He growled again, “Kaiya’s going to be back in a few hours… I’m screwed” Sakusa sighed, slumping on a nearby bench while Atsumu kept thinking… It was almost like a light bulb lit in his head
“Ah! Omi-kun, have you ever lied to yer missus?” He asked and Sakusa just raised a brow, now was not the time to be asking dumb questions
“No.”
Atsumu just hummed,
“Well… This will be the first and hopefully last…”
Furrowing his brow in confusion,
“What…?”
In just half an hour, Sakusa had to contain his eye from twitching… His mind begging him to take a shower just by standing in the pet shop… He stared at the pen below him, multiple rabbits hopping away while Atsumu glanced at Chewy’s picture
“Atsumu… Why are we here?”
Atsumu looked at Sakusa, grinning
“We’re just gonna find Chewy and bring him back home before Kaiya returns…” He answered
“But Chewy isn’t here…” Sakusa said and Atsumu grinned,
“Ya… But the new Chewy is… Look, carbon copy” He said, pointing at a similar looking rabbit making Sakusa’s brows lift
“Are you telling me to replace Kaiya’s pet?”
Atsumu nodded,
“Look… We’re never gonna find Chewy, especially since he’s escaped. I’m pretty sure someone’s already picked him up…”
“Atsumu” Sakusa said but his friend lifted a hand,
“I know its unethical… But at this rate yer better off lying to the missus than dying alone… I promise I won’t even tell Hanami, we’ll take this to our graves”
Sakusa sighed, he was actually frightened of facing Kaiya… It was an opposite feeling from earlier this morning when he missed her so much… Now he was practically dreading it… She already informed him, that she had boared her return train… She was going to be home in just three hours…
He knew had no other choice…
“Fine… But you will never ever tell anyone about this.”
“Deal”
~
Atsumu held the cage with Chewy ‘the Second’, (they secretly dubbed him). Sakusa and him quickly entered his apartment, and the blonde lifted the rabbit, setting it into the hutch closing the latch.
They both stared at the rabbit who just made its way to the salad box, munching away. Sighing in relief, Sakusa’s head tilted back, feeling like a weight was lifted from his shoulders
“Atsumu…” He said making Atsumu look at him
“Thanks for helping me out… I really appreciate it” He said and Atsumu’s bottom lip jutted out,
“Awe, aren’t ya a softie!? C’mere” He cooed, trapping Sakusa in a hug. Sakusa pushed him off,
“Ew, get off me! Now I really need to shower” He grumbled, marching inside while Atsumu whined behind him
“So mean! After all I’ve done for ya”
Sakusa stopped, now grimacing when he noticed his messy apartment, he looked at the clock… She was going to be home soon and if she found his place looking like this, she would definitely interrogate him.
“I have another favour…”
Atsumu raised a brow,
“Omi… I really want to go home and get laid… My poor dick…” He sobbed making Sakusa roll his eyes,
“Just help me clean up and I’ll tell you a secret that nobody knows because I do need your help again… But its for a good reason” Sakusa said, peeking his friends interest.
“What is it?” He asked but Sakusa simply, opened the supply closet, chucking a mop and bucket in Atsumu’s hand.
“Clean up first and then I’ll tell you”
Atsumu just rolled his eyes, “It better be worth it…” He muttered…
An hour later, sniffles were heard in the again, spick and span apartment
“It was worth it” He sobbed in happiness and Sakusa sighe,
“Now I kinda regret telling you…”
Atsumu shook his head, grabbing Sakusa’s hands in a death grip…
“No way man. Yer my bestfriend, I’m so glad ya came to me. I can’t belie–”
Both of them froze when the elevator dinged. The doors opened and Kaiya hummed, walking inside cluelessly
“Omi, you weren’t answering your phone– Oh!” She squeaked, startled by the two men on the sofa but she froze, raising her brow, giving them a weird look
“Um… Am I interrupting something?” She asked and they both realised they were still holding hands, quickly letting go. Sakusa got up, washing his hands repeatedly while Atsumu just chuckled
“Erm… How are ya Kaiya-chan? S’rry to hear about ya aunt. May her soul rest in peace” He said and she smiled,
“How kind, Miya-san. Yes, it was quite sad but I’ll be okay” She lied… She felt bad but this was an aunt she was not close to in any shape or form… All she had on her mind during the funeral was the railing she was going to receive tonight…
“So, what were you guys upto? Do you need to tell Hanami and I something?” She teased, making Atsumu and Sakusa blush. She hugged him, smiling
“Hello”
Sakusa forced a smile, “Welcome back”
“Now aint that sweet?” Atsumu cooed before getting up. And fake stretching
“So, I’ll be heading back now. I’ll tell Hanami ya said hi!” He said to Kaiya who smiled,
“Thank you!” She cooed before looking at the balcony
“Oh! I almost forgot to greet Chewy!” She beamed and both men froze, glancing at one another. They immediately followed at her heels, gritting their teeth when she bent down in fornt of the hutch
“Hi, Chewy!” She cooed happily and the men felt relief wash over her system. She hadn’t noticed and they were in the clear. Atsumu and Sakusa gave one another smug looks, nodding while she opened the latch, cradling the rabbit happily
“Oh, I missed you so much! I’m sure you had a fun today with Omi and Miya-san” She cooed, making Sakusa cringe at the baby voice she would do whenever she spoke to that vermin. Atsumu was just amused, before patting his friends back
“Well, ‘M gonna go now” He said and Sakusa nodded,
“Come on, I’ll walk you out”
They turned to head indoors
“Hmm? Wait… There’s something wrong…” Kaiya muttered and they froze, quickly turning around. Sakusa cleared his throat,
“…W-What do you mean?” He asked and she looked at them alarmed
“This isn’t Chewy.” She muttered and Sakusa’s heart almost leapt from his chest
“What do you mean? That is him”
Atsumu panicked when she stood up, walking towards them. He averted his gaze, looking anywhere else
“No…” She voice stretched, raising the rabbit in front of them
“Chewy is male…” She lifted the rabbit even higher… “Sheisn’t.…”
Both men realised their mistake… They completely forgot to check that… Sakusa knew he couldn’t lie about this…
Chewy had balls… This one didn’t…
“Fuck… Okay Kaiya… Listen…” He began but Atsumu’s attention was caught and he quickly separated fro the couple, going to the corner of the balcony
“Fooled ya! Haha Omi, our prank worked” He blurted, startling the couple when he held Chewy is his hands… Now Sakusa was confused and Atsumu looked at him, widening his eyes
“What?” Kaiya asked, very confused but she set the other rabbit down, happily taking Chewy from Atsumu
“Chewy!” She beamed. While her attention was on the rabbit, Sakusa quickly mumbled under his breath
“What the fuck?”
Atsumu also mumbled through his gritted teeth
“… We never checked the balcony…”
Sakusa wanted to slam his head against the wall but they straightened up when Kaiya gave them a suspicious look
“Why is there another rabbit here?” She asked, setting Chewy down and she followed them into the apartment, her arms crossed
Sakusa was trying to conjure up an excuse but Atsumu stepped in
“…She’s mine!” Atsumu answered and she raised her brows, while Sakusa looked at him
“Really?” They both asked and Atsumu nodded
“Yeah! I was telling Omi-kun ‘bout how much Hanami wanted a pet but she was sad cause her Pop’s is allergic… She’s mentioned how she’s jealous because Chewy’s so cute… So I asked Omi-kun if I could see Chewy and help me find her a similar bunny.” He answered, while Kaiya stared at them. They felt like they were perspiring but her face moulded into a smile
“Awe, that’s so cute! How if her father’s allergic, how can she keep a pet?” Kaiya asked again
“Damn… Aint ya full of questions…” Atsumu mumbled under his breath
“Sorry, what was that?” She asked and he quickly shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Atsumu’s going to be keeping it at his place… He just came over to see what food Chewy eats” Sakusa answered and Atsumu looked at his friend, feeling annoyed
“Y-Yeah…” He reluctantly answered and Sakusa patted his back
“Well, you better head home now with Hanami-chan’s surprise. I’m sure you’ve had a long day…” Sakusa blurted, pushing Atsumu and Kaiya to the balcony
“Ya owe me, big time” Atsumu glared at him
“Thanks Atsumu” Sakusa whispered but the three of them gasped at the sight in front of them
“Chewy!” Kaiya squealed, covering her eyes… Sakusa was frozen and Atsumu just crossed his arms, sighing before he gave Sakusa a dirt look
“Yer gonna be paying for her child support…” He mumbled, looking at Chewy defile his girlfriend’s surprise…
Wolves in Sheep’s Clothing (Timeskip!Sakusa Kiyoomi x OC) NSFW Series
Chapter 25: Silly Rabbit (NSFW)
AN: I think this chapter should be rated 21+. Sometimes I think I cant exceed my previous smut and then I go and surprise/horrify myself. Please heed my warning, if you are 18 and under, you do not have permission/consent to comment on my works. ALL my works are intended for a 21+ audience but I know people don’t bother looking out for the age restrictions soread at your own risk.
“Oye, ya good getting in yerself?” Atsumu asked as he waited for the lift to reach the ground floor. Sakusa’s cheeks were flushed and he was a little tipsy but he felt like he could manage
“Yeah… I’m fine from here. Thanks, Atsumu… It’s the least you could do since you made me drink so much…” Sakusa muttered and Atsumu chuckled. The elevator doors opened and Sakusa stepped inside,
“See ya later bud. Enjoy yer celebration” Atsumu winked and Sakusa tapped his card on the keypad.
“I will” He smirked and Atsumu grinned,
“Wrap it before ya tap it” He blurted just before the elevator doors closed. Sakusa shot him a glare before he was met with his own reflection against the steel doors…
“Dumbass”
Sighing, he leaned against the wall, trying to sober himself up a little
His Bunny was waiting for him upstairs and he was certain she would be in the mood to celebrate. Straightening himself, he unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt. The lift finally reached his floor and he stepped inside his apartment. It was dim but he knew she was waiting in the bedroom.
Taking a moment to unwind, he set his stuff aside. Walking towards his room,
“I’m home” He muttered, opening his door. But Sakusa was confused, seeing his room empty. Humming in confusion, he spotted her clothes neated folded on his table, her handbag in tow.
‘She’s here…’
“Kaiya?” He called out and he finally heard her voice,
“In here!”
His feet took him to his bathroom, walking inside. He was met with her sitting in her bathrobe by a filled tub. Her washed hair was tied in the towel turban she usually did.
“Welcome home! Your bath is ready!” She beamed getting up. Sakusa sighed in content, smiling when she hugged him happily.
“How was your night? Did you have fun?” She asked and he nodded,
“It wasn’t so bad…”
Her fingers began unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it off his torso before she undid her belt.
“I see… Did Hinata manage to talk to that girl from the other team?” She asked, just curious to see if he would mention Kanoka. Sakusa nodded,
“Well… They spoke but there wasn’t much else…”
Kaiya hummed, “Were there a lot of people?” She asked and he nodded, dropping his trousers.
“Thank god the sponsors booked out the club. It was just the players of different teams… So it was a little crowded but I managed. Kanoka had found a private lounger so I was just stationed there while drinking”
Kaiya got her answer, trying to not show her irked face.
“Oh… Kanoka was there too? Is she dating anyone?” Kaiya asked, seeing how much he knew about her and Sakusa shrugged, he was still a bit tipsy to really figure out what was going on
“I don’t think so… She was telling Bokuto about how her heart was broken recently… So, I guess she’s single…”
Kaiya picked up his discarded clothes, dumping them in the laundry basket while Sakusa brushed his teeth and washed his face.
She ushered to the shower stool and he sat down, letting her wash his hair.
Kaiya massaged the shampoo in his curly locks, but she couldn’t help but inquire more
“When did you guys become friends? She seems like a nice person.”
He hummed tilting his head back while she rinsed his hair.
“A while back… Can’t really remember. Our teams had a practice session last year… She asked me for advice on her techniques and I’ve been helping her out ever since…”
She raised a brow,
“Oh so you train together often?”
He didn’t say anything, just feeling amused at how badly she tried to act causal…
“Yeah… Sometimes but it’s been a while because of my tournament. She did ask me to help her now that her teams tournament is approaching…”
Kaiya swallowed, “So are you going to help her?”
Sakusa smirked, “Only if she really needs it… I mean, she’s my friendafterall”
Kaiya pouted to herself, scrubbing his back a little harder than intended and he smirked to himself. He really wanted to laugh but he didn’t say anything, washing his front. He was giving her a little taste of her own medicine; he knew she was getting jealous and he felt smug about it. It was like the tables had turned and she was now feeling what he did. He wanted to tease her just a little bit more, but he couldn’t torture her like that.
(AN: Y’know I was conflicted about doing this to Kaiya because this is her story and usually authors don’t tend to make anything the OC’s fault… However, I feel like she has to understand how he felt with Adriah. Idk Kaiya needs a lil bit of schooling. Sorry Kai, but I’m taking your marriage seriously.)
Her jealousy was adorable.
He climbed in the tub, letting out a sigh as he tilted his head back, closing his eyes.
“Thanks for the bath” He muttered, and she smiled, handed him a steamed face towel. He draped it over his eyes, feeling better. Oh god, this was heaven for him
“I know you’ve taken one already, but you don’t want to join me?” He asked and she smiled, setting herself on the floor beside him. She folded her arms over the edge of the tub, resting her chin on it
“I’m good Omi… You played so well today! You need to relax now” She smiled, he plucked the towel over his face, lifting it to peek at her sweet face. She raised a brow, looking at the small frown on his face
“What’s wrong?” She asked and he huffed, a pink hue dusting over his cheeks
“Why haven’t you kissed me yet…?”
She laughed, sitting up properly. She leaned close to his face and he leaned towards her,
“Congratulations on the win, baby” She whispered, making him smirk
“C’mere Bunny” He cooed, and she kissed him sweetly. She enjoyed the taste of his mouth, the lingering taste of toothpaste coming from him. Sakusa pulled away, giving her a satisfied look
“Much better…”
She giggled, standing up…
“I’ll be waiting for you.”
Sakusa grinned when she undid her bathrobe, dropping to the floor. He eyed her naked ass as she swayed her hips lightly walking towards his bedroom
“Take your time, love” She purred, closing the door behind her.
Sakusa could already feel his cock begin to stir. He needed to sober up faster, opening the tap he released the cold water, splashing his face a few times. He was itching to fuck her…
It was all he could think about at that stupid bar when Kanoka began crying about her shitty love life.
He really couldn’t give a shit in that stupid alleyway when she bawled in a drunk mess. He remembered feeling displeased when she tried hugging him… It took him less than 20 seconds to push her away, leading her back inside to her teammates…
He felt his dick soften from the thought of that… It irritated him to no end because the girl’s team kept trying to pressure him to take her home but he refused. Atsumu had actually helped, claiming Omi couldn’t drive in the state he was in. Saying they were already sharing a cab together. He was ever so grateful for his friend because those women were being so persistent.
Sighing he stood up, draining the tub. He ruffled his hair dry before drying his body. Wrapping the towel around his hips, he eagerly awaited what was on the other side of the door.
Stepping inside his bedroom, he was confused when his chair sat in the middle of the room. Walking towards it, he was about to put it back into its place
“Don’t do that, Omi-kun.”
He froze about to turn around but she stopped him
“Don’t turn around either.”
He raised a brow, feeling amused
“Okay…” He muttered but she huffed, crossing her arms
“Sit on the chair” She said and he resisted the urge to look at her. Smirking he took his seat. He heard her footsteps approaching him from behind and was startled when she covered his eyes,
“What’s going on?” He muttered but she leaned forward to grab his wrists, bringing them behind the back of the chair. Sakusa was confused when he heard a click, realising his wrists were bound together.
“Kaiya?” He asked, remaining stoic but she gripped his shoulders, leaning towards his ear
“It’s my turn tonight…” She whispered
Sakusa stopped struggling and he smirked,
So, this is how she wanted to play?
Well, he wasn’t going to cave so easily…
“Oh, so the little rabbit wants control? Goodluck sweetheart” He said with a smug look. She giggled,
“I don’t think I’ll be needing it” She answered now walking in front of him. He couldn’t see her, but he could feel her body heat radiating against him. Sakusa tried not to flinch when he felt her hands pressed against his chest, her palms grazing his nipples softly. He held in a grunt, remaining composed.
“What’s wrong?” She teased, her lips pressing against his neck, marking his pale skin with sucks and nips. He didn’t answer, pressing his lips into a tight line… His senses felt heightened and the cold air hitting his body made his skin raise… He felt her hands press his thighs, sliding under his tower but she only stroked them back and forth, grazing her nails against him. He inhaled, holding his breath.
He wasn’t going to cave…
Kaiya stood up, hands on her hips… She knew he was going to put up a challenge but that didn’t stop her.
“Kiyoomi, who do you belong to?” She asked and he felt amused, so she was really trying to play his cards against him. He didn’t hide the smirk on his face, when her hand cupped his chin. He felt her thumb rub his lips,
“My Bunny” He answered, and she raised a brow, when he teasingly licked her thumb, nipping at it. He felt her hands raise the blind fold on his eyes and he was left flustered when she ruffled his hair…
“Good boy~” She cooed, and he raised a brow, drinking in her outfit. She sat at the end of his bed, facing him. Her leg was crossed over the other and he drank in her lewd rabbit girl cosplay.
“That’s right… I’m your Bunny”
She fixed the lace rabbit ears above her head before standing up, giving him a show. She stood in front of him, twirling a piece of her hair. She tied her long wavy hair into two bunches, he drank in the way the tight black leather leotard clung to her body… Her breasts were pushed up and barely covered by the cups… and he wondered how, considering the outfit was strapless…
“Fuck…” He groaned, when he caught sight of the fishnet against her legs… Eyes travelling down to her heeled feet…
He now wished he wasn’t bound… She turned and he raised a brow, looking at her ass. It killed him, he just wanted to reach out and grope her to his delight, but his current position stopped him, making him curse
“Untie me now.” He growled but she smirked, leaning down to peck the tip of his nose
“Nope. I told you, its my turn tonight… So be a good boy and hush those pretty lips” She muttered, placing a finger over his lips
“That’s much better…”
He admired the rouge on her lips, noticing she had done up her pretty little face just for him. She looked so fucking delicious… Kaiya looked at his erection, straining under his towel and she smirked,
“You must really like this outfit… You’re hard already… and I haven’t even touched you yet” She teased, pinching his cheek softly making him frown
“You fucking tease” He blurted and she raised a brow,
“Did I give you permission to talk?” She said, crossing her arms and he furrowed his brows
“Bunny, you’re really testing my patience…”
He was definitely going to punish her after this.
Kaiya gripped his cheeks, stuffing the blindfold between his lips, muffling him before she grinned at the irritated look on his face.
“There we go… Nice and quiet” She cooed
She dropped to her knees, her fingers unwrapping his towel, revealing his hard cock to her delight. She glanced at him, he was staring at her intensely and she wrapped her hand around his cock…
Sakusa grunted when she stroked him at an agonisingly slow pace,
“It feels so hot in my hand… You’re so dirty…” She teased, rubbing the tip of his cock against her chest. He groaned when her nails stroked his undershaft, making his toes curl.
“It’s unfair that I’m always the one being teased and punished… You were mad at me for texting another man and yet you’re doing the same…”
He grunted when she squeezed his cock,
Okay, so he saw her point there…
Kaiya began stroking him harder,
“…and then you’re training with her after hours too? You failed to mention this to me before” She muttered and he rolled his eyes, trying to ignore the way she stroked his cock. She could feel his pre cum dripping down his length, but she felt the jealousy inside her take over…
“You also failed to mention, as she said, that you’re dating me…”
He saw the pout on her lips, but he was distracted when she pulled his cock towards her mouth, her tongue licking his shaft lewdly back and forth
“You’re mine.” She breathed against him, engulfing his shaft and he bit onto the gag. She felt his hips raise but she bobbed her lips on his cock, making him slick. Sakusa groaned when her lips reached the base of his cock, taking him in so deep.
“F-Fuck…” He tried to say through the gag, she pulled off his cock, looking at it in its glory
“Only I can turn you on like this.”
Sakusa’s hands curled into fists, when her red lips sucked his blunt cockhead, lapping up the beads of pre cum dripping from his slit. He grunted when the tip of her tongue teased the tiny hole, his chest panting. She purposely moaned and mewled against him. She pulled off his cock, littering kisses up his body, leaving lipstick marks all over him.
Her fingers pulled the makeshift gag from his lips,
“Gonna cum soon?” She asked him but he bit his lip, holding in a remark. Raising a brow, she knelt lower, sucking and licking his nipple while her hand bobbed back and forth his cock. He grunted,
“Shit– Kaiya, stop…” He panted but she continued her teasing
“Nope… This is your punishment.”
Sakusa growled, he was starting to feel agitated. How dare she punish him after making him suffer during their break up. He never interacted with Kanoka the way she did with Adriah… He held his stance making her pout
“I see… You’re trying to play tough… I know what will make you cum” She purred and he raised a brow when she gripped his shaft. Her hot breath tickled him and he felt her tongue slid down his undershaft until she reached his balls. His eyes widened,
“Bunny…” He warned but she smiled,
“Tell me who you belong to?” She asked, opening her mouth but he grit his teeth when she sucked on one. Oh god, she knew just how much he loved this. Her fingers teased the tip of his cock, and she could feel his throbbing in her palm. He could feel her lips curling into a smile making him look between his legs and he groaned, it was a fucking sight to see…
Those rabbit ears, that lewd outfit and then her mouth stuffed with him… His heavy shaft sat on her face but she merely batted her lashes at him, she knew she had him…
Sucking on him harder, he grunted and she felt the pre cumming spilling out faster, making her feel super soaked… She was squirming in her position, it was hard trying to take control… Sakusa was so not easy…
She wondered if she should try out the thing she had seen online… Pulling away from his balls, she rubbed her cheek against his shaft, her hand cupping his balls, massaging them making him grunt,
“Maybe this might make you cum”
He gasped when her fingers trailed down his balls and just before she could touch him there, she was startled when she heard a crack and he gripped her throat in his hold
“Don’t you fucking dare.” He growled
Kaiya fell back startled when he stood up, the cuffs had fallen onto the floor in pieces…
“Y-you broke them!?” She squeaked and he rubbed his wrists, looking at her sternly
“You really think a pair of fake handcuffs would stop me… I was letting you have all the fun you wanted but you took it too far…”
Kaiya was nervous now, he loomed over her trembling figure and she tried to be cute, biting her lip as she batted her lashes
“I-I wasn’t going to actually do that… It was a joke…” She tried to laugh it off but he grunted,
“Didn’t seem like a fucking joke… Did you have fun trying to stir me up…?”
He gripped her hair, pulling her to stand up. She gripped his wrist, biting her lip shyly when he analysed her cosplay outfit
“Tell me Bunny, what did you think was gonna happen after I got out of these handcuffs? You really thought I’d keep my hands to myself after seeing you in a such a lewd outfit…”
She gasped when he gripped the front of her leotard, shoving it below her breasts. A whimper left her lips when he pinched her nipples, pulling on them
“It was cute seeing you get jealous and all, but do you really think I give a flying fuck about another woman?”
“O-Omi…” She muttered in embarrassment, but he smirked, pushing her backwards until her legs hit the bed.
“I know who my woman is. I don’t everneed to be reminded… but you need to be tamed.”
He shoved her onto the bed and she gasped when he flipped her on her stomach.
“How cute, you even have a tail” He muttered looking at the round cotton tail above her ass. Before she could move, his knee pressed into her lower back keeping her pinned.
“Do not move a single muscle.” He spat and she lay still, her heart was pounding against her chest, when he walked away… Now she really regretted teasing him and letting her jealousy get the better of her… She wasn’t going to prod his back entrance, she just wanted to make drive him on the edge… But this was not what she expected… She squeezed her thighs in anticipation, when she heard him come back
“Fake handcuffs were a cute decision but let’s see you try to get out of these”
He gripped her arms behind her back and she felt him strap the linked leather cuffs around her wrists, proving it inevitable for her to escape her punishment.
“Omi, I-I’m sorry!” She squeaked but he didn’t respond, just looking at her body… The leotard looked tight, squeezing her curves in all the right places… He could even make out her pussy but what made him freeze was when he noticed the zip that went front just under her tail all the way to her folds…
She whimpered when she felt his fingers tug on the tiny zip, pulling open the zipper and he chuckled,
“I thought this was part of the costume…” He raised a brow, licking his lips when he realised the tail was in fact a plug… Sakusa saw just over wet she was…. It was a fucking sight to behold, she wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath… She gasped when he gripped the plug, stirring it around making her shudder
“Is this why you were getting so stirred up? You want me to fuck you here?” He asked, pressing on the plug and she hid her face in shame…
“Subby brats should never try to top their masters because it’ll never work in their favour…”
She felt him grip her bodysuit, pulling it off her body until it hit the floor. She bit her lip in shame, feeling his hands rub the tights covering her legs…
“Agh!”She squealed when he gripped the chain link between the cuffs in one hand, his other slapping her ass hard.
“How dare you believe I would be interested in another woman”
He smacked her again and her eyes welled in tears,
“S-Sorry!” She whimpered but he spanked her again, but harder.
“I’ve never mentioned you before to her because I am not interested in her personal life… So why should I talk about mine?” He smacked her again and she sobbed out another choked apology.
“Training afterhours? Please. I’ve only helped her out 3 times and that was before we even met… and do you really think I would spend time with another woman during my holidays? I had something so nice planned out for us but now I don’t think you deserve it.”
“Omi, I’m sorry!” She sobbed, but he kept slapping her ass repeatedly, making her yelp
“It’s not a nice feeling, is it? When the person you love is spending time with someone else. It pissed you off, right? Knowing that she texted me… Asking me for a favour because she’s my friend.” He reminded her and she grit her teeth, feeling embarrassed now.
“I was being a jealous brat…” She mumbled against the mattress and he hummed,
“…. And what happens to bratty rabbits?” He asked, turning her body to look at her pout, even with teary eyes and flushed cheeks, she mumbled,
“They get tamed by their masters…”
He grinned,
“That’s right…” He cooed, spanking her ass one last time
“Now get on the floor and spread your knees”
She slipped off the bed, standing on her knees. He stood by her side, cupping her jaw and stroking her face.
“I’ll admit I was impressed by your oral skills today… But you got distracted…” He muttered, his fingers tapping her mouth, making her part her lips
“Let’s finish what you started then”
She let out a squeak which was muffled when he gripped her hairtails, harshly shoving her mouth all the way down his cock, making her gag but he held her still. She gushed a little, but he kept moving her mouth back and forth his length. She tried her best to suck his shaft, but he pace was bruising, and she swore her jaw was already beginning to hurt. She wished she could have clutched his legs for stability, but he pulled on her hair, keeping her in place with the grip he had on her head
“I’d never let any other person touch me like this… You should know that by now, silly rabbit”
“Mmfh!”She mewled around him and he could feel her saliva dripping down his length. Gritting his teeth, he pushed her face all the way back down his cock, until her nose pressed against the hairs at the end of his base, holding her there
“Fuck,I love your mouth… I can finally fuck it…” Pulling her back until his cock popped out of her mouth, she panted for air and he grinned, seating himself on the end of the bed, spreading his legs.
“C’mere now”
She felt embarrassed with her bound hands, her knees trying their best to move her between his legs. Sakusa smirked looking at her smudged lips,
“Make me cum then” He challenged, and she bent down, engulfing him again. She moved her lips as fast as she could, licking and sucking on his cock. He smirked, his hands holding her head but he made no effort to move her. She continued pleasing him, trying to the ignore the way her pussy throbbed from need…
God, she wanted him to fuck her hard
Pulling away from his length, she moved under his cock again, mouthing at his balls making grunt. His hand took over stroking his shaft and he tilted his head back
“Ngh…Just like that, slut…” He purred, and she squeezed her hands into fists, suck harder. Sakusa moaned, and it was like music to her ears, sending a jolt to her pussy. He rested his thick cock on her face, shamelessly enjoying her ministrations
“Good girl~” He cooed. She pulled away, kissing his dick in desperation.
“Omi-kun, I love your cock” She purred, kissing his tip. He leaned forward, pulling her closer by the hair until his dick was nestled between her tits
“Bunny-chan… I love your tits” He teased, making her blush at the new nickname. She mewled when he pinched her soft nipples, pressing her breasts together. She mewled when he began rubbing his cock between them
“Lick the tip”
Her tongue rolled out, swiping at his cockhead with each thrust of his. Sakusa cursed, his fingers tugging on her buds again.
“You’re right y’know…” He muttered, moving his hips to match her pace
“I am your man…” He groaned, thrusting his cock against her breasts faster, grunting every time her tongue met his tip in her warm mouth. She mewled in response making him moan She gasped when his hands gripped the sides of her head, her eyes widened when he spurted his cum on her chest and face. Keeping her mouth open, she licked whatever she could. He let go of her head, catching his breath, looking down at her messy figure…
His hand traced the streaks of cum he left on her, collecting it messily on his fingers before he shoved them into her mouth. She moaned, as she sucked them clean making him grin
“You’re behaving like a filthy slut… and you’ll only do it for me because?” He asked and she licked her lips, biting on her bottom one
“You’re my man…” She answered and he tapped her face,
“Good Bunny…”
His hands went under her arms, effortlessly lifting her up onto the bed. He lay on his back his hands gripped her hips, fingers sliding under the holes of the fishnet. She went to pull of the bunny ears from her head but her bound wrists reminded her that she couldn’t. She gave him a sheepish look
“Omi-kun, you can take the cuffs off now…” She purred but he raised a brow
“They stay on…”
She flushed, “Omi please– I want to touch you” She whined but he let go of her hips, his hands resting behind his head as he watched her. She could see the mischievousness in his eyes…
“Your touches went a bit too far… You’ve lost all privileges of touching me tonight.”
“I-I’ve learnt my lesson! I promise” She whined and he raised a brow, sitting up. She gasped when he pushed her onto the bed, easily dismissing her when he stood up.
“Where are you going?” She frowned but he walked to his drawer, opening it. Sakusa didn’t say anything, pulling out a gag and her breath hitched. He sauntered back to her and she tried to keep her lips pressed together, making him raise a brow
“Didn’t you learn your lesson? Need I remind you again?” He warned her and she loosened her lips, pouting…. Sakusa wasn’t having it and he pressed the gag to her lips, which she begrudgingly parted. Smirking, he tightened the gag around her mouth before looking at her, sneering
“There we go… Nice and quiet” He cooed… He turned her around, his hands loosening the leather cuffs until her wrists were free, she felt joy despite being gagged, sitting up to hug him but she let out a muffled squeak when he roughly pushed her back onto the mattress
“I told you, you cannot touch me.” He slapped her thigh and she squirmed, gripping the sheets by her side. He gripped her shaky knees, bending them until they pressed against her breasts.
“Hold them” He said and she listened, gripping onto her knees. He eyed her drooling pussy, the way her folds glistened in need. Licking his lips, his fingers plucked into the holes of her tights, ripping them at the crotch, baring her folds and ass to him. She inhaled when he gripped the plug, looking at her flushed face
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about this…”
Sakusa gripped the leather cuffs again and she whined when her bound her wrists together under her knees, keeping her in place. He went back to his drawer but she struggled in her position to see what he was upto. He returned moments later his arms on either side of her body as he looked upon her intensely
“Are you ready for me to fuck you, baby?” He asked and she nodded her head eagerly. He wriggled his brows before standing up. She watched him roll a condom over his erect dick, her pussy clamping and clenching madly… He popped open the bottle of lube, making sure his shaft was extra slick before he stood at the end of the bed. She whimpered through her gag when he began rubbing her pussy with his dick
“So fucking wet…” He purred…
Her eyes widened when his lips curled into a devilish grin, she moaned through the gag when his fingers tugged on the plug… Curling her toes when he pulled it out, she felt herself gush just a little and he noticed…
“Oh god, your pretty little pussy is just aching to be filled… You’ve been wanting this all night, haven’t you?”
She nodded, her eyes welling with tears and he clicked his tongue
“Poor little bunny…”
Kaiya shivered when he poured lube over her folds, letting it drip down her back entrance. His palm rubbed her mound making her mewl but it was taken over by a muffled scream when two of his slick fingers rubbed her asshole, making her eyes widened. He let out a low chuckle, his eyes lidding
“How does it feel to be on the receiving end? I bet your heart is racing…” He teased, pushing one finger inside her making her whine.
“Don’t be a brat… You clearly wanted this because why else would you plug up little pretty little ass…”
He slipped in a second finger and she squealed when his other hand rubbed her pussy, thumbing her clit. His cheeks burned, watching her reactions… His cock was begging for another orgasm but he had to prep her first. He kept moving his fingers, slipping two of them into her pussy, thrusting into both of her holes fast. Her chest heaved and she squirmed wildly in her position, crying out from the intensity.
Sakusa’s fingers pushed in so deep, the lewd sloppy sounds of his fingering filled the room along with her muffled whines and mewls. She felt like she was going to cum from this, biting onto the gag, she tried to reach out for something but alas, she couldn’t move her arms…
She was completely at his mercy…
She fucking loved it.
He pulled his fingers away, listening to her whiney sobs at the loss of stimulation but he hushed her when his cock rubbed against her slick…
“Alright Bunny, I’ll fuck you… You’ve been tortured long enough” He sighed, gripping his cock as he pressed it against her pussy. Tilting his hips back, she awaited the sensation of being filled but her eyes snapped open and she screamed through her gag when he thrusted his fat tip inside her ass.
Sakusa grinned, “I never claimed I was going to fuck your pussy.”
She couldn’t stop the fat tears rolling down her cheeks, he was so mean… She really wanted to cum but now her heart was racing because he slowly slid himself deeper inside of her, letting out a low groan
“Fucking hell… I need to hear you squeal…” He grunted, his hands reaching behind her head to unclasp her gag. He dropped it on the bed, gripping her cheeks
“Do you need to say something?” He asked, hinting at her safe word but she bit her lip, shaking her head
“Ungh~I-It feels so weird…” She whimpered and he leaned down to peck her lips
“Should I pull out?” He asked
“N-No… I’m getting used to it… It hurts a little…”
Sakusa reached for the. bottle of lube, pulling his cock out just a until his tip was still inside her, he poured the gel over his dick again, making sure it was slicker before he slid back in. She moaned, her head leaning back
“Better?” He asked and she hummed, biting her lip. He saw how red her cheek were getting and he tried to distract her but rubbing her clit in gentle circles.
“Hngh~ Omi…” She mewled, and he let out a huff. His held her bound hands with his, moving his hips into her faster. Her eyes rolled back, arching her head. He kept his thrusts shallow, he was worried any deeper and it would hurt… but she seemed like it either way. Biting his lip, he kept moving just half of his cock inside her. The way her ass squeezed his dick was excruciating. He felt like he could cum any minute now
“More…” She panted and he grunted, going a little deeper… He slowly inched in further until his entire cock filled her up.
“Fuck–” He hissed, panting lightly, “I’m gonna move now”
She hummed, squeezing her muscles around him in excitement, making him hiss again
“Don’t be naughty”
Sakusa began thrusting into her harder, and she moaned. Oh god, it was a whole new sensation for her… It was way different than the plug… She could feel the heat searing from his cock, she could feel it growing bigger… She felt every throb… Her pussy was pulsating, and she whimpered when he went harder. His hands pressed her knees against her chest harder, grinding his hips into her. He leaned down, locking his lips with hers, swallowing up her moans, thrusting faster.
Trying to distract her, his tongue rolled against hers… She was quivering against him and he pulled away, panting against each… He nipped her ear, rutting his hips. He could feel the juices from her pussy rub against his lower body… It was too salacious for him, he couldn’t handle it…
“I’m cumming…” He groaned, stilling and she gasped, feeling the condom fill inside her… He pushed his heavy figure off her, slowly sliding his cock out of her. She whimpered when he pulled out, her arms feeling numb… Body still in shock from that utterly new sensation
Discarding the condom, Sakusa released her hands from their binds, letting her legs limp on the bed. She could feel the blood rushing back into her arms, the pins and needles slowly leaving…
He slipped the headband off her head, pulling her hair ties off, letting her tresses flow free. Then he pushed her heels off her feet before he slid the ruined stockings off her legs, massaging the indents it left over her skin… Sakusa’s arm went under her body, lifting her up before he settled her on top of him comfortably on his bed
“Does it hurt anywhere?” He muttered but she shook her head. He was gentle with his kisses, dotting them all over her face but he couldn’t help but notice the small pout on her cute lips.
“What’s wrong…?” He asked, rubbing his nose against hers and her eyes welled in tears, hiding her face in the crook of his neck
“Kaiya?” He asked, raising a brow
She peeked at him, “I wanted Omi-kun in my pussy…” She mumbled in embarrassment and he chuckled, gripping her jaw
“That’s right, you deserve to cum now…” He cooed. He needed a few moments, his cock wasn’t magic. He couldn’t make it hard in a matter of seconds. He kept pecking her lips softly, whispering sweet nothings
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her pussy rubbing his cock slowly… He grunted,
“Wait… It’s a bit sensitive…”
She nodded, biting her lip while resting her head on his shoulder…
This night had a crazy turn of events… She felt stupid for feeling jealous but she knew she deserved it… This is what he had to endure for so many months and she was horrible at understanding his feelings… She was hurt at him before because she thought he mistrusted her… But she did the same to him just now…
He was way more mature than she was…
She sat up to face him, her hand caressing his cheek
“Kiyoomi… Why did you let Adriah have the last point? You could have easily won the match… I don’t understand…” She asked him and he fell silent… He didn’t think she would have caught onto that… No one except Adriah did… He saw how curious she looked, and he felt embarrassed,
“… He was telling Meian before the match that it was the first time his ex-wife was coming with Luca to watch him play since their divorce… It’s not like I care but… I saw him coming for the ball and I just thought about that child… and I thought it’d be a memorable moment for a kid to see his father win…” He answered truthfully and she raised a brow, her eyes softening
“Kiyoomi, you’re the sweetest and kindest person I know… I’m so lucky to have you in my life… I’m so sorry for letting my jealousy get the better of me. I understand how you felt and I hate myself for doing that to you…” She answered but he hushed her by kissing her
“It’s alright… Everytime you become a brat, I’ll just put you back into place” he smirked, making her giggle
“That means I’ll have to be a brat all the time”
He kissed her neck and she bit her lip, “You little minx…”
Kaiya could feel his cock stirring against her and she sighed, leaning back to look at it. Sakusa grunted when he gripped his shaft, slowly pushing it inside her… He wasn’t fully hard yet but being wrapped in her warm pussy, he slowly felt his erection growing
“Omi” She sighed in bliss, gripping his face, “Can we stay like this for a bit? Just wanna feel you inside me…”
Her arms went under his, legs wrapping around his waist as she rested her head against him. Sakusa held her still, he was still trying to recover from his earlier orgasm but he enjoyed this intimate moment between them.
“I love you” She cooed softly, and he hummed, his hand rubbing circles on her back,
“I love you too, Kaiya” He said and she blushed. He raised a brow when he felt her walls grip his cock, looking at her
“You got excited from that?”
She blushed, “… I like gentle Omi too…” She mumbled and he smiled, kissing her cheek
“Let me take care of your pussy… I’ll be gentle so just relax, sweetheart…”
She felt her cheeks heat up but she slowly began grinding against him,
“Let’s celebrate your victory now” She whispered.
Sakusa grinned, he may have not won the match for his team but he didn’t care. He already won the most priceless thing in the universe, her heart.
SUNA RINTARO finds himself keening into your lap — a clear sign of his appreciation for the softness of your thighs (as if his constant mumbles of praise did not suffice). suna would lace your fingers with his own as he cradles your hand in his chest. feeling close to you was all he could ever ask for. you always loved it whenever he holds your hands against his own cheek, eyes fluttering close at its warmth.
SAKUSA KIYOOMIwould actually be the person whose lap you would lie on not because he did not want to lie down on your lap, but rather because he finds you absolutely beautiful if it was you instead. even better, sakusa loved it when your arms reached out in an attempt to weave your fingers through his curls. when he bends his head to help you, the smile that laced your lips was the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.
AKAASHI KEIJI has always loved the view when you were around, even more so when he was on your lap. resting his head on your thighs, he would softly whisper to you to look at him. when you finally did, butterflies bloomed in his stomach when your fingers pinched his cheeks. in his heart, he hoped that you looked at him as lovingly as he does to you.
MIYA ATSUMU indulges himself. this man does not hold back when it comes to comfort. he would curl his arm under one of your thigh, snuggling it as if it was his pillow. yes, it was uncomfortable for you but as you watched atsumu slowly fall into slumber, you can’t help but leave him in his peaceful state. or maybe you just can’t seem to leave given how his arm tightens around your thigh every time you tried to pry yourself off of him.
IWAIZUMI HAJIME often seek different ways to tell you how much he loves you. from simple ‘i love you’s to keeping a whole gallery full of videos and pictures of the two of you, it was clear that he loves you deeply. yet, he still managed to shock you when he sat between your legs, peppering kisses between your thighs before resting his head against it, looking up at you with such an innocent look on his face.
remind yourself to thank the heavens for rainy weather later on. sure, a week’s worth of laundry and muddied rubber shoes await your attention, but how could you? how could you manage to peel yourself away from where the bed dipped to adapt to your sleeping position, wriggle out of the blanket that had begun to absorb your warmth, and now shielded you from the cold?
the skies weep on your behalf. another body laying flush against your back, cupping you perfectly in the curve of their chest.
broken snores and limp hands are wrapped around your waist — a signal that they are still fast asleep, earning you free reign to turn and litter their face with kisses, smiling after each one.
it was quite funny, if you were being honest. the other’s face smooshed into one side where the pillow dipped and crinkled with a small pool of drool. their face was absent of any wrinkle indicating stress and it makes your heart swell. to be able to behold their state of vulnerability and calm.
it was moments like these that made you question whether or not you were even truly human. mortal. flesh and blood. you could’ve sworn you were fully engulfed by this lightness of being; all your humanly weight stripped off by the moment. skin and blood cowering away from you with each kiss and touch.
you lay on your back to look at the ceiling while rain play their song around you, drumming in disorganized harmony over surfaces. the curtain gently flaps to accomodate the chilly breeze, and birds rush past in search for shelter.
yes. you are in fact here. in the moment. in the flesh.
something shifts beside you.
their eyes meet yours, still droopy and puffy from sleep. you offer them a small smile while they slowly blink in the morning light and mouth you a ‘good morning’.
you playfully wrinkle your nose to complain about morning bad breath, earning a groan and even more stirring from the other figure. each giggle and hum sheds sleep away from the both of you.
it was moments like these where you hug them a little tighter, kiss them a little deeper, and hold them a little closer. you fear anything less than that will reduce either of you to a barely-present spectre.
you want to feel the rough pads of their fingers caress every surface of you skin, you want to savor the way chapped morning lips press itself against your shoulder, or how you both fit perfectly into each other in all aspects.
everything is sealed in them pulling you back flush into their skin, your hands curled into little fists in the smallest of spaces between you two. chapped lips press themselves on your forehead. familiar breaths tickle your hair. you can almost feel their steady heartbeats where your forehead rested against their chest.
hands find their way through the sheets to trace patterns on the expanse of your skin that by now, you swear ghosts of mandala designs litter your back. under your breath, you hum a thank you to the grey skies — for the moment, for your lover’s gentle heaving chest, and for being flesh and blood.
notes: i was scrolling through my notes app and found this little thing. i thought it’d be a waste to assign a specific character so i left it open, but you can look at the tags for some character suggestions too. take care!!
>> all words by aero 2021. please do not plagiarize.
only two pictures of sakusa kiyoomi smiling exist on the internet.
the other three hundred live on your phone.
“twenty-five.”
“is one-fourth of a hundred,” he immediately replies, looking up from the video of his last match against the adlers. the slightest smirk on his face challenges you to go on. you play this game every year: he pretends not to know (or care) that he has a birthday at all, and you have to remind him that despite what the tabloids say, he is, in fact, an aging human like everyone else.
grinning, you plop down beside him on the sofa and are immediately pulled closer to his side. “it’s your birthday, doofus.”
“really?” sakusa’s brows raise in mock surprise. “i had no idea.”
“shut up,” you laugh, giving him a light shove. naturally, he doesn’t budge – but a short and quiet laugh leaves his lips. “anyway, it’s time to pick your yearly instagram tribute.” the album, appropriately titled “omi :)” opens on your phone, revealing photo after photo of sakusa’s pearly whites (on a hiking trail on mount fuji, in a hotel room in paris, in the kitchen baking brownies…).
he sighs but the skin by his eyes crease ever-so-slightly. “can’t you pick for me?” though he’s never been a fan of having his face shown back to him, sakusa’s gotten used to the fact that when you want something, you usually get it.
(and that, maybe, he is kind of good-looking.)
“what if you don’t like that photo?”
“i don’t care.”
you study him skeptically. “i don’t believe you. sakusa kiyoomi? mister ‘can-you-make-that-black-and-white’? mister ‘no-face-pics-on-instagram’? mister –”
he laughs and covers your mouth with his hand. “baby, if you keep calling me ‘mister’ i might start thinking you have some secrets to disclose.” the grin on his face doesn’t disappear even when you pry his long fingers off your face.
“i have nothing to say except that you need to choose a picture for your birthday post… or else i’ll have the team decide for you at dinner later.”
it’s not that the rest of the msby black jackals are out to embarrass him every chance they get (though that may be the case for a certain blond setter) – it’s just that they all, with the exception of his captain, have a terrible eye for aesthetics. hinata still uses instagram filters, for god’s sake. grimacing, sakusa shifts so that the two of you can comfortably look through the album together.
none of the photos pique his interest. not even the one where he’s two thousand feet above the ground in a hot air balloon, which you were almost certain he’d pick. sure, he looks good enough in most of them, but something’s missing.
noticing the tension on his face, you give your boyfriend a soft nudge. “what’s up?”
“i don’t like any of these,” he admits, running a hand through his curly hair.
“wait, am i overstepping? i’m sorry, babe, i thought you –”
“no, of course not,” sakusa interrupts. “i really don’t mind. never did. i’m… thinking.” the living room is silent as he thinks and you watch his expression for any clues to his thoughts. none of them reveal themselves. suddenly, he sits up and unlocks his phone, opening up his camera roll.
and in his ‘favorites’ album, he finds what he’s looking for.
it’s a picture of him smiling. it’s not the best quality and he’s certain it’s a screenshot from a video that one of his teammates took months ago, but this one’s special. it’s not just of him – it’s of you, too. you’re on a yacht in the mediterranean, kissing his unmasked cheek as the sun sets behind you and he’s grinning so widely that he’s almost unrecognizable.
“this one,“ sakusa says firmly. he looks over at you and chuckles. god, look what you’ve done to him. he’s a mess. a smiling mess. “post this one.”
