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𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔?

≡ s.rintarou x f!reader

↳ If your boyfriend asked for a kiss through facetime would you accept or reject his advances? and what if he [redacted … ] ?

tw/cw: fluff. minor cursing. reader is called : girlfriend, my girl, baby, babe

✉ notes: this is a re-upload from my old blog (๑•ᴗ•๑) !! even if this is your second time reading, I hope you can still enjoy it again (( :

“Kiss me,” Rintarou bluntly asked, his voice weak as if all his energy has been stripped to his bare bones, yet his eyes still blazed with desire.

“YN… kiss me, I’m miserable. About to die almost.” He bugged again.

“Rin, I can’t. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re on facetime, do you want me to kiss you through the screen? And plus, you’re fine… you’re always overreacting,” you smiled back.

“Rude. And yes you can, just give me a kiss, come on” he countered, eyes sleepy and face relaxed, where a fine line of exhaustion lingered just underneath his eyes as he puckered his lips close to his camera lens for you to kiss.

“Oh my god… do your teammates know you’re this clingy?” You giggled, rejecting his advances for a virtual kiss as you quickly took a screenshot.

“…. don’t you fucking dare YN… and no, they will never know because I’m not clingy. This is love, and you just rejected my love.”

“You’re not the only one with a secret album full of pics, Rin,” shaking your head as you rolled your eyes in playful annoyance, “gonna make this my lock screen, and no, I did not reject your love… I just don’t want to kiss you through the phone screen… it’s so… cringe.”

“You think I’m cringe? Never in my life have I heard that I was cringe… The fuck? I heard sexy, cool, mysterious but never cringe.”

“Well, there’s always a first Rin. I promise I’ll give you as many kisses as you want when you come back, just hang tight for a bit more, okay?”

“Whatever,” Rin muttered while looking away from his camera, his screen suddenly going black with muffled movements.

“Ah fuck.” You heard his quiet cursing, his grunts mixed with muffled background noises.

“Rin, you there?” You questioned thinking that the reception was going bad, feeling a threat of sadness piling up, a sudden tug of loneliness that you’ve been doing so well harboring in as you held onto your breath. You gripped your phone a tad bit harder hoping you wouldn’t have to end the call too early. And it didn’t help that he wasn’t much present these past couple of days because of his supposed hell week at camp.

“Yea, still here,” his voice sounded as if he was on the move or had to pick something up, only to immediately show his face again, “just got occupied with something.”

Letting go of your breath you quietly responded back, “Ah, I see… okay… that’s good.”

“Baby…” noticing the sudden change in your voice, “I know you miss me, I can’t seem to understand why you can’t just give me a fucking kiss…” With one of his eyebrows quirked up, his lips slightly forming a smirk as he saw your shy expression, “it’s a win win for the both of us, no?”

“No, if I do this once then you’ll keep asking me.”

“And what’s wrong with that?”

“Rin… are you serious?” Deadpanning at his oblivious response, “you ask me to take a selfie of myself at the most random times. And plus you’re always being dramatic if I don’t, saying you’ll die or whatever without it.”

“Mhm, so what?” Deadpanning as if he really didn’t understand, “It’s called love. I send you quite lovely pictures of myself, don’t I? It’s intimate, no?” His voice low and teasing, “Sexy I would rather say. I know lots of people that would want one for themselves.” His lips formed a lopsided handsome smile — the one that made your stomach churn, and your face to suddenly heat up in embarrassment.

“You’re so annoying…” You murmured under your breath.

“I know you saved them, pretty?”

“Shut up, or I’ll end this call.”

“It’s cute when you get mad, you know?”

Without his usual asking for five more minutes of cuddling in bed that would turn into thirty minutes of more sleep, where the crook of your neck would be surrounded by an awfully clingy boyfriend and his steadfast breathing tickling your skin. His large feet trailing behind your smaller footsteps with his arms around your waists, his back craned as he followed your every move, your day felt empty — complete bare without him.

Without him being able to check in with his usual ‘miss yous,’ or ‘babe look at this’ or even his ever so often honest words of affection ‘I love you,’ you were sure that he was depleted of his energy when all he could do was spend a fraction of his time right before his curfew would end and just before you would start off your day.

Long distance was an absolute bitch.

Off season for Rintarou didn’t mean rest, it didn’t mean he would be granted more leisure time. It meant more training, it meant his body would be more sore, it meant more blood, sweat, and tears, it meant being away from you… Overall, off season meant it would be the worst couple of weeks or even months of his life, your life — an absolute hell.

“How was practice today?” You asked, completely ignoring his question.

“Miserable.” His frank response was underlined with a hint of annoyance.

“Tired?” you asked the obvious.

“Yea, fucking exhausted. My body fucking hurts, can’t eat what I want, been up since the crack of dawn without any coffee, ran laps like a maniac, and even my own girlfriend won’t help me out, I’m doomed.”

“I love you though,” you responded back, slightly tilting your head as you tried to observe his moving background.

“I love you though,” he mimicked your voice.

“Rude, never mind, I hate you.”

“Wow, the world hates me, and you won’t give me a kiss, because you hate me too, damn… got my heart broken through facetime,” Rintarou muttered, his screen lagging as if he was outside, face closely zoomed in only in split moments were you able to catch his dark background.

“Are you outside?” You questioned, and you noticed his face freeze for a slight moment.

“Yea, heading back to my dorm, tryna sneak in some snacks.”

“You’re not supposed to eat that, Rin… you’re gonna get in trouble again,” you corrected him, listening to his repeated steps make contact with the grainy cement.

“Shh… you’re being too loud, it’s hurting my ears, people are sleeping you know?” he joked as he tried to sway the conversation elsewhere, cocking his head as he focused on his screen, “is that my hoodie you’re wearing?”

“Whatever,” shaking your head, “and yes, I am.”

“Damn I thought I brought that one with me… but I guess some thief stole it from me, tch” shaking his head in disbelief.

“You love me,” you teased.

“You’re lucky that you’re cute.” He chuckled, his voice echoing through the line.

“Are you almost at your dorm?”

“Yea, in like a couple of minutes. Tryna to get some good sleep today,” his voice sounded hopeful as his steps came to a stop.

“How are you going to do that?”

“I don’t know baby, you tell me,” his voice teasing.

“Wha —” cutting you off, “Hey, babe?” Rintarou quietly asked.

“Yes?” You answered back, your eyes opening up a tad bit wider.

“You sure you don’t want to give me a kiss?” His voice was soft as he asked you the same question again.

“Rin… I’ll give it to you when you come back.”

Breaking the teasing banter, he softly asked, “You miss me?”

“Mhm,” Your eyes started to sting as tears slowly filled your ducts, immediately biting the side of your lips as you tried to contain your tears from falling… once again in remembrance of how much you actually loved this man, your other half, your better half, “a lot actually.”

“That’s all I needed to hear…” he puffed out his breath, “Hey, baby it’s almost curfew for me, so I need to head back in soon…”

“Already?”

“Mhm, yea already,” Rintaro softly answered.

“Okay…” Your voice lacking its usual vibrancy, gently nodding as you accepted that this would be your fate for the next couple of days, “you’ll call tomorrow again?”

“Don’t I always?”

“True… just feels so empty without you here, you know?”

“Fuckkkk I mean… you can always give me a kiss if you love me so much?” his shoulders shrugging, “just a suggestion, you know?”

“Good bye Rin.”

“Cute,” chuckling as his eyes glistened in the dark, “I’ll see you soon, baby.”

Beep.

“Wait wha —” the call suddenly ended, immediately checking to see if it actually disconnected or if there was a glitch, only to be met with the lonesome reflection of your face.

Dropping onto your bed, the cold surface of your sheets encapsulating your legs, your room suddenly felt too big and too barren without your 6’3” giant lingering beside you, attaching himself to you like a, not so small, baby koala.

“Huh…” letting out a big breath, “see you soon?”

Checking your calendar to recount the days that he was scheduled to come back home, “there’s still 9 more days left…”

Groaning at the realization that you would have to suffer through this misery for a little over a week, “Jerk, asking for kisses and shit,” grabbing hold of his pillow as you snuggled into it, your face planted into the plush as you took in his faint lingering scent, letting one tear trickle down your cheek, “but ending the call like that?”

Muttering into the pillow in annoyance, “I’m not going to give him anything even if he begs.”

“So annoy —” Knock. Knock.

Whipping your head up at the sudden sound, reaching for your phone as you quickly checked the time — too early for anyone to be knocking at your door at 6:43 am.

Swiftly making your way to the door, quietly stepping closer in as you looked through your peephole.

You gasped out, hastily opening up your door, “No way…”

Donning on a pair of his sweats and sweater, with the strap of his duffle bag wrapped securely around his sturdy chest, his hands in his pockets with half his face covered with a mask while the other half was covered by his hat. And despite being covered up from head to toe, you knew at the glint in his greenish yellow orbs who he was.

how could you mistake him for any other man?

“Rin? H- How are earth are you here?”

Immediately coming forth, shortening the distance between you both as he pulled down his mask to unveil his thin face and chiseled jaw, his upright nose, and his blushing cheeks, “before you get mad,” his hands reaching out to you, slightly trembling from either the morning chill or his nervousness, “come here,” his cold palms sending shivers up your spine, “it’s cold, and I’m fucking tired,” his soft lips trailing up your neck to both of your cheeks as he cupped your face, “and I missed my baby.”

“How… How are you here?” you asked again.

“Begged my ass off,” he muttered in between small kisses.

“What?” You tried pushing him away, only to fail as his arms tightly wrapped around you, “I was good at practice, ran extra laps, trained even harder for this, not sure if you can tell,” his soft chuckle tickled the valley of your neck as his lips ran past your skin, “but I lost weight from eating healthy, almost pulled a muscle or two to get here, so tell me I did a good job YN… and welcome me home, yea?”

It was hard to resist him. You missed him. You missed everything about him. You missed his scent. You missed the way he held you so perfectly. You missed waking up to his clingy self — almost impossible to shrug his heavy body off. You missed the way he brushed his fingers against the apples of your cheeks, as he looked endearingly into your eyes. You even missed the way you both would bicker and argue, only to end up forgiving each other through love.

“You have the key, you could’ve just opened the door,” you softly responded back with your face burrowed into his chest, your fingers gripping onto his sweater as everything felt surreal.

Noticing your anxious tendency, his hands wrapped around yours to prompt you to let go, that it’s okay, “Mhm, I know,” as he pulled your arms up to wrap them around his neck, “but it’s not romantic if I open up and barge in, no?” his large hands pulling you closer to his body — one stationed at your waist while the other caressed your heated face, “you probably would’ve beat the shit out of me thinking I was a burglar or something.”

“Yea, I would’ve hit you harder knowing it’s you, just because you deserve it,” lightly grumbling as you melted into his touch.

“You missed me?” His voice was close, his tone personal as he scanned your face and basked in your touch.

“no,” your eyes trailing down his face, stopping at his slender lips as his tongue slightly peaked out to wet his dry lips.

“you sure? I’m the best, no?” his smirk making your head fall empty as if you lost all control of your body, his gaze hypnotizing you into him.

“you’re actually the worst,” pushing yourself up on your tippy toes.

Planting a soft kiss on your forehead, chuckling as he gently massaged your ear lobe as his hand trailed down to the back of your neck, his lips teasingly close to yours, his minty breath tickling your skin, “so is it still cringe if I asked for a kiss now?”

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gorejo · 2 years

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𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃

≡ sakusa kiyoomi x reader

↳ what would it take for the world’s most private man to show his beloved treasure to his once irrelevant world? Simple — a pure and willing heart that only knows of one at the tender hour of 11:53 pm.

tw/cw: none!! just straight fluff

✉ : just a little drabble of Omi being the best (๑•ᴗ•๑) !!

Sakusa Kiyoomi has always been private with his life. Whether it be answering superficial questions about his day to day as an athlete, to the simplest questions of his fans asking what he used for his cologne, Sakusa Kiyoomi kept his answers to a minimum — giving no more than a couple of words, a sentence if lucky.

And despite his larger than average frame, the paparazzi would never be able to get a full picture of him. Always dressed in a darker set of clothes — a black hoodie paired with dark jeans or slacks — a mask that hid half of his face while the other half was completely covered by his baseball hat or hoodie. Sakusa made it his mission to keep his life outside the athletic world to a certain degree of privacy because that was the only sense of control he seemed to be able to grasp in such a loud and intrusive world — an irrelevant world.

He looked rather bored and nonchalant during public events, but from under the table, he would be anxiously fiddling his fingers. And Sakusa never went out of his way to garner attention for himself like some of his extroverted teammates, but never was he purposefully rude like how some antics would label him as — just a bit more nervous than most.

Sakusa never seemed to feel good about himself after answering so bluntly. He wonders, going as far as to search videos about public speaking, or practicing what he’s learned on himself in his closet mirror, if he should be more lax like Atsumu, go more in depth in his answers like Hinata, be more inviting while he spoke like Bokuto... but he simply couldn't.

Grumbling to himself at how long the event was going, constantly looking at his Rolex Daytona to count down the mere minutes — seconds almost — till he was allowed to go home, till he would be able to undress out of his suffocating tie and painful shoes, till he would be able to —

“You’re gonna burn a hole through your watch Omi Omi,” a certain blonde teased, interrupting his train of thought.

“I got 56 minutes left,” the man mumbled under his mask, shaking his leg under the table.

And noticing the uncomfortable burden weighing on his teammates shoulder, Atsumu responded with a small knowing smile, “relax yeah? You’ll be home in no time, we’ll make sure of it.”

To Kiyoomi, it was 56 minutes too long.

But in the rare moments he chose to share, Sakusa posted little updates through his socials, teasing with pictures that curated a mysterious atmosphere about him, opening a tad bit of himself before he would go completely offline for the next couple of months until his PR team would beg for him to post, baiting him to at least do it for his fans.

So would it be crazy to say, Sakusa Kiyoomi was the type of man that would have four pictures on his public Instagram and he’ll be the type to post once every blue moon? Posts with no captions and edits but simply a raw form of message entailing a meaning behind the picture itself. A picture of a beautiful scenic background that he passed through for each morning jog, another of a memorable moment in his volleyball career as he played for Japan’s national team, and the third of some random aesthetic picture that documented his highly appraised elegant style. Sakusa Kiyoomi was truly a mystery that even his most loyal fans couldn’t decipher.

But when he posted his fourth, with no questions asked, with no publicists begging for him to stay relevant, simply done on his own willful accord at 11:53 pm, a picture where he specifically and deliberately posted in such a manner — blurry, even filtered through an edit of a certain mysterious person, that held the honor of having a simple caption, ‘my everything,’ it’s easy to say the internet went into havoc seeing such a move from him. To potentially venture into the private life of the Sakusa Kiyoomi — the one that always strayed far from opening up about his private life, the one that’s made it absolutely clear to not ask about anything personal.

Yet, he still shared, simply because he wanted to.

But little do such people know, that in the pictures he’s posted within the years of having his socials he’s been, well, secretly telling the world an indirect message — you.

You were there for every step of his victories, through thick and thin, awaiting with a pretty smile and a warm embrace to give.

You were the one to selflessly catch him through his downfalls with open arms, always ready to carry him through his failures.

You were the one that taught him about the simple pleasures of life such as going for a midnight icecream run to your local fast food chain, to sleeping in during random days of the week — something he would've never done nor thought of doing before he’s met you.

You felt like the fresh breath of air he’ll inhale on the first mornings of spring.

You were the anchor through his turbulent storms.

And it was you that he wanted to wake up to and be a recipient of your sleepy good mornings, and you to be the one to hear his last goodbyes before the dawning of a new day as he held you close in his arms.

Sakusa Kiyoomi, the one that truly despised letting people into his life, couldn’t resist his desire to finally show you off to the world… because you, you were the exception that defied his all.

So with a nervous hand and a proud heart, he posts a rather hazy photo of you sleeping. A picture of you cuddled in his frame, as he took a snapshot from above while he kissed your foreheads together. A memory for him, but an absolute bomb for many, yet a moment overall of him nonchalantly showing he was in love.

Even Sakusa believes, that surely no other could have such a reign over his fragile heart than you, making him be someone out of his character yet feel valid to be so.

And at that moment he posts, Kiyoomi slowly scoots his body lower to tightly wrap his long arms around your shoulders as he nervously burrows his heated cheeks into the delicate valley of your neck, murmuring his truth, feeling safe as he softly inhaled your natural scent,

“you are surely my everything, my love.”

And he hoped that his message, his vow of love, would be heard in your dreams.

But, Sakusa Kiyoomi wouldn’t be the man the world knew, timid and shy, if he didn’t turn off the comments the moment he saw his fans respond, “WHO IS THAT?” to “I’m so jealous… to be loved by our omi”… but today… today he chose not to.

Because despite as selfish as he was, he wanted you to be his one and only, untainted by the opinions of an irrelevant world; he simply wanted you to stay as his first love, his beloved partner… a deity so merciful to have brought him into another world, a dimension far greater than what he’s known of before you, unintentionally making him want to show glimpses of who he truly was to the world without him even knowing.

And today, Sakusa Kiyoomi chose to be honest.

So when he leaves his comments open, his once irrelevant world becomes fairly relevant — for the private Sakusa willingly shared his most treasured secret.

Therefore, in lieu of such news, his followers collectively shocked at his unforeseen action couldn’t help but actively ponder, “who is this person that managed to change our stoic omi??! omg !! 😳”

But unlike the many times, he’s been asked about the private details of his life, dodging questions left and right to hide the intimate parts about himself, this time Sakusa Kiyoomi welcomes these questions in joy. Responding with, again, as simple as he could be, but now with a welcoming smile laced on his face as he’s cuddled next to a warm you, a response not far from his actual self, yet the most he’s ever shared

‘that’s a secret. 🙂’

and closing his phone, lightly tossing it to the other side of the bed, for once Sakusa felt good about his short answer.

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