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mavrintarou · 2 years

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Wipe Your Eyes [2]

Ah. I fell onto the writer's block bandwagon! It's so hard to get off.

Warning: fluff; sweet Kiyoomi; smut; angst

First part - Third part

“Look at me.”

Y/n shook her head, hands covering her face – too embarrassed.

His thumb brushed her clit, making her whimper.

“Look at me, Y/n.” A finger slips past her slits and quickly moves in and out of her slick passage.

She moves her hands, her eyes still shut, and her teeth biting down her lower lip. “This… it’s overwhelming,” she murmurs.

“Should I stop?” he asked, but his finger didn’t stop moving inside her.

Y/n shook her head, “no… please don’t. Just...”

“Just?” he mimics, slipping another finger inside. “Are you… feeling pain?”

She shakes her head again. “No…” she opens her eyes, seeing Kiyoomi’s cock display between her legs. It was long and curvy, just bouncing against his happy trail. “Just…” she covers her eyes with an arm, “I just don’t look sexy at all with my casts.”

“Look at me,” Kiyoomi orders once again, his tone firm and resolute.

When she opens her eyes, he pressed the tip of his bare cock up against her slits, pushing slowly until it penetrates her opening and nestles inside her cavern.

Her eyes are locked with his, holding his gaze as he pushes himself deep inside of her. “Ki… omi…”

He settled on his elbows, trapping her, “to me – you look fucken sexy even with a cast still.” His lips curve into a grin, and his breath shakes but he whispers, “it’ll be a moment to remember.”

. .

Kiyoomi’s 6’3 frame practically sandwiched Y/n to the bed.

She wigged her upper body free enough to sit up. She glanced at the freshly clawed nail marks on his back… and buttocks, and groans.

Kiyoomi was nothing short of passionate last night, showering her with affection and making love to her not just once, but thrice.

Memories from their intimate encounter the previous night resurfaced, causing her to cover her face in a mix of embarrassment and shy delight.

“Omi…” Y/n winced, “hold up… my left hip is cramping…”

The arm around her waist tightens as Kiyoomi mumbled, “why are you up already?”

Looking down at him, who still had his eyes closed, Y/n responds, “I couldn’t sleep anymore.”

Opening one eye, Kiyoomi remarks, “you used to be the one who woke up last…”

Her hand gently combs through his tousled curls. “Yeah, well, I’m a different person now,” she teased, sticking her tongue out playfully. “So, what should we do today?”

. .

“See, isn’t this much better?” Y/n giggles as she rides piggyback on Kiyoomi’s back.

“No,” he grumbles, “I can’t see your face.”

Y/n tightens her arms around his shoulders, and whispers, “but I have your back now.”

She fails to notice the noticeable redness that tinges his ears.

He carried her through the market, stopping to view the different fruits that are in season. “Is there anything you want?”

Y/n shakes her head, resting her head on his shoulder. “No, but I could get used to this view.”

“Don’t get too comfortable,” he grumbled.

“But you said you like carrying me?” Y/n whispers into his ear, “have I told you yet that I appreciate you carrying me everywhere?”

Just as Kiyoomi was about to answer, his words were interrupted by the ringing of his phone. Y/n reached into her purse and retrieved it, discovering it was a video call from Shoyo.

“Argh, why do they need to do a video call?”

Y/n playfully nips Kiyoomi’s earlobe before pressing the green button, holding the phone out in front of him.

“SAKUSA-SAN!” the orange-haired Shoyo exclaimed joyfully, but his expression quickly shifted to confusion. Cocking his head to the side, he asks, “are you okay?”

“Hello,” Y/n greeted happily, paying no mind to the fact that Kiyoomi turned away from the camera, his face flushed with a shade of red. “Shoyo?”

The orange head was easily distracted, “Hi Y/n-san! How are you? Are you doing better?”

“Yes! Thanks to Sakusa-san here!”

Shoyo laughed whole heartily, throwing his head back. “You – you called him Sakusa-san too!”

“What do you want?” Kiyoomi finally asks, his tone slightly exasperated, “didn’t I mention that I’m on a long-term leave?”

“We miss you, Omi-omi!” Another voice shouted.

Shoyo turns the camera to a blond hair person, “it’s not the same without you!” He blinks, realizing there is another person with Kiyoomi. “Oh, hey Y/n!”

“Hello…” her voice pauses, “At… tsumu?”

“You remember me!?” The blond head shouts, cheering in the background. “I hope Omi-Omi is treating you well. We miss him but we want you to recover.”

“I want a word too!” Another familiar face comes into the camera, a silver head, “hey, hey, hey Y/n-san!”

Y/n’s face lights up, “Kotaro?”

“Ha! She remembers me too!”

The phone returns to Shoyo’s face. “We know you’re on a break Sakusa-san and we figured you wouldn’t have answered this call,” he chuckles heartily. “But we miss you! We hope you come back soon.” Shoyo looks at Y/n and continues, “MSBY wishes you a speedy recovery too Y/n-san!”

Y/n waves at the three before ending the call. “Do you miss them?” Y/n asks, slipping his phone back into her purse.

“Of course not.” He grumbles.

Y/n notices the sudden change in tone and inquires, “what about volleyball?”

There’s a brief moment of silence before he softly mutters, “I miss playing, that’s all.”

They remain silent as they make their way back to the hotel. Y/n senses that something is bothering him, and she mentally retraces their conversation, trying to pinpoint when his demeanor had shifted so suddenly.

“Why… are you upset?” She asked quietly as he sat her down on the bed.

Kiyoomi doesn’t look at her and instead walks away, grabbing a water bottle from the counter. “I’m not… upset,” he replies, his voice lacking conviction.

“It feels like it?”

“I’m…” he exhales, “I’m just hurt you remember my teammates but not me.”

They locked eyes for a moment before Y/n quietly spoke up, “well, you need to tell me what we fought about. Maybe it will help me remember – “

“I would prefer… not to relive that night if possible. Nothing good will come out of it,” he interrupted, taking a sip of his water. “We argued, and I said the meanest words to you.”

Y/n’s heart sinks as she feels the weight of his words. She pats the empty spot beside her on the bed, and Kiyoomi slowly walks over, his steps hesitant. She holds her hand out, palm up, waiting for him to take it.

He looks down at her hand, contemplating, before his hand reaches out to firmly grasp it, their fingers intertwining together.

“I won’t ask anymore.” She whispers, her gaze fixed on him. “Maybe there’s a reason I’ve forgotten, and if I’m not meant to remember, I’ll accept that.”

Kiyoomi squeezes her hand tightly, “the selfish part of me wishes you won’t remember all the mean things I said to you that night. I can’t take back my words, and the doctor mentioned that certain triggers might bring back those memories due to your temporary amnesia.” He pauses, his voice filled with remorse. “But until then, can you allow me to make it up to you?”

“Omi…”

“When, or if, you do remember one day… if you come to hate me, if you want to hit me, I’ll accept it all,” he murmurs, his voice filled with sincerity. Kiyoomi gently presses a kiss to the top of the hand. “But please, don’t leave me again.”

. .

Kiyoomi has been silently staring at the wheelchair that arrived earlier than expected, his gaze fixed on it for the past three minutes, glaring at it.

Finally, he gently lifts Y/n and carefully places her on the chair, ensuring her comfort by adjusting her leg on the footrest. “How does this feel?”

Y/n looks at him with a mischievous grin, “how does it feel to not have to carry me around anymore?” she teases.

He doesn’t find her comment amusing in the slightest. “There are limitations with a wheelchair now,” he replies, his tone serious and tinged with a hint of sadness.

Y/n nods and lets out a dramatic sigh, “yes, I won’t reach my destination as quickly as my carrier used to take me…”

Kiyoomi kneels on one knee beside her, eyes filled with sincerity. “I still have five weeks left to stay with you,” he reassures her, his voice gentle and comforting.

“Kiyoomi, I was just teasing you. You can go back to work. I’ll be fine,” she interrupts him, her hands cupping his face tenderly. “I can tell you’ve been bored. I’ve noticed you watching your old matches, even the live ones, and muttering about how you could have scored those points.”

He leans into her touch, his eyes filled with genuine concern. “But what if you need me?” he asks, his voice laced with worry.

“I’ll be fine for ten hours. I promise I won’t leave the apartment at all.”

He narrows his eyes at her before giving her a lopsided grin, “promise?”

“Promise.”

. .

Six weeks have passed, and with each passing day, Kiyoomi finds himself falling deeper in love with her. Yet, there are moments when he catches himself staring at her, plagued by thoughts of the person he was on that fateful night.

How could he have uttered those hurtful words to her? The memory of nearly losing her haunts him relentlessly, and not a single day goes by without him feeling the weight of that fear.

Returning to work proved to be a challenge for him. The constant worry about Y/n’s well-being while being alone at home made it difficult for him to concentrate. This, in turn, started to affect his performance on the court, leading to him being temporarily switched out for another player during his initial return.

Y/n was not oblivious to Kiyoomi’s struggle, and she insisted on attending his games to help ease his worries. She was prepared to argue and fight him on this topic, but to her surprise, he agreed to give it a try. She wasn’t even shocked when she witnessed his performance improve immensely with her support in the stands.

Kiyoomi is constantly on edge, rushing out the door as soon as he finishes practice or training, not even bothering to take a shower. He sends her urgent texts, expecting a response within thirty seconds before swiftly calling her. The moment he steps into their home, he frantically searches for her, not allowing himself to relax until he’s found her safe and sound.

Her parents flew in from South Korea to visit her, only five weeks after her accident. He didn’t want to overwhelm her with so many visitors. She had no problems interacting with her parents – as if she hadn’t forgotten them as she did with him.

Some nights, he is plagued by the same nightmare of that dreadful night, and he wakes up in a panic. But as soon as his eyes land on her peacefully sleeping beside him, a sense of relief washes over him. He pulls her into his arms, holding her tightly, and snuggles with her until he finds solace and drifts back to sleep.

He doesn’t quite understand why, but lately, he has been feeling unusually physically needy.

There have been too many nights that he wakes up hard, needing her. She doesn’t complain, would only smile at him tiredly, and always tends to his need. Some nights he could get away with just cockwarming her, needing to nestle himself inside her hot tight walls only to wake up in the morning with his cum leaking as soon as he withdraws.

On other nights, Kiyoomi needs to bury himself deep inside of her. Rocking his hips slowly, yet deeply to feel her around him, to assure him she was there with him.

. .

Y/n’s hand gently rests on her husband’s knee, silently conveying her praise and admiration for how well he was doing at their team dinner. He had an aversion to attending events with large crowds.

He rests his large hand over hers, squeezing it. “You okay?”

She nods her head, gazing adoringly up at him. “I’m full.”

He looks at her plate noticing that she has left half of her food uneaten. Concerned, he ask, “do you want something else to eat?”

“No, I’m full.” She assures, rubbing her belly.

Kiyoomi wasn’t entirely convinced, but he decided not to question her further. “Okay, we can leave soon,” he agrees, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. As he glances away, he notices his three teammates gawking at him. Perplexed, he raised an eyebrow and asks, “what?”

“Who are you and what have you done to our Omi-omi?” Atsumu narrowed his eyes playfully, his mouth full of a slice of steak.

Shoyo looks at Y/n with wide eyes, “this is our first time seeing Sakusa-san that affectionate!”

“In public,” Kotaro added, the most awkward one of the three. “I agree with Miyan,” he narrows his eyes at the curly head, “who are you?” he teases.

She glances at Kiyoomi who smiles warmly down at her, and she can’t help but return the smile.

She absolutely adores this affectionate side of Kiyoomi.

As she was about to respond to their teasing remark about her husband, Kiyoomi gazes at the three of them across the table with an annoyed yet teasing expression. “Shut up, you guys are so annoying,” he retorts, “just wait until you guys get married.”

Y/n flinches at Kiyoomi’s comment, her eyes widening in surprise.

A shiver runs down her spine, and her breath catches in her throat.

“I can’t even come home and just breathe without you being so fucken annoying!”

E/N: Nothing edited. Do you think Kiyoomi is toxic?

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