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gabseyoo · 11 months

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WASTE OF LIPSTICK — SAKUSA KIYOOMI

content: female reader, established relationship, fluff. word count: 0,7k.

note: soft sakusa is my religion.

Sakusa Kiyoomi had a reputation for being serious, collected, competitive, honest and even a little intimidating— well, too intimidating.

Many say he’s even scary.

You couldn’t agree more, indeed, he was all that. Your boyfriend’s reputation doesn’t come from nowhere, right?

But that’s the Kiyoomi that the public knew. The Kiyoomi you knew was nothing like what they thought he was, in fact, he was someone completely different.

Your Kiyoomi was someone kind, funny and even somewhat corny. He was someone who planned the most memorable dates, was always spoiling you, had a picture of you as his wallpaper, wore his promise ring every day, gave you lots of cute petnames and—believe it or not—sent kisses at the end of every phone call when he’s away.

It’s not like he hid how he acted with his girlfriend, which is why so many of his acquaintances were surprised by how much he softened when it came to you, and honestly, that’s one of the many things you loved about him.

You didn’t know why those kinds of thoughts about your boyfriend’s not-so-hidden sweet side were going through your head right now, maybe it was because if someone when you first met the intimidating Sakusa Kiyoomi had told you that someday he’d be your boyfriend and you’d be here, straddling his lap with him lying in the comfort of your bed and he would have a face full of red lipstick stains that you had spread on his smooth skin, you wouldn’t have believed them.

“This is a waste of lipstick.”

You chuckled at your boyfriend’s sudden words that broke the comfortable silence.

“I know.” You pushed aside a strand of hair on his forehead to leave a kiss there and smiled before leaving another on his temple, decorating his skin with new red marks. “But it’s worth it, you look pretty.”

Kiyoomi smiled.

“Do I?” He placed his hand behind your head, stroking your skin in a soothing manner as he looked lovingly into your eyes, and you swore that at that moment it was as if you fell in love with him all over again for the thousandth time.

A sincere smile appeared on your lips and you responded with a small mhm as you brought your face close to his until your noses brushed.

“I think you look pretty too.” Kiyoomi whispered before joining your lips in a kiss.

With his hand on the back of your neck he put a little more pressure to deepen the kiss and the other did the same on your lower back, you buried yours in his dark curls. It was romantically slow, you both just enjoyed the feel of each other’s lips.

It wasn’t until you needed a breath of air that you broke away, but not before giving him a little peck.

You supported yourself on your hands on either side of his head and looked down at your boyfriend, letting out a giggle when you saw that his mouth was completely smeared with red. You thought about commenting on it, but he beat you to it.

“Your mouth is all messy now.” He gently took you by the chin and his thumb wiped under your lips, you knew that this action had surely smeared the lipstick more instead of cleaning it, but you didn’t mind in the least. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You kissed his finger in reassurance before asking, “Ready for round two, Omi?”

“I’m all yours, baby.” He stated, putting his hands behind his head to make himself comfortable on your pillow.

“I like that.” You sat up straight again on his lap and picked up the red lipstick you had left on your nightstand.

Kiyoomi watched with a smitten smile how you applied more lipstick on your lips, getting ready for another round of kisses that he was more than willing to receive.

“You still think this is a waste of lipstick?” You questioned as you leaned in to leave a kiss on his jaw

“Maybe.”

You gasped dramatically and Kiyoomi let out a chuckle.

“But I always can buy you more, you know.” He added and took your hand in his to leave a kiss on your knuckles. “As long as you waste it on me.”

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saigethearies · 8 months

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osamu and you leave your daughter with her uncle atsumu for the weekend. chaos ensues.

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“i woulda felt better leavin’ her with kita or aran.”

you let out a snort at your husband’s statement. “over your own brother? her blood relative?”

you and osamu were driving to a weekend getaway in the mountains. while the two of you were excited for a break and some quality time, there was no denying that there was some apprehension in the car.

it was the first time you’d be away from your baby daughter. as great as a vacation sounded, it would be a lie to say the two of you weren’t reluctant to go.

in order to ease your nerves, a suitable babysitter was chosen.

only osamu didn’t have a lot of faith in your choice.

“exactly, he’s ma brother, so ‘m the only one who understands just how much of ‘n idiot he truly is.”

“but you saw how happy he was to offer to watch her! atsumu loves being a uncle, he won’t half-ass taking care of her. besides, if he ends up needing help your mom is just a call away.”

“ma’s hostin’ her book club this saturday, she can’t just drop everythin’ if tsumu’s dumbass ends up needin’ help.”

you let out a sigh. “samu, just try and relax. i’m sure everything over on his end is fine.”

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“COURT BABY! COURT BABY! COURT BABY!”

hinata and bokuto chanted as they watched your daughter crawl across the shiny floor of the msby practice gym.

having grown tired of the play mat and toys her uncle atsumu had laid out for her, the little one decided exploring her surroundings would be far more exciting.

“she’s crawlin’ earlier than most babies would,” atsumu chimed proudly. “must’ve got ma athlete genes.”

sakusa rolled his eyes from behind the fake blonde.

“she’s really going fast! let’s time her to see how quick she can move!” hinata suggested, fascinated by the little human on the ground.

“we’re supposed to be doing passing drills-“

“GREAT IDEA HINATA!” bokuto shouted.

“i give up,” the masked brunette said, moving to sit down on the bleachers since apparently no one was going to actually bother to follow instructions.

atsumu smirked while watching his teammates fawn over his niece. he knew it would be a good idea to just bring her to friday practice. the vibe for fridays was always a little more laid-back, and he knew having a cute little baby around would earn him brownie points with his excitable teammates. who didn’t love babies?

his brown eyes shifted over to sakusa momentarily, who was gazing at his niece with a look of disdain on his face.

okay, maybe he didn’t enjoy kids, but the rest of the team sure did!

“hey hey hey, baby miya! let’s see how quick you can crawl to your uncle tsum-tsum!”

atsumu grinned, moving to kneel on the ground so he can encourage his niece to move towards him. seeing the familiar face of her uncle- who shared a face with her father- had her happily babbling away as she pushed towards him.

“awe, she’s trying to talk!” hinata cooed, lip wobbling as he watched the precious exchange.

“alright, everyone,” a voice boomed. everyone turned to see a muscular figure with a head of spiky black hair enter the gymnasium.

“your coach asked me to come over to ensure you boys were actually practicing,” iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer stated. “i have some specific stamina exercises i want everyone to participate in. we’re gonna start by-“

movement in the lower peripheral of iwa’s vision caught his attention and the former ace found his gaze turning toward the floor.

“…why the hell is there a baby here?”

“don’t fuckin’ curse in front’a ma niece!”

“you just- nevermind,” iwa grunted, trying to be as patient as possible considering there was a literal infant present.

slotting his clipboard into the junction of his shoulder, the athletic trainer bent down to gently pick up your daughter. balancing her on his hip as if he’d done it a million times before, he turned back to the team.

“alright, jumping jacks and high knees, i want those heart rates getting up!”

before atsumu could open his mouth, iwa shot him a pointed look.

“i’ll hold your niece, miya, now get moving.”

the squeaking of shoes against the linoleum floor began to sound off. after ensuring everyone was properly following his instructions, he turned to the baby in his hold.

everyone knew iwaizumi was tough, but few knew how much of a complete softie he could be at times. giving your daughter a small smile, he lifted his hands to wave his fingers at her, to which she smiled back and tried to mimic his movements.

he let out a light laugh. “motor skills coming along there, i see-“

“iwaaaaa-chaaannnnn,” a voice sounded off from behind him.

iwaizumi froze. that voice, that stupid nickname, he knew it from anywhere. he began to turn his head to look behind him, gradually as if he was moving in slow-motion.

there was no way…

“guess who flew all the way from argentina to surprise you with his presence,” oikawa boasted as he stepped into the room. “that’s right, me-“

the seijoh grad fell silent as his chocolate colored eyes fell on the small human in his best friend’s hold.

oikawa blinked once. twice. three times. then-

“since when did you have a kid?”

“tooru, this isn’t-“

“how could you keep this from me?”

“will you please just-“

“a whole child? when?”

“shittykawa just shut up-“

“STOP CURSIN’ IN FRONT’A HER!”

“-and listen to me for a second!”

oikawa finally stopped his tirade, moving towards iwaizumi to study the baby in his arms. he bent down to be eye level with her, the both of them staring at each other curiously.

the brunette hummed to himself, reaching a finger out to poke your daughter’s cheek. “she doesn’t look like you.”

“wow, what an observation, it’s almost like she’s not my kid.”

“then who’s is she-“

“she’s my niece,” atsumu growled out, pushing oikawa away from the baby he was prodding at. he fixed the other man with a glare, well aware of who he was and what position he also played. the fact that this potential rival thought he could casually touch his flesh and blood had the fake blonde heated. “i’m takin’ care’a her for the weekend, which means i ain’t letting no lesser setter lay’a hand on her.”

“lesser setter?”

“oh boy,” iwa said, moving away from the two ego-fueled players. he could tell they were about to scuffle and he couldn’t let a baby be anywhere near that.

placing your little girl safely to the side, iwa crouched in front of her, sounds of “never saw ya at spring nationals” and “let’s see what your stats are, huh?” airing in the background.

“you stay right here, i’m gonna go get them to knock it off.”

standing a few meters away from all the chaos, sakusa watched as iwaizumi tried to wrench the two setters apart. sighing, he shifted his gaze to your daughter sitting unattended on the ground, babbling at nothing in particular.

sakusa grimaced. he really didn’t like babies. they were so…germy. and gross. but, he supposed the babies themselves couldn’t really help that fact. it wasn’t their fault they were so little and had such new immune systems.

a shadow then loomed over your daughter, bokuto and hinata standing over her. now that iwaizumi was too distracted to lead them in workouts, the two’s attention was back on the infant.

“i know!” bokuto exclaimed. “let’s do passing drills with baby miya! we can pass her back and forth to each other!”

“she’ll feel like she’s flying! like she’s a little crow!”

“or an owl!”

“you two will be doing absolutely no such thing with this child,” sakusa interjected, scooping your daughter up and going to sit down on the bench with her.

“but ki-“

“no.”

he wasn’t a fan of babies, but considering your daughter’s uncle was currently holding oikawa in a headlock, sakusa figured he could keep an eye on her for just a few minutes. it wouldn’t be too much longer before iwa finally decided he’d had enough and smacked the shit out of both of them.

hearing a little gurgle from below him, the brunette cast his eyes downwards. your daughter’s sight was transfixed on him, a smile coming onto her face when she saw she had the spiker’s attention.

from behind his mask, sakusa felt the corners of his lips twitch upwards.

okay, maybe babies were a little cute.

#osamu miya x reader #osamu x reader #osamu miya #atsumu miya #atsumu miya fluff #hinata shoyuo #bokuto koutarou #sakusa kiyoomi #msby #msby fluff #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa torū #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff

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cierai · 1 year

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YOU’RE THEIR LOCK SCREEN — ft. MSBY 4

warnings — none

⨳ATSUMU had left his phone on the counter face up. you weren’t planning on peaking at it until he got a notification and his phone screen flashed in. you glanced it at from the corner of your eye. at first, you didn’t fully process what the photo was then you reached for the phone and turned it on. it was a photo of you. the day the two of you went to a fair. you were laughing and pointing at something when he took the photo, this was your first time seeing it. “babe, have ya seen my phone?” atsumu asked as he entered the kitchen. he stopped in his tracks when he saw you smiling at him with your phone in hand. “why have you never shown me this photo?” you asked. “i look so good.” a chuckle escaped the setter's throat as he approached you with his hand out for his phone. “you always look good.” he grinned sending you a wink.

⨳BOKUTO showed you it when you asked why he was smiling at his phone so much. every single time he picked up his phone he spent at least thirty seconds staring at it with a huge grin on his face. it was a photo of you asleep on his chest with your mouth slightly open. your face scrunched up in disgust as you turn to your boyfriend. "really ko?" he had an offended look on his face as he pulled the phone back into his arms. "i think you look amazing!" you couldn't help but smile, arguing with him would be pointless. he continued to talk about the photo for five minutes.

⨳HINATA and you had matching lock screens, you had opposite halves of the same photo. it was a picture the two of you took when you went to disney world. (photo creds to bokuto). you were wearing matching MSBY jerseys, obviously shoyo's and mickey mouse ears. the two of you had huge grins on your faces and your arms around each other in front of the cinderella castle. you two enjoy showing off the matching lock screens to your friends.

⨳SAKUSA showed you his right after he took it. it was a photo of you that morning, next to him on the couch, hair a mess, and eyes barely open. he took it with a faint smile on his face before deciding to show you. "look," he said tapping your leg to get your attention as he held his phone out toward you. your eyes immediately widened at the sight of the photo. "kiyoomi! seriously!?" you whined dramatically. "what? you look great." he said cooly as if he didn't know what you were thinking. "I'm gonna make it my lock screen." he stated as he began to set it. "please don't let anyone have your phone!" you begged. he scoffed and turned to you briefly. "do you hear yourself? you have nothing to worry about." he said reassuringly.

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215-luv · 2 years

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HQ BOYS WHO DON’T WANT TO LET YOU GO (pt.2 - msby)

aka. clingy boyfriends (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

SAKUSA: “stay.” he sternly commands as if he’s royalty. his chest is pressed against your back while his one arm is around your neck and the other around your waist. from your point of view honestly, you feel as if you’re being held hostage—your boyfriend adding more strength to restrain you everytime you try to resist. “omi, i need to pee.” you cry, still trying to wiggle in his arms, and yet your boyfriend’s strength doesn’t match yours at all as all your efforts are in vain. “please, please, please omi?” you plead, chanting please’s as if it’s a prayer, and you only feel him nuzzling his face on the back of your head, as if he’s letting you know he’s not planning on listening to you any further. for the nth time, you sigh, “omi—“ “stay.” he persistently says in a muffle, and when you’re about to open your mouth to reply, he cuts you off guard when he leans up to land a soft peck on your cheek, looking at you with sleepy, narrowed eyes as he pouts, “are you done? is your bladder more important than me, huh? give me one more minute. if i let you go now, i think i’m going to crumble.”

ATSUMU: “my god, you’re so cute.” his voice comes out in a low murmur that muffles against your neck as you sit on his lap. you feel as if a warm blanket has been draped around your figure in the form of atsumu’s arms tightly wrapping around your waist. you couldn’t stop the smile forming through your features as you listen to your boyfriend love-sickly rambling his affection for you. “my angel”, he grins, looking at you before landing a peck on your lips, and he repeats it again, “beautiful”, peck. “cutie pie”, peck. “darling”, peck. “sweetheart”, peck. and the list goes on and on before you couldn’t even take it anymore—letting out a chuckle as you look away in embarrassment, the gesture making your boyfriend laugh as he holds your cheeks with his two hands. “what?? shy over a few compliments angel?” he teases with a smirk on his face as his eyes gazes upon you longingly. “how cruel you are, making me want you even more with just that smile of yours.”

BOKUTO: “are you sure you’re like, not some angel who fell from the sky who’s secretly in an undercover mission to make a human, which is me, to fall inlove head over heels for you?” he rambles, looking at you in a bewildered way as you blink at him in confusion, “kotaro, what are you talking about?” your head lays on top of his chest while his arm under you is wrapped around your waist. “it’s just”, he begins, turning to his side so he could see you properly, and as soon as his face is barely inches close to yours, he couldn’t stop the giggle that escapes from his lips as he’s quick to pull you closer to his arms, his chin now resting over your head, and you stay there in surprise. you feel his arms around you hugging you tighter as he nuzzles his cheek on top of your head. “sorry.” he apologizes half heartedly with a laugh, “right now, i can’t get myself together when i look at you in the eye. you’re just too beautiful to look at baby.”

HINATA: the happy-go-lucky smile he has on his face while his arms are around you gives it all away. he looks at you as if you’re the only precious person to him in the world. he giggles, “god, i love you so much. i don’t ever want to let you go.” he tightens his hold around you, literally pressing his body against yours so there’s not a tiny space between you while he keeps chattering his mouth like a giddy chuld, “i love you.. hehe.. i love you! i can’t believe you’re mine!” he then dives down so his face is pressed against your neck right below your chin. you couldn’t help the chuckles escaping from you while your boyfriend continues to nuzzle and latch himself onto you like there’s no tomorrow. all the while, you could feel his lips moving against the skin of your neck as he mumbles a set of phrases, “god, i’m so lucky.” “i love you so much.” “please let me stay with you like this.”

#i hope you guys lovie this!#<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3 #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #atsumu x reader #sakusa x reader #atsumu fluff #sakusa fluff #bokuto x reader #bokuto fluff #msby x reader #msby fluff #hq fluff #hq x reader

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houseoftulips · 11 months

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Overstimulated | HQ Men ~ the one where you just needed littleeee bit of space

─➭ hq men x fem!reader: atsumu miya, bokuto kotaro

─➭ mentions of: overestimation (not nsfw), reader is just irritated and tired, no hard feelings, fluff, comfort (?)

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Atsumu Miya

You had a longer day than you anticipated, thus sparked a little irritation. You were called into work 30 minutes earlier than usual because some higher up decided they wanted to see your presentation earlier than planned so you rushed to get ready for work and didn't look as professional than usual.

Then you forgot your lunch and your boyfriend was already at work and couldn't bring it to you. So you were hangry all day and small things just kept building up. When you came home you were ready to finally be away from people and decompress, your boyfriend (who shows his feelings physically) thought that's what you needed.

"Atsumu, please," you said firmly as you turned around to face him. You had such a irritated look on your face that Atsumu almost cried on the spot. "Give me some freaking space."

Poor baby was just trying to hold you from behind since he hadn't seen you all day. And he’s well aware that he can be annoying but he's never seen you look at him like that. He'd think you'd look cute with your nostrils flared up but you kinda scared him a bit. So he gave you what you asked for with a little pout on his face and stepped aside to let you walk out of the kitchen into your shared bedroom.

You let out a frustrating huff as you close the door to take a much needed bath. Had you just realized that you snapped at ‘tsumu? Yes. Are you gonna apologize? Of course…but after the bath. You need to calm down for a bit after all that.

Atsumu heard you turn on the faucet in the bathtub so he knew you were going to take a while but he has matured enough to understand that you needed the space. And he remembered the texts you sent venting to him about what’s happening.

He orders for pickup from your favorite spot just around the corner from your building and set some pj’s for you since he noticed you forgot to grab some and left it on the bed before leaving to get the food.

About 20 or so minutes later, you felt so much better. With how overwhelming you felt all day, you never got the chance to just slow down for a second. You grabbed your towel resting on the toilet cover as you get up from the tub. You wrap it around yourself then drained the water. You do your regular skincare routine and left the bathroom to see a pair of sleep shorts and atsumu’s t-shirt.

You let out an appreciative smile before drying off and putting the clothes on. Once you finished you walked out of the room to go find ‘tsumu and apologize but he wasn’t there. You pout a bit thinking you really hurt his feelings so you were going to call him but you heard the front door unlock.

You take a couple of steps over to the door to see him walk in with two plastic bags in hand. One had two to-go boxes and the other held a small and clear container with what looks like cake.

As ‘tsumu takes his shoes off he looks up to see you standing there looking cute as shit in his t-shirt. “Hey baby, you okay?” he asks with a smile as he walks over to you.

You smile back and it makes his chest warm. “Yeah honey,” you say softly as you cup his cheek, “I’m sorry for being snappy earlier. I didn’t mean it.”

‘Tsumu gives you a wider smile as he leans into your touch and moves his head to press a kiss on your palm. “I know baby, it’s okay,” he says as he sets the bags on the kitchen counter before opening them. He pulls the to-go boxes out and opens one up to you, “Your favorite from the shop around the corner, m’lady. And a mini bundt cake.”

You giggle and lean up to press a kiss on his cheek with a loud smooch, “Thank you, ‘tsumu.”

“You’re welcome, baby,” he smiles as he looks at you then your lips, “Can I hold you? I missed you.”

You didn’t hesitate to wrap your arms around his neck and stood on your tippy-toes to press a loving kiss against his lips. Atsumu sighed into the kiss as he slides his hands over your hips towards your lower back.

Both of you pull away with smiles on your faces. You look up at him with sparkling eyes and a smile. “Love you, baby,” Atsumu whispers against your lips.

“Love you too, ‘tsumu.”

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Bokuto Kotaro

Working from home had its pros but the cons? Staring at two different screens all day in the same chair can be the most irritating con. Yes, you can get up and stretch while working in your pj’s by today was not the case.

You’ve been back and forth with the same damn project you and your team have been working on for weeks. Everything and anything regarding the said project has been making negative impacts and affecting communication with your team. As much as you love them, your patients was running thin.

You were in a middle of a phone call when Kou came home from practice. He stayed longer than usual for practice for a game coming up so he came home wanting to see you right away since he missed you so damn much.

But he was caught in your wrath when he barged into your little home office in the guest bedroom of your shared home to gain your attention.

“Baby!” he called out loudly as he opened the door and walked towards you with his bright smile.

Now he usually does this when he comes home but with what was going on with work you just couldn’t take it. Feeling him wrap his beefy arms around your shoulders it felt like the weight of your project was pulling you down. And the pressure you felt in your chest made you antsy and uncomfortable right away.

“Kou, get off I’m in a meeting,” you scolded as you lightly pushed him away and turned back towards the computer screens.

Oh our sweet owl’s hair deflated had the sound of your mean mom voice, he likes to call it. A deep pout settles on his face as he stares at the back of your head. “Meanie…,” he mumbled then his eyes move behind your head to the two screens. He recognized the slides you were looking at.

“The same project?” he thinks…

He remembers you venting about your frustrations with the project a couple days ago and he thought things have settled down now. So he steps out of the room while closing the door softly. Yes, he’s a little hurt but you’re stressed so it’s not something he’ll take to heart.

You’re a patient woman. One of the many reasons why he loves you. When he has his downs, you’re there for him the entire way and he’ll do the exact same for you. When you’re frustrated you do tend to want to be alone for a minute or two than wanting any physical interaction like Kou does.

So, since you still have 15 more minutes left till you clock out for the day, Kou gets the idea to hopefully lift your spirits. He had called you during his break to let you know he’ll be picking food up for dinner so it was all ready for you once you were.

Exactly 15 minutes later, you let out the longest sigh as you get up from your chair to stretch. You also let out a quiet ‘jesus christ’ in frustration too when you remembered how you greeted Kou back earlier. You hate acting out like that because it leaves a bad taste in your mouth. So you move your stiff legs out the bedroom door.

“Hey, sweets!” kou smiled with his hair standing a bit.

Your eyes widen as you slip an ‘oh’ in surprise seeing a little fort in the living room and take-out boxes ready to open. It looks like Kou was laying the pillows from the bed down on the floor with blankets galore piled together.

You giggle as you take in the scene. The warm fairy lights were on and so was the tv. The smell of food made you stomach growl. Kou sits on one side of the fort with a huff. “Come here, baby,” he pouts with open arms, “I know you had a hard day.”

You move hastily towards him to sit on his lap and arms wrapped around his neck. Your face nuzzled into his neck. Kou takes you in a warm embrace with his arms around your waist. “M’sorry, Kou,” you mumbled as he held you tighter against him, “Stupid project is kicking my ass.”

Kou laughs softly as he presses kisses on your shoulder. “Don’t worry about it, baby,” he says before pulling away from you, “I got your favorite from that restaurant down the street.”

You smile and cup his face before smooshing his cheeks together. “You’re the best, you know?” you say as a fact before giving him a fat kiss like you usually do when he comes home.

“You are though,” you mumble against your kiss as he squeezes your waist and pulls away with a happy smile, “The best and the prettiest baby…”

You laugh wholeheartedly as he began to smother you in kisses and raspberries. “Kou!” you laugh, “Come onnn, I’m hungry!”

“Nope!” he laughed and continued to kiss and tickle your sides, “This is what you get for being mean!”

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sakusafilm · 2 years

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in which kiyoomi sakusa is inlove with you.

fem!reader, fluff, angst, established relationship, mentions of cheating, suggestive (?), not good with tags im new here im so sawrry 😩, just pain (did not proofread this btw)

part 2

sakusa is inlove with you.

no one knows how and why it happened. he just woke up one day, and somehow, his grade conscious classmate looked and felt different. your eyes are sparkling, your lips made his stupid heart race, your voice isn't so annoying anymore. he doesn't care if you take his coffee, but will put atsumu to hell if he ever does that. he doesn't care if you play with his curls, but will look at people with disgust if they do that to him.

god, he is inlove with you.

so when he asked you out on a date when the both of you turned 3rd year, you couldn't reject it. because maybe you felt the same, you love him too. you love his introvert ass who hated attention but still turned out to be japan's number one ace at such a young age, initially getting all the attention around itachiyama and the whole prefecture. you love taking his coffee away from him just because you're too lazy to get yours from itachiyama's bending machine that is literally just outside your classroom. you love his curls, they're cute and makes him look prettier. you love his paralleled moles in his forehead, kissing it when he falls asleep in your lap.

from then, the relationship that you two had was stable. it was mature, understanding, all-knowing. full of trust. his fangirls hated you, but you couldn't care less because you were so sure that kiyoomi sakusa only ever loved you. he never missed a day in assuring you.

“kiyoomi, can we take a selfie?” a regular watcher of his games approached after the match. you know the girl, you've seen her too many times. you're even sure that even your boyfriend knows her already. she always asks for a picture after the game, like today. especially today. because itachiyama just won their match and will finally had the chance to claim the championship in the interhigh again after falling short last seasons.

sakusa eyes you, waiting for a response. you almost laughed before nodding at him. he didn't really have to do that. you really don't mind. but, you think its his way of giving respect for to you.

they took a selfie again and bid their thank yous after. kiyoomi immediately pulled himself out of the crowd to finally go to you, pulling you into a tight hug. he's fucking sweaty, but still smells like mint and fruit. you couldn't pinpoint what fruit. you just know that this perfume came from jo malone. his personal favorite.

“congrats, baby.” you whispered, pressing a kiss on his cheeks.

omi chuckled, placing a kiss on your forehead, “thank you, and thank you for watching. how was the admission exam?”

“i still don't know. results will be out in a month but i'm pretty confident. i reviewed a lot.” you answered. you came to the game after finishing a qualifying exam to tokyo university. if sakusa wants to build a career in volleyball, your dream was to build a career in medicine. two completely different paths, but you couldn't imagine going through it without him.

he nodded, “i'm sure you'll be accepted. it's you.”

“i hope so, omi.”

life was surely unpredictable... and cruel. that year, itachiyama failed to bring home the championship once again. kiyoomi wouldn't take it to heart for a long time, you know that. but with the results of the admission exam being released on the same day and figuring out that you did not get in to your dream university— that hurts him more.

seeing you sob quietly in your dorm as he hugs you tight. it hurts more for him.

sakusa knows the security he has with volleyball, that even if he failed today, that loss won't define his whole career after training so hard for years. as long as he did his best, he won't have any regrets. your situation was different. tokyo university is your childhood dream. you prepared your whole life for this. pulled all-nighters, drank tons of caffeine for examinations, wrote your reviewers until your hands calouses appears, tried to get all the extracurricular activities that could give you extra merits, and still... you failed.

kiyoomi doesn't know what to say. god, he's just equally heartbroken for you. he hates seeing you like this.

“do you want something to eat?” he finally gathered the courage to speak after you calmed down for a bit, “you haven't eaten your dinner, baby. tell me what you want, i'll go for a drive and come back immediately.”

“i am not hungry, kiyoomi.” you told him.

“even if you are not, it's bad to skip dinner without a proper diet. i'll get you something light and come back, is that okay?” he asked, yet tightens his hug around you, “i love you so much. you are amazing, and hardworking and i know that these words won't be able to comfort you right now. but i hope you know that i believe in you. i still believe in you. your dreams will still be possible,”

“it hurts so much...” you started tearing up again, “i worked so hard for it...”

“i know. i know, baby,” sakusa whispered, “i love you...”

“we won't be going to the same uni anymore, omi.” you told him. kiyoomi sakusa is being recruited to tokyo university's mens volleyball team. it would be perfect to attend the same school with him again. but this time, it would be impossible.

“that's nothing.” he answers, “nothing will change.”

with kiyoomi sakusa, everything felt easier. even if you feel horrible today, you know that you will feel better tomorrow with him around. he helps you in every single thing. breakfast, ironing, gym— which is his favorite thing to do back then, and even tying your shoelaces.

you were together at every stage of your lives. prom, graduation, graduation ball, his acceptance in tokyo university because of his outstanding performance in both academics and volleyball, your acceptance in osaka university. his mvp award at the japan national collegiate volleyball championship, his recruitment in msby black jackals.

“congrats, omi,” you chuckled, hugging him tight, “it's not a surprise but i am so proud of you.”

“you always say that it's not a surprise whenever i win something,” he chuckled.

“because it's not!” you said, “that's just japan's number one ace for you... doing his thing...” you cupped his cheeks, “i can't wait to watch you at the olympics. you'll be there sooner than you expected, i just know.”

kiyoomi held your hand a planted a soft kiss on your knuckles, bringing butterflies in your stomach as he whispers, “i'll marry you.”

silence embraced the two of you. you didn't know how to respond to that. you're unsure if that's just a spur of the moment statement or he actually meant it. sakusa stares back at your eyes, “i'll marry you, once you're ready.”

“you will?” you pulled youself together and smiled at him.

he nodded, “just watch, i will really marry you.”

“you can wait? let's say... for eight more years?” you asked. it was a joke, but it's not impossible considering the amount of time that you have to dedicate to become a doctor.

“i can wait for a hundred years and i won't change my mind, baby.” kiyoomi answered and smiled, “eight years is a piece of fucking cake. i do not care, as long as i will marry you after all of this.”

you believe him. because that's kiyoomi sakusa.

he never once failed you. always keeping his word, always running to you. even after a match, if he knows that you're on a graveyard shift for your internship, he will visit you just to give you food and coat. in which some of your colleagues giggled over. it's rare to see msby black jackals' most promising rookie.

you yawned, “thank you for coming today. i know you're tired from the game.”

“not anymore,” he chuckled, pulling you into a tight hug, “i hope you're taking care of yourself. you should sleep and eat properly, you big baby.”

“you too.” you chuckled, “and don't take atsumu seriously all the damn time, that's why he's always making fun of you,”

kiyoomi made a face, “wanna take you home...”

“i'm sorry, i have to finish my shift.” you hugged him tighter. you miss him too, so much, that it's killing you. the both of you have been very busy with you doing your internship and omi consistently training for his matches. you miss him so much. you want to go home with him too. you want to kiss him for the whole night and make love. but you have to prioritize your internship first.

“no need to apologize, i understand, baby.” he whispered.

being with omi is like sailing in a calm sea. there's no reason to be afraid because you know that whatever happens, you'll see each other home. at the end of the day, you'll take a peaceful sleep beside him, with his arms around you and making you feel safe. you'll welcome another cozy and lazy morning with him, brushing your teeth as a morning routine and showering butterfly kisses to each other.

kiyoomi tugs your bottom lip using his, chuckling at that before showering kisses on your neck. this is just another weekend where the both of you doesn't have anything to do and when he's bored, he does the most unbelievable things. like putting hickeys on your neck.

“kiyoomi!” you laughed, “i have work tomorrow...”

“stop talking about work.” he said, “kiss me.”

you reached for his nape, pulling him close and chuckling with him as your lips collided with his once again. kissing sakusa is like hearing fireworks. it's been years since your first kiss, but the effect it had on you is still the same. when he starts caressing your waist, igniting the flame even more, you know you'd end up under his mercy once again.

he loves hearing you call his name desparately, begging him to give you what you want. it is the only moment where you're reversed because kiyoomi knows that beyond all of this, he's always the one who will answer all of your whims. sometimes, he thinks that he's more head over heels for you and that's okay. he loves being head over heels for you. he loves being inlove with you.

every summer, you and kiyoomi would go to your favorite beach, spending a day or two beside the quiet shore. taking each other's pictures using your film camera. after that, you would take the film rolls and have it processed, putting it in a memory box you kept through the years.

“we have to buy a new box, kiyoomi,” you said, taking a look at your old photographs with him, “i remember this!”

“when was that?” sakusa asked, “oh! your fangirl phase!”

“suck it up, i was never your fangirl.” you told him and laughed, “everyone would go gaga over you in itachiyama but i am not one of them. i never understood the hype...”

he made a face towards you, “you're lucky.”

“you're luckier, i literally had a crush on inarizaki's captain back then and i still ended up with your lucky ass...” you chuckled, “let's get a new box next weekend.”

his eyebrows furrowed, “who the fuck?”

you burst out laughing at his reaction.

kiyoomi sakusa easily gets jealous. something you will never understand because you know that he knows that you will only ever love him. still, when you seem so close to his teammates, like miya atsumu, he will start feeling something hateful in his stomach.

one time, you visited kiyoomi in his training with the jackals and brought food for the whole team. they have a match with adlers next week, with hinata shoyo playing his game for the first time. you know hinata from high school, he made such an impression in his games but he's very different from your boyfriend who doesn't seem to approachable at first glance.

miya atsumu, on the other hand, ate the food you brought immediately, giving comments as if he's a professional food guru and bokuto came mocking him. it's easy to be friends with omi's teammates.

“omi-omi's not in a good mood!” until atsumu pointed that out again. you looked over to your boyfriend who has this annoyed look on his face, trying to make the volley ball hit the floor harder than what he usually does, when it hits the floor and it made such a loud thud, atsumu gasps, “calm the fuck down, sakusa! you're nasty!”

atsumu leans forward to your ear, “he's jealous.”

“right.” you chuckled and sighed, watching kiyoomi.

he ignored you all throughout, doesn't even spare you a glance once you reach home and went straight to bed after cleaning up. lying down, you tried to hug his waist but he pushed your hands away, “omi, i don't even know why you're so worked up.”

“ask miya, maybe he'd know since you're best friends with him.” he uttered, yawning.

“you're jealous of atsumu? come on, be serious!” you said, laughing, “atsumu? really?”

“shut up.” he firmly said, “i'm going to sleep.”

“so we are not gonna talk about this and go to sleep like this? okay,” you scoffed, “i visited you, not anyone else. i am trying to be friends with them because they are your friends too, omi. i'm sorry.”

you lied down, turning your back away from him as well. the shut up was a little harsh. you couldn't help but tear up a little because of the frustration. you know that sakusa can be quite a handful with his choice of words and you understand that it's a bit of a struggle for him to communicate but it's still hurts. he's not always like this but when he is, you know that he's seriously mad.

your tears quietly fell through your cheeks to your pillow. you hate fighting with kiyoomi. you hate enduring a cold night when it could've been warm with him beside you. you hate nights like this, and kiyoomi hates it just as much. so, he turns over and slowly hugged you.

“i'm sorry, that was mean.” he whispered, “god, i'm so petty... i'm so sorry, baby...”

you faced him, his lips parted when he saw a stain of tears beside your eyes. he immediately pulled you into a tight hug, “i'm sorry. i should've been more thankful that you took the time to visit us when—”

“no, no,” you immediately stopped him, “your feelings are valid too, baby.”

he sighed, “but it wasn't valid to be that rude. i'm sorry,”

kiyoomi is prideful. everyone knows that. he has a reason for that. but, when it comes to you, he will always fold and eventually give in.

the love you had for each other isn't perfect. in fact, it's the complete opposite. it's flawed, so flawed that the both of you endured so many things. the stagnant days, the worst days. days when you want to walk away, days when he wants to be alone. your love is so flawed and that's okay, because a perfect relationship is nonexistent. a perfect relationship is fictional.

your love is flawed, but you kept choosing each other everyday.

“i failed. again.”

“baby, it's okay. you can always try again. let's not get tired. you can still—”

“you don't understand, sakusa.” kiyoomi's ears rang as you call him again by his last name, he stared at your empty eyes, swollen from crying the whole day. he didn't know. fuck, he didn't know. he was busy with training and their coach took their phones away.

“baby, i know. but—”

“you do not understand because you never felt like a failure.” you said, “because you are good at everything you do. because your dreams are not dreams anymore, they are already your reality. you don't understand.”

“what do you mean, then?” he asks, “that i did not work hard for this? nothing was handed to me in a silver platter. i went to tokyo university because i worked hard for it. i was able to achieve shit because i worked hard for it! and i am not saying that you did not work hard for this just because you failed but please stop invalidating my hard work!”

tears started streaming down your face, “don't put words in my mouth.”

“i am tired of this,” he remarked.

“me too.” you answered back, catching his eyes.

but what happens when you stop choosing each other everyday? what happens if love isn't enough anymore? what happens if it gets too tiring? what happens it kiyoomi sakusa isn't in love with you anymore?

“what happened to us?” you whispered under your breath, in the silence of the apartment and his guilty eyes, kiyoomi shook his head, unable to answer the question. you looked at him. the curly haired boy who used to love you so much felt like a stranger.

it has been three months. three months of trying to make things work out for the sake of invested time and memories. three months of trying to feel his warmth, three months of trying to run after him, three months of trying to know him again. but each second and millisecond of those three months just felt like he's further drifting away.

“there's someone else, right?” you asked.

he shuts his eyes and the silence answered you. oh my fucking god, it hurts. you don't even know how much it hurts, but it hurts, nonetheless. it hurts so much that you felt it in your veins, in your bones. it hurts so much because you already knew— this is over. and he's just waiting for you to walk away so he doesn't have to.

you stood up, “i'll... be going.”

“where? baby...” fuck you. your hands are shaking as you look at him again in disbelief. sakusa stands up, looking at you again, “i can leave instead—”

“no, this is your apartment. i'll leave.” you firmly said. silence embraced the two of you again and you wished for this to end already. it's too much, too much. you turned your back and immediately took the things you could for the meantime. sakusa waits in the sala.

your sobs became more clear when you saw the memory box below the bed. all of this... just to end it so horribly. all of this... just for it to be nothing. all of this... just for him to kiss another woman just because you're in a slump. all of this... just for him to fell out of love.

and there's nothing you can do.

was it your fault? was it his fault? was it anyone's fault? was it because of the things you said after failing the licensure examination? you were unsure. because you're sure as hell that no matter what the fuck is his reason, you do not deserve this bullshit.

maybe you make things complicated. maybe it was just a simple equation after all.

because maybe, sakusa kiyoomi just really fell out of love.

“i'm sorry,” he whispered once you went out of the room, preparing to really leave this apartment where you built your dreams together, “i'm really really sorry.”

you looked at him, “what went wrong, omi?”

he shuts his eyes tightly, before looking at yours again, “i don't love you anymore.”

#sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa fluff #sakusa x you #sakusa x reader #sakusa imagines #haikyuu!!#sakusa angst #angst #haikyuu angst #sakusa haikyuu #msby fluff #msby sakusa #msby headcanons #msby x y/n #msby x reader #kiyoomi sakusa #hq sakusa

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 10 months

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New Nail Day with MSBY

MSBY! Black Jackals (including Barnes and Joffe) x GN! Manager

Warnings: fluff

AN: just expressing my love of new nail day 🤩

Everyone needs selfcare Yn

Especially you 🥰

Because let’s face it, you have one of the toughest jobs on the entire planet

While you love your job and adore the guys, man do you need a break 😅

And one of the activities you do often is pampering yourself with new nails 💅

Whether you DIY them or go to a tech, your nails always look perfect!

Sometimes you go for simple, like an ombré or a French tip

And sometimes, when the guys are EXTRA annoying, you splurge and do a design or some bling 💎

No matter what you get, the nails do their job

And let’s just say, you look FABULOUS 🤩

And there’s one thing you can always count on

The guys noticing your new manicure!

It’s almost kind of weird how much these guys notice

Like your pretty sure they look at your hands everyday just waiting for a new set

The moment you walk into the gym and the glimmer of a new set sparkles, it’s game time

“YN LET ME SEE THEMMMM!” Bokuto shouts, running full force towards you as you brace for impact

“NEW NAIL DAY NEW NAIL DAY!” Hinata shouts, bouncing towards you

“Don’t break them right away!” Atsumu shouts, following behind the first two dummies

“You shouldn’t go near them either Miya, they are expensive!” Sakusa scolds him

Meian, Inunaki, Barnes, Thomas and Joffe all just stand aside, waiting for the hype to die down

Bokuto and Hinata each grab a hand and began to dissect everything

The shape, the design, the bling 😩

“Oh wow YN, look at all the sparkles!!” Bokuto chimes, so excited

“I don’t understand how the shape is so perfect on every one of them! There is like no imperfections!” Hinata comments, observing your perfectly manicured cuticles

Sakusa whistles, looking over Hinata, “man YN, did you have to take a loan out to get those done?”

Meanwhile you just stand there, waiting for their gasping and oohing to finally calm down

“Alright idiots, back off of Yn!” Meian finally says, interrupting their party

“But captain, YN’s nails are always so pretty!” Hinata gushes

“They are very pretty-” Meian adds

“And YN is super pretty too!” Inunaki interjects

You 👉🏻🥹

“Yes Yn is very pretty-” Meian continues

“Wow YN how do you even get to see those gems to stay on?” Barnes asks

“It’s a cured gel that makes them super strong!” You say, banging your nails against the wall to demonstrate their durability

The team 👉🏻😱😱😱

“I can’t believe how well you work with nails like that YN, truly remarkable!” Thomas compliments

“Well YN is the best manager in the entire V.League,” Joffe boosts

“Ok YN’s nails are great but we need to get practicing,” Meian sighs as the guys continue to ignore him

“You can’t expect us to practice with such perfection in our presence!” Atsumu exclaims, grabbing your hand and pushing it into Meian’s face

Meian 👉🏻😐🙄

You can tell Meian is about to lose it, so you decide the guys have done enough simping for today

“Ok guys, let’s get to practicing!” You say, walking towards your office

“But Yn what if you break a nail!” Bokuto scream 🙀

“That would be a tragedy!” Hinata yells back

“Well it’s a good thing YN doesn’t actually play Volleyball then,” Sakusa adds

“Yeah but what if one of Atsumu’s rogue serves gifs YN in the hand!” Inunaki interjects

“Hey-” Atsumu asks confused 😐

“Or what if one of Atsumu’s really bad sets hits Yn and they have to block their face?” Joffe questions

“HEY MY SETS ARE PERFECT!” Atsumu shouts back

“Atsumu shut up and get on the court!” Meian yells

Atsumu 👉🏻👁️👄👁️

“Oh and by the way Yn, your nails look amazing,” Meian winks before walking onto the court

Seriously Yn, you are so freaking lucky 😭

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yoomiomiki · 2 years

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Little shit

( He’s a little shit , but he’s yours )

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“No “

“ what do you mean no ?! “ he sputtered in disbelief . “ I said no omi , no cuddling this week “ you stubbornly said , disregarding his shirtless figure and the blatant pout that sported his face when you said that .

“you never let me pay for anything , i need to contribute to our house too , it’s completely ridiculous how you don’t even let me pay for anything . “ you angrily muttered , referring to when you went groceries earlier and he refused to let you pay even though you both were getting groceries for your shared apartment .

Slipping into bed next to him and turning to face him . “ but you love me for that don’t you sweetheart ? “ placing a hand over your hip trying to pull you closer , a smirk gracing his handsome features . Mindlessly playing with your hair once you were deemed ‘ close enough ‘ with his free hand and getting all up in your face .

“ absolutely not “ immediately shoving his way too handsome-adonis like face away from yours . However , the growing blush on your face disagreed with your actions . In your defence , it was because he was too close to you , that’s why you were so flustered

“C’mon sweets . ‘M sorry , forgive me please . You know I can’t sleep without your cuddles . ” You really tried to keep the most stoic face you had on. But it was hard , ridiculously hard , almost impossible. With the way kiyoomi had the biggest pout possible and his hand that snaked up your (his) shirt , rubbing comforting circles onto your waist , saying no was just out of the question .

Letting out the most dramatic sigh you relented , throwing a leg over his hip and snuggling even closer to him . Burying your face into the crook of his neck .

“ you’re such a little shit “ you grumble , voice muffled . “ but I’m your little shit “ you didn’t have to look up to know that kiyoomi had a shit-eating grin plastered on his face .

“Shut up omi “ He of course , retaliated by snaking his hand down to your butt and giving it a slap , eliciting out a shocked whine of his name , that earned him a slap on his chest .

Kiyoomi was a little shit alright , a 6’3 little shit , but he was your little shit .

©yoomiomiki 2022

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neon-gin · 1 year

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Crazy couple 🐯 💕

#atsuhina #hq timeskip #msby fluff #miya atsumu #hinata shouyou #neon_gin_atsuhina

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aureoaerosmith · 1 year

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Thank you, Universe 🌌

A Kiyoomi Sakusa Fanfiction

Reblogs are appreciated

Sakusa noticed that Y/N had been quieter than usual in class. Her usual lively and enthusiastic demeanor was replaced with a somber and sullen expression. He couldn't help but feel concerned for her.

During recess, instead of heading to the courtyard to practice volleyball like he usually did, Sakusa found Y/N sitting alone in the library. She was staring blankly at a book, not even turning the pages. He approached her cautiously, not wanting to startle her.

"Hey," he said softly, "Is everything okay?"

Y/N shook her head slowly. "Not really," she whispered. "My friends have turned against me, and I'm failing my classes. I feel like a disappointment to everyone."

Sakusa didn't know what to say at first. He was not good with words, but he knew he had to do something to comfort her. So he suggested playing poker together.

Y/N looked at him incredulously. "Poker? But we don't even have cards."

Sakusa reached into his bag and pulled out a deck of cards. "I always carry them with me," he said with a small smile.

They played for a while, and Y/N found herself enjoying the game. She laughed when Sakusa's poker face slipped and he gave away a tell.

As they played, Sakusa noticed that Y/N's mood had improved. She seemed more relaxed and at ease. He took a chance and spoke up.

"You know," he said, "I don't really believe in a higher power or anything like that. But I do believe that everything happens for a reason. Maybe this is just a tough time for you, but it will make you stronger in the end."

Y/N looked at him, surprised. She had never heard him speak so openly before. But she found his words comforting, and she felt grateful for his support.

As they packed up the cards, Sakusa pulled out a bookmark from his bag and handed it to Y/N. "Here," he said, "I thought this might help you feel better."

Y/N looked at the bookmark, which had a beautiful illustration of a night sky with the words "Trust yourself. You can do this." written on it. She felt a warmth spread through her heart and tears prickled at the corners of her eyes.

"Thank you," she said softly, "I really needed this."

Y/N smiled, feeling touched by Sakusa's gesture. She realized that despite his cold exterior, he was a caring person who always carried a little bit of positivity with him.

She looked up at the sky and whispered, "Thank you, universe."

As they parted ways, Y/N couldn't help but think about Sakusa's words. Maybe everything that had been happening to her was just leading her to something better. And maybe, just maybe, the universe was conspiring to help her achieve her goals.

With renewed hope and determination, Y/N walked out of the library and into the world, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Note from the Author: Just so you know, that pic isn't mine! The fanfiction is actually the result of me feeding my wacky ideas to ChatGPT and seeing what it came up with. Thanks for checking it out, though!!!

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universalistotalis · 2 years

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One Minute Girlfriend BONUS PART

This is a continuation of this story so ya gotta read this first 😙😙😙

“You know, you run fast.” Meian Shugo whispered randomly on one lazy Sunday afternoon.

“What?” You looked up at him, chin resting on his chest. You were both laying down on the bed, binging on some sci-fi series on Netflix.

His long, slender fingers played with your hair then caressed your back. “I wanted to ask for your name, because you knew mine, but I had no idea what yours was.”

“I’m sorry, what are we talking about?” You, now, balanced yourself on your elbows to get a good look at your husband.

“You forgot our first meeting?” He pouted, looking offended at your answer.

You chuckled then pecked his puckered lips. “You have to be certain, baby. I ran a lot of times.”

He snorted, rubbing his nose with yours. “You hide so well too. I couldn’t find you no matter how hard I tried. And when I finally did, you wanted to run away again.”

“Hey, for the record, you can be really intimidating.” You defended.

“That was me trying to know you.” He laughed, squeezing you tight. “I wanted to know you better, I didn’t know why but I was drawn to you in some way.”

“You were drawn to a girl who went out of the bathroom. How romantic.” You said sarcastically.

He rolled his eyes. “Stop ruining the moment. You married me anyway.”

You chuckled and lied down on his chest, squeezing your way into the crook of his neck. “I wanted to introduce myself too, you know. But I thought you wouldn’t really care. You’ve inspired me so much even when you were my idol so I was just really happy I could help you at that moment. I owe you a lot as well. Your love for the sport actually inspired me to love what I did for a living. Also, I didn’t want you thinking that I was taking advantage of you or anything.”

The room was filled with comfortable silence with your synchronized breathing disturbing the quiet. One thought occupied both of your minds and it was that you were both so thankful you found each other again.

“Damn, you really love me, don’t you?” He murmured against your hair.

That garnered him a slap on the arm. “Way to go ruin the moment too!”

“I couldn’t imagine a life without you anymore. Don’t wanna go back to when I didn’t have you.” He said then pulled you in for a deep kiss.

And holy damn, he really does love you too.

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I have read so many fics of this man and I loved him to bits! But he’s always like a fuckboy or something so here, I present you, soft boi Meian Shugo. I’m a sucker for all softies, forgive me.

More stories soon! Hope you like this!

Reblogs and replies are appreciated 😉

Masterlist!!!

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smh-yoon · 2 years

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Stuck ✰ Bokuto Koutaro

a/n: i love bokuto he is my himbo dream <3

genre: romance

pairings: msby! bo x f! reader

warnings: none :) a little bit of thirsting from y/n, little bit of a cliche trope tbh

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if there was one thing bokuto was outside of one of the top aces in japan, it was strong. bokuto represented his ego through his rippling muscles, defined and thick. every chance he could get to flex his skills in volleyball, or his biceps, he took it.

even now, at the celebration for the most recent msby win, where he scored the winning point for japan, he was still boasting. all of his team-mates had gotten used to this behavior, as well as his long time best friends akaashi and kuroo. you, however, did not have the best impression of him so far.

you had to admit, their team was quite impressive. and bokuto had scored a killer winning point, so it wasn’t like he was wrong to brag.

the first thing you had noticed, besides his biceps and back, was his boisterous voice and attitude. while he was very extroverted and welcoming, the most he could talk about from what you overheard was how great he was and how he had won for the team. maybe you were just a little bitter from the work day you had, but being at this party and having to listen to bokuto was not your ideal night. the only reason you were here was for osamu, who was in turn here for atsumu.

atsumu had been your least favorite twin since you met osamu a few months ago, frequenting his onigiri shop. he was similar to bokuto, but more arrogant than anyone you had ever met in your life.

besides listening to cheers and toasts from the winning players, your time had been rather uneventful. sitting beside osamu in the kitchen the whole time, sipping at your cranberry juice and munching on whatever snacks were present on the counters. other partygoers popped in and out of the room every once in a while, getting more beer or whiskey or sake or whatever they wanted to get drunk off of and leaving the two of you to your solitude away from everyone else.

at one point, sakusa was close to staying and sitting with you two away from the rest of the party, until atsumu had dragged him out. drinking the last bit of juice in your glass, you stood from your seat and stretched, making your way out of the kitchen. “i’m gonna go find the bathroom.”

osamu just waved his hand, scrolling through his twitter feed as he shoved another bite of whatever he was eating now in his mouth.

the party was still going strong, people chatting and drinking, laughing and telling stories with each other. you thought nothing of the crowd, quietly excusing yourself with everyone you bumped into and looking around for some kind of indication of where the bathroom was. just as you were about to go down a hallway, a tispy atsumu draped himself over your back, turning you around and squeezing you while he laughed.

“hey, what are ya doin’? the party’s out here!” glaring at him over your shoulder, you tried your best to shove off the arms around your shoulders and wiggle away. “i just need to use the bathroom atsumu, get off!”

atsumu let out a huff and straightened himself out, letting go of you and pointing to one of the doors down the hallway you were about to enter. “‘s that one.”

rolling your eyes, you made you way down the hallway, looking back to find atsumu trying to throw himself over sakusa like he had you. without a second glance, you opened the bathroom door and went inside, sighing as you slowly turned the lock. truth was, even with osamu here, this party was really wearing you out.

“oh, did you need to use the bathroom?” shrieking in sheer fright at the voice, you turned around to find the ace of the night, looking very spooked from the sound of your yelling. he was standing in front of the mirror, maybe three feet away, with his shirt tossed on the countertop in front of him.

it took you a few seconds of staring at him in shock, eyes grazing over his pecs and defined abs before your tensed up and swiftly turned, mumbling out rushed apologies as you tried to leave the room. but, alas, with your terrible luck, the lock snapped off as you turned it, leaving you locked in the bathroom with the obnoxious man you had been avoiding all night.

“oh no..” bokuto, who had watched you in your flustered state try to leave the room, whispered quietly as you turned to face him again, the broken lock in your fingertips.

once you realized that he was still shirtless, you covered your eyes with your free hand, huffing out as a chill ran down your spine in embarrassment. “could you put on a shirt please?” he said nothing for a moment, making no movement to put a shirt back on, until he noticed the your nervous fidgeting, pressing your back against the door and the trembling of your hand covering your eyes.

now bokuto may have failed math, but reading people was one of his biggest strengths. he reached over and tugged his discarded shirt back over his body, humming as he caught the movement of his arms in the mirror.

“okay, it’s on. what now?”

slowly moving your hand from your eyes, your body slowly relaxed seeing the man in front of you fully clothed. the lock was still in your hand, snapped clean off the handle. how had you managed that? either you gained superhero strength, or there was more than average wear and tear to it. “uh.. i don’t know.”

bokuto gazed at you curiously, the curve of your lips and the dainty fluttering of your eyelashes as you blinked. something about how smooth your skin looked had him entranced. it didn’t help his wandering gaze to wander down towards your outfit. a cute little dress managing to fit you just right, the color looking so lovely against your skin tone. he would’ve remained contently trapped in his observation of you, but the movement of your hands, raising to push your hair back, a nervous habit of yours, snapped him out of it.

while he had been focused on you so intensely, you tried to fight the racing of your heartbeat. only a few seconds had passed since you last spoke in response to him, and you remembered that you had left your phone out in the kitchen with osamu.

“do you happen to have your phone on you?” bokuto hummed, reaching into his pockets and pulling out the device. you sighed in relief, watching him unlock it, until he tapped onto a game app and began to play. “don’t you think you should text someone to get us out of here?” he looked up, finding you looking at him expectantly. with an eager nod, he opened his messages and scrolled through his messages until he found kuroo, clicking his contact and pressing the call button.

after three much too long rings, the line went through and the muffled sound of a party came through bokuto’s speaker. “bo! where are you? we’re waiting for you, the team wanted to toast!”

you watched as his golden eyes lit up and he smiled widely, letting out a shout. “no way! i’m stuck in the bathroom, come and get me!” kuroo drunkenly laughed over the line, and the sound of the party began to get quieter. you sighed silently in relief, glad that someone would be letting you out of this much to awkward situation.

“how did you get stuck in the bathroom? don’t tell me you’re asking me to help you take your pump pictures, because the last time i did you tried to convince me to take nude shots—”

before kuroo could even finish, bokuto hung up, his face flushing brightly as you tried to hide your grin at his embarrassment. it took only a second for bokuto to try and stutter out some kind of explanation, each word causing him to become more and more flustered, as your grin widened. after he couldn’t get out anymore words without becoming tongue tied, he whined and ran a hand through his hair. “this is so embarrassing..” his mood plummeted, and he sunk to his knees, head hanging low.

letting out a laugh, you smoothed your dress out over the back of your legs and sunk down next the him. “bokuto?”

in response, he mumbled something under his breath, not lifting his head. biting your lip to try and keep from smiling, finding his state somewhat adorable. in the few minutes you had been stuck in a room with him, bokuto proved to be very emotional and maybe.. wasn’t as bad as you initially thought he was. placing your hand on his shoulder you tilted your head closer to where his eyes were stuck on the floor, prompting his eyes to slide over to meet yours. “don’t worry, i won’t judge you. i mean.. plenty of people take.. nude pictures.”

your giggling cut through your words, straight into his brain as you tried to comfort him. his head lifted, watching you smile and look at him. something told him you weren’t making fun of him. when he noticed your hand on his shoulder, he almost flexed instinctually. he’d be damned if you didn’t think he was strong.

“yeah.. and i got the muscles to pull it off don’t you think?” he grinned cheekily, curling his arm and flexing his bicep, watching your hand slip down his arm.

once you realized you were touching his muscles like some fangirl, you shivered and quickly pulled your hand away, trying to avoid bokuto’s dejected gaze. “yeah, you definitely do.” a silence developed between the two of you, and you moved back to lean against the edge of the bathtub as he followed.

his warm skin pressed against yours and the two of you enjoyed the silence for a moment. the wriggling of the doorknob interrupted the peace of the moment. “bokuto! unlock the door!”

both of you stood up at the sound of kuroo’s voice, bokuto going up to stand in front of the door. “the lock broke. can you get it open?” there was a few more rough twists of the knobs before kuroo sighed through the door, calling out, “i’m gonna try and kick it open, back up.”

bokuto ushered you to stand in the bathtub, blocking your view of the door just in time for the door to bust open, hitting the wall and splitting the door frame. waving his hand in front of his face from the small amount of dust, kuroo entered, face morphing in surprise seeing you stand in front of bokuto, clutching onto the front of his shirt unconsciously.

“oh, did i come at the wrong time?” and suddenly you realized how close you were to bokuto, nearly pressed against his chest, fingers twisted in the fabric of his shirt as his hands ghosted your waist. it seemed as though bokuto had also realized this, his face flushing while you stepped out of the bathtub, bowing your head and muttering your thanks to kuroo as you hastily made your way out of the bathroom.

“dude, what was that all about?” bokuto barely registered the words coming from his friend, still lost in the closeness that he had just lost. saying nothing, he shook his head and moved past him, making his way back to the party to find you.

as you entered the kitchen, your hurried to grab your phone and the jacket you had thrown over your chair. “woah, what’s the deal?” osamu looked up from his phone, eyebrows furrowing at your panicked state. “no time samu, i gotta go.” the twin cursed under his breath, rushing after you as you left the kitchen, slithering through the crowd. and of course, curse your luck again, as you were trying to leave you had bumped right into bokuto.

you had no chance to escape as his hand gently closed around your wrist, tugging you towards the door. “if you were gonna leave, you could’ve said good-bye, y’know?”

pursing your lips, your tried to avoid his gaze, feeling your skin get hot regardless of the chilly night air. he stepped forward and gazed down at you, a serious expression on his face. “can i at least do one thing before you go?” swallowing thickly, you nodded, searching his eyes as he leaned closer. at this point you could smell his expensive cologne and shampoo, no doubt having showered before the party after the hard game. your eyes fluttered shut as his lips pressed gently against your forehead.

even when his lips left your skin, he stood close to you, both of your eyes still closed as you enjoyed each other’s presence. “i have to get your number from atsumu now.”

you let out a laugh, opening your eyes and shyly meeting the gaze of the man in front of you.

“i would really like that.”

#haikyuu!!#haikyu #haikyuu #bokuto fluff #bokuto koutarou #haikyuu bokuto #bokuto haikyuu #haikyuu koutarou #bokuto scenarios #bokuto #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo testuro #kuroo #msby fluff #msby bokuto #bokuto oneshot #bokuto x reader #bokuto fic

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cxllvr-id · 1 year

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AUTHORS NOTE : hi :) my first writing post on here, hope you guys like it :)) WARNINGS : written in gender neutral terms + third person and past tense. [they, used to refer to the reader are written in italics] WORD COUNT : 458

It was just a regular date for both of them, Kiyoomi had suggested a café that he tried with the team once. He seemed to have gone there pretty often, and he had recommended a couple of beverages on the way there. It was going to be a peaceful date, without the team behind their backs. Some quality couple time, or so the both of them thought. Some coffee, maybe movie night once they got home.

The last thing both of them expected was to be greeted by his team captain, and colleagues. "What are you doing here?" Kiyoomi asked, annoyance evident in his tone. "Well er-" Meian begins, "we had nothing to do and we thought about coming here. This is nice though, now we can all have tea together right? You know, just us in our little friend circle," he smiled. "I wouldn't say that Meian," Atsumu began, he had a suspicion that this teammate and his ‘friend’ were dating. "the lovebirds were probably on a date or something," he smirked. Oh god, that smirk, it annoyed the living fuck out of Sakusa, and Atsumu being right for once, made it worse.

"Ahaha nice joke 'tsumu!!" they laughed as they tried to weaken the tension. "But uh yeah guys, just a friendly hangout," they awkwardly chuckled "we can all have tea together, that would be nice," they looked at Sakusa for approval only to find that oh-so familiar expression of annoyance on his face. "Oh, that's great!" Hinata intervened, "alright, who wants what? y'all can decide, I'll go order," he smiled. On recieving everyone’s order, he left to greet the lady at the counter, warmness oozing from his voice.

"This is simply lovely," Kiyoomi said, sarcasm quite evident in his voice. "Omi!," they laughed as they lightly elbowed him. "Omi?" Bokuto asked. "So you're on nickname terms now huh," he grins. "Oh please, it's nothing like that!!" they laugh with the others. The team suspected the two might be dating, but it was never made official.

"Well, it would've been a lovely date if some people didn't intervene," outside hitter said, shocking the others. "Y'all really are dating aren't you?" Atsumu asked, mentally congratulating himself for knowing. "Yeah," they looked down as they tried to hide a grin. ”Well I’m back with our stuff,” Hinata walked to the table and he set the orders down calmly. “What did I miss?” He asked, before taking a sip of the strawberry concoction he ordered.

“Nothin’ much, Mr. Sakusa and his ‘friend’,” he said, gesturing air quotes, “here, are dating,” Atsumu said, a smug grin evident on his face. Hinata spat his milkshake onto the blonde “SERIOUSLY?” He looked at Atsumu with an apologetic smile on his face, “my bad.”

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moonbeam-darling · 1 year

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Imagine MSBY going to a haunted house together. I feel like Barnes and Meian would be fine, and not scare, because nothing is scarier than having to be the handlers for Bokuto, Hinata, Sakusa, and Atsumu. Inunaki would only instigate the chaos that is the MSBY 4 while Adriah is hiding behind Inunaki. Hinata would totally be scared, but also just laugh and compliment the workers, and just be saying hi to them all. Bokuto would be doing the same, but a lot more nervously, or he'd be completely fine, which shocks everyone else except Hinata. Sakusa acts like the others are so stupid to get scared and like he can handle it, but in reality, he is clenching his teeth so mfer hard Atsumu has to get him to stop. Atsumu is vibrating, like visibly so. He does fine until two workers force him to go down a narrow, dark path on his own, and that freaks him out. After that, he's hiding behind Omi, and making him go infront of him.

#haikyuu!!#happy halloween #halloween #msby black jackal #msby fluff #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #hinata shouyou #bokuto koutarou #inunaki shion #tomas adriah #ben barnes #meian shuugo

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houseoftulips · 1 year

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You’re A Mean One | K. Sakusa ~ the one where he wasn’t into the Christmas spirit

➤ pairing: husband!sakusa kiyoomi x mom!reader w/ daughter Kami

➤ mentions of: a tiny bit of angst bc sakusa is a grumpy man, fluff/comfort

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Growing up, the holidays was something you and your family cherished together. It made you want to continue that tradition with your own family when the time came.

And that time is finally around after your five year old daughter, Sakusa Kami was old enough to want to participate in being festive this year.

Your little doppelgänger nearly jumped out of her seat during breakfast when you told her that you and your husband, Sakusa Kiyoomi will be taking her out to find a christmas tree.

So here you all are, outside in the snow looking for the perfect tree that you swore to your daughter that she would get to choose. “Mama! Do they come with the snow?” Kami called to you as she stopped in front of one of many trees.

“No, baby. The snow will melt off when we bring it home,” you smiled at her.

“And it’ll cause more of a mess that it will already do…”

Ah… You forgot that your husband wasn’t too fond of the idea of getting a real tree so he’s been in a mood. He uses the excuse that he wasn’t too into the holiday spirit growing up due to how busy he was with volleyball but…it didn’t hurt for him to at least try.

“Honey, can you not please?” you murmur to him so your daughter doesn’t hear, “She’s excited.”

Sakusa sighs as he shoves his gloved hands into his jacket. “I know,” he says, “But we could’ve easily gotten a fake one that wouldn’t make a mess in the house.”

You pierce your lips in a tight line to keep yourself from snapping at him. It irritated you how much he was in a negative mood especially when he was the one who agreed to look for a real tree. So you just opted to not say anything else and watch your daughter happily run around the lot of trees to choose.

“What ‘bout this one,” Kami pointed towards a rather…dead looking tree.

“It’s dead, Kami,” Sakusa said straight out.

“Babe!”

Kami pouted slightly as she looked at the tree. Even though it was dead, he didn’t have to bluntly point it out. “If we get that tree we won’t be able to put all your pretty ornaments you made for me and papa. Try looking for a greener one,” you encouraged her.

She nodded with a small pout on her face and continued to walk ahead of you and Sakusa. Once you see she’s far enough away from you guys, you look at Sakusa with a pleasing look.

“Why did you agree to this if you’re just going to ruin the experience for her?” you ask.

“The experience of looking for a tree?” he rolls his eyes. “Baby, this will be too much work to maintain and I’m not going to be the one to clean all that mess up.”

You took a deep breathe to prevent yourself from yelling at him in public and in front of your daughter. “I get that but you agreed to this so please keep it at a minimum,” you pleaded at him.

“Fine,” he mumbled.

It was quiet for a moment as the three of you continued to look for a tree but Kami just couldn’t find the perfect one. Just like you when you were little, she wanted to find the most festive looking tree just like the ones she sees in the movies.

After about 20 minutes of looking around, the three of you rounded a corner into the next aisle of trees and finally you heard a happy squeal.

“Mama! Papa! Look!” she pointed with a happy smile towards a green and full tree. The pine tree was so full that you could barely see through the branches so it was perfect to your eyes and your daughters.

But that happy moment didn’t last forever the moment you heard a scoff beside you. “No. Absolutely not. Do you realize how many bugs might be hiding in there. I’d rather you pick the dead tree than this,” he grumbles as he looks at you.

“Kiyoomi!” you snap. But before you could scold your husband you hear some sniffles. You and Kiyoomi nearly break your necks hearing the familiar sniffles coming from Kami. “Baby… Don’t cry…,” you pleaded.

Fat tears. All of the fat tears she could muster spilled out of her eyes. Kiyoomi’s dad instincts kicked in and went straight to comfort her but she shook her head with her hands out in front of her.

“You’re so mean, Papa!” she cries, almost making you want to cry, “Yur’ a grinch!”

Kiyoomi’s heart throbbed hearing Kami’s cries. He knew what she meant by being called a grinch. He watched to American movie with her for the first time a few weeks ago and it made it feel guilty.

“Hey, princess,” he said in a comforting tone as he slowly walked up to her again, “I didn’t mean it-,”

“NO!” she screamed. You knew she was on the verge of throwing a tantrum in public so you walked passed your husband to pick up your daughter who immediately wrapped her arms around your neck and legs around your torso.

“Shhhh, Kami it’s okay,” you comforted in a hushed tone as you rubbed her back. You turned back around with anger in your eyes as you looked at Kiyoomi. “Let’s just go home,” you said which only made Kami cry harder and Kiyoomi feel even worse.

“Baby-,” he pleaded, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“What else did you mean, Kiyoomi,” you snapped, “I ignored your ignorance while we were dating and before we had Kami but I’m tired of it.”

You then walked away from him towards the car as you tried to calm your crying daughter down. Sakusa was left in the aisle by himself standing in a pool of guilt covered snow.

Yes, he wasn’t looking forward to the mess and possible bugs a real tree would bring into the house but he knew it wasn’t right to let it get to his head. He felt even worse knowing that you sucked up his grinch like personality all these years and continued to have the holiday spirit so he walked behind you towards the car in silence.

The car ride and the rest of the day going into the night was quiet in the house. Kami calmed down during the drive back home because she ended up crying herself to sleep. She needed to get her nap in anyways so you were kind of relieved but it still made you sad that Kiyoomi didn’t even want to mask how much he didn’t want a damn tree.

So you ignored him throughout the day. You couldn’t even look at him either so you stayed with Kami in her room as she slept and left him to sit in guilt.

Kiyoomi stared at the ceiling in the living room in silence as he tried thinking of ways to make up for his grinch behavior but he knew a simple sorry wasn’t going to cut it. He stressfully rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hands with a groan before looking at the time.

3:14 pm; he needed to go to practice soon but he didn’t want to leave you guys like that after what happened. So, he had an idea.

You didn’t realize that you fell asleep till you woke up with something poking your cheek. You hummed in question as you look over to your right and see your daughter with the same pout on her face.

“Hi, baby,” you smiled at her as your cupped her swollen cheek. She looks like Kiyoomi when she wakes up from her sleep, you thought. “Are you feeling better?” you ask.

She shook her head no and laid down on top of you. You could only say so much to console a child so you physically comforted her which seemed like something she wanted anyway.

You looked out her window to see that it wasn’t snowing anymore but it still stuck to the ground so you thought that maybe going to the park to play in the snow would lift her spirits. “Why don’t we go to the park? We can build a snowman,” you kissed her head.

Kami lifted her head with her sweet smile finally on her face with a nod. So you tell her to get ready while you left her room to let Kiyoomi know but he wasn’t home.

“Asshole left without saying anything,” you mumbled to yourself. You assumed that he went to practice since he doesn’t like driving in the snow too much so you brushed it off and got ready yourself.

After you and Kami got ready, you both left to house to walk to the park. Being there seemed to lift her spirits even more as she made snow family and snow angels. Kami also enjoyed you throwing into a pile of snow which what Kiyoomi would do in the backyard.

About an hour or so went by and it was starting to get colder so you and Kami decided to walk back home hand in hand. Kami kept giggling as she heard the crunch of her footsteps against the snow. You were lost in thought as you guys came up to the house to lost to notice that Kiyoomi’s car was in the driveway.

“Papa’s home!” Kami called out.

Your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion because he wasn’t gone as long as he usually is for practice. You brought your keys out to unlock the door and immediately went into shock.

Kami squealed in excitement as you were too stunned to speak. The whole inside of the house was covered in Christmas decorations galore. You almost couldn’t see your furniture because of how much lights and other decor was taking up every crevice in the house. And as if your daughter couldn’t scream any louder, there it was…the exact tree she pointed at earlier.

“Mama! It’s the tree!” Kami screamed as she ran towards the decorated plant as you remained at the front door too stunned to speak. Kami was too busy eye boggling the tree that was covered in the ornaments she made at preschool to notice how quiet you are.

“I had the team help me get it done,” a soothing voice said to you.

You looked over at Kiyoomi who you assumed came from the shower due to his wet curls. “Why,” you ask out of disbelief.

“Well,” he nervously laughs, “Hearing that your daughter called you a grinch is a good wake up call. And I found a cheap blanket to put the tree on top of to catch any of the dirt. I’m sorry about today… It was uncalled for…”

You couldn’t help but look at him in admiration despite how much you want to be mad at him. You couldn’t help it. You have seen you’re home decorated like this since you moved out of your parents house so many years ago. It felt like you were home again.

“Baby?” Kiyoomi calls to you due to your silence.

You instantly smile at him almost wanting to cry on the spot due to how happy you are. “It was uncalled for but I love it, ‘Omi,” you said to him.

You can see the stress leave his body as he let out a sigh of relief. It made you laugh a little bit seeing how hung over he was over the incident earlier. He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders to put you into a tight hug. “Thank god,” he murmured into your head.

“Don’t get too relieved, my love. You still have your daughter to say sorry too,” you giggle.

“Ah…,” he smiled as he turned around to look at Kami who was still mesmerized by the tree with you still in his arms, “How does it look, princess?”

Kami turned around with her pretty smile — your smile, he thought. “It’s pwetty, Papa!” she said happily as she ran into his arms, “I love it so much!”

“Good,” he kissed her cheek, “Am I still a grinch?”

Kami giggled and shook her head no. “No more Grinch, papa. Pinky promise?” she held out her tiny pinky.

“Pinky promise,” he smiled as he locked his pinky with hers, “Now go get undressed, we’re having a movie night.”

Kami ran out of Kiyoomi’s arms with happiness radiating off of her. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight. You swear your cheeks were going to fall off.

“Hey…,” Kiyoomi whispered to you. You looked up at him with a soft smile silently answering him. “Look up,” he said as he pointed up wit his eyes.

You looked at him in question then up towards the ceiling to see a mistletoe attacked to the doorframe. Your cheeks flushed in red because even after all these years of being with him, you e never kissed Omi under a mistletoe. Kiyoomi smiled softly as he gently cupped your cheeks in his warm palms.

“I love you, Y/n,” he whispered against your lips before pressing a loving kiss on your lips.

You smiled into the kiss and even as he pulled away. “I love you too, Omi,” you said before he leaned his head down to give you another but longer kiss

“YUCK!!!” Kami gagged in the background.

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Overnight Lovin’

Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader

cw: smut, alcohol mention, oral sex(f!receving), dumbification, dirty talk, whipped!Kiyoomi, mutually cumdrunk, PnV sex, creampie. Minors do not interact.

wc: 3.2k

This is not your bedroom.

As much as you’d kill for it to be. Silk cotton stuffed duvet a rich maroon in accordance to equally as soft sheets. Carefully shined mahogany floors checkered in wine colored Persian, a bedroom that’s more fantasy love suite than any commonplace bedroom and fuck if this mattress isn’t like heaven to lay on.

But this isn’t your bedroom.

You point your nose to the oversized shirt flooding a little under your collarbones. It’s just a simple horror tee. Dark colored kanji hovering over an illustration of Jason half obscured by cartoon blood and soft to the cotton touch. It’s big enough to cover a good portion of your thighs that are… not dressed with anything. Huh. Yeah, you are- You feel up your modest covering with a quick pat down of your hands. - Completely naked under this. And honestly a little sore. A certain shift of your hips has your pelvic area throbbing back at you like it’s already tapping out, fingerprint bruises on your thighs that feel tender when you poke them; even your tits are sore - nipples perking under your shirt like they’ve already been prodded and played with. Whoever the hell you went home with last night gave you a run for your money.

Come to think of it, what the hell even happened last night? Last you remember you were twisting your hips against a bar stool while your college buddies raved on ecstasy and coke on the dance floor. — A Shirley temple was enough to start your party high without indulging in any illicit drugs, but you’ve never been much of a drinker. That fizzy cherry vodka already had you buzzing, a few more of those and who knows what’ll happen.

You bite your lip against the grain of new life and newer feelings of lechery. You look too good and too soft not to be bent over a sink somewhere.

“That sweet?” His voice turns your fine hairs into goosebumps. “Looks tasty.”

You gaze up at him with doey eyes so filled with mirth that it makes his palms sweat. “It is.”

You slide your bottom lip through your teeth. Voice as pretty as you are. “You want a sip?”

He’s the smell of Dior and vetiver as he lifts the glass cuplet out of your hands. “Sure.”

You don’t remember who he was or what he looked like but just the memory of his raspy voice turns your sore throbbing into a needy ache. — If the way the sink in his bathroom abruptly stops with a moment of sluggish shuffling, you’re about to find out who exactly it was that rocked your world last night.

You’re already looking up at him when the door opens with a neat click, his muscled limbs stretch his boxers in a way that can only be described as appetizing.

And then you get a good look at his face.

Oh. Holy shit.

There’s… That’s-… How? He looks exactly like he does on his team’s magazine covers. JSM’s top ten lists, Bungeishunjū, and news outlets that brandish his face for a chance at watchability. He’s even more handsome in person. Trademark resting bitch face does little to dilute how painfully attractive he is and if anything the intimidation factor is a bonus. As well as the fame, the money, and of course his position as one of the top most well known athletes in all of Asia.

His name precedes him, the renowned Olympic volleyball player feels even taller than the humble 6’4 his Wikipedia pages cite him as,

He’s Sakusa Kiyoomi.

If it weren’t for the disorienting confusion you may have screamed. This is the guy who fucked you last night within an inch of your life.

Your voice is a little raspy which is expected, but when you open your mouth your jaw is sore. “Ohayō Gozaimasu-“

He clears the floor from the bathroom to the bed in just a few footsteps, you can barely react when he’s grabbing you by the jaw and tilting your head up for a better angle.

And then he’s kissing you.

The kiss is slow and sensual, so sultry that you moan a little in his mouth and he breathes into it with a deep hum. He’s kissing you like he loves you, like he’s crazy about you and like he just can’t get enough. The current of the kiss follows a savory kind of spit swapping that turns your inner thighs misty, and he pulls away with a soft smack that all but leaves a gossamer trail.

His thumb rubs circles on the soft of your cheek. “Ohayō.”

Your heart skips at the little peck he leaves on your lips before finally pulling away.

He runs a large hand through his tousled hair as he moves for a dresser near the vanity. “I ordered us some breakfast that should be here within the hour,”

He pulls out a shirt. “I’d make you some breakfast from scratch but,” Sakusa tugs it over his head. “I figured it’d be cruel to subject you to my cooking this early on.”

You blow a humored breath out of your nose. “I appreciate the sentiment regardless,”

He approaches the bed again and sits himself down across from you, there are love bites on his neck that probably match yours. “I hope you slept well.” He hums. “I slept like a rock because of you, actually.”

Oh god, you don’t even wanna know what kind of raunchy shit you were up to last night.

“I slept like the dead.” You crawl up to him, he’s already opening his arms for you. “Whatever you did put me out like a light.”

You fit in his arms so well it’s almost scary, he wraps his arms around you like he might never let you go. “Uh, Sakusa-san?”

He furrows. “Last name?”

You smile apologetically. “Kiyoomi,” You correct yourself. “I don’t… remember a lot of last night. We came back here from the club, right?”

“You…?” Kiyoomi’s eyebrows shoot up incredulously. “You don’t remember?”

“Not a lot.” You shake your head.

He frowns.

But even still his hand rubs fond lines up and down your back, still holding you just as faithfully, and looking up at you like you’re the best thing since sliced bread. “We marathoned a few drinks and then I had us dropped off at my place. I think… we started in the car, and then in my living room, and then the kitchen, the hallway, my bedroom finally; and then after a few hours we finished each other off in the shower. Around five we kissed until you eventually fell asleep.”

Kiyoomi traces the curves of your lips as he gazes fondly. “Last night was the best night of my life, I think. I don’t know if I’ve ever been with someone who could make me feel so good.” He proclaims. “I hope it’ll all come to you eventually, it was really something special.”

Well with the way he’s been treating you up to this point, it’s not like you’ll have a hard time believing that. Every earnest caress and look of adoration, the way his voice timbres into a loving hum, so smooth it makes you shiver. Hopefully those memories do come back at some point. You’ll never live it down if you actually missed the best night of your life.

You muse it with a little pout at the thought of that, Kiyoomi debates leaning forward and sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. “Hopefully I do remember then. It sounds like we had a lot of fun,”

Your pout drops after a short moment of consideration and you lean in even closer. The soft tip of your nose grazes in feather strokes as you skim it over his and slowly ease your lips down the path way to his, tasting his shuddering breaths as you hover there for a few painful seconds. But he all but melts when you finally meet. A chaste lingering kiss at first, a few sensuous short ones; you do him the courtesy and suck his bottom lip in your mouth instead. — Letting it snap back before you’re starting a trail down his cheek and kissing up until you're nosing under his jaw, using your loving hand to tilt his head up and give you the access that you seek.

He could buy you a ring right now, he wouldn’t even regret it. You don't even remember what you two got up to last night and still you’re caressing him in a way that gives him goosebumps. If you keep this up, he might wind up funding your entire life.

You bring your head up again and pull him into another kiss. Slow and open mouthed, and he damn near purrs when you start pushing your fingers through his hair. “Regardless, you feel amazing.” You whisper against his lips.

God, you might be trying to kill him. “I wouldn’t mind a refresher if you’re up for it.”

He sighs through his nose as he ducks his head to burrow himself into the crevasse over your shoulder, already peppering in searing kisses down your throat. “I was hoping you’d say something like that.”

Kiyoomi sucks in a love bite that makes you whimper so pretty. “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good you can’t take it.”

With the way you’re already making a mess in his lap, you believe him.

—

He’s a good kisser.

Regardless of where his lips end up. He’s a little messy, a little heavy with tongue, slow when it matters and firm when it counts. He’s great with his mouth. Surprising since he’s known for being somewhat of a recluse in the opinion of the public eye. Some call him aloof, others call him cold, the majority call him intimidating, but right now what comes to your mind is giving.

The way he spits on your already messy pussy makes your eyes roll.

You inadvertently hump into his face as the combination of his tongue and fingers set the pit in your stomach ablaze. He’s fucking you with his mouth so thoroughly that the skewlch of your building arousal reverbates throughout the room. You almost feel bad about how much your thighs are all but compressing the sides of his head, but every effort to lighten up on him has him tightening his hold on you to keep him locked against your sloppy cunt.

You hiss through your teeth as your fingers card through his hair. “F-Fuck… Omi…!”

Kiyoomi moans against your clit at the wanton sound of your pitched voice. Airy, and breathy, and intoxicating. He’s grinding himself so desperately into the mattress that he’s sure he’s gone sticky.

The veins in his arms pop as he persistently fucks his fingers into your tight little hole, sloppily sucking your swollen clit as the way you roll your hips into his face drives him crazy. “You’re gonna make me cum…!” You whimper. “Fuck, Kiyoomi!”

That crude mixture of his spit and your cum is starting to form a little puddle under your backside, every bit of you he doesn’t get to swallow he doubles his efforts to drink you up sprucely.

Hearing you teeter over the edge makes him feel like he’s following close behind. Your moans are so astonishingly pretty that it’s turning his brain all fuzzy. “Ffffuck! Oh fuck. Oh my god, baby! Fuck-! I-I’m…I’m cumming…!”

Kiyoomi groans drunkenly into your cunt as it suckles on his fingers, he’s so determined to drink every last drop of your cum that he almost comes off as depraved. Lewdly slurping you up as the way he desperately sucks on your clit makes you whine into the air. Still indulging himself in your mess even as you whimper from overstimulation.

He only pulls away because the way you’re begging for him to fuck you is sending him into a frenzy. “Wan’ it so bad, Omi. Please? Do whatever you want to me. U-Use me up!”

“Yeah?” Kiyoomi hums into your mouth as you suck yourself off of his tongue. “Want me to use you? I’ll fuck you till you cry, you know.”

Your misty eyes make his heart skip, the way the head of his cock catches your entrance feels like stepping into heaven all over again. “Please, baby? Give it to me. ‘Wanna feel you inside!”

He gapes a little as he presses himself in, so overwhelmed that his head falls into your shoulder and it’s an effort for him not to outright cry out at how fucking unreal you feel.

He thinks he might just be falling in love with you. Having a pussy like this may just be a hazard for his mental health, there’s no way he’s letting this slip throughout his fingers. “Oh my god,” Kiyoomi chokes. “O-Oh my fucking god.”

“You feel… unbelievable, angel,” He starts his pace. God, fucking you is actually pushing him to the brink of insanity. “…oh my fucking-… s-so tight! So fucking wet for me, angel… holy shit…- you’re so good to me, baby.”

His breathless praises are sending you alight. He’s so deep in your guts that you’re sure you’d find a bulge if you looked down at where your bodies meet. “So good…! So, so good!”

The way you hold each other is so desperate and devoted that it feels biblical. “I can feel you in my stomach, Omi… So deep…! Y-You’re… too deep!”

Kiyoomi grunts as he pushes himself in to the hilt and holds himself there for a blissful second. Grinding his hips in shallow circles that make you choke on your tongue, but you barely know the half of until he’s lifting up one of your legs.

And then the other, lifting on his knees till he’s hovering over your pretty face, - and then he starts pistoning.

The way your face contorts from a flustered glimmer of welling tears to a blissed out gape that cutens as your tears fall is enough to make his balls feel tight enough to burst. Never mind how fucking amazing this new angle is, watching you lose your mind under him as those pretty tits move to the current of his thrusts is making his brain feel all cloudy. — He’s sure the eye contact he’s keeping is transparent in the fact that he’s turned a little love drunk. Ducking his head to press tempered kisses on your throat, but he can’t help himself from the way his lips skim up to your ear and his mouth moves without him really thinking about it.

It’s a pleasure induced haze, he’s sure. But he can’t be forgiven for the absolute filthy things he’s saying to you.

“You hear that?” He drags in a few particularly forceful thrusts that make you sob so prettily for him. “You’re really soaking me up, huh.”

“Is it that good? You feel me deep in your tummy?” Kiyoomi swivels his hips. “S-Shit. What a pretty fucking noise that just was. Fuck, baby. - Oh, are you crying?”

“Too much?” But even still he presses more of his weight on you until every thrust is hitting you to the hilt. So deep that every other press of his hips forces a yip out of you that makes his face hot. — He’s really starting to think he might be ruined for anyone else at this point.

“You’re g’nna take it for me anyway though, huh? Slutty baby… You’re gonna let me fuck you brain dead? Fuck you till you’re all stupid for me?”

You sound as far gone as he is. “Y- Yes! Yes!”

“Yeah, that’s it, angel. Such a… fuck… good fucking girl for me.”

You must be close to cumming cause you’re really starting to milk him for all he’s worth. Sucking him back in every time he pulls away and every moment he continues to fuck into you you only get tighter.

He’s losing his mind. “Ohhh fuck. Fuck! I swear to god I’m gonna break you. G’nna - shit - gonna fuck you till you’re all mine, yeah? H-Holy shit-“

Kiyoomi groans at the way your fingernails start to dig groves into his back. “Mhm. Mark me up, angel. Wanna see you all over me when we’re done.”

You grab a helping of his hair and hold on to it for dear life, you’re drooling at this point. “Oh my god… oh m’ god, Kiyoomi… I’m- I’m gonna make a mess!”

“Yeah?” Which obviously means he’s reaching down to rub messy circles on your clit. “Gonna make a mess? Wanna soak me in your pretty cum?”

“Give it to me then, baby. I’ll fill you up so good when you do.”

You croon in his ear and it sounds like gospel.

And then you’re soaking the bed with your cum.

Kiyoomi doesn’t let up even as your juices wet down his pelvis and legs. He doesn’t stop his punishing thrusts or the rhythm he’s keeping on your clit, still whispering words of filth and praise in your ear, — and it looks like you’ve completely lost yourself to the pleasure at this point. The way his name is clipping so desperately off your tongue is making his eyes roll into his head. And it’s just a few more moments of fucking into your spasming pussy till he’s following you off the edge.

“Oh god. Oh my god.” He hisses. “Mmmh - Oh fuck, baby. I’m cumming… f-fuck! I’m cumming. I’m cumming.”

Oh god, even after last night there’s still so much of it. So much and so hot. Just the feeling of clenching on his hot cum as he continues to fuck into you is sending you over the edge again. God, the sounds you’re both making. Thank goodness his penthouse is big enough to not worry about disturbing any of his neighbors, reinforced flooring probably snuffing out the sound of your debauched love making. He’s never been the most vocal in bed but you’re making him whine into your ear like a cheap whore. And the sounds you’re making - Fuck, the sounds you’re making, he wouldn’t be surprised if he turned his head and found the decorative plants near his terrace sprouting flowers. It shouldn’t even be possible to sound that fucking good and feel this fucking amazing all at once.

Kiyoomi doesn’t even realize that bed making firm clicks into the wall until he starts to slow up his thrusts. Gradually coming down from his high until his desperate movements become slow and sensuous grinding, still rocking into you even as you settle again in his arms.

He lifts his head to bring you into a lazy kiss, a little sloppy, a little butterfly inducing.

You sigh into his lips. “…Holy shit.”

Kiyoomi pulls away to press a few slow kisses into your jaw. “I think I just might be addicted to you.”

“You’re telling me…” You cross your legs over his back. “Is it too early to suggest we go steady?”

He snorts a little. “As if I’m letting you go anywhere after that.”

Kiyoomi raises his back to gingerly kiss you on the lips, so tender it feels loving. Even as he pulls away he seems ailed by it. He is ailed by it. He can’t even imagine how he’ll fare when he has to get up eventually.

His breath is warm against your lips. The way he speaks to you feels reverent. “You’re stuck with me now.”

You smile. And he goosebumps. “Aren’t I lucky then?”

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