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zeltqz · 1 year

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feel good - sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader sakusa tells you he's never had a blowjob before so you decide to make him feel good. 18+ NSFW CONTENT

“Wait, you’re serious?!”

That reaction was expected; Kiyoomi had already practiced, and rehearsed his explanation in his head countless times as to why he’s never made a girl cum before and always refused blowjobs.

“You’ve never made a girl finish?” You watch as he shrugs his shoulders, mumbling something about it not being a big deal, and leans forward to grab another beer, cracking it open easily and downs it, hoping to get drunk enough to not remember this conversation in the morning.

“Kiyoomi! Don’t just drink your problems away!” He dodges your hand reaching for his beer can, swatting you away casually.

“I’m not doing that.” He takes another swig, and you scoff, moving back to your spot on the couch.

“And you’ve never had a blowjob? Why?”

“It’s not that big of a deal. Just don’t see the appeal of it.”

“Appeal of what? Pleasure? You know it feels good, right?”

He gives you a sidelong glance, finishing up the rest of his drink then tossing the can onto the table. You slide up a little closer, your knee brushing against his thigh. “You don’t wanna feel good, Omi?”

Kiyoomi hates the way you say his name, the way you give it a little kick that runs straight to his cock. He hates the way you look up at him as you ask if he wants to feel good.

“Personal space.” His thigh, built from years of training, muscle firm and thick, knudges against your knee with enough force to push you back, giving him back the pleasant space between you both.

It doesn’t help much, though, as the scent of your perfume and shampoo still lingers.

“ Omi, please. I want to make you feel good. I want your first ever blowjob—”

Sakusa sighs, rubbing an agitated hand across his forehead. “Don’t call it that.”

“That’s what it is!” You flap your arms in the air. “What should I call it instead? Sucky fucky? Mouth to dick resuscitation? Dick in—”

One second you were running your mouth, the next your mouth was occupied with his tongue, licking into you with such fervor. Your eyes squeeze shut when you come to the realisation that this is real, this is happening.

His warm, calloused hands hold a tight grip on your face as you shift forward, reclosing the space between you both. You topple on top of him when he roughly grabs your hips, tugging you on top of him.

“W—wait, wait—” You hold your breath for a second when he parts away from you, watching the line of spit trailing from your mouth to his snap.

“What?” He sounds breathless, irritated, hands tugging at the zipper on your shorts, eager to rip it off your body now that he’s in the mood.

It’s weird seeing him like this. Kiyoomi is a classified neat freak, always smoothening the creases on his shirt, never liking things out of place, angrily wiping the spit off his face when Atsumu sprays it, rather than saying it.

“Why won’t this come off?” You giggle at his impatience, grabbing his wrists and relishing in the confused look on his face as you manevour yourself atop of him.

“ I wanted to make you feel good. Remember?” Your voice sounds sweet, syrupy, beside his ear, slowly trailing your lips down the side of his cheek. “You gonna let me?”

His adam’s apple bobs when he swallows, sucking in a long, winded inhale as his eyes dart over your face, testing his patience, his resilience when you sink your teeth into your bottom lip.

“Hurry up. Before I change my mind.”

You roll your eyes playfully, reaching inside to pull his cock out. It was thick in your hand, long and flushed from base to tip. The sparkle in your eyes at his go-to sends a tingle coursing through him, the shimmy of your hips as you tug his shorts down. “Gonna make you feel so good, Omi.”

“Stop talking.” He exhales at the feeling of your tongue tracing shapes onto the outline of his cock, evident and thick through his boxers. Sakusa watches you with hooded eyes, shoulders tensing when you fist at his cock, dragging your hand up slowly, then back down.

You shift a little closer, resting your thumb on the top of his shaft, cautiously bracing your hands along his thigh, wetting your lips with your tongue.

When your lips were slick with spit, you inch forward, engulfing the tip of his cock into your hot mouth. He groans unexpectedly, not expecting the sudden warmth to surround his cock.

“Oh fuck —” It shouldn’t turn you on this much hearing him so breathless when you haven’t even done anything yet. Mouth full of cock, unable to speak, you hide your retort on your tongue, sliding your tongue languidly down his shaft.

He throws his head back, giving you a delicious view of his throat, saliva pooling in your mouth with the urge to bite at it. After a couple moments of staring at the sweat sliding from his jaw, you tap at his thigh to grab his attention. “Keep your eyes on me, Omi.”

Your words are muffled, and watered down by the amount of saliva in your mouth, pulling away to let it fall onto the tip before sucking it back into your mouth.

He’s struggling to focus on anything but the feeling of your mouth teasing gently at his cock, and internally thanks you for bringing this topic up because damn, he was missing out. He understands now; understands why whenever Atsumu meets a pretty girl with nice lips— his words, not Kiyoomi’s— he’s taking her upstairs for some fun.

The sight of you makes his cock twitch, accompanied by the moan you let out once you feel it. It’s getting messier, his heavy breathing is getting louder. Saliva pooling from your mouth drips down, and he’s catching it using the tip of his thumb, his mind a nest of fog and haze as he tries to focus on the warm suction of your mouth.

“Shit.”

His hips jerk forward and you choke, your tight throat convulsing around his tip, and he would feel bad at how the sound of you choking turned him on more, had him wanting to tangle his fingers in your hair and push you down to slip himself further inside your tight throat. He would feel bad about that, if it wasn’t for your body rising, hips shimmying from side to side as you brace your hands on his hips for leverage, taking his cock deeper in your mouth.

He’s so thick inside you, your jaw aches, and your eyes are pooling with tears, but you’re desperate to hear that noise once more, that choked off moan he let out when he let his guard down.

He watches with focused eyes as the tears gather at the corner of your eyes, watches the way they threaten to fall as you suck a little harder at his cock.

“You’re so fucking pretty.” He can’t help himself, and you freeze when you hear it, giving your jaw a temporary lunch break, flicking your eyes up to him. The sight of him is gorgeous; his lips are parted slightly, broad chest expanding and deflating as he struggles to catch his breath.

The only time you’ve seen him this breathless is after a long day of practice.

You forget where you are and what you’re doing, mouth vibrating around his cock as you try to call him pretty too. He groans, a low sound that sends a tingle straight down to your legs, fighting back the urge to touch yourself.

He watches as you swallow him back down, as you peek up at him through your lashes, as you hold the heated eye contact for a moment before closing your eyes, focusing on pushing him closer to his peak.

He wants to be louder, wants you to let him know how good you feel, how warm your mouth is, but it’s like he’s tongue tied, only making subtle grunts when he slips too far down your throat.

You moan around his cock, back arching in a way that he can see the long slope of your body, hands tingling with the urge to fuck you into the couch.

There’s a ticklish feeling down by his balls and he jerks his eyes away from your body, down to your hands. You tug gently, rolling them between your soft fingertips.

“Fuc—fuck—” He stutters out, hips thrusting forward one time more, burying himself in the heat of your mouth, hot cum spilling out beyond his control.

Your cheeks hollow as you suck the rest of his cum from his tip, humming to lure the rest out. His hands tangle in your hair and he’s pulling you off his cock with a gasp.

Your hands fly to your throat, massaging it from the outside to ease the burn, and he watches, breathlessly panting, as you compose yourself.

“So—” You cough, and he notices how hoarse your voice is. “Feel good?”

He could lie; could keep his ego and watch you frown and attempt to suck him off again because you’re you, and you never back down from a challenge.

When he’s silent, the frown on your lips play anyway, and as you inch forward, he shifts back, until you’re on top of him, caging him in with your arms beside his head.

He meets you halfway when you lean down, capturing your lips together in a heated kiss. He can taste himself on your tongue and despite how disgusting that makes him feel, the twitch of his cock tells a different story. He’s licking into your mouth, eager to drive the taste of him away, now desperate to taste you.

With a push, your back hits the couch gently, and you bite at your lip as he flips the position, caging you in this time. You smile up at him, hands sliding along the length of his arms to tangle behind his neck. “You never answered my question, Omi.”

“Shut up.” Your grin grows, inching upwards to kiss him, your lips brushing his cheek as he looks down to your shorts, unzipping them all the way before sliding them off. You gasp as he tugs you forward, bending down so his lips brush yours. “Lemme make you feel good.”

#—hq </3 #sakusa smut #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi smut #sakusa fic #sakusa imagine #hq smut #haikyuu smut

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kiwanopie · 1 year

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Biggest Fan

boyfriend!kiyoomi part VI! one (1) instance of suggestion tooth rotting fluff. 1.3k

Belatedly, he realizes his request to have you move in with him may have been a little redundant.

You two traded keys within the twelve month mark in your relationship, by a year and a half were you coming back from your respective jobs to find the other somewhere cozied up in your respective flats. Fights didn’t really change much to the routine. Maybe a passive aggressive comment to clean your kitchen when he was too miffed at you to do it himself, a high protein lunch “Not!! made with love >:(!” But nothing could ever come between him and having his arms wrapped around you by nightfall. By year two, you were giving your clients the number to the fax at his place. Since ‘Why buy a new one when I’ve got a perfectly good one (that I just bought) at my apartment?”

Now, at year three - Full home office set up in his quaint little penthouse apartment, tenant parking spot, and a front office that signs his alerts with “To the recipients of…” He can’t really wrap his head around why you’re still paying rent at your old apartment? He knows you visit sometimes but hardly enough to keep paying for it. And even as he pads his socked feet around your modest living room, he finds it mostly bare save for a thrifted coffee table and a suede couch he’s fucked you on way too many times to count.

You push another box to him from the threshold of the hallway, another one that sounds a little glassy when he picks it up. “Seriously, what's in these?”

“Just two more of those, baby.” He hears you wheeze. “Then we’ll drop the keys off at the front desk.”

“Do you need any help?”

“Nu-uh.” You punctuate with a grunt.

Kiyoomi knits his brows at the box but turns his heel for the balcony anyway.

Although, maybe the decision to have you move in just yet was a little asinine. He’s been thinking of buying a house. One with a nice view of the stars and the city lights - right on the cusp of the rural area but not a full on road trip to the city; with a big lawn and grassy hedges, white picket fence, open windows, and a mailbox with your names on it.

Or name.

Kiyoomi almost drops the box when those October winds start to nip through his jacket. The falling sky promises something much colder as he tips his reddened nose to the clouds, and watches as they darken with rumbling rain.

It doesn’t take him but a few long strides to get back to the second level where you are, strenuously pushing the next much bigger box into the living room.

“Do you have a coat? It’s gonna start to rain soon.”

You sigh a little tiredly to yourself. “I’m already pretty heated up from all this moving, a little rain won’t hurt.”

“No, you’ll get sick.” Kiyoomi parries. “I’ll put you in my jacket then. I can just run to the car.”

“Nu-uh. I don’t want you to over exert yourself, Omi. You’ve got a game coming up, remember? If anyone shouldn’t be getting sick it’s you.”

You follow his movements as he bends for one of the boxes, avoiding the second much lighter one as you nudge it in his view. “Besides, I doubt it’ll start raining before we can drive back to Tokyo. Forecast says the storm will just miss us.”

Kiyoomi shorts you a glance that’s mostly concerned with the loaded box in front of him. “I- Angel, I still don’t want you to get sick. I can handle a little overwork. You, I very much doubt.”

“Ok, wow. What’s that supposed to- Oh wait, baby that one’s really heavy-“

He lifts it up like it’s nothing.

“Oh…” You gawp. “Right. Pro-athlete.”

Kiyoomi scoffs in favor of letting your astonished gape boost his ego. Though his eyes do catch on the little sliver of polished oak peeking through the box in his hands.

He tilts his head. “What’s this?”

- You break out in a full sweat.

“Uh- W-Wait, wait, baby don’t-“

He’s already swerving to the side to dodge you. Long muscled limbs suddenly too lithe to catch as he turns his shoulder to duck your attempts to stop him, and missing the way you moue at the realization that Christ, you forgot this guy was still somebody’s little brother.

Which means beside his usual indifferent candor, he evades your efforts to stop him from peaking inside with the kind of goading of someone used to slinking away with something he shouldn’t have. Even as you whine he half taunts at the way you try to get a hold of him. “What? What is-“

Kiyoomi nudges open the seal a little more. “Are these posters?”

“Omi-“

“Are these my posters?”

“Stop-“

“Have you been-“ He almost wants to laugh. You’re jumping. “Have you been collecting my posters? All this time?”

“Can you just-“

“Oh, you framed them too.”

“S-Stop it!”

Kiyoomi actually does laugh this time. Like, he actually laughs. And you know it’s supposed to be mean but it flutters out with such genuine mirth that it gives you butterflies. It makes you feel hot to the apples of your cheeks and punches you in the gut with the kind of love struck ardor that should’ve worn off over three years ago - but hasn’t. ~ He cards his eyes through the box. You watch him. But instead of horror or disgust, or worse the realization that his girlfriend might be a little lamer than he originally thought;

It’s pride. Honest to god delight that raises his lips over his teeth and turns his cheeks a little chubby. Zeal, and glee, and that kind of love struck ardor that should’ve worn off over three years ago -

But hasn’t. “Why have you been hiding these? We could’ve kept these next to all your stuff I keep.”

“All my…?”

“Your diploma, your board certificate, your license,” Kiyoomi absently taps his fingers against the box. Which as he does you all but stiffen at the realization. You figured he encouraged you to make copies because it was safer having a backup, and when you found them framed in his hallway later on you thought nothing of it. I mean, he has a lot of frames in his hallway. Family pictures, the Photo Booth reel from your first date, some miscellaneous pictures of his two siblings,

Your graduation picture, your first anniversary photo, the picture he made you take before your first day as a therapist-

Oh.

Kiyoomi gestures you forward as he starts the motion of walking to his car. “With the way you iced me out before we started dating I was worried you didn’t even like volleyball.”

“Of course I like volleyball?” If the little fan trinkets in the box you’re carrying should mean anything. “I’ve been to like all of your games?”

“Yeah, I know that now,”

He makes the motion of shimming his jacket down his shoulders as he carefully sits the box where the others are, easily lifting the final one out of your grasp as he passes it over; and the way his biceps pop out of his t-shirt makes you shudder when he lifts his arms to close the trunk.

His jacket is warm, it smells just like him. “But you were sure playing coy when we first got together.”

- You, again, break into a sweat.

The way your nose crinkles up in embarrassment is honestly enough to have him suppressing a smirk when he turns to you again. Albeit poorly. Seriously, this guy seems intent on teasing you into the mud today.

“Well!” You stammer. “Because-“

“Well, because!” Kiyoomi kisses you on the forehead as you gasp at the way he openly mocks you. “Shut up. You’re so cute it’s stupid.”

He pinches your cheeks when you rightfully pout at him. “And fix your face. It’ll get stuck like that.”

“When did you become such a bully?!”

“Somewhere between “Can you be my girlfriend?” and “I love you too.””

He titters a little as you grumble your way into the car.

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thelittlewriter · 1 year

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Late Birthday

Pairing : Sakusa x Reader

Scenario : You come home late from work, without knowing that it was your birthday.

You were tired when you arrived home. It was past midnight. A part of you knew that it wasn’t common for someone to get off work after midnight. You didn’t have a choice, you had a deadline to meet. You hadn’t seen your boyfriend for more than a week. You missed him, but it was always too early when you woke up and too late when got off work.

You missed him, especially today. It seemed like the weekend wasn’t close enough, and it seemed like you wouldn’t be able to see him next weekend either.

You scoffed as you open the door of your apartment. It’s not like you could quit your job to be with your boyfriend. He was busy as well. He was probably asleep because he had to go train early. You turned the light on and just dropped your bag in front of the front door.

“I’ll put it away in the morning,” you said as if someone was watching and judging you.

But you were tired. You walked toward the kitchen to drink a glass of water before getting ready to go to bed. You opened the door and turn the light on. You jumped when you saw a body, sitting at the kitchen table. You recognized his clothes.

“Omi ?” you called your boyfriend.

He raised his head, and his eyes met yours. He was still half asleep, but still, he sat up and walked toward you. Had he been waiting for you in the kitchen this whole time ?

He took you in his arms.

“Happy birthday.”

You looked up at him. You were a bit confused. He had a small laugh.

“Yesterday was your birthday. It’s past midnight already.”

He held you tighter. You looked behind him and saw the cake on the kitchen table.

“I wanted to celebrate your birthday with you, but I guess you were with your friends. Still, it’s a shame I couldn’t wish you a happy birthday on your birthday.”

You closed your eyes. He probably stayed awake late at night just for this and wanted it to be a surprise. But you didn’t make it in time. Worse, you didn’t even notice it was your birthday.

“I’m sorry, I was at work.”

He stepped back a little.

“Work ?”

You nodded.

“Working this late isn’t good.”

He had a serious look on his face. You smiled and kissed him. When you looked at him again, he was pouting. He was clearly avoiding looking at you.

“I liked the idea of you being with your friends better.”

You laughed.

“You don’t have to be jealous. The truth is... I didn’t know it was my birthday.”

He took you by the hand and led you to the cake.

“Did you call ?” you asked. “I turned my phone off in the morning.”

“I didn’t. It was supposed to be a surprise.”

A surprise.

In your apartment.

You gasped. He got inside your apartment while you weren’t there for the first time since you gave him the key. He got inside your apartment during a period when you were busy.

“My apartment is so messy !” you suddenly screamed.

You were ready to run to your bedroom to tidy up a little but Sakusa caught you right before you left.

“I cleaned. You shouldn’t have to do that on your birthday and it wasn’t really messy to begin with.”

You smiled at him.

“It’s ok if you wanna go to sleep now. We can eat the cake tomorrow.”

You nodded. You were about to fall asleep right into his arms. You slowly got ready for bed, already half asleep. You could see your boyfriend keeping an eye on you from a distance.

“Do you have to wake up early tomorrow ?”

You sighed just thinking about it. The day after, on a Saturday, you were supposed to go to the office to finalize the project during a small meeting. A part of you hated the idea of waking up early again. What you hated more was that you wouldn’t spend as much time with your boyfriend.

When you finished getting ready to get to sleep, he was already in your bedroom.

“You know,” he said as you entered the room. “I always wondered where some of my clothes went. But they were all here.”

You laughed. You loved being home wearing his clothes. It felt as if he was hugging you all day. But you were fine wearing your own clothes tonight. After all, you had the real deal right here. You got into the bed and lay down.

“I’m sorry I was late today.”

“It’s fine, you were at work.”

You took his hand. It felt soft and intimate, in the dark.

“But you planned something.”

You have no idea, he thought.

He wanted to take you to a nice restaurant before eating the cake. He hadn’t planned anything big, as it was the first time you would celebrate your birthday since you started dating, and he knew you would most likely be tired. But it was alright. Just seeing you and being with you was enough.

“Just a cake,” he lied. “We can always celebrate it tomorrow when you get back.”

You didn’t answer. He heard your small breathing. You were already asleep.

“Happy birthday, Y/N.”

Hey ! I hope you liked it and that you had a good day ! I just wrote this randomly, there's no real story behind it but still, I hope it was good enough...

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oomisluvr · 2 years

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sakusa takes care of a sick!reader <3

synopsis: granted, it is a bit gross. the sniffling. the sweating. god, the coughing. but he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy this. just a little.

warnings: none, just some light swearing!

KIYOOMI should not be enjoying this as much as he should.

a steady hand brings another spoonful of soup to his lips, blowing on the contents to cool them off.

"this is humiliating," you groan, opening your mouth as sakusa feeds you now-tepid broth, complete with airplane noises and silly voices, "you don't have to feed me."

watching closely, he smiles softly as you thoughtfully chew and swallow, your sore throat bobbing with the motion. he likes taking care of you. maybe a bit too much, if he's being honest.

"of course i do," he quips, already preparing another spoonful, "i'm your partner. it's my job to take care of you."

"no, no more!" you whine, shaking your head, "i don't want to eat anymore. i'm full."

he frowns. you barely ate today. "give me five more bites of soup and finish the rest of your toast."

you sniffle and nod, opening your mouth to welcome the next spoonful of soup, "did you make this yourself?" you ask, congestion muffling your words. kiyoomi thinks it's the cutest thing he's ever heard.

"yeah, i got the recipe from my mother." a small droplet of soup dribbles out of the corner of your lip, but kiyoomi is quick to act, dabbing away the liquid before it reaches your clothes, "she sends her regards, by the way."

"i love that woman." you babble, "i'm surprised you're not freaked out by all this."

"by what? feeding you?"

"no, like," you open your mouth for another spoonful of soup. sakusa rushes to oblige you, happy that you requested more, "all the germs and stuff. earlier i sneezed and a booger shot across the room. a full 10 feet, at least."

"well when you put it like that, it sounds pretty fucking gross." he frowns.

"i thought it was cool."

"you think everything is cool." he sighs, "especially dumb shit like snot rockets." you giggle at the words 'snot rocket' coming out of his mouth.

"but, no, i'm not freaked out." he adds, setting the chipped bowl to the side when you turn your nose up at the next spoonful, "i think i was at first, but we live together," he shrugs, "i can't really protect myself unless i lock you inside the closet for the next two weeks, and that's not an option. if i get sick, i get sick. i've accepted my fate."

"you could go stay with one of your teammates in the mean time, if you're really bothered by it." you note seriously. you know he's trying to act cool in front of you, but you know how big of a sacrifice this is .

"i'd rather catch the plague." his ears perk up at the sound of your laugh, "besides, if i get sick, you get to take care of me." he grins, "won't that be fun?"

"i might lock you in the closet, actually." he scoffs.

"i'm going to wash your dishes," he pokes your cheek. you make an effort to bite the offensive finger but he moves away too quickly, smiling at his victory, "and when i come back you better be nice again."

you stick your tongue out at him. he returns the gesture.

distantly, you hear him humming to himself over the sound of the the rushing sink water, and something in your brain decides it's the perfect white noise to usher you into a light nap. you hadn't realized you feel asleep until you feel the cough dip, rousing you gently.

"how do you feel, love?" he asks, pressing the back of his hand against your forehead and cheeks.

"sleepy," you mumble, "sleepy and cold."

"don't fall asleep yet," he lightly chastises, "you have to take your medicine now."

"noooo," you cry out, "that shit tastes like shit."

he cracks a smile, "i'm pretty sure it's grape flavored, actually."

you glare at him, "i won't take it."

"it'll make you feel better, though."

you shake your head, "not worth it. i would rather die."

"please, baby? for me?" he gives a dramatic show of puppy-dog eyes and a pout, making every effort to coax you into taking your medicine.

you don't cave, placing your palm over your mouth to emphasize your unwillingness.

"if you don't take your medicine, then you don't love me." he deadpans.

"that's literally gaslighting." you call him out, "you're gaslighting me."

"is it?" he questions, "i don't think you know what actual gaslighting is."

"stop!" you laugh, "that's even more gaslighting."

he smiles handsomely, happy that he was able to shake some giggles from your sore throat, "how about this: what's it going to take for you to take your medicine? anything goes."

"you'd do anything?"

he nods firmly, "whatever it takes."

"alright," his determination makes you flush, "take a nap with me."

it's such a simple request, but if you read in between the lines it sounds more like a declaration of love. kiyoomi's always been slack-jawed at the fact that you actually like him. not despite his flaws, but because of them. your love is all-encompassing, and you've adopted his strange habits into your life and accommodated for them as if they were your own. you never ask him for much, you never push too hard. you deserve the world, and kiyoomi will be damned if he isn't the one to give it to you.

he supposes a nap isn't entirely out of the question.

"i can do that," he responds cooly, "i'll get the cough syrup."

it takes 20 more minutes of bickering before you swallow the spoonful of purple syrup, and another 5 minutes of expressing your distaste following the whole ordeal.

taking the heavy comforters usually saved for the winter months from the closet, he settles himself beneath you as the two of you lie down for an afternoon nap.

you've got an army of pillows and blankets around you, an array of fabrics piled up to your chin. despite the countless layers, you're shivering. oh well, he figures, just another excuse to pull you closer.

guess what!!!!!!!!!! more domestic sakusa!!!!!!!! r u noticing a pattern!!!!!

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kiyoowomi · 1 year

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[7:17 pm]

“hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!” you say as he slowly takes careful steps towards you, eyes focused on the hot paper bowl of noodles still steaming from the hot water.

“i’m here, i’m here, i’m here!” he mocks teasingly, voice pitched higher than normal in an effort to exaggerate your own. you stick your tongue out at him and he grins in triumph as you clear the table in front of you.

discarded wraps of ume and mentaiko onigiris you had eaten earlier were still strewn about, and you hurriedly tossed them in the trash next to you. kiyoomi sets down the ramen on a clean part of the table and pulls out wet tissues, opening the tab and handing it to you. you both wordlessly begin to wipe down the surface, hands moving in perfect clockwork.

kiyoomi thinks it’s funny how even in an empty 7-11 convenience store, at the dead of night, the two of you still carry out the same routine. like it’s set in stone, like it’s part of your lives, like it’s embedded in your hearts.

he watches you toss the dirtied tissues in the bin and squeeze sanitizer on your palms, clapping it twice before you hand one of the wrapped chopsticks to him. when he doesn’t take it immediately, your eyes shift to where he is sitting on your right.

“what?” you ask, right eyebrow raised.

he’s looking into your eyes directly now, dark irises seemingly stripping you of any secret you’ve kept your whole life.

what you don’t know is that he’s thinking of how thankful he is of how his whole life led up to this.

you squirm under his piercing gaze and when your face turns into a confused grimace, he plucks the chopsticks and rips the paper wrapping open. kiyoomi takes a moment to brace himself, then breaks the chopsticks apart (perfectly, of course) and hands it to you, retrieving the other one from the table for himself.

“are you going to tell me what happened just then? it seems like you’ve got a lot on your mind.” you remark while stirring the noodles. he shakes his head. “it’s a secret.”

“come on, i tell you everything and you keep secrets from me?”

“i would trade you one secret if you give me some of those chocolate cookies you stashed away in the back of the cabinet so you can have it all to yourself. tsk, tsk. it was the good kind, too.” he jokes, feigning disappointment and sadness.

you give him a side eye before picking a big clump of noodles with your chopsticks, forgetting for a millisecond that they are, indeed, still boiling hot. you yelp and he whips his head while letting go of his own chopsticks, immediately taking your own in his hands as he blows on your lips and scalded tongue.

small beads of tears form in the corner of your eyes as you try to recover from the burn, but even with a hazy view blocked by liquids and the harsh lights in the store, kiyoomi’s face is clearer than ever.

you recall how long it took for the both of you to warm up to each other when you were both introduced by a mutual friend.

you also recall how quick he contacted you, exactly a day after, admitting that he had fun and would like to hang out with you again (against his built up pride of the stoic man that he presents himself as is—or was, now that you know him really well).

and now he’s sitting in front of you, legs beside both of your thighs encasing you, blowing on your tongue you foolishly burnt because you were thinking about what he’s thinking. you let out a cackle and kiyoomi stops blowing.

“what are you thinking about? what was that?”

you stare at him before smirking. “it’s a secret.” you whisper, mimicking him earlier. he stares at you for a really long time before attacking your face with pecks of kisses.

you don’t try to stop him and instead let out some giggles. in the beginning, he’ll only ever do this when there’s no one around. now, he’s gotten bolder with his constant showering of affection. you decide to savor the moment and let him have it.

he stops and looks into your eyes again, face still in his hands. “you. are. a. menace.” he says, pecking your lips with every word. he lets go of you and turns back to his own noodles, slurping some of them once they cooled down to a better temperature. you focus on your own too, and both of you eat in silence.

with his mouth full of noodles, kiyoomi stares at you lovingly. you are aware of it, but you stare straight ahead and focus on the cars outside on the highway to distract yourself from getting shy.

kiyoomi suddenly hugs you. he rests his head on your left shoulder, joining you in your car-watching while simultaneously looking up and admiring your features. you keep your face straight and try your best to keep it rigid. you’re getting red from all the staring anyway. this is your last defense from getting embarrassed. you expect him to go back to his noodles.

contrary to your expectations, however, he leans in.

your heart begins to race.

he leans in really, really close to your ears.

you swear you’re getting palpitations.

“i love you. thank you for being in my life,” he whispers before kissing you sweetly on the left cheek.

your heart feels like it’s going to burst.

you slowly turn your blushing face at him, and you melt when you see him as red as a tomato. the same as you are right now. you’re at a loss for words, so you opted to kiss him. deeply this time. you put your hands around his neck and continue kissing until you break apart while catching your breath.

it takes you a few minutes to reply back.

“you taste spicy.”

“you taste spicy too.”

you both laugh heartily. his right dimple comes out, and so does the one on your left. you go back to watching the cars, putting your left arm around his shoulder as he leans in to you.

“do you think i should get a car?” you ask.

“you can ride in mine. but it’s up to you.” he replies.

you’re getting sleepy. he is too. you mull the thought over.

“nah. i think i’ll hitch a ride in your car forever.” you finally say. kiyoomi happily hums in reply. ‘the passenger seat is only for you and no one else, anyway,’ he thinks.

both of you don’t say it, but the both of you like this. five years down the line, the two of you still carry out the same routine. like it’s set in stone, like it’s part of your lives, like it’s embedded in your hearts.

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i am the convenience store employee watching these two idiots being in love and gushing over how adorable they are ….. haha …ha…. sucks to be single ……. i guess….. 🫠

stamped and mailed with love,

joo 🌸

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priceless

rich!sakusa kiyoomi x f!reader

sakusa kiyoomi, one of the wealthiest man, and his most prized possession.

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a/n: no proofreading. i finishing writing this at 5:54am and i'm exhausted so i'm pretty sure it's quite messy but i hope you enjoy this!

sakusa kiyoomi isn't the kind of person to flaunt his wealth but from the way he dresses himself, and the way he does things, even the smallest thing like walking, you know that man is wealthy.

he isn't much of a spender when it comes to himself. he has, however, indulged in spending millions on a nice penthouse right in the middle of the bustling nyc. he owns one fancy matte black lamborghini but that's about how far he would go to spending on himself. maybe a few nice suits here and there for formal parties that his parents basically dragged him to, and galas to raise funds for charities, you won't see sakusa spending a lot.

unless it comes to you.

how you both met still astounds him (and you) till this day. you remember working at a small local cafe near your university to make some extra cash as allowance as you didn't want to burden your parents more financially, not after they paid for your degree fully with their hard earned money.

it's not like your family was poor. in fact, your parents make a decent amount of money to feed all the children in the house, having plenty of extra money laying around. but being the oldest, you've grown to be more independent than the rest of your siblings, lessening the burden on your parents whenever you can.

it was just a normal day at the cafe. as you wipe down the round wooden table and clearing all the cups that was left by the people that were just sitting here, you heard the bell ringing, signaling that a customer had just walked in.

"hi, welcome to cafe du monde," you greeted the tall man.

he must have been at least 6'2, you thought to yourself, as a shadow casted in front of you when he walked towards the counter.

you quickly took the basket with all the dirty cups behind the counter, washed your hands with soap and drying it with the paper towel nearby before making your way to the counter to take his order.

"one cafe au lait and a butter croissant please," his voice ringed in your ears.

you keyed in his order into the POS system.

"that would be $7. how would you like to pay?"

"by credit card," he chimed monotonously, handing you a centurion american express card.

you swiped his card and you handed him his card and a receipt.

"take a seat. i will bring your order over to you once it's ready!" you said, in your best "customer service" voice.

he nodded and walked to the furthest and quietest corner of the cafe.

you watched amusingly as this tall figure made his way to his seat, mentally slapping yourself for gawking at him like his your next meal before preparing his order.

you handed his coffee and pastry and he returned a quiet thank you, before going back to whatever he was doing on his phone.

little did you know, he was texting his cousin, komori, about this petite waitress (an exaggeration because has he seen how he towers over basically everything) that just served him and how he was internally freaking out, and how his heart skipped a beat when you accidentally brushed your finger against him when you pass him back his card.

and your smile.

what was this feeling? he thought.

sakusa was not only good-looking, he was so filthy rich that he had girls swarming him at every event he's been to. we're talking about girls that were so pretty that they could be runway models. so why did a regular waitress at a small local cafe managed to make him feel this way?

he was so lost in his thoughts that he lost track of time, not noticing how late it was. he finish the last sip of his coffee and made his way out, not forgetting to slip his number to you over the counter with a cheesy "hi, i think you're really pretty."

you ended your shift shortly after and decided to text him. i mean, a handsome man that seemed like he was molded by god himself gave you his number. it's as if you have just sturck the lottery, you thought.

"hey stranger"

sent.

you facepalmed yourself and cringed at the message that you just sent to him.

"hey you" your phone chimed a few seconds after.

that was the start of many conversations you both shared.

life works in a very funny way because 5 years later, the both of you were celebrating your 4th year anniversary.

remember how sakusa doesn't flaunt his wealth or even spend too much on himself?

throughout your entire relationship with him, you can count the amount of times you actually paid for things with just both your hands.

the number of times where he sneaks your wallet out of your already packed bag and place it somewhere high at the shared apartment (more like his apartment) so that he could pay for you because "you can't seemed to find your wallet anywhere"

the number of times where he basically dragged you into balenciaga and prada because "he wanted to check out some new collections" only for him to pick things out specifically and specifically for you.

the number of times where you tried to sneakily pay for the meal while he's in the washroom freshening himself up, only to find out that the bill has already been paid for.

his deceiving stoic look as you know how much of a softie he is when it comes to you.

he treats you with so much care, throwing some banters here and there as he teases you about how you should just be his personal housewife and go shopping with the sub-card that he gave you 1 year into your relationship and let him be the one working. you always laugh at his comment, saying how you can't just throw away your degree just so he can have an excuse to spend more money on you.

you can't say that you hate that he's pampering you this way, because you knew his love language was gift giving. it's just that you want to be able to pamper him too with your hard earned money (which you do, whenever you can).

"happy 4th year anniversary, baby" he coos, as he cut another piece of A5 miyazaki wagyu steak in a restaurant that he fully booked so that the both of you can enjoy your evening together.

"happy 4th anniversary, omi" you smiled.

sakusa kiyoomi doesn't flaunt his wealth but you were his prized possession.

and he would trade anything to be with you over and over again.

and he would do anything to be able to flaunt you to the whole world

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shioririn · 5 months

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The Distance Between Us | Sakusa Kiyoomi

Sakusa Kiyoomi is a realist.

Not only does he dislike wasting his time on idle thoughts and worries that are mere inconveniences, but he also preferred dealing with the problems when they surface. And with the current predicament that he’d left untreated for far too long, it’s finally time for him to have is dealt with once and for all - or at least until he manages to screw himself over once again.

The empty space that separates the both of you couldn’t have stretched any longer, nor could it feel any colder than it already is, but seeing the distressed expression on your face only served as the final nail in the coffin that he’d built for himself. If he had known that this would happen, he wouldn’t have stood watching as you ran off, not even attempting to call or check up on you when you needed him the most.

It truly is cowardly of him.

In the months that you’d known each other, you both acknowledges the flaws that each of you carry, but being the prideful people that you are, refused to admit to it until the damage has been done. While Kiyoomi is the one that refuses to allow anyone into his physical bubble, you, in turn, is the one that struggles to show emotional vulnerability, even if you needed to. This alone had caused a lot of friction between the both of you, yet you had left it untreated simply because neither of you had the courage to cross the line that separates you the most.

While some people would argue that distance would only make the heart grow fonder, Sakusa Kiyoomi wholeheartedly disagrees.

How could he agree when it was the same distance that now drove a wedge between the both of you, with the indefinite promise of reunion floating in the wind idly?

And when he’d signed the contract with MSBY Black Jackals without much hesitation, the distance only grew even larger as Kiyoomi packed his belongings and hopped on the first flight out to Osaka, leaving what little pieces pieces of his heart in his empty apartment behind. He reminded himself that it was better if he gave you the space you desired - it was not - and that you’d be fine because you’ll always be fine - you were not - so he left.

In hindsight, it was a terrible decision.

To leave you when you needed him, not signing with the Jackals, he repeated.

Komori calls him every Saturday morning to remind him, after all.

The way he ended things with you was less than pleasant, but he was also only seventeen and ignorant. Ignorant of feelings, and disregarding of yours.

You had always tried to communicate through light touches - he misses them - be it linking your pinkie finger with his when they brush past each other as he walks you home after practice, or the way he could feel you smile through the fabric of his shirt when he doesn’t recoil immediately when you hug him, and he wonders if you ever understood him through his eyes. He used to think that you did, but perhaps he was arrogant for assuming such, as the flinch you’d given him when those words left his lips were so foreign, and filled with even more hurt.

Perhaps there had always been a distance that neither of you could see.

He was only ten steps away from you when he met you again for the first time in five years, less, if he were to take larger strides. But unlike the last time he saw you, he harbored no nervousness; because unlike last time, you no longer looked at him like he was a stranger.

Five steps.

He could almost hear the sound of his own heartbeat thundering against his chest, and he swore that if he were to attempt to speak, his heart would jump itself out of his body, so he didn’t speak.

Four steps.

You held your gaze with his, unwavering, and wonders if his eyes have always held so many emotions at the same time. They seem to jump from uncertainty to hesitation, but you eventually found the one emotion that you’d been searching for since middle school, so you smiled, satisfied.

Three steps.

His palms felt sweaty, but he welcomes it, his finger twitching as if searching for the familiar warmth he’d grown accustomed to.

Two steps.

You resisted the urge to take the last step yourself, so you kept your feet planted where they are, although it didn’t stop you from turning the ring that sat on the ring finger of your left hand, a comforting gesture that you weren’t sure you’ll ever be able to shake off.

One step.

He reached out to cup your face with his hands delicately, as if afraid that you’d suddenly vanish right in front of his eyes, but you remained as you are, and he lets out an involuntary sigh of relief, one that you laughed airily at.

“Welcome home, Kiyoomi.”

Maybe what we’d perceived to be distant never really is, and all we needed was a little bit of courage to close the distance between us.

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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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chapter 4

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WARNING: please note this chapter talks alot about anxiety, and panic attacks happen, also TW for those with emetophobia

Don't cry. Don't cry, you told yourself over and over again. You feel like a hormonal teenager again. Not being able to stop your emotions, and this is all from one look. One look that you can't even guarantee was actually directed at you. If your mind wasn't so quick to choose flight maybe you could have actually been able to tell what was happening. Walking out of the actual court and through the double doors on the side you felt your body temperature heat up, and started to feel dizzy. Trying to calm your breath you took deep breaths through your nose and out of your mouth. That's when you really felt it. You had hit the wall trying to at least make it to a secluded area. Are you dying? 'i can't feel anything' you had thought, but you powered through it and finally made it to a bench in between the women's and men's bathrooms. Your little saying of 'don't cry' turned into 'don't puke' as you sat down and your breathing started picking up. Gasping for air, tears started to fall down your eyes for so many things. One at the left and then one from the right. Your whole body tingles, and your ears feel like you just got plunged underwater. 'don't puke'. Your dizzy head fell back into the cool wall. You couldn't control it. It needed something to lean on before you passed out. God that would be so embarrassing to puke right now. You wouldn't even make it to the bathroom, and then everyone would come out and see this grown woman with puke all over her. Isamu definitely doesn't need that. You already messed up several times in his life. The last thing he needs is his mother to have puke covering her in front of his idols. Let alone your old friends. Ex-boyfriend at that. After a few moments you started to gain consciousness again and were able to bring your head up to rest them on your palms. Your elbows were digging into your thighs to hold your head up. In that moment you swore you heard heavy steps coming from your left, but you didn't have the energy to look up. Only a few moments later there were lighter steps from the right. They paused for a moment, and then they got closer to you.

Whoever it was sat down next to you. It wasn't Isamu. His steps are very quiet like a mouse. Moving your hand just a little but from your right eye you could see black athletic shorts with a golden 15 on the corner. Sakusa. Why is he here? You took a deep breath and wiped your hand on your pants. If he could tell you were crying he sure didn't show it. He sat there looking straight ahead, and only occasionally glancing your way.

"shouldn't you be on the court," you asked quietly. He looked slightly surprised at your comment and finally looked at you completely.

"yes and no. I saw you leave. You looked panicked," He was looking directly into your eyes as he said that. He had boba eyes too. Damn these men. His dark brown eyes watched your every move. Like he was worried you would crack if he did something wrong. "i- you don't have to tell me anything. I just- I remember that someone told me you had bad anxiety. I'm like that too. It seemed like one of those situations," He said slowly.

You scoffed a little at his sentence. It was sweet, but you couldn't help but get stuck on that someone. "You can say Ushijima, his name isn't cursed," you said, still not really looking at him. You had been watching the water fountains like they were the most entertaining things in the world.

"yeah… Ushijima told me. We talked about you a lot," still do, he wanted to say, but now wasn't the right time. "May I ask something?" the curly haired man asked. Finally turned over to him he still seemed cautious. His hair is a lot shorter than you remember, but still just as curly. He grew into himself well. You nodded your head signaling him to continue. "Did you have a panic attack just now?"

You nodded your head again. Feeling the lump in your throat start to build up again, and your eyes begin to water. "let it out. It's not good to hold it in," the deep voice next to you said. With that the dam broke, and you started crying harder. The tall man had put his arm around you and gently moved you so you were leaning on his shoulder. "Can you name three things you hear for me?" He had asked. He was so close to your ear right now, and so quiet.

Sniffling a bit you tried to speak out the things you heard, "i- i can hear the whistles from the gym," you could feel his head nod gently as it rested on yours.

"keep taking deep breaths,"

Gasping once more for air you continued, "I hear shoes squeaking…god they get on my nerves," you could feel the soft rumble in his chest as he laughed lightly at your statement. The tears still not stopping you took another deep inhale to try and force the words out. "i hear your heart beat,"

"good, now can you name me three things you smell?" He asked this time a little louder, but still just enough so only you could hear.

"I smell you, smells good," you tried to get out. You expected him to smell like sweat but he doesn't. At that his heart starts to beat a little bit faster, but you didn't notice in your moment of panic. "I can smell the fried food and I can smell volleyballs," you said. Your breathing finally started to calm down and you were able to say full sentences without gasping.

"Okay, now move three parts of your body," At that you moved your arm a bit, and wiggled your toes and fingers. Your breathing had finally regulated and you felt your heartbeat begin to slow. "Think about how happy Isamu is going to be on his special day," Your head perked up at his statement.

Forgetting everything that just happened you looked directly into the spikers eyes and asked "how do you know that?" Your eyes were wide waiting for his response.

"he told me," the ravenette responded nonchalantly. You exhaled the breath you didn't know you were even holding in at that. " And I like to keep tabs on you," He said with a small shrug of his shoulders. He began to sit up ready to walk back to the gym.

"wait!" you said, brows scrunching in the process. All the former Itachiyama student did was give you a small smirk and continue to walk back to the gym. You really don't have time for this. Walking into the bathroom you patted some cold water on your face and walked back to the gym when you noticed you finally didn't look like you were crying.

Coming back to your spot Isamu looked at you and asked, "what the hell took you so long," He looked genuinely worried. Sad he couldn't watch the beginning of the game with his mom.

"I was shitting. Can't a girl shit in peace," at that the little boy's smile was back on his face, and he turned back to the game. Not before grabbing your hand and lacing your fingers together. How did you get so lucky? Sakusa had walked back onto the court and sent a small wink your way. What is he upto.

Across the court a familiar ace huffed a bit at seeing the man who he thought was his closest friend in Japan right now leaving his ex-girlfriend a blushing mess. Hopefully he just didn't see it right.

Throughout the game both men were making silly mistakes. Missing the ball when it was their turn to spike. Going as far as accidentally walking into the net. If it wasn't for the large crowd and all the merch you'd think the two were still in highschool.

"omi-omi what the hell is going on," Atsumu yelled across the court. Kiyoomi walked over just to hit Miya across the back of the head. Luckily fan's erupted in cheers at the two's antics. Your son being one of them, explaining that that's just their relationship. On the other side everyone could see the side eye's Kageyama and Romero were directing towards Ushijima. However the olive haired man's eyes never once left Sakusa's form. Every glance Sakusa sent your way was engraved into his mind.

Once the game had ended you and your son went down the steps onto the court for the fansign. People brought out tables for the team members to sit at. One side for the Adlers and one side for MSBY. Of course your son dragged you over to the MSBY side as soon as he could. "Sakusa was so off his game today. Of course the one I went to they benched him for half the game," Your son said in a defeated tone. Maybe he just had a lot on his mind, you said in response. Knowing damn well what was on his mind, at least what you think was. Your son had run to the front before anyone could line up before him. Watching from afar you saw him get his jersey signed by each member. Atsumu walked over to Sakusa so that he could talk a little bit more with you son. You had interacted much with Atsumu in high school, but he seems just as friendly as he was then. At the end of the line Bokuto had given your son a hug. As Isa skipped over to you, you couldn't help but see Sakusa watching you as he spoke to another fan. Clearly not interested in whatever they were saying. Looking back down you saw your son giggling and jumping around after getting to meet each player. "Let's go see the adlers," Before you could even respond he gripped your hand, and began dragging you over to the last place you wanted to go, and of course the last person you wanted to see was the first in line. "USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI!" your son had shouted at the man as soon as it was his turn. Hand still gripping yours. You should have spilled the beans a long time ago. Fuck me.

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wake-uptoreality · 2 years

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Thinking about ceo! Sakusa makes me a drooling mess. The man is so hot already and plus the black suit ahhh. He grabbing your wrist and pinning you on his work desk after you making some mistakes while working on the huge upcoming project and kissing you with passion until you are left breathless and shaking. He is not disappointed. You are his favorite after all, but Sakusa is taking advantage to make you fall apart in every way possible. He smirks as he sees your reaction after that hot make-out, then gets closer and murmurs in your ear "If you are gonna make more mistakes, I won't be as kind as I was today, sweetheart" you become determined to mess up the whole project.

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ichigoromi · 2 years

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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 | 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 | 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

It's finally here! After weeks of planning, rewriting, drafts after drafts. I have finished writing! I am so excited for you guys to read the second part!

But before that, have you finished part 1? If not, here it is!

Part 1— When he falls for his child's teacher | Part 2

Pairing(s): Sakusa Kiyoomi (timeskip) x fem reader! (she/her) x our precious Roku!

Genre(s): Romance, fluff, singledad!Sakusa

Warning(s): agegap! (7 years)

a/n - I'M SORRY! The age gap that I forgot to mention in part 1, sorry if it's a little too much or uncomfortable for you!

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Sakusa Kiyoomi

For weeks, you could not look at Sakusa right in the eye without thinking about Roku’s little secret that he let you into.

Sakusa, he was confused as to why you were avoiding him.

He thought you two were getting closer when you distanced yourself from him.

Did he accidentally offend you that made you distant from him?

Roku loves to share his day at the academy with his father, and Sakusa unknowingly smiles at your name whenever he mentions you.

There’s no doubt that his father has fallen for his teacher.

But what about y/n sensei? Does she shares the same feelings as his father, or is he just another student’s father?

So, Roku is on a mission to find out y/n sensei’s true feelings about his father and bring them together!

That way, his papa can be happy again, and Roku gets his favourite person:)

Our little helper, Roku, mission starts now!

After that incident at the playground, Roku made more friends and became more open, but his favourite time during playtime was still lazing on your lap and acting cute to you. Today was just another day of you cuddling Roku in your arms and him snuggling closer to you. The other kids were jealous of how close he was with you.

“Sensei, do ya have a boyfriend?” Roku innocently asked you, and you almost gasped out loud.

What in the world did this child just ask?

“Eh…Sensei does not have a boyfriend. Roku, why do you ask sensei that?” He shyly buried his face in your chest and shook his head unwillingly to answer your question.

Little did you know, your cute student is playing cupid for you and his father.

“I’m gonna go play!” He suddenly got up from your lap and ran to the play area to join his new friends.

Kids… are just so hard to read.

---

During the kids’ nap time, the teachers gathered in the staff room for a short break. While breaking, your colleagues love to gossip.

Today — it’s about your love life.

How can they ignore how Sakusa Kiyoomi, the professional volleyball player also part of the national team, is very interested in their young colleague?

“So…how’s it going with Roku’s father?”

You choked on the iced latte when the principal asked you that question.

“Huh? Sir, nothing is going on with Sakusa-san and me. I am his son’s teacher, and he is just my student’s parent.” You cleared it out, but your heart says otherwise.

It has been a while since you dated after coming out of a long relationship that lasted five years.

Now, you’re twenty-five and going to return to your post-graduate studies soon.

You are still Roku’s teacher, and it is weird to date your student’s parent against your work ethic.

“Oh, you are going back to your studies again. Do you still want to do part-time here? We can work out our schedules and further discuss the details.” Your supervisor suggests, but you politely turn it down.

Your feelings for Sakusa are developing into something romantic, so working part-time here is a big no.

---

Today, Sakusa was running extra late, and you offered to stay behind with Roku and lock up for your older colleagues. You were the only one not married, so you were the best option. Besides, Roku is the most comfortable for you.

He sits in between your legs and leans his back against you.

“Sensei~, can’t you live with me? I like chu~!” Roku pouts cutely and stares at you with those big round eyes.

Even though he is so cute, you must resist. (a/n- how could you?! Roku is so cuteeee!)

“Roku, I can’t do that…I am only your teacher. You see, only families live together. Sensei lives together with her mama and papa. So, I can’t….”You stop amid your sentence as you feel the small arms of Roku wrapped around you.

“But you are family! I want sensei to be my family!”

His words were so innocent, yet it carries a deep yearning for a mother figure in his life. His mother was never in his life, and only his father was there.

It was only you two and, Kiyoomi who stood there in shock at his son’s words.

“Papa! Why can’t sensei be part of our family?” Roku was getting a little anxious, and you could sense it.

You were about to comfort him, but his father picked him up and whispered a few words, and Roku quietly sat down on the stairs.

Kiyoomi gently took your hands into his, and you let out a sigh but never showed any signs of rejection.

“I know I may not be the ideal man you can date. I’m a single father, bad at maintaining my relationship and sometimes lack as a father. But, you truly made my heart feel something, and how you make Roku so happy and how you pay attention to him made me feel deeper for you.

I like you, and I want to give us a chance. Those weeks that you distanced yourself from me made me feel lost and confused, and I thought I might not stand a chance. I’m not rushing for an answer, but I want to clarify my feelings.

I, Sakusa Kiyoomi, have feelings for you. I want you to be part of mine and Roku’s new beginnings. Give me your answer when you’re ready.”

Before he lets you go, he pulls you into his arms and gives you a warm hug.

“Come on, let’s close up, and I’ll send you home. It’s too late for you to walk home alone.”

Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

What is this man doing to your heart? Your heart is getting a little restless after his confession.

Bless your poor heart.

---

For the last three months that you will be working at the kindergarten, you have worked extra hard to hand over your workload and prepare to give your answer to Sakusa.

Whenever he comes and picks Roku up, he would send you home and even bring an extra blanket to cover your legs when you wear skirts or dresses. He was just being patient, and you feel bad for making him wait so long when you already wanted to give him an answer after that confession.

So when the last day of your work came by, you knew that you had to do it.

Roku was standing next to you, getting fidgety while waiting for his father to come and fetch him.

But the truth is, he wants to know whether will his favourite person be part of his family?

Although he did not understand his father’s words, he understood his father’s feelings for you.

The same familiar black Range rover pulls up to the entrance, and your breath hitched at the sight of it because today is the day you give him your answer.

“Sakusa-san! I have an answer to your confession!”

Sakusa waited with bated breath for you to continue.

“Yes! I want to be part of-” He cuts you off by pulling you close to him and leans down to captures your lips with his.

Roku shyly covers his eyes as his precious teacher and father kiss.

“Mama! What about Roku? Roku wants a kiss on his lips too!”

Well, your future is looking a little brighter now with the Sakusa’s in your life.

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[*bonus timeskip scene — Five years later*]

You sneakily took a picture of the four napping on the king-size bed. All four spotting your husband’s dark luscious curls and a mix of yours and his features.

Kiyoomi was cuddling your daughter in his arms while Roku cradled his baby brother, Ren, in his arms. Your heart melts at the sight, and you lean over to greet your husband with a kiss on the lips first, then your daughter, Rina.

Roku woke up shortly after hearing your kisses to his father and baby sister.

“Mama, I want kisses too.” He crawls into your lap, and you kiss him all over his face.

Even though he is already ten years old, Roku is still the same as last time, clingy towards you and loves to act cute towards you. He even takes care of his younger siblings very well.

But towards his father…he’s still jealous that his father gets to hug you to sleep.

“When did you reach home? I haven’t cooked dinner yet.” Kiyoomi finally woke up and leaned over to plant a kiss on your lips and wraps his arm around your waist.

“Just now. How was your nap? It seems like you were sleeping so soundly that I didn’t dare to wake up all of you.” Seeing his father hugging you, he snuggles himself closer to you.

Rina and Ren have awoken, like their older brother and father; they are both very attached to you.

“Mama!” They both crawled toward you, and you reached out to pull them but overestimated how much they had grown.

The kids were all over you while Kiyoomi was behind you, holding you securely.

“Thank you for being my family. I love you so much.” He buries his face into the crook of your neck.

“We love you too, Mama!”

Accepting Sakusa Kiyoomi and loving him was the best decision that you made in life, and this beautiful family is now your life purpose.

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taeyamayang · 1 year

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FROM WHENCE WE CAME

ㅡa fangirl, her idol, and a funny twist of fate.

❀ sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader

❀ tags: fluff! | crack if you laugh | serendipity | first meets | fan x idol to potential lovers

❀ warnings: sakusa's charms | oh and i uh curse a lot, sorry | mentions of kidnapping and death in just one part, dont wanna freak yall out

a/n: i hereby serve you a light one shot to ease your stress. also, my writing here is stupid and messy. nothing serious, tossing that poetic shit on the side. WE ARE SIMPING FOR THE SAKUSA KIYOOMI. YOU WITH ME??

note: will edit when the sun's up. enjoy

"what?!" your eyes round at the words sputtered by the security guard of the building. "wait, so you're telling me that my car got towed?!"

"honda, dark blue, and a license plate with 6 or 8, i'm not sure but it's even. it was parked over there." the guard points at the empty spot near the fences of the parking lot.

"that's my car! why would they tow my car parked inside a parking lot?!" at this point you could feel the frustration boiling inside you as you try to make sense of the situation.

"it's past nine. they don't allow overnight parkings at the sports arena. the admin has been strict since the incident with the football fans who camped for tickets for the championship game last year."

"could they at least be considerate? i mean, i wasn't planning on leaving my car here! i am fifteen minutes late because i was at the maintenance office waiting for the staff who happen to pick up my missing bracelet." you explain your case although you're certain that it's pointless. right at this very second your car is being dragged to the nearest pick up point and the man guarding his post has nothing to do to stop it.

"at least you found your bracelet." the man shrugs. he offers you a bit of positivity in liue of easing your outburst.

you let out a long sigh, shoulders slumped forward. afterall, he is right. your bracelet means so much to you that you even traded the chance to meet the players of MSBY just to look for it. meeting them is a once in a lifetime experience but losing your bracelet equates to losing a generational heirloom.

"look, i'll help you get a cab." the guard says to comfort you.

"thank you, sir." you say with defeated tone. you flash him a weak smile before shifting your eyes to an empty parking lot... or so it seems like?

it was hard to spot but if you squint your eyes into the almost-pitch dark lot, you could see a car tucked at the farthest corner. the silver logo of four intertwined circles flicker against the solar lamp post on the road adjacent to it, thereafter catching your attention. it's a luxury brand car, audi to be exact; painted in matte black and parked, or rather untowed, you emphasized.

"what's that car doing over there?" you ask the gentleman. anger and jealousy slowing seething inside you.

"oh, he always goes out after closing. the admin knows." just as he was about to explain further, a man pushes the glass door of the building. "here he is." the security gestures to the man in his sweatpants and white shirt. a shadow is casted from his shoulders up to his face making it difficult for you to see his features.

"have a safe drive." the guard greets him in a casual and friendly tone. one that could give you a hint that this man often stays behind closing that the guard has become acquainted with him.

"you too." he says.

the voice. you can't miss this voice.

the countless hours spent on watching MSBY's interviews and games has finally served its purpose.

you keep your eyes at him as he steps forward. the shadow that cloaked his face gradually rolls up as the light from the lamp post illuminates his features. his hair fresh from the shower and his usual white mask covering half of his face. your speculations are confirmed.

you missed the meet and greet but he's here.

sakusa kiyoomi.

you know everything about him. your workmates even deemed you as sakusa's crazy little fangirl because of how much you look up to him. taking advantage of your extensive knowledge about him, you were able to stop your initial reaction which is to scream to his face like a lunatic.

sakusa absolutely hates loud people.

that's why he's often seen frowning at the other three: miya, hinata, and bokuto when they're on a practice match.

so what do you have to do?

you must act edgy, just like him. a man with class. prim and proper and barely amused by trivial things. yes, you must earn sakusa's favor.

"hey." you managed to say in a calm voice.

in response, he arches a brow as he looks at you through his bottom lashes.

FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. ABORT MISSION. THAT WAS FUCKING HOT

HOW ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO KEEP CALM WHEN FACED WITH A HOT SEXY MAN??

you choke on air staring at him and when you were about to embarrass, you thank the gods of olympus for the security guard saving your ass for nth time tonight.

"no ones picking up." the man says as he turns the screen of his phone to you. flashed on the screen is a loading sign on a transportation app. worry begins to cloud you. forget about the hot sexy man next to you, how the fuck will you go home?

"at what time do you think the towing station closes?"

"even if they're open 'till now. they won't release your car tonight. it has to sit there for at least twelve hours."

"twelve hours?!" you shout, petrfied and losing your edge. once you realized it you immediately clear your throat and pull yourself together. you must make a good first impression on sakusa kiyoomi so you can boast it on your stan twitter account. you look at him at the corner of your eyes before stating in a confident manner, "i'll take the bus."

"oh, dear you can't!" the guard presses his brows together.

way to go, sir. you thought. now your pretentious indepedent-obviously-not-bothered-by simple-mishaps woman role is shattered. the man continues.

"some say that a kidnapping near the area happened recently. the woman is about your age." he leans forward, voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "rumors has it that the woman was found dead and sealed inside a drum." his narrative deserves a set of campfire and smores, a tale told by old people. nonetheless, if it were to be true you are left to risk your life on the road.

after a moment, a question pops in from a person you momentarily forgot about.

"where do you live?" sakusa says, hence you turn to face him. his height easily towers you but what's even more notable than his height is the intimidating aura he exudes.

"kunitachi." you reply and his face instantly crumples. he lives on the other side of the city (of course you know that, pft) so he must know how far you have come to watch the game.

"i'll take you home." he tucks his hands inside the pockets of his grey sweatpants and begins to stride. however, you remain still on your spot and he notices.

it's not that you don't trust him... no, actually you don't. it may sound funny coming from his fan but you have zero knowledge about his personal life. outside being a pro volleyball player, he is a stranger to you. this could be a moment you will never forget either because you had a great time or the complete opposite. there is a reason why people advise to never meet your idol. you might find yourself agreeing to the saying.

when he notices your delay, he pulls out a leather wallet from his pants. he shuffles through the pockets before taking out a laminated identification card.

"hold on to it if you don't trust me."

your eyes scan the i.d. sakusa kiyoomi. march 20, 1996. black hair. black eyes. 189 cm. you can't believe that between your hands is your idol's government i.d.. observing the object in your hand, your eyes catch a badly taken photo of him pictured at the right side of the card. it's a fact that he's beyond ethereal but this... not even someone like sakusa kiyoomi can escape the horrible quality of an oustretched identification card photo.

your eyes rally from the photo on the card and to his face, obviously comparing his actual face and the one on the picture. sakusa's realizes what you had seen.

"stop looking at my photo." he lightly smacks your hand down to cover his face. "are you coming or not?" he snaps.

you tail behind him, hand clutching onto his i.d. like it's an object worth of gold. he takes out a key to his car then presses a button that made the luxury car that was once hiding behind the moonlight outshines the full moon. the low click resonates, unlocking the doors. his car is worth thrice as your annual salary. he opens the door for you and waits for you to get in before shutting it close.

instantly, a fragrant musk mixed with soap and light perfume pangs your nose. it slams right into your nasal and down to your lungs. all you could sense is the clean air inside his car. you bet your all your credits worth that the air inside the vehicle is cleaner than your bedroom.

rumors about him are true. this man loves to keep his things neat and organized, which reminds you to keep a persona close to his liking. when he pulls the door to the driver's seat open, you immediately keep your knees together, ankles aligned, and your hands to your thighs. he briefly glances at you, fingers brushing the strands of his damped hair before pressing the ignition button.

the car rumbles in a low vibrato like a beast emerging from a deep cave, slealthily yet cunning. now you understand the difference between a luxury and an ordinary car. yours rumbles like it's its last day to hit the road.

you're already whipped beyond saving for sakusa to begin with but watching him operate his high technology car makes him even more attractive. let alone if he wears a suit and tie, driving one hand on the steering wheel, brows pressed together and-

"i said, your address." he asks as you blink rapidly back at him.

fuck, you were daydreaming this whole time? did he asked you twice? what the fuck were you thinking? keep it together, (y/n).

"oh, uh, right. 34 Ilmare building, Kunitachi." you swallow down your composure. you watch his long boney fingers type in your address on a screen attached to the front dash. "sorry, i was spacing out."

"figured." he responds without missing a beat. his comment is like a stab in your chest. he knows you were out of your wits moments ago.

minus 10 points on impressing him.

the female voice coming from the system of the car echoes. it informs the driver about the location with a brief information about road blocks and minor traffic. sakusa maneuvers the car to a reverse. he puts his hand on the back of your seat as he looks over his shoulder. his other hand grips on the steering wheel as he positions the car to exit. even with the mask covering half of his face, you could clearly see the prominent lines on his jaw. its even more beguiling up close than just zooming it in on your phone. once on the road, the space you shared falls into silence. sure, there is soft music playing in the background but it is not enough to fill the space. of course, you cannot keep your mouth shut.

"congrats on winning." the stoplight switches to red.

"thanks." he doesn't leave room for small talks and now you're once again trapped into silence.

actually, you're not.

"the winning point spiked by hinata made the crowd go wild. heck, i was up on my feet." you want to bite your tongue down to prevent yourself from talking. sakusa may not want to converse with you and you're just making a fool of yourself by starting a conversation with a brick wall.

"outside hitter fan? thought you're one of miya's." he says suddenly. the stoplight turns green.

"do i look a miya fan? does miya fans have a certain characteristic?" you are amused by his assumption. your body slightly angles towards his direction.

"no. just assumed you're a fan of him since he's got a ton." his free hand skillfully unhooks the strings latched around the shell of his ears before tossing it on the backseat. his fingers rakes through hair once more, letting the wavy strands brush against the top of his forehead making your eyes draw to the beauty mark above his eyebrow. then, he runs his fingers through the neckline of his white shirt as he pulls it loose.

"nope." you swallow thickly, feeling guilty for watching him. "he's a great setter but his serving technique, the one he does to silence the crowd is a bit...weird to me. but he scores points through it so i think that's fine, i guess."

your eyes round when realization sinks in.

did you just insulted his teammate?? what happened to impressing the sakusa kiyoomi? how could you do everything you're not supposed to do?? what the heck??

"exactly what i said to him." he lets out an airy laugh.

oh.

"so, hinata or bokuto" sakusa runs his tongue over his bottom lip. "i'll let them know i drove their fan home. i want them pissed off first thing in the morning. they love fan service." he chuckles to himself.

is this why they say to never meet your idol? is this the "other" or "dark side" of him that you are supposed to hate? because clearly with the way the corners of your lips pulled up, you are enjoying his humor. this is not supposed to happen.

"why do you assume it's them? you literally have people praising your picture." you whisper to yourself. you can't believe that sakusa thinks that he has zero admirers when in fact, the social media alone is flooding with men and women, volleyball league fans or not, oggling at his mere presence. a shot of him mid-air about to spike a ball once trended on twitter after five minutes of its release.

you tear your eyes away from him, pouting at his oblivion, and draw it forward where your attention lands on a familiar figure.

"hey! is that a voltes five miniature robot?" you point at the small robot planted on the dashboard. it shines in bright tones, making it apparent that the small figurine is made from pure metal.

"yeah." sakusa glances at where you pointing.

"no shit! and the model is curated from the original version!"

"how did you know?"

"how could i not know?!" you inch closer to the figurine, missing the small tug on sakusa's mouth when he sees your eyes sprakled in excitement. "how did you get your hands on this? i heard that it's difficult to see these in stores nowadays. only collectors have them."

"i knew a collector back then but i didn't have enough money to buy it. when i won my first official match as a pro player, i knew i have to get this."

"that's awesome!" you sit back in the seat, stretching your legs in a comfortable manner. you unconsciously loose all the tension in your muscles as you let go of you true self; your persona and goal to impress him, long forgotten.

"have you heard of the newest version of voltes five? it's a remake but in a form of a movie. i heard it's got an updated tech showing all the cool effects and all that. oh, look! it's there on the billboard!" you point at the huge advertisement board featuring the movie. sakusa ducks his head forward to read the sign before pulling his eyes back on the road. "it's showing this week but i bet nothing will top the 1977 version."

when you were about to worry on his lack of response, he remarks.

"1977 to 1978, golden era."

"are you an original version fan too?!" you turn to face him and this time he fails to stop a growing smile. his fingers drum on the steering wheel as zest builds inside him.

"yeah."

"finally! someone with a taste! were you ever called a freak for liking the original version too?!"

"everytime." events of komori, his cousin, teasing him for liking a show that's beyond his age crosses his mind. komori fancied the newer series, one that has great effects and updated styles. on the other hand, sakusa remained an old soul. growing up, he had few kids in his age who have the similar taste as him. this is the reason why he struggled to connect with his peers and became comfortable in his own bubble.

except for tonight as he finally feels connected to someone, a person he ironically do not know.

"tatoe arashi ga hukou tomo..." you sing to yourself the first line of the theme song while looking at the window. he catches you off guard when he continues to sing the song in a rather shy and quiet voice.

"...tatoe oonami areru tomo." your vision flew to him. face splitting into half as you grin wide at him like a kid.

"kogidasou tataki no umi he..." you pause, waiting for him to continue the song but he keeps his mouth into a thin line as struggles to fight a smile. "come on! sing with me!" you urge him with an upbeat tone.

"no." he shakes his head. the muscles around his mouth stiffens as he wrestles to keep a straight face.

"i already heard you sing! it's just the two of us freaks here so what's stopping you?!" you gleefully push him to continue singing.

"no!" right then, he bursts into a laugh.

you have been his fan for the longest time but you have never saw him laugh this carelessly beforeㅡnot on interviews, practice games, or behind the scenes. it is a sight no one in the volleyball league has seen. and it's all because of an iconic show from ages ago.

"we need to play it. you are not dropping me off at my place without us singing the entire theme song." you take your phone out from your bag as you scroll through your playlist.

"connect it to bluetooth." sakusa sets the touchscreen monitor on his dash, and you take this as a chance to jest. your eyes rallying from the monitor and to his face.

"what?" sakusa notices the look on your face. he claws on his lips to hide a smile.

"and you told me you didn't want to sing? how pretentious can you be!" you playfully call him out, thus earning another heartful laugh from him.

"no, you sing and i play the song." he argues.

"no, no, no. i am the dj here, alright? you follow me. we both sing it together."

when the theme song blasts through the speakers of his car, it took sakusa thirty seconds into the song before he finally caved in. he sings with you like nobody else was in the room. he was clearly enjoying himself and it was an image you can never forget.

soon, reality dips in. he pulls over in front of your apartment before switching the lock off. you step out from the car but as soon as you close the door, the window rolls down.

"thank you. here's your i.d., by the way." you duck your head down to level his gaze. he takes the card from your hand.

"i never got your name." he let his gaze linger at you for a moment before shooting you a small smile.

"(y/n)." you smile back.

"(y/n)." he repeats it, letting his tongue be familiarized with the syllables of your name. he continues, "it was nice meeting you, (y/n)."

"it was a fun ride."

just when you were about to leave, a thought crosses your mind. you have to clear things up before the night ends.

"there is no need tell hinata or bokuto about driving home their fan."

"hm?" he tilts his head to the side, confused.

"i've got my eyes on outside spiker number 15, not on them." a faint blush colors his cheeks as it sinks in. fifteen is his jersey number. without waiting for his reply, you bid him goodnight.

"goodnight, sakusa-san. drive home safely."

BONUS!!

it's been three days since sakusa drove you home. currently, just like any other day, he's at the gym honing his skills in volleyball with the rest of the black jackals.

however, during the break a staff calls for him.

"your food is here." the staff holds a bento in his hand as he walks towards the pro player.

"i didn't book a delivery." he wipes a sweat on his forehead. the three: hinata, miya, and bokuto are secretly following him to eavesdrop.

"the sender's name is "(y/n)"." when the three hears a woman's name they synchronously tease the spiker.

"oooohhhhh who is she?" miya wriggles his brows.

"an admirer? a fan? or are you dating?" hinata adds.

"this is news! i gotta tell akaashi." and bokuto is on his way to dial akaashi's number.

sakusa curses at the three as he takes the bento from the person. he goes to a corner where there are signs of an orange-headed, a clone of an onigiri chef, and an owl. he then opens the cloth wrapped around the container and see a paper taped on the surface of the box.

"i got my car! as a thank you gift, i made you a bento. i cooked it myself so i hope it's not that bad. also, i hope you're not on a strict diet! thanks again!

ps: i watched the newest voltes v movie and i am confident to say that the original version is still the best!!

-(y/n)"

sakusa foolishly smiles as he reads the short note for the second time. heart swelling with memories of a long drive. he is in a strict diet but that won't stop him from eating your homecooked meal.

note: voltes v (five) is a japanese show that took asia by storm and tons of remakes were made after its release.

a/n: i hc sakusa as the type to have childhood fixations who tends to collect figurines and toys he couldn't afford when he was young. he may be a stoic cranky boy but i think his inner child has the potential to be loud and showy once paired with someone he's comfortable with.

anyway, i hope you guys enjoyed this short brainrot. i just thought it will be cute to portray a child-like sakusa in contrast to his usual indifferent character :) as usual likes and rbs are very much appreciated!!

masterlist | hq.list | nsfw acc: @taekozuyang

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🗗 OUT OF CHARACTER | k. sakusa

warnings. food mentions, very very slightly suggestive, mentions of knives and killing lmao isa i swear this ain't angst ( 0.8k approx. )

note. for isa ( @kiyelle ) my love ! happiest birthday, and i'm sorry this is like a day late. hope u like this ^_^ pls ignore that i haven't written /properly/ in like over a month help i forgot how to not make everything literal crack isa im so sorry

"i'm pretty sure we don't use cleaver knives to slice salted eggs," oh, you know that. you don't need sakusa to remind you. however, a little experiment here and there, once in a while, doesn't really hurt.

"why do we even have this at home?" a scoff slips off your tongue as you press your lips in a thin line, checking out the anatomy of the said kitchen appliance, before shooting him a menacing grin. "you're not planning to murder me in sleep now, are you?"

"hm, perhaps?" he cocks his head slightly, mirroring the expression on your face before snaking his arms around you as he pulls you closer. "you do make living a tad bit harder."

you chuckle, that's the plan. a few beats pass away in silence as he admires you with utmost adoration in his eyes. there's a smile on his face and it resonates of love.

you missed these warm mornings with sakusa. you missed waking up next to him, the taste of his food, his kisses, his touch, him— maybe, it's the price you pay for dating nation's top volleyball player? it's funny. and if in case sakusa is capable of hearing your thoughts right now, you well aware that he'll laugh at you for being madly in love with him, despite knowing that he has fallen harder, and so deep that he's not being himself anymore.

"is there a way i can make it easier for you?" you mumble with the same lovestruck smile, hands wrapping around his neck as you step closer, capturing his lips with yours.

he smiles into the kiss, tucking on your waist a little to frame you against the kitchen counter. well, kissing is a good way to make his life easier. he can lose calories and spend less time at the gym, ultimately spending every second by your side. sakusa hopes it makes sense, even though he's certain it doesn't.

but logic is far out of his reach when you're in front of him, in his arms, your lips on his instead of preparing breakfast; he's at home. logic is the last thing he needs right now.

you try to pull away, only for him to lead you to the couch, a few giggles spin in the air as you lie down, one hand cupping his face while the other brushing through his hair. a dust of pink rests on his cheeks, and what you're doing right now is very out of character of him. sakusa likes to kiss you, he can do it all day, but not like this. not when you need to tend to your breakfast before it burns, not when your phone is ringing and he's doing everything to stop you from attending the call.

"omi—" you attempt to pull away again, only for him to deepen the kiss; and you give in, like the lover drunk soul you are. you don't know what happened to him in past few weeks while he was away from you. however, you surely don't complain.

another series of ringtones, another fight to pull away. you feel him smile, one that fades away quickly as you turn over, pinning him down to the couch before grabbing your phone. "kiyoomi. i need to take this call,"

and from what sakusa could hear, it's your workmate. he's checks the time, you're late by two minutes. his nose scrunches up in annoyance, it's just two minutes. sakusa has been known of his punctuality and it surely does come to him as a surprise when he realises that you're late for work and he doesn't mind any part of it. ( you know, he doesn't mind if either of you are late to work if you both are busy kissing each other )

he looks at you, fiddling with your fingers, waiting for you to hang up. just how long is it going to take? sakusa is going through multiple waves of emotions and one of them is purely because your workmate is disturbing you while you were busy doing some important work.

"no i'm not sick, i'll be there— ouch—" you shriek as he nibbles on your neck, a sinister grin on his face and you shift away from him, before answering your friend's questions. "no no, it's my cat. it scratched me."

sakusa smirks, some kind of cat you have.

"what's with you today?" you finally hang up, his hands sliding in yours as he pulls you closer. "you're acting like a five year old right now. so clingy, and for what?"

"i don't know, maybe because i was out for a tournament and haven't seen you in like two weeks?" that sounds like something atsumu would say, and you're sure sakusa has been spending too much time with the said miya that he has gone crazy. "maybe."

you see, being roommates with atsumu has it's own flaws. the last time they went for a tournament, sakusa came back with a weird habit of singing old, rusty songs after getting drunk. the time before that, atsumu rubbed off on him in the worst ways possible and sakusa hasn't stopped using deez nuts jokes ever since. his antics right now, you're sure he acquired them from him too. but again, who are you to complain?

sakusa's lips trail along your jawline, down your neck before he looks into your eyes once again. "you should call in sick today."

"i can't lie, you know it." now, that's a lie.

he frowns. "you lied about not knowing me when that reporter asked you about our relationship,"

"i can't lie to my employer, kiyoomi." you clarify, chuckling as you kiss his palms.

"we can get onto that." there's a mischievous hint in his voice as he kisses your fingers, eyes enunciating a wicked plan. "tell him you have some things to take care of at home,"

"like?"

"like," and he pins you down the couch once again, leaning down as he smiles against your lips. "looking after your five year old clingy boyfriend."

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