Sakusa Kiyoomi X Reader - Blog Posts

Did the air just get hotter?

It’s the way his warm, strong hands come to rest on your shoulders, bending down, giving you all his attention. It’s the way he is in your personal space, leaning in just to hear you. It’s the way the scent of his cologne fills the air. It’s the way his mop of hair is close to you—so close that you could almost reach out and touch it. It’s the way he crouches down, yet you still feel small in front of his athletic build. It’s the way, in this moment, you can only see him—nothing else.

"You were saying something?"

What? What were you saying? What just happened?

The warm air around you suddenly feels ten times hotter as you realise he’s been waiting—bending down like this for an entire minute.

"Umm— I was—I was…"

You stutter, scrambling to remember what you were going to say only for your brain to short-circuit the moment you feel a large, warm palm settle against the small of your back as he straightens to his full height.

"Take your time. I’ll wait for you."

He says, completely unaware of the damage he has caused in these past 10 minutes

-Kageyama tobio, ushijima wakatoshi, sakusa kiyoomi, iwaizumi hajime, kita shinsuke, osamu miya, kuroo??, akaashi keiji, daichi? asahi azumane, aone takanobu, shugo meian, maybee tsukishima

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[9:37 A M] Sakusa Kiyoomi

Just a short drabble - short, sweet and smutty Sakusa Kiyoomi.

Warning: smut; fluff . Only very few have ever seen Sakusa Kiyoomi’s teeth.

Haters will say he’s got a mouthful of crooked teeth. That’s why he’s always hiding behind a mask or has resting-asshole-face.

Little do they know…

Sakusa Kiyoomi has the straightest and whitest teeth.

Any dentist would beg to ask him to be their model for their clinic.

Throughout your three-year relationship, you possess only a small collection of photographs capturing those rare split-second instances when Kiyoomi flashes a smile, showcasing his teeth. However, these precious images remain exclusively for your eyes, as you have chosen to keep them private.

You had set a particular photo as your lock screen, and during a romantic couple’s getaway, your girlfriend momentarily caught a glimpse of it. To your surprise, she gasped, her voice filled with suspicion, “are you… cheating Y/n?”

The accusation caught you off guard, and a frown formed on your face as you responded firmly, “no.” The question offended you; you took your relationship with Kiyoomi seriously and would never entertain the thought of cheating on him. Ever.

“Then who is that man on your lock screen? That’s not Sakusa-kun.”

Your head cocked to the side. “What?” And then it hit you; they have never seen your boyfriend smile with teeth. “It’s… no, I’m not cheating.”

She wasn’t convinced. “Cheating is bad, Y/n.”

You burst out laughing, “I’m not cheating, I promise.”

Fortunately, she let the matter go, ultimately placing her trust in you and believing you were faithful to your boyfriend.

Later that night, you muffle your moan with one hand as Kiyoomi slams his hips into yours. He knows you love it when he stuffs your pussy with his entire cock. He finds it as exhilarating as you do to hear the lewd sounds of skin slapping and echoing in the whole room.

His strong arms hook behind your knees, and he presses them into the futon. With your flexibility built up from doing yoga for years, Kiyoomi loved bending you in all ways possible to feel deeper and closer to you.

“What’s wrong?” His chest is pressed against yours. “You’ve been quiet all evening after dinner with your girlfriend.”

You thread your hand through his curls before locking your arms around his neck and shoulder, “Ina saw my lock screen, and it’s a picture of you and me, and she didn’t recognize you. She thinks I’m cheating on you.”

Kiyoomi frown; hips stop pounding into you. “What picture?”

You reach over to grab your phone, showing him the picture on your screen.

As he caught sight of the photo, he burst into laughter, recalling the time you had jokingly mentioned how he seemed like a different person when he smiled with his teeth. Teasingly, he asked, “but are you cheating on me, though?” He rolled his hips in a slow deep thrust, making you moan.

You pull him down for a kiss, “I suppose I’m cheating on you with smiling Omi.”

Kiyoomi flashed one of his smiles with teeth and dimples – one that he knows always makes your heart flip. And pussy clenching.

.

The following day, Ina’s eyes narrowed at the fresh red mark on your neck.

“Stop staring.” You muttered, cheeks heating up. You had explicitly told Kiyoomi not to leave a mark in the most conspicuous spot, yet there it was, a noticeable mark right where you had warned him not to leave one.  

“You and Sakusa had a good night,” Ina’s boyfriend laughs. He nudges Ina, “this girl knocked out as soon as her head hit the pillow.” He looks at the empty spot beside you, “where is he?”

“He’s coming.” You answered, adjusting the scarf around your neck.

“Who?”

The three of you glance up to see Kiyoomi without a mask. He smiles at everyone with his teeth. “Morning, guys.”

“Mor – morning…” Ina muttered, eyes bulging. She looks at you, “that picture on your home screen is Sakusa-kun?”

. . .

E/n: nothing edited - it's a long day of work for me so I needed to release some stress. Yes, I need to get back on Wipe Your Eyes lol

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omi and his girly little gf <3

he thinks you’re so PRECIOUS. when he first saw you walking across campus with your nails done, shorter than most of your friends, dressed well and in pink he couldn’t stop thinking about you. atsumu had to snap him back into the conversation. kiyoomi thought that you looked like a pretty princess.

when you two become friends and talk more, he’s a little more obvious about it. when you get your nails done or ask him if he likes a skirt you got he always compliments how well it suits you, that pink is your colour!!

if you’re black, and you add pink into your braids/ dreads/ locs/ twists he thinks you look like an absolute FAIRY!!! you come back from the salon [ he wanted to come see you. he swears he did. but you didn’t let him for the ‘surprise’ of it): ] his mouth curls into a smile and his dimples are on display, he gets up from his spot on the sofa and asks if he can touch them. he clears some of the hair from your face and he places a feathery kiss on your forehead , “it’s not fair, how pretty you are,” he says.

kiyoomi just loves when you have french tips. he loves it. especially when the base is a pale pink colour, and the tips are just a crisp white. he loves how it contrasts with his black rings as he holds your hand. his heart flutters when your little, neat palm can only wrap around a few of his fingers. he loves how your manicured thumb rubs against his battered knuckles - it makes him feel dizzy.

he loves when you wear skirts or get new ones, he always twirls you around like you two were slow dancing. he’ll chuckle along with you when you giggle, “i think this one’s my favorite now,” he said to you ; although he’s said that about all 7 of the skirts.

don’t you dare try to do anything when you’ve just gotten your nails done. laundry? he’ll help. you wanna make yourself smth to eat? nah, he’s got it. you wanna shower??? why????? he’ll just clean you🤞🏻🤞🏻. his big sister used to complain about having to do things with her nails on and he’d never let his sweet little princess do anything by herself ):

omi would absolutely let you do his makeup if you wanted to try a new makeup look. you sit him down, putting his bouncy curls in a little bun and then priming his face. his cheeks smush and squish as your small hands work on him gently. he can’t help the warmth in his chest when he feels that you’re making a conscious effort to be gentle when you’re soaping down his eyebrows or blending out the highlight. his favorite is when you put on mascara- the way your index finger tilts his chin upwards and you mutter a ,’ look up f’ me, kiyo’ in the most sugary sweet tone he’s ever heard. he replies with a simple , ‘ ‘kay’ that could never give away the butterflies in the pit of his belly.

lastly - he’s spoiling you ROTTEN. he’s got allll that athlete money for what???? you, obviously. you saw some pretty mary janes you wanna wear to work? done. you want new earrings? done. you want a necklace with his name on it? done. well, that part wasn’t a choice- but he’s still happy that you wanted it. if you two are out and you even say that something is cute , his immediate response is , “do you want it?” and he’s dead serious. even if it’s ridiculously over priced. if you’re someone who cries when they accept gifts i’m projecting i’m sorry consider his heart SHATTERED when he hears the break in your voice as you thank him. he’s coddling you, asking if you really hated the gift that much, but when you explain that it just overwhelms you he feels tears in his own eyes at how precious you truly are. his large hand caressing your head and the other rubbing gentle circles on your back, whispering to you that you deserve his gifts, his love, his patience because you give it back to him. you deserve to be a princess- his princess- forever</3333333

Sunshine

small pregnancy mention. boyfriend!kiyoomi part III!!

There’s a feminine voice coming from the bathroom when Atsumu enters his hotel suite.

“Don’t you think you’re being just a little over dramatic?”

There’s a light sound of clanking when he sets his overnight bag to the side, water running and the sound of fizzling foam. Sakusa’s feet make shadows under the door as Atsumu creeps closer, and shallows his breathing to effectively eavesdrop.

“No.” He huffs like he’s pouting, and the voice giggles. “I’m gonna die here, you know. I hate sharing a room.”

“Mmh.” You hum. “Does that apply to me?”

“You’re different.”

Atsumu gapes a little.

There’s… no way Omi’s gone and found himself a girlfriend. No way. I mean, sure, his body’s a ten but-

“You’ll live, baby. I promise.” Your voice breaks a little from the wavering reception of the hotel suite. “Plus, Miya’s your friend. Better him than anyone else, huh?”

Sakusa huffs. “Yeah, but he’s a pig. At least Shoyo-kun knows not to leave his dirty socks laying around.”

Atsumu grins. He didn’t disagree! Before furrowing again. Wait, he calls him Shoyo-kun?

“Doesn’t that guy also stay up till like 3am? I remember you being really grumpy about that last time you shared a room.”

Wait, last season?

“Yeah.” Sakusa sighs, and there’s a rush of water that muffles him for a moment. Muted voices cottoned by white noise and Atsumu nearly starts to back away when the water finally stops.

“I miss you so much.” He hears clear as day, but even then Atsumu debates if he imagined it.

“I miss you too, Omi.” You sigh, a faint rustling hissing through his speaker. “It’s just three days. Then I’ll be all over you again.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

Atsumu blows out a breath through his nose. This is definitely his girlfriend. He’s never heard Omi speak like this to anybody. - And he’s seen him with his mom before. Hearing Omi talk so sweetly almost makes him feel like his brain is making it up, and he’s all but pressing his head against the door just to be sure that this is a real thing.

“‘You eaten yet by the way? I can send you some money so you can-“

“I’ve eaten, baby, yes.” You chuckle. “What is your deal? Money’s not a love language, you know. - My friends think you’re my sugar daddy.”

“I’m a pro athlete.” He says frankly. “And I don’t like seeing you spend your hard earned cash when you could be spending mine.”

“What’ll be the point of me working then?”

“Exactly, quit your job.” And the way he says it has you full out laughing.

“You know, if you’re gonna turn me into a housewife, I’d like to see a ring first.”

Sakusa’s voice sounds muffled under a towel when he retorts. “That can be arranged.”

You guffaw this time, a little airy, a little ugly. “Yeah? Well the sooner you get home the sooner you can make an honest woman outta me. Hell, next thing I know you’ll have me barefoot and pregnant.”

“Don’t just say things like that, I can’t get off with Atsumu in the same room as me.”

“Goodbye, Kiyoomi.”

“Wait, wait, wait!” And the desperation in his friend's voice nearly inclines him to audibly scoff in disbelief. This guy’s really hooked, huh?

“Yeah, sunshine?”

“I love you.”

Atsumu starts to choke on his spit.

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NEEDY

pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader | wc: 1,2k.

warnings: slight dirty talk, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie.

Sakusa is needy after weeks without seeing you.

Sakusa Kiyoomi is a passionate man, in volleyball, in cleaning, and—believe it or not—in bed. Yes, he usually hates messes, but when it comes to you in his bed, moaning his name while he thrusts his hips against you mercilessly is a mess he wouldn’t bother repeating over and over again. 

The perfect example is today. He couldn’t resist when he came home from a long trip and saw you in those pajama shorts that suddenly seemed to look better on you than any lingerie in your closet. Nor when you hugged him and he felt your breasts against his torso as you gave him a peck on the lips. He was needy after weeks without your touch, so he didn’t even bother to unpack when he grabbed your waist and brought your lips together in a messy kiss. 

In the blink of an eye Sakusa had already bounced you into his arms and you wrapped your legs around his hips as he carried you into the bedroom, where he threw you on the bed before settling between your legs to rub his growing bulge against your crotch. 

“Missed you so much.” He mumbled against your lips as his hands worked on pulling down your pajama straps to cup your breasts. 

“I can tell.” 

Of course you can tell, much more so because of the way he’s shoving his long shaft inside you right now. He had you on all fours, one of his hands pulling your hair keeping your head against the mattress and the other holding your wrists behind your back. 

Sakusa is going wild. He didn’t mind the exaggerated way in which the headboard of the bed hit the wall; nor that thanks to that, one of the pictures hanging on the wall with a nice picture of you two in an amusement park fell to the floor breaking into pieces. He thought that putting up with the neighbors’ complaints and sweeping up some glass was worth it because of how well your wet walls were squeezing him. 

You were on the verge of collapse, your boyfriend had already made you cum three times, once with his tongue and the other two with his fingers as his cock went in and out of your swollen pussy. But you wouldn’t tell him to stop, not when with every thrust you felt him hit your sweet spot and the moans that escaped from his mouth reached your ears like candy. 

“Fuck— look at you, doll.” He groaned tightening his grip on your hair to yank it back, making you arch your back. His teeth bit your ear before he spoke against it, “You’re taking me so well, I’m gonna cum inside you, ‘kay? I bet you missed havin’ my cum drippin’ out of you.” 

For someone who talks too much about cleanliness, Kiyoomi has a pretty dirty mouth. 

He didn’t recognize himself when it came to having sex with you, he’d stop thinking clearly and just let himself go, just like he could never control the words that came out of his lips. But to say you didn’t like it would be a lie, that’s why you quickly began to nod in agreement with his statement. 

“That’s what I thought.” He left a kiss on your temple before letting your body fall forward. 

Sakusa pulled out of you, earning a groan from you when you felt empty, to grab you by the waist and turn you around roughly. 

Your eyes met his as your back was against the mattress again before he slid his aching cock back in with a single thrust. He quickly regained the rhythm of his hips that made your body sway back and brought his fingers to your puffy clit. You couldn’t hold back the scream that came from your throat at the stimulation, tears spilled from your eyes and you were so sensitive it was almost embarrassing how your orgasm was already approaching with his digits circling your bud for less than two minutes. 

“Omi, I’m—” 

“I know, fuck, I know. I got you, doll.” 

You couldn’t hold it in any longer— your walls squeezed him as if they wanted to push him out the moment you came around his cock. 

Kiyoomi didn’t stop, not even allowing you to take a breath because he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. It was obscene how your moans mingled with the sounds of skin colliding, but that only brought him to the edge. 

The veins in his arms stood out as he grabbed the headboard with all his strength and looked down at you with a smirk on his face. But the cocky smile was replaced by a frown along with his teeth capturing his lower lip the moment he felt his orgasm near. 

“Shit.” 

His grip on the wooden headboard intensified as he increased the speed of his thrusts trying to go deeper—if that was even possible—to chase his climax. No doubt his rough treatment would leave you with a sore body for days, but that was the least of his worries. 

“Almost there, fucking god.” He closed his eyes and threw his head back. 

He was so close. So fucking close. So close that everything going on around him stopped mattering. The only thing on his mind was to cum deep inside you. 

Sakusa was so lost in his pleasure that he just decided to ignore the abrupt movement of the bed that almost made him lose his pace. Not now, he’d worry about it later. 

The sounds of the bed echoed throughout the place, the movements of his hips became clumsy and his grunts became louder announcing that he was about to cum. And god, did he cum.

“Fuck, that’s it.” He mumbled through his teeth as he spilled all his load inside your pussy.  He gave a few more gentle thrusts to make sure he emptied himself before pulling out and admire the mess he had made between your legs with a proud smirk. 

His hands were sore from exerting so much pressure as he let go the poor headboard to drop his body on top of yours and kiss you on the forehead. 

“That was something.” Kiyoomi chuckled trying to catch his breath, “I think we broke the fucking bed.”

You gasped in faux surprise, “You think? Can’t you feel the angle we’re lying at?” 

“I was feeling other things.” He answered cupping your tits in his hands. “Let’s take a shower, c’mon.” 

Your boyfriend stood up, standing on the edge of the bed with his hands on his hips to realize that the front legs of the bed frame were broken. You stood next to him, watching with tight lips what you had done. But when both of you turned to look at each other, you couldn’t help but break into laughter. 

“This is what I call a good fuck.” He said proudly, pulling his phone out of the pockets of his sweatpants that were lying on the floor.

“And now?” 

“I just got my paycheck, don’t worry love, tomorrow we’ll buy a new one.” He kissed your head, “A sturdier one.”

You smiled before turning around to head to the bathroom, but stopped in your tracks when you heard the sound of a photo being taken. You looked over your shoulder to find your boyfriend taking pictures of the bed with a smile as if it were a work of art. 

“And that’s for?”

“Group chat.” He simply stated, “Those idiots have been bugging me that I sure don’t fuck you right.”

୨♡୧ THE MAN WHO HUNG THE MOON — sakusa kiyoomi x reader. sfw. fluff. dad!sakusa.

the sound of sleepy giggles from down the hall makes a smile tug at the corner of your lips. as you pick up the toys scattered about the living room, you picture the scene; your daughter comfy under her blanket and sakusa squeezed into the toddler bed beside her with a book of her choice in his hands. he’s probably changing his voice with each character just the way she likes, tickling her tummy every time she laughs so that the joyous sound is prolonged. little moments like these, ones that warrant you a glimpse into their daddy-daughter time never fail to make your heart swell.

the noise from the back dies down a few minutes later and the quiet click of a door closing tells you that your husband has finished putting the girl to bed. you’re almost finished cleaning up the toys left behind in the living when sakusa wraps his arms around you from behind, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. he doesn’t give you time to savor the feel of him before he’s gone, leaning down to aid you in tidying up.

you shoot him a petulant look that he can’t see as you reach down to pick up the doll by your feet. you have every intention of tossing it in the bin with the rest of your daughter’s things but before you can, you realize that you don’t recognize it. your eyebrows knit together in confusion as you meet sakusa at the toy bin. “when did you get her this?”

“a few days ago,” he replies upon seeing it. in all honesty, he had meant to put the doll away before you returned home. now that the cat is out of the bag, he might as well be entirely transparent. “and i actually got it for me.”

“like, got it for you so the two of you could play together?” you eye him curiously with your question. you’re sure that’s what he meant but, without context, the statement produces an entertaining image in your head of the man playing with toys even in the absence of your daughter.

“not really,” sakusa admits, and he can see a sparkle of interest swimming in your gaze. the real reasoning behind the purchase is nothing to be embarrassed about but he still hesitates to spit it out. he’d hoped that you would see the result before you could ask about the process.

“sakura told me she likes the way you put her hair in two braids so i bought the doll to practice.” he turns the doll in your hands so that you can see what he’s taken away from the youtube tutorials in the past few days. it’s a lot better than his first attempt but sakusa thinks he could use a few more sessions to hone the skill before surprising sakura with the style.

you survey his work on the synthetic hair. it’s not bad by any means. the braids are a little loose, but you can clearly see all of the effort he’s put in. you glance up to meet his onyx gaze and offer him a smile. “you’re cute. but why didn’t you just ask me? i would have been more than happy to teach you.”

the thought had passed sakusa’s mind when the girl had first told him that she preferred the way you did her hair but he had convinced himself that the task was something he could easily do on his own. it’s not that he feels like he’s above asking for help, though, he does feel like you’re busy enough with work of your own. the last thing he wanted to do was worry you with this—something he should be entirely capable of.

“you already have so much on your plate, i thought i could take care of this on my own.” sakusa takes the doll from your hands and places it with the rest of the toys in the wooden chest before closing it. 

it’s hard to believe that this is the same man that expressed doubts about whether or not he’d be a good dad before your daughter arrived. every day since then, he’s proven that his anxieties about being a parent were misplaced. sakura looks at him with stars in her eyes, like he’s the very person that hung the moon—a lot like you’re looking at him now.

you interlace your fingers with his slim ones, giving his hands a comforting squeeze as you boost yourself up on the tips of your toes to press your lips against his in a soft kiss. his breath is minty, likely from brushing his teeth with sakura not too long ago. you pull away with a smile, bumping the tip of your nose against his before returning to your normal height. “she’s going to love when you do her hair.”

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「 CRY FOR ME 」 ♡ MASTERLIST

PAIRING : Suna Rintarō x Reader. Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader.

GENRE : Angst.

TAGS/WARNINGS : NSFW. Fake Dating. Unrequited Love. Profanity. Enemies (not really) to Lovers. Friends with Benefits. Not very canon compliant.

SYNOPSIS : You have been in love with your best friend Sakusa Kiyoomi for as long as you can remember. The problem? He is in love with somebody else. And for you to snag even the tiniest bit of his affections, it seems like you would willingly go through drastic measures.. Even if it means teaming up with his lifelong rival, Suna Rintarō

TAGLIST : CLOSED

PLAYLIST + sunayn texts + sunayn crumbs

CHAPTERS

PROLOGUE

ACT I – PARTNER

ACT II – PLAYING WITH FIRE

ACT III – BLUR

ACT IV – LET'S NOT FALL IN LOVE

ACT V – SAFETY NET

ACT VI – LIE TO ME

ACT VII – TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE

ACT VIII – ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS STAY.

ACT IX – ALWAYS

ACT X – BITTER LOVE

ACT XI – AFTERGLOW

THE FINAL ACT – CRY FOR ME

EPILOGUE

✧ Soulmate!Sakusa x Reader; You are Karasuno’s manager and, unfortunately for the both of you, very popular among those in your year.

➳  A/N: This is so fluffy and nothing like how I usually write, but it was fun!! Thanks for the ask!! (: <3

✧  Masterlist

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going live. ✕ sakusa kiyoomi.

now that you’re both home from college and under the same roof, it’s hard to keep to yourselves. which is precisely how you end up quite literally stumbling upon one of your stepbrothers most well-hidden secrets.

an authors note: big, big thank you to real life angel @shinsurou for beta reading this for me— enjoy!

content warning: 18+ taboo content including stepbro!omi, camboy!omi, pseudo/step incest, use of nii-san, a little voyeursim, blackmail attempt, choking, manhandling, live sex/sex on camera, mean!omi, face fucking, dash of size kink, crying, humiliation, condescension, creampie.

“Omi…” You call out, practically skipping down the hall towards his room, “Nii-san?”

The two of you are used to being left alone. Between the busy work schedule your parents have and the fancy dinners, galas, or whatever they’re often obligated to attend, you’re stuck with one another. It’s always been like that. So trips home between semesters are never anything extraordinary.

You’re bored. When boredom calls, it’s time to lift the veil and force yourself to interact with your stepbrother. It’s just— now you wish you hadn’t.

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You were over at Kiyoomis apartment after getting done with a long and tiring clinical. Coming out of the bathroom after rinsing off and changing into a sports bra and his sweats, spotting him on the couch laptop in his lap as he types away fast and with pure concentration.

You walk over to him sitting on the couch next to him resting your chin on his shoulder snooping in what he was typing away about. Seeing him emailing his volleyball coach asking about the time practice will be on Wednesday from start to end.

"whats going on, on Wednesday?" you ask, peering your eyes up at him through your lashes.

He stops typing before answering "don't worry about it.." he bluntly says, before going back to typing. okay..whats up.. .you thought, now suspecting him and not for good reasons either. You raise an eyebrow at him growing concern on why he wasn't telling you. You and him have never kept secrets. He knew everything about you down to the last detail, and the same goes for him with you.

"are you cheating on me?" you tease, peering up at him through your lashes. He just sighs not wanting to reveal the secret he had plan for you, he shakes his head no, not saying anything still typing away on his laptop. watching him closely every word and detail he types away, finally finishing the email off and sending it to the MSBY coach.

Growing more and more inpatient and concern your hand coming up and resting on his shoulder, "Cmon baby tell me!!" you whine, clinging to his shoulder looking into his bored black eyes. He sits his laptop aside on the armrest of the couch, his big strong hands lifting you up by your waist sitting you down on to his lap. His large hands gently rub up and down your sides, his eyes boring into yours looking at you with a small frown as you look at him with a pout.

"why can't you tell me? we never keep secrets from each other," you mutter out, your hands fiddling with the hem of his black shirt. His frown grows bigger he hates it, hates keeping this stupid secret from you, but he has to. you'd regret it if he told you...he just knows you to well.

Kiyoomi sighs loudly he throws his head back on to the top of the couch cushions. "I can't tell you, and no I'm not cheating..just be patient and you'll see on Wednesday...'kay?" he assured, trying to keep you from getting mad, and this whole thing becoming an augment which he didn't wanna deal with.

You just groan rolling your eyes, you trusted omi with your whole life, so you trusted his word deciding to dropping the whole convo. Already worn out from your long clinical. His hands coming up behind the small of your back gently rubbing up and down trying his back to comfort you.

The next morning you and omissions were in the kitchen you sitting up on the kitchen counter watching him make eggs as you ramble about the drama that's been going on recently at school knowing he's listening by his facial expression changing.

He sits the spatula down on a paper towel looking over at you. "Go get your nails done I'll pay." he suddenly interrupts, making you stop talking, not questioning anything you nod affirming that you will. He nods gesturing for you to continue with your rambles.

it was Wednesday the same as always you sitting on the cold kitchen counter next to the stove watching kiyoomi cook as you talk his ear off. As he listens with a small smile on his face. But today as you talk he wasn't listening his head is going 100mph thinking about what he's gonna say and how to keep you from questioning anything. And if you're gonna say no or yes..he's overthinking every little detail.

Now you and Kiyoomi were in his car driving to god knows where. He just told you to get dolled up and not question anything. You opted for a strapless floral maxi dress, it hugging your curves just right. doing a blow out to your hair, and putting on different golds and slivers of jewelry all throughout your body.

You and him finally arrive and a garden pinks, purples, greens, oranges, and yellows. Littered around the garden, parking the car and getting out kiyo coming to your side opening the door for you, taking your hand and leading you to the designated spot he and his team sat up.

Your curiosity is burning inside of you, you were nervous. Why couldn't of he just told you that you were going on a date?

Kiyoomi lead you to a little part of the garden surrounded by flowers of different colors and sizes. a small table in the center of the court yard with a bottle of wine and food. He pulls your chair out for you, sitting down he gently scoots it in. he sits down across from you his hands coming out grabbing yours. He's internally freaking out, but he pushes it down his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand.

Kiyoomi stares hard at your ring finger imaging the image of the big rock decorating it.

Kiyoomi grunts, as you jump into his arms. After winning an important match for MSBY. Your arms hooking around his neck, your hands tangling with the back of his sweaty curls, as your legs wrap around his sweaty waist.

"Im so proud of you Kiyoo!!" You squeal, nuzzling your face into his sweaty hot neck. Pecking it from time to time. Kiyoomis strong arms wrap around your back like muscle memory, making him laugh breathlessly as you cuddle into him.

"Alright, alright. I love you too!" he laughs breathlessly, setting you back down on the gym floor. Before leaning down placing this big strong hands on your cheeks as he connects his lips with yours making you giggle against them.

Kiyoomi leans back up with a small smile on his face as his strong hands are still on your cheeks squishing them together making you let out a small huff. Your brows furrowing upwards as your lips turn upwards into a small letting out a giggle. Making Kiyoomi sigh letting go of your cheeks his strong hands coming up caressing one side of your cheek with his knuckles smiling down at you.

Kiyoomi walks in the dim light apartment, first thought is where you could be. So shaking off his gym bag placing it on the bench and taking off his shoes placing them in their cubby slot, putting on his house shoes trailing off into the house.

He enters the clean kitchen a small candle lit on the kitchen island, that's when he knew you were home. You wouldn't mindlessly leave a candle lit if you were out. Sighing to himself he walked into the living room. the tv having a big ..are you still watching.. displaying on the tv.

He stalks over more into the living room his muscles relaxing see you curled up in a big MSBY merch blanket. smiling to himself softly as he stand behind the couch leaning down his hands placed on top of the couch keeping him steady. Placing a soft kiss on top of your head, making you stir awake at the feeling.

"Kiyo..?" you mumble sleepily, your eyes fluttering open slowly. Finally half awake your eyes adjusting the first thing you see is your husband staring down at you with the softest smile on his face. You sit up on the couch the blanket falling of your shoulders and down on to your lap.

"Hi my love," he cooed, his voice soft and comforting. Turning your head to look at him fully.

"How was practice?" you yawn, stretching your arms up. He smiles down at you, walking around the couch sitting down next to you his strong arm coming out his hand pulling you to lay your head on his thigh. Gently stroking your hair your face towards him. Your eyes looking up into his smiling up at him relaxing into his warm touch.

"practice was fine," whispering to your, you nod slightly.

"How was your day?" he asked, his large rough hadn't stopping at the top of your head and you adjust the blanket. Once adjusted he started stroking your head again from time to time he'd scratch your scalp.

"my day was good! I went to that flower shop downtown, then I came back and got ready for the gym...I worked out for a bit. Then I kinda realized I wanted to try out pilates. So I went to a class and oh my goddd..those pilate bitches don't play!..." whining out the last bit of your sentence.

Kiyoomi smiles listening to you ramble about your day, occasionally saying things like "oh yeah?".. "really?" .. "ah..." making you get even more involved with your day as he ask you tiny questions in answering.

He loved when you did this, him asking those tiny little questions or statements making you ramble even more about it. He's always interested how your day went, no matter what even if you did nothing that day. He'd still come home after practice and drag you into his lap playing with your hair asking you the same question. The pillow talk going on for hours, before someone mentions the thought of food. And boom you are both shuffling to the kitchen prepping dinner.

Soft kisses and giggles as you still ramble about your day and other topics you were interested in. Lifting yourself up on the cold kitchen counter by the stove watching Kiyo season the chicken. You stop talking, making kiyoomi look up at you with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm listening, go on," he says, you blush your eyes widening for a moment. he turns his head back down to the chicken, You smile before picking up where you left off on your story.

Sakusa Kiyoomi would always listen to you, no matter what it's about he's always listening <3

-a/n sorry for any spelling errors :3

“omi! Psst!” you whispered to the curly haired man walking beside you, he looked perfect as always, wrinkle free shirt with with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the outline of the veins on his arms visible for the other girls to drool over.

no you didn't like that, at all. as the one quote you always like to follow ‘ be petty and don't forgive’, which you probably made up on the spot as your eyebrows furrowed focusing on kiyoomi’s arm.

only you are the one who can drool over omi's hot arms not some random female version of Miya. “it's cold isn't it” you mumbled to him, shooting other girls few glares here and there “omi do you want me to get you my jacket”

“y/n” he softly mumbled your name from behind his mask, as you continued to look back and fumble some incoherent words to those hyenas who you know all too well wore those short skirt to impress someone, your someone. “it's a summer noon” he turned you around to face him as you both came to the empty space near the stairs.

finally somewhere not crowded. You opened your mouth to give a really non convincing excuse such as ‘how people are getting malaria due to not covering themselves up in summer’ but he interrupted. He should be glad he is too pretty that you let him interrupt you.

“and your jacket won't fit me”

“does that mean if it did fit you would have worn it” you asked him with sparkly eyes, and a smirk on your lips as you wiggled your brows. A little pinkish tone over both the teenagers cheeks as the taller one shook his head.

“stupid” he flicked your temple as a wince escaped your mouth, hands rubbing aggressively at the spot he hit you, as continued to tell him a series of ‘fuck you's’, they were mumbled respectfully ofcourse and you may have meant the statement literally too. You rolled your eyes leaving him to stand there.

a small smile formed on the later's lips watching you walk away from him, frowning and growling to yourself as he saw your steps halter after going few steps down the stairs, stopping for him to catch up to you. sakusa kiyoomi won't never ever admit it ever but maybe he thinks you are adorable when you looked annoyed.

He stomped swiftly towards you, as the tall frame stood beside you immediately. perks of having long legs. “bruh what's this” you pointed at the sign which was placed before the second half set of the staircase.

“I knew you were dumb but didn't realise you couldn't read” he slightly pulled down his mask looking at the sign then looking back at you. His lips formed into a small smirk. God he looks so hot doing that.

“I CAN READ” you shot him a glare as he smirked at you taking out your glasses from you left pocket. glasses made you kind of cute. another thing which he won't probably admit.

“slippery floor with paint ahead, step down cautiously” you repeated reading the red statement in bold letters, moving your eyes to the stairs below, only a little portion of it was dry other was still soaking due to greased paint they used. You tighten your lips, that explains the long line infront of the elevator.

You looked back at kiyoomi he looked exasperated that his shoes might get dirty his lips formed in a frown as he grumbled. “let's just use the stairs I am not gonna gets squished between those sweaty highschoolers in the elevators” he side-eyed you, mumbling while he stepped on the edge of stairs, his back hitting against the railing. Looking through his long lashes back to you.

You huffed stepping forward, the space left between the grease painted stairs and rails was not even enough to keep your foot sideways. Balancing yourself, you started to slowly step down, half body kind of hanging off the edges. Hands hesitantely trying to grab the pale ones infront of you.

Even being the only friend of sakusa, except komori in his class, you knew your boundaries and his limits. And being the most messiest person he ever acknowledged, you were pretty sure he wouldn't want to have much physical contact with you. but still in a not so difficult situation you ached to take the support of his hand as they moved little by little away from you.

but what made you look up at the itachiyama's ace with wide eyes, and what made you feel like the time has stopped as heat started to crawl up your neck and spread your cheeks was when the colder hands met against the warm palm of yours, grabbing them tightly. “stupid” he commented as he supported you getting off the stairs, his face avoiding yours trying to suppress the feeling of heat burning his cheeks.

“that's like the eleventh time you called me stupid today” you muttered off, patting the dust off your uniform. Hands taking out the gummy bears packet out of your skirt pocket, they look squished which made sakusa scrunch up his nose.

“Cause you act like one” He rolled his eyes starting to walk again towards the next floor, maybe hopping this part of the stair was also greasy so he can hold your hands again. which is very unlike him.

“I have a feeling you saved my contact as stupid” you followed him, hands behind your back, mouth chewing the squished candy while leaning to look at his face properly.

“no it's 'a piece of trash' ” he muttered grinning a little under his black mask, observing your startled expression with squinted eyes. though the name ended with small '<3' on his phone, but he wasn't gonna reveal that.

placing a slap on his arms playfully, you scrunched up your face “wasn't it atsumu's name in your contact” you asked feeling offended, maybe you were petty and messy sometimes but definitely not a piece of trash.

“actually for him it's 'a piece of shit'” he wondered back to the piss blond's contact who once was successful to change his contact name as 'the most handsome guy I know', on sakusa’s phone. but when omi's mom saw the terrifying nickname and questioned omi of being gay, his contact was changed from simply 'miya atsumu' to 'piece of shit' forever.

Your mouth formed in the shape of ‘o’ as you nodded to yourself remembering his name but still you aren't going to forgive sakusa for keeping your name as piece of trash. “why am I named as that though” you quirked your brow, tugging his shirt backwards a little bit but that didn't buldge him. at all. ugh freaking atheles.

“maybe if you didn't behave like one” the small hidden smile is still tugging on his lips, the poker faced athlete who usually at most has a disgusted and annoyed expression on his face, kind of always smiles around you even if it's secretly. He believes it's like an involuntary reaction but sakusa is smarter than that to know what was this about.

“hey! what's that supposed to mean” you faked a frowned, hands fiddling in your pocket.

“honestly you do behave like a piece of trash. All the time” he stopped you, a serious look doomed over his playful comment that it actually makes you think that maybe sakusa kiyoomi didn't like being your friend. which was kind of true, he didn't like being only friends with you.

“but” he stopped, taking your hands in his palms, his action startling you. your cheeks were getting a little warm. Damn when Sakusa kiyoomi was near you, you didn't need makeup to make you look red. You looked up at his face, his curls falling over his dark black eyes which always had a spark in them even if some people would comment it was dull.

“As i am someone who deeply cares about the environment” he pulled down his mask with his other hand, inching a little closer towards you as he leaned to lower himself to meet your gaze. He was blushing furiously too but not a ounce of nervousness on his face. Who was this sakusa?

“I am obliged to pick you up. Is 6 pm okay with you?”

what in the world just happened— your head was spinning at this point, no not because you could feel his minty breath on your skin or he can feel your strawberry flavored candy no. But did just sakusa kiyoomi ask you out??? With the smoothest and most bizarre pickup line too—

You mouthed a ‘YES’ cause good lord you couldn't speak. He arched his brow, standing straight, but his hands is still in yours. They fit perfectly together. “is that a no?" he teased with a smirk, knowing all too well you said yes. Someone seriously drugged your omi, but boi, oh boi you liked this smooth motherfucker too.

“no what the hell i said yes” you yelled back immediately, okay maybe that made you look a little desperate but who cares he asked you on a date.

He responded with a chuckle, getting back to walking while pulling you with his soft well kept hands to the cafeteria. Two blushing teenagers who looked just like they came out of a shoujo magna lovestruck.

“oh btw y/n I changed your contact” sakusa said looking at you through his lashes, swiftly texting something to his teammate.

“please tell me it's something cute” you chanted from across the table, hands stopped from picking up the burger from your plate.

“it's mosquito” he puts his phone aside, the same fond smile on his face coming back when he sees you scrunch up your face. It's actually ‘my mosquito <3’ but he let the ‘my’ and ‘heart’ be silent.

“why the fuck” you slammed your hand on the table, mouth opening and closing uselessly to say a good comeback but dear you saved him as ‘pretty boy’ but now you regret not saving him as the ‘grumpy dude from my class’.

“next time you drool over my veins you shouldn’t be that obvious, my love” embarrassed that's what you were, no one caughts you SIMPING not even your now new boyfriend. Guess its time to plan how to hide his body.

“I so do not”

“you act like you want to suck my blood through the veins, be for real”

“omi! Psst!” you whispered to the curly haired man walking beside you, he looked perfect as always, wrinkle free shirt with with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the outline of the veins on his arms visible for the other girls to drool over.

no you didn't like that, at all. as the one quote you always like to follow ‘ be petty and don't forgive’, which you probably made up on the spot as your eyebrows furrowed focusing on kiyoomi’s arm.

only you are the one who can drool over omi's hot arms not some random female version of Miya. “it's cold isn't it” you mumbled to him, shooting other girls few glares here and there “omi do you want me to get you my jacket”

“y/n” he softly mumbled your name from behind his mask, as you continued to look back and fumble some incoherent words to those hyenas who you know all too well wore those short skirt to impress someone, your someone. “it's a summer noon” he turned you around to face him as you both came to the empty space near the stairs.

finally somewhere not crowded. You opened your mouth to give a really non convincing excuse such as ‘how people are getting malaria due to not covering themselves up in summer’ but he interrupted. He should be glad he is too pretty that you let him interrupt you.

“and your jacket won't fit me”

“does that mean if it did fit you would have worn it” you asked him with sparkly eyes, and a smirk on your lips as you wiggled your brows. A little pinkish tone over both the teenagers cheeks as the taller one shook his head.

“stupid” he flicked your temple as a wince escaped your mouth, hands rubbing aggressively at the spot he hit you, as continued to tell him a series of ‘fuck you's’, they were mumbled respectfully ofcourse and you may have meant the statement literally too. You rolled your eyes leaving him to stand there.

a small smile formed on the later's lips watching you walk away from him, frowning and growling to yourself as he saw your steps halter after going few steps down the stairs, stopping for him to catch up to you. sakusa kiyoomi won't never ever admit it ever but maybe he thinks you are adorable when you looked annoyed.

He stomped swiftly towards you, as the tall frame stood beside you immediately. perks of having long legs. “bruh what's this” you pointed at the sign which was placed before the second half set of the staircase.

“I knew you were dumb but didn't realise you couldn't read” he slightly pulled down his mask looking at the sign then looking back at you. His lips formed into a small smirk. God he looks so hot doing that.

“I CAN READ” you shot him a glare as he smirked at you taking out your glasses from you left pocket. glasses made you kind of cute. another thing which he won't probably admit.

“slippery floor with paint ahead, step down cautiously” you repeated reading the red statement in bold letters, moving your eyes to the stairs below, only a little portion of it was dry other was still soaking due to greased paint they used. You tighten your lips, that explains the long line infront of the elevator.

You looked back at kiyoomi he looked exasperated that his shoes might get dirty his lips formed in a frown as he grumbled. “let's just use the stairs I am not gonna gets squished between those sweaty highschoolers in the elevators” he side-eyed you, mumbling while he stepped on the edge of stairs, his back hitting against the railing. Looking through his long lashes back to you.

You huffed stepping forward, the space left between the grease painted stairs and rails was not even enough to keep your foot sideways. Balancing yourself, you started to slowly step down, half body kind of hanging off the edges. Hands hesitantely trying to grab the pale ones infront of you.

Even being the only friend of sakusa, except komori in his class, you knew your boundaries and his limits. And being the most messiest person he ever acknowledged, you were pretty sure he wouldn't want to have much physical contact with you. but still in a not so difficult situation you ached to take the support of his hand as they moved little by little away from you.

but what made you look up at the itachiyama's ace with wide eyes, and what made you feel like the time has stopped as heat started to crawl up your neck and spread your cheeks was when the colder hands met against the warm palm of yours, grabbing them tightly. “stupid” he commented as he supported you getting off the stairs, his face avoiding yours trying to suppress the feeling of heat burning his cheeks.

“that's like the eleventh time you called me stupid today” you muttered off, patting the dust off your uniform. Hands taking out the gummy bears packet out of your skirt pocket, they look squished which made sakusa scrunch up his nose.

“Cause you act like one” He rolled his eyes starting to walk again towards the next floor, maybe hopping this part of the stair was also greasy so he can hold your hands again. which is very unlike him.

“I have a feeling you saved my contact as stupid” you followed him, hands behind your back, mouth chewing the squished candy while leaning to look at his face properly.

“no it's 'a piece of trash' ” he muttered grinning a little under his black mask, observing your startled expression with squinted eyes. though the name ended with small '<3' on his phone, but he wasn't gonna reveal that.

placing a slap on his arms playfully, you scrunched up your face “wasn't it atsumu's name in your contact” you asked feeling offended, maybe you were petty and messy sometimes but definitely not a piece of trash.

“actually for him it's 'a piece of shit'” he wondered back to the piss blond's contact who once was successful to change his contact name as 'the most handsome guy I know', on sakusa’s phone. but when omi's mom saw the terrifying nickname and questioned omi of being gay, his contact was changed from simply 'miya atsumu' to 'piece of shit' forever.

Your mouth formed in the shape of ‘o’ as you nodded to yourself remembering his name but still you aren't going to forgive sakusa for keeping your name as piece of trash. “why am I named as that though” you quirked your brow, tugging his shirt backwards a little bit but that didn't buldge him. at all. ugh freaking atheles.

“maybe if you didn't behave like one” the small hidden smile is still tugging on his lips, the poker faced athlete who usually at most has a disgusted and annoyed expression on his face, kind of always smiles around you even if it's secretly. He believes it's like an involuntary reaction but sakusa is smarter than that to know what was this about.

“hey! what's that supposed to mean” you faked a frowned, hands fiddling in your pocket.

“honestly you do behave like a piece of trash. All the time” he stopped you, a serious look doomed over his playful comment that it actually makes you think that maybe sakusa kiyoomi didn't like being your friend. which was kind of true, he didn't like being only friends with you.

“but” he stopped, taking your hands in his palms, his action startling you. your cheeks were getting a little warm. Damn when Sakusa kiyoomi was near you, you didn't need makeup to make you look red. You looked up at his face, his curls falling over his dark black eyes which always had a spark in them even if some people would comment it was dull.

“As i am someone who deeply cares about the environment” he pulled down his mask with his other hand, inching a little closer towards you as he leaned to lower himself to meet your gaze. He was blushing furiously too but not a ounce of nervousness on his face. Who was this sakusa?

“I am obliged to pick you up. Is 6 pm okay with you?”

what in the world just happened— your head was spinning at this point, no not because you could feel his minty breath on your skin or he can feel your strawberry flavored candy no. But did just sakusa kiyoomi ask you out??? With the smoothest and most bizarre pickup line too—

You mouthed a ‘YES’ cause good lord you couldn't speak. He arched his brow, standing straight, but his hands is still in yours. They fit perfectly together. “is that a no?" he teased with a smirk, knowing all too well you said yes. Someone seriously drugged your omi, but boi, oh boi you liked this smooth motherfucker too.

“no what the hell i said yes” you yelled back immediately, okay maybe that made you look a little desperate but who cares he asked you on a date.

He responded with a chuckle, getting back to walking while pulling you with his soft well kept hands to the cafeteria. Two blushing teenagers who looked just like they came out of a shoujo magna lovestruck.

“oh btw y/n I changed your contact” sakusa said looking at you through his lashes, swiftly texting something to his teammate.

“please tell me it's something cute” you chanted from across the table, hands stopped from picking up the burger from your plate.

“it's mosquito” he puts his phone aside, the same fond smile on his face coming back when he sees you scrunch up your face. It's actually ‘my mosquito <3’ but he let the ‘my’ and ‘heart’ be silent.

“why the fuck” you slammed your hand on the table, mouth opening and closing uselessly to say a good comeback but dear you saved him as ‘pretty boy’ but now you regret not saving him as the ‘grumpy dude from my class’.

“next time you drool over my veins you shouldn’t be that obvious, my love” embarrassed that's what you were, no one caughts you SIMPING not even your now new boyfriend. Guess its time to plan how to hide his body.

“I so do not”

“you act like you want to suck my blood through the veins, be for real”

[3:21 am — sparks]

the quiet whirring of the air conditioner mixed with your quiets snores as you slept peacefully beside Sakusa Kiyoomi.

He studies the slope of your nose that scrunches up when you tell him you're too full for the final bite of dinner. He brushes his thumb over the softness of your cheeks that puff up a bit more when you wake up in the morning. Your lips form a pout, even in your sleep, and he almost smiles to himself because it mirrored the pout you'd put on when you wanted him to indulge you — and he always did because it was you.

It's the middle of the night, and Sakusa knows he should have been asleep hours ago but his mind kept him awake.

People always told him that sparks never die when you're in love. But over time, he knew that wasn't possible nor logical. Over time, the sparks dwindled down, and things that were new to him became routine. It scared him at first.

What if he was falling out of love?

But he still wanted you to cradle his face after training, and he still felt the need to hold your hand in empty cafe's on Sunday nights because it just felt right.

Maybe he knew it all along, maybe he needed a late night to realize it, but those people? They were absolutely wrong. Sparks die down, but that doesn't mean the loves fizzles out too.

Kiyoomi still felt love in the way you wake up early to send him off to training, knowing damn well you were anything but a morning person. Love came in quiet Saturday nights, the both of you doing your own thing but still having your limbs touching just because.

The sparks were gone, but Kiyoomi still felt warmth in his heart when you snuggled up to his side because you always loved cuddling him, even if he hated it (he loved it).

The sparks were gone but your love still felt like a warm drink on a cold night that felt a little less lonely with you by his side. Your sleeping figure beside him felt warmer than any spark or flame their is.

The sparks were gone but your warmth made him know that this was love, it was true, and it was home.

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this was so self indulgent im sorry

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