Sakusa X Reader - Blog Posts

Like Honey | 18+

Warnings/Tags: nsfw, afab/female!reader, alcohol, tipsy!reader, squirting, pussy eating, multiple orgasms, pussy drunk!Sakusa, overstimulation, praise kink, bit of pussy slapping ♡ SET IN A TIMELINE WHERE ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED-UP AND OVER 18

Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x Female Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Kiyoomi Sakusa hates parties. 

Too many people. 

Too loud. 

Too many germs. 

It’s why he almost always declines to go to one whenever the rest of the MSBY team invites him along. 

Parties in any shape and form make him uncomfortable, to be honest. 

But what Sakusa hates more than parties themselves—is the idea of you going to one on your own without him there. 

Not that he doesn’t trust you. 

But it’s that he knows how volleyball players are at parties—especially when there’s a pretty girl and alcohol is involved. 

Hence, the reason why he finds himself at a house party tonight that Atsumu invited the two of you to—while he stands away from everyone else, mask on, and holding a drink that he’s taken maybe one or two sips from. 

Not because he wants to but—

But because there you are—in the crowd, giggling and drinking with a few other people—and he watches with a level of affection, only ever giving any other guy who even dares to touch you a single look that causes the hairs at the back of their neck to rise. 

He talks to a few friends here and there, laughs, and takes another drink to loosen up as much as he’s willing to allow himself, but his eyes remain on you—

Almost protective. 

He raises a brow when he notices you walking over to him—but all you do is grin, eyes droopy, as your lower lip gets pinched under your top teeth, and—

Oh. 

He lets out a huff of breath filled with amusement when he sees you bat your lashes at him, giving him a certain look that he knows too well whenever you have alcohol in your system. 

A look of want—need—with your eyes so murky with desire that if you looked at any other man like that, they’d probably take you to the nearest surface to bend you over and—

Well, you get the point. 

Sakusa turns to face you—looking down at you with a tease in his voice. “The alcohol already gotten to that pretty little brain of yours?” 

Your eyes grow alight with want, and your cheeks flush as you get closer to him to wrap your arms around his waist—and a pout adorns your red lips. “I’m only a little tipsy.” 

That’s a lie. 

He can see that right away with how foggy your eyes are and how red your cheeks are. 

You’re more than just a little tipsy. 

Not that he minds, though. 

In fact, he’s letting out a breath of relief as he holds you back with one arm, the other still holding his drink, and he lowers his head so only you can hear him—his voice coming out a low rumble, “Let’s go then, love.” 

Because whenever you’re like this—it gives him an excuse to leave. 

To go home and take care of you in a way that he knows what you need right now. 

You nod, eager, excitement shooting up your nerves as he guides you through crowds of people—him saying bye to those he gives a shit about, and—

And that’s how, about an hour later, you end up back at his apartment—his bedroom door locked—as your body sinks into his plush mattress, one of your hands carding through his silk-softened hair that’s nestled between your thighs. 

“Fuck—”

You suck in a shaky breath as a flat tongue runs from your entrance to your clit, and you whine as Sakusa hooks his arms under your thighs to bring your pussy flush against his mouth—his mask thrown off somewhere in the midst of you two kissing so deeply on your way here—and he spits on your clit, making your cunt pulse. 

“You’re always so wet when you drink,” Sakusa groans against you, his mouth covering your entire pussy as his jaw goes to work, sucking and eating you out like he's starved. 

Just the way you like it when you’re this tipsy—the alcohol making you pleasantly warm, mixed with how his tongue and mouth feel on you.

It’s like you’re drowning in a pool of liquid heat as he makes out with your cunt, his tongue dipping in and running through your pillowy folds, and all you can do is lay there and take it with your toes curling and your fingers digging in his hair. 

It’s funny when you really think about it.

One would think that he—of all people—would be against this. 

Grossed out by it, even. 

But he’s the complete opposite with you in bed and behind closed doors.

He’s fucking dirty—uncaring of how messy he gets as your fluids gush onto his face as he fucks you with his tongue, eating your pussy and licking your clit like it’s honey. 

He even likes it more when you’re fucking yourself back—riding his face—making his eyes roll back, eyebrows furrowed, and a groan being muffled against your soft pussy. 

He doesn’t care about the way his chin gets drenched from your juices—not when it means he can hear you moan so pretty for him, and feel your plush thighs squeeze around his head. 

He’s so intoxicated by having his hot tongue in your cunt that he finds himself growing light-headed—his bulge growing and pre-cum leaking against his sweatpants as he licks and licks until you’re cumming on his tongue, moaning his name as you buck your hips into his face. 

“Oh god—Omi, ‘ts too much now—”

He hears you. 

Loud and clear. 

But he doesn’t stop. 

He doesn’t stop giving your poor, puffy little clit kitten licks as your cry from overstimulation. 

He doesn’t stop holding onto your thighs right where they are—keeping your pussy close to his mouth so he can lap you up, not wanting to waste a single drop of your fluids drooling everywhere. 

“You’re okay,” His voice is rough, and his eyes move up to look at your body—taking in the way your chest is rising and falling with quick breaths, your nipples are hard and waiting to also be sucked on—and he gives your sopping cunt one long, wide glide of his wet tongue from bottom to top. “Just give me one more, baby. Just one.” 

Instead, it’s never only one more. 

Once he’s in this position with his stomach flat on the bed and comfortably lying in between your legs—

Sakusa doesn’t intend to stop anytime soon. 

You taste too fucking good.

You feel too warm. 

And you sound so damn needy and pretty for him.

You whine, a sob escaping you, and you shake your head. “Omi—please—”

But then your words die with a gasp when you feel him nip the curve of the skin of where your cunt and inner thigh meet—and you let out a ragged exhale, his voice thick and smooth as he kisses your thigh. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” You feel so dizzy from the heat that you throw an arm over your forehead, panting as you feel two of his fingers strum your dripping folds before spreading them apart, glistening and throbbing. “You know I can’t help it.” 

He doesn’t let you say anything else, though. 

Not when he immediately dives back in to prod his tongue into your tight walls, flexing and curling it to bring you back to that hot, buzzing ache in your belly. 

And he keeps your folds open for him to get drunk on—sucking and licking and nipping while his nose bumps against your clit, feeling his hairs tickle your thighs as he gets you to orgasm again. 

And again. 

And again—

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—Omi!” 

He gets his tongue all worked up, mouth open and thumb rubbing your swollen clit until you’re cumming for the fourth time like this—fluids squirting on his face as your abused and soaked cunt spasms, his name on your tongue as you cry, and he drinks it all up like he’s needy for your taste. 

“Such a good pussy, baby,” Sakusa sucks on your clit with obscene suction noises, making tears stream down your cheeks as a few more spurts of liquid squirt out of you—you’re so fucking overstimulated—and his face is a mess at this point, too. 

When he eventually does pull away—his lips are swollen and shiny—you don’t even have it in you to force your limbs to move anymore. 

You’re so fucked out and he hasn’t even put his cock inside you yet.

“You took it all so well for me.” 

Sakusa looks down at your body—so sweet and perfect—and he can’t help but smile at the little mess he’s made between your legs. 

He then unties the strings to his sweatpants as he sits back on his knees, his dick throbbing to feel your pussy swallow him, and once his thick cock bounces free—

He gives your pussy a slap—his palm against it with a harsh sting—making you whimper, then cups his hand over you as some way to soothe your tired cunt. 

“I just need you to lie there and be pretty for me now, okay baby?” 

end.

Masterpost

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Can you please do a nickname rating for Iwaizumi and/or Sakusa?

If you're not taking requests right now please ignore 🙏

These threads are AMAZING btw. I'm BINGING for MY SOUL ❤️

SAKUSA KIYOOMI ✰ RATING THE PET NAMES YOU CALL HIM: A THREAD

NOTE. Thank youu! These threads are so fun to make <33

SEUMYO © 2024, PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, PLAGIARIZE, MODIFY OR TRANSLATE.

SEMI, SUGAWARA, osamu, IWAIZUMI, sakusa, ARAN, USHIJIMA, tsukishima, konoha, KAGEYAMA, kiyoko, KITA, KYOTANI, aone, saeko

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

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.”

I-I 🤭

i know ft kiyoomi

warnings: fem!bodied reader, dirty talk, public indecency, mentions of bondage, unedited.

“kiyo would you rather fuck someone wearing a black dress or a white one?”

sakusa lifts his eyes from his phone, fixing you with an incredulous look.

“why are you asking me that in the middle of a very public dressing room, which i’m probably not even supposed to be in right now?”

“it’s literally 2pm and the store is practically empty kiyo. besides, i doubt the workers are paid enough to care anyway.”

“that’s not what i asked.”

rolling your eyes, you push the door of the dressing room open further, revealing the short, white dress you had on.

“i haven’t been laid in such a long time, and i have a good feeling about this weekend. i wanna make sure i look, y'know, fuckable or something.”

a muscle in sakusa’s jaw twitches as he glances over the dress, still leaning against the wall opposite to your dressing room, phone clutched in hand.

“okay, first of all fuckable isn’t a real word. secondly, what sort of bastard are you dating who’ll decide if he likes you based on your dress?”

pressing your lips together you squint at him, walking forward to grab his arm.

“ki-yo-omi, it’s not that deep, just tell me if you would rather fuck someone in a white dress or a black one.”

“if it’s someone i’m interested in, their clothing would not matter.”

hiding a grin, you shake your head slightly. your best friend really was leagues apart from most men you had met.

“okay so the white one then?”

shrugging, sakusa straightens, slipping his phone into the pocket of his dark slacks. “get whatever dress you want, if you’d like i could buy you both.”

“kiyo, just say you wouldn’t fuck me next time,” you whine, “stop avoiding the question.”

a hand catches your wrist as you turn to go back to change your clothes, sakusa’s fingers warm against your skin.

“i never said i wouldn’t fu- i wouldn’t have sex with you. stop putting words into my mouth.”

“fuck kiyo, fuck me. say it properly c'mon, we’re not kids anymore.”

scowling he lets go of your hand, “don’t be a brat.”

“oh yeah? and what are you going to do about it?”

you hear him scoff as you move to close the door, only to have the door be pushed back and find yourself pushed against a mirrored wall, the door clicking closed behind sakusa.

“kiyo, what the hell-”

“you think i don’t want to fuck you? you think i don’t fantasize about tying you up and making you beg for me?”

he moves closer, pressing a hand to the mirror beside your head, the other hand slipping inside your dress to grip your hip.

“do you have any idea what you do to me? how i feel like a complete caveman, devoid of any sense of rationality every time you show up in those little skirts? all i can ever think of is how much i want to flip them up and fuck you until you cry.”

you whimper, pussy clenching around nothing as sakusa’s lips brush against yours’, his thumb lazily stroking hipbone.

“every time you come whining about how some boy couldn’t make you cum, or left you unsatisfied, all i can think of is how i could make you cum without even making you take any clothes off- how i could make you cream around my dick so many times.

your lips part, as you moan, sakusa’s fingers now slipping into your soaked panties.

fingers lightly tracing your pussy, he sighs into the crook of your neck.

” i would fuck you in each and every one of your dresses.“

your eyes slide shut as he presses down your throbbing clit, head hitting against the mirror with a thud.

however instead of continuing, he moves away, "i’ll pay for both dresses and meet you outside, i’m sure he’ll fuck you regardless.”

「 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

He Sends You a Nude (Haikyuu!! Fake Texts)

(Ace Version)

A/N: Guess who’s going to helllll😙 I spent way too long on this, and my search history rly didn’t need that kinda damage, so ur gonna have to settle for this. Enjoy!

heyhey! can you do a hq boys w the tiktok prank where you pretend you used his credit card to buy something super expensive? idm which characters but if you could include kuroo that’d be great :} only if you want to, though

HAIKYUU BOYS REACTION TO TIKTOK TREND WHERE YOU PRETEND TO USE THEIR CARD TO BUY SOMETHING EXPENSIVE

characters — timeskip!bokuto kōtarō, kuroo tetsurō, miya atsumu, sakusa kiyoomi, suna rintarō

a/n — AAAAAAAAAA i love this trend pls, i wanna be spoiled by these men deadass!!!

☾ BOKUTO always left his credit card lying about so it was easy to end up having it on you for the prank. he brightened immediately as you entered the living room, opening his arms while sat on the couch so you could fall into them. “baby, what’re you doing?” you reached into your back pocket, pulling out his credit card along with your phone as you scrolled through your tags, showing him the bag online “i bought this! isn’t it pretty?” he nods enthusiastically before you scroll down to see the price “babe! it’s $2000, that’s A LOT!” “i used your card though, kou is that okay?” he gasps so loud he almost swallows you “but $2000 is expensive for a bag baby.. don’t you have some already?” “but i really wanted this one..” there’s a moment of silence as his arms tighten around you “you really wanted it?” “yeah..” please there’s a little grin on his face when his eyes meet yours “okay baby! if it makes you happy that’s okay! you’ve been working hard anyway!” when you tell him it’s a prank he literally offers to buy you it.

☾ KUROO was working in his office when youd approached him, asking for his credit card just for a few details for something - his head was a little cloudy, mindlessly taking his wallet out of his slacks before handing it to you, going back to sifting through paperwork before stifling a yawn. you returned later, a giddy grin on your face as he finally finished up his stuff “hey kitten.” one of his arms rose as an invitation for you to crawl underneath as you cuddled into his side “here’s your cards back.” raising a brow before he shrugged “oh yeah, thanks.. forgot about that!” he threw it to the side before placing a kiss against your temple “i bought that jacket i showed you lastnight.” you can feel his gaze burning into your immediately “the $3000 one?” “duh!” he groans before pinching between his brows, wiping a hand down his face “KITTEN, i can’t believe you’re using me for my good looks and money - have you no shame?” goes all floppy and bans you from his wallet lmao, mf tells everyone ur robbing him.

☾ ATSUMU always gave you his card whenever you asked, insisting you take it out on days out with your friends or while running errands - just because he loved spoiling you, so he was quick to hand it over when you asked “ya’d be aswell keepin’ it on ya at all times, angel.” youd returned a few minutes later, giving him it back before he scooped you onto his lap, hand smoothing up your thighs “so what did ya buy? somethin’ pretty?” you nodded as you excitedly scrolled through your phone, showing him a super expensive bag before he almost threw you off his lap in shock “BABY, that’s $3000 dollars though?” “but i really liked it ‘tsum!” his head falls back against the couch as he groans, arms falling by his sides, he literally stays like that for a good 10 seconds like you gotta nudge him alive again before he’s pulling you into him again “if it makes ya happy baby a guess, yer so damn spoiled ya know a cant say no ta yer pretty face!” makes you give him kisses as compensation for the stress.

☾ SAKUSA knew he spoiled you, all you had to do was bat your eyelids at him and he’d fold. so you were easily able to tangle his bank card off him with a quick peck and a hand on his chest. you’d approached him again as he drank his coffee in the kitchen “finished, love?” you nodded before sliding him the card, his fingers intertwining with yours over it instead “what did you get?” “just a bag, it was on sale for $2000.” his hand almost crushed yours, he nearly splutters drinking his coffee and he stiffens up so bad, his lips pulled into a pout as his eyebrows immediately furrow “are you kidding?” “i liked it omi.” he blushes at the nickname despite you using it daily, clearing his throat to regain his composure “i told you to run big gifts by me first..” but when you blink up at him, apologising through a pout you hear him sigh before he runs a hand through his curls “you’re a spoiled brat.”

☾ SUNA you lay in bed, cheek pressed against his chest as you both scrolled through your phones. you’d borrowed his card for groceries so you still had it on you for the prank “rin, guess what else i bought when i went for groceries??” his gaze flicked to you momentarily before he locked his phone, placing it against his chest “what?” you turned your phone towards him, showing him the $2000 coat on the screen as he blinked at you, face remaining deadpan “and how did you afford that?” “with your ca—“ you don’t even get your whole answer out before he’s snatched your phone from your hand, getting up from the bed as he taps away on the screen “damn brat, you better cancel it.. $2000 on a coat you don’t even need, you’ve got me to keep you warm.” pouts when you tell him you’re joking and mf tells you to have fun being cold lmao.

mmmmmhm beach sex with the hq boys 😣 i would like to see it

— contains. atsumu, osamu, sakusa & oikawa x f!reader

— warnings. public sex, exhibitionism, the word bitch is used bc it’s atsumu so yeah

— a/n. requests r closed but... hmph was feeling this bc of the at**mu picture,, not proofread bc am tired

atsumu is desperate like always, tangling the string of your bikini in a knot much to his frustration. “baby, i can’t do it!” he complains, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he glances around the almost empty beach.

there’s an elderly couple facing the sea, but it’s evening and everyone in the resort has most likely gone up for dinner. but not you, no, of course not you. because your boyfriend, so badly wants to tick off ‘fucking his girlfriend against a palm tree’ on his bucket list.

easily, you untie them and just like that atsumu switches, cock deep in your cunt and a hand braced against the tree in hopes of steadying himself and his thrusts. “that’s right, take that shit.” he groans, “little cunt is so greedy,” he mumbles, roughly groping your tit and letting out a rumbling growl in your ear. “bet my little bitch wants to get caught like this, caught with her cunt out for me.”

sunglasses low on his nose, osamu watches as you run towards him. rivulets of water running down the front of your body, it causes your body to shimmer in the sunlight like some dewy-skinned water nymph. “‘samu,” you say, nearing your boyfriend who lays back on his deckchair under an umbrella. “you not gonna get in?”

he shakes his head, sitting up and adjusting the chair until it’s upright along with him. “c’mere, baby, i gotta tell ya somethin’,” osamu tells you, patting his lap to which you take a seat in, curious to know what he’s going to say. all you get is the feeling off his cock pressed between your ass cheeks and a soft chuckle at the surprise on your face. “yer gonna help me get off, yeah? gonna let me cum inside ya pretty cunt, yeah, baby?”

kiyoomi isn’t very fond of the beach. he sticks to the deckchair, deciding to observe you from afar. he starts to worry when throughout the day, the heat only increases and you don’t seem to have enough sunscreen on. and so he calls you over, lays you down and helps you apply the lotion all over your back and thighs. “cold,” you squeak, giggling at the ticklish feeling of his hands rubbing the cream into your skin.

“i know, bear with me, love.” kiyoomi can’t help the sweet smile that creeps onto his face at the sound of your laughter. he also can’t help the temptation of slipping aside your bikini bottom and taking a good look at your glistening pussy. his breath is laboured, you’re arching your back, “can i, my love? can i touch you?” he asks in a whisper, “no one can see us over here.”

“please, yoomi,” you whine, shivering when his cold fingertips come into contact with your cunt, spreading apart your lips just to toy with your pulsing clit. the rush of being caught drives you on, causes kiyoomi to be harder and quicker and rougher.

“that was great, princess!” tōru cheers, clapping when you finally manage to hit the ball back over the net. he’s momentarily distracted by the way your tits bounce in the brand new bikini you wear, a tiny little thing which is barely holding anything in.

it’s no surprise to you, when later, as the sunsets and the once bustling beach becomes empty, he has you on your knees in the sand. tōru’s fat cock ramming into your slippery cunt, one big hand on your tit, still toying with the strap of your bikini top in fascination. “you looked so slutty i couldn’t help myself, princess. i can’t handle it when you do this to me,” tōru croons, “makes me want to fuck you in front of everyone, let everyone know who’s princess you are.”

✧ 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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Omg I have a request! I just hope tumblr doesn’t eat it but I just saw a tiktok trend to see how long it takes for your boyfriend to kiss you first and I would like to see that with any of the hq boys of your choosing pls 🥺 if not that’s fine I just thought it would be funny but have a good day/night bby <3

HAIKYUU BOYS WITH TIKTOK TREND WHERE YOU SEE HOW LONG IT TAKES THEM TO KISS YOU FIRST

characters - timeskip!miya atsumu, miya osamu, suna rintarō, iwaizumi hajime, sakusa kiyoomi

a/n - omg the way i screamed when i seen this one AHHHH so much cute possibilities, i kept it to more quiet boys (except ‘tsumu) lmao

☾ ATSUMU you always greeted him at the door after practice, his bright grin always waiting for his welcome home kiss and hug — but when youd thought about this prank you decided you’d make him have to be the one to seek you out instead, as you chose to remain on the couch when you heard his key in the door. a pout was on his lips instantly when your figure wasn’t the first thing he seen, basically walks straight to the living room to start looking “baby? what’re ya doin’ am home.” you looked up at him and gave him a quick smile before you attention went back to the tv show you were watching, hearing him huff as he fell clumsily next to you on the couch with a sigh— he keeps glancing at you as his pout deepens with each time he’s not met with a kiss until he cracks “yer killin’ me here! ya forgot ma kisses, where are ma kisses ya know a need them to survive.” before smooshing his lips against yours, he doesn’t even care when you laugh at his whining cos he gets his kisses anyway.

☾ OSAMU you’d visited him at the restaurant during your break at work, waving to the staff as they pointed you into the direction of the kitchen where your husband was preparing some orders “samu?” “hi baby, how’s yer day goin’?” you noticed the way he seemed to lean his head towards you as you walked over, knowing he was expecting his normal greeting kiss you always gave him, so when you watched his eyebrows furrow when you ignored him you felt a little bad ngl. “ya alright?” “yeah i’m good, why?” “no reason.” he doesn’t want to seem annoying by asking so he brushes it off until he finally finishes one of the orders as he moved towards you “it’s yer favourite.” hand holding the onigiri just to snatch it away when you reach for it “oi first — ya owe me a kiss, al trade ya.” — he wins.

☾ SUNA you were both lying in bed, scrolling on your phone as you lay against his chest — you decided to do the prank before bed because you both always shared a goodnight kiss “i’m gonna go to bed rin, goodnight.” he was going to say goodnight but by the time his eyes landed on your figure youd already closed your eyes like you were a sleep. you stifle your giggle when you feel him nudge you in your sleep as he whispered “hey, are you mad?” you blinked at him before shaking your head and lying back down again, smile so desperately wanting to break through your lips when you hear him sigh before nudging you again, his lips placing a quick peck against yours this time when you look up as he giggle, rolling his eyes as he scoffs “you’re a brat, go to sleep.”

☾ IWAIZUMI despite what people thought due to his intimidating exterior, iwaizumi loved kisses. he’d returned home from work, dropping his bag at the door as he immediately went to look for you as he found you in the living room on the couch, he’s even got a little smile when he walks over to you to place his hands at each side of your body, face leaning in close to yours as he awaits a kiss but when you just look past him to continue watching tv— he blushes so bad cos he’s a little embarrassed but also, he wants his kisses! “hey! what’s up with you?” “huh? nothing haji why?” he was too embarrassed to ask so he just grumbles something under his breath and sits next to you, you notice how he seems to get closer and closer until you’re basically on his lap but he’s pouting the whole time, you end up turning when you hear him groan only for him to crash his lips onto yours before pulling away with a blush “you’re a spoiled dumbass.”

☾ SAKUSA you always gave him a good luck kiss before a game, so you were curious what his reaction would be — because he always complained about your kisses even though he leaned into them with a blush everytime. you met up before he went onto the court, telling him good luck before you went to wave him off and leave, but before you can go you feel a slight tug on the hem of your jacket as you turn around to a very blushy kiyoomi “uh— where are you going?” “to the stands.” “we’re not done yet.” he can’t even look at you but when he glances at the confused look on your face you swear he burns redder, ends up quickly pulling down his mask to place a kiss against your forehead before turning immediately to walk away, hearing you giggle behind him as he mutters a “shutup.” hoping you don’t see the red that’s spread to the tips of his ears and neck — but you do.

Hiiiii! Omg I love this blog. I have a request, so like how would the guys react if their S/O gives them an inappropriately passionate kiss? Like, they go for a simple goodbye peck before leaving but instead it's a super-heated french kiss (a bedroom kiss!) and then their S/O acts so nonchalant about it like they didn't just slip their bf some tongue lmao! My only preferences are for Suna, Akaashi, and/or Sakusa but you can add more! 😉

HAIKYUU BOYS REACTIONS WHEN YOU CATCH THEM OFF GUARD WITH A PASSIONATE KISS

characters — timeskip!suna rintarō, akaashi keiji, sakusa kiyoomi, miya atsumu, iwaizumi hajime

a/n — warning ⚠️ suggestive I WAS SWEATING WRITING THUS OMG yuh get into it!!! yayyyyy time to write some making out mf <3

☾ SUNA you’d went to kiss him goodbye before practice, the gym hallway was fairly empty considering everyone was there already so as he leaned down to give you a quick peck, your fingers immediately tangled in his hair pulling him back against you, smirking against his mouth as you felt his breathing stutter a little, using the opportunity to push your tongue past his lips to glide against his own, before his hands gripped your waist tightly— his body moving closer to yours as you stumbled back before you felt his hand slowly trace its way up your stomach towards your neck, only choosing to pull away just as it reached your nape, you grinned as he whispered a “fuck.” under his breath, his lips swollen, hair messy and tip of his ears tinted red but as you turned with a “see you later, rin.” and a wink, you giggled as he rolls his eyes before trying to brush his hair back into place with a scoff “brat.”

☾ AKAASHI he’d grabbed you a coffee at the counter before he leaned over your body to place it down infront of you with a smile, you’d looked at him with a softer one in return “thank you keiji.” as you leaned in to give him a peck, admiring his gentle, unsuspecting expression before you crashed your lips back against his causing a surprised moan to fall from his lips but his mouth still seemed to move seamlessly against yours before he gently placed his hand on your shoulder as he pulled away, readjusting his glasses as he cleared his throat before looking around the cafe “uh, you’re welcome, love.” watching him slide into the seat opposite from you as his hand opened across the table for you to place yours on top, a smile and a small dusting of pink of his cheeks.

☾ SAKUSA he’d went to kiss you goodbye before he left for practice, his palm resting against your cheek gently as he leaned into give you a quick peck but his eyes widened almost comically when you grabbed his shirt and pulled him back, hands grabbing his curls as he whimpered into your mouth, his hand that was previously on your cheek moving to the back of your neck instead as his tongue messily slid along yours, chest pressed tightly against your body before he’s pulling away with shallow breathes as his half lidded eyes stared at yours, his cheeks flushed as he tsk’d before pulling on his mask hoping he could cover the growing redness, running a hand through his curls with a frustrated sigh “i’ll deal with you when i’m home.”

☾ ATSUMU youd walked him to the gym doors as he turned to give you a quick kiss as a goodbye that normally lingered a little longer than most, so you felt his lips stretch into a grin when you pulled him closer in favour of sliding your lips against his own, feeling your legs almost buckle as he groaned against you before pushing you against the wall in the hallway, words breathless as they’re exchanged between sloppy kisses “fuck angel, yer really pullin’ this before practice?” his hand hooking under your leg as he pulled it up around his waist, a moan coming from you as he brought his hand down on your thigh— a loud slap filling the silence as he moved to suck on your tongue with a loud groan and a raspy “so fuckin’ hot.” your hands tangling in his hair as his lips moved to your neck, sucking purple marks into the skin but you jumped when the gym doors slammed open “miya! in, now.” your eyes meeting iwaizumi’s cold glare at your boyfriend, a smirk on his now swollen lips as he left one last peck against your own “ya better watch me play extra good for ya, baby”

☾ IWAIZUMI you’d dropped him off at work, eyes trailing across his muscles as they bulged out his uniform, the colours looking amazing against his more tanned skin as he leaned over the centre console to give you a kiss goodbye. you grabbed his collar as your tongue swiped at his lower lip, a deep groan falling from his mouth as you swallowed it with your own moan— leaning over to meet him as he tried to grunt in protest but when his hands travelled to grab a handful of your ass you knew he was a goner. his free hand grabbing a fistful of your hair as he pulled at the roots, just hard enough for it not to hurt you too much as he bit at your lower lip before pulling away, his gaze dark and eyes narrowed but you only focused on the redness of his cheeks and neck, smirking at how wrecked he was over a kiss “shit, you better wait for me coming home, princess.” his deep, straight tone causing you to whimper, but you smirked watching him trip out the car before readjusting his sweats as he walked towards the gym.

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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hi !! congrats on 2k!!!! you deserve it! for the event can i get sakusa + choking? with anything else you might want to add in there! thank you and pls take care of yourself <3

hi ren!!! omg tysm 💘 ur such a huge inspo to me!! <3 and yes i went for yander and noncon too, hope u like it !

sakusa kyoomi x fem! reader [haikyuu]

wordcount: 700

tw/ choking, toxic relationships, yandere, noncon.

“Where were you?” 

You frooze. Sakusa stood silently in the dark hallway with a growing glare on his face. 

“I was out with friends, I am sorry I came home a little late.” 

“A little?” he walked into the living, the frown much more prominent under the white lights.  “You didn’t call, text, nothing.” his tone was grave, he was beyond pissed and he had every right to be. You were gone for such a long time.

“My phone died.”  

“Your phone died?” he pulled his smartphone out of his pockets and dialed your number. A tiny groan left his lips when your phone started ringing. 

“I-I can explain!” 

Dating Sakusa was...difficult. He wasn’t like other men, he was a lot harder to manage. At first, you thought the only obstacles which would come with dating him would be his germophobia. You expected that he would ask you to take more baths and clean more often. And you were okay with it, besides it was a good practice for you too. But soon, it was clear the entire relationship was a red flag.

“Who were you out with?” Sakusa asked, his voice lower and filled with dread. “I was just out with Sakura, you can even ask her! I was with her all the time.” 

Sakusa was a little, a lot possessive. He did not like you going out of the house, he did not like you talking to people other than him. He was fixed on you. Sometimes he treated you more like his little child rather than his girlfriend. 

He uttered your name shutting you up. He walked in closer and you took a step back. Sakusa’s eyes were darker and they held a hateful glint, he looked angry and disappointed. 

“Stop running away from me!” he threw his arm out, wrapping it around your delicate neck. Pushing you against the cold wall, he held you there while he towered over you. 

He looked down at you viciously, he vexxed eyes never leaving you for a second. 

Your hands automatically shot up, grabbing his, trying to push his heavy grip away. 

“You are making a fool out of yourself, stop.” he commanded but you continued to fight anyways. Sakusa chose to ignore you as he tightened his grips around your neck, 

“Why do you always have to do this? You can just fucking listen to me! I hate it when you don’t. I told you not to go out with that whore, I don’t trust her. Why don’t you ever listen to me dammit!” 

 For some reason, Sakusa was obsessed with the idea that your best friend since your childhood was a slut. He never liked her and insisted you stay away from her but there was no way you could actually do that to your sister-like best friend.

He clicked his tongue. “There’s so much I need to tell you,” he groaned. “But now...It’s not the time.” 

Since you refused to look up at him, you were able to catch a view of his sweats and his rock hard cock which was pressed against the cotton fabric. 

“I was so lonely when you left,” he almost moaned in your ear, increasing his grip on your neck even more. You felt like you were going to pass out. His other hand snaked down to his crotch, palming his erection. “You should not have done that.” He rasped in your ear. 

He lets go of your neck and pushes you onto the couch. You take a deep breath before speaking. You already know what’s coming to you but yet you ask, 

“If...I- I say no, will you stop?”

Sakusa looks at you for a second, giving you a fixed look. You take it as a no. 

He rips off your dress and shoves your panties aside. 

“Why would you wear that skimpy dress if you weren’t looking to get fucked? Won’t be surprised if this cunt is already used.” He shoves a finger into your hole and you gasp. 

Sakusa scoffs, “Guess not.” 

He plays with your pussy for a moment before lining his fat length to your tiny hole. With minimum prep he pushes his cock past your hole, tearing you into two. You cry at the pain as he defiles. 

Sakusa has a lot to do to you tonight, but he’d like to start with getting his dick wet.  

sakusa kiyoomi will subconsciously pull you closer when you’re sleeping next to him—even when he’s asleep. he’ll wrap his arms around your waist and breathe in your scent, because to him, you smell like home.

Strain. | Sakusa Kiyoomi + F!Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Chapter Warnings (18+): Consensual Non-Consent (CNC), Degradation, (mild) Dumbification, Slapping, (minimal) Choking, Impact Play, Creampie, Possessive!Kiyoomi.

All Characters Are Aged Up to Post-Timeskip! I do not condone any form of explicit writing including any underaged characters.

Author’s Note: Publishing this was nerve-wracking to say the least, but I will deem this the official debut of my account. I hope that this will be able to satisfy whoever may be reading and may I remind you again that any selected character I use in my work will always be aged up to post-timeskip. 

You were currently being forced into the meanest mating press by your husband.

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Sakusa Kiyoomi(Haikyuu)- Babysteps

A/N: this is inspired by that art of Sakusa holding bby sakusa by @/5takuhu1 uwu the line draft was already powerful enough but the finished version was simply *chef kiss*

Description: You and your husband spend some much needed alone time together to catch a break from parenting.

Warning: vaginal penetration, breeding kink, you two called each other mommy and daddy like, once

Word count: 3462

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The hallway was pitch black except for the faint glow under the door from the room at the very end.

“Sh… there you go…”

You rubbed your eyes as you gently pushed the door open, leaning on the wooden frame as you basked in this harmonious scene before you interrupt it. The crib that was meant for your young son looked even more miniature with your tall husband crouching next to it, his arm rocking it slowly as he slowly pulled away. His hair was tangled up and you looked down to see that he wasn’t even wearing his room slippers, and smiled.

Sakusa Kiyoomi had his doubts on whether he would make a decent father at first but after a year into parenthood, it would be blatant slander for anyone to say he didn’t love his child.

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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

obsessed w haikyuu smaus also sorry i havent written im moving houses and have no wifi and shitty data😁😁😁

i get that i havent written in a lot but pls make requests😢😢

Hello, i love your writing sm, u my fave writer atm! ❤️

With that said: car sex with Sakusa? 👀

Ahhh thank you so much!! You have immaculate taste because Sakusa + car sex? Yeah, you’re onto something 😩

Enjoy my lovely <333

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Anon Ask: Sakusa (NSFW)

The silence in the car wasn’t how the night started.

In fact, the ride began with fire.

“You’re unbelievable,” you seethed, gripping the edge of the seat with white-knuckled hands. Your body was turned halfway toward him, even as you stared furiously at the dashboard, shoulders tight and chest rising with sharp, shallow breaths. “Dragging me to that stupid event just to pretend we’re some picture-perfect couple? You barely even looked at me!”

Sakusa’s hands tightened around the steering wheel, knuckles pale against the black leather. His jaw flexed, a slow grind beneath smooth skin, eyes locked on the road but burning with restraint. “You said you wanted to be part of things. That was me including you.”

You scoffed and whipped your head toward him, brows pinched in disbelief. “Don’t act like you were doing me a favor. You stood across the room for an hour and didn’t say a word to me. Not even one.”

“I didn’t think I had to babysit you,” he snapped, his voice cold, cutting through the tension like a scalpel. His hands didn’t leave the wheel, but his fingers drummed once—sharp and anxious—before stilling.

Your mouth dropped open. You turned your whole body toward him now, arms crossed so tightly over your chest it looked like you were holding yourself back. “That’s not what I wanted, Kiyoomi. I just wanted to feel like I was actually with you, not standing on the outside of your perfect little world.”

His nostrils flared. “Oh, right,” he bit out, eyes still locked forward. “Because you’re the victim here. Because I’m the one who constantly pushes people away, right?”

You opened your mouth, then stopped yourself, your expression twisted in a mix of anger and disbelief. Your knee bounced—restless, fidgety—as you turned to glare out the passenger side window.

“Say it,” he growled after a beat. His voice dropped low, quiet and seething. “Say what you’re thinking.”

“I’m fucking thinking I should’ve stayed home,” you spat, voice tight with unshed tears and heat.

The car swerved slightly as Sakusa’s grip on the wheel tightened. His breathing came faster, more shallow. Then, without a word, he flicked the turn signal with a decisive snap and veered off onto a side road. Gravel crunched beneath the tires as he pulled into an empty lot with the aggressive stillness of someone holding back a scream.

He slammed the gear into park, the jolt throwing your body forward slightly in your seat. Then the engine cut. Complete silence fell.

He turned to face you slowly. His posture was rigid, tie loosened just enough to reveal the strong line of his throat. His chest heaved beneath his dress shirt. When he met your eyes, they burned.

“Backseat. Now.”

You blinked, breath caught in your throat. “What?”

His voice was low and unshaking. “You want honesty? You want attention? Get in the backseat and I’ll show you exactly how much I’ve been holding back.”

You stared at him for a moment, heart pounding so hard you could feel it in your fingertips. And then, without another word, you unbuckled and climbed over the console, limbs shaky, breath quick and tight.

He was right behind you.

The doors clicked locked as he slid in after you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back into him, lips crashing into yours with none of the finesse he usually carried. This wasn’t slow. This wasn’t soft. This was everything you’d been stewing in for the last hour coming to a boil.

You yanked at his suit jacket, fingers curling into the sleek fabric as he shrugged it off with a growl, leaving him in his dress shirt and loosened tie. Your nails dug into the starched cotton at his back as he pushed you down against the seat, slotting himself between your legs.

“You think I don’t want you there?” he growled, mouth hot against your neck. “You think I wasn’t losing my mind every time someone else looked at you tonight?”

You gasped, back arching. “You didn’t show it.”

“No,” he muttered, dragging his teeth along your jaw, “because if I did, I wouldn’t have made it through the damn dinner without taking you apart under the table.”

Clothes were shoved aside, breaths lost in the fogging windows. Your moans tangled with the storm still raging between you, every movement fueled by frustration and desire, until it was all the same heat.

His tie was the first thing he reached for after his shirt was undone, tugging it free from his collar with one hand while his other stayed braced beneath your thigh. He looped it behind your neck, tugging you forward by the silk until your lips collided again, the fabric tightening slightly as he pulled. The pressure was intoxicating.

“You want my attention?” he rasped, panting against your lips, “You have all of it now. Every last fucking bit.”

You whimpered as his hands pushed your underwear to the side, fingers brushing over your soaked heat with maddening slowness. His eyes flicked up to meet yours as he slid two fingers inside, curling just enough to make your spine arch.

“I should’ve done this the second you started running your mouth in the car,” he muttered, voice low and ragged. “Should’ve bent you over the hood and fucked that attitude right out of you.”

Your hips rocked down against his hand, breath hitching with every motion. “Then stop talking,” you whispered, “and do it.”

Something cracked.

He pulled his fingers out, slick and slow, only to unbuckle his belt with one hand and tug you forward by the tie with the other. He kissed you like he was trying to erase the fight from your memory—teeth and tongue, bruising and desperate.

You barely had time to brace yourself before he lined up and pushed in with one slow, devastating thrust. Your back arched off the seat, a moan torn from your throat as he filled you completely.

His forehead dropped to yours.

“Keep looking at me,” he ordered. “You wanted to feel it? Feel this.”

He started to move, hard and deep, each thrust grinding your hips against the cushion, the car rocking gently with each snap of his body into yours. The windows fogged, your moans echoing off the leather and glass, drowned out only by the rain hammering the roof above you.

Sakusa’s hand slid up your stomach, under your shirt, pushing the fabric up until your bra was bunched against your ribs. His mouth found your chest, biting, licking, marking with open-mouth kisses that burned.

Every snap of his hips was frustration, every groan was something he hadn’t said earlier, and every time he gripped your thighs tighter was a reminder: you belonged to him.

Your orgasm hit fast—unforgiving, white-hot. Your vision blurred as your body tightened, clutching at him with everything you had.

He didn’t stop.

He kept moving through it, chasing his own release, one hand holding your hip, the other still gripping that tie like a leash.

When he came, it was with a low, wrecked groan into the crook of your neck, his body pressed so tightly against yours you could barely breathe.

Later, when you lay tangled together in the backseat, breathless and wrecked, Sakusa pulled you against his chest, still panting.

“Next time,” he murmured into your hair, “you stay by my side.”

You let out a breathless laugh. “Only if you actually look at me.”

He kissed your temple, lips finally soft. “Deal.”

Favourite Positions: Sakusa

Sakusa Kiyoomi had never liked mess.

He wasn’t fond of anything sticky, anything uncontrolled, anything that demanded he surrender to chaos.

And sex, by nature, was a little chaotic.

But with you—it wasn’t. With you, it was something else. Something he could control, savor, memorize.

And when you sat on his face?

It became his favorite thing in the world.

You’d asked him, once—quietly, maybe even shyly—if he wanted to try it. You’d been hesitant, even as you knelt over him on the bed, thighs trembling with anticipation. But Sakusa hadn’t hesitated.

He had only looked up at you with those dark, focused eyes and said, “Sit.”

And now?

Now, your thighs were trembling around his head.

His hands were firm around them, fingers digging into your skin, guiding your hips as you rocked against his mouth. His curls were damp with sweat and slick. His jaw worked with slow, punishing precision.

Every time his tongue dragged up between your folds, he flattened it against your clit and flicked—just once, just enough to make your body twitch—and then he did it again.

And again.

And again.

You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t speak. Your hands were buried in the sheets behind you, hips tilted forward as he held you steady, held you still, held you open.

"Kiyoomi—" you gasped, but it was barely a whisper.

He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. His mouth was too busy—working you apart, slow and relentless, tongue curling, lips sealing around you with devastating pressure. He sucked you down, drew another sharp moan from your throat, and when you twitched above him, tried to lift off just a little—

His grip tightened.

“Don’t move,” he rasped against you, voice low, strained, and muffled by the heat of your cunt. "I’m not done yet."

Your breath caught.

You could barely hold yourself up. Your legs were shaking violently, muscles screaming, your entire body flushed with heat. You were soaked. You could feel it dripping down your thighs, clinging to his cheeks, smearing against his lips.

And he was loving it.

He groaned into you, hands pulling you down harder, deeper, locking you into place as his tongue fucked into you—slow, deep, precise. He was savoring you.

You sobbed. Loud, wrecked, desperate.

“I—I can’t—Kiyoomi—”

His only response was a low moan, like he was addicted to the taste of you, to the way you sounded. His nose was pressed against your clit, tongue working deeper, messier now, grinding slow and firm until your thighs were twitching with every stroke.

Your vision blurred. The knot in your stomach pulled tighter, tighter, too tight.

And then—

You broke.

You came with a scream, hips jerking, grinding into his face as your orgasm crashed through you in one white-hot wave. Your whole body locked up, the pleasure too intense, too much, almost unbearable.

But Sakusa didn’t stop.

Not even when your thighs started to shake uncontrollably.

Not even when you whimpered, “Please,” so softly it was barely sound.

He shifted the angle of his mouth, focused entirely on your clit now, his tongue flicking rapidly, pressure sharp and steady. His hands held you down as your entire body jolted with overstimulation.

You cried out again, voice cracking, hands flying forward to claw at his hair, at the headboard, anything you could reach.

He was going to make you come again.

And he did.

The second orgasm was worse. Sharper. It tore through you like lightning, and you couldn’t even scream this time—you just gasped, mouth open, eyes wide, legs clamping tight around his head as you sobbed through it.

And still—he didn’t stop.

Your body shook. Collapsed. Melted into his mouth.

Only when your hips bucked too hard—when your voice gave out entirely, when your whole body spasmed in his hold—did he finally relent.

He kissed your inner thigh once, slow and deliberate, then another kiss to your slick, swollen folds, almost reverent. You slumped forward, collapsing onto the bed, shaking.

Sakusa pushed himself up slowly, eyes dark and unreadable, curls stuck to his forehead. His face was soaked. His lips were flushed, chin wet with you, and he looked completely ruined.

And satisfied.

He crawled up beside you, his hand gentle on your hip.

“Still breathing?” he murmured, voice hoarse.

You could only nod, barely.

He leaned down and kissed your shoulder, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses along your spine.

“You’re going to do that again,” he said simply, like it wasn’t a question.

And in that moment, you knew he’d found his favorite position.

Haii this is the first time I ever make a request but I really liked your content <3 can you make like sex w Kiyoomi after his gf (afab) opened up about being insecure about her flat chest? Please 🙏 I don't know how specific I should be, but I imagine him like touching and kissing more in that area after that, or just worshipping her body in general. I hope I'm not too greedy if I also ask for raw lol 😭. Also, I'm taking the opportunity to ask you: do you prefer people to be more specific with their prompts or just leave it up to you to decide? Okay that's all. I hope you're having a great day! :] and sorry if I made a mistake in my writing 🙏 (english isn't my first language). Take care, muah <33

Hiii!! 🥺💕

First of all—thank you so much for sending in your first request, that means so much to me!! And your English is absolutely perfect, don’t worry at all 💗 I totally understood everything you meant!

Also?? Your idea??? So beautiful and gentle and emotional—yes. I adore how you imagined him paying extra attention and offering that soft, grounding kind of reassurance. It fits him so well.

You’re not being greedy at all!! It’s all ready for you lolol 🫶 I hope it makes you feel warm and loved. And to answer your question: I love when people share specific ideas like this!! But I’m also totally happy to run wild with a vague prompt too—whatever’s most comfortable for you!

Thank you again for trusting me with such a tender piece, muah 💋💞 --

There’s a tremble in your voice when you say it, quiet and shy beneath the warmth of his sheets. You’re curled against his side, wearing one of his long-sleeved shirts, sleeves too big, hem hanging just past your thighs. The room is quiet. Gentle. Dimly lit.

“I know it’s stupid, but... sometimes I wish I had more. There.”

Your fingers hover near your chest like they don’t belong to you, like you’re embarrassed for even bringing it up. You don’t look at him when you say it.

But Sakusa looks at you.

More than that—he sees you.

He doesn’t interrupt, doesn’t dismiss it with a compliment or try to fix what isn’t broken. He waits. Lets you say it all. And then, after a beat of silence, he shifts.

“Can I show you something?” he asks, voice low, tender. When you nod, he leans in—soft, reverent—and kisses your collarbone first. Then just above your heart. Then lower.

His hands find the hem of his shirt you’re wearing, and when you give him permission, he pulls it off slowly, like unwrapping something fragile.

He kisses the top of your chest, then the dip between, then lower still, mouth brushing over skin with careful intention.

“I like this part of you,” he murmurs. “I always have.”

You shiver. He’s not in any rush. His lips explore everything slowly, reverently, thumbs smoothing over your ribs, fingertips grazing soft skin like he wants to memorize you.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, not like a compliment, but a truth he’s always known.

When he finally presses himself to you, everything is slow. Heated, but gentle. He’s raw tonight, in the most intimate way. There’s nothing rushed or rough about it. Just skin, warmth, the low rasp of your name in his mouth.

And when he looks down at you, eyes half-lidded, breath shaking, he says it again.

“You’re more than enough.”

Over and over again, with every kiss. Every touch. Every slow, deep thrust of his hips. Until the only thing you can feel is the weight of his love and the heat building between you, quiet and unrelenting.

He holds your hands. Nuzzles into your neck. Cradles you like you’re everything.

And you are.

To him, you always have been.

Rivalry: Sakusa

The camera clicks, the flash reflecting off the sheen of sweat on Sakusa Kiyoomi’s face as he stares down at you from behind his mask. Even in victory, there’s a sharpness to him, a quiet tension crackling beneath his cool exterior, and it’s aimed directly at you.

“Your defense wasn’t as sharp as usual tonight. Were you struggling to keep up, or was there another reason for the misreads?” you begin, voice steady as your pen glides across your notepad.

The press conference room is thick with anticipation, the air charged with a static-like tension. Reporters lean forward in their seats, pens poised, some shifting uncomfortably while others exchange intrigued glances. The bright overhead lights cast stark shadows on the players, emphasizing the sharpness of Sakusa’s features as he stares you down. They know what you’re doing. More importantly, he knows what you’re doing.

Sakusa’s gaze narrows slightly. Sakusa’s gaze doesn’t waver. "I adjusted to their offense. If that looked like struggling to you, maybe you should take another look at the final score."

You don’t relent. “I'm aware of your team's victory, Sakusa-san. Are you relying too much on your teammates?”

The silence stretches longer this time. You know you’re poking the bear. Sakusa is known for his perfectionism, for his unshakable self-discipline, and you’re prodding at the cracks just to see if they’re there.

A muscle in his jaw ticks, but his voice stays even. "If trusting my teammates to do their jobs is a problem, then maybe you don’t understand how a team sport works."

The room seemed to inhale at once, a murmur rippling through the crowd. Some reporters exchanged knowing glances, while others scribbled frantically in their notebooks, sensing that this was the kind of soundbite that would be making headlines by morning. Cameras clicked in rapid succession, the bright flashes punctuating the thick tension in the air. A few journalists whispered to each other, gauging the reaction of the MSBY players, but none of them spoke up to break the moment.

Atsumu let out a low whistle, leaning back in his chair. Bokuto, who had been grinning just moments before, straightened slightly, his golden eyes flicking between you and Sakusa like he had just caught wind of something interesting. Even Meian, typically unfazed by media antics, raised an eyebrow at the way Sakusa’s fingers curled slightly against the table, his entire frame wound tight as if forcing himself to stay still.

You? You simply smirked, tapping your pen against your notebook before lifting your chin slightly. "No further questions."

That pisses him off more than anything. Because he knows—he knows—you got exactly what you wanted.

Sakusa clenched his jaw, his nostrils flaring just slightly beneath his mask. It wasn’t just the question that irritated him—it was the way you delivered it, the way you smirked, the way you dismissed him like you had already gotten what you needed and he was no longer worth your time. The fact that you didn’t even look at him again as other reporters jumped in with their far more standard, predictable questions made something coil tight in his chest.

Sakusa forced himself to focus on the next question, but his grip on the microphone was just a little too firm, and the only thing he could hear was the sound of your pen scratching against paper as you took notes from the other players, like he wasn’t even worth your time anymore.

From then he knew who you were.

Knows your name, your face, the way your voice always cuts straight through to him no matter how many journalists crowd these post-match briefings. You’re a nuisance, an irritant, and yet—he never ignores your questions. Never brushes them off with the indifference he grants others.

You challenge him. And deep down, you both know he likes it.

~~

The first time you wrote about Sakusa Kiyoomi, your article had been direct and biting, dissecting his play with ruthless precision. Where others hailed his natural talent, you highlighted the flaws—the inconsistency in his service pressure, the occasional lapse in his blocking reads. Not to degrade him, but because you saw the potential for more. And apparently, so did he.

Since then, every time you covered an MSBY match, there was an unspoken expectation—he knew you'd be watching, and you knew he'd be playing to prove you wrong. But it wasn’t just that.

Sakusa remembers the very first time he noticed you. The first time you called him out in a press conference, your voice cutting through the noise like a blade, sharp and deliberate. He remembers how his fingers clenched under the table, how the irritation simmered low in his chest—not because of what you said, but because it made him feel something. It should’ve been just another question, just another reporter, but it wasn’t.

And it never has been since.—he knew you'd be watching, and you knew he'd be playing to prove you wrong. Over time, the rivalry evolved into something else, lingering in the way his gaze would flicker toward you during games or how his answers in press conferences were always a little sharper when you were the one asking the questions. Something neither of you had acknowledged.

The away game had been intense, but MSBY had emerged victorious. The final set had been a test of endurance, forcing the team to dig deep against an opponent determined to push them to their limits. The last point had come from a perfectly executed block—Sakusa reading the setter and shutting down the cross-court spike with a decisive palm. The crowd erupted, the whistle blew, and the scoreboard solidified their win.

Post-game adrenaline still ran through Sakusa’s veins as he walked into the media room alongside his teammates, their jerseys still damp with sweat. The moment they sat down at the press table, cameras flashed, and the room filled with a cacophony of voices as reporters fired off questions left and right.

“Your blocks were key in the third set! How did you adjust so quickly?”

“What do you think made the biggest difference against the opposing team’s hitters?”

“Your receives looked more inconsistent compared to last game. Do you think fatigue played a factor?”

Meian, as captain, answered first, offering the usual post-match reflections on team effort and strategy. Bokuto, beaming from ear to ear, leaned into the microphone and laughed about how ‘every game should be that intense!’ Hinata, still buzzing, nodded along, interjecting whenever he got the chance.

Sakusa answered each question he was asked with measured precision, keeping his responses brief but informative. He had done enough press to know how to maneuver through them without revealing much.

Then, a voice cut through the chaos.

“Shinohara was dominating the net in the second set, and you looked like you were scrambling to keep up. Would you say he got the better of you?”

Sakusa’s eyes snapped to the crowd of reporters, and there you were—standing among them, notebook in hand, your expression composed but sharp. The same way it had been earlier, when you had watched him from the sidelines and smirked before scribbling something down.

“Or was it frustration? Because from where I was sitting, it looked like you were second-guessing your reads more than usual. Did he force you to change your approach?”

The room held its breath, the shift in atmosphere nearly tangible. A few reporters traded quick looks, some leaning forward slightly, eager to see how Sakusa would respond. The usual rustling of notepads and scribbling of pens slowed, all eyes trained on the exchange.

His jaw tightened, fingers pressing into the table with restrained force. "Is that what you saw?" His voice was cool, but there was something simmering beneath it, like a rope pulled too tight. The question wasn’t dismissive—it was a challenge. He adjusted his mask, fingers pressing into the fabric before exhaling slowly. “I was focused. Not frustrated.”

You smiled, slow and deliberate, the kind that said you knew exactly what you were doing. That you had dragged him into this, and he had walked right into it. Without another word, you lowered your pen and let the other reporters take over, shifting their questions toward Meian and Bokuto instead.

At the table, Atsumu and Bokuto shared a look.

“Didja see that?” Atsumu muttered under his breath.

Bokuto grinned. “Oh yeah.”

Sakusa ignored them, but he could feel their eyes on him, burning with interest.

The banquet hall is grand, an opulent display of polished marble floors and cascading chandeliers that bathe the room in warm, golden light. The scent of decadent dishes—slow-roasted meats, rich pastas, fresh seafood—intertwines with the subtle notes of fine wine and aged whiskey. Servers weave gracefully through the throngs of athletes, journalists, and executives, their trays balancing crystal goblets and plates laden with gourmet delicacies. The atmosphere is both relaxed and electric, the hum of voices, bursts of laughter, and the occasional clink of silverware against porcelain blending into an effortless symphony of post-match revelry. It was a post-match tradition for away games—a chance for players, staff, and members of the media to unwind.

At the MSBY table, Sakusa swirled his drink lazily in his glass, only half-listening to the conversation between his teammates.

“You got grilled again,” Bokuto laughed, nudging him. “Man, she’s relentless.”

“Pretty sure she enjoys making your life difficult,” Meian added, smirking over the rim of his beer.

Hinata grins. “She really goes for you in those press conferences. Think she’s got a thing for you?”

Sakusa scoffs, setting his drink down. “Doubtful.”

Atsumu, who has been watching the exchange with growing amusement, leans in, eyes glinting with mischief. “Nah, I think you got a thing for her.”

Sakusa tenses, shooting him a glare. “Shut up.”

“Oooh, he didn’t deny it,” Bokuto teases, laughing as he throws an arm around Hinata’s shoulders. “Kiyo, you like the attention, don’t you?”

Meian shakes his head. “I’d believe that if he wasn’t always so pissy after talking to her.”

Sakusa exhales sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “She’s just doing her job.”

Atsumu grins. “So are you, but ya sure get all riled up when she’s around.”

He doesn’t have a response to that. Not one he wants to say out loud, anyway.

His teammates exchange looks, sensing that the teasing has gotten under his skin more than usual. But before any of them can make another comment, Sakusa stands abruptly.

“Where are you going?” Hinata asks, blinking up at him.

Sakusa doesn’t answer. Instead, his gaze flickers across the room—to the bar, where you’re seated, nursing a drink while scrolling through your phone. His fingers tighten around his glass.

Atsumu follows his line of sight and grins. “Ah. Interesting.”

Sakusa ignores him and walks off.

You notice him before he even reaches the bar, that unmistakable presence making your pulse pick up just slightly.

He slides onto the stool beside you, his mask now tucked under his chin. You glance at him, raising an eyebrow. "You’re hovering."

He mirrors your words from earlier, tone dry. "I haven’t said anything yet."

"You’re about to."

Sakusa exhales through his nose, gaze flickering briefly toward the drink in your hand before settling back on you. The air between you is thick, the usual sharpness in his stare now laced with something else—something unreadable.

You tilt your head slightly, letting the silence stretch just a little longer before speaking again. "You seemed irritated earlier."

"I wonder why."

You smirk. "I’d say it’s part of my job, but you already know that."

Sakusa doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he leans back against the bar, fingers tapping idly against his glass. "You enjoy it, don’t you? Getting under my skin."

"If it gets me the truth, then yeah."

His jaw tightens slightly at that, and for a second, you think he might say something else. But instead, he just watches you, eyes dark, expression unreadable.

You swirl the last of your drink in your glass, tilting your head as you watch him. Then, with a half-smirk, you say it—mostly as a joke. "You know, if you’re that desperate to defend yourself, I could offer you a private interview."

You don’t expect anything to come of it. In fact, you’re already preparing for him to scoff and dismiss the idea entirely.

But instead, Sakusa blinks, his fingers pausing on his glass. "When?"

That one word nearly makes you choke on your own drink. You open your mouth, close it, then recover with a casual shrug. "My recorder’s upstairs."

His gaze sharpens. "You’re still looking for an angle."

You shrug. "I’m looking for an answer."

Sakusa exhales, slow and measured, before finally nodding. "Fine. Let’s go." Neither of you move for a second. Then, as if pulled by an invisible thread, you both stand at the same time. The air between you tightens with something unspoken, something neither of you are willing to name yet.

Across the room, Meian lets out a low whistle. "Well, would you look at that."

Atsumu elbows Bokuto, barely able to contain his excitement. "Oh my god, Kiyoomi is getting some."

You weren’t expecting him to agree so easily, but you mask your surprise, finishing your drink before sliding off the stool. The walk out of the banquet hall is silent, the tension between you threading tighter with every step. You don’t look at him as you press the elevator button, and he doesn’t look at you when the doors slide open.

But the weight of his presence lingers, undeniable and electric.

The two of you walk toward the elevators in silence, but it isn’t awkward. It’s charged, simmering beneath the surface. Neither of you say a word, but every step forward feels deliberate, like a move in a game neither of you are willing to lose. The walk is silent, tension threading between you, thick with something unspoken.

The moment the door to your hotel room clicks shut behind you, the atmosphere shifts—becomes something heavier, charged. The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts elongated shadows along the sleek, modern furnishings, bathing the space in an intimate warmth. The distant murmur of the city beyond the window seems inconsequential compared to the weight of the silence stretching taut between you and Sakusa. Sakusa doesn’t move immediately. He lingers near the entrance, his hand still resting lightly on the door handle, as if debating whether he should turn around and walk away. A flicker of hesitation ghosts across his face—so brief that most wouldn’t catch it, but you do.

Why is he here?

The easy answer is the interview. But deep down, he knows that’s not the truth. It hasn’t been for a while. You get under his skin in ways no one else does, and despite how much it infuriates him, he’s still here, standing in your hotel room, waiting for a reason not to be.

But you don’t give him one. Sakusa doesn’t move immediately, just lingers near the entrance, as if deciding whether he regrets agreeing to this. You, on the other hand, are already setting your recorder on the desk, flipping open your notebook with practiced ease. There’s no hesitation in your movements, no indication that you’d been thinking about the way he reacted back in the press conference.

But he knows you have.

He watches as you click your pen once, twice, before finally meeting his gaze. "Take a seat, Sakusa-san."

His jaw flexes, but he steps further into the room, pulling out the chair across from you with just a little more force than necessary. The scrape of the wood against the floor is sharp, punctuating the air between you. He doesn’t slouch, doesn’t let himself sink into the seat—no, he sits with his back straight, arms crossed, like he’s bracing for impact.

You hit record.

"So, let’s start with the game," you begin, voice even, measured. "Despite your win, Shinohara’s attack percentage was noticeably higher than yours. Do you think his presence on the court pushed you to your limits?"

Sakusa exhales slowly through his nose, jaw tensing. "He’s a strong player, but I wouldn’t say he ‘pushed me to my limits.’ I adjusted accordingly."

"You adjusted, but his success rate didn’t drop. So was the issue with your defense, or was he just the better player tonight?"

A pause. A sharp inhale from Sakusa. The muscle in his jaw twitches again.

"I don’t recall losing."

You tilt your head slightly. "That doesn’t answer my question."

Sakusa’s fingers curl against his arms, his nails pressing into the fabric of his sleeves. His eyes narrow, but there’s something else there too—something almost like intrigue beneath the irritation.

"If you’re looking for a soundbite, you’re not getting one."

You smirk, tapping your pen against your notebook. "Oh, I already got one."

His eyes flicker over your face, scanning, analyzing, before his irritation shifts into something else. Something darker. More intent.

The recorder sits between you, capturing every word, but neither of you are really thinking about the interview anymore. The weight of the tension settles thick in the air, lingering in the space between your crossed arms and his unwavering stare.

Sakusa exhales through his nose. "Next question."

You hesitate.

It’s barely a second—just long enough for your fingers to falter on your notepad, for your breath to catch as you take in the weight of his stare. And he sees it.

That single moment of doubt.

It fuels him more than anything else.

But you both know—this interview isn’t ending the way it was supposed to. He leans against the edge of the bed, arms crossed, watching you like he’s waiting for you to make the first move.

“So,” you start, keeping your voice even. “How do you think the game went?”

He exhales sharply through his nose. “You saw it.”

“I want to hear it from you.”

Sakusa leans forward slightly. “You always want to hear it from me.”

You smile. The room feels smaller now, the air heavier. “That’s my job.”

“Is it?”

You hesitate, fingers tightening slightly around your notepad. There’s something in his tone that makes your pulse jump. “You tell me.”

For the first time, his mask is completely gone—not just the physical one, but the carefully measured distance he keeps between himself and the world. His gaze dips to your lips for half a second before snapping back up, something sharp and intent in his expression.

And then, he’s moving.

That night, nothing else matters. Not the rivalry, not the press, not the game. Just Sakusa Kiyoomi and the way he finally lets go—just for you.