Immediately, as soon as your first words are uttered over the recording video, Rintaro’s booms down the hallway. You laugh and smack your hand on the counter, trying to keep it as quiet as you can as you hear him continue to yell.
“THE FUCK YOU THINK THIS IS? WE’RE LOCKED IN, WHAT THE FUCK!” Socked feet barrel down the hall and you’re quick to hide the camera behind a bottle of mouthwash. His body quickly comes into the frame, chest puffed out and hands on his hips. “You got something you want to tell me?”
You pull your lips down in thought before shaking your head, “no. I don’t think so. I didn’t even know you were home.”
“Oh!” He says dramatically, clapping his hands together. “So you’re just always talking about dumping me to your little Internet friends?”
“Only in my fantasies,” you hum, tossing your arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his cheek. He pouts, and you giggle and kiss him again, “but if I ever do decide to dump you, I promise you’ll be the first to know.”
This, has him blinking unamused at you. Then, his hands leap up to grab your cheeks, and he pulls you in for a loud, wet kiss, his lips pressing kisses over your laughing mouth, teeth, and lips. “Listen to me.”
“Rinnie!”
“No. Shush. Listen to me.” He pulls back and rests his head against yours, hands still squishing your cheeks. “I have shit out an engagement ring for you. I have your name tattooed on me. I got clawed to death by your rat fuck cat, and I have a shirt with your face on it that I wear when I go out. We’ve shared a toothbrush, you pinch my nipple when I’m showering, you text me and ask me if I’ve pooped, and I know damn well you take ugly pictures of me when I’m sleeping.”
“Your point?”
His nostrils flare, “you so much as THINK this relationship is ending, I’m going to tattle on you.”
“Oh, please-“
“To Komori.”
This, has you paling, and you nod softly and gently grab his shoulders, “no, okay, you’re right, you’re right baby, I’m sorry.” He nods as you press a kiss to his lips, “but in all seriousness-“
“Oh, I’m serious, too.”
You snicker, “in my seriousness, I’m never going to leave you.” You flash your engagement ring to the camera and purse your lips out, and he smiles down at you. “who else is going to poop out a ring, then lie to the salesman about why we’re returning it, and get me a new one, hmm?”
“Thankfully, I’m the only one who will.” He kisses your forehead, then looks at you with sad eyes. “We’re locked in?”
“Yeah baby,” you giggle, kissing his nose. “We’re locked in.”
you sat in front of your small desk mirror, putting on your pearl heart-shaped earrings. you were getting ready for your date with issei matsukawa, who stood behind the mirror, watching you with nothing but pure love and adoration in his eyes.
from your focused expression paired with your little tongue sticking out in complete concentration, he could only think about what a cute girlfriend he has..
matsukawa reaches over to pinch one of your cheeks. "you're so adorable." he says. you huff, a small pout forming on your lips. "issei, don't distract me."
he lets go of your pinched cheek, hearing you mutter a small "thank you" in response.
❥ — omg thinking abt suna with a s/o is just too cute, he would laugh at your whining and failed attempts to lazily swat his camera away from your sleepy face. "Sorry doll, you just look so cute when your tired y'know?" He'll say softly before pressing a kiss to the side of your head that was resting on this shoulder.
"Go ahead and take a nap on me pretty girl, I'll just show you the cute photos I took of you later mkay?" You tiredly hit his forearm as you mumbled something, "What was that baby?" "Said I hate you, dummy." He let out a chuckle before taking your hand in his, lifting up to his lips to kiss the back of your hand.
"Yeah yeah I love you too, get some sleep f'me pretty."
effective communication hasn't always been his strong suit, but when it comes to you; he tries pretty hard. and he thinks he's doing a good job.
well, he isn't too sure.
tsukishima has always been someone who is quick and to the point, both through is words and actions. efficiency is one of his best qualities, after all. lately, however, his sentences have not come out as confident, the eloquence of his words seeming to slip away.
you're in his head, in his thoughts. he's seeing you everywhere he looks. on the bus ride to work, he notices a woman holding a bouquet, stems lazily draped across her arms.
those are her favorite, right?
at the museum, he notices a painting of cherry blossoms near the entrance, that he swears wasn't there before.
she would love this, should i take a photo?
after a tough practice, muscles sore and skin sticky with sweat, the first thing he thinks about is how great it would be to hear your voice, even for a few minutes. but, would you want that?
for the past few weeks, the two of you have been talking more than usual. texting frequently and consistently, even calling from time to time. tsukishima isn't sure if you're doing it to be friendly, or if you feel the same way that he does. every moment spent not thinking about you, he thinks about his feelings for you and your relationship. considering confessing, backing out before he hits send, just to pace around the room again. the cycle continues.
zipping up his bag and fumbling with his car keys, he lets his overflowing emotions bubble over.
can i call you tonight?
commuting home, tsukishima's stomach twists in knots. fear taking over, washing over his body. he feels hot, his stomach aches, and begins to second guess his actions. by the time he hops out of the shower, he has fully convinced himself that you hate him, want nothing to do with him, that you're just talking to him to be nice.
sure, when are you free? :)
he smiles and feels like he can breathe again. hitting call, he lays on the floor, facing the ceiling fan. counting one, two, three spins of the blades until your voice rings through the speaker.
"hi, kei. how was your day?"
he smiles wide, and immediately turns red. even if you can't see him, he feels as if you can. clearing his throat he presses the speakerphone button and sets you on the carpet next to his head.
"hey. it was okay, how was yours?"
closing his eyes as you begin your story, he feels relief. the lonely feeling that was with him all day melts away with each word you speak. adding in his thoughts here and there, voice low and hushed, as if he was nervous someone would hear the two of you.
i could listen to you all day.
you roll over on your side, hiding a giggle at the lack of words from the other end. what you do hear, loud and clear, is the tap tap tap of tsukishima's fingertips on the volleyball he must be fidgeting with.
yawning, you grab the phone and pull it closer to you as you tuck yourself under the covers, trying to imagine him next to you.
"kei, i'm getting a little sleepy," you mumble, pulling the cover up a little more.
no, no, no-
"no, don't go i-" words rushed, you hear a rustle on the other end, and what you think is the sound of the volleyball from earlier bouncing across the floor. "i-i mean, if you need to go-"
"i think i can stay a little longer, if that's okay with y-"
"yes, o-of course. please stay," the last words mumbled, you barely catch what he says. your heart flutters.
"hey?" you grab your phone, taking yourself off of speaker.
"yeah?"
his mind is running, words bubbling up and out of his mouth before he can stop himself.
"do you think we could see each other sometime? there's a really nice painting at the museum i would love to show you," he spits out, everything jumbled and strung together. cringing at himself, he prepares himself for the worst.
"i would love to, kei. call me tomorrow?"
smiling even wider than before, but this time he isn't afraid of anyone noticing. he doesn't care, the prettiest girl in the entire world wants to spend time with him.
suna is a popular faceless streamer/youtuber, during a stream he mistakenly out his crush on you. you also being poplar streamer, word travels fast. you start messaging each other and your friendship grows, but problems arise when he “reveals” what he looks like.
synopsis: a collection of five drabbles showcasing the five love languages with a very soft, very playful, (and mildly horny) sakusa kiyoomi.
part of my domestic!sakusa series
quality time (see: talking shit together)
"—and he had the nerve to tell me that my serves would be easy to return! as if i didn't get more service aces than him in our last game! and then," he scoffs," atsumu tried to tell me that i had—"
you peak your head from behind the curtain, "pass me my razor?"
without missing a beat, he stands from his seat on the toilet lid, reaching over the sink to grab your razor and gently placing it in your outstretched hand, "this one, right?"
he doesn't know why he asked, he knows everything about you; of course he got it right. you nod in confirmation, leaning forward to give him a quick peck to show your gratitude, with sakusa eagerly closing that gap.
you smile warmly at him, your head disappearing behind the curtain once again, "continue."
"right—" sakusa scoffs for a second time he remembers his train of thought, "—atsumu tried to tell me that my spiking was off when he's literally the setter!"
your head pokes out from behind the shower curtain in surprise, brows pulled together in displeasure, "that's such bullshit—he's the setter, so he has to adjust to you!"
"that's what i told him!" you shake your head, popping behind the shower curtain to finish up your routine and turn the water off, "see, babe? you get it."
you get me, he thinks to add.
upon hearing the silence from the shower head, he prepares your towel, waiting for you at one end of the tub.
god, he can never get used to the sight of your naked body, and he has to physically turn his head away to prevent himself from blushing. using the towel, he engulfs your body in the fabric, helping you step out onto the dry floor.
"he talks all that game about being the best, but can't follow through. embarrassing. couldn't be you, baby." he hums at the praise, leaning down to peck your lips out of instinct.
he follows you to the bedroom, spinning around when you drop your towel to get dressed, so you don't call him a perv for peaking. he continues on about his day, sharing every detail he can recall without missing a beat.
he doesn't, however, tell you that tonight would be the sixth time he turned down drinks with the guys under the guise of being tired.
he'd been too flustered to admit to his teammates that he just wanted to spend time with you, even if that meant doing nothing at all. you, his best friend. you, the love of his life. you, who gets him.
as he watches you moisturize your face, he decides that these quiet moments with you are worth more than he could ever deserve, that these moments are what make his life so colorful.
the thought of spending the rest his evenings with you weighs heavy on his heart. perhaps, even the rest of his life.
he smiles when you call atsumu a bitch.
come tomorrow morning, he'll have to pay a visit to the jewelry shop.
physical touch (see: lying to keep you in bed with him)
sunlight bleeds through the dark curtains, illuminating your cozy bedroom with a soft, honey sheen.
including you.
you'd call him a pervert if you caught him, staring at you so shamelessly. sprawled on his bare chest, the rhymic rising and falling of your lungs makes his heart speed up, the outline of your figure under the duvet making makes something stir within him.
he wants to stay here with you forever, but he'll settle for just another hour or two.
as if connected by some psychic path, you stir awake, drowsy pupils finding his, "what time is it?" your groggy voice calls out.
he brushes a thumb over your cheek, "it's early," he lies, holding you tighter, "we can stay a bit longer."
the sleepy smile that adorns your face fills kiyoomi with adoration.
yeah, you can stay a bit longer.
words of affirmation (see: shameless flirting)
despite the privacy of the vip section, chaos and discord swirls about the two of you.
the pressure of your body on his thigh delivers a comforting warmth that sakusa finds solace in. a bulky arm wraps around your center for grounding, the weight of your plush figure drowning out any distractions this grimy club may offer. rum tequila and peach ciroc make his veins heavy with desire, your presence no longer being an anchor to him, but a temptation.
husky, calloused hands travel over the exposed flesh of your thigh, greedily feeling up whatever parts of you he can reach, sneakily inching your skimpy dress higher and higher, your legs tucked between his.
"my pretty girl," he rasps into the shell of your ear, soft lips lightly brushing over your skin, "have i told you just how divine you are?"
"a few times," you lie, tracing a manicured finger along the sharpness of his jawline. he's told you more times than you can count, your beauty apparently becoming an anesthetic to him, but you figure you can string him along for a little while longer, "remind me anyways?"
eyes dropping into an lustful gaze, he grins at your flirting, palms still rubbing smooth circles in the meat of your thigh, "my precious baby," he murmurs, "your body is a wonderland to me, but i love the shape of your mind best. god, you’re the only woman for me, the only thing i need in this life is you,” you feel something twitch against your leg as kiyoomi’s voice drops an octave lower, “you drive me absolutely crazy, angel, but i’m my best self with you by my side.”
humming in appreciation at his words, you plant a fat kiss on his rosy cheeks, “if i didn’t know any better—" your sultry voice sounds like a symphony to him, "—i’d think you’re trying to seduce me, ki.”
“mm, i guess you don’t know better, then—” his steady fingers touch a spot between your legs that has your breath catching in your throat. you feel him smirk against your skin, “—because that’s exactly what i’m trying to do.”
pulling his face from the shelter of your neck, you look him in his eyes, admiring the flashes of light spiraling across his dark irises. his pupils flicker between your lips and your eyes, a lazy grin plastered on his chiseled fearless.
taking the initiative to pursue for something further, sakusa closes the gap between you, plush lips slotting against yours.
“kiyoomi,” you mumble, and sakusa almost groans at the sound of his name falling from your lips, “take me home. now.”
“anything for you, my love.” he breathes.
gifts (see: buying you pads... gone wrong)
"boom!" he slams down the reusable grocery store bag on the kitchen island, a smug grin on his face, "i'm the best boyfriend in the world, i know, i know."
you narrow your eyes at him, eyeballing the bag suspiciously. you dig through the tote to see what he brought you, before halting your movements completely, your face falling into an unimpressed, neutral state, "what other bitches are you buying pads for?"
a pause.
he blinks, once, twice, "w-what?" he sputters, not expecting that reaction.
"so you aren't denying it?" you raise an eyebrow.
"n-no!" he rushes closer to you, taking you into his arms and peppering kisses on the top of your head, "there's no other women; it's just you, baby." there's a brief moment of silence on your part as sakusa tries his best to reassure you.
"how did you get everything right, then?" you question, fighting back a smile. grabbing you by your shoulders, he pulls you away from him to analyze your facial expression.
"i—" pride simmers in his chest, "—i did my research."
"and who told you, huh? your other girlfriend?"
"no!" he laughs now that he knows you're not actually mad at him, his lips settling in a playful smile, "my other girlfriend uses tampons, actually, so i couldn't come to her for this."
jaw dropping, you slap his bicep, "oh really? tell her i said she can have you." spinning on your heels, you turn to leave the kitchen, but a pair of strong arms hold you still.
"i'm just joking! babe—" he holds you tightly as your hands push his head away, your back pressed against his front, "—i'm just kidding!"
you stop pushing against him, sighing, "i'm not in the mood for jokes, ki. my uterus fucking hurts."
"my poor baby," he coos, swaying the both of you, peppering the sides of your face in kisses once again, "this wouldn't be happening if you just let me hit it raw."
another silence.
"bye, kiyoomi." your face finally breaks out in a smile at his vulgarity, "you're so full of shit. fuck off."
"there she is," he beams, still rocking the two of you, "there's my pretty girl."
rolling your eyes, you respond, "release me so i can go lay down."
"i will—" he mumbles against the skin of your neck, "—but first," he reaches into his back pocket to whip out a chocolate bar, dangling it in front of your face, "you wanna know what my other girlfriend told me?"
"what, ki?" you play into his little game, entertaining his shenanigans, "what did she tell you?"
"that chocolate helps absorb the blood." god, he sounds so pleased with himself. dumbass.
"she must be stupid, then—" you snatch the chocolate out of his hand, elbowing him in the ribs to release his hold on you. it doesn't hurt, obviously, but it catches him by surprise, causing him to stumble back, "—because it's the magnesium in the chocolate that helps with cramps."
with that, you take your leave, setting your sights on the soft piece of heaven you call a bed.
unsurprisingly, you don't get very far. kiyoomi scoops you up into his arms, carrying you the rest of the way.
"i can make your period go away for a whole nine months, you know. just give me the word, babe."
acts of service (see: painting your toes)
"give me the damn thing."
"i'm a grown woman, you know. i think i can paint my own toes, thank you very much."
you're all bark and no bite, kiyoomi knows, because you hand him the miniature brush with little hesitation. he dips the brush into the glass bottle of polish, dabbing it on the sides before grabbing your foot and yanking it so close to his face, his nose almost brushes against your toes.
"you and your foot kink," you prod, clearly trying to annoy him. sakusa rolls his eyes, tired of your teasing.
"ok spit kink," he smirks, now starting with your pinky toe.
"stop," you whine, covering your face with your hands, "i was caught up in the moment!"
sakusa gives you a pointed look.
you huff, "we're never having sex again. don't talk to me."
"that's no way to treat the person doing your nails."
"your customer service is terrible. i'm not giving you a tip, you know."
"yeah, because you’ll be too busy taking my tip." he chuckles at his own dirty joke, sturdy hands still painting neat coats of gel.
"kiyoomi!" you gasp.
do the fics match each love language? no. have i added the domestic sakusa series to my masterlist? definitely not. am i posting this anyways? hell yea lmao
synopsis: in which miya atsumu makes the biggest mistake of his life, and how he clumsily (but lovingly) glues everything back together
wc: 1700+
notes from mei!
me: i hate exes to lovers >:( exes are exes for a reason
also me: atsumu exes to lovers >:))))))))
miya atsumu is a star.
you always thought you were a star too. even if you didn’t shine as bright as him, he made you feel as though you had a place in the sky alongside him, forever. you wish you realized earlier that you, in fact, are not a star at all.
you’re nothing but a flower rooted in the dirt—beautiful and priceless in its own way nonetheless, but even then, flower and star were never made to be together.
no fun facts this chapter! it’s more filler-ish, before the big ol confrontation. are you guys excited for that?! the initial confrontation will be over texts which i hope you guys don’t mind?
you all hate mina so much and i do too lol, your hatred will only grow from here on out
i hope you guys enjoy this one!! i’ll post a bonus chapter sometime later today! ty for your support besties!!
i don’t know how to exain it but my gut tells me its sora. like when she found out the reader was dating suna- she questions y/n’s mothers intentions like the “best” for her. but then when she realized what could’ve happened- she covered bc she likes them together. but those are my 2 cents😌
hi !! i tried to open your masterlist and stuff but it keeps on saying “no post found” TT^TT
HI thank you for telling me! i changed my username so apparently all my links don’t work anymore 🙃 but the link to my masterlist is back now and i’m working on fixing the rest!
