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#awwwWWWWWWEE I LOVE HIM🥺💍
emmyrosee · 2 years
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If anybody would’ve told his teammates that Sakusa Kiyoomi was playful, they would have laughed dead to their face, followed by a plethora of confessions about how snarky and, for lack of a better term, mean their teammate could be.
But then again, his teammates also had no idea how addictive your giggles reserved for him, and only him were.
Like just a week ago, when you’d watched from the doorframe as he made the bed, and when a cheeky little tease slipped past your lips, he wasted no time in throwing the pillow down and making a dash towards you.
“Omi!” You scream, darting to the other side of the bed, a wide grin plastered on your cheeks. He stood ready at the opposite side of the bed, making subtle darts and movements to make you hesitate running away more. “No, no, come on, sweetness,” he croons. “Tell me all about how bad I am at making the bed, I’m sure this will end super for you.”
Or like how this morning, when making a pot of coffee, Kiyoomi wasted no time in stalking into the kitchen to wrap an arm around your waist, relishing in the sleepy “hello” you gave him. But he refused to let the peace linger, and his lips found their way to the ticklish spot just beneath your ear, his obnoxiously loud, wet kissing being only covered by the giggles in protest that fell from your lips and squirming body.
“Omiiiii!” You scold, “it’s too early for this!”
“Never too early to hear your laugh,” he mumbles against your skin, but he stops his tickling just to relishing in your warmth. “And since when don’t you like when I kiss that spot on your neck?” He nips at your neck with his teeth, grinning at your whine.
“Since you stopped leaving hickeys and just started tickling me!” You squeal, shoving him away. “Go away, let me make breakfast.”
Even last weekend, you were having a temper tantrum about him not separating colors and whites- a dying art truly, he just genuinely forgets sometimes!- and he licks his teeth with his tongue and sighs.
“Don’t make me do the thing,” he says, looking you up and down and smirking when you tense. “Because I think you want me to do the thing, so you’re picking a fight with me. You just don’t want me to think you want me to the thing.”
“I don’t,” you snarl. “Don’t touch me, fuckhead, or I’ll scREAM-“ you’re cut off by your own scream as Kiyoomi lunges at you, long arms tossing around your waist and pulling you close to him. You’re fighting as hard as you can, but he’s got the power of preparation on his side, and, despite your best wishes, hoists you up and over his shoulder, pinning your legs to him so you’ve only got your feet to try and escape with.
“Go on,” he calls over his shoulder to you. “Apologize. Admit you wanted me to pick you up.”
“I didn’t!” You scold around flurries of giggles. “You can’t just do this to make me stop being mad!”
“But it seems like it’s working,” he snorts, adjusting you slightly so you’re secure enough for him to go about his day. “You hang in there, I’ll start folding the laundry.”
“Kiyoomi!”
Fine. Admittedly, Sakusa may not be the most patient man, especially when it comes to his teammates.
But he’s more than willing to sacrifice all pride and when it comes to peeling the peals of laughter from your smiling face anytime he wishes.
Who wouldn’t?
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