#ceo!kiyoomi
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Business as Usual
Based of this. Ceo!Kiyoomi x Reader
cw: fluff. smut. breeding. oral sex (f!receiving). reader is an aspiring actress. reader is a foreigner but it isn’t specified from where. ceo!kiyoomi’s most recent business venture is building and opening a museum. probably for tax reasons lmao. misogyny (not by kiyoomi). Kiyoomi’s implied to have issues with his father. men talking business 😫. joke talk of killing.
wc: 3.5k
Ahh, something sweet would be nice…
Kiyoomi’s already squeezing grooves into the back of your thighs before you can formally acknowledge him. “I have a case of chuppets in the freezer you can go at.”
Your gasp is muffled by the floor, half turned from where your bottom half is lazily propped up on the edge of the bed. “You do?”
“You like the strawberry kind, right?” You nod as his fingers creep toward the crotch of your panties. “They’re all yours.”
He can feel the area carpet vibrate from where your groan seeps in appreciatively. “You’re a god, Omi!”
The squeak you let out is pitched as he lands a hard smack on one of your cheeks.
“I gotta meet a couple of investors for lunch so I’m leaving one of my cards for you to order whatever you want from home.” Kiyoomi pulls you apart until your lips part from under your underwear, glistening for him like they should. “But I’ll be back before it gets too late.”
You sway your hips as he pulls your panties to the side, already rubbing tentative circles. “You’re still pretty wet from earlier,” And you can’t help but whine as he pushes two of his fingers inside. “How long do you think you can stay in this position?”
Your eyes nearly cross when he crooks his fingers. “Ah, as long as you need me to.”
His suit pants hiss against the bed sheets as he climbs in behind you, hands still firmly gripping onto your ass cheeks as he positions himself on the bed.
“I got twenty minutes before I need to be walking out the door.” Kiyoomi’s breath is hot against your bare cunt. “So, I’ll try to make this fast-“
The lewd squelching of his tongue parting you from the back would be enough to make you shiver if not for the way he laves you up. Scouring your hole with his hot tongue and groaning at the taste of you, pressing forward to dig himself deeper.
“F…Fffuck! Omi…!”
He’s insatiable as he digs you out with his tongue, lewd as he guides your hips up to tongue at your clit. The depravity at which he slurps you up is so unabashed that you’re already tensing up for an orgasm, and reaching back when he props you up with his hands; zeroing in on your clit to get you to cum in his mouth.
You must’ve already been too riled up from his treatment earlier this morning, it doesn’t take long till you’re nearly sobbing against the floor. Calling for him as he guides you into an orgasm.
“Fuck! I’m-… m’ cumming, Omi!” You pant. “m’cumming! m’cumming!”
The way he grunts into you has another shock wave zipping through the bend in your spine. “Mhm..”
You’re reaching back to push him away when the feeling starts to become overstimulating, but he’s already up on his knees again. Already pulled out of his pants and hungrily lining himself up with your clenching hole.
Kiyoomi doesn’t give you any time to prepare, he’s shoving himself in between breaths and making you choke on your tongue.
He hisses through his teeth. “Oh fuck.” He braces his hands on your sides and starts his pace. “….Oh my god. Fuck.”
Your fingers dig thin miscolorings into the carpet as his thrust knocks the wind out of your lungs. Whining out when he dumps most of his weight on your back and starts grinding in as deep as he’ll go.
He’s in your stomach. “Mhf… angel..” He presses his lips into your shoulder. “You feel so fucking good for me, baby.”
God, the sounds you’re making under him has his eyes rolling back in his head, let alone how you’ve already started milking him for all he’s worth. He could never get sick of this perfect little pussy. His perfect little pussy. So hot and tight and made just for him. He doesn’t even know how he’s gotten this far without it. Especially when he knows how to press all those perfect little buttons on the inside to make you squeal for him.
Kiyoomi supports himself on his arms again to tweak his angle, balls clenching when you start to whine out so prettily. “Kiiiiyomi!”
You reach back so suddenly to push against his button up that he has to pin your arms down to keep you from running away from it. “….s’okay baby you can take it.” He pounds in a few particularly forceful thrusts that turn your whines into hiccuping sobs. “Fuck. Look at you such a…. Good girl for me. Good fucking girl.”
He has to hold himself back from cumming too quickly when you start to clench up. “Omi! Omi! Omi!” You’re shrill. “s’good, Omi! ….m’cumming, Omi! ….I love you, Omi!”
“Oh fuck.. Fucking shiiit!”
You’re already milking him empty when you start to cum. Hiccuping at the way you clench around his hot seed as his thrusts deepen and he fucks you like he’s trying to get it to take. Even reaches into your panties to rub coaxing circles into your sensitive clit just to prolong your orgasm. Grinding himself in until he's certain he’s painted your insides with his spend, and even then he still keeps at it.
He’s still rocking into you when your sobs turn into overstimulated mewls, hot tears making puddles into the carpet.
Kiyoomi lazes a few hot kisses into your inner neck as he softly collides his head with yours. “Mh, I love you too, angel.” He breathes. “So much.”
“You mean it, Omi?” He’s the luckiest man alive.
He finally lets himself fall limp as he peppers a few chaste kisses over your ears. “More than anything.”
He’s never letting you go.
•••••••
There’s a less than usual air of ease around him when he greets Yukko and his associate Kanon.
So much so that the former of the pair lets out a relieved breath as he shakes hands with the young tycoon - and sees he doesn’t revile at the extended contact.
“Sakusa-san,” Yukko bows. “You look better than new.”
Sakusa bows back manneredly. “Appreciated, Yukko-san.”
—-
Sakusa folds his napkin over his lap as they wait for the drinks.
“We’re avid supporters of freedom of choice, the two of us.” Yukko fixes himself in his seat. “It’s a human right.”
Kanon nods. “And your speech on autonomy and liberation at the Kenshin’s banquet really stood out to us. It’s so reassuring to see you setting a standard for this newer generation and putting yourself out there as someone who stands with the people.” He presses. “Very few young men with your upbringing can say that they’re brave enough to do the same-“
“Educated enough, even.” Yukko finishes.
Sakusa pulls his seat closer to his chair. “You don’t have to praise me for something like that. It should be a given.” He hums cooly. As if the speech wasn’t written by his foreigner girlfriend the night before, beat into his head and recited in his ear even as he said it. Not that he doesn’t agree with the message though. “We’re the few people fortunate enough to have a voice when it comes to these things - we should exercise it whenever we get the chance.”
“You’re exactly right!” Yukko waves his finger at him. “There are so very few people like us - like you - who have a seat at the table. And so little of the seats go to someone who means any good with it.”
“Which is why we wanna invest in The International Institution of Innovation,” Kanon adds. “And why we would like to suggest an exhibit to accompany our investment,”
Sakusa nods as they continue. “Japan’s history as - a lot of the world’s history - is ballasted and rewritten with elitist biases in mind. So many little people who’ve done big things, cultural things, buried by mediocrity or the praises of people who lived their entire lives being praised. Worse, having the things they spent their entire lives dedicated to, miscredited to some rich guy who didn’t lift a finger.”
“Our people have worked with a few of the families of these people. There’s a-“ Yukko taps a few keys into his laptop before turning it in Sakusa’s direction. “A few small museums of our own we’ve built in Portugal, Brazil, we have one in an American city you’ve most likely heard of as Las Vegas.”
He reaches over to quietly slide through the pictures. And Kanon huffs a bit in disbelief. - Whoever said this guy was a pain to work with obviously must’ve bumped into the wrong guy. “They’ve garnered a lot of attention in the respective areas. A lot of what they call “Left wing movements” in the United States cite it a lot when referring to landmarks in the state.” Yukko says.
And landmarks they are. If this is what they call small then he must work in a shoebox?
“You haven’t considered opening one up in Japan until now?” Sakusa furrows.
“You know the climate in the world right now.” Kanon sighs. “With the rise of crime, certain political tensions,” There’s a familiar pattern of vibrations that ring off in his pocket, he reaches for it instinctively. “We didn't wanna risk building one in the current political climate and having it destroyed by opening.”
Sakusa raises an eyebrow. “So building an exhibit in my museum is more cost effective.” And he’s not afraid to look as unimpressed as he is. “You know, on the off chance that my museum gets destroyed in this current political climate.”
Well, it’s not like you wouldn’t be able to afford it. “Well, we’re more than willing to do our part on the expenses if something like that were to occur.” We’ll pay what we lose and dip. “And our investment excludes what we’ll pay to build the exhibition.”
“You’re paying to have your names on a plaque.”
Yukko chuckles somewhat. “In short terms, yes.”
Sakusa fishes his phone out of his pocket as their server approaches. “In long terms?”
Kanon slides him the check.
Yup. Sakusa grazes his thumb against that familiar strip of press. Those are some pretty long terms.
“Are we ready to order?”
Sakusa checks his messages as the two men speak before him.
Angel: i hope ur having a good lunch!! i got u a sooprise <3
Kiyoomi: It’s alright. I wish I was home with you more than anything.
Kiyoomi: A sooprise? Now I’m excited.
Angel: i wish you were here too :( i can’t wait till ur back so i can give you a kiss on the forehead
Angel: i hope u like it!! i know u haven’t had it in a while
Kiyoomi: I haven’t had it in a while? What’s something I haven’t had in a while?
Kiyoomi: Oh! Are we talking about the last time you sat on my face?
Angel: we are not, my love. but good guess
My love. He smiles.
“What about you, Sakusa-san?”
Sakusa glances at the server before looking off for a moment, answering curtly. “Okaki, please.”
He nods. “Alright! And anything else?”
“No, thank you.”
He leaves with a bow.
Sakusa inhales deeply as he sits his phone on the table. Picking up the check and holding it before glancing at the two sitting before him. “You two are very generous.”
Yukko raises an eyebrow. “Is there a ‘but’ coming?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “I’d like to add your exhibit to my museum.”
The two men both let out a collective sigh of relief. Now that the richest twenty-six year old in all of Asia has agreed to have their names engraved next to his on a project like this. - Even if it did cost them an arm and a leg. You know, from the stories they’ve heard, they were expecting to leave with their tails between their legs after offering to impede on a project orchestrated by the most “Pragmatic Rich Kid in the country.” But he’s… surprisingly personable. Even without mention of the sheer intimidation he exudes.
He’s certainly nothing like his father.
“That’s amazing to hear, Sakusa-san. We’re honored.” Kanon sighs.
Yukko nods. “And trust, you will be involved in every part of the construction process. We want to be as transparent as possible when installing this exhibit.”
“Do you have any blueprints drawn up?”
Yukko hums excitedly as he pulls his laptop toward him again, tapping loudly as he searches for the file. “We do!”
Sakusa patiently waits as he fishes through his laptop, glancing at the server as he comes back with their food.
His phone buzzes across the table.
Angel: You better be eating more than Okaki!
He visibly blushes.
Kanon furrows at the expression of the young billionaire in front of him as his associate busies himself with his laptop, following his eyes toward his phone.
Disregarding the text from his girlfriend?! He gasps at the picture on his lock screen.
“Is that _____?” Kanon asks. “Oh god she’s so talented!”
Sakusa nods a little abashedly as he reaches for his phone. “Are you a fan?”
“My daughters love her. Oh well, my sons do too but not in the way my daughters do - If you know what I mean.” He laughs as Sakusa’s back straightens. He knows his sons, knows they’re about his age if not a little older. Knows he might have to have a talk with them one day too.
“We saw her just recently at the Blue Ribbon Awards. Can you believe she won?” Yeah, after watching you work yourself to the bone just to come back with so little to show for it. “I for sure thought Tomomi Minoru would’ve had it.”
I’m sure you haven't heard that a million times.
“But who wouldn’t take it a little easy on a woman like that?”
Or that.
It’s nearly painful how much Sakusa’s trying to keep himself from outwardly scowling. Especially when Kanon starts to open his mouth again, familiar hearts in eyes most men seem to adopt when they’re drooling over the woman he’s in love with. “I’ve gotta be what - twice her age maybe. But we’re all men here? The woman’s a doll. Talk about lucky work. Especially for a foreigner.”
Oh yep, he’s scowling. “I wonder what she looks like in person.” Yukko asks absently. “You think she’s as pretty as she is on T.V. or do you think it’s the make-up they usually cake on there…”
“She’s breathtaking.” Sakusa says flatly.
Kanon tilts his head as Yukko glances over. “You’re kidding? You’ve seen her in person?”
“Yep.”
“Well, I mean,” Yukko sits his laptop back on the table as he reaches for his drink, wincing as he sips. “Sakusa-san’s Sakusa-san. He’s most definitely got the funds.”
“Ohhh. Did you book her?” Kanon chuckles a little slimily. And the connotations of that are clear. So much so that Yukko rolls his eyes when he nudges him. “She’s just old enough for someone your age, right? Still young but not too young.”
Sakusa inhales.
“No. I don’t have to book her.” He admits tightly. “Since we sleep in the same bed.”
The two men freeze in place.
Kanon opens his mouth for a long silent moment until he’s pushing out his breath in little clips of his voice. “O-Oh… You two are-“ Sakusa nods. “Oh! Oh my god! I’m… I’m so sorry-“
“I hear it all the time.”
“Yeah but it’s still not good that I said it!” Kanon glances at a frantic Yukko.
“We didn’t mean to come off so disrespectfully!” Yukko flushes.
Sakusa shakes his head. “The blueprints.”
“W-What?”
“Show me the blueprints.” He gestures to the laptop.
Yukko clumsily turns it in his direction.
•••••
He’s barely through the door when you’ve already found your place in his arms. And he melts over you like butter, you let yourself be wholly suffocated by him.
You’re warm as you hum into his chest. “Hi, baby.”
“Hi, angel.”
“How was lunch with your investors?”
Kiyoomi exhales as you stand on your toes to help him out of his suit jacket, conditioned draft in the air scented by that new conditioner he likes seep into his nose and turn his brain into mush. “It was… lunch with my investors.”
He bends himself nearly in half to nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck. “They wanna build an exhibit in my museum ‘cause they don’t wanna risk building their own and having some terrorist take it down.”
Your tone is so mirrored to his from earlier that it evokes a chuckle. “So they’ll risk yours?”
“Mhm.”
You mumble something sour into his shoulder. Lucky him he’s well versed enough in your native tongue to understand the phrase “Assholes.”
Kiyoomi kisses hot spots behind your ear. “They’re fans by the way.” He grimaces a little sourly into your neck. “Big fans.”
“Hm? I came up?”
He hums. “Kanon saw your picture on my lockscreen and proceeded to shove his foot in his mouth.” Kiyoomi breathes in a long whiff of you before blowing out temperedly. “Was under the impression that you did bookings.”
You chuff airly as you rub up and down the expanse of his arms consolingly. It doesn't really phase you to be slobbered over by men anymore, hasn’t really since your debut back as a fresh faced eighteen year old. But Omi’s still really new and unkind to the rubbernecking that includes being associated with a woman like you, let alone to love you.
“Bookings, huh?” You snicker as he nods his head silently. “I mean… to his credit I have put on a show for you once or twice.”
He scoffs before pressing one last firm kiss into the crook of your neck and standing up to his height again, pinching your cheek as he starts for the rest of the penthouse. “Yeah, but those are for my eyes only. - And they’ll stay that way.”
Kiyoomi sets his things on the marble of the lounge room table with a sigh. He’s been working nearly every day since the construction of his museum finally came into fruition and he couldn’t feel any less drained from it. Decent contractors have become harder and harder to find in this new age of impermanence and variability, and everybody who’s anybody seems to have their own two cents about his choice of structure or how they could be a part of it somehow. If he were a less honorable man - or a more unsavory man much like one he knows so particularly, he would’ve hired any three star contractor who could draw a decent circle, put all his focus into charming investors, and underpaid his workers just to save a few extra pennies. But he isn’t that. And a businessman like him prefers to be as close to the business as possible; wants to see his efforts turn out the way they’re supposed to.
He pouts a little to himself. But he also wants to spend time with his baby too.
“I’m gonna be beating them off with a stick for the rest of my life, aren’t I?” He exhales. “Is that the price I pay for loving a beautiful woman?”
You press a light kiss into his bicep as you glide for the direction of the kitchen. “Like you didn’t make the cover of Vanity Japan’s Handsome and Wealthy this spring.” You poke. “I’ll have to start burning incense before I visit you at work just so I don’t catch the evil eye from any of your female employees.”
He chuckles a little tiredly as he trails behind. “You’ll be fine in any case. Not like I didn’t start growing Aak the minute we made it official.”
“Very funny.”
“I know right-“ He sniffs.
His mouth immediately starts to water.
“Did you…?” Kiyoomi glances at the plates laid out on the kitchen counter. “Cook?”
You smile brightly. “Sooprise!”
Kiyoomi doesn’t know how to respond.
It smells… heavenly. Like freshly cut ingredients and even spices, pervading the air so warmly that his skin prickles before settling comfortably under his button up and he’s nearly inclined to openly salivate at just the smell of it.
You fish a spoon out of a pot near the stove, scooping the contents of it carefully into a bowl. “I know how long it’s been since you’ve had a home cooked meal and you’ve seemed so stressed lately.” You lean into him when you feel his chest press against your back, reaching up to caress his jaw as his arms fasten themselves tightly around your waist. “So I bought a few groceries instead of takeout and made something from home!”
You can’t help but grin when he starts to dig his nose into the crook of your neck again. “I hope you like the surprise.”
“If you ever leave me I’ll kill us both.”
You guffaw wholeheartedly.
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Husband! CEO! Sakusa Kiyoomi who stands at your home office doorway in the midnight while you're working on your project.
"You know you don't need to work on those when you have me, right?"
You know what your rich husband implies, you can't help but smile, "You know how much I love this job, it's my passion at this point, it's never about the money when I have you"
"And risking your health on your way? Not on my watch", he said before stepping forward in the room to your desk.
You don't have other choice when your husband Sakusa Kiyoomi suddenly carrying you bridal style to your shared bedroom, making sure you have a good night rest you needed.
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Date Written: 22/04/2024
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cloud practice !
#haikyuu fanart#hq brainrot doodles#my art#haikyuu#sakusa kiyoomi#miya atsumu#sakuatsu#skts#the amount of times i redrew the lads and rerendered the cloud TT_TT#ceo of wasting time on things i inevitably delete <3
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When the Boss Comes Knocking pt. 2
the love on part one has been so wild ❤️ thank you guys sm for reading, I hope this drags you on an even wilder emotional rollercoaster than last time 🤠🤠
I sure as fuck have no proper explanation for my actions here, brace yourselves.
Summary: Sakusa knows he screwed up, but he’s quick to get on his knees to work for your forgiveness.
Warnings: solid combo of angst, fluff, and smut, reader is all over the place, Sakusa eating p*ssy 🫶🏼
“Always Yours, Kiyoomi”
The note had sat on your desk for 3 days, staring you down with the heat of hell tucked into the ink scratched on the paper. It was Friday, the day the Sakusa Group was to officially purchase the small publishing house you wrote for, but the man himself had yet to show up since your last encounter.
3 painfully slow days of no contact or sign of Sakusa had felt like 3 years, and you couldn’t help but feel angry. Angry that he thought he could come back into your life at his own convenience, with no explanation of his leaving for so long. Upset that you wanted him to come back. Pissed at yourself for letting him treat you like this.
The back and forth in your own brain was clouded by the memories of him, one hand on your throat and one in your hair, pulling you in. The look of satisfaction on his face when you finally called him by his first name again. The sweet bliss of his deep voice directed at you. It was inescapable even on your morning commute to work.
Opening the door to the lobby, you greeted Josie as always.
“Morning Josie”
“Oh good morning! There was a message left for you, actually. Mr. Sakusa’s secretary called and mentioned setting up a lunch meeting today around 1 pm.”
Surprise and irritation shot through the fog in your brain. He couldn’t even call you himself?? His behavior was getting ridiculous, and at this point you were going to completely miss the next 4 deadlines for the book you were working on if this distraction kept up.
“What?! Don’t respond please, I’ll just eat lunch here like usual” A guilty blush immediately spread across her face and you just dreaded whatever she was about to say.
“Um… I already scheduled it. Sorry! It felt like maybe you guys got along last time since you spoke for so long in your office and I thought maybe it would be a good idea to-”
“What??? Josie NO!” Complete horror washed across you like an ice bath, and you immediately realized that you were not dressed for a CEO level lunch date.
“I’m sorry to spring it on you like this. But hey, at least he’s sending a car to bring you, right?” She finished her sentence with a bright smile, totally not understanding why this was the absolute worst thing in the world.
You gave her a fake laugh and a smile, trying not to be too mean to her in your mind before heading straight into your office and slumping into the seat.
“Always Yours, Kiyoomi”
The note stared back at you, and you narrowed your eyes at his name. Fuck. Off. Sakusa. If he wanted to play this game, you certainly weren’t going to make it easy on him.
You had no time to let the regrets from your last encounter stew when time was not on your side today. Stealing your nerves, you got to thinking of all the things you’ve been wanting to say to him, all the things you’ve been dying to ask. But time raced against you, and when Josie knocked on your office door it felt as though no time had passed at all. You were still just as nervous as before, but an unfamiliar man in a suit followed behind Josie, ready to take you to your demise- a.k.a the Sakusa Group headquarters.
It was 45 steps from your office to the car, 30 minutes in the car between offices, and now only 10 steps from the car into the massive lobby of the tower where the beast resided. Someone greeted you straight away, and escorted you all the way to Sakusa’s door.
Shit. Shitshitshitshit. Your mind and heart were racing, but you took in a deep breath and reminded yourself to resist his efforts to win you over. Yea right, resist the irresistible. Great plan.
The door opened, and there he was. Goddamn this was going to be more difficult than you thought.
Sakusa’s deep voice rang out, smooth and rich like dark chocolate. His usual black button down and slacks made him the picture of all your work romance fantasies- not that you were thinking of anything like that. Certainly not.
“Thank you George, you may go.” Your escort bowed in respect, and closed the door on his way out. Sakusa said nothing, just smirked as he stood and walked toward the door, and locked it.
You stood frozen, feeling the heat of his chest warming your back. A large hand brushed your hair away from your face on one side, exposing your neck as Sakusa planted a soft kiss beneath the corner of your jaw, letting his breath tickle over your skin. You could just feel the smirk widening across his face. But as much as your knees were already growing weak, your anger refused to be forgotten this time.
Your figure’s sharp turn cut his growing smile off into a small frown, those dark brows furrowing slightly.
“Stop that. You owe me an explanation and I won’t let you near me until I get it.” Your voice was shaky, but you got your words out clearly.
Sakusa just closed the space between you again, towering over you with slight irritation on his face. This was obviously not how he expected this meeting to go.
“What is with these horrible greetings each time we meet? I’ll teach you this lesson as many times as I need to-”
“YOU were the one who told me not to call you Kiyoomi all those years ago, so don’t gimme that bullshit!! You don’t get to break up with me, be a total dick during our last conversation, disappear with no contact then return into my life like nothing happened years later! There is absolutely no way I can accept anything you offer me when you have completely shattered the very foundation of our relationship, Sakusa!”
The pent up energy, anxiety and ire that had slowly been collecting in your heart and mind this week was at its boiling point, finally spilling over as angry tears gathered in your eyes, your finger jabbing into his chest.
His demeanor changed entirely as he listened to your rant, and a serious look crept over his face, but he made no move to interrupt you. Even now, when you were so worked up that you couldn’t see straight, you couldn’t decide if you wanted to push him away or wanted to cry into his arms. He let you finish before speaking.
“So this is how you’ve been feeling. Come here, sweetheart.”
Simple acknowledgement was all it took for your tears to fall, and strong arms gave you comfort as he tucked your head beneath his chin. His fingers stroked your hair, and that damn cologne filled your senses as you tried to contain your emotions.
He brought his palms to your cheeks, thumbs brushing away the salty tears beneath your eyes as his gaze softened into something you’ve missed so desperately since high school. His tone was serious but gentle as he spoke his next words.
“I know you’re angry, yes?” You nodded aggressively, refusing to meet his eyes.
“I hear you. I want you to look at me sweetheart, tell me how I can make it up to you. What can I do to fix this?”
“I don’t know if this can be fixed Sakusa, I thought you just walked off and forgot about me after high school and I-”
“You couldn’t be more wrong.”
“If I’m wrong then prove it! Some explanation, anything is better than the nothing you left me with!”
Sakusa let out a heavy sign before pushing his hands into the roots of your hair, and kissing your forehead. He took your hand, fingers intertwined with yours as you swiped at the last of your tears.
“It doesn’t excuse the way that I’ve treated you, and I sure as fuck am not proud of it but I can give you an explanation. Let’s sit while we talk, yeah?”
You followed him into a connecting room, a dining room of sorts, complete with cushioned seats and a glass coffee table. Sakusa settled in a seat next to yours and turned to set his serious gaze on you, so you might understand his sincerity.
His chest expanded as he took a deep breath, and released it slow.
“My family has always been demanding, and I knew their wish for me was to take over the Sakusa Group as early as possible. But I was young and dumb, and I didn’t have the confidence that I could actually do it. I know it’s no excuse for leaving you like that, but I was scared to fail. Disappointing you was something I couldn’t handle, and I wanted to prove to myself that I could become someone worthy of taking care of you one day. So I made sure to cut ties and cut them sharp so that if I did fail, you would hopefully never find out.”
This… this was not what you expected. Had he always been so concerned with your judgment of him? Why did he not let you support him? You had every confidence in your Kiyoomi back then, and you had always tried your best to show that, so why..? Did you not tell him enough? How could you ever possibly be disappointed in him?
“I didn’t forget what I said to you back then. I’m sorry I was so selfish, sweetheart.”
Tears threatened to spill over again, and you pressed the heels of your palms into your eyes. There was a soft shuffling sound and the scraping of a chair across the hardwood, and when Sakusa tugged your wrists from your face he was kneeling before you. Still tall enough on his knees to be nearly eye level with you.
“Don’t cry baby, look at me.” His fingers tucked beneath your chin, raising your head slightly.
“Tell me what I wanna hear. Come on love” You knew what he wanted immediately.
“Kiyoomi” Your voice was just above a whisper, but enough understanding was translated in that one word. Not quite forgiveness, but understanding.
This had always been a thing between you two, even in high school. When first names were used after an argument, you could both recognize that things were back on the right path. So it wasn’t quite forgiveness, but it was a step.
“Again.” But he was still just as greedy as ever. Gripping your chin a bit tighter, he brought his face right up to your neck and softly nipped at the skin on your jaw, tongue laving over the skin to sooth it.
“Kiyoomi”
“That’s my girl. Now, how should I make it up to you, hm?” His hands gripped your thighs just above your knees, squeezing into the flesh.
The tone of his voice switched, dripping with honey and saturating your mind with memories of twisted sheets and bated breaths.
“I think I know just where to start” Shit, that voice. You were sure it would be the death of you one day, but right now, it was your lifeline.
One of his thumbs hooked under the hem of your dress, baring one thigh ever so slowly, as his other hand guided your fingers into his hair. His gaze held yours as he began to kiss and bite a trail upwards following the exposed skin.
If there was one thing your romance readers raved about, it was the smut that some of your books contained. But you could hardly claim any credit when your inspiration for those scenes came from Kiyoomi. The Kiyoomi who loved seeing you flustered and blushing beneath him, hand around your throat and embarrassment crawling up your cheeks. Loved seeing tears of overstimulation roll down so he could lick them away. That was this Kiyoomi, the one that knelt before you now.
A hard bite on the inside of your thigh brought you back down to earth, a yelp of surprise escaping as your eyes snapped open.
“Be a good girl and keep your eyes on me.” You nodded as you tried to catch your breath, small bits of air coming out in light pants.
Pushing your dress all the way around your waist, Kiyoomi gripped your ass roughly with both hands and tugged your body to the edge of your seat, legs thrown over his broad shoulders. His eyes closed as he turned to bury his face into the thickness of one of your thighs, fingers dipping into the waistline of your panties. He watched completely enamored as he pulled them off your body, the evident wet spot sticking to the source of your arousal.
In one quick movement, he sat back on his heels and rid you of your panties entirely before settling back in on his knees. Two thick fingers swiped at your slit, gathering the stickiness there and bringing it to your mouth.
“Open.” You did as he asked without hesitation, and you could taste the saltiness on the pads of his fingers as he pressed down on your tongue. But you knew better than to wrap your lips around his fingers- knew to wait for instruction. His smirk returned in full as he realized you hadn’t forgotten his rules.
“Suck.”
His grip around your thigh tightened as you obeyed. Taking his fingers from your mouth, he pressed them back at your entrance, teasing you up and down as he finally, finally, brought his mouth to your clit. His tongue circled the nerves as he watched your eyes roll back, your mouth open just slightly.
Now Kiyoomi was never a religious man, but he would’ve prayed to any god to never forget this sight. Legs open for him, pretty face silently begging him to touch you. He wanted it permanently imprinted in his memory, wanted it to be the only thing he saw every time he closed his eyes. His control snapped.
Fingers plunged forward into you and Kiyoomi was lost in your tight heat as he set a quick pace, teeth tugging lightly on your clit before circling it with his tongue over and over again. He still knew your body so well even after so much time had passed, and he knew exactly how to drive you over the edge.
“O-omi”
“Hm?” He refused to pull his face away from your sweet pussy, humming against you in response, sending light vibrations that tickled up your spine.
“G-gonna cum Omi” His fingers curled upward and hit that spongy spot, as he pulled his mouth away for just a moment to respond. He pressed a thick forearm down across your hips, not letting you escape.
“Go on baby, cum in my mouth. Wanna taste you”
Kiyoomi shoved his tongue inside you, nose buried right up against that sensitive bundle of nerves as he reached up to fill your mouth with the fingers that had previously been fucking in and out of you. His other fingers gripped your jaw roughly as he pressed down on your tongue, sliding them further and further back into your wet mouth. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes, doing your best to take what he gave you without gagging.
The release that spread over you had you crying out around his fingers, legs shuddering on his shoulders as his forearm held you in place, never pulling his tongue from you until he was satisfied he had tasted every drop.
But he only allowed you a moment to catch your breath.
Kiyoomi tugged your whole body straight off the chair, pulling your thighs to sit over his where he knelt. He secured his arms around you and slotted his mouth against your lips, tongue slipping against yours to let you taste yourself on him. Crushing you against his chest, he let out a low groan and let a large palm tangle into your hair, tugging it slightly.
“Always been Omi’s favorite girl, you know that? Missed you so much sweetheart. Promise I won’t leave you again. Ever. And I’m so sorry I upset you my love”
And as he pressed his forehead against yours, you realized the signature on his note had always been true, more so than you realized.
“Always Yours, Kiyoomi”
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Pickup Line Madness Pt. 3
Type: Fluff
Pairing: Sakusa x reader, Kenma x reader
Summary/Request: the hq boys try pickup lines/ Omi is drunk, Kenma didn’t think this through
~MAIN MASTERLIST~ ~HQ MASTERLIST 2~
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from my ceo au
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SakuAtsu | dressing you ft CEO Atsumu and Assistant Omi | Rated T
Atsumu’s day starts with coffee, and one of his brother’s onigiri if he’s lucky enough to have a few minutes to spare.
Except, today of all days, he accidentally sleeps in, and wakes up less than thirty minutes before his morning meeting with his staff.
And what kind of CEO would he be if tardiness is the example he’s setting?
Not that coffee is negotiable. Never.
Atsumu without coffee is not something he’d like to inflict on society before 9 a.m., he values his reputation, thank you very much.
Luckily, there’s a Starbucks two streets across his company where the staff are friendly enough that he’s certain they’ll make an exception when he cuts through the queue in a hurry.
But perhaps the gods have marked this day as a ‘fuck you Miya Atsumu’ holiday for their enjoyment. Because as Atsumu strides directly to the cashier, he’s smoothly derailed by a tall, dark haired man who glares at him over his mask.
He’s dressed in a crisp dark suit, his curls immaculately styled. The man clears his throat as he points a condescending finger over his shoulder. “Perhaps you can’t see, but the queue starts there.”
Atsumu ignores him. Even though it’s undignified. “Hi, Sho-kun. I’m late for my meeting, can I get my usual? Put it on the company tab.”
Then, as he stares the other man down, he pulls out a fifty dollar bill and slips it to the orange haired barista. “For your troubles,” he says sweetly. “Put his coffee on the tab too.”
He leaves the handsome, dark haired stranger to stare in stunned silence at his retreating back.
Atsumu receives his coffee in less than five minutes, and is on his way without further incident.
He has about three minutes to spare as he dashes to his office.
“Morning Yachi-san!” he throws over his shoulder, slipping into his office to grab his presentation notes.
Yachi is waiting for him at his office door to hand him a folder. “Your new assistant starts today, make sure you meet up with him after this meeting.”
Atsumu barely has time to glance at the resume now that he’s run out of time.
He makes it at 9 a.m. on the dot, and ignores his twin’s quiet snort at his undoubtedly harried expression.
Atsumu clears his throat, tweaking his tie and gathering all the dignity he has left to greet everyone. “Mornin’ boys and girls, I’ll keep today’s meeting short, I know ya’ll have deadlines.”
“What’s this, ninth grade?” he hears Suna mutter under his breath.
“Since some of you are ever so eager,” Atsumu snarks, eyes sliding to Suna. “Why don’t we start with ya, Sunarin?”
The dirty look Suna sends him improves his day by at least 20%.
*
Atsumu has nearly forgotten about meeting his new assistant, which is why he stops in his tracks upon entering his office to find it already occupied.
There’s a man shuffling the papers on Atsumu’s desk.
“Whoa, ya wanna steal from me over a coffee?”
The stranger from earlier stiffens, and straightens with a look of mild horror in his dark eyes. “I—what—no—?”
“Lemme guess,” Atsumu laughs, realisation dawning on him. He opens the folder in his hand to glimpse the photo of his assistant—the same man that now stands before him��with an impressive list of past accomplishments. “Ah. Yer indeed my new assistant, Sakusa Kiyoomi?”
Sakusa is silent for a moment. Atsumu watches him go through the five stages of grief in a record time of thirty seconds. “… you only just looked at my CV?”
“Hey, try bein’ as busy as me,” Atsumu huffs, shutting the file and casting it aside.
He unbuttons his suit jacket to hang it on his clothes tree stand.
When he faces Sakusa again, the other man seems to have arrived at some stage beyond acceptance that Atsumu has no name for. Resignation? “Am I fired?” Sakusa finally asks, looking him in the eye.
Atsumu’s eyebrows shoot up. “Uh? Ya just got here.”
“But before…”
“Ah,” Atsumu laughs again. “Don’t be silly. I ain’t that petty.”
He thinks he hears Sakusa let out a relieved exhale. “Okay… well. I was just organising your desk.”
“I dunno Omi-Omi-san, looked like ya were intent on setting my things on fire earlier,” Atsumu jests, watching with gleeful satisfaction the way Sakusa bristles at the nickname.
“What did you just call me?”
“Omi-Omi-san? Sakusa is a mouthful, and as ya can see I’m a busy man. Gotta keep it short. Now, grab those notes and follow me. We got much to cover my prickly assistant.”
He doesn’t wait for Sakusa to express any further indignation, breezing out of his office with an air of satisfaction. Take that, vengeful gods. It’s a ‘fuck you, sincerely, Miya Atsumu’ day.
*
If Kiyoomi is trying to get fired, Atsumu won’t give him the satisfaction.
Even as he chokes on a mouthful of battery-acid coffee. “ACK—the hell is this?!”
Kiyoomi is the picture of innocence. “Coffee, of course.”
“This ain’t coffee, this is expired diesel,” Atsumu hacks into a crumbled tissue. “Are ya trying ta kill me?”
Kiyoomi widens his eyes. “Miya-san, I could never.”
“It’s Atsumu. At-su-mu, how slow are ya? It’s been two months.” He narrows his eyes at Kiyoomi.
“I have gotten quiet forgetful,” Kiyoomu muses, as if tempting Atsumu to terminate his contract. “It’s gotten very busy around here.”
“Perhaps I should write it on a sticky note and glue it to yer forehead,” Atsumu says blithely, reaching for his sticky notes in warning.
Kiyoomi raises his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay, Atsumu-san, got it.”
“Thought so,” Atsumu huffed, reaching into his drawer to pull out his car keys. “Catch.”
Kiyoomi does, quite easily, but his eyes widens when he sees the Bentley logo. “Uh?”
“Yer driving today,” Atsumu says. “I have to tweak the presentation on the way. Then we’re getting ya a respectable suit for tonight’s gala.”
Kiyoomi looks down at his attire, brows furrowing attractively. “What’s wrong with this one…?”
Atsumu gives him a weird look. “I’m not taking ya to a gala wearing a 200$ rip off Armani suit, Omi-Omi.”
The look of surprise on Kiyoomi’s face is hilarious. “You could tell it’s an Armani?”
“A copy design,” Atsumu emphasise. “And of course I could, who do ya take me for?”
Honestly, what kind of boss does Kiyoomi think Atsumu is? He interrogates him on his way to their meeting. “What salary were you offered?”
“Excuse me?” Kiyoomi glances at the rearview mirror in surprise. “… don’t you decide these things?”
“I leave the details to Yachi,” Atsumu says dismissively. “We have a set range though.”
Kiyoomi is silent for a moment. “I was offered a 75,000$ per year contract.”
“Mhm.” Atsumu makes a noncommittal noise. “Explains the suit.”
He ignores Kiyoomi’s narrowed glare, finalising his notes.
Later, as Atsumu directs Kiyoomi to their next destination, he emails Yachi to get a new dress on the company tab when she responds with what she’s planning to wear, and Atsumu discovers it’s a dress she donned last year.
They’re a respectable company, goddamn it. There’ll be media coverage, and Atsumu won’t be caught dead with his assistances in unfashionable or outdated outfits.
Not when almost half of his income comes from the occasional modelling shoots he does for famous brands.
Kiyoomi trails him silently into one of the Tom Ford branches Atsumu frequents for his events, beginning to look slightly nervous the deeper into the shop Atsumu leads him. “You look like an all-black aesthetic type of guy,” Atsumu muses, glancing at some of the displayed suits.
“Ah, Miya-san!” One of the store’s attendants perks up, and Atsumu smiles beatifically at the familiar face, discreetly glancing at her name tag. “Kiyoko-san, lovely to see you again.”
She’s wearing a polite smile. “How can I help you?”
“I would like to get my assistant outfitted. Classic dark overalls, preferably a Shelton tuxedo.” Atsumu takes a thorough look at Kiyoomi, allowing himself for the first time to note his slender frame, the elegant stretch of his neck and the delicate paleness of his skin. “I’m thinkin’ with a rollneck sweater and leather loafers. I’ll be pickin’ the accessories.”
“Excellent choice, Miya-san,” Kiyoko says as she too, surveys Kiyoomi.
A blush creeps over the edge of his mask at their dual perusal.
“And what would you like for yourself?” Kiyoko turns back to him.
“I’m thinking of slim-fit navy velvet,” Atsumu decides, trying not to smile as Kiyoomi shuffles discreetly, looking more and more reluctant by the minute. “Preferably a Shelton. A double-cuff shirt, and a silk pocket square. I’ll leave the rest to your expertise.”
Kiyoko calls another employee to take over outfitting Kiyoomi.
“Your dressing room will see you now,” Kiyoko tells Atsumu, leading him in over chrome and thick-ply carpeting to the second floor.
It takes them about an hour, with Atsumu making adjustments to his apparel and checking on Kiyoomi.
Every time he sees him, Atsumu’s mouth dries a little. He’s tempted to forget about the gala just to play dress up and doll Kiyoomi up with every style of tux he can think off.
The all-black suits him immaculately. He looks even taller than his 190 centimetres, intimidating in a serious business-manner. And most importantly, it’s striking enough against his skin that he catches the eye without trying,
Subtle and classy but screaming expensive, just like Atsumu likes it.
Kiyoomi looks like he doesn’t know what to do with himself as Atsumu makes him turn around and check the fit.
“Gorgeous,” Atsumu remarks, smoothing out the lapels of Kiyoomi’s jacket and relishing in the bright blush that burns over his now naked face.
It’s a crime, Atsumu muses, to hide such beauty from the world.
Kiyoomi clears his throat, lowering his voice. “Isn’t this a bit much?”
“Nonsense,” Atsumu says, then turns to Kiyoko. “We’ll take it.”
Kiyoomi’s breath catches as Kiyoko leaves. “Um. Miya—Atsumu-san. How much—how much is that suit?”
Kiyoko’s assistant pipes up from behind them. “That’ll be 9000 dollars with the loafers.”
To his unadulterated amazement, Kiyoomi looks three shades paler as he hisses. “I—what—that’s—that’s more than an entire month’s salary!”
“Hey, hey,” Atsumu laughs. “It’s on me my prickly urchin, relax.”
Kiyoomi is shaking his head. “It’s too much, I can’t possibly accept—“
“Are you saying no to your boss, Omi-Omi?” Atsumu raises a challenging eyebrow, and Kiyoomi falls silent.
Finally, he says, quietly, “why?”
“I told ya, I won’t be caught dead with a fake suit, Omi-Omi.”
“Still…” Kiyoomi protests, looking down at his suit again. “It’s just…”
“Eh, I can afford it,” Atsumu shrugs. “Sides…” he lets his eyes trail down Kiyoomi’s body. “It’s fun to dress ya. I should do it more often.”
Kiyoomi’s face goes red, and Atsumu laughs again.
He has an inkling that he just acquired a new favourite hobby.
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singledad!kiyoomi found out recently that he would be the sole provider of his two small kids. taking on the role of ceo for the family business has caused enough stress in his life. but he decided no matter what he was going through his kids needed a good dad. so he was doing his best to be one.
singledad!kiyoomi scrambled into the coffee shop hands full of a car seat in one hand and a diaperbag over his shoulder. he held his daughter’s hand as they walked up to the counter to order together.
singledad!kiyoomi overheard you asking for any job openings while he got out his card to pay. something as simple as reaching in his back pocket was a struggle these days. he wasn’t sure how he was going to survive the entire working day while also caring for his kids.
singledad!kiyoomi looked up at you and caught himself staring for too long. you were beautiful. and young, maybe in your early twenties. his brain quickly decided he could solve both of your problems in one go.
singledad!kiyoomi offered you a thousand dollars to join him and his little ones at his office for the day. you certainly seemed suspicious but quickly got distracted by the cute baby he was holding. you followed him back to his work and played with his children all day in an empty office room.
he really hoped this would be the nanny that worked out. not only for his kids, but also his own selfish reasons.
atsumu kuroo iwaizumi osamu
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▏spaces in between ▏s.kiyoomi ▏
CWs— bodyguard au , fwb tropes, female anatomy, smut, she/her pronouns, mutual masturbation, branding, cunnilingus, dub-con, orals. word count — 1.1k
precis — your brother, Hanma Shuji recruits a watch dog for you when you're back in town after years.
NOTES — this is for @luvbladez ’s all suited up collab and sizzling sextember self collab event.
+ links section + tags— @kentoangel
The weather was warm and the sunlight was bearable today. Clouds seem to be a little playful today since you were bestowed with shade every now and then. You could have booked a cab, but it is just a five-minute walk from your brother's home to the office.
The moment you stepped into the huge building a tall, well-built stature blocked your way. Looking up, you noticed a boy with wide-almond eyes with two flawlessly symmetrical moles on the side right side of his forehead.
A new face. The last time when you visited there was a different bodyguard. You secretly thanked Shuji for choosing such a handsome face this time. His hair was gelled back yet you could tell he had curly hair since those thin curled hair near his descending hairline was evident.
“Ma’am, could you please step aside?”
Of course, how would he know that you're the sister of CEO of the company, Hanma Shuji’s sister? You parted your red lips yet hesitated to speak. What if he doesn't come to know? What if you were just a mere visitor? Wouldn't that be fun?
“Raise your hands, ma'am.”, he barked and it suggested that he was getting impatient.
“Like this.”, you mumbled almost curling your arms around his broad shoulders. It was indeed a great choice that you decided to wear his. You thought he would inform the security of your misbehavior but he didn't.
He inspected you. The device roamed all over your body barely grazing your skin. There was flickering eye contact when he was done.
“There you are.”, and you immediately recoiled back recognizing Shuji’s voice. “Why do I bother buying you a phone if you do not use it?” The urge to have a glance at that boy was tempting but Hanma would deduce all of your mischievous ploy.
Hanma swings his hand pointing toward the man behind you. “Meet him. Sakusa Kiyoomi. He is your bodyguard as long as you plan to stay here”,
“Wait, so you did not fire your bodyguard?”
“UH-AH!”, Hanma nods his head sideways. “Secretary with special skills, y/n”, you rolled your eyes at his response. Wait, does that mean he knew me already? And played along with me?
As the realization hit you, you turned around to look at him, finding nothing but a slight curve at the corner of his lips. Fuck. Sakusa enjoyed it. In his whole career, no one has dared to pull that kind of stunt before. He is hired more for females rather than males. It is his clean reputation of not having any record of misbehavior or affair. He works for short tenures but yours was a rare case.
It has been more than a year since you visited your brother. Everything has changed so drastically that without Sakusa you had trouble knowing the city lanes. Well, you were always accompanied by Hanma but he can’t tuck you in his pocket everywhere he goes. He has a job to do, a company to run.
Sakusa was flawless. Punctual. Neat and handsome. When you read his file you were taken aback by his clean career like a brand new slate, with no stroke of any kind of chalky behavior. But his silence, his obedience was becoming quite annoying and so you tried to stir this awful pool of silence by a pebble of thought.
You ran your hands through the row of floral dresses murmuring, “Did you tell your boss about that day?” At first, there was a silence that made you cock your head at him.
“About what day?”, he quipped as soon as you looked at him. You parted your lips to speak but were halted by his stares. He eyed you up and down. Clearing your throat you mentioned that he has a clean reputation, why bother tainting it?
There was a party to be held this evening for various kinds of donations. Actually, it is just an occasion to make bonds with other business tycoons and to keep up the lustrous reputation of the company. You did not want to go, you wanted to enjoy long rides alone but your brother reserved a bodyguard for you. He was no less than a bounty hunter.
“My previous Bodyguard was a lot more fun. He used to take me anywhere I wanted to go, anytime I wanted to go”, that was enough. Sakusa was a cocooned man but you sure knew which string to pull to have him unwrapped, naked. He quickly pulled over and before you could protest he was already beside you holding your wrists firmly, “What do you want princess?”
Your eyes flashed from his dreamy dark pitch pupils that shone in hope to his perfectly moistened lips. Nothing needed to be told anymore. You were already on his web of charms before you knew it.
The shrill cry of cicadas was getting louder and louder as Sakusa’s lips ghosted over yours. Your mind feels all mushy when he rubbed your feminity in circles sloppily. It was getting so warm inside the car that it was getting hard to breathe.
He would not stop exploring your skin with his lips making you moan so roughly. Sometimes he bit too hard yet your sharp winces did not stop him from getting a taste of your blood.
“I’m going to be late Sakusa”, you moaned as he slides two fingers in.
“You should have thought before saying such things to me.” He quickens his pace abusing your puffy pussy lips with his long hefty fingers.
“You see, I'm a very jealous person” Now, that was something you could play with. He could feel your cum on his palm yet he continued.
While he continued his ministrations, you quickly unbuckled his belt having his cock in the display. “Fuck”, Sakusa uttered as you started to pump his cock. You were already soaking wet but giving him a hand job accelerated you enough to have you beg him.
“Do you have a condom?”, you asked but he was too drowned in his high. He was close since he was rubbing your clit so very roughly that felt his fingers so deep inside your femininity. “Ah noh!”, he managed to reply before his breathing shrugged, head thrown back having his cum all over your satin red dress.
He leaned against the car window. You sat having your legs hanging while he asked. “Should I stop by a shop? You could grab a dress and I could grab some condoms?”, breathing still ragged as he put his huge cock under his trousers and zipped it. He smirked noticing your eyes shift from his cock to him.
You looked at him blowing a kiss in his direction making him palm his face and chuckle merrily that reverberated in his ribcage so melodiously that you want to kiss him, tickle him till he grins again.
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Just Us
Sakusa kiyoomi X reader
MASTER LIST
MSBY! Player sakusa. CEO reader, RICH reader, Timeskip! sakusa.
Warnings: Cursing, hints of jealousy. FLUFF.
Sakusa being a cutie patootie
It's been over 2months since you two got engaged, and to say that it was hard to plan a whole wedding by yourself was an understatement. But not wanting to disappoint him, you didn’t complain, despite being busier then ever, you knew not to make him worry during their game, especially when he was in the middle of this year’s season.
It seems as though your laundry list of things you needed to do never ended, and it was harder when everyone just HAD to have allergies to certain foods/j
So having to come up with a menu that applies to everyone was hard. Plus the flowers, the seating, the venue, and 99+ more were tiring you so much that you found yourself getting buried in paperwork at your office, managing your own company wasn’t that easy either.
But alas, your angel of an assistant was there to suffer with you, having to contact a million numbers just for some specific thing is hard to keep track of.
Despite your life– as of– now being a living hell, at least you get an hour of happiness every day. It was when you and kiyoomi would call each other. There wasn’t a specific time for your calls since your timelines were different, and with him going from one country to another because of his competitions, he would often call and see you in various situations, doing work, feeding your guys cat, eating dinner (and he would buy his own so that you can eat together<3) or organizing you a hell of a wedding :)
“Are you busy? I can call later if you want”
“No, no, it's fine I needed to talk to you anyway”
It was nighttime now, and you were in your home office, looking at the ginormous list of names that were *luckily* invited
“Since when did know this many people? This list just keeps on going”
“I dont know, ask my mom, she’s probably responsible for it”
“Well, her son who she never expected to get married IS getting married so…”
“Oh yeah?” he said teasingly
I laughed at his reaction, I continued checking the list, my phone was on a stand in front of me, and he was in his bed laying down, it was probably late in his timeline cus it seemed that he was the only one awake.
Then just like every night before I go to bed, I replay everything that happened when he proposed.
—------
It was 1 week before he went off to a different country, his games had already started and now that they’d won, they’re gonna advance to the next round in a different country.
And THIS was the last thing I expected
He was down on one knee, holding a velvet box with a beautiful diamond ring.
“YES”
I said, he quickly slipped the ring on my finger and immediately hugged me, my feet living the ground.
His logical explanation on why he proposed NOW was:
“Because I want that, when I get back we would just get married and then we’ll be off to our honeymoon with no distractions”
Which was a pretty thought-out plan, to be honest.
—--
which leads us back to now.
"What else is on your list?"
"Well, starting from 1, I need to figure out the menu, I don't know whether to have a buffet or just make it all the same"
"How about the buffet, so that they'll have options"
"Yeah but there's the allergy thing we need to consider"
"How about we have the people ask the waiters what's included in the food so that they'll just avoid the ones they can't eat"
"I guess"
"Or how about we just avoid them altogether? Let's just use ingredients that they can have and find alternatives for the ones that they can't have"
"Yeah, I guess that could work, but I'm worried about the chef though… I might give them a hard time"
"Babe, that's their job, whether they like it or not, they still need to consider other people's needs and conditions, have you already hired a chef?"
"No not yet but Emma (her assistant)did send me a list of 5-star chef's all over the world, she organized them from the ones who offered their service and those who were available, she even added their prices, most of them are private chefs for celebrities. "
"Good. Send me the list and I'll take care of it. And do you have a list of food that some of the guests can't have?"
"Yesh it's right here- wait, did you say that you'll handle it?"
"Yeah, I have a weekend off here so don't worry about it"
"But what about your training? It's fine I can handle this, It's my day off tomorrow so I'll probably finish it by then-"
"No, that's final. I know you're tired and you can't always be just thinking about me, you should take care of yourself too. I don't want you to get sick, you don't want me to fly back to Japan would you?"
"It wouldn't be so bad…" I whispered, silently hoping that he'll hear it
"But not for the right reasons" he glared at me, he's not dropping this is he?
"Fine I'll send you the 2 lists later"
"Good" I guess he was satisfied. But hey, at least I've got two things off my plate
"Also send me the kinds of food that you want to include, ok?"
"OK, I'll send you them now"
I took a picture of everything and forwarded it to him
"Wow, this is a big list of names"
"Yeah, she wanted it to be full of information about them as much as possible, she even added some reviews of past works"
"And are you sure that they are ALL available? "
"Yeah, Emma confirmed with them all last week, and she has them on standby now"
He just hummed and then yawned. I took that as a sign to end the call
"Hey, let's continue talking tomorrow, you look tired, I don't want my soon-to-be-husband sick."
"Well we'll be sick together"
I laughed and we said our goodbyes
—-
Today was the day, I was finally gonna buy my wedding dress, and kiyoomi was gonna come home in one week, which means our wedding is near, we set our wedding 2 weeks after kiyoomi's arrival in japan, which was more than enough time for kiyoomi to finish everything that he needed to do for the wedding.
I was most excited about kiyoomi coming home.
My mom, my sister, kiyoomi’s mom, and Emma were with me to buy a wedding dress.
Kiyoomi had insisted on me using his card, – black card– and after a few minor arguments, I caved in. Plus who was I to deny him? Right?
Maybe I can get him to use my card for his suit, I'll mention that to him later hehe
I had asked omi if he had any specific style that he wanted or at least liked me in, but he just told me that I can buy whatever I want… which wasn't that helpful tbh
"Now come on dear, what kind of dress do you want?" My mom asked her eyes wandering off as we walked into a room that had a sea of white dresses.
I've never really put much thought into this… I always just put that thought aside thinking that I'll just buy something that I like, but I didn't know that there was THIS much to choose from, we're gonna be here for a while….
—--
"FINALLY" I half screamed in the dressing room as I looked at the dress that I was fitting, it was more than perfect. Not too big, just the right size.
( I can't describe clothes that well… you can imagine any dress you want)
But not only does it look pretty, but its price is also pretty too, with a lot of zeros too. Hehehdhehehdhe
—-----
Today was the day, my omi was coming home today, and my excitement was on the same level as a child.
I Drove to the airport, and I was now waiting at the front of the arrivals lane.
The wedding was still not finished, I still had a cake tasting I needed to attend. Maybe omi and I can do that together <3
he should be out of there by now…
I checked my phone in case he messaged me something. Nothing.
Then I saw a few more people walk through and every person that walked past that lane made me anxious, just imagining it, seeing his handsome face walking towards me, after 2 months, he was finally here. He won't be an ocean away, he’ll only be a moment away. (comment if you get the reference heh heh)
As more people passed, I was starting to wonder how many people were fitted in that plane….
Then I finally saw some familiar faces.
“Y/N!” I saw a familiar orange-headed midget. I waved at him as he ran towards me, soon followed by bokuto, who followed Hinata’s screaming, who was soon followed by atsumu. They all ran toward me, which made me wonder where was their other teammate.
As they ran towards me all at once, I had trouble seeing the person I came for. When they neared, I finally saw him, the love of my life.
With a woman in his arms.
I went silent, I’m not the kind of person who was to get jealous easily. But seeing HER hugging MY MAN before ME????????!?!??!!?!??!
Ohh, oHH she must have a death wish, My excitement getting drained out of me I focused on the ones who chose to come to ME FIRST rather than some fan, and don’t even tell me shit like “It might be a relative” NO, I KNOW ALL HIS RELATIVES AND SHE IS NOT ONE OF THEM.
PLUS SHE WAS AMERICAN.
“HEY! HEY!HEY, Here’s the bride-to-be, HERE is a gift, it’s from France” Bokuto said as he handed me an expensive-looking bag, I took it from him and hugged him, He hugged me back. A little bit too tight. But so fucking what.
“You didn’t have to you know”
“Yeah, yeah just take it” atsumu and Hinata then shoved a paper bag similar to bokuto’s. I just shrugged and it seemed that they wouldn’t leave me alone if I don’t accept.
“Long time no see Y/N” I heard a voice say in front of me, I looked up and was faced with a familiar face, more precisely a former shiratorizawa player.
“Wakatoshi…Hi, I’m glad that you accepted my invitation”
“Yeah, didn’t have a reason not to so…”
“Your presence is appreciated” I smiled at him, and he nodded and then said his goodbyes. I watched him walk away, just like that day…( If you haven't already noticed, Ushijima is your ex)
I was lost in thought that I didn’t notice my fiance walk towards me until I felt him reach for my hand. I snapped out of it as he pulled me close to him.
“Hi, love…” I heard the others bid their goodbyes, now it was just the two of us.
Everything seemed to disappear, my jealousy earlier? Gone. The slight trance I was in after seeing wakatoshi? Gone, the myriad of people walking around us, gone. It was just the two of us, and that was something that I could get used to.
I wrapped my arms around him, something that I’d missed doing.
—--
“Are you nervous?” she handed me my bouquet. It was here, the day that Ive been planning for ws finally here, it was only mere minutes away. And kiyyomi was acros the room waiting for me, as he had always been.
“Ready?” I nodded, then they opened the double doors revealing the beautifully decorated church, flowers covered the ceiling, and hundreds of pairs of eyes were on me, but mine were only on one.
He smiled, something that doesn’t happen often but was always rewarding when it did. That’s why he only let’s me see it.
As I reached him, with my father and mother on both my sides, my father handed me too him. He pulled me close,his lips met my temple, he held my hand, not wanting to let go.
We did the ceremony, we said our vows, and it was finally here.
“You may kiss the bride”
He pulled me in and cheers roared behind us, but everything seemed mute, there was no one else in that church, just us.
And from then on, it would always and forever be, Just US.
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ceo!Kiyoomi key words consist of:
- “It’s already yours.”
- “I’ll handle everything.”
- “Pretty baby.”
- “Don’t use your credit card, take mine.”
- “You cum when I say so.”
Let me know if I missed anything <3
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Cyan Hydrangea's MASTERLIST
My works are all SFW and all reader insert fics uses female pronouns
TMNT x Reader
Bayverse
Unexpected - All Turtles [Headcanons] | Turtles crush has some unexpected skill despite the nature of her personality
Loneliness - All Turtles [Oneshot] | The turtle boys being your friends when you feel lonely
Reader Listens to a Foreign Song - All Turtles [Short Imagine (crack)]
Reader needs an activity - All Turtles [Dialogues]
Gift - Leonardo [Oneshot (fluff)] | You give leo a gift
Bestie! Leo - Leonardo [Short Imagine (angst)]
Leo Loves to See Your Smiles - Leonardo [Oneshot (angst)]
Raph in Love - Raphael [Short Imagine]
Nerd(s) - Donatello [Oneshot] | Donnie thinks you're always avoiding him because he's a nerd
The Programmer's Help - Donatello [Oneshot] | Donnie helps his fellow scientist Reader with his invention
Binary Code - Donatello [Short Imagine]
Smile - Michelangelo [Headcanons] | Mikey tried to make his crush smile
Jealously - Michelangelo [Oneshot (crack)] | Mikey getting jealous over your obsession with your fav fictional character
Mutant Mayhem
The Anime Kid - Donatello [Oneshot] | Donatello finally finds fellow anime enthusiast in school
ROTTMNT
Raph in Love - Raphael [Short Imagine]
Binary Code - Donatello [Short Imagine]
Smile - Michelangelo [Headcanons] | Mikey tried to make his crush smile
Spy × Family
If Yor Forger is somewhat "normal" - TwiYor [Short Imagine]
Haikyuu!! x Reader
Being the smartest student - Hinata Shoyo [Short Imagine]
Call Me By My First Name - Miya Atsumu [Oneshot] | Miya Atsumu wants the girl he's been chasing after to call him by his first name.
Husband! CEO! Sakusa Kiyoomi - Sakusa Kiyoomi [Short Scenario]
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Haikyuu!! February fic recs
I’m a bit late but still I’ve bookmarked a lot of fics last month and once again I’m happy to share, because these fics definitely deserve even more love! I’m putting links to the originally posted fics so pleasy be mindful of the tags!
Sakuatsu
Miya Atsumu's Guide to: What NOT to Do in the Workplace by sumuviolet
Although there is one more chapter to go I’m putting this fic here, because I loved it so far and it brings out the things I love most about this ship (also I may be in love with boss Sakusa)
hope is but a heartache by sonhoedesrazao
Once again, CEO Sakusa. I love fics where he finds his comfort in Atsumu and this is definitely one of those fics. One of all time faves. (Also check other works by this author, it will be worth it)
three roses and a smile by strawberrycitrus
This is for my biochem/med girlies. Reading this felt like a memoir from my university time, the drama felt too real haha
Revenge Together by UnicornFlowers
Atsumu catches his (soon to be ex-)boyfriend kissing a stranger (a very beautiful one)
it drives you crazy getting old by atsumusbiceps
Teen Sakuatsu waking up in their older bodies and finding out the truth what’s really between them. I loved it so much!
your heart on my sleeve by winterwaltz6
This one is definitely one of my fave tattoo artist fics.
headlights by mysterious trumpet
Sakusa Kiyoomi hopes he’ll never find his soulmate. (I haven’t read soulmates au in a long time but this one was chefs kiss)
Foxes Under Saturn by yuuki
This was (almost!) painful, but ended so sweet!
Stuck in the Sunshine by thesweetestnerd
Atsumu shares his firsts with Sakusa
to dream of honey and light by yee_haw23
Sakusa is lonely and finds his comfort in Atsumu
Asanoya
Overflow by UhohShouto
This was so sweet it might as well be canon.
Bokuaka
accidentally in love by youraveragedegenerate
Post time skip idiots in love with pining Akaashi? Yes please. Or in other words, the fic in which Akaashi doesn’t realise they’re dating.
Stranger My Beloved by Paintbrushyy_Ducky98
Alternate universe: I met you at a train station and fell in love. (I keep thinking about this fic a lot, it definitely holds a dear place in my heart)
Invariably Imperfect by UnicornFlowers
Bokuto is sad beacause Akaashi has a date (and sadly it’s not with him)
Daisuga
Just Another by Mooifyourecows
The one angsty daisuga fic I will always come back to aka Suga confesses and gets rejected by Daichi (but what if…)
Iwaoi
heart's calling by TripsH
Iwaoi through the years, it feels like reading a love letter
January fic recs post
#guess which ship is my fave rn#haikyuu!!#haikyuu#haikyuu fic rec#fic recs#haikyuu fic recs#sakuatsu#bokuaka#asanoya#daisuga#naofairy’s fic recs#haikyuu!! fic rec#fic recommendation
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When The Boss Comes Knocking
the following is a CEO!Sakusa fic that landed somewhere between sfw and sorta nsfw, but its kiyoomi and he just makes my brain go buzz in every situation so i just couldn’t help it
Part 2
Summary: You dated Sakusa in high school but went your separate ways after graduation. Turns out he missed you much more than he let on.
Warnings: none, just kiyoomi being hot. use of “sweetheart” and “baby”
Sakusa Kiyoomi always has been and will always be the man of your dreams. Tall and broad shouldered, even in his high school years he was the pinnacle of your existence, and all you wanted was to be near him. Your wishes were granted for only a brief period of time when you finally dated in your junior year, but your Kiyoomi was ripped away from you when his family decided he needed to start preparing to take over the business.
The Sakusa Group was well known and respected for their acquisition of many successful start-ups, but details of their business dealings were always very secretive. And the company had only grown and expanded since Kiyoomi became CEO at just a mere 25 years old- not that you were stalking the Sakusa Group’s movements in your free time or anything.
When the two of you broke up he had encouraged you to “follow your own dreams”, and made sure to mention he would be extremely busy in the years after graduating high school. You had received the underlying message loud and clear. He wanted to be left alone and didn’t want a girl from a regular family ruining his image when he entered the executive world. Your heart was shattered, but that didn’t stop you from missing Kiyoomi dearly even years later. The hugs that completely enveloped your frame and the scent of his light cologne, the one he brought you to pick out for him on his birthday. The rasp of his deep voice and how its sound had burrowed into the back of your brain, the memories of random things he once said to you popping to the forefront of your mind haphazardly throughout your days.
You had done as he said, and moved to the city to become an author as you always dreamed. Actually, you were pretty successful in the romance industry and even though you only had a handful of books published, your fanbase was so dedicated and charismatic. In your single year of dating Kiyoomi you had amassed a lifetime’s worth of romantic material, and between your real life experiences with him and the melancholy fantasies that kept you up at night nowadays, you had lots of inspiration. Although, even you were prone to the classically dreaded writer’s block.
Today was just a regular Tuesday morning in the office, where you preferred to write when you were stuck in a rut. Unfortunately, the coffee mug on your desk was not bringing the inspiration that you wanted and you glared at the last sip, willing some piece of creativity to be hiding inside as you downed it. Nothing. Loosening a sigh, you dropped your head into your hands just as a knock rapped on the door. Without lifting your head you greeted the visitor, already knowing who was on the other side.
“Come in!”
“How’s it coming? Anything I can get you right now?” It was the sweet front desk girl, Josie, checking in on you. Again.
“Unless you can write in my place, there’s not much you can do for me i'm afraid” Josie meant well, but her insistent interruptions certainly were not helping your workflow, and this was the third time within 30 minutes she’s asked if you needed anything.
“Okie dokie, I’ll check back later then! Keep at it! ”
“Oh, you don’t have to-” She was off with a wave without hearing your response, the door slamming behind her. With another sigh, your head dropped back into your hands, frustration building.
Not 5 minutes later, there was another knock at the door. But this time the door opened before you could respond.
“Holy shit, Josie i’m really fine I swear- K-Kiyoomi???” You burst from your seat in surprise, your eyes all but popping out of your head.
And there he was, like a fever dream come to life, standing in the doorframe. His handsome face tilted to the side slightly, a smirk pulling across his lips.
“There you are, I’ve been looking for you” His voice had gotten deeper since the last time you spoke. His hair a little longer, his chest a bit stronger. But his eyes remained the same, that dark gaze enticing you and melting you down with just a look.
“W-what are you doing here? How did you-? What is this??”
As much as you wanted to cave and run straight into his arms, you vividly recalled your last conversation with Sakusa. Not Kiyoomi. He had corrected you so coldly before parting, saying “you should call me by last name from now on, otherwise people may get confused”. As if it would be bad if people mistakenly thought you were still dating. As if to push you that much further away. Your confusion only grew as you looked at him now, unsure of his motives for being here.
“Came to scope out a new prospect. I sent an executive to meet with your publishing house’s CEO last week” His smirk widened as he took deliberately slow steps into the room, sleek confidence dripping from him.
That's right, your boss had mentioned that your little publishing house had been recently approached by a huge parent company with an amazing offer, but as far as you knew nothing had been made official. And you certainly had no clue that said parent company was the Sakusa Group. The realization settled in, and the frustration you felt earlier was starting to bubble up again.
All of a sudden he was in your space, sleek black button-up shirt in your direct line of sight. What was his goal here? Certainly this has nothing to do with you? Right. Exactly. He claimed he was here for business. Then why..??
Long fingers gripped your chin, thumb tugging your bottom lip from between your teeth where you nervously chewed it.
“Where did you pick up this bad habit? And when are you planning on acknowledging me properly?” Your heart dropped to your stomach. His firm grip brought your face to look up at his, a little too close for comfort. Kiyoomi’s smirk tilted into a small frown, an admonishing look starting to grow.
“Of course sir, I apologize. Good morning Mr. Sakusa.” Backing out of his hold, you bowed in respect. Of course he was here for just business.
This only seemed to irritate him further though, and when you rose from your greeting he took another step closer. You may as well have been toe to toe now.
“Since when do you address me that way?” His eyes were too intense, and you could feel the memories of your past relationship coming up in your mind, emotion nearly overwhelming you before you swallowed it down.
“I’m not sure what you mean sir, it would be improper for me to address you otherwise”
If he was irritated before, then he was surely pissed off now.
His hands gripped your shoulders, roughly pushing you back against your desk before planting his palms on either side, caging you in.
“Why won’t you look at me, hm? It’s disrespectful to ignore your superior sweetheart” Shit. That voice had you in a vice grip and he knew it. He was using it to his advantage.
“I was unaware you would be my business superior until a minute ago, forgive me sir” How long will your legs hold up before melting completely?
“Seems like something is bothering you. You don’t like the idea of working with me? Or maybe you don’t like the idea of me being your boss? Sweetheart, I hope you realize I know you’ve been writing about me.”
“No! No thats not-!” Your head shot up in a rush to disagree, or maybe to explain. Either way, you immediately realized your mistake and you were silenced once more. The tip of your nose brushed his, and his breath brushed your lips in an intimate greeting, as if to say “hey, i missed you”.
His mock irritation melted away, the smirk returning once more. You fell into the trap too easily.
Most people knew Sakusa to be the cool and straightforward man he showed to the world, but when you dated in high school he quickly shattered this image. Though he certainly preferred to stay away from crowds and strangers, he was still human after all, and loved to be in your personal space whenever he got you alone. He had always enjoyed making you blush and stutter, thriving off the knowledge that he could affect you so deeply. Clearly, he still enjoyed that feeling.
But you were not a toy, and he was interrupting your work day. And how dare he just come back into your life after throwing you aside for so many years?! Absolutely not, you refused to be disrespected this way. Your hands came to his chest, giving him a solid (and completely ineffective) shove.
“No. This is not professional Mr. Sakusa-!”
Sakusa didn’t back up a single inch. Instead he gripped your face, long fingers pinching into your cheeks slightly. Your breath caught in your throat, previous arguments completely obliterated.
“Stop. Saying. No. Now answer me. Since when do you call me by my last name? You’re purposely not answering my question”
When you took a breath in you caught the scent of his cologne, and it was the same one you picked out for him in high school. He still wore it. Every single thought emptied out of your head, except for the recognition of how close he was to you, and where he was touching you.
“Say it.”
“K-Kiyoomi...”
“Say it like you mean it, baby.”
“Kiyoomi.” A smile broke out as his name fell from your mouth a second time.
“That’s my girl, just as pretty as ever. I missed you so bad sweetheart, I’ve been looking for you in the city for some time now. And don't worry, I’ll make up for lost time, so don’t push me away.”
His second hand came up to the back of your head, tugging you back by your hair and bringing your mouth to his. But he didn’t kiss you, he denied you the pleasure, only speaking against your lips. You let him do as he pleased, no longer able to deny how much you missed him. Missed this.
“Look at you with your hair so grown out now.”
“Do you like it?”
“I love everything about you.” He moved to plant a firm kiss to both of your cheeks, and to your disappointment he slowly released his hands from your face and hair.
“The Sakusa Group will officially be in ownership of your publisher by the end of the week. You’ll be seeing a lot more of me, so get used to it sweetheart.” He offered no further explanations or goodbyes, and he left your office with only your disheveled and flustered state to prove that he had really been there at all.
You made absolutely zero progress on your writing the rest of the morning and afternoon, but when you returned the next day ready for another day of failure, you opened the door to see your office transformed into a florist.
There were flowers on every single surface, completely covering your desk and the floor. There were roses of every shade, along with tulips, orchids, and other kinds of flowers you had never even seen before. Each bouquet was bursting with color and life, wrapped in silk ribbons and set in gorgeous porcelain vases that looked absolutely priceless. There was only a small path left open for you to walk to your desk seat, and on your keyboard was a note.
“A flower for every occasion I missed. And more just because.”
Your hand came up to your mouth, tears already welling up in your eyes. You looked to the bottom, and saw he signed the note,
“Always Yours, Kiyoomi”
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When He’s Clingy Pt. 3
Type: Fluff
Pairing: Sakusa x reader, Kenma x reader
Summary/Request: HQ Characters give into their clingy side <3/ Sakusa is adorable when sick, Kenma wants to hold you close and show you off
~MAIN MASTERLIST~ ~HQ MASTERLIST 2~
Sakusa
Kenma
#haikyuu x reader#msby x reader#sakusa x reader#kenma x reader#haikyuu smau#haikyuu texting#haikyuu texts#sakusa kiyoomi#kenma kozume#timeskip sakusa#timeskip kenma#kiyoomi sakusa x reader#kenma kozume x reader#haikyu x reader#haikyu smau#haikyu texts#haikyu texting#ceo!kenma#gamer!kenma#ceo!kenma x reader
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when you and your ex are the only ones working overtime
#drawing#fanart#my art#digital art#art#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#miya atsumu#hq atsumu#sakusa kiyoomi#hq sakusa#skts#sakuatsu#ceo au
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