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emmyrosee · 6 months
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“I didn’t know you had moles down your back.”
Kiyoomi pauses briefly to look at you over his shoulder, post shower body care being interrupted with your statement.
“We’ve been together for how long and you never knew that I had more moles on my body?” He asks, going back to applying his moisturizer. “Do you even look at my body?”
“Only the important parts,” you say, shrugging as you let your eyes wander slightly. There are more than a few freckles and moles on the broad space of his back, tracing like a constellation against the paleness of his skin. They lean along the right side of him, a few scattering on the left for an intricate design-
“Holy shit, stop staring at me,” he snickers, his eyes looking at you in the mirror. “I have moles. You kiss the ones on my forehead every morning. Chill.”
You get up and stalk over to him, arms wrapping lowly around his waist and face nuzzling into the dip of his back, “gonna have to kiss these ones too; they’ve been neglected too long.” You plant a few pecks to the bigger ones along his shoulder, and you smirk at the goosebumps that raise from your affection. “Ticklish?”
“I’ll knock you out with this lotion bottle,” he snarls, continuing his routine with you merely an add on to his body.
“Whatever.” You let your nails rake up the dip of his hips, only letting him go when he hisses and bumps his back against you to get you off. You kiss his warm skin one last time before making your way back to the perch on your shared bed, watching as his muscles and moles contort with every shift of his broad body as he applies his deodorant.
“What else are you hiding from me?”
“I’m having an affair,” he says simply.
“With who? Meian?”
“Yes.”
“You could never score Meian.”
“You’re just mad because Meian saw and admired my moles before you.”
You let out a few snorty laughters while he smirks to himself in the mirror, the night settling down into nothing uncommon or surprising, but perfect all the same.
God, you adore him.
“You’re ugly.”
“I love you too.”
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utahimeow · 1 year
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for the writing practice,, kiyoomi with either spit kink or biting maybe..
cw — nsfw content minors dni. f!reader, spitting
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‘spit in my mouth pls 🥺🥺’
that’s what the tiktok comment says. the comment left on a simple video on msby’s official tiktok page in which kiyoomi is practicing his spikes. the comment that has kiyoomi staring at his phone screen with a mixture of both horror and perplexity on his face.
“why would i spit in someone’s mouth?” he asks.
unfortunately you don’t miss a beat when you say, “because it’s hot.”
you’re too preoccupied with washing the dishes to witness the utterly disgusted expression he gives you, although you can guess exactly what he looks like. “it’s vile. why would anyone want someone else’s spit in their mouth?”
“it’s not about the spit, omi. it’s about the intimacy of it all,” you explain, unable to stifle a grin.
you could continue, you could try and explain it to him until he understands. you could reason that he has no problem shooting his cum in your mouth, so how is spit any different? but ultimately you drop it. it’s just a silly tiktok comment after all.
except it sits there in kiyoomi’s mind for the next few days. as he practises, as he falls asleep, as he fucks you deep. it’s gross, he keeps telling himself. but why isn’t he convinced?
and when his thumb gently forces your mouth open as he drives his hips into yours, when he watches your eyes turn shiny and your face turn dumb with submission, when he lets a tiny, pearly glob of saliva drop onto your tongue, he understands.
“swallow for me,” he tells you and you obey without a shred of hesitation, and fuck, he understands.
he’s never felt so close with you– he almost can’t believe it. but his heart swells at how easily you do as you’re told, and he’s chasing his spit with a sloppy kiss to your swollen lips, and he’s never understood more.
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zeltqz · 1 year
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feel good - sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader sakusa tells you he's never had a blowjob before so you decide to make him feel good. 18+ NSFW CONTENT
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“Wait, you’re serious?!”
That reaction was expected; Kiyoomi had already practiced, and rehearsed his explanation in his head countless times as to why he’s never made a girl cum before and always refused blowjobs.
“You’ve never made a girl finish?” You watch as he shrugs his shoulders, mumbling something about it not being a big deal, and leans forward to grab another beer, cracking it open easily and downs it, hoping to get drunk enough to not remember this conversation in the morning.
“Kiyoomi! Don’t just drink your problems away!” He dodges your hand reaching for his beer can, swatting you away casually. 
“I’m not doing that.” He takes another swig, and you scoff, moving back to your spot on the couch. 
“And you’ve never had a blowjob? Why?”
“It’s not that big of a deal. Just don’t see the appeal of it.”
“Appeal of what? Pleasure? You know it feels good, right?” 
He gives you a sidelong glance, finishing up the rest of his drink then tossing the can onto the table. You slide up a little closer, your knee brushing against his thigh. “You don’t wanna feel good, Omi?”
Kiyoomi hates the way you say his name, the way you give it a little kick that runs straight to his cock. He hates the way you look up at him as you ask if he wants to feel good. 
“Personal space.” His thigh, built from years of training, muscle firm and thick, knudges against your knee with enough force to push you back, giving him back the pleasant space between you both.
It doesn’t help much, though, as the scent of your perfume and shampoo still lingers. 
“ Omi, please. I want to make you feel good. I want your first ever blowjob—”
Sakusa sighs, rubbing an agitated hand across his forehead. “Don’t call it that.”
“That’s what it is!” You flap your arms in the air. “What should I call it instead? Sucky fucky? Mouth to dick resuscitation? Dick in—”
One second you were running your mouth, the next your mouth was occupied with his tongue, licking into you with such fervor. Your eyes squeeze shut when you come to the realisation that this is real, this is happening. 
His warm, calloused hands hold a tight grip on your face as you shift forward, reclosing the space between you both. You topple on top of him when he roughly grabs your hips, tugging you on top of him.
“W—wait, wait—” You hold your breath for a second when he parts away from you, watching the line of spit trailing from your mouth to his snap.
“What?” He sounds breathless, irritated, hands tugging at the zipper on your shorts, eager to rip it off your body now that he’s in the mood.
It’s weird seeing him like this. Kiyoomi is a classified neat freak, always smoothening the creases on his shirt, never liking things out of place, angrily wiping the spit off his face when Atsumu sprays it, rather than saying it. 
“Why won’t this come off?” You giggle at his impatience, grabbing his wrists and relishing in the confused look on his face as you manevour yourself atop of him. 
“ I wanted to make you feel good. Remember?” Your voice sounds sweet, syrupy, beside his ear, slowly trailing your lips down the side of his cheek. “You gonna let me?”
His adam’s apple bobs when he swallows, sucking in a long, winded inhale as his eyes dart over your face, testing his patience, his resilience when you sink your teeth into your bottom lip. 
“Hurry up. Before I change my mind.”
You roll your eyes playfully, reaching inside to pull his cock out. It was thick in your hand, long and flushed from base to tip. The sparkle in your eyes at his go-to sends a tingle coursing through him, the shimmy of your hips as you tug his shorts down. “Gonna make you feel so good, Omi.”
“Stop talking.” He exhales at the feeling of your tongue tracing shapes onto the outline of his cock, evident and thick through his boxers. Sakusa watches you with hooded eyes, shoulders tensing when you fist at his cock, dragging your hand up slowly, then back down. 
You shift a little closer, resting your thumb on the top of his shaft, cautiously bracing your hands along his thigh, wetting your lips with your tongue. 
When your lips were slick with spit, you inch forward, engulfing the tip of his cock into your hot mouth. He groans unexpectedly, not expecting the sudden warmth to surround his cock. 
“Oh fuck —” It shouldn’t turn you on this much hearing him so breathless when you haven’t even done anything yet. Mouth full of cock, unable to speak, you hide your retort on your tongue, sliding your tongue languidly down his shaft. 
He throws his head back, giving you a delicious view of his throat, saliva pooling in your mouth with the urge to bite at it. After a couple moments of staring at the sweat sliding from his jaw, you tap at his thigh to grab his attention. “Keep your eyes on me, Omi.” 
Your words are muffled, and watered down by the amount of saliva in your mouth, pulling away to let it fall onto the tip before sucking it back into your mouth. 
He’s struggling to focus on anything but the feeling of your mouth teasing gently at his cock, and internally thanks you for bringing this topic up because damn, he was missing out. He understands now; understands why whenever Atsumu meets a pretty girl with nice lips— his words, not Kiyoomi’s— he’s taking her upstairs for some fun.
The sight of you makes his cock twitch, accompanied by the moan you let out once you feel it. It’s getting messier, his heavy breathing is getting louder. Saliva pooling from your mouth drips down, and he’s catching it using the tip of his thumb, his mind a nest of fog and haze as he tries to focus on the warm suction of your mouth.
“Shit.” 
His hips jerk forward and you choke, your tight throat convulsing around his tip, and he would feel bad at how the sound of you choking turned him on more, had him wanting to tangle his fingers in your hair and push you down to slip himself further inside your tight throat. He would feel bad about that, if it wasn’t for your body rising, hips shimmying from side to side as you brace your hands on his hips for leverage, taking his cock deeper in your mouth. 
He’s so thick inside you, your jaw aches, and your eyes are pooling with tears, but you’re desperate to hear that noise once more, that choked off moan he let out when he let his guard down. 
He watches with focused eyes as the tears gather at the corner of your eyes, watches the way they threaten to fall as you suck a little harder at his cock.
“You’re so fucking pretty.” He can’t help himself, and you freeze when you hear it, giving your jaw a temporary lunch break, flicking your eyes up to him. The sight of him is gorgeous; his lips are parted slightly, broad chest expanding and deflating as he struggles to catch his breath. 
The only time you’ve seen him this breathless is after a long day of practice. 
You forget where you are and what you’re doing, mouth vibrating around his cock as you try to call him pretty too. He groans, a low sound that sends a tingle straight down to your legs, fighting back the urge to touch yourself. 
He watches as you swallow him back down, as you peek up at him through your lashes, as you hold the heated eye contact for a moment before closing your eyes, focusing on pushing him closer to his peak.
He wants to be louder, wants you to let him know how good you feel, how warm your mouth is, but it’s like he’s tongue tied, only making subtle grunts when he slips too far down your throat. 
You moan around his cock, back arching in a way that he can see the long slope of your body, hands tingling with the urge to fuck you into the couch.
There’s a ticklish feeling down by his balls and he jerks his eyes away from your body, down to your hands. You tug gently, rolling them between your soft fingertips. 
“Fuc—fuck—” He stutters out, hips thrusting forward one time more, burying himself in the heat of your mouth, hot cum spilling out beyond his control. 
Your cheeks hollow as you suck the rest of his cum from his tip, humming to lure the rest out. His hands tangle in your hair and he’s pulling you off his cock with a gasp.
Your hands fly to your throat, massaging it from the outside to ease the burn, and he watches, breathlessly panting, as you compose yourself.
“So—” You cough, and he notices how hoarse your voice is. “Feel good?”
He could lie; could keep his ego and watch you frown and attempt to suck him off again because you’re you, and you never back down from a challenge.
When he’s silent, the frown on your lips play anyway, and as you inch forward, he shifts back, until you’re on top of him, caging him in with your arms beside his head. 
He meets you halfway when you lean down,  capturing your lips together in a heated kiss. He can taste himself on your tongue and despite how disgusting that makes him feel, the twitch of his cock tells a different story. He’s licking into your mouth, eager to drive the taste of him away, now desperate to taste you. 
With a push, your back hits the couch gently, and you bite at your lip as he flips the position, caging you in this time. You smile up at him, hands sliding along the length of his arms to tangle behind his neck. “You never answered my question, Omi.”
“Shut up.” Your grin grows, inching upwards to kiss him, your lips brushing his cheek as he looks down to your shorts, unzipping them all the way before sliding them off. You gasp as he tugs you forward, bending down so his lips brush yours. “Lemme make you feel good.”
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moonbeamwritings · 1 year
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To anyone else, a couple sitting together at breakfast not speaking to each other may seem odd, but for you and Kiyoomi, though, it’s nothing out of the ordinary.
“So, you’re away for a game this Friday, right?”
His response comes in the way of a slight nod, eyes narrowed in focus on the plate of food in front of him.
“When will you be home? Monday?”
He nods again, and your eyebrows crease in confusion. You open your mouth to question why he’s suddenly acting so strange, but before you can, Kiyoomi’s tilting his head in the direction of the table to your left. And then you hear it — the gossip.
“I just can’t believe she would do that! I thought she was my friend, ya know?”
Your mouth snaps shut in an instant, anxious to hear what unfolds next.
“Well,” the girl on the other side starts, clearly apprehensive, “she has liked him since high school. I thought you knew that.”
Silverware clatters down to the table. Whatever answer the first girl was expecting, it certainly wasn’t that. You and Kiyoomi share a pointed look, your mouths full of food.
“He’s my ex-fiancé. Are you serious right now?”
You have to control your face, taking a sip from your coffee mug to hide your surprise. Kiyoomi’s no better — eyes all but bulging at the new bit of information.
“I think you’re being a little unfair.”
You and Kiyoomi lock eyes in an instant, sharing looks that scream “oh shit.”
“Unfair?” The first girl is incredulous, and you can tell she’s biting back the volume in her voice. You have to strain to hear what she says next. “They started hooking up the second him and I broke up.”
Kiyoomi hides another expression behind his fist, cheeks stuffed with pancakes. His eyes widen, brows raising as he looks at you over his hand. You’re familiar enough with what you lovingly call Kiyoomi-speak to know he’s saying, “Can you believe this shit?”
Your expression mirrors his own.
You spend the rest of your meal digesting the conversation coming from the table beside you, and as you walk back to your apartment, Kiyoomi’s hand in yours, you unpack it together.
“Her ex seems like a dick.”
“He does! The friend is no better either.”
“Mm,” Kiyoomi’s brow furrows. “That friend she was eating with kind of sucks, too. It seemed like she was pulling out all of these excuses for the other girl.”
“That’s what I was gonna say! She probably knew all along.”
“Mm, probably.”
You continue to chat the whole way home, and as silly as it sounds, the idle conversation has warmth thrumming beneath your skin. It’s nice, you think as Kiyoomi delves into the theory that the poor girl was probably cheated on. To have someone who understands you, someone you can always rely on to people watch and gossip with you.
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nyctophilicroses · 6 days
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Thinking about blowing kiyoomi for his 28th birthday 🤭
Oh GOD yes.
After a birthday filled with a chaotic boys who adore and torment your man, and you sneaking kisses whenever you could, you knew that by the end of the night, your man would be pliant and ready to completely relax under your ministrations.
He’s on the bed, one arm propping his head, the other scrolling through his phone as he waits for you- you, however, have other plans in play.
“You coming to bed?” He asks sleepily. “‘M tired. You little rats exhausted me.”
You giggle and sit down on the edge of the bed, laying your hand on his thigh that immediately tenses up under your touch. “I think… I have one more gift for you,” you hum, thumb provocatively rolling over the thick muscle.
“Oh do you?”
“I do.” Your fingertips walk like legs to the waistband of his sweats, toying with the small drawstrings, “only if you want it, of course. Since your rats tired you out.”
He grins and tosses his phone to the side, “oh, baby, you don’t know how bad I want it.”
You return the smile and lean over to capture his lips in a kiss, letting him take control of the pace as he eagerly licks into your mouth, tongues dancing against each other as you mewl into the kiss. Your wandering hand ghosts over the hardening cock under his sweats, making him pant softly at the feeling.
You giggle and slowly kiss down his neck, sucking dark marks on tender parts of his flesh, leaving purpling marks in your path. You feel him swallow sharply and release a shuddery gasp, his neck has always been an erogenous zone for your man, and coupled with the gentle drag of your fingers over his cock, he’s already turning into a putty in your palms.
Your kisses trail south and you flick your tongue playfully over his nipple, and he hisses. “You’re teasing me, brat.”
You snicker, “never said I wasn’t going to make you squirm a little bit.” You lick the hardening bud again, and his cock twitches in your palm. You relent however, and pull back your head, making direct eye contact with him as you slip your hands under his waistband boxers and finally touch his cock. His brows twitch and he shivers, and you waste no further time in slipping him out and into the air.
You spit a wad of saliva into your fist and slowly start working him up to full hardness, his cock now erect in your grasp and twitching from the coolness of the air mingling with the slick of spit on his member.
“Please,” he murmurs, and you obey. You shift yourself to lay between his long legs, innocently crossing your ankles and letting them sway in the air as you kiss along his cock, sucking gently at his balls while he sinks his teeth into his lip.
You flatten your tongue and lick a broad stripe up the prominent, pretty veins adorning the left side, and his abs tighten in front of you. His jaw ticks, eyes screw shut, and you decide to have mercy on him as you take him into your mouth, tongue swirling around his tip in wide circles. He wheezes, and you chuckle, only for the vibrations to send waves straight through him.
“Please,” he echos.
You waste no further time in starting to suck his cock, slurping messily and loudly for him to get completely overloaded with sensory, and judging by the way he tightens and trembles below you, you’re doing just that.
The first time you take him completely to the back of your throat, his hips rise to completely fuck into you. Something he does as he’s losing control, something he does as he’s so overcome with pleasure it’s all he can do.
“Ah-“ he pants, arching his back as you take him to the back of your throat, the muscle tightening around him has him scrunching his face in absolute pleasure. His brows furrow in the middle of his head. His jaw slacks as little huffs and moans are expelled into the air. “I’m not g-onna last if you ke-keep doing that.”
You hum, only making his thighs tense around your head, “b-baby, fuck, please- keep going-“
You do. You pull back and take him forward back down your throat, gripping your hands on his thighs to brace the bobbing of your head. You whine in surprise when a massive hand cups the back of your head, encouraging you to go impossibly deeper down your throat. You comply, gagging softly.
Heels dig into the mattress on either side of you, hips raising to chase the warmth of your mouth as he whines and mewls into the air, the stickiness of sex melding with the noises of pleasure.
“You’re squeezing me,” he grunts at the feeling of the back of your throat constricting over his swollen tip. You flick your eyes up at him again as you pull back again. He’s a wreck, one hand carding through his messy curls, his teeth sunk into his lip while his other hand grips the sheets hard enough where his knuckles lighten. “I’m gonna cum- I’m gonna cum, baby, please make me cum-“
You say nothing. You can’t. You hum in confirmation and close your eyes, the vibrations only egging him closer to his orgasm, and before you know it, he lets out a shuddery sob, tense muscles of his abs relaxing as he shoots his cum right down your throat, hips jerking up in retaliation. You gag at the sensation and forceful thrust, but you swallow him completely, fluttering your eyes open once again.
You ease him out of your mouth and press a kiss to the ruddy, spent cock head before shimmying up the bed to kiss him again. He’s much more lethargic, sleepier now in post-orgasmic bliss, but he’s clearly relishing in the taste of himself on your tongue.
You slowly pull back, and he squeaks in protest. “Happy birthday, angel boy,” you pant, pressing a kiss to his upper lip.
He smiles and mumbles a quiet “thank you” before kissing you again, letting the high of the night come back down, lost in lust and love.
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salsakiyoomi · 9 months
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sakusa kiyoomi is a man of his routine.
wake up early, get out of bed, take a quick shower, have breakfast, go out on his morning jog, come back home, rest for a while and then go out to practice.
that's how his everyday went — boring, right? to set such a standard and actually commit to it thoroughly every day.
but that's how kiyoomi is, how he always was — a man of his routine.
that is, until you came along.
his alarm rang about fifteen minutes ago but he's still in bed, his arms wrapped around you, and your legs are wrapped around his torso, a tangle of limbs as your face is buried into the crook of his neck, whispering, "just five more minutes."
he doesn't know how he ended up like this, still in bed even after his alarm rang when he should be up and in the shower right now, but somehow, for some reason, he could never find himself being able to say no to you.
"you said that five minutes ago." he whispers back, his fingers running gently through your hair — this is how his mornings have been ever since you moved in with him, lazy and comforting with the both of you so close to eachother, and he would never admit it out loud, but he actually likes this — likes the warmth of your body against his as you mutter sleepy sweet nothings to him.
"i know." you mumble, placing a soft kiss on the skin of his neck, "this just feels so nice." you hum sleepily, continuing to place soft, butterfly kisses on his neck, your lips barely even touching his skin as you do so, "can't you just stay home today?"
he can't help but shiver at the touch of your lips, how soft it is and he grunts quietly, "you know i can't, baby." he answers back — you always ask him this question, every morning, the answer remains the same and you don't press it, he can't help but think that you maybe ask him this just to tease him a bit.
you hum in response, and he can almost imagine your pout, but nonetheless, you continue to place butterfly kisses on his neck, trailing slowly up to his jaw, "kiyo, you're off tomorrow right?" you whisper against his skin, your hands slowly and gently trailing up his bare chest, to his shoulders and you wrap your arms around him.
he hums in response, "yeah." his fingers are treading through your hair gently, and his hand is tracing circles on your back.
you smile sleepily, he can see the way your eyes are half lidded, and he guesses you're not exactly fully awake yet, "good." you murmur "we can have this all tomorrow morning then without a deadline chasing your ass." he can't help but let out a short laugh when you say that, but he's quickly cut off when you press your lips against his mouth.
it's a bit of a sloppy kiss, with your lips parted so his tongue slips in, it's sleepy and slow, lazy as you move sluggishly against him, and you taste so sweet, like that chocolate cake you had last night before you slept, and like that strawberry lip balm you wear all the time, and he can't help but get lost in your taste.
you pull away, a small smile on your face and you plant a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
he can't help but smile a bit too, humming to himself, "i have to go now." he tells you quietly, attempting to get your arms off of him.
you shake your head and press yourself closer to him, "just five more minutes." you murmur, burying your face in the crook of his neck again.
sakusa kiyoomi is a man of his routine, he sets a standard and commits to it, and more often than not, he doesn't like it when his routine is disturbed.
but there is always an exception to the rule, and for you, he'll let you break his routine, and mumble about 'five more minutes' even though he knows they won't be the last ones as you press more butterfly kisses to his neck.
he'll let you have your own routine disturb his.
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dira333 · 20 days
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Imagine
You learn of Sakusa Kiyoomi at a sports event. He attracts your interest by answering the insanely dumb questions of interviewers with more than the average intellect required. He's funny. Thoughtful. Way out of your league. You don't get a chance to talk to him.
Your friend is friends with him. Everything she tells you of him makes him look better until you grab another friend and take her to MSBY Game in the wild hopes you might get to talk to him. He's not playing that day.
Months pass. There must be some weird psychological trick working because wherever you go, Sakusa's there. You see his face on the covers of newspapers, hear him or his team mentioned in passing conversations. Your mind is the moon rotating around him.
"Hey," Kuroo stops you in the hallway. "We need a commentator for the event next week. Can you do it?"
"Uh," you hesitate. "Sure, but am I doing it alone?"
"Well, we've got someone covering the first half. You'll do the second half."
"Oh, who is it?"
"Sakusa Kiyoomi, you know him?"
"You've got to be kidding me." The words slip out of your mouth before you can hold them back. Kuroo's eyebrows wander up his temple.
"Do you have a problem with him?" Kuroo asks, half amused, half curious.
"I... I'm not sure. I haven't technically met him yet. But the Universe seems intent on pushing us toward each other."
"Oh, don't worry. You're not his type." Kuroo jokes, turning around when someone calls his name. "I gotta go, okay. If he gives you any trouble, just remember that, okay?"
"O-okay..." You're left behind, blinking as you try to make sense of his words. You're pretty sure he did not call you ugly just now. Kuroo's a good friend, has tried to set you up more than once.
But never with Volleyball Players.
You hesitate, try to fight insecurity raising its ugly head. Your only defense is anger. But not at yourself, or Kuroo, or the Universe for doing its thing. No, you're angry at Sakusa.
Who is he, that he dares to think you're beneath him? He's not attractive anyway. The moles on his forehead look like buttons. What is he, a robot? A computer, ready to be turned on? He's way too lanky for your taste anyway. You prefer your athletes muscular. Like Basketball Players.
You sigh. Who are you kidding?
You're Elizabeth Bennett and he's Mr. Darcy and he just called you barely tolerable.
Well, at least now you'll have no problem facing him next week. After all, he's not your type either.
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tiniella · 1 year
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★ haikyuu  [ hinata, suna, bokuto, sakusa ] ⏤ where they like to cum.
૮ ෆ ´ ˕ ` ෆ ა cw: 18+, nasty and pervy boys”, oral, cream pie, light degradation.
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HINATA ♡ on your boobs. boy is just a bomb of hormones, he can’t help but imagine how pretty your chest would look covered in his cum. he’d pumping in and out of your pussy and gropping your chest like he had never touched boobs before, scrunching his pretty face up and asking you if you’re liking it. needless to say, you’re more than happy of indulging his wish when he empties himself all over your chest and snapping a picture of it after.
SUNA ♡ on your pretty face. hard!dom suna would make you suck his dick in the most sloppy way, spit dripping down from your chin to his cock while you try to put all of him in your mouth, hollowing your cheek with his shaft he makes you you look up at him and beg him to cum on your face. the adorable little smile you give him while his cum is splayed across your cheeks, mouth and hair is enough for him to get hard again.
BOKUTO ♡ in your pussy. babyboy is romantic and wants to be as close as he can to you. he's the type to get euphoric when he feels your tight cunt twitching and clenching around his dick, moaning loudly and biting his lip when you say you can feel him deep inside your tummy. he's so cute when he says he wants to cum inside you and make you walk around with his seed in your cunny so you'll remember him everytime you feel his warm load inside you.
SAKUSA ♡ in your mouth. "messy little girls get slapped" he says while pumping his cock in front of your face. you didn't even get to taste him, you couldn't even give him a little lick, "you're not supposed to enjoy it, you're supposed to be grateful i'm letting you drink my cum.” kiyoomi makes you open your pretty mouth to cum inside it, watching how your eyes get watery from being such a needy girl.
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veenxys · 1 year
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「Moments that made you fall in love a little more for Haikyuu boys」
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⤷ Bokuto it happens on one of those late-night phone calls the two of you always make; one minute you’re laughing at god knows what, and the next the mood fades, replaced by a moment of silence; and there is a warmth and comfort in the stillness, but also an unmistakable, aching feeling of longing. as soon as you close your eyes and listen to each other’s breathing you start to wonder if he fell asleep but he breaks the silence with “wish you were here”, his voice sweet and calm, which makes your heart tighten a little while you whisper a “me too.” and that’s when you find yourself even more in love with him, even so far away you can feel him so close.
⤷ Kuroo
it’s when he starts planning a future with you; you two are lying in bed staring at the ceiling, it’s 2 am and he keeps talking about how much he wants to be happy with you and live all your dreams together; to make you laugh, he starts to give you details about what a perfect future would be like with you, what your dream house would be like, the name of your future cat/dog and even what kind of tv shows the two of you would watch together after a long day. he smiles and you turn his face to face him - his gentle expression and a genuine smile on his face make your heart race because that’s when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with him.
⤷ Atsumu
it’s the way he takes such good care of you; washing and drying your hair for you, tucking the blankets around you, making you breakfast, giving you his jacket when it’s cold, listening to you complain about anything with so much attention and patience, buying you your favorite things, being by your side all the time and so on. every little gesture makes you fall in love with him like it’s the first time.
⤷ Osamu
it’s when you two travel with your friends and you end up getting really sleepy; he gently lays your head on his chest and strokes your hair, leaving occasional kisses on your head while holding you comfortably so you can sleep well. and in that moment you realize how much he cares about you, how much he loves you, and how much you love him back.
⤷ Kenma
when you hear him say “i love you” when he thinks you’re asleep; he doesn’t tell you that very often, he prefers to demonstrate it by small gestures or even physical touches, but you know he loves you, a lot. and something like he whispered so softly as he caressed your face made your heart race in your chest and you fall even more in love with him - even though you didn’t know it was possible.
⤷ Nishinoya
when you realize he always laughs at your bad jokes just to make you happy; sometimes he didn’t even think it was very funny, but he always laughed because the passionate face you made when you heard his laugh always made him melt and because this moment is so pure and precious to him. he always wanted to see your eyes shining and your smile, so he always laughed. and when you found that out, you fell a little more in love with the love of your life.
⤷ Oikawa
when you realize that even after so long together, his love for you hasn’t changed; it’s the little things like when he brings home your favorite candy, little kisses on the forehead and lips as a way of saying goodbye or hello, putting socks on your feet when it’s cold, taking out that part of your food you don’t like or the way he looks at you like you’re the most precious person in the world. are little things that prevailed in your relationship that make you fall in love with him even more.
⤷ Suna
it happens when he gives you one of those hugs that only he can give; the kind that start off almost casual but last longer than it should, simply because neither of you refuses to let go. it feels warm and familiar and safe in each other’s arms. at one point he snuggles closer, burying his face against the crook of your neck, you can feel his breath and his little smile on your skin. he comments how much he loves your scent and you laugh before asking him to describe it, and he takes a moment before replying, ‘it just smells like... you. like home.’ and that’s when you melt a little more for him.
⤷ Sakusa
it’s one of those deep and unexpected conversations in unlikely places, like the supermarket. it’s just that almost sacred connection you get when you’re telling someone your thoughts and ideas, no matter how simple. and you worry about bothering him or something, so you’re ready to put it all aside with an apology or a giggle, but you don’t have to because he understands, and he wants to hear you, he really does. and as he continue the conversation while putting the cereal box in the cart, you feel a new wave of love for him.
⤷ Hinata
when you catch him looking at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world; he tries to cover up by starting some random subject while scratching the back of his neck, but that little moment when you saw his eyes shining with love and a genuine smile on his lips made you realize how loved and admired you are, and honestly you didn’t know that you could fall in love with him even more until that moment.
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kuroosimpurou · 1 year
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Sakusa x reader, suggestive language but no other warnings
Author’s Note: It’s my birthday today so this is part two of a couple of birthday scenarios I have that are mostly just self-indulgent fluff lol.
Contrary to popular (Atsumu’s) belief, Sakusa wasn’t completely heartless. He also was not a virgin, something else Atsumu constantly speculated on. Sakusa was just the type to separate work and life. 
He didn’t talk about his significant other because you belonged at home when he could relax, not in a sweaty locker room with his teammates. Why would he waste time talking about you when he could just go home to you? The same was said for home, he didn’t want to be asked about work he just wanted to relax. He had hard lines that had never crossed for the two years he’d been working for MSBY. 
Except now Atsumu had Hinata and Bokuto to help him drive Sakusa up the wall. The three had swarmed him now as soon as he walked into the gym.
“Why do you have all of next week off Omi?” Bokuto was the first to ask.
Sakusa’s face turned angrier than any of them had ever seen at the simple question. Sakusa did not want to be asked this because it was breaching into you territory. 
“You took the same week off last year, so what is it?” Atsumu pressed on while Hinata and Bokuto shied away at the murder in Omi’s eyes.
“It’s none of your business,” Sakusa grumbled and pushed past the three idiots.
“Leave Sakusa alone, his vacation time is his concern only so focus on practice,” Coach yelled to snap them into shape.
Atsumu cackled at that, “Omi on a vacation? Where to, the Artic where there are no people just penguins to bother him?” 
Sakusa ignored the remark. He wasn’t actually going on a vacation. He was just going to spend the whole week with you, doing whatever you wanted. It was how you two always celebrated your birthday for the past five years. You weren’t the type to want a fancy vacation, you two saved getaways for the summer weather. The first year you were together you’d told him all you wanted for your birthday was time with him, so he’d given you a whole week. Of course, gifts and nice dinners and fun activities were included as well. Now it was tradition. A tradition Sakusa before you would have found cheesy and unnecessary, but now nothing felt like enough to show you how much he loved you and the fact that you were born. Birthdays had never mattered to him but yours did because everything about you mattered to him. 
None of this was anything Atsumu needed to know.
“There’s no holidays this week so what is it? Do you go to a brothel and let out all the pent up steam you hold in for the rest of the year?” Atsumu joked. 
“I thought you said I gave off virgin energy,” Sakusa deadpanned, over this conversation.
Tomorrow his vacation started. After practice he was going to pick you up from your job. He’d wait outside his car for you to run out of the building just like you always did. He’d roll his eyes but open his arms and catch you as you jumped into his embrace. He’d mumble that you should be more professional outside of your place of work as you bombarded his face with kisses. You’d both know he never wanted you to stop. He couldn’t wait.
But for now he had to get through practice. 
Bokuto smiled at him, “Well I just hope you get to relax Omi. You’re always so tense!”
Sakusa nodded appreciatively at his teammate, still just wanting the topic of his time-off to be done with. If they found out what he was doing, they’d find out about you and then he’d have to deal with the annoyance of why he never said he had a partner before. 
Too late, Atsumu wasn’t about to let this go, “You need to get laid on this vacation, that’s what will make you less tense. Trust me.”
Atsumu of course wasn’t that big of a ladies man, being a giant sap himself. He wasn’t celibate either though. This he always tried to push onto Sakusa given that he was under the impression his teammate was single and just too socially awkward to talk to people.
But Sakusa talked to you, he’d even been the first to approach you. Against all odds, Sakusa was really flirty and forward with you. He was also most definitely not a virgin. This wasn’t something he felt the need to defend himself on though. Atsumu thinking he was a virgin with no game didn’t change his active and adventurous sex life with a partner he deeply cared about and trusted. How else would he be able to not rip the idiot’s bleached head off if he wasn’t getting off most nights (and sometimes mornings)?
Coach again yelled at Atsumu to get back to practice, and this time the setter surprisingly obliged since he realized he wasn’t going to get anything out of Kiyoomi. 
Practice went on as usual except for their lunch break. Sakusa normally ate in the bleachers with the rest of the team without engaging in conversation unless forced to. He’d learned early if he tried to eat in his car and talk on the phone with you, Atsumu would knock on his window and try to see what he was up to. 
But today you’d texted him that you were sent home early from work to start off your birthday week early. You were debating taking a taxi or the train home. Sakusa deflated a bit now that he wouldn’t get his usual picking you up kisses. 
Also he was never liked you taking public transit or taxis. It wasn’t safe. You in his car was best. He immediately stepped out to call you. 
“Hi baby! Let me guess, you don’t think I should take either because you picking me up is safest,” You teased immediately.
Sakusa blushed at you knowing him so well, “It is. Should I leave practice early? I could talk to Coach.”
“And tell him what? You have intense diarrhea? Or that you are a worry wart who needs to pick up their partner from work because you don’t trust public transport to get them home safely?”
“Maybe I just like picking you up because it means more time together?”
Sakusa never failed to make you speechless when he got sincere.
“What, no snide comment now?” He teased at your silence.
“I’m thinking of one give me a moment.”
He smiled at that, “Well it’s your birth week so take as long as you need and I am leaving early to come get you. Go the to that café next to your office and get yourself one of everything on my card to kick it off.”
“Kiyoomi,-”
It was his turn to know what you were going to say, “It’s not a big deal for me to leave practice for one day for you. I’d quit volleyball altogether for you.”
“Kiyo, I would never ask you to quit your passion. Plus you’re already taking a whole week off just for my birthday-”
“Celebrating you is more important than practice,” he interjected. 
He didn’t like when you acted like his job was more important than your relationship. He’d leave in the middle of a set if you needed him. You were more important than any game to him. Sure he kept work and home separate, but home always came first. 
“I would like if you came to get me. Do you want anything from the café?” You said softly, accepting his love. It was always hard for you to not push back when you felt he was doing too much, but it did make you feel loved. 
Sakusa smiled, “Just a black coffee. I’ll be there in twenty. I love you.”
Your sweet I love you too fell on deaf ears because in that moment Sakusa looked up from his phone to see his three teammates standing just outside the gym door. Oh fuck, how much did they hear?
“Omi has a girlfriend!” Hinata shrieked. 
Sakusa saw red. This wasn’t supposed to happen this way. He hadn’t planned to hide you forever. But he wanted to do it on his terms, wanted to keep it from getting out in the media, wanted to protect you. 
You’d come to games, but never sat in the team family suite. You preferred to sit in the stands, liking being actually closer to the court so you could see your boyfriend play. Sakusa loved being able to see you in the crowd so it was his preference too. 
But now he was going to have to kill his teammates quickly before he went and picked you up. Then onto your birthday celebration. 
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satoruzlove · 1 year
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today’s brainrot? cat dad kiyo.
the cat loves kiyoomi. her name is lilac, in reference to this set of hcs, and she’s a gray tabby. you guys got her within the second year of dating and he claimed that she was getting hair everywhere- but he didn’t seem to mind much truthfully.
if it’s cold, kiyoomi and lilac are snuggled cozily under the sheets, as your boyfriend lays on his tummy. lilac is kneading at his muscular back, eyes closing slowly. kiyoomi’s cheeks seem to smush deeper and deeper into the pillow as time goes on, his breathing in a regular pattern signalling that your kitty’s massage was truly doing him some good.she may meow at him for attention, and even though he was about to drift off into a whimsical sleep- he hums drowsily; just so she knows that he’s listening.
lilac loves how kiyoomi smells. when he’s away for games, training, photoshoots, she often rolls around on his side of the bed and spreads her gray fur all over it. you send him pictures just to spite him. he pretends to be annoyed but his lip juts out every so slightly in endearment as he stares at the picture. he misses his babies.
lilac meows a hell of a lot. she’s very chatty and has an attitude. god forbid that kiyoomi takes your spot on the couch- he’s getting an ear full of ‘meeeowwoowww’ and ‘mouuuwwww’ until he scooches. if you happen to be eating chicken, she’ll politely sit at your feet [ more likely kiyoomi’s , she knows how soft her dad is for her ] and when you look down she lets out a little ‘mrow?’ as if asking for some. kiyoomi has a little glass plate you two found at a craft market- it’s pink- that he keeps to feed her with.
if lilac is just in the mood to talk- kiyoomi talks back. as he walks around she’ll follow, tail whirling and swirling in the air. she meows at him, and he aggressively lets out something that sounds like a combination of a meow and a gutteral scream of agony. when she was a baby, her ears would perk up in concern, but now she’s used to her dad’s feeble attempts to communicate with her. you’ll be in the lounge, sitting on the sofa and hear this muffled by the walls.
“mouwww”
“what do you want?”
silence. a pause, then a sigh.
“mEeeOuWW?”
“meowww!”
lastly - kiyoomi treats lilac like a human child. her own plates, her own cushion on the sofa, special fur oils and raw meat being a regular part of her diet. she doesn’t have a cat bed- your boyfriend would never banish her to [ dare i say ] feeling like an animal. she’s got the princess treatment and she’s daddy little baby. always.
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emmyrosee · 8 days
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happy birthday to my Kiyoomi man (and my momma LMAOO-)
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When the side of the bed next to him is cold, Kiyoomi is immediately suspicious.
You’re never up and out long enough for your side of the bed to become cold, you hate the feeling of having to rewarm it under your body (though you assure him you don’t mind too much, as you warm up in his arms).
Regardless, he wakes up with a cocked brow and a small, sleepy scowl.
He makes his way out of the room, adorned only in his boxers, knuckling his eyes and smacking his lips as he searches for you.
He checks the bathroom, only to find the door wide open and dark. Then, he checks the kitchen, seeing it in a similar state, he feels a small sense of panic creep through his body.
Only to disappear when he enters the living room and finds you, sleeping. There’s countless black and gold balloons surrounding you, your body curled in on itself for warmth and a cup of cold tea resting next to you. He smiles and looks at the clock. 4 am. You must’ve been out here for hours, blowing up balloons by mouth alone.
“Hey,” he whispers, creeping towards you. He gently lays a hand on your shoulder and shakes you awake, “whatcha doin?”
“Balloons,” you barely manage, voice drunk with sleep and heavy with exhaustion. Your throat sounds raw, probably from so much energy going into the balloon blowing. He chuckles and looks around the room for more details.
There’s a small sign with “happy birthday” in black and gold still wrapped in plastic, black party hats and plates on the side table- you probably were planning on having the boys over for breakfast this morning.
“C’mon, baby,” he says softly, poking you with his toe. “Let’s go back to bed. You need it.”
“C’me.”
“Huh?”
“Carry me,” you whine.
He rolls his eyes with a smile before bending down and scooping you up in his arms, adjusting you comfortably before making his way back to the bedroom with you cradled in his arms.
“D’t tell ‘omi,” you slur, and he snickers softly.
“Won’t say a word.”
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oomisluvr · 2 years
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sakusa takes care of a sick!reader <3
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synopsis: granted, it is a bit gross. the sniffling. the sweating. god, the coughing. but he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy this. just a little.
warnings: none, just some light swearing!
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KIYOOMI should not be enjoying this as much as he should.
a steady hand brings another spoonful of soup to his lips, blowing on the contents to cool them off.
"this is humiliating," you groan, opening your mouth as sakusa feeds you now-tepid broth, complete with airplane noises and silly voices, "you don't have to feed me."
watching closely, he smiles softly as you thoughtfully chew and swallow, your sore throat bobbing with the motion. he likes taking care of you. maybe a bit too much, if he's being honest.
"of course i do," he quips, already preparing another spoonful, "i'm your partner. it's my job to take care of you."
"no, no more!" you whine, shaking your head, "i don't want to eat anymore. i'm full."
he frowns. you barely ate today. "give me five more bites of soup and finish the rest of your toast."
you sniffle and nod, opening your mouth to welcome the next spoonful of soup, "did you make this yourself?" you ask, congestion muffling your words. kiyoomi thinks it's the cutest thing he's ever heard.
"yeah, i got the recipe from my mother." a small droplet of soup dribbles out of the corner of your lip, but kiyoomi is quick to act, dabbing away the liquid before it reaches your clothes, "she sends her regards, by the way."
"i love that woman." you babble, "i'm surprised you're not freaked out by all this."
"by what? feeding you?"
"no, like," you open your mouth for another spoonful of soup. sakusa rushes to oblige you, happy that you requested more, "all the germs and stuff. earlier i sneezed and a booger shot across the room. a full 10 feet, at least."
"well when you put it like that, it sounds pretty fucking gross." he frowns.
"i thought it was cool."
"you think everything is cool." he sighs, "especially dumb shit like snot rockets." you giggle at the words 'snot rocket' coming out of his mouth.
"but, no, i'm not freaked out." he adds, setting the chipped bowl to the side when you turn your nose up at the next spoonful, "i think i was at first, but we live together," he shrugs, "i can't really protect myself unless i lock you inside the closet for the next two weeks, and that's not an option. if i get sick, i get sick. i've accepted my fate."
"you could go stay with one of your teammates in the mean time, if you're really bothered by it." you note seriously. you know he's trying to act cool in front of you, but you know how big of a sacrifice this is .
"i'd rather catch the plague." his ears perk up at the sound of your laugh, "besides, if i get sick, you get to take care of me." he grins, "won't that be fun?"
"i might lock you in the closet, actually." he scoffs.
"i'm going to wash your dishes," he pokes your cheek. you make an effort to bite the offensive finger but he moves away too quickly, smiling at his victory, "and when i come back you better be nice again."
you stick your tongue out at him. he returns the gesture.
distantly, you hear him humming to himself over the sound of the the rushing sink water, and something in your brain decides it's the perfect white noise to usher you into a light nap. you hadn't realized you feel asleep until you feel the cough dip, rousing you gently.
"how do you feel, love?" he asks, pressing the back of his hand against your forehead and cheeks.
"sleepy," you mumble, "sleepy and cold."
"don't fall asleep yet," he lightly chastises, "you have to take your medicine now."
"noooo," you cry out, "that shit tastes like shit."
he cracks a smile, "i'm pretty sure it's grape flavored, actually."
you glare at him, "i won't take it."
"it'll make you feel better, though."
you shake your head, "not worth it. i would rather die."
"please, baby? for me?" he gives a dramatic show of puppy-dog eyes and a pout, making every effort to coax you into taking your medicine.
you don't cave, placing your palm over your mouth to emphasize your unwillingness.
"if you don't take your medicine, then you don't love me." he deadpans.
"that's literally gaslighting." you call him out, "you're gaslighting me."
"is it?" he questions, "i don't think you know what actual gaslighting is."
"stop!" you laugh, "that's even more gaslighting."
he smiles handsomely, happy that he was able to shake some giggles from your sore throat, "how about this: what's it going to take for you to take your medicine? anything goes."
"you'd do anything?"
he nods firmly, "whatever it takes."
"alright," his determination makes you flush, "take a nap with me."
it's such a simple request, but if you read in between the lines it sounds more like a declaration of love. kiyoomi's always been slack-jawed at the fact that you actually like him. not despite his flaws, but because of them. your love is all-encompassing, and you've adopted his strange habits into your life and accommodated for them as if they were your own. you never ask him for much, you never push too hard. you deserve the world, and kiyoomi will be damned if he isn't the one to give it to you.
he supposes a nap isn't entirely out of the question.
"i can do that," he responds cooly, "i'll get the cough syrup."
it takes 20 more minutes of bickering before you swallow the spoonful of purple syrup, and another 5 minutes of expressing your distaste following the whole ordeal.
taking the heavy comforters usually saved for the winter months from the closet, he settles himself beneath you as the two of you lie down for an afternoon nap.
you've got an army of pillows and blankets around you, an array of fabrics piled up to your chin. despite the countless layers, you're shivering. oh well, he figures, just another excuse to pull you closer.
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guess what!!!!!!!!!! more domestic sakusa!!!!!!!! r u noticing a pattern!!!!!
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kiyoowomi · 1 year
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[7:17 pm]
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“hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!” you say as he slowly takes careful steps towards you, eyes focused on the hot paper bowl of noodles still steaming from the hot water.
“i’m here, i’m here, i’m here!” he mocks teasingly, voice pitched higher than normal in an effort to exaggerate your own. you stick your tongue out at him and he grins in triumph as you clear the table in front of you.
discarded wraps of ume and mentaiko onigiris you had eaten earlier were still strewn about, and you hurriedly tossed them in the trash next to you. kiyoomi sets down the ramen on a clean part of the table and pulls out wet tissues, opening the tab and handing it to you. you both wordlessly begin to wipe down the surface, hands moving in perfect clockwork.
kiyoomi thinks it’s funny how even in an empty 7-11 convenience store, at the dead of night, the two of you still carry out the same routine. like it’s set in stone, like it’s part of your lives, like it’s embedded in your hearts.
he watches you toss the dirtied tissues in the bin and squeeze sanitizer on your palms, clapping it twice before you hand one of the wrapped chopsticks to him. when he doesn’t take it immediately, your eyes shift to where he is sitting on your right.
“what?” you ask, right eyebrow raised. 
he’s looking into your eyes directly now, dark irises seemingly stripping you of any secret you’ve kept your whole life.
what you don’t know is that he’s thinking of how thankful he is of how his whole life led up to this. 
you squirm under his piercing gaze and when your face turns into a confused grimace, he plucks the chopsticks and rips the paper wrapping open. kiyoomi takes a moment to brace himself, then breaks the chopsticks apart (perfectly, of course) and hands it to you, retrieving the other one from the table for himself.
“are you going to tell me what happened just then? it seems like you’ve got a lot on your mind.” you remark while stirring the noodles. he shakes his head. “it’s a secret.”
“come on, i tell you everything and you keep secrets from me?”
“i would trade you one secret if you give me some of those chocolate cookies you stashed away in the back of the cabinet so you can have it all to yourself. tsk, tsk. it was the good kind, too.” he jokes, feigning disappointment and sadness.
you give him a side eye before picking a big clump of noodles with your chopsticks, forgetting for a millisecond that they are, indeed, still boiling hot. you yelp and he whips his head while letting go of his own chopsticks, immediately taking your own in his hands as he blows on your lips and scalded tongue. 
small beads of tears form in the corner of your eyes as you try to recover from the burn, but even with a hazy view blocked by liquids and the harsh lights in the store, kiyoomi’s face is clearer than ever. 
you recall how long it took for the both of you to warm up to each other when you were both introduced by a mutual friend.
you also recall how quick he contacted you, exactly a day after, admitting that he had fun and would like to hang out with you again (against his built up pride of the stoic man that he presents himself as is—or was, now that you know him really well).
and now he’s sitting in front of you, legs beside both of your thighs encasing you, blowing on your tongue you foolishly burnt because you were thinking about what he’s thinking. you let out a cackle and kiyoomi stops blowing.
“what are you thinking about? what was that?”
you stare at him before smirking. “it’s a secret.” you whisper, mimicking him earlier. he stares at you for a really long time before attacking your face with pecks of kisses.
you don’t try to stop him and instead let out some giggles. in the beginning, he’ll only ever do this when there’s no one around. now, he’s gotten bolder with his constant showering of affection. you decide to savor the moment and let him have it. 
he stops and looks into your eyes again, face still in his hands. “you. are. a. menace.” he says, pecking your lips with every word. he lets go of you and turns back to his own noodles, slurping some of them once they cooled down to a better temperature. you focus on your own too, and both of you eat in silence.
with his mouth full of noodles, kiyoomi stares at you lovingly. you are aware of it, but you stare straight ahead and focus on the cars outside on the highway to distract yourself from getting shy.
kiyoomi suddenly hugs you. he rests his head on your left shoulder, joining you in your car-watching while simultaneously looking up and admiring your features. you keep your face straight and try your best to keep it rigid. you’re getting red from all the staring anyway. this is your last defense from getting embarrassed. you expect him to go back to his noodles.
contrary to your expectations, however, he leans in.
your heart begins to race.
he leans in really, really close to your ears.
you swear you’re getting palpitations.
“i love you. thank you for being in my life,” he whispers before kissing you sweetly on the left cheek.
your heart feels like it’s going to burst.
you slowly turn your blushing face at him, and you melt when you see him as red as a tomato. the same as you are right now. you’re at a loss for words, so you opted to kiss him. deeply this time. you put your hands around his neck and continue kissing until you break apart while catching your breath.
it takes you a few minutes to reply back.
“you taste spicy.”
“you taste spicy too.”
you both laugh heartily. his right dimple comes out, and so does the one on your left. you go back to watching the cars, putting your left arm around his shoulder as he leans in to you.
“do you think i should get a car?” you ask.
“you can ride in mine. but it’s up to you.” he replies.
you’re getting sleepy. he is too. you mull the thought over.
“nah. i think i’ll hitch a ride in your car forever.” you finally say. kiyoomi happily hums in reply. ‘the passenger seat is only for you and no one else, anyway,’ he thinks.
both of you don’t say it, but the both of you like this. five years down the line, the two of you still carry out the same routine. like it’s set in stone, like it’s part of your lives, like it’s embedded in your hearts.
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i am the convenience store employee watching these two idiots being in love and gushing over how adorable they are ….. haha …ha…. sucks to be single ……. i guess….. 🫠
stamped and mailed with love,
joo 🌸
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hlxtn · 1 year
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Vamp! Sakusa
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nyctophilicroses · 3 months
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RAHHHHH i just want kiyoomi to rail me, I love him sm 🧎‍♀️🙏
YOOOOO ME DAMN TOO
Your fingers are laced with his and planted on either side of your head as he ruts his hips inside of you like a beast in heat, his bottom lip glossy and kiss bruised and bitten from all the attentions you two have been giving each other all night.
He squeezes your hand as he pins it harder against the mattress, using it for leverage and to cause deeper cracks of his hips to pulse inside of you. The curve of his ruddy cock head prods relentlessly at the strawberry wall inside of you, sending crackles of pleasure to dance over your vision. You arch your back up and into him, desperate to chase more delicious friction.
"Fuck me," he grits, sinking his teeth into his lip as he rams into you, hips making the most pornographic smacking your ears have ever been blessed with. Your body takes the beating eagerly, letting him dominate your most sensitive areas, controlling his domain. "Love fuckin' this pretty pussy... Love it so much."
"'Yoomi," you pant, letting your eyes lull around your skull as he fucks himself into you. "Too much... 's too much! Too much!"
"You'll take it and like it," he growls. "I'm not done with you."
You whimper and relax your back, letting ecstasy fill your veins and surrendering to the delicious beating in your twitching cunt. Your gummy walls swallow him with the constriction you've both grown so accustomed to, the perfect amount of resistance as he rails into you and yet keep him on edge.
He changes his angle to gyrate the thatch of hair on his pelvis against your clitoris, making you whine out and tug on your hands. He shows no mercy, squeezing your hands tighter to lock them next to your head.
"What did I just say?" He snarls behind gritted teeth.
"I'll like it..."
"Good girl."
Your nerves are electric and set on fire as he never stops his movements, and you're left a trembling mess below him.
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