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emmyrosee · 15 hours
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His phone rings once, and Kiyoomi smirks down at it.
You’re calling him, of course you are, why would you not be, and he sighs and excused himself before slipping out to the front of the building and answering the phone.
“This better be good.”
“Im crawling in your walls.”
He lets out a laugh and scrubs his face with his hand, “you miss me that much? I’ve only been gone for a few hours.” You whine on your end of the line, and he chews the tip of his thumb to stop himself from laughing.
“Kiyoomi,” you whine. “I didn’t give you enough kisses this morning. I’m feeling deprived.”
He cocks a brow, “babe, you gave me a thousand kisses before I left-“
“No, I gave you forty seven. I should’ve given you forty eight. Or a thousand.”
This, has him laughing. Laughing because never in a trillion years would he expect to let such ferality be allowed. What would 16 year old Kiyoomi think if he heard some person say “I’m in your walls because I didn’t kiss you enough”?
He wouldn’t believe him. He wouldn’t think someone would care enough about him to go through such lengths to be part of his life, a part of him, and he poked his tongue in his cheek and shakes his head.
“You can kiss me more when I get home.”
“I don’t want to wait that long.”
“I’ll kiss you back?”
This, has you stopping, and he raises his brows as he waits for a response. “You promise?”
“Of course I do,” he snorts. “When have I never not wanted to kiss you?”
“True.” You go quiet again, “I miss you.”
“I miss you too, baby. I’ll be home soon.”
“…okay,” you finally sigh. “I’m gonna eat your drywall.”
He snorts again, “go for it.”
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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 · 7 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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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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airbendertendou · 2 months
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RIBBONED LACES! ♡
synopsis : ballet had been a far along dream you’d never indulge in, never have the time to perfect. he brings that dream a little closer to you, day by day.
cw : reader wears heels , character unnamed , gender neutral reader
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intertwined hands swing as you walk, eyes dancing from each store window you pass. he squeezes your fingers once, just to let you know he’s still there — to let you know he loves you. you oooh at a pearl necklace, eyes twinkling as much as the jewels do. he smiles, but turns his face to hide it from you.
a bit later, a hot beverage is in your hand as you sip on it contently. he’d finished his already — always too quick to enjoy the smaller things in life — his hand still being warmed by your own.
he pauses in front of a bench, “sit down for a second.”
you stop blowing on your drink, quirking up your eyebrows, “why?”
“just do it,” he rolls his eyes. he disconnects your hands to nudge you onto the bench. when you look up at him, he softens. “i got you something, is all.”
“a surprise?” you’re intrigued ; interest piqued ; but still suspicious. your eyes narrow. “…why?”
he doesn’t answer, simply laying his hand over your eyes. he mumbles, “keep them closed.”
you do as he says, sipping on your drink as you feel your right foot being lifted. the cold air brushes against your socked feet as you wiggle your toes in discomfort. a new shoe is placed on — tight and fresh out of the box. you frown why did he get me shoes i don’t need?
“i know the show last week was nice,” he begins to speak. you can feel his breath brush against your knees as he laces the left shoe. “but, you wanted something more. something personal ; closer.”
he lets out a huff, adjusting the shoes only he could see. he taps your knees lightly, signaling you could open your eyes. “this was the next best thing.”
they’re ballet slippers, that’s your first thought. pointe shoes you’d never trained in ; would never have the chance to dance in. they’re laced up your calf, tied into a perfect bow. when you turn your foot, you realize they’re heels — shoes you’d been wearing all your life.
your lower lip wobbles as tears cloud your eyes. you can barely look at him, “[character name]…”
his cheeks are flushed, the tip of his ears turning rosy as he keeps his gaze away from your own. “don’t make it a big deal, or anything.”
you leap up at once — only after steadying your cooling drink — wrapping your arms around his neck clumsily. you sniffle into his ear, “you didn’t have to do this.”
he stays kneeled down, arms slowly and softly wrapping around your waist. “i wanted to.”
chifuyu, kisaki, inupi, tsukishima, kageyama, kyotani, kuroo, sakusa, kyoya, hikaru, lucifer, satan, simeon
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idk where this came from but those miu miu shoes stay on my mind so <3 this was written w felix graham de vanily in mind but have no idea what account to post miraculous stuff on so !!
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zorosprincess · 1 year
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Moving
Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader
25 Days of Christmas Day 7
Request: And They Were Roommates: #19 "Pack your things. We’re moving out. there’s a spider in the kitchen." Prompts: #37 "I think I may be slightly more drunk than I thought." #70 "I didn’t tell you that I love you because I wanted to hear it back. I told you because I needed you to know." #81 "Is this the moment that we kiss?" Wild Card: Accidentally blurting out "I love you" during a conversation // "Whatever you do, don’t make a sound."
Word Count: 1.1k Genre: crack, fluff
A/N: for @ohtokki — Laura, I really meant this to be fluffier and everything but I got a little carried away and it made me giggle a lot to write it so I hope that you like it <33 Bonus prompt: #93 "Don’t argue. Just do it."
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“Get on the table, Kiyoo!” That was the first thing that Kiyoomi heard when he stepped into his shared apartment. That, immediately followed by a tug on his shirt as you tugged at him to join you on the higher surface.
“What?” He cinched his eyebrows together as he looked at you thoroughly confused. “Why would I-”
"Don’t argue. Just do it." You cut him off and tugged more. He groaned and tilted his head back before clambering up to crouch on the table with you.
“Can you tell-” He glared as you cut him off with a soft ‘shh’ and a finger to your lips. His soft eye roll didn’t stop him from complying, however; lowering his voice to a whisper. “Y/n,” you hummed softly in acknowledgement, “why are we on the coffee table right now.”
“Listen carefully Kiyoomi.” You whispered, giving him a deadly serious look. "Whatever you do, don’t make a sound." Kiyoomi stared at you, lips parting in confusion and eyes widening, a look that clearly conveyed he thought you’d hit your head. “It can hear you Kiyoomi. They sense your fear!”
He sighed but decided to play along with what he was sure was your game of the night. “What can sense your fear? What are you scared of?”
“Okay, here’s the plan.” You muttered, ignoring him and waving your hands. Kiyoomi was sure that you had lost it while he was gone for the day. He’d have to have you committed and find a new roommate. But he couldn’t help the small smile on his lips as you whispered adamantly, ready to spell out a whole escape plan. “So, I think we’re safe here right now, but if it senses us it’ll follow us out here.”
“What is going to follow us?”
“Hush, Kiyoo, lemme finish!” You whined lightly as you eyed the entrance to the kitchen across the room. “Okay so, once we get down, we run.” You nodded and Kiyoomi caught himself watching the way your head bobbed gently, eyes determined with a small sparkle. He chuckled lightly as he watched you. “You gotta pack your things.” His attention snapped back to your words and he tilted his head in confusion. “But only the essentials! No time!” You exclaimed quietly, turning your gaze back to him for confirmation that he heard you.
“Slow down.” Kiyoomi requested, shaking his head lightly as he tried to keep up. “What are we doing?”
“We’re moving out.” You looked at him seriously. He shook his head as if that would help him hear better, blinking at you slowly. “Kiyoomi, there’s a spider in the kitchen, we’re leaving."
You looked so serious about it but Kiyoomi couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the absurdness of it all. “Kiyoo!” You drew out his name in disbelief.
“I’m sorry.” He laughed again, and tucked his head low, trying to stifle his laughter. “I thought there was something really wrong.”
“Kiyoo, it was huge! We can’t live here anymore!” You exclaimed as Kiyoomi’s laugh echoed and got a little louder.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He chuckled as he looked back up at you, his eyes sparkling as he bit his lip, laugh bubbling out of him again. You whined his name again and he laughed. “God, I’m sorry I love you.” He froze as soon as the words left his mouth, his eyes widening as he realized what he’d just said. “Fuck.” He breathed out.
“I’m sorry, what?” You stared at him in shock, blinking at him in disbelief.
“Oh wow.” Kiyoomi, sat down on top of the table, shaking his head lightly. "I think I may be slightly more drunk than I thought." It was then that you remembered that the reason he’d come home late was because the team had convinced him to go out. Then, that you noticed his cheeks were a little pinker that usual, curls a little messier as he sat there, breathing a little uneven.
“Kiyoomi, did you-” You swallowed as you sat, suddenly forgetting about the spider predicament in the other room. You cleared your throat as you looked at him and he looked back up at you, smile softly on his lips.
“Well, cat’s out of the bag I suppose.” He chuckled lightly as he stared at you. He took a deep breath and twitched his nose a bit. “I love you.” He let out a soft snort right then too. “I’m glad I’m drunk.”
“Kiyoo-”
"Listen,” he mumbled, shaking his head again, “I didn’t tell you that I love you because I wanted to hear it back.” He quirked a smile as he watched your face contort, trying to process the information being thrown at you. “I don’t need to hear it back. I told you because I needed you to know."
“Kiyoo-”
“I know that-”
“Kiyoo, shut up!” You exclaimed, tired of being cut off by the man. He looked softer like this, when his guard wasn’t up and he wasn’t glaring at something. Vulnerable, baring his feelings to you, in a way that was totally him. Blunt and to the point, not at all dancing around the truth. You decided to pay him the same courtesy. “Kiyoomi, I love you too, you dumbass.”
“You do?” It was his turn to look at you shocked now, eyes wide. It was like he was frozen in place, brain trying to catch up to the words his ears heard. He chuckled as he leaned forward slightly, small smile on his lips as he finally processed the words. “You do.”
You nodded lightly, trying to bite back the laughter that bubbled in your chest. “So.” You drew out the word with a puff of air out your nose. "Is this the moment that we kiss?"
“Yeah.” Kiyoomi smiled as he leaned towards you. His arm quickly wrapped around your waist as he drew you closer to him. You easily fell on top og him with a laugh that was quickly silence by his lips on yours.
“Hey Kiyoo,” you mumbled as you pulled away from him slightly. He hummed in acknowledgement, lips trying to chase yours down again. “We still have to move because of the spider.”
Kiyoomi let out a loud laugh as shook his head at you, bright smile on his lips. “Oh my god, shut up.” He chuckled as he pressed his lips against yours again.
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starjaeyun · 2 years
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OVERPROTECTIVE MIYANS !
PART TWO OF SISTER MIYA !
— keeping a close eye on both his friend and sister, he noticed tons of changes and he did not like it
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pairing! sakusa kiyoomi x f! reader
warnings! swear words, ooc characters, overprotective brothers, miyans following y/n and sakusa
note! a lot of you have been asking for part two and after two months it's finally here! i'm sorry for the wait, i just got really busy T T
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a sigh of frustration left Atsumu's lips as he ruffled his hair for the nth time this night. it's not that he was stressed out about volleyball, actually he prefers to be stressed out about the said sport but no, he had to stress over the fact that his usually lifeless sister being all giddy
hell she was even smiling while doing the dishes and doing the dishes was something she always hated! so why's she smiling all of a sudden?!
and second, he had to stress over his teammate who claimed to have no time for love yet he was always on his phone, smiling and giggling like a child. it just didn't make sense!
now one might wonder why would you stress over your sister and your teammate being smiley
it's because these changes happened the day after Sakusa did the dare and he wasn't ready for his baby sister to go and have a boyfriend!
maybe he was being overprotective or dramatic but the thought of his sister showing her sweet and soft and whiny side to another?! he hated it!
"you look like shit"
Atsumu groaned "fuck off samu! 'm not in the mood!"
ignoring his twin's words, Osamu took a seat beside him on his bed which caused the bed to dip down
"whatcha thinkin' of?"
a huff leaves the blonde "y/n....and omi-kun" he admits, looking at his twin from the corner of his eye. hearing those words, Osamu frowned
"i was just thinking of that before i went here" he mumbles, eyes rolling in annoyance "i thought i'm the only one who noticed"
Atsumu raised a brow "know somethin' 'bout this?"
"kinda? maybe? Sakusa has been coming to onigiri miya more often, literally like- he's there every other day, and then leaving after sitting there doing nothing and ordering nothing. i have no idea why though but i noticed that after y/n's shift sakusa is either about to walk out or he's already gone. i never seem to find out who he's waiting for but i'm convinced it's y/n"
"FOR REAL! y/n has been all smiley and omi-kun has been at his phone literally every chance he gets then becomes all giggly and shit"
Atsumu and Osamu gave each other a look before nodding
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"you look so pretty today y/n" Atsumu giggles mockingly from the bushes "i will fucking choke you omi-kun!"
Osamu covers Atsumu's mouth "shut the fuck up! they'll spot us"
the latter lets out an annoyed huff but stayed quiet anyway and continued to watch his sister and teammate have lunch
"so y/n- i hope we're not going too fast but uhm- i really like you...can i court on you?" Atsumu nearly chokes and was about to jump out of his hiding place but the look Osamu gave him made him stop
y/n smiles "of course! we're gonna...you know have to tell my brothers first though, they can be quite protective when it comes to me getting a partner"
the dark haired male held y/n's hand, soothing her palm with a smile "mhm..we will have to do that, Atsumu will kill me if we keep it a secret"
"oh you bet i will omi-kun!"
by this time, Atsumu has given up on spying on the two so ignoring his twin's protests he stepped out of the bushes, leaves and twigs clinging to his hair and clothing as he marched his way towards y/n and Sakusa
Osamu came out next while cleaning himself, calmly walking towards them
"I- were you guys spying on us?" y/n pointed between her and her date, Atsumu nodded "mhm! we are, we've noticed how giggly you two have been ever since omi-kun got your number so we took it upon ourselves to find out what's going on between you two"
"and we accept, Sakusa-san...you can court on y/n" Osamu says before Atsumu could protest
the blonde gave the dark haired man a look of shock "WHAT?! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO SAY NO! AND WHO IS WE-" Osamu covers the male's mouth before he could say anything else
y/n couldn't help but laugh at this situation right now while Sakusa just sat there awkwardly
"you two enjoy! we'll get going now bye!" with that Osamu pulls Atsumu who was shooting glares at his teammate "WE'RE NOT DONE YET OMI-KUN!" he yells before disappearing from their sight
both y/n and Sakusa stared at each other for a few seconds before they ended up in fits of giggles
"well that was unexpected but i get to court you! Atsumu will agree soon, he just needs quite some time to accept the fact that his little sister is growing"
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hanaonesflower · 2 years
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☁︎ HAIKYUU BOYS IN MY HEAD ☁︎
¡¡FLUFF!!
(this work is inspired by one of @emmyrosee’s pieces)
P/s: I adore your work!
Featuring: Sakusa Kiyoomi, Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Miya Osamu, Tendou Satori, Akaashi Keiji, Kageyama Tobio, Terushima Yuuji, Kuroo Tetsurou, Suwamura Daichi, Kozume Kenma, Kyotani Kentaro
Sakusa smiles a lot and isn’t afraid to express his contentment with life. He loves the outdoors, especially hiking and picnicking, however, he refuses the hike on “strenuous trails” because it defeats the purpose of relaxation and taking in the view.
Iwaizumi loves to garden. He has a variety of fruits and veggies but the most he has of are tomatoes. The ones he grows are so vibrant in color and robust in flavor. This next favorite are bell peppers. His green, orange, and yellow ones make his garden look like a fireworks show. If he can gather enough, he’ll give them away to his friends and family and every single time he receives positive feedback. His next project will be lemons.
Oikawa is really into arts and crafts and secretly has his own sewing machine and lots of colorful markers. He likes to bullet journal and that’s how he keeps his busy schedule organized. He’s also the type to journal his feelings, too. He does so quite often and he thinks it had helped him manage the stress surrounding his lifestyle.
Ushijima likes playing video games and comic books. He builds a shelf for his collection and loves to show it off like a cute nerd. Ushijima is the biggest buyer of any comic book store locally, sometimes he would even make it a thing to conduct a road trip to antique comic stores and collect vintage books.
Osamu eats instant ramen and finds ways to turn it into a fine art. Adding eggs, sesame seeds, pickled cucumbers, kimchi, etc. anything and everything that could elevate his dish. He even goes out of his way to make his noodles from scratch and invests in a pasta pressing machine and expensive (and unnecessary) pasta knives. He claims that any substitute would never get the job done to his satisfaction.
Tendou is a yoga instructor with a twist. He employs kittens and adult cats in the yoga classes that occasionally meow and climb onto his students back or take up too much space on the yoga mat. He serves some CBD infused tea to induce relaxation and release any tension in his students before their sessions. His class sizes seem to always increase.
Akaashi boxes. He loves boxing despite his calm and elegant demeanor. He doesn’t box because of its “violent” expression but it provides him with a healthy rush of adrenaline that he can’t seem to achieve with volleyball. If anything, he thinks his movements and setting ranges become more agile and nimble by boxing because he gains more control. He goes at least twice a week.
Kageyama loves swimming and his favorite is backstroke. He likes the calmness of the water and how swimming allows him to take a break from precision and fastness that he constantly has to be in a state of with volleyball. His favorite time to swim is at night, so he can stargaze while treading on the water surface. He stays there until he prunes and the wind turns slightly drafty.
Terushima loves elderly people. He makes sure his homework is completed before the weekend so he can spend his time volunteering at a nearby nursing home. He serves meals and keeps the elders company by playing chess or water their gardens. He loves going there on bingo nights even if it is a school night, he likes to sit around with everyone, although still a bit of a menace, he always manages to make everyone laugh and have a good time.
Kuroo loves to clean. Most would even go as far as saying he’s a neat freak. There’s a place for everything in his home, and he splurges on cleaning supplies. Always looking for the next best cleaning product or tools. His living quarters are spotless and free of any strange odor. His friend genuinely enjoy coming to his place because of how clean and cozy it always seems to be.
Daichi loves to build his own personal computer. He researches parts day in and day out, and spends more countless nights assembling all the parts together. He finds it so fascinating how each electricity paths are compatible with one another and what happens when they aren’t. He thinks placing down the keys on his board is calming and fun to do. He has one of those light up keyboard with muted clicking sounds.
Kenma loves to read books. His favorite genre is contemporary fiction that incorporates time traveling and future oriented. He loves reading so much that he starts to participate in creating writing and researches prompts that will peak his creativity. He has a few drafts on his computer and debating whether or not to release it for others to read.
Bokuto loves to solve math problems for fun. He finds them on the internet and would buckle down with a piece of scratch paper, a graphic calculator and pencil and goes to town. His favorite has to be calculus and least favorite is geometry. He doesn’t understand why math needs to be proven, it’s literally there in the numbers. An honorary mention is trigonometry.
Kyotani loves to paint. He believes in the high quality of the products he uses. His paintings mostly are of flowers, the sky, the ocean, insects and geometrical shapes. Most of the canvases he uses are purchased from the art store but he finds an interest in grafting his own.
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sugarlywhispers · 1 year
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s.kiyoomi + gf moments
☆— fem reader, crack, fluff
☆— a/n; i don't know what this is, i just had a thought and felt like writing it.. it could become a serie of events until the Sakusa Kiyoomi finally admits he loves y/n (?) idk, let me know if you like the idea😊
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You have been best friends with Bokuto since you were young. Your friendship was so fun and purely like brother and sister that you even decided to move together once high school was over and your University period of life began. Even if you were very different in personalities, somehow you both worked together and couldn't imagine a life without him as your bestie-almost brother.
After some time living together, you got very used to seeing some people around the house almost everyday, his volleyball teammates.
First, it was Miya Atsumu and Sakusa Kiyoomi. Atsumu was the biggest flirt you have ever encountered in your life, almost to the point in which sometimes it annoyed you. In a good way though. He was a cutie.
While Kiyoomi was very chill and shy, he mostly kept to himself if no one bothered him; but he had the most snarky and filled with sarcasm answers for whatever antics Boo and 'Tsumu could come up with. You loved it.
Then Hinata Shouyo joined the team, and it was like a whirlwind uprooted everything in his path. He was the most outgoing and sociable and kind human being you have ever met.
And it all became like a routine. Everyday after practice, all of them would come to have dinner at yours and Boo's apartment. By this time, you already know all of them and how they all liked things and their meals. Especially Omi. He was a particular, rare especimen.
Bokuto had warned you before introducing him, how he did not like physical contact or how he wouldn't take off his mask if he wasn’t playing in a match or eating. He warned you not to feel offended or take it personal if he bluntly commented on how things were not clean enough or whatever.
But surprisingly, he had never looked down on anything in your apartment or even commented anything in front of you.
There was even one time he did comment in the middle of dinner, "I'm surprised how you maintain everything this clean and organized considering you live with Bokuto…"
"Hey!" Boo complained, mouth full of food, while everyone laughed.
That same night, Boo had pestered you about how the Sakusa Kiyoomi liked you. Of course, you couldn't believe it. The man barely spoke to you outside of those moments the team was present at your apartment. 
It was until one night, when everyone came of course after practice to have dinner you were already cooking, when he did something you never thought he would do.
Of course, the amount of noise they made even before getting inside the apartment was a clear sign they were almost there. Shouyo and Boo always came straight to hug, picking you up and squishing you hard as a greeting. Atsumu would fist pump and wink at you before throwing himself on the sofa, of course putting some other volleyball's team match on the TV. While Omi would simply bow slightly with his head, not even getting too close to you, standing on the entrance of the kitchen.
By this time, you already knew and respected each one of them and their ways to show how much they appreciated you.
"It smells so good, Y/N," whined Shouyo as he entered the kitchen and made his way to the fridge to pick something to drink.
Omi was so quiet you have not realized he had followed the red-mostly orange-head and was standing at the door of the kitchen.
"I'm glad you think that," you smiled happily.
"He says that about almost everything. He would eat a bug and say exactly the same thing if he's hungry enough."
To say that you were surprised to hear his deep voice speak that amount of words was small. Yet, you couldn't avoid finding it funny how he always got the cleverest answers and dark humor. So you laughed, while Shouyo pouted, drinking from the beer he took from the fridge–it was Friday night after all.
You kept cooking, smiling and listening to how Shouyo complained to his teammate how evil he was with him when he was all nice to him.
"Alright you two…" you meddled, smiling happily at the incessant noise from everyone around, "If you're gonna keep arguing, you could at least help on setting the table, right?"
They both nodded while moving around to find what they needed, still arguing, but now about something else which sounded like Shouyo's height. Omi loved getting on Shouyo's nerves when it came to his height.
"What's that, Y/N?" Shouyo suddenly asked, signaling to a set of a plate, forks, a glass and a mug that were separated in a corner of the cupboard.
"Oh. That's Omi's," you said, your attention anywhere but said man.
"I don't remember leaving my stuff here," he commented, with no mean intention in his voice towards you.
"No, I mean… I know you don't like your stuff mixed with everyone's, so I picked a set I always clean twice and kept it separated from everything else. No one touches or uses that but you," you answered him, still looking at the food you were cooking over the oven.
Oh, God, kill me now, was all you thought as silence reigned in the kitchen.
But then, you felt a tall, warm presence behind you. You knew it was Omi, Shouyou was not that tall–he was only a head over yours, while you knew Omi was much taller.
It was the first time the Sakusa Kiyoomi got that close to you and it shocked you to the core. But what surprised you the most was when you felt his chin rest on your head comfortably.
"Thank you, Y/N," you could feel the vibrations of his deep voice and the rumble of his chest on your back saying your name, his entire dark but comfy aura so close to you, all you could think was how good it felt.
If you would have turned a bit to Shouyo's direction, you would have seen him with his eyes open wide, like those funny cartoons where their eyes popped off their face to express shock. Thankfully, he didn't say anything, he simply turned on his feet and flew from the kitchen to the living room where Tsumu and Boo were.
"You're welcome," was all you could say, almost a whisper, as he comfortably stayed there, barely a centimeter of distance between his body and yours.
If you weren't shocked enough by that, you definitely almost collapsed when you felt one of his fingers timidly caress your hand that was not holding the spoon you were cooking with, resting next to your hip. It had been barely a touch, yet the warmth and little tingling it provoked made you take a deep breath to gather your mind straight.
If you hadn't before, now you definitely were falling for this rare specimen. 
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gabseyoo · 10 months
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WASTE OF LIPSTICK — SAKUSA KIYOOMI
content: female reader, established relationship, fluff. word count: 0,7k.
note: soft sakusa is my religion.
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Sakusa Kiyoomi had a reputation for being serious, collected, competitive, honest and even a little intimidating— well, too intimidating. 
Many say he’s even scary. 
You couldn’t agree more, indeed, he was all that. Your boyfriend’s reputation doesn’t come from nowhere, right?
But that’s the Kiyoomi that the public knew. The Kiyoomi you knew was nothing like what they thought he was, in fact, he was someone completely different.
Your Kiyoomi was someone kind, funny and even somewhat corny. He was someone who planned the most memorable dates, was always spoiling you, had a picture of you as his wallpaper, wore his promise ring every day, gave you lots of cute petnames and—believe it or not—sent kisses at the end of every phone call when he’s away. 
It’s not like he hid how he acted with his girlfriend, which is why so many of his acquaintances were surprised by how much he softened when it came to you, and honestly, that’s one of the many things you loved about him.
You didn’t know why those kinds of thoughts about your boyfriend’s not-so-hidden sweet side were going through your head right now, maybe it was because if someone when you first met the intimidating Sakusa Kiyoomi had told you that someday he’d be your boyfriend and you’d be here, straddling his lap with him lying in the comfort of your bed and he would have a face full of red lipstick stains that you had spread on his smooth skin, you wouldn’t have believed them.
“This is a waste of lipstick.” 
You chuckled at your boyfriend’s sudden words that broke the comfortable silence. 
“I know.” You pushed aside a strand of hair on his forehead to leave a kiss there and smiled before leaving another on his temple, decorating his skin with new red marks. “But it’s worth it, you look pretty.” 
Kiyoomi smiled.
“Do I?” He placed his hand behind your head, stroking your skin in a soothing manner as he looked lovingly into your eyes, and you swore that at that moment it was as if you fell in love with him all over again for the thousandth time. 
A sincere smile appeared on your lips and you responded with a small mhm as you brought your face close to his until your noses brushed.
“I think you look pretty too.” Kiyoomi whispered before joining your lips in a kiss.
With his hand on the back of your neck he put a little more pressure to deepen the kiss and the other did the same on your lower back, you buried yours in his dark curls. It was romantically slow, you both just enjoyed the feel of each other’s lips. 
It wasn’t until you needed a breath of air that you broke away, but not before giving him a little peck.
You supported yourself on your hands on either side of his head and looked down at your boyfriend, letting out a giggle when you saw that his mouth was completely smeared with red. You thought about commenting on it, but he beat you to it.  
“Your mouth is all messy now.” He gently took you by the chin and his thumb wiped under your lips, you knew that this action had surely smeared the lipstick more instead of cleaning it, but you didn’t mind in the least. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” You kissed his finger in reassurance before asking, “Ready for round two, Omi?” 
“I’m all yours, baby.” He stated, putting his hands behind his head to make himself comfortable on your pillow. 
“I like that.” You sat up straight again on his lap and picked up the red lipstick you had left on your nightstand. 
Kiyoomi watched with a smitten smile how you applied more lipstick on your lips, getting ready for another round of kisses that he was more than willing to receive.
“You still think this is a waste of lipstick?” You questioned as you leaned in to leave a kiss on his jaw 
“Maybe.”
You gasped dramatically and Kiyoomi let out a chuckle. 
“But I always can buy you more, you know.” He added and took your hand in his to leave a kiss on your knuckles. “As long as you waste it on me.” 
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forusomimiya · 1 year
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Sakusa Kiyoomi had two fantasies, both related to fucking, clearly. The first, do it in his car. The second, in a swimming pool. Why not fulfil them both on the same day?
Doing it in the pool was easy. It was summer, his parents were working, and his brothers were away on a trip. The perfect moment. All it took was a provocative bikini, hot kisses on his neck, moans in his ear, your hand sliding down into his swim suit, and as soon as he was hard, he entered you in one thrust.
"God… maybe this will become my favourite place to fuck you. I can feel how warm you are inside."
Touching Sakusa's thigh and fiddling with his crotch as he drove while taking you back home, made his second fantasy come true. He took the first exit he saw and in the nearest open field, he turned off the lights and let you take him until he was exhausted. You got rid of your panties and jumped into the back seats for comfort. He ate you until you were dripping wet enough to then play with his cock over your wet pussy a couple of times before letting you climb onto his lap and ride him as he grabbed both your ass cheeks to pull them up and down on his cock.
"You look so cute like that, so beautiful…taking me in my own car because she can't wait for me to fuck her at her house. How greedy… just keep it up baby, please, I'm close".
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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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joyaphoria · 1 year
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kissdrunk!sakusa, who swore to himself that he’d never kiss anyone, revolted by the idea of having to share his mouth with another person.
kissdrunk!sakusa who met you eventually, and though still uneasy about the idea at first, he’d often catch himself staring at the plump of your lips every so often.
kissdrunk!sakusa who caved one night, clumsily leaning in to take your mouth only to have you stiffle a laugh in his once you realize that he’s horrible at it.
kissdrunk!sakusa who let you slip the pad of your thumb between his lips, flusteredly obeying as you taught him how to do the very thing he used to hate thinking about.
kissdrunk!sakusa who ever since then, could never get enough. 
kissdrunk!sakusa who would kiss you awake in the mornings, silently rejoicing when he took the risk of slipping his tongue pass your lips and you latched onto it, moaning softly.
kissdrunk!sakusa who would kiss you anytime, anywhere, however he likes it.  slipping his tongue past your lips outside the gym after practice when you come to pick him up, the hand at the back of your head pulling you closer, his teammates gaping in horror.
kissdrunk!sakusa who would kiss you deep and slow as you take the elevator up to your apartment, because he was far too impatient.
kissdrunk!sakusa who would fuck your mouth until he was satisfied, holding your pretty head in place with two hands as his hips jerk and he shoots his load down your throat, groaning blissfully. he’d yank you upwards then, pulling your lips to his demandingly, tasting the saltiness of his seed on your tongue, rewarding you once he knows for sure that you swallowed all of it.
kissdrunk!sakusa who would kiss his way down your body, tongue flicking against the swolleness of your clit, then pressing a soft kiss in warning.
kissdrunk!sakusa who throws your legs over his shoulders, hooks his arms under each of your thighs, then lifts your ass off the bed as he brings you flat against his face.
kissdrunk!sakusa who doesn’t just eat you out with his mouth, but his whole face. a dry, shocking scream would rip from your throat as your toes curl, feeling the bump of his nose as it rubs brutally against your clit, the pump and oddly talented thrust of his tongue inside of you, and the constant graze of teeth as he searches for anything he can latch onto.
kissdrunk!sakusa who will suck lewdly on your clit, not caring in the slightest of the excess of suction noises that make their way around the room.
kissdrunk!sakusa who will continue to pump his long, slender fingers in and out of your cunt, already having three in and swearing that you could fit one more.
kissdrunk!sakusa who will swallow up all of your juices, lapping them up thoroughly as he cleans you with his tongue.
kissdrunk!sakusa who will crawl back up your body and capture you in a bruising kiss, making sure to travel the lengths of your mouth with his tongue.
kissdrunk!sakusa who will finally pull away, and in a breathless but soft voice whisper: “you taste so good baby, please, let’s go one more time,” pleading for another taste of your pussy, completely high and fucked off the adrenaline.
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everyone says that my omiomi is a clean pussy eater—if one at all, and i disagree. that boy is pussy starved and eats that shit out like he aint ever gonna see it again.
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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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airbendertendou · 1 year
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you fill, you fill, you fill ♥︎ sakusa kiyoomi 
synopsis : reader remembers their childhood friends and it causes them to get drunk ; weekly. sakusa and the miya twins are there to hold you ; always.
timeskip!haikyuu + bonten arc!tokyo revengers ; they / them pronouns used
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He doesn’t ask questions. Sakusa doesn’t ask why you moved here so young ; he doesn’t ask why Osamu was so quick to hire you with pitying eyes. He doesn’t ask why you stare at the stars longingly ; he doesn’t ask why Atsumu is tender and gentle when you’re around.
And he really doesn’t ask why he always finds you here ; drunk and incapable of doing anything other than sob.
“My water heater is broken,” you’re crying to the bartender. Suna sees Sakusa and relief floods through him — crying, he can not deal with. Your bottom lip wobbles with another wail, “if there’s a god, they’re against me! There are so many in Greek history, how can they all hate me?”
Blubbering, garbled words escape as you let out a whine and flop your head down on the bar. Sakusa sighs — that’s his queue to get you home. Cold hands nudge against your shoulder as you jolt, suddenly alert with the touch. When your eyes meet his, you soften, lips pouting even further.
“‘Kusa,” you cry. He sighs again and prepares himself for the way you’re going to drape over him. You do just as he thought ; just as you always do. “Why? Why do I still miss him? Why can’t I stop crying?”
“You’re drunk,” he answers simply. These questions aren’t new — you ask them every time he takes you home. And his answer is always the same. “Your emotions are heightened by the alcohol. Are you ready to go home or do you want to go somewhere else?”
You sniffle into his shoulder — Sakusa cringes but sucks it up. “Miya,” you mumble, “wanna see my Miya’s.”
They do always make you feel better, the twins. Their dynamic reminds you of two old friends ; the bickering pair reminds you of two others and suddenly you’re frowning again. You whine into Sakusa’s neck, “why can’t I let you in?”
That’s something new, Sakusa thinks with wide eyes. His mouth parts under his mask at the question. Instead of answering, he slides you higher up his body, cradling you awkwardly. “Let’s go find your Miya’s, hm?”
As soon as Atsumu is in your sights, your arms are slung around his neck. He’s giggling into the top of your head, squeezing you as you sway side to side. You’re blabbering again, but he answers every word enthusiastically. Osamu shuts the door to his restaurant, leaning against a table as joins Sakusa to watch over the two of you.
“Bad day, huh?”
Sakusa sighs, exhaustion laced in the sound. He rubs the curve of his nose with closed eyes before nodding. “It’s been a while since they’ve been this drunk.”
As Osamu goes to answer, your phone vibrates in Sakusa’s pocket. He had to keep it for you, you said. “Have no pockets or grippy fingers, ‘Kusa! I’ll lose it!” Against his own thoughts, he smiles as he remembers the tone of your voice. Another vibration and he’s pulling your phone out before he can think.
rinnie ! i know today’s a tough day… we miss you, [name]. all of us do. i just wish you wouldn’t have run away, you know? wish you would be here, with us, so we can all grieve. together. … visit soon.
stinky haitani ):< thinkin of u today sweetheart n missin u always …i’ll tell him you said hi call me later, hm?
Sakusa tilts his head before pocketing your phone again. So you had been drinking more today — he didn’t think this was as usual for you. Before he can speak, arms are thrown around his waist and you’re crying again. With a sigh, Sakusa meets Atusmu’s wasn’t me! gaze before drifting down to meet your teary-eyed one.
“They’re liars,” you sniff. You’re staring right at Osamu now and it’s a little unnerving but he allows you to — you aren’t looking at him, not really. You’re so spaced out and in your head that Sakusa doesn’t think you know where you are anymore. “Those dumb brothers. It doesn’t get better ; it hasn’t and it won’t.”
Sakusa is gentle as he rubs a hand down your back. “It might.”
“It won’t,” you argue. Your bottom lip trembles and you bite it hastily. “It never will. I’ll miss him forever and they’ll go on with life and forget about him. I can’t ; I won’t.” A deep breath and then you’re snuggling your face into his chest. “I don’t think I want to stop hurting. Reminds me of him.”
“Kiyoomi,” he finds himself saying. Anything to get your focus back ; anything to get you to stop crying. “You never call me Kiyoomi.”
Your sniffling stops abruptly as you pull away from his chest with a frown. “Didn’t think you wanted me to! Are we close enough for that?”
“I pick you up from Suna’s bar weekly,” there’s the ghost of a smirk on his lips as he peers at you. “Think we’re close enough.”
“‘Kay,” you snuggle into his chest again with a yawn. Osamu is watching the two of you fondly as Atsumu takes a picture of your cuddling figure. “Kiyoomi. Thanks for takin’ care of me all the time, ‘yoomi. Sorry I’m so drunk and a crybaby.”
Kiyoomi stays silent as you nod off, the alcohol in your veins simmering and lulling you to sleep. He shakes his head with one thought — I’m screwed.
— idk how obvious it is but reader is grieivng izanas death </3 the way these guys would never cross paths but hehe oh well!! i was washing my face n this idea came to me so um here it is!
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You Look Pretty When You Do the Laundry
Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader
Word Count: ~2.5k
Warnings: language maybe, slightly suggestive
Genre: Fluff
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Sakusa Kiyoomi wasn’t a snob like most people thought. He was just very particular about how he liked things. He liked things to be in a specific order because that was what he was used to. He liked to use the same things on repeat; the same brands, the same scents.
Some people might find it hard to keep up; but for you, after how long you’d been with Kiyoomi, it was second nature now. You found comfort in the consistency that came from the smell of your apartment, from the state of your apartment, the smell of him. You found comfort in the consistency that bled from the tangible things and into his actions.
Sakusa would come home from practice at the same time every day (if he was ever going to be late you would receive a text hours in advance informing you and asking if you would have any quarrels with it—you rarely did), he would slip his shoes off at the door and onto the little shelf, he would drop his bag off in the laundry room—making sure that it was never on the floor so that you wouldn’t accidentally trip on it. Then, after he had done those, he would come and find you. A slight detour, to locate you in your shared apartment and press a small kiss to your forehead before making his way off to the shower.
Sakusa would bring home flowers every Friday night, you both would dress up nicer and go out for dinner. The same rotation of restaurants on the agenda. Every morning he would kiss you goodbye at the same time, waking you gently with three soft kisses to your lips and a whispered “I’ll see you tonight.” It was only different when he had to leave town for games. But even then, you had a routine. A phone call every morning for exactly ten minutes as you both made breakfast. Telling each other good morning and how you slept and what your plans were for the day. And a video chat every night for a longer time, over dinner, like you were in person, detailing your days for each other and expressing how you both missed each other.
Sundays were the only days that Sakusa would sleep in. So you would stay in bed with him and entertain yourself from there until he was ready to wake up. Contrary to popular belief, Sakusa was clingy while he was asleep, and you couldn’t make it out of the bed even if you wanted to. Once he was awake, however, he would go out grocery shopping and you would stay home to start the laundry.
That was where you were right now. Sakusa had left for shopping a while ago. You were keeping track of time by the way of your laundry loads. The first load having finished washing and now in the dryer—minus the few items you pulled out to hang instead. You were using the remaining time on the dryer to pull the past week’s sheets from the bed and to replace them with your second set when you heard the front door open.
You smiled at the sigh that passed his lips as he entered the kitchen, the sigh you could hear despite being two rooms over. The tell-tale sign that the market had been busy and people had annoyed him. You finished your project quickly and carried the pile of sheets and comforter to the laundry room just as the dryer finished. Taking the basket reserved for carrying clean clothes, you unloaded the dryer before working to transfer things. The second load to the dryer, picking out a few things that didn’t belong, the sheets from the floor to the wash.
You smiled at the actions, the routine you followed every Sunday, the consistency of it all. You tucked the clean basket under one of your arms and carried the wet clothes you’d pulled out with the other. Placing the basket on your bed, you tracked your way towards the door to your little balcony where a line of clothes had started. After pinning up the clothes in your hands, you sidetracked to the kitchen.
You smiled at the view of Sakusa sorting through the groceries, grumbling to himself as he arranged them on the counter in front of them. The mess of black curls fell to cover part of his face as he trained his eyes on what was in front of him. You walked over quietly, your sock-covered feet padding softly on the hardwood until you stood right next to him.
“Welcome back, Kiyoo.” You whispered and leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek. He hummed lightly in response and to the untrained eye someone might think it was a cold response. But you had been with him for years. You recognized the tension ease out of his shoulders as his muscles relaxed. Recognized the hum that left his chest was one of content. And you could see the small smile that tugged on the corner of his lips at your action. “I’ve got to go fold the laundry.” You pulled away softly and noticed how his body seemed to lean in your direction softly as you did.
You left the room as quietly as you’d come, you knew that when he was done with his task, he would come find you and help. There was consistency in how he put things away, always in the same places. It helped when you were half asleep, you could put yourself on autopilot and find everything you needed. Habits he had engrained in your brain starting in middle school when you first met him through Komori.
You smiled as you dumped the clean laundry onto your clean bed and began to sort through the clothes. You reminisced as you folded. Thinking about how sweet Sakusa had been when trying to ask you out for the first time. How he’d pulled his mask down so you could hear him better because he’d been mumbling and stumbling over his words. His fingers that were fidgeting with themselves had frozen when you’d accepted his offer to eat with him. His wide eyes had stared at me in shock then after refusing to look at you while he had asked his question. He’d been in so much shock that he hadn’t even tried to stop you, just watched, as your fingers pushed a stray curl out of his face with a smile.
You were so deep in thought that you jumped a little bit when you felt arms wrap around your waist from behind. You relaxed instantly however, feeling the familiar outline of Sakusa’s arms. You were suddenly surrounded by his familiar scent. “Hi Kiyoo.”
He sighed and pressed himself into your back, careful not to disrupt your ability to do your task. From the feel of it, he’d shed his outdoor clothes and changed back into sweats and a loose t-shirt, matching the lazy outfit you had on which consisted of some loose pajama shorts and an old tank top. You smiled when you felt the weight of his head falling onto your shoulder, his curls falling to tickle your collarbone. He inhaled deeply before squeezing you a little tighter.
“Hey Apricot.” He mumbled into the top of your shoulder. You giggled lightly at the nickname he’d coined back at the start of high school, the one that you’d fought before realizing that your protests were futile and it was sticking around. Just because you accepted it now didn’t mean that you didn’t still find it amusing. “How’s the laundry?”
“Its going.” You’re positive he could hear your smile through your words as his fingers danced on the hem of your shirt, every few touches grazing lightly over the sliver of skin between your shirt and shorts. He hummed in acknowledgement, adjusting his head so that his chin rested lightly on your shoulder and he could watch you work. “I’m folding the first load right now, then I’ll go get the second load and we can fold that one together, okay?”
“I don’t tell you I love you enough.” It was whispered against your skin as his lips pressed a soft kiss against the top of your shoulder. Your fingers faltered slightly at the random burst of affection. Sakusa was always reliable and always consistent but he always had trouble expressing how he felt. Those came in these random outbursts of love.
“Kiyoo, you show me that you love me every day.” You didn’t look back at him, you didn’t have to. His cheeks would be dusted pink and his eyes would be trailing your hands as they worked at the simple task of folding laundry. “You always come home to me, you make time for me, you give me stability.”
He pressed another kiss, closer to your collarbone, his curls tickling your skin again. “But I don’t tell you enough.” You could feel him smile into your skin and you mimicked it as you moved on to another piece of clothing. “I love you, y/n.”
“And I love you, Kiyoomi.” You turned your head lightly and kissed the top of his head gently.
His fingers brushed across bare skin again and stayed this time. “You look really pretty.” He pressed a light kiss closer to the base of your throat, making your breathing stutter slightly as you tried to focus on finishing the basket of clothes. “I like when you look a little messy.”
You laughed lightly at that. “Kiyoo, you hate messes.” You teased as you pulled another item out to focus your attention on.
He pressed a kiss to the base of your neck where it met your shoulder and you bit your lip lightly. “Not when its you. I like you.” He kissed softly a little higher on your neck and you let out a sigh as your eyes fluttered shut. “I love you.” He smiled into your neck as you tried to resume your folding with shaky hands. “You’re my mess.”
“What are you doing?” You tried to scold but your voice came out with a giggle as he pressed another tickling kiss to the side of your neck, his curls brushing softly against the front of your throat. “I’m trying to fold the laundry.”
He hummed in thought against your neck and you laughed trying to pull away as the vibrations tickled you. His arms held you in place and he did it again, pulling more giggles from your lips before he responded. “I know you are.” He kissed higher, closer to the bottom of your ear, one of his hands coming up and brushing some of your hair out of his way. “I’m trying to distract you.” You rolled your eyes at him but made no move to stop him as you let your head tilt to one side, giving him better access. “You look so pretty every time you do this.” He mumbled again, pulling your earlobe softly between his teeth.
Your hands dropped the piece of clothing you had been trying to fold and your breath hitched in your throat. “When I’m folding laundry?” You questioned him, disbelief lacing through your tone.
He nodded lightly. “Whenever you do something like this for me.” You went to question him but he pulled your hips back into his, letting you know just how pretty he thought you looked right now. You gasped as he moved his lips to kiss the base of your jaw. “You always take care of me in little ways. And I don’t tell you enough that I appreciate it.” He took the hand that had brushed away your hair and used it to turn your jaw towards him now so you could look him in the eyes. Eyes that currently held so much softness, so much love, all the emotions that Sakusa had issues trying to express to you. He pressed a kiss to the side of your lips and then didn’t pull away. “How much I appreciate you.” He pressed his lips to mine fully and you let your eyes flutter shut, completely immersing yourself in him.
He held you softly, using his grip on your waist to slowly turn you fully towards him without letting you step away from him at all. His lips moved against yours slowly, drawing breathy sighs from your lips as his free hand came to cup your jaw lightly. You let your own hands wander towards his neck to hold him closer, your fingers finding the back of his neck and playing with the curls resting there.
He groaned softly and his hand slipped from your waist to cup your ass, giving a quick squeeze. You gasped into his mouth and stumbled closer into his grasp. He took your distraction to carefully slip his tongue into your mouth, and lift you to sit on the bed. You moaned lightly as his hands gripped your waist again and he started to lean you back.
You used all of your willpower and drew yourself away from him, separating your lips as your both panted, lightly out of breath. He let out a small whine at the loss of you. “Kiyoo, the laundry.” You whined and he smiled, going for another kiss that you dodged.
“But you look so pretty, and its our day off.” He kissed your neck again and you could feel yourself melting. “We can finish the laundry later, I’ll help. We have nothing else to do today.”
And then you were back to your senses. “That’s not true.” You poked at his chest and slid out from under him, the rare childish side of him bringing a smile to your lips as he fell onto the bed with a small huff. “’Tsumu and Rina are coming for dinner so we have to finish laundry before then.”
The groan that left Sakusa’s mouth then was laugh-worthy and you did not hold back. “No.”
“No?” You asked through your giggles. “I like Rina, we’re friends. She keeps me sane when you two go out of town with the team.”
He glared at you with no real harshness. “She can come but not him.” he grumbled and you laughed again.
“They’re a packaged deal. You know that.” You sighed and moved closer to him, grabbing his hand and rubbing little circles into his wrist with your thumbs. “And she leaves tomorrow for a couple of weeks to go back home to visit ‘Samu.” He grumbled under his breath but you could feel him softening under the repeated motion of your touch. “I’ll make it up to you.”
He sighed and looked at you, a small pout still on his lips. “I still wont be happy about it.” He grumbled and you smiled. “And you’re making it up to me now.” You squealed as he pulled you down and under him quickly. “You do look really pretty when you do the laundry.” He quickly covered your lips with his own again, the mostly empty laundry basket being forgotten for the moment at the end of your bed.
Sakusa Kiyoomi was stability for you. He meant consistency and routine, something for you to know with your eyes closed, something to call home. But sometimes, on random Sundays he could be spontaneous and unplanned and forget about the routine because he wanted to show you that you looked pretty while doing his laundry.
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A/N: Hi this has been in my mind since Saturday when I was doing laundry and I thought I would be really cute, and I’m not sure if I really like it—but let me know what y’all think!!
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