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kiwanopie · 6 months
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Overnight Lovin’
Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader
cw: smut, alcohol mention, oral sex(f!receving), dumbification, dirty talk, whipped!Kiyoomi, mutually cumdrunk, PnV sex, creampie. Minors do not interact.
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This is not your bedroom.
As much as you’d kill for it to be. Silk cotton stuffed duvet a rich maroon in accordance to equally as soft sheets. Carefully shined mahogany floors checkered in wine colored Persian, a bedroom that’s more fantasy love suite than any commonplace bedroom and fuck if this mattress isn’t like heaven to lay on.
But this isn’t your bedroom.
You point your nose to the oversized shirt flooding a little under your collarbones. It’s just a simple horror tee. Dark colored kanji hovering over an illustration of Jason half obscured by cartoon blood and soft to the cotton touch. It’s big enough to cover a good portion of your thighs that are… not dressed with anything. Huh. Yeah, you are- You feel up your modest covering with a quick pat down of your hands. - Completely naked under this. And honestly a little sore. A certain shift of your hips has your pelvic area throbbing back at you like it’s already tapping out, fingerprint bruises on your thighs that feel tender when you poke them; even your tits are sore - nipples perking under your shirt like they’ve already been prodded and played with. Whoever the hell you went home with last night gave you a run for your money.
Come to think of it, what the hell even happened last night? Last you remember you were twisting your hips against a bar stool while your college buddies raved on ecstasy and coke on the dance floor. — A Shirley temple was enough to start your party high without indulging in any illicit drugs, but you’ve never been much of a drinker. That fizzy cherry vodka already had you buzzing, a few more of those and who knows what’ll happen.
You bite your lip against the grain of new life and newer feelings of lechery. You look too good and too soft not to be bent over a sink somewhere.
“That sweet?” His voice turns your fine hairs into goosebumps. “Looks tasty.”
You gaze up at him with doey eyes so filled with mirth that it makes his palms sweat. “It is.”
You slide your bottom lip through your teeth. Voice as pretty as you are. “You want a sip?”
He’s the smell of Dior and vetiver as he lifts the glass cuplet out of your hands. “Sure.”
You don’t remember who he was or what he looked like but just the memory of his raspy voice turns your sore throbbing into a needy ache. — If the way the sink in his bathroom abruptly stops with a moment of sluggish shuffling, you’re about to find out who exactly it was that rocked your world last night.
You’re already looking up at him when the door opens with a neat click, his muscled limbs stretch his boxers in a way that can only be described as appetizing.
And then you get a good look at his face.
Oh. Holy shit.
There’s… That’s-… How? He looks exactly like he does on his team’s magazine covers. JSM’s top ten lists, Bungeishunjū, and news outlets that brandish his face for a chance at watchability. He’s even more handsome in person. Trademark resting bitch face does little to dilute how painfully attractive he is and if anything the intimidation factor is a bonus. As well as the fame, the money, and of course his position as one of the top most well known athletes in all of Asia.
His name precedes him, the renowned Olympic volleyball player feels even taller than the humble 6’4 his Wikipedia pages cite him as,
He’s Sakusa Kiyoomi.
If it weren’t for the disorienting confusion you may have screamed. This is the guy who fucked you last night within an inch of your life.
Your voice is a little raspy which is expected, but when you open your mouth your jaw is sore. “Ohayō Gozaimasu-“
He clears the floor from the bathroom to the bed in just a few footsteps, you can barely react when he’s grabbing you by the jaw and tilting your head up for a better angle.
And then he’s kissing you.
The kiss is slow and sensual, so sultry that you moan a little in his mouth and he breathes into it with a deep hum. He’s kissing you like he loves you, like he’s crazy about you and like he just can’t get enough. The current of the kiss follows a savory kind of spit swapping that turns your inner thighs misty, and he pulls away with a soft smack that all but leaves a gossamer trail.
His thumb rubs circles on the soft of your cheek. “Ohayō.”
Your heart skips at the little peck he leaves on your lips before finally pulling away.
He runs a large hand through his tousled hair as he moves for a dresser near the vanity. “I ordered us some breakfast that should be here within the hour,”
He pulls out a shirt. “I’d make you some breakfast from scratch but,” Sakusa tugs it over his head. “I figured it’d be cruel to subject you to my cooking this early on.”
You blow a humored breath out of your nose. “I appreciate the sentiment regardless,”
He approaches the bed again and sits himself down across from you, there are love bites on his neck that probably match yours. “I hope you slept well.” He hums. “I slept like a rock because of you, actually.”
Oh god, you don’t even wanna know what kind of raunchy shit you were up to last night.
“I slept like the dead.” You crawl up to him, he’s already opening his arms for you. “Whatever you did put me out like a light.”
You fit in his arms so well it’s almost scary, he wraps his arms around you like he might never let you go. “Uh, Sakusa-san?”
He furrows. “Last name?”
You smile apologetically. “Kiyoomi,” You correct yourself. “I don’t… remember a lot of last night. We came back here from the club, right?”
“You…?” Kiyoomi’s eyebrows shoot up incredulously. “You don’t remember?”
“Not a lot.” You shake your head.
He frowns.
But even still his hand rubs fond lines up and down your back, still holding you just as faithfully, and looking up at you like you’re the best thing since sliced bread. “We marathoned a few drinks and then I had us dropped off at my place. I think… we started in the car, and then in my living room, and then the kitchen, the hallway, my bedroom finally; and then after a few hours we finished each other off in the shower. Around five we kissed until you eventually fell asleep.”
Kiyoomi traces the curves of your lips as he gazes fondly. “Last night was the best night of my life, I think. I don’t know if I’ve ever been with someone who could make me feel so good.” He proclaims. “I hope it’ll all come to you eventually, it was really something special.”
Well with the way he’s been treating you up to this point, it’s not like you’ll have a hard time believing that. Every earnest caress and look of adoration, the way his voice timbres into a loving hum, so smooth it makes you shiver. Hopefully those memories do come back at some point. You’ll never live it down if you actually missed the best night of your life.
You muse it with a little pout at the thought of that, Kiyoomi debates leaning forward and sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. “Hopefully I do remember then. It sounds like we had a lot of fun,”
Your pout drops after a short moment of consideration and you lean in even closer. The soft tip of your nose grazes in feather strokes as you skim it over his and slowly ease your lips down the path way to his, tasting his shuddering breaths as you hover there for a few painful seconds. But he all but melts when you finally meet. A chaste lingering kiss at first, a few sensuous short ones; you do him the courtesy and suck his bottom lip in your mouth instead. — Letting it snap back before you’re starting a trail down his cheek and kissing up until you're nosing under his jaw, using your loving hand to tilt his head up and give you the access that you seek.
He could buy you a ring right now, he wouldn’t even regret it. You don't even remember what you two got up to last night and still you’re caressing him in a way that gives him goosebumps. If you keep this up, he might wind up funding your entire life.
You bring your head up again and pull him into another kiss. Slow and open mouthed, and he damn near purrs when you start pushing your fingers through his hair. “Regardless, you feel amazing.” You whisper against his lips.
God, you might be trying to kill him. “I wouldn’t mind a refresher if you’re up for it.”
He sighs through his nose as he ducks his head to burrow himself into the crevasse over your shoulder, already peppering in searing kisses down your throat. “I was hoping you’d say something like that.”
Kiyoomi sucks in a love bite that makes you whimper so pretty. “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good you can’t take it.”
With the way you’re already making a mess in his lap, you believe him.
He’s a good kisser.
Regardless of where his lips end up. He’s a little messy, a little heavy with tongue, slow when it matters and firm when it counts. He’s great with his mouth. Surprising since he’s known for being somewhat of a recluse in the opinion of the public eye. Some call him aloof, others call him cold, the majority call him intimidating, but right now what comes to your mind is giving.
The way he spits on your already messy pussy makes your eyes roll.
You inadvertently hump into his face as the combination of his tongue and fingers set the pit in your stomach ablaze. He’s fucking you with his mouth so thoroughly that the skewlch of your building arousal reverbates throughout the room. You almost feel bad about how much your thighs are all but compressing the sides of his head, but every effort to lighten up on him has him tightening his hold on you to keep him locked against your sloppy cunt.
You hiss through your teeth as your fingers card through his hair. “F-Fuck… Omi…!”
Kiyoomi moans against your clit at the wanton sound of your pitched voice. Airy, and breathy, and intoxicating. He’s grinding himself so desperately into the mattress that he’s sure he’s gone sticky.
The veins in his arms pop as he persistently fucks his fingers into your tight little hole, sloppily sucking your swollen clit as the way you roll your hips into his face drives him crazy. “You’re gonna make me cum…!” You whimper. “Fuck, Kiyoomi!”
That crude mixture of his spit and your cum is starting to form a little puddle under your backside, every bit of you he doesn’t get to swallow he doubles his efforts to drink you up sprucely.
Hearing you teeter over the edge makes him feel like he’s following close behind. Your moans are so astonishingly pretty that it’s turning his brain all fuzzy. “Ffffuck! Oh fuck. Oh my god, baby! Fuck-! I-I’m…I’m cumming…!”
Kiyoomi groans drunkenly into your cunt as it suckles on his fingers, he’s so determined to drink every last drop of your cum that he almost comes off as depraved. Lewdly slurping you up as the way he desperately sucks on your clit makes you whine into the air. Still indulging himself in your mess even as you whimper from overstimulation.
He only pulls away because the way you’re begging for him to fuck you is sending him into a frenzy. “Wan’ it so bad, Omi. Please? Do whatever you want to me. U-Use me up!”
“Yeah?” Kiyoomi hums into your mouth as you suck yourself off of his tongue. “Want me to use you? I’ll fuck you till you cry, you know.”
Your misty eyes make his heart skip, the way the head of his cock catches your entrance feels like stepping into heaven all over again. “Please, baby? Give it to me. ‘Wanna feel you inside!”
He gapes a little as he presses himself in, so overwhelmed that his head falls into your shoulder and it’s an effort for him not to outright cry out at how fucking unreal you feel.
He thinks he might just be falling in love with you. Having a pussy like this may just be a hazard for his mental health, there’s no way he’s letting this slip throughout his fingers. “Oh my god,” Kiyoomi chokes. “O-Oh my fucking god.”
“You feel… unbelievable, angel,” He starts his pace. God, fucking you is actually pushing him to the brink of insanity. “…oh my fucking-… s-so tight! So fucking wet for me, angel… holy shit…- you’re so good to me, baby.”
His breathless praises are sending you alight. He’s so deep in your guts that you’re sure you’d find a bulge if you looked down at where your bodies meet. “So good…! So, so good!”
The way you hold each other is so desperate and devoted that it feels biblical. “I can feel you in my stomach, Omi… So deep…! Y-You’re… too deep!”
Kiyoomi grunts as he pushes himself in to the hilt and holds himself there for a blissful second. Grinding his hips in shallow circles that make you choke on your tongue, but you barely know the half of until he’s lifting up one of your legs.
And then the other, lifting on his knees till he’s hovering over your pretty face, - and then he starts pistoning.
The way your face contorts from a flustered glimmer of welling tears to a blissed out gape that cutens as your tears fall is enough to make his balls feel tight enough to burst. Never mind how fucking amazing this new angle is, watching you lose your mind under him as those pretty tits move to the current of his thrusts is making his brain feel all cloudy. — He’s sure the eye contact he’s keeping is transparent in the fact that he’s turned a little love drunk. Ducking his head to press tempered kisses on your throat, but he can’t help himself from the way his lips skim up to your ear and his mouth moves without him really thinking about it.
It’s a pleasure induced haze, he’s sure. But he can’t be forgiven for the absolute filthy things he’s saying to you.
“You hear that?” He drags in a few particularly forceful thrusts that make you sob so prettily for him. “You’re really soaking me up, huh.”
“Is it that good? You feel me deep in your tummy?” Kiyoomi swivels his hips. “S-Shit. What a pretty fucking noise that just was. Fuck, baby. - Oh, are you crying?”
“Too much?” But even still he presses more of his weight on you until every thrust is hitting you to the hilt. So deep that every other press of his hips forces a yip out of you that makes his face hot. — He’s really starting to think he might be ruined for anyone else at this point.
“You’re g’nna take it for me anyway though, huh? Slutty baby… You’re gonna let me fuck you brain dead? Fuck you till you’re all stupid for me?”
You sound as far gone as he is. “Y- Yes! Yes!”
“Yeah, that’s it, angel. Such a… fuck… good fucking girl for me.”
You must be close to cumming cause you’re really starting to milk him for all he’s worth. Sucking him back in every time he pulls away and every moment he continues to fuck into you you only get tighter.
He’s losing his mind. “Ohhh fuck. Fuck! I swear to god I’m gonna break you. G’nna - shit - gonna fuck you till you’re all mine, yeah? H-Holy shit-“
Kiyoomi groans at the way your fingernails start to dig groves into his back. “Mhm. Mark me up, angel. Wanna see you all over me when we’re done.”
You grab a helping of his hair and hold on to it for dear life, you’re drooling at this point. “Oh my god… oh m’ god, Kiyoomi… I’m- I’m gonna make a mess!”
“Yeah?” Which obviously means he’s reaching down to rub messy circles on your clit. “Gonna make a mess? Wanna soak me in your pretty cum?”
“Give it to me then, baby. I’ll fill you up so good when you do.”
You croon in his ear and it sounds like gospel.
And then you’re soaking the bed with your cum.
Kiyoomi doesn’t let up even as your juices wet down his pelvis and legs. He doesn’t stop his punishing thrusts or the rhythm he’s keeping on your clit, still whispering words of filth and praise in your ear, — and it looks like you’ve completely lost yourself to the pleasure at this point. The way his name is clipping so desperately off your tongue is making his eyes roll into his head. And it’s just a few more moments of fucking into your spasming pussy till he’s following you off the edge.
“Oh god. Oh my god.” He hisses. “Mmmh - Oh fuck, baby. I’m cumming… f-fuck! I’m cumming. I’m cumming.”
Oh god, even after last night there’s still so much of it. So much and so hot. Just the feeling of clenching on his hot cum as he continues to fuck into you is sending you over the edge again. God, the sounds you’re both making. Thank goodness his penthouse is big enough to not worry about disturbing any of his neighbors, reinforced flooring probably snuffing out the sound of your debauched love making. He’s never been the most vocal in bed but you’re making him whine into your ear like a cheap whore. And the sounds you’re making - Fuck, the sounds you’re making, he wouldn’t be surprised if he turned his head and found the decorative plants near his terrace sprouting flowers. It shouldn’t even be possible to sound that fucking good and feel this fucking amazing all at once.
Kiyoomi doesn’t even realize that bed making firm clicks into the wall until he starts to slow up his thrusts. Gradually coming down from his high until his desperate movements become slow and sensuous grinding, still rocking into you even as you settle again in his arms.
He lifts his head to bring you into a lazy kiss, a little sloppy, a little butterfly inducing.
You sigh into his lips. “…Holy shit.”
Kiyoomi pulls away to press a few slow kisses into your jaw. “I think I just might be addicted to you.”
“You’re telling me…” You cross your legs over his back. “Is it too early to suggest we go steady?”
He snorts a little. “As if I’m letting you go anywhere after that.”
Kiyoomi raises his back to gingerly kiss you on the lips, so tender it feels loving. Even as he pulls away he seems ailed by it. He is ailed by it. He can’t even imagine how he’ll fare when he has to get up eventually.
His breath is warm against your lips. The way he speaks to you feels reverent. “You’re stuck with me now.”
You smile. And he goosebumps. “Aren’t I lucky then?”
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reblog uwu?
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kitasgloves · 3 months
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— ♬ NSFW
okay what about SAKUSA KIYOOMI who isn't a fan of creampies. Like he refuses to nut inside of you during sex. No matter how many times you assure him it's okay to do it and it's safe he won't do it and it's making you mad.
You'd find ways to make him bust inside of you. Tie him down while you ride him, even with his eyes rolling back, he has the self control to not nut until you got off his dick. During missionary, when you know he's close you won't let him pull out, squeezing his cock inside. He'd glare at you and grab you by the neck then forcefully pull out. It seemed like all hope is lost.
Until there was a special gala you both attended. Sakusa looked ethereal with his fancy tuxedo you just want to suck him off dry. He also keeps looking at you like he wants to devour you whole. It took all of his strength not to grab you and fuck you somewhere secluded.
After the gala, he immediately pulls you against him and kisses you with hunger and urgency. It swiftly escalates to him pounding into you in your shared bedroom. Both of you were half-naked, filling the room with the sound of mixed moaning and skin slapping against each other.
"Hngh, fuck! Gonna cum, Omi!"
You whined, you were already on your third orgasm. At this point you've given up begging Sakusa to cum inside of you but you decided to do it one last time.
"Please-ah!-cum inside of me!"
Sakusa growled, fiercely wrapping his large hand around your neck and giving it a delicious squeeze.
"You're not gonna give up are you? You stubborn slut"
The pace of his hips went rapid, sending your eyes to the back of your head with a delirious moan.
"Are you that desperate for my cum? Huh? Fucking whore"
Sakusa spat at you. His onyx eyes watched you go limp, letting him use you however he pleases.
"Want my cum, slut?"
"Oh fuck, yes!"
"Then fucking take it"
With one final and brutal thrust, the heavenly feeling of his warm seed decorating your walls steals your breath away. As you throw your head back when your orgasm hits you, Sakusa doesn't pull out. He gazed silently as he finishes inside of you for the first time. And then he starts to move.
"Fuck, Omi! Wait!"
He doesn't listen to you. Your eyes go wide. Sakusa was dead set on cumming inside of you again, and again, and again. Since you won't stop begging, he might as well grant you what you wanted. So, here you are, overstimulated and overflowing with Sakusa cum until you felt beyond full. Sakusa chuckles darkly, convinced his balls felt lighter after feeding your hole with his seed.
sorry I got horny y'all
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forusomimiya · 1 year
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Sakusa as a boyfriend would be the envy of all women and men. A polite, respectful and dedicated man... and a box of surprises. Everyone would see him as cold, distant or expressionless. Thank God they would never find out what he was like in bed...
He would always start with kisses, caresses and nibbles, until he ended up under your skirt, placing kisses between your thighs and moving up until he finally reached your pussy. Your legs faltered as you felt his warm tongue enter you, but soon he was pulling you between his shoulders, never taking his mouth away from you except to praise you.
"mmm god, if you only knew how good you taste baby..... I'd have you in my mouth day and night, day and night..."
Deep, husky voice that would make you ascend to heaven itself in a matter of seconds. Dark eyes fixed on you, watching you spill before him as he thinks of his next move.
The next day you'd have bruised wrists and hickeys on your neck.
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teamatsumu · 7 months
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kinktober 2023 - haikyuu edition
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So here is the complete masterlist i did for kinktober 2023, and it is an all haikyuu special! I’m excited to share all these with you and I hope you like them!
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Day 1: THIGH RIDING - Miya Atsumu x reader
Day 2: THREESOME - Bokuto Koutaro x reader x Akaashi Keiji
Day 3: PHONE SEX - Oikawa Tooru x reader
Day 4: SHOWER/TUB - Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader
Day 5: MUTUAL MASTURBATION - Kageyama Tobio x reader
Day 6: ORAL - Terushima Yuuji x reader
Day 7: ORGASM DENIAL - Matsukawa Issei x reader
Day 8: DOMINATION - Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader
Day 9: SKINNY DIPPING - Hinata Shoyo x reader
Day 10: VIDEO TAPING - Suna Rintarou x reader
Day 11: STRANGERS - Iwaizumi Hajime x reader
Day 12: PUBLIC PLAY - Tendou Satori x reader
Day 13: GROUP SEX - Seijoh 4 x reader
Day 14: AGE DIFFERENCE - Ukai Keishin x reader
Day 15: MORNING SEX - Bokuto Koutaro x reader
Day 16: DADDY - Miya Osamu x reader
Day 17: DIRTY TALK - Miya Atsumu x reader
Day 18: HAIR PULLING - Kozume Kenma x reader
Day 19: SPANKING - Iwaizumi Hajime x reader
Day 20: SCRATCHING - Bokuto Koutaro x reader
Day 21: WINDOW - Suna Rintarou x reader
Day 22: KNOT - Miya Osamu x reader
Day 23: VOYEURISM - Kageyama Tobio x reader x Oikawa Tooru
Day 24: CAR - Miya Atsumu x reader
Day 25: COCKWARMING - Sugawara Koushi x reader
Day 26: DEGRADATION - Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader
Day 27: HATE SEX - Kuroo Tetsuro x reader
Day 28: DOUBLE PENETRATION - Kita Shinsuke x reader x Miya Osamu
Day 29: BRAT TAMING - Kita Shinsuke x reader
Day 30: OVERSTIMULATION - Sugawara Koushi x reader
Day 31: BREEDING KINK - Miya Osamu x reader
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11 Things He Hates About You
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✨Synopsis: MSBY Kiyoomi Sakusa x reader slight angst to fluff with some NSFW!!
✨Warnings: NSFW MDNI!!! There’s a touch of angst and sexual tension/ sexual acts described
✨WC: 2201 words
✨Author’s Note: Hey there Wanderers! This is the final part for this mini series for the time being. I will put a poll up later this month on what characters I should write next. Also I may have gotten a little carried away with Sakusa’s version as he is one of my favorite characters.😅 Anyway have safe travels through the alternate universes! ~ Starry✨
✨ Here’s the link for this series masterlist and the link to my main masterlist for more fics.
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Kiyoomi Sakusa is not a warm and fuzzy person. He is a prickly, cold, germaphobe that hates most people, including you.
He hates the way his heart rate picks up pace when you walk in the room.
It’s as if he has no control over his own body when you’re around. He can’t stand the way his palms sweat more around you. You don’t seem to pick up on the way you affect him in every way possible either. You’re just doing your job, yet it’s bothering him. In conclusion he needs to avoid you at all costs.
He hates how meticulous you are.
Ironic, he knows he’s the pot calling the kettle black. Either way, you are too good at your job as the media manager for the MSBY Black Jackals. You make sure all their social medias are up to date. You handle photography during practice, games, and other sponsorship events. None of that is the real issue it’s when your attention is on to him that the problem occurs. You’ve always made sure to sanitize your hands and then offer him some before touching him. If he’s ever handed anything to sign or hold you always and wordlessly offer him hand sanitizer afterwards too. His germaphobic tendencies aren’t a hard thing to notice, but for you to go out of your way to mimic these habits is strange to him. It makes him feel all jittery or maybe he’s getting sick.
He hates that you defend him.
He’s only ever had to speak to you in professional settings and even then it’s minimal. As soon as the paparazzi and some fans break through a barrier to bombard him with questions it’s you stepping in the way. Security was doing their job to usher everyone back behind the broken barrier, but you were the one to stop his fan girls from grabbing at him. You pushed them back and told him to just go to the locker room. He didn’t need defending; I mean he’s a 6’4” professional athlete, but why did it make him so flustered that you did that for him? Why does he feel hotter than he did before?
He hates the way the fans hate on you.
He understands why, but it’s not a valid reason to do so. The fans specifically his fans were pretty ruthless in picking you apart on social media. They criticized your relevance, your looks, and the way you spoke. After the incident with the barriers you hadn’t been as prevalent at practice or the last two games. It was probably MSBY’s way of trying to keep the spot light on the team rather than you. Speaking of which, you were still at the stadium before and after practices. You were mostly staying in your office. The window on the door to your office was angled so he could see you working while he was walking out of the stadium’s weight room. Not that he was worried that you had been fired.
He hates that you make him worry.
There was a few days where the team was going away for a tournament in South Korea. Their social media accounts were bustling with the updates about it and photos of all of them, yet you weren’t with them. In fact he hadn’t seen you at work for over a week. Which made him loathe the feeling of worry building up inside him. The team had noticed him being grumpier than usual and none other than Atsumu Miya had decided to pop the tension bubble. The two of them were sat next to each other on the plane ride to South Korea; this led to Atsumu asking why he was so obsessed with you. The death glare and the slight blush hitting the tips of Kiyoomi’s ears was enough to let Atsumu to back off. He gave Atsumu a lame excuse and told him to stop trying to set him up with anyone. It wasn’t the first time Atsumu had tried meddling in his teammate’s love life, but it was the first time that he was spot on with pointing out Kiyoomi’s problem. Whether he wanted admit it or not, you were on his mind a lot lately. He wasn’t obsessed with you or anything. He was only annoyed that even in your lack of presence has a bigger affect on him than he thought.
He hates your laugh.
It rings through the air at the stadium in South Korea. It’s not a bad laugh or weird sounding one either, but he hates that he knows it’s yours. Even when he can’t see you. In all honesty, he could probably pin point the sound in a crowd of laughter. With your laughter comes your radiant smile and sweet dimples too. He knows you’re here with them professionally, but a part of him longs to know if you’ve been feeling the same things he has. He wonders if his gaze makes your heart skip a beat or if the sound of his voice make you feel as though the room’s temperature had increased. He must surely be sick if that’s what his mind is focusing on right now.
He hates that he wants to show off more now that you’re here.
During all the first day matches Kiyoomi dominated with his spikes. His receives were perfect for Atsumu every time and not a single complaint came from their coach or Atsumu. There was something about this last match of the day that made him hungrier than ever for a winning spike. He was competitive no matter what, but the way the guys on the bench for the other team were eyeing you up pushed him over the edge. It was as though there was a feral rage burning in his veins. Atsumu seemed to catch on pretty quickly as he followed Kiyoomi’s eyes over to the other team’s ace trying to chat you up.
He hates how possessive you make him feel.
Although they won and he got the winning point he can’t help but still feel that hunger. His teammates were all celebrating in the locker room, but he was lost in his thoughts. He showered in silence and didn’t say much more than a ‘thanks’, ‘you too’, or give a pat on the back of his teammates. They all exited the locker room until it was just him under the water of the shower. Atsumu had called out to him to hurry up so they could head back to the hotel. He steps out of the shower with just a towel around his waist. He realized he left his clean clothes in his bag over by the lockers and goes over to where he had set his gym bag. He was so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t heard you had come in. Atsumu had told you that there was a nice welcome sign for the team in there. Which was true, but he hadn’t told you that Sakusa was still in there.
He hates how easily flustered you become.
You’re both adults, but your face turned crimson almost instantaneously. You saw him standing there with just a towel draped dangerously low around his waist. You quickly apologized and with a bow then ran out of the locker room. It’s annoying how fast his heart is hammering in his chest and how the blood circulation down in his groin had become more prevalent. He wondered if you were standing outside in the hall way thinking the same thing. Why now of all times is he getting a massive hard on? Is it because the dreams he’s been having of you two fooling around in the MSBY locker rooms? No, he can’t let his mind wander like that right now. He needed to get dressed and hide his raging boner as everyone was waiting on him so they could go to the hotel.
He hates how you’re okay with accepting less than what you deserve.
The team’s manager fumbled big time in the hotel bookings. There was supposed to be one single bed room and then seven double bed rooms. The single bed room was for supposed to be for you considering you’re the only woman on this trip; however the hotel clerk had confirmed that only the seven double bed rooms were booked. You offered to just book a room for yourself with your own money and get reimbursed later, but the hotel was fully booked out for the evening. They offered to get you a room at one of their other locations, but it was on the opposite side of the city from where the stadium was. Instead of trying to find another hotel for yourself, Atsumu suggested you room with him and Sakusa. It was far too late to argue, so you agreed to this plan. If looks could kill, the look Kiyoomi gave Atsumu Miya would’ve killed him right where he stood. The three of you headed up to your room and saw that there was a small couch. You told them both that as long as you could borrow a pillow and blanket from one of them that the couch would be sufficient enough for you to sleep on. Before either of them could protest you made it clear they were both far too tall for that couch. It was only logical for the shortest person to sleep there. With that settled the three of you took turns getting ready for bed.
He hates that he enjoys your warmth.
He couldn’t sleep, maybe it was the way he couldn’t stop thinking about how your pupils dilated when you saw him in just a towel earlier. He once again had a massive erection and this time it wasn’t going anywhere unless he did something about it. He could hear both yours and Atsumu’s steady breathing which confirmed that you both were asleep. His muscles were definitely sore and tired from the matches earlier. It was his mind that kept him awake, so he decided to head to the bathroom to take care of his not so little problem. He thought back on his dreams of the two of you as if they were memories. He hates how perverted it is to know you were asleep on the other side of the door; meanwhile he was touching himself to the ways he wanted to fuck you. Wondering if you’d like it if he pulled your hair while taking you from behind, or better yet would you pull his hair as he worshipped you with his mouth. With these thoughts freely going through his mind it didn’t take long for him to get close. What he hadn’t realized is that he had accidentally woken you up with the light from the bathroom. He was at the edge of orgasm when he heard you call out his name from behind the door. The rippling effect it had on his body was more than he could handle and he orgasmed hard. He bit his hand in order to cover for the fact that he most definitely would have moaned in response. You knocked lightly and called out his name again as to not wake up Atsumu. This time he opened the door to you who was too tired to realize he was slightly out of breath and how disheveled he looked. You asked him if he was okay. He wasn’t okay, you looked so beautiful in such a soft and natural way. Maybe the post but clarity was hitting harder this time. He tried to gather himself to answer you, but the best he could say was that his mind was too active to sleep. He thinks he must be dreaming or worse hallucinating when after he says that, you ask him if he wanted you to talk to him until he fell asleep. Regardless of whether it was real or not he didn’t hesitate to pull you over to his bed where you both got under the covers. Normally, he’d never do this with anyone, but he supposes you aren’t just anyone. You’ve captured his heart and attention in a way no one else has. You’ve invaded his thoughts in both conscious and subconscious. Now all he wants is you reciprocating this same mentality. He listens for a while as you ramble on about whatever new camera is coming out and the cool shutter settings it has. Eventually you both had fallen asleep, because when he woke up he felt the warmth of your body against his own. Your face buried in the crook of his neck and your arms draped around him. He noticed that his own arms had somehow wrapped around you too. The peace it brought him knowing you hadn’t gotten out of his bed after he fell asleep was ruined by a certain faux blonde’s phone making a shutter sound. Someday, Kiyoomi would be grateful for Atsumu capturing this moment forever on camera, but today was not that day.
Kiyoomi Sakusa still hates most people, but you aren’t most people to him anymore.
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MINORS DNI (TIMESKIP)
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The movement of your hips increase as time goes by,the feeling coming forth little by little.
His tongue lapping your slits, lips sucking your erect bud, both index and thumb rolling your nip between them. You, a moaning mess as you come closer and closer to your climax.
He smirks knowing he can make you feel this type of way. You start feeling the pleasure start to grow in your lower abdomen; bucking your hips up so his mouth can be much closer to you.
You arch your back ready to welcome the pleasure of satisfaction. But it never comes.
He moves back leaving you and your heat wanting more.
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bby-bo · 1 year
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When The Boss Comes Knocking
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the following is a CEO!Sakusa fic that landed somewhere between sfw and sorta nsfw, but its kiyoomi and he just makes my brain go buzz in every situation so i just couldn’t help it 
Part 2
Summary: You dated Sakusa in high school but went your separate ways after graduation. Turns out he missed you much more than he let on. 
Warnings: none, just kiyoomi being hot. use of “sweetheart” and “baby”
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Sakusa Kiyoomi always has been and will always be the man of your dreams. Tall and broad shouldered, even in his high school years he was the pinnacle of your existence, and all you wanted was to be near him. Your wishes were granted for only a brief period of time when you finally dated in your junior year, but your Kiyoomi was ripped away from you when his family decided he needed to start preparing to take over the business.
The Sakusa Group was well known and respected for their acquisition of many successful start-ups, but details of their business dealings were always very secretive. And the company had only grown and expanded since Kiyoomi became CEO at just a mere 25 years old- not that you were stalking the Sakusa Group’s movements in your free time or anything.
When the two of you broke up he had encouraged you to “follow your own dreams”, and made sure to mention he would be extremely busy in the years after graduating high school.  You had received the underlying message loud and clear. He wanted to be left alone and didn’t want a girl from a regular family ruining his image when he entered the executive world. Your heart was shattered, but that didn’t stop you from missing Kiyoomi dearly even years later. The hugs that completely enveloped your frame and the scent of his light cologne, the one he brought you to pick out for him on his birthday. The rasp of his deep voice and how its sound had burrowed into the back of your brain, the memories of random things he once said to you popping to the forefront of your mind haphazardly throughout your days.
You had done as he said, and moved to the city to become an author as you always dreamed. Actually, you were pretty successful in the romance industry and even though you only had a handful of books published, your fanbase was so dedicated and charismatic. In your single year of dating Kiyoomi you had amassed a lifetime’s worth of romantic material, and between your real life experiences with him and the melancholy fantasies that kept you up at night nowadays, you had lots of inspiration. Although, even you were prone to the classically dreaded writer’s block.
Today was just a regular Tuesday morning in the office, where you preferred to write when you were stuck in a rut. Unfortunately, the coffee mug on your desk was not bringing the inspiration that you wanted and you glared at the last sip, willing some piece of creativity to be hiding inside as you downed it. Nothing. Loosening a sigh, you dropped your head into your hands just as a knock rapped on the door. Without lifting your head you greeted the visitor, already knowing who was on the other side.
“Come in!”
“How’s it coming? Anything I can get you right now?” It was the sweet front desk girl, Josie, checking in on you. Again. 
“Unless you can write in my place, there’s not much you can do for me i'm afraid” Josie meant well, but her insistent interruptions certainly were not helping your workflow, and this was the third time within 30 minutes she’s asked if you needed anything.
“Okie dokie, I’ll check back later then! Keep at it! ” 
“Oh, you don’t have to-” She was off with a wave without hearing your response, the door slamming behind her. With another sigh, your head dropped back into your hands, frustration building. 
Not 5 minutes later, there was another knock at the door. But this time the door opened before you could respond.
“Holy shit, Josie i’m really fine I swear- K-Kiyoomi???” You burst from your seat in surprise, your eyes all but popping out of your head.
And there he was, like a fever dream come to life, standing in the doorframe. His handsome face tilted to the side slightly, a smirk pulling across his lips.
“There you are, I’ve been looking for you” His voice had gotten deeper since the last time you spoke. His hair a little longer, his chest a bit stronger. But his eyes remained the same, that dark gaze enticing you and melting you down with just a look.
“W-what are you doing here? How did you-? What is this??” 
As much as you wanted to cave and run straight into his arms, you vividly recalled your last conversation with Sakusa. Not Kiyoomi. He had corrected you so coldly before parting, saying “you should call me by last name from now on, otherwise people may get confused”. As if it would be bad if people mistakenly thought you were still dating. As if to push you that much further away. Your confusion only grew as you looked at him now, unsure of his motives for being here. 
“Came to scope out a new prospect. I sent an executive to meet with your publishing house’s CEO last week” His smirk widened as he took deliberately slow steps into the room, sleek confidence dripping from him. 
That's right, your boss had mentioned that your little publishing house had been recently approached by a huge parent company with an amazing offer, but as far as you knew nothing had been made official. And you certainly had no clue that said parent company was the Sakusa Group. The realization settled in, and the frustration you felt earlier was starting to bubble up again. 
All of a sudden he was in your space, sleek black button-up shirt in your direct line of sight. What was his goal here? Certainly this has nothing to do with you? Right. Exactly. He claimed he was here for business. Then why..??
Long fingers gripped your chin, thumb tugging your bottom lip from between your teeth where you nervously chewed it. 
“Where did you pick up this bad habit? And when are you planning on acknowledging me properly?” Your heart dropped to your stomach. His firm grip brought your face to look up at his, a little too close for comfort. Kiyoomi’s smirk tilted into a small frown, an admonishing look starting to grow.
“Of course sir, I apologize. Good morning Mr. Sakusa.” Backing out of his hold, you bowed in respect. Of course he was here for just business. 
This only seemed to irritate him further though, and when you rose from your greeting he took another step closer. You may as well have been toe to toe now. 
“Since when do you address me that way?” His eyes were too intense, and you could feel the memories of your past relationship coming up in your mind, emotion nearly overwhelming you before you swallowed it down.
“I’m not sure what you mean sir, it would be improper for me to address you otherwise” 
If he was irritated before, then he was surely pissed off now. 
His hands gripped your shoulders, roughly pushing you back against your desk before planting his palms on either side, caging you in. 
“Why won’t you look at me, hm? It’s disrespectful to ignore your superior sweetheart” Shit. That voice had you in a vice grip and he knew it. He was using it to his advantage. 
“I was unaware you would be my business superior until a minute ago, forgive me sir” How long will your legs hold up before melting completely?
“Seems like something is bothering you. You don’t like the idea of working with me? Or maybe you don’t like the idea of me being your boss? Sweetheart, I hope you realize I know you’ve been writing about me.” 
“No! No thats not-!” Your head shot up in a rush to disagree, or maybe to explain. Either way, you immediately realized your mistake and you were silenced once more. The tip of your nose brushed his, and his breath brushed your lips in an intimate greeting, as if to say “hey, i missed you”. 
His mock irritation melted away, the smirk returning once more. You fell into the trap too easily.
Most people knew Sakusa to be the cool and straightforward man he showed to the world, but when you dated in high school he quickly shattered this image. Though he certainly preferred to stay away from crowds and strangers, he was still human after all, and loved to be in your personal space whenever he got you alone. He had always enjoyed making you blush and stutter, thriving off the knowledge that he could affect you so deeply. Clearly, he still enjoyed that feeling. 
But you were not a toy, and he was interrupting your work day. And how dare he just come back into your life after throwing you aside for so many years?! Absolutely not, you refused to be disrespected this way. Your hands came to his chest, giving him a solid (and completely ineffective) shove.
“No. This is not professional Mr. Sakusa-!” 
Sakusa didn’t back up a single inch. Instead he gripped your face, long fingers pinching into your cheeks slightly. Your breath caught in your throat, previous arguments completely obliterated.
“Stop. Saying. No. Now answer me. Since when do you call me by my last name? You’re purposely not answering my question” 
When you took a breath in you caught the scent of his cologne, and it was the same one you picked out for him in high school. He still wore it. Every single thought emptied out of your head, except for the recognition of how close he was to you, and where he was touching you. 
“Say it.”
“K-Kiyoomi...”
“Say it like you mean it, baby.”
“Kiyoomi.” A smile broke out as his name fell from your mouth a second time.
“That’s my girl, just as pretty as ever. I missed you so bad sweetheart, I’ve been looking for you in the city for some time now. And don't worry, I’ll make up for lost time, so don’t push me away.” 
His second hand came up to the back of your head, tugging you back by your hair and bringing your mouth to his. But he didn’t kiss you, he denied you the pleasure, only speaking against your lips. You let him do as he pleased, no longer able to deny how much you missed him. Missed this. 
“Look at you with your hair so grown out now.”
“Do you like it?”
“I love everything about you.” He moved to plant a firm kiss to both of your cheeks, and to your disappointment he slowly released his hands from your face and hair. 
“The Sakusa Group will officially be in ownership of your publisher by the end of the week. You’ll be seeing a lot more of me, so get used to it sweetheart.” He offered no further explanations or goodbyes, and he left your office with only your disheveled and flustered state to prove that he had really been there at all. 
You made absolutely zero progress on your writing the rest of the morning and afternoon, but when you returned the next day ready for another day of failure, you opened the door to see your office transformed into a florist. 
There were flowers on every single surface, completely covering your desk and the floor. There were roses of every shade, along with tulips, orchids, and other kinds of flowers you had never even seen before. Each bouquet was bursting with color and life, wrapped in silk ribbons and set in gorgeous porcelain vases that looked absolutely priceless.  There was only a small path left open for you to walk to your desk seat, and on your keyboard was a note. 
“A flower for every occasion I missed. And more just because.” 
Your hand came up to your mouth, tears already welling up in your eyes. You looked to the bottom, and saw he signed the note,
“Always Yours, Kiyoomi”
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creative-crybaby · 1 year
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Fly on the Wall
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PAIRING: yan!timeskip!Sakusa Kiyoomi x fem!reader
GENRE: smut | dark content (18+)
Minors DNI
TAGS + WARNINGS: yandere themes, noncon, stalking, somnophilia, semi-public masturbation (m), nipple play, fingering (with leather gloves), dacryphilia, cum eating, creampie, size kink, breaking and entering, panty stealing, basically Sakusa is a perv
Let me know if I missed anything.
WORD COUNT: 8.7k
SUMMARY: The new Black Jackal’s manager catches Sakusa’s eye. Unfortunately, whatever distance, physical or otherwise, is between you two, is too far for his liking. All characters are 18+
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Not meant to be a Christmas gift, but my timing does wonders, I guess :/
© creative-crybaby, do not repost or modify
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The Black Jackals getting a manager didn’t excite him the way it did his teammates. The idea itself didn’t bring him dread, of course, but the knowledge that certain players may get distracted–or worse: rowdier–brought more stress to him than he’d appreciate. 
Bokuto and Hinata were already babbling on to each other about what you might be like, reminiscing their high school days when they both had two managers on their respective teams. Atsumu joined in, whining that Inarizaki wasn’t as lucky to have a girl manager, let alone two attractive ones. He also bet that you’d be cute—Sakusa could only roll his eyes at the exchange.
You carried yourself with a grace often unfound in volleyball when meeting the team, offering a polite smile as you introduced yourself. Even when bombarded with questions from the boisterous ones (you know the ones), you didn’t falter, even assuring Meian that you didn’t mind the energy: “It’s nice to know I’ll be supporting a passionate team.”
Pretty, Sakusa thinks. You didn’t blow him away, but it was enough for him to acknowledge upon first laying eyes on you. Even he found himself momentarily frozen when you two made brief eye contact. 
Regardless, you’re not here for a modelling contract; you’re here to help the team grow to its full potential. The wing spiker may not be praying for your downfall, but he certainly isn’t going to celebrate your arrival too soon, either. 
Anyone can refill water bottles and hand out clean towels to sweaty giants. The same goes for taking notes on their progress, especially since you should know how volleyball works. From what Sakusa has observed, you do more than well in that department, too, always ready to correct someone’s form or have a report prepared for Meian in no time. You’re organized, punctual; it helps that you also sprinkle in some encouraging words when necessary. (Certain members are more than happy to gain that praise, which means more headaches on the ravenette’s end.)
It doesn’t take long for you to get him to accept you into the team—in his own way. He doesn’t avoid you like the plague, per se; he merely never saw any reason to put in as much effort to get to know you the way someone like Bokuto or Atsumu would. He was just glad to have one more person to give him some proper feedback. 
That distance Sakusa created is seemingly one-sided. There’s no special occasion, either: it was after a practice that partook a few days after a game against the Tachibana Red Falcons. A close match where the Black Jackals managed to pull through, though that wasn’t precisely what consumed the wing spiker’s thoughts at the time. You handed him a neatly folded towel during the athletes’ break, and he nods his thanks. You stay before him, and he peers up at you curiously after wiping his face. Stretching your hand to him, you carry a mini hand sanitizer pack. Nothing special: it’s a standard bottle in a dark red and attachable case. 
“Noticed you weren’t a fan of the gifts from some of your fans and would look grossed out when a kid would touch you,” you explain, offering a small smile. “Hope you don’t already have one of these. This was the only normal-looking one I could find. Wasn’t sure how you’d feel about having a giraffe case dangling from your bag.”
You offer a sheepish laugh that Sakusa would refuse to admit is something he’d want to hear again. Not wanting to leave you hanging any longer than he already has, he takes your gift, eventually muttering his thanks. 
It’s like a boy clinging onto that one compliment he got a few years back because it’s all he received. A rational voice in his head dismisses your observation as something someone on the team probably mentioned to you—maybe Atsumu made a joke about him being a germaphobe, and you took it seriously. 
Still, that’s not a possibility the wing spiker wants to entertain. Not as he goes on with the rest of practice, not when he’s in the changeroom, not when he’s attaching that case to his gym bag, not when he gets home, and certainly not when he goes to bed that night. A small gesture, one probably wouldn’t overthink, lingers in his thoughts until Occasion #2 appears. 
Coming back from an away game is one of the few opportunities the volleyball players get to recharge. After packing everything into the bus, each member sits in their unassigned-assigned seat. Or, at least, most of them would. Some chose to sit wherever it was convenient for them: they wanted to carry on their conversation with one of their teammates or maybe get some shut-eye. Sakusa was the latter, opting for a window seat far away from his boisterous colleagues as possible. Ready to close his eyes, he only got a few seconds of relaxation before he sensed some shifting next to him. With furrowed brows, he opens his eyes, ready to tell Atsumu off (let’s be honest, it’s always Atsumu), only to find you making yourself comfortable in the spot next to his instead. 
You turn to him somewhat sheepishly. “Hope you don’t mind. I wanted to get some rest, and you’re pretty quiet, so I figured having you as my seating buddy was my best shot.”
You don’t say anything afterwards, waiting for him to tell you to leave him alone. To his surprise (and yours, he’s sure), the wing spiker mumbles a stoic “Go ahead,” his eyes trailing towards the window as he readjusts his mask. Even with his gaze no longer on you, he could hear the smile in your voice as you thank him. 
For the next several hours, Sakusa remained awake, thinking about everything and nothing all at once as he’d glance over to your sleeping form every few minutes. Even people like Bokuto and Hinata lost enough energy to fall asleep, but the ravenette didn’t notice. If anything, his entire world dissolved into nothingness as soon as your frame unconsciously leaned on his shoulder. His whole body froze, but surprisingly, not out of disgust. Awkward, perhaps, but he didn’t feel the need to wake you up, let alone push you away. 
His senses heightened. With you so much closer, his eyes scanned every detail your face had to offer, every reaction you had in your sleep, from stirring after hitting a speedbump to sighing whenever Saksua dared to take a breath too deep. Speaking of breathing, even with yours being so shallow, he can hear the steady rhythm loud and clear, despite Bokuto’s snoring somewhere in the distance. Your scent attacked his nose, even with the mask shielding most of his face, and he can at least admit to himself that it was refreshing to smell something that wasn’t a bunch of sweaty athletes. It’s just your head on his shoulder, but the ravenette felt you burning your mark into his skin, one he didn’t ever want to wash off. Every sense except for taste—
A speed bump. The last thought retreated as fast as it invaded. The remaining hour and a half to return home flew by with his guilt as a distraction. Even when Atsumu woke up and teased the wing spiker for trying to get close to you, Sakusa didn’t feel the need to reply. He merely looked down at your still-sleeping form for several seconds more before eventually trying to wake you up. He’d rather he didn’t, but something about others seeing you in such a vulnerable state irked him in a way he can only describe as filthy. No amount of water and hand soap can scrub away that dirt, but as soon as your eyes opened and met his before anyone else’s, that itch got scratched. He didn’t register your profuse apologies until a couple of other teammates decided to join in on the teasing, and suddenly Sakusa found his voice. 
“It’s fine.”
But it wasn’t fine. And it still isn’t. Maybe you forgot about it or saw that moment as a funny story to share over drinks with friends, but it’s different for the wing spiker. He knows it shouldn’t be, yet here he is, replaying every minor interaction between the two of you. There was a reason for him keeping his distance from you when you first started: you both stick to your tasks during practice and games, only interacting when progress and strategy are the focus. Otherwise, the athlete is back in whatever vacant corner he can find, shrinking his almost 6’’4 frame as much as he can in hopes that he can avoid possible interactions. (And if that means he gets to watch you laugh at something Atsumu said or go over strategy with Meian, then those times in his hiding spot have come with new benefits.)
But he’s not in a corner right now: he’s at Onigiri Miya with his team and EJP Raijin, eyes boring into your frame as his cousin says something he doesn’t quite catch. 
The ravenette hums. “What was that?”
“Your new manager’s pretty cute and all,” Komori starts, not too loudly for others to hear, “but if you keep staring at her, you’re going to look like some creep.” Sakusa’s head snaps to the libero, who sheepishly smiles as he scratches the back of his neck. “I mean, I get that you were never all that good with girls, but even you should know this stuff by now.”
The wing spiker scoffs at his cousin’s joke, opting to take a bite out of his onigiri instead of replying. You’re listening to whatever story the blonde Miya twin has to share, laughing whenever the younger one butts in with commentary to embarrass the former. Now you watch in amusement as the two lookalikes bicker, and it makes Sakusa realize something: besides the few moments he recalls oh-so fondly, you don’t interact with each other much outside of volleyball. 
He glides his thumb across the nori on his food in irritation. The moments shared between you rarely involve anything outside of the sport. For someone as observant as him, the ravenette is almost ashamed he let his very few one-on-one memories of you two distract him from such an obvious (and somewhat embarrassing) fact. 
You’ve probably spent more time with a handful of his other teammates. Sakusa recalls Bokuto and Hinata inviting you to a movie marathon at the latter’s place on your day off, though through all that excitement exchanged between them, all he could do was mutter under his breath about them wasting your time. It probably doesn’t matter whether or not you accepted their offer; they still approached you. 
The same goes for whatever Atsumu says to you that makes you two snicker under your breaths. Inside jokes, Sakusa is sure of it, though it doesn’t make him scoff any less. If anything, his mood grew sour with every interaction you had that wasn’t with him. Another fact he wasn’t aware of until the blonde setter asked him if the stick up his ass was bigger than it used to be. (The wing spiker’s response to the harmless joke needn’t be shared.)
“Just talk to her.” Komori’s voice brings Sakusa back to Onigiri Miya. Staring; again. Lovely. The ravenette faces his cheerful cousin once more, who offers a chuckle. “I’ll even play wingman if you want.”
The quieter of the two finishes his onigiri before getting up from his seat. The libero watches as his relative puts his MSBY jersey on before heading for the exit. “I’m good, thank you.”
The ravenette risks a glance your way once he makes it to the door. You don’t meet his gaze, still occupied with the twins. No surprise there, but that doesn’t stop the disappointment plunging into his chest as he exits the shop.
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That one-sided has seemingly returned since then, though the roles are reversed. Even with the few moments exchanged between you two, Sakusa struggles to pinpoint when he started to care for your attention in the several months you’ve been part of the team. The days when he felt indifferent involved less overthinking and even lesser restless nights; now, he can’t stop nitpicking at whatever detail catches his eye. You styled your hair differently one day; you’re snacking on cheesecake-flavoured Kitkat because it’s your new favourite snack. These notes follow up with nothing on his end except an extra bullet point in his brain’s buzzing list. 
It’s a winter evening when he adds his first crucial fact: your home address. An abyss swallows the sky at what seems to be only half past five. Not a usual time for practice, though nothing that disrupted Sakusa’s schedule. He’s making his way to his car when he sees you standing aside, eyes glued to your phone. A rare sight, though not an unwelcomed one. 
You’re frowning, the wing spiker notices. He’s approaching you, he notices too little too late. You notice him. 
“Oh, Sakusa!” you smile, pocketing your device. “Good work today.” The ravenette doesn’t need his mask to hide his contentment at your praise, though the pride that swells inside him grows challenging to swallow. “Off home to relax?”
His tongue rests between his teeth as he nods, and you hug your coat tighter to your body. His brain screams to carry on a conversation, no matter how small or meaningless, but his eyes seem to do enough as they rake through the parking lot. He’s looking for your car, he realizes, but has no clue as to what it looks like. 
“Had to bus here,” you explain sheepishly. Sakusa watches you from the corner of his eye, internally sighing in relief at your (alleged) mind-reading powers. “My car needs fixing, and with practice taking place later on in the day, finding a bus worked better.” Your gaze trails to the streets only a few meters away, exhaustion making them droop. “Guess my supposed ride is being held back, huh?”
“Let me take you home.” 
Your head snaps in the wing spiker’s direction, whose eyes slightly widen in shock at his proposition. Now he decides to talk. He digs his nails into the strap of his gym bag, jaw clenching as he tries to appear calm as he awaits your response.
Your brows crease ever so slightly. “I wouldn’t want to cause you any trouble.”
Your voice shrinks at your concern. Sakusa imagines you shrinking under his gaze as well. “You never cause me any trouble.”
Not how he would’ve liked to word it, but it’s too late to take it back. You beam at him, offering your thanks and letting him know you owe him as you step closer to his tall frame. He doesn’t flinch away, instead facing the parking lot once more as he chews on his bottom lip under his mask.
The car ride holds silence throughout the fifteen-to-twenty minutes on his end, with you giving the ravenette directions and discussing the team’s progress. He only offers curt nods and soft hums, not that he minds this time; your sunny tone and presence in such a closed space were more than enough for him. Besides, his brain is occupied with carrying your guidance as you get closer to your destination. Because he’s the driver, and you ought to return home safely. It’s been a long day for both of you: you’re exhausted, and you don’t hide this fact as you slump in the passenger seat and sometimes yawn. 
And when you finally tell Sakusa to pull up into your driveway, he can’t help but scan your home with his eyes, wondering which windows expose which room. He sees one with lavender curtains from the interior, and he’s willing to bet that’s your bedroom. 
You thank him, and the thought evaporates. He’s tongue-tied once more; he nods, unlocking the passenger door. Offering one more smile, you exit the car, and the wing spiker’s eyes bore into your frame as you walk up your porch and enter your home. 
He’s backing out of the driveway when he begins to wonder if there is something different he could have done. The small talk was calming, but he found that he wanted more. 
The drive back consists of Sakusa glancing over at where you sat every chance he got. He swallows harshly, fingers tapping impatiently against the steering wheel at a red light. Even with practice done a while ago, he feels hot. His clothes hug him uncomfortably, and it isn’t until his brain entertains the idea of peering down does he understand why. 
He recognizes this street. The ravenette pulls over to a secluded area, quick to unbuckle his seatbelt before throwing his mask off. His chest heaves as he slowly looks down once more as if the first time was just a trick of the lights. 
He’s hard. Being alone with you for less than half an hour is enough to make him fucking hard.
He’s also alone. For a second, he recalls keeping a pack of tissues in the glove compartment. 
He’s also in his car. His home is not too far from yours, he noticed as you gave him directions. 
You were also in his car. The passenger seat pulls Sakusa’s gaze towards it. He’s leaning into where you sat not long ago, and if he focuses hard enough, he can catch a whiff of your perfume.
His cock stirs in his slacks, and the ravenette climbs over the gear shift before his brain can reason with his body. 
The passenger’s seat is still a bit warm, he notices upon making himself comfortable in his new spot. The wing spiker shakily exhales as he unzips his pants with great haste, shimmying them down to his thighs. His pace doesn’t slow down when he gets to his briefs, either, opting to tuck the waistband between his balls and dick’s base to free his shaft of its confinements. Only then does he pause, breathing still trembling as he tries to calm himself. 
There’s not much time. An empty parking lot when he got there, but it won’t stay that way forever. Sakusa spits into his palm, needing some makeshift lube to start slowly stroking himself. The relief has his eyes fluttering closed and lips parting with a sigh. It isn’t long until he feels some precum sliding down from his slit, and he spreads the stickiness to help with his movements. He takes a deep breath through his nose and again catches your scent. 
What if it was your hand pumping his cock instead? It should be. You’d be smiling as you do so, peering up at the wing spiker through your lashes as you ask him how he likes it. Always there to help during practice; how is this any different? You want what’s best for the team, for him. Anything for him—
Sakusa’s choking on a groan as he paints his hand and the glove compartment a creamy white. He doesn’t open his eyes until his high finally descends him back to earth, where he realizes what he’s done. 
He groans, in both exhaustion and disgust from the mess in his car and thoughts. He was a teenager when he lasted this long, though the quantity of his release takes him by surprise. Has he truly been pent up for too long? Did you do this?
Sakusa’s quick to take out that tissue pack. 
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You thank him for the ride home once more the next time you see each other at practice. Other than that, the wing spiker continues to keep his distance. Mainly due to the shame that follows remembering what he’s done after dropping you off, but the one time you two shared eye contact for more than a few seconds when you handed him a towel during a break brought another feeling into the mix: excitement. What for, Sakusa has yet to find out. Or maybe he’s trying to avoid that explanation. Like any minute, you’ll tell him, you know, eyelids heavy as the emphasis tells him more than enough of what you’re talking about. The thought makes his lower stomach churn in an agonizing blender. Then, you’ll pull him into the storage closet, where you’ll—
Say his name. Well, no. Not you. Someone else is saying it. Again and again. 
The ravenette blinks back into the real world, masking his fantasy with a blank slate for a face as he turns to look at whoever could need something from him.
“Oh, so yer awake?” Atsumu. Of course. “Still got some energy in me, and I need t’kill a bit of time. Wanna set fer ya fer a bit.”
The grin the faux blonde offers isn’t reciprocated as Sakusa notices front the corner of his eye some of his teammates entering the changeroom. A part of him wants nothing more than to follow them, the clothes clinging to his body from all the sweat making him internally recoil as he wishes for a shower. He also knows this is an opportunity to improve without you there: as much as he enjoys your presence, you become a distraction as a drawback. 
The wing spiker sighs. “Only for a little bit.”
Atsumu beams at his teammate’s (albeit reluctant) acceptance, already jogging to fetch a ball to begin.
Sakusa finds his focus coming back with every spike he lands on the other side of the court, slowly but surely returning to normal. Another way to release some steam; he tries not to cringe at the memory of the other tactic from the night before. 
The attempt fails as soon as you enter the gym with Meian by your side. The two of you are speaking to each other—about what, the ravenette isn’t sure. He doesn’t get a chance to listen in, anyway.
“Nice kill!” Atsumu chirps, gaining the attention of not just his teammate, but his captain and manager as well. With a final nod, you and Meian go your separate ways; him towards the changeroom and you, the other two athletes. 
“Don’t push yourselves too much, guys,” you chuckle. “You already worked hard during practice. Take the time to relax as well.”
Sakusa can barely give you a nod while the setter grins at you. 
“I’m gonna get cleaned up before we head out, ‘kay?” The wing spiker’s head snaps towards his teammate with a raised brow. Neither you nor the faux-blonde acknowledge his confusion. 
You smile. “Take your time. I’ll just put the net and volleyballs away while you’re at it.”
Atsumu nods before slapping Sakusa’s back and jogging to the changeroom. The ravenette can only look down at a stray ball and pick it up. He remembers enjoying the silence between him and whoever he was with. 
“I’ll help,” he mutters, walking away before he can witness your reaction. It’s ridiculous, like some middle school crush: wanting nothing more than to be close to you, but freezing up as soon as it happens. And he can’t avoid you forever–he doesn’t want to–because you eventually meet him at the ball cart, dropping the armful of volleyballs into it. “What was that with Miya earlier?”
His voice finds itself whenever he’d rather it didn’t. He’s curious, sure, but he didn’t need his tone to give away his distaste. He can only hope you dismiss it as Sakusa being Sakusa and nothing more. 
With the small smile you give him, the ravenette is certain he’s safe. “Oh, ‘Tsumu invited me to check out this restaurant that recently opened with him after practice. Heard they made some of my favourites there, and I wanted to try them ASAP.”
Sakusa pretends that you being on a first-name basis with the setter doesn’t bother him. He doesn’t respond to your explanation and remains silent as he brings the net down with your help. The next time he acknowledges you is before he rushes to the changeroom to shower, ignoring Atsumu as they cross paths.
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He’s at the wrong house. 
You’d think one knew the directions to the place they called home, yes? At the very least, have an idea of the area. Yet, it’s only until your driveway makes it to his peripheral vision does the ravenette realize his mistake. And he’s just in time to watch you walk up your porch. 
After another restless night, the wing spiker needed to clear his head. His home brought him no distractions, already too tidy to clean, and his mind continuously drifted away when watching recordings of volleyball matches. With a day to himself, he might as well go around town—there’s a mall not too far from his place, he recalls. It was a better attempt at keeping him occupied, though he couldn’t help it when he passed a perfume shop and wondered what scent was your favourite. Or the neighbouring lingerie store, putting whatever scandalous pieces of lace out on display, giving the athlete’s spiralling mind suggestions on what you would look best in. (White, he concluded before processing.) 
He didn’t want much, nor did he need much. More or less satisfied with his purchases (and dissatisfied with failing distractions), he’s in his car, ready to head back home. 
But he’s not home. Or rather, his house. The latter is a mere building; the former, a sense of comfort. And while there’s guilt bubbling in his chest, witnessing you carry on with your everyday life has him relaxing in his seat.
You were on an errand run, Sakusa observes. Groceries, from what he sees. What would you be making for dinner tonight? He’s too far away to catch what exactly is in your bags. The weather’s fallen to a frigid slumber—stew, perhaps? Or maybe you’ll make some umeboshi—those appeared to be your favourite whenever the team stopped by at Onigiri Miya. He and his teammates have had the opportunity to try some of your cooking firsthand; the ravenette is positive whatever you make will be just as delicious.
Then he remembers yesterday’s interaction, and his grip on the steering wheel tightens. Where did you two go? And when did Atsumu get so comfortable with you to take you out? You seemed content and—
And getting angry during this opportunity won’t do him any good. Surprised, Sakusa manages to calm down a little, opting to distract himself with other scenarios.
What could you two eat together? What would you serve him? He lets his thoughts waltz. The two of you share a meal after a long practice, or maybe you cook together on your day off. He’s seen a few romance movies in his life; he can imagine hugging you from behind as you prepared the food, him nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck as you both talked about whatever was on your mind. The conversation would continue as the two of you ate at the dinner table, his hand itching to find yours across from him. 
And for dessert, he’d have you sitting on the kitchen counter with your legs wide open as he ravaged what’s in between them, your hands clawing at his dark curls as his greed controls his tongue. Or, maybe you’re feeling extra generous and decide to help him relax after a tiring practice, lowering to your knees to take every inch of his—
You’re struggling to open your front door. Too many bags in your hands—the wing spiker has half a mind to get out of the car and help you. As crazy as you drive him, he still has some sense to remind him that whatever excuse he has to be in your neighbourhood won’t be convincing, even from him. And with the evergrowing tightness in his pants, he has another problem he can’t hide. Worse, he doesn’t feel as bad as he used to anymore.
You finally manage to get inside, and the athlete starts the engine to find a secluded area once again.
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Sakusa has to refrain from spiking the ball at the faux-blonde’s face in the following practice. A match among teammates, and noticing the setter’s little pep in his step upon entering the gym that morning had the ravenette glaring hard. A part of him was relieved being on Atsumu’s opposing team, doubting he could work alongside him for the day. 
For now, the wing spiker aims his spikes at the older Miya twin. Anyone could view the action as part of his strategy; aiming for the setter to prevent them from setting is an old trick in the book, but still in the book. 
“Damn it, Omi!” Atsumu exclaims in frustration after not properly receiving Sakusa’s spike. “Quit pickin’ on me! Ma arms are gonna fall off!”
A twinge of satisfaction plucks at the ravenette’s chest from the outcry, though he masks it with a huff before walking back to his position. His eyes automatically make their way to your form on a bench, keeping track of the points while scribbling some notes whenever possible. You don’t catch his gaze, seemingly occupied with whatever’s on your clipboard. The lack of attention makes Sakusa frown, as he had hoped you’d see him on his little winning streak. 
It doesn’t stop him. If anything, it adds fuel to the fire, the flicker of pride from before blooming into something dangerous. 
His plan doesn’t change: Atsumu will remain his target until he decides otherwise. The next time he’s given a chance to spike, his eyes make the mistake of gluing themselves to his victim. Barnes quickly steps in front of the faux-blonde’s spot, flinching from the impact but still blocking the ball perfectly. 
It’s just one point, one that he can easily take back. Still, Sakusa can’t help but aim his glare at the setter on the other side of the net, something that doesn’t go unnoticed. A hand lands on the wing spiker’s shoulder, snapping him out of his spiralling daze. 
“Take a seat, Sakusa.” Meian’s expression appears relaxed, though there’s a rough edge to his tone telling him it’s not a suggestion.
The bench you’re sitting on is opposite his team’s side of the court. Had that not been the case, the ravenette would try to take the opportunity to sit with you, even if words wouldn’t be exchanged. Instead, he settles onto a bench too far from you for his liking. Even if he were to try and take a peek at you, players from the other team block you from his vision, what with their constant moving. 
He’s observing their movements; anyone can assume that. Sakusa can no longer remember the time he’d do something like that unless he was watching videos of matches at home. If he’s not keeping the ball in the air on his side of the court, then he’s scavenging for a chance to even be reminded of your existence: you handing the athletes water and towels, the captain calling your name to gain your attention. Anything will do. So no matter the frustration that comes with the package, he’ll find a way to catch you. 
It isn’t until he watches you rise from the bench does Sakusa realize that practice is done for the day. He didn’t notice his teammates walking away from the court and giving him a clearer view of your frame; he was glad he could see you at all. His posture straightens as he watches you approach Atsumu, and his hands ball into fists when you rest your hand on the faux-blonde’s arm. Whatever you two may be discussing, the ravenette can only assume it has to do with his teammate being on the receiving end of his pent-up aggression. 
Your conversation ends short and sweet, with you walking towards the storage closet. Sakusa’s only half-listening to his captain when he asks if everything is okay with him. Meian is offered an unenthusiastic response of “Everything is fine” before the younger athlete stalks away.
You’re struggling to roll out the ball cart from its spot when the wing spiker enters the storage closet. He doesn’t hesitate to approach you from behind and grip the handle about an inch away from your hold. You gasp, jolting back slightly before turning your head to face the brooding ravenette. 
“You startled me, Sakusa,” you sigh, clutching your chest. “Is there something I can help you with?”
Always so eager to please, aren’t you? The wing spiker has to refrain from smirking at the thought. 
Still, he ignores your question. “The wheels on this cart have been acting up lately.” With newfound confidence, he places his free hand on your shoulder to gently pull you out of the way for him to yank the cart. It jerks out of its place with a loud screech, and you wince. “You just need to give it a tug. Until it’s fixed, anyway.”
Sakusa looks down at the cart upon realizing this is probably the most words he’s spoken to you without having you carry the conversation. 
You grip the handle after a few seconds of silence. Your voice, suddenly meek, shakes as you thank him. He’s blocking your way; nothing you need to point out to him, but your silence says plenty. His feet stay planted on the ground, and your loss of confidence makes his cock stir in his pants. 
“You were pretty tough out there earlier,” you point out. The wing spiker knows you purposefully left out who he was giving a hard time. He also knows, based on your concerned tone, that you’re asking him for an explanation. 
You aren’t offered a response. Sakusa only takes his time turning his head to peer at you, the darkness of the storage closet and the way his black curls frame his stoic face giving him an intimidating aura. But what has you subconsciously shrinking into your corner are the onyx caskets for irises boring into your frame, beckoning you to crawl into the empty pools of demise. 
“I have to be if I want to win,” is his response before finally leaving you be, exiting the changeroom with the same intensity you witnessed mere seconds ago.
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He’s back: closer. 
Parking his car nearby doesn’t cut it for him anymore. Sakusa doesn’t think it ever did. With the amount of patience lost for every practice with his team, the initial distance was just a formality. 
Now, his car hides nearby as he approaches your home, giving a quick yet thorough peek over his shoulder to make sure he’s in the clear.
It took him the third visit to learn where you hid your spare key, having seen you take it out from under the cushion of a little bench on your porch. And luckily for him, it hasn’t left its spot. 
Even with his morals flying out the window, the wing spiker neatly places his coat, scarf and boots aside after removing them, then ponders over his leather gloves until ultimately deciding to keep them on. He eyes the spare slippers by the entrance before concluding they won’t be necessary (for this visit, anyway).
Based on the house’s layout, it shouldn’t take long for Sakusa to find your bedroom. But it’s not going anywhere, and neither are you. Why not get to know you via your home?
It’s a small house: one story and cozy. The ravenette wonders how you afforded it, even with your salary. With how minimal the style appears, he can only assume most of your income went into the building itself. Would it be too much for him to buy you things for the interior? As a gift, perhaps when the occasion calls for it. 
Then again, is he really in any position to ask himself about doing too much? He almost chuckles at the thought. 
A quick yet thorough tour of your home gives him a more detailed layout, though he’d love to stay longer had he had the time. Or better yet, your company. As satisfied as he was to find your living room and kitchen tidy–and by his standards no less–he’s not done getting to know you. 
People don’t really need an exploration of the bathroom. It’s as clean as any other room, though it’s a cast-aside note when his eyes land on your laundry basket. Half full, too. Squatting closer to the dirty pile, a subtle yet musky scent hits his nose. Sakusa almost groans, cock stirring in his slacks; for such a clean freak, he’s never been more excited.
His eyes scan the basket’s contents, eventually landing on flimsy lace. Part of him wishes he wasn’t sporting gloves for the occasion, but he doesn’t let that stop him as he picks up the article of clothing. Underwear, of course it is, and a flattering magenta nonetheless. You wear this to practice? Or are there other times you put it on? Do you have a matching bra? The wing spiker can’t find anything in the basket, though he’s sure–no, he knows–you’d wear it like it was made for you. 
Are you wearing something similar right now?
The ravenette stands from his position, pocketing the lacy undergarment before exiting the bathroom. Consider it a welcoming gift. 
Again, it doesn’t take long for him to find your room. Being in such an intimate location is a different experience compared to looking in as an outsider. Everything is you: the way you organized your shelves and vanity, the colour palette—your scent is more prominent here. Sakusa doesn’t catch his eyes fluttering shut until he distinctly hears shifting. 
To his right, you lay on your mattress, your sheets messily hanging off parts of your body. You’re barely a silhouette in his eyes; the moonlight stalking past the crack between your curtains is the only thing helping the ravenette navigate your room. Parts of the glow highlight a bit of your face, though a shimmer from the light’s reflection teases his peripheral vision. 
You have a bookcase headboard, and on it lays a necklace in its case. Nothing fancy; a golden heart hanging off a thin chain. It’s more the note next to its box that catches the ravenette’s eye:
Thought this would look good on you ;) Hope you like it!
— Tsumu (your favourite setter <3)
If it weren’t for the fact that you’d notice, Sakusa would crumble that note and follow up with the faux-blonde’s neck. When did you get this? He surely would’ve noticed if you received it during practice. 
There’s a good chance the setter gave it to you before or afterwards. The wing spiker’s aware that the two of you spent time together outside of training, though for it to happen enough times that Atsumu found it appropriate to give you a gift as intimate as a heart-shaped necklace has the ravenette glaring at the piece of jewellery. (As open as his teammate may be, Sakusa doubts he’d buy something like that for someone after a single meet-up.)
He hears a sigh: yours. Your body shifts in its spot again, opting to lay on your back. The wing spiker freezes for the slowest seconds his alarmed brain can count, only to relax once you stay in your new spot.
They say an average of eight spiders crawl into your mouth yearly while you sleep. A myth, of course, but maybe that’s what we tell ourselves to ease the paranoia. Maybe, that’s what he is, Sakusa thinks; a spider. Soundless, observant—he’s certainly made himself at home. 
Maybe not, he reconsiders. Most people would carefully trap the eight-legged creature before bringing it outside. Or kill it; no mercy necessary. You have yet to do either. 
Then again, you aren’t like most people. Not in his eyes, anyway. No, his eyes entertain themselves with your every move, and no matter how deep those holes in the side of your head are, you don’t catch his stare. Whatever he may be, he’s always the perfect distance to observe you.
Sakusa’s brain buzzes mindlessly as his hands draw closer to your form, long fingers pinching the hem of your pyjama shirt before lifting the material. No bra: not a surprising observation, what with your nipples poking at the fabric from the cold. Even with how dark it is, the ravenette salivates from the sight, his cock stirring in his pants. He’s grateful for the lack of witnesses, though it’s still embarrassing to be as affected as he is. You’re not even fully nude. Yet.
He waits for a reaction. Other than you moving in your sleep, the wing spiker receives nothing. He exhales through his nose, never thinking that gaining the knowledge about you being a heavy sleeper early on would be an advantage for him. His fingers twitch before slowly landing on your stomach. Again, no reaction; he then lays his palms to join the digits. With a deep and shaky breath, the ravenette glides his hands up your torso until they reach your breasts. 
They feel perfect in his grasp, even with the thick layer of the leather gloves creating that barrier. Your face scrunches when he gives your mounds a light squeeze, though you remain asleep. As deep of a sleeper as you may be, one wrong move could ruin everything. Sakusa gulps, dragging his middle finger to flick at your nipple. A shaky breath from you is enough for him to shift into a more comfortable position on your bed before he continues his ministrations more confidently. 
He’s careful, he assures; eyes flickering from your chest to your face, reading your expressions to discover what you like and making sure you don’t wake up. All the while, the athlete tries to ignore the tightness of his pants, although watching you squirm beneath him because of his touch makes that a challenge. 
“Hnngh….”
It was barely audible, but enough to make the athlete stop everything. You’re still asleep, of course—he’s almost impressed, a bit jealous, even. Countless nights of insomnia on his side because of his fantasies playing on a loop, but yours give you a good night’s rest.
Regardless, the wing spiker gears to earn another reaction like that. Dipping his toes further into the water, he gets a little rougher, tweaking the sensitive buds between his covered fingers. Your back arches in his hold; more than enough confirmation for him. 
Shifting his position once more, Sakusa wraps his lips around one of your nipples, dragging his tongue against it while groping the other breast. You whimper when he begins sucking: a shallow sound, but it travels down to his crotch. He already has to deal with the embarrassment of finishing early because of you; if he cums in his pants without any stimulation, you’ll surely be the death of him.
He can’t rely on you being a deep sleeper forever: the wing spiker must work quickly. Pulling away from your chest, Sakusa brings his attention to the lower half of your body. His hands glide down to your hips, hooking his index fingers past the elastic waistband. He wonders whether he should take his time removing the article of clothing or pull them down in one motion. You help him make a quick decision when your leg accidentally brushes against his hard-on. And while he refrains from letting out a groan, his hands make fast work of harshly tugging your pants to your knees. 
Silence: not a sound from you, not a breath from him. Your thighs clench momentarily out of reflex once the cool air hits the exposed skin. Not fast enough—Sakusa managed to catch a peek at your drooling cunt. And it isn’t until you finally relax again does he exhale with a light shiver from the sight. 
Now, with a clear view, the athlete reaches for his opportunity by swiping some of your essence and bringing that same finger to your clit. Your hips buck into his touch as he rubs slow but tight circles on the pearl, making his brows furrow in concentration and chest swell with pride. It isn’t long until he adds to his pace and slides a finger from his other hand into your sopping hole. Your thighs clench on impulse, a mewl leaving your throat as the air remains stuck in his. His movements are forced to a halt due to your hold, and it takes several seconds for you to settle. Do you enjoy the sturdy material of leather rubbing against your insides? Maybe you’re unaware of the answer, but God, wouldn’t the ravenette love to know.
Dipping his toes in the water is long out of the discussion; if anything, he’s in too deep, the water rising every second he proceeds. He might as well follow the rest of him down, no? Take that final gulp of air before dipping his head in and letting that frozen abyss swallow him.
Sakusa experimentally wiggles his finger inside you and, after gaining no reaction, slides in another. With how wet you already were, it doesn’t take much effort on his part. You gasp, but your eyes stay closed. Even with his morality slipping away each day he sees you, the wing spiker still finds himself surprised (and grateful) that you can sleep through his actions. He wonders how far he can go. 
The longer and deeper he pumps his digits inside you, the more reactions he earns from you. The squelching noises between your legs also become louder, especially with the leather material of his gloves. He’s no longer worried, just curious about what sounds and expressions he can pull out of you. 
A particular response tells him he’s found your sweet spot. With a drawn-out yet breathless wail, you lift your hips off the mattress once the ravenette prods at a certain part inside you. 
Where there is darkness, there is also light, and that’s exactly what could be said to describe the glimmer in his eyes upon discovering this hidden gem of information. He continues his ministrations, watching in fascination and lust as you grind into his touch. 
Meanwhile, his cock is begging to be released from its restraints, throbbing due to the display. Sakusa was hoping to hold out for a bit longer, mapping out your body in ways he hopes no one else has, but along with any logic and morality, his patience flies out the window. 
You whimper when the athlete slides his fingers out; he almost wants to coo, assure you that he’ll make you feel all better. He can’t, of course, so he opts to taste you, lick his digits clean of your slick. He’s certain he almost cums on the spot, your sweetness consuming his tastebuds (as well as a hint of bitter leather) and leaving its mark in his memories. The wing spiker’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he tries to refrain from groaning. 
When his gaze returns to your form, he’s swift with your pants, further sliding them down before doing the same to himself. Having his cock out of its confinements already does plenty for him, but not enough. Sakusa recalls how your cunt squeezed his fingers, practically sucking them in. You were warm, dripping, even with his gloves in the way. And with how eager he is to have you make a mess on his dick, he knows he’s no longer the same person he was before meeting you.
The athlete taps the tip of his cock against your clit a few times, just to watch you squirm, before sliding into your entrance. Only a few inches in, and he already has to dig his teeth into his bottom lip. None of this was a part of his plan—he’s not even sure he had one in the first place; he just needed to see you, feel your presence in some way, shape or form. And the latter is more than he could ever ask for, your insides hugging him just as tight as they did his fingers. The lack of a barrier is the icing on the cake. 
He’s bottomed out before he knows it, and Sakusa doesn’t know where to look: your face contorting from being filled to the brim or your cunt stretching open to accommodate his size. Either one intensifies the swirling of his lower stomach. All he can do for now is play with your clit until you appear to feel better. (And if that means you clench harder around him, then so be it. He’s come this far as is.)
After a few minutes, the wing spiker reels his hips back with a deep breath. His thrusts are gentle, as much of a challenge as it may be to hold back. He bites his bottom lip as he feels you hug every inch of his cock, threatening to milk him for all he’s worth when he’s barely begun. You’re so much better than his hand; no fantasy can compare. 
A few strokes in, and Sakusa’s restraint is thinning. Every time, he thrusts in a bit deeper, a bit faster, a bit harder. You’re quietly moaning between pants, your face twisting from a pained expression to one much lewder. Pretty lips parted with brows both furrowed and raised, you have the ravenette throwing his head back with a silent groan. 
Unfortunately for him, that’s when he catches sight of that damn necklace again. His grip on the sheets next to your head tightens, his thrusts sloppy as his mind races. What made Atsumu think he had the right? Does he think a necklace is all it’ll take to get you? Sakusa drops his head to glare daggers as you continue to mewl and whimper. What do you think is happening right now? Who are you thinking about right now? 
His mind keeps reeling, and the wing spiker fails to notice how he’s taking out his aggression in his thrusts.
Your whimpers grow to pathetic cries, tears forming in the corners of your eyes, and his hold on your sheets move to your wrists on instinct. With the mental spiral and physical force, the ravenette fails to notice your eyes shoot open.
Then, you gasp. “Sakusa!”
He hears the fear in your voice, no doubt. Yet, in a situation like this, with you beneath him, tears streaming down your cheeks as your sobbing and panting mix together, he can’t help but create a more beautiful scenario. You’re begging for him, his cock, needing him to fuck you stupid and fill you up to the brim, the pleasure so overwhelming that your nails are digging into his back, only his shirt shielding his skin from the potential marks. 
The athlete doesn’t think; he slams his lips against yours, his tongue quick to explore your mouth as his release hangs on to the edge. And when your pussy flutters around his dick, creams around it, it’s the push he needs. Hot spurts of cum paint your insides white as Sakusa kisses you harder, his hips stilling. Even as he groans against your mouth, he can hear your choked moans, and he never wants any of this to end. 
But that’s not how it works. Eventually, you both come down from your highs, his cock going soft and out of cum to give you. The wing spiker doesn’t pull out, but it doesn’t stop the white liquid from trying to seep out. It makes him shiver, slowly ending your kiss for you both to catch some air. The string of saliva connected to your lips that follows him as he sits up distracts him; something else to bind you two together. It’s messy, so so so messy. 
He loves it. 
You’re both breathing hard for the next several seconds, your terrified expression not faltering as your body trembles lightly. 
“Wha—How?” you gasp, sob, you’re not sure, and neither is he. He’s only half-listening, still floating on that release and too far away. “Sakusa, how did you get in?”
There they are again: those eyes. Empty pools, yet always full of judgement. Like you’re the crazy one. Tracing the river streams down your face and clumps of shields for lashes, they seemingly do more talking than his mouth. 
Then, Sakusa reaches a hand out to cup your cheek. You flinch, but it doesn’t stop him from wiping a stray tear. Even with your helpless sounds quieting down, the silence isn’t any less deafening. And when his voice, smooth and deep and a little too nonchalant, invades the room, you shiver.
“I was always here.”
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heyyy, I hope you’ve had a nice day I was wondering if I could request ushijima, bokuto and sakusa with a fem tease sitting on their lap for a bumpy car ride and they get ‘excited’ down there 😏 it’s okay if you don’t feel comfortable with writing this! <33
Don't worry lovie I'll do my best to delivery!! Hopefully you enjoy it! Sorry if this took a decade, I ran into some writer blockages along the way heh! 😫
Bumpy Car Rides
Summary: How would the Haikyuu boys react to their dear lover sitting on their whilst on this bumpy ride?
Warnings: Characters are aged up, dirty talk, mentions of sex, teasing. Not Proof read!!! New writer!!
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It had been almost a decade since you and Ushijima had a fun day out. It was always him having to leave early in the mornings and coming home after you finished dinner. But this time you ahd somethign fun planned. It was autum and it had almost seemed like fate, a hay bale ride!
You smile hugging onto your muscular boyfriend's arm in pure joy. He sat down beside you far in the back of the cart. The guide moved and paid their attention to the younger children in the back, but you had other plans. Why bring your perfect boyfriend to this boring childish ride, maybe it was time to spicy it up a bit!
The hay bale ride was a hour and a half long. So you had loads of time to make this more fun for both you and your lover. You leaned closer to Ushijima's ear and whispered softly, practically breathing on him.
"Ushiii.. My seat is so rough, can I sit on your lap? Pleaaase.."
His eyes widened as he looks at you in utter confusion, were you really asking to sit on his lap?
"Wha-" You interrupted him by lifting your body up, just high enough to snuggle your bum comfortably on his thighs. His face was merely inches away from you, this cart was filled with children, adults, and old people.
You placed a small peck on the bridge of his nose, giving him a sweet and innocent smile.
"Y/n-" You cut him off again.
"Look babe, seems like it's about to get bumpy.." You wiggle in your seat atop of him, causing some friction underneath you. He raised his hand to cover his face, he lowly groans and sighs.
"Babe, I don't think this is the right time for-"
The cart bumps and you rub against him adjusting yourself again. It wasn't long till you felt something poking and prodding at your butt. A sly smirk plastered your face as you kept calm, continuing you effortless tortures. He places his hands on your waist tightening his grip.
If this wasn't bad enough for him, you managed to lean back and rub yourself against whilst letting out a small lewd noise for only him to hear.
Long story short, your little shenanigans put you in a bad position when you both arrived home.
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The bus was full and compacted. And well, there was only one free seat near the back. You grasped your boyfriends arm and pulled him through the crowds on people. Bokuto sat down and you wiggled yourself into his lap.
"Uh, b-baby owl!" He exclaimed a bit embarrassed at your small yet impactful movements.
You turned back to place a sweet kiss on his lips, licking his bottom lip before leaving the kiss. His face was flushed a bright red as he gripped the seat's edge in frustration.
Fortunately for you the bus ride has seemed to hit a few bumps along the way. This caused you body to fly and then hit back down on his little friend. Bokuto gritted his teeth holding back a groan every time you landed back down effortlessly perfectly square on his sweet spot.
You looked back at him and raised a brow. "What's wrong baby?" You tease asking so innocently. He had a mind to rip you to shreds when he got home, because his little friend decided to wake up and greet you.
"Baby owl, I'm not sure you want to play this game your trying..." He groans lowly in your ear. And well, I guess it turned you on a bit.
"What ever do you mean my love?"
"I'm not sure why your acting so innocent babe, you know damn well what your doing... And you'll regret it when we get home.."
You ignore his mindless and ballsy threats and notice that you have seemed to hit a mine bomb. "What a nice surprise.." You whispered feeling his member poking at you.
He huffed as the bus stopped and grabbed your hand taking you off the bus as fast as you could. And according to his promise, he sure did rip you apart the second the front door was closed.
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Sakusa wasn't one to go on public transports all the time, but this was the same cute trolley you would see everyday. After thousands of 'pleaase Omi' s and 'I'll literally die if I don't get to go on' , he finally gave in. You led him through the bundles of screaming children and messy toddlers to the back of the ride. There were two seats you you sat on the inside.
The trolley continued on its course and you were sure to watch the guide and make sure she wasn't looking at your boyfriend. You caught her catching another glance at him and you frown.
You lean over to Sakusa and whisper in his ear. "Omi, my seat is so dirty and close that nasty toddler in front of me.. Can I sit on your lap pretty please?" You whispered in the soft and sincere tone that he loved.
He shakes his head but you completely ignore it in jealousy. You slip yourself onto his comfortable lap and grab the hand that were near his side and wrap them around your waist. He stifles his breath and looks at you a shocked reaction. He was lucky that he had his mask on at all times because your boisterous action were sure to make his cheeks as red as tomatoes.
The trolley trudges onwards and hits a few bumps on the way. Between bumps you rub yourself gently across his groin, he lets out a breathy groan and bites his lip in frustration.
The guide glances at you wild actions whilst sitting on Sakusa's lap. She turns away now feeling silly that she was even thinking about making a move on him.
Meanwhile you kept doing your silly little antics causing your boyfriend unbearable pain. It wasn't long until you felt his anticipation peak. You leaned you back against his chiseled chest.
"Awh, are you excited for the next bump omi babe?" You whispered smiling in your words.
"Oh, you really want to play this dirty game again hm?" He quietly snaps back at you.
"Feisty huh?" You rub yourself against him again. He hisses and catches his breath, not able to say another word.
Long story short he had you in the shower bend over and screaming his name. He managed to wash away your dirty actions and reprimand you for acting like a jealous and territorial brat.
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Catching them masturbating - Haikyu Part 2
NSFW / Minors don't interact / 18+
Pairing: Female reader x timeskip Sakusa / Atsumu
Sequel to this series :)
Warnings: male masturbation, fantasies about sex, cumming in pants, infidelity/reader cheating in Atsumu's part (I'm sorry Kita), fingering, penetrative sex
Notes: I was kind of in a writing slump and didn't have a lot of time to write but I’m back with this! Hope you all enjoy and let me know what you think! Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated :)
Kiyoomi Sakusa
Generally, Sakusa hates it when people show up unannounced. He has his routine, his special way of doing things, uninterrupted and at his own pace.
But now he’s disrupted. And this is in such a vulnerable state, at an extremely inconvenient time of the day.
He just came home, he had a nice dinner and was relaxing on the couch. And like so often his mind wandered to you - his beautiful neighbor. 
A lot of times, merely innocent thoughts about you ended up with his hand wrapped around his flushed dick. Just like now. His hand hurriedly pumps into his flushed tip, his breathing erratic as he imagines it’s your pussy that is wrapped so tightly around him instead. A groan rips past his heaving chest, as he watches a bead of pre-cum spilling down his length.
And then the bell rang.
Sakusa doesn’t get up. He simply stops his movement and hopes that the intruder will just disappear - but he hopes in vain. 
The sound of the bell rings through his apartment again. He holds his breath; his dick twitching in his hand; hoping for a release. 
He thinks himself safe when it’s quiet for a minute and he’s about to resume his movement. And then the shrill sound rings through his apartment again. 
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. Reluctantly he lets go of himself before he pulls his pants up. 
He’s still hazy from his pleasure, so he doesn’t even think about his appearance, only hoping to get this over quickly. 
He flings the door open and nearly chokes on air when he lays his eyes on you. You’re right in front of him, looking even more beautiful than in his fantasies.
Maybe Sakusa should’ve glanced into the mirror before opening the door. Then he wouldn’t have to wonder why your eyes widen, before feverishly raking over his body. 
He becomes painfully aware of his appearance now.
You swallow hard, noticing his disheveled hair, his naked and flushed chest heaving with his heavy breathing. Quickly, you avert your gaze to the floor, trying not to think of what he could’ve been doing just now. Just working out, you try to convince yourself. 
You raise your eyes to his again. They are so dark, peering at you with such an intensity that you’d rather just look away again. You try your best not to get lost in them.
“Hey, uhm sorry for disrupting. You’re Sakusa, right? I’m your neighbor and…,” you mumble sheepishly, trying your best not to let your gaze flicker back down to his chest. 
His eyes grow wider. “Hold on. I’ll just quickly put on something. Come in if you want,” he mutters, before quickly turning around.
Well, you wouldn’t mind if he kept his shirt off, you muse as you study his impressive back as you follow behind him into his apartment. He dips into one of the rooms and comes back a few seconds later with a shirt on. 
You look around his place, noticing how clean and tidy it is. That doesn’t match your neighbor's disheveled appearance you’ve just witnessed. You put the package down on his table, pointing towards it.
“This was wrongfully given to me,” you explain, smiling at him sweetly. 
Sakusa’s eyes flicker to the package before they fix on you again. “Thanks,” he mutters.
“Sorry, if I was … uhm were I interrupting something?” you question, the curiosity getting the best of you. 
His dark eyes grow a little wider at your question. You have seen him around countless times, but this facial expression is new to you. You must be onto him.
He massages the back of his neck, averting your gaze. He doesn’t even try to hide the strong blush that sprawls across his cheeks. 
You let your gaze travel lower and then you see it. Earlier you were too caught up with ogling his bare chest but now you see it - the bulge in his pants. It’s … huge. Hmmm, that’s a far more interesting package…
You let your gaze drag up his body again. In embarrassment, you notice that he has caught you staring. You gnaw on your bottom lip as you observe the blush on his cheeks deepen. He just looks right back at you, his face visibly flustered but his eyes are hard.
Sakusa doesn’t know what to do. He just looks at you, not sure if you know what he has been doing. But even if - what difference would this make?
“Were you jerking off?” You ask, the corner of your lips slightly curling upwards. You look a little bit surprised yourself that the question escaped your lips so easily. 
He huffs, rolling his eyes at you. So, you know he did. He just looks at you in silence. You crumble under his stare. 
“Sorry, I’m leaving,” you hurriedly mumble, heading towards the door. 
Sakusa catches up with you in a few seconds. It’s like his body reacted on its own. His hand encircles your wrist, holding you back.
“Don’t go.” His words are barely above a whisper.
He observes you as you swallow hard before you lock eyes with him. You glance at each other before he continues. 
“Why were you asking me this?” The question drops from his lips hurriedly. He needs to know.
“I- I don’t know. I thought that maybe…” you trail off, not daring to articulate what exactly you wanted.
“You wanna help me?” This time it’s Sakusa that is surprised by his own words.
He observes you as you open your mouth a few times before a quiet, dumbfounded “What?” Fills up his silent apartment.
He quickly lets go of your wrist and steps away. “Sorry, I must’ve…”
“No, I mean…,” you fall into his sentence. You gulp, finding the courage to look into his black eyes again. The longing you find in them nearly makes your heart melt.
A low yes drops from your lips without a second thought. Sakusa observes you, swallowing against the dryness of his mouth. His heart still beats violently in his chest, the possibility of his fantasies realizing so soon nearly making him dizzy. 
You step closer and he takes ahold of your wrist again, dragging you towards his couch. He feels helpless after that. He places himself down on the soft cushion avoiding looking anywhere near you. You take over the initiative. 
A strangled sound escapes his chest as you move onto his lap, straddling him. His eyes grow wide, doubtfully fixing on your face. Fuck, you’re even more beautiful from up this close.
“You okay?” You mumble, biting back a smile.
“You’re making me nervous,” he admits sheepishly.
If his pathetic words have this effect, Sakusa considers being pathetic more often. You smile, so brightly, that he has no other choice than to return it. He takes you in, letting his eyes drag over your features. You’re still so unfamiliar, so new. 
The longing to have you like this; to get to know how you taste, how your hands will press against his skin, how you’ll sound makes his whole body burn. And now he has you right here on his lap, curios eyes filled with apprehension.
“Let me help you,” you breathe, dipping your head low. Your lips are so soft, molding right against his. His hands instinctively hold onto you, fingertips gently pressing into your waist. 
He feels encompassed by your warmth, your scent, by your taste. Your tongue messily drags against his bottom lip, coaxing his mouth open. His skin burns under your hands that wander searchingly along his neck before burying in his curls. 
You slightly tug at his hair, eliciting him a small gasp. You explore each other's mouths, tongues moving messily against each other, breathing getting heavier and heavier. You don’t know how long you two kiss each other like this.
Sakusa’s hand moves over your body, gripping and catching every bend hurriedly and shamelessly now. He swallows your soft pants, every one of your noises making blood rush down his body.
You shortly pull away, catching your breath. A string of spit between your lips breaks, just before Sakusa leans forward again, crashing his mouth against yours once more. He’s more hungry now, the kiss more desperate. 
And then you move. The movement is impalpable at first, the gentle grinding of your hips. Yet, Sakusa feels it with an intensity that makes his mind dizzy. His cock is already so sensitive from the stimulation earlier. And every roll of your hips against him has the knot in his belly tighten.
He pulls away, slowly prying his eyes open. He gazes up at you through his half-lidded eyes, enthralled by the sight of you. 
You stare right back at him; at his puffy, half-bruised face. You increase the movement of your hips. Feathery, open-mouthed kisses land on his neck. Sakusa gasps, his grip tightening around you, helping in guiding you on his length. The heat of his hardened dick seeps through the layers of skin separating you two. 
You slightly suck on the sensitive skin of his throat, eliciting him a low groan. Sakusa feels so hot, his skin burning where you touched him, his dick throbbing so painfully against your clothed core. You pull away, watching him as he loses himself. 
“Do you like that?” You mumble, watching as he peels open his eyes languidly.
“Don’t stop” he rasps, craving the friction.
You resume your movement, rocking yourself over him again. His gaze is almost delirious, his dark eyes hazed over with lust as he studies your face. His breathing is erratic as his hips involuntarily buck up into you. 
“I wanna fuck you so bad,” you breathe wistfully.
Sakusa breathes out a shaky moan, at the lewdness of your words and the yearning apparent in your eyes. A choked groan rips past his chest, his hips pressing up into you as he tips over the edge.
He’s just as surprised as you as he cums in his pants. You feel it through your clothes; the painful throbbing of his dick as his eyes widen.
“Fuck,” he groans, his face flushed red, a slight furrow of his brows, as his fingertips dig into your flesh. This is a first for Sakusa. 
“I’m- fuck - sorry,” he stammers, his voice hoarse. His face burns in embarrassment.
There is it again - that smile of yours. 
“Don’t worry,” you reassure him, gently swatting a strand of his curls away from his glistening forehead. 
A soft chuckle falls from your lips, as you teasingly grind yourself against him. Sakusa groans, his dick twitching weakly. 
“I think I’m gonna tell the postman to drop your packages over at mine more often.”
Atsumu Miya
Atsumu seizes his chance. Finally, he’s alone. You and Kita have gone out onto the rice fields, allowing him the chance to finally release the tension that has been building up inside him for the last few days. At last, he can get a release - as loudly as he wants. 
He’s in the bathroom, one hand holding onto the sink, the other wrapped tightly around his flushed dick. He watches his hand dragging along his length, only thinking about you - his friend’s girlfriend. 
His heavy pants fill up the tiny room as he thinks about you, about your beautiful body, your face, your voice, picturing you in varying, sinful positions. He knows he shouldn’t. But he does so anyway.  
He’s so wrapped up in his fantasies that he initially doesn’t hear the door opening. Atsumu didn’t lock the bathroom door, why would he? You two were going to be on the rice fields for a while. And quite frankly; the possibility of you finding him like this only fueled his dirty mind. 
But now that you stand in the doorframe, eyes wide and mouth agape he has to admit that maybe this wasn’t the smartest move.
“What are- Why didn’t you close the door?” He hears your stunned voice.
Atsumu flinches, your name dropping from his lips in surprise. He stares at you blankly for a few seconds, registering your visibly flustered face. His mouth closes and opens a few times before he even thinks about letting go of himself. 
“I- I’m sorry,” he mutters. He swallows hard, quickly tugging his hard dick back into the confinement of his boxers. His face flushes hot as he observes your gaze trailing along his bare abdomen. His wide chest is heaving with his labored breath, flushed red with desire. 
“You can’t behave for a few days?” You scold him, though your voice is weak.
Atsumu gulps, avoiding your intense stare. “Not when you’re around,” he admits meekly.
A long sigh drops from your lips, causing his eyes to flicker back to you. He takes in your flustered face, the light furrow of your brows, and the way you bite down on your bottom lip. His hand rakes through his disheveled hair.
“Atsumu,” you hesitate. “I’m Kita’s girlfriend,” you assert, your eyes jumping over his face searchingly. 
“I know,” he murmurs, with a sad smile. Of course, he knows. 
“You shouldn’t think about me this way,” you continue, the furrow of your brows deepening.
He shrugs, scoffing. “Don’t you think I know that?”
“I suppose,” you reply, surprised but also afraid that he doesn’t deny his feelings for you. 
A long sigh drops from his lips before he moves closer to you. His gaze softens, his eyes ruefully trailing along your features. “I’m sorry. Do you forgive me?” His voice is hoarse, his warm breath fanning across your cheek. 
You look up at him, his vulnerable expression makes your heart twist. He’s so close, you can see a handful of freckles on his cheeks. You nod, your eyes darting to his lips.
“I didn’t intend for this to happen,” he mutters gently.
“I know,” you whisper, hypnotized by his words, by his deep voice.
“I can’t get you out of my mind, no matter how hard I try,” he continues, his voice almost breaking.
You swallow hard, your eyes flickering back to his eyes. 
The look in his half-lidded eyes makes your heart race in your chest. You unconsciously draw closer to him, basking in the heat his body radiates. 
Atsumu carefully stretches out his hand, softly cradling your cheek in his hand. You don’t resist his touch, causing his heart to flutter hopefully in his chest.
He dips low, tenderly pressing his lips onto yours. His other hand finds purchase on your hip, fingertips gently digging into your flesh as if he’s afraid you will evaporate. 
You pull away first. Your innocent eyes lock with his. 
“We can’t do this,” you mutter, your hot breath fanning over his lips. 
“I know. Just once more, one more kiss,” he almost pleads, his voice hoarse. 
“We can’t,” you repeat, although you lean further toward him.
Your lips connect once more. His eager tongue drags along your bottom lip and you comply, granting him entrance. He tastes you, dragging every breath from your lungs until you pull away again. Atsumu observes you as you open your eyes languidly.
“We shouldn’t,” you try again, though your voice is weak and your eyes involuntarily dart back to his kiss-bruised mouth. 
“Right. I know. I know,” he agrees, although he pulls you closer.
You’re pressed flush against his chest and he kisses you again. His hands greedily smooth over your body, not leaving a part of you untouched. He kisses you again and again. No matter how many times you pull away, your heart pulls you towards him in spite of its wrongfulness. 
You melt in his grasp, lust cursing through your body, smothering any warning thought in your brain. He pulls away, a string of spit breaking between your lips. He presses feathery kisses onto your neck, moving lower and lower. 
“Atsumu,” you rasp, tenderly, it seemed almost painfully.
“Just this once,” he begs.
You whimper quietly, your skin burning where he touched you. The more you allow him, the greedier he gets. You let him kiss you and you let him peel your clothes off of you. Layer after layer falls onto the bathroom floor until you’re completely bare. 
His hands smooth over your breasts, down to your ass. He’s shameless, his hands hurriedly grabbing onto you. Appreciating touches leave your skin burning. His smoldering eyes trail over your body as he tries to comprehend that this is really happening.
His hand finds its way between your legs, feeling the wetness transpire onto his fingertips. You gasp, as he circles your clit softly before he briefly dips his finger inside of you. He shallowly starts to thrust his fingers, while his thumb rubs over your puffy clit. 
Desperately he ignores the throbbing of his cock, watching your every expression as he pleases you. The squelching sound of your dripping pussy fills up the bathroom. Each of your breathless pants, moans, and whimpers makes his blood run hot, rushing down his body.
His slippery fingers thrust into you until he has your pussy fluttering. He watches you cum on his hands, feeling the way you spasm around his fingers and watching your eyes roll to the back of your head. He loves to watch you fall apart, solely because of him.
Atsumu lets go of you then, watching you come down from your high. He swallows before a shaky sigh leaves his lips. His eyes jump all over your face, taking you in. 
He looks at you wanting more, noticing the apprehension in your eyes. You move, softly grabbing his cock that strains against his boxers.
Your name falls from his lips, drawn out into a sigh. You tug down his boxers, languidly encircling his girth before you move your hand up and down his length.
“This is wrong,” you whisper weakly.
“Just this once,” Atsumu sighs, watching the movement of your hand. His cock looks so big with your delicate hand wrapped around it.
You swallow hard before you nod. “Just a little bit, just the tip,” you breathe.
He lifts you with ease, partly sitting you on the sink. His lips are on yours again, the kiss is hungry and sloppy. He quickly aligns himself to your anticipating hole, slowly sinking his flushed tip into you. 
You gasp desperately, your chest burning with the desire to have more of him. 
“Deeper,” you beg, a low whine ripping past your parted lips.
Atsumu complies eagerly, pushing further inside of you. He swallows your moan as he bottoms out.
And then he moves, dragging his cock nearly out of you just to go deeper. He fucks you slow and thoroughly, as you pant into each other’s mouths. Your legs are wrapped around his waist tightly, as you both lose yourself in the pleasure. His eyes are fixed on you, watching you as you lose yourself around his cock. 
With every thrust, his pace increases until he’s pounding into you relentlessly. You moan and whimper, as your nails rake down his back. The slapping of skin reverberates through the tiny bathroom, mixing in with the squelching sound of your messy pussy. 
His large frame encompasses you fully, his face buried in the crook of your neck. His hot breath fans over your delicate skin, praising you, praising how good you are to him. His hands hold onto you dearly, as his rhythm grows more frantic. 
Atsumu would love to sink into you like this again and again, but he already feels his orgasm nearing. His tip is so sensitive from the previous stimulation and you’re just so soft, encompassing him heavenly. 
He yearns to have you cumming around him, so his hand sneaks down your body. His finger draws tight circles around your puffy clit, while his large cock splits you open.
He watches your tits bouncing with each of his sharp thrusts before he gazes into your face. You look so beautiful; your eyes daring to close, your swollen lips parted, releasing sweet sounds. 
You whimper, the way Atsumu’s finger rubs over your aching clit has you seeing stars, the pleasure nearly too much. 
“I know, baby, I know,” he mumbles, feeling your pussy spasming around his weeping dick. 
“Let it go for me, make a mess for me,” he pleads, his voice delirious with need. And you do. Oh, you do. 
Your pussy clamps down on him. His name, drawn out in a whine, falls right on his ears, as you cum on his dick.
He curses under his breath, his hips stuttering forward once more before he tips over the edge as well. He lets your pussy milk him dry, sending ropes of his hot cum up inside you. You feel his cock throbbing, as he shallowly thrust in and out of you, making a mess of your slick and his cum running down your thighs. 
His figure slumps against yours, his chest heaving with labored breath. He basks in the feeling of having you wrapped so tightly around him before he reluctantly slips out of you.
His hooded eyes are fixed on yours, taking in your lust-drunk expression. Atsumu commits the image to his memory, not knowing if he’ll ever see you like this again. 
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Kinktober Day 9 <3
Sakusa x begging
Warnings: NSFW, fem reader
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Kinktober Masterlist II -> Next day
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"What was that? I couldn't hear you there."
He doesn't sound the slightest bit sincere with his hand around your throat, effectively hindering you from speaking any coherent words. There is a dangerous glint in his eyes while he lets his gaze roam over your body, taking in all the marks he has left on your collarbones and cleavage so far.
Blood rushes to your head when he releases his grip on your neck, and you gasp and cough before you take a deep breath and fill your lungs. "Kiyoomi- please- I said please," you still feel lightheaded, your desperation clearly evident in your face.
"Just 'Kiyoomi, please'? That's not enough," he mocks your breathless whimper and suddenly grabs your hips and brings you on top of him, effectively making you straddle his lap. You bring your hands to his shoulders and cling to him, the white number 15 feeling soft under your fingers when you roam one hand down to his chest. His heart beats steady and calm under your fingers, just the slightest bit faster than usual, betraying his calm demeanor.
"C'mon, you wanted me to fuck you, now show me how badly you want it," he taunts you, his baritone vibrating against your body when his lips finally catch yours in a bruising kiss. Your hands dig into his shirt, desperate to keep him close, but he all too soon leans back and rests his upper body on the bed, his dark eyes now focused on you. You sit there for a second, allowing yourself to admire the way he looks so handsome, with his messy hair and still slightly sweaty face after he had just finished the game.
You hesitantly move your hips until you position yourself right above his crotch, an encouraging sound leaving his lips when you slowly grind against him. "Please, Kiyoomi. I want you so bad. Need you so bad." You brace yourself on his chest and start grinding harder, feeling his hard cock between your legs, rubbing you just the right way. "Yeah? Tell me more, princess." His hands rub your thighs, the feeling his bare hands on your skin sending little sparks along the path of his fingers. "Want to feel you inside, Kiyoomi, please. Want you to fill me up, wanna feel your cock," your needy pleas seem to fall on deaf ears, as he still calmly rubs your thighs and doesn't make an attempt to take things further.
"I like the sound of that." He bucks his hips into yours, clearly intent on making you even more desperate. "Take off your shirt." You quickly pull your shirt over your head, throwing the black fabric with the matching number 15 carelessly to the ground, taking a mental note to take it home with you later. Your hands go back to support your body on his chest while you grind on him, his eyes now focused on the pretty black bra that you thoughtfully decided to wear today. "Kiyoomi, please- I want more," you whine, the friction feeling good, yet not enough. "I'm all yours, just take what you need, y/n." There is always something intimate in the way he says your name when you're alone, it rolls like honey from his lips, deep and rich and only serving to spur you on further.
You rub your clit along the length of his cock, the rock-hard outline clearly visible and impossible to miss under his sweats and providing you with enough friction to make you even needier. His hands dig into the flesh of your thighs, rocking you on his body more vigorously the longer you keep going. His name leaves your lips with a soft plea, the heat now surging through your body while you keep on dry-humping, just rubbing your bodies against each other and keeping intense eye-contact.
"Y/n- ahh- please-" a groan leaves his lips, his hips bucking against your body. The sudden movement makes you close your eyes from pleasure, the muscles in your thighs slowly getting sore and tired but he's helping you keeping up your pace. Your nails dig into his chest and your body tenses as you slowly build up more friction with each grind against his body. A needy whimper of his name leaves your lips, and you rut against him like you're in heat, the sound of rustling clothes and your moans filling the room. Your jaw drops when you feel yourself slowly working towards the edge, a last "Kiyoomi-" leaving your lips before your body succumbs and brings you to your high. Your thighs clench around his hips, your body rocking on frantically while you clench around nothing, the hard outline of his cock just perfect for you to grind on, the intensity of the slowly build up orgasm overwhelming to you.
You breathe heavily when you calm down from your high, now carefully sitting a back to not hurt him, and he catches your hands on his chest while he sits up, seemingly effortlessly and elegant. He brings one hand to your cheek and tilts your face upwards to meet him, and the way his eyes captivate yours makes your heart beat faster again. A slight blush covers his cheeks, a rare sight on him, before he connects your lips, deeply kissing you and inserting his tongue in your mouth softly. You move your lips, simply following his lead as he presses your barely clad chest against his and holds you close, his still hard cock clearly evident between your bodies. He parts slowly, his pupils wide from lust and a barely noticeable smile adorns his lips while he directs your body on the mattress, not caring about your whines of of being sensitive, but instead encouragingly patting your backside.
"Come on, princess. Get that ass up and face down. I want to hear you beg some more."
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— ♬ NSFW, MINORS DNI, gn reader, based on this post
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— ♬ Tendou Satori
Growing up, Tendou Satori didn't have anyone to rely on until he reached high school where he met his teammates on the volleyball team and his best friend Ushijima Wakatoshi. Having experienced bullying in middle school, he created doubts he'll find someone who will love him.
Until he graduates college and moves to France, Tendou becomes a profound chocolatier and sells his chocolates in Paris. It seemed fate had planned it when you walked into his shop and purchased a box of his famous sweets. The way you smiled at him was sweeter than any chocolate Tendou has tasted. He was too stunned to even ask for your name before you walked out of his shop. Tendou had a serious sweet tooth because he was craving for your smile.
Fate has heeded his longing because you returned to his shop again with that sweet smile of yours, by then Tendou dared to ask for your name. Your visits have become frequent, on the third visit he makes you smile, the fourth he makes you laugh, on the fifth he asks for your number, and on the sixth you ask him out on a date.
It appeared so ideal, falling in love with a sweet chocolatier in Paris. Tendou stole your heart with his precious humor and his earnest feelings. Everything looked perfect the moment you and the chocolatier became a couple. Tendou thought he was contented, letting you move in with him. But then he believed everything was moving too fast, you two went beyond kissing and before he knew it he was overwhelmed.
However, he doesn't have the heart to tell you. He's afraid that if he did, you'd give him some space and he doesn't want that. He doesn't want you to be out of his reach, he doesn't want you to leave him. Because Tendou believes he'll never find someone who'll love a weirdo like him. He's already skeptical if you're genuinely in love with him. Even as an adult, he's still bothered by the looks people give him when he's with you. He knows what they're thinking.
What is a weirdo like him doing with someone beautiful like you?
"Satori? Are okay, chérie?"
Tendou blinks and awkwardly smiles at you while nodding. His eyes returned to the television screen but his mind was elsewhere. And you can tell, for the past few days, Tendou has been acting out of his character. He stopped telling you jokes and making chocolates with you. Something was bothering him. Wordlessly, you took his hand and pulled him up from the couch. There was no protest when you took him to your shared bedroom. The two of you settled on the bed.
"Darling, I know something is bothering you and I want you to be honest with me"
"I'm sorry, I'm just feeling a little bit unwell"
"Satori..."
Tendou sighs at your warning tone. You gently took his larger hands, sharing your warmth. He can feel his eyes grow wet.
"[Name]...why the hell did you fall in love with me?"
You blinked, there was a shake of your head and a lighthearted smile on your face. You know how bizarre Tendou can behave, which makes him unique. His red buzzcut and quirky smile captured your heart. You didn't give a shit if everybody else found him weird, to you he's the most perfect man you know.
"Do you want me to show you, Satori?"
Tendou wouldn't have imagined this scenario. You settle behind him, your hand fisting his cock as he is forced to watch everything through the bedroom mirror. It didn't help that the mirror was huge and he could see every explicit detail. The precum leaking out of the slit of his dick, a red flush all over his face, and your soft hand pumping his length to draw moans out of his lips
"Ah! Chérie! Please slow down!"
You only smiled sweetly at him and continued jerking him off, he threw his head back with a strangled moan.
"Eyes on the mirror, darling"
Tendou obeys with his head spinning in pleasure. He can hear his heart palpitating wildly in his ears as you pull him apart with each stroke of your hand.
"You asked me why I fell in love with you. How could I not when you're such an adorable, funny, and caring man?"
"How could I not swoon at every chocolate you make and gift for me? For every kiss we shared under the Paris lights? And the way you swept me off my feet and took me to bed after one month of being together?"
Your pace on his cock went slower, you wanted him to hear every word you said. Tendou can feel his breath going shallow at every sentence.
"I don't care what people think of us and neither should you. As long as I'm happy with you, to hell with what they think"
"[Name] I-"
"Oh Satori, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to get married and start a family"
Suddenly, your hand wandered to his balls as you played with them. Tendou's moans echoed in the room as the pleasure went crashing in. His eyes watch you through the mirror as he feels his release building up.
"Oh fuck, [Name], please!"
"Do you want that too, darling?"
"Yes! Fuck yes! Shit, I'm gonna cum!"
"Yeah? Go on, cum for me, Satori"
His hands grip the bedsheets as his hips bucked upward on your fist as he cums. You continue to pump him, letting the cum shoot out and leak on your hand. Tendou hisses as his eyes watered at the overstimulation. You kiss his neck tenderly after his orgasm. He was catching his breath when he looked at his messy reflection, he chuckled to himself. Suddenly, you pressed your lips against his ear.
"The next time you cum, it's going to be inside of me"
Tendou gulps as a bashful blush covered his cheeks. You smile sweetly at him as if you didn't whisper the nastiest shit he has ever heard against his ear.
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— ♬ Hirugami Sachiro
Your first encounter with Hirugami Sachiro was when you took your dog to the vet for a check-up. You recently moved into the area and it was your first time visiting a new vet. Hirugami could've sworn Cupid pulled one of the stupid golden arrows and shot him in the back when you both locked eyes for the first time. You were gorgeous and you had an adorable dog too.
He treated your dog with utmost care and you couldn't even be happier. Since then, you started getting monthly checkups for your dog. Hirugami always looked forward to each of your arrivals, and each time he could feel himself slowly falling hard for you. At every check-up, you get to know the veterinarian more. You knew how he used to play volleyball, how he's the youngest of his siblings, his pro-volleyball best friend Hoshiumi Korai, and even his sweet dog named Kotarou.
Before you two knew it, you both grew closer and closer at each encounter. It was a matter of time before one of you would profess your feelings first. And it was Hirugami. He asked you to hang out outside of the vet to grab lunch and he confesses. He was expecting a rejection from you but you surprise him by returning his feelings.
It was only natural for you and Hirugami to become a couple. It was the happiest both of you have been in your lives. You kiss on sidewalks, have romantic dinners, and take your dogs together at the dog park. Everything felt perfect. But suddenly, you got busy with your work.
You were so busy that you had to take your dog to your cousin's to take of them for you because you didn't have time to do it. Hirugami pretended that it barely stung when you talked less and less with him. You both stopped seeing each other every day. There wasn't any bitterness rising it was just dead silence. Hirugami figured he should focus on his profession as a veterinarian. The both of you wouldn't have proper contact for weeks to the point Hirugami becomes concerned.
He didn't understand why you were busy all of a sudden, to him, it's like you barely made an effort to check on him. He felt pathetic desperately reaching out for you until he began doubting himself. What if you grew tired of him? What if you started seeing somebody else? His thoughts frightened him. Hirugami wanted to be the perfect boyfriend for you. Before he realizes it, he's falling back to his bad habits back in high school.
Hiruguami used to be a perfectionist during volleyball, he'd blame himself for every mistake he made. He mindlessly scrapped his knuckles against a stone surface to the point that it bled. And he was doing it again, although less harshly. When you finally had the time to see him, you immediately asked to go over to his place.
When you saw your boyfriend your heart dropped, he looked like he was barely taking care of himself. There were dark bags under his eyes, he seemed paler, and bandages on his knuckles.
"What happened to you, Sachiro?"
You asked him, visibly concerned. It made Hirugami guilty. You two catch up during dinner and he finally tells you what is going on with him. You can feel your heart shatter.
"I thought I was never going to be the perfect boyfriend for you, [Name]"
"Is that why you began scraping your knuckles?"
"I'm sorry..."
"Hey, don't be. I should be the one apologizing for not trying to reach out"
"But you were busy, and I understand that-"
"Sachiro, that's still not an excuse to suddenly cut contact with you"
"But I should've done better, you know? I could've"
"Sachiro"
You firmly stopped him. Hirugami bites his lip and looks at you like a scolded child. You sighed as you went over to take his hands and kiss his bandaged knuckles. He was facing away and it seemed like he wasn't getting the message you're trying to get across. Then, you thought of an interesting way to do it.
"[Name], shit!"
Hirugami gritted his teeth as he observed you stroking his cock in front of his bedroom mirror. Everything happened so fast, one moment you were fervently kissing him and the next you were behind him giving him a handjob.
"I missed you, Sachiro"
You purred from behind as you gently pumped his cock. No matter how much he tried to resist, Hirugami couldn't peel his eyes away from the mirror. His pants were clumsily pulled down, sweat dripping down his neck, and his face completely flushed. He was so mesmerized with your hand stroking his length.
"I'm sorry for making you feel bad, baby"
"You deserve to be treated better because you're so sweet, nice, and handsome"
Hirugami's mouth falls open as a moan escapes his mouth. His eyes shut when the pleasure overtakes his body when you suddenly grab his chin.
"Keep your eyes on the mirror for me please?"
You requested and who was he to deny you? You jerked him off at a pleasurable pace as he watched himself melt in your presence.
"You're the best boyfriend in the world, Sachiro. I'm not letting you think otherwise"
"You're so hot, passionate about your job, and the best at making me cum every time we fuck"
Hirugami lets out a low groan when you reach for his sack as you start to massage it. Every thought of insecurity vanishes in his head as he focuses on you as you drive him lightheaded.
"[Name], fuck! I wanna cum!"
"Not until you tell me that you're the best boyfriend in the world"
When you begin to tease his slit with your fingers, he grabs your thigh and glares at you through the mirror. The feral look in his eye made him look so attractive. He looks at you dead in the eye through the mirror as you physically shiver.
"I'm the best boyfriend in the world"
"Damn right you are, and don't you ever forget that"
With that, you viciously pumped his cock to the brink of orgasm. The pace was so overwhelming that Hirugami's eyes rolled back as the most earth-shattering orgasm hit him. He could've sworn he went to heaven and back. After his release, he sees through the mirror that his cum has stained his abdomen and your hand. His hair was a mess and he's covered in sweat all over.
"Feeling better now, Sachiro?"
"I am, thank you"
He smiles at you as you return the gesture. But then you begin to pull your shirt over your head as his eyes bulge out of their sockets, before he can say something, you possessively grab his shoulders.
"How about we make up for the time we lost, baby?"
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— ♬ Miya Osamu
During the humble beginnings of his business at Onigiri Miya, you stumbled into Osamu Miya's life. Freshly graduated from college, you clumsily entered his shop hungry and prepared to devour anything available on the menu. You were done after a grueling job interview. Osamu was eager to feed you whatever was best on his menu.
"Oh my gosh, this is so delicious!"
You exclaimed as you pointed at the Onigiri he served to you, there was an adorable glimmer in your eyes that Osamu couldn't help but blush. He tries to cover it by tilting his hat downward to cover his face. Somehow you have successfully made his heart race by your smile alone. He learns how bright and friendly you were when you gave him your name, he eagerly spells out his. At that moment, he's convinced his life is about to take a drastic turn.
You visit Onigiri Miya daily, always talking to Osamu as you two gradually became close friends. He recently learned you got a job as PR in MSBY Black Jackals, and he freezes. There is no doubt that you have met his twin brother, Atsumu Miya. That bastard probably tried to flirt with you, maybe tease you or subtly make a suggestive remark. Osamu's chest grew tight.
Even if he and Atsumu shared the same face, people naturally flocked to his brother more. Despite his cocky attitude and unapologetic behavior, people overlooked the flaws Atsumu had because of his magnetic looks. After all, Atsumu genuinely makes an effort to look good. He learns how to bleach and properly style his hair, how to dress stylishly and make everyone swoon behind the cameras. Compared to all that, Osamu barely tried.
Osamu just pulls on whatever he finds in his wardrobe, no matter how horrible it looks. He only knows how to brush his hair (he stopped letting Atsumu dye his hair dark grey again). And he's awkward when there are cameras around. Osamu becomes convinced that he'll never have a shot with you.
"'Samu! Are you even listening?"
You placed your hands on your hips and raised a brow at him. Osamu snaps out of it and sends you a timid smile and a rub on the back of his neck. You huffed.
"Sorry, what did ya say, [Name]?"
"I said, do you want to go on a date with me?"
"What?"
Osamu's eyes grew wide and gazed at you with pure astonishment behind the counter. He points to himself as his jaw drops to the floor. You couldn't hold back a giggle.
"Ya want to go on a date? With me? Me?"
"Yes, you idiot"
"Holy shit"
Well, he wasn't expecting that. On that weekend, you and Osamu went all over the city, exploring and eating street food. You held his hand for the first time and he could've sworn his heart leaped out of his chest. He decided to grow some balls and ask you to be his. And your only response was a wide smile as you grabbed his cheeks to give him a long and sweet smooch on the lips.
"Oi, scrub! Ya got any beer here?"
Atsumu yelled inside the kitchen. Osamu was one step closer to horse kicking his brother in the face. You shook your head and went to tell Atsumu there were beers in the fridge. Tonight was supposed to be a date night but Atsumu decided to show up at his apartment unannounced and crash it. You seemed unbothered considering you deal with the blonde merely on a daily at your job, but Osamu was uncomfortable.
The three of you watched some Ghibli movies. You were wedged between the twins eating snacks and drinking beer. As the night went on, Osamu couldn't shake off the feeling that he was uninvited in his place. You were being loud with Atsumu, sharing jokes and trading insults. You were being too naturally close to his brother that it's making his body heavy.
"M'gonna go ta bed"
Osamu mumbled as the end credits played after the movie, you stopped talking with Atsumu and watched your boyfriend drag his feet to the bedroom. Osamu collapsed on his bed, burying his face against his pillow. He remembers the fight he had with Atsumu back in high school after he admitted that he was going to quit playing volleyball. Since then there has been a competition that who lives the happier life, and Osamu was beginning to think he was losing.
There was a knock on the door before you entered his bedroom, Osamu avoided your gaze and pretended that he had passed out. You poked his leg and called out for his name softly, enough to tug on his heartstrings. When he faces you, your features display worry.
"Are you okay?"
"M'fine, [Name]"
"Is it because of 'Tsumu?"
"No"
Osamu replied so quickly that it answered the lingering question in your head. You sighed as you tugged on his arm, pulling him upwards from the bed. You smiled as you fixed his messy hair, but he didn't meet your eyes.
"Are you jealous, 'Samu?"
"No"
His tone was sincere. You hummed as you went behind him to wrap your arms around him, Osamu gazed at you through his bedroom mirror placed in front of his bed. He sees the tender look you give him through the mirror that he caves in. He spills his rising insecurity and how he deeply compared himself to his twin brother. And you were baffled.
"Osamu you fucking idiot"
"Huh?"
"Do you think I'm gonna leave you for that pisshead setter?"
"I mean, he's better lookin'-"
"Don't tell me you're letting him win"
Osamu shuts his mouth, he remembers how he shared with you about his ongoing sibling competition with Atsumu. You shake your head as your hands trailed to his belt, unbuckling it. Osamu gulps and stares at his unlocked bedroom door.
"Ugh, those two better not be fucking"
Atsumu mumbled as he played another movie on the TV. Meanwhile, Osamu was trying his hardest not to let an obscene moan leave his mouth as you jerked him from behind. He wouldn't dare let Atsumu hear what was going on inside the bedroom, and he wouldn't dare let his brother win the competition.
"Ah! Hmm, fuck [Name]"
"Osamu Miya, you fucking moron. Do you believe Atsumu is better than you?"
Osamu only answered through hushed and choked moans. You pumped his length faster, watching as precum leaked out of the slit. You pressed your lips against his ear.
"You're such a fantastic boyfriend. You're a hardworking business owner, you make the best damn onigiri, and you're so fucking hot. So, why the fuck are you comparing yourself to him?"
Your hands trailed to his ballsack to massage it and Osamu throws his head back, biting his lip to hold back a whine. You forced his head forward to the mirror.
"Eyes on the mirror, babe"
"Hnngh, [Name], please"
"I'm in love with you Osamu Miya, and you only. You better tattoo that shit to your brain, sweetheart"
"Wanna cum, wanna cum so bad [Name]!"
"Really? Are you done comparing yourself to Atsumu?"
"Yes! Oh fuck, yes!"
"Good, go on, cum for me, Osamu"
You purred as you wrapped your delicate hands around his cock as you stroked him rapidly. Bringing him to his sweet release. There was no way his twin wouldn't have heard the moan he unleashed as he cums. His hips jerked forward as his seed stained his pants and your hand. His eyes roll back as he throws his head backward with his mouth ajar. All he could hear was the sound of his loud heartbeat. As he comes back to his senses, he sees you smiling at him through the mirror. He chuckles.
"Well aren't ya full of surprises"
You laugh. He turns to grab your cheek to lean down and tenderly kiss you. Osamu smiles like he has won the lottery, no, even better. He has someone who loves him for who he is.
"Thank you, [Name]"
"You're welcome, baby"
Osamu couldn't fight back the smug look on his face as the two of you rejoined Atsumu in the living room. Atsumu gives him a narrowed look.
'What the fuck are ya smilin' for?'
'I win'
'The fuck?'
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— ♬ Sakusa Kiyoomi
Sakusa Kiyoomi was comfortable on his own. He learned how to be independent and never relied on anyone constantly. For the most part, he's a natural introvert. He did have friends. Well, it's all thanks to his cousin Komori Motoya forcing him to socialize or his job as a professional athlete who needed to get along with his teammates. Sakusa thinks that having a few sets of friends he's good to go. Until you had to ruin everything.
You were the cheerful manager of the MSBY Black Jackals. Something about your warm and welcoming demeanor made Sakusa's nose scrunch. The way you smiled and talked with everyone like you had known them for years, it was uncomfortable for him to watch. However, you didn't force any conversation with him. You only greeted him and smiled. Yeah, he appreciated that but he's still cautious about you.
Over time, Sakusa learns there's a certain depth to you. That you weren't just all smiles and laughter. You're a professional human being with an emotional intelligence beyond him. You're incredibly sympathetic and intelligent and he's impressed. You're observant of people's perceptions of others and emotions. No wonder, you didn't force yourself to him.
You gave him space and respected his excessive cleanliness. Sakusa decides you're good in his book. What changed everything was when he was unexpectedly stuck in a crowd. It was absolute hell, he got lost navigating the team during an event. On the brink of an anxiety attack, you showed up.
"Sakusa-senshu!"
You called out, concerned at the way he was hunched forward seemingly on the verge of losing consciousness. Sakusa can feel your pinkie finger linking with his, he regains his focus. He looks at you as you lead him out of the crowd by his pinkie finger only. Perhaps out of respect because he doesn't like anyone touching him.
"Are you okay, Sakusa-senshu?"
"Yes, thank you [Name]"
When you smiled at him, his chest grew tight. It felt different. It was as if his world grew clearer and he could suddenly breathe perfectly. On the way to meet up with the team, he grabs your shoulder.
"Kiyoomi"
"Hm?"
"Call me Kiyoomi"
The moment you earned the permission to call him by his first name, your relationship with him changed. The two of you grew closer in such a short amount of time. The team was calling the spiker out for favoritism because Sakusa treats you kinder compared to them. He talks to you the most during breaks, he shares snacks and hand sanitizers, and it went as far as letting you high-five him after a game in which everyone was enraged.
Sakusa had never met someone who had made him smile so hard that his cheeks hurt, someone who knew what made him laugh until there were tears in his eyes, and someone he wouldn't mind breaking his own rules for. Whenever he looks at you, Sakusa finds it hard to look away. And before he realizes, he's falling for you.
And he's fucking petrified. Sakusa wasn't entirely smart when it came to romance, he never planned to fall in love with you. So, he bottles it up inside of him for years and it becomes unbearable. He figured you weren't ready to have a relationship let alone with him. And that you wouldn't want him to be your boyfriend. He's strict, a jerk, and a clean freak. Aside from his handsome looks and his amazing athletic abilities, Sakusa wasn't interesting.
However, unexpectedly, when he learns you're about to quit being the manager of the team to pursue another career, Sakusa panics and spills his feelings for you. He tells you he's been in love with you for ages. He doesn't want to see you leave without telling you how he feels. Shockingly, you laughed and smiled at him as you told him that the feelings were mutual. At that moment, Sakusa was convinced he had found true happiness.
The two of you dated and became official for six months. There were ups and downs in the relationship but it worked. Sakusa learned how to balance his growing volleyball career with his time with you. And you were happy with your newly chosen career and without failing to make Sakusa fall for you even more.
Tonight, the team invited Sakusa and you to a local club to celebrate the recent win against the SCHWEDEIN Adlers. Sakusa was about to quickly decline until you immediately agreed. So, here he is, alone by the bartender, nursing his cup of alcohol while he watches you dance with his friends. He could join you if he didn't detest crowds and dancing.
You were in your element, having fun with Bokuto, Hinata, and Atsumu. The four of you were stuck in your own world lost in the music. Something foreign bloomed in Sakusa's chest. It squeezed his heart and yanked it violently. He shakily finishes his drink as he frowns and watches you forget about his existence on the dancefloor.
Sakusa imagined if he was more likable, he'd join you and the guys on the dancefloor. If he wasn't a fucking coward, he'd grab you and spin you around to the music. If he wasn't boring, he'd give you the time of your life partying in the club. Sakusa sniffs as he finds himself exiting the club and driving home, lost in his sea of insecure thoughts.
When he arrived home, he received multiple text messages and missed calls from you. God, he's such a fucking dick for leaving you there at the club. He calls to tell you he's sorry and that he's back home. You later arrived at his apartment and saw him slouching on his bed, frowning. You were sweaty and fresh out of the club but he lets you embrace him.
"Sorry, I felt...overwhelmed"
"It's okay Ki, I just got worried. Let's just stay here, I'll tell the guys we went home"
"You...you should head back to the club"
"What? Why?"
"You were enjoying yourself out there with them and I just...ruined it"
Sakusa looks away. You sighed as you grabbed his chin to gently peck him on the lips.
"No, you didn't ruin anything. I would ditch them in a heartbeat if you said you wanted to go home, y'know"
"[Name]..."
"Kiyoomi, you matter more to me than anything else, okay?"
"I just can't help but wish I was more...fun for you"
"What do you mean, Ki?"
Sakusa shrugs and you frown. You settled from behind him to give him a tight hug. He sees you do so in front of his large bedroom mirror.
"If only I didn't hate crowds or physical touch, I would've danced with you at the club"
"Ki, you know I don't mind that, right?"
"Maybe if I wasn't so...boring you would've been happier"
He mumbled, and you huffed. You didn't like how Sakusa was putting himself down because it was so unlike him. The Sakusa you knew was confident and had no ounce of self-doubt. If only you could prove to him he's so much more than that.
"Uh, why are you smirking at me like that, [Name]?"
Sakusa never predicted this circumstance at all. His pants pulled down to his thighs, his cock out and your pretty hand stroking his length. Sakusa watched with lidded eyes and low moans as you give him an erotic handjob from behind. He grips your thighs as he feels his heart bang against his ribcage.
"Oh fuck, [Name]!"
"You like that, pretty boy?"
You grin devilishly at him through the mirror and he just grows even harder. The way you pumped his cock makes his head spin deliriously.
"Look at you, Ki. You're so pretty and hot moaning like that"
"[Name] please"
He whimpers and it encourages you to jerk him off faster. Sakusa goes briefly crossed-eyed as he watches the pornographic scene in the mirror.
"You're the most kindest and amazing boyfriend in the world, Kiyoomi"
You told him softly. He groans when your hands reach to cup his balls, he can feel drool leaving the corner of his mouth.
"You're so good at volleyball and cleaning, plus you know how to cook! Oh, I just can't wait to marry you soon"
"You-oh fuck!-mean that?"
"Yes, darling. You're not boring, not to me, never"
"I-ah!-I'm glad"
You smile sweetly at him as you return to pumping his cock faster. Sakusa's breath hitched he released a loud moan. With your free hand, you grab his chin to make him watch himself fall apart right in front of the mirror. You bite his earlobe.
"Are you gonna cum, pretty boy?"
"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yes!"
"Go ahead. Cum for me Kiyoomi"
As your words echoed inside his head, Sakusa hit his orgasm like no other. It felt as though his soul left his body as he shot his load all over your hand. His head was thrown back with his jaw slack. As he slowly descends back to his body, he feels the sweat all over his skin and his cock softening. You kiss him on the cheek and fix his curls out of his eyes.
"How are you feeling, Kiyoomi?"
"Fucking great"
You smile cheekily at him but he only gazes at you breathlessly with lidded eyes. He slowly turns to directly stare at you, he couldn't be more in love with you, he swears.
"Ki? Why are you staring at me like that-oh shit! Wait! Stop, you're going to tear my clothes!!!"
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akashababy · 3 months
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Sakusa kiyoomi x Top male reader
WARNING: This article contains explicit and mature content. Reader discretion is advised.
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Sakusa Kiyoomi was immensely talented at volleyball and had a laid-back demeanor. Many looked on in admiration from a distance, afraid of his piercing gaze and cutting words. One person, nevertheless, did not consider him to be a threat. Even though she didn't play volleyball, M/N was a talented athlete. He was a well-known rugby player, drawing attention from many with his powerful build and confident manner. He had always been intrigued by Sakusa's skill and seemingly untouchable aura.
After a heated game one evening, M/N found himself in the gym alone with Sakusa. There was a noticeable tension between them, and it was obvious that they both had deep feelings for one another. M/N pressed Sakusa against the wall and planted a passionate kiss on his lips without pausing. Sakusa was initially taken aback by M/N's audacity, but he quickly found himself indulging in their passionate kiss. As their hands ran over each other's bodies, their tongues danced in perfect unison. Sakusa experienced shivers down his spine as a result of M/N's powerful hands.
Sakusa's hands reached M/N's waist as they carried on examining each other's mouths, drawing him in. M/N couldn't help but smile at the idea of being the one to cause the seemingly invincible volleyball player to react in this way, and he could feel the bulge in Sakusa's pants getting bigger. M/N's hands started to go lower, lightly grazing Sakusa's pants. Sakusa's body was radiating heat, and he could feel his own excitement rising with every second that went by. Sakusa led M/N's hand to his erection without breaking their kiss, leading M/N to let out a quiet sigh.
Sakusa unzipped M/N's pants with his free hand to reveal his own excitement. Standing there, panting and kissing, the two guys worked each other's hands until they were almost touching. Before long, they had both achieved their zenith and were at each other's mercy.While catching their breath, M/N couldn't help but notice Sakusa's messy appearance. The volleyball player, who was usually cool and collected, was suddenly hot, breathing heavily, and his lips were swollen from their intense kiss.
Feeling a mixture of embarrassment and desire for what they had just done, the two of them quickly fixed their clothes and avoided staring at each other. Sakusa, however, didn't take long to seize M/N's hand and drag him into the showers, where they carried on examining one another's bodies in the warm water. A covert relationship between the two guys began that evening. After training or games, they would frequently slip away and secretly indulge in one another's bodies. They were too proud to express how much they cared for one another, so despite their strong physical bond, they never talked about their feelings.
However, their deeds spoke louder than their words. Sakusa and M/N became more intimate with each intense meeting, their love growing stronger with each touch. They were both aware that their relationship was unlawful and only momentary, but that didn't stop them from enjoying the happiness and pleasure they felt in each other's embrace. M/N wondered if they would ever be able to publicly declare their love for one another as he lay in bed with Sakusa's arms around him. For now, though, he was happy to savor the moments they had together, knowing that they would always belong to each other.
 
For Sakusa Kiyoomi and M/N, their love was pure and passionate, but for many others, it was scandalous and prohibited. That was all that held any significance.
 
 
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teamatsumu · 5 months
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Can you write a sakusa x reader smut with degradation, dumbification, choking, hair pulling, orgasm denial, breeding kink and praise kink with a dom Sakusa? (i'm a whore for this man) thx<3
his form of love. (sakusa kiyoomi x reader)
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word count: 1744
warnings: fem!reader, smut, this is literally just porn, swearing, degradation, orgasm denial, literally all the stuff that was in the ask.
taglist: @keiva1000
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He had been eyeing you all night.
And not in the usual way. Not how he looked at everyone else. Bored, almost apathetic, only half listening. No, he looked at you with purpose. There was heat simmering behind his dark eyes, eyelids sliding down to half mast when you met his gaze. His stare would run down your body, over the lovely black silk dress he had bought you for the occasion. He would follow the line of your throat, the nape of your exposed neck as your hair had been pulled up in an intricate updo. The daintiest golden chain surrounded your neck, matching with the earrings you had chosen to wear. And though his face was blank, his eyes spoke volumes.
He liked what he saw.
His hand found your thigh on the drive home, the steady heat of it becoming part of your skin. He made no other move, but this was enough. That hand came with a promise. You knew him well enough to know what he meant when he got like this.
‘I’m going to ruin you.’
He didn’t jump you as soon as the door shut behind the two of you. No, Sakusa wasn’t that kind of man. He was deliberate, always thinking, always contemplating. He had incredible self control, and he truly believed that patience reaped the highest reward. And so he carefully removed his shoes as well as unstrapped your heels, peeling them from your sore feet. With gentle hands, he rubbed at your soles and ankles, hand sliding up the skin of your calves. You shivered at the contact. Sakusa paid it no mind.
He helped remove your necklace, helped undo the various pins in your hair. He carded his fingers through the strands, easing them and the tight stretch they had been under all night. You took off his tie in return and brushed the black suit jacket off his broad shoulders, undoing the first two buttons on his sleek, white shirt. His firm grip on your wrist stopped you from going further. His eyes bore into yours. No words were exchanged.
He smoothly pulled down the thin straps of your dress off your shoulders, both at the same time, and let them hang off your arms. Stepping closer, he skimmed the faintest of kisses over your skin, the ghost of his lips barely there, and you let out a quiet sigh. His body had yet to make contact with yours, but you could still feel his heat, radiating off him and enveloping you as well. He finally let his lips press firmly to your skin, at the juncture of your shoulder and neck, and let them stay there.
“Are you ready, my love?” His breath hit your skin.
You nodded.
“You remember your colors?”
You nodded again.
“And what’s your color right now?”
“Green.”
He needed no more words.
His hands ran up your sides, the dress sliding under his grip. His lips became more persistent, nibbling and biting at your neck, leaving tiny little marks in places he would stop and suckle on the skin. You let your eyes fall shut, basking in his touch and his presence. Your hands ran over his massive shoulders, wanting to feel more of him. But you knew better than to tug on his clothes or attempt to take them off. Sakusa had a certain way of doing things, and in the mood he was in right now, he wanted you pliant and submissive, something you were more than willing to give.
He had you naked before him in seconds, your dress pulled down until it pooled at your feet, undergarments following quickly. You shivered under his gaze when he stepped back to admire you, his hands running up your bare skin. He tapped your ass, nudging you in the direction of the bed.
“Go. Hands and knees.”
You complied eagerly, positing yourself in the center of the bed exactly as he had told you. You heard him shuffling around, the sound of his clothes coming off, carefully placed on a chair. You waited patiently until the mattress dipped behind you, and his touch was back on your skin. You arched more, ass sticking out for him. He hummed in approval.
“So perfect.”
His hands massaged your ass, touch more firm and deliberate now. When his fingers slid through your slit, you felt yourself clench. Sakusa tsked.
“Already so wet. I’ve barely touched you, baby. You wanted me that bad?”
The question was rhetorical, but you nodded frantically anyway. Sakusa slid a finger knuckle deep into you in response. You let out your first moan of the night.
“So ready. I don’t think I even need to prep you. You’re so soaked. It’s almost pathetic.”
You whined at his words, clenching hard around his finger. You pushed back on him a bit, wanting more stimulation than this. You had been so patient, letting him indulge, but your mind was quickly fogging up, wanting nothing more than to feel his cock carve into your core.
You nearly gasped when Sakusa draped his naked body over your own, his weight pressing your shoulders down until your face was buried in the sheets, cheek squished into the mattress. His lips brushed over your ear.
“What do you want?”
You opened your mouth to speak, crying out when another finger joined the first one inside you, curling into the spot that made you see stars.
“Cat got your tongue? You were so eager a minute ago, pushing your ass into me. Speak up, whore.”
“Cock.” You gasped out, tears swimming in your vision as Sakusa’s fingers plunged in and out of you roughly. “Want- want cock.”
He hummed in reply, teeth sucking on a patch of skin on your shoulder. “Princess wants cock? Where?”
Everywhere. In my mouth, in my hands, in my pussy, in my ass. But you couldn’t speak, not when his thumb rubbed hard over your clit, the knot in your stomach tightening. Sakusa bit hard into your shoulder.
“Omi. Gonna cum.” You choked out, clenching desperately around him, feeling the knot in your stomach getting bigger and tighter.
“Don’t you dare.” Sakusa bit out. “Don’t you dare, slut. Didn’t even answer my question. You don’t deserve to cum. Hold it.”
Yet his fingers didn’t slow. His thumb didn’t stop abusing your poor, swollen clit. You screamed and cried, babbling that you couldn’t, that it was too much, that you were sorry, sorry, sorry….
Your vision blanked as you came, eyes rolling up and every muscle locking, squirming and thrashing under Sakusa’s weight, his brutal ministrations never once slowing as he pulled the intense orgasm out of you until you were overstimulated and dizzy, weeping in his grip. You whimpered when his fingers pulled out, but he didn’t leave you empty for long, the tip of his cock poking at your entrance.
“You didn’t listen.” Sakusa’s voice was low and calm, like he hadn’t just given you an earth-shattering orgasm. “I told you not to cum. And you did. Well, I suppose I should have expected that. I’ve always known you had no self control. Desperate little thing. Your cunt just can’t handle a good fucking.”
His cock started pushing into you then, making your mouth drop open at the stretch. It didn’t matter how many times Sakusa fucked you, his cock always burned as it entered your tiny hole. And you loved it. You moaned wantonly at the feeling. Long fingers tangled in your hair and pulled your head up, a sharp pain running through your scalp. You clenched at the feeling.
Sakusa set a punishing pace, cock ramming into you hard and fast until you were screaming out, fisting the bedsheets under you. His hips slammed into your ass with every thrust, heavy balls hitting your clit and giving you just enough stimulation to squirm under him. His You babbled and cried through it, words lost in the air and incomprehensible, but your boyfriend didn’t seem to mind. He encouraged it in fact, mouth right next to your ear as he talked, his soft curls brushing over your cheeks.
“Good little whore. Taking me so well. Fuck. You were made for this cock, weren’t you? Always getting all weepy when I stuff it in you. My dumb girl. My stupid little girl. Holy fuck-”
Whoever said Sakusa was a man of few words hadn’t seen him when he was balls deep in your pussy.
“You want my cum?” He choked out, pace getting sloppier. You knew he was also nearing his end, just as you were. “Tell me baby, you want it?”
You screamed when he hit your sweet spot, nodding the best you could in your position. “Omi- I…. Omi.”
He groaned again, face burying into your neck. “Gonna give it to you. Gonna empty all of it inside you. You’re gonna take it all and give me a baby in return?”
You arched impossibly higher, hole clenching tight as you came around him. Sakusa moaned loud and low, his grip on your hips bruising. A few more moments and several curses later, his hips were stuttering, cock twitching inside you as warmth flooded through your core. He shoved his cock as far as it would go, eyes squeezing shut as your cunt milked him for all he was worth. You panted, taking in big gulps of air as Sakusa finally stilled.
When he pulled out, you whimpered in protest, suddenly feeling extremely empty. Gentle hands guided you to lie down on your side, running down your waist and over your very sore legs. You sighed at the feeling, opening your eyes slightly to meet Sakusa’s.
His curly hair was a mess on his head, forehead shining with sweat and cheeks flushed. This was your first time seeing him since you had propped yourself on the bed, and you smiled up at his wild appearance. Normally so put together, so meticulous about everything he did, yet completely unbothered by the mess you two had become. Your heart squeezed when you realized you were the only person who ever got to see him like this.
“You okay?” He asked, making you nod and slide closer to him. He pulled you towards him in response, guiding your head to lay on his chest. You closed your eyes and relaxed into his hold.
“Love you, Omi.”
You felt a gentle kiss press to your hairline in response.
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white-poppie · 1 year
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𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬𝐭𝐚!𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞
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Character: Mafia!Sakusa x Civillian!Reader (Based on the poll) Genre: Mafia AU, Yandere Warnings: blood WC: 0.5k+ Writer:@white-poppie
~ Synopsis: "When Sakusa meets a kind and fearless stranger with similar taste, he can't help but fulfil their rather vicious desires."
~ Note: This is very rushed! My exams are starting soon and I wanted to gift something to you guys before I vanish *poof*
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Sakusa was a level-headed man. Smart, cunning and sometimes even manipulative if he might. It wasn't a choice, it was a necessity in the profession he was in.
But right now he was submerged in the twilight zone of obsession and desire. Since he met you, he hasn’t been himself.
Sakura Kiyoomi, the leader of the Japanese Yakuza faction called ‘The Black Jackals’ has a history of distaste for humans in general. He is just slightly concerned about his hygiene and health. As a child, he suffered from a weak immune system. Therefore, as he grew older and the responsibility of the gang came upon his shoulders, he had to be even more cautious about getting sick.
He first saw you at a museum he was visiting. He liked to see his crime scene before committing the crime. He was casually looking at the pieces until one of them caught his eye. A fierce-looking woman in a black dress stood on a medieval balcony looking towards the sky. Her eyes were red and distant and her beauty was so enthralling, one could almost ignore the blood on her figure.
It was spellbinding, the way he automatically moved closer to the frame, until his chest came into contact with something soft. He looked down to see a person, brows scrunched up in distaste, but with a very unkind smile on their face.
"Apologies," he said gruffly and you were taken aback by how melodic his voice sounded unlike his clothes, which looked like he had walked straight out of a 12-year-old girl's fantasy.
"It's fine," you sighed, "you may have to be the second one mesmerized by Madame Hien's beauty."
He tilted his head in question.
"The painting," you replied. "It's called 'Madame Hien'."
He looked back up at the painting. Such exquisite artwork, surely anyone would be enamoured by it, but why were only the two of you there?
"You said the second one. What is that supposed to mean?"
You smiled and looked ahead. "Madame Hien has a reputation for being cursed." You crossed your elbows and looked back at him.
He piped, "aren't you scared?"
"What is there to be scared of? Its a painting, art is supposed to make the comfortable uncomfortable. The artist wanted to make it famous by spreading this rumour however unlike other 'haunted paintings', luck didn't side this one. It didn't become famous."
A deep laugh reverberated through his chest. "such a shame, a masterpiece like this in a secluded corner of a tiny museum owned by the government."
You chuckled at his words, "You talk like an anti-communist during the world wars."
He crossed his hands behind his back, "It's a shame really, this painting deserves so much more than this."
You sighed longingly, "sometimes I wish it had a better place to exist."
You look at her black dress, "wish someone would be kind enough to steal it from this godforsaken place."
He smirked and looked towards you, "for an ideal citizen , you talk really dark."
You smiled and answered, "perhaps, law is there to break anyways."
"So hypothetically if I ever plan on doing something illegal, can I count you in?"
"A hundred percent!" you laughed and fished for your business car, "feel free to call me if you ever want to do something illegal."
Sakusa was hesitant to feel another human's touch, but he agreed, "got you."
You looked at your watch in a hurry, "oh no I have a meeting in an hour!"
Quickly you started heading towards the gate, before stopping dead in your tracks, "wait I never asked your name."
He hesitated as he stared at the floor quietly. "Kiyoomi." He said without mentioning his family name.
You flashed him a smile, "Y/N L/N."
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BREAKING NEWS: 'Minor painting in the city museum was stolen. The painting titled, 'Madame Hein' which was infamous for cursing those who saw it, has been stolen. The bizarre fact os that the CCTV footage of the entire day of the museum has been erased completely. The thief left the following message graffitied on the museum wall where the painting used to be.
"It's in a better place now, stranger. See you soon." -- K
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renardiererin · 1 year
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do not bother kiyoomi sakusa while he's working. your distracting tactics will only work so well until he gets frustrated enough to do something about your behavior. he'll rub soft circles on your arms to make your body ease up, and he'll utter soft words into your ear to make chills line your spine. "how do you feel about being touched right now?" once he gets the confirmation he seeks, kiyoomi will lean his head closer to yours and ask if you're alright with being kissed. all it takes is a simple nod of your head and his lips are on yours. softly, at first. he'll start by moving his mouth against yours as if your lips were meant to be molded together; he'll slowly turn his head to lock his mouth perfectly in place on yours. despite how it seems from the way he starts out the encounter, it takes less than 30 seconds of his mouth being on yours before his tongue is sliding past your soft lips and making its way down your throat. he'll press his face into yours to get as close to you as he can, one hand on your waist and the other on your face while you kiss in the moonlit dark. he'll kiss you breathless until the both of you are forcing breaths through your noses and moaning into the mouths of the other. not until your back has arched up into his front, desperate for any form of contact below the waist with your beloved boyfriend kiyoomi. "you're blushing," he'll say once your lips separate, only connected by a shining string of saliva from your mouth to his while the only sounds echoing off the walls of the room are the heavy and breathless pants of the two of you. exhausted from simply kissing. "no i'm not, it's just hot in here." "i'm sure it is, sweetheart." he'll slide his hands up and down your sides, ever so slowly raising the bottom hem of your shirt to reveal your lower abdomen. he'll lick a slow stripe up your stomach and leave soft little kisses and bite marks as he works his way up your tummy. "just let me know if you want me to stop, alright?" "yes, kiyoomi." his skilled hands with use their delicate magic to lift your bra up with your shirt, revealing your breasts for only a split second before he has his lips latched onto one and is caressing the other with his hand that isn't resting on your hips. his hand slides down from your hip to your pussy, gently rubbing shapes over your clit through your shorts. a phantom smirk hides upon his lips at the whimpers leaving yours, yet all he states is: "no cumming. just in case you were thinking about it." only to earn more whines from you. "please me, love." kiyoomi sakusa can make your entire body crumble with only a few slight touches, but when you so desire you can crumble him with only a few words. his head lowers, one hand still rubbing shapes onto your clothed clitoris, and the other holding your thigh up by the back of your upper leg to get him the angles he so desires. he'll litter sloppy, open mouthed kisses down your stomach and up your thighs before placing one onto your covered clit and licking a stripe up your pussy through your pretty panties. his tongue swirls around your clitoris, tasting the fabric softener mixing with the sweet flavor of your precum. "i'm sure you would just love it if i made you feel good, wouldn't you, dear?" "yes kiyo, please." "sorry sweetheart. i've got work to do."
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