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yenqa · 2 days
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firsts
synopsis — sakusa and you have never had a conversation, and honestly you’re terrified of the man. but one conversation turns out to be many more of your firsts with sakusa.
warnings — reader is scared of men LMFAO, not really any
pairing — sakusa x implied fem!reader
wordcount — 710
a/n — happy birthday to himm! also my first hq post in a while OOPS also not proofread sorry!
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You’ve never really talked to Sakusa.
You had been the manager of the volleyball team since your first year–and you had known him since then, but for some reason, you haven’t talked to him unless it’s volleyball related.
In fact–you don’t think you’ve ever had a conversation with him. But there's a first for everything, right?
Itachiyama has made it to nationals (not like it’s a surprise), and everyone has just arrived. The room continues to fill with people you don’t know, so you decide it’s best to stick with your team so you don’t get lost.
Well apparently that was a horrible idea to everyone else. Because you’ve lost everyone but Sakusa. 
And you’re terrified. Surrounded in a room full of men you don’t know sounded like your worst nightmare, and you were living it currently.
Frantically scanning the room for anyone that’s not Sakusa, you somehow can’t spot any of the familiar bright yellow and green jackets your team is wearing.
Everyone knows that Sakusa doesn’t like to be bothered. But when you make eye contact with him, you change your expression to a way where he understands you’re pleading for help.
And he nods once.
Your mouth breaks out into a smile, and you shimmy your way to the crowd. Letting out a sigh of relief–you lean on the wall for support, muttering a small thank you to Sakusa. 
You don’t expect him to say anything back, but you can hear his muffled voice say, “You okay?”
Tilting your head slightly up to make eye contact with him, you smile as you say, “Yeah–I’m fine. Are you nervous?”
You’re not sure why you ask the question, he probably doesn’t want to be bothered. I mean–you were still kind of shocked that he let you even be near him.
“Not really. Are you?”
You’re even more shocked when he continues the conversation. You’d expect he’d be the most rude person if he didn’t want to talk. “I-uhm I am a little bit. But we’re exempt from playing today right?”
Yeah–this definitely is the first and last conversation you’ll ever have with him.
He nods.
Then it’s silent.
Surprisingly, the silence isn't the most awkward thing you’ve experienced. It feels as if you’re just two people co-existing.
You watch as everyone excitedly hugs each other or glares at their next opponent. One person even tries to rile up the other, eliciting a small chuckle from you.
From the corner of your eye you can tell he’s curious, but he hasn’t said anything yet. This time, you take initiative to point at the players, also describing the jacket colors.
And you swear you can hear him laugh.
Not a full–hearty laugh obviously, but a small chuckle. A quiet one that you don’t even notice. But it’s definitely the first time you’ve heard him do anything resembling a laugh.
“You laughed.” You blurt out, before you even realize. 
He furrows his brows, “I did.”
Your eyes widen, “Sorry–oh my gosh, it’s just the first time I’ve heard your laugh before, Sakusa-san. I swear I didn’t mean it like that–you just have a nice laugh–”
And now he’s actually laughing–like not even hard to hear.
He’s laughing, he’s hunched over, shaking and clutching his stomach. You don’t think you’ve ever felt more mortified in your life.
“It wasn’t that funny was it?” You ask, a frown on your face.
Sakusa catches his breath, “Funnier than any of the jokes Komori tries to make.”
“There wasn’t even a joke! And I happen to like the jokes he makes!”
“Only if you’re sick in the head.”
You scoff at his remark, “Wow, Sakusa-san, you’re very hard to please.”
“Kiyoomi.”
“Another complaint?” You tease, trying to play dumb at what he’s trying to imply. 
“Call me Kiyoomi.”
You can feel heat rush to your cheeks, you tuck your hair back behind your ear and mutter, “Okay, Kiyoomi.”
And even though he’s wearing a white mask, you swear you can see his eyes crinkle and you can assume the corners of his mouth turn up ever so slightly. 
You’ve had many firsts with Sakusa today. This is the first time you’ve seen him smile–just maybe next time he’ll do it while his face is fully shown.
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gabseyoo · 10 months
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WASTE OF LIPSTICK — SAKUSA KIYOOMI
content: female reader, established relationship, fluff. word count: 0,7k.
note: soft sakusa is my religion.
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Sakusa Kiyoomi had a reputation for being serious, collected, competitive, honest and even a little intimidating— well, too intimidating. 
Many say he’s even scary. 
You couldn’t agree more, indeed, he was all that. Your boyfriend’s reputation doesn’t come from nowhere, right?
But that’s the Kiyoomi that the public knew. The Kiyoomi you knew was nothing like what they thought he was, in fact, he was someone completely different.
Your Kiyoomi was someone kind, funny and even somewhat corny. He was someone who planned the most memorable dates, was always spoiling you, had a picture of you as his wallpaper, wore his promise ring every day, gave you lots of cute petnames and—believe it or not—sent kisses at the end of every phone call when he’s away. 
It’s not like he hid how he acted with his girlfriend, which is why so many of his acquaintances were surprised by how much he softened when it came to you, and honestly, that’s one of the many things you loved about him.
You didn’t know why those kinds of thoughts about your boyfriend’s not-so-hidden sweet side were going through your head right now, maybe it was because if someone when you first met the intimidating Sakusa Kiyoomi had told you that someday he’d be your boyfriend and you’d be here, straddling his lap with him lying in the comfort of your bed and he would have a face full of red lipstick stains that you had spread on his smooth skin, you wouldn’t have believed them.
“This is a waste of lipstick.” 
You chuckled at your boyfriend’s sudden words that broke the comfortable silence. 
“I know.” You pushed aside a strand of hair on his forehead to leave a kiss there and smiled before leaving another on his temple, decorating his skin with new red marks. “But it’s worth it, you look pretty.” 
Kiyoomi smiled.
“Do I?” He placed his hand behind your head, stroking your skin in a soothing manner as he looked lovingly into your eyes, and you swore that at that moment it was as if you fell in love with him all over again for the thousandth time. 
A sincere smile appeared on your lips and you responded with a small mhm as you brought your face close to his until your noses brushed.
“I think you look pretty too.” Kiyoomi whispered before joining your lips in a kiss.
With his hand on the back of your neck he put a little more pressure to deepen the kiss and the other did the same on your lower back, you buried yours in his dark curls. It was romantically slow, you both just enjoyed the feel of each other’s lips. 
It wasn’t until you needed a breath of air that you broke away, but not before giving him a little peck.
You supported yourself on your hands on either side of his head and looked down at your boyfriend, letting out a giggle when you saw that his mouth was completely smeared with red. You thought about commenting on it, but he beat you to it.  
“Your mouth is all messy now.” He gently took you by the chin and his thumb wiped under your lips, you knew that this action had surely smeared the lipstick more instead of cleaning it, but you didn’t mind in the least. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” You kissed his finger in reassurance before asking, “Ready for round two, Omi?” 
“I’m all yours, baby.” He stated, putting his hands behind his head to make himself comfortable on your pillow. 
“I like that.” You sat up straight again on his lap and picked up the red lipstick you had left on your nightstand. 
Kiyoomi watched with a smitten smile how you applied more lipstick on your lips, getting ready for another round of kisses that he was more than willing to receive.
“You still think this is a waste of lipstick?” You questioned as you leaned in to leave a kiss on his jaw 
“Maybe.”
You gasped dramatically and Kiyoomi let out a chuckle. 
“But I always can buy you more, you know.” He added and took your hand in his to leave a kiss on your knuckles. “As long as you waste it on me.” 
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omi-boshi · 30 days
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period cramps and a little bit of pining
your best friend omi comes over to take care of you during your period
tags: no plot just gratuitous fluff and yearning word count: 2.2k
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through the haziness that comes from just waking up, you hear the muffled sound of knocking, followed by the click of the door unlocking. you poke your head out from under the covers, curious. the sound of footsteps and rustling just outside your bedroom door fill the space and truthfully, you should be more worried that a stranger has seemingly broken into your apartment. however, the lack of angry growling from your sweet great pyrenees and screams of bloody murder from the stranger soothe the concern that tries its damnest to rise above your grogginess. you stay quiet, curled up on your side, head still peeking out. the continuing muffled sounds almost lulling you to sleep, your eyes falling close. that's how kiyoomi finds you.
he pushes the bedroom door open. quietly, he pads over to the bed and crouches just beside where he can see your face. the concerned furrow between his brows softens slightly as he takes in your sleepy form. he debates waking you up, not wanting to disturb the sleep you're finally getting after a night dealing with cramps of the worst kind. he wishes nothing more than to indulge you as he always does but as your closest friend, he knows you have yet to get up and eat. and that takes priority. cautiously, he runs his fingers through your hair and down your cheek which you turn into, seeking the warmth radiating from his skin. the subconscious action disarms kiyoomi. he has to fight through the thumping in his heart to call your name until you finally start waking up. he watches as you rouse from your sleep, grumbling through the whole motion. it tugs a small smile up his lips. your eyes flutter open and the seconds that follow are punctuated by the stillness of the air as you stare up at him, slowly processing his presence. your eyes travel up his figure. the mask dangling from his right ear. the hoodie he wears — the one you usually steal from him. the fuzzy socks you got him for Christmas. the worn sweatpants you've told him many times to replace and yet he never does because it looks fine, you remember him arguing at some point. the memory of it makes you smile. your gaze trails to the soft curve of his lips, the moles partially covered by his damp messy hair — he must have showered before he came from practice — before finally landing on his eyes that quietly watch you. "hi," you finally whisper in what feels like eons. voice scratchy from disuse. "hey, sleepy head," he says just as softly, mirth coloring his tone. "what are you doing here?" "you texted me last night. did you forget?" you hum in confusion, sitting up slowly and pulling your arm from under the covers to look for your phone.
to omi!!! :] Yesterday 10:43 PM
omiii com e over tmrw :((( - from omi!!! :] Yesterday 10:44 PM
You okay? - from omi!!! :] Yesterday 10:44 PM
I have practice in the morning but I can come over after. Is that alright?
- to omi!!! :] Yesterday 11:07 PM
that work s yes!!! and im okya, just kinda in pain and loopy from the meds and sticky ;-; - to omi!!! :] Yesterday 11:07 PM
everything hurts n i cant sleep on my back but it's ok see u tmrw! - from omi!!! :] Yesterday 11:08 PM
It's that time, huh? - from omi!!! :] Yesterday 11:08 PM
Get some rest. I'll be there as soon as I can.
"oh," you mumble, as you scroll through your messages. "i thought I was dreaming." you put your phone down to look kiyoomi in the eyes, a tilt to your head. "i'm glad you actually came though." kiyoomi breathes in deeply, heart thumping so loud — at this point he's sure you can hear it. but of course, you are none the wiser as you continue peering down at him, sleepy smile on your face.
"of course, i would." he returns the smile. “anyway, i didn’t know what you wanted since you didn’t reply to me all morning.” he pulls out a paper bag that was sitting behind him. “so, i just got a bit of everything.” in your curiosity, you sit up straighter to look at the bag kiyoomi has brought. he starts pulling out its contents and showing them off to you with a dorky grin that grows the more items he shows you. there were donuts, churros, chocolates, cookies, mochi, bread of all variations, and a singular bottle of the tea drink you've been raving to him about the past month. "kiyoomi!" you yell, doubling over in laughter. "i can't eat all of this!" "well, good thing there's two of us," he rolls his eyes, grin still on his face. "in my defense, i didn't know what to get." which is a lie. sort of. because everything he got were things you mentioned craving the days leading up to this week. not that you needed to know that of course. "you'd ruin your diet for me, omi?" you pout, eye glimmering in amusement. "that's so sweet! come here!" you reach out to pinch his cheeks, cooing how your omi is the sweetest and kindest person there is and that people would know that more if you stop looking so grumpy, you idiot.he feels his ears flush and he pushes you — nudges, really — to the side, grumbling something about ungrateful spoiled brats. but he can't bring himself to actually chide you for it, not when you're high in spirits right now and he knows how the littlest things could set you off. he wants you happy for as long as your period lets you which isn't long; fickle as your moods are at these times. "alright, alright." he chuckles. "go freshen up and let's get some real food in you first before we eat the sweets," he stands up from his kneeling position on the floor, hand on your arm to pull you up, grunting as he does so. you groan as if remembering why he was here in the first place. you flop helplessly on the bed, boneless, unwilling to leave the inviting warmth of the blankets. "nooo," you whine, purposely obnoxious just to irk him enough to let you go. "i know what you're doing." he tugs again. "it's not gonna work." it's a losing battle, one that you fought valiantly 'til the end. your whining doesn't work and only ends with you thrown over his shoulder. you yelp, thumping his back with your fists in protest as he makes his way through the living room where your dog sees you both and follows you to the bathroom.
kiyoomi gently puts you down, righting your crumpled shirt. he chuckles at the look you send him. to him, you look about as threatening as a baby chick but he rightfully stays quiet. not taking any chances with your knees so close to his crotch. "there are some pads in the cabinet that i bought," he pauses to fix your hair that got messy from being upside down. "it's the kind you always have." you grumble out a thanks, still a bit peeved from being carried out of bed. kiyoomi was right, of course — you do need to freshen up — but you can still give him trouble for it. you're bleeding out and you feel all weird, sue you, right? "while you're here, i'll go heat up the food i got you — it's korean, by the way — and feed snowball too then we can do whatever you want after. sound good?" kiyoomi tilts his head towards you to see your face.
you don't answer immediately, still stubbornly holding on to the frustration of being forcefully pulled out of bed. but just like most things are with kiyoomi, it's a losing battle. again.
it doesn't take you long before you drop the pretenses and meet his gaze. what you see makes the fight in you leave all in one go. his gaze is warm with mirth and... something else. you don't know what it is but it makes you feel shy being at the receiving end of it. you are suddenly conscious of how sloppy you must look right now even though you know kiyoomi would not mind. in your rising embarrassment, you usher kiyoomi out of the bathroom, eyes not meeting his. snowball, who's just so happy to be there, follows kiyoomi out the door. a muffled boof! sounding through the door once you get it shut. you get your wits together and freshen up, taking extra time to deal with the flush on your cheeks that just won't disappear. kiyoomi is taking out the last of the food from the microwave as you come out of the bathroom, livelier now that you've washed your face. he greets you with a smile and calls you to the dining table. lunch is far calmer, a nice change of pace after the hectic ordeal of getting you out of bed. the strange shyness from earlier is forgotten temporarily as you both talk about nothing and everything; how volleyball practice went, how his courses are going, about the new show you wanted to watch with him. once you start feeling the cramps come up again, kiyoomi catches the change in your expression and decides it's time to go back to bed. he hands you the pill you take to treat the cramps and a glass of water. you give him a grateful smile and he ruffles your hair in return.
"go back to bed. i'll be there in a sec," he says, no room for argument. you feel a bit guilty not helping with the cleanup and you tell him as much. he only snorts and tells you it's fine and that it's what i'm here for.
it doesn't do much to abate your guilt but with the cramps only getting worse, there's not much of a choice to be made.
when kiyoomi comes back, he sees you curled up under the covers, eyes shut in pain. he grabs the rechargeable heating pad from across the room and nudges your hand with it. it's only then that you open your eyes.
"hi," you mutter, attempting to smile. "the medicine hasn't kicked in yet." you grab the offered heating pad. "hey, guess we're not watching that show then?" kiyoomi murmurs, knowing full well that you would want to sleep the ache away. you give him an apologetic smile which he only waves off. "i really wanted to watch it too," you mourn. "it's fine. we can watch it another time." he smiles kindly. the silence that follows is somewhat cautious, neither one sure where to go from here. usually, you would have invited kiyoomi into bed by now and he would groan his protest before reluctantly joining you, all the while you would be teasing him about it. but the shyness from before overtakes you and kiyoomi is unusually hesitant as well, eyes darting and feet shuffling in place.
he is the first to break the silence. "i'll head to the living room so you can sleep, okay?" he begins turning away from you. at his words, you hastily sit up. "omi," you call out. he looks to you, head tilted to let you know he's listening. you can barely hold eye contact as the next words stumble through your lips. "um, the-the heating pad falls off when i sleep on my side and, and you know how i can't sleep on my back because the bleeding would leak," you look away from his gaze. "do you... do you mind helping me?"
kiyoomi turns around, regarding you curiously. "and what do you want me to do?" knowing that words will fail you, you silently flip the covers and pat the space beside you. kiyoomi exhales and cautiously takes his spot on the bed, as if this is the first time he's done this. it makes you snort; your shyness and his hesitance, it's ridiculous. and yet you're unable to soothe your increasing heartbeat.
"and then?" kiyoomi asks, quietly.
shaking off the anxiety that's starting to take hold of you, you nudge his shoulder, urging him to lie down beside you. you turn your back towards him, reaching for his hand and slowly guiding it down to lay flat on the heating pad pressing to your lower abdomen. you swear you hear the sharp intake of breath over your shoulder; whether from the temperature of the heating pad or the action itself, you don't know.
kiyoomi is quick on the uptake and lays his palm fully on the pad. it takes you by surprise when he pulls you towards his chest that you can't help the little gasp you let out. "like this?" he asks, almost teasingly. the hesitance from before melting away from his tone. unfortunately for you, it does menacing things to your heart.
with your heart seizing in your chest, you hum your affirmative and relax in his hold. kiyoomi pulls up the covers on both of you and adjusts so that your head rests on his other arm. with the soft thump-thump of his heartbeat combined with the warmth from the heating pad and his body, you are slowly lulled to sleep. "we should talk about this, you know?" you hear just as you are on the brink of sleep and you only hum in response. you hear him chuckle, or rather feel the vibrations of it. And then lastly, a kiss to your hair. "another time then."
what comes after will be dealt with another time. for now, you will enjoy each other's warmth.
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i wrote this on a whim because im currently bleeding out and everything hurts so bad and i wish i had an omi to take care of me ;;;;; I've got a more planned out fic that i can't wait to get out there i swear ;;;; pls take this crappy peace offering for now
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hxltic · 10 months
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sry (not sry) we’re back to big muscle sakusa
• def picks you up any chance he gets
• He works through relationships in that “I know you’re an independent woman but i’m going to spoil you anyway” mindset. manhandles you like you aren’t grown
• I say this all the time but quite literally sweeps you off your feet. you came home from a bad day at work and besides cradling you the second you walk through the door, he scoops you up bridal style for the journey to your shared bedroom.
• i wasn’t going to add this but sakusa loves pussy. especially eating it. so he’ll crouch with your back to the wall, throw both your legs over his shoulders, and rise gently to go at you that way. Or, there will be no wall, and he’ll just throw you up from under your shoulders, catch your thighs, and rotate his arms to press you up to his mouth while you hold his head. With two large palms now pressed against your lower back—trust, you are safe and he will suck the soul out of you
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forusomimiya · 11 months
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Virgin!Sakusa didn't need to watch porn to masturbate, in fact, he hated it. He just needed to get his head in gear to imagine you in his and get a cumshot in less than a minute.
Virgin!Sakusa swore and swore he wouldn't fuck you until you, the non-virgin, were ready. Until then he used a pillow to jerk off while imagining you on his bed, with an incredible view of your ass and of you begging for more.
Virgin!Sakusa's first time was so unimaginable that he got hard every time he thought about the white liquid forming at the base of his cock every time you bounced on it.
"Look at you, you're making a fucking mess on my cock. Don't stop please, don't do it."
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suashii · 11 months
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୨♡୧ THE MAN WHO HUNG THE MOON — sakusa kiyoomi x reader. sfw. fluff. dad!sakusa.
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the sound of sleepy giggles from down the hall makes a smile tug at the corner of your lips. as you pick up the toys scattered about the living room, you picture the scene; your daughter comfy under her blanket and sakusa squeezed into the toddler bed beside her with a book of her choice in his hands. he’s probably changing his voice with each character just the way she likes, tickling her tummy every time she laughs so that the joyous sound is prolonged. little moments like these, ones that warrant you a glimpse into their daddy-daughter time never fail to make your heart swell.
the noise from the back dies down a few minutes later and the quiet click of a door closing tells you that your husband has finished putting the girl to bed. you’re almost finished cleaning up the toys left behind in the living when sakusa wraps his arms around you from behind, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. he doesn’t give you time to savor the feel of him before he’s gone, leaning down to aid you in tidying up.
you shoot him a petulant look that he can’t see as you reach down to pick up the doll by your feet. you have every intention of tossing it in the bin with the rest of your daughter’s things but before you can, you realize that you don’t recognize it. your eyebrows knit together in confusion as you meet sakusa at the toy bin. “when did you get her this?”
“a few days ago,” he replies upon seeing it. in all honesty, he had meant to put the doll away before you returned home. now that the cat is out of the bag, he might as well be entirely transparent. “and i actually got it for me.”
“like, got it for you so the two of you could play together?” you eye him curiously with your question. you’re sure that’s what he meant but, without context, the statement produces an entertaining image in your head of the man playing with toys even in the absence of your daughter.
“not really,” sakusa admits, and he can see a sparkle of interest swimming in your gaze. the real reasoning behind the purchase is nothing to be embarrassed about but he still hesitates to spit it out. he’d hoped that you would see the result before you could ask about the process.
“sakura told me she likes the way you put her hair in two braids so i bought the doll to practice.” he turns the doll in your hands so that you can see what he’s taken away from the youtube tutorials in the past few days. it’s a lot better than his first attempt but sakusa thinks he could use a few more sessions to hone the skill before surprising sakura with the style.
you survey his work on the synthetic hair. it’s not bad by any means. the braids are a little loose, but you can clearly see all of the effort he’s put in. you glance up to meet his onyx gaze and offer him a smile. “you’re cute. but why didn’t you just ask me? i would have been more than happy to teach you.”
the thought had passed sakusa’s mind when the girl had first told him that she preferred the way you did her hair but he had convinced himself that the task was something he could easily do on his own. it’s not that he feels like he’s above asking for help, though, he does feel like you’re busy enough with work of your own. the last thing he wanted to do was worry you with this—something he should be entirely capable of.
“you already have so much on your plate, i thought i could take care of this on my own.” sakusa takes the doll from your hands and places it with the rest of the toys in the wooden chest before closing it. 
it’s hard to believe that this is the same man that expressed doubts about whether or not he’d be a good dad before your daughter arrived. every day since then, he’s proven that his anxieties about being a parent were misplaced. sakura looks at him with stars in her eyes, like he’s the very person that hung the moon—a lot like you’re looking at him now.
you interlace your fingers with his slim ones, giving his hands a comforting squeeze as you boost yourself up on the tips of your toes to press your lips against his in a soft kiss. his breath is minty, likely from brushing his teeth with sakura not too long ago. you pull away with a smile, bumping the tip of your nose against his before returning to your normal height. “she’s going to love when you do her hair.”
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i6eyes · 2 years
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contains: nsfw, mentions of dildo, glass dildo, fem!reader sends a nude vid, creaming <33, angel as petname
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sakusa doesn't like the idea of toys.
why would you need them? a hopeless silicone in a form of a dick wouldn't give you real pleasure is what he says. never will he admit that it tainted his pride when you asked him to buy you a toy, was he not doing .. good? he always made sure to make you cum before he does, always made sure to leave you shaking in overstimulation to the point of almost being deaf for a moment. he knows that he's pretty big too, so did you really need something bigger? you can barely take all of him either way. so why?
you responded to all of his wonderings with a video.
3:33, 3 minutes and 33 seconds of you bullying the prettiest glass dildo he's ever seen in his life into your already creaming cunt. a stream of white follows the valley of your ass, leaving a pool of mess underneath you. your face isn't visible in the video, but he can imagine the way your lips falls open to a silent scream, can practically see your eyes rolling back as you came around the toy. and god did his dick jumped when you pulled out the glass dildo. you look angelic, a gallop of cum drips out of your poor cunt as you come down from your high, your labored breathing being the last thing he heard as the video ended. 
since then, he uses the damned dildo to prep you for his dick. it would be a miracle if you didn't cum at least twice, but that's okay, sakusa only likes the best for his sweet angel. <3
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kiwanopie · 1 year
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Hello
How are you?
How would lord crime Kyoomi react when he knew that now - after the heated honeymoon- he is expecting 🙊
Thank you ❤️
If he found out you were pregnant with his baby?
There’s a very specific indication you find, that usually signals when your doting criminal kingpin husband is about to cry. He doesn’t do it often. Sometimes it’s just hearing him silently weep in the shower, or feeling his tears soak into the fabric of your sleep shirt on those particularly gruesome nights, but you usually know when he’s about to do it. Regardless of how he might try to remain inconspicuous.
First it’s a sniffle. A wet little intake of breath usually tailed by frantic blinking. He usually ducks his head or tries to turn his back, in worse cases he just opts to bury his face in his hands to maintain some semblance of dignity. - A few hushed curses, pained twitch of the brow, and a loss at where to put his hands; try as he might, he attempts to hold himself back but then it comes:
The hiccup.
There’s a pregnancy test buried in his bathroom trash can.
Which was already cause to turn frantic and teary-eyed, especially when he knows you’ve been in and out of sickness these few weeks since returning from your honeymoon. It looks like you tried to hide it under some gathered tissue. Face down at the bottom of the bin and he’s only lucky he caught that tronic plastic he assumed was a discarded thermometer at first. In any other case he’d be mortified at the idea of rifling through a trash can, but he dives in without so much as thinking twice. Knocking the poor thing on its side as he snatches the little lodge out of the bin and gapes at those automated letters.
“Pregnant.”
You’re having his baby.
Concerned wife that you are, you rush into your joint bathroom at what sounds like genuine sobbing from the door of your bedroom. First thing you think is that something awful happened; maybe a bust at his office, maybe an unanticipated call from his father. But you rush in like you’re worried he’s dying, and you barely get the chance to barge in the bathroom before you’re nearly tripping over.
Kiyoomi’s tall and solid, even from his knelt position on the bathroom floor. His arms are stable and unavoidable, they’re wrapped around your lower torso before you can even realize they are. Kneeling before you and holding onto your waist for dear life, you card your fingers through his hair as his tears stain through the front of your dress.
You peep the tipped over trash can and immediately start to sweat. “Why didn’t… Why didn’t you tell me..?”
“I was waiting to tell you at dinner.” You lie instead of telling him you were still debating on whether to keep it or not. “I’m just-… I was nervous.”
You can feel his eyebrows furrow against your lower stomach. “Wha- Did you not think I’d want it?”
You didn’t think he could handle it. This guy already loves you to a degree that’s - in its best light - a little startling. Fawning over you like you get newer everyday and scaring himself gray at the prospect of ever losing you, you can’t so much as step a foot outside without at least ten of his drones hovering over you like clock work. ~ Yesterday you stumbled during a trek to the garden and not even a second later was he calling you on your cell, chiding you for not being more careful of the roots and sending one of his men to pick the jasmines for you.
So, you and a baby? You, barefoot, pregnant, and vulnerable? Holding a physical representation of all the love he’s felt and given to you. You and an heir that’ll be equal parts him and equal parts you and probably all he's ever wanted in the world besides having you all to himself. He’d go crazy. He wouldn’t let you leave the house, or so much as step a foot off of the bed without a palanquin lifting you up immediately after. - And when that baby comes?
Oh, god when that baby comes. “I didn’t want to overwhelm you,” You say. “I know you’ve been busy with work, and you already worry so much. I was afraid a baby would only add more pressure.”
“Angel,” Kiyoomi finally starts to rise on his feet. Cupping your cheeks as he guides your head up at him and meets you with the kind of gaze that says he’s far gone. “Baby, you-… I don’t even know what to say. Pressure? My fucking god-“
He kisses you swiftly, and then again, and then two more times for good measure. “We’re having a baby. You made me a father. I don’t- I can’t even describe how happy you’ve made me.”
“I love you,” a fifth kiss, this time a little slow, next one a little tender. Wetting your cheeks with his that are still damp and finally forgoing his kisses for a tight embrace that submerges you in him. Kiyoomi rubs you down your head and back so earnestly that you almost wanna purr. He’s nothing if not a master at making you feel like the best thing in the world. “I love you and I can't thank you enough. You’re giving me a child.”
You start to tear up a little at his praise and the way his voice breaks as he lauds you like you’re heaven. You're not sure if it's the hormones or the treatment that's choking you up like this, but it's overwhelming to say the least. “I love you too, Kiyoomi. So much.”
“So much.” He parrots. And he sniffles as you melt into him.
He’s truly never letting you out of his sight.
He's truly never letting you out of his sight.
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mavrintarou · 7 days
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[1:52 PM] Sakusa Kiyoomi
I'm a day late - but I wasn't satisfied with all my drafts. Happy belated birthday to this cutie!
Warning: funny misunderstanding & smut (18+)
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Kiyoomi watched Y/n dance her heart out with Alice, his twelve-year-old niece on the dance floor to one of their favorite KPOP songs. Alice was born a dancer and at an early toddler age, was inspired by KPOP and has been in dance classes and competing since she was five. The moment he told Alice that his girlfriend was a professional dancer, she challenged Y/n to a dance-off, not believing her uncle or Y/n.
Of course, Y/n proved to Alice, earning her respect and honor. They became best friends after that with Y/n taking Alice as her disciple.
When Kiyoomi had first met Y/n and as they exchanged information about themselves, he couldn’t picture the sweet girl in front of him to be an ex-professional dancer. It wasn’t that he did not believe her, it was just that he did not peg her as a dancer.
On their first date, she wore a knee-length skirt with a white button-up shirt tucked tidily with an oversized cardigan over and some brown scuffed loafers. She looked like the kind of girl who would spend her entire day in a coffee shop in Paris.
Not the girl who knew the choreography to BTS’ songs or just about any KPOP song he had randomly suggested, she knew the dance moves or could learn it within an hour.
Y/n refused to show him any videos and he couldn’t find any either when he searched for her.
He began to beg her to show him some moves when they were alone one night.
“Please,” he looked up at her with soft begging eyes.
She inhaled sharply before standing up, whipping off her cardigan, and walking over to his small portable Bluetooth speaker. Her back was to him as she paired her phone to the device and Kiyoomi’s living room boomed with upbeat music that he often heard at the club.
Y/n turned around and stalked towards him.
Kiyoomi swallowed, sitting up straight, and watched with attentive eyes. His jaw slightly dropped as Y/n stepped in front of him with her back towards him and slowly lowered herself down until she seated on his lap and began rocking her ass against his crotch.
God, she was giving him a lap dance.
She reached for his hands and placed them on her waist before guiding them up to her breasts. Her hips moved with the beat of the music, making him feel every bit of her.
Y/n leaned forward and rocked along the length of his thighs before shaking her ass before him.
“Oh, fuck… Y/n…” he was at a loss for words.
She turned around and straddled his lap before reaching for her shirt and tugging it off. She reached for his hands again and slid them inside her sports bra, his palm pressed against her warm soft tits.
“Y/n,” Kiyoomi gasped, looking at her with dark eyes. “Shit… I need you… kiss me please…” He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.
Y/n met his eager lips, moaning softly. Her fingers reached his waistband and he lift his hips so she could tug his joggers down enough to free his hardened cock. Her hands clasped around his cock, squeezing and stroking him.
Kiyoomi pulled his hands away from her tits to pull down her yoga pants.
Pushing away from him, Y/n stands up to kick off her garments before sitting back down on his lap, now grinding skin on skin.
Kiyoomi’s thighs tremble pathetically as if this is their intimate session.
After what seemed like an eternity, Y/n lifted her ass and reached for his cock, aligning it with her pussy before settling down.
Her soft moan was enough for him to cum. With her warm pussy wrapped around his cock, he became a puddle of mush at her hands.
His fingers dug into her hips, begging for her to move yet at the same time, holding her still as he wanted to savor the euphoric feeling of her. Y/n has recently gone on birth control, giving them the freedom to have condom-less sex. Giving Kiyoomi the freedom to cum inside her.
Rocking her hips slowly, Y/n turned to look over her shoulder. “Faster? Or slower?”
Kiyoomi could hardly control his breath, let alone his mind. He wanted both but couldn’t find his voice.
“Okay then, I’ll just take the lead…” Y/n’s voice is teasing. She continued to rock and roll her hips to the sound of the music, which had become deaf to Kiyoomi’s ears. His eyes are locked and concentrated on how Y/n was bouncing on his cock.
His eyes shut and a low grunt vibrates from his throat. He was close but he wanted them to cum together.
Kiyoomi’s grip on her waist tightened as he still her movement so he could take control. He pumped into her pussy, thrusting hard and fast.
Y/n lost her balance and fell backwards, landing her weight on him but Kiyoomi didn’t mind. He easily lifted her to continue to keep pounding into her pussy, his right hand hiked her right leg higher while his left hand found her clit, rubbing it fast.
“Omi!”
Growling, Kiyoomi restrained himself until Y/n came first and he second. Her walls fluttered around his cock, squeezing and milking him.
Setting her leg down, he wrapped his arms around her, locking her to him as he breathed in her scent.
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Everyone has a past they don’t speak of. Not Kiyoomi, but he thinks he can understand why Y/n refused to allow him to see any videos of her dancing. He struggled to comprehend the idea of witnessing her dance so intimately with another man, other than himself.
If it were any other woman, he doubted he would overlook her past or former career.
Yet, he discovered himself forgiving Y/n and still desiring her, despite her past as an exotic dancer.
But he needed to talk to her about it, it was eating him up.
After two weeks of contemplating how he would broach the subject, he eventually sat down with Y/n one evening.
“I need to get this off my chest,” Kiyoomi kept his eyes on her, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable at all. At the very least, she looked at him confused yet patiently waiting for him to continue. “I want to be transparent and tell you that I can look past your exotic dancing career but I don’t ever want you to return to that kind of –“
“What? Hold on, Omi…”
“No, please let me finish,” he silenced her, reaching for her hands and holding them. “I have never felt so assured about someone until I met you and now I understand when people say that the moment you meet your person, you are willing to do everything for them. I am willing to do anything for you, but all I ask is for you to never return to that kind of job again. I will do my best financially support you and if there is anything else… aside from exotic dancing… I will fully support you.” He exhaled deeply, looking deeply into her eyes. “I love you, Y/n.”
Y/n’s eyes shimmered before she tightly shut them, then let out a brief giggle before erupting into laughter.
She lunged herself at him, hugging him. “Oh, my Omi… I love you too.” She felt him relax, his arms wrapping around her. Y/n leaned back and cupped his face, “but you are so silly, Omi. And I think I just loved you even more.”
Kiyoomi didn’t receive her message, but it didn’t matter to him. All that mattered was that she loved him.
“I’m not an exotic dancer at all,” she clarified, giggling as her shoulders trembled. “I’m a professional dancer, but not an exotic dancer in the slightest. What gave you that impression?”
His expression shifted instantly as he grasped her message. “Wait, you’re not an exotic dancer?”
Y/n shook her head.
“But you gave me – you gave me a lap dance…”
The room filled with only Y/n’s laughter. “Oh Omi, you asked me to show you some moves and that’s why I gave you a lap dance, not that I’m an exotic dancer.” She threw her arms around his neck, squeezing him. “You’re so funny! Is that why you have been pouty all week?” She leaned back to look at his face.
His brows knitted, “you noticed?”
Pressing a kiss to his forehead, the tip of his nose and lips. “Of course, I wanted you to be comfortable to talk to me.”
His hands rest loosely around her waist. “Those moves were incredible, I’ve never had a lap dance before and afterwards all I could think about was that… you were an exotic dancer and that’s why you didn’t want me to see your videos.”
Y/n grabbed her phone and searched for something before turning her screen sideways.
For the next ten minutes, she showed him various videos of her competition and Kiyoomi was awed, shocked that the woman in the video dancing amazingly was the same on his lap.
Kiyoomi leaned back against the couch and covered his eyes, embarrassed. “I can’t – I can’t believe I thought you were an exotic dancer...” he looked at her, “so… have you given anyone else a lap dance before?”
Leaning against his chest, Y/n shook her head, “nope, you were the first.’
“And last? And only?”
“Last and only,” Y/n assured, kissing his pretty lips.
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E/n: Kiyoomi in love is something else.
>>> @queenelleee @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @cloud-lyy
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popkorrn · 2 years
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sakusa took off his jacket and draped it over your sleeping figure wordlessly.
you stirred slightly at the additional weight of the fabric over your shoulders. opening your eyes groggily, you blinked a few times to adjust to the glaring brightness of the lights in the bus. tugging the jacket closer to your body, you turned to the curly haired boy sitting next to you with a sleepy but perplexed glance.
"you looked cold." sakusa explained, biting back a smile at the way you wrapped his jacket tighter around yourself.
a drowsy grin slowly spread across your features when his familiar and comforting scent engulfed you whole. "thanks." you whispered gratefully.
"don't fall alseep." sakusa said softly when he noticed your eyelids threatening to fall again. you glanced at him with half closed eyes, tilting your head in confusion.
"your stop is next."
"oh..." you trailed off, your tired mind taking a few more seconds to comprehend his statement. "then," you muttered quietly under your breath, removing his warm jacket and exposing yourself to the cool air of the bus. with your best attempt at folding it neatly, you handed it back to him.
"thanks for the jacket, omi." you smiled, expecting him to take it back with a comment about how your germs had contaminated it now.
"keep it."
"huh?" you stared at sakusa in bewilderment.
sakusa froze in silence, his heartbeat raising with every passing second. he mentally cursed at himself for letting his internal thoughts slip through his mouth so carelessly.
"your germs are all over it." he said quickly, hoping you were too tired to notice the slight panic in his voice. tearing his gaze away from yours, he fiddled with the hem of his shirt nervously.
you huffed, scrunching your nose to pretend that you're offended by his statement. "i have far less germs than you," you retorted, "you're all sweaty from practise."
sakusa let out a breath of relief that he didn't even know he was holding in. it was at times like this he was thankful that you were painfully oblivious to his feelings for you.
"but i don't wear it during practise."
"fine." you sighed in defeat. you knew there was no point in arguing with the sakusa kiyoomi about hygiene. when the bus slowly rolled to a stop, you hopped off with the jacket folded in your arms and a promise that you would make sure to wash his jacket before you return it.
much to your surprise, he refused to take back the jacket the next morning. he simply told you that he doesn't want it anymore. because of your germs, he claims, and definitely not because of the way you made his heart flutter with how absolutely adorable you looked in his jacket.
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gabseyoo · 1 year
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MWAH — SAKUSA KIYOOMI
content: fem!reader, established relationship. word count: 0,5k.
note: do you know this scene from the boys? it was the inspiration.
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“Will you pick me up at the airport tomorrow?” Kiyoomi asked, holding his phone between his ear and shoulder as he put on his sneakers. 
“Of course I will, I can’t risk you being kidnapped by a cab.” Kiyoomi’s smile at your words was hidden by his face-mask, but even so, the gleam in his eyes gave him away to his teammates, who were pretty quiet since his phone rang two minutes ago. 
And they weren’t just doing it so he wouldn’t have trouble hearing you amidst the mess in the locker room—he wished they were that respectful—they were doing it to hear him talk to you. How to blame them? It was the first time they heard Kiyoomi speak without his ‘I wish they’d all die’ voice. They even looked at each other and whispered things like, ‘Are we hearing this right?’ ‘He’s whipped.’ ‘I never thought I’d hear him say petnames.’ 
“I just wanted to make sure. I can’t wait to see you.” He said already holding the phone in his hand to stand up.
“Me neither. I miss you so much.” 
“I miss you too.” Kiyoomi replied in a sweet tone and only looked askance at Atsumu when he snorted, causing him to immediately shut up and pitifully pretend to be looking for something in his sports bag. Honestly, the twin was only amused because he never imagined Sakusa talking like that. 
He sighed when he heard the coach’s voice rushing them, and as much as he liked talking to you, he had to end the call. “Doll, I need to finish getting ready. I’ll call you after the game, okay?”
“Okay. Good luck, baby. I’ll be watching you on TV, try to look pretty for me.” Kiyoomi didn’t notice how his teammates looked at each other, puzzled to hear him laugh. 
“I don’t need to try.” 
“If you say so…” You said in a singsong tone that made him frown, but before he could ask what you meant—because of course that he always looks pretty—, you spoke again, “Well. Finish getting ready, I don’t want you to get scolded. I love you. Mwah.” 
“Bye, doll. Love you too.” Even when it sounded like a good end of the call, he knew he was missing something, and he knew you knew it, which is why he didn’t hang up right away. Instead, he glanced sideways at his teammates to make sure they didn’t hear him, because he knew they’d laugh at what he was about to do, and he clearly didn’t want that— but your next words reminded him that he couldn’t escape this one. 
“Kiyoomi, and my kiss?” 
Shit. He would never deny you a kiss. 
“Sorry, babe, I got distracted.” Kiyoomi closed his eyes, psyching himself up and wondering for a second why he didn’t answer the call outside, “I’m hanging up, okay? I love you. Mwah.” 
Unfortunately, they heard him, and very well. 
Atsumu’s laughter was immediate. But it wasn’t until Sakusa turned to look annoyingly at his teammates that everyone burst out laughing.
“Fuck you all.”
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+ note: it's something short but i needed to get it out of my mind cuz since i saw that scene i only thought of writing something like that for kiyoomi (i'm obsessed with him). i hope you like it <3.
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omi-boshi · 2 years
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big scary olympic athlete sakusa kiyoomi yelling for you in the other room with so much urgency you find yourself rushing over in worry thinking he got into an accident. only to see your big scary olympic athlete husband crouching on the chair with his eyes tracking the movement of a tiny cockroach. "please help me," he would plead breathlessly, hands posed to shield himself from the offensive bug and you would be rolling your eyes in fond exasperation as you make your way over.
"it's just a tiny bug, omi. it's not gonna kill you." you'd say, about to stomp on the tiny cockroach when it suddenly jerks and flies directly towards you. it's almost hilarious how the color drains so fast from both your faces - if only it wasn't a life or death situation. both of you scream in unison and with the adrenaline pumping through your veins, you run up to kiyoomi and he immediately catches you with a grunt before he starts sprinting all the way out of the room, both of you spitting out strings of curses in your panic.
he brings you both to the couch and now, it's you and your big scary olympic athlete husband clutching each other for dear life, as you argue over who's going to kill the big scary cockroach.
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noirflms · 8 months
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୧ ˚₊ LUCKY RITUAL — sakusa kiyoomi
it’s your and his thing before he goes to stand on the court and win the game.
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kiyoomi is not an affectionate man, yet he had his heart out to you – all yours to keep. he isn’t a big fan of his love in the public, a rather private escapade is what love is to him. from kisses he steals from you away from the eyes of the paparazzi in the bounds of your shared home is love to him – not the way that miya atsumu has a new girl on his arm every now and then.
it was not easy for you to make the man open up to you. it was way difficult that you had thought it will be. he was sheltered, a boy bound to his very own bubble and not letting anyone enter it. he hated when anyone crossed this bubble of his – even his cousin komori was cautious of it.
it was not in him let someone in so easily. he was a man within his walls, a man who didn’t like others to enter in them. but that changed when he met you.
you were rather eccentric and quite the opposite of him. you were open when he was so hard to read, you loved people and he hated them. you were like the sun while he was the moon and he wasn’t far away from this ideal prospect which he had created in his mind. to him – you were never meant to be his, yet here he is now, surrounded by his teammates in the locker rooms who kiss their partners with a goal to win in mind.
“ you’re thinking too hard , omi. ” he is brought of his stupor at the sound of your voice. you stand beside him with his hand holding onto yours. he has no heart to let go yet and you make out when his grip on your hand turn tighter and you don’t miss the chance to squeeze it in reassurance.
“ you make me think too hard. ” he musters, his voice muffled due to the mask he wears and the words sure do make your eyes widen but you soon your lips break into a huge grin. the sound of your chuckles makes his eyes soften as he looks at you, his thumbs drawing circles on the back of your hand – a thing he does when he feels nervous around many every now and then.
“ you’ll do good. i know. ”
your words make him sigh. it’s heavy as it takes through his whole body. he washes out the noisy teammates of his as he leans down to rest his head on your shoulder. he hates the way you make him feel and he certainly hates the butterflies you give him even after all these years. he feels your fingers brush through his curly tuft of hair and another sigh of relief is released.
the sound of the loud voice of the announcer echoes through the locker room. all players of his team ready to head out, assuring their partners they’ll be fine, they’ll be good. it is then all are pouring out of the room, calls of kiyoomi’s name are said aloud, telling him to be quick, hinata waving his hand at you and so does bokuto with a huge smile on his face, atsumu being pulled by the ear by their captain as he waves at you with a pain stricken look while sakusa watches it all.
as all walk out, it is you and him that are left behind. he has hands still on your waist, he doesn’t want to move. but he knows he has to, he has to rush out their and win, be the good ol’ sakusa kiyoomi he has always been.
“ will you win? ” your voice makes his eyes turn to you, his fingers are turning to pull his mask off, and amidst the silence his lips land on yours, he gets the taste of your cherry chapstick – it is always the one you wear to his matches. it is your and his little ritual before the match, to share a kiss before he smashes his opponents in the court.
it’s a lucky ritual of his, one he never forgets to do before any match. it took him a while to turn accustomed to it, but he likes it, he likes the way he gets to kiss you with the rush of adrenaline in him before the match, he likes it when a kiss shared with you ignites him whole. he likes to kiss you is all and that he is something he’d never deny. your laugh into the kiss finding it sudden, and you know his lips would smell off your cherry chapstick as well.
“ of course, i’ve got my luck with me. ”
that is all you hear before he steals a kiss of your lips and is rushing through the hallway to his team as you laugh looking at the tall man in a hurry. he’s always been like this, yet it is you who makes him a man like this and he would never change a thing about this.
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miyasins · 2 years
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pussy enthusiast! sakusa kiyoomi who’s laid on his back, eagerly squeezing the fat of your thighs that’s perched on either side of his head as you teasingly lower your hips on his awaiting mouth, your fingers carding through the mess of his curls before giving it a harsh tug.
a satisfied moan grumbling from his throat as your juices finally hit his tongue, his grip on you tightening before nuzzling his face into your drooling pussy, tongue easily slipping between your wet folds to drink in your tangy nectar.
he’s a messy eater when it comes to you, juices running down his chin while his mind is only clouded with lust, his neglected cock twitching and straining against his dress pants. but all he’s thinking about is how much he wants to feel your cunt clenching down on his tongue and fingers, wants to hear your desperate moans as you grind your sweet pussy on his face.
he’s got his tongue flattened against your clit, let’s you ride in irregular jerks as he’s slipping two slender fingers in your sloppy entrance, thrusting them in a fast pace before he’s sucking on your puffy clit, tongue swirling around it while your high pitched whines grow louder and then he’s quickening his pace, eager to have you squirt your juices in his mouth.
sometimes sakusa is nasty about it, obnoxious slurps echoing the room when he’s eating you out, fingers squelching as he presses against the spongy spot inside you. sometimes he full on makes out with your pussy on his stomach while he’s humping the pillow between his legs, and sometimes he has a bruising grip on your thighs as he makes you bounce on his tongue like you would with his cock. it’s not his fault he’s just so addicted to your sweet little pussy that he can’t help but throw all cautions out the window.
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na0koz · 1 year
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sakusa thoughts
- changes his pjs every night. they are all the same like button up shirt and pants in like navy blue or something
- only uses over ear $500 headphones because he’s not gonna “damage his ears before he’s 50” if u ever say ur ear hurts or something he’s like It’s bc of them damn airpods
- lectures you if you drink anything other than water (he has a nearly full starbucks loyalty card(he got the card 2 weeks ago))
- his curly hair is so like . like. yk like ooouuuhh. he’s probably like those people that say they just drink water when someone asks how their skin is so clear but he’s just like “Um i just wash it idk..” but he has a drawer full of stuff for it
- does face masks with you once you beg him and tell him it will “clean” his skin better than water/cleanser
- the most luscious eyebrows sorry
- tries to get u to go places with him without saying it bc he’s embarrassed. if he’s going like to the store he’s like “ok i just won’t get anything for you. oh you’re coming now wow you’re soo desperate” he’s cheering and applauding his discreetness in his head
- cant think of what this guy listens to it’s probably like podcasts or some bs bruh
- i think he watches cooking shows but not really. like yk when you watch something but you’re just watching it bc it’s there but you’re enjoying it??? yeah he does that. if u see him watching and ur like “do u wanna make that” he’s unaware what it really is he just likes routine.
- following instructions is what he was born for. if u ask him to do something or get something he’ll remember what u said word for word and be like “next they said to do this” so cute
- against napping. he is against it fully like a father. he says stuff like “if u slept normally at night you wouldn’t need to nap” ok mr 9pm bedtime
- he got an ipad and now he forgets he has a phone. if u call him he won’t see til morning bc he watches his cooking shows then goes to sleep without checking his phone and he’s like “sorry i turned my phone off to go to sleep early” we all know ur secret omi.
- he isn’t the most physically affectionate but if you are then he can tolerate it for a bit because it’s you. he will probably ask you to get off after some time but he promises it’s not you, it’s him. he just still isn’t quite used to having someone in his space.
vivis note: Hi . Where are all the sakusa fans. should i make more texts orrrr do some hcs like suna or someone idk Help Me
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moonswolfie · 6 months
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Thawing out an icy heart
An AU where our omi is an ice skater anyone?😭 (someone said that they like this format in my reblogs so here i am)
@melonnmiru just tagging you since i thought it would be the right thing to do
also suuuper random but I downloaded neko atsume again after YEARS, it feels weird to actually understand what the title means because I've known that game since I was like 6😭
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Ice skater!Sakusa who dutifully attends practice after school and even stays late sometimes to be extra sure he's practiced a jump well enough
Ice skater!Sakusa who often gets crushed on by fangirls only for the crush to fizzle out as soon as they attempt talking to him because they're put off by his personality
Ice skater!Sakusa who's preformance keeps getting reccomended to you on Youtube so you eventually give up and watch it
Ice skater!Sakusa who you're entranced by and suddenly want to know more about
Ice skater!Sakusa who you recognise as a boy in your class from the two moles on his forehead the next day
Ice skater!Sakusa who sighs when he sees you (yet another admirer) watching him from afar since he finds them to be bothersome
Ice skater!Sakusa who you keep wanting to approach in order to compliment his preformance but always get scared off by his scary looking scowl
Ice skater!Sakusa who ends up being paired with you for a class project, giving you a perfect segue to get to know him and giving him a (seemingly) annoying fan to deal with for a month
Ice skater!Sakusa who is very pleasantly surprised by the amount of knowledge you have on ice skating once you start talkingb(you totally did not do tons of research just so you can impress him)
Ice skater!Sakusa who gets wary of you because you're suspiciously fun to talk to, even if it's something that doesn't personally interest him
Ice skater!Sakusa who you cement your feelings for during the project and keep talking to even after the project is done
Ice skater!Sakusa who is oddly distracted by thoughts of you at practice, so much so that he misses a jump he usually always gets and his coach becomes worried for him
Ice skater!Sakusa who desperately wants to deny that he's falling for you since relationships are a hassle for him (and he's got routines to practice for his tournament, no time for dates😤)
Ice skater!Sakusa who freaks out internally (and blushes externally) when you show up to his practice unnanounced one day, which doesn't go unnoticed by his coach
Ice skater!Sakusa who gets handed the theme of "first love" for his free program with no negotiation allowed
Ice skater!Sakusa who mentions attending a tournament soon and is not surprised at all when you invite yourself to it with an annoyingly adorable smile
Ice skater!Sakusa who practices the free program vigorously as always but the coach laments that "he looks like he's supressing feelings of first love and not expressing them" and that makes him go red for just a second
Ice skater!Sakusa who sees you waving to him in the crowd as he skates onto the ice on the day of the tournament
Ice skater!Sakusa who didn't really plan on it, but his feelings for you started showing themselves through his preformance, the coach smiling to himself when he noticed
Ice skater!Sakusa who finally decides to admit to himself then and there that he's in love with you and finally understands what the coach meant with "you have to express love". He dedicates his heart, his soul, his every move in this preformance to you and only you
Ice skater!Sakusa who ends the preformance, booming applause echoing through the stadium and roses from fangirls falling onto the ice, but at this moment, your cheers were the only ones which mattered to him
Ice skater!Sakusa who acts like he usually does after, listening to you talk about how much you loved the preformance with a small smile under his mask as if he didn't just make a passionate confession through ice skating
Ice skater!Sakusa who can't help but wonder if his coach picked the theme "first love" on purpouse...
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