#omi manhandling me

[mavrintarou]

Wipe Your Eyes [6]

Thank you for all your patience with me, there were some family events the last couple of weeks and sometimes it's just never ending. I hope you all have been well and here's some sweet Kiyoomi.

Warning: sweet smut, therapy session for Y/n, less angst and more fluff

Fifth part Seventh part - end

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Kiyoomi endured a few more weeks of Couvade Syndrome before he miraculously woke up one day and felt fresh and new as if nothing happened.

Y/n watched him shove food down his throat as he was finally able to eat and keep the food down. He requested things that he had never eaten before and things he has shown a dislike for, such as a chocolate cream pie. With extra whipped cream.

“You sure you don’t want any?”

Y/n shook her head with a smile, “no, I’m good.” She felt relieved that he was feeling better.

At first, she couldn’t possibly believe Kiyoomi was going through Couvade Syndrome, but everything would point to it.

The morning sickness.

The mood swings.

The fatigue.

On certain days, he would experience one or two symptoms, while on others, he would be stuck by the full array of symptoms, making it challenging to witness him cope with the effects.

The timing was a blessing in disguise as Kiyoomi was in his off-season of volleyball. Some days he would not be able to get out of bed or out of the bathroom.

“I’m so dizzy.” He mumbled when Y/n would come to check in on him. “Don’t be on your feet too long, okay?”

“Okay,” Y/n answered softly, kissing his forehead, and combing his curls out of the way. Even when he wasn’t feeling the best, he still put her before him.

Kiyoomi throws an arm over his eyes and muttered, “I’m serious.”

“I know, I won’t be on my feet for more than what the therapist ordered.” She has been going to physical therapy on her own since Kiyoomi wasn’t in the best shape to tag along. “Will it make you feel better if I come work in bed beside you?”

He glanced at her with one eye, a glimmer of hope in his gaze. “You would do that for me?” he asked. She nodded, and a small smile graced her lips, “yes, that would make me feel better.”

When she returned with her laptop to spend the rest of her work hours reviewing, he was out completely. He was shirtless with only his boxers on, he complained about being hot one second and cold the next, it was easier to just have him sleep in the least amount of clothing with the space heater set on low.

She shook her head, amused by the sound of Kiyoomi’s quiet snores. Moving as close as she could to him, she ensured there was physical contact before settling into her own comfortable position and starting her work.

A few hours later, she shut her laptop down and leaned over to set it on the nightstand. Kiyoomi was now turned towards her with an arm over her lap and one long heavy leg was thrown over hers.

Leaning over, she kissed his temple and whispered, “Omi, welfare check, how are you doing?”

She wasn’t sure if he was alert or not, but she heard his exhale and he shifted, pulling her closer.

“Yomi…?” Y/n’s voice cut off as she feels something hard pressing and rubbing against the side of her thigh.

Yearning for a sort of solace, Kiyoomi was dry humping her thigh, groaning in his sleep.

“Kiyoomi?” Y/n cupped his cheek, “hey – “

“Y/n?”

She looked at him, but his eyes remain closed, “yes?” He rolled over her, face buried into her tummy, “Omi?”

“… need… you…”

Y/n lifts his head, cupping both cheeks, “Omi, look at me, please?” He raised his head, and despite the weariness in his eyes, they gleamed with a mixture of longing and passion.

“How do you need me?” At her question, Kiyoomi rocked his bulge against her thigh.

“Please…” he rubs his face against her chest. His eyes widen as in a split second, he is on his back with Y/n straddling over his waist. She tugs off her shirt and pushes her sweatpants and panties off before tugging off his own joggers. He allowed and enjoyed Y/n manhandling him before she rocked herself against his cock, sliding along his length and driving him mad. Her wetness lubricated his girth through her rocking.

A quiet moan escaped her lips, he wasn’t even inside of her, but he felt long and thick.

He grabs her hips, digging his thumb into her skin. “No… no more teasing…”

Y/n lifts herself and Kiyoomi takes his cock and aligns it beneath her entrance and guided her down until he was fully sheath inside of her.

Kiyoomi groaned, “wait – too deep…” he tried to lift her hips, but she dropped her weight, shaking her head.

Her eyes shut tightly, biting down on her lower lip. “You’re so big…”

His hands hesitated briefly before gently shifting towards her abdomen, where their growing baby reside. He could sense the subtle transformation taking place within her body.

Y/n placed her hands on his for a split second before threading her fingers with his and began rocking her hips. “Ah… Omi…”

His face twisted in pleasure, he gasped out loud, and Y/n found his moans endearing. Kiyoomi rarely made noises during lovemaking, he panted and grunted but never a moaning mess beneath Y/n.

Y/n leaned down to kiss him, “Omi… you sound so beautiful…”

He shakes his hands free from hers and reaches around her back to undo her bra, taking off the material as it rubbed against his chest. He groped her breasts, taking in a perky nipple into his mouth while tweaking the other side.

Y/n wasn’t sure if it was the idea of pregnancy sex but every touch from Kiyoomi was sending her spark and tingles everywhere. She continued to roll her hips, hitting the deep spot within her. “Omi… I’m so close… you feel – “

“You feel amazing,” he finished and thrusts up into her.

“Omi!” Y/n cried, weight collapsing onto him. Her sensitive walls shudder around his cock as he continues to keep thrusting into her.

“Y/n!” Kiyoomi grunts, hips jerking with each ejaculation release.

.

“All you needed was some sex and now you’re feeling brand new?” Y/n teased watching Kiyoomi walk around their place in only his joggers. A vibrant flush colored his cheeks, transforming his appearance from sickly to healthy and vibrant.

No one would have suspected that an hour ago, he was in bed drained from Couvade Syndrome.

Kiyoomi was literally glowing with fully charged energy.

“Glad we found a way to fix it.” He winked at her with a smirk on his face. Winked. At. Her.

Y/n’s jaw dropped for a split second before her cheeks flushed.

. .

“Sakusa Y/n, please tell me about yourself?”

Y/n clears her throat, it was her turn to meet individually with Dr. Kitagowa. “Do you want to know like my childhood up until now?”

“Yes please.”

Taking a deep breath and exhaling, ”I am an only child. My father is full Korean while my mother is half Korean and half Japanese. I spent my childhood going back and forth between South Korea and Japan to visit my maternal grandparents up until their passing. I continue to visit occasionally and after finishing high school in South Korea, I was accepted to the university in Japan where I spent my college years here.” She eyed Dr. Kitagowa who is scribbling on their notepad. “I met Kiyoomi, my husband… during our college days.”

Her mind wandered back to memory lane.

“He…” her words cut off as she broke into a fit of giggle, remembering the first time she saw Kiyoomi. “The first time I met Kiyoomi, he was so beautiful. He still is but that was the first thing I thought when I saw him take off his mask to eat in the cafeteria.” She remembered her eyes bulging out and she was starstruck.

She nearly dropped her tray of lunch.

Every day thereafter, she would hope to catch a glimpse of him in the same spot at the same time.

She found out his name through the grapevines and that he was on the men’s volleyball team where she’s seen all their games.

Y/n was astounded by the stark contrast between the awkward guy at the lunch table and in the hallways and the one she witnessed on the court. It was hard to believe they were one and the same person.

Each day, she longed for the chance to capture his gaze.

“I would pray ‘Please look at me.’ over and over…” she sighed with a laugh. “And then one day, my club was having a bake sale and I would never expect in a million years that Kiyoomi… would come up to me and purchase some cookies,” Y/n remembers having the dumb smile on her face, the flutter in her tummy, and the excitement jitters. “I ran into him a few more times after that and then one day he asked me if I was free.” She was so stunned at his question, unsure if she was hearing it right. She didn’t want to overthink that he was asking something she was imagining. “He asked me ‘Would you like to come to my game?’… little did Kiyoomi know, I have been going to all the home games, cheering for his team.”

Y/n fiddled with her skirt, “but I couldn’t let him know that he would think I was weird or something.”

Dr. Kitagowa had a small smile on his face, “does Mr. Sakusa know now that you did, in fact, attend his games prior to him asking you?”

Y/n nodded, blushing, “yes, I told him later.”

“What happened next?”

“I went to the game, and even though it wasn’t the first game I’ve gone to… it was the first one he invited me to, so I was extremely nervous.” She remembered being upset because she couldn’t get seats close to the court and had to sit towards the top. She wished she could have gotten his phone number to text him that she was there, at the nose-bleed seats. “Of course, they won the game, and I was super… proud of him but I couldn’t find him after the game, so I went home.” The next day, she made it to the university early to try and find Kiyoomi, in which she found him.

“I came too late and got terrible seats, but I did watch you play.” She blurted the sentence under one breath. “You were amazing.” She couldn’t tell what he was thinking and felt pathetic blabbering away.

“I was looking for you.”

She looked up at him, “you were? I was there, I swear – “

Kiyoomi pulled his mask down, “I believe you.” He smiled, it was small, but he smiled.

“I always knew from the beginning, that Kiyoomi was not… a romantic man.” She sighed with a small smile on her face. “I’ve always imagined myself with a romantic man who would hold my hand in public and show public affection.” Kiyoomi was the exact opposite. She discovered that Kiyoomi wasn’t wearing a mask just because it was flu season, he wore a mask all the time unless he was in the comfort of his own home. “Nonetheless, I respected Kiyoomi’s boundaries and when we began seeing each other more and more, he finally asked me out and it was one of the best days of my life.”

Well, for her but not for those around her.

A considerable number of her friend and even her parents did not hold a favorable opinion of Kiyoomi. They didn’t like his stoic and detached personality.

“Kiyoomi is frequently misunderstood, and since we started dating, we have encountered certain challenges in our relationship.”

You don’t come out anymore.

You’ve changed since you dated Sakusa.

He has no personality.

He is so hard to have a conversation with.

Y/n looked at Dr. Kitagowa who had been silent the entire time that she rambled on about her life. She didn’t like to talk much about her parents’ dislike of Kiyoomi. “My parents… did not like nor want me to date a Japanese man because my paternal grandparents are loathing the Japanese people. My dad fell in love with a Japanese woman who was willing to give up her culture and identity to be with him.” And when Y/n fell in love with a Japanese man, her paternal grandparents made a fuss about how it was an eye-for-an-eye.

“How did Mr. Sakusa’s family feel about you?”

“They were definitely more welcoming than my family. They embraced and supported us wholeheartedly, genuinely happy for both Kiyoomi and me. I have developed a strong bond with his mother, enjoying a good and harmonious relationship with her. On the other hand, I only have occasional encounters with his father when he’s in the country.”

Dr. Kitagowa lets out a deep sigh, “are you being accused of giving up your culture and identity to be with Mr. Sakusa?”

“I grew up mostly in South Korea, but I was always more in tune with my Japanese heritage. I wouldn’t say that I’m giving up or favor one over the other.” She pressed a hand to her abdomen, “we’re expecting, and I have not yet discussed it with Kiyoomi yet, but I would love to give our child a Korean name, a middle name. I don’t have a Japanese name, Y/n, is my unofficial name given to me by my maternal grandparents.”

“What is the relationship between your husband and parents?”

Y/n lets out a shaky laugh. It was rocky. It is still rocky. “Initially, they held a negative opinion of him, and unfortunately, their perspective has remained unchained. At present, they merely tolerate his presence.”

“How does that affect you?”

“It saddens me, and I’ve been put in a situation by my parents that I would have to choose between them or Kiyoomi.” It brought tears to her eyes thinking back to that moment. “And I choose Kiyoomi because he never once made me choose.” She reached for the tissue box, dabbing her eyes. “Even through our ups and downs, I would always choose Kiyoomi.”

. .

Kiyoomi leaned against the doorway of the room that was going to be the baby’s room. He envisioned the perfect placement for the crib, dresser, and rocking chair, carefully imagining their positions in the room.

Will their baby be a boy or a girl? What color should they paint the nursery?

He sighed, regardless of if it was a boy or girl, he prayed they look like their mother.

Kiyoomi frowned, now that he thought about it, he has never seen any of Y/n’s baby or childhood photos before.

His thoughts are disrupted when hears Y/n’s return.

“Hey,” he greeted, noticing the signs of physical, emotional, and mental exhaustion etched across her face. “Are you… okay?” She finally lifts her gaze, revealing red eyes that immediately caught his attention. Without hesitation, he closed the distance between them, tenderly cupping her face in his large hands. His eyes searched hers, filled with concern and yearning for answers. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?” he asked, his voice filled with genuine worry.

She shook her head and surprised him when she leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Can you hug me, please?”

Kiyoomi’s arms enveloped her in a comforting embrace, and he tenderly placed a kiss on the crown of her head. “You never have to ask,” he whispered softly, “I’ll be there for you.”

A few minutes passed in serene silence, creating a comfortable and tranquil atmosphere.

“Can we move to the couch?” She nodded her head and Kiyoomi shuffled them to the couch without having to break their hug. He pulled her onto his lap, and she tightened her arms around his neck. He’s not sure what shook her up like this, but he was going to try and be patient and let her open up to him.

One hand rubbed her thigh, and the other hand rubbed her lower back. “Please, talk to me,” he whispered with a hint of anxiety lacing his voice. “You’re making my mind and heart race.”

Y/n pulled back and looked at him, a hand touching his cheek. “I’m sorry,” she replied, her voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and strength. “The therapy session today brought back some old wounds, but it’s nothing detrimental. It served as a reminder of how far I’ve come and how those experiences have shamed me into the person I am today.”

His dark eyes softened, and he leaned into the gentle touch of her palm. “What kind of person have you become?” he mused, a contemplative expression crossing his face.

She maintained eye contact, reflecting her soft, affectionate gaze back at him. With a small, heartfelt smile, she replied, “one that chooses you.”

Kiyoomi bit down on his lower lip to prevent it from trembling. He lets out a soft chuckle and drops his head onto her shoulder, “I love you, so much.”

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All of Kiyoomi’s teammates nervously exchange glances in silence. While their coach spoke about the upcoming season and the slight changes in training, their attention was repeatedly drawn to their teammate at the far end. It had been a few weeks since they last saw him, and they couldn’t help but feel perplexed by the profound transformation in Sakusa Kiyoomi.

Kiyoomi.

Out in public.

Without a mask.

Atsumu is the first to dare speak when the coach dismissed them to begin warmup, “Omi-Omi… do… you need a mask?”

“No, I have some, thanks though.” His brow raised at the team, “why are you guys acting like this is the first time you’ve guys seen my face?”

Shoyo chuckles, “well Sakusa-san, this is the first time we’ve seen you enter the gym without a mask.”

Kiyoomi kept his composure and refrained from flinching when Kotaro’s face got really close to his. “What?”

The hyperactive silver hair narrowed his eyes at Kiyoomi, “are you feeling okay?”

Kiyoomi slapped his hand before it could touch his forehead, “I’m fine, what’s wrong with you all?” He walked towards the court grumbling, “hurry up and let’s start practice.”

.

Feeling his wife’s gaze upon him for some time, Kiyoomi finally asked, “what?” After his training session, he suggested going to the mall for dinner and some shopping.

When they arrived at the mall, Kiyoomi got out of the car without a mask and Y/n watched him with wide eyes as he made his way over to her side and opened the door. She didn’t say anything, thinking maybe he’ll put his mask on when they got into the mall.

But he did not.

Her cheeks flushed red, being caught. “Ah – are you… you sure you’re okay without a mask?”

He sighed and turned until he stood in front of her, “I’m fine. I promise.”

Following his initial therapy session, he came to the realization that change was necessary. It was time for him to venture beyond the confines of his comfort zone.

“Consider attempting or revisiting something that makes you feel uncomfortable but won’t cause any harm.” Dr. Kitagowa suggested before ending their last session. Kiyoomi thought hard about it and decided he will try to go out in public without a mask on.

He couldn’t recall the last time he ventured into public spaces without wearing a mask. It all traced back to when he contracted a severe cold from this desk mate back in elementary school. Ever since that incident, he had become accustomed to wearing a mask wherever he went. Moreover, his mother, being a nurse, had instilled in him the importance of good hygiene, further reinforcing the habit.

Y/n did not look convinced her husband was truly fine without a mask in public. She has never seen him go out in public without a mask.

He gently squeezed her hand, reassuringly stating, “I’m truly fine. Come on, let’s go to the new baby store. I’ve been eager to check it out.” He let out a sigh of relief as she didn’t press further, grateful for her understanding.

. . .

E/n: daddy and husband Sakusa is just something else...

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[omiyagiri]

No Fun | Atsumu x Sakusa

pairing: atsumu miya x kiyoomi sakusa

cw: alcohol

word count: 1.9k

Atsumu stumbled out of the elevator, vertigo robbing him of any kind of balance. His stomach felt fucking ulcerated, distended, disgusting, but he couldn't even process feelings of actual disgust because everything sounded like the funniest fucking joke he had ever heard. Including the hiccups he was having a very hard time keeping contained.

A strong hand kept him stabilized, tightening on his hip and mooring him to Sakusa's side. He looked incredibly annoyed, and Atsumu of course was cackling to the point his lungs shivered from overuse and his stomach threatened to upheave its contents.

“You’re not even going to try and walk by yourself?” said Sakusa.

“I have the hiccups!” Atsumu exclaimed, slurred words echoing against the quiet hallway. 

Sakusa sighed and readjusted Atsumu's arm over his shoulders. “You can’t walk at the same time?” 

“It’s fuckin' hard, Omi-Omi. Don'tcha know how much brain power it takes to walk while–” As if to prove something, anything, Atsumu tripped over air and almost headsmashed into the wall plaster. Sakusa manhandled him, ragdolling his useless body from doing any harm to the building rather than himself. 

“We’re almost there," said Sakusa, "move your ass properly or I’m throwing you.” 

“You wouldn’t risk hurting your wrists.” Atsumu snorted and laughed. “And you’d get in trouble with MSBY for damaging their property.” 

“Try me,” Sakusa mumbled. “I’ll drop you right here in the hallway.” 

Atsumu whined, even louder. “You’re so heartless, Omi-Omi.”

Still, he knew Sakusa would not hesitate to leave him on the floor. He summoned all of his strength to make the last few steps towards his apartment. The MSBY sponsored complex used a number keypad to open the door, something a sober Atsumu and his tendency to forget his keys had always appreciated. Still-kind-of-drunk and half-asleep Atsumu, however, could not for the life of him remember what his combination was. 

He stared intensely at the numbers, both hands pressed against the wall on either side of the pad. His head slumped forward. 

“Smashing your head against the lock isn’t going to get it open.” A cool hand pressed against Atsumu’s forehead, keeping it from hitting the keypad. “Move.” 

Atsumu dropped his arms, his upper body falling against Sakusa’s shoulder. The latter scoffed and punched in the numbers. A quick beep sounded from the lock and Sakusa pressed open the door. 

“How’d you know my code?” Atsumu practically fell into his apartment. “That’s illegal, you know.” 

Sakusa glared at him, taking off his shoes in the genkan as he kept an eye on Atsumu who was doing the same. “Because you never remember it when drunk, you idiot.”

“Oh yeah!” Atsumu snickered, vaguely remembering telling Sakusa his combination, as he kicked his shoes away from him. “I’m glad we’re floor buddies, Omi-Omi.” 

Sakusa shot him a look that said he didn't share the same sentiment. Atsumu returned his frown with his own bright, toothy grin. 

“Can you at least walk by yourself now?” 

“Yes!” Atsumu took one step forward, misjudged how high he needed to raise his foot from the ground to exit his genkan, and went pitching forward.

Sakusa stepped in front of him in one smooth motion, preventing him from eating shit off the floor. A low grunt left his lips as Atsumu’s heavy body fell against him. He kept his legs locked, and body angled to prevent them both from spilling backwards into a mess of limbs.

“Oops," Atsumu said. 

“You’re so annoying, Miya.” Sakusa groaned and hoisted Atsumu’s large arm over his shoulder again, turning his body and pushing them both towards the bedroom. 

“At least my hiccups stopped!” Atsumu couldn’t see his face, but he knew Sakusa was rolling his eyes. 

They stumbled their way across the living room and into Atsumu’s bedroom. His heavy body dropped onto his bed, with a force so strong he was sure Sakusa had thrown him. Atsumu pressed his face into the soft pillows, legs dangling off the side of the mattress. He felt Sakusa kick at them and Atsumu grumbled as he wiggled around, moving his full body onto the bed and turning his head to glare at his teammate. “You’re so rough, Omi-Omi.” His lips pursed into a pout before turning up at the unintended innuendo. He snickered and wiggled his eyebrows. 

Sakusa simply ignored him, pulling the small trash can out from underneath the night stand. “I’ll get you some water. Try not to die.” 

“You’re no fun, Omi-Omi.”

Sakusa raised an eyebrow at him. “Because I don’t want you to die?” 

“Because you never play along with my jokes!” Atsumu let out an exaggerated sigh, his pout returning. 

“Maybe if they were funny.”

“They’re fuckin' hilarious.” 

With one clumsy motition, Atsumu threw his body around so he was laying on his back. The bed let out a creak so loud, for a second, he worried he might have broken something in the frame. 

“You’re so careless.” Sakusa shook his head. 

“And you’re so boring.” Atsumu stuck his tongue out at him. 

“Just because I don’t like to do stupid or pointless things, doesn’t mean I'm boring, Miya.” 

Atsumu glared up at him. “Callin' me ‘Miya’ makes you boring.” 

“That’s your name.” 

“It’s not.” He whined and turned his head to stare at the ceiling. His arms and legs were spread out like a starfish. “It’s Atsumu. That’s my name. A-tsu-mu.” 

“Oh yeah? And what’s mine?” 

Atsumu’s lips slowly curled upwards—his cheeks pulled high, creasing the corner’s of his eyes—as he let out a gleeful laugh. “Omi-Omi!” 

Sakusa turned to leave, mumbling a bored, “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Atsumu was still grinning from ear to ear when Sakusa returned with a large glass of water. “Stop being an idiot and drink this or your hangover will be even worse tomorrow.” 

“Aw, you’re so sweet, Omi-Omi.” Atsumu sat up to take the water from him. “Do you have a crush on me or something?” 

“I do, yes.” 

Atsumu spat the water all over himself, coughing frantically as the liquid drenched his shirt and pants. 

“Fucking hell, Miya.” Sakusa grabbed the glass off his hands and replaced it with a handful of tissues from the box on the nightstand. Atsumu dabbed them against his cold, wet clothes, suddenly feeling very sober.

“Not funny, Omi-kun.” Atsumu’s words were still choked. He dropped the tissues into his trash can, pulling down his wet pants before throwing them off the bed. Cold air hit his bare legs and he quickly moved under his blanket. 

“I wasn’t trying to be funny.” Sakusa’s voice was as cold and flat as always. 

Atsumu stared at him in confusion, unsure if it was still the alcohol or Sakusa messing with him.

“Stop looking at me like that. I’m just as surprised as you are, trust me.” Sakusa offered him the glass of water again. “Don’t worry, I’ll get over it soon enough.” 

Atsumu continued to stare at him, eyes wandering across Sakusa’s face. Ignoring the slight ache starting to build in his head, Atsumu tried his best to make sense of what he had heard. Sakusa wasn’t known to make jokes, ever. A fact Atsumu had made fun of just minutes ago. Could this be his way of teasing him back? If he couldn’t counter Atsumu’s jokes with witty comebacks, maybe Sakusa opted for confusing him instead. 

Droopy eyes darted over Sakusa’s pale features, looking for a glint of mockery in his eyes, maybe a small quirk of his lips. But Sakusa only stared back, his expression as disinterested and impassive as always.

“You’re serious.” Atsumu blinked at him. 

Sakusa sighed and put the glass on the nightstand. “When am I not?” 

“Why’d you never say anything!” 

“I just did.” 

“So you just fell in love with me two seconds ago?” As Atsumu’s confusion rose, so did his voice. Yelling had always helped him to better understand. 

“First of all, I didn’t say love.” Sakusa put his hands into his jacket pockets and rolled his eyes. “Second, it’s only been a few weeks.” Atsumu's throat clamped up. It made his voice ascend into a painfully high pitch. “A few weeks?” 

Sakusa frowned slightly. “Can you stop yelling? It’s not a big deal.” 

“Not a big deal?” Atsumu felt like throwing a pillow at him. “How is you havin’ a crush on me for weeks and not tellin’ me not a big deal?”

“Like I said, I’ll get over it.” 

“Ya can’t just confess and then say you'll get over it, asshole.”

Sakusa’s frown deepened. Atsumu realized this was the most he had seen him emote tonight.

“I didn’t confess, I simply told you," said Sakusa, "What’s the point in confessing if I know I’m going to get rejected anyways.” 

“Who said I was gonna reject ya?” Atsumu’s face scrunched in irritation. The alcohol evaporated in his bloodstream. All humor had died. Long buried and dispensed with.

“Okay. So you like me, too?”

“I don’t know, I never thought about it!” 

Surprise yielded to bemusement as Sakusa’s lips quirked just a bit. “That’s a no then. If you did, you’d know, so if you don’t know it means you don’t.” 

“What?” Atsumu blinked at him, repeating the words in his head multiple times. Now, Sakusa was definitely messing with him. 

Sakusa’s lips rose a bit more. He shook his head and made his way to the bedroom door. “Just forget about it, Miya. Make sure to drink the water.” 

A soft pillow hit the back of Sakusa’s head and he turned around with a scowl gnawing on his face.

“Ya can’t just fuckin’ say all that and then leave!” 

Crossing his arms over his chest, Sakusa tilted his head at him. “You want me to tuck you in, or what?” 

Atsumu threw his other pillow at him, which Sakusa dodged with ease. “You’re an asshole.” 

Sighing, Sakusa grabbed the two pillows and threw them back on the bed. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. It’s not going to affect how I play or anything.” 

“That’s not what I meant.” 

“So what do you want from me, then.” 

“I don’t know,” Atsumu’s irritation grew even stronger at Sakusa’s still-bored tone. “Ask me out!” 

It was Sakusa’s turn to stare at him in confusion. Eyes slightly squinted and lips pressed into a line—it was the look he wore when he was analyzing a situation, taking in as much information as he could before forming logical conclusions from it. Several seconds passed before he spoke up. “But why?” 

“Because,” Atsumu grabbed the pillows and aggressively shoved them behind him again, “I feel like I just lost to ya! You can’t reject me before askin' me out!” 

Sakusa blinked at him. For a split second, his features contoured in an emotion Atsumu couldn’t place but made him feel like he had just failed a test. Sakusa shook his head and let out a breathy laugh that had Atsumu biting the inside of his cheek so hard he tasted blood. 

“I’ll see you at practice.” With two quick steps, Sakusa left the bedroom. 

“Saturday after practice I’m takin' you out!” Atsumu yelled after him, cringing at the way his voice cracked. “Wait hold on, I mean you’re takin' me out.” 

He was met with nothing but the sound of Sakusa putting Atsumu’s shoes to the side of the genkan and the rustling of his jacket as he hung it up. 

“It’s a date!” he shouted again. His front door clicked shut, leaving behind a flustered and frustrated Atsumu glowering into the dark.

by elayndia

#haikyuu!! #hq!! #atsumu miya #kiyoomi sakusa #atsumu x sakusa #haikyuu #haikyuu oneshots #haikyuu drabbles #hq headcanons #haikyuu atsumu #haikyuu sakusa #haikyuu headcanons #sakuatsu #hq atsumu #hq sakusa #elayndia

[korships]

thinkin about omi letting me manhandle him (sorta??)

thinking about walking with omi having my arm around his waist. letting me lead him by his waist, or lead him by firmly grabbing his hand. letting me move him around to a differed position to cuddle or letting me spoon him. or letting me feed him, even in public.

maybe even letting me lead him by his belt loops.

just showing a lot of trust and not being embarrassed about his smaller spouse being more ‘in charge’

#want omi to let me treat him like a princess and no im not joking

[kiyoo-omi]

im just saying that if he ask me to bend over to hit it from the back—he can’t cause I’m a little short, so he either manhandles me up onto a surface with my legs dangling in the air or he gots to be on his knees

#this has been on my mind #all day #alsjsjsjshskajahaaj #poor omi #dina talks #omi manhandling me #🤤 #kiyodi

[oranoyaora]

a promise is a promise

ft. timeskip!sakusa kiyoomi, msby four

warning(s): slightly suggestive, slight manhandling.

notes: you motivate omi for an upcoming game

“Omi, we gotta go to the locker roo-”

Sakusa turned and scowled, “Shut it, Miya.”

You flicked Sakusa on his firm bicep, making him turn back to you.

“Don’t be so mean, Omi~” you teasingly chastised.

Sakusa scowled with a slight pout. You chuckled as you tugged his jersey, making Sakusa bend down toward you. You got up onto your tip toes and leaned up next to his ear.

“If you score the most out of everyone, tonight I’ll...” you whispered quietly so that only Sakusa could hear.

Sakusa’s scowl broke. His eyes widened just slightly. You leaned back onto the heels of your feet with a small smirk. You tugged him down toward you again before pulling his mask down and quickly pecked your lips onto his.

“I love you and good luck,” you smiled sweetly and pulled his mask back up.

You walked away towards the entrance of the gym, leaving Sakusa stoically stunned.

———

After the MSBY Jackals thoroughly destroyed their opponent, mainly thanks to Sakusa, they all returned to the locker room to change out of their uniforms. 

“Omi, you were on fire today,” Atsumu said aloud.

Hinata nodded, “Yeah, I’m pretty sure you scored the most out of everyone today.”

Sakusa shrugged, as if not caring for his teammates’ praises. On the outside, Sakusa seemed indifferent, but on the inside, all he could think about was the reward you would give him tonight. Pride swelled in his chest as he successfully rose up to the challenge you had given him. 

“Omi Omi really gave the other team a hard time,” Bokuto grinned. 

Ok, maybe Sakusa was showing off a bit, but that was all because of you. Every time he scored he would look back to where you were seated. You grinned proudly at him. He was going to ruin that smile of yours tonight. 

Sakusa quickly put on his hoodie, a pair of sweatpants over his shorts, and a mask, before darting out of the locker room. The other three MSBY players raised an eyebrow at Sakusa’s actions.

You were waiting for Sakusa just outside of the building. He still had a stoic expression on his face as he grabbed your hand, dragging you to your car. 

You teasingly smiled, “Someone’s eager to get home.”

“A promise is a promise,” Sakusa deadpanned.

You gave him an unimpressed look, “I never actually promised anything.”

“I scored the most out of everyone,” Sakusa stated.

You stayed silent and stared at the masked man. 

“I practically won the game for the team,” Sakusa continued.

“Humble yourself, Omi,” you snickered. 

The said man glanced down at you, “I successfully completed the challenge you gave me.”

You waved lazily and dramatically sighed, “Yes, yes, and I’ll reward you for doing so.”

Suddenly, you were swept up and thrown over Sakusa’s should like a sack of potatoes. 

“K-Kiyoomi, what the hell?” You exclaimed.

“You were walking too slow,” Sakusa grumbled.  “No, I wasn’t! You just have longer legs, so you naturally walk faster than most people!”

“I’m gonna ruin your legs,” he muttered, shutting you up. 

You crossed your arms, attempting to wipe the grin on your face with a pout. You couldn’t wait to get home tonight either. Sakusa could feel your excitement. He slightly smiled. 

I’m gonna ruin every inch of you...

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x gn!reader #hq #hq x reader

[goldentsum]

━  pretty submissives.

CHARACTERS: miya atsumu, miya osamu, sakusa kiyoomi, and suna rintarou

WARNING: smut, 18+ content, bdsm, sex toys, pretty subs who cry, overstimulation, orgasm denial, mommy kink, hard dom! reader, soft dom! reader, lingerie on males, maid outfits on males, degradation, praising, anal play (male receiving), oral sex, handjob, riding

AUTHOR’S NOTE: seeing the “doms” become subs and cry makes me so excited! sub! male characters supremacy!!!

part 2 - tsukishima, kageyama, oikawa, kuroo

— atsumu ♡

• a brat and a masochist 

• likes it when you go hard on him. make him cry. hurt him. atsumu likes it. he loves it even!

• when you manhandle him, not giving a fuck about how loud he is and just chasing your own pleasure, using him, makes him whiny and it triggers his orgasm! 

• slap him, spank him, mark him, degrade him, he’ll cum untouched!

• atsumu’s a cocky little shit outside of the bedroom, telling people how dom he is but you both know who moans like a little bitch when spanking sessions goes a little harder than usual. 

• his expressions are the best! his usual cocky smirk turning into a lewd face. eyes rolling back to his head, mouth wide open as drool trails down his chin, and a delicious red blush on his cheeks. the way he shivers and trembles under you is breathtaking. 

• if you overstim him, he’ll cry and scream, jerking violently on the bed. he becomes really sensitive, even more sensitive than normal, and he comes way too quickly but he recovers fast so dw~

• sub! atsumu is super fun to play with especially when he’s being a brat about it. 

• but your aftercare makes him super soft! he gets really cuddly afterwards! clean him up though or he’ll whine about it in the morning. 

“i-it’s too much-!” atsumu cried, your hand still stroking him. the mess from his earlier orgasms makes it easier to stroke him back to hardness. his thighs quivered at the intense pleasure, sensitive from the past orgasms. 

you smirked down at your boyfriend, loving the way he tremble and weep. his face was a mess, drool on his lips and chin and tears running down his cheek, his nose red. atsumu gasped when you placed the bullet vibrator against his spent cock, the intense buzzing making him shriek. 

his moans are so cute. so pretty and loud. 

your eyes admired his bruises and hickeys. his inner thighs red from your bites, chest covered with scratches, and his neck with your lovebites. 

“have you learned your lesson, tsum?” you hummed absentmindedly, still running the vibrator along his length while you other hand squeezed and massaged his cock’s swollen and red head. atsumu whimpered, hips thrusting. 

“y-yes! please! i-i can’t come again! it hurts!” he whined, squirming on the bed. new set of tears running down his cheeks from the pleasure. 

“hmm~ give me another one then i’ll believe that you’ve learned your lesson” atsumu moaned at that and let his head plop down back on the pillows, eyes closing from your actions. brows furrowed, mouth opening again to let out series of broken moans. 

you removed the vibe making atsumu sigh in relief, breath stuttering a bit. he panted, chest heaving.

you snickered at the fucked out expression on him. the calm moment quickly dissipate as he choked on a moan when you wrapped your lips around his cock, tongue swiping at the swollen head and your hand massaging the prominent vein that run along his cock.

“aAAH-!” raspy moans escaped the male, hips jerking as you started to bob your head. atsumu hics as his lips trembles

if anyone asked you what was your favorite moment was with your boyfriend, it was definitely when he’s like this. when he’s your little slut. 

— osamu ♡

• a soft princess~ <3 

• he will do anything you ask. model a piece of lingerie? he’s already wearing it. show you how he touch himself? done. lay on your lap for his spanking session? he’s there. asap. 

• osamu is a obedient baby but he still gets a little playful at time, testing your dom side. 

• but when you turn hard dom on him, he’ll cry. in anticipation and in excitement. 

• if you deny his orgasm, he’s gonna cry. even if it’s only one orgasm, he’ll whine and tells to you that he has been a good boy. only a good boy. no bad boy! 

• a crybaby!! 

• he’s already sensitive normally but if you deny him his orgasm, he gets really antsy and get really sensitive making him squirm and pout. 

• if you degrade him, he’ll be really pouty and teary! only praises for baby samu! 

• tell him how pretty he is. praise how well he fucks you. tell him that you like it that he’s your obedient little princess. he’ll be putty in your hands~

• if you bring food in the bedroom, licking it off him. he’ll get really shy! also, if he sees the food outside the bedroom, he’ll probably remember what you did and get hard pft 

• samu loves the feeling of your tongue on him!

“tsk. you’ve been really bad, princess” you scolded, watching osamu whine. a pretty laced collar on his neck, his body shivering as you massaged his prostate. 

“n-no! ‘m good-!” he whimpers out, hips grinding down to your fingers. you spanked his ass, gripping the red flesh. osamu gasped at the impact, eyes rolling back to his skull. 

you thrust your fingers in his ass, his tight walls clenching down. your other hand went to his balls, cupping it tightly. osamu mewled, tongue sticking out of his mouth. his body shuddering when the tips of your fingers brushed again and again against his prostate. 

“really now? you don’t remember that you were being a brat earlier when mommy had to work?” 

osamu sobbed, toes curling when your fingers quickened. his teeth biting down his lips. he sniffled and stared up at you, eyes teary and red from being denied his orgasm 3 times now. 

“’m sorry, w-wanted mommy’s a-attention!” he confessed, body quivering. you stopped making him whine at the lost of pleasure. taking your fingers out of him, you climbed on top of him. 

leaning closer to him, you kissed his lips. he chased your lips, desperate for your affection. osamu opened his mouth, an invitation to slither your tongue in. you hummed in appreciation and entered your tongue in his cavern, playing with his tongue. 

the male moaned against your mouth as you swallowed his pretty moans. his body violently jerked, surprised at the pleasure, when you started grinding your clothed pussy on his sensitive cock. he cried, trying to make you quicken your slow grinding. 

you moved away from his lips, his gasps echoing in the room as he quivered under you. your lips trailed down to his neck, sucking on the soft skin. 

“you wanted mommy’s attention? you have it, princess~” 

— sakusa ♡

• a touch-starved baby! 

• please handle with care :( 

• pretty boy gets embarrassed really easily so please tone down the teasing. but i don’t blame you if you want to try. he gets really red, the contrast of the red on his pale skin and dark hair is stunning!

• stare at him while you pleasure him and he becomes more responsive, your eyes makes him squirm! 

• loves it when you suck him off, admiring his body. do not degrade or he’ll be really hurt about it and might not do anything for a longgg timeee

• any form of physical affection makes him really shy and he’s really embarrassed when he pops a boner because of it! even if it’s the most innocent touch, a sudden boner will pop out of nowhere. 

• when you overstim him, his pretty dark eyes gets shiny with tears and turns half-lidded as he blubbers incoherent words.

• if you give him gifts, lingerie and/or collars, he would react strongly at first! getting shy and being a tsundere but as soon as he wears it and you praise him, telling him how he looks so good, it’ll make him super happy! 

• please wash him after the fun though, the gentle atmosphere contrasting from what happened earlier makes sakusa soft. he loves your hands. running up and down his body, caressing the skin that no one but you gets to touch. 

water splashed against the large tub as you rode omi. his breath getting more uneven and hitching when you clench down at him. 

sakusa hid his warm and red face at the crook of your neck, he can’t look at you. if he does now, he feels like he’ll cum just from the way you look at him with pure desire. 

you run your fingers through his wet dark locks, massaging his scalp. sakusa moaned against your wet skin, lips biting down on his bottom lip as he tried to muffled the loud moans that was threatening to escape him. 

“don’t hide your pretty moans, baby~ let me hear you” you whispered, hips moving faster, loving the way sakusa’s large cock hits your sweet spot dead on and the way the tip reach so deep inside you. 

the dark-haired male whined, hands gripping your hips as his legs shook. he panted against your neck making you shiver when his hot breath hit your cold skin. 

you let your hands rest on sakusa’s wide shoulders, using it to help you move up and down on his cock. you hummed in satisfaction when you hear his moans getting louder and you tugged his hair, making him look at you. you looked at him in awe and lust. 

he’s so pretty. his dark eyes half-lidded as it gleam with tears and lust. lips red from the earlier biting. the red blush across his cheeks and neck was absolutely delectable. 

“you getting close, omi?” you whispered as he nodded, whining, brows furrowing. you leaned closer and started littering his neck with bites, breaking the skin. 

sakusa moaned at that, hips thrusting up making you moan when his cock grazed your cervix. you licked the column of his neck then slid your tongue into his open mouth. 

he kissed you back with a hint of timidness, still a bit shy. he let you take the lead with the kiss as always. omi loved the way your dominance oozes out of you but still maintaining this certain softness that makes his heart full. 

omi gasped into the kiss when your fingers pinched his nipple, rolling it sensually. you broke the kiss and looked down at him, a lazy smirk on your lips as your hips rolled. 

“you’re so pretty, omi~” 

you loved the way his body reacts with praises. his eyes rolling into his head, head threw back, and mouth open. you trailed one hand to his lips, fingers going into mouth and played with his sleek tongue. sakusa moaned against your fingers, sucking and working on your fingers like a good baby he is~ 

— suna ♡

• a pillow princess! 

• he loves it when he just lays there, letting you do all the work, as you work him into his high~

• suna loves it when you dress him up, caressing his skin. 

• lingerie and maid outfits with cat ears are his faves! thigh high socks are also his go to! 

• and when you praise him, cooing at him about how good he looks and your fingers playing with the bell on his collar makes his heart skip a beat

• suna also has a masochistic side! all soft sex aside, he loves it when you fuck him hard. use him for your own pleasure, remind him of his place. also after sex when he looks in the mirror, seeing the bruises you give him rises a weird satisfaction in him

• he would let you do anything! just talk about it with him before actually doing it. 

• pretty boy looks good in dresses! his small waist is amazing! 

• i said it once and i’ll say it again, he’s a pretty pillow princess! 

• he loves the way you stalk towards him, eyes dark and filled with lust. it makes him squirm with excitement, waiting for your next move.

• fucking him while his ass is stretched by a butt plug that’s attached to a tail, his maid outfit messy and covered with his cum, and his bell ringing every time you fuck him would make him so dazed and fucked out! 

“what a cute kitten you are, rin~” you cooed, fingers trailing on his bruised back down to the crack of his ass then to his ass where the tail hang. you grinned and pushed the plug deeper inside him, marveling at the way his body arch and his whines getting louder. 

the skirt of the maid outfit was bundled up on his waist, showing his pretty ass to you. you then tugged a bit at the tail, suna whimpering at the way the butt plug drag against his walls. 

you then turned him around, manhandling him to the way you like. suna looked up at you with dazed eyes, his thick cock standing proudly against his stomach, the now soiled lacy panties pushed down to his thighs. 

“fuck, you’re absolutely gorgeous” you praised. suna moaned when you held his cock, stroking him as you positioned yourself up on his thighs and lined him to your folds. 

the male gulped at the sight of you and relished the way you slowly sunk down to his length. your moans mixing together, savoring the stretch of suna’s dick and the way your walls sucked him in. 

once he bottomed out, you panted on top of him and your hands on his chest, touching the soft fabric of his outfit, steadying yourself. 

“p-please move... please..” you heard after a little bit, you gazed down at him and smirked. hands fondling his chest, admiring the way his adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped and the way the bell on his neck, rung. 

“want me to move, kitten?” suna nodded, opening his lips to slur out pleads. how can you deny the cute kitty when he moans so prettily for you so you started moving, clenching down on his dick. the way his cock felt was amazing as always, filling you up so good. 

suna moaned when you started going faster, his hands gripped at the blankets beneath him. he laid on the mattress, moaning like crazy, letting you ride him to oblivion. 

you cooed, panting a bit, as you admired him. you reached down and tipped his chin towards you. he opened his fucked out eyes to gaze at you, a blush coating his cheeks. 

“you should see yourself right now, baby boy. you look absolutely delicious~” 

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[seita]

— angry sex with sakusa.

+ Angry sex with sakusa please✨✨✨✨

— sakusa kiyoomi.

tw: he talks about coming home angry and slapping you around.......its just dirty talk but....idfk....thats in there

› sakusa is typically a calm individual.

› does he get annoyed? yes. quite easily, in fact.

› but angry? not very often at all.

› so when he came home one day, hands trembling and jaw locked as he paced back and forth, ranting on and on about his day and the fans who didn’t know anything about personal boundaries, it was an unfamiliar sight to you

› you sat on the bed, watching him as he ranted and raved

› you’d only ever seen him mad a handful of times and it was never fun to deal with

› kiyoomi was hardheaded and prideful adding that with a bad mood was just not fun

› but you couldn’t help but notice how aggressive his demeanor was

› not towards you, but just in general

› and you thought it was hot.

+

“what kind of nasty little whore gets this wet from her boyfriend being pissed off, hm?” he snarls, hand wrapped in your hair to keep your face pressed against the bed as he stuffed your dripping little cunt full of his cock.

you try to answer, or you think you do - but the feeling of him pounding your sweet spot had you keening and trembling from where he kept you pinned. when you don’t get out a comprehensible response, he laughs.

“what? needy slut is already fucked stupid? all from rutting my cock in this messy cunt?” his filthy words have you clenching around him with a cry of his name, “yeah, that’s what i thought. maybe i should come home angry more often, watch you squirm when i manhandle you...slap you around a little, huh? bet you’d like that.”

“yes, yes, please omi!” you squeal, legs kicking up pathetically when the tip of his cock nudges you cervix. the pain is so good, makes you drool as your eyes roll back in your head. the image of your boyfriend towering over you, hand around your throat as his shoulders heave in rage has you on the edge of your orgasm.

“oh, are you going to cum? go on then, show me how disgusting you are...”

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#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #hq x reader #hq smut #sakusa smut #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi smut #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #kiyoomi sakusa smut #kiyoomi sakusa x reader #filled.request

[hornime]

OMG I JUST SAW YOUR EVENT IT LOOKS SO YUMMY

hi, babe. can i have dom!omi + f!reader <3 may it be with dacryphilia + humiliation? thank you, mwa

CRYBABY | SAKUSA KIYOOMI X F!READER

part of my a whole lotta lewd event! [ details | masterlist | CLOSED ]

warnings: 18+, dom!sakusa, f!reader, dacryphilia, humiliation, degradation, slight hair-pulling

a/n: idk. i just. idk. runs away

"look at yourself, slut." sakusa wrenches your head to look down between your legs, where your pussy is drooling all over his bare thigh. "you're getting me all wet."

you close your eyes in defiance, already knowing how your slick must be glistening on his skin.

"don't wanna."

he chuckles, a dark and intimidating sound, that makes your pussy throb with need. his fingers slip down from your cheeks to your throat and squeeze, and he smiles at the choked noise you make.

"come on. it's the least you could do after begging to ride my thigh like a bitch in heat. look at it."

you exhale slightly, wanting to push sakusa a little further. you don't want him just mean, you want him cruel.

he sighs, once again moving his hand from his neck, giving you a few moments to catch your breath, before tugging, harsh, at your hair. you let out a surprised cry at the slight sting in your scalp.

"o-omi," you whimper. "it hurts."

"don't care."

he yanks again before loosening his grip, folding his arms. you sniffle pathetically, a couple tears streaming down the apples of your cheeks, and it takes everything in him not to tell you to cry more.

"i don't wanna look," you pout, giving him those puppy dog eyes that usually piss him off even more.

"fine," he breathes, a sadistic smile playing at his lips. "you don't wanna look at it? lick it then."

his large hands manhandle you until you're on your knees in front of his leg, gazing up at him with big, watery eyes. you can't believe what he's telling you to do, how embarrassing it is. he can't be serious...

sakusa flexes the muscle in his thigh, drawing you out of your thoughts. you drag your eyes to the shiny coating of arousal over it—all your doing.

"don't make me tell you again," he says, sending a shiver down your spine. "use that filthy tongue of yours to clean up your mess."

your frame trembles as you fail to fight back tears; large, silvery droplets slide down your face onto the floor.

"stop it, omi," you sob, loving every moment of this. "that's so... i don't wanna..."

"but it's your mess," he seethes, leaning down so that his face is in yours. "don't you wanna be a good girl?"

you nod, sniffing as your worry your bottom lip with your teeth.

"'course i wanna be a good girl," you mumble. "but—"

"then do it."

you attempt to give one more pleading gaze, but you're met with nothing but utter indifference. there really is no getting out of this one.

you crawl forward, giving yourself better access to his thigh, letting your ass poke out. tentatively letting your tongue loll out, you drag a stripe up the skin, tasting yourself.

"mm, there you go."

the husky baritone of sakusa's voice has you getting wetter, heat rushing between your legs as you continue lapping up your own juices like some kind of whore. it's fucked, but you're so turned on right now that it hurts. the ache of your clit is absolutely unbearable, and sakusa, with his built form and smug expression, is doing nothing to help.

so it's really no surprise when more tears start streaming from your eyes, clumping your pretty eyelashes together. you're just so desperate for his touch, for anything, and he's teasing you like this. the tart of your arousal and the saltiness of your tears explodes along your tongue.

"aw, don't be such a crybaby." his voice is soaked in faux sympathy, and you can't prevent the small whine that slips through your lips. "you owe at least this to me."

and you, ever so compliant, keep licking and sucking, tongue dancing higher and higher up his thigh until you're near his cock. you look up in a silent question, and he chuckles, running a hand through his curls.

"you want to?"

"please," you hum.

"well, you did what i asked." he pretends to think for a second, enjoying the way you squirm in impatience. he beams down at you, squishing your cheeks with his fingers and admiring the cute, little pout you make. 

"and who am i to tell my good girl 'no', hm?"

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[lacharcutiere]

earn it. [nsfw 18+, sakusa kiyoomi]

1.7k words

✯haikyū!! masterlist✯

no thoughts head empty just,,, just omi never rly speaking to u much and then all of a sudden starting to send u more and more suggestive snaps

until u crack and ask him to please rearrange ur guts

and he tells u to fucking EARN IT ahsjhfhsbd

tings // sexting, oral (m! receiving), fingering, some cumplay/cum eating, creampie, squirting, dirty talk, honorifics (omi-san), degradation, manhandling, no prep, overstim ofc, stoic big dick omi<3

man i meant for this to be a short lil thirsty drabble but um nvm i guess oops, omi’s j so fuckin sexy i can’t help it LMAO also the way this starts may or may not be based on something that actually happened also would it rly be a smut by me if there wasn’t any overstim? a dude asked me what kinda stuff i was into and literally without any hesitation i said overstim whoopsies

☾𓆙𓂻

— SNAPCHAT 10:48 PM // from Sakusa Kiyoomi

you give it a couple minutes before opening up the app to see what he’s sent, lightly biting your bottom lip in anticipation.

it’s omi from the shoulders up, shirtless, curls damp and pushed out of his face, a running shower head visible behind him. you inhale sharply and send him a snap back, of you smiling gently with your lips parted and your thumb between your teeth.

you get a response minutes later. he's out of the shower now—it's a mirror pic, hand in his hair and towel wrapped low around his hips. you almost whimper, and then you notice the tiny text in the top right corner, so small you almost can't read it. lemme fuck until my cum is pouring out of u. holy shit. you snap back immediately: yeah i'll let u.

he responds, earn it.

what do you want me to do?

surprise me

fuck.

okay

frustratingly, you can't think of anything right away, and he leaves your last snap opened without a response. each breath you take tingles in your stomach and you squeeze your thighs together. it hits you suddenly how exhausted you are, and before you can think of any way to convince omi that you deserve for him to use you until you can’t move, your eyelids grow too heavy to keep open.

it seems he’s forgotten about what he said by the next day, back to the usual sparse snapping back and forth throughout the day without any conversation. it’s like that the next couple days, too, until one night he snaps you back and it’s not his pretty face, but the waistband of his boxers peeking past a pair of grey sweats and the distinct outline of his half hard dick just past that. and you can’t take it.

please fuck me

thought i told u to earn it

fuck it. you open up the chat, unable to think of any sort of photo that would do well to accompany what you’re about to say. a nude would be tacky, but a photo of just your face would mess up the tone. omi, you type. he reads it immediately but doesn’t respond, waiting for you to continue.

omi, i want u

ok and?

please fuck me i’m nice n tight n i promise i’ll do whatever u want, i’ll call u daddy or let u cum in my mouth or my pussy or whatever as many times as u want, pls just use me

he types for an awfully long time before his next message comes through, and you wonder why because it’s incredibly short: it’s his address, and be here at 10.

you know how pissed omi'd be if you're late, and though you contemplate how he'd be if, on top of everything else, you put him in a bad mood, you show up six minutes early. when he answers the door, there's a sheen of moisture on his skin and he smells faintly of sweat. he's been working out. the scent is almost sugary and you suppress the urge to get a taste of it.

"'m gonna go shower," he says, completely unfazed by your presence. "you can sit down wherever." as much as you want to ask if you can join him, you do what he says.

he returns ten minutes later, shirtless and in those damn grey sweatpants. without a word, he takes you by the wrist and pulls you into his room. once the door's shut, he doesn't waste another second stripping you down to just your panties, smashing his mouth to yours as his hands grab roughly at your breasts and roam up and down your thighs, backing you up against the wall, hesitating a moment, and then flipping around so that it's his back resting against it.

the hand that's pinching at your nipples moves to your shoulder and pushes down roughly, forcing you to your knees, face to face with the erection hiding in his sweats.

"suck," he says simply, and you pull the waistband down just far enough to give yourself full access to his cock. it's thicker than you expected, but before you have time to wonder whether it's all gonna fit, he takes advantage of the fact that your jaw is hanging slightly open and thrusts into your mouth. "i said, suck."

"mmph," you respond, and pull back enough to flick your tongue against his slit before taking him as far into your throat as you can manage. he inhales sharply and leans his head back against the wall, and you don't miss the low groan that escapes him when you choke a little. one of your hands comes up to squeeze gently at his heavy balls while the other snakes its way between your legs, desperate to relieve the fluttering feeling low in your belly.

omi's breathing becomes shallower as you continue to bob your head, pressing your tongue up against the underside of his dick, and he surprises you by pulling away just before he finishes. you stay kneeling, mouth open wide and expecting him to cum in it, but you're too distracted by the pretty flush on his cheeks and shoulders to realize that that's not his intention until you feel a warmth dripping down your chest, right between your tits.

he grabs your jaw and pulls you to your feet, eyes never leaving the white line traveling towards your belly button. with a quick swipe, he collects it on his thumb and presses it roughly into your mouth, wiping it against your tongue. "don't swallow," he says, "show me first." you oblige, sticking your tongue as far out as it will go, and he gives a satisfied nod and a low exhale. "'kay, you can swallow."

you do and immediately feel his lips against yours again, tongue dipping into your mouth to confirm that you haven't let a drop of his cum go to waste. his hands travel down your sides, gripping firmly at your hips, and you feel your feet leave the ground as you're tossed onto his bed. he trails his fingers down your sides with a feather-light touch that makes you squeeze your thighs together, but he forces them back open with his other hand, shaking his head.

"i'm the only one who gets to make you cum, okay?"

your breath hitches as you nod.

"okay?" he repeats.

"yes, daddy."

"mm-mm," he shakes his head again, "not daddy. omi-san."

"yes, omi-san."

"'s it."

you gasp as you’re flipped onto your stomach, breasts squished against a pillow. your panties are pulled off roughly and he captures both your wrists in one hand, holding them behind your back. he lifts your hips, propping you up on your knees, and says, “i hope you know what you’ve started.”

he thrusts his full length into you and you almost scream; it hurts, pushing past where you can take and pressing up against your cervix. he gives something between a grunt and a laugh and breathes, “you were right.”

your response is muffled, your face squished into the mattress. “what?”

“you were right. nice and tight.”

“o-oh,” is all you can think to say as he pulls back a little and thrusts back in, his other free hand reaching around you to tease at your clit. his fingers are so light against it that they’re barely there, and you melt into him. “fuck, omi-san…” you squeeze around his cock, the circles the massages over your clit distracting you from the pain of how much he’s stretching you out.

he groans, “mmh,” and begins to move faster, stuffing you full and brushing against all the right places as he moves back and forth.

“omi-san,” you whine, “feels good.”

“yeah?”

“hmmph!”

“good girl,” he says, and you swear you can hear him smile, “look at you, taking my whole cock without any prep.” he releases your hands and holds you by the waist, pulling you up so that your back is resting against his chest and his lips have easier access to your neck. he notices the dampness of tears on your cheeks and his mind goes blank; you look like an angel, crying from how good he’s fucking you. he can’t help but to tease you about it.

“awh, pretty girl, what are the tears for? ‘s it not enough for you?”

“mm-mm,” you sob as his arm warps around your shoulders from behind, “‘s good, fuck, i love it.”

“what was that?” he taunts.

“love it, omi-san, love your cock!”

“yeah?” he’s panting now, hips rutting into you at breakneck speed. you squeeze around him again. “yeah? are you gonna cum, princess?”

“ah— mhm!”

“yeah? fuck, so tight, gonna let me cum inside? gonna let me fill this pretty pussy up like a good little slut?”

“omi-san!” you cry out, his words pushing you over the edge, leaving you trembling in his arms, body going limp with pure bliss. “is that a yes?”

“hah!” it makes him smile, how he’s got you so fucked out you can’t even speak. your messy sobs only serve to spur him on, thrusting deep into you a few more times before he finally spills over, warm cum seeping into you and making your breath catch.

he reaches for your clit again before you can tell him you can’t, it’s too much, you need a minute, and though your thighs instantly crush together against his hand, it doesn’t stop him. “omi!” you shriek.

“you said something?”

“omi-san!”

“yes?”

“stop— stop, gonna, fuck, gonna make a mess!” 

“yeah?” he says. “so make one. all over my bed, filthy little princess.”

you convulse, grasping frantically at his arm and whimpering as you gush onto his hand, able to feel his dick throb inside you as he groans at the feeling of wetness dripping onto your thighs and the sheets below you.

he pulls out and flips you onto your back, caging you between his arms, bringing his lips next to your ear. “gonna fuck another load into you,” he says, “but this time i wanna see you.”

#haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa kyoomi x reader #sakusa x reader #sakusa smut #sakusa thirst #sakusa x reader smut #god omi is so fucking hot #literally how have i not written for him before #anyway idk this is formatted different than all my other stuff but i kinda like it #now all i want is to be omi’s filthy lil pillow princess

[b0ther]

empty when you’re gone

everyone dreams of having sex with lisa minci, but you’re the one fucking her silly in the library tonight.

pairing : lisa x reader (gender neutral pronouns, amab)

rating : explicit, not safe for work (sexual content)

type : one-shot

tags : public sex, library sex, dirty talk, praise kink, slight verbal degradation, the usage of the words “whore”, “doll”, and “slut”, hair pulling, riding, cumming inside, some spanking, some manhandling, breeding kink if u squint real hard, reader has a big dick

word count : 1,407

author's note : title from 'cheerleader' by omi. lisa pls lemme suck on ur tiddies.

( masterlist │ ask/request  │ ao3  )

There’s just something about fucking the woman everyone wants.

Miss Lisa Minci, the smartest and most endearing person in all of Monstadt, complete with a body sculpted by Venus herself. You haven’t met a man, nor woman, who hasn’t dreamt of indulging themselves in some kind of romantic endeavors with her.

She seemed like the perfect partner—smart, but knows when to hold herself back. She was also kind and thoughtful, with a little pinch of sexiness added into the bunch.

Her clumsy personality was what caught your attention first.

Sure, her thick thighs or fuckable lips were what you saw first, but the way she apologized for once messing up the return date on your book caused you to dream of hammering into her innocent face for weeks.

And her tits—archons her fucking tits.

You had always wanted to feel them fill the empty spaces between your fingers; you’ve seen the way she races down the stairs, jugs just barely contained in her slutty dress, and how she would pant and wipe her forehead, looking at you with her lackadaisical smile. You wondered how she would look like after you fuck her senseless, how heavy her breath would be.

You would think that she was doing everything on purpose.

The soft greeting she gives you whenever you enter the vicinity of the library, the way she’d push her tits together every time she leans down to help you pick a book, letting you a view of her delicious breasts and the valley between them.

You constantly thought about how it would feel to fuck her tits, watching your cock disappear between her ample chest and kissing her lips.

And you were sure that you weren’t the only one in Mondstadt with thoughts so fucking filthy about her; you were sure that dozens of others would kill just to get her to show them her tits.

But you seemed to inherit Lady Luck’s blessings, as you get to be the lucky bastard to pound into her tonight.

You felt Lisa’s warm cunt enveloping your cock as you drilled into her mercilessly, with her bare tits pressed against the table.

“Fuck,” she moaned out your name, voice shy and intimidated at the thought of being fucked silly by you on her desk in the library.

It took you a while to coax her into dirtying her own office table with her own juice that night—starting with rubbing her core through her thin panties as she sat on your lap, writhing under your strong hold. You lapped hungrily at the sweaty skin of her neck as her scent made your cock harder and harder.

As soon as she finally grinded down on your clothed dick, putting her plump ass to good use, you pulled her dress down to let the cool night air hit her massive tits.

And before you knew it, you were pummeling her tight hole, spreading her wide open with your length.

She was such a good girl, Miss Lisa Minci, always asking you to go faster and harder, adding a cute little please at the end of every sentence begging you to fuck her pretty little cunt.

And you didn’t know where she learnt to use her words so compellingly, but it was like you were enchanted into giving her what she wants.

You leaned down onto her back, grabbing her jaws harshly to watch her expression—tongue drooled out with her eyes rolled back, your cock constantly hitting her sweet spot that she couldn’t even think of anything else.

“Fucking whore,” you grunted as she whined underneath your body. “How’re you taking my cock in so well, baby?”

You continued pounding into her as she tried to form an answer, her lewd voice strung together with debauchery in them as you straightened your body and dug your nails into her hips.

“You—“ she whimpered, fingers crushing documents under her body. “I’ve wanted—nghhh.”

“You gotta speak up, doll,” you grinned, pulling apart her asscheeks open using your thumb, watching how smoothly her folds were welcoming your cock.

She moaned out your name again, and again, and again.

You gave a coy smirk at the sight of her so helpless under your grip. “You like me taking you from behind, huh?”

She nodded her head like a dog in heat—a sense of pride grew in your chest as you managed to make the most clever person in the city your own little mindless fuckdoll.

Your fingers ran through her hair, before gripping a handful of them as you forcefully lifted her limp body to press against your chest, your other hand toying with her throbbing clit.

“Don’t—“ she whined, you felt her legs shaking. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum—“

You continued rubbing hard circles on her clit, rolling her nipple in between your fingers as you nibbled on her ear. “Cum, baby.”

Lisa opened her eyes, half-lidded to look at you as she wrapped her arms around your neck. “Cum with me,” she slurred as she felt the tip of your cock hitting her cervix.

You slowed down your thrust, exchanging your speed for power. Each one of your ramming caused a choked up sob from her mouth.

“I’ll fill you up,” you grunted, rubbing her clit harder, “fill you up with my seed, what about that?”

“Yesyesyes, fill my pussy with your cum—“ Lisa gasped, and her body immediately faltered after a massive wave of shuddering. You felt her pussy walls clamping your cock, her juice creaming your balls.

You let go of her body, letting her fall softly on the desk and worked on your orgasm, which came quickly after. You watched as Lisa twitched underneath you, her cunt hole gaping and closing as you decorated her walls with white sperm.

“Fuuuuck,” she breathed out your name, mouth open trying to catch her breath. You watched as she weakly tried to grind her ass around you, not wanting to waste a drop of your jizz.

You laughed softly, slapping her jiggly ass once before pulling your softening dick out from her pussy. She whined, cold at the sudden vacancy.

“C’mere,” you stepped backwards and let yourself fall on a chair, dick still hanging out.

Lisa meekly looked at you, still tired from her orgasm, and pushed herself from the desk. Her dress gathered on her wide hips as she stumbled to you, fingers pressing deep into your shoulder as she propped her knees on either side of you, lowering herself at your cock.

“You look like a fucking slut,” you chuckled, tugging a piece of hair behind her ear as she shut her eyes, biting down on her lips hard.

You placed your hands on her waist, feeling your dick hardening inside of her as she started to move her waist, tits jiggling at every roll.

“You fuckin’ me now?” You leaned on the back of the chair, enjoying the view.

“Mhmm,” she nodded, taking in the shape of your cock. “Sit still so— haaahhh, so I can ride you. Fuck…”

“Such a good girl,” you praised, watching your cock disappearing into her pretty cunt.

“I’ll fuck you dry,” she moaned again, lifting one hand from your shoulder to rub lazily on her clit. “Fuck you so good that you won’t forget the shape of my pussy.”

“Brave words,” you remarked, eyes not leaving her cunt as she pleasured herself, “especially from someone who was just begging for me to ram into her harder.”

Her cunt clenched at your words, causing a sudden jolt of excitement down your spine. She opened one eye, bottom lips jutting out and you almost took her on the table again right there and then.

But you held yourself back, clutching her waist in a grip so hard that it would surely leave a bruise on her pale skin.

“Don’t try to sound smart.”

Her words would have sounded like a threat if she wasn’t tightening against your length.

“Of course of course, Miss Librarian,” you gave her a smug grin, and Lisa decided to close her eyes again, pressing down harder on you.

“I’ll fuck you dry,” she said again, “so I won’t have to hear your stupid voice again.”

You shifted on your seat, fixing your position before grabbing her ass, bouncing her on your cock once. Lisa gasped, biting her bottom lips.

“I’d like to see you try.”

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #lisa #lisa genshin impact #lisa minci #smut #lisa x reader #lisa minci x reader #lisa x reader smut #lisa x you #genshin smut #genshin imagines #lisa smut #lisa minci smut #genshin lisa smut #lisa genshin smut #lisa genshin impact smut #one-shot

[bokutoslittlebird]

Something about a fictional character ( atsumu, ushi, iwaa , omi) manhandling you and being dominant just ...just makes me 💦💦

Sorry bout Atsumu but I’ve been seeing him as such a bottom lately and I also apologize for this sitting in my drafts since I started this before bokuto week but never got around to finishing it

The thing with Ushijima and manhandling is he doesn’t really know he’s handling you so roughly unless you tell him because he just assumes he’s that strong. Him picking you up effortlessly with one hand and taking you to the bedroom? It’s just how he does things. When he pushes you down on the bed until you can only breathe, unable to move against him? He just likes the intimacy. He just likes the way you’re so small to him and easy to handle, it can make him be a bit rough. You’re so small compared to him that he ends up pounding you until you can’t even see straight, drool spilling from your mouth.

Sakusa is always dominant, never being one who enjoys being submissive, so you know what you’re getting with him all the time. But he’s a big man with lots of strength, easily using that in the bedroom. Using only one hand to keep your legs together and in the air, while his other one pushes fingers into your drenched hole. Also a fan of folding you in half while he sits in front of a mirror, forcing you to watch how he spreads and splits you open.

Iwaizumi is another one who’s heavily dominant, always rough. He’s a man who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to use his muscles to easily lug you over his shoulder and bring you to the bedroom. Sometimes he doesn’t even go to the bedroom, he gets as far as the couch and plops you down on it before he’s crawling on top of you like a feral animal. He’s a member of the mating press brigade, so he’s another one who folds you in half and makes it hard for you to breathe in a way that has your stomach rolling (so a good way).

#BB.asks #BB.Thirst #haikyuu smut #Mr. Kiyoomi #Mr. Hajime #Mr. Wakatoshi #BB.Kinky #haikyuu x reader #tw.manhandling

[thetempleofnyx]

happy new year my love | 𝕤𝕒𝕜𝕦𝕤𝕒

summary: sakusa is so happy to have you in his life, he professes his feelings on new years. he's such a sap but i love him for it. cw: small mentions of a*co*ol. speaking of the grown up juice, this may or not make sense because i was indulging

sakusa makes it a point to kiss you all ten seconds of the count down till the ball drops. he wants to end his year and begin a new one kissing his favorite person. he’s unexpectedly sentimental and superstitious in that way despite his aloof demeanour. while the two of you are together with all of msby to celebrate, he makes sure to stick by you all night, hand around your waist, he doesnt want to lose his chance to start his year with love for you. when the clock strikes 11:59, he’ll pull you away to a quiet corner of meian’s apartment. holding your hands, he confesses to you, “out of everything that’s happened this year, the good, the bad, you stuck by me through it all. you are the best thing that has happened to me. you have always been the best and will always be the best thing that happens to me. i love you so much and i cant wait to see what this new year has in store for us.”

you wish you could respond, you wish you could tell him exactly how you feel too but when you go to answer, he shushes you “its time for the countdown” he says softly. he pulls you in close, cradling your face in his hands. tilting it back, he gives you the sweetest kiss you ever received. you're filled with so much love you could cry, as a matter of fact you do, a few tears of happiness spilling from your eyes as you and omi hold each other. you can hear hinata and atsumu whooping and screaming, as everyone chants, “5, 4, 3, 2, 1!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!” and at that moment sakusa pulls away from you and gently thumbs away at your tears, “happy new years my love." you give him a watery smile and a sweet, “happy new years omi” too before grabbing his hand and kissing his palm.

bokuto, drunk and happy, bounces over to the two of you and pulls you into a tight, warm embrace, “omi i didn't know you were such a sap! happy new years guys!!” he exclaims before dragging you away into the into the raucous joy of your friends. he's so drunk but you love it, omi just shakes his head with a chuckle as bokuto manhandles you away from him. you turn your head and with your hand stretched out, beckon sakusa to embrace it, wanting him to revel in all of the joy of the new year will bring you, him and your friends, hopefully for the rest of your lives.

#sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa fluff #msby sakusa #hinata shoyo #miya atsumu #bokuto kotaru #sakusa x reader #msby x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #nyx's notes

[oilivia]

"don't call me by my name" - w/ Sakusa

a/n: i planned to write something completely different, but here we are - dom Sakusa! let me know any feedback you have ♡♡ smut after the cut

cw/tw: smut, dom Sakusa, dubcon, choking, degradation, kabedon, marking, knee-riding, fingering, manhandling, creampie

wording: 1.1k

“Do you know what you fucking do to me?” Sakusa pushes you against the bathroom wall, his voice dropping an octave lower as he cages you with his arms. 

There’s no escaping him. 

“Prancing around the room in that tight dress, flaunting your ass for of all those fuckers. Are you that desperate for attention, hmm? Is my cock not enough for you?” 

“Omi-” your words die in your throat when his fingers clasp around your neck, Sakusa’s knee forcing your thighs open.

“Don’t ‘Omi’ me,” he snarls in your ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down your spine. His knee rubs roughly at your clit through the thin fabric of your panties and you can feel your folds growing wet with slick. “Sluts like you don’t get to call me by my name. Look at you, getting all hot and bothered from being manhandled.” He chuckled, fingers clutching tighter at your neck. “Aren’t you a masochistic little bitch?”

You feel yourself get lightheaded and you know you’ve fucked up. “Sir,” your choked-out voice sounds like music to Sakusa’s ears. There it is, he’s proud to see you haven’t forgotten. He won’t make it easy for you though - you made him jealous, seeing everyone at the party ogling your ass and your tits stirred him. 

You’re Sakusa’s and his only.

He loosens the hold, gripping your chin then tilting your face up to meet his eyes. “That’s more like it.” His words are harsh, but you see his eyes soften for a moment before something darker brews in his gaze when it drops to your slightly parted lips. He won’t kiss you, you know that. It’s one of Sakusa’s rules for when you make him angry - no kisses and no pet names, not until you’ve learned your lesson.

Still, that doesn’t mean no fun.

He pulls down the straps of your dress, your exposed nipples hardening at the contact with the cold air of the bathroom. Deft fingers trail your jawline, tracing the column of your neck until they reach the blooming buds on your chest, brushing against them as goosebumps litter your skin. You can’t help the soft whimpers that leave your mouth at the lingering touches that torment you while Sakusa still tirelessly works your clit.

You feel your knees wanting to give out, pleasure clouding your mind as Sakusa’s lips touch your shoulder. You know it’s not a kiss. No, not when you feel teeth gripping at your flesh, biting and sucking with fervor. Your moans grow louder as he marks you, a promise you need no words to understand - ‘You’re going back there and everyone will know who you belong to, who fucked you and marred your skin in the bathroom.’

You don’t mind it though, not with how his hands move to pull down your panties only to let them pool at your ankles as he unzips his pants to free his throbbing erection. No matter how many times you see it, you can’t help but gulp at the size. Something that big can’t possibly fit inside you. But Sakusa always manages to make it fit.

“Don’t worry, I know you can barely take me even when you’re prepped. I don’t plan to hurt you - not in that way at least,” he chuckles, pushing two fingers inside your sopping cunt, spreading and scissoring them in an attempt to make it easier for his cock to slip in. You let out a cry, gripping at his shoulders as he starts pumping in and out of you faster and faster. You’re gushing on his hand when he adds another finger, spreading and trying to loosen up your too-tight walls.

He pulls out with no warning, making your hole clench around nothing “That’s as much as that slutty cunt is getting.” For a moment you’re scared that he’s going to zip his pants back up and leave you there panting, so when you see him align his cock with your entrance, you let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you, Sir.” The words fall from your mouth with ease. You’re grateful, and you know how much Sakusa loves it when you’re polite. 

And as if on cue, his lips curve into a slight smile “That’s a good girl. Now hold onto me,”  he instructs with a stern tone. You oblige, the praise making the coil in your abdomen twist tighter as the pressure threatens to overwhelm you. You wrap your arms around his neck, trying to brace yourself as your needy cunt clenches with anticipation.

And right when you are about to open your mouth to beg, impatient and hungry for him, you feel yourself go breathless as Sakusa’s pushes into you, his cock splitting you inch by inch, eyes transfixed on you and drinking up every twist of your face as the pleasure drowns your senses. Moans get stuck at the back of your throat as you squirm, desperate and unsure if you want to escape the mind-numbing sensation or sink yourself deeper onto his cock. 

With a swift motion, he pulls out of you just to thrust deeper, burying himself to the hilt inside you. You writhe under his touches, body shaking and jerking as each shove pushes you harder and harder against the wall. “You’re such a needy slut, aren’t you?” Delirious moans spill out of your mouth as your hole squeezes the invading cock, Sakusa’s words only serving to spur you on. 

You feel as if you’re about to break under the rough touches of the man before you. He grunts as he feels the pressure build up inside him, chasing release with eager hands groping your flesh and fingertips digging into your skin. 

And just as he’s about to spill his seed inside you he relents, hungry lips meeting, mouths crashing into a searing kiss that sends you over the edge you danced on for the past fifteen minutes. He greedily swallows your cries as you cum, your walls tightening around his cock and milking it until your insides are painted white as Sakusa cums with a loud groan. 

He breaks the kiss in favor of a much-needed breath, head resting on your shoulder as he keeps you still, letting your orgasms wash over you. You stay like that for a while and as you come back from your high you feel lips planting soft kisses on the glistening skin of your neck.

“You did well, baby.”

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#sakusa smut #sakusa x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #sakusa x reader smut #haikyuu x reader smut #sakusa kiyoomi smut #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #tw.degradation #tw.dubcon #tw.choking

[flwrbo]

Dream

cw : dark content. cnc , slapping , major asphyxiation , reader passes out , degradation , spit , everything is consensual and reader is given access to a safe word at all times!

sakusa kiyoomi x reader smut. mdni.

943 words

(a/n : this is the darkest thing ive written so far. please read the warnings!! take care of urselves <3)

“Move your fucking hands off me,” Sakusa grunts down at you as you grip his biceps. His hands hold you down, feeling you up. You push against him with your hands resting on his upper arms which makes him grip your face in his hand. “What did I fucking say? What did I say, huh?”

In a split second, both of your wrists are pinned above your head in just one of his big hands. He scowls down at you. “I told you to stop touching me,” he resumes feeling up your breasts as you writhe underneath him. The feeling of his hand running over your bare nipples makes it so hard for you to stifle your moans. “Why don’t you listen?”

You’re naked underneath his fully clothed body. The sight alone sends shivers down your spine. The loud zip of his jeans fills the room and dread pours over you like ice water. He laughs loudly in your face. “You look so fucking hot when you’re panicking,” he smiles as he takes his hard cock out of his pants. Tears spring to your eyes.

“Omi, please-“

He shushes you loudly. “This could’ve been so easy if you just listened to me,”

He presses his tip against your hole and your legs seize up around him. “No- No! Omi!” Your voice cries out, playing the part he loves so much. His eyes shine darkling above you as he continues to press himself further inside you. “Please… please don’t- please. I can’t-“

He bottoms out in one push, grunting loudly as you clench around him. The moan tears out of your mouth before you can stop it and he laughs for the second time that night. “I knew you liked it, you fucking whore,” He thrusts into you again, watching as your eyes roll back. “C’mon. Moan like the bitch you are,” He grunts out as he pounds into you harder than he’s ever done before.

He doesn’t know what comes over him as he jackrabbits his hips into yours, aiming upwards for that sweet spot that makes you cry your cute little eyes out.

He finally pushes into it and you cry out loudly, only able to lay there and take what he’s giving you. He manhandles your legs above his shoulders before he puts one foot up on the bed and begins fucking you deeply like that. “C’mon, I’m losing you. Are you this easy?” He laughs breathlessly as he fucks into you at the same fast pace. “Who knew my precious little angel was such a whore?”

You spit on him before you realize what you’ve done. He reels back - not expecting you to do such a disgusting thing to him. His grip on your hands loosens as he reaches to wipe his face off, and you take the opportunity to slap him. Hard. You didn’t even have time to regret it before he was in motion.

“You stupid no good fucking whore,” He backhand slaps your cheek and the sound carries itself through the room as your ears start to ring. his pace picks up fucking into you - somehow even harder than he was before. He’s never been so mad in his life, he was sure. And if he wasn’t seeing red from how angry he was, he might’ve been able to appreciate the absolute blissed out expression on your face. “Do you like hurting me?” He asks as one of his hands regrips your wrists and the other squishes your face. “Answer me,”

“Omi-“ You struggle to say as your cheeks are smushed together.

He lets out one of your hands, placing it on his arm where you tap him to safeword out, and you feel panic run through you again. His right hand travels from your face to your neck, grasping lightly first and then gradually tightening to the point where you can’t even think. He still doesn’t feel you tap out of the scene.

“Why do you want to hurt me, baby?” Your hand moves from his arm to push against his chest weakly and he finds a sick pleasure in the way you shake from the lack of oxygen as he fucks you within every inch of your life. “Do you like seeing me in pain?” His hips slow down and begin to roll instead, deeply and harshly.

Your eyes roll back but he can’t tell if it's from pleasure or from you giving out - until he feels your legs stop kicking and your hand go limp where he’s still holding it. Sakusa pants loudly above you, stopping his hips before he chuckles at your unmoving body below him.

He enjoys the moment for a second until he slaps you. “C’mon, princess. You haven’t cum around my cock yet,”

You don’t respond and he slaps you again - harder this time. He feels you clench around him and your eyes slowly blink open before you're pushing against him again. “What’d you do?” Your cute voice whines out as he laughs above you, resuming his fast pace.

“Put your hand back on my arm.”

You listen to him this time, unsure of what he has planned. His hand returns to its place on your neck and he leans down in your face. A glob of spit lands on your cheek and lips. The whine tears itself out of your mouth before you can stop it.

“Here’s the rule,” He tightens his grip on your neck just barely. “You’re gonna cum on my cock before you pass out,” He thrusts in harshly enough for you to cry out. “Or else I’m not gonna wake you up this time.”

#<3.s.k #<3.sakusa #<3.dark #tw.dark content #tw.cnc #tw.asphyxiation #<3.smut #sakusa kiyoomi x reader smut #hq x reader smut

[rocorambles]

Good day my friend! May I ask for your thoughts on yandere Atsumu and Sakusa with a shared darling? I’m curious about their dynamic!

What a messy messy messy dynamic this will be...

Warnings: Yandere, Toxic Relationship

The two know how to work together. Hours at practice, days on the road, and nights in shared hotel rooms have made it impossible for them not to. But that doesn’t mean they like each other any better. They tolerate each other at most, laying their differences aside for the greater good, knowing it’ll take impeccable teamwork to keep their thriving careers and you all neatly integrated in their lives.

Your only saving grace is that at least they’re both gone for extended amounts of time together, leaving you locked up and alone, yet free of possessive hands and intense predatory stares.

But the peace and freedom you feel is always only temporary and the reprieve only makes the anxiety worse when you hear the front door open, hear the two men arguing with each other about something or another.

You don’t know if you’ve ever seen Sakusa in a good mood, maybe a better mood every now and then. Atsumu has his more playful charm in the few moments where you catch him alone. But together? As they usually are? It’s a Civil War in your four walled prison and you’re the casualty.

It always starts off deceptively softly, Atsumu bolting towards you when they reach the basement and clinging onto you, whining and complaining about how irritating Sakusa is, how much he’s missed you. “Tell me you love me, that you missed me too, that you like me more than Omi-Omi.” And in return you play it safe, letting your body melt in his arms, letting him manhandle you into his lap, toned arms wrapping around you, telling him you love him, purposefully not looking at Sakusa, not even mentioning him, hoping for once you can quell whatever toxic need for competition the two have.

But you know it’s just another failure when Sakusa scoffs, wincing when Atsumu’s nails accidentally dig into your skin at the hostile sound.

Don’t say it. Don’t say it. Don’t say it.

“Why would she miss you when all you do is drool and pant on her like a stupid dog?”

Your heart sinks, already knowing there’s no turning back and sure enough, you shriek when teeth harshly bite into the crook of your shoulder, tears forming in your eyes as the pain settles in and Atsumu tenderly kisses the wound while sneering up at Sakusa.

“I bite too.”

But as much as your new crimson mark stings, you know it’s the least of your concern when you see how Sakusa’s normally impassive face turns even stonier as he makes his way towards the both of you. And you tremble, terrified of the inevitable as you’re further trapped by your tormentors, knowing that although their heated scowls are shared between them alone, that you’ll be the one to suffer.

#yandere atsumu #yandere sakusa #yandere haikyuu #atsumu x reader #sakusa x reader #tw: yandere

[amjustagirl]

Hogwarts AU (Haikyuu!!)

Previously: Miya Atsumu. Miya Osamu. Kita Shinsuke. Kuroo Tetsuro. Tsukkishima Kei.  Bokuto Koutaro

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Wordcount: 2.5k

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff

Genre / Pairings: Fluff, Hogwarts AU, Sakusa / Reader

Summary: You’re invited to Kiyoko’s seventeenth birthday party, which turns out to be a ball for the glittering elite of the magical world, where you meet one very surly, very sulky Sakusa Kiyoomi.

A/N: Comments as always, are much welcomed. Feel free to shout at me anytime!

Requests closed for the time being!

Though if you toss a suggestion my way that I like, I may...reconsider ;)

Requested by Yeon baobei @moondaius​ I hope you like it, darling <3

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You feel out of place in this party filled with the glittering elite of magical society. Your sleeves do not quite reach down to your wrists, and the ruffles on the neckline of your dress robes are a little limp, but you’ve had to make do with the rejected pile of clothes from your more affluent cousins. It’s not often you get invited to formal dinner parties anyway. Your home is a tiny attic flat on the cross junction between Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley, and your mother is just a humble cleaning lady, so this soiree is just an exception - your classmate Kiyoko being exceptionally kind and inviting you to her seventeenth birthday party. 

“Look! Isn’t that Sakusa Kiyoomi? Isn’t he handsome?” You can hear the girls around you sigh dreamily to their friends as said boy enters the ballroom with his cousin Komori in tow. 

The Ravenclaw seeker elicits this sort of reaction even in school - or especially in school, but you’ve never joined his legion of fans, his overall grumpiness acting as a deterrent to you ever speaking to him despite sharing multiple classes together. Still, he is handsome, you admit to yourself. Towering over most of the party guests, Sakusa Kiyoomi has artfully tousled black curls, cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass and the most adorable pair of moles above his right eyebrow. 

“Komori!” You wave, grinning with affection as the affable Ravenclaw keeper bounds over towards you like an overgrown puppy. 

“It’s so nice to see you here!” He greets you with his usual cheer. “These parties can be a drag if you don’t know anyone.”

“It is a little overwhelming”, you admit, side-eyeing the chandeliers hanging from the arched ceiling, dripping in crystals and wrought with gold. You’re sure that if you managed to sneak just one chandelier in your pocket, it’d be enough to feed you and your mother for an entire year. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you have fun tonight!” Komori promises with a chuckle. Then he snaps his head back, realising he’s left his cousin stranded in a crowd of fawning women - a fate that Sakusa Kiyoomi obviously deems worse than death judging from the way he glowers down at his shoes as if they’ve offended him in some way. 

“You better rescue him”, you add, internally amused as Yuna-san from Slytherin slides her talons up Sakusa’s arms. “Five minutes in, and he already seems like a damsel in distress.”

Komori answers you with a lopsided grin as he swims through the crowd to reach his cousin drowning in his worst nightmare. You snort to yourself, helping yourself to a generous amount of punch, watching as Komori manages to extract Sakusa while charming the ladies into not sulking too much at the loss of their prey. Sakusa promptly disappears once he’s free from the quicksand of social interaction, while Komori himself gets claimed for the first dance of the night. 

You have fun too - well, somewhat. You stand along the sides of the ballroom like an overgrown wallflower, watching as your peers in brightly coloured dresses get asked for dances while you’re passed over with a glance at your ill-fitting dress. But Komori does swing by and dances a foxtrot with you - both of you trip over the other at one point, causing a small commotion in the corner of the ballroom, but it’s all in good fun. Even Kiyoko takes the time to pop by and say hi, even though she’s swamped with well-wishers and familial obligations.  

You don’t regret coming to the party at all. 

“Omi, be social for once.” It’s only because your ears are sharp that you overhear Komori urge his cousin out from his hiding spot behind the dessert table. “You’ve been hiding from everyone the entire night, and you haven’t even danced once!” 

“I don’t like people.” Sakusa grounds out through clenched teeth. “And I don’t dance”. 

“Don’t be a grump. There are perfectly nice people here - look, I have a friend here who’d be perfect for a dance”. 

You look up, meeting his eyes as he grins apologetically at you. You’re about to mouth ‘hell no’ at the irrepressible Komori, but Sakusa beats you to it in his characteristically blunt fashion. 

“She’s tolerable enough I suppose, but I’m not inclined to be a knight in shining armour and dance with someone just because no one else will”. 

Your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline. 

Komori looks like he’s about to push Sakusa into the birthday cake, but thinks the better of it. “Omi”, he hisses in warning. 

Sakusa glances up, guilt flooding his eyes when he meets your gaze, but you don’t give him a chance to redeem himself, flouncing away in a swirl of faded satin. You brazenly seek out dance partners for yourself - Kuroo from Slytherin might seem smarmy, but he smirks at you in recognition and twirls you around in a merry square dance and Akaashi from Ravenclaw looks like he’d much rather bury his nose in a book but he’s gentlemanly enough to let you take his hand for a stately waltz. 

You’re in the middle of another waltz, this time with sunny Bokuto from Hufflepuff when you spot Sakusa squirming from the corner of your eye. Yuna (Slytherin, seventh year, pureblooded of course) has him cornered, back against the wall, and there’s no Komori in sight to save him – nor anyone really, almost everyone else is enjoying themselves on the dance floor. 

You sigh inwardly. Sakusa might be cold and cranky but even he deserves to be rescued from Yuna’s clutches, so you maneuver Bokuto towards in their direction. Bokuto, to his credit, catches on immediately, and with a spark of mischief in his eyes, he grabs a glass of punch and tips it over both Sakusa and Yuna. 

“You idiot!?!” Yuna shrieks, horrified as the bright red liquid stains the front of her robes. “These robes were specially tailored for me in Paris you know?”

You didn’t know that, and frankly – you couldn’t care less about the cost of her fancy robes, and with a murmured – I’ll help Sakusa clean up, you grab said boy by his sleeve and manhandle him out of the ballroom. Thankfully she’s so distracted that she doesn’t pick up on the fact that you’re both seventh years now, so there’s really no need for you to rush to the washroom since it’s completely legal for you to be using magic to clean Sakusa up. You leave Bokuto in your wake to deal with an irate Yuna, but he’s grinning nonetheless, telling her that his cleaning charms are awesome, does she want him to try fixing her dress? Akaashi and Kuroo join the commotion, and in the diversion they cause, no one notices your escape.

You tug him down a deserted hallway, relinquishing your grip on him only when you find an appropriate hiding place – an open air balcony, where no one is likely to stumble on you. ‘Turgeo’, you whisper, whipping out your wand, nodding in satisfaction as the charm siphons punch off Sakusa’s robes. 

“You can catch your breath here for a bit”, you tell him, hopping up to take a precarious seat on the balcony railing. His brows pinch together, and you watch, bemused as he tries to make sense of what just transpired.

“Tha-“ 

Taking pity on him, you interrupt him. “You don’t have to thank me. I came to your rescue cos you’re tolerable, even though you’re always grumpy. Plus, I’m a Gryffindor, so being a knight in shining armour comes naturally to me”. 

Your amusement grows as he splutters at having his ill mannered words quoted back at him, embarrassment burning into his cheeks. It’s fun to throw calm, collected Sakusa Kiyoomi off balance sometimes, you think – and perhaps given his privileged, pureblood background, he probably needs it every once in a while. But then you’re surprised when he gathers himself and inclines his head ever so slightly. 

“That was…inexcusable of me to speak of you that way. I apologise.” 

 “It’s fine”, you reply easily, but he doesn’t allow you to shrug his apology off. 

“It’s not. I was rude and unkind.” 

This is the most you’ve ever heard Sakusa Kiyoomi say, and you want to capitalise on it. 

“I know how you can remedy that”, you interject with a smile. 

He quirks his eyebrows in confusion, watching you warily. You’re tempted to drag out the suspense to watch him squirm, but you don’t want to torture the poor boy any further. 

“You can pay me back by giving me the dance you so cruelly refused me”, you tell him, jumping down onto your feet. Then with the most unladylike laugh, you sweep into an exaggerated bow, holding your hand out to him - 

“My good sir, if you please?” 

He stares down at your proffered hand. “Here? Now?” 

“You have another time in mind?” You ask sarcastically, back still bent in a bow. “Come on, your mother probably brought you up better than this, don’t keep a girl waiting forever.”

“Fine, fine”, he mumbles. So as the string orchestra in the ballroom strikes up another tune yet again, he takes your hand, and wrapping his arm around your waist, he leads you in a waltz. 

Step step twirl. 

One two three. 

Step step twirl. 

He’s the ideal dance partner, expertly steering you through the one-two-three of the melody, never once making a misstep – though he does wince when you tread on his toes once too many times. 

“You’re surprisingly good at dancing, for a misanthrope”, you comment.

“My mother made me learn”, he replies, ignoring the hidden barb in your remark. “It’s a waste of time, but I guess now that I keep getting invites for balls, it’s useful knowledge so I don’t make a fool of myself when I get forced to dance.”

“Like now?” You chuckle self-deprecatingly. 

He doesn’t reply for a few beats and you assume the conversation is over when he replies – 

“Not like now. It - this is nice.” 

It’s summer, and while the cool night still nips at your skin, warmth inexplicably suffuses your cheeks. You thought you were just having a laugh, it’s only now that you realise that the situation you’ve put yourself in with Sakusa is practically lifted out of a fairytale – a boy and a girl, hiding in a balcony, waltzing under the stars? The only thing missing is maybe a shooting star falling from the skies, or a lost glass slipper or two. 

Your train of thought is interrupted when the song ends, and he surprises you yet again when he does not drop your hand. 

“Would my lady wish to dance with me again”, he asks, though there’s a glimmer of playfulness in his eyes that belies his formal tone. 

You ignore every fiber of your being screaming at you that dancing with him again is going to be terrible for your heart, dropping into a low curtsy. 

“Why, I thought you’d never ask”, you simper in a poor imitation of Yuna and her toadies, and he only snorts, sweeping you into his arms, intent on dancing the night away. 

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“The two of you have been gone the entire night”, Komori comments, a faint accusatory tone colouring his words. “I was about to organise a search party.”

“I was just helping Sakusa clean up after a mishap with a glass of punch”, you reply, though your lie is punctured by the wince you give when your shoes pinch your feet – a sign that you’ve danced far, far too much on this magical night. 

“Is that so?” Komori directs his question to his stoic cousin. 

Sakusa doesn’t even bother to reply, palm warm against the small of your back as he ushers you off to his flying carriage, intent on sending you safely home. 

Your mother’s jaw drops when she wakes up to Sakusa’s carriage thunder down your street, a fleet of winged white horses dragging an enchanted golden carriage. You feel like Cinderella as he escorts you to the front door, pressing a courtly kiss to the back of your hand when he wishes you goodnight. That is, if Cinderella snagged her Prince Charming on the first night they met -  by accident, no less. 

Your jaw drops when you wake up the next morning to a delivery from an imperial looking snow owl, and when you tear open the parcel, your hands shake so much you have to sit down. That ridiculous boy sent you dress robes of pearl white tulle, along with an invitation to his seventeenth birthday party, to be held in two weeks. 

And the most staggering of all – the parcel also includes your dance card, Sakusa’s name neatly written in it to claim ayour dances for the night. 

Every single dance of the night. 

“Impertinent fellow”, you mutter to yourself, though you can’t help but fall back onto your bed, giggling like a loon. 

Sakusa Kiyoomi is an enigma, a boy shielding his true self from the world by cocooning himself in layers of unfriendliness and grumpiness. But in the short amount of time you’ve spent with him, you’ve discovered that he isn’t as cold or unfeeling as he makes himself out to be. You unearthed his sharp sense of humour when he started dropping barbs about preening party guests, telling you the dirty secrets of each pureblooded family gathered here tonight. 

“She did what?” you gasped. “No way.”

‘Believe it”, he smirked. “She later tried marrying her daughter off to me, but my parents refused”. 

And over the course of the night, you start to see shades of his softer side. He surprised you when he apologised over and over again for not dancing with you the first time, saying he hadn’t realised that you were being overlooked because almost everyone in attendance were snobs. 

“It’s the dress”, you told him cheekily, tugging at the cheap fabric. “Otherwise everyone around here would be falling for my sparkling personality”. 

He couldn’t help but snort at that. 

Then he started to tell you about himself. You learn that he wants to go pro not because he has a burning passion for Quidditch, but rather because it’s something he’s put so much effort into that he might as well continue doing it into adulthood. You learn that despite his complaints about the Ravenclaw team - seemingly sweet Suga and the troublesome beaters Makki and Mattsun in particular driving him insane with their relentless ribbing and puns and jokes, he’s grown fond of them. 

He’s funny and witty and sentimental and smart. You truly enjoyed his company last night. 

You can’t wait to see him again. 

Neither can Sakusa, so it seems. He’s on your doorstep before noon, a bouquet of roses and a bashful expression on his face. 

“A gentleman caller”, you pretend to swoon as you open the door. “Happy day!” 

“I hope I’m the only one”, he retorts, all shyness evaporating immediately, a glint of amusement in his dark eyes. 

“So far you are”, you tease, nose buried in rosebuds. “Fair warning before you sweep me off my feet though - I’m not going to be one of your typical, pureblooded heiresses who’ll titter at every word you say, just cos you’re Sakusa Kiyoomi”. 

He actually chuckles at that. “I’m counting on that”, he says, taking your hand. 

You both share a shy smile.  

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