#sakusa drabble

[gabseyoo]

WASTE OF LIPSTICK — SAKUSA KIYOOMI

content: female reader, established relationship, fluff. word count: 0,7k.

note: soft sakusa is my religion.

Sakusa Kiyoomi had a reputation for being serious, collected, competitive, honest and even a little intimidating— well, too intimidating. 

Many say he’s even scary. 

You couldn’t agree more, indeed, he was all that. Your boyfriend’s reputation doesn’t come from nowhere, right?

But that’s the Kiyoomi that the public knew. The Kiyoomi you knew was nothing like what they thought he was, in fact, he was someone completely different.

Your Kiyoomi was someone kind, funny and even somewhat corny. He was someone who planned the most memorable dates, was always spoiling you, had a picture of you as his wallpaper, wore his promise ring every day, gave you lots of cute petnames and—believe it or not—sent kisses at the end of every phone call when he’s away. 

It’s not like he hid how he acted with his girlfriend, which is why so many of his acquaintances were surprised by how much he softened when it came to you, and honestly, that’s one of the many things you loved about him.

You didn’t know why those kinds of thoughts about your boyfriend’s not-so-hidden sweet side were going through your head right now, maybe it was because if someone when you first met the intimidating Sakusa Kiyoomi had told you that someday he’d be your boyfriend and you’d be here, straddling his lap with him lying in the comfort of your bed and he would have a face full of red lipstick stains that you had spread on his smooth skin, you wouldn’t have believed them.

“This is a waste of lipstick.” 

You chuckled at your boyfriend’s sudden words that broke the comfortable silence. 

“I know.” You pushed aside a strand of hair on his forehead to leave a kiss there and smiled before leaving another on his temple, decorating his skin with new red marks. “But it’s worth it, you look pretty.” 

Kiyoomi smiled.

“Do I?” He placed his hand behind your head, stroking your skin in a soothing manner as he looked lovingly into your eyes, and you swore that at that moment it was as if you fell in love with him all over again for the thousandth time. 

A sincere smile appeared on your lips and you responded with a small mhm as you brought your face close to his until your noses brushed.

“I think you look pretty too.” Kiyoomi whispered before joining your lips in a kiss.

With his hand on the back of your neck he put a little more pressure to deepen the kiss and the other did the same on your lower back, you buried yours in his dark curls. It was romantically slow, you both just enjoyed the feel of each other’s lips. 

It wasn’t until you needed a breath of air that you broke away, but not before giving him a little peck.

You supported yourself on your hands on either side of his head and looked down at your boyfriend, letting out a giggle when you saw that his mouth was completely smeared with red. You thought about commenting on it, but he beat you to it.  

“Your mouth is all messy now.” He gently took you by the chin and his thumb wiped under your lips, you knew that this action had surely smeared the lipstick more instead of cleaning it, but you didn’t mind in the least. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You kissed his finger in reassurance before asking, “Ready for round two, Omi?” 

“I’m all yours, baby.” He stated, putting his hands behind his head to make himself comfortable on your pillow. 

“I like that.” You sat up straight again on his lap and picked up the red lipstick you had left on your nightstand. 

Kiyoomi watched with a smitten smile how you applied more lipstick on your lips, getting ready for another round of kisses that he was more than willing to receive.

“You still think this is a waste of lipstick?” You questioned as you leaned in to leave a kiss on his jaw 

“Maybe.”

You gasped dramatically and Kiyoomi let out a chuckle. 

“But I always can buy you more, you know.” He added and took your hand in his to leave a kiss on your knuckles. “As long as you waste it on me.” 

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[sunaluv]

I need more “come get your man” posts👏 it doesn’t matter when but they give me life🗣️🗣️

ask and you shall receive

part 1 part 2

pairings: bokuto, baji, sakusa

BOKUTO

“me and kotaro would look good, no?”

the table consisting of you, your best friend, the girl and her best friend turned to look at the girl who hasn’t felt the need to hide her infatuation with your boyfriend.

“what are you talking about?” your best friend.

“i don’t know,” she twirled her locks around her finger, looking upwards in thought. “we’ve known each other nearly all our lives, i feel like it’s inevitable.”

again, silence.

“is that not your boyfriend talking to bokuto right now?”

the girl sighed. “i don’t care about him, after all i just settled. the one i really want is right there.”

you didn’t need to follow her finger to know where it was pointed. the sound of your boyfriends boisterous laughter reached your ears, such an opposing atmosphere to the one you were sat in right now.

‘at least one of us is enjoying ourselves’ you thought.

“he doesn’t think of you that way.”

the tension was suffocating as all three heads turned towards your stern scowl.

her eyes widened. “damn i kinda forgot you were his…” she waved her hand, refusing to acknowledge the fact that the man she wants has already been claimed. “when you’re done with him, send him my way yeah,”

whether the smirk on her face was joking or serious, you didn’t know and quite frankly didn’t care.

before you could retort, a loud voice called over to you. “baby, come here a sec!”

like a flipped switch, the loving smile oh so familiar to your kotaro made an appearance on your face as you left the table, itching to get as far away from the girl as possible.

she nervously watched as you engaged in conversation with your boyfriend and ‘what she settled for’. hands fiddled with themselves under the table as she watched you whisper something to the two, causing bokutos smile to drop, and her boyfriends eyes to harden in disbelief.

three pairs of eyes stared her down, one angry, one disappointed and one challenging.

there was no point in defending herself, she had already known you relayed her message on to her soon to be ex boyfriend, but what hurt more than being caught was the disappointed look that pierced her heart, the look coming straight from the man she loved.

BAJI

"hey girlie can i give you some advice real quick?"

you were dreading this. a small get-together with your boyfriend and his friends suddenly turned into a side eye fest when baji's self-proclaimed 'bestie' showed up. ever since the stern look over she gave you when she greeted you, you could tell she was bursting at the seams to give some 'girl to girl' advice on your outfit choice.

now that baji reluctantly left your side to hover in the kitchen, she made her move.

"i love your sense of fashion and stuff, you know how you just don't care what anyone thinks of your outfit, buttttttt i just wanted to let you know thank kei isn't into that stuff, he's more into the innocent barbie kinda look, d'ya get what I'm saying?"

you gave a once over at her outfit: oversized, pink sunglasses sat atop her dead straight blonde hair, she wore a bralette miniskirt two-piece with an oversized hoodie covering her arms.

not to stereotype, but she's describing herself. maybe not so much the innocence, but the barbie look described her for sure.

"he's also into blondes," she snapped her gum. " since we've been friends forever, i can tell you now all the girls he dated, or showed interest in were blonde. not to tell you to not be yourself or whatever..."

"maybe that's why he went for something different this time," you shrugged. "the ones before me didn't work out."

she played off her surprise with a laugh. "that would make sense yeah..." she tucked her hair behind her ear awkwardly, leaving awkward silence between you.

"why are you guys sitting in silence." keisuke made his presence known, holding two solo cups.

as he walked past, the girl leaned forward ready to thank your boyfriend for the drink, but he walked past her without looking back, making her shrink in embarrassment.

"for you, my lady." he bowed dramatically.

"you're so silly kei," you chuckled, pulling him into you. "hey do you like blondes?"

he almost got whiplash from your sudden change of topic. "i like what i like."

"and what do you like,"

"i like you... i guess"

"what do you mean 'you guess'" you jokingly mocked, hitting him lightly after setting your drink down.

"nothing, nothing" he chuckled, wrapping an arm around you. "why ask anyways?"

you subtly glanced at the girl who watched the whole interaction in silence, shooting her a smug smirk.

"no reason."

SAKUSA

"your boyfriends so good looking," a voice so quiet, you were sure you weren't meant to hear it.

you turned your head towards the manager's daughter who had the audacity.

she jolted at your hostility "did I say that out loud? whoops, I meant the guy next to him."

the practice match had now ended, and sakusa began to make his way towards you as the team now had their break.

"sakusa!" she waved him over, thrusting a bottle towards him. "good work out there, have a drink!"

"no thanks."

he walked passed her and straight towards you, taking the bottle you had brought with you from your shared home.

"would you like a towel?"

damn she was persistent

"no thanks" his voice remained the same. "i'd rather use things i can trust, from my own home."

she watched enviously as he took the towel from your hands, wiping the sweat from his chiselled face. not a word was spoken between you, but the warm and loving smiles and the faint blush covering his cheeks said enough.

"you know i can do so much more for you than she can," she started. "does it not make more sense to be with me? you literally play for my team."

though her words were sharp and precise, they didn't hit the intended target. your face held the same expression, save for the daring look you shot her, challenging her to continue.

before you could speak up to her, kiyoomi spoke.

"you know its better to date someone you love, right?" his mocking words took the same format she used. "and i don't play for you, i play for your father, and I'm sure he would love to hear about his bothersome daughter whose uncomfortable advances are messing with my play." he basically threatened.

if heartbreak had one expression, she would be wearing it. whether it was the way he declared he didn't love her or the way he used her trump card against her, her expression was firm, then slack, then firm again.

her open mouth twitched, debating on whether or not to try to win him back. 'to win his heart or to leave him be, to win his heart or to leave him be?'

'leave him be' she came to the conclusion.

smart girl.

though the tension lingered in the air, she did not speak for the remainder of the day, to you or kiyoomi at least.

"didn't know you had such a mouth on you, kiyo," you smirked, liking this new side of your boyfriend.

his big palm pressed to your face, pushing you away before you could see the way the red on his cheeks deepened.

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[omi-boshi]

"What are you doing?" Kiyoomi asks from his place on the bed, wary.

His arms part as he makes space for you to wiggle your way onto his chest. He breathes a laugh at your antics, watches as you take his face between the palm of your hands. The grin that tugs on your lips is a little lopsided, a little cheeky.

The bright red of your lips catches the light and it is the last thing he sees before you begin your assault.

Kiss. On his lips.

Kiss. Right cheek.

Kiss. Left cheek.

Kiss. Tip of his nose.

Kiss. The moles on his forehead.

By the tenth kiss, he is roaring in laughter. The kind of laugh that you've only ever heard when he's with you. It's loud, it shakes his entire being, jostling your body that lies on top of his if not for the arms he has wrapped around you to keep you in place.

It's a little ugly, a little silly the way he snorts in between laughs, but it is offset by the unbridled joy so clear to your ears. The kisses you leave by the corner of his eyes are distorted by the way they're crinkled in laughter. From there, his grin is a permanent fixture as you continue to fill every gap on his face and neck with kisses.

As the tint on your lips slowly fades, his laughter does too, mellowing down into a dopey little smile, eyes bright. You pull back to admire your handiwork, your smile just as dazed.

One arm unravels from your waist to cradle one of your hands still cupping his cheeks. He nuzzles into the touch, eyes tracing over your features, gaze so warm you feel it on your skin. It moves you to lean in once more, to kiss him on the lips.

Longer this time.

And Kiyoomi is more than eager to reciprocate. It's heavier, wetter. More breaths, gasps, and the occasional bites. There is an attempt at deepening the kiss further; Kiyoomi's tongue tracing the seam of your lips. But the giddiness that thrums through him pulls his grin wider. Every time your teeth clash, it makes you laugh into his mouth. It is truly in vain that you try to kiss properly.

When you finally pull away, it is to Kiyoomi mirroring you and cupping your cheeks with both hands.

"What was that for?" He is breathless as he asks. The look on his face no less lovestruck than it was before. The tint on his lips was the most smeared compared to all other kiss marks on his face. It makes you giggle, amused.

"I just wanted to kiss you, is all." You kiss the palm of his left hand to emphasize. "And I wanted to try out the lipstick I bought today." You nod towards the tube sitting innocently on your nightstand.

Kiyoomi shakes his head, chuckling to himself.

He hugs you to his chest, rolling you onto your back, placing himself on top of you. He reaches for the tube of lipstick, smile growing mischievous.

"Guess it's time to return the favor."

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[lowkeyremi]

Kiyoomi Sakusa who is an absolute emotional drunk. He didn't want to go to dinner tonight but his manager already put him on the reservation list for the celebratory dinner. Of course you accompanied him as his plus one, but boy did he get drunk only after a few drinks.

He was less willing to answer questions and scowling way more than usual too. "Hey Omi! Those were some nice serves earlier!!" Hinata praises and Kiyoomi doesn't say anything, he just glares at his teammate. Did I mention he's clinging onto you like a sloth? His arms are wrapped around you and his face is buried in your neck. He wants to go home.

"Sorry about him Hinata, I think he's ready to go home..." Hinata nods enthusiastically as you say Kiyoomi's goodbyes for him and haul him out of the restaurant to his car. He suddenly out of no where grumbles, "I don't like the way that waiter was looking at you."

"'yoomi what are you talking about? He wasn't even looking at me." He reluctantly gets into the passenger seat. He's acting like a toddler the way a pout braces his face and he has his arms crossed.

"Yuh huh. He was eyeing you like I wasn't right there. I had to stop myself from punching that bastard." This overly emotional state of his has you giggling to yourself because you know if you were to giggle too loud he would think you were making fun of him.

"Well, it's alright now, he's not looking at me anymore." You assure him. You close his car door and run over to the driver side to make sure you two make it back to the apartment safely.

"I'm the only one who can look at you." He concludes from this whole ordeal. "That's not fair to anyone but you, Kiyo." He sighs dramatically and you think he's been spending a little too much time with a specific blond that he claims to hate.

"I don't care if it's fair. You're mine." No more words are spoken of him so you look over to check on him. Only to find his head pressed up against the window with his eyelids closed. His breaths are even and he sleeps peacefully. You cherish how cute he looks because you know as soon as he wakes he's going to be complaining about how his hair is flattened on the side that was pressed up against the window.

#he's so cute i love him #i just know if you tell him that he's starting to act like tsumu he'll go batshit crazy #nothing beats emotional drunk people #they're so cute #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #sakusa x reader #sakusa haikyuu #sakusa fluff #haikyu x reader #kiyoomi x reader #kiyoomi sakusa #sakusa drabble #haikyuu drabbles

[kitashousewife]

sakusa yawns as he opens the front door to your shared home. he’s been gone for five days. five days of games, practices, clinics, trainings, and travel. he hasn’t had a second to himself and he hasn’t slept well at all.

“welcome home kiyoomi,” you smile with your arms out wide, and he comes crashing into you. he holds you close, ignoring the scattering of his belongings on the floor for now.

“did you have fun?” you mumble into his chest and he shakes his head.

“too long,” he yawns once more and you chuckle.

sakusa has decided he cannot live without you.

“is that so?” you pull away and ignore his rather emphasized pout, opting to grab his bags instead. “do you want something to eat?”

“m’good,” his words are mumbled as he slips off his jacket and shoes. “ate on the plane.”

you nod and shut the lights off in the kitchen while sakusa locks the door. he then begins to follow you as you walk through the house like a puppy. shuffling behind you while you set the thermostat, padding down the hallway while you separate his clothes into the laundry piles for the next day, and stopping once he finally enters the bedroom.

“do you want any tea?”

“not thirsty,” he grabs some pajamas from the closet gently as his limbs are feeling heavier by the minute.

to someone on the outside, sakusa would seem cold and distant in moments like these. but you know better than anyone that he’s exhausted. normally after short trips, sakusa can hardly get a breath in as he tells you everything he did while he was gone. this trip in particular was especially grueling though, and his body is feeling the effects.

you can tell in the look in his eyes, how he pulls you close and strokes your back, how he follows you around without a word just to be close to you that he loves you more than word could say right now.

“i’m sure you’re sore, i could run you a bath? i just got more of those bath salts at the store today that you like,” you grab a towel for him and hop up on the kitchen counter. he comes to stand in between your legs, resting his head on your shoulders.

“not tonight, too tired. a shower would be good,” his eyes are closed as he speaks, messy curls falling every which way over his forehead. you brush them back before planting a kiss to his lips and slip off the counter.

“you’re in luck, i picked up that body wash we liked from the store today. it was finally in stock,” the shower flicks on and you adjust the temperature for him, just how he likes.

“oh, thank you,” he throws his laundry into the hamper. and slips inside the shower just as steam fills the bathroom in warm embrace.

you leave him to it and fill your time with things to make his night a little easier. you plug in his charger for him, set his freshly cleaned and filled up water bottle on his nightstand, and put his bags away. by the time you slip into bed, sakusa walks out of the bathroom with pajamas on, hair dripping wet, and very tired eyes.

“god i missed our bed,” sakusa sighs as he nestles in behind you and pulls you close. “thanks for putting everything away,” he kisses your head. you turn around to face him and wrap yourself around his torso. he chuckles. “someone miss me?”

“a little,” your cheek is pressed up against his chest while your arms wrap around his torso, legs intertwined. “sounds like a rough trip.”

sakusa scoffs. “absolutely ridiculous. nothing professional about any aspect of it,” he huffs, and even though the room is pitch black you can sense his eyeroll. “i’ll tell you more about it in the morning though, i’m so tired i can’t think straight,”

“get some sleep omi,” your voice is a whisper as your body finds comfort in your lovers embrace at last. his eyes are heavy and his breathing becomes deeper in a matter of seconds.

typically, sakusa tells you multiple times how much he loves you before the two of you even shut your eyes, and once or twice more as he begins to fall asleep. but tonight there wasn’t a peep between either of you.

the two of you fall asleep, tangled together under the blankets and immersed in the safety of each other after five long days.

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[salsakiyoomi]

sakusa kiyoomi is a man of his routine.

wake up early, get out of bed, take a quick shower, have breakfast, go out on his morning jog, come back home, rest for a while and then go out to practice.

that's how his everyday went — boring, right? to set such a standard and actually commit to it thoroughly every day.

but that's how kiyoomi is, how he always was — a man of his routine.

that is, until you came along.

his alarm rang about fifteen minutes ago but he's still in bed, his arms wrapped around you, and your legs are wrapped around his torso, a tangle of limbs as your face is buried into the crook of his neck, whispering, "just five more minutes."

he doesn't know how he ended up like this, still in bed even after his alarm rang when he should be up and in the shower right now, but somehow, for some reason, he could never find himself being able to say no to you.

"you said that five minutes ago." he whispers back, his fingers running gently through your hair — this is how his mornings have been ever since you moved in with him, lazy and comforting with the both of you so close to eachother, and he would never admit it out loud, but he actually likes this — likes the warmth of your body against his as you mutter sleepy sweet nothings to him.

"i know." you mumble, placing a soft kiss on the skin of his neck, "this just feels so nice." you hum sleepily, continuing to place soft, butterfly kisses on his neck, your lips barely even touching his skin as you do so, "can't you just stay home today?"

he can't help but shiver at the touch of your lips, how soft it is and he grunts quietly, "you know i can't, baby." he answers back — you always ask him this question, every morning, the answer remains the same and you don't press it, he can't help but think that you maybe ask him this just to tease him a bit.

you hum in response, and he can almost imagine your pout, but nonetheless, you continue to place butterfly kisses on his neck, trailing slowly up to his jaw, "kiyo, you're off tomorrow right?" you whisper against his skin, your hands slowly and gently trailing up his bare chest, to his shoulders and you wrap your arms around him.

he hums in response, "yeah." his fingers are treading through your hair gently, and his hand is tracing circles on your back.

you smile sleepily, he can see the way your eyes are half lidded, and he guesses you're not exactly fully awake yet, "good." you murmur "we can have this all tomorrow morning then without a deadline chasing your ass." he can't help but let out a short laugh when you say that, but he's quickly cut off when you press your lips against his mouth.

it's a bit of a sloppy kiss, with your lips parted so his tongue slips in, it's sleepy and slow, lazy as you move sluggishly against him, and you taste so sweet, like that chocolate cake you had last night before you slept, and like that strawberry lip balm you wear all the time, and he can't help but get lost in your taste.

you pull away, a small smile on your face and you plant a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

he can't help but smile a bit too, humming to himself, "i have to go now." he tells you quietly, attempting to get your arms off of him.

you shake your head and press yourself closer to him, "just five more minutes." you murmur, burying your face in the crook of his neck again.

sakusa kiyoomi is a man of his routine, he sets a standard and commits to it, and more often than not, he doesn't like it when his routine is disturbed.

but there is always an exception to the rule, and for you, he'll let you break his routine, and mumble about 'five more minutes' even though he knows they won't be the last ones as you press more butterfly kisses to his neck.

he'll let you have your own routine disturb his.

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[forusomimiya]

Virgin!Sakusa didn't need to watch porn to masturbate, in fact, he hated it. He just needed to get his head in gear to imagine you in his and get a cumshot in less than a minute.

Virgin!Sakusa swore and swore he wouldn't fuck you until you, the non-virgin, were ready. Until then he used a pillow to jerk off while imagining you on his bed, with an incredible view of your ass and of you begging for more.

Virgin!Sakusa's first time was so unimaginable that he got hard every time he thought about the white liquid forming at the base of his cock every time you bounced on it.

"Look at you, you're making a fucking mess on my cock. Don't stop please, don't do it."

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[bokutizer]

dada's so pwetty!

Includes : Sakusa, Oikawa, Suna Summary : Just a few daughters being enchanted by their dadas' looks Tags : fem!reader, fluff, domestic bliss pt. 2

You don't know what it is about SAKUSA, but you're sure he must be able to use some kind of sorcery. Because while you usually spend hours of playing volleyball with your daughter in your garden in hopes of tiring her out, reading to her, preparing a glass of warm milk for her before bed- While you do all of that to get your little mouse to sleep, all Sakusa has to do is lie down with her. That's it. Not a single effort needed. You would have kept on hanging onto your sorcery theory if one day you had not been silently standing outside of your daughter's room, the door slightly ajar and allowing you to view her and your husband lying together in her bed.

Sakusa is quiet as he lets her play with the dark curls on his head, his arm loosely wrapped around her back and keeping her close to him. He watches the way the ends of his hair wrap around her chubby fingers, the sight of it probably having an entrancing effect on her by the way her eyes slowly start getting droopier. It's usually like this. And it only takes a few minutes until her hand falls limply beside her head, and soft quiet snores start leaving her mouth. This time, however, Sakusa's able to hear her mutter something under her breath before her eyes fall shut. "Dada's so pretty." It's thanks to the complete silence in the room that he's able to hear it. And as always, Sakusa carefully gets up from the bed, tucking the blanket to her chin, and placing a soft peck against her forehead. Though, he doesn't realise that this time his lips linger there a little longer than usual. No sorcery then. Just love.

Shrieks and giggles resonate through the house as OIKAWA chases after the barely three feet short creature with a Yoda mask. You smile and shake your head absentmindedly at the tramping noises they make while speeding from the upper floor down the stairs, and into the kitchen where you're currently making dinner. You hear your daughter calling out to you for help, and you immediately lower the temperature of the stove before you feel her wrap her arms around your leg, trying to hide behind you. Both, Oikawa and you, smile knowingly at each other before he approaches you and wraps an arm around your waist.

"I see one pretty girl, but I could be swearing we had two of those in this house." Five years and one child later, and he's still the same smooth-talker, you think. But his talking does its work, as per usual, when you feel the grip on your leg loosen. "I'm here!" your daughter yells and slips her mask over her head, letting it fall to the ground. She laughs at Oikawa's faux and dramatic astonishment as he swiftly picks her up and holds her up against his chest, tenderly brushing his nose against hers. Small hands grab ahold of his face, his cheeks cradled in her soft palms when she speaks with an endearingly serious expression. "But dada's also pwetty, right mama?" She turns around and looks at you as if waiting for you to approve her statement. And of course you do, especially once you notice some moisture gathering in Oikawa's joyfully sparkling eyes as you lean over to press one peck on a chubby cheek and the other on one that somehow looks rosier than usual. "Yeah, he is."

SUNA always wonders how they do it. These menaces. These bad influences. These hooligans- The Miya twins. He will never understand why their annoyingly stupid antics are so hilarious to his daughter. So hilarious that she even once claimed wanting to marry one of them when she gets older. (At least she was referring to 'Samu, he thinks.) But as he watches Atsumu hold his daughter's fox plushy that Kita had once gifted her for her third birthday, moving it back and forth while talking in that high pitched voice, he has to admit that the twins can be quite an attraction. His daughter obviously thinks the same as she attentively listens to what Mr. Foxy (the toy - or rather Atsumu?) has to tell her.

Yes, the Miya twins are all fun and games. But there is only so much of excitement and action that a four year old's body can take. And once the exhaustion sets in, triggering her cranky and moody side, the only one she wants to be with are either her mommy or daddy. Luckily, the onigri shop has quietened down, only a few customers left that are finishing their meals. "C'mere." Suna says softly when he notices his daughter's eyes glaze over with sleepiness and she starts rubbing them. He's quick to cradle her against his chest, completely dwarfing her, as his hands rub small circles along her back when she leans her head against his shoulder. "We're leaving soon, then we'll go sleep. That' sound good?" He feels her cheek brush against his shirt as she quietly nods, but before her daddy's light strokes along her back and hair lull her to sleep, she catches uncle 'Tsumu say something to uncle 'Samu while holding her plushy up. "Check this. Mr Foxy looks just like Sunarin." Hearing their snickers, Suna swears he's about to give them a child-friendly comeback until a frail, whispering voice catches him off-guard. "Nuh-uh. Dada's prettier than Mr. Foxy." He's just glad the twins didn't catch it, otherwise he wouldn't hear the end of it.

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[suashii]

୨♡୧ THE MAN WHO HUNG THE MOON — sakusa kiyoomi x reader. sfw. fluff. dad!sakusa.

the sound of sleepy giggles from down the hall makes a smile tug at the corner of your lips. as you pick up the toys scattered about the living room, you picture the scene; your daughter comfy under her blanket and sakusa squeezed into the toddler bed beside her with a book of her choice in his hands. he’s probably changing his voice with each character just the way she likes, tickling her tummy every time she laughs so that the joyous sound is prolonged. little moments like these, ones that warrant you a glimpse into their daddy-daughter time never fail to make your heart swell.

the noise from the back dies down a few minutes later and the quiet click of a door closing tells you that your husband has finished putting the girl to bed. you’re almost finished cleaning up the toys left behind in the living when sakusa wraps his arms around you from behind, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. he doesn’t give you time to savor the feel of him before he’s gone, leaning down to aid you in tidying up.

you shoot him a petulant look that he can’t see as you reach down to pick up the doll by your feet. you have every intention of tossing it in the bin with the rest of your daughter’s things but before you can, you realize that you don’t recognize it. your eyebrows knit together in confusion as you meet sakusa at the toy bin. “when did you get her this?”

“a few days ago,” he replies upon seeing it. in all honesty, he had meant to put the doll away before you returned home. now that the cat is out of the bag, he might as well be entirely transparent. “and i actually got it for me.”

“like, got it for you so the two of you could play together?” you eye him curiously with your question. you’re sure that’s what he meant but, without context, the statement produces an entertaining image in your head of the man playing with toys even in the absence of your daughter.

“not really,” sakusa admits, and he can see a sparkle of interest swimming in your gaze. the real reasoning behind the purchase is nothing to be embarrassed about but he still hesitates to spit it out. he’d hoped that you would see the result before you could ask about the process.

“sakura told me she likes the way you put her hair in two braids so i bought the doll to practice.” he turns the doll in your hands so that you can see what he’s taken away from the youtube tutorials in the past few days. it’s a lot better than his first attempt but sakusa thinks he could use a few more sessions to hone the skill before surprising sakura with the style.

you survey his work on the synthetic hair. it’s not bad by any means. the braids are a little loose, but you can clearly see all of the effort he’s put in. you glance up to meet his onyx gaze and offer him a smile. “you’re cute. but why didn’t you just ask me? i would have been more than happy to teach you.”

the thought had passed sakusa’s mind when the girl had first told him that she preferred the way you did her hair but he had convinced himself that the task was something he could easily do on his own. it’s not that he feels like he’s above asking for help, though, he does feel like you’re busy enough with work of your own. the last thing he wanted to do was worry you with this—something he should be entirely capable of.

“you already have so much on your plate, i thought i could take care of this on my own.” sakusa takes the doll from your hands and places it with the rest of the toys in the wooden chest before closing it. 

it’s hard to believe that this is the same man that expressed doubts about whether or not he’d be a good dad before your daughter arrived. every day since then, he’s proven that his anxieties about being a parent were misplaced. sakura looks at him with stars in her eyes, like he’s the very person that hung the moon—a lot like you’re looking at him now.

you interlace your fingers with his slim ones, giving his hands a comforting squeeze as you boost yourself up on the tips of your toes to press your lips against his in a soft kiss. his breath is minty, likely from brushing his teeth with sakura not too long ago. you pull away with a smile, bumping the tip of your nose against his before returning to your normal height. “she’s going to love when you do her hair.”

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[joyaphoria]

"it's 10:15 pm," sakusa groans, squinting his eyes at the outline of a figure making a poor attempt at crawling in through his bedroom window.

the best course of action would probably have been to jump out of bed and shove the intruder back out the window, but after the first few times it's happened, sakusa learned to simply accept that you're just never going to be normal.

he only rolls his eyes annoyingly when you get tangled up in your own limbs, leaving you to tumble onto the floor. "omi!" you exclaim as you quickly recover, kicking off your shoes as you throw yourself onto his bed. "i missed you soo much!"

"i was only away for a day," he sighs, biting his tongue before he could add 'clearly not long enough'.

"and still it felt like forever," you whine, sprawling out on his bed. "i was all alone at lunch, it was horrible."

sakusa doesn't bother to point out the fact that you could've eaten lunch with your other friends, because he knows how you feel about them already. 'you know how they are,' you'll say, disapointement clouding your usually cheerful eyes, 'you know what they say about me.'

and although sakusa has always been a straightforward realist, never one to beat around the bush, he'd rather keep his mouth shut than to bring up a topic that he knows would ruin your mood.

"did you eat?" he asks instead, leaning over to flick on the lamp on his bedside table, the tiny bulb lighting up the room.

you nod cheerfully, before pulling out a container of oreos from behind your back. "i brought these for us today, but when i couldn't find you i decided i would just bring them to you instead!"

he doesn't bother to tell you that he’s never liked oreos, the filling far too sweet for him to enjoy. he takes one anyways, carefully pulling apart the cookie and plopping the part without the filing into his mouth.

“no eating on my bed,” he scolds, watching as you freeze, two of the overly sugary treats already stuffed in your mouth. he absently shudders at the thought of micro sized cookie crumbs sprinkled under his sheets, too small to fish out, but just big enough to drive his sensory issues through the roof.

you nod apologetically and finish chewing the cookies in your mouth, placing the plastic container on his bedside table. then, you lie flat on your stomach, plop up your chin on your arms, and stare at him.

“what?” he bites out, pulling his bedsheets up higher to cover his chest, all of a sudden aware of the fact that he was only in his boxers.

you notice the subtle gesture however, and when your eyes quickly dart down to catch his bare shoulders, the corner of your mouth twitches up. 

“omi,” you purr, as your eyes narrow to slits and the smirk he’s unknowingly grown weak for appears.

“you’re absolutely insufferable,” he huffs, picking up one of his pillows and launches it at your head, though you dodge it with your arm.

you push yourself up on all fours, slowly crawling towards him with that same look in your eye, the one that knocks all the air out of kiyoomi’s lungs and leaves him shuddering. still, he refuses to back up or turn away as you reach him, leaning in closer until you’re practically sharing the same air as him.

his heart pounds rapidly as he wills himself to hold out, to keep a straight face even though you’re so, so close, your hands on either side of his hips, your knees between his legs, and your mouth, your mouth—

your eyes dart down to his lips. his eyes dart down to yours.

he shoves you off quickly, scoffing as he lays on his side and yanks the covers up to his neck. “time to go,” he dismisses you, ignoring the way you’re laughing as the heat creeps up his neck and, well, his crotch.

recovering from your fit of giggles, you move to lie on your side to face him, but he interrupts you before you can crawl under the sheets. “no outside clothes under my sheets,” he hisses, shuddering at the thought of all you dirt you would be dragging into his bed, especially considering you came in through his window.

you arch your eyebrow playfully, and just as he’s realizing what he said, you lift your arms and pull your hoodie over your head, revealing the thin — oh so thin — fabric of your tank top, and the fact that you aren’t wearing a bra. kiyoomi doesn’t notice he’s been staring until you pull off your sweatpants in one swift motion, revealing a hidden pair of boxers underneath.

oh my god.

if he was red earlier, he must’ve been a dark shade of purple by now. 

he turns onto his other side, taking in a deep, silent inhale. his best friend. you’re his best friend. “i said to go home,” he repeats, but his head is screaming, begging you to touch him, to hold him, to run your fingertips up and down his arm, to wrap your hand around his pulsing, aching d—

“i can’t,” you sigh, and kiyoomi curses the name of every single one of his ancestors watching over him when he feels your body press against him from behind, and he has to bite hard into his bottom lip to stop himself from groaning.

what the fuck. grow a fucking pair, kiyoomi.

“then go sleep on the side of the road,” he mutters, inhaling sharply when your hands snakes across his waist, the cool skin of your arm shocking the warmness of his chest.

“oh but you’d much rather me here, wouldn’t you?”

kiyoomi curses once again. in his head, of course. or was it out loud?

“don’t play games with me,” he warns, squeezing his eyes shut when your hand snakes dangerously low.

“but you’re just so much fun,” you coo against the tenderness of his neck, your hand tracing down the fine lines of his chest, down to his v-line, then thumbing at the waistband of his boxers.

“y/n,” he bites out. your hand slips under his boxers. his hips jerk.

in less than two seconds you’re pinned beneath him on his mattress as he hovers over you, chest heaving and a knee between your thighs.

“what’s this, omi?” you call out playfully, lifting your hand between your faces and you spread apart your fingers, the stickiness of a substance stretching along with it.

he’s going to hell.

he pushes his knee upwards, firmly, and you gasp, gripping onto his forearm and your hips jolt and you whimper.

his dick jumps in his boxers.

he watches as you try to subtly grind against his knee, desperate for any kind of friction, the sultry facade fallen.

this is going to be a long night.

#—joylovesyou #—joysministuffs #—joyisromantic #mdni #sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa smut #sakusa x reader #sakusa drabbles #sakusa drabble #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #hq x reader #hq smut #kiyoomi #omg how did this happen bye\ #characters are 18.

[okkotsui]

sakusa kiyoomi ⇄ inner child.

synopsis : rich bf!sakusa feeding you your inner child as you've been together ever since.

warnings / tags : gender–neutral!reader, fluff, self–indulgent, omi as the sugar daddy that we’ve dreamt of, please tell me who made the rich bf!sakusa so i can credit them.

your friends always wonder, “do you have a sugar daddy?” you always answer with a “yes” jokingly. they do not know who he is, you just let them wonder and guess who your great significant other is.

you and sakusa got together when he was at his peak at msby, nearly there where he just graduated from high school and you were in your 3rd year.

he doesn’t mind spending his money on you, he does not care about one bit as he just shrugged it off as if he is just spending a small amount of money like a hundred thousand yen to dollars? just some pennies for him, that is how rich he is.

when you told him you never got anything you wanted in your childhood, he had the urge to spoil you. not only did he want to love you, but he also wanted to serve you.

what else would you want to spend the money on? of course on food and— sakusa doesn’t have anything against it.

“are you sure you can—” “omi, are you underestimating me?” you gave him your side eye which he just nodded, eating some of the food you discovered on your instagram, of course, you shall take some pictures of it to post on your food gallery in ig.

sakusa also gave you his black card every time he was not home, practicing for a game.

as mentioned, you kept your relationship with him for some... years that your friends wonder if you have a sugar daddy of course, you and kiyoomi decided to publicize your relationship by cheering on him in a live game— as he was being interviewed, he mentioned you as one of his inspiration and what keeps him going.

after that, your friend's jaw dropped, asking you for proof as if kiyoomi didn’t just post you on his my days in instagram after the interview which they eventually believed in.

he always loves to look at you— especially your eyes whenever he gives you something that you wanted for so long, he just falls in love with you deeper every day.

he is also a softie when it comes to you, he is always like that, a person that is uninterested in other people except for you;

“omi, thank you so much!” you squeezed the plushie that he gave you so randomly, when you looked at him, his eyes softened whilst looking at you and suddenly, he spoke something.

“let’s go out on a date, right now.” he stood up from your bed, waiting for you to get ready.

“so sudden?” you wondered as he nodded, taking your hand where he caressed the back of your hand with his fingers.

“but i’m in my pajamas!” you added as he huffed in annoyance, making you chuckle.

“will be fast, alright?” well, he doesn’t have any choice. if you decline his date out offer, he will pout— eventually.

well, let’s just say sakusa took you out once again to a fancy restaurant, letting you choose what the two of you shall eat, he was the one who offered the date then you will be the one deciding what to eat. he is always like that. also telling him where to go next the whole evening.

after all, he just wants you to see you smile, that already makes him melt— always. too bad, he cannot resist you for any reason, and softie kiyoomi will always be whipped for you.

#haikyuu #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x chubby reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa fluff #sakusa x reader #sakusa drabble #sakusa kiyoomi #[ kiyoomi ] — ♡

[gabseyoo]

HELP — SAKUSA KIYOOMI

content: female reader, established relationship, public indecency, car sex, blowjob, handjob, ball sucking. word count: 1,3k.

“So… are you feeling better?” You asked your boyfriend—who was resting his chin on his palm looking out the car window—after several minutes in silence.

Kiyoomi shook his head and replied without even looking at you, “Give me another minute.” You couldn’t help but giggle, and that apparently didn’t please your grumpy boyfriend. “Stop giggling. This isn’t funny.”

“It absolutely is.” You said with a smile and decided to tease him a little more by poking his arm as you added, “You like me that much, baby?”

“Stop.” Kiyoomi finally turned to see you though still with his elbow leaning against the window. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you?”

The accusation almost makes you burst out laughing, “I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.”

“I won’t kiss you anymore if you don’t want me to. But apparently you like my kisses too much for that to even be an option.” You noticed how a chuckle almost escaped his lips before he playfully rolled his eyes and looked back at the window. 

No matter what Kiyoomi said, this was funny.

You were supposed to have a dinner date to celebrate your anniversary, and in fact, you were already parked in the restaurant’s parking lot. 

The thing is that you decided to give your boyfriend a small kiss just before you got out of the car, well, if a ‘small kiss’ means sticking your tongue in his mouth for more than three minutes— but you just couldn’t help it! You were happy and excited for tonight. 

Anyway… the result was that he got hard, and now you’ve been in the car for for who knows how long waiting for him to ‘feel better’. 

Honestly, you found the situation as funny as you found it sexy— your handsome, big, tall boyfriend getting rock hard just because you gave him a kiss. That also had an effect on you, which obviously wasn’t as noticeable as the big bulge in his pants, but you still couldn’t stop those not-so-decent thoughts that had you rubbing your thighs together. And well, it’s not like you have a lot of self-control. 

“I can help you, you know?”

That apparently caught his attention, because he turned to look at you curiously. “Huh?” 

“I can help you feel better.” You said innocently, leaning your elbow on the middle console to rest your chin on your hand. 

Kiyoomi was quick to understand what you meant.

“We’re in a parking lot, baby.” Despite his words and the dim lighting, you could see that hint of excitement in his eyes as he looked around, perhaps analyzing how empty the parking lot was. 

“And? It’s not like we haven’t done this before.” 

“I know, but—” At  that moment he looked back at you and his words got stuck in his throat when he realized that you were already looking at him with those doe eyes you knew he loved and couldn’t resit even if he tried. “Doll, don’t give me that look.” 

“What look?” You tilted your head slightly to one side as if you really had no idea what he was talking about.

Kiyoomi didn’t respond, but his actions spoke for him, maybe it was on purpose, or he did it by reflex, but when his hand that rested on his thigh went to cup his bulge—perhaps in an attempt to soothe himself—it turned you on. Fuck, you wanted his dick in your mouth now. 

“So, Kiyoomi?” Your other hand went over his, forcing him to put a little pressure on his erection that made him moan. “I’ll be quick. After all, judging by the way you look right now—” You leaned close to his ear to whisper, “I don’t think you’ll last long.”

A second later, his lips were on yours, kissing you as desperately as if it was the last time he would ever taste your lips. 

He moved your hand to hastily unbutton his pants and pull them and his boxers down, just enough to release his throbbing erection. Immediately, you wrapped your palm around his dick and began to stroke it up and down slowly before breaking the kiss to see his face and the pleasure reflected on it. 

Kiyoomi tried to maintain eye contact, but when your thumb circled his tip while your other hand moved to fondle his balls, he couldn’t help but close his eyes in pure pleasure. He already seemed to be in heaven, and you hadn’t even used your mouth yet. But that will change soon. 

You lowered your head down until your face was close to his cock and spat on it to lubricate the rest of his length with your palm before taking the tip into your mouth.

Kiyoomi cursed under his breath as you made circles with your tongue, tasting his precum, and without waiting any longer, you slipped the rest into your mouth to start bobbing your head up and down, not taking long to find your rhythm. 

Your hand kept massaging his balls while with the other you kept stimulating what couldn’t fit in your mouth, and you knew that now you had your boyfriend in actual heaven by the moans coming out of his mouth. 

Although many wouldn’t expect it, Kiyoomi was a vocal, and you loved it. That’s why you shoved his entire length down your throat until you gagged, knowing how much he loved that. He sighed your name as he pushed his hips up and his hand settled on your head, holding you there for a few seconds until you couldn’t take it anymore and had to pull away to catch your breath.

Kiyoomi used this moment to recline the seat and spread his legs further apart, “You have no idea how sexy you look right now.” His words were accompanied by his hand caressing your back before moving it down to your ass, where he squeezed the flesh over the fabric tightly before slipping his hand under your dress and doing the same but now with direct contact with your skin. “So fucking perfect, I— fuck!” He couldn’t finish his praise because at that moment you put one of his heavy balls in your mouth, sucking it a little and then doing the same with the other one while you kept pumping him with your hand. 

Kiyoomi threw his head back when you took his length back into your mouth, resuming your previous rhythm. He was practically panting now, completely immersed in the pleasure you were giving him. 

“Baby, I’m going to cum.” He mumbled after a minute, and without resisting any longer, he brought both of his hands to your head to now guide your movements, making you go faster and deeper each time you lowered your head. 

More tears came out of your eyes every time you choked on his cock on every downstroke as you tried your best to breathe through your nose. It was hard, but you managed to hold on until he came in your throat with your name leaving his lips.

You swallowed what you could as Kiyoomi continued to move your head now more slowly until he emptied himself. Seconds later, he released his grip and you licked the cum that had oozed from the edges of your mouth as you sat up straight.

A smile appeared on your face when you saw that he was still panting, trying to recover from his climax. You watched him with lust in your eyes as he pulled up his underwear to cover himself, without even bothering to fasten his pants. 

“Well, problem solved.” You said, breaking the silence and Kiyoomi snorted as he turned to look at you with a smirk. 

“Still want to have dinner?” He asked with a suggestive tone, “Or should we go home?” He added before leaning toward you to kiss you again. Slower, but no less eager. 

“Dinner was the plan, wasn’t it?” You answered playfully, still with your lips on his, and you deepened the kiss a little more before speaking again. “But you know? Now I’m the one who needs to feel better.”

He smiled against your lips, “And I’m more than willing to help.”

+ note: happy anniversary i guess <3

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[sunaluv]

WAGs

WAG: A wife or girlfriend of a sports star

Featuring: k.sakusa, r.suna

[ushijima,atsumu] vers.

Note: happy new year! I love how I posted like 5 things then dipped but I wanted to write some more on here 😭 enjoy!

Sakusa:

You had met sakusa whilst he was making a name for himself. He wasn’t as big as he was now, but his name would be floating around the internet somewhere.

That’s actually how you first saw him. One of your friends had shared a photo of his in a groupchat, and the whole chat was going crazy over this insanely hot insanely talented upcoming volleyball star.

Of course you found him attractive, but you were absolutely certain he would be yours. There was no mindless attraction. You geniuinely believed your friend had just send your future husband directly to you.

She kinda did tho

Flash forward a couple months, you were doing some early morning shopping as one does. The store was quieter, everything’s was in stock. It was perfect. It was SO PERFECT.

because just as you were picking out snacks for your apartment, you saw a masked man dressed in a black hoodie that may have been a bit to small for him, seeing as you could make out the definitions of his muscles through the fabric.

You knew that man from anywhere, after all you had only been dreaming of him for the past few months.

Not wasting this opportunity, you bravely approached him, making small talk about the stuff you were buying.

‘This was no one and done situation though, ‘you thought.

The next store runs, you slowly grew closer, sometimes going to the shop only to talk to him.

He eventually gained the courage to ask you on a date and from there your relationship progressed until you took his last name.

By now, sakusa was bringing in BANK, not that that was the reason you were with him but still.

He vowed to spoil you like you deserved whilst you were in the talking phase, and boy did he keep his promise.

Eventually, you quit your job after your husbands persistent pleads that he makes enough money to support the both of you. All you had to do was support him in his games.

And with your new free time, you were seen at the majority of them, looking pretty on the Jumbotron with your hair done, dressed to the t with the finest jewelry, the most noticable one being the gold necklace with his jersey number on it that sat in between your collarbones.

Naturally, you gained your own cult following on social media, and you were often photographed at games and events due to your great fashion sense.

Speaking of

You met the rest of kiyoomi’s team at an MSBY exclusive event, aswell as the other wives and girlfriends of the players.

Sakusa loves you dearly and will spoil you at every given chance.

SUNA

You and suna were highschool sweethearts

You had supported him ever since the inarizaki days and continue to to so as he plays for EJP.

People have known about you for YEARS. It was almost like you grew as he did.

But it was mainly because he still has the cheesy romantic highlights of you from inarizaki, so as he gained more followers, more people viewed the highlights.

Even if they didn’t, his actual feed is full of pictures of you.

When it comes to spoiling you, he sees gift giving as more as a thank you or appreciation for sticking with him all these years, because you played a big part in shaping his career too, looking after him when he didn’t.

That being said he really does appreciate you, shown by the various Swarovski crystals adorning your neck and wrists, the sleek sports cars he bought for you claiming ‘they’re our children’, or the random, but costly furniture you obsess over dotted around your shared penthouse.

The man introduced you into a world of luxury and endless princess treatment, and vowed to never take you out of it.

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[i6eyes]

contains: nsfw, mentions of dildo, glass dildo, fem!reader sends a nude vid, creaming <33, angel as petname

sakusa doesn't like the idea of toys.

why would you need them? a hopeless silicone in a form of a dick wouldn't give you real pleasure is what he says. never will he admit that it tainted his pride when you asked him to buy you a toy, was he not doing .. good? he always made sure to make you cum before he does, always made sure to leave you shaking in overstimulation to the point of almost being deaf for a moment. he knows that he's pretty big too, so did you really need something bigger? you can barely take all of him either way. so why?

you responded to all of his wonderings with a video.

3:33, 3 minutes and 33 seconds of you bullying the prettiest glass dildo he's ever seen in his life into your already creaming cunt. a stream of white follows the valley of your ass, leaving a pool of mess underneath you. your face isn't visible in the video, but he can imagine the way your lips falls open to a silent scream, can practically see your eyes rolling back as you came around the toy. and god did his dick jumped when you pulled out the glass dildo. you look angelic, a gallop of cum drips out of your poor cunt as you come down from your high, your labored breathing being the last thing he heard as the video ended. 

since then, he uses the damned dildo to prep you for his dick. it would be a miracle if you didn't cum at least twice, but that's okay, sakusa only likes the best for his sweet angel. <3

#user sciophobia back at it again with the soft dom sakusa agenda #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa imagines #sakusa smut #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x you #sakusa x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu!! #sakusa drabble #sakusa headcanons #haikyuu imagines

[euphoricimagination]

꧁༺ 𝓜𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓬𝓾𝓽𝓮: 𝓢𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓼𝓪 ༻꧂

You were in your favorite coffee shop after your day at work had finished, a small and very cozy shop that was in the middle of Tokyo that surprisingly didn’t have many customers for being in the heart of the country.

After a very tiring day you decided to visit, ordering your favorite pastry and coffee to have while continuing the book you were reading at the moment: The Flowers of Buffoonery by Osamu Dazai.

You were comfortably reading there when suddenly loud voices start to come closer, soon entering the café four people with big bags.

“I told you this place is so quiet! Almost nobody here!” one with greyish hair says

“How d’ya know about this, Bokuto-san? Ya don’t read” one with blonde hair asks

“Akaashi showed it to me when we where in uni!”

“Akaashi-san does seem like someone who would like this place” an orange hair one says now.

You noticed that the black hair one didn’t say anything, in fact he looked rather annoyed by his friends; but deciding to mind your own business, you continue reading while they order. Soon enough they came to sit near you, enthusiastically talking about volleyball and whatever had happened in their practice. You had seen them before, but not enough to know their names.

“Excuse me” you hear a few minutes after, the orange hair dude now beside you smiling brightly “It says Osamu Dazai? Like the dude from Bungo Stray Dogs?”

“Eh? Well, yeah, but…”

“Osamu? Ma brother was named after an author?” the blonde one says, taking his things and setting himself on your table

“You idiots, Osamu Dazai is a real person and a famous author” the black hair one says, looking carefully at the book as the other ones also join you

“Yeah, but it is true that he appears on the anime, all characters are based on real life authors, Dazai being one of them”

“ahh, I see! Thanks for letting us join you! I’m Hinata Shoyo” the orange hair says smiling, making it harder for you to even be mad at them

Surprisingly enough, despite being strangers, they made you feel really comfortable, everyone being chatty and making sure you join their conversation.

“I heard that this book it’s quite good, the protagonist is recovering after a suicide attempt, right?” Sakusa asks you, looking at the book again

“yeah, he’s the only survivor out of the couple. Its much more…joyful than his previous works”

“I see, I might try reading it. How did you found out about it?”

“honestly…because of the anime” you chuckle, making him have a faint smile “it is very good though, so I’m kinda glad I did pick it up”

“I’ve heard of the author, never actually check it out though” he says while looking over at his teammates, who know where loudly discussing about a match “sorry about them, you were reading peacefully and they came and ruined that”

“it’s alright, I don’t mind. They’re funny”

“They’re annoying”

“Omi-kun! Why do ya look more comfortable with her than us? We’ve know each other since high school!” Atsumu whines with a small smirk

“Unlike you bunch, she knows how to act outside”

“Ah! I know! We have a game on Sunday, why don’t you come to watch us Yn-chan?” Hinata asks you, also with a knowing look on his eyes, it seems that the three other players realized something about Sakusa

“Yeah, we can show you how awesome we are! You can see Omi-kun in action too!” Bokuto adds, a slight shade of red in your cheeks

“We have to go, we have practice early tomorrow” Sakusa stands ups, sending a sharp look to the guys and making them stand up saying their goodbyes. Sakusa is the last one to leave, looking at you right before he left “I do hope you can come to see us….maybe you can lend me that book after”

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[kiwanopie]

I’m on my knees begging for more kiyoomi 🧎🏽‍♀️it doesn’t even have to crime kiyoomi. I’ll accept anything. Also I love your writing, keep up the good work!

Honeymoon

lovesick crime lord!Kiyoomi x reader

cw: smut smut smut. oral (f!receiving), slight dub-con, choking, spit, dumbifaction, praise, obsessive lovesick thoughts, talks of breeding, creampie, PnV sex, multiple orgasms. Pure filth

wc: 3.7k

“Kiyoomi-” You shudder as he presses himself against you. “Is… consummating the first night really necessary…?”

Kiyoomi lifts his back to look at you more directly. Eyes a little glazed over and way too far gone to have only just slipped you out of your reception dress.

“If you really don’t want to, we don’t have to.” He breathes. “Just… let me have a little more of you, or else I might actually die.”

And he might just mean it. He’s been wound up tight since the two of you kissed at the altar. Passing lingering touches during talks with your families, holding you closer than ever during the couple’s dance, hell, you were surprised he didn’t leave a handprint on your dress, with how heavily his hand had been latched to your thigh all evening. It’s not like this is the first time the two of you have had sex. - Hell, with how often you were getting the seats wet in his car these past few days leading up to this, you were almost afraid he’d be a little over it.

But now you’re his wife. Now you’re a Sakusa. All his and he now all yours and that pretty rock on your finger matching the wedding band on his. - Your name’s engraved into the inner finish of his ring unlike the little love note he left on yours. Protruding letters somewhat so it scrapes a bit whenever he inches it up, and you’re not ashamed to say it’s a little butterfly-inducing to see your name all but carved into his left finger.

He wants you more than he thinks he can take. He feels like a teenager about to lay his crush on prom night. You’re so pretty in the flickering candlelight that he thinks he might actually throw up.

So in lieu of ruining the mood by anointing you in wedding cake chunks, Kiyoomi instead dips his head to pour a few slow kisses down your throat line. “Let me make you feel good if nothing else. That's all I want.”

“Just to make me feel good?“

“Whatever you want,” He suckles in a bruise, and you reward him with a sound that makes his face hot. “Just let me make you cum. I wanna hear you cum for me, angel.”

You shiver under his molten kisses. Goosebumps climbing up your arms as his loving hands caress anything worth caressing and honestly starting to feel just as amped up as he is. This guy’s frenzied. Hair standing up on his arms when you reach up to toy with the little curls on the low of his nape and wrap your legs around him like you want him to melt into you.

The bulge in his suit pants is so prominent that he’s one good touch from just ripping through the vacuna. You’re gracious enough to grant him permission with a soft ‘please’ that almost sends him over the edge, and without a moment to stutter, he dives in gratefully.

Kiyoomi’s lips are sensuous and tender as he presses them against yours. Firm grip keeping your jaw fixed in his direction as he peppers loving kisses between lecherous ones and sucking your bottom lip in his mouth until they’re over-kissed and swollen - every taste of your lips sends him further off the deep end.

You whimper in his mouth. His callous hand grabs a hefty handful of one of your breasts and teases over your covered nipple with his thumb until they’re erect and pointed proudly through your négligée. His breaths feel almost winded. Just being able to touch you like this after all day is sending him into a frenzy. To be completely honest, he’s spent most of the day counting the seconds till he could finally whisk you away into your lover’s suite. And even still, with you so close his mouth waters in anticipation.

He pulls the strap of your slip until the entirety of those pretty tits are exposed to the conditioned hotel air; he barely wastes a second sucking one of your nipples into his mouth while he toys with the other one.

You croon. You hate how good Kiyoomi is at making you feel so wanted without even trying. Arching your back until you're feeding your breasts into his greedy mouth, you dig thin crescents into the bicep of his arm without even thinking.

Or recognizing all those pretty sounds you’re making. Kiyoomi fondles you down the path of your slip, squeezing and groping anything he can get his hands on as he slides your nipple out of his mouth with a lewd pop! And wraps his lips over the other as he finally finds the little hem of your gown.

He wants to make you feel good. It’s easy to forget who you’ve got on top of you right now. A man responsible for the suffering of too many people to count and too many problems in this nation that only he can benefit from. Immoral, corrupt, inimical things. So bad it could make you sick. - Kissing down your stomach and leaving hot trails in his wake as he goosebumps from how overwhelmed he is at being this close. This personal - He’s this loving.

And you’d be stupid to expect he meant anything less than that from him. - It’s hard enough to comprehend the fact that he means it when he says he loves you this much. Means it when he says he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. Means it when he says he’d rather die than be with anyone else. Being propositioned straight into a marriage with a man known for being notoriously cruel and callous kind of negates those typical feelings of sureness. A man who’s only recognized by his cold stare, inability to find satisfaction in the most faultless of things, and so wrought with endless power that the entirety of Asia can do no more but bow to him. A boogeyman - for as long as you’ve known about him. Even in living with him, you see his callous nature and pray to never find yourself on the receiving end of it. But when he looks at you, he’s different. When he looks at you, speaks to you, speaks of you, he’s -

He groans at the way your wetness soaks up your pretty panties. Lovesick.

You more or less instinctively hump into his hand as he starts to rub in lovesome circles. Lewdly adjusting the movements of his hand in various circling and up and down motions that saturate your panties till they’re drenched in your slick. Honestly, if he keeps at it you might just cum from that alone.

Kiyoomi must hear it in the way your airy breaths have started to pitch because right as he just about brings you to the edge - he stops.

He’s positioning himself at the apex of your legs before you can even protest.

His lips are molten as he kisses up your supple thighs, fingers blistering as he caresses your plush skin staunchly. Every tender press of his lips is more gluttonous than the last, humming in between the smack of your cosseted skin the closer he gets to your hot center.

Your tits rise and fall as you pant at the anticipation; even in your apprehension does the way he fondles you give you goosebumps.

Kiyoomi presses a slow kiss to your covered slit. He all but buries his face in it as he groans at the mere sampling of your cassonade juices. Making out with your pussy through your ruined panties and riling himself up even more than he originally meant to. Whatever he anticipated you tasting like was an insult to how phenomenal the reality is as he sucks through the cotton. He swears he might just finish in his pants the moment he gets the real thing on his tongue.

His breaths shudder as he reaches over your hips to gingerly pull your panties down your legs, raising up to press chaste kisses on the “V” of your pelvis as they slide wetly down your legs, and he can barely brace himself when he spreads your thighs and bares your flower to his hungry eyes.

Kiyoomi sucks in a tight breath.

“S-Shit,” He licks his lips. “Look how fucking perfect you are.”

He shivers at the way you visibly tighten up at the praise. A bead of your glittery slick wets the carnelian in the hotel divan. Rightfully, he grieves it. - Something so delectable shouldn’t be wasted on some crummy furniture. It should be pouring over his tongue and lining the walls of his lungs like it lawfully deserves.

You shiver as his heated breaths blow feverishly over your exposed cunt. Jumping a bit when you feel his fingers spread your lips apart to bare you to him fully.

And then his tongue is lapping up your clit.

The conjoined sounds of your surprise and his mind-numbing bliss bump into one another and flutter into the open air. He’s so devotedly slurping up your pretty pussy that you almost consider this is more for him than you. I mean, he’s tonging up your cunt so messily that it almost feels hoggish. The wet sounds of his sloshing tongue turn your ears hot as you start to mindlessly hump into his face, already so overwhelmed by the pleasure that your head’s gone all fuzzy.

Kiyoomi moans into your sloppy pussy as you start to card your fingers through his hair, drunkenly humping into the seat of the divan as he dips his tongue into your sweet little hole.

You trill at that intoxicating feeling of irresistible bliss. “F-…Fuck! Ah…H-Holy shit…”

He sloppily drags his tongue up your open cunt to suck your clit into his mouth, suckling on it tenderly till he’s sliding it from between his lips, and lapping it up all over again.

God, if he keeps going at you like this you’re gonna fucking cum. It’s like his tongue is heating up the more he goes at it - so sloppy with his cunt flavored spit that it makes a puddle that pools along your backside. He’s eating you out like it’s all he’s meant to do.

You outright whine when he pulls away for a pensive second, cooing to you as he sucks your slick from his lips and rubs his fingers in quick circles over your swollen clit.

Kiyoomi asserts breathlessly. “Let me see that pretty face, baby.”

You raise on your elbows a little dazedly. Spaghetti straps pulled up to maintain your dignity from his earlier ministrations falling again over your shoulders in a way he could only describe as mouthwatering. The differing color of your areola peeks from the disarrayed fabric of your little slip, and the hazy look in your eyes makes you look more beautiful than he can rationally take.

He wants to pour himself over you and let you wear him like a second skin. He salivates at the way your clit throbs under his fingers. “Keep your eyes on me.”

Kiyoomi swivels his hand until his middle finger is lined up with your hole. “I don’t want you to miss this.”

Your face cinches lewdly when he eases his finger in and pumps it a few times, and you whimper when he pulls back to add another finger. But the way you gape as he bends his neck to flatten his tongue against your clit, and shiver under the extended eye contact, it's enough to make him feel like near cumming untouched. You’re starting to drive him too crazy.

But he doesn’t know the half of it until you reach for his scalp again. Carding your fingers through and then tugging, his stomach butterflies as you wantonly throw your head back, and he groans as one of your legs lifts just over his shoulder.

But then you’re moaning out into the air. “Fuck. Fuck! Fuck me, Kiyoomi! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

That’s what pushes him over the edge.

Kiyoomi’s grunting into your cunt like a love-drunk whore as his eyes roll and he falls into that beatific bliss. He’s pistoning his fingers into your squelching cunt like his life depends on it, lapping you up like it’s the only thing keeping him living. Raunchily he makes out with your pussy until you're falling on your back and holding onto his hair for dear life, suffocating him, but he couldn’t be any more thrilled about it. Giving his breath to the woman delivering him into such mind-breaking pleasure is the least he can do. Especially when your thighs tighten over his ears, and you’re fucking into his mouth like it’s all he’s good for.

He’s hard as a rock before he even finishes his initial orgasm, moaning into your cunt as he brings his free hand up to belt you even more firmly against his face. And he almost falls over the edge again when he realizes you’re cumming.

“Yes! Yes! Ffffuck! Oh my god! Fuck, Omi! Fuck. So good! It’s so good, baby!”

If his balls get any tighter, they might explode.

Kiyoomi fucks his tongue and fingers into you ruthlessly as you ride out your orgasm on his face. No doubt singing loud enough that anybody walking parallel to the suite would hear it clear as day, but he relishes in it. Unabashed as he moans into your spasming cunt and indulges himself until you’re whimpering from the overstimulation. He just barely comes up for air when his lungs start to burn from the lack of oxygen.

You pant into the room as your body finally goes limp. You’re shaking. Legs quivering at his sides and struggling to catch your breath. The amount of pleasure you’re still coming down from makes the underlying haze all the more sweeter. - But you don’t even get the chance to revel in it when he’s already hovering over your fucked out form.

Kiyoomi’s lips are so tinged with you that it’s almost all you can taste. He kisses you with such frenzied fervor that you have to holster your hands on his shoulders to keep him at bay.

He breathes into your lips. “You did so good for me, angel. So fucking good,” You can hear his belt clinking between you both. “I love you so much. Fuck. I love you so much.”

You pant into the air as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. He’s so solid and all-encompassing that he’s all you can focus on right now. “Kiyoomi, you’re- Fuck, you gotta-“

You squeal when the tip pops in.

Even after all this time it still stretches you out to an almost painful degree. Pulsing as Kiyoomi pushes in, so hot and heavy that it feels like he’s tearing you apart from the inside. He groans so drunkenly in your ear that it nearly makes you tremble. But you can do no more than stay locked in place as he breaches your insides, and presses himself in until he’s filled you to the hilt.

Kiyoomi peppers you in wet kisses as he coos at you to relax, so far gone from the amount of pleasure he’s experiencing all at once that his words almost slur. “ 's okay. You’re okay, baby. Jus’ relax for me. It’ll feel good in just a second.”

You grind your teeth as your nails dig into his shoulders. He hisses as you start to break the skin, but it only makes his cock twitch in your velvety insides.

He’s in your fucking stomach. And it feels… bigger somehow. Like now that he’s your husband he’s giving it all to you finally and you can barely take it. So thick and heavy. Fuck, he’s so deep inside.

You must’ve muttered that last part out loud because his hips flinch at the sound of it. Still shushing you as he sucks bruises into your pulse point and rubs up your thighs like he means to console you.

When you start to squirm he palms your lower thigh and lifts your leg up just under the knee. Gearing his hip back till half of his wet shaft is exposed to the air and lifting his head for a good look at you.

The way your eyes roll back as he finally starts his brutal pace is enough to all but turn his pupils into hearts.

Kiyoomi swallows your clipped whines as he shoves his tongue in your mouth. Stopping every other thrust to press himself into you until his balls are squishing up against your ass and grinding himself in so deep that you swear he’s coming up through your throat.

You’re tearing fabric beads out of his dress shirt you’ve been clawing into him so hard. The thought of you marking him up makes his heart start to flutter.

“Shit. You feel that?” He grunts against your lips. “Feels so fucking amazing. All ‘ve been thinking about all day.”

You try to respond with something along the lines of “You’re too deep!” Or “Slow down!” But it only comes out as blissed out mumbling.

Kiyoomi slams in a few cutthroat thrusts that turn your guts into soup. You unlatch one of your hands to dig your nails into the cushions of the loveseat as your toes curl. “I’m almost pissed. - Keeping this perfect pussy away from me. ~ My perfect pussy away from me. Almost went insane knowing just how - oh fuck - fucking… phenomenal you’d feel. Think I just might put a baby in you.”

You wail through the pleasure to slur out disjointedly. “N-…No baby! Don’t wan’ a baby, Omi! Don’t…ah! Don’ want it!”

“No?” He lifts your other leg till he’s holding you in a mating press, watching those pretty tits bounce as your drool runs down your cheek. “You don’t want my baby? This pussy’s begging for it.”

You sob so prettily when he starts to dig you out like he hates you. “No! Nononono…! Don’t want a baby! Wan’ you, Omi! O-Only - fuck - Only want you, Omi!”

And even through all this, hearing something like that come from your mouth makes his face hot. It makes him hold onto your thighs with the kind of tightness that’ll bruise tomorrow. Heart squeezing as you cry out for him through teary eyes. “Yeah? You want me? You want Omi?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Only want Omi! F-fffuck! O-Only want my Omi!”

He wants to marry you all over again. He’s really not gonna last if you keep talking like this.

Kiyoomi hoists one of your legs on his shoulder to free his hand for a grip on your jaw. The difference in angle as he leans in for a sloppy kiss makes you both groan.

Your eyes are glazed over when he pulls away, mouth still gaped open to moan drunkenly in the air, but just the sight of your kiss-swollen lips is just too tempting to pass up.

He sucks your tongue into his mouth lewdly, deepening the kiss as he grinds himself into the hilt and starts again on those vicious thrusts that has you hiccuping underneath him. His voice is heavy with lust as he asserts. “Open your mouth a little wider for me, baby.”

And like the perfect little wife you are, you broaden your lips apart till your pretty pink tongue is bared for him. “That’s right. Good girl, angel.”

The mirth in his smile makes your tears well up from the pride.

And then he spits in your mouth.

Your eyes roll as he licks the leftover gossamer trail from his lips, swallowing it as the knot in your lower stomach tightens. His firm grip on your jaw slackens till he’s skimming it down to your throat - and he reapplies his hold with a loving fervor. At this point, he’s fucking you so thoroughly that you’re sure you’d be ruined for anyone else, regardless. Cock swelling in your tightening insides, and looking down at you with the kind of adoration that says he’s far gone and he’s not coming back. So in love with you that it’s almost frightening.

His fingers press against the side of your throat till your head starts to feel light. “Tell me you love me.”

You’re starting to see stars. “Say it. Tell me you love me. Tell me you can’t live without me.”

Honestly, with how cockdrunk and wound up you are, it’s really starting to feel like it. “I love you!” You cry.

“I love you! I love you! I can’t - ah! oh god… C-Can’t live without you!” Oh fuck, you’re cumming again. “Love you so much, Omi! I love you! Fuck! I love you! I love you, Omi! Iloveyouloveyouloveyouloveyou - please… oh my god… don’t stop don’t stop… fffuckkk oh my god, Omi…so fucking good…”

He outright chokes on his breaths, little tears welling in his eyes, half from the pleasure, half from the bliss of hearing you cry out for him so earnestly. He chirps out a mix of a grunt and a whine, dipping his head into the crook of your neck as he loses his mind and fucks into you even as you clench around his hot cum.

The sound of his lovesick voice - babbling into your ear as he continues to fuck your brains out, sends you hurling into a whole nother orgasm. “S-Shit! Oh my god. Oh my fucking - Oh Christ, angel. F-Fuck! I love you too, baby. I love you so much it - Ugh… oh god… Love you so much it hurts. Jus’ wanna make you happy, baby. Wanna-… oh fuck… I’m cumming again… I’m cumming, m’ cumming…”

Kiyoomi presses his forehead against yours as he continues to empty his balls into your gooey insides, still digging in your guts as you pant mindlessly into the air. “Fuck - Take it. Take it, baby. Mhf… Fuck yeah, keep milking me like that.”

He swivels his hips a few more drunken times before finally going limp.

Kiyoomi sighs as he dumps his head on the inside of your shoulder to catch his breath for a few empty seconds. Relishing in your mirrored worn out breaths and the way your heart races in tandem with his. He presses ginger kisses up your heavily bruised neck and jaw, holding you tight even as the residual bliss starts to fade. Still just as lovesick, amative, if not a half step from straight up worshiping you as he sluggishly lifts his head, and grazes his nose tenderly against your own. Gentle breaths kiss over your lips as he hovers - and lingers there a savory moment. He finally lets himself press his lips against yours with an ardent sigh blown into the room. Gentle kisses that start slow and end open-mouthed, Kiyoomi knows this is the happiest he’s ever been in his life.

And you encourage him as he indulges himself. As he kisses you like you’re the air he breathes and holds you like it’s the only thing his arms were made for. Loving you so tenderly, so intimately, like he’s craved for every second since he’s met you, and even as he whispers words of ardor and amour between your entwined lips, you do nothing to stop him.

You might love him a little more than you anticipated.

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