kiyoomi def knows how to carry a baby on his hips i don't make the rules. also the type to be carrying a random baby at the family event (preferably a niece or nephew). he's got his sun glasses on top of his head and a baby on his hip. at the end of the night he passes the baby back to the mother (literally his sister) like it was a burden .. he's ready for his own
Warning: clingy Sakusa; mild smut (is that even a thing lol)
Note: if you’re new, welcome, Kiyoomi was my first HQ Lord series kick off, check out my masterlist for some of the other characters :)
First part
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You let out a hesitant sigh, seeing the second servant at the gates giving you a desperate look.
“I must go,” you say to Lady Kudoh, returning the infant in your arms back to their mother. “I shall return before my husband sends a third messenger to come fetch me or worst… he comes himself.”
Lady Kudoh nods her head with a smile, “understandable. Please come visit us again.”
You have become friends with the neighboring Lady as you helped her deliver her baby a few weeks ago. The village doctor could not make it in time and the Kudoh servant had rushed over, pounding on the Sakusa’s gates pleading for your help.
Patting your kimono down, you got up and head to the gates where Yui lets out a sigh of relief, following you back home.
“Lord Sakusa is taking his evening bath.” You’re told as you make your way back to your chambers.
Being near the time for you to give birth, you waddled to your private bathroom where your husband is bathing.
You announce your presence before sliding the bathroom door.
Kiyoomi’s toned back is facing you as he seated in the large tub. His curls are more curled from the moisture of the steam in the room.
“I am back,” you said cheerfully, sliding the door closed behind you. You make your way over to him and peek over to look at his face.
He was clearly upset.
He has yet to express it verbally, but physically, you knew Kiyoomi did not like it when you weren’t home when he returned from a long day of work.
One, he did not want you out and about when you are due to give birth in a few weeks.
Two, after a long day of meetings, all he wanted was to spend alone time with you.
That could be enjoying the rest of the afternoon with tea and discussion.
That could be being in his study as he writes poems and you read books about medical cases.
It could also be just cuddling…
And passionate sex, morning, and night.
In general, he didn’t like being apart from you at any time of the day.
What really made him become paranoid of your absence was when you had gotten up in the middle of the night to find something salty to eat and Kiyoomi woken up to you missing from his arms.
You found some dry squid and was munching on it when the commotion outside the main kitchenette caught your attention.
“Find her!” You hear Kiyoomi’s voice roared. His servants all scramble to search the compound but none of them headed your way.
“Find who?” You asked, genuinely curious while chewing a particular big piece.
Kiyoomi only narrowed his eyes at you and inhaled sharply.
Since then, you were ordered to not leave the chambers in the middle of the night without him.
“My Lord… er… Ki – yoomi…” he continue to glare at you as you called him by the title or full name, “Omi,” you corrected, “I will go nowhere unless it is with you or with your knowledge. You were sleeping peacefully I did not want to stir you at all… don’t be mad, please?”
Kiyoomi was weak for your puppy eyes, he gave in every time.
“I don’t like to be apart from you, please wake me up next time. I will fetch…” his face scrunches at the squid in your hand, “whatever that it is you are craving for.” He pats your head, something he often does when he realized he was a bit overly dramatic. “I love you.”
Of course, you have to say it in return. “I love you too.”
Kiyoomi finally looked up at you and the frown on his forehead disappeared. He splashed his face with water before asking, “what took you so long?”
You slowly crouch down and Kiyoomi scowled at you, “don’t – “
You ignored him and got to his eye level. “I was only there for a little bit?” You were only there for no more than an hour before the first servant came over to call for you and you assured them you’ll return in a bit and less than ten minutes later, the second servant came to fetch you. “I just went next door to visit Lady Kudoh and her baby.”
Kiyoomi looked away, sulking, and mumbling something under his breath.
“What was that?” You leaned closer into his face.
“I’m your baby.” He muttered, cheeks flushing.
It wasn’t until after your small intimate wedding that you discovered just how possessive and clingy he was. Though you didn’t mind and had no problem reminding him it’s okay if you guys weren’t always together… Kiyoomi still struggled to understand that boundary.
He was a work in progress, but you blame his upbringing for this particular behavior.
He was given anything and everything he wanted.
“You are my baby,” you cooed, rubbing his ear lobe. “For now.”
You often wonder if he was this possessive with you, how was he going to be like when the baby arrived. His excitement for your pregnancy and for the baby is one thing but you weren’t sure if it was going to continue to still be the same when the baby arrived.
“Come bathe with me.”
You nod your head at his request and stood up, groaning.
Kiyoomi stood up abruptly and helps you stand, “I told you…” he mumbles under his breath. He quickly turns you around so he can undo the knot of your obi belt, tugging and pulling the material loose before letting it fall to the floor. He pulls off your kimono, dropping it on the floor. Holding his hand out, “hurry before the water gets cold.”
He helps you carefully step into the tub and begins to wash your body and hair.
Afterwards, you squeeze the water and twist your long hair into a bun at the top of your head before turning around to sit in between his long legs as you both relax.
Kiyoomi rubs you belly under the water, and you feel the flutter movements from your baby against his palm.
Resting your head against his shoulder, you sigh. “I’m ready to give birth.”
“Any day now, right?”
“Yes, any day now.” You answered. You haven’t told him about your minor contractions this morning or even last night.
There was no need to alert him, but your belly has been fluttering with constriction tightness that you believe that your baby may arrive earlier than expected.
An unexpected pain pierce your lower abdomen, but you bite your lip to muffle your groan.
Or had you meant to moan as Kiyoomi’s fingers danced between your legs, faintly circling your clit.
And that’s when you remember earlier when he stood, his cock was already semi hard.
And now it was hard, pressing against your back.
A low moan escapes your lips, “Omi…”
His finger presses further, giving you the right amount of bliss.
Suddenly, he swishes from behind you and lifts you out of the tub to sit on the ledge. He grabs his kimono and drapes it over your shoulders. He gives you a wicked smile before he widens your leg and leaves kisses along your inner thigh.
Your legs are hooked over his shoulder as he continues to nip and leave red marks along your inner thighs until he got to your core.
As soon as his mouth touched your core, Kiyoomi feasted as if it was his last meal. Sending you to heaven.
When he added his fingers, gently sliding them in and out along with the work of his lips and tongue, you were sure you had gone to heaven and back to just go back to heaven.
Your high was a mixture of pleasure and pain and you squirm under his mouth.
“Omi…” you whimper, pushing his head from between your legs but he only digs his fingers deeper into your thighs, holding you still. “Omi… Omi wait… stop…”
You pushed his head away and he glared at you as you disrupt his meal.
Something didn’t feel right…
You gasped as you hear a pop and a gush of water squirts from between your leg, barely missing his face as he flinched backwards just in time.
Immediately, you cried out in pain instead of pleasure.
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Each time you heard the soft cries of your baby, you would open your eyes to see Kiyoomi cuddling his son. Cooing him so he wouldn’t disturb you as you tried to get the rest you needed.
After hours of being in labor, your son finally entered the world.
Even in your exhausted state, you wanted to see him.
The midwife wrapped him up in a blanket after cleaning him, passing him to you.
His little cute cry made you cry, “it’s okay, it’s okay…” you cooed kissing his forehead. His dark hair, curling in different direction tickled your nose.
Kiyoomi barged in immediately, still upset he had to wait outside as you suffered through the pain without him. The midwife wanted him out. His eyes burned with tears as they landed on you and the bundle in your arms.
The moment he held his infant, Kiyoomi fell in love a second time.
As you tried to recover, Kiyoomi never left his son’s side, shooing the nurses away.
Except…
“He… he might be hungry.” Kiyoomi swallowed, nervously.
Sitting up carefully, you smile and held your hands out to him. “Bring him over here.”
Very carefully, Kiyoomi kneels and passes his utterly small son to you. Like a child, he watches with curious eyes as you pull your yukata open an bring your infant to your pucker leaking nipple. As naturally as his father, he latches on and immediately began to suckle.
“He’s just like you.” You teased, looking at Kiyoomi. “What should we name him?”
Kiyoomi’s large hand brushes his son’s curly hair, “Seichi, Sakusa Seichi.”
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“Kiyoomi…” you moaned as he is buried in between your legs.
Three months later, Kiyoomi needed you.
As soon as your son was put down for the night, he pounced on you like a starved beast.
Memories of the night you gave birth came flooding back and you burst out laughing, immediately covering your laughter.
“What’s so funny?” He lifts his head, mouth and cheek glistening with your wetness.
You shook your head, not daring to remind him that horrific night.
You yelp as he nipped your inner thigh.
“Tell me,” he ordered softly, tongue soothing out the sting of the red mark he just added to your skin.
Pushing yourself up on your elbow you look at him, “remember the last time…”
“Oh gosh, yes…”
“After you got kicked out, I remember the midwife asking, ‘My Lady! What are these markings on your thigh?’.”
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E/n: I giggled writing about the water bursting...
Warning: SMUT; and no, Omi does not have that shaved part of his head... you can imagine historical Omi/Lord Omi however your heart desires; semi-breeding (yes and no…)
Note: If you read this from my other account... I did change some stuff up but overall, still the same storyline.
(18+) Minors please, please, please don't read... I'd feel awful if you do.
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Your breath shook as you look between your legs, seeing that there is no blood.
Meaning, it is another month without your monthly bleed and is not due to stress or a broken heart.
Meaning… you are with child.
Meaning you are carrying Lord Sakusa Kiyoomi’s child.
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It has been a few months since the night you feared your head would have been cut off for deceiving Lord Sakusa.
You had taken the place of your uncle, the head medic of the village and has long been the one who has served the Sakusa family. You were his secret student he trained and could trust you to go to Lord Sakusa’s chamber to relieve the stomach pain he has.
It was not as common for woman to be medic – they were only trusted for childbirth.
Your skills advanced further than your uncle and he trusted you to treat Lord Sakusa with the best of your abilities.
He assured you that Lord Sakusa won’t know or question you during the healing session. He rarely ever spoke to Lord Sakusa in his many times he has been called upon.
You were covered from head to toe. The kimono your uncle wore had a hood intact that covered your hair and you wore a special face mask with gloves that were requested by the Lord himself. No one, outside of his manor is allowed near him without this proper attire.
Upon your first visit you had already asked for death by taking off one side of your glove and touching the naked skin of Lord Sakusa Kiyoomi. By skin-to-skin, you were able to feel the pulse better at his wrist, telling everything you need to know about his symptoms. You take no notice to his shocked and widen eyes and proceed to touch his abdomen.
His breath hitched and that’s what brought you back to reality of what you just done.
Quickly, your hand pulled away only for him to be quicker and catching your wrist. “Do it again,” he ordered, putting your hand back where you just had it.
“My apologies, my Lord, allow me to put my glove back on.”
You silently cursed yourself for speaking in your normal voice. You were supposed to act as a male medic behind your attire!
“Don’t bother, take the other side off.”
Did he realize you just sound like a woman just now?
You were thankful of the mask you wore- earlier you thought it was stupid but now you were truly thankful of it. You were blushing behind the cotton mask and pulled off the other glove and you pressed down on the pressure point and begin to massage that area.
He hums and closes his eyes.
You could not help but admire his well-built naked chest and if you weren’t already doing to have your head cut off for touching the Lord, you surely will now for gawking.
After more than ten minutes of massaging, you stopped and pull your hands away when his eyes shot up and he demanded, “what are you doing?”
You blink at him, “are you not feeling better yet, my Lord?” You made the mistake of looking at him in the eye and quickly bowed your head, “I believe you are having digestion difficulties which is why you’re feeling pain and discomfort in your abdominal area. I have brought a tea that will help if drank once in the evening.”
“Look at me.”
Your heart pounded so hard against your chest, could he hear it? Without speaking, you look up into his eyes.
“I do not drink any tea that has not been approved by my advisors- your teacher should have told you that.”
That was a dead giveaway he knew you were not your uncle.
“You will come every night until I tell you otherwise and give me treatments until I feel better.”
Lord Sakusa’s advisor is by you side and holds his hand out for the tea you spoke of. Your hands are trembling as you hand him the small package of dry packets. You had completely forgotten about him and that only means he saw you take off your gloves!
“You may leave.”
Thank God! You reached to put your gloves back on when the next words have you trembling in fear.
“Not you, him.” He waves his hand at his advisor who bows and leaves the room.
You were sweating profusely underneath your hood at this point.
As soon as the door closed, Lord Sakusa sits up and you cower beneath his gaze.
“Look at me.” He orders the second time in less than ten minutes.
The two second you contemplated if it was just best if you killed yourself this moment, but you thought about your unborn niece or nephew your sister is carrying and you wanted to live just a little bit longer to meet them.
You slowly lift your head and look at him. He cocks his head slightly, just looking right back at you. “Take off your kimono.”
“My Lord, for your safety-“
“Do I need to repeat myself again?”
Slowly, you lift your hood off, your hair was in a tight bun at the top of your head, like how your uncle usually has his, and you slip the kimono off.
“Take off your mask.”
Your finger hooks the loops hooked behind your ears and you pull the mask off. Your gaze is focusing on your gloves and you wished you had one last chance to have a bowl of ramen before you would be sentence to death.
It was a long awkward silence before he would quietly ask, “what is your name?”
“Y/l Y/n, my Lord.” You answer quietly.
“Look at me.” He orders for the third time. “From here on, come as yourself. You do not need to hide yourself in these big clothes.”
You bit your lips and drop your head, “yes, my Lord.”
“Leave your hair down next time.”
Your brow rose but you don’t question. “Yes, my Lord.”
“I will see you tomorrow.”
You hesitated for a second before quietly answering, “yes, my Lord. Have a good night.”
“Stop calling me that.”
You lift your head, looking at him with a confused look. “What should I call you then?”
“Kiyoomi.”
You gasped, “do you want me to die?” You made a face and bowed your head, “I’m sorry, that would not be appropriate of me to call you anything but your title, my Lord.”
“If I give you permission, you will not die, not with me by your side.”
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You received a full lecture from your uncle when you returned. He scolded you for being so careless and failing to keep your composure.
Your family has served the Sakusa family for many generations yet, you had no idea who Lord Sakusa Kiyoomi was apparently, the same age as you.
He proceeded to give you a thorough history of Lord Sakusa Kiyoomi. The young Lord had contracted a virus as a young boy from another boy and since then has been extremely cautious with everyone around him. The virus nearly took his life.
The next day, your uncle went, ignoring your words that Lord Kiyoomi had instructed for you to return.
Less than an hour after your uncle left, he returned and walks past you, muttering, “he wants you.”
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“I thought I said for you to return?”
You bit down on your lower lip, chin touching your chest. You quietly apologized, even if it wasn’t your fault. Your uncle chose not to believe you and who were to you to argue back?
“I will send a guard for you every night,” he pauses, “or even better, just stay here.”
He didn’t see your confused look as you processed what he just ordered. A moment paused before you answered, “I will return every night until your health has return, my Lord.”
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Every night you returned to his manor as yourself, to treat his abdominal pain.
A week has gone by and you’ve done everything in the book and to your knowledge to treat his very serious abdominal pain.
“You must take responsibility until my health has been restored.”
You’ve returned most nights; he has freed you a day or two but never consecutive days.
It became a routine.
You would arrive exactly at the compound at 9pm. Lord Sakusa would be waiting for you and at first, you would wait for him to shrug off his yukata to perform the nightly tummy massage. He laid there, hands resting behind his head and eyes shut. Occasionally a soft groan would echo from him.
Few days later, he would be topless by the time you arrive, waiting for you as he writes his nightly poems.
You began to notice that your time treating him became less and less. Your presence needed became longer and long at the Sakusa compound and you returning home later and later.
He would order you around like his personal servant. Whether it be getting his bath ready down to grinding the inkstone so he could write his poems.
You could not deny the facts that you enjoyed his company and you secretly look forward to dusk time to head to his chambers.
You find interest in the shared conversations, and you enjoyed reading the poems he writes.
But each evening, Lord Sakusa would inch closer and closer to you to allow you to read his poems.
“Here,” he holds out a neatly folded sheet of paper.
You narrowed your eyes at him, “is this another riddle of yours?”
You have become friendly and comfortable with him that it was easy to be informal.
With your back turned towards him, you unfolded the paper and read the contents.
Sometimes my heart soars
Sometimes my breath stops
Sometimes I long for your touch
Wont you stay awhile?
Your heart pounded loudly. Tonight’s Lord Sakusa’s poem is… different.
Like… you understood it.
“My Lord –“ you spun around, bumping right into his bare chest. You staggered back but his large hands steadied you by your shoulders.
His large frame tower over you and you swallowed the lump in your throat as his face nears yours.
“Y/n,” his voice rasped, “let me kiss you?”
“Okay –“
His lips are soft upon yours. His lips hungry for yours. His tongue wasted no time to slip in and mingle with yours.
Your head tilts back for him to kiss your deeper.
You are suddenly hoisted off the ground as Lord Sakusa carried you over his shoulders.
“My Lord! Where are – we – ah!”
You’re laid flat on your back on his futon, and he towers over you, kissing you senseless again.
Before you knew, your clothes were tugged off and so were his. He knelt before you naked.
Your hands flies to cover your naked chest when he catches it with his and with just one large hand, he holds both your wrist above your head, making you thrust your chest upward to him.
He recites his poem out loud, it sounded even more beautiful coming from him.
“Do you feel it?” Your breath heavy as he trails the tip of his finger down the valley of your chest. “Do you feel what I feel, Y/n?”
“My Lo – ord I—ah!” He takes a nipple in between his teeth and nips gently.
He nips harshly, making you hiss. “What did I tell you to call me?” he looks up with hooded eyes.
Fingers itched badly to run through his mop of curls.
His iris is dark and dilated. “Do I need to fuck it out of you? Hmm?”
What were you doing?
“We shouldn’t do this…” you whispered.
Something in his eyes flashed, like he realized it too, but it was immediately overpowered with lust again. “I won’t force you if you do not want me.”
“It’s not that I don’t want you,” you blush, “we are different people, Kiyoomi.” You look back into his eyes, “I don’t even qualify to be your lover, I’m just a village girl.”
His face lower until only a piece of paper would be the only thing to slide between the space.
“Does it look like I care?” His eye searches your face, “now, do you want me, or not?”
To hell with it. “I do, my Lord.”
You’ll never forget the way his slips curve into a winning smile. He releases your hands so he could use his to roam your naked body. “Your skin is so soft.” He nips your neck, making sure to leave a mark. “I’m going to touch you everywhere.”
His hands push your knees apart so he could settle further in between. Something pokes at your entrance, and your eyes widen.
“Relax,” Kiyoomi whispers kissing the corner of your lips.
He reaches in between your bodies and touches you with his fingers. The tip of his middle finger impales, until his finger is knuckle deep and you released the breath you have been holding. “Is this your first time?”
Your face flushed with embarrassment, “yes.”
Kiyoomi grins, proudly. “I will take responsibility then.”
Lewd sounds are vibrating from your throat as his finger pulls out and pushes back in, and you’d die before admitting how good it was making you feel.
A small gasp left your lips when he added another finger, two fingers sliding in and out of you. You’ve never touch yourself before, let alone to have anything impale you, making you feel… hot. An odd tingling sensation boiled within you.
Kiyoomi’s chuckle is what brings you back from cloud-9 and your eyes open, seeing he has been watching you all this time. “You’re very wet, which is good.”
“I feel good,” you breathed.
He smirks, “you like my fingers?”
You nod, you feel your cheeks burn, admitting to such thing.
Kiyoomi pulls his fingers out completely, leaving you hollow but shocks you by putting them in his mouth and suckling lewdly.
He pulls his fingers out of his mouth and this time, pushes three fingers inside of you, causing you to flinch. His long fingers went in until he was knuckles deep and then curled them briefly before retracting them again. He then grasps his cock with that hand, using the coated fingers to lubricate his cock. Each time he strokes his cock, white milky beads leave the tip of his cock.
You begin to feel high watching him smear the white milky beads against your incredibly sensitive clit. He teases the thick tip of his cock along your slit, sliding it up and down.
“Widen your legs,” he orders, and you do so.
“I want you.” You blurted.
He smirks and you regret telling him that. Since the growth of your friendship, he has taken every opportunity to tease you. Whether it’d be a new word he used in his poem or rules or laws in the hierarchy world.
“Is that so?” His hips slowly pushes forward until it meets yours.
His groans were beautiful.
He drops his forehead against yours and you take this moment to just catch your breath.
Your thighs hiked up to curl against his side as you adjust to this extraneous feeling. His cock is much larger than his fingers and reached deeper.
Reached areas you never knew… existed.
His mouth covers yours and kisses you hungrily. He pulls away abruptly, “can I move?”
In your dazed, you nod. You were so high right now; you never want to come down anymore.
Kiyoomi drops down to his elbow, boxing you in, his face remains inches from yours as he slowly rolls his hips back and snaps forward, repeating the same motion.
Heavy breaths of yours and his echo his chambers and never once does his eyes leave yours. “Can… can I go faster?”
You nod, touching his face, “please.”
His hips fastens and his cock is moving faster within you. Lewd noise resonance each time his hips met yours.
“My Lord…” Your nails dig deeper into his biceps, “I… feel – I feel weird…” Your legs tighten around his waist.
“What’s my name?” he growls, head dropping to your ear, “do I need to fuck it out of you?”
“Omi… Ki… omi…”
A snarl leaves his chest, and his hips snap finally against yours; grunting as he pushes against you hard and fast. You curl against his body, hugging him close as you feel a flush of ecstasy. Kiyoomi’s weight pins you down, his cock pulsing inside of you and hot fluid filling you up.
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He makes love to you every night and sometimes multiple times within one night. He’s taken you in his family library, in the garden, and many times in the bathtub. The nights you can’t make it in due to suspiciousness from your sister- you send Lord Sakusa’s guards back.
Each visit you return home with some gift he has gifted you with whether you like it or not. He showered you with gifts and it was becoming too much. Gifts ranging from high quality embroidery kimonos to expensive sweets.
Your feelings become heavy. Was this his way of paying you for service?
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You cried out for third time being filled by Kiyoomi as he collapses against your back, careful to not crush you into the futon.
“I just… can’t get enough of you.”
He peppers kisses along your shoulder that has red bruising marks.
He slips out and you sit up – immediately dressing yourself.
“Stay.”
The last few nights, he’s been asking you to stay after making love to you. But you decline each time, and he doesn’t push further.
Your hand froze for a brief second before you continue to tighten your clothes. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
He grabs your wrist, his expression filled with concern and panic.
You’ve seen it the last couple of days.
You have been distancing yourself but trying to keep it as discreet as possible. You noticed the alarm in his eyes when you would pull away from his touch. “Y/n?”
“We should stop seeing each other.” You can’t bring yourself to look at him in the eye. “Lord Sakusa, I know you’re engage to marry the Lady of Kyoto in two weeks.”
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Lord Sakusa hasn’t been in contact with you for a whole month now.
You aren’t sure how far along you are, but you have to be at least 4 months now.
You are a fool to not even think of the possibility of pregnancy with the number of times he has made love to you.
And you are a medic!
You pull your thicker kimono, one that Kiyoomi has gifted you, closer around your body as you boil water for tea.
You lived alone in your family home. Your parents have died from a village plague leaving you and your younger sister to grow up on your own with the guidance of your uncle. She’s now married and expecting her first child any day now.
From a distance, you could hear galloping and you knew, it was more than one horse.
You listen closely, who would be on the road at this time of the night?
The loud hooves of the horses got closer and closer until it stopped outside of your home.
Cracking the door and peaked out.
Your eyes widen, “my Lord?!”
You can see head your neighbors poking their heads out to see what the commotion is.
You hurry over, “what are you doing here?!” You stepped closer to his stallion, whom you have become close with, and rubbed his nose.
Looking up, you notice the formal attire he wore. Kiyoom jumps down from his stallion and stand closely before you with his head cocked to the side, “why have you’ve denied me tonight?”
You shush him, covering his mouth and looking around, making sure your nosy neighbors didn’t hear. You felt something slick, hot, and wet against your palm and you pull your hand back, grossed out that he just licked your palm.
He notices your neighbors and grabs your hand, “I need to speak to you, privately.”
You glance nervously at your neighbors will surely ask you tomorrow why Lord Sakusa was at your house.
Agreeing was the best option. You needed to avoid as much rumor as possible.
You gathered your stuff and locked your home and made your way to the guard behind Kiyoomi who clears his throat when you walked pass him and his awaiting hand.
The guard clears his throat, “my Lady, you must ride with Lord Sakusa.”
You grumble before making your way back to him and accepts his awaiting hand. He pulls you up to seat in front of him practically sitting half on his lap.
You screeched his name and realized the mistake you made calling him by his given name. Gasps and whispers came from your neighbors and all you can do is bury your face into his chest. “Hurry, just go!”
“I don’t care what they think.” Kiyoomi whispers to you, humor in his tone. One arm wraps securely around your waist as the stallion begins moving.
“Why are you here, my Lord?”
He scoffs, “I sent my guard to get you and you refused, so I came myself.”
The rest of the ride back to his manor was in silent. He hops off his horse before holding his arms out for you, making you feel like a child.
You nearly tumble into his arm and quickly composed yourself when you gained your balance.
He wasted no time and pulled you along as he led you to his private chamber. His maids bow and you quickly return one as you passed by.
“Do not disturb us.” Kiyoomi said to his advisor before sliding his chamber doors closed. He spins and looks at you, “have a seat.”
Your jaw clenched and bowed your head, “what is it that you need to tell me? Say what you need to say, I wish to return home.”
“Look at me.”
You exhale quietly before lifting your head though you look straight but not into his eyes. You feel his gaze on your lips, “My Lor –“
“Why the sudden name change?” When you don’t answer, he goes on, “I haven’t been able to see you for a whole month because I was away ending my engagement with Lady Kikuchi.”
Your breath hitched.
He steps closer until nothing could be between you two. “The one I want to marry is not her. It’s you. I want to marry you, Y/n.”
Your eyes slowly shift to his, “really?”
He cups your face and nods, “yes,” his thumb rubs your cheekbone, and you lean into his touch. “It took a lot longer than I wanted it to but… I just wanted to come back to you as soon as possible.” Kiyoomi leans in until the tip of his nose is rubbing against yours, “I love you.”
“Really?”
Kiyoomi stood a whole head taller than you and it’s at this moment that he seemed even more handsome than before to you. His dark curls and the two-beauty mark on his forehead.
And you wonder if your child will have it too.
His lips nearly ready to kiss yours when you gasped, startling Kiyoomi. “I have something to tell you.”
He smiles, “I hope it’s that you love me too?”
You gaze at him for a few seconds before pulling his face down to kiss him. After a few minutes of literal kisses, you pull away and wait until his eyes crack open. “I love you too, but Kiyoomi¸I am with child.” You pull back a bit, “I mean, I should have known—” you blink, seeing Kiyoomi breakout in a laugh.
He cups your face again and pulls you into a deep kiss, “I was starting to think there was something wrong with me if you weren’t expecting fast enough.”
“What do you –“
“I knew I loved you from the very first day we met.” He pecks your lips, “your spunk, your bravery, your kind soul. I wanted it all. I didn’t know how to tell you, that’s why I was having you proofread my poems because that was the only way I was confident enough to speak my feelings… but you were too oblivious to them!”
Your jaw drops, “all those… poems?”
“All of them,” he kisses your lips softly, “each and every one of them, I said all the things I was too scared to say.”
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> > > @amarinthe
E/n: Bear with me as I slowly reupload the rest of the series... thank you for reading <3
Kiyoomi hates it when people touch his hair but when it's you, he hates it a little less.
Ft. : sakusa kiyoomi
This is a repost from my old blog so if you've read this before, it was me. But, it is my first post in this blog so pls be a bit kind also reblogs + feedbacks r appreciated!!
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"It's already been around half an hour y/n," kiyoomi grumbled.
He sat with his back against the bed and you sat on the bed, behind him, keeping him locked in his spot with your legs.
"But omi your hair is soft and you just washed it. It's extra soft!" You continued ruffling his hair, picking out sections and crossing them over one another, making a tangled mess.
"You are tangling it," he whined, trying to stop your hands.
"Oh! Oh! Wait here!" You got up from your previous position and ran to the vanity, grabbing a comb and looking frantically for something in your drawer.
"Ugh why can't I find them when I need them," you whined and kiyoomi sighed at that.
"What are you planning?" He leaned back on his palms, smiling a bit at your almsot stressed out self.
"Found it!" Not answering his question, you ran towards him with a box of hair ties.
"Now sit still for me okay?" And how could he ever say no to that radiant smile of yours. So he sighed and let out a chuckle.
"Incorrigible..." He closed his eyes and smiled as he felt the comb against his scalp.
"Shhh. I'm braiding your hair now," you left a small kiss on his cheek from the back and he hummed.
He felt you taking sections and crossing them, and then tying the little braid with a hair tie. He felt happy at that moment, it felt like where he was meant to be. He realised then that he was meant to be with you. He realised that he loved you so much that if he ever let that smile of yours go, he'd go absolutely insane. He realised that you were the only one he allowed to touch his hair and he remembers the time he had thrashed Atsumu whe he tried to pat kiyoomi's head.
Meian always used to say that Sakusa Kiyoomi is, what was the term again? Ah, whipped yes. He was a whipped man for you. If one told him to remember the last time he felt the way he felt about you, he'd have no memory of it because for him, it was always you and he hopes that it'll last forever. He might whine a little when you play with his hair or hug him suddenly from behind, shocking him but he himself along with you knows, that it's exactly what he craves.
"There there. All done. Ah wait here, I'll bring the hand mirror," and when you brought the little mirror and he saw the current state of his hair, he couldn't help but laugh. Braids were sticking out from random direction and strands of messy hair too.
Was his hair a total tangled mess? Yes. Would he probably wake up with knots that would take him several hours to untagle? Also yes. But he couldn't bring himself to care because it made you happy and maybe the knots were worth it if he saw you flash him that sweet smile of yours.
With as close as you were to Kiyoomi, it was almost like you had burrowed into his skin. Knees tucked as close to yourself as you could, you’re nestled against him on the couch, one long arm around your shoulders as the other keeps a book propped on his knee. Your fingers are curled in the collar of his tank, and every now and again, you jostle yourself slightly as if you slipped.
Curled in the small chair of your shared hotel room, it’s so warm in his arms to contrast against the cold air from the window. If, and when, his glasses slip down his nose, you’re quick to nudge it up with your knuckle before going back to your memorizing of every pore on his face, all the while he reads in the mostly predominant silence of your room. You sniff at his collarbone, plant kisses to his jaw, and when you’re feeling playful, you bite at his ear to make him snicker and shrink slightly- he gives you a warning look for distracting him, but makes no other intention of moving you.
You weren’t subtle. He didn’t need you to be. Affection was something Kiyoomi needs just as much as you do, even if 9 times out of 10, he’s the supplier to your addiction.
“You’re just so handsome,” you mewl. “I hate you for it.”
He snorts softly, “yeah, I get that a lot.” Once he finishes the current chapter he’s on, he turns his head to plant a gentle kiss to your nose, prompting it with a nudge, “you getting bored? Or are you still content?”
“I’m very content,” you say simply, and he nods as he thumbs to the next page. “As long as you’re okay?”
“Yeah baby, I’m good-“
With no other warning, the door to your hotel room swings open, revealing a blonde with ugly roots and a ginger who’s pleading said blonde to leave you both alone.
You jump up in surprise, clinging (somehow) closer to Kiyoomi, who furrows his brows.
“I told you they were busy!” Hinata whines, while Atsumu rolls his eyes.
“This is why you haven’t answered my texts?” He asks incredulously. His attention turns to you with faux disappointment, “you’re supposed to help me get him out to do things.”
“We… we’re tired,” you mumble, and Kiyoomi lets his large hand gently cradle whatever part of your body was closest to his palm. “We didn’t want to come out.”
At the affection, atsumu offers you both a fake gag, “cant you two get a room?”
“We did, you came into it,” he snarls, while you hide your face against him. You’re embarrassed, you’re sure Kiyoomi is too, your affections usually are contained and hidden behind closed doors, the extent definitely being more than you’re typically comfortable displaying. “Hinata. Ugly. Scram.”
“Hey!”
“We’re sorry Sakusa-San!” Hinata apologizes, grabbing Atsumu’s collar to try and tug him away.
Atsumu, now being choked and pouting, gives you both a pleading look, “team dinner won’t be the same without ya!”
“Do not argue with us,” Kiyoomi snips. “Already told you we were tired. Beat it.”
“Will you at least consider coming?”
You hear the heave in Kiyoomi’s chest as the last bit of patience slips, “you want us to come before or after I slice open my skin for them to burrow into?”
Silence falls on the room, and you try to hide your laughter in the warm collar of Kiyoomi’s hoodie, and you can’t hold it in when Atsumu’s confused (and borderline concerned) “WHAT?” shakes the room of the hotel.
“They want to live in my skin. So I’m gonna slice my side open and let them climb in. If you don’t want to leave, you’re more than welcome to watch.”
“Or you can watch us suck face,” you chime, and Kiyoomi offers you a laugh while Atsumu gags in truth this time.
“You’re both feral,” he whines, finally letting Hinata drag him out of the room and away from you both. The shorter, more respectful teammate, offers you both a quick “have a good night!” before kicking the door shut behind him, silence once again filling the room.
Kiyoomi sighs peacefully, dog-earring his book before turning towards you, “you okay?”
“Yeah,” you say quietly. “Just… kind of embarrassed.”
“That creature has been single since birth, there is nothing for you to be embarrassed about.” He shifts slightly to be closer to you, the arm not cradling you moving up to your cheek to gently stroke over it. "And who cares if they saw it? Hinata would never judge us, and no one likes Atsumu."
"You're so mean," you snort, turning your head to kiss his palm. Then, you blink up, expectantly, at him. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"Go on- start slicing open."
Kiyoomi lets out a string of full laughter, head tossed back while he squeezes you tighter. Then, he leans down to nudge his nose with yours.
"How about I do that after we suck face?"
This time, you're the one cackling, happy to be cut off by his lips settling on yours, swallowing your laughter with all the love he can provide.
The traumatized Atsumu was merely a catalyst, and a plus, for all of this trouble.
bf!suna who has an album of you filled with pics and the often stupid videos he takes when he’s feeling silly with you.
bf!suna who has a video of him standing behind you whilst you’re reading a book on the couch and his hand is in the video, faking a jerking off motion to you til you notice and then he releases his hand like he just finished.
bf!suna who has a video of you sleeping where your shirt has ridden up that your boobs are so close, if you stir in your sleep again they’ll, for sure, pop out. and in the video is another stupid clip of his hand, shaking madly while he gently (and reluctantly) pulls your shirt down, hand still shaking like it’s the hardest thing to do.
bf!suna who has another video of you sleeping and he’s just poking your cheeks softly, occasionally pinching them as well.
bf!suna who has a video of him creeping up behind you while you’re doing the dishes and he proceeds to cup your ass while bouncing it in his hand “hey everyone, back with another, this time featuring my girlfriends ass—with a review!” You obviously proceeded to wet him with the dirty sink water (he’s done this before, many, many times.)
bf!suna who has a video of you drunk and crying to the ending of coco while clinging to his side. his lips are pursed together while he’s giving you the nastiest yet nonchalant side eye, nodding once and a while to your complains, “this boys family is a menace Rin! Can you believe that?”
bf!suna who has a video of you squashed to his chest because your shirt is off out of annoyance to the heat of summer. You were bathing in the new chill of having no shirt that you didn’t notice he’s taking a video of him cheering silently while your side boob and his side of his chest are in view, mf is cheering like a teenage boy.
bf!suna who has a video of him randomly coming up to you and pressing your foreheads together while he opens his mouth wide in a funny way. You’re grimacing and he’s just in a silly mood to mess with you.
bf!suna who has a video of you walking from the water in your bathing suit, it flips back to him who falsely claims he’s been shot through his actions, “I’ve been shot by sexiness, someone help me,” it cuts after he pretends he’s dead on the sun-chair.
bf!suna who has a video of him after he’s done being your professional photographer. He pretends he’s taking more, going around you while you laugh, “look here, baby, yes! perfect! one more ms. Suna! Give me fierce!” Completely doesn’t care about the public walking past.
bf!suna who has a video of him pretending to be a YouTuber again. He has a cute headband on and a pink face mask on along with you who is busy doing a lip mask,
“hey everybody, welcome back! Today I am venturing into a women’s skin care,” you punched him in the chest playfully, “excuse you, i’m not just a women, thank you very much,”
he chuckled, “right, everyone, this is my beautiful, sexy, caring, and perfect girlfriend #soon-to-be-wife.” (he whispered that to the camera, hoping the songs playing on your speaker was loud enough.)
And finally, bf!suna who has a video of you crying while laughing after he just proposed, your quite literally balling and this mf is just smiling while cradling you to his side, “#not so soon-to-be-wife anymore!”
bf!suna who just loves those videos so much (and taking more) that he hopes his storage doesn’t run out soon because he’s on his last storage plan.
short drabble because I’ve been on a mini crime au brainrot
cw: fluff. minor character death, misogyny (not by Kiyoomi) references to a criminal organization, a little gore, a lot of Kiyoomi being whipped beyond comprehension
wc: 1.5k
You just showed up one day.
Granted, the boss’s behavior had been a little weird for a while. Less picky about the little things, less prone to administering punishment over something small. He’d take his lunch breaks out of his office now more often than not, which in itself was its own brand of odd. But coming back an hour later with his hair disheveled and his cuffs tucked up his sleeve, a few odd bruises hidden on his collarbone; that was just uncanny. Nobody could really comprehend a mean stickler like him getting a girlfriend.
But then one day, Atsumu trudging himself to his boss’s office with a sigh - Eyebrows already cinched by the stress that should come at telling his less than congenial boss that his team has been crunching the numbers, and it looks like they might be dealing with a mole. Already out of patience for the lecture he’s about to suffer through, before going through the wearisome task of rounding up all the workers, and then sitting through the world’s most boring execution. He can already hear Kiyoomi’s irritated sigh. And if this were any regular job he just might say he's been due some vacation time.
Atsumu runs an exasperated hand through his blonde hair. “Aye boss, you-“
There’s a girl sitting on his lap.
A pretty thing too. Soft pretty doe eyes, softer satin skin, cute little dress that rides up your thighs as you sit on his boss’s lap and fuck if you doesn’t look squeezable. Just getting a glance at you from his spot at the door has him turning pink. He barely even realizes he’s staring. - Where the fuck did he pick you up from?
“Uh… Sorry,” Atsumu clears his throat. “I can come back later if yer busy.”
You tilt your head as the hand comfied on your back scoots lower with a quiet hiss, Kiyoomi makes an effort to keep you comfortable by hooking his hand over your hip. “It’s fine. What’s the issue?”
Atsumu’s stare flickers between you both. “The-… Adrian and the boys downstairs have been summin’ up our contract to success ratio over the past couple months and uh, it looks like we might be dealin’ with a mole.”
Kiyoomi expectedly doesn’t look very pleased at something like that but it’s a far cry from his usual scowl and tirade combo. More of a… frustrated grimace? Annoyed more than anything else. “Do they have any idea who it could be?”
“We got it down to Sugar, Ayame, Ren, and Susumu. Since they’ve been the only ones who can’t be accounted for durin’ some bumps in the day.”
Kiyoomi nods slowly. “Okay…”
Atsumu watches you lean for one of the luxury pens in his pencil holder. Last time he reached for one those the bastard flicked him hard on the knuckles. But you study the carefully cashmered casing without so much as glancing up for a response.
Kiyoomi pulls at the bottom of it until the cap releases with a small click, reaching for a notepad on his desk to jot down a few quick numbers. “Yeah, okay… Kill them all then.”
“Wha- You sure?”
“Let’s not risk it.” He says. Like it always could have been that easy. “We’ll send a few flowers to their families, say they died on a contract. If the mole’s people are smart they’ll know it’s a lie. Then it’s up to them to make their move.”
Wha- So this guy can pick and choose when to be difficult?! “O.K.! I’ll get that handled for ya then.”
“Lock the door on your way out.”
He bows as he turns for the door again, twisting the lock before closing it carefully.
And then he’s blowing out a disbelieving raspberry.
It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out this guy is head over heels for whoever the hell this chick is. Kiyoomi’s not exactly a sociable guy, or a… particularly affable guy either, so seeing him start to go so out of his way to make sure someone’s happy feels like stepping into the twilight zone. He hasn’t completely changed, don’t get him wrong. Just cause he’s laying down a path of roses for his sweetheart doesn’t mean the bed of eggshells the rest of the guys have to stumble on gets any less sharper. The guy started enforcing a whole rule against loud sudden noises just cause they startle his princess whenever you drop by. No fights - at least, not without the threat of mutilation should they start one when you’re around. No overtly coarse language, no gun play near his office, if you gotta kill a package do it where you won’t hear it scream, and under no - No circumstances do you touch or even stare too long at the missus.
“Or what?” Kaio snorts. “With all the bullshit he’s making us do for this chick, I could at least expect some eye service?”
Atsumu scoffs as Hinata winces. “Yeahh… You probably shouldn’t say something like that out loud.”
Kaio snorts. “Why? Cause she’ll hear? She walks around in those skimpy little dresses and I can’t even look? Feels like a buncha work with no pay off. Least tell us where you found the slut. Whatever she’s got has to be pretty fuckin’ good if he’s already this whipped.”
Atsumu glances at Bokuto who snorts into his coffee cup. Reacting more to the way his coworker wearily shakes his head than the guy talking himself into an early grave.
He licks his lips before commenting. “You’re pretty stupid, Katsuro.”
“Says the guy who shot himself in the ass playing poker. Twice.”
Kaio grimaces before sitting back in his seat, looking on at his fellow high ranking coworkers as they avoid his place in the room. “What? Am I wrong? The broad’s turned this place into a daycare center. First no yelling, then no fighting - hell, give it a few months and she’ll tell the bastard that we can’t kill anymore-“
Click!
The cold metal against the back of his head sends shivers down his spine.
Kiyoomi affirms flatly. “She wouldn’t do that. ‘Wouldn’t be able to keep business booming like it is.”
“B-Boss-“
“The pay off is that by doing what I say, you get to live another day. A worthless piece of shit like you can comprehend something like that, right?”
“Ye-Yes, sir.” Kaio swallows. “Look I didn’t mean anything by-“
Kiyoomi presses the barrel a little firmer against his head, enough to make him flinch. “Don’t go back on your word, Katsuro. You said what you said and you meant it. - At least, say you died for a reason.”
Atsumu has to cough into his shoulder to keep himself from outright laughing at the way Kaio all but turns blue. “Sakusa-san-“
“I shouldn’t have to say how dumb it was to speak out of your ass about my fiancé, especially on my soil. - Eating my food, and wearing my clothes, and breathing breaths that I gave you. The money in your pocket, the bed you sleep in at night, every fucking thing you have is because of me. Can you understand that?”
“Yes, of course, sir.”
“That makes you my property?”
“Y-Yes.”
Kiyoomi exhales out of his nose. Tall broad frame casting a shadow over the man as he all but towers behind him. “What do you suppose I do when my property - one of my things starts to behave defectively? I don’t need something that doesn’t work anymore, do I?”
“Please, Sakusa-san-“
“A gunshot makes a pretty loud noise,” Kiyoomi squares his feet. “Aren’t we lucky she didn’t show up today.”
“I’m-“
The barrage of blood stains Hinata’s suit jacket.
Kiyoomi scowls at the mess before him as he backs away from the sodden chair, brain matter already soaked into his button up and turning cold in the breeze of the AC. The waste of a good bullet makes him kiss his teeth, but blowing his cool like that makes him frown altogether. He’s been trying to work on his temper. If you were here, he knows you’d be disappointed, and he can’t afford to blow his top in front of you should something like this happen when you’re around.
He sighs as he flicks the safety with his thumb. Piece of shit like that wouldn’t know the word compromise if it blew his skull in. He opens his mouth to tell one of them to call for clean up.
Before Bokuto’s blowing out his eardrums. “Oh my god! You got engaged?!! Congratulations!!”
Kiyoomi freezes.
“…Thank you.”
“Hell yeah, Omi,” Atsumu reaches for his brandy. It’s 10am. “Congrats! Happy to see an old firecracker like you get tied down.”
“Shut up.”
“Oh! When’s the wedding?! Do you have a date or anything set yet?”
“I’m hoping this winter,” Kiyoomi exhales. “Spring at the latest but I’m not worried about expenses. Just what it’ll take to fly her family out this way.”
“Do any of them speak Japanese?” Atsumu asks.
Kiyoomi’s sighing again. “No.”
He narrows his eyes as his number two snorts.
Hinata clears his throat. “Does anybody have a towelette?”
“Uh - Yeah,” Kiyoomi bashfully reholsters his pistol. “Sorry about that.”
an: first piece for my lovesick event! i can't wait heehee it's so cute also yeah maybe a little heids coded but !! idc
pairings: timeskip!sakusa x fem!reader
warnings: fluff!! lots of fluff, sakusa is shy but very sweet, uni friends to lovers, food and eating mentions, drink mentions & consumption, confession of feelings
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every week has been about the same since the new year. working at your internship, working your regular job, coming home, just to do it all again the next day. everything was beginning to blend together into a confusing haze, one where every day feels the same. january had come and gone and before you knew it, february was knocking on your door.
the past two weeks, though, things have been a bit sweeter.
it started with a small gift bag on your doormat when you arrived home after work. there was no note, no message, not even a text about it. but, after a long first day back from the weekend you brought it inside without a second thought.
you plop down on the couch and pluck out the baby-pink tissue paper to reveal a few of your favorite candies resting at the bottom of the bag. you can't help but smile, deciding to snack on one before you started dinner.
the next day you came home to a card stuck in the door, signed with only your name. while you set your things down, you opened the card to hopefully get a clue of who it's from, which causes some money flutter out.
i hope yesterday and today feel a bit sweeter. get your favorite drink tomorrow, on me.
you hum, a little confused as to who this could be. it had to be someone you knew, considering they knew where you live. your first thought was a co-worker, but that theory proved wrong when you asked them about it the next day. you considered family, but they quickly denied.
the next week is filled with other small gifts and notes. dinner from your favorite restaurant delivered shortly after you got home, a small box of chocolates, and many other little treats. it's now only a couple days before valentines, and you're itching to find out who these could be from.
"i can't figure it out 'omi," you sigh, placing your newest gift in a vase on your kitchen counter. a dozen roses, with a printed note.
because you deserve them.
"i can't recognize the handwriting, and everything arrives before i get home, so i never see them!" you huff, grabbing a couple plates out of your cupboards for the pizza sakusa brought over.
"weird," he sighs, scrolling through his phone. you shake your head.
"yeah, weird. i just don't have any clue as to who it could be. i'm not even seeing anyone,"
"trust me, i know," sakusa teases, smirking when you throw a napkin his direction. "but seriously, i'm sure you'll find out soon. it's almost valentines day."
"so?" you raise an eyebrow, reaching in the fridge for a couple drinks. "what if they continue after that, and i'm stuck in this cycle for weeks?"
he snorts. "oh man, receiving presents every day for weeks on end? how awful,"
you roll your eyes, setting his drink down in front of him. scooting next to him at the table, you sigh. he grabs you a piece of pizza, your favorite one, and nods toward the flowers.
"i bet you'll find out soon. they look beautiful, by the way."
"yeah, i hope so. and thanks, i hope i can keep them alive for more than a couple of days."
"doubt it,"
"enough about me," you wave at him dismissively, which he grins at. "what are your valentines plans this year?"
he chews for a second before deciding what to say. really, he could give this entire act up right now.
"nothing. practice and going home. we have a few away games next week,"
"lame," you tease, grabbing his used plate for him. "the famous, star athlete, sakusa kiyoomi doesn't have a da-"
"shut up," he groans. he shuffles behind you and towards the couch, before throwing himself on it. "i'm fine," he turns on your tv and gets comfortable. "by the way, i brought dessert. it's in the fridge."
"what would i do without you, 'omi? you spoil me."
that sentence echoes throughout his mind over the next day. like he said to you, the day is almost here. his last two gifts are sitting on his kitchen counter, mocking him from where they are placed. for the last two weeks, he has tried to back out. tried to stop it all, return everything to their respective stores and forget anything even happened. but this year, he didn't want to chicken out. he wanted things to be different.
thankfully, he has some teammates who feel the same way. at the beginning of the month, they helped him create this plan. two weeks of gifts, leading up to the big reveal.
"excited for tomorrow?" hinata wiggles his eyebrows as they walk out of the gym.
"excited isn't the word i would use," sakusa rasps, kicking the rocks in the parking lot.
"it's gonna be fine! nobody can resist ya, 'omi." atusmu winks, jogging ahead of the two men. "what's the gift today?"
sakusa pulls on his car door, not even looking at his teammates.
"a dress."
"the one we showed you?" hinata's head tilts to the side. sakusa nods, firing up the ignition.
"she'll love it. i'm positive."
"i sure hope so. i'll tell you guys if i hear anything," sakusa waves and shuts the door. he drives to your apartment slowly, trying to calm any nerves that he has swimming around in his stomach.
as he pulls into the parking lot of your complex, he can tell something is a little different. he grabs the box, shallow but wide, and heads up towards your door. this is for sure the most lavish of the gifts you've received thus far, as well as the largest. he adjusts the shiny red bow on the top and steps out of the elevator.
"no, nothing today. at least not yet anyway,"
sakusa stops. his heart races immediately. that's your voice, he's sure of it. she must be home early today. he turns on his heels to go back down the elevator, deciding he will wait a few minutes to deliver it.
"oh, just going downstairs to check the mail," your keys jingle in your hand as you shut your door. "mom, don't be ridiculous, i'm sure whoever it is isn't a creep," your phone is pressed to your ear. he begins to panic. he slips into the stairwell, hoping to avoid you. thankfully you head into the elevator.
he walks quickly to your door, placing the gift up against it as he has done many times before. he heads down the stairwell, slipping through one of the side entrances before reaching his car and leaving as quickly as possible.
he groans, palms sliding down his face while he waits at the red light. he thinks to the first time he met you. you sat next to him four years ago in some business class he can't remember. you seemed shy, not speaking much for the first few weeks other than to ask for a pen. after working on a group project, you finally blossomed. the two of you became quick friends. sakusa was grateful to find someone who cared about him, not his career. someone who understood what his silence meant and what his humor was. someone who appreciated him, for him.
that's what makes this so scary, he thinks. possibly losing the only person who understands.
you hang up the phone and walk to your door, almost laughing out loud when you see the box.
"of course," you mumble to yourself. possibly your last chance to catch whoever it was and you just so happened to be out. even after getting off early.
as your front door clicks shut, you walk towards your couch. this box is much nicer than anything else you've gotten. it's light, you note, and you shake it a bit. muffled sounds of paper fill your ears, quickly making you too curious. your fingers pull the red bow, putting it off to the side. when you lift up the top, you're met with a note.
be ready by tomorrow at 7. i hope you like it.
your eyebrows thread together, moving the carefully folded tissue paper back to reveal rather expensive-looking fabric. you can't help the gasp that leaves your lips when you pull it out of its confines.
a floor-length, silky, black dress with thin straps and a slit on the thigh, and just your size. it's outstanding, both in quality and appearance. you're shocked. something you've only seen in photos and on numerous pinterest boards now rests between your fingertips. your lips part as you feel the dress once more.
excitement sets in quickly after as you realize you will be soon meeting this mystery person. you scurry to your room and hang the dress in your closet like a secret, one you can finally share tomorrow evening.
sakusa is a wreck.
it's 6:40 pm, he needs to leave in five minutes, and he still isn't sure what to wear. none of his friends will answer, not even his sister. he moves things around in his closet, pulling out the suit he wore to the last event the team was forced to go to. a plain black suit with a black tie. simple, but he's out of time. you teased him about it before, and he hopes you feel different in a few minutes.
you aren't feeling much better. your hair and makeup are finished, your shoes and purse picked out, and you're just pulling the zipper up on your dress when you check the time. you have only two minutes until your mystery admirer is revealed.
your pacing is cut short when there's a knock at your door. your heart is racing, you've never felt so nervous in your entire life.
"s-sorry! i was-kiyoomi?"
you're met with your best friend, standing in front of your door in a rather expensive suit, holding a small box in his hands.
"oh my god," he breathes, taking everything in. he thought the dress may be too much, but god was he wrong. "you look...incredible."
"thanks," you mumble. you too dies on your tongue as he walks by you and into your apartment. realization hits you like a train. "wait,"
"yeah, it's me."
"kiyoomi, i don't-"
"just listen for a sec," he looks up from the box and meets your eyes, and you nod. he clears his throat.
"i just, i didn't know how else to do this. i knew that if i tried to tell you, i would just give up like every other time," he runs a hand through his hair, pouting immediately when he remembers the time it took to style it. "i thought this would be something special,"
"it is," you step closer to him, but he only fidgets with the box.
"here," he hands it to you. "this is the final one,"
you let out a small gasp. a set of earrings and a matching necklace sparkle almost instantly in the light. two simple studs and a lone diamond rest on a dainty chain. you immediately put the earrings on and pull the necklace out of the box.
"'omi, wow. these are," your voice trails off as he grabs the necklace and stands behind you. he fastens it from behind, hands shaking slightly. the diamond falls right below your collarbone.
"they match your eyes," he looks at his shoe, before looking at you. "i saw them and couldn't stop thinking about you."
"omi, i-"
"i like you. i really, really do and i just wanted to-"
"i like you, too."
he stops, mouth open. you repeat yourself and take a step towards him. you continue.
"but, i'm me and-"
"that's kind of the whole point," he grabs your hands and chuckles. "you have always cared for me, you understand me, and you don't treat me differently like others do. you get me, and i can't explain it, but i don't want anyone else."
you smile, the prettiest smile he's ever seen.
"are you asking me out?" you tease, poking the knot of his tie. he rolls his eyes.
"yes," he laughs dryly. "what do you say?"
you begin walking toward the door.
"i would love to, kiyoomi. nothing would make me happier, to be honest,"
sakusa can breathe again. he meets you at the door and takes you by the hand, finally lacing his fingers with yours.
"any other surprises?" you ask, pressing the elevator button to the lobby.
"i can't tell you."
"why not?"
he smiles, something rare and usually only seen by you.
what do you think about Sakusa Kiyoomi dating the hottest celebrity in Japan/Asia? like no one would've guess this would happen. and that they manage to keep their relationship private for over a year before the public discovered through plenty of candid pictures taken by some fans while they are having a couple trip- and the public goes feral.
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Omg it's Song JoongKi all over again
If everyone weren't so shocked that the wet rag of men's volleyball has been bagging the hottest thing out right now (you), they'd be outraged. You'd been dating for how long? Fans on both sides are offended. Yours, that their hours long of camping outside your summer home didn't hint them in on any this. His, that he's...well...dating.
Their image of Kiyoomi as their 'pure prince' is shattered- he never even seemed interested in romance! Judging by how far his tongue is down your throat while he stands inbetween your legs in the pool of the beach house you rented, his hands cradling your head on both sides to pull you down as you're sat on the lip, pictures obviously taken without consent from a ways away- uh, yeah, he's very interested. Fangirls are universally heartbroken and it only adds insult to injury when an old interview resurfaces.
It's the first and last time Kiyoomi had ever publicly spoken about romance. When asked about dating, instead of confirming or denying, he merely said, "I never believed in soulmates before, but if I love someone, I'm going to love them for the rest of my life." After two press statements from both sides, he had apparently said that after you two had started dating which leaves fans hopeless.
After you two are outed, Kiyoomi doesn't change by much. He still asks fans for his privacy and yours, continuing that same stringent behavior that allowed you guys to go so long without getting caught in the first place. He's not one to go out much anyways, but he does appreciate not having to sneak into your house disguised as a manager or forcibly avoiding your eyes at award shows. You two are a classy couple, only showing tasteful hints of PDA, but it's the way he looks at you that leaves everyone breathless.
Kiyoomi definitely believes in soulmates now and you're his, the stars in his eyes when he looks your way proves it. Even antifans can't help but melt when they see how Omi still blushes even after a year when you play with his hair or cup his cheek. His fans adore all the new expressions they can see thanks to you. Even the stubborn ones have to admit it- Omi has always looked grumpy, bored, or even downright uncomfortable, but with you around- he's happy, so happy. They thank you for sharing his smiles, his blushes, his laughter, things that wouldn't be possible without you.
Sure, some hate and without reason at that, but the love you two get as a couple and from each other drowns it out by far.
content: fem!reader, established relationship. word count: 0,5k.
note: do you know this scene from the boys? it was the inspiration.
“Will you pick me up at the airport tomorrow?” Kiyoomi asked, holding his phone between his ear and shoulder as he put on his sneakers.
“Of course I will, I can’t risk you being kidnapped by a cab.” Kiyoomi’s smile at your words was hidden by his face-mask, but even so, the gleam in his eyes gave him away to his teammates, who were pretty quiet since his phone rang two minutes ago.
And they weren’t just doing it so he wouldn’t have trouble hearing you amidst the mess in the locker room—he wished they were that respectful—they were doing it to hear him talk to you. How to blame them? It was the first time they heard Kiyoomi speak without his ‘I wish they’d all die’ voice. They even looked at each other and whispered things like, ‘Are we hearing this right?’ ‘He’s whipped.’ ‘I never thought I’d hear him say petnames.’
“I just wanted to make sure. I can’t wait to see you.” He said already holding the phone in his hand to stand up.
“Me neither. I miss you so much.”
“I miss you too.” Kiyoomi replied in a sweet tone and only looked askance at Atsumu when he snorted, causing him to immediately shut up and pitifully pretend to be looking for something in his sports bag. Honestly, the twin was only amused because he never imagined Sakusa talking like that.
He sighed when he heard the coach’s voice rushing them, and as much as he liked talking to you, he had to end the call. “Doll, I need to finish getting ready. I’ll call you after the game, okay?”
“Okay. Good luck, baby. I’ll be watching you on TV, try to look pretty for me.” Kiyoomi didn’t notice how his teammates looked at each other, puzzled to hear him laugh.
“I don’t need to try.”
“If you say so…” You said in a singsong tone that made him frown, but before he could ask what you meant—because of course that he always looks pretty—, you spoke again, “Well. Finish getting ready, I don’t want you to get scolded. I love you. Mwah.”
“Bye, doll. Love you too.” Even when it sounded like a good end of the call, he knew he was missing something, and he knew you knew it, which is why he didn’t hang up right away. Instead, he glanced sideways at his teammates to make sure they didn’t hear him, because he knew they’d laugh at what he was about to do, and he clearly didn’t want that— but your next words reminded him that he couldn’t escape this one.
“Kiyoomi, and my kiss?”
Shit. He would never deny you a kiss.
“Sorry, babe, I got distracted.” Kiyoomi closed his eyes, psyching himself up and wondering for a second why he didn’t answer the call outside, “I’m hanging up, okay? I love you. Mwah.”
Unfortunately, they heard him, and very well.
Atsumu’s laughter was immediate. But it wasn’t until Sakusa turned to look annoyingly at his teammates that everyone burst out laughing.
“Fuck you all.”
+ note: it's something short but i needed to get it out of my mind cuz since i saw that scene i only thought of writing something like that for kiyoomi (i'm obsessed with him). i hope you like it <3.
WARINGS: cheating, slightly suggestive, rushed and bad writing once again LOL
WORD COUNT: 1k 😜
you met him a little over a year ago.
sakusa kiyoomi, the summer fling you met at a bar one humid night came and changed your life completely. some might call it destiny, though your naivety saw it as a second chance at falling in love.
you were fresh out of a break up; some guy you dated for a few months who ended up being a two-timer. you can’t say you had much interest in the guy because in all honesty, you just needed some sort of validation from the numbness you felt inside. you caught him in your bed, but cried not a tear.
you can’t necessarily pinpoint when or where the numbness began—you just knew there was something wrong. whether it was because you were so used to being mistreated by men in your relationships, or the fact that you haven’t been able to find true love when you sought it badly was not something you’d think about heavily.
you thought you’d feel numb forever. accustomed to the maltreatment and even told yourself that it’s what happens in every relationship just to keep an ounce of hope you had in finding love. you thought you’d feel numb forever until you met sakusa kiyoomi.
now that you think about it, this time last year you were laying on his couch as he chopped vegetables for dinner. you offered to help, but he insisted that you “lay there and sit pretty for me”. so, you sat, admiring how his arm muscles bulged through his fitted short sleeved tee everytime he pressed down on the vegetable with the blade. he cut, stealing glances at you and smiling.
“omi, have you even cooked a vegetable a day in your life?” you snort. you watch the six foot man in hilarity all while he offers you a pout in return.
“of course i have!” kiyoomi grumbles when you hold onto your stomach because god you don’t think you’ve ever laughed this hard in your entire life.
every saturday, kiyoomi invited you over so he could cook you a new recipe for dinner. he swore it was because he always had so much food left over but you knew it was just an excuse to see you. he watches you laugh from a distance and tries to maintain the pout on his face, but folds when you start walking towards him.
“you hold the knife like this,” you whisper the words softly and kiyoomi swears he feels it inside his chest. he figures he’s screwed when your soft hands graze over his to adjust the placement of his fingers. “that way you won’t hurt yourself in the process. nobody likes finger remains in their mushrooms.”
and he removes his fingers from your grasp just for a second to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him and pecking the top of your head before mumbling, “mm, now that i think about it, i’d rather have you for dinner instead.”
here’s a truth; kiyoomi is your sun. here’s another truth—you are kiyoomi’s moon.
but the contracting problem between the sun and moon is that they never meet each other. they long for each other, crave the heat that each of them radiate, yet no matter how strong their connection is, the bottom line is they’ll never see eye to eye.
summer flings are only meant to last for the summer. you knew that but oh how you really wanted to make things with kiyoomi last. but fall comes, you’re at work, it’s volleyball season and the only time you see him is on the billboards or on artificial screens.
you try to reassure yourself that the text the both of you share once a day is enough. until it’s not.
that itself causes an argument between the two of you and it’s all rooted from lack of communication—kiyoomi thinks you’re being unsupportive of his career and you think he isn’t making time for you.
“well isn’t that what you signed yourself up for?” he snarls, eyes wide filled with rage. despite the long-standing dispute, neither of you had the pride to end it. “i’m an athlete, y/n. it’s my fucking job. i’m not gonna be here all the time.”
“why are you making this a bigger deal than it needs to be? all i asked for was more of your time, kiyoomi. not for you to be a fucking househusband, what is so wrong in asking my boyfriend to just have a civil conversation with me for five minutes?”
kiyoomi is your sun—a golden sponge that sops up all your energy. but no matter how many times you try to convince yourself you can change him, the sun never changes. just like how the sun will never see eye to eye with the moon.
“i need you to wake up, y/n! it isn’t summer anymore. i’m busy. i’m an adult, hell—we’re adults.“ kiyoomi, your sun, rubs his temples in irritation. he doesn’t bother to notice the tears welling in your eyes. “i’ve tried. you knew i didn’t do relationships because of how stressful they are, but you chose to accept that. you told me, in your own words that you’d be okay with the heartbreak as long as we’d be together–”
“yes, i did, kiyoomi but—“
“i can't do this.” he sighs. “i knew this wouldn’t last past summer.”
kiyoomi is the sun. you are his moon. but the problem between the sun and moon is that the sun has never needed to depend on the moon. as long as the sun existed, the moon would rely on it to reflect its light. all the moon ever did was block the sun’s potential to shine.
you met kiyoomi a year ago. you thought he might’ve been an angel sent on earth to give you one ounce of hope.
but who would’ve imagined that when you see him for the first time in a year at the supermarket, he'd look the other way?
kissdrunk!sakusa, who swore to himself that he’d never kiss anyone, revolted by the idea of having to share his mouth with another person.
kissdrunk!sakusa who met you eventually, and though still uneasy about the idea at first, he’d often catch himself staring at the plump of your lips every so often.
kissdrunk!sakusa who caved one night, clumsily leaning in to take your mouth only to have you stiffle a laugh in his once you realize that he’s horrible at it.
kissdrunk!sakusa who let you slip the pad of your thumb between his lips, flusteredly obeying as you taught him how to do the very thing he used to hate thinking about.
kissdrunk!sakusa who ever since then, could never get enough.
kissdrunk!sakusa who would kiss you awake in the mornings, silently rejoicing when he took the risk of slipping his tongue pass your lips and you latched onto it, moaning softly.
kissdrunk!sakusa who would kiss you anytime, anywhere, however he likes it. slipping his tongue past your lips outside the gym after practice when you come to pick him up, the hand at the back of your head pulling you closer, his teammates gaping in horror.
kissdrunk!sakusa who would kiss you deep and slow as you take the elevator up to your apartment, because he was far too impatient.
kissdrunk!sakusa who would fuck your mouth until he was satisfied, holding your pretty head in place with two hands as his hips jerk and he shoots his load down your throat, groaning blissfully. he’d yank you upwards then, pulling your lips to his demandingly, tasting the saltiness of his seed on your tongue, rewarding you once he knows for sure that you swallowed all of it.
kissdrunk!sakusa who would kiss his way down your body, tongue flicking against the swolleness of your clit, then pressing a soft kiss in warning.
kissdrunk!sakusa who throws your legs over his shoulders, hooks his arms under each of your thighs, then lifts your ass off the bed as he brings you flat against his face.
kissdrunk!sakusa who doesn’t just eat you out with his mouth, but his whole face. a dry, shocking scream would rip from your throat as your toes curl, feeling the bump of his nose as it rubs brutally against your clit, the pump and oddly talented thrust of his tongue inside of you, and the constant graze of teeth as he searches for anything he can latch onto.
kissdrunk!sakusa who will suck lewdly on your clit, not caring in the slightest of the excess of suction noises that make their way around the room.
kissdrunk!sakusa who will continue to pump his long, slender fingers in and out of your cunt, already having three in and swearing that you could fit one more.
kissdrunk!sakusa who will swallow up all of your juices, lapping them up thoroughly as he cleans you with his tongue.
kissdrunk!sakusa who will crawl back up your body and capture you in a bruising kiss, making sure to travel the lengths of your mouth with his tongue.
kissdrunk!sakusa who will finally pull away, and in a breathless but soft voice whisper: “you taste so good baby, please, let’s go one more time,” pleading for another taste of your pussy, completely high and fucked off the adrenaline.
everyone says that my omiomi is a clean pussy eater—if one at all, and i disagree. that boy is pussy starved and eats that shit out like he aint ever gonna see it again.
Note: happy new year! I love how I posted like 5 things then dipped but I wanted to write some more on the days leading up to my birthday 😭 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.
“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.
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