sakusa (佐久早) - ‘forever early,’ kiyoomi (聖臣) - 'holy minister'
very loosely inspired by false god by taylor swift as well as the translations of the characters of sakusa’s name seen above (which are taken from the haikyuu wiki.)
also, no, this does not mean i’m taking requests for sakusa now. still not super sure i know him well enough yet.
there are some very minor religious references in this smutty work. if that makes you uncomfortable, i’d recommend not reading.
nsfw warning featuring: cunnilingus, body worship, dominant sakusa, submissive reader, porn without plot
fem reader
You could kiss this man forever, you were so sure of it. It was rushed and rough but if he pulled away, you felt like you would die, you’d stop breathing, so you grabbed his face and held him there with his lips against yours and you knew he’d get frustrated - angry, even - but you didn’t care.
But he pulled your hands away easily - your grip on his hair wasn’t strong enough, apparently. And he ended the kiss as if he didn’t even care how badly you needed it.
“Yeah, because you choose the worst times to be clingy.”
Kiyoomi doesn’t like pouting. He especially doesn’t like begging. But you didn’t care.
“I can’t help when I want you.” Your bottom lip stuck out, and Kiyoomi gave you the slightest scowl. Your hands trailed the length of his firm chest, but your touch seemed to have no affect on him. “Are you sure you can’t stay?”
Sakusa took your face between his hands, “If I could stay,” he started, ignoring any look of need he could see in your eyes, “I would stay.”
Kiyoomi closed his eyes and sighed. His hands still hadn’t left your face. It was annoying when you were like this, he couldn’t stand when you got so clingy - because he just couldn’t tell you no. He never could.
“Please, Kiyoomi,” your nose followed the cutting edge of his jaw; the sharp scent of his aftershave burned in the best way; you were getting more and more needy and he could tell.
His large hands slid down to rest on the sides of your neck - he’d made his decision. It wasn’t a tough choice to make. He was close so the gruff sound of his voice didn’t have to travel far to your ear as he said, “I need you, too.”
Those simple words alone gave you a wave of pleasure that you couldn’t have seen coming.
As much as he hated being away from you, your obedience made him lose his breath - it was the little things.
Kiyoomi ran a hand through his hair as he looked down at his watch - if he made this quick, the city’s traffic would be a viable excuse for how late he’d be. If you let him make it quick.
He was sure he’d have to think of another excuse - that is, if he didn’t want to walk into his friend’s house announcing, “Hey guys, sorry for being late - I was busy fucking my girlfriend, so, as you can guess, I was a little held up.”
Sometimes lying is more polite than being honest - Sakusa had learned that early in life. But, honestly, he’d be surprised if he even made it to the volleyball game watch party he’d been invited to.
You were almost glad he was in such a time crunch, because it meant he wouldn’t make you wait. A lot of the time when he gives you those demanding words, ‘go lie on the bed,’ he’ll take any length of time to follow you. But today, he was basically right behind you.
You knew better than to take your clothes off yourself. Even in a hurry, Kiyoomi wanted to be the one to strip you. And one wrong move today would make him turn and go and leave you needy.
But you were ready to be out of your clothes. You were ready for him.
“Come here,” you said from the bed, reaching out toward him, dying for him to take your hand and lead you to where you needed to go.
He’d comply, simply because he didn’t have time to deny you.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” he tutted, a joke that you knew he meant. You grinned.
The man towered over you and he was far too powerful for this to be fair; you were already squirming and the only thing that had touched you was his strong gaze.
He popped the button of your pants open with a quick flick of his fingers.
“And that better be the last time I hear that nickname.”
“I only said it out of habit.”
He didn’t listen to any reply you had, instead he pulled at your jeans, attempting to be quick and swift but only making you squeal as your entire body was pulled down the bed - Kiyoomi had to hold back his laugh. “Raise your hips,” he told you, like it was obvious, maybe because it was, and you would’ve been embarrassed by being laughed at if you weren’t so enamored by Kiyoomi’s pretty grin.
You raised your hips and he tugged again, successfully this time, and as he pulled your pants down the length of your legs, he followed them. Before you knew it, your pants were on the floor and so were Sakusa’s knees.
“Oh, you mean business today, don’t you?”
“I always mean business.” He helped pull you down the bed until your hips were almost dangling off the edge - your scooting just wasn’t quick enough for him. “I don’t have the time for your games right now, Y/N.”
“I’m not playing any games -”
“Stop talking.” He was eyeing your underwear - for a second he wanted to literally rip them off. Those pesky sex hormones of his were ever present, but so was his logic. So instead of ripping your perfectly good underwear, “lift up,” he pulled them down, like the sensible man he was. One day, though, he’d give in to the urge and let himself tear them to pieces.
Hopefully on that day he’ll have more than nine minutes to get this done.
He ducked his head and his lips fell to rest on your knee - maybe it was a weird place to kiss, but it’s where he always started. And his lips would kiss the same trail he’d created time and time again; this time there was a messy line of hickeys - ten of them, he’d counted - that followed the curve of your inner thigh to guide him where he was meant to go. They weren’t his best work, they were left in a daze just last night, but there was no time to clean them up. He’d love to leave more marks, but right now that wasn’t what he was meant to be doing, so he spread your legs apart and let his tongue do all the work.
The feeling of Sakusa’s mouth absolutely devouring you, while familiar and at this point routine, was one you could never get used to. It was magic - this man’s tongue was pure magic. He was precise and determined and oh so shameless; he knew just what he was doing and he always had the upper hand.
He hated rushing things, so even though he didn’t have the time for it, he took things slow. It was a pace you had learned to appreciate - Kiyoomi always did his best work when he took his time, after all. He put your clit between his lips and tugged - “fuck, Kiyoomi!” - and his tongue lapped at your walls like he was dying to get a taste of you, which was true - “Oh my god!” - and his hands held your hips like they were locked onto them. His hold was tight and controlling; he was pushing and pulling your entire body at his will just with his grip on your hips, and he wouldn’t let go for anything.
Sakusa didn’t care if he was meant to be anywhere else in the world - nothing was more important to him than having his mouth attached to you. You were sweet and dripping and so soft; he was addicted to giving this to you.
He looked up and watched you. You were still wearing a shirt - his mistake - and he wanted it gone. He couldn’t enjoy this unless he could see all of you.
He pulled his mouth free and ignored your annoying whines. “Take your shirt off,” he instructed, and his tongue trailed along your sex lazily as he watched you strip the shirt away, with only a bit of struggle. Your bra was quick to follow and even though he hadn’t given you that instruction, he was glad he didn’t need to.
Your hair was his favorite kind of mess because of how much you’d been running your hands through it, and your body was squirming in every direction it could move in - he assumed you were trying to loosen his grip on your hips. It wouldn’t work.
“Fuck, Kiyoomi, right there, please -”
He rolled his eyes. I know, that’s what he wanted to say, if his mouth wasn’t busy. Do you really think you need to tell him where your clit is?
“ - don’t stop, Kiyoomi, right there, right there!”
His eyes flicked to his watch - he now had five minutes until he was meant to meet his friends. He didn’t care about those plans anymore, though.
“Be quiet,” he told you. The way you whined in response made Sakusa feel like he was going to go crazy. “Those moans are for me. Not the entire neighborhood. Be quiet.”
“I’m just offering you some encouragement, Omi.”
“I don’t need it,” he deadpanned. “You think I don’t know what I’m doing?”
You shook your head, not really knowing how to reply - you only wanted him to get back to it. You had learned your lesson, you’d be quiet, your moans would be loud enough for only him to hear. You were done trying to take any control of this situation.
And Sakusa was done talking his time.
He sang prayers into your sex while he held onto your hips like they were his altar. Like you were the god he was on his knees praying to. Like he’d found heaven between your legs and it was dripping right out of you. He pulled you closer, you didn’t even realize you could be closer to him, and you knew if he wasn’t there holding you up you’d fall right off the bed. You thought you might fall anyway.
He especially doesn’t like begging, but sometimes, the situation called for it. And in that moment, Kiyoomi was begging you. Silently, wordlessly, beautifully begging you to give him his salvation and let go for him. He wanted it bad. He was moaning, whimpering as he kept lapping into your cunt, shamelessly letting you soak his chin and make a mess out of him.
His knees were aching, his jaw was cramping, his cock was throbbing, yet all he could think about was how badly he needed you to cum for him. And he didn’t care how long it took. He’d get you there.
He was thrilled that it only took another few moments, though. He watched your face as you came and he took a breath of relief as he kept you cumming; finally.
Nothing felt better than bringing you to your peak. Sakusa could bring you places you never even knew existed - both of you knew that. He was arrogant. You were thankful.
He pushed you up so you were no longer hanging off the bed, his mouth followed and his knees finally got a break, and he was waiting for that familiar whimper to tell him to pull away. He made sure to leave a few kisses as a bit of a farewell because he just couldn’t resist.
His hands felt stuck in their position gripping your hips but he forced them off; with your previously discarded shirt he wiped away the wetness you’d created on his chin and then he moved up to tend to you.
He brushed your messy hair out of your face and placed exact kisses along your cheekbone - eight times - as he settled on top of you. “How was that?” he asked, cradling your face. You were still catching your breath as you wrapped your arms around him and tucked your face into his neck.
“I love you,” you mumbled, and he grinned.
“Are you satisfied?” He pulled you out of hiding, looking you in the eye. “Hm? Was that what you needed?”
He needed to hear you say it, even though he already knew he had given you more than what you desired.
“Yeah,” you replied, whispers of an elated giggle trailing the word. “Yeah.”
He kissed you. “I love you, too.” He kissed you again. “Even though you made me late.” One more. “Inexcusably late, actually.” Twice more. “But I don’t mind.” Three more times, just to make sure. “It was well worth it.”
Sakusa bit his lip. “I’m debating.”
“I’d love for you to stay,” you hummed, resting your hand on his cheek, and he fell into the touch.
“Yeah?” You nodded. Kiyoomi took a second to think about it.
Nobody would question why he hadn’t shown up. He was sure they didn’t expect him to, anyway. Not that he was flaky - just that Kiyoomi didn’t care much for that type of interaction. His friends knew that. And they were understanding.
Besides, it was too late now. Even if he wanted to go, he refused to show up late and with a raging boner. There was only one thing Kiyoomi wanted to do tonight, and it was you.
“Go get in the shower,” he told you. And as you rolled out of bed and listened to his command, he looked down at his watch. He got you to finish a minute early.
