congrats on 200! ✨😍 though im sure you’ve already gotta plan another milestone event hehe! I was wondering if you’d do... sakusa or atsumu... with fingernails... at 2am? 💖💖💖 omg it sounds so creepy but am curious 😈 congrats again bby! 💖✨
thank u weese & @monsterkatts i hope you don’t mind i’ve combined both your requests into one !! you are both such lovely moots and i adore seeing your works on my dash 💕💞💗 enjoy !!!
—sakusa + hands/fingernails
++ warnings: smut (18+), fingering, scratch marks // wc: 416
“f-fuck, omi,” you pant breathlessly as long, calloused fingers plunge into your drooling pussy, “faster—faster, please.”
the tall athlete’s broad body leans over you, toned chest hovering just above yours, one arm supporting his weight while the other flexes as it continues pumping in and out of you. his curls fall towards your face, dark eyes gazing down on you with piercing focus as he increases his pace.
high-pitched whimpers fall from your lips, your hands flying up to grasp at sakusa’s shoulder blades. your fingernails dig into his skin, clinging onto him for dear life as he fucks you dumb with his fingers. he buries his face in your neck, breathing in your scent and grazing his lips against your skin as he slams his digits into you faster and faster, hitting your sensitive spot each time with impressive speed & precision.
“omi,” your cry is practically a plea, “m’gonna—“
the words don’t even make it out of your mouth before they’re swallowed up by the sound of your orgasm, broken moans stuttering from you throat as bliss tears through your body like a tsunami. sakusa’s fingers maintain their persistent pace, coating themselves with your slick while your hands claw at him desperately, nails raking down his back as you writhe under his touch. you hear him wince against your neck.
as his fingers finally slow to a halt, your body still feels warm with the buzz of your intense high, mind hazy as you gradually come back to earth. you’re still catching your breath when he slides out of you, sitting up and turning to glance back at himself in the mirror. his face contorts into a grimace when he sees the deep red marks emblazoned across the skin of his back, already dreading the harassment he’ll have to endure next time he changes next to his teammates.
“did i hurt you, omi?” your small voice mumbles as you catch his expression, “m’sorry.”
his glassy obsidian eyes can’t help but soften at your flushed face, apologetic and still bleary from before.
“’s’okay, love,” kiyoomi smiles ever-so-slightly as he turns back to you, positioning himself between your legs with his hardened cock hovering just above your messy, aching cunt. he keenly observes the hunger in your eyes as you gaze at his length, his hand slowly stroking up and down the thick shaft while droplets of pre leak from the rosy tip. “you’ll just have to make it up to me."
