SPRING FEVER || DAY 1 || Rubs You Right ❀ dry humping || sakusa kiyoomi
❀ cw/tags: yearning, titty sucking, dry humping, cumming in pants, allusions to another round, snarky omi, friends to lovers(?), dom-ish reader, afab reader, alluded big dick kiyoomi, just lil edited
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Lounging on the couch with your head propped on a pillow, you watch the cheesy rom-com you chose for movie night. You look over at Kiyoomi, siting up with his legs stretched onto the coffee table, as he wears a disgusted expression while staring at the actors on screen.
"That's so unreasonable." The man scoffs and gestures to the T.V. "Why wouldn't they just say they like each other. It's not hard."
You blink at him. "Omi, I didn't realize you were so into this. You don't like this trope?"
"I'm fine with it— if the situation is believable."
"Touché."
He pauses the movie and stretches his arms above his head and throws his head back with a groan. A sliver of is happy trail peaks out from his t-shirt riding up. You eyes follow the thatch of hair down to where it disappears into the waistband of the gray sweatpants. You're breath catches at the sight of his skin and heat rises to your face. Panicking that he's going to catch you staring at his bulge outline, you jump up and stand— stock still.
Kiyoomi finishes his stretch and rubs the back of his neck. He gives you a strange look. "You good?"
"Yeah!" You choke out and internally cringe. "I'm just, um, getting more snacks. Move your legs, dork."
The man moves his legs and murmurs something akin to "sure, moron" and scrolls through his phone. His curls flop onto his forehead as he curves his spine like a shrimp.
In the kitchen, you gather both of your favorite candy and put the popcorn going in the microwave. You lean on the kitchen island counter, raking your eyes over your friend.
Kiyoomi has been a great friend— your best friend— from the moment you met in college. He was a mystery until you realized he was a mostly private man and cracked into his world with your shared love of volleyball. Since then, you've been to every game you can to cheer for him and his team. It's just your luck that you've been attracted to the outside hitter the whole time. His dry humor never fails to make you laugh and thinking of his body makes your cunt throb. Risking everything while it's not a sure thing is not worth it, in your opinion. So, you can play it cool and he can keep being a fantasy kept between you and your vibrator.
"Earth to space cadet." Kiyoomi calls out. "Popcorn's done."
Shit, you didn't hear the microwave go off.
You push off the counter. "Yeah. Knew that."
Fixing your face and the popcorn into a bowl, you go back to your spot on the couch. Or at least you would, if Kiyoomi wasn't blocking the path with his legs.
You bump his calf with your shin. "Move, you lanky fuck."
"Just for that— no." The man puts his phone on the side table and crosses his arms over his chest. "Apologize to me."
"What? Let me sit so we can keep watching the movie."
"Nope."
With a heavy eye roll, you start to step over both of his extended legs. At the same time, Kiyoomi decides to lift his legs to make room for you. You both seem to tangle your legs together and you lose your footing. Faced with the options of coffee table to the face or land on the man who caused all of this, you choose the man.
Popcorn goes flying. Kiyoomi valiantly wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his lap.
"Fuck! I'm so—"
"What the hell, Omi?"
You wiggle in his grasp until you have both thighs splayed on his with either side of his hips with him taking the your weight. In his lap, your breasts are at his eye level; his browns eyes locked onto them, as if transfixed. The man's fingers dig into the meat of your thighs. With the heat of your skin warming through his sweatpants, he makes a choking noise that gets stuck in his throat.
Kiyoomi's face blooms a pretty shade of red as he looks from your tits to your eyes. "Don't move. Let me just—," He tries to move you over, but you're in your own world. The movement as you rock your hips to get a knee into the couch is only working him up. "Wait!"
You pause, hovering not even an inch from over his crotch, and look at his blushing face. Then you feel it, his prominent bulge rubs against the seat of your shorts. The outline from his sweatpants didn't lie about how big he is. Kiyoomi has a cock worth salivating for and you haven't even seen it. Thick and weighty between your thighs, his cock throbs as you stare into his eyes.
The man stutters, "I'm so fucking sorry. I didn't mean to— ah— trip you." His cock presses against your clothes core as he's wracked with a full body shudder. Eyes wide and lips parted, Kiyoomi searches your face for any clue as to what to do now.
Taking one of your hands, you thread it into his curls, plant the other on the back of the couch, and lower yourself onto his cock. He keeps your intense gaze and thrusts up to meet you half way. Your pussy pulses with new simulation and you soak your cotton panties. His breathing picks up to an audible pant.
"Touch me, Kiyoomi." You all but command.
It takes him no time at all to take control. The athlete uses his grip on your bare thighs to keep you seated on his clothed cock. Kiyoomi sets a feral pace perfectly grinding up into your covered cunt. Within the same moment, he dives into your tits and latches on to your left nipple— sucking through your t-shirt. With the sudden wash of molten heat through your blood, your head lulls to the side. Mind fuzzy around the edges, you're unsure if the slick feeling is all your fault or his pre-cum seeping through the layers of fabric.
Kiyoomi tears is right hand off your your thigh and palms your poor neglected breast. He pinches and gropes, feeling both breasts bounce as you sputter obscenities into the air. The rough pace of your grinding has your head spinning, as you gasp against him.
The room fills with curses, erotic gasps, and grows hotter as you and your best friend chase your releases.
The man hisses against your breasts, teething at you through your shirt. "Fuck. Should have done this— ugh— dont this years ago." His cockhead hits your clit in combinations to the seam of your shorts rubbing on your folds. "Cum on this cock, love. Now."
With a fervor unknown before now, you press your pussy harder against his bulge. Your soft mewls ratchet up until you crest over your peak all over your panties. Your cum seeps through the fabric and makes a mess of his sweatpants. Kiyoomi isn't far behind. He heaves, and, rubs and grinds, until he shudders and cums in his pants.
After you both catch your breath, he sets his chin in the valley of your breasts— looking up with big, doe eyes. "I can go again in a few."
"We are so doing this again." You huff.
Needless to say, neither of you finished that movie.