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Heard you like omo, sooooo: Sakusa making you drink tons of water and then he presses hard on your stomach while you're riding him so obviously you piss yourself and pretty much soak him, so he degrades you for making a mess (as if he didn't almost cum when he felt your piss gush all over him) uhhhhhhhh i don't send asks very often, hope this wasn't too gross and that it was legible. i love your writing by the way, you inspire me!

Anon you’ve made my day!! I’m so glad you like my work! Normally I wouldn’t of written sakusa because only has like barely 2mins of screen time total.(I just don’t know his full personality yet haha, I love him tho he’s very handsome)But I love this request so I’m doing it anyway :) I really hope you like it!

Your legs ached as you bounce yourself on Sakusa thick cock, his hands grip your hips tightly, thumb pressing into you belly, rubbing circles, all day he’d forced you to drink bottle after bottle of water, only to have him sit you on his dick when you said you couldn’t hold it anymore, and now he was torturing you, pressing hard on your belly and he thrusts upwards sending you squealing “n-no! O-mi! PleAse! I-I-I’m gonna, oh god! I’m gonna-,” he presses harder and the dam breaks, you sob as you gush all over his lap, arms raised to cover your embarrassed face, “fucking disgusting,” he scowls, his hold on your hips tightening, surely leaving bruises behind, forcing you to ride him, “you nasty slut, can’t even control yourself!” You sob harder at his harsh words “I’m s-so sooorry O-Omi,”, he growls deeply, thrusting deeply before filling you to the brim with hot cum. You shudder as he pulls out, trembling from the after glow, Sakusa doesn’t waste time however, “ let’s go shower, quickly,” he picks you up, grimacing at the mess, “we’ll keep working on your control another day” he promises darkly

sakusa x reader - “filthy”

genre: smut

warnings: 18+ ; choking ; daddy kink ; mirror sex ; edging

word count: 446

18+ content under the cut.

imagine the intense trembles the run across your body as you struggle to keep yourself up on your fours because kiyoomi's attention feels so painfully good. his calloused finger gently traces the smooth curve of your back before finally finding solace on your dripping cunt that he pointedly ignored out of spite. he was an estranged paradox— his gentle touches contrasting his dark glare that promised to tear you down piece by piece until you're nothing but a babbling mess who only knows his cock.

"so filthy," he whispers near your ear with a tone that sent your poor cunt running with your slick. he runs his free hand along your hair with slow, languid strokes before he tightens into a painful grip and forces your head to stare at the sinful sight displayed by your bedroom mirror.

"look at yourself. such a dirty whore but you're my pretty, little whore, aren't you?"

you nodded eagerly. anything— you'd do anything to end this torture and have his hard, twitching cock ramming inside you. you know you looked pathetic— eyes red from the endless stream of tears that came with your whines but you couldn't help it. not when you could see kiyoomi's pretty cock so close where you wanted it to be.

"yoomi... please," you begged as you raised a trembling hand to meet kiyoomi's that rested threateningly around your neck.

"hm? what was that, love?"

kiyoomi couldn't help but coo condescendingly at your poor, pathetic self as he slowly tightened his hold on your neck. he could feel you gushing more and more at the feeling of your oxygen supply being cut.

"mm... want to cum, please.. daddy... please fuck me! i'd do anything for you," kiyoomi laughs at your slurred words as he swipes away your tears with his rough thumb.

"FUCK!" your silent scream was your only reply when he finally sheaths himself deep inside of you out of the blue. your wet heat makes it so easy for him to reach into places no one else could dream of reaching. you felt so pathetic as you felt the familiar coils tightening in your core. he's not even fucking you and you're already cumming? but you didn't care. no. your rolled back eyes and arched back was testament to that. what matters is that you're finally going to taste the sweet honey of your orgasm that kiyoomi was denying you for what felt like an eternity.

but then he pulls out and you could only whimper as kiyoomi leaves you alone in your bedroom with one final clash of sinister eyes and fucked out ones.

"filthy brats like you don't deserve to cum."

Sorry if it's basic but I would absolutely love breeding please🙇🙇

A/N: Listen i’m a slut for breeding!! I will literally never miss an opportunity to write about it 😭😭

If he could he’d spend the rest of his life buried between your legs sinking his cock into you. Is that too much to ask? Having you cry out his name while he fucks you full of his cum. He can't imagine anything more perfect than you with a round belly carrying his children.

“Do you want me to fuck a baby into you?” his lustful tone has you clenching around him. “Is that why you're holding me so tight begging me to keep going?” 

His lips were pressed against your ear whispering the filthy words to you as his cock slammed into you at a relentless pace. 

“Please, I want it so bad. I wanna feel your cum inside of me” you whimpered. 

Your words had him feeling feral. All he could think about was watching his cum drip from your perfect hole. He wouldn't waste a single drop of it. He needed to watch you shaking with pleasure while he stuffed you full. You’d be such a pretty mommy. You’d look so perfect waddling around with his children. 

“Im gonna fuck my cum inside, make you all mine” his words were dragging as he spoke. 

He was losing his mind gripping onto you tightly dragging his cock in and out of your abused hole. 

“Is this what you wanted?” he growled growing more and more feral just to see you falling apart taking all of his cum 

“You want me breed you full right”

Your only reply was a rushed nod of your head while you moaned sloppy pleads begging him to give you what you so desperately desired.

“Want me to fuck you so deep my cum goes straight to your womb?” 

His questions left you feeling dizzy. You needed him so bad, every last drop that he could possibly give. His heart was hammering in his chest watching your eyes roll back while you begged for his cum. Did you really need him this much? He felt an explosion of joy bubble in him. His hands pinned your legs to your chest giving him full access to your slick core. The sloppy sounds of his cock filling you up was like fuel for him to fuck you harder. 

“This pussy was made just for me, sucking me in so deep” he groaned 

This was the perfect position to fuck you. All you could do was lay there and take everything he had to give you. You wouldn’t even need to beg for his cum, in this position he’d give it to you no matter what.

His thrust grew sloppier as he continued fucking you, slowly reaching his release. 

“I’m so close baby, don’t worry you’ll be a mommy soon enough”

He sat up still pumping you full and watched as his cocked glided in and out of you with ease. 

“Look at that, you can’t even help yourself, milking me dry without even trying” his voice was trembling. You could tell he was on edge. You needed him just as bad. 

“Cum in me please, fill me up and make me a mommy” you begged.

His wide eyes looked at you with such love and devotion. 

“Anything for you baby”

His orgasm seemed to take full control of his body. He couldn’t stop himself from fucking you at a pace so rough and fast you could barely speak. 

“Take it baby, take my cum” He was completely gone, a mad man determined to stuff you full

“Don’t waste a drop, take what’s yours baby, take every ounce of me”

Kita, Bokuto, Ushijima, Sakusa, Toji, Nanami, Gojo, Sabo, Sanj, Erwin, Eren, Reiner

pairing; mafia!sakusa x mafia!reader

warnings; blood and gore, nsfw, guns + violence, self-harm, drugs, slight mentions of dark content

““aren’t you afraid of my darkness, my dear?’ hades asked with mischief in his eyes.

“no,’ persephone replied, ‘you haven’t seen mine yet””

[ the south side ] —> masterlist

- the south side—compared to the north side is a newer mafia, created around the 1900s during the middle of the meiji era. the south side consists of the whole land until the border in tokyo where they clash with the north. despite the fact that they’re newer than the sugawara family it doesn’t mean their name isn’t a feared one as well. with the north side, they are amongst the top three in the country. this group is led by the sakusa family—kiyoomi sakusa. each executive members are handpicked by kiyoomi himself when he became the head.

sakusa kiyoomi - the boss

akaashi keiji - the consigliere (the right hand man)

kita shinsuke - the underboss (second-in-command)

suna rintarou - caprogimes I (captain of a crew/divison)

miya atsumu - caprogimes II (captain of a crew/division)

miya osamu - caprogimes III (captain of a crew/division)

zey’s notes

im gonna leave this be now and start writing the first chapter this week :P hopefully i can post it by the end of the week idk

but pls this group is just so-😫

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i love love LOVEEE this premise

┌─ “ ! „ MAGNESIUM

tw. noncon, blood, branding/marking, some pretty egregious dirty talk and degradation, threats, mirror sex, horror elements, knife play, manipulation, murder, little bit of gore, there be a dead body in here somewhere wordcount. 6.3k

a/n. ♡ commissioned by a lovely lovely person whomst im so grateful for ♡ i reallyyy liked writing sakusa a lot so i hope you like it and it is what you hAd IN MINDDD!! this was such a fun commission thank yoUU a ton seriously! mwUah ♡♡♡ i hopeee you enjoy!!! kiSsES once again a million million kisses to everyone who helped read through it when i was struggling you're the bestest ilY

sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader

It’s almost impossible to believe that everything led up to - this. You’re slumped against the car door in the back, and though you’re not knocked out, you sort of wish you were. Instead you have to feel the hard glare Kiyoomi sends you through the rear view mirror each time his eyes flick up as he reverses out of the street. There’s tension so thick that you can’t just cut it, but it’s troubling the air between you two like polluted water. Silence drags on until you wrap your arms around yourself in an attempt to warm up.

“Where are we going?” You whisper. 

The man in front smoothly turns the corner, as an almost impalpable furrow moves his brow. It takes him too long to answer for your liking, as you shuffle in the leather seat, unable to get comfortable. “I don’t like fighting with you, but you always push me.” The dry tone and answer says everything his eyes can’t. “Tonight pissed me off, you know? I’m not ever gonna let you go.”

“All this because Atsumu complimented me?” You try, and when that doesn’t get a reaction - not even a blink, your hands clamp together. “He’s like that to everyone. He was calling Hinata ‘real handsome’ all evening.” Nothing. The Kiyoomi you fell in love with was a bit sarcastic and clumsy in his words, but he wasn’t ever cruel. Wasn’t ever purposefully standoffish. What seems left of him is only the brittle, icy void. You would’ve been better off breaking up days ago.

He also would’ve given the blond the benefit of the doubt.

You can basically feel the smile shine off of your face closing the billowing curtains against the golden light, looking back at the dark-haired beauty splayed out over your bed. You clear your voice. “So what’s the deal with your teammate- that Miya guy?” Kiyoomi’s brow raises a few millimeters. “He’s serious? He’s really like that all the time?”

“The whole flirtatious act?” Your boyfriend yawns into the question, before rolling over so that his muscular shoulders, pecks, and that pretty waist are even more distracting. It’s infuriating how good he looks. But you nod, and place yourself down on the edge - where he trails a lazy hand over the back of your hand. “Oh, yeah. He has this overflowing… charisma that you can’t help but get used to, and learn to appreciate.” He chuckles when you frown. “He drives me up the wall. But he’s a good guy.”

“Hmm?” Your pout is instantly enough to have him reaching around to pull you down onto him. “You’re not worried?”

You try to blink away tears, and stare out the window instead, at every light that flashes past. More to yourself than to him, you hiccup as you brush away the wobbly lines of heat down your cheeks. “You’ve been acting so— different.” He barely glances before turning too comfortably at the next lights, speeding up enough to make your chest feel tight. “I don’t know what’s happened, but I want you to go back to how you were.” That’s the only way you can put it. It’s like there’s nothing left.

Kiyoomi’s mouth corners drop at your confession, but he doesn’t speak. You’re not sure you want him to anyway. His free hand runs through his brushed back hair, long fingers sitting still against the steering wheel when they land. And they don’t move again as you sit in the quiet cold.

“Worried?” He repeats, calm expression changing into a grin. “Please, Miya fucking wishes.” You laugh when his lips start dragging down your pulse and he softly moans against you. “You’ve got way better taste than that. In neighbors - and,” his kisses get a little more hot and needy when his large hands glide down your body to grab your ass and pull you closer, “in boyfriends- and in perfume— you smell sexy, ‘s that new?”

You giggle harder, can’t help but get flustered when he gets so touchy. “I’ll get an inflated ego if you compliment me so much.” He shrugs, and positions you better onto his broad chest. But still. “How don’t you get jealous? I’m pretty sure I would if the roles were reversed.” His dark hair is splayed out over the pillow when he drops his head back, and those pretty eyes flick over your face for a second, thinking.

“I do,” he eventually breathes, “but not because of you, and definitely not with Miya Atsumu.” When you start giggling again, he frowns. “I mean, truly- genuinely-” You snort, and he stares at you with an affronted look. “If you wanna run into the egotistical, bombastic, borderline- pathetic sunset with that guy, I might have to take a long, hard look at myself. Wonder what horrible traits you’re dating me for.” His eyes fall back to you when you take a deep breath, and he goes a little bit softer as you nuzzle up under his chin. “You wanna leave me for a shitty dye job?”

“I don’t think so,” you whisper back. He looks much too at ease in the comfort of your now shared apartment.

The silence that once felt so comfortable, now squeezes the life out of you with all it’s got. Only after a few minutes, Kiyoomi’s voice reaches out, and the shiver down your neck seems to screw the icy collar down tighter.

“Y’know, I hate how that Miya looks at you. Makes me want to carve his fucking eyes out.”

+

About a week into living in Tokyo, you decide it’s not all that bad. Hauling along the giant box of fresh veggies and two more bags of groceries, you can barely look over enough to watch the elevator open, and hasten your steps. “Hold the door, please! There’s no way I’m doing the stairs today,” you sigh, and watch as the doors ping. You slide in just in time, and a deep chuckle follows when your arms start slowly folding with the weight.

“That’s … some collection you’ve got there,” the deep voice continues, “did I miss the call on doomsday?”

You manage to turn yourself enough to see the pair of warm, obsidian eyes staring down at you - soft curly hair freshly wet from a shower. The eggplants and pumpkins in your box start rolling toward the edge, so you shift the box onto your side with a struggling smile. “No, I- I like to buy in big batches and pre-chop everything to freeze. I don’t really love cooking so… that way I save- some time while still…” You fall quiet when he keeps your gaze without any reaction, and clear your voice. Most of his face is kept behind a black surgical mask, hiding what you imagine to be the rest of a handsome face.

But no one likes being stuck in unwanted small talk, do they. He nods though, right as you arrive on your floor and the doors slide open. “That’s smart. I’ll have to try that sometime.” The box starts slipping further. The noiret’s eyes go from your face to your white-knuckled grip, and then back. “Would you like some help with that?”

“Please,” you can’t say quickly enough, afraid that one wrong move will send the entire box rolling across the floor. It’s not like you to admit defeat so easily, but currently your pride could cost you a hundred on fresh produce, and— he doesn’t seem like the type to ask if he’d mind. Your neighbor doesn’t say anything, but his eyes crinkle a little with a smile. Aside from some very brief passings in the hallway, you haven’t had the chance to meet any of your building’s occupants yet. He doesn’t bat an eye when lifting the very heavy box out of your arms, and you fluster. “Sorry for the hassle.”

“No, it’s alright. I have the afternoon off - ‘s nothing. You’re the new 3B tennant, right?” He frees one hand just to slide his mask down when you nod your face towards your door. He’s probably the prettiest guy you’ve seen to date, strong jawline, full lips and an almost perfectly straight nose; dark curls framing smart, observant eyes. So not only is he tall and charming, he’s also hot. When you mumble a soft acknowledgement, he gives you a little smile, and you can’t help but feel a bit too seen. “I’m Kiyoomi.”

You think you like Kiyoomi.

+

The heat of hands shakes you out of sleep with a slight startle, and the surprise soon makes way for a wave of rolling pleasure mixed under a heavy layer of embarrassment - at the way Kiyoomi’s toying with your body like it’s his own, and the low chuckle he lets out when you let out a pinched whimper. One of his hands is two fingers deep inside your pussy by the time you can even blink the sleep out of your eyes, feeling the warmth flood onto your face. As slick gathers between your thighs, he pushes himself up above you, and squeezes your throat between his free fingers.

“Sorry for waking you up, baby.” There’s a sharp glint in his eyes that you can’t miss even with the low light, deep from within. His hand slides down the curve of your spine to settle around your hip, pressing you further into bed as your back arches when he curls his fingers without any mercy. Though you are leaving wetness all over his hand, the sudden invasion is still a little jarring, definitely when he starts sucking at your tits and bites down. “Omi, ow,” you breathe, and he only grunts as he nudges a thigh between your knees, spreading you apart. “Right now?”

“Shhh, just bear it for a bit,” he mumbles back, as his hand trails down your ribcage and forces your body to adjust to him when he hikes your leg over his shoulder. “Woke up so hard thinking of you, and- you were so cute just sleeping here next to me without a worry in the world.” His fingers are replaced quickly by the hot head of his cock, that is slid a few inches too deep right away, and your whimpering only drives him further. “Ah, fuck, there it is. Good- fucking- girl…” By the time he bottoms out there’s silvery slivers running down your face and you’re shaking your head as the ache has you moaning with pain.

But the dark haired man above you barely gives you any time to adjust, before he starts rocking himself against your center and rubbing himself deep enough to force your mouth shut. “You trust me, don’t you, angel?” He pants, stroking the inside of your thigh a few times, before starting a punishing rhythm that rocks the bed hard. The question takes you off guard, but it doesn’t seem like Kiyoomi needs an answer to keep going anyway, and you swallow down your whimper to hide your face in the pillow. He’s so big and rough and your body can’t keep up. “Oh, your pussy’s so fucking good. So tight and- warm, agh, fuck.”

Jutting out your lip into a little pout, you let out a little noise. You’re trying not to let the way he’s basically getting himself off inside you ruin your mood. After a moment, you blink up at him with wobbly vision. “Can you kiss me?” He takes a few seconds before the words register, fucking you harder each time he bottoms out— before his dark eyes go from your eyes to your lips like he’s having to debate it. And that hurts. He decides maybe against better judgment to lean in anyway, and presses his lips to yours with a low sigh, an almost moan that you suppose you have to be content with. 

He pushes your knee up to your chest as he gets closer, and the heavy pressure of his body on yours gets even more unbearable when his free hand wraps around your neck and presses until you’re gasping out. Your boyfriend’s eyes glint as they flick all over your face, and a small grin starts to travel up his lips. “Don’t you like me better like this?” You’re too distracted by the pounding in your head to answer, and whine out his name as your back arches off the bed. And Kiyoomi pants as he forces you to take each thrust. “I like you a lot. Wanna keep you.” You throw your head back, and reach around his wide shoulders to pull him even closer, trying to lock your legs around his waist with a sigh.

“Shit, you’re so fucking pretty, baby,” he pants into your mouth as he rocks himself into you, forehead to forehead as your nails dig into his skin. You feel bad, but you can’t help but pull him closer by his shoulders as the shower water trickles between you two and makes the entire room a steamy mix of pants and sweaty touches. “So-” he kisses messily, making you smile as his tongue swipes yours, “-damn pretty. I love your body so much.”

“And me?” You breathe back, letting your body tremble in his strong hands as he rocks himself so deep inside you that it’s making you breathless. Your little whine makes him stare, and nod.

“Of course I love you even more— don’t be silly- agh, fuck.” You move one hand to brush the wet tresses of hair out of his face and let yourself get moved up and down him, thighs wrapped ever so tight around his narrow waist. He breathes your name like the word itself is lovely, and you can’t help but moan a long whimper of his name when he hits the right spot so perfectly. “You feel so good, taking my cock right in there- that tight, little pussy. Drooling all over me, huh.” Another kiss as you swallow your mix of spit and rest your hand on his cheek. “You drive me crazy. I really- ugh- really love you, baby.”

Your tits brush up against his chest. “Promise?”

“Uhuh, mh-ahg. Promise. I can’t get enough of you.”

Sometimes you swear you can hear the house close in around you with heavy breaths.

+

The door to your apartment already hangs open when you notice the noise. The low thumping that is only audible when you slide the headphones off, a vaguely rhythmic noise that makes the hairs on your neck stand. You slide off the bed with a little frown, and smooth the wrinkles in your camisole as you peer into the open apartment area - which is empty. “Babe?” The door wobbles when the wind passes through, and your frown only digs deeper into your face when there’s no answer.

“Kiyoomi?”

The noise is louder when you walk towards the hall, and fist your hands into the bottom of the flimsy dress to pull it down. Only after a few moments of thought, your instinct drives you across the hall to pull open the door of the neighbors’, a young guy who moved in after you two did. Sure enough, your stomach drops as the scene splays out before you. There’s red all over the floor, Kiyoomi’s hands, and most horrifying - all over Ryouta’s nose and mouth as the barrage of fists lands over and over again— and you let out a horrified gasp. The damage has already been done, the brunet lays back with swollen eyes and is no longer fighting back, and you’re basically stunned in place as his knuckles crack on his cheek again.

When you manage the next breath, you force out a call of his name between tears. “Hck- Kiyoomi- w-what are you-,” your voice sounds too tiny to be your own, but any more volume doesn’t make it out of your throat, “please stop.” The last crack that resounds before he stops is even harder than any of the ones before— and he gets up without a word, smoothing his jersey back in place. He only quiets a moment, before turning over his shoulder to look at you. You, wobbling toward him like a baby deer.

Honestly, you don’t want to worry about him. But you can’t help but take his hands in yours to inspect the split knuckles, bloody and bruised— as if this is some bizarre dream. Kiyoomi’s precious about his hands. They’re his dreams, his passions, and his opportunities all in one, something to be cared for, rested gently like they mattered more than anything else. And now they’re bloodied like animals at the slaughter. When you look up at him- there’s no regret, no worry or care or concern. Just a blank sort of faux-understanding of your worry when he reaches out to brush your cheek.

You pull back away to look instead at the young man on the floor, because if you think about it too hard, you might start sobbing. Your hands drop by your thighs and feel so heavy, tears drying on your face. “Why did you-”

“Got back from my run and he said he needed your help.” There’s a cold, detached resolution in his voice. “And I told him to forget it, and then he asked me what ‘the fuck’ my problem was.” You find yourself shrinking into yourself when his dark eyes shift to you, with that unreadable look in his eye once more. His hands are slid into his pant pockets with a soft sigh, but he still raises an eyebrow your way. “Why would another guy need my girl?” Ryouta’s been nothing but nice to you since he moved in. You believed, maybe mistakenly, that that niceness had extended to your boyfriend.

But staring at the poor, battered face of the guy on the floor— something tells you that even if it did, Kiyoomi no longer cares. It feels like really, he’ll take any excuse to lash out. Your eyes flick over his face again, before swallowing. “I don’t know. Maybe it was a misunderstanding.” For the first time since you’ve noticed this new side to him, you’re truly scared when he eyes you down. You’ve been upset, and worried, and angry before - but this is new. As the only sound between you two is the shallow rise and fall of your chest, you try to walk up and wrap your arms around his bicep. “I love you, Kiyoomi. I have only ever… loved you.”

He frees a hand to run it over your hair, before leaning down to rest his nose at your crown. “I know you do. You’re a smart little thing, that’s why I like you.” His training jacket still smells like mint and eucalyptus wash sheets, and it does absolutely nothing to soothe the aching pressure that makes its way between your ears and squeezes. And the soft kiss to your forehead doesn’t, either. “Get back inside. I’ll be right there in a bit.”

+

Your apartment is barely a shell of itself now. You realize it -truly realize it- when you toss and turn in your bed and can’t help but get stuck on little things that shouldn’t matter, but they do. The sheets are different, silkier somehow. Kiyoomi got new toothbrushes instead of the old ones with dolphins, and your entire apartment smells just different enough to make it pressing. Slightly bleachy, and too hospital-like. A blue haze is cast through the window by the moon when you softly slip out of bed, ignoring the way a soft puff comes from your boyfriend. He doesn’t stir as you move, though his empty hand seems to reach for the heat you left. Normally you’d wonder if he misses you when you go, but instead the reach just feels possessive. 

It’s like living with a brand new boyfriend all over again.

You don’t like it as much the second time, you realize, trying to choke down the bad air you’re breathing. As you wobble around in the dark, it’s hard to find your footing. The door clicks too loud for your liking when you brush it closed behind you, and slide down onto the couch as your eyes adjust to the dark. You feel like you’re hanging off the edge of falling apart as you look around the room— and try to think. That night when he came home, when he stared off into space and wouldn’t talk to you, your first thought was of another woman. Kiyoomi had never given you any reason to doubt.

He was handsome and intelligent and you were lucky to have him, but he always made it easy to trust him. If he wanted to be with you he’d be with you.

But as more and more days passed, small things got bigger. Not letting you call friends, not letting you dress how you wanted to, glaring at anyone who so much as looked up at you on the street. He’d never been so possessive when things were good. Still, you don’t want to mourn a relationship that isn’t even over yet. You cover your sniffles into your hand, and get up from the couch to go search through his jacket for his phone, or wallet. A stray bobby pin or earring, anything to make sense of the mess inside your head. You wouldn’t be proud of this in the morning - but your brain is eating itself alive. The apartment’s so quiet at night, and the old building pants and moans in the darkness.

The small closet is hotter than the rest of the apartment, more damp too. The jackets are piled high on the dryer, and though you shove your hand down every pocket, your search turns up empty. After a few seconds of turning the last pair of pockets inside out, you sink down into a crouch— and take a deep breath. Just a few weeks ago, you’d thought that you could see yourself marrying Kiyoomi. You’d spent hours by his side, convinced that no one in the world knew you better than he did.

A soft whistling noise sounds from behind the dryer, and makes you wipe your hand under your nose. There’s an old door to a bricked up stairway here, that you never got any use out of. Kiyoomi once stored some brooms there, you think. You don’t know what possesses you to slide your hands into the narrow space between the dryer and the wall and pull, but with some force- it moves. You strain to drag it aside until you jerk, scrambling up.

A track of blood.

Smeared over your normally proper linoleum, there’s a dried off-maroon that can only be blood, crusted onto the wood as a dark patch between the dryer and the door. Your chest caves. Instead of normal breaths, shallow gasps start making your entire body go solid and cold, and your throat dries up. This can’t … it isn’t real. Can’t be. Everything inside you tries to convince you that this is just a nightmare, but even as you pinch your arm hard, nothing happens.

Blood rushes to your bruised knees as you look around, trying not to panic too hard— instead put a shaky hand on the handle. It could be rusty water. A busted pipe. As you move at a glacial pace to open the door, it creaks, and you lick your lips. You can’t cry. You want nothing more than to explode into a dam of tears and unload, but it’s like your body refuses. Every second makes your body pump with adrenaline, until the door clicks open and reveals the narrow space - and in it, something that doesn’t make sense.

Blood pools on the floor, dulled, matted and a disgusting, sticky mess that has you gasping; only to hold back a gag. But in it, sits the slumped, unmoving body of your boyfriend.

The same boyfriend you were sleeping next to just a few minutes ago.

Every hair on your body rises when you choke on the smell, and sink down to press your fingers to his pulse— even when the off white pallor of his face says everything it should. “Omi?” You whisper, and when you breathe out, your throat closes up. You want to wake up. Your first coherent thought is that you can’t breathe; the next, to run. There’s no more heat in his skin, icy to the touch, and it frightens you so much that you jerk back and slam the door to the closet, stopping abruptly between the couch and the door.

It’s when the lights flick on that you do regret that.

Kiyoomi’s voice sounds deeper when you turn. As he stares at you, he brushes his messy curls out of his face. “What are you doing?” You don’t speak. Nothing but a shallow hiccup makes it out of your mouth, but you’re still holding out your hands like they’ve been burned, and maybe that’s enough for him to slide his eyes over to the closet. For a moment it stays quiet. So quiet that you can hear the blood rush beneath your skin, pumping with adrenaline you have no room for. Kiyoomi’s dead. Your Kiyoomi’s dead, isn’t he. “Ah.”

“I- I-”

“You weren’t supposed to go snooping, angel. You’re really making things difficult.” The noiret’s quiet calmness makes way for a slight smile, before he steps out of the doorway towards you. And you flatten yourself to the wall on shaky legs, but moving any more than that feels impossible. You’ve never been so scared in your life— literally frozen solid to the wall as your panicked hiccups send tears welling up in thick, childish bubbles that refuse to tip. He gives you an up and down, before pointing at you as he walks over to the closet, and sighs. “Don’t move.”

You couldn’t, even if you had the courage to. And you very much don’t. It’s so cold— you watch as he pushes into the small room only to drag the body you’d left there out of it. The heavy scraping noise of a limp body across the floor is almost enough to have you totally break. When he dumps the body in the middle of your shared living room, you manage to let out a few noises, strangled, pathetic noises, before you wring your hands together. “W-what did you do to Kiyoomi?”

“I am Kiyoomi,” he says back with enough certainty to shake you, and then smiles a little when finally the tears spill, and you shake your head left and right through your panic.

“You’re not—” is all you can squeak before he walks up to you too close and grabs your face, leaving sticky cold blood with his touch. Your cheek is almost held lovingly, but one glance up at his eyes convinces you that it’s anything but. It’s predatory, a mean glitter of amusement that plays in the darkness, and the harder you cry, the giddier it seems to get. “Let me go, p-please,” you sniffle, “let me go. I won’t tell, I just don’t wanna be- h-here.”

“Shhh, we might as well pretend I’m him still. You look so cute whining that name like it’s your fucking job.” He takes you by the hand after pressing a brief kiss on your forehead, and then sits you down onto the couch. And your chest still feels much too rattled to think about running anywhere, but when he pushes one finger into your mouth with a slight grin, you consider it. “Don’t know any better, do you?” He groans. You want to bite and run, and hide until everything stops pounding— but run where? Your boyfriend’s cold on the floor of your apartment. You can barely stop crying for long enough to take a breath, and the man above you pushes another finger down your throat. “Such a pretty little girlfriend I’ve got- look here-” 

You do - can’t help it when the pressure starts choking you, and whatever frightened look you’re giving him, is enough to make him groan long and hard. It fucks with your brain. It’s still your boyfriend- looks, smells, tastes the same- and if you stop paying attention for a few seconds, it’s almost like everything is back to normal. It’s almost like you’re safe as long as you pretend not to notice what’s going on around just you and the invasive touches that are forced onto you. “Man, you look so fucking wrecked, baby. Say my name, won’t you?” His grin is wide and cheshire-like when he leans in and starts nudging your top down your shoulders. “Say ‘please, Kiyoomi’.”

He doesn’t move his fingers out of the way to allow you. Instead you whimper around his fingers, and try not to choke as spit gets all over your chin and his hand. “Pwea-se, Kiy-oomi.”

“Hahah, you’re so fucking nasty, getting spit all over me. Drooling like a fucking dog while you’re being forced— You like whining and moaning for me?” He takes his fingers out to wipe them on your flimsy camisole and stands to start sliding down his boxers, pushing you back towards the couch. The small grin changes to a tight grimace when you try to grab at him for comfort. “Ah ah ah, don’t think so.” There’s a fistful of hair in his hand before you can apologize, as he shoves you face down towards the couch and holds you there, cheek pressed to the rough fabric. Until your face is hung just off the side, and you’re forced to face the trail of blood that ends in a familiar face.

It’s horrible, and the harder you squeeze your eyes shut against the wave of fresh tears, the deeper the image seems to force itself into your brain. “Kiyoomi~” You whimper pathetically, and he hums in response. Everything’s too close, too loud, his touch is too real and too pressing and warm— burning you from the inside out as he yanks your clothing the last bit down until it hangs around your waist and he drags his fingers up and down your slit through your panties a few times. It leaves the wet fabric awfully sticky against your pussy, and your cheeks get hotter. It’s not your fault, his fingers work you in ways that always work. That thought has your eyes flicking open, but the horrific sight has yet to disappear. “Mh-hck,” you start up again, and try to roll aside as he grabs your thigh hard to hold you in place. “I wanna stop. I wanna stop.”

“Aw, poor baby. Poor angel.” The dismissive tone is cooed as a loving mockery when he pushes you down between your shoulder blades and yanks your panties the rest of the way down. “You don’t even know what to do with yourself, huh?” He then yanks your head up so you’re forced to stare at your reflection in the window, unable to see anything else. You can’t close your eyes to hide from it. Kiyoomi’s grabbing you tight enough to have you unable to move. “I’ll give you a hint. You lay here and you take it. You just listen nice and sweet, ugh-” He groans low when pushing the hot head of his cock against your entrance, patting it with a patient sigh— only to push in with a force that makes you jerk.

Why does it hurt so much? You wanna cry harder when he forces all the heavy girth of his cock inside you and the wetness dripping between your legs squelches loud, but your throat’s too clogged to. Instead only a pinched moan comes out, and he grunts when bottoming out deep inside you. “Girls who don’t listen make me wanna cut them open and eat their insides out. Would you like that?” The pull on your hair forcing your head up is making you lightheaded. That, and the stinging, uncomfortable tightness inside your pussy, squeezing and clenching against the intrusion - still isn’t enough to drown out the horror of those words as he whispers them.

Almost instantly you shake your head left and right, and your muffled ‘no’s melt into a childish cry. “No, nonono, Omi- ‘yoomi- I, no~ pleas-hck- stop. Wanna stop.” He pulls back his hips for long enough to really let you feel the ache of your walls as they cling to his cock, but then thrusts back in and bounces you on his cock. He drops your head back to the side of the couch, and places a hand in the middle of your spine to anchor you down under his weight. 

“You don’t? I think you’re lying. You want to be treated like a sack of meat.” His hips make a loud sound when connecting with your ass. “You don’t like this?”

“Ow, oww, Omi- ‘hurts-” You’re fighting against the caving of your chest each time you exhale, and forced to take shorter breaths each time he fucks back into you. “Ah, ow.” And your pussy hurts, but the rolling of his hips and the stubborn, deep grinding is too overwhelming. You hate that you can hear the wetness of your cunt squeezing around the pumping of him inside, you hate the way he breathes above you, how you can feel him everywhere. It makes you sick. It’s all too much, and still it feels so fucking good that you’re hot in the face. “Mhm~ ‘m sorry. I’m sorry.” You blink through the tears to stare just a second at the trail of blood that he made from the closet to the couch— but you can’t make yourself look any closer. Instead you aim your eyes back at your reflection, and meet other eyes.

“You haven’t wanted to play with me much since I got here. ‘S your own fault that I’m all pent up now, stupid girl.” The steady rhythm in and out of your needy pussy is too much. It feels so good— and you hate it. You clench your hands into the couch as best you can and try to hang on, until your knuckles turn white. The noiret’s voice is back to taunt you, this time as his other hand reaches around to grab the soft of your throat and squeeze, shaking you back to him. “If you want your nice, reliable Kiyoomi, look- he’s right here for you.” You can’t. You can’t. Your tears well over in ugly rivers that you shut behind your lids, and Kiyoomi makes a noise.

You can’t tell if it’s a pleased noise or not, you don’t care. He rolls his hips, and your cunny accepts too eagerly. But it still feels so fucking good. And you can’t stop yourself from feeling like the worst person in the world. Your hands shake, and your head feels faint. Kiyoomi’s dead. There’s nothing else to know. Kiyoomi’s dead and you’re about to cum getting fucked— your whimper gives you away. It’s faint, but he hears it. “Hm, you don’t like him either now huh?” Instead of squeezing your throat, his hand moves to grab your tit instead, pinching your puffy nipple until you can’t help but make a noise. You’re so gross. And your pussy’s still pulling him back in, clenching to the pulsing heat as it fucks right into the softest part of your walls. “I- agh, f- I like bullying my pretty little cock sleeve to tears. So- f-fucking cute like this.”

He ruts into you until your belly feels hot and tingly, and you grind back against him on instinct. You’re getting so close, the pinching, the precise way he hits the needy spot deep inside you - you don’t even want to. “No, no- Omi, I’m- agh, please stop.” You really don’t. “I’m- I’m gonna—” But before you can stop it, your eyes squeeze shut, and your entire body goes tense. The tight ball of heat that’s been expanding all over your body with each pump, each time his heavy balls slap against you, explodes into a million pieces. “Kiyoomi, I love you, I’m so- sorry, I’m so sorry, it’s— all my fault.”

As he fucks you through the blooming heat and the white and black spots that play on your lids, he groans your name low and possessive. Your clenching only slows way after you’ve grinded yourself back against him and drooled all over the couch, until your tired body drops back into the plush. And Kiyoomi lets out a little chuckle. “Yea, it’s all your fault, stupid girl. You lay here and stay— I’ll be right back.” You barely feel the heat leave until it comes back, shoving some of the wetness from your sensitive pussy right back inside with a grunt, and a harsh tap of his hand to your pussy. The sting is sharp, and you glare through your tears as you look up. Not that he cares. “Here. Look. Kiss it.”

The sharp blade that’s basically shoved in your face glints when you hesitate, and suck your bottom lip into your mouth. “Come on. Or else I’ll put it to use on him instead, and you don’t want that, do you?” Your lips press against the cold metal, but your eyes stay resolutely on his face. Dark curls framing dark eyes and long lashes — you often told him he was the most beautiful man you knew. You wonder if he remembered it in the end. You suppose it doesn’t matter though, watching his mirror click his tongue.

“Good girl, such a good baby girl under all the crying and mess, aren’t you? Almost make me think you like me better like this after all.” You can’t answer, but the tears that wobble sadly along your waterline spill over in the silence— and your lip wobbles. And Kiyoomi only brushes a thumb along your lip, before shrugging. “No? That’s a shame. Because you are mine now. Mine. All of you.” He points the knife into the top of your leg, and leaves behind a mark that immediately wells up with dotted red. The immediate pain and sting of hot blood sears through your skin. “Tell me again what name you want me to write? Say it nice and sweet, angel.”

Your voice doesn’t shake as much as you think it should. “Kiyoomi.”

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OOPS! WRONG SEND

PRO! SAKUSA KIYOOMI X MANAGER! CHUBBY READER

content warnings ─── porn, twitter porn, masturbation. (warnings will be added more)

notes. there will be a full fic to be added. the consequences of a wrong sent message. (coming soon)

ᝰ.ᐟ in which you accidentally sent a twitter porn link to sakusa kiyoomi, your team's player and you need to face the consequences and him finding your dirty secrets.

ᝰ.ᐟ ACCIDENTALLY SENDING A TWITTER PORN LINK TO SAKUSA KIYOOMI..... A HUGE MISTAKE

ᝰ.ᐟ RECEIVING A TWITTER PORN LINK FROM YOUR MANAGER..... NOT BAD

ᝰ.ᐟ DIRTY SECRETS (coming soon)

any sakusa fuckers… present…

i’m getting sleepy and ‘m just thinking abt cunny inspector sakusa nii… just being drowsy and him parting your legs to check your folds for anything, getting wet as he pumps his rough fingers inside, scraping your sensitive spots when he curls them and creaming with a blissful sigh, snuggling into your pillow comfily as if your cunt isn’t full of your nii-chan’s fingers <3 can sakusa rlly resist not filling up your pussy with his cum and cock :(((

You are not as innocent as you look

Warning/content: nipple piercing (f), fem!reader, she/her pronouns used, praise kink and body worship

A/n: this is so bad im so sorry, i just wanted to throw this idea out cause i love it, but i can't write smut like, at all, so yeah, whatever

Sakusa, Osamu, Iwaizumi, Suna, Atsumu;

You and your boyfriend have been together for nearly a year, but you have never been this intimate yet,at least not until today where a heated make out session led to him being on top of you shirtless and you under him, braless.

Since you always wanted to take it slow with the intimacy, he alwas thought that you were an innocent pretty little thing, but now that he sees the nipple piercing on your left breast, he is questioning all his ideas of you.

He never thought he would be seeing something like this, you've fooled him for good; and now that he sees the truth before his eyes ー that you're a filthy pervert who never told him about your piercing just so you could have this moment, could act all shy and embaressed and hot under his flaring gaze ー he doesn't hold back.

His dick twitches hard at the sight, his red and angry tip leaking in his pants as he worships your body.

"That's so fucking hot, baby" he whispers, touching your pierced nipple gently, playing with the metal between his fingers.

He rubs your hardened bud with his thumb, "When did you get this?"

"Around a year ago, few months before we got together." you pant, meeting his lustful eyes.

He smirks and leans down to kiss your neck, leaving purple hickeys to mark you as his.

"So you planned this all along huh? and here i thought you were such an innocent girl."

It doesn't take him long before latching onto your pierced nipple, nibbling it between his teeth gently, making you moan at the feeling.

"God, you're so perfect." he says as he opens your legs to peck on your inner thigh.

He teases you until you beg him to hurry because you can't take it anymore, and that's when he eats you out like a starved man. No ー he doesn't "eat you out", he makes out with your pussy for his own pleasure and he is not stopping until he is satisfied.

He won't take this further though, because he knows that his pretty baby is not ready yet, so he will wait as much as she needs.

But god is he horny. He can't get enough of your tear stained face and that pierced nipple, it makes him incredibly hard, but all he can do is grind onto your thigh in hopes of relieving some of his stress.

You may not be ready to have sex yet, but he looks so desperate, so needy that you want to help him out somehow.

"Baby, let me help you out, yeah?"

It doesn't take him much to cum with your mouth stuffed full of his cock

Reblogs are really appreciated!

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐔𝐓

— Bokuto Kotaro, Kozume Kenma, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Iwaizumi Hajime, Akaashi Keiji x f!reader

cw. oral, fingering, squirting, 69, face sitting — rbs are appreciated — m.list

BOKUTO KOTARO

When he’d told you after a grueling practice with the team that he needed something good to eat you didn’t think you’d find yourself with your thighs pinned open, your knees pressed to your chest and his tongue buried in your creamy cunt.

“Ko, please,” you sob, your body twitching when he hums in response, just watching you with his golden eyes as he sucks on your clit, pressing his tongue to the bud when you pull his hair.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when a harder lick makes your nub throb against his tongue, “yeah cumming huh” he coos against your folds, rubbing two fingers on your upper wall.

He almost cum in his boxers when you squirt in his face, your cum running down his chin as he runs a hand through his hair and pulls his fingers away from your sensitive pussy, “that was hot, pretty” he moans wiping the lower part of his face with the back of his hand.

Bokuto smiles satisfied as you slump down on the pillows, his eyes bright as he licks his fingers and pulls his fat hard cock out of his boxers, “you can do that here too, pretty.”

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hq smut visuals (msby edition)

featuring: hinata, atsumu, sakusa, and bokuto

warning! nsft twitter links , fem!bodied reader

— hinata

[ link ] moans when he fucks you bc he wants you to know how good ur pussy is

[ link ] he fucks you between ur thighs for the first time when u want to try something new

— bokuto

[ link ] he tries to be as gentle as possible with u when making love but he can’t help it when u feel so fucking good and loses control from time to time

[ link ] fucks you with his big breeder balls

[ link ] watching u play with ur clit while he fucks u makes him cum fast :(

— atsumu

[ link ] eats ur pussy like a starving man before he starts fucking you

[ link ] he still intends to fuck u after he cums

— sakusa

[ link ] strictly licks ur clit because he loves the noises u make

[ link ] doesn’t mind letting u ride him even tho he’s already cum. he’s strong enough to take it

cw: breeding,videotaping, belly bulging,

Any chance he gets he likes to watch his cum drip from your holes, his favorite being your pussy. He calls it his tight little cum bucket. He’ll chuckle a grin as he wipes any residue of cum from your fold with his cock and shove it back into your hole. 

“You know I hate being wasteful” he groans as he sinks his cock back into you. 

You can barely pull yourself together as you whine and whimper from the overstimulation. He’s so sadistic he’ll make you hold the camera up to your pussy so that you can get a view of how he fucks the cum back inside. He knows you can barely keep your eyes open so holding a camera is almost impossible at the moment. 

“Come on I thought you wanted to make a movie” he grins menacingly staring deep into the camera. 

Your moans are desperate and loud. He gives you slow long strokes just so he knows you can feel every vein and inch of his cock. 

“Tell the camera where you feel me Angel” he licks his lips eyes filled with lust.

He knows exactly where you feel him. The print of his cock fucking into you is evident.

“Right here” you slur as you place a shaky hand on your lower stomach while the other holds the camera barely able to keep your hand steady.

He places his hand there and pushes down slightly.

“That’s where our baby is gonna be” he whispers

You let out a loud moan at the pressure of his hand. The feeling is so overwhelming you almost drop the camera. 

“Don’t drop it ” he chuckles darkly “or we’ll have to start all over again” 

He pushes your legs further apart so he can shove himself deeper in between them. His thrust are steady as he fucks you. You feel your body jolt back with each rough stroke. He grabs you by the throat pulling you close to him. 

“Come, I want you to get a good view of how your pussy’s sucking my cock in”

You're trembling holding the camera up. Your moans are loud you feel the embarrassment flooding through you thinking about looking back on the video. 

“Look at that, damn near sucking me dry.” 

The squelching sounds that pair with his thrust leaving you whimpering. Everything leaves you moaning desperately. His hand grips your throat holding you up so you can get a view of how he fucks you. His cock feels so big all you can do is moan and drool at the sight of him plunging himself deep into you. He’s been fucking you for so long your voice has grown hoarse. 

“You’re so messy” he chuckles “We’re gonna have to change the sheets after this” 

His eyes are trained onto where the two of you meet watching the way your juices spray out onto him. 

“You see that baby” his grip on your throat tightens as his thrust pick up speed “She’s telling me how much she loves me”

You’re too far gone, you can barely form words. 

“Keep that camera steady, I want you to catch how pretty this pussy looks with my cum dripping out”

Gojo, Toji, Getou, Nana-fucking-mi, Matsukawa, Suna, Osamu, Kuroo, Sakusa, Kita, Tsukishima, Connie, Onyankopon, Levi

heyyy, I hope you’ve had a nice day I was wondering if I could request ushijima, bokuto and sakusa with a fem tease sitting on their lap for a bumpy car ride and they get ‘excited’ down there 😏 it’s okay if you don’t feel comfortable with writing this! <33

Don't worry lovie I'll do my best to delivery!! Hopefully you enjoy it! Sorry if this took a decade, I ran into some writer blockages along the way heh! 😫

Bumpy Car Rides

Summary: How would the Haikyuu boys react to their dear lover sitting on their whilst on this bumpy ride?

Warnings: Characters are aged up, dirty talk, mentions of sex, teasing. Not Proof read!!! New writer!!

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It had been almost a decade since you and Ushijima had a fun day out. It was always him having to leave early in the mornings and coming home after you finished dinner. But this time you ahd somethign fun planned. It was autum and it had almost seemed like fate, a hay bale ride!

You smile hugging onto your muscular boyfriend's arm in pure joy. He sat down beside you far in the back of the cart. The guide moved and paid their attention to the younger children in the back, but you had other plans. Why bring your perfect boyfriend to this boring childish ride, maybe it was time to spicy it up a bit!

The hay bale ride was a hour and a half long. So you had loads of time to make this more fun for both you and your lover. You leaned closer to Ushijima's ear and whispered softly, practically breathing on him.

"Ushiii.. My seat is so rough, can I sit on your lap? Pleaaase.."

His eyes widened as he looks at you in utter confusion, were you really asking to sit on his lap?

"Wha-" You interrupted him by lifting your body up, just high enough to snuggle your bum comfortably on his thighs. His face was merely inches away from you, this cart was filled with children, adults, and old people.

You placed a small peck on the bridge of his nose, giving him a sweet and innocent smile.

"Y/n-" You cut him off again.

"Look babe, seems like it's about to get bumpy.." You wiggle in your seat atop of him, causing some friction underneath you. He raised his hand to cover his face, he lowly groans and sighs.

"Babe, I don't think this is the right time for-"

The cart bumps and you rub against him adjusting yourself again. It wasn't long till you felt something poking and prodding at your butt. A sly smirk plastered your face as you kept calm, continuing you effortless tortures. He places his hands on your waist tightening his grip.

If this wasn't bad enough for him, you managed to lean back and rub yourself against whilst letting out a small lewd noise for only him to hear.

Long story short, your little shenanigans put you in a bad position when you both arrived home.

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The bus was full and compacted. And well, there was only one free seat near the back. You grasped your boyfriends arm and pulled him through the crowds on people. Bokuto sat down and you wiggled yourself into his lap.

"Uh, b-baby owl!" He exclaimed a bit embarrassed at your small yet impactful movements.

You turned back to place a sweet kiss on his lips, licking his bottom lip before leaving the kiss. His face was flushed a bright red as he gripped the seat's edge in frustration.

Fortunately for you the bus ride has seemed to hit a few bumps along the way. This caused you body to fly and then hit back down on his little friend. Bokuto gritted his teeth holding back a groan every time you landed back down effortlessly perfectly square on his sweet spot.

You looked back at him and raised a brow. "What's wrong baby?" You tease asking so innocently. He had a mind to rip you to shreds when he got home, because his little friend decided to wake up and greet you.

"Baby owl, I'm not sure you want to play this game your trying..." He groans lowly in your ear. And well, I guess it turned you on a bit.

"What ever do you mean my love?"

"I'm not sure why your acting so innocent babe, you know damn well what your doing... And you'll regret it when we get home.."

You ignore his mindless and ballsy threats and notice that you have seemed to hit a mine bomb. "What a nice surprise.." You whispered feeling his member poking at you.

He huffed as the bus stopped and grabbed your hand taking you off the bus as fast as you could. And according to his promise, he sure did rip you apart the second the front door was closed.

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Sakusa wasn't one to go on public transports all the time, but this was the same cute trolley you would see everyday. After thousands of 'pleaase Omi' s and 'I'll literally die if I don't get to go on' , he finally gave in. You led him through the bundles of screaming children and messy toddlers to the back of the ride. There were two seats you you sat on the inside.

The trolley continued on its course and you were sure to watch the guide and make sure she wasn't looking at your boyfriend. You caught her catching another glance at him and you frown.

You lean over to Sakusa and whisper in his ear. "Omi, my seat is so dirty and close that nasty toddler in front of me.. Can I sit on your lap pretty please?" You whispered in the soft and sincere tone that he loved.

He shakes his head but you completely ignore it in jealousy. You slip yourself onto his comfortable lap and grab the hand that were near his side and wrap them around your waist. He stifles his breath and looks at you a shocked reaction. He was lucky that he had his mask on at all times because your boisterous action were sure to make his cheeks as red as tomatoes.

The trolley trudges onwards and hits a few bumps on the way. Between bumps you rub yourself gently across his groin, he lets out a breathy groan and bites his lip in frustration.

The guide glances at you wild actions whilst sitting on Sakusa's lap. She turns away now feeling silly that she was even thinking about making a move on him.

Meanwhile you kept doing your silly little antics causing your boyfriend unbearable pain. It wasn't long until you felt his anticipation peak. You leaned you back against his chiseled chest.

"Awh, are you excited for the next bump omi babe?" You whispered smiling in your words.

"Oh, you really want to play this dirty game again hm?" He quietly snaps back at you.

"Feisty huh?" You rub yourself against him again. He hisses and catches his breath, not able to say another word.

Long story short he had you in the shower bend over and screaming his name. He managed to wash away your dirty actions and reprimand you for acting like a jealous and territorial brat.

sakusa fucks his fist to the thought of you + male masturbation + soap used as lube (not in a cringey way i promise) + mentions of guilt + implied mutual pining + roommate! reader + gn! reader

— word count; 1k

there were many wrong turns sakusa had taken over the course of tonight, and of all the time he had known you. but the worst mistake he had done thus far was letting you in, letting you share the rent and share a space with him-

something that should have helped the shared stress of trying to make it through the young adult lives the two of you had just begun, but this only meant he couldn’t get away and simmer in the deep attraction he’d built up for you, settling heavy in his tummy during nights where you were sleeping just a couple feet away- separated from him by a door and a wall.

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safety sakusa kiyoomi + safewords

a LUXE’S SLUTOBER bonus.

— word count; 370.

— content warnings; 18+, MDNI. no real smut, f!reader, collaring, a healthy BDSM relationship/dynamic, safeword talk, one use of sir.

Kiyoomi thinks you’re in your most precious state like this. When you’re proudly wearing the collar he had custom made for you, with your bare knees sinking into the bed and your hands delicately folded on top of them, ready to please and awaiting his commands.

“My sweet girl,” he whispers fondly, nudging your nose with his and taking away the last bit of possible disobedience hanging around in your mind with a gentle drag of his lips over your own.

The saccharine smooch lets you know that in this moment, you’re allowed to touch him to your heart’s content still. So your hands lift to rub his chest, over the crisp button down he’s wearing, until your palms decide to settle on either side of his neck.

“You’re gonna be good for me, right?”

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𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 — sakusa kiyoomi.

no. the msby manager and sakusa kiyoomi are not dating. there is no correlation between you and the crimson scratches that adorn his back.

a/n: first proper omi piece hope he sounds hot tbh. i love writing him as a jackass :^)

tags: secret relationships / dating, voyeurism, public sex wheyyy, fucking in the locker room cause we’re hot like that, kiyoomi is a prick, degradation, slight size kink, underwear stuffing lmfao, cockwarming kinda, hickeys / love bites + marking in general, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, slight thigh riding, almost getting caught fucking lmao, choking, creampies

w.c: prob about 1.4k

Sakusa Kiyoomi is tired.

It’s evident in the way he handles you. It’s evident in the way his eyelids flutter shut, brows screwing and a strained moan spills out of him when your pussy clamps down onto his cock. It’s because it is wholly your duty, as the MSBY manager, to ensure that the players are at their best. It so just turns out that you’ve managed to find a soft spot for Sakusa.

To the public and to the press most certainly, it’s ‘Just my manager. Nothing more, nothing less.’ You’ve heard thousands, though that could be considered a gross understatement, of the sheer amount of rumours. Questions. Photographs. Videos, even. Each and every single one of them have been shut down.

You and Sakusa Kiyoomi are not dating. There is no way around it. There is no concrete proof, either.

“When you beg me for my cock like that? It’s embarrassing.” Sakusa seethes, corner of his lip threatening to curl into a smirk because it is just so, so amusing to him. How wet and fucking desperate his sweet little manager gets for him.

“Are you cockhungry? Because I don’t get it. I fucked you just this morning, and you wanna go again? Sheesh. Trying to make me late for work or what?” Sakusa inquires, eyebrow curled up in contempt and his middle finger eases back into your cunt, swallowing him in so so easily. Sakusa’s tongue is nothing short of rude and blunt, his words slicked over in condescension as per usual. His digit gets absorbed into your plush, gummy walls and your pussy sucks him in down to the knuckle.

“Aren’t you worried that people will be suspicious? If we’re both late?”

You and Sakusa Kiyoomi are most certainly not dating. Sakusa Kiyoomi isn’t in love with you. He laughed outright at the idea when a reporter came up to him, straight up pulled his mask down and laughed into the microphone.

“I’m not interested in women like her. She’s too disobedient and bratty for my tastes.”

Sakusa Kiyoomi likes his women the same way he likes his private affairs, quiet and respectful. Wants a woman that’ll listen to him, and he’ll listen to her. Everything comes full circle in the end, and everyone’s happy.

That’s why Sakusa loathes reasoning with you. When you whimper and scream around his cock, begging him to fuck you more, that you really really do ‘Need him, so so bad’. And all he’ll ever respond with is, “No, you don’t. You don’t need me to function. You just want my cock.”

And that’s why you loathe reasoning with him. When he gets antsy, desperate for your touch— to feel the slick of your warm cunt around his shaft, and he just can’t wait to get home and pound all his frustrations into you. Whenever sometimes he’s almost off the rails, sanity and his pride hanging in the balance and Sakusa’s about to risk it all— put your months of a secret relationship under jeopardy because he’s too horny.

It’s happened once, and it’ll happen again. After a late night match when most of the crowd had gone home, and very few reporters happened to be buzzing around the place. The other team were just about getting ready to leave and go home, but the MSBY wouldn’t be the MSBY if it weren’t for two certain energetic opposite hitters that were on for extra practice. Hence, no one really batted an eye at you taking a seat on Sakusa’s lap. You’ve done it a few times before, balanced out the equation by begrudgingly sitting on Atsumu’s and Hinata’s lap, too. Sakusa was quick to give you an earful about that once you two got home, of course in the form of making you cry and squirm around his thick cock.

Sakusa’s digits trained themselves on the hem of your skirt, his solid and heavy torso aligned with your vertebrae perfectly. You remember swatting his prying digits away, scoffing and digging your boot into his leg so that he’d stop screwing around.

“Get off me, then.” Sakusa murmured with a small scoff, tearing his face away from your neck and summoning all his courage to not kiss it.

“No. Contrary to your shitty personality, you make for a great seat.” You retort, shifting your bare cunt around Sakusa’s thighs. You whimper and gasp a little when you manage to seat yourself so that your clit hugs his toned leg just right.

“Last time I checked, people usually sit on seats with their underwear still on. Did you forget to wear yours this morning?” Sakusa monotoned, bouncing his right leg up and down and grinding his muscle into your clit. The fabric of his shorts rode up, leaving your wet slick staining and smearing against Sakusa’s bare thigh. His hands dug into your waist cruelly, fingertips crushing and he bit back a choked groan.

“My underwear is in my bag, Omi.” You choked out thickly, swallowing the knot in your throat. When you tried to straighten yourself to alleviate the pressure that Sakusa kept steadily applying to your clit— he just seized your lower half and pulled you back down. You were forced to endure the teasing, that apparently he was teaching you a lesson because you knew better than to try to screw him in front of his team mates.

It didn’t seem to be a very long lived lesson, because he ended up shifting his track jacket off— placing it over your lap and pulling it around so that no one would be able to see that his shorts were partially off; dick stuck out and sheathed inside your warm cunt. Though, to prove a point, he stated that he wouldn’t finish fucking you if you even tried as much as bouncing yourself off his dick. Proved to be effective, because you were quietly sobbing the entire time for him, complaining about how sore and wide your cunt felt in a bittersweet sensation.

So far, Sakusa’s fought his demons valiantly, time after time. The amount of days he could count where Atsumu was trying to rub you the wrong way with his awful dialect and shitty jokes. You’re civilised and a nice human being, not like Sakusa who would just tell his teammate to shut up. You will never understand his ache, the pure and unadulterated desire that Sakusa withheld where he just wanted to pick you up by the collar of your shirt and smash his lips onto yours.

It’s in the way Sakusa’s fans will peer up at him with their big doe-eyed gazes, orbs glossing over in appreciation and glorifying him as some sort of deity— looking at him as though they cannot and will not try to see anything greater. It pisses him off, scowl thick under his surgical mask because all he can do is nod nonchalantly, sometimes not speaking at all, and his dark eyes bore into your frame in the distance. You offer him an apologetic smile but he dismisses it with an eye roll, because what good will that do him?

What good will it do him when he’s currently leaned against the dripping wet shower tiles, head tilted back and eyes screwed painfully shut? When his cock is balls deep inside you, your eyes wide and his palms stuffed into your mouth because you can’t whimper, let alone make a singular sound?

God. The absolute fucking horror. Sakusa was so sure that everyone on his team had gone home, and here come Atsumu, Hinata and Bokuto— all screeching and laughing in the changing rooms. The worst offenders of them all, and the best part is that the raven-hair has to physically lift you up and keep you just a little bit off the ground. Why? Because of whatever corporate demon that decided to design the lockers with a) a joint shower and b) stalls that didn’t reach all the way down.

Sakusa can lie about the peeking hickey that threatens to jump out of the line of his shirt, say that he slept weird or that he just ‘bruises easily’ and no one will bat an eye. But when there’s another pair of feet in a shower stall? There’s not much that’s up for debate.

But you can see the conflict in Sakusa’s gaze. His heavy, clouded gaze and his eyebrows are knit— lips downturned into a small frown of thought. He’s thinking, analysing the best way to get out of this. Truth be told, he doesn’t see much difficulty in supporting your weight. It’s nothing to him, and the thought alone makes you flutter around his cock. In response to your walls tightening, he screws his face at you as though to scold you for abruptly ruining his concentration. And yet? He slowly, very slowly, pulls himself out until only his tip kisses the entrance of your cock before slamming in. The loud and obscure slap of his balls leaves both of you wincing, but there’s no indication from the rest of the team to signify that they heard.

So maybe. Maybe he should think of a way to get out of this, but every single lingering second of his eyes scanning your body lead to tantalising and mischievous thoughts that plant into his brain.

You’re so distracting to Sakusa. Every fibre of your being oozes of an emotion that he can’t quite put a word on. You’re eye candy to him, with the way your legs tangle at his waist, arms interlocked and straddling him around the neck. It’s the way you bat your pretty lashes at him, head slightly tilted in curiosity and you’re trying to figure him out. Sakusa loves when you do that, as though you could ever comprehend what he’s thinking inside his brain.

He knows you’re impatient, he’d be stupid not to realise with the way you keep angling and grinding the base of your hips against his cock. Attempting to rut his shaft and drag him around your walls, since you can’t really bounce with half your back propped up and resting against the stall door. Sakusa’s earlier point of you being a disobedient brat kicks in when you start biting down onto his digits, brows creased and you pant around him. It’s like you want to get caught.

Sakusa’s free hand flies to your throat, thudding your head against the door with a small bang. And fuck, your wet pussy clenches around him like a vice. You’re so filthy for him, always have been. He wants to tell you that, but he can’t.

“‘S that Omi? Ya okay in there, dude?” Atsumu calls out, rounding the corner and his tone’s thick with concern.

“I’m fine. Go away.” Sakusa barks, tone vicious and leaving no room for remorse. The last thing Sakusa wants is Atsumu on the other side of the same door where he’s fucking into his own god damn girlfriend.

“‘Kay well fuck ya too then. Was just tryin’ to be nice.”

“Good for you.”

“Yea! It is good for me, ‘cos I’m a decent human being. Ain’t all moody n depressed like you are.”

“Just fuck off, Miya.”

“Yeah, okay.” Atsumu murmurs, dejected. “‘S fine. Omi’s on his man period again. Nuthin unusual.”

So maybe from your past experiences you’d learn, learn that you two really should just wait until you get home.

But that doesn’t stop either of you, why would it?

Doesn’t stop Sakusa from stuffing your soaked, damp panties into your mouth cause you’re babbling like a little bitch whenever you’re fucked with your legs bent up. You can both hear the deafening screeches of volleyball shoes kicking against laminated floors outside, but here you are. Crying and sniffling, puffy and abused cunt filled wide to the brim with Sakusa’s dick— his warm cum trailing down the sides of his shaft and pooling in excess onto the bench below.

Sakusa Kiyoomi is not dating you, but maybe, just maybe, one day he’ll finally throw in the towel and say he doesn’t give a shit about the press.

That’s how you find yourself, back of his car and you feel the crisp metal of Sakusa’s wedding ring glide against your swollen clit.

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! i never posted this wip of sakusa !