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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."

sakusa x reader - “midnight milk troubles”

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 839

notes: first part of my christmas special? one story each day until the 25th

theme: hot chocolate

the cold december winds brought comfort to you and you knew you needed every ounce of it as you could get. as you huddled closer to your thick, fluffy comforter, you wondered if this was what heaven was like. cold air brushing against your skin, warm christmas lights illuminating in the background, soft joyful songs playing from your neighbor's playlist, and finally, some peace as you hid away from the world that seems to be intent on ruining every day of your life. it was probably around midnight but recently, your days ended up being much longer than what it should be so when you finally felt your eyes drooping into a close, you were relieved.

now, if only you could actually get some well-deserved sleep.

a sharp ring made you jump up from your fetal position and a massive onslaught of dizziness made you hiss out a curse. glaring at your phone, you made it ring a little longer out of spite. serves whoever that is for dragging you away from the comforts of sleep back to hell itself. only when you noticed who was calling did you actually make a move to answer it.

"y/n."

"omi."

a long pause.

"i'm out of milk."

you blinked, processing what your beloved boyfriend just said, "that is... unfortunate."

another long pause.

"buy."

"excuse me? what was that?" this has got to be a joke or maybe some really weird dream that you want to wake up from asap.

"buy me milk."

you don't know if you should laugh at omi's deadpan tone or if you should finally put your murdering skills that you totally didn't learn from crappy horror films into use.

"okay. i'll go tomorrow—"

"no. go out now."

"omi, it's two o'clock in the morning."

"and?"

"i need sleep?"

"you can sleep after bringing me milk."

"..."

"most shops would be close."

"the convenience store near your house is open 24/7."

"..."

"listen," you little shit— “if you really want milk right now, then go buy some yourself because i am not getting out to buy milk in the dead of the night in the middle of winter."

"i can't do that. i'll get sick."

"and i wouldn't? am i your sacrificial lamb?" you were this close to combusting.

"...you can put it that way."

"oh my god, omi!"

"..kidding. just get the milk."

"no, you listen here mister because i'm not about to repeat myself-" you were getting into a really long rant but the familiar beep of the call being ended reached your ears first.

.

.

.

.

.

"you freaking jerk! sakusa kiyoomi i swear to god i'm going to murder you!"

except... you didn't quite do that. after cursing and killing sakusa in your head for five minutes straight, you felt compelled to actually see through his demands. what kind of witchcraft does he involve himself in? anyway, you ended up buying his godforsaken milk and are now enroute to his apartment that was quite frankly, quite a bit away from yours.  ah, the lengths you do for love and sakusa's devilishly charming appeal. when you do finally arrive at his doorstep, you were sure that your temperature would be around subzero but that's okay. so long as you get sakusa his goddamn milk, right?

now, after all that effort, you would expect that sakusa would give you, at the bare minimum, a thank-you tiny smile or even a long-distance peck but no. you received a spray of lysol in your face and a demand that you strip and wash yourself. it was understandable, for safety reasons, but he could have been nicer. begrudgingly, you followed your extremely loveable, soft, and beautifully rude but still caring boyfriend that you are mad crazy about.

after finishing your bath, you expected to be murdered or something but instead, you were pleasantly surprised as you see a slightly flustered sakusa lifting his arms for a hug and a very inviting cup of hot cocoa on the coffee table and really, who are you to refuse? even god wouldn't. so as any sane human being, you ran into his arms, taking in his scent, fresh linen with hints of faded scented alcohol, and purred. your bedroom was nothing compared to this. as sakusa's warmth enveloped you, your frustration about the whole scenario faded into nothing. no amount of tire would ever be equal to the satisfaction of being held close against his very soft hoodie and his beating heart.

"i missed you," normally, you would never hear such words from the big man himself but i suppose the distance could break even the strongest people. god fucking damn it all. you're a simp for sakusa and you were sure as hell proud of it, "i heard from your friends that you liked hot cocoa so i made you one. but... i ran out of milk."

for the first time that night, you smiled, "that's fine. i'll buy a million cartons of milk in the cold if it'll lead me close to you."

sakusa x reader - “memory”

genre: fluff

word count: 546

warnings: none

by the time you woke up, the bed was already missing the warmth of sakusa's body. you felt cold, and a little lonely despite the sunlight that slipped through the window that was left ajar. feet finding themselves on the floorboards that creaked with the added weight, you moved to face the gentle breeze that caressed your skin ever so gently in this clear blue day.

"i don't remember leaving the window open yesterday," you mused as you began your morning routine. a light feeling flowing through your bones as you started the day with a subtle smile on your face.

"—and i certainly didn't brew myself a cup of coffee in the middle of the night," you giggled, a little giddy as you reheated the coffee as instructed by the precise words left on a bright yellow post-it.

quiet, blunt, and distant; sakusa was never the type to open up about himself. it was a wonder that you managed to break through his thoroughly maintained words but you did. years later, he was still the same if not just a little bit more affectionate with his actions. never the one to mutter sweet love songs or profess his undying devotion to you, sakusa still found ways to make sure you knew he loved you like a man deprived of it.

when you could not, he remembers.

it has been about a month since you told him you had trouble waking up in the mornings but the light of the day never fails to do so. on days he could not stay to wake you up himself, he leaves the windows slightly open just enough to wake you before you chastise yourself for sleeping in.

it has been a year since you told him how you liked your coffee. on days he could not greet you with a cup in bed, he brews your cup of caffeine, exactly how you like it, and leaves it in the coffee maker with a little note to remind you to warm it up again.

it has been a year and a half since you told him what your favorite animal was. on days he was far away, the little plush toy he gave you a month back in your anniversary keeps you company so you wouldn't miss him too much. it never works as you end up missing him even more.

it has been two years since you missed a date because you were busy completing your job assignment. on days you found yourself deeply buried with work, you would wake up the following day with more room to breathe and a mysterious text that demands you to take care of your health more.

it has been five years since you told him you liked the glass clock that you saw while walking home from your first date together. on days he stayed behind for a few more hours of practice, you would stare at the clock that hung on your wall, a specially made one that mimicked the one you could not afford when you were still in high school.

your man was never the type to mutter sweet love songs or profess his undying devotion to you but he remembers and you wouldn't have it any other way.