AS WE KNOW IT ─ Sakusa Kiyoomi.
001. A trip to Brazil? Fantastic. A group vacation to visit Hinata Shōyō? Even better. But, that’s not your only plan for this trip - you’re insistent on learning how to touch a man, hoping that your best friend, Sakusa Kiyoomi, would teach you.
However, you never anticipated falling in love with said best friend.
002. cw: smut (mdni), unprotected sex, cursing, fingering, mentions of alcohol and drinking, mentions of clubbing, slight love triangle (not really), thoughts of unrequited feelings (not really unrequited), slight size kink, slight corruption kink, reader is referred to as “girl and she”, so fem afab reader
003. w/c: 12.7k (this is my magnum opus wow) | I simply adore this story. it’s a mishmash of some of my favorite tropes, and I sincerely hope you all enjoy it! I literally have spent weeks on this, and I’m truly truly so proud of it!!
tagging: @izu-fi @satorhime @atsumeii
Sakusa Kiyoomi wonders if he’s died and gone to hell.
Or, more appropriately, heaven.
He doesn’t exactly recall how his second night in Brazil ended up like this: you - his sweet, innocent best friend - standing in front of him, shyly pulling off your top as you face him.
“Teach me?” you ask, eyes wide and desperate as you corner Sakusa on his bed. His eyes are wide, leaning against the mattress with his legs spread a bit more hopeful than he would like to admit. At the sight of you in just a bra, a rushed feeling of adrenaline washes over his body in waves, causing his heart to pound furiously against his ribcage. His head swims and he swears that the room is spinning when you step closer to him, simultaneously knocking him out of his surprise and sucking the air out of his lungs.
“Teach me how to love you,” you repeat, running your hands up his arms.
“We can’t do this,” Sakusa breathes out distractedly, again wondering how you ended up in this situation.
But that’s a lie. He knows how you ended up in this situation, and he can hardly bring himself to regret it.
It all started with a little trip to Brazil, and a night on the beach that jumpstarted his entire future with you.
Your first day in Brazil starts off in your hotel room.
The hotel room that you’ll be sharing with Sakusa Kiyoomi.
You sigh at a recent memory - you were all so excited to come and visit Hinata in Brazil, your small friend group having missed him dearly over these past few months. Therefore, you suppose you could deal with the travel fatigue for Hinata’s sake. Besides, the hotel-roommate situation could’ve been worse: you could’ve ended up with Kuroo or Bokuto, having to deal with their insufferable snoring.
The thought has you biting your lip in distaste, coming to the conclusion that sharing a room with your best friend is preferable.
“Everything okay?” Sakusa asks, making his way past you in the doorframe. He shoulders his bag and yours, nudging your arm with a playful grin and prolonged eye contact. You smile back, but begin to protest as Saksua makes his way to his preferred bed - which just so happened to be the one you were going to choose.
“Hey!” you fuss, slapping your hands on your thighs when Sakusa promptly flops face-down onto the neat bed. He groans in pleasure, stretching his long legs after the lengthy flight. The bags fall from his grip as he closes his eyes, and you cross your arms and cock your head in amusement.
“Finders, keepers,” Sakusa reasons, grinning at you with a lazy smile as you scowl cutely at him.
“You know,” you begin, crossing the room to open the white curtains and blinds. Greeted by the beautiful Brazilian coastline, feelings of excitement course through your body at the smell of fresh flowers and the beach. When you turn your head to glance back at Sakusa, you smirk. “You’re getting germs all over your bed with those airport clothes on.”
All Sakusa does is let out another groan - this one a bit more annoyed than the previous at your reminder.
“I’m so tired right now, I don’t even think I care,” Sakusa relents, relaxing his body on the plush mattress as you snort. Making your way around the bed, you flick Sakusa’s head before curiously peeking your head into the bathroom, exploring the nice hotel room.
“Ow,” he states with a glare, and you just barely manage to dodge a suddenly flying pillow. Ducking behind the bathroom door, you flick on the lights to admire the luxurious bathtub.
“You missed,” you tease in a singsong voice, running your hand over the white marbled countertop. You smile at the expensive hotel samples - already recognizing a few costly name-brand soaps and shampoos. This trip is going to be so much fun.
“So much for that impeccable aim,” you joke under your breath, already fiddling with the water faucets and messing with the fancy soaps.
“Hey, this bath is really nice!” you exclaim, feeling giddy at the fact that you’re in a luxurious hotel in Brazil, surrounded by your best friends on a trip to see your other best friend. It’s been hard not having Hinata around - a strain that you know your friend group also struggles with. But you all know how hard he’s worked to make his way to Brazil and are incredibly proud of all his accomplishments. A fond smile makes its way onto your features, a simple happiness and bubbling anticipation rising inside you at the prospect of seeing him again.
However, you have another plan for this trip, and the reminder has your heart suddenly pounding in your chest.
A plan to finally learn how to love a man in the most intimate ways possible.
And you hope that man will be Sakusa.
“Oh yeah?” Sakusa pops his head in, glancing at the freestanding marble bathtub and quietly appraising it. Glancing at you, Sakusa chuckles at the childlike astonishment and enthusiasm bubbling off of you. “Wanna try it out together?”
Despite his obviously teasing tone, you feel like your heart could burst out of your throat. Your words catch on your tongue, and the anxiety makes it a bit more challenging to breathe as you try closing your eyes, attempting to take a deep breath.
When you do, you shoot him a glare, turning off the faucets and wiping your hands on your shorts. His gaze meets yours in the mirror when you stand, and Sakusa swears he can feel slight nerves radiating off of you in waves.
“You okay?” Sakusa parrots from earlier, growing a bit concerned when you don’t immediately respond with a snarky comeback. Furrowing his brows, Sakusa is suddenly afraid he took his joke a bit too far.
You attempt to gather yourself, building up some kind of snarky retort, until a knock from the door rescues you from having to answer him. Following him out of the bathroom, you’re greeted by an exuberant Bokuto and Kuroo.
Already, they’re bouncing off the walls, and you have half a mind to corral them before they break something expensive.
“We come bearing gifts!” Bokuto shouts, earning a swift smack on the head from someone behind him. You eye Kuroo suspiciously as he simply stands there, an obnoxious smile on his face when he merely shrugs at you. They seem to be blocking said “gift,” and curiosity gets the better of you when you try to crane your head to get a better look, before you suddenly hear a familiar voice.
“That’s kinda mean, calling me a ‘gift’ and all, don’t you think?” Hinata states good-naturedly, nudging his way past Kuroo and Bokuto to greet you.
Giddiness and excitement fill you at the sight of your old friend, and you can’t help the loud squeal that flies past your lips when he opens his arms for you.
Throwing yourself into his arms, you don’t miss the exaggerated huff Hinata lets out before he happily returns the embrace. His arms wind tightly around you, pulling you closer as he lets out a loud laugh. You simply hug him close, attempting to convey the excitement and joy you feel at seeing him again.
Burying your face in his chest, you smile brightly, closing your eyes as Sakusa starts protesting from behind you. You can’t really bring yourself to care, and you know your friends missed Hinata just as much as you.
“All right, all right. Let’s not crowd him, please,” Sakusa complains, a tight feeling striking his heart as the sight of Hinata enveloping you in his arms. It’s a painful sensation, and he knows exactly where it stems from; it hurts even more to see you so happily tucked away in his embrace, and Sakusa feels guilty at the unexpected revelation that he wishes it was him embracing you like that.
“You’re monopolizing him!” Bokuto shouts, his voice loud and obnoxious as he knocks you out of Hinata’s arms. Quickly taking over, Bokuto shoots you a playful glare as you merely smile at him.
You meet up with the rest of your group, greeting Atsumu, Ushijima, and Kageyama in the hotel lobby. Hinata guides you to a nice local restaurant, and you don’t think you’ve ever felt happier or more at ease. Your friend insists on outdoor seating, leading your large group to crowd around an almost too-small wooden picnic table on the eatery’s outdoor patio. Loud laughter echoes around you as you place your drink orders, a plethora of different fruity smoothies and bubbly alcohols to tide your giddy emotions.
The entire moment is heightened with happiness, forming a small bubble around your friend group as you catch up. The smell of the beach causes your smiles to grow wider, sipping on sweet drinks and stealing fries off each other’s plates. The teal paint of the picnic table chips off underneath your nail, and the cool breeze fights against the heat of the bright sun beaming down on you.
Surrounded by your friends, don’t think you’ve ever been happier in your entire life.
As they continue to chatter, exchanging greetings, stories, and hugs, you silently study Hinata. The Brazilian air seems to have agreed with him - he’s much taller, with tanned skin and more built muscles than you remembered. His bright orange hair is a bit shorter, a charming smile on his features as he laughs at something Atsumu says. Despite his eyes being slightly hidden by dark sunglasses perched stylishly on his nose, you can see the cheerfulness that swims in them, overwhelmed at having his friends in his new home. The confidence that oozes off of him is attractive, you realize, and it has your breath hitching in your chest when he makes eye contact with you.
It is intense, and it feels as if everyone else disappears - you can’t feel Sakusa’s shoulder brushing against yours, or hear Kuroo’s spitting laughter as Kageyama’s relays his unfortunate airport experience. All you can focus on is Hinata Shōyõ and how his eyes latch onto yours, grinning with mirth as a small smirk makes its way onto his face. It causes your palms to bead with sweat, a warm feeling taking over your face when he refuses to break eye contact. You feel sheepish, starting to get embarrassed as Hinata takes a short sip of his drink, licking his lips when he pulls away and now you can only focus on how soft his lips suddenly look and -
“Hello! Earth to Hinata!” Bokuto shoves his arm, displeased at his lack of attention. The disruption has you and Hinata snapping out of your daze, and Hinata simply laughs before diving into another long-winded story.
With shaky fingers, you snatch one of Sakusa’s fries, eyes darting down to focus on the chipping paint on the table. Your heart still pounds furiously, and you can’t fight the confusion that suddenly rises inside of you. Furrowing your brows, you take a trembling breath, utterly unaware of a pair of dark eyes from a certain man sitting next to you, latched onto your every reaction.
꒰ ა ♡ ໒ ꒱
Your second afternoon in Brazil starts off at the beach.
A shadow suddenly disrupts Sakusa’s peaceful sunbathing, the slight darkness of it covering his body in a cool shade. His brows furrow at the intrusion, a scowl tugging at his features as he throws an arm over his face. It is painful to adjust to the new lighting, and having just gotten used to the bright Brazilian sun, his annoyance is even more pronounced.
“Are you going to lie there all day? Or actually come and have some fun?” he hears a voice admonish him, exasperation coating their words.
When his eyes adjust, Sakusa feels comfortable enough to lower his hand, a slight smirk on his lips at the sight of you in front of him. Your arms are crossed, brow raised in a question as you wait for an appropriate response. Almost comically, Sakusa watches as your foot impatiently taps against the warm sand, causing a teasing chuckle to bubble up in his chest.
Shifting on the wooden sunlounger, Sakusa relaxes against the orange cushions once again.
“Probably lie here all day,” he responds honestly, crossing his arms behind his head to lean against them. The playful smirk lilting his lips is a bit uncharacteristic for him - all the more reason for you to enjoy this moment.
“Well, that’s boring,” you state, still seeking a bit of shade as a reprieve from the blinding sun.
Sakusa merely glances at you, brows quirking in amusement. “I’m a boring guy,” he retorts.
At his obvious falsity, you uncross your arms, letting your head fall back as laughter spills past your lips.
“That’s a lie,” humor grazes your words.
“Only to you,” his words are teasing.
The sky is a vibrant blue - not a cloud in the sky, as the sun’s rays threaten to blind you all. However, the ocean’s sparkling water is refreshing as it washes over your skin, cooling the heat with a blissful, soothing touch. Laughter bubbles around the private beach area, a group of boys running around, splashing each other, drinking, and getting into their own kind of trouble.
You feel as if you are on cloud nine - a fruity drink buzzing in your system, beautiful flowers blooming in lush bushes around the pure sand, surrounded by the ocean and your greatest friends. Hinata’s bubbly voice rises among the chaos, yelling something about a turtle that promptly piques Bokuto’s and Atsumu’s attention.
Peering your head over your shoulder, you catch a glimpse of the trio crashing into the water, excitement pumping their every movement.
You can’t help the fond smile that makes its way onto your face, happy at finally being reunited with the redhead. Knowing how much everyone missed Hinata only makes this vacation more precious, knowing that your time with your old friend is limited.
The nostalgia that washes over you is unexpected and instantaneous and causes a bittersweet feeling to kiss the edges of your emotions. Now that you are all older - finished with high school and pursuing your lives as adults - you learned that these minuscule moments are priceless. Sooner, rather than later, your tiny group would be separated again; Hinata would have to stay in Brazil to further pursue his professional volleyball career, you would return to Japan, and everyone would go about their own lives.
You long to keep your friends together, all wrapped in a comforting bubble of companionship; you wish for it more than anything.
It is a bittersweet revelation, but one that is gently soothed by the calming breeze that kisses your cheeks and the nape of your neck.
A breathy chuckle from the sun lounger has you drawing your attention back to Sakusa. Again, the picture of him has your breath catching in your throat - he really is a sight for sore eyes.
Despite what happened earlier with Hinata, you know your heart lies with Sakusa. Honestly, it feels like betrayal from your heart. Out of all the men in the world, you had to fall in love with your best friend? It’s a painful thing, you realize, to be in love with someone when you’re sure they don't love you back. It constantly makes you feel guilty, but you were determined to confess to him during this trip.
When you allow your eyes to trail over his features, you only start to feel more flustered. The white linen shirt is missing a few buttons on the top, allowing his tanned skin to peek through. You can see a few freckles and moles dotting the muscled skin, and with his arms crossed behind his head, you can see every ripple of his toned biceps as he flexes them slightly. His dark, wavy hair looks a bit windswept from the nice breeze and so soft that you can’t help but feel the urge to curl your fingers through it. His swim trunks have a cute little drawstring on them, and you’re shocked at the sudden desire to kneel in front of him, untie the neat bow, and run your fingers along -
“...are you even listening to me?”
Sakusa’s slightly annoyed tone breaks you out of your reverie, a heat flushing through your body at having been caught staring.
“Honestly?” you manage to reply smoothly, and you smile to yourself at having pulled off the calm and collected routine. Moving to sit down next to him, you relish at how the sand feels soft and warm underneath your toes and fingers. “No, I wasn’t.”
A glare from Sakusa causes you to shoot an apologetic grin in his direction, leaning back on your elbows to bask in the slight shade from the area. “Sorry.”
But the mischievous lilt to your apology only has Sakusa rolling his eyes. “That didn’t sound very genuine,” he complains.
You’re amused by this interaction, enjoying how Sakusa seems legitimately pouty at your confession. Wanting to pull more of those reactions from him, you continue.
“Probably because it wasn’t,” you laugh, a light sound that corresponds with a sweet breeze. With it comes the scent of fresh fruits and flowers, and you close your eyes to take in the peaceful moment. You still feel a bit flustered at seeing Sakusa in such a relaxed state, your heart pounding traitorously against your ribcage.
When he adjusts his head, still resting on his arms, the thin linen shirt he wears rides up a bit on his stomach. Your eyes are immediately drawn to his tanned abs, to the little divets that lead to a tantalizing v-line only serving to tease you further.
“You’re just trying to break my heart, aren’t you?” Sakusa concedes, attempting to hide the smidgen of truth in his words as he runs a large hand through his black waves. Again, you find your eyes following his every movement, almost entranced at how he brushes his messy curls out of his face. The little moles just above his eyebrow are visible now - those piercing eyes focused on your strange silence.
Little does he know, that was the last thing you were trying to do.
“Got you speechless?” he teases, his hand falling from his hair to relax on the armrest. Sakusa’s dark eyes glint with a playful charm as he tilts his head in your direction. Not wanting him to get the better of you, protestations start to rise on your tongue, but your throat chokes up when you meet his gaze.
When your eyes catch each other’s, the tension between you turns thick, and your heart begins to pound at how Sakusa seems to stare through you. You watch as Sakusa’s eyes rake down your figure, tracing over your body clad only in a skimpy bikini; you don’t miss how his fingers tighten around the armrest of his chair, his body unconsciously moving towards you, appreciatively.
The air feels as if it’s tinged with electricity, rushing over your arms until goosebumps form. While your heart feels as if it’s about to burst, you can’t bring yourself to break the heated eye contact; his eyes are dark and passionate, and it feels deliciously intoxicating to have his attention on you.
Sakusa makes you feel lightheaded and dizzy, and you attempt to corral your wandering thoughts by crossing your arms over your chest to hold your knees close to your body. However, all this does is press your breasts together, the soft swell of them pushing up against your delicate bikini top. Sakusa’s eyes are instantly transfixed at the sight, dark eyes becoming a bit darker as you shy away from his ardent gaze.
Adrenaline bubbles up in your stomach, and though Sakusa would never admit it to you, he is just as equally affected. His usual clear thoughts feel hazy as he drowns in you, your embarrassed expressions giving away more than you would want.
When you look away, thoroughly sheepish, your eyes fall to his thighs - thick with muscles and tensing slightly as he sits up, swinging his legs over the side of the sunlounger to lean towards you. Pressing his hands to his knees, Sakusa still manages to dwarf over you, his tall stature almost intimidating as you sit on the ground before him.
His turning his full attention towards you has you finally breaking free of your intense reverie. Your surroundings flood back to you, the laughter and chatter of your friends splashing in the water making you realize where you are. Wrestling with yourself over your feuding emotions for your two best friends, you attempt to shove down your sudden wave of lust for the tall volleyball player. You ground yourself, and when you feel appropriately calmed down after a few seconds, your spirited grin finally returns.
“You wish,” you finally retaliate, the teasing smirk doing nothing to hide your true emotions.
You both know your answer is false; you both know you make each other speechless.
A hesitant look crosses over Sakusa’s face, and his eyes flick down to your lips before he continues. “You know -”
However, a sprinting Kuroo and Bokuto suddenly disrupts your game of back-and-forth, loud yells from the two men alarming you both. They chase each other animatedly, and you squeal when they shove between you two; however, your cries of irritation are drowned out by ringing laughter. They kick up sand when they run between you and Sakusa, almost knocking you over as Sakusa curses and leans away from them.
“Can’t you two watch where you’re going?” Sakusa shouts after them, ruffling his hair to get any excess sand out. He is promptly ignored as they continue chasing each other, soon joined by Ushijima.
“Nope,” Hinata makes his way over to you and Sakusa, popping the ‘p’ as he nurses some kind of orange drink. “You know they can’t.”
Sighing, you attempt to get comfortable again, a frown decorating your features at the sand now stuck in your bathing suit. Hinata crosses his legs as he sits next to you, nudging you playfully to draw a smile from you.
Sakusa feels distaste crawl up his back at the sweet smile you shoot your friend, his face pulling into a scowl as he takes a deep breath.
Looking up, you don’t notice Sakusa’s change in demeanor, but you do notice how Atsumu begins to pout from the other side of the sun lounger. He jogs towards you, a contagious smile overtaking his smile as he tugs on Sakusa’s ear.
“What’re we talkin’ about?” he asks when he forces Sakusa to scoot over, sitting next to him on the sunlounger. With a slight grumble of annoyance, Sakusa moves to one side of the beach chair, glaring at Atsumu as he does so.
“Make yourself at home, why don’t you?” Sakusa frowns, but you can tell his tone is full of enjoyment as he rubs his ear. Atsumu merely shrugs, leaning back as he smirks in mirth.
“We were just talking about Bokuto and Kuroo causing trouble,” Hinata explains good-naturedly, taking a sip of his drink as he does so. Holding in a laugh at the sight, Hinata looks at you with a raised brow.
“Nothing!” you exclaim, holding your palms out in defense.
Sakusa interrupts you, pride exuding from him at the knowledge that only he knows all your tells. “(Y/N) thinks it’s funny that your drink matches your hair.”
Hinata looks martyred, looking at you pointedly for an explanation. Letting your mouth fall open in betrayal, you sputter indignantly before pointing at Sakusa.
“Don’t go putting words in my mouth!”
“But that’s what you were thinking, wasn’t it?” Atsumu adds, his shoulders shaking with laughter.
Thoroughly annoyed by the duo, you grasp onto a clump of sand, sloppily hurling at the two men in front of you.
“Well that’s no fair,” Atsumu cries, dodging the handful of sand and knocking into Sakusa at the same time.
“Aww - you two lay off. You’re making her mad,” Hinata defends you, setting his half-full drink to the side and extending his arms. “Come here!”
You pout playfully, letting Hinata draw you into a warm hug as he semi-comforts you. You smile pointedly at Atsumu and Sakusa, settling your head on the other boy’s tanned shoulder before blissfully closing your eyes.
What you don’t catch is Sakusa’s eyes narrowing at the sight, leaning back and crossing his arms as he bites at his bottom lip.
“So!” Kuroo slumps down next to you, amiably throwing an arm around your shoulders as he pulls you away from Hinata. A short cry of ‘hey!’ is ignored by the taller man as he takes a deep swig of water.
“Here to apologize?” Sakusa asks, a frustrated tone in his words.
For the life of you, you can’t figure out why.
Next to you, Hinata pouts. “You took (Y/N) away from me,” he frowns, jabbing Kuroo in the side.
Kuroo swiftly evades it, leaning away so far that he begins to fall. With his arms around you, you’re brought down with him, exclamations falling past your lips as you crash to the hot sand.
“Hey!” you yell, feeling crushed in Kuroo’s tight embrace as he rolls you over in the sand.
“Geez, Kuroo. Be more careful,” Atsumu chides, leaning down to snatch Hinata’s drink from him. Again, Hinata’s protestations are ignored.
“We all want time with (Y/N)!” Kuroo explains to Hinata’s previous statement, grinning as you wriggle in his large arms.
“Get off,” a gruff voice responds.
Sakusa leans down to untangle Kuroo’s arms from around your trapped body, and you spare him an appreciative look as he sits back down next to Atsumu.
“What’re we doin’ tonight?” Atsumu asks, gleefully finishing off Hinata’s drink.
“I wanna do something fun!” Bokuto yells, suddenly sinking to a spot next to Hinata on the sand. You lean your head back on Hinata’s shoulder, missing the feeling of his warm skin pressed to your cheek as you close your eyes. “You always wanna do something fun,” you murmur, fatigue washing over you as you settle against the taller boy.
Kuroo is the only one who sees Sakusa’s splitting gaze.
“Well, we could go to this club?” Hinata offers, and you feel comforted by the feeling of his body moving when he talks.
“Bokuto and Kuroo in a club? Because that’s a great idea,” Kageyama’s voice perks up, and he soon sits down. You feel like your group is complete when he throws an arm around Hinata, and, therefore you.
Sakusa swears he’s going to have a heart attack.
“Ooo, no, that sounds like fun!” you add, defending Hinata. You can basically feel how he glows with delight at your slight praise, his arm shouldering around your back.
“You guys know I’m always down for clubbing,” Atsumu states, gaining sounds of affirmation from everyone else.
“We know,” you all manage to chorus simultaneously, drawing laughter that shifts through the sweet air as Atsumu grumbles sheepishly.
“Well then, it’s settled,” Hinata states, excitement exuding his words as he stands up, suddenly swinging you around in his arms. Your loud squeals are all that can be heard, a bright smile accompanying your sounds as your head falls back in laughter. Hinata dances you around the beach, and your other friends only feed into the contagious happiness that bubbles off you.
“Let’s go clubbing!” Bokuto cries, pumping his fist as he drags Kuroo and Ushijima into the water once more.
Again, Sakusa can only watch you spin in Hinata’s arms, and an emotion he finally realizes as jealousy rearing its ugly head.
꒰ ა ♡ ໒ ꒱
Your second evening in Brazil starts off at an outdoor club, the sun bleeding into the sky behind you.
Swirls of oranges, reds, yellows, and blues mix with the darkening sky, and as you nurse a drink of similar colors, all you can feel is bliss.
The music is loud and thrumming across the wooden dancefloor, the crashing of the ocean waves wholly drowned out by the pounding bass. You lean against the fancy bar, the intoxicating alcohol buzzing sweetly in your system as giddiness bubbles inside your chest. The warm lights from numerous candles and a simple chandelier cast shadows across your body, swaying delightfully next to Hinata.
“That’s enough of that,” Hinata mouths against your ear, briskly snatching your alcoholic drink out of your grasp. His warm breath causes shivers to spread down your neck, and when you tilt your head to look at him, your tipsy mind doesn’t seem to notice how close he suddenly is.
However, Hinata notices. His gaze darkens and he swallows thickly, quickly enamored with the way your eyes catch his. His head starts to spin when you lean against him, a teasing grin tugging at your lips when you notice how his breath hitches in his throat.
“That’s mean! I’m perfectly fine!” you exclaim, shaking your head as you reach for your drink again. Hinata gathers his composure, pushing down his true feelings as he smirks at you.
“You’re fine now,” he starts, eyeing your drink before downing the little bit left. He ignores your protests, setting it on the bar behind him before turning back to you. “If you keep drinking like that, you won’t be.”
You pout at his words, despite their truth. However, you have to agree with him: you want to keep the happy buzz you feel now - not get completely drunk.
“Boo, you’re no fun.”
Hinata snorts, grabbing a bottle of water and shoving it in your hands. “Please. You love me,” he retorts, distractedly watching as Kuroo and Atsumu swing back some kind of shot, taking note of the damage he’ll have to corral tonight.
Rolling your eyes, you take a deep swig of water, allowing its coolness to wash away the sweetness of the alcohol coating your tongue.
Smiling happily, you watch your friends as they have fun. Most of them are on the dance floor, being pulled in by attractive people, all vying for the attention of the athletes. Some of them are at the bar with you and Hinata, and you note with a disgruntled mumble that he isn’t trying to take their drinks.
It earns you a small laugh, and you can’t help but grin in return as he fiddles with a stray straw.
Your goal for this trip was to reunite with Hinata, taking in the love of your friends as you celebrate all of his accomplishments. You’d been looking forward to it for months, and your newfound feelings weren’t going to change that.
Except for the fact that you had another plan for this trip, and your nerves come tumbling back with a ferocious force.
It was a stupid thing, really, that led you to this point; simple curiosities about how to love a man - how to please a man. However, it was a ‘stupid thing’ that invaded your mind and hasn’t escaped, so you figured this trip would be the perfect place to learn.
Sensing your shift in moods, Hinata carefully pulls you to his side, tucking your head under his chin as he wraps his arm around your shoulder. His heart soars when you nuzzle into his touch, making it even worse when he sees Sakusa making his way towards you.
Hinata isn’t blind - he may be frustrated by his own feelings for you, but it doesn’t cloud his judgment. Everyone can see how completely enamored Sakusa is with you - his eyes follow your every movement, his cheeks flush when you speak to him, and he takes every opportunity to be close to you. You’ve been best friends with him for years, and it seems as if everyone knows of his love for you.
Before he left for Brazil, Hinata came to a realization: you were blind to his affections, and even more blind when it came to Sakusa’s love.
“Mind if I steal our favorite girl?” Sakusa asks, shouldering up next to you and reaching for your hand. Hinata knows you miss just how true Sakusa’s words are as a sweet giggle makes its way to his ears, and he attempts to shove down the slight contempt that threatens his features.
And in that moment, Hinata finally relents; he knows that even if it’s not him who gets to make you happy, all he cares about is that you’re happy.
“Sure. Go have fun,” he nudges, shooting a knowing smile to Sakusa as the tall man grips onto your hand, dragging you to the dance floor.
“Where are we going?” you whisper to him, giggling as Sakusa expertly makes his way through the throngs of people. Again, you find yourself admiring just how tall and strong he is, easily towering over you as he glances at you over his shoulder.
“You’ll see,” he simply states, moving until you’re at the edge of the dancefloor. You’re closest to the water this way, a simple stone’s throw away from the relaxed waves as Sakusa takes you into his arms.
The group of people thins at the edge of the dancefloor, but Sakusa would rather die than miss the opportunity to pull you tighter into his embrace. His hands grip your hips, and you shiver as you feel the heat of his palms searing through your thin dress. Looking up at him from underneath your lashes, you smile at Sakusa’s lazy grin as your hands tighten around his muscular biceps.
While the group of people around you is no longer suffocating, the breath feels as if it’s been stolen from your lungs when he leans down, brushing his lips over the curve of your ear.
“Having fun?” he merely questions, pulling away as his gaze flickers to your lips. Sakusa licks his own as he feels the desire pooling inside him, enraptured with the feeling of you so small in his arms.
You shyly duck your head against his chest at his intense gaze, allowing him to tuck you into the crook of his neck. His arms come around your waist to hug you as you start to sway, ignoring the fast-paced beat of the music. “’F course, Sakusa. You know I always have fun with you,” you murmur, closing your eyes as you sink into his warmth. He smells so good, and you’re so surrounded by everything Sakusa that it makes your head spin.
A chuckle reverberates through his chest, and you take comfort in how his body moves against yours. “Why do you keep calling me ‘Sakusa’?” he asks, his tone only slightly joking.
When you were younger, you would happily call him any nickname your mind could come up with. When you got a bit older, you started going along with Atsumu, calling Sakusa every iteration of his name. However, these past few months, you’ve gone back to calling him the more formal ‘Sakusa,’ something that significantly troubles him.
“Say my name,” he demands, his gaze suddenly more intense than you used to as he peers down at you.
For some reason, it feels different than when you used to say his name. New feelings swirl in your chest, causing your throat to close up as you attempt to mutter out his name.
“K-Kiyoomi,” you whisper shyly, and your best friend almost misses it over the loudness of the music. He leans his head down, pulling you back until his eyes gaze into yours. Feeling the need to tease you, a rare mischievous grin makes its way onto his face.
“Say it again.”
You freeze against him, his eyes swimming with mirth as he messes with you. Your heart thunders in your chest so much that you’re sure Sakusa can feel it, yet he doesn’t make any move towards you.
The need to hear you say his given name almost consumes him, and Sakusa knows it’s bad to feel turned on simply by the sound of one of his best friends saying his name. However, when you look so cute and shy underneath his intense gaze, how can he stop his cock from hardening in his beach shorts?
“Kiyoomi,” you state, a bit more confident than last time.
The two of you have stopped dancing, and Sakusa’s fingers twitch against your waist as his cock throbs with need. He knows he shouldn’t feel like this – you’re one of his oldest friends, and he cherishes that friendship deeply. The guilt that builds in his heart is even worse considering how obviously Hinata is crushing on you, and the last thing he wants to do is hurt anyone.
But he can’t ignore these feelings he’s had for years – not with the way you’re innocently looking up at him.
“Wanna do something fun?” he merely whispers conspiratorially, giving in to his emotions and wants. Sakusa’s eyes sparkle with mischievousness as you look up at him, only pausing a moment before nodding happily. You trust him, and with the thick tension that mounts in the air, all you want to do is be alone with him.
A few minutes later, you find yourselves inches from the water, watching with wide eyes as Sakusa starts to shrug off his white shirt. Your eyes cling to every inch of skin, mouth almost falling open at the smooth planes of muscle he reveals to you. Even under the soft moonlight, he looks absolutely gorgeous, and all you can do is wring your wrists as butterflies erupt in your chest.
His eyes rake down your figure as you hurriedly move to join him, closing your eyes and ignoring the nerves that threaten to overwhelm you. Tugging your thin dress off, you’re thankful that you decided to wear a bikini under the fabric when it pools at your feet.
“Wow,” is all Sakusa murmurs, and you snap your head up to meet his gaze. It is heavy and intense, his eyes darkening as they glide along your body. An unfamiliar feeling starts to build inside of you, one that so closely resembles love that it scares you. Sakusa is your best friend - you didn’t intend to fall in love with him.
But maybe that idea was becoming more and more welcome in your mind.
You start to feel shy, and, taking a deep breath, you hold out your hand.
Maybe Sakusa could teach more than just how to touch a man.
“We goin’ or what?” you tease, smiling widely at him and his distracted gaze. Your words cause Sakusa to snap out of his distracted reverie, and he grins when he slides his palm in your hand.
“I dunno, I might wanna do something else now,” he jokes, his gaze pointedly moving down his body until you playfully smack his arm. He winces, but the grin is still wide on his face as you pull him into the water.
You gasp when the waves wash over your ankles, taking in the blissful feeling of the water’s coolness. It feels euphoric as you continue making your way into the water, Sakusa’s grip firm around you the entire time. You continue until the water is at your chest, Sakusa still towering over you as he turns to face you.
His sudden proximity feels even better than the water, the waves lapping against your body as Sakusa leans toward you. They cause you to sway, a bit unbalanced with the unusual feeling of the tide pushing and pulling you.
“Whoa there,” Sakusa smiles quietly, taking the opportunity to wrap his arms around your waist. He pulls you close to his body, and you shiver when you feel the heat emanating from him. You bring your hand to rest on his pale chest, gently looking up when he swallows thickly at your touch. It is curious, your fingers padding along the freckles that dot his skin as you look at him with wide eyes. He can hardly bear it as the tension builds, and he holds his breath as his heart pounds in his chest.
“(Y/N)…” Sakusa murmurs, his voice a warning, but for who? He doesn’t know.
Time seems to stop as he caresses your cheek, his gaze lingering on your features as you lean into his touch. His thumb brushes your cheekbone, your body arching against his until your chest is pressed against his. Sakusa can feel the way your nipples harden through the flimsy fabric of your bikini top, and the rush of emotions he feels shoots straight to his cock.
All he wants to do is ignore the rational side of him: he wants to ignore the fact that kissing you right now could ruin everything – years of friendship down the drain. It is a feeling that fights inside him, pushing and pulling until it rages like a nauseous storm in his gut. All he wants to do is hold you in his arms, take in the feeling of your body pressed close to his and your lips on his skin.
He fights with himself, dark eyes flitting back and forth from your eyes to your lips. His grip around your waist tightens as he leans down, allowing his lips to just barely graze yours. Sakusa swallows, attempting to shove down the nerves that threaten to suffocate him as you nod – an action so small and simple that he could almost miss it.
Leaning down, Sakusa relishes how your hands curiously curl around his neck, pulling him closer to you until you’re mere centimeters apart. You’re so close that one move would cause you to kiss, and the feeling is addicting. Sakusa swears that he’s drunk – despite not having a drop of alcohol all night. It’s with a shocking revelation that he realizes it’s you - you’re addicting, pulling him in until all Sakusa can think about is you.
It takes everything in him to focus, head swimming with thoughts of you, you, you - as he presses you closer to his wet body. Sakusa’s heart picks up in speed as you curl into him. His grip moves to the nape of your neck, and while you can feel the strength behind his actions, he is still so gentle and loving with every touch.
Your breath hitches at his proximity, your fingers playing with the short hair at the nape of his neck. Arousal courses through his body as the waves try to cool your heated embrace, and he can feel your body’s response is similar to his own as your hardened nipples strain against the flimsy fabric of your bikini.
And Sakusa is seconds away from giving in – he can taste the way your lips slant over yours, moving closer and closer and ignoring his previous inhibitions –
Until a shout from the beach scares you both, jumping away from each other as Bokuto continues shouting for you two to come over with the rest of them. Sakusa catches something about a drinking game, and he groans at the knowledge that he’ll now be occupied for the rest of the night.
With one last fleeting glance and a distracted smile, Sakusa offers you his hand, almost scared that you won’t accept it.
But of course you do, just as you always have, and you two make your way back up the beach to your friends – the moment you shared now a sweet secret, the only witnesses being the night sky and the calming ocean.
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Your second night in Brazil starts off differently than you expected.
You attempt to catch your breath as you lean against the marble countertops in your bathroom, sucking in gasping breaths of air to steel yourself. Your fingers tighten around the edge of the white sink, and you let your head fall forward as your mind swims with hesitancies.
After you and Sakusa joined the rest of your friends again, you could barely keep your eyes off each other. You knew what was about to happen – Sakusa knew what almost happened.
The realization is dizzying, and at the start of this trip, you didn’t know it would end with you falling in love with your best friend.
So, you attempt to pep yourself up, imbuing yourself with confidence as you smooth over your clothes and look at yourself in the mirror. You have to admit that you look good, fixing your hair and putting on the best lingerie under your clothes.
After what happened earlier, you have no patience left. You need to kiss him – you need to feel him. You want to learn how to not make just any man feel good – but how to make Sakusa feel good. The sudden truth is shocking, but you’ve never felt more sure about anything in your life.
You can only hope Sakusa feels the same.
He’s just on the other side of the door, probably sitting on his bed and scrolling through his phone. Another wave of nerves threatens to overwhelm you with the realization of what you’re about to do, but you can’t bring yourself to stop.
When you started this trip, you wanted to learn how to touch a man.
You didn’t think you’d learn that you’re in love with your best friend.
So, with one last steely gaze, you push yourself off the counter, flicking the bathroom lights off as you make your way to the hotel room.
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Sakusa’s second night in Brazil started off with almost kissing you in the ocean, and now he knows it’ll end with him confessing his love for you.
You - his sweet, innocent best friend - stands in front of him, shyly pulling off your top as you face him. Having just left the bathroom of your shared hotel room, Sakusa swears he can still smell the sweet soaps enveloping your skin, and his jaw falls slack when you face him.
“I want to learn,” you begin, walking closer to him without breaking eye contact. Sakusa feels as if he can drown in you, wholly enamored with every move you make towards him. “I want to learn how to touch you,” you clarify, and it’s in this moment that Sakusa swears he could drown in everything that is you. If he thought he was overwhelmed with his love for you earlier, he is sorely mistaken when you move closer towards him.
“I want to learn how to love you,” you state, more sure this time as you attempt to convey all of your emotions into your words.
“So,” you finish, eyes wide and desperate as you corner Sakusa on his bed. “Teach me?”
His eyes are wide, leaning against the mattress with his legs spread a bit more hopeful than he would like to admit. At the sight of you in just a bra, a rushed feeling of adrenaline washes over his body in waves, causing his heart to pound furiously against his ribcage. His head swims and he swears that the room is spinning when you step even closer to him, simultaneously knocking him out of his surprise and sucking the air out of his lungs.
“We-we…” Sakusa breathes out distractedly, voice tight with a restrained emotion that you now know is love.
Sakusa knows that he should say no – but after what happened earlier, his restraint is at an all-time low, and all he can think about is finally breaking down those walls. He wants to know what it’s like to kiss you – to love you. He wants to teach you how to touch him – just like you’re asking him to.
It’s all he can think about.
Therefore, Sakusa knows that he can’t lie to himself; he can’t lie to himself and even you can see it. Who is he to deny his feelings? Who is he to deny your feelings? The feelings that have been steadily blossoming inside him for years? He wants this more than anything - has wanted this more than anything else in the world for years. And after almost kissing you just a few hours prior, the feeling is more pronounced than it has ever been.
He wants the chance to hold you in his strong arms, to feel your fingers brush through his dark curls - kiss you like he’s seen numerous boyfriends kiss you over the years. It is all-consuming, and Sakusa is beginning to get overwhelmed with his all-encompassing feelings for you.
Sakusa Kiyoomi is your best friend, and he’s hopelessly in love with you.
And he knows that you know that now, too.
You watch as his eyes flit over the room, attempting to look at anything but you; a slight feeling of accomplishment fills you at the sight of your flustered best friend, and the newly imbued confidence urges your hands to reach for your bottoms.
“Teach me,” you implore again, swallowing thickly as you move to unbutton your shorts. The confidence suddenly morphs into nerves when his eyes dart to your scantily-clad chest, and the anxiety almost becomes all-encompassing; the feeling threatens to swallow you whole.
However, you can’t stop now - there is no fight in you to stop.
“You - you’re my best friend,” Sakusa manages to get out, and you can see his restraint crumbling when he finally meets your gaze. His dark eyes latch onto every inch of skin you expose for him, his fingers tightening around the bedsheets to ground himself until his knuckles turn white. Adrenaline buzzes through his veins, feeling like a thick, viscous syrup as the tension builds between you. Sakusa swears electricity buzzes through his ears as you simply continue your motions, hardly heeding his warning.
“I respect you,” you begin, closing your eyes tight as you pull your shorts off. Letting the denim pool at your feet, you smoothly step out of them, standing in front of Sakusa in just your lingerie.
At the sight of the dark lace adorning your body, the tall man’s grip becomes harsher, chest constricting with a desire that’s been hanging thick in the air for days - years. Sakusa feels the insatiable love he’s been wrestling with for years well inside of him, only now he struggles to push it back down. If he thought it was insatiable earlier, it’s multiplied tenfold now.
Seeing you make your way towards him, timid in your steps but confident in your actions, has Sakusa’s breath hitching in his throat. He knows that his composure is quickly deteriorating, but with you standing in front of him, asking for his help with those big eyes of yours, Sakusa hardly has it in him to deny his feelings any longer.
“(Y/N)...” he trails off, eyes tracing along your nearly bare body with a thinly veiled lust. The pleasure begins pooling in his lower abdomen, swirling in sweet anticipation that causes butterflies to erupt in his chest, his heart racing as you move to hold his hand. The feeling of your smaller palm embracing his, entwining your fingers in a tender caress, has Sakusa’s gaze darkening. He can feel his hardening cock throb against his thigh, begging for the touch of his best friend as your finger trails down his wrist, testing the waters.
“I respect you,” you interrupt him, shyly standing between his legs. Even with Sakusa sitting on his bed, he is still so much taller than you, and you can’t mask the anxiety and insecurity that crosses your features when he’s this close.
Even though his previous words held a warning, his legs spread for you when you move closer to him, trailing your hand down his clothed bicep. You don’t miss how Sakusa’s gaze darkens, tongue coming to lick his lips before his teeth catch onto the bottom one.
“As my best friend…” you start off, voice timorous as his large hand comes to cup your cheek. His palm is warm, fingertips slightly calloused as he caresses your cheekbone. It makes you shiver, leaning into his touch as your eyes fall close. “You..” you try to begin again, distracted by his addicting presence.
“As my best friend, I respect you,” you state, nuzzling into Sakusa’s warm palm as his thumb brushes across your lips.
“I respect you, and - “ a gasp escapes you as Sakusa’s fingers pull down on your bottom lip, causing arousal to flush through your body. His lips are parted, greedily taking in every word and action you give him; Sakusa feels light-headed, and you’re sure the room is spinning. “- and you make me feel safe.”
Your admission has Sakusa leaning closer to you, his hand moving to the nape of your neck to pull you to him. Stopping a mere centimeter away from him, his hot breath fans across your face and lips as his other hand grasps onto your hip. He nudges his nose against yours, lips just barely grazing each other’s as he takes a shuddering breath.
“Tell me,” his strong voice urges, begging you to tell him what he so desperately wants to hear. The years of pining after you have swelled to a head inside of him, and Sakusa knows he can’t resist these strong urges any longer. The past few days of pushing and pulling against each other have resulted in this, and Sakusa knows he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“So,” you say quietly, attempting to finish your plea before getting too distracted. “Teach me.”
And Sakusa feels as if all the air has been stolen from his lungs as his composure finally snaps, pulling you towards him and embracing you with a searing kiss.
Your reaction is instantaneous: Sakusa lets out a low groan as your lips begin to move against his, mouth parting to swipe against his bottom lip shyly. His grip on you only tightens when you let out a similar sound, a bit breathier and more high-pitched, and he feels his cock throb against his sweatpants. It takes everything in him to focus, head swimming with thoughts of you, you, you as he kisses you passionately.
Moaning against his lips when he licks into your mouth, you smile briefly at the faint taste of fruity alcohol. Sakusa is good, and he tastes like everything good in the world as he drinks in all your sounds, pressing you closer to his body as you curl into him. His hand falls to your cheek, gently opening your mouth to entangle your tongues in a similar embrace. It is messy, and nothing like Sakusa, as he moans into your mouth, seemingly just as obsessed with the taste of you as you are with his.
Sakusa’s lips are soft and plump as they slant over yours, desperately pulling you closer to him in an effort to feel all of you. Gripping onto his arms, you give in to his touch, obsessed with how light and good he makes you feel. Your head is reeling, and you swear that Sakusa is still spinning you around on the dance floor when he pulls away.
“Ki-Kiyoomi,” you whimper, clutching onto him as he pulls back slightly. Sakusa is panting heavily, lips parted and swollen as he groans at the sweet sound of his name falling from your lips.
“Shit,” he curses, swiping his thumb over your cheeks as you pull him in for another breathtaking kiss. When you curiously nibble on his bottom lip, Sakusa groans, an intense need overcoming him. In an attempt to get you even closer, the tall boy wraps his arms under your thighs, picking you up to hold you against him in a tight embrace.
You squeal into his mouth, immediately straddling him and smiling into the kiss. You quickly wrap your arms around his neck as he settles you against his hips, and you moan at the feeling of his hardness already pressing against your barely clothed pussy.
Sakusa laughs into your mouth at your cute reaction, hurriedly diving back in for another sweet kiss as your fingers play with the short hair at the nape of his neck. Arousal courses through his body as you begin rocking against his hardening shaft, and he can feel your body’s response is similar to his own.
“Say it again,” he demands, similar to earlier. His voice is much deeper than before, gruff with lust and slightly scratchy as he pushes the words past his swollen lips. It has you grinding back onto him, obsessed with the sweet sounds spilling past your best friend’s lips as he pulls you into another heated embrace.
“Kiyoomi,” you whimper against his lips, moving impatiently against yours as his hands drag down your body. His fingertips pad down your waist, brushing against the heated skin there as your mouth parts in another moan. The sound shoots straight to his cock, and Sakusa squeezes his eyes shut at the sweet ringing of his given name rolling off your tongue.
His touch awakens something inside you, and you can feel the wetness pooling in the dark lace of your panties as Sakusa begins to grind you against him. Your hands tug desperately at his shirt, silently begging him to take it off without breaking the kiss. He chuckles at your neediness, but it quickly turns into a hiss as you circle your hips around his aching cock.
Quickly obeying your wants, Sakusa pulls away to tug at the collar of his shirt. He swiftly takes it off, and you barely have time to admire his messy black curls, eyes blown wide with lust, and heaving chest before he’s pulling you back in for a passionate kiss.
Pleased at the sudden contact, you run your hands down Sakusa’s sculpted chest, and the desire from earlier has you smirking against his lips.
Gently, you pull away, pressing a hand to his chest until Saksua relents, falling onto the mattress. You truly think it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen – six foot three Sakusa Kiyoomi leaning against the mattress, lips swollen and chest heaving from your kisses, chest bare as your hands drag along the strong planes of muscle there. His grey sweatpants have a large tent in them, and you can barely help yourself when you lean down to place a chase kiss against the tip of them.
Your sudden actions have Sakusa rutting his hips up, a strangled gasp escaping his lips as you climb on top of him. Again, you straddle him, continuing your grinding motions as your lips begin tracing across his chest.
“Fuck,” Sakusa sighs, his eyes rolling to the back of his head at the influx of emotions swelling inside his heart. It pounds furiously in his chest as your lips flutter over every mole and freckle decorating his chest, tongue poking out to trace against his hard nipples as you drag your nails teasingly down his sides. The sensation has him shuddering in pleasure, especially with the way your hips drag along his clothed length.
“B-baby..” he starts, his breath hitching in his throat at the particularly delicious roll of your hips over his. It shoots straight to his cock, and he can feel beads of pre-cum stain his sweatpants at the feeling of your slick pressing against him. “I don’t know how much longer I can take.”
You finally pull away, your fingers thrumming across Sakusa’s chest as he sits up with you.
A million words flit through your head – affirmations of I love you, reassurances that you want this, and reminders that he doesn’t have to wait any more. And Sakusa seems to understand the words you can’t speak, his own head swimming with a billion iterations of the same confessions. The moment seems to stretch on for infinity, shrouding the two of you in a sweet embrace as you simply hold each other, relishing in the unforgettable moment that will change your lives forever.
So, Sakusa says the one thing he can say – the one thing he’s been wanting to say for years.
“I love you,” he murmurs, and his eyes are wide with adoration and tenderness as he finally spills his heart to you. He gazes at you, eyes flitting between your own as your lips part in happiness.
All you feel is love for him, and you can no longer hold back the mounting emotions.
“I love you,” you assure him, and Sakusa swears that he’s died and gone to heaven.
With awe in his eyes, Sakusa kisses you again; it is tender and gentle as he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, moaning at the taste of you as you clutch onto him. The pleasure pools like little bolts of electricity near your womb, and it only intensifies as Sakusa rolls his hips from under you.
“Please let me take this off,” Sakusa begs, his voice thick with desire and love. His fingers play over the clasp of your bra as he leans down, sucking bruising kisses against the swell of your breast. Your hands move to tangle through his hair, and your head is thrown back in pleasure at the feeling of Sakusa’s thumbs running over your hardened nipples.
“Yes, please,” you gasp, desperate to feel Sakusa’s chest against yours. He groans as he expertly flicks the clasp off with one hand, quickly helping you shrug the intimate fabric off your shoulders.
Sakusa leans back to look at you, taking in the moment he knows he’ll remember for the rest of his life.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes out, voice airy as his eyes roam your figure. He bites his lip as he takes you in, sitting all pretty on his lap as you soak through your panties. It’s enough to have any man reeling, and Sakusa feels the air in the room thicken with tension.
“Please, Kiyoomi,” you beg, reaching for him. It snaps him out of his reverie, and Sakusa is quick to surge forward, taking you in his arms in another sweet embrace.
His lips are like sugared honey against yours, and Sakusa unabashedly lets out groans for you to soak in. Carefully, tenderly, he picks you up, strong arms tensing around you without breaking the kiss. He sets you down on the bed again, only this time he climbs on top of you, covering your body with his as his lips move down your jaw. His mouth is hot as his lips move against you, drawing out noises you didn’t even know you could make as his fingers press against your hips.
Gaining a bit of courage, you wrap your arms around his broad back, your legs spreading for him as he catches one on his hip. Sakusa continues kissing his way down your body, his tongue laving against your skin, nipping along your neck, kissing across your collarbones, and circling your pebbled nipple. When he gets to your breasts, Sakusa sucks your pert nipple into his mouth, moaning as you clutch his body closer to yours.
You feel overwhelmed when you urge Sakusa to shove off his sweatpants, his hard cock twitching against his tensed abdomen as your fingers wrap around the base of it. His head falls to the crook of your neck when you curiously pump your hand, enamored with the thickness of his girth.
“G-god, baby,” Sakusa moans, a deep groan tearing from his chest when you twist your wrist. He feels hot and heavy in your hand, and Sakusa can only entwine your fingers with his. Placing them above your head, he leans down to capture your lips in a heated embrace once again.
“Let me take care of you,” Sakusa moans, his eyes meeting yours as you slow down your hand motions. An evil thought fills your mind, and you decide to share it with him as you nod at him to remove your panties.
“All right then,” you murmur, his eyes not leaving yours as he slides the black lace down your legs. His gaze is intense and full of love, and you can’t help but pull him down for another searing kiss. “Besides, we’ll have forever to have fun.”
Your words cause Sakusa to take a shuddering breath, and he recognizes the promise that coats your words. A promise that there will be a next time, a promise of your love for him.
A promise that this will last forever.
“I love you,” he repeats, his dark curls falling against your cheeks as his lips move over yours. The touch is intimate, and when his fingers trail down your hip to press lazy circles to your clit, all you can do is moan his name.
You see Sakusa’s resolve crumbling as he pushes two fingers inside you, instantly curling them up to press against the delicate bundle of nerves deep against your walls. You moan at the sudden intrusion, and Sakusa lets a shuddering groan at the feeling of your pussy sucking his fingers in.
“I-I don’t know how much more I can take,” you gasp, the need to feel him overcoming any other emotion as you curl into his touch. His fingers are so long inside you, and with his thumb circling your aching nub, you feel your high approaching you much faster than you would like to admit.
“Good, ‘cause neither can I,” Sakusa murmurs, lips grazing yours as he pushes them deep inside you.
Soon, his fingers are replaced by the leaking tip of his cock, nudging against your sopping folds as his arms cage around you. Sakusa intends to savor this feeling – to soak in the pleasure that shoots down his shaft as he spreads your slickness around with the tip of his cock. He can feel how your walls attempt to milk him, clenching down around nothing when the head brushes past your entrance.
“K-Kiyoomi,” you moan, fingers tightening around the nape of his neck when he nudges the swollen head against your clit. His eyes drink in the sight of you flustered and already fucked-out underneath him, taking in the sweet sound you let out when he circles your hot clit with his tip. “Need you,” you moan, closing your eyes when he drags his cock through your folds again.
“God, baby, I need you too,” Sakusa moans, and he quickly relents his teasing in favor of pushing the tip of his cock just barely inside of you. The pressure is immediate, and you let out a cry when you beg him for more.
“Shh, shh baby. ‘Ve been wanting this forever, let’s enjoy it,” Sakusa coos, leaning his head to the crook of your neck. Placing wet kisses down the column of your throat, Sakusa presses just his fat tip inside you, almost cursing at the intense pleasure that surges through his body, before pulling away once more.
He can hardly constrain himself when you pull on his arms, a desperate look in your eyes as you beg him for more. All he can do is press in once more, hurriedly leaning forward for a kiss and moaning into your mouth at the staggering pleasure.
After years of pining after you, years of feelings he thought were unrequited, years of wishing and hoping that he could someday love you, it was finally here.
One last breathy plea from your lips is what has Sakusa’s composure finally snapping, and he lets out a long, drawn-out moan when he fully sheaths himself inside your tight walls. The pleasure is immense – your swollen walls stroking his shaft as he presses deep inside you, pushing so far until his leaking slit is pressed against your cervix. The feeling of your soaking pussy pulling him in, already fluttering around his length as his arms wrap around you, has him almost collapsing.
His knees feel weak when your arms tighten around his broad shoulders, the moan you let out music to his ears. Already Sakusa can feel sweat prickling against his forehead, and he takes a shaky hand to push back the curls that threaten to fall in his face. He wouldn’t miss your sweet reactions for the world – not when it’s all he’s been dreaming about since he was a teenager.
“G-god, Kiyoomi,” you gasp out in a broken moan, obsessed with the feeling of his thick length stretching you out. He feels so good inside of you, relieving the aching pressure that’s been built between your legs for days. You swear you can feel every throbbing vein along his shaft, can feel the beads of pre-cum dribble on his leaking slit when he presses so deep inside you. You can feel how he twitches when you moan for him, your legs high on his hips as he presses his forehead to yours.
“Feels s’good,” he groans, squeezing his beautiful eyes shut at the overwhelming pleasure.
The feeling of your pussy milking his bare cock leaves Sakusa gasping for breath, and all he can do is kiss you over and over, willingly drowning in the feeling of you as you both adjust. He can feel how your mouth parts for him, your tongue entangling with his when it licks into your mouth. He can feel you gushing around his cock, soaking his shaft and running down his heavy balls begging to release inside you. He can feel how your fingers thread through his dark curls, slightly tugging on them to urge him to move when he starts taking too long.
And, most importantly, he can feel the love that pours from you, wrapping him in a warm embrace as you mumble against his lips.
“I love you,” you whimper, and Sakusa believes with every fiber of his being that he was made for you.
“I love you, I love you so much,” Sakusa returns, finally feeling confident enough that he won’t immediately cum. He pulls back, slowly, so slowly, so as to feel every inch of your walls tighten down on him. All he can do is let out almost pathetic sounds at the feeling of your pussy trying to suck him back in, savoring how it feels when he drags his cock out.
Resting just the tip inside you, Sakusa presses forward again, and lets out a loud expletive at the instantaneous pleasure that floods him. He’s never been this overwhelmed before – this overstimulated by the simplest touch; but the sight of his angel below him – the love of his life, moaning his name and grasping onto him when he starts rocking his hips – has him feeling euphoric bouts of pleasure that he’s never felt before.
With a sudden revelation, Sakusa knows he feels complete.
He's never been good with words – he’s never really known what to say to people. Always hiding behind snide remarks, or the cold, hard truth, has been Sakusa’s strong point. But now he wants to pour his heart and soul into you, especially with the drunken feeling overtaking him when you clamp down on his cock during a particularly hard thrust.
So, he says the only thing that makes sense.
“I feel complete,” he sighs against your lips, moving his hands along your body until they entwine with yours. He places them above your head, holding yours in an intimate gesture as he rolls his hips, grinding his cock inside you. The feeling stretches you out even more, and with the feeling of his other hand circling your throbbing nub, you feel as if you could dive headfirst into your orgasm.
His words are shy, but genuine. Just like Sakusa. The Sakusa Kiyoomi who’s been your best friend for years – the best friend you’re now in love with. The dizzying feeling builds up and over, and only seems to relent when he presses his cock home inside you.
“Kiyoomi – ah! – I feel complete too,” is all you can whisper against his lips, and he holds eye contact with you as he circles his hips.
Sakusa makes love to you, soft moans and feeble touches across each other’s bodies as he fucks into you. His cock nudges against that cushy spot along your walls, and you can’t help but clamp down on him when he does so. It feels euphoric how he holds you in his arms, the bare feeling of his cock dragging down your swollen walls until he pushes your slick back inside you, pressing so deep you swear you see stars.
His thrusts become insistent, and you find that you’ve become addicted to the sight in front of you. Sakusa, with his head thrown back in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut as he grinds his cock inside you, dark curls sticking to his face, holding you so gently and lovingly in his arms. His finger rubs desperate circles onto your clit, nudging against that spot perfectly until you finally crumble underneath his touch.
If Sakusa thought he was in love before, he was sorely mistaken. The sight of you cumming on his cock as he fucks it inside you, murmuring his name and confessions of love, has him falling even more in love. It’s all he can do to press his forehead to yours, mumbling against your lips similar words of I love you as he pushes as deep as he can go, holding onto your hips as he lets go.
It is the most intense orgasm he’s ever experienced, and is only further accentuated by the feeling of your walls continuously gushing around him, sucking him back in with a vice-grip. He lets out one last broken moan, his head falling to the crook of your neck as his fingers linger sweet shapes against your skin. With a shaky breath, you simply hold him, placing an exhausted kiss on his hairline as Sakusa relaxes his body against yours.
Hours could have passed for all Sakusa knows as he catches his breath, his cock still pressing inside you. He shudders at the slight feeling of overstimulation that shoots down his cock, but he can’t find it in himself to stop. Your walls still weakly flutter around him as he presses his cum deep into your walls, obsessed with how it feels to have your combined cum coating his shaft.
“K-Kiyoomi,” you softly call, aching for his attention. Looking down at you, Sakusa once again feels a deep love for you, warming through his heart like sweet honey as you smile at him. Bringing a hand down, he caresses your cheek, falling in love with how you nuzzle against his touch, closing your eyes in bliss as his thumb catches along his cheekbone.
Sakusa Kiyoomi has never been good with words, but in this moment, he knows that it’s the end of the world …
…As you both know it.
Because after this, everything will change for the better.
“I don’t know much, about how to label the things I feel,” Sakusa starts, feeling as if the stars in your eyes are brighter than those in the sky. He watches as you latch onto every word he utters, gazing at you with a devoted fondness as you lean up for another kiss.
Sakusa can’t deny you, and easily responds with the gentlest fervor you’ve ever felt.
“All I know is that – when I look at my friends, I feel love,” he states, murmuring against your skin as he places soft kisses all along your face. You sigh happily at the feeling of his soft lips against your skin, sinking into his touch as he continues speaking.
“When I look at a volleyball, I feel excited,” he continues moving to kiss along the seam of your lips. You attempt to clutch on to him, wanting to keep him close, but he easily pulls away with a loving chuckle. “Patience, baby,” he teases.
“And when I look at you,” Sakusa says, looking at you with all the love in the world. His eyes swim with warmth, dancing across his dark irises as he gazes at you, a fond smile on his lips as if he can’t believe what’s happening to him.
As if he’s the luckiest man in the world.
“I see everything.”
And Sakusa Kiyoomi now knows that he’s in heaven as you pull him in for another kiss, holding his future tight in his arms as he kisses you until the dawn breaks through the curtains.
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