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The International Club's party [Omi Fushimi x reader]

Pairing: Omi Fushimi x gn!reader | A3! Rating: Teen C/Ws: light platonic angst, romantic fluff, friends to lovers, reader is Omi’s university classmate Summary: You made plans to go to the International Club’s university party, but your friends cancel at the last minute. Luckily, Omi kindly offers to go with you. Word count: 3.4k A/N: I got the inspiration from this post I saw about Omi being good at English, so my thanks go to op <3 Set during Year 2

You breathed in and out slowly, trying to hold back a yawn. It was the last lesson for the day, and then you had a meet-up to look forward to in the evening. You could do that.

Bzzz.

You felt your phone vibrate under your table and cursed mentally. Quickly, you went to put it on silent mode and checked the notification that had made it buzz.

Sorry but I won’t be able to make it today :/

You closed your eyes, now less sleepy than ever. You should’ve seen it coming, really. It always happened like that in your group of friends. Whenever someone cancelled plans, it was a matter of hours before everyone else deserted too. The problem was, you couldn’t just cancel that plan, not when you had already promised the International Club that you’d be there for sure. And what was more, you had promised them you would bring somebody else to the party with you, too.

Guys, I already signed us up for tonight! Is there no way you can at least come for a bit? 🗸🗸

You heard the professor coughing and turned your screen off. What had been once a class you couldn’t wait to leave, was now a class you didn’t want to finish. Not when you knew once your friends said no, there was no changing their plans.

But alas, the lesson came to an end. You took your stuff and joined some of your classmates on your way to the exit.

“Finally, the weekend!”

“You have any plans?” Omi asked the classmate he was closest to.

“Yeah, I have to work but there is this friend of a friend that I’ll be meeting too.” He showed a cocky smile.

‘’Oh, a blind date?”

“Yes.”

“I’m so jealous,” you interrupted. “You’re here going on hot dates while my friends have completely ditched me today.”

“Aw, what were you going to do?” They refocused their attention on you, moving aside so you could go down the stairs with them.

“We were going to the International Club’s new event. Well, I’m still going, since I was the one who signed us up for it. I cannot say no now.” You sighed, focusing on not missing any steps. The last thing you needed was tripping and tumbling down the stairs. Or maybe that was exactly what you should do, so you could have an excuse to not go to the party.

“What’s the event about?” Omi asked, interrupting your thoughts.

“It’s a get-together in English. There will be some students from different English-speaking countries, and we’ll chat and play games in English. Like a cultural exchange event.”

“You can speak English well?” Your classmates looked at you in disbelief.

“Yeah, that was my second option for university, if I didn’t get into our program.” You finally arrived at the ground floor and turned around to look at them.

“Wow, I can’t relate at all. I always hated languages at school. But Omi, you’re good at it, aren’t you?”

“Well, I sometimes help the guys at our dorm with their English homework.” He simply shrugged, like it wasn’t a big deal. You still remembered how when you first met Omi, you thought that humbleness was fake, but now you could see it was painfully true.

“Like a tutor or something?”

“There is a designated tutor, but yeah, I guess I do the same whenever he isn’t available.” He chuckled lightly.

“So you would enjoy going to this International party, then?” Your classmate eyed both of you as if he had just come up with the solution to all your problems. Omi smiled tensely when he saw your reaction.

“That would actually save me. I promised the Club I’d bring at least one other person. And I’d love to have someone I know there.” You waited for an answer, but you could see Omi was hesitating. As much as the idea of him going with you was a miracle, you didn’t want to force him to do anything just because someone else had stood you up. “But it’s… you don’t have to. You’re not my stupid friends who ditch me every now and then.”

“Yeah, I can’t believe they ditched you. I wouldn’t do it. And… it’s been a while since the last time I made last-minute plans,” he said, nodding.

“So you’re in?” You couldn’t believe it, but you restrained yourself before you bounced up and down. You didn’t want to pressure him, knowing how accommodating Omi was.

“If there is enough time for me to go back to the dorms? I am on cooking duty today and I’m not sure someone else will be free,” he said while looking at his watch

“Yeah, sure. The party doesn’t start until 7 pm.” You anxiously bit your lip, waiting for his answer. You couldn’t believe how the events had unfolded. From going with your friends, to going alone with Omi… you felt your stomach churning. Being around Omi at university was one thing, when it was always in a group of people. But meeting with him for the first time outside of campus… you gulped down, forcing yourself to act as usual.

“Cool. I’ll see you there then?”

“Yeah, I’ll send you all the details in a message.” You waved at each other and also said goodbye to your classmate, going in different directions.

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Your steps echoed as you walked as fast as you could without running. You weren’t late, but you weren’t early either. You cursed mentally as you remembered how if you hadn’t decided to get changed for the third time, you wouldn’t be in a situation like that.

Then, Omi came into view.

He was wearing a button-up shirt, and for a second there you felt completely underdressed. But it wasn’t his clothes, really. They were casual, perfect for an informal and friendly party like this one. It was the fact that he had also changed clothes, and that you were seeing him for the first time outside of the university campus, alone. And it felt too much like a date, except it wasn’t one.

You still didn’t really understand how this turn of events had happened, but you weren’t about to complain. Not even when you felt sweaty as you approached him at the exit of the station.

“Hey,” Omi greeted you with a small wave.

It wasn’t a long walk to the venue they had rented for the party, but you still had thought it better to go together instead of meeting directly at the place.

“I hope my English isn’t too rusty,” Omi casually joked while glancing at you.

“Oh, don’t worry. It’s not about speaking perfectly, but about welcoming and doing something for the other students. And learning a thing or two about their countries.” You offered him a reassuring smile. You weren’t about to let him run off now that he was there with you. “Plus, everyone will be speaking fluently once we start drinking.”

“There’ll be alcohol?”

“You don’t have to drink if you don’t want to, but yes. That’s the main reason why they had to find someplace outside of campus.”

“Good thing today is Friday,” Omi laughed and the sound made you melt. You had forgotten how much you really liked his laugh and everything that came from him. But you soon recollected yourself. You had to keep yourself in check tonight, especially when Omi was being as charming as usual, which meant extremely. You had to find someone at the party to distract you from showing your feelings too much. You didn’t want to scare him away and make him misinterpret your intentions. You were there together as friends, after all.

When you reached the venue, you greeted the hosts and found out some people had also cancelled last minute. Even then, there were quite a few students, both international and national, and there were plenty of snacks and drinks.

Soon enough you started doing some rounds of introductions in English, and you were glad to find out everyone seemed quite friendly and relaxed. And Omi, being humble, had completely misjudged his own ability in English. You had to admit it was impressive and hot. You were so surprised that you had forgotten you weren’t supposed to stare at him so much.

“Your accent is pretty sexy.” Those words startled you out of your haze, and you looked to your side. You vaguely remembered this person’s introduction, but before you could think of anything to reply, Omi moved to stand closer to you.

“Oh, I didn’t know accents could be sexy. What about mine then?” His tone of voice was relaxed, even chirpy, but it nevertheless sent a clear message that they didn’t fail to catch. As the person left, Omi sighed, running his fingers through his short hair.

“Sorry I butted in. Just… let me know if you want me to go hang out somewhere else.” He looked at you apologetically, and it took everything in you not to shoot your hand out and cling to his shirt. You didn’t do it, of course, but he also never left your side. You were grateful for it, especially as time passed by and you started playing drinking games. You really wanted to see Omi being drunk, although you had a hunch that it wouldn’t be so easy to see.

And you’d soon regret having felt so hyper about it.

“Truth or dare!” One of the hosts screamed as the bottle stopped spinning. It pointed clearly in your direction.

Clearing your thoughts, you wondered if you even had an option. You weren’t about to let them order you to do something weird – you could still hear the faint coughing of the guy that had to eat cinnamon a few turns ago.

“Truth.”

“Is there anyone you want to kiss at this party?”

Of course, it had to be a question like that. You were glad it wasn’t anything even more personal.

“Yes.” You tried to say it confidently like it didn’t matter because it was only a game. But your voice came out too breathy to not reveal your embarrassment.

“Who is it?”

“Only one question per turn!” Someone else shouted.

You sighed with relief when they offered you the bottle to spin around for the next person. Your mind was too busy to think of a proper question or dare, so you went with the typical ‘tell us your most embarrassing story.’ Some people complained that was too soft, but fortunately, the person you asked was a great storyteller and soon enough everyone was absorbed in their story.

Everyone but you.

What had pushed you to tell the truth? Of course, it was a game of truth or dare, and by the rules, you should always tell the truth, but even then… What would you do if the bottle spun again and landed on you? You already knew they’d ask who it was. And this time, there was no way you could lie. What would happen if you told the truth?

You glanced at Omi, who was sitting next to you. He was looking at his phone with a frown, and just a second later, he got up and placed the device next to his ear. Was it some sort of emergency?

You tried to refocus your attention on the game, but when a few minutes passed and Omi was still not coming back, you started worrying something bad had happened, so you decided to get up and search for him. Everyone was too excited to pay attention to you, so you easily slipped away from the circle and the room, into the hallway, where you found him still speaking on the phone, now with a less bothered expression on his face.

It wasn’t long till he noticed you and offered you a surprised smile. He quickly shut the conversation and hang up.

“Shouldn’t you be inside the party?” Omi asked approaching you. You simply shrugged your shoulders. “You may lose your chance with that guy. And I won’t take responsibility for it twice.” He joked, but you wanted to laugh for completely different reasons. He thought that random person who had started speaking with you had caught your attention?

“For the record… I didn’t want to kiss that guy.”

“Huh?”

“When they asked me if there was someone I wanted to kiss there, and I said yes… I didn’t mean them.” If there was anything you knew, it was that you didn’t want Omi to believe you had a crush on anyone else.

“Oh. Oh. So someone else caught your eye? So they didn’t even stand a chance.” He laughed and rubbed his neck, visibly uncomfortable. You bit your lip to contain a smile. Yes, no one at the party stood a chance against Omi, but sadly, his thoughts were the opposite at that exact moment. “And who was the lucky one?”

“I also talked with the person,” you ventured, trying to redirect his attention in an attempt to find out the difference in Omi’s mannerisms, how he expressed his discomfort, how he really felt about you, and whether he was simply curious, embarrassed or annoyed.

“Oh. When? I didn’t see you talk much to anyone in particular.” His expression suddenly changed to a serious one, his gaze fixated on you.

“Well, I did.” You wanted to laugh. He probably meant he hadn’t seen anyone else flirting with you, but you had talked with several people. That made you confident that you could just tease him and hide your real feelings. Except, Omi’s humility played tricks on you.

“When? I was next to you for the most part. Unless you mean me.” He chuckled, showing that it was a joke. You felt adrenaline rush through your body, but there was nothing you could do now, so you didn’t deny it. You didn’t want to deny it. The silence between you two stretched for a while as if he was waiting for your reaction. When you couldn’t hold his gaze anymore, something clicked inside him. “You mean ME?!” Omi looked around, realizing he had spoken too loudly. The hallway was mostly empty, but one of the people there turned to look at you with curiosity. When he made sure no one was paying attention to you two anymore, he looked back at you.

“I had a really good time today, Omi. Thank you, you turned what seemed like a disaster into memories I am glad to have.” You smiled at him, not wanting to make things awkward. “I think I should leave now.” You started walking away, unsure if you were making a mistake, but you really didn’t know how to solve that situation.

“Wait!” He rubbed his neck again, but now his discomfort felt slightly different. “You can’t just… throw that bomb and run off.”

“Okay?” You weren’t sure if that meant he felt the same way or not.

“We can walk to the station together?” He suggested, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

You agreed, and after saying goodbye to the hosts of the party, you left. It was slightly chillier than before, the Autumn breeze moving the treetops on the street.

“I am glad I came,” Omi said, breaking the silence. “We haven’t… gone out much together since we were first years, but I really enjoy your company.” He glanced at you, offering a short smile. “We should hang out more.”

“Yeah, I’d love that.” You sighed, unsure whether he really meant it or if it was one of those promises that came from politeness. You knew Omi was a nice guy, so he probably didn’t want to make things awkward between you two. “I guess I have to thank my friends for ditching me this time, otherwise you wouldn’t have come with me.”

“I guess I also have to thank them, then.” Omi laughed softly, compelling you to look at him. “I’ll also have to think of a plan for next time, since it was you who invited me this time.”

Was that… a date? No, you couldn’t let yourself get carried away and misunderstand him like that. It was just…him expressing interest? Omi Fushimi was saying he’d plan the next time you hang out? The guy you had liked since the first day of university, but that you had given up on after seeing how popular he was and how full his hands were not just with classes but also with acting, was now saying he wanted to spend time with you like that?

“Um, sure! I look forward to it.” You hoped your voice hadn’t trembled there. You had been bold enough to hint at your feelings for him because you genuinely thought you had no chance, but he’d be nice enough to ignore it. That, and the alcohol – it gave you courage and hope that in the worst-case scenario, maybe you wouldn’t even remember it, or you could always play it off as a joke. And now, it was way better than a joke.

“Great. I’ll have to make sure not to disappoint you.” Omi smiled again, and this time you felt the air between you two relaxing.

“I think that’s impossible,” you blurted out before you could register the words. It seemed, today you just couldn’t control your mouth.

“Thank you.” Omi laughed; his cheeks tinted a faint pink.

Fortunately, the entrance to the station was near. You felt conflicted because you didn’t want that day to end, but at the same time, you didn’t trust your mouth anymore. It was already a miracle that Omi didn’t think you were embarrassing yourself.

“Could you wait here a second?” Omi suddenly interrupted your thoughts, and you stopped in the middle of the road. He jogged to a nearby vending machine and searched his pockets for change. When he came back to where you were standing, he handed you a water bottle. “Here.”

“Why?” You were slightly confused by that sudden act of generosity.

“Well, we both had something to drink and now you have to go back home alone.”

So, he thought it would help you sober up a bit more just in case.

“You’re saying I am acting completely drunk now?” You feigned being bothered to tease him.

“No! You’re not! I’m just worried, that’s all.” He shook his hands in front of you, wanting to reassure you. “Our stops are in opposite directions, but I can-”

“Omi, it’s fine. I’m fine. Thank you for the water.” You opened it and started drinking. “See? You don’t have to worry.”

He smiled awkwardly, and under the faint lights of the streetlamps, you saw his cheeks were still pink.

“You are a really responsible drunkard, you know?” You said, believing that was a symptom of the alcohol he had consumed. “Here, you should drink some, too.”

He accepted the bottle and took a few gulps before giving it back to you.

“Oh, no, you can keep it. I think you need it more than I do,” you said. It seemed that he was becoming more flushed the more time passed.

“I thought… you wanted to…” he trailed off, looking away from you, but still holding out the bottle for you to take it.

“I wanted to?”

“…indirectly,” he whispered, confusing you further. Maybe he really had a low alcohol tolerance? You hadn’t seen him drink that much. Seeing your confusion, Omi decided to speak up. “I thought you wanted to kiss me indirectly, so this would…”

His words made you blush violently, finally comprehending the meaning behind his words. You took the bottle from him, your heart beating madly.

“I’ll see you at university,” you said, wanting to run away. You started walking again, getting inside the station before he could follow you, and preparing your pass. He rushed inside.

“Text me when you get home,” Omi said to your back. You didn’t dare look back, but you waved your hand just in case.

You: I just got home. 🗸🗸

I hope you arrived home without any problems too. 🗸🗸

Omi: I still have a few stations left.

maybe I’ll use the time to start planning for our date.

any places you want to go to?

wait, don’t tell me. I want to surprise you :)

You squealed and sunk your face into your pillow, feeling giddy. It would be a date.

I hope you enjoyed this, interactions and constructive feedback are appreciated <3

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omi-boshi · 2 months

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period cramps and a little bit of pining

your best friend omi comes over to take care of you during your period

tags: no plot just gratuitous fluff and yearning word count: 2.2k

through the haziness that comes from just waking up, you hear the muffled sound of knocking, followed by the click of the door unlocking. you poke your head out from under the covers, curious. the sound of footsteps and rustling just outside your bedroom door fill the space and truthfully, you should be more worried that a stranger has seemingly broken into your apartment. however, the lack of angry growling from your sweet great pyrenees and screams of bloody murder from the stranger soothe the concern that tries its damnest to rise above your grogginess. you stay quiet, curled up on your side, head still peeking out. the continuing muffled sounds almost lulling you to sleep, your eyes falling close. that's how kiyoomi finds you.

he pushes the bedroom door open. quietly, he pads over to the bed and crouches just beside where he can see your face. the concerned furrow between his brows softens slightly as he takes in your sleepy form. he debates waking you up, not wanting to disturb the sleep you're finally getting after a night dealing with cramps of the worst kind. he wishes nothing more than to indulge you as he always does but as your closest friend, he knows you have yet to get up and eat. and that takes priority. cautiously, he runs his fingers through your hair and down your cheek which you turn into, seeking the warmth radiating from his skin. the subconscious action disarms kiyoomi. he has to fight through the thumping in his heart to call your name until you finally start waking up. he watches as you rouse from your sleep, grumbling through the whole motion. it tugs a small smile up his lips. your eyes flutter open and the seconds that follow are punctuated by the stillness of the air as you stare up at him, slowly processing his presence. your eyes travel up his figure. the mask dangling from his right ear. the hoodie he wears — the one you usually steal from him. the fuzzy socks you got him for Christmas. the worn sweatpants you've told him many times to replace and yet he never does because it looks fine, you remember him arguing at some point. the memory of it makes you smile. your gaze trails to the soft curve of his lips, the moles partially covered by his damp messy hair — he must have showered before he came from practice — before finally landing on his eyes that quietly watch you. "hi," you finally whisper in what feels like eons. voice scratchy from disuse. "hey, sleepy head," he says just as softly, mirth coloring his tone. "what are you doing here?" "you texted me last night. did you forget?" you hum in confusion, sitting up slowly and pulling your arm from under the covers to look for your phone.

to omi!!! :] Yesterday 10:43 PM

omiii com e over tmrw :((( - from omi!!! :] Yesterday 10:44 PM

You okay? - from omi!!! :] Yesterday 10:44 PM

I have practice in the morning but I can come over after. Is that alright?

- to omi!!! :] Yesterday 11:07 PM

that work s yes!!! and im okya, just kinda in pain and loopy from the meds and sticky ;-; - to omi!!! :] Yesterday 11:07 PM

everything hurts n i cant sleep on my back but it's ok see u tmrw! - from omi!!! :] Yesterday 11:08 PM

It's that time, huh? - from omi!!! :] Yesterday 11:08 PM

Get some rest. I'll be there as soon as I can.

"oh," you mumble, as you scroll through your messages. "i thought I was dreaming." you put your phone down to look kiyoomi in the eyes, a tilt to your head. "i'm glad you actually came though." kiyoomi breathes in deeply, heart thumping so loud — at this point he's sure you can hear it. but of course, you are none the wiser as you continue peering down at him, sleepy smile on your face.

"of course, i would." he returns the smile. “anyway, i didn’t know what you wanted since you didn’t reply to me all morning.” he pulls out a paper bag that was sitting behind him. “so, i just got a bit of everything.” in your curiosity, you sit up straighter to look at the bag kiyoomi has brought. he starts pulling out its contents and showing them off to you with a dorky grin that grows the more items he shows you. there were donuts, churros, chocolates, cookies, mochi, bread of all variations, and a singular bottle of the tea drink you've been raving to him about the past month. "kiyoomi!" you yell, doubling over in laughter. "i can't eat all of this!" "well, good thing there's two of us," he rolls his eyes, grin still on his face. "in my defense, i didn't know what to get." which is a lie. sort of. because everything he got were things you mentioned craving the days leading up to this week. not that you needed to know that of course. "you'd ruin your diet for me, omi?" you pout, eye glimmering in amusement. "that's so sweet! come here!" you reach out to pinch his cheeks, cooing how your omi is the sweetest and kindest person there is and that people would know that more if you stop looking so grumpy, you idiot.he feels his ears flush and he pushes you — nudges, really — to the side, grumbling something about ungrateful spoiled brats. but he can't bring himself to actually chide you for it, not when you're high in spirits right now and he knows how the littlest things could set you off. he wants you happy for as long as your period lets you which isn't long; fickle as your moods are at these times. "alright, alright." he chuckles. "go freshen up and let's get some real food in you first before we eat the sweets," he stands up from his kneeling position on the floor, hand on your arm to pull you up, grunting as he does so. you groan as if remembering why he was here in the first place. you flop helplessly on the bed, boneless, unwilling to leave the inviting warmth of the blankets. "nooo," you whine, purposely obnoxious just to irk him enough to let you go. "i know what you're doing." he tugs again. "it's not gonna work." it's a losing battle, one that you fought valiantly 'til the end. your whining doesn't work and only ends with you thrown over his shoulder. you yelp, thumping his back with your fists in protest as he makes his way through the living room where your dog sees you both and follows you to the bathroom.

kiyoomi gently puts you down, righting your crumpled shirt. he chuckles at the look you send him. to him, you look about as threatening as a baby chick but he rightfully stays quiet. not taking any chances with your knees so close to his crotch. "there are some pads in the cabinet that i bought," he pauses to fix your hair that got messy from being upside down. "it's the kind you always have." you grumble out a thanks, still a bit peeved from being carried out of bed. kiyoomi was right, of course — you do need to freshen up — but you can still give him trouble for it. you're bleeding out and you feel all weird, sue you, right? "while you're here, i'll go heat up the food i got you — it's korean, by the way — and feed snowball too then we can do whatever you want after. sound good?" kiyoomi tilts his head towards you to see your face.

you don't answer immediately, still stubbornly holding on to the frustration of being forcefully pulled out of bed. but just like most things are with kiyoomi, it's a losing battle. again.

it doesn't take you long before you drop the pretenses and meet his gaze. what you see makes the fight in you leave all in one go. his gaze is warm with mirth and... something else. you don't know what it is but it makes you feel shy being at the receiving end of it. you are suddenly conscious of how sloppy you must look right now even though you know kiyoomi would not mind. in your rising embarrassment, you usher kiyoomi out of the bathroom, eyes not meeting his. snowball, who's just so happy to be there, follows kiyoomi out the door. a muffled boof! sounding through the door once you get it shut. you get your wits together and freshen up, taking extra time to deal with the flush on your cheeks that just won't disappear. kiyoomi is taking out the last of the food from the microwave as you come out of the bathroom, livelier now that you've washed your face. he greets you with a smile and calls you to the dining table. lunch is far calmer, a nice change of pace after the hectic ordeal of getting you out of bed. the strange shyness from earlier is forgotten temporarily as you both talk about nothing and everything; how volleyball practice went, how his courses are going, about the new show you wanted to watch with him. once you start feeling the cramps come up again, kiyoomi catches the change in your expression and decides it's time to go back to bed. he hands you the pill you take to treat the cramps and a glass of water. you give him a grateful smile and he ruffles your hair in return.

"go back to bed. i'll be there in a sec," he says, no room for argument. you feel a bit guilty not helping with the cleanup and you tell him as much. he only snorts and tells you it's fine and that it's what i'm here for.

it doesn't do much to abate your guilt but with the cramps only getting worse, there's not much of a choice to be made.

when kiyoomi comes back, he sees you curled up under the covers, eyes shut in pain. he grabs the rechargeable heating pad from across the room and nudges your hand with it. it's only then that you open your eyes.

"hi," you mutter, attempting to smile. "the medicine hasn't kicked in yet." you grab the offered heating pad. "hey, guess we're not watching that show then?" kiyoomi murmurs, knowing full well that you would want to sleep the ache away. you give him an apologetic smile which he only waves off. "i really wanted to watch it too," you mourn. "it's fine. we can watch it another time." he smiles kindly. the silence that follows is somewhat cautious, neither one sure where to go from here. usually, you would have invited kiyoomi into bed by now and he would groan his protest before reluctantly joining you, all the while you would be teasing him about it. but the shyness from before overtakes you and kiyoomi is unusually hesitant as well, eyes darting and feet shuffling in place.

he is the first to break the silence. "i'll head to the living room so you can sleep, okay?" he begins turning away from you. at his words, you hastily sit up. "omi," you call out. he looks to you, head tilted to let you know he's listening. you can barely hold eye contact as the next words stumble through your lips. "um, the-the heating pad falls off when i sleep on my side and, and you know how i can't sleep on my back because the bleeding would leak," you look away from his gaze. "do you... do you mind helping me?"

kiyoomi turns around, regarding you curiously. "and what do you want me to do?" knowing that words will fail you, you silently flip the covers and pat the space beside you. kiyoomi exhales and cautiously takes his spot on the bed, as if this is the first time he's done this. it makes you snort; your shyness and his hesitance, it's ridiculous. and yet you're unable to soothe your increasing heartbeat.

"and then?" kiyoomi asks, quietly.

shaking off the anxiety that's starting to take hold of you, you nudge his shoulder, urging him to lie down beside you. you turn your back towards him, reaching for his hand and slowly guiding it down to lay flat on the heating pad pressing to your lower abdomen. you swear you hear the sharp intake of breath over your shoulder; whether from the temperature of the heating pad or the action itself, you don't know.

kiyoomi is quick on the uptake and lays his palm fully on the pad. it takes you by surprise when he pulls you towards his chest that you can't help the little gasp you let out. "like this?" he asks, almost teasingly. the hesitance from before melting away from his tone. unfortunately for you, it does menacing things to your heart.

with your heart seizing in your chest, you hum your affirmative and relax in his hold. kiyoomi pulls up the covers on both of you and adjusts so that your head rests on his other arm. with the soft thump-thump of his heartbeat combined with the warmth from the heating pad and his body, you are slowly lulled to sleep. "we should talk about this, you know?" you hear just as you are on the brink of sleep and you only hum in response. you hear him chuckle, or rather feel the vibrations of it. And then lastly, a kiss to your hair. "another time then."

what comes after will be dealt with another time. for now, you will enjoy each other's warmth.

i wrote this on a whim because im currently bleeding out and everything hurts so bad and i wish i had an omi to take care of me ;;;;; I've got a more planned out fic that i can't wait to get out there i swear ;;;; pls take this crappy peace offering for now

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kyopmi · 2 years

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we've talked about jealous omi before but what about when u get jealous and clingy? or alternatively:

♡ — when you're in a secret relationship with kiyoomi but his fans start shipping him with someone else

｡:ﾟ sakusa kiyoomi x reader

｡:ﾟ 1.06k words; all aboard the fluff train!

the second kiyoomi steps foot in your shared apartment, it seems like you're clinging onto him more than usual – greeting him with many kisses and a lingering hug, choosing to sit next to him instead of across from him at dinner, and flopping right on top of him on the couch to watch your show.

kiyoomi doesn't mind at all, arms encircled around your form with one hand resting on the small of your back while the other between your shoulder blades, fingers occasionally moving to brush against your neck ever so slightly and enjoying the way you shiver delightfully and bury your face into his chest.

he is curious, though.

“y/n.”

“hmm?” your response is slightly muffled by the soft fabric of his t-shirt.

“what's gotten you so clingy today?”

always so straightforward, you think. then again, he wouldn't be sakusa kiyoomi if he wasn't.

“... nothi-”

“no.” he's immediately cuts you off on your attempted lie, shooting you a pointed look.

“alright, fine,” you huff in defeat, “i saw that video of you and the sports reporter earlier.”

“from the last match?” he asks.

“yeah.”

kiyoomi knows exactly which sports reporter video you're talking about. it's the one where he's stood next to them for a short interview after a successful MSBY match, but just as the reporter was about to begin, they had accidentally dropped the cue cards they were holding. without thinking twice, sakusa had bent down to help pick up the stray cards while the reporter stuttered out apologies, thanking him as he hands them their cards back.

to him, it was a completely normal, harmless interaction.

to some fans, it was the blossoming of a romantic-cliche relationship.

and it usually wouldn't have bothered you so much – you know first-hand how attractive and irresistible kiyoomi is, so it's not surprising that anyone would crush on him at least a little. (in fact, maybe you would be offended for him if no one did.) so, seeing other people getting starstruck or tongue-tied in the presence of your boyfriend? nothing out of the ordinary.

however, it does start getting annoying when you spend your entire afternoon scrolling through social media only to find tweets, video edits and comments about “the way he looks at them is so cute😍”, “he's definitely crushing on the reporter!”, “i'm gonna riot if they don't become a couple ASAP.”

all because of the stupid “cool-guy” image your stupid handsome boyfriend has accidentally portrayed himself as, so now everyone's going crazy at the slightest crumb of him being a decent human being? plus that last comment is being way too dramatic.

your relationship with kiyoomi isn't really a secret, per se. many of your friends and families know about it. it's just the both of you tend to keep it lowkey – no excessive PDA or social media posts, and somehow the media has yet to catch wind of it, either. but, you've always enjoyed the privacy you get from it and so does kiyoomi, so you've agreed to keep your relationship the way it is.

but that was before you desperately wanted to comment “sorry, he’s taken! xoxo” at every post of kiyoomi and that sports reporter.

of course, you wouldn’t actually do that, and you realize you’re just being petty and dramatic right now (not that you’d ever admit that to kiyoomi. the amount of times you’ve teased him, calling him dramatic? he would never let you live this down.) but a little jealousy in your situation is reasonable, right?

kiyoomi chuckles in amusement from beneath you, a soft smile growing when he sees your pout deepen. his toned arms squeeze you tighter, closer to him, pulling you up towards his face so he can lean in and press a kiss on your forehead.

“you know it’s just the internet doing its thing, right? they’ll get bored and move on to something new soon enough,” he hums, his hand rubbing circles on your back.

“i know,” you sigh, feeling yourself instantly relax under his touch and you melt into him even more, “it’s just annoying to see.”

he hums again in acknowledgement. there’s a comfortable silence between the two of you for a moment, with only the sounds from the tv playing in the background, until kiyoomi speaks again.

“hey,” he calls out, quieter this time, making you look at him again, “you know i love you, right?”

kiyoomi doesn’t realize his heart is pounding until a small smile graces your lips and he feels himself calm down, the corners of his lips mirroring your own.

“of course i know that, silly,” you laugh. “i love you, too.”

“good.” he leans in once again, this time to capture your lips with his in a slow kiss.

sakusa kiyoomi has always loved you with his actions more so than his words, and right now, he hopes his kiss is able to convey just how much love he has for you, in the way his honey lip balm that you got him tastes on his lips, in the way you can definitely feel his heart pick up its pace, in the way his large hand is gently splayed across your face down to your neck, his index and middle finger resting on one side of your cheek and his thumb on the other side, while the rest of his fingers can feel your similarly quickening pulse as they rest just below your jaw. he’s reluctant when you pull away, keeping you as close as possible so you can still feel his breath tickle against your skin as he holds back a pout lest you start calling him your cute baby boy.

“do you want to tell them? everyone, i mean. like, officially,” he asks, his voice almost a whisper.

you blink in surprise at his sudden offer. “no, it’s fine. i like us the way we are,” you reply truthfully, “and, like you said, it’ll pass soon enough.”

“okay.” kiyoomi nods and gives you another peck on your lips, one that silently says me too. “i’ll get atsumu or hinata to post a shirtless thirst trap or something. that should shift their attention.”

you snort at his idea. it’s admittedly not a bad one, but...

“i’ll do you one better, omi. why don’t you post a – mmph!”

kiyoomi is quick to shut you up with another kiss on that one.

this is my apology to kiyoomi for always saying he’s dramatic (i mean, he is, but don’t tell him i said that) and PLEASE tell me no one saw me accidentally post this when it was half-done LMAO

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sugar-omi · 7 months

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I THINK I FINALLY GOT IT TO WORK.... jfc anywayz this is nasty n i love it. so fellow monster freaks, this is for you my loves!!!! <333

DAY FOUR — MONSTER FUCKING

*kinktober masterlist | *ao3

tags : NSFW, fem/afab reader, dub-con just bc y'all are so outta it, (mentioned/implied) dom/sub space, mermaid!cove x human!reader, soft to mean dom cove, biting, scratching, stomach bulging, knotting ment, ignore the kinda scary mer pregnancy bit okay

synopsis : cove finally lets you spend his heat with him, and your mermaid boyfriend is so much different than you had thought...

maybe you should have listened to cove when he said humans couldn't handle a mermaids heat. at least not without fighting for their life.

mermaids are naturally rough during their heats, biting and fighting for dominance over the other.. not to mention the sheer size of them.

cove is bigger than the average merman, "standing" at 12 feet tall.

which is something you should have factored in along with the sharp teeth and claws. because now, you're in a isolated underwater cove, with a horny, giant mermaid who is currently rearranging your guts.

"cove-!" you cry, pushing against his chest. it's fruitless, and you're just asking for more assertiveness, more pain

"stay still." cove growls, his sharp eyes striking through you, urging you to stay still and take it. you whine, your eyes rolling back. you know cove is trying to be gentle, but his mind is clouded.

"i-i can't take more!" you whimper. even though he's proportional for a merman of his size, it's too much for you. you couldn't possibly take all of his dick. "it won't fit-" you drawl, the words straining through gritted teeth.

cove kisses your cheek, licking your tears. "it's okay, it's okay..." he comforts, panting from the effort to control himself. "you can take it... i've prepared you for this.."

you whine when he moves again, the prominent ridges on the underside of his dick stretching you open.

he really did try to prepare you, gifting you a toy roughly the size of his dick and some smaller ones to work up to his size. cove even ate you out beforehand, his fingers slowly stretching you open and making sure you would come out as unscathed as possible.

cove kisses you, swallowing your whines and moans and trading it for his long tapered tongue.

you kiss back, letting cove consume your senses and take away all your burdens.

bitten, bruised, and sore, it's so worth it. to be connected with cove on this level.. it's maddening.

"are.. you okay?" cove pants into your ear, his fingers flexing around your waist as he tries to keep restraint.

you swallow, drool pooling in your mouth. "yes, yes, please move…"

cove fixes his grip on your body to move you the way he wants, his hands are so big they easily wrap around your waist and the heat coming from cove makes you feel like you're burning…

"ah-!" you drape yourself over cove. wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. he's moving your body so easily..

you know you're much smaller than cove, so his strength shouldn't be a surprise. but the way he's moving your body up and down on his cock like you're his personal cock sleeve drives you crazy.

"covee~" you drawl, your eyes rolling back. fuck you're losing your mind.

every part of your body and mind is consumed with pleasure, any thoughts you have melt and reform to think about nothing but cove and his dick.

cove's nails dig into your skin, pearls of blood coming to the surface and washing away with the movements of your hips.

the scratches should hurt, cove's claws aren't for decoration afterall, but it seems that medicine cove gave you helps with the pain you are sure to endure during his heat.

cove groans, "fuck.. you're so tight…"

you pang, blinking away your fucked out haze. "you're… you're just too- ohh fuck- too big!"

cove's laugh is cut off by your twitching cunt tightening around him, "jesus christ, y/n… stop tightening up.." cove growls.

you whine, dragging your nails down cove's scaled shoulders. "i'm-i'm trying.." you whine, "it feels so good."

cove drags his teeth over the exposed column of your throat. his lips trail down to your shoulder, and with much care that most mermaids wouldn't afford, he bites down hard enough to leave evidence of his teeth, and he runs his tongue over it soothingly.

you huff, squirming in cove's hold. "please, please cove! faster!"

cove peeks at you, stopping his assault on your neck and collarbone. "...can you handle it?"

you huff irritably, rolling your eyes. "i'm taking your dick right now aren't i? i'm not going to break."

cove glares, "it took you a week to get up to the toy that was only 2nd to my true size, you shook and cried that you couldn't take it."

his voice is booming, and maybe it should scare you, but something about cove reminding you how you pathetically ran to him to help you with the toy… it turns you on.

"you've trained your pathetic human cunt to take my dick and you still cried that it wouldn't fit." cove stares down at you, his height and gaze making you still and a fire is burning in your stomach.

"if i give you more than you can take, you'll break. aren't you worried about me hurting you?" cove inquires and his gaze is a mix of intrigue and confusion at your eager negative shake of your head.

"as if, you can't hurt a fly." you're testing him, he's already holding back for you and yet you can't help but want to push him over the edge…

cove growls, a sound that rumbles deep in his chest and his gills flare.

he doesn't say anything else, you've said enough after all and if it's more you want, it's more you get.

cove hugs you, one arm around your back and the other under your butt, and uses the power of his lower body to thrust up into you.

you yell, your nails scratching down his scales and to his back, surely scratching off skin if cove's hiss is anything to go by.

with the change of pace, the last couple inches of cove's dick forces itself into you. you can't even catch your breath since with every rearing of his hips, the knot at the base of his dick pop in-and-out of you.

"cove!" you slap his shoulder, shaking at the stimulation.

cove nips at your shoulder and chest, leaving small marks where he pleases. "you wanted more. don't blame me if you end up becoming my pathetic cock sleeve."

you whine, drool slipping past the corner of your lips.

he's really fucking you dumb, leaving you no choice but to think about nothing but his dick.

his fat tip keeps bumping against your cervix, hitting that lovely spot between your womb and your gummy walls.

"ah! ohh fuck!" you cry, cove has taken your nipple in his mouth, swirling his long tongue around the bud and teasing it with his teeth, your other breast in his hands, rolling the bud between his fingers.

you whimper and moan, shaking your hips in return. the sensation is so good, especially since he's keeping you from running with his arm around your waist, forcing you to take the pleasure he's giving you.

as if you would want to run anyway. you've become way too addicted to this now.

sure you and cove have been intimate before, but this is the most you've ever taken of his ridiculously large mer dick and this is the roughest he's ever been with you.

usually he’s the one holding your hips to keep you from sinking any further on his length. but now he's fucking you with reckless abandon, giving into your pleas after all this time…

it doesn't take much to succumb to the pleasure that you've been craving this whole time.

“cove!” you cry, your legs shaking.”i’m gonna, i’m gonna make a mess!”

cove growls, picking up pace, purposefully angling his tip to slam against your g-spot.

a couple solid thrusts is all it takes to have you shaking, your legs wrapped around cove as you squirt.

you're seeing white, your legs shaking and toes curling. you can barely process the groan that comes deep from cove's throat because of your convulsing cunt, you're wrapped so tightly around him that his cock drags against your walls when he tries to pull back.

you whine and shake, feeling sensitive after such an intention orgasm.

"cove…" you weakly call, pulling yourself up by his shoulders to try and get off his dick, that spongy spot inside your walls too tender from the abuse.

"don't pull away from me.." cove grunts, wrapping his arms around your waist tighter.

you pant, blinking and trying to keep consciousness.

you barely register that you're slipping into sub space, you've completely surrendered yourself to cove and obediently swallow the pearls he presses to your lips.

"mm, what.. what was that?" you ask, swallowing several times at the after taste. you know one of them was for breathing underwater, but you've never seen the other before..

"it's a contraceptive."

in this position you feel really small to cove, his body leaning over yours, completely trapping you between him and his nest.

combine that with his feral grin and sharp eyes… you're stuck and absolutely hypnotized.

"merfolk are very fertile, remember?" cove leans down to whisper in your ear. his voice deep and it penetrates your soul.

"we have a lot left to do before i impregnate you with my seed."

you shiver, looking at him with wide eyes. the thought doesn't terrify you, although maybe it should with what you know…

most humans don't survive it. and that's typically because they're not mated… something about DNA and special pheromones to relax and aid you in pregnancy and birth.

cove kisses your cheek, grinding his the tip of his dick near your womb. "don't worry… i know hoe to make it easier, don't be scared."

you nod mindlessly, trusting him.

"fuck!" you curse, the power of cove's thrust nearly burying you in his nest.

you cling onto his shoulders for dear life, your leg kicking out, allowing him to go even deeper.

"cove!"

"shhh, it's okay. just a bit more.." cove soothes, "i'm gonna cum soon…"

he groans, removing himself from your thoroughly marred neck to hold your legs and spreading them open, allowing him to piston into your weeping cunt.

you howl, throwing your head back and fisting the organized mess of blankets and materials of cove's nest, arching your back.

the movement just forces his dick deeper inside you, making you whine loudly.

you flip over, although not without much shaking, whimpering, and cove's nails digging into your skin.

although now that you've made it onto your stomach, weakly trying to escape the onslaught of pleasure, cove tugs your hips back and easily manhandled you.

he presses you against his chest with his hand, the other on your stomach, which he brings something interesting to your attention…

"fuck.. you see that?"

it takes you a minute to respond, too long because cove grabs you by your chin and tilts your head down, and shows you your stomach.

you moan lowly at the sight.

with every deep thrust you can see cove's dick protrude from your stomach, popping up right below your belly button.

cove lifts your head back up, his hand under your jaw, and he can't help but laugh at the tears running down your face.

"look at you, you've become a brainless slut."

you moan at cove's degrading comment. fuck you didn't think he had it in you but he does and you are losing it.

"maybe i'll keep you to myself forever. merfolk already have a bad reputation because of sirens.." cove growls in your ear, "wanna be my cute lil' cock sleeve, y/n?"

all you can do is beg and squirm for more.

"please.." you whimper, feeling cove's knot catching on your entrance. you want to be filled, you need him to cum inside..

cove laughs at your plea and kisses your lips, grinning a sharp toothed, wolfish smirk. "good girl, i'll take care of you…"

#sugar omi kinktober #sugar-omi kinktober #kinktober #olba #our life: beginnings & always #cove holden #cove holden x reader #smut #cove holden smut #our life cove #cove holden x mc #cove holden x reader smut #our life smut

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ilylovelyz · 9 months

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hey, i loveeee your storiessss💕💚💚🫶🏻 can you possibly do like sakusa makeup s*x? like i imagine him like being so clingy during it because he wants to makeup to you so badddddd!!

close to me.

pair : sakusa x afab!reader

warning(s) : jus nice makeup sex, somnophilia, im sorry for not answering requests im still unmotivated

sakusa is not one to whine and beg for what he wants. he thinks it's childish and immature. he would very much rather to just forget about whatever he wants instead of getting on his knees and begging.

but after the most recent argument he had with you, he might as well beg for your attention like some sad puppy because for the past two days, you've been giving him a harsh cold shoulder. he doesn't even quite remember what you two disagreed about. it was something small turned big, thats for sure.

it's his second night in a row on the small sofa in your living room. the minute you were fed up with the argument, you banned him to the couch. you didn't even want to sleep next to him. in the moment, he happily gave into your demand, huffing and puffing his way to the couch.

it was like two hours in when he already regretted his mistake. as much as he wants to look like, he's very touch-starved and social (with you), and the couch was a little too lonely and cold for his liking. he wanted to go and grovel at your bedside, but found himself standing there like a creep in the dark, pride stinging him greatly.

the morning after that, he tried talking to you, but was too awkward and embarrassed. he ignored the little pang of heartbreak he felt when you turned him away. he wondered how he could fix this issue that he created, but he was never great with relationships to begin with.

he sighs deeply, closing his eyes in hopes of falling asleep. but he can't. not on this stupid stiff sofa you bought simply for looks. not without you. and definitely not with this urge to just touch you again. he focuses on the time again. 1:02 am. he abruptly sits up, he's not going to spend another night like this.

he makes his way to your shared bedroom, the only source of light is the small pink nightlight placed in the hallway. you're scared of the dark. he quietly steps into the room, eyes softly making out the outline of your body underneath the futon. he's at the edge of the bed, trying to decide his actual plan.

his hand mindlessly reached to tap your waist, his hand rubbing against the cloth material of your shirt. his shirt, he can tell, it's too big on you. he crawls onto the bed, sitting on his knees as he quietly leans down to place a light kiss to your cheek. "y/n.. i miss you." he softly whispers against your cheek, hands caressing on the bare skin of your exposed back.

he places another kiss onto your forehead before he's pulling away at your panties, being careful to not potentially stretch them out with his strength. "y/n, i miss you." he breathes out, leaning down to place a kiss on your kneecaps as his calloused fingers rub against your folds. he pays no mind to the fact that you are sleeping, you'll wake up eventually. he's done this before with your consent.

his fingers prod and tease your puffy hole as his palm is rubbing against your clit. he places more mindless kisses along your thighs and pelvis, eager to show you his determination and love for you. "omi?" you croak, mouth falling open in a silent mewl when his fingers work their way into your core. he wastes no time to find that sweet spot of yours. he's determined to make you forgive him again.

"y/n, i'm sorry." he immediately says, hands leaving your needy walls so he could sit up and lean his forehead against yours as he lined his cock's tip against your throbbing hole. he closes his eyes shut when he sinks into you, ears listening intently to your surprised gasp. the two of you practically share the same air as his lips feather against yours, almost connecting but at the same time not.

he's desperate for you. he just wants you. he hisses when your hands clench and claw at his shoulders in pleasure. he softly smiles with content, thats how it should be. he throws your leg around his waist, hoping the new position will have him reaching deeper into you.

you moan and mewl at his deep and slow thrusts, pussy fluttering deliciously around him. he resists the urge to cum with you clenching so tightly around him, it's for you after all. he swallows down a cry of his name as he kisses you deeply, tongues slowly dancing with one another.

he takes one of your hands from his shoulder, his much bigger one holding yours with love. his forehead still glued to yours, he pushes his whole body weight against you, low eyes watching your lewd facial expressions.

"y/n, i love you." he whisperers as you cum around him. he clenches his eyes shut to draw away his own orgasm. it's all for you. he grunts as he can't resist anymore before he's spilling his warm seed inside of you.

"y/n- i fucking love you." he chokes out, hips pushing against yours before all but his lips come to a stop, passionately kissing and shaking against you as he lays on top of you, desperate to feel you close to him for longer.

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happydewva · 9 months

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Photo of the Past

Based on a series of events in discord.

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(MC holds a old pic of Ominis, the pic in question)

MC: ...is this you?

Ominis: From what I can tell, you're holding a picture of me in third year.

MC: ...so, it is you?

Ominis: Yes, yes it is.

(Mc, holding back laughter)

Ominis, confused: Dearest, why are you laughing?

MC, trying not to laugh: YOu- You just look... just soo different.

Ominis, confused and slightly insecure: Is that a bad thing?

MC: I don’t even recognize you here!

Ominis rolls his eyes: You’re lucky I love you.

MC, teasing now: This isn't Ominis Gaunt, this is Foreboding Emaciated.

Ominis, slightly annoyed: Really, dearest?

MC, still teasing: You look like your name was Perilous Haggard.

Ominis, done with this and getting up: I’m leaving, love.

MC, laughing her ass off: Wait- ahaha... One more, darling... please.

(Ominis sighs and sits back down, knowing he can’t say no as MC’s laughter dies down)

MC: I love you... Inauspicious Gangling.

(Ominis gets up and leaves, but still yells at MC)

Ominis: Now, I’m leaving. I don’t want to see you until dinner!

(MC is losing their shit)

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Special thanks to @finalgirllx @alun1r & @chaosartic who witnessed my insanity and the birth of this. To join the dicord server go to Finalgirl’s dms.

#ominis x reader #gn!reader #omi-athon #ominis x mc

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l-littlebird-l · 8 months

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Having some fun with Ominis' voice, thought I'd make him quote King Viserys from House of the Dragon. He sounds... rather enthusiastic about it, to say the least. And… I may have, “accidentally” used up all of my quota. I won’t be able to make new files until next month. Ughh

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omirice · 1 year

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NSFW...kinda My self-indulgent Omi drabble because I can

Omi tucks you to bed and kisses you gently with his soft lips, caresses your body with his calloused hands, and gazes at you passionately with his amber-colored eyes. You stared back at him, running your hand through his short brown hair, to his face, scar, neck, down to his toned chest. You then hugged him tightly, your warm lips pressed against his ear then you whispered "I love you". He smiled softly, touches your face, ran his fingertips through it down to your jaw, then kisses you passionately.

He wakes you up with a kiss on the forehead. He then gets up and you wake up to the sight of his wide and muscled back gleaming beneath the sunlight. You thought his bed hair was really sexy and you can't wait to run your hand through it again. He suddenly looked at you with a smirk as he talked in a husky voice. "Can I eat you for breakfast?"

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fiflerovium · 1 year

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"Teeth check-up Omi! U-uuuuuuh O-Omi ??"

In the end, it looked nothing like the ref, but it gave me the idea of this KittyOmi. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It's.ky guilty pleasure as a multishipper to make the other character up to the viewer, it could be anyone

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#artists on tumblr #msby imagines #sakusa fanart #sakusa kiyoomi #omi omi #omi #omihina #omigiri #skts #sakuastu #sakusa x reader #ushisaku

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omi-boshi · 2 months

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been having massive brainworms of yachi and kiyoomi meeting in college and becoming close friends + yachi having to play wingman for kiyoomi when he meets you

cannot stop thinking about unlikely friends yachi and kiyoomi. they probably first met during nationals in kiyoomi's last year in itachiyama. maybe she piqued his interest when he heard her tell hinata to go back to the bathroom and wash his hands properly. they met again in uni and stuck together until they graduated and had to part ways because of their career choices.

and it probably was a gradual thing too, how they became friends. with kiyoomi being generally prickly and yachi being so shy. they just started sitting at the same table one day in the library. then, small nods of acknowledgment became hesitant attempts at small talk. then, it turned into kiyoomi crashing into the chair across from yachi that he has deemed his throughout the semester and immediately complaining about some professor while yachi nods in sympathy. then, it turned into yachi buying two orders of her coffee for that day because she knew kiyoomi would try stealing her coffee under the guise of "i just wanted to try what sugary concoction you brought today, hitoka. c'mon." that he swears he doesn't like. they probably also have matching keychains that kiyoomi bought for them on a whim one day when he was out in the city. and kiyoomi was definitely the person yachi had on speed dial for when she went on dates that started well but ended up making her uncomfortable. and in turn, yachi was the first one he told about you, about the person he was paired up with for a class presentation. she was the first to notice when kiyoomi started crushing on you, even before he himself realized. to notice the way kiyoomi would stare at you longer than necessary, gaze warm with an undercurrent of longing. and the way it might not be as one-sided as kiyoomi deemed it was when she catches you stealing glances at him when you think no one was looking. and naturally, yachi is the first to set the both of you up, ditching the hangout the three of you planned with motoya and tsukasa (that was two weeks in the making, mind you) because "ah, sorry! a very important deadline was moved to today and motoya, tsukasa-san, and i haven't even done half of it." kiyoomi would be disgruntled at how bad that excuse was because the three of them aren't even in the same classes, let alone groupings. and he tells yachi as much. you are none the wiser of course. "i'm really sorry!!! i was so excited too :(( we'll make it up to you both okay? xo" yachi would send to you and to kiyoomi, "if you don't end up kissing them by the end of tonight, don't even bother texting me. good luck!" - [Today 10:19PM] thanks, hitoka

#editing the post to avoid confusion hsagdgajd ;;;;#just. (slams fist on the table) give me platonic omiyachi #this was sitting in my drafts and i don't remember if i ever posted this or a version of this so /*shrugs #i just love kiyoomi making unlikely friends ;;;;; he needs to make up for all the years he didn't #yachi would be so excited too to play wingman cus this would be the first time she would see kiyoomi take interest in Anybody #yachi: at least one of us should have a good love life. i'll make sure of it.#san's omi brainrot #san's blobs #sakusa x reader #sakusa x gn!reader #sakusa fluff #sakusa drabble #sakusa headcanons #haikyuu #hq fluff

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kyopmi · 2 years

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arguably, sakusa kiyoomi's worst habit is tsk-ing at any slight inconvenience.

when he thinks the team is being too rowdy at 7am in the morning. when he sees someone sneeze without covering the lower half of their face. when the pedestrian traffic light turns red right as he's about to cross.

he thinks he picked it up from his mother, from when she used to click her tongue disapprovingly whenever he comes home late after playing in the neighborhood with komori, or when he returns from volleyball practice with a noticeable bruise on his pale skin. most of the time, there's no lingering malice behind it – it's just something he's so used to doing and he fails to catch himself before he even realizes he's doing it.

in fact, the opposite is true when it comes to you.

he tsks at you when he sees you on your phone at ungodly hours of the night, snatching up your phone and pulling you to bed so he can snuggle you to sleep.

he tsks at you when he gets a text from you saying you missed breakfast because you had overslept, opening up the food delivery app on his phone to order a proper meal for you.

he tsks at you when he sees you scampering over to his parked car from your workplace much later than you should be, silently cursing your boss for assigning you with an extra shift and taking away his precious y/n time.

he tsks at you when he notices your stress taking a toll on you physically and mentally, pulling you away from the cold world and into his warm arms, if only for a moment, letting your tear stain the front of his t-shirt and holding you tight against him for as long as you need.

sakusa is aware he's never been good with words, choosing instead to show you what he can't put into words. yet despite the feigned annoyance behind the clicking of his tongue, you know his tsks have become a love language of their own, reserved specially for you.

take care of yourself. you deserve the world. i love you.

#omi youre so dramatic but ily anyway #<- is it time to bring back this tag? experts say yes #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu scenarios #sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa fluff #sakusa kiyoomi fluff #hq x reader #hq x you #&works

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sugar-omi · 7 months

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lots of breeding/raw sex this kinktober huh.... ig the underlying theme is definitely unprotected sex now bc i can tell you rn that in the following days... the boys here aren't strictly following the rules they learned in sex ed... tsk tsk tsk, smh, your/their parents are disappointed... /lh eta now that ive finished: HELP COVE'S IS SO MUCH LONGER....

DAY THREE — DADDY/MOMMY KINK

*kinktober masterlist | *ao3

tags : NSFW, fem/afab reader, trying for a baby w derek, so creampie/raw sex, mommy kink, you n cove have a son, yall r talking abt ANOTHER ONE, readers in a dress, dirty talk, daddy kink

synopsis : you call your man daddy, and it turns him on more than he thought it would.

"derek!" you gasp, dragging your nails down his shoulders, your chests squishing together from your back arching off the bed.

derek shushes you, pressing a kiss to your temple and holding your legs for you, trying to ease your burden while he ruins your insides, so that way you can focus on taking his seed.

you whimper, your cunt fluttering around derek's length when he hits that spongy spot in your walls.

"so good, you're doing so good for me, love..." derek gasps out praises, babbling how pretty you are and how lovely you'll look carrying his baby, and how he'll take care of you.

"derek- derek!" you call for him, your senses centered around him.

"i'm here lovely, just let me take care of you.." he pants, leaning over you on his elbows, your legs folding up to your shoulders from the way you're pinned under derek's body.

"you're gonna be such a good mama.." derek breathes out, making you moan loudly. fuck you're so turned on.

"please! wanna be a mommy, please please-" you cry, wrapping your legs around derek's waist when he changes positions. you try to suck in a breath of fresh air but the air is so hot, and it smells like sex and you're so dazed.

derek kisses your knee, holding your hand while he fucks you, his shallow thrusts making you see stars from how deep he's reaching.

"fuck.." derek curses, his eyes sharp as he takes in the sight of your sweaty, willing body.

you keep babbling, looking into your husband's loving and lust hazed eyes, your gaze surely matching his own. "wanna make you a daddy, please, cum inside.."

you whimper at derek's sharp thrust right by your cervix, an onslaught on loud moans and whimpers coming from both of you while derek holds down your hips.

"i'm gonna..." derek pants, unable to finish his sentence. you grasp at his bicep, holding tightly onto his hand even though your palms are sweaty.

"me- ahh- me too! derek.. oh god. inside, inside please!" you ramble, pushing back to grind on derek's dick, your legs shaking and tightening around his waists as you finish.

the hold your legs have around him leaves him no choice but to bury himself inside, not that he had any other intentions. how else can you be a mama to his baby if he doesn't finish inside your weeping cunt?

"mhmn-!" you moan into cove's mouth, your back bumping against the wall when he pushes you against it.

you're totally trapped between the wall and cove, not that it's a problem but cove's egearness surprised you.

cove slips his tongue into your mouth, easily melting in his arms as you let him take control, moaning again when he slips his knee between your legs, bunching up your maxi-dress but the thin layers between your cunt and cove's thigh makes your head spin.

"whats- mhn- got *kiss* into you..?" you barely manage to get the words out.

cove stops kissing you long enough to answer you with labored breath, "you called me daddy.." he bites his lip, flushing at how he's reacting just cause of that word.

you smirk, and it's dripping with smugness and curiosity. "i've called you that before, what's so different this time huh?"

cove huffs, pointedly ogling your boobs in this dress. "i don't know.. something about you and that word today is so.." he swallows, looking up at you again. "its driving me up the wall today."

you hum, wrapping your arms around his neck to tangle your fingers in his hair. "and what are we gonna do about that.. daddy?"

cove groans lowly in his throat, closing his eyes. "y/n..."

you push him towards the couch, lifting up your dress and throwing your panties in his direction before straddling his lap, already working his belt before cove can fully realize what's happening.

you laugh at his dumbfounded face, "we have to hurry. before river wakes up from his nap.."

cove nods, groaning when you wrap a hand around his dick, stroking him to fullness.

"y/n.. fuck.." cove curses, throwing his head back.

you spit on your hand for extra glide, swiping at every bead of pre that pearls at cove's tip, giving him a few quick tugs before you line yourself up.

"ah- wait, shouldn't we get the- oh fuck-" cove groans, his worries cut off when you sink onto his cock, covering your mouth to stop any sounds from escaping.

you're both panting, cove shaking under your weight at the feeling of your tight heat.

"i.. i had some fun this morning while you took care- ahh... of river.." you sigh, slowly lifting your hips up and rocking.

cove groans, his hands gripping your hips. "fuck.. i.. i can't believe you." cove laughs, jokingly bitter you got off without him.

you tug on his ear, trading it for his jaw. "you can't complain, i'm ready for you aren't i?" you punctuate it with a long drag up cove's dick, slamming your hips down and a dull clap of your butt against cove's pants echos in the room.

cove moans lowly, covering his mouth. fuck, he loves when you ride him..

cove grits his teeth, tired of your smart mouth and teasing circles of your hips. he fixes his hold on you, planting his feet and he thrusts up suddenly when you rise.

"oh!" you startle, having to cover your mouth before a loud whimper spells from your throat.

you mutter curses, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

cove pulls down the straps of your dress, tugging down the front so he can suck marks along your cleavage and collarbone, nipping and sucking at the tender skin.

your fingers curl in his hair, ruining his ponytail.

"maybe.. ha~ i'll call you daddy mm-more often..." you barely get the words out. cove's tip is bumping against your womb with every particularly deep thrust, and it's making you melt...

cove groans, "please..."

you laugh, leaning back to admire your flushed and horny mess of a husband.

"yeah? didn't think you'd beg me to call you daddy." you tease, grinding back when cove's thrust falters for a moment.

cove rolls his eyes, about to grumble something before you kiss his complaints away, slipping your tongue in his mouth.

you finally pull back, giving him a soft peck when he chases your lips. "nothing wrong w'it.." you slur, "fatherhood is so sexy on you..."

cove flushes at the confession, trying to play it off with humor. "you're just saying that because river cockblocks us so much..."

you laugh but shake your head, "seriously, seeing you with him makes me want another one.."

cove freezes, gaping. "really..?"

you nod, kissing cove's neck. "i mean, he's almost 6.."

"y/n..." cove speech is strained through gritted teeth as he considers your words.

you suck on his jaw, picking up the pace that cove dropped. "just think about it. he needs a sibling, and besides... wasn't it fun making a baby?"

cove moans, shaking under your care and soaking up your dirty talk like a sponge. "you came inside me so many times, fucked me through our mattress until the early morning..."

your words are like a siren seducing a pirate with its pretty song, selling a beautiful world to them under the sea.

"don't you wanna come in me again? breeding my cunt during all possible moments of the day... i had your cum soaking through my panties at work. it was so hard to focus..." you pout, recounting the time he fucked you silly on your lunch break.

cove curses, looking at you through the gaps of his fingers with predatory eyes.

you put on a bit more charm, thoroughly seducing your husband with just a few words. "please, daddy? i wanna have your baby again..."

that's the final straw that breaks cove's back, and before you can think twice, cove has you on your back, his knee on the edge of the sofa and your legs held wide open by his strong hands.

"cove!" you exclaim, flustered at this exposing position.

"shh, river will wake up." cove reprimanded, rearing his hips back and slamming back into you, trying to be mindful of making your skin clap.

you cover your mouth with both hands, closing your eyes at the pleasure.

"why so quiet? you were just begging me to fuck you." cove mocks, smirking at your watery, hooded eyes.

"oh god... daddy." you gasp, clinging onto the throw pillow beside your head for dear life.

"that's it, keep calling me that..." cove growls, further folding you in on yourself.

all you can do is whine and take cove's dick, letting him abuse your poor insides until your both satisfied.

he leans over to kiss you, your lips easily slotting together. you moan into his mouth, swallowing the others sounds.

cove breaks the kiss, his head falling on your shoulder as you both near orgasm.

you gasp, clawing down his back through his shirt. "fuck- just like that, daddy!"

cove groans, his thrusts going shallow, more of a grind into your hips as he tries to keep the noise down.

your leg shakes, falling when cove reaches for your clit. "ah! cove!"

cove lifts his head up, his eyes dark and pupils blown. "you mean it, you want another?"

you nod wildly, "yes, yes, i mean it! wanna make you a daddy again," you start to ramble, just wanting to finish together but also wholly sincere in your words. " 'love when you fuck me, i need you, daddy." you whine, curses and huffs coming from your mouth as you near your end.

cove groans, cursing, his hips stuttering as he finishes.

you quickly lock your lips together, swallowing each others sounds as cove pins his hips to your butt, cumming into the deeply inside your twitchy cunt.

cove rests on your chest, his softening dick twitching from the warmth of your cunt.

he's about to fall asleep when you curse, pushing at his shoulders.

"i think i heard river say hi to your fish.."

at that cove jumps up, pulling out with a hiss as you scramble to get your clothes straight before your son comes down.

hearing him call for you, you shout towards the stairs, "i'm coming, bud! wait right there!"

cove wipes his hands over his face, totally embarrassed at his lack of composure. but you turn to him and whisper in his ear before leaving...

"we'll continue this later.. daddy."

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