Kinktober Day 9 <3
Sakusa x begging
Warnings: NSFW, fem reader
Words: ~ 1k
Kinktober Masterlist II -> Next day
"What was that? I couldn't hear you there."
He doesn't sound the slightest bit sincere with his hand around your throat, effectively hindering you from speaking any coherent words. There is a dangerous glint in his eyes while he lets his gaze roam over your body, taking in all the marks he has left on your collarbones and cleavage so far.
Blood rushes to your head when he releases his grip on your neck, and you gasp and cough before you take a deep breath and fill your lungs. "Kiyoomi- please- I said please," you still feel lightheaded, your desperation clearly evident in your face.
"Just 'Kiyoomi, please'? That's not enough," he mocks your breathless whimper and suddenly grabs your hips and brings you on top of him, effectively making you straddle his lap. You bring your hands to his shoulders and cling to him, the white number 15 feeling soft under your fingers when you roam one hand down to his chest. His heart beats steady and calm under your fingers, just the slightest bit faster than usual, betraying his calm demeanor.
"C'mon, you wanted me to fuck you, now show me how badly you want it," he taunts you, his baritone vibrating against your body when his lips finally catch yours in a bruising kiss. Your hands dig into his shirt, desperate to keep him close, but he all too soon leans back and rests his upper body on the bed, his dark eyes now focused on you. You sit there for a second, allowing yourself to admire the way he looks so handsome, with his messy hair and still slightly sweaty face after he had just finished the game.
You hesitantly move your hips until you position yourself right above his crotch, an encouraging sound leaving his lips when you slowly grind against him. "Please, Kiyoomi. I want you so bad. Need you so bad." You brace yourself on his chest and start grinding harder, feeling his hard cock between your legs, rubbing you just the right way. "Yeah? Tell me more, princess." His hands rub your thighs, the feeling his bare hands on your skin sending little sparks along the path of his fingers. "Want to feel you inside, Kiyoomi, please. Want you to fill me up, wanna feel your cock," your needy pleas seem to fall on deaf ears, as he still calmly rubs your thighs and doesn't make an attempt to take things further.
"I like the sound of that." He bucks his hips into yours, clearly intent on making you even more desperate. "Take off your shirt." You quickly pull your shirt over your head, throwing the black fabric with the matching number 15 carelessly to the ground, taking a mental note to take it home with you later. Your hands go back to support your body on his chest while you grind on him, his eyes now focused on the pretty black bra that you thoughtfully decided to wear today. "Kiyoomi, please- I want more," you whine, the friction feeling good, yet not enough. "I'm all yours, just take what you need, y/n." There is always something intimate in the way he says your name when you're alone, it rolls like honey from his lips, deep and rich and only serving to spur you on further.
You rub your clit along the length of his cock, the rock-hard outline clearly visible and impossible to miss under his sweats and providing you with enough friction to make you even needier. His hands dig into the flesh of your thighs, rocking you on his body more vigorously the longer you keep going. His name leaves your lips with a soft plea, the heat now surging through your body while you keep on dry-humping, just rubbing your bodies against each other and keeping intense eye-contact.
"Y/n- ahh- please-" a groan leaves his lips, his hips bucking against your body. The sudden movement makes you close your eyes from pleasure, the muscles in your thighs slowly getting sore and tired but he's helping you keeping up your pace. Your nails dig into his chest and your body tenses as you slowly build up more friction with each grind against his body. A needy whimper of his name leaves your lips, and you rut against him like you're in heat, the sound of rustling clothes and your moans filling the room. Your jaw drops when you feel yourself slowly working towards the edge, a last "Kiyoomi-" leaving your lips before your body succumbs and brings you to your high. Your thighs clench around his hips, your body rocking on frantically while you clench around nothing, the hard outline of his cock just perfect for you to grind on, the intensity of the slowly build up orgasm overwhelming to you.
You breathe heavily when you calm down from your high, now carefully sitting a back to not hurt him, and he catches your hands on his chest while he sits up, seemingly effortlessly and elegant. He brings one hand to your cheek and tilts your face upwards to meet him, and the way his eyes captivate yours makes your heart beat faster again. A slight blush covers his cheeks, a rare sight on him, before he connects your lips, deeply kissing you and inserting his tongue in your mouth softly. You move your lips, simply following his lead as he presses your barely clad chest against his and holds you close, his still hard cock clearly evident between your bodies. He parts slowly, his pupils wide from lust and a barely noticeable smile adorns his lips while he directs your body on the mattress, not caring about your whines of of being sensitive, but instead encouragingly patting your backside.
"Come on, princess. Get that ass up and face down. I want to hear you beg some more."
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