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#I feel really whipped for Sakusa rn T.T
osamusriceballs · 2 years
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Sakusa x fem Reader
Warnings: NSFW (18+)
Words: 1,8k
About: A friends with benefits relationship with Sakusa.
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"Fuck, Kiyoomi-"
The sound of bare skin slapping against each other fills the room, one of your hands tightly gripping his bare back and leaving a trail of desperate red marks while your legs are tightly wrapped around his hips, urging him to go faster and deeper. His head is buried in the crook of your neck, his deep and heavy breaths right next to your ear making you feel like you could explode any second. It's hot, so hot, the way he fucks you slowly, making sure you feel every single thrust, every single inch of his cock inside of you, while his lips press against your neck ever so softly-
A moan gets stuck in your throat when his hand suddenly finds yours, his fingers quickly intervening with yours and squeezing your hand firmly- a sudden intimate gesture, that makes you widen your eyes in surprise. You don't have time to question his action, your mind too distracted when Sakusa keeps on rolling his hips, moving faster just a little bit, still thrusting smoothly inside of you again and again. A groan leaves his lips when he pulls back and you feel heat raise to your cheeks when he looks down on your naked bodies and watches how his cock disappears between your folds, his movements even slowing down to have a proper look. He gaze moves to your face, his dark eyes intently staring at yours, and he suddenly leans down, connecting his sweaty forehead to yours. His face reveals none of his thoughts while he silently stays in that position, his hips barely moving at this point, his weight on top of you almost crushing you. Your wet lips part, your breath comes hitched out of your mouth when he slowly leans down to kiss you deeply.
The moment feels so painfully intimate, your bodies connected in the closest way possible, his lips move against yours in a loving and delicate way- that's unusual for Sakusa, and you both know that.
Your whole relationship started when both of you drunkenly met in a club a few months ago- the very first time you both ever met outside of your workspace. You barely remember anything that happened in the club, just that you were out with your friends and that you were deeply surprised when you met Sakusa there too. He's usually not the type to go drinking, hell, to actually go out on a Friday night- but there he was with a dark button up shirt that perfectly fit his build body, the sleeves rolled up and showed his toned arms- he was definitely the center of attention that night. You were mildy surprised when HE actually came to greet you, your hazy mind never considering the possibility that he could remeber your name, leave alone feeling the urge to talk to you, even though you technically see each other everyday at work.
The rest is a blur, some faint memories of your friends elbowing you and telling you to catch "that snack, who keeps eye-fucking you", you being flustered when you realize that he heard them but tactfully chose not to react to their comments and then how the two of you find yourself at a bar, having one shot after another, the distance between the two of you basically gone by the end of the night when you somehow sit on his lap.
Everything gets crystal clear the second you entered Sakusa's apartment though. How you thought it was nice and clean, how you both stood in the bathroom, giggling while he helped you wash your hands and removing your makeup. How he laughed, a rare but extremely pleasant sound with his deep baritone, when you smeared soap on his shirt- and how you were almost melting at how carefully he held your hand and guided you to the guest room to sleep. He was just as drunk as you, continuosly stating that he barely drinks due to his profession, but he had still been drinking probably twice the amount you had. He made an attempt to leave the room but you grabbed his hand when he turned around and told him to stay.
Then how you suddenly sat on his lap once again- this time on the bed, his strong hands guiding you to straddle him on his muscular thighs- hesitation on both of your sides for a second but when your eyes locked, you were certain about one thing. That you want this.
He fucked you all night, dragging countless orgasms from your sensitive body with his thick cock, you could barely feel your legs when he mercilessly pounded into you, encouraged by your constant moans and pleas. You're pretty sure that his neighbors heard you scream his name like a prayer, your throat was pretty sore the next day, but being drunk and high on Sakusa, you don't really care. You had been pleasantly surprised when he wrapped his hand around your throat while he thrusts into you, the sight of the naked volleyball pro on top of you, holding you firmly under him and fucking you mercilessly forever engraved in your memory. That night showed you that having sex with Sakusa Kiyoomi is addictive. You could never get enough of him, mentally cursing him for setting your standards so high.
You were again surprised when you saw a message on your phone two days later, just a short "hey" from an unknown number, but you quickly figured it was Sakusa. He hadn't left your mind the past few days, your body secretly craving for his attention again, thinking about how he shamelessly ate you out, or how he fucked you with his ever so flexible fingers, curling them at angles that should be impossible, yet brought you pleasure that you never thought was possible. He ruined you for everyone else in just a single night. Did you have the same effect on him?
You were on cloud seven when he proposed to meet again, stating that he enjoyed the night and was hoping you did so too. From then on you started to meet frequently, you found yourself under the mysterious dark-haired male at least twice a week, sometimes on top of him, but no matter where, you were always satisfied deeply.
Sakusa is like a drug for you. He knows how to touch you, how to make your knees weak, how to control his body no matter how needy his actually is, to hold back until you reach your high first- sometimes also second or third time before he even considers to chase his own. The sexual tension between the two of you is undeniable- and the little touches and stolen kisses in the locker room are always a promise for a wild night.
He refused to get emotionally closer to you though, even keeping his distance at work and strictly talking about volleyball when you had to interact, and you fully respect that, being happy with the silent agreement you had. Just sex, no strings attached.
That's why your eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he grabbed your hand and fucked you- like you actually mean something to him. He's moaning your name between kisses, your body on fire now with your hips arching to meet his thrusts. "Faster, please-" you whine, your eyes shutting close and you barely manage to reciprocate the kiss when he speeds up, the tip of his cock now hitting your most sensitive spot again and again.
"You feel so good-" he rasps, and you moan as response, your legs involuntarily tighten around his hips as pleasure runs through your body, little jolts of electricity going from between your legs right through your body. You feel his cock throbbing inside of you, the veins on his arms popping out from the force it takes him to hold back. "Fuck- you're so hot. So fucking hot- how- dare you-" He groans through gritted teeth, almost angrily when you moan his name as response in a desperate and breathless way. "What?" you manage to voice out, taken aback by his sudden emotional outburst. His pace speeds up and you can barely focus on his words, just feeling him inside of you, overwhelmed by pleasure-
"You- I can't stop thinking about you. How I want to ruin that pretty little cunt every time I see you, how I want to spank your bratty ass when you flirt with that disgusting Miya guy and show you that-" he stops and his thrusts slow down, but quickly get harder, each word fueling his emotions, his hand tightly gripping yours as he keeps on fucking you. Your walls clench when you feel him twitch inside of you- he is close too.
"Show me what?" You move your hand to his hair and pull his head back, forcing him to look at you, not caring about the fact that he will definitively give you a good spanking session for that later- you'd enjoy that anyways.
His eyes are captivating, his expression filled with lust but also a softness that you have never seen on him before- it makes you even more breathless. "Show you that only I can make you feel this good. Show you that you should be mine, and only mine to ruin and touch."
You cry out when he suddenly reaches down between your bodies and presses on your clit, rubbing it with two of his fingers- and that's when you lose it. The orgasm that rushes over your body is one of the most intense you ever had, your legs caging his body tightly while he trusts into you, filling you up so good while your cunt is spasming and tightening around his cock. You barely realize how his hips stutter when he chases his own high, his body eventually stilling when he cums inside of you, filling you up with hot ropes of cum while grabbing your hand tightly. Your name leaves his lips, you faintly hear his voice over your loud moans, your heart almost exploding in your chest while you're on your high, holding tightly onto his hand too with your other hand around his broad shoulders to keep him close.
Sakusa finally collapses on top of you, his cock twitching a few times in your oversensitive pussy before your legs release him and let go of his body. You feel the soreness in your thighs, your body protesting when you relax and lean back into the mattress, desperately trying to catch your breath.
Sakusa doesn't move for a while, your hand now coming up to play with his dark hair, making a satisfied grunt leave his lips. His words replay in your mind again and again, a sudden warm feeling rising from your chest when you recalled how he called you his, and his only-
Maybe there are strings attached.
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