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sakusa kiyoomi x fem reader sakusa physically can't get enough of you, pushing past the point of disgust. warning(s): nsfw, slight yandere sakusa, overstimulation, sweat kink minors do not interact.

sakusa loves you too much. too much for his own good, to put it simply.

you have no issue with it. granted, he isn’t a particularly vocal lover. he doesn’t go around throwing himself at your feet to profess his love to you in the way that maybe his more energetic teammates might, but his affection for you is still there. it’s in the little things that tip you towards how fond he is of you. he makes exceptions about his strict life for you specifically, letting you prance around in his life in a way he would never tolerate from anyone else.

that isn’t to say you don’t appreciate his patience. something like that means the world to sakusa. you’ve seen the way he meticulously cleans his house until a speck of dust couldn’t settle even if it developed sentience and tried. he’s always the first person out of the black jackals team to get his vaccinations update, and his eyes shoot daggers at said teammates whenever they try to sling their arms around him or even get too touchy-feely with him after a hard-earned victory.

yet he doesn’t do the same with you. he lets you put your hands all over him, and he lets you smother yourself in his personal space as much as you want. you could probably come up to him with a bloody nose and demand that he take his shirt off to give to you, and if you caught him in a good enough mood, he might do it.

so yes, it’s safe to say that sakusa loves you, even to the point of compromising his lifestyle in order to get closer to you. you conclude it to be his undying love to you, manifesting itself in a way that might be a little more unconventional but still touching enough to make you swoon all the same. you’re not quite wrong on that; he does love you to the point of insanity.

sakusa is greedy, greedy to the point of ruin. that is what sakusa kiyoomi is.

he wants everything you have to offer him, and he wants to take beyond that. he wants the good and the pretty: the shy smiles you extend to him on secret dates, the way you wake him up with a quiet ‘good morning,’ the times when you call him just because you felt like talking to him. it’s all lovely and quaint, but he also wants to eat up the rest, the ugly and the primal. he wants to see you turn into a sloppy, dirty mess under him, to stain you with all of the messiness that he’s conditioned himself to avoid his entire life, to take you down into the metaphorical mud and to roll around with you until the two of you are entangled in a caked on mess that makes it physically impossible for him to separate from you.

he can only describe his desire for you in a way that makes his skin crawl with disgust, wanting you so inhumanly to the point his own body starts rejecting it. he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“omi- no more-,” you gasp, pinned down on your back to sakusa’s bed. your head lolls helplessly against the pillow, and you barely have the strength to move your face to meet his eyes. your hair is splayed out all over his clean pillowcase, and sakusa’s ragged breath catches in the back of his throat when he sees how beautifully it looks. cum seeps out from between your thighs, and the white seeps all over your legs and drips down into a small pool underneath your ass, indomitable proof how thoroughly he’s ravished you.

he just finished, just came inside of you, and yet the sight of his own cum drenching your body makes blood rush to his cock dangerously. he groans when he feels his dick hardening all over again, swelling up and demanding that he stuff himself back into your warm cunt like nothing happened.

“ah- i’m hard again…,” sakusa mutters. his curly hair sticks to his forehead, the sweat that beads on his skin trickling down the sides of his face. his entire body feels slick and covered with it, and his throat constricts in on itself when he can see the sweat dotting your own body too.

his cock throbs when he notices how much you must be overheating. already driven to the point of overstimulation after he came inside you once, twice already, pretty circular beads of sweat cling to your face and neck, and drops of it drip off of you in twinkling rivulets between your breasts and around your stomach.

the sight makes sakusa fucking shiver with a kind of deeply harbored need that lurches inside of him like a monster.

you shake your head feebly. your eyes have lost focus a long time ago, and all you can register through your hazy mind is the presence of your boyfriend hovering above you. “n-no more, omi- i can’t take another round… ‘ve already cum so much, i-i can’t cum again!”

you look so gorgeous, it makes sakusa dizzy. his pupils are blown open wide with lust. he knows he should be kind to you and let you rest, especially when he’s subjected you to taking his cock mercilessly for two rounds already, but all his horny brain can think of is how much he wants more of you.

“i…,” he trails off weakly. this is bad. the sound of your weak voice and your already fucked out body shouldn’t be turning him on this severely. whatever little self control he has in himself is already wavering on the precipice of snapping, and the very last thing he wants to do is hurt you.

but god, fucking god—he’s never wanted anyone this astronomically badly in his life.

a small bit of sweat trickles down your breast, settling in the valley in between your tits, and some monstrous instinct unconsciously clicks itself into place in the man’s depraved head. you cry out when he pounces on you, your wrists immediately captured by his big, calloused hands as he pins you down afresh against his mattress, effectively trapping you in between his bed and his muscled body.

“omi? wh- what- wait, what are you doing-?” your voice rings like wedding bells in ears as he ducks his head down. ice cold shivers pierce through your entire body when he buries his face in between your tits, and his tongue latches onto your skin, licking one clean stripe up and devouring your sweat.

heat and horror floods you, and you grab at his hair. “d-don’t do that, kiyoomi! it’s dirty-”

you stop mid-sentence when he raises his head at you. the look on his face is downright fucking sultry. his cheeks are dyed a beautiful shade of cherry blossom pink, and his eyes are blown wide open, staring back at you as if caught in the middle of a trance. his lips are swollen and puffy, undoubtedly from how much he’s tried to kiss you while fucking you just moments ago, and his tongue peeks from his mouth. he peers back at you with such pleading eyes that it steals the breath from your throat to see your normally uptight boyfriend in such a pathetic state.

“i need you so badly. you don’t understand,” he breathes, like he’s scared you’ll run away from him if he raises his voice even a little bit. “please, just one more time- i’ll make this the last round, i promise. let me have you the way i want you.”

you tremble as he licks at your skin again. the salty tinge of your sweat makes his skin crawl with delight. sakusa doesn’t particularly care for sweat that much; it’s the body’s natural way of cleansing itself, and as a volleyball player, it’s not like he has the luxury of being put off by it when he makes a living being surrounded by other equally sweaty athletes. but deep down, he’s cognizant that it’s his sheer obsession with you that makes him want to taste you to the point of muddling his own disgust, to lay his tongue on every inch of your skin so that you can’t hide a single thing from him.

you spread your legs slightly for him, and he gets his answer. you clench your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the bruising ache in your cunt when sakusa splits you open for the third time that night, praying desperately that your cervix won’t be screaming in pain tomorrow. he grips his cock, already slick with his cum and your juices, and your velvety hole happily welcomes his weeping tip.

“god, you taste too fucking good-,” he whispers as his tongue lavishes all over your chest. his mouth travels from in between your tits to your neck. he laps greedily at the sweat all over your skin there, flicking at the edge of your face and right where your pulse quivers underneath the skin of your throat.

he forcefully pushes himself in all the way with a grunt, and when you throw your head back in a silent scream, his sharp teeth grazes over your jugular. you’ve never felt this vulnerable before.

“ah- hurts, omi- you’re so big…!” you cry out. you don’t know what’s gotten your boyfriend this particularly depraved tonight, and you don’t know how he still manages to retain his disgustingly huge size even after having fucked you to full orgasm twice. “s-stop licking at me…! i’m sweaty, i’m gross!”

“gross? you? gross?” he’s quick to respond, and his tone is sardonic, as if he can’t believe that you’d call yourself such a thing. you could never be gross in his eyes; sakusa can’t get enough of you in his mouth. he thrusts rapidly into you, already setting up a horrendously brutal pace that has the bed squeaking loudly in protest.

mercilessly hot pangs of arousal squeeze their way through your core. your stomach twists itself into painful knots. the absolute pain of overstimulation battles with the oppressive need for more that settles in your cunt, your drenched and semen-slicked walls sucking in sakusa’s cock. he groans, his deep voice making you clench up around him.

you can’t deny him, ever. not when he’s begging so prettily for you, not when your own body feels like it’s going to turn to putty. it feels good, being pushed to the limit feels good, and the erotic sighs and gasps that come from you only spur him on more. he knows you’re feeling good, and even if it hurts beyond comprehension, he’s going to make sure he engraves that neediness deep into your soul.

it’s the only way you can start to understand the absolute fucked up selfishness in his brain.

his mouth captures your nipple, and he sucks, his tongue tracing over your sensitive bud. you moan, and you buck your hips against him, forcing his dick deeper into you. you feel like you’re choking on your own breaths, his cock burying itself over and over into your worn out cunt, making the pliant muscles of your walls contort to mold to the shape of his dick.

“too much, omi, you’re doing too much!” you’re sobbing, tears dotting the corners of your eyes and falling from your face. they stain the pillowcase underneath you, and sakusa is nothing short of enamored. the tip of his tongue expertly flicks at your hardened nipple, and he times his rapid thrusts so that you feel them exactly at the same time to their fullest impact. your womb careens and threatens to succumb to the pleasure. no matter how much you squirm or thrash against the sheets, sakusa keeps you firmly trapped under him.

it’s cute, how you think you can escape his advances. it was your mistake from the beginning to let him worm his way this deeply into your heart. now your body has to pay the price for your foolishness, and he’s determined to pleasure you so intensely that you physically can’t live without him. the thought makes his chest tighten and swell with happiness.

he briefly lets go of your nipple, and he grins darkly up at you. “i’m doing too much? i’m barely doing anything. what, are you telling me you can’t take it? you’re the one that gave me permission to do so.”

“you’re being too rough- don’t suck my boobs and fuck me at the same time! i’ll cum again!” you whine. your toes curl into the sheets as he bucks his hips against you. wet noises of your bodies colliding fill the room, and all you can make out over the dizzying haze of sex are the sounds of your pussy getting fucked by him. he’s making love to you like an animal, as if holding himself back will destroy him.

“do it then. do it. cum on my cock. cum from how i’m making you feel,” he drawls. you grit your teeth, barely holding back another pathetic moan as his tongue draws circles over your chest. his body is stifling against yours, and the heat has you struggling to breathe. sakusa maintains his steady yet wild rhythm, his balls smacking against your ass, desperate to fill you up with even more of his cum. the semen that he’s already emptied inside of you lurches against the insides of your womb, sloshing around in you and dripping out from your cunt. it smears everywhere, and it acts as a kind of lubrication for him.

you’re just making it too easy for him. your body doesn’t have the means to offer any resistance against him, and all sakusa has to do is keep you in place as he wrecks your cunt as if you’re his personal fleshlight. your pussy won’t quit rubbing up all against his length, your wet walls being everything his cock has dream of. you’re sucking him and jerking him off and writhing all around him, overwhelming every one of his senses with how perfect you are.

his tongue continually laps at you, covering your chest with a sheen of your sweat and his spit. it’s downright fucking filthy, enough to have you recoiling the best you can while being forced to take more and more of his length. you feel so stretched out despite having already taken him earlier than night, like your poor hole can’t fully adjust to his girth no matter how many times he fucks you.

it’s like something unholy has possessed sakusa. he’s all over your body: licking, groping, fucking, touching. no matter how much he stares at your face contorting in pleasure or how much of your taste fills the crevices of his mouth, he can’t get enough. the knot inside of his stomach tightens in on itself. his cock throbs inside of you, wanting you to be carved with his presence from inside out.

the arousal mounting inside of you is nearly blinding. you thrash helplessly, shaking your head back and forth against his pillows. “‘m gonna cum already, omi- slow down…! can’t stop cumming- can’t- can’t take any more of your cock! you’re ruining me, omi- omi, kiyoomi, please!”

“i want to ruin you,” he laughs. “did you just figure it out now, silly girl?”

he isn’t sure if you can hear him through how much he’s fucked you dumb. your words don’t sound like your own and more like echoes of his own thoughts, ripped straight from the part of his brain that wants to trap you in like a bird ensnared in a cage.

“your cock’s ruining me- it feels too good! ‘m gonna cum on it again, gonna cum again- omi, you’re gonna make me cum again! i can’t do it, i can’t- wanna cum- too much- omi, help me…!” you pathetically sob. you don’t know what your body wants. the overstimulation has your brain fucked out and dumb, feeling too heavy to be anchored to earth. but your cunt won’t let go of his dick, determined to have him tear another orgasm out of you. the flutters that echo and shake inside of your core demand it, demand that you hand over your body to him one more time, have him cement you as his for yet another time that night.

“make up your mind,” sakusa exhales. he isn’t actually giving you the freedom to choose between stopping or continuing, because he’s going to force another orgasm out of you one way or the other. “you want me to stop? is that it?”

your voice dies out in the back of your throat when you feel your boyfriend slow his thrusts down, only sliding in and out of you at a snail’s pace. your lower regions scream at you, frustrated at the sudden lack of stimulation. your cunt curls in on itself, the unexpected emptiness of not having him thrusting and filling you up with his length forcing you into shock.

you shake your head again, crying even louder at your own frustration. “don’t stop- ‘t hurts, but don’t stop… your cock’s too good, i need it- give it to me again… i wanna keep going- i need to keep having sex with you, omi…”

“that’s what i thought. you need me, don’t you?” he lets out a small airy chuckle before he slides himself back into you fully, speeding his thrusts up until he’s relentlessly pounding into you again. you arch your back against the bed, moaning out his name and going back to squirming futilely underneath him. his hips keep meeting yours, and he can’t seem to get enough of this sloppy union with you. the one time where you shut out the world to focus only on him, where your bodies come together as one, a sort of holy reverie that sakusa never wants to wake up from.

his mouth itches to taste you again, to take your into his mouth. he wonders if biting into your flesh will help, fill his mouth with you, overwhelm his senses with your presence. your sweaty body keeps rubbing against his, and when you tilt your face to the side to eke out another cry, he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

“omi- make me cum, kiyoomi-,” you pant out as he sucks on your ear. his tongue swirls around the shell of your ear, his teeth hovering over the thin skin as if he wants to bite into it. he does, he wants to bite you and mark you and have his mouth overflow with the tang of your blood. but he’ll be good, just for you. he knows something like that will make you scared of him.

you shudder faintly when his tip prods at your cervix, kissing your cunt’s deepest part. the noxious taste of your sweat echoes all around sakusa’s mouth and nose, and the more he inhales the scent of your drenched hair, the more it turns him on. he wants to cum inside of your warm cunt again, and the arousal that thrashes wildly in his stomach spurs him on. you’re close, your pussy clenches and flutters around him the way that it does only when you’re at the brink of orgasm.

it makes sakusa incredibly happy to know how long he’s kept you there this round. he’s memorized every aspect of your body accurately, devoted himself to learning you and pleasuring you perfectly, refusing to let his loyalty to utter stubbornness slip even more so when you’re thrown into the equation.

he jerks his hips forward harshly than he’s done before, determined to fuck himself deeper. you let out a strangled scream when his cockhead rams straight into your g-spot. the paralyzing pleasure that shoots straight into every crevice of your body has you stiffening under his touch, and sakusa grins with a sadistic satisfaction into your hair. you can’t see him, but he can feel the way your pussy recoils and struggles around him, clamping down on him suddenly.

“found it.” he inhales shakily, and you’re left sobbing and mewling out incoherently as he proceeds to pound nonstop into your sweet spot. over and over again, from all the angles he can hit, until you go from thrashing wildly to free yourself to accepting the fact that you have no option except to take the fucking he’s giving you.

you surrender to the pleasure that rips you to pieces, your brain succumbing to the feeling. “c-cumming, omi! cumming, cumming, i’m cumming- ahngh…! hah- oh fuck, fuck, omi- cumming…!”

your cunt practically attaches itself to his cock, squeezing him to what feels like death before something warm rushes over his dick. your orgasm doesn’t hit you like a truck or strangles you entirely; it sneaks up on you like a shadow, and you’re consumed with the feeling of being shoved underwater. you struggle to breathe properly, wallowing in the waves of your own climax. it’s dull, and it hurts—you shouldn’t have kept letting him fuck you, and now you’re paying the price of the torturous ache that spreads all throughout your body.

you cry yourself through your high. you’re reeling as if you’ve been shocked. the heat claws painfully at every inch of your skin, and the soreness that blooms inside of you is living proof of sakusa’s loving handwork.

the man on top of you grunts, grinding down on his teeth when he feels your pussy milking him through your orgasm. he genuinely struggles to pull himself out of you; the sheer force of your cunt clinging to him nearly has him buckling at the knees. sakusa manages to keep thrusting through your climax, enjoying the wounded whines that you pant out. you peer up at him weakly, your eyes trembling as a bead of sweat trickles down the bridge of your nose. your hollow gaze meets sakusa’s fiery one.

something inside of him snaps.

he cums with a gritted cry, and you immediately feel the added pressure that mounts inside of your cunt. his cum spills everywhere, and he fucks himself through it, making your legs shake around his hips. he slams himself down into you harshly, his tip kissing the entrance to your womb as he desperately tries to stuff another round of semen as deeply as he can into you.

the pleasure for him is nothing short of blinding. the only thing he has on his mind is how delusionally in love he is with you, and he swears to himself at that moment that he’s never going to let you slip through his fingers. god, he thanks the stars at the fact that you’re this willing to let him love you, otherwise, there’s no telling just how drastic he might have gotten to prove his heart to you.

“kiyoomi…”

he collapses on top of you, barely stopping himself from crushing your already spent body with his entire body weight. he presses his forehead against you as he inhales shakily a few times, just to calm his frantic heart. the reflection of himself in your widened eyes looks more like a feral man than what he’d normally expect out of himself. he’s aware that his now softening cock is still stuck inches deep into your flooded pussy, yet as he lets himself rest on top of your body, sakusa really doesn’t have it in himself to pull out.

“d-don’t you want to clean up?” you sound so small when he releases your wrists. there are marks on your skin, indicating where he held onto you for dear life, not wanting to let you go for even a second. you don’t run away from him; instead, you wrap your arms around him and hold him even closer to you.

much to your surprise, he shakes his head. he can’t bring himself to talk to you just yet, relishing the afterglow and the aftermath of his cruelty and his love. it’s dangerous, and it constantly demands to consume him whole, to make ashes of his whole spirit and to burn you alongside it. sakusa knows he should tame the untamable part of him that demands more and more from you, yet he can’t bring himself to fully put a muzzle on it. a placid sakusa kiyoomi wouldn’t be the same man that fell in love with you.

for now, he lets it run rampant. he lets you take the hit, lets you console a haunted version of him. it’s nothing like his icy facade, the clean polished part of him that he personally shines and sharpens like a knife pressed to the world’s throat. with you, he can be as disheveled and disarrayed as he wants, and you’ll let him feed you the scraps, chewing it up and swallowing it down as if he were the most perfect man in the entire universe. he desires nothing more except to metaphorically devour you whole, until you become an inseparable part of his very being. you love him, through all of his grimy and unkempt obsession.

and by god, is it so, so messy.

KINKTOBER 2023—le quatrième jour.

#i swear theres something addictive in this #i cant get over this #throbbing #screaming #im speechless #holy shit

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