SAKUSA.PEGGING.PEGGING SAKUSA. and edging him and then overstim him 😼😼 fem dom we r flourishing TODAY. and i love u!!
SAKUSA X FEMDOM!SO + PEGGING
A/N: all characters are strictly 18+.
warnings: humiliation, degradation, spanking, hole-slapping, femdom, slight dumbification
this is so dirty i’m sorry in advance
it’s late one evening when kiyoomi gets home from practice. you’re sitting on the couch as he comes through the door, and can tell he’s stressed out just by looking at him; his shoulders wound tight and his eyebrow twitching
you figure it’s probably because of something atsumu did to piss him off, and omi is like a firecracker when he’s upset, so you wait to let him come to you and go back to scrolling through your twitter feed
you’re surprised when he comes over to you, curling up next to you on the sectional and laying his head on your shoulder. you can smell the gym brand shampoo on his curls, and the hint of aftershave and cologne on his neck
“not now,” you think to yourself, trying not to let his scent arouse you. he’s upset and you want to comfort him, not gross him out
“bad day?” you ask, already knowing the answer. he mumbles a quiet “yes,” the sound muffled by his face in your shoulder.
a large hand comes down to rest on your leg, his thumb rubbing circles into your inner thigh in an attempt to self soothe, not realizing he was inadvertently making you more wet by the minute
“wanna talk about it, baby?” you ask again, reaching up to pet his damp hair. he whimpers into your shoulder, snuggling his face deeper into the crook of your neck
he pushes himself closer to you, seeking comfort. you feel lucky that you get to be the one to see this side of kiyoomi—his usual stoic facade crumbling as soon as he lets himself be held by you. it took you a long time to get to this point, to crack his walls—and you couldn’t be more happy that he let you
“do you need me to take care of you, hmm, kiyoomi? a lil’ TLC?” you chuckle, twisting your neck to press a kiss to the top of his head.
“please,” he whispers, so faint that you can barely hear it. “need you.”
your breath hitches at his words as you slowly start to piece together what he wants—you should’ve known, really—the neediness in his voice, the clinging, touchy-feeliness of his actions up til now.
you’d only done it a few times before, on these rare occasions when kiyoomi needs you to take him apart and put him back together again
“of course, doll,” you say, moving to get up before you’re interrupted by a hand gripping your wrist. “don’t leave,” he says, sounding very small and not like himself at all
“shh,” you soothe, turning around a bit. “i’ll be right back, ok? i just need to get our toys.”
you watch as he bites his lip and lets go, albeit reluctantly
you smile at him and hurry to the box in the nightstand, grabbing your strap, latex gloves, lube, cockring, and vibrator
by the time you get back, he’s laid himself out on the couch, chest heaving with anticipation as you walk towards him.
you crouch down beside him and look into his eyes lovingly.
“do you want to prep yourself? or d’you want me to do it for you?”
he flushes and throws an arm over his eyes, turning his face away from your gaze
you waste no time getting to work, crawling up to where his legs rest on the couch
“m’gonna take these off, okay?” you say, slowly tugging at the waist and of his athletic shorts and briefs. he says nothing as you pull them off at the same time, and shivers at the cool air against his half-hard cock
“so cute,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his thigh. “hold your legs up for me, baby.”
he obeys, moving so that his legs are spread and pressed to his chest, letting his most intimate parts be exposed to your eyes
“so pretty, love,” you smile, glancing at his embarrassed expression. “so clean and beautiful, all mine, hm?”
he squeezes his eyes shut, holding back a moan as you slip on the gloves and lube up your fingers, pouring a bit extra down his perineum and the cleft of his ass.
“a—ah!” kiyoomi yelps as two of your fingers sink into his hole, starting to scissor in and out of him.
you steadily increase the pace as you go, adding a third finger and watching in amusement as he nearly screams when you find his sweet spot.
“you feeling good, baby boy?” you tease, watching the slightest bit of drool trickle down his chin, giving a particularly rough thrust of your fingers against his prostate
“h-hngh!” kiyoomi moans, moving his hands from where they’re hooked under his knees to grasp at the fabric of the couch
“please, please, please...” he trails off, looking at you with hazy eyes
“shh, honey, i’ve got you.”
you slip your gloved fingers out of his hole, and he whines at the empty feeling
you grab the vibrator and ring—and you watch his blissed out, needy expression turn into one of panic
“it’s okay, it’s okay,” you hush him as he looks up at you with pleading eyes. “you’ll feel so much better after, i promise.”
his muscled chest heaves as you pump his cock a few times, carefully slipping the pink silicone ring over his length
you cut him off by flicking on the hitachi to its lowest setting, slowly running it over the underside of his aching cock
kiyoomi watches you slip your harness on, fixing the mini bullet against your clit and hooking the dildo on. you crawl over to hover above him, and run a gentle hand down his cheek
his hips buck at the vibrations against his groin, rocking up into the toy while simultaneously trying to get away from it
“oh, oh, oh, oh—” he cries as you increase the power, moving the wand from his balls to the flushed head of his cock, where pearly white beads of cum begin to drip down his length
“such a good boy,” you whisper as the volume of his moans heightens. “such a good boy, kiyoomi.”
his cheeks are flushed strawberry with embarrassment at being so vulnerable
“miss, please,” he whines as the vibrations of the toy torment his senses. “please, i need....”
“what do you need, sweetheart?”
kiyoomi bites his lip and groans in frustration at having to admit to something so filthy
“c’mon, love, you can do it. don’t be shy, it’s just me and you,” you smile sweetly, teasing him.
he’s panting now, curls sticking to his forehead, covered in a fullbody flush. you’re so close to breaking him.
“don’t you wanna be a good boy, kiyo? or do i have to punish you, hmm?”
his eyes widen at the thought—but he’s too slow to answer, instead mumbling and stuttering, and before he knows it, he’s been thrown over your lap, bottom in the air.
“no, no, no, no—please don’t, please—”
“shhh, honey—you were a bad boy, so now you need to be taught a lesson, yeah? bad boys get spankings.”
his neck lurches up as your hand rubs over the swell of his ass, then coming down with a harsh slap. his face is red and he’s biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.
“o—one!” he shouts, screaming numbers every time you land a blow. you can’t see his face, but you can tell there’s tears streaming down his cheeks.
“it’s okay, baby, just a little more.”
you spread him open, and he whines when he feels the cool air hit his hole. he tries to squirm away from your grasp, embarrassed at being so exposed.
“stop it,” you say sternly. “i think you need to be punished here, too. how does that sound, hm?”
he doesn’t have time to speak before you’re using three fingers to slap his most sensitive part—his yelps sounding like music to your ears.
you’re able to feel him rutting his pathetic cock against your thigh, smearing cum all over your skin. “you’re so naughty, baby,” you chastise. “you came just from me slapping your stupid little hole?”
“kiyoomi, i asked you a question. are you going to answer or do i need to give you another spanking?”
he shakes his head furiously. “y—yes, i did, i came from miss slapping my hole,”
you smile and card your fingers through his silky locks
“does baby want me to fuck him now?”
“yes, please, please fuck me—“ he cries, so uncharacteristically but so sweet all the same.
“shhh, love. i’ve got you.”
his toes curl in anticipation as you lube up the strap, your expression lewd and domineering.
kiyoomi moves into position, face down, ass up. he knows exactly how you want him.
“‘s okay, babydoll, i’m gonna take real good care of you, i promise.” 
you slap the silicone head of your strap against his already puffy hole a few times, laughing when he all but screams your name.
“d-don’t tease,” he huffs.
you smile slyly, and thrust the entire length in to the hilt. he cries out, tossing his head back just enough for you to grab him by his curls.
“is that what you wanted, sweetheart? you wanna be fucked like a little slut, huh? you’re so needy for me, so tight and wet. i bet you’d love it if everyone could see you all weak and pathetic like this, huh?”
“no, no!” he cries, fingers clutching at the sheets. “only...only miss can see me like this.”
“is that right, angel?” you grunt, abusing that spot inside him with your repeated thrusts.
kiyoomi whines so prettily as you pound him into the mattress, cock weeping and dripping onto the bed. your hand comes up to stroke his length ever so lightly, drawing out more cries from him.
“does baby wanna cum? wanna spill himself all over mistress’s sheets like a stupid little boy?”
you can tell he’s fighting your words in his mind—he’s not stupid, but he does want to cum.
“yes! yes, please, please let me cum, please let me, miss—i’ve been so good, please—”
you reward him with a flick of your wrist, twisting over his flushed, aching cock just how he likes, spurts of cum shooting to cover your hands and his chest.
kiyoomi’s shoulders shake and tremble as he comes down from his high, and you hold him through it, gently pulling out and taking your hand away from his dick. he shudders at the loss as you help him lay down.
he shuts his eyes for a few seconds, chest heaving. you lean over him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.
“shh, kiyo,” you soothe, petting the sweaty curls off his forehead. “you did so good for me, honey.”
“would you like to go get cleaned up now?”
he mumbles something akin to a yes, and you help him walk to the bathroom, a protective hand on his waist the whole way.
you allow him to soak in the bath while you wash off in the adjacent shower. he’s near falling asleep, a sated sleepy expression on his face.
you finish up, wrapping a towel around yourself and padding over to help him out of the water.
back in the bedroom, you dress him gently, pulling his briefs and an oversized shirt on him.
you stand in front of your shared bed for a moment, his large hands coming down to hold your waist.
kiyoomi is so soft after a scene, a side of himself he rarely lets others see. you’re thankful he’s allowed you to be one of the lucky few.
“i love you,” he says, resting his forehead on your shoulder.
your hand comes up to play with his freshly washed hair, fingers tangling in the curls and running down his neck.
