#sub sakusa

sakusa kiyoomi was in fact a pretty crier, which was why you tried your best to draw out his tears. it was just so captivating the way his cheeks would heat up and his eyes would become puffy, any image of a strong athlete would easily be squashed by the sight in front of you: his hands tied behind his back with his own belt. you'd slipped his cock out, coating his length with lube and rubbing the tip of it with your palm. his lip quivered and he rutted his hips up, sniffling as you moved on of your hand to brush over his clothed nipples. 

wrenching the gun out of his mouth, you watch greedily as the line of spit connecting his mouth with barrel stretches and breaks in the space between your chests, before pressing it to his heart.

“i’m gonna fucking kill you,” he rasps, throat sore from the metal that was in it just moments before. his eyes are glinting dangerously—that’s how you know he’s true to his word—and almost completely black, the pupils bleeding into his irises. “i’m gonna make you watch as i cut each of your limbs off and let you bleed out onto the floor.”

“aw, but kiyoomi,” you fake pout, tilting your head to the side. “what’s the fun in that?”

he growls as your finger traces between his pecs and across his abs, maintaining nothing less than a venomous glare at you. “i’m serious. i’m going to tie you to this chair—”

“—like that worked out so well the first time—” you snicker.

“—fine. handcuff you to this chair—”

“—kinky—” you giggle.

“stop fucking interrupting me,” he snarls, voice scarily low. “i’ll handcuff you to this chair, take my knife, and watch all the blood drain from your body, and then use your lifeless corpse as a rug.”

you wrinkle your nose, completely unfazed. “gross.”

your finger draws a line along the shaft of his cock, still untucked from his pants from earlier, and sakusa sucks in a breath—it’s subtle because he’s been trained, as have you, to control your bodily impulses in dire times, but your hand feels his lungs push out just the slightest. you smile sadistically; no amount of training can truly suppress the most human desire of them all: lust.

“don’t touch me.” his voice is a little breathy now, the deep bass of it faltering slightly as your hand trails lower, fingers closing around the bottom of his cock. “i mean it.”

“mhm,” you purr. “i’m sure you do. but you’re not really in a position to be making demands right now, are you?”

your hand travels lower to fondle one of his balls, which elicits a shocked gasp from him, one he tries to cover up by coughing.

“don’t,” he grits his teeth, fighting back a groan, “touch me.”

you hum, leaning forward until your lips graze the shell of his ear. he flinches slightly, not able to move much since you're straddling him, but tries all the same to move away. “do you want me to put it in?”

he hesitates and you know you’ve got him, like a fly in honey. if the way his cock is hardening in your grip isn’t enough to confirm that, the fact that he takes a second too long to respond tells you everything you need to know.

“no.”

“aw, you don’t mean that.” you slightly lift your body, cold air hitting your cunt and making you hiss. you grab his wrist and move his hand so that it’s hovering just under your body, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off of you. “put it in,” you say seductively, voice sickly sweet like molasses.

“no.”

fed up with his lack of compliance—he’s acting like such a fucking brat—you drop your salacious facade, features hardening and smile dropping. sakusa’s eyes widen in fear as you cock the gun, face filled with such unadulterated hatred that he’s scared you’ll actually kill him. you dig the gun further into his breastbone, eliciting a shocked gasp for him as it burns his chest with a dull pain.

“i said put it in.” your authoritative, and frankly, threatening tone, make his hands shake as one comes to rest on your hip, the other fumbling with his cock.

he inhales, taking a moment to question himself, but, with a quick glance to you, he makes up his mind: you're clearly the one in control here. it'd be in his best interest—especially if he wants to get out of this alive—to obey your every word.

you sharply push the barrel further into his lungs, constricting his breathing for a scary second, before leaving him gasping and sputtering. “don’t make me say it again.”

sakusa frantically complies as you fiddle with the gun’s trigger, letting the cool metal run along his shoulders, across his jugular, and then moving it upwards until it’s snug against the bottom of his chin. his hands rest tentatively on the plush of your hips before pulling your forward so that you’re suspended just above his cock.

there’s a silence—like the vacuum of noise that preludes the deafening pierce of a bullet.

and then you lower yourself down, the two of you moaning softly in the still air as the tension rises to its peak before cascading downwards.

sakusa throws his head back as your soft, pillowy walls glide along his cock, your arousal aiding the process.

he's unable to prevent a breathy moan from leaving his parted lips as your ass settles down on his thighs. you start rocking back and forth, every ridge and vein of his shaft rubbing against you in a way that makes heat pool in your lower stomach.

"fuck, you feel good," he whines, voice high-pitched as you roll your hips. you bite your lip at how quickly he's given in to the pleasure. despite his stony facade, he really is just like every other man—weak and pussy-whipped.

"yeah, you like this? you like this pussy?"

"god, yes," he murmurs, a blissed-out expression on his face. his eyes are hazy and mouth goes slack as you clench around him. "i love it."

you chuckle. "you're such a slut."

his hands come up to grab at your hips and you excuse the action—poor thing's too dumb to obey orders right now.

one of your hands comes to rest on his shoulder, the other still clutching the gun, and you use his body as leverage as you begin bouncing up and down.

"oh, fuck!" he cries, silvery tears beginning to prick the corners of his eyes. he feels like a toy, just something for you to use as you gyrate your hips, and he can't help but enjoy the feeling of being completely at your mercy. "oh god, you're so tight, so wet, i'm gonna fuckin' cum."

"you better not," you snarl, pushing the gun more insistently into his chest. "not until i say you can, whore."

you bite down hard on your lip to stifle what would definitely be an embarrassingly high-pitched whine as his cock fills you whole. it brushes against a tender spot inside you that makes you jerk with a pornographic keen, your fingers flinching over the gun's trigger as you try to keep yourself from pulling it and shooting a bullet straight into sakusa's skull.

at least not yet. you're not done playing with him. maybe another day.

the lewd sounds of skin-on-skin float through the air as you move up and down, sakusa's strength helping you do so when your knees become wobbly. with every thrust of his cock into you, you gasp, letting the pleasure overtake each of your senses. as quickly as you find yourself falling victim to the feeling of him inside you, you know that sakusa's in an infinitely worse state.

he's too far gone to be humiliated by the way he's sniveling, desperately trying to stave off his orgasm to avoid disobeying you. every time you pull yourself off of him so that just the tip is inside, he whines, and every time you bring yourself back down, enveloping him in a squeezing heat, he lets out a broken moan.

the way he's looking is absolutely debauched—he's gorgeous, a splattering of pink blush along his cheeks mirroring the color of his bitten lips. his glossy eyes are blown out wide, locked on the way your tits sway with every movement of his hips.

you take note of his focused gaze, nose crinkling in amusement. "you wanna suck?"

he gazes up at you like you've hung the stars in the sky, pupils practically forming hearts. "please."

he cranes his head to latch his lips around one of your nipples, completely uncaring to the way the new position sends an ache through his front as the gun pushes harder against him. the swirling of his tongue sends muted rushes of satisfaction through your nerves and straight to your cunt, which is getting sloppier and sloppier. you're close—but sakusa’s closer.

"kiyoomi," you purr, hot breath tickling his ear. "you wanna cum, don't you?"

he makes a muffled noise, his mouth still occupied with your tit, as you purposefully tighten around his cock, making his eyes roll back.

"wan' 't so bad," he musters, the words sending vibrations through your soft flesh. "'lease, 'lease, 'll do 'nythin'"

"touch my clit and i'll see if i want to let you."

his reaction is immediate—long, slender fingers unfurl themselves from the crease of your waist and thigh and move downwards. he shivers as the pad of his thumb meets the hot, wet plush of your pussy, shifting to stroke soft circles into your sensitive clit.

"ah!" you can't help but moan as his skin comes into contact with the bud. "right there, fuck, right there."

he detaches from your nipple, a slick string of spit connecting his tongue to it, before feverishly moving to your other breast. he delves into the delicate mound, trying his best to quiet his own noises—needy and pathetic whimpers of pleasure.

rubbing your clit is doing nothing but making his head spin as he scrambles to get a hold on himself—he wants to cum so bad it hurts, but he's grasping the last of his self-control to follow your orders.

moving his thumb just makes you constrict around him as you move up and down—you're like a vice, a hot, wet, and soft vice that's going to milk him fucking dry. you bring your free hand up to tug at his hair and push him farther into your chest, and he digs his fingernails into the meat of his palm to keep himself from cumming on the spot.

even when you're using him, threatening his life, he can't help but want more, more, more. it feels as easy as breathing air to forget everything he's ever been taught in this line of work and just succumb to your hypnotic power and perfect fucking body.

sparks of pleasure singe your limbs as they strike your cunt over and over, the combined sensations of his delicious cock inside you and accelerating pressure on your clit building a peak that will spike at any moment. sakusa flattens his tongue along your nipple while speeding up his thumb and you scream.

"fuck, c-cum for me, kiyoomi. right fucking now. cum in me, you bitch. cum."

sakusa lets out a pornographic noise, his body trembling as he cums on command, abs rippling under the push of the gun, adam's apple bobbing as he gasps to replace the air that's been knocked out of his lungs. you follow suit, the muscles in your thighs tightening around his waist as the tension between your legs snaps and sends you spiraling.

you have half a mind to slacken your grip on the gun—if you didn't, you'd have yet another murder on your hands.

both of your hearts are beating through your chests as you collect your bearings, soft pants swirling around you. you shift forward, forcing some of his pearly cum to drip down his shaft, until your sweaty foreheads are pressed against one another. sakusa peers at you with big, doe eyes.

"that was fun," you remark breathily, pulling the gun away from him and waving it in the air. "we should do that again sometime."

at the removal of the weapon, sakusa lets out a breath that he didn't know he was holding. his head rolls forward onto your shoulder as his neck sags—the exhaustion of sex catches up with him as you begin cleaning yourself up.

you slink away, gingerly crawling up and off of his lap and cringing at the feeling of cum spilling out of your abused pussy. you quickly get dressed, gathering the clothes you'd discarded from the floor, and yanking them onto your body. you're going to have hell to explain when the rest of your group realizes you ditched the mission.

"where're you going?" sakusa's weak and raspy voice catches your attention.

"to kill people," you quip. "aren't you supposed to be doing the same?" he sighs, tucking his cock back into his boxers and zipping his pants.

"yeah, i guess."

you shrug, making your way out of the warehouse.

"wait," he calls. "is this... a truce? you didn't kill me."

"you didn't kill me either. so i guess it is."

he nods, opening his mouth to speak before hesitating. "can we, uh, can we do this again?"

you snort. "if you really want to. no promises that i won't shoot you, though. you got lucky this time."

as he watches your hips sway when you leave, an uneasy feeling spreads throughout his chest.

sure, being in the mafia is hard. but becoming reliant on someone in the mafia, someone you're supposed to be sworn enemies with, is even harder.

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