Respect (Sakusa x Reader) - DICONTINUED

Coming back to you

Your team waves you off as you enter the airport, you say goodbye to the sunny skies, hot weather and 2-3 shades darker skin tones. Sighing finally reaching back home, looking down at your phone seeing the passing seconds turn to minutes to hours.

Soon lovely hot summers skies turn into mid-warm weather and casting a glow of rich warmth unlike the party days you had in America. The busy streets, fast walking people separate and strangely watch you leave the airport, it's been two years since you've been here.

Checking your phone, Sakusa had told you that he moved in that past couple of months to be closer to his team in Osaka. This just makes things easier for you seeing as your own team is also in Osaka, they can't wait to have you.

But no one knows you're back so early, an early Christmas present for Sakusa to enjoy. He must be cramming the last for his exams right about now, your phone buzzes in hand, huh speak of the devil and he shall answer.

Omi

Wanna call?

It breaks your heart to say no, but he can't find out so soon that you're currently making your way towards his apartment. You'll just have to live with the small ounces of guilt with lying but it's not a big deal, he'll love his present.

You

Sorry I can't tonight, the girls are going out for drinks.

☹

You can only imagine the sad face he's making, sighing you close your phone hoping that he won't be too rejected to ruin the mood. You've been waiting for this for a while now, especially since you're determined to marry this man.

Walking up the steps, heavy beats from your heart make it nearly impossible not to walk in and hold a straight face. Smiling from ear to ear, eyes crease behind the very same mask you left in. You choose between knocking to opening the door with the spare key, you choose knocking.

Bags trailing behind you, with one big exhalation of breath, you bring up your fist to knock against the wood. It takes a few times before you hear the light scuffling of feet and the clinking of the key to door.

The door opens quickly, there before you the stunned face transforms from an aspirated Omi to bulging whites and an instant blush. It doesn't take seconds for you to be tackled into the wall with his arms struggling to hold all of you, you laugh the air from your lungs squeezing out, the happiest occasion finally happening.

Snuggling into his neck like always his trembling hands scrunch and hold you, light sniffling and whimpering speaks thousands when you peer over to see streams of tears fall from his gorgeous eyes, it makes yourself tear up. A bawling mess the both of you embrace each other to the point you fear for a broken rib from the crushing hug.

Sakusa looks up finally cupping your face in his hands.

"I came back." Kissing his lips softly you feel his large palm stroke your hair up cupping the back of your head before smashing his lips feverishly back down to yours.

"Thank you."

Huffing in and out you watch the deep breaths Omi takes from his bare abdomen, clinging to him like a Koala to a tree whilst he enters readily inside of you, pre-cum leaking and streaming down your exposed thigh. Fingers twisting the fine pieces of his hair, tousled and messy over his shaded eyes of lust, back rubbing against the wall.

His calloused hand, scarred and roughened by countless volleyball practices marks and holds your lifted thigh in hand towards and around his hip, sinking deeper and further inside. Moaning and whining, head lulling back, tears still streaming, pure overwaited bliss splashes and drips down your chin. A small, cherished smile permanently fixed on your lips, Sakusa's eyes scans your entire body, even though it's been a year since that incident he can't help but want to ruin you, mark you and bound you completely to him.

Grinding roughly and hissing to himself to the tightness, at least you haven't been having sex since that day, Sakusa even resorted to not touching himself for a while when he knew you were arriving in December. He was just lucky that you came today of all days he felt like he was about to explode, he was even about to shower before you came.

How the world works still amazes him.

"Who owns you?" A hurried rough voice sends chills down your spine, eyes opening to his possessiveness leaking out of him, sweat trickling down his temple.

Trying to clamp your mouth shut in childish acts of rebellion, Sakusa thought ahead of that. He fucks you deeply letting you sink and fall onto his pulsing cock, ungloved you feel it twitching.

Eyes opening all the way now, twitching yourself, clamping down onto him the knot inside yourself tightening and nearing release.

"Oh, shit."

But he slows to the point of stopping, whining you throw your head side to side in whimpering moans and mess.

"Who owns you?" He repeats himself again, still not willing to give, Sakusa drops you to the hardwood floor, oh he must be mad.

Shit.

"Omiii~" You whimper again hoping he would give first but seeing the veins streak up his arms and clenched fist you don't see that happening any time soon.

Scowling you take his still hard dick in hand rubbing it between your thumb and fingers in a jerking way, he still doesn't give. His dark eyes gaze if not glare down upon your own eyes, lust and anger flutter and glint in his eyes, he's lost to his primitive urges to own you.

And you're 120% here for it, laughing you open your mouth teasing his already leaking pistol between your lips, kissing and licking the thing like an ice pop. Sakusa glares at your weak attempts to satisfy his longing need to be one with you, he thrust inside choking you. You forcefully open your throat to him moaning against the long hard stick, hot and twitching still.

Eyes watering salty tears, keeping locked gaze with your boyfriend who at the moment is using you like a slutty hole. Fuck now reason later sort of radiating vibe coming from him.

After a few more rounds of deep throat fucking and straining from gagging, Sakusa finally cums. Strong hot sticky cum drips down your pipe hole, gulping down the rest, Sakusa holds your mouth open.

"Who owns you?"

White hot mess still lingering and painting your pink tongue white slicks and swirls around his thumb, the tether to his sanity snapped there and then and you can only pray that you can get up and walk tomorrow.

Rolling you out like a yoga mat before spreading you nice and clear for the whole world to see, back lying flat against the floor, your suitcases still in the hallway to the front door, this is a bit risqué. He takes no notice of your quivering form as his hands marks your hips and thighs raw with love bites that went feral and red fingerprints dragging lines down your thighs.

Sighing in relief as he finally enters you but not the way you want this time, he's slow sensual with his thrusts and grinding of the hips, not nearly as fast paced as he was before. Whining you rake your fingertips in tendrils on his back carving deeply but Sakusa pushes them away holding them firmly in one hand above your head.

Watching as the dominating glare oozes out of him, his heavily blushing cheeks and unsteady breaths as he holds you down firmly before retracting his full self from you.

"Who owns you?"

Biting your lip, you might as well tell him.

"We own eachhh-ahhnghn~" Pushing deeply and rapidly inside to the hilt, hip meeting hip gasping, hands trembling from his weight.

"Who. Owns. You?"

Gulping thickly.

"You do, oh my goddd~nghn~ you do." Breathing out quickly you hastily reply wanting a release yourself.

Feeling his smirk donning his lips Sakusa allows you freedom, clutching onto him and he to you, you both finishes, him more than satisfied hearing you finally submit to him.

Holding you in his arms, Sakusa takes you back to the bed before immediately getting back to work in that process he sees the small black velvet box he kept on his desk throughout the time you were away, this time he's going to do it.

~*~

The long awaited smut after all that sad shit