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Day 03 & 04 : Degradation | Mirror Sex + Dom/Sub & choking
Atsumu painted the perfect picture of obedience. On his knees, toned thighs parted, lips swollen from being kissed with every inch of his life.
He looked decadent and far from the brash, confident persona he put on court.
Sakusa loved it.
Staring into honeyed eyes blown wide with lust through the mirror, he couldn't help but feel drawn to the blonde who looked openly vulnerable, giving up something he was so used to in volleyball as a setter-
Control.
When Atsumu first approached him, cornering him in the MSBY lockers post practice after all the other members had left, Sakusa knew something was up.
There was a tension set in the setter's jaw as he twiddled with his fingers, slightly unsure of how to phrase his words.
Sakusa waited.
He knew how unnerving it could be to speak one's mind.
A part of him found it strange that Atsumu had trouble finding his words, but Sakusa figured that it was likely something serious he wanted to talk about.
He stared at the way the setter fidgeted almost shyly, taking a steady inhale, fire blazing in his eyes.
Face hardening, those plush, kissable lips parted.
Perhaps it was something volleyball related. Something Sakusa had to work on that the setter wasn't pleased about. Something that he had done wrong-
“Ya once said yer a professional dom, Omi. I want ya to break me.”
Oh.
That… was unexpected.
It was not something brought up often, but Sakusa had once begrudgingly admitted to the team that he was a professional Dom in the scene, during a night out where the majority of them had been intoxicated and wasted.
He did not expect Atsumu to remember. Neither did he expect the setter to approach him, asking to be broken.
His hands twitched in interest.
How long had it been since he last took his time with a sub? Especially a potential one he was interested in?
More importantly, how long had Atsumu been toying with the idea?
A momentary silence blanketed the locker room, before Sakusa murmured warningly.
"Atsumu, you won't be able to take it."
The setter shot him a brazen smile, challenge kindling in his bright, gleaming eyes.
"𝘛𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘦."
One thing had led to another.
Dragging Atsumu back to his apartment, heat pooled in Sakusa's belly at all the things he had once dreamed of doing to the setter.
It had to wait. He knew they needed to establish some ground rules first and foremost.
Handing a checklist over to Atsumu who looked a little awestruck, Sakusa found it almost cute when the setter flushed a pretty shade of pink as he ticked some check boxes. He peeked over and something caught his attention.
Degradation.
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 was a good start.
By the time they ran through the checklist and talked about what they expected from this… Mutual relationship, it was dark out, and the trains had stopped running.
It didn't matter, not when they had the weekends off and Atsumu seemed all too keen to dive into a scene.
"Please Omi, I just need someone to take control away from me and… take care of me," Atsumu whispered, voice trailing off, cheeks slightly pink.
Who was Sakusa to say no?
It was how Atsumu found himself being forced to take in his reflection in the mirror as Sakusa pounded into him.
Every punishing snap of powerful hips, drove the pierced, thick girth deeper into him.
"Omi," Atsumu sobbed.
Hoisted up in a display of raw strength, the way Sakusa broke him, before piecing him back together with wet kisses down his nape reverently, had Atsumu crying.
"How long have you wanted this?" Sakusa murmured, the vein on the underside of his cock dragging deliciously, alongside the frenum piercing that nudged his sweet spot, "Bet you've been dreaming about being taken like this, slut."
Atsumu shuddered, clenching down helplessly.
An animalistic grunt emitted from Sakusa's throat.
It was raw, and there was something carnal about it. It had the setter sobbing at the way the raven gripped onto his hips in place, fucking into him as he saw fit.
“Look at yourself. Pretty little cockslut."
Fuck, fuck, 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬.
Atsumu could feel a part of him ebbing away, simply allowing Sakusa to do anything he wanted. Slipping into subspace unconsciously, every touch on his quivering body, left a trail of fire in its wake.
It was too much, yet too little.
"Omi, please, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦," Atsumu sobbed brokenly, watching his reflection dribble against his belly uselessly, and the way his thighs quaked, threatening to buckle under every bruising thrust.
It was humiliating, seeing himself drool, Sakusa's dark eyes boring into his.
Atsumu felt powerless.
His eyelashes fluttered shut.
Gasping when the calloused pads of Sakusa’s fingers rested on the smooth column of his neck, exerting pressure, Atsumu's eyes snapped wide open, heart fluttering in his chest when the grip tightened.
"I want you looking into the mirror, slut."
It was exhilarating, the sudden dip in oxygen causing a drawn out whine to emit from the back of his throat.
Atsumu met Sakusa's eyes, a pitch black.
Something about seeing the outside hitter just as worked up as he was, stirred a flare of defiance in him. He had always been a bit of a brat.
Atsumu smiled lazily.
"Yer better put your back into it then, Omi."
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