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Atsumu normally never shoplifted. He very much did when he was a teenager, but now, with an adult job and adult money, he had the means to buy most of whatever he wanted.
It was a dumb idea, a stupid boost of his ego, thinking that he could get away with stealing a random shirt for his girlfriend. He could’ve bought it, but what’s the fun in that? It was a challenge he set up for himself, to see if he was as good as before, if he still had what it took to successfully steal from a store, under the noses of all the employees.
He took a pink top from the rack, glancing sideways to check if there was anyone watching him, before hastily shoving it inside his backpack.
”Kindly take that out of your backpack.”
Atsumu whipped his head to his right, and right there beside his face was a man. He jerked back, clutching his backpack, pink top spilling out of the half-closed opening. Atsumu swears he double checked before taking action, this guy just popped out of nowhere, like he was already watching Atsumu’s every move.
He was, shockingly, a taller man than Atsumu, dressed in a security guard’s uniform. The man had curly dark hair, dark looming eyes, and had two distinct moles on his forehead. Pinned on the man’s left breast was a nametag that read: Sakusa Kiyoomi. Atsumu looked around, to see if someone was filming a movie or a TV show or something, because this guy was way too good looking to be a regular security guard. To his dismay, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. This guy was a real security guard.
“I don’t want to repeat myself.”
Atsumu slowly pulled out the pink top and handed it over to Sakusa. He neatly folded the top and motioned for Atsumu to follow him, and of course, what could Atsumu do but follow him? If he tried to run, it might make it worse for him in the end. Fuck, he’s never gotten caught before, why now? Why now when he has so much to lose, when he could lose his job or go to jail?
Atsumu was led to the back of the shop where he followed Sakusa into a room. It was a security office, boxes of files stacked on shelves, a monitor on the desk set up for the CCTV footage. Maybe that was how Atsumu was caught.
“You failed to take into account the multiple CCTV’s we have,” Sakusa said, locking the door behind him. “I see you’ve realized that now.”
”Yeah man, sorry,” Atsumu apologized. “So…do I have ta sign anything or somethin’ before I go?”
Sakusa raised a brow. “Who said you were leaving?”
Atsumu’s heart dropped to his stomach. “What do you mean?”
“You attempted to steal from this store. You’re not leaving that easily.”
Fuck. Atsumu was so fucked. He can’t go to jail. He can’t get the cops called on him. His girlfriend would kill him.
“I’m sure there’s an easier way we can do this,” Atsumu pleaded. “I got five hundred bucks on me right now.”
Sakusa paid no mind to Astumu as he shuffled around the room, grabbing a few papers from under the desk. “I need to ask you some questions.” Sakusa gestured to the chair in the corner of the room. “Take a seat.”
Reluctantly, Atsumu slowly sat down. Sakusa pulled another chair from behind the desk and propped it in front of Atsumu, sitting down across from him. “I need to see some ID.”
Astumu fished his wallet from his back pocket and handed Sakusa his driver’s license. Sakusa checks the ID, flipping it around a few times. “Miya Astumu?”
”Yeah that’s me.”
”Date of birth?”
”It ain’t a fake man!”
”Date of birth.”
Atsumu sighs. “October 5.”
Sakusa hums and puts the ID down on the desk. “Why did you try to shoplift?”
Atsumu huffed, “Wanted to give my girl that shirt.”
Sakusa’s eyes flitted to Atsumu when he mentioned his girlfriend, before quickly moving back down to the paper. “Is this your first offense?”
”Yeah.”
“Really now?”
”Yes! I haven’t done anything!”
“So you’ve never shoplifted before?”
Atsumu’s first mistake was taking too long to answer. “Never.”
Sakusa raises a brow. “You sure?”
Astumu grunts. “Ok fine! I shoplifted when I was a teen! Ya happy now?”
“So you have a history of shoplifting?”
Atsumu throws his hands up in the air. “That’s what I just said!”
Sakusa tutted. “I’ll have to search you, just in case you stole anything else.”
Atsumu scrunched his brows in confusion. “I didn’t steal anything else! Just check the cameras like you did a while ago.”
Sakusa stood up from his chair and yanked Atsumu up with surprising strength. “CCTVs have blind spots. You can’t always rely on them,” Sakusa said. “Arms out.”
Atsumu stood in front of Sakusa with his arms stretched out beside him. He knows he didn’t steal anything else but by the looks of how things were going, there was no convincing this security guard.
Sakusa came closer to Atsumu and patted him down with gloved hands, his arms, his legs, and his sides. Atsumu knows he didn’t find anything on him because there wasn’t any in the first place. Then things started to get a little weird.
Sakusa went from pats, to smooth glides along Atsumu’s body, running his hands along his sides, along his arms, across his chest. Atsumu stared in horror as Sakusa moved behind him, hands gliding along his pecs, subtly rubbing his nipples.
”W-what are you doing?”
Sakusa’s hands traveled lower. “Like I said, searching you.”
”I don’t think—ahh!“
Sakusa’s hands lightly glided over Atsumu’s bulge. Astumu bit his lip, embarrassed by the sound he made. What the fuck is going on?
”Arms up.”
Atsumu, confused, followed Sakusa’s words. To his horror, Sakusa grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, rendering him shirtless.
“Hey! What the fuck?”
“Take your pants off.”
Atsumu turned and stepped away from Sakusa. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing but I’m not getting naked here.”
Sakusa stepped closer, “I decided that you need to be strip searched. A simple pat down wouldn’t suffice.”
Atsumu realized he had no room for negotiation and that he had no authority over Sakusa, so he reluctantly took off his pants.
“Underwear too.”
”What the fuck?”
”Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Fuck, Atsumu swore in his head as he slowly took of his underwear. His cheeks burned as he stared at the floor, covering his cock with his hands, feeling the piercing gaze of Sakusa on him.
”Arms out.”
Atsumu’s jaw dropped to the floor. “B-but—“
Sakusa took hold of Atsumu’s wrist and spread them open. Atsumu stood, horrified, totally exposed in front of Sakusa.
Sakusa hummed. “Keep them there.”
Sakusa inspected him, going around in a circle and stopping behind him. Then, Sakusa reached out and started groping Atsumu’s pecs, squeezing and rubbing his nipples.
“W-what the fuck!” Atsumu squeaked. Sakusa stayed silent, continuing his ministrations. To Atsumu’s embarrassment, his cock twitched, coming to life. Sakusa moved his hands lower, torturingly close to his half-hard cock. He moved his hands to Atsumu’s ass, groping and spreading apart his cheeks, fingers teasing his puckered hole.
Atsumu had no words. He couldn’t believe what was happening to him. He was getting assaulted by this security guard, and he liked it.
Atsumu’s thoughts flickered to his girlfriend, no doubt waiting for him at his apartment. He promised her a new gift, that pink top he so foolishly tried to steal.
Atsumu’s thoughts were interrupted when Sakusa stopped groping him, and returned back, face to face with Atsumu.
“I’m going to give you a deal, Miya. Either I report you to the authorities for shoplifting, or,” Sakusa gave a predatory look. “I punish you right here, by myself.”
Atsumu knows it would be better for him to pick the first option. He knows what Sakusa was planning to do to him, more or less. He had a girlfriend waiting for him back home, he had his pride to uphold. Hell, he wasn’t even gay! But the way his cock throbbed, and the way Sakusa was looking at him right now clouded his judgement.
”D-don’t call the police,” Atsumu breathed out. “Please…anything but that.”
Sakusa chuckled mirthlessly. “I bet you’re enjoying this, whore. I bet you were hoping I bent you over earlier and fucked you so hard you forgot your name.”
Atsumu shook his head, “No!”
Sakusa manhandled Atsumu towards the desk, and bent Atsumu down, so his chest was flat against the table, his nipples rubbing against the cold wood. Sakusa kicked his legs apart and started groping his ass again. He slapped Atsumu’s ass and Atsumu burned with embarrassment , but he was lying if he said he wasn’t so fucking turned on right now.
Then Atsumu heard the sound of a video recording, Atsumu whipped his head around to see Sakusa recording him. Sakusa was using one gloved hand to spread open Atsumu’s cheek to record the view of his puckering hole.
“D-don’t record me! P-please!”
”You are in no position to plead anything with me,” Sakusa said and spit on Atsumu’s asshole, producing a high-pitched sound from Atsumu he never knew he could make.
Sakusa started rubbing Atsumu’s hole, poking his index finger shallowly inside. Atsumu bit his bottom lip to keep quiet, not wanting to make any noise but it was so hard. It felt so good, Atsumu never knew he could feel this good.
Sakusa suddenly prodded his index finger inside of Atsumu, and moved in and out, twisting his wrist with every motion. “Your asshole is so tight, you’ve never had anything inside it before I’m guessing.”
“N-no,” came Atsumu’s weak voice.
”But you’re letting a random man finger your asshole like this? What a slut.”
Atsumu let out a small sob at Sakusa’s words. Sakusa added another finger and started scissoring his hole, loosening it up in order to fit more and more fingers. Soon, four fingers were shoved inside his asshole, thrusting inside him furiously. At this point, Atsumu had trouble keeping quiet, small whimpers sounded from out his mouth every so often.
Then all four fingers disappeared from inside his hole, leaving it gaping and quivering. “Look at that,” Sakusa mused. ‘Loose and used.”
Atsumu belatedly remembered Sakusa was still recording him, his pink insides were captured on video, and Atsumu had no power to delete it or no clue who Sakusa would show this to. For all he knew, Sakusa could upload this video on a porn website without his knowledge.
The thought of random people watching Atsumu get humiliated like this made his cock twitch under the table. He was a pervert, he shouldn’t be enjoying this.
Sakusa placed his phone down on the desk in front of Atsumu’s face. Sakusa was now recording using the front camera, so Atsumu could see every expression he was making.
“Don’t you dare close your eyes,” Sakusa said, before shoving his cock inside Atsumu.
Atsumu was so taken aback that he let out a loud moan.
“Yeah, that’s it. Moan like a bitch in heat.”
Sakusa’s thrusts were relentless. Deep and strong, but fast enough that Atsumu felt breathless with every stroke. Atsumu could no longer keep quiet. Whimpers and moans left his mouth, unable to resist. His cock was so hard, even with the lack of stimulation. He could feel his pre-cum dripping on the floor.
Atsumu looked wrecked. His hair damp with sweat, despite the cool drift of the AC. His mouth was perpetually open, drool leaking from the corners of his mouth. His eyebrows were scrunched and his eyes unfocused.
Atsumu glanced behind him to see Sakusa still fully clothed, his cock coming out of his unzipped fly. Even his gloves were still on. Atsumu burned with humiliation, being the only one fully naked for all to see.
”Should I send that video to your girlfriend? So she can see how much of a cockslut you are? Look at you, you’re first taste of cock and you’re already drooling for it.”
Atsumu couldn’t even manage to answer. His mind protested, he couldn’t let his girlfriend see him right now. He doesn’t even know how he’s going to face her later when he gets home. He couldn’t let her know how much he loved getting his hole fucked by a random man.
“You love this cock don’t you?” Sakusa asked. When Atsumu didn’t answer, Sakusa grabbed a fistful of Atsumu’s hair and yanked his head up. Atsumu hissed from the pain, but it made his cock leak even more.
”Answer me slut,” Sakusa bent down and hissed in his ear.
”Nuh—no—ohhhhh,” Atsumu’s denial turned into a drawn out moan at a particularly hard thrust.
Sakusa scoffed and let go of Atsumu, “Fucking liar. If you don’t want it, then you don’t get to have it.”
Sakusa pulled out and Atsumu whined, instinctively chasing it back, feeling empty after being stuffed so full just a second ago. Atsumu wiggled his hips, silently pleading, mind not catching up to his actions.
”Come here and bring the phone.” Sakusa’s voice rang from behind him. Atsumu looked behind him to see Sakusa sitting on the chair in the corner. Atsumu wobbly made his way to the chair and stood in front of Sakusa, handing him the phone.
“You’re going to fuck yourself on my cock, show me how much you want it,” Sakusa said. ”But before that, we need a little more slick, don’t we? Wet my cock, suck it.”
Atsumu shakily knelt down and wrapped his lips around Sakusa’s thick cock. Now he was face to face with it, Atsumu was impressed by his size. Atsumu was nowhere near tiny in any means, but Sakusa’s dick was thicker and longer than his. He didn’t even know how this fit inside him a while ago.
Atsumu took it slow, swirling his tongue around the head and bobbing up and down. Suddenly, a camera was in his face, as it captured every detail and every scene of Atsumu sucking cock. Atsumu closed his eyes, ashamed by the intrusion, but Sakusa pulled Atsumu off his cock and slapped him hard on the cheek. “Don’t fucking close your eyes.”
Atsumu’s eyes started to water, from the pain and embarrassment, as he shakily took Sakusa’s dick in his mouth. He continued his earlier motions, until Atsumu felt Sakusa grab his head and push him down. Shocked and unprepared, Atsumu gagged on his cock, but Sakusa didn’t relent, pushing him down until his nose touched Sakusa’s black slacks. After a few seconds, Sakusa let him go and Atsumu spluttered, coughing.
”Stand up, slut, and sit on my cock.”
Astumu stood and turned around. He didn’t need any more instructions, and Sakusa knew that. Astumu wanted his cock, he wanted it bad. He grabbed Sakusa’s wet cock and lined it up with his hole before slowly sinking down. Atsumu’s jaw hung open as he fucked himself on Sakusa’s cock.
But it wasn’t enough, he couldn’t bounce fast enough to match Sakusa’s earlier tempo, his thighs started to burn and the position was awkward. He needed Sakusa to fuck him.
Sakusa on the other hand was groping Atsumu’s ass with one hand, the other hand, no doubt, taking a video. Atsumu couldn’t care less about the video now, or about his wanton moans. The humiliation still burned, but he loved it, he embraced it. He wanted to be fucked properly and to cum so hard he saw the entire galaxy.
”P-please,” Atsumu begged.
”Please what?” Sakusa answered.
”Need yer cock! Please!”
Sakusa slapped Atsumu’s ass and Atsumu yelped, lurching forward. “You got it, baby. I don’t know what you’re asking for. You need To be more specific.”
“Need ya ta fuck me! P-please fuck me!”
Sakusa groaned. The phone clattered on the ground and Sakusa hauled Atsumu backwards. Atsum’s back was now flush against Sakusa’s chest, his legs were on either side of Sakusa’s as he started thrusting up into Atsumu’s hole.
Atsumu cried out from pleasure. In this new position, Sakusa’s head brushed up against Atsumu’s prostate with every deep thrust. Atsumu lolled his head back, resting it against Sakusa’s shoulder. Atsumu was feeling so good, a bold of pleasure shot up his spine at every thrust.
”Need ta come! Please, can I come?”
”Touch yourself,” Sakusa’s voice came out breathless.
Atsumu jerkily brought a hand to his anger, weeping dick as he stroked it furiously. Only a minute later did Atsumu cum, hot, thick, liquid shooting out, landing on his chest and chin. But Sakura wasn't done, fucking Atsumu with the same furious pace, leaving Atsumu crying nand begging for him to stop. Sakusa continued until he too came, filling Atsumu’s hole with his fresh cum.
Sakusa pulled out his softening dick, and slipped from under Atsumu. He tucked his cock inside his pants and unlocked the door. “Get dressed, you’re free to go.”
Atsumu stared at Sakusa’s retreating form, leaving the room and leaving Atsumu alone on the chair, full of cum, inside and out. The pink top lay on the side of the desk, untouched.