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tendousfingers · 3 years

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daddy's doll | ushijima wakatoshi

this is my piece for the ukai nation sugar daddy collab!

× summary : your sexy sugar daddy wakatoshi likes to buy you pretty outfits just to rip them off <3

x warnings! : fem! reader , age gap, sugar daddy / sugar baby dynamics , oral (m! receiving) , clothes ripping , fingering , vaginal penetration , daddy kink, restraints (his hands) , shoving panties in your mouth , breeding kink , mating press, creampie , implied feelings , let me know if i missed anything. ¡

the calloused palm of a wide hand rubbed over the skin of your thigh, winding around the front and beneath the thin material of the frilly little slip you wore. wakatoshi hummed, deep and low in his chest. it catches your attention, drawing your eyes away from his golden watch that glinted in the dim moonlight.

"under this?" he asks, referring to the most recent outfit he had purchased for you to wear, diamond earrings and fancy accessories to match included. he had always purchased everything, meticulously picking out every little set down to the shoes. ushijima wanted nothing but the best for his baby, for her to wear only the finest brands. he spoiled you rotten, but hey, you couldn't complain.

your hands, puny in comparison to him smooth over his shoulders, pushing the thick suit jacket he donned down his bulky arms. "course it is, daddy. you'll see soon.. let me take care of you first.." he exhales loudly through his nose, unable to tell your pretty little self no. you smile sweetly, dragging the jacket off and laying it over the back of a chair before gently pushing back on his shoulders, encouraging him to lay back.

he obliges, hands folding beneath his head, and that shiny watch around his wrist disappears in the process. you allow yourself to straddle his knee, leaning over to carefully pop the buttons of his shirt. it doesn't take much effort, wide shoulders and firm muscles nearly bursting the crisp cotton at the seams.

you rake your nails over his tummy as soon as it's exposed, watching as it sucks in sharply from the sensation. another loud exhale leaves his lips, and you continue on, allowing your fingers to glide over his leather belt.

no matter how many times you've done this, the sheer size of ushijimas bulge shocks you every time. your lips and mouth have gone dry just from looking at it, hands shaking as you unbuckle his belt.

he watches you with raised eyebrows, lips pulled in an amused grin. the metal of the buckle jingles as you fumble to get it undone, leather strap flopping over to the side and your fingers immediately seize the silver button holding his trousers together. gently, you caress your palm over his clothed cock, earning a groan from deep in his throat.

wakatoshi had allowed his eyes to fall closed, but one soon opens back up when he feels you continuously rubbing against him. his big hands move to grip the bed for leverage as he attempts to sit up, "you're testing me, y/n."

his voice is low, rumbling like thunder. you whine, knowing exactly just what he meant by that. sessions between you two were punctual and cordial, following the same steps each time. it wasn't like you minded it, but here and again you did want to venture off track and do other things.

"daddy please, just wanna.. admire you. you'll let me tonight, won't you?"

he gives you a look, eyes squinting slightly. it's a look you know very well, a look that he always pulls when he's about to give in and let you have your way. you have to bite down on your bottom lip to keep from smiling, because you already know what he's about to say before he even says it.

"alright then, have it your way." the bed creaks as ushijima settles back down, and you can't hide the grin that spreads across your lips as he does so. you carefully discard his pants and boxers, a gasp hitching at your throat at the sight you take in once they're off.

his cock stands tall, leaning slightly towards the right due to heaviness and thickness. the head is swollen, purpling slightly with precum weeping from the tip. it was always like this, always ready to breed you with balls filled to the brim with cum.

you rake your nails over his skin again, except this time it's over his inner thighs. he swallows thickly from the feeling, cock bobbing up and down. the shivers that tickle his spine have him arching slightly, right into your awaiting hand.

your feelers wrap around him, both hands to be exact. this time, his intake of breath is much louder, he couldn't help it. your soft little hands holding onto his cock like that, it was hard to keep himself under control.

you kitten lick at the tip, collecting his precum before swirling it all around. supple, plush lips soon pop around the head, and you apply a gentle, steady suction to it. his hand finds your head, gripping onto your hair. he's a bit mindless in his actions, but he is careful not to tangle in his fingers, instead only gripping what he can reach.

pride swells in your chest as you hear him curse aloud, eyes glancing up to watch his free hand fist among the silk linen sheets and tug tightly. you take more of him in, slowly and inch by inch allowing your lips to slide down his cock.

the older man hisses out, head falling back sharply. red flushes up his neck, warmth radiating from his skin even though his chest is completely exposed to the cool draft of the room.

you loved to see him this way, holding onto every strand of restraint that he had, doing his absolute best to not grab your head and force his cock down your throat. moaning around his length, rubbing your hands over his thighs, it was nearly too much for him. but what really pushed him over the edge was the convulsion of your body as you gagged, the bulbous tip reaching the deepest part of your throat.

it would have been fine, had you come up for air after that, but instead you pushed even more of him inside, way past your limits. his hips jerked, body rocking forward as he sits up on his elbows. ushijima wrapped thick digits around the scruff of your neck, tugging until you popped off his cock. you whine, pulling against his grip to go back down but he's had enough, jerking you forward to make you sit as if you hadn't weighed a thing.

"that's enough, you know what i want to see."

you bring your hands down to the seam of your nightdress, playing with it idly while the man before you shrugged off the rest of his clothes. your eyes were wide, big like saucers as you looked over his body. his wide shoulders, the fine hairs down his tummy that lead to his cock. he had always been so handsome to you, even with greying hairs and crinkly eyes.

ushijima stands patiently at the foot of the bed, and finally, after what felt like forever to him, you begin to lift the end of your dress over your head, sheepishly tossing it to the side of the room.

his tongue quickly swipes at his top lip, pupils darting over each inch of your exposed skin. elegant white lace contrasts beautifully against your skin, with frilly little garters and straps to match. his rough palm glides along your knee, pushing on it to spread your legs. you smile sweetly once more, leaning back on your hands so that he could view your body even more. "you like it, daddy?"

he's already crawling on top of you, humming lowly, "i picked it out, didn't i? daddy told you you'd look stunning.." the same hand that gripped your knee now hooks under your knee, pushing back on it to expose you further. there's a sheer spot over your cunt, his sharp eyes immediately picking up on it. he presses his thumb against the dampness, feeling your clit throb already. "all this just because i let you play for a little while?"

"don't tease me daddy.." you whine at his amused tone, lifting your hips up at him desperately. the man grunts, his large hand pressing them back down to the bed. warmth circulates beneath the skin of his cheeks, only growing warmer as he trails his cool fingertips along your side. you looked so pretty, just as he had told you that you would. because of course, daddy knows best for his sweet baby.

by now, his lips have gone dry, so to counter that his tongue glides over them, wetting them easily. "look at you, so pretty for me, aren't you?" his palm is gently rubbing the lacey fabric, loving the way it feels on his rough skin. you feel his fingers dip into the waistband of the panties and you lift your hips up to his hand.

the cloth becomes tighter on your hips, the more and more as ushijima pulls it. you should have expected it, because he does this everytime. and yet, the loud ripping of your lace thong does nothing but pull a squeal from your lips, but he was already expecting that, two fingers shoving the soiled cloth between your plush lips, "shh, just sit and look pretty for daddy."

he cups your bare cunt, grinding the heel of his palm down onto your clit just to watch you squirm. ushijima leaves the top to your outfit untouched, deciding that it just looked too good to rip up this time. at the same time, his index and middle finger poke at your entrance, easily slipping inside without a hitch thanks to the amount of slick dripping from you.

only two fingers of his was enough to stuff you full, glassy eyes rolling into the back of your head as you cry out through the white lace that had been shoved into your mouth. a grunt, deeper in baritone than all the rest leaves his lips, the man deciding right there that he couldn't wait. no, not tonight.

he pulls his fingers from you with an audible squelch, then wrapping them around his cock and pumping quickly so that he could put your juices to good use. he's thorough, making sure to coat each girthy inch of his cock in it. soon enough, he presses the tip to your sweet cunt, immediately catching your hole. the fat head pops inside, so easily and quickly it nearly catches him off guard,and it /does/ catch you off guard.

your hips fly up, back arching but it's only for a brief moment, because wakatoshi's folding you up, pressing your knees to your chest so tightly that your ass is lifting off of the lush duvet. you reach your hands to his face, and he lets you cup his cheeks for a little while, only for the duration of him inching his length inside of you. it distracts you well enough, because when he's pulling your hands off and pinning them to the bed is when you realize that he's sheathed his entire cock inside of your gummy walls without any prep.

you try to cry, try to squeal but it's only muffled by the panties in your mouth. he knows though, knows that you're already cumming with a single in and out thrust, walls spasming around his cock and sucking him even further inside. he groans this time, loud and airy, fucking you right through your orgasm and forcing his fat cock back into your ever closing passage way.

wakatoshi presses his full body weight onto your pinned hands, shifting them until he can hold them with only one of his own. he plucks the wet cloth from your lips, tossing it aside before humming out lowly, "feels good?" is all he can say, eyes fluttering at the way your cunt tightens up around him, nearly pushing him back out.

"yes, yes! god, toshi , s' too much! too much!"

he ignores your cries with a stone face, dropping his hips onto yours so heavily that the bed creaks and caves each time. it knocks the wind from your lungs and keeps it out, lips already beginning to feel numb. his heavy balls batter the seam of your ass, slowly and steadily, smearing your cum all over.

you blink your eyes to refocus them, and the only thing you can see is the large mirror plastered on his bedroom ceiling reflecting the lewd imagine of him plowing you into the mattress as if you belong there.

you had told him time and time again to not be so rough, to try and hold back because he knows you have work. but the man always gives you the same response, telling you, "you don't have to work." and you know what he means. there are times when you really really consider it, times like these when he's fucking you so god damn stupid, eyes glued to the reflection of his muscular back bending and contorting. and you say it, you always do,

"fuck—! love you daddy, i love you! gunna cum again—"

wakatoshi buries his nose in the nape of your neck, balls pulling up as his own release nears. he places his lips over your ear, nipping at the soft lobe, "squirt all over your daddy."

it's not a demand, but your body sure acts as one, the knot on in your stomach winding and winding until it runs out and snaps. tiny hands that are pinned to the bed push with all their might as you cum, gushing with every inward thrust that digs your tailbone into the springs of the mattress. your legs somehow manage to break lose, and they immediately cup around his taut waist, locking him in so what he has nowhere to run when he cums. ushijimas eyes widen, his orgasm completely taking him off guard. he tries to jerk back, but you cry out in protest.

"please daddy please cum inside me!"

the primal need to breed you takes over any logical thinking he may have been having, eyes closing up as he presses his forehead to yours, releasing your hands in order to fist the sheets above your head. "fuck!"

you had never heard him curse like that before. but you can't think about it, not now. ushijimas hips reel back once last time before barreling forward, pushing as far as he possibly could inside of you. his cock nudges your cervix and then some, he nearly sprawls himself on top of you, balls clenching with every splurt of cum that he milks into you. it's so much, so much that it fills you up and forces him out before spilling down your ass. the only thing wakatoshi can do is look deeply into your eyes from where his forehead is pressed to yours, olive green eyes half lidded and mouth wide open as he pants for breath.

"t-toshi, i think i want to stay this time."

the man smiles a crinkly smile, rolling over so that you can sit up, "good girl."

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pupkou · 3 years

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“𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.”

pairing: kiyoomi sakusa + afab, gn reader

warnings: afab reader, gender neutral reader, sugar daddy kiyoomi, kiyoomi is both a soft dom and a mean dom, submissive reader, daddy kink, allusion to spanking (no description), crybaby reader, slightly bratty reader in the beginning, reader wears what can be interpreted as lingerie, light degradation (reader is called a “dumb slut” one time), reader is called “puppy” (but NO pet play elements), nipple pinching, pain, creampie, unprotected sex, light overstimulation, teasing

word count: 2.8k

note: this is my contribution to the ukai nation sugar daddy collab! (this is reposted) thank you @keishinslove for hosting! <3

MINORS, PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT.

“why don’t you ever pay attention to me, omi?” you ask, lips forming into a pout as you sit next to kiyoomi on his bed.

the silk sheets are so smooth and soft against your skin, thanks to the unreasonably expensive lotion that sits on your vanity in the other room. this is kiyoomi’s room, however, so it’s kept clean and tidy-- free of “clutter” as kiyoomi would call it. kiyoomi’s room is no place for hijinx, games, or pouting, unless kiyoomi wants those things to happen, but he’s rarely in a fun, joking mood.

“trust me, i pay you enough,” he says dryly, not even looking at you from behind his glasses and continuing to type away at his computer.

“don’t talk about that, omi!” you gasp. “you know that’s not why i’m here. plus, you promised that when we’re in our bedrooms, we won’t talk about money.”

he ignores you.

“hellooo?” you bother. “no. business. in. the. bedroom.” you say, punctuating every word with a finger that pokes him in the chest. finally, he relents, and looks at you with an annoyance-filled glare. you continue, “c’mon, omi. don’t look at me like that. you know deep down that s’not fair that i sit here all day waiting for you to come home, and then when you’re finally here, you just--” here, you mock him on the computer, putting on a scowl, shaking your head, and fake typing.

“you just sit here all day?” he asks condescendingly, raising an eyebrow and looking over again to glare at you. his gaze is softer this time, but accusatory nonetheless. “because last time i checked, you’ve got a black card with my name on it that you have absolutely no problem using for whatever your little heart desires.”

“don’t act like it doesn’t make your dick hard knowing that you provide for me,” you scowl, deciding that you’re not playing around anymore. “if you didn’t want me to spend your stupid money, you shouldn’t have given me the card and told me to get myself somethin’ real nice and pretty.”

“wow,” he says, eyebrows raising at your bravery-- mouth falling open as he nods, sarcastically encouraging your poor behavior. he closes his laptop quickly, setting it on the bedside table a little bit too harshly and turning back to you sharply. “is that any way for you to speak to me? especially considering, and i'm quoting you here, that i provide for you?”

“well, i- i don’t,” you stutter, suddenly remembering your place-- as well as how hard omi’s hand hits when you’re punished for talking like that. “i just want you to pay more attention to me, omi. m’sorry for being mean.”

“there’s my sweet baby,” he coos, reaching over to cup the back of your head and pressing a kiss to your jaw-- then your cheek. he smiles when you obediently-- and without thought-- lean into his touch, finally soothed by the attention you so deeply desired.

“next time you’re needy, why don’t you just tell me instead of being a brat?” he continues, brushing his thumb over your cheek and eventually resting it on your bottom lip. “you know i don’t appreciate that kind of behavior, and i'll spoil you much more if you’re good for me.”

you kiss the pad of his thumb, and he smiles softly.

“m’sorry, omi,” you say, tears welling in your eyes when you remember the way he glared at you. it really isn’t your fault, you think. you just missed him so much. and you need him so bad.

“s’no need for that,” he reassures you. “you just got a little too aggressive instead of asking nicely, just got a little carried away, yeah? you’re still good for me, right?”

you nod quickly as your hands come up to rub away the frustrated tears.

“yes, daddy,” you reply obediently, trying your best not to whine “m’still good for you, just got a little confused, s’all. i promise m’still good, gonna make it up to you, daddy.” suddenly in a rush, you tear the blanket from your lap and toss it to the side, immediately moving to sit on kiyoomi’s lap. although he’s certainly not opposed, he seems taken aback by this-- shocked by your boldness.

“relax, baby,” he says, holding his hands out in front of him in a sort of understanding apprehension-- knowing how you get when you’re needy. “you don’t have to make up for anything, sweetheart. let’s just appreciate the time we have together now that we both know what you need, okay?”

you give a weak little /mhm/ before taking a deep breath, giving yourself a moment to indulge in the intimate silence that hangs heavily-- but not uncomfortably in the space between you. there won’t be much quiet once you get started, so it’s alright to take a moment to get yourself together.

when you meet kiyoomi’s gaze once again, he’s already looking at you with a softened look in his eyes. he licks his lips and says, “why don’t you help me be more comfortable, pretty?” and motions toward the glasses that still sit on the bridge of his nose and will only get in the way.

carefully, you hold them by the corners and remove them from his pretty face, folding them closed and placing them in the dark wood tray on your bedside table. he had been wearing them for too long, as always, and so you lightly rub the indentations on his nose with your thumbs as a gentle reminder to him to relax more and work less, omi. (to which he would usually reply, “but if i don’t work, whose money would you spend?”-- to be met with a not-at-all intimidating glare from you.)

he sighs, pleased at how well you listen, and rests his hands on your hips. your body is covered by a skimpy set of pajamas, the ones omi prefers most-- the ones you’re purposely wearing because you wanted his attention that bad. there’s nothing wrong with wearing his favorite set just to get him to fuck you. nothing wrong at all.

with a smirk, he asks, “who bought you such a pretty set of sleeping clothes, baby?”

“you did, daddy,” you reply, remembering the day he shopped with you, giving his opinion on whether they showed “right amount” of skin.

his thin fingers undo the buttons that go down your torso tortuously slow, and he trails his pointer finger up your chest-- right over where your heart beats hard and fast. he slips the fabric from your shoulders, smoothing over the skin of your arms and admiring the view of your now-exposed chest.

there’s something he wasn’t expecting, however, and that’s the pretty, delicate harness that crosses over your body in an elaborate pattern as well as a dainty little pendant right between your collarbones. his hands leave yours to lightly trace over the criss-crosses of ribbon and lace that stretch and weave over your chest in the most beautiful way-- the fabric eventually leading down to the shorts that still cover your bottom.

“and what a flattering piece this is, my love,” he compliments. “who picked out something so pretty?”

you giggle at the praise, “you did, daddy. don’t you remember?”

“i do, baby,” he sighs in pleasure, recalling the happy memory. “how could i forget seeing you blush at the sight of yourself in the boutique’s dressing room? and how you wanted to try every piece in every color?”

“i did not try every piece in every color, omi,” you argue.

“excuse me?”

“daddy,” you correct yourself. he smiles.

he pats your lower back, signaling to you that he wants you to lift your hips and help him get those bottoms off of you-- he can hardly wait at this point, even he is thoroughly teased by the strip-tease he’s forcing you to endure. you hop off of the bed, bending over much further than necessary as you remove your shorts to flash him the panties that cover your pretty pussy.

“keep teasing me like that, and you’ll ride my thigh as punishment,” he threatens, gaze going cold for a moment. you just laugh, pleased with yourself and his reaction. “now, get back on my lap before i lose my patience.”

you listen, and it’s for your own good.

once you’re settled back on kiyoomi’s lap, he holds both of your hips in his hands and allows his eyes to flick downward toward your sex. the dark patch on your front doesn’t go unnoticed, and kiyoomi wastes no time in finding it with his thumb, rubbing the wet spot right onto your clit.

“om- daddy!” you moan, instantly rocking forward in search of more friction.

“look me in the eye when i’m touching you,” he demands, continuing to tease your clit through the damp lace. you do as you’re told, finding his eyes staring at you full of desire and like he’s ready to ruin you.

“please.. fuck me,” you whine, hoping to entice him by circling your nipples with your fingers.

that doesn’t go as planned.

“pinch them for me, pretty,” kiyoomi orders. “wanna see them get all puffy.”

you circle them a few more times to get them fully hard again before pinching just hard enough to make it hurt, but not nearly as hard as omi normally would. he notices, and lets out a disappointed sigh.

“really? do i need to do everything for you, you dumb slut? you can’t even pinch your own damn nipples hard enough?”

“no!” you say much too loudly. “i can do it, daddy! watch! i’ll do it right this time!”

you circle the sensitive peaks of your chest again, putting on a show of obedience for your daddy before pinching hard-- so hard, in fact, that a whimper falls from your pretty lips-- sending a twitch to kiyoomi’s dick and a smile to his face.

“there you go, pretty,” he praises. “do you think you can cum just like this? can you cum in your panties like a good puppy?”

“of course,” you moan, straining to speak clearly with the way his fingers rub you so unforgivingly-- not giving you even a moment to breathe.

he adds a finger and applies more pressure to your poor little clit, before leaning in real close to your ear and whispering out a cruel “pinch them as you cum, baby.”

you can feel yourself throb against his fingers, pathetically clenching around absolutely nothing (a truly sad feeling) as you feel yourself reach your peak. it’s all so warm as kiyoomi changes his movement, now rolling your clit back and forth between two fingers and pinching it slightly with every motion.

“daddy, m’gonna,” you whimper, head twitching at the base from the intense stimulation that shoots like lightning up your spine. “m’gonna cum! can i please? can i please cum?”

“no need to beg, puppy. you can cum whenever you’re ready,” he instructs.

with his permission, you cum hard-- shaking and humping forward onto kiyoomi’s fingers erratically, creaming your pretty panties til they’re seeping wetness right onto kiyoomi’s skin.

“oh, baby,” kiyoomi moans. “you did so good for me, pretty. you came so hard-- your pussy’s gushing just from my fingers, hm?”

“yes, daddy, s’all for you-- all because of you,” you affirm.

he pats your lower back once again, but when you try to move off of the bed with shaky legs, he says, “not quite, baby,” and sits you between his legs so you’re facing him. with nimble fingers, he peels your panties from your hot skin and spins them around his finger a few times before letting it drop to the floor unceremoniously. any other day, kiyoomi might stuff the filthied fabric into your mouth, but his dick is painfully hard from the performance you put on and he thinks he might die if he doesn’t cum deep inside you really fuckin’ soon.

as quickly as humanly possible, kiyoomi tugs down his pajama pants and boxers, tossing them to the side and gesturing for you to move into his lap once again.

he gets comfortable, lying his head and body back onto the silk-covered, luxury quality pillows and you swing a leg over his body. his cock stands firm against his abdomen, already leaking precum because of how gorgeous you looked while cumming all over his fingers.

“c’mon, baby,” he orders. “come and show me how much you missed me.”

helped by the arousal that still drips from your cunt, you sink onto kiyoomi’s length with ease-- a drawn-out moan coming in unison from both of your voices. you feel so full, like you would be able to feel it in your throat if it goes any further inside, and kiyoomi can feel every clench and slick movement of your tight walls around him.

you take a moment-- just a single moment-- to adjust, and kiyoomi impatiently groans, “please move, baby, m’so hard. don’t make me wait any longer.”

you place your hands on his bare chest, the smooth expanse of skin decorated by constellations of freckles and moles and a thick gold chain that rests just above his collarbone-- somehow made to look dainty by his muscular form.

as if they have a mind of their own, your hips begin to roll and bounce up and down his cock and a sickeningly lewd squelching sound fills the room from where your skin connects repeatedly, slapping together and making soft skin feel raw.

“need to-- fuck!” you exclaim, “need to kiss you, daddy. feels so good, but i need more!”

“you’re so greedy, always wanting more,” he teases, as if he’s not just as desperate for you. “kiss me then, pretty.”

he leans up as much as possible, meeting you in a harsh, kiss full of teeth and tongue and neediness. kiyoomi sucks your tongue into his mouth and tastes you with every movement of his lips, and he’s not sure if he can last much longer if you’re going to keep on kissing him like it’s your last day on earth while your cunt clamps down on him and makes up for every bratty moment in history.

one of his hands comes up to palm and knead one of your breasts, the other cupping your cheek-- pulling you closer to him-- changing the angle ever so slightly, but enough to make it so that your swollen clit gets the attention it deserves with every rock of your hips.

it’s only getting messier and messier with every moment that passes, the rhythm losing its beat and becoming harder and harder to maintain.

kiyoomi groans, “hold onto me, baby,” as he presses his heels into the mattress-- now fucking upward into you, just letting you indulge in the pleasure he’s providing. “i want you-- to cum first,” kiyoomi chokes out, and at his words, you begin moving again, fucking back-- meeting his thrusts with an equal desire for release.

“cum for me,” he demands, hissing through the pleasure. “cum on my cock like you’ve been dreaming about all fuckin’ day.”

that’s the only push you need to make you a trembling, crying mess-- cumming on demand as if you’re trained to do so, unable to stop fucking yourself on kiyoomi’s cock despire the overstimulation that quickly sets in, your poor clit likely rubbed raw at this point. kiyoomi cums soon after, pumping load after load of thick, sticky cum into your cunt, which he will remind you is still pretty even after all of this. your mixed cum seeps out of your pussy in a creamy white ring-- despite the majority of it being plugged up by kiyoomi’s softening length that still sits heavily inside you.

you rest like this for a while, catching your breath and kissing each other softly and carefully, easing out of the intensity and trying your best to remain still. your sweaty forehead rests against kiyoomi’s, and your breath mixes in hot, heavy puffs. when you finally sit up slightly and open your eyes, kiyoomi is already looking at you-- but not in the face.

“eyes up here, jackass,” you tease, no spirit lost despite the sleepiness that makes your limbs and head feel heavy.

“i’m not looking at your tits,” he says bluntly, eyebrows lowering as he scowls at you, none of his spirit lost either despite the fact that he’s still inside you. he continues, “i’m just wondering: who bought you that necklace?”

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