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"Why haven't ya ever worn this fer me, babe?"
Kiyoomi snatches the babydoll from a giggly Atsumu's hand and tosses it right in the trash.
"Heyyy I wanted to see ya in that!"
Now he's pouting and Kiyoomi just ignores him, he didn't even know he still owned… /that/.
"Baby?"
Arms wrap around him from behind, Atsumu's chest is warm on his back.
"It should be clear that I don't want to."
Clipped, short, and to the point. Atsumu will hopefully drop it.
"You'd look real sexy in it though, I know ya would."
Kiyoomi doesn't want to budge on this, but Atsumu goes kissing his neck and pressing his warm fingers under his shirt.
"Ya look amazing in everything and seeing ya in some lace panties would drive me insane."
"My ex thought it was ugly and that I looked foolish, so I'll save myself the humiliation, again."
Atsumu froze behind him, the memories came streaming back of Kiyoomi trying to look 'cute' for his ex and that just went horribly.
"So… please don't make me."
Kiyoomi sounded so small then, he hated it when he got like this because the source was always that cruel man.
Why did he even keep that thing in the first place?
"Omi…"
Kiyoomi felt himself being turned around and well he was stupidly weak to those pretty eyes set on him.
"Ya never have to do anything ya don't want… but I'm not him, I love anything ya do fer me."
That was… true.
Atsumu could be obnoxious at times, but he was sincere and kind and treated Kiyoomi with the utmost respect.
"And I'd love ta see ya in some lingerie, yer body… made made for it."
Kiyoomi shivered as Atsumu checked him out, then took his hand and placed it on the bulge in his sweats.
"Just thinking about it makes me like this, baby… Imagine when I see ya."
Kiyoomi couldn't deny the evidence on his hand…
"Maybe…"
"That's all I ask~"
(Liar, he whined for a handjob and Kiyoomi may have edged him through it)
Kiyoomi was nervous, but this was Atsumu. He was the sweetest boyfriend out of the… 3 people Kiyoomi ever dated.
He still tested the waters by texting Atsumu a few pictures of what he'd been wearing underneath his outfit that day.
They had separate schedules that day so Atsumu was forced to drool on the other side of Osaka.
His messages back were all very extremely positive and horny and he was going to fuck Kiyoomi the second he got home.
Excitement roused itself in the wing spiker, he sat in their bed and waited for his lover to come for him.
He tried not to think of the last time he did this… of how his ex found it disgusting and Kiyoomi looked ridiculous.
Atsumu wouldn't say that…
Kiyoomi took one last picture in front of their wall mirror, showing off the black corset hugging his waist, the black panties concealing his hard cock…
There was also the lace trim on his choker, his wrist length lacey black gloves and of course, thigh highs.
Atsumu was already going wild from bits and pieces, but this would push him straight over the edge.
Ten minutes later and the front door was unlocking, Atsumu beelined to their bedroom.
He was welcomed to the sight of his darling sitting so pretty for him, ready for his cock.
"Fuck… ya look…"
Atsumu took Kiyoomi by the chin and kissed him.
It was possessive, filled with a hunger from wait a damn day to get his hands on his boyfriend.
"I'm fuckin ya, right now, ya've been teasing me all day."
Kiyoomi preened at the works as Atsumu stripped down and joined him on the bed.
He made Kiyoomi face the mirror and hauled him into his lap.
"Look at'cha, my fucking whore."
A spank to his bare ass, a hand firmly around his neck, to break eye contact with Atsumu would only spell trouble.
"Get 'em wet."
The fingers on his neck pushed into his mouth and pressed on his pink tongue.
Kiyoomi diligently sucked on them as Atsumu dipped a hand into the front of his panties.
"Wanted to touch ya all day, all those fucking pictures you sent me, showing off all this… everything that's mine."
Kiyoomi moaned around his fingers as Atsumu jerked his cock, just seeing it reflected back in the mirror aroused him more.
"Ya fucked me up, Omi… miracle I could pay attention to anything I was doing… naughty girl."
That made Kiyoomi buck up into his fist and then fingers in his mouth pushed further in, nearly gagging him.
He wouldn't cum this way though, Atsumu would pull the thick plug from his ass and lube his cock with spit covered fingers.
Then have his baby on all fours as his cock fucked into his tight little cunt.
Kiyoomi couldn't stop staring at himself as Atsumu pounded into him, as he got called a dozen names… but being Atsumu's good girl was his favorite.
"Gorgeous…" Atsumu murmured, "better than I ever imagined… better than any model…"
Kiyoomi's long body was stretched out, his back in a pretty arch, the corset and stockings…
"He must've been fucking blind."
Atsumu grumbled, maybe Kiyoomi wasn't supposed to hear that, but he felt Atsumu's frustration… and love with each following thrust.
A part of Kiyoomi was reawakening, be wanted to buy more… wanted to drive his lover mad… needed his big cock to fuck into him like this.
"This is my pussy now, yer my favorite gal… fuck, I love ya."
Oh does Kiyoomi feel loved.