𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴 – 𝔪𝔡𝔫𝔦 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ warning: overstimulation, hand on throat for two seconds, safe words used correctly, daddy said once, & slight dacryphilia. fem!reader.
So, we all know Ushijima would be one of those: "Move your hand or I'll make you" types in bed, right?
You're laying on your back, completely fucked out and dripping wet all over the sheets as he brings you to orgasm for the third time that night. Shaking with tears streaming down your face as you buck your hips into the air against his hand, sliding yours underneath his in an attempt to make him stop touching your swollen clit.
“Move your hand,” he said, firmly holding his hand on top of yours. Not pulling it or slapping it away, just... there, as a silent threat.
“No,” you whined, “Can’t take it. No more.”
The tears are coming down harder now, sliding down the sides of your face and wetting the hair around your ears.
“Angel,” he said, sliding up the length of your body to grab your chin, slowly lowering his hand to wrap his dexterous fingers around your throat, “I’m not gonna tell you again. Move your hand, or I’ll make things so much worse for you."
You whined, biting your lip to keep it from quivering violently.
"Safeword?" he questioned softly, releasing the hold on your throat just a little so you could speak freely.
You babbled, sniffling and moaning as the wave of contractions subsided and the feeling of euphoria flooded in.
"Yellow," you cried, knowing you could take maybe one more, but you were nearing your limits, "No choking."
He removed his hand from your throat instantly, running his thumb soothingly along your collarbone.
"You're doing amazing baby girl. Can daddy give you one more? I think you can handle one more."
"Green," you whispered, though you shook your head no and did not move your hand. He liked when you fought. It was your favorite type of scene to do together.
"Angel, please don't make me move your hand. You're crying so pretty already baby, I will make you cry more."
You weakly closed your legs, clamping them down on both of your hands above your sex.
"Do your worst," you groaned, looking him challengingly in the eye.
He nodded, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Okay baby, I have something for that."
He removed his hand, using both to flip you over onto your stomach. He grabbed you by your waist and pulled your ass into the air, exposing you to the chilled air of your bedroom.
"Be a good girl and stay just like that," he commanded, slapping your ass for good measure.
He reached underneath your bed, pulling something from your box of goodies.
"When your throat is raw from screaming in the morning, I want you to remember that you asked for this."
He pulled two pillows from the head of your bed, putting one beneath your dripping wet cunt, and the other underneath your face, letting you relax onto the bed.
He slid something underneath your sex, turning it on and letting the device hum to life. The vibrations on the toy were low, but with how abused your little button was, it felt like it was on high. You couldn't help the loud moan that ripped it's way from your throat, your hands immediately fisting into the sheets to ground you.
"Can you take my cock again baby girl? Be good and cum for me one more time?" he asked moreso out loud to himself than to you, your moans echoing against the walls as he slid into you.
He fucked into you at a bruising pace, the slide easy with how wet you were for him. The toy buzzing against your clit made you see white. All you could do was take it, take every inch and every second that the toy and his cock worked in tandem to coax another orgasm out of you.
He was cumming deep into you as soon as you came all over him, the sheets and pillows beneath you a soaked mess as soon as you were done.
You must have passed out. So many fluids gone from your body in such a short amount of time had been exhausting. Blissful, but exhausting.
You woke up the next morning in a clean t-shirt, one way too big to be yours, amongst clean sheets with a warm body wrapped around yours.