+18 thinking about the ‘planking until failure challenge’ with shōta aizawa
who knows exactly: what you like, why you’re asking him to do this - that’s why, oh god, that’s why he’s so fucking mean about it.
“‘m i being loud enough for you, baby?” he asks, his tone dripping in utter condescension. he dips his head lower, almost burying himself into the crook of your, exposed, neck. “can you hear me? yeah? that’s what you wanted — mh, fuuuck“ your boyfriend shamelessly groans, submerged into the depth of your skin, putting on the filthiest of performances, just for you. “huh? to hear your old man in pain — fuck, baby. fuuuck — all groanin’ and pantin’ in your pretty lil’ head?”
your body trembles beneath his. your hips buck and grind into the air, as his words, his tone, his voice feel like the meanest of hands in between your legs.
“you’re all wet f’me, aren’t you?” and you know — oh, you know, it’s not even a question at this point. he’s just teasing you, torturing you with nothing but his filthy, promiscuous words. “ooh, shiiit — my nasty, nasty fuckin’ girl” he groans, louder, rougher this time. the vibrations of his pleasure, forcing a barbaric shiver to run down your spine. “gettin’ all worked up, all needy ‘n fuckin’ soaked, from my voice alone — yeah baby, fuck. aaghh!”
you whine - gasping like a wounded soldier, on the verge of death, the second his hips collide with yours.
“there she is,” he growls, dragging the fat, angry print of his cock against the outline of your quivering pussy. “there you go, make some pretty sounds f’me too, yeah?. good girl, puppy, jus’ like that, c’mon” he dry humps you into the floor. fucking into you like a maddening, untamable animal. “i’ll keep bein’ in pain for you — fuck, that’s it, harder baby. fuck me back, mhm, y’know how — i’ll keep on holding this stupid, fuckin’ plank for you, yeah? mhm! i will, yeah. jus’ for you, baby. so you can cum f’me, doin’ what you love most: listenin’ to my fucking voice“
