Warnings: 18+ bondage, teasing, insinuated overstim and denial, begging, dacryphilia, praise, afab!reader
“A-ah.. darling-” His hips lifted against the bed, trying to chase your touch as the silk ties pressed against his wrists. He was trapped. Tied to his own bed and left at the hands of your mercy. “Darling, please-”
“What are you begging for, Mirai? We’ve barely even started.” You purred, drawing your touch away from his cock. His head had been steadily leaking precum from your teasing, ghostly touches. This was revenge. Revenge from him teasing you for the past week, skittering his fingers against your thigh in meetings or laying in the bed shirtless as he read.
He knew what he was doing. And now you were getting revenge against him.
“Ah ah ah,” You tsked, shaking your head in faux-disappointmemlnt. “What did I say about trying to cum? Do we need to get the ring back on your cock instead?” You hummed as Mirai’s chest heaved as he panted. His hair was askew as you slipped his glasses of the bridge of his nose, carefully setting them next to the bed.
“Not- Not to cum..” He swallowed, looking at you as small tears pricked at far corners of his eyes from the denial. The edge of his orgasm teetering haphazardly. “Not to cum until you tell me to.”
“Good boy.” You praised, running your fingers through his hair as he smiled at the praise. “Where do you want to cum, darling? My mouth or my cunt?”
“Your pussy- please?” He spoke quickly, looking at you as he tugged at the bonds. You hummed, moving your bottoms off before straddling his hips, teasingly running his tip against your cunt with a soft moan leaving your lips. He chewed on his bottom lip, fighting the urge to buck his hips upwards as you sunk down on his cock.
You moaned, feeling him stretch you as you rocked your hips against him. The sound of ripping filled the room as Mirai brought his hands down, gripping your hips as he snapped his hips against you, controlling your movements as he sat up to kiss and bite at your neck.
He was getting his revenge now …