You were already on the bed, tucked under him, the weight of his body hovering just enough to keep you grounded - not crushed, not rushed — cherished. Teppei’s eyes locked on yours, that usual soft gleam turned molten, darkened with want and something even deeper.
He ran his thumb gently over your bottom lip.
“You look so damn perfect like this,” he whispered, voice low and husky. “All soft. All mine.”
Your breath caught as he leaned down, brushing his lips against your neck, his body so warm above you, so big. You felt swallowed whole by him — not just by his size, but by his presence.
“You want me to take care of you tonight, don’t you?” he asked, barely above a whisper, like it was a secret between just the two of you.
You nodded, eyes fluttering closed, but he tsked softly.
“Use your words, sweetheart.”
“Yes… please,” you breathed.
He kissed you slow, deep — like he had forever to taste you. His hands ran down your sides, palms warm and steady, until they rested on your thighs. He groaned under his breath when he felt how soft and eager you were, his fingers tracing the edge of your panties with a teasing drag.
“You’re already this wet for me?” he murmured, brushing one knuckle over the heat between your legs. “Just from me talking to you like this?”
You squirmed, cheeks burning, and he chuckled — that low, delicious sound that rumbled in his chest.
“I knew it,” he murmured. “Knew you’d be the type to melt if I just said the right things. You wanna be good for me, don’t you, baby?”
“Yeah? Wanna be my good girl while I take my time with you? Touch you real slow? Kiss you until you forget what you were begging for?”
His fingers dipped under the fabric, finally making contact — slow circles, featherlight at first, like he was learning you, savoring every twitch and gasp.
“Ohh… you’re so sensitive,” he whispered, kissing your cheek sweetly. “Feels good, huh? Just my fingers, and you’re already breathless.”
You whimpered as his pace deepened, curling his fingers just right, and he watched your face like it was the most important thing in the world.
“You don’t gotta rush, baby. I’m not goin’ anywhere. We’ve got all night,” he promised, voice velvet—wrapped sin. “I wanna make you feel so good you forget how to talk. But you gotta try for me, yeah?”
He leaned in, whispering right into your ear.
“S-so good—Teppei, please,” you moaned, thighs trembling around his arm.
“Mm, I love when you say my name like that,” he breathed, kissing your temple. “Say it again.”
“That’s it,” he cooed, fingers stroking deeper now, dragging pleasure out of you with patience, with praise. “You’re doing so good, baby. Look at you. Letting me take care of you like this…”
Your back arched, and he groaned softly, placing a warm hand on your belly to hold you down gently. “Easy. I’ve got you.”
He kissed his way down your chest, lips soft and reverent.
“I’m gonna make you come just like this,” he murmured. “Right here in my arms. Gonna make you cry out for me, and then I’m gonna hold you through every second of it.”
You reached for him blindly, overwhelmed, and he caught your hand, lacing his fingers through yours.
“That’s it. That’s my girl,” he whispered against your skin. “All this sweetness? All mine.”
Teppei kissed down your stomach like every inch of you was a place he’d always wanted to explore — slow, reverent, his lips warm and soft, but leaving heat in their wake. Your thighs trembled around him, already parted, already aching for more.
But he wasn’t rushing. Of course he wasn’t.
He looked up at you from between your legs, eyes so dark and loving, it made your chest tighten. “You still with me, baby?”
“Y-Yeah,” you whispered, voice shaking.
His smile was devastating - gentle, sinful, sure. “Good. ’Cause I’ve been thinking about this for so long.”
With a slow drag, he kissed your inner thigh, his hands holding you open like you were something fragile and precious. His breath hit you first — warm and teasing — and then his lips, barely brushing your soaked folds.
“You smell so sweet,” he muttered, kissing you again, deeper this time. “Bet you taste even better.”
You gasped, hips jerking, and Teppei chuckled low.
“Easy, sweetheart. Let me savor you.”
Then his tongue finally slid through your folds — slow, deliberate, like he was tasting a dessert he didn’t want to end. He groaned the moment he had you on his tongue, one strong arm wrapping under your thigh to hold you steady while he buried himself deeper.
“F-Fuck—Teppei,” you cried out, hands fisting the sheets.
“Mmm, that’s it,” he groaned against you, the vibration shooting straight through your core. “Say my name again. Louder this time.”
He sucked your clit, slow and perfect, pulling a moan so loud from your lips you didn’t even recognize your own voice.
“You like that?” he murmured between licks, fingers now teasing your entrance again. “Want me to fuck you with my fingers while I eat this sweet little pussy?”
“Oh, baby,” he sighed, like your begging physically affected him. “You ask so nice.”
His fingers slid inside again, curling just right, and the rhythm he kept with his tongue was almost cruel in how perfect it was — slow, deep, relentless.
“God, you’re so wet,” he moaned, pulling back for a second to look at the mess you were. “I could spend the whole damn night right here. You’d let me, wouldn’t you? Let me ruin you with my mouth?”
Your legs started to shake, thighs clenching around his head, but he didn’t stop, wouldn’t stop. If anything, he groaned like it turned him on more, locking his arm tighter around your leg to hold you open.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” he whispered, voice thick with want. “Come on my tongue. Let me taste you fall apart.”
And with one deep, slow stroke of his fingers and a flick of his tongue just right — you shattered.
Your cry echoed in the room, raw and breathless, and Teppei held you through it, kissing your thighs, stroking your belly, whispering praises like a prayer.
“That’s it… such a good girl. You did so good for me,” he murmured, kissing your lips like he hadn’t just wrecked you with his mouth. “But we’re not done yet.”
He looked down at you, eyes blazing now.
“I’m gonna make love to you so slow, baby… you’ll forget where you end and I begin.”
Your body was still trembling when Teppei kissed his way back up, that big, warm body covering you like a weighted blanket of pure, aching devotion. His mouth met yours softly at first like he was calming the storm he’d just created but it didn’t stay soft for long.
You tasted yourself on his lips, the kiss turning deep, dirty, possessive.
And then you felt him hot, heavy, hard, pressed right between your thighs, bare and ready.
“You still want me, baby?” he whispered against your lips, eyes searching yours like he needed your yes a hundred times over.
You nodded, breathless. “I need you. Please, Teppei—”
That sound he made… deep and low like it scraped from his chest. “Fuck… I love when you beg.”
He lined himself up, rubbing the head of his cock through your folds, slow, teasing, deliberate and you nearly cried from how much you needed it. He leaned down, forehead resting against yours.
“I’m gonna go slow, alright? Gonna take my time. You tell me if it’s too much.”
You wrapped your legs around his waist, voice trembling. “I want all of you.”
His breath hitched. His control? Fractured.
He pushed in slowly, stretching you open, inch by aching inch, until he was fully buried inside. His forehead pressed tighter to yours, jaw clenched as he groaned through the pleasure.
“You feel… fuck… so good,” he panted. “So tight. So warm. Made for me. You were made for me.”
You moaned beneath him, overwhelmed, the stretch so deep it made your back arch off the bed.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, beginning to move. “Take it. Just like that. Let me make you feel good.”
His thrusts were slow at first, deep and controlled like he was trying to memorize every sound you made, every flutter of your lashes, every little gasp.
“You feel this?” he whispered, hand coming to rest over your stomach, pressing down gently so you could feel every inch of him. “That’s me, baby. All the way inside you.”
You whimpered, eyes glassy, lips parted.
“You’re doing so good for me,” he praised, voice melting against your ear. “Taking me so well. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” you breathed, tears building from how intimate it all felt. “I’m yours.”
His pace stuttered at that eyes darkening with something possessive, almost reverent.
“You say that like you mean it,” he growled softly. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours, Teppei—yours.”
He groaned, snapping his hips harder now, just once and the sound you made? He swallowed it with his mouth on yours.
“You’re gonna come again, baby,” he whispered, breath heavy. “Right on my cock this time. I want to feel you fall apart around me.”
One of his hands found your clit, rubbing tight, slow circles while he kept that deep, perfect rhythm, his other hand holding your jaw like you were something breakable.
“That’s it… let go for me. Show me how good I make you feel. Come on, baby.”
And when you did, when your whole body clenched around him and you cried out his name, broken and sweet. Teppei nearly lost it. He held you close, kissing your forehead, your cheeks, whispering every filthy, loving thing that came to mind.
“You did so good… fuck, I’m so proud of you. So perfect. So fucking mine.”
Because now he was chasing his own release, hips rolling deeper, faster, but still controlled, still worshipping you with every thrust.
“Where do you want it?” he growled, voice wrecked, thumb still stroking your sensitive clit. “Wanna feel me inside? Want me to fill you up?”
You nodded desperately. “Yes—please—”
And with a low, guttural moan, Teppei buried himself to the hilt and came, hips jerking, breath catching, body trembling against yours as he spilled into you.
The room was quiet again but this time, it was filled with heat, soft kisses, whispered praises, and the sound of your breathing slowly syncing with his.
He stayed inside you, not ready to let you go, hands stroking your waist like you’d break if he didn’t hold you just right.
“You’re my everything,” he murmured, lips pressed to your forehead.
“All that sweetness?” he said again, voice soft, almost in awe.
This is my first time doing this. Be gentle with me😔.
