05:40am 𐙚 can't stop thinking about being fucked in a chokehold...
just imagine it. you're pressed up against the table with your boyfriend behind you, hips snapping against yours roughly as he holds one arm around your neck with just enough force for you to feel it, but never enough for it to actually bother you.
you're crying, fat tears running down your face as you whine and moan for him. his pace is steady, not too fast nor too slow. the mushroom tip of his cock hitting all of the perfect places inside of you.
"didn't think you'd actually be into this— fuck-" he groans into your ear, and you have to bite his arm hard enough to leave marks in order to stop yourself from screaming right then and there.
"y'er close, huh? gonna cum for me?" he asks, although he doesn't expect an answer from you. he knows you're too fucked out to form a proper thought right now, let alone speak.
his hips pick up their pace, his arm tightening around your neck just a bit as you both near your breaking points. at this point, you're already screaming, babbling incoherently as you finally finish, your release covering both the desk and your boyfriend's lower body.
he lets out a noise of approval from the back of his thoat, biting your earlobe in a pathetic attempt to silence himself as he pulls out just in time of his orgasm, painting your ass and thighs white.
he slowly lets his arms drop from your neck, instead guiding them to wrap around you from behind as you both struggle to catch your breath.
"kinky little thing." he teases you, pressing a gentle kiss into the crook of your neck.
:: hoshina soshiro, narumi gen (kaiju no.8); suna rintaro, miya atsumu, oikawa tooru, sugawara kōshi, a lot of them tbh.. (haikyuu); haitani rindou, haitani ran, kurokawa izana, mitsuya takashi (hear me out.) sano manjiro, kokonoi hajime (tokyo revengers); itoshi sae, hiori yo (shitty little sadist ilhsm), chigiri hyoma, itoshi rin(?), otoya eita ig? (blue lock); shinazugawa sanemi, tomioka giyuu, akaza, muzan kibutsuji (kimetsu no yaiba), and your favs!!
a/n:: I wrote this with hoshina in mind :P I just- UGHH I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM HE'S SO BEAUTIFUL!! 😩 (if you haven't watched kaiju no.8 I HIGHLY recommend it it's absolutely peak) also happy new year everyone :D this is officially my second year of making fics on this account so yay!!
cw: NSFW, lingerie, suggestive content, mild sexual touching, teasing, possessive behavior, established relationships, implied intimacy.
The ToMan boys react to you modeling lingerie for them — flustered stares, bold comments, and reactions that range from soft admiration to dangerous temptation…
—You want me to sit there and just watch you model lingerie for me?—he asked, arms crossed. You nodded, watching him raise his eyebrows.
—Yes —you saw him make a face.
—No, hell no. For your own good, it’s better if you give your own opinion about them —he turned around and walked out of the room. Just like that.
—Well, your loss —you sang as you headed to the bathroom to change. If you knew your boyfriend well enough, then he’d be outside waiting even if he had refused.
When you came out, you confirmed it, letting out a small laugh.
Half of his body was inside the room. He had his mouth pressed against the back of his hand against the doorframe, most likely biting it. When he saw you step out of the bathroom wearing the burgundy velvet set, his eyes swept over your body from top to bottom.
—What do you think?—you spun around in place so he could see the full details of the back. Baji tilted his head further to the side, leaning more into the room to take a closer look.
—Shit, why do you do this to me?—the boy let out a huff and began muttering under his breath.
Manjiro Sano
Your boyfriend’s eyes couldn’t have been any wider. Neither could his mouth.
—How does it look on me? —you adjusted the straps of your panties and gave yourself a slow, complete turn. When you stayed with your back to him for a few seconds, Mikey let out a small squeak to himself, unable to believe how good you looked at that moment.
You stood in front of him again, his gaze was anywhere but on your eyes.
—Wait… I didn’t see well, turn around again —you smiled at his audacity and spun around once more in your place so he could get a better look at the set.
—And…?—you asked, looking at him face to face again. By this point Mikey had his hand against his mouth, his eyes moving quickly from top to bottom, completely stunned.
—It’s pretty—that was the only thing he let out, his voice sounding almost painful.
Takashi Mitsuya
—You’re good at these things, so be honest and don’t say it looks nice just because you like me, okay?—Mitsuya looked at you and nodded, completely firm—. great, wait for me right here outside.
—Anyway, I could make you a set myself —Mitsuya murmured to the air— And I’d be more than happy to take your measurements, _______.
You got dressed inside the bathroom quickly and came out after a while. The black set fit your body perfectly, the panties had two straps that wrapped around your hips; to be honest, it took you a little effort to put it on.
—Mhm… come here —Mitsuya adjusted himself in the chair, shifting his hips slightly and motioned for you with his hand.
Once you stood in front of him, he straightened up again and stretched his hands to the height of your panties, adjusting the straps over your hip bones. In that moment, he took the chance to touch the material with his fingers, tracing the edge slightly before pulling his hands away from you.
—It’s very pretty, and it fits you perfectly —he praised, forming a smile—. Though I still say I could make a much better one.
—So that means it’s not that nice?—you tried to tease him a little. Mitsuya let out a few small laughs, narrowing his eyes at the same time.
—I’m telling you it is very pretty—he wrapped his arms around your hips and pulled you closer to him to leave a small kiss on your abdomen.
Ken Ryuguji
—Are you going to model for me?—Draken’s perverted expression appeared in an instant; you rarely saw that look on his face.
—Yup, so sit wherever you like and wait for me —you walked into the bathroom and started changing.
—Alright, I’ll wait here —you heard him say.
You came out of the bathroom and stood in front of him. The most surprised one was you; seeing him sitting in the middle of the couch with one arm stretched over the backrest and his heel resting over one of his knees gave you quite the view.
—What’s wrong? —Draken smiled, showing his bright teeth. You cleared your throat and coughed, nervous.
—Do you like it? —you stepped a little closer, somewhat nervous as you noticed his gaze more intense than ever, scanning you.
With his free hand, Draken motioned for you to turn around, moving his index finger in circles. You blinked a couple of times; he looked different in that facet.
You slowly spun in place, and when you were facing Draken again, your nerves grew even more. Without thinking, you brought your hands to your bra, adjusting it even though it hadn’t moved.
—It fits you perfectly—he admitted honestly, looking at your body. A nervous laugh escaped you, and you let out a small squeal when he stood up just to take your hand and pull you toward him.
Kazutora Hanemiya
—Is it my birthday or why such a gift?—you started laughing when you heard him say that. Kazutora was something else.
—I just need your opinion, so sit down if you want and wait here —you gave his chest a light shove and he fell back onto the couch. He didn’t get mad; instead, he slightly spread his legs to settle into the seat.
—God… you looked me in the eyes…—while you were getting dressed in the bathroom, you heard him thanking the heavens. He really was a case.
After putting on the white set, you stepped out of the bathroom and walked a little closer to him, keeping a safe distance.
—And? Is it nice?—you glanced down at the set and then lifted your gaze back to him. Kazutora froze in place.
—Fuck…—he leaned forward while still sitting, resting his elbows on his thighs. His eyes fixed on the upper fabric with determination before lowering to where the panties with small ruffles rested.
—Do you like it? —you bit your lip nervously when he didn’t say anything.
—You’d better take it off so I can see it better —you blushed completely at his shamelessness.
Souya Kawata
—I don’t think that’s a good idea… I’m terrible when it comes to clothes —the boy clarified right away.
—Shhh… you just have to tell me if it looks good on me or not —you stuck your head out of the bathroom and saw him standing in front of the couch, not doing anything yet— wait for me.
This time you had chosen to buy a pale pink set. It wasn’t your favorite color, but the set was simply majestic.
Completely made of lace. When you stepped out of the bathroom, you were adjusting the straps of your bra, so you didn’t see the way Angry lightly slapped his own cheek to focus.
—Wow —Angry let out.
—Do you like it?—you looked at him to see his reaction. Angry fidgeted with his hands, his eyes wandering over every inch of your skin. Without meaning to, he struggled to focus on the set itself.
—It’s… very pretty —he cleared his throat— It suits you really well, the color matches… your skin.
—See? Isn’t it nice?—you squealed excitedly and spun around in place— it has lace in the back too, I loved it.
—Yeah —Angry dropped back onto the couch when he finally saw the lace in the back— _______, please stop spinning around.
Chifuyu Matsuno
—I should be the one embarrassed, not you —you laughed at his behavior. The blond was completely flushed.
—I don’t know why you want me to see them… I’m a guy, I doubt my opinion will help you —Chifuyu tried at all costs to avoid seeing you in lingerie.
—It’ll be quick, I promise —you disappeared into the bathroom to change. You put on the set with very thin panties, all in black.
When you came out of the bathroom, you heard Chifuyu swallow.
—Look! How do I loo—
You stopped when you saw Chifuyu burying his face into a cushion on the couch. The expression on your face deepened when you saw him hitting his face with the cushion.
—Hey… stop hitting yourself —you walked over just to pull the cushion away from his face and place it behind your back. When Chifuyu lifted his gaze to you, he let out a yelp and covered his eyes with both hands—Oh come on, you’re old enough to not act like this.
—I’m still not used to it —he slightly parted his fingers and looked at the set through them.
—Is it nice?—you asked again.
—Yeah —he answered automatically. His eyes slowly roamed over what the set revealed— the color is nice.
—The color isn’t a big deal —you laughed at his reaction— look —you spun around in place so he could see it more fully.
—Holy Mother of God —he muttered in a whisper. When you faced him again, you saw him completely defeated against the back of the couch, this time without covering his face.— by any chance… do you have another set?
Nahoya Kawata
—This time you have to look at me —you told him as you walked into the bathroom.
—I swear I’ll look way too much —he promised, shouting.
You smiled at his enthusiasm and started putting on the dark set you had bought that same day. You tied the straps of the bra behind your neck and, after briefly checking yourself in the mirror, stepped out of the bathroom.
Nahoya let out a whistle.
—That’s my girl! —he stretched his hands out, calling you over to him.
—Is it nice?—you looked at the set with a bit of doubt. Smiley nodded several times. You stepped a little closer and, instead of giving an opinion, he turned you around in place. Once you were facing away from him, he pulled you against himself. You let out a small squeal as you ended up sitting on him without even processing it.
—The fabric is really good —he wrapped one arm around your waist, and his free hand slipped over your bra, cupping one of your breasts in his palm— good texture, the color’s nice, and the size is perfect.
—You’re just taking advantage to grope me—Smiley started laughing at his own shamelessness. He let go of the fabric of the bra and moved his hand behind your neck, undoing the knot.
—I don’t actually like it that much, let’s try another one—you slipped out of his embrace, holding the straps so the bra wouldn’t fall. Then you went back into the bathroom to keep modeling more sets for him.
Seishu Inui
—Are you trying to kill me with a heart attack?—the blond got startled when he heard your request. When you nodded at his question, he began to stutter.— Do I have to see you… myself?
—Yes, wait here —after grabbing a few new sets you had bought that morning, you hurried to the bathroom to try them on.
First, you put on a cute pastel-colored set. It had plenty of lace and gave you a very pretty shape. After looking at yourself in the mirror, slightly doubtful, you stepped out of the bathroom and stood in front of him.
Inui tried to look only at your eyes.
—But you have to look at the set —you smiled at the way he reacted.
—It’s not necessary, everything you wear looks amazing on you —his eyes hesitated, wanting to lower his gaze but doubting at the same time.
—But Inui, look at the damn set —you stepped closer to him to put him on the spot and force him to look at the set properly.
Inui lowered his gaze to the pale bra, focusing on every detail before letting it travel down to the panties. He leaned back and fully rested against the back of the bed, covering his face with both hands.
—You’re so fucking pretty —he muttered against his hands, covering his face and eyes.
Takemichi Hanagaki
Takemichi looked at you while scratching the back of his neck, his cheeks turning red.
—I…—you smiled at his awkwardness.— I…
—It’s better if you don’t say anything and just give your opinion about the set I’m going to show you, okay?—you turned around without waiting for an answer and walked into the bathroom with the lingerie bag in your hand. After putting on a lilac set, you came out with a bright smile on your face, completely excited.
—_______…—Takemichi called your name in a whisper.
—Is it nice?—Takemichi nodded several times, quickly.— Are you sure?
Takemichi couldn’t handle his blush anymore, but he nodded again, not wanting to look at your bare skin. In the end, though, he lost the battle. Your eyes dropped to the exposed skin, and he didn’t even try to hide the way he slapped his own cheeks.
—But…—you stopped when you saw him finally realize that he had to say something.
—You look beautiful, like an angel —you pouted when you heard him and hurried toward him to try to hug him.— oh no no no, no hugs, not now, at least not now.
You were confused at first, but when you looked down at yourself with barely any clothes on, you understood and started laughing softly at him.
Ran Haitani
—I’ll show you some new sets I bought yesterday —you lifted the bag in your hands and looked at Ran.
The one with braids started to form a mischievous smile. After slipping his hands into his pockets, he walked slowly toward you. His index finger hooked onto the edge of the bag as he peeked inside, looking at the different lace sets.
—I like that one —he pointed at a bright red one.
—Alright, I’ll start with that one then —as you turned to head to the bathroom, Ran grabbed your wrist, stopping you.
—Wait, you could put them on right here —you let out a laugh at how perverted that sounded.
—I’m only planning to show you the lingerie, Ran —you walked to the bathroom again, this time successfully. You decided to start with the one he chose, and after putting it on, you opened the door to step out.
Surprise; Ran was waiting for you right outside. He brought his hand to his mouth and whistled enthusiastically.
—Alright, give me a spin —your eyebrows arched.— it’s to look at it properly, relax.
Still standing inside the bathroom, you gave a full turn in place. Ran let out an almost shouted exclamation, whistled again, and his hands tried to touch the fabric on the lower part.
—Okay, okay, let me put on the other one —you pulled away laughing from his attempt to hug you and pull you closer.
—No, no, I’m sticking with that one, I like it —his hands stretched out again and hooked around your torso to pull you toward him.— You can model the others for me one each day, keep this little red one.
You rolled your eyes in amused annoyance. Ran took advantage of having you in his arms to slide his hands down to the lace waistband of your panties, moving it playfully as if he were going to pull it down. Even though he didn’t.
Rindo Haitani
—Are you going to model for me too?—Rindo looked at you over his glasses, one eyebrow slightly raised.
—Mmmm no.—you joked as you stepped into the bathroom. You decided to put on a very pretty white lingerie bodysuit. It had plenty of lace, so you couldn’t wait to see Rindo’s reaction.
When you stepped out of the bathroom, you walked toward him with a smile clearly written across your face. Rindo’s gaze moved from your neck downward with full attention.
—Don’t you want to give me a little dance?—he asked, just in case you dared to. You shook your head, so Rindo straightened up slightly and sat closer to the edge of the couch, looking at you more intensely.
—Is it nice?—you asked this time, turning slightly from side to side so he could see the whole piece.
—Nope.—you made a face instantly.— I’m kidding, pretty.—Rindo started laughing when he saw how quickly your expression changed.
You grabbed a cushion from beside him and hit him in the face for playing that joke. A tug on your wrist made you fall onto Rindo, who burst out laughing at the situation. The nerves appeared instantly.
—You look very beautiful.—he admitted, gently caressing your hips. Rindo spent a long moment staring at the lace on the bust before speaking again.— Are you sure you can’t give me a little dance?
Izana Kurokawa
—And what would that be for?—you put on your best poker face when he asked you.
—What do you mean “what for”? I need your honest opinion.—you disappeared into the bathroom.— and don’t you dare leave.
As if you were Flash, you quickly put on the caramel-colored set. When you stepped out of the bathroom, the first thing you did was notice Izana’s somewhat astonished expression.
—Look, this is one of them.—you walked closer so he could see the small flowers on both parts of the set.— Do you like it?
—Ah.—that was all he said. You placed your hands on your hips and looked at him reproachfully; getting him to take something seriously was always a case.— Shit, let me focus.
Izana rubbed his eyes and looked at you again. He stretched both hands out and pulled you a little closer to him, still sitting against the couch. His large, rough hands settled on your hips at the level of the garment, touching it softly as if he actually knew what kind of fabric it was.
—Mhm —still holding you, he turned you around, placing you with your back to him.— this one is nice.—his finger hooked into the lace of your panties.
—Just nice?—to be honest, you were expecting more compliments.
—Yeah.—he turned you around again; you let out a small laugh at the way he handled you like a doll.— The bra, hmm.—he tugged your wrist slightly so you’d lean down toward him. His eyes carefully examined the pattern and color of the bra— yeah, the whole set is nice.
men that talk u thru it while they destroy ur insides ♡.
oki okie. having sex w ur boyfie can be consensual and gentle at some times, but there can also be nights were he absolutely destroys you in & out >< while he says the sweetest things against ur ear!! eek! it makes u melt into a little puddle like an ice cream melting on the sun.
he has u in a mating press, pussy in display, boobs all mushed against one another as his hips rut against yours. he's huffing and panting like a dog getting its treat before leaning his upper body against yours, his grip on the back of your knees tightens slightly as his hips snap and roll into your pussy. his cock nuzzles in deep into your sopping hole, a lewd squelch erupting along the way.
his lips brush against the shell of your ear, whispering sweet nothings and praises into your ear.
"my good girl, takin' me so well . . . you like it, baby? c'mon answer me . . ."
"i know, i know, sweetie . . . jus' one more 'kay? i promise, one last time."
as he brings you close to another orgasm, he'll always embrace you close to him, assuring you that you're doing such a good job and calling you his good girl :(( all the while ur a crying mess & babbling how it's too much, and he knows that it's too much 4 you </3
"let it all out baby, yeah i got you . . i got you, fuck─ you're so tight, sugar . . ."
"aah─ you're so pretty like this, my gorgeous, gorgeous girl . . ."
"fuck, look at me like that again and i might just fuck you again . ."
he prolongs the pleasure by rubbing your clit slowly in circles as he continues praising you, his cock throbbing and softening inside you as his cum slightly gushes out of your pussy, watching it flow down beneath the wrinkled bedsheets.
"i know i promised that this will be the last one but . . . i can't help it, sweetheart. need ta' fuck you one more time . . . can you do that for me, again?"
he's the type of guy that when you're both drunk he swears he's not going to fuck you, but as soon as you both get home he kisses you, hungry, until you're both against the door of your shared room, he opens the door with his free hand and when you're coming in he lifts you off the ground and kiss you violently.
"Just the tip, yeah?" he asks as he pulls down your pants and spread the tip between your folds, once he's fucking the tip slowly in and out of you, but he can't wait anymore. "Fuck it" he grunts before pushing his cock all the way inside of you, making you squirm under his body.
Eren, Draken, MITSUYA, Geto, NANAMI, Bokuto, GEKKO, Yoru, Miguel + your favs!!
they always say “just the tip” but they never keep their promise. they’re cursing, fucking begging you to put just the tip in, rough hands gripping your thighs apart and your heart stutters in your chest at the sight of them looking so fucked out. their cock is leaking of pre-cum and you almost moan when they drag the tip over your wet folds.
“just-just the tip, i promise,” he promises, but will he keep it? obviously not. the moment he pushes the tip in and you both moan, you suddenly feel him push the rest of him inside and you feel the wind get knocked out of your chest. he’s…big and you can barely make up a coherent thought when he starts dragging his hips against yours so deliciously.
“sorry i couldn’t- i can’t.” he hisses, hands gripping your hips as he pulls you closer to him. his pace is slow and his thrusts are so sharp each time, making you feel every inch, and his girth to the last vein.
geto, gojo, choso, hanma, souya, chifuyu, taiju, mitsuya. (any of your faves).
i feel like mitsuya is more of a tit guy.. don’t get me wrong - this man absolutely loves everything about you and each part of you is like heaven to him but there’s just something about your tits that gets him going. and it feels so weird because all your life you prayed gods to have bigger breasts, always felt like they’re not enough and they should be bigger. the constant thoughts of being not attractive because you don’t really have tits were really damaging your self esteem since teenage years. that was until you met him. mitsuya was the sweetest guy ever, like he was the archetype of a fairytale prince that falls in love with a princess. later turned out that he has two sisters. it didn’t took long enough for both of you to fall in love with eachother and for him to confess. since mitsuya saw you for the first time he knew you’re the one for him. but beginnings weren’t so easy for you. you couldn’t get used to the fact that someone loved you for who you are and not for your body. you couldn’t understand the fact that every piece of you, every curve, every „ugliness” in you was beautiful to him. especially your small tits. and when once things got hot and steamy but were quickly stopped when he tried to take off your shirt for the first time he was confused. not because you panicked and told him to stop. mitsuya couldn’t understand how his angel was afraid that he will find her unattractive because of small breasts. he didn’t push though, because your comfort was the most important thing to him, but he literally spent around 10 minutes listing everything and literally EVERYTHING he loves about you including a birthmark that he saw only once on your ankle. and he was so proud of you when you slowly started adapting to the thought of being so adored by him. especially when you initiated having sex with him. it meant a lot for both of you. you never felt like this with anyone in your life, so carefree and so safe. you embraced your biggest fear for years and decided to be there in the most vulnerable form in front of the man that you loved. and that day mitsuya lost it.
you were beneath him, he stared at you for a good while now. all you did was taking off the top and pants you were wearing for the whole day. it was embarrassing at some point. he was just there silent. not doing anything. just staring.
“say something…” you murmured. your face was red as tomato but you decided to end the brutal silence.
meanwhile mitsuya was going through a lot. he could swear he never seen anything more beautiful like you. and your tits. it was just such a breathtaking sight of two perfectly round boobs. a thought of them being small wouldn’t even pass his thoughts. for him, they were everything he wanted and needed. you snapped him out of his thoughts and he just looked at you so desperately asking such a simple question.
“can i touch?” he asked. you nodded and he could literally felt like he touched heaven with his hands. they were fitting in his palm perfectly like they were made for his hands just to embrace them. it took him a lot of strength to not just cum from simple touching and massaging and kissing and doing literally everything known to mankind with your tits. for the whole time he kept praising you, while kissing your chest or abusing your poor sensitive nipples whispering how much he loves you. and he was committed for the whole night to make you never forget this moment as well as never forget his deep love for you.
𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ the end is fucking horrible im sorry but im so sleepy,,, i couldn’t get it out of my mind for the whole day so i needed to write it or i would explode😭
Debrief: You spend valentine’s tied up in silk and wrapped in lace for your lover
Warnings: SMUT - 18+, MDNI, light BDSM, silk bindings, oral f!receiving, pet names used (angel, pretty girl, beautiful, good girl)
Case Notes: this man would be such a sweet boyfriend 😩 I love him so much. Happy Valentines Day!
“Is that too tight, pretty girl?” Takashi’s voice is warm and unhurried, the sound curling low in your stomach. He gives a gentle test tug at your wrists, silk fabric pulling just enough against the headboard to remind you where you are.
“It’s good,” you murmur, nodding once as your gaze lifts to meet those lilac eyes. There’s trust there. Something that’s been woven into the threads of your relationship.
“That’s what I like to hear.” His approval is quiet, spoken just for you, before he leans in and kisses along your jaw. Slow. Reverent. His mouth trails down the column of your throat, tongue teasing beneath the lace at your breasts, coaxing soft sounds from your lips.
“Do you know how beautiful you look?” he asks, fond and tender.
“Tell me, Takashi.”
His fingers glide down your side, tracing the seam of lace he’d stitched together late at night, thinking of you the entire time. The fabric yields beneath his touch, familiar and precious.
“You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he says, thumbs hooking under the hem of the teddy as he slowly pushes it higher, revealing your stomach to him. He’d meant to wait until White Day to give it to you; but after Valentine’s, after the care you poured into every handmade chocolate, he couldn’t bring himself to hold back. He wanted you wrapped in something made with the same devotion you give so freely. “My favorite model,” he adds softly. “An absolute angel.”
His lips follow the path his hands leave behind, kisses pressed warm and lingering, like he’s memorizing you. Every inch of attention feels deliberate, patient. Takashi never rushes what he cherishes.
When he finally looks back up at you, his expression has softened into something almost shy, something earnest, hands gently pulling your thighs over his shoulders.
“Let me take my time,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over your skin on your hip, soothing.
You nod, your breath stuttering when he dips his head down, pressing his lips to your core, still covered by the now damp, white lace. A moan pulling from his throat as he works his tongue against the fabric, fingers wrapped around your thighs to keep them spread.
Takashi watches the way your chest rises and falls, the way your hips arch against his mouth as your pretty eyes flutter shut, your plush lips forming a pretty ‘o’ with every stroke of his tongue.
His fingers pull the lace aside, his nose bumping your clit as he kisses at your wet folds before his lips wrap around your clit, tongue swirling around your sensitive pearl, his own hips rutting into the mattress.
He pushes two fingers into your dripping cunt, gently pumping them in and out, and your hands tug against the silk keeping you static in place.
“Takashi, baby.” You moan out as his fingers curl pressing at that spongey spot to drawl out more of those sweet moans from you.
“That’s it, honey, you gonna cum for me?” He asks, pulling back a moment to breath, his lips and chin shiny with your slick before he dives back, mouth gently sucking at your clit until your eyes are rolling back.
Your core clenches around his fingers as you finally hit your climax, your body spraying him with your release and he moans, drinking every drop down like it’s some kind of delicacy.
“Fuck angel, good girl. So fucking beautiful.” I murmurs back softly, pulling back to look at you tied up below him, “it’s going to be such a good night, my sweet Valentine.”
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Bad Toman!Mitsuya who’s always watching you closely before you even notice him.
Bad Toman!Mitsuya who’s so charming and respectful when he talks to you for the first time, you would never expect who he really is.
Bad Toman!Mitsuya who never lets you pay for anything, always discreetly taking care of the bill without you noticing.
Bad Toman!Mitsuya who goes "Don’t worry about it, sweetheart." Every time you try to pay.
Bad Toman!Mitsuya who always comes home late, but always brushes it off like "You don’t need to worry about me, angel."
Bad Toman!Mitsuya who loves having clothes tailored for you.
Bad Toman!Mitsuya who buys you the prettiest lingerie, making you model it for him only to peel it off your body right after.
Bad Toman!Mitsuya who makes you ride his thigh until he’s satisfied before touching you.
Bad Toman!Mitsuya who ties your wrists with the prettiest silk ribbon just to watch your helpless form and desperate expression.
Bad Toman!Mitsuya who always praises you so gently while ruining you thoroughly with his fingers. "You’re doing so good, angel… You can give me one more, can’t you?"
Bad Toman!Mitsuya who would spend hours touching you before getting his dick wet.
Bad Toman!Mitsuya who still treats you like you deserves when you’re being difficult.
Bad Toman!Mitsuya who edges you until you cry all while praising you
"Such a good girl, so fucking desperate f’me…" Is he even praising you anymore?
Bad Toman!Mitsuya who gives you the best aftercare and praises, even when you misbehaved. "Shh… It’s alright, you did great sweetheart…"
Not particularly proud of this one lol, might do a part 2
