Thinking about mirror sex with Atsushi..shdhdhfhsjfhshf🦋🦋
Imagine,, he’s been feeling rather insecure lately. Why? Well it’s the same as normal. He just hates everything about himself. There’s not a single thing about himself he can get by, perhaps besides the fact that he’s able to help others. But even then, he still struggles with overcoming his fears and just fighting everyone who stands in the way of everyone else’s safety. And as much as he loves being in a relationship with you, he can’t help but feel like he isn’t worth your time. You’re nothing short of perfect, and he’s just..him. He’s already not worth much in his eyes, and he feels like he just can’t match up to you. Pure and utter perfection.
He ultimately ends up demotivated from all these thoughts about not being worthy of your presence—let alone your full, undivided attention—and he ends up clinging to you even more than usual.
He’s always been a rather clingy partner, but something about this was different. Instead of clinging to you with a smile on his face, resting himself in the crook of your neck as you ruffled his hair, he seemed almost desperate. As if as soon as he let go you’d come to your senses and run away from him as fast as possible. As much as you tried to convince him you weren’t going anywhere, and that he was the man for you, he seemed doubtful. He knew you weren’t just with him out of pity—you’re too kind for that—, but he couldn’t help but worry that you’d realize how much better you could be doing and leave him (his words, not yours). Holding onto you for dear life almost 24/7 was the only way he could think of to retaliate against you leaving him.
You didn’t want Atsushi hurting like this. He was the man of your dreams, he was sweet, and as gentle as he was with you, he had a much more desperate side from that same coin. Anytime he got too desperate, he’d trap you beneath him or lay himself between your thighs until you teared up because he was overstimulating you so damn much. But he also had this sweet, gentle side to him that seemed alarmingly controlled considering how desperately horny he could get. Sometimes he would sit back and gently grab your hips, guiding you back and forth on his lap until you and him both came, and he’d kiss and nibble on your neck as you rested yourself above him and caught your breath. He was perfect for you, and you hated to see him think otherwise.
Therefore, your only option was obviously to ride him to oblivion in front of that grand mirror that was attached to his closet in his apartment at the agency. Thank God Kyouka was developing a habit of sleeping in Yosano’s bedroom and having sleepovers with her, Naomi, and Haruno because she wanted to bond with the other girls.
Atsushi was sitting up on that futon of his, looking head on at the mirror as you rode him, and anytime he’d try and look away you’d grab his chin and look directly into his eyes, and he’d inevitably surrender at your actions, looking back at himself in the mirror. You’d give him a flirty, almost teasing smile any time he’d try and look away from you or the mirror, and his legs would tremble at your actions. God you were gorgeous, and you felt..so good too.
“Hnng—you make me feel so good, baby. Only you, only you.”
You practically fed him these reassuring words the entire time, and every time he’d whimper and give you a desperate attempt to pull you close, gripping and pulling you down to him by your shoulders.
“Just sit back and enjoy—you’re doing great, Atsu.”
You’d keep riding him until he came, emptying inside of you, and the warm feeling made you grip him tighter. Atsushi felt like he was on cloud nine, but he couldn’t help but notice the fact you hadn’t cum. With those damn heightened senses, he must’ve been able to tell somehow.
This simply couldn’t slide! Even if this was supposed to be all about him, one of his favorite parts of sex was the fact he could get you to cum, and on the rare occasion, he could even get you to squirt, that typically took a lot of overstimulation though. The confidence boost that making you feel pleasure gave him was honestly better than cumming himself.
So of course, he couldn’t stop himself from pulling you down onto the futon and getting you to cum for all your worth.
I wanna write a pt2 where you’re the one getting fucked stupid in front of a mirror brr
