what if you aren’t particularly promiscuous but yuuta makes it out like you’re the biggest whore in the world. shames you for your for your “slutty” clothes, degrades you for your confidence in bed, ridicules you for your “loose” holes. there isn’t a single day where he doesn’t grab your hips or grope your tits as he growls in your ear, hissing something about your vulgar little body, and how it’s always asking to be used. eventually you realize that it’s not just the kink talking—that it’s a little more than fantasy. but eventually comes too late. he’s pinning your wrists before you know it, body weight fastening you to the mattress as he ignores every whimper of your safeword.
“shh, shh, it’s ok. i know your body wants this as much as i do.”