Tsukki loves to disillusion you. He'll press soft, fleeting kisses against your nape. Whisper sweet promises of soft coos, showing you the most gentle you've ever seen him. It's almost like it isn't even the Sir Kei you've come to know. That's why you should've known better. Sir Kei wouldn't meddle in the delicacy of intimate moments, he wouldn't dwell on slowed seconds. He won't take time to cherish it, he'll twist it to desire. Caresses turned dominating grips as he fucks you back to reality.
warnings: nsfw, mentions of impact play? sir kei being sir kei ♡
For someone so soft, you're such a whore for him, aren't you? Really, sometimes he almost wants to be soft with you, with his touches against your skin, with his whispers in your ears—almost.
For someone so soft, you really get so needy, all the time—needy for the way he roughly fucks you, the harsh way he pulls on your hair, the marks he litters all over your body, marking you as his every time he takes you.
But what makes him go feral is the way you beg.
Sir Kei loves the way you beg for him to fuck you harder, to please slap me, Sir Kei! Please spank me, Sir Kei! More, more, more; please mark me, Sir Kei!—you keep begging him for more and Sir Kei only wants his little slut to be happy, so don't worry, princess, he'll give you what you need.