deeper sea

Hands tied with ribbon behind your back and a beautiful man in front of you, there’s not a single complaint in your mind.

It’s been a nearly unbearable amount of time that you’ve been like this, exposed and at HiMERU’s mercy, and he clearly is enjoying dragging this out as long as he can. His hands run up and down your sides, occasionally taking a foray to play with your nipples, and he grinds his knee that he’s slotted between you own into you in a satisfying rhythm.

Keeping your eyes open is a difficult task but you try your best to do so. He’s so handsome like this, with his own eyes glossy with desire and flicking up and down your body, no-one could blame you for wanting to commit the view to memory.

As if noticing your wandering eyes and wanting to punish you, one of his hands swiftly makes its way to your nipple to give it a not-so-gentle poke. The sudden flick makes you flinch and whine. Maybe if you were more conscious of the way you’re acting then you’d be embarrassed but since you’re not, the only thing warming your cheeks is arousal. He soothes you with a gentle caress before doing the exact same thing again, forcing the same response from you.

A flicker of a smile lights up HiMERU’s face- for all he tries to pretend he is above everything and untouchable, he is just as human as anyone else; just as lustful as anyone else could be. It’s no perfect idol that toys with your chest but rather a man who hasn’t had the chance to do anything like this in god knows how long. Maybe he’d also be embarrassed if he saw himself from your eyes but he’s just as bad as you in that sense. It’s rare for him to let go and do what he wants but now that you’ve crossed that line with him, you’re sure there’s no going back.

In a split second, he makes the decision to change your position. He pulls his knee back and maneuvers you onto your stomach, pulling you back and towards him to encourage you to raise up your hips for easier access. It’s not the most comfortable position with your hands tied and thankfully, he seems to realize that and pulls the ribbons loose.

“How does this feel?”

You assume he’s asking about your arms but just as you want to respond, he wraps his arms around you once again and gropes at your chest, making you gasp in surprise.

“Those aren’t words.”

He doesn’t give you even a moment before he’s rubbing your nipples in slow circles. At this rate, your chest is going to be completely red by the time you’re both done. It’s just the right amount of pressure at the right speed. God damn it, does this man have to feel perfect in every way?! If he keeps this up, you’re going to end up letting him do whatever he wants to you not just tonight, but whenever he calls you back too. You need him to fill you up or you feel you may die.

“-Good, good- very good-” a pinch to both nipples catches you off guard and you whine “-Ah! It feels good-!

It’s obvious how much HiMERU is enjoying this if the way his dick twitches against your ass is anything to go by; He’s always had a bit of a domineering streak in him after all. He grinds against you insistently, his own body is practically laid on top of you, pushing you into the bed underneath you. It’s almost smothering but you can’t bring yourself to complain or move away, instead, pathetically arching your back and giving him an even better angle to grind his clothed crotch against yours.

Fuck, he already told you earlier that he doesn’t have a condom on him. How are you supposed to satisfy the craving in your blood for him? All you can think about is how badly you want him in you.

He calls your name and waits for you to make a sad attempt at a response before asking “Are you clean?”

It’s hard to parse words with your brain so woozy with arousal, but you manage to let out a whiny mm-hmm after a moment of thought. 

Suddenly, he pulls himself off you. You’re about to cry for him to come back when you hear the sound of a zipper behind you and it’s like fireworks go off in your body. Excitement in your veins, electricity down your spine, and a deep, heavy warmth in your lower half that begs for him to leave his mark in you… Fuck, you need to make sure that’s exactly what he does.

It’s hard to move with arms made of jelly, but you make do to turn your body enough to look him in the eyes as you ask for what you know is already coming.

“Fill me?”