the thread may tangle, but it will never break

Shiba Togo presses his lips to your ankle, his kiss careful and slow despite the hurried, frantic touches that led here, that found you spread open atop a pool of messy, unmade sheets.

“What are you, a romantic?” you laugh, heart trembling at the way his eyes meet yours, brows lifting in a challenge as he strokes the arch of your foot and drags his mouth up the side of your calf.

A half-empty pack of cigarettes sits precariously at the edge of his nightstand beside a face-down book left open beside it.

The whole room smells like him.

There’s something reverent in the way Shiba’s palms caress the outside of your thighs as he drags up the skirt of your dress, fingertips hooking in the waistband of your panties.

You swallow, shifting under his steady gaze. He huffs, the corner of his mouth twitching at the way you try to hide how badly you want to squirm.

His blond hair is loose and mussed from your hands, fingers now fisted in cotton sheets.

Shiba leans in, slowly. A pathetic noise leaves your throat as he mouths at your mound through the flimsy fabric of your panties.

“What?” He asks, gently teasing your swollen clit through the hot, damp material. “Nobody ever take their time with you?”

You think about divorce. About the bare place left on your finger, the way the handle of your katana rubs against the skin there now.

You think about the younger man between your thighs.

“I guess not,” your voice wavers. Just a little.

It’d be embarrassing, probably. If not for the way he presses another kiss to the curve of your hip, nose tracing the ghost of his mouth after.

“Then will you let me?”

(It is embarrassing, you think—the desperate, needy way you moan when he finally sinks one long finger inside of you. The way you buck and writhe, fingers gripping his shoulders for purchase as he gives you more.

Slick and wet and gasping like you’ve never been fucked.

Hanamaki the titty enthusiast that he is with an s/o with really sensitive nipples becoming obsessed with making you cum(multiple times) untouched with only toying with your tits

It's torture, but it feels so good but also get off me you menace! keep going almost there~, cant we just have a normal movie night without your hands under my shirt sir! what were we watching again? blacked out after the 4th orgasm, the tv wasn't even on, wait when did you slide your dick in-?

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every day is titty tuesday at mattsundaes headquarters 😌😌😌

walk with me because now i’m thinking about hiro who’s made such a habit out of playing with your tits on the couch that he slides a hand under your shirt without thinking while mattsun’s right there. you look over at him, eyes a little wide like what the fuck.

realization briefly flits across his face, but he looks more amused than anything else. he rolls one of your nipples between his fingers, the corner of his mouth quirking upward.

an hour later, you’re too pent up from his gentle, teasing strokes to say no when he shoves up your shirt and starts mouthing at your tits the moment issei disappears to use the bathroom.

(too pent up and aroused and wet to bother telling hiro when issei walks back in. too horny and desperate to do anything but hold his gaze as you bury your fingers in hiro’s hair and writhe and moan beneath him while he sucks on your tits.)

there's no reason for me to even draw him like this