cw: begging , blindfold , ties , not too big m sorry , suggestive at best with a lot of teasing , power dynamics reversing , service top! ellie reduced to being a bottom .

There’s something fun about breaking a service top down into nothing but a naked, blindfolded little sex toy sitting on the floor in the middle of the room, hands tied back so she’s helpless.

Her breaths fall heavy, limbs trembling, as if the anticipation itself has her wet— it does. She hates how easily broken down all her dominance is, but she’s definitely not complaining because now that she can’t see you, or what you’re going to do— she has to fully rely on trust.

You walk around her, circling slowly like a predator analysing her prey. “You’re so cute like this, Els.” Ellie feels the nickname giving her the shivers, she can’t wait to be touched. You kneel on one knee and cup her breast.

The second you do so, Ellie shivers and leans closer, seeking the warmth of your hand.

Her body is cold, skin cool to the touch as her nipple perks upon contact like she’s been waiting for this her whole life. You smirk, you’re evil, and the idea of torturing her cute little boobs is too tempting, but you know she’ll like it.

So for now… you stick to teasing her.

Maybe, just maybe if you feel merciful, you’ll let her cum, you’ll let her hump your shoe like the desperate little thing she can be when she’s horny and unrelieved. Ellie’s breath hitches as she focuses on the way your thumb circles her nipple, her body buzzing with energy.

“Aren’t you the cutest, Ellie baby? You’re trembling, oh my gosh.”

Your words made her feel a sense of humiliation she hadn’t felt so far but something about that made her pussy feel more tingly.

“Touch me, please.” She begs, voice cracking, “I need you so bad, I can’t do this, please—” she tries to come closer, still on her knees, “touch me, baby.”

you just looked too good—all dolled up, wearing your cute little dress, which accentuates your body so perfectly.  

“mph— toru, more.” sweet melody of your desperate whines fills the narrow space of his car. you’re straddling him, his cock buried deep inside you.

it’s torturous. painful. his deliberately slow pace frustrates you. tears sting your eyes, threatening to spill and smudge your makeup. satoru on the other hand has the time of his life—watching you being so clingy, eager only for him. sleeves of his blue shirt are rolled to his elbows; his hands are anchored to your waist, keeping a firm hold.  

“oh, baby, you’re so sweet.” he coos. “you want toru to fuck you more?” he mocks you with a smug grin while you frantically nod your head.

“please, just—” you try to move on your own, but satoru doesn’t let you. instead, he tightens his hold on your waist, bruising your delicate skin.

you pamper him with desperate kisses, trying to coax him into giving you what you want. he groans when your lips find the sensitive spot on his neck, licking and sucking it. his lips part as your body clings to his, leaving no room for breathing. as if you worry that someone might take him away from you.

lip gloss stains his pale neck with glitter on top of the bruises you’ve made. finally, his thrusts become frantic, needy. your vision blurs as satoru hits the right spot inside you.

“d-don’t stop—” your walls tighten around him as you meet his thrusts. you cup his face, capturing his lips in a messy kiss. he moans into your mouth as you bite his lip.

the familiar feeling overtakes your body—you’re falling apart in his lap. the windows are all foggy, giving away to any pedestrians what might be happening inside. satoru whimpers near your ear as he holds you close to him.

“give it to me, baby—fuck—make a mess.” he whispers as you feel the blissful sensation washing over you. your thighs tremble uncontrollably; your eyes roll to the back of your skull.

you cover your mouth with a hand to muffle any moans, but satoru takes it away and kisses you instead, silencing any sounds with his greedy kiss.

꒰ 18+ ꒱ 。。 toji imitates the way you sound :p

toji is buried in between your legs, slobbering all over your slick folds like a depraved man. your hand is tangled in his hair, tugging on it as he continues to devour you at a dogged pace, licks languid and relentless.

"toji~," you whine, his dark eyes flitting up to look at you which makes your pussy flutter around nothing. "just, just like that~"

he pops his mouth off of you and the ends of his lips curl up into that shit eating grin of his as he coos mockingly, "just like that, hm? mmm~ just like that."

it takes you a few moments to even register that your ass of a boyfriend is imitating you − and he continues on despite the waves of embarrassment washing over you.

"ohh shoo good, baby," he says in an uncharacteristically high pitched voice. "keep going, don't stop~~"

you smack his head which only makes him chuckle, his large hands giving your plush thighs a squeeze. "fuck you," you huff, looking away with your cheeks burning.

"'m only teasing, doll," toji says, trailing a line of kisses along your inner thighs. two of his fingers slowly sink themselves inside your gooey walls, making you let out a cute mewl and your back arching off the bed.

"keep making those sweet sounds f'me, yeah?"