#he's cute..

Touma practically dragged his feet to the side of the photoshoot room, slumping against the wall. The plastic of his water bottle crinkled under his harsh grip as he sighed heavily. God, this day was fucking killing him..

Cold water flowed down his throat, and he relaxed. It helped, but nothing could compare to a good, long break, and a cuddle session with his partner that he's been missing very very much. Fuck- Touma internally cursed, dragging a hand down his face. Today, he had enough of thinking, thank you very much.

Brushing his red hair away from his face, he reached for his phone. Almost instantly, his eyes darted to the little text notification from you. It was easy to recognize, he placed a little heart next to your contact name after all! You did the same, matching hearts. The little things like this made his breath catch a little, but he'd never admit it. Like he had tunnel vision, he immediately opened the notification.

Ah. Bad idea.

"F-fucking hell-!"

Quickly, he pressed the screen to his chest, eyes darting around the room. In mere seconds, his poor heart rate had elevated to an unnatural level, seeing the.. teasing you sent.

How could anyone blame him for immediately opening the image you sent him in public! Touma missed you, of course he did, but this was too much..

You'd taken a mirror selfie in the bathroom, leaned against the sink. Casually, your head looked off to the side as if you weren't dressed in revealing lingerie of all things. The deep red matched his hair, and the accent color was a familiar bright magenta of Touma's own eyes. Simple yet swirling lace decorated the whole outfit, highlighting your thighs. On top of it all, you wore a teasing grin, knowing for a fact your boyfriend was at work.

Did you want to kill him like this?!

You looked so.. delicious. That smile of yours could kill him on a normal day, and now all his braincells can only think of you. Your skin looked so soft, and all he wanted to do is to hold you close and fuck you. Not before biting and leaving marks on your neck. God, he didn't know if he wanted to fuck you with the lingerie on, or rip it off you first.

..Maybe take it off gently, it looked to be on the expensive side..

Chewing on the inside of his mouth to hold back a groan, Touma braced himself and started typing. Pointedly avoiding eye contact with the image, he tried to reply without his hands shaking and making typos. Poor him..

touma <33: I'm at work you know?!

cutie <33: well yes, that's why i did it! i want to see you all needyy (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Just like you mischievously stealing his attention, the flame in his stomach grew. The stuffy and tight pants he was supposed to model grew impossibly tighter too. The stupid fashion brand he has to model for had all these tight and sparkly clothes, and it make everything worse. He couldn't afford to ruin these pants.. For the hundredth time today, he let out a sigh. Well, there really was no other thing left to do.

"I'll be in the bathroom if you need me okay?"

Touma called out to the group of staff a few paces away, and they waved offhandedly. Good. Good. Please- he didn't know what to do if he had to take a photo with a growing boner.

Practically throwing the door open, he rushed into a stall, leaning against the wall. Luckily there was no one inside to hear him whine like an animal in heat. The image of you burnt itself into his mind, the thought alone sending occasional pleasurable pangs to his cock. This is stupid. You weren't here with him, and he already felt overwhelmed.

Opening his phone again, he was met with your grin again, body wrapped in red lace just for him. Holding back a whimper, he unconsciously bucked his clothed hips into the air.

"Can't.. ruin these pants.." he muttered to himself, letting out a sharp exhale. How did you have such a chokehold over him?!

Suddenly, his phone buzzed.

cutie <33: you're not allowed to come unless you're with me, okay puppy?

At that nickname, he let out a tiny groan. Fuck, the way you treated him like a cute puppy sometimes did things to him. Puppies were cute, obedient and needy for attention. Having those traits be associated with him was.. different. For you, he would do anything. Including being a cute puppy of you wanted him to.

cutie <33: if you're good, then when you come back, you can fuck me as much as you want. only if you're a good, cute pet though.

This is embarrassing, Touma thought to himself. Despite that, his body betrayed him, his face heating up and cock hardening at your sweet words.

Good.. pet..?