#lilac.dewdrops

just…just aizawa needing you to be good for him. to be quiet and obedient. you let him lay you on his lap, your skirt rucked up and the plush of your ass is right there for him to play with as he pleases. he hums, thick fingers tracing the lace trim of the panties he bought you and talks to you in that low drawl of his, - “these are cute panties, who bought them for you pretty girl?”

you whine and wiggle your hips in his grasp - turning your face to the side so your cheek is squished and you talk with a pout - ”my boyfriend. he’s mean though, likes spanking me a lot.”

he hums, large and scarred hand fondling your ass cheek. the stillness lasts only for a second before his palm cracks at the softness of your ass and you whine - high and pitchy as he continues, taking in how you tremble for him, cheeks burning and eyes glossy. he can even sees a little bit of your drool at the corner of your lips. ”you’re boyfriend spanks you like this?”

You smile when a whisper of cologne brushes past you and a head of gleaming moonlight yellow hair slinks into your peripheral. He’s tall and broad, his shoulders finishing into the seams of his navy blue suit jacket. If you focus your eyes, thin grey pinstripes can be visible to you.

His light-colored eyes meet yours before flickering away and you lean closer into him, taking in the way he fidgets next to you, shuffling and leaning into himself as if to hide from your gaze. You take in the sharpness of his cheekbones and coo when you see a faint pink on them.

“Are you enjoying yourself here tonight, handsome?” Your question goes unanswered and he leans against the bar, the cool top bleeding into the heat growing in his stomach. You hum and let your eyes crinkle in delight at the sweat on his brow and how his lip is tucked between his teeth.

“You don’t have to answer that do you? Just have to stand there and be patient.” You mutter softly, reaching out and wrapping a gentle hand around his waist. Your eyes gleam in the subtle arch of his back, chuckling at how he shudders when you sneak your hand up to his jacket and caress him through his shirt. He moans - quietly and softly when he feels your nails drag down his back, his head falls forward a tad with some of his immaculately comb hair falling onto his brow.

He hears the click of glass on the bar and tips his head towards it - “Your drink.” Smiling at him, you bring a cool hand to his heated cheek and coo at his slightly disheveled appearance.

“I think I’ve found myself something far more…appetizing than that drink for now. Don’t worry your pretty head.” He swallows and faintly whines, eyes flickering to the exit before muttering the nail in the coffin so to speak.

“Home, please.” The rich rasp of his voice pleads and you are unable to resist such a sweet sound. Nodding, you place money on the bar and loop an arm around his waist. He follows after you, calloused and warm palm twisting into the material of your clothes, desperate. You hail a cab and huff a laugh when you feel warm lips press into your neck and light-colored hair sweeping at your cheeks. You raise a hand and run them through the strands of moonlight soothing the tall man behind you who grips at your hips with heated hands.

A taxi comes and you two settle into it quickly, after telling the driver your address you snicker at how quickly his hands trail up and down your waist, face buried in your hair and groaning without restraint. You pet his hair tenderly, eyes crinkled in delight at how you can take in the desperation he was hiding before.

“Did you have fun with our little game Kento?” You ask, biting your lip at how his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. With hazy eyes, he nods and blinks to try to focus.

“Yes- yes I did miss. Thank you.” He says, his thighs parting as you reach down to rub at his tense thigh. You hum, watching carefully as to how he blinks slowly and leans his head back, cheeks red and dewy.

“You were such a good pet tonight.” Praising him softly, your hand continues to rub at his thigh as your other hand reaches into the pocket of your jacket and press the button on the black remote. Kento moans, low and weakly, his hips stuttering as your hand reaches up the crotch of his pants and you gasp - it’s soaked through.

“Messy pet.” You tease as you turn the toy down. Your hand goes to his stomach and rubs to soothe the red-cheeked man as he cums down with fuzzy eyes. You giggle as he blinks at you like a cat and with your other hand, you pet his hair. He hums and drifts his eyes close, body relaxing underneath your cool hands.