#spit cw

They should fight nasty yucky style

you do.

whatever, leave me to my freak shit..

you're so right about this because mean dom!sunghoon is the type to have you seated in between his legs, pretty tigs on full display for him to admire as he fucks his fists and makes you watch because you didn't earn the privilege of taking him in your mouth. he knows how badly you want to taste and suck him, make him happy and take every drop of his cum, yet also won't say anything because he gave you clear instructions of keeping your hands on your thighs and watch him without making a single noise. sunghoon just can't help but groan and throw his head back the glossier your eyes become from how much you want him; you're his in every way imaginable and he just loves teasing you about it. "look at how fucking greedy you are, it's pathetic", he grunts and slows down his strokes, his own release tickling the bottom of his spine to the point where he cant do anything without letting out a sound of pleasure, "you're lucky it looks good on you, princess, not everyone can pull it off like you." his words are mean, his voice deep snd raspy from all the arousal rushing theough his blood but his eyes don't match, as they're filled with want and hunger in a way you've never had anybody look at you. all you can do is nod in agreement, too mesmerized by the way the precum is dripping down his pretty fingers before he uses them as lubricant for his fast strokes. "open up", he suddenly demands and before your brain can even process it, you part your lips and stick your tongue out, too excited about what's to come. sunghoon chuckles and rolls his eyes at just how eager you to take whatever he gives you. so he just casually grabs the base of his thick cock, taps the tip against the muscle of your tongue and hisses at the sudden warmth from your mouth, barely stoppinh himself from fucking your throat. and just when you think you're finally gonna get to taste his cum, sunghoon pulls his cock away and lets a thick drop of his spit fall onto the back of your tongue, the taste eliciting a soft whimper from your throat. "you're such a good little whore, aren't you? almost good enough for my cock", he chuckles again and leans back, his eyes eagerly roaming your face and the pretty sight of your tits, "let's see if you can earn it this time, hm? or i'll have to fuck it into you, yeah?"

GOD. disgusting, i want him carnally. i want him to be so refined and elegant and polite and also so so so fucked up. just a hundred tiny possessive things that you barely even notice - you're a maid, after all, you have duties! - but that ayato knows about. your uniform, when ripped, is sent to his tailor; has the same kind of thread as ayato's fine clothes. sometimes your underwear goes missing and thoma is red-faced about it and you're beginning to suspect him of something untoward, not knowing that he's been instructed to take it for the commissioner himself. where ayato once used to make thoma try his strange blends and choices, now you're given the dubious honour . . . and who knows what strange ingredients have gone into it? your perfumes go missing and ayato offers you a scent that he says belongs to ayaka but is really of his own choosing, his favourites . . . agh. i want him

From an old hygiene poster. Probably good advice but that’s some pretty heavy “spit.”