#sub!junichiro

"don’t complain. it's your fault for being away for a week. you're mine, remember that? you aren't anyone else's and yet you were off with someone else for valentine's day." you kiss your teeth instead of his lips and it makes him squirm beneath you.

he's trying to apologize. you know that, but it doesn't mean you have any sympathy or desire to hear his pathetic excuses. your hand returns the headphones to his ear and once again he's left floating in a void of nothing except the vague sensation of you nearby.

he wants to reach to you so badly, his arms flexing against the handcuffs to no avail. he didn’t mean to make you so upset. but, then again, what was he expecting leaving for a week because of whatever reason he had?

"breathe, baby." you whisper to the air, knowing he probably feels your words inside him anyways. gentle fingers travel up his sides, along his ribcage and up to his chest with featherlight touches that make him tremble. regardless of how rude your darling was, he sure did know how to obey. watching him take slow, deep breaths around his gag as drool began to slip past his lips made you smile fondly at him.

he wishes so dearly that he could see it. the break in your well-deserved agitation with him was all he was thinking of in his mind--along with how much he'd worship you afterwards to show he was sorry.

his arms flexed yet again against the metal handcuffs, making them clink against your headboard so sweetly to your ears. taking his senses away was a blessing and a curse in your mind. on one hand, it was a good punishment for your darling. though, it was equally torturous for you to not be able to see and hear the wonderful reactions you loved so truly.

inch by inch, you took your time thrusting back into your beloved's waiting hole. it was gaping and sloppy--having already been stretched and filled with lube. you weren't giving him pain. instead, you were making sure he felt as little as possible so that everything he did feel was miles more intense than usual.

"mmmng..." he whined around the rubber, back arching off the mattress as he attempted to meet your hips halfway. somehow, the slowness of your actions, each so strategically thought out, was worse than the feeling of you roughly pounding into him and spanking his ass when he did something bad.

your hands met his wandering hips, pushing them gently but firmly back down to the bed and pinning them there. "ah ah, no. bad boy." you cooed, lightly flicking the angry red tip of his dick with a finger.

the motion made his whole body jerk, drops of pre-cum immediately coating the head of his cock as his whining got louder. his breathing picked up and he squirmed upon feeling you continue to gradually bottom out in his needy ass. he'd take anything you gave him, really he would. he just wished he could apologize to you properly and get his senses back.

it wasn't the vibrator, or the spankings, or the multiple orgasms that he hated most as punishment, it was the ones that restricted him from having you.

when you had left him alone to ride a dildo mounted to the floor and only returned after he had cum twice, he had been sobbing and begging you to forgive him. this was no different, though at least you were still here with him. despite your touch, he could feel the tears building up behind the blindfold from nothing other than pure unbridled desire to see you and hear you and touch you.

with each long drag of your dick along his walls as you pull out only to push back in at a similar agonizing pace, he started to feel his breaking point. he could feel his orgasm building, the heat in his tummy coiling up, and his thighs clenching. but, fuck, he wanted to cum while holding you. he wanted to see you and hear your sweet words as you talked him through it.

"mmmmm~!" he moaned louder, his squirming becoming more frequent as he pulled against the cuffs. it was only when you saw the first tear slip through his blindfold that you smirked and lifted a hand to the ball between his lips.

even a mere lean forward had him writhing beneath you, trying ever so desperately to ward off his own orgasm that was teetering over the edge from the feeling of you being so deep inside him. as the ball was slowly pulled away from his sore mouth, he quickly shut it, swallowing his own drool and attempting to compose himself.

"is there something you wanna say, baby?" your voice was honey to his ear as you lifted one side of the headphones to speak to him. he had to bite his lip to keep from crying out--his legs clenching together in fear of summing on the spot.

"p-please, i'm hic i'm sorry! i'm so sorry, i'll make it up to you, i promise. i-ngh~! i'm only yours... i swear i wasn't with anyone else. please let me h-hold you. i wanna..." your poor darling can't even finish his adorable begging as he dissolves into pathetic panting, doing his hardest to hold back on summing even as you continue to slowly fuck into his pulsing hole.

"i wanna see you..." he finally manages to get out, sounding so whiny and miserable that it makes you sigh. "please?"

there was the cherry on top. even if you would never deny yourself the pleasure of watching your sweetheart cling to you as he cums--accompanied by tears falling down his eyes and incoherent blabbers falling out of his mouth--you feign reluctance as you undo his blindfold and handcuffs.

the second he can see you again, it's like an angel in front of him. he can't help but instantly wrap his arms around your neck and pull you down on top of him with a surprising burst of energy despite feeling so weak.

"shhhh, it's okay. i forgive you... i guess. you gonna cum for me now? show me who you belong to?" you purr into his ears, freshly free from the headphones and swimming in all the noises they'd missed.

"nghh... mhmmm. you..." he mumbles, clenching tightly around you as he feels you speed up, fucking his leaking hole with more vigour now that you can see how desperate he's become. your pretty little thing has gone dumb with how much he missed you.

"i know, baby. that's right, you do belong to me. can you cum for me, sweetheart? can you do that?" you ask, a trace of mockery dripping into your tone. your self restraint isn't strong enough when all he can do is moan without a thought in the world.

he answers you with nodding, his face pressed into the crook of your neck, before latching onto your precious skin to sloppily suck on it--his mouth feeling suddenly empty without the gag. as much as he tries to wrap his legs around your waist and keep you pressed even closer against him, he's shaking too badly. all they can do is fall open and give you better access to his warm, spongey walls.

your hands roam his body, making him sigh dreamily at the sensation he had been craving. whoever said taking away all the senses made touch more intense was a liar, because the feeling of having them back made your hands feel like heaven. each touch of your lips against the side of his face and head made him tighten his hold on you from both his arms and his ass. he needed you taking care of him. he needed to experience every bit of you. forget nulling his senses, he wanted them to be overwhelmed with your being.

with a gasp, he cums, biting down on your neck and whimpering loud. he holds you so tightly you almost think he's upset until you see the blissed out look on his face.

"easy baby, good boy. you did so well. did that feel good?" you coo softly, grinning as you watch him nod with tears streaming down his face and hiccups making his body shake. "yeah? awww, what a darling i have. can you tell me what 2 + 2 is?"

you just can't help it, not when your darling is so adorable and fucked out that he can't even think. after your question processes, he pouts, hiding his face in your shoulder and pretending he's annoyed you'd be so mean as to belittle him like that when he's still around your dick. really, he can't understand what you're asking him even though he knows it's easy, and it's making his dick hard again.

nanami, JUNICHIRO, diluc, GYOMEI, satan, denki, your favs <3