#sub byakuya

the black-haired guy, not content with that, just hid his face on the pillows, with every thrust his body bounced and pressed hard against the sheets. he was enjoying it, his ears were red, sweat was starting to adorn all over his beefy back.

you were sick of seeing how you kept fucking him so hard and he still didn't make the slightest noise. so you grabbed him hard by the hair and made part of his body rise up sharply.

you were sick of seeing how you kept fucking him so hard and he still didn't make the slightest noise. so you grabbed him hard by the hair and made part of his body rise up sharply.

"AAAAHG." he screamed as you pulled hard on his hair. well that's what you thought you heard.

you saw in the reflection of the mirror how his mouth was open and saliva began to run down from it, little grunts escaped from his mouth, now that you were pulling mercilessly on his dark hair. you held him tightly in your hands. with this you were helping him move, and to bury himself deeper into you.

"that's how i wanted to see you dear," you said still looking at his reflections, kissing and biting his lobe as the man began to roll his eyes.

byakuya didn't respond, but well he was enjoying this, his cheeks were so red and his look was so different, so lewd, so dirty. with his two free hands he grabbed your gluteus and made you bury yourself deeper into his ass. the image was so erotic, you pulling his hair and guiding his frenetic movements with each thrust and him with his hands on you not wanting you to come out even for an instant.

"mhhn this is so good, you are behaving so dirty today, i can't imagine pulling your hair in front of everyone and that alone makes you hard, thinking about the time i fucked you like that, how embarrassing." you said with fun.

the man didn't even register everything well anymore, you were sure it would give him a bad headache later, you could already see his face of disgust for this.

"more, harder, it's not…ugh, enough." said byakuya with now teary eyes.

Small tears brim at his eyes at the very feel of your strap/cock sliding through his mouth, pushing down to his throat. Byakuya’s hands grip onto your legs, tightening at each thrust to the back. Not giving up on his pride, he tries to stand his ground. He glares strongly at you for the ‘rough’ treatment, but you just smirk down at him.

“What? Can’t handle this? ‘Kuya, you’re so weak.” While laughing down at him, you move your strap/cock fully into his mouth again, enjoying the face Byakuya makes when you do so. His eyes, slightly glaring, lose their focus and a brightening blush floods his face. Losing the grip on his hair, you lean back into the chair, letting him go at his own pace for a while. He meekly licks your tip, before taking you in fully.

Groaning loudly, your hips begin to buck, and so you grab at his hair again, forcing your strap/cock deep into his mouth. A muffled gasp leaves Byakuya at the sudden change, but he quickly realises your actions. His fingers dig into your thighs, as you cum down his throat. Breathing sharply through his nose, he swallows it all and looks up to your ‘satisfied’ gaze. Or so he thought. You stare down at him plainly, while using his hair to slide his mouth off your strap/cock . Fucking down his throat sure is fun, but you want to break him down harder, since the prideful fire is still glinting in his eyes.

For a still moment, he scans over your face, trying to predict your next move and react accordingly. Yes, this is embarrassing, the position, the face-fucking, the whole image of him being the only one fully naked. It’s all a huge stake in his stupid ego, but, shit, does it feel so good. Byakuya would’ve never thought he would be getting off on being used like a toy.

“Wh-Ah!” He yelps in surprise to the touch of your heel on his bare tip. Since he was too deep in thought, you snuck your foot in between his legs. At first you lightly traced the length, before starting to test the waters. Byakuya’s thighs tremble at the sudden pressure on his cock, as he tries to squirm away. 

“Stay still.” Upon hearing your stern voice, he tries his absolute hardest to not move and widens his thighs for you. His eyes dart to the side, not wanting to look up to your damned smirk, Fuck, he shouldn’t be enjoying this so well, he needs to stick to his pride.

Sneering down at him, you press your foot against his cock rather roughly, before grinding it down. Byakuya moves his hips, softly, to your actions, before becoming more desperate. He opens his mouth to let out shameless moans, but you quickly take the chance. You push your strap/cock back down his throat, relishing in the choked gasps that leave him.

Pressing down on his strap/cock, while fucking his throat, you grin down at the mess of a once prideful man. He humps your foot like a dog, and opens his mouth wider for your strap/cock. Byakuya can’t hold them back anymore, salty tears seep out of his eyes, as your strap/cock bulges down his throat. The pain on his cock is getting too much, but he feels like he might as well just cum from it. Every time you jab your foot down, he jerks his hips up to chase the pleasure. Each rough thrust into his mouth just makes his cock harden even more, pushing him into more pain, and he fucking loves it. Shit, what have you turned him into?

Your little toy, for sure.