• • • OPENING: Want To Keep Quiet?
Inc : dom!top!reader; sub!bottom!Shuhei
Con : semi public sex;
• • SAVE BEFORE CLOSING!
• A/N : I swear I'm alive 🧍
Making Shuhei pay with his body for his motorbike's repairs, and now he's bent over your table writhing in your hold. Grabbing his waist, you slide your strap/cock into him quickly, pushing straight to his prostate. Eyes rolling back, he relishes in the pleasurable feeling surging through him due to you.
Ahead, through a small crevice, he can see another mechanic at work on his motorbike, making his face flush red. How risky this is! Shuhei tries to say coherent phrases, but all that's let out are loud moans and whimpers.
"Keep quiet! Do you want my co-workers to walk in on this?" You whisper at him harshly, while punctuating with your thrusts.
He shakes his head quickly, but eagerly grinds his hips to your thrusts. Shuhei claws at the wood when your strap/cock pushes into quite a sensitive spot, and arches his back. He groans deeply at the feeling, as his volume quickly increases.
"Huh, well you wouldn't mind if my co-workers caught you like this?" You slow down, earning several whines from him. "All fucked out like this, when I haven't even done much, wouldn't it be a good show?"
Putting two and two together, Shuhei realises what your words soon mean. He squirms in your grip, quickly trying to push himself to his orgasm. But, you're going too slow, it's like it's on purpose! Your strap/cock moves gradually through his ass, not even bothering to fuck him properly.
He wants to moan out for your, but the setting is really getting to him. Shuhei falls limp onto the table, whimpering quietly for you to go faster. His ignored cock dribbles precum onto the floor, and take into some account. Smiling to yourself, a little plan forms.
"If you want to cum, beg for it, loudly." You order Shuhei sternly, to which he cries out harshly. "Don't hold back, because, oi Kira, come over here!"
Laughing quietly, the lieutenant below you gulps in fear and excitement. He tries a final time at grinding his hips down onto you, before hearing the creaking of a door.
